Yesss, that’s great. I’ve been craving fics for them so much recently 😭😭 Can I request a prompt for them then, please? Sick, sneezy Remus, and Tonks taking care of him. Bonus points if she has the fetish, more bonus points if they’ve been arguing/in the middle of arguing, and so things are kinda tense between them. (This is long, I’m sorry, lol)
this was such a great request that i can only hope and pray i did it justice. it’s sort of based off this hilarious post i saw earlier in the week, so credits to that post! i’ll have to track it down. anywho, hope you enjoy and thanks for this ✨magical✨request!!
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Remus hasn’t felt this miserable in a while.
He’s been reading — an activity he quite enjoys while he’s ill — and constantly gurgling into a handkerchief. It’s the type of headcold one gets only every once in a while. The kind that absolutely bogs a person down, makes them unbearably exhausted but at the same time, just tortured by copious sneezing or a cough that racks their entire frame. Just his luck, Remus has both.
“H-heh’DSZCHHUH!”
The sneeze sends goosebumps all over his skin and Remus shivers involuntarily. He’s dressed down for the day in a thin, white T-shirt and sweatpants, but it just doesn’t suit him. Anyway, he feels cold.
But when he opens his closet to grab his favorite cashmere sweater, it’s not there. Remus scrubs at his nose, all the while wondering where the almighty hell it could be. The back of his mind suggests Tonks, that maybe she took it, but no, she wouldn’t dare. Would she?
That’s how Remus find himself in Tonks’ room, staring into her closet at his sweater. She’s lying on her bed, also reading a novel of some kind. Remus doesn’t care.
“Tonks, is that… is that my sweater in your closet?”
“Yeah.” She grunts and pops the bubble gum she’s been chewing, still lying on her side. “You can wear it if you want, as long as you put it back later.”
Remus looks at her in disbelief, on the verge of shouting. “Wha— it’s literally my sweater!”
Tonks sits up now, annoyed. “I’d like to wear it later.”
He’s beside himself now. His throat hurts, he can’t stop sneezing and all he wants is his own bloody sweater. “You can’t just take my things!”
Yelling hurts too, but he doesn’t care about that either.
“Sometimes, I feel like I can’t stand to be in the same room as you,” he grumbles, sniffling.
“That feeling’s mutual.”
Remus mutters some curse under his breath and marches toward her closet. With a sharp inhale of breath, he sneezes and snatches the sweater. “Huh’TSZSSSCHOO!”
The sneeze makes him stumble it’s so strong and he’s rearing up for another. “Hh’SZSCHISSSHH!”
“Need a handkerchief?” Tonks offers, slyly holding up hers.
“N-no, I don’t need your — hah’TSSSZSCH! — your handkerchief,” he snaps, a forefinger under his trembling nose.
There’s something in Tonks’ eye that twinkles. She’s always been a remarkable — albeit somewhat quirky — young woman, but Remus can’t exactly place what’s made her light up.
“I’m going to lie down,” Remus announces thickly, sniveling into his wrist. “And I’m wearing th-thihhhh… th-this sweater.”
He gasps loudly and pitches forward with another sneeze. “Hih’SZSSSCHH!”
“Goodness,” Tonks chirps, smiling. “Make sure to return that by 8 p.m. tonight.”
Remus grumbles something unintelligible and slams the door on his way out, but Tonks knows he’ll come around. He always does.
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