This month’s @wolfstarmicrofic prompts are exercise themed and sooo many of them scream chronic illness to me so here is the first of several chronic illness microfics! This one featuring dysautonomia (: CW for implied internalized ableism.
All Remus can think is that he needs water. He’s overheated, sweat leaking from every pore. He’s dizzy, lightheaded, can barely think straight. All he can think is he needs to sit. He needs to cool off, needs to breathe, he can’t breathe.
But he and Sirius need food. He convinces himself he can handle paying for the groceries. Remus slumps forward, forearms resting heavily on the handlebar of the cart, head ducked, steps slowing to a snail’s pace.
He’s fine. He can do this.
The fog is already permeating his brain, replacing healthy gray matter with empty gray mist. It’s hot in here. He needs to pay. He can’t think.
Remus is clumsy in his scanning and bagging. He’s dizzy. He places the bags into the cart, ignoring the way his heart and lungs and shoulders scream, and heads straight for the door.
The chilly air hits Remus’s skin. It makes him sweat more. He hasn’t put his coat back on, carrying it instead.
When he reaches his car, he tosses the groceries inside carelessly. Despite how unsteady he feels he forces himself to walk to the cart corral and put his cart away.
Finally Remus folds himself into the driver’s seat, head falling against the steering wheel as he tries to breathe.
Five minutes pass, then ten; Remus only feels worse.
He hates himself for even considering it–hates himself more for doing it–but there aren’t many other options.
He reaches for his phone with shaky hands.
“Hey baby, what’s up? On the way home yet?” Sirius’s voice is energetic, excited, loving.
All Remus can manage is a little whimper.
Sirius’s tone changes instantly to worry, concern, still love. “Baby? Are you alright?”
“Feel sick,” mutters Remus.
“Should I come get you?”
Remus hasn’t even begun to consider answering when he hears the jingle of keys through the phone.
He sighs, then whimpers again. Sirius takes it as the yes it (reluctantly) is.
“Be there in ten, Moons. Deep breaths, okay? Remember, you have water in the glovebox.”
Remus manages some pathetic sound and the line goes quiet.
He pulls out the water he had forgotten about.
Sirius is coming.
He’ll be okay.
“me time” and it’s just lay in bed reading fanfiction for hours
i had plans to do sooo much writing this week since it’s my spring break. and i did! at first. now i havent touched my fic in like 3 days though…oops
Me after a long day of writing: *closing the lid of my laptop nodding to myself* that was a good sentence
Another promt heheh sorry:
Remus in a little bakery stall. He's selling pretzels.
Don't apologise!! I love your prompts for it's good enough, and I've had so fun with this one 😍
Welcome to Moony's, freshly baked goodies sold from a homecrafted wonky bakery stall! Remus has heard there's some discourse around what's up and down on a pretzel, so to avoid conflict he's come up with a clever solution for his sign😊
I tried making this a gif but that changed the colours, so this is some kind of video format (it's the second animation I've tried in procreate so I dunno😂). I hope it plays smoothly!!
I don't like this notif 🥲
Sirius, slamming a piece of parchment in front of Remus: That’s it! Sign here, and first thing Monday, I’ll see you in court!
James, Lily, and everyone else, frozen in horror: WHAT?!
Remus, calmly shaking his head: He means at the marriage registry. Babe, that’s the worst way to tell our friends we’re getting married.
Everyone: YOU’RE ENGAGED?!
Sirius, smirking: Not after Monday I’m not. I’ll be married.
Happy birthday baby 🐺
(Artblocked so much I started like 3 other drawings I wanted to post today but couldn’t get anywhere with them, this one has to do cause it’s my boy’s birthday)
reblog if people r allowed to send u asks as if theyre ur friend. wanna tell me how ur day went? do it!!! ask me for advice? sure! ask a personal question? go right on ahead!
As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped by yet another shady individual looking to make a quick buck off the backs of hardworking hobby writers. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.
I have been trying to hold off on archive locking my fics for as long as possible, and I've managed to get by unscathed up to now. Unfortunately, my luck has run out and I am archive locking all of my current and future stories. I'm sorry to my lovelies who read and comment without an account; I love you all. But I have to do what is best for me and my work. Thank you for your understanding.
been debating whether or not it's wise to comment on the whole "fanon vs canon" sirius and remus debate because i think everyone should just write/draw whatever they want for fun, and some people will like it and some won't and that's life baby (and it's also been a long time since i read the source material)
but an idea: two people in a relationship can be brave, intelligent and capable. maybe it's not about one person "stealing" the other's traits, but rather, both of them possess those traits and that's part of why they like each other.