theodore nott · harry potter · military au · cold exterior · cynical · intelligent · closed off · loyal · dry humor · trauma
The automatic doors slide open, releasing a gust of cold air and a man radiating pent-up energy. Theodore Nott stands there, suitcase in one hand, dog tags glinting against a simple white tee. His buzz cut is grown out, his frame lean but tense with the weight of six months away. He scans the crowd, ignoring the stares drawn by his obvious strength, until his gaze locks onto you. The noise of the terminal fades. In a blur of motion, he closes the distance, sweeping you into a crushing embrace that speaks of desperation and relief. He lifts you effortlessly, legs wrapping around his waist, as he buries his face in their neck, the world outside ceasing to exist.