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mary mcdonald (supermodel): if we’re talking about superficial shit then no. she didn’t need any of it. not the diet pills not the drugs. but they were all the same. god, if you’d seen how she and sirius looked together you wouldn’t have been able to take your eyes off of them. they were mesmerizing. together they could’ve ruled the whole world. but she didn’t want any of that. they keep they relationship private. they got help from all us. we were in it together. i wasn’t friends with any of them, not really, but we all tried our best to protect them. you can believe whatever you want, but if there ever were two people deserving of protection from this world, it was them.

okay, hear me out…

a story written in interview format where famous rock band ‘marauders’ explain once and for all why they broke up back in 1981 following the dead of, according to the media at the time, a random groupie.

james, remus and peter have all lost contact with lead singer sirius black.

where is he now?

is he still alive?

and who was the groupie and why did it matter so much as to mark the end of such a promising band?

marlene mckinnon’s name will haunt the narrative much as she did when she was alive.

(i blame daisy jones and the six for this and damiano david cover of ‘ella baila sola’ cause don’t tell that isn’t sirius singing about marlene)

It’s not a marauders holiday without a little bit of chaos…

Ｐａｄｆｏｏｔ

james potter (lead guitarist and vocals): if i had to pinpoint the moment it all started to get derailed, i would say it was the moment regulus died.

remus lupin (bassist): she [marlene] flew all the way to where we were just to tell him. his brother had been dead for a week. no one in his family had reached out.

peter pettigrew (drummer): lost a major gig for her agency. she didn’t care. it was her way.

james: it was all so fucked up. that same night after our concert we got introduced to the prewet brothers who then got us our first record deal a week later.

remus: he was in flames. i’ve never seen him perform like that.

james: something change that night.

peter: it worked though. got us where we wanted.

okay, hear me out…

a story written in interview format where famous rock band ‘marauders’ explain once and for all why they broke up back in 1981 following the dead of, according to the media at the time, a random groupie.

james, remus and peter have all lost contact with lead singer sirius black.

where is he now?

is he still alive?

and who was the groupie and why did it matter so much as to mark the end of such a promising band?

marlene mckinnon’s name will haunt the narrative much as she did when she was alive.

(i blame daisy jones and the six for this and damiano david cover of ‘ella baila sola’ cause don’t tell that isn’t sirius singing about marlene)

Why Sirius got banned from powerpoint night

“I’ve never been in love but I want this.”

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.

okay, hear me out…

a story written in interview format where famous rock band ‘marauders’ explain once and for all why they broke up back in 1981 following the dead of, according to the media at the time, a random groupie.

james, remus and peter have all lost contact with lead singer sirius black.

where is he now?

is he still alive?

and who was the groupie and why did it matter so much as to mark the end of such a promising band?

marlene mckinnon’s name will haunt the narrative much as she did when she was alive.

(i blame daisy jones and the six for this and damiano david cover of ‘ella baila sola’ cause don’t tell that isn’t sirius singing about marlene)

Bellatrix

Andromeda

Narcissa

My name is Bella and my name means heavy

So with a heavy heart I'll guide this dagger

Into the heart of my enemy

My whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me

Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy

I too have a destiny

This death will be art

The people will speak of this day from near and afar

This event will be history

And I'll be great too

I don't want what you have

I wanna be you

Bellatrix Lestrange (née Black)

Sirius: Could you guys back up a little? You’re making me claustrophobic

Regulus: What’s that?

Narcissa: He’s scared of Santa Claus

Andromeda: That’s not—

Bellatrix: HO HO HO

Regulus: Stop it BELLA YOU’RE SCARING HIM

“You didn’t save me. You just put us in hell for two years.”

- Manacled (Chapter 66) by @senlinyu

This fic 😭❤️

Teeny tiny🤲

sirius black - azkaban prison - thinking of marlene right before PoA

they weren’t happy memories. not exactly.

he often reminisced about his time back at hogwarts. back at the potter’s. back in his flat. but those memories were so twinged now with grief that they held no real comfort.

sometimes, and he really couldn’t tell whether it was at his lowest moments or not. could there be anything lower than rotting away in a cell in azkaban for a crime he didn’t committed? did it even matter now that everyone he once cared about was dead o had betrayed him?

not all of them.

there it was. the voice. her voice. so clear as if she was just sitting next to him, whispering in his ear.

that happened sometimes, more often that he'd cared to admit.

he sometimes followed her voice, dreaming they were, actually, together. that nothing that has happened had been real, that it all had been a long, terrifying nightmare and they were still both warm and… alive.

you are, sirius.

am i?

sirius could honestly not tell the difference between sleep or awake, it was all the same. he either dreamed of better times or was haunted by the memories.

sometimes sirius wished he couldn’t hear her or even remember her. it was bad enough he couldn’t get away from the memories of james and lily and poor little harry, who was real and alone and turn a orphan. how long has it been? he was probably twelve. or thirteen now.

but marlene?

marlene had left him long before all that.

marlene had once represented hope and that, sirius had come to realize after years of imprisonment, was worse than the utter devastation of having lost them all. specially since there were none of that, anymore. hope.

she had died, younger even, than the potters.

it was such a twisted thing, he thought. his life had always been so utterly twisted. he shouldn't ought to be so surprised over the fact that, while they had arguably won the war, he had lost everything.

not everything, came the voice, again.

there were other voices too, come to noticed. of real people near his cell.

reluctantly, sirius opened his eyes and then he saw it, right there in front in him, the picture of a big happy family posing against the pyramids on the front page of the daily prophet.

and a fat fucking rat sat on top of one of the sons shoulders.

artist: olga__snow

i watched a movie a couple of days ago and one of the characters mentioned in passing she was writing a book about an artist (a real person, don’t remember who) and the relationship she had with two men.

basically the artist was in love with a gay man (who also happened to be her best friend) who was in love with a heterosexual man so… she married the latter and somehow it became a threesome.

and my rotten brain went: marlene x sirius x remus

and i mean how??? like i don’t mind gay sirius, i fuck with wolfstar a lot actually, but for the life of me i cannot see remus x marlene happening.

and ofc for the purpose of the story marlene having cero romantic feelings towards remus is completely irrelevant. the important part is she forced a situation between the three of them.

so yeah, i been basically trying to figure out how that would work: gay sirius, possibly bi remus and a completely toxic marlene apparently.

i do love a sort of open relationship?? between the three with sirius at the center where marlene and remus manage to fulfill different needs for him and they deeply cared for one another cause they all understand how important the other person is for the one they love.

idk. i’m just rambling. also, how the hell one does call blackinnon + remus or wolfstar + marlene??

casual reminder that he had to bury all of his friends

there's one thing hotter than Sirius black and it's Sirius black getting tortured with intensity the average person would go insane from but he stays uncomfortably coherent.

please torture Sirius black. I'm begging you guys.

Andromeda Black

"But Sirius hated Regulus in canon!!"

No, he may have hated some parts of Regulus, but he loved him at the same time. You can hate someone but never cease to love them. He hated the views he held, the pureblood nonsense and all the decisions Regulus made.

He never hated him. Why? Because even after all the wrong choices, Sirius still saw his baby brother who looked up to him his entire life.

we don't talk enough about how lily had a deer for a boyfriend. I've... been having thoughts

I’ve been working on the translation of a fic I wrote back in the summer (my summer, at least). It’s a light read, both in terms of length and plot, cause while I love angsty, yearning and slow burn kinda stories, I did wanted to give them a fairly easy chance for once. 

As a warning though, this story does not follow the pair after they (finally) get together.

Summary:

Sirius Black and Marlene McKinnon are just quidditch buddies, both Gryffindor team beaters. Nothing more. Especially since James Potter would never forgive them for disturbing the peace of a team that is just recovering from a breakup between two chasers.

Luckily, there's nothing to worry about, because Sirius and Marlene have never looked at each other that way.

PoA feels have consumed me. This was inspired by Within Temptation - The Swan Song

sirius: i kissed her.

james: what?

remus: when?

peter: who?

sirius: about a month ago.

james: how am i just finding out?

remus: did she… kissed you back?

peter: who are we talking about?

remus: marlene.

sirius: yes. no. i don’t know, what does it matter?

remus: your kidding, right? tell me you’re joking.

james: how can you not know that?

peter: mckinnon?

sirius: yes, peter, how many marlene’s have you met? and no, i’m not joking. i mean, i understand how fundamental it is to know if a girl kiss you back or not, but we didn’t have time. i had to leave.

remus: you kissed her and then ran? and you wonder why she isn’t crawling back for more like the rest of them?

sirius: we were in the middle of “the plan”! james was there, he was calling me, that’s why i left.

james: how could i’ve been there when i just found out you kissed marlene?

sirius: you came after it happened.

james: so i interrupted you?

sirius: no. yes. what does it matter? i kissed her and then left. it was a busy day.

james: you don’t say…

remus: you left her cause you had to pulled a stupid prank?

james: hey, don’t take it out on “the plan”, it was brilliant!

sirius: that’s not the point, prongs.

james: right, sorry.

peter: what is the point though?

remus: the point is that sirius is a complete idiot. it amazes me how you managed to fool every girl in the castle into wanting to go out with you.

peter: except the one he wants.

sirius: thanks for that.

james: so what happened afterwards? when you saw her again, i mean.

sirius: nothing.

james: nothing?

remus: you haven’t talked to her since?

sirius: we’ve talked, just… not about that. it all has been normal, as if nothing happened.

james: are you sure you kissed and you didn’t… imagine it?

peter: oh, i’ve been there.

sirius: unlike you, peter, i don’t need to fantasize to get a girl to kiss me.

remus: don’t take it out on peter. it isn’t his fault you kissed her and then ran away.

sirius: i didn’t ran away.

james: this is getting nowhere. what are you gonna do now?

sirius: that’s what i’m asking you lot.

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.

“The songs in the radio are okay,

but my taste in music is your face.”

M A R L S 🖕

day 1 - "why are you here" “came to make sure you’re okay” - blackinnon - @blackinnonfest

“What are you doing here, McKinnon?” asked Sirius, sitting on the front porch.

“Making sure you’re alright, I guess” replied Marlene.

“Funny, coming from the girl who just hexed me a few minutes ago” replied Sirius, bitterly.

“You were being a jerk back there.”

Marlene was starting to regret coming after him, there was a reason she had been keeping her distance, after all.

“According to most people I’m always a jerk.”

He was being difficult, Marlene knew. Though probably it was her presence that was making things worse, she couldn’t be sure. A lot had happened lately, not only between the two, but with the war as well.

“I’m not most people, though, am I?” she tried, finally dropping down to sit next to him on the stairs.

Marlene looked up, trying to avoid Sirius’ stare.

It was a clear night and she could almost see the faint outline of the galaxy behind the stars.

“No” he answered, keeping his eyes fixed on her. “You most certainly are not”.