ballet academy au | blackinnon edition
marlene has always loved the arts, dancing especially. she had never minded to be in the background as long as she could perform. actually, if it means she could dance for the rest of her life, she wouldn’t want to ever be the first ballerina.
sirius has the talent, but no joy or interest in ballet. he’s only there to appease mommy and daddy dearest. he’s always been inconsistent, untrustworthy, that has been purposeful.
but all that changes when he’s paired up with marlene and sees the passion in her eyes. if he doesn’t step up, they both might get cut from the program.
it has been his purpose ever since day one, to get thrown out, put his family in a situation where their money won’t help him.
but could he risk throw away marlene’s dream just to get free of his family’s legacy?
marlene mckinnon rolling her eyes in disgust every time she hears someone describe their crush by their physical appearance only, then proceeding to fall in love with the hottest wizard in the whole castle.
in marlene’s defense, his face was his least attractive quality.
enemies to lovers | blackinnon edition
quidditch captain james potter replaces marlene mckinnon on the team with his best friend, sirius black, after she got injured.
marlene: what the fuck did you just do?
james: we needed a new player, marls
sirius laughs
marlene: and who the fuck you think you are?
sirius: seems fairly obvious to me, mckinnon. the next best beater gryffindor has ever seen.
marlene: you have never even played! didn’t even bother to show up for the tryouts!
sirius: no need to when you’ve got the talent
marlene: fuck you! and fuck you too potter! *muttering, leaving the pitch* fucking nepotism
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.
"i'm so good at loving you more by saying i love you less"
marlene mckinnon downplaying her own feelings for sirius black.
"i never got to fall out of love. i just had to move on"
sirius black after marlene mckinnon's dead.
"but what hurts the most is coming second when i saw you first"
remus lupin watching sirius black fall in love with marlene mckinnon.
here i am translating a few chapters in advance and completely forgot this moment existed:
"Sirius, in an attempt to encompass the room with his arms, lifted Marlene's hand, which remained in his grasp."
(i'm screaming on the inside)
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.
i picture marlene being tall, with a small frame, but oh so mighty.
sirius was genuinely shocked the first time he saw her throw a bludger at yaxley's head and send him to the medical wing with a fractured skull.
marlene mckinnon absolutely plastered introducing the weird sisters to lily and mary, singing and dancing do the hippogriff on top of a table in the common room.
right there, ladies and gentlemen, was the moment sirius realized she was his girl.
update:
there are two new chapters on “like a bludger to the heart” and one in the spanish blackinnon through the ages.
might turn this into an unreleased sirius black’s song for my marauders band au.
i just love this song, this band and actually this whole era of argentinian rock tbh.
“i’m not used to my first day without you,
because i still say we when i think of you.
when the summer ended, everything seemed fine,
now i think of all the things we said unknowingly.
because soon you would leave with no explanation,
maybe it seems easy to you for me to bear this pain (for me to bear your pain).
you forgot some things in your swift departure,
and now they’re like treasures i keep for myself.
[…]
because this is my first day without seeing you
and the room feels gigantic,
i feel so small if you’re not here,
i can’t understand it.”
honestly my translation it’s kinda crap and i really don’t know if im too lazy to do it justice lol or if i love too much the spanish wording for this fuckin anthem of heartbreak.
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.
hi!
i'm skelter. she/her.
i'm a multishipper reader but decided to come back mainly as blackinnon writer.
spanish is my first language and while i try to be very meticulous when translating, don't expect the same level of english here. i make mistakes in any language anyway and constantly checkin my grammar is tiresome, so please forgive me.
i'll leave this post pinned so you can more easily access what i've doing/plan on doing.
ao3 | you'll find both spanish and english stories. marauders band au | a blackinnon centered idea i'm currently working on. dark!blackinnon | dark au with durmstrang!sirius and slytherin!marlene ballet au (blackinnon) | a little thing that got away from me at some point and now it's big enough as to have "episodes". blackinnon prompts | little things i've written on tumblr about the pair. feel free to drop a prompt/idea if you want here and i'll write something about it. blackinnon | all things related to them. black family | ideas and things related to them.
and that's all!
if you're here, thank u for reading <3
mary mcdonald (supermodel): look, i’m not saying they didn’t share a dream of becoming the next big thing. i’m just saying they were strategic about it. sirius and marlene i mean. that concert we went to were we ended up on stage with them? all planned. they knew how to replicate authenticity, they had so much energy no one ever doubted them.
lily evans (photographer, james potter’s girlfriend): everywhere you looked, girls wanted to be her [marlene]. she had been in a few music videos at the time with other bands, before the boys skyrocketed. but after that concert, girls wanted to be her and boys wanted to… you know (makes obscene gesture with her hands).
mary: her disappearance act afterwards was pure genius. marauders sold out everywhere.
remus: she came to one of our concerts once. i mean, she came every time she could. but that time she went full glam. brought a few of her models friends with her. sirius pulled them onto the stage.
james: i wanted lily up there too, but she said if i started flirting with her right in front of everyone then they’ll start questioning who the others were. made her regret it though (laughs). people next day thought me and mary were a thing.
peter: that was the last time we saw her wearing her hair long. she jumped on the platform with me. flirted with remus and sirius both. dance with all her friends, but people could only stare at her. she was dynamite. i don’t even think she was on something. i don’t. it was just her pure energy.
james: sirius pulled her to the front. made her sang with him the chorus.
remus: people went nuts. none of us new she could sing. her voice was raw, a little raspy, like she had pebbles on her throat but somehow they melted on your ears.
peter: she disappeared from the public eye for a while after that.
(pls pls pls picture marlene in miley cyrus outfit for her mother’s daughter performance at tinderbox festival. obviously the leather jacket would’ve been sirius’)
mary mcdonald (supermodel): she [marlene] came back after a trip home and couldn’t stop talking about this boy. she talked about him like he was some sort of comet, a once in a lifetime encounter. i didn’t know him at the time and thought she was talking nonsense. you know? the kinda crap you say when you’re heels over head for someone before you realize they’re as shitty at the rest of them. i mean, who could’ve been more of a trailblazer than her? a year later i met him. it clicked then. he didn’t have eyes for anyone else. even after they got famous, after all the fame and the groupies and the after party’s. if you want to believe the tabloids at the time just know this: sex sells. and no one sold sex better than sirius black. but his heart… it belonged only to her.
“i’m kinda crazy cause that’s how you make me,
i don’t need jesus cause baby you saved me, i’m done,
but only if it’s with you.”
it hits me right in the angst cause i know he couldn’t save her and they never made it.
this whole song it’s giving me so much vibes of what i envision for marlene and sirius in my marauders band au i’m dying.
just imagine marlene being discovered as a model at age fifteen, having lived all over the world on her own at such a young age, sharing places with other models as young as her while the older ones teach them all about alcohol and drugs and other vices of the industry.
her meeting/reconnecting (not quite sure yet) with sirius black, a year older than him, who has a band that is fairly known in his town.
marlene having all the right connections.
falling harder and harder with this boy. this boy who’s life might just happened to align with hers.
them working hard so they could one day reach a happy ending that never came.
just rambling at this point but ughhh this song it’s doing it for me.
this whole song it’s giving me so much vibes of what i envision for marlene and sirius in my marauders band au i’m dying.
just imagine marlene being discovered as a model at age fifteen, having lived all over the world on her own at such a young age, sharing places with other models as young as her while the older ones teach them all about alcohol and drugs and other vices of the industry.
her meeting/reconnecting (not quite sure yet) with sirius black, a year older than him, who has a band that is fairly known in his town.
marlene having all the right connections.
falling harder and harder with this boy. this boy who’s life might just happen to align with hers.
them working hard so they could one day reach a happy ending that never came.
just rambling at this point but ughhh this song it’s doing it for me.
i’m 100% certain the only reason sirius black didn’t burn the whole world to the ground after marlene mckinnon’s dead, the love of his life’s dead, was the fact that suddenly his godson, the son of james potter, his one true soulmate (platonic or not, idc), was in immediate danger and he would’ve done anything to protect him, including swallowing his own grief.
you cannot convince me otherwise.
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.
I did a thing. A smut of sorts.
Summary:
They were alive.
They were stubborn.
And Sirius felt particularly lucky.
@blackinnonfest
lily evans (photographer, james potter’s girlfriend): if it weren’t for marlene i wouldn’t be here, to be honest. she introduced me to them. she was the reason i trusted them. god, the sacrifices she made… for them breaking up was the only thing that made sense at the time, the least they could’ve done.
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)
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)
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)
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)
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.