james potter

LONG fic charting the marauders' time at Hogwarts (and beyond) from Remus' PoV - diversion from canon in that Remus's father died and he was raised in a children's home, and is a bit rough around the edges. Otherwise canon-compliant.1971 - 1995 This IS a wolfstar fic, but incredibly slow burn. Literally years. Long build up but worth it I promise! PLEASE DO NOT COPY TO WATTPAD. SERIOUSLY, WHY?? Spotify playlist:https://open.spotify.com/user/htl2006/playlist/3z2NbLq2IVGG0NICBqsN2D?si=Liyl_JKJSx2RUqks3p50kg (Compiled by amazing reader, JustAnotherPerson) DISCLAIMER: I do not support JK Rowling's disgusting transphobic views. NOTE: I AM NO LONGER READING OR REPLYING TO COMMENTS ON THIS FIC

People make mistakes, but they also make choices. It’s important to James, that difference. He does his best not to confuse the two.

“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 Hermione finds a way to bring Sirius back from the veil, her actions change the rest of the war. Little does she know her spell restoring him to life provokes magic she doesn't understand and sets her on a path that ends with a Time-Turner.

Kill Your Darlings: To remove or refrain from using something in spite of one's affection for it Years after Regulus loses his brother they're reunited, and as he struggles to figure out where he fits in Sirius's life he also struggles not to get lost in the impossible feelings he has for Sirius's best friend.

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.

Regulus Black, presumed dead for over 2 years, shows up at an Order of the Phoenix meeting with 6 mangled horcruxes and Voldemort's corpse. How does the wizarding world move on following the abrupt end of the war, and how does Regulus come to terms with the last four years of his life? Not on his own evidently, as his brother makes an effort to return to his life, James Potter tries to weasel his way into his heart and the friends he left behind in the name of the war aren't willing to leave him alone any longer. An endgame jegulus, wolfstar and rosekiller longfic with regular updates, angst and drama.

“Okay, okay. You’ll find someone to pine after soon enough, though, I’m sure.” Sirius gets up and goes to James’ overflowing chest of drawers, pulling one open to look for a more suitable pair of jeans. James goes back to looking in the mirror. “I don’t pine,” He mutters. *** British modern high school AU where James is the popular jock/ football star and Regulus is the quiet artist who couldn't be less bothered by status or popularity. They work on a project together. Pining ensues.

“You’re obsessed, huh?” “Absolutely, indefinitely obsessed.” “Good,” he said, feeling unusually bold all of the sudden, “we make a good pair, ‘cause I’m obsessed too.” A tale about human nature. Remus is an aspiring author, tasked with writing a book about the up and coming, wildly popular band, The Marauders. Sirius, front man, immediately dislikes him because he doesn’t want his life exposed, pried at by some stranger. Stranger becomes friend, friend becomes more. A love story told through music of the time, emotions disguised in lyrics, metaphors, colors, and the attitudes of struggling people.

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

His eyes widen and he watches James bring three of his fingers—fingers that are still glistening, still coated with Regulus—up to press down on Lily’s plush bottom lip. She accepts them, and she moans as she seals her lips around the digits and hollows her cheeks slightly, sucking. Regulus would say that it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen if it wasn’t for the way that only a split second later, Lily has her hand wrapped around the bottom of Regulus jaw—pressing on the hinges in a command for him to open. She tugs him closer and spits right into Regulus’ open mouth—his own taste being delivered onto his tongue. OR Lily decides that the three of them should play twenty-one questions—with veritaserum. Obviously, this leads to some interesting realizations.

“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?

Declaring your relationship in the midst of war was dangerous, unless you were untouchable. They were best kept secret, until it was safe.James Potter thought he could have it all- a marriage to Lily Evans, and a relationship with Regulus Black. Until, of course, he wanted an Heir. ___ Hydrus Arcturus Black is born on the 8th of May 1980. Henry James Potter is born on the 31st of July 1980. Two very different boys, with very different lives.

Every time someone flirts with Regulus, James gives him an orgasm.

"Their gazes hold in the mirror as Remus takes a small step forward, his chest brushing up against Sirius’s knuckles, his arms still behind him in a halfhearted attempt to hook the corset shut. Remus brings his hands up slowly, starting at the base of Sirius’s spine and gently tracing the clasps already closed. Sirius’s hands fall to his sides but not before dragging across Remus’s abdomen, the tops of his thighs, before settling in their natural position. They haven’t spoken. They haven’t looked away." OR Remus has been in love with his best friend for years and everyone knows it but Sirius, who remains completely oblivious to their feelings for each other. So much so, that he asks Remus to help him with an errand--choosing some lingerie he can wear for his boyfriend, who very much is NOT Remus Lupin. The thing is, Sirius didn't tell Remus beforehand what he was helping him with, which might just be a terrible mistake...or the push they needed.

He was Lord Sirius Black III, of the Noble and Most Ancient House, Duke of Sutherland, Marquess of Stafford, and Master of Godric Hall. He would not be sent into a tailspin by a simple tailor. He would not pine over a meagre suit. He was stunning, dripping in silver and black and deep shades of purple. It was him, his beauty, his body, not someone’s craft, that made him the powerful, imposing figure that commanded the attention of every insipid soul out there. More, they demanded. And he would be more. He would be everything. After the death of his father, Sirius takes up his place at the head of Britain's most influential aristocratic family. And Sirius is absolutely fine with it. After all, he has the wealth, the titles, the huge estate - plus everything money can buy. What more could he possibly want?But there’s something missing, a hollow ache he can’t ignore and that he's apparently determined to fill with suits. Which explains why he finds himself returning again and again to the quaint little atelier across the Welsh border. It certainly has nothing to do with the attractive tailor and his stupid smirk.

Sirius hates a lot of things. He hates early mornings, he hates losing Quidditch matches, and he hates his parents. But most of all, Sirius Black hates Remus Lupin.

Hermione was not meant to draw attention to herself, so why was she suddenly so involved with the Marauders? (Or Hermione is reborn as a Rosier in the Marauder's Era and sets out on a mission to change history)

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.)

“Has the great James Potter never knotted an Omega before?” Regulus sneers down at him, rolling his hips in a way that makes James' back arch. “What? Too busy fucking that Beta girl, Evans?” “N-no,” James gasps, hands flexing in the sheets. “Never… never fucked anyone.” Regulus' hips stop and it takes all James has to bite back the whimper that threatens to leave his throat. “Are you telling me,” the Omega says, slowly. “That you’ve never had sex before, Potter?” He clenches his eyes shut and nods, fingers flexing again into the sheets. He felt like he was going to die if Regulus didn’t start moving his hips again.———Join my discord!