#marlene mckinnon fic

[fourmoony]

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

remus lupin x f!reader

smut. p in v. creampie. unprotected sex. fingering. sex with a friend. language. 18+ content minors DNI.

3.2k - masterlist

summary - reader can't sleep. remus helps out. not with warm milk, though.

i'm supposed to be working on an assignment for college. but remus lupin is taking up space in my brain. so, enjoy :)

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The air feels stuffy, too hot against your slick skin.

You blow a breath out in frustration, a piece of hair stuck to your forehead refusing to budge and you groan. The house is silent apart from the droning on of the electronic device between your legs that does little to abate the feeling clawing at your insides and it only makes you more frustrated. The lights in your bedroom are turned off, the world outside asleep. Everyone apart from you. You’ve spent two hours tossing and turning, and a further half hour trying to cure the ache between your legs.

It’s futile. You’ve tried everything. Every speed your overly expensive vibrator has to offer, every position, you even got out the glittery pink dildo Marlene got you for Secret Santa the previous year, leaving it out to the side after coming to the heart-breaking decision that it simply wasn’t big enough.

You feel like nothing will be big enough. Nothing feels right, nothing feels good enough, nothing is even close to tipping you over the edge. You shift, further to the left, and whine again, pressing the vibrator to a higher speed. It moves as you press the button, and the feeling of closeness is gone just like that. You growl, pushing the blankets off in a fit of rage and choose to stare at the ceiling in defeat. It’s not going to happen. You should just accept that. But you’re worked up, horny, and too fucking clammy.

The flat is quiet. Remus is asleep – the only reason you’re so nonchalant about the noise of your vibrator still buzzing against the mattress next to you, taunting you. You reach to turn it off, sitting up and putting your hair into a makeshift bun. You stare with narrowed eyes at the shadowed outline of the sparkly pink atrocity of a Secret Santa gift. It was given as a joke to make you blush. Your friends like to tease you for your innocence. It’s not something you ever would have bought for yourself. You’d blushed furiously and everyone laughed. It was addictive for the first few weeks, being able to explore your own pleasure. But now. Now, it doesn’t feel enough. Doesn’t feel as good. As big. As filling.

It’s a quick thought, a fleeting thought. A memory that makes your cheeks flush and your eyes close in embarrassment. Remus, fresh out of the shower, two seconds away from closing the towel around his waist. He hadn’t locked the door. It was an accident. You hadn’t meant to walk in on him. You’d been half asleep, bursting for a pee, and he hadn’t locked the door. Even worse, you hadn’t meant to look. But he was wide eyed and frozen, and your fight or flight had you trying to assess every part of the situation. And his nakedness was a large part of the situation.

You’re not proud of it. But you’d looked. And you liked what you saw.

And now.

Well, now, you can’t stop thinking about it. About Remus. Kind Remus who makes you tea on cold mornings, puts your pyjamas in the dryer for you when you get out of the shower, who cooks you dinner and leaves it in the oven when you work the late shift at the café down the road. He’s kind and attentive and always there to lend a helping hand. You feel silly as you clamber off your bed, knowing there’s a high likelihood that Remus will tell you you’ve taken his kindness to its boundaries.

Your feet pad quietly down the hallway of your shared flat. The under counter lights in the open plan kitchen at the end of the hall illuminate the space enough to see. Remus’ door is closed, but you twist the handle and push, wincing when it lets out an annoying squeal. Remus rouses at the sound, squinting sleepily at you as he turns. He lets out a breath, sits up on his elbow and pulls back his blanket to offer you the space beside him.

It’s not the first time you’ve climbed into bed with Remus, but you still shift nervously on your feet, biting at your lip.

“You okay, love?” Remus asks, voice deep and croaky.

It makes you flustered in your reply. Voice quiet, unsure, “Can’t sleep.”

Remus nods, reiterates pulling back the blanket to make room for you. You cross one leg over the other in front of you, fiddling with the metal daisy chain ring on your middle finger. Remus got you it when you got into university last year. It’s your favourite piece of jewellery you own, overpriced tennis bracelet from your overcompensating parents be damned. He catches your nervous tic and his eyes narrow, his head tilts, messy hair flopping sideways with the movement. There’s a slight stubble on his chin from running late this morning and skipping his daily shave and he’s sans pyjama top, having clearly also felt the heat.

He sits up fully and the blanket pools around his waist. His skin glows in the low light of the moon through the window beside his bed. He’s beautiful. This you’ve always known. Now, it’s tenfold because you’ve seen all of him. And all of him is what you want, in this moment. Your face is flames as you edge closer until you’re hovering beside his bed.

“Have you tried warm milk?” Remus asks, his voice almost teasing.

“Don’t want warm milk.” You pout.

There’s something about the way he’s looking at you, trying to sus you out. He knows. He must know something. You’re hardly being subtle. Remus’ lips twitch in a smile when you squeeze your legs together in front of you, again, lip between your teeth, eyes watery.

“What do you want?” He asks, voice breathy.

He wants you to say it. But you can’t. You won’t.

“Rem, please,” You whine, “I’ve tried everything.”

His hand reaches for yours, pulls you until you’re straddling him. His lips are a centimetre from yours, hot breath fanning out over your mouth. You press down hard against him, lips pouted. He doesn’t let up, just raises his eyebrows. A question. What have you tried?

“I couldn’t get the angle right with my vibrator,” You whisper, cheeks bright red and warm to the touch, where Remus’ thumb is gently rubbing back and forth, fingers cupping your wobbling jaw, “Then the thingy Marlene got me wasn’t-“ You huff.

Remus chuckles softly, endearingly.

“It wasn’t enough.”

Remus smiles, “You want my help?”

You nod eagerly, “Please, Rem.”

He’s on you in a second. Lips and tongue and teeth, so hot and heavy it knocks the breath from you. His hands fist the thin material of your shorts, at your waist and you bend into him, hands running up his sides, over his shoulders, into the hair at the nape of his neck. He’s hard beneath the flannel of his pyjama bottoms. You can feel it against the crease of your thigh. It makes you whine into his mouth, shifting until you’re perfectly aligned over him. His grip focusses on your arse cheeks when you grind down, a bruising grip that you relish in.

His hands push you forward, you pull yourself back. His lips leave yours, trailing along your jaw, down your neck. Your head tilts back, panting for breath, lost in the pleasure. Your stomach tightens the harder his grip gets, the harder you press down, the faster you move. You feel like a seedy teenager, dry humping yourself against him. Remus’ teeth nip at your collarbone, only to soothe over it with his tongue. You whine again, making your impatience known, but Remus doesn’t speed up.

He looks up, lips mouthing at the underside of your chin until you tilt your head back up to look at him. His pupils are blown, eyes hooded, lips curved into a sinful smirk.

“So needy.” He mumbles into your lips.

You push down harder in response. Remus grabs your hips, stills you. You pout, doe eyes watery. Remus tuts, shakes his head, “You want my help, we do it my way.”

He shifts until you’re lying beneath him, legs hiked up around his waist. He doesn’t waste time in stripping you. Your shirt, then your shorts, your panties following. He throws them across the room, and they fall into the shadows of his darkened room. You’re glad they’re gone. Your body feels like it’s burning up under his touch, featherlight as he traces the goosebumps across your skin. He presses kisses in the wake of his fingertips, to your collarbones, your chest, the tops of your breasts, your stomach, navel.

His lips are warm, wet, pressing kisses to the insides of your thighs. You’re high strung, keening, and needy. He comes back to face level, and you grumble, deep in your throat. So close. He was so close to where you need him. He’s smug. You’re about to protest when he slides a finger into you. Your mouth opens, head pushing back into the pillow. His fingers are long, but slender, and it’s not long before he adds another. Your back arches, eyes closing. The minute you close your eyes, Remus stops. You look up, furious, to find him smirking something evil down at you.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” He whispers, nose bumping yours.

You comply. Remus resumes, fingers pumping steadily in and out. When he’s knuckle deep, he curls them and your body jerks in response. It’s too much and not enough, a dizzying euphoria of Remus’ casual confidence and his skilful fingers. His thumb brushes your clit gently, the bundle of nerves swollen and begging for attention. You moan his name, thighs squeezing against his hips where they’re splayed open. It urges him on, he whispers quiet encouragements – good girl, that’s it sweetheart, you’re so wet for me – and you continue to writhe beneath him.

“Rem,” You gasp, hand encircling the wrist that’s pumping in and out of you, “Need you.”

“Soon,” He promises softly, lips pressing to the swell of your breast, teeth lightly nipping at the skin there, “Want you to come on my fingers first.”

His thumb moves in tighter circles, his fingers curl deeper, move faster. He adds a third, the stretch burns but in the best way. Your jaw opens on its own accord, a string of moans emitting from your throat, and you arch into Remus. His eyes meet yours, blazing with lust.

“C’mon, baby,” He urges, voice sinfully deep, demanding. “Come for me.”

You clench around his fingers, and he groans as you gush around his hand, voice high pitched, your grip on his shoulders vice like. He’s surprised you don’t snap in two with how high your back arches. His fingers pump you through the rush in your veins, his quiet reassurances blacked out by the sound of blood rushing to your ears. Your head spins and you see white as the orgasm you’ve been chasing for what must be hours by now crashes over you. You babble nonsense, buck against Remus’ fingers, mouth open, eyes wide, back arched and head pushed violently into the pillow beneath you.

Remus hovers over you when your breathing evens, eye’s a little less clouded, and his usual concerned look on his face. You smile dopily up at him, eyes bright.

“Good?” He asks.

It’s a double ended question – you good? Was that good?

You nod.

“More.” You whine, attempting to pull him closer with your legs around his waist.

“You’re insatiable.” He laughs lightly, head bending down to peck your smiling lips gently.

You nod in agreement, head tilted as you look up at him, “I’m blaming you.”

“Of course.” Remus nods, placating you.

He shimmies his pyjamas off, kicks them off the end of the bed, and comes back to crowd your space, again. Hard, he’s much bigger than you saw from Shower-Gate. Your mouth waters as his hand wraps around his dick, pumping a few times before looking back to you. His face softens when he notices your lip trapped between your teeth.

“Baby?” He questions and you soften.

“That’s,” You sigh, embarrassed, “That’s not going to fit, Rem.”

Remus laughs, the apples of his cheeks rounding out, his teeth appearing from behind his lips. His head hangs over your shoulder and you hide in his hair, mortified. The hand that isn’t supporting his weight runs softly up and down your thigh. You groan to show your mortification, heels digging into Remus’ tail bone to try kill his laughter.

“Rem,” You protest, letting a chuckle of your own slip.

Remus looks up, eyes soft, lips pressed together to stop his laughter, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, pretty girl. I’m not laughing at you. No one’s ever said that before, you just caught me by surprise.”

You giggle, squeezing his waist with your thighs, “They’ve definitely thought it.”

Remus shakes his head, “We don’t have to.”

It’s your turn to shake your head, “I want to. I really want to.”

He smiles, leans in to kiss you. When he pulls away to pump himself again, you let out a low breath. He brushes the tip against your folds, wet and puffy, a couple times before he pushes in slowly. He groans, you moan. You’re tight, fitting around him like perfection. He goes slow until he’s buried to the hilt. You allow yourself to get used to the feeling, whimpering softly when his thumb comes to circle your clit again, working you up.

“That’s it, baby,” He speaks softly, so softly, and you moan.

He pulls back, pushes back in. Takes it slow. Allows you to adjust.

But it’s not enough. You need more. You need the raw pent-up aggression you’ve seen Remus show pervs at bars when they touch you inappropriately. You need angry Remus, who threw a book at the mantle place when your parents missed another birthday. You need the Remus who tries so hard to hide the aggressive side of him but can never fully rid himself of his primal urges, of that white hot fury and determination.

“More,” You breathe, “Faster. Harder. I need more, Rem. Please.”

You’re babbling, begging. But Remus complies. He snaps his hips forward and you all but scream. He groans, breath hot and heavy against your neck. He’s attentive, hips attacking your pelvis. His wooden headboard slams against the wall, your hand reaching up to hold on and stop you from sliding further up the bed. An arm wraps around your waist, pulling you up, closer to him. He feels deeper at the new angle, hips battering into yours. He’s relentless, hitting every spot you need.

You’re babbling nonsense, but so is Remus. Words of encouragement, words that tell you how good you’re taking all of him, how tight you are, how perfect you are. You’re meeting his every thrust, hips grinding against him, the stubble creating friction that tightens the coil in your stomach.

Remus attaches his lips to your shoulder, biting down as he pounds harder against you. You say his name like a mantra, unable to think of anything other than the feeling of him, all over, everywhere, filling, stretching, pounding.

“Rem,” You whine – so close. So, so close – “Come in me.”

Remus’ head snaps up, pupils blown, mouth hung open. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t falter, “What?”

“Pill. Just,” You gasp when he hits that spot, “Come in me. Please. Wanna feel it.”

Remus moans. Dirty and deep. He fucking moans.

He’s relentless, sweat dripping from his forehead, he releases your waist, hikes your thigh up over his shoulder, you scream. He urges you, tells you sweet things, details how he’s going to fill you up, bites the skin of your calf. His other hand reaches down, draws tight circles that have you seeing stars. You scream his name, loud enough for the entire street to hear, using the leverage on his shoulder to lift your lower back off the bed.

The feeling is dizzying, all consuming. It’s feverish, frantic, a wild chase to the end.

You clench, he hits the right spot, the sting of his teeth on your calf emulates up your leg, the stomach muscles holding you up clench, and he calls you baby, all at the right time. You see white. It feels like your entire body explodes, lights on fire, crashes and burns. You convulse, twitching and screaming, broken words and moans of his names, clenched vice-like around him.

You’re begging. Begging him to follow, to finish in you, even in your pleasure.

You’re still floating, but coherent enough, when Remus grows sloppy, uncoordinated, drops your leg from his shoulder, falls forward, hands at your sides to hold himself up. He jerks, groans, his head falls into your shoulder, and you whine, happily, dopily, when you feel the white-hot spurts of his come against your walls.

He’s breathing heavily, both your bodies slicked with sweat. He drops his weight onto you, and you welcome him happily. Your legs wrap around his lower back, you both wince with the movement. You can feel the slickness between you both, the way he’s dripping out of you. But you’re comfortable, lips pressed to his damp hair. You trace shapes on his back until he comes to, pushing up to press his lips to yours.

The clock on his nightstand reads four in the morning.

He gets up to leave and you whine, “Don’t go.”

Remus chuckles, “Just going to get a warm cloth. Be back.”

You allow him that, grateful he had the idea. You hear him running the tap in the bathroom and he returns with a warm cloth. He’s gentle when he wipes you clear. You wince and flinch, blushing when Remus presses gentle kisses to your thighs as he works. He whispers softly between kisses how pretty you are, how well you did.

He discards the cloth in the wash basket by his door and returns to the bed.

He groans as he settles, holding his arm out for you to fall into him. You do so, swinging a leg over his thighs. It’s then that you realise you’re both still very naked, and your shyness returns. Remus traces shapes on your arm, tucking his head over yours, lips to the crown of your head.

“I can hear your cute little brain running laps, you know.” Remus teases.

You roll your eyes, push your face further into his neck.

“I just came to you in the middle of the night for sex,” the post coital dread sets in tenfold, despite feeling the most relaxed you’ve felt in weeks, “I’m so sorry, Remus.”

You feel Remus shrug, “Don’t fret, sweetheart. I was more than happy to oblige.”

“But-“

“Get some rest, honey. We can talk more tomorrow.” He assures you, pulling the blanket further up your naked bodies.

You concede, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw, the stubble tickling your lips, “Okay.”

He pulls you closer, settles in. You allow sleep to wash over you, let the relaxation in your bones pull you under. It’s a dreamless sleep, a comfortable sleep, wrapped in Remus’ arms.

[crescenthistory]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FIREFIGHTER AU WITH MARLS 🙏🙏🙏🙏

I HEAR YOU AND I SECOND ☝️🤞 i'm taking this opportunity to utilise a genuine real thing that happened with my wife and i recently to fulfill the fantasy of firefighter!marlene – you're welcome and please don't judge me.

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i will ARGUE for prompt 59 "firefighter au" with marlene mckinnon

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: fem!reader, use of y/n, roommate!mary that has adhd, implied anxiety, flustered!reader, background marylily, embarrassed reader, marlene flirting on the job

wc: 2k

For a few hours there, you were ready to write this down as the worst day of your life.

Sharing a flat with your best friend was beyond a dream, and most days Mary was the most wonderful roommate you could ask for. She is one of the best cooks you know and she happily trades you cleaning up the common areas for making you dinner most nights. Her girlfriend, Lily, is a wonderful presence in the flat and the three of you have already established a tradition of wine night every Sunday. It was great.

There was mostly one problem – landlords in London were not known for being reasonable, and for the first while of living here, you were only given one set of keys. He had insisted that because "you girls are such close friends" you could get around with only one.

You knew he was just too lazy to have a copy made, but you weren't legally allowed to get it copied yourself without his permission. Thus far, it had been an endless back and forth over mail, and until you resolved it with him, you, Mary and occasionally Lily had to get by with this one key.

Which worked well until this wonderful Thursday afternoon where Mary walked downstairs to open the main entrance door for you because she had the keys – and promptly forgot the keys inside.

While in the middle of cooking dinner.

First floor flat with the window cracked open, just too high for you to climb into, and the keys locked inside with the dinner on the stove.

In other words, you were fucked.

“I've never had to call the fire department before.” Your voice was strained with anxiety as you walked back and forth before your front door, biting your nail beds until they bled.

Mary sat on the pavement with her head in her hands. She was more embarrassed than she would like to admit – more so about her ADHD making her forgetful than about the fact that she sat in her "I HEART MILFS" pyjama t-shirt in public. The first part you thought was no problem, but the second one was making you a little red faced as people walked by.

“Believe it or not, neither have I,” Mary replied defeatedly. “Can't be that bad, can it? Oi, stop that.”

She had noticed your biting. You merely switched hands before continuing. “What even is the protocol? What do you say, what–”

Your potential tirade was cut off by the sound of sirens. Your shoulders hiked up like you were preparing to be sent into the fire yourself, ready to face off against this 40-something-year-old man with a gruff personality you imagined stepping off the truck. 

Around the corner came the large fire truck, and already opening the passenger door and hanging half-out was – the most beautiful girl you had seen.

Suddenly you understood why people fancy uniforms. She was of average height and around your age. Her blonde hair was all messed up in a way most hairdressers could only dream of achieving purposefully, with baby pink streaks near the bottom around her shoulders. You could see her white top and suspenders through her zipped down uniform jacket. A huge grin warmed her face as she set her eyes on you, jumping down from the truck while it was still slowing down and smoothly striding up to you. 

You became acutely aware that you almost had your thumb in your mouth and promptly dropped it, staring at her.

“Evening, ma’am. You called?” The firefighter asked as she came up to you, teeth showing as she smiled.

It took you a minute to register that you were the ma’am in question. “Yes! I did- uh, we did.” You stumbled over your words, pointing over at Mary who was getting up from the curb with an entertained expression. 

The goddess herself lifted an eyebrow as she looked at you, crossing her arms over her chest. You couldn’t see much through the uniform, but you could see from the way she carried it and herself that she was strong.

“And?” She asked, words coated with a small laugh.

You could kick yourself.

“Sorry, sorry,” you laughed nervously, looking past your firefighter to where her colleagues were clambering out of the truck – four are too many to send for this, right? “Sorry, I’m just a bit stressed. Uh, my name is Y/N, over there is my roommate Mary. We live in flat 101 up there and unfortunately managed to get locked out while cooking dinner. Could we use your ladder to climb up through the opened window or something? We don’t want to be a bother.”

Her gaze never left you, a certain mirth dancing in her striking blue eyes. “Right, lovely to meet you, darling. Name’s Marlene, over there we have my crew James, Sirius and Remus. We’ll get this right sorted for you, you're no bother.”

She turned ever so slightly to wave and shout something to the boys by the truck as they started stretching out the ladder to reach the window. Meanwhile you looked at Mary with an expression you hoped read “HELP”. The absolute menace of a girl that she was had the audacity to laugh at you, pulling her phone up to type furiously, presumably updating Lily on the situation.

You were startled out of feeling sorry for yourself as Marlene came back up to you. “What is it you’re cooking up there?”

You turned to Mary, glad to be able to defer the question as your face became increasingly warmer beneath her gaze.

“I was just starting on some biryani,” she supplied, a bit abashed herself.

“Good taste.” Marlene grinned between you. “Biryani’s a bit tough to burn, so we’ve probably not got an emergency on our hands. Either way, I’ll be quick.”

To your half-delight half-horror, Marlene zipped her uniform jacket the rest of the way down and began taking it off. You made a guffawing sound that caught her attention and made her look up at you through her lashes as she shimmied out of it. “Everything alright, princess?”

"I– you really don't have to climb up, Marlene, we can do it. It's our mess." You hoped she saw past your flustering to see your genuine concern.

Marlene just laughed heartily. "It's my job to climb up and down that ladder, I think it's fine. Can't risk injuring a pretty girl like you."

Before you could respond, one of her colleagues whose names you had already forgotten, came up beside her and slapped a hand on her shoulder. “Marls, don’t kill the poor girl before we get her back in her flat.” He flashed you an equally dashing smile. “I’m James. Just say the word if you need protection from this one.” He jutted his thumb in Marlene’s direction, and she promptly hung her uniform jacket on it.

You're not sure what emboldened you, but past all your blushed stuttering you managed to say, "Thanks James, but I don't think I want protection on that front."

Marlene’s smile turned genuine as she turned back to you and started walking backwards to the ladder that the others had now positioned just below your window. “Good to know.” She winked at you before starting her ascent on the ladder.

“Where’s your kitchen, darling?” Marlene called while halfway up. Her biceps were flexing beneath her tight white top, on full display while her uniform trousers hung low on her hips. You had to shake your head to not be distracted.

“Just to the right when you go through the window,” you called back. You swore you heard a mumbled “thanks princess”.

You did hear some snickering behind you and turned over your shoulder to see Mary whispering with the tallest of the firefighters, one with tawny hair and some mean scars across his nose. They were looking at you and covering their mouths slightly, entertainment written all over their features.

“Making friends, Mary?” you asked, raising an accusatory brow.

“Just following in your footsteps, princess,” she replied, earning a laugh from the other firefighter before he schooled his face beneath your gaze.

You swear you could have kicked Mary if it wasn’t for these literal officers around you.

“I’m in!” Marlene called out jovially as she climbed in through your window and disappeared out of sight. Your attention was immediately drawn to her again.

“Would you mind going up to your flat door, sweetheart?” James asked as he began pulling the ladder down with the last firefighter's help, the one with dark long curls. “For when Marls opens it?”

Upon the request, your legs moved on their own accord up your one flight of stairs, seemingly drawn to where Marlene was. When you made it to your flat door, your first moment alone, you held your face in your hands and schooled your breathing. Too many things to be embarrassed over happened back to back and you were about to be put through even more.

Before you were quite able to gather yourself, your front door opened with a flourish. With one hand still on the handle and the other dangling your keys, Marlene stood before you, grinning. “Fancy meeting you here, princess.”

“Thank you,” you breathed out, beyond relieved to finally see the inside of your flat. You took the keys she held out to you. "Really Marlene, thank you so much, you're an actual lifesaver."

Her expression softened slightly, lips falling into a more genuine smile, though her air of bravado remained. You were beginning to wonder if that was just how Marlene was. 

“Does this happen to you girls often?” She asked with a raised brow, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned on your doorframe. You tried and failed not to look at the flex of her muscles.

“No, this was a first for us both. Long day, apparently.” You scratched the back of your neck, trying to laugh it off. Marlene’s eyes followed the movement. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, darling, it can happen to the best of us,” she said then, reassuring hand reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. “If it ever is to happen again, call us up on 999 like you did today, yeah?” Then, she took a step closer and handed you one of your own post-it-notes with an unfamiliar handwriting across it. “But if you ever want a more personalised course in fire safety, then this number is much more effective.”

You took the note from her with trembling fingers and when you looked up at her, you couldn’t help the wide smile that took over your face. Her energy was contagious. 

“I sure will.” Your voice was barely a whisper, slightly in awe.

"Great way to start my night then," she said with a wink before swinging past you with an elegance no one should be able to possess in those clunky trousers. "See you around, princess."

As Marlene disappeared from sight and you heard the loud friendly laughter downstairs from her and her friends, you entered your flat. She had turned off the stove and put the pan aside, nothing burned past the point of saving.

With a sigh, you dropped down on your kitchen table, glancing out through the still-opened window. There, Marlene was already looking up at you while hanging out of the firetruck, much like she had been earlier. She waved wildly at you, blowing you a kiss.

You though then that maybe, just maybe, this didn't wind up being the worst day of your life after all.

Though you would be getting endless shit for it from Mary and Lily for the foreseeable future.

[msmk11]

Oblivious

Marlene McKinnon x fem!reader

WC: 749

CW: Fluff; boys (ew!)

Summary: You are oblivious to boys' advances

Day 22 of mk's mad dash

You don’t notice anyone approaching you until the light filtering through the trees onto your book disappears. 

“Can I join you?”

The voice comes from Xenophilius Lovegood, who’s standing before you with his book bag slung over his shoulder.

“Yeah, of course,” you respond, shuffling over on your picnic blanket so that he can join you.

The Ravenclaw plops down onto the spot next to you with a smile, “Whatcha reading?”

“Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. It’s a muggle book.”

The blonde quirks his eyebrow at you, “Never heard of it. Is it any good?”

“Oh yeah. It's one of my favorites, actually.”

He nods, “Maybe I’ll have to borrow it from you sometime so that we can talk about it.”

You smile back at him kindly, “that’d be really nice. I always love to talk about books.”

Silence settles between you and you look down at your shoes, too shy to meet his gaze. 

“Not that I mind, of course, but why’d you decide to come over here?”

Xenophilius startles from his thoughts, “Hmmm? Oh, I just wanted to enjoy your company. Can’t blame a guy like me for wanting to spend time with a pretty girl like you.”

You blush a little and brush him off, “Well I’m always happy to have your company, Xeno.”

“Oh yeah? Even when-”

“Now what do we have here?”

You look up and see your best friend, Marlene, standing before you, leather-clad arms crossed across her chest.

“Marls, Xenophilius and I were talking, you’re being rude,” you scold, sending the boy next to you an apologetic look.

“Just wanted to come sit with you,” the blonde girl says innocently, “you can keep on with what you were talking about. Don’t mind me.”

You know there’s no point in arguing with her so you turn back to Xenophilius, “Sorry, what were you saying?”

He eyes Marlene warily before clearing his throat, “I uh, sorry, was just wondering if we could hang out again sometime. Maybe at Hogsmeade this weekend?”

“Oh! I mean, yeah, that would be lots of fun! We’d all love to hangout with you,” you answer kindly.

His eyebrows furrow in confusion, “we?”

“Yeah! Me, Marlene, Lily, Remus, and all the others. What’s one more?”

The blonde coughs and his gaze nervously flits between you and Marlene, “Oh, no, that’s okay. I was thinking we could hang out on our own. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“You wouldn’t be intruding,” you insist.

You look back at Marlene who, for some reason, has a shit-eating smirk on her face, “right, Marls?”

She looks at Xenophilius casually, “No, of course we wouldn’t mind, Xeno.”

The boy coughs again and smiles awkwardly, “It’s fine, really. How about another time, okay?”

You’re really rather confused why he won’t just agree to come with your friends, but you don’t push it, “Okay, okay. Another time.”

The blonde boy gets up and swiftly collects his bag, walking away with a quick wave. 

You turn to Marlene, “that was strange.”

She only busts out laughing, “yeah, that was strange alright.”

“What’s so funny?”

“Honey, I love you, but you are so oblivious sometimes.”

“What do you mean?”

“He was totally trying to ask you out.”

“WHAT?!” You screech, heat already rushing to your cheeks, “No he wasn’t?”

Marlene pulls you into her side and presses a kiss to your head, “He totally was, love. You’re just too cute and innocent to realize it.”

You pout and bury your head into her shoulder, “How was I supposed to know? I never know when boys are flirting with me.”

She pulls your face away from her shoulder, “If they’re always seeking you out, wanting alone time with you, and calling you pretty, they’re probably flirting with you.”

“But you do all those things,” you say, confused, “and you’re not flirting with me.”

Her hand that’s rubbing soothing circles on your back stills, “Who said I wasn’t.”

This time, it’s your heart that stills, “What?”

“Who said I wasn’t flirting with you?”

Your gaze darts down to her lips and you hope she doesn’t notice.

“Marlene,” you whisper.

The blonde reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “can I kiss you, sweetheart?”

You don’t even have the time to answer, her lips on yours in an instant.

With the way her skin feels against yours, you think you’re pretty okay with being oblivious to boys’ advances if it means you get to have Marlene instead. 

[xiphions]

the moments before Marlene's death (237 words)

just a little look into what's to come for my current wip Few and Far Between, but the snippet mostly stands on it's own.

No one ever expected the end. 

Maybe the war should have made it easier, maybe Marlene should have sensed it in the too bright days, in the quiet of those last moments. Maybe she should have been more afraid.

But she hadn’t suspected a thing. She had her fears, of course, but they were the same ones she’d always carried. She hoped for word from her friends, worrying about each of them. She missed Dorcas too, but always with the sense that she’d see her again.

Going to bed that night, she pulled the blankets over herself, lying within the same room she’d spent half of her life. Rather than fear, she was thinking about the future — about Dorcas coming around, and about fighting and winning. Even with the world bleak, she had her small hopes.

She was, in the end, expecting more time. Everyone did. Everyone thought they’d get eternity until it was snuffed out.

She would never know if it was better, the ignorance. She wasn’t blissful, she was still worn— anticipating spending years of her life in battle, taking risks over and over. And yet, even with all that, as long as she was breathing, she was glad for it.

Marlene was oblivious until she was staring down the barrel of death. She didn’t have a chance to be afraid. She never got so much as a proper goodbye.

Marlene never expected to die.

[s4turns-st4rs]

your camera roll with marlene mckinnon as your girlfriend !

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heard a whisper he wants to kiss her and i wanna know what it’s like

[resident-gay-bitch]

Please reblog so more marylene shippers can find this! <3

And comment if you’d like to be tagged when I post it :)

[mckinnon-mp4]

winter: love's so cold i can see my breath. summary: lilylene comphet cheating fic i cannot express how fun this was to write but i never got a chance to put it on tumblr. i'll do a formal moodboard and stuff asap i've just been SO busy.

words: 933

relationships: marlene mckinnon x lily evans, past lily evans x james potter

tags: infidelity, comphet, lesbianism, butch marlene, fem lily, baby gay lily

Calloused fingers pulled tight the laces of her boots. What she normally relied on as muscle memory had become so labored. She was sure somewhere in her mind she could pull out some irony, some joke, about all of this if she tried hard enough. The butch knew that things were messy being someone’s first girlfriend. She expected that. What she did not expect was to walk into this party, not even making it five steps in the door, firewhiskey in hand, and see her girlfriend, her Lily pressed up against James, kissing him like there was no one else in the world. Sure, maybe dropping her glass on the floor had been a touch dramatic. But the shattering glass seemed to snap Lily out of James’s clearly so enticing  embrace, and that was what she wanted. She shoved the door of Sirius’s flat open, put a cigarette in her mouth, and lit it. 

Merlin, how was she going to manage this. When Lily followed after her, doe eyed scowl paired with glassy eyes, her chest tightened. 

“Lily, what the fuck?” 

“Mac, that wasn’t what you think it was!” 

“Oh? You weren’t just sucking face with your ex boyfriend? Do I need fucking glasses?” 

“No- I was-“ She started “I just wanted to make sure it was different.” 

“And in all your brilliant ideas, you couldn’t come up with historical data? Fuck you.”

“Mac I–“ 

But the butch dropped her cigarette on the ground, stomped it out, and began stalking off. As far as she was concerned, every single person at this party was dead to her. She didn’t want to unpack it, to recall what it felt like when she was just figuring things out. She didn’t want to call upon her memories of not being “a real man,” and being told she was such pretty girl before she chopped off all of her hair and started finally feeling like herself. She didn’t want to think about how her entire life felt like a dress put on too tight, and that Marlene hated dresses. Marlene didn’t want to be kind or compassionate. She wanted to scream. She wanted the guilt at the back of her mind to quiet itself, because she had just been cheated on for fucks sake. She was absolutely going to lose it if she had to comfort someone else through that. 

Lily ran after the butch, her mind reeling as she tried to understand what just happened. Why did she do that? It was so FUCKING stupid. Maybe it was the commentary, maybe it was the red wine, but all of a sudden she was so unsure, so unsteady in her conviction. Here she was, her usual fierce spitfire relegated to insecurity over her newly publicized identity. 

“Lils, you can’t possibly be gay!” He had said, his arm wrapping around her waist. God, it made her skin crawl. “You liked me way too much. Besides-“ 

He got impossibly closer, “What’s she got that I don’t?” 

She wanted so badly to get out of that situation, but something gnawed at her. Something in her stomach shifted and turned, and anxiety burrowed in her chest. Maybe he was right. Maybe she wasn’t actually as into this as she thought she was. Maybe she was being stupid. Petunia had always said she was too desperate to be different, too odd. Maybe she was just following that to its end. And before she knew it, she was kissing James, just to quiet that voice in the back of her mind calling her a liar. Mac wasn’t here, and no one knew she was actually dating her anyway. What was the harm? 

But then, the glass was shattered and she couldn’t help the way she wanted to vomit. Of course it had been different. Of course things were different with Marlene. Of course she wanted to be with Marlene. 

Her feet were carrying her before she knew what was happening, and she was running down the street after the butch.

“Mac,” She mumbled, green eyes welling with tears, “He said he didn’t believe me and I started not to believe me and—“ She whimpered, “I’m so sorry.” 

“I don’t care.” Marlene replied, her grey eyes rolling. “You know what he’s saying about me in there? He’s saying ‘Lily went from a real man to whatever she is!’ He’s saying you’re here for a pity fuck! I don’t want anyone saying that kind of shit about me.” 

“You’re not giving me a pity fuck—“ Lily started, but Mac cut her off. 

“I’m the pity fuck! He thinks you’re with me because you feel bad for me! I don’t want anyone with me because they feel bad.” She mumbled. 

“I’m not with you because I feel bad, Mac. I’m with you because I want to be with you.” 

“You’re not with me.” Marlene replied, ice in her words, “Not after that fucking display.” And with that, she was off again. She could’ve walked across the whole of London, stomping and seething, if she hadn’t reached her own flat first. Her flat, where she had barely made it in the door after work, because she was running late to this fucking party. A flat where, sitting on the kitchen table Lily had left love letters and flower petals and a photo of the two of them just this morning. When she noticed it, it felt almost cruel. Her eyes welled with tears as she looked over the small shrine to their relationship, and Marlene couldn’t help but let out a guttural shriek. Happy Valentine’s day Marlene.  

[lottiescrown]

CAUGHT IN A BAD ROMANCE

@antlxrqueen  sent an ask for marlene x reader “hey im kind of better at you than this” “that’s impossible” “no it isn’t, i’m better than you at most things” & “okay i actually do feel bad so you can slap me once. one time.” from here

marlene mckinnon x reader

warnings; none

pt 1 !

"Hey Blondie! You know I'm the better beater out of the both of us!"

The blonde flipped her hair out of her face, cascading down in golden tresses, as she heard you speak once she got down off her broom, while Marlene knew she wasn't the best beater there ever was, she knew damn well she was better than you. "You're so funny L/n!—" Marlene's blue eyes narrowed in anger as she spoke, "Because the last time I checked, Gryffindor had the cup, not Hufflepuff,"

You scoffed at her, rolling your eyes before throwing a hair tie at her. "Ok, Rapunzel listen, since your best beater and chaser graduated, it's perfect time for Hufflepuff to win,"

Marlene stepped closer as she caught the hair tie and quickly put it on her wrist without a second thought; glaring at you with heat in her blue eyes. She couldn't believe you! Year after year, you two have been fighting over the littlest things, but she knew for a fact she was better at Quidditch than you, but she also knew that you were better at potions than her; though Marlene would never admit it. "You're so wrong L/n, James is captain this year and I'm faster on my broom than you!"

You stepped closer to her, noses almost touching. You could see the sweat on her forehead from her workout and the sun beating down on the both of you, but this time you could also see the beauty she held. Her grey eyes and freckles against her tan skin created an image of an angelic girl, but you knew better she was the devil incarnate to you, at least that's what you wanted to think.

Your eyes flickered down to her lips as you let out a shaky breath, she began to lean in and the world began to become obsolete and it was only the two of you here on the Quidditch Pitch. It felt like time stopped as her lips softly touched yours and Marlene placed her hands in your hair, her kiss becoming more and more urgent like you were the cure to all of her ailments. You kissed back with the same fever, your hands gathering at her waist. 

A few moments passed before you two separated, coming up for air, it had finally hit Marlene what she did and immediately she ran. she couldn't believe how stupid she was for that. She hated you! You two had been at each other's throats since the first time you met on the Quidditch Pitch in 2nd year. Ever since then Marlene felt it was her job to try one up you in everything. She cherished the moments where she could your face in disappointment when Gryffindor beats Hufflepuff at Quidditch. Or when Hufflepuff and Gryffindor share classes and she scores higher than you and rubs it in your face, she loves to see the cute pout on your face when she beats you in something. The blonde didn’t even think to look back behind her to see you standing there on the Pitch looking up at the sky in confusion.

Since that day on the Quidditch Pitch, Marlene has done everything to avoid you. From switching spots in class with James or Mary to eating lunch out in the courtyard with Lily and Mary. She couldn't bear to look at you, the blonde was terrified of you confronting her. So much so, Marlene was currently staring at her plate of a full English breakfast that Lily had put on her plate for her.

"Marls, C'mon you gotta eat, we can't have you passing out in the middle of the game!" Lily reprimanded her, her green eyes ablaze.

Mary nodded her head, agreeing with Lily. "Mar, you know Lils is right and I'm sure Y/n doesn't remember it's been two weeks!" Marlene's blue eyes brightened up like a lightning bolt striking. James walked by, intending to hype up Marlene for the Quidditch game against Hufflepuff.

"Marls! You ready for the game?" He turned to Lily, putting on a charming smile as he tousled his hair. "My dear Lilyflower how are you doing on this fine morning?" Lily rolled her eyes, before scoffing at him as she looked up from the table.

"Potter get lost, we're trying to hype up Marls to facing Y/n during the match," James raised his eyebrows, waiting for them to explain. Marlene banged her head against the table in agony, narrowly missing her plate.

She whispered quickly "IkissedY/nonthepitchtwoweeksagoafteranarguement" James tilted his confusion, looking a deer in headlights. "McKinnon you know I can't hear you when you whisper," Marlene groaned, before looking James in the eyes and speaking, “I kissed L/n on the Quidditch Pitch, after we argued, two weeks ago,” 

James choked out a laugh before he patted Marlene on the back. “That’s unexpected, but it’s nothing a little quidditch can’t fix it!” The blonde rolled her eyes at James as she picked up a piece of toast and flipped him off before Lily shooed him away from the girls.

Y/n sighed as you watched the back of Marlene. Its been two weeks since the kiss and all you can think about is her. It hurt every time you saw her change her seat with James or Mary, pretending you didn't exist or what happened didn't happen.

Amelia waved her hand in front of your face, trying to get you out of your thoughts. "Y/n! I asked if you're ready for the game today," Y/n looked away from Marlene to the brunette in front of her. “Oh, sorry a bit distracted today, yeah I’m ready for the game today,” You immediately returned to watching Marlene from afar. Amelia sighed as she watched you focus on Marlene. She snapped her fingers in front of your eyes, getting your attention back.

"No, no looking at Marlene until after the game! You're distracted!" You scoffed at her before stabbing a fork into the food right in front of you. "I'm not distracted, I don't know what you're talking about," She laughed and then flinged a piece of fruit at your face.

[jameskinniesrise]

Sirius: Bro- Remus : No, no, hold up, rewind. Remus : My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

[charbroiledchicken]

"you used to be such a big reader. what happened?" they ask

"i...have a lot of work." i reply, frantically closing all my ao3 tabs because im not about to go and tell people my biggest kin is harry potter's father's best friend's brother and his little fruity friend group

[fourmoony]

I HAVE THE BEST REQUEST AND IT'S PERFECT FOR JAMES! like imagine reader sitting at home and suddenly she gets a text from james to come outside and he's standing there🥲🥲🥲🥲 so she asks what he's doing there and he's like "i just wanted to kiss you" SORRY IF IT'S TOO SPECIFIC

thanks for requesting, sweetie!

f!reader 1.1k words cw: drunk jamie

You're half asleep when your phone pings, illuminating the darkness of your bedroom in a distracting glow and you're half asleep, content to ignore the single ping, a problem for tomorrow. But another one follows a moment later, the third only seconds after the second. With a huff, your hand reaches out to grab blindly for the device.

James' contact photo smiles at you from the corner of the notification box, his glasses askew and hair a mess. Your favourite photo of him, despite how vehemently he detests it. The messages are a jumble of words you struggle to make out, vowels in the wrong places and an amusing amount of emojis, even for James. A laugh huffs it way out of you as the three text bubbles appear once again, and a fourth message comes through. A photo of your house.

You'd be concerned, should anyone else have sent you the eerie looking photo of your house in utter darkness, but James is a love sick fool. You'd have to be blind not to know that about your boyfriend, even if things between you are still pretty new. He's not got a bad bone in his body. But it doesn't stop the way you sit up in a panic, scanning the floor of your bedroom for less embarrassing clothing. You come up empty, and your phone is incessantly buzzing in your hands now that James knows you've read his messages.

You use the glow of your phone to find your way downstairs, your house keys, make your way to the door and unlock it. James is sprawled out on the grass of your front garden, phone comically close to his face as he squints at the words he's typing. Drunk. Absolutely obliterated, clearly. You'll give Sirius shit for it, tomorrow, you think, as you let an exasperated laugh tumble from your lips.

James whips his head around at the noise, scrambles like a puppy to stand and bound his way over to you. He tramples some of the flowers planted around the borders of the grass and you fight a wince. He's on you in seconds, warmth radiating from him despite having been out in the cold for god knows how long. His arms are strong and steady, even though he reeks of beer, as he pulls you into them, lips firmly planted on the top of your head.

You try to peek over his shoulder for any sign of who dropped him off, but the street is empty, desolate, and you decide he must've walked from the pub.

Sleep still clings to the edges of your eyes as James pushes you back - uncoordinated and a little roughly, but you don't mind - and holds your face in his warm hands. "Hi, lovely girl." His voice is sweet and brimming with excitement at the sight of you and your heart swells.

"What on earth are you doing here, James?" You ask, though your words are kind and laced with amusement.

Your boyfriend only grins like the cat who got the cream, like he can't wait to tell you all about his adventure, until his eyes snag on your pyjamas. Technically, his pyjamas. His old juniors rugby top from secondary school and his boxer shorts, left abandoned by him last week when he'd slept in for breakfast with his mum and left in a hurry, a kiss placed to your cheek and the promise of being home for dinner. It had felt so domestic you'd had to talk yourself down from overflowing excitement for hours.

"Woah." James breathes, eyes wide.

You'd known he wouldn't mind you wearing his clothes, even if a little embarrassment at the idea had clung to your skin as you slipped them on before bed. But you hadn't expected him to feel like that about it.

"Easy tiger, you're three sheets to the wind." You chide softly, using the distraction to usher him into the hallway.

You close and lock the door behind him, place the keys in the bowl beside the door. James finds you in the darkness, hands soft against the fabric of his clothes on your body. You don't have to see him to know he's smiling that coy smile he gets whenever he seems to remember he has you.

"Am not." He mumbles, as if your statement has just now caught up with him.

You laugh, take his hand to lead him towards your bedroom. He follows quietly and without protest, but frowns when you flip on the overhead light and place him on the edge of your bed.

"What happened to Sirius' epic boys night on the town?" You ask, hands on his face as you crowd the in between of his legs.

His hands come to rest against the backs of your thighs, grip firm but soothing. He smiles, head lolling to the side, "Well," He sighs, as if buckling in for some wild tale of beasts slaughtered and mountains climbed, all just to get to you, "Sirius and Remus got drunk, like really, really drunk, and touchy and they were kissing and it made me realise how much I wanted to kiss you. So I left, and I came here for a quick kiss."

"A quick kiss?" You ask, eyebrow raised.

James just smiles, nodding dutifully, like it makes the most sense in the world. "Yeah, I gotta go back. They don't know I left."

You let out a long, suffering sigh, reaching for your phone beside James. "You can't just leave and not tell anyone where you're going."

"If they even realise I'm gone, they'll know where I am. With you." James shrugs.

"How do you reckon?"

"Where else would I be?" He asks, so serious and determined, so sure of himself that it makes your breath catch in your throat.

You can't help but smile, sweet and saccharine, glowing all over as you lean down to press your lips to James'.

"You're sweet."

James wrinkles his noise, grip tightening on your thighs as he pulls you down to him, falling backwards with a gentle thud. You catch yourself before your head collides with his nose and James grins, childish and playful, "You're sweet, too."

"Thanks, Jamie."

He presses his lips to yours, again, simple and warm. He knows he's in no condition for anything else, simply tucks you into his side and tries to get you to fall asleep with him, right there in the middle of the bed, on top of the blankets.

He's dead to the world in seconds, so you don't have much room for argument.

[crescenthistory]

hello carinaaaa !!!!! happy 2k :) u are one of the sole reasons for the resurfacing of my love for the marauders and i owe you my life for that truly…

could i request an argue for b5 with marlene mckinnon x reader? been thinking about bartender marlene far too often oh my lord… do you see my vision… reader who comes in once and marlene is teasing them all over the place and reader is like oh ok. i guess i am never drinking anywhere else ever again !!

one of the sole reasons?? baby that makes me so happy to hear, thank you so much for sharing<33 i most certainly see your vision and i'm in love with her

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i will ARGUE for prompt 5 "bar au" with marlene mckinnon

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: fem!reader, use of y/n, alcohol (all characters of age), modern muggle au, flirty!marlene, somewhat shy!reader, background pandalily

wc: 1.2k

You could quite honestly kiss Lily for suggesting going to this place instead of the regular pub at the end of your neighbourhood.

It was quite typical that an all-girls bar would open up in your area and you wouldn't hear of it before months had passed, but alas, you were grateful to finally be in the know. Lily had stressed that it wasn't a sapphic bar officially, but that was often what developed once no men were allowed in.

Safe to say, you were giddy.

When you walked in with Mary, Lily and her girlfriend Pandora, who you were enjoying getting to know at last, you were expecting a fun night filled with giggles and perhaps a bit of flirtation. You were mostly just hoping to spend time with your dear friends and let loose in a safe environment that wasn’t one of your crammed flats. 

Which was exactly what you got, until it was your turn to head up to the bar. Pandora had gone for all three of you the first two rounds, whispering something in Lily’s ear afterwards, and when they turned to you with wide smiles asking you to head up, you honestly just thought it was the usual rotation. It’s only fair to share the burden of shouldering in through past all the tipsy girls strewn across the bar. 

Lily waved goodbye to you as you walked away with your list of orders in your phone, turning to giggle into Pandora’s side. You chalked it up to the first few rounds of pornstar martinis getting to your notorious lightweight of a friend.

You turned away from Lily with a smile on your face – and immediately collided into a solid yet soft surface. You almost stumbled at the impact, but two warm hands came up to stabalise your upper arms. 

“Whoa, hey there pretty girl.” In any other bar, the collison and that sentence might have instilled fear in you, but now you just looked up to be met with a wicked grin on the most beautiful blonde girl you had ever seen. She was close enough that the baby pink streaks in her hair splayed across your own shoulder, almost tickling you. She only smiled wider when she saw you staring. “You in a rush or something?”

“I’m so sorry, I was just on my way to the bar, but was looking at my friend over there instead and I–” 

You were rambling, cheeks increasingly heating up as the woman hadn’t stepped away from you. She looked over your shoulder where you had pointed and let go of one of your arms in favour of waving. “Your friend over there, Lily?”

Through any embarrassment and confusion, you perked up. “You know Lily?” 

“Yeah, we shared some classes in uni.” She looked back to you, smile taking on a lopsided quality. “That would make you the best friend, Y/N, right?”

You had to swallow your reaction at hearing her say your name. “That’s me,” you breathed out. Before you could continue with anything, she squeezed your arm and let go of you, stepping backwards.

“Well, princess, I’m Marlene. You wanted something from the bar?”

To your horror, when she steps away you see her wearing a bar shirt uniform, one of the tight black ones with the logo embroidered over your heart. She swept up some empty glasses on the way, looking over her shoulder to beckon you to follow after her. 

She had to know what she was doing to you as she floated away with you on a leash like this, but your head was too cloudy and heart beating too fast to care all that much to resist it. You just followed with a dazed smile, leaning on the bar as she slipped behind it. 

There were people lined up all around the bar, but when Marlene ducked behind it and put the glasses aside, she only looked at you.

“What can I get you then, beautiful?” 

She had this ability to look right into your sould and you had to bite your lip to keep your smile from exploding too obviously. Still, you had teh decency to look side to side a bit shyly. “Is there not a line I should be getting into?”

Marlene leaned in closer to you, giving you a conspiratory smile. “I’ll excuse it this once. Payment for knocking into you.”

You murmured something under your breath about “I think I was the one who bumped into you”, but you read the “humour me” plea in her eyes. You could probably read her every last thought with how close she was, and you couldn’t find it in you to mind.

“Lily and Dora wanted some pitchers for the table. Blue Lagoon and Purple Summer?” 

Marlene wrote the order down on a little notepad on the bar before her without ever taking her eyes off of you. It did funny things to your stomach. 

“And you, darling?”

“Could I get one of the house cocktails? The Midnight Princess?” You had no idea where this shyness in you was coming from, but for once it didn’t feel so awkward. It almost gave you some sort of rush.

Marlene grinned at you. “A princess for a princess coming right up.”

It was a marvel to watch how she moved about behind the bar, grabbing all the ingredients and mixing them together as she went. Expertly avoiding her colleagues as she snuck around, it was almost like watching a figure skater in her element. If her biceps flexed beneath her shirt as she shook the mixers, you didn’t take notice of course.

When Marlene placed your drink on the bar, she kept the two pitchers in her hands. Without a word, she pushed the bar open with her hip and passed through it to come over to you.

“Oh, Marlene you really don’t have to–”

She cut you off with a laugh, clearly endeared by your protests. “Oh but I want to. Believe it or not, it’s not every day I meet a girl as pretty as you.”

With warm cheeks and a dry throat, you made your way over to your table where you saw Lily and Pandora grinning widely at you already. Marlene followed close by, you could feel the warmth radiating off her body and heard the swooshing of the pitchers she held.

“Lils, Panda,” Marlene greeted as she placed the pitchers down on the table. She had stopped right beside you, almost as close as when you ran into her earlier. “Here’s your pitchers. You’ve got great taste.” She winked at Lily in a way that felt knowing, conspiratory.

Marlene then turned to you with a pleased smile. “Lovely meeting you, princess. Come up to the bar anytime you need me.”

With a quick press of her lips to your cheek, she was off. You stared after her for a second before letting your fingertips come up to ghost over your cheek.

When you turned to Lily’s hopeful smile, you were placing some pieces together. “That wasn’t normal service now, was it?”

Lily shrugged, as if she had no idea what she was talking about. “Told you you’d like it here.”

[curiouslymyown]

Marlene the kind of guy to say ‘go piss girl!’ whenever someone is going to the toilet

[msmk11]

marlene mckinnon

masterlist ↠

-one shots-

nothing yet!

-head cannons-

↠ Marauders Era Gym HC’s

↠ Marauders era hcs: how they would react to you filming a sexy dance for tik tok

↠ Marauder's Era HC's- How They React When You Ask Them If They'd Still Love You If You Were a Worm

↠ Marauder’s Era HC- Jet Lag

-series-

nothing yet!

-blurbs-

↠ Oblivious

[my-castles-crumbling]

skeptic - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 272

“I heard you’re going to Potter’s for the holidays,” Marlene McKinnon said to Regulus one day in mid-December, causing Regulus to give her a funny look. Sure, they had mutual friends, but they’d never had a one-on-one conversation before.

“Erm…yeah,” he shrugged, another swell of nerves flooding his system. He was trying not to have daily panic attacks about meeting James’s parents, but so far he was failing miserably.

McKinnon gave him a smile that seemed more like a smirk. “Good luck. You’re in for it.”

Regulus’s stomach dropped. “Sirius says they’re both amazing?” he said, tone coming out more like a question.

“Oh, they are. Which makes the fact that they’re both bloody hot ten times worse,” McKinnon chuckled. “Trust me. You lucked out with James. His gene pool is like a Greek God’s or something. Euphemia Potter is so fucking-”

“I mean, they’re his parents. How attractive can they be?” Regulus interrupted skeptically, eyebrows knitting together. McKinnon was a bit weird.

“Sure. Go into it unprepared. Your funeral,” McKinnon shrugged, still grinning.

But, a week later, as the train arrived on the platform and James excitedly led Regulus to two people who could only be his parents, Regulus had to physically bite his lip to stop himself from gasping as he took in Fleamont Potter’s appearance. His salt-and-pepper hair, his glasses that perched on his chiseled face, his piercing eyes and warm expression…the trimmed scruff that gave him a distinctly approachable but still authoritative feel….not to mention his outfit.

One thing was for sure: if James Potter aged to look anything like his dad, Regulus had lucked out, indeed.

[blossomarlia]

hi, could you write a drabble with reader x remus where she rlly struggles with getting involved or going to hang out with people without explicitly being invited (just feeling really worried about being rejected) and he kind of reassures her and looks after her?

hi, thanks for this request! hope you enjoy, i generally don't write school-aged drabbles but thought this fit the best.

summary: your fear of being rejected stops you from joining your friends, but remus reassures you

remus x fem! reader (implied early stages romance)

Sitting by one of the fireplaces in the Gryffindor common room, you’re wondering how many of the people around you have exchanged glances over the top of your head. You can almost feel judgement thickening the air, raised eyebrows and confused smiles that ask why is she even here? To be honest, the only reason that you haven’t moved away is that you were technically sitting here first, and the rest of them milled in and took their spots nearby- then again, was it purposeful, your taking a place on one of the sofas they often use? In hindsight it’s just embarrassing. They must be assuming that you sat down just so they’d have no choice but to talk to you. 

You know you’re expecting the worst of this group, none of whom particularly deserve it. The flock of seventh-years surrounding you are generally a good bunch; Lily, Sirius, Marlene, Mary, Peter, James, Remus, and Dorcas,. You want to be one of them more than  you want most other things, which is somewhat pathetic and completely obvious in the way you’re always hanging around. They may all be lovely, and your friends (to some extent), but you know how irritating it can be if there’s always someone not quite in the group hanging around.

You should leave. Get up and make some comment about homework, or whatever, and wait for absolutely nobody to stop you. It’s kinder to everybody. Isn’t it?

Lost in your thoughts, you miss what Lily says next, and then they’re all getting to their feet. You give what you hope is a casual smile, simultaneously relieved of your spiralling and disappointed that they’re fulfilling your expectations.

There’s a tap on your shoulder- Remus, your favourite, whose hair has grown out over Christmas and now curls over his ears. He seems to get taller and lovelier with every passing moment. It’s difficult to make eye contact.

“We’re heading to the greenhouses, did you hear?” He says quietly, hand stilling instead of pulling away. You press your lips together and nod, carefully hiding any sort of misplaced hurt. It’s not as if you’re entitled to an invitation.

“Alright, I’ll see you later!” Too enthusiastic.

His brows pinch together. “You’re not coming?”

You look up at the others, who are collecting scarves and bags on their way to the portrait-hole. How can you admit to Remus that you don’t think they want you along? How can you tell him, anyone, that you’re far too afraid of being made fun of, or becoming a joke within their tight-knit group, to risk it?

“Oh, I don’t know. I have heaps of homework.”

“You do?” He raises his eyebrows. You feel caught, despite not having been accused of any sort of lie. “I thought you finished it all yesterday.”

You’d been studying when he and Lily joined you, and all day you’ve been wondering why they chose to. You probably put a but too much value on people choosing to sit next to you in class or during study; it’s unlikely that it was more than an absence of other free tables.

“...Some, yeah. And I wouldn’t want to- you know, I wouldn’t…” You trail off and give an awkward laugh. Remus’ gentle expression is making the inside of your mouth hurt.

“What?” You’re not used to your excuses mattering so much. Mostly, you mutter something and disappear to your dorm in time to avoid any drama. Is he feeling guilty, awkward about having made plans as a group in front of someone else? You cringe at the notion of Remus realising how friendless you probably are, of his pity. 

You know it’s your own fault for being like this. You’ve had friends in the past- cool, funny, popular, attractive- who frequently left you out on purpose. A drunken conversation in fifth year revealed that you were tolerable at best, a joke at worst. Always pushing in and so desperate for invitations that to extend them could only be ironic. 

You think about that more often than you should. You’re constantly hyperaware of how tolerable you are, sure that you’ll say or do something which will make everyone else realise exactly why you’re not in any particular group. You can’t let that happen yet with all these people, so full of love for one another that even proximity to them feels like the experience of it. Still, they’re teenagers. Judgement is an automatic response, and Remus is clever in the way he jokes. He’ll retell this conversation to roaring laughter if you reveal too much- not that he’s ever unkind, but you sort of invite a bad impression, you think.

“It’s really fine,” You assure him. “I’m tired. It’s cold, too.”

“Right,” He nods, glancing downwards. You think you’ve won (as much as you can win, here) until he turns to James and Peter and says, “I think we’re going to stay here. Bit chilly.”

What?

James frowns, making a sound of protest. “Moony!” His eyes fall to you next, and you look away, guilty and embarrassed. You’d never even considered that pity would drive Remus to actually stay here, and now they’ll all hate you. Nice job, very well handled.

Marlene is next. “‘Cas has just finished growing the Alihotsy plant, though. We’re all going.”

“It’s been weeks since we all had the evening off- or at least, since Potter and Black didn’t have a detention each,” Lily reasons more kindly. She receives twin protests from the boys on either side of her, but remains unbothered, adding, “It’d be nice to spend a bit more time as a group.”

You’re awfully close to tears. All you’d wanted was to relieve them of yourself, to retreat to your room and wait until somebody explicitly invited you somewhere (if ever), and now you’ve gone and ruined everybody’s evening. You turn to Remus, more urgent than is likely normal. “Please just go with them,” You say softly, aware that your voice is all wobbly. “I’m just going to go to bed, I don’t want to interrupt all of you catching up. Please, it’s really okay.”

There’s a brief silence that spans the entire crowd. They’ve all heard, are all likely attempting not to laugh. Remus is giving you an awful look. 

“...Are you okay, lovely?” Mary asks. You can’t look at her, can’t look at any of them, but you’ve always been alright at masking emotion in your voice when you really try. You force something like a smile.

“Yes! Yes, completely fine, I’m only tired. Post-holiday blues, maybe.” You laugh and it sounds terrible. “I’ve really only got to go to bed. You all have fun!” Silence again. 

“We might join you all in a bit,” Remus says firmly. There are a few worried noises of assent, and they all head off. Now, you do see them looking at one another, frowning and looking upset. Poor Remus, you imagine them saying on their way to the greenhouses, stuck looking after her while we all escape.

Remus asks you to sit down again three times before you agree, still rather set on going to bed so you won’t cry in front of the entire common-room.

“What’s making you so upset?” He asks softly, once he’s finally detained you. You blink quickly and cast a glance around at the other students in the common-room, afraid to embarrass yourself more than you already have, but he’s quick to assuage the fear. “I cast a muffliato when James began talking about the Alihotsy prank- ages ago. Nobody’s heard anything, I promise.”

You swallow harshly. “Oh. Thanks. I’m sorry I’m being so- so-”

“If I could,” Remus says, firm but kind, “This will be a lot easier if we can get to the problem, here, rather than whatever you think you’ve done wrong.”

“I- right. Okay. Um,” You stammer. “They’re not really mutually exclusive.” “Why don’t you want to come? Did somebody say something hurtful?” You look at him, slightly startled. “What? It’s not that I don’t want to.”

Remus seems perplexed, looking the way he does when he’s working out a particularly difficult exam question. “No?”

“No.” You twist your fingers together so tightly that they hurt. “No, it sounds fun, it just… it’s not as if I’m going to demand to be brought along, am I?” The joke falls flat. You think you already knew it would, but it’s still a bit embarrassing to laugh and be met with a concerned frown.

 You take a few longer breaths. You can fix this. You have to fix this. 

“Look, it’s kind of you to stay here, but like Lily said- you all have the night off. It’s really not so bad not to spend it as a group. I want you to go, really.” The next smile is easier. You’ve done this before, convinced people not to feel bad for you. 

“Why would you need to demand to be brought along?” Remus asks. “We made the plans while you were right here.”

“You all made plans together,” You explain slowly. “You know, having an evening to yourselves and that sort of thing. There’s no need for- you know, I’m honestly just tired. That’s probably why I’ve reacted so oddly, it’s my own fault.”

Remus looks at you for a long while, so intent that your skin gets prickly and uncomfortable. Eventually, he speaks, quiet and considered. “...You haven’t acted oddly if that’s how you’ve been feeling.”

“Tired?”

“No, excluded.” He says gently. “You really didn’t know you were invited?” You don’t answer with more than silence, and he sighs. 

“You were. You’re always invited, dove, of course you are.”

Trying not to get to hung up on impossibilities, you shake your head quickly. “It’d be a bit rude to assume that.”

“It wouldn’t.” Remus replies immediately. Then, “Dove, what are we going to do with you?” Entirely too much to comprehend. You’re glad he goes on. “Would you look at me for a moment, please?”

You want to ask him why, or refuse, or run up to your dormitory, but you do as he says. You wonder if he knows that he could ask you to do almost anything and you’d say yes, if he’ll only keep looking at you with his coffee-coloured eyes.

“All of us- we want you to come along, wherever we are. You’re important to lots of people. Do you understand that?” “I- I just don’t want to push myself in.” You say, mortified.

“You aren’t. You’re being pulled, if anything, yeah?” His lips quirk. “When Lily said those things about spending time as a group, she meant you, too. If somebody said something that made you think otherwise, I’ll-”

“Nobody said anything,” You tell him feebly. This is all rather a lot to take in. “I think… maybe it’s more that nobody’s said I am invited, or a part of- I don’t know, it’s all sort of stupid.”

“No it’s not,” Remus disagrees. He pinches your chin quickly between thumb and forefinger, frowning again. Mary once commented that Remus would look sixty by the time you all left school, with all his worrying wrinkles. “Not stupid, but it’s not very kind to yourself, either. Why shouldn’t we want you around?”

You open your mouth and close it at his raised eyebrow. “Rhetorical question?” 

“Rhetorical question.” He confirms amusedly. “There’s no point arguing, because we do. I do. I wish you wouldn’t think otherwise.”

“I’ve only been friends with all of you for a little while, though. You’ve all been mates since first-year.” At that, Remus outright scoffs. “Have we, now?” 

You shrug. 

“James and Lily always liked each other, then? Dorcas didn’t only just start hanging around us as well?” You look down, and he sighs. “However long everybody’s known one another, the most important bit is that we all like each other, yeah? It wouldn’t matter whether we became mates at eleven or two days ago- we’re friends. Or- you know.”

You definitely don’t know, but you’re going red anyway. He was definitely talking about Lily and James- that’s all he meant by ‘you know’. Isn’t it?

Remus scratches the back of his head, quiet for another second. Then, “...Why don’t we go down to the greenhouses? We’ll stick together the whole time, you’ll not be sat by yourself again.”

“I don’t want to make you babysit.”

Remus tsks, expression becoming sterner for a moment. “Don’t think that way about yourself. I’m asking because I want you to come- it’s not worth going if you aren’t there.”

The long moment it takes for you to decipher whether he’s only being nice or if that’s the truth is enough for Remus to decide that you don’t really have a choice in the matter. Tugging you to your feet, and seeming taller than ever with your proximity, he winds his own scarf around your neck and pushes some hair behind your hear. You let him, mostly because you’re too surprised to do anything about it.

“Let’s go, before they all decide to try some of the Alihotsy themselves. Gloves?”

You manage a nervous giggle, putting your mittens on when he hands them to you. “Thanks.”

“That’s alright. Come on,” He gives you a crooked sort of smile. It’s sometimes difficult to tell if Remus is aware how good-looking he is. 

The entire group are far too enthusiastic at yours and Remus’ arrival fifteen minutes later, given the fact that it’s hardly been half an hour since they left. Either way, you’re quickly pulled into a squabble between Lily and James about- as Remus predicted- the logic of trying some Alihotsy for themselves. 

“Thank Merlin you came, you’re the only one who won’t be completely daft about this!” Lily says, linking her arm in yours. You smile before catching Remus’ eye and looking down, feeling yourself flush. Smug bastard, you think fondly.

It’s an entire two hours before everyone heads back up to the castle, having thoroughly violated curfew but without (to James and Sirius’ chagrin) having tested any of the plant which would induce hysterical laughter. You find yourself walking beside the tallest of the group in comfortable silence, a few steps behind the rest.

“Thanks for making me come with you,” You say, perhaps a little more earnestly than you ought. “It was really nice.”

“‘Course, dove.” You look up at Remus to find he’s already looking at you. He clears his throat, glancing over at Sirius and Marlene where they’re pretending to push each other into the snow. It’s likely to end in one of them following through and the other swearing eternal hatred. “We’re all glad you came along. Could even make a habit of it.”

You exhale a laugh. “Maybe.”

He gives you a sideways look. “Oh, ‘maybe’, is it?” “...Conceivably?” You grin, darting away when he grabs at you and sort of wishing you’d stayed still just to see what he’d do. Remus fixes you with a teasing glare.

“Watch it, sweetheart.”

You blink, choking on words for a minute. Sweetheart? Sweetheart!? Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheartsweetheartsweetheartsweetheart-

“You alright?” 

“Yeah!” You say, too quickly. Remus misreads your flusteredness as something else and softens, taking hold of your sleeve and tugging you towards him. You go easily.

“If it’ll help,” He says thoughtfully, “You can ask me if you’re invited to things. Or I’ll just tell you. Then you won’t have to go to the trouble of assuming either way.”

You like him so, so much. “That’s really nice of you, Remus.”

“Eh,” He shrugs. “You know me.”

Now, it’s harder not to smile than anything else. “I don’t want you to go to any trouble. It’s really my problem, I shouldn’t-”

“Enough,” He interrupts gently. “Just say yes, dove, if it’ll help. I won’t be unhappy either way.”There are several places within you, the more unkind parts, that say accepting his offer would be like accepting pity. But there are also places that are warmed at the thought, that remember how people reacted when you arrived in the greenhouse, that can start imagining a reality wherein nobody hated your presence by the sofas tonight, and those bits win the argument for the first time in a very long time. You look up at Remus, his soft eyes and fluffy hair dusted with snow, and nod.