dukeceit oneshots (abandoned)

Teenage Dirtbag

1. Yes, I edited the words from she/Noel to he/Remus and there's nothing you can do about it

2. This is obviously based off the song Teenage Dirtbag but I'm 99% sure this isn't how songfics work?? Do I care? N o

Genre: Fluff :)

Au: uM ,,, human?? Is this what they call college in America??? Idk s c h o o l they'd probably be like 16/17

Trigger Warnings: Slur (not extreme), gun mentions, swearing, Th3 L0rd's n4m3 1n v4in, nazi mentions, the song is kinda wack and skips between normal stuff > prom quickly and is a very rushed concept if you were to put it into words so that's why it comes off as like rushed lol, also this story is just b a d but um yeah

Fr though this song is amazing listen n o w

I love you all 😊💝

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His name is Remus,
I have a dream about him
He rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour

Janus Dolus sighed as he lugged his backpack over his shoulder and headed towards school. He contemplated on last night's dream as he walked to the library. It was about Remus. Again.

Dude. He flung his bag on the hard wood of the library table, pulling down his beanie and flicking through Divergent. He just couldn't concentrate, re - reading the same line over and over.  He took out his phone, checking the screen.

No new messages.

He sighed and slipped it back into his pocket. I mean, made sense. Who'd be messaging Janus? He was a loser, after all. He liked bands that nobody else seemed to get, which kind of automatically made him a social reject. He didn't care. He'd rather like Iron Maiden and Ozzy Osbourne than Lady Gaga and Jay Z.

He drummed the table and looked back on the dream, secretly living for how corny it was.

Remus was there, with his muscular build and his makeup that outlined his jawline so well & his perfect pearly whites and eccentric moustache, and he was walking up to Janus' house, and he reached out a hand - and as he pressed the bell the bell for gym class rang out around the building.

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He walked into the changing rooms, pulling on his socks and shirt and blocking out the noise of the others. Well, attempting to.

A group of jocks approached, and he closed his eyes and waited for the impact. "What are you doing, bender?" Was all he heard before a hand pushed him into the wall. Before he could react, the jocks cackled like a pack of feral hyenas and left.

Janus sighed and pulled down his shirt, running his fingers over the crease. He was going to be late.

Oh how he rocks
In keds and tube socks

Remus Duke was somewhat famous around Bayfield High. He was punk; but a jock. Remus didn't care for anyone's opinions, and he did what he wanted.

He was rumoured to have grafitied the principal's car and punched a nazi. Janus doesn't know how true the rumours are, but he wants to believe them.

One thing that was true, though, was Remus wore girl's clothes. He wore skirts and dresses because he didn't give a fuck.

Janus thought that was awesome.

Janus tore his eyes away from the soccer coach, waching Remus sprinting by in keds and tube socks (with a skirt, that he was probably going to get detention for) and winking at everyone. The girls swooned. Janus' heart fluttered and he grinned to himself. Wicked.