#putting this in all the tags fhdsjkf

[inky-bun]

Soooo there’s this P03 blog that briefly entertained the idea of Pebbles and P03 meeting

Aaaand I took it and ran with it

[nohtora]

eskel & james as an early vals gift for my bestie <3  witcher + bonus 20s bodyguard au !

do not tag as other ships, thanks :)

[remromfantasies]

RemRoMile - A Date?

Summary: Roman and Remus see a hot therapist.

Word count: 1034

Warnings: Big word (don’t worry, it gets explained), hitting on your doctor person guy, therapy, cheek kisses, PDA (public displays of affection). Let me know if i should add more!

Tagging: @pleasedonthurtcjstar cuz you helped motivate me! (Also I’m sorry i cant put it under a cut fhdsjkfs)

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Remus’ leg bounced anxiously. The office was quiet, clean, and full of pastel decor. His eyes shifted across the room to every cutesy nick-nack in sight. A hand on his thigh brought his gaze to his boyfriend.

“Relax, Re,” Roman muttered. “He’ll be here any minute.”

“You really think we need this?” He questioned. His leg continued going up and down, even as Roman rubbed soft, slow circles on his knee.

“It’ll be fine.” Roman looked back ahead and his boyfriend crossed his arms in a pout. They waited the same length of time for the therapist to show as one would finally deciding to say something after a long, awkward pause.

Roman picked up a small figurine from the tea table and brought it to Remus’ attention with a smile.

“Look, cute!” Remus broke his resolve with a grin of his own.

“Not as cute as you~” Roman giggled and pushed his shoulder. His boyfriend took this as a challenge. Forgetting all his worries, he learned over his boyfriend, trying to pepper kisses across his face in revenge.

“Stop!” Roman laughed, attempting to shove his partner back. They managed a compromise and settled on a meaningful kiss on the lips.

The clearing of a throat brought a blush to Romans cheeks, and a cocky grin to Remus’. Straightening their clothes, the couple turned to greet the therapist. Although they both fell silent at the man before them. Their counsellor had soft brown eyes behind lopsided frames, and short, chocolatey hair pushed to the side. He looked like a preschool carer; in other words - adorable.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Dr. Emile Picani apologized. The pair shared a look as their couples counsellor spoke. “It’s not very often that I have guests so clearly still in love. Anyways,” he took a seat in his chair across his patients. “It is a splendid pleasure to meet you both! I am Emile Picani and everything that we discuss today stays between us.” The couple nodded their heads in sync. “And please, keep things PG,” He giggled to himself. Remus was quick to make conversation.

“Well, Dr. Picani, I am Remus and this is my pulchritudinous boyfriend, Roman.” Emile blinked.

“That’s a good thing, right?”

“Much more than good, doctor~” Remus earned himself an elbow to the ribs, but he hardly flinched. “It means sexy! Something that could easily be applied to you, handsome.” He wiggled his eyebrows. Roman elbowed him harder this time, simply earning an ouch! and a glare.

“Remus!” Roman stage-whispered. Flirting so outright was Remus’ typical style, but he did not want to have to search for a different counsellor so soon.

Emile, though he didn’t exactly condone flirting on the job, doesn’t turn him down. Remus leaned back on the therapy couch. He continued to give the doctor bedroom-eyes.

“So,” Emile continued, switching the topic and pulling out a notebook. “You two are dating or married or...?”

“We’re dating.” Roman spoke up. Emile beamed.

“And how has that been going?”

This man’s smile has a PHD in being gorgeous, doesn’t it? Roman thought. He quickly tuned out his thoughts and joined back in conversation.

“Great! It’s been 5 months so far and we’ve loved every minute!” He turned his head and smiled warmly at his boyfriend. Emile melted in his chair.

“Awe! So, what brings you two in then?” He eyed them curiously, readying his pen. Roman went to speak, but found that his voice got caught in his throat. He took a subtle breath in and tried again.

“I, I guess it's more for me.” Roman avoided the cute doctor's eyes. “Just, I’m so afraid that, that we won’t last, as, as partners.” Emile nodded along, raising his eyebrows in concern. When Roman didn’t continue, Remus sat back upright and looped an arm around his partner; this didn’t go unnoticed by the therapist.

“See, doc,” Remus began. “Roman is very self-conscious,” the mentioned lowered his gaze to the floor. “I think his biggest fear is not that I won’t always love him - though that is also un problemo - but that we will be driven apart like two brothers that broke the norm and law and societal standards for all men by falling in love with each other and committing to acts of the romantic and sexual kind.” Emile muttered a soft ‘oh’ and leaned forward, forgetting about his notebook entirely and just allowing it to sit in his lap.

“And why is that?” He asked. Remus hardly hesitated to give an answer.

“Because we are.” Emile, rather than turn up his nose and usher them out of his office, smiled and relaxed his hunched up shoulders.

“Awe, you’re brothers too? Gosh, I’m so happy for you too,”

“You’re not uncomfortable?”

“Happy enough to let us take you on a date?” The twins asked in sync. Dr. Picani chucked behind his pen.

“No, Roman, I’m not uncomfortable at all,” He gave a genuine smile to the older brother, hoping to ease the crinkle in his brow. It worked, and both Emile and Roman huffed in relief. Pointedly, he refused to acknowledge Remus’ question. “However, you are afraid of losing Remus as a significant other because you’re brothers; why does being related scare you?” Roman sighed and rubbed his hands together in his lap.

“Just, societal standards, I guess.” Emile hummed in understanding. The three began discussing methods to help alleviate all the brothers' concerns and multiple TV references. Emile had handed Roman a fight item and by the end of the session, Remus gave the doctor his personal phone number.

“Don’t forget about everything we talked about today, okay, boys?” The twins stood to leave, Emile coming up its them to show the out. He released a gentle hum as they made it to the door. As the taller men turned around, he placed a kiss against the youngest’ cheek, just barely brushing his moustache. Remus’ face got stuck in a manic grin of joy.

The therapist then turned and did the same on the elders adjacent cheek. He smiled contently before turning and heading back into his office. The twins shared a look.

“Rem… I think you just got us a future husband.”