#dorcas meadowes x reader

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marauders era p links (18+)

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part 2 out now!

REGULUS BLACK

regulus fingering you in his dorm

regulus bouncing you on his cock

JAMES POTTER

riding james when he visits you for summer break

james celebrating a quidditch win

james absolutely devouring you as if you were his last meal on earth (this is the hottest video)

james teasing you while you’re wearing his hoodie

james stuffing you full and showing how much you mean to him

james eating his pretty girl out

SIRIUS BLACK

sirius making his girl feel good

showing sirius what a good girl you are

69’ing with sirius

sirius using his long fingers to make you cum

morning fucks with sirius

sirius fucking you at your house

REMUS LUPIN

remus fucking your face

remus fucking you in the bathroom before a full moon

riding professor lupin

getting extra credit with professor lupin

BARTY CROUCH JR

bouncing on bartys cock

barty fucking the LIFE out of you

MARLENE MCKINNON

marlene riding the life out of you

marlene making you look in the mirror as she destroys you

marlene fingering you till you’re shaking

making a sex tape with marlene

marlene eating you out

making out with marlene

LILY EVANS

fucking lily with a d!ldo

intimate but intense foreplay with lily

fucking lily in the common room

sucking mommy’s tits like a good girl

roommate lily helping you out

car sex with lily

thanking lily for date night by eating her out

lily sitting on your face <3

using mommy’s tits to cum

MARY MACDONALD

mary bringing you to heaven with her fingers

mary sending you a video while you’re on a work trip

home alone with mary

fucking mary after coming home to her all dolled up

making mary cum

eating mary out by the pool

DORCAS MEADOWES

eating dorcas out till she’s whimpering

(doesn’t really look like dorcas but it’s hot so whatever) devouring dorcas on the kitchen counter

giving dorcas special treatment after a night out

dorcas riding you

RANDOM

marlene eating lily out to give her a break from studying

pansy parkinson riding the genuine life out of you

pandora, dorcas and barty having fun when the dorms are empty

foreplay with lily and nb partner (not RLLY p0rṉ)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF ANY DON’T WORK!!

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Hello, may i request a prompt "are we friends?" between f!reader and the slytherin skittles? Where the reader used to attend Ilvermorny but had trauma from it (like bullying and fallout with friends). So she doesn’t want to intrude on the friendship that the skittles already have. Oh and they’re all in their sixth year. Thank you 🙏

hi lovely, thank you for this cute concept<33 i didn't explicitly emphasise what your past at ilvermorny was to leave it dubious and open to every reader

Prompt: F.3 "Are we friends?"

Words: 2.2k

Warnings/tags: gn!reader, use of y/n, ilvermorny!reader (no specified nationality), implied troubled background at ilvermorny, mental illness/insecurity shown through reader's pov, odd friendship dynamics, found family, intended as platonic!slytherin skittles x reader but can be read as romantic if you want<3

You weren't entirely sure what happened.

One day you were being thrown into what felt like a wild zoo filled with any and every kind of person you could possibly imagine, clad in dark robes and chattering around in hundreds of different accents, and you were decidedly determined to isolate yourself away from the masses and live a solitary life at Hogwarts.

The next, you were sitting in the library and the same group of Slytherins that sat with you yesterday – and strangely the day before that, and the day before that – plopped down around you and made themselves at home. As if this was simply the norm, as if it was a given that their seat was the one beside you.

You weren't offended or uncomfortable, necessarily, but you were certainly... confused. You didn't mind them being there, yet their presences were strange to you and you could not make sense of this disconnect in your mind.

When you arrived at Hogwarts a month ago, you had felt nothing short of publicly humiliated when you were brought up to the Sorting Hat after the ocean of 11 year-olds had been passed through it for the past hour. It was apparently not a common occurrence that students transferred in from other schools, especially not Ilvermorny, and there was no protocol for how to handle it. Instead of taking your Ilvermorny house into consideration and putting you in the Hogwarts house that most closely resembled it, Dumbledore himself had decided that this jittery 7th year student go through the same process as everyone else.

McGonnagall had pitied you enough to grab your shoulder before you went up to whisper to you, "The hat is your friend, not foe, Mx. L/N. Do not fear it."

With entirely too many eyes on you, you climbed the steps and gingerly sat down on the seat. Unlike with the kids, the Sorting Hat fit you rather snuggly, leaving you unfortunately without the much sought after shelter of the brim.

You solved the solution by looking down in your lap, trying not to visibly startle when a voice spoke in your mind.

Transfer student, huh? Haven't had one of you in a while. Most certainly interesting...

You reminded yourself friend not foe and closed your eyes, trying to will the hat to be merciful and grant you reprieve. To put you in a house where you can get what you need – solitude, privacy, quiet. It was just a year. You could go through a year if you were just left alone.

To your shock – though perhaps it shouldn't have been – the hat responded to your thoughts.

What you need, you say? Well, I do believe I can help in that regard. Keep your mind open, dear one.

The next word the hat spoke was out loud, not in your mind – it yelled out "SLYTHERIN". At the time, you didn't know whether to be relieved, confused or terrified. Unbeknownst to you, a certain group of 7th year Slytherins sitting at the end of the long table had shared curious looks and wide grins upon the announcement.

Those Slytherins were the very same strewn around you today, on various furniture all surrounding the same large oak table that was almost invisible beneath all your parchments and books.

You were sitting on one end of a settee, legs crossed and wrists resting on the table, somewhat jittery. On the other side sat Regulus Black in a similar position, his face as impassive as ever and turned down into a book that you were quite confident was not in the curriculum. Opposite you on a similar sofa, Barty Crouch Jr. laid upside down, with his legs thrown over the back of the sofa and his neck craning in a way that simply could not be comfortable where it rested on the seat. Pandora Rosier was sitting cross-legged on the ground beside Barty's head, braiding a dozen tiny braids into his hair, mixing black and acid green strands together absentmindedly. Her twin brother Evan Rosier was pretending to ignore whatever Barty was talking about as he did his homework, but you could see how his ears were perked up. Lastly, Dorcas Meadowes sat on an armchair beside the settees, twirling her wand and looking every bit like she was thinking of something she shouldn't.

You would be the first to admit that they were interesting people. In another life, perhaps you would even spend time together on purpose – but now, above all else one might want to know about them, you wanted to know why they were here.

It had started by them making space for you on the Slytherin table that first day, and afterwards they always left an open space there. Not asking, not demanding; it was as if they were just assuming you would sit there. And you didn't know where else to sit, so you did. Then the same thing happened in your classes – you sat down at an empty table, and before you knew it, one of them was taking the empty seat beside you.

There was never any proper introductory conversation, never any invitation into a friendship, yet they found you everywhere. It was not as if they didn't talk to you when they were there, though; from the very beginning, they were cracking jokes with and around you and roping you into their odd conversations. Learning more about you as you went instead of interrogating you on the spot.

It was sudden and unexpected and you didn't know what to do about it.

"Then I told him precisely where he could shove it and– are you even listening to me?" Barty cut himself off to look accusatory at Evan, whose eyebrow was now quirked up while his eyes remained trained on his parchment.

"Hm?" Evan asked absentmindedly, though you were almost entirely sure it was just to rile the other boy up.

Evan was usually successful in such endeavors, and this was no exception, judging by the shrieking gasp that escaped Barty. "You absolutely bloody wanker, how dare you– this is a good story!"

"Maybe," Evan drawled. "But it lost its charm around the third time I heard it."

Barty whipped his head sideways to stare daggers into Evan. "Salazar's soggy balls, this is a new story, I swear." He then rolled his head backwards to look at you upside down, pinning you to the seat with the same accusatory tone. "You were listening to me, right, Drâga?"

You made a reluctant face. "Sorry, I didn't realise you were talking to me."

Barty let out a theatrical huff and threw his hands up in the air for effect, nearly hitting Pandora on the way, causing Evan to give his wrist a slap, still without looking. "Of course I was talking to you – I'm talking to you all. By Merlin, you're all awful friends."

Though Barty continued on with his grumbling, you felt frozen in place by his last word. Before you could think more of it, the words tumbled out of your mouth. "We're what now?"

Dorcas tilted her head to the side, looking between you and Barty. "Oh, he didn't mean it Y/N, he's just a loudmouthed arse. You're still getting used to it."

"I resent that." Barty pointed at Dorcas as he spoke before he grabbed one of Evan's parchments, curled it up into a ball and threw it at her. "I'll have you know, I'm a fucking delight."

You were unaffected by their banter, eyes still narrowed at the lot of them, trying to decipher and understand what the hell was going on.

"You're thinking hard." Regulus remarked from your right, finally looking up from his book. At his rare contribution to conversation, Evan and Pandora seemed to perk up as well, and you suddenly felt entirely too much like you were being stared down. It was worse than the Sorting Hat.

"I–" you began, but cut yourself off and pressed your lips together with furrowed brows. "You think we're friends?"

Whatever they expected your answer to be, that did not seem to be it, based on their empty gazes. Dorcas reared her head backwards just a little, while Barty did a full body spin to land him in a mostly-upright position on the sofa – this time Evan yanked Pandora out of reach of Barty's swinging legs.

"What do you mean, do I think we’re friends?" Barty questioned then, almost offended. "Don’t pull my leg, why else would we be here? Either way, what I was trying to say–"

Barty's rant was once again cut off, this time simply by Dorcas holding up one hand in his direction while her eyes remained dutifully trained on you. "Love, did you not think we're friends?" she asked. Her voice was so painfully gentle, so caring, that you wanted to shy away from it, to pack up your bag and run and hide.

You realised that that was not a possibility. Instead, you tried to shrug as casually as you could and not let your emotions show. "Well, why would we be? We don't know each other, do we?"

You dared a glance sideways to see Regulus looking at you with a seemingly unimpressed expression, but you saw the twitch in the corner of his mouth. Evan opposite you, though, was not hiding his wide grin whatsoever. "Don't we know each other, love?" he asked then, seemingly partially smug.

"Yeah, if you don't know me, that is because you lot of wankers never listen. But I most certainly know you, L/N." Barty gestured with his finger in your general direction, as if he was preaching, which Evan yet again slapped away – though in favour of pulling Barty closer into his side.

"You don't know me," you tried, voice shaky yet growing somewhat frustrated with the situation.

"Of course we do," Dorcas intercepted. "I know you loathe breakfast but adore dinner. I know you prefer tea over coffee, I know that you like the sweets from back home better than those from Honeydukes."

"And I know that you're ridiculously patient, both with randos you're paired up with in class and with us, your friends," Barty added with a deadpan. "I know your real laughter is a very cute snort. I know you dislike being pranked but enjoy watching them play out, which is why we never play them on you but always around you."

"You're kind and you're bloody bright," Evan said with a nod, as if this was a natural conclusion. “Your best subjects are all of my worst ones, which is a joy. Watching your passion for them is the most enjoyable, though.”

"And you're peculiar just like us." Pandora finally spoke up with a smile on her lips and a glint in her eye. "That's why we go so well together – we're the same."

At some point in their conversation with you, your mouth fell open as you listened to them recount everything they had picked up about you over the past few weeks. The moment didn't feel real, it felt fabricated by some awfully optimistic and naive six year old still living in your mind, one that was readily crushed long before your transfer. You didn't realise they had noticed you so much.

You're brought out of your stupor by Regulus' quill being poked into your side, demanding your attention. You turned your head to find the twitch of his lip had turned into a small, knowing smile. "Even if we don't know everything about where you've been, we know who you are. You don't need to tell us anything for us to understand that."

"Yeah, what he said!" Barty exclaimed with glee, kicking his feet up onto the sofa as he leaned his entire weight on Evan.

“Even before we knew anything about you, we were friends.” Pandora was looking out through a window, seemingly in thought and awfully happy at being so. “In a way, we’ve always been friends, I suppose. When it just works like this.” 

You weren’t always sure you understood what Pandora meant, but this time, you felt it in your heart.

"Sorry love, but you're kind of stuck with us now. Should have sat with someone else on your first day." Dorcas shot you a wink at that, and something in your chest seemed to snap into place.

Even when you were asking an awkward question, the atmosphere never changed – there was no pity here, no judgment, just... kinship.

Friendship.

At last, you let a smile begin to bloom from within you, one which you immediately saw reflected back at you in your five new friends.

"No, actually, I don't think I should have."

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lowkey makes me sad sometimes because I feel like all the female fictional characters I love get wayyyy less love, recognition, fics/fanart than their male counterparts and it sucks!!

I’m victim of it too sometimes but like where is more love for the marauders girlies? Lucy Gray Baird? Johanna Mason? They’re all so iconic and all these fandoms don’t talk about it enough!!

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Caitlyn Kiramman — coming home to you after work.

Caitlyn Kiramman — she’ll always go back to Vi in the end.

Caitlyn Kiramman — she’s jealous of a girl at the bar.

Caitlyn Kiramman — (Attempted) birthday breakfast in bed.

Caitlyn Kiramman — Cruise Vacation.

Caitlyn Kiramman — Your big sister.

Jinx — you meet her at a Kiramman family dinner. (Modern AU, everyone lives.) (Kiramman!user)

Jinx — Your childhood best friend finds you again.

Jinx — princess treatment.

Jinx — I heard it was someone’s birthday! (Modern!college AU)

Jinx — actress!jinx AU

Jinx — Just a taste. (Vampire!jinx)

Powder — countdown until your birthday.

Vi — She sneaks topside to see you. (Everyone lives) (Piltoveran!user)

Vi — You reunite with your childhood best friend.

Vi — new parents.

Vi — she won’t let you work on your birthday.

Criminal Minds

Elle Greenaway — Elle distracts you during a boring date.

Emily Prentiss — It’s hard being casual.

Emily Prentiss — you’re shy so Emily orders for you.

Spencer Reid — He just wants to protect you. (Daughter!user)

Spencer Reid — You’re scared of adulthood. (Daughter!user)

Spencer Reid — You visit Spencer after a year on the road.

Encanto

Isabela Madrigal — Secret relationship.

Luisa Madrigal — you refuse to let her lift things for you.

Luisa Madrigal — Wedding nerves.

Marauders era

Dorcas Meadowes — Dorcas is a poet and you’re her muse. (Fame!au)

Dorcas Meadowes — you’ve got a crush on your potions tutor.

Lily Evans — avoiding the paparazzi with drummer!lily. (fame!au)

Lily Evans — having a picnic with girlfriend!lily.

Marlene McKinnon — doing bassist!marlene’s eyeliner. (Fame!au)

Marlene McKinnon — you’re Marlene’s shy girlfriend

Mary McDonald — helping singer!Mary with a song. (Fame!au)

Pandora Rosier — you’re a designer and Pandora is a model.

Regulus Black — academic rivals to lovers.

Remus Lupin — cuddling with Remus and your daughter.

Sirius Black — vampire!boyfriend!sirius feeding from you.

Wolfstar — you’re at art school, missing your dads.

Marvel

Gwen Stacy — Gosipping with your big sister over FaceTime.

Peter Parker — helping out spider-man.

Peter Parker — patching up boyfriend!peter.

S.W.A.T

Chris Alonso — You’re Chris’s artsy girlfriend.

Chris Alonso — Chris meets your son. (Singlemom!user)

Chris Alonso — Show at home! (Femme!popstar!user)

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Hater? I hardly know her

Barbies: Dorlene x you (more so Marlene and you dating and Dorcas lusting from afar)

Word: 1.6k

Summary: Dorcas hates you and your girlfriend but is it actually hatred or just misspelled horniness

Warnings: YOU WEAR A SKIRT AND GREEN LACE UNDERWEAR no genital or gendered pronouns or words used though, you flash a crowd and shake ass, Marlene is Marlene, Dorcas is pissed you guys are so hot, you and Marlene are very comfy with pda, tabletop dancing, broom closet shenanigans, I sleepy I think that's it, definitely not inspired by Lunch by Billie I don't even know where you would get that idea from you're crazy you're acting crazy rn

Dorcas hated you. And your stupid girlfriend, Marlene. At first, she just thought you were both pretty and then she realized how fucking annoying you both were. Was it truly necessary for Marlene to flirt with her during quidditch practice? Did you really have to wink at her every time you made eye contact? Not to mention the fact that you two were so far down each other’s throats all the time she was shocked either of you knew it was day. She hated that you were both so attractive and knew it. You both needed the strongest serving of humbling she has ever prescribed. Dorcas decided that’s exactly what she would do, humble y’all bitch asses.

Every time Marlene flirted, Dorcas insulted her. As harsh as she could. She snarled at you every time you looked at her. However, this seemed to backfire. Her rudeness seemed to make you both like her more. Marlene was even more flirtatious and you tried multiple times to start a conversation with her. She hated the both of you with a strong passion.

You and Marlene picked up on her bad vibes. You both just assumed that you had done something wrong. Your attempts to rectify the problem only seemed to make it worse. Marlene wasn’t a quitter. She decided you all would become friends or more if it was the last thing she did.

With the latest quidditch win under the Slytherin’s belt, Dorcas was excited for the following party. Barty had triple her excitement, he loved parties. The crowd gave him attention, unlike his father, and booze. Barty also liked kissing his boyfriend in the dim lighting. Evan enjoyed parties in the way someone might enjoy baking; it’s nice every once in a while, gets tiresome if frequent, and you get a treat at the end. While he didn’t get a cookie at the end of every party he did get an extra cuddily Barty. Pandora enjoyed them less. They were quite loud and she preferred to stare out the giant glass wall to watch the fish. If Pandora’s enjoyment of parties was in the basement then Regulus’ enjoyment of parties was in hell. He hated them. Too loud, too many people, too much B.O., terrible music, and stupid people became stupider with alcohol. Normally within the first hour Regulus and Pandora had snuck off to the Black Lake, party be damned.

Dorcas was enjoying her time at their party, glad her hard work in practice paid off. She danced with Evan and Barty. There was a massive grin across her face. Until she heard cheers on the other side of the room. Not an odd thing, usually means someone did a fancy trick with their dancing or someone fell, but something about these cheers made her uneasy. Dorcas scanned the crowd, snagging on the two heads over the others. You and fucking Marlene. Dorcas was a hater through and through. As a verified hater, she knows if you want to do it right you have to see your victims’ highest point so you can bully them as it happens.

Dorcas left Barty and Evan, weeding through the crowd. Eventually, she was standing right up against the coffee table you and your girlfriend were dancing on. It was sickening how good you both looked. People shouldn’t be more attractive just because they were standing on a piece of furniture. Marlene was standing behind you, her hands traveling more than they should in such a public space. Your arms were stretched over Marlene’s shoulders, your back pressed to her chest with your head thrown back. One of Marlene’s hands was resting just under your belly button while the other was on the side of your neck. Marlene’s head was turned to your neck. All the while both your hips were moving with the beat.

Your position reminded Dorcas of a vampire and their lover who is also into biting. She snarled at the thought of you both enjoying this. As if she sensed her hatred, Marlene's eyes shot open, meeting Dorcas’ immediately. Dorcas clenched her jaw and tilted her head up. Dorcas saw a flash of Marlene’s grin pressed to your neck before she pulled back. You pulled away from each other, somehow dancing apart was more attractive than together. Dorcas didn’t think much while watching the both of you prance on top of your lofty 16-inch tall coffee table. Well not much other than ‘fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou’.

With the new song, you both seemed to regain your lust for one another, meeting each other in the middle of the table. Your hands were grabbing and pulling each other, hitching the hems of clothing up just an inch. Dorcas wasn’t sure which one of you she hated more. Marlene with her band shirt and tight leather shorts. Or you with your stupid short skirt, and shirt that was very shirty. Dorcas was losing her vocabulary that’s how bad your dancing was, defentily wasn’t Marlene’s ass peaking out the bottom of her shorts.

Before Dorcas’ mind could catch each of your movements you were bending over right in front of her. Marlene flicked your skirt up, though it was already very revealing. Marlene leaned foreward and rested her elbows on your back before dropping one hand to sit in front of one elbow while her other hand held up her face. Marlene made a bored face while she shook back and forth from your hip movements. Dorcas wanted to be better than the boys cheering and screaming behind her but your ass was fully in her face. She glanced, not stared, fine she glanced for a long time. Dorcas commited the image to her memory.

You had on green lacey underwear. It made her eye twitch. Even worse, it was a little difficult to see with all the shaking but she noticed a slightly faded hickey to the left, and on the right side avoiding the hem of your underwear was her jersey number. Drawn around it were tiny little hearts that looked eerily similar to the ones she saw Marlene doodle on her page.

Unfortuentually Fortuneally, it ended quickly. Marlene stood up. She slapped your ass. Dorcas noticed how for a split second she squeezed it. You took this less as an offense and more as a signal, standing up and spinning around. You glanced down at Dorcas, winking at her before pulling Marlene in to you. You must've gotten bored with dancing because you jumped off the table. You helped Marlene get off the table before you both dissapeared into the crowd.

Dorcas returned to where she left Barty and Evan, finding them making out next to a wall. Dorcas gripped the back of Barty’s shirt, pulling him back. Barty whined. Dorcas sighed, slipping between the two of them.

“I just got flashed.” Evan groaned.

“Someone I know?” Evan asked. Dorcas shook her head.

“It unfortunately was a little hot.” She muttered, hoping it got drowned out by the music. Barty sloppily patted her shoulder in sympathy.

“The worst kind of flashing,” Barty said, a little too loud in Dorcas’ ear.

With the party slowly dragging on, she started to notice the lack of you and Marlene. Dorcas wanted to judge you vocally to your face how could she do that with you not here? She assumed you both left, maybe flashing a whole crowd was enough for one night. Dorcas watched in disappointment as a rowdy student flung a glass vase at the wall. She sighed as she left the commonroom to get a dustpan, already envisioning someone weilding a shard as a weapon. Dorcas swung the broom closet door open. She froze when she saw you and Marlene.

Marlene had your back pressed against the wall. Her lipstick was smeared across your mouth and neck. Dorcas glanced down. Marlene’s hand was shoved down your green underwear, the fabric bunching around Marelene’s wrist. Dorcas let out a deep sigh, ignoring you both staring at her. She reached around Marlene pulling out the broom and dustpan.

“You can join.” you whispered. Dorcas paused, slowly flickering her eyes to you. She thought about it more than she should’ve. A quiet moment passed before she quickly spoke up.

“Ew, no.”

“You sure? We can go to not a broom closet.” Marlene offered, her hand slowly slipping up to your belly button. Dorcas stared at you both.

“Are you guys serious?” She made a snarl but the more she thought of her jersey number on your right ass cheek and Marlene’s hands traveling on her body the more she started to lose her strength.

“Deadly.”

“No, I’m Marlene.” You smacked Marlene’s shoulder. Dorcas shivered at Marlene’s bad joke.

“You’re absolutely insane if you think I’d ever sleep with you dickheads, I do have a few standards.” Dorcas said, rolling her eyes. Marlene grinned at her. You stared at her with those stupid convincing puppy eyes.

“Would you join if we said pretty please with sugar on top?” Marlene asked. Dorcas reached out and bonked her on the head with the dustpan.

“Pretty please with sugar on top?” You flashed Dorcas your pretty smile that made her give you the answers to a test months ago. Dorcas stared up at the ceiling letting out the groanest groan of all time before meeting eyes with you both again.

“I’ll consider it.” Marlene quickly raised her hand for a high five, your skirt falling back down. You shook your head. Marlene switched hands, and you happily high-fived her.

”Hey Cassy, why did you-“ Barty paused as his head popped over the edge of the door. He looked between you three. You awkwardly waved. Dorcas patted his shoulder, handing him the broom and dustpan.

“We’ll talk. Soon.” Dorcas said, winking at you on her way out the door. She shut it behind herself, pushing Barty back towards the commonroom. Dorcas most definitely did not hear Marlene squeal as she left and she was most definitely not cut out for the hating business.

[scarred0and-starry]

The Valkyries-Love Languages

AN: back again to finish this prompt up with the girls! this writing style feels quite a bit different than what I did for the lads but I think I'm going to stick to this, It flows much better and is more detailed to me, hopefully it's alright. enjoy!

-starly ☆

Lily J. Evans Acts of service.

Lily is the mum friend, whether she’ll admit it or not. She’s the one with the book you didn’t know you needed, or potion ingredients you forgot to gather. It’s not her duty--just who she is. Anything to lighten the load, put a smile on your face, is more than enough for her.

“I love you but you’re running around like a fwooper with its head cut off. I don’t know why you waited so long to pack, we’re off tomorrow for Merlin’s sake.”

Marlene’s voice cut through the chaos, bemused, but fond as she lounged on her bed, Mary perched in her lap. You groan dramatically from underneath the large four poster bed, where you’d crawled to gather more of your things.

“I was stressed out with exams! I wanted to relax afterwards and now I’ve left myself with this load of bollocks!”

“Right, because cramming in a week of pranks with the boys is such a relaxing pastime,” Mary teased, her voice muffled by laughter. Marlene snorted in agreement. Your protests were interrupted by the creak of the dormitory door and familiar footsteps approaching. You didn’t need to look to know who it was.

“Still alive under there, my love?” Lily’s voice was warm, threaded with quiet amusement.

“Lil—SHIT!” In your haste to crawl out from underneath bed, you smacked your head against the frame with a resounding thud. You stayed there for a moment, flat on your back, blinking at the redhead who leaned over you with a bemused smile.

“Alive,” you muttered, wincing. “Not well.” Lily knelt, extending a hand to help you up. She didn’t let go once you were seated, her grip steadying amidst the chaos. “Maybe if you’d spent a little less time scheming with the lads, you wouldn’t be in this mess?” You groaned, flopping backward onto your bed. “Probably. But you have to admit, the Great Hall beach prank? Iconic.”

“Iconic,” Lily deadpanned, though her lips twitched. “Come on, let me help. You’ve been at this all day, and I’m free.”

“But my things—”

“I’ve got it,” she insisted, nudging you toward the door. “You need to breathe. Go terrorize someone else for a while.”

Reluctantly, you grabbed your wand. “Accio shoes!” The pair zoomed into your hands as you tugged them on, sparing Marlene and Mary a quick goodbye. But before you made it far, Lily’s voice stopped you.

“Excuse me?” She stood with her arms crossed, head tilted in mock indignation.

Grinning, you turned back and swept her into a flurry of kisses, your laughter mingling with hers. It was only after she shooed you down the corridor that she let herself relax, watching as you disappeared with an energy she couldn’t quite understand but loved all the same.

Smiling softly to herself, she began to fold a stray jumper. “What am I going to do with them?”

Mary and Marlene just smile.

Mary MacDonald Gift giving.

Mary MacDonald’s love language is gift-giving, though she’s far from flashy about it. It’s the quiet thoughtfulness behind every token that makes it so distinctly her. Whether it’s a neatly pressed flower tucked into your book, your favorite chocolate left on your pillow after a rough day, or a scarf she knitted during the long winter evenings, each gift is a little piece of her heart. She sees you. She sees you.

Mary never needed grand gestures to show her love. It was in the little things, the moments you might not even notice at first. Like the time she slipped a bundle of quills onto your desk when yours kept snapping under the pressure of exams. Or the way she always seemed to have a stash of your favorite biscuits ready, wrapped in parchment with a note that read, “just because.”

After a particularly grueling day, you walked into the dorm and spotted a small box sitting on your bed. You opened it to find a charm bracelet, simple and delicate, with a single charm—a tiny star. A small note was tucked inside. “You seemed tired today. Thought you could use a reminder that you shine even when you don’t feel it. Love, Mary."

You smiled softly to yourself, slipping the bracelet onto your wrist. When you looked up, Mary was sitting cross-legged on her bed, eyes flicking over the pages of a book, though you could tell she was waiting for your reaction.

"Mary, this is—" you started, shaking your head in disbelief.

She glanced up, her cheeks heating up just a little. "You seemed like you needed a little something. You’ve been running on empty the past few days."

"How do you always know?" you teased, walking over to sit beside her.

Mary shrugged, a small smile playing at her lips as she closed her book. "You talk in your sleep sometimes," she teased back, nudging you lightly with her shoulder.

You laughed, leaning in to kiss her softly. "I don’t know how I ever managed without you. Thank you darling. Really."

She leaned her head against yours, her voice soft as she whispered, "I just want to remind you that you’re worth it, even on the tough days."

You didn’t need more words. With her, there was nothing to prove—just the comfort of knowing she understood you in ways that only the quiet, thoughtful gestures could express.

Marlene McKinnon Physical touch.

Marlene McKinnon’s love language is physical touch, pure and simple. After a particularly brutal Quidditch match—her hair tangled with wind and sweat, bruises blooming on her skin, and the roar of the crowd still echoing in her ears—she doesn’t need words. She doesn’t even need healing spells right away. What she craves is you. The quiet warmth of your embrace, the grounding press of your hand in hers, the way you tuck her against your chest as if shielding her from the world. In those moments, nothing else matters. The pain dulls, the adrenaline fades, and all she can feel is you. Every crash, bruise, and aching muscle is worth it—because it always brings her back to this.

The crowd had roared when Marlene caught the Quaffle mid-dive, her body twisting with impossible grace, but all she felt now was the dull ache of impact. The game had been brutal—bludgers flying too close, tackles that left bruises blooming across her skin—but it was over. The victory felt hollow against the bone-deep exhaustion settling into her frame.

By the time she stumbled into the common room, the adrenaline had worn off entirely. And there you were, perched on the arm of the sofa, looking up from a book the moment she entered. Marlene didn’t say anything, just crossed the room in a few strides and melted into your arms, burying her face in their neck.

“You okay?” you murmur, fingers already tangling in her hair.

“Mm,” she mumbled, nodding faintly. Words weren’t what she needed—just this. Just the warmth of your body anchoring hers, the way your hand slid down to her waist to hold her steady. She shifted to press her weight more firmly against you, sighing deeply as the tension began to ebb away.

You chuckle softly, tossing your book to the nearest surface. “Rough game?”

“You could say that,” she replied, voice muffled. She pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, her lips twitching into a tired smile. “But I’ve got you. That’s all I need right now.”

And she leaned in again, letting the world fade away as your arms wrapped tighter around her.

Dorcas Meadowes Acts of service

Dorcas Meadowes’ love language is acts of service. She doesn’t always have the words to express how she feels, but her actions speak louder than anything she could say. Whether it’s fixing a broken broomstick when you’ve had a tough day or quietly taking on extra chores to lighten your load, Dorcas shows her love in the way she anticipates the needs of those around her. For her, love isn’t about grand declarations; it’s about being there.

Dorcas never made a big deal out of things. She wasn’t one for showy gestures or dramatic declarations of love. Instead, she showed her affection in quiet, meaningful ways.

After a long day of classes, you walked into the common room, exhausted, and found Dorcas bent over a stack of papers. Her brow furrowed as she scribbled notes, but she immediately looked up when she noticed you. "Hey, you look wiped," she said, pushing the papers aside and standing. "You didn’t eat anything at lunch, did you?"

You opened your mouth to protest, but she was already up, rummaging through the cabinets for snacks. "I thought so," she muttered to herself as she found a small jar of honey and a piece of bread, handing them to you. "Sit. Eat."

You took the food from her with a smile, watching her busy herself, pulling out a blanket and spreading it across the couch. She sat down next to you, wordlessly handing you a cup of tea before settling in close, her shoulder brushing against yours.

"You didn’t have to do all this," you said softly, feeling the weight of her thoughtfulness sink in. "You’ve got your own stuff to do, too."

She shrugged, a gentle smile on her lips. "You looked like you needed someone to just… take care of you for a bit. Besides," she added with a small laugh, "this is more my speed than all the talking anyway."

You leaned into her, feeling the steady warmth of her presence, and for once, you didn’t need anything more than that. In her quiet way, Dorcas always seemed to know exactly what you needed.

[they-call-me-whiskey]

HP masterlist

golden trio era

coming soon...

marauders era

Lily Evans

unspoken - the ache of wanting more than just friendship.

Sirius Black

all the grand gestures - every grand gesture feels like a lie.

all the bitter truths - knowing the truth doesn’t make it hurt any less.(Part 2 of atgg)

[mrsarnold]

and when you go away, i still see you . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

📜 ; smut

🕯️ ; fluff

🥐; angst

- hermione granger :

send reqs !

- harry potter :

send reqs !

pansy parkinson :

send reqs !

luna lovegood :

send reqs !

ron weasley :

send reqs !

marlene mckinnon :

send reqs !

james potter :

send reqs !

lily evans :

send reqs !

dorca meadowes :

send reqs !

pandora lovegood :

send reqs !

mary macdonald :

send reqs !

lmk who else to add

[talesof-old]

okay so i’m changing the way my requests work a little bit

here’s the schedule

Slutty Sundays - smut requests, headcanons, and the like. On this day, I’ll answer asks related to smut

Tuesdays - angsty anything will be answered (this will probably flow into Wednesdays)

Fridays - fluff asks will be answered (this will probably also go over into Saturdays)

feel free to send me anything!! thoughts, headcanons, requests, all of it !!

[alluringwaves]

DORCAS MEADOWES.

“It takes Voldemort himself to kill Dorcas. Though she manages to take quiet a few of his followers down with her.”

— Marauders Era

[seventiesdeadgaywizards]

hey! i’m actually moving tomorrow so if anyone wants to request anything that will be published by tomorrow nows the time to do it! here’s what i write ❤️

x reader:

sirius black x reader

james potter x reader

remus lupin x reader

marlene mckinnon x reader

lily evans x reader

mary macdonald x reader

regulus black x reader

dorcas meadowes x reader

pandora lestrange/rosier x reader

ships:

barty x evan

regulus x james

marlene x dorcas

mary x lily

sirius x remus

barty x james

pandora x lily

mary x pandora x lily

these are just ones i’m most comfortable with but if you request others i’ll probably do them anyways! thank you and appreciate you

[spiderfunkz]

shine → send me a prompt / trope / or au + a character and i'll make a moodboard out of it!

aquarium date with dorcas<33

— . ♡ aquarium date with dorcas

candid photos. holding hands. looking at all the different sea animals. cheek kisses. watching the jellyfishes. rambling about the different fishes. sharing earphones. buying matching shark plushies and keychains.

[crescenthistory]

do you write headcanons?? if so, i would love to see your take on how the skittles would react to their s/o walking into a slytherin party looking SMASHING

i do! especially for the skittles, the lomls<3 i have never written for pandora before, but her part came so naturally to me and now i might be in love. so um, thank you for that revelation anon!

characters: barty, evan, regulus, dorcas, pandora

warnings: this will contain implied smut and suggestive material, so mdni please. drinking, hogwarts uni au, slight d/s dynamics if you squint. reader wears skirts/dresses, but no pronouns are used.

how would the skittles react to you entering a party looking your absolute best?

barty

would be by your side in a heart-beat -> no matter where he was in the room when you walked in, the second he spots you, his arm is slung over your shoulders

angles his upper body slightly away from you, though, just enough to look down and truly take in your form

"gorgeous, you shouldn't have"

"thank you"

"no i mean, you shouldn't have, now we have to leave the party before it's even started"

despite wishing to have you all to himself, if you wanted to stay he would be more than happy to of course. he considers it part of the foreplay.

and he would want to show you off 100%

not out of jealousy, but rather pure pride -> i mean look at you

barty doesn't strike me as the type of person who would be jealous over you looking good, it only makes him that much more smug. in fact, i think he would LOVE being able to parade you around, showing the world that this fine specimen is his

if you let him, he would drag you into some corner to properly greet you, making sure to leave marks on your necks where others could see -> again, showing off

will not hold back his flirtatious and even salacious comments throughout the night, especially if there is drinking involved

"you look good enough to eat" with a wolfish grin

"baby you have no idea what you're doing to me"

this man is not opposed to pda, so if you are, you will have to drag him somewhere private regularly, because any visible piece of skin will have his hand and preferably mouth on it the longer you stay, even if you are in the middle of a conversation with someone else

when the night is over, your outfit discarded on the floor and you're both satisfied with celebrating the night, barty would 100% try and put it on himself

especially if it was some miniskirt/minidress number

if he's lucky, you'll grow half as hungry seeing him in the little outfit as he was and pull him back into your grasp

evan

his eyes would find you from the moment you enter the room and would not leave you for even a second

evan is quiet and stoic in his lusting yearning, but that does not mean he is subtle. he's not wolfish with howling like barty would be, but there is something definitively animalistic in how he looks at you

it is a dark kind of look that both consumes and excites you, one where you – knowing him better than almost anyone – can tell exactly what he's feeling

anyone who was trying to converse with him before you entered are now essentially talking to a brick wall. his attention is elsewhere.

he drags his eyes up and down your form, committing the outfit to memory, how it looks against your skin, how it holds your form.

every single detail will be hoarsely whispered in your ear in reverence the second he gets you alone -> you will know exactly what did him in, exactly what you do to him

he's already planning out that interaction breath by breath to keep calm when you waltz up to him

if you take your place in his lap, his arms will be around you in a heartbeat, holding you as close as possible

if you try an tease him by standing above him, he will not hesitate to drag you down to him

feeling his hot skin on yours and seeing his hooded eyes up close would kill any part of you determined on teasing him

you're both in it for the night

regulus

would be absolutely dumbstruck from the moment you enter the room and his eyes lands on you

he had been watching the door anxiously waiting for your arrival, not finding the party nearly as enjoyable as he knew he would once it was filled with your laughter

reg was already imagining a night with you and your beaming smile and perhaps crude jokes, even if they were at his expense, excitement building while waiting for you

exactly what you wanted

when i tell you this man's jaw is on the floor when he catches your figure, all that composition and self-control thrown out the window as his eyes all but ravages you

if he was holding something before he saw you, he is definitively not anymore

after a moment of astounded silence as you just smirk and take in the look on his face, i think his legs would carry him towards you without thinking

his mind only catches up with him when he is close enough to smell your perfume, almost closing his eyes at the comforting scent

"you-" he tries, but sputters over his words, mentally kicking himself – how does the poet not know how to put his feelings into words?

then again, how he feels right now is beyond even the greatest philosopher, that he is certain

"i know baby," you whisper to him before dragging him into a deep kiss

right where you are stood, in the middle of a party with both of your close friends in attendance. a situation that might have otherwise mortified him, but now he can't do anything but groan in gratitude and pull you flush against him by the small of your back

one of his hands gravitates to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling loosely in the strands of hair he finds there

you smile against his mouth at the feeling of him reverent and pliant beneath your touch

this is exactly what you envisioned when you got ready tonight

dorcas

would look you up and down from where she's sitting by the entrance and say coyly "isn't that my skirt, l/n?"

to which you'd of course reply "absolutely. i wanted to return the feeling of seeing me in it. isn't it consuming?"

dorcas is the type to lick her lips and press them together to avoid a smile, but her hungry eyes can't be suppressed

the chase is what dorcas loves the most. there will be no dragging you off to deal with you in private. she will dance around you the whole night, riling you up with her words and actions as much as you're riling her up with your outfit

"all this for me, gorgeous?"

"i will show you exactly how much i love this little outfit of yours"

a hand on your hip with her thumb hooked underneath the hem of your skirt -> not noticeable to anyone as you stand side by side, but it burns embers on your skin

leaning in close to your face with a grin to listen to you talk, eyes anywhere but on yours

leaning in close to your ear, as if she's going to whisper something to you, but instead lightly grazing it with her lips -> or even teeth, if your jewelry allows for it

nails. they're always lightly scratching you wherever she's touching you, not enough to hurt, just the perfect pressure to make you shiver. a promise

you two are never without each other the whole night, doing rounds around the party

except for when a song you two have listened to when in private comes on, and you let your hands trail out of dorcas to walk backwards onto the dance floor and sway your hips to it

you twirl around, looking at her over your shoulder through your hair

dorcas would sweat

it wouldn't take her long to join you out there though, holding your body close to hers as her hands travels all around to truly appreciate your outfit

the world melts away and all you know is just the warmth dorcas provides, the tingling through your veins from alcohol and her attention and her soft lips on yours

luckily, dorcas was ambitious and cunning as per usual, and bribed her dorm mates to sleep elsewhere tonight because that dance floor would be moved upstairs not soon thereafter

pandora

would end up flustering you more in return with how she reacted to your getup than you were able to fluster her with it

i personally often headcanon pandora as ace in some regard, but i also view her as a very observant person who loves to play around with her friends and partners in different capacities

she is amazing with patterns, and when she sees your stunning outfit that reveals more than you normally would dare at a party paired with your sly grin, she understands what game you want to play

and pandora never loses

she would come up to you and greet you sweetly, a hug and a kiss on the cheek -> just barely avoiding your lips, missing them by a mere millimeter and pulling back before you can chase for more

absolute tease

she would drown you in compliment after compliment

specific ones too, she is never one to miss a detail, especially not with you

"those earrings are new, aren't they? you've never worn them around me before, they are absolutely gorgeous. they match your eyes and brings out that lovely smile of yours."

"you noticed?" you would gulp, her own grin just too large and encompassing for your heart to handle

"i notice everything about you, trinket"

oh yes, i think she would layer it on thick with nicknames you might have otherwise grown embarrassed from, but now, paired with the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice, only flusters you more

we're talking trinket, bunny, cookie, honey, beautiful, poppet, crystal, angel, etc.

it is when she adds the my before it that you're truly done for

"you are so gorgeous in this light, my crystal. green really is your colour, i've always known"

you would be the one to grow needy throughout the night, trying to get closer and closer to her, get her hands on you in any way

pandora would just smile wider, knowing she's got you in the palm of her hand - and that means she is the luckiest girl in the room

[msmk11]

How I Think Each Marauder Would Cuddle You :)

🫶

James Potter

- This man is ALL about physical touch, so I fully believe he will pick the cuddle position that allows for the most contact.

- And what might that be? Laying fully on top of you with his head buried in your neck.

- I don’t care that this man is big and buff, he’s throwing his whole body weight on you.

- Only shifts a little when you tell him that your limbs are literally going numb.

- But even then, he’s still alllll over you.

Sirius Black

- Little spoon, need I say more?

- Baby just needs to be held after being touch starved for so many years.

- I also don’t think he’s shy to admit it either.

- He loves to feel so wrapped up and safe in your arms, knowing you’re always there.

- If he is the big spoon, which is rare, he’ll definitely cling to your back like a koala bear.

Remus Lupin

- I don’t know why, but I’m certain Remus likes to lay face to face with your arms wrapped around each other.

- He loves to watch you fall asleep, getting so soft and precious.

- Also, when you’re in this position, you kiss and trace his scars, which makes him feel a little less insecure.

- It’s just so intimate, and I think Remus rarely indulges in this side of himself. But for you? He loves it.

- This also means you wake up every morning to him peppering your face with kisses :)

Peter Pettigrew

- During the day, I’m certain Peter would cuddle in any position. But at night, he can’t stand cuddling.

- He still needs your touch, but he also likes to spread out in starfish position.

- At all times though, one of his legs would be hooked over yours or vice versa.

- He also definitely holds your hand as you two fall asleep.

- Really likes it when you trace little circles into his skin as he falls asleep.

Lily Evans

- Definitely prefers you in between her legs with your head on her chest or stomach.

- Needs your arms wrapped around her at ALL times.

- Lily also really, really likes playing with your hair. It soothes her (and feels really good for you.)

- If she’s having a really bad day, you definitely switch roles and cuddle her.

- Encourages you to burrow under her shirt, sweater, etc. and share the neck hole to be as close as possible.

Marlene McKinnon

- Really likes being “pet.”

- The cuddle position doesn’t really matter to her as long as you’re doing something- scratching her head, rubbing her shoulders, trailing your hands up and down her back, etc.

- SUPER touchy and clingy.

- Her arms and legs will be wrapped around you any time you cuddle.

- This isn’t necessarily cuddling, but she always needs to be touching you.

Dorcas Meadowes

- A major fan of having you curled into her side.

- She really likes to lay on her back, so it’s nice when you rest your head on her shoulder/chest.

- One of her arms will always be wrapped around you.

- The other hand is preoccupied by you, who likes to play with her fingers.

- So many forehead kisses in this position.

Mary MacDonald

- Babes is really touchy and desperate for skin to skin.

- Really likes to lay half on top of you, one of her legs in between yours and her head on your chest.

- Is always smattering kisses all over your body- chest, collarbone, shoulder, face, wherever.

- Typically sticks her hand up your shirt to rest it on your stomach.

- She feels so safe in your arms that she falls asleep basically whenever you cuddle.

Regulus Black

- Takes a super long time to get him to be comfortable with cuddling.

- Will NEVER admit that he wants to be the little spoon, but he does.

- Takes literal ages to get him to say it out loud.

- Until then, he’ll always be the big spoon.

- But somehow, he always wakes up in the morning as the little spoon.

[wednesdaynn]

i'm about a third of the way into my Dorlene fanfiction: chapter 1.

you can find the prologue on AO3 under the name wednesdaypoetry and it's called Enter wild fire.

it's sort of canon compliant, but you know Dorcas and Marlene smooch in this.

so im gonna throw a little sneak peak in here

“‘round nine, I suppose some of them’ll be late.” Sirius and Remus, now that he’s occasionally spending the night at each other's place, you can’t expect them to show up on time. Remus always follows suit with a red face and Sirius with a proud expression, a smirk evident on his lips. “surprised mum even let them come over, with how everythings been.” she hymns in agreement. Friends had been rare this summer. Marlene and Peter were the only ones allowed to come over seeing as they lived barely a street apart. Even Remus, who had been coming every winter break since second year, wasn’t allowed to come over, hence Sirius going to him. 

" “I guess she maybe felt a little guilty depriving you of both of your bestest, closest and amazing friends.” she glanced his way with a teasing grin. “ha ha, you think you’re just so funny huh?” she shrugs her shoulders."

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"He plopped himself in Remus’ lap quickly and put the bottle down. Marlene sat herself down on the floor next to the couple, leaning over to get the bottle of rum and taking the cap off. “planning on getting trolleyed tonight, eh Marls.” she gave a sarcastic laugh but Peter just threw his hands up in surrender. “Does anyone else wanna start? otherwise imma have a go.” she didn’t leave ‘em much of a choice as she had already taken a swing of the burning liquid. It left a slight bitter taste down her throat not having had anything alcoholic since the beginning of summer holidays. "

[aurynsia]

Touch Tank

James Potter x Reader

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Summary: Your friends discover that you and James have finally done the deed…

Warnings: 18+ MATURE THEMES, oneshot, suggestive content, implied intimacy, virgin!james x virgin!reader, teasing, Sirius being Sirius, mild wolfstar content, reader is embarrassed about intimacy, and, of course, James Potter is good in bed.

Word count: 1.4K

Masterist

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James had pleaded for you to stay behind to study at Hogwarts during this week’s Hogsmeade trip, claiming he couldn’t pass his next exam without his pretty girlfriend by his side. You began working at James’ desk before moving to his floor…then to his bed.

He stared at you with pure longing as you transcribed notes from your textbook, his touch was soft against your shoulders as he kissed your skin. His attention had completely abandoned his own notes long ago, preferring to cover you in gentle kisses pressed to your back.

You couldn’t pretend to focus on your textbook any longer, closing it softly before sending it to the dorm room floor. You turned to face your breathless boyfriend, silently begging you with his big brown eyes.

The make out session that followed was more passionate than any other you two had shared, James gripping at your skin as he rocked his hips into yours.

“We can stop here if you want to,” he muttered breathlessly during a short break. The corners of your lips threatened to tilt into a flirtatious smirk as you softly pushed him backwards. James’ growing desperation was obvious, the boy grinning at you while flipping your bodies over, resting on top of you and making you squeal as his lips traveled down your exposed skin.

The events that followed left you naked and panting beneath his sheets, gazing up at the ceiling in a daze as your boyfriend nuzzled into your neck with a satisfied groan and a beaming smile.

He clutched your sides protectively, sighing as he pulled back to gaze at your flustered face, grinning at the result of his handy work. He kissed up and down your jaw, pausing for a second to admire the marks left by his desperate affection.

You were still reeling from the memory of moments ago, brain fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure. I was sure the first time was meant to be bad… you thought to yourself. Finally, you noticed James’ lovesick gaze at your neck and collarbone, eyes wide as you realised what he was observing.

“Might have to cover these up before breakfast tomorrow, darling,” he smiled apologetically with sleep lacing his whispering voice, “I went a bit overboard, I’m sorry…” He nuzzled back into your neck with a bashful smile, drawing circles on your skin with his fingers.

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The next day was cold with the promise of impending rain, a perfect climate for inconspicuously slipping on a turtleneck under your uniform before leaving for breakfast with your roommates. You had always maintained a sense of privacy with James, reluctant to tell your friend group quite as much as they tell you about their romantic escapades.

Mary, Dorcas and Lily took their seats on one side of the Gryffindor table as you saved seats for the Marauders on the other. Breakfast was peaceful, the four of you making small talk and enjoying your food before the Great Hall doors opened to reveal the more obnoxious half of your group.

James was looking particularly confident, smiling wide with crinkled eyes and walking with a slight bounce in his step. The boys piled onto the bench next to you while James reached over your head to pluck a peach from the fruit bowl.

“Morning hot stuff,” James winked at you as he slid into the space between you and Sirius, lacing a hand along your back, around your torso and between your thighs. You glared at his cocky grin, face warming at the intimate contact. “What?” he whispered, feigning innocence, “my hands are cold.”

“Uh- Mary was just telling us about this muggle game,” you diverted, “what was it called again?” Mary lit up, returning to her rambling about a complicated board game involving houses and train stations.

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You were far gone by the time Mary caught the others up to speed, engrossed in the way James was breathing against your skin and holding you against his warm, muscular form.

He began to pull at your turtleneck ever so slightly, first at your stomach to rub soothing circles into your skin, then at your neck to peer at his masterpiece from the previous night. James pressed a soft kiss to the highest mark, causing you to shiver and stare intently at your breakfast to distract yourself.

By the time your boyfriend had removed himself from your skin, Mary had finished her explanation and all eyes were on the two of you.

Sirius furrowed his brows, gazing from James, to you, back to James, then to Remus. Remus watched your interaction curiously, eyes gliding down to where James’ hand met the inside of your upper thigh, a familiar symbol of lust he knew all too well from Sirius’ own actions under the table. The girls across from you glanced at each other, then at Peter, before Dorcas completed the circle of confused looks as she stared at Sirius, who finally broke the silence.

“So, Prongs…get much study done while we were out yesterday?” James’ lustful grin faltered as he finally acknowledged your friends’ presence for the first time that morning, turning away from you and towards his roommate.

“Uh- yeah, yeah we did actually! Totally prepared for the exam, Minnie will be praising me,” he pulled one of his hands away from your skin to the back of his neck, scratching in an awkward display of nervousness. His other hand traveled down your leg to rest on your knee, a far more common sight for the two of you. Sirius wasn’t convinced.

“Uh huh…and what’s that exam on again?” He smirked, looking you up and down as you gulped under his glare, “Anatomy?”

Dorcas choked on a laugh, dribbling juice in the process while the others muffled their amusement with their hands. James bit his lip, wincing at the realisation that he had been far too obvious with his intimate affection.

He turned back to you, seeing the bright red hue of your face and the embarrassed downturn of your head. He threw his arm around your middle in confident comfort. Your eyes were glued to a single berry on the edge of your plate.

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Your friends had released a long series of sounds of amusement, cheering in celebration at their recent discovery. “With the way James talks about you, love, I’m surprised he didn’t jump you on the first date!” Sirius cackled, causing James to crack a sympathetic smile in your direction before nuzzling into your neck once again.

“I think this makes us the most experienced group in the school now that you two lovesick dogs, have…you know…” Lily trailed off, “Wait, we are talking about these two losing their v-“

“Obviously!”

James had fully phased out the conversation, getting intoxicated on your scent as his held you close with eyes closed in satisfaction. You were warming up to the conversation now, brushing James’ mess of hair away from his mouth as you giggled at the excitement that erupted from your section of the table.

“So,” Sirius continued, leaning over to you with an obnoxiously loud whisper, “is Prongs good in bed?”

“Yes.”

“Sirius,” James whined, sitting up in the process, “don’t push her- wait, what did you say?” He spun around to face you with wide eyes as you smirked back at him. You were already knee deep in this conversation, it couldn’t hurt to boost your boyfriend’s ego and satisfy his recently discovered lust for praise.

“He’s amazing, in fact…boys, why don’t you go on another secret trip to Hogsmeade tonight? I’m sure you’ve already run out of chocolate, and James could probably do with a room to himself…” you teased in the direction of the remaining Marauders before spotting James’ glossy eyes and parted lips in your peripheral.

He clung tighter to your middle as Peter gazed at you with a confused frown. “But we went yesterday, we still have a lot of-“ he glanced at the others, all adorning knowing smirks. “Ohhhh…yeah, yeah we can do that.”

James turned to Peter with a bashful smile, mouthing a thank you that made the group burst out laughing once again.

Finally remembering their breakfast, your companions returned to cleaning their plates as James continued consuming his, kissing you along your jaw and resisting the urge to line you up on the table then and there. He bit into his peach suggestively, batting his lashes at you.

“No more PDA at the table, Jamie.”

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