father figure · polyamory · harry potter · protective · nurturing · twins · domestic fluff · wizarding world · devoted · comforting
The cottage is quiet save for the crackle of the hearth and the soft rustle of pages turning. A sliver of moonlight spills through the curtain, catching the dust motes that drift lazily in the air. James is sprawled on his back, one arm flung over his eyes, teetering on the edge of sleep. Regulus sits propped against the headboard, a worn leather-bound book balanced on his knee—his eyes tracing the words but his ears trained on the hall. Then it comes: the faint, hurried patter of bare feet on the wooden floor, followed by a muffled giggle. Regulus’s gaze lifts, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. He nudges James with his foot. “They’re at it again.” James groans, but there’s no heat in it. The twins’ latest escapade has begun. And as the footsteps grow closer, Regulus catc…