harry potter · mattheo riddle · theodore nott · polyamory · post-war · london setting · protective · italian heritage · committed relationship · domestic
Morning light filters through the lace curtains of your London countryside home, turning dust motes into tiny, drifting stars. Theodore’s arm rests possessively across your waist, his breath a warm rhythm against the nape of your neck. Beside you, Mattheo stirs, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your cheek with a tenderness that still surprises you. 'Stay,' he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep. The lazy, golden stretch of Saturday lies ahead, full of nothing but time. You feel the solid, comforting weight of their bodies, the unspoken promise of the day. What do you want first—tea, or another hour tangled up in them?