I Had Plans To Do Sooo Much Writing This Week Since It’s My Spring Break. And I Did! At First. Now

Vacation - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic - March 8: Pool - Words: 188

“What should we do today?” Lily asked over her mountain of fruit from the breakfast buffet.

Remus was making his way down a third plate of pancakes and looked around to see what the others thought. They had been on a guided tour to the volcano and on a boat trip to see dolphins. They had been to the beach and explored the local markets yesterday. There was nothing more he felt he absolutely needed to do.

“How about a quit day by the pool?” Sirius asked.

“There will never be a quiet day while you are here”, Lily quipped.

But Remus nodded eagerly.

“What?” James turned to him, “you don’t even like swimming?”

Remus shrugged and tried his best not to look at a certain black-haired beauty eating his own stack of pancakes just beside him. “It can be nice to just… you know… sit by the pool and relax.”

Lily looked between Remus and Sirius and then smirked. “You’re right. And watch people in swimwear."

“No”, Remus coughed pointedly and let his hair fall in front of his face to hide his burning cheeks. “Just… relax.”

If you listen closely you can hear moony go mmmhhrhhrr

i put remus in a pickle jar <3

dont worry he likes it trust me

Remus spending TWELVE YEARS thinking Sirius betrayed James and not doing everything in his power to rip apart the earth until he found answers? I refused to believe it.

I hate having banger fanfic ideas. What do you expect me to do? Write them down????????????

My loves <3

it’s december first and the christmas vibes have stolen me already im obsessively writing a remus/sirius fic with trans remus

a wolfstar drawing I did back in December

I somehow lost the password to this account and then completely forgot about its existence but I’m back and I’ll continue posting my art on here :)

the question of fic comments is very straightforward actually. readers do not owe writers comments. writers do not owe readers fic. there is no bargain, no transaction, no debt.

fic is a gift. comments are a gift. gifts are exchanged between friends, out of love, not out of obligation.

I write for myself. I post it for others, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. I read for myself. I comment for the author, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. perhaps we were not friends before, but we are now, however fleetingly, because we have given each other gifts out of love.

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