A/N- Starting today, every Sunday I will be writing and posting a drabble of some sort, and a poem on Wednesday. Despite it being unedited and feeling unfinished, I loved this and decided to post it here and on DA. Or at least the idea. Because I don't think Jacob x Queenie get enough love as far as fic go- particularly M rated one(get to work, Jacob x Queenie loving smut writers XD!). Anyways, here is a little thing I imagine being set right before the second movie. Enjoy!
Queenie sunk to the floor with her back pressed against the heavy wooden door. The sign had clearly read closed. But she knew enough to know she would be welcome.
Her head pounded. All the voices- every one of them cruel, loud and angry. On top of their yelled words, it was almost too much. Too much noise, too many voices and thoughts all jumbled together around her. Instinct told her to run. But hiding would only make it worse. It was by some small grace of Grindelwald that the meeting ended. Or, as she suspected, moved somewhere else.
As soon as he was gone, Queenie went as fast as she could to Kowalski's Quality Baked Goods.
"Hello? I'm sorry- Oh." Jacob stopped and smiled when he saw her. All of his thoughts turned even warmed, and sweeter after that. Queenie was so out of it, and the softer sound of his voice- both spoken and inside- soothed her. Without thinking much about it, she leaned her head back on the door to simply listen and drown in it and his presence. Jacob seemed to allow this in stride, allowing her the moment while he cleaned the counter and emptied the register.
He thought of the sun in his window this morning, the generous tip he got. A little girl asking for a Niffler roll, and a joke one of his employees and friends said that afternoon. He also began to plan on what he needed to buy for supplies, what pastries he could make or add to the menu. What people would like the best, or make them the happiest. Every thought or idea was purely to make others happy. It made her forget the harsh, conniving intentions of others.
The pounding eased, and she enjoyed his presence until stepped closer to her. Kneeling, he opened his hand to her. Smiling, she put her hand his, and he helped her up. Without thinking, they sat behind the counter next to one another.
"Rough day?" He said. Taking her hand gently as they watched the sunset over New York. "You looked like you seen a ghost."
Resting her head on his shoulder, she answers him truthfully. "I'm better now that I'm here."
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