#return of the young justice/marauders au

[enbysiriusblack]

Remus sat on the sofa, Sirius on the other side, watching buffy the the vampire slayer on the computer screen meant for surveillance. Usually he'd have a go at Sirius for the improper use of his mentor's equipment, but he spotted the sadness on Sirius' face.

Remus nudged him, "You alright?"

"Reg is superboy now. Father said I need to find a new name."

"What?"

Sirius glanced to Remus, "Apparently it's his time in the role now... Not sure what I'm meant to be."

"They can't just take your name from you. Does Regulus even want it?"

Sirius shrugged, "Don't know. He called me earlier but I couldn't bring myself to answer. I'm pissed off with him, I know it's not his fault but- I can't help it."

"This is bullshit."

Sirius laughed, "I think that's the first time you've sworn as wolf."

Remus smiled, "Ruined my golden teen persona for you."

"Thought your persona was making people believe you're just a myth?"

Remus shrugged, "It can be both."

Sirius snorted, turning back to the computer screen, "I'm gonna have to tell James I'm no longer superboy, aren't I? God, he's going to come up with the worst alias suggestions... I hated superboy at first, you know? Felt so stupid and childish, like all I could be was superman's clone. But it feels like me now. And it's not going to be anymore."

Remus grabbed Sirius' hand, staring at him as he spoke, "You're my clone boy. Always will be."

Sirius squeezed his hand, "And you'll always be my wolf."

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OC list

Yo! I’ve finished the Big Update to my oc page, filling in nearly all the characters in my legacy and including my two new Sith babies. I’m also cross-posting here under the cut in case it’s easier/because I’m extra. 

Edited and up to date as of September 2020.

Universe notes: 

Main universe has Yalla’ra as the Outlander/Alliance Commander, all fit into that barring Iphedarius

Iphedarius is my dark side Outlander/Commander AU - as I couldn’t see her playing nicely enough to fit in to an Alliance that wasn’t her own.

Qiren also has an AU where she is the Outlander and the Alliance doesn’t side with either the Republic or Empire. In Yalla’ra’s universe Ticcer is the story-canon smuggler, Qiren funds the Star Fortress resistances before formally joining the Alliance.

Yalla’ra

Class: Jedi Knight

Type: Guardian

Species: Miraluka

Born: 12 BTC

Born on the Miraluka homeworld of Alpheridies, Yalla'ra's force talents were clear from a young age and led her to join the Jedi Order. She quickly rose to prominence whilst learning under Master Orgus Dinn, but despite her triumphs she was far from the ideal Jedi – struggling to control her emotions, being too ambitious, and being prone to acting rashly. After joining the Tol Braga's strike team to face the Emperor, she was haunted by her failure and determined to destroy the Emperor no matter what the cost. Despite her success, the dark path she led strained her relationship with the Jedi Council, who denied her the rank of master despite her achievements.

Her path changes after meeting the ghost of Orgus Dinn on Rishi, who helps her realise she's lost perspective of what a Jedi should really be. She regains her memories of her time being possessed by the Emperor and is overwhelmed with guilt – for her actions then, but also before and since. As Alliance Commander she follows the path of the light, being determined to have a positive impact on the galaxy by first and foremost helping its citizens.

Ticcer

Class: Smuggler

Type: Scoundrel

Species: Mirialan

Born: 14 BTC

Ticcer was just a teenager when the Sacking of Coruscant happened, orphaning him and his sister and destroying their home. He has to start doing all he can to get by – running small cons, pickpocketing, stealing speeders – all sorts of petty crime that is part of daily life in Coruscant's underworld. He has a natural charm which he uses to swindle as many people as he can, and he also learns to fight dirty to get by.

He hates the Empire for destroying what his life might have been, but is apathetic towards the Republic because they were never there for him and his sister in their time of need. When his sister dies in the crossfire of a fight, he ends up becoming more ruthless and selfish, taking on an attitude of him against the world.

His life as a smuggler starts when a con gets a bit too big on him, leading to him killing the guy in self defence and running off with his ship filled with guns to be delivered offworld. Ticcer happily obliges and falls in love with the life he finds, first falling in with a smuggling crew and later deciding to go out on his own.

Ruka’ii

Class: Jedi Consular

Type: Sage

Species: Human

Born: 10 BTC

Ruka'ii is devoted to the force, always believing she is following in the path it has laid out for her and trusting in it to guide her actions. She believes her role as a Jedi is to serve others and the Republic, and as such completes her missions without complaint to the burdens placed upon her.

She always seeks to understand the people she meets and their motivations, and would much rather use her words than resort to combat. She believes in justice and redemption, willing to give her enemies a second chance wherever possible. She is also unafraid to stand up to her allies when she believes their choices are leading to a dark path, even when this may be a hindrance to their objectives. She has a talent for diplomacy and negotiating, which leads to her being chosen to work with the Rift Alliance and gaining the title of master despite her young age.

She is a scholar with interests in history and archaeology, the complexities of the force, and other cultures throughout the galaxy. When she is not away on a mission, she is often to be found studying in the archives on Tython and maintaining contact with her allies from her travels.

Qiren Alto

Class: Smuggler

Type: Gunslinger

Species: Human

Born: 15 BTC

When Qiren Alto started smuggling she thought she'd be all about the money, but somewhere along the line she became the person that stands up from the little guy. Her and her crew still get a good share, but she likes to steal from the rich and give it to the poor – a bit of direct action against the political machines of the galaxy. She believes in loyalty and is happy to help a friend out, but still won't hesitate to take revenge when she's betrayed or someone takes a shot at her reputation. Overall she sees herself as one of the good guys, even if sometimes she's doing the right thing for the wrong reasons or vice versa.

She's a massive flirt, not caring if they're Empress of the Sith or Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, she'll still give them the eye. She's snarky and cocky and aware of her skills, charms, and good looks – and she likes to bring that up as well. She'll find the funny side in even the most serious of situations and make everyone – companions and enemies – roll their eyes. She likes to look the part as well, and believes a good hat and a good jacket are two of the most important things a smuggler should have.

Jayma Oli

Class: Bounty Hunter

Type: Powertech

Species: Human Cyborg

Born: 16 BTC

Growing up on Nar Shaddaa, the underworld was just a way of life for Jayma Oli from a young age. Her parents owned a popular cantina on the city planet, but it was more of a front for the shadier business dealings that went on behind the scenes. Jayma followed in the family profession as soon as she was old enough to hold a blaster, gaining a reputation as an enforcer despite her youth and small stature.

Growing up around spacers gave Jayma an unshakeable wish to travel the galaxy however, and to see the sights she'd heard about in all their stories. When she turned 18 she left her home to live that dream, making a living as a hired gun and soon finding a place for her talents with a smuggling crew. She is professional in her role, following her orders to the letter, and though she doesn't kill for the sake of it she is always determined to defend her honour. Money is her prime motivator over any political beliefs: she has no great love for either the Republic or the Empire, but often finds herself working with the Empire as they offer her the best deals.

Iphedarius

Class: Sith Warrior

Type: Marauder

Species: Sith Pureblood

Born: 14 BTC

Iphedarius was born to an ancient Sith bloodline, and taught from an early age to value and pursue power above all else. As the fifth of six children she faced less pressure from her parents to provide further heirs, and was able to focus fully on her Sith training. She proved powerful in the force, fully giving in to the dark side and encouraging Sith values amongst her companions, and rose to become one of the most powerful Sith in the galaxy in her role as Emperor's Wrath.

She tried to remain faithful to the Emperor for as long as possible, though eventually his atrocities could no longer be ignored and she sided with Darth Marr for his expedition into Wild Space. When Valkorion took up residence in her head, she was at first willing to use his power but realised by doing so she would never have true control. After his defeat she seized the opportunity to become Empress, later returning to become Empire's Wrath after the destruction of the Eternal Fleet.

Xianen

Class: Sith Inquisitor

Type: Assassin

Species: Twi’lek

Born: 12 BTC

Xianen was part of a group of Jedi younglings travelling to an enclave when their ship was attacked by the Sith and all non-humans shunted into slavery, though watched carefully for evidence of their force abilities. Initially she resolves to stay true to the Jedi way and attempts to escape from slavery numerous times with varying levels of success, but over time the punishment she is given breaks her resolve and she gives herself fully to the dark side of the force. She is bitter and angry, vowing revenge against the weak Jedi Order and wishing to show them the full force of the dark side. This delights the Sith, and she is duly sent to Korriban to receive full training.

Emyr Devand

Class: Sith Warrior

Type: Juggernaut

Species: Human

Born: 13 BTC

Emyr Devand was born on Ziost, his parents being active members of the Ziost Liberation Front. His parents did their best to keep their terrorist activities a secret, though drip-fed him some of their ideas and also encouraged him to hide his force-sensitivity, not wanting him to become a Sith. However, when Emyr was nine his parents were uncovered as traitors and sent to prison, leaving him to be raised by his staunchly pro-Empire grandparents.

His grandparents were delighted to discover his force-sensitivity, seeing it as a matter of pride when they sent him off to the Sith academy and a chance to dispel the family shame caused by his parents. He arrives at the academy with much to prove and relishes the chance to finally learn to use his force powers, but his parents have had enough of an influence that he finds himself struggling to give himself truly to the full ideals of the Sith.

Onyxus Vai

Class: Bounty Hunter

Type: Mercenary

Species: Rattataki

Born: 20 BTC

Born on Rattatak but fed up with the planet's warring ways, Onyxus always wished to leave his homeworld behind and seek his fame and fortune in the wider galaxy. His size, physicality, and fighting skills honed on his planet soon helped him to find freelance work for many gangs and spacers in the years that followed. However, despite appearances and his obvious ability, away from the job he is a relaxed, quiet character and known by his friends to be a gentle giant.

Over time as a freelancer, he finds himself repeatedly bumping into the pirate crew of Paxton Rall, the two saving each other several times on their travels before deciding it will save them a lot of time if Onyxus simply joins his crew. The two form a close friendship and later romance, travelling the galaxy and living the pirate lifestyle. Onyxus joins the Great Hunt as part of a harebrained scheme cooked up by the crew after his birthday celebrations, another of their wild plans for fame and adventure. It comes as something of a surprise when he gets accepted, but he soon makes a name for himself as a successful bounty hunter.

Leire Santo

Class: Trooper

Type: Commando

Species: Human

Born: 15 BTC

The child of two Republic military heroes, Leire Santo was always destined to follow in her parents' footsteps. After excelling during her time in a military academy and impressing in early postings, she was scouted to join the elite Havoc Squad. Despite a self-confidence that could at times border on arrogance, the shock of having to suddenly take upon a position of leadership proved to be the making of her. She believes in doing the right thing and never wants to stoop to the Empire's level, even when at times it contradicts the strict letter of the orders given.

Though her injuries cause her to step back from active duty during the war against Zakuul, her leadership skills and tactical insight make her a key member of the Eternal Alliance. As the Alliance formally becomes part of the Republic following the destruction of the Eternal Fleet, Leire is elected as the senator for Odessen.

Ank’aeto’sonu

Class: Jedi Knight

Type: Sentinel 

Species: Chiss

Born: 18 BTC

Ank'aeto'sonu - more often known as Kaetos or Kaet - was born on Csilla, a force-sensitive child in a society that shunned force users. Loving their child dearly and wanting a future where they wouldn't be forced into hiding, when Kaetos reached adulthood their parents paid for a series of transports to a Republic core world where they could seek out the Jedi.

Kaetos arrived on Corellia in the days following the Treaty of Coruscant when tensions were still high, and so was initially treated with high suspicion on their meeting with Republic forces. However, their persistence paid off when meeting Jedi Master Tol Braga, and they soon found themself joining the Order as a padawan learner. With a lot of catching up to do, they find their force training both frustrating and hugely rewarding, and in the Jedi Order finally feeling like they have a place where they belong.

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7&34?

Oh, yay! Thanks for the ask @snapeling!

7. What is your most self-indulgent Snape headcanon? No, your MOST self-indulgent headcanon. That one

I’ve read so many imaginative answers to this one, even a really lovely short about Snape surviving the Battle of Hogwarts to become a bee-keeper. I absolutely adored that one because I have long nursed a little headcanon about Snape as a retired teacher turned bee-keeper in the style of Sherlock Holmes. 

That being said, my most self-indulgent Snape headcanon has long been that the man who once spoke so mesmerizingly about being able to “put a stopper in death” to a class of rapt first-years was also able to have the foresight to be able to survive Nagini’s attack. Rowling laid the foundation for it to be possible and there was enough vagueness surrounding his death in the book that one could easily imagine scenarios where Snape survives and carves a better place for himself in the wizarding world post-war or he succeeds in faking his own death and quietly leaves the wizarding community of the UK behind for a fresh start elsewhere. In the latter scenario, everyone (or mostly everyone depending on if I’m feeling the idea of someone helping him fake his death or him managing it on his own) assumes he died and that his portrait didn’t just appear among the other Hogwarts’ headmasters because they believe he had “abandoned his post” but when his portrait (assuming Harry had one installed in his honor) suddenly comes to life and begins talking many decades later they realize the truth --the real reason that it had not appeared that night is because Severus Snape had not yet died. 

I often go back-and-forth between what life he might make for himself in a scenario where he survives and the wizarding community of the UK is aware of it and the ones in which he survives and fakes his death. In AUs were Snape remains in the wizarding world of the UK and people know he survived I tend to see his life as more fraught with challenges but eventually stabilizing into something better than what he had before. I suspect the people’s views of him would be something similar to what we see of the fandom, in the sense, it might be a varied mix of public acceptance, hatred, and so on. There would be people who overly romanticize him and his role during the war and, to Snape’s own chagrin, seek to make him out to be far more of a tragic victim of circumstance than he would care to be seen as (he might balk at the odd marriage offer he gets from witches in the mail, expressions of sympathy bordering more pity, and even embarrassing assumptions about his sex life and offers, should he wish it, to “lose his virginity” or find comfort in willing arms). There would be others who might urge the Ministry to bring him up on charges and revile him even in the face of Harry’s or other people’s public defense because they just refuse to believe that the man who killed Dumbledore and usurped his position as Headmaster for over a year is anything other than a villain who managed to save his own skin and pull the wool over people’s eyes. 

In the aftermath of the war, and with so much recent loss and fear, Snape would bear the brunt of their outcry for more vengeance (some with the thinly veiled prejudice that didn’t completely die with Voldemort that an “ugly half-blood who came from nothing” could have killed a great wizard like Dumbledore and fooled so many) under the guise of justice and they would project their collective trauma onto him. There would also be survivors of the war who came from families of Death Eaters and said Death Eaters who again slip away from justice that view Snape as either a traitor of the most extreme kind or as a curiosity. Was this man truly so capable an Occlumens that he could conceal from everyone, including Voldemort, his true beliefs and loyalties for so long, or had he successfully managed to play both sides of the war to secure himself a place with whichever side proved to be the victor? Ultimately, I see where his detractors would also be convinced, as many Snaters are, that whatever connection he had to Harry’s mother was something seedy and Snape would have to contend with their hatred. 

Oddly, I see him finding those who revile him easier to reconcile (aside from their assumptions about Lily and what relationship he had with her) than his “fans” who might send him love letters and cast him as some Byronic hero. Largely because he has had to contend with being loathed for much of his life and it’s familiar territory. Being made into a romantic figure or even earning the respect of some people would be new territory he would have to learn to cope with. Learning how to tell the difference between admiration and romanticization, sympathy and pity, etc., would be a rocky course to navigate. I also see a tense and uncomfortable post-war relationship with many of his colleagues at Hogwarts. Their guilt over not trusting him would be difficult for him to contend with; they only believed what he and Dumbledore intended for them to believe. I think a bitter part of him might even privately feel that the guilt some of them felt for believing the worst of him came too little too late and would have been better served during his youth when so many of them seemed to have written him off and turned a blind eye to the Marauder’s bullying. He might be more inclined to avoid those of his colleagues who insist on dwelling on their guilt and rehashing his time as Headmaster. 

For that reason, I have never seen him returning to Hogwarts as very likely. I do indulge in some thought of him and McGonagall eventually coming to an understanding after a few difficult conversations, some of which might be carried out in person over uncomfortable tea or stiffer drinks and some of which might occur through initially tense correspondences that eventually begin to veer off into more comfortable territory and lengthy discussions of topics that have nothing at all to do with the war as time passes. I also like the thought of Snape returning long enough to speak his peace to Dumbledore’s portrait. He would learn Dumbledore had tried to lay the groundwork for him to survive (he intended him to gain possession of the Elder Wand to offer him some protection and not to single him out to be killed but things did not go according to his best-laid plans); he wasn’t just a spy tossed out into the cold with no hope of being saved by a man who didn’t see him as more than a pawn in a much bigger game. Still, there are conversations that need to be had (such as why, from his perspective, Dumbledore once looked at a young Sirius Black and saw a boy who could still be saved even after his attempt at murder but could see nothing more in him than a lost cause to give up on) that Snape was unable to have with Dumbledore while he was still alive when they were still in the middle of a looming war other concerns, by necessity, took priority. 

Those conversations would be difficult and painful but Snape would find that there was still catharsis to be found in the opening of old wounds when they had been left to fester so they could properly begin to heal. In such an AU, my most self-indulgent headcanon is one where Snape learns to take the reigns on his life and become his own master; he makes peace with his demons (for the most part) and allows the ghosts of his past to finally rest. Most importantly, he begins to plan for a future that is his own and reflect on what that means for him. I imagine a Snape that becomes better adjusted (as we see in Cursed Child) in terms of how he copes with his trauma. He would retire from Hogwarts and, finally, relocate from Spinner’s End to make a quiet but contended living for himself in a more comfortable flat or cottage home full of walls lined by shelves of books by applying the knowledge he has acquired over the course of many years not as an over-worked and frustrated teacher who doesn’t enjoy directly working with a classroom but as a prolific writer of educational textbooks on everything from Potions brewing for novice to advance brewers to treaties on defenses against Dark Arts so undeniably valuable they become standard syllabus at Hogwarts and amongst would-be Aurors at the Ministry. 

In AUs where Snape leaves wizarding Britain behind him and fakes his death, the catharsis does not come easily. It’s a process of learning to accept leaving his past behind him, even if parts of it remain unresolved and open-ended, and finding peace in the new life he forges for himself. I like the idea of him leading a private life in another country. Often I imagine him in places like Tangier in Morroco, or Turkey, or Thebes in Egypt, Ethiopia, or Sudan, etc., places steeped in history or at the very cradle of civilization or in places lush with potentially useful and undiscovered species of flora, fauna, or species of magical creature that could be used in potions brewing, such as Indonesia, Malaysia, or Brunei (which share access to the rain forest in Borneo) or Brazil. In this headcanon, Snape would spend his days conducting research into obscure or ancient magical texts, studying potential new magical ingredients for potions, or even rediscovering old ways of brewing lost to many, and making a new name for himself as a talented Potioneer writing under an assumed name. 

I like to imagine this Snape as benefiting from his time outside of the UK; his skin would pick up some color from his time spent outdoors in a warmer climate and if he always remained more on the side of slender he would not be so thin as to seem malnourished. He would gain a healthy bit of mass from his ventures and while he would always be a “substance over beauty” sort, the positive benefits of this new life would be evident through the changes in his appearance and overall demeanor. Enough so that when he came across a person from his past unexpectedly while they were on vacation his appearance and general baring were so altered that they would look right past him and wouldn’t realize until many decades later (by which time Snape would have lived to a ripe old age for a wizard and they too would have begun to feel the evidence of their own advancing years), when Snape’s portrait suddenly came to life among the Hogwarts’ Headmasters and began talking, as a sudden shocking afterthought that the person they had seen had been none other than Severus Snape --wrongly presumed dead after the Battle of Hogwarts and remembered by many witches and wizards, particularly The Boy Who Lived, as the bravest man any of them had ever known. 

34. Pick out a chapstick/lipstick for Snape.

I may be breaking the rules a bit with this one but I have two answers, one serious and more thoughtful and one that just amuses me.

The serious answer is that I could headcanon Snape using a chapstick made from beeswax. It would be colorless (and if it had any flavor then he might indulge in a honey flavor or even a honey lemon flavor, which has the added bonus of being comforting and settling the stomach against any nausea) and protect his lips against chapping as a result of alternating between the colder temperatures of the dungeons and the heat of cauldron flames. This also ties into my favored headcanon of a Snape who keeps bees and finds economical uses for beeswax and honey. 

As an aside, I like using the Burt’s Bees products myself (the company does aim to be cruelty-free and doesn’t test on animals which is a deciding factor in all of the cosmetic products I purchase, although their subsidiary company Clorox, which bought them out in 2007, does do animal testing with some of their products so it’s a bit of a murky territory where you have to debate if supporting one company’s cruelty-free policies balances against the fact their parent company does do animal testing or not; additionally many of the ingredients in their products are also naturally sourced, if not vegan for those who prefer cosmetic products that are both cruelty-free and vegan) and I occasionally indulge when I can afford the extra expense, so there’s that as well. 

The funny answer is there is a brand of lipstick by Jeffree Star Cosmetics called Unicorn Blood and another by Too Faced called Unicorn Tears. Either of those sound as if they could be ingredients in a potion, so I could easily imagine our favorite Potions Master getting a sardonic kick out of using them. 

[unfortunatelysirius]

Color Me in Red [Sirius Black – Marauders Era]

♥PROMPT ♥ [Requested by ashnf01] Hey, I am in love with your writing!! I’d like to request a Sirius x reader soulmate au. Where the world is black and white but they start to see color when they first kiss their soulmate. ♥ A/N ♥ This prompt has me giggling with delight. I’m ready. So ready. Thank you for requesting, darling, and thank you for your sweet words! I’m so glad that you enjoy my writing. I hope I did your prompt justice, and if you want a sequel imagine, all you have to do is ask! Have a lovely day, dear :) ♥ WARNINGS ♥ Swearing, Fluff ♥ WORD COUNT ♥ 1325

Ever since you were a little girl, you dreamed about meeting your soul-mate. Your entire life was written in black-and-white—but upon getting your Hogwarts letter, you were struck with a sense of exultation. You were so full of hope, thinking about the day when you’d meet your soul-mate—when you’d kiss him, and your whole body would feel like it was on fire. You’d find Heaven in his kiss, pure bliss in his touch—and you could be complete for the first time in your life, after missing a piece in the puzzle for years of being on Earth, of being a witch.

In your first year of Hogwarts, you spent every day wanting to know who your soul-mate was. Though you were young, every fiber of your being itched to kiss any bloke that passed by just so you could know. But there was a part of you afraid to think about kissing someone that wasn’t your soul-mate, to feel anything for someone that wasn’t your soul-mate—so you tried depleting your hope to make the intensity of your want and desire less extensive.

Second year passed, then your third year, then your fourth year—and it was in your fifth year that finally, someone by the name of James Potter made to do something about this whole “soul-mate” thing. And this certain something just-so-happened to include the entire Hogwarts population and an enlarged Room of Requirements.

You weren’t necessarily adamant on joining the cause due to your discomfort at the thought of being kissed by strangers, but you were good family friends with the Potters and knew James a great deal better than most. Because of this, you decided to take him up on his offer (well, his demand) for a soul-mate intervention. You were suspicious that he merely wanted to use it as an excuse to corner Lily Evans and snog her. Whatever it was, you were both anxious and uncomfortable at the thought.

“Gather ‘round, gather ‘round!” James yelled cheerfully on that fateful evening, in a room full of people. Quite a bit of students decided against attending the ordeal, but the room was still filled to the brim. James seemed to notice this, too. “I should have asked for a bigger room.”

“Was the lack of leg-room not obvious enough?” his friend Sirius asked irritably, looking like he wanted to strange the daylights out of the jittery Hufflepuff next to him. He glared at him viciously. “Get the bloody hell away from me!”

The Hufflepuff didn’t need to be told twice.

James gave his friend a dirty look for interrupting him, then turned his attention back to the room of familiar faces. “The roles are to not snog! Too many people for that to be appropriate,” he said, and you fought the urge to scoff. You know that the moment this whole fiasco began, he’d instantly pursue Lily and snog the daylights out of her. Who was he trying to fool? Himself?

“Can we just begin already?” Sirius asked, looking more anxious than you’d ever seen him. For a split second the two of you had direct eye-contact and you made sure to flash a small smile in his direction. He returned it, surprisingly enough, a strange twinkle to his upturned mouth.

James nodded, his eyes searching the crowd for Lily. He grinned wickedly at her when he caught sight of her freckled face. “Yeah, sure.”

Everyone began kissing somebody. You were just awkwardly standing there, looking around in bewilderment—like a lost pet trying to find a way back home. You saw James kissing Lily, and just as suspected, there was a bit of tonsil play occurring here and there. Even Dorcas Meadows, an innocent girl from Ravenclaw, was kissing someone.

Were you the only one with morals?

You quickly made your way through the kissing individuals, dodging swaggering boys that seemed intent on making you their next target, and you kept trucking on until you made your way to the back wall. There, you felt you could finally breathe. The room was small, but here, it felt like the largest space of air and solitude. You spent minute after minute breathing in the cool air, brow drenched in sweat, when a tall, lean body slid up next to you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, and you instantly recognized him as Sirius. Slowly, your turned your eyes to meet his. It was hard to see in the dark, but there was a flicker of something there, something you couldn’t quite place.

You smiled at him, though it was weak. “Hi, Sirius.”

“Suppose you aren’t too keen on this, are you?” he asked, his eyes following James as he ran after a fleeing Lily. “I have to admit that I’m not quite happy with this, either.”

“Why’s that?” You couldn’t help but be surprised. Sirius was known to be extroverted and a overwhelmingly hard-coming pursuer. You remembered him as being one of the select few in your year that was completely adamant on the idea of finding his soul-mate. He was always kissing random strangers and then giving a disgusted expression, which honestly made half of the Hogwarts population detest him. You were a bit confused on how he hadn’t yet made his way to you yet. You assumed that was his intention in coming over here.

Sirius shrugged. “I don’t really know. I guess… it’s just stupid. Isn’t finding your soul-mate meant to be private and intimate?”

He had an honest point, one that you kept reminding yourself every time you wanted to attack a stranger in kisses just to see if you’d find your first flicker of color. You pursed your lips at him. “It is,” you said. “I just think it’s stupid how you have to kiss your soul-mate to find out who it is.”

He smirked at you. “I dunno. I find it quite… endearing.” He leaned closer, his mint-laced breath hitting the side of your face like a merciless wind. “Doesn’t it get you back into a phase of intimacy?”

You had to laugh. “What a way to put it, Sirius—” His lips were touching yours before you could finish teasing him.

The first thing you noticed was that he tasted like cinnamon. There was a touch of cherry there—and spearmint. Vanilla, too—if your tongue stayed in a certain position.

The second thing you noticed was the fireworks. His touch was electric, and it propelled your body forward, leaving you defenseless as his arms enveloped your waist and he dug his hand into your skin.

The third you noticed was the way he felt. His body was like a wonderland, and the way it felt against yours—the way you curled into his like a piece to a puzzle—just made you know. He wasn’t just Sirius Black anymore, nor was he this arsehole that only ever cared about his mates.

No, this was Sirius. Your soul-mate.

You pulled back for breath. Eagerly, you blinked open your eyes, and you noticed the fluorescent green lights flashing on and off—and the dark brown that shrouded his black irises. He was pale and black-of-hair, his robes embellished in the standard style of a Gryffindor.

He was staring at you in wonder and shock. “So.. you’re the infamous Sirius Black’s soul-mate,” he muttered, body frozen.

You giggled, sharing his same look of astonishment. “I guess I am,” you said.

He just had to reach over and grab a strand of your hair. He twirled it around, looking at it in utter fascination. He looked back up at you with a goofy smile plastered on his face. “You’re bloody gorgeous,” he whispered. He tucked the strand of fallen hair back behind your ear, tugging you against his muscular frame. He laid his head softly against yours, and for a moment, all you could hear was the steady beating of his heart.

And it was bloody perfect.

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Welcome to Tea Leaves RP, INGRID, please grab a pot and pour a cup for yourself and WILLIAM MULCIBER!

We are excited to see your take on Ol’ Mulci with his ego, masculinity, and flower laden tea. Please link us to a blog within 24 hours.

II. CHARACTER STATS:

NAME: William Caius Mulciber “Ol’ Mulci” to close friends and acquaintances, a nickname he despises; “Will” to his parents, “Willy” to Mary behind closed doors —- NOTE: I am willing to change the nicknames if the players for Charlie and Mary differ in preference!

BIRTHDATE/AGE: January 2; 24

GENDER IDENTITY & PRONOUNS: he/him and cis male

WAND: After his father’s death, it only made sense for him to get a wand; there was nothing stopping him, after all, besides his mother’s anxiety, and that was easy to overstep. Stepping into the storefront of Ollivander, it frustrated him that it took him several tries to get a custom made wand — at long last, he received a telegram from him: “It’s ready.” Arriving impatiently at Ollivander’s, he listened to the man’s long lecture about proper wandcraft before at last collecting his eleven-inch, ash wand with a core of unicorn hair.

III. DESIRED CHANGES (if none, leave blank):

CHARACTER CHANGES: William didn’t murder his father, exactly; but when the elder Mulciber fell ill, he may have used low quality water for his tea and swapped the hearty green tea for a far cheaper brew. Mary knows this and it is a matter of trust between them — there are not many people William trusts so implicitly, but Mary is one of them.

FC CHANGES: no change, I adore Godfrey Gao!

ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS: n/a

IV. CHARACTERIZATION DETAILS:

SOCIAL POSITION: The Mulcibers’ place was very established towards the top, although they know they are not quite at the aerie in which the Blacks resided, which is why a marriage was essential to propel their heir to that place. The Mulcibers dealt in tea and other commodities, it was only that they gained an entrance into the Tibicena Line that they were able to begin trading in magical curios as well. William has reasserted the family as a sort of grounded sort, at least behind the scenes, by consorting with the lower classes on some level for the collection of favors and such.

EDUCATION: Early on, William was sent to a boarding school for those of his standing; in that raucous schoolboy epoch, he learned much of the ebb and flow of power, and how to control others. On a more practical level, he learned everything a young man was expected to learn — English, arithmetic, geography, Latin. He tried his hand at a variety of instruments but excelled in none (to the disappointment of his mother), but in horsemanship he was on the level of a deity. He enjoyed moving another being to his will, breaking it, and was quite adept at it if the words of his superiors meant anything. During the holidays, he would stay at his family’s manor, and his days would be consumed with Mary, his effusive maid, his wixen maid. They became quite close, a sort of escape from his other duties — William learned a number of small tricks, like unlocking doors and basic Transfiguration. She was quite adept at stroking his ego and making him feel important, something he always hungered for subconsciously.

DAILY GRIND: William wakes up early, kisses his wife on the cheek, and makes his way to the dock. After being debriefed for the day by his assistant, he exchanged words with Macnair, and hangs about in his office for some hours before returning home. Everyone knows that while William is through Andromeda a large stakeholder of the Tibicena Line, he is able to delegate most of his responsibilities to lesser (less ostensibly wealthy) souls. In the evenings, he often prepares for various social gatherings, such as balls, dances, dinners and the like, many of which are tributaries from which stem great offers for business. Every once in a while he shows his close associates some tricks — small, albeit wondrous yet tricks — that may help in garnering a deal. His nights are often spent with Mary, his wife blissfully asleep at the other end of the house.

THE TEA: Rose milk tea: This non traditional tea was first made for him by his mother. Crafted with milk, rosewater, Earl Grey, and topped with a smattering of rose petals, he tended to hide his enjoyment of this tea from his close friends as it was seen as “too feminine”. Sometimes, he still has it and it brings to mind a healthy hearth and his mother, soft and weak, a ghost of a woman, her entire being present in that concoction — it has dubious magical properties, but it instilled in the drinker a sort of atavic epiphany. Earl Grey with Lemongrass: This is more or less William’s signature blend; strong and resolute possessing once again dubious magical properties, he has it every morning with breakfast. Some may criticize it as a “dull” tea, but in its harsh simplicity William finds grace and beauty. The drinker can often expect alertness afterwards, although William swears it increases potency.

GOALS: — GOAL ONE: POWER & CONTROL. Although not as Machiavellian as he likes think himself to be, for most if not all of his life William has been fixated on the collection and allocation of power. A significant step was his marrying Andromeda, and that has increased his confidence and ego as well. Erstwhile the disappointment — his father was especially harsh, and his possessing magical abilities had to be kept very hush-hush, he has rose above what his father thought of him to become a patriarch of sorts. Whether it be concerning his wife — as lovely a distraction as Mary is, there is something about Andromeda’s pattern of life that bothers him — or the Tibicena Line, if he is lacking in any area he is most likely to increase his efforts tenfold to remedy it. 

— GOAL TWO: OMNISCIENCE & OMNIPOTENCE. At heart an intensely traditional and conservative individual, it bothers him that he is not yet an expert where it concerns magic and magical artifacts. Hence his materialism, his need for more — more teachings from Mary, more collection of magical curio, more ability to direct the shipping (the who, what, and where of it) and while not lacking the wherewithal to take things in his own hands, William rather lacks the confidence. He rather thinks it only natural that a company headed in part by matriarchs is so bereft with trouble with every corner, and is hoping to charm his wife and his sister-in-laws into increasing his status. 

— GOAL THREE: LIBERTY, DEAD. While a wix, Mulciber is very much against the Wixen Rights Movement, for it rather serves his purposes to have the wixen be a downtrodden people. He often feigns support for such zealots as Narcissa, but widespread rights for wixen at all levels of society — why, he shudders at the very thought.

V. CHARACTER  INTRODUCTION:

“Put your arm around mine.” William said, delivered more as a command than anything else, directed at his betrothed, Andromeda. She yielded, her hand a stark white against his navy suit. A sharp exhale on her side, his quick, brusque — “Shall we enter, then?” A curt nod from his betrothed, and the door was opened.

Before them was the drawing room of the Black manor, a sampling of the vast plate that was the Black clan. William could recite all of their names by now — Druella, Walburga, Bellatrix, Narcissa.

“William, is it?” Walburga said sharply. Gazing at her and gauging her to be one of the two Tibicena matriarchs, he smiled graciously, bowing and kissing her hand. “William Mulciber.” He said, delivering the name like a gift.

“Where’s your mother?” Druella said, her lips pursed at him. William smiled at her, as well; seeing the dark look in her eyes, he recognized the tinge of desperation in it. Andromeda wasn’t as glittering as her sisters, but it was an offering he would gladly take.

“She’s ill,” Mulciber said, before kissing her hand as well. It was a half-truth, coated in gossamer; in a way, his mother was always ill, bedridden for one reason or another, so it really took nothing at all for her to feign it a bit more to evade this particular escapade. “She sends her best regards, however. And this —“ Carefully he passed a letter with the Mulciber signet on it. Druella and Walburga took turns hunching over it, deciphering his mother’s hasty scrawl. Nothing of particular note in it, just excuses and niceties, the usual playacting that must take place in these deals. William had promised to support her when he secured the inheritance, so his weak-willed mother had easily bent into being a full-fledged backer of the match.

Walburga flared her nostrils at him, and leaned into Druella, whispering something in her ear. He could imagine what they were saying — they knew of his abilities through the canals of gossip but not much else but that he may be nothing more than an opportunistic cur. Not so terribly distant from the truth, but he had layers upon layers to convince them he was anything but.

But none of that became necessary, as they exchanged a few glances before saying together, simply: “We’ll keep in contact.”

A misleading answer, draped in ambiguity for the sake of it; an hour later when a messenger was sent to the Mulciber estate to notify them that they would meet later to plan the wedding, he smiled, and began to prepare his tea.

VI. MUN BACKGROUND QUESTIONS:

What is your ideal game? I usually tend towards literate HP RPs, and this is the most AU I have ever applied for — usually I’m into canon-heavy Riddle or Marauder era, slight AU but nothing too canon-divergent. This is rather a novel experience for me and I hope I can do this rendition of Marauder-era Mulciber justice!  

What is your least favorite element of this game? 
Honestly, I wish there was more darkness, more inclusion of a Death Eater-like sect, although contrarily that is part of what I like about this RP in all its unorthodoxy.

I chose this character because… 
I picked up a Mulciber over at Morsmordre RP, a marauders RP, my first time doing so, and I have thus far enjoyed it immensely. Playing a male character with such a large ego and too much power who is so easily emasculated — I very much like dissecting such a character over many, many plotlines. I also enjoy the flip regarding Mary — usually painted as Mulciber’s victim, now more or less his puppeteer.