MxF Of Lords and Ladies, Heaven and Hades

[NotoriousRed]

Hullo! I'm Notorious, and I've been writing for somewhere near 15 years since I was just a young teen, though back then I wasn't on adult sites. These days I'm writing exclusively on adult themed sites as well as working on a book, and since communities like these are a great way to keep up my writing chops as well as collaborate with different partners with varying styles and talents, it works very well in my favor! So, as long as something in this request catches your eye then please, let me know and we'll get to work on something. That being said, I am a heterosexual, 32yr old man, so I'm used to writing strong, masculine, male protagonists and prefer to write alongside more feminine, submissive sorts of characters, which I expect is a fairly popular preference to some of the other writers here, so please bear that in mind!

It isn't that I won't writer other genders or sexualities, and in fact for a group story I'd be down to write more characters of varying characteristics and preferences, but the reality is that I'm just not as comfortable nor experienced in the art of that. That being said, though, I will certainly be pursuing some group games on occasion as well because I know that If I want to be an author one day I've got to be able to do a little bit of ALL of it to be convincing, and so that's exactly what I'll do. For now, though, as I am newer to the community, I'd prefer to focus on what I know. So, again, thank you for your understanding and thank you for the warm welcomes! :]

Length and Schedule: These days I've got a lot of free time to write being in between jobs, but that's just given me more time to focus on my book and my writing in communities like this one, so I should have a lot of availability. As for my typical length, though, I might be a little long winded and/or detail oriented for some. I'd say a short reply for me tends to be around 4-6 paragraphs, but something more typical would be around 8-10, if that gives you a good idea. When I write, I go hard. Fair warning!

What is your tolerance level for gore? Violence?: Personally I've got a high tolerance for the graphic and the violent, namely because I've been writing for a very long time, and nothing like that puts me off, especially when done tastefully. The best stories are going to have friendship, romance, excitement and adventure just as much as gore, violence and occasional perversion as well. Stories like these make things feel all the more realistic and intense, and a story isn't worth much without realism and intensity.

Do you write sexual content? If so, what are your kinks? Limits?: I do indeed write sexual content and themes, though I'm more vanilla than most. Sexual intensity is something that I'm comfortable with, so anything from soft, cuddly, emotional, romantic, rom-com stuff all the way to biting, scratching, choking, slapping, spanking, and generally rough stuff is fine. Where I tend to draw the line really comes down to whips, chains, full body latex, leather straps and leather masks/gear, ball gags, torture device stuff, blood and/or abuse stuff and anything generally gross/toilet related. Really I just don't do "the gross or the extreme" in any way, assuming that makes sense, but any specifics that are needed beyond that I'm happy to elaborate on in a DM if needed. As far as more intense kinks like multi-partner, public sex, depictions of supernatural creatures biting/bleeding(that sort of blood is okay, btw, but blood involved in more extreme stuff is still just a no-go for me). I'm a bit of an alpha male type myself, so my characters like to get all "Dommy" and are partial to pairings with those who tend to be feminine, submissive, petite/dainty/delicate and sort of princess types, though I do like a challenge as well, so if someone wanted to do a sort of "Tough girl" challenge against one of my brainless brutes, I'd be game for that as well as I appreciate a challenge.

Do you write any fandoms? Also adding themes!: Yes! I do so enjoy a good aged up/age appropriate fandom! In fact I have an excellent pokemon themed one where all of the characters of the original games are aged up and TEAM ROCKET has returned under the control of Giovanni's son Silver! So, yes, I'm all about some fandoms. To list a few...
Pokemon - Demon Slayer - Attack on Titan - My Hero Academia - Haikyu! - Wind Breaker - Kaiju No. 8 - Cowboy Bebop - Cyberpunk - The Witcher - Red Dead Redemption - Grand Theft Auto - Fullmetal Alchemist - Marvel/Spider-Man/X-Men - Batman - Kingdom Hearts - Skyrim - Dante's Inferno - Assassin's Creed(Classic Stuff) - Fate Series/Fate StayNight - Dynasty Warriors - Fable and so-on. This just names a few from Comic, Anime/Manga and Gaming genres, but I suppose I also like a lot of cinema and tv shows as well...
Lord of the Rings - Game of Thrones - STAR WARS(Obviously, lol) - Harry Potter - Vampire Diaries - Troy - Sherlock Holmes - Sleepy Hollow - Band of Brothers - The Walking Dead - general western themed stuff like Tombstone - Dark western themes with Supernatural creatures/Demon Hunters - The Godfather(Absolutely love these movies and love incorporating Supernatural/Vampire and Lycan themes with Mafia ones) - and many more! Just ask, I'm really into quite a lot! :]

Do you have any pairing or setting ideas?:
Absolutely! Settings like...
Dark/Gothic Wild West! Where Vampires and Lycans lurk beneath the moon, but they're not alone in the darkness of the night which might play host to the Living Dead, Wendigos, Ursathropes, Witchdoctors, Spirit Warriors, Witches and entire tribes of Necromancing Natives!
Perhaps Post-Apoc survival group of people trying to survive the world when the undead inherit the earth, ever meandering about looking for their next meal as they fall apart!
Medieval and Modern Mafia themes peppering in some Supernatural creatures is also most interesting! Like a city run by five or so families of Mafia, but they're all Vampire and Lycan families vying for control of 1950s New York!

As for pairings, I go for just about anything from dark themes to slice of life! So NativeXCowboy/Girl, DoctorXPatient, StudentXProfessor, DetectiveXSerial Killer, Mob boss/Mafia LordXOffice/Detective, Pro/College AthleteXDancer/Entertainer/Cheer Leader/Team Owner, CoachXAthlete, PsychiatristXPatient, LawyerXDefendant, Wife/HusbandXSon or Daughter's college or older Best friend, Sister/BrotherXBestFriend, honestly the pairings are ENDLESS, and far too many to name, but again I'm very open to suggestions and requests for specific ones if you're interested! Just ask!

Do you have any detailed plots prepared?:
I have many detailed plots! I'll be listing some of those after getting this request started, though, because those will take a little bit of time to collaborate and post here! That part is a WIP!

Do you have any characters you want to write?:
I have none that I am specifically itching to write, but I do have a character catalogue that is very extensive that I could move here as well, just like my, prepped plots mentioned above. I've really got my work cut out for me! T_T

Any additional notes you want to add?:
No additional notes to add apart from adding a list of Prefs/Genres I'm interested in(which will show up along the bottom of the post) that I can think of, but again if there is anything that you'd like to clarify or run by me, please feel free to! I'm happy to answer any and all questions in DMs. Thanks for looking! :D


My Personal Interests List:

Genres:

I'd say romance is an underlying factor with most threads/stories here at WS, but despite this I am aware that it is also not a requirement. So, if you do decide to ask to write with me, remember to specify whether or not you would like romance to be any part of our story or that you would want something off in a different direction so we can be clear. ^_^

1. Fantasy (Iron ages/Warring Kingdoms)
2. Psyfy
3. Post Apocalyptic
4. General Romance(I.E. Highschool sweethearts)
5. Historical Fiction/Figures
6. Futuristic Worlds
7. Murder Mystery - Victorian London(Sherlock/Jack the Ripper sort of stuff)
8. Comic/Graphic Novel/Manga(Heros and Villains)
9. Romantic Comedy/SOL
10. Horror
11. Suspense/Thriller
12. Western
13. Crime/Detective
14. Fable/Fairy tale
etc...

Feel free to add whatever genre I may not have thought of mentioning if you make a suggestion as well. ^_^

Settings/Story lines:

I have a lot of ideas I'd love to tackle here, if any of this tickles your senses, just let me know...

1. Star Wars - Jedi/Sith
2. Post Apoc World/Fallout/Book of Eli
3. Vampire and Lycan love affair
4. Great Race War - Vampires against Lycan
5. Post Apoc Zombie thriller
6. Harry Potter - Older Witches and Wizards, clearly...
7. Game of Thrones fan fic setting
8. Lord of the Rings fan fic setting
9. Demon Hunter(s) against Demon(s) - The Mortal Instruments style role play
10. Roman Empire/Fall of Troy - Ancient Biblical Wars/Fall of an Empire
11. World War I/World War II/ Futuristic World War III
12. Post Apoc World War III
13. Dynasty Warriors - Asian Dynasty 10 years war
14. The Great Depression - Vampires/Lycan bootleggers
15. North American Mafia/Crime Families
16. The Crusades
17. Sherlock Holmes/Irene Adler
18. Super Hero/Super Villian
19. Super Hero stories - Could create our own heros or roll with something we already know like...
Such as:
-X-men
-The Avengers
-The Super Friends
-Batman/Catwoman

Settings and story options:
20. Primitive Societies/Ancient Warring Nations/Tribes
21. Specifically chosen comic universe(Marvel/DC)
22. Halo(Master Cheif x Female Spartan)
23. Musicians in a band
24. Movie star/Musician/Pro Athlete
25. War Hero/PTSD War Vet
26. Psychotic Psychiatrist treating Crazy young patient(Sort of Joker/HarleyQuinn style)
27. Family Doctor/Newly Single Milf or hot young patient
28. Gothic/Dark Wild West
29. Gothic/Dark Medieval
30. Scandalous meeting/pairings
Such as:
-Professor/Student
-Stepfather/Stepdaughter
-Neighbor's college aged Son/Daughter + Neighbor
-College aged daughter/Friend of the family


Just to name a few! There are DEFINITELY a lot more I could add, but this list was a shorter and sweet one I collaborated a long time ago and never added much to. Hopefully it serves as a new jumping off point, but if there are new animes, tv shows, movies, books/stories/manga or anything you'd be interested in exploring with me definitely just let me know or bring up what you're into, because chances are I'd probably be down. :D


Thanks for reading!

- N

 

[NotoriousRed]

Story Prompt Display Case!
Just a little section to place some stories currently on offer that I either A] thought would be interesting and outlined a character and/or story starter for or B] Created a story intended for myself and another author in the past which never really got off of the ground or even had the chance to start. Effectively this will be my way to show you stories that I'm interested in and have ideas for or ones that I tried to set up with other writers in the past but which immediately wound up in the story graveyard/up on the shelf.

That way if there's something old or new that your heart is bleeding for it might very well show up here if you're interested in going on a written journey with me, so just let me know, and as always, God bless! ^_^
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- N


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TO DWELL ON DREAMS AND FORGET TO LIVE

AN ADULT RATED POTTERVERSE STORY

October 13th, 2032 - thirty-four years after Voldemort's death



"I remember the heat"

Four words were all that he'd managed to write that night. Four words after more than an hour staring down at the otherwise blank pages of a little, black diary he hadn't written in since he was just a boy. A relic full of memories from the past when he was young, eager to learn and navigating teenage years as a lanky, but still growing teen attending school at Hogwarts. And even though there was a furious, boiling river of emotion writhing behind the dam within his soul, he still could muster no further words. Just those four that he'd been staring at until he could feel the stinging redness of exhaustion in his eyes beginning to nag at him so much that a tear finally streamed down his cheek.

It drew a gasp from his pale lips as he finally diverted his eyes from the page and raised a hand of long, slender digits to brush away the moisture. Then he looked back down to the page and decided that to speak the truth was better than never being able to write it down in that little book.

"I remember the heat that rushed like a firebolt up my spine when I saw them laying there...", he whispered into the dead silence of the large, cold room that decades before had been so full with warmth and joy. In fact he could remember those occasions as vividly as though they had taken place right there just the day before. Days when laughter filled the dining room almost all hours of the day and the smell of mouth watering meals would circulate the home by way of the long halls and winding staircase within. Now, though, it was only his own deep voice laden with sadness that he could hear speaking of nightmares which would never relent. And because he couldn't write them, he had to speak them, even the he was quick to discover that spoken horrors might be even worse than ones written.

"The way they were laying there, eyes wide and unblinking, ever staring at the sky they could not hope to gaze upon in their final moments for the ceiling above them.", he said as his now watery eyes raised from the book so that he could stare out the window and into the gray, rolling storm clouds beyond. "It was a night not so different from this one when I found them. The bodies of my godfather Harry and stand-in uncle Ron who had died in what appeared to be a quick and violent encounter. And when they were dead, each of their corpses had been disturbed by harsh hands that tore their collars and left raised, red scars strewn across their flesh. A message to remind the world that even if Voldemort was dead, his influence would be suffered forever."

His lips relaxed and his docile tone escaped him as he felt another quick, hot tear roll down his cheek. "The boy who lived...", the tall, steady man whispered as he stared at those dark clouds beyond the cold glass which trembled in that moment as thunder rumbled to tell of a gathering storm. "...only to die a man of no path.", he said, though he struggled with the words as he felt his throat tightening. All because he was recanting the words that scarred Harry's flesh. And then, as his eyes shifted from one window to the next, he remembered going through the same motions back then when he looked from one dead body to the other and remembered what it was that had been left on Ron's chest as well.

"Gallant brother. Fierce friend. Heroic pretender.", he said, though the side to side shaking of his head betrayed the thought in his mind that those words weren't true. They were, in both of their cases, a lie told by the worst kind of person. Unsavory creatures of humanity so vicious and detached in their natures that they would not just take the lives of those you loved most, but take their lives and leave their loved ones an insult etched into dead flesh that was yet warm whenever they would proceed in their defiling. People that he would hesitate to even call human at all, all of whom deserved no mercy for their atrocities committed against their own kind.

"Animals...", he uttered the word, not this time whispered but growled while a clenched fist trembled as the wood of a wand within began to bend. He'd almost cracked his own wand, in an instant of silent seething, but it groaned an echo to his kind spirit and caused him even a small twinge of pain when he realized that his most trusted companion was under too much stress. Instantly he glanced to his hand which raised, turned upwards and opened to reveal his dark toned, cypress wand. An impressive thing it was, and it did not deserve his wrath. So, as he adjusted his large hand around that pearl and silver grip, he glanced back up to the little book upon the table, its blank pages still staring back at him as he stood there stuck in that nightmare of a moment. A dark room, two dead bodies, and a young man who was too young to be challenged by tragedy already.

It had been too many years since he'd been there standing in that home that he inherited from Harry, but even after all that time he still felt as though he didn't belong. That he was somehow trespassing against better men like his father, his Uncle Sirius and Harry, all of whom would have still been around if it wasn't for those damn fanatics who allowed themselves to be dragged into Tom Riddle's hell. He'd left not long after he'd found Harry and Uncle Ron, which was something that he knew the others were never going to forgive him for, but when Harry made you swear to something then you did it. Especially when it was to get his other godson back from the darker side of society that he'd fallen in with and keep everyone else in their big family safe by keeping them at arm's length.

You didn't deny Harry Potter. You just did what you were told and took every bit of advice that he could possibly hope to offer, because he'd managed to predict it all would come to pass. He just had no way of knowing when. But to say that he was right about Voldemort's followers rising again and coming after he and the others who'd reestablished the Order of the Phoenix would have been an understatement. Because they came, and they came with a vengeance killing more than just Harry and Ron. They'd killed Luna Lovegood, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas. All of whom had been well within their adult years with families of their own. And so the painful return of a new league of Dark Witches and Wizards was felt by many. And that meant that there must also be a new Dark Lord...

When he finally managed to move again he reached out, grasped one of the pages in the diary and pinched its corner between middle finger and thumb to give it a turning. And when he did he revealed a list of names on the next page that he had been working on for more than a week now. And as he looked at the final name he drew in a long, hesitant breath, held it in his thick chest a moment and then let it go in a long sigh. As he did he took a black feather pen, dipped it's tip in an ink jar and then drew a single stroke through that name as well, just like all of the rest. A way to show that somehow this list had been completed, and yet without context it could have been a hitlist of some kind. No one would have been the wiser but him.

This list, though, was a contact list, in truth, and each name on it had been haled the one who was looking it over as he slipped the pen into the jar and picked it up so that he could raise it closer to his face. "Fuck...", he whispered as he stared at eight names that belonged to people that he was sure hated and resented him, each at least a little bit. In fact he half expected most of them to punch him in the face when they saw him should they all attend that night, but there was just no telling if they'd decide to heed his warning and answer his call to gather. Not after so many years removed from the family by self imposed exile. At least, that's what he'd allowed them all to think, even though they would have surely realized at some point that he'd gone in search of a brother he needed to bring back into the light. He just hadn't been aware of the fact that there were others within the Dark Wizard communities that needed him too.

Others who didn't like hurting people or subscribing to ideas that saw muggles and half-bloods as inferior and unclean. Others who wanted out of their elitist families and just needed the right moment and a leader to show them the door and a safe place to sleep. That's where he'd been. Taking care of those he owed nothing to, all in the effort of making good on the promise that he'd made to Harry Potter. To always do things in the best interest of everyone else above himself, and to always, always look for the good in people.

If only his ex-family and friends could see it that way...

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The Black Family Home - 10:37 PM


"No..."

A single, audible word was whispered into the darkness of a lonely, musty old room that looked as though it hadn't been redecorated in a lifetime. That sound had come from beneath a puddle of blankets and pillows messily strewn across the top of one of the old beds inside, and even though no body could be seen for the mound of coverings, it was clear that it had been a human sound. Because, despite the occasional squeaks and creaks of the old, worn out metal bedframes, never had either of those beds made a sound like that.

There were other smaller, more distressed noises that could soon be heard as well, though none of them took the form of any word or phrase. They were merely the groans and sharp breaths of a young man stuck deep within a dream. A dream that seemed connected to the world in an almost intimate way. Because as the storm was raging outside of the Black family home, there was also a storm raging on within his dream. A dream that he'd had before, and that he knew he'd have again. A dream within which he was standing with breath caught hitched in his throat while he stared out into the ocean and watched a single point within. A dark figure standing above the waterline, utterly and completely unfazed by raging waves and sweeping blankets of rain.

It was a violent hurricane that had wound up being the most dangerous and damaging of the decade at the time, but he'd been caught stuck in Ireland where it was at its worst along the coast of Dublin. And even though he hadn't managed to see their face with his own eyes, he knew who it was that was standing there so far out amongst the waves. He knew the name that belonged to that towering form standing still along that cold surface of chopping, lapping waves that just couldn't seem to swallow him down. It was the last man that anyone would ever have wanted it to be, and the searing burn in his heart told him the truth that he was trying to push out of his mind. This was the son of Tom Riddle, and it was by his wand that Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had passed on into the next life.

"No!", he grunted the word again as he jolted awake, and as he threw his head back and forth to see the room around him he sent pillow and blanket alike flying across the room. That initial shock had thrown him off balance, though, and as he grasped with one hand for the edge of the bed to brace himself he couldn't manage to find it and continue sliding off of the bed until his entire body tumbled down acorss the floorboards. He then sprawled for a moment, flopped onto his back and took in a long, deep breath before letting it out in an irritated sigh. "Ughhh... come on.", he groaned as he rubbed his eyes and glanced towards the clock that read "10:39 PM".

After a moment more of rubbing his eyes, though, the young man stopped and froze in place for a moment as he contemplated what that time of night meant. And as the realization struck him he scrambled to his feet and began pulling on his clothes. "Shit! I almost overslept.", he growled out loud, but more to himself than anyone who might have been listening. He'd needed a bit of rest before the guests he'd called to gather at his old family home began to assemble, assuming they were brave enough to accept. They wouldn't have been aware if it was really him who'd been trying to contact them, though, and there was a reasonable expectation that it could have been a trap. He tried his best to assure him with what he'd shared with them in the letters, though, and that would have to be enough.

In his haste to get down stairs the young man pulled on pants, boots, buckled his belt, threw on his shirt and then grabbed his wand so that he could rush down stairs, but what he hadn't remembered to bring with him was that list of names he'd been keeping in that diary that had been left open on the bedside table.

Teddy Lupin
Victoire Weasley
James Potter
Albus Potter
Lily Potter
Rose Weasley
Hugo Weasley
Fred Weasley II

Spoiler: Jericho Orion Black

Name: Jericho Orion Black
Alias: "Grim"
Initials: J.O.B.
Age: 29
Birthday: November 7th - 2002
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 208 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dark Brunette
Notable Scars/Markings: Bears a scar across his brow and one along his jawline where no hair ever grows in. He also has a number of scars in the form of raised, pale lines and seared, pale flesh on his forearms, his upper arms, shoulders and his back from burns and lacerations during bloody and sometimes fatal duels that he has been involved in on a few occasions.

Wand Dimensions: 13 ¾ inches
Wand Make/Style: Smooth, elegant lines etched into a dark toned wood crafted with a pearl handle capped by etched silver ringlets.
Wand Wood:

Spoiler: Cypress

"Cypress wands are associated with nobility. The great medieval wandmaker, Geraint Ollivander, wrote that he was always honoured to match a cypress wand, for he knew he was meeting a witch or wizard who would die a heroic death. Fortunately, in these less blood-thirsty times, the possessors of cypress wands are rarely called upon to lay down their lives, though doubtless many of them would do so if required. Wands of cypress find their soul mates among the brave, the bold and the self-sacrificing: those who are unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others' natures."
- Garrick Ollivander

Wand Core:

Spoiler: Hungarian Horntail Heartstring

"As a rule, dragon heartstrings produced wands with the most power, and which were capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tended to learn more quickly than other types. While they could change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bonded strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tended to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it would not incline that way of its own accord. It was also the most prone of the many other cores to having accidents, being somewhat temperamental."
- Garrick Ollivander

Wand Flexibility:

Spoiler: Rigid

"A rigid flexibility means that the wand will only give it's loyalty to an owner who faced a great personal tragedy. Good for practical magic, but not good with magic that's frivolous and silly. The owners are cautious and are slow to trust, but are usually not unkind. They prefer to be left alone so they can do what they want to do, regardless of what anyone else says."
- Garrick Ollivander

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THE NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK​

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House Membership: Slytherin House
Hogwarts Career: 2014 to 2021
True Allegiance: The Order of the Phoenix
Otherwise known as "Harry's Heroes" the Order of the Phoenix is yet again born anew and consisting of the sons and daughters of Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny's generation.

Family Name: The Noble House of Black
Patriarch: Jericho Orion Black

Spoiler: Members

Living Members
Jericho Orion Black: 29 years old
Marius Arcturus Black: 27 years old

Immediate Family
Father: Regulus Arcturus Black - Born sometime in 1961 - Died December 30th 2004 at 43, the same year that Marius was born
Mother: Hestia Jones - Born April 8th 1967 - Status Unknown - If alive would be 65 years old
Brother: Marius Arcturus Black - Born April 17th 2004, Age 27

Spoiler: The Fate of R.A.B.

In the the years when days seemed their darkest there was a confrontation between brothers. One determined to make his family of ruthless cultists proud while the other found trustworthy company among those considered enemy. A phoenix of gray and a snake of green. The screaming matches had settled their differences in the end, for it was brothers who fought one another hardest who cared the most, and these brothers fought hard as young hearts could bear.

Sirius Black, the blackest of sheep, and his younger brother Regulus Black, the son perfect to a fault, had both loved and hated one another ever since they could remember. A conflicted relationship that was ever a bleeding vein for the both of them, and it was most of all because they had never managed to make one another see the things that they each thought were important. For Sirius was ever focused on his friends, his education and his dedication to living a full and expectation free life. Yet young Regulus remained devoted to family, faith and the prolonged posterity of their loved ones to come. And so they grew different, each strong, but neither much alike, and eventually their paths diverged.

Until the night that Regulus had been scolded and abused for the final time by the one known as "Lord Voldemort".

He was just eighteen that night that he ventured into the deepest and darkest of caves that he could have ever imagined, and it was in this very cave that he was said to have perished after being pulled into a watery graveyard by sickly, pallid, grasping hands. This was not to be the case, however, because before those creatures could pull him so deep that he might vanish into the cold abyss there was a flame set forth, and it burned through the cold, black lake as though the water itself could catch flame as oil. A most powerful flame that could only have ever burned so bright and so hot because it was the flame of a lover. A lover not yet ready to let go, and so she refused to let go that night, dragged the broken young man into an charmed boat and escaped with naught but lies to spread of the demise of the youngest Black.

Her words spoke of death and a cold, lifeless body still resting deep at the bottom of the lake within that awful cave of horrors, but they were lies to shield away the one who'd played subject to her tall tales. For Regulus may have survived, but his form had been greatly weakened by the poisonous kiss from the infected chain of a locket that he'd worn around his throat more than a year. He'd stolen it from the mad Dark Lord, he'd kept it from his family's sight, and then he'd arranged for a decoy to be left so that the real horcrux could be destroyed in his own time when he knew he was adequately prepared. When taking that cursed chain, though, there was an oversight that saw him taking a chilly plunge with undead creatures that suffered a dark eternity there in that black water pit that would never see the light of day.

They tried to drag him down into the afterlife that night, but they were denied for the sake of love, and because that love was obsessive it ensured that Regulus Black would never reveal himself to the world again. A thought that bothered the young man less and less as his body suffered the effects of the locket that he'd worn for much too long. His body seemed sickly and aged into his sixties by the look of his physique, even though he was only just thirty-nine when his lover and caretaker bore him a son. A son who would never really get to know his proud father for the cancer that finally took him one night when he was much too young to understand.

Like Harry's father had predicted in his own son's case, Regulus had expected that his son would benefit greatly from the protection and guidance of his ever decent brother Sirius. And even though they'd had their differences, Regulus had seen to it that Sirius would be the boy's Godfather in the end. A role that he expected his brother to step into without question, just as he had done for Harry who had needed Sirius too. Sadly, though, Sirius had been killed when Harry was just a teen and still growing himself. A fact that made it all the more admirable when Harry Potter himself had gone on and adopted the last two sons of the house of Black in place of his own, late Godfather Sirius.

They were all that Harry had left of his godfather Sirius, and more than that they were the last living members of the House of Black. A great house, despite its dark past, that deserved a chance at redemption in the generations to come.

 

[NotoriousRed]

Character Catalog - Presently it is a BIG "Work in Progress" project, but I've started working on it and will be adding to it as I build out my RT and add characters/worlds to my offered content and storylines, so feel free to peek in and take a look as it grows and evolves. :]

 

[NotoriousRed]

Request Thread Edit/Update List:

Edited: 7-1-25 - Added Story Prompt Display Case and the first prompt for display + Bumped thread. <3