Masterlist

Masterlist

So, this is my masterlist! I procrastinated making it for waaaay too long. These works are my most recent ones. Stay tuned for more updates!

Hellaverse

Alastor x Reader Headcanons

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Boys' ideal dates Part 1

Marauders Era

Roses don't bloom in war-Rosekiller

My Truest Self-Jily Spiderman AU

To wipe the tears in your eyes-Jegulus

Arcane

From a soul to another-Caitvi Star Wars AU~coming soon

Percy Jackson

When the sun shines upon us-Luke Castellan x Reader~coming soon

Since that shit was epic, Arcane is now on my requests list! Be prepared everyone!

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To wipe the tears in your eyes

This is my last fic for @marauderswithpalestineproject! Enjoy!

Word count: around 2.5k

Warnings: Some angst, some swearing, that's it.

“Okay, ew, you two, get a room, that’s disgusting!”

Barty grinned at Regulus and continued to kiss- no, eat his boyfriend’s face. Evan was flustered, to the point where Reg could practically feel the heat radiating from where the boy was sitting, directly to his left. He tried to say something, but Barty quickly shut him up with more kisses. It had been over a week since they’d made amends from their last argument, and Reg couldn’t really explain why they were still behaving like that, but alas.

He turned around, his apple pie still untouched, and came face to face with Pandora, who was basically inhaling her fish and chips. Flowers had started to bloom on the grounds all around Hogwarts, so a variety of them was already decorating her hair, tucked in between the braids. He could never bring himself to learn how Dorcas made them, no matter how many times she’d showed him.

He waited until his friend swallowed, and then spoke.

“Hey, Dora, are you doing anything after lunch? I’ve finished all my homework so I was hoping we could hang out?...”

He prayed he didn’t sound as desperate as he thought he did, for the truth was that Regulus Black, was indeed, that desperate. His friends had been ignoring him for the past few weeks. With Barty and Evan constantly fighting and making up (and out) with eachother, and Dorcas being too busy studying for her N.E.W.T.S., the only person who was still available was Pandora. Reg would love to admit that Dora was perfect, but she had recently developed the nasty habit of hanging out with Gryffindors. To be fair, one Gryffindor in particular.

James Fleamont Potter.

He dreaded to hear those words, yet Dora’s lips showed no mercy as she politely refused.

“I’m afraid I cannot join you today, Reggie. James has invited me to the Gryffindor tower, and there are those amazing tapestries around there, I could get lost in the patterns for hours... I wouldn’t miss a chance to see them again. Plus his friends will be there this time, and I just love meeting new people...”

“Oh.”

Of course she wouldn’t. He didn’t blame her, he just wished she’d never met Potter that wretched evening in detention. He remembered it very well. How Dora had wandered off again, picking flowers, and ended up near Hogsmeade, where professor Slughorn saw her and brought her back to the school. He didn’t know why Potter was in detention that time though. Maybe he’d beaten someone up again. That prick loved to show off his strength at all times. That was all he was. Muscles and puns and smiles. Shallow.

“...Reg? Regulus? Are you okay? If you need it I can stay here, I don’t have to go to t-” the girl sounded alarmed, real concern painting her voice.

“No, Dora, it’s fine. Go have fun okay? I’ll be fine.” He got up.

“A-Are you sure? It’s no problem, after all...”

“No, I’m perfectly fine, just zoned out for a bit.”

He glanced at Barty and Evan, who were still making out. Regulus sighed.

“Won’t you finish your food at least?”

“No, I’m not really hungry.” He looked at the Gryffindor table, where the so called Marauders were making a mess with their meals and shouting happily. If only he was still in good terms with Sirius... But life wouldn’t continue based on ‘ifs’. He turned around and walked out of the dining room, quickening his steps as he reached his dorm room.

Still. What if things had turned out differently. What if he had ran away when Sirius did. Maybe he could be at their table, laughing again. Like when he was a little kid and Sirius would make funny faces to cheer him up after Mother had left them without food for the night once more. He could see the disappointment in her eyes. It was engraved in his memory, just like it was in Sirius’s too. He was sure of it. No, he decided. He couldn’t have ran away with his brother. Walburga would always find him. That phrase was a threat, a curse falling on his head, and he was pretty sure he’d never be free of it.

Had she been any other mother, that would have been encouraging, something she’d say to him to comfort him.

He crushed on his bed.

He’d heard Sirius talk about Potter’s mother, Eudora, was it? Maybe Eugenia? Euphemia? That was it. Euphemia. Euphemia Potter. The mother who, according to his brother, everyone should have. He’d dreamt of living with a loving mother. Foolish dreams of a foolish child, they were. Yet the hope still remained. Hope was a hard thing to kill. Maybe the hardest of all things.

Two weeks later

Reg was walking around in the school grounds. It was a habit he had adopted since Pandora had started spending more and more time with the Gryffindors, leaving him completely and utterly alone. Barty and Evan had had a fight earlier, something about socks... To be frank, Regulus thought that they were slowly becoming really annoying. Or maybe the blood boiling in his veins was speaking.

He’d fallen asleep, on one of the common room’s couches, only to find out that a bunch of Gryffindors - including Potter and Sirius - had snuck in with Pandora’s help, when he woke up. He tried not to upset Dora, after all, entrance in other Houses’ common rooms was not a rare “currency” in the school. She was probably just returning a favor.

Seeing the Marauders and especially Potter again though, he couldn’t help but get mad. He knew the other Slytherins were too, but no one would risk missing one of the Gryffindor parties just because of a visit. At least that was how Narcissa had put it.

He had stormed out of the common room in a blur, but not before he heard Potter whisper to Sirius something along the lines of “What’s wrong with him?”

By now he had nearly reached the lake. The weather had worsened the past days, going from warm and sunny until at least noon to a grey sky, threatening to fall apart and drench them with its rain.

He walked closer to the water. From afar, it looked like a pool of metal, perfectly still, reflecting its surroundings down to the last detail. Now that Regulus could get a closer look, he noticed how murky its bottom was, probably because of the mud the giant squid was moving around, as it lived its life without worrying about social interactions.

He picked up a stone, round and gray, and threw it sideways into the lake. He remembered, back in fourth year, when he, Dora, Evan, Barty and Dorcas had decided to spend the day right at that spot. He’d seen Barty skipping stones, and had demanded asked him to teach him how to. He was actually quite good at it, after all, though he wasn’t able to practice very often.

The stone hopped on the water, one, two, three, four times, creating round wrinkles in the still water before disappearing under the surface. He skipped a few more stones, but had to stop once the squid surfaced. There had been cases where it had actually caught and thrown the stones back to students who had initially tossed them in the past, and he wouldn’t risk it.

Regulus heard someone approaching, but didn’t turn around. It was probably someone like him, someone that wanted to spend some alone time. If they got annoying or disturbed him, he could always just leave.

The footsteps stopped, and a person stood right beside him.

“I knew I’d find you here.” Pandora said.

“Hello, Dora. Why aren’t you in the dungeons?”

“Oh, I didn’t see you there and I went out to look for you actually...” She gave him a gentle smile.

“You didn’t have to do that, I know how much fun you have with the Gryffindors. You can still go back.” He was grateful she had thought of him, but at that moment, he needed his time.

“I don’t want to go back. We need to talk.”

It was rare for Pandora to be that serious, so Regulus waited and listened to what she had to say.

“I know you’re upset. You’ve been avoiding me for the past few weeks. Barty and Evan say the same. Now, I don’t know why this is happening, but I’m here for whatever you need and I’m willing to do anything to fix it, and I’m sure that the same applies to the others too. So if you please could tell me the reason you’ve been so distant...”

Regulus felt tears gathering in his eyes, and blinked them away. How could she be so clueless? How could they all be?

"I don't want to talk about it."

"But I just want to help and-"

"I said I don't want to talk about it okay?"

"But-"

Anger erupted through him.

"Just shut up, Pandora! Shut up for once! How can you- How can you all just ignore me all this time? Do I even mean anything? Because you can't parade around chatting and laughing with Gryffindors one day and talk to me the other! It's not fair, do you understand? It's not fair to me!"

He could see tears appearing in her eyes as well now, but he didn't care.

"You became fucking best friends with goddamned James Potter! How is this fair? You know the consequences of me being even in the danger room with all them Gryffindors and yet you still invite me over? Do you even care about me at all? Was it all an act?"

He felt like he could continue for hours, but stopped when he heard almost inaudible sobs coming out from his friend's mouth.

Pandora got up and ran away, three flowers in her hair slowly falling on the ground behind her.

Then the realisation of what he'd said washed over him, crushing him in a huge wave of guilt. He contemplated running after her, apologising, falling on his knees until she forgave him. It was his last chance to not be alone and he had just thrown it away so stupidly. He turned around, but did none of that.

Regulus stayed there for a good two hours, doing whatever, walking around or talking to himself. He may have screamed his lungs out a few times. He just prayed no one was actually close enough to hear him. Deep down he hoped Pandora would return, help him sort things out, or just sit there even, her mere presence would be enough.

That didn’t happen. And as the hours passed, more and more clouds gathered in the sky, resulting in a heavy rain. He decided to head back, but took his time while he did so. He never minded the rain, he had found out that there was something poetic in being soaked in the thing most important for life to exist, yet if you overdid it, it would result to sickness, even death.

He shivered as he entered the castle through the gates, just in time before Filch closed them completely. The man gave him a nasty look but didn’t dare to say anything. The warmth of Hogwarts was welcoming, surrounding him like an embrace.

He took a turn and headed to the dungeons, and then another, when he bumped into someone.

“Excuse me.” He didn’t have time for apologies. He looked up to the person that was still blocking his way. “I said ex-”

“Oh, no, mate you’re not going anywhere. Not after whatever you did to Pandora. We need to talk.” James Potter said, looking down on him through his glasses.

Regulus felt anger bubble through him once more that night. He was pretty sure he was red as a tomato, but didn’t care. How dare he, James Potter, demand anything from him. He even had the nerve to ask about Dora- as if he cared. He would stand his ground.

“Go on, what do you have to say to me? Let’s see how much your little brain can comprehend of human emotions and interactions.” He made sure he sounded as petty as he could.

James huffed. “I saw Pandora at the library about an hour ago. She was crying. Only thing I could get out of her mouth was your name. Care to explain?” he crossed his arms and leaned to the wall.

“And why would you care about Pandora anyway?”

“Well, shouldn’t I? She’s my friend, something I have began to doubt about you.” Damn it, he was good at this game.

“It’s my business, not yours.”

“Oh hell no, we’re not going anywhere until we have this sorted out.

“Come on now” Regulus said “don’t pretend you don’t hang out with her only to have access to the dungeons and Slytherin parties.” A smug grin had started to form on his face,

That seemed to affect the other boy more than anything he’d said before. “I- I wouldn’t do that...”

“Like hell you wouldn’t. Stop pretending, Potter. Or don’t. Maybe that’s the only thing you can do well after all. Pretend. That’s what you are! A fake.” He let it all flow out, his voice gradually raising to the point he was yelling.

James did the same, though. “This is NOT about me! It’s YOUR fault that Pandora has been crying for the past hour, maybe more!” Regulus flinched. “So stop acting like you’re innocent! Not everything is about yourself! And stop ruining people’s lives by doing that! You had better go talk to Pandora, or I don’t know what will happen!”

Tears had started forming in Regulus’s eyes, but this time he let them flow freely.

“You don’t know shit! You don’t know how it is to be ignored by everyone for days straight, for people to actually hate you! You haven’t lost ANYTHING! So before you start talking, maybe you should actually think what someone has been going through BEFORE YOU START MAKING ACCUSATIONS!”

James seemed to be taken aback by his outrage, and spoke in a calmer voice, rubbing the back of his neck. “Still, that doesn’t make any difference. You shouldn’t-”

“Shut up.”

“No, I won’t shut up, Regulus! Why won’t you shut-”

Hearing his name coming out of James’s lips, something snapped inside of Regulus. He launched forward, grabbing the other boy’s face with both his hands and kissing him roughly on the lips, before pulling away.

He turned around to leave, he would process the atrocious action he’d just done later. He felt a hand in his, and James pinning him to the castle wall in a blur.

“You won’t get away so easily after that.” James loomed over Regulus, and for one moment the shorter boy thought he was going to hit me, but then the bittersweet taste of James’s lips on his took all his thoughts away. They held on each other as they kissed for what felt like hours. Regulus couldn’t understand what was happening, whether it was right or not, the only think that mattered was the boy hugging him like no one had ever before.

“You still have to talk to Pandora, you know” James mumbled, but his smile could be seen, even in the rush they both were in.

Three months later

Regulus was laying beside his boyfriend, or rather on top of him, as when James had realised how touch starved the boy was, he had insisted on them cuddling with every chance the got. Euphemia’s voice suddenly broke the silence.

“Boys, it’s time for dinner!”

James got up from his bed, kissed him and grinned. “You know, you were right. I got something more from hanging out with Pandora... The best prize ever.” He leaned in and kissed Regulus once more.

Fr tho it would be Annabelle's hobby watching it in tma

The magnus archives would be a lot shorter if the tape recorders could just bite people

I'M TRYING TO FIGHT THE WRITERS BLOCK (all my recs will be posted until October) SO ANYONE WANT DESCENDANTS FICS????? If yes, drop a request. I know I haven't been punctual, but it will be done in a month or so tops.