New follower here! I fell In love with your works and AUs, and can't wait to see more of it! And I'm not sure if its asked yet (I only went through the blog's playlist so far) but will you make a fanfic of sort of the cartoon AU thing (my dumb brain forgot the name).
Anyways, thank you for the good food! Hope all is well, and have a good day/night!
*off to dive into the blog again I go*
Welcome to this hellsite, get yourself comfy, we have expired lemonade and bloody muffin~
I had kinda mention it before, i already have 3 of the 45 episodes i have in mind fully write, BUT, here's the deal
I write scripts, like movie scripts, 'cause that what i use to make comics, i don't know how to convert that into a fanfic.
'm working on it, or trying to, but the language barrier is really making me reconsider and just make a comic for each episode (i already try it with the first episode, and the sketch look good to me)
i wouldn't have a problem with it, it's my comfort media after all, if wasn't for the fact that, with comic, it take me a lot more time to finish it, specially 'cause i would like this to be in full color (and with at least decent backgrounds), and 'm already loosing my hands with the factory side of my au, this part would fall really down in the priority list.
So yeah, 'm going to make cartoon episodes for the critters, but 'm still unsure if you're going to see it soon in fanfic mode, or later in comic mode, we will see.
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✪ — choose a scenario and/or dialogue prompt and i’ll write a blurb
∗ o6﹕ sender gives receiver company in the hospital .
idk if u want a character for this or not but if u do, remus <3
chocolate orange
valentines week celebration!
summary — remus keeps you company in hospital.
content — remus lupin x reader, reader is in hospital, nothing graphic, no mentions of why reader is actually in hospital
"Remus, did you walk here?"
"From the bus stop," he tells you, sitting his tote at the end of your bed by your feet.
His hair is damp where it curls near his eyes, his grey shirt littered with charcoal dots where he's been hit by the rain. He's panting and trying not to show it, wiping the water away from his flushed cheeks.
"Remus," you groan, only because your boyfriend can be hopeless sometimes, not because it hurts to sit up in your bed. You say this with a kindness in your heart only.
"Y/N," he says back, a lot less annoyed. Not that you are, you just worry for him.
He scrapes the chair he's been living in for the past few days back over to your bed and sits down. You wipe at your face now he's so close and hope he doesn't notice your reddened eyes.
"Have you been crying?" he asks because of course he does. You're stupid to think he wouldn't have.
You shake your head and try your best to smile convincingly. "No." Your voice, all scratched up now that you feel caught, betrays you.
"Hey, c'mon," he says softly, searching for your hand under the itchy hospital sheets. He sits here because it's the side where your hand doesn't have the oximeter attached to your finger. Despite being in the sun for the better half of the afternoon.
"I was," you say, swallowing. "I was in a bit of pain for a moment, but I'm okay now."
"Have you seen your nurse?"
"Yeah, she gave me something." Your smile this time is genuine. "I'm okay now, I promise."
You think he believes you. You're relieved when he's smilng again like he's remembered something. He perks up in his seat. "Good," his voice is warped by sudden excitement. "Good, okay, because I brought you some stuff."
"Really?" you say, sitting up some more. It hurts and you wince to show it.
"Hey, woah," he says, "Don't hurt yourself, baby."
"I'm sorry," you apologise and Remus frowns at you for it, "Sorry, it's just so boring in here."
He leans forward to reach for his bag and now he's groaning as well. He's probably in just as much pain as you are. He's just better at hiding it the more he gets older.
"I know, honey," he says all sugary sweet. The way he speaks to you when you're in pain is almost as bad as he is when you're not. He's patient and soft, not that he isn't all the time, but it's different. He makes this place bearable.
"Not long now."
He wheels your table over to where he's sat and starts to empty his totes contents.
"Okay, first," he says holding up some peaches, "I got you some fruit because I know you're starting to hate the food here."
You grin. You want to laugh, he's giving you a little haul. He's adorable.
"Just don't tell Mrs. Williams." Mrs. Williams is the older lady that's in the room next door. She's beginning to be known as the food thief on your floor. You giggle. "Because there's condensed milk in here as well and she'd definitely try to snatch that up."
You tip your head back and laugh. "Remus!' You swat his arm, "You can't make accusations like that."
"You saw her with your jelly!"
You tamp down your laughter but you're still smiling. He's right, she did steal your lime jelly.
"Right, okay," he says with the ghost of a laugh bubbling up his throat. He pulls out something else like it's a treasure. "I raided my chocolate stash," he has a Cadbury's favourites box and a Chocolate Orange that looks a bit crumpled, "I did open the orange on the way here, sorry."
You laugh some more because you can't help it. "That's okay."
He starts to pull out some of your books that you were reading before you got here and one that Lily had recommended. A stack of cards because Sirius said he wants to beat you at Spit next time he's over.
"And the piece de resistance..." he says in his best French accent, reaching to the bottom of the bag, "these!"
In his hands are a few watercolours. A stack of them really, part of a collection you've been tempted by for weeks. They're really expensive, way out of the both of your budgets, and it looks like he's gone and bought every colour there is.
"Remus..." you say softly. He's grinning so wide that you can't even be upset. But you'll still scold him. "Remus, they're so expensive, I told you not to by those for me."
"I knew you'd say that." He kniws what you mean. You're not angry with him, he knows you don't feel like you don't deserve them. "But you've been so unhappy in here lately and I know your art makes you feel so much better."
You won't argue because you have been miserable in here and he's gone and done such a lovely thing for you. You want to cry but you won't, you've done enough of that lately.
"Thank you, so much, Remus," you say wholeheartedly, "Really, I mean it."
"It's okay." He reaches for your case that's piled on top of your sketchbook and opens it up. He gently lays them inside and tries to sneak in the graphites he bought you as well. You tut and he holds back a snort.
"Do you want to draw now?" he asks, putting your stuff away in your drawers. "Or are you tired after last night? Have you gone for a walk today?"
"I'm okay," you giggle.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Lily gave me her copy of Back To The Future if you have time to watch that on the player?" you ask and shuffle to the side.
"I always have time," he says earnestly, trying his best not to squish you as he slots himself to your side. You pull your blankets up over him and he tries to act like he's comfortable with his legs hanging over the end of the bed.
"For me? Or for Marty McFly?"
"I don't have to answer that."
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