Besides the vast potential for hilarious shenanigans with the Reaper Trio (do we have a name for them yet, I know someone can come up with something better than that), I also just really like the thought of these guys as a family.
They’re home late from a mission so they all shuffle off to Taako’s place (where Kravitz maybe also lives?? or does eventually??) and Taako complains at length about how late it is but there’s a freshly-cooked meal waiting for them so they all know Taako’s been sitting next to his stone all night.
They try to tell stories about the mission but they’re all speaking over each other to make themselves sound the coolest - at least, Lup and Kravitz are. Barry isn’t nearly as worried about his perceived coolness; he’s been lovingly referred to as “nerd” for far too long now. If Taako (or whoever else is listening) wants to know the real story, he’ll just ask Barry later. Barry is brutally honest.
If there’s a uniform, Lup and Taako customize the trio’s. If there’s not, they come up with coordinating outfits. Kravitz insists he’s not wearing that. Lup insists that he is. In a truly underhanded move, Taako asks Kravitz if he doesn’t like the outfit that Taako personally made for him. There is only one right answer. (Lup made sure Barry’s included his bluejeans and gets a kiss on the cheek.) (The Raven Queen loves the outfits and soon everyone has them, including everyone in the office.)
Lup and Barry start acting sickeningly sweet with mounds of pda edging into what should not be pda right in front of Kravitz, so Kravitz starts talking loudly about what he and Taako did last night. The questionable pda screeches to a halt. Lup and Barry do not look at him or each other for the rest of the mission. Kravitz worries that Taako will be mad, but when Kravitz tells him, Taako starts howling with laughter.
Barry gets separated from the group during a mission and Lup is trying to act like she’s not worried, but Kravitz knows better by now. He holds Lup’s hand because he knows that’s a comfort thing with her and Taako.
They’ve all been away too long and they know Taako worries no matter what he says, so they call him and it’s just a mess of all of them trying to talk at the same time and Taako can’t make sense of anything they’re trying to say.
Kravitz keeps trying to use the accent. Lup and Barry also come up with accents to use. Kravitz stops using the accent but it takes the other two another full week to stop.
Barry loves the twins in different ways, but it’s nice to have someone else around who doesn’t spread chaos on a near-constant basis. Kravitz is a good choice for company during quiet moments, and sometimes when it’s just the two of them they don’t say anything at all. It’s a comfortable silence.
Barry and Kravitz are Not Allowed in the kitchen after nearly burning it down while trying to cook their significant others a nice dinner. The intentions were sweet. The resulting property damage was not.
So I accidentally deleted the ask + forgot who requested a scorpius+drarry barista AU with fluff I’m so SORRY (i’m an idiot) but here’s it anyway, enjoy i guess -
“Scorpius, you are not marrying Harry Potter.”
It was 8 am, and Draco Malfoy was tired. His son - whom he loved very dearly, mind - had decided that 5 am that morning was the perfect time to start hollering at his dad to wake up. And four singing games, one magical performance of floating toys and three filthy diapers later Draco was ready to get on his knees and beg for his well-deserved coffee.
That Harry happened to be the barista at his most frequently visited coffeeshop was a mere coincidence.
(No matter how many times Pansy had laughed at him for it. It wasn’t Draco’s fault that the Golden Boy made the most amazing lattes known to men.)
“Papaaaaaa,” Scorpius whined, kicking his feet in the air. He had an impressive pair of lungs for a three-year-old. “But I love him!”
An elderly woman standing in front of Draco in the queue send him a smile - as if Scorpius was being endearing instead of impossible.
“Hush, Scorp,” Draco said, bouncing his son up and down in his arms, trying to get him to focus on something else that wasn’t his undying love for the Boy Who Lived. “I’m sure he loves you too.”
Scorpius’ smile was blinding. “He do.”
“He does,” Draco corrected automatically.
When Scorpius took that as his que to continue yelling to everyone in the small muggle coffeeshop that he loved Harry Potter, Draco fought the urge to slam his head through the nearest window.
Merlin, he needed his coffee.
Finally, finally, finally the queue disappeared and Draco was standing at the counter.
Harry, his hair standing in every direction and his impossibly cocky smile shining wide, waved at them. “Morning Draco, Scorp.”
Scorpius, suddenly shy, waved back silently.
“Morning,” Draco quipped, and quickly bounced Scorpius to his right hip so he had his other hand free. “I want a cappu with two shots espresso -”
“- and a hot chocolate milk for this tough guy,” Draco continued, unable to keep the smile from his voice.
“Coming right up.” Harry slid over to the coffee-machine and got to work - so uncharacteristically elegant and smooth Draco couldn’t do much else but watch.
He’d seen Harry at it more times than he could count. The way he’d flip the milk carton in the air before pouring it into the can to heat up. How he’d turn around on the ball of his feet to get the coffee beans, how he’d wink at Scorpius when he was melting the chocolate almost magically fast.
Scorpius had made Harry his hero - not because he was the boy who lived, not because Harry had saved the wizarding world ten year ago - but just because of this. His elegance. His seemingly magical way of moving around as if he were floating.
And for a second, staring at his ex-rival, Draco wanted to agree with his son.
Faster than he wanted it to have been Harry had made their orders, slipping it over the counter towards them. “There you go,” Harry said, “oh, and Scorpius -”
“Yeah?” Scorpius said quickly, enthusiastically.
“I love you very much, too.”
Scorpius turned beet-red, and immediately hid his face into his father’s chest.
Harry, smiling from ear to ear, turned to Draco. His face was almost impossible to look at, and for a fleeting moment Draco felt his cheeks warm up. Was he blushing? Oh dear Merlin.
“How much do I owe you?” Draco quickly asked, trying to calm down.
“Nothing,” Harry said airily, “it’s on the house.”
Normally Draco would’ve complained but he needed to leave, now - because dear Merlin he couldn’t stop blushing why couldn’t he stop blushing - and he grabbed the two cups, thanked him, and rushed out as quickly as he could.
It wasn’t until they were outside, Scorpius walking in front of Draco and drinking his hot chocolate, that Draco noticed the little heart written beside his name on the cup.
So when Draco came back to the coffeeshop that next morning, he tried not to think of it like a coincidence. Nor the fact that the hearts on his cup seemed to grow in number every time he came back again.
So his son might not be marrying Harry Potter - but in time, he just might.