Demus Oneshots

Interview

Remus knew it was probably a bad idea to do an interview the week after the news that he was getting married had just been leaked.

Within about ten minutes, the topic had changed from when a new album was coming out to his fiancé. Wonderful.

"So, tell us," the interviewer, Freddie Markson, said, "cause I think we all want to know, who's the lucky girl who managed to snag you?"

Remus had been ready with a come-back but instead it burst out laughing.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, girl?" He repeated, still giggling weakly. "You think my fiancé's a girl?!"

Freddie's eyes flicked around and Remus caught on. Oh, uncomfortable with that, huh? Well, he brought it up.

"I mean," Remus continued, "I use he/it pronouns and I'm pansexual. What about that makes you think I'm going to go for just girls?" It laughed.

"Well, anyway, back to the album-" Freddie said, seemingly eager to move on.

"Hold on, don't you want to know about this?" Remus asked. He readjusted his sitting position, hooking one leg under himself and resting his chin on his hand. "You brought it up, after all." It grinned wickedly.

"Well, it is something everyone wants to know." Freddie said. Remus' grin grew.

"If everyone wants to know so bad, fine. You ever heard of a book called Blood Smoke?" He asked. "You know, murder mystery, paranormal, very graphic."

Freddie seemed to pale a little. "I don't read books like that." He said stiffly.

"Really?" Remus asked. "You're missing out, Markson. Anyway, my favourite book for a very long time and one day I heard the author was doing a book-signing thing. I, of course, had to go. Met the author and they were so surprised that they dropped their pen. Very cute, too." Remus grinned almost reminicently.

"While they were signing the book, I scribbled down my number for them." It continued. "And we got talking. And now, we're engaged. Magic, I know."

Freddie swallowed. "The author of Blood Smoke," he said slowly, "is a boy."

"Uh-uh." Remus said, doing a very bad impression of a buzzer. "Not a boy. They prefer the label 'genderqueer' and I'd appreciate you'd use it when talking about my future husband." Remus' tone snapped sharply at the end. "If I didn't know better, Markson, I'd say you'd have a problem with me marrying another AMAB person." He leaned forward slightly. "Do you have a problem, Markson?"

Freddie swallowed again. "I'm not at liberty to say." He muttered grimly. The last trace of Remus' smirk fell away as it stared daggers at Freddie.

"See, that was your last chance." He said, his voice low. "Since you aren't at liberty to display your blatant homophobia in an even more blatant way, I'm not at liberty to continue this interview anymore." It stood up and dusted itself down. "Goodbye." He left the studio and the YouTube video went viral two days later.

Janus sighed. "Rem?" They asked.

"Yuhm?" Remus hummed, rolling over in bed.

"Why?"

"Why what?" Remus asked, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Thirty million views?" Janus asked slowly. "The engagement was already leaked now it's even more leaked." He sighed. "You couldn't have waited?"

Remus groaned. "Sorry, sweetheart." It said. "But he was pissing me off."

"Still no reason to forgo secrecy." Janus said.

"It's not a reason, it's an excuse." Remus said, grinning. Janus rolled their eyes but laughed all the same.

"Why am I marrying you?" He asked.

"Cause you can't get enough of me." Remus said helpfully. Janus did laugh now, a lot louder.

"Fine, yeah, I guess." He said and a small smile graced his face. "Come on, get up. It's 11."

"No!" Remus whined, throwing a pillow over its face.

"We've got stuff to do today, Rem." Janus said.

"No!"

This was barely thought out but I kinda like it. It's cute.
Bye,
Blaize