Remus-Centric

Little Breakfast but angsty (Good boy AU)

Holyyyy- ok. This is about 2100 words. It's definitely my longest one shot so far, but also my best. I think.

If you couldn't already tell by the title, this is a rewrite of the 'Little Breakfast' one shot. This is part of a bigger AU I'm working on, and will definitely continue writing about.

Something I wanted to bring up before you start reading. There's a short interaction I wrote between Remus and Patton further along in the one shot. Please always ask for consent before doing something. This does not only apply to sexual stuff. It applies to everything. So before you do something, always ask if it's ok first. Make sure everyone involved is comfortable.

Make sure to read the trigger warnings on this one.

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TW: Unsympathetic Janus, slight mention of scars and beatings, non sexual nudity, crying, panic attacks, slight self harm, vague mention of blood, vivid hallucinations/memories, very slight dub con.
Implied/referenced: past abuse, beatings, use of shock collar, abusive Janus, dehumanization.

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Remus woke up in a panic.

His breathing harsh and shallow, constricted by the feeling of a too tight collar around his neck.

He remembers the harsh red marks it leaves, the phantom ache left for what feels like forever.

Remus suddenly cries out in pain, bawling his eyes out as he's hit with a surge of electricity. The shock burns his skin, the rough collar rubbing against the fresh wound. He can feel warm blood drip down his neck mixing with the heavy flow of tears.

Everything burns. Everything hurts.

He can just about make out the dark shape of someone standing over him. He starts doing the only thing he can do. Beg.
"Please! I-I ...won't d-do it again. I'll- be a good boy! ...Just p-please- m-make it stop!"

Ssstop your whining and take it like a good boy. You did this to yourself.

Remus tries and fails to contain his sobs and whimpers.

If he's a good boy, it'll end quicker.
If he's a good boy, he'll make him happy!

Snakey's nice when he's a good boy.

"-mus"

Remus takes his thumb into his mouth, sinking his teeth into the flesh.

Just be a good boy.

Another harsh sob wracks his body.

"Re- -eathe- -emus- Remus!"

His eyes snap open. When did he close them? Everything's fuzzy. He flinches when someone touches his hands.

"Sorry." The hands quickly retract. "Just, breathe for me, ok? Can you do that? Breathe in for four seconds, 1-2-3-4, perfect, now hold it for seven-"

It's a struggle and it takes a couple minutes, but eventually with the voice to focus on, Remus calms down enough to take in the situation. His neck hurts, but he can breathe, even though he can still feel the occasional light throb of pain. He's in his room. Someone's sitting in front of him.

You're not leaving until you learn your lesson. Be good for once and stop screaming.

He can hear the door slam shut, and the lock click closed.

"Hey, hey! Calm down, ok? Just focus on me. Breathe like I showed you."

Remus's eyes slip shut as he focuses on breathing again. He absentmindedly bites into his thumb again, the sting is grounding. It keeps him from floating away again.