#wales needs to be noticed more

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Four men, four countries

So I'm just posting and speculating for fun. This is a small theory, but I think it would be interesting if each of the four men were from each country in the British Isles.

So we already know that Fowler is from Ireland, but we don't know about Violet's, Skeffington's, and Routley's origins aside from the fact that they're most likely from the British Isles. Usually, you can tell where someone is from by their surnames, not always, but usually; however, I don't think that will help us in this case. The reason why I don't think the mens' surnames will give clues on where they're from is because I don't think they're using their real names.

The reason I think those names are aliases rather than their actual names is due to the timeframe and historical context. There is no way around the late 16th century to early 17th century would an Irish child be named Abijah Fowler; he would have most likely been named after his paternal grandfather if he was the oldest son, and it would be an Irish Gaelic name, along with his surname also being Irish Gaelic.

It also makes sense that the men are not using their birth names as they are participating in the black market.

However, I think I can at least make an educated guess on where each the men could be from.

Violet - I think he's English, I also think he was somewhat of the leader in that group. Violet was referred to as "old Violet," which could mean he's an old friend or he was possibly very elderly, maybe the eldest out of the four men.

It would make sense if he was the eldest, considering in the flashback he seemed very easy to kill. I also want to bring up that Fowler genuinely seemed upset about Violet's death and looked like he was genuinely going to kill Mizu for it. I believe each of the four men came from harsh upbringings, like Fowler, and I think Violet was likely the first to go into that sort of black market lifestyle and took the other three men under his wing. It's likely Violet took Fowler in after he lost his sister and thought him everything he knew.

It's a bit tricky to figure out Skeffington and Routley, especially if the surnames do turn out to just be aliases. So, let's look at the names from a more metaphorical lense instead.

Skeffington - so when I do a quick Google search of the name Skeffington, its meaning has roots in the words 'sheep' and 'farmstead', which you'll find a lot of both in Wales. A bit on the nose, to be honest.

Routley - looking into the meaning of the surname, Routley was a bit more difficult as apparently to some sources, the meaning is lost, but according to ancestry, the surnames can be associated with the term 'cliff', and Scotland makes 60% of cliffs in Britain. RIP Welsh Routley theory, you will be missed

Another thing is that I believe that Skeffington will be the most sadistic, as someone on another post pointed out that Skeffington can also be referred to as Skevington, which is also the name of a torture device know as Skevington's daughter. His last name having ties to the term sheep can also be used to foreshadow his personality as a wolf in steep clothing, someone who's a mindless sheep (a blind follower), or even a sheep in wolves clothing because deep down he's a coward.

As for Routley, I can assume he's probably the youngest out of the four. Also, let's be honest, many of us believe he's either Mizu's father, or if you believe in the European mother theory, then most would believe he's at least her uncle because of the 'pretty eyes' comment. It's very likely that Routley will be the most significant target to Mizu, and he'll play a big part in season 2. Which might mean Mizu be half of

In all seriousness, it could be possible that each for four are from one of each country in the British Isles as during that time frame it could be beneficial for the group for one person to know Welsh, another to know Irish Gaelic, and another to know Scottish Gaelic. I also want to point out that, apparently, the surname Violet comes from the term 'pathway', I guess Violet painted the pathway for the other three men to join him.

Take this with a huge grain of salt as this is just a theory for fun.

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big reputation pt 3

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x fem!reader

Warnings: Kelly piquet? Slight violence, canon divergent (Logan has a seat lmfao)

Authors Note: from now on every fic I post will be considered a period piece because I am NOT taking Logan out of that seat.

Pt1 Pt2

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📍Cardiff, Wales

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yourusername Cardiff, you were wonderful!!!!! We had never played a show in Wales before but we will definitely be back again! We all had a great time ✨ Thank you so much for coming out and having the night of your lives with me, I'm so grateful for every single one of you! 🖤 I’ll see you soon, Edinburgh…📸

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user1 I love you queen

user2 guys… I miss the drivers

user3 they miss one show like every two weeks and y'all say this every time 😭😭😭

user3 and they'll probably be back next week in Hungary anyway! 😭

user2 but that's like only one or two drivers or just their girlfriends or just f1-related people, its not the same 😭 I need them all together again 😭🙏

user4 my show 🥰

user5 we need more shows in wales…

yourusername ...✌️

user5 TWO??? AS IN LEG 2??? MORE CARDIFF SHOWS NEXT YEAR???

user6 RATATATATATATATATATATATA

user7 the camera emoji after Edinburgh??? And the dots?? …Ready for it? Music video announcement in Edinburgh???

charles_leclerc ✨🖤

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user8 Logan going out of his way to make it to Cardiff... Not beating the boyfriend allegations

user9 THIS WAS MY SHOWWWWW

fernandoaloofficial Very good!!! 👍 🖤

yourusername thank you, Nando 🫶🏻

user10 🐍🐍🐍

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damn he really is down bad

I'm assuming you mentioned the flowers once and he immediately bought them for you?

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That would be correct, yes

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thought so 🙂‍↕️

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📍Antwerp, Belgium

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yourusername Antwerp!!! This was one of the greatest shows of my life, the crowd was absolutely electric!!! We also got a rain show, which are always my favorites ☔ We also introduced my new favourite idea, mashing-up surprise songs, which is something I am so excited to continue and you all seemed very excited so I am thrilled!! 🫶

Next up, Amsterdam ☝️ 🇳🇱🇳🇱

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user11 WOOOOOOO

user12 I was there 🙂‍↕️🙏

landonorris ✨

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user13 guyssss I got mine x stay stay stay!!!! We won! 🥰

user14 I 🫶 rain shows

user15 guys notice how there's three exclamation marks… twice… 3… 3… 33… max’s old number… and then the ☝️ emoji… its a 1… max’s current number… Netherlands is next… she uses two exclamation marks at the end… two Dutch flags… Logans number is two…

user16 are you mentally okay

user15 no

user17 no drivers… what if I kms

user18 but we got the wags!!! 🥰

user17 and if I said y/n was the one true wag

user17 what then

user18 you would be correct 🙂‍↕️ 2️⃣🇺🇸

user19 wait the surprise song thing is so cute!!!!

user20 she's so prettyyyyy

lilymhe 💋💋💋

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user21 I was here!!! When I tell you everyone gasped so hard when she started singing stay stay stay in the middle of mine, we were all screaming!!!

user22 LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO

alexandrasaintmleux ❤️

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user23 girl I did not know mash-ups were an option 😭

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alexandrasaintmleux

The best trio 🥰

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Correct 🤭🙂‍↕️

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lilymhe

I'm so glad you're here 😭😭😭

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Me too 😭😭😭

lilymhe

I need you back in Williams ☹️

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Soon…🤭

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Repping Ferrari today….

Betrayal doesnt look cute on you

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you'll be okay darling 💋

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No ☹️

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Stay safe mija

you're going behind enemy lines

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Lol, thanks Nando

I'll be safe

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Just look out for anyone in orange….

They're a suspicious bunch

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I will 🫡

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Good 👍

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📍Amsterdam, Netherlands

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yourusername Amsterdam, you were so lovely!!! I'll admit I was a little nervous for these two shows but you all showed me so much kindness and these crowds will definitely go down as two of my favourites of all time 🫶 I had a really great time and I really felt so connected to every person in that stadium, I can't thank you enough for everything 🤍

But these shows made me realize how much we've grown this past year. Reputation was such a scary project for me and the reception from you all was so much better than I expected. Its been a year of love and I'm so thankful that you've stuck by me, you don't know how much it means 🤍🫶

So thank you to the drivers, to my friends and family, to the crew, to Jack, to Lewis, Charles and Logan and, most of all, to you, the fans. I love you 🤍

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user24 wait night one was wild

user25 as someone who was night one, the atmosphere when people found max was crazy 😭😭😭 so much yelling 😭

user26 RIGHT like I was upper bowl and had no idea what everyone was yelling about 😭

user27 IS THAT LAST PICTURE HER BF

user27 FOLLOW UP QUESTION: IS THAT LOGAN

user28 LMAO the middle finger in the last picture, she really hates max 😭

user29 why did she talk about love so much during the show and then in the caption…

user30 conspiracy theory: its their anniversary

lilymhe 💋💋💋

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user31 that second pic is so cute 🥹

lewishamilton thanks for the shoutout 😎

yourusername thank YOU for everything lew 🤍

user32 out of all the drivers she chose to name three specifically: Lewis (who featured on the album and also has producer credits), Charles (who featured and has all the piano credits), and Logan, (who…. Was the muse for the album???)🫣

user33 wait why is no one talking about how crazy the max thing is

user34 yeah every ones talking about Logan but the m*x appearance is actually insane behaviour

user35 girl I read jack and fully thought she meant doohan 😭

user36 WAIT who did she mean??? I also thought she meant doohan 😭😭😭

user35 jack antonoff girl 😭

fernandoalo_official proud of you mija ❤️

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user36 I adore them 😭

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yourusername about a year and a half ago, I thought my life was over. I was betrayed by the very same people I thought were my forever.

But, after months of hiding, I ran into you at a dive bar deep in the city of Miami and suddenly my forever was you. You were in your buzzcut phase and I had just bleached my hair. You recognized me, of course. We'd met a couple of times and I'd always thought kindly of you. We started to talk and hours passed without us even noticing. I'm not sure where your friends had gone but looking back at it now, I'm glad they left because I can't imagine the conversation we had being joined by other people. It was already vaguely awkward enough.

I wasn't exactly lighting up the room that night. It had been a rough couple of months and I'd only gone out in hopes of finding a sliver of happiness. Thank god I did because it brought me to now, where I'm the happiest I've ever been. It brought me to you.

You, my love, are so wonderful and beautiful and talented and I honestly can't believe you're mine. Thank you so much for sticking beside me and becoming my forever muse. I could go on and on about the lyrics I've written about you but I think I'll just keep that for the next album 🫣

We went from hiding out in hotel rooms, curtains drawn tightly so paparazzi couldn't see and taking back roads to the studio to avoid anyone who might recognize us to you coming to every single show and me getting to sing to you and every single night.

From the new years parties in New York to the bouquets in Dublin and to the rings in Las Vegas 💍, I love you forever, Lo 🤍

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user37 AWWWWWWWWWW

user38 THIS IS INSANEEEEE

user39 the hardest of hard launches!!! 🥰

user40 WAIT WHAT

lilymhe congratulations love! No one deserves this happiness more than you 🤍🥰

yourusername lilyyyy 🥹🫶

user41 IM SOBBING MY PARENTSSSSSS

user42 THE CLIP OF CHARLES CRYING AFTER SHE SHOWS THE RING?????? MEEEEE

charles_leclerc congrats ange, so happy for you ❤️

yourusername forever grateful for your super secret spy work last year, none of this could’ve happened without you 🤍

charles_leclerc 🫡

user42 OHHHHH Charles was digging for info on max that’s why he was friends with him last year 😭

lancestroll 🥳🥳🥳

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user43 this is adorable 🥹

alexandrasaintmleux me and Lily are planning the bachelorette party as we speak 🥳🎉

yourusername as long as you guys are there it will be perfect 🥹🤍

user44 AWWWWWWW OMG

carlossainz congrats!! 😎💍

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landonorris LETS GOOOOO

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oscarpiastri now that you're engaged I can finally yell you that he's legit had a crush on you for years. I couldnt get away from the sound of him playing Fearless over and over and over again

yourusername he's adorable. And it sounds like you're… complaining????

oscarpiastri nope ofc not, fearless is great, aoty for a reason, best country album of all time, I'd never complain 🙂‍↔️🫡

yourusername thanks osc 🤍

alex_albon did u like ur proposal…? 😽

yourusername I've been informed of your involvement and am pleased to tell you that the proposal was wonderful. Thank you Alex 🫶

alex_albon well flowers can't arrange themselves 🫡 congrats y/n

alex_albon we’re grateful to have you in the Williams family 🤍

user45 my forever muse 😭

user46 the parallels between this caption and the five year one for m*x 😭

logansargeant you’re the love of my life and I’m so grateful for the time we’ve had together 🤍 I love you so much darling and I’m so proud to get the honor of calling you my wife 🤍🤍🤍 😊

yourusername love you lo 🤍🥹

user47 oh my god they’re so in love, I’m so happy that y/n got to have this relationship after everything with max 🥹🤍

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My forever boy 💍

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I love you baby 🤍😊

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I love you too 🤍🥹

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[recoord]

Staying neutral until Neil Gaiman is convicted by the courts?

Second attempt to express my thoughts on the matter. The first time, my wording was not the best and it needed to be fact checked so here there is a summarized attempt. Thank you to everyone who pointed it out.

Using "neutrality" to remain sceptical to the allegations is not as good as an idea as it seems.

Many have shown scepticism because of the medium, The Tortoise podcast, used to publish most of the accusations. I've found many don't know there's a second podcast that published one of the women's allegations: Am I Broken: Survivor Stories Podcast. A podcast made by a non-binary licensed clinical mental health counselor specializing in sexual trauma. The link for the podcast is here and the link for the transcript here. [Credits for the transcript to Ersatz Haderach].

Personally, I think you shouldn't discard the allegations just for the medium chosen, they're still valid. But, there’s a second podcast and Claire's allegations there help to amplify the other victims's voices. If you haven't read or listened to any of the allegations, that could be a good start.

Ignoring that information and testimonies exist is far from being neutral. Learn about the allegations before choosing "neutrality".

It's important to notice that in cases like the ones exposed by the women's allegations against Gaiman, "Neutrality" is already biased in favor of the accused.

Waiting for a formal sentence for Gaiman to start believing in the victims is choosing to blindly trust a corrupt system. It also sounds like if you weren't conscious enough of the many problems that rape victims face in the justice system.

I've found an interesting report on the matter with information about how justice fails victims . Here are some important points:

Why the legal justice fails rape survivors?

According to a report made by Centre for Women’s Justice, the End Violence Against Women Coalition, Imkaan and Rape Crisis England & Wales.(2020):

Obstacles to conviction

- "In the vast majority of (adult) rape cases, the defendant will accept that sexual intercourse took place, and it is only the element of ‘consent’ that is in dispute, or – put another way – whether a reasonable person would characterise what happened as consensual or non-consensual."

"Given the sexual nature of the offence, it will often take place in private, the complainant and defendant (or defendants) being the only persons present."

"There are very rarely any eye-witnesses to the offence itself, able to corroborate either the complainant or the defendant’s account as to what has unfolded. Indeed, there will more often be no independent evidence at all which corroborates the complainant’s account as to the circumstances of the sexual encounter. At best, there may be circumstantial evidence which supports what the complainant is saying: evidence which, for example, provides a picture of the complainant’s physical or mental state before and/or after the attack; or there may be evidence which is broadly supportive of her credibility, or undermines the suspect’s credibility."

- Even in ‘better’ periods, rape cases have always posed very significant challenges for prosecutors. While volumes of convictions have fluctuated over the years, the rate of convictions for rape has invariably been lower than in most other areas of crime."

-“it has been widely accepted by criminal justice bodies that many members of the public continue to believe in long-standing ‘myths and stereotypes’ relating to rape, which do not correspond with reality, result in disbelief of victims/survivors, and are now outdated in the eyes of the law.”

- “When a victim/survivor’s credibility is considered so fundamental to winning a rape or serious sexual offences trial, those who do not fit the ‘mould’ of a credible victim – because of their age, their outward presentation, their social skills, a disadvantaged background, or a learning mental health disability – are the least likely to see justice served.”

- “Whenever the profile of rape victims/survivors and their poor treatment by the criminal justice system begins to receive the attention it deserves, there comes a backlash and a rise in public concern regarding the fate of the ‘falsely’ accused.”

I recommend reading the whole report for further information.

Don't choose "neutrality" as an excuse to hide your bias, listen to the victims. There is a lot of information out there. Many patterns are repeated among victims who, before the allegations were made public, thought they were the only person who experienced the same thing, with Gaiman as the common denominator.

If you want to add something, feel free to do it.

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Wait, what? England refers to the London and co area and Britain is the whole island? I was so sure it was the contrary! So Welsh people are British?

This ask briefly made me crave unspeakable violence.

BUT THIS IS OF COURSE WRONG OF ME, because you're here and asking, so in the interests of education and to be super clear:

These are the countries of the UK. England is just the bit in orange here look. It's one single country.

The United Kingdom is so named because it's a combo of more than one kingdom, aka several countries operating a Megazord (which it used to wage war on all but 22 other countries on the planet). Great Britain is roughly the same thing as the UK. It's not exactly the same - to be super correct, it's a geographical term rather than a political one and just refers to the landmass that is mainland UK, rather than Northern Ireland and the Crown Dependencies and all that jazz - but honestly, they get used increasingly interchangeably.

Crucially, though, as you can see on that map, England is a separate country from Wales, and Wales is a British country. If you have been calling us English, you need to cut that shit out right now, good lord you could get us all killed.

But! I have noticed a sharp uptick in Americans on this site trying to interact with my Celtophobia posts and saying sentences like "It's terrible how the British oppressed the Welsh", so this is well-timed. It's like everyone heard the sentiment "Stop saying England when you mean Britain" - which is used to try and stop Celtic erasure - and then rather than finding out the difference, they just assumed "England" is a Bad Word and the PC progressive term is "Britain", which... well. Points for trying I guess, but "Britain tried to stamp out the Welsh language by whipping children whose parents spoke Welsh" is a hell of a thing I have repeatedly had to read this year. And meanwhile, on the flip side, I still have to see "England/English politics" tagged onto my politics posts. I am a thousand years old. I am so tired.

Anyway, thank you for reaching out, friend!

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perhaps r works as a vet or with a wildlife protection agency etc and brings a horse to farrier!remus and he just falls for her bc he sees how much she cares about the horse and her gentle nature and it soothes him 😋

this has been stuck in my mind since my original post re: farrier!Remus so I finally took a stab at it! thanks for the prompt, I hope I did it justice! <3

A Horseshoe for Luck

Farrier!Remus Lupin x Veterinarian!reader who consults with Remus on a case [1.3k words]

CW: fem!reader, situation inspired by a horse who was lost for a few years and when found had severe overgrowth of his hooves (happy ending), don't look too closely at the plot if you're a Horse Girl (gn) thank you xx

Remus heaved in a sigh as he pulled down the long gravel driveway to his latest appointment. 

He’d known there was a new vet in town, which came with a certain level of relief and a certain level of concern.

The rural coasts of Wales were no doubt hurting for Veterinarians (and service providers in general), but the communities were notoriously closed-knit and standoffish to ‘outsiders’ and were completely incapable of keeping newcomers around for any amount of time.  

Every new vet that this village saw came from the city, and every new vet left after a measly year-or-two long stint max. 

He couldn’t necessarily blame them; sometimes it took a local to manage the locals, but this left him with a certain level of distrust.

Too many times has Remus been called upon by the new city-sent vets just to be spoken down to or dismissed entirely because they believed that they knew better.

So, though he knew this vet would probably be much the same - some young, newly minted vet fresh out of school who had accepted the first available job they could find - he also knew that his area was in desperate need of a vet, and that he also had a job to do.

So he dutifully parked his truck and opened the cab to retrieve his tools when a frazzled looking tech approached him.

“You must be Mr. Lupin! I’m Hannah, I was the one who spoke to you on the phone.” She offered quickly. 

“Just Remus s’fine. Was this a wild horse?” He asked, not interested in smalltalk as he followed her towards a large barn. 

“No, not originally at least. The owners have been looking for him for two years and finally found him with a wild herd - managed to bring him back in.”

“Is he sound?”

“His hooves are in horrid condition - the doctor has done a preliminary check on the rest of him but would really like to get him some relief for his feet before she does anything more to him.” 

“And who are they?” He asked as he passed a couple standing outside of the barn doors.

“The owners.” The tech - Hannah - offered quickly. 

“Have they not seen their horse?” He asked, noticing that the tech hesitated before turning down the run where he could hear some activity. 

“They have, but they were very anxious and excited to be reunited with him. The doctor felt that for an animal who has spent the last two years in a wild herd, it might be best to keep the area calm. I - erm, well, are you calm, Mr. Lup- erm, Remus?”

Remus let out a snort and nodded quickly. “Yeah, I’m pretty calm.”

Hannah smiled in relief as she turned the corner which exposed a large brown and white paint horse secured in cross ties. Standing at his head where there should be a stuffy city vet in a crisp white lab coat barking orders at various techs and stablehands was simply a woman (a very beautiful woman, Remus had to admit, though didn’t feel it was entirely professional to recognise), wearing dirty activewear with her hair messily pulled back and a stethoscope thrown over her shoulders as she murmured quietly to the horse. 

Remus almost felt bad for the horse when Hannah interrupted your conversation with it to introduce you to Remus. 

You accepted Remus’ handshake quickly without the usual stuffy-city vet hesitation to check for clean fingernails (he worked with the likes of sodding barn animals for christ sake, give him a break) and a warm smile that actually met your eyes as you looked into Remus’ (and into his soul, he was sure). 

“Thank you so much for coming, Remus. I’ve heard great things about you since I’ve arrived, I’m only sorry I haven’t had a chance to make your acquaintance until now.”

“I’ve been eager to meet you as well.” Liar, Remus scolded himself immediately; though, had he known the new vet had been the likes of you? Well, maybe he would have been more eager. “So, the poor lad’s got some major overgrowth?” He asked as he looked at the horses hooves instead of admiring your figure like he’d much prefer to be doing.

“I can’t tell if there’s lameness because of an injury or if it’s just his instability on these hooves of his so I figured a trim was our next best step, but what do you think? Is there something I’m overlooking?”

Remus managed to mask his surprise at your collaboration with a simple farrier (versus what would have usually been orders given in a bored tone before the vet fucked off further into the barn only to come out in the end to inspect his work) by doing a walkaround as he felt the horses legs. 

The horse seemed somewhat tense at the attention he was receiving, but quickly calmed when you began massaging around his neck and murmuring to him in a low, dulcet tone.

Fuckin’ hell, Remus was jealous of a horse. 

“No, I think you’re quite right. Let’s get him onto more balanced footing and then you can work your magic.” He offered after his inspection, earning him a beaming smile from you in the process. 

“Are we shoeing him?”

You tilted your head as you looked over at the horse as if waiting for him to respond. “What do you think?” You asked Remus instead. “A horseshoe for luck?”

And though Remus knew that you knew the shoes would really just provide more strength and protection for the equines hooves, he was not one to deny himself a chance at luck, so he quickly agreed.

“Do you mind an audience, or would you prefer if I left?” You asked then as you backed away from the horse to allow Remus to set up.

He normally preferred solitude; he was in this business because he, admittedly, found the company of animals far more enjoyable than that of humans, but he couldn’t deny that he wasn’t quite ready to have you leave his company yet. 

So you sat - on the dusty, straw strewn flooring - as you watched Remus work; polite conversation inching further and further away from business as the job progressed. What started out as him asking how long you’d been out of school, what made you want to study veterinary medicine, ended up with what brought you here of all places.

“Peace…solitude. I wanted a quieter pace of life and to live somewhere where I could know the people around me instead of just knowing that there were people around me; does that make sense?” You asked then, allowing your head to loll to the side as you considered him. 

“I think so; don’t usually find people running here though…most are running away.”

“Looking for a quicker pace of life?”

“Something like that.” He agreed as he finished up one hoof and moved onto another. 

“But not you?”

“Not me.” He agreed.

“Why’s that?”

Remus paused at that, chancing a look at you and finding that to be a horrid mistake because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to return to his work when you were smiling at him that sweetly. 

“I wanted peace…solitude. A quiet pace of life where I could know the people around me, I suppose.” 

Your smile grew subtly at his rephrasing of your previous words. “Fair enough.” 

The trim seemed to do the trick; the horse no longer showing any lameness in his legs as Remus watched you lunge him around the dusty arena alongside the very happy owners. 

“What do you think, Remus? Did he look good?” You called to him as you handed the lead to the owners. 

“Looked perfect.” He responded simply. 

The horse, you, the rural coast of Wales now that you were here.

He found himself suddenly very happy to have a new vet in town, and hoped to all hell that you outlasted the many vets that came before you.

[pablitogavii]

Jealous reader?

No need to worry, I'm yours

She kept touching him ... and here I was sitting in the car watching it all happen right in front of my eyes.

I knew it would be hard dating someone with so many girl fans who wanted all of his attention all the time. It was the fact that Pablo gave them the bare minimum and always fully focused on me.

Today I had a bad day so seeing this was the breaking point and we fought inside our hotel room. I flew with him for his away game and all I wanted was more of his attention meanwhile he was very stressed and didn't know what he did to cause my cold behavior.

"I'll take you to dinner later ..." he said after packing for his training session but I didn't reply keep 'reading' my book in bed.

"She's driving me insane with these silent treatments, hermano!" Gavi was talking to Fermin while they waled together clearly not in the mood for anything right now.

"It's girls, their way to show us something is wrong ..." Fermin answered tapping Pablo's shoulder in reassurance.

"I don't know what is wrong! Why can't she just tell me? I did nothing freaking wrong!" Gavi said tossing his bag on the rack and starting to get ready.

I was in the shower when Pablo came back having my dress already chosen on the bed and he smirked touching the red silk. He really just wanted this stupid argument to end.

"I found this Italian place ..." Pablo said while I walked in taking the dress and walking to closet to wear it. I already cooled down but the way he was looking at me drove me insane.

"Amor ... can we stop?" he walked in noticing the way I struggled with zipper so he took over resting his hands around my waist after finishing.

"What did I do? " he whispered moving my hair to the side and starting to leave kisses down my neck. I really liked the sudden attention so I pulled away just to see what he does.

"Basta nena!" he growled grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him and I bit my lower lip feeling him hard underneath his pants. God this man was driving me mad!

"Hm you'll leave a mark Pablito ..." I say shyly feeling his hold tighten on my waist while he smirked resting his chin on my shoulder again.

"Good ... you're mine nenita" he said sucking in a prominent mark on my neck and I fought an urge to moan loudly.

"Now tell me what got my girl mad at me, huh? Tell your Pablito, nena" he said turning me around so that I was facing him and he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"You were talking to her for so long ..." I whisper and he took a moment to think before realizing what I was talking about now.

"With a fan? Aii nena are you un poco celosita, mi amor??" he pinched my cheeks and I immediately denied it. Well obviously!

"Zero celos! It's fine, whatever!" I try pulling away from Pablo but he pushed me into a corner of our closer and trapped me there against the wall.

"Hmm I like it princesa ...but hear me when I tell you, I'm obsessed with you ...and nobody else even crosses my mind. I promise, bueno?" he said in reassuring tone and I just nod still a little unsure cause the girl was really pretty. Pablo raised my chin gently caressing my cheek.

"Yo te amo, princesita ...only you" he said and it took me a little by surprise cause Pablo was never direct like this before. He really just said I love you like it was nothing straight to my face... this boy is special for sure.

"Yo tambien te amo Pablito ..." I say with blushed cheeks while he still held my face in his big hands and we looked into each other's eyes.

"Then there is no need to worry about mi amor, I'm yours bueno?" he said leaving small kisses on my cheeks while I slowly smiled again and he did as well glad I was talking to him again.

"Bueno ..." I said shyly but he wanted me to sound completely certain so he didn't let me go yet.

"Look into my eyes and say it loud and clear. Say, you're mine Pablo Gavi!" he said and I blushed looking back into those warm chocolate brown orbs.

"You're mine Pablo Gavi!" I said and he smirked nodding his head and kissing my lips passionately while his hands went underneath my dress grazing my legs.

"Hmmm yes I am baby, and you're all mine too!" he said kissing my neck and I moaned nodding my head while throwing it back in response.

"We still have our dinner reservation, but later ...I wanna hear more of those sweet moans of yours ...me vuelves loco amor" he said and I smile nodding my head asking him to zip my dress up fully and he does so as we finish getting ready for dinner.

pablogavi

All yours princesa👸🏻💗

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pablogavi: solo tuyo princesaaa

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[rosesareredrosa]

West Coast

Theo Nott x fem reader

a/n: Literally having writers block and i am sick send requests pls

w/c: 1067

The salty tang of the sea hung in the air, mingling with the chill of the evening as the waves crashed against the cliffs. Theodore Nott stood at the edge, his dark hair tousled by the wind, his eyes fixed on the horizon. Somewhere far away, the world he once knew continued without him. Hogwarts. The war. The expectations that came with being a Nott. But here, on the west coast of Wales, the weight of his name seemed to slip away, carried off by the ocean breeze.

He could still hear her laugh.

Y/N. A name he wasn’t supposed to remember, let alone whisper in his thoughts. But here she was, lingering in the empty spaces between his breaths.

“You never belonged in their world,” she had told him once. Her voice had been soft then, but there had been fire in her eyes, the kind of fire that made him feel seen. Seen in a way no one had bothered to before. Y/N had always known too much, her gaze cutting through his indifference, her touch burning through his carefully crafted walls.

Theo had fought it at first. The feeling of being unmoored, of losing control around her. He had tried to keep his distance, tried to be the cold, untouchable boy everyone expected him to be. But it was futile. Every time she looked at him, every time she smiled that half-smile of hers, it felt like the ground was shifting beneath his feet.

“You're like a storm,” she had said once, fingers trailing over his jaw. “Beautiful. Dangerous.”

He had laughed at that. Dangerous? Maybe. But beautiful? No. He wasn’t one of the golden ones, like Draco or Blaise. His beauty was quieter, buried under shadows and secrets, something only she had ever seemed to notice.

And now he stood here, miles away from everything, and still, he couldn't shake her from his mind.

The memory of her burned like wildfire.

It had been during one of those nights when everything felt too loud—his bloodline, his future, his past—that he had shown up at her door. Hogwarts had been on the edge of war, tension crackling in the air like static. And somehow, amidst all the chaos, he had found his way to her.

“Theo?” Her voice had been soft but filled with surprise.

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Not when words didn’t feel enough.

Instead, he had kissed her. Roughly. Desperately.

He had expected her to pull away, to tell him he was being reckless, but she hadn’t. Instead, she had kissed him back with the same intensity, her fingers threading through his hair, grounding him in ways he hadn’t realized he needed.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she had whispered against his lips, but the words held no conviction.

“Tell me to leave, then,” he had murmured back, his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer. “Tell me.”

But she hadn’t. She never did.

You’re feeling hot at the show, I’m feeling hot to the touch.

On the nights they were apart, Theodore found himself haunted by the way she made him feel. It was electric, the pull between them. A love that felt as dangerous as it was beautiful. He could still see her, the way she danced barefoot on the sands during their late-night escapes from Hogwarts. The world always faded away when it was just the two of them. The blood, the war, the expectations of their names—it all disappeared when she was with him.

But it couldn’t last. He knew it. She knew it.

“People like us don’t get happy endings, Theo,” she had told him one night, the light from the fire reflecting in her eyes as they lay under the stars.

“People like us don’t follow rules,” he had replied, fingers brushing against hers.

The rush, the fire, the wildness—it was everything.

Even now, with his feet on the rocky cliffs and her miles away, he could still feel her, like a pulse beneath his skin. A memory, yes, but more than that. Y/N was alive in him, a reminder of the boy he could’ve been if things had gone differently.

But they hadn’t.

Theodore turned, walking back towards the small cottage he had rented out, the one that overlooked the sea. The sun was dipping low in the sky, casting everything in hues of gold and crimson. It was beautiful in a way that made his chest ache, a reminder of all that he had lost, and all that he couldn’t keep.

And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking of her. The way she looked at him with defiance and softness all at once. The way her laughter had been loud, but her love had been quiet, gentle, slipping into the cracks of his heart when he hadn’t been paying attention.

I can see my baby swinging. His Parliament’s on fire and his hands are up.

He had chosen the war in the end. Or maybe it had chosen him. His name, his father, his birthright—there had been no escaping it. Theodore had walked a path set before him long before he had met her. And she had known. She had known and still loved him.

But loving someone like him came with a price.

The cottage was empty when he stepped inside, the silence ringing in his ears. He moved to the window, staring out at the waves that crashed against the shore, his hand pressed against the glass.

Would she still remember him?

The nights had been theirs once. Full of stolen moments, whispered secrets, and love that tasted like rebellion. But in the end, it hadn’t been enough. The war had swallowed them whole, and when it had spit him out on the other side, Y/N had been gone.

She had always been too good for his world.

Now, he was just a boy on the edge of something vast and lonely, yearning for a love that felt like sunlight slipping through his fingers.

And as the sky darkened, Theodore closed his eyes and let the memory of her wash over him. The wind whispered her name, and for a brief moment, he could almost feel her beside him, her fingers brushing against his skin like they had so many nights before.

But when he opened his eyes, there was nothing but the sea.

[llyfrenfys]

"Fascism and Welsh Nationalism", or "Stop Fawning over the FWA you cont"

This is inspired by things I've been noticing around Aberystwyth lately while out and about.

Some mfer is putting up Free Welsh Army (FWA) stickers and I have to keep on pulling them down. Why? You ask.

Fascism.

Because of the not so subtle links between the FWA and fascist movements (of which those links are quite frankly underdiscussed) this post is necessary.

So, starting with the stickers:

This is just one of three identical stickers I've pulled down this last week in Aberystwyth. They appear more to be car stickers than anything else and must have cost a pretty penny to print and/or purchase. They appear to have been bought directly from a website using FWA imagery and slogans - yet does not claim to be the FWA (that I can see, at least). I'm not going to link to it because they don't need any more web traffic. But we will get onto why this is significant in a bit.

Anyway, returning to the stickers - I pulled down the first one off of an electric box on North Road, opposite Vaynor St in late November. I pulled down the second (pictured) also in late November on Penglais Road off the bus stop near the hospital. And in early December I pulled down the third one off of a wall near the Spar at the end of Vaynor Street. Right off the bat we can assume the guy who wasted a lot of money on these stickers lives local to where the stickers I've found so far were. So they're lazy, for one - not venturing much further than their own front door by the looks of it.

Iconography:

I've written about the iconography of the FWA before here but it bears repeating that if fascists approve of your iconography, then that's a sign your movement is already overrun with fascists.

This is the sticker design which I've been noticing about town. Top to bottom we have "Cymru Rydd/Free Wales" which on its own is fine. No qualms with that. But between the Welsh and English text is a symbol. This one:

Now, this was the symbol of the Free Wales Army. Note that I say *was* because the FWA doesn't exist any more. Yet various actors have tried to resurrect its very unsuccessful corpse over the years. These stickers seem to belong to a new organisation which is the latest to try and capitalise on the ghost of the FWA. Now, if you're like me, you'll have already noticed this design is, for lack of a better word, a bit dogwhistley. The angled, blocky, swastika-like stylisation of what is supposedly an eagle, the black and white void of any other features and the very fact it *is* an eagle depicted all seem a bit *too* similar to the iconography of the Third Reich, don't you think?

Their design choice is no accident. It is a design which appeals to fascists while also has enough Welsh cultural reference for apologists to hide behind with a plausibly deniable reason for why their eagle Looks Like That. The white eagle is a reference to the 13th C. poem Mab Darogan, in which Myrddin prophesises that "a king shall come with heroism from among the Welsh people" and that "generous men shall be reborn of the lineage of the eagles of Snowdonia". The eagle could have literally been drawn in any way. But it rather specifically was drawn like this. That choice is not accidental.

Now this new organisation which is trying to reanimate the corpse of the FWA (we'll call them EW) has incorporated the FWA symbol into their sticker. An endorsement of the failed so-called 'paramilitary' organisation on their part, to be sure. EW also have included a different style of white eagle on their sticker as well - which is blatantly stolen from Wikipedia (the copyright is expired, but 0/10 artistic effort on their part even so). Also not to nitpick but the eagle on the sticker is grey not white so that's also a fail.

Artistic criticisms aside, the sticker is loaded with dogwhistley iconography all round. The Celtic knot border isn't necessarily problematic, however, fascists and/or neo-nazis love to slap Celtic knots onto things because they associate Celticity with whiteness. The colour scheme may also be a coincidence, but it does remind me of the fascist symbol which is the 'Flag of Kekistan" which uses the same colour scheme.

Why does this matter and who were the FWA?:

The FWA were a Welsh nationalist (supposedly 'paramilitary') outfit which formed in Lampeter in 1963 and disbanded in 1969 (just 6 years of activity). They took a lot of their cues from the IRA and were effectively fanboys of them. The group was never really considered a threat and mostly consisted of middle-aged men playing paramilitary dress-up. They did claim to be funded by the IRA and that they had dogs trained to carry explosives. Their claims remain unproven.

HOWEVER - and here's where things get sticky. A lot of the issues the FWA were publicly concerned with were and are actually valid issues (e.g. the drowning of Capel Celyn, the Aberfan Disaster etc.). The problem is that fascists or fanboys of fascists love to get their foot in the door by addressing genuine issues. But what happens is that invariably a minoritised group is blamed for the existence of said issue and naturally that leads to discrimination and violence.

The police started to get a bit antsy with the investiture of then-prince Charles as prince of Wales and the possibility of the FWA doing some terrorism. So some of the FWA's leaders were arrested just prior to this. The group officially ended in 1969.

The nationalism advocated for by the FWA was of the 'blood-and-soil' type. Not just your common or garden nationalism (which still has issues but given context is perfectly able to exist in a non-fashy way). And that's why the idolisation of the FWA in years since is sus. It appeals to romanticised nationalist notions of brave men in uniforms helping free Wales - when in reality they did little terrorism and little to actually further the Welsh nationalist cause. In fact, the leadership of the FWA fell apart after they started to disagree on whether their actions were damaging the cause rather than helping it.

Julian Cayo-Evans founded the FWA and ran it with Dennis Coslett and Gethin ap Gruffydd. Gruffydd went on to found other youth nationalist organisations after he left the FWA due to disagreements with its direction - e.g. he founded the Patriotic Front in 1964 which was later outlawed by Plaid Cymru in 1966. It goes without saying names like 'Patriotic Front' are deliberate nods to other, similarly named fascist organisations like National Front.

Legacy and The Present:

FWA's only legacy is the sycophantic fanclub which ressurects the corpse of the FWA every few years to parade it around and relive the 'glory days' of paramilitary cosplay. But aside from functionally being useless, their iconography and politics are still very much under the fash umbrella and that must be resisted at every opportunity (hence why I'm tearing down their stickers - I don't want fascists to feel welcome here). Part of why people may turn a blind eye to the FWA/sympathise is that they may not be aware of the history of the FWA or see the dogwhistles laden in their work and symbols. Some may even just assume without any other context that they're just another Welsh-language preservation group and may even support them without realising the deeper nature of the organisation beyond just preserving the Welsh language.

Which brings me back to EW. I'm going to put the rest of this under a cut, I do encourage reading the rest though and reblogging to get the word out that

It is always morally okay to tear down fascist propaganda

If you see some in your town, don't hesitate to let fash know they aren't welcome here.

EW:

So, onto the latest in a long line of paramilitary wannabes who idolise a long-dead organisation from the 60s.

The EW website seems... sketch. Lots of banners and sections asking to 'donate now' and 'take action' (with money). So right off the bat this looks like a cash-grab.

Secondly, from their own 'About' section they claim that the Welsh Independence movement has "become inundated with authoritarian Marxist entryists who regard Welsh independence as merely a vehicle for furthering their own political agendas". Which is pretty bold stuff coming from an organisation trying to do The Exact Same. There's also a LOT of emphasis on youth involvement and youth nationalism.

There's also a lot of ahistorical claims in the About section too. E.g. on the prophecy of Myrddin "From this legend derives the very name of Cymru’s greatest mountains, with ‘Eryri’ meaning the ‘Seat of the Eagles’ in Cymraeg." - this is contested as there is no one agreed upon etymology of Eryri. To claim that this is The Etymology suggests that they picked this one just because it conveniently fits the version of the mythology they're presenting. They also claim that "Owain ap Gruffydd, would adopt three such eagles as his royal coat of arms" - this is blatantly incorrect as Owain ap Gruffydd lived before the Age of Heraldry and the three eagles are actually later attributed arms.

In EW's FAQ there's a section on supporting their organisation - with one paragraph saying that you can buy stickers instead "If you aren’t eligible or willing to commit to becoming an activist". Lol at 'if you aren't willing to fully commit to our FWA fanboy club you can put up some stickers instead'. Also the button to buy stickers suggests you pay via paypal "We’ll accept quick payments using PayPal and will have them shipped to you First Class" - which *totally* sounds legit (what do you bet they ask people to pay via 'friends and family instead of through business means?).

And... that's it. There's very little else on their website. It *looks* like they're trying to be a movement, but appear to lack substance (and money, judging from how many different Donate Now buttons are plastered all over the site). A hollow organisation blatantly bending history and mythology to fit their narrative, proudly using symbols designed to appeal to fascists while asking people to trust them with the future of Wales?

Dim diolch.

For further reading on why we should guard against fascism in Welsh language revival and independence, see my other post here.

Reblogs welcome for an antifascist independent Wales.

[kingofpopmj]

Then, There Was You

Prelude

July 13th, 1988

Diana, Princess of Wales, walked down the main hallway of Buckingham Palace. The click of her heels muffled by the velvet rug covering the tiled floor.

Tonight was Queen Elizabeth’s Sixtieth Birthday Celebration, so it was a very important event to say the least. The Royal Families’ extended list of acquaintances had travelled from all over to be here. As much as she loves the Queen, there was always a sense of unease that followed her throughout these events. It had nothing to do with her mother-in-law or the rest of the family at all. It was her. She struggled to feel as though she belonged, yet somehow she was constantly reminded of the void she filled. The people of England had grown quite fond of her and even though she didn’t understand it, she vowed to herself to never take it for granted. Most of all, to never let them down.

When she rounded the corner she was met with her husband, who looked very frustrated. He grumbled lowly, not having noticed her presence yet.

*Diana’s POV*

“Dear, it’s really no use. She’s hiding.” I chuckled softly, crossing my arms. “You know how much she loathes these types of events. All the people. All the pressure.”

“I know, but she has to make an appearance. I don’t enjoy it anymore than she does.” Charles responded, opening and shutting doors as he searched for his sister. “Where on earth could she be? How does she do this? Just vanish into thin air.”

“She doesn’t want to see Benjamin. Your mother practically names their nonexistent children when they’re in the same room. Y/N doesn’t like it, it makes her uncomfortable. She doesn’t care for him, not in that way.”

“That’s neither here nor there. She needs grow up at some point. If our parents want her to marry him, then that’s what she must do. It’s how this works. I’ve done it. Now, it’s her turn.”

“You’re so romantic.” I swallowed the lump in my throat as I directed the light hearted joke towards him. I knew our marriage wasn’t a fairytale, but I still didn’t appreciate having it thrown in my face.

If it wasn’t for Y/N, I would’ve fought against the marriage much harder, but I love my sister-in-law to pieces. She was one of, if not the best part of my new life in the Royal Family. We connected early on and we had naturally found comfort in one another. We were close, which meant I knew all of her hiding spots, but I’d never tell Charles or anyone else for that matter. I understood her, more than they cared to. I was determined to protect Y/N, the way I wished someone had done for me.

“I don’t have time for this. She’s ridiculous. I have to get back out there. At least one of us has to be an adult today, so it looks like it’s up to me. Do you mind searching on your own?”

“Sure. I’ll take care of it.” I smiled and Charles nodded, giving me a quick peck on the forehead.

I watched as he made his way back to the party, once he was out of sight I stealthily made my way into the room at the end of the hall. It had a balcony that Y/N tended to gravitate to when she needed an escape. Once I’d entered I quickly closed the door behind me, moving towards the door leading outside. I slowly twisted the knob and pushed the door open.

“Oh! Spence, you scared me.” Y/N breathed out, stepping out from the table she had crawled under.

“Great spot. I barely saw you there.”

“I panicked.”

“You need practice.” I fake scolded her, collapsing into a chair.

“Yeah, yeah. Who sent you?”

“The worst of them all.” My eyes widened as if I was telling a horror story.

“My dad?” She gasped dramatically.

“Your brother.”

“Boo!”

“You’ve got that right. So, how much longer are we hiding out for?”

“I need a few more minutes.”

“I’ll give you two, then I’m dragging you out of here.”

“Trader.” Y/N huffed, hopping up to sit on the stone column of the railing.

“What? You want to leave me out there all alone?”

“Of course not.”

“Benjamin has been talking up your parents since he arrived.”

“I’m going to become physically ill if I have to be anywhere near him tonight.”

“I’ll do my best to run interference.”

“Bless your heart!” Y/N announced, throwing her hands in the air. “Have I ever told you how breathtaking you look under the moonlight?”

“No need to soften me up. You know I’ll do anything for you.”

“I know. Thank you, my favorite sister.” She skipped over and hugged me. I loved hearing her say that. I knew she meant it and even though I was technically her only sister, it still meant the world to me.

“You’re mine too. Ready to conquer all?”

“I suppose.”

“We’ll walk extra slow.”

“You’re my favorite person ever.”

“I better be.” I laughed, leading the way out.

“Okay, you ready?” I questioned nervously as we stood in front of the large doors leading up to the ballroom. “The night will fly by I promise. Plus, we get cake for our struggles.”

“Thanks Spence. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Y/N squeezed my hand with a smile.

The gentlemen greeting guests moved to open the doors for us. A deep bow to show their respect as we moved to enter the room. It was something I had yet to become accustomed to although I always acknowledge kindness and offered it in return. It was natural to me, so I was told.

Y/N was oddly quiet as we moved towards the head table. I wrote it off as nervousness or just plain annoyance at having to be apart of this whole extravaganza. That’s when it happened. Y/N’s feet ceased movement and she took a deep breath. Her hand gripped my arm tightly as she pushed her shoulders back and held her chin higher.

“Wow.” The word fell out of Y/N’s mouth as she stood as still as a statue.

“What was that?” I asked, unsure I’d heard her correctly. “Are you alright?”

Y/N was in a daze. She was staring off into the distance, completely unaware that I had asked her a question and that her grip was cutting off the circulation to my fingers.

“Princess Royal.” I tried, hoping her official title would break the trance or me nudging her arm, but to no avail. Y/N was unreachable.

I followed her gaze, seeing what had brought on the distraction, or should she say whom. I was stunned, so discreetly I looked back and forth between them and found that they had each other’s attention. Well, well, well, they were so lost in their own world that they’ve forgotten about the madness surrounding them. I couldn’t believe my eyes. A bashful smile spread upon his face, leading to a pink blush to appear on her cheeks.

“This is going to be fun.” Thankfully, for everyone involved, I was more of a direct person. There was no way I was going to watch them gawk at each other all night. I’m all about a love story, especially when I get to play match maker. I hooked my arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her over to the man in the black fedora.

“Hello.” I smiled. “I’m Diana, this is Y/N. It’s so kind of you to be here for tonight’s festivities. We do hope you’re enjoying yourself.”

“H— Hi, hello.” He listened to her, but his eyes never left Y/N’s. “It’s an honor to meet you— both of you. Thank you for having me.” He looked nervous, but he persevered, removing his hat and bowing his head. “Princess—”

“Please, call me Y/N.” I watched on, smirking as I witnessed my sister-in-law remember how to speak. I felt so proud.

“Y/N.” He smiled, this time his bright teeth becoming visible. The way he said her name was unlike anything I’d heard before. He said it with such tenderness.

“And, I shall call you?” Y/N was visibly becoming more confident under his gaze.

“Michael, you can call me Michael.”

“Michael.” She held her hand out to shake his, their grasp on each other’s hand lingered. I felt as though I was imposing on an intimate moment, but I didn’t move a muscle, too interested to see where this would lead— with giving them a strong nudge in the right direction of course.

“Y/N and I were just discussing how excited we are for your upcoming shows.” I spoke, earning a confused look from Y/N. “We will be attending the opening night at Wembley.”

“I’ve heard. I’m flattered that you’d want to watch me perform. I’ll have to do my best to impress tomorrow night.” He laughed softly. “Do you have a favorite song?” He asked, looking at both of us.

“I like I Just Can’t Stop Loving You, it’s really an amazing song. Your voice, it’s beautiful.” Y/N said just above a murmur.

“Thank you. That’s actually one of my favorites too. It holds a lot of meaning and passion behind it. I look forward to singing it for you. I’ll be sure to make it extra special.”

“I can’t wait.”

Y/N and Michael were looking at each other with a fire in their eyes that made even my heart skip a beat. I loved seeing this side of my sister-in-law, she was all giggly and flustered. It was too adorable.

“I like Dirty Diana.” I interrupted them, staring at each other as if they were communicating much more through their silence. Their heads both snapped in my direction. Michael had a shocked expression on his face.

“Dirty Diana?” He questioned below a whisper, leaning towards me to ensure no one else would hear his question.

“Yes. I love it.”

“I actually took that one off the setlist.”

“Why?”

“Well, out of respect for you of course. I didn’t think it’d be appropriate to perform that song since it had your name. Obviously, it’s not about you, but I just— I wanted to be respectful.”

“Oh no, it’s my absolute favorite.”

“Okay, I’ll— I can add it back. If you’re okay with it.”

“Of course.”

“That’s—” Michael started, but he was rudely interrupted.

“Ah, I see you found my lovely sister. What’s going on here?” Charles questioned, looking at each of us, completely unaware of the moment he’d just cut in on.

“Oh, nothing.” I smiled, reaching out for his hand. “Charles, this is Michael. Michael, this my husband, Y/N’s brother, Charles.”

“It’s very nice to meet you.” Michael says, shaking his hand firmly.

“The pleasure is all mine. Thank you for fitting us in to your very busy schedule. I know you have upcoming shows and other obligations. Diana insisted I accompany her—”

“Oh, dear, I just invited Y/N to come with me. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner. I do hope you won’t mind.”

“That’s a fantastic idea. My two favorite ladies’ deserve a night out. I know you’ll take great care of them.” Charles nodded towards Michael with a laugh, no doubt relieved he had been free of the commitment. He wasn’t necessarily a fan, but he had grown to enjoy the music, for me of course.

“I’ll keep a close eye on them.” Michael replied, stealing a glance at Y/N who was standing beside him. She smiled at him and when he sent a flirty wink in her direction, she all but crumbled right before our eyes. She looked so happy in his company.

Oh, I love him already.

“Charles, I was just about to come find you. Your father needed us for a toast I believe. Michael, Princess Royal, please excuse us. Oh, and I hope to see you two join us on the dance floor later.” I pulled my husband away, leaving them alone to get to know each other better.

The smile on my face growing wider by the second as we went on our way because I could feel something coming.

And, I couldn’t wait.

*Benjamin’s POV*

“Lady Diana, Sir Charles, it’s great to see you.”

“Hello, how are you Benji?” Charles smiled.

“Hi, Benjamin.” Diana spared me a tight lipped grin, further confirming my suspicions that she wasn’t very fond of me.

“Good, how are you?”

“Fine. It’s quite the turn out. Beautiful, don’t you think? It looks like my mum is enjoying herself.”

“Yes, everything looks great. Charles, have you seen—”

“She’s around here somewhere.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink.

“Ah, thank you.”

“Last I saw her, she was over there with Michael.” He replied, pointing over to the grand entrance. “Charming guy, right honey?”

“Michael?” Who the hell is that?

“Yes.” They answered at the same time.

“Who’s that?” I questioned.

“Michael Jackson.” Diana smiled, nodding her head excitedly. “He’s so sweet. I can’t believe he actually came. Your mother was thrilled.” She added, looking at Charles for approval.

“That, she was.” He confirmed. “She’s going hang that picture up above the mantle.”

“Right.”

“Oh, relax. Benji, no competition. He’s a friend of the family. Diana here is simply star struck.”

“He’s incredibly talented.” She gushed. “I don’t understand how he does it all. I can’t wait for tomorrow—”

“I suppose.”

“Jealousy is a lovely color on you.” Diana joked.

“I’m not jealous. He’s a musician.” I spat.

“He’s more than—” Diana started until she was cut off by Charles’ glare. “He’s very kind.” She spoke, looking away from us.

“Well, I’ll go find her. I’m sure she’s itching to be rid of him.”

“She seemed to be enjoying herself very much. Leave her be.” Diana spoke, but I went off to interrupt them anyway.

I knew better.

I knew her.

*Michael’s POV*

“Would you like to come sit with me?” I asked, burying my hands deep in my pockets so she wouldn’t see me crossing my fingers for luck.

“I’d love to.” I gestured over to my table, unsure if it be inappropriate to guide her by pressing my hand against the curve of her back, so I fought the urge. Yeah, that definitely wouldn’t have been appropriate. Stop looking too. She has a face Michael.

“So—” I began as I pulled out the chair for her.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” I sat down, frantically trying to find what to say next. “Do you go out? I mean— well of course you go out— you don’t stay here all the time— probably go on dates too— look at you— I’m sure that happens a lot— dates— which is cool.” I ran my hands up and down my thighs, what the hell is the matter with me? “Do you have a favorite place in England? That’s what I meant to ask.” Better, now don’t go back to sounding like an idiot.

“Well, I quite enjoy Dreamland. It’s an amusement park we have here. It’s incredible. We don’t get around to it much anymore with all the adult responsibilities getting in the way. Last time, we ended up spending the entire day meeting the people, but it was nice.” She laughed, shrugging in the most lovely manner I’ve ever witnessed. “What about you? What’s your favorite place back in the states?”

“I’d have to say home. I’m the most comfortable there. If I go out it can become quite difficult.”

“Ah, to be loved by the masses. It must be tough to navigate a private life.”

“Yes. I make it work the best I can though. I was lucky enough to find a beautiful piece of land to build on. Everything I need is right there, only a few steps away.”

“That sounds incredible. A lot like this place.”

“I’d assume. Well, other than the tall stone walls, I’m not sure what else there would be that our fortresses have in common.”

“Do you have a library?” She asked quickly.

“Yes.” I nodded, holding up two fingers. “Do you have a pool?”

“Yes.” She smirked, holding up one finger which caused us both to laugh. “Do you have a garden?”

“Yes.” I thought for a moment before continuing. “Do you have a go kart track?”

“What? No. I wish! Wait, do you?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re lying.”

“I wouldn’t dare lie to a princess. I also have a few other attractions.” I said in a teasing tone.

“Attractions? I’m going to need the details. If you don’t mind, of course.”

“Hm.. a Ferris Wheel, a Merry Go Round, some carnival games. Nothing too fancy.”

“Nothing too fancy? It sounds like you live at the home of the mouse!”

“Home of the mouse?” I chuckled although I was very confused.

“Yes! The mouse. You know? All the rides and the big castle—”

“Mickey Mouse? Do you mean Disneyland?” I smiled at her description, it was cute.

“Yes! You’re like Mickey Mouse.”

“I love that comparison, but my home is called Neverland.”

“Neverland. That’s a beautiful name! I think I like it better than Disneyland.”

“You’re more than welcome to visit. I’d love to have you— have you over to visit.” It was bold to say the least, but I couldn’t resist.

“Oh, I’d be careful if I were you. If it’s as magical of a place as you describe, I may never leave.”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“Well, in that case, I’ll have my belongings sent over right away.” She giggled as I fought the need to reach out and caress her cheek.

“I wouldn’t mind.” I repeated, her face softening as she reached over to place her hand on top of mine.

“Did you attend with a plus one or—” She asked, gosh her voice was so beautiful.

“I’m alone— not alone I mean you’re here— I— I don’t have a plus one. Today or ever. Just me.” I rambled.

“That’s perfect. Thank you for sharing. I’m alone too. Not alone, alone. I mean you’re here.” She giggled as she threw my words back at me. Oh, she’s teasing me. I could get use to this.

“So..” Shit. Her hand hasn’t moved, her skin is so smooth. Shit. Don’t freeze up now. Keep the conversation going or she’ll leave. “That’s a really pretty tiara.” I pointed to the top of her head. Wow. Great ice breaker Michael. “You’re pretty— breathtaking really.” Eh, not great but a step in the right direction.

“Thank you. You’re as kind as you are handsome.” She smiled, looking at me as she gave my hand a tender squeeze. I took this moment to allow my gaze to linger. Her dress was a light pink color. She had loose sleeves that reached her elbows. The skirt flowed off her body, falling just short of dragging on the floor. I was admiring her so intently that I didn’t realize her staring at me.

“I’m sorry.” I quickly fixed my gaze at the ground. “You— I’ve never seen anyone— I just needed a proper moment to truly appreciate what’s in front of me.”

“You really have a way with words.” She smiled, leaning towards me to place a gentle kiss on my cheek. “You’re quite the gentleman.”

“What can I say? You’ve got an effect on me.” I laughed off how my cheek was still tingling from her touch.

“When did you arrive in England?” She clasped her hands around mine, waiting for my answer and looking at me like I was the only person in the room.

“My flight got in last night.”

“Oh, you haven’t even been able to explore. You have to see the—”

“Princess Royal, I’ve been looking for you.” A man approached us, interrupting our conversation.

“Benjamin. Hello, this is Michael. He’s been keeping me company.” She smiled at me kindly.

“Well, I can take over from here.” He said sternly, his gaze landing on our entangled hands.

“No need, Michael is great company.” She said, her hands still in mine. She wasn’t letting go. And, I definitely wasn’t letting go.

“Thank you. As are you.” As are you? Why the fuck did I just say that? Thankfully, she seemed to like it. She started laughing, leaning against my arm to keep from falling out of her chair. Shit. Am I irresistible in England?

“Okay, well I’ll go get us some drinks and join you. The both of you, I guess.” He sent a disapproving look my way before walking off. I didn’t think about it much, how could I? I could barely think straight with her sat beside me. As long as she enjoyed my company, I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Are you up for some impromptu sightseeing?” She turned to me with a hopeful smile on her face. “I think we’ve spent enough time amongst the masses.” She joked.

“I’m assuming you’ll be my private tour guide?” I asked, smiling back at her. “If so, then absolutely, yes.” Nice, that was smooth.

“You’re in for a treat! I’m the best tour guide.”

“Lead the way your highness.” She giggled as she gripped my arm, jumping up from our seats at the same time and fast walking towards the nearest exit.

“This way!” She pointed to the left, holding my hand from only a few steps in front of me. I’d give anything for this moment to never end.

Her dress swayed side to side as we made our exit, I held onto my hat, ensuring it wouldn’t leave my head. My shoulders shook as I chuckled at my predicament. Y/N looked over her shoulder at me with a grin on her face that reached all the way up to her eyes.

She’s stunning.

“Scared of heights?” She asked. “It’s only four stories up.” She added, a little more nonchalant than I cared for.

“Not particularly.” Kind of, well yes, very, but I’m not going to tell her that, especially when she’s already crawling out the window onto the roof. Great.

“Come on.”

“Is this safe?” I inquired, curiously inspecting the window sill. “I mean, is this okay?”

“Uh yeah, I believe so. I come up here all the time.” She was out of sight, but I could still hear her clearly. Here goes nothing. “Well, are you coming?” She laughed.

“Yes.” Oh, beautiful woman, I hope you’re worth me scaling a building.

As I crawled onto the roof I spotted her sitting at the edge of the building. Perfect. Just where I was hoping she’d be. I dusted off my knees before making my way over to her. It wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be. A nice, well-built, flat surface to walk on. Carefully, I took a seat next to her, dangling my legs over the edge, away from safety just like her. Respectfully, this woman might be a little crazy.

“Finally, I’m glad you decided to join me.” She teased me.

“Excuse my tardiness, I made a few wrong turns.”

“You were worth the wait.” She said between fits of laughter.

“It’s not everyday a beautiful princess invites me to throw caution to the wind and climb a very tall building. I needed to make some calls and get my affairs in order.”

“Oh, stop.” She laughed harder, her hand resting on my shoulder. “You could’ve said no.”

“Say no? To you? Never.”

“Never?”

“Never. I think I’d do anything to spend more time with you.” I muttered honestly, she heard me, her lips parted slightly as her expression turned to worry.

“You’re scared of heights aren’t you?”

“What gave me away?” I gasped, avoiding looking down at all costs.

“Michael, you’re gripping the roof for dear life.”

“It’s okay, you’re helping me face my fears.”

“Oh, here let me help you. We can sit somewhere else. Away from the edge.” She helped me scoot backwards, making sure I was okay. “I can’t believe you lied! You just told me you wouldn’t dare lie to me when we were inside. I feel awful, are you alright?” She bursted out laughing, slapping my shoulder softly once we were far enough away from the edge.

“I didn’t want the night to end and I didn’t want you to think I was a coward.”

“Our night together would’ve continued, but I would’ve taken you to the balcony instead. And, I don’t think that one bit. It was really sweet— and extremely brave.”

“Brave huh?”

“Very.”

“I’m afraid to find out what else you could get me to do.”

“Hmm.. maybe we’ll try skydiving next?”

“If you really want to— I think I could muster up enough courage to do so. You’ll probably have to hold my hand the entire time though.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” She said shyly, fiddling with the bracelet hanging from her wrist.

“I was told I was in store for a bit of sightseeing, tourist like adventures, yet I don’t see a souvenir cart. Your highness, Miss most gorgeous tour guide, do you care to share the details of this tour?”

“Miss most gorgeous?” She tilted her head, a hint of a smirk pulling at her lips.

“Yes. That is your name isn’t it? It’s very fitting.”

“You’re quite the smooth talker.” She laughed, shaking her head at me. “You’re funny. I like that.”

“Good.” My response short and to the point, but it felt right.

“That over there is Big Ben.”

“There?” I asked, purposely pointing the opposite direction. I was a man with a plan.

“No.” She giggled, grasping at my wrist, directing it the other way under her sweet touch. “It’s right there.”

“Oh, now I see it.” Her hand lingered against my skin, so I took the opportunity to slide my hand into hers. I avoided her gaze, but from the corner of my eye I could see her smile. “That’s beautiful.” I said, relaxing as my hand settled around hers.

“England is most beautiful at night. The street lights look like stars. The city isn’t too loud either.” She went on as if us being this close was normal, like she’d let me do it again.

“I agree. It’s peaceful up here.”

“Tell me something about yourself.” She spoke, poking my hand with her thumb.

“I love hot sauce on my popcorn.”

“Hot sauce? I’ve never tried that.”

“You’re missing out.”

“I guess you’ll have to show me sometime.”

“I’d be honored. Another reason for you to visit Neverland, I have a movie theater and a popcorn machine.”

“Two invitations in one night. Eager are we?”

“Maybe just a little.” I winked at her, making that beautiful sound of joy fall from her lips. “So, what’s something I should know about you?”

“I like M&M’s in my popcorn.”

“Oh, the lady has good taste.”

“What’s your favorite thing about touring?”

“I don’t like it all that much.”

“Really? But, you’re a musician. That’s a big part of the job I’d assume.”

“It is, but I don’t like it all that much. I love meeting people that enjoy what I do. I appreciate them very much. It just takes a toll. The constant traveling is exhausting at times.”

“That makes sense.”

“I can tell you my favorite thing about England. If you’d like to know.” I offered with a smile.

“Yes. What is it?” She seemed so excited to hear my answer and I wanted nothing more than to see her reaction.

“You.”

“I— You don’t mean that.” She blushed, adverting her attention elsewhere.

“My nerves were everywhere, receiving an invitation to an event like this. I almost didn’t come. I had my doubts. People aren’t always the kindest to me, but I was wrong.”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too. It’s like there were so many reasons to hide in a corner, so many reasons to rush through small talk with strangers...” I drifted off, realizing how vulnerable I was being, but surprisingly, I didn’t feel afraid.

“Go on.”

“All those reasons to be afraid and hide simply vanished. Suddenly, they felt so silly, you know? Then…” The sparkle in her eyes was evident with the darkness surrounding us. It grew brighter with each word that fell from my lips.

“Then, what?” Her voice soft, her tone reassuring, like she knew what I was going to say, like she understood.

“Then, there was you.”

[celticcrossanon]

Hi Celta, watching the new video from the Prince & Princess of Wales, I sense that it's like William is the vulnerable one and Catherine is the strong one. She was having her arms around him, like she's strengthening him, and he was holding on to her hands, almost like he needs her more. I am reminded of your reading of how much William was so afraid of losing her. Their love is so palpable, for each other and with their children. And it's so wonderful to see Catherine's parents there too. Their inclusion in the video, I think, is an acknowledgement of how much her parents were and still are their strength and stay for the Wales family. I hope the princess won't push herself too much and will take it slow going back into her public work again. But it's such good news, this video. I am so happy for them, and for us all who adore her.

Hi AranPandora,

I noticed that as well. I have seen the same dynamic play out in several close, loving relationships in my life. The man is always fine as long as his wife is well, but as soon as something happens to her he goes to pieces, and it is made worse if there is nothing he can do to fix the problem (as is the case in most illnesses). It was nice to see Catherine giving comfort to her husband in such a subtle way as well as receiving it from him during her illness. That give and take is what I see in strong, stable, loving relationships.

The love they have for each other and for their children is palpable, and it is lovely to see. You can't fake that kind of emotion. I loved seeing the commoner grandparents included as well. In fact, the scene with them playing cards around a table reminded me of my childhood - Ok, we were playing Blackjack, and gambling with chips, but the sentiment was the same (being taught cards and playing with older family members).

I hope Catherine takes it slow coming back as well so she doesn't overdo things.

The video was a lovely gift from her to us and I am very grateful that she saw fit to release the news in such a way.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

If Harry needs to wine, dine, and schmooze a bunch of corporate sponsors to pay for Birmingham 2027 - I wonder if that is connected with the news he wants to come back for a month to see the RF. Meaning he'll badger the King/William/Anne etc.. for money either for himself (his inheritance) or directly for the games.

https://www.express.co.uk/news/royal/1926720/anxious-prince-harry-planning-month-long?utm_source=daily_express_newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=lunch_royal_newsletter&utm_content=&utm_term=&ruid=218955f3-1f63-4494-b8cc-6736ae65518d

Harry's return to the UK in September is nothing more than a grift to be available as Counsellor of State when Charles and Camilla go to Australia.

They've already announced that Charles and Camilla will tour Australia in October as part of their travel for the 2024 CHOGM, which is taking place in Samoa. CHOGM is October 21 - 25, 2024, so:

Give a 2-3 day break between the tour and CHOGM so they can rest, the Aussie tour will probably end around October 16.

Official royal tours of Australia are about 8-10 days. It's probably safe to assume a longer tour since a) this is probably going to be King Charles's only official tour/visit to Australia (given the distance, his age, and his health) and b) he can't work the same packed agenda he used to (given his health) so it may be a bit slower-paced. So if the tour ends around October 16, then they'll probably leave the UK around October 6th.

Meaning the Counsellors of State notice will be around October 5th.

And also the article (which is actually quoting/sourcing The Closer, a known gossip rag who's recently become a Sussex mouthpiece) cleverly doesn't say when Harry plans to go to the UK, just that he wants to be there for a longer trip, about a month long, and wants it to overlap with his birthday, which is September 15th.

We're assuming that Harry will go September 1 to October 1 because when we think "month", "first to the first" is the usual convention. But for all we know, Harry could be thinking about going, say, September 8th to October 8th, and oh, what do you know, Charles is out of the country so Harry could be called up for Counsellor of State duties because he just so happens to be in the UK.

So bingo-bango, presto-whammo: the royal shine is back on the Duke of Sussex because he has a new fancy letters patent listing him alongside The Prince of Wales, The Duke of Edinburgh, and The Princess Royal.

But sure, he's going to see his father and his aunt who recently suffered a scary accident because he misses them soooooooo much.

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soft launch / l. williamson

part two of superstar! jsut somethjng small for the birthday girl. i am also scared of making a social media fic so if this is shit.. dhmu. also YES i made myself part of the band cause the idea of having mini urdrowning fan accounts is hilarious.

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leahwilliamsonn: Bit of a meet and greet 🤍

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alexscott2 Fair enough, your music taste isn’t all that bad 🤣

↳ leahwilliamsonn You should have more faith in me ⠀ mate

assenalwfc THEY WENT TO A (your band name) CONCERT?? leah who’s ur bias.. 🤨🧐

lw6lliams0n who’s that behind alex

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li0nesss65 Leahhh i love u so much

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yourinstagram: brighton you are always incredible. sorry i fell over mid song <3

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urdrowning oh but it was so funny

↳ yourinstagram and you wouldn’t even help me ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ up.. you’re a monster.

lw6lliams0n anyone else seeing that lw6 like?

↳ weredrowning I THOUGHT IWAS THE ONLY ONE ⠀ WHI NOTICED IT

↳ assenalwfc i meann she did go to the concert in ⠀ ⠀ london last week.

r0rysupremacy i saw y/n y/ln fall over live and tbh i can die happy

↳ yourinstagram it’s like you guys enjoy my ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ suffering??

↳ weredrowning girl quit responding to comments ⠀ ⠀ and go make new music 🙄

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lgb3attie y/n like and comment?? somethings going on here .. 🧐

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assenalwfc they are dating. nobody can tell me differently. if you disagree, you’re wrong.

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lgb3eattie i’m literally begging you guys to confirm it. i can’t handle the teasing anymore.

keirawalsh Get me some spare tickets next time

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urdrowning only decent.. okay i’m a wales supporter now instead. CYMRU 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

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lgb3attie FUCKING FINALLY

amberrosegill Welcome to the wag life.

urdrowning do u think u could get me alessia’s number @/leahwilliamsonn. please ur dating my bandmate

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[elderberries-and-honey]

The only thing Lawrence could hear other than his own footsteps against the cobblestone beneath his shoes was blood pumping in his ears as he approached Mr. O'Doyle's gentlemen's club.

He had no plans to become the richest man in Ireland, nor did he even want to be. He just needed to put his money into something that would generate enough wealth to pass down to his children, and their children's-children, and each step pushed him closer towards his new dream of finding a way to secure this new-found wealth.

Inside, there were only half a dozen other men; smoking cigars and playing poker, beers already cracked and opened at half past noon. None of them even noticed his arrival, too entranced by the idea of winning big, as if their pockets needed to be any heavier.

These men didn't shout or curse or cheer the way people did in the pubs back in Wales; instead they were focused and poised, their attention locked into the hand in front of them. But they weren't betting with their families' milk money; children's new shoe money; or gambling with their rent. They played just to show their opponents that they could win.

As he passed by the table, Lawrence couldn't help thinking how he could put any old drunk from his hometown at that table, and they'd be able to walk away with enough money for a new cow and then some.

As he climbed up the steps towards Mr. O'Doyle's office space, he heard two voices speaking up above his head, the grip on his briefcase handle tightening as he listened in on their conversation.

“I had truly hoped after it passed the house of commons…” A man’s voice grumbled.

“I had a feeling it wouldn't pass through the lords, what bullocks!” A woman replied.

“I had thought with Gladstone," there was a long pause, as if the man was sighing or perhaps thinking, "we might stand a chance.” The man sounded disappointed, almost pained.

Lawrence had very little knowledge about what they were discussing, only that Gladstone was the current prime minister.

When he finally reached the top, he located where the voices were coming from and peered inside, where a woman with bright, almost wildly curly red hair sat holding a newspaper and a man looked over her shoulder as he puffed away on his pipe.

The woman was the first to notice him and invited him to enter; her voice was stiff, almost as though it were unmoving, but her eyes were kind.

The man introduced himself as Mr. O'Doyle, offering a sturdy handshake and a friendly smile before gesturing towards the red-headed woman standing next to him, who he introduced as his wife, Florence O’ Doyle. He explained that she would be listening in on their meeting, as she operated as something like a secretary for him.

After the last syllable left Mr. O’ Doyle’s lips, “flaw-ruhns”, Lawrence felt a tug buried within his chest and grimaced for only a split second before regaining his composure; he knew he couldn’t dwell, nor did he want to mention the coincidence and put a damper on the mood. 

After more pleasantries were exchanged, Mr. O’Doyle invited Lawrence to take a seat and have a cigar, which he politely declined.

Once situated, Lawrence pulled out the blueprints an architect had drawn up for him and laid them on the table, proceeding to tell them of his plans for the mortuary, and ask for their investment into his business.

They both listened wordlessly, but watched on with intent while Mr. O' Doyle resumed puffing away on his pipe. Their vacant stares only added to Lawrence’s nervousness, and he could only hope they didn’t notice the sweat forming above his brow. However, the more he spoke, the more confident he became even with their expressionless faces.

When he was finished, the room fell into a dead silence, aside from Mr. O'Doyle's lips puckering and unpuckering tightly around the mouthpiece of his pipe; his brows furrowed deeply in thought.

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[myadmiringmind]

Illness and Comfort |Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin Masterlist

Word Count: 822

Genre: Fluff | Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Remus Lupin x wife!reader

Summary: Comforts from the upcoming moon.

Warnings: pain, sickness, symptoms of being a werewolf, Remus not feeling well enough to get out of bed.

Characters mentioned: The Marauders

Key:

Cariad = love (welsh)

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|PICTURES DO NOT BELONG TO ME|

Stepping out of the fireplace with a flash of green you listened curiously to your surroundings. When you saw that Remus was not in his usual chair you worried that he had bed-ridden himself.

You used the floo powder network to get to the small Wizarding village, the closest to you, in Wales, hoping to find all you needed. You were in luck, but you felt your luck had been used up when you heard the awful coughs from the upstairs of your cottage.

You quickly dashed around your home, anxious to put all of your purchases away and get to your husband.

With record breaking time (by muggle standards) you placed everything in the correct spots, neatly (with the help of your magic), and carried the tray of food, medicine, tea, and water to your bedroom.

“My love,” You said in greeting, taking in your husband's appearance with regret.

Though you now had access to the Wolfsbane potion, which allowed Remus to keep a sound mind during his monthly transformation, it didn’t stop the pain that came leading up or during his transformation. And with the two of you growing older, Remus’ body was unable to recover the way it once could.

But, if we are talking about differences, you should make it a point to mention Remus’ face at the sight of your appearance. His face had once filled with shame, anger, helplessness, and longing when you saw him in such a state. Now, his face brightened increasingly as though you were the hero coming to protect him from the monsters.

“Cariad,” he greeted you in his mother tongue while making a move to sit up.

“None of that, my love, let me help you so you do not strain yourself more.” You rushed to his side as you noticed his movement.

Remus' chuckle sounded painful but he still smiled through his grimace.

“I apologize, my dear, I was quite excited to see you.” He responded.

“I am your wife, you see me everyday.” You say with an airy tone.

Remus made a noise of appreciation as he looked at you with all the wonder in the world.

You brushed some of the wispy hairs from his forehead and kissed it once.

“Fever?” Remus questioned

Your lips thinned, “Yes.” You moved to open the window in your bedroom.

“Don’t worry, my darling.” He replied as if meant to assure you.

“I’ve been looking into some muscle relaxer potions.” You said, a little absentmindedly.

Remus shook his head, “You don’t have to do that-“

“I should’ve done it a long time ago.” You cut in, your tone making it very clear that you didn’t want Remus’ disapproval.

Remus grabbed your hand gently, and ran his thumb over the back of your hand in soothing circles, “What I mean, is I don’t want you to make yourself sick worrying about me.”

“I always worry about you.” You say with vulnerability that you no longer withheld.

Remus smiled, “As I do you. Whatever will happen, will happen, so let’s enjoy our time now.”

“Yes.” You agreed quietly

After a moment of affectionate gazing, that would have Sirius gagging, you said, “I brought you up some food, have you eaten anything?”

Remus shook his head no, causing your brows to furrow in worry, but you looked away so that he would not be displeased.

He noticed anyway, “I wasn’t very hungry, and I didn’t want to make you rush.” Remus said.

“I suppose we should start keeping some snacks in our room, so that you don’t need to face the same problem.” You replied.

Remus nodded, “That would be a good idea.” His face shown in content, much to your pleasure.

“Here,” using your wand, you levitated the tray of Remus’ food and drinks so that it could comfortably hover in the air above his lap.

“I'll go get some more food, I don’t think this will be enough.” You made your way to turn when Remus let out a small shout of disagreement.

“No!” The tray of food magically moves itself so that Remus doesn’t knock it all over as he reaches for you. The look on his face tells you the unspoken words of “all I want is for you to be here.”

“Rem.” You start, but Remus only shakes his head.

You let out a little sigh, and Remus grins, knowing he’s won.

You move to your side of the bed, sitting on top of the covers. You watch as Remus digs into his plate while trying to make small talk with you.

When he’s done and the tray is moved, he lays his head on your chest. Your hand subconsciously goes to his head, your nails scratching and soothing him.

“I love you.” You can hear in his voice that he’s about to fall asleep.

“I love you, Rem.” With a gentle kiss upon his forehead you know he’s asleep.

[ellecdc]

helloo i’m freaking out

i just re-read “surprise! we’re making love” bc dah it’s a masterpiece and i’m obsessed w that fic and “a man with a plan”. (the way u write remus it’s just 🤌🏼FUCKING PERFECT ILYSM) and idk if i dreamt it or if there was a second part to that fic and pls if there was WERE IS IT I CANT FIND IT AND IM FREAKING OUT and if there wasn’t, im not gonna ask u to write one bc i don’t want to be annoying, but could u tell me how there story ends?☺️ i need to know they lived happily ever after in a beautiful cottage with lots of flowers and birds chirping

byeeee!! ilysm you are amazing hope u have a great week!!!��💕💕💕

hahaha aweeee thank you, I'm so glad you loved it - I really like that fic too

and you must have dreamt it because there isn't a part two! I know how I want it to end but I don't think it would actually make an interesting or engaging fic (it would fall painfully flat in comparison to it's first part)

essentially, I imagine them talking more that night - reader saying to Remus "I'm engaged to be married....." and remus going "I know..............I'm a werewolf" and reader going "I know......"

turns out she was just as invested in him, she just hadn't realized it. but since being top of her class in astronomy (i.e., tracking moon cycles) and noticing peculiarities about Remus following such cycles, she managed to put two and two together.

they do sort of 'date' but it's quiet and soft and timid and maybe perhaps a bit awkward at first - Sirius is sort of against it and says something like "mate, you need to be careful - she comes from another world entirely, and they are not kind to their own let alone anyone else", which sort of pisses Remus off but he understands where he's coming from.

Remus plays a little bit of interference between Avery and reader while at school; showing up and sitting between them if Avery approaches her etc

now it's important to note that in this AU, I do have Voldemort BUT he's not the crazy fuck like he is in canon and it's not a war of sorts, but rather a political campaign and a lot of internal strife within the ministry

like canon, the purebloods/sacred 28 support riddle, with the exception of Crouch sr who agrees with pureblood supremacy but is running for Ministry of Magic himself

but my thought is that they get off the Hogwarts express at platform 9 3/4, Remus stands with his parents and Sirius and James with the Potters.

reader steps off the train with the Rosier twins, Regulus, and Barty and are chatting when the opposite half of the platform grows eerily quiet and readers name is called.

reader et al. look over to see readers parents standing with the Avery's and a very smug looking Avery jr., the Rosier's looking as severe as ever, and the Black's looking at Regulus expectantly.

Crouch sr shows up too, not standing with the other pureblood's but essentially on that side

and the group realizes they need to make a decision - the Rosier's don't feel like going back home to grey walls and apathetic parents who only had children to further their blood line and parade them around at balls, Regulus doesn't want to go back home without his brother to maniacal parents who use Regulus for political gain, and Junior doesn't want to return home to his abusive father who has never felt anything more than disdain for his son anyway.

and reader....well....she's not marrying Avery.

so the five of them shrink their bags, put their belongings into their pockets and they run

they head for the brick wall to cross into the muggle side of the station while dodging curses and hexes being thrown at them from their parents - an unforgivable from Crouch sr which actually finds him in Azkaban in the end

James, Sirius, and Remus find them all hiding in an alleyway in muggle London - the Potter's insist they come to their place, hire lawyers, sue their parents/are emancipated

and Remus ends up bringing reader home to Wales where they live in the Lupin's cottage and she's never been happier

lol

the end

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day 1 - Prompt: Day @wolfstarmicrofic

January Daily Series - 499 words

**Series 2/5 in a continuous multi-ship story**

<<<Previous Series OR Beginning

Sirius traipsed along the pavement idly following Padfoot’s bushy tail as the dog drifted from ice-crested grass on one side to scrubby plants on the other. His massive head bobbed as he attempted to sniff every rock, plant, or insect that appeared in front of his nose. Padfoot’s shaggy black fur naturally fell over his eyes, despite Sirius’s attempts to train it with clips. More often than not, Padfoot aimlessly wandered through the day unconcerned about anything further than a metre in front of his face.

“Let me know if you find anything interesting, mate,” he said, grinning when the dog sneezed. “Or just snot all over it. That’s fine too.”

Padfoot’s tail wagged at the sound of his voice, but he was far too enthralled in his olfactory exploration to acknowledge him. That was fair, really. Wales was new to him and filled with interesting scents.

Sirius appreciated his interest. With a coastline seemingly carved by a giant spoon, brine-filled sea air, and crisp, citrusy fir trees, southern Wales had a magical quality to it. Each time he returned, the freshness of it wrenched the urban mustiness from his lungs.

He studied the rocky cliffs that jutted into the sea. Every one of them wore a grassy toupee atop their jagged limestone heads. Perhaps Wales needed a trim too, he mused.

“Hello there, Padfoot.”

Sirius’s head snapped up, surprised to find a stranger crouching down a few metres ahead with his hand outstretched. The man wore a brown beanie that crushed honey-tipped curls against his face. He hadn’t noticed him approaching from the other side of the path’s curve.

A stranger to him, but clearly not to Padfoot. The dog woofed excitedly as he dragged Sirius forward. Given the bloke’s relaxed demeanour, he wasn’t at all bothered by the sight of a ten stone ball of fur rushing at him. That was his first mistake.

A metre away, Padfoot ripped the leash free and leapt at the man with his tongue lolling and his paws outstretched. Sirius gasped, clapping a hand to his mouth as time slowed to allow an unstoppable force to meet an unsteady object. The impact rippled through the air as the dog knocked the flailing man onto his back.

“Fuck!”

Sirius lunged forward and grabbed Padfoot’s collar. He struggled to pull the dog back while Padfoot determinedly slobbered all over the man’s face. “Pads! Heel, you twat!”

Padfoot did. He planted his bottom on the man’s middle, trapping him beneath his bulk. A sharp grunt escaped the beanie-clad fellow before becoming a breathy laugh.

“Nice to see you too,” he said.

Staring down at the man’s lopsided grin, Sirius shook his head incredulously. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, fine.”

Sirius glanced between them, frowning. “How do you know my dog?”

“James.”

Of course. I should have known.

“Sorry about…this,” Sirius said, gesturing helplessly.

He chewed his lip as his gaze flicked over Sirius. Then, he held out his hand. “I’m not. Name’s Remus. Remus Lupin.”

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