WISHLISTS: Something To Come Back To (Blaise/Dudley)
Author: articcat621
Recipient: orlando_switch
Title: Something To Come Back To
Pairing: Dudley Dursley/Blaise Zabini
Request/Prompt Used: Blaise might need someone to ground him; and Dudley someone to show him more of the world.
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 314
Summary: Blaise loves this little bar in downtown London.
Notes: Thanks to gaeilgerua for the inspo for the little drabble. I hope my giftee enjoys. xo
Read on A03.
“What’ll you have tonight?” the bartender asked as Blaise sat down in front of him.
“The usual,” Blaise replied. He came to the Muggle bar in downtown London frequently enough that the bartender knew his order.
“Coming right up,” he said with a grin. He disappeared for a moment before returning with a mixed drink, complete with an umbrella.
On Blaise's first night at the bar, he had teased the bartender about there not being an umbrella in his drink. Ever since that night, an umbrella had appeared.
“So, where did you just blow in from this time?” he asked.
“Egypt,” Blaise murmured. “Got to see the pyramids.”
“Well, don’t keep me waiting, tell me all about them,” he said, leaning forward with a wistful look in his eyes.
Blaise began to regale him with his stories. This was familiar. Every trip, Blaise would come here, drink to his heart’s content, and share his tales of adventure with the bartender.
“I’m jealous,” the bartender admitted after a moment. “There’s such a big world out there, and I’m just… here.”
“Travelling is nice, but it’s good to have something, or someone, to ground you.”
“Do you have something? Or someone?”
Blaise leant forward, boldly putting his hand over the bartenders. “I like to think our little meetings are pretty special.” He paused. “Something to come back to.” Butterflies swirled in his stomach. He thought the bartender was cute and had wanted to make a move, but he always chickened out. Tonight, it seemed his drink had loosened his tongue just right.
“I don’t even know your name.”
“Blaise.”
“Dudley.”
“Well, Dudley, I might just have to take you on my next adventure.”
“We should probably start with dinner first.”
Blaise laughed. “Right you are… So, what time do you get off?”
“Tomorrow, I’m done at 5,” Dudley replied eagerly.
“It’s a date,” Blaise said, grinning.
Recipient: orlando_switch
Title: Something To Come Back To
Pairing: Dudley Dursley/Blaise Zabini
Request/Prompt Used: Blaise might need someone to ground him; and Dudley someone to show him more of the world.
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 314
Summary: Blaise loves this little bar in downtown London.
Notes: Thanks to gaeilgerua for the inspo for the little drabble. I hope my giftee enjoys. xo
Read on A03.
“What’ll you have tonight?” the bartender asked as Blaise sat down in front of him.
“The usual,” Blaise replied. He came to the Muggle bar in downtown London frequently enough that the bartender knew his order.
“Coming right up,” he said with a grin. He disappeared for a moment before returning with a mixed drink, complete with an umbrella.
On Blaise's first night at the bar, he had teased the bartender about there not being an umbrella in his drink. Ever since that night, an umbrella had appeared.
“So, where did you just blow in from this time?” he asked.
“Egypt,” Blaise murmured. “Got to see the pyramids.”
“Well, don’t keep me waiting, tell me all about them,” he said, leaning forward with a wistful look in his eyes.
Blaise began to regale him with his stories. This was familiar. Every trip, Blaise would come here, drink to his heart’s content, and share his tales of adventure with the bartender.
“I’m jealous,” the bartender admitted after a moment. “There’s such a big world out there, and I’m just… here.”
“Travelling is nice, but it’s good to have something, or someone, to ground you.”
“Do you have something? Or someone?”
Blaise leant forward, boldly putting his hand over the bartenders. “I like to think our little meetings are pretty special.” He paused. “Something to come back to.” Butterflies swirled in his stomach. He thought the bartender was cute and had wanted to make a move, but he always chickened out. Tonight, it seemed his drink had loosened his tongue just right.
“I don’t even know your name.”
“Blaise.”
“Dudley.”
“Well, Dudley, I might just have to take you on my next adventure.”
“We should probably start with dinner first.”
Blaise laughed. “Right you are… So, what time do you get off?”
“Tomorrow, I’m done at 5,” Dudley replied eagerly.
“It’s a date,” Blaise said, grinning.