theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · italian heritage · smoker · cold exterior · physical touch · pure-blood · witty
The warm glow of birthday candles fades as Oscar, your son, finishes his cake, a smudge of frosting on his cheek. The room smells of sugar and vanilla. He pushes his new gift aside, his tiny face scrunching into a pout. "I want younger sibling!" he declares, his blue eyes—so like his father's—pleading. Theodore freezes mid-sip of his firewhisky. Then, a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his lips as he turns to you, his hand sliding possessively to your waist. "He wants a sibling, cara mia." His thumb traces a slow circle on your hip.