I think Remus has perfected the art of doing everything one handed, when he remembers. But he has a habit of forgetting there's anything in his other hand and just dropping his crutch/cane on the ground.
He's also perfected the little kick to retrieve it off the ground without bending over.
You will never catch him using both of his crutches because he panics and doesn't know what to do when he needs to hold something.
(For Christmas one year Sirius got him a set of crutches that go all around the forearm (among other things) and Remus who's had to buy his own medical equipment and knows how expensive it is demanded the receipt for a WEEK so he could return them. He didn't use them for two because everytime he looked at them he'd feel overwhelmed with love and cry)
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.
Just in case it’s not abundantly clear where I stand- fuck JK Rowling, and ace/aro people, you are so SO valid and loved.
the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.
just a very gentle reminder that there is no being "late" to fanfic! whether it's a work that's 1 week old, 1 month old, 1 year old, or even older, i can promise you that the writer is still just as happy to see you reading their work today as they would've been to see you 1 year ago or 5 years ago or whatever the timeline might be.
Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.
The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol
Uk peeps!! Let’s get this going! 🏳️⚧️🇬🇧
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.
remus does not now how to exist in groups (before the marauders at least) and ends up following them across the whole school even though he was supposed to turn 10 minutes ago but he didn’t know how to interrupt them to say bye and he didn’t want to just disappear in fear of coming across as rude so he stayed silent and kept following
also something i will say but obviously i am one voice here and i am one person and you do not need to take anything i say into consideration if you do not want to but,,, wait with your initiatives in this space.
i know i'm a massive hypocrite, i am in this space. i write for this space. i've also lost many trans friends for being in this space.
and i get the sentiments, i get that these come from a good place. but right now, Harry Potter fandom initiatives aren't what we need.
we don't need a fundraiser where people pay for a prompt and the money is donated - share the donation link on your fandom accounts and pray that, if this fandom is as inclusive and supportive as it claims to be, people will donate anyway.
i'm one person you do NOT have to listen to me, but there is a Pit in my Stomach at the idea of trying to combat this ruling by producing more art for this space.
what we need right now is discussions about reach. what we need right now is discussions about tiktok. what we need right now are big, heavy, uncomfortable discussions about what we are doing within this space, if we are going to keep doing it, and what we need to do to reduce further harm if we decide to stay.
the wounds from this ruling and so raw and even as someone in this space, seeing initiatives designed to help raise money for trans charities being rooted in the creation of fics and art? something that gives her even more traction? salt salt salt.
and i cannot imagine how heartbreaking it would feel to be a trans person NOT in this space and see that this is how people decided to combat it.
people are allowed to hate us for being here. we can't argue against the fact we keep her relevant or give her traction. we can do the best we possibly can, but people can still hate us for being here. they are completely within their right to. and trans people outside of this space? they will not feel supported by this. not at all. heck, even i don't.
i just,,, again. one person's opinion. but,, share donation links absolutely! but right now my efforts are entirely focused on formulating and eventually having discussion about what we do from here on out, and not on the creation of a wide-spreading initiative in which people need to receive Harry Potter art to donate.
donate anyway:
switchboard donation
amnesty international donation
trevor project donation
gendered intelligence donation
all out donation