James + Lily = Jily

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.

au marlene survives, sirius gets released from azkaban

sirius: i– i thought you were dead, marls *desperately clinging to her*

marlene: is that why you went full ballistic and manage to get yourself locked in azkaban? azkaban, sirius, of all places! *clasping sirius face between her hands*

sirius: you don’t understand, i thought– i thought– i–

marlene: that peter did it?

sirius: what? how? what the hell marls?!

marlene: it pays to know your secrets, sirius. now let’s put padfoot’s nose to good use and find that coward

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.

Blackkinnon sneaking off under the guise of being a good wingman/woman for Jily when really, they're having their own little date.

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.

quarrel with mother

this is gonna be sacrilege but…

i think if marlene had survived and the war had ended, she and sirius would have been that fiery couple, the kind no one would ever denied were deeply in love with each other but, at some point, would have gotten separated.

after a while, they both would have moved on, found new partners (never got kids though), saw each other occasionally, mainly for harry’s birthdays.

they would have become that couple, even though they were no longer together, that every one talked about when they weren’t present.

no one ever understood why they broke up.

their friends are still waiting for them to get back together.

day 27 - you don’t understand - blackinnon - @blackinnonfest

“it’s not that simple,” said marlene.

they weren’t exactly fighting, but it felt strangely similar.

“i don’t get it. a few months ago you weren’t speaking to me cause you thought i was taking you for granted, that i was using you somehow, while i thought we were on the same fucking boat, mind you.” sirius paused, taking a second to compose himself before continuing. “so we talked through it and fixed things or so i thought, cause how in the hell are we in the same situation again, marls?” he wasn’t exactly desperate, but exasperated more like.

marlene could barely stand to watch him in the eyes, so she was grateful they were on the move again.

“it’s not the same, not at all” she replied.

“no, you’re right. you’re right it’s not. it’s worse. cause this time i know you want to be with me much as i want to be with you and yet you flinch every time i breath near you.” sirius was on the edge of screaming, but they weren’t supposed to be making any noise, trying to sneak back into the gryffindor tower before a prefect caught them.

“i told you, it’s not that easy” she repeated for the tenth time that day, trying to keep up with his longer strides.

“you haven’t told me shit, mckinnon. why do you resist taking the easy way into this?” finally, sirius had stopped and turned to look at her.

and again, marlene wanted nothing more than to look at anything but him.

because how could she explained to him that she was terrified. frightened. even more so than the time she had finally explained to him why she felt so hurt last time he had ditched her for some other girl while expecting her to be there once he got bore.

that being a teenage witch was an entirely different thing than being a teenage wizard. and that there were layers to it as well, because sirius black wasn’t just any wizard, even if he was, according to the one and only howler walburga had ever sent him last year, the disgrace of the family.

sirius wasn’t free of them, not really. marlene had the suspicion that still, everything he did or didn’t do was a statement back to his family, whether it was on purpose or not. he couldn’t help being who he was much more than she could blame herself for falling for him.

because she had fallen for that stupid, smug faced moron. yes, moron. not that insulting him on her mind and frequently to his face had made much for her.

she had still being stupid enough to fall for the boy.

and worse than loving him? was the fact that for whatever reason, he loved her back. well, liked her back at least. enough so that he had been pushing for them to go public, to stop with all the secrecy and running around.

but she couldn’t, it scared her too much.

“are you…?” started sirius, taking a breath in. “are you done with me?” he finally asked.

marlene couldn’t be sure with all the darkness around them, but there was something akin to hurt in sirius’ eyes.

“what?” marlene mouth opened in surprise at the question, the implications of it.

“seems to me the only logical explanation”

“no, that’s not… i told you, it’s not—“

“that simple, yes, i’ve heard.” frustrated this time, sirius passed a hand through his face. they were near the entrance to the tower now. “i’ll make it easier for you then” he said and marlene knew before he said it where this was gonna end up.

she braced herself for it, cause really, what else could she do?

sirius took a while longer before speaking, as if expecting her to say or do something to stop him, but nothing came.

“alright then, we’re finish. i’m finish” and after that, he turn around, gave the password to the fat lady and marlene saw him disappear behind the portrait.

she felt her heart clenched in her chest, her whole body going cold.

trying to console herself over the fact that, at least, they wouldn’t have to explain anything to their friends, she followed him into the tower only to fall apart once she reached her bed.

who would’ve bet that she would’ve been the one to fucked it all up.

🎨: tidalbox

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