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For RemRom Week! Day one! I kinda used all four prompts for this!
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"Roman!" Remus screams delightfully with the most giddy enthusiasm Roman has heard from his twin since...
Okay honestly, it was probably yesterday.
Remus is an easily amused ball of energy and Roman wouldn't change it for the world.
But why did he have to screech Roman awake at - what time even is it?
"Six in the fucking morning?" Roman mumbles.
"Six twenty four dear brother! but this doesn't matter!"
Roman glares, "it does when I wasn't done sleeping" he gripes pulling his blanket close snuggling up intent to go back to sleep.
Remus yoinks the blanket completely away making Roman squawk out annoyed.
"Snow is more important than your useless beauty sleep!"
Roman squints, his groggy mind can't decide if that was a compliment or not.
"Wait" he perks up, "snow?"
Remus' head violently bobs with his jubilance, "a whole lot of it!"
Roman shivers when his feet touch the ground, he makes his way over to his twin, yanks his blanket out of the others grip to wrap it back around himself before heading to the window.
"Woah" Roman's eyes widen with wonder, "we haven't had snowfall like this in years."
"I know!" Remus bounces over to look as well and doesn't stop bouncing once he gets there, "we have to go out and have a snowball fight!"
Roman's wonder slips, "not right now we don't."
"Yes right now we do!" Remus rebuttals.
"I'm not even dress-" his sentence stops when he realizes Remus is so ready for this that he already has snow pants on.
"Where... did you get those?" Roman asks.
"Attic!" Remus factually states, "got yours too!" he points at the foot of Romans bed.
He sighs, "at least let me eat and wake up a little."
"I made you breakfast!”
It’s a nice thought but… who knows what Remus has concocted.
“Don't give me that look, it's good!"
"Remus good or people good?"
"You won't know until you tryyyyyy it!" he responds with a cheeky boop to Romans nose.
"Can't wait."
"Don't sound too grateful" Remus says with a raspberry.
Roman trudges sleepily down the stairs after his skipping brother.
A soft smile creeps its way on his face - no matter how much Remus can be a menace, Roman would never stop adoring him.
When they get to the kitchen Remus swings around behind Roman, directs him to the table and plops him in a chair.
"Sit!" he commands as if Roman would complain about being waited on.
Remus places a plate and mug in front of him then stands there triumphantly waiting for Roman's reaction.
"Wow" Roman simply says as he looks at the food.
"I told you it's good!"
"It actually looks edible."
Remus whaps him with a hand towel, "it is edible!"
Roman laughs shielding his face, "I can never be too careful with you! you're unpredictable!"
The towel assault stops, "complements won't get you out of my wrath!"
Roman looks down at the towel in Remus' un-moving hand then back up at him - he raises an eyebrow, "are you sure about that?"
Remus' other hand flicks Roman's forehead, "what do ya think bout that?"
"Oww" Roman pouts, "I think that was unnecessary is what I think."
"Shut up and eat before it gets hot outside!" Remus says plopping himself on the chair next to Romans.
He places his elbows on the table leaning his chin in his hands.
"Are you just going to watch me eat?" Roman laughs.
"Ya got a problem with that?"
"It makes me think the food is poisonous and you're just watching to see me face plant in it."
Remus dramatically gasps throwing his hand over his chest, "how dare you think that-" his hand is flung to his forehead "-would I do something so dastardly?"
"Yes" Roman deadpans.
Remus pauses then slumps, "okay suuuuure, but not to you!"
Roman smiles, "how sweet of you."
Remus jumps up and paps Romans head a few times, "I'm cavity inducing I know, now eat!" he then bounds away without another word.
"Where are you going?" Roman calls out.
He doesn't get an answer, or doesn't hear one anyway so he just shrugs and takes a bite of his breakfast.
"Holy shit" he whispers, "that's... terrible-" swallowing what's already in his mouth he looks over the rest of the food "-the toast should be safe at least."
It's not.
After packing that away in the fridge for Remus to eat later he pours himself a bowl of cereal.
As he's eating he picks up the mug Remus gave him and...
He snorts, "that's not coffee."
"It's cereal!" Remus chimes from behind him.
Roman jumps, "son of a bitch! where'd you come from?"
"Your mom."
"Why do I talk to you..."
"Cause you loooooove me~"
He's got a point there, not that Roman needs to admit it out loud.
"Why do you have a bowl of cereal with your mug of cereal?" Remus asks amused, "that's weird bro."
"You're the one who put it in the mug" Roman defends.
"Yeah but you're the one who got a bowl."
"I thought it was coffee!"
Remus peers over in the mug, "it looks nothing like coffee."
Roman stares blankly at his twin, "no, no it doesn't."
"Did you not like my very delicious and edible breakfast?" Remus asks.
"Wasn't delicious and was barely edible, but thank you" Roman says taking a bite of his ever growing soggy cereal.
Remus pouts, "did you throw it out?!"
"I put it in the fridge for you."
Remus' pout vanishes, he drapes himself over Roman's back and coos, "you're so sweet to me~"
"You're the one who made it" Roman snorts and tries to cover his growing blush with another bite.
Remus pats Romans head, "looks like you're almost done! I'll be outside waiting!" he says as he bounds away before Roman can say anything.
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Remus loves the snow, the cold, the ice, the slush, the snowball fights and forts - he loves all of it, even the storms.
Especially the storms.
The freshly lain snow is too enticing to wait for Roman to finish eating and getting ready so he heads out to have some fun on his own.
Plowing through the knee deep snow -that seems like it's just going to get deeper- he makes his way to the shed.
He grabs the shovel in there and gets to making an area where they can run about with barricades and ammo supplies.
Despite not sleeping much he's got a plethora of energy and he's done before Roman comes out, he expected Roman to be slow but not this slow.
Whatever, he's very good at entertaining himself!
He heads to one of the snow mountains he shoveled up and digs his way in like a dog making a little hidey hole.
And now he waits.
The wait is... not even a minute before Roman walks in the scene looking around for him.
"Remus?" he calls out.
Remus stifles his giggles, lest Roman hear him when he gets closer.
"I swear if you jump scare me!" he shouts now right next to Remus' hiding spot.
He winds himself up and springs out of the snow in a flurry and a nonsensical shout.
Roman shrieks, slips and falls on his ass.
Remus laughs and laughs and laughs, pointing childishly at his fallen victim.
"I'm going back inside."
Remus' laughter stops immediately, "nooooo!! wait wait! staaay!" he cries dropping to his knees at Romans feet, "I'll be a good boy I prommy!"
He crawls closer to Roman with the largest pleading eyes, he's aware of how close he's getting and the compromising position he's putting them in but he wants -nay- he needs Roman to stay outside with him!
Roman smiles at his pleading and shoves his face away, "fine I'll stay you goober."
Remus jumps up triumphantly, "yes! I didn't put all this work in for nothin ya know!" he sweeps his arms out at all the everything he did.
Roman takes a look around at the battlefield Remus has made and whistles, "you sure are quick."
"I can be quick with lots of things" he wiggles his eye brows.
"I don't think that's as impressive as you're insinuating there" Roman chuckles.
Remus thinks on that for a moment then waves it off, "I'll insinuate you!" he yells throwing himself behind one of the barricades - he picks up a snow ball and hurls it right at Roman with a battle cry, "dukes up bitch!"
"Hey!" Roman squawks scrambling to the nearest cover opposite Remus', "I wasn't ready!"
"You let your guard down around me, that's on you!" he laughs ducking a snowball.
"It won't happen again!" Roman declares with gusto and a theatrical stance that leaves him ironically wide open for a snowball to hit him square in the chest.
Roman looks down at the ball -that seems to not want to fall- with a blank stare, "I should have seen that coming..."
Remus cackles as he throws and lands another one right on his twins head, "you're so easy to nail!"
Roman scoffs, "I'll nail yo- no uh... shut up!" he cries throwing a snowball.
It comes faster -and harder- than Remus anticipates, it strikes him right in the eye making him topple backwards.
He lays there for a second just taking in the intense stinging.
"Remus? you okay?" Roman calls out.
When the uncontrollable laughter comes he knows something is probably not okay.
Roman presumably comes to the same conclusion cause less than a second later his brother is kneeling at his side.
"Oh gods, oh no" Roman mumbles.
"I'm okay!" he says sitting up, the snowball falling from his face.
Romans eyes get big and watery.
"Don't do that."
"Do what?" Roman chokes back the threatening tears.
"Cry, don't do that."
Roman swallows, "I'm not."
"You are! why are you crying?!"
"You're bleeding."
"Pshhh, no I'm not, I think I would know if I was bleeding."
He's choosing to ignore the fact that he can't seem to open his eye.
"I've blinded you!" Roman wails, the tears actually falling now.
"You're so dramatic! I'm fine!" he throws his hands up, grabs some snow and plops it over his eye, "just need a little ice and I'll be good as new."
Roman isn't having it apparently, "I've irrevocably wounded you! we have to go to the emergency room!"
Remus rolls his now one good eye, "it's not that bad."
"The snow around us is soaked red!"
He takes a glance around his blind spots and, hey yeah it really is violently red, "would’ya look at that" he muses then shrugs, "eh head wounds always bleed more."
"That doesn't help your case!" Roman whimpers out more tears.
"Yeesh, if you feel so adamant about it" he sighs waving his hand about, "let's go to the hospital."
"Keep pressure on it" Roman sniffles, slides his arm under Remus' to hoist him up - a wave of dizziness washes over him but he doesn't let it show.
The snow picks up even harsher as they trudge their way back to the house, Remus looks behind him at the flurries and at how it's covering his blood already.
This is fine.
It has to be.
Once they get inside Roman deposits him on the couch, rushes to the kitchen where he left his phone to call an ambulance.
Remus isn't sure if he should sleep but man does he feel groggy.
"What do you mean you can't!" he hears Roman shriek from the other room.
"Whua oh" he mumbles, "that doesn't sound good."
After a minute or so -Remus really can't tell- Roman returns in a huff.
At least he's not crying anymore.
"We can't get you to the hospital, there's too much snow and it's only growing."
"Sooooooo, I guess I'll just die then!"
"Don't you dare joke about that!" Roman yells, the tears once again falling.
"Wouf okay okay, I'm sure it's just a small cut and a slight concussion - I've dealt with worse!"
That seems to startle the tears away but it doesn't make the look on Roman's face any less distraught.
"You're cute when you're worried" he giggles.
"Definitely a concussion" Roman murmurs moving closer to him.
Like, super close.
Remus is now very aware of how close Roman's face is to his and his ass is not listening to what Roman is saying.
"Hey! stay with me!" Roman snaps at him.
"Huh? what?"
"I need to look at it, move your hand."
He wiggles his free hand around.
"Well it's good to know you still have your humor about you" Roman deadpans.
"Just tryna lighten the mood a little."
"How are you so calm?" Roman asks as Remus removes his hand from his eye.
"Like I said: I've dealt with worse!"
Roman's face is scrunched in such a way where Remus isn't sure what emotions are even happening.
"Good news, the bleeding has stopped."
"Nicceeeeee."
"Can you open your eye?"
He tries, "is it open?"
"Uh... no."
"Damn, I thought it was."
"I'll be back" Roman says and flits out the room.
He comes back shortly with a small bucket and a first aid kit.
"I'm going to attempt to clean this."
"I can walk ya through it" he offers.
"You've done this before have you?"
"Not with my eye but, yeah I've given myself stitches before" he points to a scar on the side of his head right under his ear.
Roman winces, "what have you gotten yourself into..."
"Oh loads of fun things!"
"I'm sure... let's focus on this first - I'm going to open your eye to see if there's anything in there."
"Alright!" he chirps leaning forward.
Roman very gently places his fingers on Remus' face and pries open his eyelid.
"More good news, there doesn't seem to be anything in there but..."
"But what?"
"It's not unscathed, there's blood and can....can you see out of it?"
Now that he's asked this he notices that, no no he can not.
"Nothin."
"I was afraid of that" Roman sounds like he's going to cry again.
"No no, none of that! I need Doctor Sexy to be clear eyed while doing a procedure!"
"Doc... Doctor Sexy!?" Roman stutters.
"Shut up and clean me!"
Remus might have just outed himself but at least Roman isn't crying again.
"I'm going to chock that up to the concussion…" Roman says under his breath.
Maybe he didn’t out himself, he can use this concussion thing in his favor.
But first, wound care.
Just as he said, he helps Roman through the clean up and the three stitches that was needed for his eyebrow.
"It's concerning that you know how to do that” Roman says.
"Comes in handy though!"
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"Oh like a bitch! but I'm not dead!"
"You've got me there."
"Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
Like Remus is the only thing that matters in the world.
Like he would have gone off the deep end if Remus was even slightly more wounded.
Like Remus is the only one that can anchor him down.
Like Remus is the calm in his storm.
"Like you love me."
This was probably the wrong thing to say, he can blame it on the concussion though.
Roman is taken aback before answering softly, "I do love you-" he flusters and stammers "-you, uh you're my twin of course I love you!"
"Nuh! I'm not letting you off the hook for that!"
Roman's face blazes crimson, "for what?!"
"That backtrack!"
"There- there was no backtrack!"
"There was too!"
"Was not!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Well try and backtrack this!"
He's about to do something that might be not advisable but if it goes wrong, he’ll blame it on not being in his right mind.
Not that he's ever in any right mind.
It doesn't matter though cause he's already lurched forward and planted his lips right on Roman's lips.
Roman's very still and confused lips.
He's about to stop kissing his statue of a brother but before he can pull away any more Roman follows him.
Remus hummed vaguely from the floor, his voice almost inaudible under the sounds of the firewood he was throwing into their fireplace. They had made a pillow fort some time earlier -- a Remus patented, chaotic mess of pillows and blankets that they had long given up on keeping stable, opting instead to lounge on top of it, treating it like a makeshift couch. It had been Remus' idea; Roman had been bummed out by their potential abscence from the party they were supposed to attend with their friends (hosted by Janus, who had the biggest house, but organized by Patton, because Patton was the one who cared about these things), and Remus had brought up the thought as an excuse to cheer him up.
The party had only been an annual tradition for the last two years, but Roman and Patton both worked for it as though it were an ancient ritual. Janus and Virgil, though they always said they couldn't care less, fretted about it nearly as much as Roman did -- a well-kept secret that only Remus was privy to, of course.
"i'm serious," Roman insisted. "I don't want them to keep hoping we'll get there eventually."
"I sent a text," Remus answered vaguely.
It was a shame, really. Roman had prepared both his and Remus' bags filled with gifts (they'd made them together over the course of the month; Remus hadn't been planning on making anything, but Roman had roped him into his own plans and they'd ended up working on them an equal amount, so Roman insisted on calling them "joint gifts"). They had been basically ready to step out the door when they had realized they were snowed in.
Roman had nearly cried, the poor thing. Remus was actually quite content with staying in and drinking himself into a dizzy state in the comfort of his brother's arms rather than in front of a crowd. He'd have Roman all to himself, for once. They had jumped directly from family gatherings to this arrangement with their friends, and Remus, as happy as he always was to socialize with a group of people who only kind of wanted him there, had been sick of the Christmas energy since November.
Having finally successfully set up the fire, Remus stood back up with a satisfied sigh. He turned back towards Roman, "There! Not so bad for a cozy atmosphere, eh?"
Roman pouted at him dejectedly.
Remus had been trying to cheer him up for the better part of the afternoon. He was starting to run out of ideas.
"Want a hot chocolate?" he pivoted.
Roman nodded. Remus turned and walked to their kitchen.
Remus was never comfortable with genuinely sad people. His best friend was Janus, who couldn't express genuine vulnerability to save his life (unless it was to make himself look good), and the very few times he'd seen him cry, they had both been happy to simply pretend it wasn't happening. Roman was theatric with it, though. Remus supposed Janus was too; the difference being that Janus' theatrics were rehearsed. Remus prided himself on being as open as a man could possibly be, but he truly didn't do good around other people's openness.
He knew Roman, though. He knew the kind of sappy shit Roman would do when he was sad, to cheer himself up, to make himself worse. It wasn't as easy to imitate him as Remus thought it would be. In a way, Remus kind of wished Patton was there. He always seemed to know how to lift people up, when to indulge or distract them, what they needed. Then again, if Patton was there, Roman probably wouldn't need any cheering up at all.
Not that he cared.
He glanced at Roman's curled-up form lying down on their pillow-couch while waiting for the mild to warm up. He had dressed down from his party outfit to an ill-fitting sweater that Remus thought he must've gotten as a joke gift, it was such bad taste. Remus could almost wear it himself. He had half a mind to ask to try it on, but Roman had also been complaining about the cold (hence: fireplace) and Remus guessed that he wouldn't take kindly to being asked to strip. Not that that was the point of Remus asking to try his sweater on. He was never upset to see a handsom man shirtless, but Roman certainly wouldn't take kindly to that thought, either.
"Heh, gross," Remus chuckled under his breath. If Patton had heard that, he'd have screamed.
Remus finished Roman's hot chocolate and walked back to their living room and presented it to him with a flourish. "Ta-daaa!"
The corner of Roman's lips twitched ever so slightly, either at the drink or at the sillyness. Success.
"Thank you," Roman said, then reached out towards the mug.
And promptly dropped it.
Roman yelled -- a short, quick sound that barely made it to Remus' ears before it was stopped by Roman's throat seemingly closing in on it as he froze up.
"Oh, shit," Remus swore, then hurriedly grabbed the mug from where it sat in Roman's lap -- somehow fast enough that half of the liquid was still in there. He turned to set it down on the small table in front of the TV so that it couldn't be dropped again by accident, then turned back to Roman. "Are you okay?"
Roman didn't answer. Instead, he hiccupped.
Well, fuck.
"Hey, hey," Remus said softly, climbing on the couchfort and grabbing Roman's face with inexperiencedly gentle hands. "It's okay, it's okay! You're not hurt, are you? It wasn't that hot, yeah?"
Roman shook his head with a sob. "No but it's all over my clothes and you made it for me and I really wanted that hot chocolate and you--"
"I'll make you another one. Like, right now," Remus said. "It takes two minutes. We have a lot of milk. Come on, take off your clothes and I'll put them in the wash now so it doesn't stain."
"I'll be cold," Roman whined.
"No you won't, the fireplace is right here. Look," Remus refuted, stripping down and only leaving his collar on, "I'm not cold! Not cold at all! C'mon, it's so hot in here!"
Roman stared at him all teary-eyed for about two seconds but, thankfully, obeyed easily enough.
"There, good," Remus whispered (to himself more than to Roman). He really didn't fucking do well with genuinely sad people.
He literally ran to the washing machine and back (because God knew what state Roman would be in if left alone for too long) and jumped back to Roman's side.
"This is the worst Christmas of my life," Roman sobbed.
"Well, thanks," Remus joked.
Roman looked up towards him, then completely broke down in sobs. "That's not," he sniffled, "not what I," another hiccup, "what I meant, I'm..." and a sob, "I'm sorry!"
Remus panicked. He had quite literally exhausted his entire list of things to cheer sappy, melodramatic people up with, the last item resulting in disaster -- and something in his brain was shouting about shitty Christmas romcoms, grand gestures, things Roman liked--
Remus was a creature of instincts. Remus took a rough hold of Roman's face, his mind going blank (as it was prone to do when he was about to make a very, very bad decision on impulse), and he smashed their lips together hard enough to, hopefully, make Roman forget about anything else.
As promised the prompt list for RemRom Week 2025!!
Like last year there are two sides, four prompts a day - use em however you like in wherever configuration! let your creativity loose!
Posting starts December 26th and ends on January 1st!
Have fun and remember if you want to anonymously participate just shoot it in the askbox/messages here, on my main ( @shut-up-its-funny ) or the email at [email protected] (pinned post also has all information too!)
Written prompts under the cut.
Day One.
Violent Red / Calming Green.
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Snowball Fight / Snowed In.
Day Two.
Horror / Romance.
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Memory Loss / Knows Too Much.
Day Three.
Monochromatic / Oversaturated.
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Replaced / Missing Piece.
Day Four.
Dream / Problematic.
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Dark Fairytale / Fantastical Simulation.
Day Five.
Hero / Monster.
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Forced Affection / Love Language.
Day Six.
Wish (that shouldn't be) / Sharing.
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Tender Obsession / I'm So Sorry, I Didn’t Mean To Feel Like This.
Wow, this is finally the last Remrom Week story I have! Kinda feels strange to be done honestly, but it’s also exciting, because it means that I can go ahead and write and edit other things too! Like more Remrom, or even work on my BatJokes series that I’ve had on hiatus for a while now!
But anywho, this is a story about the two of them planning an out for Roman together! I hope you enjoy this last story for these weeks!
The sweetest, softest, story I’ve gotten to write during these weeks, and if anyone has any fluff ideas that I can write for them, I would be super excited to hear them, and hopefully I can keep the angst out of it ahah but yeah, here you go!
Gods this story just kept getting longer and longer and longer, so I hope you guys enjoy it! Ahah This time both of them are being angsty and some miscommunication happens! Don’t worry— it’s resolved, but you can read them doing that!
Roman is struggling in this one (then again when isn’t he in my works? Eheh—) and he’s basically without an identity of his own. Though that is by design, it definitely cannot— and is not— healthy!
And I finally got to write some poetry! Ahah I adore poetry, do you guys too? If you wanna read more of it, I will be writing more eventually! Anywho, have a very vague au with a dash of freeform poetry!
We’re turning it around and dishing out Remus angst now everyone! Exciting right? With a side of protective, loyal, Roman to comfort him through it! It may not fix everything, but Remus feels better!
