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enbysiriusblack · 13 days

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happy lesbian visibility week to myself and also marlene and dorcas and emmeline and narcissa and bellatrix and rita and minerva and poppy and peter's mums

#marauders era #marauders #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #emmeline vance #narcissa black #bellatrix black #rita skeeter #minerva mcgonagall #poppy pomfrey #lesbian marauder characters

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annabellelupin · 4 months

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Marlene: dorca look what i got for you

Dorcas: Oh do I even want to know

Marlene: *pours out like 30 skeins of yarn on their coffee table* Lesbian yarn

Dorcas: ... what?

Marlene: I just so happened to go to the craft store earlier and they had a bunch of yarn that were like pride flag colors so I just had to get every one of them that looked like the lesbian flag

Marlene: you know. because you do the things with the yarn and you're a lesbian.

Dorcas:

Dorcas: this actually might be one of the sweetest things you've ever done for me

#marauders characters inspired by my ocs #fyi dorcas makes a giant lesbian flag blanket with the yarn and her and Marlene cuddle under it all the time #harrypotter #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #maraudersheadcanons #lily evans #wolfstar #marauders era #marlene x dorcas #dorcas x marlene #dorcas #dorlene #dorcas meadowes #the marauders #marlene mckinnon

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guessillcallitart · 2 months

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Tilda, your lesbian is showing💅🏻 (a lot of my characters are heavily inspired by the marauders so I will be using the tags, you can't stop me, also you can't tell by this snippet but Tilda is very Marlene Mckinnon coded)

taglist: @aloeverawrites, @your-absent-father, @rbbess110, @albatris, @athenswrites, @yesireadbooks, @full-on-sam, @anonymousfoz, @the-mindless, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary (ask to be added or removed)

#victorianshannon #snippet #writing #my writing #writerblr #lesbian character #lgbtq characters #queer characters #lesbian #marauders #marlene mckinnon

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winnienora14 · 4 days

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You’ve been lied to

The gayest of the marauders era characters is not Sirius Black

Although that man is extremely fruity(and close second)

No, it’s Emmeline Vance

(I’ve decided they go by they/them btw)

Trust me when I say Emmeline wears swords earrings

They have a septum and crystal necklaces for sure

They’re masc

They have a wolfcut and a shit load of tattoos

They wear a ton of rings

But most of all they’re a slut

They will bow down to women because ‘’Fuck, women are so hot!’’

They will date someone new every week(always girls though)

And they are a massive straight people hater

All in all, they broke the gay dar scale

In my head, they look like this:

That’s all, good day!

#marauders fandom #marauders tumblr #masc #masc lesbian #they/them #nonbinary #septum #crystals #queer #fruity #gay #lesbian #emmeline vance #sirius black #marauders era #marauders era characters #marauders #the marauders

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labyrinthhofmymind · 26 days

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i’m convinced i’m a remus and james kinnie purely cause i would also fold for the black brothers and act like a complete idiot whilst doing so. but then also i kin the black brothers cause i’m deeply in love with james and remus and would want to jump them if i got the chance????

i’m a firm believer in the fact that everyone at hogwarts had a crush on remus at some point

although i am a lesbian so that’s something to consider

WAIT MAYBE IM LILY EVANS????????

#who do i kin guys #IM SPIRALLING #but this is also really fun i relate to all of the marauders characters #everyone’s hot #and i want to date them all #lily evans #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #regulus black #marauders era #lesbian #labyrinth of my mind

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whore-for-fluff · 1 year

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marauders as texts between me and my girlfriend p3 <3

james to regulus because he’s dramatic

regulus (grey) to james (green) about sirius and remus (he has had enough)

peter (green) to james (grey) about remus and sirius smoking in their room

sirius thinking he’s funny

james to regulus but scared

marlene mckinnon, folks

sirius (green) to marlene (grey) about regulus

james to regulus, fighting for his life

remus (grey) to sirius (green)

marlene to dorcas, with regrets

part one / part two

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m1lkenthusiast · 9 months

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⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ୨ ˚ francesca! — they / them ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ nonbinary. lesbian. sixteen ! erwin , kaneki & kirishima enthusiast ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍥⋅ carrd | ao3

"prophet girl, chosen by the sun, do you hear the gods whispering those silent stardust words?"

i mainly write for the marauders & co as well as my hero academia , attack on titan , twilight , tokyo ghoul , the hunger games , chainsaw man , disney , the percy jackson universe & the maze runner. this blog is strictly sfw — i do not post smut of any kind ! requests are open.

"cursed daughter, uttering insanities no one believes, do you regret taking the vow?"

2023 © M1LKENTHUSIAST ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა please do not translate or copy my works elsewhere, or claim as your own. ₊˚ layout inspo & creds・₊✧ @liuhko

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siriuslygay1981 · 8 months

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Quick oneshot idea? Scenario?

Mary who kisses her friends on the forehead, cheek or nose. She is the type to kiss you as a welcome and as a goodbye. Once she has a crush though she gives all her affection to them, or at least most of it. Her crushing on lily but thinking 'oh lily is straight and I'm not very LGBT passing'

Right, now imagine her leaning down to kiss Lily's nose/forehead before heading out and lily who has her nose stuck in a book ends up looking up at Mary because she assumes she had something to say only to accidentally make them kiss. There's a small pause before Mary kinda just walks out of the common room, lily is sitting there stunned her book falls to the floor with a thud.

Like this could either be Lily's gay awakening or it could just be a gay panic because 'oh my god! my crush just kissed me!.' to 'Oh my god I accidentally made her kiss me!'

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enbysiriusblack · 6 months

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i think i'm actually so obsessed with manipulative, murderous, leader lily evans. i may change the entire trajectory of this entire fic for her (i don't think i told anyone the Plan so i can and no one can judge me for it)

#am i solely doing this because i fancy the hell out of murder/cult leader female characters? maybe.#no one can stop me. this is the lesbian will.#the devil wears an angel's face #marauders era #marauders #tdwaaf #lily evans #my fics

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pandalilydorlene · 5 months

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I'm so awful with confrontation I avoid it at all costs, like I don't argue with anyone if I can help it...

But if I had the chance to be in the same room as JK Rowling when I tell you I would not hesitate to go off at that woman

#selfish piece of shit #trans lesbians make out in the womens bathrooms in hogwarts #minerva mcgonagall is a trans woman #not your characters anymore bitch #every single one of the marauders era characters is queer and you dont get a say in that bitch

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willow-marygreen · 7 months

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Collapse | Emma Vanity x f!reader

Whumptober 2023

Day 1 : Swomming | "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Warning : Major character death | coma | slightly suggested homophobia

Paring : Emma Vanity x female reader

Words : 2900+

(I wrote it in the middle of the night so I will probably have to edit it later)

Emma's character is barely mention in the canon, so it's only my interprétation.

It only lasted a second.

One second when you were not paying attention, the next the shock made you fall off your broom.

The power of a bludger thrown at full speed hitting you head on.

And a cry, closer to a scream, echoing in the distance.

Your body rocked and your fingers clamped on the air as you tried to catch yourself.

The fall was brief, it was the impact that was long. A whirlwind of memory and incoherent thought mixing behind your blood-reddened vision. The pain in your muscles was silent. You tried to move but your body remained unresponsive.

The sky was dark as an autumn afternoon. Dark as Emma's eyes when she looked at you. The brown of her irises sliced with tears. Her voice came to you like a distant memory, but you were sure she was screaming.

Her Slytherin-colored uniform was quickly stained red as she grabbed your wrist to feel your pulse. The elastic had snapped and her brown hair was flying freely over her shoulders. Only a few strands remained stuck to her forehead with sweat. She was divine, as always.

She placed her hands on your cheeks. You imagine they were frozen, but you didn't feel them.

Your eyelids fluttered and you felt unconsciousness grip you. In a gesture of desperation, you wanted to reach out to her. Calling her, begging her not to give up on you.

”Em…ma…” It was your voice but it might as well have been that of a stranger.

“Hey! Don't fall asleep okay! Focus on my voice! Please focus on my voice...”

Sobs choked her throat and you blamed yourself for being the cause.

People had gathered around you. Shapes moved in your peripheral vision; voices cackled in the background.

But you only looked at Emma.

An arm lifted your head gently. Your vision fogged up, the image of Emma was distorted.

“Stay awake, okay?! Can you tell me how many fingers I am holding up?”

You assumed she put her hand in front of your face but you were unable to decipher her image behind the black spots that filled your vision.

Emma's voice continued to call you but you could no longer hear her.

On the morning of the first day you regained consciousness. Or at least what was left of it. Your body was just a painless weight to which your mind remained clinging. The surrounding noises suggested that you were in the Hogwarts hospital wing.

You could hear everything, but see nothing. Immobile, prisoner of your carnal envelope. Your voice was silent, stuck in the barrier of your thoughts. The seconds passed at an agonizingly slow speed.

Several people came to visit you. In particular your friend Marlene, who remained on the edge of your bed without saying a word. Her presence left you as empty as if she wasn't there. You wanted to beg her to say something and at the same time tell her to leave.

Emma preceded her to your bedside. She too was unusually quiet. Then she began to cry her eyes out.

"Sorry... I... If I hadn't insisted on playing despite the storm... It's my fault...”

You wanted to take her in your arms, reassure her. Tell her that it wasn't her fault, that the storm had nothing to do with it. With or without wind, the bludger would still have rushed at you. It was no one’s fault but fate.

You wanted her to hold your hand. Feeling her soft skin against yours. Let yourself be invaded by the sweet freshness of her hands. But she remained still.

She continued to sob until the nurse kindly came and put her out for the night.

Before leaving, she placed a light kiss on your temple. You barely felt the softness of her lips. Her voice, still broken by tears, whispered in your ear.

“I will come back tomorrow at the end of the day. I promise.”

You would have liked her to stay but were unable to hold her back.

The second day, nothing had changed. The surrounding noises had become your only source of distraction. You paid attention to them without really understanding them. You were there without being there. As if a part of your conscience refuses to wake up.

Emma kept her promise. When the end of classes came, she rushed to the infirmary.

No one would have thought they would one day see the sportswoman Emma Vanity miss Quidditch practice to visit someone. But it wasn’t just another day and you weren’t just anyone.

Best friend since childhood, you would have done the same for her if the roles had been reversed.

This time she didn't cry. Her tears had dried and she wore her usual determination on her face. She didn't want to impose a pessimistic presence on you when you needed support.

And it wasn't in her nature to give in easily.

“Next weekend's match has been canceled. It is out of the question that the Slytherin team is playing without its captain or its seeker anyway. I told them, I won't get back on a broom until you wake up.

Her already soft voice cracked slightly.

“Wake up quickly, please… I miss you…”

The third day nothing had changed.

Except for your clothes and the nutrients that now flowed through your veins to keep you alive.

All because of a stupid Quidditch accident.

You missed Emma. Much more than Marlene, much more than your friends. You clung to her presence like a lifeline in the middle of the ocean. Her image was the only one you could make out in the middle of the fog.

Her shoulder-length jet black hair dancing in front of her fine-featured face. Her almond-shaped eyes staring at you with that spark of mischief. Her muscular figure from years of sports which stood out through her uniform.

If you had to define perfection this would be how you would do it.

That day she arrived late. A smell of plants emanated from her, it must have come from herbology. Her school bag made a dull thud as she dropped it on the ground.

“Phew! I thought I was never going to get out! Sorry, I was in a duo with Marlene, and since we both suck at herbology…”

You smiled on the inside. It’s the first time she’s spoken to you “normally” since the accident. She would get back up, you had no doubt about it. But you, on the other hand, believed in it less and less.

“Mrs Pomfrey said your condition was stable. She also said you can hear us, is that true?”

You would have liked to answer her, no matter how. But your body, like your voice, remained silent.

Emma sighed deeply and took one of your hands in hers. You didn't know if it was a figment of your imagination but you were sure you could feel the freshness of her skin.

“I have no idea what it's like for you, but I hope you can at least hear me. I would like to stay with you longer but I have been forbidden to miss classes during exams...” She let out a groan, torn between annoyance and fatigue. “As if I'm going to be able to concentrate while you're in this damn hospital bed...”

You wanted to cry. Your whole body itched to hold her but your muscles didn't respond. It was like screaming into the void until your voice broke.

“I imagine you must be tired of hearing yourself talk about this all day... I can tell you what we did in class today, if you want. It's not exciting but it will have the merit of making you think of something else.”

Without waiting for a response that would not come, Emma launched into her story. She told you about the new prank idea from this group of Gryffindor students. The official announcement of the couple of Lily Evans and James Potter. How Amelia and Hestia exploded their cauldron in potions class. Nothing new or exciting. But the banality of everyday life did you good. It was like a reminder that the real world still existed. That it was always there, within reach.

Mrs Pomfrey came to chase Emma away well after her bedtime. You hated feeling here hand slip out of yours, but the nurse had already been nice to give you another hour.

On the fourth day, the sun's rays burned your skin. The window had to be open for the return of good weather. From outside, you could hear the laughter and cries of joy of the other students.

Life was going on.

Emma came to visit you after dark. She was breathing a little heavier than usual. You assumed she was exhausted.

This time she didn't even sit on the chair. She fell to her knees and pressed her forehead against the edges of the mattress. Then she started to sob.

For the second time since the accident, you were in pain. Not a small momentary pain but a shock wave spreading through your body. Painful like a stab, inexhaustible like the haemorrhage that follows.

Between two sobs Emma found the strength to whisper: “I miss you... Please wake up...”

You wanted to take her hand, open your lips, make a sound... The smallest thing to try to comfort her. You hated seeing her cry, but hearing her was much worse. Because you couldn't do anything but listen.

“It's not the same without you... Classes, Quidditch, and everything else... There's a void and I can't fill it...”

A single tear beaded in the corner of your eye.

I'm sorry Emma... But I can't move...

On the fifth day, Emma didn't come.

If her presence was sometimes painful to you, it was nothing in the compare of her absence.

You waited for her for hours. Questions burned your throat as Mrs Pomfrey carefully changed your bandages. You wanted to know where she was. So you focused on the background noises, in the hope of overhearing a conversation which would answer you this. But nothing other than medical “blah blah” between the nurse and her assistant.

They had moved away, probably so that you wouldn't hear their conversation. Except listening was the only thing you knew how to do now.

“Her state is getting worse quickly,” the nurse whispered. “I contacted the hospital but they are already overloaded. They told me that they only took cases that had a chance of success...”

Silence fell on the infirmary like the blade of a knife.

A thought entered your head, so greedy and cruel that it destroyed all the others.

Is it over then...? Am I going to die like this?

A wave of panic ran through your mind. An almost animal terror that you didn't know you possessed until now.

No… No! I need to wake up ! NOW !

You struggle with force against your body, like a wild animal caught in a net.

But your body ignored you.

By the sixth day, you had stopped struggling and Emma was back. Sitting on the chair next to the bed, as if nothing had happened the day before.

Her hand grabs yours to squeeze it forcefully. You wished she would never let go.

“Sorry, yesterday I was put in detention by Professor Slughorn for hexing someone. He insulted you of d… Anyways, it’s not important. He deserved it.

She didn't need to finish her sentence for you to know what this boy had insulted you about. Your somewhat too close friendship with Emma had already earned you this kind of insult in the past.

You wanted to be grateful to her for defending you, but at the same time you hated this boy for taking her from you the night before. Especially now that you knew the truth.

You had the unpleasant feeling of having a countdown instead of your heart. A sort of time bomb that would soon explode. You didn't know how much time you had left at the moment but you were sure you wanted to spend it with Emma.

She sighed deeply. Her thumb began to caress the back of your hand gently. “This will seem stupid to you now... but I really have to tell you something...”

If you had the power you would have stood up straight away. Yes, tell me now... While I can still hear you...

“You really mean something to me... I love the way you smile; I love your optimism; I love the way you encourage me even when I’m at my lowest; I love the way you pull me towards you in your sleep... I love your face; I love your body. I love everything about you. And not really like a friend should...”

A soft warmth spread through your chest. A sort of bandage on the gaping wound that your heart had become.

“ It's stupid but... when you look at me with that smile after every Quidditch match - whether I lose or win - I really want to kiss you...”

Then do it. It was more than a plea, closer to a prayer. The last request of a condemned woman.

Emma stood up, your hand still in hers. She leaned over your still body, but her lips didn't brush yours. Instead she whispered in your ear:

“When you wake up, I’ll take you to the Bal. And if you allow me, I will kiss you there.”

Her hand slipped out of yours. This time a tear ran down your cheek. You wish you had told her there would be no next time. But it was already too late.

And on the morning of the seventh day, you were gone.

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