The roar of the motorcycle blended with the wind that sliced through the road. Sirius gripped the handlebars firmly, his eyes shining with that spark of freedom that always accompanied him. Marlene, behind him, held tightly onto his waist, her blonde hair tousled by the speed, her laughter escaping like a wild song that faded into the horizon.
The journey had begun without a map, driven only by the certainty that they needed to escape. The mountains rose in the distance, and every curve was a moment of adventure. Sirius turned his head just enough to see Marlene’s smile reflected in the mirror. “Ready to get lost with me?” he shouted over the roar of the engine. She responded with a fleeting kiss on the cheek, a gesture worth more than any words.
The highway stretched out like an endless road. At a forgotten gas station, Marlene got off the motorcycle and stretched her legs, laughing. “This is crazy,” she said, but her eyes sparkled with that gleam that only appeared when she was with him. Sirius lit a cigarette and offered her one, even though he knew she never accepted. “Madness is all we have left,” he replied, and she kissed him with the intensity of someone who knows the world might end tomorrow.
The sun began to set, painting the sky with stars. The road grew more desolate, and the air smelled of earth. Sirius stepped on the gas, seeking that sensation of flying. Marlene rested her head against his back, closing her eyes, trusting that he would take her anywhere far away from the war. In that moment, there were no wars or broken promises, just two hearts beating in unison.
They stopped at a makeshift overlook, where the road opened up to an endless valley. Marlene got out first, spreading her arms as if she could embrace the whole world. Sirius watched her, with that mix of tenderness and desire that always disarmed him. “We could stay here forever,” she murmured, and he, without thinking, replied, “Forever is too short if it’s with you.”
Night fell, and they lit a makeshift fire with dry branches. The flames lit up their faces, and shadows danced around them like old ghosts. Marlene curled up next to Sirius, sharing a worn blanket. “Do you know what the best part of this trip is?” she asked. He raised an eyebrow, amused. “That it has no destination,” she replied, and Sirius laughed, kissing her with the certainty that, even if the trip ended, they would still be together .
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A Christmas Love Story (ao3) - Minttulatte
James/Lily, Sirius/Marlene
T, 4k
Summary: Lily and Marlene are on a Christmas vacation in a town in Switzerland because Marlene's boyfriend Sirius is living/working there. One day, Lily meets a gorgeous raven haired guy selling skates at the lake in the middle of the town and she is completely smitten with him at first sight. She, however, wants to try to be a cool girl and not let a guy sweep her off her feet so fast but Marlene decides to not to let her do her usual routine that always leads up to her getting hurt and Lily ends up into a completely new situation that she did not expect as the result.
Summary: Lily and the crew surprise Marlene McKinnon with a Surprise party for her birthday.
Black madness (ao3) - DelilahLouise
M, 24k
Summary: "The black family madness isn't bad son, it's magic. Dark, grey and light, it's all about the intent and with family magic, respect." He'd repeat in his most stern voice. "Respect it, befriend it, never give in to it. To give in is to bind, once bonded with it, it will be hard to tell where you start and madness begins. It eats, it corrods maybe not your magic, but your mind."
Sirius kept his biggest secret from his friends
Peter told his friends biggest secret
Dumbledore will stop at nothing to collect all secrets and be the only one to use them.
Breaking Hearts and Burning Things (ao3) - Sable Supernova (Sable_Supernova)
T, 2k
Summary: It's not the first time Sirius has made a mistake. Sometimes, forgiveness is easy to grant. Sometimes, it isn’t. And sometimes, people do things that mean even when they desperately want forgiveness, apologies aren’t enough to repair the damage.
Cinders (ao3) - SapphireLeo
G, 16k
Summary: Reimagined Cinderella.
Sirius Black is basically a slave in his own home and finds himself wishing upon a star for a life that is different. He meets a pretty girl by a well and falls a little in love.
First Date (ao3) - QueenKas
N/R, 511
Summary: Sirius Black and Marlene McKinnon’s first date in Hogsmeade takes an unexpected turn.
Now I Wanna Be Your Dog (ao3) - pixelated (prettyremus)
Sirius/Remus, James/Lily, Sirius/Marlene, Remus/OMC
E, 20k
Summary: Sirius clunks about in his Doc Martens and listens to The Stooges and smokes cigarettes and wears his hair much too long and spends more time serving detention than not.
And is way too forward about his sudden feelings for Remus.
(A story about teenagers and summer love in the 70s.)
Run (ao3) - SapphireLeo
Sirius/Marlene, James/Lily
T, 2k
Summary: "Oi, Black! Be my best man?"
"Marlene, you're my maid of honor."
"Hey, I think I like your face enough to wake up next to you every day. Let’s make it a thing.”
The Best Man and the Maid of Honor run off together during James Potter's wedding.
tension (ao3) - SapphireLeo
E, 5k
Summary: When Sirius Black went for relaxation, he didn’t know it would be quite like this.
Blackinnon PWP.
The Problem With French (ao3) - anylouze
E, 15k
Summary: Or: Sirius confesses in a language she doesn't speak, and Marlene learns French out of spite. It escalates.
The Secret Santa Matchmaker (ao3) - Tardis_Magic93
G, 2k
Summary: James Potter decided to have the last holiday get-together, but he had something else in mind.
Through A Glass Darkly (ao3) - lightinthehallway
James/Lily, Sirius/Marlene, Sirius/Remus
T, 629k
Summary: In 1976, Lily Evans is just months away from co-founding the Order of the Phoenix and taking the war effort into her own hands when she discovers firsthand that nobody’s coming to save Wizarding Britain from the threat of Lord Voldemort–but first, she’s got to come to terms with James Potter and their fellow Gryffindor sixth years’ sudden new role in her life as her biggest (and only) emotional support. Six years later, her world turns upside down once more when the spy within the Order of the Phoenix is revealed.
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Nothing’s fair in love and war anymore. xx The sixth and seventh years and beyond. JPLE, MMSB, (very) slow burn RLSB. Starts light, gets darker. AU starts in Chapter 137.
Time of Our Lives (ao3) - jo997
James/Lily, Sirius/Marlene
N/R, 41k
Summary: A multi chapter fic chronicling the Marauders’ final year at Hogwarts, blending slow-burn romance, found family, and rising war tensions. Centered on James and Lily evolving relationship, from wary Head Boy/Girl partnership to deep love sparked by jealousy, shared duties, and other inconveniences. The story also follows Sirius and Marlene's chaotic romance.
Overall, we get a fluffy, slow-burn get-together. Each chapter can also be read as a stand alone.
we'll make it to the other side (ao3) - WickedCabeswater
T, 17k
Summary: Four years.
Four years barely saying two words to Marlene, and now Sirius couldn't stop noticing her.
Or,
Sirius Black has a crisis.
What We Lost to Win the War (ao3) - LucyInTheSkye
E, 16k
Summary: If Dumbledore asks you to go to war for him, will you do it?
It’s 1981 and someone should tell them to get out while they still can. Everyone else is tapping out: safe houses, six feet under or rat-deep under cover. But not Sirius, no, Sirius has battles with alcohol to lose, battles with his mother to win, and speaking of losing, Marlene is sure there’s something other than her knickers that got lost on the way. But hey, at least the sex is still good.
The dark, mirror-like surface of the lake, in which the tops of ancient oaks were reflected as if in a giant magical mirror, clearly approved of their spontaneous decision to come here. Even nature itself seemed to have relaxed: dragonflies hovered in the air as if contemplating an unscheduled vacation, and a lazy breeze shuffled the leaves overhead.
Marlene lay on her back in a huge inflatable ring the color of overripe fuchsia. It made her look like an exotic bud, accidentally washed ashore in the English countryside. She slowly kicked her legs in the cool water, feeling the weightless touches of the current tickling her skin, while her face, tilted toward the sun, was caressed by warm rays. The summer heat was still palpable; the air smelled of warm grass and a hint of mud, and somewhere in the distance came the occasional splash — whether from a fish or someone's invisible hand touching the water's surface.
Sirius swam nearby, about ten meters away, without any ring. He paddled vigorously with his paws, snorted like a dog, and spat out duckweed — it clung stickily to his snout, getting in his mouth and eyes. He shook his head, exhaled noisily, and surged forward again, cutting through the water. Spray flew in all directions, sunlit droplets sparkling in the air, and he just kept swimming, as if racing against himself. Until he got bored and resumed his human form.
"McKinnon, that's not fair!" Sirius shouted, swimming closer and grabbing the edge of her inflatable ring. The ring tilted dangerously, and Marlene, shrieking, clung to the sides, nearly tumbling into the water. "We've been on the lake for two hours, and you're still dry! This violates the code of aquatic procedures!"
She opened one eye, gave him a mocking look from beneath the fringe created by unruly strands and a gust of wind, and slowly, deliberately licked her dry lips, still tasting of strawberry lip balm.
"Darling, I'm just enjoying life, alright?" Marlene shook her head, suppressing a smile. "Unlike you, I don't need to race the trout to prove to the lake what a great swimmer I am."
She pointed towards his tousled mop of hair: "By the way, you've got…" Marlene giggled, covering her mouth with her hand, "a piece of seaweed. Right on top of your head. Looks… original. Very sexy, really. Totally your style."
Sirius sighed, paused as if assessing the moment, and then, grabbing the edges of the ring with both hands, flipped the inflatable contraption with one powerful heave. Marlene, before she could process what was happening, landed in the water with a loud splash, accompanying her fall with an indignant cry:
"Black, you bastard!"
"Much better!" he cheerfully retorted, pulling her by the waist so that her wet, lace-trimmed body pressed against his water-slicked chest, and Marlene felt his fingers dig into her hips, holding her in place.
She punched him in the shoulder in response, trying to escape the trap, and said, looking directly into those mocking gray eyes:
"You're just insane. My ring floated away. And besides, I think I stepped on a frog because of you."
Sirius laughed loudly and, still not letting go of Marlene, carefully backed toward the shore. In the distance, on a spread-out blanket in the grass, rolled-up towels and a bottle of wine, forgotten by everyone an hour ago, were visible. But halfway there, his foot snagged on a submerged branch. He lost his balance — and with a short exclamation, they both crashed into the lake, sending up a fountain of spray. Splashing and roaring with laughter, they briefly became a tangle of arms and legs.
Marlene surfaced first, pushing wet strands from her face. She struggled onto the shore and collapsed onto the warm sand, breathless. Sirius surfaced next and flopped down beside her, still laughing. Then he loomed over her; droplets from his hair fell onto her stomach, leaving cool trails on her heated skin. Sirius leaned down even lower, his breath touching Marlene's neck before he traced his nose along it and whispered:
"The frog will forgive your clumsiness, don't worry."
"You'd better worry about whether I'll forgive you," she said slyly.
And Marlene pulled Sirius toward her, because after swimming in a cool lake, there's nothing better than warming each other up.
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The night was cool, and the lake seemed to be with them. The moon was reflected on the water’s surface. Marlene walked barefoot through the wet grass, while Sirius followed her with sure steps, his eyes full of desire and lust.
“Everything feels so peaceful here,” she whispered, gazing at the water that seemed endless.
“No one is watching us here,” he replied, drawing closer until his warmth enveloped her.
The kiss was immediate, a clash of lips that turned into hunger. Marlene met it with a brief moan, her hands clutching his shirt, pulling at it urgently. Sirius held her tightly, his fingers tracing her back down to the curve of her waist, marking invisible territories.
The damp grass became their makeshift bed. Their clothes vanished amid moans and frantic movements, each garment torn away as if it weighed too heavily between them. Marlene’s skin glowed in the moonlight, and Sirius traced it with fiery kisses, moving down her neck, her chest, until he lost himself in the heat of her body.
The murmur of the water set the rhythm of their bodies, an inevitable ebb and flow that dragged them toward a shared abyss.
Marlene arched her back, her fingers digging into Sirius’s shoulders, while he sought her out with a force that was pure devotion and defiance. Every movement was a wave crashing, every moan a flash of lightning illuminating the night. The grass clung to their skin, the dampness mingling with sweat, and the world was reduced to gasps and caresses.
The rhythm quickened, a crescendo that carried them to the edge of the abyss. Marlene screamed his name, her voice breaking into a moan that mingled with the roar of the water. Sirius held her tight, his lips devouring hers, as the climax swept them away like a storm: vast, impossible, impossible to contain.
They lay there, trembling, the grass clinging to their naked bodies, the lake spread out like an infinite mirror. Both of their breaths came in disordered gasps, and silence enveloped them once more, as if the world had decided to preserve their moment.
Marlene rested her head on Sirius’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“We’re like water,” she whispered. “We always find our way back to each other.”
Sirius kissed her on the forehead, with a tenderness that contrasted with the ferocity of what they had just experienced.
“And I always want to come back to you,” he replied, sealing the promise with another, gentler kiss.
After that, Sirius took Marlene’s hand and led her toward the water. The surface of the lake was cold, but the excitement still burned in their bodies. They submerged together, letting the moon cover them in silvery glints. The water touched their bare skin, intensifying every touch, every caress.
There, in the middle of the lake, they sought each other out again. Their lips met beneath the reflection of the stars, a wet, deep kiss that mingled the coolness of the water with the fire of passion. The lake enveloped them, becoming an accomplice to their union, while they remained embraced, kissing as if the whole world had vanished.
Silence enveloped them once more, but now it was a different silence: that of two bodies that had found their own universe.
The London sky over Soho changed its colors in an instant. The azure hue that had been caressing the eyes moments before gave way to a heavy gray darkness, and the rain did not keep them waiting. It began in a characteristically English, restrained manner, with a barely perceptible hint. First, one drop fell on Marlene's eyelashes, making her flinch involuntarily. Then a second — on her lips. But she didn't notice the third, for the world around them was filled with a drizzle permeated by the freshness that always appears at such moments.
Sirius walked beside her, his hands carelessly shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. He glanced at Marlene with that same indescribable blend of adoration and light, almost cat-like mockery — the look he usually gave just before coming out with something unbearably witty. But this time, the natural elements beat him to it: several drops hit his face before he could open his mouth.
Marlene laughed out loud. She was amused by this instant capitulation to the rain — Black's disgruntled expression, his slightly furrowed brows, and the droplets streaming down his cheekbones. She threw her head back, tossing her thick curly hair behind her, and allowed the rain to touch her neck. The drops trickled along her skin, rolling down inside the collar of her light linen shirt.
"Great," Sirius said with feigned resignation, vigorously shaking out his hair, which had instantly turned into wet, hanging strands. He snorted, wiping drops from his face. "Just perfect. We didn't bring an umbrella, and we can't use magic against the rain — there are Muggles everywhere."
Marlene laughed and took his arm, pressing her shoulder tightly against his cool jacket. Mischievous sparks danced in her eyes, and her lips curved into a playful smile. All of Sirius's gloomy thoughts instantly vanished.
"Come on," she brushed it off lightly, tilting her head slightly towards his shoulder. "Rain is romantic. At least, that's what it says in those books I secretly read under the blanket while you're snoring."
They turned into a quiet alleyway, where under the awning of a tiny, already closed coffee shop there was just enough space for them to stand close together. The drops drummed on the tin canopy above their heads, beating out an uneven tap dance. Sometimes they would quiet down, then pick up again, like an orchestra rehearsing before a performance.
"Snoring?" Sirius repeated. His lips were almost touching her ear, and his hot breath sent goosebumps racing across Marlene's skin, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. "I don't sleep at all. I lie there and listen to all your commentary. By the way, did you know you talk in your sleep? I once heard you mumbling spells for making perfect pancakes, McKinnon."
Marlene wanted to flick him on the nose for such blatant lying, but Sirius outplayed her. He gently pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth. At such a light, almost weightless touch, a hot wave ran down her spine. And suddenly, all her usual desire to respond with a joke, to parry, to hold the defensive line melted away like sugar in hot tea. Instead, Marlene simply pressed her cheek to Sirius's chest, listening to the deep, steady beat of his heart. She allowed the slight shiver to finally run through her body as he wrapped his arms around her.
The rain drizzled on, drops falling from the cornice and rolling down inside her collar, sending small chills through her. London around them hummed softly, wrapped in the gray cotton of rising fog. Sirius cupped her face in his palms. He lifted her chin slightly, looked into her eyes, and then kissed her for real. The kiss was deep, greedy, yet surprisingly gentle. Sirius insistently ran his tongue over her lips, entering her mouth, and Marlene couldn't hold back a moan. They stood like that, forgetting about time, until Black bit her lower lip and pulled away.
"You're all wet, McKinnon," Sirius hinted suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows expressively and smirking mischievously.
Marlene snorted, giving him a disapproving look. She wanted to feel his lips on hers again. And Black was acting like an impudent poodle, stopping their kiss so shamelessly!
"And you, Black, are just a coward," she retorted, waving her hand with theatrical drama, "since you didn't suggest going home and warming me up. Because I'm cold as a troll in the Arctic."
He laughed, grabbed her hand, and they ran through the fine watery mist, oblivious to the path — two mad people for whom no rain was an obstacle. Their boots splashed through puddles, drops hit their faces, but they only laughed louder, shouting over the roar of the downpour. Marlene slipped on the wet asphalt, but Sirius immediately caught her by the waist, preventing her from falling, and they dashed forward again, not slowing their pace.
The wind whistled in their ears, the rain lashed at their backs, and somewhere ahead, through the veil of gray drizzle, the saving light of the streetlamps beckoned. But right now, at this moment, they had enough of each other, of laughter, and of the feeling of complete, absolute freedom — as if the whole world belonged only to the two of them.
Every time I open TikTok I get excited to find a Blackinnon edits. I love that people still show love to this couple and I hope we continue like this and more people join us.
The square was nearly deserted, shrouded in a drizzle that fell like a thin veil over the ground. The streetlights cast a golden glow on the puddles forming between the cobblestones, and the air smelled of dampness.
Sirius walked with his hands in his pockets, his coat soaked, and his hair plastered to his forehead. There, in the middle of the square, Marlene was waiting for him.
She was standing next to a dry fountain, her hair damp and her eyes shining like stars. The drizzle covered her, and Sirius thought he had never seen anything so beautiful. He approached her, and without saying a word, took her hand. Marlene looked at him with that mixture of surprise and tenderness that always disarmed him.
“What are you doing?” she asked, though there was a suppressed laugh in her voice.
“What I always do when the world seems to be falling apart,” he replied, bowing with a theatrical gesture. “Wanting to dance with you.”
There was no music, but the rain was enough. Sirius drew her toward the center of the square, and they began to move. Their footsteps echoed on the wet cobblestones, and every turn sent up flashes of water that looked like liquid stars. The drizzle fell steadily, lightly, enveloping them in a moment that isolated them from the rest of the universe.
Marlene rested her head on his shoulder, and together they followed an invisible rhythm. The echo of their laughter mingled with the murmur of the rain, and the square was transformed into a stage. Sirius held her firmly, as if he feared the world might snatch that moment away from him.
She let herself go, trusting that her feet would find the perfect rhythm.
“Do you know what I think every time we dance in the rain?” Marlene whispered.
“That I’m terrible at keeping the beat,” he joked, though his eyes burned with tenderness.
She laughed, but then grew serious.
“I think we’re defying fate. As if every step were a way of telling the world that we won’t give up.
Sirius looked at her, and in that instant he understood that there was no greater battle than that: resisting time, war, and pain, with a simple dance in the drizzle. He kissed her, first gently, then urgently, as if he wanted to etch that moment into eternity. The kiss was wet, salty, full of promises that needed no words.
The square vibrated with the echo of their footsteps, and the lights of the streetlamps seemed like constellations suspended above them. The drizzle kept falling, light but steady, enveloping them in a protective blanket. They danced until their legs ached, until laughter turned to sighs, until the world ceased to exist. And when they finally stopped, still embraced, Sirius murmured:
“If I ever get lost, promise me you’ll remember this moment in the rain.”
Marlene looked at him, tears mingling with the raindrops on her cheeks.
“I won’t need to look for you. You’ll always be here,” she replied, placing her hand over her heart.
And in that moment, Sirius realized that there was no greater destiny than to be the beat in Marlene’s heart, to be the spark that lit up her universe. Outside, the drizzle continued to fall, as if the sky wanted to join their dance. In that wet square, Sirius and Marlene had created their own eternity
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You and Edgar have broken my heart. You killed me. Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you forget me? Don’t torture me! I have not killed you. I could no more forget you than myself. When you’re at peace, I shall be in hell. I will never be at peace.
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Wembley Arena was steeped in reverent silence and expectant anticipation. The crowd had become a single living beast — huge, breathing, pulsating in a single rhythm. Each person was merely a tiny cell of this colossal organism. The source of the collective frenzy was the stage, where four figures emerged from clouds of purple smoke. The quartet needed only one simple gesture to make two and a half thousand people simultaneously hold their breath — and then exhale in absolute unison.
Sirius gripped the barrier to keep from being swept away by this overwhelming force. Marlene pressed her whole body against his back, feeling the vibrations of the drums go straight to her heart. Roger Taylor set the rhythm, his beats precise, hypnotic. And when Brian May cut through the air with the first note of "Killer Queen," Marlene closed her eyes for a moment, allowing the guitar solo to become a portal — through which Muggle music seemed to break the fourth wall of their reality. This sound was purer than any spell, piercing right through, making her forget everything.
Sirius turned around, pressing his lips to her temple with a mixture of gentleness and urgency. He had to whisper directly into her ear:
"How cool is it that we got tickets!"
His voice was drowned out by another explosion of applause: Freddie Mercury ran to the edge of the stage and sharply raised his microphone stand, as if about to pierce the sky itself. Meanwhile, John Deacon spared no mercy on his guitar — his fingers flew across the strings, drawing out powerful, rich chords that fired up every spectator, making them sing along to Freddie and bop cheerfully.
"Yes!" Marlene shouted, drowning out the roar of the crowd.
The intro to "Don't Stop Me Now" hit their nerves — and at that same moment, she felt Sirius's palm slide across her lower back. She immediately squeezed his fingers in return. The semi-darkness pulsed around them: the breath of the crowd, the smell of sweat, a wave of freedom washing over them completely. Here and now, they were simply a boy and a girl who shouldn't have to worry about the impending threat from the Death Eaters. Their only concerns were the music, the shared rhythm, and the legendary hits for which they were ready to stay here forever.
Sirius abruptly turned to Marlene, grabbed her chin, and kissed her — right in the middle of a guitar riff. The kiss was greedy, passionate, as if he wanted to pour all his pent-up excitement into it. Approving shouts around them dissolved in the roar of the music, and when he pulled back, she froze: in his eyes, like two mirrors, reflected the colorful lasers from the stage. They transformed the gray abyss of his pupils into a festive, mesmerizing firework.
"I want to remember this evening forever," Marlene confessed, and Sirius smiled his trademark wide smile, which brought barely perceptible wrinkles to the corners of his eyes.
"Then hold on tight, Marls," he placed her palm over his heart, "because 'Bohemian Rhapsody' is next. And I promise you, this won't be our last concert."
The first chords slowly floated through the hall, transporting them to another reality. And Marlene understood: this wasn't a dream, but something incredible. Something bright, almost weightless, blossomed in her soul. She damn well loved this moment — it was like a breath of fresh air and a promise of happiness. The war no longer existed. She was simply the beloved girlfriend of her crazy guy, lost in the music, in the light, in this magical evening. And she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world — not for fame, not for riches, not for an eternity without worries. Especially when Sirius kissed her so fervently, as if he wanted to pour all the passion of the moment, everything he couldn't put into words, into that kiss.
