#chat is this regulus coded

[fallenseraph01]

unfortunately any ounce of vulnerability makes me want to self isolate and hide away. I low key have to force myself to compliment people not because I'm not already thinking the nice thing but because saying it out loud is so scary. Every text is a risky text cause if I'm texting first it means I want to talk to you and now you know that and what if you didn't feel like talking to me and now you're pretending you like me and oh i should go drown in a cave

[h0wll]

Posting my current AO3 fanfic links here, please enjoy!! Crossovers will be colour-coded in purple 😊💛💜

Harry Potter/Marauders:

ziggy played guitar

Short, no-magic modern AU, domestic Wolfstar fluff one-shot with trans(ftm) Remus and ace Sirius (ft. their cat Magnus). 1,355 words.

la lune and i

No-Voldemort Hogwarts AU Moonwater potions partners slow burn with trans!Regulus Black. Ft. Rosekiller, Xenodora, and Dorlene. 8,750 words.

less than three, you love me (typing out my fantasy)

Texting/social media no-magic modern AU Marauders Era. Genderfluid!Sirius and Remus date each other anonymously and don’t realise. Ft. Wolfstar, Jegulus, Marylily, Rosekiller, Dorlene, and Xenodora. 1,664 words.

JOYRIDE

Modern no-magic AU one-shot Rosekiller get freaky in a car (HEAVY SMUT) inspired by Kesha’s new song. Ft. Wolfstar and Jegulus. 2,501 words.

Knee deep in the passenger seat (and you’re eating me out)

Modern no-magic AU one-shot Blackrosekiller get freaky in a car (AGAIN) HEAVY SMUT, inspired by Chappell Roan’s Casual. 3,815 words.

the near and the deer ones

Short, Christmas fluffshot with the Potters, Sirius, and Regulus. Pre-Jegulus but they’re happening! 2,391 words.

this sweet scent (fangs glowing red)

Omegaverse Marauders AU with omega regulus and alpha james. Ft Rosekiller, Wolfstar, and Pandalily. 6,155 words.

Sleepily, Venus sinks and hollows

Modern PJO-AU Marauders. Centred around Wolfstar and Jegulus. Everyone are demigods and go to CHB, but Kronos is rising. Ft. Rosekiller, Dorlene, Marylily, and Xenodora. 6,751 words.

Percy Jackson:

XOXO (Kisses Hugs)

Discontinued(?) PJO kinktober with trans!Percy/Ganymede. Only chapter up is pegging, though I may continue it this October?? Possibly?? 3,681 words.

My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia:

Gold-skinned eager baby

MHA/BNHA AU where Touya Todoroki survived and got custody of Shoto and raised him. Ft. Autistic Shoto and Seroki. 5,717 words.

Kintsukuroi

MHA AU where Izuku Midoriya dies and becomes a ghost due to a quirk, and does typical ghost!Izu things like haunt Bakugo. Warning, this fanfiction has very dark themes! 7,775 words.

The Consequences of Iida Tenya's Foolish Actions

A Class 1-A group chat crackfic where everyone’s gay and has issues. 1,277 words.

Hatchling

KRBK kidfic with trans!Bakugo. (the kid is not kiri’s, but he’s a great stepdad). Warning, this fanfiction references teen pregnancy, underage sex, and features a teen parent. 8,257 words.

Bakugo Katsuki and his inability to keep secrets effectively

Crack fic where Katsuki can’t keep the OFA secret and accidentally starts a rumour. Warning, this fanfiction has scenes/references of sexual abuse, child grooming, and non-consensual teacher-student relationships. 2,190 words.

rather melodramatic, aren’t you? (you mind if i smoke?)

MHAxJJK fusion fic. Megumi Fushiguro and Yuji Itadori are assigned the task of guarding hero-course students during their forest training camp. (itafushi and background bkdk). 6,192 words.

[gh0stwithaheart]

Jegulus is so sailor song coded

“When you get a taste can you tell me what’s my flavor” literally James hopelessly in love with Reggie, hoping that one day he could love him the same way

“I don’t believe in G-d but I believe that you’re my savior” Regulus after showing up on the Potters doorstep to be greeted by James who immediately rushed him inside to help.

“I sleep so I can see you cause I hate to wait so long” Not only does James dream about him, but he sleeps early just so he can have those early morning chats with Reggie when no one else is around.

[madisunivrse]

welcome to…

madi’s blog!

@madisunivrse

this is a safe space and everyone is welcome, but anti shifters and bigots please do not interact.

get to know me!

hi guys! my name is madi (or madeline if you're feeling fancy), i’m brazilian, i'm straight, i go by she/her pronoun, i’m fifteen (turning sixteen pretty soon), i’m not religious, i'm pro choice, and i’m a shifter!

ps. you can find my with the same @ on tiktok :0

i love talking to people, so if you ever want talk about your dr, vent, or just yap about nothing specific, my DMs are always open! i promise i'm nice!!

some of my top fours are:

- singers: noah kahan, zach bryan, hozier, and ariana grande.

- songs: maine by noah kahan, 28 by zach bryan, broken clocks by sza, and silver springs by fleetwood mac.

- movies: avatar, pride and prejudice, little women, and the virgin suicides.

- tv shows: new girl, bridgerton, 911, and the walking dead.

- youtubers: brittany broski, kurtis conner, danny gonzalez, and italianbach.

- me coded characters: jessica day (new girl), brittany pierce (glee), kitty bennet (pride and prejudice), hyacinth bridgerton (bridgerton).

tags!

#madi yaps - random rants and stuff.

#madi's info - informative posts.

below, there is a list of my drs, as i post stuff about them, i'll add tags!

my shifing history!

i first found out about shifting back in october 2020, and ever since, i’ve gotten really close to my drs! i’ve had many very lucid dreams, felt many strong symptoms, and at the moment i feel closer than ever to actually reaching my drs!!

masterlist of my drs:

kind of in order of my favs - w/ bow emoji= main drs

- 911 dr (s/o: evan buckley) 🎀

- marauders era dr (s/o: regulus black) 🎀 -> #madi's marauders

- bridgerton dr (s/o: benedict bridgerton) 🎀

- lost dr (s/o: james ‘sawyer’ ford)

- outer banks dr (s/o: rafe cameron)

- stranger things dr (s/o: steve harrington)

- the walking dead dr (s/o: carl grimes)

- new girl dr (s/o is an oc)

- avatar the way of water dr (s/o: ao'nung)

- fame dr (s/o: luke thompson)

- teen fame dr (s/o: jack champion)

- singer dr (s/o taron egerton)

- resident evil dr (s/o: leon s kennedy)

- the last of us dr (s/o: jesse)

- mcu dr (s/o: pietro maximoff)

- vigilante dr (s/o: matt murdock)

- golden trio era dr (s/o: mattheo riddle)

- riordanverse dr (s/o: luke castellan)

- xmen dr (s/o: charles xavier)

- the amazing spiderman dr (s/o: peter parker)

- shameless us dr (s/o is an oc)

- influencer dr (s/o: vince dunn)

- criminal minds (s/o: spencer reid)

most of these aren't fully scripted, but i do have a pretty good idea of all of them. i love talking abt them so if you feel like chatting just hmu!!

[iwriteasfotini]

A Hogsmeade Trip Pt II of IV

Regulus POV, third year (Barty is a third year, Evan is a fifth year) Rating: Teen Unsure word count Continued from this post

Of course all of the clothing was superfluous as Regulus had plenty of school issued items to wear, but you were always permitted to bring your own clothing in lieu of what the school provided, as long as it still fit within the dress code. 

Evan and Roman were rung up and paid for their items, then with a bag apiece, headed outside to sit in the fresh air. Barty was being rung up, and Regulus was still wandering around the shop. He snagged a pair of high ankle pull on leather boots, and an oversized button up jumper. Then a slate grey jacket with a hood, similar to the larger pea coat, but shorter and slimmer fit.  

All in all, Regulus ran a bill upwards of five hundred galleons, with growth charms added to every item, except the scarves. Regulus gave the witch the pertinent information to request the transfer of funds out of his family vault and she started a bit when he said his last name. 

“Mister Black, we are so grateful for your patronage. Allow me to throw in some of these new merino socks which will keep your feet warm in even the coldest weather,” the sales associate beamed at him and added a few pairs of socks to his shopping bag. She said his tailored items would be sent up to the school by the end of the following week. 

Wrapping one of his new scarves around his neck, he left the store with almost nothing to show for his galleons as every item needed to be altered to fit his small frame. 

“Damage?” Evan asked.

“You don’t want to know,” smiled Regulus. 

“I’m starving, let’s go for a bite yeah?” said Barty. 

So they went to the Three Broomsticks for butterbeer and chips. It was crowded and a bit stuffy inside, and they quickly grabbed a table which a group of Hufflepuffs vacated. 

Sipping their drinks, the boys chatted about the start of the quidditch season, lessons, and even girls. Regulus was caught off guard by this turn in the conversation, as he never talked about crushes with anyone. Who would he talk about them with? His soul bonded best friends, the thought was laughable. 

Roman was prattling on about Calista, who for her stunning good looks, had never been known to date anyone. 

��What about you Rosier, anything work out between you and Joslyn?” Roman asked. 

Evan shook his head, “we went out. She was dull.”

Regulus couldn’t be sure, but he thought Barty was shooting covert glances in Evan’s direction. 

“Regulus, what about you,” Roman turned his attention on Regulus. 

“Oh, er, I don’t date.”

“You already have an arranged marriage lined up or something?”

“No.”

Roman laughed, “even if you did, shouldn’t let that stop you from testing the waters a bit, am I right Rosier?” He gave Evan a slap on the back. 

“What?” for Evan had been gazing at his drink absentmindedly. “Oh, yeah, good to see what’s out there.”

“Barty, you have any birds in the wings?”

Barty went quite red, and mumbled something unintelligible. 

Roman leaned back in his chair, sipping his butterbeer. “Well I’m thinking about getting a tattoo,” he said casually. 

“Mate, just do it already. You’ve been claiming you are going to get a tattoo for a year now.”

“Patience Rosier, I need to make sure I know what I want.”

“Then don’t bring it up again until you are sure!” Evan rolled his eyes. 

“Who is tattooing right now?” Barty asked. 

“That sixth year, Craig Bibbler. He’s good too.”

Regulus couldn’t imagine wanting anything permanently etched onto his skin. He’d seen plenty of students with tattoos, and he thought they looked good. But on himself, he wasn’t so sure. 

“Tell you what, your birthday is coming up isn’t it?” said Evan, poking Barty, who went pink again. 

“Yeah, it’s on the fourteenth.” 

“I’ll get you a piercing. You’re too young for tattoos. Piercings though, if you change your mind, you can always take them out.”

“Really!” Barty’s face was bright with excitement. “Oh man, my dad will lose his shite if I come home with a piercing.”

“Well, decide what you want, it’s on me.”

...

Continue to Part III

Find out more about the series I am writing in my pinned post.

[secludedsunflower]

How the marauders era would run a nonprofit

Because I am bored and tired of running my own nonprofit

James: THE GLUE. The public image of the nonprofit and does all of the face-to-face talking. Has insane connections and an odd obsession with the process of getting 501(c)(3) certified (his dad works in business so he knows how the business end works). Has a lot of parent support. Secretly changed the Instagram password because he was tired of Remus' dry captioning.

Sirius: Chaotic but gets shit done. Does half of his work through his phone to the amazement of James and the disgust of Remus. Sends emails at 2am, hacks into his mom's zoom account for unlimited zoom time, and admins the nonprofit's discord server. Secretly the reason that productivity is steady. Always active in the group chats and never shuts up. Trying to convince the group to make a tiktok (its not working).

Remus: The mother hen. Keeps the website running, manages the social media, makes the spreadsheets, watches the email, you name something and he probably does it. Is late to every board meeting but secretly loves the thrill of being in charge of something. Keeps his camera off on meetings and always calls off of his phone, despite preferring his 4 year old broken laptop for every other task. A firm believer in podcasts and youtube channels to spread their cause.

Peter: Forced to help start the nonprofit but ended up falling in love with it. Always eager to suggest new ideas for outreach events and fundraising. His biggest secret is that he gets most of those ideas from scouring subreddits about founding nonprofits. Helps Remus with the website and is actually really good at graphic design. Shows off whatever random animal or bug that is near him while on virtual planning meetings.

Lily: Was passionate about a social injustice and dragged her friends along with her. Somehow does everything all at one and refuses to accept help until she is drowning in word. Actually a really successful leader and everyone loves her. Puts a lot of emphasis on volunteer work as a way to fight this social injustice.

Marlene: Lily dragged her into this but she's lowkey glad because she likes the cause and likes having something to do. Pretty lowkey, but will happily give a detailed explanation of the issue they're fighting and their solution when asked. Has the logo as a sticker on her MacBook and infographic flyers in her bag ready to be handed out on a moments notice.

Mary: The designated PR manager of the group. Will handle social media, the coding the website, and making spreadsheets but dies when faced with face-to-face connection and usually makes Dorcas come with her. Believes in the power of tiktok and instagram as a way to attract a younger audience and is right. Likes making everything fit a theme, and is often seen at a library printer fiddling with the colors and sizing of the newest infographic flyer the group came up with.

Dorcas: A casual supporter of the nonprofit but designed all of the graphics bc why not. Likes listening to Lily, Marlene, and Mary plan in the library and uses them as a background noise of sorts to study to.

Regulus: The nepo-baby. Has connections and experience and fucking abuses that shit (as he should tbh). Already on his second nonprofit but he doesn't care that he has to do twice the work because (1) he likes one-upping Sirius and (2) he likes seeing his friends excited about planning and leading such an initiative. His family wasn't too happy about him being involved in such an activity and tried kicking him out of the nonprofit (which he literally founded lmao) but Regulus said "fuck you" and ended up just doing it behind their backs.

Barty: In it because he likes seeing Reggie and Evan happy but also because his dad said it would be good experience for a future ministry job. Not too enthusiastic about their cause but into all of the logistics. Tries to see a deeper meaning to all of their moves, even if there is none. Insists on using Slack as their primary method of communication and organization because he used it once during a ministry internship and fell in love.

Evan: Also in it to see his friends happy but also because the cause is oddly really deeply personal to him. Literally carries the group chats in all outreach related discussion. If anyone so much as compares his nonprofit to someone else's or to another school organization, he gets super defensive and basically quotes the whole website in their face. Made the website, and is trying to convince Regulus and Barty to agree to starting a podcast and a youtube channel.

[zephyrusislost]

Chapter 2. Sunset

Miss Eleanor was once a cleaner in the church. In her retirement, she still frequented her old workplace. For the amount of time that she spent alongside Father Mackenzie, they did not seem familiar with each other, and rarely exchanged words further than the Hellos and Goodbyes shared between everyone. Anyway, she has been around enough for Regulus to know her name and face, but not enough to know much else.

It was turning colder by the day, and soon, Regulus would have the additional morning task of sweeping snow from the driveway, the paths and the grave. He was not built for this manual labour. But it did take away from the energy he had to overthink everything that happened to him in his life as a wizard, and then there was the pleasant reward of seeing the pretty snowfall.

Monday mornings began the same way as every other day. Because the graveyard must open every day. And there was nobody else to open it. Duh.

Regulus sweeps away the layer of orange-brown leaves mindlessly. His mother, or rather his ex-mother, would be disgusted at the way his life now consisted only of menial tasks, completed to serve others. Sirius would think this is boring, but he thought everything was boring. And James. James, the biggest optimist in the world who the worst things have happened to. James would love this for him, Regulus thinks. Back then, they always talked of running away forever, living a peaceful, good life away from the war. Together.

Monday afternoons are slightly different from every other day, because Miss Eleanor usually comes. She brings her knitting needles and sits beside Regulus, offering a smile and no words. She usually knits until closing. Regulus doesn't know what she's working on, and doesn't really care, but it looks like some sort of cardigan for herself. He watches her, and watches the others that pass by, and overthinks himself into sadness again.

It's four thirty and he goes to the washroom before preparing for closing. It's golden hour now, but that's the kind of thing Sirius would have cared about, not him.

When he returns from locking up the office, someone has taken his place on his swinging chair, and is now loudly and enthusiastically chatting to Miss Eleanor. It's one of the guys he saw yesterday. He has his back to him, and Miss Eleanor looks both taken aback and also very pleased to talk to him. She waves him over.

"Regulus here is the keeper of this humble graveyard," She explains proudly, "and he is most kind to enjoy his peaceful presence when I visit."

Hardly a kindness, not kicking you out, Regulus thinks.

The man seems to share this sentiment because he makes an amused noise. Up close, he's taller and broader than Regulus, and when he turns to face him, Regulus' next words die in his throat.

James - well, Regulus doesn't even know if he's still called James - looks different only because they're in a different era where the dress code norms are different. But his face is still James, just like how Regulus still looks the same.

"James," Regulus whispers, and his final brain cell also short circuits and dies, leaving him quite rudely staring.

"Oh hi! Miss Eleanor was just telling me about this town, nice to meet you, Regulus. Oh er, I'm James, wait ... how did you know my name?"

And, he also sounds the same.

"Are you okay?" James waves a hand, and Regulus might melt and die right now, he doesn't know whether out of panic, longing, or fondness.

"Fine." He blinks. James is still there, looking at him with no recognition.

"Okay, um, my mate and I are here on vacation for a week, just got here two days ago. I'm a photographer and my usual model is snoring away in our hotel room," James snorts, "d'you wanna be my model? Just here, of course."

Well, Regulus could never refuse James anything.

~~

They started off with Regulus sitting cross legged on his swinging chair, then moved around beside the shrubbery and the ancient maple tree, and finally to the graves. Miss Eleanor watches them passively, and James directs her to join in for some shots. She looks like she's having the time of her life.

James is talking and laughing the whole time. Regulus is silent, and leaves Miss Eleanor to fill in the gaps of their so-called conversation. James must think this town so dull, and them both so boring.

"Beautiful. I love it here." James says.

Regulus waits for him to elaborate.

"Oh it's terribly boring, I'm afraid." Miss Eleanor shakes her head. "Meeting you is the highlight of my decade."

The highlight of my sad, lonely life, Regulus thinks.

"No! This is like your cute little corner of the world, and it's so pretty, you're pretty too, both of you." James sighs dreamily, scrolling through his camera roll.

Only my James would call a graveyard cute Regulus rolls his eyes and takes a step closer to check out the photographs.

James looks down at him over his shoulder, they're less than a feet apart. The last time they were this close, James was begging him to go, his face full of desperation and hopelessness. The seventeen or more years since then have restored him back to full merriment, but now he only looks at Regulus with curiosity and nothing deeper.

It's awfully unfair, Regulus thinks, that he gets the privilege of forgetting, while I will always be still living in the past.

He closes up late again, and once the high of seeing his soulmate again dies down, Regulus feels empty again. He's not mine anymore. He doesn't belong here, in my sad little town. And he leaves in five days, he reminds himself, just to keep his hopes down.

Regulus replays and replays the afternoon until it's locked in the safest corner of his memory. It's worth more than anything else he has.

[fieldsofpoppies-in-salt-air]

Boyfriend by Dove Cameron is SO starkiller coded.

“i could be a better boyfriend then him” and it’s Barty chatting Regulus up at a party when he sees him and James get in an argument where James stormed off

[limetimo]

The Fuck It List Regulus Black AU

I watched the F*ck It list on Netflix the other day and asldifhl  then it evolved and fused with my mild Black Zabini obsession

• Regulus is a 2001 baby • Sirius is born ‘99 (and suffers from the “who let the toddlers out of kindergarden??” syndrome, like we all pre-2000s do) • at school they’re 2 years apart too • Sirius runs away to live with the Potters at 16 • Regulus is under a lot of pressure to be Perfect(TM), his parents pushing him to outperform at every turn •   he has perfect grades, is fluent 4 different languages, codes in 4 computer languages, signs up for the best prep courses there are, plays cello, piano and saxophone • has close to no time for friendships and absolutely zero time for romance  • he’s friends with Barty Crouch Jr. and Everette Bones from his year and keeps in touch with Isabella Zabini who was a few years older, already graduated and married • is accepted by 7/8 universities he applied for, and for Harvard he’s just below the cut • his parents are Bragging to all their snobby friends and he’s just tired and embarrassed • he sneaks out for the graduation party and is having a good time until Everette comes running to him that there is a Problem • they were going to give everyone straight As as a little good bye gift but Barty managed to break the gas pipe • they try to fix it before Regulus’ realises the danger is getting too high and gets them the fuck out... and the school explodes • Regulus is the only one caught on security cameras • he takes the entirety of blame, says he had no accomplices • he’s expelled • his college applications (except for Harvard) are rejected • his parents are furious and trying to salvage the situation • Regulus is Done • he sends his friends a 10 minutes rant on how SICK he is of the expectations, how his life had been planned for him from day one and he’d never done anything for himself or by himself, that his parents are paving the way for him but he doesn’t even know where he wants to go • “You have to study hard to be able to do what you want in life! Well, I fucking studied, but when did I ever do what I wanted?!” • “I HATE PLAYING SAX! I HATE IT!” *makes to break the instrument but stops at the last moment and tosses it on the bed* “The cello is ok but have you considered an ELECTRIC CELLO?? How cool is that!” • “I never was on a road trip! I want to try skateboarding! I never fell in love! I didn’t even kiss anyone yet because I was so busy damaging my eyesight!” • “I! Don’t know! What I want! With my life!” • “My name is Regulus Black and this is my Fuck It List. Thanks for coming to my TED talk. Bleh” • He accidentally posted it publically and not privately for friends only • By the time he woke up, he was viral • he had like 50 texts  from everyone and a missed call from Sirius • he turned his phone off and went out to avoid his parents • he went and assisted Barty with vandalising Barty Sr.’s car as a revenge for being a shit dad • another day they went into a music store for Reg to try the electric cello and caused a spontaneous Queen concert • he started getting offers to wear merch n stuff • because of the Fuck It list movement the high school refuses to let him graduate. His parents are furious but he’s almost relieved that he cannot possibly be forced back on the track of his previous perfect life • he gets a tattoo because he can • his parents pull some serious strings and Harvard is willing to take him if he writes a nice grovelling essay • he agonises over it for a few days, then writes a very polite “Sincerely, fuck you” and hops on Isabella Zabini’s (first) husband’s ship she inherited and they fuck off for a road trip... to Italy • BONUS SUBPLOT of Walburga and Orion getting Regulus a pardon through Tom Riddle • Regulus finds the emails of Riddle accepting his parent’s bribe on Orion’s laptop • does some digging and hacking • chats up Bella who had classes with him • and finds out Riddle is the leader of a local KKK branch, a cult-like organisation called the “Death Eaters” • and also slept with Bellatrix (he needs brain bleach. so much brain bleach) • fucks off to Italy and from safety of Toscano sends all his research to Sirius who is currently studying at Police Academy with James • and then publishes it on his Insta when he gets a rage-ful message from Sirius that his supervisors refused to investigate when he showed them

• he could live with Isabelle but he wants to try living on his own  • ends up rooming with 3 other guys, all uni students • he’s got 18 years of savings because he never needed to buy anything • his YouTube channel makes more enough for him to pay rent too • he’s learning practical life skills like doing laundry (”Dark pile, white pile,” *lifts a black and white striped Tshirt* “...the nope pile.”), ironing his clothes (”It’s so warm? I like that.”) and cooking • he has an entire cooking series, gets actually really good at cooking and baking • he’s catching up on all the teenage experience he’d missed out on too • gets a few modelling gigs and realises he quite likes it • becomes the most fashionable mf under the sun • clothes, shoes, jewellery, make -up, he’ll model for it all so long as the brand isn’t fishy • through Isabelle he gets a minor role in a fantasy tv show for children • his character (the evil queen’s right-hand man) gets so popular he joins the main cast • his character has a horse and Regulus FALLS IN LOVE with horse riding and Antonia the horse both, so much that he learns how to groom her and eventually buys her • takes the tests he needs to graduate Italian high school and applies to an IT uni • When Isabelle’s husband dies while she’s pregnant, Regulus steps up • moves in with her and holds her hair while she throws up and researches pregnancy so thoroughfully he gets himself a birth-assistant degree • he’s baby Blaise’s godfather • even when Isabella remarries Regulus stays • the press starts calling them “The Black-Zabinis” • Regulus is aroace and enjoys the lack of sexual advances this gets him • they travel around for Issy’s job and marriages, France, the US, Iceland, he adored New Zeland wants to live there permanently one day • comes to his parents’ funeral • Sirius didn’t and that’s okay • Blaise is enrolled to Hogwarts  • same class as Harry Potter • Regulus and Sirius meet first time in years in Dumbledore’s office because Ron got in fight with Draco and Harry with Blaise tried to tear them apart • Reg who’s jat-lagged cracks a joke about family reuniations and how they have to do this more often • and they do

[thorrowle]

Rodolphus Lestrange had been an inconvenience in Thorfinn’s life for far too long. 

What started off as an engagement to his sister that he never believed in grew worse and more ugly as it developed, ending in abuse and fear. Then, after hurting his family, Rodolphus went and got himself in the middle of an investigation that not only put himself and his friends in danger, but once again put his sister in the middle of it all. Risking the Cause didn’t matter so much to Thorfinn; he knew someone would deal with him to get rid of any ties to the rest of them, so he didn’t worry about that. He worried once Sienna was called to testify against him, especially since he sincerely suspected it was really for the Order and not for the defense department. And as it all grew nearer and more dangerous, for his family and himself, Christopher, the few people he cared about, he was finally called into action. 

It was just a small meeting that started it all, and ultimately actually dealing with Rodolphus was let down to Thorfinn. Which, he felt, was only fair. There was time to prep every little detail, give everyone their part to play. Regulus Black was creating his alibi, impersonating him in the Ministry for the day so no one would have any reason to be leave Thorfinn could have possibly done it - because he was sure to be their first suspect. Christopher was getting Rodolphus to the location, an abandoned safe house far away from any other wizards or witches. That, and watching over Regulus to make sure he didn’t screw anything up in work as Thorfinn was rather worried he might. And Peter? Well, Peter’s part to play would come later.

It was very early in the morning when Thorfinn arrived at the safe house, making sure he wouldn’t be seen nor would his absence be noted by anyone. He wanted to scout it out one last time and make sure he had all his basis covered before Rodolphus showed up to prevent anything going wrong. He had always been something of a perfectionist, planning every detail of things before they happened, and this was no different. He had a very specific plan in mind, providing Rodolphus would act as predictably as Thorfinn suspected. Each detail was exactly planned in his mind, and he was going over it one last time when a text arrived from Christopher. It was coded of course, it said something about meeting for lunch but he knew it meant he was on his way with Rodolphus. 

Thorfinn hid away after the text, having found the perfect spot to watch who was coming up to the house without being spotted by them well until they were in the front room. That was how he spotted Rodolphus as he walked up to the house, too cocky to even attempt to conceal himself and too blind to even bother having his wand in his hand. Thorfinn smirked slightly to himself at the knowledge that Rodolphus was so ill prepared, his own wand in hand, poised and ready to strike. 

And that was just what he did.

The second the door closed and locked behind Rodolphus Thorfinn moved out from where he was hidden, shooting a binding spell at him before he even saw him. Rodolphus began shouting before he even saw who had attacked him, threats and swears leaving his mouth, worsening when he saw who had done it. 

“Hello,” Thorfinn started casually before accioing Rodolphus’s wand and standing on it, snapping it in half. “How are you? Long time no see.” Rodolphus’s threats hadn’t stopped throughout this so Thorfinn just sighed before casting a stunning spell followed by a silencing spell on him and shaking his head. “Since you don’t seem to be in the mood to chat how about I’ll talk and you listen,” he suggested, walking to stand in front of Rodolphus. 

“The Aurors are on your tail. They’ve got a nice little case against you all built up. There’s testimonies, witnesses, victims. It looks like all your public tantrums have finally started to catch up with you, Rodolphus. They’ve got it all and they’re about to take you down. Or, they would have, had I not intervened as I’m doing now,” he said, twirling his wand around his fingers. “You’re welcome, by the way,” he added, starting to walk around Rodolphus, who was glaring up at him, visibly seething with rage. 

“I might have just let them catch up with you. I would have quite enjoyed watching every mistake you’ve ever made come back to bite you but, I know you too well to allow that. We’ve known each other for a long time, Rodolphus and it’s made me think two things in particular. Firstly, that you would throw the rest of us under the bus to save yourself. Maybe even your brother if it came down to it.” Thorfinn could practically see Rodolphus’ internal struggle to use wandless magic to escape, but nothing happened and Thorfinn just smirked, still twirling his wand between his fingers.

“Secondly, that you have no respect for my family. Now, I’m not saying you and I were ever close; I always thought you were a pompous dick, but we were on the same side. Our families were aligned, our politics were aligned, our siblings were friends. It was almost nice until you decided to fuck with my sister.” He paused, his wand stilling as he gripped it in his hand, his expression darkening. 

“If there’s one thing I won’t allow it’s someone fucking with Sienna. And you should have known that. You should have known it before you even got to know her, before you proposed to her, before you beat her up in her own home.” At this he knelt down, squatting by Rodolphus’ face with his wand pressed against his cheek. “You should have known as soon as you set a hand on her that this day would come. It doesn’t matter how much you tried to scare her,” his wand dug into the other man’s cheek, “into keeping quiet, she was always going to tell me. And you should have known that I would get you back for that, that I would make you sorry for ever so much as looking in her direction.” If Thorfinn wasn’t as skilled as he was at controlling himself he was sure sparks would have flown from the end of his wand at that moment from sheer anger.

He stood up again, looking at Rodolphus with pure loathing. 

“Anyway, so I was planning how to get you back when this perfect opportunity arose. The Dark Lord wants you dead, and who better to do it than one of his most trusted followers?” Thorfinn asked rhetorically, beginning to walk again. “You should be glad, the choice was either me or Rabastan but I did ask if I could do it. He thought it would teach Rabastan a lesson if he was the one to do it, but you and I both know he’s not remotely capable. I’m not even sure he can use a wand but I am well versed,” he mused. 

“But don’t worry, I have plans of my own for Rabastan.” He didn’t, other than having nothing to do with him, but he was happy to let Rodolphus worry otherwise. “I mean what’s the worst I could do to him? Killing him would be no fun. I could report him but he’s pretty useless as a death eater, I can’t imagine he’s done much to go down for. I could treat him like you treated Sienna,” he suggested, looking down at Rodolphus as if awaiting his opinion. “Mess with his mind, hurt him, damage his reputation. That sounds fair. An eye for an eye,” he mused, humming in confirmation to himself. He still had no plans to do any of this but he enjoyed making Rodolphus worry about what might happen to his brother after he was gone  - if Rodolphus even cared about him.

“Anyway. Nice chat, but I think I’ve said all I have to say,” he said cheerily, holding his wand carefully, preparing the fire. 

Before he did he bent down to Rodolphus once more, letting all the anger and hatred he had ever felt for him show on his face. “Are you at all sorry for what you did?” He didn’t really want an answer - he would have gotten rid of the silencing charm if he had - but he just wanted to watch his reaction. And the reaction he got was a further glare that told him all he needed to know. Even on the brink of death Rodolphus couldn’t swallow his pride and apologise. Perhaps he thought Thorfinn wouldn’t actually go through with it. 

Unfortunately for Rodolphus that was not the case. 

“Avada Kedavra.” The words were quiet but that didn’t matter, you just had to really mean it. Thorfinn straightened up once more as the jet of green light hit Rodolphus’ chest, leaving him instantly lifeless. 

He spent a few minutes making sure there was no trace that he had ever been here before dropping evidence that maybe someone else had been there. He cast Morsmordre over the house and quickly apparated away, glad of a job well done and one problem gone from his life for good.

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✖ full name: Sirius Orion Black III ✖ age range: 18 ✖ preferred pronouns: He/him ✖ affiliation: Order of the Phoenix ✖ occupation: Bartender at the Hog’s head ✖ blood status: Pureblood ✖ former house: Gryffindor

✖ checked information (x) ✖ face claim: Matthew Daddario

(recollected by Rita Skeeter. Sources can be less than reliable.)

✖ Some people think he’s a secret rockstar. Really! He sneaks out to go to concerts and tours and everything! ✖ Have you seen his hair? He takes way too much care of it. It’s probably fake. ✖ It’s actually a bit of a secret but apparently since he moved out of his house and got disowned, he hasn’t spoken to his parents. He barely speaks to his own brother.

Sirius was born into the world as a rebel. He pushed the boundaries from the moment he opened his mouth and let out his first screech. As a toddler, he spent all hours of the day crawling, walking and eventually running around the house. He was bold and determined to conquer every single precarious looking step in the old house. Rules and boundaries seemed more like gentle suggestions than demands. He didn’t always mean to cause chaos, he couldn’t help being so defiant.

The moment Hogwarts was introduced to Sirius, he knew. He knew that this was the opportunity to make his family proud. He would be the man they always wanted him to be. It wouldn’t matter that he couldn’t abide pureblood galas or afternoon teas. It wouldn’t matter that he made his mother sigh more than smile. He would join Slytherin and do his father proud. He would be just like him.

He couldn’t have got it more wrong. Gryffindor was chosen for him. It seemed like the end of the world, but surely his father would be somewhat impressed. Sirius chatted endlessly with a kindred spirit, a mischievous boy who also preferred to view the rules as guidelines and eager to cause the slightest bit of mischief, or quite a bit.  It didn’t take long for the tightly knit duo to become a trio and then a quartet, including the rather serious but witty Remus Lupin, and admiring yet unconfident Peter Pettigrew.

Discovering Remus’ secret changed Sirius, for the better. He realised that it wasn’t all about him. For the first time in his life, he was struck by his ferocity to protect his friend and his powerful loyalty. He decided that his friend should never feel alone with his condition and came up with a plan to ensure that Remus would never be alone on those lonely nights. That was the start of Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail.

Now it feels like his world has turned upside down. His family became the enemy. His childhood friends have become a threat. Hate has taken over the community. Without his friends, he doesn’t know where he would be. Sirius will stop at nothing to protect the people he loves most. His need to save everyone combined with his ruthless nature and impulsivity has become a dangerous concoction. Far from the (sort of) morally righteous teenager, he isn’t afraid to cross any line or break any code to look after the people he cares about. The thought of losing anyone is too much.

The Marauders: Best friends, trusts them with his life. Regulus Black: Brother, distanced, misses. Marlene McKinnon: Old flame, complicated. Andromeda Black: Favourite cousin, close, wants to be there for her. Severus Snape: Intense dislike.  Bellatrix, Narcissa Black: Cousins, ties cut, distrusts.