#remy x mc

[obeymess]

"he's wasted all his money but he's never been a waste of time" is such a mammon x mc lyric

[lynnsartsworld]

🌻The MCs’ Children🌻

Hi! I haven’t colored my drawing yet, but here are the MCs’ kids: Evangeline (Poppy and April’s daughter) and Louis and Avery (Iris and Sarah’s twins). I’ll create a picture with them and their parents soon. I almost forgot Remy and Layla’s child—I’ll make them soon too! Enjoy these photos of the children and I promise; I will colour in the picture very soon. Sorry for the delay!! Haha 😆…

[identity-theft-101]

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OH MY GOD THE SWEATER-

EATING THIS ART!!!!

I adore you /platonic

Fr fr u love you like a sibling

Tmnysyakensc. C

[Bursts in the door] WASSUP FELLOW CHAOS DUO MEMBER

I'd like to do the event but I dont have much idea other than Remy and Floyd (^ ^;)

Also I'm just GENUINELY CURIOUS what you'd put them in :P

Feel free to ignore if you're not feeling it!

DENTI MY SIBLING IN CRIME :DD HERE'S THE GREMLIN CHILD AND THE EEL!!

hands are wonky, as always, but they be dancing ^^

pose reference:

[jackolantern707]

[Belphegor x MC] Morning Cuddles

WHB - Family AU

Note: First time writting, bad grammar, OC kids/kids with names

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The first light of dawn gently filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting a soft glow on the room that was covered in black. You blinked your eyes open, the early morning haze slowly giving way to the realization that you were trapped.

To your right, the king of Niflheim, the cardinal sin of sloth - Belphegor, or your lazy husband, was sprawled across the bed, snoring softly. His arm draps over your waist in a lazy hug, his face peaceful in sleep.

Belphegor was not a morning person. And never be. Any attempt to wake him before he was ready would result in a grumpy grumble and a mumbled complaint, or… worse…. Beleth has been working hard all these times.

You smile at the thought and pat your husband's head, caressing his hair. The devil of sloth let out a purr, burying his head in the nape of your neck and continuing his travel in the dream world.

You just sigh and look at your other side. Curling around on your left was your little boy, Lazlo. He clung to you like a little koala, his small hands gripping your shirt. His black hair which he inherited from his father is tousle, and his face buried in your hip. He is your little shadow, always seeking your warmth and comfort. Belphegor and he sometimes at each other’s throat all because of this. But they are both too lazy to fight and end up cuddling together. Whenever Beleth comes to pick them up, he now has to carry both of them piggyback, with Lazlo on top Belphegor’s back. 

And then there was Remy, Lazlo's twin sister, perched precariously on top of you, with her head resting on your chest, one leg sprawled over her brother. Unlike her father, Remy was a light sleeper, and she was always the first to wake up between the three of them. “To spend more time with mommy” was her reason.

Remy is a quiet girl with big round and lively eyes. Her favorite thing is to drag her father and brother outside and the three of them just lay down wherever they can sleep. 

There was one time the whole Niflheim had to look in every nook and cranny to find them because they disappeared for the whole day. Not a single note and not even going back to eat. Turns out they were sleeping at the river near the border of Niflheim and Tatarus. You really want to give them a punishment but… Look at those puppy eyes! ╰（‵□′）╯ Agrh they all know your weakness and now take advantage of it.

It seems like this morning Remy also enjoying the luxury of sleeping in.

You sighed softly, careful not to disturb the delicate balance. You could feel the warmth of your lovely family all around you, a cocoon of love and comfort. But as much as you cherish these moments, you also need to start your day. Niflheim can operate well in the past without Belphegor is due to the poor hard working nobles and other devils. But now you’re the queen of Niflheim, Belphegor’s wife, you want to help too, mostly just paper works, but the devils always look so grateful (cus they like to use their hands more than their head?)

You glance at the clock on the nightstand - 5:39 AM. The alarm should go off soon, and you need to find a way to extricate yourself without waking everyone.

You start with Belphegor, gently lifting his heavy arm and placing it back on his side of the bed. At first, it doesn’t seem to work since he just grip your waist tighter. After a few more tries, you finally escape his bear hug. Belphegor mumbles something incoherent but doesn't wake up. Thank God (oh wait–) 

Next was Lazlo. You carefully lift him up and free your poor shirt from his fingers, then gently place him next to his father. He stir slightly but then snuggle into Belphegor’s chest, still fast asleep.

Remy is the tricky one. She has been on top of your belly the whole time when you move the other two.

You slowly shift, trying to carry her the same way with Lazlo and lay her down on top of Belphy. Just as you thought the mission complete, Remy's eyes fluttered open. She looks up at you, sleepy and confused.

"Mommy?... Where are you going…" Remy whispered, try to keep her eyes open.

"Just getting up, sweetheart," You whispered back. "Go back to sleep my little potato."

Remy nods and rolls over, snuggling into her father while hand grip onto Lazlo. With your children settled, you finally slip out of bed, feeling a pang of guilt but also a sense of relief. You tiptoe to the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind you and getting ready for work.

A few minutes later, you now feel refreshed and ready to face the day. You peek into the bedroom and smile. Belphegor had shifted in his sleep, now lying sprawled on his back. Lazlo and Remy were huddled together, as Lazlo also got pick up and lay on top of Belphy’s chest, their faces serene.

You headed to the office, with breakfast has already prepared for you. The smell of cacao soon filled the whole room. As you sipping the sweet and bitter drink, you smile happily. Mornings might be a bit chaotic, and you might feel like a human sandwich sometimes (all the time), but these moments were precious. They were the moments that made your life in Hell lively and full of love.

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Thanks for reading (^///^)/

Yeah I put the name in so it's easier to call the kids 🥹

🎃

[queen-of-boops]

Remi is the best PR agent in the business. But even she can't put a good spin on having to share an office with Marshall Singh. And when their two biggest clients become the world's worst PR nightmare, she's forced to re-evaluate their relationship.

Written for the LITG fanfic trope roulette. My tropes: office AU + forced proximity.

Pairing: Marshall x MC

Word Count: 8,835

Rating: E

Read on ao3.

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Positivity Chain!

Please recommend 3 favorite fanfics by other creators and 1 of your own.

Then tag 5 other creators to do the same.

AWW ANON THIS IS SO FUN!! Soo disclaimer, I'm really bad at coming up with "favorites" of anything and I need to catch up on a lot of fics in the fandom, so some of these are gonna be old I'm sorry! With that out of the way, both of these lists are in no particular order:

Choices

Of Cloudless Climes and Starry Skies by @thosehallowedhalls (Obsessed with this in a not normal way it's not just the Bas stan in me I live for the way you gave him more depth)

My Love Mine all Mine by @moominofthevalley (I know it's a drabble but I really really like it it's so comforting)

A meeting in Wyoming by @ladylamrian (reading this heals my soul)

All of the Aerin x MC fics @malthemagnifisent writes (they're AMAZING I love the way you write their dynamic)

Mariposa, A Dance With the Devil, Valentine, and Burgandy are four of my favorites by @jamespotterthefirst (your fics were some of the first Choices fanfic I read I remember spending an entire afternoon scouring your blog for Ethan x Lilac content lol)

Hide and Seek on Ao3 fueled my Kenna and Raydan obsession

I swear I can count these are just the first ones that came to mind since I think about them a lot 😭

(One of My Own) Personal Favorite Fics: Here For You

Romance Club

Crave/Ours by @agattthaa makes me feel every range of human emotion and Remy didn't even make Radha an LI (real intellectuals know that she is an LI at heart)

Snaring the Spymaster by @reneedenoailles (no explanation necessary reading this had me like 😶 it's *chef's kiss*)

Between The Dusk And The Dawn on Ao3 (I read it because Arina herself actually commented on Reddit saying she liked the fic and I'm inclined to agree!)

Personal Favorite Fic: Nobody who knows me should be surprised by this but fire on fire! It's one of the two RC fics I've written and I plan to write more! Next up is W:TC and SOTCN <3

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this! I already tagged a lot of people here so if y'all would like to, feel free to, no pressure ofc

[darkfictionjude]

[We Wretched Creatures X R.A.T]

Prologue: Unexpected journey

New Nebraska June 1 [5,000,024 This is the year in game] 8:00 am

(R.A.T MC Pov) [MC is gonna be customizable]

Waking up in the city of New Nebraska is not allways noisy so you can imagine that it turns really noisy when a superpowered brawl breaks out in the city center with the leagues of villains and heroes living in it.

Thankfully I can watch these fight go down from the comfort of my home/laboratory by hacking the security cameras across town and having another screen with the news highlights it reads:

The Extremely Dangerous Villain Group Thrasher have entered combat with the New Nebraska Justice Division (NNJD) and New Nebraska Law Enforcement (NNLE) after a failed bank heist.

The live feed shows the city center as the Hero Themis punches the Supervillan Overhaul across the park as the rest of her teammates deal with the others getting the upperhand before one of his arm transforms into a chainwhip and hits her she's sent flying and one of the power armored officers has his waist bends at a weird angle before slamming hard against one of the buildings.

Remi: Oh waists don't bend that way. I say this as after seeing that brutal display if they only knew Overhaul is actually the weakest and on the bottom of the totem pole of Apocrypha the Villain group run by Emperor the Strongest Villain ever and brother to the Strongest Hero ever Stars and Stripes.

Few are privy to this knowledge since its a tight lipped secret and that Emperor is only known by the members of Hades his elites that he only sends out when he needs something done quietly and erasing "evidence" I had the misfortune of meeting Emperor face to face when he came to my home and essentially blackmailed me into joining his group [depending on the players choices you can join Apocrypha and even romance Emperor which is gonna be fun for some boys or ladies😈] I managed to get him off my back for awhile but he will most likely return.

A small voice calling me mommy bring me out of my thoughts before turn around on my chair and see Ratatui me pet Rat climbing on my leg before reaching my thigh. Remi: What is it boy I grab him and I see why behind him an alert blinking red letting me know a hole in time and space and even reality itself is being torn open and the location is....Shepherd Tower my Parents Company.

A. Gear up and Investigate Shepherd Tower.

B. Call Stars and Stripes [You can romance them too their nonbinary for a reason that is spoilers but go by male pronouns to avoid confusion].

C. Keep watching the battle and then investigate later.

D. Fuck it and let the Hero's Deal with it.

So do you want me to give feedback on it? You don't have to put WWC in the top you can just send me the R.A.T. and I'll get it

[bloodandrunes]

M, X and Z for Dalia and Arassa!! I love them both so much, I will have to do a separate playthrough for them each 😂

For Dalia:

M (Marriage): Marriage isn't really something that Dalia has thought about, honestly. She's not necessarily opposed to it, but she has no particular interest in it either. If the MC wanted to get married, though, she'd do so happily.

X (X-Ray): There is so much self-loathing when the MC gets injured. How could she allow this to happen? All the power she has, and she can't even protect her loved ones. It should have been her. Cue a downward spiral.

Z (Zeal): Despite her cold exterior, Dalia is quite passionate. Fire thrums beneath her skin, love seeps into her veins like poison. She would move mountains for the MC, loves them so much that it hurts. But she keeps that under lock-and-key, close to her chest.

For Arassa:

M (Marriage): Marriage has been a curse upon Arassa for over a decade. She hates the farce that is her union with Remys, and despises him for the shackles he used to chain her to him. She's grown a dislike for the institution in general. It would take a lot of coaxing to convince her to marry again, even to the MC, but I think that if she was convinced to do so, she would look at it as a kind of redemption.

X (X-Ray): This is one of the few times anyone will ever see Arassa truly furious. She is swift in her retribution, seizing whoever it was to cause the MC harm, and when she finds them, they receive none of her famous mercy. They will rue the day the decided to hurt the MC, that she swears on the Pantheon.

Z (Zeal): Arassa is a passionate lover. She sees the MC as a saving grace, something that makes court just a little brighter. When she falls, she falls hard, and she lets you know it. Despite their piety, House Tibrem's blood runs hot, and she is no exception.

[megatraven]

If you could have a poly/ot3 route with any two LIs (so the MC dates both of them and they date each other) which ones would you pick? 😁

i think i'd have to go with Alex x MC x Medusa for my top OT3 that i'd want! i already think about it a lot, it would just be so fantastic <333

but i'd also really REALLY enjoy:

Abel x MMC x Lucas Lucien x MC x Roman Vivienne x MC x Zoe Andi x MC x Lorelei Andi x MC x Juliette Antonio x MC x Diego (it would be so fucking funny) Alain x MC x Helena (but i dont want helena and alain dating each other tho) Mackenzie x MC x Annabelle who i know technically isn't an LI but 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Aurora x Astoria MC x Medusa (this is a guilty pleasure ship tbh) Arin x FMC x Nora Jessa x Alien MC x Nav (but again i dont want Jessa and Nav dating each other) JD x MC x Razi (again. hilarious potential.) Jett x MC x Remy Renzei x MC x Zeke Cal x MC x Darius (AGAIN. WOULD BE VERY FUNNY.) Alex x MC x Hydra Alex x MC x Astraeus

im gonna stop before i just list every possible ot3 combo one could imagine :^) thanks for asking though, i really like indulging in my ot3s :)

[cyarsk52-20]

Music

Nicki Minaj is the conductor of her own downfall. And it's sad to watch.

Rap legend has been actively polluting her legacy for quite some time

There’s a figure in American life who’s compulsively divisive. They govern by their own rules. They speak solely to the segment of society — albeit millions of followers — who lap up their Jim Jones-flavored Kool-Aid because, in this alternate reality, they’re the agents of truth and salvation. Any opposition is just an enemy of the state. Perhaps most importantly, too, misinformation is the highest form of currency. 

No, not former President Donald Trump (though it applies to him, too). But given the last week in Black pop culture, that figure is Nicki Minaj. 

What should be one of hip-hop’s sterling legacies has long been sullied by her support-at-all-costs dictatorship. Her alleged off-putting demeanor has circumvented anything she’s done for at least the past half-decade. Her closest affiliations and decisions have threatened to make her a pariah. And her catalog — despite its chart success — has produced bloated numbers and empty statistics primarily driven by a cult following who’ll support her regardless of her morals, targets or intentions. Nicki Minaj has become a cancer to an art form she once almost single-handedly carried on her back.

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On Wednesday, she joined Joe Budden’s Spaces on X, formerly known as Twitter, to discuss the fallout from Megan Thee Stallion’s new single “HISS,” — which could become the No. 1 song in the countrynext week. The aggressive invitation-for-smoke is presumably aimed at a cast of characters — most notably Nicki Minaj. In her rant, she blamed parties like YouTube and the “machine” for Megan Thee Stallion’s notoriety and the song’s success. She doubled down on making fun of the Houston rapper, saying she wanted her “Rihanna moment” — referring to the singer’s 2009 domestic violence incident with then-boyfriend Chris Brown — as a means to dilute her trauma stemming from the July 2020 shooting that landed singer/rapper Tory Lanez in prison. Nicki even went as far as to insinuate that Roc Nation is Megan’s puppeteer while avoiding mentioning the company’s founder, Jay-Z, or his wife, Beyoncé. 

But a big part of the problem is that Nicki Minaj can’t lyrically squabble, not on wax and certainly not when she’s under pressure. Many of her direct shots at opponents have come on award show stages, at pop stars such as Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus or her former fellow American Idol judge Mariah Carey. Her past beefs with rappers such as Remy Ma or Cardi B have been one-sided and not necessarily in her favor. With her response to Megan Thee Stallion, “Big Foot” — a pieced-together arts and crafts project, at best — Nicki brought a knife to a gunfight. A pen to a test, as another New York MC once said while engaged in battle. And it’s a battle she herself, more than anyone else except Megan Thee Stallion, knew was bubbling for quite some time.

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Nicki’s Spaces tirade came after the Queens, New York, rapper spent days spiraling on social media about Megan Thee Stallion. The last four years of Megan’s life have been filled with controversy, suicidal thoughts and anxiety. Suspected targets in “HISS” included rapper Drake, Lanez, her former best friend Kelsey Harris, former boyfriend Paridson “Pardi” Fontaine and more. The most poignant of the bars was seemingly directed at Nicki — an artist Megan herself once said she had been her fan since 2008 and she was one of her biggest inspirations.

“These h— don’t be mad at Megan, these h— mad at Megan’s Law/I don’t really know what the problem is, but I guarantee y’all don’t want me to start/B—-, you a p—-, never finna check me/Every chance you get, bet your weak a– won’t address me.”

Megan’s Law was signed into law in February 1996. It required registered sex offenders to publicly disclose their place of employment and residence to local law enforcement. Nicki Minaj’s husband, Kenneth Petty, served 4½ years in prison after pleading guilty to attempted rape in 1994 when he was 16. Nicki Minaj and Petty were sued for witness tampering in 2021. Jennifer Hough, the survivor of the attempted rape, claimed the couple pressured her to recant her story after Petty was arrested shortly after moving to California for essentially failing to comply with Megan’s Law. Jelani Maraj, Nicki Minaj’s brother, was sentenced to 25 years to life for the sexual assault of an 11-year-old girl in 2017. Fair or not, her proximity to these heinous offenses has irreparably harmed her career. 

“Nobody is saying that Nicki isn’t happy, [or] that Nicki’s man doesn’t love her, [or] that they don’t have a supportive relationship,” media personality and attorney Rachel Lindsay said on her Higher Learningpodcast with co-host Van Lathan. “But I just feel like aren’t you always tired of having to go off on somebody bringing up what actually happened? … She just gets so outraged anytime it’s brought up, but it’s true! At least as far as the record is concerned. I just wish she would just stop.”

Following the release of “HISS,” Nicki Minaj immediately took to social media to respond in a bizarre Instagram Live video where she soft-launched “Big Foot.” The song was filled with erratic thoughts of her lamenting the shooting that landed Lanez in prison, invoking Megan Thee Stallion’s mother, Holly Thomas, who died of brain cancer in 2019, and blasting Megan’s alleged sexual history. How the record came to be is a microcosm of where Nicki Minaj, an undisputed hip-hop icon in her own right, currently stands.

Nicki’s most recent album, Pink Friday 2, showcased moments of glory like “Barbie Dangerous” and introspective odes like “Are You Gone Already?” and “Just the Memories.” The album hit No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 200 chart for one week and is currently a top 100 album in the country. Her dominance, however, lives mainly on the internet. Online is where she’s most influential and her security most shielded. 

America is no stranger to celebrity worship. Beyoncé has the Beyhive, Rihanna has her Navy, Justin Bieber has the Beliebers and Taylor Swift has the Swifties (which now includes the NFL). In a world where celebrity worship, or “stanning,” sits further on the maniacal side than charming, Nicki Minaj’s “Barbz” resemble a cult more than an online fan club. The local cemetery where Thomas is buried has reportedly alerted local authorities about increasing security due to alleged calls from Barbz to desecrate Thomas’ grave. Sadly, Nicki rarely does much to control those who hang on to her every word.

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Despite last week’s drama, it’s nearly impossible to envision a world where she didn’t see a response coming. The two initially linked up in 2019. They soon collaborated on Megan Thee Stallion’s hit “Hot Girl Summer.” In August 2020, a month after Megan was shot, Nicki Minaj again praised her following the release of her Cardi B collaboration “WAP,” saying that she “was the perfect example that we can be fun and smart at the same time.”

Everything changed in 2021 when both artists unfollowed each other on social media. Subliminal disses from Nicki Minaj followed, like 2021’s “Seeing Green” and last year’s “Ruby Red Da Sleeze,” which contained bars referring to her alleged alcoholism and her Doritos Super Bowl commercial. In the fall of 2022, Nicki Minaj alleged that she once tried to get her to consume alcohol while she was attempting to get pregnant, a claim Megan Thee Stallion vehemently denied. 

Nicki Minaj claims to have several more songs in the tuck should this beef continue. It begs two questions. One, does she herself consider “Big Foot” better than “HISS”? And two, why lead with this one, an objective dud if there are other options? 

Megan Thee Stallion has not responded since dropping “HISS,” opting to use the attention to promote the song, her upcoming album and tour. Nicki, who prided herself for years on how she commands a media cycle, essentially got TKO’d at her own game. The same thing happened to her after Remy Ma dropped her colossal diss record “shETHER.” It happened again when Cardi B attempted to fight her at New York Fashion Week in 2018, which promptly revived conversations about respectability politics. 

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Nicki Minaj’s impact over the last 15 years is undeniable, and her role in the evolution of women in rap is objectively unimpeachable. She’s done it in many ways, from underground mixtapes to outrapping established stars through fashion, album sales and awards. She is a star, with no disclaimer on gender. Nicki Minaj should be celebrated as a rap legend. She can rap and is amazing at it when she decides to be. All of which makes her response — with years of tensions marinating below the surface — even more head-scratching. The only approval came from the same fans who would support her regardless of what she does. 

It’s impossible to predict if Nicki can fix her public image — but it’s clear at this point she doesn’t care to or even have to. She hasn’t been the superstar she once was in her mind — or the Barbz’s — in years. And she likely never will be again. But much like the aforementioned former president, rapper Kanye West or even Lanez, there’s value in cultivating one’s own alternate reality because it means there’s never any reason to leave.

How the Head Barbie in Charge is discussed in American hip-hop and pop culture now is primarily based on the person she is, not the feats she accomplished. The pathetic part is it never had to be like this. What’s even more pathetic is that she doesn’t care to acknowledge it at all.

Justin Tinsley is a senior culture writer for Andscape. He firmly believes “Cash Money Records takin’ ova for da ’99 and da 2000” is the single most impactful statement of his generation.Nicki Minaj is the conductor of her own downfall. And it's sad to watch. Rap legend has been actively polluting her legacy for quite some time

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[qbdatabase]

Seven Mercies by Laura Lam has a questioning wlw non-binary MC

Soulstar by C. L. Polk has a queer female MC x a wln non-binary LI (khe/kher)

The Perks of Loving a Wallflower by Erica Ridley has a genderfluid / non-binary MC who likes women x demisexual queer female MC

Breeder by Honni Van Rijswijk specifically has a lesbian non-binary MC

Winterglass by Benjanun Sriduangkaew has a lesbian female MC x femme non-binary (possible) LI (in a love triangle with pan trans female other possible LI)

Sir Callie and the Champions of Helston by Esme Symes-Smith has a non-binary MC who likes women

Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker has a Chinese-American queer female MC who uses hearing aids x non-binary LI

Dead Space by Kali Wallace has a lesbian female MC with a prosthetic leg, arm, and eye x non-binary LI

The One True Me and You by Remi K. England has a questioning non-binary MC x lesbian female MC

Hey, all! I'm trying to find any books with nonbinary lesbians, but I can't figure out how I might filter that on your site. Any suggestions? Bianca Torres is the only book on my list! Thanks!

Alas, that’s the only one I know too, though there’s a secondary character in Sizzle Reel by Carlyn Greenwald, which comes out in April.

[aquagirl1978]

Farewell Poppy, you will be missed...

[distraughtlesbian]

the queen of thieves mc is trans bc her underwear is the colours of the trans pride flag no i am not taking questions or criticism

[violettduchess]

[charged-wanderlust]

a beautiful hurricane, pt. 3 | jett slater x mc x remy chevalier

THIS... THIS IS ALMOST 3K WORDS LMFAOOO well. i hope that makes up for the wait SDFGJSDHDS warning for mild smut ahead!!! anyway thank you so much @mcira for commissioning me, it helps me greatly and was so fun to do! if anyone else wants me to write them something, my commission prices are here!

What you really end up doing, instead of talking to Remy, is first, talking to Nikolai.

It only felt right - nobody knew Remy like Nikolai did, you’re pretty sure they dated once upon a time but refuse to talk about it, and Nikolai working with all of you made his approval very significant to the matter at hand.

“You’re asking for my blessing… to ask out Remy?” He blinks, dazed and confused, an uncommon expression from the mastermind himself. “Why do I have a say in who he dates?”

“It’s less asking for permission and more like asking for advice,” you explain quickly, scratching awkwardly at the back of your neck. “We know Remy is the jealous type, that much is obvious. So we just wanna know what you think on the whole polyamory thing - would Remy try it? Do you know how he feels about.. about us?”

Nikolai scoffs, his signature smirk returning. “The real question is, who doesn’t know how he feels about you two?” His words make you and Jett flush parallel shades of red, but you let him continue. “Yes, he’s definitely in love with you both. And that’s precisely why he hasn’t done anything about it; he doesn’t think he deserves one partner, let alone two. Instead, he drags out this con as long as physically possible just so he can pretend to be your husband a little bit longer, pretend like he can have you before you inevitably end up with Jett.”

Jett strokes his chin in thought, gears turning in his brain. “That would also explain why he’s been a lot more forward with me lately, but only when MC isn’t around… wow, he really thinks it’s his last chance, huh?”

He nods. “Exactly. In his head, he’s not worthy of love and you two deserve each other and are perfect together. I don’t even think the thought of polyamory has even crossed his mind.”

“Well it should!” Jett protests, like it means anything to Nikolai. “We both wanna date him, and he wants both of us! What now?”

“What do you think?” Nikolai asks it like it’s the most obvious question in the world. “You ask him.”

-

It has to be dramatic, you’d decided. Something awe-inducing, something solid and concrete so he can’t argue - because if there’s one thing Remy Chevalier knows how to do, it’s argue. You work with the Poppy to get Remy out of the penthouse - Vivienne might have poisoned him just a little to get the job done - long enough to stuff his room with lilies of the valley, and you help Jett paint the border of Remy’s mirror with all the little things you can think of that have some semblance of importance to you.

Making sure to use easy-to-remove paints, the two of you get carried away, branching from the edges of his mirror onto the walls, painting sunsets shared and fireworks made and foods had together. You and Jett work in perfect tandem with each other, art connecting to make one big picture that almost looks like a time-lapse of all the time you’d spent with him; the sunset where Jett realised his love for Remy all those years ago fading into the ice cream shop you discovered Remy’s favourite flavour was vanilla, fading into the river you all boated down together and learned that Remy has a surprisingly sweet singing voice.

Jett keeps pausing in the middle of his paintings, though, and eventually it becomes enough to make you ask.

“Jett? At first I thought you were just thinking about the painting real hard, but you’re not even looking at it. What’s wrong?”

You thought he was starting to get insecure, but instead, he laughs. He laughs and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.

“Nothing’s wrong, love, I’m looking at you.”

“Oh.”

“You’re most attractive when you’re in your element like this, I think,” he explains, touching up the clouds on his side of the wall. “I just can’t help but think of how lucky I am.”

About an hour too early, the door flies open, and both of you whip around to find Remy in the doorway.

“Ah-ha I knew you guys were… up to… something…..” His voice trails off as he takes in the view before him, the flowers he’d only ever given those he’d loved, the paintings that he recognised the meanings of instantly, his own face in the mirror with a little crown painted atop his head- “What… what is all this? I thought it’d be another prank but… this… this is beautiful…”

You exchange a look with Jett, grinning from ear to ear, and gesture Remy to come sit on the bed with you.

“Oh-ho-ho, this is a really elaborate one is it? Let me guess. All of this for a really well-timed whoopee cushion?”

“How you wound me,” Jett sighs, bringing his hand to his forehead. “You really think that low of us?”

“I assure you, Remy,” you chip in, “I wouldn’t spend this much effort on a prank.”

“Then what else?”

Once again, you turn to Jett, who looks just as uncertain of what to say as you are. “Uh. Something important?”

Taking a deep breath, you figure you’re going to have to do the talking for the both of you.

“I’m gonna start talking, Remy, and I don’t want you to say shit till I say I’m finished. Okay?”

Remy is completely and utterly bewildered, but he nods slowly and sits on the bed, door shutting behind him as he observes the memories plastered all over his bedroom wall.

“We’re in love with you,” Jett blurts out, and it startles you so much you elbow him in the rib.

“What was that for?!”

“Ever heard of laying it on slowly?!”

“You’re… what?”

You sigh, gathering the courage to look Remy in the eyes as you talk. “Remy… over these past few months, working with you, getting to know you, the real you - the Remy underneath all those masks you wear to please people - I find I don’t want to stop being yours when the con ends. I-If you’ll have me, that is. And if you’ll have Jett, too.”

“It wasn’t the marriage con we did once that made me fall for you, actually,” Jett laughs, running a hand through his hair. “It was before that. That one kiss on the rooftop in Buenos Aires when the sun rose, when we didn’t go any further than that. All of a sudden it wasn’t about the sex anymore, or how good of a kisser you are - it was about you. Just you.”

“And before you butt in about me falling in love with you because you’re acting as my husband,” you interject, giving him a stern, knowing look that makes him shrink a little, “You’ve been teaching me all your tricks. I know when you’re being real or not. You can even test me.”

Something changes is Remy’s eyes when you say that, and he fixes them on yours.

“I love you.”

“That’s real.”

He smiles, but it’s the smile of a broken man, getting up to leave. “It’s not, ma cherie. You’re not as good as you think you are.”

“That’s also a lie!” He freezes, pinned under your glare, and you grab his hand, threading your fingers with his. Jett does the same with his other hand, face uncharacteristically solemn, and once again, Remy is speechless. “That’s what you want to believe, Remy, you’re lying to yourself more than anyone else. You think you’re getting in the way of us, you think you don’t deserve it but let me tell you, there’s a way. We can love you as much as we love each other - we do, and if you don’t wanna believe it that’s your own loss because we really, really care about you!”

The silence is is deafening enough to make your hands tremble.

“That- That’s all I have to say. Jett?”

“I’ve never been good with words,” Jett huffs, bringing Remy’s hand to his mouth and pressing a gentle kiss across the man’s knuckles. “But I can prove how I feel about you in any way you ask, Remy. Through touch, through action, hell, through painting-” he gestures at the colourful wall behind him in exasperation, “-it’s all for you. These are all memories-”

“The time we had brunch on a boat,” Remy cut in, gazing fondly at the river painted atop his mirror. “The time in Bruges we kissed to be inconspicuous… the time I brought you ice cream tasting…” His eyes landed on the flowers adorning the sides of his room. “The flowers I’d given you.”

His mouth opens and closes like he’s trying to speak underwater, but he’s ran out of air - ran out of words - so instead, he wraps an arm around each of you and pulls you in for a soul-crushing hug, burying his face in your shoulders. He doesn’t make a noise, but his body quivers, and you and Jett realise he’s crying at the same time.

“I-I love you both, too.” His voice is small, but not weary - it’s just for you and Jett only, not the ears in the walls. “I love you both so much it-it- it hurts and I didn’t know what to do with myself and I just-”

He sits back up, wiping the tears from his face and giving you a real smile this time, the smile you see in your sketchbook, your dreams, your future - “It’s just too good to be true, almost. Like there’s meant to be a catch.”

Jett cups Remy’s face, kissing him softly, briefly, but enough to send tingles down his spine.

“The catch is you’re going to have to deal with both of us and all the shenanigans that ensue.”

Remy returns the kiss, just as chaste but just as lovingly. “I guess I have my hands full, then.”

“You sure do!” You laugh, climbing into his lap, jokingly shoving Jett aside - to which he yelps, “hey!” - and bringing your face close to Remy’s. “My turn, Remy. You told me a real kiss could tear open the sky. Care to demonstrate?”

He doesn’t waste a moment. You feel his smirk against your lips before you see it, welcoming the blistering heat as he pulls you closer to him, chest to chest. Finally, finally, finally - you thread your fingers in his long, silky hair, just like you’ve imagined so long, and all the teasing was so worth it because he kisses you like he can’t live without it. Maybe he can’t, not now that he’s had a taste and it really does break open the sky; the whole galaxy and beyond.

Getting impatient, Jett moves behind you, knocking Remy back onto the mattress and pinning you between them. He doesn’t expect you to stop kissing Remy - he knows firsthand how addicting his kiss is - instead, he tosses your hair over one shoulder and places his lips upon your now exposed neck, light, not tentative but tantalizing.

“Jett…”

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt you two,” he purrs next to your ear, ghosting his lips across the shell. “I’m quite enjoying the show.”

“You tease,” Remy half-chuckles-half-rasps, reaching past you to grab Jett’s collar and yank him down into another searing kiss, only to bite his lip harsh enough to make him gasp, then pulling back to leave him hanging.

Jett licks his lips, eyes flashing at the unspoken challenge. “So how are we doing this, then?”

“We’ve danced this dance before, you and I,” Remy muses, tracing Jett’s jawline with the pad of his thumb, “We should let MC decide.”

“I’ve danced this dance with both of you,” Jett snickers, peeling off the two of you to start working the buckles of his suspenders, giving you a cheeky wink. “Maybe I should give you tips. For example…”

He rolls you off Remy, pinning your wrists above your head, “MC likes being manhandled a little bit. And she’s really sensitive right here-” He sucks at the soft skin above your collarbone and you let out a soft whine on instinct, embarrassment painted all over your face, but you don’t miss the way Remy’s eyes darken at the sound.

“Good to know… any other tips I should know?”

“Ah-ah-ah, it should be fair for both of you.”

This time, he cages Remy to the bed, and you watch with rapt attention as he hikes the other man’s shirt up, giving you a brilliant view of his toned muscles. Jett leans down and drags his teeth along his v-line, making his legs twitch beneath him.

“Ah- Jett, you’re a menace.”

“You love it.”

A disgruntled sigh is the only confirmation he gives, but the smile on his face says it all as he shrugs off his shirt entirely, throwing it somewhere else in the room. “I quite preferred MC on top of me, actually.”

“Mm, it is a good look on you,” Jett agrees, helping you out of your clothes with surprising calmness compared to his usual frenzied movements. Clearly, Remy brings out the side of him that likes to really savour it.

Remy can’t help but groan at the sight of you in all your glory, taking Jett’s advice from earlier and tugging you atop him impatiently - maybe Jett brought out the beast in Remy, too.

Emboldened by his eagerness, you grind down on him, and the low rumble you hear from him in response is music to your ears. “I didn’t know our Remy was so… vocal.”

“Oh, you haven’t heard him when he’s taking it-”

“If we have to bring that up, mon coeur, I think you have me beat.”

You giggle, magnetically drawn to his lips once more while your hands fumble with his belt; Jett helps you discard the remaining cloth in the way so you and Remy finally, finally come together - it’s electric. You feel the static buzz all the way down to your toes, and it’s so, so good.

“Think you can handle both of us, love?” Jett peppers your shoulder blades with kisses, and while just the thought makes you shudder - you nod, almost too enthusiastically.

“I want it.”

“Good girl.”

The addition of Jett fills the room the with a chorus of moans that you can barely tell who from who. They give you a minute to adjust - ever the gentlemen - and next thing you know is an all-encompassing pleasure that pulses through your whole body, and you swear you can see stars. You have to bite down on Remy’s shoulder to not alert the entire building of the debauchery going on in the room, but he just grips your hips harder, growling deep in his chest.

“Don’t hold back on me, ma reveuse. Let us hear you.”

Who are you to deny him?

Noise complaints be damned, you think - the Poppy had stayed in town for this very reason. With every movement from Remy and Jett, your mind goes blank, only able to focus on the two of them working in perfect harmony, their hips, their lips, their hands, their voices, just them, them, them.

“C-Christ, you’re incredible- you’re both incredible. I’m- I’m-”

Jett’s pace stutters, but Remy keeps going, absolutely voracious, and your highs all crash down at once. Your back arches, toes curl, and you don’t even recognise the sounds leaving your mouth, but your two boyfriends ride out the wave with you, muttering choked-up praise in your ear and hushed I love you’s until your soul finally returns to your body.

The three of you collapse on the bed, a tangle of limbs and sweat, and Jett has the audacity to laugh. Not even having the breath to reply, you just tilt your head at him, raising a brow in question.

“Hah- If I knew this was how it would’ve ended up, I would’ve asked you both out a lot sooner, fuck…”

You gave him a worn-out, lazy grin. “I don’t think I can feel my legs.”

Remy pecks your cheek affectionately, rolling out of bed to head for the bathroom. “I’ll get you a towel.”

“You did great, love,” Jett hums softly, stroking your hair rhythmically, gazing at you with entire galaxies behind his eyes. “Don’t worry. Between me and Remy, we can carry you everywhere until you can walk again.”

“I’d kiss that stupid smirk off your face if I had the energy,” you huff, crossing your arms. “You’re way too smug for your own good.”

“You love it.”

Remy returns with a damp towel, gently wiping you down with enough care to turn your limbs to jelly if they weren’t already bone-tired. “We do, unfortunately. What a shame.”

Jett weakly whacks him on the shoulder, and the three of you laugh together like the notes of a perfect chord. It’s hectic, all of you being together, but it’s perfect. Life never did stop being a hurricane, but with these two by your side, you know you can surrender to the harsh winds, letting it carry you along like a roller coaster - heart always thumping, eyes always shining.

You never knew a hurricane could be so beautiful.

[optimajuliette]