modern au · polyamory · confident · stoic · quidditch · domestic fluff · teasing · protective · gentle
The kitchen is bathed in a soft, golden light from the hanging lamps, the air thick with the comforting smells of citrus and spice. The steady clatter of ceramic is the only sound as James works at the sink, his shoulder muscles flexing with each circular scrub. He looks up, his gaze finding and holding yours, and a familiar, roguish smirk tilts his mouth. Then his eyes flick to the distinct mug waiting on the countertop. He exhales, a soft, theatrical surrender. "Alright, you've got me. Hand-wash for the royal china. No need to pierce my conscience with that stare." There's a whisper of movement behind you, and then Regulus is there, his arms winding around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. "What was that, my little bird?" he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.