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author-chan06 · 3 months ago

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Trick or treat for remrom

Heya, jewels! So nice to have another trick or treater! I spun the wheel and… Another treat it is! And for you I have a fic about reincarnation, with an established relationship, codependency, spells, mind melding, and a happy ending! Pairing: Remrom/ Roman Sanders/Remus Sanders Wordcount: 1,580 A/N: I swear I am spinning a wheel and just got treat again ahah, I’m not sure what I would do for trick but I’m sure it’d be fun, either way, this one is kinda different from what I normally do, because at first Remus and Roman aren’t as connected as they usually are. Which was just as strange to write for me, as it was for them to experience. Luckily I fixed that for them (and for myself ahah) Tws: Codependency, Isolation, Reincarnation and Loss, Mind Melding and Mind Reading, No Privacy

Mending Our Broken Mind Into One

Summary: Roman and Remus got a spell from a witch that will allow them meld their minds into one like they used to be.

“No, c’mon, Ro— the witches pretty website says you gotta put the candles like—” Remus shoves the candle about two inches to the side and grins when Roman merely sighs and agrees, fixing the others, and leaning back over the laptop’s glowing screen with Remus, trying to read the words as they swim across the page.

But Roman looks up at the time and almost jumps, only stopping himself because he knows it would hit his brother, and instead turning around. Which Remus easily allows, arms encircling his waist and chest pulling away from his to look down at him with a curious expression. “We need this done in about two minutes or we’ll have to try for another night. It says three thirty on the dot, and it is already three twenty eight, so—”

Remus grins and pulls away fully, and Roman tries to ignore the shiver that runs over his skin at the separation. “No problemo, bro! All we need now is the incantation and we’re all good! Lets just settle down— you can sit on my lap if you wanna,” He wiggles his brows and Roman flushes, but they both know that the spell says they have to specifically sit opposite each other. Even if they don’t like it. “Read the incantation. Make our dreams come true, then boom! Have Halloween sex and go to dreamland!”

“How is Halloween sex any different than normal?” Roman asks in amusement.

“Ro,” He hums. “It’s getting closer to thirty.”

Roman jolts, letting out a quick, “Yes right,” and quickly scrambling to close down the laptop, open up to the correct incantation in the witches book, and sit down at the right spot on the circle, as Remus follows behind with a grin and a laugh in his throat.

Roman tries to ignore the burn of his cheeks, and clears his throat, as he starts to read. The words seem to leap off the page, echoing across the space, something heavy growing in the middle of the circle the farther down he reads until the book almost slips out his hands, grip turning sweaty and shaking, mind trying to spin away with him. He braces it with his other hand, and his knees as well as he can without moving out of the position it gives them, and blinks rapidly, painfully, through the way the pages start to light up, as if a miniature sun is erupting from it and trying to dig into his eyes.

It grows brighter and brighter, so hard to look at his eyes water, brighter and brighter and brighter and—

The lights shut off and Roman has to swallow around a lump in his throat to continue the chant, his voice shaking but still going, still the words tumble off his tongue. He can still feel Remus in the room, right in front of him, eyes sharp as they watch him, green flashing in the dark, hopeful and strong and his, and it calms him just enough to finish.

Roman pauses his movements, hands holding the books finally lowering, stomach twisting, and looks around. Nothing has changed so far, but… something has shifted in the atmosphere,

The silence is unsettling, as it always is this early in the morning, but neither of them move or speak to break it. They both wait with baited breath, eyes darting around the room and trying to see if anything has changed, if anything will pop up, if it worked.

Nothing immediately jumps out at them, but after a few minutes the lights flicker back on and the weight in Roman’s chest lifts, as if it inherently knows that they no longer have a reason to worry, and when he looks over at Remus he feels the echoing of his emotions— disbelief, excitement, something so all encompassing and too familiar to describe— and he can tell that Remus wants to finally break the circle and rush over to him and curl around him forever, and it’s well, Roman has always just wanted, so—

Roman nods his head, letting the book thunk to the ground as Remus does just that, scrambling over and pressing them together, and Roman digs himself into his brother, mind jumbled and yet clearer than ever, the press of Remus against his feels different, more natural and yet more alien, but he loves it so much that he slides his hand across Remus’ neck and cups his face, a giddiness that he’s never experienced before bubbling under his skin as he looks at Remus and can practically hear his thoughts in his own mind, as welcome and as natural as breathing; and it’s the thing they’ve been missing for their twenty years on this planet.

“Oh Aphrodite,” Roman whispers, something like tears burning behind his eyes when a flicker of amusement and awe slides through his mind in response, not his own but still his because that’s— “This feels exactly like— Re, you can feel it too—”

“Yeah,” Remus agrees, leaning into his hand, his own coming to sit on top, another grabbing at the back of his shirt before sliding underneath, “Yeah, it feels exactly like back then. Like we’re—”

“In each other's minds. Two halves of one hole.” Roman finishes easy, almost absentmindedly, and yet it has his entire focus, just like the hand on his and on his back has his full attention. Scars and calluses and something else sliding across; he shivers; he wonders what kissing would feel like like this. “It’s exactly what we were hoping for.”

Because he knows that for sure now, no more doubt can exist. Roman knows exactly what his brother’s feelings are— awe, excitement, a bit of shock at it working, a little bit of horniness at the way their skin is pressed together, warmth warmth warmth happy happy happy— what he’s thinking— he’s happy and wanting, just like Roman, and he wants to touch everywhere, and to stare at him, to create with him forever, to talk and laugh and have— and he knows that Remus can feel him too. They know each other inside and out now— just like they used to, just like they always should have been able to.

Roman never thought they’d get this again— when they’d woken up in another world, in seperate bodies and separate minds, no Thomas anywhere, no other Sides there to greet them, forced to live new lives in a way that felt so very foreign— and it has always ached, like the Split but even deeper, like a cleaver had been taken to his very essence. But this— this is a sewing together, a melding, to fix them, to get them back to being… one.

His hands curl around his brother and he laughs; it’s watery and amused but something almost angry rises under it, and Remus notices, pressing a kiss to his cheek before sliding a hand higher underneath his shirt, and whispering into the night, “It’s alright, Ro, we’re back now. The witch said this is permanent, remember? As long as we stay up through Halloween, then…” Remus prompts him, and Roman huffs a laugh, and lets himself press his nose against his collarbone, eyes fluttering shut.

“Then we’ll be able to be really connected. Yes, yes. I know.” A poke to the head and he peeks out of his half shut eyelids, a small smile twitching his lips. “I’m not falling asleep,” He yanks at his brother's shirt until Remus leans closer, and smiles, the warmth of his chest spreading to his fingertips as he says wryly, “I am merely resting because of how long you kept me awake last night. Despite how much I reminded you that we would need the energy today.”

“I did say that Halloween sex is different.”

Roman laughs, “That wasn’t Halloween. It is Halloween now.” But he cannot deny he doesn’t really mind. Remus knows this, of course, but he doesn’t bring it up, only shrugging and scooting closer, legs tangling with Roman, hands clasping.

Remus grins and Roman has to squeeze his hand and feel the flair of warm happy amused just because he has to. “No, it was all Hallows Eve.”

“That’s,” Roman snorts and giggles, leaning his forehead against his brother’s, and he’s sure he’s projecting the same feelings right back, tangling in both of their chests just like their limbs are, heating the air around them despite the chill outside, “That is not what that phrase means and you know it.”

“Yeah,” Remus agrees easily, “I do.”

They both giggle this time and pull closer, closing their eyes, not sleeping, but their chests going warm enough that they cannot help it. That it feels natural, obvious. Roman thinks that if he tries enough he might even be able to look through his brother’s eyes, that he could shut his own and open up to see his own face staring at him in naked adoration.

He doesn’t try it yet, but he does press a kiss to his brother's lips and sigh with a small smile.

Yes, despite Roman’s doubt of this, he is glad that he allowed Remus full reign this week, because when he reaches out and feels him— content, shimmying in place, wondering what he might let him do now, in love love love in need need need— Roman feels something old, ancient, something primal, that used to ache fiercely dull to warmth.

Remus echoes it back, and Roman finally relaxes.

@remrom-trickrtreat

#remrom #this was honestly fun because i love talking about their innate need to know each other so well that they need to actually be able to #read each others minds #like they’re so codependent that being in two different bodies is wrong for them #they’re one person technically and even in thomas’ mind when they got their own bodies after the split #they were still connected #so this really was an inevitability once they woke up as normal humans #normal as in just having their own lives normal in heavy quotation marks #they’re still strange as in they make friends with the supernatural as in their goals are to both actually kill someone (remus) and #to act in a movie where he gets to flirt with his brother in public (roman)#as in they’re still dating each other #anyway i could go on about this stuff forever so I’ll cut myself off now ahah #proshipper safe #comshipper safe #authorchan06.writing #authorchan06.asks

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