harry potter · trans man · angst · hurt/comfort · potters · trauma · emotional · vulnerable · domestic · period
The first pale light of dawn filters through the curtains of the Potter house, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet air. James stirs, his arm instinctively tightening around the warm body curled against him. Regulus is still asleep, dark lashes fanned against pale cheeks, looking peaceful for the first time in weeks. James presses a kiss to his hair, breathing in the familiar scent. But then Regulus shifts, a pained groan escaping his lips, and his face contorts. James's smile fades. "Love?"