arrogant boy

albus unspeakable. former slytherin. all my friends always lie to me i know they're thinking you're too mean i don't like you. FUCK you anyways

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willavictoire:

“I think that may have to be my choice, as much as I dislike it,” she sighed. “It is what I feel is right and I think doing it will create a better world. Even if I’m going against the people I love.”

❝ ‘nd hopefully that’s something everyone can get. if worse comes to worse, ‘m on your side.  ❝

[fckalbus-blog]

skormalfoy:

“Thirteen, huh? That was when I was doing my whole bad boy thing, if I recall correctly.” Right after his mum died and when he stopped seeing things as worth it. But, also the time when he started having feelings for Albus. Or, at least started realizing that his feelings were not what friends felt. He felt more than that. He felt his mouth go dry. “True,” he got up and sat on the edge of the bed, close to Albus, but keeping a distance. Just in case. “But I get the feeling that you’d run off on me if I even acted like I’d try anything.” He chuckled. “My thing was journals, by the way. Lists. Things I’d write that reminded me of people I liked.” He had many lists on Alice, Rose, and especially Albus.

“She’s not a bad person, but.. she has a prejudice. Slytherins and pure-bloods that weren’t great to her. Like the Gryffindors were for us.” He smiled, fondly. The smile faded quickly when Albus named the guy. He picked at a spot on his trousers, playing with the loose thread. “Yeah, but you could go with him, if you really like him.” He shrugged.

          ❝ does that mean i can blame you for my shitty taste in men ??  ❝ a teasing grin was thrown in his direction. it was hardly so simple. at thirteen, albus had first realized he might love scorpius. not to the extent he did now, of course, and most likely not even in a romantic manner, but it had been a startling shift. up until that point, albus had been waiting for something that would make him distance himself from the other, something to burst their bubble. he stopped looking for it that year. never one  to do things half way, instead, he became enamored. he hadn’t left scor’s side since.

          ❝ ‘ve not run off yet. never know if you never try. ❝  gently tugging on scor’s wrist, he couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from his lips,  ❝ fuck’s sake, m’not diseased. journals ?? that’s cute. what did mine say ?? let me guess: terrible enabler; twisted humor; pretty eyes; gets pushed down the stairs a lot. ❝ it sounded well enough like thirteen-year-old him. 

           ❝ to be fair, not all the pure-blooded slytherins were all too keen on me, either. think it might have had somethin’ to do with my dad gettin’ theirs thrown in azkaban. ❝  a smile lit up his face at how distraught scor seemed to be at the idea of him leaving. it was always nice to know he’d be missed. ❝ hey, you can’t ship me off that easily, ❝ he promised. ❝ and anyways, now that you’ve gone and suggested it, ‘m probably gonna find out he’s vanished without a trace.  ❝

[bon-bona]

Lorde - Liability

[lunaswondrousworld]

but god, just notice you’re both looking at the sky. (x)

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willavictoire:

“You’re number 5, actually,” she said with a laugh. “I don’t know, just.. with everything that happened I found myself torn between two sides and had to make a few decisions on what mattered to me more. Family or duty, and if I was willing to sacrifice either.”

         letting a low whistle pass through his lips, he nodded appreciatively.  ❝ don’t think i rank that high within my immediate family, honestly. ❝ a solemn look flickered over his features, ❝ this might sound awful, but don’t choose family. family’s important - i fuckin’ love ‘em all to pieces - but you need to do what you think’s right and what’ll make you feel satisfied at the end of the day. anything else is empty...... at least, ‘s what i think. ❝

[fckalbus-blog]

skormalfoy:

Scorpius smiled and nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “’m not going anywhere. Not for a long time. You’re gonna be stuck with me until you’re old, grey, and desperate to get rid of me.” He grinned, trying to push past what he’d heard. The vulnerability and raw emotion that he’d heard in Albus’ voice, though the brunet had tried to hide it. He supposed it was from years of knowing him, but he could see little ticks in Albus’ expression that told him what the other man was feeling, though he wouldn’t say it out loud. Maybe, “Don’t die on me” was the closest either of them could get to saying what they felt.

“You used to write my name in hearts?” he tilted his head to the side, curious. “So, I missed the chance to shag you? Fucking hell, Mate,” he joked. Well, half-joked. “Hey, if you want to paint your nails neon colours, I wouldn’t care. You do what makes you happy, yeah?” He stared at Albus for a moment. “What would we name it? What would it be? My vote’s on a miniature dragon.” He laughed.

“She’s not interested in me,” he finally said. “This is the girl that constantly tells me she hates me and is only sleeping with me because I’m a good lay. She’s a friend that I used to have sex with. I don’t think I will again,” he admitted. He’d done enough to hurt Alice and he knew he needed to cut things off before they got worse. Before she got hurt worse. He frowned, wanting to say something to reassure Albus that he’d find someone, but he didn’t. Sure, he slept around, but he felt his skin crawl at the thought of Albus doing that too. “No one?” He asked. “You seemed pretty friendly with that guy at the Ministry.”

        green eyes softened as they met another pair,  ❝ i’m holding you to that. ❝ his words were a small comfort, at least. he couldn’t imagine ever genuinely wanting to get rid of scor; at this point, he had lived longer with him by his side than without him. 

           ❝ wait, you-you didn’t know about that ?? well fuck me. ❝ groaning he would have thought one of his cousins or siblings would have gleefully divulged this piece of information to scor in some vindictive fury.  ❝ well, i was, like, thirteen, so probably no shagging then, but i mean, you’ve already got me in your bed now. opportunity's knocking, ❝ he pointed out, a single brow raising almost challengingly. ❝ i’d name it after a god or something, because let’s face it, anything we get’s gonna be a handful of a little bugger. y’know what, you find a dragon and its ours. ❝ . 

              ❝ sounds to me like she’s missing out,  ❝ he murmured after listening to scor for some time. hating scor just seemed like something.....off. out of all of the people albus had the displeasure of meeting, scor was one of the least hateable. still, something was darkly satisfying about the fact that he wouldn’t be giving alice quite so much of his time or attention. albus had always preferred scor’s attention on him.  ❝ nik ?? he’s a good guy. we fuck, and he’s good to talk to. easier to talk to than a lot of people, actually. but ‘m not stupid. he like travelin’ and shit, and one day he’s gonna take off in pursuit of some weird tibetan hound or something.  ❝

[fckalbus-blog]

willavictoire:

She stared at him, not convinced before brushing it aside. He’d tell her if and when he was ready. “I’m alright. Reevaluating my life and who matters the most to me, lately.”

        glad she let it go, albus offered something close to a reassuring smile ---- though he wasn’t sure who he was trying to reassure.  ❝ that’s always fun. if i don’t make top fifteen, ‘m protesting. seriously though, what’s up with all the sudden impactful decisions.  ❝

[fckalbus-blog]

alixsms:

“Nah, you’re right, my version of brooding tends to involve a lot more smacking pompous dickweeds upside the head,” she shot him a vaguely threatening glare, before rolling her eyes at the wink. It was too much work holding a grudge against someone when you were staying at their place, even though she still thought he was an idiot. “Shocking. Just do your best, and if it’s really terrible I’ll only mock you mercilessly.” She encouraged him, and was considering the options when he suggested porn. She stared at him for a moment. “Is that even allowed here? Scorpius won’t even have sex in this apartment– are you guys really that frigid or is he just hyperactively self-conscious?”

       ❝ so violent. so cruel. so determined to leave me in pieces, ❝ he murmured, shaking his head.  ❝ funny, i think my first boyfriend said the exact same thing..... ❝ he mused, flipping to a twilight zone episode. at her question, he made a small noise of acknowledgement, and rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, fully aware how strange it’d seem to others. hell, it seemed strange to him sometimes. ❝ ‘s definitely not frigid. i think everyone here’s closer to sex addict than frigid. it’s not just scor, though, either. i don’t bring guys back here. it’s just-it feel strange. not right. almost like- ❝ breaking off, he finished with a smile and shrug. ❝ anyways, i dunno why scor does it. i’ve told him i’d fuck off to let him if he wanted. ❝

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willavictoire:

“Albus, that’s not good. Isn’t your job for wicked intelligent people and intense focus? Do you need to talk about anything? Lawyer’s promise that I won’t tell anyone?”

       ❝ ‘s supposed to be, but they let a few stragglers through by mistakes, sometimes. actually, though, i’ve been spending my sleepless nights cuddlin’ with books, so not entirely wasted. thanks for the offer, vic, but i  think i’m good. how are you ??  ❝

[fckalbus-blog]

partlydead:

“Mhm, it’s a talent of mine.”

      ❝ a well appreciated one, i’m sure.  ❝

[fckalbus-blog]

skormalfoy:

He was taken aback as Albus began speaking again. It wasn’t anything he’d never heard before or things he hadn’t already known. “I’m an Auror, Al. It’s part of the job that my life gets put at risk every day.” It wasn’t like he could just up and quit or not agree to do anything they asked him to. It was his job and he was good at it. He had never wanted to be just a Malfoy, living off the family foturne or working in the Apothecary or just anything following in their footsteps. The Ministry - especially after meeting Albus’ father - was the only sound choice that Scorpius could make. But, he understood where Albus’ fears were coming from. He felt them too when anyone he cared about was on a dangerous job. He wanted to reach out and pull Albus to him, to comfort him and tell him that he wasn’t going anywhere, but he couldn’t. He’d be making a gamble with that. There was no guarentee that nothing would happen to him, in fact it was the opposite. It was very likely that he’d get injured on every job he went on.

He saw right through what Albus was trying to do, deflect with humour and pretend like it was all a joke to him. It was easier than dealing with the truth. Even Scorpius was guilty of using that tactic often when it suited him. He laughed. “It’s not just my place, you know that right? I don’t want this to be my house. It’s our house. You and me. Yeah, Rose sticks around but she wasn’t there those first years. For either of us. If things had turned out differently, it would have just been us here, or even at the Manor,” he laughed, again. “I knew, from second year, that I wanted to live with you and I doubt I’d be welcome to live with your family. Getting a place for us seemed like the logical solution.”

“As for Alice,” he continued, “she’s not going to care what you wear.” He smiled, watching Albus lay on his bed, and swung around in his chair to prop his feet up on the bed. “To answer your question, no, we’re not dating. She and I are.. complicated. I’m not interested in starting a relationship with her, but she is a good shag and a good ally to have but.. other than that? She’s just a friend.” He raised an eyebrow before looking down to pick at a spot on his trousers. “What about you? You have anyone of interest?”

          eyes seemed to drift towards a spot on the wall, past scorpius on their own accord. he was proud, undoubtedly, of who scor had grown into and how damn good he was at his job ----- he just wished he had found an interest in something less life threatening, something that didn’t have such a steep toll. memories of his father spending holidays in the hospital rather than at home were not something he’d forget so readily. ❝ i know...... just wish you had been passionate ‘bout the care and study of flobberworms instead. spare me some grey hairs. ❝ rubbing the back of his neck, a plastic grin forced its way onto his face, ❝ just don’t die on me, please. i’d have to bring you back and kill you myself seven times over if you did. ❝ and that was the closest he could come to admitting in the moment that he’d be lost without the other. 

            ❝ since second year ?? consecutively ??  ❝ he clarified. there were times he certainly wouldn’t have wanted to live with himself. he had been a fucking dick. ❝ braver than i am. i would’ve started having second thoughts around the time i started scribblin’ your name with hearts in my notes ---- or the nail polish phase. that was bad. ❝ looking abashed, he partially covered his hand with his face as though it would help shield him from the realities of his past behaviors. ❝ it was always going to be you and me here though, huh ?? ❝  a soft smile passed over his face before it was replace by a mischievous glint in his eyes. ❝ does that mean we can kick rose out and get a pet instead ??  ❝

               ❝ does she know that ?? you have a tendency to get admirers without you knowin’, scor.  ❝ he pointed out, ❝ and complicated can become a helluva lot less complicated a helluva lot quicker than you’d think. ❝ a deep breath and a weak smile,  ❝ actually, ‘s not my place. ❝ he couldn’t help but scoff, rolling his eyes as he looked back at scor. ❝ do i ever ?? i mean, there’s guys, but no relationships, no sticking around with my bullshit for long, really. ‘m bad at those. ❝

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willavictoire:

“You look exhausted. Did you get any sleep last night?”

    ❝ no, but not to worry. ‘ve never slept well. my plan is just to drown myself in dreamless sleep if it comes to it.  ❝

[fckalbus-blog]

partlydead:

“Oh, it’s just you. I was afraid it was someone important.”

      ❝ well fuck, don’t ya just know how to go and make a guy feel special.  ❝

[fckalbus-blog]

alixsms:

Alice didn’t watch a lot of muggle tv, she didn’t even have a tv at her house, so she didn’t really know what she was watching. She’d tried to get one and the ghosts had freaked out and fried the thing, so she hadn’t tried to bring another one in since. Her eyes flashed dangerously at the nickname he gave her, narrowing as she wondered how much trouble she’d get in if she murdered him now. But she didn’t move, killing the son of the chosen one would probably be frowned upon. He returned with her water and she took it, silently glaring up at him. But when he apologized, she actually looked surprised. “If I forgive you, will you promise to stop moping? Seriously, just looking at you is giving me second-hand sulks over here.” She asked, then glanced at the screen. “Like what? I don’t usually watch tv.” She offered him the remote.

            unable to stop himself, albus barked a laugh before going silent a moment and nodding. ❝ yeah, yeah. guess it wouldn’t kill me. besides, i’m not sure that-  ❝ gesturing to her face  ❝-could pull off brooding as well as i can. ❝ throwing a wink her way, he absentmindedly began flickering through the channels. thank fuck that was over. despite not forgiving himself for what his actions, there was some relief in the fact that she didn’t seem to hate him any more so than usual. ❝ well, ‘ve been told i have pretty shitty taste in entertainment, so not sure if i’ll be much help, ❝ he admitted, sprawling out besides her. ❝ do you like aliens, people dying, fuckin’ awful romances, or documentaries ?? ‘s pretty much the extent of my expertise.  ❝ a pregnant pause.  ❝-well, that or porn but..........  ❝

[fckalbus-blog]

skormalfoy:

It wasn’t that Scorpius had been avoiding Albus, it was that he didn’t know what to say. He sat at his desk, wondering how he was going to confront what had happened. Sure, nothing had happened to him, but he was still rattled. It should have been him. He was the one who told Alice to go after Albus, to protect him. He should have let Alice handle the Vampires and gone after his best friend himself. But, then he might have lost two friends.

He looked up when he heard a knock and didn’t have time to say anything before the door opened and Albus stepped in. He turned around in his chair to look at the brunet. He laughed and looked away. “I guess I’m too much of an asset to be benched like that.” He smiled, but it felt strained and forced, even to him. “You feelin’ replaced or something?” He teased. “Alice and I aren’t doing anything, alright? She’s just sleeping in my room. ‘sides, I owe her. Her house is a death trap and I already almost ruined her life once, now twice,” he corrects himself. “If she makes you uncomfortable or you’re not okay with her being here, I can take her somewhere else - or let her go back home. She doesn’t have to stay here.”

           crossing his arms albus let a small, unimpressed noise fall from his lips. ❝ you’re too much of an asset to me to loose. ‘swear to salazar, scor.....  ❝ standing in front of scor, it was hard to push off the concerns that had crushed him under their weight while scor was in quarantine. hours of not knowing and pacing had left him shaken.  ❝ i’m a few years too late and too invested to try and make a new friend, yeah ?? ❝ 

           trying to brush away the solemnity, a pout played at his lips. ❝ terribly. you don’t even tell me you love me anymore, let alone compliment my roguish good looks. what am i supposed to think ??  ❝ snorting, he shrugged once more,  ❝ not my business, anyways. hey !! i claim at least partial credit for nearly ruing her life this time. ❝ something which he felt terrible about, but jokes were much easier, no ?? ❝ scor, we’ve talked about this before; just ‘cos i don’t have any friends to bring around, doesn’t mean you can’t bring yours. your house, your rules, yeah ?? ‘s just weird. i feel obligated to put on more than just boxers in the morning.  ❝ flopping down onto scor’s bed and sprawling out, arm propping up his face he turned to look back at the blonde.  ❝ so...... you datin’ her or something ??  ❝

[fckalbus-blog]

alixsms:

It wasn’t that there was nothing to watch on television that had Alice flicking through the channels like it was a race. There were plenty of perfectly interesting things she could stop on, but instead she clicked the remote right through them without even really giving them a second glance. She hated sitting still, and the fact that even walking around the apartment made her leg ache wasn’t helping. She had her legs stretched out across the couch, and her bandaged leg was propped up on a pillow. She wore a pair of tiny shorts and a green zip-up hoodie, her bright hair tied back in a wavy ponytail. 

She was still channel surfing when she heard one of the bedroom doors open, and she glanced up to see the middle Potter child skulking out. She held in a groan, her eyes flickering back to the television. She didn’t regret protecting him, but she was angry that she’d had to. If he’d listened to her very sensible directions instead of trying to play hero, maybe she wouldn’t have gotten hurt. When he sat down, she put the remote down, letting the channel land where it would. “Nothing, really,” she shrugged at his question, turning her golden brown eyes in his direction. “Relax, Sparky. I’m not gonna bite you,” she rolled her eyes at him. “Would you mind getting me a glass of water, before you do?”

         dull, uninterested eyes rested on the telly’s screen and watched bright, obnoxious cartoon characters get up to their typical slap-stick routines. if only life was so simple as crushing people with anvils. sparky. dear salazar, that was going to stick, wasn’t it ?? suppressing a groan of both irritation and resignation, he rose to his feet.  ❝ sure thing, cherry. ❝ and moments later, he’d return with a glass in hand. contemplating actually heading back to his room and just trying to read himself into obliviousness, he paused and turned to actually look at alice. ❝ look, i know you don’t really give a fuck about what i have to say, and i can’t make up for it or change it, but i really am sorry. ❝ god he was terrible at this shit. ❝ moving on, i definitely know there’s gotta be somethin’ better than this, ❝ he said, gesturing to the screen. 

[fckalbus-blog]

@skormalfoy

             days had passed since the party and it seemed as though everyone was still trapped within their own thoughts. albus could hardly blame rose or scorpius - he was doing the same, after all - but it was beginning to get lonely. conversations felt fleeting, and albus was growing tired of it. not to mention that he still worried for them; scorpius more so. between unsanctioned missions and quarantine, albus was certain certain he was going to go prematurely gray if not fall prey to an early heart-attack. walking to scor’s room, he knocked twice before tentatively peeking in. the extra-precautions felt strange, but he didn’t particularly want to accidentally stumble across alice. 

             ❝ hey malfoy, so i talked to dad today and tried to convince him to get you a desk job. he didn’t bite, ❝ he half-teased with a lopsided grin. if only, if only. ❝ so anyways, what have you been doin’ lately ---- besides out house guest ?? you’ve seemed sort of out of it lately. or is that just me ??  ❝  head cocked to the side, prying eyes stared at scorpius for a moment before shrugging and turning to play with some things on scor’s desk.