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prettybabybaby · 2 years

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toxic!guitarist!sirius gets a little too close to his groupies after your fights. he flirts, gropes, and gives them meaningless kisses for showing support just like he did to you before you started dating to remind you that you’re disposable.

he revels in your huffs and puffs. in the furrowed brows and crossed arms as you watch him pressed against another person, making a show for everyone around. but what could you say? you had broken up.

but after yet another nasty breakup, toxic!bassist!remus had enough. he convinced you to fight fire with fire.

he had you perched in his lap, tongues shoved in each other's throats. one of his hands was groping your ass, while the other held the back of your neck.

sirius shoved the girl sucking on his collarbone away, ignoring her scoff. he eyed your circling hips over his friend's obviously hard cock. your sweet whimpers reached his ears, causing a reaction in him. you're his. no one else's. he widened his legs, feeling tightening in his pants.

remus moved against your heat, relieving the ache in his groin. he swallowed your whine, delivering a quick but hard slap to your ass. he cracked open an eye, feeling his cock jump at the sight of the daggers sirius was shooting in your direction.

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singmyaubade · 8 months

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No Longer Yours

James Potter x Female!Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: James Potter had disregarded you for multiple years, but when you have an epiphany in your final year, how does it feel to taste his own medicine?

~ pt. 1: the heartbreak

~ pt. 2: the aftermath

~ pt. 3: the confusion

~ pt.4: the discussions

~ pt. 5: the realization

~ pt. 6: clarity

~ pt. 7: the finale: the makeup

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, angst, soon-to-be-smut, best friends to enemies to lovers

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luvfruzsi · 3 months

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I can't really explain it, but you'll understand.

Smut: Wolfstar

Toxicity: Tomarry

Cuteness: Drarry

Angst: Jegulus

#tomarry #wolfstar #james potter #sirius black #remus john lupin #jegulus #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #tom riddle #fanfic #smut #toxic relationship #angst #cuteness

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acewitch-writes · 26 days

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Fandom decided to make Remus a hyper-masculine dom, and for some reason, this involved stripping him of all of his kindness and softness in the process. Because I guess a character cannot be gentle and kind AND masculine. Only fem characters are allowed to have a character trait as soft as kindness.

If that wasn't bad enough, they also stripped him of any flaw that could be perceived as emasculating. His well-established avoidance and cowardice? His insecurity and passivity? His people pleasing tendencies and self-loathing? His devotion to Dumbledore and his deep admiration (and perhaps envy) for James and Sirius? All gone. Doesn't exist. Fanon Remus is the coolest, smartest, bravest, and most capable of all the Marauders.

Even his appearance was completely altered to ensure that Fanon Remus is just oozing with raw, unfiltered masculinity. This is a topic I am especially heated about as someone who is chronically ill. I relate deeply to Remus because I see my own struggles in the ways his Lycanthropy affects him. It makes him sickly and pallid, he is described as thin and worn down, both from the effects of the disease itself and later from the struggle of keeping himself fed and housed due to the stigma surrounding it.

But Fanon Remus? He's huge. He's buff. He towers over everyone else around him, intimidating and aloof with a cigarette hanging idly between his lips for optimum sex appeal. He is so strong, with his broad shoulders and his rock hard abs, and his Lycanthropy just makes him super fucking aggressive and horny around the full moon. He can lift Sirius up over his head with one arm. He's the Casanova, everyone wants him because he's just so hot and so cool. The fact that he is a werewolf only serves to elevate his primal, masculine allure.

#Remus has become the embodiment toxic masculinity in fanon #he's angry and violent and often depicted as being emotionally abusive towards Sirius #and this abuse is often presented in the guise of comedic relief #which is especially troubling #remus lupin #canon remus defender #I won't shut up until the real Remus Lupin returns from war #the quiet ableism in this fandom makes me insane #marauders era #fandom critical #wolfstar

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arson-onasundaymorning · 2 years

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James: *sits down and rests his legs on Regulus’ lap*

Regulus: Move your legs before I break them, Potter

James: You know, it’s kinda hard to hate you when you’re threatening to beat the fuck out of me all the time

Regulus: *exasperated* I swear to god

Sirius: is anyone else a little uncomfortable right now?

Remus: extremely.

#james potter #regulus black #this was an actual conversation between me and my boyfriend once #jegulus #starchaser #marauders #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #sirius black #moony #wormtail #padfoot #prongs #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #harry potter #wolfstar #toxic love

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marauders-peace · 9 months

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The Whims of Fate

Summary: The big game is coming up and you can't wait to see Sirius fly again. But he seems to be more excited for after the game and just before that he surprises you... While seraph has an internal crisis.

Pairing: Sirius black x hufflepuff!reader

Warnings: past toxic friendship, past toxic relationship (not with the reader), insecurities, self conscious , fake dating

Wc: 2.5k anyone who wants to be tagged, just say so there is always room! And I am sorry if my writing isn't as good in this part :')

Masterlist

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

As we entered the Great Hall for lunch, I could feel the tension still lingering in the air. Sirius was walking beside me, his steps purposeful but his expression stern. The incident with Leander had left him seething, and it was evident in the way he clenched his jaw and the occasional glares he shot in the direction of the Slytherin table.

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, unsure of how to address the situation. It was clear that he was trying to maintain composure, but the anger was simmering just beneath the surface. I knew he wasn't upset with me, but I couldn't shake off the uneasiness.

As we settled at the Gryffindor table, I tried to focus on my plate of food, but the tension was palpable. Sirius seemed lost in his thoughts, and I felt like an intruder in his world of frustration. The conversations around us were a mere buzz, distant and unimportant compared to the storm within.

Then, a soft nudge against my shoulder brought my attention back to reality. I turned to see Sirius looking at me, his expression slightly softened. He offered me a small, reassuring smile. "Sorry about earlier. I didn't mean for things to get that heated."

I managed a weak smile in return. "It's alright, Sirius. I understand why you were upset."

He nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he turned his attention back to his food. Despite his attempt to make amends, I could sense the turmoil still swirling within him. It was as if he was battling his emotions, struggling to find a balance between his protective instincts and his desire not to cause further stress.

As I ate my meal, I couldn't help but steal glances at him. He was so beautiful. How could anyone be so beautiful?

He was putting on a facade of nonchalance, but his clenched fists and furrowed brows betrayed his true feelings. I wished there was something I could do to ease his anger, to let him know that I appreciated his concern.

Meanwhile, a little bit right from us, I noticed Lydia and Maya engrossed in a hushed conversation. Lydia's animated gestures and Maya's attentive nods suggested that they were deep in thought about something. I wondered what they were discussing, but my focus was quickly pulled back to Sirius when he spoke again.

"Are you nervous about the game?" he asked, his tone softer now.

I shook my head, grateful for the change of topic. "Not really. I mean, you are the one playing, so I don't really feel the pressure here. But, I'm excited to watch you play."

He smirked playfully. "Planning to cheer for me?"

I rolled my eyes, trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe I'll just shout 'Sirius Black, you're not as cool as you think!'"

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, you wound me."

We shared a genuine laugh, and for a moment, the tension seemed to lift. It was as if we had managed to carve out a small bubble of normalcy in the midst of the chaos. As lunch continued, our conversation flowed more easily, and I found myself forgetting the unease that had gripped me earlier.

Unbeknownst to us, Lydia and Maya were observing our interaction from afar, their heads close together as they exchanged whispered thoughts. Maya nodded at something Lydia said, and they seemed to be sharing some sort of silent agreement.

Later, as we made our way out of the Great Hall, I caught a glimpse of Lydia's mischievous smile. She winked at me, and I couldn't help but wonder what they were plotting.

As we went on, I couldn't help but look after them. I wondered if they would talk about their feelings, or if they would just ignore what was so obviously there.

"Oh, shit!" Sirius looked at me with an apologetic frown. "I already have to go, because James wants to go over the planning we did. Hope you can forgive me."

I smiled at him. He looked so apologetic like a little puppy that disappointed someone. "Don't worry, I understand. Go you have a game to win!"

He smiled at me and ran up to the field, while I watched him go. Without him, the halls felt empty and at the same time overwhelming full.

I already wanted to leave to the library, because we still had time till the game, when I saw Sirius ran up to me.

He was panting heavily and red like a tomato as he stood before me, like he just played the quidditch game of his life.

"What's wrong? Did you forget something?" I felt like I was missing something here, as he took my hands and smiled at me with a red face.

"Yeah, I forgot something very important." He hold my hands tightly and looked me in the eyes. Something plagued his mind and I so desperately wanted to know what. But it remained a secret behind those beautiful eyes.

"What did you-"

"Wish me luck." he suddenly said. His eyes were avoiding mine and suddenly found the ground very interesting. "Please?"

"You don't need luck," I replied softly, my voice filled with faith in him.

He chuckled, his fingers briefly intertwining with mine. "Maybe, but a little extra never hurts."

I chuckled at that. His eyes found mine and sucked me into them again. His right hand let go of mine and wandered off to my cheek. As he hold me captive in his warm touch, he seemed to beg for something.

"Good l-"

Then, in that moment, when I least expected it, he closed the gap between us, his lips capturing mine in a kiss. It was an innocent little peck, like he didn't want to do anything wrong. Time seemed to stand still as our lips molded together, and the world faded away. All that mattered was the sensation of his mouth moving against mine, the taste of his lips, and the rapid beat of my heart, which seemed to run a marathon.

He stroked my cheek while softly breaking the kiss. I missed the contact, but was at the same time overwhelmed by the thing that just happened.

He gazed into my eyes, a fire burning within them. "For luck," he whispered, his voice husky.

My cheeks flushed, and I nodded, my voice equally breathless. "For luck."

We stood like that, with intertwined fingers and gazing at each others eyes, for a minute or two, as he cleared his throat.

"I should go."

"Yeah, you should."

But neither of us wanted to let go of each other, our fingers still intertwined. But after one more minute he let go and smiled at me, with this unreadable expression that so often visited his face.

"I will see you after the game right?" he asked and smiled brightly, as I nodded.

"Then see you later, darling."

I looked after him and couldn't control the smile that was slowly creeping on my red face.

You don't need luck, you idiot. I know that you will win. I saw it with my own eyes.

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~1974 Third year. ~

The little girls eyes were shining as she watched. 'Was this fake?' she wondered as her eyes followed his broom. His flying hair in the wind, his bright smile as he beat the ball at one of his opponents and lastly his promising eyes. All of it was beautiful.

The seeker in red should have been the main attraction for the audience, but his best friend was like a shooting star for her. Bright, fast and so out of reach. Hoping he would grant her a wish, she looked at him with a wish written in her eyes.

As she wished for once to be noticed, the girl in green next to her followed her gaze. The girl was angry that her house was losing and she was even more pissed that she was here with her.

This naive girl in yellow, which didn't belong here between the people in green. This clingy parasite with this annoying expression. That begging look not to be abandoned, that made the girl in green reconsider.

Why did she even bring her?

Why was she even friends with her?

The girl in the warm colors of the sun, looked at the star of the field, again with this annoying expression. And the girl in green next to her was jealous as she realized how beautiful the emotions behind this gaze were. 'How can you feel this kind of emotions?'

As their eyes were focused on the star, his best friend's eyes caught the golden ball and his broom was racing towards it. The other seeker slowly realized why the boy was suddenly flying so fast and tried to follow just as fast. But he realized that it was no use. The feeling that he already lost was creeping in and he became even slower.

Then a ball hit him from above and threw him off his broom. The beater Sirius black took the chance to cover his mate. He dodged the ball himself and hit it right towards the green seeker.

"And James Potter caught the snitch!!!"

The Gryffindor audience burst into cheers, while the slytherins were glaring at them. The other beater in green was looking at the boy with the name black and wanted so bad to be better. "Next time you hit him leander." his teammates said, but they knew just like him that that was very unlikely.

The green side of the field was full of anger towards those red prideful bunch of kids, that were so obviously the favorites of hogwarts.

Only two girls seemed to be out of place.

They didn't cheer and they didn't get mad. They were both watching the boy in red and wished.

Yellow to be visible. Green to be yellow.

I smiled, as I thought about the memories. The first game he played and the first I watched. I know that he doesn't need a Goodluck kiss.

I kissed you out of pure desire for you.

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Meanwhile in the slytherin common room

"You are such an idiot, Leander, seriously. You don't stand a chance against Sirius, why did you search a fight with him?"

I shook my head at his silliness. How can someone be so impulsive?

"I just had a little 'talk' with your whisky. How could I have guessed that he would be so angry?" the brown haired boy looked away from me and seemed to pout.

A cold feeling went down my spine. I tried to shake it off, but it came right back. What was wrong with me? Why was I so cold?

"Hey, is something wrong, seraph?" Leander looked at me with worry in his eyes and came closer to me. "You looked like something plagued your mind?"

He seemed to want to stroke my cheek with his hand, but I dodged him. "It's nothing of your concern." I stated, and his hand dropped like a stone. He seemed embarrassed and looked at the ground.

"Sorry."

'Your whisky' he said. Like I owned her. Maybe I did, but not anymore. She is off and has new friends now. Every time I see them, I feel like I missed something in my life. Like I got all of this wrong. Like I got her completely wrong. Like I regretted what I did. What I still do.

Those feelings that she has. This joy that she feels, when she is with her friends. This excitement when she sees Sirius. I never felt any of that.

Why was I so bored of those people around me? Why couldn't I be excited for the things that I had? Why does she have this explosive feelings for Sirius, while I can't make myself feel even excitement?

"I wish I could say i'm surprised, but I'm really not. And that's the thing I most regret, seraph. We were never really meant to be." his eyes bore through mine. Ice-cold. "I think you know that as well."

"Do you miss her?" Leanders soft voice snapped me back to reality. His eyes were gentle, with this strange smile. It wasn't threatening, but I could never really interpret it and it made me crazy.

"Who, whisky?" I tried to laugh the cold feeling away. "Oh, please, why would I miss this parasite? I abandoned her in the first place, sweet Leander." I smiled my usual smile. The i don't care smile that made me feel better of myself. I need to feel better about myself.

He looked at me with that strange smile again. Like he knew me better than I know myself. But he really doesn't.

"You know what I think?"

I narrowed my eyes. "I don't really care."

But he didn't stop, like he didn't hear me. "I think you're starting to realize that you really care about her and you've lost her. I'm not saying she doesn't deserve it, she's a snake, but I think you're not so sure anymore and you miss her."

"You don't know anything!" But he did not let himself be stopped.

"You're not as untouchable as you think, 'sweet' seraph. In fact, you're still a little girl who whines when she doesn't get what she wants."

"Shut up!" I was screaming.

"That's why you ran after Sirius like a lost puppy. You just can't stand that he doesn't like you anymore."

"You have no idea, Leander! You have no idea how I feel!" Or what I don't feel. "So don't act like you really understand me."

He was quiet on that. But then he looked at me in such an intense way that Sirius never did. And my heart skipped a beat. Why? "Why did you make out with me if you love him so much? Why did you cheat with me if you miss him so much now?"

His gaze held me and there was a fire in them. The evening in which I let myself drown in self-pity came back, even though I tried so hard to forget it. Eventually, though, I managed to turn away. "You need to get to the quidditch field. It's getting late."

There was tension in the air at that, until he finally stood up. He grabbed his things he needed and went to the door, of the slytherin common room. Before he opened it, he looked at me.

"A little whining girl in green."

And then he left.

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#marauders era #marauders #the marauders #remus lupin #dead gay wizards #harry potter #sirius black #james potter #sirius black x you #sirius black angst #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #sirius black fic #toxic friends #toxic love

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lovefromremus · 2 months

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Okay so I'm nearly done finishing my angsty but cutesy and low-key homey and healthy fic right? Wolfstar are just cute and healthy and perfect. Well. WARNING for my followers and readers because I'm SOOO mf hyped to start this new fic. Oh these boys are gonna HATTEEEE each other. I'm talking ENEMIES with a ™ ENEMIES™. The rage. The fighting. The angst. SOOOOO FUCKING EXCITING!!!!!

#wolfstar angst #wolfstar fic #wolfstar #toxic wolfstar #marauders era #the marauders #marauders #harry potter #sirius black #remus lupin

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maladaptivewriting · 6 months

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i feel like the idea of “toxic” relationships has really damaged the way people write and examine characters. characters (and you as a person) can do shitty things and that doesn’t make you toxic. you (and characters) can make mistakes and still deserve to love and be loved.

people will talk about fics where characters fight a little and they’ll say there were unhealthy and toxic, but no one is perfect. the idea that you have to be completely healed to be deserving of love will only cause you bad things. characters deserve the same treatment. let them be unhealthy, let them be over attached, let them get into relationships even while they’re healing.

#wolfstar #jegulus #sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #james potter #drarry #harry potter #jegulus fanfic #atyd thoughts #not really but people always call them toxic but they were mostly just teenagers

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themanfromeire · 15 days

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Would y'all be interested if I wrote a fic about either James or Sirius being in a toxic relationship before meeting their s/o? (definitely not a vent fic based on my own experiences) and they just try to heal?

#marauders #marauders reader #james potter #sirius black #jegulus #jegulily #regulus black #wolfstar #remus lupin #toxic relationship #based on a true story #tw abuse

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prettybabybaby · 2 years

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¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, dark!toxic!remus, clit torture (?)

¡ marauders masterlist !

dark!toxic!remus fucks your pussy lips as punishment, only teasing your clenching hole before pulling away and continuing his brutal pace. he hits your sensitive bud with every thrust, not stopping despite your desperate cries that it hurts so bad. you painfully cum until he's satisfied, cumming in your soaked panties. your knees give out and you fall onto his bed, shaking, feeling intense throbs between your thighs.

he fucks you later on, turned on by the fact that he bruised your little clit, rubbing the swollen bud ferociously while fat tears stream uncontrollably down your cheeks. he grunts, getting off on your tears, "this is your fault, bunny," you whimper jolting as he touches your clit, "i wouldn't have to do this if you behaved. i have to make sure you learn your lesson." you sob harder, clinging to his back, walls squeezing him deliciously.

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luveline · 2 years

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hiya jade!! i was wondering if i could send in a little self indulgent request if you don’t mind? i used to be in a reallllly toxic relationship and i didn’t think anything from it stuck until i had lunch with my fiancé today.

in my relationship, i wasn’t allowed to eat the food i cooked until my ex-boyfriend had the first bite and deemed it good enough to eat further. so for example, when my ex was playing video games and wasn’t done with a match by the time whatever i made was done i wasn’t allowed to eat the food after i made my plate until his match was over. so if it isn’t too much, could i get something with remus where he just tells reader that is isn’t normal to not eat until i’m told to basically? i’m not really sure how to word it so i hope you can understand me :))

tw past toxic relationship, hope this is okay baby!!!! ♡ gn!reader | 0.8m words

You knock tentatively on the bedroom door and Remus looks away from his computer, his typing slowed and then stopped. You're always impressed with his dexterity, how his fingers move with both speed and purpose.

"What do you need, dovey?" he asks, turning his desk chair toward you.

"Dinner's ready."

"Thank you," he says, easy as breathing. He smiles at you with a heart-wrenching amount of gratitude. "I'm gonna write down some notes before I forget the scene, okay? Two minutes."

You nod happily because he's lovely and go back downstairs to the kitchen, where two hot plates of his favourite food wait ready on the table. You straighten the place mats and wipe condensation off of the drink you'd prepared for him with a tea towel, sitting down in a rush when you hear his light plodding footsteps on the stairs.

Your chair faces away from the doorway but you know he's behind you without looking, so you don't flinch when his hand smooths down the slope of your shoulder. He ducks down to kiss your cheek twice. Loving, quick kisses.

"You're not eating?" he asks against your skin.

"Was waiting for you," you say, trying to smother your insecurity at the question.

"You didn't have to." He gives your shoulder a good squeeze before sitting down across from you.

Remus tucks his chair in hurriedly and takes a sip of his drink, something about the frenetic furling and unfurling of his right hand clueing you in to his thoughts – he's still thinking about his writing, still working out themes and plots in his head, across from you and a thousand miles away.

"Is everything okay?" you ask him.

He puts his glass down. "Yeah. Sorry, I'm just thinking."

You nod and squirm in your seat. You're more hungry than you realised, and the meal looks good if you do say so yourself. You sit on your hands to stop from picking up your knife and fork, waiting.

Remus raises his eyebrows, though they quickly fall. "Is everything okay with you?" he asks, concerned.

You draw in on yourself. "Yeah."

"Are you positive?"

"Yeah, Remus."

"Mmm," he hums. "Okay." He extends his hand across the table and you pass him your hand, fingers stinging with pins and needles. "You gotta tell me what it is."

"It's not anything."

He hums some more and stabs a roasted piece of broccoli with his fork. You try not to watch him chew.

"Is it okay?" you ask.

He swallows. "What?" Understanding fills his expression. "Oh, sweetheart, it's amazing. Dinner's always best when you're the one cooking."

"That's why you should let me cook more," you say. It's secretly a question, another insecurity. Why don't you let me cook more?

"I like cooking for you," he says easily.

He massages your fingers and it's different from before, from what you're used to, you kind of lose yourself for a second. Not remembering so much as feeling. A pit in your chest.

You hadn't really thought that anything from before had left a mark – Remus is nothing like him – but when he asks, "Are you gonna eat?" you ask, "Can I?"

He goes slack-jawed. "Why would you ask me that?" He doesn't sound like himself.

You go to pull your hand and he doesn't let you. "Dovey, what's happened?" he asks.

You relax. He's not mad. He's worried.

"Nothing's happened. I'm sorry, I-" You pick up your fork and poke at a piece of broccoli, heart in your mouth.

"But something did happen?"

He's as perceptive as he is caring. You can't bring your fork to your mouth, hand heavy as lead. You let it drop and stare at your plate.

Remus tucks his fingers behind yours and pushes his thumb into the meat of your palm to stroke circles. They're just rough enough to stop from tickling, but every other lap he goes too soft. You have to concentrate very hard on holding still.

"You don't need to ask me. You don't have to wait," he tugs your hand gently toward him. "It's nice to eat together, but if I'm busy and you're hungry you should eat. I want you to eat."

You blink at your plate, embarrassed, heat heavy behind your eyes.

"Is that okay?" he asks.

"Okay," you say, giving him a small smile.

"Please don't feel like you have to ask me. Please," he says, head ducked to catch your eye.

"Okay," you say again, nodding. "Okay."

"It really does look amazing, dove. You're brilliant as always. I feel like I'm in a Michelin star restaurant right now."

You pull your hand out of his and take a hold of your fork again, toying with another piece of roasted broccoli. "It does look good."

"Good? It looks like something you'd see on TV."

"Shush, Lupin," you murmur, so pleased that your cheeks hurt.

"Trust me, I won't be doing much talking in a second."

You bring your gaze up to his. He's looking at you with enough love to melt you to putty. "Sorry," you say earnestly.

He shakes his head. It's voracious. "Don't be. Ever. Just want you to be happy. And to eat when you're hungry," he says pointedly, fork gesturing to your plate.

You eat a mouthful so big you almost choke on it.

#tw toxic relationship #tw abuse #just to be safe #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin #marauders era #marauders #x reader

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