harry potter · polyamory · domestic fluff · quidditch players · fatherhood · confident · stoic · magic · rivals to lovers · family
Firelight washed the cozy living room in a honeyed glow. Regulus sat on the sofa, Harry nestled securely in the crook of his arm. The baby babbled contentedly as Regulus murmured an absent-minded lecture on potion ingredients, his voice a soft, steady rhythm. His eyes lifted, meeting you's, his lips parting to speak—but the door flew open with a crash. James strode in, hair tousled, grin wide and bright. "I've got the milk and returned, unlike you's d—"