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dreamforest15 · 10 months

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Grimmauld Place

Grimmauld Place.

The most noble and ancient house of Black since its creation. It has seen many Blacks. It has seen them lose their mind, scream, cry, leave or become the one that they hated.

It has never been anyone's home even if they claimed it to be. it has just been a house. Cold, dark, gloomy and uninviting.

It feeds onto misery. Many of its members have been tortured by their parents both mentally and physically. Some couldn't take it and fled after having too much. Some became torturers themselves. Forcing upon the same beliefs that caused them pain.

It was a cycle, a never-ending cycle and Grimmauld Place lived for it. Still lives for it. It loves the misery, the madness, the unhinged and the pain.

No one lives here now. The Blacks all have perished in the wars. But, even today Grimmauld Place stands tall with its head high, bearing witness to the insanities of the Blacks. It's still as cold and gloomy. No amount of cleaning charms can get rid of its gloominess. Believe me, people tried. At last, its owner stopped trying to decorate it. He didn't even want it in the first place.

Let me take you back to a time when the last Blacks occupied Grimmaould Place.

It wasn't much different then. Just as quiet and cold but a lot shinier. Goblin-made gold ornaments and jewels hang on its walls and chandeliers. The garden was well taken care of. No ferns or cobweb were on the site. A family of four occupied its space, Orion, Walburga, Sirius and Regulus. Sometimes their relatives visit too. Mostly Cygnus and Druella and their three daughters Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa.

The house bears witness to all their misery.

It saw Bellatrix slowly losing her mind, trying to please her parents to the point of becoming unhinged.

It saw Andromeda slowly losing her faith in everything the Blacks stood for, falling in love, crying and at last leaving.

It saw Narcissa cry because she didn't know what to do when one of her sisters joined the war and one ran away.

It saw Sirius rebelling against his parents, leaving and slowly losing his mind over the years before he died for good.

It saw Regulus hide away from pain and fear before gathering up the little bit of courage he had and pushing down all his fears.

And it enjoyed it. Every second of it.

Never a home, only someplace to live, that's what they called it. That's how every single one of them thought and described Grimmauld place.

Bellatrix was born mad, a little unhinged from the start. She had unladylike laughter and a passion to please her family. She wanted glory. And she blindly believed everything the Blacks taught her.

She was a little girl when she showed signs of madness. She saw a rabbit die. It was a white rabbit, passing London's busy street, trying to get to the park opposite Grimmauld Place. But it didn't make it. A car ran over it and the rabbit died. Bellatrix watched, mesmerized. There was a feeling inside of her that she couldn't describe. She liked watching the rabbit die but she also hated it. Hated the muggles that did it to the rabbit, but she also loved the rabbit's suffering.

Grimmauld Place also loved it. Loved how unhinged she was at only five.

Andromeda was a little kinder, gentler. She cried after watching that but she didn't exactly hate the muggles. She saw reasons. She didn't believe when their parents told them that that's how muggles and muggle-borns really were. Vile and out to kill innocent creatures.

But she grew and the Black family teachings went to her head. She hated the muggles and muggle-borns for some time. But that was before she met Ted or Edward Tonks. Kind, gentle and funny. There was no way he was this monster and abomination that she was supposed to hate. There was no way he was beneath her when wizards themselves were trying to kill innocents. She couldn't hate him.

And Gimmaould Place loved it. Loved the conflict that was creating a storm inside her.

Narcissa was as much different as she was alike them. She was the perfect mixture of both of her sisters. In one word she was perfect. Both to her parents and her sisters. She was the apple of everyone's eye.

She believed and practised the Black beliefs but she wasn't unhinged or had the crackling and unladylike laughter that Bellatrix had. She was gentle and kind like Andromeda but she never questioned the Black beliefs. She listened while the others talked. Both Andromeda and Bellatrix tried giving her their ideals. She just nodded and listened, making her own judgments that mostly matched Bellatrix. But she never spoke of them. Always remaining the perfect Black.

And Grimmauld Place loved it. Loved how scared she was of being imperfect.

Sirius was a lot like Bellatrix as much as he'd hate to hear it. He was bold, had his own opinion, and had a signature barklike laughter. He was a little unhinged as well. Cared very less about what the consequences will be.

He grew out his hair at fifteen, the year he left his cold and miserable house. He rebelled since he was a child. Always stood up to his parents, protected his brother from their rage, and made it his job to disappoint them by the age of thirteen. He flinched every time he agreed with something as little as the colour of a tie with his family.

And Grimmauld Place loved it. Loved how scared he was of becoming one of them.

Little Regulus. Always the underdog, unnoticed and neglected by his parents. The one who needed protection all of the time either from his brother or his cousins. And all of them gave him that, in their own way, the way they knew best. Even Bellatrix, who gave him protection by making him join her cause. Voldemort's cause.

Regulus was always loved by his brother and cousins and everyone wanted different things from him. And he wanted to please each and every one of them. But he wasn't Narcissa and he couldn't do it. In the end, he chose a side. Made his own stand and impact but no one got to know that.

And Grimmauld placed loved it. Loved how confused and hurt he was.

Grimmauld Place enjoyed when Sirius paced through its halls at the age of thirty-five in the middle of the night, trying to break out again. It enjoyed watching Regulus push down all his fears and plan to take Voldemort out, a sure way of dying and a sign of the Black madness. It watched and enjoyed Bellatrix obsessing over the so-called dark lord, trying to get the appreciation that she never got from her parents. It enjoyed Narcissa's worried glances at her sisters. It enjoyed Andromeda running away and losing her connection to the family.

It enjoyed every sad moment the young and last Blacks had.

Grimmauld Place loved each and every one of their misery. It lived for it. It strived for it. It strived for how each and every one of them lived and died.

That's why it still stands, unnoticed by the muggles, standing tall and proud like some aristocrat. After all, Grimmauld Place feeds on misery. And it saw enough misery to stand a lifetime.

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sylviaplathenthusiast · 3 months

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i am so obsessed with the concept of love in disintegration god you have no idea

#that fic has me in a chokehold in the worst possible way #it bringss me nothing but misery #i love is so fucking much #love love love #marauders fanfiction #disintegration

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neaverse · 1 year

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Sneak peek of a one shot I'm working on👀

#we’re at 5.7k words and we’re still going!!#this fic brings me misery and happiness #Regulus “you came” Black #James “you called” Potter #future fics #Regulus runs away from home!!#jegulus #marauders #Fic: darling let's run

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weirdhamfire61 · 8 months

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OK so..Update on my ATYD journey yaaay!

So.. Hope and Reggie are✨ dead, ✨

Yes I cried alot thanks for asking.

And because I'm a cowerd ✌️☺️I'm on another break.. Which means I'm not reading atm..

#books #booklr #hogwarts #atyd marauders #atyd fandom #james potter #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #peter pettigrew #lily evans #magic #ao3 fanfic #pain and suffering #pain and misery #all the young dudes #send help

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stistilinskii · 1 year

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jegulus lego batman au when?

#james potter #regulus black #the marauders #jegulus #sirius black #james being completely shut off after his parent die #remus being alfred?#i want to see a fic where regulus is the one obsessed with james #but he doesn’t realise it and just convinced himself he is doing it to make james life a misery #pandora as harley quinn #either lily or sirius as barbara idk #i’m rambling #harry potter #harry potter as robin!!!#they adopt him omg #james as batman #regulus as joker #but i feel like it could honestly possibly go both ways

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pistacheriot · 2 years

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all i can do to reduce my misery is READING A 300K WORD MARAUDERS ERA FANFIC, AND MOST IMPORTANT, WITH A HAPPY ENDING

#marauders #fanfic #ao3 #someone pls put me out of my misery #why am i like this

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moonstruckme · 9 months

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Doting

summary: you feel needy for wanting support after a hard day. Your boyfriends set you straight

poly!marauders x reader ♡ 1.4k words

You sit on the couch, surrounded by all the love you could ever want, and do your best not to sulk.

In the kitchen, Remus hums as he makes dinner, and Sirius and James are playing cards on the coffee table in front of you while you pretend to read.

“I’m out,” James declares proudly, laying the last of his cards on the table as Sirius throws his down with a huff.

“I’m done playing with a cheater,” Sirius says with faux malice, turning around to look at you sweetly from where he sits at your feet. “Y/N, gorgeous, want to join me for a game?”

You paste a smile on your face. “Thanks Siri, but I’m busy.” You hold up your book as evidence, and he pouts but turns back around, reshuffling the cards.

You notice James studying your features, and you do your best to look content, normal. After years of being around the other two boys and their silent misery, James has gotten very skilled at detecting a dismal mood, and you don’t want to ruin everyone’s night. In truth, you’d had an awful day. A customer had yelled at you at work, and then you’d been stupid enough to cry while driving, almost getting in an accident due to your distraction. You’d arrived home shaken and upset, and had barely had time to pull yourself together before Sirius had come in the door a few minutes later, Remus and James following not long after. You don’t enjoy being so delicate that having any amount of anger directed at you reduces you to a sniveling mess, and you’d resisted the urge to lock yourself away in your room in the hopes that acting like everything was normal would eventually make you feel normal.

So far, it isn’t working as well as you’d hoped.

If anything, it feels odd to be the dark cloud of such a joyous space; with Sirius and James laughing and bickering in front of you, Remus humming just around the corner, and the delicious smell of whatever he’s making beginning to waft toward you from the kitchen, you feel unappreciative and embarrassed for being unhappy. Beyond that, you know you have the sweetest boyfriends in the world, and they’d drop everything if they knew you were upset. Frankly, you don’t deserve their kindness when you're wallowing in self-pity over something so silly. You’d only be dragging them into your sorrow with you, and there’s no sense in all of you being down there together. You can handle it on your own.

But James’ too-perceptive gaze seems to find some fault in your placid facade, and though you will him desperately not to, he asks, “You alright, angel?”

You give him a different smile this time; it’s smaller, a bit more honest, but a smile nonetheless. “Yeah,” you say, in your most placating tone. “I’m good, thanks Jamie.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

James’ eyes are slightly troubled, but he nods, directing his attention back to the cards. It’s too late, though, because now Sirius is turning back towards you, something in James’ tone or yours tipping him off. He sets down the deck, pulling himself up onto the couch to sit beside you, his eyes level with yours.

“What’s going on?” he asks in that rare no-nonsense way that lets you know he’s serious.

You hate when they tag-team you like this. James may be good at picking up on your moods, but he also knows when you want to be left alone. Sirius, on the other hand, prefers to root out any bad feelings and beat them into submission.

“Nothing,” you say, no longer under any impression that either boy believes you. Still, you take Sirius’ hand, squeezing reassuringly. “It’s okay.”

Sirius is undeterred, searching your face like it’ll come clean when you won’t. You can’t take the intensity of his stare and drop your gaze, but he only stoops to follow it. You’re trapped.

“Hey,” he says softly, his thumb stroking your hand cajolingly. “What’s your deal, huh? Talk to us, baby.”

It's the pet name that gets you, and the first tear leaks from your eye just as Remus comes in with dinner.

He stops short at the new, sullen atmosphere of the living room, but rushes over once he sees your face.

“What’s going on?” He sets the plates aside, seating himself on your other side.

“We don’t know,” James says, moving to sit on the coffee table, his knees brushing your legs where they’re curled up under you. “She hasn’t said.”

“She’s right here,” you joke, but no one smiles.

Remus takes the hand not currently claimed by Sirius. “What’s wrong, love?”

You press your lips together to keep them from wobbling, blinking rapidly in a futile attempt to reverse the course the evening is taking.

“Honey.” His tone is admonishing, but still unbearably sweet, and you crumple, more tears falling as a gasping sob escapes you. Remus pulls you into him as though he can make you a shelter out of his own body, and you go willingly. “Was it a bad day? Is that it?”

You can only nod, not trusting yourself to speak. After a beat, Sirius asks, “Are we going to have to beat someone up?”

You laugh, and it’s awful and pitchy, but it loosens some of the pressure in your chest. James’ hand finds your shoulder, squeezing encouragingly before starting to rub slow, soothing circles into your upper back.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out.

“What the hell for?” Sirius asks, and you open your eyes in time to see Remus give him a harsh look. Sirius ignores him, reaching for you. His thumb is gentle as he wipes under your lashes. “You know you can tell us these things, don’t you?”

“I just—” You take a shuddering breath. “It was so embarrassing, and I didn’t want to ruin everyone’s night.”

“Sweetheart,” James coos. “We don’t care. We’d so much rather know you’re upset and be able to help than have you suffer in silence all night. Besides, don’t you think you deserve the same treatment you give us?”

Shame washes over you, and you tuck yourself further into Remus’ side. “You guys never ask as much of me as I do of you.”

James’ eyebrows jump nearly to his hairline and Sirius makes an incredulous sound, but it’s Remus who speaks. “Dove, are you serious? What about when I had a migraine last month, and you stayed home with me all day?” He maneuvers you in his arms until you’re facing him, looking you in the eye. “Or the last time James had a bad day, and you went on a run with him so he’d have company, even though you hate running? Or just last weekend, when Sirius got too wasted—” You can feel the glare Sirius is shooting him from behind you, but Remus continues—”and you stayed up with him all night holding his hair, and then in the morning you brought him gatorade and cleaned his sick out of the carpet?”

“Don’t act like you’re so needy,” Sirius says, and you turn towards his voice to find his stare just as piercing as you left it, “and we’re all perfectly self-sufficient. You’re not the only one who needs help sometimes, so if you have a bad day, we wanna hear about it.” He’s looking at you like your silliness astounds him, and James grasps your shoulder with a small smile, giving you a little shake as if to reprimand you.

You look helplessly towards the plates Remus had brought in only a few minutes before, discarded on the edge of the coffee table.

“Dinner’s gonna get cold,” you say mournfully.

Remus shrugs. “I’ll microwave it. And if you wanna talk, we will, and if you don’t, you can pick us a movie to watch, yeah?”

You look at the three of them, gratitude and love both so huge and warm in your chest you can’t tell which is which. “Okay.”

“Good.” Sirius tugs you out of Remus’ arms and into his own, planting a kiss on the side of your head. “Merlin, you’re tough to get things out of. Think you could go a bit easier on yourself in the future?”

“Yeah,” James pipes up. “Be nicer to our girl, she’s had a rough day.”

You hide your face in Sirius’ chest, flushing, but at least this time, your smile is real.

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ur-local-anti-hero · 25 days

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Speak now

James Potter x Malfoy!Reader

Summary: If the marauders are against something, its agaisnt pureblood families ideologies. Sometimes that implies to wreak havoc on a white veil occasion.

Genre: Hurt/comfort, Fluff and a tiny bit of Angst. Arranged Marriage

CW: Forced Marriage, Familiar problems, talks about blood purity and blood traitors. Breaking into a weddig idk.

Word count: 2.2K

This is part of my Speak Now (Marauders’ version) collection

“So don't say yes, run away now. I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door.

Don't wait, or say a single vow. You need to hear me out”

When you were younger you saw a fair amount of weddings. They were always presented to you as big emotional events in which two people promised eternal love to each other.

Even when you didn't know anything about love as a kid, it was no wonder that you yearned to have your own wedding once you grew up. It was a dream to have your own white dress, a beautifully decorated venue and a partner you loved so deeply you’d be willing to spend your whole life with them.

Looking back maybe you should’ve known better. The first sign should’ve been your surname. A Malfoy has expectations they have to meet, keeping the bloodline pure, for starters.

The second one should’ve been your parents’ loveless marriage, when you were younger you used to wonder why they’d married at all, now it was quite obvious.

The third and most evident should’ve been when Andromeda Black was disowned. At that time you didn’t truly understand what that entailed, and why it was such a hassle that she wanted to get married. Now you understood that the problem was not the wedding, if not the groom.

All your fantasies about the commonly named ‘Big day’ were completely shattered when your 18th birthday came, and with it a letter from your parents which contained the name of your soon to be husband. You tried to fight it, which only made your parents move the date of the wedding forward and get you out of Hogwarts, your education didn’t matter anymore to them now that your future as a housewife was inevitable. And being away from Hogwarts also meant being away from the ‘bad influences’ in your life.

Now the corset of your white dress was suffocating, you felt trapped. Looking at the mirror was like looking at someone else. The girl with lifeless eyes and heavy make-up that couldn’t hide her eyebags was supposed to be you, yet it felt like a perfectly modelated version of yourself, made to impress the high class families attending the wedding.

Narcissa’s gentle hands were bradding your hair, finishing your look before the wedding. Usually her presence was able to calm you down. Ever since she married your older brother, Lucius, her presence was regular in family gatherings and you’ve always felt some kind of kinship with her, seeking shelter on her whenever the phony and pompous encounters became too overwhelming.

You could attribute your shifted feelings towards her to the fact that she was unknowingly preparing you for eternal misery, or maybe because she was replacing the ones who you would’ve chosen as bridesmaids - there was no place for muggleborns in an event celebrating the union of two pureblood heirs -. Or even because it was her little cousin the one you were to wed.

“You look beautiful” said Narcissa once she was done with your hair.

You nodded and gave her a small thank you. However, you disagreed completely, the girl she was looking at was not you, it was your parent’s perfect daughter.

“You do look lovely, father and mother are going to be delighted” your brother’s voice came from the door, where he was leaning on. “I brought you some company” he gestured behind him.

Pandora and Dorcas stormed into the room, the former embracing you into a tight hug when they spotted you. Lucius and Narcissa left the room.

“How are you holding up?” Pandora asked as soon as the door closed behind Lucius and Narcissa. Her arms were still holding you tightly, Dorcas standing behind her.

You shrugged at her, not being able to talk due the knot in your throat and the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You kept your eyes glued to the mirror.

Pandora stepped out of the hug and stood next to Dorcas, who had yet to speak.

“Evan and Barty are with Regulus, I swear I never thought I would see him in a tux” said Dorcas, trying to make conversation. The thought of Regulus being in the same situation as you didn’t make you feel better, the knot in your throat was getting tighther by the second. You promised to yourself you wouldn’t cry anymore, to be honest you thought you had run out of tears days ago.

“Sirius is here too” Pandora was trying to distract you from the wedding. If she was being honest with herself there was nothing they could do to make you feel better. But maybe knowing that your best friend was out there could help a little.

That made you finally look away from the mirror, a small wave of hope cursing through you. If Sirius was here it meant that James could be too. In the eyes of your family his family’s name was not good enough for yours, but maybe it was enough for him to be a guest.

Maybe it was selfish to wish for him to be there when you knew how much it would hurt him, but you needed to talk to him, he was the only one who could actually comfort you right now, the only presence that would make everything feel normal again. You yearned to feel his touch against your skin and his lips against yours, even if it was for one last time, as a farewell.

“Is he… Is James here?” you spoke for the first time.

The answer was clear in the pitiful look they gave you even before Pandora replied with a soft ‘no’.

You don’t know what did it, if the look in the faces of your friends or the fact that you would never see James again, but tears started rolling down your face. In seconds you were being embraced by Pandora again, and Dorcas’ hand was wiping away your tears.

“It’s okay, you are going to be okay” Pandora didn’t believe her own words, but there was little she could do to calm you down and you both knew it.

There was a knock on the door and your dad’s voice came from the other side “Y/N, it’s time”

Pandora gave you a squeeze before letting you go from the hug. They both left the room, not without giving you a forced smile.

“Oh, merlin” you said to yourself as soon as you were left alone, going back to the mirror, you wiped the few tears that were left on your face, and tried to fix the smudged make-up around your eyes with your fingers. You didn’t want to give your parents the satisfaction of seeing how much this affected you.

Once you looked mildly presentable again you exited the room. Your father was waiting for you and he offered you his arm to lead you towards the venue.

You could see the whole venue from the end of the aisle. The green and black motives contrasted beatifully with the white flowers decorating the aisle and the top of the altar. The guests were placed in black chairs at both ends of the aisle.

You weren’t brave enough to lift your glaze from the ground, knowning that you wouldn’t see the love of your life waiting for you as you had dreamt since you were a kid. The heavy veil of your dress made your steps slow and lethargic.

It was not until you were halfway down the aisle that you gathered enough courage to finally look at the man in front of you. Instead of the boy with unruly curly brown hair and eyes filled with love, there standing was Regulus, his black hair slicked back and eyes drowned by the same defeated look you wore.

Once you reached his side everything went in a blur, all you remember is him taking your hands into his and the officiant talking.

“If anyone has any objection, speak now or forever hold your peace”

You were really going insane because you swore you saw James standing at the end of the aisle, wearing a tuxedo and with his hand up in the air.

“I oppose!” His voice was loud and clear, your eyes widened.

All the guests' eyes went to his figure and several surprised gasps were heard. Maybe you were not hallucinating.

───✥───

If Fleamont Potter ever found out how James was using his inherited cloak of invisivility he’d be horrified, or maybe oddly proud of his son.

Not even James thought he would ever sneak into a highly patrolled wedding on a common Tuesday, but honestly if someone had told him a year ago he’d be doing this he wouldn’t be surprised.

Sneaking in a wedding filled with pureblood families and slytherin students was the perfect setup for a Marauders prank. However, what would have surprised him would’ve been the reason for interrupting a white veil occasion. Dating a Malfoy was something he hadn’t expected to ever do, but you had gotten past all his defenses with your kind and bright personality that proved to be so different from your family’s pretentious ways.

Therefore, he was now standing on the aisle you had walked minutes ago. He had a perfect view of you and Regulus from his stance, your white dress was gorgeous, and your hair was neatly done. If it weren’t for your puffy and bloodshot eyes, and the obvious defeated look in your face, a look that had no place in a wedding, he could almost believe this was a normal marriage ceremony.

When you had received the letter from your parents you had been inconsolable, and rightfully so. James had tried everything to stop the wedding, he even went as far as asking your parents for their blessing and to be the one you'd wed instead of the Black heir. Turned out to be useless as his family had been marked as blood traitors for eternity.

But James isn't known for giving up easily, and the Marauders were not going to let an opportunity to cause havoc pass by.

With the promise of being on his best behavior, Sirius had convinced his parents to attend the wedding as a guest, acting as a mole for his friends' plans. Remus and Lily were outside the venue with their ride home -a couple of broomsticks they borrowed from Hogwarts' supply closet.

And the last part of the plan, and its success rested on James' shoulders.

The preacher spoke 'Speak now or forever hold your peace' James smirked, that was his cue. It was on.

James took off his invisibility cloak and without a single trace of shame or shyness in his voice James stated loudly "I oppose!"

James would've loved to stop for a moment to memorize the looks of complete horror in the faces of the guests, but he had to be fast and make total use of the element of surprise.

Without hesitation James sprinted towards the altar. He could see the way your brother had stood up and pointed his wand at him, his spell being intercepted by Sirius' expelliarmus spell.

As soon as James made it to the altar chaos erupted from everyone in the venue, he could make out the shouts of your parents and some spells that were being intercepted by yours and James' friends.

At the sight of James Regulus let your hands go, he raised his arms in defeat and left the altar without much hassle.

"Gentleman" James greeted Regulus' groomsmen, Barty and Evan who were just as stunned as everyone, all they could do was nod in acknowledgement to James, not even trying to interfere.

"Hi, love" he was finally looking at you, your eyes were wide with surprise and tears were gathered in your waterline. James took your hands in one of his and the other was raised to stroke your cheek.

“James what- how-” you were completely astonished, and unable to formulate a single phrase. You knew your boyfriend loved you, and the lengths he would go to prove it, but you would have never guessed he’d be willing to break into your wedding ceremony. He was always proving you wrong.

“Hey Peter, mate, it’s your moment to shine” Following james’ words a rat came out of his pants’ pocket.

And suddenly Peter was standing in front of you. He pushed the appalled officiant slightly to the side and took his place.

Peter cleared his throat before speaking “Do you, James Fleamont Potter, take Y/N Malfoy as your wife?”

“I do”

“Do you, Y/N Malfoy, take James Fleamont Potter as your husband?”

You could hardly mutter a low “I do” before Peter spoke again

“I declare you husband and wife. You might kiss the bride”

James didn’t hesitate for a moment. To add dramatism he spun you around and dipped you, holding your weight with his arm. And without waiting for another second he kissed you, sweet and slow, conveying all his love for you with that gesture.

When you became breathless you broke the kiss and looked at James straight into his beautiful eyes, which only show deep adoration. “I love you” you mouthed to him, which made his eyes sparkle with joy and a wide grin to break into face.

He took you in his arms bridal style and walked down the aisle. You coudln’t even care about the chaos and spells that were aimed your way, all you could look at was James.

And as he muttered “I love you too, Miss Potter” you knew he’d do anything to prove his love for you.

Author's note: This one is of my faves of the collection ngl, James is my soft spot Thank you for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed and very appreciated. I'd love to hear what you thought about it so don't be shy!! To be part of the taglist Dm me or send me an ask <3 Taglist @feral-posts @izuoyarmin @aremuslupinsim @yourfavgay @imobsessedwitholiviarodrigo

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writtenbymoonflower · 3 months

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Hello, Author-san! I hope you're doing well. I'm not sure if my last request was sent, but that's okay! I have another idea, though 👀 It's a poly!Marauders scenario where the Slytherin!Reader isn't accustomed to physical contact or doesn't show emotions much, leading the boys to believe they're overwhelming them since the boys enjoy being affectionate. So they begin to avoid the reader (sadge), and now the reader will be the one to initiate affection. I'd like it to be a bit angsty with a fluffy ending, please. Thank you!!!

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Hi baby! Thank you so much! I'm not sure if this is as angsty as you were wanting but I hope it's okay!

cw: slight angst

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Goosebumps rose over your skin, triggered by the gentle hand on your thigh. You looked to your side at James, who was still stuck in discussion with the other two boys. You were stony-faced as you listened to the conversation, keeping all of your body to yourself, as per usual. Sirius glanced at you, face lighting with affection. He extended a hand across the table, wiggling his fingers invitingly.

“Wanna hold my hand, babydoll?” Smile peeking into his tone. You just shook your head, looking down into your lap. Sirius tried to keep the disappointment form his face, but the two boys noticed it. James pulled his hand from your thigh. You noticed that he didn’t squeeze your thigh before letting go like he normally did and your heart clenched, but you didn’t say anything, just going back to your schoolwork. You were checked into the conversation, even though you didn’t participate.

“Have you finished your potions essay yet, Pads?” Remus questioned gently.

“No, I haven't even started.” He sighed, slumping back into his chair. You glanced up at Remus, looking at him longingly, wishing you could easily express how you feel about him.

Over the time the four of you had been dating, the boys’ affection towards you had dwindled, and you only had yourself to blame. Whenever they tried to express their affection or casually loved on you, you visibly tensed. Not necessarily out of discomfort, but rather because you liked it too much for your own comfort. Nevertheless, their affections were now few and far between. It only made it worse that all the boys were so comfortable in their love. You sighed and dropped your pen, playing with your green tie in an attempt to subdue your hankering for contact. It didn’t work. This apparently caught Remus’ attention.

“You doing okay, Y/N? Stuck on something?” The use of your name caused you physical pain. At the beginning of the relationship you didn’t hear your given name at all, the boys opting to use a variety of sickly-sweet pet names. Another thing that you had to grieve. You looked up at Remus and Sirius, eyes round and glossy and heartbreaking.

“No, I’m okay.” You muttered. Sirius searched your face, clearly itching to reach out and touch you but resisting. You wrapped your arms around your torso, hugging yourself.

“Are you sure?” James asked from beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder before quickly retreating. “Sorry…” He said, shamefully.

“No, it’s okay Jamie” You looked up at him, pouting in a way that broke his heart. “I- I’m sorry.” You looked back down at your lap, bouncing your knee rapidly.

“Sorry for what?” Remus quired, much more gently than you deserved.

“I’ve… I’ve been really weird. About like, touch and stuff. And I can’t talk as well as you three do.” You cut yourself off before you spilled more of your misery.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Y/N.” Sirius ducked his head, trying to see your face.

“Not everyone is okay with that kind of stuff, it’s okay.” Remus said, clearly thinking they were being reassuring.

“No but…” You pressed your lips together, trying to get the words out. “I- I don’t not want it.” Your face flamed. You hated this. You hated admitting you wanted anything. It felt weird and wrong. They all looked confused. “I do want it.” Your voice was barely above a breath. “I do, I just… don't like wanting it.” You wrapped your arms around yourself tighter, avoiding their gaze again.

James cooed at you, going all soft inside. “Baby,” He pulled you into his side. “Is this okay?” You nodded rapidly, making Sirius’ heart swell at your clear wanting. He could understand that, not growing up with any expressions of love. Craving something so foreign.

“It’s okay to want love, you know?” Remus asked, reaching a long arm across the table to grab your hand. You nodded again.

“I really am sorry I’ve been so weird. It’s only because I want it, I just… don’t know how to handle it.” You chuckled sadly. James could cry from seeing you look so self-deprecating.

“Well,” James leaned the side of his head into the top of yours, making you shiver. “Maybe we can help you? Seems like you’re just not used to it.”

Sirius chuckled. “We can get you used to it, babydoll.” You looked up at him, smiling.

“You can?” You mumbled.

“I think we can, very easily actually. What do you think, lads?” He looked at the other two boys, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

Remus’ was similarly cheeky. “I think that can be arranged.” Something in his tone made the hairs on your neck stand up. He was being unusually coy. You shrunk at his hungry expression.

“Careful, Moons.” James giggled. “I think they’re about to turn to ash.” He pet the side of your head.

“I’m okay with that.” Remus smirked, leaning over the table to grab your face. You squeaked as he pressed a hungry kiss to your lips, pulling a desperate sound from your throat that made the other two boys chuckle. He pulled away, kissing your cheek again. Your whole face was on fire, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“I think you’re getting better already.” James kissed the top of your head.

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theemporium · 1 year

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For the marauder’s smut: something with cocky full moon Remus with Sirius and James watching it? 👀

thank you for requesting!🖤

You weren’t quite sure how you got into this situation.

The relationship between you and Remus Lupin wasn’t something you ever expected to find yourself in. It was weird, really. You weren’t really friends and you didn’t really cross paths all that much until one party where one thing led to another and you had the boy in your bed the next morning.

You expected it to stay a one time thing until a routine began to form between the two of you, just a little something to let the steam off. You got closer to Remus during the months, you telling him your secrets and him sharing some of his own. It was the only reason you knew that as the full moon approached, he would get rougher and you fucking loved it.

You revelled in the way he would have his way with you, manhandling you as he pressed you into the mattress as he fucked you from behind. The way his hands would bruise your hips, the way your ass would sting from his sharp smacks, the way your head would spin with orgasm after orgasm as the boy made it very clear you were his.

You knew everything was heightened when the full moon came around, and his jealousy was no different. You were exclusive fuck buddies and nothing more, but that didn’t stop Remus from practically growling at anyone who stared at you for too long. There was no talking sense into Remus when he was in one of his moods, it was something you realised pretty quickly.

And it was one of those moods that had led to this scene right now, Remus leaning back on his headboard as you bounced up and down on his cock, two sets of eyes watching every fuckin movement.

“Now now, love, don’t get shy now. I thought you wanted to show the boys how good you were for me.”

You let out a pathetic whine, your back pressed against his chest as your thighs burned. It was too much. Far too much for you to deal with. The feeling of him deep inside you, the watchful and heated gazes of his two best friends, the way your body was begging to come. It was all too much.

“Remus,” you choked out, his hands gripping your waist as he lifted you before sinking you back down on his cock. “Please.”

“Please what?” he grunted, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. “You wanna come? You wanna show Prongs and Pads what a good fucking girl you are and come on my cock?”

You nodded, the words trapped in your throat.

“Put the poor girl out of her misery,” James' voice was rough, his hand resting on the bulge in his slacks.

“Let the dumb slut come,” Sirius chimed in, leaning back on his bed as he watched your tits bounce with each thrust.

“You hear that, baby,” Remus growled in your ear, the gruff and husky voice enough to make your walls clench around his cock. “They wanna see what your pretty face looks like when you come.”

“Please, please, please,” you chanted breathlessly, your head falling back against his shoulder as his hand smacked against your thigh.

“Gonna make you come, baby,” he groaned, his teeth scraping against the skin of your neck. “Then I’m gonna make you clean up the mess you made, show the boys what a pretty lil’ whore you look like with my cock in your mouth, hm? How do you like the sound of that?”

You could only moan in response, nails digging into his arms as he rammed into you.

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