Advent Drabble for khateh!
Title - The Last French Stick
Author - softly_sweetly
Rating - PG13
Word Count - ~630
Characters/Pairings - Charlie/Scorpius
Warnings/Kinks - Fluff, Suggestion, Pre-Slash
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Scorpius had a lot of regular customers, but one caught his eye time and time again.
Author's Notes - Counts to prompt #43 Now from my 100quills Next Generation Table
Advent Drabble for khateh!
Scorpius had never intended to buck family tradition, never intended to be anything other than something influential in the Ministry. Then he'd taken a part time job to amuse himself over a summer, helping out in a little bakery on Diagon Alley. And slowly his plans to work for the Ministry had dissolved, and Scorpius had found himself learning about baking, learning the best way to knead different types of dough to get the perfect loaf. It wasn't the greatest career in the world, but Scorpius had enjoyed it, and when he'd been offered a fulltime position, it had seemed ridiculous to turn it down.
His parents had come around eventually, and with a bit of work he'd turned the bakery into a must on every witch and wizards shopping trips. When the owner had retired, Scorpius had bought him out of the shop, and set about building his own little empire.
He liked the life it gave him; the routine of the same people coming in every day, chatting to him about their lives as though he were a trusted friend. He loved the freedom to create speciality breads, stocking what he wanted when he wanted. And he liked the feeling of an honest day's work, even if he'd never admit that to anyone.
Scorpius had a lot of regular customers, but one caught his eye time and time again. The same long French stick every day, the same bright red hair, the same dragonhide uniform. The only thing that changes was the number of burns and scars that decorated pale skin. Scorpius suspected it was unprofessional to have a crush on a customer, but that didn't stop his eyes following Charlie Weasley ever time he entered the shop.
But today Charlie hadn't shown up. At four, Scorpius had snagged the last French stick from the basket, hiding it behind the counter in case Charlie came in late, but as five o'clock got nearer, Scorpius had to admit that Charlie probably wasn't coming. Never mind, at least he could have the French stick with some soup. Though that seemed a poor consolation prize.
Just as he drew his wand to lock the front door it opened, making the bell jingle as Charlie walked in.
"You're not closed, are you?"
"No, of course not. The usual?" Scorpius reached under the counter, hand already closing around the bread stick.
"Erm, no. I came so late because I wanted to catch you at closing time. Do you fancy going for a drink with me? Now?"
Scorpius froze, half-crouched with one hand under the counter, and stared at Charlie. He hadn't been expecting that, and wasn't entirely sure what to say. Scorpius didn't get asked out often; he was almost always the aggressor, people too put off by his looks or his surname to approach him first.
"Scorpius?"
"Yes? Oh! Oh... yes." Charlie looked confused, so Scorpius clarified. "I'd love to. Just let me cash up and get the flour out of my hair, and we could go to the Leaky?"
Charlie nodded, sliding onto one of the stools Scorpius had by the counter and beaming. "I was a bit worried you might say no. Or think I was just some mental bloke who came into your store every day and gawped at you."
"I always assumed you came for the bread."
"That's good too."
Scorpius grinned, quickly cashing up the till and tossing his apron into the back room. Brushing his hands through his hair to catch any last bits of flour, he Summoned his cloak and met Charlie's eyes. "Shall we?"
Following Charlie out of the shop, Scorpius couldn't stop himself admiring Charlie's arse. If he played his cards right, dough wouldn't be the only thing he'd knead today.
Author - softly_sweetly
Rating - PG13
Word Count - ~630
Characters/Pairings - Charlie/Scorpius
Warnings/Kinks - Fluff, Suggestion, Pre-Slash
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Scorpius had a lot of regular customers, but one caught his eye time and time again.
Author's Notes - Counts to prompt #43 Now from my 100quills Next Generation Table
Advent Drabble for khateh!
Scorpius had never intended to buck family tradition, never intended to be anything other than something influential in the Ministry. Then he'd taken a part time job to amuse himself over a summer, helping out in a little bakery on Diagon Alley. And slowly his plans to work for the Ministry had dissolved, and Scorpius had found himself learning about baking, learning the best way to knead different types of dough to get the perfect loaf. It wasn't the greatest career in the world, but Scorpius had enjoyed it, and when he'd been offered a fulltime position, it had seemed ridiculous to turn it down.
His parents had come around eventually, and with a bit of work he'd turned the bakery into a must on every witch and wizards shopping trips. When the owner had retired, Scorpius had bought him out of the shop, and set about building his own little empire.
He liked the life it gave him; the routine of the same people coming in every day, chatting to him about their lives as though he were a trusted friend. He loved the freedom to create speciality breads, stocking what he wanted when he wanted. And he liked the feeling of an honest day's work, even if he'd never admit that to anyone.
Scorpius had a lot of regular customers, but one caught his eye time and time again. The same long French stick every day, the same bright red hair, the same dragonhide uniform. The only thing that changes was the number of burns and scars that decorated pale skin. Scorpius suspected it was unprofessional to have a crush on a customer, but that didn't stop his eyes following Charlie Weasley ever time he entered the shop.
But today Charlie hadn't shown up. At four, Scorpius had snagged the last French stick from the basket, hiding it behind the counter in case Charlie came in late, but as five o'clock got nearer, Scorpius had to admit that Charlie probably wasn't coming. Never mind, at least he could have the French stick with some soup. Though that seemed a poor consolation prize.
Just as he drew his wand to lock the front door it opened, making the bell jingle as Charlie walked in.
"You're not closed, are you?"
"No, of course not. The usual?" Scorpius reached under the counter, hand already closing around the bread stick.
"Erm, no. I came so late because I wanted to catch you at closing time. Do you fancy going for a drink with me? Now?"
Scorpius froze, half-crouched with one hand under the counter, and stared at Charlie. He hadn't been expecting that, and wasn't entirely sure what to say. Scorpius didn't get asked out often; he was almost always the aggressor, people too put off by his looks or his surname to approach him first.
"Scorpius?"
"Yes? Oh! Oh... yes." Charlie looked confused, so Scorpius clarified. "I'd love to. Just let me cash up and get the flour out of my hair, and we could go to the Leaky?"
Charlie nodded, sliding onto one of the stools Scorpius had by the counter and beaming. "I was a bit worried you might say no. Or think I was just some mental bloke who came into your store every day and gawped at you."
"I always assumed you came for the bread."
"That's good too."
Scorpius grinned, quickly cashing up the till and tossing his apron into the back room. Brushing his hands through his hair to catch any last bits of flour, he Summoned his cloak and met Charlie's eyes. "Shall we?"
Following Charlie out of the shop, Scorpius couldn't stop himself admiring Charlie's arse. If he played his cards right, dough wouldn't be the only thing he'd knead today.