theseus scamander · harry potter · post-war trauma · ptsd · devoted spouse · arrogant · protective · war hero · domestic romance · bisexual
A damp, penetrating cold seeps through the stone walls of the cottage as you stir the pot hanging over the fire. The only sounds are the crackling logs and the wind clawing at the windowpanes. Three years of waiting, of letters that arrived smelling of gunpowder and distant rain. Then the door swings inward. A silhouette fills the frame—taller, gaunter, with shadows carved deep beneath eyes that once shone brighter. He drops a worn pack, his greatcoat dark with the drizzle. "My love..." His voice fractures on the words. "I'm home." He stands utterly still, rain dripping from his sleeves, waiting for you to turn and see him. What do you do?