It’s Okay If The First Draft Is Bad…

sirius black who drives with one hand on the steering wheel, who helps peter tie his tie, who draws on his arms in class, who always hands in his essays last minute, yet perfectly written and always well over the requested length, who wears huge boots and jeans too large for him and a leather jacket one size too big, who loves the beach and the sea, who pierced his nose in his dorm’s bathroom with a sewing needle, who only listens to james, whose favourite weather is the cold winter because the wind sends shivers through his bones, making him feel something, who leans put the window when he smokes in their dorm because james always complains the smoke, who does crosswords in pen and ink because he knows he’s not wrong, who hurts the people he hates and longs for the people he loves, who is reckless and determined and intelligent and arrogant, who’s loyal as a dog and whose words are as sharp as knives.

Hello! If you like dead gay wizards from the 70s, this is for you: I'm the author of "The Serpent and the Viper" on Ao3, a fic centering noble Sirius and pirate Remus. It's an enemies to lovers (and I mean that, because they HATE each other), with lots of tension, hurt and comfort and a deep dive into Sirius' inner struggles. I update every 3-5 weeks and go by whiskeyinamug there too. I'm new to tumblr so I honestly have no idea what I'm doing, but if you wanna support a smaller author of the fandom and read a marauders pirate AU, it'd mean a lot if you checked it out! xx

a sneak peek into the new chapter im working on hehe:

Kissing Remus wasn’t gentle. It was teeth and tongue, filled with desperation and hunger for something impossible. Sirius’ breath hitched when Remus bit into his bottom lip, almost drawing blood. “We-” he tried in the short moment they used to catch their breaths, “we shouldn’t-”.

Remus stopped. He kept Sirius in place, one hand on his neck, lips just a breath away from touching. “You're right,” he rasped, and when he looked up at Sirius, his pupils were dilated. “but I’ve always had a taste for the forbidden.”

Sirius: When I die, donate my entire body to science.

Sirius: Except my middle finger.

Sirius: Give that to my mother.

Remus Lupin is cigarette burns in knitted jumpers, tea stained journals, mismatched socks, late night study sessions and unfinished poety about the stars

friendly reminder that sirius chased his own tail and jumped at pigeons as padfoot because it made harry laugh

still thinking about how someone in the comments of asfteotw described remus as “efficiently chaotic and proactively cunty” like hello do you personally know rjl?? thank you for seeing him the way i see him. <3

Literally me with Sirius in my fic… mans been THROUGH it

I always giggle when I think about it...

Am I psycho?

you don't understand, sirius is almost disgustingly gay. but not in a femboy way, in a 70s gay club leather kink way. by the time sirius comes to terms with his queerness & begins to accept himself, the f-slur becomes his favourite self-description. young sirius jumps around dark clubs bare chested and bejeweled, showing off his carefully sculpted muscles. old sirius lounges around his dead parents' townhouse in nothing but a fur coat.

i wish AO3 had, like, an option to tag certain characters as “main characters” or “side characters” because if you try to find fics about an unpopular character through their tag you end up browsing through like 3000 fics where one sentence mentions them scratching their ass in the background and that’s it