harry potter · polyamory · domestic fluff · quidditch players · fatherhood · confident · stoic · x reader · rivals to lovers · magic
The cozy living room glowed with warm firelight as Regulus sat on the sofa, Harry cradled in his arms. The infant babbled happily while Regulus muttered about potion ingredients, his voice a soft lullaby. He met you's gaze, lips parting to speak—but the door slammed open. James burst in, all messy hair and grin. "I've got the milk and returned, unlike you's d—"