the knife in my back isn't knife-shaped (actual title pending)

Regulus Black felt indisputably and magnificently alive. Was he a little drunk? Of course, but everyone was. Were his fingers split open and painting the strings of his guitar crimson? Also yes, but it wasn’t like he could feel his hands anyway. Was he probably going to lose his hearing before age 30? No comment.To sum it up, Regulus Black was in his element: every pair of eyes in the stadium were on him, and he'd be damned if he didn't give his fans the show they deserved.OR Anarchists for Entropy (truly the pinnacle of angst) is quickly rising to fame and rapidly gaining followers, the band consisting of Regulus Black, Barty Crouch, Evan Rosier, and Pandora Lovegood. After his brother left when he was eight, Regulus drowned himself in music, and hasn't heard from the man since. Good riddance.BUT a series of incidents with a TV channel, a book club, a threesome, and James Potter's stupid smile have Regulus Black hungry for revenge and the man Sirius calls his "best friend."(Basically Regulus is in pain and Sirius makes things worse and then things get a little better but I'm bad at summaries so plz ignore me)

Hi! I apologize for any errors or instances of characters straying from their established identities, for this is my first work in this fandom. Thank you for reading and I'll try to update as much as possible!! (Smut in later chapters, slow build in beginning)edit - I'm still figuring out italics on this platform, so please excuse my lack of the beautiful things in this first chapterHappy reading :)