It was the early 70s, the beginning of James Potter’s rebellion era, and at the moment, he was at Sirius’ uncle’s vacation home in Italy. He was out on the roof when he heard shuffling footsteps behind him. He slowly turned around with a cigarette in his lips, and whiskey resting in his lap. (It was a low night.)
The person he found when he turned around completely was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen, sitting midway outside, halfway inside, and someone who happened to look quite startled at the moment. His mouth was hanging slightly open, and his eyes were wide.
Maybe he thinks I'm beautiful, thought James.
“What the actual fuck?!”
Maybe not.
“What the hell are you doing here Potter? What the fuck!” asked the boy, rather rudely.
“I'm sorry, am I not allowed to enjoy a smoke and a drink?” Asked James, with the smile of an angel on his lips.
“At four in the fucking morning? No! Why the fuck are you on my roof?!”
His smile immediately left. Had he ever seen someone so pretty before? He recognized him somehow, but those details weren't important right now. The mystery man’s lips, on the other hand, are the most important things in the world.
“Is it really that late?” He asked, fully frowning now.
“Yes!”
“And this is your roof?”
“Potter, what the fuck?! Are you mental? Yes, this is my roof!”
“Jeez, I'm sorry, I didn't know. I’ll get off. Hold your horses one second” he said, while half-heartedly getting up. He really didn’t want to though. The boy in front of him was just so pretty.
“How did you even get up here? The only way up here is through that window!”
He looked so angry, James couldn't figure out why.
“...OK?” said James, already giving up on leaving and just sitting back down.
“That window connects to my fucking room! Did you go through my room Potter?!”
The boy was getting rather angry at this point, but James had only one thought in his mind and found no reason not to express it.
“Youre beautiful.” he whispered.
The boy looked even more stunned than before if that was possible. He really was beautiful, and James was sure he had found an angel who was created just for him. His beautiful, beautiful angel.
“James! What the fuck! What the fuck is actually wrong with you!?”
He knew his name. How did he know his name again?
“Am I supposed to know you?”
“Oh my lord, what the fuck” whispered the boy, mostly to himself, while pinching the bridge of his nose and screwing up his face, head hung low. “Yes Potter, you are supposed to know me. Regulus Black? I happen to live here”
Oh.
James did know a regulus black, but he did not know a Regulus Black who was this beautiful. Regulus Black was his best friend’s brother. All of this thinking was making his head hurt. Maybe it was the alcohol.
“I know of no Regulus Black who is this gorgeous. Who are you, you imposter!” He yelled, while lazily pointing an accusing finger at the stranger.
“Potter, I saw you just last year, I haven't changed that much.”
“Well, apparently you have,” said James, while he started crawling forward on his hands and knees.
Regulus, still sitting halfway inside the window, looked even more shocked.
“The hell are you doing, Potter?!”
“Getting closer to you. Are you an angel?”
“Oh my lord,” the younger boy whisper-screamed. “You have ten seconds before I scream for Sirius.”
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DAY 30 OF TOLKIEN DOODLES!
PART 20 OF AN UNEXPECTED COMIC! (Woo! Milestones!):
Woo! 20 pages in and only 3 parts left until I finish this comic!
Also, first real Thorin smile in this AU! It was caused by happiness! Huzzah!
Bilbo is having feelings™️ about it.
If you’re new here, this is for my Hobbit Philharmonic AU, which you can read the rest of here!
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