Lily Evans (photographer, James Potter’s Girlfriend): If It Weren’t For Marlene I Wouldn’t Be Here,

also he doesn’t blame sirius, they just didn’t expect for severus to actually go there. that was the whole joke. i already talked about this but honestly, how dumb was snape in that moment???

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.

pov: you’re harry being born to a bunch of 21 year olds

their thoughts and doodles below the cut <3

i’m afraid those of us who like blackinnon have been cursed too

james getting closer to marlene through quidditch, starting to think of her as a little sister, obviously thinking sirius feels the same way 'cause they share the same brain cells and then BOOM! sirius kissing her???!! what do you mean you like her??? SHE'S LIKE A SISTER TO US???

Remus and Harry from chapter 14 of PoA

i want to write a little story of the women of family black, like sort of portraits of them.

first chapter following walburga from her last years at hogwarts up until sirius’s birth.

second chapter following bellatrix since the moment she met baby sirius until his selection into gryffindor or maybe her decision to marry into the lestrange family.

third chapter following andromeda from sirius’s selection til she ran away with ted.

fourth one following narcissa from the moment andromeda left til she found out she was pregnant with draco.

that’s what i’m thinking so far, but i would love to read some fics centered around the black family or, at least, the black sisters, so if you have any recommendations pls let me know! 🙏🏻

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.

James Potter’s greatest achievement wasn’t anything to do with Quidditch. It was making Lily Evans laugh so hard she snorted.

i feel like the first time i went diving into ao3 i couldn’t find, for the love of me, any blackinnon story that resonated with me.

and swear i don’t know what happened but suddenly i have like a ton of tabs open on my browser of stories about those two i want to delve into (i guess i wasn’t looking that hard after all).

the thing is i’m scared to start reading because i don’t want to feel like i might copy someone but worse than that, im scare to find something so good inside that might make me go: yep, never gonna be able to write that good. might just give up now.

does anyone relate to that feeling? 😂

it’s genuinely the reason i don’t ever write any wolfstar or dramione.

M A R L S 🖕