#pandora lovegood x dorcas meadowes

[babydipper]

“Word of warning, mate,” Mulciber spits with a cruel smirk, “she doesn’t swallow.” Pandora looks stricken and Dorcas can feel her blood boil at Mulciber’s confession. She wants him dead. Wants him to be ruined, left in pieces, and forgotten. She wants to ruin him completely with her own hands.

But before Dorcas can move, Mulciber is already taking a step back and touching his face. There’s blood on his fingers. It drips down his arm. Ruins his robes. Ruins his pride. For a second, there’s nothing but the smell of iron and she has to close her eyes to fully experience it, process it. The ruby drops blinded her, reflecting in Pandora’s dress.

Before Dorcas could move, Remus Lupin punched Mulciber in the face.

Remus Lupin has punched Mulciber for Pandora. Nothing makes sense anymore.

-

Dorcas ends up with Lupin on a fake balcony Pandora found a year ago. It’s evidently forgotten by the staff and it’s based on the ground floor, which makes it perfect for hiding and smoking when they want to spend time alone. She sits on the railing, watching Lupin with a cold bottle of firewhiskey to his face.

Mulciber punched back before leaving the party and now she has to babysit Pandora’s new boytoy. She would heal him if he asked. He hasn’t. “We’re lucky Rosier didn’t get to him first,” Dorcas says because the silence is eating her alive along with alcohol in her system. She has found a stray cigarette in the pocket of the jumper she has stolen from Evan, so she lits it up with a spell. She likes the little gifts he leaves her. “It would bloody ruin everything.”

“Why?”

“Because he and Barty would kill him,” Dorcas confesses. “And it would have consequences.”

Remus laughs harshly, but he seems genuine. “Yeah. Yeah, it would. It will for me.”

“So your little friends weren’t supposed to know,” she plays with the cig in her hands. “I wonder what Black will say about hanging out with his baby brother in the same room.”

Something passes through Lupin’s face and it’s not caused by the building-up bruise. Dorcas puts her cheek on her knees. Everything smells like cigarettes and alcohol and Autumn. It’s the smell of disaster. She likes it best. “His opinion on my life is irrelevant.”

This is it. This is why he hangs out with Pandora and why he hasn’t gone to his dormitory the second Mulciber’s fist met his face. Dorcas takes pity and passes the cig. Lupin takes it with grace she hasn’t suspected him to have. He has to smoke, she decides. It makes him less of a loser.

Pandora slips through the window, the only way to get to the balcony, still wearing heels. Her makeup is smeared a little and her hair is a mess, but other than that and some blood on the dress, she looks fine. Not as if her birthday party got ruined. And certainly not as if her ex-boyfriend humiliated her in front of people. She watches them briefly, Lupin on the ground and Dorcas on the railing. “Fuck,” Pandora goes then, “Fuckity fuck.” She’s drunker than Dorcas remembers, but she doesn't blame her. “I bloody hate him. I didn’t even get to kiss anyone,” Pandora pouts.

So Dorcas leans in and kisses her, hard, all tongue and teeth. Pandora melts. They part hearing a noise, quite startled. Lupin has let go of the bottle, but fortunately, it hasn’t broken. He looks even more startled, so Pandora smiles her most dangerous smile. The one that is so sweet that it just can’t mean anything good. She squeezes Dorcas’s hand in thanks and falls down beside the bloke. “You want to join?” she asks innocently.

Lupin opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again. It gives Dorcas enough time to get the bottle and start to drink with her hips leaning against the railing. Firewhiskey burns her throat. She enjoys the feeling. “Fuck, sorry,” he tries, “sorry for stalling. I’m making this awkward.” He brushes his hair with his hands and then he does the same to his face; the cigarette has long since been finished. Dorcas passes him the bottle. He drinks greedily. “Fuck, I don’t think I like girls like this anymore. Does it make sense?”

“No,” Dorcas says.

“Yes,” counters Pandora and shoots her a glare. Dorcas just shrugs in response.

[jeanmoreausautismstickers]

My bartylus headcanons

they started dating in fourth year, and have only dated each other up until Regulus' death

Barty LOVED making flower jewlery, and would beg Regulus to wear his creations (he always said yes in the end)

in third year, Barty began convincing Regulus to skip classes on days his mum had sent a letter, because he knew it always upset Reg. it became sort of a tradition for them, and was one of Regulus' favourite activities

Barty *hated* quidditch, but loved watching Regulus so he stuck it out and came to all the matches anyway

Pandora was the first person they told, and she (very excitedly) told them she was also queer, and dating Dorcas

they went on double dates with Pandora and Dorcas

Sirius accidently found out about their relationship when he went to visit Regulus after a quidditch accident, and they were holding hands while Reg slept (Sirius was Pissed)

Regulus liked having his hair played with, and Barty would find any excuse to touch his boyfriend so he happily obliged

Barty adored calling Regulus pet names, and they always got Regulus to blush

literally always touching in some way. Barty loves PDA (it's the childhood trauma) and Regulus liked making him happy

they used to sit by the lake and feed the Giant Squid

the first time they snuck down to the kitchens, Barty got to watch how kindly Regulus treated them and was Very Surprised

there was nothing Barty enjoyed more than listening to Regulus talk about things he was passionate about

Barty punched Sirius in the face when Regulus told him that Sirius had left.

Barty was the only one who knew Regulus missed Sirius. to everyone else? he didn't care. but Barty knew, he'd seen the tears and held Regulus through the nightmares, watched him sob when Sirius burned his letters at breakfast. he Knew because he was the only one Regulus trusted

Evan was SO MAD when he found out. not bc homophobia no thats a twink man, no he was fuming because he was the last to know and he walked in on them in bed

ty for reading <3

[the-original-gays]

James was the mum friend in a "wraps you in a soft blanket and makes you tea when you're not feeling well" way.

Sirius needed someone to love him.

Remus needed someone to accept him.

Peter needed someone to value him.

And James made sure each of them went to bed smiling.

Regulus was the mum friend in a "chasing you around the house screaming at you to not put forks in the plug sockets" way.

Evan had no regard for safety, his own or others.

Barty has no impulse control.

Pandora did dangerous experiments on a daily basis.

Dorcas would do just about anything if you paid her enough.

And Regulus was just trying to keep those fucking idiots alive.

[not-rab]

Pandora: The floor's lava!

James: *helping Regulus onto the table*

Barty: *kicks Evan off the sofa*

Dorcas: There are two types of boyfriends

[immadeofdustandshadows]

Marlene: who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Sirius and Remus's conversation?

Peter: me. I'm in the laundry basket

James: I'm in the washing machine

Regulus: I'm in the closet

Pandora: we accept you, reg 💕

Regulus: no I'm literally in the closet

Dorcas: LOVE IS LOVE 🏳️‍🌈

[rudamaruda520]

James: What the fuck?! Crouch just fucking bit me!

Regulus: oh finally!

James: huh?

*Regulus, Evan, Pandora and Dorcas collectively roll up their sleeves to show him teeth marks*

Pandora: It means you're accepted. Biting is his love language.

[ecstarry]

imagine regulus’ bachelor trip were he made pandora best woman and she makes everyone wear pink team groom shirts and pink cowboy hats with sparkles and honestly reg doesn’t mind because the sight of all of them with matching shirts in the airport is fucking hilarious they are in the american express lounge waiting for their flight and parents are keeping their children close and covering their ears because barty ‘bad mouth’ crouch can’t stop talking about all the absolutely not family friendly activities they will be doing that weekend

[isabel-lillah]

“Did you hear Frank Longbottom hooked up with Alice last week?”

James stood in an empty classroom’s door barely containing his laughter. Regulus, Barty, Evan, Dorcas and Pandora were gossiping so loud he heard them through the closed door while walking down a corridor. They were in so deep they hadn’t even noticed James walking in two minutes ago.

“What?”

“Yeah, apparently it happened at the Ravenclaw party last week.”

“But Alice? Seriou- James?”

It was honestly hilarious how quickly the slytherins (and a ravenclaw) paled after realising he was there, listening. However, they had forgotten everyone in the castle is a gossip - James included.

Plus, he's a gryffindor, so he has a bit more information about the situation.

So James just pushed himself off of the doorframe and joined in: “Did you know they’re officially dating now?”

“They’re what?”

[sweeterelease]

regulus needs someone to kiss. pandora got him into this stupid muggle romance novel and while he can admit it's good writing, all the kissing going on inevitable makes him remember his past experiences, experience. he can't get his brain to stop comparing every affectionate scene with the three-way incident he had with barty and evan in third year. it wasn't even a kiss for merlin's sake, just awkward lips and cheeks pressing against each other, honestly, what were they thinking?

anyway, now he can't help the memory coming back whenever the male lead grabs his partner's face in his hands, it's actually a problem. so he'll listen to dorcas' just kiss someone else, that way those bastards won't be your only reference. dorcas is always right, maybe it could work. the issue now is where in earth does he get someone to kiss him?

he'll figure it out tomorrow. now, dinner is ready and he'll do pretty much anything to get his mind off the book’s happenings for a bit. regulus came in later than usual, the great hall is filled and it's kind of hard to walk through the sea of people, so he bumps into someone's back. shit, a gryffindo— oh hi reg, are you looking for sirius?

regulus stares into james potters' eyes, the boyish grin, he ponders. do the cons outdo the pros in this situation? would the consequences be worth it? hmm. james calls his name a second time and waits patiently, after a couple of seconds without response his eyes wander around nervously.

would you like to kiss me? he finds himself asking, in the middle of a crowded room, with his friends waiting for him at his house's table and his older brother looking at him curiously from across the hall.

james blinks once, twice, three and four times. he clears his throat and sorry, don't think i caught that right? it sounds out of breath, regulus can't tell if it's a good or bad sign.

regulus repeats himself, not sure what's so difficult about a yes or no answer. he continues with i need, um— experience, regulus feels a growing blush at that, definitely not a good sign.

experience. james calls, it's then when regulus catches the deep crimson around the older's cheeks, nose, neck? merlin, it's everywhere. is it really that embarrassing to be asked for a kiss by regulus? well then.

right. i apologize for asking that was— hands wrap around regulus' neck to pull him up. he can't do much but melt into james' embrace and take his kiss.

regulus blinks, he expected james to kiss like he does pretty much anything else, big, loud, unapologetic, and without holding back. but this kiss is tender, a tentative brush of the lips, almost fragile, and he holds regulus like he's made out of glass, like he's sad it has to end. frankly, it's sweet.

james pulls back and stares into regulus eyes, searching. he's shaking, regulus notices, and it takes until his feet meet the ground again to recover from whatever spell this man has put him through, actually— he's not sure it's over quite yet.

was that 'experience' enough? james rasps, brown eyes now glued to regulus' lips. he snakes both hands up the taller's back to mirror the ones still holding his jaw, relishing in the shivers he feels erupting. regulus stares into james potters' eyes again, the slightly bruised lips, he ponders.

no.

[mydeadgaywizards]

marauders “hear me out” cake except it’s just everyone putting fleamont and effie while james dies in the background

[justafandomgirly]

Pandora: Lily asked me for the time today so we’re basically married

Regulus: James glanced at me when I bumped into him so he’s definitely in love with me

Dorcas: I hate single people

[jeanmoreausautismstickers]

Regulus “give me back my wife” Black and Dorcas “she is literally my girlfriend” Meadowes

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus: James , how do I get revenge on my enemies?

James: The best revenge is letting go and living a fulfilling life.

Regulus:

Regulus: Barty, Even, Dorcas, Pandora, how do I get reven-

All four at once: Knife

[melemart]

If there was a yule ball during the marauders era

[iloveyouimsorrry]

it was supposed to be two weeks off of school but for some reason i watched a wolfstar tiktok and now it’s three years later and i run a tumblr about harry potters dead dad, dead mom, his dead Godfather, his dead teacher, his dads dead boyfriend who’s also the Godfathers brother, that guys best friend and his boyfriend, a random girl who was mentioned one time in the series because “she was killed two weeks after this was taken”, her girlfriend, luna lovegoods mom, and the guy who betrayed them all

[alpha-canis-major]

The Slytherin Skittles sitting by the black lake

Barty: So Evan, about that date on Friday?

Evan: Shagging in the morning instead of the evening barely counts as a date Crouch.

Barty: Yes it does! Dorcas, shagging in the morning counts as a date right?

Dorcas: If it's just shagging and nothing else afterwards, it's only a date if you didn't share a bed the night before.

Evan: Thank you, at least someone agrees.

Barty: Fine, we won't share a bed the night before.

Evan: Oh you're such a pretentious arsehole, Reggie are you hearing this?

Regulus: Huh?

Pandora: I think Regulus is a bit preoccupied with James Potter and his current lack of a shirt.

Pandora:*passing him some water* Here, you look thirsty.