#marlene and james

[not-rab]

the tiktok where the girl put her friend’s dad for their ‘hear me out’ cake but it’s js marlene putting effie

[fourthemarauders]

James:"If you had one day to live, what would you do"

Marlene:"your mom"

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Groupchat James: which one of you fucks sent my mom flowers?!

Everyone:

Sirius: this has Marlene written all over it

Marlene: Just shooting my shot

[padfootsaphrodite]

*Marlene and James looking at quidditch bats*

"Can I smash James balls with it?"

"So you admit I have balls? Finally!"

"Yeah they hang out of your vagina!"

*Regulus who just wanted to buy a new broom shocked into even deeper silence meanwhile Sirius is crying laughing*

[percyweasleyapologist]

Marlene, to James: You're not Mario. Lets get something fucking straight, you're Luigi at best.

[karistiltskin]

do you guys think they targeted marlene first because they knew her death would affect the most people?

peter knew her death would be devastating to everyone including himself which is why he did it so he could never come back from it and go forward with serving the dark lord. kind of like his own punishment for himself.

we’re at the point where peter is done with james, he never liked who he became when he was around him, always in the shadows, but with marlene?

oh no, marlene held all the best parts of him. with marlene he laughed, and joked, and felt seen just being himself. she became the most important part of his childhood and he needed that gone if he was going to do what he did.

[moutainrusing]

spider

632 words, no warnings, @dorlenemicroficprompts

“Meadowes is a twat.”

“She’s got such a massive stick up her arse.”

“Honestly, she’s so pathetic—”

“Potter, are you even listening? Dorcas Meadowes is the root of all evil!”

Wearily, James looked at Marlene. She gave him an unimpressed once-over. She’d been complaining about Meadowes’ existence – as one did, because Meadowes sucked – for a while now, pacing the common room, and James had still said nothing.

And because he still said nothing, Marlene rolled her eyes and dismissed him, “I give up, you’re no help.”

Behind her, she heard James ask quietly, “What did she even want from me?” and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes again, because that would seem like she was rolling her eyes at nothing, and to do something like that wasn’t her vibe. Something like that was moody, stroppy. (Something like that was something that Dorcas Meadowes would do.)

What Marlene had wanted from James was a prank idea that verged on bullying but wasn’t really bullying in order to harass but not really harass Meadowes. It was just simple pranking, really. Anyway, she would never push as far as the Marauders sometimes did; she had Lily as her moral compass, and as long as Lily was her friend, Marlene rested assured that she could do no wrong. Or she could do wrong, but it would never be as wrong as the Marauders, whom Lily despised. And that was good enough for her.

- - -

Marlene sat behind Meadowes in Charms. She hated it with every fibre of her being. Meadowes was irritating, always sitting with her back straight as if she were some soldier standing on the line of duty. Everything about her was fake and mechanical; the way she was always stock-still during class, and the way she got out of her chair, it was stiff and rigid like some plank of wood, because apparently she couldn’t bend her joints.

As per her (probably) Lily-approved prank, Marlene was holding a spider in the cup of her hands, sitting in her usual seat behind Meadowes.

She let the spider crawl to the tip of her finger, before she gently blew it in the direction of Meadowes using her wand to guide it through the air. When it landed, she cast a slow enlarging charm on it, watching the spider grow in size to cover the entirety of Meadowes’ shoulder. And now for the good bit.

The spider’s legs were tapping over Meadowes, creeping over her neck, causing her to turn her head backwards in order to see what was causing the tickling sensation.

Marlene wished she had a camera. Meadowes’ eyes widened, and her lips rolled into each other, pressed into a tight line, and her nostrils flared, and her eyes were so wide, huge and round, and they were not just black like Marlene had previously thought. They were dark, dark, dark brown, and they were… kind of cute… large and alarmed and alarming. They said everything even when Meadowes’ lips were sealed, they were open even when she was closed, and Marlene wanted to read everything pouring out of them, mixed in multiple shades of brown. So many, there were so many, and they were so wide, but now they weren’t, and Marlene really wished she’d had that camera.

Once she’d gotten over her shock, Meadowes’ expression reverted to impassiveness, and Marlene thought she’d do anything to make Dorcas Meadowes feel something. Which was so weird, but only because those eyes had been so wide.

Meadowes picked up the spider, held it beneath her desk, shrunk it, and dropped it onto the floor. It crawled towards Marlene.

She debated the pros and cons of pranking Meadowes again in the exact same way, and decided that the pros outweighed the cons by far. Definitely.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

james and marlene btw

[willsolace-loml]

james, remus, sirius, and marlene with matching bellybutton piercings.

[the-moon-says-hi]

every so often i think about the time i was possessed my marlene mckinnon’s ghost. like i was watching a dance presentation, in front of me sat my friend and besides him sat his father. the presentation was amazing and there was a dance where my friend’s mum was part of. so i tapped him and said “im marrying your mum” (which is kind of a running joke among our friend group) but this time instead of getting defensive he just shrugged and said “well, ask him (points to his father) about it” and so, with no hesitation whatsoever, i turn to this middle aged man — bulky and wearing a small ponytail looking all punk — and said “can i marry your wife?” and he looked me dead in the eye and laughed and said “no”

[vomits0cutely]

When Marlene and Barty first heard “Love was the law, religion was taught”, they fell to their knees

[not-rab]

“FUCK!”

A bludger skimmed the side of James’ head, brushing past a few of his unruly, brown curls.

He looked around to find where the ball came from, a Slytherin beater - was Crouch his name? - smirked back at him.

James returned the grin with a less than friendly gesture from his middle finger.

Crouch just kept smiling, the fucker, and nodded his head upward, indicating a threat coming from behind the Gryffindor.

This time, he didn’t have time to swear.

Another bludger, or perhaps it was the same one, was flying towards James at a terrifying speed.

He heard it before he saw it, the familiar hiss as it tried to demount players from their brooms.

Fortunately, the chaser had the sense to urge the broomstick upwards before the damn quidditch ball could pierce through his ribs.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t reached enough of a height, and the bludger landed at the tail of his broom, knocking his balance all over the place.

James could faintly hear a yell coming from someone, it sounded like they were saying “Prongs” - ah, must be Sirius then.

James leaned forward, clutching on the wood, but without the second half of his broomstick, he couldn’t do anything except for keep hold.

And then, he let go.

The sweat from the anticipation of the game, mixed with the loss of uprightness he’d experienced with the broom breaking, had loosened his grip.

In the end, he was blindly reaching out for his broom which was left five metres higher than him.

“JAMES!”

Someone else was screaming now, but the Gryffindor barely heard it over his own shouts.

And… cheers?

Then someone, he assumed a professor maybe, had uttered a braking spell on him, to soften the fall.

“Hey,” as soon as James landed on the ground, still bewildered as to what had gone wrong, his best friend joined him.

“Pads?” “Mhm, you alright?”

“I think? Why- ” the chaser shook his head, making sense of the situation, “Oh.”

A scoreboard, red on one side, green on the other, read out “60 to 180: Slytherin Victory”.

“Yeah,” Marlene, another member of the Gryffindor quidditch team, and one of James’ closest friends, nodded, “I went for the snitch but noticed your fall midway through.”

“Baby Black got it,” Marlene shrugged, “Next time, eh?”

“Fuck,” James let the “k” sound ring on longer than needed.

“Potter,” Minnie’s - Professor McGonagall’s - voice was anxious, “Let’s take you to Madam Pomfrey, you suffered quite the fall.”

“I’m okay, you stopped the fall pretty well.”

McGonagall tried to argue back, but another set of feet landed on the ground before she could do so.

His silhouette was outlined by the setting sun in the background, hair awfully pristine as though he hadn’t been flying for half and hour at least by now.

“Potter,” this tone was a lot colder, his silver-grey eyes looking up and down, seeming to decided himself whether James was okay.

The Slytherin captain, also Sirius’ little brother, dropped the newly-caught snitch in his opponent’s hands, “Rematch.”

He picked up his broom, walking away without another word.

Silence followed for another few seconds, and then, “Well. That was something.”

James didn’t know how to reply.

[moonytoast-x]

my james potter truths:

-desi or hispanic james ‼️

-people pleaser james

-james who is totally fine, wdym, he's the mentally stable one, what are you even talking about? there's no way he's having a panic attack, he doesn't get those. he's fINE

-james who falls in love with his whole entire being, he's never had a casual emotion in his life

-overly protective james

-mamas boy james <3

-drummer james 🥰

-james listens to abba

-adhd james

-james who is really close with marlene (sirius is his best friend, but marlene is a close second (the other marauders are tied with her))

[sunmoonyandstars]

james and marlene

[padfootsaphrodite]

Football? FOOTBALL? NO! James Potter is a soccer player through and through! I will die on this hill!

[valoflunar]

Marlene,Barty and James aka the impulse buying trio