There’s Definitely Infinite Scenarios Depending On So Many Things, But Yeah, They Do Part Ways And

i feel like the first time i went diving into ao3 i couldn’t find, for the love of me, any blackinnon story that resonated with me.

and swear i don’t know what happened but suddenly i have like a ton of tabs open on my browser of stories about those two i want to delve into (i guess i wasn’t looking that hard after all).

the thing is i’m scared to start reading because i don’t want to feel like i might copy someone but worse than that, im scare to find something so good inside that might make me go: yep, never gonna be able to write that good. might just give up now.

does anyone relate to that feeling? 😂

it’s genuinely the reason i don’t ever write any wolfstar or dramione.

pov: you’re harry being born to a bunch of 21 year olds

their thoughts and doodles below the cut <3

day 6 - music festival (muggle au) - blackinnon - @blackinnonfest

Sirius presented her with a pair of rubber boots.

“What are those?” She asked.

“The perfect footwear for rainy days and skipping puddles.”

“It isn’t raining.”

“But it will be where we are going. Come now, put them on.”

“You’re joking, right? They’re hideous” she protested.

“Shouldn’t you be more concerned with where we are going?”

“If I worried for every little thing you planned for, we would never go anywhere. But must I get there with such ugly little things?”

There was nothing little about the boots. They were tall and yellow and screaming loudly at her to not try them on.

“Fine. You can have mine.” Sirius sighed.

Sirius produced a pair of black ones and Marlene knew all along he bought them in her size right from the beginning.

Later on at night, after driving all the way to the music festival and spending all day dancing and screaming at the top of their lungs for their favorite bands and songs, Marlene and Sirius found their way to their camp site.

They stumbled ungracefully into their tent, laughing loudly, half drunk and half deaf from all the music still banging in their ears.

Marlene lifted her legs up in the air, her black boots covered in mud now.

“Best fucking gift ever”

“What about the festival tickets?”

“Oh yeah, that too” Marlene laughed, slapping Sirius slightly in his chest and propping herself up to kiss him on the lips.

i’m afraid those of us who like blackinnon have been cursed too

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but what if marls goes out with a slytherin at some point because guess what, they’re not all blood supremacist??? but he ends up being an ass in other regards, like maybe he tries to mess around with gryffindor team’s brooms or something. and he also thinks sirius and james are complete assholes but marlene it’s a bit like that’s neither here nor there, except he picks up the fact that something might have happened between marls and sirius in the past, specially because he caught her defending him after he did something borderline illegal (there’s a bunch stuff other than the prank) but immediately breaks things off with him when he comes cleans about the brooms.

and he leaves her by saying: i hope black knows how lucky he is.

meanwhile marlene reacting is something like: bruh what just happened???

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

there’s a spanish song that has been tormenting me lately and i tried to write something short related to it but WHY EVERYTHING BLACKINNON HAS TO COME OUT AS ANGST OUT OF MY MOUTH 🙃

i’m 100% certain the only reason sirius black didn’t burn the whole world to the ground after marlene mckinnon’s dead, the love of his life’s dead, was the fact that suddenly his godson, the son of james potter, his one true soulmate (platonic or not, idc), was in immediate danger and he would’ve done anything to protect him, including swallowing his own grief.

you cannot convince me otherwise.

this whole song it’s giving me so much vibes of what i envision for marlene and sirius in my marauders band au i’m dying.

just imagine marlene being discovered as a model at age fifteen, having lived all over the world on her own at such a young age, sharing places with other models as young as her while the older ones teach them all about alcohol and drugs and other vices of the industry.

her meeting/reconnecting (not quite sure yet) with sirius black, a year older than him, who has a band that is fairly known in his town.

marlene having all the right connections.

falling harder and harder with this boy. this boy who’s life might just happen to align with hers.

them working hard so they could one day reach a happy ending that never came.

just rambling at this point but ughhh this song it’s doing it for me.