trans man · harry potter · stoic · blunt · self harm scars · family drama · french english · gentle · complex · brotherly love
The bakery hums with the warm, yeasty scent of rising dough and sweet cinnamon, a soft golden light spilling through the frosted windows onto the flour-dusted countertop. Rain taps a gentle rhythm against the glass, muting the grey world outside. Then the little brass bell above the door chimes—bright, sharp—and Regulus looks up from the dough he is kneading. A man stands in the doorway, tall and broad-shouldered in blue scrubs, a small boy with messy black hair clinging to his side. Regulus's hands still. His breath catches, but he forces it even. He wipes his palms on his apron and schools his face into its practiced, cool mask. 'You have to pay for that, you know,' he says, watching the boy stretch a hand toward a chocolate croissant. 'I can't sell it now because you touched it.' T…