#albus and scorpius

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Random stuff about scorbus

1. Scorpius has never been to a hairdresser before and only lets Albus trim his hair (he used to only let his mom do it, but we all know how that went 😬)

2. Whenever anything sad happens in a TV show or movie, Scorpius just full-on cries, and Albus tries to act tough but cries too and swears, "There's just something in my eye".

3. Scorpius and Albus both fidget a lot and like doing stuff with their hands, so Albus almost always has on thick clumpy nail polish that he picks at, and Scorpius has on jewelry like necklaces or rings he fucks with. (Later on in their hogwarts years, they just straight up hold hands instead)

[hyperion-severus]

[clumsily-stacked-fandoms]

I'm rereading the Cursed Child after five-something years and I'm laughing at how much gay vibes this has like COME ON

SERIOUSLY???

[darklinaforever]

So apparently in the new interpretations of The Cursed Child, they changed the fact that Scorpius (Draco's son) would have a crush on Rose (Romione's daughter) at the end, and completely assumed the queer subtext. Sorbius, that is to say between Scorpius & Albus (son of Harry & Ginny) ? I validate. It improves the room a lot for me...

[beavillains]

7th years out on a joyride.

I can't believe that this is their last year at Hogwarts :,(

[strawberryscorp]

albus "five nights at freddy's movie" potter and scorpius "paw patrol- mighty pups" malfoy

[lux-and-obscurus]

character intros for my nextgen hp fic (not a social media au, just wanted to do something creative n cute

i've written (and posted) the first chap of my nextgen harry potter fic on tumblr and i'll be posting it on ao3 later today @ luxandobscurus

lmk what u guys think of these cute profiles

[thecursedchildcomic]

I've been meaning to make a proper cover page so here! I had a lot of drafts for this but this is the best one yet!

Version without title below cut;

Do what you want with it idc

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have a scorbus something... snippet? scene? not even sure, but have it anyway!

"What's up with you?" Scorpius asked from his bed, placing his quill down to give Albus his full attention.

Albus halted in his tracks, not realising that his out-of-character behaviour had been so noticeable. He slowly removed his robes as he shrugged. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Really?" Scorpius said, only a hint of annoyance in his tone. But his eyes were soft and full of concern. "Because you've been practically avoiding me all day and acting out in classes, which is when I know something is going on in your mind. And you don't have to tell me, but please don't straight up lie to me and tell me you're fine when all the evidence points to you not being fine."

"I want to tell you," Albus started, losing his confidence almost as quickly as it came. He could barely look at Scorpius.

"But?"

Albus sighed. "But I don't want you to look at me differently." Scorpius raised his eyebrows, urging Albus to go on. "Because I like the way you look at me. You look at me with this softness and this innocence and if I tell you what's going on, it might change the way you see me and no longer look at me like that and if you want me to be honest with you, that might kill me."

"What if I promise not to see you any differently?" Scorpius had this look of concern on his face now as he shuffled around, feet on the floor, perched on the end of his bed.

"You can't promise me that."

"I can promise that you're my best friend and whatever it is that's troubling you also troubles me, so we can figure this out together, Albus."

The way Scorpius said his name made his knees go weak. It made him want to tell him all his secrets, like the way he was foolishly in love with him. And before Albus knew it, words were spilling from his mouth.

"I like someone," he started. If Scorpius was surprised, he didn't show it. He only watched him intensely. "And this person, they're great and kind and funny and so smart and way out of my league, and I shouldn't feel this way about them but no matter how hard I try, I just can't unfeel these things. It's like they put a spell on me and every day, I wake up and I can't stop thinking about them. About you. Because it's you, it's always you, and you're there with your soft eyes and careful smile and you have me in a chokehold."

Albus was pacing back and forth now, his legs needing to move as fast as his words were. Scorpius stayed silent, watching him gather his thoughts and blurt them out. "And I shouldn't feel this way because you're my best friend, I cherish that more than anything, but the tragic truth, Scorpius, is that I can't stop thinking about kissing you!"

The room was silent as the words Albus blurted hung between them. He stopped pacing, barely able to look at his best friend. His eyes were pinned on his socked feet, when two more feet appeared in his line of vision.

Mismatched socks. A direct opposition to Albus' black socks.

"Then just do it."

Albus' head shot up, green eyes meeting grey.

"What?"

"Just do it." Scorpius repeated, not an ounce of regret swimming in his eyes. "Get it out of your head."

Scorpius usually struggled with eye contact, but he held Albus' eye like his life depended on it. Albus' heart was beating so fast he was almost sure he would pass out soon enough. He couldn't be hearing Scorpius right, surely his brain was playing tricks on him.

But there was his best friend, standing in front of him, daring him to kiss him.

"Do it, Albus, before I do."

Without a second longer to think, Albus' hands were on Scorpius' cheeks and he was pulling him close until their lips connected. It was desperate and messy and Albus almost pulled away prematurely, but then Scorpius' hands were on his hips, pulling their bodies closer and their kiss deepened as he tilted his head slightly to the side. It felt like a lifetime, a lifetime of pure undiluted joy, of everything he had ever wanted.

They slowly pulled apart, but their bodies remained close together, eyes locked and breathing ragged. Albus' skin was on fire where Scorpius' fingers gripped at his waist. Albus realised then that this wasn't just a silly crush, but that he would burn the world down for this boy in his arms. He would fight wars and travel oceans to see him smile, he would climb mountains to see him happy, he would duel anyone who made him sad. Scorpius was the only thing that mattered to him.

"Now you can stop thinking about it," Scorpius said, his breathing still not caught up with him. "And the next time you do think about it, you can just do it."

His eyes widened.

"I mean, if you want to do it again, that is."

"Absolutely," Albus whispered, barely finding his words.

Scorpius grinned, his smile brighter than ever and Albus couldn't help but mirror it, his heart now lighter. Scorpius gripped his waist tighter, pulling him impossibly closer and just before their lips met again, Scorpius mumbled, "now it's my turn."

[the-luna-scamander]

I need your help!!! Is there a Bootleg with Jonathan Case as Scorpius?

[anopoulos]

It's officially their two year anniversary (since it's been canon) so here are my favourites of them

Happy anniversary boys!

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James Sirius: Scorpius and Albus have been in Albus's room for a while. Maybe we should... check on them

Lily Luna: All you're trying to do is catch them doing something wrong or inappropriate

James Sirius: I would never do such a selfish thing! But you can't deny that you're not curious.

Lily Luna:... okay fine

[They go up to Albus's room and slam the door open, revealing a shocked looking Scorpius and annoyed Albus. There's strings and beads on the floor, where Albus and Scorpius are sitting criss cross apple sauce, most of them in a few little containers]

James Sirius: I- what the fuck?

Albus Severus: we're making bracelets bitch

......

Scorpius: You guys want some?

Lily Luna: Hell yeah

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I was thinking about how Scorpius says he’s going to try out for the Quidditch team and this is how I think it would go down…

The entire week prior to tryouts, he’s waking up extra early before classes and dragging Albus out to the pitch to practice (only once the sun is up though, so they don’t have to think about last year's events).

So when the announcement comes out stating who made it on the team, Albus reads Scorpius’ name right next to the word ‘reserve’ and turns to the other boy with an apologetic look, knowing he was hoping for seeker. Even after all that hard work he put in over the summer and during the first week of school, he still hadn’t made an actual spot. But despite Albus’ sudden preparation to console his friend, Scorpius is beaming, a smile splitting his face.

“I made it! I made it on the team!” He was practically jumping up and down as he gripped Albus’ shoulders, “Do you see that? That’s my name right there! I must write my father at once!”

Albus is apprehensive — had he tried out and only made reserve he would’ve quit and withdrawn his name, never letting anyone in his family know he even attempted for the team. But he gladly celebrates with Scorpius.

It isn���t even until the end of term that Scorpius finally gets to play. It had been nearly a whole year of Albus decking himself in Slytherin gear just to sit alone in the stands. He would cheer and wave at his boyfriend who was always sat on the bench where he’d sit the whole game giddily, just happy to be included.

One of the Slytherin chasers had broken a leg in a nasty fall during the last match and had been instructed to sit out for the next one. That meant it was finally Scorpius’ chance to shine. Albus hadn’t confessed how nervous he was for the blond boy earlier that day at breakfast. He knew Scorpius wasn’t all that nimble — he had nearly grown another three inches within the last few months, and he could never quite adjust to the length of his limbs in time for them to grow again. He also had a tendency to get distracted… But Albus hadn’t wanted to put a damper on Scorpius’ excitement so he had kept his mouth shut.

Scorpius rambled on and on about how ready he was and how much he had been training for this moment from the minute they left the breakfast table and all the way down to the pitch that had slowly begun filling with students.

Albus bid him goodbye at the changing room doors, and with a good luck kiss to the cheek he was off to be the worry-some boyfriend in the stands.

The match seems to be going fine for the most part, Scorpius is able to score a few goals and Albus is sure his throat will rip out from how eagerly he cheers for him. But unfortunately his hard work is still nothing compared to how many goals the Hufflepuff chasers are able to score. Albus thinks they might actually make it through the match without any issues until suddenly one of the Hufflepuff beaters is being thrown off his broom and straight into Scorpius.

Albus’ stomach falls as he watches his boyfriends head of white blond hair plummeting towards the pitch, his broom shooting off towards the opposite stands. He had never shot up from his seat and ran towards the stairs so fast. His heart was hammering in his chest both from the exertion of running, which he didn’t do often, as well as panic for his boyfriend's safety.

He hears shouts as he darts across the pitch to where professors and players have swarmed around the Hufflepuff beater and Scorpius.

The beater is holding his arm and groaning as the nurse mutters about him. Albus’ eyes finally land on Scorpius expecting the worst. Surely bones are broken, he’ll probably be weary of ever getting on a broom again, let alone going up high — it was probably over a hundred and fifty feet that he had just fallen.

But there Scorpius was, sitting up in the grass with the same beaming grin on his face that he had the day the teams were announced.

“Albus!” He shouted as his boyfriend came into view, “Did you see that? Wasn’t that wicked?”

Albus couldn’t wipe the petrified look off his own face as he fell to his knees next to Scorpius, his hands going to Scorpius’ shoulders and then to his face, holding him tenderly.

“You’re alright?”

“Of course I am! McGonagall’s wonderful cushion charms! Oh, but I do think I broke my ankle!” He said cheerfully as if he had been offered sweets

Albus’ eyes glanced down at Scorpius’ foot that was twisted in an unnatural direction. Albus cringed, his stomach turning uncomfortably at the sight. He quickly turned back to face his boyfriend. His cheerful attitude had not been when he was expecting at all. He was far too perky for the situation he had found himself in.

“I’ve always wanted to have a cool quidditch story to tell!” Scorpius explained, only wincing slightly as he shifted his leg before his grin returned, “and now I’ve got one.”

Albus shook his head, still clutching Scorpius’ face, “You idiot, I thought you had died or something!”

Scorpius just laughed and the sound filled Albus’ chest with warmth. He was unable to keep the fond smile from cropping up on his face.

Later, towards the very end of term, when the couple was laid in bed together, the curtains drawn tight so their dormmates didn’t eavesdrop, Scorpius confessed something to Albus.

“I don’t think I’m going to try out for the quidditch team next year,” he admitted quietly.

Albus furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Scorpius had seemed to love being on the team, even though he had only truly played one game. He still raved about his mighty fall and kept the proud letters from his father about making the team.

“Why not? I thought you loved it. And next year you’ll have an even better chance making an actual position,” Albus inquired. Granted, he would secretly be glad he wouldn’t have to wake up early on the weekends for game days anymore. But seeing Scorpius eagerly engaged with something was more important than getting a few extra hours of shut-eye.

“I dunno. I don’t think it’s for me,” Scorpius sighed. “I was pleased to make the team, and now I have a story to tell, but I think next year I want to focus on me things.”

Albus still couldn’t understand. Scorpius’ attitude towards quidditch all year would never have led Albus to predict this conversation. Scorpius had checked out every possible book on quidditch from the library and had whole notebooks full of notes on moves and players.

“Has the team been bullying you? Are they saying stuff?” Albus wondered.

Initially there had been a few hard-headed responses, saying Scorpius didn’t deserve to be on the team due to last year’s fiasco, and the rumors that hadn’t truly died about him being Voldemort's son. But they had quickly died off after a few curt threats from Albus himself.

“No, no, no! They've all been great,” Scorpius assured. “I just think… maybe I’m not a quidditch guy, you know? I had my fun. I think it’s time to move on.”

Albus knew what he meant, neither of them were quidditch guys. He had thought that last year when Scorpius had first mentioned wanting to try out for the team. But he had always been sure to support Scorpius in what he wanted. He had made a promise of that when he had made a promise to Scorpius to not be so self centered.

“You know I’ll support you in anything,” Albus assured, “But why don’t you think this over during the summer? I don’t want you to regret it.”

Scorpius hummed and pulled Albus closer — it would be the last night they got to share a bed for a little while, as tomorrow they were to board the Hogwarts Express to head home for the summer holidays. “I don’t think I need to. I’ve made up my mind.”

[thatslytherinqueen]

Albus and Scorpius 🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚

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untitled scorbus wip snippet

aka i'm bored and trying to ease back into writing so I can finally finish life after so heres a bit of my dumb annoyances to lovers scorbus fic based somewhat loosely on shadow and bone verse wesper where scorpius works with cbj at a bubble tea shop and may or may not have had reason to be rude to albus (who has definitely never met him before!!!!) <3

“He was just so rude! He was completely arrogant, he had a problem with me almost the moment I walked in the door— I’m fucked if I know why—and he was so—” “Rude?” Polly sighs, both exasperated and amused at once. “You have repeated this about six times now, Albus.” “Because I still can’t believe it! I’m in shock, I’m actually in shock. You owe me four pounds by the way.” “We both know I’m not giving you four pounds.” “We do,” Albus concedes, his shoulders dropping, “but you could at least pretend.” “I would, buttercup, but you know I have a real thing about honesty,” Polly hums. She takes another sip of her coconut tea and pauses, both for effect and to chew a couple of pearls. “Which is why I’m also going to tell you it sounds like you kind of want to fuck this barista.” Albus splutters. “Excuse me?!” “You spent a little too long describing his hair at the start there,” Polly says, “and using the word freakishly when talking about his blue eyes actually does nothing but tell me that you were paying attention.” “I was painting you a picture!” “You were writing me the beginning of an erotic novel.”

[beavillains]

The only dynamic that exists.