Scorbus Oneshots

Celestina Warbeck

It was a good morning, Albus decided, when he trudged down the stairs swathed in blankets and heard his boyfriend singing along to Celestina Warbeck in the kitchen. Albus chuckled, pushing the door open a crack. Scorpius stood by the stove with the radio turned up and a pancake on the stove. He used a spatula as a microphone and was wearing nothing but his boxers and Albus’ massive, grey t-shirt that was still oversized even on all of his six-feet. His pale blonde hair, which was that of a proper Malfoy, was how Albus liked it best – ruffled and with long strands falling over his sterling grey eyes, which closed when he reached higher notes.

Albus hid in the doorway and watched for the rest of the song. As Scorpius launched into the next one, a sense of clarity washed over Albus. This was it. This was what he wanted to wake up to every morning.

Albus dashed upstairs, digging around in the heap of clothes in one of his drawers for the ring box he’d bought a couple of months ago. Rose and her wife, Alice Granger-Weasley (née Longbottom), had helped him pick it out. It was a twisted band with a silver the same shade as Scorpius’ eyes and an emerald the same colour as Albus’. It was coincidentally their house colours too. If Albus had wanted to, he could have bought the biggest and most expensive ring money could buy but he knew Scorpius wouldn’t appreciate that nearly as much. It was simple and beautiful and so them.

Ring box stuffed in the pocket of his joggers, Albus walked shirtless into the kitchen where Scorpius was now swaying his hips innocently by the stove as he plated the pancake. A small smile played on Albus’ lips. He ignored his pounding heart and hoped to Merlin that Scorpius wouldn’t feel it when he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and rested his forehead between Scorpius’ shoulder blades, kissing there featherlight. Scorpius made a soft noise of surprise but quickly relaxed and squeezed one of Albus’ hands.

“Hey, babe,” he said cheerfully. “Want a pancake?”

He twisted around, draping his arms over Albus’ shoulders and kissing his bedhead.

“I heard you singing,” Albus told him and Scorpius flushed a light pink. “It was pretty. You’re good. You should sing more often.”

“Maybe I will.” Scorpius smiled. Albus smiled too. He knew if he didn’t bring it up soon then the moment would pass.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?”

Scorpius giggled, leaning down to touch their foreheads. “A few times. Have I ever told you that I love you too?”

Albus’ hand went to his pocket. He took a deep breath and a step back, going down on one knee. “Hey, Scorp?”

Scorpius’ hands flew to his mouth and tears started to well in his eyes. Albus took that as a good sign and continued.

“I love you an unimaginable amount so... Want to share sweets for the rest of our lives? Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Oh Merlin, it’s beautiful, Albus.”

Albus grinned. Both now fiancés were crying as Albus slipped the ring on Scorpius’ finger and stood up, flinging himself at the taller in a crushing hug. They pulled back to kiss and laugh and gaze into each others’ eyes in disbelief and love as Celestina Warbeck played in the background. Scorpius hummed along and they swayed to the music.

When the song ended, Scorpius kissed Albus short and sweet. “Want celebratory pancakes?”