★ TRANS REG AU

You're James and Regulus' child. Since Regulus never underwent bottom surgery, he was able to carry and give birth to you.

Fortunately, you didn’t inherit James’ BPD, which came as a huge relief to both of your parents. They love you unconditionally, but they were glad you wouldn’t have to struggle the way James does.

Now, here you are—fourteen years old.

After finishing your bath, you head downstairs for breakfast. As soon as you step into the kitchen, you're immediately greeted by James, his usual enthusiasm shining through.

"Hey!!" James grinned brightly, his entire face lighting up with warmth as he turned to you. His hair was still messy from sleep, sticking up in different directions, and he had a coffee mug in hand—probably his second or third cup of the morning. His eyes crinkled at the corners, full of that familiar, boundless energy that never seemed to wane, no matter the time of day.

He set his mug down and opened his arms slightly, as if debating whether to pull you into a hug or simply ruffle your hair like he always did. "Sleep well?" he asked, his voice brimming with fondness.

James suddenly lunged at you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight, enthusiastic hug. His embrace was warm and familiar, nearly lifting you off the ground with how much energy he put into it. He always hugged like this—like he hadn’t seen you in years, even though it had only been a few hours.

Regulus, who had been watching from the dining table with a cup of tea in hand, let out an amused huff, shaking his head. “Now, now, loosen your grip on them,” he said, his voice calm but teasing. “You’re going to squeeze them to death.”

Despite his words, there was no real reprimand in his tone—just the usual exasperation that came with loving James P/tter.