Each message that pops up from him is like a reminderāof how you tripped on your own feet, how youād misread his joke, and how the waiter had looked at you, slightly baffled, when youād accidentally ordered two desserts. Not to mention the spilled wine incident. It plays in your head on repeat, every mortifying moment, until youāre sure he's already written you off as a clumsy mess.
You see his name flash on your phone againāanother textāand your stomach tightens.
Nanami: āAre we still on for coffee this week? āļøā
Nanami: āLet me know if youāre around! No pressure.ā
Nanami: āHey, is everything okay?ā
You sigh, feeling that familiar warmth flood through you at his gentleness, at how he's somehow still reaching out. But itās just a matter of time before he realizes. Before he thinks better of it. Itās easier this way, you tell yourself. To justā¦ fade into the background, to let the embarrassment settle without having to explain.
But you hadnāt expected him to show up.
The knock on your door is light but insistent, and your heart lurches. You hesitate, fingers brushing against the handle, already knowing who it is. You open the door, and there Nanami stands, a faint smile playing on his lips as he offers a small wave.
"Hey," he says softly, searching your face with a steady gaze. "I, uhā¦ was worried about you."
You shift on your feet, glancing down, not quite meeting his eyes. "Sorry, Iā¦ I've just been busy," you say, voice barely above a whisper, knowing how thin the excuse sounds.
He gives you a look, that quiet, knowing expression he's so good at, and something in it makes your defenses falter. "Really? Busy? Because it kind of seems like youāre avoiding me."
You swallow, rubbing at the back of your neck. "Itās not that. I mean, itās justā¦" The words slip out before you can stop them. "I feel like I embarrassed myself on our date. And I didnāt want you toā¦ think about it like that."
His brow furrows, confusion, and something elseāsomething like affectionāsoftening his gaze. "Embarrassed?" he asks, tilting his head. "I thought we had a good time."
You let out a half-laugh, shaking your head, unsure if he's humoring you or if he really means it. "Yeah, well, Iām pretty sure I ordered two desserts by accident. And I definitely spilled wine on you. Twice."
He smiles, and itās the kind that makes you feel seen like he's not just hearing your words but understanding the heart of them. "So you ordered two desserts and spilled some wine. Thatās part of what made it fun," he says, leaning against the doorframe as though settling in for a real talk. "You were being yourself. And I liked that."
His words hang between you, each one softening the tightness thatās been sitting heavy in your chest. Still, the doubt lingers.
"But I justā¦ felt like I ruined it," you murmur, finally meeting his eyes. "Like I didnāt come off the way I wanted to."
He reaches out, his hand brushing your arm in a way thatās gentle, grounding. "Hey," he says, his voice gentle but firm. "I wanted to see you. Not some perfect version. The way you laughed at yourself, or how you were excited about that dessert, or even how you kept trying to wipe the wine off my shirt when I said it was fineā¦ that was all you."
You feel your face heat up, but this time itās something warmer, something less tangled with anxiety.
"Soā¦ youāre not, I donāt know, regretting it or anything?"
Nanami laughs, and itās soft but real like he's surprised youād even ask. "Regret it? Not a chance. Actually, I was hoping we could do it again," he says, his tone playful, but thereās that sincerity again, woven into every word.
For the first time in days, you feel yourself relax, letting a smile slip through. "Well, maybe next time I wonāt spill anything on you."
He chuckles, eyes brightening. "Hey, I make no promises. Maybe Iāll order three desserts this time. Just to keep things interesting."
You laugh, feeling the last of your embarrassment start to dissolve. And when he reaches out to take your hand, his fingers slipping through yours, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
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@the-bisexual-bitch your tag on my thing saying yandre Remus - you know what, I didn't even think of that while writing it but man that is absolutely where it heads.
I started it just having a silly fun scare actor Remus thing and yeah that ending came out of nowhere and I didn't stop it.
But damn, I'm just thinking now.
After Remus calms Roman down and tends to him with hot chocolate and yummy snacks and a nice bath, when Roman is soothed and sleepy and okay Remus tucks him into bed - Roman falls alseep instantly and no one has to know about the kiss Remus places on Romans forehead.
And now that Romie is taken care of and blissfully unaware in dreamland, Remus puts on some appropriate attire and leaves their apartment with a reasonable bag of supplies.
Now just to take care of that asshole.
Tracking him down is easy enough, the bastard is not only predictable buuuuut Remus may or may not have put some kind of tracking thing on the guy a while ago.
He's not admitting anything, ya can't make him.
This guy (Remus never actually bothered to remeber his name) is also really stupid (but he already knew this) he's handing himself to Remus what with not only being sloshed but walking alone at almost four am in the bare ass backroads.
Score for Remus, easy target.
Now he hasn't technically done this before - he's pretty happy his first kill is for Roman's honor.
The darkness surrounds asshole mcgee, the only light coming from the flashlight on this guys phone - it's janky with the drunk movements and it throws shadows.
This couldn't be more perfect, the dark is Remus' domain and sure he can be as silent as he wants buuuuut where's the fun in that?
A small twig snap here, a little pebble kick there - this guy barely notices Remus' small theatrics over his own slurred mumbles.
Mumbles Remus hasn't been paying attention to until he hears Roman's name.
This guy stops walking and turns his phone screen on.
He better the fuck not be about to call Roman.
The phone rings and the dickbag starts murmuring something like "c'mon sweet cheeks answer" and "you know to answer for my booty calls."
Remus is glad that he left Roman's phone in the living room but it doesn't quell the anger bubbling in his core.
He strides over and without a word bonks him over the head with a very tiny but sharp morningstar - backpack sized for all your tiny backpack sized morningstar needs!
Suffice to say jerkass fucktwit is dazed, bleeding and has no fucking clue whats what, the still ringing phone is dropped to the ground.
He evidently didn't hit hard enough to fell his enemy but that just makes him get to swing again!
This time right to the face!
Ooh what Remus would give to see this in broad daylight, the blood splatter, the wounds he's inflicting swing after swing, the initial look of befuddlement.
It must be a glorious sight, but the moonlight is good enough he supposes.
And the picture he takes for a momento - yeah sure it's probably not a good idea but he can't resist.
Besides no one is allowed in his darkroom so they won't be able to see it anyway.
Once his face is sufficiently mush Remus cleans away the passionate scene.
The body disposed of in a trench of these thick mountains and covered up, some wildlife will make fast work of it soon enough.
He changes his clothes, wipes away as much splatter he can, swipes the phone (that's no longer ringing) and heads off back home with a pep in his step and giddiness in his heart.
He's the best out there for that, he revels in the whole atmosphere and theatrics of it all.
He's also, obviously, absolutely head over heels for Roman.
Obviously.
If you didn't see that coming you're in the wrong place.
But Roman, his dear sweet brother is unfortunately already in a relationship.
Fuckin bummer am I right?
I am.
Besides who knows if Roman would even accept Remus' feelings - Remus himself sure doesn't!
(I do, we all do.)
Anyway, Roman goes on A Date (ugh) with His Boyfriend (gag) to Remus' haunt (sweet).
Remus sees An Opportunity.
He jumps from role to role so not even he knows what he's going to play that night, let alone Roman.
He sees them going through the haunt, Roman's boy is... arrogant but Remus can tell he's one good scare from shitting his pants.
His smile is befitting of his character tonight, no one can say he had any alterior motives nooooo siree not him!
Anyway, as they get closer Remus is buzzing with excitement, he can't wait to make this asshole scream...
In terror.
And when his time comes he does his magic and gets the results he so very much wanted.
The guy practically jumps out of his skin, screams to high hell like he's for reals getting murdered and Remus thinks -hopes- he actually did shit his pants.
In all his giddiness and raucous laughter he doesn't notice that Roman's first instinct is apparently fight and gets decked right in the jaw.
Hard.
It doesn't stop his laughter - in fact there's Other Feelings that he probably shouldn't focus on right now (he hopes this costume hides boners well is all he'll say about that).
At this point Roman notices what he just did but also... that laughter is very familiar and clocks it as Remus.
It's pretty dark in here but Remus is accustomed to it and sees Romans realization, so what does he do when his twin/crush starts berating him for going overboard on purpose?
Sticks his tongue out with a cheeky "it's my job dumb ass!"
He knows Roman knows that he doesn't go that hard for most patrons unless they deserve it and the look Roman gives him tells him that's exactly what he's thinking.
Remus just shrugs and pushes Roman and his boy toy away (the latter maybe a little too roughly) so he can get himself ready for his next victims.
Now Remus wouldnāt say he's happy that he sees Roman all hurt when he gets home late that night but he's not going to lie and say he's not happy about the outcome of it.
Wouldn't you know it, the guy decided to be the biggest jerkiest ballsack of a donkeys anus when they left the haunted house and showed Roman his true colors in full swing.
Not like Remus was expecting this or nothin (well most of it).
Nope, he absolutely didn't see this guy for who he is a mile away the first time they met.
He may not be not happy but still, no one hurts his brother.
Remus wonders if he'll scream the same way he did tonight whe he's actually in danger?
For RemRom Week! Day one! I kinda used all four prompts for this!
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"Roman!" Remus screams delightfully with the most giddy enthusiasm Roman has heard from his twin since...
Okay honestly, it was probably yesterday.
Remus is an easily amused ball of energy and Roman wouldn't change it for the world.
But why did he have to screech Roman awake at - what time even is it?
"Six in the fucking morning?" Roman mumbles.
"Six twenty four dear brother! but this doesn't matter!"
Roman glares, "it does when I wasn't done sleeping" he gripes pulling his blanket close snuggling up intent to go back to sleep.
Remus yoinks the blanket completely away making Roman squawk out annoyed.
"Snow is more important than your useless beauty sleep!"
Roman squints, his groggy mind can't decide if that was a compliment or not.
"Wait" he perks up, "snow?"
Remus' head violently bobs with his jubilance, "a whole lot of it!"
Roman shivers when his feet touch the ground, he makes his way over to his twin, yanks his blanket out of the others grip to wrap it back around himself before heading to the window.
"Woah" Roman's eyes widen with wonder, "we haven't had snowfall like this in years."
"I know!" Remus bounces over to look as well and doesn't stop bouncing once he gets there, "we have to go out and have a snowball fight!"
Roman's wonder slips, "not right now we don't."
"Yes right now we do!" Remus rebuttals.
"I'm not even dress-" his sentence stops when he realizes Remus is so ready for this that he already has snow pants on.
"Where... did you get those?" Roman asks.
"Attic!" Remus factually states, "got yours too!" he points at the foot of Romans bed.
He sighs, "at least let me eat and wake up a little."
"I made you breakfast!ā
Itās a nice thought butā¦ who knows what Remus has concocted.
āDon't give me that look, it's good!"
"Remus good or people good?"
"You won't know until you tryyyyyy it!" he responds with a cheeky boop to Romans nose.
"Can't wait."
"Don't sound too grateful" Remus says with a raspberry.
Roman trudges sleepily down the stairs after his skipping brother.
A soft smile creeps its way on his face - no matter how much Remus can be a menace, Roman would never stop adoring him.
When they get to the kitchen Remus swings around behind Roman, directs him to the table and plops him in a chair.
"Sit!" he commands as if Roman would complain about being waited on.
Remus places a plate and mug in front of him then stands there triumphantly waiting for Roman's reaction.
"Wow" Roman simply says as he looks at the food.
"I told you it's good!"
"It actually looks edible."
Remus whaps him with a hand towel, "it is edible!"
Roman laughs shielding his face, "I can never be too careful with you! you're unpredictable!"
The towel assault stops, "complements won't get you out of my wrath!"
Roman looks down at the towel in Remus' un-moving hand then back up at him - he raises an eyebrow, "are you sure about that?"
Remus' other hand flicks Roman's forehead, "what do ya think bout that?"
"Oww" Roman pouts, "I think that was unnecessary is what I think."
"Shut up and eat before it gets hot outside!" Remus says plopping himself on the chair next to Romans.
He places his elbows on the table leaning his chin in his hands.
"Are you just going to watch me eat?" Roman laughs.
"Ya got a problem with that?"
"It makes me think the food is poisonous and you're just watching to see me face plant in it."
Remus dramatically gasps throwing his hand over his chest, "how dare you think that-" his hand is flung to his forehead "-would I do something so dastardly?"
"Yes" Roman deadpans.
Remus pauses then slumps, "okay suuuuure, but not to you!"
Roman smiles, "how sweet of you."
Remus jumps up and paps Romans head a few times, "I'm cavity inducing I know, now eat!" he then bounds away without another word.
"Where are you going?" Roman calls out.
He doesn't get an answer, or doesn't hear one anyway so he just shrugs and takes a bite of his breakfast.
"Holy shit" he whispers, "that's... terrible-" swallowing what's already in his mouth he looks over the rest of the food "-the toast should be safe at least."
It's not.
After packing that away in the fridge for Remus to eat later he pours himself a bowl of cereal.
As he's eating he picks up the mug Remus gave him and...
He snorts, "that's not coffee."
"It's cereal!" Remus chimes from behind him.
Roman jumps, "son of a bitch! where'd you come from?"
"Your mom."
"Why do I talk to you..."
"Cause you loooooove me~"
He's got a point there, not that Roman needs to admit it out loud.
"Why do you have a bowl of cereal with your mug of cereal?" Remus asks amused, "that's weird bro."
"You're the one who put it in the mug" Roman defends.
"Yeah but you're the one who got a bowl."
"I thought it was coffee!"
Remus peers over in the mug, "it looks nothing like coffee."
Roman stares blankly at his twin, "no, no it doesn't."
"Did you not like my very delicious and edible breakfast?" Remus asks.
"Wasn't delicious and was barely edible, but thank you" Roman says taking a bite of his ever growing soggy cereal.
Remus pouts, "did you throw it out?!"
"I put it in the fridge for you."
Remus' pout vanishes, he drapes himself over Roman's back and coos, "you're so sweet to me~"
"You're the one who made it" Roman snorts and tries to cover his growing blush with another bite.
Remus pats Romans head, "looks like you're almost done! I'll be outside waiting!" he says as he bounds away before Roman can say anything.
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Remus loves the snow, the cold, the ice, the slush, the snowball fights and forts - he loves all of it, even the storms.
Especially the storms.
The freshly lain snow is too enticing to wait for Roman to finish eating and getting ready so he heads out to have some fun on his own.
Plowing through the knee deep snow -that seems like it's just going to get deeper- he makes his way to the shed.
He grabs the shovel in there and gets to making an area where they can run about with barricades and ammo supplies.
Despite not sleeping much he's got a plethora of energy and he's done before Roman comes out, he expected Roman to be slow but not this slow.
Whatever, he's very good at entertaining himself!
He heads to one of the snow mountains he shoveled up and digs his way in like a dog making a little hidey hole.
And now he waits.
The wait is... not even a minute before Roman walks in the scene looking around for him.
"Remus?" he calls out.
Remus stifles his giggles, lest Roman hear him when he gets closer.
"I swear if you jump scare me!" he shouts now right next to Remus' hiding spot.
He winds himself up and springs out of the snow in a flurry and a nonsensical shout.
Roman shrieks, slips and falls on his ass.
Remus laughs and laughs and laughs, pointing childishly at his fallen victim.
"I'm going back inside."
Remus' laughter stops immediately, "nooooo!! wait wait! staaay!" he cries dropping to his knees at Romans feet, "I'll be a good boy I prommy!"
He crawls closer to Roman with the largest pleading eyes, he's aware of how close he's getting and the compromising position he's putting them in but he wants -nay- he needs Roman to stay outside with him!
Roman smiles at his pleading and shoves his face away, "fine I'll stay you goober."
Remus jumps up triumphantly, "yes! I didn't put all this work in for nothin ya know!" he sweeps his arms out at all the everything he did.
Roman takes a look around at the battlefield Remus has made and whistles, "you sure are quick."
"I can be quick with lots of things" he wiggles his eye brows.
"I don't think that's as impressive as you're insinuating there" Roman chuckles.
Remus thinks on that for a moment then waves it off, "I'll insinuate you!" he yells throwing himself behind one of the barricades - he picks up a snow ball and hurls it right at Roman with a battle cry, "dukes up bitch!"
"Hey!" Roman squawks scrambling to the nearest cover opposite Remus', "I wasn't ready!"
"You let your guard down around me, that's on you!" he laughs ducking a snowball.
"It won't happen again!" Roman declares with gusto and a theatrical stance that leaves him ironically wide open for a snowball to hit him square in the chest.
Roman looks down at the ball -that seems to not want to fall- with a blank stare, "I should have seen that coming..."
Remus cackles as he throws and lands another one right on his twins head, "you're so easy to nail!"
Roman scoffs, "I'll nail yo- no uh... shut up!" he cries throwing a snowball.
It comes faster -and harder- than Remus anticipates, it strikes him right in the eye making him topple backwards.
He lays there for a second just taking in the intense stinging.
"Remus? you okay?" Roman calls out.
When the uncontrollable laughter comes he knows something is probably not okay.
Roman presumably comes to the same conclusion cause less than a second later his brother is kneeling at his side.
"Oh gods, oh no" Roman mumbles.
"I'm okay!" he says sitting up, the snowball falling from his face.
Romans eyes get big and watery.
"Don't do that."
"Do what?" Roman chokes back the threatening tears.
"Cry, don't do that."
Roman swallows, "I'm not."
"You are! why are you crying?!"
"You're bleeding."
"Pshhh, no I'm not, I think I would know if I was bleeding."
He's choosing to ignore the fact that he can't seem to open his eye.
"I've blinded you!" Roman wails, the tears actually falling now.
"You're so dramatic! I'm fine!" he throws his hands up, grabs some snow and plops it over his eye, "just need a little ice and I'll be good as new."
Roman isn't having it apparently, "I've irrevocably wounded you! we have to go to the emergency room!"
Remus rolls his now one good eye, "it's not that bad."
"The snow around us is soaked red!"
He takes a glance around his blind spots and, hey yeah it really is violently red, "wouldāya look at that" he muses then shrugs, "eh head wounds always bleed more."
"That doesn't help your case!" Roman whimpers out more tears.
"Yeesh, if you feel so adamant about it" he sighs waving his hand about, "let's go to the hospital."
"Keep pressure on it" Roman sniffles, slides his arm under Remus' to hoist him up - a wave of dizziness washes over him but he doesn't let it show.
The snow picks up even harsher as they trudge their way back to the house, Remus looks behind him at the flurries and at how it's covering his blood already.
This is fine.
It has to be.
Once they get inside Roman deposits him on the couch, rushes to the kitchen where he left his phone to call an ambulance.
Remus isn't sure if he should sleep but man does he feel groggy.
"What do you mean you can't!" he hears Roman shriek from the other room.
"Whua oh" he mumbles, "that doesn't sound good."
After a minute or so -Remus really can't tell- Roman returns in a huff.
At least he's not crying anymore.
"We can't get you to the hospital, there's too much snow and it's only growing."
"Sooooooo, I guess I'll just die then!"
"Don't you dare joke about that!" Roman yells, the tears once again falling.
"Wouf okay okay, I'm sure it's just a small cut and a slight concussion - I've dealt with worse!"
That seems to startle the tears away but it doesn't make the look on Roman's face any less distraught.
"You're cute when you're worried" he giggles.
"Definitely a concussion" Roman murmurs moving closer to him.
Like, super close.
Remus is now very aware of how close Roman's face is to his and his ass is not listening to what Roman is saying.
"Hey! stay with me!" Roman snaps at him.
"Huh? what?"
"I need to look at it, move your hand."
He wiggles his free hand around.
"Well it's good to know you still have your humor about you" Roman deadpans.
"Just tryna lighten the mood a little."
"How are you so calm?" Roman asks as Remus removes his hand from his eye.
"Like I said: I've dealt with worse!"
Roman's face is scrunched in such a way where Remus isn't sure what emotions are even happening.
"Good news, the bleeding has stopped."
"Nicceeeeee."
"Can you open your eye?"
He tries, "is it open?"
"Uh... no."
"Damn, I thought it was."
"I'll be back" Roman says and flits out the room.
He comes back shortly with a small bucket and a first aid kit.
"I'm going to attempt to clean this."
"I can walk ya through it" he offers.
"You've done this before have you?"
"Not with my eye but, yeah I've given myself stitches before" he points to a scar on the side of his head right under his ear.
Roman winces, "what have you gotten yourself into..."
"Oh loads of fun things!"
"I'm sure... let's focus on this first - I'm going to open your eye to see if there's anything in there."
"Alright!" he chirps leaning forward.
Roman very gently places his fingers on Remus' face and pries open his eyelid.
"More good news, there doesn't seem to be anything in there but..."
"But what?"
"It's not unscathed, there's blood and can....can you see out of it?"
Now that he's asked this he notices that, no no he can not.
"Nothin."
"I was afraid of that" Roman sounds like he's going to cry again.
"No no, none of that! I need Doctor Sexy to be clear eyed while doing a procedure!"
"Doc... Doctor Sexy!?" Roman stutters.
"Shut up and clean me!"
Remus might have just outed himself but at least Roman isn't crying again.
"I'm going to chock that up to the concussionā¦" Roman says under his breath.
Maybe he didnāt out himself, he can use this concussion thing in his favor.
But first, wound care.
Just as he said, he helps Roman through the clean up and the three stitches that was needed for his eyebrow.
"It's concerning that you know how to do thatā Roman says.
"Comes in handy though!"
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"Oh like a bitch! but I'm not dead!"
"You've got me there."
"Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
Like Remus is the only thing that matters in the world.
Like he would have gone off the deep end if Remus was even slightly more wounded.
Like Remus is the only one that can anchor him down.
Like Remus is the calm in his storm.
"Like you love me."
This was probably the wrong thing to say, he can blame it on the concussion though.
Roman is taken aback before answering softly, "I do love you-" he flusters and stammers "-you, uh you're my twin of course I love you!"
"Nuh! I'm not letting you off the hook for that!"
Roman's face blazes crimson, "for what?!"
"That backtrack!"
"There- there was no backtrack!"
"There was too!"
"Was not!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Well try and backtrack this!"
He's about to do something that might be not advisable but if it goes wrong, heāll blame it on not being in his right mind.
Not that he's ever in any right mind.
It doesn't matter though cause he's already lurched forward and planted his lips right on Roman's lips.
Roman's very still and confused lips.
He's about to stop kissing his statue of a brother but before he can pull away any more Roman follows him.
REMROM TRICK OR TREAT!! Maybe a human AU plot/idea? š
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Oh man I have so many human AU plot ideas... which one to choose!
Okay here's a silly one that's been in my notes for a while.
It's called Rent a Friend.
Yes it is exactly how it sounds.
So Roman is charismatic, he's fun and sweet and a good guy!
He's also over the top, dramatic and prideful sometimes to his own detriment - He's Too Much.
He can't seem to keep any real friends cause he's not the best... judge of character unfortunately.
His one real friend is Patton, but sometimes one friend is still lonely - you can't just lay all your life on one person who has their own stuff going on too (even though Patton swears he's alright with it).
Anyway, one very lonely day Roman stumbles upon a webbed site, it's a ridiculous notion - renting a friend? how absurd! that person would only be there for the paycheck.
He saves the url.
He keeps thinking about it, well why not right?
He goes to Host Cafes sometimes - Hell, strippers and prostitutes are paid company and they're effective for the people who get their services.
How would this be different? (of course without the being paid for sex thing).
So he checks out the site, he's not quite sure what he's looking for at first - just window shopping to see what the people there are like.
He goes through a few profiles, they all seem fine.
Not... exciting enough though.
But then he sees this one profile, it has a very low star rating that draws Roman in - he can relate.
Clicking through he gets a laugh at seeing this Friend is named Remus - they match.
He keeps reading, Remus is... wild to say the least.
But he's the first person that actually sounds fun and exciting enough for Roman to actually consider this whole thing.
At the end of Remus' personal blurb is a picture of him - and damn, he's hot?? in a weird crooked, grungy way.
At this point Romans mind is made up but he still reads the few reviews that Remus' page holds.
All one stars - a lot saying they'd rate less if they could.
Everyone has different things to say but they all have one thing in common with their complaints: He's Too Much.
@creativitwincest hope this is what you meant by plot/idea :3c
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Ever since they were young they had matching costumes for Halloween - people eat up the twin thing like you wouldn't believe.
And Remus always took advantage of that, not that Roman would ever complain - heās guilty of it too.
Now that they're adults, nothing has changed with their costuming traditions except the type of costumes.
Instead of being a cute kids costumes they've upgraded to couples costumes.
Every year they make their own, they decide on a theme, get to work and the reveal comes when they need to wear it.
After last years fiasco of them being chained together Roman has vetoed anything involving locks.
Besides this year itās his turn to choose the theme and what he decided on is kind of vague theme of Forest.
He just wanted to make an elaborate forest deity and prance around all regally okay?
Itās a few hour until they have to go to the party and heās very excited to see what Remus has come up with, she always has something over the top fantastic for him to swoon over.
He simply cannot wait hours until the party starts, so he goes up to Remus' 'office' and knocks maybe a little too much.
His sisters laughter comes from the other side of the door like wind chimes - if the wind chimes were bent and made slightly wrong, nevertheless he loved hearing it.
"Are ya that impatient Romie?" she says cracking the door open juuust enough for Roman to see one eye.
A very glittery sparkly eye, not only from makeup around it but also the red contact she has in.
"Maybe a little" Roman confesses.
Her eye grazes up and down his body, "you have no room to talk! you haven't even started getting ready!"
"I don't have pounds of hair to get done."
She closes the door with a raspberry and locks it, "come back when you can upstage me!"
"Oh no" Roman genuinely whines, "I'll never be able to come back."
"You're adorable, I love you! now go!" she shouts from behind the door.
Romans pout turns into a dopey smile as he wanders off to his own āofficeā.
"Okay, time to get in costume!ā he emboldens himself, āshe wants to be wowed, I'll wow her!"
He sits at his vanity, puts in his orange contacts and lightly makes up his face with a little bit of a deer vibe, some glitter wonāt hurt either.
If heās going to go with Forest Deity heās going to choose the king of the forest as his choice of inspiration of course!
The whole costume is very regal, his boots are made to look like hooves, his pants are expertly, bespokely tailored (and thereās a little tail on them) and yes, his shirt is a tad bit slutty.
But the real eye catchers are the cape and crown.
Flowing cape with fall leaves, flowers, acorns, twigs and the softest material you'll ever touch in a deep, rich brown with white trimmings.
His crown frames his hair around his face perfectly - it's golden, it's twined around like branches, it has red glittering jewels placed around.
And it has antlers and cute deer ears to really amp up the deer motif; the antlers also have shiny stars dangling off of and wrapped around them.
Putting on his skintight brown leather gloves his look is complete.
Heās admiring himself in the mirror as a knock comes from his door with Remusā sing songed voice.
"Roooooomaaaan, I'm doooooooone~"
"Come back when you can upstage me!" he calls out teasingly.
Remus' high pitched hyena laugh echos through his door, "you're so cheeky! I love you!" she shouts in that vicious loving tone of hers - anyone else would probably find it scary or even threatening but Roman hears the adoration in it and thatās what matters.
She then sighs and hums, "I guess if you don't want to see the masterpiece of my body within the masterpiece of my work I'll just go take it off..."
He rushes to the door as quickly as his hoof boots will allow and stumbling in the process, "no no wait I wann-"
His words die on his tongue once he opens the door - Remus did not move an inch away from it despite her words and now Roman is face to chest with her.
She looks down at him, "you know Iāll never complain about your face in my tits bro but, since when do you open doors like that?"
"I - I stumbled! I was in a hurry to see you!"
She wiggles her torso at him, "oOooOoh well you know you can see me whenever you want~"
Roman gulps as Remus takes hold of his antlers and slowly guides him up to her face, "you can't see it all from down there though" she coos.
Now that he's not face first in her bosoms he can appreciate the work she put into her face.
The colour pallet is of silvers, greys, and a sickly green with dark contouring in the right places - there are green and silver sparkles littered all over and one cheek is made to look like it's rotting through her face, he notes that the contacts she has in are different, one is the sparkling red one he saw earlier but the one with the rotten cheek is a dull white.
"Wow" he breathes.
"Wow yourself handsome" she purrs, "but you haven't seen the half of it!"
Taking her hold from him she backs up with a flourish of her arms striking a dramatic pose akin to Sailor Moon.
"Feast upon the fairy corpse!" she announces.
And feast he does.
His eyes trail over her as she slowly twirls, taking in every detail she set in her costume.
The wings on her back are a shiny green, some parts are singed with fire damage, her ears are pointed with notches missing in them, her long hair is mussed up and wild with things sticking out of it.
The outfit is skimpy but that's how she dresses anyway.
Her top is no more than a push up bra that has the look of a corset which has her stomach exposed, here too she has made it look like part of her body is rotting - Roman notes the creativity behind using her trypophobia tattoo as a baseline for it.
The skirt she has on is barely even a skirt anymore and the short petticoat is torn up and dirty, her shimmering leggings are also dirty and ripped up - she's not wearing shoes and Roman can bet anything that she's not planning to.
"Do we still have to go to this party?" he asks to her utter amusement.
Her laughter cuts him from his ogling.
"Did I say that out loud... I meant can we stay home... wait no uhh."
She saunters back over to him placing her hand on his cheek, "that is vvvvvery tempting on my side too" she smiles getting closer to him, "looking like that I'd love to just hunt you down and take you as my prize."
He melts in her hand at those words in that tone.
Then she licks his nose and lightly bites his other cheek, "but we put too much effort in these costumes and we look too damn sexy for no one to see them!"
He rapidly blinks the swooning fog away from his brain at the sudden switch of energy.
She bounds her way backwards towards the front door, hands reaching for him to follow, "we deserve to be ogled at by everyone else!"
"You're so right" he agrees with a lopsided smile making his way to her.
"I usually am" she says proudly flashing her sharp teeth and taking his arm.
Remus thinks so, which makes Roman's huffiness confusing to him.
"I thought you like candy!" Remus whines.
Roman just gives him a scathing glance.
"Is it the wrong candy?"
Roman purses his lips.
"Don't give me the cold shoulder!" Remus shakes his twin violently, "I thought breakfast in bed was romantic! did you not want candy for breakfast? is it too sticky for bed?"
Roman stands up to brush Remus off him - he turns his glare fully on Remus now, "no! seriously Remus? it's because you spat hard candy in my mouth while I was asleep!"
Patton's eyes go wide -he rushes over to Roman hugging him tight- "please Ro you can't! you'll be all alone and and and you'll starve! and... I'll miss you."
Roman slowly hugs Patton back - patting his back, "I'll miss you guys too" he shuts his eyes tightly daring the tears to get through, "you know I can't go without..."
Logan sighs, "Remus?"
Roman once again freezes, he can feel Patton do the same, "yes..."
"Roman, Remus is a zombie you have to move on."
Patton whirls around and chides, "Logan! we all know this but he clearly hasn't grieved fully yet!"
Logan crosses his arms, "so what are you intending to do then? stay here with no rations or anywhere safe to loot?"
Patton shuffles a bit, "well no... but we can't just leave him."
"And we can't force him to come either, I donāt like this decision just as much as you - itās irrational and dangerous, but itās not ours to make."
Roman puts a hand on Patton's shoulder, "it's okay I've been thinking about this, I'll be fine - you guys go to that rumored sanctuary."
Patton turns to him with the biggest wettest eyes, "but I'll miiiiisssss youuuuu" he cries.
"We'll see each other again, I promise" Roman says hugging Patton again, this time letting the tears fall.
Patton unlatches one of his arms away from the hug to wave it at Logan, "you get over here too!"
Logan rolls his eyes affectionately and strides over letting Patton squish him in the hug.
Roman won't point out Logan's tears, it'll be his goodbye gift.
He walks out with his friends -his found family- and watches them drive off in the tiny pickup truck they found not too long ago for this exact reason.
He hugs himself as he stands there and he stands there longer than he should, heās now just watching the empty street.
"I hope I didn't just fuck myself" he whispers then smiles - he can practically hear Remus' voice say 'if you didn't I will!'
His face falls again and he trudges his way back into the gas station they made their temporary base in.
It only takes a few hours of alone silence for him to fall into despair - which is honestly longer than he expected.
He's sitting in what once was the employee room that they made for a sleep area, it's dark out now and his only light is a few candles.
Not the best light to be drawing by, but he needs to get his mind on something so he draws until he goes to sleep.
It wasn't a very solid sleep, he hasn't been alone this long sinceā¦ well for a while now but it was sleep and it was adequate enough.
The morning air has a chill to it, he closes his jacket as he goes outside to give his little plant of an unknown vegetable a bit if water.
He's grateful that they left him some stuff -of course they would- but still, he's grateful for it.
They wouldnāt last for long and this sprout wonāt be food for a long while yet, thatās if it doesnāt die that is.
The day drags on but outside is nice and he takes advantage of the ample light to draw and read and search the surrounding area for anything new.
Thereās nothing new.
Of course there isnāt, heās the only one here for miles and the area around the gas station is pretty barren.
Itās almost the beginning of spring though so things should start popping up, hopefully edible things - maybe some flowers to have some color wouldnāt that would be nice.
Itās getting dark again, he stares up at the setting sun glumly and shambles his way to his base.
He barricades the door extra well tonight in hopes that itāll help his sleep.
It doesnāt help his sleep, in fact he has a nightmare - the same one heās had sinceā¦
He lays awake almost until morning.
The harsh pitter patter of rain on the tin roof wakes him.
He mumbles still wanting to sleep.
āWaitā he shoots up, ārain!ā
Scrambling to get the barricade away from the door as fast as he can so he can get to the rain.
He grabs his pitiful bar of soap and his washcloth before running outside, standing under the overhang of the station he watches the downpour with growing giddiness.
Itās really coming down out here!
Shucking his shoes so they donāt get wet he jumps out into the rain and laughs as the water pelts his skin, sure itās chilly but heāll be able to get clean and the buckets out here will fill up to give him drinking water.
He scrubs himself and the clothes heās wearing down singing out, āIām washing me and my clothes!ā cheerfully.
When heās satisfied with the cleanliness his meager soap bar offers he strips, wrings out his clothes before hanging them and bundles his blanket around himself.
Thereās not much light out today but he feels slightly better and decides to give himself a little treat, he heats up some rainwater and uses one of his few bags of tea.
He can almost -if he closes his eyes and only focus on the rain and warm mug in his hands- pretend the world isnāt completely fucked up.
Wellā¦ this fucked up.
The rest of the day Roman spends it -for some reason- looking around inside the station, maybe heāll find something they over looked.
He doesnāt, but heās dry and warm now.
Perhaps he should start working out again, it may help him survive, but heāll think more about that tomorrow.
Sleep comes only a little better this night.
The next few days are very uneventful and the nights not a sleepful as he would like.
The rain is on and off the day after it started, but warm and sunny afterwards.
He makes a sad punching bag out of a sack, leaves and dirt, strings it up and practices boxing.
One of the days he decides to hone his swordsmanship - even though itās obviously still perfect as always, still he canāt get dull now can he.
Itās been around a week since Patton and Logan left and he hasnāt mustered up the guts to travel to town for the whole reason for him staying.
His rations however are dwindled and he canāt put it off any more, Logan told him they would only last about a week and that he'd have to go out to find more.
His growling stomach and bad sleep has him thinking that going into town is a great idea, sure it's the most infested area around but it's also the most stocked.
He can probably nab a bunch of great stuff there!
He straps his sword to his hip, the pleather strap he got after the original one was torn is in bad shape but he ties it as best he could before getting his bag on.
Climbing in the beat up mini cooper they used for swift moving he drives off towards the town.
Right outside of where it starts to get more dense with buildings he parks the car - he can't risk getting noticed by the dead.
Slow, stealthy alleyway crawling is one of his strong suits fortunately and in almost no time and only two close run ins with zombies later he spies a small store.
There's zombies crawling all over the place on the outside, but the windows aren't shattered and the door seems to be closed so it should be relatively empty in there.
Stalking his way to the back alley he's able to open a window, thankfully there where only a few stragglers limping their way through.
This window leads him to a darkened back room, he turns on his flashlight.
There are shelves here filled with boxes on one side, a little office area to the other and a counter separating this room from the store.
Odd layout but it's a small store, it also looks like it hasn't been touched since the apocalypse started.
Jackpot!
He goes out to the store to see what's there, it has normal corner store wears and he's got the pick of whatever he wants!
This is going fantastically, why haven't they come here sooner?
He's halfway filled his bag when he hears a noise echo through the store, he can't tell where it came from but he knows he should get out.
Movement from the front of the store catches his sight.
