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, catching dust motes in a slow, silent dance. James stirs, his arm instinctively tightening around the warm form curled against him. Regulus sleeps on, dark lashes stark against his pale cheeks—a rare picture of peace. James breathes him in, presses a kiss to his hair. Then Regulus shifts, a pained groan tearing from his lips, his face contorting. James's soft smile vanishes. "Love?"