What if I just

Chapters: 1/1

Ships: Dorlene, Rosekiller, Jegulus, Pandalily

Link: You are the reason I dance

Dorlene ballroom dancing 💃

can’t miss out the banter of course

anyway go read it if you like :D

tag: @myriadparacosm

death calls monsters and monsters call death - dorlene oneshot

SUMMARY ➠ Marlene a strange orphan girl living in an isolated island. she wants to put an end to her infinite loneliness. moved by despair she decides to summon a siren to make her company.

WARNINGS ➠ death, murder ( but it only men so it doesn't count right jennifer's body), blood, flesh eating?, weird rituals, english is not my native language. this probably has a million mistakes so feel free to correct me.

The warm night amplified her loneliness. There was no star in the sky to wish upon nor any god left to pray. Just like her heart, the air carried the familiar heaviness that precedes a storm. Marlene finally decided it was enough, she would no longer endure such pain. With that thought in mind, she puts on her best dress, braids her long blonde hair in a delicate crown around her head and hides a knife under her sleeve. “Great things comes with a price” she tells herself while she walks to the tavern. “Sacrifices must be made” she thinks when one man smiles at her, so she smiles back. The others don’t notice when Marlene lures him to the darkness outside of the tavern. Neither do they hear the profanities that escape his mouth when they are against a wall or his muffled scream when she stabs the stranger's throat. “I can’t be alone anymore,” she apologies to him before he finally dies. “death calls monsters and monsters call death” it’s what her mother used to say, so the young woman carries the man’s body to the rocks above the ocean, take off his clothes, fill in his mouth with special herbs, let salt and sand fly around his body with the calm breeze and say her enchantment to the sea when she throws his body to the waves. 

Marlene kept the same ritual every night until the moon cycle ended and the storm reached the small island. Her pretty dress was already ripped in certain parts where the blood stains couldn’t be washed off, the knife was losing its sharpness and there were no more herbs left. But even after the ocean had ignored her call and with its silence told the girl that despite her attempts she would be alone forever, Marlene had slowly found relief in the simple act of murder. She lost all hope of receiving an answer and repeated the enchantment for nothing more than a habit but was only when she seduced men to dark corners and felt their blood drip around her wrist that her heart felt less heavy. Strange rumours were spreading around the village because of the great number of disappeared. Wives begged for their husbands to stay at home at night and mothers no longer allowed their sons to adventures during the dark hours. But it was only when the storm got stronger that they finally listened. The waves started to bring back the bodies to the shore but they were nothing more than bones and seaweed, the only ones with flesh enough to recognise were covered with strange bite marks. The only doctor on the island asked for an older fisherman to help him analyse and he attested that it wasn’t a shark or some natural sea creature. The old ladies soon started to share stories about sirens and monsters of the dark waters, no one actually knew but Marlene’s mother that those kinds of monsters only came when called and since she had passed away a long time ago the young woman secret was safe and she was free to leave her home at night, lure men and repeat her spells.

When the storm passed, the blond stopped throwing bodies into the ocean, choosing to hide their bodies in the small house's basement and spend the rest of the night looking hopefully at the horizon. It was only then that the true darkness came so black that almost looked blue under the moonlight, with long limbs and eyes as deep and endless as the ocean itself. Marlene's whole body trembled: her prayers were answered. The siren looked at her with hunger and the girl soon invited her to her home. Marlene led the beautiful stranger to the small cabin, feeling her cheeks burn when she entered. - Sorry for taking you so far but I really wanted to meet you.

The siren didn’t answer. instead, she followed the smell of rotten bodies and fish until the door was open and the delicious dead were within her reach. Marlene watched in silence as the other girl tore them apart and fed herself. When there was nothing left and the stranger gave her hostess a satisfied smile, all sharp teeth and dripping blood, the young woman accompanied the siren to the beach and watched her leave to the sea. The next night, instead of hiding the body in the basement Marlene placed it on the table, surrounded by candles and gorgeous seashells. The siren didn’t express any reaction about the change of scenario but she did sit down to eat. This soon became a new ritual: each night Marlene would kill a man, get the table ready and wait at the beach for the Siren. Occasionally the blonde girl would try conversations but as she was always discouraged she finally gave up. One night, before returning to the ocean the Siren gave Marlene a pearl and looked deep inside her eyes. With that gesture, she understood that “death calls monsters and monsters call death”. The Siren’s silence was what kept Marlene safe the entire time they were together. - This is probably a fool attempt but can you write? - The girl asked the night after while she puts sand on the table. 

The siren answered with a movement of her finger still wet with seawater and blood, drawing an ancient figure in the sand, a dead language Marlene had only seen once in her old grandmother’s book, the one she used to her spell. She wondered if the stranger in her home was a goddess. - What’s your name?

For the first time, the Siren seemed outraged, shocked by the fact Marlene didn’t knew the answer and wrote in the sand one word the girl had repeated every night during her calling. The only word that after months she finally understood the meaning. - Dorcas - Marlene pronounced in a way her ancestors always disapproved but the Siren seemed to enjoy - That’s a name as beautiful as you. 

Dorcas answered with one of her bright sharp teeth smile that made Marlene’s skin burn. Months passed and for each new death, Marlene received a pearl and a drop of something in her heart that now was full with the whole ocean. She no longer cared about the marron stains in her dresses or the difficulty of sharpening a knife every day to feel not only the warm blood of strangers in her fingers but the presence of Dorcas in her home. Little by little the loneliness and pain gave away space for everything that the Siren was made of and that obsession with bringing Dorcas to her every night made her careless. The villagers started to notice how a man disappeared every time she entered a room, how her intricated braids were now decorated with shine pearls and how all her dresses were of a dark shade of red. They invaded her home a few hours after sunset and found her table decorated in a strange way with a stained empty space in the middle. There were bones still hidden in the basement and the cabin smelled of seawater and death. Convinced that the girl that everyone in the village knew since birth was in fact a demon, they chased her with weapons and torches all night until she found herself surrounded at the top of the rocks. 

Marlene was scared pressed between her hunters and a long fall into the ocean until she heard a calling. Marlene had never heard that voice before but she knew exactly who that magnificent melody belonged to and that single thought made all her fear go away. “death calls monsters and monsters call death” except Dorcas was no monster: she was a goddess. And who wouldn’t follow a call from the divine? On the horizon the sun was rising, the bright colors painting the ocean with daylight. The cold day embraced Marlene with love.

Flowers and Love Bloom in the Summer

She was standing up, her beer bottle fallen and spilling on the grass, her hands filled with a variety of flowers, and she held some lavender with her mouth. It fell out as she spoke.

“What are you doing, Mckinnon?”

Marlene rushed back to the bench, placing the flowers down. She stared at her stash for a second before plucking up a large red flower and placing it behind Dorcas’ ear.

“Pretty.”

“Oh, you think so?” Dorcas smirked, a hand coming up to feel the flower they now had.

Marlene’s cheeks were flushed, and she picked a yellowish flower, putting it behind Dorcas’ other ear.

mon one-shot de dorlene est ici!

new dorlene oneshot <333

after a month of college kicking my ass I'm finally free to write again so what's it gonna be? hmmm I'm leaning towards power over me, Mary one shot or marydorlene poly (there's a jegulus/rosekiller race au somewhere but I don't think I've talked about it before lol)

let’s say i write a one shot based off the song casual by chappell roan, which ship works best??

i wrote a dorlene oneshot

New Marauders AU + Jegulus Update

Hiii! I've gotten a request for a Marlene Mckinnon chapter which I'm hoping might include Dorcas as well (I'm thinking of making it poly since you all have given so much love to the jegulus x reader chapter > which btw the second chapter of that one should be up in the next two weeks! I know some of you have been really excited about that one which I hugely appreciate as always <3)

I'm hoping to make the Dorlene x reader chapter really fun and sort of based on the rockstar girlfriend aesthetic that's been so popular around here over the last year! will keep y'all updated as I write (let me know in the comments if you want teasers of the chapters and I'll release some bits)!!

xx

Halle

question for the marauders fandom: do we all just collectively agree that all ships are accepted and no ship is set in stone except for wolfstar? (ex. jily, jegulus, marlily, dorlene, yazlene, and bartulus’ coexistence)

DORLENE ONE SHOT - pancackes

A warm light made its way between the curtains. The heat slowly filled the room where Dorcas and Marlene were sleeping wrapped up in blankets. The light reflect on Marlene's body and she slowly begin to open her eyes. She brushed her unruly hair away from her face and then glanced around the room, it couldn't be later than eight, her gaze wandered around and then rested on the body of the girl next to her: Her chest rose and fell in a slow, relaxed pace, an expression of peace on her face.

Slowly the blonde got out of bed, taking great care to make as little noise as possible.

She went to the kitchen, the sun coming in through the large window made the green of the furniture shine. The small wooden table dominated the space.

Marlene went over to the stove and after taking everything she needed she immediately set to work. Her mom had taught her how to cook pancakes, every weekend they woke up early in the morning to prepare them. Marlene loved her mother's pancakes, especially the blueberry ones.

She was starting to mix the dough when Dorcas peeked into the room. Marlene did not notice the presence of the other girl who slowly approached her to embrace her from behind. Dorcas tightened her arms around Marlene’s waist making her jump, then she placed a kiss on her neck and leaned there while she giggled, an almost imperceptible laugh , silenced by the blonde's skin.

Marlene turned to embrace Dorcas "Good morning love" she said, "Good morning" replied the brunette smiling. They then gave each other a quick kiss and Marlene went back to work. Dorcas sat down on the countertop to watch the other girl "Pancacks?" Shd asked in a joyful, almost childish tone, "Sure" Marls replied leaving a kiss on her nose "With chocolate chips the way you like them, I wanted to surprise you and bring you breakfast in bed, but I think it's not a surprise anymore” he concluded with a fake grimace. "Well" said Dorcas jumping off the kitchen counter with a big smile "I'm much happier like this" , she went to the record player and started some music,  dancing she got to Marlene's side "now let me help you".  the two next to each other continued to prepare breakfast. Every now and then Marls smeared Dorcas' face with dough as if it were paint which the brunette pretended to hate but secretly loved, they danced, cooked, played and kissed all morning.

Gryffindor Party

focus on James + Pandora + Sirius

approx. 1000 words

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Pandora plonks down on the cushion next to him and smiles brightly. “Gosh, isn’t this fun?” she takes a swig of her drink, which clearly isn’t her first judging by the flushed cheeks and stars dancing in her eyes,

“You should see the Gryffindor quidditch parties, they’re wild” James replies easily, shifting in his seat to face her.

“Yeah, I bet.”

They sit in comfortable silence for a few seconds, observing their friends. Marlene and Dorcas are bickering about whether the Jamaican national quidditch team would beat the Chudley Cannons but it seems neither of them are taking it as seriously as they’re asserting. Barty is chatting up a group of Gryffindor 5th year girls, with Evan seeming to melt into his side out of embarrassment. Peter, Lily, Mary, Sirius, and Remus are in a group by the staircase. Peter and the girls watch Remus and Sirius intently, like it's a quidditch match. Sirius rolls his eyes and flicks his hair off his shoulder. He crosses his arms defensively and in response, Remus tilts his head and pouts mockingly. James watches blush creep up Sirius’ neck as he struggles to keep his frown. Pandora sees him watching and giggles.

“They’ve been dating for a good four years and yet neither of them seem to be aware of that fact.” James whips his head around to face her and his eyes go wide. Panicking, he shakes his head and stutters, “What? Sirius and Remus? They’re not dating, they don’t even like each other! What made you think that?”

She just smiles knowingly and resumes her people watching.

James groans, “I’m just going to get a drink, I’ll be back”. Pandora nods and raises her bottle in mock salute.

James lumbers through the common room to the drinks table. A chorus of “Hi James!”, “look who it is!”, “Potter, our King!” ring in his ears and he turns to grin at the people who greeted him. He bows and waves to them exaggeratedly then continues on his way. Frank is pouring himself a beverage and James claps him on the back. “Evening captain! We’ve got a game in the morning, what are you doing!?” James asks incredulously. “Here let me take care of it for you.”

He reaches out to take Frank’s drink and Frank snatches his glass away from James’ prying hands. “Oi, get your own,” he says frowning. James just pokes his tongue out and snags a bottle from the cooler. “Yeah, real mature Potter” Frank quips.

“You love it,” James returns with a smirk and begins to make his way back to the couch. When he flops down next to Pandora again, she seems to have sobered up completely and her expression turns serious. James opens his mouth to ask if she’s okay when she flicks her eyes towards his and holds them there.

“Who are you when no one else is around, James? When there’s no one to perform for?” Her stare is piercing and James feels naked pinned beneath it. He freezes, stunned by her question.

Pandora’s tears her gaze away from James when something, someone else catches her attention, the question already forgotten and left unanswered. Regulus had arrived and was adjusting the cuff of his sleeve in the doorway when Pandora suddenly launches herself off the couch and flings herself onto him. James straightens in his seat.

“Lucy! You’re here!” She wraps him up in her arms and squeezes, almost lifting him off the ground. Bewildered, Regulus’ arms slowly lower down onto her, returning the embrace. He rests his chin on her shoulder and his face softens.

James watches as Regulus scans the room, his eyes landing on him. Regulus holds his stare as James gives him a small smile, hoping to appear welcoming. Regulus looks away, uninterested but James can’t stop his eyes from running over every inch of his face. His grey eyes cold and calculating, a storm swirling inside, only momentarily calmed by Pandora. James’ fingers itch to reach out and twist one of Regulus’ dark curls in his fingers. James, very confused by this mental intrusion, shakes his head to himself and glances around.

He feels a hand on his shoulder and looks up to see Sirius grinning down at him. “Moony doesn’t believe I can stand up whilst flying, so naturally I have to prove to him that I can. I’m about to be a very rich man Jamie-boy. The poor fool has all of his Hogsmeade money riding on the bet."

"Aren't you already like the 11th wealthiest wizard in Britain?" James questions.

Sirius tuts and says, "Hmm yes, I was quite wealthy before I was disowned wasn't I? I can't say that I miss it. But back to the bet. Naturally, once our Remus has his mind set, nothing can convince him otherwise and likewise, nothing can stop him from trying to convince everyone else of his position.” Sirius paused and took a breath. “There’s 73 galleon on the line.”

“What!?” James cries, “Remus has 73 galleon to spend at Hogsmeade?? Mum won’t give me more than 15. Something about sugar rotting your teeth and all that health garbage”.

“Prongs, it isn’t all Remus’. I mean even if it was it wouldn’t be for long" He says with a confident chuckle, "but anyhow, Moony managed to convince Lily, Pete, and Mary to bet against me as well. It’s a heinous betrayal, especially from Wormy. Should’ve seen it coming. But they’ll be sorry. All of them. Wanna come see me crush their hopes of winning a bet against I, Sirius Orion Black, king of the wager?”

“Oh absolutely. Let’s go mate” James stands and after saying a quick goodbye to Pandora they then hurry out of the common room, gesturing for everyone to follow.

a kiss with a fist

definitely enemies to lovers dorlene. probably quidditch rivals, them getting in fights all the time and slowly start falling in love, fighting each other because its the only time the other will hold them. dorcas accidentally punches marlene's face, making her lip bleed and instantly feels terrible and takes her to the medical wing, holding ice to her lip. both of them struggling not to kiss each other.

ever since someone called me misogynistic and lesbophobic for having never posted a wlw fic,, i think about that a lot

but i miss you in the morning when i see the sun

when dorcas saw the surise when they were on the run, they always thouht of marlene. it reminded her of them, a strange comfort. the sunrise was always something special to them; confessing their love as the sun rises, words burning on their tomgues, rings on their hands, battles fought and seeing each other again when they thought they wouldn't.

something in the orange tells me we're not done

the sunrise reminded them that war, all the loss and grief, would never be in vain. and once again, when the sun rises, they'd be reunited once more.

What I'm Writing!

Hey, lovelies! Recently finished a short one-shot called 'Icecream and Chips at the Beach'! Perfect if you want something really tiny (2805 words) to take you away to a blissful land. Wolfstar with a side of Dorlene and past Jegulus. In it, amidst grief, Sirius cuts contact with Remus. Remus is still in love with Sirius, and when they see each other again, years later, there might just be a chance for them to be together again (and hopefully forever!). Hurt/comfort, and I promise a happy ending.

Find it here ->->-> https://archiveofourown.org/works/45344347

Have a good day! Love on ya :)