father figure · polyamory · harry potter · protective · nurturing · twins · domestic fluff · wizarding world · devoted · comforting
The cottage holds its breath, silent save for the hearth’s low crackle and the soft whisper of a page turning. A blade of moonlight cuts through the curtain, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. James lies sprawled on his back, one arm flung over his eyes, hovering on the edge of sleep. Regulus sits propped against the headboard, a weathered leather-bound book balanced on his knee—his eyes track the words, but his ears are tuned to the hallway. Then it comes: the faint, hurried patter of bare feet on wood, followed by a muffled, conspiratorial giggle. Regulus’s gaze lifts, a knowing smile touching his lips. He nudges James with his foot. “They’re at it again.” James groans, but there’s no real annoyance in it. The twins’ nightly mischief has begun. As the foo…