#dorlily fic

[mischievovstar]

heavy the head (who wears the crown)

19.3k words, mature content, prongsfoot and dorlily

royal! au

He had noticed him from afar, he inched closer and closer until his presence was known by him. James looked into Sirius' eyes, as cold as the metal of the blade he held. Taking his breath away in an instant. His eyes trailed slowly down Sirius' face, that flushed as red as the blood he shed, with lips looking softer than Egyptian cotton, James craved to touch it, just to know exactly how it felt. It was the first time James had looked into his face, like really looked.

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He could hear whispers, rumors even about Lily being the possible future Queen but only if they knew that Lily had her eyes on someone else. How fast people jumped into assumptions, but they didn't let that affect their friendship.

A person who replaced heaven, a soldier so fierce it brought fear into the souls of their opponents. Someone a land could count on to protect, and someone a heart can't help but lean towards. She is too beautiful to the point of madness, too enchanting to the point where they could call them magic.

With skin like melted smooth chocolate, inviting for a taste, and hair like a river flowing when it's undone. The beauty of Dorcas was unmatched.

[skyrigel]

I will sell my soul to devil if my sad gays can have their happy endings

[labyrinthhofmymind]

is it bad that i wanna hide away from my real life and just read and write marauders fanfic all day everyday??? like is it REALLLYYYY that bad????

[dorlilymylovesss]

me trying to find bartylus/jily/dorlily fics where they're main couple and not just irrelevant side ship without an actual story

[shipspainfulships]

Academic rivals to lovers Dorlily.

[inevitablestars]

take care of you and yours, part seven

“Must you sit there?” Sirius purposely bumps into him just to make the comment. 

“Yes actually, I must. Thank you for your concern oh dear sibling of mine.” 

“You’re a pain.” 

“You raised me to be this way.” 

“If I had raised you, you would be more like me.” 

“It’s a miracle I’m not.” He kicks them, barely grazing their side when they step away. 

[all-too-unwell-13]

i read this one dorlily fic like a year ago that i still think about now

i think it was called "it would've been fun if you would've been the one" or smth like that

and it was like past dorlily, with lily coming back to her hometown to reset her sense of self after her and james didn't work out (where dorcas is) after leaving there to pursue her acting career (and meeting james, getting married and having harry together)

and then it's lily making her peace with the fact that dorcas is happy with marlene now after not getting closure for either of them, and then lily meets

and i just think it's really beautiful

[fictionalsimp09]

Screaming Colour

Dorcas and Lily are paired together in Potions, both unaware that this will lead to falling in love and the greatest heartbreaks of their lives.

[maladaptivewriting]

i don’t usually headcanon regulus as trans, not to say i don’t read and love fics with trans reggie, but it’s just not in my personal repertoire.

i do however headcanon dorcas as trans. always. even if i’m reading someone else’s fanfic, dorcas is trans unless otherwise stated. 

[viviandarkbloombartylusversion]

Guys I need a Marauders era x Pretty Little Liars AU fic baaaaadddddd

Just think Regulus Black as Alison Dilaurentis, haunting the narrative even though he's "missing/dead", the one everyone either hated or loved

And then Dorcas is giving major Spencer Hastings vibes, being the only one in the group to actually go head to head with Regulus

I'm thinking Snape as Jenna (the girl they literally blind) and Lily as Toby (the poor boy stuck as Jenna's step brother who Jenna has a weird thing for and Spencer's future bf so we get some dorlily)

PLS tell me someone else sees the vision

[deadwisardcult]

I AM BEGGING ON MY KNEES I NEED ANY SAPPHIC MARAUDERS GIRLS FIC RECS PLS IM STARVED OF THEM (happy ones preferred) (any ship idc)

[simplyjustadrain]

Lily knew what she was going to hear before Dorcas’ fingers ever touched the piano. 

The funny thing was that she never liked jazz, she never thought much of it. No one really thinks about jazz, but when Dorcas Meadows talks, you listen. And it just so happened that most of the things that came out of her mouth were about jazz. So Lily had learnt, and she had listened, and she had spent the last five years listening, and learning, even if Dorcas wasn’t the one teaching her anymore. 

So she knew, there were hundreds of different possibilities, hundreds of different songs Dorcas could play - but really there was only one. 

Dorcas played exactly what Lily knew she would, because Dorcas had always been painfully predictable when it came to the things she loved, and music would always be one of them. A constant in her life, the revolving passion that gave her life meaning, even when others failed her. 

It started slow. She hesitated. Lily could see the tension in her shoulders bleeding into the polished keys, but her touch was soft. Delicate. Almost as if she was remembering the touch of something sweeter. She appeared to Lily as if she were fighting a battle inside herself, two pieces at war with what to do; her right hand moved on its own accord, soft notes hesitant yet familiar. Her left hand remained hovering above the piano, waiting for something even Dorcas didn’t know of.

The gentle chords rang out in the silence of the bar, Dorcas’ hands had finally regained some semblance of control, and the music evolved into something… something else. 

Lily could recognise a story when she saw one - or heared one. After all it was her job, to act, to feel, to tell the stories on screen. But that’s something she learnt in her short time as a jazz connoisseur, the art of storytelling. She’d used to be so small minded, turning to the screen for comfort, for familiarity, to watch over and over again the same stories and experiences being painted. But she found there was something so much more personal about a piece of music being interpreted differently by thousands, something so unique in the way you could be transported through your own story simply through the tune of a piano. She never realised the power of storytelling in its purest form, not until Dorcas walked into her life with a polyester suit, a concerning amount of vinyl records, and a level of ambition (some call it delusion) to rival Lily’s own. 

Dorcas taught Lily to see a whole new world of stories, ones that weren’t shackled by Hollywood beauty standards and technicolour boxes.  

Dorcas had the whole world at her fingertips, unlocked by little ivory keys and a dream that had been let go five years ago. 

The music was tinged with such a profound sense of nostalgia that Lily wondered whether it was actually Dorcas sitting next to her instead of her husband. It was tangible in the way Lily couldn’t explain how or why, but she could see a life planned out before her. Not her life, but some other Lily’s life, a life where she is happy. She is happy, and content, and dancing with Dorcas at a bar, a car park, a wedding. There are children and birthday parties and a sense of normalcy that Lily knew she’d never get in her own life. Lily felt the story with her whole being, she could taste it on her tongue, feel it warming her from the inside. She felt it like a pain in her chest and a blow to the head. She felt, so overwhelmingly the beauty of the world Dorcas was building for them, and even though Lily knew how it would end (and it would end) she couldn’t help but enjoy the painting Dorcas was creating. Lily didn’t know when Dorcas and her piano had become an orchestra, but she could hear the symphony with her own ears, and would gladly plead insanity if it meant she got to keep listening. 

She could feel, more than hear, that the piece was about to end. The story had finished a long time ago, and Lily knew how the reality ended. No matter how beautiful the stories may be, the curtain rises, the lights come up, and Lily is looking over her shoulder, realising the greatest love of all time is over now. 

Lily walked out the bar, arm in arm with her husband, James, and left the rest of her soul standing by the piano, along with the life of a different Lily Evans.

[m00neroni]

finally i have been able to publish again!!! chapter 3 of band of thieves is out. 6k words or just chaos and remus' inner discourse about the whole situation!!!

check it here: band of thieves in ripped-up jeans

[pinkpalaceapartmcnts]

if there was ever a thesis for edge, this would be it. chapter 27 of edge is up on ao3!

[atlasdoe]

Believe it or not (this is supposed to be a love story) - Chapter 3

preview

Dorcas was going to kill Remus. Three days she had spent cleaning his blood off of Emma’s white bedroom carpet and just when she had gotten the last of it off he had to swing through her window and ruin everything once again.

The moment the first drop of blood hit the carpet Emma gave Dorcas a look. When Dorcas rolled her eyes in response Emma’s eyes went wide. “He’s your brother!” she said defensively. “It’s not my fault he keeps ruining my carpet.”

“It’s not mine either,” Dorcas argued.

“He's your brother!”

“It’s your carpet! Who has a white carpet anyway? You drink enough red wine. I would've thought you’d be smarter.”

Emma went to argue back but the sound of Remus’ voice stopped her. “I’m fine by the way.”

“Remus no one asked you.”

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[inevitablestars]

take care of you and yours, part eight - out now

All day Lily doesn’t really say anything. Barely even acknowledging when anyone talks to her. A few words at most. She’s just a ghost haunting the cabin. For once no one tries to make her talk. Everyone just lets her move from room to room doing whatever she pleases. Which is hardly anything. She doesn’t eat or drink anything, she doesn’t make eye contact with anyone, she barely exists. It’s easier this way. Right? 

Yesterday she had hope that things would get better and today she will never have a sister again. 

Funny how quickly things can change. Nothing should ever be more permanent than death, that’s always been the most final thing in the world. It should be that way. Death is something you can learn to cope with. The memory of whoever died stays with you and you can think back to all of the happy memories. This is different. There is no coming back from this. There is no learning to cope with this.