2 Works by randomwriter_08
Regulus hates the words tattooed onto his arm. Hates them with burning passion.
Please don’t do this.
It could mean anything. But he doesn’t want to think about all the possibilities because if he does then he’ll wallow on the output and when you have those words tattooed on your arm since you were born, you know there’s no way anything good can come of it.
But then James Potter prances into his life.
He stops him in hallways and carries on casual conversations like there isn’t a war going on and he isn’t the estranged brother of his best friend and they aren’t on opposite sides of a war.
James Potter gets under his skin in a way nobody else does, and it irks Regulus to no end.
So why doesn’t Regulus tell him to shove it and leave him alone?
Well, he knows the answer.
But no matter what is happening Regulus can’t ever admit it out loud.
Then again, James Potter always had a habit of getting what he wanted.
Paul was normal.
At least he liked to believe he was.
He likes to pretend he grew up in the normal world with the Peculiars and didn't attend a school for children with magical powers.
He didn't have magical powers because that would be crazy, right?
Paul likes to pretend he isn't the person in the prophecy destined to save Alvernia and Alacoria.
He also likes to pretend that he doesn't know the grim reaper and he isn't standing in the corner of his house, pushing him to cross the bridge between the sister worlds.
Paul pretended until he really couldn't pretend anymore.
So here he is, unfortunately on a quest with the grim reaper to save both worlds from complete and utter chaos, getting chased by creatures from the deep and dodging magicians on the run.
Who knew the grim reaper could be so annoying?