Ok, so I lied. Yup. Couldn't wait a whole week 'cause I'm unable to fully concentrate on writing the next chapters if I'm constantly picking and editing the previous one when I know, in my heart, they're ready.
The first two chapters are really short and are a bit like a teaser anyway. You can read them both here.
Y para las lectoras hispano hablantes, estaré publicando la versión en español más tarde durante el día. Intentaré actualizarla al mismo tiempo, pero es posible que en el futuro me desfase por todo el tema de posibles bromas o apodos que tenga que reajustar para coincidir con la versión en inglés.
And that's all I have to say for now, other than I hope I manage to capture your attention ;)
I like the idea of Andromeda being the literal Slytherin princess before leaving her family
Something about her being every bit as ruthless and ambitious as Bellatrix, and every bit as cold and political as Narcissa, and still choosing to walk away makes me very happy
casual reminder that sirius black’s last words to his godson were “harry, take the prophecy, grab neville and run!”.
it’s not mistaking harry for james, as the movies showed. and the last words he ever uttered were a taunt, daring bellatrix to do better.
in the heat of the battle, sirius ensured harry and neville were well out of the line of fire before jumping into the fray himself—he died knowing he’s kept harry safe until the very end as best as he could.
PoA feels have consumed me. This was inspired by Within Temptation - The Swan Song
“i can fix her, i can fix him, i can fix them”
i think we need to work on you first.
for anyone lurking around in search of blackinnon content (i see you 👀), there’s also a community where @astracoreiiisblog is holding us captive and making us read and share our thoughts and ideas around this wild child of a pair
you can join here
lily and marlene texting each other whenever prongsfoot is around.
starting to feel like blackinnon love child at this point cause the lack of awareness yet the easy nature of it all, the obviousness and the playing it down games, the sneaking up on them both, the way they mirror each other that every time they tell something that infuriates them about the other they might as well be yelling at their own reflection but also believing in each other so hard in a way they don’t even believe in themselves and the angst of neither of them ever expecting to lose each other in such a tragic way despite all the deaths and disappearances going on around them. ugh, i need to lay down.
sleepless nights but a beautiful sunrise
late millennial. multishipper reader. exclusively blackinnon writer (atm). sp/en.
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