I have been hyperfixated on My Hero Academia, so here's some thingys with our boys and their quirks (superpowers)!
Remus would have an illusionary quirk (like Camie)!
His power begins with basic illusions. He can summon a visual no bigger than himself, and they would have limited movement.
As he grows and delves into his power more, he's soon able to make an imagery aura around you, so everything in your sight is fake, but its simply an orb around you from Remus' perspective.
He targets a certain area, rather than a person; his illusions take place in the air, instead of on an object. A bystander may get caught in his illusionary pranks.
If his brother began to spiral into an OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) episode, Remus would create an image to make his brother laugh or think about something else until he was calm again.
Roman's quirk would be Siren Song (like Shinso)!
His voice can reach any octave and can be heard from a 50ft (15m) radius (i think speaking voice can be up to 20ft (6m). I dont how that translates to singing so shhh pretend they the same fsdfs).
His quirk calms down a persons heart rate, to the point they can fall unconsciousness.
Roman would always sing to his brother to calm him down from a panic attack, until Remus explained that while it had been soothing to hear before, after they hit the age of 5, Roman's singing would have a physical effect and he would begin to feel sleepy and out of control.
Roman stopped singing for a while, until Remus insisted that it was beautiful and reassuring and that he really actually loved it, quirk use or no.
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so ya, let me know what you think!! If you wanna add anything or give your own input, please do I would love to hear it :D
It came as a shock to absolutely no-one that the common house was full of glitter after Roman’s party.
A dying Bluetooth speaker replayed Don’t Stop Believing, its music tinny and hollow as the vocals lapsed in and out and the phone’s virtual assistant sang Battery low over and over. Remus stuck some half-melted vanilla bean ice cream in the fridge before putting red velvet cake into the freezer; it took him a few seconds to rectify his mistake.
Roman hummed as he swept up pieces of foil confetti.
“I didn’t forget your gift, you know,” Remus said absentmindedly as he picked up a pompom and put it in a bag. “I wanted it to be ready for you, I didn’t wanna give you something bad or that you wouldn’t like.”
“If it’s from you, I’d like it.”
“If I gave you smallpox, you wouldn’t like it.”
“Well, that’s smallpox. No-one likes it. Besides, I don’t think that was what you were planning on giving me.”
“Shit, you’ve got me there.” Remus glanced around before jumping up and tugging down the tinsel-like Happy Birthday, Roman! banner. “There. Common room, restored.”
Roman dumped the confetti in the wastebin. “You’re right, dandelion. Back to its former glory.”
“If we can get the glitter off the ceiling.”
“Yeah..”
“How on earth did we get it there, anyways?”
“Probably with the saline water-balloon that we infused with glitter?”
Roman laughed, going to the fridge and grabbing himself a juicebox. “Want one?”
“Please.”
Remus liked stabbing the straw through the cardboard, not through the spot where the straw was meant to go. Roman drank his as it was meant to go, summoning some paper, crayons, and two pens, one green and one red.
“What’re you doing?”
“I’ve got an idea and I want to write it out,” said Roman.
“You know... I forgot to write a card for my gift.”
“Dear, you don’t have to.”
“I know, but I want to.”
“...Hey, do you want to do what we used to, where we work on things together and compare?”
Remus nodded, grabbing a pen and getting to work.
It was a strange environment to work in, with the paper they were using still flecked with crimson glitter from the table. Roman shook his head at the scarlet crayon and reached for a brick-red at the same moment that Remus was carefully shading in his drawing with the ballpoint pen’s residue ink. From time to time, they took sips of their drinks.
“I’m done,” said Roman a few minutes after the Bluetooth speaker had died, flipping his paper so that it was impossible to see.
“I am, too.” Remus covered up the paper by leaning his upper body on the tabletop. “Don’t look at me like that, I promise it won’t smudge.”
“On the count of three, we reveal them.”
“Okay! One, knife--”
“...I’m sorry, knife?”
“To be completely fair to me, you did say on three, not that I couldn’t say knife.”
Roman smiled. “You know what, that’s fair.”
“All right.” They counted together. “One, knife, two, three!”
They revealed their drawings.
Roman stared at Remus’ ink-portrait. It was of surprisingly good quality, with Remus smiling as he pointed to a surprisingly non-gorey hole in his chest (it was shaped like a cartoon heart, just allowing the other side to show through) and a “Wanted” poster of Roman. It read, Handsome Prince wanted! He stole my heart. Reward: lots of kisses and cuddles. Happy birthday xx -- your dandelion >:)
“Is that for me?” whispered Roman. “You’ve beaten me at my own game. I.. I wanna keep it forever and ever.”
“You’re telling me?” Remus asked as he pointed to Roman’s work.
Roman’s drawing, on the other hand, was a pink rose dripping tar, drops of dew on it. It read in beautiful calligraphy, You’ve taken my breath away, dandelion. Thank you for an absolutely amazing year. -- your prince, forever yours.
“That’s a freaking masterpiece, Roman, I... Fuck, I’d embroider that onto my soul in a heartbeat. You can keep mine, it’s for you and no-one else.”
“I’ll find a nice frame for it. Something that nice ought to be displayed, if you’re okay with it.”
“I’m keeping this in my special-gifts-from-Roman chest and never ever letting anyone else hold it! Ooh, that reminds me.” He reached into his pocket. “I got you a really nice gift, I think you’ll like it-- here!”
He handed Roman a small brass contraption of gears and emblems. It was the size of a golfball, with all sorts of patterned perforations.
“Er, I love it, but what is it?”
“I’m giving you the stars.” Remus tapped it with his fingertip; the contraption began to glow. “Here, let’s go to the common living room.”
They stepped into the room adjacent to the kitchen. No-one else was there; however, it wasn’t free from the glitter that had defined Roman’s party. They’d need to clean it up later.
“Okay, we’re ready! Turn off the light!”
Roman flicked the switch.
The room sank into darkness, but all around them, glimmers of light began to shine. It was like a living night sky, constellations moving of their own accord and the glitter scattered from the party refracting back little pinpoints of starshine.
“And just tap it again to turn it off,” explained Remus. “So, er, what do you--”
“It’s perfect,” whispered Roman, taking a step towards the wall which now displayed Orion the Hunter, which gently moved along. “It’s so wonderful... You literally gave me the stars?”
“Psh, it was nothing! I am glad you like it, though.”
“Remus, I don’t know how I’m going to outdo you for your birthday. Nothing could top this.”
“Heck, no need to worry about outdoing me! You don’t even have to get me anything.”
“But I want to.”
“Sweetie, I’ll love anything you give me, and I do mean absolutely anything.”
Roman smiled. “You know what I wished for this year, and what I’m wishing for on these stars?”
Remus leaned in for a kiss; when Roman leaned forward, too, he pressed his lips to his.
“Don’t tell me,” whispered Remus when they pulled apart, “or it won’t come true.”
“It just did come true, though, when you pressed your lips against mine.”
“You hopeless romantic, you.”
“It is in my name. Er, or am I in its name...? Well, it doesn’t matter. Thanks, dear dandelion.”
Remus smiled, wrapping his arm around Roman’s waist as they settled onto the sofa. “Happy birthday, Princey.”
Here's a random Remrom drabble for Remus' birthday! I used a prompt "who walks around the house naked" XP
Warning: nudity, flirting/teasing
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Roman took a calming sip of coffee. He'd woken up about half an hour ago and instantly got to reading a novel as he ate a simple breakfast. His plate was now sat in the sink, his coffee mug soon to follow. At the sound of footsteps, Roman’s lips quirked, excited to see his boyfriend again. He played it off, however, and continued to gaze at the writing on the pages.
"Good morning, Remus." He said, the figure walking passed him. He received the usual grunt. He glanced up to take in the view of this sleepyhead, only to sulk at the sight. Remus was wearing his night clothes: nothing. He dropped his book and shut his eyes as his significant other headed to the coffee maker. "Remus..." he began. "Why must you do this to me?"
"Mm, what?" he responded, voice croaky from sleep. Roman took in a breath, begging the warmth in his face to dissipate.
"Where are your clothes?" Remus turned to him after flicking on the kettle to boil more water.
"Awe, does it bother you?" he said, a smirk tiredly making its way onto his face. Roman rolled his eyes.
"You're lucky we don't have any guests coming over." He hid his face back the book and resumed reading. While he admired every part of his boyfriend, Roman found that his partners standards still preferred to be a tease.
