Care of Magical Shippers Podcast Episode 10 - Surprise Birthday Episode! Good Evening, Prime Minister by GreenMegsNoHam
1:55AM Aug 26, 2021
Care of Magical Shippers Podcast
Hello there listener. Yes, you specifically, you should know that sometimes due to the things we discuss on the pod, it might contain potentially triggering content. But the good news is you can always review the episode descriptions for a full list of the warnings applicable to this episode. Oh, and just so you know, this podcast is rated R for really filthy. It includes adult themes and explicit content. So if you're an adult, buckle up, Gird your loins and prepare to flood the basement because we are going down with these ships.
[Intro song] You're on the canon ground, I'm up in crackship space. Let's start a shipping war, don't care if I get hate. Don't like my parings? Well, then you can hit the bricks. This is my OTP, I'll go down with this ship! I don't care, I ship it, I don't care, I ship it, I ship it....
Hello! Surprise everybody, you get a bonus episode! So the reason why we're doing this is because not only is it the beginning of term at Hogwarts, which is like super fun and special, but it's also my birthday. So
Yes, it is! Happy birthday, Megs!
Yep. So I'm really excited about that. And of course, I wanted to celebrate me because you know, just because I can. Big Slytherin energy! So we have to be 100% like, real with you guys. We already recorded an episode. We --
We spent, we spent two hours a week recording, recording something that we then realized, like halfway through, we were like, yes, this isn't fit for public consumption.
Literally halfway through and we're like, we have to power through this like we can't. So of course we I decided we're going to read one of my works just because I thought it'd be you know, fun to share something like that. Then we don't have to worry about author permissions and stuff like that. It's just an easy thing to throw together. Well, we happened to pick my Draco tops Harry fic. So then we got into it.
YOU did! You happened to pick!
I did. I did. I did. I was looking for length of fic. And technically I asked our discord whether they wanted Drarry or Snarry. So I blame you guys. [laughter]
Yeah, yeah, it's all your fault.
[Laughter] It's all your fault. Not our fault.
It could have nothing to do, Megs, with the fact that you wrote this thing. And then and then forgot how filthy you made it, and then halfway through --
I write so much Nathan! How am I supposed to remember everything?
That's very fair, to be honest. Like, that is so it is so true. Like everything of yours is fantastic. But after a while you're like which fic does this belong in?
So anyway, we are going to give that out to Patreon Patrons so those that have bonus episode content, you get our ridiculous, goofy, buttery, embarrassing, sweaty read of a really filthy fanfcition.
[Laughter] We're both so sweaty by the end of it because we're so embarrassed by how filthy this thing is. We're like, I can't believe we just read this. So this week, we thought we would do a Take Two. We would take it down a notch, and we'd do something a little bit more PG-13. Yeah.
So do you want to introduce what is? Seeing as though you wrote the thing.
Sure. So this is a really rare pairing. I don't even know I I'm pretty sure I looked and I couldn't find anything. I'm pretty sure that I'm the first and only fic of this pairing on AO3, which I think is pretty amazing.
Until people listen to this, and then they're gonna be inspired to write.
They're gonna be all about this.
Exactly. Because let's let's be honest, this fic is incredible. I can't wait to read this with you. So good.
So this is actually in my opinion, a very canon pairing. Let's be real. So, this is Kingsley Shacklebolt/the Muggle Prime Minister.
Did you just say Kinks-ley?
Okay, we'll go with that. Kinks-ley. I -- you know what? Yeah, Yes, I did. That's fine. Hey. I said "icing on the kink." I just -- anytime I can get "kink" into a word or phrase, it's just going to happen. So I do not apologize.
Yes. never apologize for this. I mean, by now our listeners know who we are, they know what we're about. I don't feel like we need to shy away from who we are. I feel like we need to lean into it more. So I'm gonna really try and bring my best Kinks-ley voice to this reading.
Oh, so FYI: Nathan already did a podfic though. So that does exist and it's amazing. That actually was what the first thing you ever read. This is -- oh my gosh, Nathan, now I'm super emotional! This is the first thing you read of mine when we met. And this literally started our friendship. Oh my god. I'm gonna literally cry right now.
We've come full circle. It is friendship. This is our origin story. And we're sharing it with the world. It's so yeah, I am gonna cry.
This is a different sort of mess now. We had our sloppy filth mess. Now we have our emotional... whatever. So yeah.
Okay, so of course for me, the headcanon writing this was when it comes to the Prime Minister is Hugh Grant. That is 100% my fancast of it. Just like super... I just think of him in all of his period piece movies or even just like, what what is it? What we were saying? Love Actually? Because he was the Prime Minister, right? Or like someone in goverment.
Yes. Yeah. And then he falls in love with, erm, Martine McCutcheon.
Yeah. So awesome movie. Love that. So hey, there you go. This is -- except for falling in love with her. He falls in love with his secretary, Kingsley Shacklebolt.
Course he does, because you wrote this. I love it. So the pairing -- because I think I caught Megs off halfway through to describe what the pairing was -- it's Muggle Prime Minister/Kingsley Shacklebolt. You don't need to know anything else. You just need to strap yourselves in and prepare for the magic to wash over you. Yeah, because it's an experience. And this is an experience I can't wait to deliver to your ears. It's gonna be so good.
Yay! Okay, so Nathan, because you have your beautiful British accent, I'm gonna have you introduce it. Because I have the first line, so figure we'll just, like, slide on into this.
Okay, so this is "Good Evening, Prime Minister" by GreenMegsNoHam, formerly Drarry_Quite_Contrary. Do you want me to do the summary?
Yes, that'd be great.
Okay, so the summary is: The Prime Minister had never met someone like Kingsley Shacklebolt. An efficient employee, exceeding kind and considerate. Not to mention, sexy as hell. It goes without saying all characters are created and owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Batteries not included in case of accidental ingestion. Consult a mortician? Yes, okay.
All right. Here we go. [starts to read] "Shacklebolt. I need these files sorted before the end of the day, even if it means staying after hours." But he wouldn't need to.
"Yes, Prime Minister," said the large deliciously handsome, dark-skinned man.
He was intrigued by the man. One day the Prime Minister arrived at work to find Shacklebolt sitting at Charlotte's desk looking too large for the small desk. It was comical really. However, when he left his office for lunch, he found it peculiarly larger than it once was. No, that was impossible. Desks do not grow. He must have been seeing things. Shacklebolt was extremely efficient to the point where he didn't have enough for him to do. Once heaps of documents and folders, Charlotte's desk was clear aside from a feathered quill and a pot of ink. A quill? Really?
Tiny little aside, here before I continue reading.... Charlotte's desk is just giving me a load of Charlotte's Web imagery. All I can think now is Charlotte's Web... Anyway continue. [continues reading] When Shacklebolt had completed his tasks, the Prime Minister soon delegated him to answer calls, schedule and attend meetings on his behalf, and run to the corner shop for his favorite ham and swiss sandwich. Nearly everything he just. Did. Not. Want. To. Do. The man never complained. In fact, he always accepted each request with a broad smile—one that shook the Prime Minister to the core. Soon he found himself leaving the office for no reason at all, checking the file organization, skimming through the old books that he had no interest in reading whatsoever, using the loo an embarrassing amount. Each time Shacklebolt didn't hesitate. "Good morning, Prime Minister" or "Good afternoon, Prime Minister" or "Is there anything you need, Prime Minister?" That voice sent shivers down his spine.
He had soon resorted to his newest low -- retrieving his own coffee. When he lifted the carafe to pour the steaming liquid into his "#1 Boss" mug Charlotte had given him at the Christmas prior, a large hand wrapped around the handle on top of his own.
"Allow me, prime minister," said Shacklebolt.
The Prime Minister froze, entirely aware of the man's hand engulfing his own. He felt his cheeks heat. "Oh, no. It's no bother. I think I could manage to pour coffee," he chuckled nervously.
"Of course, Prime Minister. If you ever need anything, you know where to find me." Of course, he did.
That smile, always that damned smile. Shacklebolt's hand lingered for a moment longer than necessary before walking away, leaving a marble statue of a man in his wake. As the Prime Minister paced his office, he raked his fingers through his carefully quaffed hair. "Shit." Now he had to look a fright. He looked into his reflection of the glass cabinet. His... fringe [laughter] was dangling in his eyes. (Sorry, it says bangs. This was this was Megs before Britpickings.)
So for anybody that is like confused why I find this funny cuz you're obviously if you're American, you've only ever heard "bangs" or you might have seen have seldom heard "fringe" or whatever. The thing is, I don't understand why bangs is a plural word. Like I don't understand why you have more than one of them.
Oh, my bang was just [laughter] in my face.
Yeah, like one bang. Anyway. His hair -- his dangling, problematic hair.
Dangling, problematic, stringy, weird messed up hair. [continues reading] He tried to push them back, to no avail. With a sigh he accepted his fate. So he would look a bit casual today. Nothing wrong with that. He was a confident man.
The next opportunity to leave the office, the prime minister was shocked by the noticeable silence at the absence of Shacklebolt's greeting. He stopped in turn to the man who was gaping at him. Almost immediately, Shacklebolt's face resumed its kind expression. "Good afternoon, Prime Minister," he said, a bit softer than usual. Almost a...purr?
The Prime Minister looked down his shirt, inspecting his jacket. Had he spilled something on himself? No, it did not appear so.
"Your hair," said the deep voice. "It looks... nice."
Looking up, the Prime Minister focused on the loose fringe blocking his vision. He scrambled to push them back, cheeks flaming with embarrassment. He coughed. "Yes, hmm. It wasn't behaving today, so I thought, hell with it," he said as he as his eyes widened at the use of such crass language.
Shacklebolt laughed. "It suits you, Prime Minister."
"Henry," he said before he could stop himself.
Shacklebolt raised a quizzical eyebrow. [chuckles]
[Cuts in] He raised the eyebrow! Just you guys know, Nathan is offended by eyebrows, apparently.
No, no, I'm not. No, I'm not an eyebrow racist. This is not something I want to be. This label will not besmirch my name. I just, I see it in fic all the time -- and in fiction, obviously -- where people are raising eyebrows at each other. And I just don't know that it's something that people really do. So I was like, I get that you're trying to convey being quizzical and inquisitive or whatever. But I just just don't feel like people wiggle their eyebrows at each other. Maybe I've lived a really sheltered life.
As I'm wiggling my eyebrow at Nathan... I'm so quizzical about this problem you're having. Okay, where the heck, uh...?
So it's... Yeah, it's me. [continues reading] Shacklebolt raised a quizzical eyebrow. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not sure that--"
"Henry," the prime minister said more firmly. "It's Henry."
Shacklebolt sat there a moment before mumbling quietly, "Henry."
The sound of his name on the lips of the man before him sent sparks across the skin.
"Kingsley," the man replied.
"Well, then, Kingsley," said Henry, "it's Friday and well near four o'clock. It looks like you have completed your work for today?"
Kingsley nodded. "Yes, Prime...Henry," he corrected quickly with Henry's pointed stare.
"Why don't you leave early. I'll see you on Monday." As he smiled and turn back toward his office, realizing how ridiculous it must have looked for him to have exited and turned right back around, Kingsley called after him.
"What about tomorrow?" he said.
Henry paused before turning back to the handsome man. Handsome. Yes, he was lovely, wasn't he? "Tomorrow?"
Kingsley seem to regret his words. "Apologies. Have a good weekend, sir."
Henry's face fell. "There's a pub downtown. Shall we grab a pint?" he said quickly as Kingsley turned to grab his coat. Damn, his ass looked good in those trousers. Shit. What was he thinking? He was his secretary, for God's sake! How completely stereotypical of him to fall for his secretary. Oh, but he wasn't falling, no. Surely not.
"Really?" said Kingsley with a slight quirk of his lips. Not quite a smile, more that his curiosity was piqued.
[Aside] Not with his eyebrow. [laughter] Instead of "he quirked an eyebrow," he "quirked his lips."
Yeah. But you know it's the same way as anything with Draco. He's always sneering. Or, as we've talked about before, anything involving Snape -- he's always greasy, right?
He's greasily greasing his way across the greasy floor.
Yeah, he's just -- he's a human mop, but instead of water, it's grease. [Megs laughs]
Now I'm just picturing a slug, you know, like just leaving that trail of goo behind him. Like, his coat is just dragging.
Oh my god. I need the fic where Severus discovers shampoo for the first time, and he's in his Herbal Essences ad.
Okay, so tangent, because Snape. So, I I picture him having like really beautiful like wavy, soft hair. Like, freshly washed. But he lets it get greasy and straight because he doesn't like his waves. You know what I mean? Like it weighs it down. So when he washes his hair he feels like -- he hates it, even though he does look like an Herbal Essence... you know?
Oh my god. Oh god. That's incredible. Yes, no, I'd love to read that. No, you actually you need to write that.
I will. One day.
Keep your eyes and ears peeled, listeners. We'll probably end up reading this on our, you know, first anniversary special.
Snape and the Shampoo Bottle. Yeah, like Severus Snape and the Shampoo Bottle. I don't know. Whatever.
And the Shampoo Bottle of Doom.
Snape discovers shampoo and soap. No shade. I love Snape. I love him so much.
Yeah, you can love somebody that's greasy. You just need to be adequately prepared. Anyway. Yeah, speaking of adequate preparation, Kingsley is just about to interject here, so. [continues reading] Not quite a smile, more that his curiosity was piqued. "The Prime Minister can just walk into a pub, hmm?"
Shit. He was terrible at this. "Well, er. Maybe not."
"Well, how about my place?"
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. No way. Bad idea. Terrible idea. “Okay, sure.” WHAT?
Kingsley smiled broadly. "Great, I'll pick you up at eight." He headed down the hall.
No. This was definitely a mistake. "Wait!" Kingsley was gone. "Fuck. Me." He locked himself in his office while he took care of some *very* important business. [Aside] Eyebrows, eyebrows. Gonna wiggle some eyebrows.
There's more than eyebrows being wiggled here. Point that out.
Okay, okay. [continues reading] 7:53pm. Henry paced the drawing room. He had changed his clothes 13 times. Should he wear a suit? No, he's going to his home, for goodness sake. But if he were too casual, that would suggest casualness, wouldn't it? Did he want that? Didn't he want that? "Heaven, help me," he breathed, running his hands down his face.
Henry had been out of the dating scene for, well, a long time. It was hard to meet people casually when you're busy running a country. Not to mention... men. Sure, he worked with men all the time. Very old, very married, very straight men. Sure he would get the occasional questions—“Don’t you want to settle down?” or “Clock’s ticking, all the good ones will be gone!” or “Don’t you feel lonely?” Oh, he did. He really did. Henry assumed that if he kept himself busy, he wouldn't have to think about it. He wouldn't have time to think about how long it had been since he'd been with a man. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. What if that's not what this was? What if he was just friendly. Kingsley felt sorry for him. Yes. He was too busy for any sort of social life.
No, he would just have to play it cool. Feel it out. He could keep his head—no need to do anything wild or reckless. Suddenly, there was an explosion of green flames from the unlit hearth. "Bloody fuck!" yelped Henry, ducking for cover.
"Well, don't you look lovely," said a deep, amused voice.
Henry peeked up from between his arms. "Kingsley! How?"
"Hold on tight, Prime Minister." Kingsley lifted him up as if he weighed no more than a small child. He held him close against him and... Engulfed in flames, they were twisting, reeling, spinning out of control. Then, WHAM, his feet hit the floor, teetering a bit from the spinning in his head. Henry's eyes refocused and found Kingsley's dark gaze. "What..what. Where? How?" he sputtered.
Kingsley raised an eyebrow. (Megs: Yeah he did) "Come now, Prime Minister."
“You’re a...a...w-wi...one of them?” he said, gaping. His eyes took in his surroundings. Tapestries draped the walls, shelves upon shelves of books and bottles, a table covered in instruments that Henry couldn’t begin to imagine what their use was for. He looked out the large window, framed with stained glass, leaving rainbow beams sparkling on the floor. The sun was shining. The sun was shining?
“It’s...night...isn’t it?” He was going to faint. He was definitely about to fai…
Henry yawned as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. What a bizarre dream he had. Kingsley was a wizard. He traveled through the fireplace...just like the other Minister. How absurd.
Finally blinking his eyes open, they widened in shock. Bloody hell. It hadn’t been a dream.
"Welcome back, Prime Minister," said a smiling Kingsley, sitting on the bed beside him. The bed? He scrambled up, taking in their both fully clothed appearances. Thank God.
“You fainted. Looking back, I think I could have gone about it quite differently. I thought that using the Floo would give you less of a fright, having seen Fudge on a handful of occasions. Apparently, I was wrong. I’m sorry if this was...is...too much for you.”
Henry gathered himself, calming his breathing. “I was just—surprised. I can’t believe I, well, I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry. If you are well, I’ll gladly return you home promptly. You may need a bit of a lie-down and some...time to process.”
"You want me to leave?"
Kingsley looked at him quizzically. "No...I just thought. You want to stay?"
"I just...yeah, Yes. I would, thanks."
"Well, then. It's a bit late, and dinner has gone cold, but I can warm it up with a--"
Before he realized what he was doing, Henry had reached out his hands, grabbing Kingsley by the neck, and kissed him. Surprised by his own daring, he released them quickly. "Sorry! I don't know what--"
In a flash, Kingsley had an arm around his waist, hand at the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. Henry melted. He had never felt anything quite like this. Electricity tickled his skin as the kiss deepened. [Aside] Deepen that kiss! I never know how to internalize that image. Yeah, you're right. I don't know what an appropriate substitute would be. So So yeah, I'm just assuming that I sort of trying to Dementor suck each other's souls out via their mouths. [Laughter] You're welcome for that visual.
Of course, we can see each other. Who knows that you're imagining?
Exactly. Exactly. This is the fun. Yeah, so So anyway, the kiss is deepening. It's very important that you visualize this. [continues reading] As the case deepened, he grabbed at the hem of Kingsley's shirt, urging for its removal. The large man obliged. He felt so small, so small in the arms of the hulking man. But he was so gentle. As if he thought Henry would break under his touch.
"What?" said Kingsley, stunned. "If I've done something wrong--"
"I can't shag my secretary now, can I?" Fuck. What did he just say?
Lust filled Kingsley's gaze. "Is that so?"
"Policy is policy." Henry shuddered under Kingsley's kisses down his neck.
"Of course," Kingsley growled, as he unbuttoned Henry's shirt. Then he paused. "But I was placed in your service for your protection. There's a Dark wizard at large. How can I do that if I'm not at your side?"
This information did not shock Henry as much as it should have. "Then be by my side. I promise to never go anywhere without you. I don't want to go anywhere without you." Harry's cheeks -- [aside] Harry. Harry! I was waiting for the point where I said Harry. Who knows, I might have done it already. [continues reading] Henry's cheeks were hot, embarrassed by his confession.
Kingsley smiled. "If you wish it, I will follow you anywhere."
Henry allowed himself to be pushed down onto the bed, losing himself in the intoxicating scent of the man above him. Giving fully into Kingsley's kiss and feel of his chest against him, Henry couldn't help but curse himself. "If you weren't so damn good at your job, I would have fired you weeks ago."
Kingsley chuckled against his cheek. "You've never had a wizard on your staff, and I'll fancy a guess you've never had a wizard in your bed."
Henry smirked. "That depends. I haven't conducted a thorough investigation of your alleged skills yet, Kingsley."
The large man's eyes flashed. "Hang tight, Prime Minister. You're in for the ride of a lifetime." And ride he did, into oblivion.
Ahh! The End!
Oh my God, that was so good. Oh.
Ooh! That was fun. And far less smutty than what we read last weekend.
Yes. There were penises everywhere.
They were caressing buttholes.
Oh my god, like, "gently caressing his entrance" I believe was a sentence we had to get through, and I was like, What is happening? Anyway, if if you are a member of the discord, you will at some point be able to hear that full catastrophe.
That is true. Yes, our research discord, which I think is in the description. So if you use discord, definitely join. It's super fun. It is 18+, and it's it gets pretty filthy in there too. It's just the nature of it. We just want to be it to be like, you know, an open and safe place for people to not feel like, you know, they can't celebrate the kinks that they like and you know, I love that about it. And so yeah, we we will definitely provide that for all of our magical shippers.
Our crew. Our crew.
So yeah. And then obviously, we'll put it we'll put it on Patreon, too.
You'll be able to find it places. My worry is that you will never be able to listen to us in quite the same way again, after you've heard it. I'm still recovering from it.
I know. And we both listened to it, like afterwards. Like we were like, This is the most insane thing we ever did. And then we listened to it. And it was actually really funny. I mean, it was still, like, I still I'm blushing. I'm still really like embarrassed. I mean, I don't know what it is! Like, writing? Super easy. Super into it. It's great. But I think like we said it was like, reading it to *each other* was that next level of like, Well, if we weren't really close friends already, we're like extremely close friends now.
I mean, granted, you read my stuff. So you've read it. You've already experienced it, but essentially being, like, I was Draco and you were Harry. So we're like, you know, whatever. [laughter] Each other.
Yeah, I I know how your mind works. But you know, when you're reading it to yourself, you can... There's an element of you know, you're enjoying it more because it's all internalized. But then there's a there's a moment when you're reading it aloud, where you're like, What the fuck am I doing?
Yes, I'm like, I... wow. I'm like, I did not write that. Wow, I'm like, Oh, my God. Yeah. I'm not... Whew. Whew. Anyway.
Anyway. Happy Back To Hogwarts Day, and Happy Birthday Megs. I really hope you enjoyed this surprise, bonus episode. We loved, I mean, I loved going back and rereading this, but rereading it together. That was really fun. I can't wait for people to hear.
And we definitely want to do more fic reads. Let us know if you enjoyed this, you know, like, we want to know, I think it's part of like our feedback form that I have in our like, either in the description, like episode description or on the website or whatnot. But yeah, cuz we obviously have fun. And it's I you know, it's just, it's great. So, thank you for enjoying that with us. I hope.
I'm sure I'm sure you did. And thank you for thank you for being a part of this. You know, we really, every week when we have new people coming through discord or sending us emails, getting in touch on the social media, we always say to each other, we never imagined that we'd have this level of response. And it just keeps building and building every week and I'm so -- like -- getting to be a part of this is just so... It does me so much good, and I'm so grateful. And you know, please if you have fic recommendations that maybe are you think they they might like verge on smutty but you're like, Yeah, I'd like the two of them to read that out. Send those two us, and we will have a look see at those. Because we tried with the really supreme smut, and, well...
I'm like looking through, like, What of mine can we read? We'd have to do some serious censoring.
Yeah, we, we literally -- I took a few of Megs' fics, and I started to try and go through and censor them. And it was literally like... So you know when these documents that are classified by governments or whatever that have been heavily redacted come back later? And it's just like black lines all the way through it all. And it was just like, the plot isn't gonna make sense. [laughter]
Because it's poured with feelings. So it's like things are said and done, and it motivates things. So it's like, yeah.
Yeah, it is. Megs is definitely a feelings-y author, and a lot of the feelings are driven by sex. That's just how that presents itself. I mean, I love it. I love it. But reading it aloud is is another beast entirely. Because then you're like, Somebody could have this recording of me a hundred years from now when I'm probably dead. But someone's got me going, you know, "Draco's arsehole puckered magnificiently."
What was it? There was one like, "with lube dripping from it."
No, no, it was dripping down his thigh.
It was so graphic, guys. It was so graphic.
It was an unsettlingly deeply visceral image. Oh, my goodness.
If you're curious and you want to read this thing of it's "Heal Me" by me, GreenMegsNoHam. For Draco tops Harry. So you know, hey, you know, it's it's a good time. We just, it was just a rough time to read.
And like we said, you know, if you want to listen to the full, you know, library that was attempting to get through that. You can, it'll be available on our Patreon and available on the discord as well. And you can listen to me try and get through a sentence describing Harry's pants for about five minutes. I just completely lose at one point. Because the sentence is like, Harry's pants were tight and left nothing to the imagination.
[laughing] Yeah, his jeans leaving nothing to the imagination. It was something like that. They were so tight. It left nothing to the imagination.
I just couldn't. So yeah. So go and -- go and -- listen to that, and I'll be mortified forever. But also, if you like it, let me know. And I'll maybe do more.
Honestly, it's probably been released today. Because it was a birthday thing. I mean, we were like, hey, it's my birthday. So it'll probably be bonus on Patreon. And we'll figure out how to like you know, set it up in the discord and whatnot.
Nice. Well, maybe horrific for some of you. But like, try it and see.
Yeah. So if it's not, you know, if it's not your thing, we will not blame you if you want nothing to do with it.
Yeah, you could just go ahead and skip that one.
So yeah, but anyway, so I just want to make sure that you guys go back if you haven't already, because I think it was two days ago right? It's Wednesday and then Monday. Yeah. So this one probably popped up and if you didn't go and listen to... what is it? Kromione. Krum, Ron and Hermione. Such an amazing episode. Freakin loved it. So definitely don't skip it. Get on it. Because ooh baby.
Yeah, so to give you a little bit of context, we recorded that episode when the Wimbledon finals were happening. And so a neighbor of mine had invited me to go over and watch. So I did, and I hadn't seen my neighbor in a very long time. And I got tipsy on Prosecco that was force fed to me rudely. They made me drink Prosecco. And I then decided I'm gonna do a pod episode. So there's a very special kind of energy in that Kromione recording that you will pick up on. And it's worth just giving that one a listen.
Oh, yeah. For sure. So anyway, thank you for listening.
Thank you so much.
And what is, what are we doing, what's next? What's the next one? Arthur and Lucius? I think so. Yessssss. Yes, it is.
I am so excited about that! Come and listen to that because we went mental and in a whole different direction with that one.
We pretty much wrote a fanfiction, I think? A live writing of fanfiction. We were just like, (gasp) What if, oh my gosh, and then... because he did this, this happened. And then that makes this happen! Blah blah blah blah blah. The energy just kept getting bigger and bigger, bigger, bigger.
Yes, we were just carried away on waves of our own excitement. And yeah, I know that you'll love that episode, like every episode we do. I'm like, this is the one. This is the best one we've done so far. And they just keep getting better. I'm so excited for you to listen to more. I can't wait to post them honestly. Yes. And yeah, just come and listen to us. Because you deserve to have a place where you can laugh and have fun and hear some smut. It's what we do.
It's what we do. We do it all.
So, thank you, we love you.
We love you so much.
And we will see you in the next episode. Bye!
What was it, what did you do? "Woo!"
Oh my god. I am never, ever wooing again. It's never happening. I mean, I'm uncomfortable enough with bye!
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