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kentomilk · 6 months

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

it seems there is never an activity too lackluster or intimate for this couple to find pleasure in each other's company with their busy lives.

husband!nanami kento x wife fem!reader.

catalogue. fluff, slice of life content, non-sorcery au/ non-curse, modern au, salaryman!kento, sick & soft kento, (1) mentions of praise kink. wc: 1.95k thea’s preamble. inspired by this incredible art, i must admit i look at this at least once a day. → ✨ also this is my first published work, it's a bit rough but hopefully with time it gets better. thank u for reading <3

kento is a man of routine and order, we all knew that. he wakes up at a set time, kisses his beautiful sleeping wife, carries out his morning routine of showering and oral hygiene, dons his best suit, light breakfast, and is out the door by 8 AM. the evenings he returns home aren’t any less lax, whether he’s home at 6 PM on the dot or late by a few hours, he’ll always greet and kiss his beautiful wife, have dinner in his study whilst he continues more work while the lovely missus reads on the chaise or continues unfinished work of her own as well, then shower and oral hygiene, sleep.

perhaps that was an oversimplification, but don’t be fooled one may think the man adopts and follows this lifestyle out of a need for security, financial or otherwise. or that he loves the unrelenting and perpetual cycle of working painstakingly 10-hour days, he certainly isn’t given highly-coveted tasks for being a slacker. he’s grateful for what the occupation provides, the salary and bonus that come with his overtime, to lavishly spoil his family, but that's all.

he has no ambition to climb the ladders that will put him in places he doesn't care to be, to rub elbows and kiss ass with scummy executives, leeches, and conceited thugs, only to trash talk and scheme against the moment he steps foot in his home.

all he asks is for saturdays and sundays, as they happen to be Kento’s favourite.

the days he has off from his draining 9-to-5, to be spent properly with his lovely wife. who was ever so patient with him, ever so supportive, and ever so his to love and cherish so as long as his body would allow him. even if his body was battered down to a pulp, he’d find alternatives as necessary, but let’s hope it never comes to that.

there would be times when not much would differ from the previous weekend, and well into the next, spent doing the same activities, or nothing at all. he never wanted to take for granted the time you spent together, and sometimes that meant not always making the most of those days, and he’s okay with that.

whether the two of you lazed in bed until the afternoon or spent a whole day cooking a feast completely from scratch, starters to dessert. visiting the farmers market to cook said feast, reading in your cozy home library, or even the sudden bouts of spring cleaning.

there is always a welcome invite for spontaneity, a picnic under the stupendous aspen tree you simply adored at the local park. a quick overnight trip to a scenic and quaint town, whether your destination is reached by train, plane, automobile, or even boat. the occasional painting date has become a more frequent activity as of late. but there is one “special” activity that some might consider, unique. one that is relatively low cost, that is done from the comforts of your humble abode, that further advances the intimacy (according to kento), and is reserved solely for you, one that kento absolutely adored, shaving.

usually, it was something he’d done alone after showers with either a rechargeable or disposable razor or by his barber when it came time for his bi-monthly hair trim. but recently it became a task that you’d undertake by kento’s request, sort of.

while you didn’t mind what would grow from a days of not shaving, he preferred maintaining a clean shave for the clean-cut classification for a man of his occupation, it also became supplemental to his hygiene routine that he grew to love.

it wasn’t something you saw often, kento so dishevelled with the most tragic undereye bags from the lack of sleep from what you’d think was months suffering from insomnia, condensed into a few days. a coarse stubble emerged from the days he’d spent in bed, and his nose was flushed with how often he’d been blowing it with the nearly empty box of tissues that was full just the night before. his eyes were dull and watering, a sight you truly hated.

"honey, have you seen my hard drive?" he'd sorely asked for the 3rd time today, "it's in the laptop, kento." you called back, changing the towels in your bathroom.

he was delirious, with a runny nose and little to no comprehension of where he was or what day it was, thanks to the combination of flu medicine and kento’s determination to finish a work proposal whilst in bed, common sense would also call it overworking. despite your gentle commands that he needed rest, there was no triumph on your end, as duty calls. he was relentless, in his defense there was a conference that was meant to be held in person had it not been for his sudden ailment. though a live video conference was able to be arranged, owing to the urgency of the matter at hand.

so you figured the fastest way to get the man back into bed was to help him complete this ordeal swiftly, that meant helping him in the shower, given his sore muscle ached. applying small dots of concealer under his eyes as to not bring attention to his fatigued face, deterring from the presentation at hand.

dressing him in his warmest wool suit, but only the upper half, kento was sound enough to know there was no need to abandon his fleecy Pompompurin pajama pants. the executives were only to see from the shoulders up after all. and lastly ridding him of a heavy five o'clock shadow that was speckled with smears of dried rice from the porridge you had made him earlier.

“ok, that should be enough,” you whispered, carefully taking off the damp towel that no longer retained warmth, and squeezing out the shaving cream from the canister into your hand.

you proceed to spread the milky foam in a thin layer across the lower half of his face, letting out a soft chuckle at the finished outcome. you picked up the brand-new razor from the counter, puffing your cheeks and letting out a deep breath.

“i trust you.” kento whispered, his voice scratchy and hushed.

you smiled in response, quietly informing him that you were starting. you crouched to his eye level, pulling his cheek upward with one hand, so the skin where you would shave would be taut. you intently watched his face as well as the area that you had just removed facial hair, making sure that there were no nicks or alter in his relaxed expression, verging on sleep. once you gained confirmation of such, you proceeded to shave the next row, and the next, working inwards towards his lips.

rinsing the razor after each use, and wiping on a towel you had draped on the counter. though nerve-wracking for a first try, it had been executed well and was quite therapeutic. your eyes were attentive and your hands steady with every down stroke. as you continued to rinse and repeat, literally, you looked up into the bathroom mirror to see your husband rotating his head to view the work that had been done, then looking straight at you with a simple grin and tired eyes, asking what he thought so far.

“you’re doing so good, my love.” he plainly states, but those watery eyes said otherwise with an innuendo you couldn’t miss, in a singular eyebrow raise. stupid praise kink, you thought, looking him up and down, wondering how even in this state, where he acquired the audacity. it wasn’t long until the two of you burst into a fit of laughter, kento being cautious as to not rub off the shaving cream with one hand that covered his eyes as he leaned back in the chair.

“what even are you.” you snickered, quickly calming yourself with the reminder of the razor in your hand.

you proceeded to shave, on the brink of completion, now focusing above his lip, where you took even more caution than you had before, due to the sensitivity of his skin in that area. opting to sit on his lap, nearly chest-to-chest with his sore arms that maintained enough strength to have a secure hold on you, even though your knees were bent, and your feet touched the heated floor effortlessly.

a few stolen kisses on kento’s behalf, and nothing more than a restrained smile that he was fighting from getting any bigger as you finished the last few strokes. in his mind, it was anticipated that the minute kento finally got better, you were going to contract what he had afterward anyway. and in turn, he’d take care of you.

so what's the harm in a few more kisses?

“so my dear husband, how would you like to start our weekend?” you asked, still cozily tucked under the blankets, looking at your husband who was similarly bundled under the toasty blankets, with your hand situated on top of his, placed gently on your cheek.

“well dear wife, it’s been days since i’ve last shaved.” he simpered, looking down at you with sly eyes.

it was something the both of you saw coming, once again he hadn’t been shaving for a while, but of course, it was deliberate. you softly laugh in response with your voice still heavy in slumber, “i’ll go get the facial steamer— in a few minutes, i want to savor every second of this vacation.” further burrowing yourself into his chest.

it had been a few months since the first time you had to shave kento’s while he was recovering, the proposal went flawlessly if you omit the booming sneezes that startled the executives even through the screen.

you had since made the switch to a straight blade like the ones you’d see used in old school barber shops, watching tutorials on methods exercised by professionals for efficiency and safety.

invested in a proper kit that supplied everything you’d need. from shave oil, pre-shave oil, shave cream, a velvety brush to spread the lather, after-shave (which smelled phenomenal), and blade replacements.

it’s been even longer since his barber last gave him a proper shave after a haircut, and that time will only continue to be prolonged. he loved how close you’d be when focusing, but time after time you’d only grown to relax the tension in your muscles. you’d sit on his lap for more of the session, and those sessions would only go longer from the last.

where there would be conversation taking place about your lives, now and the future. sometimes there would be easy-listening music playing from the speakers that would lay the cornerstones of an “impromptu” dancing session, where kento’s hands would be politely placed on your lower back, and his hand strong in yours, waltzing all around your bathroom for what felt like forever.

he was shirtless, and truth be told a little chilly, and you were wearing an old shirt of his, to him you always looked beautiful. even though there was still plenty of shaving cream on his face, it would eventually be smeared on yours. there wasn’t much more he wanted in life.

if you ask him, any weekend is well-spent, even if you do spend the entirety of it in bed, painting beautiful sceneries, cooking your favourite dishes, dancing with ardour despite having taken one class on ballroom waltz, or you shaving his grown-out stubble. as long as you're by his side, nothing is ever a waste of time. that’s how it’s been, that’s how is it, and that’s how it’ll be.

and who knows, maybe next time kento will convince you to cut his hair.

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campbyler · 2 months

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Are you just gonna keep pushing it back everyday? Likeer

thea works nine hour shifts that take up most of the day’s waking hours, meaning that the only time she’s had to work on the fic during the week are either at 6 am before work or at 10 pm after work (after consistently chaotic nine hour shifts). she has consistently been getting 5 hours of sleep a night to work on a chapter that is currently over thirty thousand words long (30k!!! and counting!!!) for you guys, AND she had an interview this morning the literal second she clocked into work. personally, i think she’s allowed to prioritize her rest and sanity and push the chapter back as often as she needs to if she doesn’t think the stress of a 2 am upload is worth it. kind of weird that you don’t think that tho 🤨

#i understand it’s disappointing to look forward to something just to have it delayed but if you have been seeing her push it back you have #also definitely seen her posting abt how long it’s been taking and how late she’s been working on it and how tiring the editing process gets

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notstinky · 2 months

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@vanoincidence replied to your post “[pm] Do you want to go with me for my birthday to...”:

[pm] It's on the 12th, but like [...] birthdays are just weird, you know? And we like, live together and stuff kind of, so I'm sure you'll like, see [...] mail or something. Wait, I never forwarded anything. Um, like from [...] a cupcake place. GET A FREE CUPCAKE on your birthday, you know? Smoothies????? I don't think i like smoothies. Why would you boomerfy me, Thea :(

[pm] I never look at your mail, that's a felony. I think. Maybe that's just if you open it? But I avert my eyes. Oh, wait you should change your addresses you never know when you'll get mail for....insurance or something? Van...I don't think I know how mail works I don't get any because I'm not technically supposed to be here so

Smoothies aren't a boomer thing! I have them all the time! Van, I'm concerned you don't get proper servings of fruits and vegetables. You're getting old now, you need to think about these things before the lower back pain sets in.

#vanoincidence #c: van #pms

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thealogie · 16 days

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hey thea, long time lurker here! my bestie lives in london (i live in the us) and i asked her to get us macbeth tix but she was at work when they dropped and couldn’t get them in time 😩 i’m debating going to london anyway in late october (bc hey at least i don’t have to get a hotel) and wondered if you could share how queueing irl for day-of tickets works/what your experience was like when you did that? i’d be fine spending a full day on it lol i’ve just never gotten same-day theater tickets before and i don’t know what to expect!

Hey so I promise (to you and everyone else interested) that I’ll do more detailed tips once I see how things work there (the way they do these things really varies show by show and theatre by theatre and I bet they haven’t even fully decided how to resell returned tickets for this yet).

Right now my best guess is they will drop the front row £25 tickets every day on the website at a designated time (like 10 am) and it’s just gonna be whoever clicks faster and gets lucky. I also think they will put returned tickets on the website on a rolling basis until an hour before the show (this is pretty standard across many theatres in London). But people will line up early (maybe as early as 1 pm) to get the tickets that are returned at 6:30 and later.

Anyway that’s my best guess but I promise to gather and post intel when I check out the situation. It’s also been my experience that if you really want to see a show and you’re willing to dedicate a day or two to it, you are gonna get to see it! I wouldn’t be worried! And late October is the best time to snag tickets anyway because it’s in the middle! no opening or closing hype.

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honeysmokedham · 17 days

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[pm] I know you think this place is meant for you. I get that, kid, I do. But it isn't. Maybe Wicked's Rest isn't, either. That's okay. You don't have to come back hom here. You don't have to tell me where you're going. You just have to get out of that place. I don't care where you go as long as it's somewhere safe, okay? If you don't want to hear from me, you won't. As long as you're safe, that's fine. That's okay.

You think these people care about you, and I wish you were right. You deserve that. But these people have no idea who you are. They care about someone who doesn't exist. Isn't that what you were trying to get away from before? I know you. And I care about you. I love you, the person you are. The bear, all of it. I know I'm not good at it. fuck knows I know that. If I were good at it, my kid would be But that doesn't change anything. I care about you, and I'm shit at it, but I still care about you. All I want is for you to be all right. And I know you don't believe me, but I know for a fact that you won't be if you stay there.

All I'm asking is for you to trust me, kid. Just one more time, trust me. After that [...] you can do whatever you need to do. You can disappear again if that's what you need. As long as you're away from that place. As long as you're okay.

[pm] [user finally reads Emilio's messages] I talked to Declan. He told me everything. This place isn't for me, it's just Declan. They want to kill him, that's all they want him for. Kill him so someone else can shine brighter. He's the brightest thing in this world. We're coming home. Both of us. I keep trying to force myself into new places. I think I was looking for something picture-perfect. Something that doesn't exist. But I'm laying here in Declan's arms, because he loves me, Mimi, and he's not afraid of me and he's sleeping. And I've learned something. There doesn't need to be a place full of people like me, they don't need to be scary like me to not be afraid of me. Because I have a place with people who love me and want me, and learned not to be scared of me for who I am. And it took me a long time to realize that. I've already found what I need in Wicked's Rest. With you and Teddy and Wynne and Van and Thea and Regan and everyone else who cares about me. It's not going to be a hallmark movie where I find this place full of my long-lost family. I found the family I've always wanted.

Mimi, I do trust you. I always have. But if I hadn't come here I would have never met him. Meeting him was important. Like meeting you was important. We're going to figure out how to escape. We'll be back soon. I love you too. Thank you for always being there.

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sparrowsfallingfromthesky · 2 years

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In case anyone else was curious, these are all* the names people have given Trent Crimm’s daughter in fanfiction**:

*unless I've missed any **on ao3 as of November 7, 2022 [updates below]

Seraphina/Sera

Emma

Evelyn/Evie

Georgie/Georgina/Georgiana

Leith

Katie

Amina

Genevieve

Sophie

Lola

Mia

Sara

Maisie

Rose/Rosie

Amanda

Olivia

Poppy

Mella

Annalise

Imogen

Samantha

Maud

Edie

Ruby

Annabelle

Willow

Lucy

Maggie [could be nickname for Margaret which will show up later]

Beatrice/Bea

Joanie

Ellie/Eleanor/Elle [later variation: Nellie]

Deliah

Freya

Cressida/Cressy/Chrissy/Cress/Chris (one of the fics using this name also has the middle name Ching-ling)

Drew

Alice

Ophelia/Ofelia/Feeli (one of the fics using this name also has the middle name Clementine)

Lizzie/Elizabeth (one of the fics using this name also has the middle name Tabitha [later addition: another fic has the middle name Jessminder])

Adelaide/Addy

Tabitha/Tabby

Charlotte

Madeleine/Maddy [later variation: Madelyn]

Mabel

Tessa

Clementine

Anna

Khadija

Kendall

Penelope/Penny [later addition: one of the fics using this name also has the middle name Rose]

Simone/Simi

Amelia/Emilia

Rowan

Pia

Lily

Addison

Emily

Octavia

Isabel/Izzy [later variation: Isobel/Issy]

Violet

Kieran

Freddie

Estelle/Estie

Miranda

Flora

Olive

Sibyl

Winifred

Camille

Megan

Jemima

Eloise

Malia

Mina

Isla

Emmeline/Emmy (middle name Nicola)

Thea

Cassie

Some fun facts: - This list is not quite in order of when the first usages of these names appeared, but it's pretty close. - Assuming I caught everything and did the math correctly, Trent's daughter has been mentioned by name in 192 fics! For reference, Trent has been tagged as a character in 395 and does not actually appear in some of those, so she's really named in over 49% of the fics he's in. - Of the approximately 77(!) names used, ~33 have been used in multiple fics (including several series), and ~21 of those have been used by multiple different authors. - Seraphina and Georgie are tied for most usages (18 each) but when it comes to usages by the most authors, Seraphina (probably unsurprisingly, given how many people have been inspired by a kind of dwell and welcome) wins in a landslide with 15.

EDIT March 14 2023 I don't feel like updating the math but here are the new names that have been used since I originally posted this:

Ivy

Rosa

Clara

Eliora Eli Asher (nonbinary in this one)

Persephone

Agatha

Sadia

Lottie [could be a nickname for Charlotte (already on the list) but not necessarily and not clarified as such]

Mira

Karime

Lydia

Billie Rose

One more day to season 3, can't wait to see if we get a confirmed name! Either way, it's been fun <3

EDIT April/May 2023 to add:

Isadora

Molly

Darla

Patricia/Trish

Amaya

Ella

Meg/Margaret

Charlie [again I'm assuming this is a nickname for Charlotte but that's not stated]

Eliza [Could be standalone name or could be nickname for Elizabeth]

Carmilla/Millie

Annie [Could be a nickname for a number of other names. EDIT: One of the two fics using this name just revealed it's a nickname for Cordelia Annabel. Not sure how to count this tbh.]

Frances

Emi

Kara

Ingrid

Astrid

Beth [again this is probably a nickname for Elizabeth]

Claire

Maya

Cindy

Harriet

EDIT after the finale aired (this info also added to a reblog):

Well, it seems we're not getting a canon name! I guess she's our daughter now. I haven't decided whether I'm going to maintain this list going forward (though for my own sanity I'm leaning towards no) but at least it's fully up to date as of 7:30 pm est today (May 31, 2023).

Some "final" statistics: The numbers aren’t perfect, because there were a few names I grouped together and probably should have counted separately, and a few names I counted separately and probably should have grouped together, and those may or may not have balanced out, but keeping that in mind, about 110 names were used! About 49 were used in multiple fics (including individual installments in several series) and about 35 of those were used by multiple authors. Trent’s daughter has been mentioned by name in about 298 fics by 149 authors. This includes works in which she’s mentioned but doesn’t show up as a character, but doesn’t account for works in which her existence is mentioned but not by name. Fun fact, about 21 new names were used just while season three was airing!

#yes I've read all of the tedtrent fic in existence no I'm not ok #Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Trent Crimm's daughter #this is one of those moments you really hope your 'read more' works lmao #I don't know why I did this. I hope people find it interesting? it's kind of fun seeing the kinds of names we've chosen #I guess you could also use it as a list of actual baby name suggestions hahaha #most popular

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what-if-queen-camilla · 8 months

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Chapter 38

30th August 1997

"700? You must be joking!", Camilla exclaimed, looking at her sister in absolute disbelief, but Annabel beamingly confirmed: "700, Milla. 200 more than planned." "And… have they all paid yet?", Camilla asked, still not convinced and anxiously. There surely had to be a catch somewhere. They had really put their heart and soul into the planning of this event, "an evening of enchantment, fascination and the unexpected", as it said in the official invitation, tickets purchasable for 100£ each. A follow-up to last year's soiree, a huge fundraising event for the NOS, set to take place at Talisman Antiques, Annabel’s business in Dorset that was housed in a former brewery, on Saturday, 13th of September. The acts were booked, the ticket money was in, donations had flowed in, the cheques had been banked, the catering organised, and as the excitement of the day grew nearer there was mounting speculation in the press that the Prince of Wales would attend. And he would, along with both his sons, as well as Thea, Tom and Laura - it'd be their big day, the first, official, public appearance as a modern, loving, blended family. It’d be their next and hopefully final step into public acceptance, smoothing the way for another big event that might be happening in the year to come… There was pressure on the Church of England to allow second marriages, especially after Princess Anne had got married for the second time to Sir Timothy Laurence in the Church of Scotland five years ago - certainly nothing that was possible for the future Head of the Church of England - but things had to be renews, and both Charles and Camilla were well aware that it all was under hot discussion so, if they were lucky, there’d be an opportunity for them to be husband and wife, rightfully, legitimate and even with the blessing of the Church of England, in the not too distant future. “They have, sweetie, so it’s all settled!”, Annabel declared solemnly, reaching for a bottle of champagne out of the ice bucket on the table, popping it giggling.” Cheers to you both and finally some brighter days ahead for all of you!”, she added, looking at her sister full of pride and joy. God knew what a long and painful way she and Charles had come and it was the most heartwarming thing ever to see them both and little Thea finally heading into the right direction of a happy future together. Nobody could possibly deserve it more.

“Alright, Bells, thanks for coming, and… for everything.”, Camilla candidly said to her sister, as she kissed Annabel goodbye at 10 pm. She took a taxi back to Stourpaine as she wanted to spend the last Sunday of the summer break with her husband and children at home, while Camilla was quite enjoying the few days on her own while Thea was joining her father and brothers in Scotland. Their relationship had improved so much over the past few months, it had been an absolute delight and of course she had agreed when Charles had asked to invite her to stay with them at Birkhall for a couple of days before school started again. William had been a sweetheart and very welcoming towards his little right from the start, the two of them had been exchanging letters and met a few times since their first encounter before New Year’s Eve one-and-a-half years ago, and even Harry seemed to slowly but surely have come to terms with it all and had been more friendly and open-minded towards both of them recently; at the beginning of the summer break, they had all spent a day together at Highgrove, walking around the gardens and estate, watching squirrels and birds, playing games and having a nice little afternoon tea picnic on the wildflower meadow. It had been wonderful and it all felt just right now, she couldn’t wait for their very special night to come only two short weeks from now… Naturally excited, but also blissful, grateful and full of sweet anticipation, Camilla fell into a deep and peaceful sleep at around midnight, right when the 31st August 1997 was creeping up…

The ringing phone rudely shook her out of sleep at 5 am and while she was tumbling through the house to answer the call which could only come from one person, she was already preparing herself for some heartbreaking news… Had something happened to the Queen Mother or Princess Margaret? Or maybe the Duke of Edinburgh? “Please don't let it be the Queen…”, she prayed as she finally reached the telephone down in the entrance hall, anxiously answering the call with a trembling but loving: “Darling?” Silence. She could not say whether it was one minute or several, or maybe only just a few moments that she only heard his uneasy breath and a quiet sobbing at the other end of the line and she became more frightened by the second. “Darling, what’s wrong?”, she tried again, almost in panic. Goodness, there hadn’t something happened to Thea in the end…? “She’s dead.”, he finally managed to say with a trembling voice, and Camilla’s heart clenched. “Who, Darling?”, she wanted to know, tumbling over to the living room in order to switch on the television. Whatever had happened, it would surely be on the news already. And while she was trying to find the remote control, her Prince sobbed heartbreakingly, before he finally announced: “Diana.” Camilla almost burst into laughter. This had to be a joke. Just yesterday afternoon they had been giggling about the pictures of her latest “summer romance” with Dodi Al-Fayed on a yacht somewhere - she couldn’t be dead. Married in Las Vegas perhaps, or pregnant with twins - but not dead. “There.. There was a car accident.”, Charles went on and, indeed, the BBC were bringing an exclusive, showing the most awful scenes of a completely damaged Mercedes that had obviously crashed against the walls of the Pont de l'Alma tunnel in Paris. “Oh my God…”, Camilla exclaimed in shock, letting herself sink down on the sofa. How the hell could that have come about? What on earth had she been doing in Paris?

“Darling, I… I don’t know what to do!”, Charles sobbed so heartbreakingly and desperately that it made her cry as well. “My sons… they’re orphans now!” He almost sounded like an injured animal and it took everything in her not to burst into tears as well. No, she had to be strong for him now. “Darling, listen. Your sons are no orphans. What happened is just terrible… but William and Harry are no orphans. They still have you. And you love them so much and will be the most amazing dad for them. You’ve already been ever since. You three will get through this together…”, she promised him though she herself had nothing but question marks on her mind right then. She hadn’t grasped the whole situation completely but she knew it would change everything for them. But that didn’t matter at the moment. “Darling… What shall I do? Shall I wake them up and tell them now? Shall I let them sleep?” He was obviously completely helpless and Camilla wanted nothing more than to pull him in her arms and hold him tightly. "Let them sleep, darling.", she suggested. "Let them have a few more hours of peaceful rest before…" …before their world will be shattered into pieces and their childhood would be over from one second to the other, she thought, but didn't dare say. Oh God, these poor boys. "You know, I… I might go to Paris and…bring her home.", he went on and Camilla agreed: "Yes darling, of course you might. That sounds like a good plan." "I will depart before lunchtime, Sarah and Jane will join me. My mother thinks I shouldn't go. But isn't that the least I can do to… honour the mother of my sons?", he sounded so desperate, it almost broke her heart. "I think that's a very kind and dignified idea." She really did think so. Of course, Diana hadn't quite made things easy for them and she had been especially angry after her interview, but never had she ever wished her dead for one second. She was still a mother to her young boys als this tragedy was just absolutely horrible for everyone involved.

"They're going to blame me!", Charles suddenly sobbed and Camilla felt a stab in her heart. She hadn't even thought about that yet. "Oh Darling, don't be silly. Nobody will blame you. Of course what happened is terrible but clearly not your fault. You didn't force her to go on that trip, did you?" "I didn't. But, you know, if… if we were still married she hadn't been there." "Darling, please. You're talking nonsense. I think you'd better try to rest a bit yourself, before you tell the boys, how about that?" "Y-yes, you're probably right…", he said. "But… darling… when I go to Paris… Can you please come and pick up Thea? I don't want her to be… you know… here with the others when I'm away, especially in this situation…" "Yes, of course, my darling!", she replied. "But you know how long it'll take me. 9 hours by car…" "Ah, no, darling, don't go by car. I'll let someone arrange for you to fly, privately of course. I know you hate it, but… Special circumstances, you know…" "Sure, darling. I'll be there. Always. I love you and I'm with you in this.", she promised lovingly before hanging up the phone, bursting into tears.

*Side Notes:

The planned evening at Annabel's business is real, every detail mentioned happened as described. There were indeed rumours about The Prince of Wales attending, as well as the young Princes. Tragically, following a certain event on 31st August, the whole thing had to be cancelled last minute. You can read it all in the Penny Junor biography from 2017: "Linda Edwards had telephoned Camilla the moment she heard about the accident to say they ought not to go ahead. She found her patron in a state of shock – desperately worried for the Prince and his two sons – and Camilla agreed: the evening couldn’t just be postponed, out of respect to the Princess it had to be cancelled. Camilla’s concern was that the charity wouldn’t get its money. But although they offered refunds to all 700 people who had bought tickets, very few asked for their money back and many more sent in additional donations. They raised £80,000 in all, but there was no party."

#king charles #queen camilla #royal family #royal baby #fanfiction #fanfic

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vanoincidence · 3 months

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[pm] I just want you to know that I'm still bald. Also, cottage cheese kinds sucks? It's like sour cream but lumpy? People eat this?

[pm] When will your hair grow back?? Do I need to get you like, supplements or something? Do you want your hair back? You look good bald, either way. [...] Why are you eating cottage cheese???

#pm: thea

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magmahearts · 1 year

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@vanoincidence from here:

[pm] Yeah! I [..] live alone, so the company was nice. [del: you can come and stay if you like, I'm worried] I have more movies, if you ever want to watch them. Thea, too. Maybe we can [...] [del: is this even safe to say] invite the others, too. I have access to a lot of pizza. Because of my job.

[pm] I live alone, too. Do you ever get lonely? I get lonely, even though I don't think I'm supposed to. I would really like to watch movies with you. Do you have any superhero movies? Those are my favorite. I think Thea likes them, too, but I don't know. [...] Do you think they would want to? I don't know if Ren likes us very much, and Nora already left me behind once, so she must know that I'm- We can invite them. I hope they'll come. I really do.

#vanoincidence #van: staying #private

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otdiaftg · 2 months

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The sound of the door opening wakes him, and Neil sits up to study Kevin's relaxed expression. Neil assumes that means he'd convinced Thea of Riko's role in Kevin's "accident". Kevin doesn't come far into the room but looks from Neil to where Andrew is half-buried in a beanbag chair. "Let's go." Neil looks to Andrew, but he needn't have worried. Andrew gets up without argument or comment, and they follow Kevin to the Foxhole Court.

Day: Saturday, March 23rd / 24th* Time: 3:00 PM EST

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

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luucypevensie · 6 months

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🐸 + Iris Lennon Sawyer, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨💛✨

MY HIPPIE QUEEN, THANK YOU ALEXANDRA! Tagging @carmens-garden and @daughter-of-melpomene because they love the Dorothea universe as much as you and I do

1. Something they collect: Iris likes to collect old records from all her favorite bands: the one she uses the most is Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours

2. Their sun, moon, and rising star sign: Gemini, Pisces, and Libra (June 1st, 1994, at 5:25 pm)

3. The first thing they bought with their own money: The first thing Iris bought with her own money was a record player; the one she had used to belong to her mother, and it was beginning to fade

4. One positive personality trait of theirs: She’s very open to meeting new people; something about Iris’s energy just draws people into her, and she doesn’t make snap judgements about them until getting to know them more as a person

5. Their favorite ‘80’s song: Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac

6. If they’re a good or bad cook: Iris is NOT a good cook; like Allison, she tends to burn everything, including water

7. Their favorite horror movie: The Texas Chain Saw Massacre

8. Who would play them in a biopic about their life: Kirsten Stewart

9. Who would play their older/younger version: Aubrey Peeples (who also plays her future daughter) as her younger version, and Julianne Moore as her older version

10. An event from their High School reunion: It was decided that Thea would perform one of her new songs that she had just written and recorded with the band (her, Augusta as lead guitarist, Iris on keyboards, Max on drums, and Max’s girlfriend Inez on bass); it was so good that everyone was just dancing and having a blast

#oc: iris lennon sawyer #fic: dorothea #tv: glee #oc asks #dancingwith-sunflowers #THANKS AGAIN ALEXANDRA!

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shadowqueen402 · 11 months

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Kaylo's Special Birthday: Chapter 2

(At the Balan Theatre)

At the Balan Theatre, Stefan and Thea were speaking to Balan and Lance as well as Leo and Emma, who also happened to be there at the time, also visiting the maestros while feeding the Tims and Negati.

"We need your help, you guys," Thea said. "We want to set up a surprise party for Kaylo. But we can't let her suspect that we're planning something. Any advice?"

"Ooh, we can set up the surprise party here!" Emma suggested. "But we'll have to do it in another room. That was what the maids did back at my mansion when they were planning my fifteenth birthday party."

"That sounds like a good idea," Stefan said. "But is there a room that we can use in the theatre?"

"There is one room that is perfect for this party," Balan said. "Follow me and you all shall see." He and Lance led Stefan, Thea, Leo, and Emma down a hall until they eventually came across a pair of large doors. Balan pushed opened the doors, revealing a gigantic dining room.

"This is perfect, Balan!" Thea exclaimed. "This is the right place to hold Kaylo's party. Knowing my daughter, she would want the decorations to be pink, purple, and white."

"Of course, what kind of party would it be if the guests do not know about this occasion?" Lance pointed out. "I think that we should start off by handing every guest an invitation."

"I'll do the invitations," Leo said. "I can get the invitation cards at the store when I leave."

"Before you do so, let me write down the guest list for you, Leo." Thea pulled out a pen and paper from her pocket. "I'll also write down the place date that the party will take place as well as the time it will start and the time it will end." She started to write down everything.

"Ooh, maybe Mei, Trisha Jane, Rebecca, Marina, Debbie, Lora, and Aria can help us prepare for the party?" Emma asked. "As well as the Inhabitants?"

"Yes, that would be a great idea," Stefan agreed. "Why don't you try calling them up later on?"

"I sure will." Emma smiled.

"We'll also need to start getting refreshments and the cake ready," Balan said. "Sadly, I am not…great in the kitchen, unfortunately."

"I will help Aria work on the cake and refreshments, brother," Lance said. "It will be one step done for Kaylo's father and mother."

Thea handed Leo the list. "Think you and Emma can bring all of your friends here so we can tell them the plan?" She asked him.

"I sure can," Leo said, reading the guest list. On that list were the following names:

Krista Bruno

Manny Bruno

Cherry Bruno

Cookie Bruno

Tia Bruno

Katie Bruno

Karol Bruno

Harmony Bruno

Caitlin Bruno

Tuck Bruno

Candy Bruno

Rosie Bruno

Mia Bruno

Tia Bruno

Koto Bruno Tsukishima

Sakura Tsukishima

Kyary Tsukishima

Hana Tsukishima

Haru Tsukishima

Melody O'Hara

Michael O'Hara

Jenny Bruno

Julie Bruno

Lola Bruno

Arwen Emberson Bruno

Erin Bruno

Jose Gallard

Fiona Demetria

Yuri Brand

Haoyu Chang

Sana Hudson

Cass Milligan

Cal Suresh

Iben Bia

Attilio Caccini

Lucy Wong

Eis Glover

Bruce Stone

Rebecca

Lora Jade

Trisha Jane

Mei Hualing

Marina

Aria Montgomery

Debbie Young

Jon Bia

Phil Bia

Lila Bia

Clem Wong

Bianca Suresh

"Wow, that's a lot of guests." Leo was rather surprised at the long list. But this had to be done. He then read the date and the two times that was next to the guest list:

Friday, August 25th at the Balan Theatre

2:30 PM—4:00 PM

"Come on, Emma," Leo said. "We have a lot of work to do." The two waved to the adults and maestros as they set off to complete the tasks given to them…

…Without Kaylo knowing, that is.

Kaylo and her family belong to @kayssweetdreams

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Mei, Marina, Jon, Phil, Lila, Clem, and Bianca all belong to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Debbie belongs to @mayordebbie

Lora Jade belongs to @alex-frostwalker

Aria belongs to me.

#balan wonderworld #ocs #fanfic #balan #lance #leo craig #emma cole #jose gallard #fiona demetria #yuri brand #haoyu chang #sana hudson #cass milligan #cal suresh #iben bia #attilio caccini #lucy wong #eis glover #bruce stone

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