#intrumile

[lesbianprincey]

best emile ship

Lomile (logan x emile)

Intrumile (remus x emile)

Emceit (janus x emile)

Virmile (virgil x emile)

Patmile (patton x emile)

Romile (roman x emile)

Remile (remy x emile)

Thomile (c!thomas x emile)

Voting ended onMar 2, 2023

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[izzyfandoms]

Dukemile - Roller Skating

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @aj-draws @phantomofthesanderssides @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread @mrbubbajones @pun-master-logan @gayturtlez @k1ngtok1 @yourneighborhooddisaster @alexxander-the-gay @full-of-roman-angst-trash @selfcarejanus

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Emile yelped, his arms flailing wildly in the air as he tripped over his own feet. He fell forward, but only just managed to avoid hitting the ground when a pair of arms caught his waist.

Instead of falling to the ground, he fell into Remus's chest.

He blinked, and then pulled back just enough to smile at Remus. A wide grin appeared on Remus's face in response.

"I caught you, now I can do whatever I like with you," Remus joked.

Emile laughed. "Thank you for saving me, honey. And I hope that 'whatever you want' includes lots of kisses."

"Duh."

Emile glanced down at the roller skates on his feet, and then he looked back up at Remus. A slightly sheepish expression appeared on his face.

"Maybe I shouldn't have picked roller skating for today's date," he said. "I'm kinda bad at it."

"But that just makes it more fun!"

"That is a good point!" Emile agreed with a smile. "And the more I practise it, the better I'll become. Maybe next time I'll be a master at roller skating, like you."

"Yeah!" Remus cheered. "And then we can have a roller skate battle to the death!"

He grinned widely, showing off two rows of teeth. Emile laughed, poking Remus's shoulder with his finger. Somehow, Remus's grin widened even more at the contact.

"You're silly," Emile said. "It wouldn't be much of a battle. Fighting isn't exactly my cup of tea."

"You're too adorable to fight."

"Thank you." Emile smiled.

He then reached upwards, pressing a quick, sweet kiss to Remus's lips.

"I love you," he said.

"Love you, too," Remus responded. "Wanna race to the other side of the rink?"

"Sure, but I'm pretty sure you'll win."

[death-himself]

any allosexuals have ideas for a dirty affectionate nickname Remus would call Emile?

[izzyfandoms]

Dukemile - Green

This is one of many, many ficlets I am posting on Christmas day. Hope you enjoy!

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @aj-draws @phantomofthesanderssides @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread @mrbubbajones @glassferns @pun-master-logan @gayturtlez @k1ngtok1

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Green. Green. Green.

The tree was green, the wreath that hung on their front door was green, and many of the baubles - resting in the box or hanging from the tree - were various shades of green, too.

And, of course, Remus was green, too.

His eyes were green. His hair - all except for the streak of white - was green. The paint that seemed to always stain his hands was green (and other colours, too, but green most of all.)

His Christmas sweater was green, too.

It was one that would only be described by all others as horrendous, though Emile found it endearing and adorable on him. It was full of rips and tears: mostly green with red splotches that looked almost like blood splatters, though they thankfully were not.

Emile's favourite colour used to be a tie between light pink and light blue, but since falling head over heels in love with Remus, he had found that the colour green had wormed its way into his heart.

Remus loved it, and therefore Emile loved it, too.

"Emi, are you staring at my ass?" Remus suddenly asked, looking away from the decorations to grin at Emile.

Emile let out a startled laugh, covering his mouth with his hand.

"No, you goof! I was looking at your sweater!"

"Aww," Remus tried to pout but was instead unable to stop grinning. This in-between expression was common on his face. "I've got a great ass, though!"

Emile did his best to give Remus a flat, unimpressed - but teasing - look that he failed miserably at. He could never get it quite right, but he still tried his best.

He stood up.

"Do you need help with decorating the tree? I'm done untangling the lights," he said, carefully placing them on the couch cushions beside him.

"Nah, I got it, I got it!"

"Are you sure?" Emile said, a hint of teasing creeping into his voice. "I don't think you can reach the top of the tree."

"Boo, you're mean! Bullying, this is bullying."

Emile spluttered. "This isn't bullying!"

[izzyfandoms]

Intrumile + "You're still adorable even if you're a zombie now." (The ask is totally talking about a zombie apocalypse au)

Dukemile - Zombie

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @aj-draws @phantomofthesanderssides @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread @mrbubbajones @glassferns @pun-master-logan @gayturtlez @k1ngtok1

Warnings: Zombies, zombie apocalypse, gore, no happy ending, this is kinda gross

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"You're still adorable, even if you're a zombie now," Remus said.

As always, there was no response.

Even though he did this little routine almost every hour, Remus still waited. He still watched Emile's rotting face. He still watched the lone eye that hung from the zombie's right socket. He still watched the cheeks that had been torn open from each corner of the mouth, turned into one giant, morbid smile.

And he still watched the large bite mark and missing chunks of flesh in the crook of Emile's neck - a place that Remus used to kiss everytime he got the opportunity.

Remus listened as Emile groaned, low and quiet and utterly inhuman. He ignored it, and pretended he was hearing something else instead.

Before all of this, Emile usually responded to compliments with a compliment back and kiss, so Remus pretended in his head that Emile was complicated his hair.

"Aww, babe," Remus cooed. "You're too sweet, like those gummy bears I like to bite the heads off of!"

The only response he got to that was another groan, and Emile trying his best to reach his hands out to grab Remus. They were shackled, of course, his waist tied to the wall, and Remus was smart enough to remain out of reach.

Remus laughed. "Wanna get handsy, huh? I get it, I'm a catch."

He reached forward, taking one of Emile's rotting hands into his own. He didn't squeeze it - he had made that mistake with the other hand, and two of the fingers can come right off - but he did lean forward and press the tiniest of kisses to the knuckle.

A piece of skin and a bit of goop came off onto his lips, but he wiped them away without even flinching.

It was all okay.

It was.

Just as long as Remus kept denying the truth.

[izzyfandoms]

Remus x Emile with baby [your choice] at the park?

Dukemile & Patton - Park

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @aj-draws @phantomofthesanderssides @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread @mrbubbajones @glassferns @pun-master-logan @gayturtlez @k1ngtok1

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"Pat! Say... fuck!"

"Park!"

Remus shook his head. "No, fuck!"

"Park!"

"Fuck!"

Emile looked around nervously, at the numerous other families wandering around the park they were in. Then, he leant in cloae and hissed at his husband.

"Remus! If people hear you trying to teach our baby to swear, they're going to think we're bad parents!"

"Ah," Remus waved his hand dismissively, blowing a raspberry. "Fuck them!"

"Fuck!" Patton finally repeated.

Both Remus and Emile's heads suddenly spun around to look at their baby again. The former's expression was delighted, whilst Emile's was more startled.

"Fuck yeah!" Remus cheered, quickly undoing the clasps that kept Patton in his seat.

He then picked up the baby, bouncing him in the air and prompting Patton to begin giggling loudly and adorably.

Remus turned his head and grinned at Emile.

"Our baby's amazing!"

Emile smiled fondly, reaching in and tickling Patton's side. The baby shrieked even louder with delighted laughter.

"He is," Emile agreed. "But can we maybe not swear in a park full of children?"

[izzyfandoms]

Dukemile - Midnight

(This is one of 36 Halloween-themed ficlets I'm posting today! One for every sides/Remy/Emile/Thomas ship plus creativitwins!)

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @aj-draws @phantomofthesanderssides @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread @mrbubbajones @spookedferns @pun-master-logan @gayturtlez @k1ngtok1

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"Do you know what happens at Midnight?" Remus whispered to his boyfriend, leaning across their shared desk to grin at him.

Emile blinked. He spared a nervous glance at their teacher, who kept on talking, unaware of their conversation, before turning back to Remus. He shook his head.

"No, what happens?" He ask curiously.

Remus grinned, showing both rows of teeth.

"Murder!" He said, his eyes bright and excited, speaking just barely above a whisper.

Emile gasped. "Murder?"

"Murder," Remus nodded solemnly. "Or, I dunno, it did happen. Some guy killed his wife and then himself in the woods outside town at Midnight, like, a hundred Halloweens ago. And, every year, at midnight, their ghosts appear at the same spot, reliving their deaths."

Emile's eyes were wide behind his glasses, like giant circular dinner plates, and he glanced around nervously again, before turning back to Remus.

"How do you know?" He asked, only just remembering to whisper.

Remus grinned again, leaning in close.

"My big brother told me! Isn't he the coolest?" Remus continued excitedly.

Emile nodded in agreement. "You're lucky to have a brother like him. He knows so many things."

"Yeah!" Remus agreed.

Then, after a moment, his grin took a mischievous glint, something that always preceded things that were either very exciting, or very scary. Emile could never tell which until Remus spoke, though it was often some strange mix of the two.

"Oh dear," Emile said, almost sighing, and sparing another quick, cautious glance at their teacher, who still hadn't seemed to notice them.

(Of course, most of the other students were talking amongst themselves, too, so that certainly helped.)

"Babe," Remus said, leaning in close and continuing to grin at Emile.

"What is it?"

"Do you wanna come to the woods with me tonight?" Remus asked.

Emile gulped, adjusting his tie.

"Um... no?"

Remus pouted. "Aww, babe. Please?"

He did his best impression of adorable puppy-dog eyes, which didn't usually work on his face. Unfortunately, Emile was the one person in the whole wide world that Remus's puppy-dog eyes worked on.

"Um... I don't know," Emile trailed off, scratching the back of his head. "I'm a little, uh... scared of ghosts?"

Remus reached forward, covering Emile's hand with his own, slightly smaller one. His expression turned deadly serious, as he looked into his boyfriend's eyes.

"I would kill a ghost to protect you."

Emile felt his face heat at the words that he probably shouldn't have found incredibly sweet and romantic.

He laughed nervously, hoping that his blush wasn't obvious: he certainly didn't want Remus to tease him in front of a whole classroom of other people.

"Um... I don't think you can really kill a ghost. Aren't they, you know, already dead?"

"I will double kill them, then. Easy."

"Is it really easy?"

"Yup. Done it before."

Emile's eyes widened. "You have?!" He exclaimed.

The teacher turned to glare and shush him, and his face turned hot as he apologised meekly and shrank back in his seat. Remus was unoffended, ignoring the teacher and instead just nodding at Emile.

"Uh-huh!" He waved it off. "Come on, I'll watch the Steven Universe movie with you again if you come ghost hunting with me."

Emile straightened up. "Deal," he answered immediately.

Remus grinned, pumping his fist in the air triumphantly.

"Yes!"

"Quiet, Mr Duke," the teacher turned and hissed. "Or I'm separating the two of you, permanently."

Remus rolled his eyes, sparing the teacher only a quick glance before turning back to Emile with an excited grin.

"It's a date!"

And, well, even Emile's fear of ghosts couldn't stop the delight that bubbled up at the expression on Remus's face.