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The Duchess always did love Halloween. She refused to turn down an opportunity to plan out and make an over the top costume. Not when there were plenty of opportunities to be complimented to death. A very nice problem to have. She went with a faerie this year. All out with custom made wings and adorned flowers all over her corset and steep high heels. She made her way into the courtyard, admiring the effort the staff made putting up all the spooky decorations and decking the tables with sweets from every country. Practically buzzing she couldnât really contain her excitement. Finding the nearest person to proclaim her elation. âYour costume is nice and all. But I do think I have the contest in the bag, donât you think?â She beamed, doing a little twirl to show off the outfit properly. âWhat do you think the prize is?â
It had taken Charlotte weeks to decide on a Halloween costume- there had been so many factors in play: originality, comfort, and of course- modesty. She was far, far away from her mother, but the womanâs lessons about how a princess ought to conduct herself had stuck in her brain. Which is how Charlotte had landed on Christine Daae this year- sheâd spent far too long curling her dark hair, had carefully placed the hairpins, and- of course- the white gown was impeccably tailored. But she wasnât enjoying herself, not really. Halloween parties tended to be largely centered around drinking, and Charlotte hadnât had a drop in years, not since the last time sheâd been to a party hosted by Tegan. Though when someone approached her, she smiled in spite of herself, the enthusiasm infectious. âOh, definitely! The wings are beautiful,â she replied. âIâm not sure, honestly. It is Halloween, maybe the prize is candy. Though thatâd be a bit lame.âÂ
@tangodancerxindieâ | Ollie & Char
Though typically, heâd be enjoying the party, tonight Olivier was a bit on edge. Charâs confession that theyâd snuck off without him had made him more vigilant than heâd been since he started this job years ago. And while he hadnât been glued to Charlizeâs side all night, he had kept a watchful eye on the princess. It would be all too easy for him to lose them in the crowd: staff, villagers, and royals alike all in costume, most of them blind drunk, it was a logistical nightmare for a guard. But he had his eyes on Char, in a costume that was very on-brand for them, keeping his distance but reluctant to let them out of his sight.
And maybe he was worrying too much- Charlize could handle themself, he knew that, but the idea of anything happening to them was nauseatingly unsettling. Heâd only turned around for a second, to grab a drink- his first and only of the night- and when heâd turned back, heâd lost track of Charlize.Â
His heart was in his throat as he scanned the crowd, and when he finally found them again, he made his way over, carefully weaving through the crowd. âHey,â he said, keeping his tone light as he reached out to put a hand on the princessâs shoulder to get their attention. âEnjoying the party?âÂ
Ilya Pavlov | 35 | Guard to Hazal Durmaz | Rebel | Ryan Eggold
NEW AMSTERDAM â Season 3, Episode 1:Â âThe New Normalâ
MICHAEL GRAY â PEAKY BLINDERS S03E03
thiccachuâ:
Izsak nodded along. âI am right there with you. Weâre so bad at being rich, arenât we?â Izsak was the least luxurious person around. He didnât care about all the fancy clothes or expensive food. He just wanted to be a normal, every day person. At least then no one would care how boring he is. Maybe then he wouldnât have to overthink his image at all times. Needing to convince himself to eat dessert. âI would love that. Canât stay lurking in the corner the whole night.â
Lena nodded, laughing. âWe must have been normal in our past lives.â It was, admittedly, not rare for Lena to take advantage of certain aspects of the royal life: frequent vacations and designer clothes, to name a few, but literally eating gold felt excessive. âLetâs go pick something, then! Something with chocolate, ideally,â she said, holding out her hand to her brother.Â
kaylawritesthingsâ:
âOh, stop it, we both know youâre just saying that to be polite.â He rolled his eyes at her playfully before he hesitated, Matthias looking down at her feet. Everyone knew that he wasnât the best dancer in the room even if he had sort of improved with all of the balls held in Russia. If she was looking for someone who wouldnât step on her feet maybe a dance should be the last thing the two of them did that night. âUmâŠare you sure? I mean youâveâŠyouâve seen Maggieâs feet after a night of dancing with me before.âÂ
Yes, the two of them had been dancing together since he could remember and he should be okay since they were familiar with each others styles but he had also been dancing with Maggie since they were kids and heâd given the girl some of the worst blisters in her life. âWe could always just chat on the balcony or something. I know I was the one who asked but I didnât know youâd been subjected to torture already.â
âI trust you far more than the strangers Iâve danced with so far, Iâm sure weâll be fine,â Kat replied, brushing off the concern. It wasnât as though she was a great dancer, either though not for a lack of trying on her part. âThough I am a bit tipsy,â she admitted. It was a bad habit, she knew, but with every event came champagne and cocktails, and she had a hard time saying no to that. âSo fresh air might be a nice idea too. Up to you.âÂ
âHow is Maggie? I havenât seen her since Russia, I keep meaning to make plans with her.â Katrien was lucky, in that sense- she and her future sister-in-law got along well, and she wholeheartedly trusted that her country would be in capable hands once Maggie became queen.Â
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thiccachuâ:
Ethan should have guessed there would be a ball to start off the royalâs stay in Thailand. It was the royal way to throw a party. Despite all the practice the guard had in working parties like this one, he had still yet to learn to love them. The Camden boy might never be in a place where he was comfortable at a ball. A crowded pub cheering on Manchester United with a couple hundred drunks was more his style. Plus he hated wearing a suit. He spent nearly the whole night fiddling with his sleeves and slowly loosening his tie until it was completely undone.Â
At least by then it was the end of the night and no one seemed to mind too much. Most of the attendees making their way out to the bonfire. But Ethan knew he wasnât going that way. No, he knew his boyfriend. And knew the two would rather go off and be alone then continue partying. And Ethan was not going to disagree with him on that. Especially after two months of lonely nights without him. Ethan, more than ever, craved the touch of his boyfriend.
Like an over-excited golden retriever, the second Ethan noticed Thomasâ signal, he felt his heart begin to race. A huge goofy smile plastered on his face as he went for the door. Clumsily knocking over a small table - he apologized to the closest person, whoever they were, and rushed out of the ballroom. Following close behind Thomas until they were alone in the hallway, he already made the effort in taking off the damn jacket he was forced to wear. Tossing it in the room as they made their way through the doorway. He didnât even bother closing the door behind him. Too preoccupied with kissing the love of his life and unbuttoning his shirt. Yeah, this was way better than some dumb bonfire.
The bonfire wasnât Rosaâs scene at all. She could enjoy a good party, liked watching people have fun, but with the amount of drugs and nudity at this one she was highly uncomfortable as she sat by the fire with a water in hand. Her eyes hadnât left the flames in more than five minutes while she tried to avoid one of the naked princes walking right by them only for him to stop talk to someone right next to her. The only reason she had even come to this thing was because she thought she might get to see Thomas for a bit but her betrothed wasnât even there.Â
After deciding she was completely done with the situation, Rosa stood and started to make her way back in hopes of finding someone who hadnât gone to the beach. Clean up was under way in the ballroom so she didnât feel like bugging anyone who was on the clock and she had no idea where Bee could be. Thomas seemed to be the best choice, the Filipino assuming that he was hiding out in his room for the same reason she had left the chaos behind.
âThomas?â The door was open a bit and nervous butterflies started to flutter in the pit of Rosaâs stomach. What if something had happened to him? She didnât want to be rude but panic was setting in and she would have never forgiven herself if Thomas had been hurt and sheâd just walked away. Slowly, Rosa pushed the door open. Her eyes landed on her betrothed, finding that he looked more than okay at the moment but also realizing she had walked in a very private moment between him andâŠ.Ethan?
âOh my god.â Her voice seemed to fill the space of the room, Rosa slapping a hand over her mouth after to keep herself from saying anything else that was suddenly coming to mind, and she had to turn away from the scene unfolding in front of her eyes. âOh my god, Iâm sorry.â The words were muffled by her hand and she kind of hoped the two hadnât understood what sheâd said. She had nothing to be sorry for. This was not on her and yet her anger and disappointment was nothing compared to how awful she felt for walking in on a moment clearly meant for the two of them to share alone. She moved her hand from her mouth to rest against her stomach, suddenly feeling sick, and still refused to look at the two boys. âIâmâŠIâm gonna go. I can talk to you later.â
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The voice was familiar, and panic rose in his chest as he realized who it belonged to. Fuck. Of all the people who couldâve walked in, of course it had to be Rosamie. He quickly disentangled himself from Ethan, shooting the guard an apologetic look, tinged with dread. Theyâd had close calls, over the years, but nothing like this. And if she told anyone, if word got out, and then eventually back to the English monarchs... The thought of it was too much.Â
When he looked to Rosa, she looked about as rough as the prince felt. He ran his hand through his hair and let out a sigh. Then, realizing his shirt was half-buttoned, he scrambled to fix it. It at least gave him something to focus on aside from the guilt churning in his stomach. Â
âRosa-â he began, and then faltered. âFuck,â he muttered, unable to even look at Rosamie. âI didnât want you to find out like this,â he said. What else could he possibly say? This was the woman he was meant to marry. And in seconds, heâd ruined everything. He should have just told her. Should have offered to find a way out of this betrothal from the start. Done anything to prevent this exact nightmare of a scenario. âI... Iâm sorry.â
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moonandstarsrpsâ:
âItâs not a matter of checking up on you,â she replied, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. Instead of showing anything close to annoyance, Judy offered a smile. âYouâre in the system and your name pops up when iâm looking at unpaid parking tickets. It is my job, after all.â Not exactly what she expected to do as an officer but at least she was helping in some way. âI donât know. I can feel a big case coming though and I will solve it. I promise.â
âRight,â Nick replied, somewhat dubiously. âIâll get right on paying those off,â he added, though he was sure that Judy knew as well as he did it was the very last thing on his list of priorities. There was that rosy outlook of hers again. âYeah? Well, you should let me know when that happens, Hopps, Iâll be the first to congratulate you.âÂ
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Location: Outside Avaâs Apartment, 3 months ago
It was chaos. The last month felt like it had blew past Trevor so quickly, he had yet to be able to even process it. In just four short weeks, his novel hit the shelves - blew up - and suddenly he was getting checks in the mail large enough to buy out not just his apartment, but the whole building. It was insane and everything he could have dreamed of since he first sat down to write the book last year. It was a labor of love. His whole life, with some exaggerated details for good measure, all written out in black and white. Everything about his family, growing up in a small seaside town, and the woman he refused to get over. Ava. Unfortunately for Trevor, it seemed not everyone saw his novel the way he did. The opposite actually. Everyone enraged he decided to air out their dirty laundry in a tell all book. The name changes wasnât the get out jail free card he thought it would be.
His parents, his friends, Ava - none of them were talking to him. He had no idea they would react like this. Didnât prepare on how to repair all the hurt he never meant to cause. Especially with Ava. The two had been through plenty of ups and downs since they met and began dating in college. The downs a majority of the time were Trevorâs doing. He knew he wasnât the best boyfriend. He could be selfish, withdrawn, borderline obnoxious at times. But he did love Ava. She was the only person he had ever loved. And he couldnât just give up on everything they built. He just had no idea how. Out of all his past fuck-ups, this one was by far the worse. There was no road map to digging himself out the deep, dark hole he buried himself in.
But he had to at least try. Trevor went up to Avaâs building, holding the most expensive bouquet he could get his hands on last minute. He ran the buzzer, rocking in place. âAva - sweetheart - just open the door. Letâs talk about this.â
If her life wasnât in some kind of upheaval, would it really be her life? It was something Ava had pondered a lot these last few weeks. Her boyfriend- her ex-boyfriend, she reminded herself, had published a book, and at first, sheâd been thrilled that heâd fulfilled a longtime dream.Â
And then... and then sheâd read it. Read the details heâd divulged about her, about their life together. Heâd changed her name, but it hardly mattered. Sheâd been asked about it enough times, asked to confirm if certain bits of the story were true, stopped on the street by people sheâd known for years who now only wanted to talk about that fucking book. She knew everyone knew who it was really about. Â
On this particular day, she was hunkered down in her apartment- the only place in town she could get any peace these days, it seemed. And then, predictably, that peace was interrupted by the sound of her buzzer. She got up, setting down her tea mug on the coffee table. Hearing Trevorâs voice through the intercom, she hesitated for a moment before buzzing him in. âThe doorâs unlocked,â she replied, tone clipped. It was a pattern for them, had been for years- the break up, the reconciling, rinse and repeat, but this time felt different. The idea of seeing him right now had her stomach in tense knots.Â
thiccachuâ:
Another day - yet another ball for the prince to attend. It never got easier. Tegan loved a good party. But this could barely be seen as a proper party. It was a cocktail hour at best. Events like these were all the same. Boring and drab. Tegan wondering if drinking back in his room alone would have been a better time. Unfortunately he didnât have the pleasure to make that choice. As his soon to be wife (another stunt to control Tegan pulled by the New Zealand monarch) was adamant they attend the ball together. At least he heard whisperings of a bonfire party after. That would surely be a little bit more favorable. Closer to Teganâs likings.
Tegan was in the midst of chasing down a waiter - needing something to help wash down the handful pills he had downed before showing up to the ballroom. Finally able to catch up with the speedster, he took two flutes of champagne, one in each hand. He cheered the air as the waiter rolled their eyes and walked off. All Tegan could do was laugh, knocking back one glass at a time in two big swigs. Now holding two empty glasses, his eyes went back on the hunt for a refill. Instead of finding a top off, he found the Australian princess. âWhen do I not?â He replied, obviously oblivious to the sickly look he gave off. âI thought this whole royal getaway charade would have ended in Russia. But no - mommy and daddy had to ship me off again. Theyâre probably happier than ever now that they have a reason to never see me again.â
Charlotte blinked in surprise, taking a moment to process his words. It was hard, now, to talk to him, to be around him. Theyâd been children together, once. It was easy to picture Tegan as the bright eyed kid he used to be, a terribly far cry from what he was now. And though there was a lump in her throat, her expression remained neutral- it was unbecoming for a future queen to show negative emotions in public, one of the many things sheâd had drilled into her since infancy.Â
âWell, at least itâs warmer here than in Russia?â she replied, trying to look on the bright side. âWould you rather be at home?â she wondered, honestly unsure of what the answer would be coming from him- she knew his relationship with his parents was... strained, to say the least.Â
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