Another Apocalypse!AU. Warning for a little blood, PTSD, and some angst.

Also an Amputation!AU.


All he remembered was the sound of teeth ripping through flesh, of burning pain gripping his arm. He saw red, then black, and —


The wound had healed, but the constant reminder was there. He would move his shoulder, only to realize that it was just a stump where his arm should have been. Or had been, before the zombie had torn it off.

He still had nightmares. He still vividly lived through the experience over and over and it was like teeth sinking into his brain and never letting him go.

And then there were his physical limitations. He found that having only one arm made every task more difficult, for example carrying things around. Instead of being to take all the groceries inside with one trip, he had to make several.

Thankfully, his boyfriend was with him and refused to let him do anything alone — he insisted on doing everything with him, just in case he needed help — which was both chivalrous and annoying. When he informed said boyfriend of this, it was met with a reply of, "I love you, and I'll do everything in my power to make sure you never forget it."

And then he just felt bad for being annoyed.

"Thank you," he said sincerely, kissing his boyfriend's cheek. "I lucked out when I agreed to go out with you."

"You had no choice," his boyfriend said, snorting. "Everyone else was either trying to kill you or didn't like you in that way."

"Well, still, in any other world, I would've still chosen you." That earned him a genuine smile. "Thanks for everything...I don't deserve you, no matter what shape I'm in."

"Remus." Sirius set down the grocery bags he was holding and placed both of his hands on Remus's shoulders. "Never say that again, unless you want me to tear off your other arm."

If it had been anyone else who had made that comment, Remus would have stiffened and jumped into defense mode — but this was Sirius, and he alone knew what kind of agony Remus had endured during the apocalypse. He had sat next to Remus during his amputation, held the hand that wasn't infected, and cried his name until his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. He'd been streaked with dirt and blood, a fresh cut on his pale face, but he'd never looked more handsome.

Yes, the memories hurt, but Sirius was here, and as long as he was here, Remus felt safe and comforted.


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SciFi September, Day 3 - Write about a character with a disability in the post-apocalyptic world.

Skyscraper, Floor 2 - (genre) hurt/comfort

1000 - 641. Traumatized

366 - 110. Flesh