#i bought both studs and the ring at my piercing place and they’re all the same kind of metal

[steviescrystals]

SO fucking sick of my nose piercing being infected for no reason literally what am i doing wrong!!!

[lupin-for-president]

Scorbus Headcanons

(Please tell me if you would like me to write a short fic off of any of these, because I love them)

Scorpius is insanely affectionate, don’t even try to argue with me on this one, you know it’s true

Even when he and Albus are still “just friends” he is touching him All. The. Time.

The worst part is Albus doesn’t even realize Scorp is doing it at this point because he’s just so used to all of this affection from him

James passes them in the library one day and sees Scorpius with his arms wrapped around his brother’s waist while Albus is looking on the shelves for a book and he’s just like “????”

When James asks Albus about it later he is just like “Oh, I didn’t even notice.”

By the time they start their third year no one in the school is sure whether they’re dating or just friends because they’re with each other 24/7

Albus does weird motherly things for Scorpius like fold his clothes and wipes the crumbs off of his face at dinner

Albus also picks out all of Scorpius’ clothes for when they go to Hogsmeade or other trips and complains the entire time which drives Scorpius mad

“You’d think coming from a family like yours you’d have more class, Scorp. Really, it’s almost shameful.”

“Well I’m sorry that you took more after my own father than I did, Al.”

Even though he has better fashion sense, Albus literally just walks around in their dorm shirtless and in grey sweats which drives Scorpius up the fucking wall

Albus gets jealous as hell any time someone apart from his family talks to Scorpius for more than fifteen minutes at a time and will pull him away without an explanation

“Al, that was rude! She was in the middle of her sentence!”

“I don’t fucking care what she was in the middle of, she was basically undressing you with her eyes and it was bloody disgusting.”

Scorpius just smiles and throws an arm around Albus’ shoulders whispering things like “Jealous, love?” and “You want to do that yourself?”

Albus blushes like crazy any time he gets called out for showing any interest at all in Scorpius and you can’t change my mind

The amount of sass in this relationship is unmatched. I mean, their father’s are Draco I-didn’t-know-you-could-read Malfoy and Harry No-need-to-call-me-sir-Professor Potter, would you expect anything less???

Like when they’re sitting on the couch in the common room

“Hey Scorp, mind running up to the dorm and grabbing my book for me?”

“I wasn’t aware I was your errand boy, Al. Would you like me to fetch you some supper next?”

Or when they’re in the middle of class working on a new Potion

“Al, you think you could lend me an extra hand over here?”

“Sure, but I actually really fancy having two, ya know. And the blood would be a real bugger to get out of my robes.”

Albus doesn’t even know what a chair is anymore because he’s always sitting in Scorpius’ lap, regardless of where they are and who they’re in front of

There is so much unintentional PDA between the two of them it is unreal

The first time Scorpius kisses Albus on the cheek in public it’s a total accident

He was on his way to study but Albus had scored a detention for backtalking a Professor so he had to separate from him for a few hours

Without thinking, he just leans in and places a quick peck to Albus’ cheek

He doesn’t even realize what he’s done until he turns around and comes face to face with a wide eyed Rose

“Scorpius, did you just do what I think you just did?” Rose asks, bewildered.

Oh, both the boys are completely flustered

On any given afternoon Scorpius can be found curled up in one of Albus’ sweaters and his face buried into his chest/neck

Albus just pretends he’s not there or lightly rubs his back or runs his hands through his hair

When Scorpius goes through his “rebellious” phase about mid fourth year, he convinces Albus to pierce his ears at like midnight on a Tuesday

To make Scorpius stop crying, Albus pierces his too

You can only imagine the slightly mortified look on Ginny’s face (and the immensely proud one on Teddy’s) when Albus comes home for Christmas modeling black studs

Albus ends up liking it so much that by the end of the week he has Teddy pierce a second set of holes, as well as give him an industrial in his right ear

Scorpius finds it hot as hell

Albus is bad about leaving marks all over Scorpius at all the wrong times

For instance, the night that he had dinner over at the Malfoy’s for the first time, Scorpius had three dark purple kisses painted on his pale skin from just a few days prior

Draco was glaring at Albus througout the whole meal

You should’ve seen the look McGonagall gave him, he nearly thought he was going to turn to stone

Right before summer break their sixth year, Scorpius goes through a huge “I stan Teddy Lupin and everything he does” phase and decides he wants to dye his hair

Albus refuses to do it (he loves that diamond blonde way too much)

When he walks into his dorm room one day to find Teddy (“How the hell did you even get in here?”) knuckle deep in a bowl of neon blue hair dye, he nearly loses it, but they’re already halfway done so he had to let him finish

When they all leave Hogwarts a week later for summer vacation, Draco calls the Potter-Weasley household

“Potter!”

“What, Malfoy?” Harry nearly groans, blowing out a huff of air.

“Not you, the younger Potter, the one snogging my son. Put him on the phone, I need to ask why Scorpius’ hair is the color of a fruit loop.”

Albus and Draco have a very heated conversation about how they both absolutely cannot believe that Scorpius would do something like this

Scorpius is dying of laughter in the background the entire time

During their last year at Hogwarts, Albus shows up with a set of rings, each a simple silver band, one with a green gem and the other a diamond

Scorpius nearly cries when Albus gives him the green gem one during breakfast, full on kissing him in front of everyone in the Great Hall

“They’re the color of our eyes. Thought it might be nice to have,” Albus shrugs nonchalantly, but there’s a blush painting the tips of his ears

They both wear them on the middle finger of their right hand (Albus’ is displayed quite often because of how much he flips Rose the bird)

The day of their graduation from Hogwarts, Scorpius cries

When Albus asks him what’s wrong, he nearly feels his entire heart shatter

“This doesn’t mean we’re over, does it? We’re not over just cause we’re done with school, are we? We’re still going to be together?”

Oh Albus is having none of that

“Of course, Scorp! You can’t get rid of me that easily,” Albus teases, kissing Scorpius over and over until the tears finally stop rolling down his cheeks

After they arrive back on platform 9 3/4, they’re inseparable.

Harry and Draco are losing their bloody minds with how much of the other’s son they’re seeing now

“God, Potter. You’d think he practically lived here.”

“I could say the same for yours, I might start charging him rent.”

One day while both the families are out together at a diner (it was Scorpius’ idea), Ginny makes the comment that if they just got a house of their own then it wouldn’t be a problem

She was joking, of course, but the boys took it 100% seriously

So about a month later they bought a small but nice house not too far from either of their parents

And it was there, in the middle of their newly furnished living room, that Albus proposed to Scorpius with another silver band

But this time, it went on his ring finger.

(These are the headcanons I was talking about hahah @ellavaneck)

[iseutz]

Chapter Six

Portia called me later that evening, basically to call me a moron because I’ve left. Part of the reason why we were such good friends was that none of us was touchy-feely: we rarely hugged, never kissed, never went around hand in hand like all the other girls seemed to do. And were not sentimental: we could talk about feelings, even for hours, but up to that day I had never saw her cry, and vice versa. I was thankful that Julian had intervened when Portia had started crying: I wouldn’t have known what to do.

Julian called me too, while I was dining with my parents; my cell phone was in my bedroom and I didn’t hear it. I found out only in the morning, when I was getting out of home to go to school, that I had a message and a missed call. To think about it now, it was amazing how much time could we go on without ever checking on our phones.

The message didn’t make much sense to me:

WELL, I TALK TO MUCH. YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO LEAVE. I THINK I OWE YOU SOME EXPLANATION, MAYBE CALL ME WHEN YOU HAVE TIME?

So I checked the voicemail:

“Hey, uhmm- it’s me. Er, Julian. I-I wanted to thank you for yesterday: you basically caused an unexpected family moment and we needed it. We didn’t know we did, but  yeah, we did. Also… it was delicate of you to leave us some time, but you didn’t ha-“

Okay, so the voice message came before the text. I was still confused, though: what explanations was he talking about? I called him while I pedaled down the familiar streets that led to the school. He answered after the third ring, while I was about to hang up: -Y’ss. -Uhm… Julian? It’s Selendri. -Hey there- his voice was sleepy and I heard rustling noises in the background. -Were you sleeping? -Uh… yes. What’s the time anyway? It’s… barely dawn! -It’s 7.30- a whelp pierced my ear from the receiver. – Ok, maybe I will call you later. -No! Stay, I’m up now anyway. What do you need from this humble servant? -I’m asking you, actually: you called me yesterday. -Sure, but those are not things to discuss on the phone. What if we meet at the Gardens in half an hour? I just need a quick shower -I’m going to school, Julian. Like, right now. -Oh, are you? -Well… -Because I’m looking at the horoscope, and it clearly states “this morning a tall, dark stranger will snatch you away from your daily routine”. -You’re not dark, Julian. -And I’m not a stranger, either; horoscopes are a hoax. The Gardens? Half an hour? -Ok. I’ll bring coffee. -You’re too perfect for this world.

I hung up, smiling. As I turned my  bike towards the Gardens I pushed back once again the urge to question the nature of our relationship; I didn’t really know what was the standard course of this kind of events, if it was expected from me to start asking for a validation, a title to give to what we were doing. Were we dating? Were we exclusive? Did I want us to be? I only knew that I liked the feeling of having him around; he gave me butterflies and I wanted them to last as long as possible. I texted Portia that I would have skipped class that day and she answered with the picture of a penis realized in ASCII characters. I was still giggling as I secured my bike outside the Gardens’ main entrance.

There were many gardens in Vesuvia, but the Gardens were the only one who deserved their name in the city map: centuries old, they originally belonged to the ducal palace; once it burned down they became a public park. They had an odd concentric structure, each ring following a different style: French baroque, Italian renaissance, Heian era… increasingly more ancient as you got closer to the center, where the statue of a prancing ram fought its way out of a circular hedge of briar. The reasons behind this strange choice of garden landscaping was a mystery, but all in all nobody complained: the Gardens was a beautiful place, plenty of picnic spots, unexpected gazebos, topiary art and a multitude of kiosks where you could stop at to get a coffee and smell the flowers.

I heard Julian’s car approaching before I got to see it: the music preceded it.

Oh, yeah, it was like lightning everybody was frightening And the music was soothing and they all started grooving Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The Volvo paraded along the street in front of the gates of the Garden, searching for a parking spot; I saw Julian, an elbow resting on the window’s brim and absolute black sunglasses concealing half his face; when he saw me he blew me a kiss with a flourish of his arm before driving on and away. He looked like a rockstar; he knew it. I didn’t have to wait long for him: less than five minutes later he was trotting towards me up the sidewalk, hands deep in the pockets of a discolored pair of jeans, a white shirt and a studded jacket on his shoulders. He was still whistling the refrain of Ballroom Blitz; I gave him the cup of coffee I had bought earlier and he kissed my cheek before taking it –Good morning-. -Good morning to you. Sorry I woke you up. -Forget it. My sleeping schedule is messed up anyway and you’ve already redeemed yourself bringing me coffee – he took a long seep. –Aaah, sweet nectar and ambrosia. We walked aimlessly around for a while until we found a wrought iron bench to sit on. -So, I’m not good at small talk… -Good. Neither am I – he agreed. -What is that you wanted me to talk about? -Well, - he ran a hand through his hair. –Portia told me you saw my scars, and then you talked about the tumor…- -I’m sorry. I know it’s none of my business. -No, on the contrary: you deserve to know such things. I… kinda pulled you into this… thing without really knowing each other. I owe you to be correct. -Julian, no. I mean: correctness is a thing, but you don’t have to tell me anything if you’re not ready to. It’s true, we don’t know each other. I don’t even know your actual name! Is it Julian? Is it Ilya? -It’s Ilya Fjodorovich D’vorak -Wow. -Portia is Pasha Fjodorovna D’vorak -That’s impressive. -They’re pretty common names actually. -Anyways… this thing that we’re doing, I don’t even know what it is yet; I like you, you are… I like you. And I want to know you – I was getting nervous. –I want to know everything about you, but you don’t have to start from scars and tumors, that is. Julian smiled, hunched over his knees, the empty coffee cup dangling from his fingers. -Thank you. I shrugged. He removed his sunglasses and hung them by the neckline of his t-shirt; when he turned to look at me I was surprised by the red that rimmed his eye. -Are you still ill, Julian? -Just a cold. No fever and I’m not contagious anymore. Not that this discouraged you last time. -Then kiss me. His grin widened. -At your service. It was a gentle kiss; it’s hard to keep hands off each other at the beginning of a relationship, and it’s even harder when you’re a hormone-pumped teenager, but I found myself enjoying that sweetness; he tasted like coffee, and a vague minty scent of toothpaste. I noticed he always took a moment to watch me close before kissing me, lips parting the very last second, the same lips that were now gently brushing against mine, tongue dancing lightly on them. -I think that kissing also counts at getting to know each other. -It surely does - he agreed. - And so did our first chat in my car. -The one when we talked about corpses? -We also talked about piglets. -Dead piglets. -Delicious dead piglets. Come now – he scooped me up without effort and stood up from the bench. – Let’s go for a walk.

We wandered for a while and eventually I convinced him to put me down. As we approached the center of the Gardens we started noticing a number of workers trafficking with electrical cords and streamers. The Masquerade was approaching.

-It’s that time of the year again… are you going? – Julian asked. -Why, you are? -Of course! I never miss a chance to dress up. You don’t like the Masquerade? -I don’t know. I’ve never attended one. -Oh my – Julian stopped abruptly, a suffering expression on his face. – This is a terrible thing, you don’t know what you’re missing… well, you’re missing the whole fucking town getting drunk while some terrible commercial pop plays at deafening levels, but it’s really funny. Why don’t you come? -I don’t think my parents will let me. They’re a bit on the overprotective side. -Tell them your best friend’s adult and responsible brother will chaperone you both. -You mean the 20 years old, gothically inclined pirate? That one? -I’m 21, thank you very much. And I have always carried Portia home safe and sound. That, or the other way round. Either way, a complete success. -I don’t even have a costume. -You can hire one, you have plenty of time; the Masquerade’s on Saturday night. -Today’s Friday! -Then you need Portia. She’s an ace in these things. Come on, at least try. For me? I’m way too dashing in costume to spend the whole night on my own.