Come Fly With Me

Heading Close to the Bottom|| Benny & Martin

captainbrotherbenny:

my-broom-now:

"It’s like, stretching and stuff," Martin didn’t know how to really explain it. He looked at Benny and shrugged, his hands moving towards his face again before he caught himself and moved them back down. "I don’t know, my sister does it. She says it’s very… zen. Whatever that means."

"Oh?" Benny would have to look more into that later. He could use a little zen in his life at the moment. "Sounds intrestin’ enough. I might have to give it a go." Benny spoke, giving a nod. "Maybe if you want we, could try it together. I mean if you actually want to be around me after this."

Martin actually had to think about it. Benny had been his roommate for years with no incident, but this one time - was he really willing to possibly let it happen again? They’d have to share a room either way. “You won’t do it again, will you?” he questioned. Martin’s voice had a distinct nasal quality that came with the swelling of his nose. “I know you were just taking out your stress on me, but I’d rather you didn’t make a habit of it.”

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Shouldna Put A Ring On It | Martin & Gwaine

gwainethebabe:

my-broom-now:

An enthusiastic nod was the response. Martin’s spine straightened with pride at the knowledge that Gwaine now knew. It didn’t make him very much taller, but his position on the team made Martin swell with importance. ‘Do you play?’ Martin mouthed, miming zooming around on a broom.

Gwaine smiled at the boy’s instant perkiness. And being surprisingly good at lip reading, he got his meaning straight away. “Aye, I do. That’s why I knew you played. Recognised you.” He grinned. “I’m a Gryffindor Chaser.”

Martin’s eyebrows flew up in recognition. He’d only played Gryffindor twice while being captain, but Martin had prided himself on knowing all the members of all the school teams. He was used to seeing the other on a broom, whizzing through the air. That probably explained how he hadn’t recognized him right away.

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As Bad As It Looks | Open to 5th Years

gwenthefairmaiden:

my-broom-now:

Martin practiced the motion again and then on the last go he released the frisbee. Immediately he knew that he’d done it wrong, as the disc flew wide and far to the left of Gwen. Martin cringed, “Sorry!” he called, “I’m uh, I’m used to a ball.” Balls threw straight, they didn’t curve sideways when you threw them. Well, magical balls did, but you didn’t throw those.

She had been ready, but when she saw the frisbee fly out of her reach she let it go. “It’s fine, there’s a learning curve as well.” She laughed and went to retrieve the frisbee. It was about the movement in your body too. “Try turning to your side as well.” She tried to demonstrate as she threw it back to him.

Gwen was quite clearly a lot better at this, and Martin watched the disk spin and float gracefully towards him. As it approached Martin wondered how one was meant to catch such a thing, and tried simply to snatch it out of the air. His reflexes were alright, but the plastic still bounced out of his hand and up. Martin fumbled a bit, trying to secure the thing in his grip, and finally grabbed it firmly. “Right, okay, let’s try this.” He held the frisbee as Gwen had shown him and did another practice motion before actually throwing it. The frisbee veered to the right still, but not nearly as much.

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Well This is Awkward | Martin and Meg

purebloodandsoul:

my-broom-now:

Meg was awfully interested in Jim, and had Martin been in his right mind he might have noticed it. He probably would have been suspicious of how often Meg tried to turn the conversation to his boyfriend. As it was, Martin wasn’t running on full cylinders and was more than happy to talk about Jim.  “Embarrassing stories?” Martin asked with a little laugh, “I don’t know if we have many of those. Um, he sprained his ankle once when he was visiting over Christmas. I had to carry him all the way back to my house.”

"How did he do that?" Meg asked, her eyes squinting in confusion. It sounded more serious than funny, but he didn’t give any more details than that so once he did she was hoping it would be. Though the thought of Martin carrying Jim was kind of funny. "I mean Jim also seems so…posed. I would expect you to sprain your ankle, before he would, no offense."

He sputtered a bit, “I-I-I’ll have you know that I’m very poised! I have e-excellent balance, and coordination, and- and- stuff.” Honestly not able to go on with that train of thought, Martin cleared his throat and returned to the conversation at hand. “Um, Jim was jumping off a swing set by my house and landed wrong. He couldn’t walk and I carried him back to my house and had my mom fix him up.”

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W = ∆(Ek + Ep) || Tony & Martin

yoitstonystark:

my-broom-now:

The younger boy looked up with surprise and shook his head, “What? No, no, nothing like that. I just saw all the buttons on the remote and -” Martin knew that Tony had said what the little bot could do, but he’d been too distracted by his curiosity to remember exactly. “I know it can move around, and tell the time, and the temperature you said?”

"Yes, yes and yes. All very boring things now that I think about it." He chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "It can speak and stuff, lie copy what you say…oh, the remote has a tracking system though you have to just call to it if it’s on and you don’t know where it is." He crossed his arms, trying to remember anything else, "I put music on it, though it’s my music so you probably wont like it." 

"Muggle music?" Martin didn’t know any muggle bands. Or a lot of wizard bands either. He didn’t really follow music all that much, considered himself too busy for it with quidditch and school work. "I wouldn’t really know either way. Um, how do you get it to talk? That seems kind of cool."

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Shouldna Put A Ring On It | Martin & Gwaine

gwainethebabe:

my-broom-now:

The mention of quidditch made Martin straighten with pride and he nodded. He didn’t know how to mime being the captain of the team, otherwise the Gryffindor would have been informed immediately. In Martin’s mind that was definitely his greatest accomplishment. However words like ‘captain’ and ‘seeker’ weren’t the easiest to convey without speaking.

Gwaine chuckled at the sudden perkiness of the boy. Looked like this subject would be a good distraction. He looked over the Hufflepuff, taking in his small build. “You must be the Seeker, right?”

An enthusiastic nod was the response. Martin’s spine straightened with pride at the knowledge that Gwaine now knew. It didn’t make him very much taller, but his position on the team made Martin swell with importance. ‘Do you play?’ Martin mouthed, miming zooming around on a broom.

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Anonymous: Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

I mean, I certainly hope so

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thatswhatwizardsdo:

my-broom-now:

Jim,

I wouldn’t want to make you jealous, and you know you’re the only one for me. But if you want to tell me what those ideas are I’d be more than happy to show you how possessive I can be.

Love,

Martin

PS: I’m sorry if that sounded sexier in my head.

Martin,

Well perhaps we can meet up before then and I can tell you and you could show me, because i’d honestly love to see.

Love, 

Jim

Ps. It was just as sexy as in your head, don’t worry.

Jim,

I’d prefer that, actually. Please do.

Love,

Martin

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You’ve Out Wibbled Yourself || Martin & Jim

thatswhatwizardsdo:

my-broom-now:

"Oh no," Luckily for the both of them Martin’s mother felt the almost compulsive need to be accommodating, "it’s no trouble! Please, make yourself at home." Her blue eyes flicked from their joint hands to the flush on her son’s face, and Martin was fairly sure she had a good idea what was going on. She had always been much more perceptive then she let on.

"Thanks, mum," he mumbled, "it was sort of - a spur of the moment thing, me inviting him over. I invited him to stay for the break, is that okay?" The major family holiday part of it all was over anyway, and considering how well Jim’s last stay had gone there was no issue that Martin could see.

"Yes, of course," Mrs. Crieff nodded and gestured to the table, "why don’t you boys sit down, breakfast is almost ready."

Jim returned the expression as honestly as possible, trying to ignore as her eyes flicked around them. He didn’t feel she was a complete idiot, and that hadn’t exactly made any of this sort of a secret. 

"Thank you, Mrs. Crieff," he said with a brief nod. She was taking it rather well considering all he’d done to Martin, and who knew what he’d told him.

"Oh, right," he said with a nervous laugh. Sending Martin a brief smile he tugged them toward the table she’d gestured to and sat themselves down. "Anything I can do to help?" He questioned.

Martin sat down beside Jim at the table, feeling a bit awkward about his mother’s reaction. She’d said yes, as he knew she would, but no doubt there would have to be a long conversation about this later. A long, awkward conversation.

"No no no," Wendy waved the boys off, "I’m almost done. Would you like sausages, Jim?" A bowl of warm scrambled eggs floated onto the table, the ladle turning itself towards Martin who began filling his plate with a quiet "Thanks, Mum."

Already on the table was a bottle of apple juice, which Martin readily poured himself a glass from. He gestured to Jim’s glass in a silent inquiry if the other boy would like some as well. “Is there any toast, Mum?”

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Well This is Awkward | Martin and Meg

purebloodandsoul:

my-broom-now:

He nodded back, trying to come to terms fully with what he’d just agreed to. Martin wasn’t a vindictive person. He held grudges, sure, but he wasn’t violent. But some things just couldn’t be tolerated. “I love him,” he said plainly, “I’m in love with him. I care about Jim more than anything else in the world. I will do anything I can to make sure he is safe and happy, including this.”

"Well, that’s disgustingly sweet of you, but hey it’s good to show people you’re not one to mess with so…yay." Meg flashed him a smile, giving a thumbs up. "Now that, that’s outta of the way, How about you can tell me more about you and Jim? Got any embarrassing stories to share?"

Meg was awfully interested in Jim, and had Martin been in his right mind he might have noticed it. He probably would have been suspicious of how often Meg tried to turn the conversation to his boyfriend. As it was, Martin wasn’t running on full cylinders and was more than happy to talk about Jim.  “Embarrassing stories?” Martin asked with a little laugh, “I don’t know if we have many of those. Um, he sprained his ankle once when he was visiting over Christmas. I had to carry him all the way back to my house.”

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