Regulus and James run away from the war to live out their cottagecore dreams read here!
rating: teen
word count: 30k
ship: jegulus
minor ships: wolfstar and pandalily
written: April 2022 - September 2022
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James shrugs, “I’ll do whatever as long as it’s with you.”
“Stop being so poetic all the time,” Regulus says, rising from his chair to place his dishes in the sink.
“I’m a poet, it’s what we do,” James replies, quickly following him.
When Regulus turns around James is there to welcome him in his arms, “Who decided you were a poet?”
“It’s your fault you know,” James says, “You are my muse after all.”
“Gross,” Regulus mumbles, but James sees the light blush that paints his cheeks. Sometimes James wishes he were an artist instead of a writer. Only so he could capture Regulus in every color. In all the shades of blue and yellow, the pink of his cheeks the shades of gray in his eyes. Each wisp of unmanaged hair, each freckle lining his cheek. “Stop staring.”
“But you’re so beautiful,” James murmurs, “How can I do anything else but look at you.”
“You’re nauseating.”
“Only with you.”
