#CH: Dorcas Meadowes

[mymoonss]

moons fic recs ‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅

i adored you madly, extravagantly, absurdly by MiriamMT

main ship : regulus black/james potter

background ship(s) : sirius black/remus lupin, evan rosier/barty crouch jr., & marlene mckinnon/dorcas meadowes

ch count : 33 ☆ word count : 243,799

rating : explicit

smut? : yes

summary & link under the cut!

The Blacks want to marry off their youngest child. He begs Sirius for help and tells him a secret: He is a man and would rather die than be forced to be anyone's wife.

Panicked, Sirius arranges a marriage between his brother and his friend James Potter, knowing that Regulus can be the man he is in the English countryside on James' estate.

James wants to ensure Regulus' happiness, even at the expense of putting his life on hold for a while.

Regulus wants to ensure James doesn't fall into societal ruin because of him.

Sirius wants to be loved.

Barty must decide whether he wants to keep causing destruction or choose redemption.

And Remus is just a very tired butler who watches James and Regulus dance around their actual feelings (literally).

(Trans Reggie; set in the Victorian Age, 1890s. No horrible homophobia or transphobia depicted. Dysphoria is thematised.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49422403/chapters/124723909?view_adult=true

[padfootscoldleathers]

i'll leave (a light on)

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Meanwhile, back at the hotel

“Remind me why you want to meet them again?” Tommy asks Charlie while Sunny hops after his jumping frog in the hotel hallway. A hallway that's a straight shot to the band’s hotel room and a one way ticket to Embarrass Land as Sunny, nearly three and intensely obsessed with Inside Out, likes to call it. 

“FIrstly, I’m consumingly curious about who your ragtag team of ‘friends’ are.” Friends, she says with fake quotations, which really makes you question why you actively make the decision to put up with teenagers? “What kind of old school pranks could people even pull when they're as ancient as you are?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean you just barely grew up with the internet. The only apps you can use properly are Powerpoint and Microsoft Word but that's only because you’re a workaholic. The only people I ever see you hang out with outside of work are me and Sunny. Which is getting seriously sad to witness after a year.”

Tomny wraps an arm around Charlie’s neck and rubs a fist into her hair to give her a noogie. “Say, how do you feel about a drive down to the fire station?”

“What? So they can hose you down?” Charlie shoves her hands against his chest to get away and pinches her nose in disgust. 

“I smell delicious and you know it.”

“I wouldn’t say delicious. If I threw you in a pig pen right now I'm sure they’d eat around you.”

At that Tomny actually lifts his arm to smell himself he still smells like lemons and sugar just like his perfume. Yes, he wears perfume. That’s when he looks back up at Charlie’s cheeky ‘gotcha’ smile then in a split second she turns and sprints down the rest of the hallway to the band’s door. When she skids to a stop she crouches at the last second and Tomny goes toppling over her then Charlie knocks on the door with a bright smile. All the noise and rambling inside the room settles suspiciously quick and Charlie reaches down to pick up Sunny and settle him on her hip with his frog toy. 

Glowing, dark skinned gorgeousness opens the door asking her if she’s lost and Charlie just stands there physically, mentally, systematically frozen. She slowly turns her head to her left at Tomny who’s standing with his arms crossed gauging her reaction. The reaction is of course her eyes steadily getting wider and wider with more and more panic and the manic I-would’ve-changed-out-of-my-PJs-if-I-knew-I-was-meeting-THE-Dorcas-Meadowes look in her eyes. Dorcas looks from Charlie to Tomny whose smile is nearing the point of breaking his face. Charlie’s still looking at him with a smile on her face but an aggressive twitch in one of her eyes as she tries to sign around Sunny, “Your ‘friends’ are rockstars?”

Cas squints at him and calls back into the room, “Hey, Petey? Isn’t this your boyfriend?” 

That's when Charlie and Tomny kind of switch expressions. Now it’s Charlie’s turn to be smug and teasing and Tomny’s turn to apparently blush like a boiled lobster. 

“It’s just Teddy? Open the door then, it’s not like he hasn't masterminded this kind of thing before.” Charlie mouths boyfriend to him and nods teasingly and Tomny gives her a look telling her to knock it off. Cas pushes the door and it swings open to… Charls can’t actually tell what she’s looking at. What she does know is that it's a mess. Peter turns around to look at the door from the small step ladder he’s standing on and sees the two kids in the doorway. He slowly backs down and drops the bag of feathers hanging from his teeth straight to the floor. 

He looks to Tomny standing behind them, “It’s not what it looks like.” He says with his hands up like he’s playing Hiccup and Tomny is Toothless. 

Charlie’s jaw drops when she realises, “This is the Parent Trap prank.”

“Okay, it is what it looks like but what I meant was I already paid off the cleaners extra for the mess ‘cause I’m not evil. Inherently.”

Tomny’s still squinting kind of in disbelief but what was he really expecting from this lot? You’d think after half his entire life of Mary, Peter and eventually Remus pulling pranks at every turn from primary through highschool he’d grow to expect it but seriously? In a hotel? Is nothing sacred anymore? He introduces Charlie to the band and she’s kind of simply, absolutely starstruck just by Dorcas Meadowes. There's no “just” about it, it's Dorcas Meadowes, saintly woman she is.  Sunny immediately takes a liking to Peter and stretches out his arms to grab at his shirt after no time at all. 

“Who’s kids are these?” 

“Who do you think?”

Peter’s jaw slowly drops, “The adoption finally went through?”

“Only took them eight months just to sign a piece of paper.” Charlie mumbled from where Marlene was fawning over her freckles and sunflower eyes.

Tomny face cringes back a bit when he says, “Around right after you guys went on tour.” Peter gives him a look but doesn’t comment and Tomny can just feel an apocalypse coming on. Zombie arms grab at his legs but the look is gone because Sunny, angel he is, starts climbing all over Peter's head and shoulders the little acrobat. They look like twins, all blonde hair and blue eyes. Just past Sunny's little head he can see Charlie with her arms folded and eyebrow cocked and completely unimpressed. 

“Peter! Blondielocks is gonna help us out with the prank so can we get moving before the other half of your family gets back?”  

Tomny looks around the room exasperated but he’s not going to stop it because it's already halfway executed. “Remus is going to absolutely hate this.” 

Peter looks around the room too, bouncing a sleepy Sunny on his hip. “Remus will think I am the genius of our generation for this.” 

“How about I'm going to ban you for this.”

“It's funny you think you have that power.” 

“This is my hotel.” Tomny lowers his face into Peter’s at some amateur attempt at intimidation like he hasn't been taught his entire life not to mess with Spanish people. 

“Is it?” Peter walks into him and Tomny stumbles back flustered and staggering. 

“Yes?”

Peter looks him head to toe physically amused. “No. Try again tomorrow.” Tomny almost freezes in astonishment at the audacity but catches the door with his foot at the last second which HURTS because Peter basically tried to slam the door shut in his face. 

“You know I could have security escort you out.”  

“Are you threatening me with a walk of shame?” Peter grins bright and mischievous, “It’s not exactly my specialty. Though, I've seen you do enough to know what it looks like.” Peter grinds the heel of his foot on Tomny's toes and until he pulls it back ‘cause Peter really will grind his toes back to stardust.

“If you call security on me, you'd better start looking for somewhere else to go home to for Christmas.”

“You can't kick me out of Christmas?! There's gotta be at least four different places to stay at.” 

“The food is cooked at my house. By my mamá and my sister's and me. Christmas dinner is at my house. Christmas is at my house. I'm Colombian and Brazilian; please, throw me out the hotel and then grow the carajas to tread on my front porch. I dare you.  Fair warning, you'll be trespassing and this is America.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” 

“Like you're always telling me ‘qué sera sera’. Tchau.” The sound of the door slamming in his face shakes the walls and echoes through the hallway. 

Tomny looks stunned with his mouth hanging open and looks both ways down the hall for validation from someone to feel disrespected. Shellshocked, he makes his way to the elevator when he hears a high whistle behind him and spins feeling objectified. Peter grins and Sunny laughs, “They don't come up without my say-so. You still know how to play guard dog, yeah?” 

dunno if i actually got the 2 hour limit i said i would but yeah. oh and remus does NOT think peter is a genius for this but Mary does

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[emarie777]

im finally reading cr so these are my reactions, chapter by chapter :

SPOILERS (kinda) AHEAD

CH.1: L Regulus, imagine getting reaped twice

EFFIE AND MONTY ML:’(

Poor Sirius, Jesus christ

CH.2:

"I won't hesitate” he says then immediately hesitates

can’t believe they just TOOK his glasses, the actual audacity

ENTER Remus Lupin, stage right (!!!!!)

CH.3:

yessss we have marleneeee

James befriending the strays is so in character for him

is Peter going to die???????

OML THE BEGINNINGS OF WOLFSTAR

CH.4:

OML WE HAVE DORCAS MEADOWES, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!!

Not reg being mad at Irene for having the audacity to be into James

CH.5:

Regulus: Sirius can never find out I threw a dagger at the gamemakers

Sirius: *finds out*

ASDFGHJKLMBCZWNXOVEI REG HITTING JAMES W/ A SNOWBALL JUST TO GET HIS ATTENTION

wolfstar are so cute and fluffy in this chapterr uggh

LILYYY ML i hope she’s alrighttt

CH.6:

Reggie being so disgusted about sounding like Sirius💀💀💀

James’ pan panic because reg was to prettyyy ilhsm

DORLENNEEEEEE OML YESSSSSS

CH.7:

“My favourite hello, and my hardest goodbye” just tear my heart out I don’t need it anyways

THE INTERVIEW??? JAMES???!!!! (he lowkey ate with that one tho, just saying)

CH.8:

wolfstar bonding over ✨fear and trauma✨

REG HAD A CRUSH ON JAMES!!!! (he probably still does tbf)

CH.9:

WOLFSTAR!!!!

JEGULUSSS!!!

GID AND FAB??? THE PARALLELS BETWEEN THEM AND FRED AND GEORGE BASED ON WHO DIED FIRST ARE KILLING ME

[coffeecoloredpages]

Meet Me Halfway Ch 1 P 7

By Wordwyrm on ao3

Sirius

“Black, Sirius.”

Sirius groaned inwardly at being the first name called. He walked slowly forward, shoulders hunched, dreading what would come next. He'd be put in Slytherin, like every other member of his family for the last 500 years, and in a moment he'd lose the three friends he'd just found. He slumped into the chair, and felt McGonagall place the hat on his head. A gravelly voice spoke into his mind. “Ah, another Black. Well, I suppose you want to be with the rest of them, hmm?” No! Sirius thought fiercely back, I'm not like them! “Well, well,” the voice responded, “if you're sure, let's have a look. You've got quite a good brain, oh yes. But not much patience to use it, hmm? Well in that case, better be… Gryffindor!”

This last word was bellowed aloud. Sirius froze, and a strange silence settled over the hall. But only for a moment. From the crowd of waiting first years, James Potter began to clap and whistle, and the Gryffindor table followed suit. “Save a spot for me, Sirius!” James called, “I'll be joining you soon!” Sirius felt a rush of gratitude for the other boy, and giddily hurried to the Gryffindor table, refusing to look at the Slytherins where he was sure Bellatrix was glaring holes into his head.

McGonagall called the next name. “Evans, Lily.” The redhead girl from the train marched up to the chair, and promptly the hat called “Gryffindor!”

“Fortescue, Alice.”

“Gryffindor!”

A Ravenclaw, two Hufflepuffs, then, “Lupin, Remus.”

The scrawny boy shuffled forward, looking every bit as scared as Sirius had been. He felt a surge of protectiveness towards Remus. He really was very small. The hat took a moment, then called out “Gryffindor!” Sirius grinned at Remus, and made room for him on the bench, motioning him over as McGonagall continued.

“Johnson, Sophie.”

“Slytherin!”

“Meadowes, Dorcas.”

“Hufflepuff!”

“Pettigrew, Peter.”

The hat took its time with Peter. Sirius guessed he might be going through the same struggle he had, if the pasty boy’s screwed up face was any indication. After nearly five minutes though the hat finally called out, “Gryffindor!” Remus and Sirius cheered along with the rest, and made room for him as well.

“Potter, James.”

The hat had barely touched his forehead before, “Gryffindor!” The Gryffindor table roared their approval, and James received many pats on the back on his way to sit beside Sirius.

“Snape, Severus.”

“Slytherin!”

“Figures the slime ball Severus would be a snake,” muttered Sirius. Remus snickered, “you mean Snivellus?” Sirius looked at the smaller boy for a moment, surprised at the clever humor, before joining James and Peter in loud laughter.

Slowly, the line of students to be sorted dwindled. They received two more girls at the Gryffindor table. As the last student, a dark haired girl now in Ravenclaw, took their seat, the students around Sirius turned to face towards the teacher’s table.

“Your brief attention, please.” A deep, kindly voice echoed through the hall. Professor Albus Dumbledore stood, his long white beard falling to his knees. “As headmaster, it is my pleasure to welcome our newcomers and welcome back old comments. As we are all eager to get to the feast, I only have a few words for you at this time. Fizzwidget, knucklebees, tartknocker. Enjoy!”

(I'm only posting bits of my story here, read the full thing on AO3, username Wordwyrm)

[thecosmicdancerr]

WORKS

❀Pretty Little Things

WIP -- 167k -- next ch. may 6 -- Dorlene, Marylily the lives of Mary Macdonald, Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, and Dorcas Meadowes; girlhood and life and death

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《✧》L'appel du Vide

WIP -- 12k -- no posting schedule -- Jegulus L'appel du Vide: the call of the void; the urge to engage in destructive behaviours during everyday life Regulus Black is just trying to do what he set out to: find the horcrux and destroy it. Instead, he's dragged into the mess that is the Marauders by four seventeen-year-olds from 1997.

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[fxreflyes]

Snippet Sunday

thank you so much for the tag @kaaaaaaarf!! <33 here’s a little snippet from the next ch of poor boy you’re bound to die - my marauders clue AU (which i am honestly a little shy to share on here).

Open tag for anyone who would like to share anything :)

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Miss White made a point to be the third of Mr. Boddy’s guests to arrive. She concluded that as the third, she would neither bear the uncomfortable silence that came with being the first, nor suffer through the awkward one-on-one conversation that the second would no doubt be faced with.

Parked in a shadowed spot where she could easily see as the other guests entered the manor, she contented herself with the thought that she had done all she could to be set to emerge from this evening unscathed. From how she had painstakingly quaffed her bob to curl to show the diamonds dripping from her ears to the beretta strapped to her thigh, she had been careful not to leave even the smallest detail to chance tonight. The only potential hiccup she couldn’t prepare for was that the white satin of her dress would be exceptionally conspicuous if bloodstained. There was nothing for it though, she had received a part to play, and she’d be damned if she didn’t play it to the hilt.

Besides, Dorcas Meadows had never been one to shrink away from a little blood.

If things went according to plan, there would be no blood to fret over anyways. The evening would simply run smoothly and safely and there would be no cause for any such concerns. Still, knowing that the first precaution to take before entering any precarious situation was to have a way to extricate oneself from it, Dorcas had arranged for her trusted colleague of nigh on thirteen years, to drive a getaway car.

If she were being honest about the whole matter, Dorcas would have admittedly preferred for his partner (in business and on occasion, pleasure) to have accompanied her, but he had a prior commitment trailing some member of parliament and really, she couldn’t fault him for being booked and busy - no one could do a hit and run like Evan Rosier.

Besides, even with skin littered with countless faded tattoos from a rather unsavory time in Russian prison, clothes shredded from the claws of his pet ferret, and altogether appearing about as reputable a rusted nail, there was no one she would trust more with her life than Barty Crouch Jr.

[z-eel]

Chapter Update:

Bury Me With My Regrets - CH 6

[this is a small snipit of my most recent chapter update]

BARTY POV | ROSEKILLER | WC : 395

cw: reference to past character death, reference to suicidal ideation, grief

Bury Me With My Regrets

"Thanks To The Moon"

What if he just stopped breathing?

He could do it. He could stop breathing and just lay there and rot, joining his friends, wherever they might be.

But then who would bury his body. He didn't want to stay in bed, he wanted to be next to Evan. Even in death he wanted to be next to Evan, but there was only one person who knew where Evan and Regulus were, where Pandora was.

There was a knock at the door.

“Uncle Barty, are you awake yet? Do you want to help me pack my things for school? Daddy's a bit preoccupied and told me it would be nice to stop by for a visit. I think he's trying to make friends with the gnomes.”

Lovely little Luna, always so sweet and caring. It didn't matter that he went days without answering her letters. She would always try to stop by and check on him.

“Uncle Barty? Could you open the door? It would be rather rude of me to enter without being invited in.”

She had a way of speaking that always made him feel like he was hearing something profound. The inflection of her voices always made it seem like he was dreaming. Made it possible to feel like he was floating without actually leaving.

It was an odd phenomenon. He didn’t think he would be able to find anything to ground him anymore.

“Uncle Barty, are you in there? Did you go out to visit Evan again?”

It was the sound of his name coming from that voice that got him to move.

Pandora had raised Luna to know the names of all of her friends. Dorcas Meadows, the Slytherin who taught her all her most powerful spells. Lily Evans, Head Girl, her first Gryffindor friend. Regulus Black, heir to house Black, who was much kinder than the world allowed him to be. Evan Rosier, a Slytherin who told no lies and Barty Crouch Jr., the Ravenclaw who she saw as her protector.

Luna knew them all. She knew the good, the bad and the downright unforgivable, and yet she spoke about them as if they were still the teenagers her mother had grown to love. As if she knew them when they weren't torn apart by the war.

It was the way she said his name with such care, such love.

read the entire chapter here ☆

[thebibutterflyao3]

Canon Facts of Dorcas Meadowes

**With Sources**

Biography: Dorcas Meadowes, female, witch, deceased

Mentioned: Identified in 1st Order of the Phoenix photo (OOTP, Ch. 10)

-Moody says she was killed personally by Voldemort (OOTP, Ch. 10)

Context: Voldemort killing Dorcas himself is seen as proof by the fandom that it was either a murder he took personally (perhaps a Slytherin choosing the Order?) or proof of her being a powerful witch.

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[incorrectmarauderquotes]

Remus: Sirius Black is seriously the biggest jerk on the face of the Earth.

Dorcas: How do you know him?

Remus: Oh, he's one of my best friends.

[dmorgndorffer]

full name: dorcas arinya meadows nicknames: dor, dee, cass, meadowes birthdate/age: february 17, 1960 / 24 gender & sexuality: female / bisexual nationality: english / english father and thai-english mother zodiac: aquarius mbti: infj moral alignment: chaotic good physical description: thin, pale skin that tans easily, a smattering of freckles across her face and shoulders, big moss green eyes, dark thick hair in a bob, blunt and messy bangs, split ends, white teeth, full lips, sloppy collared shirts, sweaters, flannel, stripes, denim, barrettes, minimal natural makeup, faintest hint of a cat eye eyeliner strengths: independent, passionate, loyal, intelligent, creative, fast-thinking, altruistic weaknesses: stubborn, reserved, quick to anger, unpredictable, sensitive, overactive brain schooling: hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry / gryffindor wand: 12”, rowan, phoenix feather, a bit springy boggart: your own corpse, decomposing, sad and alone; the very idea no longer being connected to your own body patronus: borzoi amortentia: leather, a crackling fire, lemon & sugar likes: flannel, rainy days, candles, the outdoors, hiking, her mum’s homemade thai cooking, red rooibos tea, kouign-amann, music, winter air, wizard’s chess dislikes: headaches, cold food, arseholes, pretenious attitudes, boring books, stubborn people (l o l even though she herself is stubborn), cruelty character parallels: rey (star wars), max caulfield (life is strange), jean grey (x-men), amélie poulain (amélie), daenerys targaryen (a song of ice and fire)

[mymoonss]

moons fic recs ‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅

en avant by bluerosebouquet

main ship : regulus black/james potter

background ship(s) : remus lupin/sirius black, marlene mckinnon/dorcas meadowes, & alice fortescue/frank longbottom

ch count : 31 ☆ word count : 166,811

rating : explicit

smut? : yes

summary & link under the cut!

Lily Evans dies too young, leaving a three-year-old and a destroyed husband behind.

A young man returns to London after many years, with no one and nothing but a love for ballet.

A friend group rallies around their sunlight, willing the flame not to die.

A story about grief, love lost, and love found.

(note from me: this doesn’t have any lily slander, and i will never recommend/read anything with it)

[merverse]

hello! i made some book covers for crimson rivers cause i was bored and ended up really liking them so here they are <3 im really proud about the first one tbh 

[marlmckitten]

[ Marlene and Lily giving dating advice to Dorcas ]

Marlene: Invite him to one of those 5-course meals, where its like $200 a person.

Lily: And tell him, I got it last time, when we got burger king, this one is on you.

[beauxbatcns]

Sirius: I wasn’t that drunk last night

Dorcas: You put a normal sized carrot in a bag of baby carrots and said “they need adult supervision”

[civilianrps]

LEGATUM POSTERS.

the nineteen parade edition.