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things about pandora in my marauders x haunted au that just make sense:

♡ very whimsical but in an eerie way that people find unsettling (sirius is terrified of her)

♡ smells like lavender incense

♡ reads tarot cards with scary accuracy

♡ carries crystals around in her pockets/purse

♡ has a white cat named persephone (sephie for short) + has cat play dates with lucy

things about regulus in my marauders x haunted au that just make sense…

☆ sees spooky shit all the time but is never scared (probably has a sleep paralysis demon)

☆ allows close friends to call him archie

☆ loves gothic literature

☆ has a black cat named lucifer (lucy for short)

☆ only wears Vivian Westwood jewelry

• Barty and Evan run a ghost hunting channel on YouTube

• Sirius is a die hard skeptic with religious trauma

• James is adamant that anything involving demons or ghouls is none of his business

• Regulus is fluent in Latin and excited to perform an exorcism

• Remus doesn’t care if there are demons in the house as long as it keeps the rent low

• Pandora is a medium who sees ghost

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81361891

A fun little epilogue to Who’s a Heretic, Child?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80893831

When James mentioned that he and Sirius would need training, Regulus assumed they’d be doing something practical like learning how to tie knots or hoist the sails.

Apparently James deems hand to hand combat as more of a priority.

It makes sense to an extent he supposes. If they are to run into any trouble, it’d be good to know he and Sirius can hold their own rather than relying on others to stay safe.

But as he watches his brother clumsily handle a sword with so much carelessness Remus has to step up behind him to demonstrate how to adjust his grip, he can’t help but feel this is a waste of time.

Sirius was able to handle every common type of sword with ruthless precision by the time he was thirteen. Back home, they considered him a prodigy in pretty much any form of combat. He’d even been responsible for training some of the palace knights.

And now here he is, faking incompetence to flirt with a pirate.

IF they were capable of operating this ship on their own, Evan would have given in to Barty’s suggestion of mutiny ages ago.

Problem is, everyone else on this crummy vessel believes the sun shines out of Riddle's arse or something, so there’s really no chance that the two of them would survive turning their backs on captain shit bag.

It’s quite literally the middle of the night and Riddle’s harebrained second in command has been lecturing them on something or other for just short of an hour.

It’s beyond tiring.

“I think I’ve figured it out, Rosie.” Barty whispers in faux wonder. “Lestrange is actually infatuated by the sound of his own voice. It must be some sort of psychological failsafe since he knows no one else could love him.” He has an arm slung around Evan’s shoulder, his exhaustion showing as he settles most of his weight on him. Riddle has them on deck for an absurd percentage of the day.

Breaks are nonexistent.

Sleep is a luxury.

“Could’ve told you that ages ago Bee. When I told him to go fuck himself the other day, I genuinly worried he didn’t take it as an insult.” Barty’s snickers are covered by Rabastan’s continued nonsensical ramblings.

Before the idiot can work himself up to the point of aneurysm, Riddle steps out from the captain’s cabin, the resounding echo of his boots against the floorboards effectively quieting the group within seconds.

First fic!!