scorpion king : scorpius malfoy x reader
request: omg so glad you’re taking requests again!! would you be able to write something where the reader asks the scorpion king to the blood ball (instead of polly 🤢)? hope you’re safe and healthy!!
a/n: i really, really hope u enjoy!! also this gif worked out mf perfectly so hd
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Scorpius is confused, bewildered; he’s beyond exhausted. The dark robes he wears itches against his skin, it’s too polyester and starched for comfort, and he aches for his familiar Hogwarts robes, or his wool cardigan; he needs something soft to remind him that there’s still light.
He’s stumbling through this world, this world that comes with nothing good and everything deranged. He feels like he can’t breathe, because Albus is dead. Harry Potter’s dead -- a scream cuts off his thoughts. People are dying, here.
This Scorpius, Scorpius thinks while looking down at his hands, has killed people. This Scorpius has tortured.
Yann Fredericks and Karl Jenkins confirm this, as they high-five him like he’s their friend. Somehow they’ve forgotten about all the years they’ve taunted him, and belittled him, and spit on his books after scrawling “Voldemort’s son” in bold letters on the back of his trunk.
And then there’s Polly Chapman. The same Polly Chapman, who has made it crystal clear that she wants nothing to do with either him or Albus. Even though she’s never directly said a mean word to Scorpius’s face, he knows she’s downright awful to Albus, and suddenly an intense, bitter dislike churns in his gut.
Yann and Karl nudge him, quickly. Scorpius looks up to see Polly staring at him, expectantly. So she’s still the same, after all, still disinterested and cool. But there’s something else there, too, and Scorpius realizes, with confusion, that it’s pride.
“What?” Scorpius ends up saying, because now his eyes have landed on something else, someone else, and he can’t breathe. There, standing a little to the side of Polly, is you.
He sags in relief and makes the motion to run to you. Yet just as his eyes soften and he’s about to bolt toward you, Yann hisses in his ear.
“Hey, Scorpion King. Are you taking her, or what?”
Scorpius doesn’t register what Yann’s said. He’s focused on looking anywhere but Polly, and that means looking at you. Maybe one of the reasons he can’t bring himself to run straight to you is because you’re not giving him your goofy smile, and as you lean against the wall, with your hair smooth and pristine, he realizes, disappointedly, that the smirk twisting up your lips is anything but familiar.
He catches the latter end of Polly’s sentence, “-- taking me to the Blood Ball.”
Scorpius is caught with disbelief. He chokes. “What?” He looks at Yann and Karl, then finally back at Polly. “You want me to take you to a ball?” He shakes his head definitely, stepping backwards. “No, no thank you.”
Polly blinks. The tilt of her chin lowers, and her upper lip quivers uncertainly; “No?” She recovers quickly, throwing an irritated look at Yann. “What is going on with you?” She sidesteps you and completely ghosts past, and maybe that’s because you’re clearly failing to stifle a giggle.
The three of them: Polly, Karl, and Yann leave, and Scorpius lets out a long breath of air.
He’s startled again, this time, by the sound of applause echoing through the halls. “Wow. Didn’t know you had it in you,” is what he hears, as he finally registers this as your voice. “Rumor was that you’ve been obsessed with beautiful Polly Chapman for years.”
Even with seeing the words leave your mouth, Scorpius still doesn’t recognize you. Your voice cuts straight through the air, almost sultry-like, and it sends an uneasy chill down his spine. You’re so different. Half of him wonders if this is even you, or maybe, instead, some demonic half-twin that you’ve forgotten to mention.
“I didn’t believe it, though.” You offer him a grin, but Scorpius is still not convinced. “I’m going to shoot my shot. Go with me to the Ball.”
A wave of exhaustion washes over him. He stumbles, losing his footing against the floor. He would be crashing any second, if you weren’t so quick to surge forward, catching his arm and gently draping it across your shoulders.
When he meets your gaze again, he’s surprised to see genuine concern written across your features. “You’re not alright. You’re acting strange.”
Scorpius blinks, dazed. “Is it that obvious?”
To add to his surprise, you laugh. It’s almost gentle, again, and nothing like the way you’d been portraying yourself earlier. “Yes, Scorpion King. It’s very obvious. For once in your life, you don’t seem like you’ve got everything put together.”
Ouch.
“I promise I’m more fun than Polly, though,” you tease, devilishly. “I’d give you a good time.”
Scorpius flushes. “Oh. I didn’t --”
“Scorpius, please,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “Let loose, you’re so on edge.”
“You want me … to go to the ball with you?” He blinks, and the words feel strange on his tongue. “Like a date?”
You sigh frustratedly. “I like you, you like me. You don’t really like labels. You haven’t for years. But if that’s what you want, sure.”
Scorpius turns away from you after you say this. He just misses you. The real you. The you that likes to jump-scare him before morning breakfast, and the you who stands up on your tiptoes to ruffle his hair because he grew so much over the summer holidays, (taller even than you!), and he misses the you that falls asleep with your head tucked safely against his chest.
“I’ve picked out a dress, you know. It’s dark emerald, obviously, but it’s got some velvet undertones and black stitching. We could match. Be best dressed, win Blood Crown.”
Scorpius nods blankly.
It hurts him, pains him, to hear you say this. It doesn’t feel right. Not when he’s heard you tell him a million times that if you were to go to a ball, you’d wear a long black dress with gold stitching, and everything about this you is so much different than the other you he knows. He just wants to disappear.
Nothing’s ever easy, is it?
He stands up quickly, ignoring your protests as he walks away from you. And even so, walking away while knowing that the person he’s leaving isn’t really you, is still one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do.
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He sees you again, for real, this time, when you run into the Slytherin dorms and pull him into a huge hug.
This time he doesn’t see it, since it’s another of your infamous jump-scares. But this time he’s slow to turn around, terrified that he’s done something wrong, and that this won’t really be you. He won’t be able to handle the disappointment if that’s true. Yet when he carefully meets your gaze, it’s nothing like he fears. In fact, he can’t move. He can’t breathe.
You’re glowing, radiating happiness as you say something with an infectious grin, and Scorpius can’t help but stare and try to memorize your features.
Lively eyes. Soft hair. Cute nose. Soothing voice.
“Take a picture, Scorp,” you tease, poking him in the chest, “it’d last longer.”
Scorpius hums as he laughs, and half of him realizes that maybe, if that other you liked him, maybe this you would like him, too.
“Go out with me,” Scorpius blurts out. “Please. I don’t want to lose you again.”
Your expression blanks, and then toggles between elation and joy. As quickly as that happens, your features soften as you register the rest of what he’s said. “Scorp, I don’t know what happened,” you murmur, looking into his eyes, “but you’re not losing me. Promise.”
Scorpius gazes at you uncertainly. “Promise?”
You grin at him. “I already told you. I promise. And yes, I’ll go out with you, you dummy.”
Scorpius smiles and wraps you into a hug, melting into you. “I missed you so much.”
“Me, too.”
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I have an obsession with Scorp 🥺🥺, knitting/crocheting with Scorp headcannon🥺🥺👉👈. I love the way you write, you are doing great sweetie
aww tysm bb i love you !!! muah
When you first see Scorpius after returning from winter holidays, Scorpius is all over the scarf he sees you wearing
He won’t stop gushing about the colors, and how soft it feels, and demands you tell him immediately where he can buy one just like it. He tells you there is no way that you got this from Hogwarts because it’s so pretty
“Is it a muggle store? Because I don’t have any muggle money, but I will pay you back in love and affection!1!!!1! Promise, really! And HUGS!”
Biggest mood of the year is his reaction when you tell him that no, you can’t buy this in a muggle store, because you made it.
His jaw drops (legit unhinged, i tell you), and he’s shocked silent
Then, as he starts smiling broadly, he demands (cutely) that you teach him how to make one.
He sits with you near the fireplace in the common room while it snows, and he listens attentively, eager to learn how to knit and also because he really just wants to impress you so that maybe you’ll give him some more attention 🥺👉👈
As he’s knitting you get a little too distracted with how mf cute he looks and don’t realize until it’s too late that he made a huge hole in the middle of his scarf, and now you’re gonna have to unravel all his precious work and his eyes go all wide and sad
But you help him count his stitches and make sure he’s not stretching the yarn too much, and then help him learn the pattern of slipping the needle through each stitch, then wrapping the excess yarn around, and finally pushing the completed stitch over the needle.
When you’re done, and after many long hours and nights by the fireplace, he has his scarf, and it’s a little messy but Scorpius LOVES it, and he’s so happy he peppers your face in kisses, and he wears it all the time
Brags about his scarf 24/7
“Oh this? Yeah, (Y/N) helped me make it! (Y/N)’s awesome!
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