marauders era (harry potter)

“They’re… chaos,” Remus said firmly. “And chaos is—”“Rock and roll.”He looked at Sirius sharply, and for once, matched his grin. “Yeah.”“Maybe that’s my excuse then,” Sirius said. “I cause a bit of chaos now, and maybe one day, it’ll turn into rock and roll.” After losing his mother at age eleven, Remus has spent the better part of the last four years bouncing from school to school or else running around London and pretending as though he wasn't the kind of well-bred boy his father brought him up to be. Now, with his chances all run out, Remus is sent to Hawkings Independent School as a last-ditch effort to clean up his act. There he meets the very people who will set up the rest of his life, and is forced to confront the pieces of himself he'd long thought had been lost. (genuinely not apologising for the slow-burn in this fic anymore. You've been warned <3) *Please do not comment on the fic asking about translations because it is unlikely that I will see it. If you're interested in translations/have a question regarding the fic, please reach out on tumblr @motswolo x

this is an ATYD fanfic first!!! and a harry potter fanfic only by necessity. this is literally just me rewriting each chapter of atyd but from Sirius's perspective bc i love this story so much and can't get enough of it. all credit for the original work goes to MsKingBean89 and if for some reason you've stumbled upon this without reading the original ATYD first, please go do that!! Read the original here 8/24/23PLEASE DON'T POST MY FICS ON GOODREADS/STORYGRAPHS/ETC. PLEASE DON'T REPOST MY WORKS ON ANY OTHER SITES. PLEASE DON'T PRINT OR BIND MY WORKS USING THIRD PARTY SITES THAT MAKE A PROFIT - DO IT BY HAND OR NOT AT ALL. DO NOT SELL BOUND COPIES OF MY FICS.

When James Potter answers a mysterious ad in his local coffee shop, the last thing he expects is to be thrown into a world of white collar crime, but how can he resist when the mastermind behind the operation has dark hair and brooding eyes and promises wealth beyond James' wildest imagination? He would do anything for that boy named after a star, including stealing millions of dollars of fine art.

Like Icarus, plummeting into the sea with stones of regret in her pockets. SI-fem!Snape, Time-Travel.

“Very particular, but loyal. Suited for illusionary magic and games of deception.” Regulus’s wand foretells his future in a single breath when he is just eleven years old. Year One: Codependence Regulus felt very young as he looked up at his big brother. “Why did you do it?” “I was protecting you,” Sirius answered simply. “You can’t protect me from everything.” “We’ll see about that.” Or: Coming from a family like theirs, maybe it wasn’t such a surprise that Regulus and Sirius were a little bit codependent. But entering Hogwarts will push Regulus to navigate for himself a world of new friends, a society beyond that of his parents’, and dreams of a strange lake with a glowing green light that calls to him.

Regulus tutors James in potions, because he has a crush on him, and he would do anything to spend some time with James. What happens when Regulus decides to test how James feels about him by brewing Amortentia with him?

Harry finds himself transported to the Great Hall… when his parents were at Hogwarts. His husband is not going to be happy.

"Let's throw a New Year's Eve party!" Sirius had said. "It’ll be fun! Almost everyone stayed for the Winter Formal this year, we can't pass this opportunity up, please please please, James!" James was a schmuck. Of course he said yes. A handful of days before the big event, he learned the truth - the evening was to serve as a backdrop for Sirius's confession to Remus. The 'plan'? Get drunk and wing it. Unable to sway Sirius from his awful idea, James turned to an unlikely ally for help - his best mate’s brother. Working with Regulus was so easy, he had total confidence they’d keep Sirius from mucking it all up... until things start falling apart when jealousy gets the better of James. (Fortunately for them, they're not the only ones ringing in the New Year with a scheme.)