#marlene mckinnon fanfiction

[wednesdaynn]

for everyone to see

a/n: i haven't written for women (properly) in so long, neither on tumblr so i hope i do this a bit justice, this fandom is lacking sm on the women department in general, but god, there are no fics on here. so here i am, spoiling myself a bit with my own fantasy! also this was supposed to be more porn than plot tbh but i needed a good intro... so do with that what you will.

also happy KINKTOBER, even though i won't be participating i cant wait to read all these smutty things after watching too many horror movies.

summary: marlene invites you, her girlfriend, on her stream for the first time and her fans couldn't be more fond over misty marls' sweet girl

warning: sex (duh) oral (i guess fem receiving doesn't work in this context) visual pornography.

pairing: camgirl!marlene mckinnon x fem!reader

word count: 2412

you see her walk towards the camera tripod snapping the camera into the cage and attaching it. She checks the screen to make sure both of your body's are in perfect view and the light is correct, smiling in satisfaction when everything works out.

you lean back on your hands, rolling your shoulders back and taking a deep breath. The nerves are getting worse with the minute and you can't seem to snuff them out. you hope marlene doesn't notice your hesitance because you know she'd call this stream off immediately if she knew you were even slightly tense about this situation. and it's not that you don't want to do this with her, it's just, this is all new to you, and it's making you nervous. you've been planning this for weeks, and have been excited for weeks. The thought of it alone made butterflies go around in your belly.

Marlene turns on the camera and walks back over to you, settling next to you. She grabs her laptop and makes sure the camera is connected to the bluetooth. going to the streaming platform and clicking on the live+ button, checking the camera one last time, turning towards you to make sure you're alright to start. but when she turns, instead of meeting your excited eyes, she is met with hesitance. she frowns and turns her full body towards you, grabbing your hands and rubbing her thumb over your knuckles.

"talk to me, what's going through your head?" she asks and you shrug. you feel embarrassed to tell her what you're thinking. you look up to meet her eyes and squeeze her hand affectionately.

" ’ave got some nerves, good nerves I think." you give her a small smile as to reassure her she casts another glance over your face to make sure you're not lying just to please her, but finds no tell-tale sign of a lie. she leans over and kisses your lips.

"so, am I good to start?" you nod and she gets up from her spot and turns on the stream, looking at the screen and seeing both of your body's on the big screen and the flashing red light in the corner. you slowly start to see her subscribers flood in and the comments all talking about how excited they are about the new stream.

Marlene turns back to you and shoots you a wink before sliding behind you and maneuvering your body to face the camera. she puts her hands on your waist and slowly massages the skin there, her lips on your neck, kissing and softly nipping at your skin. you roll your shoulders back and lean into her. there's a soft ping from the laptop and you see the first tip come in, you smile softly, it calms your nerves slightly.

her hands make their way downwards towards the hem of your shirt and slowly lift up the hem and tug it off of you. revealing the lacy bra that barely covers anything. She places her hands on your shoulders, kneading out the little knots and glides them over your clavicle bones and hooks her fingers underneath your bra strap, trying to make all her actions seem as sensual as possible to her viewers.

And it's working, her comments flood with people leaving messages about how sweet you look, and how much they wish they could be Marlene right now. it gives you a certain confidence boost. you lean back into marlene, and she lets out a soft giggle. you know she does this mostly for show, but it's working for you as well.

She lets go of your bra strap and reaches between you two to get to the clasp on your back, unhooking it and brushing the straps off of your shoulders, revealing your breasts to the camera. The cold breeze makes your nipples harden.

she shuffles around and moves in front of you, sitting up on her knees. she leans over and kisses you, at first it was very soft and sweet. open mouth kisses with little pecks in between when you both need to get some air. but it turns more heated once she puts her hands on your boobs and starts kneading them between her hands, your nipples catching between her fingers where she occasionally pinches them.

you let out a breathy moan, which she swallows with her own mouth. licking your lips and sliding her tongue between. your kiss turns filthy very fast, all tongue and spit, teeth clashing and it's slightly uncomfortable but you imagine it'll put on one hell of a show.

her lips make their way downwards, resuming her past administrations by nipping at your jaw and downwards, leaving behind tiny little marks, which the camera just barely picks up. you lean your head back and let out little sighs.

she pushes your shoulders, your back hitting the mattress and her lips re-attach themselves to your skin, this time on your breasts. sucking tiny bruises on them and sucking softly on your left nipple. her teeth scrape slightly before she bites on them, making you hiss out in pain. she soothes it quickly by licking your sore nipple. she makes her way over to your right breast giving it the same treatment, leaving you breathless.

her hands find the button on your trousers and make quick work of unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down. she reaches for the hem and you lips your hips so she can take them and your panties off in one move. she kisses the marks left by your trousers on your legs as she makes her way back up your body again. leaving a little trail of kisses up your inner thigh and bites into your skin, right where your thigh meets your mound.

blowing cold air right above where you want her the most. you lean up and rest on your elbows, looking down at what marlene is doing. she meets your gaze and you flush slightly. you look over at the laptop and see a couple thousand tips already in the inbox.

"That's all for you, baby. they're excited to see you." Marlene says. you humn and bring your hand to her head, letting yourself fall back on to her mattress, threading your fingers through her hair and giving a soft push to get her to where you need her. she huffs, acting as if she's annoyed by the gesture, but you can see the smirk adorning her face.

she licks a stripe from your hole up to your clit where she licks around it, teasing you until she wraps her lips around the bud and sucks on it. you let out a gasp followed by a low moan. her thumbs spread your lips apart. revealing more of you to her. she moves her face to the side, leaning it against your inner thigh, her tongue circling your hole. The camera can now see everything, your glistening cunt, her lips and chin wet with your slick and the way your stomach goes up and down in fast movements.

marlene's tongue pushes into you and and you keen, your hips rut up and your hand pushes her head even further. your other hand glides up your stomach and makes a line from your belly button to the valley between your breasts. you palm your boob in your hand and give a slight pinch to your nipple, heightening the feeling in your stomach.

Marlene is good at giving head. she prides herself on it, she uses it as a form of foreplay, just to tease before actually doing what she wants. but right now, she intends to make you cum, a lot. so her right hand collects your slick on her fingers and she pushes her ring finger into you, her tongue going back to torture your clit. she quickly adds another, when she notices your breaths getting heavier and moans becoming more sporadic. she pumps her fingers in and out of you and curls them in just the right way, making you arch your back and retreat your hand from her head.

you grab onto the bed sheets next you, knowing it won't be long until your impending orgasm hits you. she sucks, and licks and nips on your clit. her face fully covered in you. The sounds coming from her mouth are downright filthy. and the continued pumping of her fingers in and out of your hole doesn't make it any less dirty.

and when she curls her finger just right and sucks hard on your clit, you're a goner. your orgasm comes in hard and your mouth falls open with a silent moan. your legs start shaking and your hips buck into marlene's face who is letting you ride out your orgasm.

she comes back up and leans over you. she kisses you and your hands pull on the hem of her shirt and marlene gets up in a sitting position beckoning you to do the same. you lean on your knees, following her movements and putting your hands to good use by hooking your arms around her waist and pulling down the zipper at the back of her skirt. Marlene pulls off her own shirt and unhooks her bra, throwing both of them somewhere on the floor next to the bed. 

she grabs your face in her hands and starts kissing you again. from this side the camera can pick up on everything that is happening where it faces both of your almost naked bodies. you quickly push her skirt  and panties down and she tries her best to get them off without falling. when she sits back down with her legs spread wide open you assume she wants you to go down on her. but instead she makes a come hither motion with her finger and you lean over where she whispers in your ear. 

you nod your head and bite your lip, lean back in the same way as her. legs slightly bent and spread wide. she shuffles closer and watches the screen to make sure you’re both in perfect view of what’s about to happen. her legs intertwined with yours, her left leg pushes underneath your right one, her other leg hooks over your left leg.she moves towards you and shifts her hips, both of your cunts barely touch each other and it sends a shock up your spine when it rubs touches your clit. 

she lowers both of your legs that are in front of the camera making sure that the camera records your bare pussy’s. she makes an experimental grind against you, and you let out a small gasp. she shifts her hips just slightly, making sure your clit’s are rubbing together. hitting the right angle she starts out slowly. grinding on you slowly getting a feel for it and building up your pleasure. She knows you stay sensitive after an orgasm for a while, and normally she wouldn’t mind making your legs shake from oversensitivity, but this is the first time on camera for you and she doesn’t want to make it too overwhelming. 

 she throws her head back for show and leans back on her hands, making it easier for her to grind upon you. she speeds up and starts chasing after her own orgasm. but the angle isn’t right, it’s too slippery and you have barely any control. you can both feel it and marlene’s eyes move up your body and lock them in with yours. She moves her legs slightly, but to no avail. it makes no difference on the way it feels. you can barely reach the point of having an orgasm, and that’s with the sensitivity that you still have from your first, you can’t imagine how unsatisfying it must feel for her. 

the initial pleasure you got from this position has worn itself out. your hands push themselves upwards and and move forward the little amount you still can and sit up straighter making you practically ride her pussy. she lets out a loud gasp, surprised by your actions and leans back onto her elbows unabashedly checking you out. you graze your hand up her leg and grab onto her waist, giving you more hold to move faster and more deliberate. marlene reaches one of her hands, practicing a balancing act on her other elbow. her fingers put your hair behind your shoulder, getting it out of your face and you roll your head backwards. 

you speed up your hips, getting closer to your orgasm. “Get it baby, get what you need.” she lets out a soft laugh at seeing you get so desperate. her eyes wander to the laptop perched next to the bed, checking if the camera is still picking up the right angles and people are still putting in tips, and good lord… you make her so proud. It's been flooded with excited comments from viewers and the tips are going crazy. 

“Are you close too? marls… wanna cum with you.” your whine and your hands slips from her waist and to the bed next to her, your other hand mimicking. you lean over her and start kissing her. you can feel her nod her head and push your hair out of your face again letting everyone see your faces connecting. The kiss is more panting and moaning into each other's mouths, but it doesn’t matter to the both of you. it’s getting you closer and just being near her is enough for you. marlene starts letting out heavier moans, disconnecting from your lips and leans her forehead against yours. 

she shuts her eyes and releases a few heavy breaths before letting her head drop back and let out a silent scream, her orgasm hitting with force. You ride her until she’s too sensitive and slowly move off of her, accidentally bumping her clit and she shakes slightly, letting out a giggle. you’re both huffing and puffing from exhaustion. 

"You didn’t cum?” marlene says, pout on her face, but you shake your head. exhausted with a pleased look on your face. “It's alright, I would've continued if I needed to.” you wink at her and she leans over and kisses you softly, small laughs coming from you both. She bites her lip and looks over at the camera. she crawls over to turn it off and you throw in a little smile before the stream shuts off.

[wastelandmoony]

Déjà Vécu: Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: Operation Gingersnap

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ only!, angst, anxiety/overwhelming feelings, language, mentions of death and self harm, mentions of abuse.

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September 1st, 1972

James’ words stuck with her for the rest of the summer, along with the constant thoughts about Sirius’ wellbeing. She hadn’t spoken to her friends since the week at Potter Manor, and she hadn’t heard from Remus or Sirius since prior to that. 

When she careened through the platform entrance, she boarded the train straight away, finding an empty compartment almost immediately. James and Peter would arrive soon, always on time thanks to Mrs. Potter, but she didn’t have the mindset to see Sirius or Remus’ families right now. Sure enough, not a few short moments after she settled in to the compartment, James and Peter came barreling in, all laughs and smiles. The jovial intrusion was welcomed, even lightening her anxious mood a little bit. As they waited for their other two friends, James struck up a serious conversation about quidditch, trying to convince her to just consider trying out for chaser this year. 

“—James, I like quidditch, truly I do, but I need to focus on my schoolwork. I can’t imagine adding practice and games into my schedule. Besides, I like flying for fun—“

“—quidditch is fun!” James whined.

She glared at him, “—Until you get your skull smashed in by a bludger.”

James opened his mouth to retort, but was interrupted by the compartment door. 

Sirius and Remus stood in the doorway, both looking worse for wear. Her eyes trailed to James, whose smile only faltered slightly upon laying eyes on his best friend. The one thing she truly admired about James Potter was his ever present ability to adapt. No matter the situation, he would buck up and be the rock they needed, never letting anyone see him sweat. She knew he cared deeply, maybe too much about the people he loved, but at the end of the day she couldn’t find fault in that.

Sirius slumped next to his best friend, dropping his bag to the floor as Remus took the empty seat across from her. His presence made her feel nervous, like there were a tiny swarm of bees in her stomach; the sweet boy who made her feel safe and at home, was now a source of anxiety and worry. He looked at her sheepishly, nudging her foot with his. Meeting his eyes, she took in the soft purple under his lashes, wondering how much he had actually slept after the moon a week ago. 

“Hey…” he said, giving a sideways smile.

“…hey,” she caved, returning the gesture immediately. It wasn’t the right time, but she needed to have an honest discussion with Remus about his lack of communication. 

A young boy with shiny black hair passed the compartment, causing Sirius to jump up and lean out of the doorway.

“Reg!” He called, the younger boy she now recognized from over the summer turned back and lingered outside of the doorway.

“Wanna sit with us? There’s plenty of room—“ Sirius started.

“—I’m to sit with Cissy,” his brother said, grey eyes scanning the rest of them with the same scrutinizing gaze he gave her back in Diagon Alley, “Have fun with your…friends.” The last word came out with a hint of venom, the younger Black spinning on his heel to disappear towards the front of the train. 

Sirius turned to sit back down, face downcast. 

“Was that…your brother?” She asked cautiously.

He nodded, running a hand through his long hair, “Yeah, that’s Regulus. The ‘new heir’ as my uncle likes to put it.”

She looked at him curiously, his eyes flickering to hers for a moment before giving a grim smirk, “My family isn’t thrilled with my sorting, or my ‘associations’ according to my mother. Says I’m putting a stain on the Black Family name.”

She scoffed, “That’s ridic—“

“It’s fine. They’ve got Reggie, he’ll continue on the Black Family legacy of being sorted into Slytherin, and I can just live my life without their constant pressure,” he declared with finality. She saw right through his facade, and she’s pretty sure James did too due to the fleeting glance he shot from across the compartment. The rest of them not willing to push the topic any further, not on their first day back together at least. 

———

They changed into their robes as the train closed in on Hogsmeade Station. Sirius, being the best at Transfiguration, changed her robes scarlet so she could sneak over to the Gryffindor table for the feast. Being second years, she was no longer forced to be subjected to the fear-inducing boat ride over the Black Lake, instead they piled into a carriage that seemed to be enchanted to pull itself. The sight of the Great Hall brought tears to her eyes, she could’ve kissed each floating candle if given the chance. 

The five of them sat down at the Gryffindor table, and she kept her head down as their prefect Frank walked by. To her left, another second year lion sat down and immediately noticed the intruder. 

“Aren’t you a Hufflepuff?” 

Her eyes shot to the voice, met with the narrow gaze of a pretty blonde girl with shoulder length hair that was effortlessly messy in the best way. She looked like one of the girls she would always see hanging out at the local record store, oozing confidence and a hint of aggression. 

“Please…don’t tell—“ she whispered, eyes pleading with the girl beside her.

Sirius had caught on to the exchange from across the table, leaning over to whisper-scream at the fellow Gryffindor, “Oi! McKinnon, don’t say a bloody word!”

The blonde girl gave him a glare, “I’m not a narc, Black. I’m just curious as to why she’s here—“ 

She changed her focus away from Sirius, “—I’m Marlene. Sorry you got messed up with this lot, they’re honestly insufferable most of the time.” 

She couldn’t help but laugh, immediately warming to the girl. 

James called from next to Sirius, “McKinnon! Ready for try-outs?”

Marlene sat up straighter, putting on a serious face as the two of them began to talk quidditch and she completely checked out. 

As the sorting ceremony began, she watched as Sirius became more fidgety. He couldn’t sit still, something that Remus seemed to notice as well, reaching over to remove the fork he was tapping incessantly against the table. Regulus was one of the first to be sorted, unsurprisingly being placed in Slytherin. If she hadn’t been watching Sirius’ face the entire time, she would never have noticed how it fell slightly as the decision rang through the hall. Regulus hopped off the stool, joining his new house and his older cousin at their table, never looking over at his older brother.

  Sirius was quiet throughout the rest of the feast, only perking up the moment James whispered something about “commencing Operation Gingersnap”. She didn’t ask, she’d probably end up finding out soon enough anyway. As the houses were dismissed, Sirius quickly changed her robes back to their usual yellow and black. 

“I’ll tell you the password tomorrow morning, promise,” Remus whispered as he hugged her goodbye, the rest of them following suit in various versions of salutation. She lingered in the embrace that Sirius gave her, and he made no effort to untangle, scratching her shoulder blade with one of his fingers absentmindedly. Though she knew he’d never admit it, Sirius needed support and kindness, something she was more than willing to give.

Her dorm was a welcome sight, though she would admittedly still rather be with her friends. She unpacked her trunk while the other second year girls filtered in, greeting her in earnest and asking about everyone’s summer. Though she wasn’t very close with these girls, it felt good to be home.

——— 

Second Year was starting off strong, and she was quickly getting back into the swing of things. Most evenings were spent in the library with Remus researching for various essays, or with Peter who had begged her (literally on his knees outside of Charms) to tutor him. Apparently Mrs. Pettigrew was not thrilled by his marks from First Year. James, and in turn Sirius, had become hyper-focused on making the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, waking up at dawn to run drills on the pitch together. Even though she was annoyed they didn’t seem to be paying much attention to their schoolwork, she was relieved that both boys seemed to have shelved their pranks for the time being. That was until Sirius cornered her in the Transfiguration courtyard in late September.

“Hello my little bee,” he grinned as he plopped down underneath the tree where she was reading.

“What do you want…” she knew that grin—it was the one he used when he wanted something, usually something risky. 

Sirius feigned offense, “How low you must think of me! I just wanted to spend time with my favorite Hufflepuff.”

She rolled her eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence, Sirius Black.”

His mischievous grin vanished, “Fine. I need your help—“

“With…?”

“A prank,” he said cautiously, already anticipating the answer.

“Absolutely not,” she snapped, eyes going back to her book.

“Oh come on, please! We really need your help, and Lupin said you knew how to sneak into the kitchens—“

“Remus is involved in this?” Somehow she found that very hard to believe. 

Sirius nodded, “Yep, he’s honestly kind of an evil genius—it’s a little frightening,” there was a tone of admiration in his voice.

She shook her head in disbelief, “I’ll think about it—“

Sirius pumped his fist victoriously, only to be shot with a vicious glare.

“—that isn’t a yes. I said I’ll consider it, and if, and only if I agree, you’ll owe me big time.”

He grabbed her face, eyes full of eager determination, “I promise Yellowjacket, if you help us, I’ll give you whatever you want, just name it.”

“Good to know,” she stared into his blue eyes, voice calm and steady as Sirius let go and rose to his feet. He smirked before sweeping off through the courtyard.

———

She didn’t consider Sirius’ proposition. In fact, she had completely forgotten about it, until Potions the following morning. They were assigned to brew a simple Doxycide potion, which was easy enough. It should have been a breeze, had she not been paired with Mulciber. The boy was insufferably thick, and she would have been completely fine with just doing the brunt of the work herself, yet he insisted on mucking up every ingredient he got his grimy hands on. Just as she was adding the chopped dragon liver, Mulciber dumped an entire handful of hemlock essence into the cauldron, causing the liquid to thicken immensely and turn a sickly greenish-brown color.

“You absolute idiot! It only calls for a dash!” She snapped, the tension of holding her tongue for the duration of class finally breaking. 

“Who are you calling an idiot, you snotty little mudblood!” He sneered, eyes narrowing in disgust.

Her breath caught in her throat. The word itself didn’t bother her, but ever since the summer when James had explained the news about you-know-who, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of the insult even more. 

She didn’t respond to Mulciber, and when Professor Slughorn came around to check the final result, she kept her mouth shut as to why theirs was defunct. The failing mark didn’t matter anymore, she just needed to get out of the dungeons. 

Taking the stone steps two at a time, she ran to the Great Hall where the boys were waiting for dinner. The four of them were laughing about something when she stalked up, slamming her potions book onto the table in anger. They all froze.

“I’m in,” she looked directly at Sirius, the anger in her eyes answered by the spark of mischief in his. 

His concerned gaze turned into a smile, “Brilliant.”

———

The one favor she asked, was that no one inform her of the details of the prank. That way, if caught, she wouldn’t have to lie to a teacher. “Operation Gingersnap” as they were calling it, required James and Sirius to sneak into the kitchens under the disguise of the invisibility cloak. She met them outside of the Hufflepuff Common Room entrance after curfew, leading them down to the kitchens. The portrait of fruit threw the two boys for a loop as she walked up, tickled the lone green pear in the bowl, and stood back beside them. The two looked at her like she was insane, only to quickly realize the frame was swinging open. 

“Thank you again, we owe you,” Sirius whispered, James grinning broadly beside him. 

“Good luck with…whatever you’re doing,” she said quietly, watching as they threw the cloak over, vanishing before her eyes

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll see tomorrow morning!” She heard the disembodied voice of James giggle. The portrait closed, and she took that as her cue to head back to her dorm, silently hoping she didn’t just sentence them all to a future detention.

———

The next morning, her stomach was in knots. Remus had tea already poured by the time she sat down at the table, taking a calming sip as he watched her worried expression begin to fade.

“Rough night?” He chuckled.

“How do you not feel like this all the time? Knowing what they’re doing?” She exhaled. 

Remus shrugged, “It’s just a bit of fun, besides, most of the time it’s my ideas they’re executing.” 

She stared at him in shock, eliciting another cheeky shrug from him. 

Soon enough, the other three joined them, smiling brightly as they sat down. 

“Ready for the show, lads?” Sirius rubbed his hands together in anticipation, glancing over as more and more Slytherins were taking seats at their respective table. She didn’t want to look. What if they got caught? Would she be expelled? Oh god, would they take away her wand?

She resigned to just keeping her head down and eating breakfast, or at least attempting to. She didn’t have much of an appetite at the present moment. The hall began to grow louder, the sounds of students chatting and eating grating on her nerves. 

Finally, James nudged Sirius, who promptly dropped his piece of toast mid-bite.

“It’s happening—“ he gasped.

Behind her, she could hear the tone change; people were beginning to mutter about something, creating an electric buzz in the air followed by a flurry of giggles. She turned around to see the hair color of Slytherin after Slytherin turn into a bright shade of orange. Mulciber, now sporting a garish shade of ginger locks, stood up aggressively to try and see who the culprit was. On his left, Severus’ head sunk lower, his normally black hair now a copper curtain across his face.

She turned back to the boys, mouth agape.

James was practically beaming, while she had never seen Sirius smile so big. 

“How did you do it?” She gasped.

“You said you didn’t want to know!” Sirius grinned back, eyes never straying from the ever growing clan of orange and green. 

“You’re right, I don’t—“ she laughed, turning towards Remus, “—but I do want to know how you came up with the idea.”

He shrugged, trying to stifle the smile playing on his lips, “I ran into Severus picking on a little ginger first year a few weeks ago, thought we could even the playing field a bit.”

All of the anxiety she had felt simply melted away as she watched Mulciber’s face grow beet red, clashing horribly with his new hair, the echo of ‘mudblood’ bouncing around her brain. He deserved this. So did Severus. If she was being honest, the majority of Slytherins were guilty of harassment most of the time, and the realization finally hit her that she didn’t feel an ounce of remorse. 

She looked at her four friends, a devious smirk lifting across her face, “So…when’s the next one?”

[mvnvgedmischief]

evergreen

tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lesbian Marlene McKinnon, Butch Marlene McKinnon, femme dorcas meadowes, Butch/Femme, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Alternate Universe - no Wizarding War, No War AU, Period-Typical Homophobia, 1980s, Original Character(s), Minor Original Character(s), mechanic marlene mckinnon, Healer Dorcas Meadowes, marlene has a lesbian posse that she hangs out with, one of whom took her in when she ran away dorcas and friends have all felt pretty abandoned by her, there is indeed some gay s*x

summary: Marlene Mckinnon used to be one of the most promising witches at Hogwarts. she used to have friends, she used to have dreams, she used to have a lot of things, but none of those things were authentic. Running away seemed like the only option, so that was what she did. She built a life in muggle London, with friends who cared about her, a job that fulfilled her, and found herself. She found a way to express herself, and her butchness, without fear of whispers and hexes, and without fear of her friends finding out. Now, seven years later, everything has changed. But her world was about to shift once more, when she found a familiar, beautiful, stranger out one night with her friends.

words: 16,411 chapters: 4/16

this is a butch/femme fic predominantly from marlene’s perspective! this is a no war au, in which marlene has become a muggle mechanic. she has a muggle friend group, and has integrated herself into muggle life, after running away seven years ago in the midst of her final year at hogwarts. dorcas is a healer at st mungo’s, living a life without her best friend for seven years. how will things change when marlene’s past confronts her, and the two lives collide?

read it on ao3 here!

On her way home, Marlene felt like she was floating. She had no idea how she had ended up here, but she was so excited to be in this position, rekindling any kind of relationship with Dorcas. The only thing she didn’t know was how to actually navigate it. This was where she tended to defer to Mac. She didn’t always know how to deal with people who weren’t her inner circle. This confusion felt like a more pleasant version of what she had gone through with Shelby three years earlier. Shelby was definitely not on her shortlist of people to discuss this with, for fear of having to face one too many of her previous shortfalls. 

Shelby.  Shelby was once in the same position Dorcas found herself in the other night, a beautiful stranger who caught Marlne’s eye. She was a baby then, not knowing all of the subtleties of how a femme courts a butch, and vice versa. But then again, ten months into dating, Shelby found out she didn’t know them either, because she realized that her presentation was fitting her like a dress that was too tight. Marlene loved butches, but not the way Shelby did.  Shelby was Marlene’s first experience with someone who was butch for butch in her personal life. She had seen it in the Gateway, she knew that was a predilection some lesbians had, but she had never met anyone who felt that way. But as Shelby changed the way she walked through the world, their relationship evolved from partners to best friends. Shelby became Marlene’s first baby butch, they spent nights sharing the secrets of their respective objects of affection. Mac taught Marlene how to be butch, but in many ways, Shelby taught Marlene how to love a femme. Right now, she was thankful for the training. 

I missed you. The words rang in Marlene’s ears her entire way home. Sure, she could have apperated home. But the walk in the fresh air would do her well. Plus, if she was honest, she wanted to walk by the river, to just think. It was hard for her to figure out how to make this work if it even could. Reintegrating Dorcas into her life was going to be difficult if it was even something she wanted. It felt unfair to her, the way her heart skipped a beat in her chest when she thought about the way Cas twirled her hair around her fingers or the way the sun caught her eyes. She remembered the way it felt to fall deeply into those deep brown eyes, to focus on the little glints of gold that were the purest form of magic. How would she be able to handle this, to explain the way that Cas pulled her in like a gravitational force? Mac would want to know everything. How would she explain? She was lucky for the way no one asked questions. But Cas was an unknown. There was no story that Marlene could come up with that explained how they knew each other and didn’t expose her.

She arrived at her home, seeing yet another letter from Dorcas, and an owl sitting on her window sill. God, Dorcas was going to need to get a landline if they were going to keep talking. Either that or Dorcas would need to start begging James and Sirius for their two-way mirrors so she could talk to this bloke she fancied. She wondered if Dorcas would do either of those things or find her way of communicating with a bit less intensity than by owl. 

When will I see you again? I really would love to see you. 

♡ Dorcas 

Marlene smiled softly as she read over the letter, grabbing a pen to scrawl out a reply. Her chicken scratch handwriting hadn’t changed much since they last saw each other, and she hoped that it would bring Dorcas the same level of nostalgic joy as the woman’s bubble letters brought Marlene. 

Cas, 

I’d love to take you on a proper muggle date. I could do tomorrow night? I have work but after? 

 ♡ Mckinnon

Marlene lit a few scented candles in her home and put on No Need to Argue. Perhaps Marlene’s love of the Cranberries was influenced by her memories of dancing with Dorcas and a bottle of fire whiskey in her youth, listening to whatever music the Gryffindor boys brought back to the dorm. She remembered the way that Sirius and Lily would make fun of her for bringing the enemy into their quarters. Dorcas was so carefree in those days, and Marlene had always been so jealous. She wished she felt like she fit in the way that Dorcas always had. Now she knew that Dorcas must have felt out of place, at least sometimes, but that envy of her youth had burned for a long time. 

Even now, she felt some of it. Cas had found a way to hide in plain sight. Marlene could never achieve that. Not when it came with so many compromises she had no way of achieving. Skirts were just one part of the pathetic equation. Worse still were the lies, which stacked up around her like bills and broken hearts. She didn’t know how to keep up with lying about everything. Perhaps that was the biggest reason she ran. It was one thing to pretend she had a crush on a bloke. It was completely another to hold back from Cas, and even more heart-wrenching was pretending that her skin didn’t crawl with her uniform, or her reflection didn’t look like someone she recognized. She had the opportunity to look in the Mirror of Erised once in her days at Hogwarts, but she couldn’t, because she already knew what she would see. She would see herself, in men’s dress robes, with a cropped haircut and a lust for life. That would have been all the more heartbreaking.

The owl returned from its trip to wizarding London shortly, as Marlene made herself dinner. She wanted so badly for this to be a normal situation, where she could call Dorcas on her landline, instead of doing something as asinine as sending letters back and forth across the city. She knew that there was a time she would’ve held on to all of these letters, exemplified by a small, unassuming pewter box in her closet full of letters that were sent to her repeatedly in her time integrating herself into muggle London. She wondered how Dorcas had even gotten those letters to her; they didn’t come by owl, so she wasn’t sure how they arrived. Maybe someday she’d ask about the letters she re-read over and over, never responding to Dorcas’s desperate pleas to find her. 

Marls, 

What’s a proper muggle date even entail? We could just do a night out at the Green Dragon! I’m sure everyone would be excited to see you, plus we always talked about going out there. 

I really think you should consider seeing everyone. We can pretend that you know whatever bloke they think i’m trying to see. No one’s gonna ask you anything. 

Dorcas 

Marlene needed to shower off the day. She was tired of feeling the discomfort of the grime of central London, and the grime of her shop. She knew she should have showered before she went to the Leaky Cauldron if she didn’t want to feel this way, but she also didn’t want to keep Dorcas waiting. So instead, she had rushed out to meet Dorcas, with grease trapped under her fingernails and a less than stellar outfit of a jumper and trousers. Washing the day off of her was exactly what she needed. What she hadn’t needed, or at least hadn’t expected, was to hear the loud CRACK of apparition into her living room. She wasn’t sure who it could be, but she had never wished that her wand was in her hand more than now. Her heart dropped. Had someone seen her today? Had someone followed her home? She couldn’t help the way she nervously clutched her towel, and slowly opened the door. 

“Marlene?” 

Dorcas’s voice rang through Marlene’s one-bedroom flat, and Marlene felt herself relax just slightly. “Cas,” She called out from the bathroom, before opening the door. There, in the center of her living room, was Dorcas. She watched the look of confusion evolve into a look of embarrassment. “Shit, Marls I–“ 

“You can’t just apparate into my flat, Cas.” 

“I didn’t mean to interrupt, I just–“ 

“I’m gonna run and get changed first, Cas.” Marlene grins wryly, “Unless you want to come.” She chuckled, correctly anticipating the other woman wouldn’t follow. She pulled out her usual uniform of boxers, men’s denim, too tight jogbra, and a white t-shirt. Marlene had a strong handle on the way she wanted to look. She tried desperately to flatten her chest if only to maintain some level of safety. She wore men’s denim, that sat low on her hips, held up by a brown leather belt, with a cuff at the ankles. Walking through the world, in this gray area between masculine and feminine felt right. It felt safe.  She shook out her hair like a dog, before making her way back to the living room. It appeared that Cas’s embarrassment still had yet to subside. 

“I didn’t mean to show up while you were in the shower,” Cas offers, bright brown eyes crinkling at the corners in a combination of humor and embarrassment. 

“I know Cas,” She chuckles, “You would’ve mentioned that in one of the owls if you had meant to join me in the shower.” 

“I just wanted to know what you meant in your letter.” She explained, taking a look around the room, “ This is your flat?” 

“Yeah, Cas. This is where I live. You got a problem?” 

“No it’s just –“ Marlene watched as whatever Dorcas had wanted to say died in her throat. It was interesting, that there was a time when Marlene knew exactly what Dorcas was going to say before she said it. However, that time had long since passed. She had no idea what Dorcas was thinking right now, she only wondered how she was going to navigate this conversation without embarrassing herself any further than she already had. 

“It looks like your dorm,” Cas explained, taking a step closer to the other woman. “It looks like you. There are things here that I don’t understand or recognize, but it looks like you.” 

“Don’t tell me you’ve been imagining what my flat looks like for the last seven years!” Marlene interjected, trying to make light of the situation. She was just so uncomfortable with everything. Namely, she was uncomfortable with how desperately she wanted to take a step forward and close the distance between them. She felt uncomfortable with how exposed she felt, and she felt exposed because she didn’t know if Dorcas wanted the same things she did. 

Cas, on the other hand, was feeling just as desperate. She desperately wished she could push Marlene down on the couch, climb into her lap, and crush their lips together in a passionate kiss. It didn’t entirely matter what she wanted. Courting a butch was a delicate dance, and she had to make sure she hit all of the steps. Or else, this delicate dynamic could fall apart. Cas was new to conducting herself through these dances. She knew how to court a butch for a night, but she didn’t know how to handle anything deeper than a few sexual encounters. It wasn’t like the wizarding world was crawling with butches, and it wasn’t like Cas could open up to muggles for anything emotional. For once, she was talking to someone she feasibly could have a future with. The fact that the butch in question was her Marlene, was icing on the cake. 

“Maybe,” Dorcas responded, sly smile crossing her face, “Or maybe I’ve just been imagining for the last few days, wondering when I’d end up in your bed.” 

Oh. That was bold. Marlene was caught off guard by the boldness, but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy it. She liked that Dorcas wanted to be bold, she wanted Marlene to know she was wanted. It was a feeling Marlene was not used to. She was used to being the pursuer, and the subtlety and coyness of a femme being pursued She enjoyed that Cas didn’t want to just be pursued, she wanted to drive Marlene wild. 

Cas took a step towards Marlene, bridging the gap between them just a bit more. “There are lots of things that I think about you, Marls.” Marlene followed in suit, taking a step closer to the other woman. She could cut the tension between them with a knife if she wanted, a deep desire tying them together. She leaned down, connecting their lips hungrily. The kiss was desperate and dirty and pure and loving all at once, and Marlene couldn’t put her finger on why Cas drove her so crazy. But she felt as though Cas was feeling just as desperate about her feelings. 

“You should tell me about those things, sometime,” Marlene responded, pulling away from Cas with a grin.

“Take me out first.” 

“I’m trying, you wanker!” She chuckled, “Can I please take you on a proper muggle date?” 

“What does that mean?” Cas responded, her eyes bright with her curiosity. 

“Let me take you to dinner, I’ll shine up properly, and we can go to the gateway afterward.” 

“Sure,” Cas responded, a bright smile crossing her face, “But only if you let me take you out for a proper date in Diagon Alley.” 

“Cas,” Marlene sighed, “I don’t want to see everyone. I’m not ready.” 

“But–“ 

“Cas.” She cut her off with a shake of her head, “I get it. But maybe we could go on a few dates before you try to reintroduce me to the fold.” 

“ Whatever,” Cas sighed, “but you better get dressed if you want to leave the house at all.” 

Marlene couldn’t lie, the electricity crackling between them made it all the more difficult to want to leave. But especially given that Cassie was trying to bring her back into the fold, Marlene was nervous. Her skin felt like it was on fire, but she needed to cool down. She needed it desperately, if she was honest because she didn’t want to freak out. 

“What do you mean whatever?” She responded, knowing it was a bad idea. Should she be taking a step closer, when all she had was a towel wrapped around her? No, probably not. Should she be starting a fight? Definitely not. 

“I mean it’s fucking moronic that you won’t just come out and see everyone,” Cas responded, looping an arm around Marlene’s neck. “And I mean it shouldn’t be so hot that you’re so stubborn.” 

The blonde leaned down placing a fierce kiss on Cas’s lips. It was unfair for her to be so angry and so in her element. This was a dance she knew. Maybe it was because she always liked them feisty and angry. She remembered the last femme she got into like this. All gnashing teeth and crackling fire underneath her skin. Her calloused fingers brushed under Cassie’s chin, pulling her even deeper to the kiss. 

Marlene pulled away just as soon as Cassie seemed distracted, “Drop it, Cas.” Then she was pressing kisses just so along her neck. Theoretically, this would work. She couldn’t guarantee it or anything, but she wasn’t exactly new to this rodeo. Before (or after, really, who was to say) there was Cas, and there was Trish. Trish was the last femme that Marlene had cruised in Gateway. 

For a short eight and a half weeks, they argued, fucked, argued again, fucked again, and did the run around several times over. She and Trish didn’t like each other, for some bullshit reason. If Marlene looked at it objectively, it was petty. They argued because she had beaten Trish one too many times at the pool, and Trish had respectively done the same one too many times in darts. Then there was the touchy subject of Lou. Trish and Lou had some kind of past that didn’t end well. Lou, being one of Marlene’s best friends, added fuel to the fire. So they argued, they did one of many dances that butches and femmes do. A reverence and anger at play within their fingertips. That wasn’t personal for Marlene, but this was. She was starting to understand what Trish must have felt like, playing cat and mouse with Marlene. Because here she was, playing it again, but feeling so much more invested in it. 

“No–” A breathless giggle, “But seriously, McKinnon,” Cassie grinned, pulling away from the kisses Marlene was lining down her neck.

“It would be so fun to have everyone together again.” 

T hat hadn’t worked. Gone was Marlene’s desire to pull Cass’s clothes off, painfully slowly just to watch the other woman squirm. Well, maybe not entirely. Instead, it was replaced with a somewhat indignant frustration that ran right through her. Damn how much the butch wanted her, it didn’t change her irritation. 

“Do you want to have this out right now?” Her tone was pointed, but she continued her path from Cass’s collarbone to the hollow space behind her ear. 

“What’s that supposed to—“ A short gasp, “mean?” 

Bingo! If nothing else, she was distracting from the conversation. She felt the gasps from the femme stir something within her core. Fuck, holding back kept getting harder. 

“It means stop riding my dick,” She responded, her tone full of venom. Teeth grazed over the Cas’s earlobe, “unless you want to ride my dick.” 

“Who said I didn’t?” That made the wetness in her boxers just that much harder to ignore. “I just think you’re being a knob about it.” 

Now was Dorcas’s turn to lead in this dance. One hand slipped under the hem of Marlene’s shirt, the other tangling in the short hair at the nape of Marlene’s neck and pulling her into another kiss. Cass’s teeth pulled lightly on her lower lip, which drove Marlene crazy. It made her dizzy, and overwhelmed her. Cassie’s sharp fingernails ran up her torso, practically inviting Marlene to want her more. 

How fragile was this exchange of passion and anger? With a swift shift in perspective, the whole thing would fall apart. Yet here was Cas, stripping her down to basic desire bit by bit, with the slightest move of her hands.

Cas’s fingers dragged back down the expanse of skin beneath her bra hooking onto the waistband of her boxers. Fuck, Marlene wanted her. Her desire fueled her just as much as her aggression, but right now the only thing she could do was think about how much she needed this. Maybe she could blow off some steam and finally relax. 

Her calloused hands slid up Cas’s smooth upper thighs, sliding beneath her tiny pleated skirt. When her fingers met the soft lace at her hip, Marlene suppressed a shudder. She was overcome by how much she wantwantwantwanted this. She needed Cas and needed her now.  

“We’re never going to make it out of here if you don’t stop.” 

“Who said I wanted to, Cassie?” Marlene offered up a wry smile, dragging her fingers painfully slowly down the seam of Cas’s underwear, “what I want is for you to stop talking.” 

Marlene pushed Cas back towards the bedroom, her skin on fire with desire. In an instant, Cas was pushed back on the bed, with Marlene leaning over her. Looking down at the other woman, seeing the expanse of cleavage exposed by the small strap of her tank top sliding off of her shoulder, was enough to drive her crazy. She felt another pang of need in her boxers, desperate to move even closer and to satisfy the hunger within her.  

Seeing Cassie below her was quickly proving to be too enticing, and she was full of desperation. “Fuck,” Marlene mumbled, sliding her hands under the tank top, and across the femme’s smooth skin. “Off,” she groaned, sliding the garment up and over Cassie’s head. She had half a mind to just rip the femme’s clothes of her body, but they’d never make it out if she did that. 

Cas’s perfectly manicured fingernails met the waistband of Marlene's jeans, fumbling with the buttons until she could slide them off. Her bright brown eyes met Marlene’s with wanton need and an ashamed desperation. God, she was so hot with her desperation. In an instant, Marlene was slipping out of them, and reattaching her lips to Cas’s neck. She wanted to hear the breathless, guttural desire the femme had for her. 

“Please,” the femme whimpered, eyes fluttering and lower lip working between her lips. “Tease me,” The statement made her boxers even more sticky with her desire. It was like Cas’s voice was echoing in the throbbing of her clit. 

The blonde straddled her thigh, and flipped her pleated skirt up, out of her way. Beneath it was a sheer, tiny thong, that made Marlene impossibly hornier. She wanted that thong ruined by the end of this, so Cas had no choice but to wear her boxers or nothing at all beneath her tiny skirt. A calloused finger dragged slowly up the soaked fabric, pressure barely there, to tease the other woman. “Fuck,” Marlene mumbled, watching Cas’s back arch with her desperation. 

“What?” The femme responded, her voice tinged with just a bit of shame. It was hot, and Marlene wanted her to know it. 

“You’re so wet for me,” Marlene replied, grinning wolfishly at the femme. She ground her hips down against Cas’s hard thighs and let out a bit of a shudder as if to say nothing to be ashamed of. 

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” Cas mumbled, burying her face in Marlene’s neck and pressing delicate kisses there. Marlene could feel the heat of Cas’s flushed face against her skin, and it made her all the more desperate. 

“Please touch me,” She whispered, hips bucking up into Marlene’s hand unconsciously. It was like the femme had lost control, and was begging for Marlene to do whatever she wanted to her. This was something she could get used to.

Marlene slipped her hands under the soft lace on Cassie’s hips and pulled down, trying to hold back from just ripping the thong off. Long calloused fingers met the wetness between the femme's thighs, and they were matched with their satisfied sighs. 

Cassie had been dreaming about this since she had kissed Marlene in the bar. At the time, she had no idea Marlene was the butch in her dreams, but here, with Marlene playing her like an instrument. She felt overwhelmed by her desire, combined with just how good this felt. Her open-mouthed breaths combined with her eyes rolling back in her head gave away just how badly she needed this release. Her desperation and her desire were on display, and the hunger for Marlene was palpable between them. “Fuck, baby,” She mumbled, “I– it– it feels so good,” she stuttered. 

God, that went straight to her boxers. Her fingers slipped into Cassie effortlessly, her thumb pressed up against her clit. She circled the bud easily, pumping her fingers in and out at a stable rhythm, Her fingers curved just so, to make sure she was pressing up against the spot that made Cassie stutted. She knew she could have pulled out the strap, could’ve strapped up like the champion butch she is, but she didn’t have the time to pull it from her nightstand with Cassie’s desperation. She couldn’t make the femme wait when she was practically drooling with desperation. She picked up her rhythm, feeling Cassie clench around her. How had Cassie been able to even focus and function, when clearly this had been everything that she needed? She was distracted by the swell of the other woman’s chest, her free hand sliding up to knead and pull at the femmes tits.

She could barely focus on anything but her need to satisfy the femme beneath her. Her brain buzzed with each of Cassie’s moans, and she wanted desperately to push Cassie to the finish. She didn’t have to wait long before the femme was moaning and crying out hushed pleas and clenching around her. “Fuck, I’m going to– I need to–” 

“Finish for me,” the butch whispered, her voice husky and full of gravel in Cassie’s ear. The command was enough for Cas, and she was falling apart, pliant and thoughtless under Marlene. Watching her eyes roll back in her head, hearing her need in her moans was enough for the butch, and she was drinking up Cassie’s attention like it was water. 

Cas was thoroughly fucked out, and Marlene could tell. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was moving as though she was submerged in honey. It was an ego boost for Marlene, if she was honest. It was good for her pride to be the sole reason for Cas’s thoroughly satisfied smile. She spent so long just floating through life, falling into bed with the prettiest femme she could find, fixing cars, and pretending she didn’t miss anything she had left behind. She went out for beers with her friends, she worked every day until four, and she toiled on her own fixer-upper bike project. But she didn’t forget about any of it. Cas was proving to be an excellent change of pace.

“Can I–” Cas slurred, looking up at Marlene expectantly. She was trying to ask Marlene if she wanted her to return the favor, to slide her perfectly manicured hands into the butch’s boxers. Unfortunately for Marlene, as horny as she was, she could tell Cassie could barely string together a sentence. On top of that, for as fun as fucking Cas’s brains out had been, she didn’t actually trust Cassie to do the same. She didn’t feel like taking part in such intimacy, when she wasn’t sure that this was actually a sustainable friendship, let alone something more than that. She wasn’t super comfortable being emotionally vulnerable. So instead, she could finish this up under the hot water of her shower when she was alone. 

She pulled herself out of bed, offering a quick, “You want something to drink?”

Cas shook her head, taking a look around the room, “But you need to get an owl or something.” She chuckles, before reaching into her purse. She produced a small mirror from her bag, holding it out to Marlene. “Or you could use this.” 

A small smile crept across her face, grabbing the mirror from Cas’s hands. She let their fingers brush up against each other, feeling the electricity of their connection grow between them. Courting a femme like Dorcas required the subtlety of these kinds of interventions, they built desire and desperation between them. It was a part of the dance that they did with each other.

“Where did you get a two-way mirror?” 

“I picked up a couple on my way home,” Cas smiled, “I figured it’s easier to yell at you face to face.” 

“Do you wanna grab dinner together?” 

“Is this the proper muggle date?” 

“Nah, we can do that tomorrow after work. But I’m figuring that you don’t want to cook and you don’t have a house elf. I’m famished.” 

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Cas smiled, looking over at the other woman. “Although I’m sure I could come up with something for you to eat.” She grinned wryly, her eyes sparkling with playfulness. There was something so endearing and fun between them, and Marlene couldn’t help the way that she enjoyed it. 

Marlene grabbed her usual items, her wallet, her keys, a pack of smokes, and her lighter. She wondered what Dorcas could possibly keep in a purse such as the one she carries with her. She knew that the wiles of femmes came with secrets, and one of those secrets was what was kept in a purse. Maybe someday, if she had a femme on her arm like Dorcas, she would know what was kept in the mysterious bag. 

With a sweet smile, Marlene directed Cas out the door. There wasn’t really anything else to do, but corral her towards Marlene’s favorite curry spot for a takeaway. She was thankful they never asked too many questions, and even more so that she had the brilliant idea of grabbing a takeaway. For as much as her home was a space of isolation, she didn’t want to spend too much time in public without the protection of being in spaces built for them. After all, it wasn't exactly safe to be out on a date when they weren’t careful. Should something happen to them, they couldn’t rely on anyone but themselves to take care of it. Maybe that was why it was so shocking that Marlene didn’t carry her wand anymore. She was just as defenseless as any other muggle. But if she had carried it, used it to protect herself, she opened herself up to questioning by the Wizengamot. They would take one look at her and decide that she, a humble mechanic and a witch by blood, should be thrown in Azkaban for revealing herself. Damn the context, because she was different from them. She didn’t fit in the box, she couldn’t be a part of their restrictive society. That was why she had to run away if she was honest. Because she knew she was never going to fit in. 

She remembered begging to wear pants with her uniform in school. She remembered snagging a pair from Sirius, and the number of detentions she received for it. She remembered the look on Minny’s face as she demanded Marlene’s precious contraband pants, and gave them to Filch for safekeeping, remanding her to a skirt that made her feel vulnerable and disgusting. She remembered being told that her hobbies were not becoming of the lady she was training up to be, that she balked too often at the traditional roles of the witches around her. It was uncomfortable for Marlene. The gender roles baked into the world around her made her feel so claustrophobic. Those same authority figures that had influenced her decision to run had either imparted their beliefs upon the members of the Wizengamot or learned from them, and Marlene wasn’t keen to find out which way that happened. 

“How do you do it?” Cas asked as they walked down the stairs of her walk-up. That threw Marlene off. It felt like a trick question if she was honest. 

“How do I do what? You’re going to have to specify, Cassie.”  Marlene responded, studying the femme’s face for some indication of how she was supposed to answer the question. How was she supposed to know what the right thing to say was? 

“Pretend this is your world. How do you just fit right in here?” Bright eyes sparkled with curiosity. The look on Dorcas’s face was familiar, like all of those nights she spent picking Marlene’s brain back in school. 

“This,” Marlene sighed, opening the door to her building, “is my world. Has been for a long time at this point,” 

Cas shrugged in return, failing to keep the dissatisfaction off of her face. Evidently, Marlene had not answered the question correctly. 

“Maybe when I take you out tomorrow, you’ll see what I mean,” Marlene shrugged. Moto-boot-clad feet carried her down the streets, stride confident. She had done this walk so many times over, it was like she could do it in her sleep. 

It took about an hour for them to get their curry take away, and make their way back to the flat. On the walk back, Dorcas had begged Marlene to just apparate already, and despite her anxiety about it, Marlene had obliged. She was sure Cas just wanted an excuse for Marlene to hold onto her, and who was Marlene to deny her that simple pleasure. However, standing in the living room of her flat, her stomach turning in her body, reminded her of why she had never liked apparitions in the first place. 

“I’m sure you have a million questions.” 

“I do,” 

“Well, we might as well get that shite out of the way so we can have fun on a date.” 

“Picking your brain is my idea of a fun date, McKinnon.” 

“Well it’s not mine, Meadowes, and I’m planning this one.” 

“But it could be a good time!” Cas protested, and Marlene was smiling despite herself. God, why couldn’t she just chill out? Why did it have to feel so intense? 

“Cas, I’d rather not waste my time if you don’t like the answers,” She was being short and she knew it. Maybe this was the way Dorcas stripped her of her machismo, and got in to the soft, gentle butch locked behind her wall of gruffness and intensity. But Marlene didn’t know if she could handle this loss well a second time when writing her notes gave Marlene a moment of imagining that perfect life she had so many times over as a baby butch. She had to let go of the imaginary life with Dorcas in order to move on. She had spent seven years becoming comfortable, becoming herself, and part of that was letting go of what she thought was the impossible. But here was Cassie, in her home, making her reconsider what she thought was the most concrete thing in the world. In reality, this didn’t threaten everything that she had built for herself. She had to keep herself grounded in reality. 

“What makes you think I won’t like the answer?”  Cas looked at her, wide-eyed and concerned. It was like she had never considered that this was a difficult decision. God, why was it so easy for Cas to disarm her?

“Because I was there, Cas.” Marlene shrugged, “Wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.” 

“And you think I won’t want to be around you because of that?” Cas looked a bit wounded, and suddenly it was rushing back to Marlene why this was a bad idea. Because Cas had all of the cards. Cas could expose her for everything. Cas could tell everyone where she was, could give all of the people she used to know license to find her, and what they’d find would be enough to enact violence. Her fears were not all that different from the ones she had about the men she worked with or the people who crossed the street when they saw her coming. 

“Cassie,” Marlene sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She knew that this reunion was going to be difficult, but if she wanted something special with the beautiful woman who caught her eye at the bar, or the girl she grew up in love with, she’d have to figure this out. It was frustrating, sure, but it was doable. 

“How’d you become a mechanic?” Not where Marlene thought this was going but okay.

“Mac found me, and asked if I was good with my hands...” Marlene trailed off with a light shrug. Keep it light, Marlene. Don’t get too deep, because as much as Cassie wanted to pretend, this wasn’t exactly the safe space either of them wanted it to be. One wrong move and Marlene was in hot water all over again. She looked down at the curry in front of her, trying to steel herself against her own fears. This was her house, she didn’t need to do anything she didn’t want to. 

“Had to start paying my share somehow. How was graduation?” 

“I thought I was asking the questions,” Cas laughed, “What do you mean found you? You didn’t apply?” Her bright brown eyes sparkled with her confusion. Fuck, Marlene was so screwed. She remembered why she fell in love with the other woman when they were just kids. 

“On a bench,” Marlene sighed, “Are you sure you want to talk about this?” She cautioned, glancing up from her curry. She should stop just pushing the food around her plate, considering she spent twenty whole dollars on the takeaway, but unfortunately, she was so nervous she couldn’t decide whether or not she could stomach it. Conversations about her getting out made her nauseous. 

“They found you on a bench?”  Cas raised an eyebrow, “I want to know everything that happened.” 

“I was sleeping on a bench in Kensington, and I was trying to convince one of the squats London Feilds to take me in even though I had no documents, no skills, no education, and no money. Not exactly good tea conversation.” 

“Why didn’t you just come back?” 

“I couldn’t come back. I burned every bridge I had in Scotland and in Godrick’s Hollow on the astronomy tower, not to mention everything that happened with Nora Treadwell.”

Nora Treadwell. The name lingered in the air between them. In their time at Hogwarts, no one discussed what happened to Nora Treadwell. The witch was from a strong wizarding family who had cut her hair short, been kicked out by her family, and moved out to Brixton. Nobody knew what happened to Nora Treadwell. What everyone knew, less Marlene, was that Nora cut all of her hair off in the prefect’s bathroom in her final year at Hogwarts, and got into some kind of “physical altercation” with a group of Gryffindors. Marlene remembered the way everyone called her a poof and a queer, who deserved it for being such a queer. 

Marlene could see the way Cas’s face fell like she barely even remembered why Nora Treadwell would be relevant to Marlene. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe all she remembered was Nora getting in a fight and didn’t know what caused all of it in the first place. Marlene; however, could do nothing but look exasperated. She wanted to shout “Don’t you see, they’d do it to me too!” but she couldn’t. The words died in her throat just like her appetite, and she wondered where this conversation could go next. 

“ Nora Treadwell is why you didn’t come back...” Cas repeated softly, trying to parse through her mind to make it make sense. Nora had been largely irrelevant to her, aside from the proof that not all Gryffindors were the morally pious do-gooders that were better than everyone else. Cas already had so much that people had biases about, being a Slytherin is just another mark on her ledger. “You were sleeping on a bench?” Her eyebrows raised in sheer shock, and Marlene wanted to cry. 

God, this was a fucking roller coaster. It was one thing to be a homeless teenager, it was completely another to revisit it at twenty-five because she thought a girl was pretty. Shame bloomed in her chest, heating up her cheeks and making her heart drop out of her chest and into her stomach. This wasn’t fair. Why did she have to be sized up by all of these questions? It felt so fucking unfair to have so many questions being beamed at her, but in the back of her mind, she always knew this would happen if she ever reconnected with anyone from her past. One of the most freeing feelings about being friends with other lesbians was that they never asked. Her friends knew that it was too painful. A light-hearted joke here or there about how far she’d come, a read about how she was still just the little dyke on the bench, but no questions. No panicked breathing as her heart hammered away in her ears, no nurturing the roots of shame in her chest, none of it. She was so grateful for the way they let her distance herself from it all. Not Cas, never Cas, she was much to comfortable picking and prodding they had once upon a time. 

“So Nora Treadwell is why you thought it was a better idea to sleep on a bench than come home...” She looked like she was teasing out what she thought was such an interesting lead, and Marlene hated it. She felt like a specimen under a microscope, with every question Cas was focusing the lens just a bit more. 

“Aye, that’s what I said isn’t it?” Marlene grumbled, shoving her chair out from the table. 

“I guess I just can’t imagine that,” Cassie responded, brown eyes wide with her own surprise. If Marlene stared long enough, she could parse out just how disappointed Cas was with her statement. Unfortunately for Cas, there wasn’t much she could do to change the answer, since Nora and Marlene were actually very similar butches who knew each other pretty well. If Cassie thought back far enough, she might remember that Nora’s mom, Elsie, was good friends with Marlene’s mom. 

“Cassie, there’s no point where you’re going to feel satisfied with the answers about why I left.” 

“I just–” 

“You’re never going to understand. You’re not like me.” 

“I’m just as much of a shirt lifter as you are, or did you forget the part where we met at Gateway and had sex an hour ago.” 

“But people can’t tell when they look at you. You’re a femme. You don’t have to face the violence unless anyone finds out you’re a lesbian. I’m a bulldyke. People can see it as soon as they look at me. I get lucky if people think I’m a man and leave me alone.” 

It sucked, but it was true. The butch was only ever safe when people didn’t see her, or saw her as a man. Either way, being a witch people knew of, whose family was notable, and being butch meant that she’d never be able to make herself a home in the wizarding world without regressing into a feminine version of herself. Something that would never happen. 

“I guess you’re right...” Cassie finally agreed, “I have to head back. Call me on the mirror?” She was just stepping down because she could tell Marlene was getting upset. She didn’t want to keep pushing something that was clearly hurting her. 

“Yeah, Cas. I’ll see you soon.” 

With a loud CRACK, Cassie was off, disappearing the same way she came in.

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♡ — Kitty's Pride #28

639 words | fluff | prompt : party games Royal!au Marlene Mckinnon x Reader (ft. Wolfstar) You and Marlene are secretly dating , as are Sirius and Remus However all your respective families have organised arranged marriages between You & Sirius , as well as Marlene & Remus

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“All I'm saying is that I’m always right and you should stop denying my brilliant ideas.” Sirius gestures his arms out wide. He lays with his head dangling upside down off the edge of your bed as he tries to convince you to aid him in his incredible idea.

You roll your eyes as you glance over your shoulder to raise your eyebrows at him, “That’s all well and good but there’s one issue in your ‘Master plan’,” you air-quote the last part.

Sirius grins back at you as he fiddles with his hair, “Oh then do enlighten me, whatever could it be that ruins my incredible genius-ness of a plan?”

You laugh, turning to face him, “Well if we hijack the weddings, then i won’t to get to marry the love of my life, Remus!”

Your friend laughs as you put on the act of a helpless maiden feigning over her love, a mockingly desperate lilt to your voice.

Sirius gasps in jest, sitting up to clutch his heart dramatically, as he pretends to have something resembling a rather cinematic heart attack.

“Oh! My dear Y/N you are absolutely right! You have opened my eyes, for if I were to marry Remus, then I would miss out on spending the rest of my life with the absolute joy that is Marlene!”

As if being summoned by the mention of her name, a rather comical menagerie of sounds of several things breaking crashes across the room, announcing the clumsy arrival of your girlfriend, Marlene.

You and Sirius snap your heads in the directions of the sounds, to find her trying to pull her dress from a dresser it got caught on. Giggling, you walk over to help her get it out without ripping her dress more than she's already managed to.

Finally freed from the dresser, she stretches her arms to rest over your shoulders as she grins at you, "Hi."

You kiss her on the cheek, "Hi."

She plants an obnoxiously loud kiss on your forehead, causing you to break into a fit of giggles as Sirius lets out a sound of faux disgust.

Marlene gasps happily, "Sirius, my love! my future husband."

Now you're all a mess of giggles at Marlene's words. You bite your lip in an attempt to hide your growing smile, hiding your head in the crook of your girlfriend's neck. She grins down at you, proud at her ability to make you laugh so easily.

"Well now that our dear Marlene is here - who I'm sure would agree with me,” Sirius grins, “Y/N, you should reconsider my brilliant plan.”

"Oooo what plan!" Marlene asks excitedly as the two of you join Sirius on your bed, Marlene resting her head on your lap as she looks at Sirius, waiting for an answer with buzzing curiosity.

"More like a scheme," You smile down at your girlfriend.

Sirius scoffs at your words, "Plan, scheme, evil plot, same thing!"

Laughing at your friend, you turn to explain his wedding-hijacking plan to Marlene, who holds a mischievous sparkle in her eyes at your words.

Marlene's grin grows impossibly wider as you finish the explanation, "That is a brilliant scheme!"

Groaning, you throw your head back exasperatedly, causing her to laugh lovingly at you.

"What? Don't want to marry your beautiful girlfriend?" Sirius grins at you.

You roll your eyes at the two of them grinning at you, but you can't help but let a smile spread across your face, "Okay, maybe it could work, but I am not agreeing until Remus has been consulted."

Sirius and Marlene let out cheers at your words. The latter, your incredible girlfriend, leans up to plant a smiling kiss on your lips, her gaze soft and full of love. She's going to marry you one day, she's sure of it.

[cannibalizedyke]

🎸marlene mckinnon masterlist🎸

key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut

coming soon!

[alinaisdone]

Did I do another tumblr blog to adverte my angsty canon complacient fic of an Au where Marlene and Dorcas survived? Yes, yes I did. I want to have a reason to write it more so go read it more. It's basically a retelling of the third book but with an auror Marlene Mckinnon in the mix lol. Here's a link.

And here's and ecerpt:

Marlene remembered the first time she had seen Remus and Sirius together for the first time. She had gotten together with Dorcas just a few months prior and tried to see if they were safe to come out. It was the sixth year and some things felt off. It was another time and a relationship like theirs wasn’t the safest thing to be out in a school filled with teens from the British suburbs. When Dorcas and Marlene talked about it, they had two bets of who was queer, Sirius and Mary. After Marlene had seen Remus looking at Sirius in yearning way too often, Remus was added to the list.

Then once in a Gryffindor party, Marlene was forced to go to Remus and Sirius' dorm room to get something she had forgotten long ago, just that James was too busy throwing googly eyes towards Lily to do so. Unfortunately to her, Remus and Sirius had taken advantage of the empty room. Marlene was jokingly scarred for life but at least they found allies. Few months after that they all came out to rest of the people.

[melemart]

Keeping in touch around the world

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found this new horror game it’s called marauders canon

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Innocence

Remus Lupin x f!reader

warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), fingering, slight hand job, virgin reader, purity ring 😮‍💨, making out, underage smoking, mention of underage drinking, slight innocence/ corruption kink, lmk if i missed any!

summary: remus learns the ring you wear everyday is called a purity ring, and he develops a strange obsession with it… and wanting to take it off you…

word count: 4.6k

a/n: guys.. dw there’s gonna b a part two but like omgggggg this made me feel so many things i’m in love with this. lmk what you think :) also i’m not religious so if any of this is not accurate i’m sorry lol it’s for the plot

part two is posted!!! here

~~~

Ever since he knew you, Remus noticed that one thing you always wore. It was plain, a simple gold band on your left ring finger, the marriage finger. Typically, such nonsense wouldn’t cross his mind twice, but you wore that ring damn ring every day. Since the first time he ever saw you, that ring was on your finger. He never saw you without it. So, his curiosity got the better of him.

Why would such a simple ring be so important that you never took it off? It couldn’t have been because you were married. No. You wore it even at the young age of eleven. Could it have been a family heirloom? That idea was plausible, however to him, it didn’t feel like the correct answer. And Remus Lupin always needed the correct answer.

So, he eventually decided to ask you.

During dinner one night, when you just so happened to be sitting next to him, his eyes caught sight of the ring and he eyed it suspiciously. You noticed this.

“Something wrong Rem?” You asked.

He looked up from the ring on your delicate finger to meet your confused eyes. “Why do you always wear that specific ring? And always on that finger? Is it special?”

“Oh.” You laughed for a few seconds. “Yeah, it’s stupid really, an old muggle tradition.” You composed yourself and looked up at him, a slight red tint to your cheeks. “It’s called a purity ring. Basically, I wear it as a reminder that I pledged to wait till marriage.”

Remus was confused, and he hated being confused. “Why would anyone wait till marriage?”

You shrugged. “Muggle religion is quite weird. They value keeping teenagers pure until they’re married. I think it’s stupid, but I still wear it.”

“So, you’ve done it but continue wearing it as a... symbol?” He questioned.

“Oh no, I haven’t done it. I might find it stupid, but I still plan to keep my promise. It’s sort of a nice accomplishment don’t you think? I’ve gone through two years of everyone shagging around me and I haven’t given in,” you answered.

He stared at you for a few seconds. You were still a virgin, and that ring was the reason. He thought for a moment. How could you be a virgin? He swore he had seen you go off with a bloke from Ravenclaw a few months ago during a party. But then as his eyes trailed over your small figure, he realized the idea wasn’t completely impossible. He’d never seen you with hickeys, he’d never seen you dress improperly, and he surely had never seen you enter the common room after a long night with someone. For some reason, it made a strange feeling bloom deep inside him.

“Surely you’ve at least done other stuff, right?”

You simply shook your head and took a bite from your sandwich. “Furthest I’ve ever gone is having some Ravenclaws tongue down my throat.”

Ah, so he was right about that.

“Besides, I don’t really even know much about any of that stuff. I mean I know biology, but that’s about it. And of course, what Marls and Mary tell me from their extravagant experiences,” you added after swallowing.

So that meant...

“You haven’t done anything?” He was surprised, it was clear in his tone.

“No need to sound so flabbergasted. Besides, why do you even care about what I’ve done? I always thought you were the modest type too,” you replied with an eye roll.

Remus looked away from you, and the urge to smirk took him over. He thought back to those countless nights over the summer breaks he’d spent with muggle girls. The feelings, the sounds, the tastes, all experiences he’d never forget. But by no means was Remus Lupin a player, oh no. He was nothing like his mate. However, he also wasn’t a saint like everyone painted him out to be.

“I may be modest but that doesn’t mean I’m a virgin,” he said after a moment, his eyes finally turned back to you. He liked the way you looked at him. “That went away a few summers ago.”

You smiled, though something about it was off, almost as if it were forced. “Well, cheers to that.”

“Cheers.” He nodded in agreement.

You turned back to the group conversation before he could say anything else.

~~~

Remus had thought after finding out what the ring's importance was, he would let it go and move on. Unfortunately, he had thought wrong. Ever since that conversation with you, he couldn’t get any of it off his mind. When he’d see you, he’d always look at your left hand, almost making sure that ring was still there. It always was. And for some reason it made him feel almost relieved. He needed more answers.

Thankfully, another opportunity came not too long after the first.

The two of you had been paired together in potions. Typically, he would be a bit upset with the fact given you were never the best in the subject. But for the first time, he was pleased with the pairing.

He watched as you cut up some of the ingredients, that stupid ring shining from the lights. Questions filled his head. Where had you gotten it? When did you get it? Who gave it to you? Did your parents know what it meant? What were you supposed to do with it when the time finally came? He needed to get the answers.

“So, when did you get it?” He casually asked his eyes on the cauldron.

“Get what?”

“The ring.”

You chuckled. “You’re still on about that? I suppose you aren’t too accustomed to muggle things. I got it right before I came here actually. My parents wanted to give me a reminder about life at home, and they wanted to make sure I knew where my ‘loyalties’ lay. Though, I was only a little girl. Did they expect anything to happen at that young?”

Three questions were answered. Good.

Remus dropped his chopped ingredients into the cauldron. “Does that mean you give it back to them when you finally do it?”

“Oh no. I give it to my husband of course,” you replied. “Do these look alright?”

He finally turned his head in your direction and looked over your cutting board then he met your eyes. “Perfect. You can put them in.”

“You don’t know how good that makes me feel to hear. Master of potions Remus Lupin says I’m perfect, I could faint,” you said as you scrapped your work into the cauldron, a hint of laughter in your voice.

He rolled his eyes. “I said your cutting was perfect, but if it makes you feel good, I suppose you are too.”

You looked up at him with a glint in your eyes that made an odd feeling form in his chest. You looked so damn innocent. How had he not noticed it before? You had always been one of the shyer members of Gryffindor, but he always brushed it off as nothing important. He never would’ve guessed just how innocent you were.

“How sweet of you.” You giggled.

“ ’Course, anytime love.”

He noticed the shift in your body at his words. How odd. You looked away from him for a few seconds, that familiar rose tint returning to your cheeks. Did you always do that? Did such simple words always make you blush and turn away? Or was it just him? He watched you bite down on your lip and fiddle with your ring.

You were teasing him.

It was then he decided he was going to get that ring from you.

And you were going to love it.

~~~

Getting you to that point was going to take some time, Remus knew that. But it didn’t stop him. He started simply. When the two of you were hanging out in the group, he made sure to at least say a few words to you alone. When eating meals, he made sure to get a spot next to you. Most importantly though, he started making sure to leave subtle hints. Lingering eye contact, small touches that weren’t necessary, comments that made your face turn red. He could tell all of it made you flustered, and he loved it.

During all of it, his obsession with your innocence only grew. He wanted to take it away. He wanted to taint you, to make you not so pure anymore. He didn’t understand the feeling, he never cared much for such stereotypical nonsense. But each time you looked at him with those curious, innocent eyes, it only made his patience strained.

The first breakthrough came during one of Sirius and James’s parties. The common room blared with music, and people laughed and danced. You were among them. Remus leaned against the wall next to the staircase to the boy's dorm, a cigarette between his lips as he watched you dance with Mary and Lily. Your smile was bright, your body moved to the rhythm almost perfectly. You wore a pretty little dress. But he couldn’t focus on any of that because that damn ring caught his attention.

It had become quite a distraction. He found himself staring at it far more than normal. During class and dinner, it consumed most of his thoughts. He needed to get it off your finger before it caused his grades to slip.

From across the room, your eyes suddenly found his. You gave him a questioning look; he only smirked back and released a cloud of smoke into the air. He watched you say something to the girls before you began to walk in his direction. Perfect.

“Why do you always stand on the sidelines?” You asked once you were close enough. “And if you’re going to stare at me all night you might as well just dance with me.”

He chuckled and took another drag from the cigarette. “I’m not the biggest fan of these parties and I definitely don’t dance.” He offered you the cigarette, and you shook your head and pointed to your ring. “Come on, that applies to cigs too?”

“And alcohol, pretty much whatever is considered sinful. Though, I have indulged in a drink or two. Mommy and Daddy don’t need to know about that,” you answered.

Merlin, he needed to do something with you. It was almost unbearable.

“You’re saying alcohol and cigs are sinful but intense snogging isn’t? Seems a bit hypocritical to me,” he eventually said.

You smiled and shrugged. “That’s muggle religion for you. It’s pretty much up to each person's interpretation and what they value. I value being sober more than refraining from a snog occasionally.”

“But a shag...”

“That’s universally seen as a big sin. Most of us would agree not to do it until marriage.”

He released another breath of smoke. “Most of you?”

“Well, not everyone agrees of course. Like I said, it’s technically up to everyone’s values. Murder is also considered a sin, you know. But even some people commit that,” you explained. He watched you blush. “I don’t think I should compare virginity to murder though.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s a fair comparison,” he replied, his lips turned up into a smile.

You turned even more red. “Sorry. But you get what I’m saying, right?”

“Everything is optional is what you’re saying.” He let his eyes trail over your body, making sure you noticed. “So really, you could fuck someone before marriage.”

“I mean yeah, I could, but I don’t think I will,” you said. You began to fiddle with the ring again. “It’s sort of always been with me it would feel weird giving it to someone else.”

“Do you have to give it away for anything? Or just actual sex?” It was another question he’d been dying to know. He watched you think for a moment.

“I think just the full thing. I don’t know. I don’t even really know that much about it like I said when you first asked me. I mean, I know people use their hands and mouths but... sorry. I shouldn't be talking about such things.” You put your face in your hands, Remus couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sorry.”

He needed to do something. Now.

“Don’t be sorry love, it’s alright. You know you can trust me; I wouldn’t dare tell anyone about your sinful thoughts,” he spoke. He turned and dropped his cigarette into one of the many ashtrays in the common room. When he looked back at you, you were already looking at him. “But you know if you ever wanted to indulge in something like that, you can come to me.”

You were beyond flustered, and it showed. “Oh! That’s very um... generous of you, but I don’t think I’ll do any of that I mean... I don’t plan on it.”

He casually shrugged. “We all get a bit curious at some point in our lives.”

For a moment the two of you only stared at each other. He could tell exactly what you were thinking. You were curious. You wanted to try things. He observed you carefully. He could sense the conflict within you. Value versus desire. It was a tough battle, but you didn’t cave. At least, not yet.

“Perhaps, but I made a promise and I need to stick to it,” you said. You looked over your shoulder at your clearly intoxicated friends. “I should get back to Lily and Mary.”

“Right, it was nice talking,” he replied with a smile.

You nodded. “I’ll see you later.”

“Till then love.”

Even as you walked away and joined your friends once again, he could see the way his words affected you. You could deny the feelings all you wanted, but your body craved the unknown. It was only a matter of time till you caved, and Remus would wait.

He was never one to give up easily.

~~~

You came to him faster than he expected. He understood why though, you were on edge about all of it. In the few days it took for you to go to him, he noticed how different you acted. You were more tense, you fiddled with your ring far more than normal. He imagined the inner conflict you faced was stressful, but he was glad about the turnout of it.

After dinner, as he was walking to the library for a study group, you found him. He was a bit surprised at your approach, but nevertheless, he welcomed it with joy.

“Hey Remus, could I talk to you for a second?” You asked.

You were a bit behind him, but he stopped instantly and turned to face you.

“Yeah, what’s going on?”

Your little bit of confidence quickly vanished. You avoided his gaze, focusing suddenly on your shoes. “Um, are you busy? It’s not really that important so if you have something else to do it can wait.”

He fought the urge to smirk. “I was just going to Lily’s little study group, but it can wait. Is something wrong?”

You shook your head and looked up at him, those big innocent eyes staring into his. “No uh... nothing's wrong. It’s just about... well... you know.”

“About what?”

“You know...”

“I don’t think I do love, you’re gonna have to use your words and tell me.”

He felt bad for teasing you, but it was too fun not to. The way your cute little eyes looked around the hallway to make sure no one else was around, the way you fidgeted, it was far too entertaining to stop. A moment passed before you finally spoke in a much softer tone than before.

“It’s about what we talked about at the party last weekend.”

“Oh?” He questioned. “What about it?”

He watched as you slid the ring up and down your finger. “You said um if I ever wanted to you know, indulge, that I could come to you.”

“Yes, I did say that.”

“So... um yeah,” you said. You looked almost uncomfortable. He knew he needed to be nicer.

“Are you asking if that offer is still there?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes! I mean, um, is it?”

He glanced around to make sure nobody else was around before stepping closer to you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, your mouth parted ever so slightly. He touched his fingers to your chin, lifting your head gently.

“How about you come find out?”

You didn’t fight it. He was glad.

Not too long after that, Remus found himself in a position he’d desperately wanted for almost a month. You were laid out on his bed, open like a flower, and he was on top of you. Your robe, shirt, and tie were thrown to the floor. He kissed you hard, the reward of your gasps kept him going. He let one of his hands travel up your soft thigh, you were so warm, so inviting. It took all his self-control to keep him from moving too fast.

Before it began, you told him you had only ever snogged. That meant no boy had ever touched you. Not with a hand, not with his tongue, nothing. No one had ever even felt up your breasts. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t pleased with the information. He wanted you to be his, he wanted to be as many of your firsts as he could be.

“Can I touch you?” He eventually whispered on your skin; his lips were by your ear.

“Yes, please,” you replied, your breath ragged.

He continued to press soft kisses to your neck as his hand moved between your thighs. You were wet, very wet. He could feel it through your panties. It made him even harder than he already was. He slid his hand under your panties and began to rub soft circles on your clit, you gasped and lifted your hips in response.

You were perfect.

With every flick of his fingers, you let out little whimpers and moans, and one of your hands gripped his shoulder hard. He caught a few glances of your face between kisses. Your cheeks were red, your eyes squeezed shut. You were beyond beautiful.

After a few minutes, he moved his fingers down to your entrance. He made sure to collect your wetness and ask if it was alright before he began to slowly push one of his fingers inside you.

“Remus,” you mumbled as he started thrusting his finger in and out of you at a slow pace. “Fuck.”

“Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?” He asked.

You lightly shook your head. “It feels so good, do not stop.”

“Do you want another one?”

“Yes.”

He complied instantly and added a second finger. You responded just the way he wanted. In only a few more minutes he was fucking you with his fingers, touching that spot inside that made your thighs clench around him. He kissed you hard, he loved how you struggled to kiss him back. When he also began to press his thumb to your clit, you became a mess.

“Fuck Rem, I-” You paused, your nails dug into his shoulder.

“You’re close.” It was a statement; he could feel your walls clenching around his fingers. He knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“I am,” you practically whimpered.

“Let go, love, it’s alright.”

Only seconds later you did. You came hard. Your back arched off the mattress, your mouth hung open wide, and your thighs tightened around his hips. Remus had never felt anything as good as the feeling of your walls pulsating around his fingers as you came undone beneath him. He made sure to keep going till you were fully done. At that point, he pulled his hand out of your panties and up to his lips. He knew you were going to taste good.

You sat up, breathless. “Oh my god. I can’t believe I just- you just- we just... I’m going to hell.”

“Relax, it’ll be fine. People do this all the time and nothing bad happens, I promise it’s just a normal thing,” he said. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, he thought you looked so beautiful. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not worried about being judged or anything, I’m worried because I don’t feel guilty. I should feel guilty for it but I just... don’t. In fact, I think I...” You looked down at your hand, specifically the ring. “I think I want more.”

Remus couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his lips. “More?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s only right that I return the favor.” He watched your eyes move to his pants; your cheeks turned red. “You’ll have to show me how though.”

“Alright, only if, you’re sure. Don’t feel like you have to because I did something for you,” he replied though he really did want you to touch him. But he could wait if he had to.

“I want to.”

He didn’t question you further. Instead, he guided you through the process of getting him off with your hand. You were a fast learner, though the act itself wasn’t that hard to get the hang of. He found it funny the way you gasped at the size of him. Merlin, you were so innocent. Either way, you made him feel extraordinary. Your hand was much softer than his, and warmer too. You touched him gently, almost teasingly. But that changed fast.

“Can I try something else?” You asked, your hand stopped.

He almost groaned from the lack of motion. “What?”

“Um, can I try using my um...” You pointed to your lips.

“Your mouth?”

“Yeah.”

How could he ever refuse?

It was sloppy, it was rushed, but it was everything he could’ve wanted. As he laid back on the pillows, one of his hands moved through your soft hair. He didn’t dare push you. No. He only stroked your hair gently and whispered praises. He knew you liked it from the way you hummed on his cock each time he told you how good you were doing or how good you made him feel. And when you looked up at him with those eyes, those damn innocent eyes, he could barely contain himself.

He was shocked you even did it to begin with, but he was even more shocked when you let him finish in your mouth. You had him halfway down your throat when he came, and you didn’t pull away for a second. You swallowed it all. Somehow, he became even more attracted to you than he had been before.

“Was it good?” You questioned after you pulled back. You were kneeling beside his legs, a nervous expression on your face.

He smiled. “You were amazing. Are you sure you haven’t done that before?”

“Never even saw one in real life before this,” you replied with a laugh.

“That’s hard to believe,” he said. He sat up and pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. “Do you want to try one more thing?”

“Depends on what thing.”

“I’ll do what you just did to me but on you,” he answered, loving the way your eyes widened at his words. Despite everything that happened already, you were still so innocent. He adored it.

“Oh yeah okay,” you spoke after a moment.

He kissed you again. “Lay down.”

You did as he said and soon it began.

He started by kissing your lips while his hands pulled your skirt and panties off, leaving you only in a bra. Once those were off, he kissed down your neck, and your chest, only pausing for a second to unclip your bra and take one of your nipples in his mouth. You moaned, he stayed there for a few extra seconds. He then moved his mouth further down your body, relishing the sounds you made each time his lips made contact with your skin.

When he started to kiss up one of your thighs, you twitched. You were so sensitive, so untouched. He was obsessed with it. Every few kisses he sucked your skin to leave dark purple hickeys. He had made sure not to leave any on your skin that would be visible to the world so that no one would see the evidence of your sinful acts. But the skin that would be covered by clothing, that was his to mark.

A few minutes of this went by, and it was all on purpose. Remus could tell how eager you were for him to get on with it, but you were far too shy to tell him to do so. So, he didn’t dare touch you where you so desperately wanted him to. He wanted to hear you ask. But you said nothing, so he decided you needed a little push. He gave you one single lick then returned to your black and blue thighs.

“Remus,” you whispered. “Please.”

He looked up at you and almost felt bad. Your desperate eyes were already looking at him, he could tell how much you needed it. He didn’t wait any longer and gave you what you needed; you certainly earned it.

In all his experience with sex and everything surrounding it, Remus enjoyed pleasing his partner as anyone did. He didn’t mind going down on women, in fact, he sort of enjoyed it. At least until you. With you, he quickly realized having his head between your thighs and his tongue on your clit was not just alright, it was heavenly. He never enjoyed the taste of a girl like he enjoyed yours. You were sweet and the sounds you made as he played with you were their own type of reward.

So, it was no surprise how quickly you came undone on his tongue. He devoured you like he had been starving his whole life. Truthfully, he felt as if he had. You were spectacular. You were perfection. You were his. He was crazy about you.

After you finished, he wiped his mouth on one of your thighs before moving to lie on the bed next to you. He laid on his side facing you, his eyes examining your face. Your eyes were closed, and your cheeks were pink. Your hair was messy, and your lips were ever so slightly lifted into a smile. He swore he never saw anyone as beautiful in his life.

“I feel stupid,” you mumbled.

“Why?”

You opened your eyes and looked at him, your smile then undeniable. “I should’ve taken you up on your offer sooner. Now I understand why everyone’s so mad about this stuff, it’s unbelievable.”

“You don’t regret it then?” He asked.

“How could I? You’re just... Remus I...” You turned to your side to face him fully, one of your hands pressed against his chest. “I think we should do this again if you’d want to of course.”

He grinned and let a hand fall to your waist, he pulled you closer, so your bodies touched. He rested his chin on the top of your head, and you buried your face in his neck. For a moment he felt almost victorious, he had gotten you right where he wanted you to be. It would only be a matter of time before you let him take you fully. But then he realized, it wasn’t about taking your virginity so much anymore. He just wanted you.

“I wouldn’t want anything more,” he eventually said, then he pressed a kiss to your forehead, while the cold feeling of your ring on his chest lingered in the back of his mind.

Soon, it would be his. And so would you.

[my-castles-crumbling]

traitor - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 186

"I'm just saying," Barty argued, throwing his hands in the air, "Cas is a traitor! I mean, she's dating a Gryffindor, for fuck's sake!"

Evan grinned while Pandora rolled her eyes, sick of arguing with Barty.

"Oh, fuck off, Barty," Dorcas retorted, elbowing him from her spot next to him of the couch. "House rivalries aside, there are worse things, yeah?"

But Barty seemed to be dead-set on teasing Dorcas for dating McKinnon. "What do you think, Reg? D'you think Cas deserves to be kicked out of Slytherin for her betrayal?"

Regulus, who had been able to avoid the conversation thus far, felt himself turn red. Because his own traitorous brain was reminding him of what he was doing last night. Or, rather, who he had been doing last night. The Gryffindor tie that he'd wrapped around his hand and pulled closer as he'd kissed James Potter like his life depended on it.

"Erm...there are worse things," he murmured, keeping his eyes on the book in his lap, trying not to sound too ridiculously guilty.

Because really, there wasn't much better than kissing James Potter.

[wednesdaynn]

Hi! here's a little sneak peak into a oneshot i'm writing! camgirl!marlene

“marlene turns back to you and shoots you a wink before sliding behind you and manuevering your body to face the camera. she puts her hands on your waist and slowly massages the skin there, her lips on your neck, kissing and softly nipping at your skin. you roll your shoudlers back and lean into her. there's a soft ping from the laptop and you see the first tip come in, you smile softly, it calms your nerves slightly.”

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James "the truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath, I would apologize for bleeding on your shirt." potter

[perpetuallydaydreaming]

i cant focus because i cant keep you out of my head.

5 times james potter got distracted because of you.

warnings: overly dramatic james || 3.3k words || james potter x you || fluff fluff fluff, getting together, friends to lovers

a/n: this is the first work i’ve posted on this fandom, i have alot planned!! so please dont be shy and drop some messages! i also feel like i have to clarify, any dialogues that’s italicized means james isn’t listening

i. missing his games

“and another bludger hits potter on the shoulder! it is not his night folks! will this be an opportunity for hufflepuffs to get ahead?” the speaker hisses, loudly echoing throughout the field. along with the empathetic oohs of the crowd.

james groans rubbing his shoulder quickly, for what seemed like the nth time tonight, before going into the scoring formation as practiced.

usually, he wouldn’t even hear the commentator during the game, he would be too into the game to notice any other noise other than his own breathing . but tonight’s game is different.

tonight, you weren’t there watching him.

he knows this for a fact, as he had been continuously looking in the stands. his focus foregoing the incoming buldgers, instead hoping to catch a glimpse of your messy hair and the abundant layer of clothes, you always wear to combat the cold in the stands. his eyes would quickly scan through the students, in hopes to spot you cheering and grinning as you have always had.

he had circled the area you usual vacant four times now, and still no sign of you anywhere.

he could hear geoffrey shouting at him to focus, zooming past him with the quaffle at hand. he could practically hear the hissing complaints and grumbles of minnie in the stands but when he fails to see you, he’s not inclined to care at all.

“james! what in the bloody hell are you doing?!” he could hear marlene shriek in frustration as he skidded to a stop, and pondered your whereabouts.

where were you?

you had always watched his games. always. even when you two were fighting or not talking to each other, you would always be there cheering him on.

he was sure you weren’t in detention, professors were usually more lenient during quidditch season. not to mention you don’t really get into much mischief as he, himself does.

“mckinnon scores even with a distracted captain!”

merlin, were you sick? is that why you were a no-show? he had heard you sniffling the other day, but you said you were fine. james knew that you rarely ever get sick, but when you do—it was the worst it could ever be.

knowing you, you had probably reassured your friends that you were fine and to leave you be. you never did know how to take care of yourself. so, james being the self-appointed best friend takes this responsibility of nursing you back to health very seriously.

he was about to go fly over your dormitory window and help you but then a heavy speeding bludger came speeding into his way. he had barely dodged the thing and suddenly all the noises of the game came rushing back into his ears.

right, he thinks. he should probably finish this first and then go see you straight after.

ii. passing notes with a person that isn’t him

james was having a particularly pissy day.

when he had the epiphany on why you had missed his game. james had rushed points after points, in hopes to end the game as quickly as possible. the game ending with gryffindor as the winner, by 120 points.

never mind celebrating, he hadn’t even thought of the fact he had broken an all-time scoring record in a single game and came rushing to your dorms. thoughts of you lying sick in bed, swimming in his mind.

but you weren’t lying sick in bed.

in fact, you weren’t in the dorms at all. or the common room. or the library. or the hospital wing. or even in the entire bloody castle (he checked). not only were you not in breakfast, the morning after the game you didn’t watch. now, he has the pleasure of seeing you blush and fuss, passing notes with a bloke from ravenclaw during potions.

“now this is detrimental to the potion, some have lost fingers when they neglected this step so pay attention—“

when did you even meet this guy? you were always hanging out with james. so it’s rare for him to see you with somebody he hasn’t met before.

especially, someone this ugly.

“who’s the arse talking to y/n.” james whispered harshly to sirius.

sirius, who for once, was listening in class had to stop and look at james with a confused look, from the sudden conversation.

james gave no clarification, his eyes still glaring heavily at the offending sight.

ah, sirius thought. an almost laugh leaving his mouth. “that’s charlie wilson, i reckon.” sirius whispered back. fighting the strong urge to grin as he added, “birds quite fancy him, i heard. something about how dreamy the lad is or something.” twirling his quill. already satisfied with the impending chaos he had stirred.

meanwhile james could hardly sit still, seconds away from erupting. he scoffs when he sees you blush.

pale hair, pale eyes and an even paler skin. he looked like a white bedsheet, is what he is! nothing dreamy about a bedsheet! james certainly hadn’t thought his bedsheets dreamy. surely you hadn’t either!

“failure to follow these steps strictly can be harmful.” slughorn droned on.

but it was nothing but a buzzing noise to james, as he feels the sudden urge to grab the silly paper full of your beautiful handwriting and his chicken scrawls and rip it to shreds.

iii. going to hogsmeade without him

james was forced into the trip to hogsmeade by remus. claiming some rubbish about how james has become a shell of a man, or how he dampens the mood. and some borderline blasphemous statement about how snivellus seems to be better company than him lately.

so to prove all the nay-sayers wrong, here he was trudging along the stoned pathway. looking gloomy as ever, as his friends drag him from store to store.

nothing seemed to be cheering him up, remus had thought. but james have always had the flare for the dramatics, so remus wasn’t too worried. instead continued on like his friend isn’t unraveling like the threads in an old sweatshirt.

“why am i even here?” james had groaned, eliciting an amused smirk from sirius and a wry smile from remus.

he was on the verge of insanity, really he was. when he sees it in his peripheral. the unquestionably familiar layers of clothing and your giddy smile as you went into a bookstore with the same gremlin from class.

stopping abruptly, garnering the attention of his friends and walked briskly to the store. offering no sort of explanation, but his mates followed anyway. having seen you enter too. busybodies as they are, they’re curious how this will play out.

“it’s the same lad,” hummed sirius, peeking through the door.

remus raised a brow, interest piqued. “same lad? what’d you mean?”

“wilson was having a quick bants with our dear y/n the other day.”

“really now,”

sirius wolfishly grinned, “you reckon y/n fancies him?”

james scoffed, sounding very closely to a growl. “as if.”

“now, james, no need to be narky.” remus teased.

all three hiding two shelves away from you. james couldn’t hear you but he could see you through the crack of the books, if he crouched down. he saw your mouth moving and smiling. a view, he realized he hadn’t seen in a while.

“now that i think about, y/n hasn’t been around lately, has she?” remus had voiced, his tone feigning an air of innocence and ignorance.

sirius, then followed suit, rubbing his chin looking forlorn. “now that you mention it moony, that sounds about right.”

“prongs,” they called out, hoping to see james puff out, red in the face and stomp away like a petulant child. but instead their teasing was met with silence.

he couldn’t believe this! you haven’t spoken a word to him all week and here you were cozying up to a practical stranger! yous had the audacity to even laugh at whatever pathetic excuse of a joke he just said to you. albeit, he hadn’t heard the joke but he sure it was trash either way.

“think we lost him padfoot.” remus snickered at the glowering and helpless look james had etched on his face.

the two of you walking to the counter, holding piles of parchments and paints and laughing and blushing and standing way too close to each other.

really, have you no shame?

iv. biting your lips

james had a mission. to finally talk to you after two weeks of radio silence. to corner you, no matter what, and demand explanation for your recent rendezvous and the lack of his presence with said rendezvous.

but you were making it hard for him to find you, let alone talk to you. he can’t seem to find you in the map anywhere either. lately not finding you and not talking has becoming an unwelcome norm for him.

classes you two shared was almost non-existent since all of the classes you attended were all advanced classes.

he had hoped that during potions would be the time to talk to you but before he could even say hello to you, chalk had taken your attention and quickly pulled him down to sit with you during class.

you always seemed to be whispering about something whenever he sees you two. heads close to one another and soft laughter always leaving your lips. it’s like you didn’t even notice you haven’t talked to him for weeks now.

“oh there you are james! i wanted to discuss some strategy for the finals against slytherins.” john bell going into spiel of his tactics for the game.

did he do something that put you off? i mean, yeah, you two were only friends but he was hoping that he was starting to be more than that to you. at least, the same way that you became more for him too.

or was it just him?

“i heard evermonde complaining during breakfast that regulus black had to sit out of the game because he’s sick. so they replaced their seeker with a total novice!” bell excitedly recounted the information, unaware that their captain couldn’t be bother to listen at all.

if you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore, then you should’ve said so in the first place. instead of making him look like a fool!

and like some sort of miracle there you were at the end of the hall, alone.

breathing in deep and gathering all the courage of gryffindors and marched over to you with purpose and bouts of confidence blazing in his eyes.

“james, mate!” bell called over to james, his voice like water off of a dolphin’s back.

he was a bout to tell you off, maybe along the lines of how could you? or why did you miss my games? you always watch my games. or am i even your friend anymore? do like hanging with that cauliflower more than me? does he even play quidditch? can he even turn into a stag? is he even that funny. i bet i’m funnier.

“y/n!” he beckoned, jogging over to you in a hurry. you turned, books held tightly to your chest.

“james,”

once he was in front of you, breathing in deep. staring into your eyes and seeing your soft pillowy cheeks and soft smiles.

“how are you?” you breathed, shifting from one foot to the other.

he inhaled, how are you? after weeks of nothing—! he was about to tell you off real good but he forgot a crucial thing.

the slight tension and silence makes you nervous, so rather blabbing about nonsense to fill the silence, you opt to bite your lips and cheeks instead.

suddenly all thoughts seem to fly away from james. your nervous habit becoming more important to him rather than letting you how he feels. it seemed more interesting to him than anything he had ever seen before.

which was crazy, because this wasn’t the first time you did this! or is it because you haven’t been around lately that made his immunity to your distracting quirk lessened?

eventually the silence became way too unbearable, not to mention the staring from james getting too intense. you just had to get out of this really weird and quiet interaction.

“well, james, i have to go now.” you gave a polite and shaky smile, “see you ‘round.”

v. when you watch his games.

today was the last game of the season. everyone on the team was buzzing with nerves and excitement. john bell had made it his mission to let everyone know of what he learned about slytherin yesterday.

“ambrose greengrass is going to play seeker for the time being.”

sirius snorted out a laugh, “greengrass can barely get on his broom!”

“well talkalot was desperate for replacement so soon before the game.”

dawson rolled her eyes and smirked, “well, whoever they send out we’re still going to beat the crap of them!”

the team cheered in agreement.

sirius noticed the lack of quips from james, like he usually does before each games. he sighed, already knowing the root of it. if his mate’s wanly expression had anything to say about it.

going up to his broom at hand and grabbing james’ shoulder, shaking him rather roughly. as if to physically wake him up out of stupor.

“mate, this is your first finals as captain, what the hell are you doing moping like some grandma?”

james looked up and saw the entire team looking at him. breathing in deep. “you’re right, pads.” grabbing his broom and bellowing in his loudest voice, “let’s win this!”

as much as it pains james, he had to forgot about you for a moment and focus on the game. his teammates are counting on him. chanting in his mind that it wouldn’t matter if you were out there or not.

although a very tiny voice, had called out this lie.

it had already been 30 minutes in the game when you had finally arrived. a fragile thing held gently in your hands.

“john bell knocked out euane evermonde with a bludger!” you can hear the announcer scream, a disbelieving laughter echoing. “30 minutes into the game, it’s a blood bath out here folks!”

the crowds surrounding you in the stand were going wild with screams. the players zooming back and forth as they exchanged the quaffle. you looked up and saw james in the air, the wind tousling his already messy hair into knots. he was shouting orders to his team. eyes busy chasing players, all the while dodging bludgers too.

when he flew close enough to your area in the stands, you can see him subtly check out the crowd. your face warming against the cold at the thought of what you are about to do. his eyes quickly meeting yours and then physically stopping his slow glide in the air. as if he couldn’t believe you were there.

biting your cheek and slowly raising the large parchment, the written words charmed to glow and change every few seconds the words: i like you james potter! and go and win this!!! showing up interchangeably.

you watch him look at you dumbfounded until a dazzling grin erupted on his face once he read the words.

you see him spread his arms, and point at himself abashed, as if saying, me? you like me?

and you nodding exaggeratedly.

feeling the flurry of butterflies in your stomach watching him whoop and laugh twisting and looping on his broom. as if re-energized. you laugh too, his mirth too infectious. the others in the stand with you looks at the parchment in wonder and cheer along with you.

you can hear geoffrey shout profanities at james seeing him steady in the air not moving away form your sight, “not this again potter!”

it had taken you two weeks to finish this little project, the idea coming from a muggleborn friend that said they used to do posters when they watch games like these. that’s when you decided to do the same for james.

at first it was only supposed to be a simple parchment with words to cheer james on, for his first game as captain, against the hufflepuffs. but you decided to make it even more special and unforgettable.

granted, you weren’t all that creative in terms of crafts, so you enlisted a ravenclaw to help you put it all together. as much as you didn’t want to, you had to forgo watching the game so you can have some moment alone to get the poster started.

you were confident enough to know that the gryffindors will win and go straight to the finals. with hundreds of students coming to watch the game, you knew james wouldn’t notice your absence.

so the entire week you had committed your time into creating your first poster. trying desperately to hide your activities from james to surprise him. and when you had ran out of materials, you had gone to hogsmeade with charlie to guide you on what you should buy.

you knew james had caught on your weird behaviours. you were sure simple words from him and little pleas would get you to spill the beans but thankfully he had been distracted enough by something else that opened a way for you to leave.

now, here you were clutching the paper like a lifeline, the words you had written with so much care glowing through the fog. you had even drawn james on his broomstick along with his wild hair and glasses askew on his face. although charlie had helped draw it much nicer and life-like. each line moving and dancing across the paper to capture his attention.

with a new sense of motivation, james started to play the game the best he had ever played. zooming right above your area in the stand with a quaffle in his hand and a wink your way, he easily maneuvers over the other players and score.

with the slytherin keeper gone he had easily gathered up score after score.

and each time he did, he would stop a couple of feet in front of you and do a victory dance of some sort, eliciting a giggle and wide giddy smiles from you.

the crowd going crazier and crazier as james seemed like an unstoppable force in the field. eventually the brutal game ended with gryffindor as the winner by 530 points. breaking an all-time record.

gryffindors with some ravenclaws and hufflepuffs scatter to the field to celebrate the win. grabbing unto james, patting him on the shoulder, messing up his hair even more and cheering his name.

even with everyone around him, he managed to lock eyes with you again. quickly pushing other off him and running to you, a smile etched on his face.

you barely had anytime to prepare yourself as a sweaty, large, giddy man hurdled towards you. but james ever so gentle with you, grabbed your waist and lifted you up from the ground, twirling you around, looking at you with absolute glee. you can hear wolf whistles from the others but james barely acknowledges them.

he sets you down, hands still firmly on your side. the parchment now folded haphazardly, clutching it to your chest. wrinkling his nose in a low chuckle before looking down at the paper. “is this why you’ve yet to speak a word with me?”

you breathed, suddenly embarrassed. “i’ve been perfecting this for two weeks.” looking down on the paper leaning into him just a tad bit more, “i ran into some trouble with making the text stay on the parchment rather than fly away.” you muttered, cheeks aflame.

looking up at him through your lashes, having half a nerve to look bashful. “did you like it?”

“like it?” he scoffed, “i bloody loved it,” he grinned, forehead now leaning into yours.

you grin up at him, unaware of the still swirling questions he had for you. but for now holding each other like this, is enough answer for him.

[imkittyjustkitty]

Kitty's Daily Pride — Day 4

prompt ; celebration

pairings ; Marauders + Co. x Reader (Platonic) , Lily Evans x Mary Macdonald , Dorcas Meadowes x Marlene Mckinnon

summary ; Getting ready for a party with your friends !

+ reader is gender neutral & no mentions of y/n

warnings ; mention of alchohol

genre ; fluff

word count ; 852

A/N ; woo !! here we are, day 4 :D i think im gonna do a part 2 so lmk if thats something you want ! think i might change the moodboard & it's images because they don't quite fit the vibe, i was going for a far more gay vibe (i imagine lily in a suit and marlene in some sort of pants and tucked in shirt with like a cape or a veil even)

do not steal, repost, or redistribute my work in any way.

A break from school was nearing, in less than a month, most of your friends would be out of Hogwarts and visiting family and friends outside of your magical school.

This meant that it was about time for a party before everyone left, and as always the party was planned by your friend group. They always seemed to be up for some fun, and ready to throw a party at a moments notice. Last year they'd thrown a party with the theme of everyone dressing up as teachers, the most popular professors to dress up as were Dumbledore and Mcgonagall, so there'd been countless attending the party that year, including James in an intricately accurate Mcgonagall costume, and yourself dressed as a very hung-over looking headmaster.

This year, Marlene and Sirius were in charge of choosing a theme, with frequent consultation with Lily regarding how practical it would be to throw a party in which everyone would cast a spell on themselves to shrink, and then ride the castle mice like horses (the answer from Lily was a look of utter disbelief followed by a loud 'No!').

Eventually your flamboyant friends decided on a theme, although they couldn't quite think of a name for it. Sirius described it as 'well uh, everything is shiny and fancy,' making sure to throw in a 'like me', before Marlene cut in to explain her understanding of the decided theme, 'think: you're a widowed queen and you're attending a royal party in hopes of finding the man who killed your wife, and you have several knives strapped to you, hidden beneath your ball gown', which was a far more detailed explanation than Sirius's, and strangely made a lot of sense.

"So like, royal glamour?" Remus interrupted the reverie.

"Yeah! Royal glamour!" Marlene exclaimed, while Sirius at the same time muttered a 'well, kind of, but it's more like-', but begrudgingly agreed after Marlene lightly elbowed him in his side.

"Does this look right?" Lily asks, standing in front of the full body mirror, adjusting the gold crown that rests on her head.

"Yeah don't worry Lils, it looks beautiful, you look beautiful," Mary smiles as she walks up to her girlfriend and kisses her on the cheek.

It's currently just before 7pm, a bit more than half an hour until the party officially starts, but that gives you and your friends a bit less time to get ready, considering the fact that you guys are the ones throwing the party.

Marlene is sat on the sink in the dorm bathroom, putting on her makeup, while Dorcas does her hair, rolling her eyes at every other joke Marlene makes. Laughing at the couple, you turn back to the shoes you're putting on, they match your outfit perfectly, and compliment your several jewelleries that you've place across your body.

Zoning back into your surroundings, you hear the girls discussing the various decorations that you'd all managed to acquire for the party.

"I'm still not sold on the chandelier," Lily laughs, referencing the giant chandelier that Sirius had somehow come across and was now hanging from the ceiling of the common room. It was beautiful, but you and Lily shared the worry of someone possibly hanging from it by the end of the night (Lily's bets were on Marlene ending up swinging from it and screeching out obscenities and whatever else she cared to yell from up there, but you were certain that by the time the party was over that Lily would be drunk and stuck on top of the chandelier).

"What do you mean Lils! It's bloody amazing! Have you seen the thing?" Marlene gasps at Lily, as she does up Dorcas's dress, who smiles and gives Marlene a quick kiss before walking off to fix her hair and whisper to Mary about how cute and funny each other's partners are.

"Well, yeah Marls has a point, it does look very cool," You laugh at the two, Lily smiling at her friends and Marlene running to you with a big grin, high-fiveing you for defending her.

Glancing up at the clock, Mary grabs Lily's hand, and announces, "Well, it's getting closer to the starting time, the boys should be down there any minute, let's get going".

Marlene rests her arm around Dorcas's shoulder as you all follow Mary and Lily out of the dorm, chatting about how much fun this party is going to be, with all the food, decorations, outfits, 'and alcohol!' Marlene adds in, everyone laughing at how endearingly enthusiastic she is.

Walking down the steps of the tower, the common room comes into sight, and, as it always is when you all throw a party, it looks incredible. The chandelier is in fact still hanging from the ceiling, despite everyone's unspoken doubt over the structural stability of the whole thing. There's decorations of sparkling crystals that look like twinkling stars that hang along the walls all around the common room, and the roof of the room is charmed to look like a beautifully clear night sky.

You and your friends laugh in almost disbelief at the incredible decorations. Smiling at each other, you all think the same thing, this was going to be a great night.

reblogs are appreciated so much !!

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I don't know if your doing requests anymore but if you are could you do a mauraders X autistic reader where they help her with a meltdown (also like include lilly,Marlene and Dorcas if you could

Also you don't have to do this or if you do don't hurry take your time :)

i am taking requests! i did this with my experience of how a meltdown tends to start, and how they would help you calm down! i didn’t add dorcas sadly, but i will def write more with her in it! i hope you like <33 i also might do another version, with reader in the middle of a meltdown, lmk if you wanted that!

marauders x autistic!reader

it was a slow buildup to this moment.

you had woken up late, which meant your entire routine was already out of whack, your professor had scolded you when you arrived to lesson late, his loud voice and mean words still ringing in your ears. you hadn’t been able to concentrate in class, the clock's ticking and the tapping of someone’s pen against the desk, defeaningly loud to you, overwhelming you. this made you go silent, unable to express your feelings to your friends.

when you had finally gotten out of the class and gone to lunch, the great hall was loud, chatter and raised voices coming from all around you, blood pumping in your ears as your breathing and heart rate picked up.

this is when the others noticed.

james turned to you when he realised you weren’t interacting with the conversation between him, lily, remus and sirius. you weren’t even talking with mary and marlene, who were next to eachother, and next to you, as usual.

when he saw you, he immediately noticed what was wrong.

you were quiet, your leg bouncing, biting on your lip harshly.

he didn’t want to touch you, knowing that would overwhelm you even more, so he quickly and quietly caught the others attention.

“guys, be quiet.” he whispered, his eyes wide and urgent. the others looked confused before lily turned to you and softly whispered your name.

you could barely hear her, your eyes squeezed shut, voices from around the room still deafeningly loud.

“remus, can you?” mary asked quickly, knowing that you usually allowed remus to touch you when you were feeling overstimulated.

he nodded quickly, getting up, and placing a gentle hand on your back.

you tensed slightly, your lip quivering as you tried not to sob. everything was loud. too loud.

“we’re going to get you outisde. it’ll be quieter out there. okay?”

you couldn’t properly manage a nod, but you relaxed slightly, and stood up from the table. as you walked out, you lifted your hands up, pressing them over your ears to block out some of the noise. remus kept a gentle hand on your back, a reminder that he was right there.

you didn’t instantly calm as you walked outside, but you felt a little more relaxed, away from all the hustle and bustle of the hall.

you still couldnt speak, but remus knew what you needed. he led you to a tree where you sat down, pulling your knees up to your chest, and resting your head on them before starting to slow your breathing as well as steady your heart rate.

after a minute or so, you started to feel better, and your friends came outside.

“are you okay, love?” james asked softly.

you nodded, turning your head up to smile at him.

“there’s that pretty smile.” marlene smirked sweetly, and you smiled back at her.

with your friends by your side, everything would be okay.

hey!! i wanted to let u guys now i’m not writing for the marauders girls, specifically lily, marlene and mary !!