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theprongspotter · 4 months

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24 Prompts til Christmas: Day 19

“Christmas Shopping” (Dorlene)

“Oh my gosh, Marls, look at this crop top.” Dorcas gasps dramatically, pulling her wife over to a light blue crop top.

“Get it if you want it, babe. You look so good in that color.” Marlene compliments, pecking Dorcas’ cheek. “But, you also have to remember that we are here to get some last minute shopping done. The Christmas party is tonight and we still don’t have half of the gifts yet.”

“Mhm, yep, gifts,” Dorcas says as she admires a soft purple pair of overalls.

Marlene sighs and pulls on the woman’s arms. “C’mon, love, we need to go. We can come back later, I promise.” Dorcas caves and follows Marlene through various isles. Books for Regulus and Remus, jewelry for Pandora, new converses for Lily, etcetera, etcetera.

The two women stayed pretty focused and on task until they stumbled upon a rack of ugly sweaters.

“Wait, wait, look at this one.” Dorcas giggles, holding up a bright green sweater. Santa’s face is plastered on it and he’s wearing sunglasses. Various sweets surround him, and in big letters it says ‘I DO IT FOR THE HO’S.’ Tears are brought to Marlene’s eyes as she laughs.

When she catches her breath, she spots another one and bursts into a fit of laughter again.

“What?” Dorcas tries to find the one she’s looking at. Marlene points to a dark red sweater. “Oh!”

The sweater has a massive candy cane on the right of it. One the left side, it says ‘IT’S NOT GOING TO LICK ITSELF.’

After a half hour of just giggling at ugly sweaters, the two women move on to continue their shopping journey. Of course, it doesn’t last long though, because Dorcas gasps and drags her wife over to the baby clothing isle. She squeals as she hold up a beige bunny onesie. “Oh, Marls, we have to get a kid!”

“Well, we can make it happen, Cas. I think a little one would be a great addition to the family.” Marlene wraps her arms around her wife.

#marauders #marauders era #marauders incorrect quotes #incorrect marauders quotes #dead gay wizards from the 70s #dead gay wizards #gay dead wizards #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dorcas x marlene #marlene x dorcas #dorcas loves marlene #marlene loves dorcas #dorlene microfic #dorlene #24 prompts til christmas 2023 #24 prompts til christmas

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lilyofthevalleyys · 7 months

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Class (Microfic)

Main ship: Rosekiller

Minor ship: Dorlene

Words: 988

Summary: Barty notices a boy across the classroom

TW: Cursing

Barty genuinely could not find anything more boring than Math. The professor droned on and on, and Barty had very, very quickly lost interest. Next to him, Regulus was rapidly writing down notes. How he could take notes for fucking math, Barty didn’t know, and he didn’t want to. Fiddling around with his pen, he started doodling on his notebook. A cat, for Regulus. A crow for Dorcas. A raccoon for himself. This took about half an hour, and soon there was ten minutes left. Possibly the longest ten minutes Barty had ever been through. Might as well catch a bit of sleep. He folded his arms on the table and lay his head on them, turning to the left instead. His eyes wandered around, and-

Holy shit. Across the classroom, a boy with blonde hair was staring right back at him, head on the table as well, with the brightest blue eyes Barty had ever seen. Barty swore he might actually drool at the sight of the boy. They maintained eye contact for maybe ten seconds, and the boy half-smiled at him (possibly the most amazing smile he’d ever seen), before a hand smacked his shoulder. A pained expression flashed across his features, and he lifted his head to glare at Regulus.

“I don’t know who you’re making fuck-me eyes at, but it’s the last five minutes, you could at least pay a shred of attention to the professor,” Regulus hissed. Barty rubbed his shoulder, sneakily throwing the finger up at Regulus, who sighed in response.

Turning back to the boy, Barty watched as he talked with the girl in front of him. They looked really similar, Barty observed. The girl caught sight of him, and glanced back at the boy, a mischievous spark in her own blue eyes. “Cas. Cas. Cas!” Barty whispered-yelled, not taking his eyes of the assumed-siblings, kicking the seat of Dorcas, sitting in front of him. Dorcas whirled back, shooting daggers at Barty. “Who are they? The hot blonde ones?”

“Hot blonde ones? You mean the girl with the wolf cut? That’s Mckinnon. Marlene Mckinnon,” Dorcas replied, looking at the wolf cut girl, Mckinnon apparently, about two seats away from the boy.

“Our definition of hot is definitely different,” Barty muttered. “No, the ones all the way across the classroom. They’re talking.” Dorcas followed his gaze, more accurately this time.

“Oh, those two. They’re the Rosiers. Twins. Pandora Rosier and Evan Rosier,” Dorcas informed him. Barty played the name in his mind. Evan Rosier turned slightly, peeking at him, a soft smile on his face. And oh, Barty was fucked, falling for the boy named Evan Rosier.

#marauders era #dead gay wizards #barty crouch jr #regulus black #evan rosier #dorcas meadowes #rosekiller #microfic #rosekiller microfic #pandora rosier #marlene mckinnon #dorlene #dorlene microfic

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psychesart · 11 months

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If Marlene turned her head, she could spot an entire galaxy out of the staircase window—but as Dorcas playfully tugged her into her gravitational pull, her deep green dress flowing around her hips, Marlene knew she didn't have to turn: she had everything she needed right in front of her.

@sapphicmarauding prompt: galaxy

#let's pretend I don't hate how this has turned out #i just spent wayyy too much time on it at once 🤪 sleepy time now #dorlene #dorlene fanart #dorlene microfic #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #marauders

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doorlene · 11 months

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"got you," dorcas said. it was the winter of third year, and she'd just prevented a girl from toppling over onto the pavement. the girl had been running, with blonde locks flickering rowdily behind her, and books messily clutched to her chest. "merlin, i'm sorry. i'm usually not like this. well, actually, i think i am. dunno. anyways, oh my, i'm really sorry. i'll be on my - um - on my way, now. thanks!" she rambled as she stumbled down the hall.

"got you," dorcas murmured triumphantly, as the bludger shot through the air. marlene was the chaser's name, or something like that. she looked a bit familiar. whatever the blonde's name was, the bludger was hurtling straight for her. it was the autumn of fourth year, and slytherin was playing against gryffindor. dorcas scowled as her opponent swerved away. the gryffindor turned to smugly grin at her, raising her middle finger in the air. "bitch," marlene mouthed.

"got you," dorcas hazily laughed. it was fifth year, and the lights were colourful. gryffindor was throwing a party, and one way or another, people from different houses ended up sneaking in - including her. she didn't know where her other friends were, but that didn't matter, not when she had marlene mckinnon's arms hung around her neck. the blonde had pretty much thrown herself at the slytherin. dorcas had probably gotten too much to drink, but so did marlene. "you know, when you aren't trying to attack me on the quidditch field, you're - hic - really, um, really pretty."

"got you," dorcas softly muttered, leaning into her girlfriend's comforting jumper. it was the middle of sixth year, and she thinks she's falling in love with marlene. before she could say another word, the other girl trailed her finger along dorcas' wrist, and whispered, "i got you, too."

"got you," dorcas was shattered. no, that didn't seem to explain the orchestra of chaos that pounded in her head. she wasn't shattered, she wasn't heartbroken, she wasn't devasted. she was something entirely different. grief was such a simple word to encapsulate what it was like to hold marlene mckinnon's dead body in her arms. is this what insanity felt like? it ripped through her ribs, her lips, her chest, her heart, her lungs. because, for once, marlene had nothing to say.

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murderoushagthesequel · 11 months

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Fuck Off

vivan left one ask with 4 prompts so 3/4 "dorlene with dorcas as ice skater and marlene as hockey player with rivalryyyy"

i used the work fuck a lot lol. anyway i'm now in love with marlene and james being on the same hockey team and dorcas and regulus being figure skating partners.

"Get out of here, McKinnon, you know Regulus and I have the rink reserved for the rest of the afternoon." Marlene skates in a circle, shooting a puck whizzing right by Dorcas' skates. "Hey! You could've hit me with that!" Dorcas says.

"If I wanted it to hit you, it would've hit you, Meadowes. Besides, aren't you supposed to be a good skater? I'd expect you to be able to get back on your feet after a tiny little hockey puck hits you." Marlene responds quickly with a mocking tone and leans on her hockey stick, grinning in the middle of the ice.

"I could dance circles around you," Dorcas retorts with a glare. Marlene shrugs. "As I said, Regulus and I have the rink reserved."

"Oh really? Where's pretty boy now, then?" Marlene asks, slowly skating closer to Dorcas, standing by the door onto the rink. Dorcas whirls around to find that Regulus is gone and it's just her and Marlene now. Shit. "Seems to me he ran off with Potter as soon as practice was over." Marlene is now against the wall right next to Dorcas.

"Fucking traitor," Dorcas swears under her breath.

"Oh, don't say that, Cassy, that implies that we're enemies."

"Don't. Call me Cassy," Dorcas bites, inching closer to Marlene. They're standing inches apart, Marlene grinning meanly and Dorcas seething.

"I thought you liked my nicknames for you, doll," Marlene teases, taking off her helmet so Dorcas can see just how smug she looks.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

And Dorcas does. She pushes Marlene against the wall of the rink and crashes their lips together. Marlene's gloved hands immediately come up to pull Dorcas closer and she drops her helmet on the ice.

"This is dangerous," Dorcas whispers against Marlene's lips.

"You started it, love," Marlene responds. She sounds out of breath and when she opens her eyes they're blown wide.

"Fuck you," she says, and kisses her again. She said she could dance circles around Marlene and she intends to prove that. Dorcas lets herself into Marlene's mouth, hearing a small moan in response. She would gloat if kissing Marlene didn't feel so fucking good. She couldn't pull away if she tried. Fuck.

"Oh gross," a voice next to them says in clear disgust. Much to Dorcas' dismay, Marlene pulls away.

"Like you can fucking talk, Black," she says. Regulus immediately goes red just as James Potter emerges from the changing rooms wearing normal clothes, but looking thoroughly fucked.

"Oh, fuck off," he says, stomping off the ice.

"Yay! Go Marlene!" James says from the stands, and this time it's Marlene's turn to blush furiously.

"Have you thought about this before, McKinnon?" Dorcas asks, relishing in the chance to tease Marlene back for once. She runs a hand along Marlene's cheeks, feeling her shudder in response.

"I-" Marlene looks around for an answer and then glares back at Dorcas. "Oh shut up and take me on a date," she demands. From anybody else, Dorcas would think that rude, and decline immediately. But it's Marlene.

"Sounds nice," she says. "But first I think we better get changed out of these skating clothes, eh?"

Marlene is pulling her off the ice and flipping off Regulus before Dorcas even finishes her sentence.

#hehe #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #marauders #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #marauders era #microfic #marauders microfic #dorlene microfic #skating au #sapphic microfic #marauders au #dead gay wizards #vivian tag!!#hag's 100 follower thing #hag's 200 follower thing

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mvnvgedmischief · 9 months

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i guess this is growing up- dorlene microfic:

words: 451, summary: marlene is making the biggest purchase of her life before an order meeting

Marlene carded a rough hand through short blonde hair, looking out over the street with a level of unrelenting fear. Was she ready for this? Her heart raced in her chest, heavy boots punctuating the beats with her footfalls. She had spent days upon days, hours upon hours, thinking about this moment. In the distance beyond her fear thinking about what happened next, she could hear her keys jangling on the carabiner attached to her left belt loop. Were they ready for this?

The war was on. There wasn’t a way to avoid it. So if this was what she could do to prove her devotion and loyalty to Dorcas, she would be willing to do it over and over again. When she arrived at the door of the shop, decorated with hand painted flowers and stained glass, she took a deep breath. How many times had she walked into this store to make sure they understood the vision? The delicate purchase she was making required a level of decorum and secrecy, and she trusted the women that worked in this boutique to use their discretion.

She had to do this now. She didn’t have any other time, and she wanted it done before the next order meeting. She knew that Dumbledore had a task he wanted Dorcas to complete, and that wherever it was, it would be far from her. So she took a deep breath, and steeled herself against her own stress. Everything was going to be great.

The conversation between the shopkeepers was concise. None of them could discuss the contents of the package, beyond just her general satisfaction with her purchase. She opened the small bag they gave her, inconspicuous and brown paper to avoid the ire of any onlookers. She opened the small box within, and her eyes glazed over with joy. There, in the inconspicuous navy box, sat the ring of her dreams. The only thing she could think to herself was thank god this is right. Her eyes glazed over with tears of joy looking at it. This was finally happening. And in just a few short hours, Cas would have a talisman of her love to wear on her finger at all times. And even if here and now, they couldn’t get married, Dorcas would know that Marlene was hers, and that when they were finally legally able to, it would be the first thing she did.

She was going to ask Dorcas Meadowes to marry her.

#dorlene #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #dorlene microfic #mwpp microfic #harry potter fic #first wizarding war

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jamesunderwater · 8 months

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🔀 Dorlene

send me a 🔀 and a pairing, and i’ll shuffle my playlist and make an au based on the first song that comes up

omggg Luna you are SO REAL for sending these <333

Dorlene: Halloween by Novo Amor

I remember Halloween I hit my head on the edge of the sink Dialing out to an older me I miss my friends that I pretend I don't need But I could have done with them this week

Dorcas Meadowes and Marlene McKinnon meet in college as randomly assigned roommates. Marlene is a fine arts major and Dorcas is in computer engineering. They're both in the closet and don't even quite know how to come out to themselves, let alone anyone else - but they start sneaking around together, while pretending in their day to day lives that it's not happening at all.

They have a great group of friends, but none of them know the truth about Marlene and Dorcas. The first year everything is fine. Fun, actually - it's all excitement and freedom and friendship and new. But then...Marlene starts dating some guy in her major, and Dorcas can't tell if she really likes him or not. Marlene can't really tell, either. She likes both of them. Can't that be okay? But it's not okay to Dorcas - doesn't what they've been doing, what they have, mean anything to Marlene at all?

So Dorcas starts pulling away, and none of their friends understand why, and she can't explain it to anyone. She can't admit that when she sees Marlene and her boyfriend together, it makes Dorcas want to stab herself - or Marlene, or him. It's fine, anyway. She was fine before Marlene, before these friends who have been like no friends before, and she'll be fine again.

At least, that's what she tells herself. That's what she tells herself when she's invited to Stewart Tuber's Halloween party, and dresses up like a vampire, and dances with the frat boys who have been hitting on her for a year now, and sees Marlene dancing with him. She tells herself this is fine as she follows him through the frat house, and watches him sneak into a room upstairs with Samantha Hill, and waits for him to leave after 13 pathetic minutes. Dorcas insists everything will be fine when she slips into the bathroom behind him and confronts him, who do you think you are? Marlene McKinnon deserves the sun, and you're a fucking cockroach.

And when he says, What, are you a fucking lesbian? like it's worse than a cockroach, and Dorcas brings her knee up to meet his face, and he screams, What the fuck?!, and she breaks her hand on his jaw, and he slams her face into the sink, and she thinks she might have a concussion, but this toothbrush will do, and drives it into his eye, and thanks the universe that the music is too loud for anyone to hear his screams, she thinks, this will be fine. And fifteen minutes later, when she's dragging his body down the hall, stuffing it under the bed he cheated on Marlene with Samantha Hill on, Dorcas pretends she doesn't miss her friends. She pretends she didn't do this for Marlene. She did this because he called her a lesbian.

And obviously, she's not a lesbian.

She's fine.

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spikybanana · 1 year

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silly lil dorlene snippet.

Dorcas speaks french. Dorcas speaks french and Marlene is losing her mind half way across the room.

It's a bit of a miracle she could hear her at all, but at this point in her hopeless disastrous affair, Marlene is way too good at picking out Dorcas' melodic alto anywhere. And Marlene is cool, she is chill and unruffled, right? (no.) But she just can't help blushing at the smooth sensuous syllables, can't help gaping like a fool at how the sound wraps softly around Dorcas' lips. (Oh dear god McKinnon get a grip.)

When someone taps her on the shoulder, Marlene startles like waking from a trance— and joy oh joy who would it be but Sirius fucking Black with that godawful all-knowing smirk. Marlene appreciates the solidarity, she does, but it's times like these when she sincerely wishes Sirius knew less about her... predicament.

"Funny," Sirius begins, "you never act like this when I speak french."

"Oh shut the fuck up, Black." Marlene shoves Sirius by the shoulder, even though it only makes Sirius laugh out loud, and Marlene flush further.

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mydarlingdearestdead · 1 year

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Charity- Dorlene microfic

"Love," Marlene drawled, "I don't know what love means to me, Pete." She laughed hollowly, without humour.

"I do." James offered, "Her name is Dorcas Meadows." Marlene threw Peter's pillow at him with surprisingly accurate aim. James simply chuckled in return, catching it deftly.

"I suppose you'd know, wouldn't you?" Mary teased, "So many nights spent with a certain Black brother can only allude to one thing." A moment later Mary squealed as a pillow hit her in the chest with enough force to knock her back a few inches.

Marlene groaned, how they always circled back to James love life escaped her completely. "Yes, Potter is spending an inappropriate amount of time with Baby Black. Now, back to me." She paused, "Please."

Peter looked at her apologetically, "Back to Mx. Meadows, right."

Marlene could've clawed his eyes out. Meanwhile Mary smirked knowingly as James smothered in a laugh in his shoulder.

Marlene had held her own hand throughout her life so often that it had become a habit, one she reverted back to more easily that she'd of liked to admit. It was easy to see her friends had never cause for this, they'd never been alone like she had.

Dorcas helped that sometimes, Dorcas gave her something to lean on. It wasn't that no one tried before, with them though it felt like charity, like a chore that almost wasn't worth doing. Dorcas never made her feel like that, and Marlene was infinitely glad.

Dorcas laughed when Marlene told her the worst things she'd done, Dorcas smiled and rubbed her back when Marlene just couldn't stop sobbing after her Christnas at home, Dorcas gave her a gift on her birthday and didn't expect anything back. Dorcas Meadows could've watched the sun fall out of the sky and comment idly while still listening to Marlene's latest crazed speech.

"Maybe I'll just have to redefine that whole love concept in light of some new developments." Marlene said slowly.

Peter rolled his eyes but he looked so fond that any intended malice was lost. James began cackling like a maniac. Mary just had a softly distant look on her face. Marlene smiled reflectively in her direction before turning a rather deathly glare on James.

When she did finally take her leave, hours later, she left many more in her wake: Regulus, Pandora, Sirius, Lily, Remus and Emmeline, had all joined the party. Marlene didn't doubt she'd be missed, but a more important light waited for her at the end of the tunnel.

That Light just happened to have chocolate brown eyes, little pendants that hung from their braids and the ability to make even a school uniform look impossibly good.

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cr-amber · 2 years

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hey hey! sorry it’s late, but i just saw your post about wanting ship prompts!! i’m currently obsessing over dorlene and would love a little snippet if you have the time/desire <3

sorry it took me days to do this, i've finally had time to write again today!! this is my first time writing dorlene too so thanks for the prompt!!

Dorcas steps out of the Slytherin common room and Marlene immediately appears in front of her, out of thin air. Anyone else probably would have screamed, but Dorcas is, well, Dorcas.

“How did you do that!?” she demands, but it’s more curious than anything else. Marlene just smirks. “Come on, Mar, there’s no way you’re that good at disillusionment charms already, especially not on yourself.” Then Dorcas notices the fabric draped over Marlene’s arm. “Is that- bloody hell Mar, where did you even get one of those?”

“Let’s just say James Potter owed me a pretty big favor,” Marlene says, smile wide and more than a little mischievous. “Now what do you say we get out of here for the night?” she asks, holding up the cloak. Dorcas readily ducks underneath, crowding up against Marlene so they both fit.

It doesn’t even cross Dorcas’ mind to ask where they’re going, anywhere Marlene goes is where she wants to be.

it's a lil short but i hope you enjoyed!!

#dorlene #my writing #dorlene fic #dorlene microfic #dorcas meadowes #dorcas meadows #marlene mckinnon #dorcas x marlene #marauders #dorlene microfic by car #microfic by car

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allyeardepression · 12 days

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@jegulus-microfic | april 18 sock | words: 585

tw: slight nfsw, walking in on someone, swearing

“Stop leaving your socks all over the place!” Sirius heard from the first floor.

“Stop being a dick; they’re on my side of the room!”

“Oh, trust me, I can be worse!” And then there was a loud thud, probably Regulus throwing something at James to prove that he could indeed be worse.

Sirius sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. It had been like that since the beginning of the holidays, because everyone forgot to rent a place with six rooms instead of five, so that James and Regulus could sleep separately. When the two of them found out, they reacted in two different ways: James didn’t mind (It’s not like we’ll be spending a lot of time here); Regulus, on the other hand, threw a tantrum like a five-year-old (I can’t share a bed with this asshole for the next six weeks). Unfortunately, there was no other way, since neither of them would sacrifice a comfortable bed to sleep on a couch in the living room. So for the past two weeks, all ten of them were doomed to listen to the senseless arguments the two others provided.

They were all getting tired of it—they came to Italy to rest, not to feel like children while their parents were getting divorced.

“I swear to god, if they don’t stop until tomorrow, at least one of them won’t come back to London,” Barty grumbled, handing a cup of orange juice to each one of his boyfriends. The girls hummed in agreement.

They sat at the big table in the kitchen, having breakfast. Dorcas and Marlene listed all the places they could go to today, while Lily and Pandora were serving more pancakes and scrambled eggs.

“I think the gallery and chapel sound the best,” commented Mary, throwing a grape at Peter, which he caught with his teeth.

After that, they sat in a comfortable silence, chewing on their respective meals.

The silence was almost… too comfortable.

“Do you think they killed each other?” Sirius asked, breaking the moment of peace.

“Who cares? At least they’re quiet,” Evan replied, shoving another forkful of eggs into his mouth.

Sirius turned to Remus, starting a silent conversation. After a few seconds, his boyfriend nodded and stood up, with Sirius following suit. They went upstairs, stopping in front of blue door. From behind them came quiet gasps and muffled words neither of them could understand.

The black-haired man knocked at the door gently. “Reggie? Prongs? Are you guys okay?” When, after nearly a minute, there was still no answer, he decided to enter the room.

“Guys, are you—what the fuck?” He was expecting everything: blood all over the place, black eyes, broken bones, shattered windows—everything except James holding one hand on Regulus’ throat, the other on his dick, his own probably inside Sirius' little brother.

All four of them froze, staring at each other with wide eyes, until the youngest finally grabbed the blanket laid in front of him, covering himself and James.

“Why the fuck would you come in without being allowed?” Regulus hissed.

“We thought you were dead,” Sirius answered, unnaturally calm. “I just wanted to check if you were alright.”

“Well, you know now, so get out,” the younger Black replied, making a dismissive gesture with his free hand. Sirius didn’t need much convincing to do so.

When Remus closed the door behind them, the shorter man turned to him.

“You know Moony,” he said, staring blankly. “I think I need to bleach my brain.”

#jegulus #dead gay wizards #starchaser #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus microfic #the marauders #marauders #modern au #wolfstar #dorlene #marypandalily #partyvan #forced proximity #holiday #by: allyeardepression #500 words or more

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theprongspotter · 5 months

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24 Prompts til Christmas: Day 6

“Ice Skating” (Dorlene)

Dorcas takes off the blade guards and steps onto the ice. She does a small twirl and smiles as her skirt flows through the wind. She looks up at her girlfriend, who is sitting on the bench with an uneasy look on her face. “Ready, Marls?”

“Why did I agree to this?” Marlene groans as she takes the blade guards off and joins Dorcas on the ice. Her steps are wobbly, and she resembles a baby deer. She immediately clings onto her girlfriend’s arm, resulting in Dorcas letting out a laugh.

“Because you love me, and it’s my turn to choose what we do for a date.” Dorcas wraps an arm around Marlene as she pushes off the ice and skates forward, letting them smoothly glide over the ice. “It’s not my fault that you’re terrible at ice skating.”

“It’s not my fault that you just happen to be the best figure skater out there.” Marlene childishly sticks out her tongue and shoves Dorcas. “You’re the worst, Cassie.”

However, this shove means that Marlene is no longer being held up by Dorcas and she lets out a yelp and flails her hands, trying to grasp onto her girlfriend. Marlene is glad that their friends aren’t there to make fun of this moment. Dorcas wishes she’s catching this on camera.

Luckily, Dorcas is kind and is quick to wrap her arms around the blonde and hold her upright. She pulls her close, smiling softly. “Don’t worry, love, I won’t let you fall.”

“I don’t know, Cas, you could’ve.” Marlene is still trying to regain her breath, holding onto Dorcas with white knuckles. For a moment she thinks to loosen her grip, but it doesn’t seem to bother the other.

“But, I didn’t,” She remarks, pecking the other girl’s cheek. “That’s the difference.”

Dorcas pushes off the ice again and they begin to slowly skate forward together once more.

#marauders #marauders era #marauders incorrect quotes #incorrect marauders quotes #dead gay wizards from the 70s #dead gay wizards #gay dead wizards #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dorcas x marlene #marlene x dorcas #dorcas loves marlene #marlene loves dorcas #dorlene #24 prompts til christmas 2023 #24 prompts til christmas #dorlene microfic

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lilyofthevalleyys · 7 months

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Classroom (Microfic)

Main ship: Rosekiller

Minor ship: Dorlene

Words: 988

Summary: Evan notices a boy across the classroom

TW: Cursing

Evan pulled frustratedly at the sleeve of his sweater. Fuck Math. It was as if the professor was speaking in another language. Giving up, he flipped his notebook open to a new page. He’ll ask Pandora to explain it later. He drew a small bunny, for Pandora. Then a little fennec fox for himself. Marlene refused to claim an animal for herself, so Evan just drew a quick sketch of Marlene. It didn’t turn out that bad, but Marlene would definitely shit herself laughing. Flicking his notebook to a new page, Evan checked the time. Ten minutes left. Drumming his fingers on the table, he eventually decided to just rest for the last ten minutes. Laying his head on his arms, which were folded on the table, he turned to the right.

Almost instantly, he noticed a boy at the other side of the classroom, head on the table as well. Dark hair and vivid green eyes, rings on his hand. Evan stared at him, star struck, eyes tracing along his features.

Right then, their eyes met. The boy seemed surprised, but Evan couldn’t find it in himself to turn away. Unable to control himself, he smiled slightly. The boy’s lips parted, dragging Evan’s gaze down to them. A hand shot up, hitting the boy’s shoulder. The boy winced, and god forbid, he actually started pouting, sitting up to face the boy next to him.

A quiet chuckle slipped out, which of course drew Pandora’s attention immediately. “What’s so funny?” She asked. Evan shrugged, lifting his head to face Pandora properly. “Something’s up, Ev.”

“It’s nothing,” Evan insisted. Pandora hummed non-committedly, her eyes seeming to catch on something. A smug smile lit up her features. She hummed again, this time with an obvious meaning to it. “Shut up. Who is he anyway? Just curious.

“Sure, just curious. I’m not sure, but next to your little crush is Regulus Black, and the girl with braids in front of them is Dorcas Meadowes. Marlene seems to have an eye for her actually,” Pandora said. Evan looked at Meadowes. Yeah, seems like the one that caught Marlene’s eye during lunch. Then the first few words registered.

“Not a crush, Dora,” Evan mumbled back. Pandora hummed for the third time, staring pointedly at him. “It’s not!” He glanced towards them. The boy was already looking back at him. A small smile tugged at Evan’s lips, as he blushed lightly.

A loud, sudden thump from the front. The professor had dropped his book on the teacher’s table. “Regulus Black and Barty Crouch Junior! Be quiet and listen up, because this is important for your exams…”

Pandora burst into a fit of giggles. “Barty? You fell for a guy with the name Barty?” She asked, sounding extremely amused. Evan sighed, shaking his head lightly. Turning once again, he watched the boy laugh at something Dorcas said. Evan could hear the light peal of laughter, and it was a beautiful melody. Heavens help him, maybe love at first sight really existed, as he’s fallen for a boy named Barty Crouch Jr.

#SOMEHOW I WROTE THE SAME NUMBER OF WORDS FOR BOTH VERSIONS??#ok but anyway #they’re adorable #marauders era #dead gay wizards #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #regulus black #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #rosekiller #dorlene #pandora rosier #dorlene microfic #rosekiller microfic #microfic

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sweat. 647 words. @jegulus-microfic.

Joint quidditch practices were Madam Hooch’s idea. Something about trying to quell inter-house animosity- blah blah blah.

In Regulus’ opinion the only thing useful about the joint practices is that they get to see first hand what a disaster the Gryffindor team is.

Like right now, Frank Longbottom and Marlene McKinnon are in a shouting match over which drill the group should work on next.

“No- NO! We can’t give them our best drills, Marlene, they’ll-”

“Oh for fucks sake, we have practice with them for the rest of term, what are we going to do? Never train to our full potential?!”

The Slytherin captain, Dorcas Meadowes, is watching the exchange with her trademark sharpness. She throws a look over at Regulus and cocks and eyebrow. He can practically hear her voice in his head, all brawn no brains, this lot.

He laughs at her and turns away, catching sight of James Potter. Staring at him.

Dorcas claps her hands together twice. “Alright, we’re going to move on to some partner work while those two finish their little spat.” She gestures with two lazy fingers over at Frank and Marlene and starts to draw a line in the mud with the heel of her boot. Marlene looks like she’s swallowed a pygmy puff.

“I call this one push-over.” Dorcas says as she finishes her line. She flicks another finger at Marlene. “You’re with me since you’re finished over there.”

Marlene splutters but stomps over all the same.

“Slytherins will be on this side of the line, Gryffindors on the other.” Dorcas indicates the line in the mud separating her and Marlene. “Knees bent, hinge slightly at the waist, and link your shoulders.” Dorcas gestures for Marlene to follow her lead and they end up with Dorcas’ left shoulder pressed to Marlene’s right, their cheeks practically smushed together. “The goal is to get to your opponent's side of the line.”

That’s all the warning Dorcas gives before she is barrelling into Marlene full force, the Gryffindor staggering back three paces. Dorcas catches her round the middle before she can go sprawling in the mud.

She keeps her hand in the curve of Marlene’s waist and turns to address the rest of the two teams. “Just like that. Go ahead and pair off. I’ll count you down.”

Marlene has gone bright red.

Regulus turns to see which Gryffindor he can goad into going against him and finds James Potter already waiting on the other side of the line. He doesn’t say anything, just bends over slightly and offers his shoulder to Regulus the way a knight might offer a lady his sword. Chivalrous. Condescending.

Regulus tries his best to scowl and hinges forward, slotting his shoulder in place against James’. He’s hot from their warm up, Regulus can feel his breath tickling at his neck.

“3, 2, 1-”

Neither of them hesitate, they’re pressing and shoving and heaving at each other. James is growling, the feeling of it vibrating through his chest and transferring to Regulus’ clavicle.

And Regulus is not going to win this. James is a chaser, broad and tall and fucking strong. Regulus is a seeker, he’s quick but he can’t-

James’ foot slips in the mud and he goes down, snagging Regulus’ kit so they land in a heap, Regulus directly on top of him.

James is gasping, heaving in the air Regulus unceremoniously squished out of him. Regulus is trying to catch his breath as well, very conscious of the fact that they’re only inches away.

“Thought you had that, did you?” Regulus says.

Sweat drips down James’ forehead and snags in the tail end of his eyebrow. “I’m right where I want to be, sweetheart.” James reaches his head forward and brushes their noses together. It’s a tiny touch, a fragment of a moment, and then James is dumping Regulus into the mud.

#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus microfic #my writing #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #dorlene

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sapphicmicrofics · 2 months

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March HP Femslash Prompts

March prompts for Sapphic Microfics!

Yes! We're back! (For March and April)!

These prompts can be taken and interpreted every which way you want, including changing the tense or pronouns or order of any dialogue. You do not have to stick with what might be the most straightforward association, and every individual prompt post will include a few suggestions to get you started.

This event is open to any HP femslash ship, any era, any character, OCs welcome.

All these prompts can be combined with other events (as long as they also allow you to combine prompts)!

If inspiration strikes, you are still allowed to write for any of the previous prompts!

The rules for this event can be found here, the previously submitted fics are all here and in this collection on AO3, and if you want to search them by ship you can do so here!

Sapphic Microfics is hosted by @hpsaffics, whose discord server holds a specific channel where these prompts and the incoming fics are excitedly discussed, so if you’re looking for people to talk with, check them out! (The server is 18+, keep that in mind!)

The prompts:

Teeth

Selfish

Muggles

Golden

Impossible

Bridge

Accident

Masked Ball

"They're gone"

Petunias

Nightmares

Toast

Title

Jacket

"Don't ruin it."

Bleeding

Field

Horses

Stress

Snow

Pond

Theatre

Hogsmeade

Prom

Illness

Bunny

Family

Pastel

Storm

Relief

Eggs

#monthly prompt list #harry potter #hp femslash #femslash fics #sapphic marauders #femslash #marylily #pansmione #fleurmione #cissamione #pandalily #dorlene #microfic prompt #sapphic microfic #monthly prompts #march prompts

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murderoushagthesequel · 11 months

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MORE LESBIAN PROMPTS AHAHAHHA im too powerful

dorlene proposal <3

guess who finally got around to itttttt

Bungee Jumping

here they are! i'm more into mcgood rn but ofc i'll always love dorlene, my loves <3 marlene really carried the writing of this microfic so props to her tbh

"Bungee jumping," Dorcas sighs as she gets hooked up to her harness. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this." Marlene is standing next to her practically vibrating out of her skin. Dorcas knows Marlene has an adventurous spirit but she honestly never thought she would be this excited about bungee jumping.

"You're going to love it," Marlene says with far too much confidence. Dorcas is still a bit nervous but she promised she would follow through and plus, she loves flying, how hard could this be? It's just that she isn't allowed to bring her wand with her so if the cord were theoretically to break, she wouldn't be able to catch herself. Of course that's ridiculous because the cords are magically reinforced anyway but- "Babe?" Shit, she wasn't listening to Marlene.

"Sorry- zoned out there for a sec," she apologizes. Marlene just smiles and shrugs it off.

"No worries, you ready?" she asks, motioning down to the cliff above the river next to them. Dorcas looks up and sees Marlene with her short pigtails swaying in the wind and the pure joy and excitement on her face and suddenly she's sure, and ready.

"Let's do it," Dorcas grins. Next thing she knows the two of them are hurdling towards the river below them and Dorcas feels sick to her stomach for only a moment before the cord catches and she's flung back up into the air. Then it's the most fun she's ever had, flying through the air seemingly with now restraints just floating around in ecstasy with the love of her life. She would marry Marlene if she asked, she realizes. On their second bounce, Marlene turns to her.

"Dorcas!" she shouts, and Dorcas looks over to see Marlene grinning like a madman. "Will you marry me?!" She's serious. Of course she is. She's Marlene, and Dorcas loves her for that. Any normal person would see this as insane but Dorcas just hurls through the air laughing and screaming woooo!

"Yes!" she shouts back, and the two of them bounce through the air giggling and overjoyed.

"Fuck yeah!" Marlene replies throwing her hands up, and Dorcas can only smile. Truly an engagement story for the ages.

#hehe #getting back to these #hag's 200 follower thing #hag's 100 follower thing #microfic #dorlene #dorlene microfic #sapphic microfic #sapphic #lesbian #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dead gay wizards #marauders #marauders era #marauders microfic #beo's corner!

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