#remile mentioned

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Are we still sharing last name headcannons?

Here are mine + explanation:

- Patton Hart (because he's Thomas' heart (didn't think much abt this one))

- Logan Holmes/Crofter/Sanders (all relatively self-explanatory)

- Roman Prince/Thorne (Thorne because he reminds me of Thomas Thorne from BBC Ghosts)

- Virgil Raynes (storm cloud)

- Janus Serpent/Evergreen/IDK something French (Janus I always get stuck on lol)

- Remus Prince/Duke/Thorne (Because He's Roman's brother, there's literally no other reason)

BONUS REMILE

- Remy Hypnos/Raynes/Picani (Hypnos is the god of sleep, Raynes because he's Virgil's brother in some AUs, Picani because Remile)

- Emile Picani

I don't see why not but OOOH!!! I like those!!! Also Vee's being Rayne is so cleverly underrated

[notveryglittery]

REMILE ??? in a video TOGETHER ??? the year is 2024 and suddenly ANYTHING feels possible

[naminethewriter]

Deciding Darts

It's the one Intruloceit story I always sneak into these ship weeks for Loceit Week Day 6! And of course it's by far the longest 😅 What can I say? Remus demanded to be in this one and then wouldn't stop until he reached his goal... I love him 💚 @loceitweek

Masterpost | Loceit Week 2024 Masterpost | Ao3

Prompt: “We really sold our souls to the devil here, haven’t we?”

Summary: Janus and Logan are on a double date with Patton and Roman when they get interrupted by Roman's twin who's surprisingly back in town.

Content Warnings: Mentions of sex, Remus being very blunt and almost crossing several lines

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“…and that’s when one of the tree branches came lose and hit Derrick on his head. Luckily it was just cardboard, so he wasn’t injured but it was pretty funny.”

Janus only half listened to Roman’s tales of his latest theater shows. Patton next to Roman looked as enamored with him as always, even if he was pretty sure he must have heard the story before. Logan was sipping from his glass but politely nodding along. Even if Janus was a bit bored at the moment, he couldn’t deny that the double date had been more fun than he’d imagined so far.

When the idea had first been brought up, Janus had asked Virgil if he wanted to come along but the emo had quickly refused.

“You want me to be the fifth wheel in a loud and crowded bar that probably way overprices the drinks? Over my dead body. Plus, Remy already asked if I could come over that night to keep him distracted while Emile’s out of town and he promised me free drinks, so yeah no dice.”

Janus had rolled his eyes but let it slide. Remy usually was a mess when he was separated from his husband for more than 24 hours even if he liked to pretend to be a loner.

“Just make sure he doesn’t make you too many drinks that include caffein. And don’t drink any of those too late either.”

“Sure thing, mom.”

Janus had lightly hit him on the head for that one.

Suddenly, Janus was pulled back into the present by a loud voice.

“Ro-bro! Fancy seeing you here!”

All four of them looked up to see a man with Roman’s face but slightly off standing in front of their booth. He had the same eyes and features as Roman but sported a mustache and a white streak in his hair. And if that didn’t set him apart from his brother enough, the clothes the man was wearing were probably the opposite of Roman too with ripped jeans, a dark crop top and combat boots.

So that must be the infamous twin, Janus thought as he looked the other up and down once more. What was his name again?

“Remus?!” Roman gaped. “What are you doing here?”

“Getting drunk! And looking for someone to take back to the hotel with me.” He winked suggestively at Logan who simply raised an eyebrow.

“Not what I meant and you know it,” Roman almost growled, clearly annoyed. “What are you doing here in town, I thought you were still in Europe.”

“Yeah, some stuff happened and I got back early. I was gonna surprise you at your place tomorrow but this is even better! Nice to finally meet you in person, Patty Daddy.”

“Yes, nice to see you, Remus,” Patton laughed uncomfortably. Remus paused.

“Nickname too much?”

“Obviously,” Roman sighed.

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll behave. So introduce me to these fine gentlemen.” Remus grabbed a chair from nearby and plopped down in front of the booth, grinning at Logan and Janus.

“Logan Croft,” Logan spoke up before Roman could interject, holding his hand out for Remus to shake. “And this is my partner Janus Dean. We’re longtime friends of Patton’s.”

“Pleasure,” Janus said simply, nodding instead of offering his own hand. Remus laughed and gripped Logan’s hand tight.

“Remus Kingsleigh, at your service.” Instead of shaking Logan’s hand however, he brought it up to his mouth and licked it. “You taste delightful,” he added with a grin.

“Remus!” Roman scolded, pulling him away from Logan who didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. He simply pulled his hand back, got a bottle of disinfectant out of his bag and rubbed it into the skin.

“Well then, Remus, how long are you staying?” Patton asked, still looking incredibly uncomfortable and desperate to change the topic. Janus wasn’t surprised. While Patton was very tolerant of other people’s behaviors and believes, he was rather strictly catholic himself and didn’t want pre-marital sex, which Roman was very much okay with. But Patton also was very uncomfortable with the topic of sex in general, so Janus could imagine that Remus, who as far as he knew had made sex and innuendos kind of a big part of his personality, put him on edge.

He was in luck however since Remus was open to the change in topic and started detailing his plans and told stories about his travels which Logan especially appreciated. For the next hour or so, pleasant conversation flowed between the five of them until Patton got tired and asked Roman to drive him home. The two paid off their part of the tab and left.

“Well then, that just leaves us three,” Remus grinned as he slid into the seats his brother and Patton had just vacated. “Are you open to have some fun?”

“You do understand that we’re in a committed relationship, right?” Janus asked, eyebrows raised and trying to inject boredom into his voice. Remus was entertaining, sure, but not all that appealing to him.

“So what? I can take you both.” The grin on Remus’ face was without a hint of shame. Refreshing, Janus could admit but he still wasn’t interested.

“Thank you for the offer, Remus, but we are not currently looking for a third,” Logan answered. Diplomatic as always.

“Currently? So that might change?” Remus was leaning over the table now, his eyes wide and wild.

“Sure. Ask another ten times and we’ll probably say yes!” Janus huffed.

“Promise?”

“No.”

“Boo, you’re no fun.”

“Then maybe you should seek your thrill elsewhere.”

“How about a bet?” Remus suddenly offered, sitting back in his seat, still grinning.

“I believe we have been quite clear—” Logan started but Remus interrupted him.

“A game of darts for your phone numbers. And a week to change your minds if I win.”

Janus rolled his eyes again, but to his surprise Logan leaned forward, studying Remus’ face intensely.

“You seem quite sure of your skill.”

“I am.”

“Very well. I accept.”

Janus sighed but didn’t argue. Truly, he should have seen it coming. Darts was the only sport Logan was interested in – well, besides chess but in terms of physical sports it was the only one. It relied on dexterity and math, both of which Logan appreciated greatly.

Logan and Remus agreed on a set of rules and Janus was pulled along to judge.

“Don’t you think I’m going to be biased?”

“No.”

“Nah.”

Janus had expected that answer from his partner but not Remus.

“Lolo here seems to have a bit of a stick up his ass about rules. I imagine he’d be pretty cross with you if you didn’t play fair.”

“You… aren’t wrong,” Janus conceded, surprised by his insight. Maybe Remus wasn’t as aloof and uncaring as he first seemed.

They got some darts from the barkeeper and luckily one of the three boards was still available. They played best of three with Logan easily winning the first one, Remus barely clutching out the second and now they were both in finishing range for the third.

Logan was up first. He hit the triple he needed without difficulty and just slightly overshot the double with the second and took aim with the third. Before he could throw though, Remus stepped up to him and whispered something in his ear that Janus couldn’t hear. Logan glanced away from the board and at Remus for a moment but didn’t answer. Remus laughed and stepped back, letting him finish his turn.

Janus watched as Logan took two deep breaths before aiming again.

He threw the dart.

And it bounced off the second dart that had already missed the target, falling to the floor.

“My turn!” Remus giggled, delighted, as Logan gathered his darts.

“Will you aim for the double 14 and then tops?” Logan asked. If Janus remembered correctly, ‘tops’ referred to the double 20 on the top of the board.

“Nah, where’s the fun in that?” Remus grinned and threw his first dart. It landed square in the 18 field. Leaving Remus with a rest score of 50. He needed the bull’s eye to win.

That truly fit with his character.

If he was just slightly off, the math wouldn’t work out anymore and he might not be able to use his last dart to finish.

Despite the high stakes, kinda, Remus looked very relaxed to Janus. As if he had unending confidence in his skills.

He took aim.

He threw.

He hit.

The dart landed in the bull’s eye with a dull thud.

“Congratulations,” Logan said, genuinely. “That were some impressive games.”

“Aw, thanks Logie! Now pay up!”

“I was under the impression that you wanted our phone numbers not our money.”

“That’s what he means, Lo,” Janus explained as he stepped up to the two. “Here.” He held a business card out to Remus that had his name and law firm printed on it. He’d also added Logan’s number on the other side. “Your one week starts now.”

“I’m looking forward to it, Janny! And I promise I won’t send you dick pics immediately!” With that, Remus waved to them and left, handing the darts back to the bartender on his way out.

“We really sold our souls to the devil here, haven’t we?” Janus commented dryly as they watched the door close behind him.

“Well, I always thought the devil had some fair points,” Logan shrugged, a small smile on his lips.

Janus had an inkling that his life was about to get a lot more chaotic.

He found that he didn’t really mind the idea.

[tulipanthousa]

ever since you mentioned it ivebeen thinking about remile intox kink im so 👀

Remy: oh hey babe, we're smoking do you want to? ah shit we're out of seats, well i guess you can just sit in my lap-

Emile, internally: HOPE THIS DOESNT AWAKEN ANYTHING IN ME-

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Ribbons and Rainstorms

Chapter 1 : That Fateful Day

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Roman Edevane has been terrified of storms since his twin brother's death when they were small children. He sits and he watches the dark clouds roll from his window, too afraid to sleep but unable to tear his eyes away. Then, one night, lightning strikes the temple on the hill and he forgets all about the storm in his rush to protect it. When he finds not a burning temple, but the God of Storms himself.

After that he kept coming back—Why? He wasn’t sure, and though meeting the god responsible for the storms doesn't abate his fear completely at first, Vi was… nothing like Roman could have ever expected. The God of storms was kind, he was sweet, a little shy and not to mention a whole other level of handsome. Somehow Roman can’t help but fall for them.

But he can’t be in love with a God… can he? Even if he was, could a God ever love him back?

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-Ao3-

Masterpost | Next ->

Art For This Fic by @anxious-mess19

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Warnings: Past character death, touch starvation, panic attacks + flashbacks, non-graphic injuries.

Pairings: Prinxiety, platonic DLAMPR, background Remile

Word count: 42,585

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Thunder terrified Roman.

The fear started on a night like this. When he and his twin brother were only six years old. The night he lost him.

He couldn't help but think about it whenever there was a storm, curled up in the bay window seat of his bedroom wrapped in blankets that couldn’t quite bring him the comfort he wanted. He kept a lantern on the other side of the window seat, but it was still the lightning that brightened his room, water that raced down his window and thunder that shook him to his very soul.

Neither of the servants knew. Of course, he had never told anyone aside from his parents about his fear. The servants would think him weak, a hopeful Protector of the Storm being afraid of thunder, and his tutor would think it an issue he must overcome. 

And while he rejected most notions of fear, this one he kept close to his heart. 

As much as he hated it while the storm itself raged on, when his fear took control and made him weak. When there wasn’t a storm to scare him he kept that same fear safe in his heart, reminding him of his lost brother, lost to the fire that struck him down from the sky. He had been there when it happened and seen Remus afterwards, drenched in water and coated in mud in their garden but so severely burned that he didn’t even look like his brother anymore. He had screamed and cried until a maid had rushed down from the house to find the young Roman cradling his twin close. He had still been alive, though barely, and unconscious. They had rushed him to the closest healer, still in the darkness of the storm. But in the end he hadn’t made it, and died with Roman clutching his hand. 

After Remus died, Roman had refused to leave their room for nearly a week, and for every thunderstorm since he had sat in his window wrapped in blankets, praying to the great God of the Storm that his brother was safe in the afterlife and no-one else would be hurt. 

His household by now knew not to bother him during a storm, even if only his parents knew why. 

From beyond his window, one stormy night that was the same as most, Roman saw a flash and flinched, before his eyes widened, lightning had just struck the temple that stood tall on the hill in the forest beyond their house. He watched as lightning struck once more, twice, then three times and that… couldn’t be normal? Wasn’t it said that lightning never struck twice? But here it was, striking the temple over and over. 

Not to mention, that was the temple the lightning had hit. The temple dedicated to Vi, the storm God. The temple he, Roman, was supposed to protect, ironically.

Storm almost entirely gone from his mind in an instant, Roman ran from his room. Grabbing his sword from its hook by the door as he went. He ran through the house, grabbing his cloak with one hand and throwing it over his shoulders while he tugged on his boots with the other.

“Roman?” Taz, called, shock lacing her voice, “Honey, what in the name of the Sun himself are you doing? Where are you— Roman!?”

“No time, Ma! I have to go, I’ll— I’ll be back— I’ll explain later,” he called, throwing open the back door and running straight out into the rain. 

His boots slid a little when they hit the soaked, mud coated grass. But his years of training — agility courses and races against other trainees through rough terrain — helped him to keep his footing as he ran through their gardens towards the forest. The sky lit up once again with lighting, and Roman’s attention was drawn back to the storm. The thunder crashed as he ran, the fear in his heart somehow guiding him towards the temple. He ran faster, not even hesitating as he leapt over the wall that separated their gardens from the road and the forest on the other side. He didn’t stop running until he stood on the steps of the building. 

The temple was grand, as it should be, built from bricks of black marble, streaked with white like lighting strikes. The large brackets that usually held flaming torches — which he lit and replenished mind you — were put out by the rain that had soaked the front steps and a large portion of the inside of the temple too, though the braziers at the back nearer the altar were still glowing bright with fire. The sight had Roman wondering if he had been seeing things. The temple didn’t seem damaged from the lighting strikes in the slightest. The only damage the temple faced was the constant wasting of time and abandonment — he had always been one of the very few to come here, after all. 

His instincts still urged him forward though, so Roman mounted the steps to the temple, trying his best to get some of the mud from his boots. As he entered the temple at last he noticed a figure stood next to the altar. They dressed in black and a deep, rich purple, they looked almost like a shadow in the firelight. 

“Hey!” Roman called, raising his sword, he was the lone defender of this temple, after all, and his gut was telling him there was something strange about this figure, some kind of… strange aura, they didn’t turn, but their head lifted, “What is your business here?”

“You’re not going to fight me with that sword, are you?” The stranger said, still facing away from him, Roman thought he could hear the smirk on their face through their voice. 

“That depends,” Roman answered slowly, this figure sent a spark of adrenaline through his heart that he hadn’t felt for a reason other than rumbling thunder for years and years, “Do you wish to do harm to this temple?”

“I do not,” They said, running their fingers over the old silver candelabra that sat on the altar in a way that seemed much too delicate for their imposing presence, “You are the one who sits and watches the storms, fearful, from your window, are you not?”

Roman wasn’t sure what to say, his sword now lowered to the ground. He still wasn’t certain this stranger wasn’t a threat. Besides, how on earth did this stranger know that?

“I see you there often,” They said by way of explanation, “But I don’t understand why you’re here now? The storms make you afraid, yet you have left your safety, here in the Storm’s temple itself, don’t you think you’re in more danger?”

He had to take a deep breath, the words stabbing through him, he noticed then that his hands were shaking. Only now did he realise that yes, he had left the safety of his windowsill, why? What was it that brought him here?

“I… I saw lightning strike the temple,” He said, “So…”

“The temple is undamaged by the sky’s fire,” The stranger told him, resting a hand fully on the altar and lifting the other to gesture to the ceiling, “It is the storm God’s temple, after all,”

“Oh… of course” Roman said quietly, admittedly, he now felt a little stupid. He should have had faith that the Gods could protect their own temples.

“The temple is safe, why don’t you go home?” The stranger asked. Roman turned to look back out the door, just in time to see a lightning bolt strike somewhere in the far distance. He flinched, the idea of staying in the temple with this stranger seemed far superior to going back out into the storm now that he had come to his senses. 

“No I… I think I’ll stay,” Roman said, clutching his sword tightly, his drenched cloak heavy on his shoulders. He honestly felt rather pathetic in front of the stranger, whose robes seemed to be of finer quality than any noble he’s ever seen, definitely more expensive than anything his family owned. They may be rich for their small village, but in comparison to other families… they had barely anything. He was soaking wet and in his nightclothes underneath the cloak and boots, he hadn’t been expecting to meet a pretty, well-dressed stranger in the temple, though he wasn’t sure what he had been expecting either. 

“Oh, really?” The stranger asked, “Shouldn’t you go home to your mother? She’s worried about you, after you ran off into the rain without a warning nor an explanation,”

“How do you… know that?” Roman asked slowly, his curiosity finally getting the better of him. 

“I know of all that takes place in my domain,” They said, turning a little, black hair and glittering silver circlet giving way to moonlight pale skin and piercing silver eyes that glowed slightly in the darkness, Roman took another step back that must have been instinct, “And you, little protector, just happen to be quite interesting." 

“You’re…” Roman trailed off, gaze flickering from the stranger’s face to the tapestry that hung between the flaming torches on the back wall of the temple. The same pale skin, though depicted with purple eyes, and black hair splayed out like a dark halo. The figure on the tapestry was wearing dramatically flowing purple and midnight blue robes and held a lightning bolt within their hands. The figure who stood in front of him had black streaks under their eyes, as if they had been crying black tears and he wore simpler clothes than the tapestry depicted, but Roman had no doubt that they were the same person. 

The God noticed Roman’s line of sight and turned to look at the tapestry as well, before turning back with a smirk on their face. He noticed distantly that his eyes now glowed purple like the tapestry, and his hair had gained purple streaks amongst the black. What on their good earth.

“Perhaps,” they said, glancing back at the tapestry, “It’s quite unflattering, really, I look far too…” They paused, bringing a hand up to their chin, “Villainous, maybe, is that why no-one comes here?”

Roman spluttered for a second, his mind tripping over the fact that he was talking to a literal God right now far too much to form proper sentences. After a moment of opening and closing his mouth, though, he finally found a sentence, “I— I don’t know… most people I meet say that the Sun God is more friendly or the God of Stars more appealing, even my mother doesn’t understand why I worship here,”

“Of course,” Vi sighed, “Why do you?”

“Why do I… what?” Roman asked, confused.

“Worship here,” they said, “You’re afraid of me and my storms, yet you still pray to me and see that my temple is clean and protected. I do not understand why.”

“Oh…” Roman sighed, looking down, he didn’t want to talk about this, God or not. He supposed he would have to, a direct request from a God was not one to be refused, “I— um— well— my brother— twin brother— he died, when we were a lot younger…”

Vi’s eyes seemed to soften, but he didn’t tell Roman to stop.

“He was struck by lighting, during a thunderstorm,” Roman said, his voice growing small, “I started worshipping you afterwards because— I guess because six-year-old me thought since your lightning killed him, you’d be able to protect him in the afterlife, which is, stupid, I know, Jay probably would’ve been better, but I guess I’ve hoped— whatever, storms remind me of the day it happened, that’s— that’s why I’m scared at least.”

When he looked up he found that Vi was now right in front of him, like, right in front of him. He had to look up to look at their face, this guy was unfairly tall, and unfairly pretty too, it probably came with being a God. 

“I’m sorry for what has happened to you,” Vi said, his deep voice unfairly soft. Was everything about this God unfair? “Storms are forces of destruction, it’s true, but I never intend for them to take the lives of those so young and undeserving.”

“Thank you-?” Roman stuttered, when on earth had he started crying? One corner of Vi’s mouth pulled up into a half smile as he leaned forward and kissed his forehead. The spot they had touched felt almost like it burned but… in a way that wasn’t unpleasant, somehow.

“I accept your thanks,” Vi told him, hands on his shoulders, the touch burning even through his clothes made him jolt slightly in surprise. He wondered if that burning sensation was something that came with Vi or if it was something else, “I will see you another time, for now you must return home, the storm is clearing up,”

True to his word, the rain outside the temple was starting to calm and the thunder was sounding much further away. When Roman looked back to Vi, he found him gone in a swirl of purple sparks.

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[edupunkn00b]

My WIPs Summarized Badly

Many thanks to @penna-nomen for tagging me!

Following your model, here are my WIPs in my planned order of completion. Let's see how this goes. Some have been partially published, some are only glimmers in my head (and Google Docs).

There are some spoilers in the notes below but so few people are likely to see this I think I'm safe. :D

Dystopian future man (who got eaten an Amazon Abracadabra (tm) packing bot in the last story), runs away to live with the local superhero clan and falls in love. (Meus ex Machina; intrulogical, oranceit, familial morange)

The gods must be crazy. (Villains Aren't Born. They're Made; intruality, intrulogicality if we're really, really good)

And they were roommates. (Where the Air Is Sweet; logicality)

A formerly enthralled new vampire learns how easy it is to enthrall another human. Well, werewolf. Well, you know what I mean. Oh, and did I mention he and his friends need to save New York City's supernatural beings from bigoted normies? Yeah. (Thrall; intruanaloceit, orange-tinted royality, logince zest)

There is a mage in the South. (Just Like Magic; platonic (?) loceit)

There's something strange going on in the Mindscape. (Echoes of Our Future; intrulogical)

Patton Croft is two years old. (Fatherhood, part of Overruled; intruloceit)

Janus likes wine. (About Janus; intrulogical)

And they were roommates. Again? (Roomies; intruality)

Dracula learns to love. (untitled, from the Beside Me-Dee-Thrall universe; Intruanaloceit)

Once upon a time, Remus and Logan get married. Remus has a nightmare. (Dreams and Nightmares, Logan-Janus-Roman-Remus/Happily Ever After universe; intrulogical, roceit, remile)

Remus and Logan get married. The end. (Love You Madly, from the Love and Madness/Play Us a Song universe; intrulogical)

An android falls in love. (Welcome to the Hive; intruloceit)

There's a reason bodyguards shouldn't fall in love with their clients, you know. (With My Life; roceit)

Time loops have been done before. (Time After Time; intrulogical)

Janus is the Doctor’s soulmate, reincarnated through dozens of characters in their search for them across the universes. (More Time With You)

[ redacted ] ([ redacted ]; loceit)

Did I boop you on the 1st? Please consider that a tag! :D

[more-incorect-quotes]

Emile: What are you drinking?

Remy: Tea. 

Emile, doubtfully: What kind of tea?

Remy: Tea...quila

Emile: Remy we've talked about this

[spacegayparty]

[The sides, about to go to the cinema together]

Janus: I am hungry. Can I have something to eat first?

Remus: Oh yeah, hand over the food, lighties!

Patton: I think we only have bread left-

Logan: We also got some cornflakes, how about that?

Janus: Sounds about as adequate as it will get here. *starts pouring the milk first, then adds cornflakes*

[The background music changes suddenly, the world seems to become black and white]

Virgil, with a lot of eyeshadow under his eyes: Milk first?

Janus:

Virgil, fidgeting: They say,, only really,,, non good people do that.

Janus, eating: uhu?

Roman, voice quivering: Only those capable of causing pain to others would ever-

Emile, on the radio: Apparently, a dangerous criminal is still on the run! He wears a classy hat, looks like jazz! haha, what a description. Oh, he also wears a cape? Like a super villain, how cool! - uh, not that there is a potential murder on the loose, no-

Virgil, squeaking: uhh, wanna watch a dumb romcom, something chill?

Remus: What? Nah, lighties, let's watch some good old horror!

Janus: There's a great documentary on violence and crime on, too.

Logan: !

Roman: I WOULD RATHER NOT *already grabbing at his katana*

Virgil, voice distorted: YEAH I THINK ACTUALLY I AM BUSY HELPING PATTON

Patton: I am right here

Virgil: YEAH YOU HAD TO HELP ME HELP YOU IN HELPING SOM-fdskj WHATEVER WE ARE BUSY *ducks out with Patton*

[roman-sing-despacito]

Textbooks are Finally Useful

Day 14 - The first words you hear your soulmate speak are written on your arm.. @tsshipmonth2020

Pairing: Remile. Analogical mention

Summary: Remy has been pining after one of his college classmates, yet he hasn’t even spoken a word to them. Now he finally will...

Word count: 1.1k

“Gurl, I’m telling you!” Remy lowered his sunglasses, his eyes dead serious, “Emile is the most gorgeous person I have ever laid eyes on.”

His serious expression quickly morphed into a pout when Virgil snickered at his friend’s antics.

“Oh please Rem, you change who you think is hot about twice a day.”

Even with the loud chatter from other students in the Dining hall with them, Remy still heard Virgil’s tease.

“But this time I’m serious! It’s like they glow or somethin’! They have this infuriating smile that—on it’s own is adorable—but when they answer something right in class, or they’re talking with one of their friends, they light up! My gay heart can’t take anymore of their beauty!” He stabbed a piece of his pasta and shoved it into his mouth.

“They must not be human because I don’t melt into a puddle around humans, but when I’m around Emile... ” His sentence trailed off as he blushed profusely, seemingly lost in thought.

Virgil playfully rolled his eyes. Even though Remy did point out a “hot” person every day to him, Virge had to admit that he has never seen Remy so infatuated with someone. Once he points out someone attractive, he never mentions them again. But it has been three months of this conversation, and Emile was the only person Remy had mentioned.

Finishing up his last bite of pizza, Virgil wiped his hands with a napkin and balled it up to launch at Remy.

It bonked him on the forehead.

“HEY!”

His indignant shout was drowned out by the full on belly laughter of his friend.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny babes.”

Virgil’s only response to that was to stick out his tongue.

“Listen dude, just go talk to them about how you feel! I love you and all, but I am getting sick of you pining. You’ve dated people before so why are they any different? Besides, Emile is really nice so I see no reason why you can’t just go up to them and tell them how you feel. Or even just to say hey.”

Remy sputtered. Say hey? Hey?!

“No! Your first words to someone should never be ‘hey’!”

There are so many stories where the words on someone’s arm was a common greeting like “hey” and that usually caused a lot of problems. Stories of soulmates getting mixed up because the other person replied “hello” without thinking, were one of Remy’s fears. He never wanted his first words to his soulmate to be so...common.

Virge stared at Remy from across the table. “Rem?” He said in a suspiciously monotone voice.

“...yeah?”

“You’re telling me that you have been talking about Emile for three months, and haven’t even had a conversation with them?”

Remy sheepishly shrugged, “Maaaybeee.”

The over exaggerated breath that Virgil took in was definitely not a good sign.

“Sugar, listen. I haven’t gotten the nerve to approach them, so—”

“You have been pining for three months and have not spoken to them!?” Virgil shook his head in annoyed exasperation, “THEY COULD BE YOUR SOULMATE!”

Remy sat stiffly.

“In my defense, I didn’t know if I was ready to meet my soulmate.”

That stopped Virgil cold.

“Oh.”

“Oh is right.”

Virgil nodded numbly, “Sorry for shouting. I just...I don’t know I guess I thought you had already spoken to Emile with how much you seem to know about them.”

“Don’t sweat it babes. Besides, I think I might be ready to find out if they really are my soulmate.” He glanced down at his wrist where the words: Even after all these years, I still don't know what to say Stared back at him.

His whole life Remy feared what those words could mean. Did his soulmate not like him? Did he say something to offend his soulmate? Every scenario Remy imagined didn't exactly begin well.

“Well...good luck Rem.”

“Thanks. Now, how would you feel about talking to Emile for me.” He asked while blinking his eyes innocently.

Virgil laughed and stood up, heading for the door to the cafeteria. “If you keep up with those doe eyes, Logan might get jealous.”

They both laughed at that absurd statement. Logan never got jealous, xe trusted Virgil way too much for that to happen.

~*~*~*~*~

The sounds of Professor Sanders dismissing the class early for the day were faint as Remy hurriedly packed up his stuff, hoping to catch up to Emile who sat four rows down.

He marched down the steps, walking with intent. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. But one look at Emile’s smiling face as they said goodbye to a friend who was leaving the lecture hall caused Remy to halt. I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t—

Emile’s textbooks came clattering out of their bag, their smile quickly wiped away with an annoyed frown as they started to pick up their belongings.

Seeing one of Emile’s textbooks nearby, Remy rushed to pick it up. But in doing so, he didn’t notice Emile going for the same textbook as him.

Their hands grabbed opposite sides of the book, and startled eyes met confused ones.

All thoughts of introducing himself had flown out the window as he saw Emile’s sparkling eyes. Remy practically short circuited and he said the first thing that came to mind.

“Woah babes, your eyes are much more green than I thought.”

Remy’s heart stopped. Did he really just—? Hot embarrassment seeped through him. Remy dropped the textbook and a faint blush quickly covered his dark skin.

But Emile simply smiled. “Even after all these years, I still don't know what to say.”

Remy’s heart stopped for a second time as his jaw dropped.

“Are you—?Are we—?”

“Soulmates?” Emile gave him the brightest smile Remy had ever seen. “Did Toph Beifong invent metalbending?”

Emile’s smile quickly turned sheepish, “Oh sorry, I just really like cartoons and uh—”

“That Queen sure did.”

Remy smiled as Emile’s expression turned to pure joy.

Once all of the textbooks were collected, Emile showed Remy their soulmark on their arm with an ecstatic grin.

To see the words made Remy realize that this was really happening. He finally met his soulmate. “Wow. I really did get lucky.”

Emile chuckled and Remy decided right then and there that he would make it his life’s goal to make sure his soulmate was always happy and laughing.

“I’m glad it’s you Remy.”

“Wait, you know my name?!”

Emile smiled sheepishly, “Well...I’ve kind of been uh, watching you for the past year? Nothing creepy I promise! But, when I saw you at the beginning of this semester I kind of…”

“Started pining?”

Emile laughed. “Yeah something like that.”

Remy nodded, “Trust me babes, my friend Virgil said I was doing the same thing with you too.”

“No way! My friends kept telling me the same thing too.”

“Well, I guess we are just too gay to function, huh?” Remy laughed.

Emile pushed a strand of hair behind their ear, “Yeah, I guess so.”

The smiles that they gave each other were full of blooming love. And both of them couldn’t wait to see where it took them.

[princeanxious]

The Royal Librarian- Chapter 1

Chapter 1- “The Road to Perfection is Destructive.”

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Future analogical, future sidelines royality, sidelines established dukeceit, background remile

Word Count: a little over 3k

Warnings For This Chapter: Virgil’s got anxiety and is a bit self depricating, brief mentions of panic attacks, Virgil stays up and works himself for so much longer and harder than is healthy for a normal person in one session, boi highkey overthinks a ton when he’s not occupied. Don’t work yourself for 24 hours straight like Virge does, it’s not good for you.

Minor notes on Virgil’s mental state in this fic: Virgil has ADHD(as reflected by my own life experience) that shows up in different ways here and there, and he suffers from RSD(Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria) which drives Virgil’s need to be perfect or fail till he damn near collapses from exhaustion, which also just feeds into his chronic anxiety. Thats all for now!

Chapter one(you are here!)|Chapter two(coming soon!)

Bonus stuff:

-the Rough Library Layout

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Quiet. Such a word was practically synonymous with Virgil’s existence. The young adult practically grew up in silence, sought quiet spaces out like a moth drawn to a flame. And like a deer spooked by a snapping branch, he often fled from loud groups larger than three. He had been a quiet child, content to lose himself in any book he could get his hands on, reading for hours in any quiet atmosphere he could find. Alone, and content because of it.

So it was really no surprise he picked up a local library apprenticeship when he’d turned fifteen, and was a well-versed and well-read librarian by age nineteen. He had his lifelong friend Patton to thank for making him apply alongside hundreds of others to the opening position of the Royal Astra Family’s castle Librarian position, a year later. And, to be fair? He’d only applied because he’d been sure his resume would never have been seen, let alone selected, if only to simply placate his best friend’s excited begging.

He didn’t account for Patton’s connections as the Royal Head Cook to shift that margine of possibility to reach at least being seen. Though Patton chalked it up to the fact that he’d always talked about Virgil around the royal family anyway, long before the position had needed a replacement. It seemed to be just Virgil’s luck that ‘Virgil’ just happened to be a very uncommon name.

The panic attack that followed after he received a letter that his resume had been selected alongside a select few others for further evaluation had been a rough one. Still, he held out hope that his perceived inexperienced youth would save him, the stress and responsibility of such a serious job couldn’t be trusted with some ambitious kid like him, could it?

And, besides, it’s not like Patton’s constant praises carried that much weight, right? That's just how Patton was, a personified ball of sunshine! It was why Virgil was never surprised to hear Patton mention the royal family and staff by name on accident, or mention a silly story involving them in private, he’d clearly become close to them as the Head Cook. Though, the more he thought about it, he realized that.. Well, it’s not like the royal family had known Patton as long as Virgil had. Patton could be too trusting, and tried to see good in everyone, and well, perhaps the royal family trusted his judge of character over just simple skills. And wasn’t it just peachy that Virgil was lifelong best friends with said ball of personified sunshine? (Not that he’d ever trade their friendship for the world, never. It was just Virgil’s problem that he could never seem to tell Patton no, huh?)

Eventually, a nerve wracking week passed before Virgil finally had his answer in the form of an acceptance letter hand-delivered and an accompanying uniform and granted permissions to traverse and move into the castle grounds, all ordered and signed by King Thomas himself.

Apparently, his suspicions over Patton’s influence had indeed won out.

Three days later, Virgil finds himself silently saying goodbye to the home he’d made on his own, not as terribly forlorn over the loss as he thought he’d be. The small cottage he’d been renting didn’t feel much like home to him, anyway, not like a library did. Still, there was a longing to hide from the large change crashing into his life, and thrice he’d hid under his covers and cursed his weak will against Patton’s puppy eye’d pout. Eventually though, he’d talked himself out of his panicked haze, just in time for his first shift the following day.

“I can’t believe I let Pat talk me into this.” The ravenette grumbled as he leaned to the side. Using his weight and momentum to shift the sliding ladder he was perched on, he slid closer to the next book he’d been reaching for.

“Become the castle’s new Librarian! It’ll be fun, he said! It’ll help sooth my anxiety to work with even more books and even less people, he said, the head cook who works with at least 20 other staff each hour to maintain a steady meal plan for the entire castle staff daily!” The little librarian huffed to himself, resignation seeping out with each controlled breath.

His first day hadn’t been an easy one, and though he hadn’t expected it to go smoothly, he certainly hadn’t expected it to become such a mess. It wasn’t his first time working as a librarian, but leave it to good ol’ Virgil to let life make his days as eventful as possible!

From the moment he woke to the time he had his lunch break, not that he would actually willingly take a break nor need one yet, the day had been.. busy, to put it lightly.

It’d been storming when he woke, and though he was on time to get ready and leave, he’d only realized that his umbrella had broken the month prior. It had left him to make a twenty minute dash in the pouring rain when he found no other options.

He was plenty grateful for a bathroom stationed just inside of the library building entrance, where he hurriedly rushed inside to change out of his soaked attire. He’d been smart enough to pack away his official Royal Librarian uniform into a water resistant bag with a few additional dry essentials, and let his common clothes get soaked instead.

In a short six and a half minutes, Virgil was changed and mostly dry, though there was little he could do about his damp hair aside from comb his fingers through it. With his wet clothes packed away, he made it into the library on time to begin his first very long shift.

He’d already been sworn into secrecy when it came to occasionally dealing with the royal family’s history and artifacts in the future, and with his first and hopefully one of very few ever meetings with King Thomas out of the way, he was officially the new Royal Librarian. And now, also the only. As he was told in no certain terms that the last had retired and fucked off into obscurity before anyone had realized that the library had been left in disorganized chaos.

The old coot had apparently made his own system for everything, and hadn't bothered to write any of it down. From sorting sections to assigning books to genres, none if it clear and often very, very unorganized.

Virgil’s first big task was to comb through the entire damn building and use a new system, one that made sense. He was to reorganize every book and every section, using the appropriate genres and sorting. This way the royal family could actually functionally use the library and not waste time sorting through chaos.

This was where Virgil found himself three hours later, on the verge of a minor mental breakdown as he’d just barely sorted an eighth of the books on the main library floor into the Dewey Decimal system.

He’d had plenty of empty tables at the beginning of his journey, and right now every single one had some few stacks of books on each, labeled accordingly. Aside from his muffled ranting and the pattering of rain, the library was relatively silent.

It was odd, being alone in such a gigantic library. It almost reminded him of home.

He paused for a brief moment, having set down the final few books taken from the bookshelf he’d been working on. He’d gone through just one row of 6 bookshelves, and had 7 rows left to go, and that was just barely counting putting books back in the previous shelves as he went. A whine left him as he realized just how long this project was going to take.

“Fucking fuck.”

Somewhere between the second row and the third, Patton had stopped by to check in on Virgil. He found him hard at work sorting the fiction section on the left side of the building, tables half forgotten as Virgil attached unobtrusive non-damaging number labels to each and every book. Stacks of books lay carefully placed on the floor against each shelf, seperated by label and lack of label.

“You already look so at home, Virge!” The head cook whisper-shouted, though the sentiment was not necessary as the only other being in the library was the librarian himself.

“Yeah yeah, hush you. I’m a bit too swamped for ‘I told you so’s at the moment. So, what's up?” Glancing up at the taller man, Virgil briefly noted a small package wrapped in cloth was held in his hands.

“Can you spare a minute to eat?” Patton giggled, but Virgil knew better. He’d known Patton since they were kids, it wasn’t a question. Or a decision to be made. With a sigh, he placed the book he was holding in its place before turning to the cheery cook. “Yeah, I can.”

“How’s the kitchen today?” He asked lightly, having eaten the light meal quickly in order to get back to sorting. Patton hadn’t commented, nor had he been shooed away when Virgil began sorting again. He contently sat out of the way to finish his own lunch, his original goal having been accomplished.

“Oh! It’s going great today, honestly. Not too many mishaps from the newbies today either, so that's a bonus! And well, you know, making mistakes is in human nature but, they’re learning so quickly, I’m so proud of them! They’ll be taking my place by fall, just you wait and see! And, well, Roman stopped by earlier to swipe some snacks for Prince Logan, his brother, and himself. You know, the usual.” Patton chuckled, and if Virgil had looked, he’d seen the besotted look Patton always had when he talked about the head knight of the prince, he’d seen it a hundred times and was bound to see it a hundred or so more.

“Oh, speaking of,” Virgil butted in playfully, “I’ll finally get a chance to meet this knight and shining armor you’ve been swooning over for over a year now, huh?”

He watched Patton’s freckled face flush bright red, sputtering and then coughing on his mouthful of food. Virgil just cackled delightedly, stepping over to give Patton a few hard pats on the back to be sure his friend didn’t choke.

He laughed again when Patton gave him a pout and a soft “You’re so mean to me, Virge!” Eventually Virgil was able to placate Patton with a gentle hug, and the cook was sunshine and smiles again.

A finished lunch break later had Virgil finally sending Patton off, back to the warm bustling kitchens in the main castle building while he moved on to the next portion of his task.

He quickly found the steady back and forth rythme soothing. Pick a few books up, put them away. Pull a few books out, sort it by number as per their section of genre, set it in the right place. It was a blessing to find that there was just enough of a consistency to the previous plan that he could find up to five to six books in the same category in a row, and each set of books could be similar in subject, usually ending up just one section away. Often was the wayward book that found itself out of place, though he had assumed that these were often books just placed back haphazardly considering their subject patterns.

Often the most scattered and random books had ended up being of a few select categories. Without fail, he found that it would end up being a book on Space and Astronomy and/or Mathematics, in-depth Anatomy of Plants and Animals, young adult Fantasy Adventure novels, or Horror novels. It was.. Sort of odd, how there had been no section for each and all of these books, and yet there were so many evenly scattered. Perhaps that had been on purpose then, not haphazardly placed. But why?

Too busy to think deeply about it, he designated spots fitting each book type, and decided he’d figure out what he’d do with the puzzle later.

It was 6 pm by the time he’d finished the fourth row, and Patton had stopped by briefly to check on his best friend. He watched Patton’s merry expression drop some, concern seeping in as he took in his best friend’s progress.

“It’s almost 6:30, Virgil. Have you had another break yet?” He asked, watching his best friend continue moving back and forth. “Aren’t you tired? It’s been a little under 12 hours at this point, kiddo.. dontcha think it’s time to call it for the day? I mean, you’re already halfway there!”

“Library hours, at least Librarian work hours, don’t end till 9. And yeah, I guess I’m a little tired? But I’m in the zone, Pat. You know how I get when I’m in The Zone. If I stop now, who knows how long it’ll take me to finish sorting the other half?” Virgil rambled, half distracted and still trying to keep a vice grip on his concentration. “And besides, King Thomas said he’d be checking in on me tomorrow.”

“But Virge, you know he doesn’t expect you to have it done in one day. Thomas isn’t like that! That’s why he gave you a whole week to settle in, so you could move into the Library’s living quarters-which you haven’t done yet, might I add!- and get the library situated.” Patton stood stiffly, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. Virgil was as stubborn as he himself was when his mind was made up.

“Look, Pat.. just, I’m sorry. You know I hate to worry you. I’ll try to stop at 10, go home and get some rest, and tomorrow i’ll move my stuff into my new home here. And, i’ll take a break from sorting for a few hours. Okay?” Virgil reached out, taking Patton’s hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He let Patton pull him into a tight hug, and didn’t resist when Patton briefly rubbed at his tense shoulders.

“Okay. Just, take care of yourself, Virge, okay? If I find out you stayed out an hour later than 11 pm, you’re gonna be in big trouble mister!” Patton giggled, lightening the mood the way he knew how.

“Yeah, yeah, hear ya loud and clear, Dad.” He watched Patton beam at the nickname, and moments later he watched Patton disappear behind the library’s main entrance door as his friend left him be, reassured. Virgil gave a heavy sigh, looking down guiltily at the stray book clutched in his hands.

“Let’s just hope ‘trouble’ just means a week of disappointed reprimands like last time…”

Hours later, Virgil’s head jerked up from his sorting as a father clock somewhere in the library dinged, signalling 10 o'clock. Biting his lip, he walked to the front doors and examined his options. He found he could lock the library from the inside, and pulled down the shutters. Briskly, he moved to cover each large window with their thick drapery, finding the adorning cloth thick enough to keep the low artificial light from seeping out. He dimmed the inner library lights so the library looked closed, but otherwise the building was still functioning from within.

Unless someone else had keys to the doors of the library, no one would know that the librarian was still stationed and working within. No one could see out, and more importantly, no one could see in. Which meant that Virgil was safe from Patton’s wrath if the Cook came to check on him, temporarily at least.

“Fuck, Patton’s gonna be so mad..” He muttered to himself, leaning against the librarian’s desk with a deep sigh. He’d briefly admired the beautiful desk earlier in the day, from the intricate carving to the beautiful dark mahogany. It would serve him well in the future, he hoped, after the thorough ‘grounding’ he knew he was going to get from Patton.

He shook his head to free his thoughts. There was no sense in getting in trouble and feeling guilty about it if he didn’t do anything to learn from in the first place. It was time to get back to work, and if he was lucky, he’d finish the main body of the library by the time his next shift started. Then, he could try and play it off, like nothing had ever happened, he’d just keep Patton out of the library till tomorrow to hide his finished work.

11 pm came and passed as he worked, and when he looked next at the clock, he found it was nearly 4 am. Tired but determined with only one row left, Virgil trekked on with a new vigor. All-nighters weren’t anything new to Virgil, not in the slightest. He was a creature of the night who rarely got a full night's rest to begin with. And sure, it was rare he worked his body so hard and for so long, but fixations were hard to break once in The Zone, it’s not like he could feel it past the hyperfixation haze.

Patton had often told him off for it when they were young, but as time passed they’d come to realize that’s just how Virgil was. Laying down did nothing to lure his mind to sleep on even the tiredest of nights if his insomnia had something to say about it. Better that he used the extra time to be productive, rather than spend 6 hours tossing and turning in bed, numbers and thoughts crowding in his head, and only getting up more restless than before. Patton often just tried to ease the aftermath if he could help it.

Sliding the last book into place was like sliding a final puzzle piece into a massive puzzle. The triumph of accomplishment had never felt so good, not like this.

Though, he quickly found himself aimless not 10 minutes later, seeking errors to fix and lost books to give a home. His brain wasn’t ready to let go of it’s fixation just yet, but as each second crawled by, he found himself recentering into the real world.

His body ached, and he was exhausted. His stomach gnawed at him weakly in hunger and his eyes watered from staring unblinkingly for so long. He eyed the chair behind the librarian’s desk, his desk now, he reminded himself.

“Screw it.. The Library’s sorted enough, I've got the rest of the week to make it perfect. A ten minute nap won’t hurt, right..?” He huffed to himself as he pulled the window curtains open one by one. Shuffling over to the main library doors, he unlocked them and raised the shutters. Soft morning sun rays fluttered into the connected windowed hallway just beyond the doors. He smiled at the tiny beauty of life, spotting the main library windows letting in the same comforting, dappled light.

Pulling his cloak tighter around himself, he plopped into the chair at his desk, finding it soft and comforting. Leaning forward, he rested his head on his arms, and under the fluttering morning light, succumbed to sleep’s gentle embrace.

Unknowing of the rude awakening that was soon to come.

Chapter two

[starlocked01]

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.” Remile?

Carnations and Bad Boys

Words- 1,448

Summary- Remy decides his recent behavior doesn't warrant his fiance's kindness and decides to get Emile a sight-shopped gift

Content warning- Knife, Injury, blood, hospital mention, food mention, swearing, referenced animal death

"Shit!"

"Darling? What's wrong?" Emile stood quickly from his desk cramped in the corner of the living room, rushing to the kitchen where his fiance was cooking dinner/breakfast.

"Damn it I cut myself chopping the onion. Look at this mess- it is too early for this. Fuck!" Remy groaned around the wounded finger stuck in his mouth.

Emile jumped into action, rushing to the bathroom for the bandages and disinfectant, "Rem, you know I could have made dinner."

"No, babes. You've been at work all day. That's not fair to you," Remy whined softly as Emile directed him to wash the injury in the sink, "I'm fine, just fucking frustrated."

"You're half asleep still. When did you get to bed?" Emile asked gently, tugging Remy's finger from his mouth and rinsing it under lukewarm water, "this is the second time this week, darling. I'd rather do it myself if it means you don't end up in the ER from cooking while drowsy. You know this reminds me of an episode-"

"Yeah, like every cartoon ever has an episode about sleep deprivation. I know." Remy scoffed and grabbed a paper towel to dry his still bleeding finger, "do we have any leftover cold brew? I can't remember what I left in the fridge this morning."

"I haven't checked," Emile shook his head and maneuvered so Remy could reach the fridge and pull out a half-drunk cup of Starbucks. He pursed his lips with a quiet command to hold still as he poured anti-bacterial disinfectant on the cut.

"Damn it that hurts, Emile!" Remy snapped, pulling his hand away and frowning as he sipped on the old coffee.

"I know. Please let me finish," Emile replied gently, one hand rubbing the other man's shoulder.

Remy sighed and gave his finger back to Emile who wrapped it up efficiently, kissing the bandage when he finished.

"Gawd, you're so... so precious," Remy murmured, staring at his finger and taking a long sip of coffee.

"Thank you. You're welcome," Emile chuckled, turning to the mess on the cutting board.

"No, babes. Go rest and I'll finish dinner. Just.. sans onions. Overrated little bitches," Remy pushed Emile away from the mess with a bump of his hip.

Emile stayed and watched as Remy finished their meal, talking softly about small incidental stories from the office, of course, nothing that would breach doctor-patient confidentiality, and even made his fiance laugh a few times as they sat down to eat.

"I just want to go one night without an emergency or having to call an ambulance, you know?" Remy whined, poking at his onionless taco.

Emile nodded thoughtfully, "but I bet the residents are glad to have you there."

"I guess," Remy shrugged, "it's just been crazy the past few nights and Rob refuses to schedule more people because it's not supposed to be crazy at night. I can't stop three different grannies trying to get out of bed and find their cat that is definitely at least a decade gone."

"You know they don't know better."

"I know, Mr. Psych Eval. Sorry, babes. I just want a calm night for once. Don't you ever wish your patients came in to just.. chat instead of bringing every single problem in their lives to you?"

Emile hummed in response to that, thinking the question over, "I don't know. What I do know is that you need to get ready to go in." Remy groaned and shoved the rest of his dinner in the fridge, sauntering back to their room to change for his shift. He came back out and finished the coffee, determined to grab a new one on his way in. Emile smiled and handed him a bagged lunch and gave his fiance a sweet kiss on the cheek, "I hope it's a quiet night for you, darling."

"Have a good night, babes. I'll see you tomorrow after work," Remy smiled at the kiss and pulled his fiance into a proper kiss before leaving for the night.

Remy hadn't realized a quiet night at the assisted living home would mean plenty of time to think. He sipped his iced coffee and stared at his bandaged finger, wondering how in the hell he got so lucky with his fiance. He also wondered why Emile hadn't realized his horrible decision yet and broken off the engagement. Several hours later when the morning shift came in to take over, Remy was dead on his feet from making rounds all night and convinced Emile could do one hundred times better than him.

Remy stopped at a gas station on the way back home, preoccupied as he shopped for a snack and grabbed a cup of hot coffee to get him home in one piece. On a display near the register, a small yellow teddy bear with a red shirt smiled absent-mindedly at him. Remy smiled and grabbed the little Winnie the Pooh and set it on the counter with his snacks. He glanced around and found a nearly decent-looking bouquet of carnations in reds, pinks, and yellows that he snatched up as well, setting it on the counter before an exhausted-looking cashier.

"In hot water with your girl?" the cashier asked to make conversation despite looking like conversation was the last thing they wanted to make.

"Nah, he just deserves better than me so why the hell not?" Remy laughed to himself as the cashier rang everything up and bagged it all except the coffee, "thanks, babe. Try to make it a good day, yeah?" Remy glanced at them from over his sunglasses.

"Whatever," the cashier waved Remy off and went back to stocking the shelves behind them.

Remy hurried home with renewed purpose, running inside as soon as he parked the car. He found a vase, trimming the stems and setting the flowers in the vase, and adding water. He set up the flowers and teddy bear on Emile's desk and turned to video games to relax after the long night and feeling pretty good about his little surprise for his fiance. Before long, Remy passed out on the couch mid-level.

Emile came home after a long day at the office, several of his clients had had particularly difficult weeks. He quickly noticed Remy asleep on the couch and made an effort to be quieter as he unpacked everything and started dinner. Once he got a chance to relax, Emile turned to his desk and gasped at the flowers and Winnie the Pooh.

"Remy! Oh, dear, wake up! did you do this?"

"Wha- you can't pin anything on me!" Remy bolted up with a start, "what? What did I... do?"

"Did you get me the flowers and little buddy?" Emile asked with a broad grin.

Remy shook the sleep out of his head and sat up. He blinked a few times and saw the gifts and nodded, "oh yeah, actually yes. Those are for you, babes. I- I just thought you deserved something for.. ya know. Don't read into it."

Emile tilted his head in confusion, "I- what do you mean? Thank you, I very much appreciate it. What do you mean by 'read into it'?"

"The bear reminded me of you, especially since you said your little Stitch got misplaced. I thought you'd like him- I just- babe, why do you like me? I'm an asshole. All I do is drink coffee and say bad words. I'm like the antithesis of everything else in your life- the cartoons and toys and your sock collection and all that. Why do you like me?" Remy looked up at his fiance, unusually open and vulnerable.

Emile nodded thoughtfully and sat down on the couch next to Remy, running his fingers through his fiance's messy hair. He glanced over at the flowers then smiled at Remy, "darling, I like you because I like soft things."

"Soft things?"

"Soft things, like carnations and bad boys. You care for people who are so often forgotten and neglected by their families, and you do it every night. You bring me toys because you know I'll enjoy them. And most importantly, you are always authentically yourself. You aren't afraid to show your rougher edges, and that makes you very soft indeed. I don't just like you, Remy. I love you. That's why I asked you to marry me and why a few curse words are never going to change that."

Remy stared at his fiance, mouth agape for a moment before pulling Emile into a tight hug, "I love you so much."

"I know. You show me every day," Emile hugged him back, resting his chin on Remy's shoulder with a happy sigh, "I know." 

[wisherbysharlight]

WHAT IF... SANDERS SIDES BUT MAKE IT A TROPEY TEEN BEACH AU

Endgame!LAMP. Dukeceit, Remile

Just 2k stream of consciousness words from a plunny that grew legs TW for v slight underage drinking, one joking mention of violence, and a non-specific discussion of intrusive thoughts

-Janus has just moved there because his parents wanted to start a new "adventure" and he is a Stereotypical Teenager. Very "ugh MOM I wanna go back to my FRIENDS for my LAST SUMMER BEFORE COLLEGE"(most of his friends suck. He should not spend time with them. He does not know this)

His Parents buy him a surfboard and tell him to try it out as a way to get him to Shut Up

Hes a Skater Boy(cue music) so he picks it up super fast from like,,, youtube videos

 -He gets told to Get a Job if he wants to like, keep buying surf gear?

All the local kids work at like one restaurant/yacht club type place right on the beach

Janus gets hired as a host

 -Logan is a beach badge checker, Patton, Roman, and Remus are beachfront restaurant waiters but Roman just Really Wants To Surf, Emile and Virgil are Lifeguards, and Remy is a bartender

 -Janus is Very Good At Customer Service because Fake Smiles

Patton recognizes this Immediately

He shows him the Rage Closet which is a tiny room with an arm chair that locks from the inside where you can punch a pillow on your break when it gets to be Too Much

-Janus is Attached now and there is no getting rid of him

Patton Fully Endorses this and introduces him to the rest of the group

Janus Knows Immediately that LAMP is In Love but says nothing because he aint no snitch

-Remus surfs, but he also always wear a thong while doing it

Roman wears a full wetsuit and somehow still gets Board Rash. Remus is somehow immune and it infuriates him

 -Janus, not knowing that the twins live right on the beach cuz they are RichTM: Hey Ree I kinda wanna learn how to surf would you be able to teach me 

Remus, who religiously watches Janus surf every morning, but is absolutely willing to play this game: Yeah absolutely

Patton, later: “lets rinse off at the twins they’re right here” Janus: theyre.... What?!

 -Meanwhile, elsewhere, Virgil and Roman are double teaming Logan to drag him into the water with them cuz he’s pouting about losing a debate with their manager about how he didn’t really be mean to the dudebro who wanted to get his buddies onto the beach without paying, he was just enforcing the rules. And if the dude was so offended by Logan’s Very Accurate Dragging that he complained to management then, well, that’s his problem not Logan’s

 -Logan is never without a book. Ever. And its always a different book. Janus is starting to think he owns a library

One day he is just... reading a Physics textbook. Not taking notes or anything. Just reading. 

Roman is Very Very Alarmed by this because he is Gay and Math is Scary

"Roman I'm also gay that is not a determining factor"

"Yeah but you can't drive"

"...fair"

 -the first time janus has a shift with the twins, he cant stop staring, not just because hes like,,, super attracted to Remus but also because they are like Chaos Incarnate and yet somehow get the most tips??? He doesn't understand???

It's just cuz they are both Huge Flirts and Flatterers and the patrons dont care that they're not-so-subtly beating the shit out of each other right there on the dining floor because theyre just so charming

 -one of the bartenders gets aggressively snapped at by a customer and called "sweetheart" and before Janus can even begin to react Remy is there, sunglasses off, fire in his eyes, telling them to settle their bill and get the fuck out

Janus, used to City Restaurants- "Wont you get in trouble with the owner?!"

Remy, who knows Nothing Else But This- "What?? Not likely I only did it cuz Thomathy wasnt here to do it himself"

 -the restaurant is closed Monday and Tuesday so that is the Pseudo Weekend for the staff where everyone hangs out at the beach

Emile and Virgil take Tuesdays off but still work Monday’s cuz they feel better being the one watching over their friends

 -Roman, staring at Virgil on the lifeguard stand: ugh he’s so pretty I almost wish I was drowning just so he could give me cpr 

Janus: you wanna potentially get your ribs broken just for lip contact? 

Remy, staring at Emile on the lifeguard stand: listen, if that’s what it takes, I’ll take it

Remus, immediately going up to the lifeguard stand because he has 0 impulse control: hey my brother and cousin want you to break their ribs 

Virgil and Emile: excuse me?????

 -Patton will literally spend hours in the water. Logan physically drags him out to put sunscreen on him every two hours to the minute. Patton does not admit that he purposely "forgets" just so Logan will do so

Logan is Dark and has never used sunscreen ever but Patton is so pale and he just gets so concerned about him. Patton thinks its adorable

He has pages of research on proper spf determination.

Roman and Remus use spf 15 just on their faces and have never once burned in their lives

Logan wants to submit them for scientific study because that shouldnt be possible

Virgil calls Logan out on the fact that he also should be wearing sunscreen and Logan like... blue screens he cant believe in all his research he missed that

 -Patton is like... a ridiculously strong swimmer. Virgil still has a heart attack every time he goes for laps when there is the slightest hint of an undertow

Patton Knows This so he tries to stay in Virgil's sight line for the most part if there is an undertow. Or just dives over the waves again and again.

His nickname is Ariel. He thinks its just cuz of the swimming and the fact hes a red head. LAP all separately also tack on that its the swimming, the red hair, and the hnng pretty 10/10 would follow out to sea ala Prince Eric

 -first beach bonfire Janus goes to Remy is Fully In Emile's Lap like... half an hour in

he has had like maybe a sip of a beer

Remus says he still claims this is because he is a Clingy Drunk

no one will call him on it, least of all Emile

 -there is truth or dare. Roman may or may not skinny dip you have no proof

 -Logan gets infuriated that he cannot roast a marshmallow properly

Patton does it perfectly every single time but its ok cuz he shares and Logan eats it right from his fingers and Roman and Virgil are just in the background Trying and Failing not to be the Most Jealous

Patton thinks theyre upset they didn't get marshmallows and makes some for them too and there is lots of Significant Eye Contact involved

Janus is going to spontaneously combust if they don't get their shit together

 -Janus is out walking on the beach one night on a full moon cuz he cant sleep with everything so quiet around here when he sees a bright green patch out in the water and goes ...wait

he calls out to Remus and he comes into shore and is like "waves are perfect at night you should join me" so janus goes back and gets his board and they surf and chat for like the entire night

Janus finds out Remus couldn't sleep cuz intrusive thoughts were keeping him awake

Janus listens and doesn't judge, just lets Remus talk it out

They go back to shore and fall asleep on the sand next to each other like mid sentence still talking, now about whatever creative business idea Remus had, and get woken up by Logan's morning rounds like "come on guys you know you're not allowed to sleep out here" but they dont care theyre both just *blushing emoji*

-Logan Always Has A Notebook right? And a regular book he reads. And everyone assumes they are like Notions and Observations, but no, it’s actually blank paper and he uses it to sketch and then one day he leaves it behind and someone either Virgil or Patton finds it and flips through it and it’s all sketches of them and Roman and they’re like??? Actually really good? Anyway that’s how they find out Logan is actually minoring in art even though he’s majoring in something Very STEM 

And he never told his best friends because like almost all his pre college art is Them and he doesn’t want to be caught having Feelings and by the time it gets to college it’s been too long and he can’t tell them now 

Roman takes one of the sketches of him surfing and makes it his profile picture on All Social Media He Has and Logan is so flustered he nearly breaks his damn phone

Patton is so offended he didn’t get invited to Logan’s first showcase that he doesn’t talk to him for like two whole hours 

Virgil quietly asks if there is any art of all four of them, finds out there is, and makes a print and keeps it on his bedside table

 -They are all Pining Outwardly Now and its Worse

 -Remus : you have known them since pre-k please ask them out I beg of you 

Roman: You just dont get it 

Remus: I asked Janus out after 4 weeks what is your problem

 Emile: Virgil, I love you, you are my Partner in Anti-Drowning but you are so stupid 

Virgil: What???? All I said is that you and Remy are really cute and I'd love to be in a relationship like that 

Emile: I am not a violent person, Virgil, but I have the strong urge to smack you

 Patton, in the Rage Closet: They're all just so hOT and ReSPEctFUL 

Janus, waiting for his turn, trying to act like he cant hear him: I Am Looking Elsewhere

 Logan: I just don't understand why they were more upset that I didn't tell them than that I'd been making art of them for years?? Shouldn't that second part be worse??

Remy, who has been partial to Every Single One Of AMP Waxing Poetic About Logan: Yeah, no idea /s

 -the twins get into a surfing competition as a pair and everyone goes to see them and support them

Thomas airs the competition on every tv in the restaurant cuz he’s Proud of his Bois

They WIN cuz they are Creative and Talented and came up with all sorts of crazy tricks while they were fucking around in the water but it earns them Major Bonus Points for originality

 -Roman does the run off the podium and into Love’s arms trope with just like... whoever’s closest lets go Patton because he is a Waif and forced himself up front so he can see

The other two are Devastated because well shit but then Roman pushes through the crowd, still holding Patton’s hand, and gives them this smile and is like “remember in like second grade when we said we’d do everything together and made a pact on this beach”

Analogical: uhhhhhh yeah

Roman: holding you both to it. No take backs. This counts. Now kiss me, dammit, we WON and they DO MANY TIMES AND ITS REAL CUTE

 -Meanwhile dukeceit have Mysteriously Disappeared and No One wants to be the ones to go find them. They show back up, eventually. Janus has a branch in his hair and remus' hair is sticking straight up and when he opens his mouth roman glares at him and tells him in no uncertain terms that they do not want to know

 AnYWaY these are my children and I will gladly answer any questions about them. I left out Janus Backstory and Creativitwins Angst and Many Individual LAMP Scenes and Remile/Dukeceit getting together and Epilogue but can absolutely provide such things on request

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Flat moth Remy and cabbage butterfly Emile-

Thank you for your time-

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Pillow Forts Are God’s Best Gift To Mankind

Pairings: remile

TWs: a lil food mention, a heated kiss, and one suggestive joke. For the most part this is a fluff-fest

Words: 2833

AN: requested by @patton-cake sorry this took so long Tess!! (last night was a shitstorm so i didnt write anything, so now yall get a double length fic) I love this one a lot ok its my first time writing remile and it may or may not have turned into an incredibly fluffy proposal fic (that’s exactly what it did)

   “Remy! I’m home!”

   Emile’s singsong voice rang through the apartment cheerfully, and Remy couldn’t help but smile. He stood up from his desk in the attic, setting his sunglasses on the dark wooden surface, and went downstairs to meet his boyfriend.

   The moment Remy descended the stairs, Emile’s face lit up. “Hey! I missed you!” He chirped, making grabby hands toward the man in the leather jacket. Remy went without complaint, savoring the feeling of Emile’s cardigan against his cheek. Remy pulled back, giving Emile an opening to rise up onto his tiptoes and give him a welcome-home kiss.

   “I missed you too. I know these public speaking gigs are good for you and your career, but damn if they don’t take way too long. I had to go a whole week without hearing a single cartoon reference!” He practically whined, and Emile giggled.

   “Oh, I know. An entire week without your coffee breath kissing me good morning? Pure torture.” Emile remarked, playfully rolling his eyes.

   “Well you better get used to that coffee breath, cuz coffee and I are a package deal, you can’t have one without the other.”

   “Good thing I like coffee then.” Emile grinned, leaning in to give Remy a proper kiss. They stood in their doorway for a bit, trading kisses and soft jokes, until Emile started complaining that his feet hurt and he was jetlagged. When he went to pull away and start unpacking his suitcase, Remy made an impulsive decision.

  He swept Emile off his feet dramatically, making Emile squeal in surprise then burst into giggles. “There’s no way I’m just gonna let you get away like that, babe.” He grinned, flashing a dazzling white smile. 

   Still giggling, Emile looped his arms around Remy’s neck, threading his fingers through the short hairs at the base of his scalp. “How will I ever escape this cruel imprisonment?” 

“There is no escape, you’re doomed to a lifetime of snuggles and coffee breath kisses.”

   Emile pressed the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically and went limp. “Oh what a cruel world! How will I ever survive?”

   Remy gave him a peck and smiled, eyes sparkling. “Well, maybe there’s something you can do to convince me to let you go…”

   “Hmm, I’ll have to think of something,” Emile purred, straightening up again and closing the distance between them, giving Remy a kiss that was definitely more than a peck. He pulled back with a sigh, and burst into giggles.

   Remy, who had just been staring at Emile in wonder, pouted. “What’s so funny, doc?”

  “I don’t think,” he spoke through his laughter. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over the way you look at me when I kiss you. You look at me like I’m the creator of modern animation or something!”

   “Do I?” He asked, pressing a bunch of small kisses all over Emile’s face, making him squirm and push playfully on Remy’s chest.

  “Stop it! If you’re not careful, I’m gonna-” Emile’s sentence was cut off by a loud “whoops!” and a heavy thud as he fell out of Remy arms and onto the floor. “-fall.”

  Remy’s face transformed from happiness to fear and guilt as he knelt down next to his boyfriend on the floor. “Babe, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t even thinking about the fact I was still holding you! Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine,” he said, chuckling and waving off Remy’s concern. “Just a little bump! But gee, you really know how to welcome a guy home, huh Rem? First I’m accosted by your kisses, then I’m captured, then you dropped me on the floor! I think this is the best welcome back party I’ve ever had!” He winked, reassuring Remy that he was only joking. Remy snorted in response. “Yeah, I’m not great at this today, huh?”  “I think you’re doing just fine, darlin’. But as payback for dropping me like a sack of potatoes, you get to help me unpack!” He grinned, mischief gleaming in the brown eyes behind his tortoiseshell glasses. He made grabby hands at Remy again, and he obligingly took his hands and pulled him to his feet. Emile turned and grabbed his suitcase’s handle, then handed it to Remy. “To my room, if you please!”

   Remy rolled his eyes teasingly, but picked up the case and started down the hall to the bedroom they shared. Together they started unpacking, Emile chattering happily about his trip.

  After all of that, the two had decided to have a calmer day of catching up and spending time with each other. They had sat down on the big brown couch in the living room and turned on Avatar; The Last Airbender, Emile curling into Remy’s arms and pressing himself against his side. 

  They got through about six and a half episodes before Emile’s stomach growled and he looked up at Remy sheepishly.

  “Hungry, babe?” Remy asked, and he nodded. 

  “Could we order pizza? I’ve been living on hotel buffets and sandwiches for the past week, and I would kill for a slice of pepperoni.”

  “That kinda means I gotta get up though, Em.” Remy looked over at the kitchen table. “My phone is over on the table, and I still have to clean up the debris of my latest project in the attic.”

  Emile just tightened his grip around Remy’s stomach, burying his face in his jacket. “No get up, only pizza.” He grumbled, and smiled at the sound of Remy’s boisterous laughter.

  “I’ll order the food, you go clean up.” He said, reluctantly letting go and sitting up, and pulled his phone out of his cardigan’s pocket. He tilted his head when Remy stood up, presenting his cheek for a kiss. Remy delivered, then gently ruffled Emile’s hair. Then, as he was walking away and climbing up to the attic, he said something that made Emile freeze.

  Emile stared at the wall for a few moments, feeling a dopey grin grow on his face. He shook himself when his stomach growled again, reminding him of the task at hand.

  A few minutes after he had placed the order, Emile had a sudden idea. He grinned and started gathering the appropriate materials; pillows, sheets, blankets, clothespins, and as many stuffed animals as he could carry. Taking advantage of the fact that Remy was still upstairs, he got to work scurrying around constructing the world’s best pillow fort. 

  About five minutes later, Emile had the framework of the fort done when there was a knock at the door. He set down the pillows that he was holding, and grabbed his wallet from an end table. He thanked the delivery person with a smile, laughing a little at the confusion on his face seeing the giant pillow fort in the middle of this grown man’s apartment. He set the boxes on a table to cool, and got back to work on his masterpiece.

  When it was finished, the fort spanned pretty much the entire living room. Emile had used all the blankets in the house, pulled the extra sheets out of the linen closet, and even used the decorative pillows that were usually on their bed and the throw pillows from the couch. He stood back with a satisfied sigh, hands on his hips. He crawled in, grabbing the pizza boxes on the way, and made himself comfortable before calling for Remy. “Rem! Pizza’s here, honey!”

  There was a thundering of feet on the stairs, and Remy appeared, wiping his hands of extra paint on a hand towel. He looked up when he reached the bottom of the stairs, and his face burst into a smile. “Babe, you remembered?”

  “Of course I did, darlin’! I wouldn’t skip our anniversary tradition for anything! Now wash your hands and get in here, the pizza’s gonna get cold.”

  Still smiling that smile, Remy rushed through washing his hands in the kitchen sink and shuffled into the pillow fort, motioning for Emile to scoot over. He settled against Emile’s chest, almost lying completely on top of him, even though he was the taller of the two. 

  “Love, you’re gonna squish me,” Emile chuckled, burying his nose in Remy’s hair.

  “Hey, this is what you get for leaving me for a week and making me think you forgot our anniversary.” Remy declared, snuggling further into Emile’s arms.

  “You know, this is strangely similar to our first date.” Emile laughed, clearly baiting Remy into the next topic.

  “Huh, it’s almost like that’s why we’ve been doing it for the past three years.” He said sarcastically, making Emile snort.

  “C’mon, play along!” He playfully reprimanded. “Do you remember our first date?”

  “Of course I do,” Remy said quietly, his voice losing all of the sarcastic edge, leaving only the soft adoration that laid beneath the surface. “When you first asked me out, I thought you were doing it for a dare. You, a tiny high school sophomore in a pastel sweater, a skirt, and flowers in your hair? I had no idea what you wanted with a delinquent like me.”

  “Hey! You are not a delinquent!” Emile swatted his arm, though it lacked any actual sting. “Nobody talks bad about my boyfriend!”

  “Yeah, yeah, I get it Doc.” He grinned, the love so blatantly obvious in his eyes.

  “I thought you were the coolest thing since Toy Story, with your leather jackets and your motorcycle that you were definitely too young to drive,” He laughed, earning a small pout from Remy that he quickly kissed away. “I thought for sure that you were gonna turn me down. But you didn’t! What did we do after that?”

  “You asked me out to ice cream, like the rom-com protagonist you are,” Remy teased. “But I showed up late and I wouldn’t tell you why. You sensed that something was up with your magic psychology brain.”

  “It really wasn’t that hard to figure out, baby. You showed up in wrinkled jeans, your shirt torn, and there was blood on your jacket.” This was where the story got rough for both of them, and Emile squeezed his hand.

  “I asked, well, I begged you to tell me what was wrong, but you just told me that you couldn’t say anything in public. So of course, my first response was to invite you to my house to talk about it. I made you shower and change, and I set up a pillow fort like this one.”

  “It was probably the most unusual first date I’d ever been on,” Remy chuckled. “I mean, I was hoping eventually I’d end up in your bedroom, but I wasn’t expecting you to shove me toward the shower while you made a pillow fort.”  Emile shoved his shoulder, blushing red as a tomato. “Remy!”

  Remy just cackled, then put up his hands in surrender when Emile threatened to kick him out of the fort. “Alright, alright. So I did what you told me, and when I came back there was a giant blanket fort in your room, and you were sitting in it with a pizza box and a laptop.”

  “You were so nervous to join me,” Emile recalled. “I thought I was gonna have to force you. But my trusty puppy-dog eyes did the trick, and you eventually sat next to me and took a slice of pizza. You still didn’t want to talk about it, so instead we turned on a movie.”

  “Your only rules were that it had to be PG and it had to be animation, so I went with Puss In Boots, because of course I did. I’m glad I did, because then I got to watch you mumble lines under your breath and your eyes light up in excitement basically the whole time. I’m still sure that was the beginning of the end for me.” Remy said, combing his fingers through Emile’s curls.

  “Even after the movie was done you still wouldn’t tell me what was wrong, so I just said that we’d just have to schedule a second date when you were ready to talk, and then I picked another movie.” Emile giggled, rolling his eyes at past-him. “Possibly not the smoothest approach.”

  “We got halfway through Tangled when you fell asleep on my shoulder, which again, was the beginning of the end. Cute boy changes date plans to take care of you? Check. Cute boy builds you a pillow fort and watches movies with you? Double check. Cute boy then falls asleep on your shoulder? It’s a wonder I didn’t ask you to be my boyfriend right then.” Remy laughed again, and Emile pressed a kiss to his cheekbone.

  “Trust me dear, the feeling was mutual, but of course we had to spend another year dancing around each other and going on ‘dates-but-maybe-not-dates’.” He said, making air quotes with his fingers.

  “Thank God we got over that phase.” Remy mumbled, giving Emile a short and sweet kiss.

  They laid in silence for a bit, just taking comfort in the other’s presence, before Emile broke the quiet.

  “Remy, I have something important to ask you about.” He said, strangely serious.

  This got Remy’s attention quickly, and he shifted to look Emile in the eyes. “Anything, babe. What’s the matter?”

  Emile seemed to have second thoughts, fiddling with his fingertips. “Earlier, when you went upstairs to clean up before dinner… and this is just what I heard, I could be wrong, and I could be blowing this whole thing out of proportion-”

  “Babe, take a breath. I’m sure it’s fine. What did you hear?” Remy asked, taking one of Emile’s hands in his own and pressing it to his chest so Emile could feel his heartbeat.

  “Did you say you wanted to marry me?” He blurted out, then covered his mouth with his free hand.

  Remy stared at him for a moment. “You heard that?”

  Emile looked equally baffled. “You did actually say that?”

  “I mean yeah, but I assumed I said it quietly enough that you wouldn’t hear me.” Remy said, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding Emile’s eyes. “Not exactly how I planned proposing, ya know?”

  Emile just continued to stare, and Remy just got more worried. “Is… is that not okay for me to say?”

  Then all of a sudden Emile was moving, pressing his lips against Remy’s fervently, like a starving man at a feast. Remy responded in kind, one hand curling into his hair and the other snaking around his waist. Emile moved to straddle his lap as he deepened the kiss, cupping Remy’s face with both hands.

  It was clear when Emile pulled away that he was only doing it because he needed to breathe. The two men just looked at each other for a long moment, and when Emile spoke it was breathless. 

  “You… you want to marry me?”

   Remy let out a breathy relieved laugh. “Of course I do! I’ve wanted to marry you for two years! I was trying not to rush you.”

  Emile let out a teary laugh. “I can’t believe this. Wait here.” Before Remy could ask any more questions, he was already crawling out of the fort and dashing to their bedroom. He heard things being shuffled in a drawer, then a victorious “aha!” followed by Emile rushing back out.

  He held something small and dark in his hands, though he didn’t allow Remy to actually see it until he was successfully back in the fort. He handed him the black velvet box, grinning brighter than the sun. “Open it.” He whispered, almost reverently.

  Remy opened the box to find a black band with a ring of gold in the center. Tears involuntarily rose to his eyes as he fumbled for something in his jacket pocket. He pulled out a similar box and handed it to Remy, hands shaking.

  Emile stared at the box as he opened it, already crying by the time he actually saw the ring. It was the exact style of Remy’s but silver instead of black. He looked up from the box when Remy gently took his hand and removed the ring from the box.

  “Emile, I’ve wanted to marry you for so long it’s ridiculous. I love everything about you, and I want to be your shoulder to cry on after every hard night you have, every difficult case, and every loss. I want to celebrate with you over every little win, every dog that you see on the street, and every new patient that opens up to you. And I really, really wanna marry you, babe, if you’ll have me.” Remy stammered through the words, fighting back his own tears as he recited them from memory.

  Emile gave a watery laugh. “Your proposal speech is so much better than mine.” Then he launched himself at Remy for another breathtaking kiss.

  When they pulled apart, Remy grinned. “Is that a yes?”

  “Yes, you dork, that’s a yes. Help me put my new ring on.”

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Remy: *hugs Emile who is at the stove* Did I ever tell you I love you so much and you're the best thing that ever hap-

Emile: I know you just want my nachos.

Remy: Please?

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||-Ribbons and Rainstorms-||

Hello everyone! This is my masterpost for Ribbons and Rainstorms, my fic for the @tss-storytime big bang!!

Big thank yous to @anxious-mess19 for creating such wonderful !!ART!! for this fic! Go check it out!!!

And to @edupunkn00b for being such a wonderful beta reader!! Love you guys !!!

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Roman Edevane has been terrified of storms since his twin brother's death when they were small children. He sits and he watches the dark clouds roll from his window, too afraid to sleep but unable to tear his eyes away. Then, one night, lightning strikes the temple on the hill and he forgets all about the storm in his rush to protect it. When he finds not a burning temple, but the God of Storms himself.

After that he kept coming back—Why? He wasn’t sure, and though meeting the god responsible for the storms doesn't abate his fear completely at first, Vi was… nothing like Roman could have ever expected. The God of storms was kind, he was sweet, a little shy and not to mention a whole other level of handsome. Somehow Roman can’t help but fall for them.

But he can’t be in love with a God… can he? Even if he was, could a God ever love him back?

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Warnings: Past character death, touch starvation, panic attacks + flashbacks, non-graphic injuries.

Pairings: Prinxiety, platonic DLAMPR, background Remile

Word count: 42,585

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+ Chapter 1 - That Fateful Day +

+ Chapter 2 - Blanket Nest for Two +

+ Chapter 3 - Ribbons Between Friends +

+ Chapter 4 - Temple of Chores +

+ Chapter 5 - Blankets are a Remedy +

+ Chapter 6 - Picnics in Springtime +

+ Chapter 7 - Stars, Libraries and Knowledge +

+ Chapter 8 - Dancing Beneath Clouds +

+ Chapter 9 - Smite Thee, Karen +

+ Chapter 10 - Once Reunited +

+ Chapter 11 - Sacks of Flour +

+ Chapter 12 - Apple and Mango Juice +

+ Chapter 13 - Stargazer Lilies +

+ Chapter 14 - One Communal Banquet +

+ Chapter 15 - To be a Protector +

+ Chapter 16 - Dinner With Family +

+ Chapter 17 - Eye of the Storm +

+ Chapter 18 - To be a God +

+ Epilogue - 2000 Years Later... +

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