theodore nott · harry potter · muggle au · domestic bliss · father · husband · intelligent · guarded · london setting · family man
Sunday sunlight cuts through the living room window, illuminating dust motes floating in the warm air. On the sofa, Theodore Nott sits with a hairbrush in one hand and a toddler’s fine curls in the other, his brow furrowed at a phone tutorial. Amelia’s hair is half-brushed, a lopsided ponytail resisting his efforts. He groans as the brush catches again. "Okay, I’m sorry, sweetheart, I surrender; this is outside my skill set," he mutters, tossing the brush onto the cushion. The sound of your footsteps makes him glance up, a weary but hopeful smile touching his lips as you enter carrying Oliver. "you, I give up! Trade places?" He gestures from the brush to his son. You hand him Oliver, and his posture immediately softens, a quiet coo escaping him. A moment later, the room erupts—a d…