#forgotten first meeting

[lulublack90]

Prompt 14 - Forgotten First Meeting

@wolfstarmicrofic May 14, word count 964

Sirius had been set up on a blind date by his brother's best friend, Pandora. She’d declared she was tired of seeing him moping about with no one to love and demanded he allow her to set him up. Sirius apparently had no choice in the matter, and he couldn’t explain why he hadn’t just sacked it off and not turned up to the restaurant. But he had, and he’d even spruced himself up a bit. 

“Table for two, should be under Black, might be Lovegood.” He told the host waiting just inside the restaurant. 

“Ah, yes, here we are two for Lovegood. Will your guest be arriving soon?” The host looked behind Sirius as though his date would just materialise out of thin air. 

“Hopefully,” He told the man. “It’s a blind date, so you never know.” The host nodded sagely, as though he got that a lot. 

“Ms Lovegood, enjoys sending her projects to us. She’s never once had a no show, I might add.” Sirius felt himself redden. He and Pandora would be having words. “Right this way Mr Black, we have your table all set up.” Sirius followed him into a corner where a small table was set for two. It felt very intimate already. 

“Thanks,” He gave a half smile to the man before he sat down. He opened the menu and glanced at the dishes. 

“Can I get you a drink Sir?” Asked a waiter. 

“Oh, yes. Gin and Tonic, please.” 

“Right away, Sir.” The waiter bustled off. 

A tall, bean pole of a man stopped beside his table. Sirius looked up and up and up from his seat. The man was well over six feet tall and fit as fuck. Sirius felt his insides do a little jig. Pandora had done good. His date didn’t look as impressed.

Sirius jumped to his feet. 

“Hi, Sirius Black.” He told the giant, holding out his hand for him to shake. 

“Remus Lupin.” The giant responded, engulfing his hand with his own. Sirius’s heart stuttered as he imagined those hands somewhat lower on his body. 

“Sit, please, sit,” Sirius stammered, “Do you want a drink? Er.” He looked around for the waiter and was relieved to see him walking towards him with his drink on a tray. 

“Here you are, Sir.” The waiter said, placing Sirius’s gin and tonic on the table in front of him. “Would you like anything, Sir?” He asked Remus. 

“Whisky, neat, please” Remus replied. The waiter disappeared again. 

“So, Remus. How do you know Pandora?” Sirius dove in, not comfortable with silences. Remus narrowed his eyes. 

“We went to school together.” Was the only answer he gave. Right, thought Sirius, short and blunt. This was going to be difficult. 

The waiter returned with Remus’s drink. 

“Do you know what you would like to order or do you need a minute?” Sirius looked over to Remus. Neither of them had looked at the menu properly. 

“I think we might need a minute, thanks.” Sirius smiled weakly at the waiter. 

“Steak, rare, please.” Remus said as he glanced at the menu. The waiter looked at Sirius, who quickly looked down at the list of mains. 

“Erm, I’ll have the chicken chasseur please.” He handed the menu to the waiter, and they were back to silence again. 

“So, er, what do you do, Remus?” Sirius broke the silence. Remus scoffed this time. 

“I work in a library,” He said bluntly. 

“Wow, I bet that's interesting,” Sirius pushed a bit. 

“I’ve been digitising all the old records. It’s mind-numbing.” Remus looked around as though trying to find the nearest exit. 

“Have you found anything interesting in the old records?” Sirius tried again. 

“No,” This wasn’t going well. 

“Sorry, have I done something wrong?” Sirius asked. They’d barely been there ten minutes, and he couldn’t think what he could have done in such a short time to anger him so much. 

“Do you really not remember?” Remus snapped. Sirius shook his head, taken aback by Remus’s tone. “Are you serious?!” Sirius had to bite his tongue not to respond how he usually would to that question. When he didn’t answer, Remus went on. “We’ve already met. You’ve been to my flat. Slept in my bed, amongst other things.” Sirius stared at him, trying his hardest to remember. 

Remus shook his head in aggravation and one of the wall lights glinted off a silvery scar running across his face and Sirius remembered. 

“Oh my God, Remus!” He hit his forehead with his palm. How could he have forgotten? He’d been so drunk that night and in the morning Regulus had rung him crying about something their mother had said to him. Sirius had had to sneak out to go calm his brother down. He hadn’t gotten Remus’s number and had forgotten where the flat was. 

That had been months ago and Sirius had never been very good with faces. “I’m so sorry.” He pleaded for forgiveness and explained what had happened. Remus still seemed a bit grumpy, but he stayed. They ate their meals and Sirius treated him to a big piece of chocolate cake as an apology. Remus cheered up after that. 

“So,” Sirius said shyly to him once he’d paid the bill. “Will you see me again or did I totally blow it last time?” He looked up through his eyelashes, knowing full well what effect that had on people. Remus closed his eyes for a moment, but gave in. 

“Yeah, go on then.” He grinned. “Fancy a night cap? At yours this time, that way you can’t sneak out,” Sirius beamed at him and, taking his hand, practically dragged him from the restaurant. He could just hear the host chuckling to himself as the door closed behind them.  

[besttropeveershowdown]

The Most Annoying Trope Showdown: Round 1, Poll 8

Forgotten First Meeting

Two characters meet each other and think they've never met before. They have, a long time ago, but either one or both of them has forgotten.

Propaganda:

They met each other when they were children and forgot about it until they reunited as adults, that's how you know it was a fated meeting and destined to be together and they'll always come back to each other. JUST AS BARFY AS SOULMATES. I ALSO HATE SOULMATES.

Tsundere

A character is outwardly harsh or violent, but has a sweet and vulnerable side that comes out around those they love.

Propaganda:

Abusive behavior isn't very kawaii

[steamclouds]

Local drow absolutely delighted by the weird furred creatures that roam the surface

Cue an "Everyone Approves" joke

[mayashesfly]

Suddenly thinking about an AU where Vox erased his memories about Alastor and how that might affect the show's timeline.

Though to be honest I just want to think about how Alastor is going to react and feel about waiting for Vox to eventually find out about his return...

Only to find out in the Overlord meeting that Vox completely forgot about him as he smiled at him and offered his hand with a practiced professional air.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Vox from Voxtek, the Leader of the Vees. Are you new around here?"

In this AU, Episode 2 changes drastically. There was never a "Stayed Gone" segment nor was Sir Pentious sent to the Hazbin Hotel to spy on them. Which means that a lot would've changed in this timeline since the First Redeemed would be mostly out of the picture.

And Vox not giving Alastor the time of day means that if Alastor launched his radio show again, he has to slowly win back his viewership instead of having free advertising in the shape of a tv-headed obsessed fool.

Honestly, with how Vox's obsession on Alastor gives him a reliable source of attention and entertainment, he would be rather upset that the TV Overlord wouldn't give him the time of day. Not only that but he completely forgot about him! New? What do you mean new? He has been an Overlord far longer than he had! He is The Radio Demon. And he dares to ask him if HE is new?

What the hell happened to Vox? Why doesn't he remember him? Is this the reason why Vox never gave him the attention he knew he would give him once he realized he returned? What was he supposed to do now?

His feelings are hurt. His ego was bruised.

Vox was never like this.

And he'll be damned if Vox stays that way.

[thedemonofcat]

When Jaskier was a child in Lettenhove, still known as Julian, he was a frail boy, born with a rare illness. His parents frequently hired healers in hopes of curing him. One such healer was a druid woman who brought her young son, Geralt, along with her.

Though confined to bed, Jaskier and Geralt spent much time together. Geralt, aspiring to become a knight, promised to protect the sickly boy. As time passed, Jaskier eventually recovered and forgot about his childhood friend.

Years later, when Geralt, now a witcher, encounters a bard named Jaskier, he recognizes him as the once-ailing noble but can’t quite recall where they first met.

[fatedroses]

Man meets Morbol

[wildflowercryptid]

doodles of cliff at 29 years old, thriving while living in mineral town & making new friends during his delivery trips to forgotten valley!

[amethystina]

Pole Dancing

Fandom/Pairing: X-Men: First Class - Cherik

Length: ~ 5 000 words

Rating/Warnings: T / None

Additional Tags: No Powers, Modern AU, Flirting, Pining, Meet-Cute

Summary: If anyone had told Charles a week ago that he would find himself taking pole dancing lessons, he would have called them mad.

It's not his choice, of course — it's Raven's, selected as punishment for a lost bet — but that doesn't change just how mortifying the whole ordeal is. Charles is under no illusions as to his own physical prowess — or lack thereof — and knows that there is no way for him to emerge from that class with his dignity intact. But no amount of protests or wheedling can make Raven change her mind.

What's worse, she insists on telling the very handsome stranger that Charles bumps into in the gym lobby about it, too. As if Charles isn't mortified enough.

But, to Charles's surprise, the man seems more amused than judgemental. Maybe even a little intrigued.

Charles can definitely work with that. GO HERE TO READ

[jasminesilk]

Tristan and Alastor are getting married!

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Fanfic idea: Nocturna, after disappearing during the crisis, wakes up to find herself in the current universe, where she spots the Red Hood, and can't help but compare him to the blood night sky she last saw, and oddly, the young Robin whom she had tried to adopt

[kiruamon]

Meeting the Moon

Simple math rule: The happier Y/N is, the more flowers appear.

[sourseat]

Last night I forgot someone’s name who I have met many times and had many conversations with and put myself in a position where it was clear I had forgotten their name and said ‘sorry I’ve forgotten your name right now’. That was horrifying

[raddestrose]

I WANNA READ ORV

BUT IVE GOT MY DUMB PRE QUARTERS

AGHHHHH

[franeridan]

I was thinking about how hug-y opla luffy is and I realised that if you strictly consider instances in which he meant to hug someone and not just hold them (so take out every single time he's picked up someone and either lugged them around or flung them across a battlefield) in the manga he hasn't actually hugged that many people at all, has he

[itwoodbeprefect]

god i just really really adore the absolute top tier tangled webs of confusion and drama and queercoding that stay with me (2023) weaves. i eat that shit up!!! what's better than the unhinged wonderful layers of the arc where only wu bi knows that his cousin mo yi's girlfriend ye wan is actually the girl who was su yu's almost-ex before she went abroad, and wu bi (who, as always, just wants su yu) is burning up with jealousy over ye wan showing up again and trying to get something started with su yu, and mo yi (the cousin) shows up to wu bi and su yu's shared home to tell wu bi he shouldn't choose this lifestyle (hm) of associating with poor people (su yu) while wu bi is telling su yu that HE shouldn't spend too much time with mo yi because mo yi is sort of insane in a dangerous snobby rich guy who'll have you killed kind of way (and wu bi is right about this one, at the very least). but then ye wan (the girlfriend) begins to use truly manipulative tactics to make su yu think that wu bi might be into her (why else would he be acting so jealous any time he sees su yu and ye wan together! why else would she know wu bi's cousin's (who, again, she is in actuality dating) name!), while wu bi of course still and forever only wants su yu and is crushing coca cola cans in his hand over it when he is not outright telling ye wan that su yu is his after accidentally getting su yu beat up by loyal yet totally confused straight bodyguards who assume that he hired them to spy on ye wan and su yu's date because he likes the girl, obviously, why else. and also very important to me is the deliciousness of mo yi (pretend you hear boooo any time you read that name) stalking around thinking he's cool and suave and can have anything he wants while su yu is trash, but meanwhile the two people who mo yi thinks are his (his girlfriend ye wan and his cousin-he-calls-brother wu bi) are very clearly just hanging out with him out of obligation while behind his back they BOTH actually want and are all over su yu. and su yu is just sort of there in the middle knowing almost none of this like. well yeah i did used to like this girl who is the prettiest & smartest & rich & every guy wants her & she only wants me. but i sort of think i'm a chinese censorship appropriate sort of gay now (for my best friend/roommate who is my stepbrother through technicality only and who is HER boyfriend's brother/cousin even though i don't know that). awkward.

[bludhavenbirder]

@batfambitches

The sound of the car shifting into park wakes Dick. He had slept for most of the car ride home, eyes closing as soon as he finished telling Alfred about how the meet had gone, the rest of the team still shrinking in the rear view mirror. They had gone to get pizza, but Dick was headed straight home. He had work to do.

He stretches, assessing the ache in his muscles, how fuzzy his mind is even with the nap. He'd give it a few minutes to see if his head clears, still wants to patrol but after all of the training— as Robin and as a gymnast— and the hours spent fighting through the streets of Gotham, he's not sure if he's got enough energy to be smart about it tonight.

Dick slings his bag over his shoulder and heads straight to the cave, passing up Alfred's invitation— it was an instruction, really— for dinner. He didn't feel hungry, focus already shifting to the case that was waiting downstairs.

"Hi, Bruce," Dick drops his bag at the bottom of the stairs, reaches out to stretch his arms as he approaches the man. Dick may be too tired to join him on patrol, but he'd at least want to be caught up. "Any updates?"