#remlin x reader

There was loud chatter and laughter coming from the kitchen, and Enjin immediately knew that you must be there with the young cleaners.

And he was right.

Without saying a word, he leaned against the doorframe and watched everyone.

Riyo and Zanka were leaning against the wall, both smiling carefree, which wasn't unusual. For some reason, these two always seemed to relax in your presence, which you might call cute, but it annoyed Enjin sometimes, as they always stuck by your side and never really let him have a moment alone with you.

Rudo, Fu, Amo and Guita were seated next to each other. Guita was talking Rudo's ear off as he tried to comprehend what she was saying, while Amo had her head in her arms and was looking at you fondly. Fu just watching Rudo and Guita shyly, not wanting to intrude on their conversation.

And then there was you, cooking something in your vital instrument which was a pot. He remembered the day he asked you what it meant to you, and you told him it had been passed down from your father and held great value.

It fits, he'd always thought that. Food made you happy, and cooking for others always seemed to brighten your mood, as well as the mood of those around you.

Sitting on the kitchen counter beside you and helping with the cooking was Dear Santa. His thick eyebrows were furrowed as he concentrated hard on not messing up, while you smiled at the young kid.

"You're doing so good, Dear! I might even make you my little assistant."

At that, Dear's expression softened as he looked up at you with his big blue eyes, his movements stilling.

You adored all the cleaners, but Team Child had always held a special place in your heart. You were a lot more doting and caring, making sure that they'd hear compliments every day.

Dear didn't really show it, but he appreciated that a lot. You and Bro Santa were like his anchor, and even Enjin ended up being liked by Dear because he could tell how much you loved him.

Suddenly, he heard loud footsteps approaching quickly in your direction as he swiftly made his way over to you, holding your body close. You flinched for a second before relaxing into his embrace.

"Careful!" Enjin scowled lightly as he watched Remlin almost slam into you, had he not pulled you close.

"Sorry!" Remlin apologised, stopping abruptly and looking up at you apologetically.

You smiled and ruffled their hair. "It's okay, sweetheart. Just be careful next time."

Remlin's face lit up with joy and they continued running, which resulted in Enjin rolling his eyes and you flicking his forehead with your finger.

"That hurt..." He mumbled. You replied, "Don't roll your eyes at the kid," scolding him playfully. Then pulling him down so you could kiss the spot you had just flicked, which made Enjin's ears turn red.

"ME TOO!" There were multiple shouts in the kitchen as the young cleaners, except for Zanka, suddenly lined up in front of you, too.

"Huh?" Enjin huffed in confusion, glancing at you to see if you understood what they wanted. You did.

With a chuckle, you went up to Guita first, who had been the loudest in shouting 'Me too!' Leaning down, you brushed her fringe out of the way to kiss her on the forehead, which made her hug you tightly - as tightly as she could manage with the baby in your stomach.

"Don't squeeze her!" Enjin warned Guita, who whined and let go of you gently. The kids can't always control their strength, and your husband definitely didn't want them to hurt you or the baby.

Next was Dear Santa, whom you were about to pick up, when Enjin suddenly picked him up and held him at your height. "Seriously? I'm strong enough to hold him."

"I know, but being careful isn't going to hurt."

You just shook your head, a soft smile graced your face as you gave Dear a quick kiss on the forehead, and Enjin put the kid back down.

Each of the lined up cleaners received a kiss on the forehead. They all reacted a bit differently.

Riyo blushed lightly and a small smile crept onto her face, which was a rare sight for most people. She had let you in, and that was obvious.

Rudo's eyes became glassy when you ruffled his hair softly. He had slipped up and called you 'Mom' a couple of times, but you never minded. To you, they were your family.

Fu starting to cry as you brushed his tears away. Despite not having been around for that long, the teen was really starting to like you. Most of the time, he would walk behind you like a duckling following its mother.

Amo giggled and then glared at Enjin when she looked at him. She still couldn't stand him, and he would just keep his distance sinve you scolded him for being mean.

Remlin immediately sprinted off to draw something, grinning, as you laughed.

But that wasn't all. You looked at Zanka, who was still leaning against the wall, abruptly looked down once you two had made eye contact.

Your expression softened as you stepped forward and faced him. You engulfed the boy in a hug, which made his eyes widen at first, before slowly putting his arms around you.

"There's no need to be shy, Zanka. You can always come to me. I'll never judge," you whispered, just loud enough for Zanka to hear. He squeezed you briefly before letting go. His ears burning red as you pinched his cheek softly and kissed his forehead.

You then turned to face the doorframe and called out, "Eishia, I know you're there."

Quiet footsteps were then heard, and the girl emerged, looking embarrassed. "I-I didn't mean t-"

You just held your arms open and beckoned her to you. She started walking towards you "You get one too, beautiful," you leaned forward and gave her a little kiss on the forehead. The girl flushed deep red.

Now hours having passed, the kids had eaten and most had left to sleep, leaving only Dear, whose head fell forward, startling him awake a couple of times.

You cooed quietly at the sight and nudged Enjin to look. The sight of the child even softened his expression.

"I'll carry him to bed," he suddenly said, making you look up at him in surprise. Enjin wasn't normally the type to just go ahead and do something like that, but having seen how deeply you cared about the young ones, he was ready to stand by your side and support them just as much as you did.

With that, he got up and pulled Dear into his arms. The child leaned his head against his shoulder as the two of you started walking to Dear's room. Enjin rocked him gently once the kid began to stir awake. "Shh, it's okay. Just carrying you to bed." Enjin's deep voice echoed around the quiet room as the 10 year old closed his eyes once again.

Once Enjin had laid him down on the bed, you couldn't help but hug your husband tightly. "You'll be such a good dad," you said.

You felt a kiss being pressed to the crown of your head and heard him whisper, "And you'll be the best mom. Just look at you taking care of the young ones. Such a perfect Mama Bear."

It starts with paint, as it always did with Remlin.

“Stay still.”

“I am!”

“You wiggled.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“It is when I’m trying to fix your hair.”

They huff like this is a grave injustice, but they do go still again; sitting cross-legged, hands planted on their knees, eyes staring very intensely at absolutely nothing... For about three seconds. Then, “How much longer?”

“If you keep talking, longer.”

“Okayyy, I’ll be quiet." A pause. “…Are you almost done?”

“Remlin.”

“I’m just asking!”

A quiet sigh escapes you, but your hands never stop moving. You were carefully working through the paint-stiffened strands, untangling knots with more patience than Remlin has ever seen you show anyone else.

Remlin huffs dramatically but freezes in place anyway, sitting cross-legged on the ground while gentle fingers work through their bratty hair. There’s a lot of paint. Like, way too much paint.

“…What did you even do,” you mutter mostly to yourself, carefully separating a stubborn knot.

“Art, obviously"

“That’s not an answer.”

“It is if you respect the process.”

“Not if it involves two hours of untangling your hair.”

Remlin gasps, scandalized. “You’re so mean to me.”

“And yet you’re still here.”

“Because you need me,” Remlin says instantly.

“For what exactly"

“Moral support.”

A pause. “Are you aware you’re facing the wrong way to provide that.”

“I support you spiritually.”

A quiet exhale that almost sounded like a laugh, but not quite. Your hands keep working, slower now and more careful. There’s dried paint near the ends, a streak of something you didn't know bright along one side, and somehow pen ink, too. “You got this everywhere.”

“It’s part of the vision.”

“It’s part of the problem, you'd mean.”

Remlin grins, even though they’re facing away.

“You like it though.”

“No.”

“You do.”

“No.”

“You’re still fixing it for someone who doesn’t like it.”

You pause just for a second, then you simply continue just as carefully. “…It’ll pull if I don’t.”

A few more minutes pass– and this time, Remlin actually stays still mostly. They sway a little and lean back slightly at one point.

“Sit up.”

“I’m sitting though”

“You’re leaning.”

“I’m relaxing.”

"You’re making this harder.”

And despite the facade of frustration, remlin had earned another almost-laugh barely there.

Finally, their hair was done. “There.”

You finally said as you got to tie off the last section, letting your hands fall away. Remlin immediately reaches up, fingers brushing over the newly fixed strands, eyes lighting up.

“Oh! wait, wait, this is actually—” They scramble to their feet and spin around. "This is NICE.”

“It’s just functional.”

“IT'S SO COOL,” Remlin repeats, beaming. “I look cool, don’t I?” They glance at them overjoyed. Their hair was still messy, but more intentional now. The hair was out of their face clipped back in some areas but overall done up nicely enough.

“…It’ll do.”

Remlin gasps like they’ve just been knighted. “I knew it! I’m your best work.”

“You’re my only work.”

“Exactly why I'm your best”

You turn to leave, and Remlin is already right behind them.

“Don’t wander off,” you say automatically, starting out the door and down the street.

“I won’t,” Remlin replies.

There’s a brief hesitation, but then you feel a small hand grabbing yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It was warm, paint-smudged, but gentle.

You glance down, and Remlin doesn’t even look embarrassed. They looked content just swinging their joined hands slightly as they walk humming under their breath.

“Are you going to make a habit of not asking permission?”

“You didn’t say no.”

“That’s not the same"

“You would’ve pulled away.”

…They don’t. So, they keep walking. And Remlin talks the entire time.

About everything– a mural they want to make, how their hair feels “like, at least 30% cooler now”, how they’re definitely getting stronger, how they’re almost as cool now.

“…You’re not.”

“Yet,” Remlin corrects immediately.

At some point, Remlin swings their arm harder pulling them slightly off balance.

“Quit it”

“I’m adding energy to the walk.”

“You’re being annoying.”

Remlin grins.

The two of you pass through a busier stretch of the street. There were a lot of voices, movement, and plenty of people brushing past.

Remlin instinctively moves closer and their grip tightens.

You don’t comment on it, but your thumb shifts slightly pressing against the back of Remlin’s hand.

You slow down a little after that, too, but just a little.

“…Hey.” No response. “heyyyyy,” Remlin tries again, tugging your hand.

“Hm.”

“I’m bored.”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“It’s a you problem now.”

“Now how would that be mine.”

Remlin already has something out, their marker of course.

Then they pause, flicking their eyes between looking at it then at them before making a choice.

“Can I draw on you?”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“I’ll make it cool.”

“No.”

“I’ll make you cool.”

“I’m already—” They stop as Remlin is staring at them expectantly.

“…No.”

There was a short pause before Remlin very slowly reaches toward your wrist anyway.

“Remlin.”

“I’m just testing.”

“You’re not testing anything.”

“I’m testing your patience.”

“Trust me I can tell.”

But you didn't pull away, and remlin grins as they start doodling.

It’s light at first, very careful like they expect to be stopped at any second. It was small lines, a few shapes, nothing much.

But, something that starts abstract then slowly turns into something recognizable.

You glance down. “…What is that.”

“It’s you.”

"me?”

“It’s you being cool.”

“It looks...”

“It’s stylized, duh”

But you don’t stop them. Remlin’s focus sharpens as they draw— tongue slightly poking out, brows furrowed, completely absorbed as they add more details, more exaggerated lines, more everything.

They add more.

“…Done,” Remlin announces proudly, holding their wrist up like a masterpiece.

“See? That’s you.”

You look at it, it's definitely abstract but you noticed something.

“You gave me a cape?"

“You deserve one.”

“…I don’t wear a cape.”

“You do now.”

There was a pause before remlin mumbled “…It’ll wash off.”

But what remlin didn't expect to see was when they looked up to see you smiling down at it.

Remlin lights up again. It was immediate and bright. And withhout warning, they throw their arms around you.

It’s sudden with full force.

“…What are you doing,” you say, stiff for half a second.

“Celebrating.”

“That’s not—”

Remlin squeezes tighter.

Their face pressed into your side.

“…You’re weird,” you sighed but it had no bite to it "You’re getting paint on me.”

“Mhm.”

“You’re not letting go, are you.”

“Nope.”

There was a pause, but then slowly your arm comes up and rests across Remlin’s shoulders. It was careful and light, but it was there. Remlin goes very still for a second, but then they just hug tighter.

“You’re staying, right?” they mumble.

you look down at them, at the way they’re holding on like they expect to be let go too.

“For now,” you say.

Remlin nods against you like that’s enough and like that’s everything.

Eventually, Remlin loosens their grip— but doesn’t let go completely. Instead, they grab your hand again like before.

“I’m gonna draw more later,” Remlin says, cheerful again. “Maybe both arms.”

“Don’t push it.”

“No promises.”

The two of you start walking again, although this time it was closer. Their shoulder brushing against your arm, and your hand still firmly held.

“…Hey.”

"hm.”

“You’re my favorite person.”

"And you're troublesome"

Remlin beams like that was the best answer they could’ve gotten.

you both pass a few people. Most don’t pay attention, but one does oddly enough.

“Hey.”

You stop and slowly turned

The stranger gestures between them and Remlin.

“…That your kid or what?”

Remlin goes very still, and their grip tightens just a little.

“…And what of it,” they say flatly.

The stranger snorts. “Just askin’.” And then they move on.

Silence lingers for a second. Then— “…Did you hear that?” Remlin whispers.

“Mhm”

“They thought I was your kid.”

“They were mistaken is all”

“Yeah,” Remlin says a bit too quickly.

You guys start walking again, still holding hands.

A few steps later, Remlim leans slightly against your arm staring up at you.

“You didn’t say no,” they mumble.

You opened your mouth to speak, but just shook your head “Keep up,” you managed to say instead, adjusting your grip just slightly tighter.

Remlin beams. “Got it,” they chirp. “I won’t let go.”

They walk a little slower after that. Just enough so Remlin doesn’t have to keep up so they can stay right there Hand in hand like they’ve been doing it forever.

I have such a migraine rn so I hope this makes sense bcs thinking was low-key difficult

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