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The Ghost and the Reaper Chapter 2

Fandom// Sanders Sides

TW// Panic Attack, Strong Emotions, Crying, Yelling, Screaming, Funeral, Nightmare, Fire, Death mention, Storms, Swearing, Weapon

Word count// 2161

Description// Janus is one of the many grim reapers whose job it is to reap the souls of the dead and help them ascend to the afterlife. After one assignment, the spirit they reaped, a 23-year-old nonbinary person named Remus, refused to ascend. Now, Janus is stuck with them following it around wherever they go.

Characters// Remus Sanders, Janus Sanders, Roman Sanders, C!Thomas Sanders, Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders

Pairings// None

AUs// Found/chosen family Creativitwins & C!Thomas, human!sides, they/them Remus, it/they Janus, he/she Roman

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Janus stood alone in their kitchen, drinking their cup of coffee while staring off into the distance. Remus appeared in front of them, looking around.

”Oh, you’re back,” Janus said, putting its coffee mug on the counter.

”Yeah…” Remus said, refusing to make eye contact with Janus.

”What do you have?” Janus asked, noticing the rose in Remus’s hand.

”A fucking nuclear missle. What does it look like, dumbass?” Remus said sarcastically.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, okay?! Is that what you wanted to hear?!” Janus yelled.

”Yes,” Remus said, looking off into the distance.

”Okay, well I have afternoon duty, today. I’m off duty for the morning,” Janus said, pouring more coffee into its mug.

”Hm…” Remus thought. Janus looked over to them.

”So, what do you want to do?” Janus asked.

”Well, there isn’t really anything to do… I was just thinking I would just go fuck around in one of those abandoned places,” Remus said, “You know, a good old classic haunt.”

”What place were you thinking about?” Janus asked, intrigued.

”Well, there’s an old church near the graveyard, but the old school next to that bakery might also be good,” Remus suggested.

”Eh… Those places get boring after a while…” Janus replied.

”Alright, then. You don’t need to join. I’ll just go by myself,” Remus said.

”Alright. Be back by noon,” Janus said, waving Remus off. Remus faded out of view, reappearing in front of the old church. They walked inside, immediately jumping off the ground and hanging upside down on the chandelier. The chandelier rocked back and forth, Remus swaying with it. They fell back down on the floor, walking up the aisle of pews to the front of the church. Visions flashed in their eye as they saw a casket being rolled up the aisle. People sat in the pews, all being dressed in black. Remus looked around, seeing their father and sibling in one of the front pews. Remus stumbled back, lifting the casket lid up to see themself in it. They backed up as the people in the pews stared directly at them. The people in the pews all stood up, walking over to Remus and surrounding them. The sounds of whispers erupted from everyone as they surrounded Remus. Remus couldn’t make out any of the words but they heard one word loud and clear. One word they were terrified of.

”Anti-christ,” the figure of Roman said, pointing at Remus. Remus started to panic. They pushed through the crowd, running to the doors of the church. They banged on the doors, desperately trying to get them open as they were surrounded again. Fire started to build up as they banged on the doors. They turned around, finding their father and sibling right behind them. They clung onto their father’s clothes, falling to their knees.

”PA, HELP ME, PLEASE! I’M NOT THE ANTICHRIST! I DON’T WANT TO BE! PLEASE!” Remus pleaded with their father, their father just standing there with a vacant expression. Remus sobbed as the flames engulfed them, scared and alone.

“Oi! Remus,” Janus said. Remus startled awake, finding themself back in the graveyard. They looked over to Janus.

”Oh, hey there, Jan,” Remus said, putting the rose they had in their hands down.

”Are you good? It’s 10:03, and you were still asleep when I got here,” Janus asked.

”I was?” Remus replied.

”Yeah…?” Janus said.

”Must have overslept by accident. Anyways, what are we doing, today?” Remus asked.

”Well, I already got through a bunch of my tasks before coming here. I just have 2 more spirits to reap, and I also have to have a meeting with my manager so that should be fun…” Janus replied.

”Ugh, do we really have to meet with that guy? He’s a bastard,” Remus said.

”I know you don’t like him, but I don’t really have a choice,” Janus said.

”Then, let’s get that out of the way first. Save the better thing for last,” Remus suggested.

”Alright, then. Also… I’m sorry about last night… I wasn’t thinking and I should have worded what I was saying better…” Janus said.

”Don’t sweat it, man. It’s fine. Come on, let’s go,” Remus said, fading out of sight. Janus followed suit, the two reappearing in an office-like room. A man sat at a desk. His face was darkened with only his mouth visible. He wore an outfit reminiscent of a stereotypical grim reaper with the hooded robe and everything.

”Oh, hello, Janus! And… you…” the manager said, Remus flipping him off.

”You wanted to meet with me, sir?” Janus asked.

”Yes, yes. Sit, I’ll make you something to drink. Tea or coffee?” the manager said, standing up.

”Just black coffee, please,” Janus said, talking a seat. Remus hovered in the corner, leaning back against the wall and grabbing a notepad and pencil from a nearby table.

”So… why did you call me here?” Janus asked.

”Oh, it’s nothing serious! You’re just a little bit behind on your quota for spirits this week and I was wondering what was going on,” the manager said, handing Janus a mug of coffee.

”Shit, I’m sorry, I thought I was ahead on quota this month…” Janus replied.

”It’s fine, it’s no big deal. I’ll just need you to pick up the pace a little. Maybe even take a few nights of work,” the manager said.

”How much am I behind by?” Janus asked.

”Just 10. It’s no big deal. You could probably get it done in a night if you take the whole night,” the manager replied.

”Okay, then I’ll do that,” Janus said, standing up as it finished their coffee, “Have a good day.”

”You too,” the manager said. Janus shook the manager’s hand, turning to Remus.

”Come on, let’s go,” Janus said. Remus ripped the page they had been drawing on out of the notepad, putting the notepad back down on the table. The two faded out of view together, Janus waving goodbye to the manager.

The two reappeared in a room together, Janus walking over to the two bodies that laid together on the ground. It took out its scythe, swiping at the bodies. The two spirits rose up, stumbling back a little before regaining their balance.

”Ugh, what happened…” the one spirit asked.

”You died,” Janus said, pulling up a screen and swiping through it.

”Fuck, we did?” the other spirit asked.

”Yup…” Janus said, pulling up a profile, “Your name is Virgil Blackheart, correct?”

”Yes,” Virgil responded. Janus printed out a little slip, handing it to Virgil.

”You do have one unfinished task before you can ascend, so I would get to it as quickly as possible. And you are Logan Croftberry, correct?” Janus said.

”Yes,” Logan replied. Janus printed out another slip, handing that one to Logan.

”You also have an unfinished task, so I’ll let you get to it. If you need any help, my name is on that slip. Just call it and I’ll be on my way to assist you when I can,” Janus said, putting the screen away.

”Okay…” Virgil said.

”Any questions?” Janus asked.

”Who’s that?” Logan asked, pointing towards Remus who floated behind Janus.

”That’s no one. Just ignore them,” Janus said, pushing Remus away.

”Rude! I have feelings too!” Remus said, dramatically falling back.

”So, who are you?” Logan asked.

”Remus Sanders-Kingstone! Nice to meet you!” Remus said, holding their hand out.

”Logan Croftberry, please to make your acquaintance as well!” Logan said, shaking Remus’s hand.

”Alright, we better get going now,” Janus said, pulling Remus away, “Any important information about afterlife living including rules and stuff can be found on that slip. If you ever need me for whatever reason, call me. Good luck with your ascending,” Janus said, fading out of view while waving. The two reappeared in Janus’s apartment, Remus floating over to the couch.

”Alright, I’m going to go catch up on my quota,” Janus said, grabbing a new scythe.

”Ooo! Can I come?” Remus asked.

”No. You are going to stay here and not get in my way, so I can do my job and not be distracted,” Janus replied.

”Aww, you’re no fun,” Remus responded.

”That doesn’t matter. I need this job,” Janus said.

”Whatever,” Remus said. Janus went into his room, putting his hat away and grabbing a cloak. He put the cloak on, pulling the hood up over his head. Remus looked to Janus, confused.

”What’s with the stereotypical reaper outfit?” Remus asked.

”The night time reapers have a strict uniform to follow. I need to put this on so they know I’m working,” Janus said.

”Alright, then. You go have fun without me,” Remus said, putting a hand to his head and falling back dramatically.

”Don’t be dramatic. I’ll be back in a few hours, don’t go anywhere,” Janus said, fading out of view. Remus looked around the apartment, checking to make sure Janus was gone before fading out of view as well.

Remus reappeared in a living room, finding it empty. They walked around a little, finding someone in the kitchen. They peaked in the kitchen to find their father cleaning the dishes. Music played over a little speaker, playing Remus’s favorite song. They sat on the kitchen counter, watching as Thomas cleaned the dishes.

”I love this song,” Remus said, kicking their feet against the cabinets below. Thomas continued to wash the dishes, oblivious to the fact that someone was there. Roman entered the room, his hair wet and messy from the shower. Thomas looked over to Roman, smiling. He walked over, hugging Roman. Roman hugged back.

”Hey, buddy. Ready for movie night?” Thomas asked, putting a hand on Roman’s shoulder.

”Yeah, I guess…” Roman replied.

”Awesome! Just let me finish these last few dishes and I’ll be out,” Thomas said. Roman nodded, exiting the kitchen and going to the living room. Remus followed, sitting on an empty chair. Roman sat on the couch, turning on his phone and scrolling through photos. Thomas came out of the kitchen.

”I’ll be right back, I just need to put this towel away,” Thomas said. Roman nodded again, Thomas going upstairs and putting the towel into a laundry basket. Thomas put the laundry basket on top of the dryer, going back downstairs and sitting on the couch. He turned on the TV, going to Netflix and clicking through the movies.

”So, what do you want to watch, tonight?” Thomas asked.

”Mulan,” Roman replied. Thomas smiled, turning the movie on and putting the remote down on the table in front of him. Roman leaned his head on Thomas’s shoulder, curling up in a blanket. Thomas put his arms around Roman, holding him close as the movie played. Remus sat on the edge of their seat, enticed by the movie. Roman looked over towards the chair where Remus sat, tears coming to her eyes.

”That was their favorite chair for movie night…” Roman said. Thomas frowned, looking over to Roman. He wiped the tears from Roman’s eyes.

”Buddy…” Thomas said, “You know it’s not your fault.”

”It is though… If I hadn’t said all that horrible stuff to them…” Roman said, starting to cry. Thomas pulled Roman closer, comforting him as she cried. Remus perked up, looking over to the other two. Remus frowned, getting up and walking over to the two. Remus reached their hand out to Roman, about to touch her before remembering what Janus had said yesterday. They pulled their hand back sadly, walking back over to their chair and sitting back down. They watched the movie as Thomas and Roman sat on the couch together. Halfway through the movie, the lights in the house started to flicker as a storm started up. Thomas stood up, locking the door and closing the windows as Roman sat on the couch.

”Welp… So much for a calm night,” Thomas said, coming back to the couch. He grabbed a blanket that was on the arm of the couch, bundling up in the blanket and sitting back down next to Roman. He pulled Roman closer to him, Roman’s eyes darting around anxiously.

”I hate when it storms,” Roman said.

”I know, buddy. I know. It’s okay,” Thomas said. Roman leaned in closer to Thomas, closing his eyes as Thomas held him. Remus got up from their chair, looking at the two. They smiled softly.

”I love you two…” Remus said, to no reply. They faded from view as Roman and Thomas fell asleep on the couch. Remus reappeared in the apartment, laying down on the couch and falling asleep as well.

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 1 year

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Idk if you’re still doing doodle request but if you are, can I request Roman and Remus battling it out for fun? (I love the sibling energy and shenanigans people will write and draw of the two, reminds me of myself and my brother)

I hope you have a lovely day/night either way 🐝

Hello, lovely anon!

Because I cannot draw fight scenes for the life of me. I wrote a little short something instead for you <3

This is possibly the first thing I've written that doesn't contain a single line of angst I think that's an achievement.

I really hope you enjoy it despite it not being a doodle, :)

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Duelling

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Roman and Remus are both sore losers.

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Warnings : One sex mention, it literally says the word once in a non graphic context. fighting/weapons (though it's all friendly)

Pairings: familial creativitwins

Words: 956

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Roman let out a triumphant cry, slashing his katana down and to the left. Remus cackled, springing back and landing in a crouch on a nearby rock, holding his morningstar tightly in both hands.

“Gotta be faster than that to get me, Ro-bro!” Remus taunted from his rock, grinning.

Roman huffed, “I’ll show you fast, heathen!”

He moved so quickly that his figure was a blur, sword slashing through air so fast that it whistled. Despite Roman’s speed Remus seemed to keep up effortlessly, dodging and blocking as though it was easy as reading the morning paper. When Roman jumped back, only a little short for breath, Remus grinned and leapt forward, raising his morningstar over his head and bringing it down only to hear the crash of metal on metal as Roman raised his sowrd to meet it.

They were at a stalemate for a few moments, both of them staring at each other and grinning wildly. Roman’s eyes narrowed and Remus barely had a second to react before Roman did some split second motion with his sword that ended up with Remus on his ass in the dirt. The point of Roman’s sword deadly still between his eyes.

“Checkmate,” Roman said, a smug smile on his face.

Remus, bastard as he always was, grinned right back, swinging his morningstar up and smacking it into Roman’s sword, sending both weapons flying into the bushes that littered this little clearing in the imagination they’d sectioned off for this duel.

Both twins watched them go before turning slowly back to each other, both looking a little shocked. Remus hadn’t meant to let go of his morningstar when he did that, Roman was sure. Of course Roman hadn’t intended on losing his katana either. They stared at each other for a long, eerily silent second before Remus finally made the first move.

“Bastard!” Roman cried as Remus jumped up only to tackle Roman back to the ground. Pinning him down by the shoulders as Roman whacked at his arms in an attempt to get free, all whilst both of them were laughing themselves silly.

“I got you!” Remus yelled, “So I win!”

“Techincally- technically I got you on the ground first!!” Roman protested amidst his laughter, still trying to push Remus off.

“Yeah but I got you down here better” Remus said matter of factly, “And I disarmed you, so double points.”

“You also disarmed yourself, dumbass,” Roman said, smacking Remus’ wrist, “That should be minus points!”

And then Roman did the most underhanded bitch move ever and started tickling Remus’ ribs. Remus screeched in retaliation, slumping off of Roman and rolling away into the grass.

On his feet in seconds, Roman sprinted at his brother, who yelped and bolted off through the woods in the opposite direction. Their duel quickly devolved into a game of chase through Roman’s forests, sharp turns were made every time the chaser caught up, Roman would tag Remus and then have to use a tree for leverage in order to keep his momentum whilst he sprinted away back the way he came, a cackling brother hot on his heels.

Remus pulled basically the same trick when he finally caught up and Roman was pretty sure he’d yelled something about his brother being a dirty copycat, Remus had yelled something back about how he wasn’t a cat, but it was lost to the wind.

The chase went on, back and forth for what felt like hours but was really only ten minutes before tha pair found themselves slumped together back in the confines of the clearing. The were both breathing heavily, almost too tired now even to talk. Roman’s legs felt as though they were made from jelly, but he felt tired in the best way, after a good duel and a fun chase. He was just about ready to go back to the commons and make a cup of tea, maybe put on a couple episodes of Avatar and relax on the sofa. Maybe he could even drag some of the others into watching with him.

For now he just smiled, getting his breath back as he leant against Remus, who was doing just the same. Roman extended his fist to his brother.

“A tie?” Roman offered, Remus looked at him for a second.

“Just this once,” Remus answered, returning the fist bump, “But we both know I won, really.”

“Oh no, absolutely not,” Roman shook his head, “I totally won that.”

“Uhh I dunno what duel you were taking part in bro, but I definitely won that one.” Remus argued, Roman gasped.

“Right!” Roman yelled, he was putting his foot down, here and now! “You’re not allowed into my totally exclusive, invite only, absolutely awesome cartoon binge session later.”

“What so I can’t make stupid sex jokes and freak out Patton?” Remus whined, he didn’t really care for movie nights anyway, they never watched anything he liked, he’d happily play it up, though, “You’re cruel, Roman.”

“Nope, you’re not allowed in,” Roman said, crossing his arms for emphasis, “Not unless you agree that I won.”

Remus stared at him for a very long, unblinking second, and Roman was just starting to feel a little uneasy when Remus extended a hand.

“Ok ok, it’s a tie,” Remus said, “good?”

“...fine,” Roman said, shaking his hand, “Now c’mon, let’s go back, I’m tired..”

“Okay okay,” Remus said rolling his eyes, and then just a whisper, quiet enough that Roman only just heard it, “I still won though.”

Safe to say they were wrestling each other almost the entire way back from the imagination.

Remus was still allowed into Roman’s totally exclusive cartoon binging session, though, because he was just so nice like that.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #creativitwins #roman sanders #remus sanders #ts roman #ts remus #rowans writings

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willowaudreykeyes · 4 years

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*falls down stairs and lands in the back of an aeroplane that goes to its max height before someone straps a parachute to my back and pushes me out and i scream very loudly as i fall but i pull the parachute at the right time and i crash through your living room window with grace and pizzaz only to stumble over my feet and land face first on your carpet-*

ROMANTIC/QPR INTRULOGICAL WITH BEST FRIEND LOGINCE AND SUPPORTIVE TWINS IS FUCKING AMAZING DON’T @ ME

*skedaddles out your front door leaving $20 behind because it fell out of my pocket*

#dont ask me what this is because i am unsure...#romantic intrulogical mention #qpr intrulogical mention #platonic logince mention #supportive creativitwins mention #me being a dumbass #tw caps

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moonlit-flowerfield · 2 years

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Hows the rswr au like?

What's your favorite part if it?

Are Roman and Remus still related?

(I am so checking all of them when I get black home)

A three-fer!

And just in time too.

So my favourite part of the RSWR AU is probably the custom classes I made a few of the sides. Plus it's so vast and shrouded in mystery, even if Thomas and AJ don't add the other Sides canonically, that it works almost perfectly for an AU. (Heck, for all we know, AJ's planned stories in case Thomas wants to do the other sides as characters after Roman's series.)

As for are the Creativitwins still siblings, yes! (This might change depending on how things work with Roman's mother in Canon to the game, however) Right now, I have it set as this. Ryker, as a young paladin on a journey, met a young Bardess who he slowly fell in love with. The bardess loved Ryker, and agreed to settle down after marriage because she was going to have kids. However, she wanted badly to go back on the road once able, while Ryker thought that was the worst idea with two young kids. Eventually, while the twins were about 2, Bardess and Ryker got into their like 100th argument about it. She got fed up with Ryker being so protective over her and their kids, that she said she was leaving, and taking them [Roman and Remus] both with. Ryker was deviated and after about three more hours of arguing, got her to leave one with him. She said that if Roman grew up to be like Ryker and became her enemy, she wouldn't hesitate to do what she must and left with Remus. Thus, the twins don't know of each other since they were separated at suck a young age. Bardess told Remus he had more family than just a mother and father, but never elaborated.

To briefly cover the other sides:

- Logan, human wizard in training. He grew up knowing Remus, since Re's mother ended up traveling with his parents. His familiar is a Tawny Owl named Tawns (named by Remus).

-Patton, Wood Elf Druid. His family often found themselves living in the forest as animals, since that's a trait of the Druid class. Patton grew up overtly friendly and absolutely will trust faster than Roman does. He's basically a new adult in wood elf years and has a younger sister who's the definition of ditzy who found a lyre once from where a battle happened, and is training herself to be a bard until she can attend a Bard College.

- Janus, Yuan-Ti Pureblood Rogue. Janus was abandoned at a young age, just after learning how to defend himself. Unlike Yuan-Ti Abominations (who look more serpent like), he can for the most part blend in due to mostly human attributes. He's never seen without his "little brother", Virgil. Janus very much has high trust issues.

-Virgil, Cat Folk rogue. Virgil never knew his parents, and after some dumbasses who really didn't care about things burnt down the orphanage he was staying at (no casualties, around 10 minor injuries on the adults who worked there), he ran off. Terrified and scared, he ran into Janus, who immediately knew how to help the anxiety-ridden child and even took him in as a sibling. Janus taught Virgil all he knows, and now the two are quite the pair of trouble makers. They often steal and break the law to survive.

If I ever end up adding Emile and Sleep, it'll b after way more research. Obviously Thomas isn't a part of this AU, due to him kinda being the Player for Roman.

#sanders sides #patton sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #RSWR au #janus sanders

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candied-peach · 4 years

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ao3: “rainbow ink” rating: T warnings: soulmate au, sympathetic deceit, sympathetic remus, DRLAMP, creativitwins genre: angst with a happy ending description: Roman just wants his twin to be happy. That’s all he wants. (for anon prompt: "Romantic DRLAMP soulmates? (Platonic creativetwins ofc) and usually when I see that ships it's Virgil or Deciet who doesn't write to his soulmates but how about Roman? He pretends not to have them because Remus already has them as his soulmates and he doesn't want to steal that from him? Angst with a happy ending?")

The first time Roman sees familiar purple ink flowing across his arm, he thinks it's a mistake. It has to be. He's seen that particular shade of purple on Remus's skin too often for it to be a coincidence. It's only further confirmed when, as he hastily yanks his sleeve down, Remus bursts into his room to tell him that he's going to the coffee shop to people watch and be weird. Just like his soulmate- Virgil- said.

Roman swallows hard, the lump in his throat only intensifying at the unabashed happiness shining in his twin's eyes. He doesn't say a word about the damning purple words drizzled across his skin- doesn't even think about writing back- just wishes Remus a safe trip and tries to pretend that the pain in his lungs is from a developing asthma attack.

The second time he sees dark and light blue ink scrawling across his wrist, he thinks someone must be playing a sick joke on him. It's not fair. Logan and Patton are also Remus's soulmates. Is Roman so cursed that he can't have anything to himself?

But the jealousy, teeming just beneath the surface, makes his throat tighten. He holes himself up in his room, pretending to be asleep when Remus bursts in.

"I'm going to wreak havoc at the library," Remus announces, like Roman hasn't already seen their plans scribbled in round letters and blocky script.

"Cool," Roman mumbles into his pillow, trying to sound foggy with sleep, not heartbroken. "Have fun."

"I will," Remus assures him. "And Janus might come, too! Virgil said he's gotta study, though." As if on cue, Roman can almost feel the spiky gold script etch itself into his forearm.

"Just try not to be arrested," Roman says, turning his face so Remus can't see the tears that have started to prick the corners of his eyes.

"No promises!" Remus says cheerfully. As soon as the front door of their shared apartment closes, Roman buries his face in his pillow and cries, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. This goes beyond even the cruelties of fate he could have ever dreamed up. He shares all of Remus's soulmates.

And he refuses to say a word. He's never seen his twin so happy as when he's with them. Logan, Patton, Virgil, and Janus, the latest. Janus is shy, perpetually wearing a hat around them, tugging the brim down as if it can hide the psoriasis that plagues one side of his face. The way his face lights up when he debates philosophy with a ruffled Logan. Patton's sunniness and platters of heart-shaped pancakes. Virgil's purple hair and anxiety and constantly playing emo music. Remus fits like the final piece of the puzzle, discussing the finer points of arson with Janus, listening to cephalopod facts and true crime podcasts with Logan, splattering paint on a canvas with Virgil and splattering cupcake batter with Patton.

Roman would be an outcast puzzle piece, the occasional broken one that comes from another puzzle entirely and can never find a place to fit in, not even along the edges.

Weeks pass. He starts to wear long sleeves and high necks, trying to hide the rainbow-hued proof from his sharp-eyed twin. He withdraws into himself, no matter how much he tries to stop it. What else is he to do? He's an actor, but he's not that good. He doesn't know if anyone could be that good, to know they can never, ever have what they've longed for their entire life, to watch it happening right in front of their eyes to someone who deserves it so, so much, but-

That's it, isn't it? Roman reflects, huddled on his bed and watching Avatar the Last Airbender through for the third time. 'But.' He feels the tingle of more writing on his wrist, but ignores it. It's not for him, after all. It will never be for him. There will be no gentle affirmations written in Patton's light blue script, no blocky exhortations to do his classwork or go to bed earlier from Logan. Virgil won't offer a mix tape and Janus won't cheer him up with snake-themed puns. They think they're friends and they are, but they have no idea they're more than that, and Roman refuses to tell them anything else.

His door bangs back on its hinges, bouncing off the wall, and Roman looks up in irritated alarm, ready to chastise his twin-

When he realizes that not only has Remus come in, he's brought reinforcements. Virgil, Janus, Logan, and Patton stand there next to Remus, and any annoyed words Roman might have said dry up in his throat.

"Something's wrong with you," Remus says, without preamble. "And I wanna know what."

"Nothing," Roman tries to deny, but he knows that no one will believe it. He looks a dilapidated mess, a far cry from his usual put-together self. He doesn't know when he slid down so fast.

"You and I both know that's a lie," Janus murmurs. He's not wearing a hat for once, and his hair is an unruly mass of curls Roman wishes he could run his fingers through. "You've been avoiding Remus-"

"You've been avoiding all of us," Virgil speaks up next. His shoulders are hunched, his fingers occupied with a purple fidget cube. "Did- did we do something wrong?"

"No!" Roman blurts out, before he even knows what he's saying. "No," he repeats. "You- you haven't done anything at all, it's- it's just me." He swallows, painfully aware all of a sudden that his sleeve has slipped down and dark blue writing is now visible.

Dark blue could be anyone, don't draw attention to it-

"Is it your soulmate?" Logan, because of course it's Logan, asks.

"Um," Roman hedges, inelegant. Remus bounds over to the bed, yanking Roman's sleeve up before he can stop him.

"I will be right up," Remus reads, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "But that's-" He looks at his own arm, at Logan's neat handwriting.

"Roman?" Patton asks hesitantly. "Is- is Logan your soulmate, too? Is that why you've been avoiding us?" An easy out, and yet one that will fall apart at the slightest touch. Roman trembles, feeling like a leaf in a vigorous breeze.

"I-" He croaks. "Um- not exactly."

"What do you mean, not exactly?" Janus asks. Roman flinches, although he knows it's a perfectly reasonable question. If only there was a perfectly reasonable answer.

"Not just Logan," he whispers, staring down into his lap. "It- I'm so sorry, Remus, it's everyone-" The tears that have prickled the corners of his eyes since Remus touched his sleeve spill over, tracing down familiar tracks.

"But why is that a bad thing?" Remus asks, still looking utterly perplexed. "Ro, what's wrong?"

"They're your soulmates," Roman repeats. "And you've been so happy- I don't belong with that-"

"Who says?" Logan questions. "Shouldn't that be up to us to determine?"

"I- I don't know," Roman stammers. "Maybe?"

"I don't have a problem with another soulmate," Patton says, giving Roman an encouraging smile. "I want to get to know you better, Roman. As more than just your friend. Is that okay?"

Roman's eyes dart to Remus's face, suddenly brimming with unconcealed panic. Remus plops down on the bed next to him, wrapping him up in a tight, slightly odd-smelling hug.

"You dumbass," Remus hisses in his ear. "You deserve to be happy, too, you know. I want you to be happy. You being unhappy has made me really unhappy."

"It has?" Roman asks in a tiny voice.

"Of course it has," Remus says, giving him a shove. "You're my twin, asshole, I care about you. I don't care if we share soulmates."

Roman takes a deep breath, then shoves up both sleeves, up to the elbow, revealing a rainbow cacophony littering his lower arms.

"We talk a lot," Virgil observes. Roman lets out a shaky laugh.

"You do," he says. "But I- I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world."

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djpurple3 · 4 years

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I Just Keep Losing My Beat - Chapter 22

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 - Chapter 21

what’s up it’s me ya boi in a bad state of mind but that’s fine - sorry for ghosting yall for a month here’s another chapter

Relationships: Platonic Creativitwins. Eventual Intrulogical. Do NOT tag as r*mr*m if u value ur molars.

Characters: Remus Sanders; Roman Sanders; kid!Deceit (called William) Sanders; kid!Virgil Sanders; OCs; Logan Sanders; kid!Patton Sanders; teen!Sleep/Remy (nb!Remy), Emile Picani.

Genre: Human AU, Single Dad AU, Slowburn, hurt/comfort, both angst & fluff

Chapter’s Wordcount: 2,200ish words [under the cut]

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of Sickness/Illnesses, Direct Mentions of Past Abuse, Dissociation.

Chapter 22/?

Chapter 22 not the bees!!!!!

Roman followed the doctor’s orders to the letter. They managed to get the bloodtest done quickly as well, and in to pick up Remus’ medication. Then Roman drove Remus to his work, and marched him in the door, and made him hand the note over to Jamie, who was vaguely bemused and thoroughly relieved.

“All sorted,” she said with a smile. “The only thing that’d upset me now is if you didn’t get better.”

Remus smiled back, shoulders sagging. “I’ll do my best, boss,” he said with a mock-salute.

“You better,” Jamie warned, hands on her hips. “Scarlett will never forgive either of us otherwise.”

“Do I hear Remus?” Scarlett came barrelling out of the break room, eyes lit up with relief, and she basically leapt over the counter to hug him.

“Ap!” Remus chided, turning his head away. “Careful now, apparently I had pneumonia."

“Oh shit!” Scarlett exclaimed.

“Oh shit indeed,” Jamie frowned. “And I don’t trust the way you worded that, young man.”

Remus raised an eyebrow at her.

“I am older than you,” Jamie shook her head firmly. “Now go home, you imbecile. It’s good to see you in one piece, but I want it to stay that way, okay?”

“Roger that,” Remus said tiredly, and let Roman all but lead him out of the store.

They went home, and Remus was led to the couch. The next thing Remus knew, Roman was shaking him awake for dinner and medicine time.

And that was how the rest of the week went for Remus. Sleeping, being woken up for food and medicine and a tall cup of water, more sleeping. He took some of currently few conscious hours to draft a letter of resignation for his weekend job and sent it off to Frank with great satisfaction.

---

They decided to keep Tan on, as not only were they doing wonders for William’s schoolwork, the two of them got along like a house on fire, and so twice a week, Wednesday evenings and Saturday mornings became the regular time.

When she arrived on Saturday, Roman opened the door, and the first thing Tan saw when they stepped inside was Remus thoroughly zonked out on the couch.

“Don’t mind him,” Roman said idly, closing the door behind them as Tan stared. “He’s recovering.”

“I did think he looked like a walking zombie,” she shrugged, wandering over the table. “Doesn’t he have work?”

“Doctors’ orders,” Roman tapped the side of this nose knowingly. “He’s off work until he gets over his pneumonia.”

“Pneumonia?!”

“Yeah,” Roman shook his head. “The dumbass walked home in the rain one night, and got sick. And then didn’t tell me he got sick. And then got worse.”

William thundered downstairs with his schoolbag in his arms. Or, he got a few steps down the stairs when he realised his dad was passed out on the couch, before he stopped dead, and switched to creeping down silently, step by step, eyes flicking to Remus’ face every few seconds.

“Is Da okay?” he asked very, very quietly, shuffling close to Roman’s legs and looking up at him nervously.

“Yeah,” Roman said, ruffling William’s hair in the way Remus always did as William clutched at his trousers, smiling as warmly as he could. “He’s just tired from being so sick. By getting lots of sleep, he should be getting better quicker!”

William relaxed a little (but only a little), and he turned and took Tan’s hand, leading her towards the kitchen table silently, still shooting looks towards the couch every so often. Tan followed William’s lead, and stayed quiet all morning.

When Remus woke, he levered himself upright and blinked to awareness to the sound of lowered voices. He shifted, swinging his legs into a sitting position and grumbling quietly, rubbing his eyes. He needed to stop falling asleep on the couch. It wasn’t good for his back.

The conversation in the background died away, and Remus glanced over to see Tan was there, at the table with William (because oh, yes! He forgot it was Saturday). William, who looked like he’d trailed off mid-thought, clamping his jaw closed as he stared at Remus, glued to the spot and shrinking in on himself a little. What? Remus glanced down at himself, wondering what he’d done, when- “Oh,” he mumbled to himself. “Shit.”

William bowed his head and turned back to his work, but it was under the pretence of being busy, of not staring, of not goading anything on. Tan was glancing between the two of them, concern flickering in their eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Remus called quietly, and Tan was about to brush it off nonchalantly, when William glanced back with big, wide, afraid, eyes, and Remus slowly rose to his feet with his hands in the air, showing they were empty, his face earnest as he tried to prove that he wasn’t upset or angry.

“I’m going to go into the laundry for a bit,” he said quietly. “You’re fine, Will, I promise.”

The two young people watched Remus quickly and calmly cross the room, keeping his hands up, before Remus stepped into the laundry and closed the door behind him.

William visually relaxed. Tan frowned in confusion (and worry), but after a beat of silence, picked up where she left off.

---

Remus took a moment to close his eyes and grimace, before knocking himself on the forehead with another hissed curse. How could he be so careless? That was such a stupid slip up. No wonder Will was freaked out. He couldn’t keep his eyes squeezed shut for long, not without hearing the smashing of glass ringing in his memory, and Remus hurried out the door into the backyard before he made any sounds that William might still be able to hear.

Slumping into the old decorative park bench Roman had gotten at some antique store years ago, Remus stared at the back fence dully. He was going to stay outside for a bit, give William space. He always needed a bit of space after these kinds of scares, especially from the authority figure who triggered it. Sometimes, Remus was his refuge. Sometimes, Remus was the problem. And Remus was getting better at figuring out which was which nowadays.

It was cold outside today. The sun was up, but the wind was cold and the air was crisp, and it settled around him like a frost. A rational, reasonable part of Remus reminded him that he was still recovering from the last time he spent too much time out in the cold, and he didn’t even have a jacket. But he’d rather freeze to death than upset his son again. So… He sat.

Some time ticked past. Remus was always terrible at keeping time. And he’d left everything inside, he had no way of entertaining himself other than his terrible, terrible thoughts, and he just crossed his arms over his belly and curled in on himself a little. He’d spent many hours out on the porch at home in all kinds of weather as he had puttering around silently in the kitchen or the bathroom, waiting for Marie to calm down, just as much time as William spent silent in his room or silent doing homework at the kitchen table, both doing their best to be invisible, and mostly succeeding.

At some point, there was a distant wailing, but Remus couldn’t pull himself from his thoughts. He was aware of everything, and nothing. He could feel the breeze shifting the hairs on his forearms. He could feel the skin on the back of his neck prickling. He could feel time slipping by, but he had no idea how much.

Some time later, the back sliding door opened, and Roman, bundled up in a puffa jacket with a blanket thrown over his shoulder and a fully bundled up Virgil in his arms stepped out into the backyard too, with tired eyes. “Hi,” he said.

Remus didn’t turn to greet him. But he did make a sound of acknowledgement in the back of his throat, so that was as good as they were going to get. He listened to the trundle of the sliding door closing, followed by slow footsteps, before a warm body sat down next to him on the bench, and something soft and heavy settled around his shoulders, ripping a shiver out of him.

“It’s been two hours,” Roman said quietly, and he may have leant forward, trying to get into Remus’ line of vision, but Remus’ eyes were unfocussed, and the words didn’t exactly register. There was the sound of cooing, of Virgil repeating something. Roman said something again, something that almost sounded like his name, and it wasn’t until something warm, heavy and squirmy was placed in Remus’ lap did he really come back to himself.

Oh. There was a baby in his lap and a hand on his shoulder. He cleared his throat carefully and blinked a few times, shivering again, before finally turning to Roman. “Sorry,” Roman said quietly. “He wanted your attention and I could only hold him for so long before he was going to successfully escape.”

He meant Virgil. Virgil, who had happily settled against his chest; adorable in his baby-sized beanie and fluffy coat and little boots and mittens. Remus wrapped his arms around his son more securely, shifting in his seat, but still didn’t say anything. Roman looked at him, and finally, Remus met his gaze. Roman’s eyes were questioning; gentle but searching, and Remus had no answers for him at the moment.

So Roman just smiled as bravely as he could, and leant forward to properly wrap the blanket around Remus and Virgil. “You okay?” he asked quietly. “...It’s too cold for you to be out here, you know.”

Remus shrugged, and, after a moment’s hesitation, leant towards Roman wordlessly. Roman settled back immediately, wrapping an arm around his brother and letting Remus rest his head on Roman’s shoulder, accepting Remus’ silence for what it was. He didn’t even say anything when Remus started crying.

Remus was glad.

---

Roman led the way inside as Tan was packing up to leave, and Remus shuffled in with his head ducked and Virgil in his arms, who had fallen asleep against his chest. William looked up as he entered, and he smiled at him. Remus blanked for a second, before tentatively smiling back. He let Roman wrangle the sleeping Virgil out of his arms, and tugged the blanket around his shoulders a little tighter.

As Tan finished packing up, they shouldered their bag, they cleared her throat, and caught Remus’ attention. “Mister Sanders,” she said formally. “Would you mind walking me to the gate?”

Remus rolled his shoulders and nodded, fiddling with the blanket, before he realised walking to his gate in a blanket might not look great. Well, he was sick, he could do whatever he liked.

He smiled and gestured for them to lead the way, and as they ambled down the garden path, Tan turned to him. “Earlier,” she said seriously. “William got pretty freaked out.”

“Yes,” Remus agreed, closing his eyes.

“I know this isn’t my place,” Tan said, and there was a hint of nervousness that made Remus open his eyes again, and Tan’s expression was resolute. “But I need to know. Is he... safe?”

Remus blinked. “You’re asking if I’m hurting him?” he clarified in a small voice.

Tan rolled their shoulders. “I guess,” they replied, equally as hesitant. “I… No one gets that flighty in everyday life, sir, and if-”

“William was abused by his mother,” Remus cut in, stopping Tan’s clumsy, well-intended ramble in its tracks. “A-and… Um…”

He rubbed the back of his neck as Tan’s eyes widened, and she clutched at the strap of their bag. “I see,” they acknowledged. “...Sorry.”

“Honestly?” Remus said, catching her eye and making Tan look at him. “I find it very reassuring that you noticed, and you asked me, because most people would ignore it. I realise some of it looks bad, especially with my behaviour, but…”

“You don’t have to explain,” Tan rushed, flushing with shame. “I’m sorry for accusing you. I just...”

Remus waved it off.

“I’ve hardly seen Will so open, as when he’s spending time with you,” he shrugged. “You, and Remy, and I think he has a couple friends at school, too, but not much. This is good for him. William’s never had a lot. And we’re trying to fix that, because he deserves the world, y’know?”

There was a wet glint in Tan’s eye, and Remus turned away at the sight. It was making his throat go tight. It almost looked like pity.

“Well!” he said, far too chipper for the conversation they’d just had. “Here’s your pay. Thank you for coming, get home safe, okay? Do you need a ride?”

“Oh, no,” Tan said quickly, accepting the envelope from Remus. “I drove here, I’m all good.”

“Great,” Remus smiled, clasping his hands. “See you next week, Tan.”

“Seeya, Mister Sanders,” Tan nodded back, and Remus wandered back up to his front door, turning to check that Tan got into their car, before going back inside and closing the door behind him.

--- --- ---

well. howdy. again, sorry for disappearing. another vaguely bleak chapter for the road ig lmao.

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heavenly-roman · 4 years

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Sibling Culture™️

Plot: A series of events in which Roman and Remus enact peak Sibling Culture™️

Warnings: swearing, mild sexual references (aka remus being remus), a lil bit of insecurity and sibling rivalry, sympathetic remus

Pairing(s): creativitwins, mentioned/implied intruality, mentioned/implied roceit

Word Count: 1634

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Taglist: @emo-disaster @shitpost-sides @gattonero17

(ao3 link!!!)

+++

The incessant knocking on Roman’s door persists, despite Roman calling for whoever it is (Remus, definitely Remus), to come in.

After another forty-five seconds of knocking, of which Roman seriously contemplates jumping out the window, the door swings open. Remus stands there, not making a noise, until Roman groans and looks at him.

His brother is t-posing - Roman genuinely considers closing the door in his face.

“What are you doing?” Roman asks.

“Simple.” Remus responds, keeping his position. “I’m t-posing in your doorway to establish dominance as the better twin.”

“You’re not the better twin.”

Remus makes an offended noise, and Roman watches him carefully. Normally, the younger twin would make some sort of offended or crude gesture. Today, however, he is unmoving. “I am clearly the better twin, as I am currently t-posting and establishing my dominance. Try to keep up, Ro.”

“Is that all you wanted?” Roman sighs.

“Oh, dinner’s ready too,” Remus shrugs and walks away, leaving the door wide open. Bewildered, Roman follows.

+++

H. Duke (9:31pm): roman

H. Duke (9:32pm): roman!!

H. Duke (9:34pm): romAN

H. Duke (9:34pm): ROMAN

H. Chandler (9:35pm): WHAT DO YOU WANT REMUS

H. Duke (9:37pm): i lost the game >:D

H. Chandler (9:38pm): i will END YOU

+++

Roman sighs and reluctantly knocks on Remus’ door, calling to him, “Remus, can you help me?”

“Depends,” Remus swings the door open, mischievous smirk gracing his lips. “What do you want, and what can you do for me?”

Holding out his notebook and textbook, Roman explains, “can you check that my answers are right? I can’t be in the musical if I fail math again.”

Remus gives him an expectant look, so he continues, “I’ll do your laundry for a week.”

“A month.”

“Two weeks.”

“Deal,” Remus nods and holds out his hand to shake. Roman shakes it, then hands the books to his brother, who promptly flops down into his desk chair. Roman stands anxiously as Remus compares their homework, hope growing in his stomach when Remus looks up at him with a soft smile and nods.

“They look good, Ro,” he stands, giving the books back to his twin. “You’re getting the hang of it, I’m proud of you.”

“Oh, uh, thank you, Re.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Remus shrugs. “Now get out of my room, I’m playing Minecraft.”

+++

H. Duke (11:37am): hey beefbrain are u going out for lunch?

H. Chandler (11:38am): yes why?

H. Duke (11:39am): bring me back a cheeseburger

H. Chandler (11:41am): why would I do that??? you literally just called me beefbrain???

H. Duke (11:42am): remember that time I proofread your math homework so you could audition for the wizard of oz?

H. Chandler (11:43am): ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

H. Chandler (11:43am): extra onion right?

+++

Roman skips up the stairs, shrugging his backpack off as he opens his bedroom door. Flicking on the light, he holds back a scream as he notices Remus lounging on his bed.

“Ah, Roman King, so nice of you to join me.”

“What are you doing in my room, Remus?” Roman rolls his eyes and closes the door. He crosses his arms over his chest as Remus stands.

“Let me paint you a picture, dear brother,” Remus begins dramatically pacing around the room - it’s times like this Roman can truly see the resemblance. “You see, I entered your room in pursuit of one thing, and one thing only - your white crop top with the skull on it.”

“In the hamper.”

“Thank you. But while looking in your closet, I found something. Any guesses?”

Roman sighs, “Your green army jacket?”

“My green army jacket!” Remus pulls the coat from behind his back and holds it up for the older twin to see. “Anything to say for yourself, thief?”

“Remus, you literally just admitted to coming in here to steal a shirt of mine. I think I’m allowed to borrow a jacket.”

“Nuh uh, I have a right as your younger sibling to steal your clothes.”

“You’re only twenty minutes younger than me?”

“Doesn’t matter, still my birth right.”

“Fine,” Roman slumps down onto his bed. “Take the shirt, and wash it before you give it back?”

“You’re doing my laundry for the next week and a half so i think you’ll be washing it.”

+++

H. Chandler (10:03am): hey

H. Chandler (10:03am): wizard of oz auditions are today at lunch

H. Duke (10:05am): and? why should I care?

H. Duke (10:06am): wait wait I get it

H. Duke (10:06am): break a leg I guess

H. Chandler (10:11am): not what I was getting at, but thank you

H. Chandler (10:12am): you should audition

H. Chandler (10:12am): I think you’d make a great wizard

H. Duke (10:15am): ur hilarious

H. Duke (10:15am): absolutely not

H. Chandler (10:17am): why not?

H. Duke (10:17am): I have no talent

H. Duke (10:18am): you’re the one mom and dad are super proud of, remember?

H. Chandler (10:21am): Remus, shut up. You’re one of the most talented people I’ve ever met

H. Chandler (10:22am): you’re related to me, afterall

H. Chandler (10:22am): mom and dad are proud of you too, by the way

H. Duke (10:25am): fine

H. Chandler (10:27am): fine????

H. Duke (10:28am): fine, i’ll audition, but only to get you off my back

H. Chandler (10:32am): love you too!!!

H. Duke (10:33am): you’re also buying me lunch

+++

The auditorium door barely closes behind him before Roman is bombarding him with questions.

“How did it go? What did they say? How do you feel? What-”

“Roman.”

“Sorry.

Remus motions for them to walk as he begins speaking, “It went well, I guess. They said I was ‘very promising’, whatever that means.”

“Remus, that’s amazing!” Roman exclaims. He fishes his car keys from his pocket and unlocks the door, sliding into the driver’s seat. “This calls for celebratory milkshakes.”

“We only do that when you get the role, dumbass.”

“But I know that you’re going to!”

“Look, Ro, I-” Remus sighs, turning in the passenger seat to face his brother. “Don’t get my hopes up, okay? The audition… felt good, yeah, but that doesn’t mean anything. I’ve seen you study really hard for tests and feel good about them and then fail, you know? Feeling good does nothing, and I barely prepared for it.”

The silence in the car was thick, both of them sitting in the truth of Remus’ words, before Roman speaks up again.

“Well,” He says, starting the car. “I guess we really do need those shakes.”

+++

H. Chandler (4:46pm): stop talking to patton, he’s my friend not yours

H. Duke (5:07pm): sorry what was that? I was busy getting my dick sucked by patton

H. Chandler (5:08pm): OH MY GOD

H. Chandler (5:08pm): TMI??????????????

H. Duke (5:10pm): kidding kidding

H. Chandler (5:11pm): oh thank god

H. Duke (5:13pm): i was sucking HIS dick

H. Chandler (5:14pm): REMUS WHAT THE FUCK

H. Duke (5:17pm): im kidding again

H. Duke (5:17pm): we’re studying, calm down

H. Chandler (5:18pm): don’t you EVER do that to me again

H. Duke (5:26pm): yeah whatever

H. Duke (5:26pm): i’ll stop hanging out with patton if you stop hanging out with dee

H. Duke (5:27pm): hE’s mY fRiEnD nOt YoUrS

H. Chandler (5:31pm): bold of you to assume dee and I are just friends

H. Chandler (5:32pm): but alright, I concede, as long as you never try to tell me about your real or imaginary sex life again

H. Duke (5:38pm): deal

+++

“They posted the cast list!” Roman jumps up and down in front of his brother. “Should we go check together?”

Remus grimaces, “I think I’m good, you can check it yourself.”

“Remus,” Roman frowns. “A wise man once told me to always receive news first hand, and that’s why he would never check cast lists for me.”

“You already know your news.” Remus picks at the olives in his salad.

“But you don’t know yours!” Roman insists.

“Roman.”

“Remus.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Check it for me.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“ Please .”

“Fine.” Remus pushes his chair out and stands. “But only to shut you up.”

“And that’s how you win the game, folks.”

Remus rolls his eyes and pushes past Roman who makes an offended noise and follows him. His steps become smaller as he grows closer to the auditorium door where the cast list is posted. Nervously, he asks, “Check it first?”

Roman nods sympathetically and makes his way to the door. “Do you want me to read it out loud?” He asks.

“Please.”

“Scarecrow: Roman King. Tin Man: Dee Lyre. Cowardly Lion: Patton Hart. The Wizard-”

“Wait,” Remus interrupts. “Let me read this one.”

“By all means.”

Remus takes a deep breath and reads the list, “The Wizard: Remus King.”

Roman cheers, and Remus joins in too. They’re practically screaming by the time they reach the cafeteria again, but no one bothers to stop them.

+++

H. Chandler (1:56pm): so, celebratory milkshakes after school?

H. Duke (1:59pm): you know it

H. Duke (2:00pm): oh and bring a mayo jar so I can put my shake in it and freak people out

H. Chandler (2:03pm): absolutely not, plans cancelled

H. Duke (2:04pm): :(

H. Chandler (2:08pm): ugh okay fine plans uncancelled but i'm not bringing a mayo jar

H. Duke (2:09pm): :D

H. Duke (2:09pm): and it’s fine i have my own

H. Chandler (2:11pm): not even gonna ask

H. Chandler (2:14pm): oh and remus?

H. Duke (2:15pm): yeah?

H. Chandler (2:21pm): I lost the game

#creativitwins #tag this as remrom and face my blade #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #roman sanders #implied intruality #implied roceit #are any of u surprised? i couldn't help myself ok #high school au #once again are any of u surprised? u shouldn't be #creativitwins fluff #bennie’s books

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izzyfandoms · 3 years

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Dukesleep - Blood

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

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Masterpost

Remy screamed when a pair of hands suddenly landed on his waist from behind him. He jumped forward, pulling away and spinning around to get a good look at his attacker.

He realised immediately that it was not an attacker. Instead, if was his boyfriend, Remus, who was grinning victoriously at him, as he had just successfully scared Remy.

Remus's hands were covered in something sticky and red - it looked like blood, but was probably fake.

Remy looked down at himself. There were two bright red handprints staining his favourite white t-shirt, and he let out a loud, offended gasp.

"Remus, what the fuck?!" He exclaimed.

"It's Halloween, baby! I had to scare you!"

"You did not have to scare me," Remy hissed. "And you didn't have to get bloody handprints on my shirt, either!"

Remus looked down at his hands, then at Remy's shirt, and then back at Remy's face.

He gave him a smile that was half sheepish, and half still mischievous.

"It's fake?"

"Yeah, I know it's fake, dumbass. But the stains are real!"

"I mean, you can take off your shirt."

Remy glared at Remus, though it was as half-hearted as it always was when he tried to glare at his boyfriend. He still loved him, even when Remus tried his best to annoy him.

"You're being an asshole, so you don't get to see me shirtless."

"But what if I took my shirt off?"

Remy thought about it for a moment, looking his boyfriend over and actually considering the offer.

"Maybe..."

Remus grinned. "And... what if I kissed you? Would you forgive me then?"

Remy also thought about that for a beat.

"If you wash your hands first," Remy finally decided.

"Deal."

#me #writing #dukesleep #intrusleep #rem2 #sanders sides #sanders shorts #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #remy sanders #sleep sanders #fluff #human au

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hetacon · 4 years

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Much Ado About Remus

Word Count: 1,614

Pairings: Platonic Dukexiety, Prinxiety, Creativitwins, Implied Demus

Warning: Swearing, sexual jokes, Remus-like ideas, mention of tearing one’s heart out of their chest, kissing, Roman is an oblivious dumbass, Virgil is a pining dumbass, and Remus is a dumbass dumbass who loves his dumbass brother

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Summary: Remus and Virgil may not get along but the one thing they have in common is that they love Roman. Both in different ways, mind you, and Remus tries to help Virgil deal with his own affections. It’s definitely interesting to say the least.

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Virgil sat on the back of the couch, watching movies with the rest of the sides and Thomas. Tonight had been Virgil’s pick and of course, The Nightmare Before Christmas was currently on, Sally’s Song playing. He couldn’t help it as he stared at Roman from his little pillow throne, the dork.

“Hey Virgil!” he heard whisper shouted next to his ear.

Virgil shrieked as he fell backwards, landing painfully on the ground behind the couch. He saw Remus looming over him with wide eyes and an excited smile.

“You alright kiddo?” Virgil heard Patton ask as the movie paused.

“Yeah yeah, keep watching, I’m fine!” he insisted quickly before glaring at Remus. “What the fuck do you need?”

“You want my brother to bone you?” Remus whispered excitedly, maybe a bit too much with the words he just spoke.

“What the fuck,” Virgil muttered. “What’s it to you?”

“You’re making goo-goo eyes at him, it’s disgusting. I want to help!”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “We’re not really friends you know. Why would you help me? Why would I accept it in any case?”

“Cause you have the hots for him and I can tell you’re a horny bitch about it too so why not!”

Virgil looked unamused and Remus pouted.

“He’s my brother,” Remus conceded. “Even if he’s sometimes kinda boring, I still want him to be happy and he’s a doofus who can’t see what’s two feet in front of him.”

With a sigh, Virgil looked up at him. “What would you know about romance?”

“I’ll have you know that I take two d’s every night like a good little boy!”

Virgil grimaced at that. “It’s a mystery why Deceit likes you.”

“Yes it is!”

“And again, why would I accept your help?”

“Because you maybe sorta actually still like me like the good old days?”

“No, I still despise you.”

“Eh, fair enough!”

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Somehow, Virgil found himself in Remus’ room, sitting on the one clutter-free part of the bed that Remus had cleared off for him. He watched as Remus sat across the room from him, smiling widely.

“Am I supposed to start? I wasn’t even going to tell him, you know,” Virgil said finally.

Remus snorted. “That’s why I’m helping! You’re just gonna fantasize about being his pretty little damsel in distress and boring romance shit like that if I don’t help. And then when I read your diary, it won’t be any fun-!”

Virgil’s head shot up. “You read my journal!?”

“So what better way to get you to stop being sappy and disgusting than by getting you laid?” Remus finished.

Virgil groaned, strongly tempted to hit his head against the wall. He managed to control himself enough to not do so, no easy feat for Remus’ room. “What do you suggest I do?”

“I was hoping you’d ask!” Remus said with a clap of his hands.

“That’s why I agreed to your help dumbass, it’s what you offered.”

“Shush, first idea! You go to his room, lie naked on his bed, and tell him to take you when he comes in!”

Virgil looked at Remus blankly.

“Scream at him to take you right where you stand!”

Still no good based on the look Virgil was sporting at it, even worse as another thought popped into his head.

“No? You could rip your heart out of your chest and give it to him as a symbol of your undying love!”

Remus only received an uncomfortable grimace. Closer but not quite.

“You’re so boring, mutilation and sex are fun!” Remus huffed out.

“I’m not tearing myself open or telling him to fuck me and you know it,” Virgil snapped. “Like, what does he like?”

“Lots of things! Adventure, saving damsels in distress from me, slaying dragon witches—that one’s my favorite, he makes it really gory—sour gummy worms, romance, swords, poetry, ceiling fans, sappy shit a lot of the time!”

“That was all just really random,” Virgil told him.

“Yep, that’s me!” Remus beamed. “But c’mon, it’s not that hard! Just tell him how horny and or sappy he makes you feel and then you can tell him to take you!”

“Alright, I’m leaving now,” Virgil said quickly, standing up.

“Suit yourself!”

“Er..” Virgil paused at the door, looking back to Remus. “Thanks.”

“For what?” Remus asked.

“Nothing, whatever.”

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Virgil held a piece of paper in his hand, looking at Remus with an unsure look. “Are you really sure I should do this? What if he doesn’t want to even talk to me anymore? What if he laughs at me!?” he shouted in Remus’ face, clinging to his shirt.

“If he doesn’t like you back, he’s clearly more stupid than I thought,” Remus told him.

Virgil looked at him for a second, blinking. “Wow.. That’s uh, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever-“

“Though to be fair, he’s just stupid in general so that’s not saying much!”

“You ruined it,” Virgil deadpanned, dropping him. He sighed as Remus only cackled on the floor.

“Enough enough,” Remus said, hitting Virgil’s ankle with his hand. “Go show him your disgustingly sappy poem!!”

Virgil took a deep breath and walked down the stairs to where Roman was on the couch, absentmindedly watching a Disney movie as he wrote ideas down on a notepad. Roman looked up to see Virgil holding a piece of lined paper in front of his face.

“What’s this?” Roman asked him, glancing up to see Virgil look away as he took it.

“Just read it before I pass out from embarrassment,” Virgil muttered to him.

Roman opened it up, reading it quietly to himself. He smiled. “It sounds nice, did you want my feedback on it, oh angsty one?” he asked.

Virgil never wanted to disappear more in his life and stupidly nodded, not willing to tell Roman the real reason for it. That was how he ended up sitting next to Roman on the couch, Roman telling him of things he liked about it, the meaning he gathered from it, ways to improve it should Virgil feel it needed to be.

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Virgil walked up the stairs in a daze and lied down on the floor in front of Remus. Remus snorted.

“I told ya, he’s dumb!” Remus sang out a little.

“I’m never going to do it, I’m never going to be able to confess to him, I’m going to be miserable for the rest of my life-“

“He’ll fuck you eventually!”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too~!”

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Attempt numbers 2 through 4 had failed miserably too and Virgil was close to giving up as Roman once again missed the point on attempt number 5. Heading towards his room, he grimaced to Remus again and Remus shrugged.

“He’s a dumbass you know, I didn’t think he was this stupid though! That’s usually my job if anything!”

Virgil thought about it for a moment before lighting up. “You’re right!” he shouted before hurrying to his room.

“Well geez, you didn’t have to agree with me,” Remus said but shrugged, sinking out.

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Virgil took a deep breath as he opened the front door, seeing Roman sitting on the porch. He held his guitar with a tense smile as Roman turned around and beamed at him.

“Hello my dark and stormy knight, how are you this fine evening?” Roman asked, stunning Virgil for a moment.

“Good, um, can I play something for you?” he asked, motioning to the acoustic guitar weakly.

Roman smiled more and scooted over on the doorstep, following Virgil’s gaze as he sat down.

Virgil gave a quick strum, tuning it a little to make sure it sounded ok. He strummed again, cursing as he dropped his pick.

He wasn’t even sure what he played as his nerves got to him. He knew he was playing, he knew he was singing, he knew that Roman was watching him.

He knew there was no turning back.

“I love you,” he heard himself say over the sound of blood rushing through his ears. It was a miracle it happened.

“Really? You mean that sincerely?” Roman asked.

Virgil only nodded before Roman was holding his chin up, asking his permission to kiss him. Virgil nodded once more and Roman’s lips were on his in seconds.

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“So, need another plan? I think I’ve got a good one this time!” Remus said as Virgil walked into his room.

Virgil sat on Remus’ bed, staring at the ground with probably the dumbest grin on his face. “I told him.”

“Without me? Ah, no fun!” Remus whined. “How’d you do it? Finally took my advice and ask for him to take you? Did he bang you?”

“I just- I just told him, just said I love him.”

“What? Boooooooring!”

Virgil laughed. “You said he couldn’t see what’s two feet in front of him so I just was upfront about it,” he said with a smile.

“Is it too late to go on the record and say this was a mistake? You’re sapping all over my bed!” Remus joked, only to be met with a pillow to the face as Virgil snorted.

“Shut up, God!!”

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“You’re welcome you know,” Remus grinned as he passed Roman in the hallway the next day.

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Taglist: @virgils-paranoia, @marshmallow-the-panda

#sanders sides #prinxiety #platonic dukexiety #creativitwins #virgil sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #implied dukeceit #stan writing

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loganslowdown4 · 1 year

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Remus: *drinks some kind of ‘everything’ milkshake, don’t ask me what’s in it, everything means everything*

Remus: Oh I HATE THIS

Remus: It’s revolting!

Roman: Do you want more?

Remus: Yes PLEASE!

#Roman probably made it for him as a joke to see if he’d drink it #I don’t know why he doubted him #thomas sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #ts roman #Remus sanders #ts remus #incorrect sanders sides #creativitwins #creativitwins being dumbasses

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emy-loves-you · 4 years

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Sanders Sides AU-gust Day 12: Crime

Roman is the son of wealthy mafia boss Romulus Prince. He's currently living across the country to pursue art. Roman hasn't told his boyfriend Janus about his family. After almost getting shot in his own apartment, the two learn that they've both kept some serious secrets from each other.

Roman POV, Roceit with Creativitwins

Day 11 | Masterlist | Day 13

“Hey, Janus. What time are you getting off today?”

“I should be home within the next twenty or so minutes. I hope our date is still on the table.”

“Yep, luckily they didn’t send me any work to take home. I’ve got some wine in the fridge and we could order some Thai later?”

“That sounds lovely. I’ll see you soon, dearest.”

“See you then.” Roman sighed as he pocketed his phone. Tonight was the night he’d tell Janus.

Tell Janus what, exactly? Well, that his name isn’t actually Roman Royale. Roman was actually Roman Prince, son of Romulus Prince. While that wouldn’t mean much to a New York civilian like Janus, it meant a lot to others. Mainly because Romulus Prince is a very powerful mafia boss. Roman had grown up with his father and twin brother in California. Once it became clear that Remus (Roman’s brother) would be the one inheriting the family business, Roman had expressed his desire to have a career in art. Romulus had relented after years of persuasion. So here Roman was, thousands of miles away from home, studying art at a local college with Janus, his boyfriend of four years. Roman trusted Janus with his life by this point, and he felt like it was only right to tell him of his heritage.

But Roman was nervous. This wasn’t something you could just casually bring up in a conversation. Would Janus break up with him? Or call the police on him? The options were endless. The last thing Roman wanted to do was lose Janus.

Maybe I could just never tell him. I technically never have to rejoin the family business. We could just live out our lives in peaceful ignorance forever. Roman thought as he unlocked the door to his and Janus’ shared apartment.

Only to feel a gun pressed against the back of his head.

“Drop the bag and get in the house. Now!” Roman felt numb as he followed the order, vaguely realizing that he’d also dropped his phone along with this satchel. His movements felt robotic as he made his way into the house, hearing the man shut the door behind them. The man pressed them into the living room, with Roman’s back still facing him. “Now, where is it?”

“Where’s what?” Roman ignored how flat his tone was. This wasn’t the first time he’d been held at gunpoint, but it was the first time that he didn’t have a definitive chance at escaping.

The man grunted. “The eye! Where. Is. The. Eye?”

Roman was confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” There’s nothing in this apartment that even vaguely resembles an eye, and Janus had never mentioned an eye before. What the hell was this guy talking about?

Roman felt the pressure of the gun on the back of his head disappear, but he knew it was still pointed at him. “You Princes think you’re real funny, don’tcha?” Roman tensed at the name, and the man laughed. “What, did you think this was some kind of petty robbery? I know who you are, Roman Prince. And I know you have the eye’s location. So. Where. Is. The. Eye?”

BAM!

Roman heard the man drop to the ground. He slowly turned around to see Janus standing there, pistol in hand. His face was slightly pinched, but his focus wasn’t on the body. It was on Roman. “What the hell?”

Roman tried to console Janus. “I know this looks bad, but I swear I was gonna explain eventually. I don’t even know how they found me.” Roman rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I didn’t want you to find out like this…”

Janus continued to stare at him for a moment before speaking. “You’re Roman Prince?” He sounded like he just guzzled a gallon of the sourest drink to ever exist.

Roman sighed. “Yeah…” Then his head snapped up. “Wait, you know who Roman Prince is?!”

Janus sighed, holstering his weapon. “You’re not the only one that’s been keeping secrets.” He gave the body a once-over before walking towards his bedroom. “Pack your essentials, we need to leave immediately.”

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Fifteen minutes later, the two of them were sitting in the back of someone else’s car. Janus had apparently called in for someone to give them a lift. Roman sighed. “Okay, so you’ve heard my secret, now it’s time to hear yours. How do you know about the Princes?”

Janus stared down at his gloves, refusing to meet Roman’s gaze but still keeping him in his peripheral. “I’m sure you’ve heard of The Sides?”

Roman nodded. The Sides were an infamous gang around here. They were small, having four known members that weren’t common lackeys, but powerful. It was rumored that the current governor was only elected because the other candidate disagreed with Deceit, the gang’s leader. The Princes didn’t have a lot of information on The Sides (they were on opposite ends of the country) but they had a neutral alliance from Romulus’ brief visits to New York.

Janus sighed. “Then the name Deceit should ring a few bells.”

Roman stared in shock. “Seriously?!” Janus nodded, and Roman laughed. “So the leader of The Sides and the heir of The Princes have been dating for four years and neither of us had any idea.”

Janus smiled. “It would seem that way.” There was a brief moment of silence. “I assume you understand why I kept this a secret.”

Roman nodded. “Yeah, and you know why I did too.” It was too dangerous to bring civilians into their lives. They both had enough targets on their backs already. “So, what happens now? Are we still…”

“Dating?” Roman nodded. “I hope so. I was intending on telling you at a later date. Now that I know that you have experience with this,” he gestured around vaguely. “Potentially continuing our relationship will be much easier.”

Roman leaned over and pressed his lips to Janus’. The kiss was short and sweet, but it still gave him butterflies the same way it did every time. When they pulled apart, Roman sighed. “Thank God. I thought you would wanna break up with me.”

Janus tilted his head. “Why?”

Roman snorted. “Because I’ve haven’t been associated with my family for over five years, and yet someone still found me. Speaking of which, I need to make some calls.” He turned to his phone, frowning at the new crack from where he’d dropped it. He dialed a number that he hadn’t used in years, yet still knew from memory.

“Welcome to Tea’s Tease, the best place for gossip and blow jobs! How may I-”

“Cut it out, Remington.” The person’s tone shifted immediately, going from high pitched and customer-service-y to terrified.

“Sorry, Remus! Thought it was a spam caller-”

“Wrong twin, dumbass.” Roman growled out, already starting to lose his patience.

“Roman? OMG, it’s been, like, forever! What’s going on, babes? Get any smokin’ hot man meat?”

“We’ll talk later, Remy. I need to talk to Dad right now.” The line went silent. “Hello?”

“Oh, sweet baby. You don’t know, do you?”

Roman sighed. “I obviously don’t, now what’s going on?”

“Ro… Boss died two weeks ago. He was found shot in his own office” Roman barely stopped himself from gasping. They all knew how serious this line of work was, but Romulus had always seemed… invincible. Roman ignored the sadness welling up in his chest. He’d mourn later.

“Okay, where’s Remus then?” Remus should be the new boss now. It would be a pain trying to get information out of him, but Roman could make it work.

“He’s been off the grid for over a month.” That shouldn’t have surprised Roman. Remus was always slipping off the grid for weeks at a time. Only Romulus knew where Remus would run off to. But that, combined with Romulus’ death? That wasn’t good. Roman had thought it was Remus that killed Romulus, but now it couldn’t be. Even if Romulus had done something to anger Remus, it would take a lot to warrant death. And Remus would have done something much messier than a bullet. And why hadn’t Remus come back to run the family? He’d been ecstatic to learn that he was being chosen over Roman. So why continue hiding? Unless…

“Remy, who’s the boss right now?”

“I’ll give you two hints: his name starts with a J and you hate his guts.” Jacob Smith. The bastard probably killed Romulus.

“Remy, why didn’t anyone contact me? My address was in the vault.” Romulus had a small vault in his office that held Roman’s address along with several other important members.

“The vault was empty when we checked it.” So either Romulus destroyed the information, or Jacob took it to prevent anyone from contacting him. That’s how they found me.

“Remy, Jacob can’t know that you talked to me.”

Remy snorted. “Of course. You know everyone here hates Jacob’s guts.”

“Okay, one last question before I hang up. Has anyone been talking about an ‘eye’ of some sort?”

“Hmm… Nope, not that I can think of. But I’ll check the rumor mill later.”

“Okay. If you hear anything about an eye or Remus’ location, call me immediately. I’ll check in later.”

“Alrighty, Ro! I’ll get you to spill your tea later. Bye!”

Roman sighed, dropping the phone in the seat next to him. He started talking to himself. “Let me get this straight-”

Janus snorted. Roman had forgotten he was there “Good luck with that.”

Roman continued. “My Dad’s dead. Remus is missing. Knowing them, along with what that guy back at the apartment was saying, Dad probably knew about the ‘eye,’ whatever it is. He probably told Remus about it too, which is why he hasn’t come out of hiding. Jacob Smith is now head of the family, people are after me, and my boyfriend’s Deceit.” He sighed. “So all I have to do is figure out what this ‘eye’ is, find Remus, avenge my father’s death, and kill Jacob. Sounds simple enough.” He looked over to Janus hopefully. “You’ll help a boyfriend out, won’t you?”

Janus thought for a moment before sighing. “You’re so lucky I love you.” He smiled as Janus continued. “New York has gotten pretty boring lately. I might even bring the other Sides with me for assistance. We can make a vacation out of it.”

#sanders sides #AU_gust_2020 #crime au #roceit #roman sanders #Janus Sanders #remus sanders #remy sanders #king romulus

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ephemeral-afterlight · 5 years

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Day 15: Scars

(I know you think you’re alone.)

Whumptober 2019 Day 15: Scars

Word Count: 2458

Relationships: Creativitwins (familial) NOT remrom don't tag as remrom or i'll steal your bones and use them to make Halloween decorations

Warnings: Self-harm (c/tting, it doesn't actually happen but it is referenced outright many times. there is mild/non-graphic description of it as well, and scars are referenced multiple times too), mention of self-hatred, mentions of emotional breakdowns, cursing, mild inappropriate language. Lmk if I forgot any!

A/N: i'm not too upset about this one! it's not my best, but it's certainly not my worst. can y'all tell i love writing creativitwins brother dynamic?

dedicated to @illogical-anxieties. love you, dumbass ♥

There’s something calming about running your fingers across the raised lines, about observing the streaks of light painted thin on your skin. It has an almost soothing effect, at least for Roman, and despite the irony of it, hyperfixating on those scars can help prevent him creating more. And creation, being such a prevalent aspect in his function as a side, is definitely not a force to be reckoned with. So he counteracts it the only way he knows how, runs his fingertips softly along the ridges on his forearms, and just breathes. Usually.

Except right now, as he sits here huddled in the corner of his room, it’s not working. It’s not doing what it should be, isn’t tempering his hyperventilation, isn’t nullifying the pain echoing in his heart. Roman doesn’t know what to do. He’s tried hydrating, splashing cold water on his face, holding an ice cube to his skin, and singing Disney songs to distract himself, but nothing is working. Everything feels tense right now, dangerous after his fourth breakdown this week, and he just… wants this all to end.

Roman doesn’t want to feel like this anymore. He doesn’t want to have the urge to dig into his skin, to take a blade to his shoulder until the apathy comes to drown his self-hatred. He doesn’t want to feed his addiction, to give up this easily, but… he yearns. He yearns so deeply for that cold, unforgiving brush on his fragile canvas, for the numbness that comes with it.

He’s in the bathroom rummaging through his drawers like a madman before he even realizes what he’s doing.

And maybe he should think this through more, try harder to resist, but it’s so tempting. He isn’t just helpless toward his relapse, he wants it, and for the first time in seven months, a silver edge comes within an inch of his marred skin. But of course, of course he forgot to lock the door, and his brother barges in the room without a single knock or warning beforehand. He’s jittery, and looks like he’s about to yell something, but then his whole demeanour shifts when he sees Roman bowed over his vanity sink with a razor in his grip. His sleeve is rolled up, and his scars are on full display, and Remus shoots forward to knock the blade out of Roman’s hand with an almost desperate snarl.

“You idiot, what are you doing?!” Remus hisses as he grabs his counterpart’s arm roughly, drags him out of the bathroom and shoves him onto the bed without a hint of gentle treatment to be found. Roman rubs harshly at his forearms and glares at his lap with dull, dark eyes, and slaps his brother’s hand away when he tries to pry his grip off of his damaged limb. “I’m supposed to be the violent one, what the hell do you think you’re accomplishing with this?”

“I’m trying to be better? This is the only way I can-- I can fucking think. I tried. I fucking tried everything I could, every grounding technique and distraction, and nothing’s working. I can’t… I can’t do this,” Roman spits back, anger dissolving easily into resignation. Remus takes a loud, deep breath, clenches his fists so tightly his knuckles go white, and sits there in an odd, silent suspension for some amount of seconds. Once he’s seemingly calmed down, his brother deflates and it’s like all of the stiffness trickles out of him in one fell swoop. It’s strange to watch, considering how easily both of them lose their tempers.

Remus just stares at him, flat gaze boring into Roman’s own, and it feels like there should be some exchange happening here. It’s almost as if Remus is searching for something, something that even Roman himself can’t see. After another long moment where they just observe each other, his brother clicks his tongue in a sudden movement that almost startles. He looks like he’s sizing Roman up, gathering intel with eyes that are bathed in the tempest, and then he’s speaking again. “You haven’t tried everything, I bet. I’ll show you.”

“Remus, you don’t have to do that. Just… let me be. If I wanted to, I could easily wave them away, so. It doesn’t even matter,” Roman mumbles, fingers flitting up to unconsciously trace the scars on his arm, and his counterpart just scoffs.

“Yeah, no shit, of course you can wave them away. But you haven’t, and you won’t, so just shut up and come on,” Remus replies, scalding and protective at the same time, and Roman doesn’t understand. They’re supposed to hate each other. They’re not supposed to hang out, not like… not like they did when they were younger. Their days of running around the Imagination waving plastic weapons at their combined villainous creations have been over for a long time, so why does he even care?

Roman doesn’t know, but he still stands and follows his brother anyway.

They go to the light sides’ common room first, the living room devoid of any presence other than the twins’ own. The others are up in the real world watching a movie with Thomas, if he remembers correctly, so they probably won’t be back until late. Remus gestures to the couch and waits for Roman to sit hesitantly before flopping down himself.

“Try screaming,” Remus tells him plainly, and Roman just gives him an incredulous look. What? What does that mean? Scream? Why? Apparently his brother can easily read the confusion on his face, because he just rolls his eyes and snatches up a throw pillow to place in Roman’s still hands. “Scream. Into the pillow. It helps, so just do it. Here, I’ll do it too, see?”

And Remus just stares at his own pillow resolutely, takes a huge breath, and then smashes his face into the fabric. The pillow doesn’t muffle the sound by very much, but it’s still at a similar volume to his speaking voice, and Roman wrinkles his nose in disgust. Is he joking? And-- no, of course he’s fucking not, he’s Remus. Well… he might as well do it. Roman figures if he’s gonna looks stupid anyway, it should probably be along with someone else, and his brother always looks stupid, so maybe his presence’ll mitigate it a bit.

So he screams. He lets loose a long yell into the stuffed cushion, shouts even louder when Remus laughs beside him and starts yelling into his own pillow again, and this whole situation is awful. They must look so dumb, two twins screaming intermittently into pillows as almost a response to one another, and Roman has to admit, it’s more funny than it is mortifying. Shocking, sure, but Remus somehow manages to make even the silliest things sound serious, so Roman doesn’t even know why he’s surprised in the slightest.

“So? Feel any better?” Remus asks cheerfully when they finally stop to breathe, both sitting back against the couch panting as they clutch their respective pillows to their chests. Roman groans and throws his head back, inhales slowly while he gives the ceiling a scathing glance, and Remus tilts his head in confusion not unlike how a dog would.

“I mean-- I don’t know, I guess? A little bit, but…” Roman trails off and Remus jumps to his feet. His pillow is thrown at the wall as harshly as possible, discarded viciously to smack against and shatter a picture frame. Roman starts with the noise, and then gives his counterpart a disapproving glare. Remus stares him down for a second, then hunches over and groans when he realizes Roman isn’t going to back down on this one, and he moves over to fix the damage with a wave of his hand as he rolls his eyes.

“Right, well. Still not good, huh? Let’s try something else. Follow!” Remus shouts far too loudly, a fairly unreachable sentiment when is comes from Roman himself, and the two of them leave the room.

They go outside next, trek around the house in the beating sun, and Roman sweats from both the heat and the mischievous look in his brother’s eye. The two stop in the backyard beside the porch, and Remus sizes up a blank stretch of brick wall as Roman just shakes the collar of his jacket in an attempt to air it out a little. Remus nods to himself after a couple moments of deliberation, and then summons what seem to be brightly coloured water balloons sloshing around in a blue plastic bucket.

“Water balloons? I don’t want to get wet right now, Remus,” Roman sighs, ignores the suggestive eyebrow wiggle he gets in return, and he crosses his arms when his counterpart grabs a balloon from off the top of the pile.

“Haha, no, dumbass! You’re so silly, of course they’re not water balloons-- they’re paint balloons!” And Roman has to leap forward and snatch the balloon away as Remus is winding up to launch it, berating his pouting brother as he replaces the paint balloons with actual water balloons. Roman doesn’t bother with words, just gives Remus a withering look when he huffs and waves his hand over the balloons again. “Fine. Compromise.”

“There better not be paint in those again, Remus, or I might literally strangle you. Ah-- before you say it, no, not in ‘the fun way’.”

And there isn’t. They’re water balloons, still, but they’re also filled with so many different colours of glitter, and Roman has to admit that the way the sun shines and refracts off of the little flecks coating the side of the building is pretty awesome. But… as pretty as it is, Roman can still feel that itch, that wanting, so they clean up (read: Roman cleans up while Remus tries to swallow a balloon whole. Wait, can Deceit do that?) and head back inside, having managed to stay decently dry.

So they try again. Remus takes him to his own room, drags out a huge canvas and easel from god knows where and swats the dust and cobwebs away from the slightly yellowed surface. It isn’t hard to guess what they’re doing, and Roman wonders if Remus only puts out shades of red acrylic for a reason. He has to admit, though, smearing the page with so many different hues to make an abstract mess of bright claret is surprisingly fun, though he’d never admit that to Remus.

They also attempt to make cupcakes, but that’s all more of Virgil’s thing than anyone else’s. Stress baking is a common occurrence, to the point where Virgil has actually gotten to be extremely skilled, and it does make for a humorous juxtaposition to the other two. Logan is great at cooking because it can not only be precise and measured, but also a creative outlet, and despite his insistence that he is Logic and Logic only, Roman knows that even Logan can create some really amazing, unique things if he tries. Patton, on the other hand… oh boy. Despite his position as a parental fixture within their group, he is awful at making nearly everything related to food. He’s too prone to experimentation and disregarding recipes and measurements outright, which is why baking is always a disaster, and he gets too scared around heat to really cook a proper meal. He does make some really good parfaits, though.

So although he has years under his belt of watching those three do their thing, of learning what to do from Virgil and Logan and what not to do from Patton, Roman isn’t exactly good at baking himself. He’s awesome at decorating, and he’s made some really cool cake artwork before, but the actual baking part is not something he usually ever has to deal with. And Remus… well, Remus is Remus. He purposely switches the salt and sugar in his food, so.

Needless to say, their attempt is an absolute tragedy, but Roman honestly isn’t too mad about it. Sure, they’re both covered in flour, and Roman’s jacket is stained with vanilla extract from a particularly disastrous spill, and Remus has been continually making Roman cringe by crunching on the cakes that are burnt beyond recognition (cupcakes are not supposed to be crunchy, what the fuck) , but Roman’s actually having a lot of fun. Maybe the cupcakes didn’t turn out very well, but Roman hasn’t laughed this hard in a long time, so he’ll take small victories where he can get them.

And the twins don’t stop. They throw darts at headshot pictures of politicians taped to the wall, they have a pillow fight until Roman’s arms feel like jelly, and they go into the Imagination to ride some of the horses there (a white one with an elegant mane for Roman, and a decaying half-skeleton horse for Remus) until the sun is setting in the real world. They do so much, a surprising amount, and it feels just like when they were kids and they used to run around the house together yelling at the top of their lungs and giggling as they ran away from an exasperated Patton. Roman didn’t know how much he missed this until now, but it’s late, and unfortunately it has to come to an end.

“Remus, I’m tired, and nothing’s working… can I just go to sleep?” Roman sighs as they walk back into the main part of the mindscape again, scratching at the back of his neck as Remus whistles a cheery tune. He doesn’t understand how his twin can still be so energetic even after every exhausting activity they’ve participated in today, but it’s somewhat refreshing nonetheless.

“Nothing’s working? But you just went a whole day without cutting yourself! Seems like it worked to me!” Remus exclaims, eyes bright as he grins cheekily, and-- holy shit. He’s right. Roman didn’t cut today. He didn’t hurt himself, even though he was feeling that bad earlier. Even with the stress, and the tension, and the breakdown, he still managed to not give in. Because… because of Remus. Because of his little brother. That sneaky little shit, he knew what he was doing from the get-go. Maybe Roman is sorta proud. Okay, a lot proud.

“Anyway, I-- woah, don’t cry on me! Otherwise I might have to steal your tears and keep them in a jar to use as lube,” Remus snickers, and Roman doesn’t even care about his vulgarity as he brings his brother into a tight hug. He can tell that Remus is surprised, and a little stiff even as Roman squeezes his shoulders with gratitude. But then he’s relaxing a little, laughs more sincerely as he pats Roman’s back, and maybe Remus isn’t so bad after all.

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ao3: “safety in dangerous practices” rating: T warnings: intrusive thoughts, remus typical stuff, sympathetic remus, creativitwins genre: fluff description: It’s time to go to bed. Roman disagrees.

The Cthulhu-shaped clock slung over one railing chimes softly, announcing the arrival of one in the morning. Remus flops over on his upper bunk bed, peering down at Roman. His brother throws down his pen with a huff of breath.

"You know, you could always take that pen and shove it in your-" Remus starts to shout helpfully.

"No," Roman interrupts him before he can get to the good part. He looks frazzled when he looks up at Remus. "Wherever you're going to suggest, it's a no."

"You're no fun, bro," Remus pouts. "When are you gonna sleep?"

"None of your business," Roman says, but Remus can see the shadows growing under his brother's eyes and the infinitesimal tremble in his fingers. He's exhausted. Remus can feel it, although he could never tell someone how. It's just their...thing, a leftover from when they were one person. Before one became two.

"Come on," Remus wheedles, dangling precariously over the edge of his bed, his octopus plushie wrapped around his neck. Roman's eyes widen in alarm.

"Remus, you're going to fall," he says. "Don't lean out so far."

"Maybe I can break my neck," Remus says brightly, not moving. "Do you think I could get my bones to go through my sk-"

"Let's not find out," Roman says, getting up so fast his chair scrapes along the floor. "Come on, Remus. I don't want to explain to Patton or Deceit how you got hurt. Again."

"You're no fun," Remus grouses, pulling back a little. "It doesn't last. It's all part of the fun!"

"I don't like seeing you hurt," Roman says in exasperation. Remus's grin widens, splitting his face nearly in half.

"You liiiiike me," Remus sing-songs. "You always tell the others you wish I'd go away, but you caaaaaare."

"Oh, shut up," Roman says, his face as flaming red as his sash. Remus turns himself so he's upside down, still grinning.

"No," he says smugly.

"You are such an impossible-" Roman stops, rubbing his forehead. "And please sit on your bed normally."

"No," Remus repeats. "Or- I will when you go to bed. That's when. And when we cuddle."

"You... You want to cuddle?" Roman asks uncertainly. Remus's face heats up as he rights himself, scooting back a little and fiddling with one of his plushie's arms.

"Maybe," he admits in a mumble. "We used to when we were kids. I- I miss that. I slept better. I didn't..." He trails off, looking down but avoiding Roman's gaze. "I slept better," he settles on, not sure how to tell his twin that he could keep away anything when Remus was asleep, from the dragon witch to the persistent urge to throw himself out of a twenty story window.

Roman's eyes soften and he sighs.

"Fine," he says. "I'll go to bed. And we can cuddle. Get down here, I'm not sleeping in your bed. I don't know where it's been."

"I don't either," Remus says cheerfully as he flings himself at Roman, bringing them both crashing to the floor.

"When I said get down here, I meant use the ladder," Roman says through gritted teeth, awkwardly levering himself up. Remus sits back on his heels and shrugs.

"You didn't specify," he says happily, and flops on Roman's bed. It's soft and the blankets are warm and they smell like Roman. Remus finds that a uniquely comforting smell.

"Move over," Roman grumbles, pushing at his shoulder. "You better not hog the bed, I remember that from being kids-"

"I make no promises," Remus says, making his octopus plush wave at Roman.

"You wouldn't," Roman says, and sighs. "Well, my bed can expand if it has to, so I shouldn't end up on the floor." He drapes one arm over Remus and Remus relaxes instantly, his eyelids already drooping.

"Huh," Roman says in surprise, pulling his brother closer. "It's like I found the off switch."

"You're a dumbass," Remus says without opening his eyes. "That's not why."

"Then what?" Roman asks, stifling a yawn himself.

"You make me feel safe," Remus says, and settles against his brother with a sigh.

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