The Blacks Are Of A Different Make, They Endure Imprisonment, Grief And Horrible Separations But Remain

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

by olga_snow @ Instagram

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 ;)

no thoughts just shirtless sirius black with a small constellation of tattoos all over his chest and arms with a scotch in hand.

Narcissa stands out as one of the most attractive women to me. I love her quiet strength so much. Sharp and refined features, I don't care if she's the blonde and icy blue eyes cliche, it's her aristocrat beauty. She has a calm, steady gaze, one that would never beg for attention but commands it all the same. Also I love how she holds herself, she is elegant without trying to be, her posture is straight, her movements smooth, even under pressure she doesn't fall apart. She chooses her actions with precision, especially in moments that matter most, and her decision to protect her son at all costs gives her a kind of strength that adds to her appeal. It shows she is more than looks. I might be just mindlessly saying, but Narcissa's entire beauty and actions lies in her restraint. She doesn't seek the spotlight but she leaves an impression. She's cold and composed, sometimes ignored, cast aside, but internally she's raw fire, her loyalty, her love towards what truly matters and her choices. She's one of the most compelling women in the story

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day 15 - if you even need to think twice - blackinnon - @blackinnonfest

marlene was resting over his chest, completely naked except for the sheet with which sirius have covered them both.

he was mindlessly tracing figures with his fingers on her back, mesmerised by the sight of her: cheeks flushed, eyes shining, hair completely tousled as if she just landed on the pitch after flying around on her broom.

sirius knew marlene wasn’t into quidditch for the sport, but for the adrenaline, same as him.

“i think i’m falling in love with you” he whispered, only realizing he said it at loud once he felt marlene tense up on top of him.

he meant it, though.

“i love you” he repeated, louder this time.

marlene got to her knees, wrapping the sheet around her torso, covering herself.

sirius propped himself up on his forearms, looking at her.

“i… wasn’t expecting that” she finally admitted, mouth hang half open, genuine shock in her eyes.

sirius waited, his heart suddenly clenched behind his ribs.

several seconds passed before marlene dared speak again.

“i’m trying to think of the right thing to say here.”

he swallowed hard, trying to hide the fact that just then, marlene had hurt him.

he wouldn’t show it, though.

“if you have to think about it then i guess the answer is pretty obvious. i just wish i hadn’t wasted my time” he blurted out, finally siting himself properly, feet on the carpet on the opposite side of the bed.

“that’s not fair.”

there was a tinge of hurt in marlene’s voice, but that, sirius thought, wasn’t fair. not to him, not after what he just admitted.

“no fair?” he questioned, rising his voice slightly. “what’s fair about the fact that you’d rather believe those stupid rumors going around instead of me? you know who are the girls that say all that shit? the ones i’ve never given the time of day. they’re the ones who need to convince themselves that i’m some sort of ruthless casanova.”

“you say that as if you’re this sort open book, like i have to had you all figured it out by now” she replied, her voice even know.

“like you’re much better!.” he finally turned to watch her. “you’re the one who wanted to keep this under wraps, remember?!” he shouted, pointing at the general direction of the castle with his arm.

marlene was taken aback.

“you’d think the way i treated would clear things up for you. but maybe you weren’t paying attention, what with all the boys you’ve been talking to lately.” it was a low blow, but he didn’t care.

“fuck you, black!” marlene shouted, getting to her feet and rapidly putting on her clothes on.

“right back at you, mckinnon!” he fired back just as she had slammed the door of his room behind her.

seconds later, james came into the room looking bewildered.

“what was that?” he asked while taking in the scene he just entered in.

“nothing that matters” sirius answered, getting to his feet and passing james on his way to the bathroom.

sirius black was meant to inherit the fortunes of both his grandparents, one through alphard and one through orion.

this is what could turn him into potentially the most powerful wizard in the lense of society. we know the malfoys were the richest when we were introduced to them, but that was in a world where the black heir was in prison.

this is what sells to me the idea that neither walburga or orion wanted to play the family game and leave the task up to cygnuss, since alphard didn’t played along either.

walburga and orion marriage was a powerful move. together they ensured the next heir to be powerful whilst securing the family line. but also, there’s a chance they had regulus not as the spare, or at least not in the sense for him to become the heir in case something happens with sirius, but more as to spare him of any duties.

they could’ve put all the expectations and pressure onto sirius and simultaneously free up his youngest to be who ever he wanted to be, an option they didn’t have.

day 14 - dancing under the rain - blackinnon - @blackinnonfest

she loved to hear her friends' stories about their holidays in remote places. after all, that was what wizards were like, always secluded, hiding from muggles, either by getting as far away from them as possible or by using spells to repel them.

lily, however, shared different stories and had made them all jealous.

that was how they all turn up camping, the muggle way, on a site near the beach. the state of their world was so bleak, they knew there was a chance that for it to be only opportunity they could all be together that way. a group of teenage wizards and witches living the muggle way, if only for a few days.

what none of them had accounted it for, was the rain. it was supposed to be mid summer for merlin's sake. they were all sheltered under their tents, waiting for it to pass. it had been whole day by then.

"oh for god's sake, this is stupid" marlene said, getting out of the tent she was sharing with sirius.

"what are you doing? get back here!" sirius shouted, pocking his head out the tent. "there's no fire, mckinnon, we won't be able to warm your clothes if you get them all wet, you'll catch a cold" he was aware he sounded to motherly for his usual disregard of common sense, but he wasn't particularly interested in sharing a tent with a sick person, even if it was his girl.

"we'll use magic then" she replied.

"what's going on?" james head appeared out of his own tent.

"what's happening?" lily's voice join in.

"i'm going out for a walk" marlene stated.

"you can't!" lily shouted, emerging from under james' head.

"watch me!" marlene shouted back as she started running in the direction of the beach.

"oh for fuck's sake" sirius hissed, getting to his feet and running after her.

when he finally reached her, she was laughing, trying to get away from the waves as they make their ways to her feet before retrieving once more.

it was silly, giving the fact that after spending as much as ten seconds under the rain, both he and marlene were soaking wet.

but she, sirius could tell, was having too much fun, it was contagious, her laugh, the way her curls stick to her face.

he ran towards her and picked her up. marlene yelped in delight. he managed to run a few feet before putting her down again.

marlene hands landed on his chest, a broad smile on her face.

"what about the cold?" she asked.

"there's no muggles around, mckinnon" he replied.

marlene head turn to take a look at the beach. sirius was right, they were the only ones left.

"guess we'll have to use magic then" she laugh, getting on her tip toes to land a kiss on sirius' lips.

she loved he was the only guy tall enough to required for her to strech out to get to his level.

after that, sirius turn her on his arms, as if they have been dancing, and when he pulled her closed again, marlene had the fleeting though that right there, that moment with sirius, was all the magic they needed.

seconds later, they were joined by lily and james, the only ones brave enough to get under the rain, and spent the rest of the afternoon chasing each other, laughing and screaming, just as regular teenagers should do.

marauders band au | blackinnon

i haven’t written a single “official” word in any document (just the scraps of interviews here)

BUT

i have figured out how to start the story and, most importantly, what happened with sirius and where is he.

also who the interviewer is.

the whole article is set to be published in the quibbler cause what better place to report on a old rock band that only a few people still remember to this day.

i’ll start working on it after i finish translating.