Request: Hi! I wonder if you take requests. If that's the case would you maybe write something with Zuko please? Maybe Reader is really soft and friendly despite his efforts to push her away and gives him the feeling that hes enough, and that theres no need to return to his father. And he can't help but grow fond of her and get soft and maybe its the first time he lets her hug him and she kisses him on the cheek and he blushes?
Word Count: 4619
Note: So this is way longer and angsty-er than I was expecting it to be. It’s the first time I’ve written in a while so I’m super rusty but I hope you enjoy!
It was never easy to be a Fire Nation run-away, a refugee with no way to express the loss you’ve had to face for fear of being banished from your new home. You were the child of a Fire Nation nobleman, a child who had been locked away from the world for years due to your lack of bending and possession of curiosity and empathy. Though you were usually soft-spoken and hesitant to disobey authority, you still made an effort to let those around you know you were against the Fire Lord and the war he supported.
Your blatant disrespect for the Fire Lord’s rule at royal events led to your separation from the noble world, and eventually the entire world. Fire Lord Ozai was clear, very clear, that had you continued to let your presence disrupt his events, you would face a fate worse than death and your parents would be punished for raising such a disrespectful child. So you were locked away, with no one to see but your tutors and the parents who desperately tried to pass on their vicious world views. No amount of force or manipulation could influence you to think anything but poor thoughts of the Fire Nation. The point came where they wanted nothing more than to rid themselves of their wretched child, and they offered to have you sent to the Fire Lord’s prison on charges of treason.
And so you left.
You ventured into the world, escaping in the night with a satchel full of stolen coins and a month’s worth of bread. You walked and walked, then hid away on a ship to travel to the Earth Kingdom, then continued to walk, then bought an ostrich horse and traveled more. Eventually, after months of travel, you made your way into Ba Sing Se as a refugee, beginning your new life.
Of course, life went on like this for months, until one day you ventured into your neighborhood’s tea shop and came face-to-face with two familiar men. Two very familiar members of the Fire Nation’s royal family.
It took everything in you not to scream out in surprise. Were they here to take you back? Punish you for escaping your fate? Execute you for treason? How had they even gotten into Ba Sing Se? But Iroh quickly pulled you aside, the gentle smile on his kind face calming your nerves immediately. “(Y/N),” he said, “It is very good to see you again.” You decided that a reunion with a friendly face was just what you needed, so you invited the pair over for dinner to learn more about what had happened.
You learned of their journey to find the Avatar, and you learned of Azula’s betrayal and their flee to the Earth Kingdom capital. Iroh was welcoming of having you in his life. He was always a kind man during court events, escorting you out and giving you tea when you angered his brother. Zuko, on the other hand, was more apprehensive about having you around. He had heard your words in the past defaming his father and protesting the war. He was unsure that you would keep their secret.
But you were much too kind to rat out two poor souls looking to move on with their lives. Besides, ratting them out only gave them reason to throw you under the bus as well. It was much better to simply throw caution to the wind and stick together. Keep your friends close and enemies closer, and anyone in-between stays close as well, you supposed.
With the help of the former royals, you were able to buy a much better place for the three of you. It was not fancy or even nice, but it was better than before and had two bedrooms, one for you and one for your housemates, and a living area rather than simply one large room.
Life was good. You and Iroh grew closer, much to Zuko’s dismay. He still distrusted you and was hesitant to let himself get close to you for fear of betrayal. You tried, though. Every evening when you both arrived home from work you greeted him with a smile, and sometimes a small gift from the shop you worked at. He was never blatantly rude, always mumbling a quick greeting or thank you, but would always shuffle into his room without a second word. You were determined to get on his good side, but he never seemed to show himself to you long enough to break the surface.
Slowly but surely, you and Iroh began to help Zuko warm to the idea of being your friend. Every day he would say a couple more words, stay out a little later before he shuffled to his room for the night. His (slight) openness warmed your heart, and you found yourself growing fond of the boy.
One night, Iroh was out late with some men he played Pai Sho with. That meant you were in charge of feeding yourself and Zuko for the night. You cooked up an old recipe you had learned years ago and placed the platters in front of the both of you.
“I hope you like it,” you started, watching as Zuko took a small spoonful into his mouth. “I haven’t cooked in ages.”
“Thank you,” Zuko replied, swirling the food in his bowl. “It’s good.”
“It’s an old recipe that my grandmother taught me.” Zuko took another mouthful of food, quietly thinking over the words you said.
“You must miss her,” he finally said. It was a statement rather than a question, and though he was unsure he painted it as though he was certain of himself.
“I couldn’t,” you countered, placing your own bite on your tongue. There was silence as Zuko watched you swallow your food, waiting for you to continue. “The things that my family has done, what would make me miss such corruption and misery?” You found yourself staring down at your bowl, the steam hitting your face in a comforting puff of heat. “It’s much like your father. You don’t miss him.” Your words shadowed his, an unsure statement once again presented as confident truth.
Zuko didn’t reply, instead opting to sip his water and stare past your head. You figured that meant the conversation had ended, so you sighed and continued to eat your food in silence. Zuko’s sharp breathing and the clattering of spoons against bowls were the only noises present until Iroh burst in through the door, cheerfully greeting you both. He paused once he sensed the tense atmosphere and settled at the table with you both.
“What are you eating? It looks delicious,” he said, causing you to smile.
“I’ll grab you a bowl,” you said, rising from the table quickly. Once you cleaned your bowl and filled one for Iroh, you headed back to the table. “It’s an old Fire Nation recipe. I think you’ll like it,” you told Iroh as you placed his food in front of him. Zuko continued to avoid your gaze, and you figured it was time to go. “I think I’ll head to bed now. Goodnight.” With that, you were off.
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You hadn’t been able to sleep. You were unsure of what time it was, but the black sky outside your window told you it wasn’t yet nearing the morning. With a sigh, you pushed yourself out of bed and off to the kitchen to fetch a cup of tea to soothe you to sleep.
To your surprise, the kitchen wasn’t empty when you arrived. Zuko sat at the table, a cup of tea sitting on the table in front of him. He twirled the contents of the cup with a single heated finger, causing the contents to boil and bubble. As you shut your door, he swung around to meet your eyes with a questioning look. “I couldn’t sleep,” you said simply as you took the seat across from him. He nodded before standing to grab a second cup from the cupboard.
“Would you like some tea?” he asked, lifting the pot to begin his pour. “Don’t worry, my uncle made it before he went to sleep.” You nodded, taking the warm cup from his hands and sipping it. You both sat in silence for a moment, daring the other to break it. You decided to take the bait and set your cup down with a gentle thud.
“I apologize for what I said earlier,” you started, staring down at your mug. The lightly-colored liquid glistened in the light of the lone lantern Zuko had lit, and you couldn’t help but fasten your attention to the shimmering reflection rather than the grumpy prince. “I meant nothing by implying you didn’t miss your father. I only assumed-”
“It’s fine.” He cut you off suddenly, his scratchy voice holding a sharp tone. “I don’t miss him. You’re right.” Though he tried to hide it, he always tried to hide it, you could hear the pain in his voice. You looked up and met his amber eyes, searching for answers.
“You must miss something.” There was something about the way he worded his sentence, something about the way he avoided looking directly at you. You could tell he wasn’t being entirely truthful, so you pushed.
“I suppose I do.” He was curt, unwilling to give you the answer you desired, so you changed the subject before the tense silence you were both so accustomed to could swallow you whole.
“It’s beginning to feel like a home here, isn’t it?” You tried to give him a small smile, evoke a little emotion from the boy, but he stared blankly as you spoke. “The plants I bought from the shop bring a little light into this place.”
“This isn’t a home.” Zuko stood abruptly, shaking the table as he pushed away. Drops of tea spilled over the top of your cup, splashing onto the wood of the table. “This isn’t my home.” He stormed out of the house, leaving no trace except his boiling cup of tea and your spilled one. You sighed before rising to clean up.
You traveled around the table to grab Zuko’s half-filled drink, only to immediately drop it at the feeling of the burning hot cup. You cursed as the hot contents spilled onto your bare feet and the cup shattered on the floor. At the sound of this commotion, Iroh slid open his door and peeked into the kitchen.
“Zuko is gone. Is everything alright?” You gave no answer, instead sitting on the floor to look at your burnt feet and clean up the broken cup. Iroh stepped out into the kitchen to examine the situation, sighing when he saw your red feet and turning back to his room. He returned with a towel, a broom, and some bandages for your feet, and helped lift you to a seat to bandage yourself while he cleaned the spilled tea. You slowly wrapped your burns, unsure of what to say. Luckily, Iroh knew how to break the silence. “Did you fight?” he questioned. You shook your head.
“We were having a discussion.”
“A discussion.” Iroh’s hearty laugh filled the atmosphere, instantly bringing you comfort. “My nephew hardly knows how to have a discussion.” You shrugged, not knowing what to say.
“I hadn’t meant to offend him.” You finished wrapping your feet and stood, testing to make sure the bandages would stay. “We spoke of his father, and he said he didn’t miss him, but he still sounded sad.” You stumbled to the flower pot which housed the small flowering bush you had brought home. It made the place feel so lovely, and it was such a beautiful addition to the dreary interior of your poor home. You sighed and brushed a finger over its leaves. “I spoke of home, this home. But this isn’t his home.”
“Come, sit.” Iroh walked over and helped you to sit in a chair at the table. He sat across from you and slid a cup across the table. “I figure you could use some fresh tea,” he said with a smile. You took a sip and smiled, silently thanking him for the warmth and comfort housed in the cup.
The silence was once again broken by Iroh’s kind voice. “My nephew has been through many things. It has been a long while since he has had a place to call home.”
“Of course. I never meant to invalidate him in any way.” You hadn’t meant to hurt or offend Zuko. It felt as though Ba Sing Se was becoming a home, a true home, for both you and him. “I only thought that we finally had something good, all of us. A home.”
“And that we do.” Iroh took a sip of his own tea and let out a sigh. “But this is not the home my nephew wants. He desires a home with his family.”
“You’re his family. Is this not enough for him?” You felt yourself getting worked up, and your tea threatened to once again spill over the edge of the cup that rested in your shaky hands. “How can he desire to go home to people who have hurt him?”
“Family is a strange thing, (Y/N). As is desire.”
“His father scarred him. Banished him. What more proof does he need that there is no home where that man is?” Once again, drops of tea splashed onto the wood in front of you. Quickly, you set the tea down and rose from your chair. “Thank you for the tea. I think I’ll be heading to bed.” Iroh simply sipped his tea and nodded.
“Remember, it takes courage to stand fast in your beliefs. All are not as strong as you, (Y/N). All are not so certain.” You nodded your head before slipping away to your room. As you laid in bed, Iroh’s words echoed in your ears. Zuko desperately wanted a home with his family. He wanted acceptance, despite anything that may have happened to him. It broke your heart knowing that he wanted nothing more than his father’s love, even when his father cared so little of him.
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“Zuko!” You called out to the taller boy, waving him outside. He was working, but the shop wasn’t busy and it seemed they had little to do. It had been a couple of days since your tense chat, and though you both seemed to be back to normal you had yet to discuss what had happened. It was constantly on your mind, but you felt it was better to keep the peace than put Zuko in an uncomfortable position to discuss family with an outsider. “I’m about to head to lunch. Would you like to join me?”
He nodded in your direction, let Iroh know where he was off to, and stripped off his apron. “Where are we eating?” he asked as you walked down the stone streets. You held up a basket of food, a small smile on your face.
“I thought we could picnic, if that’s alright?” Zuko once again nodded, and you two set off to find a nice spot to sit and eat. Your walk was silent, the only sound present being the beating of your feet against the stone path, but it was strangely comforting. Eventually, you came across an empty plaza and settled down by the fountain. As you worked to pull out the food you prepared, Zuko strolled around the plaza.
“Thank you for this,” he said when you finished, and plopped down next to you. “You don’t need to always cook for me.”
“It’s not a problem,” you insisted, shoving some food in his hands. “Here, try this. You like spicy food, right?” With that, the two of you began your quiet meal. Zuko was, as usual, not very talkative, but you tried to fill the empty space with jokes and laughter. You even managed to get a small smile out of the dark-haired boy.
All too soon, lunch was over and the two of you had to get back to your respective jobs. As you journeyed back through the streets, a sheet of paper floated down just in front of you both. Zuko reached out to pluck it from the air, eyeing it carefully. His eyes seemed to widen as he read the sheet. “What is it?” you asked, peering over to try and catch a glimpse. The sheet was quickly removed from your line of sight with a grumbled response telling you it was nothing, don’t worry about it. Unconvinced, you reached over and ripped the sheet from his hands, giving it a quick once over.
“A… flying bison?” You were confused, why did a missing pet have Zuko in such a mood? You continued scanning the sheet until you reached the bottom, where it listed who to contact if the bison were found. “Oh.” You held the crumpled sheet back out to Zuko, and he was quick to snatch it from your hands. You felt a lump growing in your throat, unsure of what to say to the boy who stood beside you. The Avatar was in Ba Sing Se, and it seemed Zuko was ready to run after him and return back to his old life immediately.
“I have to go,” he said, but you reached out and grabbed his wrist to stop him from entering the shop. At this moment words seemed to fail you, and you just stared up at him, sadness in your eyes. He avoided your gaze. He looked anywhere but at your accusing stare, anywhere but the disappointment your eyes held. Slowly, you loosened your grip on his wrist, and his arm dropped back to his side. “Thank you for lunch.”
Later, you sat in your apartment helping Iroh brainstorm names for his new tea shop while you cooked dinner. Iroh had gotten the offer to have his own shop and a nicer apartment today, and upon hearing the news you decided to celebrate. Zuko stormed in while you were tossing around silly names, the crumpled flyer held tight in his hand.
“The Avatar is here in Ba Sing Se,” he said, holding the paper out to Iroh. You tensed upon hearing the words, knowing what conversation was to follow. “He’s lost his bison.”
Iroh was as displeased as you, and voiced his concerns to Zuko. The boy stormed off, leaving you and Iroh frozen in the kitchen. You softly stirred the food while Iroh continued to spout silly name ideas for the new shop.
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That night, you were staring at the ceiling when you heard a noise from the front, followed by a quiet curse. You rolled out of bed and exited your room, only to find Zuko in the living area, shoes on and dual swords by his side. “Where are you going?” you questioned, causing the boy to jump.
“Out,” he replied simply as he dug through a box. What was he was searching for? You crossed the room to take the spot beside him and leaned over the box for a peak. It was full of random keepsakes, things you’d never seen before. Probably a box that was purposefully hidden away, full of things Zuko wanted no one else to see.
“Out,” you repeated, a hint of resignation in your voice. You knew exactly what that meant, and your suspicions were only confirmed when you saw Zuko pull a blue mask from the depths of his box. “You’re going after the bison, aren’t you?”
“What do you think, (Y/N)?” He stood up, tucking the mask into his waistband. “I have to.”
“You don’t,” you said gently. He shook his head at the thought and moved to turn away, but you grabbed his wrist and tugged, forcing him to turn back to you. “Zuko, this isn’t your responsibility anymore. You’re free. You’re finally free to be who you want, and yet you still choose this path of pain.” You tried to look to him, but he was looking away from you, hiding any emotion that he might be showing on his face.
“You don’t get it,” he tried to say, but you scoffed at the thought.
“No, you don’t get it, Zuko!” Rare as it was, you felt yourself losing your grip. He couldn’t see how much this was hurting him, or hurting his uncle, or hurting you. He couldn’t see that he had options now that he resided in Ba Sing Se. He couldn’t see the home that you and Iroh had built up for him. “You don’t understand how much you have. We have a home, Zuko, we have our little family. Iroh is happy! He’s getting his own tea shop. You’ll be able to enjoy your life, and yet you still want to do everything you can to make your father proud and go back to that wretched palace.”
You were so frustrated and tears threatened to spill, but Zuko still refused to even glance in your direction. He tried to tug free of your grip, but you still held on tight. “Let go,” he said, his voice firm. You hesitated before complying, but he didn’t move immediately.
“Can you at least look at me?” Your voice trembled. You didn’t have much left in you. The least he could do was look in your eyes while you pleaded with him to stay. It took a moment before he turned his head back towards you. His expression was blank, but his eyes betrayed him. Though you couldn’t decipher it, there was something hidden behind his gaze. Sadness, anger, guilt? You couldn’t tell. “You don’t have to go. Stay here. Be happy with us. Don’t do this, please.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I know exactly what I’m talking about.” You tried to reach out to him, to grab his arm once again and tug him closer, but he stepped just out of your reach. “Zuko, there’s nothing left for you there. You may steal the bison or capture the Avatar, but then what? You return home to a family that doesn’t care for you as much as we do. They don’t love you at all.” He was turning away from you again, and you leapt forward to latch onto him. “Look at me. Please, just look at me and tell me honestly that you’ll be happier with your father than with us.” He couldn’t, and you knew he couldn’t. You tried holding his attention, but he tugged his arm away without a word and averted his eyes.
“I’m going. Don’t follow me.” Your pleas had fallen on deaf ears. Zuko tucked his swords into their holder and left, not even sparing you a second glance. You felt frozen in time as quiet tears streaked down your face.
After what felt like hours (but was likely only minutes), you shuffled to the back room and knocked on a door. It opened to reveal a sleepy-looking Iroh, but he immediately woke when he saw the state you were in. “Zuko’s gone.”
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You barely slept that night, and you slept even less when Zuko came back with a fever. You stayed by his side, making sure he always had a cool rag on his head and some water nearby to drink. Iroh insisted you take turns watching over the prince, but you couldn’t help but worry.
Iroh had told you what happened that night, and you were incredibly proud of Zuko. You knew it must have been hard for him to realize his path, but you were glad that this was the path that he had chosen. You wanted more than anything for him to have a chance at happiness alongside you and his uncle.
It was late at night when Zuko finally recovered from his feverish state. You were reading a book beside him and barely noticed he had risen when he decided to speak. “How long have I been sick?” You glanced over the top of your book to see the prince sitting up on the floor. He looked much better, albeit still a bit weak from the cold. You could hardly contain the smile that spread onto your face.
“It’s only been a couple of days. Are you hungry?” You quickly rose from your seat beside him, but he reached out to you as you walked away.
“Wait,” he requested. You slowed to a stop and returned to his side. “I wanted to thank you for what you said.” The complex mix of emotions you had seen in his eyes the night he left was now spread across his face. Sadness, anger, guilt, and now embarrassment? You couldn’t tell, but at least now he wasn’t hiding it. “You helped me realize that I do have a choice. I can be happy, I just need to choose it.”
The smile on your face grew wider. “And you’re choosing us?”
“I’ve realized you and my uncle are my real family.” You couldn’t contain your joy as you reached out to hug Zuko. He hadn’t noticed and was moving to get up, so you quickly stopped and regained your composure. You stood too, hoping the boy hadn’t noticed.
“I’ll go get Iroh. I’m sure he’s excited to see you.”
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It was the first morning in your new apartment in the Upper Ring. You could smell Iroh cooking in the large kitchen, but you were distracted by the sight of Zuko watering the plants you had brought from your old apartment. He had gotten up much earlier than you, which didn’t usually happen, so it was a welcoming sight to see him glowing in the morning sun with your plants.
“I didn’t think you liked those,” you said, causing him to jump. Once he saw it was you, he shook his head as he returned his attention to the plants.
“They’ve grown on me,” he replied. You smiled and moved to his side, watching as he cared for the bush. He seemed so happy now, his usual scowl replaced with the hint of a smile and shining eyes. You wished you could watch the scene play out forever, but he broke the moment when he set the watering can down and turned to you. “You were right. They do make it feel like home.” He gave you a small smile, and your heart melted.
Without thinking, you stepped closer to him and wrapped your arms around him. He was taken by surprise and stood frozen for a moment, before gently wrapping his around you. “I’m so glad you stayed,” you said softly. “I’m glad you’re home.” You pulled away to smile up at him and quickly rose on your toes to peck his cheek. He immediately grew red at the kiss.
“I- uh, well, I’m glad I stayed too,” he stammered, turning his face away from you. Of course, Iroh chose that moment to enter the room.
“Nephew, your face is as red as a tomato,” he said with a chuckle. “Has your fever returned?”
“Of course not,” Zuko countered, before picking up the watering can and shuffling quickly out of the room to avoid any more conversation. With a knowing look on his face, Iroh shot you a wink and then let you know breakfast was ready. He exited, leaving you alone in the room.
You reached out to gently stroke the leaves of the bush in front of you. You were all finally home. Only good things could be in store for your new-found family. With a small smile plastered on, you skipped off to the kitchen to enjoy the first breakfast of your new, happy life.
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I've also begun watching Haikyuu! And I love it! I've been wanting to make a sort-of SMAU (social media au) for either Tsukishima or Kageyama, but I have no clue how to go about doing it. It'll more than likely be half social media/half me writing.
The question I have for any fellow writers is this: what apps or websites do you use to make social media AUs? I have a Samsung phone, so the apps I have access to are unfortunately not the best 😭😭😭 SO, do any fellow Samsung users have any apps they like? Pls help me out/let me know! I'm super eager to jump back into writing, I just need a decent app for the SMAU.
It's crazy how long it's been since I've posted (the last time I wrote was my junior year of high school, and now I'm a junior in college), but I'm here to announce that I'm back! So many of you have probably never seen a post from me before, so welcome to all the new followers!
Due to the current state of the world, I'm unfortunately out of my job until business starts to pick back up again. That, paired with the fact that the semester is over and I'm taking no summer classes, means that I'm incredibly bored. I've been trying to revisit things that I enjoyed before my life got super busy, which includes reading, playing The Sims, and now writing!
I want to get back into writing things, as I haven't for a long time and I truly do miss it. With that being said, I have multiple years worth of requests piled up, and unfortunately I'm unsure how likely it is that I'll finish every single one. I'll do my best to complete as many as I can, but since it has been so long since I've written fiction I may not be able to get the inspiration I need for some of the requests. I'll more than likely hit any Avatar requests I have first (I know we've all been watching it nonstop since it came to Netflix haha), and then follow up with anything that I can think of a good story for.
Of course, you're always welcome to send in requests! There's just no guarantee at this time that I'll be able to write it. If it will upset you to have a request sitting in my inbox for a while then don't send it in, but I'm happy to have any new requests sent for consideration. I seriously do apologize if I'm not able to complete requests in a timely manner.
Thanks for sticking around or following me in the past years! I sincerely apologize that it's been so long, but I'm glad to be back! I hope to have something posted in the next few days. Love you all and take care!
Hey all! I've been back at work so I'm veryy slowly working through requests, but as I do that I'm also having ideas of my own for stories but I'm unsure of which characters would fit for some of them.
So, can you guys just lmk which characters you'd like to see more of? As a reminder I write for Harry Potter, Avatar and Legend of Korra, Percy Jackson, Ouran High School Host Club, I'm adding Haikyuu to the list, and I can do Marvel but I haven't watched any movies in a while so it may be a little OOC.
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Cool I’m a sad person who likes to write things with realistic endings over happy ones.
Word Count: 2516
Summary: Seasons change, and so do people. But hoodies never do.
Spring.
“Draco?” The boy stopped in his tracks, turning to find the source that called his name.
“(Y/N)?” He began walking toward you, a small smile playing on his lips.
“I was just about to owl you!” You were surprised to see your friend here, but more excited than anything. “What are you doing here?” you asked him, curious as to why he was walking down the street in front of your home.
“I could ask you the same question.”
“Well, this is my house,” you answered, gesturing to the manor standing behind you.
“I always assumed a Muggle family lived in this home.”
“Well, half-Muggle, so you’re about half correct.” You let out a small laugh. “Anyway, why are you here?”
“I live next door.”
“You’ve lived next door your whole life, and I’ve never known you were there?” It was too large of a coincidence, but you let it go with another laugh. “Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow? My family will be out, but I can still make some pretty amazing pasta.”
“I’d love that.”
The next evening, Draco arrived at your house. After eating, you brought him up to your room so you could fetch the letter you were going to send him. “I know it’s in here somewhere,” you were saying, crouched over your bedside table. Draco looked around your room, which was still littered with a few odd stuffed toys.
“Cute room,” he said, leaning over you to pick up the letter labeled, ‘Draco,’ which you seemed to have glanced over. You looked up at him and smiled.
“Cute face.” You hadn’t meant for it to slip out, but the second it did you stood, walking away from Draco and hiding your now-red face. “Oh, um. Sorry.”
“No, no.” Draco walked over to you, placing one gentle hand on your cheek. “Yours is cute, too.”
You were happy your family was out for the night.
Winter.
“You own hoodies?”
“Don’t act so surprised, (Y/N). I can’t dress this nicely all the time.” You turned to look at your boyfriend, just so you could roll your eyes at his comment.
“You’re annoying, Draco. Have I ever told you that?” It was Draco’s turn to roll his eyes, and all you could do was laugh. “Would you mind if I wore this home? It’s cold outside.” You had pulled one of the hoodies out of his closet. In your haste, you hadn’t grabbed anything to wear over your shirt before walking to the Malfoy’s this afternoon. Now that the sun had gone down, it was much colder and you weren’t sure you would make it off their property without freezing to death.
You were already tugging your arms through the sleeves as Draco called out, “Go ahead.”
“Thank you.” You walked over to the boy and leaned down to peck him on his cheek. “Owl me tomorrow, right?” He turned his head so your lips met his own.
“Of course. Don’t get lost on your way back again.”
“That happened once, Draco.”
“Whatever you say, darling.”
Spring.
“Have anything you’d like to tell me, (Y/N)?” You glanced up from your reading to look at your boyfriend, who had seemingly come out of nowhere.
“No, nothing.” You gave him a smile and stood to give him a kiss, but he turned his head away. You sat back down slowly. “Is there something wrong?”
“You tell me.” Draco’s arms were crossed, and his stare was stone cold, gazing straight through you.
“Draco, I’m confused. I haven’t done anything…”
“Then why am I hearing rumors that you’ve been… been…” He looked disgusted, like the words he wanted to leave his mouth were too vulgar to be said. “Seeing Weasley on the side.”
“What?”
“Oh, don’t act so surprised, (Y/N).”
“Draco, you’re accusing me of something so serious with no proof whatsoever. I am surprised.”
“No proof? What do you call Pansy catching you and that vile creature in the library late at night?”
“…studying??”
“And what about Blaise catching you two entering an empty classroom together?”
“…going to class? Draco, what is this about-”
“This is about you not respecting me and our relationship.” Draco had uncrossed his arms, and instead was standing over you. He stood up straight, making himself seem tall and menacing, and you were having none of it. You stood, looking him straight in the eyes.
“Are you really so insecure that you’d believe some silly rumors your pathetic friends made up over the truths that I’m trying to tell you right now?” You both glared at each other, intense and unyielding. “Are you really such a sorry person that you can’t even trust me, your girlfriend and best friend, over some creeps who don’t even know me?”
“Do not insult my friends.”
“Oh, I can’t call them pathetic, but you let them call me a dirty whore.” You turned back to your book and slammed it shut. “Whatever, Draco. I’ll be off. I have to go snog Weasley in some empty closet.” You picked up your book and began to storm off, but he grabbed your arm to keep you there.
“You really aren’t seeing Weasley, are you?” He had finally come to his senses. His eyes were becoming more gentle, and you could see by his facial expression that he realized he had made a mistake. You shook your head.
“I’m not seeing Ron.” You tugged your arm free of his grasp. “In fact, I’m no longer seeing anybody. I wouldn’t suggest trying to talk to me again, Malfoy.” With that, you stormed away, fast enough that he didn’t hear your pathetic sobs.
Funny thing, you ran straight into Ron, who held you while you cried.
Draco watched from a distance, boiling with rage. Maybe you really were seeing Ron on the side. But it didn’t matter anymore, you weren’t his.
Summer.
Spring cleaning was way overdue, considering it was Summer Break. You were currently working on your wardrobe, cleaning out the abundance of clothing that resided in your much too large closet.
At least, you were working on your wardrobe until you came across something that made your heart freeze.
A simple gray, zip-up hoodie, one with a broken zipper and a small hole in the hood, had stopped you in your tracks. It was too large for you, and it had been hung up carefully in your closet when you discovered it. You pulled it out, taking it off the hanger carefully, and pulled your arms through the sleeves.
It still smelled like Draco.
You quickly tugged the thing off, tossing it in the ‘Discard’ pile you had resting in the corner of your room. That hoodie could burn, you didn’t care, you just didn’t need another painful reminder of the boy who once loved you sitting in your bedroom. But your house was rather cold, you decided, and it would be easier to just wear the hoodie while you cleaned rather than try to keep a blanket on over your shoulders. That’s what you told yourself as you pulled the hoodie back on, taking in the warm, woody smell that lingered on it.
After hours of sorting, night was finally falling. You had eaten dinner with your family and put away all the things you intended to keep, so it was time to discard your -messy- pile of rejects. You threw everything into a trash bag and dragged it out of your room, out to the bin that sat at the end of the long, dirt driveway that lead to your house (your mother, being the Muggle she was, preferred to use the Muggle system of garbage collection that she had grown up with. It was, after all, her old family home that the family lived in, and she insisted that everyone in the house took out the trash like a proper Muggle would). It was dark out, and there was a slight chill in the air as the moon took its spot in the clear Summer sky.
You paid no attention to anything around you as you ambled your way to the bin. Maybe that’s why you were so surprised when you heard a voice say your name.
You jumped, surprised at the sudden words. You felt no need to glance up, however, as you could recognize that voice from anywhere. “Draco,” you replied, mouth dry as the venomous name left your tongue. “What are you doing out so late?”
“I’m out for a walk,” he answered simply. “Is that my hoodie you’re wearing?” You threw the bag into the bin and closed the lid.
“I suppose,” you said with a shrug. “I should get going.” You turned up the dirt path, ready to make your way back up to your home and away from your former love.
“I don’t suppose you’re going to give me my hoodie back?”
“I really should get going,” you repeated, continuing your trek. “Come by tomorrow if you need it so badly.”
You don’t know why you were so surprised when Draco actually showed up at your house the next day, demanding his hoodie. “Come in,” you said, pulling the door open wide. “It’s hot out, and I have to go find the thing.” Draco accepted your offer and stepped carefully into your foyer. You left him there, not expecting anything to happen, but when you returned back down the winding staircase you saw a sight you’d rather not have.
“Oh please, Draco, we’d love to have you! I’m sure your parents are out on business right now, just let me feed you this once.”
“I’d love to stay, Ms. (L/N), but I’m sure it’d be better if I returned home.”
“Nonsense! You’re staying. I’ll set you a place at the table.” Your mother scurried off to the dining room, and you let out a small sigh.
“You just can’t stay out of my life, can you?” You held the hoodie out in front of you, waiting for Draco to pull it from your gentle grasp.
“You’re the one who invited me in, (Y/N).” You let out another sigh and pushed the hoodie forward, dropping it in Draco’s unsuspecting arms.
“Whatever. We should go eat.”
Lunch was somewhat awkward. You picked at your food, head directed towards your plate as you listened to your mom and Draco’s lighthearted conversation. The rest of your family wasn’t home, so there was nothing to do but sit and nod along as your mom tried to include you in the conversation. It wasn’t your mom’s fault, she hardly knew anything about you and Draco’s relationship. All that she knew was that you two had once been closer than you were now, that you drifted away because Draco was always busy. What she didn’t know was how much it hurt to have to meet his eyes when you glanced up from your plate, or how much just hearing his voice made your heart ache.
“This was lovely, Ms. (L/N),” Draco said as he stood from the table, plate in hand. “Can I help with washing up?”
“I’ve got it, Draco,” you said curtly, reaching for your mother’s plate. He reached for it at the same time, and the brush of your hands startled you, making you jerk your hand back. He rolled his eyes and picked up the plate, stacking it on top of his. He picked up a couple of the serving dishes before making his way to the kitchen, you not far behind. You dropped your dishes on the counter.
“Okay, what the hell?” It had felt like an eternity had passed before you let out those bitter words. “You didn’t have to stay and clean, damn it.”
“It’s the polite thing to do.”
“Well I don’t want you to be polite. I want you out of my goddamn house.” Draco placed the plate he was rinsing down and turned to look at you.
“What are you so angry about?”
“It’s hard enough to get you out of my head,” you answered gently. “And now I can’t even get you out of my house.”
“You invited me in in the first place.” You could tell the boy was getting annoyed. “And it should be easy enough for you to get me out of your head, (Y/N), when you’re the one who-”
“It wasn’t my fault then and it’s not my fault now!” Time seemed to stop as the world froze around you. Draco seemed to be at a loss for words, and you felt your face growing warm with anger.
“Look, you don’t love me anymore. It’s ok to admit it. But I still love you, so this hurts, Draco. It hurts like hell and I want you to get out of my house.”
“(Y/N)-”
“Just leave.” The second you heard your front door slam, you collapsed to the ground in tears. Your mom soon entered the kitchen, curious look on her face.
“Draco left in such a rush, is everything… Oh, (Y/N).” Your mom dropped to the floor next to you, pulling you into her arms. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” You shook your head slightly. “That’s alright,” she said gently, smoothing your hair down. “We can talk whenever you’re ready.”
Eventually, your tears were gone and you were up off the kitchen floor. You would get over Draco. That was just the wake-up call you needed to start your healing journey. You wandered back into your dining room, meaning to go straight back up the stairs, but stopped cold when something gray caught your eye.
Of course he forgot his fucking hoodie.
Winter.
You had to take out the trash. In your rush, you grabbed the only clean item of outerwear you seemed to have hanging in your closet. A gray hoodie with a broken zipper and a hole in the hood. It didn’t phase you this time, though. Even the comforting scent that radiated off the hoodie didn’t hurt. It was simply another hoodie to you at this point.
You held the trash bag loosely, knowing if you held it too tight your fingers would numb faster in this cold winter weather. The bin was freezing, and it almost burned to touch as you struggled to open the freezing lid. You were shocked but thankful when a gloved hand easily reached around your shoulder and pushed the lid open.
You lugged the bag of garbage into the bin, ready to turn around and thank the helpful civilian, but you momentarily froze in your tracks when you heard a voice ask, “Is that my hoodie?” It almost hurt to hear the voice. Almost.
You turned around slowly, smile on your face. “Yeah,” you said, pulling it tight around your body as Draco eyed it. “Yeah, it is.” And with that, you turned and made your way back up to your house.
You made sure not to invite him in when he returned the next day to fetch it.
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Summary: After a princess filled movie night, you tell Peter your princess dreams. Being the person he is, he decides to try and make that dream a reality.
“I wonder what it’s like.” You pulled your legs up onto the couch, sitting on top of them.
“What what’s like?” Your best friend, Peter Parker, sat on the floor in front of the couch, a bowl of popcorn in his lap.
“Being a princess. For real.” You grabbed the TV remote and clicked the off button, turning the previously colorful screen black. “Can’t you just imagine it, Pete?”
“Oh yeah, that princess life would be awesome.”
“Oh, you know what I meant,” you said with a laugh, swinging a pillow in his direction. He dodged it with a smile, tossing a handful of popcorn in your direction to fight back. “I just think it’d be refreshing.”
“To rule an entire kingdom?”
“No, to just be somewhere new. Plus, who doesn’t want to wear a beautiful gown?” Peter opened his mouth to speak, but you swung the pillow at him again. “You know what I meant!”
“Alright, alright, truce!” Peter laughed, pulling the pillow from your grasp. “I think that’s enough princess movies for tonight.”
“Just one more,” you insisted, clicking the TV back on. “I think… Beauty and the Beast should close out our movie night.”
“Fine. I’ll put it in.” Peter stood to find the disk and put it in. “Am I Adam or Belle this time?”
“Adam. I’m Belle, obviously.”
“Oh, right. You’re in a princess mood.” Peter pressed play and took his spot on the floor again, bowl of popcorn secure in his lap. He could hear you take in a breath as you prepared to sing the first song of the movie.
“Little town…”
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“Whaddya think?” You stepped out of your bedroom in a dress, something you had hidden in the back of your closet a couple years ago. You only pulled it out because even after two weeks you were feeling the princess in you coming out, and even though the dress wasn’t your usual style you threw it on.
“It’s different. Cute though.” Peter tossed you your backpack. “C’mon, we’re gonna be late, princess.” You grinned, pulling the bag over your shoulder.
“Alright, let’s go, Parker.” With that, you two left the apartment and headed to school.
As usual, school was a drag and the classes you had without Peter were boring. As you sat in math, however, your teacher got a call.
“(Y/N), you’re needed in the main office.”
“Oooohhh,” the class chimed. You, confused by this call as you hadn’t done anything and weren’t expecting to leave early, picked up your bag and quickly made your way to the office. You were shocked at the sight that stood before you when you opened the heavy office door, however.
“-best friend, Mr. Stark!”
“Is that really all, kid?”
“She’s going to take this all the wrong way!”
“Look, it’s Normandy, not Paris. Besides, she’ll love it.”
“We’re going to France?” Tony Stark and Peter whipped around to look at you. “Tony Stark??”
“Surprise!” Peter said, giving you a smile. “I pulled a couple strings and Mr. Stark is letting me take you to France to live out your princess dreams for a few days.”
“Seriously? You convinced Tony Stark to fund us a trip to France?” Peter smiled and nodded, and Tony stepped forward and placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder.
“Yeah, well the kid’s special.” He removed his hand and began walking towards the door. “Anyway, we should get going. I didn’t buy a castle for you kids to be there for 10 minutes.”
“He bought a castle?”
“Come on, (N/N), we can’t keep Mr. Stark waiting.”
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One flight to Normandy later, you and Peter stood at the foot of the castle Tony had purchased. It was large, with about 4 floors that you could see, and it had a lot of land surrounding it. Beautiful gardens and a good sized pond sat to the sides of the property.
“Wow,” was all you could say as you were ushered into the building.
“Now, I realize you want to live out your fairy tales, kids, but keep it PG. Think more Beauty and the Beast, less Reign.” You and Peter began to protest, you two were only friends after all, but Tony kept talking. “(Y/N), I’ve flown your parents out to Paris for a week so they’re nearby, and I called your aunt so she knows you’re with me, Parker. There’re clothes in the rooms so you can live out your fairytale or whatever. I’ll be popping in and out during the week. Have fun.” With that, Tony was gone, leaving you and Peter alone in the large front hall of the chateau.
“Oh, my God,” you said finally, the excitement finally settling in. “Peter! We’re in a castle in France!”
“I know!” Peter returned your excitement easily. “Go get changed into something more princess-y, then we can explore this place.”
One princess dress later, you and Peter (he was dressed in the finest, too) were running through the halls of the castle like children, trying to find any secrets that may lay within.
“This is so great, Pete. Thank you for this.”
“No problem, you’re always a princess to me and I thought you deserved to feel like one. It’s the least I can do, right?” You both took a seat on the elegant couch that sat in one of the many rooms. “By the way, Mr. Stark is throwing a ball at the end of the week. We’re invited if we go through with some dance lessons he set up.”
“Dance lessons? As in fancy, old-fashioned, ballroom dancing?” Peter nodded, and you broke out in smiles again. You leaned over and pulled Peter into a hug. “This is exactly what I needed. This is why you’re my best friend.”
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“Ow!”
“Sorry, I stepped the wrong way.”
“Yeah, right onto my foot, Pete.” The instructor sighed and shut off the music.
“Children, take a break. 10 minutes.” You picked up your water bottle and popped it open, but didn’t take a sip yet.
“This is surprisingly hard,” you admitted, looking over to Peter. He was actually drinking his water, but nodded in agreement.
“It’s not that bad though, is it?” he asked. Secretly, he enjoyed being that close to you, even if it was just for the stupid dance. It was still nice to dance with you.
“No. And you being my partner makes it better,” you added with a smile, taking a sip of your water at last. “Promise me we’ll blow the socks off those old billionaires at Tony’s party?” Peter smiled and nodded.
“We’re so taking them down.”
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You were out spending a moment alone by the pond, just admiring the view, when you heard a voice calling your name. Spinning around, you saw Peter walking toward you.
“I thought we could take a walk through the gardens together?” You agreed, and the two of you made your way to the beautiful flowers. You walked in silence, but it was comfortable, as you just enjoyed each other’s company.
The flowers were beautiful, and you reached around Peter to gently hold a particularly pretty one in you hand. “This place is enchanting,” you said as you pulled your hand back.
“Yeah, it’s crazy pretty here,” Peter agreed. “Plus, being here with my best friend makes it, like, 20 times better.” You smiled. He was right. If anyone else had flown you out to France for a week, you probably wouldn’t have enjoyed it half as much as you were enjoying this quality time with Peter. The two of you continued the walk in the garden, once again in a comfortable silence. The short talk had drifted you two closer, however, and your hands were occasionally brushing.
If only one of you had the courage to hold the other.
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“Pete?” A soft light was pouring through a crack in Peter’s doorway, and your blanket-wrapped shadow appeared. “I’m sorry, I can’t sleep and I was wondering if I could-”
“Yeah, sure.” Peter sat up and patted the place beside him in the large bed, and you made your way over. You climbed onto the bed and pulled your blanket tighter around your body.
“Sorry, Pete. I just heard some noises and at night this place can get kind of creepy and I got a little spooked.”
“Hey, it’s okay. Besides, if there is anything creepy going down, you know I’ve got you.”
“Oh, right. My spider hero.” You giggled, giving Peter a small smile. “You didn’t actually bring your suit, did you?”
“Mr. Stark wouldn’t let me,” he admitted, making you laugh again.
“You need a break, Parker. I’m glad he didn’t let you. I get worried, you know.”
“I know.”
“For real, Peter.” You sat up a little straighter, placing your hands on his shoulders to look him in the eyes. “I can hear you crawling into your window when you come home in the middle of the night, and you’re terrible at hiding bruises, Pete. I know you insist that you’re fine, and I know you love helping people, but it worries me. What if one day you can’t crawl through your window? What if one day…” You removed your hands and pulled your blanket tighter, turning away from Peter so he couldn’t see the tears forming in your eyes. “I just get worried, Peter.”
“(Y/N), I’m not going to get hurt.”
“You don’t know that.” You could hear Peter sigh, and you felt his hand on your arm.
“Get some sleep, (Y/N). We can talk about this when we get back to Queens. For now let’s just enjoy France, okay?”
“Okay. Sorry I woke you.” With that, you crawled from his bed and headed back to your room.
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The castle staff was rushing around, trying to set up for the ball that was in two days. You sat in a study, reading a book you had brought along, while Peter was off doing who-knows-what.
“(N/N)!” You looked up from your book to see Peter, soaking wet and shirtless, running towards you.
“Pete, what the hell?” You were laughing at his wet form, but still wondered how he had gotten that way.
“Ever wonder what it’d be like to swim in a pond?”
“Not really…”
“Well, come on! It’s fun, I swear.” He pulled you up off the couch and pulled you out the door. He didn’t let go until you had reached the pond. “Alright, it gets deep enough to jump in around… here.” He laughed and took a leap, splashing into the water like an eager child on a hot day.
“It’s cold out!” you exclaimed, but as the boy resurfaced he only laughed.
“Come on, (Y/N). I know you want to!” You shook your head and laughed.
“It’s literally only 50 degrees out right now.” Peter swam toward where you stood.
“Fine. Help me out?” He reached out his hands, and you leaned forward to help pull him out. Instead, he tugged you forward, toppling you into the pond.
“Peter Parker!” you yelled, pushing dripping strands of hair out of your face. All you could hear was Peter’s laughter. “You are so dead.”
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“Peter, where’s your little friend?” Tony Stark stood in the ballroom, adjusting his jacket while Peter glanced around. The ball was starting soon, and you were nowhere to be found.
“I-uh, I’m not sure,” Peter admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “But, before she arrives, can I ask one more favor, Mr. Stark?”
“Sure, kid.”
“Before we head back to the States, can we take a quick stop in Paris?”
“Paris, huh?” Tony looked over at the boy, giving him a smirk. “You finally gonna make a move?”
“W-what?”
“Look, kid, I know you’re head over heels for this girl. Sure, you two can make a stop in Paris.” Tony started to walk away, but turned back to say one last thing. “Just promise me you’ll kiss her. Don’t want a wasted trip to Paris.”
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The ball had begun, and you were still in your room. You were wearing the most extravagant gown you had been provided, but you were slightly nervous. What if you looked ridiculous? What if it was too much? What if you and Peter actually sucked at dancing?
Your thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock on your door. “Come in,” you called.
“Hey, you coming down?” Peter slid through the door, closing it behind him. “Wow. You look amazing.”
“Thanks,” you said, standing from your seat. “Yeah, I’m coming. Just not ready to leave this place, you know?”
“Well, Mr. Stark did buy it. Maybe we can come back during Summer break.”
“I’d like that.” You smiled and reached over to grab Peter’s hand. “Come on. Let’s go dance.” With that, you pulled him out of your room and down to the ballroom. There were a lot of people in beautiful gowns and nice suits, and you could make out your parents and Tony in the corner talking. You dragged Peter out into the middle of the dance floor, ready to show off your newly learned skills.
After hours of laughing and dancing with Peter, the ball ended. You were set to leave after the ball, so you went to your room to gather your things. When you returned back downstairs, Peter was waiting with a huge smile on his face. “One last stop!” he said, before pulling you out of the castle.
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“It’s beautiful…” You and Peter were walking up the Champs-Elysees, and the Arc de Triomphe stood before you. “I can’t believe we’re in Paris.”
“Me either,” Peter said, earning a laugh.
“Tell me we’re going to the Eiffel Tower?”
“Mr. Stark gave me directions on how to get there from here, don’t worry.” Peter grabbed your hand and pulled you down the street, leading you away from the giant arch. 30 minutes later, you and Peter had arrived at the foot of the tower. “Come on, if we hurry we can make the last elevator up,” he said, pulling you along.
At the top of the tower, you glanced over the edge out on Paris. It was breathtaking.
“Hey, (Y/N)? I have something I want to tell you.” You turned around to face Peter, who was messing with the hem of his sweater nervously.
“Yeah, Pete?”
“Okay, so, Mr. Stark made me promise I was going to do this because I probably wasn’t going to have to courage to do it otherwise so I just really need to tell you something.”
“Yeah, you already said that.” You laughed, turning back around to look out over the city again. “Go ahead, Peter.”
“Well, I like you. Like, really like you. Borderline love, probably.” Those words had you frozen in place. “God, and now you have no idea what to say. I probably just ruined our friendship, didn’t I?” As Peter continued rambling on, you found the strength to turn around.
“You… love me?” Peter stopped talking and looked up.
“Well, yeah, I think I do.”
“I love you too, Pete.” Peter broke out in a huge smile.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” You nodded your head and smiled. It was like your fairytale week was finally coming to its fairytale ending. “You know, I’ve always wanted to be kissed at the top of the Eiffel Tower.” Peter took the hint and moved forward, placing one hand gently on your waist while the other held your cheek. He slowly leaned in, closing his eyes in the process. You couldn’t help but smile as you leaned up to meet his lips.
HELLO I HAVEN’T POSTED ANYTHING SINCE LIKE 2016 BUT IT’S FINE.
So backstory to this story!!! I started writing it in November when I literally got my heartbroken (a lot of the dialogue is like,,, almost verbatim lmao) and then I opened my Drive today and said “I’m going to write shit” so I opened this up, renamed it something cuter, and finished typing it up! Yeah. So I have another Sirius Black thing coming up, a Peter Parker thing I started, and a Zuko thing coming (those are the things I am working on literally rn), so stay tuned (i’m digging the Parker one so if you like Tom Holland and Spiderman be ready). Okay I’ve talked a lot please enjoy Cold Autumn Nights (aka Budzoned)!!!
Word Count: 1820
Have you heard of the Friendzone? Wait, of course you have. Everyone has.
But have you ever heard of the Budzone? It was a thing you didn’t even realize existed until now. It was almost friends with benefits, but worse. It was almost dating, but not. It was nearly the friendzone, but not quite. Basically, it was hell, and you had no clue what you had done to Sirius Black to deserve this.
But let’s start from the beginning of the story. It was a cold October night in Hogsmeade, and it seemed as though you and Sirius were the only two there. You were close, of course, that’s how you ended up walking alone in the beautiful town. You only had a couple hours left before you were required to go back to Hogwarts, and you were making the most of it.
“My hands are freezing,” Sirius had said, rubbing them together.
“Really?” you asked, a small smile on your face.
“Really,” the boy replied, dropping his hands back to his side.
“How cold though?” Sirius raised his hand in response to your question, holding it out for you to feel. You placed your hand on his, nodding your head as you caught his gaze. “That’s pretty cold,” you noted. You turned your head away, dropping the eye-contact you had been maintaining, but you kept your hand on his and, in a moment of confidence, slowly intertwined your fingers. To your surprise he didn’t pull away, and instead pulled you closer to him.
Later you two were talking. Sirius admitted that he had stopped seeing and flirting with girls because of you. “I get why whenever I’m with you,” he had told you, giving you that small smile that made your heart flutter.
That night was like a dream.
Though you two still talked often and were still very close friends, you only acted on the feelings you had admitted to having for each other on cold Autumn nights in Hogsmeade, when it seemed as though you were the only two there. You were fine with it until you kissed one November night. To you, the kiss meant the world. It was like a fairytale moment with sparks flying and butterflies in your stomach and happiness in your heart.
But, to you the kiss wasn’t enough. Sure, you two were basically dating. You went on dates and did all the couple-y stuff. You told each other secrets and trusted each other with the world, but that wasn’t enough. You wanted to know for sure that you were dating, or if whatever it was that you had going on was just a fling. So, you decided to confront Sirius about it. After all, the worse thing that could happen would be him saying he didn’t want labels, right?
Wrong.
“Hey, Sirius, can we talk?” You caught up with the boy after class one day. You barely had the courage to start this conversation, but you needed to get it off your chest. It had been nearly 3 weeks since the kiss and the suspense was killing you.
“Yeah, what is it?”
“Well you like me right?” Sirius nodded his head. “And I like you. So, what are we?” Sirius stopped walking and looked at you. You couldn’t make out what his expression meant, and it was killing you.
“I mean… we’re buds,” he said after a while. “We just hold hands and stuff.”
“Buds who hold hands and stuff. Okay.”
“What are we to you?” You just shrugged.
“I don’t know. That’s why I asked.” You gave him a weak smile. “I’ll see you later.”
Of course “later” ended up being the next brisk, Autumn night. The next trip to Hogsmeade. And though you told yourself you wouldn’t play his games, you found yourself holding his hand, caressing his cheek, kissing his lips, despite the fact that you knew deep down he wasn’t in this for the long run.
After that night, a rush of adrenaline (or maybe some unwanted courage) had you deciding you would approach Sirius Black soon and ask, no, demand, that you be made official. So, after the last class of the day, as all the students were rushing from their classes to wherever they pleased, you walked beside Sirius.
“You know, I’ve been thinking-”
“Blimey, you?” Sirius grinned at you, waiting for you to laugh and push him and say, “Oh, shut up!” like always, but it didn’t come.
“I’ve been thinking,” you started again, “And normally, when two people like each other, they date.” Sirius’ grin almost disappeared. “So, I was thinking, maybe we should-”
“Look, (Y/N), I’d rather not get into that right now,” he said briskly, before turning the corner and leaving you alone.
“Oh. Alright,” you said, calling after his receding form. You stood alone in the middle of the busy hallway, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, but you shook it off and walked to the library to clear your thoughts.
Not even 24 hours later, you heard a familiar voice calling your name.
“(Y/N)! Can we talk?” You tried to act like he hadn’t just torn your heart out 24 hours ago, but nodded and gave him a smile.
“Sure, Sirius. What’s up?”
“Sorry I blew you off yesterday. I was just really trying to catch Regulus before he vanished to wherever he does, you know?” Ah, so that’s why he was so distant when you tried to talk to him.
“It’s fine. So, can you talk now?”
“Talk? About what, exactly?”
“Um, us, I guess?”
“Okay.” You quickly took a seat on the bench that was nearby, Sirius following en suite.
“So, you never really answered me. Shouldn’t we be dating? I mean, we basically already are and-”
“Well, if we basically are, then what’s the difference?”
“…What?”
“What would be the difference?”
“I mean…” He had caught you off guard with that one.. “I guess there really is no difference. But if there’s no difference, why can’t we be, you know, official?” Sirius was looking past you at this point, not at you, but you were too focused on the subject at hand to glance back to where he was looking.
“Look, what’s wrong with what we’re doing now? I take you on a couple dates, we’re free to talk to other people, then if we want to later on we can date.”
“I… what?” You shook your head, confused by what he was saying. You thought he liked you, for God’s sake. What was with this “talk to other people” business? As you stared at Sirius, you finally took a moment to turn around, only to see 2 girls standing behind you. One, a 7th year Ravenclaw, was giving Sirius some serious love eyes. And Sirius, apparently, was returning the favor. “Sirius, I like you. But secret rendezvous while you flirt with other girls is not exactly what I had in mind.”
“I guess you just don’t want to like the idea.”
“No. I just don’t like the idea.” You stood from the bench, slinging your bag over your arm a little too aggressively. Without another word from either you or Sirius, you stormed off.
After a couple weeks of ignoring Sirius, the boy approached you during class.
“It kills me that you’re ignoring me.” When you didn’t answer, he continued. “Look, I’m sorry that we wanted different things. If you need time, I’ll give you it. If you need space, I’ll give you it. But I just need to know that we’re going to be friends again. You used to be one of my closest friends, (Y/N).” You sighed and glanced up at him.
“I guess I’ve been overreacting… slightly.” Sirius smiled.
“Truce?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Want to hang out tomorrow? Library, after Potions?”
“You know me, I love the library.” And that was that. You anxiously waited for your library date with Sirius, as you were definitely not over the boy. He had stolen your heart, and been the first to do so in quite a while. You believed that maybe he could change for you.
The next day, as you sat in the library, the clock ticked on. It was 3, then 4, then 5, and yet no signs of Sirius appeared. Suddenly, someone sat in front of you, and you glanced up eagerly…
Only to link eyes with Remus.
“Oh. Hello Remus. I was expecting-”
“Sirius?”
“Well, yes.”
“He’s not coming, (Y/N). Surely you would have realized that by now.”
“But he invited me…”
“He also invited a 7th year Ravenclaw to an empty classroom after Potions.”
“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say. It was like you had been hit with a hammer for the second time in a month, right in the chest. You didn’t know what to do and certainly didn’t know what to say.
“Don’t get involved with him, (Y/N). All he ever does is play games.” Remus reached a hand out, placing his on yours in an attempt to comfort you. He could see the tears forming in your eyes. “Everything is a game to him. He enjoys the chase.” You quickly pulled away from Remus, using the hand to wipe your eyes. This was not happening, not again.
“No. No, Sirius said-”
“Sirius says a lot of things. But I’m here, as his friend and yours, to tell you that whatever he said was just a part of the game. His game. And you’ve lost.” Remus stood, reaching over to place a hand on your shoulder. “You’re so nice. Too nice for this. I’m sorry you got involved with Sirius.”
“Me, too.” The tears were streaming down your face, and you couldn’t tell if you were sad or angry or both. But what you did know was that everything you felt for the past few months was real. It infuriated you, however, to know that what Sirius had felt the past few months could have been fake. Completely fabricated, all for the sake of his stupid game.
You wouldn’t let him win, though. You couldn’t. You carried on with your life, happy as a bug. You smiled, you ignored Sirius, and you acted as though nothing had affected the state of your heart. Sirius Black was simply a faint memory. He had left a wound, but all that remained was a scar.
December came and went. Then January, and February. March was a blur, and suddenly it was April, and you weren’t wearing jackets on your Hogsmeade trips. Every weekend, every time you visited Hogsmeade, you passed Sirius with another girl. You would try not to glance his way, but couldn’t help but look every time he passed you with a new girl. He would never look your way, though.
It was almost as though he had forgotten those cold, Autumn nights.
