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solo-ojo-jojo · 7 months

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Sea Change - A Sanditon Fanfic

Sanditon Fanfiction｜Charlotte Heywood/James Stringer｜Ch 1 of ?｜1.3K｜Rated G｜Season One Alternate Take｜Developing friendships｜Friends to lovers

Story summary: Charlotte chances upon Mr Stringer on her way to the carriage to London. He insists upon going with her to find Georgiana, and their futures are forever changed.

I've written my first fic for Sanditon! It takes place at the end of s01e05 when Charlotte decides to set out on her own to rescue Georgiana.

Read an excerpt below the gif set from @heywood-stringer, or jump on over to AO3 to read it now!

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An uncommonly heavy rain had reached Sanditon overnight, the swift winds and steady drops bringing a rise to the sea level and delaying travel to and from the seaside town.

Frustrated by those delays and determined as ever to right what had gone so terribly wrong, Miss Charlotte Heywood may as well have been wearing horse blinders as she made her way past the construction site on her way to the carriage bound for London.

“Miss Heywood?”

She stopped promptly at hearing her name called.

Charlotte placed a hand on her bonnet, squinting to see past the rising sun as she looked up to find the man attached to the voice. “Mr Stringer,” she greeted, adjusting her position so she could see him more clearly. “My apologies. I did not mean to pass by without saying hello. I seem I find myself rather distracted at the moment.”

He studied her countenance, noting the effort that went into forcing a pleasant smile to cover her furrowed brow. “If I may say so, you seem more distressed than distracted,” he said, his voice low and laced with concern. “Is everything all right, Miss Heywood?”

“I am, of course, troubled by Miss Lambe’s abduction.”

“Of course,” he repeated softly. “I know that she has become a good friend to you.”

“No one has heard word of her since you delivered the news that she was taken by those men instead of meeting Mr Molyneux as planned.” She fidgeted with the strap of her reticule as she avoided letting on the true reason for her worry. “If you’ll excuse me, Mr Stringer, I must be going.”

Charlotte did not wait for a response from Mr Stringer before taking off in the direction of the coach house.

But Miss Heywood’s evasive nature seemed so unlike her that Mr Stringer’s concern had only increased. He would not be satisfied until he was assured that Miss Heywood was no longer in distress and he wasted no time in following after her.

“May I ask where you are going with such haste?”

She looked over her shoulder, then turned towards him and quieted her voice. “I am on my way to London to retrieve Miss Lambe.”

“I see. And what did the Parkers have to say about this?”

“I have left word for Mrs Parker of my mission,” she offered nonchalantly.

Mr Stringer nodded and continued to walk alongside her in silence as he decided on what to say next. “Is there anyone accompanying you, Miss Heywood?” he asked, trying to match her casual tone.

“I am travelling alone.”

“Miss Heywood…” James considered how his words might be received before he continued speaking. “I appreciate that you are more concerned with the safe return of your friend than with your own safety. But I do not think it is wise to go in search of Miss Lambe of your own accord.”

“I thank you for your concern, Mister Stringer, but I am more than capable of travelling to London by myself.”

“I have do doubt of that, Miss. But once you arrive in London… Do you have a plan for locating Miss Lambe?”

“I–” Charlotte paused as she considered his question. She lifted her chin defiantly as she spoke. “I shall start with locating Mr Molyneux. I have his address from our correspondence.”

“If you will allow me to say so, Miss Heywood… Given the nature of Miss Lambe’s disappearance, I fear that this could be a dangerous situation you find yourself in.”

She left out a huff and resumed her quickened pace towards her destination. “I am determined to see that my friend is safe. You will not deter me from my journey.”

His long strides allowed him to easily catch up with her. “I apologise if you have misunderstood me, Miss Heywood. For I do not wish to deter you from going in search of Miss Lambe. I wish to accompany you and see that you both have a safe return to Sanditon.”

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#sanditon #sanditon fanfiction #charlotte heywood #james stringer #young stringer #charlotte x james #stringlotte #season 1 alt take #read on ao3 #by soloojojojo #Sea Change - Sanditon #friends to lovers #regency romance #no beta we die like men #soloojojojo fics

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p1325 · 2 years

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“I do not pretend people in general are without imperfections.” ― Jane Austen, Sanditon: Jane Austen's Last Novel Completed

#me #gpoy #aesthetic #jane austen #sanditon #lady susan #I watson #literature #english literature #uk #gay #gay men #lgbtqiia+#lgbtq representation

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dylanobrienisbatman · 2 years

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Finally found a place to stream Sanditon and the romances this season are so so GOOD omg

#if you enjoy the romance in bridgerton give sanditon a shot #its not as sexy as bridgerton and its much more period accurate #but the romances are equally amazing and YALL the men in this show are sublime #sanditon

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austengaskellbronte · 2 years

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okay i never really watched series one of sanditon when it was first on tv but i’ve just binged both series in like two days and the second series made me so feral…. alison & fraser …. charlotte & colbourne …. i need to see them all happy, i need to see babington & estes & george 🥺🥺🥺

#sanditon #i’ll stop now i promise #maybe i just didn’t like sidney parker?#sorry to say it but i don’t think I’m a massive theo james fan idk #men need to be less classically handsome and more slightly weird looking #text

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andalus88 · 1 year

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Lady Denham spitting some facts though 👀

#lady denham #sanditon #jane austen #men #change #edward denham #pbs sanditon

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bethanydelleman · 1 month

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I was just reading the scene where Isabella asks Catherine what complexion she prefers in men, and I wondered what Jane Austen meant by "dark"? Was England multiracial during the Regency era even to a small extent?

Here is a great reference (source):

Jane Austen is likely describing the skin tone of a darker white person, the three first options on the bottom of this meme.

There is one person of colour mentioned in Austen's works and she is described with an outdated term for a person of mixed race (it's in the fragment of Sanditon), so it's likely that Austen would have told us directly if Henry Tilney or any other character was of another race.

19th century England did have people of other races, but they were a minority, especially in the upper classes. Just like today, you would be more likely to see diversity in large cities and ports, rural England was probably very white.

#jane austen #what is meant by dark or black #question response #history memes #literature memes

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stelly38 · 1 year

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I usually don’t go for blondes, but Jack Fox here is a snack and a half. Wouldn’t toss him or his golden curls out of bed.

#jack fox #edward denham #sanditon #period drama #beautiful men

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hotjaneaustenmenpoll · 2 months

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Round One is officially over!

We bid a fond (or not so fond as the case may be) farewell to 32 of our men.

Mr Collins was defeated in all his forms as was Mr Elton. After a close call between Mr Palmer and Frank Churchill (2009) only one Mr Churchill (1996) remains. Of our main heroes the first to fall were Edmund Bertram (1999) who could not defeat his elder self and Wentworth (2022) who failed to live down his film and was beaten by his best friend Captain Harville (2007) leaving us along with 7 other Persuasion men Mr Elliot(1995, 2007) Captain Benwick (1995, 2007) Captain Harville (2022) and Charles Musgrove (2022)!

In one of the more surprising results Wentworth was not the only one beaten by his bestie as you sent Wickham (2005) to a new regiment up north and Denny (1995) through to round two. Brother fought brother and (for the sex education fans out there) the father defeated the son as John Knightley (2009) and Robert Martin (2020) fell with fellow Robert Martin (2009).

Though the pre-1990s BBC adaptation men fought hard we also say goodbye to Edward Ferrars (1971), Colonel Brandon (1981) and Henry Crawford (1983). The last of the Mansfield men to fall were Mr Rushworth (1999), Henry Crawford (2007) and Tom Bertram (1999) and two more of the military menwith Colonel Fitzwilliam (1995) and Frederick Tilney (2007) leaving us too.

Our closest poll which went back and forth right to the end was Sidney Parker and Mr Bingley (P&P&Z) which was eventually won with 0.1% of the vote by our only Sanditon man!

And how could I fail to mention John Thorpe (2007) who lost in the biggest sweep of all with a tragic 1.7% of the vote.

Goodbye boys

And round two will begin late tomorrow!

#round one #roundup #hotjaneaustenmenpoll #jane austen

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corkwooood · 2 years

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#overwhelmed period drama men

JANE EYRE (2011) | EMMA (2020) | FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD (2015) | PRIDE & PREJUDICE (2005) | SANDITON (2019- )

#pride and prejudice #emma #far from the madding crowd #sanditon #sanditonedit #jane eyre #perioddramaedit #perioddramacentral #perioddramasource #ben lloyd-hughes #michael fassbender

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wulfhalls · 3 months

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can you make an ultimate period drama watchlist please?

WOLF HALL!!!!!!! the gilded age, the tudors, vikings, vikings valhalla, the borgias, the buccaneers, the english, war and peace, THE TERROR!!!!! victoria, poldark, THE GREAT!!!!, versailles, the white queen, the white princess, the spanish princess, the last kingdom, rome, deadwood, die kaiserin, THE KNICK!!!!, the crown, boardwalk empire, alias grace, mad men, barbaren, medici, BAND OF BROTHERS!!!!! penny dreadful, the americans, perry mason, the alienist, the year of the rabbit, downton abbey, miss scarlet and the duke, 1883, das boot, reign, interview with the vampire, kingdom, spartacus,

to be watched:

sanditon, harlots, frontier, gentlemen jack, black sails, peaky binders, bridgerton, dickinson, call the midwife, vanity fair, north and south, marco polo, all creatures great and small

#asks #period drama #i prob forgot a ton sry lol also its obv just tv #girl i almost forgot wolf hall the terror and the knick lmao

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hopeflowr · 7 months

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Sorry, I love you . Changlix Fanfic

Felix's life goal is to take on his father's farm and make sure his sisters marry well. He has no intention of marriage anytime soon and is very well keen on the idea of looking after horses and reading books for the rest of his days. However, by chance, he runs into a man who has yet to change his mind, and with him, a few life-changing discoveries.

Heavily inspired by Jane Austen's Sanditon.

Calloused hands prove hard work. Felix's father was always persistent with those words. He used it as a tool to persuade him to work harder. A fine grip spoke more than any words from his mouth. The more solid and gruff, the more respect you gained from the men around you and the more reliable you seemed to the young ladies looking for a secure husband.

Although, Felix never cared much for ladies. If you were to ask him about his interests he'd simply tell you three things. He wished to make his father proud, he hoped to look after his sisters until they were in safe hands, and he loved nothing more than to read. Oh, what a delight the fantasy of a romance was on pages.

Not so much in real life, as he had yet to fall in love with someone. His mother continued to push the idea of marriage on him. She wasn't nonsensical with her ideas. To help support the farm he should find a girl with money to her name and offer her sisters an in-law they could confide in. He, however, refused to do so.

He only had one argument. Not until he fell in love. He wanted that heartbreaking, reckless, absurd love that drove a man mad. He wanted to run in a field of lavender with the bees and rabbits, hand clutched tightly around another's as he pulled them along through hues of blooming purples. He didn't care if they never spoke again in the end. If life tore them apart and she was forced to marry another, he would accept it after fighting for as long as possible.

Before Felix settled for a woman he may never be able to worship, he wanted the choice of real love. Even if it lasted a brief summer, he yearned for it. The idea was insanity at best. His mother would fall into an early grave if she ever heard him speak of such things. His father could care less as long as he worked hard. Still, he kept his dreams a secret and tended the farm. So long as he harvested the wheat and herded the sheep he was worthy of praise and exempt from his father's outlashes.

"Felix, won't you put the book down for goodness sake?" his mother implored.

The brunet with a face of clustered dots peered up from the tan pages of his leatherback book. "Ma I've only got ten pages left," he told her, flipping to the next as his eyes flicked back down to finish off the sentence she'd disrupted.

"Felix, listen to your mother. It's breakfast," his father, a rustic old man with growing gray stubble, said.

Felix's shoulders faltered in posture and his tanned hands pressed the back and front toward each other. The words of a hopeless romantic journey closed themselves off from the world he lived and he was subjected to a conversation he'd been avoiding since the day he turned twenty-one. "There's a new lady down near the town square. Arabella, I believe."

"Arabella Giles," Felix spewed as he reached for one of the biscuits his mother was setting down on the dining table. She smacked his hand lightly and he pulled back with a pout. "I have no interest in Miss Giles, Ma."

"Do you hear this Jeffery?"

Felix's father sat himself down and pulled his youngest daughter onto his lap. "Leave the boy alone. He's just come of age. He should enjoy himself as long as possible before getting tied down. The farm needs him without distractions."

"The men in this household, I swear," his mother chided. She and Felix's elder sister, Rachael, finished fixing their breakfast before taking a seat. They held their hands for a quick prayer. One Felix told with a deep voice. Then they began their meal, quiet on the men's side. Felix preferred listening to his sisters.

"Actually, Mama," Rachael spoke. "Papa," she added. The table gave their attention to her. Felix admired her rosy cheeks and the freckles that fled across them like stars. His were far more blotched around his face unlike hers. Men looked much less appealing with freckles. He'd always thought so.

"Go on. I hope for good news." Felix held back a roll of his eyes at his mother's tone.

"Well," Rachael started. She rose her hand above the table and outstretched it for the family to see. A beautiful blue gem sat atop a silver band. Felix's heart melted at the sight. "I've accepted Mister Campbell's hand in marriage."

That man had been after his sister for at least five months. His mother's persistence was no match for him. They'd all seen it coming. He was rich, good-looking, and an earnest gentleman. It was only a matter of time before his sister gave into his charms and accepted. "Oh, my dear child!"

Felix sent his sister a grin as their mother grasped the hand she wore a ring on. "We'll be betrothed by the end of the week if you'll allow. He hopes to discuss the future of the farm with Papa, 'swell."

That couldn't be good. Not for Felix anyway. He stuffed a biscuit in his mouth and slipped away to the stables. His sister would find him after their mother squeezed every last bit of information out of her, and indeed she did. Not even an hour later she found herself leaning against the stables foundation, watching her younger brother clean the hooves of their stallions.

"Ma sounds ecstatic," Felix told her as he stood, dusting his hands off on his breeches.

"You expected anything but?" Rachael teased.

Felix wiped his wrist across his face with a light laugh. "No, I suppose not," he replied. He turned toward his sister. "You are lurking. Do you have something you wish to discuss?"

"John wants to take over the farm and become a distributor for parts of London. He's made a lot of plans."

Felix released a sigh. "Yes, I presumed he had other visions for this place after winning your hand," he muttered.

"Please tell me you aren't angry with me dear brother," she pleaded. She took up his hands with a weak gaze.

Felix shook his head and gave her hand a light squeeze. "Not at all. I just hope you aren't doing this so I have nothing to worry about." It was a great pleasure to own land. Felix's only worth was the farm. If his father sold it, he'd have to find other ways to make a living. Not that he minded. It would simply be a difficult task as he had no education other than what he was taught at home.

He'd take up a hard labor job with a very low wage if worst came to worst. "Do you love him?" Felix queried.

Rachael's smile grew giddy and she nodded in a shy manner. "I do. More than Papa loves the farm. More than you love your books."

"Don't be foolish. You may be able to get past my books but don't think anyone could love anything more than our father loves his herd," Felix protested with a laugh. Rachael nodded with a giggle of her own. "Oh, Rachael. He better treat you like an angel."

"He will. I just know so, Felix." Her voice sounded so whimsical. "I confess, I am entirely smitten."

Felix pulled his sister into a hug. "Yes. It seems so."

"Rachael, your father is ready to take you to Mister Campbell," their mother called from the back door.

Rachael gave an exhausted whisper of goodbye and parted from her younger brother. He could only watch her leave with a forming frown. He detested the jealousy in his heart. To be in love was his only wish. Even for a split second. He shook the thought off and brushed his hand against his horse's soft pink nose. "Oh, to be a lady, Charming," he told the stallion.

The Irish cob with fluff at his feet and speckled black dots around his coat mimicked his owner with a shake of his tangled blonde mane. He nickered at the man. Felix smiled in return. Charming was his pet. He'd raised him from a young foal three years prior. He did not work like the others in the stable. He was for leisurely rides and companionship. Felix's best friend.

He'd named him Charming because for some reason the men with blonde hair were the most preferable in the world. Women fell to the feet of a man with golden locks. Perhaps they thought it expressed riches and good fortune. Felix himself liked black hair. It was pretty and unique. Even more so than the favored blonde.

"How about we finish those pages Ma disrupted us from, aye, Charming?"

The horse whinnied and Felix moved to grab his saddle and reins. They were dark blue. He'd gotten them as a gift from his mother for his last birthday. She said a well-dressed horse caught the eyes of a good country lady. If one good thing came of Rachael's wedding it would be the distraction. Felix wouldn't hear about a lady he should chase for at least a month.

He leaned backward on Charming's back as they set out on the road in the opposite direction of the town. He closed his eyes and let the sun bathe him. Charming was a well-tamed horse. The only time he was remotely rambunctious beyond control was when he was startled by the coyotes and wolves. Other than that, he could easily pass by a snake without worry. He was undisturbed by most of the dangers in life. A lot like Felix himself.

His only nightmare was to be locked down without a chance at experience. He feared nothing. The opportunity was lacking in his area, but given the chance for an adventure, he'd take it up in a heartbeat. It was an outlandish thought. He was nothing but a farmer's boy. They didn't get to think about lavish balls and carriage rides with the love of their lives. They had to settle with the best they could find and make use of it.

Felix was far too stubborn to be a farmer's son. His mother knew it. It's why she pestered him so. "Charming, I fear my time as a single soul is in jeopardy," he murmured.

He opened his eyes and examined the shapes of the clouds above. Olivia, his youngest sister, always enjoyed finding animals and flowers in the sky. Sometimes she made stories out of them. Felix had spent so much time telling her tales he'd made up. Even looking at them then he was creating one he could console himself with. That is until he heard something.

He pushed himself up from Charming's back and searched the area around them. A neigh and shuffling hooves across the dirt path they were riding secured his worries. He had heard a loud yell. Felix squeezed Charming's sides with his heels and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. The stallion shifted from a walk to a trot and then a canter. Together they breezed past the shaking grasses. Up ahead was a man on the road, his arm cradled by the other.

Felix pulled on his reins when he was close enough to see the face of the man. Dark brown hair set in curls beneath a black top hat. His gray vest looked to be made of very fine fabric, although the soil he had found himself on top of dirtied it and ruined the man's astute presentation. Felix climbed off of his horse and frantically made his way over. He dropped to his knees to get a closer view of the man's predicament.

"Are you alright, Sir?"

"My damned horse took off after bucking me," the stranger chortled. A gleeful grin spread across his face as their eyes met. "Nothing but a scratch, my dear boy."

Felix gave him a skeptical smile in return. From the looks of it, the man's wrist had swelled. "My house is nearby. Have my Ma take a look just in case. You may have twisted it, Sir."

"Yes," the man muttered. He looked at his wrist. "Yes, very well then."

Felix helped him up and onto the saddle, then climbed on himself. They rode back to the farm which he hadn't strayed too far from. Of course, his mother and sister immediately tended to the man's wound. They offered cold clothes, herbal medicines to lessen the pain, and even food to the man. Felix had gone to search for his horse and by the time he got back, Rachael and his father had too.

"How do you find yourself in Norbury, Mister Bang?"

Felix set down a glass of water for the man. After nursing the stranger, they'd told him to stay for dinner and rest over the night before leaving. "I find I have gotten turned around. You see, I was on a trip to Balens to discuss business with a friend. After my departure, I suppose my navigation skills failed me in putting me on the right track home."

"Where would that be?" Felix's mother asked.

"Wolford, Ma'am. I'm the Mayor, you see."

Wolford. Felix hadn't ever heard of such a place. Granted, the only place he did know of was London and the surrounding important areas. "What's it like there, Mister Bang?" Olivia questioned enthusiastically.

"Oh, it's a magnificent place, dear. Full of receptions and festivities. A very humble and homey town if I do say so. The wealthy come to see the sea and find a comforting place to settle for a few months to get away from the bustling crowds of the cities."

It sounded lovely. Felix unconsciously leaned forward. "The population may be small now, but I dare say it will grow with time. Although, our goal is not in number but in heart. To spread love and acceptance for all kindred souls."

"What a brilliant place it must be," Rachael gushed with linked hands pressed to her chin.

"You must come someday," Mister Bang said. His eyes moved to Felix. "No, I insist you come. I owe a great deal to you."

"It was no trouble at all," their mother said.

Felix watched the mayor glance at his eldest sister. "I positively won't take no for an answer. You must come."

Rachael gave him a kind smile. "I apologize but I am to be wed by the end of the week. I have no intention of going off for quite some time," she informed gently.

Olivia was too young to go and Felix had to stay and help on the farm. There was no one else he could take. "Although, I think Felix would adore the adventure."

Felix's eyes widened. "Yes! The hero of the day. You must come back with me."

"I can't. I've—"

"Hogwash. Go on and visit. Maybe you'll bring yourself a wife back," his mother insisted.

His father nodded, chipping in with the fact that Rachael's husband-to-be was sending over help and the farm would be in good hands. Felix's eyes sparkled. "Well, if you'll have me," he whispered.

Mister Bang's smile widened incredibly and they began to plan the journey over the rest of their meal. Afterward, they all went to bed. All but Rachael and Felix, that is. He wasn't sure he could do it. Wolford was farther than he'd ever been from home. Not to mention Rachael's wedding.

"I should be here. This only happens once."

"I'll have enough sobbing men pampering me at my wedding. Go. This is the chance you've been dreaming of. You may never get an opportunity like this again," she reasoned. Felix looked at his feet. He wanted to go. "Family means a great deal to you, I know. You'll only be gone for no more than three months. And I'll write every moment I can."

His gaze lifted from the wooden floorboards and into his sister's big brown eyes. "Forgive me for being selfish."

Rachael smiled. "I pray you have the adventure of a lifetime."

#changlix #changbin #lee felix #skz #fanfic #fanfiction #changbin x felix #jilix #love triangle #enemies to lovers #seungjin #regency era #regency #jane austen

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scribble-dribble-writes · 1 year

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heyho,

i sae ur taking requests and since I absolutely love ur writing I want to request a moderAU!Obi-Wan x wife!reader (married for 10 years). Just them walking through an old little english or scottish town. Thats it. Do what ever u want with it I just wish for toothrotting fluff.

Lots of love and have fun.

Just finished watching Sanditon so this is a perfect ask. Also I've set it in Sanditon when they are in their courtship if that's ok, if it's not let me know, I will rewrite it or write a part two with a time jump 💖

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Seaside hope

He walked beside you, the twilight sky perfect enough for an evening stroll to get a bit of sea air. Sanditon was put on the map for it’s vibrancy and new cultural scene that you travelled from London to see what it was all about. This change was welcomed, your life had hit a bit of stale end in the city. Your season wasn’t successful, all the men only wanted was to know if your father was well capable to satisfy their financial needs or if by being with you could propel them within the ranks of society. You had nothing to offer, except your love for your pianoforte and writing poems.

But as he trailed by your side, letting you set the pace, allowing you to sink back into moments of quiet contemplation, he was quiet like the soft waves that treaded the shore. This felt different. It lacked the city bustle or comparison to the monarchy, this felt unique and wild, like the woods by your farm.

“I’m afraid I’m haven’t been exciting company.”, you smiled feeling a little sheepish sure that he was bored.

“You’ve mistaken me then. I like our walks.”, he responded politely throwing you a sideward glance.

“Its just that, I miss this when I go back to London. The crisp air is replaced with smoke and endless crowds of suffocating conversation.”, you stopped to pick up a shell and he stopped too.

You looked up at him expecting a reply but instead caught him admiring you, the edges of his eyes crinkled with a bemused smile. You looked away, your cheeks began to grow warm.

He cleared his throat as you resumed your walk,

“Polite society is often disappointing.”, he agreed with you and it gave you a false sense of hope. That he liked you as you were.

“Then it’s decided. We shall run away to the woods to live like elves.”, you smile feeling comfortable around him to share your fantasies.

“Or we could be mermaids.”, he looked at the sea and it filled your mind with an image of him walking up the shore from a swim and your heart began to beat faster.

“I did not think you to be one to sit back and fantasize about mysteries.”, you furrow your brows.

“I fantasize often these days.”, he held your gaze as his eyes slipped to your lips before he diverted his gaze and the hope in your chest was beginning to take root stronger.

You wanted to have a portrait of him or a miniature that you could keep within the pages of your book because he looked magnificent, that even if he were an elf or a mermaid it would make sense. His hair, a glorious bronze and his skin held the magic of being sun kissed. His coat was of exquisite quality and he always dressed himself to an impeccable standard, that it sunk deeper knowing yet again you would have nothing to offer him.

The city was beginning to grow quite and your time had come, to return to your lodgings when he offered he would walk you home to which you agreed, it would give you more time to linger in his presence before you let him go.

But as the winding streets and the shadows gave you the privacy, you felt his fingers reach for yours and there it was. A spark, like a warm fire in winter, or a cup of tea in your hands. The soothing comfort of his hidden smile or the blue shine of his eyes. You allowed yourself to hold his hand, just buying time before you tell him the truth. That your father was a small merchant and you weren’t the diamond of the season. The steps to your door appeared and your time was up, he began to say something but you stepped away softly pulling your hand out of his hold. His brows furrowed in confusion as you hovered by the gate.

“I have nothing to offer you, Mr. Kenobi.”, you said quietly as much as it wrenched your heart. This had been nice when it had lasted but what you had with him belonged in books, not here, not in London.

“That’s not true. I thought we were past formalities.”, his smile was steady as he stepped closer but it looked as though he hung on your every word.

“What do your mean?”, you asked and the colour rushed back to his cheeks.

“Your promise still hold true does it not?”, he asked with a sense of mischief to it.

“What promise?”, you ask confused, tracing back to your conversations to know what he could mean.

“Your offer to runaway to the woods with you.”, he said confidently drawing closer his warm gloved hand taking yours.

“Oh.”, you respond feeling flustered knowing he had remembered your ramblings.

“That was merely a jest.”, you laugh trying to convince him but it didn’t seem to deter him.

“Oh no that will not do.”, He pursed his lips as though he was disappointed.

“My only need in a suitor was to know she believed in elves.”, he smiled as he spoke with a dramatic flair to which you couldn’t help but mirror his smile.

“So it’s a shame,”, he leaned in, the smell of his cologne making you giddy.

“you were perfect.”, he whispered and it was as though you had plunged your hand into cold water, all this exciting and wild.

“But if you ever reconsider then I wish to call on you again.”, he said slowly, the sparkle in his eyes were evident.

“There’s a lovely pianoforte but no one to play in my Manor. And a library if you wish to read.”, he elaborated as though spending time with him was not enough of a reason to say yes.

“A pianoforte, then I have to say yes.”, you widened your eyes with a cheeky grin to watch him concede.

“But any time spent with you is a splendid evening.”, you said sweetly as you kissed his cheek and now watched his face turn red. He fumbled for words as he stood there, his eyes enchanted with the sight you.

“Till tomorrow.”, you bid him goodbye the last sight of him standing outside your door, his hand touching his cheek and a soft smile.

Perhaps, Sanditon was were all there magic happened.

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mryddinwilt · 1 year

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Sanditon thoughts

Why yes I did binge Sanditon and have *opinions* Everything under a cut so nobody gets spoiled. Since I'm going to mostly be talking about the last episode... you have been warned.

I should say first off that I really enjoyed the majority of the season. The tension. The hand touches. The declarations. The theme of women taking control of their lives. It was all fantastic. All the feels.

That's why the last episode was such a massive disappointment. The miscommunication trope is a staple of the romance genre but it's a staple that is losing favor. For good reason! Too often it is thinly supported and makes little sense. Unfortunately, Sanditon's last episode is a textbook example of this.

Charlotte merely hearing that Alexander might be engaged was not enough motivation for her to just throw her hands up and be all "I guess I'm going to Ireland!" In fact, I think such a choice is contrary to the entire theme of the season. Charlotte is meant to be independent and strong but she can't go and investigate the rumor? She can't ask a single person if it is true?? She can't tell the guy how she feels? She was so mad at him for not speaking sooner and then she does the same? It makes no sense. It's anti-character growth.

Putting aside her not investigating. Let's assume it is true. Alexander Coulborne is engaged. Does that mean they can't be together? Nope! Even taking into account the whole stigma of ending an engagement in the Regency it makes no sense.

First, the engagement is a secret. The woman would suffer no ill effects from a broken engagement. (Not that the show seemed to be even taking that into account but still).

Second, the show spent a lot of time pushing home the point that Coulbourne disagrees with the idea of marriage without love. He wanted her to discard Ralph. Why would she think he would choose differently with the roles reversed?

Third, not giving Alexander the choice is disrespectful. Charlotte knows he loves her. NOT telling him that she is available robs Alexander of the chance to make his own decision about his future.

Fourth, the choice to have Charlotte just give up is the opposite of the theme of the season. The entire season was about women taking control of their lives and not letting the men dictate what they should do. Charlotte being active in pursuing Alexander would have fit better than her giving up.

The miscommunication route was lazy and unnecessary. It was a sad way to end an otherwise very enjoyable season.

I mean imagine that they hadn't fallen onto that tired old trope.

Instead, we could have had an awesome conversation that mirrored Alexander's and their first meeting. Just imagine...

Charlotte goes to the house, enters the study, and he looks up from his writing. She is just as awkward as the first time.

She confesses that she has come with no expectations but rather she must tell him that her circumstances have changed. He swallows, and sits up straighter.

She tells him that she could not marry Ralph when she loved another. When she loved him. He rises, eager to embrace her but she puts up a hand. Continues to tell him that she respects that he moved on, that he could not wait for her, and that she would never want to ruin another woman's happiness. She flees from the room. He follows.

Catching her in front of the house, he tells her there is nothing to ruin. He is free to marry where he wishes. KISS!

And then instead of a quick flash of scenes, we get to actually enjoy a bit of wedding planning. Maybe a small argument. Maybe they talk about the school plans. WHATEVER.

The point is that I did not need the manufactured drama.

I did need Charlotte to actually articulate her feelings for Alexander. I did need to see them announcing their marriage to Leo. I did need hints that this relationship was going to go the distance because it was based on open communication.

Anyway. That's it. I just had to share that.

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