thecalroberts:
Scorp/Lily— cock, care, thread
He really likes talking about his cock, which is funny because he knows how much you used to care. You like having such a dramatic best friend— he keeps your mind off the unraveling fabric of your own life. But, hey, it’s not your fault you’ve always been one to pick at the threads.
thecalroberts:
Scorp/Hugo— ball pit, envelope, shining
He tells you he had that nightmare again, that stupid one he’s had since he was a kid, the one where he’s drowning in a ball pit. He gets it when he’s nervous. The sun isn’t shining yet, not even close, but when it does, there will be an envelope on the doorstep, waiting, heavy with the weight of his future. You tell him you believe in him, and wait for him to fall asleep so you can follow him faithfully back into the night.
lilyluna-thepottergirl:
Albius— sleep, sing, echo
He sings in his sleep and it echos through the halls of your mind. You don’t know how anyone can be so beautiful. You don’t know how he doesn’t know what’s going on inside your head, inside your heart— everyone else does. Lily says you’ve made him wait too long. Your heart sinks; you just wish he would stop singing.
lilyluna-thepottergirl:
Scorgo - glass, ring, sticker
The house on the top of the hill is entirely made of glass, but he still struts around as though nobody can see him using roll after roll of sparkling pink stickers, as if there’s still somebody left who doesn’t know he’s gay. The house on the top of the hill is where he took you for your first date, your first kiss, your first time. The house on the top of the hill got torn down a year ago, but you can tell by the way he squeezes your hands and tells you it’s just a little bit further that he’s bringing you to the spot you know so well, where the walls used to be made of glass. He gets down on one knee, he takes out a ring. “Open your eyes.”
ooc: that’s it, just fuck me in the feels.
“And I’m really, really sorry for being such a slut, okay?”
