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stairs at godrics hollow

parallels

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Ohh thats a shame on not continuing the long stories. I am new to the fandom so any recommendations are welcome. Also didnt notice that the fandom was quite big :)

Aw I’m sorry, I’ve been writing it for over five years though! Since 2017, so for me it’s time to move on :) but all my fics fit into the same universe if you want to read those, and this blog is full of snippets and headcanons and things! Welcome to the fandom :)

Fic recs that are like, my ultimates: (again search this blog for loads more recs!)

- A Perfect Heart’s Length Away by trolleybitch

- oh I’m gonna let the future in by thealmostrhetoricalquestion

- the Tea Time series by ellizablue

- Life After by slightalbus

- Blessings, Bunting and Bake Sales by karl_jenkins

- in the moment we’re lost and found by scorpiusshug

#Cannot recomend all of these enough 🥹🥹 #also not my little drastoria fic there stop ily

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life after - chapter 10

“You’ll get there,” Scorpius promises during one of their many private study sessions, holed up in the back of the library. He shifts closer to Albus, leaning right into his space to inspect his Transfiguration essay. “It’s supposed to be hard, you know. If it was easy you wouldn’t be learning.”

“I’m not convinced that it’s meant to be this hard,” Albus laments. He winces when he pulls at a nail too hard and rips it to the quick. Scorpius’s eyes dart down to catch the movement and he lets out a puff of breath when he sees the bead of blood form.

“You’re hurting yourself,” he says, almost at a whisper, then pulls a tissue from his pocket and wraps the offending finger in it. It’s unnecessary, especially for one drop of blood, but Albus doesn’t complain when Scorpius takes his hand and holds it in his lap to stop him from fiddling further. He tries to concentrate, but it’s hard when Scorpius’s thumb is rubbing distracting little circles into the back of his hand, even as his finger throbs.

Huddled together over the parchment, Scorpius softly reads the essay aloud. It all goes in one ear and out the other as Albus watches the pinch in his brow, the concentration on his face. He’s so close that Albus could kiss him. It wouldn’t even be a stretch; they’re practically cheek to cheek as it is.

“I think we need to rework this bit here,” Scorpius says, quill hovering over the second paragraph. He turns and Albus can see the moment he realises how close they are, nose to nose now, and he watches, with heat unfurling in his chest, as the high points of Scorpius’s cheeks flush a light pink.

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#i need everybody in my life to read this fic #best thing since sliced bread

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thinking about iconic bisexual couple yann and polly <3

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thoughts on each cc character’s favourite taylor era

niche= achieved

Albus- would say reputation but also loves folklore (his reasoning for rep is bc he thinks its a powerful response to the media and their disgusting attitude to her ((and it makes him seem a bit edgy)) he also really loves the vibes of folklore and the stories it tells

Scorpius- Lover (It has pastels, it has glitter, it just had to be his fave. may be controversial but I think he would really like the song me, its just happy and pure and true he is unique. He relates every single song to Albus ((minus soon you'll get better but for obvious reasons that song is close to his heart)) He will drag albus up to sing paper rings with him at every kareoke

Lily Lu- how dare you make her choose. she loves all of her children equally... but if she haddddd to pick one to listen to for the rest of time it would be folklore (plays it in her headphones as she walks through the forbidden forest before she meets Hagrid. when she refreshed insta to see the news she screamed the house down and sent letters to every person she knows to ensure they would be listening, has a huge crush on taylor)

Jsp- red (loves the drama of all too well will sing it in the gryffindor dorm showers after his latest breakup. He got into it when lily sent him a red cd when he got into gryffindor. He loves the fact gryffindor have a whole album for their house colours. He pus on the cd for every post quidditch party)

Harry- fearless (Ginny's love for a lil bit of country has rubbed off on him. Change is an anthem for the boy who lived. fearless is also just so very gryffindor, the best day always makes him cry bc he was robbed of those days with his parents. originally only had a copy on a cd but lily made him stream taylors version and he is delighted to find out about the concept of vault songs)

Ginny- debut (have you seen those boots, she's a country fan. She will make her husband do duets with her. she jams out to should have said no and picture to burn to the point where harry is concerned he has done something wrong, but she just loves their vibes.)

Draco- evermore (he's a classy bitch. he lives for autumn. loves gold rush and ivy. marjorie hits home for him as he knows astoria would have adored it. tolerate it makes him think of his relationship with his father, he has cried to the album multiple times. Was introduced to t swift by lily lu when he visited the potters for a sunday roast.

Astoria- a speak now gal! (she adores enchanted, makes her think of draco. long live is another fave, sings it to scorpius to get him to sleep. mean is her go to choice at kareoke! also bops out to haunted!)

i could defo do more of these lol I think I'll come back to this! Thank you for such an excellent ask!

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life after- chapter 3

Albus experiences his first hangover the next morning. He tells himself that that’s the reason he spends the first few hours of the day locked in a toilet stall, shaking and blinking back torturous flashbacks of how stupid he’d been. Definitely that and not the embarrassment of his desire, the way he’d let it overtake him, convince him that this was something he could have as it snaked its way through his veins. Not thinking about that horrific look of betrayal on Scorpius’s face before he disappeared back into the party and knowing it was his fault.

There’s a knock on the bathroom door which reverberates in his head and makes him groan. Albus presses his fists over his eyes and tries to swallow down the impending sick.

“Albus?”

He’s so confused that he doesn’t even recognise the voice. Can’t place it through the buzzing in his brain.

“Can I come in?”

Albus makes a sound so miserable that even he can’t tell whether it’s a yes or a no, but nevertheless, the door creaks open and he can quickly sense a figure looming over him.

When he cracks an eye open against the light he thinks he’s hallucinating. His brain is in no fit state to work out why Yann Fredericks would be here.

He makes another confused sound. Yann gives a pitying chuckle.

“Oh, babe,” he says sympathetically, “you’re not feeling too flash, are you?”

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#Yann helping albus with his hangover… #enough said!!! #Read the fic guys!

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life after- chapter 3

Albus experiences his first hangover the next morning. He tells himself that that’s the reason he spends the first few hours of the day locked in a toilet stall, shaking and blinking back torturous flashbacks of how stupid he’d been. Definitely that and not the embarrassment of his desire, the way he’d let it overtake him, convince him that this was something he could have as it snaked its way through his veins. Not thinking about that horrific look of betrayal on Scorpius’s face before he disappeared back into the party and knowing it was his fault.

There’s a knock on the bathroom door which reverberates in his head and makes him groan. Albus presses his fists over his eyes and tries to swallow down the impending sick.

“Albus?”

He’s so confused that he doesn’t even recognise the voice. Can’t place it through the buzzing in his brain.

“Can I come in?”

Albus makes a sound so miserable that even he can’t tell whether it’s a yes or a no, but nevertheless, the door creaks open and he can quickly sense a figure looming over him.

When he cracks an eye open against the light he thinks he’s hallucinating. His brain is in no fit state to work out why Yann Fredericks would be here.

He makes another confused sound. Yann gives a pitying chuckle.

“Oh, babe,” he says sympathetically, “you’re not feeling too flash, are you?”

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#rip Craig Bowker you would have lovedddd life after!!! #What a boy!!!! #don’t mind me I’m not longer a human just a puddle of adoration for this fic!!!

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life after - chapter two

posted chapter 2 tonight! hope you guys enjoy, would love to hear your thoughts!!

After the incident with Polly and the ink pot, Albus notices the hushed voices once again tailing him around the castle. He can feel the eyes on his back. The way people go quiet and stare when he enters a room.

He isn’t entirely sure if this is actually as bad as the other times, or if it’s just the first new bit of gossip to hit the scene since his and Scorpius’s dramatic return a couple of months ago. Either way, he hates it. He childishly wishes he had the option of hiding behind his Mum again like when he was younger.

Instead, he clings to Scorpius. He slots their hands together when he gains the nerve and squeezes them tight. We’re in this together, is what he hopes it tells him, we’ve been through worse.

At the same time, he hopes, desperately, that holding Scorpius’s hand isn’t sending the wrong message. It’s been awkward since Albus kissed him, but only because he refuses to talk about it. Not that Scorpius has tried to bring it up either.

If that’s something you need from me, you can have it.

He has to flex his hand and hold back a shudder every time the words come back to haunt him. He tries to blink away the memory of how selfish he’d been. Inevitable, he’d thought. That wasn’t fate, that was greed. Scorpius didn’t deserve that, he didn’t deserve that at all.

In between flashes of pink lips, soft breaths and flushed cheeks, Albus is also bombarded by the sound of shattering glass, and images of black ink covering him like blood. His stomach has been in knots for days.

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#chapter two!!!! #aka more of me losing my mind! #wow! just wow! #this fic is everything and moreeeeeeee!

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life after

"All three of us were drowning, and we didn't know how to save each other, but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together."

“There’s this feeling I get sometimes, and it starts in my heart, or, or my stomach, somewhere deep inside me, but then it spreads everywhere until it’s all I can feel, and it makes me feel sick to my core. I don’t know what it is, I don’t know what to do with it, but it hurts so, so much and I feel disgusting.”

“Oh?”

“And it’s like I want to share it, but I can’t, and it makes me feel like I’m dying with the way it fills me. It’s overwhelming. All I can do is lie here and try not to think about it. Do you ever feel like that?”

“Sometimes.”

“Do you know what it is?”

“I think it’s love.”

“Love isn’t supposed to be painful.” Albus whispers, crossing his arms across his stomach and rolling over.

“I know.” Scorpius says, pats his back and watches.

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Seeing Craig in a hospital bed is jarring. Even more so because Albus put him there.

Craig blinks at him wearily and raises a weak hand. It was a mistake to come, but Albus had to know, had to see for himself that what he had seen and felt in his bones to be true wasn’t.

“I’m sorry,” he offers and then bursts into embarrassing tears. He makes to leave; his Dad is waiting just outside the door.

“Stay,” Craig tells him.

So, he does.

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#wow so I am decades late bc life #but gUYS!!!! #Guys!!!!! #this fic??????? #insane!!!! #you???? Incredible talented #in actual awe of this fic and forever in awe of the depth and the care you put into these characters and the way you grasp their #relationship dynamics

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he llo i wrote my firs t fic it is extremely niche but hey ho

#Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous portrayal of Ron #And albus #ccsquad #cursed child fic rec #albus potter #beautiful depiction of grief #“The flowers bloomed around him. around craig.

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hello!!

i wrote a drabble about lily seeing the seven in godrics hollow and a bit of jilys last hours

i dont know why because it hurt me

#harry potter and the cursed child #such a beautiful fic #caused me a lot of emotional damage #jily #marauders #godrics hollow #cannot recommend this enough #jily fic rec #cursed child compliant #ccsquad

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‘“Will she be okay?” Yann asked the space Polly had been standing in. “In the new dorm.”’

If you’ve just finished heartstopper and are looking for something just as warm and fuzzy to read, this fic is for you 💖 it encapsulates the exact feeling I had whilst watching the series, Rosie is one of the most talented writers I know! Quidditch star Scorpius and gay potions nerd albus plus all the yolly action and trans Polly Chapman 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Spellbinder by littlerose13

Albus Potter is entering his fifth year of Hogwarts with a prefect badge and very little planned. He certainly isn't planning to befriend beloved Quidditch star and overall-very-popular sixth year Scorpius Malfoy, but Scorpius seems to have other ideas.

It's a lot to take for a self-described big, gay nerd like Albus, but he thinks with his best friends Yann, Polly and Karl by his side, he can handle anything fifth year throws his way.

A Cursed Child AU based on Heartstopper (the series)

Rating: T

Chapter: 1/8

Word count: 5969

Relationships: Scorpius/Albus, Yann/Polly, Rose/OFC

Warnings: Heartstopper spoilers, non-consensual kissing

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#fic rec #scorbus fic rec #spellbinder #i am spellbinded by this

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Spellbinder by littlerose13

Albus Potter is entering his fifth year of Hogwarts with a prefect badge and very little planned. He certainly isn't planning to befriend beloved Quidditch star and overall-very-popular sixth year Scorpius Malfoy, but Scorpius seems to have other ideas.

It's a lot to take for a self-described big, gay nerd like Albus, but he thinks with his best friends Yann, Polly and Karl by his side, he can handle anything fifth year throws his way.

A Cursed Child AU based on Heartstopper (the series)

Rating: T

Chapter: 1/8

Word count: 5969

Relationships: Scorpius/Albus, Yann/Polly, Rose/OFC

Warnings: Heartstopper spoilers, non-consensual kissing

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#GUYSSSS #GUYS GUYS GUYS

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Chapter 21 - Niffler’s Fancy

I Knew It All Along by littlerose13

Albus calmly chopped the carrot in front of him, thinking to himself that he likely wouldn’t see Scorpius emerge from his box of books until he’d completely finished making the dinner. He smiled fondly at the thought.

With that, he heard a scuffle suddenly from over on the sofa, his name being called out and hurried footsteps getting louder as Scorpius came bursting towards the kitchen.

“Albus!” He had a huge beam across his face.

“What’s happened?” Albus put down the carrot and dusted his hands off on his apron.

Scorpius said nothing but excitedly brandished a book, waving it around so enthusiastically Albus couldn’t even see what it was.

“It’s her,” he said, his smile somehow growing even further.

“Who?”

“This is her name.” Scorpius spoke breathlessly and he slapped the paperback book down onto the workshop bench, keeping his hand over the cover and watching Albus expectantly.

Albus took one bewildered look at his husband’s bright eyes and pink cheeks and simply goggled at him silently.

“Look,” Scorpius urged, nodding his head to the book, still trapped under his hand. “Our daughter’s name, I found it.”

Albus did, turning his attention to the worktop. Scorpius took an audible deep breath and removed his hand with a flourish, revealing what was underneath.

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Chapter 20 - Jumpers and Lists

I Knew It All Along by littlerose13

Now the truth was out and Albus also knew they were having a girl, it was impossible to not start the inevitable discussion of what they might name her. Despite knowing it was something they’d eventually talk about, it came as a surprise. The topic came up at the strangest of moments.

“I like the idea of a flower name,” Scorpius mused as he peered into the saucepan full of soup he was in charge of stirring.

“Like what?” Albus pulled an oven glove onto his hand.

“Violet? Daisy?” He propped the wooden spoon on the side of the saucepan and turned to Albus with a grin. “Chrysanthemum?”

“Chrysanthemum Potter-Malfoy?” Albus repeated incredulously, placing the loaf of bread he’d just removed from the oven onto the wooden chopping board. “Violet is nice. Or Daisy.”

“Lily?” Scorpius said, as a joke.

Albus chuckled. “We’d never hear the end of it.” He shook his head firmly. “No, we definitely shouldn’t name her after anyone.” He shuddered, presumably thinking of his own name.

Scorpius felt his cheeks grow warm. “Shouldn’t we?”

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wip wednesday

"In the end, it’s his unwavering determination to stay alive that lets him play dead so effectively. That’s what Albus thinks. The spell hit a post just behind Craig which splintered in an explosion of green and it’s the force of the ricochet that sends him flying, pliant and mangled to the ground. For all intents and purposes, he was dead. Even Delphi thought so, delivering brutal kicks to his already broken body and laughing as she lit up with cruel glee.

It wasn’t until after they were gone, travelling through time back to 1981, that Craig dared to take a proper breath. Let his heart show signs of life again. He stumbled, impossibly bruised and broken to his feet, and limped as far back to the school as he could before he collapsed again. He woke up in St Mungos and is still limping to this day. This is the story as he tells it.

Albus heard later from his father, that when his body was discovered even McGonagall had believed him dead. His leg was shattered, bent at an inhumane angle, and even though he lay on frosted grass, his shallow, barely-there breath produced no vapor. Gingerly turning him over had revealed blue skin and lips, but his body had managed to produce one, life-saving, half-hearted shiver that signalled to the adults that his heart was still beating. They sent him straight to St Mungo’s; he was beyond even Madam Pomfrey’s help. McGonagall cried. Apparently. Albus wasn’t there. He sees the scene almost nightly, though, as he tosses and turns and tries to tune into Craig’s breath in the dorm to remind himself that he was and continues to be stubbornly, desperately and inarguably alive."

little excerpt of my cbj survives and he, albus and scorpius deal with their trauma together fic :) very much a work in progress!

#I love the way kat writes and this fic is no exception o m g #feel extra lucky to have had a sneak peak at it and it’s just #SO GOOD