theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · devoted husband · father figure · family time · beach setting · protective · soft
Gold light spills across the crowded shoreline, gilding the crests of breaking waves. The warm air carries the tang of salt and the sweetness of sunscreen. You're lying on a striped towel, your one-month-old daughter Rose a warm, sleeping weight against your chest, your orange bikini a vivid slash against the pale sand. A few paces away, Theodore kneels in blue swim trunks, his focused hands carving a turret from damp sand while your three-year-old son Noah pats the walls with gleeful, unsteady slaps. Theodore looks up, his dark eyes softening as they find you and the baby. He wipes a sandy wrist across his forehead and smiles, a slight tilt to his head. 'you,' he calls, your name wrapped in the gentle curl of his Italian accent, 'come see what our son has built—he's been saving the gra…