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spotted!! remi woods on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 26 year old looks like vanessa morgan, but i don’t really see it. while the graphic novelist is known for being a ray of sunshine my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be impulsive. i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song calm down - rama & selena gomez {she/her / female} - penned by lex, 32, female, she/her

Basics:

Name: Remi Woods

Age: 26

DOB: June 10th, 1997

Gender: cisfemale

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Graphic Novelist

Parents: Emily Hudson & Zachariah Woods

Siblings: An older brother, Gideon Woods

Biography:

Like her brother, Remi had been enrolled at classes in her mother’s studio from practically the moment she could walk. It was something that Remi truly loved. She was always a free spirit of a child, so being able to express so many emotions through the movement of her body was amazing to her. Plus, she was her big brother’s partner when they got older, and well, what could be better than that?

TW: Murder/Death: However, when their mom died, Remi found it hard to find the same joy in dance. She would always be at the studio because that was where she felt closest to the woman, but she wouldn’t dance unless Gideon needed a partner.

TW: Child Abuse: When their dad began unravelling after what happened to their mom Emily, Remi was terrified. While she wasn’t completely free from the abuse, she experienced it much less because of her brother. Gideon would always stand in front of her and take the brunt of it which she would always scold him for. Remi would often tell her to let her carry some of the burden as she helped him ice whatever new ailments had been added to the slew of injuries they’d had to hide over the years.

TW: Child Neglect: Gideon saved her from much of the abuse, but Remi was practically avoided by her father as much as possible if he wasn’t drunk or angry. Since she held such a striking resemblance to her mother, the man could barely stand to look at her. Zach would often scream at her for no reason, and at times ask why she got to live while his wife was taken from him.

The way Remi avoided it all was through art. She’d draw and create stories as a new way to unleash the creativity that lived within her. It was an art teacher when they moved to LA that had told her how good her work was, and that she should have it looked at for publishing. When she was seventeen, with the help of Gideon, she worked towards getting an editor and working with a publishing company.

Remi only kept her bubbly and sweet nature because she remembered how much her mother would call her sunshine. She felt that if she allowed her father to stomp that light out of her, then her mother would be gone for good, and she absolutely refused. So, she loved fully, embraced life as much as she could, and lived with the regrets.

TW: Addiction Eventually the life of Hollywood and her past caught up with Remi. After a hot, passionate, and whirlwind love affair with Alana Bishop, Remi just wanted to party. After all, why did she want to settle down anyway? Her mother had, and while it had given her Remi and Gideon, it had torn away her dream of dancing while sticking her with a man like Zachariah. So, she partied instead with her friend Celeste. It was all just in good fun until she started realizing that the cocaine she used as a pick me up was something she was craving all the time. She started missing deadlines, being reckless, and avoiding those she loved. If it wasn’t for her brother and her friends like Waverly and Flo, she didn’t think she’d had gotten the help she needed.

After rehab, Remi left Hollywood behind for a bit to go back to New York. She lived in the city and truly thrived while she was there. As promised, she checked on the dance studio their mom loved so much, and sent pictures to Gideon to show how well it was doing.

Now, she was back in Hollywood because she felt like she’d run from her past enough. Remi needed to prove that she could survive in Hollywood in order to consider herself healed, and well, she missed her people.

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naminethewriter · 2 years

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Brothers and Secrets Chapter Three: The Mansion in the Woods

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Summary: Remus set out on his backpacking trip across Europe with a route in mind but no set time frame. So when he suddenly calls Roman as he's about to go to bed and demands to be picked up from the airport, Roman is rightfully caught off guard. As it turns out, Remus has experienced more in those two years than his brother had thought, not only getting himself a boyfriend but also a house to live in with said boyfriend.

There are many things Roman finds suspicious about this new set of circumstances and as time goes on, the mysteries pile on. Remus is hiding something, but what? And how will his secrets impact not only Roman's life but that of their friends Patton and Janus as well?

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Two weeks later, on a Sunday, Remus, Roman and Janus were on their way to the former’s future home. Patton couldn’t make it in the end because he caught a cold and while he was almost healthy again, he didn’t feel up to a long day out and about. Janus had to promise him to take lots of pictures.

Roman was driving, Remus sat next to him, brimming with energy while Janus in the back was the opposite, completely relaxed. Despite Remus having described the house as being ‘close by’, it would take them almost two hours to get there and that Remy guy had to send them specific instructions because most navigation systems wouldn’t have the right path. But for now, Roman could stick to the empty road ahead, having left the city streets around 20 minutes ago and only one more hour until they were supposed to arrive at their destination.

“So, what exactly can we expect when we get there?” he asked his brother. He hadn’t been able to get many details from him so far but maybe the excitement would loosen his tongue a bit. If he knew more than what he had told him so far.

“Well, I’m not entirely sure. From what Logan told me, the house is about the same size as the one in Liechtenstein, maybe a bit smaller. Remy’s been living there alone for years, and he apparently isn’t the best at keeping things in order so there might be some stuff that needs fixing. I have authorization to use the family funds to do so, as well as buy furniture and the like if I’m missing anything. Electricity and such should work since that’s something important to Remy, so we should have Wi-Fi and tv and shit. There’s a garden but Logan has no idea if that’s been taken care of or not…” Remus trailed off, apparently trying to think of anything else.

“So the house might be falling apart and the garden could be fully overgrown,” Janus summarized. “Lovely.” He did not sound enthused.

“It’s not gonna be that bad!” Remus protested, turning around in his seat to face the other. “If the house isn’t in proper state, Remy could get in a lot of trouble with the elders in the family and that’s not something you want, Logan said. Nothing will be falling apart but there may be some leaks in the roof or creaking floorboards, and it may not be super clean and stuff. But you don’t need to do anything, this is just to get a look at the situation so I can plan for moving in. I can fix shit myself later.”

Roman hit his brother so that he sat down properly again, he was not keen on a run-in with a random cop that just happened to spot them in the wrong moment. Remus grumbled but obliged.

“You expect me to believe that you will fix up the place by yourself? I am supposed to be the liar here, Remus,” Janus commented and Roman watched him for a short moment in the rear-view mirror before speaking up.

“I know it sounds weird, but we both learned a lot from our dad about repairing stuff. It was very important to him that we could solve some common problems on our own like fixing a leaking faucet or car maintenance and such.”

“Yeah! And I did a lot of gardening with mom that Roman was too fancy for.”

“How dare! It was simply not an activity I enjoyed!”

“Sure. You didn’t enjoy it because it made you dirty and damaged your poor fragile little fingernails.”

“Shut up, Remus, or I swear I will stop and leave you out here.”

“As fun as that sounds,” Janus chimed in, “I do not want to have wasted my time coming all the way here and from what Remus has told us thus far, that Remy fellow will not let us in without him.”

“He won’t!”

“Fine!” Roman groaned. “But you keep him in check, I need to concentrate on the road.”

“Will do. Remus, dear, please tell me about your favorite dishes from your trip.” That topic indeed kept Remus occupied as he started to tell Janus all about various weird sounding foods he ate over the past two years. Roman did his best to tune them out since Remus also included some speculations about how they were prepared and those could be rather gruesome.

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Roman grew worried again after he had to leave the main road to drive along an uneven one into a forest about 10 minutes prior. They were following Remy’s instructions which Janus was reading aloud since Roman didn’t trust his brother to do it with how excited and unfocused he was currently, but the winding path seemed rather sketchy. Even though it was barely after noon and sunny, the thick canopy above them let not a lot of sunlight through.

The road wasn’t travelled much, Roman could tell but it was kept clear from fallen trees and still drivable. He wondered if that was also Remy’s doing or if some kind of ranger was responsible for this part of the woods. For all he knew, they could already be on private property belonging to that mysterious family of Logan’s.

Just as he was thinking that, a gate appeared in his vision on the road ahead. Large and black with spikes on top it left a rather hostile impression, but Janus confirmed that it was part of Remy’s notes. Apparently, they could just open it since the locking system broke a while back and he hadn’t yet got it fixed and a manual lock was too much trouble.

Roman had barely stopped the car a few feet away from the gate as Remus rushed outside to open it, skipping the entire way. Roman watched him with a bit of a foreboding feeling.

“He’s going to be hard to keep track of, isn’t he?” Janus commented from behind him and Roman would vehemently deny that he flinched, having almost forgotten the other was still in the car with him.

“Probably yes.”

“At least it’s basically his house, so we don’t need to worry about apologizing to anyone when he breaks anything.”

“As long as it isn’t some family heirloom. Those elders he was talking about sounded rather conservative and creepy.”

“Who knows? Old families often times are weird. Especially if they’re old enough to have traditions like they do.”

“You seem to be speaking from experience.” Roman looked at Janus through the rearview mirror again and their eyes met. The latter shrugged.

“My family has some quirks as well, I suppose.”

“Such as?”

Janus smirked.

“It’s a secret, I’m afraid. Unless you wish to become part of my family, Roman.”

“Huh? What? No!” Roman sputtered, cheeks turning red. He broke eye contact to see what Remus was doing outside. He seemed to be done with the gate and was returning to the car.

“I was simply kidding, my prince,” Janus chuckled. “No need to be so embarrassed.” Before Roman could protest, his brother climbed back into the car and loudly demanded they continue on their way. From the gate it didn’t take long before the house came into view.

Roman had developed a fascination with architecture sometime in his teens. Not enough to consider it as a potential career (too much math) but enough to do long nights of research on different styles during history and memorizing their characteristics. His guess, from first glance out of a car he was driving – though slowly – he would say it was Victorian. Before he took a more careful look, he decided to focus on parking.

The driveway was made from stone, uneven and overgrown but still smoother than the dirt path prior. It had the standard fancy-rich-people layout of a fountain in the middle and a circular path around it. Roman couldn’t really see a parking spot so he just stopped the car close to the path up towards the front door. Remus again immediately jumped out of the car before Roman even had a chance to turn the ignition off. Janus had the dignity to wait until then before following him outside.

After Roman had excited the vehicle, he took a moment to inspect the building more closely while Remus bounded off towards the door, Janus following him. The porch was elevated, a few short steps leading up to it. Metal railings prevented anyone from falling and a roof covered it all the way around the side of the house, supported by pillars forming tall archways. The house had three stories as far as Roman could tell and two towers, one on each side, thought the one on the right was a bit taller than the other on the left. Most of the bricks were covered in ivy but beneath them he could see red while the roofs were a green coloration that almost blended into the woods seamlessly. Most definitely Victorian architecture, he concluded.

He was startled out of his thoughts by three very loud, echoing knocks. Apparently, Remus had reached the front door and it must have a metal knocker attached because there was no way his twin had produced that sound with his bare hands. Roman hurried after his companions and just as he cleared the last step, the door opened.

He didn’t know what to expect from some guy that took care of a house in the middle of nowhere and was part of a very cryptic family, but this wasn’t it. The man, presumably, Roman hadn’t actually thought to clarify pronouns ahead of time but Remus had called him ‘guy’ more than once, wore shades despite coming from the inside, a leather jacket and jeans, and had a cup from Starbucks in hand (they were miles from the next settlement, where the hell did he get that?!), loudly slurping its contents as he looked them over.

“’Sup babes! Glad you could make it.” Roman glanced at his companions to see if they were as confused as him but Janus’ expression was completely neutral while Remus was grinning, obviously delighted.

“HI!” he yelled. Volume control had never been Remus’ – or Roman’s for that matter – strong suit and was even worse when he was excited. Remy didn’t even flinch. “I’m Remus, that’s Janny, and that’s Ro-bro.”

“Remy, honored. Hate to do this but I need conformation, gurl.” He held out his hand and Remus slapped his own on it without hesitation, the resulting sound echoing through the house behind them. Again, Remy didn’t react besides pulling the offered hand closer and examining the ring.

“Yeah, checks out. Welcome to my humble abode, I guess. Make yourselves at home, since, y’know, it’ll be your home soon.” Remus immediately ran past him while Janus took more controlled slow steps.

“It’s Janus, by the way. I would be careful to keep him away from anything you don’t want broken.”

“Nothing really valuable in here that couldn’t be replaced, babe. Except maybe the books but since he’s Logan’s boytoy, I’m sure he knows not to mess with those.”

“Boytoy?” Roman echoed, displeased.

“Boyfriend, fiancé, whatever,” Remy clarified, taking another drink from the cup in his hand. “Guessing you also have another name than ‘Ro-bro’ I should call you?”

“Roman.”

“Then please do come in, Roman. Before your brother really does break something.” Warily, he complied, and Remy closed the door behind him. He couldn’t shake the feeling of being trapped and had to resist the urge to check if he could open the door back up again. This isn’t some horror movie, he had to remind himself, calm down.

The foyer was a large open room with a set of double stairs leading up towards the second floor. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, covered in cobwebs. Considering Remy’s attitude so far, Roman wasn’t surprised that he didn’t clean up there. There were a few doorways leading further into the house and even more on the upper floor that Roman could make out. The walls were decorated with large paintings of people he didn’t recognize, and the floor was wooden, covered by a carpet that would probably be beautiful if it was cleaned properly.

Remus was already on the second floor, hanging over the railing trying to get close to the chandelier. Janus wandered around downstairs but kept an eye on their chaos gremlin. Roman sighed but didn’t interfere though he startled as he heard a chuckle from behind him. He definitely didn’t like Remy being somewhere he couldn’t see him, he decided. Something about the guy unsettled him.

“Want me to give you a tour or do you wanna explore for yourself?” Remy asked, obviously amused by Remus’ antics. If he registered Roman’s wary of him, he didn’t show it.

“A tour would be for the best,” Janus spoke up before Remus could. “It would be more efficient and I’m sure there’s going to be some questions.” Roman could see his brother’s pout, of course he would’ve preferred to run around at his own whim, but Janus’ plan was too reasonable to argue.

“Sure thing, hun, follow me and I’ll show you everything you need to see.” Remy opened a door to the left, motioning them to follow him and despite him being upstairs only seconds ago, Remus was the first past him. Janus and Roman exchanged a glance and steeled themselves for a strenuous few hours.

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The house seemed bigger on the inside than the outside, at least to Roman. Remy led them around for at least two hours, showing them the dining room, kitchen, parlor, bathrooms (thankfully very modern but older aesthetic), at least six bedrooms of differing sizes, and more. The biggest room by far was the library and Remus jumped around in there even more excitedly than before.

“Lolo’s going to love this! He said this is one of the biggest collection the family has!”

“Yep,” Remy agreed, popping the ‘p’. “And there’s even more in the basement. Some… relatives of mine literally just come by to dump their stuff in here and I dunno how to sort them, so I just put them down there. Good luck getting Lo out of there once he gets here.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Remus grinned, wiggling his eyebrows, “I have reliable methods for getting his attention.”

“Tmi, don’t need to know any more, thanks babe.”

The last stop on their tour was the garden. Remy led them through a backdoor outside, onto a terrace. The stone under their feet hadn’t been cleaned, Roman could tell, and there were weeds growing through the gaps between the tiles. There was a table and chairs, but they all looked like they hadn’t been used in years, rust clearly visible. The few potted plants placed on the railing had outgrown their pots and were spreading over the tiles and rails.

The garden below wasn’t faring better. If there had been paths between bushes before, they weren’t there now. Inside, they had found quite a few things to repair, most of which Remus had already predicted: creaking floorboards, small leaks in the roof, furniture that was about to fall apart and so on. But this out here? That would take the most time to restore, Roman figured.

“I know this looks horrid, but I like, can’t with plants for the life of me. That’s my boyfriend’s department,” Remy explained as he leaned against the doorframe, not having stepped outside with the rest of them. Remus, who had been inspecting the overgrown fauna, waved him off.

“I love the vibe of it! But I’m gonna need to get it under control at least somewhat or Logan’s gonna have a fit. I like gardening.”

“Knock yourself out, gurl. There’s some rare stuff planted here but I can’t tell them apart. Maybe you’ll have more luck there.”

“I won’t be much help inside, but here I can be of assistance,” Janus hummed. He stood at the railing, stroking his hands along one of the plants and Roman thought for a moment he saw it shudder. It was probably just the wind though.

“Thanks, Janny! I’ll take you up on that! But the inside comes first.” Roman nodded in agreement absentmindedly. Indeed, the garden wouldn’t worsen much more in the next few months, but the house certainly could. Especially if the leeks weren’t fixed.

“You can literally do whatever you want, I don’t care,” Remy said, yawning. “I just want this house off my hands.”

“How did you end up taking care of it?” Roman asked. “No offense, but you seem ill equipped to handle it.”

“None taken, babe, I totally agree with you. I didn’t wanna do it either. I was just crashing here for a bit when the elder who was taking care of it had to go somewhere, I don’t remember why or where. It was supposed to be temporary, but the asshole just send me a letter one day saying he ain’t coming back for a while! I tried to find someone else to do it, but no one would. Logan’s saving my ass, if I couldn’t visit Emile soon, I might’ve just burned the place down.”

“Arson’s fun!”

“Emile is your boyfriend, I assume?” Roman asked, definitively ignoring his brother’s comment. “Why can’t he come live here with you?”

“It’s complicated. He can’t just leave, it would take like a lot of prep, he’d only be able to stay here for a few weeks at most and that just ain’t worth it y’know? His roots run deep if you know what I mean.”

“I don’t.”

“Not important. Anyway, I don’t wanna be a shitty host or anything, but I’m wiped. If you wanna stay longer, fine by me but I’m heading to bed.” Without waiting for an answer, he disappeared back into the house. Roman watched him, brows furrowed.

“Something the matter?” Janus asked, suddenly beside him. He barely managed to suppress a flinch; he was startling way too easy today.

“I’m not sure. But he seems weird to me.”

“Remy?”

“Yeah. Something’s off about him.”

Janus hummed for a moment before answering.

“He is certainly eccentric but otherwise fine.”

“I don’t know. I don’t really like the thought of Remus living here with him.”

“Don’t worry so much. I’m sure Remus knew what he was getting into. He’ll be fine.”

Roman wasn’t so sure but he didn’t comment on it again. Janus was right in that he needed to trust that his brother knew what he was doing. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was going on. Something… not sinister, probably, but definitely something out of the ordinary.

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