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A little Christmas gift for my mama
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...
Enjoying life in the wilderness
Smoking joints and huckleberry picking while camping back in August
This last winter we went for a walk downtown and made a pit stop to smoke a J.
Yall
Men will never understand like, the indie sleaze, the 2016 pumps (espescially in like a peach color), the girl girls, my coquette babies, the european techno nights, smoking with your bestie while talking shit, hugging your girl friends when you see them, going to a bar in the morning and eating breakfast while smoking.
I swear i need the girlies that get these things to follow me
So, idk about you but i’m getting pretty damn good at rolling j’s now
Drew this for a friend. I've never really tried my hand at drawing, I always only considered myself an artist of words.
I'm trying to draw something for each of my friends. 2 down.