#rem2

(This is one of 36 Halloween-themed ficlets I'm posting today! One for every sides/Remy/Emile/Thomas ship plus creativitwins!)

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Remy screamed when a pair of hands suddenly landed on his waist from behind him. He jumped forward, pulling away and spinning around to get a good look at his attacker.

He realised immediately that it was not an attacker. Instead, if was his boyfriend, Remus, who was grinning victoriously at him, as he had just successfully scared Remy.

Remus's hands were covered in something sticky and red - it looked like blood, but was probably fake.

Remy looked down at himself. There were two bright red handprints staining his favourite white t-shirt, and he let out a loud, offended gasp.

"Remus, what the fuck?!" He exclaimed.

"It's Halloween, baby! I had to scare you!"

"You did not have to scare me," Remy hissed. "And you didn't have to get bloody handprints on my shirt, either!"

Remus looked down at his hands, then at Remy's shirt, and then back at Remy's face.

He gave him a smile that was half sheepish, and half still mischievous.

"It's fake?"

"Yeah, I know it's fake, dumbass. But the stains are real!"

"I mean, you can take off your shirt."

Remy glared at Remus, though it was as half-hearted as it always was when he tried to glare at his boyfriend. He still loved him, even when Remus tried his best to annoy him.

"You're being an asshole, so you don't get to see me shirtless."

"But what if I took my shirt off?"

Remy thought about it for a moment, looking his boyfriend over and actually considering the offer.

"Maybe..."

Remus grinned. "And... what if I kissed you? Would you forgive me then?"

Remy also thought about that for a beat.

"If you wash your hands first," Remy finally decided.

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.

This is one of many, many ficlets I am posting on Christmas day. Hope you enjoy!

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @aj-draws @phantomofthesanderssides @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 @mrbubbajones @glassferns @pun-master-logan @gayturtlez @k1ngtok1

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"Babe, I bet you're on Santa's naughty list," Remy said suddenly, for no apparent reason, as the couple watched TV together.

Remus turned his head away from the television to grin at Remy. This was always either a terrible sign or a really good one, though Remy immediately knew that it would be the former, given the context.

"Sounds sexy."

Remy huffed, elbowing Remus's side, not nearly enough to hurt: just a small nudge.

"It does not," Remy said. "Come on, do you have to be so dirty about everything?"

"Hey, you're my boyfriend! You should've known I'd make a joke there, my little blood drop."

Remy sighed, giving Remus a flat look.

"Do you have to give me all the weirdest nicknames? Like can't you, I dunno, use a normal one for once?"

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! You better answer fucking quick suits because I don’t have a lot of patience for shit like this.” 

“If you put the gun down maybe I’d tell you.”

“I don’t think so asshole, you’re in my fucking house announced and don’t think I don’t know what a fucking agent looks like.” 

“They aren’t agents Inika, they’re company men. That’s Estra’s brother for fucks sake. Please don’t shoot him.” 

“It’s okay Olin, she didn’t know and it’s not like she could hurt me anyway.” 

“Wanna test that theory?!” 

“Sources? What sources Malachi? What do you know about what was said?” 

“Everything.. well everything that matters to us. I’m not going to out them but I have friends in that circle. People I’ve worked with. Families like ours have their own webs of loyalties.”

“So what you have your own fucking spies in my uncle’s house?” 

“Estra! Estra Rain, get back here and talk to me.” 

“No.” 

“Who did this to you? Is this why you dropped out of school? Estra please.” 

“For your information I fucking dropped out because I was going to fail anyway. I shouldn’t have even been in that stupid program you picked out for me.” 

“You could always go back and do something you’d-”

“Just stop okay, I just.. I’m going to go. I don’t even know why the fuck I’m here other than to satisfy your fucking need to order me around.” 

“Estra, I -”