#little Scorpius

[innuendork]

Ron: Hermione, Rosie! Guess what happened! Hahahaha! I encountered Malfoy in the elevator today

Hermione: -as every day

Ron: And you know, we had a small talk on the way up to the 17th floor.

Hermione: I'm pretty sure any dictionary isn't strong enough to cover the meaning of "small talk" in your sentence.

Ron: Apparently, little Scorpius has grown up and will enable Draco to become a "father-in-law" in the near future. And Draco already looked like a much older and grumpy geezer! I almost consoled him. Poor old man!

Rose: Maybe he'll be consoled to learn that his future co-father-in-law is his elevator buddy.

Ron*betrayed*: What? Which elevator buddy?!

Rose:

Ron: Oh you mean me! For a second I thought the poor man has another elev-

Ron: Oh you mean me...

[drarrymyheart]

This makes me think of the lovely career fair fic I just read ‘if the bees know’. I melt for good dad Draco and it’s a lovely fic I recommend it!!

I want you to be happier

[kurosagihater]

I was bored so i did some searching and this is the closest model i could find. I didn't think it'd be gucci at first but i then i thought "this was his first appearance in the story so they'd probably make him wear that lol"

Idk about you but 405 pounds for a rimless glasses is crazy to me 😭 i mean he looks good either way so who cares also didn't he throw it somewhere?? like it cost nothing goddamn

No wonder he'd chase his debtors to the ends of the earth i would do the same if this was my taste

[hexcurors]

Of Harry’s children, Albus is the one most interested and involved in the Muggle world. James doesn’t even know how to send an email, and Lily only listens to wizarding bands. Meanwhile, Albus loves going to the cinema to watch questionable low-budget slasher films (he drags Scorpius along—on their first time, Scorpius went pale and threw up in the theatre). Now Scorpius is more used to it, and it’s become a tradition for them—they laugh out loud while watching.

They always pick a different street food style to try.

He loves riding a bicycle as much as he hates flying on a broom. Albus also enjoys going to pubs with live music—he likes the thrill of flirting with both boys and girls. He’s even made a few friends to go out with every now and then. Sometimes, they have game and pizza nights in someone’s tiny apartment, and Albus laughs so much his face hurts.

This part of his life is a secret he loves and guards carefully.

[kusanagihaku]

the best of times, the worst of crimes

⭢ romeo, 1.7k

u is for undercover. ˖⁺‧₊⟡ alphabet series | ao3

“If you were to steal something from this room,” you hear, “what would it be?”

You look up carefully. 

You identify the source of the question immediately as one half of a young couple; a quick glance over their joined hands confirms they are on a weekend date, one of many in the crowd of people lining the museum exhibit. They look freshly out of high school, armed and brash with the sort of invulnerability only the youth have when it comes to discussing crime.

The girl barely tosses her partner a glance before responding. “The diamonds, of course. They’re so pretty.” 

You are mindful not to snort. Or too loudly, anyway. 

You return your eyes to the glass case in front of you, to the milky-blue gem and the brilliant star reflecting off its greyish surface. The diamonds in this exhibit are worth pennies compared to some of the other items in this hall, including the very gemstone you are looking at, but you can see why the shiny rocks might be someone else’s first choice. 

“They’re just diamonds,” her partner says, as you circle the case. His voice is slightly whiny, coated with a mild superciliousness that grates against your nerves. “I bet these carved jade statues are worth much more.” 

This time it is not you who snorts – when you look up again, your gaze slides through the glass case to alight on a man with greyish hair. He is far from old, however; his smooth skin, free from wrinkle lines and sun spots, barely betrays a small amount of derision as he peruses the same gem you were looking at just moments ago. The way he holds himself, hands clasped behind his back, reminds you vaguely of an aristocrat whose house you were tasked with burgling a few years ago. 

He’s beautiful. 

And not in an entirely human way, either – the polished glass of his skin reminds you more of marble than flesh and blood, a terrifying pale that exposes little emotion or imperfection. If you were a Greek statue collector, you’d consider him a near masterpiece. 

“Quanto sei minchione,” he murmurs to the man next to him. It is only now that you notice his black-coated companion, silent and half a step behind him with hair as grey as his own. His companion– his assistant?– does not respond. 

You hold back a frown. These are not your average museum goers. 

As much effort as they’ve put into dressing as casually as the chattering tourists surrounding you, with warm sweaters neatly tucked into blue jeans, the two men are in impeccably tailored coats that billow a little too convincingly around their waists and thighs. You do not spot outlines of firearms from where you are standing, of course, but there is no doubt that some weapon or tool or another has been stashed in places easy to reach. 

You watch as the man’s eyes flick to the security systems embedded in the bottom of the glass case, then to the black velvet lining its edges that undoubtedly houses some form of alarm. Ah– 

Before you can redirect your attention, however, the man’s eyes flick up to meet yours. 

Ametrine, is the first thing that comes to your mind. Framed by grey lashes is a brilliant violet fading into crimson gold; the hues of an angry sunset, unmarred by the thick glass casing between you, paint themselves into a carefully schooled blank look. How cheap a gemstone ametrine is, for someone who looks so expensive. 

You should leave him alone, you know, especially after you’ve inferred his purpose, but why should you? You’ve had your eyes on the gems in the case first. 

And oh, you’ve never been one to give up a pretty jewel – it is why you do what you do, after all. You grin at the amethyst glint in his eye through the smudge of fingerprints and dust. “Sono proprio dei cetrioli.” 

There is a flash of suspicion cleverly concealed by the flutter of his eyelashes before he smiles at you in return, narrow and sweet and sharp. 

“They are simply naive,” he agrees. Your Italian may not be perfect, but you’ve been around long enough in your line of work to understand it conversationally. “I would have not gone for the jade.” 

He steps to his left the same time you step to your right. Your smile grows wider. You wonder if the circling of the case reminds you more of a scene in a famous romance movie, or more of sharks in the water. “No?”

You wouldn’t have gone for the jade either – you’ve seen far more valuable jade pieces in the private collections you’ve swiped in the past year alone. 

“No,” he says. His eyes slither down to the display between you. “Perhaps the rubies.” 

You see the line of his assistant’s shoulders tense instantly in startled protest. He does not make a sound, however; the man must be telling the truth about his target. 

Your brow creases briefly, an imperceptible flicker before you smooth out a smile again. Your case file notes that your client’s top priority is instead the grey-blue sapphire resting on a different side of the case, infinitely more valuable not only because of its size but also its storied history. Why would they be after the ruby instead?

“And you?” he says, perfectly courteous. His mask is smooth again; you cannot tell how much he knows. Has he already sensed that you are in the same line of work?

No matter – you will have to strike before he does. If the ruby is found missing, the heightened security will surely make it more difficult for you to get to the sapphire. 

“I would have said the sapphires,” you say, carefully. You make sure your eyes meet again before you smile, all teeth. “But now? Now, I would rather the amethysts.” 

-

“Fucking PITA,” Romeo curses, the moment the heavy car door slams shut. His alabaster mask cracks as he turns in his seat to face Ritsu. “They’re after the sapphire.”

Ritsu raises an eyebrow before starting the engine. The hum of the car purrs beneath his fingers as their safety mechanisms activate. “Didn’t they say they changed their mind?”

“You fool,” Romeo seethes. He slides a finger into a discreet spot underneath his seat. A lock springs open, and he picks up a file from inside the fingerprint-secured glove compartment that has just come unlocked. “It’s me, I’m the amethyst.” 

He waves the file towards his eyes; Ritsu barely spares him a glance before peeling out of the parking lot. “Oh.”

Seriously, why does he even keep assistants around anymore? UBFs, the lot of them. He’s going to get fucking wrinkles. 

“I’ll have to rearrange the plans,” he huffs, instead, returning his attention to the files. Even if they weren’t after the same jewels, it’d make it undoubtedly more difficult to carry out their plan if the sapphire was gone. “We’ll have to strike tonight.” 

Ritsu nods. “Third page under the fourth tab. Plan D3.”

Romeo grunts in acknowledgement. He flips quickly to the stated page, scanning through the schedule printed on it and the attached details about changes in the security timetable. They didn’t factor in the possibility of there being another jewel thief eyeing the same case, but they’ll have to accommodate. 

“We’ll go with D3,” Romeo sniffs. “But we go in at ten past one instead of three. I don’t want them to arrive first.” 

Ritsu hums in thought. “We could let them arrive first. We can’t be charged with breaking in, if the way in was already clear.” 

Romeo taps a long finger against the file. Huh. Maybe that’s why Ritsu has lasted the longest out of all of his assistants. “We let them do the dirty work first. Swoop in to get the ruby right after.”  

Ritsu nods, and makes a left turn. “It’s a lesser charge, anyway.”

-

You’ve had to shift your plans up much more than you expected. 

Usually you’d case the joint for a few more days before returning, but the presence of the two men by the jewel case today has really thrown a wrench in that plan. You hope that by striking a little before two in the morning, you’ve sufficiently pre-empted their attack. 

You shimmy closer to the exhibit. All the necessary night guards have already been disposed of, of course, but you can’t ever be too careful. 

A small alert flashes in the corner of your night goggles. Heat signatures detected ahead. 

You freeze. If you strain your eyes a little you can make out the faintly red outline of two bodies, each positioned at opposite ends of the entrance. They don’t look like any of the guards you’ve memorised as being on the roster for tonight. Rather, their heights more match a certain pair you’ve met today.

You wait a bit before advancing, but the figures don’t seem to be moving. If anything, they seem to be waiting for you. 

Your lips curl up in a smirk. You slip the goggles off, letting your eyes adjust to the dim lighting lining the floor of the exhibit. 

Your mind flashes back to the intel you gathered earlier in the afternoon. An Italian rising from rags to riches that disappeared off the face of the earth after his very first successful heist five or so years ago, name only resurfacing in whispers every once in a while after museums near his last sighting had been broken into. He was spotted in Japan just last week, your sources say, but nobody is ever really sure – no-one has ever gotten close enough and lived to describe exactly what he looked like. 

Except for you, now. After this you’ll sell information on how soft the gunmetal of his hair is and how beautiful and cold the warm twilight in his eyes are. 

As you pad closer to the jewel case you see him turn to greet you. His wool coat has been traded for a slick black uniform, disguising the lithe of his form and any number of tools necessary for the job. 

He smiles, terrifying and sweet. “Hello.” 

You grin, and stick out a hand he does not take. “Looking forward to working with you, Romeo.” 

[alscorposting]

“so whats your favourite harry potter shi—“

[c4stiel-oxx]

HPCC fans when the staircase ballet

image from: ‘interview with Aidan Close & Emmet Smith’

[shrimpalbuspotter]

Albus giggling to himself as he walks away every time he does the iconic Slytherin "sneer and tch" to some random student. They're standing around, minding their own business, and suddenly out comes Albus looking at them like dirt on his shoe and tutting to himself, followed by a chuckle which he THINKS is quiet but really isn't.

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

it's one of my favourite personal headcanons that Scorpius has a grey fluffy pet cat with a clipped ear and three legs that he found abandoned as a kid and was like, yep mine, and bonded over this unwanted creature cause hes like omg people dont like me very much either!! and this cat is intelligent and loyal as hell and hisses at people he doesn't think are good for Scorpius lmao

Scorpius is general has a habit of of collecting unwanted and perhaps damaged things. he has loads of creepy and broken ornaments all over his room. but I do not only mean inanimate objects, pets and people (*cough* albus *cough*) also apply

he collects them all because he can relate to them, and because he knows he can love them

[hyperion-severus]

why is the cursed child tag 99% hate towards it like please mind your own business and stop filling up our tag with trash im trying to enjoy my time here we get that you dont like it and you think its cringey fanfiction but its been 9 years get overrr ittttt. i feel like its common decency to not tag the thing youre talking shit on?????

[valoale]

Merry Christmas @xx-thedarklord-xx ! ❤️

Based on this post that was super duper cute and I couldn't stop thinking about it so I decided to fulfil Scorpius' wish and gave him a baby brother— it's what he deserves. 💅🏻 Merry Christmas Sam, thank you for being the kindest and most supportive human being on Earth. Had the hardest autumn but you made it way better and I’m grateful for that ❤️

[cursedchildsupremacy]

omg what is that. OMG, WHAT IS THAT.

[ellie-r2]

still thinking about this

[bawbawbridgie]

it has just dawned on me that they literally changed canon for scorbus. they changed c- THEY CHANGED CANON FOR SCORBUS. THEY CHANGED CANON. CANON!!! ARE YOU HEARING ME????

[danieyells]

So normally my headcanon is something like "Romeo went to Japan to get away from the ruins of his family's fortune and his old life and Taiga basically adopted him"

But I was listening to the Taiga chat where he asks Haru if he's fattened up Peekaboo yet. And when he says 'you're not even gonna say hello' in Japanese he uses an auxillary verb, 'chau'. But i was only half listening and it sounds like 'ciao', which he does say, albeit usually as goodbye and not hello.

And a new headcanon hit me.

Taiga, in all his impulsiveness. . .one day decided to take a flight to Italy.

Went to the nearest airport, threw down some cash, got on a plane, and went to Italy. If you ask him why he wouldn't remember why. It was just something he decided to do. Probably had a real good slice of pizza or something and went 'i bet they have even better pizza in italy'. He has plenty of money from gambling and a life of crime, he can afford to just. Leave the country for a while.

Somewhere along the line he met Romeo--before Romeo's family went to shit even. And, oops, Romeo is the prettiest person he has ever seen.

Unfortunately Romeo has guards.

Unfortunately for Romeo's guards, Romeo may have not be a ghoul at this point, but Taiga was.

And Romeo was impressed. Because honestly what do they even pay these people for? He basically decides to take Taiga home like he found a stray animal and Taiga decided to stick around and play bodyguard. It was pretty boring being a bodyguard but he was really fascinated by Romeo.

And then things went to hell and Romeo lost everything. Taiga had Romeo stay out of sight while he kept anyone who dared to hunt him down away from him.

But he couldn't keep a demon away from him.

Romeo came out of hiding, caused a few electrical explosions, and fled with Taiga. He apologized to him--he'd never done that before--and bitterly said he didn't have anything left to give him for keeping him safe. He even gave up his soul just now. What an idiot, giving up the one thing he had left.

". . .you've got your body left, don't you?" It was a tone suspiciously like the one the demon had used for him, but Taiga couldn't keep his composure and laughed. "I guess I just have to take you then!"

And before Romeo knew it he was on a flight to Japan.

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Resting Rumors

Rule one as a new Ministry recruit, avoid Harry Potter. He's rude, mean, intimidating and grouchy. Except—wait—why is he smiling? Wait, he's married to who?

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