I'm So Bad At Keeping Things To Myself, But Since I Won't Be Dropping The First Chapters Of Marauders:

i’ve been consuming too much ballet series/films/videos to the point i’m like crap, i need to write the whole thing know.

specially when i come across moments where i think that’s so blackinnon/marlene/sirius coded 🫠

i’m gonna go ahead and say it:

durmstrang!sirius and slytherin!marlene

i might’ve landed in my very own dark!blackinnon au.

remus art made by a good friend who does not have a tumblr she is amazing and also cuts my hair :) everyone say good job claire <3

i might’ve landed in my very own dark!blackinnon au.

i rlly rlly want to finish “strangers” but why is it when you have the idea in your head the harder it feels to just sit down and type it out.

Drew him fancy~

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?"

Walburga Black 1974.

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.

people saying blackinnon won’t work because they too similar without realizing what that involves. here’s the person that holds the key to turn you into the best version of yourself meanwhile you fight against it so hard. you think you’re fighting them but actually your fighting yourself and no matter how complicated or toxic it might feel at times, the person your yelling at it’s the same person that won’t disappear on you cause they see you. they see the real you under all the layers and yet they also love all of your flaws. and by loving them they get to love themselves. they start to believe there might actually be a place in the world they belong to. they’re not lost, they’re not a disgrace (ahem sirius black im looking at you). someone loves you so hard that they stay, for as long as it takes, for you to realize you’re already worth something.