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𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍!

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authors note: 𝗂’𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗓 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍! 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗓 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 😞

warnings: 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝗓 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌!

You’ve been rehearsing small talk in your head the entire car ride. Alfie’s hand stays wrapped around yours, thumb brushing your palm every so often, like he can sense your nerves without you saying a word.

“They’re honestly going to love you,” he says for what must be the tenth time.

You glance at him, raising a brow. “You said that before we left the house… and before we got in the car… and halfway here.”

“Yeah,” he grins, eyes on the road, “because I know what you’re like. You’ll overthink everything, then realise five minutes in they’re just a bunch of idiots in hoodies. Maybe except Sabina and Liv”

“That’s not reassuring.”

He laughs, squeezing your hand again. “You’ll see.”

The pub is already buzzing when you arrive. The low hum of music mixes with the clinking of glasses and bursts of laughter that rise over the chatter. You scan the room instinctively, taking in the crowd until Alfie nods toward a corner table. It’s not just a group—it’s a pack. Coats draped over chairs, half-empty pints, someone gesturing wildly mid-story.

“Alright,” Alfie murmurs, leaning down slightly. “Breathe. Just be you. They’ve been dying to meet you.”

You give him a look that says “easy for you to say,” but follow him anyway.

“Oi! Look who finally decided to show up!”

The voice comes from Josh—Chip, as Alfie always calls him. He’s already half-standing, waving dramatically like he’s announcing royalty. “This is her?”

You nod awkwardly, offering a small wave. “Heyy…”

Chip’s grin widens. “Blimey, she’s real.”

Everyone at the table laughs, and before you can even sit down, Sabina—Chip’s girlfriend—stands to greet you with a warm hug. “Hi! Finally. I feel like I know you already.”

“Do I want to know what he’s been saying?” you ask, glancing at Alfie.

Sabina smirks. “Mostly good things. Mostly.”

Alfie rolls his eyes, pulling out the chair beside him for you. “Ignore them. They’ve been planning this like it’s some kind of initiation.”

Arthur (the first Arthur, as you later learn) leans over, shaking your hand. “Welcome to the madhouse. I’m Arthur, and that—” he gestures lazily to the other end of the table “—is the other Arthur. Arthur H.He insists on the H, like we’re going to mix him up with a loaf of bread. We sometimes call him finchy though.”

Arthur H lifts his glass in silent salute. “To be fair, it has happened.”

George is next to chime in, cheeky grin already plastered on his face. “So you do exist. We thought Alfie was just editing stock photos to keep us quiet.”

Cal, sitting with his back half-turned, adds without looking up from his phone, “I had money on that theory. Guess I owe George a fiver.”

You laugh despite yourself, tension loosening a fraction. “Sorry to ruin your bet.”

Isaac leans in then, a calmer presence amidst the chaos. “I’m Isaac, but you can call me bach, this is Liv,” he says, nodding to the girl at his side who gives you an easy smile. “Ignore half of what they say. It’s mostly noise.”

“Hey!” Chip protests.

“See?” Bach grins.

As the evening rolls on, you slowly find your place. The first pint helps. So does the fact that Sabina keeps giving you little reassuring smiles whenever the conversation gets too fast, and Liv quietly nudges you when someone makes a joke you’re not supposed to take seriously.

Chip tells a dramatic story about a disastrous road trip, complete with wildly inaccurate sound effects. Arthur H tries to get you to pick a side in a debate about which of them is worse at FIFA. George keeps teasing Alfie about how quiet he’s being—“Not used to sharing the spotlight, mate?”—and Cal occasionally drops a single sentence that sends the table into chaos before going quiet again like nothing happened.

At one point, you excuse yourself to get a drink and when you come back, you catch Alfie mid-sentence:

“She’s amazing, honestly. You lot are lucky she even agreed to come out with me.”

Your cheeks warm. He doesn’t notice you’ve returned until Chip points behind him. “Careful, mate, you’re getting soppy.”

Alfie turns, caught red-handed, and just shrugs. “Yeah, and?”

Later in the night, the group starts talking about an upcoming trip they’re planning.

“You’ve got to come,” Sabina says, eyes lighting up. “It’s chaotic, but fun. We’ll make sure Alfie doesn’t forget the snacks this time.”

“Or his shoes,” George adds.

Alfie groans. “It was one time.”

Arthur winks at you. “You’ll learn quickly: there’s always a story about Alfie.”

You grin, leaning back against your chair. “I’m starting to collect them already.”

By the time the table starts to empty and people peel off to catch cabs, you realise your cheeks ache from smiling. Sabina hugs you again. Liv squeezes your arm gently and says, “See? Not that scary.”

Chip yells across the pavement as you all step outside, “She passed! We like her! Keep her, Alfie!”

Alfie shakes his head, muttering something about “idiots,” but when his hand finds yours in the cool night air, it’s warm and certain.

“Told you,” he murmurs as you walk toward the car. “You fit right in.”

You glance at him, a small, quiet smile tugging at your lips. “I think I do.”

The night air is crisp as you all head back to George and Arthur’s flat (you also manage to meet chris there) after the pub. Everyone is joking, bumping shoulders, and Alfie keeps glancing at you like he can’t quite believe you’re here with him, laughing at all the chaos.

“Honestly,” he mutters under his breath as you slip your hand into his, “they’re a nightmare.”

You laugh softly. “You love them.”

He grins, leaning close so only you can hear. “Yeah… but I love you more. You just survived meeting all of them without running away. That deserves something.”

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? And what’s that supposed to be?”

He hesitates, cheeks warming slightly. “A kiss, maybe… in private?”

Before you can respond, Chip pops his head out the door. “Oi! Lovebirds! Don’t disappear before we get a group photo!”

“Alfie!” Sabina chimes in, grinning, “You said private!”

Alfie groans, dragging you gently into the hallway just out of frame. You both laugh, the sound blending with the echo of the friends teasing in the background.

Finally, the hallway is quiet. Alfie tips his head toward you, his hands brushing your waist. “You make my world less… chaotic, in the best way. I didn’t think anyone could handle all of this—and yet here you are.”

Your heart swells. “Guess I just like chaos.”

He laughs softly, forehead leaning against yours. “Yeah… but your kind of chaos is my favourite.”

And when he kisses you, it’s gentle, a little messy, and full of the quiet warmth of knowing that no matter the friends, the pub, or the jokes, this—you two—is exactly where you’re meant to be.

As you pull back, still smiling, you hear the faint shouts of your new friends behind the door:

“Oi! You’re never gonna hear the end of this, Alfie!”

Alfie can just tell that it was chip shouting that and just squeezes your hand, grinning. “Good. Let them talk. I’ve got the best part right here.”

And somehow, amidst all the chaos and laughter, it feels like the calmest, sweetest moment in the world.

Baten Kaitos / Chibi Savina

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