DiD i mEnTiOn THAT i LoVe ReVaN?!?! CaUsE i dO aNd i sHiP iT sO mUcH, eVeN tHo iM tHe aUtHoR

SO BC I LOVE THIS SHIP AND I FEEL LIKE BEING NICE BEFORE ALL THE ANGST

HAVE A REVAN ANGSTY FLUFF CHAPTER

im sorry for those of you that don't like the ship...if you exist...idk haven't gotten any too negative feedback on the ship so far

Deceit and Quinn's ship name is Quiet

Till next time xoxoxo
~Jinxx

TRIGGER WARNING - mention of blood, derogatory terms, epilepsy mention, catcalling, verbal sexual harassment

Remus POV
God I hope Evan likes what I have planned for today. I barely slept last night, staying up late with Roman to plan it all.

Roman has become very interested in my love life all the sudden. It's probably just him trying to cope with the fact that Virgil is still with Corruption. But it's still nice to have someone who actually understands romance to help.

I also promised that if he helped me set this all up in the Imagination, I'd help him get into the Dark Mindpalace soon to free Virgil. It's only been two days since Patton, Quinn, and Emile got back but Roman's been loosing his mind over the fact that Virgil might finally be able to come home.

So here I am. It's about 11 am and I'm knocking on Evan's door to hang out with him again. I hope he doesn't think this is all to forward considering we just met yesterday.

I knocked on the door and waited for Evan to open the door. He answered the door with a big smile and despite looking the same as usual, I couldn't help but blush upon seeing him.

Wait...
He's wearing a skirt. A flowy white skirt fell down his legs to just below his knees. He looked fucking gorgeous in a skirt.

"You're staring." Evan giggled.  But besides the skirt, Evan has the same outfit as yesterday. 

"Sorry." I mumbled, barely aware of what I was saying as I stared at his beauty. But then Evan's face turned to one of concern and confusion.

"You're nose is bleeding Remus." He stated, causing me to raise one hand up to my nose. Sure enough, I was having a nosebleed.

"Shit." I grumbled.

"What does that mean?" Evan asked, earning a laugh from me. "Are you okay though?"

"Yeah yeah," I mumbled, wiping the blood away with practiced eased. It's just your sexy body that I want to wreck but I can't because you're too precious to ruin.

I laughed in my mind at that thought but still understood the truth in it. I just want to kiss him and make him mine.

But I won't. I can't. Evan deserves better then me. I couldn't do anything like that to him if I knew he wasn't okay with it.

I turned my attention back to Evan, looking him over again. Causing him to blush despite the still concerned expression on his face.

Now he was wearing a flower crown made out of tiny white flowers, and two types of pink flowers. (White Petunias, Pink Begonias, & Pink Peonies) How many different flower crowns does he have?

"I love your new flower crown Buttercup." I told him, trying to change the subject. Evan smiled brightly instantly.

"Aww thank you Remus!" Evan thanked me cheerfully. "Here, I made you one."

Evan disappeared back into his house, quickly returning with a new flower crown. It was covered in dark flowers, ranging from almost pure black to a deep purple. (Black Petunias, Hellebore Black Flower & Black Baccara Rose)

No one's ever gotten me, much less made, something for me. I will cherish this flower crown forever, if I don't kill it within seconds of touching it.

Evan stood up on his tiptoes and reached up to place the flower crown on my head.  It's adorable how tiny he is compared to me. 

"Thanks."  I mumbled, still not completely used to being polite to someone.

"You're very welcome."  Evan said cheerfully.  "Where are you planning on taking us?"

"It's a surprise Sunflower."  I told him, earning myself a disappointed look. 

"How many nicknames are you going to give me?"

"As many as I damn well please."

"What does damn mean?"  Evan asked innocently.  I laughed.  I will never get over the fact of how he doesn't even know some of the most basic cuss words. 

"From now on, if I say a word that you don't know,"  I told him.  "Ignore that word and never repeat it."

"Oh okay."

"C'mon."  I said, beckoning him to follow me.  Evan followed me, smiling brightly.

We walked side by side through the Trait Complex.  Everything was set up in the Imagination, so we had to walk through the Trait Complex to get there. 

Every now and then, our hands would brush.  I wanted nothing more then to hold his hand.  But I was too afraid to.

Eventually we came across three other traits.  One was in a suit that was covered in blood red patches and a red tie.  One had a very punk-esq look to him, wearing black ripped jeans, a white shirt with red stains, a sleeveless black jean jacket covered in patches, and black leather fingerless gloves.  The third had a cold look to him, in a leather jacket, black shirt, black jeans, and heavy eyeliner. 

I took notice how Evan seemed to tense up as we got closer to him.  The three took notice of us, the punk one instantly getting an excited look. 

"Here comes the freak show!"  He screamed, causing Evan to flinch ever so slightly. 

"Fucking virgin freak."  The one in the leather jacket hissed. 

"Prude."  Agreed the punk one.

"C'mon baby,"  Said the one in the suit, grabbing his crotch.  "I can fix you...lemme show you a good time."

My blood boiled in anger.  Evan looked close to tears and he was trembling.  I was about ready to throw hands. 

"Don't waste your time with a basic bitch like him."  Said the one in the leather jacket. 

"Look at all those fucking flowers!"  Screamed the punk one.  "Such a basic bitch thing."

"Oh I'm not like other girls!"  The one in the suit said in a high pitched, mocking voices.  "I'm special."

"Yeah, special sure is right."  Said leather jacket guy.  "Definitely something wrong in his mind."

"Let's see, skirt.  Check.  Flower crown.  Check.  Still a fucking virgin.  Check."  Said punk guy.  "Definitely a fucking freak." 

"Hey don't say that."  Said suit guy before bursting into obnoxious laughter.  "Or he might start twitching!" 

"Oh yes!"  Yelled leather jacket guy.  "That's the best part!" 

"Hey epileptic freak!"  Screamed the punk one.  "Show us how to do it."  With that, he proceeded to start shaking and pretending he was choking. 

"Twitchy freak."  Hissed suit guy.  "But the pretty skirt might make it worth it." 

"Why don't you pull up the pretty skirt for us and let us fix you."  Said leather jacket guy. 

That was it.  I snapped, the anger overwhelming my other senses.  I marched away from Evan and right up to the three.  They stopped laughing and looked up at me. 

"Don't ever say anything like that to him ever again."  I hissed, my calm manor hiding the rage inside me. 

"Or what?"  Asked punk guy. 

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to."  I growled. 

I felt someone tugging on my sleeve.  I looked to see Evan pulling on my sleeve, trying to pull me away from the others.  He had a worried expression on his face. 

"The hell is that supposed to mean?"  Asked leather jacket guy, dragging my attention back to them.  Instead of answering, I punched him.  Hard.  Right in the nose. 

"Wanna say anything mean to him again?"  I asked, returning to my mask of calmness.  Leather jacket guy righted himself, now with a bloody nose. 

"Lemme fuck and fix him and then I'll leave pretty boy alone."  Said the punk one, winking at Evan. 

Without a second thought, I summoned my mace and bashed it into the side of his head.  Punk guy cried out in shock, now holding the bleeding side of his head. 

"Try me again."  I growled, completely raging now.  "I fucking dare you." 

"Fuck you man."  Growled suit guy, pulling punk guy and leather jacket guy away with him.  Once they were gone, I sent my mace away and turned to Evan. 

"Are you okay?"  I asked him, concern now overpowering the rage. 

"I'm fine."

"Obviously not,"  I argued, taking in his shaking form on the verge of tears.  "Who were those guys?" 

"Just some stupid bullies."  He mumbled. 

"As in what traits are they?" 

"The punk guy is Anger.  The guy with the leather jacket is Hatred.  The guy in the suit with the red tie is Jealousy."  Answered Evan. 

"Why do they do that to you?"  I asked, getting angrier with every second. 

"They don't like me."  He mumbled.  "It got worse when Doubt disappeared.  Wonder where he went.  He disappeared about three years ago.  They picked on the two of us, but then I got all of it when Doubt disappeared." 

Oh my Satan, he's friends with Quinn.  I can't wait to tell Quinn.  But for now I won't say anything.  It'll be a surprise. 

"I'm so sorry Buttercup."  I said softly.  "You don't deserve that.  Everything they said about you is wrong." 

"It's okay, its not all lies anyways."  He mumbled. 

"They mentioned epilepsy.  That's the trust isn't it."  I said, remember that bit of information.  "Are you epileptic?" 

"No!"  Evan said forcefully all the sudden.  I was taken aback at his sudden change in tone. 

"I was-"  I tried to say but was cut off. 

"I'm not!"  Evan said, just as forcefully again.  "Please.  Stop.  Asking." 

"I'm sorry."  I told him, confusion and worry weighing heavily on my mind. 

"Can we just go to whatever you were planning?"  Asked Evan.  "Before I ruin even more of this."  He mumbled the last part.

"You are not ruining any of this."  I told him.  "I personally think you look beautiful in your skirt and flower crowns."

"Thanks."  Evan said, happy again.  A blush dusted across his cheeks. 

"C'mon Buttercup,"  I told him, intertwining our fingers.  It may have been my imagination, but I swear Evan's smile got bigger when I held his hand. 

"Let's get over to the Imagination."  I told him, leading the way.