You Should Write The Most Niche, Indulgent Fiction That Appeals To You Specifically, Because It Will

"Does it scare you? The thought of being your unapologetic self? Living without the shame of being attracted to men? Of wanting me? Of kissing me again? Are you that much of a bloody coward-”

Sirius couldn’t bear it anymore. He made an animalistic sound in the back of his throat, the heat swallowing him whole, crossing every boundary he’d set for himself, and before he knew it, he’d yanked the pirate towards him and kissed him, because he needed him to shut up and, oh - oh.

- new chapter out xx fic: The Serpent and the Viper

“sirius would be the talker and remus would be the listener”

in public yes

in private, when remus was comfortable, he would talk to sirius for hours. about his books, or something he saw in the halls, or just anything, and sirius would sit there, just staring at the way remus smiles and how he talks with his hands, absolutely smitten

Incorrect quotes based on my friend group.

Regulus: I really like this guy, but I don’t think he feels the same way.

Remus, staring at Regulus dressed head to toe in James’ wardrobe: Yeah… no, he’s definitely not interested.

beating the 'sirius is a twink' allegations

new watermark because im insecure

I need you to understand that when I say "comments are appreciated!" I mean that I will reply to every one of them. I mean that an email with an ao3 notification has a higher priority than a message from my mother. I mean that I will have entire discussions in the comment section if you're up for it. Message me on tumblr and I will have the same discussions on an even more unhinged level. I will dissect entire personalities and ships and fictional political structures and worldbuilding with you. I will become your new best friend. You already ARE my new best friend. At the last battle, I would raise Anduril and say "For my ao3 readers" while a single tears rolls down my cheek, and dive into the fray. I would upload from beyond the grave if someone asked about the next chapter

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

Remus: *stands up and all of his joints make horrifying noises*

Sirius, falling to his knees: rail me rail me rail me rail me

I’m begging you to write for yourself.

“But readers don’t like—“ who cares?

The only reader of your story that you should care about is yourself.

Do you like your story? Yes? Then it’s perfect.