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if Scorpius and albus had a tiktok I believe they would do something like this

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*throws fanfiction to all of you* this is what i have been looking for

I’ve found the tiniest spark and started writing again, editing my WIPs, and wrapping stories up

1) We Had Found the Stars — Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Potter; Rating: M, mutichapter, and almost done! Slow burn, friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, CC-compliant, what’s-the-plot garbage. I’ve had the ending and epilogue and other chapters written since 2018(!) but I’ve been slow to update.

2) The Sunday Brunch Club — Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Potter, Ginny Weasley & Astoria Malfoy; Rating: G; one chapter. This is not CC-compliant. I’ve had this about a year! The boys meet just before Sixth Year through their mothers, who’ve become fast friends after the Malfoys returned to England and the two women meet by chance. Ginny invites Astoria to her weekly brunches in London with Fleur and Luna. One Sunday, Ginny drags Albus along knowing Astoria is going to bring Scorpius. Albus is a lonely student at Hogwarts, obsessed with Muggle magic tricks and very shy. Scorpius, who has felt similar loneliness at Beauxbatons, is immediately smitten. Ginny notices that her son feels the same.

3) Albus Potter’s Day Off — Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Potter; Rating: T (maybe M, but only for language); multichapter. If you’ve seen the American classic Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, you can guess the overall happenings. Rose is in this story as well, as a Sloan-type character, but obviously not together with Albus. Scorpius is based off of Cameron.

4) Born to Fly — Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy; Rating: G or T; one chapter(?). This is mostly an Astoria story, set when she is in her early twenties. Draco is her love interest, but not yet. This is just barely outlined.

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‪Sirius deciding Remus is the spy: I’ve connected the dots.‬

‪Peter on his way to lord voldy to expose the potter’s location: you haven’t connected shit.‬

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Don’t you love that reader’s interpretation is completely free?

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This was supposed to be an extra surprise for my previous post, but it made more sense to post it separately on tumblr. Happy Pride Month, everyone 💚

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At this point, Scorpius could throw anything Draco’s way and he wouldn’t try to change a thing about his son. Draco loves him too much to do that and sees too much of Astoria in him 💚

For HP Pride Month - Week 1 prompt: Coming Out

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Scorbus forehead kisses by @kidovna

This was my first time commissioning someone and honestly, that was such a good decision, I mean LOOK at this, so soft 🥺🥺 Thank you so much again!!

Not my art / do not repost or use without permission

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You are a know-it-all Scorpius !

(but I love you)

First time drawing them ;_; I’m still unsure about their designs , but I love them so much QAQ

More active on instagram @lunorichi)

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All of Albus and Scorpius’s wedding photos are like:

*Scorpius and Albus in the foreground kissing each other and feeding each other cake and putting the rings on each other’s fingers and genuinely being cute and in love*

*Draco and Harry trying to kill each other in the background*

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Harry Potter finds out both of his sons are gay and shouts “Does anyone here like girls?!”

Lily Luna Potter slowly raises her hand.

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James: So brother, I hear you’re interested in a certain son of our fathers worst enemy, how intresting

Albus: You’re fucking Teddy Lupin

James: Fair enough, carry on

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Albus: (phone starts ringing)

James: (looks at who is calling)

James: (laughs) You still call our dad ‘Daddy’?

Albus: (answers call and makes direct eye contact with James)

Albus: Hey, Scorpius

James: (chokes on drink)

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an anon asked me about my take on the hogwarts school robes so i messed around a little

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Not gonna lie, the first time I read the Cursed Child I had a fit of rage, but…a thing will grow on you when it’s your only cannon content serving that sweet, sweet “Albus the Grump” & “Scorpius the awkward-cinnamon-bun-nerd” action. 

So wholesome.

I need to sleep

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the next gen, in truth

Teddy Lupin: twenty-five, long cream-colored jumpers and sweater paws, morphs his face to make others laugh, perpetually changing hair (though he likes turquoise best), everyone’s older brother, dances through empty streets, unaware, unassuming of the danger lurking in the empty alleyways, visits all the owls in the Owlery so none of them feel left out, licking his lips to get the last taste of chocolate, restless fingers drumming across table tops, jittery legs bouncing up and down, clumsy falls down the stairs, nervous ruffling of the hair, sympathetic understanding behind every word, ready in an instant, always there for everyone, even before he’s there for himself Victoire Weasley: twenty-three, perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect lips, surpasses perfect expectations, blood rushing behind pale cheeks, tidy room, long days cuddled by the fire, weaving flowers into crowns, always conscious of everything and everyone, twirls hair when thinking too hard, cries into her pillow at night, floaty pink dresses at red carpet premieres, media’s little princess, delicate, like the first dandelion in a field of weeds, like the quiet wind bristling through trees, like the butterfly landing on a flower, but strong, like the ocean pounding on the sand and her mother’s steady smile Molly Weasley: twenty-one, stays up late to look at the stars, dreams about taking off, flying, soaring into the bright light of the sun, drinks hot chocolate in the summer, finds safety in her friends, purple bruises under her eyes, looking out for her sister, breathing out smoke during late nights on the Astronomy Tower, working harder than her father, playing piano on rainy Sunday afternoons, feels her heart beating out of her chest, blood pumping through her blood, mechanical smile, pretends everything is okay, muted, like a smothered fire, a flower protecting itself from sunshine, like blooming red disappearing from your cheeks James Potter: nineteen, an easy laugh that makes people fall in love, unruly black hair that has never sat down since his mother tried to comb it when he was four, bruised knuckles and glittering eyes, running laps around the quidditch pitch before the sun begins to rise, presses a kiss to his sister’s hair to show he loves her, ruffles his brother’s hair to show he cares, an easy, carefree smile that stops the heart, made of reflex, of instinct, of guts, of daring, made of throwing himself head first in front of any challenge, even if it kills him Fred Weasley: nineteen, dark hair, dark eyes, freckles dusting across his nose, quick wit that pierces the soul, lying faceup on the grass to enjoy the sun, brainstorming new pranks for the store, always beside james, forever hums new music under his breath, pours firewhisky down his burning throat, visits late night at his uncle’s grave, leaves flowers every time he goes, shoes and expectations too big for him to hope to fill but he tries nevertheless, a practiced sense of carefree that doesn’t quite reach eyes (but oh he tries) Dominique Weasley: nineteen, long eyelashes and a look that could kill, biting french mumbled under her breath, fiercely protective over her brother, full of nerves and fear, consuming her, but she hides with a wink and a smirk, pretends she’s above it all, dyes her long red hair to rebel, runs away to her uncle Charlie in Romania for four weeks before her parents bring her back home, still dreams of dragons and fire and freedom, smokes outside her parents’ cottage to try and calm her shaking hands but the shaking doesn’t stop Rose Weasley: seventeen, curly hair she wraps around her finger when she’s focusing, sneaks into the kitchens at midnight to procrastinate from studying, reads books under her covers but not books of facts, reads books of adventure, passion, and heartbreak and falls asleep dreaming of an exciting life, not her mother - would you please stop asking - but loves them more than anything, but she hates her family’s name, hates that she has to see the toll it takes on her cousins, hates that she has to see them fall apart while she has to hold strong, like the shore that refuses to break under the ocean’s waves  Lucy Weasley: seventeen, tracing constellations on her wrists, stays up too late because of thinking too hard, spends nights flying through the sky on her broomstick, wakes up with dark circles under her eyes, plays music like it’s her lifeline, strums on the guitar until her fingers bleed and mumbles lyrics under her breath until she’s mouthing them in her sleep, spends her holidays in Muggle villages visiting her mother’s family, lives on the outside edges of her family, glossed over in a sea of cousins brighter, more confident than she is, desperate for a way in Louis Weasley: seventeen, blond hair, blue eyes, body and bones sculpted by the gentle hands of the gods, the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen, the most unhappy boy you’ve ever seen, forever smoothing down his hair with trembling fingers, almost-there snark covered in a shroud of uncertainty, breathes deeply to remember where he is, floats on his back in the ocean until he feels like he’s dreaming, kisses boys against cool sheets in the dead of the night, presses his lips to their fingertips when the morning comes, closes his eyes hoping he wakes up in someone else’s skin, opens his eyes realizing this is the only thing he’s ever going to get Albus Potter: seventeen, green eyes often accompanied by “you have your father’s eyes” which he knows, thank you very much, different from everyone in his family but tries so hard to keep it in, uneasy panic that keeps him awake at night, falls in love with best friend and tastes the stars in his mouth, presses kisses on his shoulders to tell him i love you, sometimes wakes up screaming in the middle of the night so panicked he thinks he may as well be dead, calms down when scor pulls him in close and whispers i love you, thinks that it’s not now but one day maybe this will all be okay Roxanne Weasley: sixteen, emits joy and brightness unlike anybody else, a giggle and cheeky smirk that’s often accompanied with a small explosion somewhere, loud, confident, unabashedly herself, the kind of comfortable in her own skin that’s magnetic, draws everyone in the room towards her, defends her family with unmatched love and ferocity, dancing in the rain until her feet feel like falling off, kissing the girl and holding her hand in the hall because she’s proud of who she is, Paris, Rome, Japan, new and exciting adventures every day, always moving, never stopping Lily Potter: fifteen, sparkling hazel eyes and a shock of red hair, unbridled joy for seeing the world around her, but a strong appreciation for the little moments, helps her grandma knit sweaters during Christmas holidays, spends summer afternoons babysitting for Muggle children in the nearby village, relaxes by the Black Lake to bask in the sun, picks flowers from meadows and gifts them to her family and friends, loves the feeling of wind going through her hair as she’s flying through the sky, breathes a little easier when surrounded by the ones she loves Hugo Weasley: fifteen, quiet, observant, in his own world, skinny elbows, knees, and ribs that peek from behind his skin, chews on his bottom lip when thinking, wrings his hands under the table when he thinks no one’s looking, reserved but ever present, like the cool fog on early spring mornings, or the birds perched at the edge of the windowsill, dreams of running away and freedom and leaving everything behind, spends late nights at the library pouring over potions and creatures and spells, feels like banging on the tables and screaming asking when he’s going to get noticed but slips by, unnoticed

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if shipping is a subject i can be a professor already

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scorbus + 25

i am so sorry for how long this took omg

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"No way. We're trying again."

"What?"

"That wasn't fair," Albus spluttered. "My nose was itchy."

"Your nose?" Scorpius raised a brow.

"Yeah, my nose." Albus sat back, his chest slowly starting to rise and fall at its original pace.

Out of pure boredom, he'd suggested having a breathing competition, something he used to do with his sister when they were younger. Lily would get so competitive that Albus would often purposefully let his breath out just so that some colour could return to her freckled face as she followed suit. Albus wouldn't have been surprised if she'd gone on to the point of passing out.

"Just admit I can hold my breath longer than you," Scorpius said, grinning triumphantly.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes, only pretending to be bothered. "We have different lung sizes."

"Oh, right," Scorpius laughed. "I'm sure our air capacities are drastically different."

"Shut up," Albus said, throwing a pillow at his best friend, who may have had strong lungs, but was a terrible pillow-dodger.

"Hey! You didn't call a pillow fight," Scorpius said, as the pillow bounced onto the floor.

"I'm calling it now, aren't I?"

"You technically still haven't - hey!" Scorpius's sentence was cut off as another fluffy pillow smacked into the side of his head.

Albus grinned as the second pillow hit the target. He leaned over to grab a third.

"Okay, first of all - Albus, stop it!" Scorpius yelped, scrambling towards the headboard of his four-poster bed. "You're not supposed to throw them."

"Oh, are there rules for pillow fights now?" Albus teased, tossing another one towards Scorpius, who surprisingly managed to avoid getting hit square in the face. Instead, it merely skimmed his shoulder before hitting the wall and landing back on the bed.

Scorpius giggled, attempting to reach the foot of the bed without getting the worst of the attack.

Albus nearly fell off the bed twice over the course of the next five minutes. It was considerably difficult being a sixteen year old boy and trying to move around on a twin sized bed without slipping off.

When he finally did fall, his quick reflexes came in quite useful. So did the little furry rug Scorpius had placed beside his bed that Albus teased him relentlessly about, but was immensely grateful for in that moment. He managed to avoid any major pain, but his hand stung slightly from where he'd brought it out to block his fall.

"Ouch," Albus complained, wincing as he sat up on the rug.

Scorpius burst out laughing. Albus couldn't bring himself to even fake being upset. Scorpius's laughter had that effect on him; it was just so contagious.

"Are you - are you... okay?" Scorpius let out in between bursts of laughter.

"I think I broke my wrist," Albus lied. "It just bent the wrong way. This isn't funny."

"I'm sorry." Scorpius covered his mouth with one hand. "This must be so difficult for you."

Albus really didn't think he was all that hilarious. Most of his jokes consisted of sarcasm or lying, and yet, Scorpius always seemed to laugh at everything he said. And they were genuine laughs too, not the kind you'd let out just so you didn't appear disinterested. It was kind of sweet. In fact, Albus could confidently say that Scorpius's laughter was the one thing that always managed to lift his mood, no matter how dire the situation.

"Why are you grinning so much?" Scorpius raised his eyebrows teasingly. "I thought you broke your wrist."

Albus hadn't even realized a fond smile had slowly been making its way onto his face. It was certainly too late to try and hide it now.

"I did break my wrist," he clarified. "It’s just... I love the way you laugh."

"You do?"

"Yeah,” Albus said, cheeks warming the slightest bit.

"Even when I'm laughing at you?"

"Even then."