#albypotter

[suhmayzooka]

several hours late but ur the maths mutual and also the “has excellent and correct opinions on fandom even though people will disagree w them” mutual

i love being Right about things <3

[bluewanderings]

MARINA can i rec you the first scorbus fic i ever read that’s from like. 2009 and not cursed child compliant at all but SO good

yes you ABSOLUTELY can

[thealmostrhetoricalquestion]

the H in jesus h christ actually stands for. Hell

blasphemy! it’s obviously Henry. or Hermentrude

[accioscorp]

🌹🌹

Since you sent two, here’s two snippets from the next chapter of “I Never Planned On Someone Like You” !!

He picked Buttons up, rubbing his belly as he purred happily in his arms. Eventually he curled himself up on Albus’ lap and drifted asleep as Albus replied to some messages from back home.

And here’s a cheeky cliff hanger 👀

And then Albus made one of the biggest mistakes of his life.

[scorpiuhsmalfoy]

16!!!

one falling asleep and laying their head on the other’s shoulder/chest

It was the heat of summer, the second to last day of term. Albus and Scorpius had retreated to their favourite place, the top of the astronomy tower. It was difficult to reach, but not as difficult as the Room of Requirement, which stubbornly never seemed to open for Albus. 

“it’s telling you you’ve got all that you need right her, Albus” Scorpius had said one afternoon when the brunette had paced up and down the corridor one hundred times. Albus had blushed a deep scarlet at that. 

“Well, what are you missing then?” Albus had said, and then apologised profoundly because of the one thing Scorpius was missing. But Scorpius had shook his head, and grabbed him by the hand instead of the wrist because they did that now, and pulled him up, up, and up. 

They were sat up there for far longer than they should have, watching the sun sink down over the great lake. Once the sun was fully gone, they slinked away from the windows, Scorpius taking rest against the bricks and Albus taking rest on him. Albus scooted into his arms, his head leaning against Scorpius’ chest. Against his embrace, Scorpius felt his breathing slow. He leant forward slightly to confirm his suspicions. 

Albus was asleep, in his arms. 

Scorpius sighed contentedly, and held him just that little bit tighter. 

Send me a number between 1-16 and I’ll write a small bit of fluff!

[yannfredericks]

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Ahhhhh thank you so much for asking! Here’s a snippet from what I’ve been formerly referring to as ‘the hair dye fic’ which I will hopefully finish before the end of the year but who honestly knows at this point! Anyway the gang are best friends and love each other 👏🏻

A summer or two ago Karl remembers calling her from the floo at Craig’s house, they’d been discussing something stupid and unimportant, Karl’s never had a great memory so isn’t sure exactly what. He feels like it might have been the continuation of an argument over whether or not turning ‘up’ a muggle air conditioner made it hotter or colder after witnessing the contraption in action at Yann’s a week prior. Karl thought hotter, Polly thought colder, and Yann said it just referred to ‘the force of the blowing’ which had Karl in stitches for a good twenty minutes and had resulted in him pissing his pants for the first time since he was seven and come to think of it, maybe they were arguing over whether or not leaking, at most, a tablespoon of piss was the equivalent of full on pissing your pants?

In any case, it had been a stupid, but altogether harmless argument they were having when Polly’s father had appeared behind her, something almost cartoonishly evil about him, dark and heavy like a looming thunderstorm, and made some cutting remark about the childish nature of her humour, and that hearing her shrieking over something so trivial was irritating and disappointing, but at the very least explained why her grades were so low.

She’d shut down very quickly after that, face going carefully blank as she hung up the call. A lot of things about Polly started to make sense that day and they’d never flooed her house again.

His heart thrums with fierce loyalty, clambering at his rib cage to reach her.

Send me a 👀 for a snippet of a WIP!

[poirot]

hi! sorry if this is a super weird thing to ask but where did you find the first photo you used in /post/189129737745/wolfstar-listen-to-you-two-quarrelling-like-an ?

don’t worry, it’s not weird at all. here you go !

[bluewanderings]

marinaaaaa i will inevitably forget to do the thing but thank you for tagging me !!! id love to know something about "I hear the faraway ocean" eyes emoji

thank yooooouuuuuu jam 💙

I hear the faraway ocean is loosely based on Howl’s Moving Castle, with a few fun tropes thrown in that I want to explore and experiment with (merchant-buyer 👀 soulmate threads 👀👀)

a few things you can expect to find:

albus potter struggling with his magical gifts in a world that’s not super magic-friendly

curses!! lots of them!!

infamous local wizard/cursebreaker scorpius malfoy, who’s earned himself a bit of a dark reputation

a strange shop that comes and goes and is never quite the same if you’re lucky enough to find it twice

a snarky fire demon named cole

polly chapman ✨ albus-polly friendship ✨✨✨

soulmate threads!! but not strictly in a romantic sense because in this house we are aware that platonic relationships matter

the gang!!!!!! polly, yann, craig, and karl + scorpius found family trope  excellence 💕 being chaotic in their little wandering castle 💕

I’ve barely written anything, but here’s a little snippet:

They say that Malfoy is as handsome as he is wicked. That he seduces beautiful people he takes a fancy to and then devours their hearts. That his own heart was stolen by a demon, and that he hasn’t felt anything at all ever since.