#aureliians

Send ☺ for my muse to do a body shot off yours.

noah thinks he doesn’t like body shots. they’re a little ridiculous in theory.but when he looks at stephen, he realizes that he might love body shots.

he’s not sure how much he’s had to drink, but it must be a lot considering he agreed to this. that’s how it was last time, too — a wide grin splitting his face, his head light and whirling with wispy thoughts. laughs bubbled up through his lips at the suggestion of it, and nothing had felt quite this good in ages, so he said yes. of course, it was tracey doing a body shot off of him the last time, and stephen could hardly stand a conversation with him then, and this night is definitely, definitely a thousand times better than that one for at least a thousand-and-one reasons.

stephen’s laying on the table and noah presses the shot into his hand and slips the lime wedge in his mouth before glancing down with a grin. “ this night keeps getting better and better. ” his breath is warm on stephen’s neck when he licks a long stripe. he sprinkles the salt carelessly. most of it missed and —

“ missed a spot. ” he leans back down, one hand on the side of stephen’s face as he presses messy kisses to the other side of his jaw. he doesn’t bother adding more salt before he licks what’s there off.

he tips back the shot quickly, and pulls the lime from stephen’s mouth. he winces slightly at the burn of the alcohol in his throat but he doesn’t hesitate in offering him a sloppy smile.

he can still taste the salt and lime on his mouth as he leans in to kiss stephen again.

“ is it your turn now ? ”

Send ☠ for our muses to do shots together. 

“Oi! Enough of this firewhiskey nonsense. I need tequila,” Parvati slammed her fist forcefully on the surface of the drinks table, knocking over a few cups but hardly noticing in her current state. After scanning the surrounding area, she finally noticed what appeared to be a nearly-empty tequila bottle and grabbed it greedily. 

“Hey, care to join?” She caught the attention of the person standing nearest to her, which at that moment happened to be Stephen. “It’s only right that I do a shot with one of my wonderful hosts.” Parvati smiled, grabbing two plastic cups and divvying up the remaining tequila evenly between them. She handed Stephen one, and didn’t wait for a toast or a cheers before tossing the other right back down her throat.

“Mmm, disgusting. My favorite,” she grimaced.

Hannah had originally planned on staying delightfully tipsy for the whole party, but somehow she’d gotten to this point. It was the games, and the good company, and the way she kept getting thirsty. She didn’t mind, not right now, that she was absolutely hammered.

She was hardly the only one. 

With a bottle of — well, she wasn’t sure what it was, she was making her way through the room, in search for the perfect body. Eyes fell on Stephen, then, and she grinned. “Oi, cap!,” she yelled, moving over and looking him up and down. “Lie down. I wanna do a body shot. You can take one from me once I’m done.” 

And soon enough, Stephen Cornfoot lied on his back. Hannah pulled his shirt up, poured some liquor beneath his navel and moved quickly, licking most of it up and whooping. “Heck yeah!” A laugh burst past her lips then and she staggered, falling on a sofa ( half-deliberately ) and pulling up her shirt. “Wanna have a go?”

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

[ michael → stephen ] and i’m so fucking sick of them walking around like the OWN us[ michael → stephen ] no one owns shite[ michael → stephen ] we need to DO something, tonight

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[ michael → stephen ] how did you know? about noah[ michael → stephen ] was it like a feeling, or something[ michael → stephen ] that you knew you wanted to be with him? i dont know 

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ seamus → stephen ] : hyeh wheere ijwan u f gtr freiwhwsyk

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

☣ for a spy au

This is it, Perks. Cornfoot. Your first real assignment. You’ve made it.

Sally-Anne can hardly breathe when Kingsley slides the manila folder across the desk to where she and Stephen are seated, and she hopes the feeling of ecstasy running through her isn’t coming through too obviously to her boss. After months of training, years of grueling work to gain entrance to the program in the first place, this is finally it. She’s being given an assignment, no more sitting behind a desk while the other agents take on challenging and elusive targets in faraway places. For the first time, she’s getting a chance to be in the thick of it all. To prove herself. 

And there’s no one she’d rather do it with than Stephen. The two entered the same training class at the same time and have been inseparable ever since, motivating and pushing each other constantly to make it to where they are today. He’s become her best friend over the span of the past few months, and she’s confident that they’ll be able to pull off this assignment together. Sally-Anne looks over at him now, glad to see his eyes gleaming with the same excitement as hers. 

She tries to give off as calm a manner as possible as she opens the folder and slides out the documents and photographs inside. The top page is a glossy black-and-white shot of a rather tall middle-aged man with dark hair and a hard face, a gristly beard specked with grey and eyes that look stony and emotionless. Stephen looks confused as he scans the photo, but Sally-Anne recognizes him immediately. 

“You want us to take out Albert Runcorn?” She gasps. 

Michael is seeing green. He’ll never admit it, not even to himself, but watching Seamus’ lips move on Ernie’s skin -- even if it means nothing, or less than nothing -- sent him spiralling into equal parts boiling rage and unbearable nausea. Jealousy, really, is the word he’s looking for, but it leaves too bitter a taste in his mouth and ascribing it to Seamus of all people would mean the worst: that Michael actually, well and truly has feelings for him on some level beyond the physical. It’s unthinkable -- so it’s a good thing Michael is almost too fucked to think -- and the only place his mind goes is retaliation.

He resolves to wrangle the first boy he sees into this desperate plan for attention. This happens to be Stephen, who’s conveniently situated himself between Michael and the motley assortment of alcohol backed up against the wall. Michael makes his move, ostensibly a bee-line for their makeshift bar, but curls his arm around Stephen’s as he passes.

“Cornfoot. You’ll do.” He tries not to look at Stephen like he’s about to be punched again, but it’s hard not to think of Stephen’s fists flying or the tense detention that followed. Michael is nothing if not determined, though, and doesn’t wait for Stephen’s answer before steering him towards the booze. 

“Listen, I know you’re still supposed to hate me, or whatever, but given that everyone else is leaving their shit at the door I propose we do the same.” He fixes Stephen with a lopsided grin. “And I’m thinking what better way than body shots, right? Here, you can go first.” Again he doesn’t wait for what must be Stephen’s refusal, or at the very least reluctance, but to his surprise receives a Sure, what the Hell instead. Michael claps him on the shoulder and fetches the necessary paraphernalia. He glances over his shoulder to see if Seamus is within their line of sight -- just out of curiosity. 

The salt goes on Stephen’s extended forearm, the lime between his lips as per tradition, and the tequila in a shot glass on his stomach -- because, you know, they’re not fucking animals. Michael never had much of a taste for tequila, and that doesn’t change now. He stomachs it, sure, licking the salt from Stephen’s skin and swallowing with a grimace, but he sure as hell doesn’t enjoy it. He gingerly takes the lime and, finally, when he’s done, faces Stephen with a smug expression.

When the Hufflepuff and fellow DA member looks at her expectantly waiting for her to answer, Parvati’s suddenly unsure what on Earth possessed her to choose truth. It’s a loaded question he asks and it’s not one Parvati’s sure she knows how to answer entirely.

“Um, yeah, I guess?” Parvati shrugs, “Isn’t everyone jealous of their sibling every now and then?” she muses before laughing lightly, “I mean it’s pretty easy to be jealous of Padma-- she’s smart, she’s independent, and has this charm about her that’s just so damn captivating. If anything I guess I alternate between jealousy and flat out admiring my sister,” she laughs, “I mean I would say I’m jealous of how insanely beautiful she is, but in that regard, I’ll just thank my lucky stars we happen to share the same face.”