#rem squared

(200 ficlets, all since November! Wooo!!!!! This is the 222nd! I am posting 27 ficlets today in celebration (all written yesterday oop), as I will take Any excuse to dump a ton of ficlets on you guys lmao)

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @phantomofthesanderssides @creativity-killed-thekitten @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread

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"Babe, what the fuck is that?"

Remus spun around, grinning and holding up the thing he'd been cradling in his hands.

"A dead squirrel!"

Remy immediately shrieked, jumping back and glaring at Remus when he laughed at him. His eyes then finally landed on the slightly mangled squirrel body, and he pulled a face, sticking his tongue out.

"Oh my god, that is disgusting. Throw it away!"

"Aw," Remus pouted. "But it's so cute."

"You're gonna get blood and squirrel guts on your clothes, and we only just got the blood from last week out of them! Throw it away, or I'm locking you out of the apartment."

The threat was empty, Remy wouldn't do that - not only because Remus knew how to pick locks and could easily break in - but Remus still sighed, tossing the tiny body back over his shoulder and wiping his hands on his shirt.

He then took a step towards Remy, and Remy took another step back.

"I'm not letting you infect me with your icky dead squirrel germs, bitch."

Remus blinked, and then his face split into a large - slightly manic and slightly mischievous - grin. When Remy tried to run, knowing exactly what that grin had meant, Remus pounced on him, taking him down to the ground with him and pressing messy kisses all over his face.

Remy shrieked again, though this time it was half laughter. He pushed lightly against Remus's chest, but it was clear that if his boyfriend stopped kissing him, he'd start complaining even more.

"Babe, if you got icky stuff on my clothes again, I will kill you," He threatened.

Pairings: Rem Squared

Characters: Remy, Remus

Trigger Warnings: none? (let me know if I should add some)

Words: 346

Notes: The characters are quite out of character, so, sorry about that.

With a cup of coffee in one hand and a notebook in the other, Remy slaved over a semester’s worth of notes. It was 3 AM, and the library would be closing in an hour, but finals were this week, and Remy had no time to waste. 

Suddenly, a lanky, tall man sat his ass down on the table next to Remy’s laptop. “Hey Rem.” Remus said.

“Hey Rem.”

“You can’t stay up all night, that’ll guarantee you’ll fail.”

Remy pulled his doc martens up onto the desk and took a sip of iced coffee. “You’re probably right.” He adjusted his denim jacket, fixing a pin that had gotten flipped over. “And I’m sure you’re fully prepared for finals, huh?” He said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Half an hour later, the two queers were hanging onto each other walking back to the dorm. 

“I’m so tired.” Remy mumbled into Remus’s neck.

Remus dragged Remy up the stairs. As they went, Remy laid his head across Remus’s chest, muttering something under his breath.

Remus was blushing, the lovestruck fool. As he looked at Remy, his stomach twisted into all kinds of shapes. He’d never felt this before, for anyone. What he’d felt before was…nothing compared to this.

He looked up, and the two were standing outside Remy’s dorm room.

“Come on, Rem, you have to sleep.” Remus said, pulling him up from his slouch. It wasn’t very effective. 

“Uuagh. But you’re so waaaarm.” Remy nuzzled Remus’s neck. 

“Well, if it’d make you feel better, I can stay here until you fall asleep.” Remy nodded. He was usually so energetic, it was almost strange seeing him like this. Almost.

I fished through Remy’s pocket quickly to grab his keys, then opened the door to his tiny, single person dorm. There was barely enough room as we both collapsed on the bed, Remy not letting go of my shirt. He mumbled something, but I couldn’t hear it.

Dukesleep - Wait

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @phantomofthesanderssides @creativity-killed-thekitten @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread

Masterpost

"I didn't think you'd wait up."

Remus blew a raspberry, falling back onto the bed and stretching his arms out like a starfish. His eyes followed Remy as he walked around the room - stripping quickly and changing into much more comfortable pyjamas.

"Pfft, don't be dumb. I wasn't gonna miss seeing your ass tonight."

Remy rolled his eyes as he climbed into bed and curled up at Remus's side. "I am the dumbest bitch in the world, and you know that. I'm offended you'd ever think otherwise."

Remus pulled Remy in closer, placing his chin on his head, and holding him tightly.

"Sorry I stayed out so late," Remy mumbled through a yawn, already starting to fall asleep. "Got distracted. I know I said I'd be home earlier."

"It's fine, my little beating heart."

Remy's growing sleepiness was contagious, and seemed to spread quickly to Remus, too, and he yawned back.

"Beating heart? You use that one a lot, babe."