marlene mckinnon

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.

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.

"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.

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