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Pushed myself to finish a WIP after three months. I hope this turned out alright.
It turned out spectacular 💕
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Second Chances: Chapter Fifteen - The Proposal (Part 2)
Book: Desire and Decorum – Modern AU
Notes: * English is not my first language. * All characters belong to Pixelberry. * I want to thank @princess-geek for being my beta on this chapter and @noesapphic for her advice. Thank you, sweeties! 💚
This is my submission to Choices May Challenge - Day 18: Mistake. @choicesmaychallenge and @kinda-iconic
Word count: ~2.600
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“Thank you for bringing the subject up, Ernest. I wanted to ask Eliza about university on our ride, but our conversation got diverted by other pressing matters…” Lord Vincent smiled at the young man, before his gaze returned to his daughter’s unsmiling face, “How are you enjoying university so far, darling?”
This is definitely not the way I pictured this conversation would ever happen. Not in a public place, and definitely not in front of Sinclaire, of all people.
“Uni is… good,” she replied, and her fingers encircled the stem of the glass of white wine, which was refilled several minutes before but left untouched.
“I expected you to be more excited, darling,” Lord Vincent said, a small crease between his brows, “Especially after our conversation.”
Taken by a sudden interest on the content of the bowed glass, Elizabeth averted her father’s gaze. Why did Sinclaire even ask that? It this a tricky question? Will I say something and he’ll be like ‘Oh! Are you positive? That is not what Felicity told me…’
Slowly gulping half the content of the glass, she bid her time.
Don’t be paranoid. Breath.
The burning sensation that invaded her stomach warmed its way up to her cheeks and maybe would fill her tongue with words. Just say anything before it gets even more awkward.
Hamid is too much, such a tease and they’re not even in a private setting 🙈 Though he’s right, Liz really did make Ernest feel left out intentionally and I can’t imagine how awkward he felt. Doesn’t help that Hamid keeps being way too charming! Ahhhh they were so close to kissing! Now they won’t have another chance for days. And I so wish she could’ve gone to his flat before he left for his flight, they can’t just part at the restaurant lobby 🙁 I shall expect a passionate reunion on his return! Just kidding but I’m sure you’ll make it good. If Ernest never thought she was interested in him before he probably has some doubts now given her reaction lol 😬
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Is Maxwell in Drake the Barbarian?
That’s a fantastic fanart! And I appreciate that you gave a lot of these characters fitting names, though I still have to get used to Aliam and now Imax (which is reminding me of Imax cinemas lol). Trust him to be the comedic relief that somehow manages to lighten this otherwise brutal and harsh universe. I can sense that familiar bond between him and Drake which has always been amusing for me. But wonder what was so significant about Elora jumping in front of Drake’s blade 🤔
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Second Chances: Chapter Fifteen - The Proposal (Part 1)
Book: Desire and Decorum – Modern AU
Notes: * English is not my first language. * All characters belong to Pixelberry. * Non-English words translated on the notes in the end.
* I want to thank @princess-geek and @noesapphic for being my betas on this chapter 💚
Word count: ~4.600
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Being on her father’s company is always reason to rejoice, specially whenever the Countess is out of the picture. Elizabeth thinks as they walk arm in arm towards the family car.
“The entire week I looked forward for this lunch, and now I’ll have to compete for your attention with not one, but two young gentlemen…” the man shook his head but couldn’t hide a smile.
A playful grin crinkled the bridge of her nose. “You don’t have to compete, dad; you’re already the champion.”
“The cheekiness is hereditary after all!”
Still laughing, the man opened the black sedan’s door and helped her inside. The driver confirmed the destination and as soon as the motor started, the name of Mr. Sinclaire flew from Lord Vincent’s mouth for the first and not the last time during the twenty-minutes’ drive.
Elizabeth took a long deep breath, hearing the praises on Sinclaire’s aid with legal matters, and not once she witnessed her father distribute this many compliments or speaking so fondly about anyone other than his children.
Hamid was so right about this…, she thought, avoiding her father’s gaze and letting her annoyance come out with a quiet huff.
Vincent is such a good dad. I love that he doesn’t mind those photos of her and Hamid and didn’t seem to be against them being more than friends. I’m so glad he’s alive in this universe to be the dad that Liz should’ve had in D&D. I wonder just how much he wants her to like Ernest though. And omg ever since Hamid arrived, he was flirting with her so openly and non stop and I know I’d constantly blush if I were her 😊 Vincent has to know there’s more to their friendship after this dinner I mean it’s just so obvious that I can’t imagine why he wouldn’t! I loved that cute salmon part hehe. Poor Ernest though, I can see he’s starting to let himself fall for her and it’s totally not going to bode well for him 😬 I know you liked him too so I’m curious to see how his relationship with Liz will develop. But I’m so happy for my perfect couple and I can’t wait to read more of them!
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Here I come with a prompt for you: Imagine that Elizabeth goes out for a day because of business and Hamid is left alone with his daughter and she needs to have her hair braided for today. How would he manage the situation? Have fun writing! 😊
Hi, Noe! Thanks for the ask. It was really inspiring and I had a lot of fun. I’ve never wrote this kind of scene before, so I hope you enjoy!
And since I received this ask twice, I’ve decided to write one for each of the Hamids I write, one for the Prince of The Pursuit of Happiness, and another for the diplomat of Second Chances (in this case, it’s a glimpse of a distant future).
Book: Desire and Decorum - Modern AUWords: ~1.000
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In the darkened room, Elizabeth leaned and kissed the man lying down, who stirred and opened one eye.
“Don’t sleep in, sleepyhead,” she kissed him again. “Prepare Sophia for school. Today is Adriana’s day off, so Briar will pick her up.”
“Okay,” he said, rubbing the sleep off his eyes.
“If everything goes as planned, I’ll be home in time for breakfast tomorrow.”
The man encircled her waist and pulled her down to the bed, kissing her passionately, his fingers digging into her hair.
“No! Don’t mess with the hair!” she squealed and squirmed out of his grasp. “I’ll be out of the plane and into the conference room.”
“You look stunning, it’ll be too distracting for them. Let me correct this…”
She playfully smacked his hand, drawing laughter from him, and sat beside him at the bed. Propping his body over his elbow, he said softly against her barely noticeable round belly, “I count on you to remind your mum to not extenuate herself.”
“I won’t,” she assured, stroking his hair.
“You better not,” he smiled looking up at her, “Don’t forget to eat. Sinclaire will tell me if you don’t.”
A last kiss and she was gone, and the man drifted back to sleep.
Ten minutes before the alarm goes off, he’s awakened by the click of the door and the sound of small feet tiptoeing their way into the darkened room. In silence, the four-year-old crawls her way into the bed and on her knees inspects her surroundings before lying beside him.
“Baba,” the girl susurrates, “Where is mamãe?”
He rubs his eyes and checks his mobile, “I suppose she’s on the plane now…”
“Aw! Why she didn’t kiss me goodbye?”
“She did. Last night. After we put you in bed and read to you.”
It takes a minute before the small voice breaks the silence again. “I wanted another kiss.”
“I can kiss you,” the man says, and she giggles with each peck pressed against her cheeks, forehead and tummy.
When the laughter subsided and the fake sound of a growling stomach reverberated, Hamid raised from the bed, taking the little girl on his arms. They had breakfast together, and her tongue was not fast enough to enunciate the many stories she wanted to tell in between bites on an apple and on a loaf of bread. Amused, Hamid paid close attention, drinking his black coffee, and asking questions about the fantastic trip she’s planning with her imaginary friend.
“After you brush your teeth, sweetie, you can watch one cartoon while I shave,” he said softly, and the toothbrush resumed working on his white teeth.
“Baba, you have to braid my hair,” she said staring at him, small lips framed by white foam.
“I do?”
She nodded. “Like Rapunzel’s.”
His hand gently wiped the white from her bronze face. “There’s nothing about it on your mother’s list, and I don’t know if we have enough time…”
She pouted and put the toothbrush down. “Mamãe promised I could be Rapunzel today…”
“Sorry, evladım… I don’t know how to do this,” he said, stroking her hair, and studying the disappointed look on her face. A disappointment he caused.
Inhaling deeply, he pondered if it would it be the end of the world not shaving for work once. The answer curled the corners of his mouth.
“Alright,” he said, “Let’s braid your hair.”
An ear-to-ear smile parted her lips and bouncing she followed him out of the bathroom.
Picking the mobile, he tapped a few times on the screen and found a tutorial on YouTube. Oddly enough it looked exactly like the drawing on the book they read every night this week. Turning the device, he asked, “Is this how you want your hair?”
The confirmation was an enthusiastic yes that would earn a reproving stare from her great-grandmother.
He scratched the back of his neck, and they returned to the little girl’s room. From a drawer he picked a brush and a few hair ties.
Sitting with her on the bed, like he’s done numerous mornings, he started combing the long hair, dark brown as his own, not a strand of gold or auburn, just deep brown almost black under these lights. A crown of voluminous hair almost as long as her mother’s was when they met all those years ago. However, Sophia’s hair falls in lovely waves, undulating as the waters of a serene sea.
His hand moves with care. Like it always does. Like it did when he used to disentangle it when the thin strands were shorter than his little fingers and her hands couldn’t reach the doorknobs. Or when it’s tied ponytails to avoid the dark locks to cover her eyes when her steps grew confident and the hair longer.
However, a braid will be a first time.
Probably the first one in his life.
Certainly, he never braided Elizabeth’s hair. He prefers her curls untamed, and his hands are more comfortable unpinning and undoing hairdos after each of the formal events they attend, and not the other way round.
Maybe for one of his sisters?
For a moment he remembers growing up with five noisy girls and watching them do all sorts of things to their hairs. On occasions, he’s helped them combing their long locks or holding a ponytail before apt hands added a hairclip; he’s mocked them too over disastrous haircuts; and he’ll never forget how anne was furious when Faiza secretly dyed her hair pink and, hidden behind a door, he admired her courage to stand up against their mother.
But he cannot remember doing a braid. Ever. Though he certainly watched them braiding their own hairs.
“It has to be exactly like Rapunzel’s!” Sophia says matter-of-factly over her shoulder and brings him back from the reverie.
“People will mistake you with Rapunzel herself,” he replied with a smile, and his dextrous fingers resumed sectioning the hair. First, he weaved small braids. Next, strands were crossed and twisted. From time to time, his brows knitted together, and he glanced at the mobile. Finally, the long hair was weaved all the way down and he looked proudly at it.
“Should we add some flowers?”
“Yes!” The little girl jumped up and down and clapped her small hands.
From a tall floral arrangement at the dining table he plucked a few white flowers, and carefully placed on her hair, even though he knows the fall wind will blow them away before they cross the three blocks to the preschool building.
The wide smile on her lips as she contemplates herself on the mirror are worth it. Are worth it all.
Turning and turning to try and see her father’s masterpiece, the girl sings one of the songs from the movie, before her attention shifts back to him.
“Baba! I love my hair!” she said hugging him. “Thank you!”
“I’m happy you liked it.”
“Mamãe never did one so good.”
“I’m certain she can braid your hair even better than I did.”
“She never put flowers.” Sophia said studying her reflection on the mirror. “Can we send a picture to her? She needs to learn the right way.”
“Sure, we can.”
Hamid pursed his lips, enjoying for a moment the boost on his ego, and snapped a few photos. Alongside with the pictures, a small text saying how much Elizabeth is loved and missed, and an audio from Sophia saying her father can braid her hair better.
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The ways in how similar yet different this is to the other version of this prompt is so fun to read! I know we’re skipping very far ahead of where Hamid and Liz are now in their Second Chances world but I like this little sneak peek 😁 Thank goodness for cell phones or else what would Hamid do haha. Liz will be so annoyed that Hamid sent that audio to her 😆
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Here I come with a prompt for you: Imagine that Elizabeth goes out for a day because of business and Hamid is left alone with his daughter and she needs to have her hair braided for today. How would he manage the situation? Have fun writing! 😊
Hi, Noe! Thanks for the ask. It was really inspiring and I had a lot of fun. I’ve never wrote this kind of scene before, so I hope you enjoy!
And since I received this ask twice, I’ve decided to write one for each of the Hamids I write, one for the Prince of The Pursuit of Happiness, and another for the diplomat of Second Chances (in this case, it’s a glimpse of a distant future).
Book: Desire and DecorumWords: ~1.000
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“I see you tonight, my prince,” Lady Elizabeth purrs close to his mouth after pressing a lingering kiss to his lips.
“I shall earnestly count each minute until you return,” he replies in his husky morning voice. His eyes half-open follow her to the door, where she blew him a kiss.
After completing his morning routine, including reciting his prayers, Prince Hamid sat at the desk on their chambers. Dipping the quill on the ink, his hand dextrously composed the letter to be sent to his sister Nesrim, while sipping coffee, a new tradition introduced when they settled residence at Edgewater.
Suddenly, the door slams open and the reason the couple started locking it two years ago comes running inside. Amused, he observed the four-year-old, bare feet and wearing a long white chemise jumping on the bed just to found it empty.
The little girl’s head swivelled from side to side, dishevelled long brown hair whipping around her face, until she spotted her father and her cheeks dimpled with a wide smile that replaced the disappointed expression.
“Baba!” she yelled and crossed the distance to his chair, hurling herself at his open arms.
Smiling, he hoisted her, sitting her on his lap and received a peck on his cheek.
“Where’s mama?”
“She is away taking care of businesses,” he said softly, caressing her chubby bronze cheeks, and whispered a blessing against her hair, then kissed the crown of her head.
Elizabeth says Samira is Hamid’s miniature, but whenever he looks at her, he mostly sees his wife. The little girl has the same small nose and eyes, sparkling green with untamed curiousness and unconcealable intelligence.
“Today shall be just the two of us.”
“Can we play hide-and-seek?”
“Of course!”
A gentle rap at the doorframe, and the Prince met the flushed face of Miss Beauchamp, carrying his youngest daughter on her arms.
“Excuse me, Your Highness,” the woman said, without meeting his gaze, “I am terribly sorry. I was taking care of baby Mary Ann when Samira sprinted and I –”
“There is nothing to apologise, Miss Beauchamp.”
He waved his hands and motioned for the maid to walk inside. Pulling the mass of dark brown hair back, he touched the baby’s forehead and whispered a blessing on his native tongue and kissed her head.
The maid was instructed to take the children and prepare them for breakfast.
His lips brushed Samira’s forehead, and she was back on her feet. However, once the maid tried to hold the girl’s hand, she protested. Rooted to the floor, strong-willed as her mother, she fixed her green eyes into his.
“Baba, my hair!”
“Miss Beauchamp shall take care of it, Samira’ciğim.”
“No!” she pouted, “Mama braids my hair…”
“Mama is not here,” he said tenderly, “Someone else must take care of you.” Turning to the maid, Prince Hamid asked, “Could you find Briar – I mean, Mrs. Woods, and ask her to come to the girls’ chambers?”
“She has left with the Countess this morning, Your Highness.”
He nodded and pondered for a moment. “Aunt Briar is not here either. Who shall we call then, evladım?” he asked Samira, caressing her entangled hair.
“No one!” A large smile curled her lips, and she grabbed his arm. “You do it, baba!”
Pressing a hand over his heart, faking surprise, he asked, “Me?”
The little girl’s head bobbed, and he picked her up and carried her to the room at the end of the corridor. There is not a single wish he shan’t grant her if she only asks.
Playfully he tossed her at the bed, and she giggled.
Sitting down, small legs, crossed, she observed him picking the brush and a few ribbons from a drawer.
“Not those,” she pointed at the blue ones on his hand, with a vexed expression. “I want the red, baba! Mama picked the red dress for me…”
“Of course,” he said looking at the direction of her gaze and apologised for not consulting her prior with an exaggerated flourish. The drawer was opened once more, and he picked the desired ribbons, drawing applauses from her little hands.
The man sat beside her, and his fingers raked through the long brown hair that falls down the little girl’s shoulders, darker than her mother’s, silky and thick strands like his and his sisters.
Drawing the comb through her hair, brushing the tangles out of it, the image of his older sisters sitting on the garden of their home instantly flashed before his eyes.
The smell of roses hung in the air alongside children’s laughter. The young girls took turns combing each other’s long hairs. Their mother would watch them with a smile on her lips and little Malak on her arms. Nesrim would always sing to them – to this day, he still recalls her sweet voice and the most recurrent melody –, and his five-year-old self would sing along sitting on Sevim’s lap, his sister’s long fingers running through his scalp; or Faiza would hold his hands tight and they’d twirl and dance, while the sun kissed their faces. Those moments shared with his sisters are amongst the happiest memories of his childhood.
He hummed, sectioning the girl’s hair, as he has seen Elizabeth do numerous mornings; then, the same melody learned many years ago left his tongue while apt fingers crossed the sections, one over the other, and again until the hair was weaved all the way down.
Finally, he tied the ribbon, and started doing the same to the other half of her hair.
The singing was interrupted when the little girl started talking. Without a break to breath, she retold a dream about tigers and lions, then shared her wishes for breakfast.
“…Then I shall eat a piece of cake, baba. And an apple. I love apples!”
Her talkativeness definitely come from him, and he smiles.
“…And we can take bread to feed the ducks…”
When it was all finished, the girl jumped from the bed and admired herself on the mirror. Grinning, she rushed back to his arms, thanked him and held his face in her small hands, pressing warm kisses at each of his cheeks and to the tip of his long nose.
Prince Hamid’s chest reverberated with chuckles and the girl’s laughs rang in the room. Scooping her up and giving her a proper hug, he explained, “Miss Beauchamp will dress you now, and then we shall meet at the table.”
Samira acquiesced and the man watched the little girl jumping up and down next to the maid, the braids heaving and falling at the sides of her face.
The love overflowing on his heart brought an year-to-year grin to his lips.
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Oh how adorable and sweet is Samira! I was just lamenting about not getting to read about their children and here I am now! She seems to have her mother’s looks and her father’s charms. It was so nice to see a glimpse of Hamid’s childhood as well. Something tells me this won’t be the last time he’ll have to braid her hair 😊
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Lessons Learned
Tyril x f!Elf MC
1813 words
Rating: Mature/Explicit (18 and older only, please); NSFW
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, I’m borrowing them from Pixelberry Studios.
Summary: Tyril teaches Xanthe (yes, same name as another Choices character, but the name itself means “golden”, so I thought it was perfect for a black elf with gold eyes) about their shared culture, and is stunned by how much they learn from each other in the process.
Key themes: First “I love you”, First Time
Special thanks to @medfangs for the absolutely beautiful art, you are so crazy talented, and I love everything about it💙
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With their companions back in their guest rooms for the night, and a plan hatched for the next leg of their journey, Tyril and Xanthe sat next to one another on the edge of a small ornate bed in the Starfury estate.
She’d been restless since the moment she stepped into Undermount, inspired, frightened, and totally overwhelmed by feeling the gaps in her heritage being filled by every new sight, smell, and experience.
If she’d been able to put these feelings into words, she would have cornered Tyril the second they had a moment to think, but she could not, so he did it for her. He’d sensed this restlessness grow every second since her confession at the gates, and decided to help in the only way he knew how: he offered to teach her, to ease her gently into the culture she’d lost.
“Recite what I’ve taught you so far, please.” Tyril breathed calmly, trying in vain to hide the affection in his voice.
I’m so late to read this but omg I loved it! The way Tyril tried to hold back his affection for Xanthe was soo cute. It’s such a special setting when Xanthe recounted everything she learned about where she came from. And Tyril being a generous lover is definitely canon for me! Loved that he focused on her pleasure before his own because he just cares about her that much. Sex must be an otherworldly experience with elves, not to mention 2 elves, and I think you captured that perfectly here. I hope Tyril’s lesson was long and satisfying 🤭
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Noblesse Oblige (Part 2)
A/N1: The sequel to Droit du Seigneur and Pas de trois and Noblesse Oblige part 1. You will need to read them all for this to make sense. NSFW with lots of dark and angsty content. Trigger warnings apply and are in the tags. There are a few lines that are lifted straight from canon and I have marked these with an asterix (*) next to them.
A/N2: I know there has been a long gap between this and the last update. My house was damaged in a storm, my father died after being sick for a very long time, I am pregnant, and now everything is affected by the pandemic. Thank you for understanding and sticking with me. If I forgot to tag you it is because of my baby brain. Please forgive me and let me know in the comments.
Word Count: About 5,500
Big love to @fullbeaumonty who pre-read this at an ungodly hour.
Noblesse Oblige Part 2
His father leans forward, taking Maxwell’s hand in his own. “I’m not talking about that imposter, son.” His grip is so tight that Maxwell’s knuckles turn white. “I’m talking about the real King of Cordonia.” He exhales heavily before squaring his shoulders. “I’m talking about you.”
“Me?” Maxwell repeats, his father’s incomprehensible words echoing in his ears.
Barthelemy nods curtly. “You and no other.”
Maxwell’s jaw hangs wide. “I,” he begins, lips opening and closing without any sound coming out. “T-that makes no sense,” he finally stutters.
“Why not?” Barthelemy demands. “Your blood is just as blue as Liam’s is. Bluer.”
You are blowing my mind here 😱 What? Maxwell? King?? This just gets messier and messier and I love it. Tbh though, it really doesn’t make sense that Liam is getting anything done in Cordonia when he’s been travelling every couple of chapters lol. But wow that revelation of Bertrand is something else. I wonder just how much he suspects of it. And if we’re going by the book here, Riley didn’t see the other pregnancy test in that drawer 💀 Man I was amused by Liam for awhile but now I think I’m officially on team Maxwell. Don’t know that I necessarily wish death upon the king but that doesn’t mean I’m not down to read about it 😬
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The Pursuit of Happiness - Epilogue
Book: Desire & Decorum (AU)
Word count: ~1.500
Pairing: Prince Hamid x MC (Elizabeth Thompson)
Notes:
* English is not my native language and if there are mistakes, typos, etc, let me know. I will appreciate the feedback.
* Characters belong to PixelBerry and I am just borrowing them. Even Hamid. He’s not mine.
* I want to thank @princess-geek whose support and kindness were really important for me to finally finish this series.
London, May 1836.
While twitching with one of the tall floral arrangements, Lady Elizabeth confirmed dinner would be served at eight o’clock sharp and Mr. Woods bowed and left to resume the preparations. On her way out of the sumptuous dining room, one last glance at the table set for twenty souls. A slow smile curled her rosy lips thinking the late Dowager Countess of Edgewater would be extremely proud of her granddaughter and the elegance of the soirée she organized – the tenth without her assistance or presence.
Smoothing the skirt of the blue dress, the lady of the house sauntered back to the parlour. From the hallway the sound of the animated conversations reached her ears. The room was brimming with the couple’s closest friends and illustrious invitees. The prestige of the events hosted either at the London’s townhouse or at Edgewater’s manor stirred a great deal of excitement amongst the ton and were the talk of the city weeks in advance and over the ensuing days.
This evening, after circulating around the room making small talk, she stood by a corner, a last moment of respite before dinner is served. Her gaze examined each familiar face, pleased to see their enjoyment.
A rush of steps announcing the arrival of the last guests, and Hamid crossed the room with long strides and his usual grace. With a wide grin, the man greeted one by one effusively.
The sight caused her to smile and ponder how much has changed since the Season of 1816, when fate brought them together and their wills didn’t allow circumstances to tear them apart.
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Omg I am sooo happy they’re back at Edgewater! I had always hoped they’d find their way back because it’s where all their friends are and I just want them all to be happy together. It delights me to know they had so many children and I only wish I could read more about them. To love each other so passionately even after 2 decades is a wonder to behold and I think it’s adorable picturing them almost halfway through their lives and still flirting around like they did when they first met. I love the “My handsomeness” reference! Thank you for giving so much of your time to write this series and giving us Hamid fans a much better story to read rather than the mess that D&D turned into. You’re amazing 🤗
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The Pursuit of Happiness - Chapter Twenty One: The Greatest Adventure of All
Book: Desire & Decorum (AU) Word count: ~4.600 Pairing: Prince Hamid x MC (Elizabeth Thompson)
Notes:
* English is not my native language and if there are mistakes, typos, etc, let me know. I will appreciate the feedback.
*Characters belong to PixelBerry and I am just borrowing them. Even Hamid. He’s not mine.
* There will be a small prologue after this part, and then the series is over.
* Thanks to @princess-geek who beta read this chapter and its many many versions until the final one.
The sun rose over the Bailiwick of Guernsey casting its light over Saint Peter Port and painting the dark waters blue once again. Tomorrow, in one of the ships swaying with the high tide, Lady Elizabeth and Prince Hamid shall leave the island, the little piece of paradise where they found much more than refuge.
Today, however, they could still enjoy themselves and the scenery both became rapidly accustomed with.
At the Governor’s house, through a small gap between the curtains, the sunrays crept their way into the Prince’s designated chambers, where the lovers’ bodies lie together on the bed, limbs entangled, and hairs dishevelled.
The woman’s eyes fluttered open and she contemplated for a few moments the relaxed face of her husband in front of her. She stretched her whole body and, unlike the first morning waking beside him, didn’t hesitate. Her fingers caressed the velvet like skin of his bronze cheek and raked his growing beard. A thumb outlined his parted lips. A feather-like caress that made the corners of his mouth twist, before she claimed it with gentleness.
“Are you truly here, my love?” he asked softly against her lips, eyelids still closed, “Or does my mind deceit me with another dream of the most alluring woman my eyes ever contemplated?”
This update took so long that some have changed urls, others left the fandom and maybe some are no longer interested… So I’ll just tag a few of you who followed the series back then: @lou-who-writes @dianalend @tallulahsposts @frugalchoicer @journeywithcody @itsbrindleybinch @give-me-ernest-sinclaire @alj4890 @regina-and-happiness @wild-roses-grow @fairydustandsarcasm @tacohead13 - and if any of you don’t want to be tagged on the Epilogue, just let me know.
Also tagging @i-put-the-sin-in-sinclaire and @marlcasters (I saw your tags on the sneak peek and the explanation is here 😉)
I’m so glad you finally got this chapter done! The time you spent on it is so evident in how beautifully written it is. I believe you have seen how much you’ve improved since the first couple of chapters too and I hope you’re proud of that accomplishment ☺️ I love that they shared so many sweet kisses, they deserve to have all the kisses! It sounds like their journey will present new chalenges once they get to Topkapi but if they could persevere for their well earned marriage, I think they will be stronger together. Leave it to Hamid to make gift giving a spectacle lol but it was ultra sweet of him. And there is no doubt in my mind that he would make an absolutely amazing father! These 2 are so happy and they make me happy just knowing that fact. I wish them nothing but the best for the rest of their lives and may they always be blessed with laughter and joy 💗
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“What life did I have before? Forever in the shadow of my fool of a brother, doomed to a life of pathetic obscurity?”
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— Nia Ellarious, The Priestess.
❝Yes…I’m thrilled to be ascending to priestess, but there’s clearly much more to the world than I’d ever imagined!❞
Tagging: @darley1101, @lilyofchoices, @simplymissjulia
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I would save him but if nia’s life is in danger I won’t hesitate to cut him down
yes the quotes are from a pop song 😔
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I AM READY FOR ALL OF THE HOLY SHIT THAT IS PLANNED. This will be me, chucking diamonds at book 2:
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Nia has left the party...
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Sorry but Aerin’s gone you guys bye I’m done 🙋♀️
gonna go cry in a corner now