Remile Oneshots

Skirt

Emile was in his room, in the bathroom.

"Babe, hurry up..." Remy whined. "You've been in there for an hour."

"No I haven't... it was thirty minutes," Emile said through the door.

"What are you even doing?" Remy asked

"Trying on something," Emile said.

"Is that something one item? If it is, then it wouldn't take thirty minutes to try on."

"It is one item, but I'm scared to show it in front of you."

"You don't have to be scared, just come out of the bathroom."

"...Promise not to laugh?" Emile's voice wavered.

"I promise. Just come out." Remy smiled softly.

"Alright..." Emile muttered and slowly opened the door. He walked out and Remy instantly knew what Emile was trying on.

"...Is that a skirt?" Remy asked.

"...Yes."

Remy fell to the ground, making Emile run forward and kneel down next to him.

"Remy! Are you alright?" Emile panicked.

"I-I'm fine... who knew you would look so hot in a skirt?" Remy sat up and Emile noticed his nose was bleeding.

"Your nose...!"

"I know. I'm fine... just fine." Remy sniffled and used his hand to wipe the blood away. "I'll go get some tissue for it."

Remy stood up and went to the bathroom. Emile sighed in relief.