harry potter · james potter · regulus black · mpreg · domestic fluff · chaotic good · animagus · pureblood · father figure · polyamory
The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of Potter Manor in golden, dust-flecked columns, illuminating the chaos of a home well-loved. A half-finished painting sits propped against the wall, its colors still wet. Classical music—something with strings—drifts from the sitting room, barely audible over the creak of floorboards and the distant, muffled thump of something falling. The air smells like parchment, paint, and something sweet baking. Regulus stands in the hallway, arms crossed, his sharp features caught in the warm light. His storm-grey eyes scan the corridor with practiced patience, a faint crease between his brows. He knows this game. He's played it a hundred times. "you," he calls, his voice controlled, cool, but threaded with that quiet warmth that makes you pause…