Absolutely no worries hunnie! I only ended up doing the coffee shop meeting but please let me know if you want more Male!Reader x Albus fics because this was super fun to write! – A x
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Accidental Time Spent – Male!Reader x Albus Dumbledore
Rating: General Audiences
Pairing: Male!Reader x Albus Dumbledore
Warnings: None
Abbreviations: None
Requester: See Above
Request: See Above. Because you said coffee shop I kind of made it a modern au too. Whoops?
Collecting your takeaway cup, you breathed in the smell of fresh coffee and looked around the café for an open seat. With it being an early morning rush hour, you found the place to be rather crowded, though a booth near the back, by a large window was free. You beelined towards it and reached it just as another man did.
Soft looking, light brown hair and kind blue eyes had you smiling a little embarrassedly and saying,
“Wanna share?”
His resulting smile was small and he nodded as you sat on opposite sides of the booth.
You pulled out your laptop and began working.
Every so often, your eyes would dart up to look at the man opposite you. He wore a silver-grey waistcoat over a white button up shirt with a tie in the same colour as the waistcoat.
“If you don’t mind my asking,” You said, after a few looks up to observe him as he looked out the window at those passing by. “Who are you?”
“My name is Albus.” He offered you a hand and you reached across the table to shake it, his hold warm and firm.
You gave your name in turn and the tension between the both of you seemed to dissapate as you relaxed in your seat and saw his shoulders fall a little slacker.
“And what is it that you do, Albus?” You asked him, quite honestly a lot more fascinated by him than you would ever be with the dissertation on your screen.
“I’m a professor.” He answered. “At a very important school.”
“An Oxford teacher then?” You asked. He shook his head, the smile he was looking just a little smug. “Cambridge then? Or Eton, maybe? Somewhere posh, anyway.” You finally settled on when he continued to deny your guesses.
“How do you figure that?” He inquired, leaning forward like he genuinely didn’t know.
“Well no one teaching at run of the mill secondary schools puts that much effort into an outfit.” You nodded to his clothing choice that day.
“No,” He allowed, satisfied with your answer. “I suppose they don’t.”
A few moments of comfortable silence as you typed out a few more words in the essay you would edit and chop to death later on anyway.
“And what do you do?” He started up conversation again, clearly seeing that you were frustrated with your work.
“At the moment I’m contemplating dropping out of university.” You told him, giving up and closing your laptop lid in a huff. “Why is it so difficult?” You sighed. He chuckled a little, amused by your behaviour.
“It’s worth it when you graduate.” He assured you.
“Easy for you to say.” You scoffed good naturedly and took a sip of your steadily cooling coffee. “You’ve already done it all, Professor.” Your voice took on a teasing tone at the title. “What is it that you’re professor of, anyway?” You pressed.
“Nothing that would interest you, I’m sure.” He insisted, shying away from the query. You leant forward on the table, elbows either side of the laptop, now more intrigued as to the answer.
“Couldn’t possibly be boring.” You spoke as if you were sure of it.
“It’s a… form of self-defence.” He half-explained.
“Like boxing?” You prodded.
“Not really.” He smiled, clearly appreciating your effort but being particularly cagey about this subject.
“Fine, don’t tell me.” You gave up for now. “But if I guess the uni, I’m sneaking into a lecture. I’m intrigued.” He grinned in response.
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