Marauders Tweets - Blackinnon Edition

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.

ballet academy au | blackinnon edition

marlene could at least commiserate with her best friend over the fact that now both of them were paired up with boys they didn’t particularly like.

except that everyone thought james potter would become the next male etoile, while sirius… well, she guessed it was a good thing that no one could deny the fact he was talented.

—surely this can’t be the first time you’ve been asked to do something with someone you hate.

—i don’t hate you. i barely know you.

—but you don’t like me.

—it’s not personal.

—of course it’s personal, mckinnon, otherwise you wouldn’t care so much.

—well, yeah, but that's my problem.

—funny, you have make it everybody’s problem with the way you’ve been running around asking to get rid of me.

—i can’t get rid of you, that’s the problem.

—so it is personal.

marlene sighed in frustration.

—yes, it is personal. it’s personal because if they get rid of you, then i’m cut out of the program too. so no, i don’t dislike you personally, just the idea of you.

—seems to me you would hate it more if i wasn’t here.

—you see my predicament then.

—not really.

sirius laugh it off.

—come on, let’s take it from the top.

marlene relented. she supposed it was progress sirius had agreed to practice after hours.

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i wanted to write something fluffly. it’s turning into smut.

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.

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Lily: Sirius has a point. Sirius: Who asked you?! Sirius: Wait- I mean... What she said!

omg unlocked memory turn hd canon now but marlene trying to play it down, selling really hard the fact that they’re “mates”, it’s cool and sirius thinking du fuck? but also, right, no big deal while simultaneously freaking out in the inside because what does it mean?? cut to the moment they start going out and marlene having the audacity to be surprise they ended up together meanwhile sirius was tryin to be so smooth about the whole situation as not to spook her. marlene was three month in when she realized the whole castle knew they were a thing and somehow she was the last to notice. (ofc everyone knew, they were always touching each other tenderly/or aggressively depending on the mood).

Sirius and Marlene's first time having sex would make them stay in bed for a full 30 minutes, out of breath, glaring at the ceiling, bc neither of them could process that it actually happened.

Lily could’ve asked James to jump into the black lake in winter and he would’ve swan dived in without hesitation and asked if she wanted a fish.

Young Sirius.

i watched baby girl last night and this scene has me thinking about blackinnon foreplay ever since 🙃