#marauders girls

[the-colourful-witch]

Dorlene ✨💅🏻🩷

I’m starting of the Valentine Couples series with DORLENE🤩🩷

I’m going to try to do as many couples/ships as possible this month, I won’t be able to do them all, but I’ll definitely try✨

[ooh-theseus]

Probs unpopular take, but I don’t think Pandora was actually that crazy, like she was definitely odd but she had to tune herself down a considerable amount.

She grew up in the (then) esteemed house of Rosier, she was expected to be a proper lady. She was under considerable pressure to conform and she didn’t like being ostracized, even if she was unwilling to compromise certain aspects of herself in that pursuit.

In private, she was herself but in public she learned to appear composed, she didn’t like being made a fool of, she didn’t like being called names. So she just.. didn’t speak, didn’t rock the boat too much. Slipped under the cracks. She was content to live like that, but there was always an ache in her heart from the fear of going entirely unnoticed, of being forgotten.

At home, her grandmother praised and loved her dearly but not everyone was as warm. Her father was a difficult man and more so after Pandora’s mother died shortly after giving birth to her brother Felix. Pandora had no intention to please him in the way Evan did, but she did feel responsible for things running smoothly at home.

Pandora always felt a little responsible for other’s emotional state. She wanted, no, she needed everyone to be okay, lest things be wrong. Lest she be left to pick up the pieces. She needed to soothe and maintain the peace, she was always walking on eggshells. Both her father and Evan were wildly temperamental and such displays made her deeply uncomfortable, the yelling especially made it hard for her to breathe.

She was a pacifist, and like Regulus, passive in her actions. She didn’t want Evan to join the death eaters because she knew it was unsafe, not because she fundamentally opposed them (which she later did mind you, but way too late), but because she didn’t want to lose her brother to a war that she naively (in her privileged point of view) believed neither of them had a part in.

Personal loyalties are more important to her than sides, much like Narcissa.

Pandora is nice, kind, but she is not intrinsically good. She’s not a monster, mind you, but like Regulus, she is human.

Pandora was afraid, she had every right to be, she wanted to live, she wanted to be great. She knew non of them would make it, but it didn’t deter her, she thought she could outrun fate. She tried, she tried so hard, to defy and delay what was inevitable. But one cannot outrun themselves.

Luna grew up to have her mother’s kindness, but most of the way she is was informed by her father. Luna was ALLOWED to be herself without consequences from within her own home (that is not to say she had it easy at school, people were so cruel), Pandora was not. Pandora was under scrutiny from the places that mattered most, she found solace later in life, but this too was short lived.

[hyperfocuscentre]

people portray lily evans too seriously.. like this is the girl that threw herself off of swings, called james a ‘toerag’, had snark and a temper that arguably rivals harry’s and she married james fucking potter. she willingly attached herself to the marauders for life.. she has to be a tiny bit insane i think.

petition for people to start writing lily a little silly.. a little deranged.. a little freakish, i might say.

[rottensouldier]

rip marlene mckinnon, you wouldve loved jinx arcane.

[fircbolts]

jily!!! 🗣️🗣️

[yesiamprocrastinating]

When Mary Macdonald was getting to the end of her days, her grandchildren and great-grandchildren knew.

They knew because she began telling stories of things she had suddenly remembered, things they knew had certainly never happened.

But at the center of every fantastical story the old woman would tell, was a girl of bright red hair and with an even more fiery personality.

She could never quite remember the girl's name, but it always felt like it was on the tip of her tongue when she looked out the window to her garden of lilies.

[managone16]

All of them doing a test to see who Harry likes most as Top 3: Sirius, James, Remus, Lily, Regulus, Mary, Marlene, Dorcas, Pandora, Peter, Barty and Evan all sit in a line, while Effie releases Harry. They all start making cutey-face gestures, motioning Harry to come to them. Harry ponders for a while, before eventually crawling to Lily. Lily laughs, blowing a raspberry on his stomach. Most of them cheer while the skittles boo. Regulus just rolls his eyes but smiles a bit anyways. Then Lily holds Harry and waits for him to move to one of the leftover people. This time, Harry doesn't even think twice and crawl-runs to Regulus. He smiles a large smile and kissed Harry on the nose, causing him to giggle. Most of them boo, causing him to stick his tongue out to them. When they conduct the experiment one final time, Harry sits and thinks a lot. He tries to run to Lily and Reg but is stopped, so he needs to decide. After 10 minutes, he slowly crawls to Barty, and all of them just sit there in shock. Sirius looks practically heartbroken, while James just laughs too hard. Remus is rolling his eyes.

[novvabee]

The Wrong Color

Summary: poly!jegulily x reader, Y/N and Lily wear the boys jerseys at the Gryffindor vs Slytherin game.

cw: suggestive

word count: 1.3k

The lovely Scottish morning light was always so peaceful when it glowed through the black lake and the Slytherin dorm room windows. The light fractured and bloomed along the green bed sheets you were tangled in. It would have been perfect, if only your boyfriend wasn’t running around the room looking for all his quidditch gear.

Regulus always gets like this before games, but especially games against your rival house, the house that your other boyfriend and girlfriend are a part of; Gryffindor. You love the other half of your relationship, but man, could they be annoying. You liked the rivalry, it made things fun, especially since it was two against two, you and Regulus, and Lily and James.

Regulus was worked up last night, meaning you two didn’t get much sleep, meaning you both woke up late and now he was rushing to get to breakfast before the match. 

“You know this is your fault right?” he explained to you. “If you hadn’t stayed the night-”

“My fault?” you interrupted sounding amused. “If I’m remembering correctly, it was you begging ‘please please, I’ll do anything-”

It was his turn to interrupt you, this time with a kiss. He broke away and smiled down at you. He looked godly in this light.

“You'll be in the stands cheering for me today right?” he asked, the smile still lingering on his lips.

“Of course not! You know I can't play favorites,” you explained ���Plus why would I? I hate you.” You said, joking of course.

He raised his brows and cocked his head to the side. “Oh really? Was that hatred last night?” he asked before kissing you again, laying you back on the bed and climbing on top of you. 

You really wish you could stay like this, but you giggled and pushed him off, swatting at his arm saying “You’re already late! Go!”

He took your command and breezed out the door of his unshared dorm room, a perk of being a prefect. 

Right, now it was your turn to get dressed, only you and Lily had been scheming. You were going to show up in James’s spare Gryffindor jersey, and Lily in Regulus’s. You had always just worn your own house colors or the correlating boy's extra jerseys, but you and Lily wanted to see their reactions. 

You pulled on the red and gold, pairing it with some jeans and converse, a very casual, very James look. You looked at yourself in the mirror, it felt so unnatural, but that was the fun of it.

You met Lily outside your common room before heading to the stands to get a good seat. 

  Seeing her in the green and black jersey was odd, but she was striking, as always. The green brought out the colors in her eyes, making her red hair stand out even more. She was gorgeous.

“You look good in green.” you blushed as you told her.

She scoffed as she took you in. “You look good in red,” she said. “Come on, we should get going before all the front row seats are taken,” she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side and kissing your temple. 

You two caught up with Marlene and Dorcas, both sporting their own house colors, Marlene in her own jersey, and looked at you and Lily in slight bewilderment. 

“Uh, I think you two grabbed the wrong tops when dressing this morning.” Marlene examined, raising an eyebrow at the pair of you.

You looked at Lily, then back at your friends. “Huh, guess we were rushing.” you said, smirking. Lily nudged you with her hip, but the four of you continued on walking to the pitch.

Once there, you had gone right up to your usual spot, Peter had dutifully saved you all seats. You took yours, front and center, and waited for Lily to return from the concessions stand with the butterbeer you asked for. 

You turned and made small conversations with Peter about the previous quidditch matches and yesterday's boring potions lecture. 

“Oh, uh… by the way, what’s with the uh,” Peter said pointing to your choice of jersey.

“Just wanted to be supportive, that’s all,” you said with a fake tone of innocence.

He chuckled. “Yes but, on today of all days? They might just knock each other off their brooms.” 

“Oh don’t worry, Pete,” you said, “Lily is in Regulus’s.”

All of your friends knew about your relationship, and were happy for you all. They never judged or misunderstood anything, something that your entire group of friends was known for, being accepting and understanding of all types of love. 

They did, however, love to see the games the four of you played with each other. You four were known to prank and tease and provoke each other, but it was always in good fun and always stemming from the house rivalry. Other than that, the four of you didn’t play when it came to your relationship, you were wholly devout to each other, no matter what house you may belong to. 

Lily came up the stands, promised butterbeer in hand, and sat herself right next to you. She had perfect timing, the boys were about to start playing. 

James zoomed by on his broom, Regulus hot on his tail, warming up and having some fun teasing each other before the real game starts.

“Gyffindor has this in the bag.” Lily announced to all of your friends.

“Mmm, I’m pretty sure Slytherin has the better record this year.” you replied and shot her a devious smile.

“Remind me, who won the cup last year?” she questioned, giving you the same deviousness. You replied by playfully rolling your eyes, hitting her knee with your own.

The high pitched whistle sounded, signaling the start of the game. It was an intense, brutal rush of back and forth. Both teams playing hard, fighting for the win and the glory that comes along with it. The game turned dirty and aggressive almost immediately.

The match was tied, coming down to the final moments when you watched both your boyfriends diving and spinning toward the ground before pulling up at the last minute. They were no doubt chasing after the tiny golden snitch. 

You leaped to your feet, tracking them both the whole way. James was reaching out his hand, the snitch almost within grasp when Regulus suddenly slammed into his side, knocking James away, putting himself closer to the snitch instead. James didn’t take this lightly, he zoomed back to Regulus’s side and the two shoved and shoved. You would have been more concerned, but this is exactly how each match ended, the two of them fighting for the golden ball. 

The boys rerouted their course, heading straight over the section both you and Lily were sitting in. This must have been some sort of plan devised by Regulus, because this change made James’s gaze slip, fall to both Lily wearing Slytherin green and you in Gryffendor red with big yellow block letters spelling out ‘POTTER’.

This slight break in attention, the hesitation, allowed Regulus to capture the snitch while his opponent was distracted.

You cheered and hugged Dorcas, feeling prideful for your house’s big victory, Regulus taking a lap around the pitch. Lily cheered as well, not as much as you of course, not wanting to admit defeat, but still proud of her boy. You took her by the hand and pulled her along down to the field to meet your boys.

James met you first, flying down a bit disappointed, but obviously happy for Regulus. He spotted you and immediately hugged you. This sweet gesture was a guise, pulling you close to his body only to whisper “This is your fault you know,” into your ear.

You giggled. “Believe it or not, that is not the first time I have heard that sentence today.” you said, pulling away and looking up at him. He had that smirk, that look spread across his face, one that often came after he lost. Perhaps you wouldn’t get much sleep tonight either.

[corwnvus]

Emmeline Vance!!

[percyweasleyapologist]

Pandora: Evan, you need to react when people cry!

Evan: I did. I rolled my eyes.

[willsolace-loml]

never underestimate the power of a teenager and the fandom they found in their tweens that altered their brain chemistry that they still think abt every day

[moonstruckme]

hello mae! you said that you’re tentatively thinking about doing poly! jily? how about them x shy!reader who is used to spending holidays alone but now that she’s in a relationship, James and Lily wanna give her experiences of like carving pumpkins, baking cookies, or something like that.

just cute and domestic fall activities!! I hope that’s enough.

Thank you for requesting lovely!

poly!Jily x shy!reader ♡ 845 words

You smile, and James plants his lips on your cheek just before the flash. 

“Perfect,” Lily says while the camera whirs. She takes the photo it spits out, going to stow it in a shady corner of the porch. 

“Now one with you,” James urges. 

“No.” Lily waves him off as you second James’ request. “How would we get all of us and our pumpkins in it?” 

“James has long arms,” you say.

"Yeah, Evans." James grabs you roughly around the shoulders, making your face heat even as you smile. "I have long arms. Give it here."

After some debate Lily hands over the camera. James holds it out as far as he can, waiting until you’re all holding up your jack-o-lanterns before pressing the button. 

It goes beside the other photo, waiting for the film to develop. You know as soon as it does, both photos will be clustered in with the others on James and Lily’s fridge, held up by magnets beginning to lose their strength under the weight of so many. Lily has always liked to take pictures, and ever since you got together she’s been cramming ones of you into every empty space. This relationship is relatively new for you, and most days you’re still trying to figure out where you fit, but Lily and James do everything to make you feel welcome. In a million tiny ways, they show you all the time that they care just as much for you as they do for each other. 

James looks between your pumpkins pridefully. “Whose do we think turned out the best?” 

“Lily’s,” you say at the same time as Lily says, “Mine.” 

James’ mouth falls open. “Mine was good too!”

“Sorry, Jamie.” You give his shoulder a consoling pat. “Hers is just better.” 

The fact of the matter is, your girlfriend was simply patient where you and James were not. She outlined her jack-o-lantern’s face beforehand in marker, used a small knife to achieve the curvatures of one heart-shaped eye and one winking one, and took the time to make the edges of her cuts look nice and clean. James and you, however, tried to freehand things with much larger knives; it had not gone quite so well. 

“I think there should be points for creativity,” says James, frowning at his botched pumpkin. He’d tried to give it round eyes, and in the process accidentally cut more than he meant to. The result is jagged and vaguely upsetting, so eventually he decided it was an ill pumpkin and trailed its entrails out of its mouth so it looks like it’s vomiting pumpkin guts. 

“It was a very creative solution,” Lily tells James. And to you, “You did really well for your first time, too, sweetheart.” 

You snort. Yours is nearly as bad as James’. Both of your partners had to show you how to saw through the pumpkin flesh more than once to keep you from yanking the knife out and stabbing yourself. After many tutorials, you’d managed two triangle-shaped eyes, but the teeth you’d tried to put in your jack-o-lantern’s mouth had fallen out, so now it just looks like a rather simplistic, very upbeat face. 

“You did,” Lily insists, but she’s repressing a laugh too as she looks down at your pumpkin. “It’s cute.” 

“It looks like something a five-year-old could have done,” you acknowledge. 

“You and a five-year-old have about the same amount of experience carving pumpkins, so that’s not really so bad,” says James. He reaches for the polaroids Lily took. “Let’s see how these turned out.” 

“James Potter,” Lily’s voice goes sharp, “don’t you dare touch those with your slimy hands.” 

“Okay, alright.” James holds his hands up in the air. He stands instead, backing away slowly like Lily has him at gunpoint. “C’mon, lovie, let’s go fish the seeds out in the sink.” 

“What for?” you ask, following him as he carries your large bowl of pumpkin entrails inside. 

“If you separate the seeds and roast them, you can eat them.” James raises his eyebrows at you. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had pumpkin seeds before.” 

“Nope.” 

“Ugh. You poor, deprived girl.” James takes your face in his hands, and you smile despite the slick feeling of his pumpkin-y fingers on your cheeks. His eyebrows scrunch pityingly as he kisses above your nose. “We’ll right that wrong today, sweetheart, don’t you worry.” 

“You haven’t been missing out on much,” Lily says, slipping past the two of you with your photos. She wedges them underneath a magnet on the fridge. “It’s a lot of effort for a snack.” 

“She only says that because she can’t stand the guts,” James tells you conspiratorially. 

“Really?” You mash your hands into the stringy pumpkin bits. “I kind of like them.” 

Lily makes a face. “They’re all slimy and weird. And sticky.” 

“Wimp,” James teases. 

“You’ve just called them guts, James. In what world does that sound appealing?” 

“Angel,” James says in a quiet voice, “you’ll protect me, won’t you?” 

You frown at him. “Why?” 

He picks up a small mass of pumpkin guts and lobs it at your girlfriend. 

“James!”

[zsrntyouil]

I think we often forget that the marauders era people were teens. Like every time I see "reg would never joke on that" "Sirius wouldn't make that much jokes abt his name" "lily wouldn't laugh at jokes on gingers" im like : yes they would actually. They were fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, of course they would make sex jokes, bad jokes, poop jokes, repetitive jokes: that's what you do when you're a teenager!

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Marlene wears the sluttiest underwear under the most Adam Sandler-y outfits

[rottensouldier]

some marylene for good luck in the new year 🥰

[fircbolts]

Mary Macdonald 🌺🤍🍓