#yolly fic

[rewritingcanon]

my polly the definition of “im not arguing with a man with big brown eyes. whatever you say, beautiful.”

(she is going to argue with him but she’ll admire the two tiny black holes on his face at the same time)

[yannfredericks]

life after cut scene

I’ve been working away at the next life after chapter whenever I’ve got the time/energy and came across this snippet I’m pretty proud of!! unfortunately I don’t think it’s going to fit in the chapter in the context I’ve written it in (hopefully I’ll rework it into something later!!) but thought I’d share it anyway! scorbus are the romione stans of all time <3

“They’re sweet,” Scorpius whispers, head lulling towards his shoulder again. “I hope they’re in love in all the other universes, too.” He’s thinking of Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione, Albus is sure of it. He recognises that specific kind of wistful. He’s heard Scorpius’s stories from his three days in Voldemort’s world. He remembers them lying in silence the first time they’d been alone together after returning from Godric’s Hollow. Separate beds but the weight of what they’d just lived through choking them both all the same. Albus had been staring blankly up at the ceiling, eyes unfocussed and thoughts ricocheting like bombs around his mind, while the tension between the pair of them came steadily to the boil. “Are we going to talk about it?” Scorpius had whispered eventually, and Albus had flinched as if he’d been shot. In the resulting silence, Scorpius had pleaded, “Albus.” “I don’t think I can.”

It was a shameful confession, but it was the truth and he owed Scorpius that much. He hadn’t been to see Craig at that point and the guilt of it all was eating him alive, rotting his flesh and consuming all his senses. He spent a lot of time sleeping, trying to avoid consciousness because being awake meant being aware, but without an outlet his dreams were quickly invaded, and the nightmares started with devastating intensity.

“Okay.” Scorpius’s voice was small, retreating back inwards, but it wasn’t Albus’s desire to silence him. In all their years of friendship, Scorpius’s frequent rambles and long-winded rants were never something Albus wanted to put a stop to. It was probably more revealing than he’d realised at the time, the desperate way he hung onto every word that fell from Scorpius’s lips, every sentence, stutter, and stumble. “Will you tell me something nice?” he asked instead. Anything to distract him from the shadow inside him expanding like an oil spill, dark and suffocating. Scorpius had hummed, and then in his own very clever way, managed to fulfil both their desires without compromising their delicate states. “Your Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron are really in love.” He’d said, surprising the breath out of Albus. “I think we could have gone to every universe imaginable and never have found one where they didn’t love each other. It’s nice to know that love like that exists.” He’d cleared his throat then and corrected himself, “Still exists.” Astoria. “I’m sorry,” the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. It was all he’d been saying for days. “It’s okay,” Scorpius had reassured him, “it’s a nice thing. That they love each other like that. I’m glad they’re happy here. They deserve it. They deserve it in every universe, but I’m glad they have it in this one. I think it’s really special.” “It is.” Albus had agreed. It was true, his Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione loved each other something fierce, but there was also an eternal kind of youthfulness to it that always struck Albus as particularly sincere. It was in the way Ron chased her around at their family dinners, the way Hermione would swat him with a tea towel, a book, anything she had in her hands, and the way he’d catch it and pull her in for a kiss, both giggling. Albus would avert his eyes and Rose would groan, but it hardly mattered. They weren’t doing it for anyone but themselves. “They’re getting married again, you know.” Scorpius had made a delighted sound that Albus wanted to evoke in him forever. “Really?” “I overheard them talking about it outside of the Hospital room while we were getting checked up. I don’t think they’ve said anything yet, but they’re going to do some ceremony, I think.” “Marriage renewal.” Scorpius hummed. He sounded out the words like they were some relaxing incantation, Albus could hear the smile in his voice. “That’s romantic.” “Do you want to come?” Albus had asked then, inspired by his wistful sigh. “I mean, I don’t know any of the details or even if they’ll be having guests, but if they do, would you like to come?” “With you?” “Yeah,” he had swallowed, pushing down his fear that he was spoiling it already with this unspoken thing welling up inside him that wanted to hold Scorpius’s hand, “with me.” “I think that would be the nicest thing of all.” Back in the train carriage, Albus watches Scorpius watch Yann and Polly and feels that same flowery feeling blooming in his chest. “I hope they are too.”

[dustyspines]

I am in full agreement with that other anon about missing your scorbus but I also miss your yolly from painful eagerness of unfed hope. I think Polly was my favourite character in that whole fic

this makes me so happy because i loved her TOO. she was lowkey the heart and soul of that entire fic :') youve sent this at a trying time because i am soooo close to dabbling with a mini epilogue thing for yolly's wedding LOL because i miss them so much too!

[hatsukoi-heartbeat]

SUMMER PARADISE

Based on Uta no☆Prince-sama♪ Debut, Chapter August: Paradise Lover.

Pairing: yollie (self-ship)

Word count: 3k

Key words: fluff, kissing, making out, canon alteration

Tw: mentions food

Rating: 13+ for the flirty make-out session

A/n: In this chapter of the game, Syo and Haruka are stranded on a deserted tropical island owned by Shining Saotome. It’s one of my favourite scenes and I’ve been wanting to write a fluffy yollie scenario around it.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, it was the morning sun that stirred me awake rather than a harshly ringing alarm clock. As expected from a beach cottage that was built oceans away from civilization, the bedroom bathed in a sea of calm that just didn’t exist on the mainland with its early traffic and bustle. My consciousness leisurely drifted between dream and reality without a single cloud on the horizon, only the tantalising question of what breakfast I’d be having later.

Yesterday, during our exploration of the island, Syo and I stumbled into a grove packed with all kinds of tropical trees. An abundance of ripe fruit weighed down their branches just within our reach. We wasted no time picking our fill of blushing mangos and papayas and the largest wild bananas I'd ever seen. The anticipation of sinking my teeth into the juicy delicacies made my mouth water.

Eventually, the remnant sleepiness waned as excitement about a new, adventure-filled day on the island settled in. I opened my eyes to the polished wooden beams on the ceiling, then turned by a quarter towards the sight next to me… and what a sight it was. Beside me in the four poster-bed, like a dream in broad daylight, I found a sunkissed Syo with his blond hair all tousled, the bedsheet barely covering his bare chest. In the humid island climate, we hardly needed any blankets or even clothes besides our swimwear for that matter. With too few clothes and too much confidence came the inevitable sunburns but now the lobster-red had healed into a beautiful shade of bronze against the white cotton sheet, all I could think of was how good it looked on him.

His chest rose and fell at a drowsy pace, the telltale sign that he was still fast asleep. If there was anyone who deserved to rest up after weeks of non-stop recording and photoshoots, it was Syo. My own eyelids grew heavier with every second spent gazing at his sleeping face. To the sound of his sleepy breathing rhythm and the chirp of tropical birds, I let the continuous crashing of the ocean waves lull me back to sleep…

“Hnng…!” My eyes blinked open to Syo stretching each of his limbs with a groan. He noticed me looking at him through the crack between my eyelids and smiled as he reclined against the pillow. “Morning, sleepyhead. Did I wake you?” His voice croaked with sleep as it tended to do in the morning.

“Good morning.” Returning his smile, I shifted closer to him and pretended to be dozing off against his shoulder. His skin sweltered with the promise of another day spent in the sun. “Hm, I guess looking at you sleeping so soundly made me fall back asleep just a tiny bit."

“You were definitely asleep more than just 'a tiny bit', silly,” Syo laughed before falling silent and sitting up straight all at once, the messy spikes in his hair almost emphasising the fluster in his expression. "Hold on, you were watching me sleep?!"

It was too early in the day to be called out on something embarrassing I did so I hid my equally flushed face under the blanket. “I couldn’t help it because you looked so peaceful! I don’t get many opportunities to catch you asleep because you always wake up before me…”

“Well, I guess it’s fine if it’s you,” I heard Syo’s voice speak above me. His finger poked my head through the blanket. “Just don’t go around saying that I have a cute sleeping face or something!”

"Got it!" I said and quietly recalled the angelic image of him fast asleep.

The mattress creaked and shifted when Syo, in a surge of his usual energy, jumped out of bed. As I peeked above the blanket again, I couldn’t hide my smile at his tireless zest for life. Witnessing that first thing in the morning truly was a priceless gift. With a big gesture, he ripped aside the curtains and then clicked open the window that let in a gust of early summer heat. I caught a glimpse of the bright blue where the sky faded into the Pacific, perfectly outlining his silhouette.

“Whoa, the weather's looking great!” Syo stretched out his torso with his clasped hands raised towards the ceiling. My gaze hung back on the curve of his biceps when he folded his arms behind his head, revelling in the sun rays that shone golden on his hair. “Yep, today is gonna be a beautiful day. I just feel it.”

I gave a hum in agreement. “Let’s go for a swim before the sun gets too bright--” A low, discontented growl from my stomach interrupted those plans. “… but first, breakfast, please?”

“Alright, that’s what we’re gonna do, then!" A decision was made in the spur of the moment without as much as a second thought. Syo padded over to my form, still tangled in the bedsheets, and perched on the bedside with a spark in his eyes. “We’re free to do absolutely anything we want ‘cause we’re in paradise! No one's stopping us from just throwing open the terrace doors, letting in the sea breeze and having breakfast in bed.”

His excitement affected me so easily that I immediately sat up straight among our fluffy pillows and reached for his hand with a delighted gasp. “Great idea! I never had breakfast in bed before! Well, besides the few times when I caught the flu as a little kid.” One thought led to another as I reminisced about my past breakfast experiences. “Come to think of it, I've never taken the time to really enjoy breakfast. Everything just has to go so fast with work and school and other things like that.”

Syo eagerly nodded. “Even when you're young, you’re gonna finish your meal fast so you can go out and play sooner. Similarly, I’ve had breakfast in bed plenty of times at the hospital but that doesn’t count." With determination written all over his face, Syo squeezed my hands in his. "I wanna have a real breakfast in bed in a beautiful place like this with a pretty view… and most of all enjoy it together with you.”

His gentle gaze, as blue as the water behind him but filled with emotion stronger than any ocean current, melted me at my very core. “It truly sounds like a one-of-a-kind experience. I wanna make these memories with you, too,” I said, growing a little hot in my face when Syo leaned in closer to caress my cheek with a gentle thumb.

“Let's make many memories together while we're on this trip. Starting with… an appetiser before breakfast, yeah?” His voice had grown softer until it was only a breath on my lips… and then he pressed his mouth against mine. He lingered there, unmoving for one, two, five heartbeats, until my body was tingling all over as if a thousand little butterflies had travelled from my chest to my fingertips. “Mmm…”

“Wh-what?” I tried to subtly catch my breath in the time Syo took to lick his upper lip and scrunch up his face in thought. The way he was tasting and mulling over the flavour of my kiss like it was a foreign snack made my cheeks flare. Did I taste weird? Oh no, was it my morning breath?!

“Your lips are salty.” After declaring his findings, Syo leaned in to bring a strand of my hair closer to his face for a sniff. I involuntarily let out a squeak. “So is your hair. Did you forget to shower after swimming last night while I was in the recording room or something?”

Even though Shining Agency's president Saotome allowed us to vacation on his privately-owned tropical island, Syo didn't miss the opportunity to use the recording room attached to the beach cottage. It was a rare chance for him to be able to use it whenever and for as long as he wanted, though he stuck to one hour a day at most, and I didn't mind the little bit of me time to relax or video call my family.

"You think so?" I stuck out my tongue to the corner of my mouth for the answer to my own question, surprised to taste a tangy ocean flavour. “You’re right. I must've forgotten about it because I was so tired. Oops.”

"Heh. Good thing I can't say no to a savoury breakfast." Syo gave me a devilish grin before playfully kissing me down into my pillow until all I felt was the warm brushes of his lips on my skin and our cool bed sheets pooled around my body. He lavished me with a legato of kisses that melted from one into the other without once ever really leaving my lips untouched as if the tropical summer heat had fused them. His teasing nips and licks soon left me light-headed with indulgence sweeter than strawberry parfait. Being the object of his affection was overwhelmingly sensual as fulfilling every single one of my desires even before they crossed my mind was exactly what Syo strived for.

My hands travelled up the broadness of his bare shoulders, his neck, tracing the flexed muscle as Syo craned forward just to keep our lips connected, and finally cradled his face, already well-flushed with excitement. "I like mine sweet," I whispered in a peck on his cheek. For a few moments, I breathed in the natural, musky scent of his body with a light sigh before lying back my head to gaze up at him. The sight of his uncombed hair falling into his face was so delightfully homey that my heart bloomed with a love impossibly large like the endless oceanic vista that surrounded our island. With an ungroomed Syo right here in my hand palms, it was hard to resist kissing him all over his precious face.

"Is that so?” His aqua eyes had completely captured mine in their soft glint. “In that case, I can give you a sweet breakfast too." With his challenging smile growing even wider, he leaned in until both our foreheads and noses brushed together. In a breathless giggle under the tickle of his bangs on my skin, I eagerly accepted his kiss: one as gentle as the landing of a cherry blossom petal.

"What I meant to say is… Anything you do is sweet. You're just a very sweet guy." I combed his hair out of the troubled frown that crossed his forehead. “Don’t get me wrong. It’s not a bad thing at all. I… I really love that about you, actually.”

"I'm not all sweet!” Syo protested, despite showing me his sweetest blue eyes and even sweeter-tasting pink pouty lips. “I can be pretty spicy too, you know." As if to prove himself, he gave me one last determined look before leaning in to kiss my neck. A long kiss with parted lips that let the tip of his tongue slip out to lap at my skin, making me squirm and gasp.

"Mm, salty…" His low voice near my ear was almost too much for me to handle, I couldn’t stop myself from wiggling underneath him, flustered out of my mind with his excessive attention. My sides were tingling under his massaging hands, warm skin flush against even warmer skin.

“…!”

At the sudden, loud splash that permeated the bedroom, I pulled his wrists from under my silk camisole.

"Did you hear that?" I looked at him in alarm.

"What?" Syo asked, sounding only mildly interested while preoccupied with covering every centimetre of my throat in kisses. The cushion of his soft lips is so pleasurable that it melted away my worry… Well, almost it did until, again, an enormous splash that sounded like someone repeatedly cannonballing into a swimming pool disrupted the mood. However, upon hearing it again, I thought that the crash that came with the unknown volume colliding with the water was too impactful for it to be just a human.

I could tell by the way Syo arched his eyebrow that he heard it as loud and clear as I did. "That's weird… There’s no one on this island ‘cept us. What could possibly be making that kind of noise?" Without even releasing as much as an audible breath, we stared into each other's eyes as if hoping to find the answer there.

"That's what I mean. I'm going to take a look," I said and prepared myself to sneak onto the terrace adjoining our bedroom.

"Really? Right now? If it's anything at all, it's probably just the prez pulling a prank on us, Ellie." Disregarding Syo's pouty lip in protest, I rolled from underneath him and made my way towards the terrace door. From behind me came Syo's mumbled afterthought: "I sure hope that old geezer doesn't have any hidden cameras installed here… I wouldn't put it past him."

It was undeniable that Shining Saotome was infamous for both his extravagant entrances and the extreme and downright dangerous trials he put his idols through. Half-dreading to witness the legend himself crashing on our island in a yellow rubber ducky boat or something similarly ridiculous, I slipped out onto the wooden deck that overlooked the ocean below. A low morning sun made it hard to see at first so I held up my hand to shield my eyes. What I found there slipping between the waves was thankfully not the Shining Agency president but something fantastical beyond my wildest imagination. My jaw dropped, my bare feet rooted to the sun-heated planks.

"Syo, come quick! Look!" I cried out, waving him over like a maniac.

He wasted no time bursting through the door and swivelled his head from left to right to scan the area. "What's up?" I helpfully pointed in the right direction and Syo's eyes lit up as he did a double take. "Whoa!"

A pod of whales was taking turns breaching the water. Their white, streamlined bellies glistened as they hurled themselves into the ocean and filled the air with the same splashing sounds from before. A thin mist of ocean water rained on my arms.

"I’ve never seen a whale before in real life! This is the coolest thing ever!" I thought I'd tear up in happiness at the sight.

"Awesome! Look how huge they are!" Syo marvelled. “It’s beyond me how something that big and powerful still manages to move so smoothly.”

Suddenly unsteady on my feet, I clutched the railing of the balcony as I was overcome with dizziness at the mere sight of the massive creatures ploughing through the ocean like knives through butter… or was the spell caused by the afterglow of his kisses?

Syo eased up behind me, wrapping one arm around my waist and I leaned back into him, grateful to find him supporting me. Like that, we watched in silence. Maybe it was out of respect for the creatures, maybe it was speechlessness due to the sheer majesty of the scene playing out before us, or simply a little bit of both. No matter what, it was for certain that the raw, unfiltered reality of it all outmatched any National Geographic documentary.

Showing a single tail to us one last time as if waving goodbye, the whales dove beneath the waves and travelled onwards to unknown destinations.

"Goodbye!" I called after them, hearing Syo’s chuckle as I waved my arm. Warm, peaceful contentment about the creature that comfortably traversed the ocean without any human interference settled in my stomach. Nothing compared to the breathtaking opportunity of observing a wild animal in its natural habitat, free from any cages or bars.

"Talk about an awesome surprise. I feel like this vacation is only gonna get better and better!" Syo grinned happily when I finally pulled my gaze away from the endless blue stretched out before us, certain that the whales wouldn’t show themselves again.

“I know! I never thought I’d be able to witness something this amazing in my entire life,” I agreed. A light sea breeze tousled our bed heads, inviting us to come play in the shallow. The prospect of a delicious fruit bowl and a swim in the cool water put me right into a good mood. “Let’s go back inside?”

“And… pick up where we left off?” Syo suggested with shameless eagerness that made my cheeks flush. Well, my inner schedule did allow for a little bit of intimate couple time before breakfast… I could hardly deny the excited somersaults my stomach did at the thought. “Look at that adorably embarrassed face you’re making. I wanna see more of you blushing like that,” he teased.

“I swear it’s a sunburn!” Giggling, I willingly let him escort me inside but turned back towards him in the door opening. “You know… I realised that a spicy breakfast doesn’t sound so bad.”

More than anything I wanted to hurl myself into the ocean after admitting something that embarrassing but seeing Syo’s eyebrows arch in surprise made it worth it. Then, as a slight blush spread across his face, a smile settled on his lips. “No worries. I can sweeten it up for you, Princess.”

I didn’t know whether to loudly protest or melt into a puddle at that and instead kind of froze on the spot as Syo gleefully urged us through the door, closing it behind him with a light kick of his heel. Regardless, I knew life couldn’t get any better than the two of us spending time together in our summer paradise for two.

Written by me, for my Prince ♡

[accioscorp]

Cursed Child Background Character Fics

A few months ago now I made two posts recommending some Cursed Child background character fics that I felt deserved the recognition and love that they sometimes don’t get (link to original posts below). I recommended fics from different authors about a variety of characters and it was so lovely to see those fics get even a little bit more hype! 

link to original post 

In those posts I decided to not include my own fics and put light on other authors I love and give their works instead of putting light on my own. I’ve never been one to promote my own fic and have always preferred to promote other’s instead ! I’ve now decided to share my own in a different post in case any would like to read any of them and dive into more of these background characters 

Below you can find my background character fics and hopefully there is something among them that tickle everyone's fantasy ! If anyone does read any of them I would love to hear your thoughts and if you haven't already, check out the fics in my original post !

A Boy’s Best Friend - Once again a very self indulgent fic of one of my Karl Jenkins headcanons. Here we see Karl get distracted from his work and lose track of time due to spending time playing with his pet Pygmy Puff.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27211087 

A Helping Hand - A very …. very random fic involving Yann Fredericks coming to Scorpius’ aid which leads Scorpius realising that Yann isn’t too bad after all and the start of a potential friendship begins.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24321502 

A Magical Unexpected Reunion - An Albus and Charlie Weasley fic where Albus’ day isn’t going so well but a surprise visit from his favourite uncle changes that for the better

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24423328 

A Welcome Distraction - This is a short fic I wrote revolving around the friendship between James Sirius and Fred jr. It’s based around the time Albus and Scorpius jump off the train and follows Fred being there for James as he worries about his little brother.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28671900 

Brotherly Bonding and Late Night Guitar Lessons - Some Potter brother feels involving James distracting Albus from a  nightmare and the pair binding for the first time in a while. Also guitar player James !! 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25182490 

Dear Craig Bowker - A little insight into the day Mr Craig Bowker jr found out he had been given the role as the Slytherin prefect. (side note but this is possibly one of my favourite fics I've written !)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27119890 

How Things Change - The very first fic I wrote involving some of the gang ! This fic is a multi where in each chapter we see a member of the gang realsies their actions towards Albus and Scorpius were not okay and they learn from those mistakes and new friendships begin to blossom !

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23512960 

Just Like His Mum - Some toddler James Sirius content where we see the day James got his first ever broom. Lots of cute potter family and christmas vibes with a side plate of grumpy baby Albus.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26444482 

Light At The End Of The Tunnel - The first ever James Sirius centric fic I posted ! A look into the stresses and dramatics that led to James believing he had messed up any chances of getting to sign with Puddlemere United but not everything is as bad as it seems !

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22292650 

Now Or Never - A very self indulgent fic about the one and only Yann Fredericks about him being worried he won’t make it not the Gryffindor Quidditch Team but of course, everything works out in the end. There is some Yolly in here for good measure and the beginning of a friendship between Yann and James Sirius. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27560680 

To The Moon And Back - My first ever Yolly fic ! A softer, more caring side to Yann features here as he surprises Polly to take her mind away from her stresses for a bit and they both get to spend some quality time together. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27352459 

We’ll Fix Those Broken Pieces - An insight into what James experienced when his parents went back in time to find his little brother followed by that Potter fam reunion we all deserved in the show !

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23284849 

You’re Like A Brother To Me - Another very self indulgent fic involving seeker Scorpius and James Sirius coming to his rescue during a very heated Quidditch game and the beginning of a growing friendship between Scorpius and James. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21759712

[xlucygraysongbirdx]

Writer questions! What do you have in the works at the moment? What is one fic you would absolutely love to write one day but haven’t yet for whatever reason? Fav ships (other than scorbus)? :)

Hello, thank you for your questions!!

I have a WIP in the works at the moment that is untitled, but is focusing on Scorbus in their 5th year and navigating career options, joining new clubs, making new friends all whilst both figuring out what they feel for each other. It’s on hold at the moment due to lack of creativity but I hope to get back to it very soon! 

I have a bizarre AU world that I would really love to write and it is all perfectly planned in my head, but it also deals with some heavy subjects which is why I haven’t yet written it and maybe will never, but the basis of it revolves around Rockstar!Albus and Model!Scorpius (who got the job by accident when being with Albus and his band a photoshoot). I love this concept a lot and maybe one day could do it without this one idea for a storyline I have, but we’ll see!

I do love Yolly, I have a soft spot for them (I blame the London cast!) I also lowkey love The Scorpion King and Yann, and Rose and Sophia is also another ship of mine! None CC ships, I love Luna and Ginny and would absolutely love to explore that maybe one day!

[scorpiuhsmalfoy]

15, 23, 41 !

ah ty lovely! 

15. Is there an obscure ship that you love? 

Well I have recently been introduced to Polly/Rose so I would say that one! But I also know Yolly is a thing! Which is Yann/Polly. And after Jon’s incredible tweets i saw people talking about Yolly arguing about which one of them gets to ask out Scorpius first. So either Polly/Rose or Yolly cause I don’t know enough about either of them to say just one!

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

I am going to have to name one that isn’t actually out yet, because its definitely my favourite but it isn’t finished. It’s called Boggarts, Patronuses, and Slugs. And because I’m so kind I will leave a snippet here. 

Scorpius Malfoy walked out of the classroom as soon as he saw the wardrobe. Albus was confused, unsure as to how a wardrobe could scare his best friend, but followed him out anyways. He found him pacing up and down the corridor.

��Scorpius?” said Albus, but the blond boy was far too involved in the slightly garbled pep talk he was giving himself to hear him.

“You’re ready for this, aren’t you? You definitely knew it was coming. You did all the research, you know how to face them, don’t you? Everything’s going to be fine. Everything’s going to be fine.” Albus ran up to Scorpius, grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Scorpius!” The taller boy spun around to face him. His eyes were wide. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean what’s wrong?”

“I mean I have no idea why you might possibly be afraid of a wardrobe!” Scorpius looked at him incredulously.

“But didn’t you read…?” Albus shook his head. “Surely your father told you about…?” He couldn’t seem to actually talk about the thing that was scaring at him.  

“My father has spouted so many stories over the years, Scorp, do you really think I can remember them all?” He realised he was still holding on to Scorpius shoulders. He let go reluctantly, only slightly sure he wouldn’t start pacing again. “What do you think is going to happen, Scorpius?” he spoke softly. If anyone had something to fear in Defence Against the Dark Arts, it was Scorpius. He had lived in a world where the Dark Arts ruled. It certainly wasn’t his favourite lesson, but he had never just about-turned and walked out before. He was Malfoy the Un-Anxious!

“I know what’s going to happen, Albus!” He took a deep breath. “There’s a Boggart in the wardrobe.”

41. List and Link to 5 fics you’re currently reading. 

I’m dreaming your out in the blue by vvesninski

Messy Mind of Mine by SunshineScorpius

Better September by gryffindorwriter

The Quietly Series by starlightpeddler

sorry this took me so long to answer i was just reading part 1 of the quietly series again! 

ask me some fandom q’s!

[real-pcy-exo]

Chanyeol x reader (fluff +soft smut)

A/N: Am I being too obvious about who is my bias? I swear I try to write about everyone equally though 😅😅

First times are special right? Maybe not to everyone, but everyone remembers their first time though. It can be really romantic, embarrassing or bad or maybe even good, people will still remember it. You had seen or heard of people who did their first time with someone they were close to, someone special to them. For you though, you didn't have any exact plans for your first time. You had the perfect boyfriend with you and that was enough. But you knew that it won't be enough for him. It won't be his fault. Most guys in your school already lost their virginity and majority of girls as well. So Chanyeol who will obviously ask you before doing anything, might ask you because of the constant teasing from guys in his friend circle. So you took matters in your own hand and planned it though not before discussing with him. That's why here you were in his bed sitting by each other. You look at Chanyeol, "Communication is the key. Porn and smut fics most of the time false advertises. First times are definitely awkward, plain awkward." Chanyeol nods and replies, "Okay. So let's go with the flow then?" You nod and kiss him. The kiss is not different than the kisses you both usually share, sweet and somewhat innocent. You take Chanyeol's face in your hand as he made you sit on his lap. When you both pull away to breath, he started to pay attention to your neck. You tap Chanyeol's shoulder to get him to stop, "Let's get naked first." Chanyeol just laughs and wiggles his eyebrows at you but complies nonetheless. When you're done taking your clothes off you look at Chanyeol. His eyes are taking every single detail but sadly of his wall, not you. "Yollie, you know you have to look at me, right?" He laughs, "This is really really awkward and not at all how I imagined." You quirk your eyebrows at that, "How you imagined?" He hides his face behind his hands, "Yah! Every guy has their needs, okay? But I really thought it would be more romantic and electric. I would be more dominant and manly." You take his hands away from his face and scoot closer to him, "You don't have to be manly and dominant to make it electric. How about this, we say something very ridiculous and then we do something to each other that we wanted. You can remain manly but it won't feel artificial." "It'll feel like us then. Okay, I'm in. I almost wore an Iron man boxers until I remembered what we are supposed to do today." You get to squeal out a "That would be so cute!" Before he pins you down and kisses you like he wants to suck the life force out of you. Once he pulls away you whisper, "Butterflies are weird." as you flip him down and start working your way down to his body. "The shape of a beauty blender reminds me of an egg. Now can you please suck me off?" You giggle and shake your head , "I hate cooking." As you comply his request. It is safe to say your first time was indeed be memorable.

[karl-jenkins]

First Lines

Thank you for tagging me @per-mare-ad-astra @roroweasley and @staircasescorpius

Post the first line of your last 10 published fics, then tag 10 people.

I only have two published fics but I will also include the first line of two WIPs in the hope that it will encourage me to finish them!

1. I Told You So (Drastoria)

Draco almost jumped out of his skin as Astoria came tumbling in through the door to the drawing room and slammed the door shut behind her a little too fast.

2. Oasis (Drastoria)

“I have to say I'm surprised, Mr. Malfoy,” Professor McGonagall said sternly, peering at Draco over the rims of her glasses, “After your Outstanding OWL results, I was expecting better from you.”

Now the WIPS:

Untitled WIP (Scorbus)

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Albus Potter asked his boyfriend for the hundredth time that day.

Untitled WIP (Yolly)

Yann, Polly and Karl burst through the door of their flat in a chaotic tangle of limbs, laughing at the top of their lungs.

I think everyone I know has been tagged at this point so open invitation to anyone that sees this to post yours if you’d like!

[rewritingcanon]

only 12k into the yolly fic and i think its 3x the word count of the longest yolly centered fic that exists 😭

[yannfredericks]

I wish I could properly explain the lesbian yolly universe I have in my head where yanna and scorpius date for a few months in fifth year and albus and polly collectively lose their minds about it and instead of communicating or even pulling a fake dating scheme they instead try to convince everyone (and themselves) that they’re in love with each other to cope (and try make the others jealous) (v funny I promise, they are very bad at it, they sit in silence a lot and pine for their best friend, yanna and scorpius are meanwhile having a very sweet first relationship and will quickly realise they’re actually just really good friends, but albus and polly are torturing themselves over this bc they are the two most dramatic people anyone has ever met and they think the world has ended)

[albuspottrss]

‘“Will she be okay?” Yann asked the space Polly had been standing in. “In the new dorm.”’

If you’ve just finished heartstopper and are looking for something just as warm and fuzzy to read, this fic is for you 💖 it encapsulates the exact feeling I had whilst watching the series, Rosie is one of the most talented writers I know! Quidditch star Scorpius and gay potions nerd albus plus all the yolly action and trans Polly Chapman 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Spellbinder by littlerose13

Albus Potter is entering his fifth year of Hogwarts with a prefect badge and very little planned. He certainly isn't planning to befriend beloved Quidditch star and overall-very-popular sixth year Scorpius Malfoy, but Scorpius seems to have other ideas.

It's a lot to take for a self-described big, gay nerd like Albus, but he thinks with his best friends Yann, Polly and Karl by his side, he can handle anything fifth year throws his way.

A Cursed Child AU based on Heartstopper (the series)

Rating: T

Chapter: 1/8

Word count: 5969

Relationships: Scorpius/Albus, Yann/Polly, Rose/OFC

Warnings: Heartstopper spoilers, non-consensual kissing

Read chapter 1 on AO3

[hatsukoi-heartbeat]

TANABATA

Pairing: yollie (self-ship)

Word count: 2.3k

Key words: fluff, Tanabata festival, feeding, kissing, wishes

Syo gives me my very first Tanabata festival experience and it promises to be an unforgettable one.

Originally posted on July 6, 2021.

Tanabata is a huge celebration in Syo’s home prefecture Aichi. Its parades, live performances and game stalls attract thousands, if not tens or even hundreds of thousands of visitors, both young and old. Still, the true eyecatchers of the event are the hand-crafted decorations: I remember how everywhere I looked, colourful streamers and paper decorations were floating in the wind like Orihime’s very own precious fabrics against the backdrop of Hikoboshi’s white cloud cows grazing the sky.

That day, the festival street leading up to the main shrine was absolutely packed. Moving became harder and harder for us the closer we got to the heart of the festivities, with both tourists and locals wriggling around us like salmon against the stream.

One distracted moment later, I realised with an anxious jolt in my chest that I'd already lost sight of Syo. Even with his bold beige and white tiger-striped yukata, the mass was too thick to spot him and I knew that his body, in a very Syo-like fashion, only moved forward with the unstoppable force of an icebreaker. I searched left and right in the crowd but only found more strangers and even fewer traces of my boyfriend. Cold panic clutched my heart at the thought of being lost in this huge, bustling city. In the knowledge that with every step, I strayed away further from him, its grip tightened, crushing my chest with fear.

Then, like a bolt from the blue, a tourist backpack slammed me off balance. Now, gaining back my balance would usually be no big deal... if it wasn’t for the wooden sandals I was wearing. For a beginner at Japanese traditional wear like I was, walking on geta proved to be pretty difficult already without being pushed around from all sides like a ragdoll. I stumbled forward into a whirlwind of colour that flashed before my eyes, praying to find my footing again despite knowing very well that each faltering step could be the fatal one. Arms outstretched, I braced myself for the inevitable fall...

“Gotcha!” 

Instead of the hard, sunbaked road, it was Syo’s arms catching me. 

“Huh? I thought I lost you but… you’re here!” Dazed by his heroic interference, I only managed a confused stammer as I gazed up at him. His arms cradled me against his chest like a shield against the passers-by.

“Of course I’m here! Let’s move out of the way first.” With his arms still guarding me, we made our way over to the side of the street where Syo assisted me in slipping back into my sandals. “I wouldn’t dream of seeing you get hurt, even less in that pretty yukata you’re wearing. It’d be a real shame if it got ruined, especially when it's your first time wearing it.” 

His gaze ran down the silver-threaded constellations scattered across my night blue yukata. Its pattern perfectly matched the story of the star-crossed lovers that inspired this festival. Syo hand-picked and gifted me the yukata for the occasion, even insisting that it was his gift for our anniversary when I begged him to let me pay for it. It was only fitting that I was wearing it for him that day to show him my gratitude and appreciation… even if it was rather flustering to be wearing such a beautiful and richly decorated garment, especially around a majority of casually dressed visitors.  

Syo blushed as he tentatively reached out to fix the obi tied around my waist as if his perfectionistic eye was simply unable to let that sloppy detail go unnoticed. “Well, you’re more important than a piece of fabric anyways.” His voice grew a little softer upon meeting my eyes again. “You okay, Ellie?”

“Yeah, I’m okay thanks to you. You really saved me just now.” While holding his hand that gripped mine with equal, if not more, vigilant force for support, I took a few steps until my feet were more or less comfortable in the sandals.

“The bastard who shoved you could’ve at least apologized!” He scowled with the fingers of his free hand clenched into tight fists in readiness to confront the backpack-man. “I couldn’t even see ‘em anymore by the time I got to you. It’s really packed out here.”

“It’s all right, Syo.” I gently squeezed his hand. “I don’t think he realized I was there in the first place.”

“Yeah, maybe that's the case. Tanabata does attract tons of visitors. No surprise there since it’s super fun to attend. You’ll see.” When I was about to let go of his hand, having found as much balance as possible in this updo, Syo clutched mine a little tighter. “As for you, it’s better if you don't suddenly go wandering off. So don’t… don’t let go yet. I want you to stay close before we lose each other in the crowd again. Alright?” 

My heart fluttered under the intensity of his concerned gaze. It showed just how much he cared for me, something I’d be eternally grateful for. Likewise, after that minute of bone-chilling panic, I never wanted to lose him again. With a bit of a sheepish smile, I replied: “Okay. I’ll be right with you from now on.”

“Good. Now follow my lead!” Syo turned up his shouting volume to maximum and responded with a toothy smile warmer than the summer sun beating down on our heads. “This is your first time celebrating Tanabata, right? You’re lucky you’re with me. I know all the best spots for the parade and to hang our wishes on the bamboo!”

His boastful words drew a laugh from my lips. “Really? That’s amazing! I’m really lucky that I get to attend the festival with an expert.” Even when caught in a stream of sweaty crowds, meanwhile bumping shoulders with Syo and trying my best to not step on too many toes, I was happier than ever to be with him, with our fingers now tightly entwined. “I’m so excited to make my first Tanabata wish, actually.”

“Me too! It's a real highlight of the celebration so let's save that for last. Speaking of Tanabata wishes, though… Have you thought of one yet?” Syo asked while pushing aside a cluster of rainbow-coloured paper streamers that cascaded from overhead. Doing so, he created a makeshift entryway for us.

“I think I might have one in mind…” Feeling like teasing him a little bit, I added: “But I won’t tell you just yet.” 

“Huh?! You really won’t tell me?” He cried out in dramatic disbelief. “I see what game you’re playing with me. Well, if that’s the case, I won’t tell you mine yet either!”

Our joined laughter carried over the buzzing crowds and distant procession music that honoured the Tanabata lovers’ yearly meeting.

On our way down the festival street, we picked up some deliciously-smelling yakitori from one of the food vendors. 

“Syo? Will you please eat my spring onion for me…?” I asked in my best pleading voice. With a scrunched up nose, I peeled said vegetable from the skewer to get to the grilled chicken bits instead.

“Hm? Oh right, you don’t like onions.” Syo glanced from his right hand which was holding his own skewer, to his left which was clutching a plastic water bottle. “Guess there's only one way. Ah~”

The sight of his relaxed, closed-eyed expression and his lips parted in anticipation coloured my cheeks a beet red in realization that he wanted me to feed it to him. My heart hammered loudly in my chest as I raised my hand, skipped a beat right when the side of my thumb brushed his lower lip while I placed the slice of onion on his tongue. His lips looked so soft and warm, and shiny with yakitori sauce… An incredibly flustering thought of kissing him jerked back my hand. Even then, the warmth of his breath lingered on my skin in the same way the reverie where I gave him a sweet festival kiss did in my thoughts.

“What’s with that embarrassed face you’re making?” Syo grinned while chewing down the spring onion as if nothing flustering had happened at all. “It's OK to do couply stuff like this every now and then, y’know.”

“I know… I guess I got a little embarrassed. Even though I’ve been dreaming of sharing these kinds of moments with you today.” I sighed in regret of the missed opportunity to act all lovey-dovey with him.

“Hey, don’t look all sad like that. C'mon, Ellie! It’s a festival filled with joy and music so I only want to see you smile today.” In a rush of boldness driven by his goal, he planted a sticky kiss on my lips that took me by surprise. “There! Does this make you happy?”

With a bright red blush up to my ears that rivalled his own, I gave him my biggest smile.

By the time we were done playing festival games and enjoying the parade, the first stars already adorned the sky. Ever since the onion-incident, my face hadn't gone without smiling or laughing for even a second. So much so that I felt an exhilarating kind of soreness in my cheek muscles, all thanks to Syo.

On the backstreets, the festivities had faded to a distant murmur so the thunks of our sandals on the pavement bounced loudly off the walls. Though there was only a handful of passers-by that entered and exited the restaurants scattered in this area, Syo and I were still walking closely together, still with our fingers intertwined. Not even the evening breeze was able to chill the happy flush on my cheeks or, despite the yukata’s fairly thin fabric, the warm sensation that had overflown from my heart and spread through my entire chest.

“Thank you so much for taking me to Tanabata today.” Wrapped up in the comfortable warmth of his body snug beside mine, I acted on impulse as I leaned my head against his shoulder. It made him stir for a second but then he relaxed again, squeezing my hand a little tighter in appreciation. “I had an amazing time exploring the festival with you.”

“Sure thing! It goes without saying that I had loads of fun too.” His response was light-hearted but one sneaky glance revealed the happy grin on his face. Then, in a playful grumble, Syo continued: “But you’re talking as if our day is done already.”

“I haven't forgotten! We need to make our wishes first and then have dinner with your grandparents and Kaoru and his girlfriend.” My heart made an excited somersault at the prospect of more togetherness with Syo and his close-knit family. I looked forward to taking in the nostalgic feeling that lingered in the Kurusu home as if the countless stories from the past had settled in the walls. After all, his fondest childhood memories had their very foundations there. “I’m looking forward to everything we have planned tonight but... I guess I just wanted to let you know that I’m already really happy today.”

When Syo stopped mid-step, I curiously raised my head to catch him gazing at me and, up close like this, I was able count the stars’ soft gleaming reflections in his eyes. “I’m happy to hear you say that. As your boyfriend, it’s my duty to make you smile no matter what, after all.” Smiling gently, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his fingertips lingering on my face. Then, suddenly a little shy, he scratched his cheek, saying: “Y’know, I’ve been to Tanabata countless times before ever since I was a kid but somehow… I feel like this year’s festival is gonna take up an extra special spot in my heart. Probably because you’ve been by my side the entire time.”

My chest drew together as if clinging to the sound of his honest words. With our lips curved into a smile, our faces neared to share a sweet kiss before we headed to the end destination of our Tanabata itinerary. 

His secret wishing spot was really one in a million. With a soft-voiced caution, Syo guided me on the stepping stones across a small pond surrounded by groves of bamboo. All around us, small light spheres danced on the water like fallen star fragments. Looking up at the clear, darkened sky, I wondered if Orihime was with her beloved Hikoboshi right now. If she crossed the river on the shaky wings of the magpies while holding his warm hand in hers in the same way I’m holding Syo’s. 

The absence of noise besides the babbling of the pond and rustling of the bamboo grass summoned a peaceful atmosphere that was perfect for writing down our wishes on matching pink paper strips. While Syo was scribbling away with a look of deep thought, I gazed at him in an attempt to find the right words to express my own wish. Eventually, when he put down his pen, he picked up my stare and responded with a smile that soothed all my worries. As if the answer had been in the blue of his eyes all along, the words spilled from my pen onto the paper.

“All done? Alright, let’s tie ‘em up!”

After fastening our paper strips to the bamboo tree, we were finally able to take a look at the other’s wish dancing in the breeze.

I want to grow even stronger to protect my partner’s smile. - Syo

I want to always stay by his side so we can reach our dreams together. - Ellie

Between the two of us, a timid silence that sung of unspoken but written promises had settled. Then, Syo reached for my hand, bringing it close to his chest. His gesture was careful yet his gaze brimmed with unbridled determination. I clasped my other hand around his in turn, hoping it conveyed my same desire to keep on being each other’s greatest source of strength. Together, we vowed to the stars:

“Let’s make our wishes come true.”

Written by me for my Prince ♡

[accioscorp]

💕 and 🍄!

Thank you trolley ☺️

💕 favourite ship to write ?

I think for this I'd have to say scorbus ! I've only really dabbled in writing three ships (scorbus, Yolly and drastoria) as I prefer to focus more on friendships and relationships with families now a days when I'm choosing pairings to write but I always feel at home when I come back to write scorbus. They're just so much fun to write ! Yolly is also one that I've truly enjoyed and one I definitely plan to dive into more in the future !

🍄 how do you get yourself in the mood to write ?

With much difficulty my friend 💁🏻‍♀️ I actually don't try to get myself in the mood to write, I just write when the mood presents itself ! I've learnt that when I try to get myself in a mood to write, the content I'm producing is no where near as good as what it could be if I just wrote when I felt like it ! This does lead to very big gaps where I don't write anything at all but I know that in the long run it'll be better for the fic or fics I'm working on !

Thanks again !

[rewritingcanon]

like i want to write a long yann x polly fic as a sequel to the scorbus one but… no one would care about yolly 😭

[rewritingcanon]

rip yolly fic i will see u never