Happy Birthday p01s0n3d!
This is late and probably nothing like you were thinking about when you gave me the prompt "Al, Scorpius, and vanilla scented candles" but it's what fell out of me head anyway! XD I'm kind of freaked out by how obsessive Al is here. o_O
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, Nikk. It's unbetaed and very weird. XD
Title: Vanilla Roses
Rating: PG
Genre: romance
Ship: AS/S
Word count: ~700
Summary: Albus loves Scorpius, but his attempt to seduce him fails. Or does it?
You stood there, staring at me, the light from the vanilla scented candles turning your white-blonde hair yellow. I knew then, from the look in your eyes, that I had imagined everything.
That time you smiled at me from across the Great Hall? That was you being polite. And when you offered to help me with Potions it was just a ploy to get my help with Charms. You never thought of me as a friend, let alone a love interest.
I told myself you were bisexual when I saw you making out with a girl by the greenhouses. I pretended I had a chance when I didn't. You're straight as a broom, and I'm queer as a herd of pink elephants.
Why did I do this to myself? Why did I think I could have you? You're the top of the class, the leader of Slytherin, and the king of the Quidditch Pitch. I'm "The Son of The Saviour." My father is my only claim to fame.
I decided to put myself out there though. I hung around you and your group, and I let your friends make fun of me. It didn't matter what they said because I had your attention. You would rest your eyes on me for mere seconds, and I would feel my heart flutter in my chest. You are my drug, my addiction, my world. I was nothing before I met you, and I'll be nothing again if you leave me.
When you mentioned you loved roses, I went out and clipped the most beautiful roses in the garden for you. You said you loved vanilla scented candles, so tonight I filled your room with them. I lit the candles, strewed the roses around, and cast a privacy spell to keep your roommates out. Then I sat here to wait for you.
When you opened the door, you smelled the candles first. I saw your nostrils flare and your eyes drifted closed as you smiled with pleasure. When you opened your eyes you noticed the roses and reached out to touch one. Then you looked at me, and your gaze hardened. I knew then that I had made a mistake and that I had lost you.
You removed your hand from the rose and crossed your arms. Your glare pierced my heart, and I looked away. You demanded answers then, answers to questions I had never imagined you would ask.
"What is this? Is this a joke?"
No, it wasn't a joke. It was my pitiful attempt of telling you how much I loved you.
"Are you gay? Do you think I'm gay?"
Yes, I'm gay. No, I knew you were straight. I was just crazy, crazy in love, and I wanted to show you that love.
"What the hell do you mean you love me? You hardly know me!"
I know that you hate Potions even though it's your best subject. Your favorite color is silver, you love swimming in the lake, and you despise people who insult your father. When you sleep you drool a bit and snore like a little puppy. You've dated four girls, and dumped four girls. When you grow up you want to be an Auror. I know you like I know myself.
"I can't… Albus, I just… I'm not gay!"
I know.
"Will you leave? Please? Just… thank you for the candles and the roses. But leave, now, please."
Of course, I love you. Goodbye. I won't bother you again. I'm sorry.
I moved past you to the door, dispelling the privacy ward. My hand was on the doorknob when you touched my arm.
"I need to think about this. Give me a few days. I do… you're my friend. I don't want to lose you."
I looked at you, and I felt my heart thump. Your eyes were soft, and I could see something in them. Perhaps I hadn't imagined everything after all.
I nodded, and I left, but I couldn't get you out of my head. I might still be deluding myself, but maybe we can make it work. Maybe there is still a chance that I can earn your love and become who you want me to be.
I'll do anything to be yours.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, Nikk. It's unbetaed and very weird. XD
Title: Vanilla Roses
Rating: PG
Genre: romance
Ship: AS/S
Word count: ~700
Summary: Albus loves Scorpius, but his attempt to seduce him fails. Or does it?
You stood there, staring at me, the light from the vanilla scented candles turning your white-blonde hair yellow. I knew then, from the look in your eyes, that I had imagined everything.
That time you smiled at me from across the Great Hall? That was you being polite. And when you offered to help me with Potions it was just a ploy to get my help with Charms. You never thought of me as a friend, let alone a love interest.
I told myself you were bisexual when I saw you making out with a girl by the greenhouses. I pretended I had a chance when I didn't. You're straight as a broom, and I'm queer as a herd of pink elephants.
Why did I do this to myself? Why did I think I could have you? You're the top of the class, the leader of Slytherin, and the king of the Quidditch Pitch. I'm "The Son of The Saviour." My father is my only claim to fame.
I decided to put myself out there though. I hung around you and your group, and I let your friends make fun of me. It didn't matter what they said because I had your attention. You would rest your eyes on me for mere seconds, and I would feel my heart flutter in my chest. You are my drug, my addiction, my world. I was nothing before I met you, and I'll be nothing again if you leave me.
When you mentioned you loved roses, I went out and clipped the most beautiful roses in the garden for you. You said you loved vanilla scented candles, so tonight I filled your room with them. I lit the candles, strewed the roses around, and cast a privacy spell to keep your roommates out. Then I sat here to wait for you.
When you opened the door, you smelled the candles first. I saw your nostrils flare and your eyes drifted closed as you smiled with pleasure. When you opened your eyes you noticed the roses and reached out to touch one. Then you looked at me, and your gaze hardened. I knew then that I had made a mistake and that I had lost you.
You removed your hand from the rose and crossed your arms. Your glare pierced my heart, and I looked away. You demanded answers then, answers to questions I had never imagined you would ask.
"What is this? Is this a joke?"
No, it wasn't a joke. It was my pitiful attempt of telling you how much I loved you.
"Are you gay? Do you think I'm gay?"
Yes, I'm gay. No, I knew you were straight. I was just crazy, crazy in love, and I wanted to show you that love.
"What the hell do you mean you love me? You hardly know me!"
I know that you hate Potions even though it's your best subject. Your favorite color is silver, you love swimming in the lake, and you despise people who insult your father. When you sleep you drool a bit and snore like a little puppy. You've dated four girls, and dumped four girls. When you grow up you want to be an Auror. I know you like I know myself.
"I can't… Albus, I just… I'm not gay!"
I know.
"Will you leave? Please? Just… thank you for the candles and the roses. But leave, now, please."
Of course, I love you. Goodbye. I won't bother you again. I'm sorry.
I moved past you to the door, dispelling the privacy ward. My hand was on the doorknob when you touched my arm.
"I need to think about this. Give me a few days. I do… you're my friend. I don't want to lose you."
I looked at you, and I felt my heart thump. Your eyes were soft, and I could see something in them. Perhaps I hadn't imagined everything after all.
I nodded, and I left, but I couldn't get you out of my head. I might still be deluding myself, but maybe we can make it work. Maybe there is still a chance that I can earn your love and become who you want me to be.
I'll do anything to be yours.