A Blackinnon Story Told In Reverse: From The Heart Achingly Lost Of Her Life To The Very Beginning When

I'm gonna be real with you guys.

Eleven year old Remus Lupin: (desperately trying to hide the fact that he was a werewolf) would not— in fact — make friends with the two loudest troublemakers he'd ever seen in his life on the first day of school.

Actually, the moment James and Sirius had stepped foot into the compartment he was sitting in, shoving at each other's shoulders and yelling over each other about a prank they couldn't wait to pull, he just grabbed his things and left.

Instead, he joined a quiet, shy kid who's luggage tag read Peter Pettigrew, and they sat in peaceful silence the whole way to hogwarts.

It wasn't until the four of them found themselves standing in their assigned dorm room that night that Remus realised he never really stood a chance at all, the pair would be his friend whether he wanted them or not.

(And he would want them... eventually.)

i think walburga and orion were more than content leaving cygnuss up to the task of carrying on the family name, but then he started to have only daughters and they went “oh shit”

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.

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

The Black Sisters

pre Andromeda's disowning.

(first time drawing andy, yaaay)

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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Teenage Trelawney swearing up and down that she saw the Grim at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, telling everyone at Hogwarts even though nobody believes her. Meanwhile Sirius is sat at the back of the class like 😶😶😶

“Do you want to run away?.”

Me:

(Iykyk)

ballet academy au | blackinnon edition

she had decided to work on the new choreography emmeline had taught the girls that week, so she’d told sirius he was free to do whatever he wanted for the night.

when she finally stopped, frustrated in the middle of the song, she was startled to see him leaning against the frame of the door, watching her.

—you can fit three in there.

the song was still going on in the background.

—the beat is for two.

thankfully she could blame physical exertion for being so out of breath.

—just try it.

—and why should i listen to you?

it was one thing for him to show up out the blue, but now he had opinions on her dancing skills too.

—because my family has been at this for long before you tried on your first tutu and i might actually know what i’m talking about?

—wait, is it me or did it sound it like you almost said something nice about your family?

—see, that’s a common misconception. yes, my family tree it’s full of talented people: dancers, choreographers, orchestras conductors, creative directors and what not, but that doesn’t make them less shitty people.

—right, right, where as you only landed the shitty part, got it.

—joke all you want but this isn’t about me. now try it out how i told you to.

she gave him a quizzical look and too tired to protest, she decided to try again, following his suggestion.

she had got so caught up in the music, she didn’t realize sirius had left his place by the door and had been following each of her movements, circling around her.

he was standing in front of of her when she finished.

—see? that’s gives you more of an edge. stop trying with the soft and fluffy choreographies, it’s not you.

sirius was so close now, right in front of her, that she had needed to tilt her head to catch his eyes. there’s was something different about him that night and she couldn’t quite point out what.

—so aside from being a ballet critic, you also think you know me now?

sirius licked his lips, a small smirk on them.

—i have been dancing with you for the most part of the last six weeks. you’ll be severely injured by now if i didn’t.

marlene let out a shaky breath. sirius was much too close.

—not to count we’ve been classmates for years, mckinnon

and at that, marlene dropped her shoulders and shook her head.

—thanks for the tip, but i’m tired now. the space is free for the next hour if you want to use it.

hurriedly, she went for her bag and left him alone.

read previous episode here.

If your reason for not shipping Ron and Hermione is because of all their bickering... you have a child's grasp of their characters.

Ron has five brothers and a little sister. You have to be quick witted to keep up with the amount of friendly fire going on inside that house. The loudest gets heard. He's always ready for a fight.

Hermione secretly judges people by their ability to keep up with her intellectually. Condescension is a reflex. It pushes people away before they can actually match her (because god forbid she lose).

Unstoppable force meets immovable object. Ron can't stop once he gets started and Hermione is too stubborn to admit she's wrong. And, the thing is, they both clearly love it.

Hermione wouldn't want a "yes" man and Ron wouldn't want someone who can't handle teasing. He challenges her intellect, and she gets an intellectual challenge. It's a win win.