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New Chapter of Take Any Form! We're baaack!

Albus Severus Potter remembers three things about his past life:

He was a boy named Tom who died in the war.

Tom played a crucial role in his dad's life, and he in Tom's.

Their connection was soul-deep.

Conclusion? Harry and Tom were soulmates, and so deeply in love that Harry still can't bear talk about him more than twenty years later.

In fact, they were so deeply in love that rather than pass on when he died, Tom fought his way back to Harry. Fought to be reborn as close to him as he could.

If that happened to mean being reborn as his son, well... surely that's a minor obstacle for someone who's already overcome death itself to be with the one he loves.

He's just missing a few small details.

Like Tom being Voldemort.

“It’s not the same anymore.”

You lock identical green eyes with the young man draped along your side, who squirms his body against yours as you trail lazy fingers up and down his spine.

“Hm?”

“Our hair.” He cards his fingers through your unruly locks, biting his bottom lip in thought. “Yours has grey in it now. It’s not the same colour as mine.”

You resist the urge to laugh at how put out he looks by this revelation.

“That’s called aging, Albus. And while I know wizards go through the process at a slower pace, it still happens.” You narrow your eyes at him playfully as a new thought crosses your mind. “I should think you’d be happy about that. If memory serves, you used to rue your resemblance to me every second of every day.”

Al pushes up on his elbows to face you, his lips twisted into the smirk you’ve always loved as so quintessentially his. “Let’s just say I have a newfound appreciation for our shared attributes nowadays,” he replies cheekily, one hand snaking down towards the waistband of your pyjama pants. He strokes you over the material, his smirk magnifying at your soft groan.

“Merlin, Al—how ever will I guess just which attribute you appreciate most?” you tease as he runs his hand along your semi-hard length in a maddeningly slow motion.

“It’s obviously,” he drawls, shifting as he leans up to press a soft kiss against the side of your head, “the grey hairs.”

He's the sound of footsteps running through the house late at night, the spaces shifting and coming alive with him, huffed breaths that always wake Albus up. Fingers in his hair, rough and careless, ruffling the way only big brothers can. Boots kicked off by the door, a forgotten mess of clothes on the floor. The scrape of a chair pulled too hard at dinner, the smell of burnt toast on slow Sunday mornings. James is sunlight spilling through curtains that should’ve been closed, a voice calling out through the hallway.

There's always something left behind - a half-finished conversation, a stray laugh still hanging in the air.

Dominium | Draco/Scorpius| E, 1.7k

Tags: Implied/referenced underage sex, (in a flashback), drinking, secret relationship, dead dove do not eat, father/son incest, Paris, jealousy, possessive behaviour, possessive sex, unhealthy coping mechanisms, minor Harry/Scorpius, minor Harry/Ron/Scorpius, rough sex, anal sex, prostate massage, fucked up shit, angst

Potter's had his hands on Scorpius, and Draco doesn't like it one bit.

“You went to that hotel, didn’t you? After I told you not to.” He pinches Scorpius’s collar and pulls it back more. He’s taller than Scorp by about a head—the Black family stature skipped a generation, clearly—and when he looms over Scorpius he sniffs slowly and runs his thumb over the kiss-raw skin that stretches over Scorpius’s collarbone.

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Fic Update! (Harry/Albus Severus, Harry/Tom, E, 30k+, wip)

It felt like coming home—a loaded word for him. Like the first time he arrived at Hogwarts, maybe—terrified and exhilarated, and already falling in love. A sense of wrongness, of Otherness—mingled with a sense of undeniable belonging. The feeling that he didn’t really understand how he was meant to fit, cradled by the irrefutable knowledge rooted somewhere deep inside that this strange new world was exactly where he was meant to be, and he could no more separate himself from Albus than he could separate himself from his magic.