“You Didn’t Save Me. You Just Put Us In Hell For Two Years.”

sirius not giving a fuck about the prank, but also being so surprised that snape actually showed up is so precious to me. "damn. i thought i have made it clear that i hate him. wdym he came?"

bellatrix's shadow follows andromeda long after her sister goes to azkaban. follows her when people on the streets in diagon shrink back because they know her face even though it's not hers it's not hers it's not hers. andromeda wears bella's face and carries bella's sins even if her eyes are brown and soft and warm and nothing like her sister's cold grey stare. it doesn't matter because these people on the streets, they know her face. they flinch because they know her face. saw it twisted in cruel rage when her sister's wand tip lit red and green and screamed vengeance. they know her face, and her eyes cannot save her from the weight of lives taken.

and even now bellatrix's shadow follows her onto the battlefield when her daughter hesitates. pauses when she sees, briefly... wild hair and pale skin and she doesn't realize doesn't see those cold grey eyes—her mother from afar. "mum?"—she doesn’t dodge the killing curse til it's too late.

bellatrix's shadow follows andromeda at the funeral where she sits alone no husband no daughter and still misses her big sister. still misses when bella would braid her hair and laugh and say meda, you look just like a princess! those times are gone and now andromeda's daughter is lowered into the earth not even thirty and already dead and her baby sits on her lap and coos. he has grey eyes.

day 14 - dancing under the rain - blackinnon - @blackinnonfest

she loved to hear her friends' stories about their holidays in remote places. after all, that was what wizards were like, always secluded, hiding from muggles, either by getting as far away from them as possible or by using spells to repel them.

lily, however, shared different stories and had made them all jealous.

that was how they all turn up camping, the muggle way, on a site near the beach. the state of their world was so bleak, they knew there was a chance that for it to be only opportunity they could all be together that way. a group of teenage wizards and witches living the muggle way, if only for a few days.

what none of them had accounted it for, was the rain. it was supposed to be mid summer for merlin's sake. they were all sheltered under their tents, waiting for it to pass. it had been whole day by then.

"oh for god's sake, this is stupid" marlene said, getting out of the tent she was sharing with sirius.

"what are you doing? get back here!" sirius shouted, pocking his head out the tent. "there's no fire, mckinnon, we won't be able to warm your clothes if you get them all wet, you'll catch a cold" he was aware he sounded to motherly for his usual disregard of common sense, but he wasn't particularly interested in sharing a tent with a sick person, even if it was his girl.

"we'll use magic then" she replied.

"what's going on?" james head appeared out of his own tent.

"what's happening?" lily's voice join in.

"i'm going out for a walk" marlene stated.

"you can't!" lily shouted, emerging from under james' head.

"watch me!" marlene shouted back as she started running in the direction of the beach.

"oh for fuck's sake" sirius hissed, getting to his feet and running after her.

when he finally reached her, she was laughing, trying to get away from the waves as they make their ways to her feet before retrieving once more.

it was silly, giving the fact that after spending as much as ten seconds under the rain, both he and marlene were soaking wet.

but she, sirius could tell, was having too much fun, it was contagious, her laugh, the way her curls stick to her face.

he ran towards her and picked her up. marlene yelped in delight. he managed to run a few feet before putting her down again.

marlene hands landed on his chest, a broad smile on her face.

"what about the cold?" she asked.

"there's no muggles around, mckinnon" he replied.

marlene head turn to take a look at the beach. sirius was right, they were the only ones left.

"guess we'll have to use magic then" she laugh, getting on her tip toes to land a kiss on sirius' lips.

she loved he was the only guy tall enough to required for her to strech out to get to his level.

after that, sirius turn her on his arms, as if they have been dancing, and when he pulled her closed again, marlene had the fleeting though that right there, that moment with sirius, was all the magic they needed.

seconds later, they were joined by lily and james, the only ones brave enough to get under the rain, and spent the rest of the afternoon chasing each other, laughing and screaming, just as regular teenagers should do.

day 22 - one night stand - muggle au - blackinnon - @blackinnonfest

it had been the first time sirius had ever ditched his bike but the ride to his place on the back of the cab had been well worth it.

they both were drunk, though he had a feeling marlene would have jump to his lap even in broad daylight without caring about the driver.

once in his street, they both had stumbled out of the car, still locking lips.

it had been all muscle memory the walk from the stairs through the door and all the way to his bedroom.

he might be drunk, but a girl like that deserved to be worshipped in bed.

with a yelp, marlene fell backwards onto the matress while sirius took out his shirt. his leather jacket long forgotten on the corridor alongside marlene’s short dress.

they were a tangled mess of sweat, saliva and dangling chains. marlene’s wrists and collarbones where full of silver and her fingers full of rings that every once in a while got tangled in sirius’ hair.

he didn’t care.

he kissed her as if he was drinking her out, like he had lived in a desert for most of his life and had only known water once he tasted her lips.

marlene’s jaw moved at the same compass as his and her tongue was doing dangerous things to the most primitive parts of his brain.

“fuck” he hissed.

“thought that’s what we were doing” she laughed.

he imagined all the possibilities of what that tongue could do but first, he was gonna have a taste of her.

all of her.

Do you have any headcanons about Wizarding cultural norms and stereotypes?

I love how your brain works ❤️❤️

Thank you ❤️❤️❤️ My brain is mostly fuelled by tea and spite, but it does try. So I love thinking about cultural quirks and here are some of my hcs:

1. Table manners look very different in old wizarding families.

Especially the ones who look down on Muggle etiquette. In some of the oldest families, you eat off a trencher and don’t necessarily use a fork. And there’s a cloth slung over your left shoulder, like in Elizabethan or Tudor times (I still have a bit of Wolf Hall brain rot), that you use to wipe your hands.

2. Birth charts are taken extremely seriously.

Almost every magical child has a birth chart drawn up the day they’re born. St. Mungo’s has an entire department that does this, because it’s considered that important. People absolutely reference their charts in daily life.

3. Wand funeral rites are non-negotiable.

Wands are either buried with the person or ritualistically burnt when someone passes. It’s seen as really bad luck to keep or use a dead person’s wand. A wand goes with its person. Keeping it is taboo and viewed with deep suspicion.

4. The concept of pure-blood varies by culture.

The British definition is very specific, but it’s not universal. Other magical cultures define purity differently. In some places, it’s about the continuity of magical teaching. In others, it doesn’t exist at all as a social category.

5. Family sashes are worn at weddings and then exchanged.

Each member of the wedding party wears their family colours. After the vows, the sashes are exchanged as a gesture of unity and joining. It matters deeply in old magical families and is considered one of the most symbolic parts of the ceremony.

6. Weddings are not white.

In most old magical families, white is considered a colour for mourning. Wedding garments are typically gold, deep red, forest green, or midnight blue. Gold is especially traditional in Mediterranean magical families.

7. Pregnancy is considered a prophetically potent time.

Pregnant witches are often believed to be more magically attuned. It’s common to visit a dream seer during the second trimester — someone trained to interpret the dreams of the expectant mother.

8. First movement is marked with a fire spell.

When the unborn child first kicks or moves, it’s tradition to light a fire with a spell cast by the pregnant witch herself. Then that fire is kept burning until the child is born.

9. You never point your wand at the sky unless you’re making an oath.

It’s an old tradition, possibly Celtic in origin, that raising your wand skyward invokes the elements as witness. Children are warned against it as strongly as they’re warned against Unforgivables. To the sky means a vow, and it is expected to be honoured.

10. Certain flowers are magically significant and avoided indoors.

Lilies are considered death flowers. They are used in soul-anchoring rites during funerals. Forget-me-nots are essential in memory magic and shouldn’t be handled while drinking or before exams. Poppies, used to dull magical pain, are never left near a wand overnight. It’s said they dull a wand’s magical firepower.

11. You don’t write a person’s name in red ink.

Across most wizarding cultures, this is considered deeply disrespectful. Red ink is used in blood pacts, contract severances, and formal magical excommunication. Writing someone’s name in red is a symbolic disowning. Teachers correct essays in green or purple.

12. Family portraits are part of the household warding.

Hanging a portrait of a deceased relative strengthens the home’s protective magic. In older families, these portraits are passed down. Some serve as sentries. Some offer advice or judgemental comments about you.

ballet academy au | blackinnon edition

marlene has always loved the arts, dancing especially. she had never minded to be in the background as long as she could perform. actually, if it means she could dance for the rest of her life, she wouldn’t want to ever be the first ballerina.

sirius has the talent, but no joy or interest in ballet. he’s only there to appease mommy and daddy dearest. he’s always been inconsistent, untrustworthy, that has been purposeful.

but all that changes when he’s paired up with marlene and sees the passion in her eyes. if he doesn’t step up, they both might get cut from the program.

it has been his purpose ever since day one, to get thrown out, put his family in a situation where their money won’t help him.

but could he risk throw away marlene’s dream just to get free of his family’s legacy?

sirius stole one of marlene’s rings and wears it on his pinky. marlene stole one of sirius’ and wears it on her thumb.

No, your Sirius turns into a flustered, stuttering mess. Mine shuts down and self isolates or gets mean. Mines better-

ballet academy au | blackinnon edition

boys in the ballet —well, men actually, but he recognize he had been acting more like a boy these days— were often times invisible. often in the background, unseen. they were like accessories of no true significance.

but the truth was, they were important. vastly so.

see, they were the pillars on top of which the whole piece, the whole choreography, rested on. they were unseen much like the beams in the ceiling of the theatre. yet the whole building would collapse if they weren’t there.

he realized that now, whether he liked it or not.

and it was all her fault.

he was ready to leave, to put it all behind him, but he wasn’t prepared to deal with the fact that it would be his fault if marlene’s career crumbled down.

pt. 1 | pt. 2

okay so 7 is considered the perfect number. so there’s 7 immortals: marls, sirius, james, remus, peter, regulus (views opposite to the rest of them) and mary (who is tragically imprisoned somewhere no one knows).

enters lily, but since there can only be 7, marlene starts losing her immortality.

marauders au in which they are immortals (base on the old guard).

need to stop coming up with new ideas when i can’t even update anything right now. but i can’t. too many ideas.

marls being the oldest immortal before crossing paths with the marauders. james and sirius playing russian roulette constantly in their first years. remus becoming a sniper. peter the strategic mind behind all their ventures. sirius being the only one that can contact marls when they need her. them trying to get to the new inmortal: lily evans, before government finds out. tempted to add regulus for the drama. sirius having to deal with his shit, maybe a little moonwater?