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[cece693]

Okay okay so silly idea okay so male reader x Hannibal and they are basically the same right and they been married for 20 years but recently the reader started to be less elegant and more reckless he made a man cave in their nice furnished house started to eat hot cheetos even leaving crumbs in their bed. And the worst part is he got a ps5 at his big age (the reader and Hannibal around same age )

Write about how Hannibal would react seeing the most elegant smartest man he knows turn into a man child please 🙏

Okay, so this might seem like an AU because (let's be real) Hannibal would rather kill you than allow you to become something akin to those 'pigs' he detests. So, the only logical reason for your change in attitude has to be a midlife crisis. So, I hope you enjoy this small, yet fluffy fic.

Midlife Crisis

pairing: hannibal lecter x male reader tags: established relationship, just you having a midlife crisis, hannibal being considerate and accommodating, fluff

You have always matched Hannibal—measure for measure, refinement for refinement. For twenty years, the two of you have been twin blades honed on one another: matching Tom Ford suits in the cloakroom, antique opera glasses resting side by side, twin signatures in the guestbook at La Fenice.

Then, six weeks ago, the first crack: a neon beer sign arrived, incongruously aglow in the cellar that once housed your burgundy collection. Man Cave, it proclaimed in lurid cobalt. Hannibal descended the stairs with a bottle of Château d’Yquem and stopped, transfixed, as if he were observing graffiti on a Botticelli.

It has only grown worse.

He wakes before dawn—habitual—stretching an arm across 1,200‑thread‑count Egyptian cotton only to encounter volcanic orange grit. He lifts his hand to the dim light and watches powdered spice cling to the whorls of his fingerprints like evidence at a crime scene. You snore gently beside him, slack‑jawed, an open bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos wilting on the duvet like a wounded animal.

Hannibal’s nostrils flare. He rises without sound, carries the bag to the ensuite sink, and pours the remaining curls down the disposal. Their hiss as they vanish feels symbolic, a small exorcism.

He discovers the PS5 two evenings later, set up in what was once the music room. Your Bösendorfer grand now shoulders aside an ultrawide monitor; game cases litter the piano bench where Rachmaninoff once thundered beneath your hands.

You lounge in an oversized gaming chair—headset crooked, controller flashing—guiding a garishly armored soldier through digital carnage. Hannibal stands in the doorway, immaculate in charcoal silk, listening to the rapid‑fire clicks.

“Darling,” he says, voice smooth as port. “You are wearing...sweatpants.”

You pause the game, swivel toward him with a grin too boyish for the lines at your eyes. “Comfy, aren’t they? Grab a controller; Co‑Op mode just dropped.”

For an instant, Hannibal imagines flinging the console out the window, discarding it like so many bones. Instead he exhales through his nose, steps forward, and lays a hand atop the piano. It is dusty. He feels the dust as betrayal.

“Do you recall,” Hannibal asks softly, “how you played the Adagio of the ‘Hammerklavier’ the night I confessed my feelings?”

Your smile falters. “Of course I do, Hanni.”

“It seems your soldier has taken Beethoven’s place.” You stare, caught between amusement and guilt, and Hannibal sees it clearly: beneath the reckless veneer is a man grappling with an itch of mortality—the sudden terror that excellence might calcify into stagnation.

The following Sunday, Hannibal prepares dinner alone. You are busy “raiding,” whatever that is, and decline his invitation with distracted half‑sentences shouted through a microphone. He braises venison in red wine for hours, layering juniper, bitter chocolate, and a whisper of long pepper. The kitchen fills with fragrant steam, but the seat across from him stays empty, controller clicks echoing from the hall.

Hannibal eats in silence, knife and fork precise, imagining you inhaling takeout straight from the carton. When he clears the dishes, he feels a flicker of something rare and dangerous: resentment. It is midnight when Hannibal finally strides into the man cave. Screens glow like infernal portals; half‑drunk sodas sweat on polished mahogany. You are mid‑match, eyes wild with focus.

Hannibal reaches out and, with clinical calm, unplugs the console.

“Hannibal!” You yank off the headset. “We were about to beat the boss!”

“Then the boss must wait.” He sets the power cord neatly on the desk. “We need to speak.”

You cross your arms, posture defensive. “If this is about the crumbs—”

“It is about everything.” Hannibal's voice does not rise; it descends, dropping like a scalpel into tissue. “You have traded discipline for indulgence, clarity for noise. It is as though I woke beside someone wearing your skin.”

A flash of hurt crosses your face, sharpened by anger. “So I’m not allowed hobbies that aren’t Michelin‑starred?”

“It isn’t the hobbies. It is the abandon with which you pursue them. You used to savor life; now you devour it like junk food—quick, thoughtless, forgettable. And you leave crumbs.”

You open your mouth—then shut it. Silence stretches. Finally, you sink back in the chair, rubbing your brow. “I feel old,” you admit. “Stripped of novelty. Everyone expects perfection from us—every dinner flawless, every gesture curated. I wanted something…simple. Something where excellence didn’t matter.”

Hannibal kneels—not supplicant, but equal—resting elegant hands on your thighs. “Perfection never mattered to me, Y/N. Only authenticity. If you crave new experiences, we shall find them—together. But do not cast aside the artistry that defines you. It is the marrow of our bond.”

You swallow, eyes shining. “Even the Cheetos?”

He allows the faintest smile. “There are superior ways to explore capsaicin.”

A week later, the man cave remains, but the neon sign is gone. The PS5 is relocated to a custom cabinet of dark walnut, its cables sheathed in crimson silk. On Friday nights you invite Hannibal to play; he accepts, fingers surprisingly deft on the controller. Between matches he teaches you to compose a snack of tempura‑fried shishito peppers dusted with smoked paprika—crunchy, fiery, but stain‑free.

The Bösendorfer is tuned. After gaming, you close the cabinet and settle at the keys while Hannibal drapes across the chaise, eyes closed, sipping Sauternes. Beethoven returns to the house—now accompanied by distant victory fanfares echoing from memory rather than speaker.

In bed, you still slip sometimes, sneaking a contraband chip beneath the sheets. Hannibal catches your wrist, brings the guilty fingertip to his lips, and licks away the spice with deliberate slowness.

“Reckless,” he murmurs against your skin, “yet salvageable.”

And you laugh—because in twenty years you have learned that nothing delights him more than transforming chaos into cuisine, disorder into art. Even, it seems, a midlife crisis can be plated elegantly.

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Kinktober 17

17. Dirty Talking, Pussy Eating/Blowjob, Breath Control

You’re working an event. One you organised, actually, a gala for a smaller museum relying on public funding. You like to be able to help the community as much as you can so you donated your efforts for free and organised a showing of some rarer artefacts for them. You’re doing what you do best: gliding effortlessly between sponsors, trying to wrack up more donors for the place, a winning smile plastered on your face. You don’t get to be two thousand years old without learning how to talk to people.

Your husbands are here, too. Dressed up properly. Well, as properly as you can get them - they’re in decent suits, at least. Aziraphale is making animated conversation with one of the partygoers about a book on display, and Crowley looks bored. 

When Crowley looks bored, you know there’s going to be trouble.

You see, when the partygoer heads off, Crowley moves closer to Aziraphale. His lips are whispering something devilishly, a smile creeping across his face. The effect is immediate. Aziraphale goes bright red and has to start subtly adjusting his trousers. He says something sharply to the demon who chuckles.

Crowley snakes over to you while you’re getting yourself another glass of wine. 

“Whatever you’re up to, stop it,” you say, lowly. Crowley hums and puts his chin in his hand, regarding you coolly behind his dark glasses.

“Me? Up to something? You wound me, my love.”

He waits until the bartender is turned and dips his head forward.

“I was just thinking about how I want to fuck you in that suit.”

You inhale sharply, glancing around to make sure nobody is listening, then shoot Crowley a dangerous look.

“Crowley…”

“What? You didn’t pick it because you knew it looked bad, did you?”

It is your favourite suit, to be fair. Navy blue and tight, it accentuates all of the best parts of your body. You know your bum looks spectacular in it.

“We are in public.”

Crowley waves his hand, and at once, everyone finds something interesting to look at away from the bar. He steps forward, caging you in with his hips. You feel the rub of his cock against your arse.

“Tell me you’re not thinking about it. About me pushing you over this bar, spreading your legs. You wouldn’t put up a fight would you? You’d love me fucking you where everyone can see.”

You press your thighs together, feel your face get hot.

“Rip those trousers off you, press my mouth between your legs like you deserve. I know you love my tongue, nightingale. I bet you’d love to be eaten here, wouldn’t you? Stake your claim over this little museum. You’d never be able to come here again without thinking about how many orgasms I gave you in the function room. You’d always need to press your luscious thighs together.”

“Crowley…” A plea.

“I know how needy you are. I bet, right now, I could sink my cock inside you up to the base, couldn’t I? Feel you dripping down me. You’d make a dreadful mess on the bar but somehow I think you wouldn’t really care. I think you just want to see me soaked in you.”

“Stop…” you don’t mean it.

“Fuck, you’re like velvet. I never get tired of having you.”

He wraps a hand lightly around your neck, and instead of telling him off, you find yourself keening into it. He runs his thumb along your pulse point, flicks his tongue out to lick the shell of your ear.

“Aziraphale’s waiting for us in the cloakroom. Are you coming?”

Yes, you rather are.

When the bartender finally turns back round with your sauvignon blanc, he’s surprised to see you utterly gone.

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[mrsfrederickchilton]

FREDERICK. Chapter 49

Your meetings were becoming more and more casual, and you both liked it. You especially liked it, because it meant that he was starting to trust you. Trust and the desire for intimacy were different things; you still needed both. This time, you decided to watch a movie together, only not in a cinema, but at Dr. Chilton’s house. He didn’t use pirated resources or streaming services; you could have watched something online on a laptop, but the TV screen was much larger. True, for some reason it didn’t have a port for a flash drive, but it did have a DVD player. Expensive in its time, but already a little outdated. Dr. Chilton was clearly not a fan of TV series and new films. Instead, he probably studied psychiatric manuals and medical records. And also comments about himself on forums and under photographs... One way or another, Dr. Chilton, slightly embarrassed, offered to choose something from a rather dusty box hiding in the corner of the closet. There, in addition to some junk for you and some memorabilia for Dr. Chilton, there were about ten DVDs lying around. “I still haven’t watched any of these,” he wrote under the photo of the discs he’d sent you that morning, “but maybe something will work?”

You studied all the titles; the collection turned out to be quite diverse. One film caught your eye. It was old, even very old, but you wanted to watch it again. You doubted Dr. Chilton would argue with you.

It was another Wednesday, another chess match, another message for your love. You already knew what you were going to convey. Just one word, but he would understand. This was a very important day. For both of you. For him, because he did something completely out of character. For you, because it gave you hope.

Vivaldi.

***

You were leaving the concert hall when it happened. Four violin concertos, classical but not boring, and a crowd of enthusiastic listeners. The foyer was stuffy when you first arrived, and it got even worse when the program ended. People filled the space, hurrying to get to the cloakroom. You decided to skip the main flow and moved to the wall. You were looking at the ceiling painting when your attention was drawn to a strange movement somewhere in the corner. It took you a while to realize what was happening. The flow of people was skirting the columns of the foyer — and paying no attention to the corners. In one of them, a middle-aged man clutched his chest and began to slowly sink to the floor. You froze, as if you were the one who felt ill. Probably a heart attack. You became scared. Not only because you were terribly afraid of any attacks and had absolutely no idea what to do during them, but also because none of these wonderful people, who listened to Vivaldi with such rapture, noticed — or did not want to notice — someone else's misfortune. It was incredible. You wanted to take a step towards the man, but you were as if paralyzed. The love of your life looked at your changed face, followed your gaze.

It was unlikely that at that moment it was compassion. Rather, the reason was your fear. And, perhaps, certain rules of decency — the rules of normal life, which was left behind for you, but to which, he knew, you would always belong. And to want him to be able to do the same someday.

He took your phone — he still didn't have his own — and made his way through the crowd to the victim. You, trying to keep up, hurried after him. He leaned over the man, who managed to say a few words to him and then passed out, and called an ambulance. Yes, it was a heart attack.

He pulled the man's bow tie off and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. He laid him down, putting his jacket under his head. There were no windows in the foyer, the stuffiness did not subside. You were finally noticed; sympathizers began to gather around. Time seemed to slow down, you were worried that the man would die, because he looked very much like it. But your criminal seemed completely unconcerned. You thought that everything would be fine, and you, too, began to calm down. Until he said two words to you that scared you to death:

“Cardiac arrest.”

The ambulance had not yet arrived, you were overcome with panic. And your killer, completely cold-blooded, began CPR. You watched it and felt as if your lungs were being filled with air, your heart was being brought back to life. You watched it and couldn't believe it.

The doctors who arrived thanked him for his help — without it, the man could have died before they arrived — and took care of the poor man. The sympathizers wandered into the cloakroom, and you followed them. Unable to resist, you stopped and took his hands. As eternally cold as yours. Such dear.

“What?” he asked, although he knew perfectly well what.

For the first time, he didn't take someone's life, but saved it.

You smiled, looking into his eyes, feeling hope blossom inside you.

“It's because of you,” he muttered.

The best words in the world.

***

“What's new?” Orderly Higgins asked a bit salaciously when he won your game of chess again and accepted your mysterious and short love message about Vivaldi.

With which you reminded your love — you know that he is not a psychopath. That he was able to change. That he is capable of helping other people. That together you can cope with everything — everything.

You and the orderly had already become almost friends. Strange... But still. He once let it slip that you were on the same wavelength. You preferred not to find out what exactly that meant.

“Nothing yet,” you answered. “Everything is the same.”

Your love is still locked away. You and Dr. Chilton are still engaged in debauchery, not fully trusting each other. You still did almost nothing that you should have. Somewhere there was not enough time. Somewhere — confidence. And sometimes you were simply covered by a wave of shame. But having awakened your memories, you gained more confidence. Time will definitely play on your side. And you need to forget about shame right now, once and for all.

“I can help,” said orderly Higgins.

“With what?” you were surprised.

“With anything,” he grinned.

You blushed and began to put away the chess pieces.

“You're all hanging around Dr. Chilton,” the orderly covered your hand holding the queen with his paw. “Or rather, now it's he who's hanging around you.” He leaned too close to you. “How will this all end?”

You looked into his watery gray eyes, not knowing what to say. You didn't expect this conversation.

“Tell me right now,” he said, without removing his huge hand. The queen, covered with two palms, was suffocating. “Don't be afraid,” he added, seeing that you were confused. Then he released your hand and leaned back in his chair, giving you space and the opportunity to make a decision.

You looked down. Are you both that crazy? On the same wavelength. Is it possible to risk saying what you have planned? Are you that on this wavelength already? You were sure he wouldn't go to Dr. Chilton. He wouldn't call the police or put you in a ward or anything. But how would he take what you will say? You felt like you could trust your gut feeling that it was time, that you had made this acquaintance for a reason, but with people like orderly Higgins, it was easy to make a mistake.

“Yes,” you said. “It seems, that I really need your help.”

“Maybe it`s not seems.”

You finally decided to do it.

“Maybe you could... testify?”

Orderly Higgins leaned over the table to you again, interested, slightly brushing the chessboard:

“About what?”

You sighed and answered:

“About something that hasn't happened yet.”

There was silence, and you felt the hairs on your arms stand on end. You took a risk, but the real risk was still ahead.

“That sounds like something I want to hear more about,” orderly Higgins grinned.

Oh, my.

You looked around, checking if anyone had appeared in the cafeteria, but the space around you was dead, as if specifically for you to share your ideas with orderly Higgins.

And you shared them.

As you spoke quietly, Higgins' expression changed from intrigued to surprised, and then to conspiratorial. When you fell silent, he pointed a plump finger at you and said,

“I knew from the very beginning that you were up to something.”

“Yes,” you agreed.

“The idea is interesting.”

You weren't at all sure about that, so you lowered your eyes and didn't answer.

“If you win the next game, I'll say whatever you want.”

What?

“Oh,” you blurted out. “No, that's impossible.”

You definitely can't do that.

“Well, it's worth a try. Put in a little more effort.”

“No, no,” you shook your head, “anything but that.”

“But I'm interested in that,” Higgins responded, sipping his drink.

“Please, let's agree on something else,” you asked.

He slammed the glass down on the table, making you flinch.

“Never say “please”. Not in this place.” He paused, then added, “Promise.”

“O... Okay,” you said.

You were really ready to fulfill that promise. But the walls of the hospital would still hear both your pleas and your sobs.

“Then, perhaps, I'll be interested in something else.”

Orderly Higgins took a pen from his breast pocket, took a napkin, scribbled on it a couple of times and pushed it towards you.

The amount was not small, but it was worth it. True, you'll have to sell some things so that the financial damage isn't so noticeable, but a couple of expensive dresses and shoes have been hanging around in your apartment for too long. And soon you'll get the  pay for another month's rent. You folded the napkin in half and put it in your bag.

“When?” asked Higgins

“I don't know exactly.”

“At least let the poor guy celebrate Christmas in peace,” the orderly grinned. “Alone. Or not?”

“I don't know,” you repeated.

Truth.

“Well, at least you know exactly where to find me,” he grinned at the end and left.

You stood up from the table, feeling your heart pounding. Now you had an accomplice whose help you were ready to use if necessary. How low you had fallen! You could only hope that money and the strange attitude towards both of you would not loosen his tongue ahead of time. You heard footsteps and turned around; your heart broke into your ribcage, almost killing you.

“Managed to finish early,” Dr. Chilton declared contentedly.

“Wonderful,” you feigned joy, clearly aware of how your voice was shaking. If he had come in less than a minute ago, you would have definitely had a heart attack.

“We can go. By the way, have you chosen a movie?”

Oh, yes. Very suitable.

“Yeah,” you answered. “They say it’s not bad.”

“Which one?” Chilton asked, politely waving you into the hallway.

At the end of the corridor, orderly Higgins was bustling about with a cart. He turned his head towards you, and you looked at the linoleum. Then you realized that Dr. Chilton was waiting for your answer. You looked at him and, forcing a smile, and said:

“Elevator to the Gallows.”

Next chapter (Chapter 50)

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[thecclover-fanfictions]

On The Depth Of The Sea

Grabbing the steel doorframe with both his hands Charles scrambled over the step out of the small cloakroom. Under normal circumstances he had felt disgusted to death by bending his head over the toilet pan and to spew heavily into the loo, which hundreds of his comrades used day by day.

But on this day he not even realised this. And if he had, it wouldn´t matter. Nothing didn´t matter anymore. Absolutely nothing.

Under wavering steps he reached his cabin. Automatically he shut the door, automatically he went over to his little washbasin and automatically he switched on the water. The cold runlet at his hands let him wake up a little. At least that little to bent down and refresh his face and sluice out his mouth.

One hand steadied on the washbasin and the other hand grabbed the towel to dry his face. His view caught the table in the mirror and a small edge of a cream coloured paper reflected. And now Charles was fully aware again where exactly the heavy pain inside his body arose from. The pain that became so heavy with one fast jerk, that his body let run riot immediately and let him storm out to the gross toilet to empty his stomach. 

It was his heart. Or at least the place where his heart still was just minutes before. Now there just was a tattered hole, everything inside seemed to be shredded, it felt bleeding, deep dark and sore. And this hole and the pains, which he couldn´t find words for, slowly spread over his whole body.

Charles knew, it wouldn´t get better now. But as if by magic he was pulled over to the table again to look at the paper. He couldn´t concentrate on the written text, everything seemed to be like in a fog. But a few words stuck out. Dark, sharp and clear: “the engagement of Mr. Andrew Parker Bowles to Ms. Camilla Shand”.

Anything around Charles started to swirl. He breathed heavily. At the edge of the table he tried to find hold, but his arms almost give away and his knees were heavily shaking. The pain from his left side had reached his right side, his thorax was laced in and compressed, it started to darken everywhere. Air! His brain screamed to him! Fresh air!

Waving and shaking Charles tried to rush over to the small bull´s eye. As fast as he could. And with each of his steps he left behind a trace of energy, vitality and light. It just flooded out of his body, slowly but definitely.

He yanked open the bull´s eye and with his hand still at the knob he deeply breathed in the very small breeze of fresh air. But somehow this wasn´t enough. Somehow it left him feel worse. The more he breathed, the more his chest was compressed. He tried to stretch out his head, but all what he felt was more darkness, more stifling air and as if he`d sink down to the depths of the sea, unable to move or to do anything.

His feet wouldn´t carry him any longer, still heavy gasping he shut the bull´s eye. Then a part of his brain told him to do it, as it probably would be better to hide anything in here from his comrades outside.

Charles sunk down on the bed and buried his head into his hands. His pair of lungs were filled with cement, his chest burned and pained, his arms and legs felt so incredible heavy and his head was somehow stuck into a clamp.

HE HAD LOST HER!

Charles felt like he had to cry now. But there were no tears, no sobbing, his body was just frozen into pain. And not only his body. His brain couldn´t work as well. He just had this one horrible sentence in front of his eyes: “the engagement of Mr. Andrew Parker Bowles to Ms. Camilla Shand”.

Suddenly a huge blind rage arose in him, very quickly it climbed up inside and let his body almost explode now. Charles jumped up and hit his fist heavy on the steel table top. It ached really much, the pang climbed up his arm to his shoulder, but it pushed aside the pain in his chest. At least a little.

Charles hit the table top again. Harder and harder his fist punched down. Somehow this freed his body out of the rigidity and his chest out of the iron clasps. He had bit his lower lip all the time, he could taste the blood in his mouth. But he didn´t care. And he didn´t care for his dark red fist, his meanwhile stiff arm and his injured, bloody knuckles. 

But eventually this kind of pain let something lose inside him. Finally he could breathe again, finally his pair of lungs were filled with air again.

And now it started to come out of him. He almost reared up, his hands grabbed his head, he squinted his eyes and his mouth opened wide.

His brain told him to go down on his knees, a millisecond later he had buried his head into the bed sheet and screamed. Jerkily, desperately and loud. The more he screamed, the more his fist hit down on the bed.

He didn´t know how long he stayed in this condition. But slowly his screams turned into short yells, quieter and more powerless, until he finally remained silent.

He still kneeled on the floor, his arms and hands dangled powerless over the edge of the bed and he had turned aside his heavy blushed face. He just stared to the end of his bed, but his eyes didn´t see the real world.

His eyes just saw his wonderful, bubbly girlfriend who laughed and smiled heartily to him. But he couldn´t reach her. He could see her face clearly, but at the same time she seems to be so far away, almost hidden in a cloud, and if he tried to near to her she moved away again.

Determined Charles jumped up. He had to convince himself again. He grabbed the paper and…his aching chest felt as if a red-hot broad knife was stabbed into his shredded heart and slowly turned around. Quickly he let fall the letter back on the table, covered his eyes with his lower arm and turned away. With his other arm he steadied against the steel wall of his small ship cabin and tried to catch a clear thought.

His mind was more than confused, memories of her and their wonderful time, his dreams and hopes and his greatest fears crossed in a whirlwind.

But one single thought came out of the chaos again. It was the horrible thing he was afraid of since meeting her for the first time: HE HAD LOST HER! SHE WAS GONE! AWAY FROM HIM!

Charles steadied with both hands against the wall now and panted again. He felt sooo weak. Weak from spewing, weak from his fury outburst, weak from the pain inside him and weak from this terrible news. He had to go down on the floor again and leaned his upper body over the seat of the steel chair.

Deeply he breathed in again and again. He clenched his fists and loudly grumbled. Desperately he tried to be angry about her, but he just couldn´t. Neither he could be angry about Andrew.

There was just one person, he had to be angry about. It was he himself!

He had ignored the signs. And he had ignored reality. He hadn´t prevented that she would go. He had to bear the blame that his life was ruined, that he himself was ruined and bled to death. And he had to bear the blame that another man had snatched away his girl. The woman of his dreams. His soul mate. His best friend. His mind-blowing lover. His beautiful future bride…

Nooo, not his future bride. ANDREW´S BRIDE! Charles´s fingers clawed into his forehead, his elbows steadied on the seat. In his mind he screamed loud to himself what an ignorant loser he was. Lightheaded he just was convinced, that anything would fall into the right place. Yes, it had…but just for Andrew!

Camilla always was honest with him. From the beginning on. She had told him that she still felt for Andrew. Very different to the feelings for him, Charles. But there still was something. And he knew that she was uncomfortable in his own stiff, overfraught and way too luxury world. She scared the public eye. He hadn´t mind to take her with him to a few of his engagements, but she preferred to wait for him in her flat or, sometimes, in his palace apartement. She wasn´t very keen of the dozens of staff members constantly around.

But she loved to be in the private atmosphere of Birkhall or Balmoral or Broadlands with Uncle Dickie. She loved the country life. He had recognized her longing looks, if small children were around. She loved to be in the garden, to be on a horse`s back, to wear her Wellingtons, just to be Charles and Camilla…

But he hadn´t told her that he wanted to give her all of this.

He just hadn´t told her that he would do anything for her to feel comfortable. That he could buy a farm house for them, that he would try to keep her out of the public, at least for the first years… That he would fight against Uncle Dickie´s and Grannie`s sentiment that she was not grand enough to be a princess.

And above all he hadn´t told her that she should wait for him…BECAUSE HE WANTED TO MARRY HER!

He had ignored the special expression of her eyes as she stood here in this cabin to say goodbye to him in Plymouth. She had grabbed both his hands tightly and told him that he should use this time to learn. As much as he could. About the world, people and life. And that after his Navy time he´d knew better what he wanted in life. And what would be the right for him.

…and that he never should forget that she loves him deeply. Always. No matter what would happen…

And now Charles understood. Her eyes, her sad eyes, had told him everything. Her last kiss had told him everything. She had kissed him in a way, as if there would be no tomorrow…long, deep, desperate, with all her love.

In her letters she had written to him about her life now. And that Andrew had invited her to go out a few times…

Charles had ignored all this, but he knew now. And now his life got just out of his hands.

The more he tried to find hold on the shabby chair, the more he had the feeling to glide down, to lose his grip, it was as he would fall to pieces. He had no power, no energy…Everything around him seemed so grey, pale and totally unimportant. His days in the sun were gone. He sunk down more to the depth of the sea.

And slowly, or better finally, a huge lump built up in his throat. He got a huge pressure in his head, his eyes were blurry and he felt dizzy.

Gasping for air again like a fish out of the water he crawled over to the single small shelf in the cabin. He couldn´t walk, his knees were jelly, he just felt too weak.

He had to see her face! He had to see her eyes to stay alive, no matter if it would kill him now! At least the pain would be over then…

On all four legs he fished out her framed picture out of the shelf and steadied on the bed again. She smiled to him brightly, open and full of love. Her eyes sparkled as ever and had this mischievous touch that he loved sooo much!

Both of his hands clawed into the frame, he started to shaking heavily again, his face blushed and he contorted his face in his heart pain. Oh, how much he loved her! And how much he missed her!

He could feel a single tear running down his cheek, but he still couldn´t cry. Out of his mouth just came scary sounds, but his throat still felt constricted. The lump in it grew and grew, but it just couldn´t lose.

Hastily he jerked out the box under his bed and tossed away the lid. He grabbed out a few of her letters and just stared at her handwriting. He wasn´t able to reread them anyway, his brain wouldn´t understand one of her words now.

But what he still could recognize, was her last sentence at the end of each letter: “Love you forever, darling”.

Charles started to sob now. Yes, it was true. He just knew that it was true. She loved him, deeply. But this let the pain just grow. To know that she still loved him, but would marry another man. This thought stabbed him the next red-hot knife into his bleeding heart wound.

He tossed back the letters into the box and grabbed out a few of the photographs.

With a grimacing face in his pain he still managed to smile in wonderful memories by watching the photos. But he didn´t realise that meanwhile his cheeks were full of tears, that slowly his body was ready to let it all out.

He watched at them both sitting on the sofa in her parent´s house arm in arm, Camilla doing some breakfast in her flat wearing one of his shirts, Camilla wrapped in a thick shawl and a quilted jacket in the woods around Birkhall, the both of them in swimwear during their holidays in Greece…on all of this photos she looked so happy, relaxed and in love with him.

And now Camilla naked…he bit on his lips and snorted through his teary nose. He loved this photo so much. He had needed some time to convince her of doing the picture. But he promised her that nobody beside the developer of the photo would ever see it.

She leaned on one side in his bed in Buckingham Palace, her arms crossed over her stomach and her legs angled. He could watch a glimpse of the cute triangle between her legs and her full breasts almost stared at him in perfection. She lightly smiled into the camera with a shy expression, but her eyes were full of trust in him.

And finally it hit him like a hammer now. He would never ever again kiss her as her lover, he would never ever again have her in his arms, he would never ever again caress every part of her body and make love to her, he even would never ever again say to her: “I love you.”

But he needed this so much! He needed her so very much! He couldn´t stay alive without her! Losing her had tear a huge hole into him, nobody would ever be able to fill it out again! Nobody would ever fill this emptiness! And nobody would ever love him as she did: entirely, unassuming, candid, just taking him the way he was.

And he would never love someone else so deeply again. He had given her all his heart, there hardly was space for someone else. He just knew it. And he decided it. Certain and irretrievable.

Gently his fingers traced along the outline of her naked body on the photo. As he reached her face, he bent down to kiss her. And as he sobbed: “I love you!” he just gave up. Everything inside him gave up. He just broke down.

Hot, salty tears run down his face in a large, unending flow. He just now was able to dry her photo before he would destroy it with his tears.

And then he just dunk down on his bed. Powerless, broken, exhausted. He just cried, cried and cried. He made forlorn sounds, he sobbed heavily and breathed for air. He desperately turned around and doubled up again. But there was no relief. The place where his heart was, ached more and more, so much that he wasn´t able to move now. Stock-still he laid on his back and cried now without realising it any longer.

But something was clear to him now.

She just couldn´t wait for him. There simply was no chance. He never would able to marry before his training had ended. And only God knows, when it would be. Maybe in three years, maybe five, maybe ten years…

She needed a home. Now. She just couldn´t live in her girls flat any longer. She wasn´t eighteen any more. She needed someone who would care for her. Reliable. She needed something real. Not something she could hope for in the far future. And what wasn´t safe anyway… He was still half-baked. Andrew was not. She needed everything he just couldn´t give her now. Beside his love. She just needed the things Andrew would give her now.

Charles knew, this was just the beginning. He would feel her loss more and more day by day. Maybe the pain would never end. Maybe he would feel empty the rest of his life. He didn´t know. He didn´t know anything now. And he didn´t care. He couldn´t care for anything.

Watching into nowhere he cried all of the tears he had for this day, not as desperate as before, just constantly and quiet. He had placed his hand on her photo and slowly he glided into a dark, dreamless sleep. Not for resting, not for recovering. His body just switched out to stay alive.

But what he didn´t know and didn´t feel this day, it was the very little part in him that would hope and fight for her. The little part that would grow day by day ,against all odds, and never would give up.

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Agathario coded moment from pre-school:

I have 2 chaos girls. They spend their days applying felt tip pens as make up, mixing sunscreen into other children’s water bottles and call each other daddy/mummy. I love them to pieces.

Today I went out on a trip with one of them (for obvious reasons they have to go on outings separately). We returned to pre-school to find the bathroom had been flooded. (This is a favourite pastime of pre-school children. You can partake in bathroom flooding by using paper hand towels as plugs and turning all the taps on and then walking out of the bathroom). It was cleared up but the floor was still visibly wet and had the caution wet floor sign. I just knew it was the work of “mummy”.

“Daddy” was last to finish changing her shoes back after the outing and came into the bathroom to wash her hands. Everyone else was at gather time. “Daddy” commented on the flood. I expressed teacherly disappointment. I turn around to check the cloakroom is tidy and all the shoes are in their places. I come back and “Daddy” is skipping out of the bathroom, heading over to interrupt gather time.

I hear she has left the tap on and then see she also plugged the sink with paper hand towels. It was like her chaos friend had missed her while she was on the day out and had left her calling card by flooding the bathroom and she has responded in kind, as if saying, “I got your message and I missed you too.”

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Maximise Functionality with a Bathroom Toilet and Sink Unit

Designing a practical and stylish bathroom requires a careful balance of aesthetics and functionality. One of the best ways to achieve this is by investing in a bathroom toilet and sink unit. At Simply Bathroom Furniture, we offer a range of high-quality combination units that save space while adding a modern touch to your bathroom. Whether you’re upgrading a compact en-suite or redesigning a main family bathroom, our toilet and sink units are the perfect solution.

What is a Bathroom Toilet and Sink Unit?

A bathroom toilet and sink unit is a combined piece of furniture that houses both the toilet and basin in a single, streamlined unit. These units are designed to save space while offering a cohesive and clutter-free look. Typically, the sink is integrated into a vanity cabinet that sits next to the WC unit, often sharing a single countertop. This setup is ideal for smaller bathrooms where separate fixtures may not fit easily.

Benefits of Choosing a Toilet and Sink Combination Unit

1. Space-Saving Design

One of the biggest advantages of a combination unit is how efficiently it uses space. By combining two essential fixtures into one compact design, you free up floor area and make the bathroom feel more open. This is especially useful in narrow bathrooms, cloakrooms, and en-suites where space is limited.

2. Sleek, Modern Look

A bathroom toilet and sink unit provides a clean, minimalist appearance that suits modern interiors. With concealed cisterns and integrated basins, the overall effect is tidy and seamless. Available in a variety of colours and finishes, our units can easily match your existing decor.

3. Built-In Storage

Many of our sink and toilet units come with vanity cabinets that provide hidden storage for toiletries, cleaning supplies, and other bathroom essentials. This helps keep countertops free from clutter, enhancing both the appearance and functionality of your bathroom.

4. Easy to Maintain

Since the unit integrates the toilet and sink, there are fewer nooks and crannies for dirt and dust to collect. This makes cleaning much easier. Our units are also made from durable, moisture-resistant materials designed to withstand the humid conditions of a bathroom environment.

Choosing the Right Unit for Your Bathroom

When shopping for a bathroom toilet and sink unit, it’s important to consider the size of your bathroom and your preferred layout. Think about whether you want the sink on the left or right side of the toilet, the type of finish that best complements your decor, and the amount of storage you need.

At Simply Bathroom Furniture, we offer a wide range of configurations, including:

Left-hand and right-hand sink placement

Back-to-wall or wall-hung toilets

Gloss, matte, or woodgrain finishes

Units with soft-close drawers and cupboards

Each product is carefully crafted for easy installation and long-lasting durability.

Why Choose Simply Bathroom Furniture?

We understand that every bathroom is unique, which is why our collection of bathroom toilet and sink units offers something for every taste and budget. From compact units ideal for small spaces to luxurious designs for larger bathrooms, our range delivers on style, quality, and convenience.

When you shop with Simply Bathroom Furniture, you benefit from:

A wide selection of modern, space-saving units

Affordable prices and regular promotions

Fast and reliable UK-wide delivery

Helpful customer support and buying guides

Durable, moisture-resistant furniture made to last

Final Thoughts

If you’re looking for a way to maximise space while maintaining style, a bathroom toilet and sink unit is the perfect solution. Combining two essential elements in one sleek design, these units are practical, attractive, and ideal for modern living.

Explore our full range today at Simply Bathroom Furniture and find the perfect unit to suit your space and style. Let us help you create a bathroom that works smarter and looks better.

[ceciliannewithane]

Chapter 5

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A/N : This chapter will not exactly follow what actually happened. Most things will follow though. Enjoy!

As the afternoon sun hung lazily in the sky, casting golden beams across the school grounds, Belle found her nerves fraying with every ticking minute. Lunch had long passed, but the sinking feeling in her stomach only deepened as the moment she dreaded loomed closer. Try as she might, she couldn't shake the unease. She kept repeating in her mind that everything would be okay, that she could handle it—but the words rang hollow.

Then came the sound that made her heart drop like a stone. CLANG. Moody Spurgeon rang the bell.

It echoed through the halls like a summons—one that brought no comfort, only a cold knot of anxiety. That was the signal. The moment was here. The game was about to begin.

Belle had always imagined her first kiss would be something magical, something out of a storybook—beneath cherry blossoms in spring, or gently drifting on a lake boat at sunset. Certainly not in the dusty cloakroom of a rural schoolhouse surrounded by giggling classmates and muddy boots. The idea of her lips meeting someone else's for a silly game, a joke, a dare—it felt wrong. She wanted to run, but she had no excuse. Jane had been right there when she told Mrs. Andrews she'd be late getting home.

With Mr. Philips finally gone, the class tiptoed into the cloakroom, careful and hushed like conspirators. Prissy quietly slipped away to study for her Queen's exams, avoiding the awkwardness altogether. She had no intention of playing a game like that with boys who were, in some cases, years younger. Belle almost envied her.

As soon as the coast was clear, Josie stood in the center, directing everyone into a neat circle on the creaky wooden floor.

"Jane, move next to your stupid brother," Josie barked, eyes sharp, ensuring the circle alternated boy-girl-boy-girl. Belle could tell she was in full control, savoring the power.

"Where would that leave Cole?" Billy jeered, clearly aiming for a laugh. His tone made Belle cringe.

She glanced at Cole, who sat quietly, eyes averted. He hadn't done anything to deserve that jab. In Belle's eyes, Cole was just another quiet soul caught in Billy's crossfire. Josie leaned toward Cole and whispered something kind, trying to smooth it over, but he only offered a chilly shrug in response.

The game began abruptly. Diana took the first turn, hesitantly spinning the bottle across the floor. The glass whirled and clinked as everyone fell silent, watching with wide eyes. It slowed. Stopped.

Moody Spurgeon.

The pair stood up, exchanging bashful glances. With stiff awkwardness, they leaned in and kissed—a brief, polite peck on the lips. The class exploded into laughter and applause, a few boys slapping Moody on the back like he'd just won a prize. Diana's cheeks burned red as she sat back down. Anne gave her a warm smile, trying to offer support, but quickly looked away.

"Okay, now it's Anne's turn," Josie announced with a smirk.

Belle narrowed her eyes. Josie was up to something.

"No way, I'm out," Billy laughed cruelly. "No way I'm kissing that dog."

The laughter was immediate and harsh. Even though Belle wasn't especially fond of Anne, she winced. No one deserved to be humiliated like that. The boys chimed in, one after another, declaring they were out—except for Cole, who sat still and silent. Josie sighed and moved on, clearly annoyed that the game had temporarily derailed.

Then it happened. The bottle was spun again, and all heads turned toward Belle. Her heart thudded so loud she was sure everyone could hear it.

Every boy rejoined the circle almost instantly.

It was obvious. Even if Belle denied it to herself, the truth was known to everyone—she was beautiful. Long, silky brunette hair, warm brown eyes, a soft presence that made others gravitate toward her. Some would say only Josie could rival her.

Belle hesitated, then reached out and gave the bottle a gentle spin. Time slowed. The bottle twirled, light glinting off its sides, then finally came to a halt.

Billy.

A hush fell over the room. Billy stood, brushing the dust off his trousers, and walked toward Belle with a strange softness in his gaze. He extended a hand. Everyone gasped.

He was being... a gentleman?

Belle felt a rush of heat in her cheeks as her fingers met his. His hand was warm, unexpectedly comforting. She wondered—just briefly—if he felt that spark too. Her hair fell over her shoulder as she stood, and for a moment, everything else faded.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered, eyes locked with hers.

She nodded.

Their lips met. It was brief, soft, and strangely sweet—mint tinged the air between them. As they pulled apart, the room erupted with cheers, whoops, and giggles. Anne sulked in the corner, ignored. Josie and Jane beamed, throwing her excited thumbs-up.

For a moment, Belle felt weightless, like a feather caught in a breeze. But the moment crumbled.

The bet.

How could she forget?

Her mind spun back to the whispers she'd overheard. Billy and his friends, smug, laughing, daring each other. The wager. She felt a wave of nausea. She'd fallen right into it.

The rest of the game was a blur. She no longer cared who kissed whom. Her thoughts were clouded by the warmth of his hand and the betrayal hiding behind it.

When it was finally over, and the circle disbanded, Belle made herself a silent promise—she would never think about Billy again. He was nothing more than a mean-spirited bully. A "meanie jerk face." And Belle? She was kind. She was better than this. Still... weren't people always saying opposites attract?

Jane rushed over, giddy and breathless. "I knew it! You and Billy are perfect for each other!"

Belle quickly shushed her. Billy was still close by.

The two girls burst into giggles and dashed out of the school, arms linked and hearts racing. But halfway down the path, Belle stopped.

"Jane... I need to tell you something."

Jane turned, expression softening as Belle's eyes filled with tears.

"Billy made a bet," Belle whispered. "A bet that he could kiss me—not just from spin the bottle."

Jane's jaw dropped. Without hesitation, she threw her arms around Belle. "Of course he did something like that. Don't worry. I'll deal with him."

By the time they reached Belle's gate, Belle had calmed a little. She hugged Jane tightly and thanked her. Then, trying her best to look cheerful, she skipped up the garden path.

The door swung open, and her mother stood there, arms wide.

"My little sunflower, I missed you so much! How was Jane's?"

Belle melted into the embrace. "It was amazing. We had so much fun," she replied, voice muffled by her mother's blouse.

Her mother's scent—vanilla, sugar, and something floral—wrapped around her like a blanket. In the kitchen sat a towering red velvet cake, three tiers high with piped icing swirls along the edges.

"Yum! Mother, thank you! Can I take a few slices for my friends tomorrow?"

"Of course, sweetheart," her mother smiled, pleased by Belle's delight. "I'll call you down for dinner soon."

Belle raced upstairs. Her room still smelled faintly of lavender and new wood. Unpacking couldn't wait any longer. She opened the box on the floor—inside were her last few treasures. A gold clock. Some makeup. A few keepsakes.

She admired the soft glow of the sunrise through one window and the great oak tree outside the other. She decided to push her dresser and vanity over near the tree-facing window. It was hard work, but she managed.

She arranged her makeup neatly. Placed the clock on her bedside table. Her room was starting to feel like hers.

"Belle! Can you fetch your father from the study? It's time for dinner!"

Belle skipped downstairs, knocked lightly, then peeked inside.

"Father! Mother says it's dinnertime!"

He smiled warmly, setting his papers aside. "Good to see you, sweetheart."

Dinner was a comforting affair—roast beef, golden potatoes, vegetables glazed to perfection. The warmth of home dulled the sharp sting in her heart. And for now, that was enough.

After dinner, Belle made her way upstairs with her mother to prepare for bed. The warm aroma of roast beef and red velvet cake still lingered in the air, clinging to her nightgown like a cozy memory. Her mother's gentle hand rested on her back, guiding her up the creaking staircase while humming a soft lullaby under her breath—a tune Belle remembered from when she was a toddler.

Behind them, her father quietly retreated to his study. The click of the door shutting was soft, but final. Belle didn't ask what he was working on—she never did. Once, years ago, she had made the mistake of asking. The sharp rebuke and the tension that followed had taught her to leave the subject untouched. The study was his world, a place sealed by secrets and heavy books, and she had long since learned to respect its borders.

In her bedroom, the golden light from the oil lamp flickered softly, casting shadows on the floral wallpaper. Belle sat at the edge of her bed as her mother moved gracefully around her, retrieving the worn velvet pouch that held the curlers. Her mother always worked swiftly, her fingers nimble but careful, speaking in that quiet, soothing tone that somehow made the tugging feel less painful.

"I know it pulls a little, sweetheart. Almost done," her mother murmured, adjusting the final curler with practiced ease.

Belle winced slightly but said nothing. Her mother hated causing her pain, even accidentally. With a final twist and pin, she secured the last roller, then gently pressed a kiss to Belle's forehead—a ritual they never skipped.

"I love you, my sunflower. Sleep well," her mother whispered.

"Goodnight, Mama," Belle replied, her voice barely above a breath.

With a quiet click, the light was turned off, and the door closed behind her mother.

Belle lay beneath the covers, the coolness of the sheets brushing her arms. Moonlight spilled in through the window, casting a silver glow across her room. Outside, crickets chirped, and the breeze rustled the tree leaves like a lullaby for those who could sleep.

But Belle couldn't.

Her thoughts swirled like wind-tossed leaves, refusing to settle. She closed her eyes, but the darkness behind her lids only made the memory sharper—the kiss.

She had felt something.

There was no denying it now. As much as she wanted to stay angry with Billy, as much as she reminded herself of the cruel bet, she couldn't shake the way her stomach had fluttered when he'd touched her hand. It hadn't felt like a game. His hand had been warm, steady, and when their fingers met, something passed between them—something she couldn't name. A flicker, a spark, like the kind you read about in grown-up books or hear whispered about by older girls.

Did he feel it too?

She turned over in bed, staring at the golden clock on her bedside table. The ticking sounded louder in the stillness of the night. Each second reminded her of how little she understood what had just begun. She didn't even like Billy. He was rude, impulsive, and mean—especially to Cole and Anne. But for that moment, when he had whispered, "Can I kiss you?" he had been someone else. Someone gentle. Real.

And it terrified her.

She curled up tighter under her blankets, trying to shut it all out. But it kept playing over and over in her mind—the way he looked at her, the feel of his breath before the kiss, the cheers afterward, the ache in her chest when she remembered the reason why he did it.

She wasn't sure if she hated him or if she hated herself more for wondering what would've happened if the kiss hadn't been part of a bet.

Eventually, the moon drifted across the sky, and Belle finally began to doze. Her last thought before sleep took her was of the tree outside her window—the one she had moved her vanity next to. Its branches swayed gently, almost like it was waving to her.

Maybe tomorrow will be better, she told herself, clinging to the thought like a lifeline. Maybe everything will make sense.

And with that, Belle slipped into a restless sleep filled with dreams of red velvet cake, silver spinning bottles, and eyes that weren't supposed to make her heart flutter.

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Maximize Functionality and Style with Bathroom Sink Cabinets

In modern home design, it’s not just about how your bathroom looks — it’s also about how well it works for your daily routine. That’s why bathroom sink cabinets have become an essential addition to bathrooms of all sizes. These multi-functional pieces combine a basin and storage in one unit, offering a space-saving solution without compromising on design or practicality.

Whether you’re updating a family bathroom, en-suite, or guest cloakroom, the right bathroom sink cabinet can transform your space, making it tidier, more functional, and visually appealing.

What Are Bathroom Sink Cabinets?

Bathroom sink cabinets, often referred to as vanity units, are pieces of furniture that incorporate a washbasin on top with storage space underneath. This smart design hides plumbing fixtures and provides valuable room for storing toiletries, towels, and cleaning supplies — helping to reduce clutter and keep the bathroom organized.

These cabinets are available in a wide range of sizes, styles, and finishes, making them suitable for contemporary, minimalist, rustic, or traditional interiors.

Why Choose Bathroom Sink Cabinets?

1. Efficient Use of Space For smaller bathrooms or cloakrooms, space is always at a premium. Bathroom sink cabinets provide a compact solution by combining the sink and storage into one streamlined unit.

2. Improved Organization Say goodbye to messy countertops. With bathroom sink cabinets, you can store all your essentials out of sight, creating a more serene and spa-like environment.

3. Aesthetic Versatility These cabinets come in a range of materials and designs, from modern gloss finishes to woodgrain textures, allowing you to match your bathroom’s overall décor perfectly.

4. Concealed Plumbing No one wants exposed pipes disrupting their bathroom’s clean look. Bathroom sink cabinets neatly conceal plumbing and drainage for a tidy, polished finish.

Popular Types of Bathroom Sink Cabinets

Wall-Hung Vanity Units Ideal for modern bathrooms, these floating cabinets create the illusion of more floor space while making cleaning easier. They’re particularly suited to smaller bathrooms where openness is key.

Freestanding Sink Cabinets Traditional in style and simple to install, these units stand on the floor and are available in a variety of widths and depths, making them a versatile choice for different bathroom layouts.

Corner Sink Cabinets Designed to fit snugly into unused corners, these are excellent for awkwardly shaped rooms or compact bathrooms where standard furniture won’t fit.

Double Sink Cabinets Perfect for larger households, these allow two people to use the sink simultaneously and offer ample storage for shared bathrooms.

Choosing the Right Bathroom Sink Cabinet

When selecting your cabinet, consider both the size of your space and your storage needs. Measure your bathroom carefully, taking into account door swing, floor layout, and existing plumbing connections.

Material is also key — opt for moisture-resistant MDF, plywood, or treated solid wood to ensure longevity in a humid environment. Finishes like gloss lacquer, matte paint, or natural wood grain are popular choices depending on your style preferences.

For those looking to make a statement, go bold with coloured cabinets in navy, forest green, or matte black. Or choose light hues like white, grey, or oak to keep the space feeling airy and fresh.

Current Trends in Bathroom Sink Cabinets

British homes are embracing minimalist design with sleek, handleless cabinets and soft-close drawers. Floating vanities with integrated basins and under-cabinet lighting are also gaining popularity. Eco-conscious homeowners are turning to sustainable materials and water-saving features to create environmentally friendly bathrooms.

Technology is entering the bathroom too. Smart features like LED mirrors, touchless faucets, and USB-charging drawers are being integrated into sink cabinet designs for added convenience.

Final Thoughts

Adding a bathroom sink cabinet is a practical and stylish way to enhance your bathroom’s functionality while maintaining a clean and cohesive design. Whether you're upgrading a full-size bathroom or designing a compact cloakroom, these cabinets offer a perfect blend of form and function.

From sleek modern units to classic freestanding options, bathroom sink cabinets help you create a space that’s organized, elegant, and tailored to your needs. Upgrade your bathroom today and enjoy a tidier, more beautiful space every day.

[domenicbathroomware]

Decorate Your Bathroom Space with a Premium Wall Hung Vanity

A modern minimalist floating vanity is a somewhat common concept in bathroom design. These designs usually come in neutral shades, with simple lines and elegant finishes. A basic white or light wall hung vanity can help your bathroom seem like a spa getaway. Match it with a big mirror to accentuate the light and openness sensation. So, keep scrolling this blog to know more about it.

Wall-Hung Bathroom Vanity Units Have Several Advantages

They are thus ideal for tiny or big bathrooms or cloakrooms as they may be put in closer areas. You can make good use of the space without sacrificing the area to a notable degree.

●      Gives a Modern, Sleek Appearance

The modern, sleek style a wall hung vanity offers are among its most important benefits. Mounting the vanity off the floor produces neat, continuous lines that accentuate a contemporary and simple design. Especially in smaller areas, this design decision may help your bathroom seem less crowded and more open.

Simplified designs with integrated sinks, drawers, and basic finishes—all of which help to create a polished, contemporary look—often define floating vanities. A floating vanity may be the ideal focal point whether your goal is for a totally modern bathroom or you want to add a contemporary touch to a more classic area.

One of the most sensible advantages of a wall hung vanity is that it boosts floor space, therefore enhancing the openness and size of your bathroom. Small bathrooms or powder rooms, where every square inch counts, particularly depend on this. Maintaining a clean floor helps a floating vanity to provide the appearance of greater space, therefore enhancing the comfort and welcoming nature of even the smallest bathroom.

●      Gives Flexible Design Choices

With a variety of designs, materials, and finishes, floating vanities provide you with the ability to change the appearance of your bathroom to fit your taste. There is a floating vanity to suit your ideas, whether your ideal wood finishes for a warm, natural feel or a high-gloss lacquer for a sleek, contemporary atmosphere.

Among the many setups, you may also pick single or double sinks, several drawers, and open shelves. This adaptability lets you create a vanity that satisfies your storage demands as well as the look of your bathroom. So buy a premium quality vanity from Domenic Bathroom Ware.

●      Sharpens Maintenance and Cleanliness

A floating vanity also has a practical benefit in that it facilitates bathroom cleaning. Easily sweep or mop beneath the vanity lifted off the floor to guarantee that dust and filth do not gather in difficult-to-reach areas. This not only keeps your bathroom tidy but also cuts the upkeep time and effort needed.

●      Encourages Weight and Cover-Ups Waterworks

Ensuring that a floating vanity is correctly supported and that the plumbing is efficiently hidden is one of the pragmatic issues when installing. This method supports the weight of the vanity itself as well as improves its contemporary, clean appearance.

We make sure the vanity stays firmly installed and does not tilt or move over time—even if someone leans on it—by building a strong, reinforced foundation behind it. Maintaining the long-term stability and safety of your wall hung vanity depends on this extra help, which also provides peace of mind, knowing it will last.

●      Improve Lighting and Ambiance

The area under a floating vanity has a special chance to improve the general lighting in your bathroom. Underlying the vanity with LED strip lights will provide a subtle, ambient glow that accentuates the room's warmth and refinement. For nighttimes usage especially, this kind of lighting is rather efficient as it gives enough illumination to traverse the area without the need for strong overhead lights.

●      Works with Any Bathroom Dimensions

Floating vanities function just as well in bigger areas; they are not confined to tiny bathrooms. Particularly when combined with other contemporary design features like large-format tiles or a frameless shower enclosure, a floating vanity may provide a striking focal point in a big bathroom. For a master unsuited, a longer floating vanity with two sinks provides both flair and utility.

●      Fitted at a Height Fit for You

Usually, floor-mounted vanity units from Domenic BathroomWareor even pedestal sinks are positioned exactly where the unit or pedestal already stands. Your height will determine whether you have to stoop down or use a step to access the basin, which might be awkward or painful.

You may fix the wall-hung vanity unit to your preferred height whether tall or short, therefore enhancing your comfort while using the basin or unit as required.

Conclusion

From improving floor space to enhancing upkeep, a wall hung vanity from Domenic Bathroom Ware has several advantages, including a contemporary, sleek appearance. Whether you're decorating a little powder room or a large main bathroom, a floating vanity may be a chic and useful accent that improves the general look and use of the area.

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How to Renovate a Bathroom

You Deserve a Top-Notch Bathroom: Your Guide to a Smooth Bathroom Renovation

It’s undeniable – a new bathroom can encapsulate the epitome of luxury. However, the process of renovating? Well, that’s not quite so glamourous.

Even the most compact cloakroom can bring about significant renovation costs, especially if there are alterations to the floorplan or plumbing. It’s no wonder many people are still living with pastel-hued relics from the 1950s or textured nightmares from the 1980s.

Starting Points

Our designers and renovation experts, our sister company Dependon Limited consistently emphasise the significance of understanding your budget before commencing any makeover project. Have a realistic budget in mind. Attempting to remodel a full bathroom without one is a disaster in the making.

Just as we advised in the past, before demolishing walls or ordering bespoke fixtures, contemplate how your bathroom will be utilised. The size and primary use will heavily influence its design.

Consider how you currently use your bathroom, and how a renovation can improve that. Create both a ‘priority’ wish list and a ‘dream’ wish list. From practical considerations like storage and space, to aspirational elements such as a walk-in shower, the design should be both beautiful and functional.

Set Your Scope

Once you’ve identified your wants and needs, it’s time to devise a plan. Not all changes need to be dramatic; sometimes, minor adjustments like a new coat of paint, art pieces, or lighting fixtures can dramatically improve a space. That’s when it’s beneficial to have a professional on board.

Nobody can envision what a finished bathroom will look like better than a professional designer, this not only clarifies your vision but also allows builders and trades to provide a complete, itemised quote based on the design, preventing unexpected changes and costs.

Decisions such as knocking down walls, reorganising plumbing, and changing flooring require a proficient team. Delays in these decisions will extend your renovation period. Our designers estimate a timeline between 4-12 weeks, depending on decision-making speed and product availability.

Bathroom renovation timelines are project-specific. They can take anywhere from four to eight weeks after finalising the design, ordering finishes, fixtures, and accessories, depending on sourcing locations and customisations.

Lay It Out

With your budget and scope settled, it’s time to find the optimal layout for your space. Maximising the use of your space is crucial, so it’s essential to understand what works and what doesn’t in your current bathroom. Once you make a plan, it’s advisable to stick to it.

Try to visualise the finished bathroom. A lack of planning could result in custom orders, delaying the project. Always have a solid plan. If custom pieces are required, they can be ordered early to prevent project delays.

The Necessities

Every bathroom, no matter how eccentric, contains the same fundamental components, including:

Vanity: Consider the balance between aesthetic appeal and functionality. You might be seduced by a sleek design, but it’s crucial to remember everyday practicalities like storage and electrical outlets.

Sink and Shower Fixtures: They’re not just functional – they can add a touch of design flair to your bathroom.

Bathtubs: The centrepiece of many bathrooms, bathtubs come in various sizes, textures, and colours. Freestanding tubs have made a major comeback, with clawfoot and modern versions carved from a single block of marble or more budget-friendly porcelain or fibreglass alternatives.

Toilets: You might not have given much thought to toilet brands, but our designers can guide you to the best options.

Tile Time

The constant moisture and temperature changes in a bathroom can wreak havoc on wooden surfaces, so durable choices like marble, ceramic, or concrete tiles are your best bet. When selecting tiles, keep in mind that larger tiles can make a small bathroom appear more spacious and are less expensive to install.

Let There Be Light

Lighting is crucial in any bathroom. The right lighting placement ensures you always look your best. Our Senior Designer Sally Miller reminds us that “lighting plans need to be decided upfront while walls are open. The style of the fixture also determines the height at which the lighting should be placed, which is why decisions need to be made early.”

In conclusion, you deserve a bathroom that enhances your home’s aesthetics while serving its practical purpose, and we’re here to help. Our designers in Ascot and Basingstoke are dedicated to helping you create a bathroom that not only looks fabulous but functions beautifully as well

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Enhance Your Bathroom Space with Wall Hung Vanity Units

Wall hung vanity units are more than just a practical storage solution in modern bathrooms—they're a statement of style and functionality. At Bathroom Shop UK, we understand the importance of finding the perfect vanity unit that not only complements your bathroom's aesthetic but also maximizes space efficiency. Whether you're renovating a compact cloakroom or designing a luxurious en-suite, our extensive collection of wall hung vanity units caters to every need and preference.

Stylish and Modern Designs

Our range of wall hung vanity units showcases contemporary designs that blend seamlessly with any bathroom décor. From sleek, minimalist units to elegant designs with curved edges, you'll find options that elevate the visual appeal of your space while offering practical storage solutions.

Versatility and Functionality

Choose from a variety of configurations, including units with integrated basins for a cohesive look or those without basins for pairing with countertop sinks. Our units come in different sizes and colors, ensuring there's a perfect fit for every bathroom layout and design theme.

High-Quality Materials and Brands

We pride ourselves on offering vanity units crafted from premium materials that guarantee durability and longevity. Explore renowned brands like Burlington, Duravit, Eastbrook, and Tavistock among others, known for their craftsmanship and reliability in bathroom furniture.

Practical Features

Many of our wall hung vanity units include thoughtful features such as soft-close drawers and doors, adjustable shelves, and integrated towel rails or storage compartments. These additions not only enhance usability but also contribute to a clutter-free and organized bathroom environment.

Shopping Made Easy

At Bathroom Shop UK, we strive to make your shopping experience effortless and enjoyable. Browse our online store to discover the latest trends and best deals on wall hung vanity units. With detailed product descriptions, high-resolution images, and customer reviews, you can make informed decisions from the comfort of your home.

Transform Your Bathroom Today

Whether you're looking for a compact vanity unit for a small bathroom or a luxurious double-unit setup for a master bathroom, Bathroom Shop UK has the perfect solution. Explore our comprehensive collection of wall hung vanity units and find the ideal piece to enhance your bathroom's functionality and style. With our commitment to quality and customer satisfaction, your bathroom renovation journey begins here.

Visit Bathroom Shop UK today to explore our full range of wall hung vanity units and discover why we're a preferred choice for modern bathroom solutions in the UK. Let us help you create a bathroom space that combines elegance with practicality effortlessly. Email us at 01924267717 or email us at sales@bathroomshopuk.co.uk

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Flaunt Your Basin Tap Singapore for Bathroom

Much like the saying ‘the beauty lies in the details’, Basin Tap Singapore are an integral part of your bathroom and kitchen’s overall appeal. With the best option of bathroom tap sets and water taps, you can easily create your ideal look. The sleek chrome-finish basin tap can give them a modern minimalist look while antique-finish designer taps match your sanitary ware and also offer a royal look out of your normal bathroom.

Basin taps save energy and water is now available that benefit your house and the environment. Taps like kitchen sink taps and Mixer Taps easily manage and supply water from tubes to numerous sites of usage, like basin, kitchen, Jacuzzi, bathroom, and lavatory. A classic house has a complex plumbing network for the cold and hot water.

Various Types of Basins Taps in the Market

Pillar Faucet: A pillar tap is an older form of faucet. They are normally installed atop the basin and also feature separate cold as well as hot water supply taps. It is a type of draw-off faucet that has a vertical intake and an up tilted or horizontal open output.

Elbow Action Pillar Tap: Elbow Action Pillar Cock is also known as Basin Tap that is constructed of premium materials. It is use with a washbasin and available with an easy-to-use lever handle. This tap is manufactured using high-quality brass and is meant to last. They are known for their features like very lightweight (570 grams) and simple to install.

Automatic Sensor Basin Tap: Sensor taps are basically operated by an infrared beam that is generated by a sensor. It is often situated on the stem. When the hands are positioned in front of the beam then it breaks, causing water to pour. The water then runs for a limited amount of time before shutting down the tap automatically. When you pull your hands far from a tap then the infrared sensor can easily detect it and right away turns off the water.

Deck Mounted Pillar Tap: Deck mounted tap is secured to basins or bathtubs by holes drilled on the surfaces. They are indeed a typical style of tap & are typically more straightforward to set up than wall-mounted taps. Deck mount refers to a tap attached to the countertop rather than directly to the walls and the sink.

Wall Mounted Sink Faucet: Bathroom of houses and hotels would benefit from a Wall Mounted Sink Faucet. It is manufactured using brass and has an elegant appearance. Wall Mounted Sink Faucets are the best option for bathroom fixtures.

Enhance the look of bathroom of the houses and hotels with the offered Black rain shower Singapore. It will add a bit of style to any bathroom. This rain shower provides excellent value for cash, given their low price. It is manufactured using optimum-grade brass and has a glossy chrome appearance. Black rain showers are the best way to enhance the overall look of your restroom, en-suite, and cloakroom without spending so much money on a complete makeover. Black rain showers are essential fixtures that may alter the appearance as well as usefulness of your bathroom.

The innovative impression specified continues within the design of toilet as well as bidet. The flat seat and cover of Duravit toilet bowl, available with and without a soft-close system, is striking. Wall-mounted and free toilet bowel can also be combined with the shower toilet seat.

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Wall Hung Vanity Basins | Melbourne Bathroom

Taking up less floor space than a vanity basin, wall mounted wash basins are ideal for smaller bathroom settings such as cloakrooms, ensuites and powder rooms. Aside from the obvious space saving advantages, a wall hung basin can create a sleeker and more minimalist finish to your bathroom renovation design, especially when paired with a stunning bottle trap or shroud to hide the plumbing underneath.

A wall hung basin can also be fitted at a more comfortable height, negating the need to bend down or resort to standing on tiptoes. This makes them a great option for the elderly or those with mobility issues and may also help reduce the strain on the back when washing up.

Our comprehensive range of Wall Hung Vanity Basins offers a choice of designs, shapes and materials to suit any bathroom theme. From soft square architectural pieces, through to more organic forms and everything in between, you’re sure to find a design that suits your taste and aesthetic. They’re available in a wide variety of widths too, from small powder room sinks through to focal point, attention stealing designs in sizes up to 1200mm.

Installation of a wall hung basin is fairly straightforward, but we recommend you consult an experienced plumber, especially if you’re moving pipes or installing concealed piping. To start, mark a line on your wall at the desired basin position – using'measurement 1' as the reference and a spirit level to ensure it’s straight. Next, measure down from the water supply and mark the location of your basin fixing holes – these will be marked'measurement 2'.

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She almost hated just how much relief filled her body knowing that he hadn't slept with someone else the night before he kissed her and it really took all of her control not to visibly sag with her relief. She knew he wouldn't lie to her, he had no reason to, but her trust in her best friend had never wavered, even in the worst of their times. But she also trusted her sister and Mari had said they looked close and even though he was free to do whatever he wanted, the idea of him kissing her after flirting with other people still made her feel slightly nauseous.

"Cool." Her voice was quiet and for a second, she got lost in her head. Before they had kissed in the storm, her relationship with Marco had felt so much easier. As hard as it had been to keep her feelings a secret, at least she had known where they stood. They were best friends. But now, it felt like everything had changed, when nothing much actually had.

"What are you doing?" She looked up at him as she felt him close the distance between them but before she could say anything else, his lips were on hers again. For a few seconds, her mind was completely blank with just how perfect and right it felt to kiss him. The fireworks exploded in her stomach and it was complete instinct that had her body moulding to his and one hand winding around the back of his neck. It was almost too easy to sink into the kiss but as her lips parted, everything changed. Gone was the blankness of her mind and instead, she saw him laughing with Kira at the masquerade, her feeding him dessert. She saw him kissing other people, she saw him in a church, marrying someone who wasn't her.

Shaking her head, Cali stepped back and pulled away from the kiss. As she looked at him, her fingertips gently touched her lips and as much as she tried to hold them back, she could feel the tears starting to prick at her eyes. "I can't do this." Shaking her head again, she quickly reached for her bag on the counter. "I can't just be someone you kiss when you're not with someone else. I can't be your second best. Don't.. Don't do that to me." As a few other people stepped into the cloakroom, Cali used the distraction to take one more look at him before slipping out of the door. Within seconds, she was in a taxi and on her way home, the tears finally beginning to fall down her cheeks.

He bit his lips to keep from laughing at her comment about being small. Leave it to Cali to come up with the most ridiculous of excuses. But the laugh was practically wiped right off his face at her insinuation that he could have come find her.

She had a point. Marco had been too scared to make more than a few pathetic attempts at catching her. Letting out a sigh, he held up his hands in a show of guilt. "Okay, you're right. I coulda just come over." But it had almost been a relief, those times she had dodged him, because then he wasn't forced to finally confront whatever this was. Hadn't been forced to tip things over the ledge, one way or the other, by finally voicing his feelings for her.

His brows furrowed, and he tilted his head to the side in confusion, trying to piece together who she was talking about. Then, understanding dawned on him. She was referencing Kira. Of course. And while, yes, Kira was undeniably gorgeous, Marco had been far too head over heels in love with Cali to ever consider Kira as anything more than a friend.

Shaking his head with a soft chuckle, he murmured a breathless, "We caught an Uber to our separate homes together, but that was it. I didn't sleep with Kira nor is she waiting on me tonight."

Relief surged through him as the misunderstanding between them unraveled. The weight he'd felt moments ago lifted, replaced by a warmth he couldn’t contain. Without thinking, Marco closed the distance between them, eyes flitting down to her lips before meeting her gaze and then finally leaning down to capture her lips with his, a physical expression of his inability to keep his feelings for her to himself anymore.