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sirius orion black,,,,,

i wonder whos hand that might be

You ever realize Sirius probably looks hotter when he’s being a complete mess than most people do trying to look good?

sleepless nights but a beautiful sunrise

Regulus Black in his first public appearance after Sirius ran away:

I'll break it to you easy

This is hell, this is hell

You're looking and whispering

You think I'm someone else

This is hell, yes

Literal hell

We don't have to talk

We don't have to dance

We don't have to smile

We don't have to make friends

It's so nice to meet you

Let's never meet again

We don’t have to dance – Andy Black

marauders au in which they are immortals (base on the old guard).

need to stop coming up with new ideas when i can’t even update anything right now. but i can’t. too many ideas.

marls being the oldest immortal before crossing paths with the marauders. james and sirius playing russian roulette constantly in their first years. remus becoming a sniper. peter the strategic mind behind all their ventures. sirius being the only one that can contact marls when they need her. them trying to get to the new inmortal: lily evans, before government finds out. tempted to add regulus for the drama. sirius having to deal with his shit, maybe a little moonwater?

the tragedy of regulus arcturus and the comedy of sirius orion

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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.

happy to serve the blackinnon nation 🫡 and to have found @astracoreiisblog along the way 🤍

Was looking at the blackinnon tag all day and just wanted to say that I and @skelteroid were carrying blackinnon 2025😭😭😭