#newt x reader x leta

[redskull199987]

Always

Newt Scamander x female!reader Request

Word count:3.4k

Warnings:Blood, character death, beast killing someone(?), Canon typical violence, it's actually fluff

Summary: You and Newt were friends at Hogwarts, but he favored your Sister, Leta. Now, years after school, you have to join forces again, in order to fight Gellert Grindelwald...

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It was him. It had always been him. But I couldn't get myself to forgive him, I just couldn't.

So, instead of smiling or waving it anything, I just sat there, frozen in place, as his eyes landed on mine. For the entire evening I had prevented him from looking at me. Newt Scamander. The one and only Magizoologist and my former best friend. We went to Hogwarts together, but as always, my sister Leta caught his attention and the two of us talked less and less, until  we didn't talk at all anymore. In the end, I befriended his brother Theseus and the two uf us started working at the ministry together. I could never forgive Newt for favoring my sister over me, I knew it was childish, but still...

 He smiled at me shyly, which pulled my out of my trance, so I quickly looked away. Leta seemed to notice my Nervousness, so she grabbed my hand and smiled at me. It was a sad smile and immediately I knew what she was about to do.

"Leta", I whispered, "Don't!"

I closed my fingers around her hand trying to stop her from leaving me, but it was useless. She broke free and tumbled down the stairs.

"Leta!!", I yelled again, as she got dangerously close the the blue flames. I quickly grabbed my wand, trying to cast a spell to stop her, but Leta was faster. She turned around, an apologetic look on her face. She raised her wand against me:"Expelliarmus!!"

I was thrown to the ground, to far away to still help her. I looked back up and saw Leta standing in front of Grindelwald.

"Leta!?"

It was Theseus. Her fiancé and my best friend. His eyes looked glossy and he seemed so confused, not understanding what was going on. But Leta ignored him, she turned around and looked me in the eyes, a smile on her face, before she stepped into the flames.

And just like that, she was gone. My sister was gone.

"Leta?", I mumbled, not understanding what just happened. It couldn't be true, it couldn't. How could she be dead?!

"Xenia!?" I heard my name. I looked up, tears in my eyes. It was Newt. He kneeled down in front of me, an expression of pain on his face.

"We need to go", He whispered and put a Hand in my shoulder. I was too stunned to speak, so I only nodded. He gently pulled me onto my feet and guided me away from the flames.

In that moment, I didn't care. I didn't care about our fight, about our past, about nothing, I just followed Newt away from the flames.

But they grew hotter each second we tried to escape them. It seemed useless.

"Hurry!!",My face shot up. It was Flamel, he had found us. And he had a solution, so we ran, we ran and ran until we so rounded the flames.

Newt stopped right next to me and Theseus. I looked at the two brothers and nodded. Together, we rammed out wands into the ground, yelling:"Finite!!"

Red flames broke lose, circling the blue one's by Grindelwald. The heat was getting unbearable, but I threw up my arms and stayed in position. After a few minutes, I felt the heat dying down and looked back up. The graveyard was burnt to pieces, but everyone seemed alive and well.

Just now, I finally seemed to realize what had actually happend. I slowly fell to my knees, tears falling down my face. My sister was dead. Leta Lestrange was dead. I sniffled slightly and looked up at Theseus. He also had tears in his eyes. Of course, he just witnessed the love of his life die. 

"Theseus?", I mumbled and grabbed his hand. His eyes fell on mine and then he lost it. He started sobbing and cried out in pain. I quickly pulled him in for a hug, letting my own tears fall freely. 

Newt was still standng next to us and despite everything, I raisedmy hand and motioned for him to come to us. He had lost someone too. Newt slowly trotted over to us, his shaking hand took mine and I pulled him closer to Theseus and me. The two brothers looked at each other before nodding.

"We need to go", Theseus mumbled. Newt and I only nodded and grabbed his hand and Theseus apparated us to the french Ministry of magic . I sniffled quietly and wiped away my tears.

"I'm sorry", Newt whispered. I looked up at him, a little perplexed. "for everything", he mumbled. I carefully took his hand. Newt avoided looking at me, so I simply pulled him with me to sit down on a nearby bench, waiting for Theseus. I quietly put my head down on his shoulder. A few seconds of silence passed, each one of us lost in their thoughts. 

"I know", I finally said and glanced at Newt. "I know", I repeated and squeezed his hand,"I forgive you"

"Oh come on", I cursed. Theseus and I were dangling from the ceiling in one of the best secured prisons of the the magical community.

"He'll come", Theseus assured, trying to turn towards me, but he just swung around helplessly.

"What makes you so sure?!", I asked, trying to think fo what Newt was currently doing. I was hoping, that he was save.

After my sister died, I barely had time to grieve. The situation with Grindelwald got much worse and we had to fight Him. Even Dumbledore decided to step into action now, even if he and Grindelwald still had the blood swear.

"Theseus?"

My head shot up. I turned to look at Theseus. He nodded, so he had heard it too.

"Xenia?"

No doubt that it was Newt. A grin rose onto my face. Theseus was right, he actually came to save us.

I was about to yell his name, but Theseus repeatedly shook his head, motioning for me to stop. And fortunately, I listened to him.

A few seconds later, we saw Newt trotting over to us. But he was walking like a crab with his arms in the air and legs spread.

"Rescuing us, are you?", Theseus mumbled.

Newt quietly answered:"That's the general idea"

"And I presume... This", Theseus said, looking at Newt confused,"Whatever it is, you are doing, is strategic"

Newt nodded:"Yes, it's a technique called limbic mimicry. It discourages violent engagement...theoretically. I've only actually attempted it once before"

"And the results?", I asked, looking at him.

"Uh...", Newt mumbled, arriving right in front of Theseus. "Inconclusive", He muttered, "Course that was a laboratory setting and the conditions were strictly controlled and the...Well, the current conditions are more volatile, so making it less predictive of the ultimate outcome."

Newt had waddled closer to us and slowly attempted to turn around, so that he was facing Theseus and me.

"The ultimate outcome presumably... Bing our survival", Theseus said and looked up and Newt, who was standing directly in front of him now.

Suddenly a tail emerged right behind Newt. It came out of the abyss that was hovering only a few feet under us.

The tail got closer to Newt. To close for my liking, but it only seemed to inspect him. Newt carefully craned away his head, trying to avoid touching it.

A few meters away from us, the light of one of the other inmates, suddenly started flickering before it ran out.

The tail, which was next to Newt quickly got away from him and started hissing at the inmate, before it sunk back into the abyss.

A few seconds later, a much bigger scorpion-looking tail emerged and grabbed the inmate, pulling him down with it, while all he could do was scream.

"Holy lord", I gulped.

Newt had slowly turned around and watched how the remains of the inmate were shot back up. All that was remaining was a stinky corpse, dipped in Secretions and juices from the scorpion.

Suddenly, all the tiny scorpions started marching away quickly. Newt could only look after them, as they started eating up the remains of the inmate.

Newt quickly jumped closer to Theseus, cutting open his fetters. I could hear a thud, presumably Theseus who fell to the ground.

He groaned, as Newt grabbed his lantern and stepped over to me.

"Hy", He mumbled as he also loosened my fetters. I also fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Hy", I groaned, as Newt grabbed my hand and  pulled me to my feet.

"Are you alright?", he asked. I only nodded, rubbing my back.

Newt ran back out and Theseus and I followed him quickly.

"Shit", I mumbled, as I saw the army on little scorpions in front of us. They were blocking the way out.

"And the plan is?", Theseus asked, while I felt how Newt slowly pushed me behind him.

"Hold this", Newt said and handed me his latern. I quickly grabbed it and held it up. Newt folded his hands and started whistling. The sound echoed through the caves, as Theseus and I waited for something to happen.

"What the bloody hell was that for?", Theseus whispered, looking at Newt from the corner of his eye.

"Um..", Newt breathed, "We're gonna need some help."

He suddenly lifted his arms, getting into the scorpion-like position, he was in earlier. Theseus and I backed away a little bit, as the tiny scorpions all mimicked Newt's pose.

Theseus and I quickly tried to copy Newt's pose. The lantern dangled around in my hand, as I did my best to do it exactly like him. He suddenly started swinging his hips:"Follow me"

I gulped and started at him, as I slowly trailed behind Newt, trying to copy his actions. I looked behind me, seeing that Theseus was also struggling to find the right rhythm.

"Come on", Newt mumbled quietly. The three of us, were slowly walking along the path together with the tiny scorpions who all copied our actions. We looked like a weird magicall dance group, practicing for their next gig.

"You're not swiveling properly", Newt said, eyeing Theseus' hip swings.

"Swivel...", he tried to explain, "Swivel, but delicately"

"I'm swiveling like you're swiveling, Newt", Theseus said sternly, even though it was obvious that he struggled.

"I don't believe you are", Newt mumbled, tilting his head.

"Shut up, you two", I mumbled and gave them both and stern look.

Suddenly the lantern in my hand started flickering too. Newt and Theseus immediately stopped fighting and looked at the light in my hand.

But luckily, it didn't go out. Unfortunately the light in the chamber right behind me started flickering too now, before it ultimately stopped glowing.

"Bloddy hell", I whispered before ducking away quickly, as the Gigantic scorpion tail emarged from the abyss and grabbed the inmate behind me.

I quickly got up and waddled over to Newt, as I saw the Corpse already flying back up. I stumbled into Newt's side and he quickly put his arm around me, preventing me from falling.

"Are you alright?", Newt mumbled and looked down at me.

"Mmh", I nodded, as I glanced at the tiny scorpions eating up the corpse.

Newt and I looked at Theseus and he nodded:"Swivel"

I parted from Newt and the three of us started trotting away again.

After a few minutes, we finally reached the entrance of our cave.

We were ready to step out, when I heard a crunching sound behind me.

Newt and I turned around and saw that Theseus had stepped on one of the tiny scorpions. He slightly shook his foot, to get it away from his shoe. 'Gross', I thought to myself.

Suddenly the lantern in my hand started flickering again, but this time, it finally stopped glowing.

I looked around as all the scorpions hurried out of the cave, leaving the three of us behind.

I couldn't believe my eyes, as I turned around and saw at least four of the giant scorpion tails, coming out of the abyss. The creature growled at us, before it started to attack.

A yell escaped my lips, as Newt, Theseus and I started running away.

"Woah", I yelped, as the cave crashed right in front of me, a Scorpion tail destroying the wall. I quickly got up and backed away. I ran into the other direction and duck away from the glowing splotches of Secretion, that the scorpion fired at me.

I had to stop, trying to catch my breath as the tiny scorpions suddenly so rounded me again. I quickly backed away, back into the cave, but right now, the Gigantic creature was emerging completely. It seemed like I had no way out. It hissed at me, and rammed it's tail into the wall right next to me. I whimpered slightly and backed away. I ran across the path towards the entrance. It seemed like a parkour, since every few seconds one of the tails rammed into the earth right next to me. I finally made my way out and started running like the devil was chasing me.

As I crossed an intersection, I was able to spot Newt for a second, who was also running away. I turned left and saw him running towards me. I sprinted the last few meters towards him and he grabbed my hand, pulling me with him, as Theseus also joined the two of us. Together, we sprinted towards the entrance, as the ceiling started to crumble. Right after we escaped, it crashed down and closed the entrance once and for all.

I tried to catch my breath, as I thought we were save, but suddenly a tail came up behind us. It slung around Theseus and pulled him away.

"No wait!!", Newt yelled and the two of us grabbed one of Theseus' hands each and tried pulling him back to us. It seemed almost impossible, as Newt lost Theseus' hand.

He was pulled closer to the abyss and so was I. I landed flat on my stomach, as I tried to prevent Theseus from being pulled into the abyss.

"Newt!", he yelled, as I struggled to hold him up. He grabbed both of my hands tightly and tried to pull himself up.

Newt ran to us, grabbing my other hand, building up a chain. Suddenly Pickett came flying towards us, Newt's Wand in his hand. He quickly grabbed it and yelled:"Accio!!"

Only seconds later the three of us fell into the abyss, as Teddy, Newt's Niffler,  came flying right after us.

"Grab the tie!!", Newt yelled. I did as he told and the port key activated. The three of us were apparated out of the prison.

We landed somewhere in a Forrest. The cold air hit my face, as we landed on the ground. Thanks to Theseus and Newt, I landed gently, as I toppled down on the both of them.

I groaned slightly and got up, as I noticed that the scorpion tail was still around Theseus, as him and Newt got up too. He quickly pushed it away, the tie though was still in his hand. It hissed and crawled away quickly.

Thesus lifted the Tie and handed it over to Newt, since Teddy was still clinging to it.

"That was a portkey", he said sternly.

"Yeah", Theseus mumbled.

"Well done you Two", Newt said as we reached the lake right in front of us. I couldn't believe my eyes at what I saw. A smile appeared on my face, as I took in the sight of Hogwarts, right in front of us.

"Come on", I smiled and pulled the two wizards with me.

As we entered the great hall, I immediately spotted Lally sitting next to a couple students.

"Lally!", I shouted and she looked over to us.

"What kept you three?", she asked and got up.

"Uh", I mumbled, "We encountered some complications. You?"

"We encountered some complications", she repeated and handed me the Newspaper that she was holding.

I opened it and looked at the headline perplexed.

"Jacob tried to murder Grindelwald?", Theseus asked, after he peered over my shoulder.

"It's a long story", Lally said.

She turned around and I spotted Jacob sitting at the Dinner table with some Students, they were talking about his new wand.

"Jacob", Lally said sternly, catching his attention, "Look who I found"

"Hey", he smiled and quickly got up,"Its my wizard friends, Newt, Theseus and Xenia"

He looked back at the students and crossed his fingers:"We're like this. I gotta go, alright. Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do"

I smiled at our muggle friend. He never failed to impress me with his charisma.

"Do you believe this place?", he asked, as he stepped over to us, "They got pint-sized little witches and wizards running around here"

"You don't say", I chuckled. I saw Theseus smile slightly before he slowly walked away from us.

"I was the assassin", Jacob mumbled, leaning closer to me and Newt. A smiled at him, giving Newt a look and a chuckle left his lips.

"Newt, Theseus and Xenia all went to Hogwarts", Lally explained with a smile before we followed Theseus.

"Oh, I knew that. Well, they're being very nice to me. The Slytherin boys over there, they gave me these", Jacob smiled and held up a package of candy,"They're delicious. Who wants one?"

Newt and I turned around and Eyed the box that he was holding.

"Well, I never cared for cockroach clusters much myself, although Honeydukes are supposed to be the best", I explained

The bell chimed and the students all got up and Started to leave, while the four of us stepped over to Dumbledore. He did not seem happy.

After explaining the situation to us, Dumbledore lead us to his brother, who lived in Hogsmead.

"Here we are", Dumbledore said and opened the door for us.

"Bunty, you're here", Newt said and looked over to his assistant.

"Yes", she smiled.

Newt finally noticed the Quilin standing to his feet.

"How is she?", he asked and leaned down.

"Oh, she's fine", Bunty said. She grabbed Newt's case and let out the other Nifflers.

"What's Alfie done now?", Newt asked as he crawled into his hand, scolding the little guy.

"Miss Broadacher, I trust my brother has been a gracious host?", Dumbledore asked and caught my attention. He eyed Bunty questioningly.

"Yes, ever so gracious", she smiled.

"I'm delighted to hear", Dumbledore said and turned to his brother,"Uh,so room's have been arranged for you in the village and Aberforth here will prepare you a delicious dinner, his own recipe"

To be honest, the soup Aberforth made, didn't look to delicious. The taste was astonishing though.

I looked over to Newt, as I caught him staring.

"Newt?", I mumbled and nudged his arm, "Can we talk for a second?"

He only nodded and followed me outside as I excused the two of us.

We stepped outside into the cold and I quickly turned around, looking at Newt. He was avoiding my eyes.

"Newt... I...", I whispered and grabbed his arm. I gently pulled him closer to me and he let me. "Newt, I...I want to thank you. Ehm, for saving my life.", I mumbled. I felt his breath hit my face and I looked up at him. His face was inches away from mine and he finally looked into my eyes.

"Xenia", he whispered. I couldn't help myself. I pulled him closer by his arm and our lips collided in a soft kiss. I closed my eyes, as I felt his arms wrap around me gently, like he was afraid to hurt me. I put my arms around his neck, as I deepened the kiss.

"I love you", I blurted out as we parted,"I always have" Newt didn't say anything and for a second, I thought that I had spoken to soon. I looked down in embarressment, but suddenly I felt how Newt's hand rose to carress my face. He leaned down and softly kissed me again.

"I love you too", he smiled,"I always have"

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The Dead Stay Dead

Theseus Scamander x witch!reader

Strangers to lovers, Major character death warning

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

…

Jacob Kowalski is nothing if not willing to expand his beliefs about the world. So when he hears Theseus and Newt talking about Leta… well, he suggests the cards.

After all, his mother had the skill and hers always seemed to come out weirdly right in ways you didn’t expect it.

…

You can see the dead, and even though the wizards standing before you would classify you as a muggle, you and your ancestors are magick practitioners, through and through.

…

The cards tell you anything you ask, but that doesn’t mean it’s always what the patrons want to hear as the answers to their questions.

Usually, the people coming into the tarot shop your mother runs are there for a laugh. Sometimes they’re here already looking for a specific answer.

Will he marry me?

Does she love me?

Is my loved one waiting for me on the other side?

Typical, run of the mill questions. The type of questions you didn’t have to pick up the cards to answer, really. It’s like they’re thinking so hard that the answer appears scrawled in charcoal in front of their face.

You’ve never had a wizard come looking for answers in a tarot shop before.

There’s firsts for everything.

Jacob Kowalski is nothing if not willing to expand his beliefs about the world. So when he hears Theseus and Newt talking about Leta… well, he suggests the cards.

After all, his mother had the skill and hers always seemed to come out weirdly right in ways you didn’t expect it.

…

“Hello, gentlemen. How can I, er, assist you?” You can smell the magic on the two brothers from almost down the street. Their third companion though was much shorter, and decidedly human.

“We’re here with some questions for your cards, if you have time.” the shorter man responds for the trio.

“Interesting. I do wonder what sort of question could bring two wizards and a human to my door.” You raise an eyebrow at them.

“Someone who’s,” one of the brothers begins but cuts himself short. He won’t meet your eyes. You wait patiently though; if it’s a question about a “someone”, your guess is someone has passed away they want to know about. An area where wizard magic was sorely lacking. Hmmph.

“We’re hoping you can check on someone for us, you know from the other side?” The shortest jumps in again, smiling a bit.

“Of course, I’d be happy to, Mr’s…” you pause, hoping for a name.

“Oh! Apologies, uh, I’m Jacob Kowalski, and this is Theseus,” he points to the taller brother, “and Newt.”

“Pleasure to meet you all. Come with me to the back parlor will you?”

You lead the way to the back, down the creaky hallway with its peeling paint, and into a room covered in runes. The lights are dimmed in the room more for a haunting effect than anything else, making the runes glow.

Once seated around the table, you pull cards from a space beneath the table.

“What questions did you come here looking for answers for?” You spread the cards out smoothly in an arc in front of you.

There is a pause. A weight is in the air. All three of these men know what they wish to ask, however refuse to voice it.

How heavy a weight it must be, then.

“Ask, for the cards cannot help otherwise.”

“Can the dead be returned?”

You smile a sad and ancient smile. “The dead stay dead, Theseus Scamander. Or an incomprehensible toll will be exacted.”

“But you can see them, can’t you?”

“You do not want to see them,” you whisper. “They are past the veil now, you do not want to see them. They are not the same as they once were, don’t call the dead.”

You see her then.

A young woman, eyes a dark yawning pool, a hand placed on each Scamander brother’s shoulder.

“Hello Leta.” you say gently. “Why have you not passed on?”

The room darkens and chills, Leta screams a terrible scream that only you can hear, though it shatters all the glass in the room, startling your guests all the same.

You hear your mother yelling on the upper floor of the house, running footsteps down the main stair as she races for the back room.

“Leta please help me understand.”

You place your cards to the side, instead holding out a hand to her. She doesn’t move, rather appears in a mist at your side, right by your ear and leaning in to whisper.

Her nails are sharp talons, you can see whatever anger she has held onto in death.

“He. Must. Die.” The words are a whisper, raising the hair on your arms.

“Who, Leta?” But it must have taken too much energy to speak, because her form disappears even from your view.

You look blankly at these three men who have come into your parlor. What sort of danger were they in? What sort of danger were they?

…

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Theseus Scamander x reader

✨Love is magical✨

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10| Part 11|

Without missing a beat, Theseus broke away from Leta’s hug to chase after you immediately and Newt followed suit. “Im really sorry Leta, I’ll explain later” said Newt. “Y/n”!!! “Y/n!!!” “Y/n”!!! Theseus yelled your name so many times while running after you that people began to stare at him. You didn’t notice as your mind was spiraling. Sitting there in the alley way you gradually began to come to. You could hear Theseus and Newt turning the same corner. You got up quickly and apparated back to your home. You could’ve stayed…you could’ve told Theseus how you were feeling…but your heart just couldn’t….it was shattered. You made up your mind, Theseus should be with his fiancé, it would make everything easier than having to hear what he wanted. In reality though, you were just tremendously scared…scared that Theseus would have made the same decision you made. You sat on your living room floor a crying mess, in a flash all the memories of you and Theseus started flooding your mind: from the night you met on the trolley, to going to your Great Aunts, to spending Christmas together, making love, roaming Hogwarts and the wizarding world. All those memories made your heart skip a beat, they were lovely. Yet a profound heaviness weighed on you from having to say goodbye to the man you love…you felt empty.

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“Where in the bloody hell did she run off to?!” Theseus yelled, frustrated and angry that you had to deal with this situation. This was the last thing Theseus wanted. Sure he was happy that Leta wasn’t dead but he didn’t want her romantically. He wasn’t in love with Leta, in fact he never was in love with her, he was in love with you, you and you only. His heart couldn’t bare the pain of how you must’ve felt. He was immensely upset with himself for hurting you, even though he didn’t do anything to actually hurt you, he still felt like it was his fault. Newt tried to calm his brother down, but it wasn’t working. So they both apparated to your home, thinking they would start looking for you there.

You heard a popping noise and look up to see Theseus and Newt in your kitchen. Theseus runs over to you and holds you tightly. “Theseus, I think it’s best that you leave” you say while he wipes the tears from your eyes. “I’m sorry but I can’t do that” he holds you even tighter, caressing your back. “Y/n, you mean everything to me, I thought I knew what love was before I met you, but I was wrong. Darling, you make my heart bigger, and my world brighter. I can’t imagine myself without you. You are my world, I’m in love with you, and only you,” Theseus proclaims with his cracking raspy voice, eyes filled with tears he grabs your face and kisses you with such a deep passion it was as if his love was transferring into your body, an energetic exchange that made you feel so much better, it was mending your broken heart back into it’s healed place.

You step back from Theseus and grab his hands, holding them firmly, lifting them up to your face. “Theseus, I love you, so so much, and I want you to be happy, no matter what, no matter how much it hurts me. Which is why I’m letting you go, you should be with Leta. She is your fiancé after all and well I can’t stand in your way,” tears stream down your face as you express yourself. Theseus felt like you stabbed him in the chest a million times over, those were not the words he was longing to hear, but he snapped out of his self pity in order to fight for you. “None sense!! How can you say such things? I won’t stand for it! How can you not see that I don’t want Leta! Why do you think I’m standing here before you. I want you y/n! I am unequivocally, undoubtably, and whole heartedly in love with you!” Theseus was yelling at this point, his arms flailing every which way as he spoke, his voice still raspy from being emotionally overwhelmed. You didn’t know what the right thing to do was anymore. So you did the most logical (or really not logical) thing you could think of. You ran outside to the nearest park as fast as you could, Theseus of course chases after you but this time Newt stops him. “Theseus if I may, maybe I can get through to her.”

You were sitting on the park bench about a half mile from your home. Your mind was sporadic again leaving you ever so confused. You didn’t hear Newt as he quietly walked up and sat next to you. “Y/n, I’m not much good at this type of thing but I do know love when I see it. Forgive me if I’m offending you in anyway but you seem like you have a middle head. I know your words to my brother were on the basis of moral grounds but believe me when I say Ive never seen him this way with anyone else, not even Leta. You know the woman I fancy, Tina, it took me a while to express how much she meant to me, and I regret not being more forthcoming with my feelings for her from the start” Newt speaks to you with a very caring soft voice, it soothed you a bit. “Oh Newt, thank you for your kind words. If I’m being honest I want nothing more than to be with Theseus but I don’t know if I’m making the right decision.” “Well y/n it is very seldom in life that we know we’re making the right decision for certain. The best we can do is follow our hearts” Newts voice turned into a whisper as he gazed into your eyes sweetly. It was in that moment that you decided to give love a chance again. Perhaps you were so scared to lose Theseus that you began pushing him away. “You’re right Newt….thank you….for everything.”

Theseus was standing in the dark some feet away from you and Newt. He heard the entire conversation and it warmed his heart to hear his brothers words. Theseus and Newt had indeed grown closer since the Grindelwald fiasco, they began understanding each other more, something Theseus had yearned for, for quite some time now. You gave Newt a big hug, you were so thankful for him that you couldn’t break away. “Mmm mmm” Theseus clears his throat walking up to you two. He reaches his hand out as you get up and then picks you up and twirls you around like he loved to do. Giggling you felt giddy again, what an emotional rollercoaster of a day for all of you. With your legs wrapped around his waist looking into Theseus’s eyes you whisper “I love you Theseus.” “I love you too y/n, I’m so sorry for everything you went through today, but I want you to know that I would never do anything to jeopardize us. I will never leave you, I will never stop loving you…..ever,” Theseus declares while placing a kiss on your forehead. The moment was perfect, Theseus felt like home, and Newt felt like family to you. Gratitude filled your heart for having such wonderful wizards in your life.

Without warning you all heard a popping noise and Leta appeared in front of you. You got down from being held by Theseus and whispered in his ear “I think you two should talk my love.” Theseus looked at you worried, “are you certain?” “Of course, you owe her an explanation Thes.” You and Newt walked back to your place to give them some space. Leta hastily walked up to Theseus “do you care to explain to me what’s going on?” Theseus took a deep breathe, “yes, I’m sorry Leta, after that night at your family’s tomb, it tore me apart that I lost you. You will always be someone I care for. You see, I thought what we had was true love, but I realized that I was wrong. I was never in love with you, and let’s face it, I don’t think you were ever in love with me either. I think it was just convenient for the both of us. I am in love now Leta….real love…and I want nothing more than for you to be happy and find your true love as well. It would be a great disservice to you if I continued on pretending.” Leta looked down, as much as it pained her to hear those words she knew Theseus was right. Leta loved Theseus but she was never in love with him. It struck her only then that she was still in love with Newt, Leta never wanted to admit this to herself. If she was being truthful, sadness overcame her because she knew she missed her chance with Newt. If only she had listened to her heart when the time was right. “I understand Theseus, I think we were both too scared to admit this before.” Leta slowly took off her engagement ring and placed it in Theseus’s hand. Theseus smiled at Leta “come, I want to introduce you to y/n, and I’m certain Newt would love to spend some time with you as well.”

You and Newt were drinking tea while he was explaining why it might be dangerous for you to try to swim with the kelpie. Newt stopped talking mid sentence and you saw Theseus and Leta walk in. It was a bit awkward at first but as the night went on you and Leta developed somewhat of a friendship. The four of you sat by the fire telling stories until about 2am. “Well id love to stay but I must get back to my flat” said Newt. “I’ll get going as well, Newt do you mind if I stay the night at your place?” Leta asked him. Newt was flustered, “um yeah sure I guess that would be fine.” You and Theseus looked at each other and giggled. You soon realized that Leta and Newt had quite a bit of history between them, and everything else made more sense to you. After they left Theseus wouldn’t stop staring at you smiling. “What Theseus?“ you giggle. “Im just happy is all. Happy I found you, happy to be in love with you, and happy you didn’t give up on us. Well you almost did, and quite frankly I would not have let that happen,” he chuckles. “Yeah, I’m happy too Thes” you say while getting lost in his eyes. “Now about that ministry job…”

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slip of the tongue part 3 - reckoning

Theseus Scamander x Reader

"Keep your hands to yourself!" You snap, trying to infuse as much venom into your voice as possible. "I can't," he groans.

summary: a second mission with newt and the group reintroduces theseus's former fiancée, leta lestrange, into the mix. old wounds and insecurities flare as you both reckon with your pasts and make decisions that determine your future.

fem!reader. theseus scamander x reader.

category: romance with plot. some smut. slight angst!! non-canon compliant.

warnings: 18+ smut, semi-public inappropriate touching, dirty talk, hand kink

part one / part two / part three

author's note: it's funny how the title of this fic doesn't really fit anymore HAHA, goes to show that i did not plan this story at all. this part is going to be LONGER & more focused on plot & their character development! hope you enjoy, as always let me know if you'd like me to continue :)

The surreal, electric buzz from the gala dissipates as soon as you enter the elevator at the Hotel de Rome with Theseus.

Theseus's jacket is so large you're practically drowning in it, the sleeves hang well past your hands. You feel like a little girl in a nightgown. The elevator pulleys burr mechanically as it slowly rises, the electric bulb light casting your face in a sickly, ghastly light. The backs of your high heels have begun to dig painfully into your skin, that stinging pain the only thing grounding you to reality, that and Theseus's warm body beside you. You're positive your feet are bleeding.

Your weariness is mirrored in everyone else's faces when you walk into the hotel room at last. It's obvious that they're all overextended. There's no semblance of victoriousness, even after your successful heist.

Newt stands, alert, at the sight of his brother.

"Theseus! Finally, I was beginning to worry-"

"I'm fine, brother," Theseus waves him off. His hair is slightly damp from the snowfall, and his dress shirt as well. "We got caught up, but we're fine."

When Newt turns to speak to you, his lips part but no words come out. He's staring at your mouth. He looks pale and horrified.

"What?" You turn to the others and to Theseus in uncertainty. Tina and Jacob are also looking at you with newfound distress, but Theseus seems as clueless as you, frowning warily at Newt.

Newt makes as if to bring a hand to your face but pulls back at the last moment.

"Oh dear," Newt says. "Y-Your lipstick is smeared... I'm so terribly sorry, Y/N. And your hair—I didn’t think Dietrich would actually-"

Theseus half-raises an arm, cutting his brother short, looking admonished. 

“Actually, Newt, that would be my doing...”

Your face warms considerably. Newt chokes on his words.

“Oh…” He turns to the rest of the group, his face nearly flushed as yours. Jacob lets out a strangled noise and Tina does a discreet double-take between you and Theseus.

“Well,” says Newt, mercifully changing the subject. “We all made off fantastically. Good work.”

You want to share in his congratulations, but it feels premature with Grindelwald still at large. It doesn't feel as though you have much to celebrate in this tiny hotel room, the five of you still standing awkwardly in your evening wear.

"What now?" Asks Tina.

Newt sits on one of the two twin-sized beds and hunches over, forearms on his legs. He is your designated leader, but you have to admit he looks so small and frail without his coat. Thin and unsure of himself.

"I have it on good authority that Credence will be at a mausoleum in the French Alps. He could be heading there now, we have no way of knowing, but he is planning on going there soon. Tomorrow, maybe."

"Why?" Tina's face is full of emotion. You don't know who Credence is, or why he is important to the resistance, but you don't feel that now is the time to ask. It stuns you, the subtlety of her expression, how someone can look so crushed and full of love at once.

"He's, erm, searching for his ancestral records I believe," Newt answers. "The Lestrange artifacts and family tree were moved there from the cemetery in Paris, possibly by Grindelwald. This is likely all a trap set for Credence, but this could very well be our last chance to intercept him. To save him."

Tina is speechless, Jacob nods solemnly.

"Y/N," says Newt. It startles you to hear him say your name in all of this deliberation. "I know you probably don't understand half of what we're saying, and we understand if you don't want to come. But we'll likely run into Grindelwald and his followers. They're after Credence. We could use you."

You don't even have to think.

"Of course, Newt. I go where Theseus goes." You wonder if you sound too intense, too devoted, so you add: "And besides, I want to be of any help that I can."

Theseus reaches out and clasps your hand in his. It thrills you, for him to do this in front of his brother, in front of the others. Your heart races, happily so.

Newt smiles at the sight.

"Sleep," he turns to everyone. "We leave first thing in the morning."

----

The next day, by the time you make it to the French Alps in spats of apparition and stretches of traveling by train, it is nearly dusk again.

You and Theseus had slept like the dead in the too-small hotel room bed, with Tina in the other bed and Jacob and Newt, in a turn of events beyond your understanding, in some hidden compartment within Newt's brown leather suitcase. Strange, but you didn't question it. Your bodies ached when you woke, but it felt like heaven to you, being held by him, you wouldn't have traded it for the world.

"I'm too big for this bed," he lamented, stretching his limbs, when the two of you woke in the morning.

"Hmm, yeah. Too big... " When you smiled coyly and narrowed your eyes at him he threw a pillow at your face. You caught it with a laugh.

"Naughty," he chided.

"The resistance," as Theseus had once jokingly called it, turned out to be not so glamorous after all. The resistance was perpetually tired and forever embarking on some haphazard plans only half-understood.

But when you set foot at the base of the mountains in the Alps, you feel bizarrely energized. This is what you imagined the work of an Auror would be like, chasing leads, pursuing justice through crowded cities and rugged terrain. It feels good to be so proactive after a year of being more or less cooped up in an office at the Ministry. And, best of all, Theseus is here with you. And he wants you, if not your heart then your body, at last, at least...

"This can't be it, Newt," you hear Jacob say, his breath pluming in front of him in small huffs. He struggles through the thick snowbed to catch up to Newt, who is a bit ahead of the group. You're in what looks like a forest clearing, the mountains rise in the distance, gargantuan and feeling a bit holy in their emptiness, their silence.

"He's right. There's nothing out here," calls Tina.

It's a winter forest. A killing wood. In truth, you’ve never been so cold in your entire life. The whole world has turned white as death: white blizzard blotting the air, thick blankets of fresh snow carpet the ground, and everywhere outside the clearing are great white pines standing like sentries, their edges blurred and softened by the snow fog.

You can see what’s in front of you, but you can’t see what’s coming.

Newt walks clumsily back through the budding blizzard to rejoin the group.

"The mausoleum should be a bit uphill from here!" He assures. "It's concealed by magic. Credence doesn't know, but we need someone with the blood of a Lestrange to enter."

The blood of a Lestrange.

Before you can even make the connection, Theseus stiffens beside you and drops your hand.

"Newt, you didn't." His voice is grave.

"I'm so sorry."

You wonder in a shrugging, aloof way why Newt looks to you after saying this to Theseus. It still doesn't mean anything to you.

A branch cracks, a high, ear-splitting sound like a broken bone. When you see the figure emerge from the tree line, your hand is already on your wand.

Grindelwald, you think.

But then Theseus's arm snaps out to yours, stilling your hand, almost just as quick.

"Don't." He says.

She approaches you slowly and you make out who it is almost immediately, just by the shape of her silhouette. Theseus and Newt's reactions make sense now, it all clicks into place with resounding dread. You feel the word "oh" in the pit of your stomach like a dropped stone.

Floating from the forest like that, in her wine-colored silk dress and black coat, Leta Lestrange really does look something like a ghost, or an angel...

When she approaches she walks straight to Theseus.

"Newt wrote to me," she says loud enough for everyone to hear, but she is only looking at Theseus. Looking at him like she's searching for some lifeline there. "Credence thinks he's my brother... We both know this cannot be true. I can help you get inside the mausoleum. I want to help you."

You dare to look at Theseus, bracing yourself. He looks genuinely stricken, lips parted, palms open and hanging limp beside him. So little affects him, he's so confident and secure in himself. But there in the clearing, the look on his face...

Before anyone can speak Newt steps forward again.

"I'm so sorry, but we need to get to Credence before Grindelwald. We have to go. Credence is... sensitive. He's afraid. It's best Tina and I go ahead. Leta, Theseus," he turns to the two, who are having some silent conversation with their eyes. It's so private and familiar you have to look away, you want to scream. "You two follow closely behind."

"What about me?" Jacob chimes in with a nervous laugh.

Newt tilts his head and gives Jacob a sympathetic smile.

"Don't worry, my friend. I won't leave you to the wolves. Y/N is a brilliant duelist and a master of all sorts of charms. You two will stay at the very back and wait outside the mausoleum. We can't afford to frighten Credence, and you need to alert us if you see any of Grindelwald's followers coming our way."

You nod numbly. Some roaring white noise fills your ears, anesthetizing the scene in front of you.

"Theseus," you hear Leta say softly. She places a gloved hand on his forearm. "Can I speak with you on the way there?"

"Of course," he responds, graciously, easily. She leads him up ahead.

You keep hoping Theseus will turn to you, even just to look back at you, to reassure, to reconnect now that Leta has been thrust back into the mix between you.

He does not turn back. You stare blankly at the back of his head as it disappears in the blurring snow. He follows Leta into the woods like a man being swept away by magic, following some siren song you can't hear.

'I can't compete with her,' you realize achingly. The truth rings dully in the pit of your stomach, metallically. 'They were engaged. They've been connected since childhood... I'm nothing.'

You try not to wring your hands or shuffle your feet, try not to look like someone left behind, wounded. You blink at the delicate crystals of snow that land on your lashes, hoping that the others don't mistake them for tears.

Newt comes over to you cautiously. He's not one for knowing what to say, but he's perceptive, and kind. Sinking, sinking, you can feel your heart being pulled to your feet and swallowed by the ground.

"Y/N," he begins. "I'm sure... When they were together—but when they separated…" He swallows and starts again. "I’m quite sure my brother’s mind is made up. I know he cares for you too, though I don’t know if he made you any promises-"

“He did not,” your voice sounds acrid, bitter to your ears, petulant, and you hate it. “It’s fine, really.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, it’s okay. He doesn’t owe me anything.” 

'And I don't owe him anything,' you finish in your mind. When really you love him like breathing, need him like water. You're just trying not to let it show.

You want to be nonchalant and unaffected, want to give only what he’ll take. You don’t want to ask for too much. 

You don’t know why loving always takes the form of limitation with you. You withheld your feelings for him for nearly a year. You only ever do what he asks. You turned down jobs and tried your best not to burden him with your feelings, with your past.

Why this mode of loving, why starvation and restraint, when love itself, for you, felt like every door in you burst open at the sight of his face? It was a wild and unwieldy joy, a freeing sort of affection that you felt for him. Now and always. 

You swallow thickly, embarrassed at the speed at which he abandoned you for her. Embarrassed by the way Tina and Newt and Jacob, even, are looking at you.

"Let's go," you say, trying to sound encouraging. Newt and Tina run ahead. You and Jacob walk in silence uphill, trudging through the snow.

----

In the end you don't see any action at all. The mausoleum appeared at Leta's beckoning, a wave of her wand and the stunning glass building, hexagonal, glittered into solidity in front of you. You and Jacob waited outside, as instructed, but through the thick, crystalline glass you could make out that the bodies and artifacts were housed in beautiful stone tombs, scattered in the glass room like giant chess pieces, and you could see what unfolded within.

Leta, Newt, and Tina were talking to Credence. They met him down where he was crouched on the floor, explaining something to him in hushed tones. He was sobbing so softly. And then he was gone, and so was Tina, who left with him.

You feel so utterly mute, so adrift, you're glad that Jacob doesn't speak to you.

Newt is the one who jogs out to you and Jacob. Theseus is still inside talking to Leta, who seems sad in a soft, unperturbed way. He's gazing at her so gently as she speaks. It's the way he looks at small animals, and children, and the people he loves.

Looking at them feels like looking at a photograph, or like looking through the windows at Primrose Hill when you were a child, before you'd outgrown the title of "orphan." You would escape the orphanage to peek into the townhouses, the family homes overlooking Regent's Park. Dining tables and grand pianos, all the lights on. Nothing to hide...

"Y/N," Newt says breathlessly. "We better get going. We beat Grindelwald here, but I don't know by how much."

You cross your arms to help with the cold.

"Okay. Where are we going-"

"Oh, it's probably best if you go back to London. Back to the Ministry. Lay low until you hear from me, or Dumbledore."

You don't know why his goodbye is so cutting. You know that he's not abandoning you too, but it's almost too much.

He purses his lips sympathetically.

"Stay safe, Y/N. Grindelwald is planning something big. But if we act any earlier Grindelwald and the Ministry will be onto us and our efforts will have been in vain."

"I know," you say. "I understand."

You apparate away without another word. You try not to think about the two of them, in the forest clearing, in the glass mausoleum, together in all the years before that, but you allow yourself to wonder when Theseus will notice that you're gone.

----

On Monday you call in sick. You've never called in sick once in your entire time at the Ministry, so your request for a sick day is accepted easily and without complaint.

You sleep the whole day and do not answer the door when you hear the knocks. Knowing who they belong to is agonizing enough. He'd never been to your place before, but you can't imagine that it was difficult for him to procure the address.

You wake from your day of fitful, restless sleeping around 2am. Moonlight streams cold and bright through your chiffon curtains, filling your apartment with blue and silver shadows that you find comforting, beautiful maybe.

When you pad out into your living room, barefoot, you see a letter on the hardwood floor. A creamy envelope that had been slipped under the doorframe, waiting there for you like magic.

You bend down to pick it up and open it. There's nothing on the envelope itself, but you'd know him by handwriting alone, by his breathing, his scent.

Dear Y/N,

I know you're not sick. Because you're never sick. You have the most formidable immune system I've ever come across and I think muggle doctors should study you in a lab for it. But, I confess, that's beside the point...

I know you're cross with me. Please, if I have upset you or, worse, if I've broken your heart, I can assure you it was never my intention. Meaning: if I hurt you it is because I am a fool, and not because you are deserving of any hurt.

Forgive me for my behavior yesterday. I needed to resolve some things, and Leta's arrival was a true shock for me. I behaved poorly to you, but even more unforgivably to Leta, who I left mere weeks before our wedding, confessing my love for another woman. The pain I've caused her haunts me, and I was happy to be absolved of it yesterday evening. Happy to answer her questions and to be forgiven. But I should not have left you there alone. I should not have let go of your hand. I damn myself, because as much as I love you, it seems I've never been able to do it well.

I hope this pitiful explanation and guileless apology will suffice. Come, pretty girl. Come to work tomorrow, I beg you. My whole life is on the floor without you, nothing works, my head's a mess.

Yours,

T

You heart clenches painfully. Your lungs constrict and your hand tightens around the letter. You love him. You want to let it go, what happened between him and Leta, and you and him, in the clearing.

But you can't.

----

Apparently, it's going to be a week of first-times. Because, also for the first time in your career at the Ministry, you are running late.

"Fuck," you hiss to yourself. You hate traveling by Floo Flame, are used to the muggle comforts of walking and the London Underground, but you don't have time.

You dust off the fireplace ash from your shoulders as you walk through the British Ministry.

"Y/N!" you hear. The voice slices through the bustle and noise of the suit-clad workers not with its volume but with its familiarity.

It's him.

'Oh, god. Already?' You'd been hoping to avoid Theseus today. An impossible task, considering he was your boss, but you'd taken on more impossible tasks before. Bigger monsters.

"Y/N, hold on!" Theseus shouts again.

You have to speed up your walking to a near-comical pace to escape his long-legged strides. Hard to do in heels.

You turn your body sideways and push forward through a thicket of office workers with an "Excuse me! So sorry!" to shoulder your way into an empty elevator.

You slump against the back wall, exhaling deeply in relief. No Theseus-encounter after all. You really managed to-

"Aha!" Theseus exclaims, interjecting his overstretched hand just as the elevator doors begin to close. "Perfect. I was just looking for you, Y/N."

You don't respond, but huff in indignation and move aside, making room for him in the small elevator. He presses your floor number, level two, looking far too self-satisfied for someone who just ran across the marble floors of the Ministry of Magic, unrepentantly.

Your heart pounds as the elevator begins to move, you don't know why you can't look at him. Maybe it's because you know, if you did, all would be forgiven. You jolt when he leans forward and pulls the emergency break. The elevator comes to a jerking, screeching halt.

When he looks at you, sidelong, your stomach flips.

"C'mere," he mumbles, and moves to trap your body against the wall.

Your body responds differently than your mouth, arching against the wall, pushing closer to him.

"Ugh, no," you say, mournfully. You want it bad, want him. But you're still angry. It's oddly possessing, the notion that just a kiss from him could save you.

Your words do give him pause, however. He's standing so close to you he basically has you up against the wall, there's no escaping him. His chest heaves, you can feel his breath against your face. You want to press his open mouth to yours, to taste it, open yours to his tongue.

"No?" He echoes dubiously. "Did... did you not get my letter?"

"I got your letter," you retort, feeling flustered. "I found it... insufficient."

He starts forward again, a hand cups your ass. You slap it away.

"Keep your hands to yourself!" You snap, trying to infuse as much venom into your voice as possible.

"I can't," he groans.

"Try harder."

"I am rational and measured about all things in life, except for this, for you."

"Try harder," you say again, more forcefully, ignoring him.

"Hmm," he hums, considering. You don't move this time when his hand traces your thigh through the material of your skirt, you just stare, mesmerized. Your skin breaks out in chills. His fingertips move in lazy, dancing circles.

His hands, his fucking hands. They're so big. Long, elegant fingers with large knuckles. The veins there, the fact that you know what his fingers feel like inside of you...

Theseus follows your gaze with his eyes and scoffs, but not unkindly.

"You want my fingers inside of you, baby?"

He doesn't wait, and when you don't protest he doesn't stop. His hands slide under your skirt, one of his thumbs is pressing firmly against your clit through the lacy material of your underwear. He applies such a steady, unmoving pressure, staring into your eyes relentlessly and leaning his thumb harder and harder into that one spot until you squirm back against the wall with a ragged moan, breaking his burning gaze, not sure if you're more desperate to escape the sensation or to keep feeling it, over and over again.

"Theseus," his name sounds filthy out of your mouth, heady as a moan, though you're actually trying to tell him something. "Really, I just-"

The elevator lurches forward again, shuddering in place for a few moments before resuming its path with a piercing screech. You tumble into Theseus, losing your balance, and he catches you with both his arms.

"What did-"

"I don't know," he says, helping you right yourself, looking over his shoulder at the doors.

The elevator stops at level six, the Department of Magical Transportation. Your face is still flushed red and tingling with heat when the ornamental brass doors slide open and the two of you are greeted by a curious, gawking group of wizards that includes the department head, Mr. Silas Elodius.

"Oh, heavens! Mr. Scamander, it's you," Silas Elodius is a unfailingly happy, plump man. "We were wondering what must've happened! It seemed the two of you got stuck. Well, all sorted now!" He laughs heartily. "Trust our department to get you moving again."

Theseus returns the laugh, a little less enthusiastically. The both of you move against the back wall of the elevator to allow the large group to shuffle in.

"Excuse us, we're headed to level three," Silas smiles wildly, toothily. He tends to talk through his smiling, which makes his next admission all the more horrific. "Terrible accident involving a misplaced potion bottle on the Knight Bus! Boom! Limbs lost. Really nasty business."

"Erm," Theseus seems shaken, at a loss of how to respond, which is uncommon for him. "We'll be level two."

"Right, of course!" Mr. Elodius motions impatiently for one of his several colleagues to press the button. With the combined weight of everyone there, the elevator moves slowly, dragging sluggishly upwards through space. Thankfully, the group does not turn back to you or Theseus, preoccupied with their own small conversations.

Your heart is still thumping pitifully, your pussy still throbbing and aching around nothing, craving his fingers, stuffed inside. You're wet, and there is no relief in sight. But you still want, need, to be mad at him.

"Y/N," Theseus is leaning in, speaking so low that only you can hear him. The sound of your name in his mouth, it's a purr, a plea.

You shudder. "Theseus, please don't."

"If this were my office," he whispers. His hand returns to the front of your skirt, slips beneath the hemline and nudges your underwear aside, slides up, embarrassingly easily, between your slick folds. You lean back against the wall in silent prayer, for him. You're frozen, incapable of moving, incapable of telling him to stop.

"If this were my office," he continues, voice thick and ragged. His finger moves leisurely, pumping in and out, driving you crazy. "I'd have you on my desk with your legs up. And I'd lick you until you cried. I bet you're such a pretty crier. I wanna make you come on my mouth, my tongue."

It takes everything in you to remain quiet, to remain still. Just as you begin to lose yourself in the feeling, your head going pleasantly fuzzy, the elevator dings and he retracts his hand, smoothly, unfussily.

He looks so unaffected, leaning back against the wall. It's you who has to bow your head to avoid Mr. Elodius's eyeline. Your knees tremble.

"Well, this is us! Best of luck, Scamander." Mr. Elodius waits for his people to file out of the elevator before departing.

Theseus salutes him with two fingers, in a charmingly youthful way.

When the doors close again you've recovered more of yourself, your wits.

"Where were we?" He corners you again, kissing the side of your neck.

"I'm mad at you, Theseus." You don't stop him from kissing your neck, but you grip his wrist, haltingly hard, when it starts to reach under your skirt again.

"Mm," he hums against your throat, noting the way you expose more of it, craning it for his access. "No, you're not."

With a nip of his teeth, he extracts a whine and a tremor down your legs. You imagine his hands, his beautiful big hands, coming around your throat, squeezing, applying pressure there until you go light-headed. You want to be choked by him. You want to get down on your knees in this elevator and unbuckle his belt and take him into your mouth until he's the one who is needy and whining, wanting it bad, moaning and praising you, calling you a good girl.

The elevator dings for the final time and you have to physically push him off of you. He falls back without a fight.

"Our floor," you say, trying to make your expression into something like a glare. You're not very good at resenting him.

For a moment you're not sure what he's going to do to you. It's scandalizing and rousing, the idea that he might grab you, touch you anyway. The look in his eyes is black and beyond hungry, sapped of all restraint. He gulps and clenches his jaw. Blinks at last.

Ever the gentleman.

"Of course, after you," Theseus says. He motions for you to walk ahead of him.

You stomp off to your shared office, trying pathetically to fix your skirt and your hair and any other part of you that looks disheveled.

When he comes into his office behind you and closes the door, latching the lock, he looks equally undone. Vulnerable almost. It's not only that he needs you, which he does, but that he wants to make it okay and doesn't know how.

"Y/N," he makes a vague, defenseless gesture, throwing up his arms weakly, and sighs. "I don't.... How can I make it right? How can I make it up to you?"

It's a cheerless, pitiful noise, your responding laugh.

"Don't worry, Theseus. I got your letter. And besides, I manage my hopes quite well on my own."

"I wish you wouldn't. Don't."

You scoff.

"No, it's my fault for hoping for more from you. You're asking me to, what, put my faith in the world?" You know your tone is sharper than intended, and your expression is that of a burned woman, hardened and jaded.

But he doesn't hold it against you. You try not to flinch away when he steps forward and brings a hand up to your face, to your cheek.

"No, I'm asking you to put your faith in me."

You could cry at this tenderness he's affording you.

"I just," you gently place your hand over his and lower it from your face. "I just can't believe that you don't feel anything for her. I can't shake the way I felt watching you leave me, without a second glance."

Your voice breaks on the last word. You're admitting more than you bargained for. Admitting that this is the way you've felt your entire life. The orphanage, your parents, every adult who promised to help you, to save you, and didn't. It was too familiar of a pain for it to hurt as badly as it did, being left behind.

"Leta, she... I don't know what you mean," he says, shaking his head.

“Theseus, I'm not stupid! I saw the way you went after her! The way you left me behind, it was like I ceased to exist. You obviously still have feelings for her—"

“I have feelings for you!" He raises his voice in frustration, and it startles you. "She’s the one I left behind, for you.” 

You feel so worked up, so overheated. You don't want to be fighting with him, not now, not ever.

"I-I don't believe you-"

"Y/N, you are essentially calling me a liar right now. I don't know what else I can say to make you believe it, you act as if I took off with her and kissed her-"

"You didn't have to! You already have been for the last two years, Theseus!" Your hands are wavering, your bottom lip too. "I don't believe you because, if it's true what you told me, about you leaving her for me, why didn't you act in the months after?! You proposed to Leta mere months after dating, but for the months you were single you didn't try to-"

"I was your boss, Y/N! I was trying to be a good man, a good friend!" He rakes a hand through his hair roughly.

"So I'm just supposed to believe that you left your fiancée to live a life as my friend? To continue working with me like-"

“I apologize if that’s too difficult for you to believe, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s true.” His tone is brusque, almost business-like.

It's like a shot to the heart. His lack of understanding, lack of seeing.

“Too difficult for me to believe? Me?!” You’ve never raised your voice at him like this, every word is straining out of you, painfully. Any semblance of control you had is unspooling, rapidly. “Theseus, my second month here I was offered a position as an Auror, my dream job, what I’d worked so hard for at school, and I turned it down to keep being your assistant! I turned it down to keep living a life in your shadow. I thought that if I could make myself smaller for you I could-"

You can’t continue, the tears rise up in a saltwater tide in your lungs. You turn your head away, quick, so he doesn’t see your face break.

"Y/N," he says, gentle, broken. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I had no idea."

"Maybe you didn't want to know. I... I know you desire me, Theseus. I'm sorry, at one point I thought I could just sleep with you, and I wouldn't need anything more, but.... Oh, god, I'm sorry."

You rub at your eyes aggressively, even as the tears continue to fall, in a self-conscious and fruitless display.

He looks so lost, looks like he very badly wants to comfort you, to hug you, but no longer knows if he's allowed to.

"Y/N, I can recommend you for promotion, I can-"

"It's fine, Theseus. I made my decision and I've lived with it. There are no open positions right now anyway, the post was filled."

It's silent for long enough that the quiet no longer hangs there like an awful, third body between you. You regain your composure, the tears pass and give way to a hollow feeling.

"Y/N," Theseus speaks at last. He's standing across his office still, but the look in his eyes is so full of longing and yearning, he could've been across a train platform, a crowded room, a continent. "I have not been doing this right. I should've asked you to be my girlfriend a long time ago, I know. For that I am ashamed. But..."

He licks his lips and inhales sharply, trying to find the words.

"Y/N, please don't accuse me of lusting after you. What I feel for you is nothing so shallow as lust. Yes, I want to be inside you all the time, but that's because being close to you, this," he steps forward and places a cold hand against your chest demonstratively, below your neck, skin to skin, "This isn't close enough."

You look up into his seaglass eyes, your heart in tatters. Him, it's always been him.

"I miss you when I'm with you," he says. "I love you, I've told you before and I'll tell you again and again, but it's up to you to believe it, sweetheart."

When you still don't say anything, can't find the words, he looks crestfallen, closes his eyes.

"What do you want?" he asks you, opening them.

And you can't answer. To love him freely? To feel held and chosen by him? To live your dreams and relinquish your past without shame or grief or hesitation? Before you begin to say anything at all, the words building and budding at the back of your throat like a flower about to bloom, a knock sounds at the door.

Theseus closes his eyes and sighs, pained.

"Theseus-"

"I have to go," he says tersely. "I've been gone with my brother for too long. The department heads have called me in for questioning. I don't know when I'll be out."

You nod, swallowing.

He looks at your face, a look of determination settling on his.

"I promise to make it right."

----

It's past closing time and Theseus still has not returned from the depths of whatever secret, dim-lit corner of the Ministry they took him to for questioning. All day you've spent heartlessly filling out paperwork, finishing up your research assignments, stewing in anxiety.

Please, keep him safe. You think to no one in particular. Please.

You reluctantly leave the office, hoping to find him in the Atrium. You sit there glumly at the edge of the fountain, shooting periodic glances towards the elevators and the staircases, hoping to see him emerging from the Department of Mysteries, maybe, or the Courtrooms. Even the paper missives, usually magicked into airplane and bird shapes, have stopped flying overhead in the Atrium. The Ministry is emptying out, there's hardly any foot traffic at all.

You feel as though you handled everything, your insecurities and emotions, so artlessly, so recklessly in your last conversation. You are aching to make it better.

Eventually, you walk back to level two in a daze, pushing through the heavy oak door to the Aurors Offices with all the attention of a sleepwalker, your mind elsewhere.

You nearly trip on the house elf in front of the door when you stumble into Theseus's office. The elf grumbles in discontent.

House elves? Your shared office is hardly recognizable. Half-cleaned out, three Ministry house elves are busy at work, boxing and taping and scrubbing the furniture and shelves clean. Your stomach lurches.

Theseus. Where are all his things? Was he found out? Arrested?

Your voice sounds like a stranger's to your ears, so transformed by sheer panic.

"Hello, excuse me!" You say to one of the house elves. He looks over in open disdain, though you can't blame him, seeing as you almost crushed him just now. "Hi, yes, what is going on? What are you doing with Mr. Scamander's things? I'm his assistant."

"Mr. Scamander," the elf drawls, setting aside his mop bucket with a melodramatic thunk and splash. "No longer works here."

The elf tries to turn back to his work when you lunge forward and grasp him by the shoulder. He looks at your hand on him in abject shock.

"Please!" You beg, falling to your knees to better convince the house elf. "I need to know what's happened to him, it's important."

"Nothing has happened to him, miss. He turned in his letter of resignation an hour or so ago!" The elf shakes you off of him, none too gently.

He gestures rudely to the two, untouched pieces of paper laid out on the desk. Everything else has been cleared.

You snatch up the nearest page with a shaking hand, eyes racing over the words.

It's from the heads of your department, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and it confirms what the elf told you. Theseus gave up his position and designated you as the one he desired to fill the post. The Aurorship is yours.

The letter requested that you complete a trial period of one month, as it was unheard of for a witch with no Auror experience to take up the Head Auror post. But they were amenable if the trial period went well. These were dark days, recruits were scarce and few other Aurors were jumping to fill the position. Your confirmation meeting with the department heads was to be after work, at 7pm.

It's nearly that time now.

You blink at the words on the page, astounded and a bit shell-shocked.

You're hardly thinking at all when you pick up the second letter, hands moving with an automaton, detached fluidity.

Dearest Y/N,

The questioning did not go well. I had to act quickly, darling. I was thinking only of you.

Take the Head Auror position and be safe and happy forever. Blamelessly, and knowing you are loved.

Or, meet me at King's Cross Station tonight, at 7:15pm. If you'll have me, if you love me. I'm joining the fight against Grindelwald, for good. I'm meeting my brother and the others at Hogsmeade.

I am horrified that you ever put me over your dreams, and that I gave you so little in return for it. If I could turn back time, I would've done it all differently. I would've made you mine.

My love, you couldn't answer me when I asked you what you wanted today, so I wanted to give you this choice now.

It did not make much sense for me to stay at the Ministry. They were suspicious of me from the start, war hero or not, because of my relation to Newt. You could do wonderful things, have so much more influence than I could. There were no other open Auror positions for you to take but mine, but I can give you this one part of my life, easily. God knows I'd give you the rest if you asked.

I cannot promise your safety, or your happiness, but I can promise to love you, as I do now, as I always have, no matter what you decide. My heart is yours alone. All you have to do is reach out and take it.

Yours,

Theseus

Reading the words on the page, feeling your own breath suck in and whoosh out of your lungs, hearing it, it's all so surreal.

Your heart flutters meekly, wounded at either prospect. But you want to choose yourself. Who has ever chosen you? You need to be on your own side this time.

You glance at the clock and curse. You shouldn't have spent so much time waiting in the Atrium, floating about the Ministry.

"I can't go, I won't go," you decide. "It's too late anyway."

Who knew if you'd even be able to have a real relationship with him? Even if you believed his love for you, and that he was over Leta, and somehow overcame the horrors and traumas of your life that you hadn't begun to confront... who knew if it would work? That would be its own, new, excruciating pain, having loved and it still not being enough...

"I'm staying," you think to yourself. "I am. He doesn't know what he's asking of me, he doesn't really know me at all. I'm staying. I'm taking the position."

At first you thought the words to convince yourself, reaffirm and reinforce. But they don't sound as improbable as you thought. This happiness doesn't sound too good to be true, it sounds as if it could belong to you after all.

You sigh, trembling, and begin to go through the empty drawers of Theseus's old desk, imagining your life, or trying to.

You reach for the bottommost drawer, pulling it open.

The sight of the worn little clothbound book snags your vision like a thorn. You pull it out in a trancelike state and read the title: Garden Parting by P. M. Kipling. The memory rises without you even having to reach for it, like a face in water.

-----

One Year Ago

It was only your fourth week at the office. This bloody idiot named Henry Ludgate somehow came to the insane conclusion that if he talked to you enough, or talked at you, more fittingly, you would like him back. So every one of your lunch breaks, without fail, he'd come searching for you in the Atrium to talk your ear off about nothing at all.

At the present moment, he was trying to strike up a conversation about women's shoewear, a hard topic for even far better conversationalists.

"I actually do like flat shoes, or 'flats,' are they? But I only like the ones with a bit of heel, all the other types of flats are terribly unattractive I think."

You were dimly aware of your boss, Theseus Scamander, watching this all unfold with a lackadaisical amusement. He was leaning against a newsstand of The Daily Prophet pretending to read it, but really you knew his sly smile at the front page was for you.

"So, not flats?"

"Sorry?" Henry always jumped at the excuse of poor hearing to lean uncomfortably close to you.

You rolled your eyes, not caring if Henry saw or not.

"If the flats you say you like have heels, doesn't that make them not 'flat shoes'?" You asked curtly.

Henry stared at you dumbly. "Oh, right. So it's 'heels' I like then."

You flicked your gaze up to his, irritably.

"So how many pairs do you own, then?"

You thought you saw a rustle of paper in the corner of your vision--undoubtedly Theseus was choking back some fit of laughter.

Henry attempted to clear his throat but only seemed to choke, rubbing a half-fist on his chest touchily.

"What?! Pardon me, not for myself!" He was veritably red in the face, not pink or any subtle, healthy flush, but bright red. "I-I meant I like heels on women, on you."

You could barely tamp down your frustration. This was supposed to be a restful lunch break, a good hour of no-work, and yet you seemed to enjoy your actual work more than this (for many reasons, the first reason beginning with the letter T and the last reason being the way the first reason smiled at you whenever you said something bright, or funny, or kind. He had a smile like light cracking open the sky at dawn, it so completely transformed the rest of his face, always reaching his eyes).

"Henry," you sighed, indulgently, maybe a bit patronizingly. "As much as I am grateful for your... fashion tips, and your riveting conversation, I really do prefer to read on my lunch breaks. I'll have to excuse myself."

You turned on your heel before he could protest, finding another secluded corner of the Atrium by the fountain. You pulled out the book, Garden Parting, as more of a prop, or a shield, or a comfort object, like a teddy bear. You had no intention of reading it right now. Not when...

Just as you suspected. You saw the shadow come over your shoulder, the shape of his figure, his hands in his pockets. Even that, his outline or shadow, stirred up some feeling you couldn't name in your chest, in the cavity there, next to your heart.

"Mr. Scamander," you sighed. "I really don't understand what sort of sadistic pleasure you gain from watching Ludgate torture me with mind-numbingly boring conversation."

You said this without turning, already smiling. Theseus sat down beside you, gingerly, beaming.

"It's entertaining," he said. The deep rumble of his voice was pleasant. "The way you eviscerate him. It's my favorite part."

There was something so attractive about the tilt of his eyes, hooded, and the curl of his hair, a strand falling loose over his forehead. He brought his bottom lip under his teeth, bit down and squinted at you.

"Do you really prefer to read on your breaks, Y/N?"

You scoffed, mock-offended.

"Yes! Do you really read The Daily Prophet on yours?"

"No, not at all," he admitted, shamelessly and with a boyish smile. "What are you reading?"

You suddenly felt self-conscious. You almost didn't want to show him. Your book was soft and worn, the cloth corners frayed, the text on the front half chipped off.

Against your instinct and your nature, you found yourself reluctantly handing him the book. Your mortification increased tenfold when he didn't take it from your extended hand, he only stared at it unreadably.

"What-" you began.

"Wait," Theseus turned to his suitcase, set it down on the tiled floor beside the fountain and clicked open the latches. "Garden Parting by P.M. Kipling, right?"

He was speaking so excitedly, shuffling around in his suitcase.

'No way,' you thought, and then, because you couldn't help it:

"Oh, you're kidding," you gasped. "No, Theseus! You're kidding. I swore I was the only person in London with a copy."

Theseus pulled it out at last, victorious. A sleek hardcover, newer than yours, but creased from frequent reading.

"Oh, Theseus!" You brought your hands up to your mouth. You were always worried your emotions, especially excitement, would make it harder to be taken seriously at work. You endeavored to dampen and mute them, but you could not hide your girlish elation at this inexplicable commonality between the two of you.

He smiled at your reaction, a slow, warm smile.

"Who knew you had a secret affinity for muggle literature?" You tried to make your tone teasing and demeaning but couldn't commit to it, you were too surprised by the force of your own joy.

"My roommate at Hogwarts was muggleborn. He gave it to me."

"You carry it with you too?" You asked, still in disbelief.

"Everywhere!" It was a breathy admission, half a laugh, earnest. "I like to reread certain parts. It doesn't get old." He was smiling so big it was almost heart-wrenching, you did not think he had ever looked at you like that, eyes blazing with naked enthusiasm. Looking at you like you were holding some key, to what you didn't know.

"No one seems to know about it," he continued with a shrug. "I've been waiting for someone to talk with about this book since I was sixteen."

"Oh," you kept saying. You wondered if he thought you sounded stupid for it, or if he thought it was endearing. "There's this one part I think about almost every day. In the purple glass house, with the broken arm used to-"

"-To praise God and 'be done with it'?" He finished for you.

Then miraculously, he flipped his copy open, paper fluttering, to a sole, underlined paragraph. The very same.

"It's like we're speaking the same language," He whispered with an incredulous laugh, but his eyes were reverent.

You flashed him a smile, one that was glowing and real. You were holding his copy of the book between you now, like children with a shared toy, or like lovers reading a roadmap.

"What language? English?" You asked sarcastically, making a funny face.

But you had known what Theseus meant. What wavelength of sense that you two, alone, could access. How the world spoke to you both in the same ways, through the same channels of meaning.

Garden Parting was the only object you had from your deceased parents, the only thing that survived your childhood. It was a children's chapter book that your father used to read to you, quite a grim piece of magical realism about a lot of things, but mostly about a girl condemned to go back to her burning house and stay there, inside, until the flames went out. There's no question that it will be swallowed whole, that she will burn to death in the place she was born.

When Theseus spoke again his eyes were shining, perceptively.

"Is that you then?" His voice was subdued, made gentle, intentionally. His eyes looked strangely dark inside the black stone interior of the Ministry, blue like river slate, dim like rain. "The main character, that's you?"

It was the most you'd ever revealed. It was a single, quiet word.

"Yes," you said.

Theseus placed a hand on your forearm. You didn't dare move, react, for fear he would stop touching you. A bird on your windowsill.

"I'll be the great owl then," he said. "The one that takes her away at the end.... Or Reggie, the one that's her friend. Whatever you want."

You laughed, bleakly. You felt pressured to speak, nonsense, anything to cover up how much his words meant to you.

"Really," you said. "It's my favorite book, but sometimes I can hardly get through it, there's so much pain in her life. I get so anxious..."

"Here," Theseus plucked a ribbon from his suitcase and flipped open your copy of the book. He placed the ribbon strategically towards the back, surgically almost, his long fingers lining it up with the interior spine, right in the scene where the owl takes the girl away and there's happiness set aside for her in life, after all.

"I'll mark it with this," he said. Neither of you were looking at each other anymore, the moment was too intimate to bear. But you were both thinking of each other, talking to each other. "So you can remember how it ends."

-----

The memory of that day by the fountain is so unexpected that it is the first time you're remembering it at all.

'Maybe he does know me after all, does see me.'

The thought is a shattering one.

'Oh, god.'

You check the time. It's 6:50pm. You pull on your coat and snatch your purse off the desk. If you leave now, right now, you can intercept him.

Theseus has to know you're coming. Even if you don't make it onto the train, he has to see your face on the platform, through the window, even. He has to know that you're choosing him.

You apparate as far as you're able and begin to run towards the station the rest of the way.

You're coming for him, each pounding step you're coming, heart soaring, this is that freeing love that grows and grows and stretches out into space like air. And you're going to tell him everything, every wish and every nightmare, you're going to--

A hand shoots out and pulls you backward by the neck. The grip is so hard that you taste blood, everywhere, in your mouth.

You yelp but the sound is lost as you are torn through the air, choking through space. Being forcibly apparated always feels like choking, like being pushed down a flight of stairs repeatedly. You can't catch your breath or your footing, you don't know where you're being taken.

Dark material whooshes and cuts around you. You hardly feel a thing.

Could someone at the Ministry have seen the letters left on your desk? Read them? Were you and Theseus positively identified at the gala in Berlin, or maybe outside the mausoleum? Before you've even arrived at your captor's destination, your mind whirls helplessly, to Grindelwald, to the situation at hand, and then, finally, to Theseus, who is waiting at Platform 9 3/4 for a girl who will never arrive, for a girl he will assume is telling him "no."

It happened so fast you didn't even have the time to turn around, to touch your wand. You were apparated away, stolen into thin air, before you could even set foot inside the station.

---

part four here

authors note: yeah i did watch the last letter from you lover on netflix and YEAH it did inspire this fic and rewire my brain at the same time. SORRY this fic ended on a cliffhanger and was so long!! we just had a LOT of ground to cover, but the subsequent parts should be back to the normal length!!

i like writing a mix of smut and romance plot but let me know if you prefer one to the other (also garden parting isn't a real book if that wasn't obvious) OK BYYEEE love you thanks so much for all the replies and feedback :))

also i have yet to read through this for typos so maybe! come back in a day or so for the final version?

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✭・. IF ONLY YOU WERE MINE.

Theseus Scamander x reader

Summary : Theseus doesn't really like you and his brother being close. he doesn't want to admit it, but he's jealous of your bond. so rather than confessing his feelings to you, he decides to make you pay for it.

Warnings : jealousy, language, some angst but fluff at the end.

"i beg you y/n, come with me to this dinner."

the girl growled. "newt, you're a big boy, i think you can handle a family dinner."

"no no no, you don't understand, you're the only person who understands my passion, my family has no interest in it. please."

again she growled in frustration."okay, but please get out of my office before your brother comes here for lunch, I don't want him to get the wrong idea."

newt smiled shyly. "because you don't want him to think that something is going on between us, so you will still have every chance with him."

“i think I will reconsider my decision.”

"okay, okay, i'm leaving, see you tonight."

.

ten minutes later there was a knock on the door of Y/n's office.

"come in."

"hello darling."

you couldn't help but feel your cheeks turning red. "hello thésé, please sit down, i'll finish my file and i'm yours."

théséus let his eyes slide along your body, the dress you wore was slightly open at the front, leaving the top of your breasts visible, he licked his lower lip while thinking "if only you were mine".

"so i saw my brother coming out of your office, what did he wanted ?"

he didn't want to ask in a harsh way, but his jealousy got the better of him.

you frowned, clearly surprised by his tone. "he invited me to your family dinner tonight and-"

"why did he invited you ?" once again, his jealousy prevailed.

"excuse me ? he asked me to accompany him as a friend."

theseus sneered "newt has no friends."

again, he didn't mean to be mean but his emotions controlled him in the moment.

"what's got into you ? you're talking about your brother, he's an exceptional person with a big heart and—"

"are you sleeping with him ?"

"what the — get out of my office ! "

theseus clutched the stitch to contain himself. "very well." then without the slightest glance for you, he left the room.

.

the day passed slowly and with difficulty, you couldn't help thinking about these’s behavior. why did he say those horrible things ? one thing is certain, you were not going to stop there, and tonight, you will hold him to account.

unfortunately, what you didn't know was that by not answering these’s last question, he had to draw a conclusion, newt and you were together. that's why a few hours after your argument, he went to find leta and asked her to accompany him to the family dinner. one thing was sure, an emotional evening was waiting for you.

.

It was 7 p.m. sharp when newt rang your doorbell. when you opened the door to him, he greeted you with his usual shy smile and a rose.

"good evening y/n you are resplendent."

"thank you, you are very elegant too."

and with that, he offered you his arm which you accepted and side by side you set off for the family home.

.

"y/n my dear, how happy i am to see you !" mrs. scamander greeted you with a warm hug.

"it's a pleasure to see you too."

once newt's parents greeted you, you walked into the dining room where the dinner was being held, and stopped in your tracks when you saw theseus sitting next to leta. what was she doing here ? were they together ? newt, who had just seen them, turned to you to analyze your reaction, he was worried about you, but you gave him a reassuring smile and decided to sit down in front of leta, you didn't want to meet these’s gaze.

"hello leta."

"good evening y/n i'm glad to see you." it was obvious that she did not know what she was doing here. never before had she been invited to the scamanders, but when theseus had asked her, she had not been able to say no to her friend, exactly as you.

the hosts of the evening settled down and the meal began. what a fucking night you thought.

the longer the evening passed, the more you wanted to run away. between the inappropriate comments of newt's uncle, the fact that his parents are hardly interested in him and the looks that theses gave you, you didn't know where to stand.

"we are so proud of you theseus, you have a great career."

you looked at newt who lowered his head, a feeling of sadness invaded you as well as anger towards his parents. mr and mrs scamander were lovely, but for them, newt's job wasn't good enough. you then took his hand and squeezed it lightly to comfort him. seen from the outside, this gesture meant nothing more than friendship, but for these it was a declaration of war. how could his little brother, the person to whom he confided his feelings for you, do such a thing to him ? and how could you, the woman he's loved for years let him down. he then did the only thing that could make you react, he turned to leta, took her face in his hands and kissed her.

your world stopped spinning for a split second, but for you it felt like it had gone on for hours, the man you had been in love with since your first year at hogwarts was standing in front of you, kissing one other, the worst was that once the kiss was over, a kiss that leta did not return, théseus turned to you and smirked at you. a silence fell over the room, a dead silence that suffocated you. you felt the tears welling up, so you cleared your throat and said "please excuse me, but i need to get some fresh air."

.

once outside, and once assured that no one could hear you, you let the tears come out. it's was as if someone had stuck a dagger in your heart, your head was spinning, your heart was beating hard, you tried to comfort yourself as much as you could by embracing yourself with your arms, but your body kept convulsing with every tear that came out.

"y/n."

you wiped away the last tears with the back of your hand and turned to the person who had just entered the garden.

"leta, congratulations, i'm sure you'll be happy with–"

"i don't like him, at least not like that, he's my friend, that's why I agreed to come here, but that's all. i want you to know that i'm sorry. but i think he loves you and that's why—"

"leta, please stop. he doesn't love me. a person who's supposed to love you doesn't hurt you like that. i love him, i’ve been in love with him for years, but from what i've seen, it's not reciprocated."

the brunette approached you and hugged you.

"i know how dumb he is sometimes, but believe me when i tell you he loves you, that's why he acts so stupid."

"but he hurt me leta, it hurts so much."

"i know, but try to talk to him."

"not tonight, all i want is to go back to bed."

she nodded and went to get newt to bring you home. back home and after newt told you a thousand times how sorry he was and how he was going to kill his brother as soon as he sees him, you washed and got into bed, you fell asleep after crying for a few more hours.

the day at work tomorrow will be complicated.

.

the next day you woke up with a headache, probably due to the fact that you cried most of the night and during your sleep. it took you a while to get up, a time during which you decided whether to go to work or run away. but you weren't a coward and it was out of the question for theseus to ruin your work.

once your breakfast swallow and change you set off.

when you arrived at the office, a small box was placed on top of the desk, as well as a letter.

"y/n here is a box of your favorite chocolates, if some are missing it's probably because of teddy. with all my sympathy. "

— newt.

you laughed lightly and got to work. you were immersed in your work when there was a knock on the door.

"come in."

"y/n..."

you lifted your head sharply recognizing the voice.

"what are you doing here theseus ?"

the fact that you used his full name hurt him because he knew how much he had hurt you and that it would be difficult to get you back.

"can we talk ?"

"no, now, please get out of my office, i have a lot of work and—"

"i was jealous."

"what ?"

"i was, no, i still am. i’m still jealous, i don't know how long you and newt have been together but—"

you growled when you got up, exasperate. "newt and i are just friends, how many times do i have to tell you ? plus he's in love with tina, and. arghh. why am i justifying myself to you ! i don't even know why i'm talking to you, you hurt me last night theseus, and you want to know why ?" that's it, the machine was launched, everything you held back from telling him was about to come out. "because i’ve been in love with you since our first year at hogwarts, and for all those years my love for you has only grown. a love that hurt me every time you talked about another woman, every time you looked at another. but last night, last night this love made me suffer like never before, and i'm tired, tired of waiting for you to finally deign to see me, when i know very well that you will never see me. on this, excuse me but i have files to return."

it was a pretext, but you couldn't wait for him to answer you. as you hurried through the main hall, these ran after you, calling out to you. "y/n." no. "y/n stop." no. "Y/N Y/L/N STOP IMMEDIATELY, IT'S AN ORDER. "

for the first time, theseus scamander had yelled at you, right in the middle of the hallway, a hallway full of colleagues who had stopped and watched you.

"don't. give. me. ord–"

"shut up and listen to me. i love you, i love you more than anything. i've loved you since the first day i saw you in the third cabin of the hogwarts express. i kept on loving you more and more every day. the women i've dated were there to get you out of my head, but despite that you haunt my thoughts, do you have any idea what you're doing to me ? i could die for you, and i'm sorry that i hurt you, i could never forgive myself, but damn it, having you by my side and not being able to call you mine is the hardest thing to live."

for the second time in two days, your world stopped, but this time, the man you love had just opened his heart to you and in front of everyone, you knew what you had to do.

you took a safe step towards him, took him by his jacket and kissed him like you had always wanted to. he didn't have to be asked to return your kiss, his hands were wandering all over you, and when you ran out of air you stopped and whispered to him.

"i love you." he smiled at you and ran his thumb over your lips. "i love you even more."

then to the cheers of your colleagues, you kissed each other a second time.

#theseus scamander #theseus scamander x reader #theseus scamander x you #fantastic beasts #newt scamander

[its-vannah]

Mrs. Scamander - Theseus x Reader

A/N: I think this just topped "I Do" as my favorite fic I've ever written. I took creative liberty with Theseus' mum, which I think added a bit of humor <3

Word Count: 1,556

Warnings: Fluff (?), overbearing mothers

"Does everyone know why we're gathered here today?" Mrs. Scamander asked, her ankles crossing over one another as she nursed a cup of tea in the palm of her hand, bringing it to her lips.

Theseus nodded, running a hand through his dark brown hair, "Because Newt-"

"No, not because of Newt. It's about you." She said with a sigh, watching as her oldest son's brows creased.

"What in the bloody hell have I done?" He asked, shock spread across his face.

"Watch your mouth, Theseus." She warned, "Theseus, it's come to my attention that since becoming Head Auror, something I'm very proud of you for, that you've been… lacking in other areas."

He groaned, "Mum, please…"

Newt stirred beside his brother, trying to keep Teddy from rumaging in between the couch cussions looking for spare change. Once he wrangled the niffler into the crook of his arm, awkwardly smiling up at his mother.

She cleared her throat, "Theseus, if you look around this room, you'll find that you're surrounded by the people who care about you most."

He surveyed the room and took in the cold hearted truth of it: He really only let three people close to him, and even then, "close" was an iffy term.

Before him, his mother sat in her quilted settee, a look of worry on her face as she looked her son up and down. There were bags under his eyes, his hair was disheveled, and his tie was loosened around his neck. Theseus had barely slept the night before, or any night this past month, really.

To his right, Newt sat holding Teddy, more preoccupied with wrangling the niffler than trying to help with his brother's intervension. And to his left, you were perched on the arm of the couch, the tea in your hands untouched. If it had been anyone else, he would have questioned why they were a part of a family matter. But you had practically grown up with he and Newt, so it went without questioning.

"Mum, it's a big responsibility. I'm tired, that's all." Theseus said, giving her a weak smile.

"Being "just tired" may work when you don't get a lot of sleep at night, but you're far beyond that point," Mrs. Scamander shook her head, "Is it true that you've been falling asleep in the office?"

His eyes widened, "How'd you find out about that one? Who told you?"

The room went silent, his mother sipped her tea, and all eyes fell on you.

"Y/N!" Theseus exclaimed, "It was one time!"

"One time this week, Thes. And it's only Monday. Last week it was eight. Trust me, I counted." You frowned, setting your teacup on the sidetable, "I only told her because I care about her. And I know you wouldn't listen to me if I told you to get some more rest."

He huffed, crossing her arms, refusing to look in her direction.

"Theseus, stop acting like a child. We all know it's true." His mother sighed, waving her wand to refill her tea.

"And I suppose Newt told you something, too? How I've been adding more and more sugar to my tea to keep myself awake?"

He regretted saying it as soon as the words left his mouth.

"You've what? Theseus, that's not at all good for your health and you know it!" Mrs. Scamander scolded, "No, Newt told me about the incident at Hogwarts. You were left in, for lack of better words, a prison… hanging upside down? Is that correct?"

"Newt got me out of there just fine, mum." Theseus grumbled, slumping back into the couch. He flinched when he felt something move behind his back, watching as you slid your hand out of the way. He had almost forgotten that you had been rubbing small circles in his back for the past fifteen minutes in an effort to be supportive.

"Watch your tone, Theseus." His mother warned, "Look, I know things have been difficult, especially this past few years. With your promotion, losing Leta, getting back on the right track with your brother… But it's time to make better decisions, starting with your lack of sleep."

Theseus shook his head, "Mum, I'm a grown man. I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions."

She raised a brow and he immediately appologized, accepting his defeat, "I'll get more sleep."

"Continue."

"I promise." He finished.

"Now that that's out of the way, it's about time you settled down!" Mrs. Scamander explained, "I'm not getting any younger, Theseus, I'm in desperate need of a grandchild! Why, just across the street, the Wollenstones are expecting not one, but two grandchildren this spring! Come on, Theseus!"

"Why are you only asking me for grandchildren? Newt's here, too!" Theseus argued, but one look at Newt and he remembered why he hadn't settled down yet.

Mrs. Scamander rolled her eyes, "Newt already has someone on his mind, Theseus. The point is, you don't."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because I know my son."

Her words stung, but they were true. Between trying to rein his brother in and catch up to Grindlewald, he hadn't had much time to think about settling down with someone.

"I think it's best if I go. I have a lot of wo- resting- I need to do." Theseus swallowed the bile that rose in his throat, rising from his spot on the sofa.

"Aren't you going to stay for dinner? I made your favorite for dessert. Treacle Tarts." She frowned, waving her hand through the air to mimic the shape of the tart.

But Theseus continued walking, calling out that "that's Newt's favorite" over his shoulder.

Mrs. Scamander was about to follow after him, but you held out a hand, "Let me go, see if I can diffuse the tension."

She nodded briskly and you scurried after him, trying to catch him before he left.

You turned a corner into the hallway and another into the narrow foyer, dozens of photos of the boys hung on the wall, sprinkled in with at least a half dozen of you.

When you caught up to him, he was struggling to get his coat off the hangar, too frustrated to even think.

You approached him slowly, trying not to startle him. Placing a hand gently on his shoulder, you reached for the hangar with your other, "Let me help you."

He didn't fight you on it, his tight grip on the hangar loosening so you could grab it, his whole palm red from grasping it too hard.

Slipping the coat off, you set put the hangar back in the closet before helping him slip into the navy blue coat. Once it was over his shoulders, he turned back to you, a gentle smile on his face, "You were always too good to me."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug, and you grinned, "Always were a hugger, weren't you?"

Theseus stiffled a laugh, "Would you have it any other way?"

"No, I suppose I wouldn't."

You untangled yourself from him and he sighed, "I'll see you later, Y/N."

"Goodbye, Theseus." You smiled, and before he knew what he was doing, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

He then turned to walk out the door, not giving one thought about what he had just done. Then it hit him: he had kissed you. And, surprisingly, you had kissed him back.

Before the door could shut, Theseus turned and opened it back again. You stood in the exact spot you had been standing in when he had left, but your fingertips were now touching your face, a large smile spread across your lips.

Theseus couldn't help but smile back, taking long strides towards you as he tangled one hand in your hair, the other settling on your waist as he leaned in for another kiss.

Your hands found his shoulder and his chest as you fell into the embrace, lips moving against his.

Chances are, the two of you would have stayed like that for hours if it hadn't been for the clatter of a teacup on the floor.

Your heads whipped around to see Mrs. Scamander standing in the middle of the foyer, her eyes wide, tea seeping through the marble floors. She began jumping up and down, "Good Godric, it happened! Newt, it happened!"

Within seconds, she was bursting through the front door, bounding across the street to the Wollenstones, "Agatha, you won't believe it, I'm going to be a grandmother! Agatha!"

You and Theseus couldn't help but laugh, and you leaned your head into his chest, watching as his mother told the whole street about what she had witnessed, "I can't say I'm surprised."

"That my mother is sharing our moment with the whole neighborhood? Me neither."

"That's Mrs. Scamander for you." You giggled, your hand entwined with his.

"Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Mrs. Scamander." Theseus teased.

"Watch it, Theseus." You responded, raising a brow, "But for the record, I prefer gold bands over silver."

Back in the tea room, you could hear Newt call out, "That's what Teddy prefers, too, so I'd be careful if I were you!"

The two of you laughed, releasing the breath you had been holding for far too long.

#theseus scamander x y/n #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #theseus-scamander #harry potter imagines #fanfiction #theseus scamander #theseus x reader #theseus scamander x reader #theseus scamander one shot #theseus scamander x you #scamander #scamander brothers #hogwarts #newt scamander #theseusscamander #harry potter fic

[graziellathedancingqueen]

Niffler - (young) Newt Scamander x male reader

requested by @ingenium-genius

summary: y/n finds a niffler family and is telling Newt (and Leta) about it

word count: 487

warnings: none :)

pairing: Newt Scamander x male reader (y/n)

a/n: i'm really sorry this took so long but it feels so good to finally post this <33 i really really hope you like it <3 also i think it's kinda short so if you want a part 2 just tell me <3 this was very fun to write

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"Did you see Newt somewhere? I saw a Niffler today and it was just so sweet i have to tell him!" y/n says smiling at Leta as they're walking down the corridor. She looks at her friend in surprise. "You... didn't hide it in your bag? Or dorm room?" She then asks knowing what y/n is like. He just can't leave a magical creature alone. But only if it's lonely. Y/n would never take it away from it's family. He would usually bring Newt to meet the creature then. That's what made y/n and Newt such good friends. They both loved magical creatures. Newt was sorted in Hufflepuff while y/n was a true Gryffindor. Brave but very loyal to his friends. "I didn't hide it in my bag! Or in the dorm room! It had a family. But they were shy. Didn't even come out when i wanted to give them some galleons... only one of them." Y/n says smiling. "It was so sweet... i really need to know where Newt is. He would love them! I just know it." "Did somebody say my name?" Newt asks who just happened to exit a class room right next to them. "Great! There you are! I saw a cute Niffler family and you just have to see them! They're so sweet! Well I only saw one of them... but I bet the rest is just as sweet as the one I saw! Come on! Please... they would like you as well. And maybe you can get the whole family to come out of their hiding spot. They were really shy and didn't even come out when I wanted to give them galleons..." y/n starts rambling about the cute creatures he just saw as Newt just looks at him with a smile. "You know I couldn't say no to that" He says taking y/n's hand. He has to laugh as y/n isn't moving. "Well are you going to show me where they are or not? Sorry Leta... I know we planned on going to Hogsmeade later but it seems that this can't wait. And I wouldn't want to let a pretty boy wait" Newt says as y/n starts blushing. Leta smiles at her two best friends being obviously in love "don't worry about it. You can find me in the library if you need me for something. You can copy the homework later if you stay with the nifflers for too long." Both the boys want to protest but she just shakes her head. "I know you. You don't look at the time and then it's too late to think and do the homework. Again don't worry about it" They smile at her and thank her because they both know that she's right. Who wants to do homework if they could spend the day with magical creatures and their crush?

#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x y/n #newt scamander x male reader #fantastic beasts x reader

[iamthemain-character]

It’s Always Been You

full of regrets and wishes, newt gets a second chance, and this time he isn’t going to squander it.

newt scamander x reader, leta lestrange x newt scamander

gender neutral pronouns

TW: Leta’s a lil toxic in this

as requested by @icedberrytea part two to Tolerate It :)

harry potter masterlist

7 weeks, 2 days, 5 hours, and 36 minutes.

That’s how long it had been since Newt had seen Y/n. He had chastised himself a million times over since then for living them on his doorstep, too blinded to understand what their confession meant.

Halfway through his luncheon with Leta Newt had realized that when Y/n said “I love you” they meant they loved him, the way he loved them. Quickly he had rushed home, but he was too late. Y/n had gone, with no trace left behind. They weren’t at home, none of their friends knew or would say where Y/n was, and as the days passed they never came back.

Newt never thought his heart could be so heavy as it was. Everything made him think of Y/n, and he rued the days he took them for granted. Newt wished that he could find them, tell them they were right and that he was sorry. Tell them he loved them.

“Newt, are you with me?”

Waking from his inner thoughts, Newt turned and saw Leta looking at him expectantly. He slowly blinked, realizing he had no idea what she had been saying.

A bitter smile appeared on Leta’s face, and she shook her head. “It’s Y/n isn’t it?”

“I just wish I knew where they are.”

Leta placed her hands on Newt’s arms, rubbing softly. “Maybe it’s time you let them go. You’ve already spent enough time worrying, and maybe they don’t want to come back. It’s time to focus on you, Newt.”

“You mean focus on you.”

Leta blinked a couple times, head cocking in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

Newt slid his arms out of her grasp. “The problem is I didn’t spend enough time focusing and worrying about Y/n, and now I’ve lost the person who meant the most to me. I let myself get distracted.” Tears welled up in Newt’s eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

“Newt, I know you miss them, but you have your friends, your brother, and you have me-“

“But I don’t want you.” Newt blurted out suddenly, tired of Leta’s excuses. “I want Y/n, I always have. I just forgot that for a while.”

Leta also had tears in her eyes, but her jaw was set as she looked at Newt. “I love you Newt, you must know that.”

Newt shook his head, scoffing slightly. “You never loved me Leta, you loved who you thought I could be for you. And when I couldn��t be that, you went to my brother. You can’t have both of us Leta.”

Leta’s jaw dropped slightly, her mouth agape at Newt’s forwardness. For a moment she just stared, then she turned her gaze down as if she were ashamed. When Leta looked back up at Newt, any emotion was gone. “Yes, you’re right. I’m marrying your brother, we are perfect for each other.” She let out a sigh, a small smile appearing. “Then go if you must, find your happiness. Though I’ll be here, waiting for you.”

Newt shook his head as he started to back away. “I won’t be back.”

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Frustrated, Newt ran his hands through his hair. No matter what he did, Y/n seemed to have just disappeared. Tirelessly Newt had looked, hoping to find some clue or for them to turn up, but as night settled in he knew it was time to care for the creatures.

Walking down the stairs, a small smile graced Newt’s face as he saw his beloved friends. The cacophony of various chattering and murmuring was a comforting sound, and so he allowed himself to get swept up in the chores.

Just as Newt felt ready to collapse from exhaustion, he headed to his last destination, the Bowtruckle tree. Pickett had run off some time ago, and Newt wondered if he was possibly getting along with his fellow Bowtruckles. As Newt approached the tree, however, his eyes were met with a figure standing just in front of it.

On the person’s finger was Pickett, and he was talking excitedly, his finger-like branches reaching up and out. The person laughed, reaching out the forefinger so the bowtruckle could hold on.

“I know, I know, I’ve missed you too.”

Newt froze where he was, the voice being one he could recognize anywhere. Either Newt was hallucinating, or Y/n was standing in his home once more, looking as beautiful as ever.

“Y/n.” It was just barely a whisper, but Y/n turned their head to look at Newt. They took a deep breath in, gently setting Pickett down before they approached Newt.

“I’m sorry to drop in like this, unannounced. I wanted to return this.” Y/n produced a key from their pocket, an enchanted one that Newt had given them so Y/n could come and go as they pleased. “And truthfully, I wanted to see everyone one last time.”

Newt stood frozen, unable to breathe or think, his heart racing. Y/n took this to mean that he was angry, so they nodded their head and turned to leave. Watching them leave snapped Newt into action, and he carefully grabbed their wrist.

“No, please, don’t go.” Newt was desperate, not wanting to lose the person he loved again. “I am so sorry Y/n. For the most part, you were right. I allowed myself to get distracted, thinking that Leta’s approval could make me worthwhile. But it was never her, or Hogwarts, or anyone else’s approval I needed. I needed to accept myself as I was, no matter how strange or alien I seemed. And the one person who never asked me to be anything else was you, and I took that for granted. And for that I am so, so, deeply and terribly sorry. I won’t blame you if you leave again, but I have missed you every day, and I wish I could treat you with the attention and respect you deserve.”

Y/n blinked back unshed tears, sliding up their hand so Newt’s was holding their’s. “You said I was half right; what was I wrong about?”

Newt took a step closer, looking into Y/n’s eyes. His voice was just a whisper when he spoke, but it was all Y/n needed to hear. “I wasn’t in love with Leta, I am in love with you. I always have been. I just hope you can forgive me for being such a fool.”

Y/n wrapped their arms around Newt, pulling him in and holding him close. “How could I not forgive you, I love you too much.” Pulling back, Y/n gently leaned in and touched their lips to Newt’s.

Newt leaned into the kiss, having craved this touch for a long time. His arm’s wrapped around Y/n’s waist, pulling them flush to his body. He was sweet and gentle, enjoying feeling Y/n’s warm lips on his. Newt’s face was red from blushing, but his heart was filled with warmth of having the person he loved most in his arms.

#newt x reader #newt #newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #fbawtft #fantastic beasts

[newtscamanderimagines]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request something?? It's totally OK if not, I totally understand lol. I was wondering if you could wrote some Newt Scamader x sibling reader comfort, platonic siblings type stuff where reader just hasn't been feeling so hot mentally and feels like their friends don't want them around anymore? I've kinda been struggling with that lately...

She/her or gender neutral reader pls. 🥺

Feel free to dm me if you have any questions and please don't feel bad if you won't accept my request, I 100% understand.❤️❤️

Much love ❤️

A/N : thank you so much for this request! This is the first request I have ever gotten! I’m proud for coming this far with this account and I hope you enjoy this cute fic because I put everything I could into it 🫶🏻 REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

~I will be there for you~

You and your friends are meant to be going out. That’s was until they texted you that tonight was cancelled because someone was sick and didn’t want to miss out so we will reschedule the event. You texted back that that’s okay and that they should let you know when it will be rescheduled. They read the message but never replied. They have been acting all strange over the past few weeks and you don’t know why. Your mind immediately went to thinking “what is they are trying to get rid of me?” And over thank it. Overall you mentally haven’t been feeling very good about yourself anyways. You felt like you didn’t have the looks of your friends. Tina, Queenie and the rest. You doubted your looks in every dress you had on to go on a date with (y/b/n). Your eyes pricked with tears as the thoughts went through your head.

You felt as lonely as ever, sitting in your bed, small amounts of tears falling down your face. You didn’t know what to do. You felt like nobody wanted to be around you anymore. Even Newt and Theseus weren’t around anymore. Newt has his book and Theseus is too busy with Leta. More tears flooded so you thought about everything.

All of a sudden Newt came home. “Y/n” I’m home!” He shouted as the apartment was quite big. He didn’t hear a sound.

He thought that maybe you fell asleep or something. He came into the room and saw you door was open a little and so he pushed it open further only to see you in a crap state.

“Hey…y/n are you alright?” He whispered softly as he stood in the doorway just wanting to make things better as a brother.

“Yea- yes I’m to- totally fine” you choked out holding your head in your hands.

You brother needed to go over to you. He hated seeing you this upset.

“You know you’re not okay. What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat beside you on the bed placing his hand on your shoulder rubbing his thumb to help you relax.

“It’s no-nothing” you replied more tears falling. Newt didn’t believe you one bit whatsoever. His eyes softened as you sobbed in front of him slowly breaking his heart.

“It can’t be nothing y/n, you’re crying this much and you NEVER cry.” He smiled a little when he heard you giggle slightly with a wave of happiness washing over you for a second.

It’s ju-just that no-body wa-wants me around any-anymore everyone is busy

D-doing things and I-I’m just not goo-good enough!” you cried into your hands trying not to look at newt in the eyes with your red and puffy eyes.

“But I’m here” he said trying to look down to meet your eyes but failed.

“No you’re- you’re not! You ha-have your b-book and creatures!” You sobbed. Newt went silent. He was meant to always be there for you. He was your big brother and he didn’t do what he was meant to do, be there for you. He felt a huge amount of guilt.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry I-I never knew” he said now wrapping both of his arms around you. You declined his hug and tired to get his hands off of you by squirming and smacking his arms. No matter what you tried he didn’t t let go.

“I’m not letting go until you calm down” he said tightening his grip around you feeling heartbroken to see you like this and him being a part of the reason why. He wouldn’t let go whatsoever. No matter what pain he is getting.

It took you a while to calm down and Newt knew you were calm when your body went limp in his. The room was silent, you were still and all he could hear was you breathing deeply.

“I truly am sorry.” He said tears pricking his own eyes. As he gave you one last hug. You looked at him in sympathy and despite your mood, you smiled at him and ruffled his hair making it a mess.

“You really know how to mess with me don’t you?” He asked playfully.

You just simply gave him one squeeze in the ribs causing his to let out one belly laugh before sitting up.

“ I do have one thing I think will cheer you up.” He said as he opened his case that was beside him and called out the nifflers. They all came out flying over to you and a ton of shiny things were now splattered on the bedsheets. You played with them and was the happiest person alive.

“Just remember, I will be there for you “ ruffling your hair playfully causing to create a play fight.

#newt scamander #fantastic beasts #cuteness #comfort #harry potter #please notice me #forypupage #love you for infinity #support small #newt scamander x reader #theseus scamander #tina goldstein #draco imagine #lucius malfoy

[words4life]

{It’s You I Love} Wizardry

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Male!Reader

Summary: You knew him since he first started and it was from then that you loved him. You had trouble facing it but when a bunch of assholes decide to get involved it gives you the chance to show him how much he actually means to you.

{Gif Not Mine}

Warnings: Swearing, Kissing.

Words: 1840

Part 2

But there was one boy who knew him, knew him better than everyone including his brother. And that was Y/n Lestrange, the older brother of Leta Lestrange. The one loathed by many in school for her nasty trucks. But despite being a Lestrange you weren’t as cruel as many would presume of a Lestrange, a Slytherin.

The young boy was loved by your sister unbeknownst to him. You could see it in her eyes when he would socialise with her, unlike the others who did their best to ridicule and ostracise her. But Y/n knew him better than her, apologies to your dear sister but you wouldn’t allow her to get close to him. You were determined to make him yours.

You had loved him since he was in the 1st year and you a 3rd, you knew his brother, a right stuck-up git.

You came across paths when you were running away from teachers after causing a bit of mischief with the Gryffindor. You had nothing against most of them but the rest were stuck-up pricks who thought too highly of themselves.

As you were being chased down by the teachers you came across a little hallway, one you wouldn’t normally have noticed. You quickly ducked out of sight from the teachers and students behind you.

You were catching your breath when you heard soft mumbling. Now that caught your attention. You turned your attention towards the sound and saw a flight of stairs. You made your way up then slowly, the mumbling getting louder and louder. You were reaching the top when you could see a small figure hunched down noting something down.

He didn’t seem to notice you so you continued your climb.

You made your way to the top, but didn’t notice the books on the floor and ended up tripping. The sound caught his attention, he willed his head around and looked startled.

“Ah sorry, didn’t mean to scare you there,” you said raising your hands in mock defence.

The kid just moved his head to the side. He seemed shy.

“What you doing up here anyway?” You asked, slowly moving towards him. He backed up a bit which caused you to stop in your steps.

“Ah sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” you explained taking a step back to make him feel at ease.

“I-It’s quite a-alright” he explained with a stutter.

It was quite… cute you must say.

“So what are you doing up here?” You questioned again.

“W-Well I was looking after this chick here” he explained, slightly moving out of the way so you could see what he was talking about. He was right, a small baby bird was in the makeshift nest, chirping to no end.

“I found it. I-It was injured. I-I didn’t steal it, I p-promise!” He proclaimed slightly ducking his head and shivering slightly.

“It’s quite alright, I’m not accusing you of anything and even if you did steal it you must have had a reason behind it” you explained softly, slowly moving towards the shivering boy.

He looked up only to see you right in front of him. It startled him so badly, he tripped over his own feet. How cliche, but you thought it was adorable.

You reached your hand out quickly, wrapping your arm around his waist carefully, catching him before he could tumble any further.

“Careful there,” you said, laughing softly.

Across his face was a beautiful reddish hue. It made him look cuter than before if possible. He was a mumbling mess, he couldn’t form his words nothing could come out…

And that was how you met and ever since then, you had been friends. Friends that’s all you remained in the two years you had known him. But you could not bring yourself to force him into anything. Your adorable little boy.

At the moment you were sitting outside. Watching as your precious boy was communicating with your sister and his dick of a brother. The jealousy bubbling in your heart, unfair as to how you can’t talk to him outside of his little safe spot.

The three of them were cackling with one another, more like the two idiots were cackling while he was laughing softly as he always did. You could sit here and admire him all day.

You were snapped out of your admiration when a group of boys and a few girls here and there walked about the group of three. You recognised these dipshits, they were the so-called top dogs in Hogwarts but they were anything but. They were more like ants that your feet could step on and oh would it be satisfying to do so and see how they dared to target your little angel that wish was coming real soon.

“Oi nerds” the leader of the group shouted. You swore they couldn’t even get bullying right.

You saw Newt flinch causing you to tighten your fist. You made sure to keep an eye on Newt and the situation at hand.

You could see his brother try to resolve the situation calmly but as per usual it didn’t work.

Your sister tried arguing with them but their height gave them an advantage and allows chrome to get up in her face. You didn’t think it was necessary to intervene at least not until these knuckleheads decided to mess with Newt. The leader got up in his face shoving their dirty fingers into his chest and pushing him back further and further. Now that made you lose a couple of screws. You stood up so abruptly that the chair you were sitting on fell to the ground with a thump.

It bought the attention of the surrounding students including the douchebags and the group.

You stalked your way towards them shoving past anyone in your way not sparring any sorry’s.

As soon as you were near the group of twats saw you and started smirking.

Oh, you couldn’t wait to wipe it off their stupid smug faces.

“Oh look who it is, the big bad wolf,” the leader said, his goons laughing along behind him.

Before the guy decided to get another word in, you sent a fist right across the side of his face. You heard a satisfying crunch come from the now sobbing guy.

“Piss off,” you said.

The goons help the guy up and scramble off to the hole they came from.

You looked at the three but more specifically Newt and turn your head. Not wanting to out the friendship between you two.

As you were walking off, you felt a soft hand grab onto your own. You looked down at the hand and then to the owner and saw Newt.

A bright red blush covered his face as he looked down at your joined hands.

“T-Thank You” he muttered.

You felt you could just swoon then and there.

“You’re welcome” you replied, squeezing his hand lightly.

You let go so you could away without bringing the two behind your attention. But unexpectedly Newt grabs onto your again this time he interlocks your finger together. You look back at him in shock. His ears were bright red.

“I-I want you to hang with m-me” he manages to stutter out as he looks up at you.

“Okay,” you say letting out a soft smile, tightening your hand around his.

He leads you back to his brother and your sister.

“Y/n” Theseus says giving a short nod which you respond in turn. Your sister glares at you slightly and you just smirk at her.

This is a sign that you’ve won and you’ll take it.

“Hey, guys,” you said giving them a smile still holding onto Newt's hand…

It has been a couple of days since then and you had started to hang out with Newt in the open no longer caring about who saw or who knew.

You were now sitting in Newt’s hangout watching him watch some creatures and taking notes.

He looked so cute, you couldn’t help but stare at him.

“S-Stop staring,” he said not taking his eyes off his journal.

“Sorry but you’re too cute,” you say, causing him to turn his head abruptly.

“H-Huh!” He said that adorable blush spread across his face again.

“I mean it Newt, you’re adorable,” you said, moving closer to him as he moved back. It reminded you of the first time you met, how he would back away out of shyness and now it was no different.

“I-I don’t understand,” he said.

“Let me show you want I mean. May I?” You said, gesturing to him.

He gave you a slow nod. You moved closer until you were face to face with him, with hardly any space in between you.

You raised your hand and placed it on his cheek stroking the freckles that adorned his face. Oh, how you loved them.

You moved closer until you could feel each other’s breath fan across your faces.

You got closer until your lips were only a few centimetres from each other.

“Do you trust me?” You questioned him.

“Y-Yes. I do” he said.

“Good”.

And with that you closed the remaining space and placed your lips against his. This was something you had always thought about, always wished about, dreamed even and now it was happening.

His lips felt so soft against yours.

You had your eyes open still so you could see he was struggling to breathe.

“Breathe through your nose baby,” you said as you took your lips off of his for a moment.

“O-Okay,” he said this time he was the one to close the distance. His lips fit against yours as if they were made for one another.

You place your arms around his waist, it felt natural like you had been doing this all your life.

You tapped his arms signalling for him to wrap his arms around your neck.

He wrapped his arms around your neck allowing you two to get closer to one another than before.

Newt took his lips off yours first to catch his breath.

You looked down at him and the flush that spread from his ears to his neck to his cheeks. He was panting softly.

“You okay, baby?” You said softly, stroking his cheek gently. He leaned his head against your hand.

He looked up at you through his eyelashes and you sore you could die right then and there and you would be happy.

“You need to stop doing that or I won’t be able to hold back,” you said.

“W-What did I do?” He replied, once again looking through his eyelashes.

And you snapped, crashing your lips against his once more…

#newt scamander #fantastic beasts #male reader #hogwarts

[itscherrylipsforme]

Hii. Can i request a theseus scamander x fem!reader? Like they're married but no one but Newt and Leta know and they get found out .

Hi lovely anon! I would love to write out this request, but just to be sure I understand it well.

You want me to create a fic where reader and Theseus are married, Leta and Newt are the only one who knew it and the secret os revealed to other characters (like Dumbledore, Tina, Queenie and Jacob for example)?. Or a fic where Leta and Newt discover about their marriage?

I am not sure if I got the ask right, sorry 😓

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hogwarts mystery - almost anyone in the circle of khanna or in quidditch

fantastic beasts - i mainly focus on the scamander bond or theseus + leta; i might accept others but it’s not guaranteed

what won’t i write?

male!reader - i always try and write gender neutral y/n though!

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[americancowgirl19]

My Home

Summary: You’ve loved Newt since you were both in school. He’s loved you back as well and will continue to love you even when you return from the war different.

Warnings: fluff, angst, ptsd

Reader: Male Slytherin Reader

Pairings: Newt Scamander x Male Reader

Word Count: 3,812

A/n: Enjoy

Masterlist

You had ambitions when you were growing up. You wanted to be important, you wanted to be rich. You wanted to capture the attention of every room you walked into. You didn’t want to spend the rest of your life living in the slums you had grown up in.

When you got your letter for Hogwarts you became excited. You were sorted into Slytherin, which didn’t surprise anybody who knew you.

You were as smart as you were ambitious. You knew if you were to have the life you envisioned then you had to do well in school. As your classmates tried out for Quidditch, you were studying Charms. As others went on dates, you were in the library.

You had a few friends but mainly kept to yourself. The last thing you wanted was to get attached to anybody and have them get in the way of your grand plan. But life hardly ever works out the way you want it.

Your friends had convinced you to take a day off from your studies to swim in the Black Lake. It was a beautiful day and you agreed. When your group was within rage, they hooted and hollered as they raced for the water. You smirk, rolling your eyes as they dove into the lake leaving you with the towels and shirts.

You moved closer to the water and tossed what you were carrying on the ground. Movement to your left, by the trees that were near the water, gained your attention. You saw two students sitting in the shade. You could barely make out their uniforms but noted that one was a Slytherin while the other was a Hufflepuff. An odd friendship but one that didn’t bother you like it bothered some of your other housemates. 

You found yourself observing him them for longer than you intended. The girl merely spared your friend group a glance before looking back to what she was doing. The boy, however, was staring. It took you a moment to realize his gaze was toward your direction. When you realized this, a cocky smirk came to your lips.

Your fingers grabbed the the edges of your shirt. You pulled it off, stretching your muscles dramatically. You didn’t have the best body, especially compared to some of your friends, but as long as he was looking why not give him something to look at?

When your eyes went back to him, he was looking away. It disappointed you but you shrugged it off and joined your friends in the lake. You periodically glanced towards the two under the tree. The last time you looked, they were gone.

The next time you saw the boy under the tree was about a month later in the library. You were looking for a book when you stumbled into him as you went down another row. He was sitting at one of the tables. His head was in his notes and his eyebrows were frowned.

You found yourself staring at him again. He was so focused on what he was doing he didn’t even notice. Your eyes looked over his freckles, his blonde hair and his pale skin.

Unable to help yourself, you take a seat near him. He glances at you before looking down at his book. You bite back a smirk when his eyes quickly return to you. Then it becomes evident that he’s trying not to look at you.

You’re just about to get the courage to talk to him when his Slytherin friend comes around the corner. You inwardly curse yourself for taking too long but at least you heard her say his name.

Newt.

Once you had his name, it wasn’t hard for you to find out quite a bit about him. Apparently Newt was infamously known around Hogwarts for his love of magical creatures and his close friendship with Leta Lestrange. He was a few years younger than you but it didn’t bother you. You wanted to know him.

Getting him to talk to you was almost as difficult as it was for you to get him to be comfortable around you. It took you months to get him to be relaxed in your company. Took you a little longer for him to prefer your company to Leta’s. 

You weren’t a big fan of Leta. She was selfish and wanted Newt to herself. You knew there was a part of her that cared for Newt but her ambition matched yours and not in a good way.

You hated that Newt was obviously in love with her when he should be in love with you. Newt had your attention the second you saw him by the lake. You wanted him and you were hoping to gain his favor but wasn’t expecting it to be this hard. However, anything worth having is worth working for. 

Although, there has always been a little doubt that you’d never get Newt to look at you the way he stares at Leta. It was barely a decade into the 20th century. Same sex couples weren’t exactly welcome, even in the wizarding world. You didn’t let that stop you from trying.

“These are bowtukles?” You asked, grinning a bit bashfully when Newt was giving you his adorable amused look.

“Bowtruckle,” Newt corrected you. You continue to stare at his face even when he looks away. 

“Bowtruckle,” You whisper, grinning when you see his cheeks redden. The reaction gives you hope that just maybe he’s into you.

“They erm... They eat insects and um... they’re shy,” Newt mumbles, avoiding your gaze as he explains what he knows about the creature crawling in your hand.

“No wonder they like you so much,” You tell him. “You’re one and the same,” Newt looks at you sheepishly. “You’re both shy but I don’t think you eat insects, at least I’ve never seen you eat them,”

“Heh, no,” Newt shakes his head, fiddling with his fingers. 

“But you’re both adorable,” You blurt. This time, it’s you avoiding eye contact. You clear your throat and shift a bit awkwardly. You were smart, you were ambitious, but for the love of Merlin you could hardly flirt.

But like many things, even if you weren’t good at something it didn’t stop you from doing it. You were a bad singer but you still sang if it cheered Newt up when he was feeling down. You were horrible with creatures but you tried because Newt would always light up when he got to teach you something. You weren’t the greatest at romance but you still tried to woo Newt.

In your eyes, you were hardly making progress but Newt saw things differently. He may have been infatuated with Leta before he knew you but then you were the one capturing his attention. He looked forward to being around you. He wasn’t so anxious with you. If he was, it was a good anxious.

It wouldn’t be until your last year, his 5th year, did you finally get the courage to do something about your feelings for him.

You took him to Hogsmeade. It didn’t occur to Newt that this was a date until the end of the night. The whole time he thought the two of you were just hanging out and that you were being overly flirtatious.

Then you kissed him.

He was talking as you two were walking back to Hogwarts. A nervous ramble. One you would normally listen to but there was something else on your mind. 

There was no-one around. He was being his adorable self and all you wanted to do was plant one on his lips. So, you did.

It was a quick peck. You pulled back just as quick as you moved in. It was enough, however, to gain his attention. You both stopped walking and he turned to you in a sort of daze. You gnawed on your lower lip and watched his expression carefully.

His face was completely red and he was looking everywhere else. You would have been scared he didn’t like it if it wasn’t for the smile threatening to rip his face in two.

You did a quick glance around to see if anybody was around before turning back to Newt when you were reassured the two of you were still alone. Slowly, you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck. His eyes snap back toward you. You steps closer to him.

“Tell me to stop,” You whispers, gently pressing your forehead on his. When he remains silent, you connect your lips on his once again. This time you go slowly. You smirk just a bit when his hands grab your jacket. You pull him closer, resting your other hand on his hip.

Technically, you two never became official but he was yours and you were his. Leta was the only one who knew about your relationship and you had not so kindly threatened her to keep it quiet. You weren’t about to allow her to use your relationship with Newt for her own gain. As much as you wished she would just stay away you knew you wouldn’t be able to get rid of her because Newt still cared about her.

Your happiness with Newt only lasted a few months until trouble came. 

“It wasn’t your fault! Why are you taking the blame?” You growled, following Newt to the Hufflepuff common room.

“Leta doesn’t deserve to be expelled-”

“And you do?” You ask, raising your eyebrows. “Love, you had nothing to do with the accident, don’t take the blame.”

“It’s already done, there’s no taking it back,” Newt told you. “I’ll be alright,” He promises, glancing at you. “I’ll go live with mum and learn more about creatures. Maybe get a job at the ministry in a few years,” He shrugs. The two of you come to a stop just in front of the doorway. “They’re letting me keep my wand,” He mumbles looking on the bright side. You sighed, staring down at your boyfriend.

“You know, I can leave too,” You suggested. Newt’s eyes snap to yours. “I can go with you and we can go on those adventures you told me about. Discover some creature together,” Newt shakes his head, your smile falters.

“You’re too close to graduation to leave,” Newt says. “I’ll be fine on my own for a couple of months. Graduate then come find me... if you want,” He tells you. You sigh but don’t put up a fight knowing that graduating would help your future more than if you left with Newt now.

“Fine, but don’t miss me too much, yeah?” Newt returns to his sheepish self causing you to grin. Not caring if anyone saw, you grab his chin and direct his lips to yours. “I’ll find you on the other side handsome,”

When Newt left school grounds, you confronted Leta. You made it clear that she was to stay away from Newt and yourself. When she tried to talk back, things got a little more intense. 

You hadn’t intended to send her to the medical wing, though you didn’t regret it. All you wanted was to scare her. You succeeded but also received detention for the remainder of your Hogwarts year.

When you graduated, you sought Newt out like you promised. The letters the two of you exchanged wasn’t enough, you wanted to be with him.

His mother welcomed you with open arms while his brother was more hesitant. One, he didn’t know what he thought about the two of you together, and two, he was being the protective older brother.

You stayed with the Scamander's instead of returning to your family home. Your home was on the other side of the country. Plus it was crowded because your entire family shared a little cottage. Newt’s mother allowed you to live with them because once you got a job you were able to help pay for things. You were given a separate room from Newt’s but that didn’t mean you two weren’t spending nights together.

“You should be more careful, love,” You muttered quietly as you tended to his wounded arm. One of the hippogriffs that he helped take care of had scratched up his arm.

“I’m fine,” Newt insisted. 

“I should have become a doctor,” You mused. “I have a feeling this isn’t going to be the last time I patch you up,” Newt smiles a bit. By the time you were done, his arm was as good as new. 

Being a doctor surely would have helped you with the ‘get rich’ part of your plan. But you had other ideas. You were in the process of starting your own business. It was slowly taking off and your name was beginning to spread throughout England. Both wizards and muggles were beginning to learn who you were.

However, you took a few lessons on simple medical procedures in order to help keep Newt in one piece. It paid off because as you predicted, Newt needed patching up more than once. You wouldn’t have thought that such a quiet man like him would get into so much mischief. All for the love of his creatures.

The two of you had a plan. Newt wanted to travel and do research. You wanted to travel and expand your growing business. Why not travel together? It was the perfect plan for the both of you until Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated.

You and Newt were sharing a bed a week after England declared war. Neither of you were talking. You were propped up against the wall with Newt’s back against your chest. Your arm was draped across his collarbones and his hand was cradling your forearm. Your other hand traced his bare stomach while his rested on your thigh.

You were leaving in the morning for training. Newt didn’t want you to go but you couldn’t sit this out. You were going to join the army while Newt fought the war his own way with the ministry. 

“I love you, you know that?” You whisper in his ear. Your lips gently press against his head. He hums leaning back against you. You nuzzle your head in his neck and hold him tightly. 

“You’ll come back to me,” Newt states, though his voice wavers. You flip your position so that he’s on his back and you’re hovering over him.

“You’re my home, Newt Scamander,” You tell him. “I’ll always come back to you,” You promise. He lifts his head and you lowers yours. Your lips connect as your body settles between his legs. You grind your hips into his earning a quiet moan from him.

In the morning, you left with Theseus. The two of you would serve in the same company. It was nice to know you would go through this with someone you knew. He may not have liked you at first but by the time the war came around, you two were friends.

“So, Thes... Have anyone waiting for you back home?” You asked, sitting in the muddy trench with him. You two were friends but that didn’t mean you talked about everything. By the time you moved in with Newt and their mother, Theseus had already moved out. He only visited here and there.

But now, you two were together every day. You had grown closer than you were before. Though, it’s not like you had much else to do during down time than to talk with him. He was from home, he was familiar. You were in a land unfamiliar fighting against unfamiliar people.

“You wouldn’t like her,” Theseus told you. You raised your eyebrow at him. 

“I know her?” You ask, he nods. You continue to stare at him until he caves.

“Leta Lestrange,” He admits. You instantly groan. “She’s told me about you... You two have quite the history,”

“So, she can’t have Newt so she goes for the older brother,” You mutter under your breath.

“She’s not a whore,” He growls defensively. You bite back a sarcastic comment. Theseus lowers his gaze as he pulls out a picture of her. You glance at it before pulling out your own picture of Newt.

“Do you think we’ll make it out of this? Get back to them?” You ask, looking at him. Theseus meets your gaze.

“If we stick together? The Germans don’t stand a chance,” Theseus smirks. You soon begin to return the smirk.

After four years of being stuck in the mud in some other country you and Theseus finally returned home. Theseus returned to his lady love while you went to Newt. He was at the ministry when you returned. You visited him in his office.

“Wow, your own nook in the corner with a window,” You commented standing in the doorway. Newt’s head snaps up. “Hello, love,” You say, entering the room. You closed the door as he stood up and came to you.

When his arms wrapped around you you felt as if you were safe for the first time in four years. Your body sagged in against his but he held you close. You nuzzle your head into his neck seeking his comfort. 

“You’re home,” He whispers. “You came back,”

“I’ll always come back to you,” You mutter into his neck. 

When you finally pull away from him, Newt told his boss he was going home. Nobody argued with him. You both apparated back to his place. He had moved out of his mothers home a couple of years into the war but you didn’t care. All you wanted was to spend the night in his arms.

He laid on the bed with your head on his chest and your body between his legs. Your eyes stayed locked on the wall as his heart beat filled your ears. His fingers combed through your hair, lulling you to sleep.

While the little sleep you got was more than you had in four years, it wasn’t anywhere near peaceful. You may have left France but France followed you home. The bullets, the fighting, the artillery shells, the fucking smell, everything stayed with you.

You weren’t the only one suffering from the effects of the war. Your business suffered and your relationship became strained. You pushed Newt away, you pushed everyone away and fell into the bottle.

Although, no matter what you did, Newt never left. He took your mood swings, your anger, everything and stayed by your side. You didn’t deserve him.

After a couple of years of putting up with you, you finally ask Newt why he never left.

It was a rough night. You had been sleeping on the couch for a while because of bad nightmares. You didn’t want to keep Newt awake or hurt him in your thrashing. But tonight, you couldn’t get any sleep.

There was a storm raging outside. Thunder so loud the home was shaking. You were working on finishing a bottle of whiskey. When the lightning flashes and another round of thunder rolls, you flinch and let out a shaky breath.

You didn’t even realize that you were muttering to yourself. You were trying to remind yourself that you were home, in England. You were safe, not fighting in the trenches.

You didn’t even notice Newt observing you. He watched you clutch the glass of whiskey like a lifeline. He noticed you fidget. He knew you had struggled since you returned home but no matter what he did, you wouldn’t let him help you.

You were startled from your thoughts by the sound of a record playing. You look up to see Newt turning to you. You try to compose yourself. Newt had seen you at your worst, multiple times, but that didn’t mean you enjoyed showing him this side of you.

You wished you could go back to when you were both at Hogwarts, to a time before the war. You wanted to go back to when things were easy and effortless. You wanted to love Newt and give him everything he deserved not burden him.

When he held his hand out to you, you were tempted to grab a fuller bottle of whiskey and find another room to occupy. But as another round of thunder sounds, all you want to do is be in his arms. It’s the only place where you can be positive you’re safe.

You set the bottle down and take his hand. You stand and nuzzle into his neck. Your hand clings to his as your arm wraps around his back. He sways the two of you and hums in your ear.

“Why haven’t you left me?” You wonder out loud.

“I love you,” He whispers.

“I’m broken,” You tell him.

“Then I love every piece of you,” He mutters. “You’re my home as much as I’m yours,” He leans his head against yours trying to provide you as much comfort as he can. “I know I can’t take your pain and suffering away but maybe I can lessen it,” He whispers to you. “Just let me in... I can handle it. I can help carry whatever it is that’s weighing you down,”

“I don’t want to drag you down with me,” You say, starting to pull away but underestimate his strength. He holds you against him.

“I don’t care where you drag me, I just want to be with you. Let me in, please,” He begs, cupping your cheeks. “I love you and nothing will change that. I’ve stayed with you all these years because I want too and I’ll stay with you for the rest of our lives, even if you push me away. Don’t push me away anymore,”

“I’m sorry,” You whisper, pressing your head against his. “It’s just... my head’s so loud and...” You sigh. You hated talking about this but Newt deserved to have some kind of understanding. “Everything reminds me of the way... Even the fucking thunder,” You grumble.

“Then focus on me... when it gets too much,” Newt mutters.

“You hate attention,” You whisper.

“Not from you,” Newt counters. “I’ve always wanted your attention,” He tells you. You give him a small smile. “I was thinking about starting up my travels for that book I mentioned... I want you to come with me,”

“Are you sure?” You ask. “I can stay here-”

“I want you with me,” He tells you. “You can spread your business or just come along for the ride. Patch me up when I need you,” Your smile widens a bit. “IF things get too much, you can ride in my case,” You let out a small laugh.

“You still have that bloody case?” Newt blushes a bit and nods. “Alright, love... I’ll come with you,” Newt perks up and connects your lips quickly. You laugh before kissing him back. “You’re perfect, Newt Scamander, and I love you”

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Schilderwald ; ten

the day is new, my blog is changed. i come into the new age with an update. *formerly jyaiin

pairing: theseus scamander x reader

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“They’re meeting at the Mauleseom tomorrow night,” you report. “I heard something through one of my mother’s underground networks.”

Tina seems to pipe up in interest immediately — ah yes, the legend, fame and the lure of your mother runs far and wide. However, Graves, on the other hand, seems to share many of your worries.

“Two more days,” he murmurs, voice still a bit hoarse. “We have all of today and a quarter of tomorrow to find Credence and to establish a plan.” 

Your group falls into silence for a few short moments before Newt proposes a plan. “Why don’t we look for the circus you found first? If we find him, then at least, we know how to start.”

That seemed like a reasonable enough suggestion. 

x

“All injured personnel are required to stick together,” you snicker as the two of your limp out of the house.

“Or,” Graves refutes dryly. “I’m the only one who’ll be held responsible if you die. Theseus will kill me.”

You let him have it, let him have that sense that . That sense of responsibility — and last night. You thinking about what he said. I love you. You want to laugh — the corner of your mouth tugging up sharply in response. 

Why now?

Why not before?

Why not at Christmas?

Why not before Leta?

No, but he was yours before Leta, wasn’t he? This is a problem you have, of never knowing what you want, of never wanting enough, never trying enough. You knew, before Leta. Before Christmas. If Theseus didn’t think you were special, he wouldn’t do those things for you. The flowers, the scarf, the arctic cold and the hours he spent (wasted) resources looking for you. 

If you tried, if you even said something, Theseus would’ve said yes. 

But you didn’t, because one night you looked in the mirror and you thought about your mother, her marriage. How much your parents loved each other and how in the end, that didn’t really mean anything, either. Love isn’t enough. And, you didn’t want that sort of life for yourself.

Always waiting, always wondering, if he’d come back. If someone else like Grindelwald, worse than Grindelwald would come and one day you’d look at the Manila envelope and know, word by word, what was written on it. 

You don’t want that life. You wouldn’t choose to live it. Not for anything, not for anyone. You’re not your mother, you’re not Theseus, or his brother. You’re not willing to sacrifice those things. 

“He loves you,” Graves says, looking away from you. You recognize that look. 

You couldn’t accept it then. 

And you can’t accept it now. It’s a soft thrumming in your chest, the chiming of wind bells that sound like war drums, a steady rushing in your blood—

“Shut up, Graves,” you say. 

You can’t. Not even if you wanted to. This is the end of it.

It has to be. 

x

Is it?

Of course not. You were prepared to die before he said that. You were prepared to fight to the death before he said that — and if you don’t give you all, there’s no way. No way you’ll be able to win.

Damn him for making you want to live.

You look at the gold and the red ribbons in the air, the fire and the wonders, the faces alight with awe and amusement. You wanted to be one of them, more than that, you wanted your mother, you wanted your father, wanted your Aurelia, you wanted your office in the Department of Records and Notation, you wanted your illegally obtained notes and files. You missed that house scarf, you missed your little apartment—

And you missed Theseus. You missed his hands, easily able to dwarf yours, you missed his suits — you missed how he looked, in his rumpled shirt and tie askew. You missed his silhouette and the roughness of his voice after disuse. 

You sniffle, warmth pulling at your eyelids. 

“Miss, are you lost?” A soft, hesitating asks you. But you freeze, because that gentle New Yorker lilt is bare, but still detectable. 

Credence.

You freeze and hastily wipes your eyes as you offer him a shaky smile. What happened to taking things slow and regrouping? 

“I, I’m fine,” you stutter, fingers still brushing at the straying droplets on your cheeks as you sniffle again. 

Credence pauses in front of you, looking like a deer in headlights. “W-Would you like a glass of water?” His eyes dart and before you answer, he holds up a pair of scarred hands. “Please wait here, I’ll get you a glass of water.”

He’s off and back again in a single second. There’s a mildly-grimy glass in his hands and you accept it with a grateful nod. 

“Thank you,” you say, smiling. Taking a sip and making sure not to wince at the taste.

“Y-You’re welcome,” he stutters and there’s something in his eyes— The light, the feeling of being wanted, being welcomed. You offer him a tiny smile as you feel something sticky on your palm. Looking down, you’re horrified to see they’re stained red—

“I’m so sorry!” Credence’s exclamation almost shocks you into spilling your glass, his cheeks are bright and there’s something like despair in his eyes as he tries to take the glass from you.

It’s then you see the fresh wounds that litter his hands.

“Your hands!” you say, as he retreats from you, instinctively. He looks again like a flower bending in the leaf-wiliting wind. Desperate to help, you lower your voice. “Please, let me help you back. Let me heal them.” You offer him a soothing smile as you hold out his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you,” you say. “I promise.”

Slowly, he inches closer, eyes on yours — scared, but trusting. Trusting. As he places his hands in yours.

Your medical spells aren’t good. But they’re just enough for you to heal the wounds — from whips — of the boy in front of you. He marvels at the spells, at your wound and the soundless spells as they began to close on his skin, and heal, and smooth over. 

It’s then, that a bond truly forms between the two of you — and in the back of your mind, you know what he needs. Time, love, patience. To be happy, to be human. To feel human. 

But Credence, no matter who he is (scared little boy, he didn’t choose this), no matter what he is (human, not a monster, a boy), he matters little against the lives of your parents, of your friends. Of Theseus.

He is the only thing that might be able to stop Grindelwald.

Tomorrow night.

You don’t have time. 

He needs to be ready, no matter what. 

“I know what happened, Credence. What they say.” You pitch your voice low, the way your mother used to. Credence is not surprised when you say his name. The thing children do best is waiting, you think. You, in front of the flume gate. Waiting, waiting, waiting. “But they’re wrong.”

Tick tock, the clock chimes, both future-past. Desperation makes people unrecognizable. Credence can’t see it in you, but you can. His eyes, molten and gold but also darker than the ocean floor. Wanting, hungry, so hungry. For so many things. And beneath it all, is a mass of writhing, rippling magic. Powerful enough to change the Wizarding World as you know it, to bend the matters of the world, to change reality. 

“Are they—” His voice breaks. His eyes, you think, there’s nothing of a little boy in them. More beast than man. “Am I really...?”

You don’t tell him that there is a place for you, or that people are waiting for him and willing to love and protect him. Children know lies too well. Especially children like him, and you’re too tired to lie. So you tell him the thing closest to the truth. “You’re one of us. Nothing can change that. And no one, will ever be able to take it from you.”

You reach forward, for his hands. The link of his magic to yours, the roots of the world. And there, you think about all the choices you made and wonder how you ended up here, in the dark, the mud, even after all the things you gave up to leave. 

“Magic is in your bones, Credence,” you say, and his eyes shine gold. 

x

“Hey guys.” You open the door and smile like the piece of shit you are. “Look who I found.”

“Where the hell have you—”

Graves’ mouth opens and closes as Credence makes a noise of horrified surprise behind you. Ah, right. You’d forgotten about that. Oops. That’s another problem you need to solve.

You clap, mostly in self congratulation. Goldstein is not amused. Goldstein can go— Fill in the blank as required. 

“Alright,” you say. “This is Credence. Don’t be creepy, or else.” You lead the boy into 

He looks at you, his eyes manic. You smile. “It’s alright.” You’re not sure if you’re saying it for your sake or his. 

You give Graves a sharp look, and he nods back, imperceptibly. Flamel told you, before you left that the International Wizarding Confederation was closing in on France. The timing for the Lestrange Mausoleum is confirmed. 

This has to work. It must. 

Credence introduces himself, awkwardly to Newt and the others, reintroduces himself to Tina before returning to your side like a loyal hen, shying away from Graves nearly pointedly. 

Graves rolls his eyes. You snicker. 

The truth is this: there is a very very bad wizard trying to kill many people. He may come after Credence to take advantage of him, therefore, everyone is trying very hard to hide him away.

Dumbledore, if he knows what’s good for him, will continue to be useless and unreachable at large. If not... You’ll do something drastic. 

When the atmosphere is beginning to chill again, you assign good, Newt of a heart of gold to give Credence some talk-therapy and control training. 

Graves, you, and Goldstein leave to another room.

You set the a silencing charm, and Graves is immediately on you like a rabid animal.

“I thought I knew the definition of recklessness. I was wrong. What were you thinking?” You’re normally a nice person, you swear—

“Ah yes, the man who’s spent sixteen months being absolutely useless is mad at me for doing something.” 

He doesn’t flinch. It’s a near thing, though. 

“That was uncalled for,” Goldstein says, on instinct. 

You turn to face her. “And you, the person who kidnapped someone for their own completely insane vigilant mission. Neither of you, have any ground to be telling me off. I did everything I needed to do and everything that you asked for. I found Credence Barebone and now, we need to figure out how to stop him from killing everyone.” 

Graves, nods, finally, looking constipated, even more so than usual. “Alright. While you were gone, we obtained a rough plan of the Mausoleum. Let’s start with deciding which of us will go and which of us will stay behind with the Obscurial boy.” 

“Credence,” Tina corrects.

“Credence,” Graves repeats. 

x

Four hours later, Graves has been sent off to bed like a particularly childish six-foot-two toddler. Tina is on patrol-cum-gossiping-complaining to Queenie. You open the door to Nicolas Flamel’s impressively protected laboratory to the sight of magic that no novice should be learning. 

Credence’s eyes are glowing, and New Scamander—

You take a sharp breath. Every heartbeat feels like a open wound. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” a gravely voice asks from behind you. 

“It is,” you say as you watch the Patronus in the air, the silvery threads conjoining, a phoenix in flight, in fire, in ashes. It is. It’s so beautiful.

“Magic is a wondrous thing,” Flamel says. “Capable of doing almost anything.”

Anything. Almost. 

Death, power, immortality. Nicolas Flame, the man who did the impossible. 

The word dissolves into a blur of silvers and blues. Before you know it, you’re blinking back the tears. You hoped—

You hoped. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, softly, tenderly, as your father once did, at the footsteps of the manor, his suitcase in hand after you refused to go with him. “I’m so sorry, my dear.”

Death has never scared you. All of the people you love are some of the strongest wizards and witches there is in this world. They’ll be fine. And in the end, you’ll be fine, too.

Where do I go from here? You think. But there isn’t books or people to tell you, a multitude of ways for you to pursue this, not this time. 

You know the answer, the way you know your own name. It hums in your blood. The magic that isn’t yours. 

I love you, so many voices say. 

Yeah, you think. Me too. 

x

so, in case it was unclear, reader is still under the imperius by grindelwald. i always thought canon wrote it off a bit easily. though then again, harry potter is a very special boy. still, our reader is not so special and i am believer of the philosophy that things should have consequences, so therefore, we have more angst. 

that said, there is no major character death in this fic, if you were worried. 

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