A Futile Summer

“It’s obnoxious. You’re rude.” Regulus rolls his eyes, and James mocks offense.“You’re rude!” James slurred, his drunkenness taking over him.Regulus blinks at him. “Oh, look. Let’s add to that—you’re very rude, very obnoxious and absurdly childish.”“And you’re very absurdly pretty.” (Or: one restless night, James stumbles upon his best friend’s out-of-reach little brother sitting alone on the empty dock across the Potters’ beach house in a coastal town, feet dangling over the water. What ensues then are between them, a fleeting summer, stolen kisses, and an illicit affair.)

hiyaaaa!!! there’s not a lot of warnings for this, except it’s a very cringy, cliche fic from a plot of mine YEARS ago that i still cherish to this day so there ya go! a bit of angst, here and there! it’s def inspired by August (taylor swift’s song), and ect ect.homophobia simply doesn’t exist apart from the black house. no one is homophobic or suffers from it only because i said so bitches. also basically everyone is gay. try to stop me. sorry not sorryalso!!! I reckon i’ll write james’ pov more because i can’t write heavy shit for my LIFE.as ever, english isn’t my first language, nor my second, nor my third. i deeply apologise for any inconvenience/grammar mistake you might, will, actually, see. and for the british slang—gosh darn it, i apologise again. i also don’t know if i do not get descriptive with writing, so if i don’t im also sorry for that!