Remus gets a raging heart boner for the chubby nerd who broke someone’s nose.
Based off this prompt by @under-the-blue-moonlight, also check out @randombinoftrash’s art here.
Warnings: fatphobia and weight comments, insecurity about weight, blood and mentions of broken bones, some mild suggestive language.
Remus isn’t ditching class. He’s just.. being strategically late. Walking slow through the hall to his locker and certainly not rushing when the bell rings signalling there’s a minute left to get to class like everyone else does. He pries the squeaky metal door open as people rush by, saying quick words to passing friends, and then the bell rings for class to start and the halls are empty.
And those other two on the other side of the hallway. Remus gives them a casual glance, not really caring about who the hell else is ditching late to class. He maybe recognizes them but what does it matter, it’s none of his business.
He debates going to class at all, changing one ratty binder for another, wondering which one is for his next class, when he picks up on the conversation across the hall.
“I mean, do you really need it anyway? Aren’t you big enough?” Remus freezes, eyes wide and his blood boils instantly. His grip on his locker door makes his knuckles turn white. He’s sure he heard that right but he can’t honestly believe it. He slowly looks from the inside of his locker to the only other two in the hallway and actually takes in the scene for what it is.
He knows Bruce, stupid as he is muscular, a jock in every sense of the word except they don’t actually play any of the sports they profess they do, is crowding around another shorter student who Remus doesn’t know. They wear glasses with black frames and tug at their clothes that hug their chubby body. There’s a scowl on their face as they try to hide their bigger form from Bruce’s scrutiny.
“No seriously, do you even try?” Bruce taunts and pokes the other’s stomach, causing them to curl further in on themselves and hide behind the books in their hands. They glare at the ground as Bruce laughs at them.
Remus twitches violently. He has no idea who this nerd is, but he is not above shoving someone face first into a locker for being such a piece of shit, especially not Bruce, especially when he’s being disgusting to the cute nerd who looks about two seconds away from crying. Remus growls and takes half a step towards them, ready to break the finger Bruce uses to poke at their belly again.
Three things happen at once.
First, the nerd’s books drop to the ground.
Second, there’s a decent sounding CRACK.
And third, Bruce hits the ground like sack of potatoes.
“What the fuck!” Bruce whines out, clutching at his face which is now profusely bleeding into his hands. He writhes pathetically on the floor and Remus’s jaw drops. He stares at the nerd who is now rubbing at their palm, having jutted the heel of their hand into Bruce’s nose, thoroughly fucking it up.
Bruce stumbles to his feet, spitting one last pathetic weight insult at the nerd, then heading down the hall towards somewhere far away from them.
Remus just watches as the nerd takes a deep breath, fixes the tie around their neck and bends to pick up the books they dropped in favor of hitting Bruce in the face. They gather them and look up, catching Remus’s eye, finally noticing him there through the scuffle. Remus snaps his jaw shut.
The short nerd, who packs a wallop, glares at him, daring him to say anything. When it’s clear Remus can’t connect his brain to mouth feature, they adjust the glasses on their face, and walk off, head held high. Remus watches them go with no amount of shame, a part of him wanting to be crushed by them thighs.
Once the nerd is out of sight, Remus takes a page out of Roman’s book. He presses his back to the lockers, places hand over his heart, and lets out a down right dreamy sigh.
Remus doesn’t know what love is. Not really. He does know what ever the fuck and hell just happened has him feeling all kinds of gross and mushy and wanting to be punched in the face too if it means getting the firecracker of a nerd to put their hands on him. Whatever he’s feeling, there’s a lot of it, and he’s got it bad, knowing somewhere in his morbid soul he’s found the one he wants to spend forever with.
He sinks to the ground, a dopey smile on his face as he replays the nerd getting angry and thrusting their hand into Bruce’s face over and over in his mind. Their form, their stance, the look in their eyes, their thighs that could crush him and he’d say thank you. There’s nothing about them Remus isn’t already head over heels for and he doesn’t even know their name.
He’s seen them around sure, but he doesn’t know them. It doesn’t really matter to him because he’s 110% sure they are meant to be. They were cute all riled up and the look they gave him after noticing him sends a lovely thrill up his spine. Remus always knew he had a thing for violence and it just adds to the swoop in his stomach thinking about the nerd breaking face again.
He’s so lost in thought about how they are going to beat up assholes together in holy smacktrimony that when a teacher comes by and tells him to get to class he goes without a fight, still that besotted look on his face.
He daydreams the entire class about feral nerds and how to go about wooing one with a temper.
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