Бри, ты просила что-нить по Алу/Скорпи?
The Price We Pay for WingsЯ похоже не умею писать внятных отзывов, особенно на произведения, которые нельзя описывать нецензурной лексикой. Это очень нежная и красивая история. Даже по меркам такой циничной сволочи как я.
под морем варнинги-спойлеры.
читать дальшеЗапасайтесь новопасситом и носовыми платками, это deathfic. Душераздирающе.
Wriggling deeper into the warmth emanating from the body beside him and closing his eyes, Scorpius found himself remembering his father as he’d seen him on the day just before Christmas... A shard of winter impervious to the entreaties of the fire in the hearth behind him. And he whispered a prayer into Albus’s raven-black hair to whatever god whose job it is to hear the prayers of boys for their fathers: Make sure he knows, he whispered. Make sure that he knows that I did it for love.
That I did it for love, and that I was not afraid.