hii luv, idk if you write for poly but if so, could you do poly!marauders or just one of them comforting reader when they're worried about being like their parents?
The firelight danced across the walls of the Gryffindor common room, painting everything in warm gold and deep shadows. It was lateβthe kind of late where the castle settled into silence, where whispers felt sacred, where truths came easier in the dark.
You were curled into the corner of the sofa, legs tucked beneath you, watching as James animatedly described his vision of the futureβa cozy cottage, Quidditch matches in the backyard, a whole brood of kids with your eyes and his ridiculous hair. His hands moved wildly as he spoke, knocking over Remusβ abandoned teacup for the third time.
ββand weβll teach them all the best pranks, obviously,β James declared, grinning. βCanβt let the next generation of Marauders grow up unprepared.β
Sirius snorted from where he was sprawled across the rug, head pillowed on your discarded jumper. βPlease. By the time weβre done, theyβll make us look like amateurs.β
The words should have warmed you. They should have made you laugh. Instead, something cold and heavy settled in your chest.
Youβd thought about itβmore than youβd ever admit. Tiny hands clutching your fingers. Soft laughter echoing through hallways that actually felt like home. A little face looking up at you with trust, with loveβ
And then the fear came, sharp as a knife.
Your motherβs voice slithered through your mind, her words from years ago still fresh: βYouβll never be fit to care for anything. Youβll ruin them, just like you ruin everything else.β
Remus noticed first. He always did. The book in his hands lowered slowly, his amber eyes searching your face. βHey,β he murmured, voice barely above the crackle of the fire. βWhatβs wrong?β
You shook your head, forcing a smile. βNothing. Just tired.β
Sirius sat up abruptly, his grey eyes narrowing. βBullshit.β
Jamesβ grin faded. He reached for your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. βTalk to us,β he said softly.
The concern in their faces undid you.
βIββ Your voice broke. You tried again. βWhat if Iβm like her?β
Then, quieter: βWhat if I have a child, and IβI turn into my mother?β
The admission hung in the air, raw and trembling.
To your surprise, Sirius let out a harsh laugh. βMerlin, I think about that all the time.β
He ran a hand through his hair, his usual smirk gone, replaced by something vulnerable. βI look in the mirror sometimes and see him. And I thinkβwhat if thatβs in my blood? What if Iβm justβ¦ destined to become another Black family horror story?β
Jamesβ grip on your hand tightened. βPadsββ
βNo, itβs true,β Sirius continued, quieter now. βBut then I rememberβI chose this family. I chose you. And thatβs got to count for something, right?β
Remus exhaled slowly. βI understand,β he admitted, his voice rough. βEvery full moon, I wonderβif I ever had a child, would they be cursed with this too? Would I pass on the pain?β He looked down at his scarred hands. βBut then I remember that lycanthropy isnβt what makes a parent. Love is.β
James was uncharacteristically quiet for a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was thick. βMy dadβheβs the best man I know. But sometimes I worry I wonβt live up to that. That Iβll mess it all up.β He swallowed hard. βBut I thinkβ¦ maybe being afraid of failing means you already care enough to try.β
You looked at themβreally looked at them. Sirius, with his sharp edges and shattered past. Remus, with his quiet strength and hidden scars. James, with his boundless heart and endless hope.
They were just as scared as you were.
Sirius reached for you, his fingers intertwining with yours. βYou could never be like her,β he said fiercely. βBecause you worry about it. She never did.β
Remus nodded, his knee pressing against yours. βYouβre not your blood. Youβre your choices. And every day, you choose kindness.β
James leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours. βAnd you wonβt be alone,β he whispered. βWeβll figure it out together. Every tantrum, every nightmare, every bloody nappy change, every moment.β
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