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without spite my heart may actually stop

You know you've lost your social skills when your friend visits and all you want is your friend to leave so you can finish reading your book

#reading #books #bookish #nerdy #relatable

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alternicobase

Stop whatever the hell you are doing right now and see this! Super Mario to a violin.

bluedragonkaiser

This isn’t what you think it is. It’s better.

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micdotcom

kushandwisdom

Good Vibes here

heavenlybookish

ma boy

When you go into a book store and buy a book that you know you'll never get round to reading but you buy it anyway because you'll regret it when you can't find it again.

#books #asthetic

Even Waitrose loves old school @danisnotonfire

#danisnotonfire #dan howell #phan

cursedchildscorpius

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Merlin’s sparkly pants I’m nervous” Scorpius mumbled to himself as he and Albus trudged through the freshly fallen snow towards Hogsmeade village. Albus watched as Scorpius picked fluff from his long and very expensive Madame Malkins coat. He then adjusted his scarf, faffed with his hair and checked his breath before returning to the coat again. Scorpius was doing what Albus had coined as his ‘worry dance’ which was only brought out for particularly stressful occasions. He’d feel bad if it wasn’t extremely funny to watch.

My contribution to @scorrbus ‘s Scorbus Network Challenge 1: First Date.

This fic is very creatively entitled The First Date A One-Shot set in Albus and Scorpius’ sixth year at Hogwarts. When Rose doesn’t show up, Albus and Scorpius end up going on an accidental first date. Pure Scorpius and Albus fluff. Full of awkward conversations and strange situations.

This is my first ever proper fanfiction so please tell me what you think <3

Oops?

James: So Mr. Scorpius Malfoy... How long have you fancied Rose?

Scorpius: About 4 years

James: And your middle name is

Scorpius: Hyperion

James: And your boyfriend's name is

Scorpius: Albus

All: *GASP*

Scorpius: What no! I misunderstood! You said boyfriend? I thought you said best friend! Albus is my... Best friend.

Albus: You bastard! You lying bastard!

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mirror

Inspired by that headcanon I suddenly had while doing the dishes and listening to ‘Mirrors’ by Justin Timberlake. Basically Scorbus goes exploring and finds the Mirror of Erised.

They stumbled upon it one night, in one of the few times they’ve sneaked out of bed.

Since they practically changed history and traveled through space and time, Albus and his best and only friend Scorpius the Dreadless have been more than daring in their attempts of mischief and mayhem. Honestly, Albus felt more like his family than he ever had, and Scorpius’ dreams were basically coming true.

It was in an abandoned classroom, in a locked corridor with a rusty doorknob. A simple ‘Alohomora’ was enough to let them through, and Scorpius followed Albus cautiously, his hand on his best friend’s shoulder. At sixteen, they were already becoming too big for the Invisibility Cloak, their feet scuffling slightly on the dusty flooring.

Harry Potter had told his children about the Mirror of Erised a long time ago. To Albus, it was almost like a children’s bedtime story; to Scorpius it was a valuable piece of history.

“Do you think we’ll learn more about ourselves?” Scorpius whispered in awe. Albus shrugged. “Dunno. I hope so.” He frowned slightly. “You’d think by now we’d know ourselves better. I still don’t know what I want.” Scorpius nudged him gently. “Let’s go ahead then, shall we?”

They walked towards the towering mirror, side by side, slowly.

Albus thought about everything he had yet to discover about himself - how much he and his father actually had in common, why he hadn’t had a girlfriend yet, how he received a handful of O.W.L.s but didn’t know what to do with his life, how he would feel if one day he actually lost his best friend.

Scorpius thought about everything he thought he wanted - his mother back with him, his father’s approval, Rose Granger-Weasley, being locked in a room full of books and being a history scholar forever, and spending all his time with Albus.

Both boys - young men, now - stepped forward together, side by side, facing the mirror, both pairs of eyes closed.

Hesitantly, Albus opened one eye, and then another. In disbelief, he nudged Scorpius, whose eyes were still closed, his hands clammy. “Scorp, open your eyes,” he whispered. Scorpius gulped and nodded. He opened his eyes.

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Albus whispered, almost in awe.

Scorpius, though thoroughly discombobulated, nodded. “I think so?” he said.

Albus reached out a hand to touch the mirror, his head shaking in disbelief.

Nothing was different. All Albus saw was their reflection - just him and Scorpius, side by side.

Scorpius chuckled. “It’s… it’s you and me.”

Albus nodded. “It’s the same?” He laughed. “Wow this… this was a risky trip for some mirror.” He frowned suddenly. “Unless perhaps… it doesn’t work anymore?”

Scorpius shook his head. “There’s no way. This kind of magic… it never fades.”

Suddenly, their heads both snapped to the mirror. It was still the same - them, standing side by side - but now, their hands reached for each other, their fingers interlacing.

Scorpius tore his eyes away from their reflection and glanced at his own hand, right next to Albus’. “Unless…” He gulped. “Your heart’s desire…”

Wordlessly, Albus took Scorpius’ hands in his own and laced his fingers in Scorpius’ - now thoroughly mirroring their reflection. Scorpius is stunned for a moment, but he doesn’t let go - he realized he doesn’t want to.

After what seemed like years, Albus finally cleared his throat. “Well… I did once say I didn’t need anyone else but you.”