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leftwiththeriverr · 5 months
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Fem Remus Lupin
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not-rab · 11 months
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sirius: i’m rich, young and hot, what more could i want?
remus: mental stability.
sirius *breaking down*: good point-
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sunsfawn · 6 days
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put her canine teeth in the side of my neck 🐺🌟
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lunarlivs · 3 months
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barista remus, the best remus (in my and very much sirius’s opinion)
also they’re lesbians!
closeups under the cut
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pepprroxy · 22 days
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Marylily :)
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corwnvus · 1 year
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Have a fun little sapphic wolfstar sketch
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ialexsgf · 2 months
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where’s my lesbian marauders fanfic about lily evans and marlene mckinnon, they were super close friends canonically so is kinda rare not have too much about them. they need to be famous like remus and sirius, they are sooo girlfriends please!!
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seleneario · 10 days
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Marylene is so underrated, like, they're literally the sapphic version of wolfstar. Imagine these 2 girlies being friends and having an angsty friendship bc they're too afraid of ruined it. Besides imagine all the girl stuff that could be so interesting to read and that we don't get so much in this fandom bc the main ships are about man
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sommerregenjuniluft · 3 months
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@hpsaffics feb 5 - flowers & chocolate - 1k words - cw: mentioned oral sex at the end
aka beautiful, happy, older wifeys <3
When Sirius opens the front door it’s to the smell and sounds of cooking. Garlic heavy in the air, curry and spice. Lentils, fresh rosemary, the radio chiming in the background and Remus’ voice humming along sweetly as she presumably shuffles around.
Sirius smiles to herself as she slips out of her loafers and makes her way farther into the cottage barefooted, the old hardwood floor warm under the soles of her aching feet. She should have gone to yoga with Remus on Sunday instead of taking a four hour hike with Harry and the dogs. She’s not in her late bloody twenties anymore as opposed to her godson. But alas, the things you do for love, right?
It’s pleasantly warm inside, air crispy with oxygen but mellow warm from the afternoon sunshine beaming in through their old windows. The plastic is crinkling in Sirius’ palms as she saunters down the hallway, the chocolate and flowers she picked up on the way back from work and Sirius smile widens in anticipation of presenting the gift to her wife.
She presses her lips together, deliberately keeping quiet so that she can peek around the doorframe first and take her love in as Remus thinks she’s still home by herself. Well, apart from Macy and Squash, of course, which Sirius already greeted outside when they spinted down the front yard to welcome her, tails wagging in elation.
Sirius is careful to lean around the edge slowly so as not to attract any attention by the sudden movement and immediately her heart does a little spin inside her ribcage. Feels a little fuller, possibly overflowing with adoration.
Remus has her hair pulled back into a low, lazy bun, a smaller strand at the front has slipped out and it gleaming golden grey in the sunlight streaming in from behind her. Her lips are pursed and her head is bobbing lightly to the music—fucking precious. Only clad in a form fitting black halter top, tied into a loop at the back of her neck and a pair of bulky linen shorts that could be mistaken for striped boxers at first glance but Sirius knows better. Knows they’re soft from wear and comfortable but still something nicer, something Remus would categorise as ‘chic’. Sirius looks again, closer, and notices the gleam of something bright red and lacy under the pants that make the corners of her grin tug into something sharper. Make her want to fall into giddy giggles and pull Remus into her and kiss her breathless. There’s no bra—Remus doesn’t do those and Sirius is all the happier for it, blessed with easy access for a lifetime—the nipples of Remus’ big breasts visible through the sheer cotton top and Sirius’ mouth waters as she gapes at the freckles trailing over the round skin and down her wife’s cleavage like some pervert. Well, she thinks she’s earned the right to ogle like that after 30 plus years though.
It doesn’t take much more incentive for Sirius to step out of her hiding spot, “Moony, sweets, aren’t you just the most gorgeous thing to ever grace this planet.”
Remus looks up from her cooking, eyes rolling and lips pulling into a smile despite herself. Sirius thinks it’s cute that she still tries to make Sirius believe she’s not swooning at her antics every single time without fail.
Her wife lays down the cooking spoon and meets her halfway unhurriedly, laugh lines wrinkling her eyes and then her hands come up to pull Sirius into a kiss by the cheeks. Her own hand snakes around to the small of Remus’ back, tugging her close and then there’s a happy hum. Lips not quite open but not closed either and it has a bit of a wet smack to it when they pull apart—it makes Sirius irrationally ecstatic and she beams at her wife toothily.
Remus snorts, bumping their noses, “What have you done now, Black?”
Sirius shakes her head in faux disappointment, “Lupin-Black, my love, you should remember by now! It’s nearly our 20 year anniversary.”
Remus pokes her in the side with a rigid index finger and Sirius squirms, snickering. Bony fingers drive through the short, black curls on Sirius’ head, blunt nails scratching over her skull and eliciting a shiver from Sirius that she feels als the way down into her toes.
She sighs and Remus kisses her again before she nods over Sirius’ shoulder, “What’cha got there, baby?”
“This?” Sirius purposely rustles the plastic, “Oh, just a little gift for the most wonderful, breathtaking, awestrucking, fascinating—”
“A-huh.”
“—spectacular, terrific—”
“Oh, wow.”
“ —kind, beautiful, incredible—
“Laying it on thick.”
“—smart, stunning—”
“Oh, we’re not done yet. Got it.”
Sirius sucks in a breath,  “—magnificent, mind-boggling woman in the world.”
Remus nods along in mock-indulgence but Sirius can see the blush crawling into the freckled apples of her cheeks. Makes her want to take a bite out of her.
Instead, she gives her one more quick peck and then extracts herself from her and steps back to hold out the Lindt pralines and colourful mix of tulips.
A precious smile pulls onto Remus’ rosy mouth, blinking at Sirius through her lashes and voice low when she mumbles, “Thank you so much, baby. I love them.”
She places the gift on the kitchen counter next to them and pulls Sirius into another kiss, thumbs caressing her cheeks. Sirius feels like she could do another 4 hour hike right now, high on endorphins and adrenaline.
When she pulls back Sirius feels a little hazy in the best way and the way only Remus can make her feel. Her wife cocks a brow at her, palms sliding down to settle against her waist, “You already saw the panties, didn’t you?”
Sirius blinks, lips stretching into another grin, “Yup.”
Remus scrunches her nose at her in a childish manner and Sirius laughs.
“So are we having dinner first or can I take the free time slot to eat you out?”
Remus bites onto her bottom lip, long lines in her cheeks from smiling, “It’s gotta simmer for about thirty.”
“Perfect,” Sirius winks and then tugs her in the direction of the living room for the sofa.
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reinekinthos · 7 months
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fine milkers — about sirius, obsessing over her moony's tits (pt.1)
lesbian wolfstar | hogwarts | getting together | it will definitely get explicit.
“Why do tits get bigger on your period like, Merlin, why,” Jamie whines exaggeratedly, palming her tits with a pained expression as she storms in the room.
Remus winces but refuses to lift her eyes from her Potions textbook and hopes her friends takes her as example.
They don't. Of course.
“It’s to attract mates,” Sirius says mildly from her bed, where she has been lying for the last half hour seemingly engrossed in her own Potions textbook. “Your body is preparing for the following week when you’ll be so horny you’ll be humping your pillow and screaming Evans, Evans, Evans!”
“Sirius!” Remus reprimands her, mostly because hearing her moaning Evans’ name is giving her the chills.
Remus inhales slowly. Sirius doesn't even bother to look guilty; her eyes fall to the flex of Remus’ ribs as her chest expands, follow the way her breasts moves with her breath.
“Wait,” they hear Jamie say, and Sirius drags her gaze away from where she has been struck dumb. Jamie is still massaging her breasts in the middle of the room. “Is that true? My boobs are huge because my body wants to attract suitors?”
For fuck’s sake.
Remus brings her hand up and massages her brows, pinching the skin together as she assesses the words she wants to say. “Of course not, Jamie,” she starts but at the same time Sirius scoffs, “hah, huge she says, you wish!” and loses the other girl’s attention.
“Mean, Pads,” Jamie counters, pointing at her, eyebrows raised. “Why would you say that?”
“I’m just saying, your tits are just tits, alright?” Sirius says before she gestures vaguely in Remus’ direction. “But those tits… Those tits are huge! Enormous! Massive! Gigantic! E—”
“Sirius!” Remus yells, her face burning. “You’re making me sound like a cow!”
Sirius sighs dreamily. “They’re fine milkers, Moony.”
Remus opens her mouth and then closes it. Milkers, she thinks looking pointedly off to the side, not meeting Sirius' eyes, oh my God.
Jamie shakes her head, dropping her hands and looking fairly depressed. “Now Remus, why would you interrupt her? I wanted to see how long she could keep that up.”
“Jokes on you,” Sirius huffs, tilting her head and flashing a charming, thin-lipped smile. “I can describe her tits for hours.”
Remus can feel the flush spreading across her face and down her neck, even slipping beneath her night shirt.
“For God’s sake, Padfoot!” Petra cries horrified, pushing the curtains around her bed open.
If she were braver, she would look at Sirius straight in the eye and say, don’t pretend to be attracted to me. It's cruel. And you're never cruel. Not to me.
If only Sirius knew.
Sirius is the prettiest person she has ever seen, no doubt. This fatal combination of sharp grey eyes, cute nose, doll lips. It’s impossible not to notice. She stands out anywhere, turns heads even when she's keeping her own down, which is rare, because Sirius is fierce; she puts up with people talking shit about her and responds with a confident grin. She's also smart and reads tons of books, folds over the corners and underlines words, careless in every way that Remus wishes she could be.
Remus is a below average teenager who never really let go of the fact that Sirius is perfect. Easy.
It’s Sirius' fascination in her that is beyond comprehension. Remus is… Remus.
There is an attempt to be logical. Remus is well aware that her mind is a cruel thing; she’ll convince herself that she’s unworthy no matter what, it’s just who she is, built for pain.
Though this time it's not self-sabotage. Sirius is entirely out of her league. Remus has known this since she was an eleven year old scrawny girl in an unfitting crowd, zeroed in on the laugh of an impressive little rascal. She was in awe of this girl from the very first moment. It just got worse with every sight of her, every new piece of information to tuck away, every sweat inducing conversation. She knew it when she thought she was straight, when she became well aware of her crush, to when she realised she would always be a little in love with Sirius Black.
Sirius is oblivious. Completely unaware of her internal turmoil. She hangs out with her, shares her books, buys her chocolate, gives her hugs. The luxury of intimate moments is not something that Remus deserves, and yet she gets them, and still finds something to be unsatisfied with.
She tells herself she's lucky enough to be Sirius' friend.
Remus takes a breath. She has done this before, but now she’s blushing. It’s unfair. She tries to get a grip, clenching her jaw and looking into Sirius' twinkling eyes.
She sets herself up for heartbreak.
Sirius smiles lazily as she watches Remus get up from her bed and shove irritatedly her feet in her winter slippers. “I’m leaving.”
The library is the rooting spot for Remus' unjustified mourning so she gathers her things. “There’s a book I need to look up for an assignment. I’ll probably be there until curfew. Bye.” In a blur of motions, Remus flies out the dorm room door. The last thing she hears is Jamie deadpan: “So smooth Pads, she wants you sooo bad.”
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leftwiththeriverr · 5 months
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Sapphic wolfstar!
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not-rab · 1 year
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Sirius: All i want is a hug. just a hug from anyone!
James: [opens arms]
Sirius: Not from you.
Mary: [opens arms]
Sirius: Maybe later.
Marlene: [opens arms]
Sirius: Not now
Remus: [opens arms]
Sirius: FINALLY.
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teaforthotxxx · 1 month
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lilys-trophy-wife · 9 months
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i need the mary macdonald to my lily evans like rn or else i’m going to go insane
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orangesintheafternoon · 5 months
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thinking about writing a canon compliant dorlene fic predominately from dorcas’ perspective where i explore her as a character, delve into the whole “voldemort killed her personally” thing and also explore themes of girlhood, codependent female relationships and grief/revenge. mainly because i feel like dorlene has the potential to have so much depth and angst and i haven’t really seen much of that. thoughts?
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resident-gay-bitch · 6 months
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please please please marauders era fic recs!!! any ship / dynamic / maturity! what’s your current read or favorite read?!
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