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hellooo, hope you’re doing well! could you write a hurt/comfort for poly!marauders with dhampir reader, specifically the headcannon where Remus and reader go on walks and talk about their insecurities regarding their identity. reader talks about their immortality and that they fear the day the marauders are gone, maybe James and Sirius come in and comfort reader? Idk just make it as painful as possible, thank you sm!!

aaaa yes!! thank you so much for the request babe <3 this is my first time writing a poly!marauders fic, so i hope i got the dynamics right :, )

for anyone wondering, the headcanon the anon was referring to can be found here

alone | poly!marauders

tw: two mentions of sex, but absolutely nothing explicit

half-vampire, half-witch!reader, poly!marauders x reader

“Dove,” Remus breathes, a false picture of calmness even though concern seeps into his tone. “Deep breaths, please. Deep breaths for me.”

His thumb continued to apply gentle pressure between your shoulder blades as you sit there, red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. Remus thinks he can feel his heart breaking everytime you sniffle, the pitiful sound from deep inside your chest.

The two of you sit by the black lake, the moon lighting up the space. This was almost a weekly occurrence; both of you pulling yourselves out of your other two boyfriends’ sleepy embraces to sneak out and sit together on the expanse of grass.

You’d talk about the blood-thirsty monsters haunting parts of you till the sun started to rise, and fall asleep holding each other’s hands. The next morning, you’d wake up on the grass wrapped in James’ arms with Sirius peppering kisses all over your faces, and everything would be alright again.

This time was different, though; Remus knew it, and he was sure that by some form of instinct, James and Sirius would be able to sense it too despite the distance.

You were absolutely distraught, and he had no idea why. The two of you were sitting in silence when you broke down all of a sudden, and now he was desperate to make you smile again.

He was right — soon enough, the shuffling of leaves and poorly concealed whispers could be heard behind you.

“I told you something was wrong!”

“What? What’s wrong? The only thing wrong here is that they’re getting cosy without us!” Remus can hear Sirius grumbling, unable to stop a small smile from curving his lips despite the situation.

“Pads! She’s crying,” James huffs quietly.

Within seconds, Sirius rushes to crouch down in front of you, his eyes wide with panic. His eyebrows are bunched in concern, mouth set in a frown. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice coming out shriller than he intended to.

You tense and shrug noncommittally, gaze fixed on the ground as you try to blink away the tears blurring your vision. He softens slightly upon seeing the look on your face and gently takes your hands.

Sirius opens his mouth to speak again but James holds a finger to his lips, a silent plea to let you be. He rolls his eyes but keeps his mouth closed, starting to rub your palms with his thumbs.

James looks at Remus quizzically for an explanation, to which he shrugs — he had no idea what had triggered you so terribly. James sighs, and you feel his warmth instantly as he sits down beside you.

“Hi angel,” he murmurs, turning to you with a small smile. He reaches out and brushes a few strands of hair off your face, and you find yourself involuntarily leaning into his touch.

“Hello,” you mumble.

James feels his heart sink at the sound of your defeated voice, and he can tell how much effort it was taking you to hold back tears. “Can you tell us why you’re upset?”

“I… I don’t—“ you warble, “I’m fine, really.”

It takes all of Sirius’ willpower not to roll his eyes at your blatant lie. “Love, you’re crying. Just spit it out.”

Remus and James both turn to glare at Sirius, but he just shrugs and eyes you impatiently. Apparently, Sirius’ goad was all you needed to get you started. “I was just…. I don’t wanna be alone,” you croak pathetically.

Remus’ ministrations on your back still immediately, completely abandoning his project as he drops his arm to the ground. Sirius furrows his eyebrows, looking at you strangely as though you were some sort of crossword puzzle.

“Alone?” James echoed, pouting with puzzlement. “What… what do you mean, alone? You have us, sweetheart. We’re never leaving you.”

“Yeah,” Sirius pipes up, gently lifting one of your hands to press a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

“But you are,” you insist, and James can hear the desperation in your voice. He tugs you closer to him, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulder silently.

“Why would we ever leave you?” Remus speaks up softly, lifting a hand to gently comb through your hair. “What did we do to make you think that we would?”

“It’s not— you guys didn’t—“ you let out a frustrated sob, roughly raking your fingers through your hair. There was no easy way to go about this conversation, and you hated yourself for having to do this to them.

James makes a pitiful sound in the back of his throat and starts rubbing your arm encouragingly. He presses a quick kiss to your hairline, feeling more worried by the minute.

Sirius squeezes your hands firmly, applying pressure until it hurt and you finally raise your eyes to look at him. You’re scared of the anger, or worse — disappointment — you’d find, but there’s a bountiful amount of love in his gaze. He looks at you imploringly, saying nothing yet everything with his eyes.

You sigh shakily. “You’re all gonna die one day, and… and you’re gonna leave me here. Alone,” you warble, your voice growing softer with each word until your last one came out as a whisper. “And — and I’ll have to live without you, and I’ll be so loveless, and —“

James can’t take it anymore, and pulls you into his lap without warning, bringing your head to his chest. The walls of your dam start to break as you let out a sob, feeling the fear and sadness pouring out of you. He rubs small circles into your back, nestling his chin in your hair as he glances at his boyfriends worriedly.

You’re scared; to say the least. The three of them had been by your side for years, and your world revolved around them. You didn’t think you knew what else to live for if it wasn’t for them, their bright grins and heartfelt love. The way James crouched slightly to hug you, how Sirius pulled you into his side and peppered kisses all over your face, Remus’ hand in yours as he pressed his lips to your own — you didn’t think you could last a day without them and their endearing little quirks.

Living alone wasn’t something you had in you to do; because it wasn’t really living if it wasn’t with them. The thought of waking up in an empty bed sends a shudder through you as you squeeze your eyes impossibly tighter.

“Baby,” Sirius speaks softly, and your heart clenches at the way his voice cracks. He places a hand on the nape of your neck, slowly rubbing up and down. “Maybe… maybe you won’t have us in the future. But —“

That was the wrong thing to say, as you let out a wail and cling impossibly harder to James. Remus flicks the side of Sirius’ head chidingly as James rolls his eyes. Sirius lets out a sad exhale, blinking away tears. He never knows how to fix things.

The tall boy notices the way Sirius’ head was lowered, and immediately wraps both arms around him, pressing kisses to his hair. James tries not to smile upon seeing Sirius melt into his touch.

He locks eyes with Remus, and nods quietly to let him know he can handle it.

“Angel,” James coaxes softly. “Look up at me, please?”

You sniffle softly, raising your head to meet his gaze. James frowns when he sees your puffy red eyes, reaching out to wipe your tears.

“Do you love us for our bodies?”

The question catches you off guard, your eyebrows arching. Was he joking? In a situation like this? You hear the unmistakable sound of Remus snorting behind you. “What?”

“I said,” James repeated, “do you love us for our bodies?”

“No!” you splutter, some of your melancholy leaving to make way for confusion. “What — why —“

“Exactly,” James says firmly, immediately shutting you up with the sincerity in his voice. “You don’t love us for our bodies, for our physicality. You love us for us, for our love. And let me tell you, our love is something that’s gonna stay with you until the end of time.”

You immediately soften at his words. “But I won’t have you here, you won’t be —“

“We will,” James responds softly, jabbing a finger into the left side of your chest. “We will be here. Right here.”

You feel your heart swell with sad affection; feeling nostalgia towards something that hasn’t even happened yet.

Remus scoots forward to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling your back snug against his chest. “And we’re here with you now. We’re going to be with you for years, dove. We’re not going anywhere anytime soon, okay?”

You let your eyes flutter closed, let yourself indulge for a moment as you nod blindly. It was impossible for you to stay upset when your boys were comforting you with saccharine voices and sweet touches. Perhaps they were right, they always were.

You hear a sniffle from your left, and open your eyes to look at Sirius. He had tears running down his cheeks, and was looking at you with his mouth open and a heartbroken look on his face. Remus let out a quiet chuckle, and you turn to give him a death glare as you crawl out of his lap and over to Sirius.

Sirius immediately pulls you into a strangling hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he cries. “Why are you crying?” James questions, bemused with the slightest hint of concern in his tone.

“My poor baby, she’s gonna be all alone,” he blubbered, earning a small smile from you. He pulls away and raises his head to look at you, gripping your cheeks with a fervour and desperation you’ve never seen before. “I’m gonna write you a letter everyday, so you can read them all when I’m gone. And… and I’ll make you a scrapbook of my most handsome pictures.”

You smile indulgently at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he blabs on, wiping his nose. “And we can make sex tapes in case you’re extra horny when you’re old, and…”

“Okay, I think that’s enough,” Remus says loudly, earning a giggle from you as James swats the back of Sirius’ head.

You rest your head on Sirius’ shoulder, feeling James peck your cheek and Remus’ arm wrapping around your waist.

Grief was inevitable, but it was just love coming back to haunt you, wasn’t it? Even after they passed, you’d find them in the way the wind travels on chilly nights, the glimmer of the sun at dawn, and maybe even the occasional sex tape. In everything you see, you would see them.

Their unconditional devotion to you transcended the blurry lines of mortality, and you knew that as long as your heart continued to beat, they would never stop loving you. James was right — they had left the mark of their love in every corner of your heart and home; and weren’t ever going to leave you alone.

hello maeee!! i hope youre well!!

ive been STRUGGLING with higher level classes recently and its absolutely killing me 😭

could you maybe write something about reader who struggles academically (whether it be on certain subjects, procrastination, overworking , etc. is completely up to you!) with poly!marauders/one of the marauders??

sorry if youve already written something like this, this request is a bit self indulgent 😭

-💡

Hi angel, I'm really sorry you've been going through it! Thank you for requesting though, all the best requests are a bit self indulgent ;)

cw: academic stress

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 678 words

James is a patient teacher, and in an effort to repay his kindness you’re really trying to keep your tears from falling. 

You keep your eyes steadfastly on your potions textbook as you flip through it. You’re blinking rapidly, looking for the chapter that contains yet another bit of information you’ve failed to retain, when Remus’ warm hand closes over your shoulder. 

“Careful,” he warns, bringing a steaming mug of coffee around you to set it on one of your closed books. 

“Thank you.” Your relief is immense. You’re the sort of tired that makes your eyes hurt and your brain feel dead, thoroughly worn out by hours of studying. You pick it up and take a sip. Look at your boyfriend in betrayal. “Decaf?” 

Remus gives you a look. “It’s evening, dove. You won’t be able to sleep.” 

“I’ve got some sleeping draught for later.” 

“Ah, substance abuse.” Sirius tosses you a grin from where he’s lounging on his bed, his own homework long since finished. “Must be very dark times.” 

Your face feels suddenly very hot. You turn it down towards your book again, but the quiet splat of a tear dripping off your nose and onto the pages gives you away. 

“Hey, hey.” Sirius sounds immediately panicked. “I’m joking, abuse whatever substances you like.” 

“Angel, what’s wrong?” James’ voice is surprised, but his hand finds your back anyway, rubbing between your shoulders firm and sure. “It’s okay. We’re nearly done.” 

You suck in a breath, hoping to collect yourself but horrified when it only triggers another hiccup of sobs. You put your hands at your hairline, hiding yourself. 

“I’m going to have to sucker punch Slughorn,” Sirius says, sounding mildly horrified at this realization. 

“Dove.” Remus steps in front of you, lifting your chin. “What’s going on? Are you tired, is that it?” 

You nod pathetically, tears carving hot paths down both cheeks. “I just feel s—so stupid,” you whimper. 

Remus’ brows hook in the middle, but it’s James who says, “Hey, why?” 

He thumbs away the wetness from the cheek closest to him, encouraging you to look at him with his hand on your face. His eyes are big and warm behind his glasses. 

“Because you’re having trouble with your homework? That happens to everyone sometimes.” 

You shake your head. “It used to be sometimes. I don’t know what it is, this year—” you stifle another sob “—I feel like I can’t understand anything anymore.” 

Remus sighs. “I think you’re just overworking yourself, sweetheart.” 

You almost want to laugh. “You think this is the result of working too much?” 

“I think that schoolwork is all you’ve been doing lately,” he says patiently. “I understand that you might be having a difficult time with the upper levels this year, but you’re not going to absorb anything new if you don’t take some breaks.” 

“True,” Sirius pitches in. “That invigoration draught you keep under your bed is making you twitchy, babe. You can hardly expect to pay proper attention in class when you’re nearly bouncing out of your seat.” 

Remus’ eyes narrow. “What?” 

“Bollocks.” Sirius makes a face. Sorry, he mouths to you. 

“Let’s go to dinner,” James saves you, closing your textbook and vanishing your coffee with a flick of his wand. “It’ll be good for you to think about other things for a bit, and we’ll finish up when we get back.” 

The prospect of a break relaxes you enough for your tears to abate. James swipes the remainders from your cheeks and pushes at the corner of your lips until you smile halfheartedly. 

Remus hums his approval. “You need to eat something proper,” he says, pinching you sternly under the chin, “and stop trying to usurp your circadian rhythm with potions.” 

“Substance abuse,” Sirius quips, hopping down from his bed to lead the way to the great hall, “best kept for the weekends, as I always say.” 

“Do you always say that?” James wonders aloud. “Seems rather impromptu.” 

“Well, that’s the mark of a good line, Jamesie. It always sounds off the cuff.”

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No rest [P.M]

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A/n: this is the third installment of the ‘Behave’ series. For this one I would recommend reading the second part first

Pairings: mafia! Poly!Marauders x fem!reader

Words: 4.8k

Summary/request: “poly mafia marauders where you get taken by one of their rivals and they go to save you and when you get home they stitch you up and baby you while apologizing profusely”

Warnings: NSFW 16+, kidnapped reader, oral (f receiving), hitting, blood, cut, crying. As always lmk if I missed anything. There is no dub!con in this chapter! Safeword is in place!

Soft light streamed in through the large oval windows, casting an ethereal light upon the bedroom and your squirming body on the bed.

Nothing but praises, heavy breaths and whimpering moans bounced throughout the room.

Your fingers gripped the white sheets - needing something to hold onto whilst Remus feasted on your aching cunt.

You’d woken up with quite the ache, brain cloudy with need making you wake Remus with a whimpering whine. You’d batted your eyelashes prettily with a pout, traced the scars that littered his chest, kissed his neck as you begged the man for relief.

He’d only chuckled kissed your temple before slipping beneath the covers, finding your wet panty-less cunt and diving right in.

“You look so pretty, sweetheart,” James whispered in your ear, groping one of your exposed breasts in his veiny hand.

Remus’ tongue worked with precision, licking into your dripping hole, nose bumping against your swollen clit.

You could only moan, eyes fluttering shut at the intense feeling of Remus between your legs accompanied by the eminence amount of praise you were receiving.

Of course, you knew that you deserved it, being an absolute angel all week, following their rules with no objection, and if this was the reward - well, you’d say it was worth it.

You gasped as Sirius slid beside you, biting and sucking marks onto your neck.

Remus groaned from between your legs, moving to tongue over your clit, making your body tense and jolt from the stimulating attention.

“Look at me, pumpkin,” Sirius purred, turning your face with long tattooed fingers.

You obliged, looking at the smirking male through hooded eyes - your eyes fluttering every time Remus’ tongue hit you just right.

“Fuck… look at you,” Sirius groaned, licking his lips as his eyes roamed over your withering figure, “kiss me, pet.”

Sirius’ kisses were always greedy and possessive, keeping you right there with him and forcing it into your brain who you belonged to.

He devoured you, his mouth moulding over yours, tongue gliding into your mouth, making your brain go completely dumb for them.

Your grip eased on the sheets only for your hand to find James’, squeezing it as your thighs shook and tightened around Remus’ head the closer you crawled to the edge.

You felt slightly dizzy, your lungs clawing for oxygen between each kiss you shared with Sirius - all of the sensations coming down around you.

Your moan broke the needy kiss, Remus’ scarred hands digging into the soft flesh of your hips as you shook. Your release pulsed through you, leaving you a whimpering, moaning mess, nails digging into James’ hand.

Your breathing was heavy, your chest rising and falling with every breath as you lay in the blissful aftermath of such an intense feeling.

Remus kissed the inside of your thighs before crawling back up your body, placing his lips on yours. You moaned into his mouth at the taste of yourself, relaxing further into the soft pillows that lay beneath you.

“Good?” Remus questioned with a raised brow. He, of course, knew the answer; he just enjoyed watching your fucked out brain trying to think of good words to show gratitude.

You nodded, eyes dreamily looking up at his smirking face, “so good… thank you, Remmy.”

He hummed, pecking your forehead before getting up from the bed. You whined when the two men on both sides of you got up as well, removing the surrounding warmth.

“Where are you going?” you whined, scrambling off of the bed. The room's temperature caused a cold shiver to crawl up your spine, leaving goosebumps to form on your arms.

“We got business to attend to,” Sirius replied, grunting when your body crashed into his. You tried your hardest to look as pleading as possible, looking up at him with huge eyes.

“Can I come?”

Sirius smirked, his ring clad hand smoothing over the soft flesh of your bum, “didn’t you just do that?”

“Sirius!” you whined, “you know what I mean.”

“Watch yourself, doll… you’ve been so good; let’s not change that,” Remus spoke calmly, but his stern tone still lingered in his voice.

You hid yourself in Sirius’ chest, body shivering slightly, “Sorry.”

“Come on now, angel… we’ll be back before you have the chance to miss us,” James grinned, pulling you from Sirius to help you into one of their oversized grey jumpers and a pair of your pretty pink lace panties.

“Can I watch a movie?” you asked, toying with the buttons on James' white pressed dress shirt.

“Of course, you can… as many as you’d like, sweet thing,” James smiled, guiding you out of the room and down the hall until you made it to the large living room.

Like the rest of the house, the ceilings were incredibly high, making you feel small in the grand mansion.

You were guided to the long couch, watching as James found the remote for you, placing it in your hand.

“Watch whatever you’d like, angel.”

“Thank you, Jamie,” you grinned, enjoying the way they guided you.

Sirius strode into the room, followed closely by Remus. It was quite intimidating having them all stand in front of you, surrounding you as you stared up at them from the couch.

“The rules, doll?” Remus asked, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into the touch like a cat, eyes closing from the gentleness.

“The. rules?” he asked again, this time firmer when you didn’t answer.

“Oh… right,” your eyes opened before you started reciting the rules, “don’t go outside unless it’s in the garden… don’t open the door unless I hear the special knock… and be good.”

They all hummed as you finished listing the rules. Remus’ thumb stroked your cheek while murmuring a soft “good girl.”

You couldn’t help but preen at the praise, nuzzling your face against Remus’ palm, leaving a small kiss on the palm of his scarred hand.

Remus knelt in front of you, showing you the content of his other hand - a small worn book, obviously read a lot of times by its owner.

“Here, pet… for if you get bored of the TV,” he smiled, as gentle as he now could, handing you the book.

You examined it, reading the cover and flipping it to read the backside as well… it looked like an adventure novel, an exciting plotline jumping at you from the title.

“Thank you, Remmy,” you smiled, a warm blush spreading through you when he pressed his lips to your forehead before standing to tower over you again.

“Now… behave yourself… we’ll be back soon,” Remus reassured, giving your hair a small stroke before making his way out of the door.

James and Sirius each leaned down, in turn, to kiss your forehead as well; Sirius’ lips were upturned in a smirk at the pout your face adorned.

“I’ll miss you,” you whispered, holding onto Sirius’ hand before he could leave after Remus and James.

“We’ll miss you more, pumpkin,” he whispered back, squeezing your hand and giving you a wink before leaving you alone in the large living room - the silence deafening.

.

Your fingers flicked idly through the book Remus had given you, your eyes skimming over the words but not retaining any of the information on the pages.

You’d already spent time pacing the house a couple of times - boredom couldn’t even begin to cover what you felt.

A long sigh escaped you as you contorted your body for a stretch, cracking your stiff limbs, prepared to do something - anything.

The echo of the doorbell rang throughout the house, interrupting you mid-stretch. You perked up, excitedly bouncing off the couch.

You knew it probably wasn’t anything exciting, but you didn’t care… anything was better than rotting away on the couch.

Your bare feet padded across the long hallway, the doorbell ringing three more times before you made it to the door.

Your hand reached for the handle but halted as you waited - waited for the knock.

Knock - knock knock - knock knock knock - knock

And there it was.

You clicked open the locks of the large black door, itching for just an ounce of excitement, even if it was just one of their men telling you the news or checking on you.

An audible gasp left your lips when a pair of green snake-like eyes met yours as the door swung open. His lips were upturned in a malicious grin, large, lanky figure leaning against the doorway.

You gulped, looking up at the man that sent cold shivers running up your back, a man not welcome around you, and you knew that as well as he did.

“Why hello there, beautiful,” Adder breathed out, his tone sharp, dripping off of his tongue like venom.

You fidgeted in place, trying to avoid his eyes as they searched you intensely, dragging up and down your body with hunger.

No words left your lips; you could only stare past him, hoping someone would see and come to intervene.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in? It’s quite rude to let your guests wait on the doorstep, isn’t it?” he questioned, arm already moving you aside slowly to let himself past you.

You jumped back out of instinct at the contact of his hand on you, panicking as his shoes clicked against the wooden floor of the foyer.

“You really sh-shouldn’t… they aren’t home,” you stammered, palms sweating.

If you could punch yourself, you would; Adder’s lips flashed a smirk, his tongue darting out to wet his thin lips.

“They aren’t, huh? That’s good since I’m not here for them…,” he grinned, flashing his teeth and the one gold tooth that resided in his mouth.

“- I’m here for you.”

Goosebumps rose along your arms, the shiver on your back turning icy as you slowly backed away from him.

“I-I… they’ll be h-home any minute… a-and there’ll be people coming to check on me,” you stammered, back hitting the wall with a ‘thud’.

You flinched when his booming laugh echoed off the walls, the clicking stopping right in front of you, “no, they won’t.”

“- the thing is, girl… bad men like the ones you’re playing a stupid little whore for tend to make a lot of enemies,” his green eyes flashed with something that made tears well up in yours, your body shaking against the wall.

His large bony hand reached out, pulling you roughly against him, turning you, so your back was pressed against his hard chest. Adder kept a firm grip on your throat, squeezing in a dangerous way that made your lungs fight for oxygen. Your nails clawed at his forearm, stuttered pleas leaving your gasping lips.

“You’ll learn that hate is the strongest motivator,” he chuckled darkly, squeezing your throat with more force.

Your lungs burned from lack of air, the pinching grip you had on him began to loosen as your mind went dizzy and your face lost colour.

And then darkness.

.

The burning on your wrists woke you, the rope around them twisting and rubbing against your sensitive skin, keeping you seated on the cold hard chair. Your head pounded, and your throat hurt.

You blinked your eyes open, the fluorescent lights above you stinging your vision. The coldness of the room made you shiver. You could feel your chin wobble as scared tears welled in your eyes, but you tried forcing them down, determined to stay strong and not let the panic you felt drown you.

The low clicking of shoes outside the door caused your body to automatically shake even more as the door to the grey basement room opened.

“Finally awake, I see,” Adder’s low drawl came, an evil smirk glinting all the way up in his beady green eyes.

“They’ll be looking for me… and they’ll kill you,” your tone was bitter, feigning confidence. You shut your eyes tightly, flinching away from the cold hand that touched your cheek.

“You really are dumb… now I get why they kept such a stupid thing like you,” he laughed, his hand keeping your face in a tight grip.

“-and probably also for other reasons, I presume,” he continued with a sadistic grin.

Your breathing picked up as his hand moved, his fingers forcing their way past your shut lips, his other hand keeping your jaw in a firm grasp. You wiggled your bound hands, trying to think of a solution.

Only one thing came to mind; out of instinct, you bit down on his fingers hard, keeping your teeth in them even as he tried to pull them from your mouth. Adder let out a loud, angry yell, pulling his now bleeding fingers from your mouth.

His eyes flashed with anger, and without any preparation, the back of his hand made contact with your face.

“You fucking bitch!! You just wait; I’ll fucking kill you,” he yelled, his voice booming throughout the room.

Your ear rang as the stinging pain bled through your face. The ring on his finger had left a large cut on your cheek, warm blood trickling down and dripping onto the grey jumper.

Adder’s nostrils flared as he bent down, grabbing your face hard in his hand. You hissed in pain, his fingers digging into the new cut and forming bruise on your cheek.

“I will kill you… and no one’s going to miss such a fucking whore,” he whispered, his eyes dark and hateful.

He let go and left the room, but not without turning off the lights. The tears you had kept in finally trickled out as the door shut, your whole body trembling and the pain from the cut much more prominent as salty tears leaked over it.

.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE,” Sirius yelled, his voice angry and powerful. He stomped back to the front door, knocking over a vase in frustration, watching the porcelain shatter into thousands of pieces on the wooden floor.

All three of them had rushed home after their men had failed to send updates on how you were doing, the thirty-minute check-ins ceasing only a couple of hours after they’d left.

The clarification that something was indeed wrong came as soon as they pulled up to the house, only to be greeted by an open gate, an open front door and a bunch of knocked out men.

Hours passed, the sun disappeared from the sky, replaced by a crescent moon. The worry only increased between the three of them, their temper rising with every minute that passed.

“We’ll get her back,” Remus said, arms crossed as they waited for their large network of people to track you down.

James paced impatiently, murmuring things to himself, clenching his fists and jaw, trying to keep it cool.

“How the fuck could this happen?! She knew not to fucking open the door!“ Sirius kept venting, his eyes ablaze as he paced beside James.

“He must’ve known the knock somehow,” James murmured, but loud enough for the two others to hear.

“Can’t fucking trust anyone!” Sirius spoke angrily, throwing his hands around him.

Remus was about to say something, but his thoughts were interrupted by a frail young-looking man, his grey suit too big for his body. The man, clearly new in the business, heaved as he came to a halt just outside the large door.

“They’ve got a location,” he spoke, trying to sound confident in front of his tall intimating bosses.

Not a single moment of hesitation passed through them as they all trudged with determination toward the black SUV, speeding off.

.

Your fingers had gone numb; not even wiggling them could help the circulation. Your body shivered from the cold, teeth chattering.

You had absolutely no idea how long you’d been here; the blood on your cheek had dried, but a dull pain bloomed throughout.

You gasped in fright when the door sprung open, the angry click of the shoes coming toward you in the dark room.

A scream tore from your throat; your body was yanked from the chair forcefully. Adder grunted, his grip on you tight, yet you kept fighting and squirming.

“Be still, you fucking bitch,” Adder growled, throwing your body onto the cement floor with a thud.

A cry of pain left you; your legs scraped on the rough floor.

You cowered in on yourself, your arms awkwardly tied behind your back, straining and pulling on your limbs.

Another cry of pain escaped your dry, chapped lips as a harsh kick hit your already weak body.

“Fucking useless,” Adder grunted, bending down to hoist you up again.

A loud bang interrupted his actions, dropping you on the floor again as his body straightened.

He quickly made his way out of the room, the cocking of a gun ringing in your mind.

Your lips turned up in a smile, your body numb against the cold floor. All you could do was listen to the distant shouting, the grunting, the punches being thrown, then the gunshot -

and quiet.

You held your breath, shutting your eyes as you waited for the clicking of the black shoes, your body growing more and more tired.

And then thudding - rushed thudding - halting every now and then in search.

On came the fluorescent lights, blinding you even from behind your closed eyelids.

Your eyes remained closed; that way, you would stay safe for a little while longer.

Your stuttering breathing deafened you, keeping everything muffled; only your own gasp could pull you back properly. The hands on your body forcing your eyes back open within an instant.

“Sweetheart…” James breathed, his hands gentle as they pulled you up.

Emotion passed through you too fast for you to comprehend, your breathing heavy as the dam broke, and the tears leaked heavily down your cheeks.

You fell against his broad chest, sobbing into his white shirt, “y-you p-promised.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he sighed, waiting for Remus to untie your wrists before lifting your body up.

Your limbs felt numb and tired, only able to cling to James and bury yourself in the warmth of him before the fatigue overtook you entirely.

.

A gentle hand brushed over your hair, the lights from street lamps blinking through the tinted windows of the moving car.

Your body lay splayed out on the backseat, your head resting on James’ lap. His hazel eyes looked over your tired and bruised face and neck, fingers gliding gently over the forming bruises. Your breath hitched as he touched the dried cut on your cheek, his hand quickly retreating.

“Watch it, James,” Remus spoke sternly from the driver's seat, keeping an eye on the both of you in the rearview mirror.

James moved his hand back to your hair, “sorry, sweet girl.”

You could only blink up at him, your eyes droopy as you tried to stifle a yawn, body aching, trying to get comfortable.

“We’re home soon… go back to sleep, pet,” Sirius murmured, noticing your restless figure and yawn.

You couldn’t say anything, couldn’t fight, so you shut your eyes, letting your mind drift off again.

.

It was as if the all the noise in your head mixed together, creating loud static that made it impossible to think.

You sat silently on the kitchen counter, blinking slowly at Remus right in front of you. His hand gently dabbed over the cut on your cheek, keeping you in place with the other when you winced from the sting.

“Sorry, doll, I know it hurts” Remus caressed your good cheek gently, watching you watch him.

James leaned against the counter next to you, also just observing you. No matter how many gentle words they spoke or the caring touches, they couldn’t ignore the out of focus look in your eye.

The bruises on your cheek and neck grew darker and darker with every passing hour.

Sirius had stormed out in angry silence after they’d helped change your jumper, the large bruise on your back having taken form already. Your body sensitive and aching, your wrists rubbed raw.

You gasped as Remus lifted your body from the counter, carrying you through the house to bed with James following in tow.

Gentle was the only way to describe them at this moment - the scary, intimidating men turned gentle, treating you like a porcelain cup ready to shatter in their hands at any given moment.

Honestly, you felt as if you were ready to shatter, just a pin-drop away from collapsing in on yourself.

Under the warm covers, surrounded by your protectors - static, just static.

“Sweetheart, I need you to drink some water for me. Can you do that?” James spoke softly, not waiting for an answer before bringing the bottle to your lips.

His large hand supported the back of your head as he tipped the bottle, allowing the cold liquid to flow down your dry throat.

“Good job,” he smiled, as gentle as he could ever be, helping you lay down completely.

Even in your gone state of mind, you were afraid they were going to leave, afraid that you would have to lay in the dark all alone with your thoughts.

You felt yourself relax as Remus got on top of the covers, still in his nice trousers and shirt, sitting with his back against the headboard. He waited for you to curl up to him, brushing a hand over your hair before pulling out some work for him to do as you slept. James did the same, enclosing you in the warmth between them.

Only you couldn’t sleep; your mind was racing. Every time you shut your eyes, the green eyes stared right at you back at you.

You were so exhausted, but you kept your eyes open, hoping that the shuffling of paper would eventually lull you to sleep.

They did for about five minutes, but the more you fell under, the closer the green eyes came, yelling for you.

You sat up with a startled gasp, the bedroom door shutting loudly behind the raven-haired man.

“It’s just me,” Sirius grumbled, avoiding looking at your bruised face.

Remus discarded the paperwork on the bedside table, rubbing a scarred hand on your trembling back.

“Fucking hell,” Sirius murmured angrily, yanking off his tie. His movements harsh, making your breathing pick up.

“Sirius,” James warned, his gaze flicking from you to him, watching your wide-eyed stare.

Sirius stopped in the middle of the room, chest heaving with deep angry breaths, “should’ve fucking known,” he spoke lowly.

Your breath hitched as his gaze finally met yours. Sirius lifted his hand, pointing a finger directly at you.

“You should’ve fucking known not to open the door!”

Sirius paced, angrily throwing his hands up.

“There are windows fucking everywhere! Could’ve looked through one of them!”

“Sirius, that’s eno-“ Remus tried.

“NO! We have all sorts of bloody security, and this happens… can’t leave her alone for one fucking hour.”

Your chin wobbled as you curled in on yourself, bringing your knees to your chest. Tears blurred your vision, already falling down the apples of your cheeks, staring at Sirius’ angry pacing.

As much as you tried to silence yourself, a sob still tore through your throat, body shaking.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, heavy sobs now echoing freely.

Sirius’ pacing stopped, his body frozen, heavy breaths still heaving in his chest.

His gaze landed upon you, the anger he felt replaced by guilt in nothing but a split second.

Your trembling body curled in on yourself, and the fear in your eyes, looking at him through wet lashes.

“Sirius, this isn’t her fault, and you know it,” James tried calmly, watching Sirius as if he could see all the thoughts running through his mind.

Sirius let out a sigh, running his tattooed hands over his face, mentally slapping himself out of frustration.

“Come here,” he beckoned.

You looked at Remus beside you, hiccuping sobs still echoing throughout the room. You looked back at Sirius, shaking your head lightly.

Sirius took a step closer to the bed, standing right at the foot of it, opening his arms.

“Baby, come here,” he tried again, keeping his voice as soft as possible, but the edge still lingered in it.

You hesitated but decided against everything and slowly crawled out from under the blanket towards him.

Sirius waited for you to reach him, keeping his arms open for you to crawl into, closing them around you when you did.

With one arm under your bum and the other wrapped behind you, he lifted you, carrying you to the armchair that sat in the corner of the room.

You cried in the crook of his neck, keeping yourself buried there as he made you comfortable on his lap.

“I know, pumpkin, I know,” he soothed, shushing you ever so lightly, caressing your back and hair gently.

Sirius let you cry, let you fist onto his shirt.

Once your sobs had turned to small sniffles, and the tears didn’t fall in streams down your cheeks, a warm blanket was placed on yours and Sirius’ bodies by Remus. A gentle kiss was placed on your forehead once you unburied yourself from Sirius before Remus went back to work on the bed.

Sirius placed a kiss of his own on the top of your head as you relaxed against him, fatigue making your eyes droopy and heavy.

They spoke quietly amongst themselves, the chatter falling into the background as sleep began pulling you under. Sirius’ warm body keeping you safe and secure.

“I’m sorry,” was the last thing you heard whispered to you before you drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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