I Genuinely Didn’t Think More Than 3 People Would Like This Concept 😂

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.

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

No, your Sirius turns into a flustered, stuttering mess. Mine shuts down and self isolates or gets mean. Mines better-

La versión en español ya está arriba aquí.

Ok, so I lied. Yup. Couldn't wait a whole week 'cause I'm unable to fully concentrate on writing the next chapters if I'm constantly picking and editing the previous one when I know, in my heart, they're ready.

The first two chapters are really short and are a bit like a teaser anyway. You can read them both here.

Y para las lectoras hispano hablantes, estaré publicando la versión en español más tarde durante el día. Intentaré actualizarla al mismo tiempo, pero es posible que en el futuro me desfase por todo el tema de posibles bromas o apodos que tenga que reajustar para coincidir con la versión en inglés.

And that's all I have to say for now, other than I hope I manage to capture your attention ;)

this is fully contemporary but don’t tell me blackinnon wouldn’t be this intense and always trying to put as many acrobatics as they could into anything they come up with 👀

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 🫠

sillies

not super into marauders content anymore but i had this wip and i had to finish it

day 27 - you don’t understand - blackinnon - @blackinnonfest

“it’s not that simple,” said marlene.

they weren’t exactly fighting, but it felt strangely similar.

“i don’t get it. a few months ago you weren’t speaking to me cause you thought i was taking you for granted, that i was using you somehow, while i thought we were on the same fucking boat, mind you.” sirius paused, taking a second to compose himself before continuing. “so we talked through it and fixed things or so i thought, cause how in the hell are we in the same situation again, marls?” he wasn’t exactly desperate, but exasperated more like.

marlene could barely stand to watch him in the eyes, so she was grateful they were on the move again.

“it’s not the same, not at all” she replied.

“no, you’re right. you’re right it’s not. it’s worse. cause this time i know you want to be with me much as i want to be with you and yet you flinch every time i breath near you.” sirius was on the edge of screaming, but they weren’t supposed to be making any noise, trying to sneak back into the gryffindor tower before a prefect caught them.

“i told you, it’s not that easy” she repeated for the tenth time that day, trying to keep up with his longer strides.

“you haven’t told me shit, mckinnon. why do you resist taking the easy way into this?” finally, sirius had stopped and turned to look at her.

and again, marlene wanted nothing more than to look at anything but him.

because how could she explained to him that she was terrified. frightened. even more so than the time she had finally explained to him why she felt so hurt last time he had ditched her for some other girl while expecting her to be there once he got bore.

that being a teenage witch was an entirely different thing than being a teenage wizard. and that there were layers to it as well, because sirius black wasn’t just any wizard, even if he was, according to the one and only howler walburga had ever sent him last year, the disgrace of the family.

sirius wasn’t free of them, not really. marlene had the suspicion that still, everything he did or didn’t do was a statement back to his family, whether it was on purpose or not. he couldn’t help being who he was much more than she could blame herself for falling for him.

because she had fallen for that stupid, smug faced moron. yes, moron. not that insulting him on her mind and frequently to his face had made much for her.

she had still being stupid enough to fall for the boy.

and worse than loving him? was the fact that for whatever reason, he loved her back. well, liked her back at least. enough so that he had been pushing for them to go public, to stop with all the secrecy and running around.

but she couldn’t, it scared her too much.

“are you…?” started sirius, taking a breath in. “are you done with me?” he finally asked.

marlene couldn’t be sure with all the darkness around them, but there was something akin to hurt in sirius’ eyes.

“what?” marlene mouth opened in surprise at the question, the implications of it.

“seems to me the only logical explanation”

“no, that’s not… i told you, it’s not—“

“that simple, yes, i’ve heard.” frustrated this time, sirius passed a hand through his face. they were near the entrance to the tower now. “i’ll make it easier for you then” he said and marlene knew before he said it where this was gonna end up.

she braced herself for it, cause really, what else could she do?

sirius took a while longer before speaking, as if expecting her to say or do something to stop him, but nothing came.

“alright then, we’re finish. i’m finish” and after that, he turn around, gave the password to the fat lady and marlene saw him disappear behind the portrait.

she felt her heart clenched in her chest, her whole body going cold.

trying to console herself over the fact that, at least, they wouldn’t have to explain anything to their friends, she followed him into the tower only to fall apart once she reached her bed.

who would’ve bet that she would’ve been the one to fucked it all up.

"i never got to fall out of love. i just had to move on"

sirius black after marlene mckinnon's dead.

I am traveling and 9 hours in a train is a lot of time to do silly sketches ( by the way super hard cause it moves like a lot ) I also tried to do regulus but got dizzy mid way.

I also read a fic of William turner X Jack sparrow that was too hot for reading it in public, took a nap, watched two house episodes and crocheted a few rows from my tapestry.

Super cool that I saw 🐄 and 🐑 also super epic running horses.

also BONUS: when they finally figure things out is so easy for them to merge their life together, they don’t even have to question it. ofc both of them wanted to travel the world in sirius’ bike and try every extreme muggle sport possible.

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 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.