"i'm So Good At Loving You More By Saying I Love You Less"

IT’S THE BEEEEEST OF BOTH WORLDS 🎶💁🏼‍♀️

pls don’t jump, we need fluffy blackinnon so bad, but you can consider it pay back for giving marlene those horrid new balance, no way, no how she wore those, you cruel cruel human.

a blackinnon story told in reverse: from the heart achingly lost of her life to the very beginning when they started to fell in love.

bonus points if near her death they closer to breaking up o they were already apart.

sirius and james being so codependent on each other that, every time i portray marlene being angry at sirius, she has to throw a little "fuck you too, potter" one way or another.

marlene mckinnon’s hair went through the same phases as miley cyrus’s hair over the years.

i didn’t know i needed mgk 90s boy band vibes wtf.

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.

Band on a run!

sirius: are you seeing anyone?

regulus: like a spirit? *looks around* not at the moment.

sirius looking concerned: …

regulus: oh you meant a relationship?

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.

I like the idea of Andromeda being the literal Slytherin princess before leaving her family

Something about her being every bit as ruthless and ambitious as Bellatrix, and every bit as cold and political as Narcissa, and still choosing to walk away makes me very happy

lily and marlene texting each other whenever prongsfoot is around.