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vinsmokewife · 1 year ago

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who is this person / chapter one

On a quest to find love on a dating website, Sanji falls head over heels for a woman with an interest in...alternative relationships that sends him down a rabbit hole of completing tasks for a seemingly sadistic mistress. But what happens when she turns out to be more than what she seems? Darkfic with themes of internalised homophobia, bad bdsm practices and lying about your identity to strangers on the internet. Please read with caution. This is NOT how BSDM should be practiced. Always practice Sane, Safe and Consensual practices boarders on being considered dead dove do not eat material read on ao3 read on ff

tags included: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers Internalized Homophobia Bottom Vinsmoke Sanji Top Roronoa Zoro Roronoa Zoro and Vinsmoke Sanji Bickering Sanji and Zoro are awful in this fic btw they both do terrible things Grimdark It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better Sanji is really homophobic in this fic because he's dealing with being bi jknjkn Roronoa Zoro is Bad At Feelings and deals with his feeling AWFULLY BDSM Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane Dead Dove: Do Not Eat i'm only tagging it as dead dove for safety because this is dark

authors note:

So, this is more like a personal little mission for me. I wrote a cringy fanfic called Who’s That Person when I was 13. That was ten years ago. I am about to turn 25 this year. I have been rewatching One Piece and decided I really liked the idea of Who Is This Person, but I wrote it poorly because I was 13. So, I am going to revise it. I still get comments on the sequel called Misery asking if I will ever continue it.

SO. With that said, this fanfic will be entirely different. No more ooc suicide attempts or just cringy sex scenes and DEFINATELY no mpreg if there’s a sequel. It will also be set in the modern world because I don’t know if I ever explained what verse Who’s This Person was written in. Probably didn’t think about it too much. Either way, I hope this is a lot better because I cringe whenever I read the original.

THIS STORY IS PRIMARY TOLD IN EITHER SANJI'S POV OR ZORO'S POV. Similarly to the original aha. But I will indicate it clearly in the story.

LOGGING ON; S POV

The idea of online dating had seemed abhorrent to Sanji. A self-proclaimed pristine gentleman who was interested in real romance and not the one behind a screen. Online dating, among his age group, seemed to kind of be the norm. When he had his weekly meetings with Nami and Robin (his gal pals), they (although, more Nami than anything) seemed to talk a lot about their online escapades. 

It was time to consider the possibility of modernizing his dating pool. It is time he experimented a little in the modern age. It was about time that he considered trying a dating app. 

It might have sounded very boomerish but it was more a case of not knowing what to expect online but maybe that was what was so exciting. Sanji rarely had any time to date as much as he liked. Being a chef at his father's restaurant was draining, and the hours were antisocial. Too many long nights and sleeping in to catch up with much needed sleep. He longed to date as he was a romantic person but there was never enough time in the day to date. So, here he was, finishing up a profile on a swiping dating app that Nami recommended. 

It wasn’t long until after the account was live, he got a few swipes. Naturally, he swiped right on pretty much all of them. Afterall, he would give every woman a chance. 

One in particular caught his eye, however. It made him stop before he swiped. A beautiful woman with dark brown hair, big blue eyes and a very soft feminine face. She looked like a model; someone who didn’t seem real. Her name was Zoey. It was even a question of whether or not to swipe for her. She seemed like she might be a joke. Either way, 

Z: Hey. Thanks for the swipe. I hope we can talk soon.

That was how this worked then. Huh. Easy. Quickly and with much eagerness, Sanji typed out a message in return. He was unsure if the same tactics worked online as they would in person. It was hard to gauge a reaction from not being able to see someone’s face but maybe that was the excitement.

S: I’m here now, dear. I’d love to talk ♡.

The annoying thing about this was the waiting game that one had to endure with these types of conversations. Nothing was instant. It wasn’t like when you chatted to someone, and you had to wait for every calculated move. It certainly wasn’t like normal dating.

Z: Cool. What are you up to? 

Well, wasn’t it obvious? He was spending his time being lonely talking to someone he had never met online. But, besides the point.

S: I’m talking to you, darling. Actually, I just made this profile two seconds ago. You are the first lucky lady I’ve spoken to.

S: What are you up to?

Z: Lucky me.

Z: I’ve just been to the gym. It was leg day today.

Z: So, I’m just going back to my apartment for a nice warm bath and a beer. Maybe a nap.

Z: I’ll be honest, this is my first time on an app like this. I don’t usually do the whole dating thing normally. But I was told I needed to loosen up and live a little by some friends.

Hmm. That was similar to him actually. Although it wasn’t so much that he was doing this because Robin and Nami encouraged him to. This was probably a good idea. Probably. Well, he was tired of his mundane life at Zeff’s restaurant anyway.

S: I understand, dear. I’ve never made a dating profile in my life.

S: I work at my father’s restaurant. Well, adoptive father. He practically raised me.

S: But he’s a piece of work. I have ambitions of being a chef, but he won’t let me in the kitchen. I wait tables. It’s not what I want to be doing. If I’m not waiting tables, I’m bartending.

S: I’m not sure if you’ve been to the Baratie?

Z: I have heard of it. Not really been in it. It’s too expensive for my taste… I prefer a shitty rundown bar.

S: Hmph. Baratie IS a shitty rundown restaurant in my opinion.

S: What do you do? I’ve told you I’m a waiter. Do you have some embarrassing day job then?

Z: I’m a personal trainer. I work at a gym.

Z: It’s not all that exciting.

Z: I’d pick being a waiter over being a personal trainer any day.

She seemed…down to earth. It reminded him of talking to Nami or Robin. Conversation felt incredibly natural. As he lay there looking around his surroundings, his room in his apartment that had cooking books strewn around the room that he had been looking into but everything else seemed very tame in comparison. Things were getting rather dull and predictable which made him what to spice things up and holding back in conversations such as these were not his style at all. It was time to be more… direct.

S: Hmmm. I don’t know… I’d kill to have a personal trainer like you ;)

Maybe a little too cheesy. He bites his lip and hopes it lands. There’s a minute or so with no message. Because it was a little bit of a gamble, the minute in between this message and the next one seemed significantly longer than any other message and to be honest, he was beginning to think he had down something wrong but that was all until the next message came through.

Z: Hm.

Z: If you want to play that game, I think you make a handsome waiter…

Z: A man like you serving my every need? I think that’s exactly what you’re supposed to do.

And…Sanji was not expecting that kind of response and it made him sit upright in the bed. It was…bold. Suspiciously bold actually. Normally his attempts at wooing women didn’t exactly earn that kind of response. It took him a few minutes to even think of what to say but before he could type something in return, she writes again.

Z: I have to go…run some errands.

Z: It was nice talking to you.

Z: I’m interested in getting to know you if you are interested in me too. I think we could have a very special relationship J

Z: See you later, Sanji.

Sanji almost at once replies back. The conversation is over quicker than it has begun but he doubts it will be the last.

S: Of course. I’ll talk to you later, starshine.

Zoey is now offline.

Sanji let himself fall back against the bed. It was a short conversation, but it left an impact on him. What kind of special relationship was she after? He thought about what she said for a minute but then disregarded it. After all, she was merely a stranger on the internet and perhaps she was only there to fill a need of her own but...

How does one conversation get you so invested?

He hadn’t forgotten about tonight. It may not have seemed interesting at first, but the start of the night from 6pm he had to go to work. Tonight, Zeff (his adoptive father) was working which meant that Sanji was front of house. He didn’t hate being front of house; it wasn’t a particularly hard job, but it meant he was as far away from the kitchen as possible.

See, Sanji had so much respect and admiration for Zeff. Zeff practically raised Sanji when no one else would. Zeff stepped up as a father to Sanji when his own father (who he doesn’t know or remember) abandoned him. Sanji had absolutely nothing to his name and not a roof over his head when Zeff found him.

So, it wasn’t as if Zeff and Sanji hated each other. There was a lot of love there but...not at work. Zeff kept Sanji as far away from the kitchen as possible, especially when he was working. If he wasn’t, he made sure Sanji wasn’t scheduled for kitchen duty. This brought a lot of frustration as Sanji wanted to be a chef and being a chef in Zeff’s restaurant seemed like the ideal choice for him but... There was a lot more to it than that.

To others, they never seemed like they got on. They are constantly bickering. Zeff telling Sanji that the reason he isn’t allowed to cook is because his cooking is shit, Sanji calling Zeff’s restaurant shitty and rundown...that kind of things.

However, he obviously didn’t mean it because nights like to tonight, Zeff would retire early and hand Sanji the keys to the restaurant telling him he’s on lock up duty.

Sanji didn’t mind. It was a moment of quiet for him. Once the staff were dismissed, Sanji would just do some admin out the back. Tonight was no different. However, he kept looking at his phone. Since Zoey, Sanji had managed to start conversations with other women. Some of them charming, some disinterested and some just looking for friendly conversation but none caught his eyes like Zoey did.

Sanji was in the middle of some paperwork in the office when he heard a bang on the door. It scared the shit out of him. He nearly fell off his chair but at once the voice that shouted out made Sanji annoyed more than anything.

“SANJI! I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE! I’M HERE FOR THE FOOD IN THE KITCHEN”

God damnit Luffy.

Sanji almost ran from the office to the front door where, in the darkness of the night, his friend Luffy was standing with his face against the window. Sanji unlocked the door.

“Hey! Do you want me to lose my job?” Sanji opened the door to see Luffy standing there. Luffy was one of his best friends. He actually met Luffy here; because Luffy ate Zeff out of house and home and got forced to do the dishes for a week as payment. He got to know Luffy and his antics. He admired Luffy’s carefree nature so much. Luffy merely smiled and pushed his way to the door, following him was his other friend, Nami.

“Hey Sanji! Sorry he was so excited to be here,” Her sweet voice said throwing him a wink which at once lessoned his anger.

“He just needs to keep his fucking voice down. I could lose my job if Zeff finds out he’s helping himself to food from the kitchen,”

Sanji had an arrangement with Luffy. Luffy stopped turning up the Baratie and eating without paying the bill, and Sanji would let him into the kitchen on nights he’s closing up and he had free range of the food that’s going to be thrown out. Sanji disagrees with the idea that food should be thrown out like this; at least let someone who doesn’t have much eat it.

Or at least Luffy so Zeff stops popping blood vessels whenever he comes by.

Just as Sanji is about to close the door, a hand grabs onto the end of it and pushes it open. Sanji didn’t see that they had taken their other friend along.

Roronoa Zoro. Sanji and Zoro were not friends.

“Aren’t you going to let me in, shitty cook?”

Sanji was so close to slamming the door right in his stupid moss head face and break that stupid look on his face. Zoro was built like a brick house and had a hair full of moss like hair. He just looked so stupid in Sanji’s eyes. He hated when Zoro tagged along like a stupid mossy looking dog.

“Not with that damn attitude,”

Although Sanji looked smaller in comparison, he had just as much strength as Zoro so he tried to push the door back only for Nami to grab his shoulder gently.

“Come on you two. Can’t you two stop bickering for once in your life?” Immediately, because it was Nami, Sanji opened the door and let Zoro in who basically barged past him. Had Nami not been there to defuse the situation, there would have been a fight as Sanji clenched his jaw watching Zoro just barge into Zeff’s restaurant like this, the disrespect!

“Fine. I’ve got work to do in the back. Will you PLEASE make sure Luffy doesn’t get into the good fridge? And that Mosshead keeps to a one drink minimun. He’s lucky I let him even have one,”

They both look at Zoro, who has made his way over the beautiful looking bar off the corner. He’s in the fridge looking for a beer. God, just the look on his face makes Sanji want to punch his face.

“Fine. Don’t worry. I’ll look after him. Just do what you need to do...please!” Nami said with that sweet voice of hers. If Nami didn’t only like girls...

“Fine. Anything for you~!” Sanji turned to go for the back, giving Zoro one last glare before he did. Then he went back into the office and started doing the administration he was supposed to have done a while back. About 5 minutes into it, his phone buzzes. He assumes it’s going to be Nami sheepishly telling him that Luffy got into the fridge or that Zoro has opened a second beer but...

YOU HAVE A MESSAGE FROM: Zoey.

Quickly, Sanji opens his phone and opened the app only to read her message.

Z: Are you awake? I just got back from the gym.

S: Yes, yes, I’m awake. I’m just cashing up for the night

His reply came rather quickly. He didn’t realise but he had been hoping for all day that she would message him.

Z: Good.

Z: I know we’ve only started talking but I like talking to you, Sanji.

Z: There’s something about you that I really like.

S: I’m very flattered. I enjoyed our conversation this morning too.

Sanji continued to type away at the admin on his computer. He was half paying attention to the conversation. Normally he would have managed to get this done quicker but he would stop every now and then to speak to Zoey. The conversation was really casual until near the end, just when he was away to finish cashing up, a message caught his eye as it came from entirely out of nowhere.

Z: So, Sanji, I want to ask you something, but I don’t want to scare you away. I really like the connection we have already, but I want to ask, what do you think about... kinkier stuff?

LOGGING ON: Z’s POV

“Hey Zoro...”

Zoro was barely paying attention to Luffy’s whining. Something about the good fridge being locked or something. Hell, if he knew. Luffy had currently found himself a bunch of plates of food that didn’t make the cut (but was fine otherwise) desserts, sweets and all that but he is still complaining about not being able to get into the fridge. However, it is not Luffy that is pestering this time.

He had lost track of time since Sanji had went into the back. He had been sitting at the bar, legs on the table on his phone. Not a habit Zoro often indulged in but recently, something rather interesting happened that made it more...so.

“Hey....Zoro!”

It seemed that Zoro was too invested in whatever was going on and that was annoying Nami. Since this morning, when she first seen Zoro, he’d been acting a little...bizarre. He was not one to be distracted by his phone unless it was for a reason. Sometimes, Zoro even forgot he had one but as of today, Zoro has been watching his phone like an absolute hawk.

So, Nami decided the next logical thing to do and while he wasn’t looking, Nami snatched it out of his hand.

“Wha-”

Zoro suddenly realised what had happened jumped to his feet and nearly tackled her, but Nami prepared herself for this and stood to the side.

“Oooh, you finally have a girlfriend? Is that why you keep looking at your phone?” So far, Nami didn’t look at the screen. She didn’t really feel the need to right now as she kept dodging Zoro who was increasingly getting more flustered with her.

“Nami, I swear... Give me it back or I will punch you across this room,” Zoro didn’t often threaten his friends. Not as a joke but Nami decided to push his buttons a little more as she then went to look at the phone.

“Hey, maybe I should introduce myself as one of your best-” Nami interrupted herself as she saw the contents of his screen. It was a dating app. It was a familiar dating app. It was a dating app that Nami frequented but... she never saw Zoro on it. Maybe he had blocked her, so they didn’t match. She seen the last message... that was sent by Zoro.

Z: So, Sanji, I want to ask you something, but I don’t want to scare you away. I really like the connection we have already, but I want to ask, what do you think about... kinkier stuff?

Sanji? No. Zoro and Sanji hated each other. They couldn’t stand each other. Why would they be...wait... Zoro’s name wasn’t Zoro. It was Zoey.

“Z-Zoro...what is...”

Just then, Luffy burst through from the kitchen just as Zoro had grabbed the phone from her hand and shoved it back into his pocket as if nothing happened. Luffy looked at the two of them and frowned.

“Hey. No fights without me! I thought Sanji would be finished by now,”

Nami didn’t know what to say. She felt like her head was spinning. What was going on between her two friends. She looked at Luffy and then Zoro before she took a step. “Should I go check on him?”

Although he never showed it, Zoro stepped forward with every intention of stopping her, “I don’t think dartboard brows will be long. Wasn’t there another case of food you didn’t seen near the door to the back? That’s normally where they keep the good beer as well,”

Luffy scoffed and shook his head, “You know I don’t like beer, but I guess I’ll go have a look. Thanks Zoro,” Luffy turned his heels to go back into the kitchen. That left Zoro and Nami alone again. Nami turned to look him before she started heading towards where she knew Sanji would be. That was until she heard Zoro’s voice.

“Don’t you want to know why before you storm off and make matters worse?”

Nami turned on her heels. She could barely look at Zoro right now. Zoro was, in clear view, catfishing Sanji on a dating website. She assumed it was because Zoro hated Sanji so much that he was going to make him miserable by doing something like this. To embarrass Sanji and humiliate him. Nami didn’t mind a bit of banter between friends. A little bit of bullying was fine, but this right here was taking it too far.

“I don’t care what reasons you have. I understand you hate Sanji, but this is really cruel Zoro. I thought you were above this,”

Zoro’s eyebrows knitted together as he watched her. He seemed calm enough. He sat down again, looking at her and shaking his head.

“You think I’m doing this because I hate him? Hm. Maybe it does seem that way...doesn’t it,” There was something about the way Zoro was acting that seemed very unreadable, but Nami could only assume that was the reason. Why else would you catfish someone other than...? Now it was Nami’s turn to be confused which Zoro seen and in the most casual way, he revealed a secret leaning back with a beer in hand.

“Did you know I’m gay, Nami?”

Nami now fully turned to Zoro. Nami took a breath. Something like this didn’t bother her. Nami was a lesbian and was happily in a relationship with another friend of theirs, Vivi. Their friendship group was pretty diverse. There was Luffy who was asexual and aromantic. Robin and Franky, despite being in a relationship, were both bisexual. Brook was an old gay man. Usopp was bisexual as well.

Sanji was the outlier. The one person who wasn’t like the rest of them...

“No, I didn’t know you were. Is this how you’re coming out to me? By catfishing one of my best friends? Because this is one hell of a coming out,” She breathed out.

“No, just listen Nami,” Zoro was clearly becoming a little impatient Nami could have laughed. She really could have. Zoro and Sanji hated each other. Or at least that’s what she thought.

“So, you’re...what... catfishing him. That’s pretty fucked up,”

“I didn’t intend on it being him. Listen, Luffy and Usopp made the profile on my phone as a joke. When I went to delete it, I got curious and started swiping through people. Sanji’s profile appeared. I only started talking to him today. It’s...nice to talk to him without him being annoying or antagonising me. It’s like we’re friends-”

“You know you could just talk to him too and not be a dick about it. This is a pretty extreme way of going about it. And what about that last message about kink-”

It was at that moment that Sanji appeared through the kitchen doors looking absolutely furious with Luffy who was covered in... chocolate. The two of them stopped looking angry at each other and looked at their friend.

“Zeff is going to be absolutely furious with me! A whole chocolate cake! Gone!” Sanji pushed Luffy who went and stood next to Zoro. Sanji looked at Nami and looked at Zoro.

“Who told him about the case next to the door? The one that’s clearly for cakes?”

“It’s just a cake,” Zoro replied casually, “I’m sure if Zeff lets you near the kitchen you can just make another one, waiter,”

If Sanji wasn’t already at 100, he was now with Zoro’s little comment. Sanji was ready to storm in that kitchen, but he took a moment to compose himself.

“I’m going to have to stay all night to replace that cake so whatever you three wanted me to do with you, I’m going to have to say no,” Sanji showed them to the door, “Now please, leave.”

“Fiiine I had my share. I wonder if Shanks has left me anything...” Luffy said as he headed towards the door. Zoro just looked at Sanji who scowled at him then Nami looked at Sanji. She wanted to say something about Zoro. About...Zoey...

“Sanji...”

“Nami... Dear, I’d love you to stay but I have a cake to make and Zeff will kill me,” Sanji never got mad at her, and he wasn’t mad at her. However, this was the politest way of saying please leave.

“Okay...” Maybe tomorrow, if he was free...she didn’t want to upset him more than he already was. She left and was left with Zoro because Luffy decided to go to Shanks house instead. It was awkward because Zoro probably knew what Nami wanted to do. They walked alongside each other and didn’t talk.

Until Zoro broke the silence. A deep almost regretful sigh left his lips as he stopped on the street. He looked at Nami before talking.

“I’ll delete the profile tonight. It was a stupid thing for me to do...”

Nami nodded in agreement. “Thank you Zoro. I won’t tell him if you do that...”

#zosan fanfic #zoro x sanji #one piece zosan

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Red Candles Pt 14

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Trouble? Touch Me!

It’s a long shot but honestly right now you’ll take anything. Going to prison doesn’t sound like a great time, and you’ve been through hell already you don’t need to go crawling up Fire escapes trying to out run the Detective. That graffiti on the wall? Oh you know already exactly who that is, and what it’ll do!

Without a beat you bolt, and the sweaty detective Is fats on your heels “HEY!! OHH NO! NOT THIS TIME PAL! GET BACK HERE!” Fast as your tired legs will carry you, you rush for the ridiculous graffiti and go to slam your haNd on the Stache, but end up falling straight through it like some sort of Super Mario 64 painting!

With a jolt of static you gasp for air, panting from the run, finDing yourself in a make up room backstage somewhere. Gaudy game show music blasts through the walls. Oh shit- You’re late for the show!! Or are you early?

There’s a sudden ruckus of screaming, loud explosive bangs and eventually yelling before a dark haired woman comes storming back stage “I’ve had enough. I’m done. I do NOT get paid enough for this. This is the LAST ti-” She pauses seeing you standing in the backstage room “Oh!- er.. Hello! Have you been back here this whole time? So so sorry, I know you were waiting to go on, shows cancelled.. AGAIN”

A sheepish face with bright pink mustacHe pokes his head around the corner “am I fired?” The producer gives a growling sigh of frustration before storming off again, “we’ll see...” but not before giving you a smile “Have a good day” The door slams shut behind her

Mr Warfstache sort of pauses before looking to you, a bit flustered for a second before he hurries over. For gods sake Wilford whEre’s your pants? Every damn time! At least he has good taste in boxers.. These have pink unicorns on.

“ah so sawry friend! Looks like the show didn’t go so well. I’m not sure whyyy. All I did was get rid of a pesky mosquito...” He pauSes at the sound of a small bell dinging from the stage but he wafts a hand at it. He’ll get it later. “Ah Sawry to keep you waiting-” “OFFICE!!!” the producers voice yells from behind the door to your left and its weird but you feel a sense of Deja Vu going on somewhere. Wilford quickly hurries off to the office, leaving you alone again backstage.

Well... At least Abe isn’t around to arrest you now... You take a moment tO peer around while listening to the absolute reeming that Wilford is getting. blah blah stop shooting guests blah blah it was an accident blah blah i don’t wanna hear it blah blah im sorry blah blah cant believe I’m giving yoU another chance.

The door opened again with an exasperated producer storming out with their bag and Wilford waddling out looking Like a grounded child. “.... Well... I spose I awta send you hommme- ah unless!” His mood immediately brightened as he perked up “You’re here for something else!” A lil stache waggle and he leaned closer “Hmmm.. Tabaco, whiskey, bawdy odor and -” snifffffffffffff! “a hint of cotton candy- WHY YOU MUST KNOW MY FRIEND THE DETECTIVE!” You glance around to where you’d come through the graffiti, its gone, just a sofa behind you now. you glance back and Wilford’s gone. A quick glance around, you spin full circle shake your head- how in the hell did you end up in the detective’S office. Aw crap! ...ɥⅎ ɯɹʅꝹ

“AAAAABE!” The Detective looking forlorn at the loss of another suspect suddenly scrambles up out of his chair, gun in hand “WHAH!- Y-YOU!” The gun aims at Wilford, his eyes flash to you. “YOU!!!!” The gun changes onto you instead and you quickly put your hands up. “How did you-.. never mind I’m not gonna ask! Nice of you to step right into my office!” “You redecorated!” Wilford grinned brightly as he took a tour around the no longer black and white office, sure it was a ruddy brown mostly but hey brown was a color! In fact brown tended to be all colors mixed into one! It seemed to actually bright a little more colorfully wherever Wilford was stood though. “You keep your hands where I can see ‘em” Abe yelled at you with a point of the gun before keeping it fixed on the bigger threat. Warfstache.

“You’re not getting away from me this time! You walked right into the lions den, PAL!” “You have kittens!?” Wilford immediately started to hunt around. “What- n- no! Its a meta-” “AWWW! THEYRE SO CUTE!” “Wait wha-” Wilford emerged from the corner of the room holding two calico kittens, grinning like an idiot. “Where in the-” Abe glances to yOu with a look of utter confusion and you returned it with a shrug. Abe quickly put the gun on Wilford again but his grips Faltering now, can’t shoot a guy holding kittens!

As Wilford moved around showing the kitTens to a flustered frustrated detective who can’t help but pet one, you notice the gun and knife on Wilford’s person. Of course he has one of each but- wait... so do you. You have a knife still. Carefully you draw it from your bag. If you’re gonna be trapped in here its best to be armed...

𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑎𝑠𝑙 𝑌ℎ𝑖𝑖𝑝𝑎, 𝑘𝑝𝑘 𝑓𝑣𝑏 𝑛𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑣𝑧𝑎? You shake your head and look around the office again. Abe seems pretty distracted and while the graffiti did lead you on a bit of a run around, it’s put you back on a path...somewhere.. Maybe not too far away from your objective. You could probably sneak away tHrough the door and leave these two to their long heated rivalry...and kittens. Abe probably wouldn’t even notice, hell maybe ole Warfy is actually doing exactly what you need, Abe’s back is to the door and you right now and Wilford actually seems to be keeping him like that. He gives a lil Stache waggle and wink to you over Abe’s shoulder and goes back to fussing over names for the kittens. “How about Terrance and Arty?” “Aww I like Bubbles and Muttonchops!” “What- th-those are terrible!”

Slowly but carefully you inch your way out of the office to head into the rest of the station, there’s a bit of a fizzling noise as you pass through the door into the kitchen and as you turn around- wait...

You stare at the new area you’ve been warped into and your shoulder sink. Does this crap ever end? One after another. It’s getting nauseating! With a heaved sigh you take a look around.. again... Clean white walls, floors, ceiling, a bed, night stand, an I.V. polE. Hospital.

𝑃𝑚𝑥𝑥𝑝𝑖 𝑉𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑚𝑥 𝑗𝑠𝑦𝑟ℎ 𝑥𝑙𝑖 𝑔𝑒𝑣𝑣𝑠𝑥!

With a sigh you carefully move to the Door, opening it to peer out to the left, to the right. DArk? It’s so Dark you can barely see, but thankfully it seeMs you’re in luck. The light on the wall opposite you is flickeriNg in sort of an arrow shapE pointing to the left. Though there is also an arrow pointing right that says EXIT. Each path seems to leaD to a Dark hallway...

Your Choices Are As Follows:

Glitchy Arrow Maybe it’s a sign? Well- it IS a sign, a literal sign.. but y’know maybe a figurative sign too! The sign reads Elevator and Stairs.

Exit Hospital? Hell no! Get me out of here! Who knows what kind of crazy Doctors are running around this place. ʌɥⅎʅs ʍzu ʌsƃ ɯɹ ᴉʌǝʌᴉʅn ɥⅎ ɯɹʅꝹ

OOC: We had a tie breaker today folks! I ended up asking a friend who hears a lot of my planning to pick one and they picked Stache. Also I believe we’re quickly coming to the close here folks! I wanna thank you all again for a fun adventure! I might do another one once this is done if folks still wanna do these! Let me know in your next asks if you’d be interested in another! Extra vote from Sparkplugmedia: Trouble? Touch Me!

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REMUS & MARY’S BIRTHDAY PARTY PART 1

dates ooc rping: 13/03/2021 - 15/03/2021

date ic: Saturday 12/03/1983

discord group thread with: @luhpxns @macmary @padfoot-chaos @peterpxttigrew @suchadorcas @oh-evans @jamspctter @starryeyxdmckinnon

summary so far (to be continued)

location: Marauders apartment, fun chaos and drinking games. Awkward questions left lingering silences numbed by alcoholic beverages. Spin the bottle ensues with a Kiss, Question or Drink scenarios. Remus and Sirius kiss, Peter and Remus shot duel, Sirius and Marlene slip to the bathroom for an almost kiss, while Potter shamelessly flirts with Lily. Dorcas reminisces on favourite songs and Mary worries over their questions during spin the bottle.

Marlene McKinnon

Wine glass in one hand and wand in the other, Marlene absently sipping with gentle flicks of her wand as she strung up some bunting for more decorations. "How long has it been?" The witch called over her shoulder and light quirk of an eye brow, asking for a time check on Remus and Mary's location. "We should have confiscated their wands and keys so atleast we'd have some warning. Anyone fancy volunteering to run after them to give a loud warning of arrival? A howl, a screech, saying how beautiful we all look tonight?" A small smirk pulling onto her features before she added, catching one of her friends with a bottle of liquor in their hand. "Hey not so fast-" She asked with a charming warm smile pulling onto her features as she held out her wine glass for more alcohol.

Lily Evans

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you," Lily crooned, topping up Marlene's glass. "We all know I can't go, I'm so shite with surprises." Lily's lack of a poker face unfortunately made her possibly the worst liar in the room. "They should be round any minute- what if we told them there's a fire so they've got to run up?" An awful idea, but she'd probably had a little too much to drink already. "If they don't hurry, I'm going to be absolutely sloshed by the time they get here," she groaned.

Sirius Black

“Red, we’d all love to see you sloshed so don’t tempt me.” Sirius had a bottle of his own in his hand and used it to pour just a little bit extra into Lily’s drink. “Remus is a creature of habit. He’s never spent longer than half an hour at the shop so they’ll be back any minute now - just trust me.” He took a long swig of his own concoction, glancing between the two women. “Until then — shots? And just so you know that wasn’t really a question, it was more a warning that I’m about to pour you both shots regardless of what you say.”

James Potter

James quickly made his way over beside Lily and jokingly wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "A sloshed Lily at a surprise party sounds like the best surprise," laughing he looked over to Sirius. "We got this all planned down to a T! He won't expect a single thing, I would be surprised if it doesn't throw him off his rocker," he let go of Lily moving to his best friends side. "Don't have to tell me twice Padfoot, shots sound amazing, do you guys want any?" He looked over to Marlene and Lily set on this being an amazing time with good friends.

Dorcas Meadowes

Doe giggled as the last of her decorations went into place finishing her fire whiskey. "There's always a refill here." With a flick of her wand she raised her bottle and refilled her glass. "Just happy to vibe." She smiled to herself, propping herself up in the corner. Keeping this a secret had been hard but also worth it and she needed to turn off her brain every now and then.

Marlene McKinnon

Marlene couldn't help but draw her eyes briefly away from James and Lily as he looped his arm around her. It shouldn't have bothered her, it was years ago it didn't matter. Still, how could she say it didn't sting even now when the person who'd supposed to love you for five years loved your best friend all along instead. She was definately going to need another drink to deal with that. An easy warm smile pulling onto her features the witch went back to stringing up last minute decorations with a light tilt of her head. "Do I want a shot? Do you even have to ask? I'll take two, maybe three. Unless you don't think you can keep up?" The witch smirked, a challenging quirk of an eye brow directed in Sirius' direction.

Sirius Black

Sirius shared a grin with James because they both knew where this narrative led. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence to find the pair suggesting shots at a party, and that more often than not led to chaos. “I’ve got a selection for you beautiful people - wizard or muggle alcohol? Strong or extra strong? Are you weak enough to need a mixer?” He stood there amongst his various bottles as if he was some sort of bartender, but the grin was too mischievous to be professional. His eye caught Marlene’s as she looked in his direction. “And you’re getting doubles.”

Marlene McKinnon

"Trying to get me drunk Black?" The witch questioned with a smirk and quirk of an eye brow before she finished stringing up the last of the decoration. "Now you-" Marlene spoke turning to point lightly at her room mate, pausing only momentarily to link her arms with Lily's. "-firewhiskey. You'll be dancing ontop of the tables tonight if I have anything to say about it."

Dorcas Meadowes

"GUYS HOLD UP!!" She spoke loud enough for everyone to hear her jumping up quickly. She paused wrinkling her nose to make sure. Her voice dropped and she nodded. "They're coming. They're here." Now she perked up a little more excited knowing they were right outside.

James Potter

James glanced at Sirius with a look of complete excitement. "Hide! Or you won't get shots," he mock threatened quickly swishing his wand so the lights began turning off.

Remus Lupin

“Now I know that Sirius and James like a drink but this is a bit excessive.” Raising the two bags up toward Mary he laughed. “Who needs this much beer? Apparently it was just to stock up but they look like they’re stocking up for the apocalypse.” Juggling the bags in his hands, Remus attempted to dig a hand in his pocket to get the house key out of it. “Mary can you get the key out my pocket please? I can’t reach it with all the beers.” @Mary Macdonald

Mary Macdonald

❛ i think time has proven that they can each handle their drink fairly well, sirius more so but perhaps they're just planning on going completely balls to walls for the occasion. ❜ mary adds, looking down at the two bags with playful dismay, tutting quietly. unable to keep the smile from their lips. in truth, they couldn't talk. they'd always been one for taking things a step too far on occasion too. ❛ no problemo, birthday boy. ❜ moving to reach into his jacket's pocket, their fingers wriggle around a moment before taking it between their fingers. going right ahead and unlocking the door for him too, pushing it open for them both, only to be met with an incredibly dark, lonely looking flat...

Remus Lupin

“You’re a good egg, birthday pal.” Remus watched as Mary reached their hand into his jacket pocket and opened up the front door, walking in ahead of him into complete darkness. “Have we had a black out or something?” Remus asked, standing in the dark front room with the bags in his hand. “Stick a light on will you Mary.”

Sirius Black

Mary didn’t have a chance to put a light on, because all of a sudden the flat was illuminated with bewitched lights and the smiling faces of their friends who all stood around with drinks in their hands. “Happy birthday, you old gits!” Sirius shouted, taking it upon himself to walk over and push pre-prepared, obnoxiously strong drinks into both of their hands. “Happy birthday.” He repeated. “Are you surprised? Down those. You’ve got some catching up to do.”

Remus Lupin

Remus blinked twice, dropping the bags to the floor as the room became illuminated. The first thing he noticed was the faces of all the people he loved staring back at him and Mary, big smiles on their faces and drinks in their hand. Remus was deeply touched, more than any of them could ever really know but it wasn’t very Marauder to cry at your joint birthday party. “You fuckers.” Remus laughed as Sirius pushed a drink into their hands. “I have to say I didn’t suspect anything, I just thought you and James wanted to get plastered in the front room. This is amazing. Honestly, thank you.”(edited)

James Potter

James let out a loud cheer alongside a surprise snatching a shot from the ones Sirius had made for himself. "Hey! Guys!" He took three shot glasses over to Doe, Marlene and Lily. "The promised shots, and Marlene yes I can count but right now I can only carry so many," he sassed before running over to Remus. "Happy birthday bud, yeah I definitely wouldn't want to get plastered with everyone else. Also Mary, happy birthday are you also surprised?"

Mary Macdonald

mary was just as taken aback. this was really the last thing they had been expecting to come from today and yet, it wasn't unlike their friends at all. so much so that they really should have been expecting this. a bright smile spreading across mary's lips as they take in the sight... all their friends together, their found family gathered in the living room celebrating their birthdays. ❛ well shit! ❜ they cried, exchanging the keys in their hand for an unspecified drink from sirius, ❛ you lot are fucking amazing, and i love each and every one of you so much! ❜ mary grinned, eyeing the drink. really, it was all happening so fast, that within an instant, the drink was downed without another word said. they had catching up to do, didn't they? ❛ yeah, i'm surprised! i was surprised way back when you guys wanted me to join in on your birthday drinks for remus... but this? this is... kinda, truly incredible! ❜

Lily Evans

"Happy birthday, love," Lily ran for her best friend, throwing her arms around Mary and squeezed them about as tight as she could before moving on to hug Remus. "Love you both endlessly. Now drink that," she motioned to the drinks in their hands before grabbing her own shot from James. "Black is right, you're both massively behind."

Marlene McKinnon

A wide warm smile pulled onto the corners of her lips at the sight of the pair. "Happy Birthday-" The witch called setting her drink down so she could go and loop her arms tightly around Mary first, planting a kiss on their cheek before doing exactly the same to Remus as she stepped back to look at the pair. Thumb moving up to rub a bit of lipstick off Mary's cheek with a small oops. "And as your best friends who love and adore you both, that it truly is our duty and really our honor to make sure you have a truly terrible hang over come tomorrow morning." Marlene spoke sarcastically a smirk pulling at the edge of her features. "So- drink up both of you-" The witch paused to nudge Remus lightly as she looked down at his drink before adding: "There will be shots in the kitchen when you've finished that."

Remus Lupin

“Jesus of course there will be.” Remus laughed, watching Mary down their drink like a trooper. “You legend MacDonald, you’re showing me up now.” Exchanging a grin with Sirius, Remus downed the drink. It tasted like goblin’s piss and burned the back of his throat as it snaked it’s way down. “Black that’s actually vile, whatever you’ve mixed in there should be registered.” He replied with a laugh and a slight cough. “No but really guys. Thank you.” Grabbing two of the beers out of the box, he opened one with the other and passed one to Mary before signalling for James to throw him the bottle opener for his own one. “Happy Birthday Mary. Can’t wait to not remember it with you.” Raising his beer in the air toward them he clinked it against their’s.

James Potter

James never downed beer as fast as he did shots of hard liquor. He sipped at it, letting the drink make him warm. With a soft sigh he smiled. "I'm happy to be of service for the two of you, so may this be one of the best parties we have," he winked at Remus finally downing half the beer. "I'm gonna annoy someone else -- birthday people, who should I annoy? Other than you two? I also have your gifts don't let me forget."

Sirius Black

If looks could kill James would be six feet under, because Sirius’s expression could kill a man. “Acting like you’re moving elsewhere - finish the rest of that beer and stop acting like a wuss.” The grin on his face was the one he often wore during the parties he threw. Mischievous, ready to get everybody drunk, and ready to get drunk himself. “You’re all partying in my flat, so i dictate that you all need to be drunker, and that we have a lot of catching up to do because we’ve not all been in the same room since school.”

Remus Lupin

“Christ that makes me feel old.” Remus remarked, taking a sip of his beer. “What are you drinking anyway Padfoot? You’re doing a lot of talking and not a lot of drinking for someone trying to get everyone drunk.” Remus teased with a smirk.

Sirius Black

It was a challenge that Sirius had never been able to deny. He and Remus locked eyes, and he lifted his bottle of firewhiskey to his lips and took a very painful few sips. “I’ve drank more than you and Mary combined. Don’t give me that.” He pushed his bottle towards Remus. “Who do you take me for? I’m almost offended.”

Remus Lupin

“I take you for a fool Padfoot.” Remus joked. “Also yeah of course you’ve had more to drink than me and Mary we’ve just turned up. As the birthday boy I think I order birthday shots because as everyone keeps saying I’ve got catching up to do and apparently you’re a man on a mission.”

James Potter

James laughed. "Okay, okay, I will stay I have missed you lot an awful bunch," he pouted leaning up against Sirius. "If drunk is what you want -- drunk is what you get as long as my pants stay up unlike at the Yule Ball," James chugged the rest of his beer before moving to do what Remus said and take a shot.

Marlene McKinnon

Quirking an eye brow as the boys started to get into a competitive spirit, Marlene found her eyes drawing to Lily with a pointed look one that was shared often and simply known as 'Boys'. "Well as delightful as it is to watch this- I think some more drinks are in order. I'm sure I spotted a bottle of giggle water in the kitchen. Lil, do you want to come?" Mar asked with a light quirk of an eye brow as she turned to her flat mate @Lily Evans

James Potter

Remus Lupin

“Okay but honestly what happened with the pants situation because I never got any clarity on this?” Remus asked with a chuckle.

Lily Evans

Lily hopped up and grabbed Marlene's hand. "Yes, let's leave them to their glory day reliving," she teased, pulling her to the kitchen. "Do you think we really got Mary? They looked surprised, but I can never tell with these things." She took a perch on the countertop. @Marlene McKinnon

Remus Lupin

“Okay but honestly what happened with the pants situation because I never got any clarity on this?” Remus asked with a chuckle.

James Potter

James almost choked on his drink, mainly due to the horrid choice of alcohol Sirius decided to go with. "Snape give me a potion that he kind fo hexed to make my pants fall off. Anti climatic sorry mate."

Remus Lupin

Remus laughed loudly. “That’s not anti-climactic in the slightest. That’s actually just hilarious.” His gaze flitted to Marlene and Lily for a moment as he watched them go into the kitchen leaving James and Remus in the living room. “The real question I have for you Prongs which can in no way be anti-climactic and an answer is demanded as it’s my birthday is - how was your date the other day? I know it was with Lily but I haven’t been able to catch you and find out how it all went.” @James Potter

James Potter

James felt his cheeks burn red the minute Remus asked the question he knew he was sure to get anytime soon. Clearing his throat he searched his mind for a way to say how it went to the best of his tipsy ability. "Oh um -- about as well as you would expect? Thought it was decent at first but," James shrugged. "She's different, my charms don't work on her like it does on you guys," he dramatically pouted resorting to joking. "It was nice though." He kept repeating. @Remus Lupin

Lily Evans

Marlene McKinnon

A small scoff fell off the witch's lips at Lily's comment as she gave her best friend's hand a light squeeze. "Clearly they need to get out more." Mar teased as they left the boys to it and headed into the kitchen. "Didn't you see their face? I think we definitely did." Marlene assured with a soft smile as she went to looking in the boys cupboards. "Now what was that muggle drink you said again the other day? Bloody Mary's? What was in that again?" The witch asked with a pondering frown being huffing lightly and pulling out her wand from where she kept it attached to her thigh. "Or we could simply make a batch of punch or cocktails for each? And we can make it as deadly as we desire." Marlene spoke a mischievous grin pulling onto her features. "Mary's we could make sparkle and spell like roses? And Remus' of course, chocolate." @Lily Evans

Remus Lupin

“Well you know how I feel about you Prongs. You’re the love of my life and no dates will change that.” Nodding at James, he took a long sip of his beer and surveyed his friend. Talking about Lily in any way other than a joking one always prompted some kind of awkward response from James, but he didn’t want to make him squirm. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to mate, I’m not in the business of making you sweat a puddle on the rug.” He chuckled. @James Potter

James Potter

James smiled hugging Remus tightly. "No, no you should be able to ask me these things," he nodded knowing whatever kind of awkwardness passed through him at the mention of Lily should be thrown out the window. "Listen mate, it was lovely though -- I found it lovely because she gave me a chance," he poked his chest taking another beer. "And for your second present I'll talk to her tonight." @Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin

Remus was surprised by the sudden display of affection but welcomed it warmly, smiling as he accepted the hug from his friend. “I’m glad you had a nice time mate, whatever happens with you and Lils, you get on so well it’s nice that you’re hanging out more outside of the group so if anything that’s the perfect gift for me.” Although his own love life was as empty as it always had been, Remus loved it when his friends were happy and having fun, living vicariously through them was more than enough for him. “Where did Griezl send you anyway?” @James Potter

James Potter

James took a deep breath. "A muggle book store opening, it was quaint and so nice -- Remus you need a lover who isn't Sirius," James tapped his chest, the alcohol Sirius kept giving him clearly affecting him. "I think you have my love one hundred percent, I do love you," he smiled softly. "But I love Lily a different way don't tell Marlene," he whispered. @Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin

“I love a good book shop, that’s a perfect first date Prongs.” Remus couldn’t help but smile at James’ comments, being a big fan of both James and Lily, they going on a date had made his February but hearing James say that had possibly made his March as well. “I’ll keep my lips sealed.” He replied with a wink. “I’m shocked and appalled you’ve not asked me who I went on a date with. Thanks for the submit you cheeky sod.” Remus laughed @James Potter

James Potter

"I wish I asked her and we weren't set up but," James shrugged blushing only slightly. "Who did you go on a date with? Liked my entry," he winked. "Well I had to deal with a weird entry too Remus, we seem to be twins in the sense." @Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin

“I actually told the girl I went on a date with that it screamed James Potter, I only wondered it the other two had a hand in it as well.” Remus replied with a laugh. “Well I actually went on a date with a goddess so I should probably thank you and whoever else had a hand in that because I could never land a girl like that unless someone had engineered it.”

Sirius Black

"We most certainly did." Sirius seemed to appear out of thin air, having been in the kitchen creating all sorts of concoctions he planned to donate to some blissfully unaware souls later on. "We figured you needed a swift kick up the arse before you became a born-again virgin. Who was the lucky lady?" Sirius grinned at his two best friends. "And I'll be grilling you about your date afterwards too so don't think you've gotten off easy, Prongs."

James Potter

James jumped slightly at Sirius' arrival and let out a hearty laugh. "Yeah Remus! Who did you land, who was this goddess?" He nudged him playfully. "Sirius mate I'll give you the run down now -- it went well but not enough to land the elusive Lily Evans," he pouted drinking more of his beer. "But sh I care more about Remus right now."

Remus Lupin

His gaze flitted between Sirius to James and then grinned. “Dahlia Blackwood?” He said questioningly. “I don’t know if you guys know her or not but she’s absolutely stunning, older woman, vampire. Massively out of my league by a long shot. So thanks I guess, date was fun.” Remus didn’t have any confidence when it came to women, but having a pleasant date with someone as beau as Dahlia had definitely helped.

Peter Pettigrew

Peter managed to turn the key in the door, the keg that he had brought from the Leaky Cauldron firmly at his feet. He had been on the evening shift at the pub, meaning that he had missed the initial fun of surprising Remus and Mary. Still though, a keg was sure to make a great addition to their evening. Pushing open the door, Peter looked around at the sight in front of him. "Oi, you fucking grannies." He called out to his friends in front of him, pushing the keg into the flat with his feet. "Have you all forgot how to party without me or something?"

Remus Lupin

“Ay up here comes trouble.” Remus laughed, looking over at Peter rolling a large silver cylinder into the room. “Wormtail... what the fuck is that?” @Peter Pettigrew

Peter Pettigrew

Glancing down at the keg at his feet, Peter laughed. “Just a little something something I picked up from work.” He grinned wickedly , stepping into the flat and closing the door behind him.

Sirius Black

“And this is why you’re my favourite. Life and soul of the party, you are.” Sirius matched Peter’s grin as he clapped his best mate on the shoulder, and then turned his attention on the group as a whole. “What do the rest of you fuckers say to a little drinking game of some sort?”

Lily Evans

"That sounds like trouble," Lily reappeared from the kitchen, fresh glass in hand, to give Peter a quick side hug. "Would be very seventh year of us. Let's do it."

James Potter

James looked over to Lily with a bright smile. "You heard the lady, game time!" He took the keg from Peter and brought it over to an area he could easily set it up and have people take drinks easier. "Okay, sit in a circle in the living room?"

Mary Macdonald

❛ oh because this could only end well... ❜ mary teased, quirking a brow in sirius' direction though a bright smile played at the corner of their lips. particularly upon seeing the closeness of james & lily this evening. ❛ what we playing then, lovers? ❜ mary asks, moving to sit on one of the marauders' sofas, taking a sip of their drink as they awaited the game to begin.

Dorcas Meadowes

With everyone gathering up, Doe sat down, cross legged on the floor, refilling her glass again just in case a soft smirk on her face. "Maybe I should keep a count on the number of bad decisions made tonight."

Marlene McKinnon

"Life and soul of the party umm and we're not here?" Marlene hummed with a light quirk of an eye brow as she came out from the kitchen. "-I feel personally offended. You deserve atleast two shots for that-" The witch spoke sarcastically, before taking a sip of the new drink in her hand only to then notice Peter and the keg. "Well Merlin alive- I stand corrected. It's a hero himself baring gifts-" The witch spoke with a smirk as she raised her glass briefly to Peter before joining Mary on the couch. "Doe darling I wouldn't waste your ink, I don't think even your quill could write fast enough to keep that tally." Marlene commented before taking another sip of her drink. "What about spin the bottle? That was always a seventh year favourite wasn't it?"

Lily Evans

Lily settled on the floor next to Doe, leaning her head on her friend's shoulder. "More like a fourth year favorite, Marley." She would normally be apprehensive- but she'd already drank enough that this seemed like a phenomenal idea. "Your call, birthday friends!" she motioned towards Remus and Mary.

James Potter

James nodded in agreement. "The birthday twins should go first, in turn and in choice of game," James looked over to both Remus and Mary, smiling like a fool.

Dorcas Meadowes

"I'll drink to that, 'Lene." She laughed before taking a sip for fun. It was veryctrue there would far too many shenanigans to document and most of them were likely to happen to the girl sat next to her. "Just let me know if I need to give you some space Lil', okay?" She teased.

Remus Lupin

Narrowing his eyes Remus looked at Mary, trying to gage their reaction. A small grin played upon his lips. This was only going to end badly but maybe after all of the pressure they’d been under recently, all the drama, all the death this was that they needed. “I’m down if you are Mary.” Remus didn’t feel like wearing his sensible hat today. @Mary Macdonald

Mary Macdonald

looking to remus, they shrug playfully. feigning indifference. quite sure that no matter the game it would end in just as much chaos. fun chaos. fun birthday chaos. ❛ of course i fucking am! ❜ cheers mary in response, raising their glass to in fact, their smile only growing, ❛ bring on the fourth year nostalgia then... as lily so beautifully pointed out. ❜

Sirius Black

“Now it’s a fuckin’ party.” Sirius took his place on the arm of the sofa next to where Marlene sat. The night was about to get messy and he was very okay with that. After all, what’s a party without a bit of chaos? Being the selfless man he was, Sirius silently nominated himself to provide the bottle the game would need so he raised it to his lips, chugged the seven or so mouthfuls it had left, and then dropped it onto the wooden floor. “Go on then you two, who’s up first?”

James Potter

James smirked at his friend and without a doubt -- and in true James fashion inserting himself in a conversation that he wasn't in truly at the moment. A good bit of fun and chaos was the best look for him. "I vote Mary, since they seems the most confident," he smirked. @Mary Macdonald

Mary Macdonald

hearing james' words, mary puts their hands under their chin, elbows out, showing off proudly as if the drink hadn't already gone straight to their head. obliging, they reach forward for the bottle sirius had put down, flicking it with the tip of their finger, causing it to jump to life, spinning wildly for a few, tense moments before finally landing on @James Potter. the very man who'd just put them forward no less! ❛ well, well, well... what will it be, prongs? kiss, drink or question? ❜ they ask, wiggling their dark brows deviously.

James Potter

James looked a bit shocked and surprised, just his luck it would be him who got chosen after throwing them under the bus. He hid the shock with a dramatic thinking session. "I'm going to be daring and choose question," he smiled knowing full well it would bite him in the ass. @Mary Macdonald

Mary Macdonald

daring was one word for it. stupid might have been another. particularly when there was already one, rather big question mary had regarding him. feigning similar consideration over what it was they'd say next, despite knowing very well what it was they were going to ask, mary attempted their best, well-meaning smile in spite of the drink veiling what might have been better judgement. hoping whatever tumbled from their lips next wouldn't be damaging, instead... rather motivating?

❛ okay, so... how are your feelings for lily doing? ❜ @James Potter

James Potter

James felt his heart skip a beat, he knew that question was coming he couldn't-- and shouldn't have been surprised. And he was sure his blank stare towards Mary's direction didn't help. He was tipsy but it wasn't enough for a question like this, he knew he didn't choose drink but he downed a cup hoping it would be easier to answer. It didn't help that Marlene was right there and so was Lily -- the person in question. "They're good," he forced a smile. "Friends -- and good ones -- and yeah, good." He knew his face was red and he knew that was going to be painful. @Mary Macdonald

Sirius Black

Sirius felt the tension as soon as the question was asked - everyone did. It seemed the only two people unaware of Lily and James’ feelings for each other were themselves. He felt for his best mate, he really did - he knew how uncomfortable he must be, so Sirius barked a loud laugh. “Well it’s definitely a step up from being on the scary end of Red’s hexes, isn’t it?” He joked. Laugh the situation off, always a good method. “Lily can be pretty fuckin’ scary when she wants to be. Quite fit, really.”

Mary Macdonald

mary could see plainly in his face that he had.... not been expecting that. perhaps it'd been too much for the very first round of this game and yet, they'd hoped, in all their hopeless romantic glory, that he'd take the opportunity to confess his love or... something at least, resembling that. but perhaps, just perhaps... being sat around a bottle, in his joint flat's living room, in front of his ex was not a prime love confession setting. ❛ i'm glad to hear it! ❜ they agree, as if that had been the answer they'd been waiting to hear. it wasn't. playing it off cooly, they offer up a smile, shaky... if not from the drink than from the tension you could now cut with a knife. ❛ who's next then... birthday boy, remus? ❜

Marlene McKinnon

With her walls already a little down from the several shots of tequila, Marlene wasn't expecting the question to sting and without her usually built sober walls barricading any kind of emotional tells slipping on the topic; it hit more of a sour note than she's ever admit. Marlene felt her jaw tightening ever so slightly as she took a large gulp of fire whiskey from her glass. Figuring if anything, she'd need atleast another round of drinks to sit happily through listening to those kind of questions. "Yeh really good friends." The witch muttered utter her breathe before shaking her head dismissively. "Remus- You're up-" Marlene spoke with the nod towards her friend hoping the quick change of topic could divert attention from Mary's question.

Remus Lupin

Remus fell quiet as he watched the awkward scene play out in front of him. James and Lily were two of his closest friends, but over the past few weeks after what had happened in October, he and Marlene had become very close as well. Having been with her when they brewed love potions that one night drunk in the kitchen he had a feeling her deeper feelings lied elsewhere but he had no doubt that Mary’s question had stung, although Mary was so kind they won’t have done it on purpose. Taking a long sip of his beer before spinning, Remus reached out to the bottle in the middle and spun it hard. It went round the circle a few times and finally landed on... SIRIUS. “Well well Padfoot.” Remus began, grinning at Sirius wickedly. “Kiss, question or a downing my brother? Sips are for chumps.” @Sirius Black(edited)

Sirius Black

Sirius was already grinning when the bottle slowed and came to a stop in his direction, and he waggled his eyebrows at Remus. “Is ‘all of the above’ an option?” He asked. There was only one option, really - one clear way to rid the room of any lingering awkwardness, and considering himself as somewhat of a hero, Sirius had no choice. “C’mon then, you sexy piece of meat. Give us a kiss and try not to fall in love with me.” @Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin

He couldn’t contain an eye roll. Classic bloody Sirius. “This is only gonna fuel all those rumours, you do know that right?” Remus questioned before standing up and walking over to Sirius. “Do it quickly, I don’t want Peter and James getting jealous.” @Sirius Black

James Potter

James saw this as an opportunity to jump back into the groove of things after that question. He could clearly tell Marlene was pained but this was a different conversation for a different time. "Hey Remus, that's my man!" He smirked waiting to see what his friends had done multiple times before in different parties.

Remus Lupin

“Well apparently he’s mine now.” Remus called behind to his friend. “Kept trying to throw him off but apparently the heart wants what it wants.” He added in a sarcastic tone.

Sirius Black

“Are they rumours, or are we really in love?” He smirked as he got to his feet. The rumours in question had began years ago but instead of trying to quash them the two boys had their fun with it. Sirius vaguely remembered getting up on the Gryffindor table one breakfast and professing his undying love for Remus in front of the whole school. “Don’t worry lads, there’s plenty to go around.” Sirius grinned, before grabbing Remus’ face between his hands and planting a loud kiss onto his lips. @Remus Lupin

Peter Pettigrew

Leaning his back against the couch, Peter laughed loudly "Don't worry, James darling. We'll get back at them." He acknowledged by sending a wink in James' direction. Thoroughly amused by this game, Peter took a swig from his drink.

Remus Lupin

Allowing his face to be pulled forward and pressed against Sirius’ he felt the kiss be planted on his lips before recoiling in comedic horror. “God you really should use mouthwash Padfoot, would get rid of the dog breath.” He joked before turning back around and sitting down cross legged next to Peter with a laugh. “Think it’s your turn now Wormtail, try beat that display of affection if you can.” @Peter Pettigrew

Peter Pettigrew

At the mention of dog breath, Peter snorted. Times like this reminded him of Hogwarts, when they all could just hang out for the night and have a laugh. It felt like home. "If that's what you call a display of affection, I fear for your lovers." He teased, leaning forward to spin the bottle. "Now, if you don't get your turn now, don't fear. There's enough Peter to go around everyone." Peter reassured with a laugh whilst watching the bottle spin until it landed on @Dorcas Meadowes "Alright, my dear Meadow... What's it gonna be? A kiss, drink or question?"

Dorcas Meadowes

She laughed at Peter's comment about Sirius, before taking a swig of her drink. It wasn't exactly the best timing as she nearly chocked after the spin landed right on her. Doe pretended to think on the matter although being appalled by one choice and another being a cop out there was only really one option. "Question, please."

Peter Pettigrew

"Question," Peter repeated to himself as he thought, it definitely wasn't going to be as hard hitting or quite as exciting as Mary's was. "If you could choose one song to listen to for the rest of your life, what would it be?" @Dorcas Meadowes

Dorcas Meadowes

At least it was a question she could answer without feeling like the room dropped severaldegrees. "Probably Mr. Blue Sky. Its track one on my most played mixtape. Its one of those thats just great for a mood boost for when you need to dance around the house without caring. So yeah, we'll go with that one."(edited)

Peter Pettigrew

"That's a class song, Dorcas." Peter nodded, "So, who's next to spin?" Glancing around the circle wiggling his eyebrows. His gaze landing on Marlene, Peter chuckled, "Right, go on Mar, fling that bottle." @Marlene McKinnon

Marlene McKinnon

"Well clearly after this game that's the first song we need to play. If we don't end the night with you and Lily dancing on tables, we'll have done you a disservice as your best friends." The witch grinned warmly in Does directly. "Alright alright-" She spoke, shifting from where she was sat on the couch to give the bottle a spin with the tip of her red finger nail. Eyes watching as it spin in a blur only to grind to a slow halt, eyes following the bottles guide to look up none other than Sirius Black himself ( @Sirius Black ). A mischievous smirk pulling onto her lips as she leaned back on the couch, the witch quirked an almost challenging eye brow at the other as she asked: "Well Black, kiss, question or drink? The drink being atleast three shots of firewhiskey, seems only fair as clearly the forfeit option. So-" The witch paused only momentarily before adding: "What'll it be?"

Sirius Black

“Is that supposed to be intimidating, three shots of firewhiskey? That’s easy. I’m insulted you think that would deter me.” He snorted. It was a cop out though; there were only 2 real options, and Sirius knew bloody damn well which one he truly wanted to choose. A question would be easy. It was the safer choice. But he was several drinks deep and his better judgment was somewhat lacking, and it was all too easy to give into his innermost desires which, when sober, he pretended didn’t exist. “I don’t trust you not to think up some awful question that makes me regret everything. So...” Sirius felt a smirk tug at his lips as their eyes met. “C’mon then. Come over here.” @Marlene McKinnon

James Potter

James raised a brow at his friends option, but a part of him was happy that this was the option chosen. He wanted Marlene to be happy, and if it meant snogging his best friend for a bit then it would make him happy.

Marlene McKinnon

"And how many have you alright had? Three just adds to what you'll inevitably drink later; making you reckless enough for trouble but not so drunk I'm holding your pretty little hair back by the end of the night. Not a pretty sight Black, even for you." The witch spoke with a light smirk and shrug of her shoulders. The questions where already running through Marlene's mind of what chaotic thing she could ask him, because really did she expect him to pick the former? No, not even close. Maybe a part of her didn't want to think he'd pick it, the lingering sober part of her mind which knew it would only lead to some kind of heartache pleaded that he wouldn't. Too hopeful for stolen moments and lingerings glances, was this seriously how she'd pictured their first kiss? No because as much as much as she wanted, Merlin knew she did, the lingering hidden butterflies and tightness of her jaw whenever they accidentally brushed hands left her with a lingering feeling of dread. Feelings she dared not speak out loud or even let herself feel from fear.* It's just a kiss, it doesn't mean a thing*. She had a right mind to tell him if he wanted it to come get it, but she doubted Mary would appreciate them snogging on the couch by them. "Fine- but you're using mouth wash first. I'm not kissing you when you've got dog breath." The witch spoke a smirk pulling onto her lips and matching his as she pushed herself up off the couch and downed the rest of her drink. "Come on Black, bathroom." @Sirius Black

Marlene McKinnon

Moving over and grabbing Sirius' hand to tug him to the bathroom before he could object, Marlene turned to glance over her shoulder at Lily as she added: "Lily- Your turn to spin, don't have too much fun without us." The witch spoke with a light wink before the pair disappeared @Lily Evans

Lily Evans

Lily blinked as they walked out, still a little caught up from the bizarre energy in the room, especially from Marlene, after Mary's question to James. Filing away a mental note to grab her roommate later and figure out whatever that had been, she finished off her drink. "Er, guess we'll leave them to that," she giggled, leaning in to spin the bottle that landed on the birthday boy ( @Remus Lupin ). "Come on then, you know the rules. Which one?"

Remus Lupin

He had predicted chaos from playing their, as Lily had quite rightly said, fourth year favourite- but Marlene and Sirius in the bathroom chugging mouthwash and getting off wasn’t something he’d considered when Peter had rolled in with a keg that evening. Brown eyes watched Marlene drag his former kissing partner out of the room, a small smirk spreading over his face before his gaze flittered to Lily who had spun him in the game. “Give me your best question Lily, but I’m prepared to do a birthday shot in the event you can’t think of anything.” He replied, taking a long sip of his beer. @Lily Evans

Marlene McKinnon

Sirius Black

If he'd had any less than a stupid amount of alcohol Sirius would have known it was a bad idea and almost certainly wouldn't have chosen to go down that route. This sort of behaviour with friends had gotten him into trouble more than once in the past, and not only that, whatever small part of his brain that remained sensible knew that his own feelings would suffer the consequences of waking up tomorrow remembering everything that happened and having to laugh it off as if it was nothing. Not to mention the fact that Marlene, as much as he considered her to be his own best mate, was still his brother's ex-girlfriend. Messy didn't begin to cover it. But he was drunk, and none of those things seemed to matter as he got up, waggled his eyebrows at Remus over his shoulder, and followed Marlene from the living room. "What is all this bollocks about dog breath? My breath is just fine. A little tequila-y, sure, but I've never had any complaints before tonight." He mirrored her smirk. "We both know this is just your little tactic to get me alone. Cute, McKinnon." @Marlene McKinnon

Marlene McKinnon

Snorting lightly with a light roll of her eyes, the witch quirked an eye brow lightly up in his direction as she asked: "You really think I'm going to trust your word over Remus when he's got the lingering Black lips to prove it? I think I trust his judgement more than yours." Marlene stately simply a small smirk gracing her lips. "Please, in your wet dreams Black. Besides if it was a tactic, I can think of alot better ways than that." Granted maybe internally a part of her didn't exactly want to kiss him in front of everyone else. Particularly Potter. Even if James had never loved her at all when they were together and was doe eyed for Lily the whole time, seeing an ex kiss your best friend wasn't exactly on the top of her fun things to see and Marlene highly doubted it was on his either. "They were all probably too distracted by the hair to notice the breath." Marlene spoke sarcastically with a grin as she pushed open the bathroom door with her hip and holding it open for him. "Ladies first-" @Sirius Black

James Potter

James had expected a kiss, and then it was over. But now that it essentially was Marlene leading him into the bathroom, he had a rock in the pit of his stomach. A part of him that did love her didn't like the idea of her dragging his best friend off into the bathroom. But he knew the slight jealousy he felt was the product of something that wouldn't have been fair to Marlene. He chose instead to sip at his drink and be very interested in what Lily was going to ask Remus.

Sirius Black

"You bring up my hair a lot, have you ever noticed that?" Sirius asked casually. Marlene opened the door and as he passed he nodded his head. "Why thank you, kind sir." He beelined for the mirrored cupboard above the sink and pulled it open; one side was perfectly tidy and organised, and the chaotic mess that was the bottom shelf, belonged to him. He plucked out Peter's mouthwash (which he'd been using for weeks rather than buy his own), turned around, and gave it a little shake in Marlene's direction. "Happy now?" Sirius twisted off its cap, taking a swig into his mouth and swishing it around for a moment. When he spat it out his nose wrinkled. "Mouthwash and whisky is not a good combo, I'll tell you that for fuckin' free. The things I do for you, McKinnon. I treat you better than I've treated any other woman." @Marlene McKinnon

Marlene McKinnon

"Umhm?" The witch hummed, brows furrowing slightly. "What can I say, must be jealous of it." Marlene spoke simply, dismissing it with a light shake of her head putting it simply down to her being drunk. "Who said chivalry is dead-" Marlene spoke with an amused grin and let the door swing ajar as she moved to sit on the edge of the bathtub. "Not too late to back out Black- those three shots of whiskey are still on the table. And truly, I feel honored- maybe you should use mouthwash and whisky more often I'm sure they'd appreciate it. You might even get more knocking on your door than you do already." Shrugging one shoulder, her eyes flickered briefly around the boys bathroom for a moment just so her eyes didn't have to meet his. Though as the lingering reality started to dawn on the Scottish born witch, despite how much she'd already had to drink even she'd couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that this wasn't a good idea. "Sirius-" Marlene spoke voicing going a little quieter, features dimming ever so slightly as she looked over at him. There was a part of her that just wanted to throw caution to the wind. To kiss him and pretend that nothing else mattered and pretend that it wouldn't cause a turmoil in her chest come morning. No matter how drunk she was it was, still him and not just another stranger she could easily forget. But the very person she'd been actively trying to pretend didn't she didn't care for in anything but a romantic sense. She wanted to, she really did, to reach her hand for his and close the distance but instead she found herself giving a small shake of her head as her shoulders sunk. "You know we shouldn't.. right?" @Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Lily Evans

"Oh, don't you worry love. I'm sure I can dig something out," Lily grabbed a handle of Merlin-knows-what and refilled her glass, running through her available options. "Alright. If you could swap lives with anyone in the room- or anyone in the bathroom," she snorted, "who would it be? And why, you have to say why or it's a cop out," she insisted. @Remus Lupin

Marlene McKinnon

Sirius Black

The second she uttered his name in that softer voice, he knew all pretence was over and they couldn’t ignore their reason for being alone in the bathroom anymore. With no more jokes to hide behind the tension seemed to double and he turned, leaning against the sink and crossing both arms across his chest. “I know we shouldn’t.” He sighed. It was hard not to sound ever so slightly disappointed, as hard as he tried. “It’s messy. I don’t think James would have a problem but...” he drifted off slowly, not quite sure why it was a bad idea. Or, at least, not having an answer that he could say to her face. “It’s a game and it doesn’t mean anything, but... yeah, you’re right.” He glanced around the room for a silent moment until their eyes met again. “I don’t know about you though, but I don’t want any more shots. And if I have to do them then you’re doing them with me.” @Marlene McKinnon

Marlene McKinnon

"I know.." Marlene sighed lightly as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The words shouldn't have stung, but the simple 'it doesn't mean anything' struck a small nerve. And maybe that was one of her problems; she knew it wouldn't have been as simple to process. If it was Mary, Lily, Peter, Remus, Doe- any would have been simpler in Marlene's mind. It would simply be a game and something they could laugh about come dawn because it wouldn't have meant anything. But even she could admit to herself that it wouldn't have been that simple her end with him. The last thing Marlene wanted was to add Sirius and this moment to the list of things she had to lase a fake smile to. "Yeh.. just a game." The witch repeated quietly as she pushed herself up off the bathtub edge, eyes pulling away from his knowing if they lingered too long he very well could just see right through her. "If you don't want anymore, we'll just say I forfeited. You already have minty whiskey breath, seems only fair doesn't it that i take the shots?" Words trying but failing to lighten the situation even if they fell a little flat. She wanted to say for the record she would have, something or anything that could change the situation but her mouth only shut that little bit tighter. "I'll see you back out there okay?" @Sirius Black(edited)

Lily Evans

Remus Lupin

Looking around the room, Remus debated his options. James- charming, loving family, handsome and wealthy, Lily- beautiful, smart, kind parents, Peter- funny, loyal, could down a pint quicker than anyone he knew, Mary- the kindest person he knew, pure of heart and sweet, Dorcas- brave, fearless, a great friend... He could list amazing qualities for everyone he was friends with, but there was one thing they all had in common, one thing he wanted more than anything else in the world. Normality. Looking down at his beer, he cradled it between two hands, one thumb running over the glass bottle as he tried to find something to see in the brown glass bottle. “I’d trade lives with any of you.” He finally said. “But I wouldn’t let any of you have my life.” He paused, catching sight of his face in the darkness of the television set which sat in the corner of the room. His eyes lingered on the three scars that cut through his face, his trademark. “Think that means I take the shots.” Smiling weakly, he stood up and walked to the kitchen, searching for the bottle of firewhiskey Marlene had left on the counter. Grabbing one of the plastic glasses he and Mary had brought home, he poured a hefty shot re-entered the room and downed it in one just as he heard Sirius and Marlene heading back in. “Who’s next?”(edited)

Sirius Black

It was a difficult situation, that much was evident, and yet Sirius found himself not minding the heaviness of the air between them. He was normally one to avoid situations where he had to actually had to present as vulnerable in any way, shape or form. But here they were in the silence of the bathroom and the smart idea was to leave it where it currently stood, but he didn’t want to. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to anymore.” He replied. But it was too difficult, and as much as he wanted it, they just couldn’t. “Ladies first.” He said instead as he opened the door and allowed Marlene to leave ahead of him, choosing to divert away from the living room and go outside for a smoke.

James Potter

James frowned slightly as his friends answer. "Remus Lupin I will gladly be you for a week, day or even a whole year," he took a deep breath and held his cup up to Remus. "I love you too much and I get to really see what's beneath those clothes," he winked joking as he downed his drink. "I'll happily spin next?"

Peter Pettigrew

At Lily's question, Peter's eyes scanned around the room. There certainly was a lot going on. First, there was the bombshell question that Mary had thrown James' way and then there was Sirius and Marlene sneaking off into the bathroom. The introduction of the drinking game had really spiced things up, but Peter wasn't too sure if it was going in the direction that many of them wished. Instead of a buzzing atmosphere, it seemed to be somewhat solemn. And at Remus's next words, Peter's heart dropped into his stomach. This was not meant to be how someone felt on their birthday. He was unable to stop himself from patting Remus on the shoulder, "I don't know what you mean mate, I'd kill to have those silky locks of yours." He tried to lighten the mood, catching a glimpse of how Remus looked at himself in the reflection of their tv. Peter admired Remus, and hearing his friend's defeat wasn't nice. "You're the best of us, Moony." He reassured before taking another sip of his drink. His eyes going between Marlene who had just entered and Remus who was standing in the doorway.(edited)

Marlene McKinnon

His words lingered on Marlene's shoulders and left a ache in her chest. "Sirius-" Marlene tried wanting to touch his shoulder, offer a wamr smile like she normally did something, anything to make the situation seem lighter but nothing came. Instead a simple: "I'll see you later." But she slipped out of the bathroom and back into the living room. But the atmosphere there was equally if not more heavy than the one she'd just left. Having missed the conversation completely, she looked around baffled at everyone's expressions before saying: "Who died?" The witch asked with a quirk of an eye brow only to pause and really look at everyone's expressions with concern. "..What happened?" Before moving to go and find a bottle of fire whiskey, evidently it seemed they all could use some. "And if Golden Boy over there hasn't spun yet he's spinning twice."

Remus Lupin

A small smile crept upon Remus’ face. “Thanks guys you’re too good to me.” He replied solemnly. Marlene’s voice echoed from behind him as her small figure appeared in the doorway. With a smirk, he held up the bottle of firewhiskey in his hand and flashed it towards Marlene. “It’s hairspray Peter.” He remarked, taking a shot of it out of the bottle before passing the bottle back to Marlene and entering into the room and settling down on the sofa. “I think it’s definitely James or Peter’s turn.” No more sad Remus tonight, he thought to himself as he settled in for an evening of fun with his friends.

James Potter

James took the bottle in hand after chugging his cup and spun it watching as it landed on -- Lily Evans. After Mary's question he just knew this night was going to be something. "Oh okay Evans, what would it be for you? Kiss, question or drink?" He hoped she said kiss. The alcohol making him a lot more confident when it came to her. @Lily Evans

Marlene McKinnon

Clearly she'd missed something with Remus, evident with the look in his eyes as she took the bottle of firewhiskey from him. Raising her free hand to squeeze his shoulder lightly and offer a gentle warm smile before he slipped back to the couch. Quirking an eye brow in the general direction of the spin the bottle game, Marlene instead diverted her attention to pouring three shots worth of fire whiskey into her cup with a grimace on her lips at the amount; some forfeit. Though figured it was better to focus on that than whatever answer was about to leave her best friends lips.(edited)

Lily Evans

Lily had never wanted to feel invisible more in her life. She couldn't believe she'd been so thoughtless- what kind of friend was she to make her best friend feel that way on his own birthday? If the energy was off before, she couldn't even describe what it was now. She was tempted to kiss him, and she would have if she thought it would make the room laugh, but she couldn't get Marlene's face from earlier out of her head and her gut said no, that wouldn't make the situation better at all. "Guess I'll take a question." It felt like that was her only option left, as it would seem particularly unfair to dodge a question after her own spin. @James Potter

James Potter

James knew she wouldn't have taken the kiss, but still it made his heart hurt just a bit. Now he had to think of a question, some small part of him sure she would have chosen either drink or kiss. That part being the stupid part -- at least it wouldn't have to be in front of Marlene. At least he wouldn't have to deal with that again. But also it was James Potter and he never thought through things. "What would it take for you to kiss me?" He smirked like if he had just cracked a code. @Lily Evans

Remus Lupin

If anything might have improved his birthday that ought to have done it. Leaning back in his seat, Remus exchanged a look with Peter before his eyes began to flit between James to Lily as though he were watching a Wimbledon match. “Wonder what’s gonna go on here.” He whispered quietly to Peter before folding his arms to watch the show. @Peter Pettigrew(edited)

Peter Pettigrew

Peter was not at all expecting that question, especially with the atmosphere that was previously in the room. But at James question, Peter could help but snort. Listening to Remus as he spoke, Peter chuckled quietly. “I suspect James is gonna get a kick up the arse or his feelings hurt. One or the other.” He replied, taking a sip of his drink. “Either way, we’ll be nursing the wounds.” Amused. @Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin

“You’ve got that right.” Remus replied quietly. Reaching into his pocket Remus pulled out his wand and flicked it once, causing two bottles of beer to rise from the box and float towards him and Peter. Doing his bottle top trick, her took the tops off and handed one to Peter. “Let’s see what happens then.” He added, clinking his beer against Peter’s new one. @Peter Pettigrew(edited)

Lily Evans

She was entirely unsurprised by the vein of the question- it wasn't the first time he'd asked something like that, that seemed designed to make her stutter and blush during a game like this. But maybe he hadn't counted on how much she had to drink, and maybe she didn't know how much she'd had to drink, because if she hadn't been absolutely piss drunk, she probably wouldn't have grinned dangerously, raised a brow, and said "For starters, you could try asking very nicely." @James Potter

Peter Pettigrew

Taking the cold beer off of Remus, “cheers mate.” Setting the empty bottle on the ground beside him, Peter couldn’t help but let out a joking, “uh-oh” at Lily’s response before leaning back to Remus. “James did always say he liked a dominant lady.” Peter whispered, unable to stop himself from laughing. @Remus Lupin

Marlene McKinnon

Both her eye brows raised at Lily's reply, the answer enough for Marlene to finally draw her eyes up from the fire whiskey in her hand to that expression that dancing over her room mates features only to then flicker over to James. Seriously? Was the only thing ringing through her mind as she pushed herself up to go and moved over to Mary. Offering them the bottle of fire whiskey with a small eye brow wiggle as she settled by their side. Uttering a quiet: "You having fun babe?" As to not disturb from the game. @Mary Macdonald(edited)

Remus Lupin

“Now where have I heard that before.” Remus replied, his whisper breaking into a laugh as he and Peter began snickering on the sofa. “Firey redheads and dominant ladies are his speciality I’ve heard somewhere.” Remus joked. @Peter Pettigrew(edited)

James Potter

James shot a glare towards Remus at his comment before clearing his throat and squirming as he stood up straighter. "Okay well, Evans may I please have a kiss?" He used his best posh voice for the first time actually being confident, which wasn't hard for him unless it was towards Lily. He knew it was best not look Marlene’s direction either. @Lily Evans

Mary Macdonald

mary was still planted on the corner of the sofa, nursing a bottle of prosecco all to themselves and watching the scenes unfold before them with a light grin. despite james having... evidently grown in confidence between their question and his own to lily, mary couldn't deny that they felt bad about calling him out like that. and putting marlene in that position too. so much so that turning to answer her question, mary sighs heavily, trying desperately not to let it get them down, particularly in their drunken state. the mix of emotions would do nothing for them. ❛ i feel... like i was too harsh asking james about lily.. ❜ they whisper, frowning ever so slightly as their words slur, ❛ i mean, they look great now so, maybe it was for the greater good but no one enjoyed it. i can tell... ❜ @Marlene McKinnon

Lily Evans

"Sorry, rules say you only get one question per round. Better try again later," Lily grinned playfully, feeling she already might have pushed it a bit too far with her last answer. She'd always thought the incessant flirting was a joke at her expense, but over the last couple years it'd had started to feel like an in-joke between them. Actually kissing him would ruin it, right? "Besides, I said you could try, not that it would work. Who's up next then?"

James Potter

James pouted and resorted to sipping his drink. "You bring a fair point, I'll go again?" He joked only to laugh and point at Peter. "I think Wormtail should go next!" @Peter Pettigrew

Remus Lupin

“Yes come on wormtail liven up the party!” Remus chorused, patting Peter on the back and grinning at him. @Peter Pettigrew

Marlene McKinnon

"I'm sure it's fine Mar-" The witch assured, offering the wix her perfected faked smile; even if it didn't reach her eyes. Maybe it was for the better that Marlene never told Doe, Mary or Lily the full story of what happened between her and James a few years ago. Of course they'd seen pieces, they were her best friends they were bound to, but only a shaded version. Never enough to allude to everything that had unfolded, if anything right now Marlene was more glad of that, even if in the end it hurt her more. "They seem fine don't they?" The witch spoke looking from the red head to the raven haired. "I wouldn't worry-" Marlene spoke, squeezing Mary's arm gently hoping it would offer them comfort. "Not on your birthday party atleast- especially when there isn't anything to worry about. If anyone can take it's Potter- trust me okay?" @Mary Macdonald

Remus Lupin

As the room watched Peter, Remus’ gaze fell on Marlene and Mary who were both settled in on the second sofa facing the game. Marlene’s smile looked like the one she’d offered people recently when they asked her about Halloween, painted on her face like a clown and didn’t match the expression in her eyes. “Mary and Marlene you’re awful quiet!” Remus shouted joyfully, bouncing up from his seat next to Peter and joining them both on their sofa. “Shot race with my two favourite Gryffindors?” He asked. “Loser has to do a dare.” He wasn’t sure if more chaos would ease the situation, but it was always worth a try. @Mary Macdonald @Marlene McKinnon

Marlene McKinnon

When Remus inserted himself in the conversation, Marlene couldn't have been more than thankful for the side track away from whatever was happening with Lily and James. "Alright- but you two need to catch up. I'm three shots deeper from not kissing Black and as the two birthday humans here I'm not being drunker than either of you." The witch spoke pointing at both of her friends before pushing herself up and offering them her hands. "Come on then kitchen or we'll be scrubbing alcohol out the furniture again. How abouttt-" The witch hummed a mischievous grin pulling onto her features before she turned to look back at them both. "Flaming shots for you two, then jäger bomb train?" Marly suggested with a wiggle of her fingers, eyebrows and then whole body. @Remus Lupin @Mary Macdonald

Remus Lupin

“I have another idea.” He replied, narrowing his eyes at Marlene. “If you’re three shots deeper than myself and the lovely Mary, why don’t Mary and I do a shot duel and you can be the judge?” His cousin had taught him the game at his aunt’s wedding in Cardiff over Christmas. “So basically Mary and I stand back to back and take a step forward and then Marlene you have a word you say and then when Mary and I here it we turn around and shot. You call the slowest and you make up a dare.” Leaning forward in his seat, Remus took a long sip of his beer and shrugged. “Or we do the flaming jäger train, drunkest member’s choice Marlene.” @Marlene McKinnon @Mary Macdonald(edited)

James Potter

James turned his attention to the three -- Marlene, Mary and Remus -- after smiling at Lily like an idiot. He was interested in whatever they were going on about. "A drinking game with Marlene? You're clearly asking to lose."

Remus Lupin

“Well that remains to be seen if she’s playing or not.” Remus replied, pressing on his knees and standing up. “Marlene’s been drinking a lot longer than myself and Mary so maybe a duel between birthday friends might be the best way to even things up.” @James Potter @Mary Macdonald @Marlene McKinnon. “Are you spinning some time today Wormtail?” Remus teased. @Peter Pettigrew

Peter Pettigrew

“A drinking game? I’d pay to see this.” He leaned forward before waving his hand up to Remus, “alright, alright. keep your knickers on.” Leaning forward to spin the bottle, an even louder laugh falling from his lips as it landed on @Remus Lupin, “Alright, Remus. Smooch, Drink or Question.”

Remus Lupin

“Hmmmmm. I don’t know if I can smooch you so closely after Sirius so Peter I choose drink, and whilst Mary and Marlene decide what they’re doing I challenge you do a shot duel!” As he announced his decision, Remus aimed his hand at Peter and flexed his thumb mimicking him shooting a gun. “Unless you’re chicken.” @Peter Pettigrew

Peter Pettigrew

Peter raised an eyebrow, “picking Sirius over me? I’ll remember this the next time we run out of milk.” He winked before standing up, “Chicken? Not a fucking chance.” Placing his remaining beer on the table. “Let’s get the shots going.”@Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin

“Is that a threat Wormtail? Or a promise not to get any more milk?” Remus wasn’t exactly bothered by whatever it was, he’d been the only on buying the toilet roll for about 3 years now. “Marlene! Pour the firewhiskey!” @Marlene McKinnon “Wormtail back to back we stand!” @Peter Pettigrew(edited)

Marlene McKinnon

“I would like all the records to state that for once in his life James Potter is right and I could drink any of you under a table.” Marlene boasted with a proud smirk lacing on her features despite the alcohol already talking for her. “Right you heard the birthday boy move it-“ The witch spoke, pulling out her wand to give and easy flick and move a table back to give the boys room before two shots laces came gently towards her through the air, firewhiskey poured into both of them before floating in front of the lads. “Right laddie-“ The witch spoke, an ever so slightly Scottish twang coming into her voice like it always did when she was hammered. “I want a fair match, no cheating or you’re answering to Lily. And she’s extra fiery tonight so don’t even try it.” Marlene smirked lightly. “Right boys shots at the ready-“ @Remus Lupin @Peter Pettigrew

Remus Lupin

A bright smile flashed over his face as the shots floated into their hands. Grasping his with his right hand, Remus held his left behind his back and prepared to step forward. “What’s the word Marlene? You’re going to have to call out words, each word we step forward then on the buzz word we’ll turn and shot. You call the loser.” @Marlene McKinnon

James Potter

"No this is for the both of them," James pointed at the two of them knowing Remus had challenged Peter. "You give them hell Marls."

Remus Lupin

“For impartiality, Prongs why don’t you give Marlene the buzzword.” @James Potter

Marlene McKinnon

“How about a phrase instead?” The witch questioned with a smirk lacing her features. “And come on Potter you heard the man, buzzword if you please.” @James Potter

Remus Lupin

“A phrase works fine as well. Bonus points if it’s a funny one.” Remus chuckled

James Potter

James took a deep breath. "I got one -- Moony is sexy. I gotchu you friend," he winked at Remus. @Marlene McKinnon @Remus Lupin

Peter Pettigrew

“Remus is sexy?” Peter exclaimed dramatically, “this game is already rigged.”

Remus Lupin

“It’s my birthday!” Remus retorted elbowing his friend and winking over at James.

Peter Pettigrew

“I’m not going any easier on you, just cause you’re old” He laughed, elbowing Remus back. “It’s a cruel world.”

Remus Lupin

“There’s no need to resort to age jokes Peter, that’s just cheesy. Are you a man or a mouse?” He smiled to himself at his ridiculous joke before tilting his head toward Marlene. “H’away Marls!” He shouted over to her, the Welsh coming out in his accent as he allowed himself to settle into the evening. “We ‘aven’t got all bloody day.” @Marlene McKinnon

Peter Pettigrew

“I’ve already considered myself more of a rat, if I’m honest?” Peter laughed at Remus’ joke, “But I don’t want to get too cheesy.”

Remus Lupin

“Not even Wensleydale?” @Peter Pettigrew

Peter Pettigrew

“I’ve always preferred Stilton, myself.” @Remus Lupin

Marlene McKinnon

"You boys are so needy-" The witch whined sarcastically before a grin pulled onto her features, having momentarily gotten distracted by Lily. Moving a space with a flick of her wand to stand on the coffee table simply because she always had a flair for the dramatics as she turned to face the pair. "Peter that was a terrible and I mean truly terrible joke even for you squeakers. Have you boys had enough of debating superior cheeses? Or do I have to wait till after Mozzarella and Parmesan?"

Remus Lupin

“You seem pretty cheesed off if I say so myself Marlene.” Remus snickered, elbowing Peter slightly. @Marlene McKinnon

Peter Pettigrew

“Needy but you need me,” Peter joked, winking at Marlene as he stood back to back with Remus. Laughing as Remus teased Marlene, “Yeah, Marlene. You’re really not gouda at this game.” Snickering as he tried to get the sentence out. @Marlene McKinnon

Remus Lupin

“That’s a good one!” Remus exclaimed, laughing loudly. “Couldn’t brie any better!”

Peter Pettigrew

“We better watch, otherwise Marlene might get really Swissed off.”

James Potter

James watched Marlene with fascination, and then laughed at the boys after the continuous puns about cheese. He moved so he was sitting beside Lily mainly to see this happening better.

Remus Lupin

“For fuck sake.” Remus was almost in bits now, all it took was a few stupid jokes and a beer or two and he was back to his old happy self. “Right come on then Marls.” He said finally. “I think Peter and I could go all night otherwise.” @Marlene McKinnon

Peter Pettigrew

Peter was glad that things seemed to have lightened up since earlier in the night. There was nothing a few drinks and laughs couldn’t fix. “Is that whiskey coming straight from the fire or something?” Peter asked, almost doubling over in laughter. @Marlene McKinnon

Remus Lupin

“Honestly I’m done!” He laughed again loudly. “Wormtail, you truly are on fire tonight, much like the whiskey, which, as you so rightly said, is cooking away nicely whilst Marlene makes us wait.”

Peter Pettigrew

“Anything for my birthday boy,” peter chuckled, finally able to stand up after his laughing fit. “I’ve got to keep em coming,”

Marlene McKinnon

"Merlin alive-" Marlene spoke, shaking her head in dismay as she rolled heavily at their comments. "Are you both done? okay good-" The witch spoke, despite an amused grin pulling onto the edge of her lips. With a small twist of her wrist and the utter of 'incendio' the shots of whiskey now had a blue flame dancing on top of them. "Okay shots at the ready- Whether we be old-" The witch paused pointing at Remus and Mary with a cheeky wink.The witch paused for them to step forward before pointing at Potter: "Or bold- ing-”

Remus Lupin

The sudden heat of the flame made Remus’ face feel hot and a small bit of excitement rose in his stomach. Putting one foot forward he stepped out, still facing away from Peter and looking ahead at the kitchen in front of him.

Peter Pettigrew

Peter stepped forward to get ready, trying to not laugh at the jokes. Still though his lips were twitching at the thought of the cheese puns.

Marlene McKinnon

Pausing again for them to step forward the witch pointed at the rat boy himself 'young with scabby knees'..'heads could do with filling' The witch added, turning to glance briefly at Lily to give her a cheeky wink.

Remus Lupin

Hearing Peter start to snicker, Remus did also. Stepping forward again and letting out a little laugh as he tried to keep his shot steady.

Marlene McKinnon

'Hoggy warty Hogwarts-" The witch sang last of all before shouting as loud as she could...'Moony is sexy-!" Eyes peeled on the fasted to take their shot.

Peter Pettigrew

Trying to keep the shot steady, Peter laughed before necking the shot at Marlene’s next few words

Remus Lupin

“Ahh! FUCK” Remus yelled necking the shot and turning around.“Marls! Who won?”

Marlene McKinnon

"Anddddd we have a winner-" The witch chimed hopping down off the table. "Sorry darling, you're getting slow in your old age." Marlene teased nudging Remus lightly. Raising her wand to decorate Peter's head in a small twisted floral crown. "Maybe next time Moony-"

Remus Lupin

“Damn! Guess you’re the big cheese Wormtail. Well done.” Walking toward Peter, he shook his hand once and grinned at Marlene. “Right Marls, what’s the dare then?” @Marlene McKinnon

Marlene McKinnon

"Grab your coat come on-" The witch spoke a smirk pulling wider onto her features as she grabbed a fresh bottle of fire whiskey heading for the door. "Who else is coming?"

Remus Lupin

“Oh no what is this gonna be. I thought it was gonna be like tell James he’s a sexy beast.” Groaning slightly, Remus pulled on his jacket and signalled for Peter to get him another beer for the journey before following Marlene outside.

Lily Evans

Lily pulled on her own jacket and trailed behind. "Oh, I'm sure I wouldn't want to miss whatever this is going to be."

Peter Pettigrew

Peter grimaced at the shot, satisfied that he had won. He grabbed another beer for him and Remus before following them out into the cold. “You tell James he’s a sexy beast everyday, Moony. That’s hardly a dare mate.”

Marlene McKinnon

"Lupin- you put me in charge darling. What exactly did you expect was going to happen?" The witch questioned with a wider smirk pulling onto her features as she shrugged her coat turning around to look at the rest of those following her.

James Potter

James quickly stood up grabbing his coat and rushing behind everyone. "I would love to know what kind of adventure you're bringing us on Marlene, and if you expect to be sharing that fire whiskey."

Remus Lupin

“When you live with someone that sexy you have to let them know!” Remus shouted back, waiting for Peter and taking the beer from him before taking a swig. As James filed in behind them into the garden, Remus caught his eye. “I truly mean that Prongs, you really are a sexy beast.” @James Potter He offered as they stood out on the small little patch of lawn.

Peter Pettigrew

“Oh tell me something I don’t know, Remy.” Peter sighed, clutching his heart. “I have to share my space with three handsome hunks.” He winked before taking a swig of beer.

James Potter

James rolled his eyes. "You guys are sexy too, I'd die to be with any of you -- especially Peter -- in a heartbeat," he placed a hand on his chest about his heart. "You guys are the best." He drank the rest of his drink.(edited)

Peter Pettigrew

“Oh baby, get in line.” Peter joked, winking at James. “Best Mates, til the end I say.” The outside air making him feel even tipsier that he was in the apartment.

Marlene McKinnon

"When you're done complementing each other's arses- which all lovely and ten out of ten by the way- hold onto each others hand tight. And who's had the least amount of alcohol so far?" Marlene called as she looked down the line of her friends.

Remus Lupin

“No but seriously, Peter you’re a babe. You both are.” Standing between his mates he gave them both a hug before turning his attention to Marlene. “Marlene I hope you know they’ll be no funny business on this lawn.” @Marlene McKinnon Dropping his hands, he offered one to James and then linked arms with Peter to enable them to keep drinking their beers. “Think that shot pushed me over the edge.” He replied, taking a swig of his beer

James Potter

James happily took his friends hand helping him out. "Listen mate-- I am absolutely plastered as well, I'll try to help you as best as I can," he squeezed his hand softly. "Marlene what are we doing out here?"

Peter Pettigrew

Grabbing his friends hand, holding the bottle of beer in between his lips. Peter tried to speak but was muffled, obviously. “I’m not that drunk, sober as a judge.” He tried to speak clearly around the bottle. Before leaning his head back slightly to take a drink. Where ever he was going, his beer was going too.

Remus Lupin

Wising up to what Marlene was doing, Remus raised an eyebrow at Peter and looked between him and James. “This might sound like a ridiculous question but can you travel with beer? Have we tried that?” He asked with a laugh. “If we have I’ve been too drunk to notice.” @Peter Pettigrew @James Potter

Marlene McKinnon

Putting the bottle of fire whiskey in her pocket she rolled her eyes lightly with amusement at the boys while offering her hand to Lily to take. "Considering I didn't trust any of you to fly a broom while plastered nor did fancy fishing any of you out of Thames; not to mention no fireplace-" The witch shrugging lightly. "Pass it here Remus-" Marlene offered putting her wand between her red lips as she offered her extension charmed purse in his direction. @Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin — Today at 12:36 AM

Dutifully, Remus passed Marlene his beer and stepped back into the circle, holding hands with Peter and James. “You might want to take Wormtail’s as well. I don’t fancy that hitting me in the eye on the trip.” @Marlene McKinnon

Marlene McKinnon — Today at 12:38 AM

"Alcohol give it here-" The witch ordered putting her own bottle in the bag before holding it out to the middle of the circle for any last ones. "Lily make sure you're grabbing onto one of the boys will you-" @Lily Evans

Peter Pettigrew — Today at 12:39 AM

Letting go of James hand for one moment, he took the bottle out of his mouth and passed it to Marlene before taking James’ hand again. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m not going nowhere.”

James Potter — Today at 12:39 AM

James took Peter's bottle and made sure he wasn't going to grab it again. At the mention of Lily taking one of their hand's he almost instantly volunteered holding his free hand out to Lily. "I got you and Peter don't worry," he smiled softly.

Lily Evans — Today at 12:40 AM

Lily took James's hand. "Aye aye, captain. Come on then Marley, where are we headed?"

Marlene McKinnon — Today at 12:43 AM

Holding onto Lily's hand tight, the witch took one last look at her friends with a light smirk tugging onto her features. Eyes closed focusing clearly on their destination before apparating

- scene change to be continued -

#I figured it would be good to have a record of it on the dash #cause if you think I was born yesterday you have got me wrong || james #midnight you come and pick me up no headlights long drive could end in burning flames or paradise || sirius #we'll keep on fighting till the end || peter #everyone keeps a darker place to lose control you're not alone || remus #I might brave the fire til the feeling hits until we both get lit || dorcas #tbd || lily #TBD || mary #ohevans #macmary #suchadorcas #luhpxns #padfootchaos #jamspctter #peterpxttigrew

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gallantgautier · 5 years ago

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Unsaid, pt.1

((ooc: A drabble I promised Rai regarding how Sylvain went from “he’s my friend” to “oheck I have a crush” to the almost quiet resolve his feelings eventually become. Only I still have 5 years to traverse and it ended up 1k+ so it’s gunna be a series I guess???))

Sylvain doesn’t say everything he thinks, so, he writes. He writes letters he never intends to send.

Great Tree Moon – xx – 1180

Hey buddy,

You know, it probably wasn’t much of a reunion, was it? I was my usual annoying self. You were, well, you. I know I make fun of you for it, but really, I kinda appreciate it.

Sorry I haven’t changed. I guess you hadn’t expected me to, you didn’t look any more exasperated than normal, so I’ll take that as a win.

Anyway, all I wanted to say was that it’s good to see you again.

See you in class,

-S.

Harpstring Moon – xx – 1180

Hey,

You know, it’s probably a good thing that I have absolutely no intention of ever sending any of these, this one is going to confuse the shit out of you.

Met a new guy, caught me playing the piano, went about as well as I could have expected I guess, which is not well at all. Thinks I’m good at it, would rather he didn’t, even if it’s true. And then Mercedes found out, but I think she’ll keep it secret. Pretty sure she will.

I promise I’ll play for you one day, I told myself I wouldn’t until I got really good. It’s a long way off though.

Dunno why I’m telling you all this, just feels kinda right, y’know?

Heh, who am I kidding?

See you in class,

-S.

Garland Moon – xx – 1180

‘Sup?

You know, it really was pretty surprising to see that you’re gunna enter that costume contest. I know I dared you and all, but you know me and being serious? Never happens. Didn’t think you’d rise to it.

I’m actually really glad you did though.

Really, I mean it. Helping you out, even if it’s just making a dumb costume, it kind of reminded me of old times, y’know? Remember when we used to play knights, and Ingrid refused to be the princess, so I had to, even if I wasn’t happy about it because I wanted to be the dragon. But you’d always be the one ‘rescuing’ me so… Guess I didn’t mind all that much.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, I had fun today. Kinda wish we could just hang out more.

I’ll be cheering you on when the judging starts.

-S.

p.s. The braids suit you.

Verdant Rain Moon – xx – 1180

Miklan,

I thought I hated you. I told everyone I hated you. You were awful. You tried to kill me, repeatedly. I was just a kid Miklan, I didn’t ask for any of this. I didn’t ask to be born. Who does that? Who tries to kill a kid? Their own little brother?

I used to think I wished Glenn was my brother instead. He never hurt Felix, didn’t throw him down wells, leave him on mountains, come at him with knives, look at him as less than dirt under his shoes. I used to wish you were Glenn.

Mostly, I wish I could have helped you. Maybe if I could, you would have loved me back.

I don’t hate you.

I’m sorry.

-Sylvain.

------ Moon – xx – 1180

Hi pal,

This is probably the weirdest one of these that I’m ever going to write, but I just gotta ask. Have you… Changed something lately? Are you doing your hair differently? Not super different, it still looked the same but, maybe you’re using a new method?

Or, maybe you started wearing cologne?

I dunno man, something is different about you. I can’t put my finger on it, and it’s weirding me out.

It’s kinda distracting.

Quit it.

-S.

------ Moon – xx – 1180

Dear Mercedes

Thanks for listening to me today, Goddess, I was a mess. I’m not sure if you’re right exactly, but talking about it helped. I swear, you must have been a saint in a past life.

I owe you about twelves pastries. They’ll have to be bought though; I have no idea how to make them. Maybe you can teach me someday?

…Savoury ones? Maybe we can make them spicy. I think he

Fuck. You’re right.

Fuck.

------ Moon – xx – 1180

Felix,

Sorry I ran out during training. I know I got all weird. Won’t happen again. Promise.

-Sylvain.

------ Moon – xx – 1180

Felix,

It happened again. Well, I guess if I’m gunna break any promises to you, at least it’s one you don’t know about.

-Sylvain.

------ Moon – xx – 1180

Dear Mercedes,

I need your help. I can’t keep going on like this. There has to be some way to just forget about all these stupid feelings, right? I mean, at worst, they’re a liability. If I keep getting distracted this badly, it’s only a matter of time until it happens during something important. What if someone gets hurt because I’m too caught up in being a moron to help them?

Ah nevermind. I know what you’ll say. And you’re right, I know you’re right.

But it scares me.

-Sylvain.

------ Moon – xx – 1180

Felix,

I should have been there. I should have helped.

You’ve got to wake up. Don’t leave me. Don’t go where I can’t follow.

You promised.

-Sylvain.

------ Moon – xx – 1180

Hey Fe,

Sorry if this one is a mess, it’s hard to write neatly after only… Actually, I have no idea how much I slept over the last few days. Not much. Don’t yell at me for it, I needed to be there when you woke up. I’m glad I was.

I’m sorry I yelled, but I’ve never been more terrified in my life. I’m really, really glad you’ll be okay. I wanted to stay, but Manuela wouldn’t let me.

I thought I lost you buddy, I even prayed. Yeah, me, praying. Who would have thought?

I can’t remember who said it, but someone did; ‘you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.’ They neglected to mention that you notice it when it’s almost gone too. You were almost gone Felix, I thought-

I’ve never seen you so still, I’ve never- -I don’t know what I would have done if-

Dammit, sorry, I thought I’d be okay.

Don’t ever do that to me again Felix, promise me that you’ll- -promise me that- -we sti- -until we- -gether. Promise me.

I think… I think I-

I know that doesn’t mean much from me, since I’ve said it to so many other people.

But I really think I do. Maybe.

Is this what it actually feels like?

Kinda hurts. Not sure I like it.

You’re probably asleep right now. I hope you’re comfortable. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much. I hope-

Sleep tight.

Yours, always.

-Sylvain.

(Much of the ink on this parchment is illegible, patches suggesting moisture damage is responsible.)

#Drabble #(?)#It's in a weird format but yeah totally is #fluff and feels all in one (not) neat package!

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sieben9 · 6 years ago

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“broken heart” impressions

{Quick request to anyone reading: I’m watching OUaT for the first time, and I want to avoid spoilers. So, if you want to discuss something spoilery, I’d be grateful if you could start a new post for that. Thank you!}

::long sigh::

Hook. Buddy. Pal. Dear asshole. You have (knowingly) been the Dark One for, like, eight minutes, and you pull shit like this? I better not hear a single word out of you about Rumple’s past behaviour again, because you know what? Terrible as he was, he never actually raised the souls of the malevolent spirits in his head to come visit a plague upon the living.

The fact that this episode enabled me to write that last sentence is possibly its only saving grace, to be honest.

You know. When people kept telling me “oh, 5A is really good until it isn’t and then it’s awful”, I was actually naïve enough to think “OK, but you’ve said that about literally everything so far, and it really wasn’t that bad”. I would now like to apologise for my unspoken scepticism. This really is not a good episode. Worse, this episode (as well as “Birth”) have the effect of making me like the rest of the season less, because of the massive disappointment all those neat little mysteries ended in.

Before we venture under the cut, I feel the need to point out that this entire post was written to every ABBA song available on Spotify. Which is pretty much every ABBA song.

Look, we all deal in different ways.

Damnit, but I liked Merlin.

Mind you, I had a suspicion that he wouldn’t last. Because this show has a serious problem with killing off 90% of its non-white characters. And I doubt this comes from a place of malice; it’s just the easy complacency us white people can so easily fall into. Namely, “I’m not a racist, so I can’t possibly have done/said/written a racist thing”, which is bullshit, for reasons other people have said much better than I could under the circumstances.

And then there are the rather horrific implications of Emma covering up the murder, and if you’re going “huh, why?” at this point, let me spell it out very clearly: She is the (white) town sheriff and she is hiding the murder of a Black man to cover for her (also white) boyfriend. Again, I am convinced that this doesn’t come from a place of malice, but it clearly is coming from a place of profound ignorance, and it’s no less hurtful for it. (By the way, this issue was pointed out to me separately, but I’d like to think that it’s glaring enough that I would have noticed anyway, but you know. Full disclosure and all that.)

To be frank, that topic is so much bigger than this post, and I am so not an expert. But I did notice this, and it was very much not good. Do better, show. Please.

OK, now that everyone is uncomfortable, on to the rest of this trainwreck. …yeah, sorry, not much positive energy in this post, I’m afraid, because—surprise—this was not a good episode.

And I don’t just mean “I was expecting something else and was disappointed”, I mean “as objectively bad as bad can be.” It was convoluted, unfocused, and generally not a fun viewing experience.

So… I don’t know. I did like Rumple showing up to the duel without outside prompting. Didn’t much enjoy the whole “I’ve never done anything worthwhile with my life, ever” speeches, but compared to the rest of this trainwreck, it didn’t register much. Also liked the duel itself—it shows what has been implied before: that Hook and Rumple are pretty evenly matched where swordsmanship is concerned (and both are pretty good swordsmen). In fact, considering that Hook doesn’t tire and has much faster reflexes than normal human beings (see: every instance where a Dark One or other magic user caught a flying arrow out of the air), and this still happened…

…I’d go so far as to say that Rumple is probably the better fighter of the two. Who’d have thunk it, huh? (I mean, Rumple also won in the end, but while victory-by-rigging may be fair game, it doesn’t exactly demonstrate superior skill with the blade)

Also, is that limp permanently healed, now or…? Because if yes, then what the hell. I mean, good for Rumple and all that, but if it’s that easy, why did he never do it himself? (OK, I actually already have a headcanon for that, but it’s so outlandish and actually belongs to a different franchise, so I doubt it’s the “official” explanation for this)

The only other bright spot in this tangled, miserable mess of an episode was Henry.

seriously, bless this child

I joke a lot that he’s used to having an “evil” mom, so this isn’t quite as hard for him, but there really is a lot of truth to that. His willingness to trust Emma once she made the first step doesn’t seem so much like naiveté, and more like the result of what he learned from Regina’s struggles. I’m pretty sure he realises how much his support can help Emma, and he’d rather take the risk and be wrong with that than playing it safe and not helping her when she needs it most. I might have said it before, but between all the chaos and curses, Regina and Emma are raising a pretty good kid.

As for the whole Dark One plot… I don’t even know. It makes very little sense. It wasn’t foreshadowed. Last season all the Dark One wanted was to “take over the world”, now it’s “bring all the previous Dark Ones back to plague the world” …it’s just a mess.

And that’s without getting into the convoluted details of that plan, or that cop-out with Hook casting the curse via Nimue or how ridiculously easy Merlin went down… yeah, I’m not in the mood to be charitable to this plot point, in case you can’t tell.

this ad in the background gives it about the right gravitas, really.

And I’m not even going into how Hook treats Emma in this, because I like to believe that it’s meant to be objectively Bad™ and bygum, they succeeded in showing that.

seriously, man, what the fuck.

I mean, I’m not exactly Emma’s biggest fan at the moment, but holy crap, she didn’t deserve that.

Oh, and that scene at the well. What the fuck to that, too.

And please understand, it’s not Belle saying that she can’t be together with Rumple that merits that “question”—yes, my shipper heart is breaking, but that’s how this goes—but that she went to the well, where Rumple explicitly asked her only to come if she was willing to try again. Just… what kind of cruel, OOC kind of nonsense is that? Did you get that sentence mixed up somehow? D’you think you might wanna write that down next time?

Not happy, predictably. And the most hilarious thing is that I almost forgot about it, because there’s so much other nonsense going on this episode. Separating Rumbelle Yet Again barely registers. Yeah. I know.

Yeah, so. Dark Ones coming over from the underworld. Which is actually a pretty cool image, but the whole plot is so contrived and rushed that I can’t really muster any interest in it.

(Also, yes, I know that there was another subplot happening this episode, but you know what? I took a long look at that and decided that I am not touching that with a ten-foot-pole. I’m sure Robin and Regina know what they’re doing. Kind of.)

#ouat #once upon a time #ouat broken heart #sieben watches ouat #racism cw #not a whole big thing #but it’s discussed #so if you don’t want to deal with that…#ouat writing critical #anti hook #sieben talks #featuring my bizarre combination of mangled swears and the more colourful four-letter-words #because english is weird and also technically my fourth language #on another unrelated note:#these post have now passed 100k words #i just think that's neat

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mcka-a · 7 years ago

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hey nanners im in your inbox bc fuck you, anyways ilu so much you know how often you make me fuckin cackle on my dash whenever i see a post from you ooc like holy shit your personality is 10/10 and i would totally stand to have you have your own comedy bit tbh like holy shit sometimes i wonder if you're some kind of deity because of how much of a good pally pal friend you are. and dont even get me started on the muses you play because thats another ask in and of itself bc of the limit

clUT CHES... M y CH EST....now its time fr me to go on a spiel about u.

liquid, my friend. my darling puddle of water after a lovely summertime rainstorm.

all the muses ive seen you write, whether it was tsuyu, nedzu, noumu, heck, even your current blogs, ive only ever been able to think of U whenever i see those characters. and tbh, to be able to talk with u and write with u again afterwhat feels like a century of no contact is rly rly fulfilling to me ? cus ive missed u so much

WE MET VIA MY STUPID SILLY HALF JOKE HALF SELF INSERT OC BLAKE LIKE LSJERKJAHERTKER WHAT AN EMBARRASSING TIME I WAS SO AMATEUR AT THE TIME TOO LIKE.... HOW ANYBODY COULD TOLERATE ME IS SO BAFFLING i was such a huge weenie at the time

i feel like i got my awful blog-making habit from U of all ppl cus u did it so much that i basically foLLOWED IN UR FOOTSTEPS but honestly it was a good decision on my part bc ive met so many amazing ppl and have rekindled friendships from long since the past and its just been an incredible experience tbh. thank u.

also no matter what blog u were on u always took the time to rp with me and li ke.... that meant SO MUCH to me... esp when i had my oc at the time like ? ? ? i was always so NERVOUS but u made me so comfortable. esp in that community.

tldr; i love u a lot.

#『♡ fan questions ! ♡#˗ˏˋi don’t need no degree to be a clothing hanger (ooc) ˊˎ˗#f1ftyfcur

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callmegoddaddy · 7 years ago

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Omg you're so adorable

//ooc: aw thanks pal. I was aiming for "sexy werewolf", but adorable is also fine by me. Also wow....it's been a while since I got an ask XD //

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oncegilded-blog · 8 years ago

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-ooc- Ugh--- Someone asked for a Munday picture, and now I want to go back to bed. I just feel awful now. Went through my phone and found so many nice pics of me to post--- pre-cancer treatment. Now, I just want to cry. There’s nothing recent I want to post. I look nothing like myself anymore. This is such a downer. Yet I promised I’d find one, so here it is. A friend forced a selfie with me, so she’s the grinning goober in the front. I hope the one who conned me into putting this up is happy with themselves for sending me into a shame/self loathing spiral. Thanks, pal~ :P

#munday is stupid

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thedragonlover · 8 years ago

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Oops I stepped into a wormhole - Chapter 1

hahahaha you bitches thought I was going to give up on this didn’t you NOT TODAY PAL

But siriusly, this has been fun. I’m just writing what I want. Without worrying over making it a gd masterpiece. It’s a bit liberating? I sometimes get wrapped up in the details, so just doing whatever I feel like is strange but nice.

Anyway, hope you enjoy the continuation of this nightmare MM fic! Again, thanks to @mystical-imagine and @freckled-yoosung for the encouragement! ^^

Warnings: SPOILERS TO SEVERAL ROUTES, COMMON AND DEEP; profanity, as usual; possible OOCness; a writer who didn’t want to write fifty chapters of a protag who wouldn’t believe what was happening and decided “fuck it”; also this monster is almost 6k words, dayum son.

Teaser/Introduction / 1

There were fingers on my shoulder, trying to roll me over.

"Ngh--"

One arm was trapped under me and my laptop bag, so I wriggled the other out to prop myself up. And immediately regretted that, once the headache kicked in.

"Agh, fuck, did I headbutt the sidewalk...?"

I continued to hiss my agony, resting my forehead against cool tile as I made a mental checklist. Head? Pounding. Rest of body? Pretty all right, and actually a little warm. I wasn't outside anymore. Those were my glasses pressing into the bridge of my nose, and a little feeling around with my freed hand conjured up my phone, intact despite the fall. I obviously had my laptop bag with me, which was heavy so it hopefully hadn't been rummaged through. Maybe I still had everything. I didn't think I was out long. Ha, not like I have experience with being knocked out.

"H-hey..."

Realizing someone was talking to me, I struggled to sit up properly. I shrugged off my bag and grimaced as it fell over with a thud. There was definitely too much shit in that thing. My perusal of my surroundings was thwarted by some hellishly bright lights. Ugh, I almost wish I was back outside... never mind, that shit is cold. I squinted, pulling my hat down until it hit my glasses. So much red, and black, and yellow. Huh. You know, this color scheme--

My gaze came upon who I assumed had spoken up, and I had already begun saying "oh, that's a person" before some facts registered in my brain. First there was the obvious: He had red hair, and were those golden eyes behind his glasses? He was wearing contacts around the house? Oh, speaking of, I was probably in his house. Welp. Hope this isn't a murder den. If it was, he was a very uncertain-looking serial killer. Once the pain and shock of this situation wore off I'd probably be freaking out, but for the time being I was unnervingly calm.

His staring was making me uncomfortable, so in typical me-fashion I broke the silence with an odd question: "Why do you look like Seven Zero Seven, the Defender of Justice?"

Because, come on. Gold eyes, red hair, bumblebee-colored glasses, orange headphones, black-yellow jacket... even the cross necklace. This was a really good Seven cosplay. A pro for passing out/being kidnapped: Meeting interesting people!

He glanced at the finger I had wagged in his direction.

"...b... because," he answered, in accented English, "I am Seven Zero Seven, Defender of Justice."

The finger dropped.

"...huh."

Speaking of that.

I glanced down, lifting my phone to examine the screen. A simple swipe was all it took; it strangely didn't ask for my pattern lock. Along with that, my background had been changed to a plain black with yellow stars, and a little spaceship in the corner. There was a distinct lack of organization; I never let my phone to get so cluttered. (Technology was one of the few areas I was always neat and orderly in.) And there was an app called "RFA" in the corner?

"What the hell," I muttered. I swiped through the home screens, finding nothing familiar, and repeated, "What the hell?"

My contacts. Right, I should probably call my roommate. Or the police. A click, and there was a distinct lack of roommates in my address book. And numbers. Dammit.

Messenger! Please please PLEASE let me be able to talk to someone I kno--ohhhh for the love of everything good in this world, what is this crap.

"Seven" tried to say something, but it was aborted, and I told him to wait. I'd get to him in a moment.

Palm to my forehead, I went back to tap on the RFA app, which finally brought up a welcome sight. "Thank the gods, something familiar." Tap, tap. It wanted me to enter a new name? Well, duh, use the usual. ...it wouldn't accept my first entry, saying it was already taken. Since when was that a thing? Okay, fine, I'll put in my real first name, jerk. Huh, the loading wasn't as god awful. Actually, wait, there wasn't a continue option, or after ending, or extras. I navigated through the familiar-yet-not menu, but the call history was empty.

Then I actually looked at the time--I was out for twelve hours?

Lifting my gaze, I finally returned my attention to the man. "Okay. So. What happened?"

"I..." Hand rising to his hair, he admitted awkwardly, "I-I don't know...?" He seemed rather shaken.

That wasn't a good sign. "...how'd I get here?"

"You... appeared?" I furrowed my brows at him. "I'm being serious! You appeared out of nowhere! No jokes!"

" "God Seven," not joking?" I snorted. "The horror!" If he dragged me here, he sounds very confused about it. So, maybe someone else did? I wasn't sure why someone would take me to a house instead of a hospital, but to be honest I was thankful I wasn't in one. I'm not all that fond of them, and I didn't seem to be horribly injured. "Okay, well. Cool cosplay... and apartment... though there are too many lights for my taste."

He seemed to get over what was bothering him. Or internalize it, I don't know. A goofy grin, more fitting for the character he was dressed as, came over his expression as he told me, "If I knew you'd want to see me in some cosplay, I would've put on my favorite dress."

I snorted, then covered the noise as he continued grinning. "You'd really rock a maid outfit," I snickered.

"Of course I do!"

I outright laughed at this, thinking of how bizarre this situation was. Well, keeping calm and waiting until I figure things out can't hurt. I've already been MIA for twelve hours, apparently. I moved to sit cross-legged, which he immediately copied.

"So, Sir Defender of Justice...?"

"Affirmative!" He gave a silly salute that drew another giggle-snort out of me. "Seven! Zero! Seven! That is I!"

"You're such a dork," I laughed, shaking my head. His acting was pretty much what I expected out of the guy. Pinching my phone between two fingers to spin it, I asked him, "So, I trust that this superhero didn't hack my things?"

"Negative! ...but the night's still young," he added. "Heheh." And wow, he stuck his tongue out and winked, yep, this was the most accurate Seven cosplayer in existence.

I wagged a finger. "Bad hacker. Down, boy."

"Ruff!"

Well, I was giggle-snorting as much as I would when listening to his character's antics. Mission accomplished, man. I tossed and caught my phone all cool-like--not really, I almost dropped the damn thing, but I was willing to ignore that--and went on, "And if I called "707" through this RFA app, it would definitely go to your phone?"

"Definitely maybe!" He hummed, gripped his chin and nodded. "Mm... possibly for certain!"

"Absolutely so-so?" I went ahead to the app, wondering if perhaps Mystic Messenger had updated and caused total chaos on my phone. With my current situation, that was probably the least of my worries, but it was the only lead I had so far.

"Ohh! Yes, that!"

"Pfffha, okay, sure, let's try it then." Click. "Don't leave me hanging, God Seven!"

He expertly flipped his phone around, putting my earlier attempt to shame. "I, Seven, would never let down such a loyal disciple!"

"I guess a necklace with the gemini symbol is the Seven-ist religion's equivalent of a cross necklace--"

An unfamiliar ringtone cut through my words. The man answered his phone. And my call was picked up.

"Hello," he sang into the reciever. I hung up. "Aww!"

Staring at the screen, I navigated through the numbers saved in the app, separate of the phone's main address book. Sure enough, there were all of the names of the RFA's members. "707... Jaehee... Zen... Jumin... Yoosung..." But of course, they were all in the game.

In that case, what was with the extra name on the list?

"...Dragon."

Yeah, that's the one.

My head snapped back up at the voice. "Seven" wasn't smiling anymore; his expression had dropped into something more serious. I was reminded that, even sitting down, he was a tall mofo. It was a little intimidating.

Swallowing, I exited out of the RFA address book and examined the chibi icons that would lead to the different profiles. There was an additional one there which, when clicked on, led to the profile of a cute young woman with long brown hair. Username "Dragon." It was the exact same username I'd used throughout the game. (I'm just predictable like that.) I backed out and clicked Yoosung's for another shock. I couldn't help the urge to cover my gasp as I saw someone who looked very much like the excitable college student smiling alongside "Dragon"... with only one good eye.

I turned off the screen, set the phone down, and returned the redhead's steady gaze.

"...okay." I took a deep breath, then let it out. "Okay. This... isn't a dream."

"Yeah?"

Another deep breath. "I don't lucid dream, so the fact that I know that this could be a dream means it isn't. And even if this was a lucid dream, I wouldn't be dreaming of a scenario where Yoosung..." I swallowed again. "I could change it. So. Not a dream."

"...All right." Compared to earlier, this tone of voice was frighteningly serious. If this was a cosplay... he was taking it too far. He needed to stop. "Then what is it?"

"Well..."

I clasped my knees, gaze sweeping carefully across the apartment I'd found myself in. Complicated computer set-up against the wall, front door, a few steps down to a living area, and a hallway that led elsewhere. It was a pretty sweet pad. Messy, too. A guy after my own heart.

"...since it's not a dream, this leaves two other options. One, I've been dragged into a crazy cosplayer's house who delights in going above and beyond for authenticity's sake."

...you know, it would be nice if you corrected me on that one, buddy.

"...or, this is actually Seven's place. Which is impossible so--"

"It's possible."

I searched his expression, but it was strangely neutral and entirely serious.

"You're... telling me that you're actually Seven. As in, Seven Zero Seven, secret agent and hacker extroardinaire. God Seven."

"Yes."

"That's..." He'd already told me it was possible, and with that face I was inclined to believe him. I wasn't getting bad vibes from him either, and I generally trusted my gut with that. Still. "...that's hard to believe. Because, despite how awesome that'd be, Seven is not real."

"Then who am I?"

I squinted. "...uh. A cool dude who dresses, acts and sounds like Seven?"

Resting his elbows on his knees, he leaned forward. "So, you're just a person who dresses, acts and sounds like someone Dragon and I know?"

Now I was definitely giving him a weird look. "Uh... yes? Because I've... never met anyone who speaks Korean, and looks like you? And also I only know about Seven and the others because of a phone game?"

"A phone app?"

"Y...es."

"...Sounds just like Dragon."

I glanced down at my phone, then raised my palms for a respite. "Okay, okay, hold on. Let's ignore the ramifications of fiction becoming reality for a moment..." Rubbing my head--because it still hurt--my eyes were drawn to something blinking on the ceiling. I peered past his head and couldn't help commenting, "Well, that's flashy."

That was an honest-to-god stoplight on the ceiling. It hung over the living area, which lined up with what I remembered from the game. So much for ignoring fiction-turned-reality.

My admiration of the bizarre decoration met an end when a computerized voice broke the awkward silence.

"Password accepted. Mary Vanderwood the 3rd entering."

Immediately, the guy was grabbing my arm and yanking me to my feet.

"Ow, what the--"

"You need to leave. No--" He swore. "You need to hide. Here."

"Ah--" I fought against his grip until I could snag my bag, which I tossed over my shoulder. It smacked painfully against my back, but I was already being ushered into the bathroom. Phone gripped in my other hand, I hissed, "Wait, hold on--"

"Be quiet, and lock the door. I'll get you when it's safe."

I shut my mouth, thinking that if this was truly Seven's place--and he, the secret agent himself--that I didn't want to tangle with "Mary Vanderwood the 3rd." That guy has a taser. And, that was that. Unless this was an incredibly detailed gag--of which I didn't have any friends who would bother going to such extremes--this was really the world I had glimpsed into using the Mystic Messenger app. It was crazy. Insane. But in the end, I was far more willing to accept this as reality then I was to take my chances and continue being difficult. Really, I've had dreams crazier than this. I can deal with this. ...Probably.

The bathroom was only marginally cleaner than the rest of the house had been. As in, only one empty chip bag per five-foot square instead of twelve. Sitting against the door, I set the phone on silent to fiddle with as I eavesdropped as best I could. Organizing the apps was calming.

There was already the sound of crinkling packages, cans being kicked across the floor, and loud complaints. It was a good thing I hadn't left any of my things out there, or Seven--it was probably better for him if I called him that--would've had some uncomfortable questions to answer. It was likely a visit about work--of course, Vanderwood was like his handler, there to keep him on track. It seemed he was still a part of the agency. That's not good...

The good thing was, it didn't sound like it was nearly as urgent as I remembered from the game. Important to finish, yes, but their talking didn't suggest a topic of dying or loved ones being injured.

The only English I heard was when Seven gave a loud, dramatic, "Ahh! Madam, be gentle!"

Snrk. I covered my mouth, hoping no one heard my low snort. Come on, you can't do things like that and not expect your audience to laugh.

It was agony, lying low. I managed to separate and alphabetize the apps in that time, putting the ones I'd likely use into appropriate folders and deleting the rest. There was the temptation to text Seven for Vanderwood's ETD, but I didn't want to risk it. He had said he'd come get me when the coast was clear, and I wanted to trust him.

Huh. I didn't think he had a warning system for guests. Maybe he was getting tired of being taken by surprise, since Vanderwood evidently carried an Arabic dictionary. And that taser. Hmm, I wonder what Mr. Taze A Lot is like in-person... That was a definite "curiosity killed the cat" situation, unfortunately. Shame.

There was a knock on the door, and I held my breath.

"...it's me. Coast's clear."

I got up with a grunt, kicking my bag aside for now. But there was something very important I had to do first, to regain what sanity I had left.

The door opened, and Seven began, "So back to your similarity to--"

"I'm disappointed in you, y'know."

He stopped, mouth working in silence for a moment. Finally, he managed a very baffled, "What...?"

"I thought that you would've..." I held up a bar of soap. "...cleaned up your act by now."

He stared at it.

"...get it? Clean... soap..." I wriggled it. "Was that too... suds-den?"

More staring.

"...I'm hilarious and you know it."

His face twitched. Air escaped his lips like a balloon. Then he leaned bodily against the doorframe, laughing wholeheartedly as he held his stomach. I laughed along with him, feeling rather triumphant. Bad pun: Success! I can never let a stupid joke go unsaid. In all honesty, he was probably laughing hysterically at the situation instead of my sense of humor, but I'll take what laughter I can get.

The soap was returned, and I was led to the living area where seating more comfortable than tile was located. He offered a bag of Honey Buddha Chips, and I pressed a dainty hand to my heart, affecting a Southern drawl. "Wha--for me? I'm flattered, Mistuh Seven, but I can't accept such an extravagant gift." Then I snatched that bag out of his freakin' hands because my stomach was trying to eat itself. He laughed at the enthusiasm. I chowed down (mm, not bad) as I asked in my normal voice, "Okay, so, I'll believe that you're Seven, aka Luciel, etcetera. So... what's this about recognizing me?"

He crunched loudly on his own chips. Is he making--yep, he's doing a duck face, what a goober. "It sounds crazy--"

"I'm crazy."

"--but I... saw you in my dreams."

"I know I'm dreamy, but--" I snickered, stopping myself there. "Okay, psychic dreams. Continue."

After finishing his own snickers, Seven scarfed the remainder of the bag in a hot second and crumpled up the wrapper. I saw him preparing to toss it on the floor and offered a hand... wriggled my fingers... then finally sighed and told him, "Please give me that so I can throw it away in a proper garbage receptacle."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, giving a mock-salute.

I held onto it for the time being. "Anyway? Dreams?"

"Okay... so..."

Normally, when a person says that they had dreams about you, it's a bit weird and difficult to take seriously, and makes you want to find the closest exit. Who could really credit their slumbering mind with giving glimpses into anything credible? Not to mention the potential for more bad jokes. But I'd had my own dreams that connected to reality in the past, not that I ever thought much of them. So I listened intently to what Seven had to say, letting him explain with only a comment on how fluent he was in English. I'd forgotten that he knew seventeen languages. (Not gonna lie? Jealous. That's hella cool.)

According to him, after the party (where Yoosung came in, injured and totally prepared to smooch "Dragon") there started a period of strange dreams. It followed similar events at first--a "common route," if you will--but introduced some instances and information I knew to be from the "deep story" I was familiar with. The more Seven talked about it, the more I realized that was exactly what he was dreaming about. How else would he have been able to tell what was in the contents of that drawer in Rika's apartment? In this timeline of Yoosung falling in love with "Dragon," he wouldn't have set foot in there.

Of course, he didn't believe all of this at first. He chalked it up to Honey Buddha Chips and Doctor Pepper. They were only dreams, right? He laughingly told Dragon about one of them, expecting her to tease about him dreaming up a girlfriend.

Then she told him that she had the very same dreams.

So he decided to do some searching.

"And by that, you mean hacking."

"Correct!"

The thought of having someone hacking through the internet to locate me was more amusing than disturbing; they wouldn't get a lot out of it, because I didn't make much of an imprint on the world wide web. Maybe gratuitous amounts of fanfics, doodles and poetry, but that's about it. Along with that, it was really starting to feel like I was in a totally different universe than before, and I was pretty positive that you couldn't just Google search--sorry, Noogle search through the multiverse. (If the "Noogle search bar" on our phones wasn't definitive proof that I wasn't in the same realm, I didn't know what was.) I couldn't help telling him exactly that.

"It'd be too easy if I was able to just pop into other universes and steal their fanfiction. And what if someone from there read my fanfiction?"

"Uh..."

"...oh my god, no way." Thank every deity in existence I don't upload smut, holy shit that would be awkward. "Please tell me you didn't read anything before 2012."

"I, Seven, am too thorough to leave even the silliest fanfiction alone!"

"Oh, ye gods of yore. Why? You're the worst... I hate you...!"

"God Seven rejects your hate!"

"Okay, fine, no, I don't. ANYWAY, please continue."

He didn't have much luck at first, as I expected. But the dreams continued, and because he didn't think he and Dragon were going crazy the exact same way and time, he was certain there was some grain of truth in them. On top of that, they were scenes about someone he didn't recognize in peril. (I thought maybe he just mistook "Dragon" for me, but he mentioned the meowing and I just... couldn't deny it, that was definitely me. Plus, she didn't wear glasses.) It kind of consumed him for a while. And the threat of the hacker returning to finish the job hung over him like a bomb threat.

"I think he'd bide his time," I mumbled. "Saeren can be rash and has a temper, but he had patience for a bit."

The pained look on Seven's face made me regret speaking my mind, but he agreed quietly. It'd been several months since the party, however, and he wasn't going to take any chances. He nearly got into trouble with his agency for slacking off on their work, but since he finished the big scary job on time they'd given him a bit more leniency. (Remembering the deep story's threat of torture placed a stone in my gut.) Yet no public record lined up with the information he'd gleaned, and he was running out of options. The only other RFA member aware of his struggles was Dragon, who worried over his health.

"Well, someone has to," I muttered, mostly to myself. I approved. By this point, we were both reclined on the sofa like amoebas. I expected to leave imprints on the cushions.

So, there were dreams involving the deep story, starring me, that he shared with Dragon and couldn't find an explanation for. He still hadn't exactly explained how he had been able to read my fanfiction.

Rubbing his neck, Seven began that topic with a low, "I... got a weird email."

I really couldn't help it this time. Another snrk escaped as I jokingly sang, "Did you get mysterious messages?" It was too perfect.

There was a faint smile on his face. "Correct!"

...wait. "Weird, how?"

"It was... from someone who called themselves "Cheritz." "

I drew back.

"...wat."

"Yeah."

"That's... Cheritz? Really? ...what'd they say?"

"Said they knew what I was trying to do. They referred to me by name... my real name... and said that they could get me the information I was looking for."

Well, that was scary. Glancing at my phone, I was a little glad I had the RFA app now instead of the Cheritz game. "...so. You took their offer?"

Seven nodded, then cracked his neck. Ew. He noticed my wince. "Sorry."

Now, he said it was only after a lot of hacking and being unable to sneak any nefarious intentions out of them that he decided to play along. After all, he was good at biding his time, and making his escape. They had promised they'd contact him again soon. He stewed impatiently for a few days, trying and failing again to get any dirt on them, until they finally emailed a dossier with more information on his "dream girl." He provided these documents now; I could feel his gaze as I poured through my life on print.

"Holy shit, they know more about me than I remember about myself." Officially creeped out now. "Why?" Seven didn't know, which was frustrating because I kind of expected him to have all of the answers. Sighing, I let him continue.

"It was hard to believe at first. I am God Seven," he claimed in a deeper voice, "and if my heavenly hacking skills couldn't find anything on you, no one could!" The playfulness left as quickly as it had come. "...is what I would like to say, but it was clear that they had access to something I didn't. And it was protected so well I couldn't even find many mentions of it. When they sent audio clips and video that matched up with the person from our dreams, I knew Cheritz wasn't playing around."

Trying not to feel sick, I decided I didn't want to know what he had seen or heard. "...so, if this is a multi-universe-thing, Cheritz... has access to both of ours."

Seven nodded. "And since they were the only lead I had--"

"Hold on," I cut in, brows furrowing.

I sat up straight.

"Does that mean that they can go across spacetime as they please? Like the TARDIS or a Time-Turner or something? How? Why are they bothering with otome games if they can do that? I can imagine, like, five other get-rich-quick schemes using that sort of power, and that's just off the top of my head. And why this universe? If there are various possibilities out there for them to meddle in, it's weird that they settled on this one in particular. It's not a bad one, you guys are freakin' fantastic, but like, why this one? What attracted them to you guys? To this branch of the timeline? Or to me? Does everyone who plays their "games" have access to their own personal universe?"

I was spacing out a little at this point, looking off into the distance over his shoulder as if the answers were hovering out there past his fortress walls.

"A multitude of universes as numerous as the stars... or more so... Holy shit. Holy fuck, that's--cool and scary and kind of hard to wrap my head around, even knowing that time isn't linear, and the concept of the Many Worlds Theory. Like, how do you make a walkthrough for real life? How true is the game interaction to the universe's reality? Is that the same for mine? Am I playing matchmaker across universes? Holy shit. I shouldn't have that kind of responsibility, I barely remember to eat and function like a normal human being, so..."

...Oh. Seven was staring.

"Uh. Sorry. Go on." Clearing my throat, I tried to ignore the embarrassment as I glossed over the tangent I'd just gone on.

He blinked, a smile growing on his face like I had just offered to help him open up a toy factory. Way to go on not flipping out or anything. Then I was blessed with another great laugh that made me feel only a smidgen more mortified by my rambling. I guess it's not the worst thing in the world.

"I can get a little..." I trailed off. There wasn't a word for it. When he continued giggling, I couldn't help a sheepish smile. "I've devoted whiteboards, sketchbooks and notebooks to dissecting video game lore before."

"Seeing this in-person is so much better," he teased. Oh, yep, my face was definitely red now.

"Thaaaat's right, you've probably seen it all."

"I've read some messages." I saw him shoot little finger guns, before I rubbed my forehead to shield my eyes. "Your nerd rage burns with a fiery passion! Like the brightest star!"

"You're why it was a good idea to cover my laptop's webcam," I muttered, still grinning.

"Yeah, that wasn't very nice of you. You still had your phone, though."

Of course he can hack my phone too. I glanced up to see him wagging his eyebrows. "Ahem. Anyway." I gestured desperately. "You got info from this Cheritz person, and it somehow got you access to my entire life as recorded by modern technology."

"Like childhood photos."

"Cool." Sigh. Well, it was a good thing I thought I was adorable. Old pictures weren't embarrassing to me; the thought of people looking at my old writing was more appalling. "Okayyyy, no more tangents, back on-topic."

"Right." That detour seemed to have put him at ease. Of course he'd bounce back after doing some teasing. "Well, after they shared that information, they claimed they were working to get me direct access. They still hadn't explained why they were doing this, but at this point I was... kind of desperate for answers."

"Who is that mysterious, magical person," I joked, posing dramatically. He laughed again.

"Yes, Agent Seven Zero Seven was determined! He would find out who this mystery woman was!"

At this, I couldn't quite help expressing the lingering doubt. "...and you're absolutely certain it's me?"

He nodded. "Considering the information you know... you have to be. No one, besides me... and V... knows the identity of my brother. And Dragon," he added, "thanks to those dreams."

"Mm, true..."

"And along with that, and the fact that you look exactly like her..." He pointed, and I glanced at my necklace. "You mentioned the sign gemini. But no one outside of the RFA knows my birthday."

And with how much of his life had been erased, that wasn't surprising.

"...to be fair," I started slowly, "I don't know it off the top of my head--" But I definitely have it saved on my phone's calendar. "--but it's easy to remember that your sign is gemini, since... y'know." Wow, way to go, me, let's just keep reminding him about his brother, ahahaha I'm the worst.

"Hmm, excellent point!"

Thankfully, his spirits didn't seem to fall this time. It was equally likely that he just wasn't showing it, but I was going to be optimistic. He surprised me by poking my nose, which made me "eep," which made him laugh.

"And it's easy to remember your sign is cancer because you blush so red, like a cute crab!"

"Only because I'm living in a literal anime now," I joked back, trying not to let the "cute crab" blush creep back in. Rubbing my nose as if he'd injured it, I stuck my tongue out at his continued laughter. "So, what happened when you finally got direct access?"

"I did some research of my own, to make absolutely sure that you were the right person. Then..." He wiggled his cell phone. "I called you."

"...oh." I thought this over. "...twelve hours ago?"

"Uh... no, that was right before you... appeared in my apartment."

"What?" I glanced at my phone's clock, confused, before it dawned on me. "Oh. Timezones. Korea is literally on the other side of the world."

"Correct!"

"...only magic could have brought me here in minutes. I mean, it would take magic or crazy science to transport me to another universe too, so I guess that's kind of just expected." I adjusted the hat to rub my forehead, snorting. "Huh, I'm still calm. I'll probably have a mental breakdown later, but for the time being I'm feeling pretty chill."

"Chill? But you're wearing a jacket!" Seven poked one of the stars on its design.

Snrk. "Are you stealing my shtick of bad jokes? I'll fight you for that. Come at me, bro."

"Ohoho! God Seven versus Crab Cutie, this Saturday on the Space Station Network!" He cupped his mouth for fake applause.

"You bet your ass! Bring it on! Get ready for the fight of... your..." Wow, that was a large yawn. Oh, right, I had just come off of an eight-hour shift. I blinked a few times, squinting at the lights and pulling my hat down again. "Okay, we might have to postpone that showdown, 'cause... it'd be too embarrassing if you fought a sleepy me and still lost."

"Oh, right, it must still feel like nighttime to you. I know the feeling! My sleep is so irregular, I lose track of days, ahaha..."

His laugh almost trailed off nervously at the confession, as if realizing how candid that had been. Clearing his throat, he sounded concerned as he asked, "Did you... would you be all right crashing here...?"

"Oh, yeah," I reassured him with a wave, "the couch is fine. I was only eaten by a couch the one time."

"What? No, I meant here, my place--I'm not forcing you to sleep on the couch! There's a bed in the other room you can use." He almost sounded offended by my assumption.

"...you mean, your bed?"

"Yeah, I'm not going to be using... it..." Seven trailed off again.

"I don't want to steal your bed, though. I mean, you need sleep too--"

He suddenly leapt from his seat. "H-hold on," he interrupted, "I-I've got to clean that disaster zone--uhh, I mean, find clean sheets!" The coffee table managed a parting shot as he leapt over it in his haste, and he choked on Korean curses (oh, you best believe I looked those up) before disappearing around the corner. Surprised, I eventually burst out laughing.

"Dude," I shouted so he could hear me from the bedroom, "it can't be nearly as bad as my room. I literally couldn't see my floor for weeks!" What the hell was all of that thumping for? "You okay in there?"

"Just--hold on! Stay right there! Don't come in!"

"Pfffft. Yes, ma'am!"

That was the adorably considerate hacker awkwardly doing all he could for someone else that I expected. He is too pure for this world, I thought with another laugh. Shaking my head reminded me that a headache was still lurking, and the lights weren't doing me any favors in banishing it for good. Okay, if his room is dark, I'll gladly steal it. Just for a nap. I rubbed my forehead to try easing away the pain.

...I'm in Seven aka Luciel aka Saeyoung's apartment, which is in another universe's Korea, probably thanks to the meddling of a multiverse-traveling otome game company. Cradling my face in a palm, this laugh was quieter and a bit more hysterical. Yep. I guess this is my life right now. When I get back home, the only thing I can tell my roommate and family is, "Oops, I stepped into a wormhole, sorry!" They wouldn't believe it, of course. I hardly did, and I marveled once more at how being crazy tended to make life easier in the most bizarre ways.

When Seven returned, less panicked now, he found the area immediately around the sofa cleaner than he'd left it. "You didn't have to do that," he told me, switching to a more joking tone as he added, "I already have a maid! The wonderful but strict Mary Vanderwood the 3rd!"

I snorted. "Uh-huh. She deserves a raise."

We laughed as if we both didn't already know the truth. It was much better to be laughing than freaking out. I hopped onto my feet and saluted. "Permission to go pass out, Captain Seven?"

He mirrored me, barking, "Permission granted! Dismissed, soldier!"

"Aye, aye, sir!"

Collecting my things, in case his "maid" returned, I retreated to this sanctuary of darkness and crawled into a bed sans empty wrappers and crushed chips. I surprisingly wasn't too lost and anxious to find much needed sleep, but the confusion definitely followed into my dreams.

[TBC omg]

#here it is #more #what you all wanted amirite #mm #mystic messenger #mysmes #dragon writes #dumb dragon #oops I stepped into a wormhole #selfship #self ship

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