#squirtle line

[s-nnoh]

[greens-multiverse]

Friends, fellow-fandomers, random tumblrite passers-by, I have completed my first nuzlocke!

Yes, despite being in the fandom for just over a decade now, and hanging out in exactly the kind of places you tend to find nuzlockers, I'd somehow never completed the challenge before. I had planned to, I'd even given it a try - I've had a way-too-ambitious idea for a series taking up space in the back of my head for far too long - and I rapidly came to the conclusion that before I went all in on a long series of pseudo-hardcore, gift-and-trade-pokémon-only, fully-written-out nuzlockes, I should probably get myself used to the challenge with something simpler first. So for now I'm playing through the games I skipped past during my catchup playthroughs ten years ago (Yellow, Crystal, Sapphire, and Pearl) with the basic nuzlocke rules and a few personal additions:

Dupes clause - except it only applies to the specific pokémon I encounter, not their entire evolutionary line. If it has a ball next to its name, I can't catch it!

The run's not over until I've beaten everyone I can without connecting to another game or entering a battle facility, postgame trainers and legendaries included.

Before I start each game, I make a list of the lowest-levelled pokémon of each gym leader, the champion, and any really important postgame trainers (I call that last part the 'Red clause.') Aside from that, and a list of when wild pokémon learn exploding moves I made a while ago, I'm not allowed to look anything up!

With those rules in mind, after... way too long honestly my habit of playing a dozen pokémon games at once obviously had nothing to do with it I've finally finished Yellow! The challenge wasn't as hard for me as I know it's been for some people, I made it out with 51 pokémon caught and six deaths, three of which really hurt. I've been through Kanto enough times there weren't any big surprises, though seeing the little changes made to the region was always fun. With that, it's time to put on the RBY Hall of Fame music, and introduce you all to the boys!

MNS, short for Massive Nidoking Superiority, caught as a Nidoran♂ on Route 22. His original nickname was Pachy, but I changed it to MNS after I got into the habit of writing 'massive nidoking superiority' in my journal whenever he came in clutch. He proved to be quite versatile with the power to back it up, especially in mid-game, and while later on he got a little outclassed by the more specialist members of the party, when they needed to step out of a fight he was always there to jump in and clean up.

Ogrei-T, initially just Ogrei, caught as a spearow on Route 3. Out of all the pokémon I could have gotten on that route, a spearow was easily the least interesting, so I thought 'oh great,' named him Ogrei, and threw him in a box as soon as I caught something with better type coverage. There he stayed until Rock Tunnel, when the pokémon I was planning to make my flyer, Evenstar the charmeleon, got blown up by a graveler after a mistimed dig. He was the best option I had to replace her, so I pulled him out, and when I discovered he really was pretty great I added a T to the end of his name. He was very good at what he did, and that thing was using drill peck on bugs, plants, and muscly dudes. For a pokémon I expected to fill up space in my boxes the whole game, he acquitted himself really well.

Trevor, alias Trevs, alias the gift bulbasaur from Cerulean City. Him and Dest fulfilled pretty much the same role on the battlefield, taking out ground and rock types, tanking explosions, performing HM duties (though Trevs had cut instead of surf.) Dest was a bit better at those jobs by the end, but they never lost that bash-brother synergy, and I could always rely on both of them to protect the rest of the boys... until, in Cerulean Cave, I suddenly couldn't. I sent Trevor out against a graveler when he was around half health, and it crit explosion. The only member of my final team who didn't make it to the end of the run, I left his spot in the party open as a memorial - for him, and for everyone else we'd lost.

Guildern, caught as an abra on Route 6. I hate to say it, but while all the boys are great, Guildern was certainly the least... versatile. He could rain psychic death on our opponents, no problem, but thanks to a paucity of TMs he could learn, that was the only thing he could do, and since I didn't realise that until I'd overwritten psybeam with psychic, he could only do it ten times before he ran out of PP. Still, he was very, very good at his one trick, and though he didn't see as much battle as the others, when I needed something psychic'ed, he did a great job of it.

Dest-da-best, the gift squirtle from Vermilion City. My initial plan for my team was to build it around the Starters Three, and Dest was the only one of them to make it to the very end of the run. He was an amazing surfer, brilliant at bomb disposal, could take out anything weak to water or ice in, like, two hits max, and had enough bulk to overwhelm basically anything else. The blastoise line has always been my favourite of the Kanto starters, and Dest did his kinsfolk proud, time and time again. If I had to pick a run MVP, it'd be him, if only for all those explosions he tanked during grinding.

And finally, Halcha, formerly the eevee from Celadon City, who's not actually a boy but is nevertheless one of the boys. I wanted to beat the game with my starter pikachu, of course, but Jumps got multi-hit-crit to death on the routes north of Cerulean, and I figured my best back-up option was a jolteon - with pin missile, possibly the best anti-psychic build in Gen 1. Halcha did okay at that, but they were much better at electrocuting things, and though they weren't great at taking hits, half the time they zapped the other guy out of the way too fast for it to matter. In the deepest depths of Cerulean Cave, I fed them seven rare candies and set them on Mewtwo - and they actually did pretty well, handily outspeeding, paralysing, and whittling them down with thunderbolts. After everything I've heard about RBY Mewtwo, I'm taking this as proof that Halcha is something special.

This team didn't fully solidify until we picked up Halcha and Celadon, and it'd be wrong of me not to shout out a couple of mon who helped out a lot in getting to that point - Bert the butterfree, caught as a metapod in Viridian Forest, who handily took out Brock, and Sarno the dugtrio, caught as a diglett in Diglett's Cave, who dealt with Surge and filled Evenstar's spot on the team from her death until Halcha joined the party. There were several more pokémon who filled various spots on the team before the boys were assembled, but these two certainly did the most. Thanks, guys.

And, of course, it wouldn't be a nuzlocke writeup without a moment to honour the fallen. I've already mentioned Jumps the pikachu (Pallet Town to Route 25, levels 5-16, some asshole spearow got five critical fury attacks), Evenstar the charmeleon (Route 24 (as a gift charmander) to Rock Tunnel, levels 10-25, missed a dig under an exploding geodude at the worst possible moment), and Trevor the venusaur (Cerulean City (as a gift bulbasaur) to Cerulean Cave, levels 10-60, switched into a graveler at half health and it got a crit explosion), but we also lost Buivel the rattata (Route 2 to Nugget Bridge, levels 3-14, I forgot Nidoran♀ have double kick in this game), Mars the pidgey (Route 1 to Nugget Bridge (again), levels 4-15, some asshole mankey landed a critical low kick), and Duke the geodude (Mt. Moon to Route 24, levels 11-17, got outsped by a random wild oddish and crit absorb'd.) I really wasn't expecting the routes north of Cerulean to be such a meat-grinder, damn.

But even with those sacrifices, we've won the league, defeated Team Rocket, and explored every corner of Kanto. It's time for the surviving boys to get their well-deserved retirement, and for me to move on to Pokémon Crystal, where I hear I'll even get to pick a starter! It might take me a while to complete my research there, but whenever that is, I guarantee you guys are gonna hear about it. See you then!

[corsolanite]

Squirtle X LINE

[hoshigray]

hoshi ………. im pregnant ………….

That's what happens when your breeding kink goes off the walls and dares me not to pull out

[lovelysticker]

Pokémon: Squirtle

[moeblob]

Demyx (my beloved)

[hadalzonee]

okay this one actually did stay a warmup

every touhou 002/200

[thexstitchpokedexproject]

#007. Squirtle

Squirtle's shell is not merely used for protection. The shell's rounded shape and the grooves on its surface help minimize resistance in water, enabling this Pokémon to swim at high speeds.

Colour and symbol charts can be found here.

A note on colours: in my experience, floss looks different irl than in online pattern makers. If you think a different colour will work better, go with your gut!

[tastycitrus]

kanna waiting for spirit's domain to come off of its 8 million year long cooldown

[calamitycons]

god i fucking hate working with line art it is never alive and it is always too thick or too thin and i can't handle it being one consistent width but i also can't work with thicker lines in the styles I was trying to emulate in the first place and WHY DO SO MANY PIXIV ARTIST'S WORKFLOWS REQUIRE LINE ART I WANNA MAKE SOMETHING AS COOL AS YOUR STUFF BUT WHEN I FOLLOW YOUR TUTORIALS AND FANBOX GUIDES I KEEP FALLING ON MY FACE WHEN IT COMES TO THE OUTLINES GOD DAMN IT

[carcassarkis]

Drawing Pokémon from memory (in numerical order!)

can you tell which Kanto starter is my favorite

[otiksimr]

Poorly drawn Squirtle line

[marshmellowtea]

fucking hell i miss our coffee shops and libraries so BAD

[kooyeux]

SQUIRTLE.

“If you were a pokèmon, you would be Squirtle.”

CW: squirting, overstimulation, pūssy eating, edging, fingering, clit play.

Boyfriend discovers that he can make you squirt and he becomes obsessed with it.

© KOOYEUX 2024.

When your boyfriend once discovered that you could squirt, he couldn’t get it out of his mind, finding himself thinking about it almost everyday.

Repeatedly trying to persuade you into doing it again but failing as you keep telling him how that time was absolutely embarrassing for you.

Yet, tonight Jungkook is between your squishy thighs, knuckles deep into your soaked cunt. Murmuring sweet nothings against your clit.

“So good, aren’t ya?”

He spits on your cunt, smearing it with the pad of his thumb between your folds. Lewd sounds of your soppy hole being screwed by his middle and ring fingers.

Whimpers and soft moans are the only sounds that pass past your lips, reaching his ears like god’s angel’s prayers. You’re preaching to him.

Jungkook’s goal of the night is to make you squirt, hard— all over his face. He won’t give up, atleast not until you’ll give it to him, nice and wet.

Tip of his tongue teasingly flickering on your clit, giving the stimulation needed for you to grab she sheets and roll your hips on his face. “Good girl, grind on my face like that..”

Jungkook’s voice would’ve sent you on the fine line of coming, if only he hadn’t removed his fingers from your pussy making you whine his name with pure annoyance.

You cover your flushed face, still twisted in a now fading pleasure expression, “Why would you do that?” gentle voice of yours scolding Jungkook’s evil actions.

“M’sorry baby,” He is not and you know. “Gonna make an angel like you feel good, mh?” He purs, displaying a sweet grin as he pierces your eyes with his.

“You deserve it.”

Jungkook dips his head back into your pussy, ready to taste you again. Flatting his long tongue before dragging it up to your bud, tightly wrapping it with his lips— sucking it and swiping around it.

“Kook, your fingers..please.” You gasp, tightly holding his hair. Feeling full as he gently and sloppily pumps two digits into you, obeying your need straight away.

The steady movements makes a hot pool linger in the pit of your stomach. Your cunt tightens around his fingers, sending him a warning of your coming orgasm.

Your cries are getting a little louder and thighs threaten to tightly close around Jungkook’s neck. “I know, I know baby. Hold it f’me..” He pleads, fingers curling up to your cervix.

“I, I can’t— too much!” He knows, coos at you and works in you faster which you respond to by creaming on his fingers and shrieking.

But Jungkook is not done, not even near it: the grip around your thigh feels more forceful as he violently keeps on abusing your cunt with all the power he can muster. He messily makes-out with your folds, never forgetting to give attention at your already molested clit.

Little hiccups get trapped in your throat as the feeling of another orgasm is chasing you, this time more and more intensely— almost sensing it rushing out of you.

And suddenly you snap, glisten juices covering Jungkook’s face as he stares up at you with a grin of a winner. His hair are stuck on his sweaty forehead, beaten lips and red cheeks; he swirls his tongue around the tip of his fingers, popping ’em inside his warm mouth.

Your insides flip, the sight in front of you is erotic. “Shit, think i’m gonna cum just by licking your juices..” Jungkook throws is head back, chuckling.

“Nasty.” You mumble, closing your legs. He hovers over you, leaving a sweet peck on your forehead. “Maybe, but you did very good, cumming so much for me—”

“If you were a pokèmon, you would be Squirtle.” Jungkook licks your lips, as you close your eyes.

“You and your stupid word game!”

do not plagiarize: if you enjoy my work limit yourself on re-blogging. do not copy, steal or translate.

— © KOOYEUX 2024.

[lovelysticker]

Pokémon: Squirtle

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Not A Verstappen: Lights Out {8}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: Your due date approaches but that’s not the only thing that’s been a long time coming Warnings: 18+ only, fluff WC: 2.7k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten NAV: Lights Out One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || 6.5 || Seven || SMAU || Eight || Nine

Round 4 - Japanese GP

“I think I’m in love,” you moaned happily.

“I should hope so,” Lando commented dryly, making Charles laugh.

“She’s not talking about us, mon cher.”

You patted the vending machine full of the greatest snacks you had ever tasted. “Ignore them, it’s just you and me, now take my money.”

“Are we going to karaoke?” Pierre asked, checking his phone to see the time. “Yuki and Daniel are already there.”

“Shh, let the pregnant woman eat,” his girlfriend reprimanded. “She’s growing a whole human in there.”

“Thank you, Kika.” You sent her a grateful smile before throwing your middle finger in Pierre’s direction. The machine whirred and you turned back to see mechanical arms moving your choice down to the little door. “I just need a few more.”

“She’s stalling because she knows she sucks at singing when she’s sober,” Max joked before pulling out his wallet and going to the next machine. “What else do you want?”

Everyone caught onto Max’s idea and lined up along the alley of vending machines and within minutes there were enough snacks to last you the night, plus one huge Pokémon stuffed animal that Pierre chose for the baby. You could barely wrap your arms around the teddy and you narrowed your eyes at your old teammate. “Out of all of the Pokémon you chose…Squirtle?”

His grin widened until his laughter broke through. “What’s wrong with Squirtle? Everyone loves a big squirtle.”

“You’re so immature,” you tried to say with a straight face but it failed as you giggled. “This is going in my bed when I get home. It’s going to be my snuggler when I’m abandoned.”

“We aren’t abandoning you, mon amour. Everyone agreed it’s too close to your due date to come to China.”

You didn’t like it, but it was the truth. You were lucky to even get away with coming to Japan since you were already 37 weeks pregnant. At least there was a two week gap between the races so you would have some time with Lando and Charles before they left for the next race.

“And your mother will be there, so you definitely aren’t abandoned,” Lando pointed out. He took the teddy from you so you could better see where you were walking and tucked it under one arm so he could still hold your hand. “Max has already given us his plane so we can get back if we need to.”

“I have?” Max cocked a brow.

“You may have been drunk when you said it, but there were witnesses.”

Max scratched his head in confusion but he couldn’t recall the memory. Shrugging, he wasn’t really bothered, he would have offered for them use it anyway. “Who’s your reserve if you have to go?”

“Ollie and Pato,” Charles answered. “My baby is in good hands if we miss the race. Lando is a little more worried.”

“Not of Pato, I’ve seen him in testing,” Lando countered. “I just don’t like sharing.” Everyone looked pointedly between you and your boyfriends. “Har-har, I meant my seat, assholes.”

You eventually made it to the karaoke bar and Yuki growled at everyone for being late, except you. You got a tight hug and a strong whiff of alcohol on his breath.

“I didn’t know what you felt like, so I got a bit of everything,” he said as he pointed to the side table full of snacks and non alcoholic drinks. Pierre reached out for a pack of biscuits but Yuki slapped his hand away. “Not for you motherfuckers. Get your own.”

The annual karaoke had grown over the years and you weren’t sure if it was better when you were sober or not. On one hand you nearly wet yourself laughing at how terrible everyone sounded but on the other your ears were almost bleeding by the time they were too drunk to continue. Crashing out onto the hotel bed never felt so good when you finally got back after midnight. Thankfully it was only going to be media day for the guys so they could sleep off their hangovers.

You combed your fingers through Lando’s hair as he spawned out next to you, soft snores falling from his open mouth. A smile played at your lips and Charles chuckled beside you. “Go on,” he said as he nudged you gently. “Say it.”

You couldn’t resist and he knew it. “It’s all too much for Little Lando Norris.”

“Not little,” Lando grumbled.

“You were asleep a second ago.”

“Wasn’t asleep, just resting my eyes.”

“Such a dad thing to say,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his cheek as his breathing evened out and he was asleep once more. “Sweet dreams, my love.”

“You should try to rest too,” Charles murmured as he settled into his pillow and opened his arms for you, his bleary eyes struggling to stay open.

“I will.” You would try to at least, but finding a comfortable position grew harder each day. “I love you.”

“Je t’aime aussi. De beaux rêves.”

He was asleep before you could even reply and you soon followed.

The need to go to the toilet once again woke you and you found Charles' space in the bed empty. After relieving yourself, you followed the light in the living room to see the curtains swaying softly in the breeze.

Charles stood on the balcony overlooking the city, his fingers idly running his matching trinity necklace along its chain. It was only as you got closer you saw his eyes weren’t on the city below but the dark skies above and you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head between his shoulder blades.

“What’s on your mind, handsome?”

He turned and leaned back against the rail, his hands coming to rest on the impossibly large swell of your stomach. You placed your hands over Charles’ and guided them to where the action was happening against your ribs, a nice reprieve from being kicked in the bladder. You couldn’t get much bigger before you popped and the stretch marks already showed the strain the pregnancy was having on your body.

“I wish Jules was here to see this.”

You hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting the driver but from what Charles had said it would have been hard not to love the charismatic person he described. “I’m sure he would be proud of you. I am. Have you thought any more about her name?”

Charles chewed his lip before sighing. “No, I want something new. I don’t want her to be pressured by the weight of the name she carries.”

You could completely understand how a name changed everything and nodded. “Okay, I’ll cross Julia off the list.”

“And Landa.”

You wrinkled your nose in distaste. “That was never on my list. I don’t know why you didn’t shut that idea down right away.”

Charles chuckled and kissed your nose. “Because it’s funny, mon amour. He actually thought it had a real chance.”

“Our hopeless dreamer,” you sighed, resting your head on his chest as you yawned.

There wasn’t much time left to narrow down the list of first names but a compromise had been found with the last name. To make it fair, they decided if it was clear Lando was the biological father then Charles' last name would go first and vice-versa. If it wasn’t clear then you were going to have to referee their debate, something you were hoping to avoid.

“Let’s get you back to bed,” Charles murmured as he kissed your hand and laced it with his. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

It was no secret you always woke up when one or both of them went missing from your bed. Even asleep you seemed to know when their body warmth disappeared.

“It’s okay. I’ll have to get used to it.”

“When we abandon you?” he teased, but there was an edge of sadness in his tone.

“Maybe that was a little harsh but I was hungry. I’m sorry.” You climbed onto the bed and snuggled in between their warm bodies. “I know you aren’t abandoning me, Cha.”

“Good, now I need to have an important conversation.” He shuffled down so he could kiss your stomach and whispered, “Ma petite, you need to stay inside there until daddy and papa get home. I know it’s a little tight in there and we are very excited to meet you too but you have to hang on just a few more weeks, ma fille. Deal?”

“I'm not sure you are going to get an ans-” A kick interrupted you and Charles smirked.

“My girl already listens to her papa.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you warned as he rejoined you on the pillows. “I hear teenage girls are terrible at listening to their parents. Not me of course, I was an angel.”

It was Charles’ turn to laugh as he curled his arm around your waist and closed his eyes. “An angel…I don’t think that was the word your mother used.”

Your yawn cracked your jaw before you said, “It’s a good thing I have matured since then.”

“Like fine wine, mon ange.” His nose brushed your cheek before he planted a sleepy kiss on your temple. “Bonne nuit.”

Exhaustion turned your tongue heavy as your body relaxed against his. “Goodnight, baby.”

Round 5 - Chinese GP

You wanted to smash your phone when the alarm went off in the middle of the night. The time on the screen said 7.30am but it was a lie. You had only been asleep for a few minutes from what the aches in your body indicated, not hours.

“The drivers parade is starting,” your mother called out from the lounge.

With a groan you pushed away the giant Squirtle you used as a body pillow and rolled to the edge of the bed before swinging your legs off. Just the small movement left you breathless as your lung capacity dropped and you hated the think what your VO2 levels would be like at this point.

“Can you hit record please?” you yelled back before going to the bathroom. There was no way you were going to miss a moment of the days activities, even if it meant watching the pre-race grid walk after the race finished.

You made it to the couch in time to see Charles and Lando climb onto the trailer together and couldn’t help noticing the dark bags under their eyes. They matched yours. It was the first time being away from each other for so long that you were all finding it difficult to adjust and sleep. Video calls couldn’t replace touching them.

They would keep their phones with them until the very last moment when they climbed in the car so you grabbed yours and sent a quick message after reading the sweet good morning messages that came through while you were sleeping.

To Group Chat: Drive fast and keep it clean. I love you.

It took almost half a minute with the delay of live tv for them to pull their phones out before turning and waving to the camera with big smiles, Charles even blew a kiss.

The boys had promised an interesting race during their media interviews on Thursday. Everyone knew it was the first race without you there and they were going to make up for it by pushing their hardest for a win. As it turned out, Checo tried to go three wide into turn one with Max and George, causing a red flag and the retirement of all three cars.

You could practically see the fumes coming off your brother and you didn’t need to be a lip reader to know what he was saying when the camera panned to him in the garage. Maybe Checo would be the next to learn just how fast Red Bull can take away the seat they gave. He wouldn’t be the first and he definitely wouldn’t be the last.

“Eat your breakfast, it’s gone cold.”

The dish your mother made would still sit on the coffee table for another 37 laps but you couldn’t take your eyes off the screen. Charles was leading with Lewis in second place but you knew the Mercedes’ tyre degradation meant Lando would soon be able to overtake, and you weren’t even there to scream for them.

“I will soon,” you lied as you edged closer to the tv and saw the two cars enter the straight. “Get him baby…”

Lando’s rear wing opened, adding to the slipstream he was already getting from Lewis, and he pulled out to shoot past, diving onto his breaks in the corner and taking second place.

“Yes!!!” you screamed as you jumped to your feet.

“Don’t jump around too much, you might break your waters,” your mother warned as she pulled you back down into the couch cushions.

“But did you see that? That was perfect!”

Your mother smiled at your enthusiasm. “He did very well, but you need to calm down.”

Your nail beds were ruined by the time it came to pitting and they both went in on the same lap but Ferrari made a mistake and took a few key seconds to recover. It was just long enough for Lando to be released and get in front of Charles.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, nervously bouncing your knee as Lando defended against Charles. “I can’t watch. Mum, my heart can’t handle this…” She held your hand and you gripped it tight for the remaining laps.

“Go! Go! Go!” you screamed at the tv, leaping to your feet again as Lando finally crossed the finish line less than two seconds ahead of Charles. “YESSSS!!!”

You couldn’t keep still as you rubbed your belly and laughed exuberantly. “Daddy just won his first race! Holy shit, he did it!” You were giddier than the first time you won but he had waited so long for it after being robbed of the win in Sochi. “I can’t believe I’m not fucking there!”

“Language,” your mother reminded with a laugh. You turned to see she was recording your reaction and sent the video to the group chat with Lando and Charles.

“Oh please, she’s not even born, and that’s the least of her worries.”

Lando’s shouts over the team radio made you smile harder and he was still laughing and possibly crying by the time he pulled into the pit lane. “Yeah, baby, about fucking time! Woohoo!! Who’s your daddy?”

“Well done, mate, you deserve this.”

“Thanks, Jarv, are you crying?”

“I just got something in my eye.”

“Yeah me too.”

His car parked in the centre position but he couldn’t get out as sat in disbelief, his helmet dipped with his head. Charles was the first out and half hung into Lando’s cockpit as he embraced the winner. You couldn’t hear their exchange but you could imagine Charles telling him how proud he was before helping him climb out of his seat.

Lando jumped from the halo and into Charles’ arms before Carlos rushed in too after taking third place. You couldn’t help thinking it should have been you with them.

“What a way to take your first win,” Jenson said with a grin as he started the post race interview. “I guess there will be plenty to celebrate tonight. Any plans?”

“Mhmm,” Lando hummed as Charles joined him after his weigh-in. “Big plans. Important plans. We are heading straight to the airport and going home to celebrate with our wife.”

“Wife?” you asked aloud.

“Wife?” Jenson echoed.

“Uh, figure of speech, you know?” Lando chuckled, his neck turning pink at his mistake but he was so high on elation it had slipped out. “We have a baby on the way and our lives are built together. It doesn’t get more committed than that kind of thing.”

“So there haven’t been any secret nuptials we don’t know about?”

“No, not that we wouldn’t if we could but there’s kind of laws or something against it, or so my lawyers say.”

“Trust me, they’ve checked,” Charles added, but it was the first you had heard of it.

You were still thinking about that when they disappeared to the cool down room and when you watched them stand proudly on the podium, the British national anthem playing loudly. You were still thinking about it when they left the stage and the Sky presentation came to an end.

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