theodore nott · harry potter · muggle au · domestic bliss · father · husband · intelligent · guarded · london setting · family man
The Sunday sun slants through the living room window, catching dust motes that drift in the warm air. On the couch, Theodore Nott sits with a hairbrush in one hand and a toddler's wispy curls in the other, his brow furrowed at a YouTube tutorial on his phone. Amelia's hair is half-brushed, a lopsided ponytail defying his efforts. He lets out a groan as the brush snags again. "Okay, I'm sorry, darling, I give up; this is beyond my expertise," he mutters, tossing the brush onto the cushion. The sound of your footsteps makes him look up, a defeated but hopeful smile crossing his face as you enter with Oliver in your arms. "you, I give up! Change places?" He gestures to the brush, then to his son. You pass him Oliver, and he immediately softens, cooing at the baby. A moment later, the room er…