Judgmental Golden Trio And The Twins! Love Them All🥰

okay so…

queen charlotte = tragic blackinnon backstory

bridgerton = marauders supporting harry’s first season where ginny is presented to society

and meanwhile in the back of my mind marlene mckinnon has been seen leaving the stables early in the morning wearing men’s clothing (how scandalous!)

back to regular business.

not gonna lie, i’ve been spending quite a lot of time this morning trying to emulate lady whistledown’s voice in my head to see if i manage to come up with something

but also i think it would be fun for a bridgerton au where marauders are adults and they’re guiding the new generations through the season. maybe it’s me just wanting for jily to meet ginny though (blackinnon could be turn into something more like queen charlotte, which i’m still not over it)

also, sirius is now known in my head as: most notorious rebel, so thanks anon!

i like to think we all have trouble fan casting sirius black because we all agree he is too perfect to be real.

james potter ran out to pull severus snape from the shrieking shack with one tought in mind: remus lupin.

because he didn’t believe remus should be held accountable for what might happen if he is too late to protect him but it’s fully aware that he will be.

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.

this is so sweet! 🖤 I NEED MORE.

(also i snorted at sirius lame excuse)

i need more on hades/persephone blackinnon and the whole padfoot situation that makes them fall in love.

It's just something small I wrote some time ago, small but silly:

The God of the underworld has been escaping the underground these days quite often. His brother, the God of shadows and dark, has found it in him to be of use lately. Sirius, taking the form of a wild beast with a very lavish fur, walked among the fields of flowers claimed by no other than the Goddess of harvest and agriculture, resting under the shadows of an elm tree. 

There, amongst the smell of pollen and flowers that tickled his nose, and the breeze that cuddled his fur, his eyes rested on the carelessly charming daughter of the Goddess of harvest. She shared the mesmerizing field– that Sirius could only dream to see in the underground– with her mother.

Marlene. 

Marlene passed her afternoons near the elm tree, taking care of her own little garden.

After Marlene had noticed the strangely huge black dog, he had been invited to be apart of her routine.

Sirius found himself escaping the realm of the dead, and joining Marlene in her gardening in his dog form until dawn. 

Marlene was a strange Goddess. She had her mothers beauty. Slightly tanned skin with white short hair, cherry lips, and piercing big brown eyes. She treated Sirius with wine -the Lord of the underworld had no idea why she would treat dogs with wine-, from the help he did in the garden, and he was also privileged to have the gift of Marlene liking very much to talk to dogs. 

It took Marlene a full moon cycle to know that the dog she had been carrying around was none other than the Lord of The Dead. 

While Sirius had waited for the woman to come, he had fallen asleep.

A graze of freezing to touch fingertips woke him up, and suddenly Sirius found himself face to face with her. 

“It’s you!” she let out a breath. 

Sirius snapped his head down, noticing that he was in his human form. He looked down on his gray-ish hands, and black clothing, cursing at them. “I have to go–”

“Wait–”

Marlene grabbed his wrist, “Why are you going?”

“Well, someone has to ensure that the dead won’t lose their way,” Sirius replied in a hurry to leave and escape the whatever he thought he needed to escape. "My realm can be quite difficult to navigate. A lot of right turns," he tried.

Marlene snorted and lifted her eyebrows, “I didn’t know that helping the dead find their road was the God of underworld’s duty–”

“Of co–”

“-besides, if they haven’t lost their way so far they will be alright, won’t they?” Marlene grinned. 

Sirius looked down on Marlene’s grin, and up to her dilated brown eyes. “You’re not scared of me?” 

Realization seemed to hit the woman's eyes, “I would be, Lord of Dead,” she beamed, “if I hadn’t taken care of a drunken dog that seemed to be you, no? Not two Suns before? I’m afraid I've passed being scared of you, Lord."

“Oh. Oh." Sirius chuckled. “Well, I suppose you’re right.” He finally relaxed his shoulders, and leaned on the tree, deciding that he might not leave yet. 

“Does it scare you?” Marlene asked. 

Sirius lifted an eyebrow, amused. It had been a long time since someone asked him of fear. “What?”

“That I’m not afraid of you?” Marlene leaned on the tree as well, looking down on her garden. 

Sirius grinned. “No. Not at all.”

you have your mother’s eyes

🎨: tidalbox

M A R L S 🖕

walburga would be caught dead before anyone ever accused her of praising a dark lord that turns out to be half-blood. the black family doesn’t have to prove themselves to anyone, they’re already well established in society. anyone knows them and knows what they stand for. sure, they share the ideas voldemort is trying to push into his followers for a new order of the world, but wouldn’t stood so low as to worship him. they’re loyal to themselves and themselves only.

but orion and walburga expected regulus to become a death eater. no they fucking didn’t. they expected, specially after what’s going on with sirius, for him to get an education, find a respectable wife, settle down, produce the next black heir and run the family business (whatever that is). regulus, meanwhile, landed in slytherin during a time all of his house mates, specially older ones, not to mention his own older cousin, are talking and praising the dark lord and how he’s gonna reward those who stand close to him. it’s a youth thing. it’s what everyone in his little bubble wants to become: a high ranking follower. and who could be higher than a black? also everyone is talking about how sirius turned out to be a big disgrace and although for their parents it’s enough with just disowning him, regulus thinks surely if i join the ranks of voldemort i could fix what my idiot brother broke, right? cause also they both think the other one it’s the idiot. the traitor.

later on regulus realizes the dark lord doesn’t care for the blacks and families like his and what they represent. but by then it’s too late and he does what he can before he dies.

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.