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Scaredy Cat

Note: The Reader is John Constantine’s daughter, hence the accent and why she is reffered as “the exorcist”.

Jaime wasn’t sure why he was attracted to you. Maybe it was because of your mysterious allure, the laid-back and chill attitude you always had no matter the situation, or maybe it was the British accent you inherited from your dad. Either way, Jaime knew he was crushing on you.

“You can not expect to have the exorcist as your mate if you do not say anything, Jaime Reyes,” Scarab scolded as Jaime flew over his hometown of El Paso, “You must be more assertive.”

Jaime only rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just wanna go home and forget today ever happened.”

The reason why Jaime was so desperate to forget about today was that he had completely embarrassed himself in front of you, more like, Bart had made him embarrass himself in front of you. Tonight, it was supposed to be a relaxing movie night with the rest of The Team, and being the teenagers you were, everyone had voted on watching a scary movie.

The movie was rather...disturbing in Jaime’s opinion but he was willing to endure it, especially since you seemed to enjoy it yourself. Bart, who noticed Jaime’s discomfort, thought it’d be hilarious to appear behind him and scare him, which he did do. Jaime had actually screamed and clung to you, the freshly-made popcorn bowl on his lap spilling all over you and stained your jeans in hot butter.

“Bloody hell, that’s hot!” You hissed in pain before looking at Jaime in irritation.

“Uh...sorry?” Jaime chuckled nervously.

You reacted by scowling at him and snatching your arm out of his grasp before standing up abruptly and storming off, Zatanna followed close behind you while looking back at Jaime apologetically. He had been so abashed he decided to just leave, a little irritated with Bart but mostly ashamed by the fact that you probably hated him now.

“We should have just destroyed the Impulse, he made you look like a fool in front of the exorcist’s eyes,” Scarab growled. Jaime sighed and shook his head, “No, Bart was just trying to have fun, I shouldn’t have reacted like that anyways.”

Then the raven-haired boy breathed heavily as he flew over a familiar block, however, he noticed a familiar figure walking down the sidewalk. Making him stop and pause to look, his heart started pounding against his chest once he noticed the head of familiar (h/c) hair.

You were walking down the street, your hands in your trenchcoat pockets, a lollipop in your mouth, and walking you typical careless yet confident stride as you walked down the empty, dark neighborhood.

“(Y/n)?” Jaime murmured to himself. The Scarab spoke up again, “My sensor indicates that it is the exorcist. Jaime Reyes, I advise you to talk to her and explain your blunder, then you can begin the mating process.”

“I agree,” Jaime nodded before shaking his head, “A-about the first two things! not the mating process. That’s not happening.”

“Suit yourself.” The Scarab replied as Jaime started to fly down next to you.

He hovered around, trying to figure out what to say while also keeping his distance. He tried to build up his courage but every time he opened his mouth to talk to you, his words died in his throat and he’d close it. Jaime kept urging himself to say something, after all, it was kinda creepy that he just followed you in the dead of night seemingly without explanation.

“You are stalling, Jaime Reyes.” The Scarab scoffed.

“No, I’m not.” Jaime thought back.

“Yes, you are.” The Scarab argued.

“No, I’m not!” Jaime retorted back aloud but then covered his mouth almost immediately.

You jumped a little at the sudden break of silence before turning around, your hand reached into your trenchcoat that probably concealed a mystical weapon of some sort. However, you pacified a little when your (e/c) eyes meet Jaime’s familiar brown ones. The two of you stared at each other as you crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow at Jaime.

“Were you following me?” You interrogated, furrowing your eyebrows.

“N-no! I swear I wasn’t!” Blue immediately answered before coughing awkwardly, “I, uh, well, you see I….uh, I- Um…”

After a few minutes of stammering, you raised an eyebrow again in concern as you unfolded your arms and let them fall to your side.

“Are you okay there, mate?” You asked as you titled your head quizzically, “You’re acting a bit...dodgy.”

“Uh, yeah! I-I’m fine, I was...uh, I was just wondering what you brought you here...in El Paso...I guess.” Jaime finally managed to say.

“You bumbling fool.” The Scarab groaned, making Jaime scowl slightly. You didn’t seem to notice his scowl but you still answered somewhat suspiciously, “I’m going ghost hunting, right now, that movie reminded me of a house that I wanted to explore but I couldn’t at the time. Why are you here?”

“Oh! I live here.” He answered. Your gaze seemed to soften a little once you knew he wasn’t stalking you or anything, “Really? I didn’t know that. Then again, I don’t read The Team files.”

Jaime chuckled, even if there was nothing funny in your statement, then silence began to fall between the two of you. His eyes unable to look straight into yours and he suddenly felt himself get all panicky and sweaty.

“Say something, Jaime Reyes.” The Scarab urged.

“I don’t know what to say!” Jaime responded in his head.

“Apologize for the popcorn incident.” The Scarab answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Jaime’s eyes then darted from his feet to you, seeing that you were sorta just looking at nothing in particular just like him. Gulping, as if swallowing his insecurities, Jaime breathed out a little before looking up at you.

“Hey, look,” He began, making you look back at him, “About the whole...uh, the whole popcorn thing, I-I’m really sorry about that and I promise, I didn’t mean to do it on purpose!”

Your brows widened in surprise before you started to scratch the back of your neck nervously, “Oh, right, that! Look, you’re fine, I know you’re not the kind of guy to do that on purpose. Plus, it’s my fault for getting snippy, I just didn’t know you were such a scaredy-cat.”

Jaime looked up at you, his heart dropping to his feet at your words, and it showed in his eyes as well.

Scaredy cat?

Did he really strike you as a scaredy-cat? “Uh, sorry! I didn’t mean to phrase it like that, mate!” You quickly apologized before running your hand through your (h/c) hair, “Geez, I meant...I guess, as a hero, we face scarier stuff than that and I just thought maybe, we were all kinda immune to scaring, I suppose…”

You saw your words did nothing but make him feel worse and you shook your head before turning around.

“Nevermind, I’m just making this worse for you, sorry.” You apologized as you started to walk deeper into the night.

Jaime watched as you walked before turning around himself, now more ashamed and embarrassed than before.

“Where are you going?” The Scarab asked. Jaime shrugged, “You heard her, she thinks I’m a miedoso, a scaredy-cat.”

“And you aren’t going to change that, Jaime Reyes?” The Scarab pried, making Jaime look over his shoulder back at you before looking back to the ground in front of him.

“How can I change that?” Jaime mumbled. The Scarab went silent for a bit before speaking up once more, “Well...the (Y/n) is going on a ghost hunt, is she not?”

“So?” Jaime frowned.

“She may need a guide, Jaime Reyes. Someone who knows the town very well.” The Scarab responded.

Jaime stopped in his tracks, processing the Scarab’s words before suddenly brightening up at its suggestion. He still had hope in his heart.

“Yeah, you’re right!” Jaime beamed as he turned around and started to run towards you.

You heard the sound of footsteps and turned around to see that the Blue Beetle was now running over towards you. You blinked dumbfoundedly before tilting your head questioningly at the cheerful look on his face.

Didn’t you just insult him not too long ago? “Can I help you, mate?” You finally asked as he stopped in front of you.

“Could I help you...um, go ghost hunting, I guess?” Jaime asked, now timidly fidgeting with his fingers. You furrowed your eyebrows at his suggestion, “Why?”

“Well, because…” He paused and started to find the right words, then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking at you with a still flustered but more confident look on his face, “I know El Paso like the back of my hand, I also know which house you’re talking about and you’re sorta going the wrong way. I could help, y’ know, take you there.”

You stared at him in bewilderment, making him a little anxious and antsy the longer you stared at him without saying anything, however, he involuntarily relaxed when you gave him a slight grin.

“The wrong way, huh?” You repeated in a light-hearted tone, “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have a guide. Thanks, Jaime.”

When you said his real name, he made a face that could only be compared to an incredibly happy puppy. It was a cute expression, one that made you blush slightly.

“O-Of course!” Jaime exclaimed happily but gasped softly when you linked your arms with his.

He stared at you with a bug-eyed expression, one that made your smile grow.

“What’s wrong? You’re lookin’ at me like I’ve got two heads or something.” You joked. Jaime blinked a little before sharing your smile, “Uh, right, sorry…”

Then you two started to walk off, arms linked with another as you two walked down the street, and Jaime’s heart pounding in his chest as he occasionally stared at you. The Scarab kept begging him to speak up, to start a conversation, but Jaime didn’t really want to. The silence between you wasn’t awkward, it was actually quite comfortable.

Soon enough, you two were walking through the forest and while Jaime might’ve adventured through these woods as a child, he rarely ventured into them at night. So perhaps he was a little wary or nervous but he didn’t want you to know that.

He wanted to prove to you that he wasn’t the scaredy-cat that you thought he was.

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writer-dreams · 5 years

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Love Potion (Part 3) (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Hellooo!!!! At last, Part 3 is here! Sorry it's so late, I had some technical issues so I'm glad it's fixed now. I'm not too proud of this part, but hopefully you all enjoy!

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / End

Update Tags: @celestialceci @marvelobsessedteen @imaginesforthepeople @danidomm @marvelrose @vogueworthy-barnes @glossysoph

House: You choose

Blood Status: You choose

Warnings: Possible swearing

Note: The reader in this story is female / uses female pronouns.

Word Count: 1,439 words

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3rd Person POV

Day 3:

After the Pansy incident, Draco offered to help Y/n study for the potions quiz, which she gratefully accepted. He walked her to the library, carrying all of her books even when she refused his assistance. However, Draco kept stubbornly arguing with her until she finally gave in. So here she was, walking alongside the platinum-blonde male. When they finally arrived at the library, Draco chose a table for the two to sit at. He placed the books down and pulled out a chair for Y/n like a gentleman. She rolled her eyes a bit at the gesture but thankfully took the seat anyway. Draco then walked to the other side of the table and seated himself. He opened one of her ridiculously large textbooks and flipped to a random page.

"Y/n? What would you get if you added Powdered Root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?" Draco quizzed.

Y/n racked her brain desperately for the answer. Unfortunately, she couldn’t think of it. She groaned in frustration, the answer was just on the tip of her tongue.

"Draught of Peace?" She guessed as she gave up.

"You would get a Draught of Living Death." Draco corrected. "What about this? Where would you look if I told you to find me a Bezoar?"

Again, Y/n struggled to come up with the answer. She faintly recalled Snape teaching them this but she still couldn’t place her finger on it. "The Forbidden Forest?" She guessed in defeat.

"A Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat." Draco explained. "It can save people from most deadly poisons."

Y/n sighed deeply. She lowered her head into her hands, feeling the stress overcome her. There was almost no doubt about it, she was going to fail this quiz. Draco gently lifted her head by her chin and pulled her into a loving hug. He didn’t say anything, he just held her in her arms, occasionally stroking her head in a soothing manner until she felt the stress fade away.

Why am I feeling like this around him? Draco had this odd calming effect on Y/n that she simply couldn’t understand. The feeling of his warm arms around her made her feel safe and serene. She didn’t know if she liked this feeling or not. Once her breathing had slowed down and Draco felt she was better, he released her.

"Don’t beat yourself up over this stuff, Love. Let’s try brewing potions, okay? It’ll be on the quiz and will help you remember the answers for the questions." Draco suggested. Y/n nodded in agreement, desperate to do anything that would help her pass this test. Draco then cleared the desk, lightly pushing her books to the edge of the table and placed a small cauldron on the wooden surface. He then lined a bunch of ingredients on the table ranging from a unicorn’s horn to moonstone powder. "Let’s begin with something simple, alright? Brew a Boils Cure for me."

Y/n nodded and began the process of making the potion. She mindlessly added various ingredients, still mulling over the fact that she couldn’t answer Draco’s simple questions. Caught up in her thoughts, she almost added an ingredient that would certainly cause her doom. Before she could drop it in the brew, she felt Draco’s hand grab hers and tug it away from the cauldron. Confused, she looked up at him to see slight panic in his eyes.

"Don’t put those in yet. You have to take the potion off the flame first before you add porcupine quills or else you’ll get boils. Remember Longbottom? The bloody idiot made that mistake and ended up with boils all over his skin." Draco reminded her.

Y/n was upset with herself for almost making such a simple mistake. This was something they learned in first year, how could she have forgotten so easily?! In her frustration, it sounded more like Draco was mocking her for the mistake rather than being worried for her.

"And why would you care?" She spat angrily.

Draco looked surprised and a bit hurt before understanding flashed in his eyes as he realized she was lashing at him out of anger. "I care because I don’t want your beautiful skin to be covered in those ugly boils." He pressed a soft kiss against her cheek.

Once again, Y/n could feel the odd calming effect Draco had on her. What was happening to her? What was this weird feeling? Why was Draco Malfoy of all people giving her this feeling? Surely, she couldn’t be falling for him. No, she would never let herself stoop down to such levels. The real Malfoy wouldn’t give a damn if she was stressed or not, in fact, he would probably laugh at her instead or tease her about it like the prat he is. He was only acting like he cared because of this stupid love potion. Y/n was convinced that she did not love Draco Malfoy and that these weird feelings would disappear once he returned to normal. She was seriously beginning to regret her life choices and accepting this ridiculous dare. This love potion was messing up her life and how she viewed Draco Malfoy. It tricked her into seeing a kinder, more caring side of Draco that would never exist if he was himself. She ignored the feeling and snapped back to reality as Draco removed his lips from her cheek.

"I love you and I would hate to see you in pain because of those boils." Draco said softly. Y/n smiled up at him and pecked him on the cheek.

"Thank you for caring, Draco."

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After their moment had passed, Draco continued to assist Y/n with her studying. After brewing a successful Boils Cure, Draco decided to try and help Y/n brew something a little more advanced; a Draught of Living Death. He stood behind her and held her hands, guiding her through the steps to brew the sleeping draught. He held her hands when cutting the Sopophorous bean and still held them when stirring the potion. Once the potion was completed, Draco dropped a small leaf into the liquid. It floated on the surface for a second before disintegrating completely.

"Perfect. Just like that, you and I have brewed a deadly concoction of a Draught of Living Death." Draco beamed with pride. Y/n smiled back at him, glad that she was finally able to brew such a difficult potion. Draco then cleaned up the cauldron and set it on the floor. He proceeded to return the books onto the table and once again flipped to a random page, quizzing her with questions.

Hours of studying later, Y/n finally felt as though she actually had a decent chance at this test. She was able to answer all of Draco’s questions correctly, not even faltering for a second. She could brew almost any potion he asked for and she could correctly name the ingredients and steps used.

"Name some ingredients used for Polyjuice Potion." Draco said.

"Lacewing flies, Leeches, Powdered Bicorn Horn, Knotgrass, Fluxweed, Shredded Boomslang Skin, and a bit of the person one wants to turn into." Y/n answered immediately.

Draco nodded in approval before asking her the final question. "What potion uses armadillo bile, scarab beetles and ginger root?"

"A wit-sharpening potion." Y/n answered. Draco closed the book with a smile directed at her.

"I think you’ll do just fine on this test."

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Morning of the 4th Day:

Y/n walked out of Potions with a large smile on her face. She spotted Draco out of the corner of her eye and rushed to him, tackling him in a tight hug. Out of her excitement, she pressed a kiss against his cheek. She didn’t notice the amount of people staring at her, all she could feel was extreme happiness. Once she had come back to her senses, she realized the situation and the awkward position that Draco and her were in. She slowly released Draco and removed her lips from his pale cheek, which had flushed a bright red color.

"What was that for?" Draco chuckled.

Y/n took out a paper from her bag, it was her test. On the front of it, Snape had written a giant ‘O’ for ‘Outstanding’. She had passed the test with flying colors!

"I just wanted to thank you for helping me. Without you, I probably would’ve gotten a ‘Troll’ or something." Y/n said nervously.

Draco smiled and leaned in close to her. He pressed a chaste kiss against her cheek and grinned when he noticed how red her face turned.

"Anything for you, princess."

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Thanks for reading Part 3 of Love Potion. We're at 4 out of 8 parts, we're halfway there! I'm not too proud of the way I wrote this part but hopefully all of you enjoyed it anyway. Once again, sorry for the long wait! If you have any requests, feel free to ask! Until next time.

-Jade

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