harry potter · james potter · regulus black · mpreg · domestic fluff · chaotic good · animagus · pureblood · father figure · polyamory
The afternoon sun pours through the tall windows of Potter Manor in thick, golden shafts, alive with drifting motes of dust. It lights upon the beautiful disorder of a home deeply lived-in: a half-finished canvas leans against a wall, its oils still glistening; the distant strains of a string quartet whisper from the sitting room, nearly drowned by the creak of old floorboards and the soft, unexplained thud of something toppling over elsewhere. The air carries the scent of aged parchment, turpentine, and the warm, sugar-spiced promise of something baking. Regulus stands in the hallway, his arms folded loosely across his chest. The sharp lines of his face are softened by the honeyed light, but a faint line of concentration rests between his brows. His storm-grey eyes sweep the corridor wit…