Obsessed With How Every Time Harry Mentions Sirius He Has To Take A Moment To Froth At The Mouth About

i think walburga wouldn’t care for orion being unfaithful as long as 1) he was discreet about it and 2) he didn’t get involve with anyone near her circle. after all, their marriage isn’t rooted in love.

problem is, orion and cygnuss have been feuding ever since they were kids (orion is closer to him in age than walburga) and finally he decided to start an affair with druella, who happens to be not only is his cousin’s wife but also the one woman walburga despises the most (she never wanted for her to marry his brother).

meanwhile alphard knows all this is happening and stays as far away as possible from all the drama, cause even if he tells his sister, she would find a way to blame him somehow, shot the messenger and all that.

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.

‘Come on, Ginny’s not bad,’ said George fairly, sitting down next to Fred. ‘Actually, I dunno how she got so good, seeing how we never let her play with us.’ ‘She’s been breaking into your broom shed in the garden since the age of six and taking each of your brooms out in turn when you weren’t looking,’ said Hermione from behind her tottering pile of Ancient Rune books. 'Oh,’ said George, looking mildly impressed. 'Well, that’d explain it.' 

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Anything is possible if you’ve got enough nerve.

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marlene and sirius fucking in the quidditch changing rooms, both covered in dirt, wet from rain, smiling like grass, and trying to keep each other quiet

James is not a deadbeat dad: I hate when people say that

"Dumbledore had to take his invisibility cloak because he was going out so much," No. Dumbledore borrowed James' cloak so he could research it, he asked to borrow it, and James let him.

"He leaves to go on motorbike rides with Sirius, leaving Lily and harry alone" Also, no. That was a prequel for a reason. It took place three years before Harry's birth and when James was still in Hogwarts, maybe not even dating Lily yet. And even if he was dating Lily, he can still go out because he wasn't in hiding yet.

"He forgot his wand on the couch" Key word. Forgot. He wasn't in a life or death situation, it was just pure death. He voluntarily risked his life to give Lily time to go up those stairs, knowing he'd die. He told Lily to take Harry without him. If you're going to say James is an idiot for forgetting his wand, don't forget, Lily had no wand upon her either. James was scared and clearly had no time to get his wand because one distraction could've made Voldemort pass him.

Remus Lupin and Lily Evans, 1979

i have this au in my mind where marlene and sirius break up and marls is desperate to get rid of the feeling of sirius on her body.

she needs to physically move on, so she starts dating. and while she doesn’t sleep with every guy she goes out with, that’s her main intention.

so she hooks up with the guy who’s a bad kisser and she knows it’s gonna be bad in the sack and he is, but it’s fine because at least is not sirius.

then she goes out with the guy who only fucks her and doesn’t care for her at all and again, it’s fine, because is not sirius.

then she manages to find a more stable partner over time that’s sort of good but not really and it’s fine anyway, because is not sirius.

but then, she goes with a guy with whom she finally opens up about. they talk for hours before jumping in bed and it’s going well enough, until she realizes it feels too familiar, too comfortable, too achingly tender and she can’t quite shake the feeling off. so when it ends, she can’t get away from the guy and the situation fast enough.

and suddenly she feels grief for the first time because either she’ll never feel anything good again in her life or else she will be forever haunted by the memory of sirius mark on her when she finally does.

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.

“i can fix her, i can fix him, i can fix them”

i think we need to work on you first.

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.

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