I Watched A Movie A Couple Of Days Ago And One Of The Characters Mentioned In Passing She Was Writing

give me twenty something sirius black buying a huge chunk of land with an old abandoned cow barn in it and neighbor and slightly older marlene mckinnon teaching him all about restorative farming and them transforming the old barn into a community center where they sell the food they grow in sirius’ farm and use it as place to hold gatherings where the neighbors like to go socialize and plan music events with local artists and environmental activists.

do we have any thoughts on vampite blackinnon?

i have a very specific thought that i think you might like because it’s kinda outside the box 👀

you know the way sirius feels when he’s back at grimmauld place after being away for the whole year? or worse, when he’s trapped there by someone else’s orders? that’s the way sirius feels about being a vampire.

he’s centuries old, ancient one. his whole family is and doesn’t matter how far he goes, they are still always there. not in his blood, obviously. but in the fear of other vampires he encounters. in the tales from old towns that still carried the myth of vampires. in the chilling nights that he’s force to lie awake night after night.

until one day he finds her. and it isn’t her blood that sings to him, but something deeper than that. something in her soul.

she’s human.

she’s blind.

and sirius, strangely, feels seen for the first time in his life.

ballet academy au | blackinnon

—where have you been? been ages you since you joined me for a run.

—turns up i don’t have anything else to run from.

—ha, can believe you said that with a straight face.

—been practicing.

—what? your poker face?

—no, you idiot. i’ve been practicing. with marlene.

—you’re joking.

sirius made a face. of course not even his best friend would understand. he didn’t either.

—you’re not joking. wow, that’s much worse. what has gotten into you, mate? thought you were leaving this place.

—turns up if i leave, they sack her too.

—didn’t think you were the caring type.

sirius fell backwards onto his mattress letting out a frustrated groan. it was all such a mess. he was a fault away from being suspended, possibly permanently. and yet…

—wait, i was joking. you seriously care if she gets thrown out? has mckitten gotten under your skin?

—don’t call her that.

—so she has. fuck me, i might need more than a run to wrap my head around it.

—this is all lupin’s fault. if he were here, i wouldn’t have to be dealing with none of this shit.

—sure mate, you keep telling yourself that. let’s pretend like you didn’t tried to actually be her partner from the start.

sirius came back up, sitting on the edge of the bed, appalled at the accusation.

—that was different, i was trying to get her into bed back then —he protested as if that was a much better reason.

—oh black, you’re going to wish that’s all that would’ve happened. you’re in so much trouble now.

sirius could still hear james laughing down the corridor on his way to make his nightly run.

he was right, though. he was in trouble, one way or another.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6

this is so sweet! 🖤 I NEED MORE.

(also i snorted at sirius lame excuse)

i need more on hades/persephone blackinnon and the whole padfoot situation that makes them fall in love.

It's just something small I wrote some time ago, small but silly:

The God of the underworld has been escaping the underground these days quite often. His brother, the God of shadows and dark, has found it in him to be of use lately. Sirius, taking the form of a wild beast with a very lavish fur, walked among the fields of flowers claimed by no other than the Goddess of harvest and agriculture, resting under the shadows of an elm tree. 

There, amongst the smell of pollen and flowers that tickled his nose, and the breeze that cuddled his fur, his eyes rested on the carelessly charming daughter of the Goddess of harvest. She shared the mesmerizing field– that Sirius could only dream to see in the underground– with her mother.

Marlene. 

Marlene passed her afternoons near the elm tree, taking care of her own little garden.

After Marlene had noticed the strangely huge black dog, he had been invited to be apart of her routine.

Sirius found himself escaping the realm of the dead, and joining Marlene in her gardening in his dog form until dawn. 

Marlene was a strange Goddess. She had her mothers beauty. Slightly tanned skin with white short hair, cherry lips, and piercing big brown eyes. She treated Sirius with wine -the Lord of the underworld had no idea why she would treat dogs with wine-, from the help he did in the garden, and he was also privileged to have the gift of Marlene liking very much to talk to dogs. 

It took Marlene a full moon cycle to know that the dog she had been carrying around was none other than the Lord of The Dead. 

While Sirius had waited for the woman to come, he had fallen asleep.

A graze of freezing to touch fingertips woke him up, and suddenly Sirius found himself face to face with her. 

“It’s you!” she let out a breath. 

Sirius snapped his head down, noticing that he was in his human form. He looked down on his gray-ish hands, and black clothing, cursing at them. “I have to go–”

“Wait–”

Marlene grabbed his wrist, “Why are you going?”

“Well, someone has to ensure that the dead won’t lose their way,” Sirius replied in a hurry to leave and escape the whatever he thought he needed to escape. "My realm can be quite difficult to navigate. A lot of right turns," he tried.

Marlene snorted and lifted her eyebrows, “I didn’t know that helping the dead find their road was the God of underworld’s duty–”

“Of co–”

“-besides, if they haven’t lost their way so far they will be alright, won’t they?” Marlene grinned. 

Sirius looked down on Marlene’s grin, and up to her dilated brown eyes. “You’re not scared of me?” 

Realization seemed to hit the woman's eyes, “I would be, Lord of Dead,” she beamed, “if I hadn’t taken care of a drunken dog that seemed to be you, no? Not two Suns before? I’m afraid I've passed being scared of you, Lord."

“Oh. Oh." Sirius chuckled. “Well, I suppose you’re right.” He finally relaxed his shoulders, and leaned on the tree, deciding that he might not leave yet. 

“Does it scare you?” Marlene asked. 

Sirius lifted an eyebrow, amused. It had been a long time since someone asked him of fear. “What?”

“That I’m not afraid of you?” Marlene leaned on the tree as well, looking down on her garden. 

Sirius grinned. “No. Not at all.”

think about remus mourning peter alone for thirteen years

Sirius: Sounds to me like you have the hots for Emma.

Marlene: Nope

Sirius: …

Marlene: Oh crap

Sirius: There it is

Marlene: Mind sharing?

Sirius: …

Marlene: There, you have the hots too

Marlene: I think Emma has the hots for you Sirius: Nope Marlene: Nope? Yep. Sirius: Nope. Marlene: Yep! Sirius: Nope! Marlene: YEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sirius orion black,,,,,

i wonder whos hand that might be

"Mary is irrelevant—" as if she wasn't part of the reason Snape and Lily broke up....

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

how i think sirius understood he had feelings for marlene- i'm so canon u can't prove me wrong.

sirius was glad that the only person in the room was james. it was easier for him to let go of the breath he was holding in and slack his shoulders.

james, of course, knew right away that something was wrong.

"what's gotten into you? why are you wet?"

he was indeed soaking wet from the rain.

james was sat near the window, he was looking outside while playing with the stupid snitch of his.

"the rain got to me," sirius responded, closing their distance and throwing himself into the chair nearest to james. he let out a well held grown. "what are you doing?"

"i was waiting for you, mate? you're late. we made plans-" "oh, shit-"

"yeah, no shit you forgot-" james rolled his eyes. "i told remus and peter to go on. tell me what's up. there is no way you would forget a day out."

"i-" sirius looked around the room, "i fucked up."

"when don't you?" james snorted.

sirius kicked his chair, "prongs, man."

james snorted, after he regained his chair's balance, "so?"

"i was with mckinnon," sirius leaned on his knees, "i was helping her train. you really did a number on her the previous match."

"she knows me, i get heated up when shit gets fucked," james shrugged.

"i know. she said the same thing," sirius laughed, "and as mckinnon-"

"she wanted to prove me wrong?"

"yeah," sirius nodded, "so, i helped. it started to rain, she wanted to keep going. i had completely lost track of time- my bad, again, let me finish- and she reached a record- she got happy- smiling, laughing, she jumped on me before we could even land properly- and- and fuck- i don't know- i bloody tried to kiss her!"

"you what?!" james jumped from the chair.

"i did," sirius pinched his nose, "i just- she jumped, i caught her, and we were close and i just leaned in, and- and she leaned in- i think-"

"you think?! how does one think that?! weren't you there?!"

"i don't know! it felt like i wasn't- and-!"

"the last time i have seen you this worked up was when you lost your motorcycle magazine, mate-!"

"shut up-!"

"well, what happened?!"

"nothing! we just got up immediately as soon as i drew back and we said very awkward goodbyes-"

"the last time i saw you being awkward-"

"james, shut up!" sirius groaned "- and it hit me, james... when i was coming here- i think i like her. a lot."