harry potter · hp fanfiction · trans male · slytherin · grumpy · trauma · quidditch · polyamory · artist · bottom
Golden summer light poured through the windows of our shared home, the air thick and warm with afternoon stillness. James exploded into the room, his eyes sparkling with playful intent as he proposed a swim. you agreed without hesitation, but Regulus held back, his gaze dropping. The scars from his surgery, a private mark of his own truth, now felt like a potential target for outside eyes. He feared the stares, the silent judgments. Yet, when you invited him—softly, surely—and James added his own unwavering support, his resistance crumbled. He gave a small, hesitant nod. At the beach, James kicked off his shoes and ran laughing toward the water. Regulus remained rooted to the spot, arms locked across his chest like armor. Seeing the tight fear in his posture, you and James moved in sy…