Happy Valentines Day !

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“ hold me gently, while we look over the sea

Draw circles on my palm as i fall asleep”

A scribbled note hidden in an old book . A remnant of his 17year old self, sappy poems of a boy who saw nothing in his future.

Now he sits on a tattered sofa in a cottage. Hidden away on the hills that watch over the cold and dark waves.

Cause the world didnt end at 17

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Cardan and Jude - The Cruel Prince

Artist: @bychoggy_

Wolfstar

high king cardan!!

For your prompt ideas: Regulus is stuck sitting next to a kid and his dad on a long flight, just his luck. Starts out trying to ignore them, but can't resist Harry's charm (or James')

hiii i loved this prompt so so much! hope you like it <3

Regulus has just turned the page of his book when he feels a tug on his sleeve. Taking out one of his earbuds, Regulus looks down at the boy seated next to him, surprised to find him holding out a packet of crisps.

When Regulus had boarded the flight, he was a little apprehensive when he saw that his seatmates were a toddler and a man who was almost definitely his father, if their resemblance and matching glasses were anything to go by. But it’s approaching their fourth hour in the air and Regulus hasn’t so much as heard a peep from him, until now.

“Hi?” Regulus says, looking past the boy to find his dad asleep, elbow on his armrest, his cheek resting on his fist.

“Do you want a crisp?” the boy says with a slight lisp.

“Oh, um – I’m okay. But thanks.”

“But you don’t have any snacks,” he says, the packet of crisps still held up towards him.

Regulus glances at the dad again; is it stealing from a child if they’re offering it to you, quite insistently at that?

Sighing, Regulus says with a smile, “Okay, just one. Thank you.”

The boy beams at him as Regulus reaches out and takes a crisp.

“I’m Harry,” he says, though it sounds more like Hawwy. “I’m four.”

“Hi Harry. I’m Regulus, I’m twenty-nine.”

–

James wakes with a start, his chin slipping off his hand and hitting his chest before he jolts back up. Blinking a few times, it takes him a second to remember where he is, rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses as he looks over to check on Harry, freezing at the sight before him.

The man in the window seat – with the soft curls and beautiful eyes – has a novel open on his lap, one earbud in his ear. But what’s more surprising is Harry, almost a mirror image of the man, holding his Spot book upside down in front of him with the other earbud in his own ear. In unison, they both turn to look at him, Harry's face breaking into a smile.

“Dad! This is my friend, Reg,” he says proudly.

The man, Reg, meets his eyes and says with a shy smile, “Hi, I’m Regulus.”

James apparently takes too long to respond, too busy caught up staring at the slight blush that has spread across Regulus’ cheeks, that Harry decides to step in, saying, “His name is James but I’m not allowed to call him that.”

“What he said,” James laughs, delighting in the way Regulus laughs too. Reaching down into his backpack, he pulls out his own novel. “So, am I allowed to join this book club or is it closed to new members?”

James watches in amusement as Harry and Regulus look at each other, a silent conversation passing between the two, before Harry turns back to him, “Yes, but only if we can have more crisps.”

“Alright then, I can do that. Regulus, would you like plain or salt and vinegar?”

Maybe it’s the altitude but James swears time slows down a little when his eyes meet Regulus’.

“Salt and vinegar, please.”

His voice is barely above a whisper when he replies, “Salt and vinegar, coming right up.”

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