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"I love you like all-fire"

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go when you're ready

“I think you lead people on.” Albus says. “People? Plural? This is quite the accusation, Albus.” Scorpius drawls, an amused smile toying with the curve of his lips. There it is. Albus watches it and remembers what it feels like against his own. “Who do you think I’m leading on?” Albus blinks up to meet Scorpius’ gaze. “I haven’t the faintest idea.”

Or: Albus and his ill-advised, alcohol-induced, intensely-yearning situationship with his best friend would be a lot more successful if they spent their time talking instead of kissing.

chapter one

chapter two

read on ao3 here!

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this is the most beautiful piece of art i've seen in a long time oh my god

ac: likeafunerall

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when lenore dove comes to me now, she’s not angry or dying (…). she’s grown older with me, her face etched with fine lines, her hair touched with gray. like she’s been living her life beside me as the years passed, instead of lying in her grave. still so rare and radiant.

prints + merch + commission info pinned to profile :)

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when your circle small but y’all doomed by the narrative

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i had to draw this moment. district 12 tributes my babies, their hug got me good ☹️

any spoilers here are minor and/or out of context spoilers so don’t yell at me lol

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songbird, mockingjay and dove

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albus struggles to feel the love his family gives him and feels that he’s not worthy of it and will never receive the kinds of love he knows. all because he believes he never lived up to truly being a potter. but scorpius really sees him for who he is. not ‘harry potters son’ or the ‘slytherin squib’. he sees albus as his best friend and his guiding force when things feel dark and helpless. holding on to the one he loves so dearly when he felt cold and weak at the hands of the dementors? that decision was always easy.

scorpius is seen as a curse and unloveable, the supposed child of voldemort, and feels unworthy from that sentiment. like he’ll never feel true love because he lost love from his mother and was seen as something evil from a terrible rumour. but albus sees him as a light in the darkness. his light in the darkness. and albus would sacrifice his own life if it meant scorpius could be safe. because scorpius in pain is his worst fear. he’d rather die than see the one he loves tortured. that decision was always easy.

albus and scorpius always have and always will give each other everything and love each other so easily. because from that very first day, a simple decision to share sweets in a train carriage together was easy. just like breathing.

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thought about Albus Potter so deeply before going to bed that I sent myself into a half manic spiral and started one of the worst migraines I’ve had in months and this is how I imagine Harry Potter feels every day

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Emily Henry novels!

beach read / people we me meet on vacation / book lovers / happy place / funny story

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the sillies 🫶

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its the most wonderful time of the year for jily christmas ✨

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i lied. put your clothes back on. let’s talk about why cursed child is so overly hated and criticised but is actually one of the most beautiful, raw and complex pieces of work in the harry potter franchise.

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the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

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life after - chapter twelve

Green eyes stare back at Albus as he examines himself in the clinical light of the bathroom mirror. Is it written on his face? Could someone tell just by looking at him? He bites his lip and tilts his head, leaning in closer. Is it right there, hiding in the spattering of freckles? Or, more likely, the curve of his mouth when he thinks about Scorpius?

The word has taken to visiting him more frequently now. Tugging on his sleeve, lurking in the corner of the glass. He turns around but it’s never there to face him, it just lingers nearby and haunts his reflection. Occasionally, it’s a little more violent and kicks him in the shin to trip him up, sending him stumbling for purchase. He’s getting used to it, though. This phantom. He thinks they could eventually be friends even.

Maybe.

He frowns. His nervous, freckled face frowns back at him.

If it would just give him time. If it could just accept I know what you are, but I can’t say it for an answer. He’s not stupid or in denial, he’s processing. He’s getting there, and now that he’s off school he has all the time in the world to turn it over in his mind. To mouth that first foreboding syllable.

He thinks of Patrick. Then, of Scorpius. Always of Scorpius.

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