have a scorbus something... snippet? scene? not even sure, but have it anyway!
"What's up with you?" Scorpius asked from his bed, placing his quill down to give Albus his full attention.
Albus halted in his tracks, not realising that his out-of-character behaviour had been so noticeable. He slowly removed his robes as he shrugged. "Nothing, I'm fine."
"Really?" Scorpius said, only a hint of annoyance in his tone. But his eyes were soft and full of concern. "Because you've been practically avoiding me all day and acting out in classes, which is when I know something is going on in your mind. And you don't have to tell me, but please don't straight up lie to me and tell me you're fine when all the evidence points to you not being fine."
"I want to tell you," Albus started, losing his confidence almost as quickly as it came. He could barely look at Scorpius.
"But?"
Albus sighed. "But I don't want you to look at me differently." Scorpius raised his eyebrows, urging Albus to go on. "Because I like the way you look at me. You look at me with this softness and this innocence and if I tell you what's going on, it might change the way you see me and no longer look at me like that and if you want me to be honest with you, that might kill me."
"What if I promise not to see you any differently?" Scorpius had this look of concern on his face now as he shuffled around, feet on the floor, perched on the end of his bed.
"You can't promise me that."
"I can promise that you're my best friend and whatever it is that's troubling you also troubles me, so we can figure this out together, Albus."
The way Scorpius said his name made his knees go weak. It made him want to tell him all his secrets, like the way he was foolishly in love with him. And before Albus knew it, words were spilling from his mouth.
"I like someone," he started. If Scorpius was surprised, he didn't show it. He only watched him intensely. "And this person, they're great and kind and funny and so smart and way out of my league, and I shouldn't feel this way about them but no matter how hard I try, I just can't unfeel these things. It's like they put a spell on me and every day, I wake up and I can't stop thinking about them. About you. Because it's you, it's always you, and you're there with your soft eyes and careful smile and you have me in a chokehold."
Albus was pacing back and forth now, his legs needing to move as fast as his words were. Scorpius stayed silent, watching him gather his thoughts and blurt them out. "And I shouldn't feel this way because you're my best friend, I cherish that more than anything, but the tragic truth, Scorpius, is that I can't stop thinking about kissing you!"
The room was silent as the words Albus blurted hung between them. He stopped pacing, barely able to look at his best friend. His eyes were pinned on his socked feet, when two more feet appeared in his line of vision.
Mismatched socks. A direct opposition to Albus' black socks.
"Then just do it."
Albus' head shot up, green eyes meeting grey.
"What?"
"Just do it." Scorpius repeated, not an ounce of regret swimming in his eyes. "Get it out of your head."
Scorpius usually struggled with eye contact, but he held Albus' eye like his life depended on it. Albus' heart was beating so fast he was almost sure he would pass out soon enough. He couldn't be hearing Scorpius right, surely his brain was playing tricks on him.
But there was his best friend, standing in front of him, daring him to kiss him.
"Do it, Albus, before I do."
Without a second longer to think, Albus' hands were on Scorpius' cheeks and he was pulling him close until their lips connected. It was desperate and messy and Albus almost pulled away prematurely, but then Scorpius' hands were on his hips, pulling their bodies closer and their kiss deepened as he tilted his head slightly to the side. It felt like a lifetime, a lifetime of pure undiluted joy, of everything he had ever wanted.
They slowly pulled apart, but their bodies remained close together, eyes locked and breathing ragged. Albus' skin was on fire where Scorpius' fingers gripped at his waist. Albus realised then that this wasn't just a silly crush, but that he would burn the world down for this boy in his arms. He would fight wars and travel oceans to see him smile, he would climb mountains to see him happy, he would duel anyone who made him sad. Scorpius was the only thing that mattered to him.
"Now you can stop thinking about it," Scorpius said, his breathing still not caught up with him. "And the next time you do think about it, you can just do it."
His eyes widened.
"I mean, if you want to do it again, that is."
"Absolutely," Albus whispered, barely finding his words.
Scorpius grinned, his smile brighter than ever and Albus couldn't help but mirror it, his heart now lighter. Scorpius gripped his waist tighter, pulling him impossibly closer and just before their lips met again, Scorpius mumbled, "now it's my turn."
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untitled scorbus wip snippet
aka i'm bored and trying to ease back into writing so I can finally finish life after so heres a bit of my dumb annoyances to lovers scorbus fic based somewhat loosely on shadow and bone verse wesper where scorpius works with cbj at a bubble tea shop and may or may not have had reason to be rude to albus (who has definitely never met him before!!!!) <3
“He was just so rude! He was completely arrogant, he had a problem with me almost the moment I walked in the door— I’m fucked if I know why—and he was so—”
“Rude?” Polly sighs, both exasperated and amused at once. “You have repeated this about six times now, Albus.”
“Because I still can’t believe it! I’m in shock, I’m actually in shock. You owe me four pounds by the way.”
“We both know I’m not giving you four pounds.”
“We do,” Albus concedes, his shoulders dropping, “but you could at least pretend.”
“I would, buttercup, but you know I have a real thing about honesty,” Polly hums. She takes another sip of her coconut tea and pauses, both for effect and to chew a couple of pearls. “Which is why I’m also going to tell you it sounds like you kind of want to fuck this barista.”
Albus splutters. “Excuse me?!”
“You spent a little too long describing his hair at the start there,” Polly says, “and using the word freakishly when talking about his blue eyes actually does nothing but tell me that you were paying attention.”
“I was painting you a picture!”
“You were writing me the beginning of an erotic novel.”
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