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No rest 'til the sunrise

I love this fanart so much that I had to write a little one-shot inspired by it. In my head I imagine that Remus has bad early on set arteritis and uses his wheelchair if the pain is worse. Just a fluffy muggle au but can be read in magical universe if you want to. So I hope you enjoy! Use of medicinal weed

Sirius woke up to the sound of Remus pottering around in the kitchen of their dingy little flat. They had been living there for nearly a year now, it was rented so they couldn’t do anything about the boring cream colour that covered all the walls, but they made sure to cover all available surface with plants, and sometimes books and records if they ran out of space on their bookshelves. Remus usually slept in till the early afternoon unless they had plans except if he was in pain and couldn’t sleep. Considering the sun was rising and dipping into the room through the split in the curtain Remus was up early again. Sirius then shoved the duvet down and stumbled out of bed, eyes still closed trying to cling to the last of sleep that he could while checking up on his boyfriend. His arms were outstretched to make sure that he didn’t bump into anything which didn’t work as his bare shoulder knocked against the door frame of their bedroom. He crossed the small hallway and under the archway separating the space to the kitchen. Remus was sat in his wheelchair with his chequered red PJ bottoms and a soft grey T-shirt. Sirius however had on his softest boxers because summer was definitely here, which was evident as a slight breeze came through open windows. 5 Seconds of Summer was playing through the speaker in the corner of the kitchen as Remus mixed up some extra pancake batter. His soft honey voice filled the small flat before setting the batter down on the side, gripping his wheels and spinning around the area of the kitchen.

“Tell the truth and I’ll show you how to dare” his head was thrown back with his eyes closed and a sated look on his face “Flashlights, held tight, we can own this town”

Sirius pushed his back of the far wall and joined in

“Never say goodbyeeeeeee” Remus stopped his spinning to stare at his boyfriend, all of his tattoos were on show and the rising sun streamed through the windows and carefully lit him up.

“So, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me and tell me that I’ll see you again” they both sang at the top of their lungs, which would probably wake the neighbours up because it was currently 6 in the morning. The problem was neither of them cared.

“Cause I don’t know if I can let you gooooo” Remus’ hand latched on to Sirius’ and pulled him on top of his lap and sung to him with a ridiculously happy smile on his face.

“So, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me” Sirius happily obliged and smiled into the gentle domestic moments and cradled Remus head with such care as their lips were brought together.

“I’m dying just to see you again” Sirius sang back at him as they parted. His hand smoothed down Remus shoulders over the old worn T-shirt as the music settled into the background. “You in pain again?”

“My shoulders were aching which woke me up around 4 and my left hip is well, not good.” Remus pointed down to his leg which, conveniently was not the leg Sirius was sat on.

“Want me to roll?”

“Duh! That’s what I’ve been waiting for” Sirius sniggered as he raised himself from Remus’ lap to fetch the small tin at the back of the cupboard. Remus pushed himself over to the window waiting for Sirius to join him as he carefully rolled out a joint. Sirius sat on the windowsill as he passed Remus the joint and lighter watching carefully as Remus cradled it between fingers and brought the flame up to the tip. It was lit and Remus looked at the horizon, but Sirius just stared at him. Vaguely Remus waved the joint over at him not really looking until Sirius caught his hand taking the joint and carefully kissing Remus’ knuckles. The two hands were clasped together and placed in Sirius’ lap as he carefully took a drag from the joint blew the smoke out the window and into the breeze.

“Cause I don’t know if I don’t know if I can let you go” Sirius sang along with the song in the background once more and Remus pulled on his hand and sung the next lyric.

“So, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me” and he did. “Will we ever be able to listen to that song with out making out?”

“God I hope not” Sirius looked disgusted at the notion and wrinkled his nose slightly handing back the joint and watching as the smoke curled around Remus after taking a drag. “I’ll finish the pancakes you finish the joint”

“That I can do!” Remus nodded taking another drag. “Chocolate chips are in the cupboard on the left”

“I know how you like your pancakes Remus we’ve only been together 2 years” he said standing up and walking back to the kitchen area “Here’s to teenage memories!” Sirius sung grabbing the chocolate chips and dumping the whole packet into the mixture and heating up a pan. “Whoa oh oh oh ohhh. Whoa oh. Here’s to teenage memories!” The first pancake got caught on the edges and didn’t flip right so it got burnt in some places and was still raw in others. Sirius dumped it and got started on the second one which went perfectly and soon there was a stack of fresh chocolate chip pancakes on a plate. Sirius carried it round with a jar of Nutella to the other side of the breakfast bar where Remus was now sat at the little dining table they’d got together from a charity shop a few streets over. The plate was plonked in front Remus, and he grabbed the knife sticking out of the Nutella jar smothering the first pancake, picking it up with his fingers and stuffing it in his mouth. Sirius loved Remus and loved making him happy so if chocolate chip pancakes with Nutella was the way to his heart so be it. Sirius got to wide the chocolate smudge of the side of his boyfriends mouth and relish in the slightly startled look Remus gave him before picking another pancake and the Nutella knife. Remus would never trade these mornings with Sirius for anything, the pain was worth it to feel how loved he was.

I love them.. and they love each other...

Your jumper

So I know I haven't posted anything for a while, I've been a bit busy with Uni work to write anything new. However, I have had some creative writing assignments and created some OC's. I was quite proud of this assignment I did and I'm currently working on another one. TW: talks of suicide, suicide of a family member and self harm scars.

I’m wearing your jumper. The one you left on my doorknob that morning. The creak of floorboards woke me up, but I turned over and dove back into a dream. It’s weird knowing that the last time I saw you it was a shadow slinking down the stairs and not you jumping on my bed to tell me about the book you’ve been reading or smiling after you beat me at cards. Your jumper stills smells of lavender and sea salt and the sand won’t leave the crevice’s of your pocket, like you won’t leave the crevices of my brain. I want to scrub you out, get a scourer on all the grooves and maybe it’ll hurt less. Scrubbing every memory of you every thought you gave me, every lesson. Losing my brain rather than losing you. I want to forget all the stories you told me to get me to sleep, I want to forget the nights we stayed up star gazing, I want to forget that you never lived outside of this hoodie, but you left it that night.

The sun rose again, the birds sang once more, and the waves continued to crash against the rocks. The sky was painted with pink and orange hues that night, tonight the sky was stained purple as it gave way to bright glistening stars. The hunter, Orion waves his club, the Pegasus spreads its wings proudly, Cassiopeia clutches to the north pole in an effort not to fall off her throne. I hope one day you find your way to the stars; I can look up at you and tell your story like you used to tell me theirs.  The world kept spinning and the stars still shone in the sky everything kept moving. I had to keep moving too. I’m getting up, I’m listening to the birds singing, I’m watching the sun rise and set with each new day. I’m watching the moon go through her cycle her silver face turned to me and her amber smile comforting me the way you used to. She is reflected in the water that you greeted as an old friend; you threw open your arms as the waves did too.

The scars you left on your arms, your thighs, your face. I wonder if they stung when you hit the sea spray. The white lines dig in and create grooves in your skin like a record player going round, playing the same song over and over. Your life plays out in my head and the record goes round on the turn table. It’s your favourite, the one you barely let me touch for fear of breaking it. Funny that a song meant more to you than your own life. Although lots of things meant more to you than yourself. Your skin and blood a sacrifice, it drips, drips, drips. You didn’t care about yourself, your life, your blood, your soul. You cared about me though. That why you left me your jumper, right?

Roles and positions aboard the Marauder

This is how everyone fits into my pirate au marauders fic specifically on the ship, the Marauder. This took me ages so like it or go fuck yourself I'm running on no sleep and no coffee or tea or chocolate. Enjoy bestie :)

Captain (James Potter)

Elected by the crew

Charismatic

Experienced

Complete authority in battle

Leads the attack when boarding a ship

Even-tempered

Skilled with both sword and pistol

Received double share of the loot

Tactical decision maker

Quartermaster or first mate (Remus Lupin)

Second in command (most authority on the ship after the captain)

In charge of seeing the captains orders carried out

Handles day to day operations of the ship

Helps divided plunder amongst crew accordingly

 In charge of discipline

Received a double share of loot

Master-at-Arms (Marlene McKinnon)

Deals with security of the ship

Fitness of the crew

Dispensing of justice

Feared and dreaded of a ships officers

Captains closest collaborator with the quarter master

Expert in the art of combat and war strategy

Internal management so in charge of organising crews plans when attacking merchant ships

Navigator or Sailing Master (Lily)

Gets the ship too its destination

Trained to navigate with stars

Determines ships latitude

Sail from east to west with ease

Longitude is harder to determine

Sailing north to south is more guess work

Crucial to the workings of a ship

Boatswain or bosun (Alice Fortescue)

Junior officers

Keeps ship in shape for travel and battle

Looks after wood, canvas, and ropes vital to swift and safe sailing

Led shore parties to restock supplies or find material for repairs

Oversees activities such as dropping and weighing the anchor, setting the sails, and making sure the deck is cleaned.

Received share and a half of the loot

Reports general condition of the ship to the captain

Experienced sailor

Cooper (Frank Longbottom)

Makes and maintains barrels

Inspects storage barrels to insure they are sound

Dismantles empty barrels to make space in limited cargo areas

Reassembles when needed

Doctor or Surgeon (Sirius Black)

Helped with diseases and wounds

Amputations often necessary to stop infections with proper medicines

Trained doctors were hard to find, and sometimes veteran sailors would serve in their stead

Serious injuries were common amongst pirates

Pirates suffered from venereal diseases like syphilis and tropical illness like malaria

Vulnerable to scurvy (caused by a Vitamin C deficiency when ships ran out of fresh fruit)

Medicines were worth more than gold

Carpenter (Regulus)

Answers to the boatswain

Ensures ships structural integrity

Fixes holes after combat

Makes repairs after storms

Keeping the masts and yardarms functional

Knowing when the ship needed to be beached for maintenance or repairs

Would have to make repairs on desert island or stretch of beach

Would use what they could scavenge or cannibalize from parts of the ship

Sometimes double as the surgeons

Master Gunner (Dorcas Meadows)

Extremely complicated and dangerous procedure

Everything had to be specific placement of the shot, correct amount of powder, the fuse, and the working parts of the cannon itself

12-pound cannon balls but the cannons range from 3000 to 3500 pounds

Skilled gunner was a very valuable part of any pirate crew

Trained by royal navy

Worked up from being powder monkeys running back and forth carrying gunpowder to cannons in battle

Master gunners were in charge of ALL cannons, the gunpowder, the shot, and everything else to keep the cannons in working order.

Leader of a small group of gunners

Four to six people needed to aim, fire, reset, swab and load.

Coordination with other gunners required

Harder on pirate ships as they rarely wanted to destroy other ships but disable them

Gunning crew

Master gunner (commander of gun crew)

First gunner (Fabien Prewett)

Second gunner (Gideon Prewett)

Loading gunner (Barty Crouch)

Wiper (Evan Rosier)

Deputy loading gunner (Hestia Jones)

Deputy wipers (Arthur Weasley)

Powder monkey (Bill Weasley)

Musicians (Pandora Lestrange)

Popular on pirate ships because of the tedious life

Help to pass the time

Having skill with musical instruments brought with it certain privileges like playing while others worked or increased shares

Sometimes taken from ships pirates plundered

Cook (Mad-Eye Moody)

Prepared food

Would rarely step in as surgeons to help with amputations

Often old crew members that have suffered crippling injuries

Rigger (Benjy Fenwick)

Rigging and unfurl the sails

In battle pull enemy vessels near enough to board

Role taken up by other sailors

Lookout (Kingsley Shackbolt)

Positioned at the top of the mainmast to alert crew of enemies, ships or land

Sometimes the role would be taken up by different sailors

Helmsmen (Peter Pettigrew)

Steers the ship with information from the sailing master

Sometimes the role would be taken up by different sailors

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Aro culture is, okay fine i did enter a romantic relationship for research purposes and damn I aint doing that again. I don't know how to explain it, but it (a romantic relationship) somehow is very strange to me and i dont know where my repulsion is coming from. I could do exactly the same things without getting repulsed as long as it isn't explicitly labeled as ronantic. Mission failed i guess because getting into a relationship just gave me more questions.

So uhm yeah i still don't know why I'm so damn repulsed BUT i am not repulsed somehow if it isn't labeled as romance. Lmao wth is up with me🥲

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why do people always only expect you to have one thing. one disorder one pet one gender one pronouns one name one favorite movie one crush one best friend. like why do I have an inventory limit

being on the aro spectrum would be a lot easier if being single wasn’t made to feel like a literal death sentence