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Sirius doesn’t feel sad, he just feels empty. His little star just burst.

(my art)

searched up what andromeda means and tell me this isn’t the most on-brand thing ever

like—

“an Ethiopian princess of Greek mythology rescued from a monster by her future husband Perseus”

so you’re telling me andromeda black was destined to run from the monster (read: the black family) and choose love over bloodline??

girl was literally named after someone who escaped a monster and chose her own fate.

Andromeda black said “yeah actually i will leave my toxic pureblood family and marry the muggleborn man i love”

icon behavior. prophecy fulfilled.

she was the rebellion.

i’ll insert the image for you all

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.

i didn’t think my silly idea of ballet au blackinnon was gonna give me so much to write but i already have like two more, i don’t know? episodes i guess coming. i’m dying cause i know shit about ballet.

you can catch up here if you want to.

Officially working in the interview format story of Marauders, the band au centered on Blackinnon, but with Jily on the background as well (and possible other pairings, idk yet). And yes, I'm writing both versions (sp/en). See here if you want to know more about it.

"A Blackinnon story" will be updated on monday and "Like a bludger to the heart" on wednesday (I also added a bonus chapter that I'll drop to the original version once we get there with the translation).

And this time I won't be dropping anything earlier because I'm going out of town for a few days.

That's it, for now.

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

the eyes, they never lie

when sirius was little, he got into all kinds of trouble with his parents for doing the wrong things, so every time he caught regulus sneaking into their father’s office or hiding in the corners trying to listen in on the adult conversations, he tried to help him, he wanted to save regulus from encouraging their parents wrath.

he never thought much of why regulus did those things, not even after he saw regulus’ cutouts of the daily prophet of articles talking about death eaters.

it took for regulus to die for sirius to come to terms with the fact that his little brother had always wanted to be on those places, he wanted to sneak into their fathers office probably searching for secret information, he wanted to listen in those conversations because he was really interested in them. not because he was just a little bit naughty like him. and that if their parents had caught him, he probably would’ve been fine.

and though he finally accepted that he couldn’t have saved his brother, that there wasn’t anything he needed to be saved from, he never made peace with it.

when he talked about barty crouch jr, he still thought of regulus in terms of being able to get away from all that, like it was something that got into him and not something that was already a part of him.

both sirius and regulus are the type of people that, when they agree to something, they say nothing.

they picked it up from their uncle alphard, who has been living in france for far too long and hardly ever see him. it’s what made their uncle so mysterious to them when they were little.

but where as this quirk makes regulus seems eerie and somewhat intimidating when he grows up, much like his uncle, sirius can barely keep a straight face when silently agreeing to do something because, more often than not, it’s something disruptive. and is james who proposes it in the first place.

sirius and james being so codependent on each other that, every time i portray marlene being angry at sirius, she has to throw a little "fuck you too, potter" one way or another.

john wick but is actually sirius black after they kill padfoot, the little black puppy his deceased wife marlene left him.

so i did this redraw of my old art with marauders in a band!au. made this for tiktok and now i’m scared that nobody will see it and i spent like 20 hours doing this so… yeah. i’m trying to get back into the fandom so i’ll appreciate any kind of attention here!! 🐺⭐️

at this point i might as well turn the whole ballet academy au into a proper short story otherwise most of the post will end up being urls lol

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

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

why does no one talk abt sirius and bellatrix being in azkaban at the same time. like i know damn well those two had some INSANE conversations

marlene mckinnon was like a window that looked into the sea in a prisoners cell.

sirius black was a star that didn’t get his wish.

it was the window of his cell in azkaban he was looking out.

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.

think about remus mourning peter alone for thirteen years

Love of my life, you've hurt me You've broken my heart, and now you leave me

Double illustration time because Grant is the legend he thinks he is. There would be no wolfstar in atyd if it wasn't for Grant, let's not forget that, hm? (there would be no post-war Remus at all, actually)

Unfortunately (or not, depends on the point of view) he's always been outshined by one very bright star. The very one Remus is staring at in the second drawing, dare I say

Grant Chapman, they could never make me hate you 😔

ballet academy au | blackinnon edition

—please don’t do this to me, caradoc.

caradoc dearborn was the youngest choreographer in the academy and, as such, desliked being called by any other name than his own.

—for the hundred time, marlene, i didn’t do this to you.

—but i can’t keep dancing with him, he’s unreliable.

—has he drop you?

—no.

—has he shaken when lifting you up?

—no.

—have you been feeling at risk?

—no.

—then i don’t see the issue.

—you know what the issue is. you know him. i can’t relax when i dance with him. he rarely shows up and when he does he’s always late. he never listen or pay attention. we’ll never improve. i’ll never improve with him.

—look, you either learn to work him and value the opportunity or we find you someone on a lower class and you get stuck behind all your peers. your choice.

—that’s not a choice, that’s mostly an ultimatum. either him or stop dancing altogether.

marlene had been complaining to caradoc ever since the first day she was asked to dance with sirius, but she couldn’t stop.

—just be glad you have a choice, mckitten.

marlene tensed up and turned her head abruptly at the sight of sirius.

—don’t call me that.

—hey, i didn’t come up with it.

it was true. marlene had made the mistake of hooking up with a upper classmate last year who then went and told all the boys what had happened between them. before he graduated. the nickname, unfortunately, stuck.

—look, i don’t care what either of you do. dance together or find new people, i couldn’t care less. whatever you choose to do, just make sure your on time for my next class. i’m talking to you, black.

sirius saluted him before caradoc went out the studio.

marlene left in a huff seconds later.

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

ballet academy au | blackinnon edition

after the summer of her fifteenth birthday, marlene made peace with the fact that her height would always constitute a problem, no matter the company she was working for.

yet she wasn’t exactly part of any company. she was still in an academy, working a program. except she was paying them not the other way around. but that didn’t even matter because the issue with her height couldn’t be solved with money.

it all reduced to the fact of the male dancers. if they couldn’t find an appropriate partner for her, then she couldn’t dance. it was that simple.

marlene didn’t felt it was that simple, though nobody cared.

remus had been her partner for years now, but lately he was having to deal with a lot of health issues —who wasn’t really, muscle relaxers and other drugs were often common currency amongst ballet dancers—, but remus had been asked to take a leave and they weren’t sure yet if he would return any time soon. or ever, for that matter.

and so they had stuck her with the only other boy who might suit her: sirius black.

and they all knew he couldn’t be trusted.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

ballet academy au | blackinnon edition

boys in the ballet —well, men actually, but he recognize he had been acting more like a boy these days— were often times invisible. often in the background, unseen. they were like accessories of no true significance.

but the truth was, they were important. vastly so.

see, they were the pillars on top of which the whole piece, the whole choreography, rested on. they were unseen much like the beams in the ceiling of the theatre. yet the whole building would collapse if they weren’t there.

he realized that now, whether he liked it or not.

and it was all her fault.

he was ready to leave, to put it all behind him, but he wasn’t prepared to deal with the fact that it would be his fault if marlene’s career crumbled down.

pt. 1 | pt. 2

just so you know, there are a lot of new chapters on “like a bludger to the heart” cause, as always, i can’t contain myself when something it’s done.

Andromeda Black

i'm lowkey proud of this one :) especially the tear cause omfg

(yes the off-centre is bugging me too)

lineart & more versions under the cut!

the only way i see sirius proposing to marlene is this:

they’ve been a situationship for years. they’re okay with it. it works for them. makes everyone mad but fuck them, it’s their lives. it’s their personal business.

but then, in the midst of a war they’re starting to believe might actually lose (it’s has been a very very bad few months people), they get together. sirius drinks a bit more than usual. and so he asks marlene if she thinks what they have could be more.

if they should take things to the next level.

marlene is kinda lost at the beginning.

then she thinks he’s asking her to be his girlfriend.

sirius insists, she’s there. he’s there. they always go out of their way to be there for each other. they could take things to the next next level.

and then it sinks.

he’s talking marriage.

sirius never actually says it, but rectifies by saying: forget it, i’m drunk, i’ll probably die soon anyway.

she ends up dying instead.

This is Narcissa and Andromeda change my mind

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”

A quiet moment alone.

They are entirely too hot and too rich for me.