second chronic illness themed @wolfstarmicrofic! this one featuring Remus with endometriosis for Endometriosis Awareness Month! CW for endo symptoms and mention of blood.
“C’mon, pull your shirt up.”
Remus drags his eyes away from the mindless comfort show on the TV screen. “What?”
Sirius sits down on the couch near his legs, curled tightly to his chest. “You heard me. Pull your shirt up.”
“Sirius,” Remus whines. He looks back at the television and curls his arms tighter around his lower abdomen, trying to absorb the warmth of the heating pad cradled there. “Leave me alone, it hurts.” An understatement if there ever was one. It’s like his uterus is a towel being wrung out until he cries, until he almost throws up, until he’s lost so much blood he’s dizzy with it.
A chilly hand cards gently through the curls falling over his forehead and Remus leans into the touch. “I know, baby, but I want to try something. Maybe it’ll help,” Sirius says.
And, well. He has Remus’s attention, but he’s still skeptical. “What is it?”
Sirius holds up a familiar brown tub of cream, one that Remus had bought for his joints and discarded months ago when it gave him no relief. “You haven’t tried it for this, have you?” Sirius asks.
Remus tilts his head, considering. No, he hasn’t. He doubts it will help, what with the big nothing it did everywhere else, but what does he have to lose by trying?
“Alright,” he agrees, and struggles to sit.
“No, no, hey, stay there. Just lift your shirt a bit for me,” Sirius says.
Remus does. Sirius insists on rubbing the cream into his pelvis for him, knowing how Remus hates the scent on his fingers.
Afterwards, Sirius settles into the opposite corner of the sofa, far enough to give Remus’s overheated body space, but close enough that he doesn’t feel alone. And Remus waits, and hopes.
realized something i blogged was ai generated so i deleted it but now i feel rly stupid for not just reading the tags first bc it was literally tagged chatgptedit 😭 sorry y’all i promise it will haunt me forever fr
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
thank you @brandileigh2003 for the tag!!
Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!
Love on the Fly
Remus/Sirius/James Cafe AU
Pain AU
no pressure tags: @madefortherain @tiredfinch @greyfavorite
just to add on, this is absolutely true when it comes to people shitting on fics just to shit on them (eg not liking characterizations). this does NOT apply, however, when people are calling out racism and making other such important and valid criticisms. (this is not directed at op, they didn’t say anything about this! i just wanted to say it because i’ve also seen some people yelling at people for calling out racism and that is not okay)
Yall need to remember that no matter how popular a fic gets (even if it’s literally the most popular fic on ao3) it still goes against fandom etiquette to publicly hate on it or say that it’s bad. Those opinions belong in private conversations or in your private bookmarks, nowhere else. Fanfics are gifts that we aren’t entitled to, and we have to treat them as such.
that "OKAY SO" before someone u love starts infodumping........ most blessed feeling in the world
so apparently i have to say again that remus is not a loser or unattractive because he’s disabled? there are a thousand other reasons you can hc or pull from canon for remus being a pathetic loser, you can hc him as unattractive as you want, and there is LITERALLY no need to bring his disability into it! i’m so fucking tired of this
Sirius: “No I’m normal everyone thinks Remus is the hottest person alive”
Remus: excuses himself from a party after 10 minutes bc he wants to go knit. Wearing the most heinous jumper even your grandfather would shy away from. Blacks out after one (1) beer. Dies if someone makes eye contact with him. Sits awkwardly in the corner trying not to cry when he has to stay in a party for too long (fails every time). Bones pop 87 times every time he stands up. Cannot sit on the floor or he will need to be picked up bc his back is so bad. Asks Sirius + James + Peter to kiss his booboos bc his mummy used to do it and it made it feel better. Always has at least 3 books on him but needs Sirius to carry them bc he’s too weak. Hates smoking bc he’s worried about cancer. Very awkward. Loser.
Hello everyone and welcome all to prompting for HP Ace Aro Fest, or HPAAF for short, for 2025!!
Prompting will be ongoing from now through Aromantic Visibility Day which is June 5th.
Love fics where being a werewolf is part of Remus’ everyday life. It affects his senses, like better smell and night vision. Him eating two times his weight one day and not being able to touch food the other. Even better when it affects his magic, making it a little wilder and him being naturally good at wandless magic. Then there’s of course all the pain pre and post moon. I’m a proud advocate for Remus having to use a cain sometimes and hating it because ‘he’s only 16 for god’s sake and there are too many damn stairs in this fucking castle’.
Sirius: Moony, if you had to describe me in one word, what would it be?
Remus: Annoying.
Sirius: Okay, rude. Try again.
Remus: Infuriating. Ridiculous
Sirius, pouting: Moony—
Remus, kissing the tip of his nose: Fine. Mine.
Sirius, immediately flustered: Oh.
This was a tough post to write.
I saw a post about disability rep, and I kept thinking about it, and wanted to share my own takes on the topic.
I thought about it for days, trying to figure out how to word it. Then after drafting it, I stuck it in a file for a couple of weeks, trying to decide if I could even post it. This is not a topic that can be boiled down to a simple yes/no kind of answer.
Let’s start with two examples.
1 - I have a short story I started writing (it wants to grow up to be longer, so it’s waiting for time) where my original concept was to write about an older woman who is short and has major chronic pain, and I wanted to dig into fantasy reasons why this pain exists, but at the same time, have her be able to kick ass despite being exhausted and dealing with excruciatingly painful issues.
2 - I once drafted a portal fantasy storyline wherein a young man was transported into a fantasy world, and when he was given a horse to ride, he approached it very warily. He was encouraged to mount, did so, and sat there and exclaimed in shock, “My brain isn’t exploding with snot!” because his allergies hadn’t come with him into the body he had in the fantasy world.
Both stories were designed to be fun, a bit light, maybe even cozy.
So.
In one case, the disabled character remains disabled and kicks ass anyway. And in the other case, the character is magically “healed” and no longer has debilitating allergies that had wrecked his way of life.
This is the difficult part to express: I think both storylines are valid.
Bear with me while I dig into this.
First and foremost: I completely agree that we need more representation in all forms of fiction, especially when it comes to disabled people being able to live their lives. Characters with missing limbs, or non-neurotypical brains, or anxiety & depression, or hearing issues, or sight problems, or chronic pain, or… or… you get the idea. We need all of it, and we need it to not need to be magically healed in order for a story to be considered happy and cozy. Disabled people can be happy, too.
I’m all in for this, and I wouldn’t write the stories I do if I weren’t.
However, there are also moments where I am so exhausted by my body and by everything I deal with inside of it where I do wish for that magical ability to forget that my pain exists. Or for the ability to actually process information in a straight line, or make decisions without writing a hundred lists and accomplishing nothing from them. Or to be able to lie down in a field of grass without regretting it for days while I drip snot and fight sinus-pain-induced migraines.
Sometimes I want to imagine that my life is different.
And that is one of the joys of writing. I can choose to write a story where people like me or the people I know are the heroes/heroines exactly as they are, different abilities and all. Or I can choose to write a story where the problems magically resolve.
Both can be cozy, sweet, and adorable. I can give the character with chronic pain the ability to kick ass, take names, and have a sweet reunion with her ex-girlfriend. I can show all the ways that my disabilities may define how I handle my life differently than someone else, but do not define what I can and cannot do.
But I can also daydream about a life where it’s different, the same way I can daydream about having wings, or being able to teleport. For me, imagining a day with no pain is the same as a day where I can walk through walls. It is absolutely a fantasy, and about as likely to happen.
Here’s the thing: It’s okay to be angry to see what looks like disability being erased. It’s okay to wonder why the author did that, why they magically healed someone instead of letting them be who they were. But at the same time, maybe ask why, and what point of view it’s coming from. Or look a little deeper into the story and how the resolution occurs, and the effect it does have on the character (I suspect that were I to suddenly have a day of no pain, I’d be intensely reckless, given what an idiot I am while IN pain, y’know? And WOW would I regret that later…).
And for authors, think about what you’re writing. WHY is this particular event (keeping disability, erasing it, whichever or both) happening, because the reader will take note of it. They may see things that weren’t intended, but are there as unintentional biases.
Make conscious decisions for why things happen.
Someday I want to get back to both of those examples from the start of this post; I still like both concepts. But I’ll be writing them for very different reasons, and both will be healing my soul in different ways. Different kinds of daydreams. And again, I think that’s valid, too.