dorks

albus is fed up with james’ so called ‘comedic timing’

+ a bonus james barging in:

Scorpius coming out to Astoria 🤍

Part one - part two

Albus’ version

Albus is done studying, but getting Scorpius out of the library is a chore

I imagine Albus came out to his family in his 6th year after he and Scorpius had been dating for a few months and this is how it happened

A sleepy Scorbus I started back in September, forgot about till recently and completed just now 💚

the slytherin duo  ♥

Albus and Scorpius love train rides, specially after missing each other during the summer

kinktober, day 29. masturbation/getting caught

:D This is a personal fave, to be honest. I wrote my first Scorbus!!! And they’re 16, so there’s my warning. Also, thanks to the best @coriesocks for the beta. 😍

Albus never wanted any of this. It was his sixth year at Hogwarts and still, he couldn’t bear being sorted into Slytherin.

He hated everything about it.

Hated the way everyone looked at him with pity, as if they were sorry the Hat had got it so wrong with him. Hated the fact that both James and Lily had been sorted into Gryffindor, like his mother and father, for that matter. Hated that his fellow housemates snickered at him, made fun of him and generally avoided him for being Harry Potter’s son. 

Albus went as far as to hate the colour green, despite it being his eye colour. 

But above all, he hated Scorpius Malfoy. No, well. That wasn’t entirely correct. He hated the way Scorpius’ arse looked in his Quidditch leather; hated the way his much-loathed colour looked vibrant and joyful when Scorpius wore it; hated the way one of Scorpius’ smiles could make Albus’ guts twist.

Scorpius had meant well at first, Albus remembered. When he’d been freshly sorted into Slytherin, Scorpius had held out his hand and welcomed him with a big smile. Albus had been so sour he had just scowled and sat in the farthest possible seat from him. 

What an idiot. And now, of course, he couldn’t do anything but stare at the perfect curve of Scorpius’ lips, at the way he curled into a small ball every night when he read in the common room as if trying to conserve as much body heat as he could— all the while pretending to dislike him. He owed it to his father, lest people start saying Potters and Malfoys could get along.

Merlin, Albus seriously hated everything, these stupid prejudices and grudges too, but sometimes wondered if the Hat had been right about him, after all, judging by the cowardice that overpowered Albus every time he thought about trying to speak to Scorpius without sneering or cutting remarks. 

That was how Albus Severus Potter, age sixteen and hormones running wild, found himself wanking furiously every night to fantasies of Scorpius Malfoy, hating the way things turned out, hating the fucking green curtains of his bed.

Tonight was no different. Albus drew the hideous curtains closed around his bed, laid on the mattress and slipped a hand into his pyjama bottoms. He was already hard, images of perfect Scorpius Malfoy curling in on himself in front of the fireplace damning his mind.

He took his time, slowly rolling the skin down his glans, hissing when it brushed his frenulum, immediately bringing a finger to slide over his slit until beads of pre-come leaked, coating his fingers.

A moan escaped Albus’ lips and he gripped his cock, circling it tightly, finally conjuring lube. It was a spell that every bloke at Hogwarts learnt around their third year. He kept his teasing, wandering lower, massaging his sack in earnest. The vein that ran through Albus’ cock throbbed, making it twitch. 

Drops of perspiration started to form on Albus’ temples and anticipation made him clench his stomach: he quickly stripped from his trousers and pants, drawing his legs up to his chest, finally slipping a finger to his rim, pushing steadily until it went all the way in. 

Albus groaned, shifting on the sheets to adjust his position, arching his back at the burning feeling in his arse. He needed more, he wanted more, and just as he started fucking himself, his mind supplied him with glorious images of Scorpius flying, elegant and confident, scanning the sky.

“Fuck, Jesus.” Albus’ entire body was trembling now. He added a second finger, all teasing forgotten. He set a frantic rhythm, desperate to find the spot to his prostate. 

It was between his groans that a shock of blond hair appeared through the curtains, Scorpius’ face peeking in just as Albus found his prostate and started writhing with abandon.

“Salazar, Potter,” Scorpius murmured, quickly stepping into Albus’ personal space and closing the curtains behind himself.

Albus’ eyes flew to him, widening impossibly, but he didn’t remove his fingers from his arse. He was frozen. 

“I-I, s-sorry, but you were… Albus, for fuck’s sake, you know how to cast silencing charms, yes?” Scorpius’ eyes were trained on his feet, his cheeks bright red.

The sight made Albus’ cock harden even more if that was possible. He couldn’t help the tiny moan that slipped past his lips and Scorpius’ eyes snapped to him. 

“I don’t care, Scorpius,” Albus said, panting. “Couldn’t you just cast it yourself from outside? I’m… busy.” Albus kept his eyes on Scorpius’ and pushed his fingers further in to prove his point.

Scorpius seemed frozen to the spot, clenching the curtains behind himself, eyes still fixed on Albus’. He swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bouncing. 

“Fine,” Albus murmured. “Stay, then.” 

“I could…” Scorpius finally found his voice again and it was low, rough and it sent shivers down Albus’ spine. He cast a quick silencing charm, climbing into the bed with Albus. “…help you with that.”

Albus’ mouth opened in shock. “I thought Malfoys and Potters weren’t supposed to be… fraternising.” 

Scorpius smirked, tentatively brushing a hand down Albus’ chest. “You thought wrong,” he murmured, securing his hand around Albus’ shaft. 

scorpius just found out that when you are in love, life feel rose gold

“he is all i need”

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Fluffy Scorbus because I need it and love them so much ;_;

i wonder who’s Scorpius staring at (clue: it’s the same black haired boy he has been staring at since first year)

Albus doesn’t really like school, but at least Hogwarts has Scorpius

spending time in the slytherin common room

library kisses