#ILU Victoria!!!

[penguinity]

Victoria Coren Mitchell is an absolutely bewildering host on Only Connect. It's like you took the soul of Gene Wilder's Willy Wonka and had him host Jeopardy with - and this is crucial - technical perfection. Every contestant is so very straight-laced and their host makes jokes about the c-word with a straight face. She's perfection.

#only connect #victoria coren mitchell #ilu

[knife-depot]

#look how GOOD wife looks !!!!! #victoria ilu #sinsa u look fine also ig #alchemy stars

[cryptidvoidwritings]

She’s beauty and she’s grace…

#hyla mayrose perillo #hyla ilu 😂 #cats us tour 6 #cats us tour 2021 #victoria (cats)

[roastyoualive]

Oh my gosh! We're 2 weeks into the new year?? Already?? How has it treated you? I hope well. But I think when it comes to the new year we focus way too much on change- What we want to change and improve. But I think we need to reflect on things that were consistent; How you tackled every hard day you were faced with the past year, how you persevered, the love you have for things that give you joy. And I hope those stay a constant in this year, too. Most importantly, I hope this year treats you kindly. I hope it treats you so kindly that you get to slow down and live softly. We've all been busy surviving, but each and every one of us deserves to take a rest and just be. Be safe, treat yourself with some kindness; take a warm shower, have your favorite drink. I'm cheering you on! -- 💜💜 Victoria

"You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' " - Eleanor Roosevelt

Feel Good

Aww!! These are still one of my favourite things to get in my inbox. They always make my day! I hope you’ve been having a better time lately. You absolutely deserve it. Keep being your lovely self, and remember we all adore you!!

#&& extinguished; ooc #save #ILU VICTORIA <3

[theaskywalker]

My Masterlist

The Hobbit

Imagines

Great Eagles

Lake Town

Khuzdul Insults

Erebor

Thorin Oakenshield

A Heir

Gandalf's Apprentice

Silent Protector

Love Braids

Kili An Elven Lady

His Saviour

Archery Lessons

Storytellers

Fili

Wedding

Khuzdul

Storytellers

Unexpected Guest

Bofur

A Dwarven Toystore

A New Life

Bombur

A Dwarven Toystore

Bifur

Battlefield

A Dwarven Toystore

Bilbo Baggins

Afternoon Tea

Dinner at Bag End

Legolas Greenleaf

Silvan Elves

Human Friend

An Elvish Courtship

Dwalin

Prancing Pony

Radagast the Brown

Dol Guldur

Thranduil

Elven Warrior

Headcanons

Thorin & Company as Zodiac Signs (coming soon)

How would they react to a s/o of elvish heritage (coming soon)

Thorin Oakenshield

Thorin falling in love with Bilbo's twin sister (coming soon)

Kili

Being in a love triangle with Kili and Tauriel would include

Bofur

Sleeping in

Being Bofur's younger sister and joining him on the Quest

Fili

Having a crush on Fili would include

Chronicles of Narnia

Imagines

Peter Pevensie

His High Queen

Hurt

Close Friends

Edmund Pevensie

Nymph

Marriage Proposal

Close Friends

Lucy Pevensie

The Wardrobe

An Invitation for Tea

Close Friends

Susan Pevensie

Winter Fun

Midnight Masquerade

Close Friends

Caspian

Royal Child

Quest

Headcanons

Chronicles of Narnia Characters as Zodiac Signs

The Pevensie Siblings as Scents

House of the Dragon

Twilight

The Mummy

Imagines

A Desert Warrior (Ardeth Bay)

The Egyptian Priest (Imhotep)

Adopted Sister (Jonathan & Evelyn Carnahan)

Comrades (Rick O'Connell)

Horus (Ardeth Bay)

Egyptology (Evelyn Carnahan)

A Decade Apart (Ardeth Bay)

Night at the Museum

Imagines

Her King (Ahkmenrah)

The Golden Trio (Jedediah & Octavius)

A Lesson in History (Sacagawea)

A Song for Her (Ahkmenrah)

A Knight in Shining Armor (Lancelot)

Night to Remember

Great Royal Wife (Ahkmenrah)

The Secret of the Tablet

Nightmare Before Christmas

Imagines

Unlikely Friends (Sally)

Halloween Town (Jack Skellington)

A Lesson in Herbology (Sally)

Christmas (Jack Skellington)

Damsel in Distress (Sally)

Corpse Bride

Imagines

Mozart (Emily)

Her Faithful Governess (Victoria Everglot)

An Awkward Suitor (Victor Van Dort)

Family Jewels (Emily)

A Friend in Need (Victoria Everglot)

Fireflies (Victor Van Dort)

Studio Ghibli

Imagines

Witch's Apprentice (Zeniba)

Frozen Lemonade (Kiki)

Cat Bureau (Baron Humbert)

Bathhouse (Chihiro)

Her Sister's Helper (Sophie)

Spirit World (Haku)

Picnic (Howl)

Coquelicot Manor (Umi)

Dreams (Haku)

Whisper of her Heart (Shizuku)

A Sister's Duty (Pazu & Sheeta)

Savior (Howl)

Carte Postale (Kiki)

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

Avatar

Imagines

Ilu (Lo'ak)

Chief's Daughter (Neteyam)

Spirit Tree (Tsireya)

Metkayina Way (Ronal)

Inkheart

Imagines

Dragon's Breath (Dustfinger)

1001 Nights (Farid)

#the hobbit #the chronicles of narnia #twilight #house of the dragon #the mummy #the mummy returns #night at the museum #nightmare before christmas #corpse bride #studio ghibli #spirited away #kiki's delivery service #howl's moving castle #whisper of the heart #from up on poppy hill #castle in the sky #harry potter #fantastic beasts #avatar #avatar the way of water #inkheart

[winepresswrath]

the grammies (grammys) are useless, unless of course the babygirls are winning. anyway congratulations victoria ilu!!!

#boygenius and billie also winning delights me

[fudokaze]

thoughts on titans 4x02 (spoilers ahead)

the little girl is so cute, don’t hurt her pls

I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY’S WATCHING MEEEEE (lit song choice fr)

poor conner :(

tim is always so so so cute

so glad dick and kory already believe him, or seem to do so at the very least. i am not in the mood for big misunderstandings within the titans and stuff, thank u very much

dickkory best parents

“we need to question it” ah. /neg

angry dick is kinda fine I’M SORRY

“sneaking pics of me, grayson?” I WOULD KORY, I WOULD

gar is so fucking cute

“i would appreciate if you didn’t tell dick i almost pissed myself” tim my baby fr

i am so confused but ok

the way kory walks is so mother

kory, CHOKE ME

yes, the man is dying, but is it rlly about him when gorgeous woman?

rachel has such cool powers fr

dick bb ilu but don’t interrupt my girl’s visions

give my boy gar a hug now

seb is so cute when he isn’t carving fox’s eyes out of their heads

damn, they found the place pretty quick

music choices this season so far are so cool ngl

this house is pretty, can i move here

nooo dick turned off the music boo tomato tomato /j

oh, dead momma rip

hug tim rn thnx

gar is so sweet to my boy, yes thanks

the visuals in the nightmare/dream sequence are very cool. the grainy effect is such a cool add.

“my name is raven” omg

she is so pretty, and she is so gentle with the little girl, it’s so sweet :(

she is kind of doing what dick did for her back in season one and it’s the cutest thing to see

THEY BETTER KEEP THE LITTLE GIRL I LOVE HER SO MUCH ALREADY

unrelated to the plot, but if they casted teagan croft as something like a younger sister to victoria pedretti etc, i would eat it up

seb, i’d buy ur tetris on a larger scale dw

but go to a therapist pls cuz wtf

did they just… kill the villain immediately

????????????????

i’m not mad at the writers, but like. what now

unrelated again to the point, but teagan’s voice has matured so much which is awesome

oh :( seb’s mom :(

poor seb had such a bad day

oh, the lady. evil lady.

but she kind of fine

dick with children !!!!!!!!!

bruce sucks but anyway i appreciate the scene of dick comforting the little girl

SOBBING THIS SCENE IS SO CUTE

adopting this lil girl fr

CONNER IS FREEEEEEEE

idk what everyone’s thoughts on this season is so far, i haven’t checked, but i think dick has definitely become more and more of a good titan. he is not doing everything by himself anymore, and he is trusting the others, while also being a great lead. it feels like a natural change after the last season’s happenings, like he managed to learn, and idk. i’m happy abt it

the titans playing uno <3

“why is it never easy to leave this city?” lmao

OH. IM SORRY BUT. SHE IS SO MOTHER.

female villains r always so fine

oh she is KICKING THEIR ASS

oml go kory?_!#(€!€!!

damn ok explosion

“what happened?” “you saved our ass”

omg white hair rachel is kind of a serve (ik that is not the takeaway from this but)

OH. OHHHHHHH. THE ENDING SCENE. OH.

tell me this means we WILL get the iconic scene of rachel saying her iconic line pls

4x01 reaction here

#dc titans #season 4

[notenoughmuses]

❛ Why were they coming after you? ❜ / Dany for Viserys @westerosiqueens also hi Victoria ilu I miss u

"Maybe it's because I tried to help Yunkai and make it better and less....slave trade, try to get import and exports, make it a better city then just a slave city of the Masters?!" He told Daenerys as he finally relaxed in the throne room of Meereen. "It's not going over as well as it is here...and thats saying something."

#omg MARI!!! MY LOVE! #i have missed you so much omg!!!

[zoomingupthathilla]

Well, hello! It's my pleasure to welcome you to March! You've made it 61 days into 2024. Somehow, to me, that feels both too many days and too few. I hope this month has great things in store for you- Better than what February bestowed you. I hope that you're able to heal; Heal from things you're vocal about, and most especially that you're able to heal from things that you aren't vocal about. To heal is to grieve. So let yourself feel what you need. I believe as the days grow longer and she sunshine comes near that better things will come our way. I'm here for you, and I'm cheering you on. Take this time to celebrate another month down by doing some self-care, whatever it make look like for you. Until next week! -- 💜💜 Victoria

“Our sorrows and wounds are healed only when we touch them with compassion.” — Buddha

ilu!! and I am always cheering you on<3 don't forget to give yourself a little self care ❤️

#havvkinsqueen #;answered asks #ooc #{mad max out

[hostica-a]

Happy Friday! It's been a while since I've been around properly, but I promise to try and make these at least every Friday; weekly. Positivity is what brought me back to the roleplay community, so I'm hoping to spread a little positivity your way.

This week I want to remind you to embrace the beauty of transformation, for it is in change that we find our true selves. We are an every-evolving tapestry of experiences and growth. Each chapter of our lives shapes us, molding us into the individuals we are today.

As we navigate the twists and turns of our journey, let us cherish the memories that have shaped us, the lessons that have enlightened us, and the people we once were. For they are an integral part of the incredible mosaic that is our existence.

In the face of change, it's crucial to keep moving forward, embracing the unknown with open hearts and unwavering determination. You've got this! - Nikki -`♡´-

"We all change, when you think about it, we're all different people; all through our lives, and that's okay, that's good, you've gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be." - The Eleventh Doctor

Omg, Nikki, you and Victoria are so sweet ! I'm so glad to see you around again, you're a great part of my dash and I've been wondering where you've been. TYSM for this, ilu guys ❤️

#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ⚘ 🥀 ━◞ From The Mun ⊱ #⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ⚘ 🥀 ━ ◞ Keepsakes ⊱

[organisationskoval]

252) National Socialist Network (NSN) - została utworzona przez członków Lads Society i Antipodean Resistance pod koniec 2020 r. Jest to grupa neonazistowska z siedzibą w Melbourne, która twierdziła, że w październiku 2020 r. Była aktywna w Adelaide, Melbourne, Sydney, Brisbane, Canberra, Perth i kilku regionalnych miastach, ale nie ujawniłaby, ilu członków lub współpracuje z grupą. Przysięgał wprowadzić „białą rewolucję” i otwarcie opisał rdzennych Australijczyków jako „subhuman i małpy”. Anglują także antysemickie i inne rasistowskie zachowania. Jego przywódcą jest Thomas Sewell, były żołnierz armii australijskiej i neonazista, który jest także liderem Lads Society. Grupa pomogła zorganizować grupę około 38 młodych białych mężczyzn, którzy paradowali z nazistowską symboliką i krzyknęli ofensywne hasła w regionie Grampians w weekend Dnia Australii w styczniu 2021 r. W marcu 2021 r. dowództwo policji Victoria Controrrorism oskarżyło Sewella o afray, lekkomyślnie powodując obrażenia i nielegalny napad po tym, jak rzekomo uderzył ochroniarza pracującego dla dziewięciu sieci w Docklands w Melbourne. Domniemany napad miał miejsce przed transmisją bieżącego raportu o romansie na temat organizacji Sewella. 14 maja 2021 r. Sewell został aresztowany przez policję za terroryzm. Staje w obliczu szeregu zarzutów, w tym domniemanego rozboju w uzbrojeniu w Taggerty.

[angelsalcedo]

Más de 3 mil Victorianos presenciaron el regreso del tradicional encendido del túnel de Navidad en la avenida Negra Hipólita de La Victoria. El evento contó con la presencia de el mandatario municipal, Juan Carlos Sánchez y agradeció públicamente a todos los hombres y mujeres que por más de tres meses trabajaron arduamente para hacer de esta hermosa una realidad. Además, extendió su agradecimiento a la empresa privada adornos ILU por construir el árbol de Navidad más grande de toda la región. Luego de los agradecimientos, ell alcalde le cedió el honor a la gobernadora Karina Carpio para que dirigiera el encendido. Es necesario destacar, que los espacios de esta concurrida calle, también funcionará la ruta de sabores y saberes que cuenta con más de 100 emprendedores que, durante toda la época decembrina ofrecerán a los consumidores diferentes delicias culinarias, artesanías y más. Con información de la Dirección de Comunicación e Información del Municipio Ribas. #ribas #aragua #navidad #encendido #venezuela (en Venezuela) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClcU8Auuxr0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#ribas #aragua #navidad #encendido #venezuela

[toelessbastard]

but also rip victoria o7 ilu im so sorry u have to deal w thus

[spiltscribbles]

Prompt: Pro Athlete Sirius because that my and Remus' kink

~Notes: OMFG VICTOrIA!!!! I FUCKING SCREECHED!!!! lkadfjlaksdgjoiaejfalskdgjioeugisfkldshg Yes tis my kink as well!!! And then I saw this from Nonny and worlds collided and BOOM! I hope you like this my love<3<3 You incredibly talented sugarplum!!! TBH I want to write a thousand more things in this AU XD

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FROM THIS LIST  |  Send Me A Prompt!💜 | A REBLOG MEANS THE GALAXY!!💜

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When Remus was young— surrounded by the light breeze of the Welsh coast and the harmony of birds chirping in the distance— he would follow his mother to their small garden behind their cottage  at the cusp of twilight as his father cooked their supper, and he’d watch as she laid flat all sorts of newspapers written in French and Arabic and English, watch as she brought her red pen against the ink and marked the articles with underlines and shorthand he wouldn’t understand for years still.

He asked her once, when he was barely eight years old, why she bothered to keep up with so many different publications, why she read the same story penned by countless perspectives when all the facts stayed the same at the end of the day. And he remembers how she had let out a quick, shrill of a laugh, tossing back her golden head while sucking in a puff from the bubbling hookah she had set up besides her— a habit she acquired from her Algerian, refugee parents, and one that became synonymous to those late nights in Remus’s eyes.

“Facts can be wielded to someone’s personal vendettas, Remus John,” she had crooned in that adoring way of hers whenever she spoke to him— honey eyes that were the same color and shape to Remus’s own flashing alight and their matching smiles going crooked in her stunningly beautiful face. 

“Oh.” Remus had replied, still confused as all get out but was perfectly fine with just holding his small vigil, watching her beneath moonlight and the soft glow of their outdoors lamps, as he listened to the shuffling of papers while she commenced this odd quirk. 

It’s a decade and a half later—  as his editor for the Phoenix, a small, but bustling online editorial that plans on dethroning the likes of Politico and Vox in only a matter of years, scans his latest findings on the corrupt boosters linked to MP Avery from Leeds— when Remus thinks he suddenly understands what his mother, with her keen eyes and pixelated air, had meant by facts in how they can be colored differently simply by the words surrounding them. And he wonders if one day soon, one of his bylines will join her little stack of stories, if she’ll be proud of him even if she says as much even now, when he’s a lost twenty-something stumbling through life in the capitol and barely making it as is, between his actual job and the gig he has at the coffee shop nearest his dingy flat he shares with three other blokes.

“Mmm, this is good, Lupin,” Dorcas declares after what feels like an eon, dropping her long, dark legs from where they were lounging leisurely on her desk and scuffs out her cigarette in a pretty, glass ashtray. “Send it over to Flores to look into deeper, maybe it’ll corroborate the info she’s already gotten from her sources.”

Remus feels himself bristle, hopes that it doesn’t show, that his face stays passive as he contends, “I think I should at least help her write the expose, I’m the one who got this bombshell.”

“That’s not how it works, sweets,” Dorcas toots, tossing back her dark head of curls as she rises, perching on the corner of her desk delicately and looking down, straight into his gaze. “I know it’s frustrating, but you’re fresh blood. barely six months here, but Alice has been with us for years. This is her baby, and we’re just here to nurture it.”

“So I’ll have to wait another ten months, at least,  to get the same treatment?” He argues in an admittedly petulant way, making Dorcas laugh endearingly, and Remus is suddenly,  searingly reminded of his age, and how he’s the youngest staffer that this London based news outlet has on hand. 

“C’mon, love, it won’t be that long for someone as sharp as you, just be patient, and don’t try to pull a Zoe Barnes on us, yeah? You’re far too pretty to clean up on the rails of  the tube.” Dorcas tousles a hand into his dark tawny curls, and Remus holds back the roll to his eyes that he feels willing up inside of him as he stands fully.

“Thanks Cas.”

She smiles beatifically, and throws him a wink. “You’re joining Emmy for the report tomorrow on those United footballers and their fundraiser for the hospital, yeah?”

“Bright and early,” Remus replies, still feels a bit miffed that he was chosen to write up the charity function, considering he doesn’t know a lick about football and doesn’t really get on with anyone who does. But Caradoc— their typical sports reporter— is out sick with the flew, so it’s on him. “I’ll have it on your desk early enough so it’ll be published by tea time.”

“Good man,” Dorcas says in thanks, picking up her crowing cellphone before waving him off.

Remus isn’t all that surprised when he strides out of the office only to find Benjy Fenwick sitting against the opposite wall, knees pressed to his chest and quickly scrambling up when he catches sight of Remus. Sometimes it’s impossible to believe that the bespectacled man in front of him is one of the top editors for the Phoenix, that he’s a regular corespondent for places like the BBC or CNN— that his rebukes against the piss poor inquiries waged during PMQs have become more anticipated than the sessions themselves. Remus tends to forget all of that when he sees him like this, messy haired and wearing a graphic T-shirt with some marvel superhero embossed on the front. “Wotcher Remus.”

“Hiya Remus says, smiling softly and rocking back on his heels. “You wanted to talk to the sergeant then?”

“Huh? Oh, no, no. I didn’t want to talk to Dorcas, I just— Erm, I know you were showing her that stuff you got from that intern, Pettigrew, and i know you were chafed about not getting any opportunity here so—“ He trails off, scratching the back of his head and studying a point over Remus’s shoulder, and it’s all too endearing, and Remus is so beyond thankful he’s made such a good friend here.

“No cigar,” he says in answer to the unspoken question, shrugging noncommittally even if he feels like shit over it.

Benjy nods, face contrite in a way that tells Remus he never thought it would’ve went otherwise. “I’m sorry, that’s bollocks.”

“’S whatever,” Remus shrugs off the apology, begins walking down the hall and straightening his report to hand over to Alice. 

“Ah,, erm. We can get a drink, yeah? In commiseration,” Benjy offers, and Remus stilts only for a beat before continuing the twisting trail to where Alice is set up with the more senior members on staff. And he feels only sorta bad about wanting to refuse. He knows that if he says yes, it’ll mean something different to Benjy than it does him, that he’ll probably take it as Remus finally giving into his pestering and deciding to actually go out with him, even if he’s refuted the other four times he’s asked as much. Remus’s simply just too busy trying to get a footing in this city, and trying to figure out where he’s suppose to go from here, and what he’s suppose to do. And yes, Benjy is cute— a complete Seth Cohen archetype. And he’s sweet and smart and funny enough. But Remus is really not in the mood for doing the whole flowers and wine and candle lit dinners shtick, had gotten enough of that while still with his university boyfriend. And yeah, he’s only just turned 24, but he already feels too old and too jaded for that sort of puppy love— even if Benjy’s got a good decade and some change on him.

Probably sensing his hesitation, Benjy is quick to rectify the offer. “I’ll ask Mary, and Fabian too, and a few others. We can make a night of it, just some drinks on a Friday after work.”

Stalling by the last turn to Alice’s desk, Remus looks at him from over his shoulder, and sort of hates himself for being such a soft hearted fuck sometimes. “Yeah Benj, sounds nice. Just let me know on the group chat, yeah?”

Benjy grins, much more genuine than his awkward quirk of the lips from earlier. “Yeah, good call, I’ll let the others know pronto.”

“Aces,” Remus says, tosses him a obligatory thumbs-up before finding an expectant looking Alice who’s tapping her foot impatiently.

Yeah, today is so bloody shit.

.-

Surprisingly, the round of drinks turns to another and then a third and fourth and Remus is currently nursing his fifth mango margarita on Benjy’s tab, and he actually feels lighter than he has since taking the job at Phoenix, feels bright and bubbling and like absolutely nothing could be wrong as long as he’s got this drink in his grasp and he’s sitting with the handful of reporters and photographers from the office that don’t all have sticks up their asses. It’s fun, it’s good. So obviously it couldn’t have lasted.

Mary is currently cackling about her Uber driver from last night who asked her all sorts of well meaning, but incredibly dense questions about her hijab— a freshly poured glass of coke in one hand, while the other is tangled into her girlfriend Emmy’s. And From his left Remus can hear Fabian ribbing Frank on his crush on Alice, while Benjy scoots intermittently closer as they watch Kingsley and Marlene sparring over something to do with a Kardashian or TikTok trend or whatever the fuck else— The guy has resilience, Remus has to give Benjy that.

“Right, who’s buying next?” Marlene asks, abrasive as ever while scrolling through her phone, ostensively finding something to prove her point against the managing editor.

“Reckon it’s my turn,” Benjy crows, standing up smoothly and glancing down at Remus with a nervous sort of half grin.

“Just a water for me, ta. I need to sober up,” Remus tells him, feels proud that he didn’t even slur slightly. Benjy bobs his head understandingly, and Remus turns to ask Marlene about her latest tinder hookup which always is a good laugh, but then he catches on it. On the sound of the pub’s doors flinging open, followed by a raucous crowd of athletic looking guys probably only a bit older than he is, clambering indoors. 

They’re all so very sixth-form, broad grins and slapping each other’s shoulders with jeers, topped off with loud, bark like laughter that makes it obvious to Remus that these wankers think that they’re some sort of group of gods amongst men, roaming around like everyone should fall to their feet and offer everything they have. It makes Remus roll his eyes so far back that it feels like he might’ve sprained them. They just give off this exhausting aura that reminds him of a past boyfriend in tenth year who was on the footie team and who’s favorite activity was either making Remus feel lucky enough to go out with someone so popular, or dragging him around like some sort of bloody trophy.

To put it nicely, Remus sorta hates them on sight. So when he sees one of the tossers— regrettably the brightest of the lot who’s all pearly teeth, and glittering eyes and incredibly impressive shoulders that tape off to a narrow waste in an objectively infuriating matter— swivels up to the barkeep and jostles Benjy on his way, well Remus doesn’t hesitate to dart forwards to tell him off.

“Oi, watch where you’re going, yeah?”

Benjy and the bloke who looks like he might moonlight as a model for Calvin briefs for when he’s not lounging in a yacht off the Tuscany coast, both turn to him at the same time. Benjy looking abashed, and the aforementioned tosser preening like the cat who’s just caught a canary.

“Sorry, love. Didn’t see you there,” he says in a delightfully deep tenner, giving Remus an appreciative once over, and Remus absolutely despises how the action makes him feel both thrilled and irritated. “Trust and believe, I wouldn’t have looked away if I saw you.”

“Not me, arse.” Remus spits back, refuses to pay any credence to how his cheeks have begun to flush. “You bumped into my mate right there, the one with the tray of loggers.”

The tosser darts his almost molten gray eyes over to Benjy for a sparing second before he laser focusses back onto Remus, the most phony expression of contrition all over his face. “Sorry to your friend,” he says the descriptor like a joke that no one else is in on. “Let me buy you a drink in sorry for the one I made slim here spill.”

Remus is officially unimpressed, hopes that his flat tone gets it across. “You’re an arse.”

“You’re mouthy,” he retorts, looks like it’s something he greatly appreciates— delights over even. 

“Ah, ’s fine Remus, really. I’ll just bring these back and get us a new glass.”

“Listen to slim, Remus, he’s got the right idea.” The tosser hurriedly interjects, strutting close enough to him that he makes it so Remus has to tip his head back just slightly so not to drop his gaze. “I’m Black, Sirius Black, just to get the pleasantries out of the way.” His leer tells Remus that the name should probably evoke some response of aw into Remus, but all it does is make him sound so egregiously pretentious that Remus wants to smack his own bloody head against a dry wall and stay in the hole until this ruddy Sirius bloke leaves him the hell alone.

“Good for you,” he says instead of all of that, and spots Sirius’s friends from behind Sirius chuckling and elbowing one another. Evidently this is a line the tosser uses frequently, and Remus is pleased that he might be one of the first who aren’t at all impressed by the grandiose way he introduced himself.

“Hah, you know I’m use to the pretty ones playing hard to get, but I’m really feeling here that you’re not exactly liking my company, love.”

Remus sucks in a frustrated breath through his nose, shouldering past Sirius and taking the tray of drinks from Benjy before storming back to their table where the others have begun openly gawping at the scene— Marlene outright squawking with Fabian just as Remus takes his seat.

“Don’t,” Remus warns them all as he silently says fuck off to the water and instead gargles down one of the loggers. And if he has to steadfastly not turn around for the rest of the night towards where he can feel Sirius’s gaze burning into his back— well then so be it.

.-

The next morning, Remus has to puke twice into the toilet, and gulps down three aspirins just to stave off his bloody hangover from the night before where he decided that getting properly sloshed would prove as a good technique to not end up making out with Sirius in some dark corner— or regrettably the backseat of his car. And if he does still remember flashes of ranting to him about how insufferable preppy, rich boys actually are while Sirius gazed at him endeared— well Remus just decides to purge it out along with the stomach acid. It’s not like he’ll ever see the douche again.

.-

He meets Arthur— one of the accountants who also helps out by taking photos for more low key news stories— outside the hospital where the conference will be taking place with the Manchester United team. There was a scrimmage that they all played with some of the kids in the cancer ward that occurred at around eight in the ruddy morning, but thankfully Remus didn’t have to show up until an hour later when the team presented their big shiny check, to the big, shiny hospital. 

However, Arthur has been here for hours, so he’s beyond chirpy and looks like he’s downed three cups of espresso as he chatters on about his son Percy starting secondary school, and his eldest, Bill, getting an award for his reading prowess, and all the strange craving his wife has been having throughout her pregnancy with the twins they’re expecting any week now. And Remus loves Arthur, he does— one of the sweetest folks he’s ever met— but God, his head is still thrumming from those misguided tequila shots and he really just wants to get his three quotes, and write up the story so he can find refuge back in his sheets.

While Arthur has moved to talking about his wife, Molly’s, plans to open up a daycare in their refurnished garage, Remus scans his eyes over the familiar face of reporters from other outlets who look just as bored as him, and then to the stage where a woman in a sharply pressed suit is ushering for the group of football stars to join her, so that the conference can finally fucking begin. 

And Remus thinks that their faces are sorta familiar, probably from all the publicity they get on the telly— but then he freezes as he stops at one of them with dark brown skin, and thick rimmed spectacles— and he suddenly can hear him chatting about his redheaded girlfriend and drunkenly declaring that she’ll be the mother of his children some day soon. So he completely expects it when his stomach drops as he moves his glance just a bit to the right, being struck by pearly teeth, and glittering eyes and incredibly impressive shoulders that tape off to a narrow waste, made all the more infuriating by the tight kit he’s got on and the blazing number twelve splayed against his chest.

And fuck.

Remus runs through about a dozen scenarios in which he can make a discrete, or not so discrete exit before he notices him, but in tandem to his spiraling thoughts, the wanker actually looks forwards, and like a creepy metal detector, his quick silver gaze pinpoints onto Remus.

They stare at one another for a beat before his smirk goes wolfish, and he runs a hand through his artfully tousled hair in a way that practically screams, fancy meeting you here. And holy fuck he looks so mouth watteringly attractive with that faint film of sweat running down his neck, and how his smile pulls slightly more to the left, and how he’s looking at Remus like he’s his birthday and Christmas presents all rolled into one.

Remus suddenly hates everything— but most of all hates Sirius, and how bloody fit he is.

“Oh, you’re a fan then?” 

Starting, Remus shifts around slightly so that he’s facing Arthur completely. “Pardon?”

“Sirius Black I mean, you’re a fan?” Arthur asks in that abrasively congenial and intensely scrutinizing way that he treats everything. “I mean he’s a great player, but I know you don’t really watch. So I bet it’s all that charity work he does, yeah?”

“Charity work?” Remus echos, feeling like a floundering fish.

“Truly some amazing stuff.” Arthur pontificates, rubbing a hand against his jaw as he tips his head back. “I mean obviously I’m partial to the fundraising for Reporters Without Borders, but of course the things he does with the more impoverished kids is great. And I know Molly likes his very outspoken posts about being anti war and his annual live streams to earn money for refugees in those war torn nations, like the last one he did for Syria?”

“Oh—“ Remus says, feeling like his head is being overrun by a fountain of new information.

“Yes well, you don’t usually see athletes get into the thick of it with political issues, but I reckon he never really minded. I mean the fact he’s the first football star from United to have come out without any fanfare really proved that. Oh, I think they’re starting, I should probably get some photos before Dorcas gives me a tongue lashing.”

And as quick as the flash of his camera’s lends, Arthur is using his considerable height to get to a more advantageous spot towards the front, and leaves Remus in the dust, as if he hasn’t just obliterated his every assumption of Sirius from after that initial meeting.

And unbidden, the words his mother had told him so many years ago, about facts and how they can color a situation just simply based off the person who’s speaking them— flood to the forefront of his mind.

“Fucking hell,” Remus mutters lowly, gets jostled by Greengrass, a hawkish reporter from a rivaling publication who always has on the most wickedly sharp acrylic nails, and perfectly quaffed curls— as she waves around her certification to speak her inquiry.

“My question is for Potter,” she announces when the woman leading the event, McGonagall, points her way. “And I was wondering how early you boys have to rise for training during the season? And how intense the sessions are that Coach Hooch puts you guys through?”

Potter, the one with the redheaded girlfriend that Remus heard so much about last night between his ranting at Sirius, parts his lips, but it’s not his voice that ends up reverberating through the outdoors space. Instead, it’s Sirius, who’s shouldering him with a goading air, obviously expecting his comment to have only ended up in Potter’s ear and not caught by the mike.

“I wonder if Lupin will let me wake up with’m so he can let me get some real training done before practices, eh?”

And just as soon as his words pitter off, the entire crowd drops to a hush— quiet enough so that they could probably hear it if a pen dropped. 

Sirius’s handsome face— strong jawline, and broad but sharp cheekbones, and a long, narrow nose— goes suddenly ashen, and he flashes over to Remus as if he’s terrified that he’ll bite his face off.

God, what an idiot.

With a long suffering sigh, Remus plucks out the microphone from a slack faced Greengrass’s hand. “We can discuss the regimen afterwards, Black. Just meet me by the front doors and let your mate answer the bloody question.”

Everyone around them falls into laughter that’s caught between uncomfortable chuckles and amazingly amused cackling, but the only person Remus is paying any mind is Sirius, and how he seems to have gone absolutely incandescent, nodding electrically before miming the zip of his lips and gesturing for Potter to carry on.

Jesus help him, Remus has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.

.-

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P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

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