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siriusly-sapphic · 11 months
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Ugly Mugs - Emmary
@sapphicmicrofics | Prompt: Pottery
Words: 650 Pairing: Mary MacDonald/Emmeline Vance AO3
“That’s a terrifying amount of… vases. Mugs? Is that a soup bowl?” The first thing Emmeline says when she enters Mary’s house — a small place in a muggle town Emmeline has never visited before — isn’t particularly charismatic. It took weeks for Mary to invite her over and she’s already messing up. “Sorry. I just — didn’t expect so much… art?” Mary’s laugh sounds forced. Emmeline cringes at the sound. Sometimes she thinks life would be easier if she’d never stopped being the shy kid in her friends’ shadows. “They were Marlene’s,” Mary says. She walks over to the bookshelf, littered with amateur pottery creations. “She had a thing for a muggle girl that taught a pottery class. Took it three times — never improved.” Emmeline’s turn to laugh as if it doesn’t hurt to do that. She didn’t know Marlene well — she was a few years older and didn’t socialise much with the rest of the Order — but this is a story she finds easy to believe. Mary isn’t done talking. “She gifted stuff to all of her friends and everyone accepted them but no one wanted more.” she forced another laugh. Mary picks up an over-sized mug with the word dyke painted on the side. “No one wanted more . So when  — and then the others… they all went to me.” Mary coughs and sits down on her couch, Emmeline goes to sit next to her. She doesn’t know what to say. They’ve all lost friends in the war. Emmeline learned years ago that nothing she says fixes it. Instead of saying something stupid like I’m sorry , she quietly takes Mary’s hand. “She made this one for Dorcas,” Mary holds up the mug, and her laugh sounds better now. Emmeline snorts. Dorcas , she knew. She and Dorcas shared a dorm for seven years. Emmeline watched her bawl her eyes out over Narcissa Black’s engagement — watched her down fire whisky like water when Slytherin won the Quidditch cup. Emmeline’s the reason Dorcas joined the order at all. For a while, it felt good to have someone around who understood why she cried upon hearing about Rodolphus Lestrange nearly dying in battle. She’s only just managed to give the guilt of it all a place. “I bet she loved that, ”Emmeline chuckles and her heart skips a beat when Mary grins. Mary has dimples when she smiles — they look pretty. “She did,” Mary confirms. “She drank tea from it, but you can only fill it halfway because it leaks,” she says with a high voice, but she laughs and so does Emmeline, so it’s easy to ignore the grief they’re triggering in each other. Emmeline can picture it like she was there herself. She’s never seen Dorcas with this mug, but she reaches out to touch the admittedly ugly thing and she knows it’s true. She doesn’t cry. She’s done that enough. “No one ever thought to fix it?” she asks instead. “Where’d be the fun in that?” Mary says. She hands the mug to Emmeline. “Take it off my hands? Figure out where the leak is yourself.” Emmeline stumbles over her appreciative “thank you,” and lays the mug in her lap, blushing furiously. She’s had that habit for as long as she can recall — she hates it as much as she did in school. She turns to Mary, who’s now chuckling at her like she’s poking fun, and despite her embarrassment, Emmeline finds she doesn’t really mind when it comes from Mary. She clutches the mug tighter. Dorcas would be rolling on the floor laughing if she saw Emmeline this nervous over a girl. Emmeline chuckles at the thought. “What is it?” Mary asks. She gets up to get them both a bottle of beer, the muggle kind, and when she sits back down Emmeline swears she’s closer than before. “Nothing,” she assures her, blushing brighter when Mary’s dimples reappear. “It’s all good.”
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xbubblgm · 9 months
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I can't believe they made a movie about nobleflower (portrait of a lady on fire)
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I’m back! I’ve written a MaryLily smut for anyone interested <3
the smut collection.
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starrylayle · 3 months
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been seeing a lot of Discourse™ about the way women characters are treated in the marauders fandom and just thought I'd offer my unsolicited opinions on the topic.
I hear a lot of people get annoyed about the sidelining of female characters, in both straight and wlw ships (especially wlw) in favour of male characters/mlm ships. Which, i understand the frustration, i really do -- but u guys realise this isn't a problem just in the marauders fandom right? Hell, this isn't even a fandom issue -- this shit is everywhere. This may be a little unrelated, but there's a reason why comphet (compulsory heterosexuality) specifically applies to lesbians not gay men,, an existence where men are insignificant can be unfathomable in our current society, no matter how far we've progressed.
When i get into a fandom where there is mostly male characters, or even if there is an even amount of male/female characters, mlm or str8 ships will get prioritised. Fandoms that mostly appeal to str8 ppl will attract lots of str8 ships in fandom spaces, and shows aimed at queer audiences will attract a lot of mlm ships. Like, that's just how it is.
The only types of shows, books, etc where there are predominately f/f ships in fandom are those magical girl-esque children's shows/animes with a very large female cast, or lesbian/sapphic shows specifically aimed at lesbians/sapphics.
other than that, I don't even bother getting mad at the lack of wlw ships in fandoms like the marauders fandom. In fact, I'd say the marauders fandom does a pretty decent job at voicing these concerns compared to some other fandoms but idk.
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bewereofthemoon · 1 year
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Alice kissed her with such fierce desperation she felt unmoored for a second. She tasted salty tears and couldn’t tell whose eyes were leaking acid in their dance of tongues and lips and love, but then Alice pulled back slightly and peppered sweet, soft kisses all over Narcissa’s face and wiped her tears away with so much care she thought her heart could burst.
snippet from the nobleflower fanfic i’m writing because i am having a bit of trouble finishing it and i NEED somebody to read part of it at least
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leftwiththeriverr · 5 months
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Sapphic wolfstar!
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lil marylily sketch bc i love them very much <3
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enamoredwithbella · 4 months
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The hyper-sexuality I feel during ovulation week needs to be studied by esteemed scientists and doctors. This can NOT be normal
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5 mins without the strap: we’re dead in the water here. Send up the flares.
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pepprroxy · 21 days
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Marylily :)
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fircbolts · 1 year
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they are in love!
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ellecdc · 22 days
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single mom lily x fem!reader?
reader works in an ice cream shop and cute little harry (im imagining hes like 4/5???) absolutely adores the place so lily brings him in for ice cream all the time and falls for reader bc she is just so good with harry
ok here's my attempt 😮‍💨 thought this idea was so cute though!
single mum!Lily Evans x fem!reader meet cute
Lily was very lucky and very grateful that Harry had been a generally easy child. He was so much like his father that, whilst it didn't translate into the romantic relationship most parents wished to enjoy, led to a wonderful son and the best co-parent a woman could ask for.
And because Harry was such an easy-going child, she was trying very hard to stay patient with him as she frantically texted with James.
L: James Potter, where in the buggering fuck is this ice cream place that has ‘spiderman’ ice cream!? J: LOL oh god sorry. It’s on the boardwalk near the ferry. L: Thank you 😮‍💨 J: He making a fuss? L: I think we may have been moments away from a stage five meltdown. J: Thoughts and prayers 🫡
One meltdown avoided later and they were finally walking into the quaint, family owned ice cream shop on the boardwalk by the ferry, just as James described.
“Oh no!” Harry cried dramatically, holding his little hands to his face.
“What is it, Haz?” Lily asked, looking around to see what could have possibly caused such worry in a five and a half year old. 
“The man!” He explained.
Which explained nothing at all to Lily, still looking around the shop in confusion.
“What man?”
“The man with the spiderman ice cream! He’s not here!” Harry cried, turning to his mum with tears magnified by his glasses as they began pooling in his eyes.
She was racking her brain for something to say to the boy when a bubbly voice trilled from behind the glass ice cream displays.
“Hello there! What can I get for you two?” You greeted the pair with a beaming smile. If Lily wasn’t so caught up with Harry, she would have likely taken a moment to admire your radiance.
“The man!”
Lily watched as your smile fell only slightly and you tilted your head in confusion. “Which man, sweets?”
“The man with the special ice cream! He made it after my favourite superhero!” Harry cried with a stomp on his foot.
Lily pulled Harry towards her as she offered you an apologetic smile.
“I’m so sorry, he came here with his father last week and I-”
But like a beautiful ethereal angel sent from Lily’s own personal heaven, you waved her off with an easy smile. “Not to worry at all, love. My dad is the better ice cream server, so I understand your disappointment, little man.” You empathised. “But!”
Harry perked up at that, standing a little taller as he looked at you expectantly. “He did tell me that a certain hero may be coming in to look for some special spidey ice cream; could that be you?” You stage whispered the end of your sentence to Harry, causing him to squeal in delight.
“Yes!”
“Oh thank goodness.” You said with a dramatic sigh. “I thought I was going to have to erase your memory for giving away trade secrets!”
Harry squealed in excitement again and shoved his face up against the glass casing to watch you start expertly scooping ice cream, completely unawares of his fingerprints and foggy breaths creating more work for his newfound hero.
“How many scoops, my man?”
“Five!”
“Uhm,” Lily interrupted, placing a conciliatory hand on her son's shoulder. “Maybe just two.”
“Mum!” Harry whined, but you just laughed.
“Sorry kid, mum’s the boss.”
Harry acquiesced with one more groan, but grinned when he saw the size of the scoops you were serving him.
“What about you, mama?” You asked after handing Harry his cone, watching as the boy made his way to sit at a table with his red and blue ice cream.
“Is it really spiderman ice cream?” Lily blurted instead of answering your very normal, professional, and polite question.
You barked a laugh, but Lily was pleased that your laughter was because you found Lily funny rather than at her expense. 
“Between you and me,” you whispered conspiratorially, resting your arms on the glass counter and your chin on your hands. “It’s just moonmist ice cream, but this batch used too much food dye, so instead of the normal light blue, pale purple, and pastel yellow, it turned out a little more…super.”
Lily looked back to her son, happy as can be with his super ice cream as he watched boats sail by in the harbour. 
“Brilliant.” Lily whispered as she turned back to face you, only to find you smiling softly at her already.
“Yes.” You agreed, though Lily wasn’t quite sure what you found brilliant. “So, what can I get you?”
“Oh.” Lily responded dumbly, looking hastily through the options before opting for two scoops of rocky road. 
“Fine choice, m’lady.” You said before scooping, once again expertly, the frozen treat onto a cone.
“Is that what you usually get?” Lily asked suddenly. You seemed surprised at her question as your eyebrows migrated to your hairline and you looked up to consider her.
Lily hoped to all hell that her blush wasn’t as furious as it felt.
You smirked before your eyes flit back up to hers. “I’m more of a strawberry girl, myself.” You replied quietly, shooting Lily a wink.
If her blush hadn’t been furious before, she was certain it was now. 
Lily paid and Harry shot you a “thanks ice cream lady!” as they headed towards the exit with their ice creams in tow.
“You’re welcome, little man! Stay super!” You said with a wave.
“I will!” 
“Hope to see you and your mum here again soon.” You said quieter this time, sending Lily a kind albeit shy smile. Lily was certain you’d be seeing the two of them here again.
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evyltalks · 9 months
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Sweet mother, I cannot weave -
slender Aphrodite has overcome me
with longing for a girl.
— Sappho
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theinvisiblemuseum · 1 year
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i’ll eat you whole, i love you so
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siriussslut · 8 months
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hi! can i ask for something with marlene ? maybe that her roommate!reader has an obvious crush on her and marls knowing that decides to tease her (change her clothes in the middle of a room, purposely forget to take her towel to the shower etc.) and that leads up to them having sex? it's my first request ever and i decided to send it because i'm tired of seeing so little marauders era girls content:( let our girlies have their moment!!
yes oh my god!!! the girls are in desperate need of more content. i’m always down to write for them so please please please don’t hesitate to request stuff for them! anyways hope you enjoy <33
warnings: masturbating, fingering, & squirting
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you pause the movie right at the beginning, and go back to your phone as you wait for marlene. she’d gotten home only a few minutes ago after finishing work, and now she’s taking a quick shower before your movie night. tonight was marlene’s pick, and so you’re watching some horror movie.
the bathroom door creaks open and you look up, expecting to find her clean and ready, but she’s darting down the hall… naked. she’s quick, slipping into her room in less than a second, but you catch a quick glimpse of her.
she’s glistening and wet, drops of water sliding down her bare skin. “sorry, forgot my towel!” she says, rushing back to the bathroom.
your eyes fixate on the swell of her ass before the door shuts behind her, lock clicking. you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you try to remember every curve and dip of her body. you’d seen glimpses of her before, of course, being roommates, but never this much, never this exposed.
your hand slips under your pajama pants as you recall the quick flash of a breast, nipple hard and pointed. wetness pools between your fingers, pulse racing. just when you feel seconds before a release, the door clicks back open.
your hand flies away and you quickly wipe them dry on your clothes, leaving you aching. marlene grins. she’s wearing nothing but a towel, leaving her arms and legs are bare, but you want to see more. you look away.
“did you put the movie on?” she asks as the sound of something dropping to the floor rings in your ears.
“yep.” you glance at her and immediately falter. she’s changing. in the living room. her towel lays on the floor, as she pulls up her shorts, tits exposed and swinging slightly with the movement. you tear your gaze away, and look back at her face. something mischievous glints in her eyes.
you look away, eyes fixating on the blank screen. she shuts the lights and plops on the couch beside you, thankfully fully clothed. you try to ignore how good she smells as you press play on the remote.
you’re dying. you’re fucking dying. marlene is pressed against you, cuddling into you under a blanket. you can feel every crevice her body has to offer. her nipples poke into your side, driving you insane.
“you okay?” marlene asks innocently, glancing away from the movie.
you nod stiffly. “mhm.”
“you sure?” she leans forward, tits pressing even closer against you.
she moves her hand, resting it on your upper thigh. “i can help you if you want.”
“help me?”
she nods, inching her hand higher. “only if you want.”
after a frozen moment of shock, you jerkily nod. she breaks out into a grin and immediately straddles your thigh, fingers slipping into your underwear. she runs her fingers through your folds, collecting your slick.
“you’re so wet.” her voice is low and it sends tingles down your spine.
“can you fucking blame me?” you say, eyes fluttering shut as she begins to play with your pussy. she grinds against your thigh as she fingers you, releasing soft groans into your ear.
her fingers circle your clit, getting you even wetter. when you’re practically dripping she lowers her fingers, slipping one inside. “is this okay?” her voice is low and rough.
“m-mhm.” you say, throwing your head back as she thrusts inside of you.
you reach out for her as she continues, hand slipping under her shirt. your hand closes around her breast, fingers gently playing with her nipple.
she curls her finger inside of you, drawing a shaky moan from your lips. she thrusts deeper, still grinding against your thigh.
you feel a knot form in your stomach and before you can register what’s going on, you squirt into her palm, soaking your pants.
your face burns crimson, and you’re about to apologize, but she doesn’t seem to be upset. if anything, it turns her on further. she grinds faster against you, dampening the cloth of your pants.
she whimpers quietly as she comes, resting her head on the sweaty skin of your neck.
“was… was that good?” you ask after a moment of silence.
she smiles. “yeah. it was good.”
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sunsfawn · 3 months
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you look perfect, you look different
lyrics: we’ll never have sex - leith ross
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anonymouse5 · 3 months
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if this gets 100 notes I’ll write a wlw marauders oneshot idea I have
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