#theseus x reader

[lacollectionneuse1967]

slip of the tongue

Theseus Scamander x Reader

The word left your mouth before you could process it, “Daddy.” He froze completely, locking eyes with you. You couldn’t read the expression on his face.

summary: you're a personal assistant at the british aurors office. you accidentally call your boss, theseus scamander, "daddy."

fem!reader. theseus scamander x reader.

category: smut with plot

warnings: 18+ smut, ddlg themes, (light) mdom/femsub dynamics, (light) size difference kink, unprotected penetration

It was mid-November. London was dark by four in the afternoon and you were out of the Ministry by five, pulling your trench coat around you and shouldering your way out into the stone streets and coal black skies. It wasn’t bitingly cold yet, but you kept your arms tucked close to your body regardless. Dipping in and out of the indistinct crowds, moving with purpose.

You had about fifteen stacks of classified documents on you, but they were safely magicked away into the lining of your coat, and they weighed nothing. Magic almost always weighed nothing, cost nothing. 

For you, at least. 

“A natural.” “The brightest witch of her year!”

That’s what they’d called you at Hogwarts. Even your closest friends in [your House] eventually grew bitter and irritable, so you had to feign stress before exams and pretend to practice your spells alongside them in the common room, in a display of camaraderie.

The truth was you didn’t need to practice, or study. Ever.

You were muggle-born, everything in your life before Hogwarts had been so difficult to bear, your parents’ death, the streets of East London, the orphanage. Even talking to other people, simple conversation, bore some inexplicable strain for you.

But magic had come as easy as breathing. Your wand was like a limb, an extension of your body, you didn’t even have to reach for magic, it just sprung forth, dancing into the world. 

You wanted to be an Auror since you were fifteen. You were good at magic, and little else, and you were curious, had a talent for dueling and abhorred those who took advantage of the weak. It seemed a natural path.

You were hired straight out of graduation. You were only meant to work as an Administrative Assistant at the Ministry of Magic for a few months. But that was nearly a year ago…

In truth, you’d already been offered a position as an Auror. You turned it down discreetly. Theseus Scamander, Head of the British Auror Office, was the man you’d been assigned to as an assistant. He was the figure you answered to, and you’d been his sole, personal secretary.

Before you loved him, you liked him, but even then you could recognize that you liked him too much for what was appropriate to feel for your boss. He was nothing like you in that he was maddeningly easy to become fond of. He was funny and charming, kind and handsome. Sarcastic and a bit of a straight edge. You glowed in his praise.

Every “Excellent work, Y/N” or “Y/N, you’re a lifesaver,” or casual introduction beginning with “This is my genius assistant-” swelled inside of you with happiness. Once he’d even, absent-mindedly and only half-looking up from his copy of The Daily Prophet, said “Good girl,” and you’d nearly fainted. 

The first time he hugged you, after some successful project of yours, he’d braced his arms around you and spun you around, and you’d gone wide-eyed and stiff. He set you down in a flourish.

You were terrified your reaction would put him off touching you forever, but he only laughed aloud, the sound like bells in the wind.

“Not scared of the death threats we receive from dark wizards but you’re scared of a little hug from your boss?” 

Your heart seized, though you returned his laugh in relief. If he only knew what you were really scared of.

“Try it again,” you smiled and met his gaze defiantly. “I’ll do better this time, I promise.” 

It always seemed to shock and delight him in equal parts, the way you responded to him. You liked to challenge him, and to make him smile just to see it spread across his face.

When Theseus hugged you the second time it was him who hesitated at the feel of your warm body pressing into his, his large hands hovered in mid-air before resting delicately on your upper back. 

When you were hired he was still engaged to Leta Lestrange, as he was when you turned down the promotion you were offered. Pathetically, being his assistant was the closest you could get to him. You weren’t about to walk away from that, walk away from him. Between late-night talks at the office and laughter-filled afternoon teatimes at his house, he’d become something like a friend. You couldn’t have him, but this was enough to sustain you. You weren’t her, but you knew you meant something to him…

When you entered his dark apartment, slipping the key out from under the welcome mat, it was no warmer than the outside world. Barren and cold as death, no signs of life. You whisked your wand out and spelled on the lights, spelled the documents free and they fell heavily from your coat, thunking unceremoniously on the hardwood floor.

Since he broke up with Leta, Theseus hadn’t been home, that was clear from the state of his place. He had hardly been at the office. You covered for him without even having to think about it, without even blinking you spewed out excuses and deftly dismissed the Aurors who came to call on him.

You didn’t think about what that meant about your loyalty, to the Ministry and to him. 

"Y/N," he’d prefaced in a letter, an owl sent to your house. "I trust you with my life. Not in theory, but in practice: with this letter you hold my life in your hands. You’re my assistant, but you’ve also become my closest and most cherished friend."

He’d mentioned Grindelwald, going behind the Ministry's back, “choosing sides,” and that he was with his younger brother, Newt. He told you to tell the Ministry he was on business if they asked, to make up something about a dark wizard lead in Romania. And he mentioned that he would need you to make copies of some confidential documents from the archives for him. He asked you to set them aside "but not in my office. Not safe. Bring them to my apartment. Key under the mat. I’ll be in touch soon. I owe you."

And so here you were. Still in your work clothes, a navy blue pencil skirt and chiffon blouse, black tights and your [hair color] hair pressed into loose finger waves, your heels scattered somewhere across his floor. You were organizing the documents into piles.

He’d requested the strangest things, all top secret, in the most restricted section of the Ministry Archives. Old maps and travelogs pertaining to sightings of some ancient creature with certain prophetic or spiritual abilities. Topographical maps of Bhutan and Austria. Classified research on dark magical objects that bound promises in blood.

It made you feel like you were in school again, made your head spin.

Wishing always hurt for you, coming from your background, you hardly let yourself indulge in it. But right now you wished he would’ve told you more. You wished, more sharply and painfully, that he was here.

In the middle of organizing the endless piles of parchment you began to drift off. The words on paper began to cross and blur in your vision. You didn’t want to disturb his apartment or his things, so you hadn’t put on the fireplace. Cold and tired you padded to his empty room. 

Just a little rest before I finish up here. You thought to yourself. Just going to rest my eyes.

You crawled under his crisp bed sheets and your eyes pricked at the overwhelming smell of him. If you didn’t allow yourself to miss him before this, you couldn’t help it now. You’d never been in his room before, you thought distantly, fatigue already claiming you, dragging you down into a black sleep. 

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You weren’t cold anymore. Someone had put the fireplace on. You became aware of this before you heard him.

“Y/N,” Theseus’s voice was rough and low and sweet. It must've been past midnight. He was dressed in a suit still, bending over the bed, his eyes tender and tired. “Did you fall asleep, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. You stirred. That word undid something in you. Unfettered any tension or stress you’d been holding in your body since he’d been gone.

“Theseus,” you muttered, still half-sleep. Your eyes were swollen, you would’ve been mortified, but he was here, at last, and he was looking at you with a gentle smile, so affectionate.

“M’sorry, the documents—I fell asleep-"

“It’s okay,” he chuckled. He dragged a hand over his face and stood. You felt guilty for stealing his bed, you didn't know where he'd been, but he looked positively wrecked. “Rest. I’ll wake you in the morning.”

He turned to leave, presumably for the couch. You reached out for him, any part of him, and your hand caught the waistline of his pants, a finger hooked there.

He looked down at the offending hand and raised a brow.

You were half dreaming, his arrival was so unexpected, so surreal. Your face felt hot, something like fever. 

"Mm, don't go," you mumbled. And then, the word left your mouth before you could process it, “Daddy.”

He froze completely, locking eyes with you. You couldn’t read the expression on his face. You were suddenly terrifyingly awake. 

You clapped a hand over your face, mortified, and rolled over in his bed so that the pillow concealed your face. Consciousness seeped in gradually and with every sober second you were swallowed by dread. 

“Oh,” you said stupidly. “Oh god, I have to leave. I'm sorry, I was sleeping, I don't know why I said that."

You stood as clumsily as a drunkard, taking half his sheets to the floor with you. Your hair was a mess and your skirt had hiked up nearly around your waist, revealing your black panties through your sheer tights.

“Oh god,” you said again. You couldn’t look at him. You began to fix your skirt and pat down your hair when he stepped forward, eyes dark, hand gripped around your wrist. 

You startled, confused. But he looked the opposite, an absolute calm washed over his face.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said.

“What? I don’t understand.”

“Coming home to you in my bed,” he let out a sharp breath, something like a stifled groan. “You have no idea what I wanted to do to you.”

Your stomach fluttered. You searched his face for any signs of confusion. He looked tired, a little undone, but more himself than ever.

“I don’t understand,” you didn't know why you felt on the brink of tears, when this is all you’d wanted all along. “You… you want me? But you were engaged, you…”

The look in his eyes was blazing and still, fire in water. It was enough to silence you. 

“I want you. I ended things with her because I couldn’t live with it, wanting you. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, not at your job, and I’m sorry to bother you with it now, but it can’t be helped. You can leave if you want, things can go back to normal. Me, wanting you, and you knowing nothing about it.” 

He seemed to return to himself now, he sounded like the Theseus you knew. Poised, sure of himself. Mercifully kind. But his chest was heaving and the desire, plain on his face, was enough to make your knees buckle.

He wants me. He wants me. With each beat of your heart you felt the truth of it swell inside you. You could see it, unmistakable, the look of want that mirrored your own. Ready to worship and renounce and claim.

“I don’t wanna leave,” you admitted, weakly. When he spoke again his words were terse, strained.

“Get back in bed,” is all he could manage, and then, “And call me that again.” 

And for the first time since you’d known him, you defied him.

Like the possessed, you fell into him, kissing him. He stumbled back in surprise, catching you with his hands crowded around your face. And you were both kissing and grabbing at each other, you fell to your knees and he followed you down.

You couldn't stop kissing him, not even to regain your balance, to catch your breath. He tasted so good, and his mouth on yours would've been enough to sustain you forever. The two of you were so desperate with need, you were half-kneeling on the floor. 

You began to whine in protest when he pulled away at last, but he stood and pulled you up from under your arms. When he threw you back onto his bed, your stomach flipped. He was looking down at you, pulling off his shoes and jacket, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves. With him looking at you like that, you would've let him do anything to you, anything at all.

“Sweetheart, I said,” he pulled off his dress shirt and your head went dizzy at the sight of his bare chest, his shoulders and arms. “Get back in bed.”

His voice was stern, but fond. You knew what he wanted immediately, and it thrilled you to give it to him.

“Yes, daddy.”

You could see him struggling to control his expression, he just bowed his head back and pinched his eyes shut. The corner of his mouth twitched.

The knowledge that it was you doing this to him, driving him crazy, turning him on, heightened your arousal. Submitting to him strangely felt like power in your hands. 

“Good girl,” he said at last.

He was in his boxers now. The shape of his dick through the thin cloth made your mouth water. You wanted to press your open mouth against it there, wanted to pull it out and kiss it. You don’t know what had come over you. You couldn't think straight.

He got into bed beside you.

“Come and sit in my lap.” 

Your body purred and thrummed in delight. This is all you’d ever wanted at the office, to drape yourself over and onto him like this.

You crawled over him and sat firmly in his lap, legs splayed around his thick thighs. His hands came up around your waist, sliding further up to your chest. He looked up at you unblinkingly, eyes hooded and reverent, but his fingers moved of their own accord, unbuttoning your shirt.

You reddened, suddenly self-conscious. “Wait, don’t-“

“Don't?” he raised an eyebrow. “What, you want me to stop?”

He made a tutting noise and continued to remove your shirt, you had to look away when he flung it across the room, you were so embarrassed. He had your bra off in seconds.

“So cute. So shy.” he said dotingly, but his actions were anything but cute, massaging and running the rough pads of his thumbs over your nipples over and over again in circles. 

You moaned without meaning to, and the sound embarrassed you further. You felt him grow even bigger beneath you, between your legs.

“No, you don’t want me to stop.” He sounded so cocky you wanted to tell him off, but you couldn't, not with him playing with you like this. You could only moan weakly beneath his hands.

Your hips began grinding against the outline of his cock. It was so big your entire body thrilled at the feel of him, at the ludicrous idea of fitting it inside of you.

He seemed determined to humiliate you, he kept talking you through it.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Can you feel how hard I am?”

“Yes,” you answered, breathless.

“Tell me what you want. How you want me.”

“Inside me, please.”

“Please, who?”

You were so frustrated you could've cried. You wanted to come so bad, your legs were trembling. Up and down grinding and rubbing wasn't enough when you knew he wanted to be inside of you, that you could've had him inside of you.

“Please, daddy," You cried, feeling broken. 

Theseus pushed you back onto the bed roughly and crawled over you, reaching down to hike your skirt even further up your midsection. You were already topless, but he gripped into your tights with both arms flexing and ripped them apart at the seam.

You gasped and instinctually tried to cover up, bringing your legs together, but he was already pushing your panties down past your ankles, and then his broad hands were covering your kneecaps, pushing them apart.

“No, no, don’t do that. You’re mine," He reprimanded.

It felt so vulgar, him seeing this part of you. But you were only half a person now. You needed Theseus inside of you to be complete, you were dumb with want. A whining, needy mess and he couldn't get enough of you.

Tears stained your cheeks.

“Please, pleaseplease-" You started to beg, but he silenced you with his mouth on yours, wet and warm and perfect. When he shushed you this time it was surprisingly caring, he caressed your face reassuringly.

“Okay, baby. It’s okay, I’m not trying to tease you, hold on.” 

When he pulled out his length, your mouth went dry. You instinctually spread your legs wider. It was big, bigger than you thought. Both thick and long.

He reached a hand down between your legs to find wetness. Your back arched, your whole body curled and keened in pleasure against his hand, his touch.

But when he pushed a single finger at your entrance it met resistance. You moaned in pain and contentment when it finally slid in fully, past the knuckle.

“Ah,” he said with a grunt. “You can barely fit my finger, baby. You’re so tight.” He said this in equal parts admiration and lament. 

“No!” you whined. “Please, please, I can take it-“

Theseus shushed you and kissed your forehead.

“I know you can, pretty girl. I don’t wanna hurt you, though.”

“I want you to. Please, please.” 

He hissed something like fuck under his breath and began to add more fingers, a second and, then, absurdly, a third. You already felt like you were being split in half. He could barely move them, but soon enough he was pumping them deep and slow, in and out, and the act was so lewd you wanted to cry again.

“Fuck, that’s tight," he said to himself again. “Christ, Y/N, you’re gonna kill me.”

When he removed his hand you wanted to cry out at the loss, but then he was moving his body up, his hands clasped around the inside of your knees and he spread your legs up and open and wide, just for him.

When he sank down into you, his dick was so big and hard that your eyes bulged and your mouth opened pathetically.

“Oh,” you said, stupefied.

Then he pushed in and in, endlessly, until he bottomed out. You were already throbbing around him, so overstimulated from before, coming and fluttering around his cock before he’d even fucked you properly.

“Oh!” you exclaimed again, throwing your head back against the pillow and bringing the back of your hand to your mouth to bite, hoping to stifle the moan as your orgasm washed over you hard. Waves of pleasure ran from the crown of your head all the way down your legs, you could see it coming from a mile away but were nonetheless overcome, completely. 

He made a small noise at the sensation of you tightening and pulsing around him and ripped your hand away from your mouth.

“I wanna hear you,” he ordered, and so you let him. It was almost an out-of-body experience, the way he materialized in front of you, inside of you, when you finally came back down to earth, blood roaring in your ears.

“I just stuck it in, and you already came?” His tone was dark and teasing. “That’s all it takes, darling?”

He leaned over and kissed you deeply, passionately, and then straightened your legs and threw them over one of his shoulders, bending you in half. He began to fuck you in earnest, fucked you limp. You really felt like a rag doll now, helplessly pinned beneath his weight, his hips pounding into your backside. He drilled into you, growing impossibly harder by the second, it was almost like being filled for the first time all over again. 

You couldn't stop moaning, he kept telling you how good you were doing, how you were almost there. Kept asking you questions that made you blush, making you answer them.

Every thrust of his hips was pure ecstasy, vibrating shocks of pleasure were sent straight to your core, your whole pussy throbbing with it. He was fucking you and it was the best thing you’d ever felt, you never imagined sex could be this good.

You felt his dick stretching you wider and wider when he said, “Where do you want me to come?” 

You didn't even think. The word preceded any thought.

“Inside. Please, please-"

“Fuck.” 

The feel of him shooting into you, hot and warm and pulsing, sent you tumbling into another orgasm, it hit you so hard your vision went white and spotty. You had the impression your whole body was vibrating with the force of it.

He rolled your sweat-slick bodies over so that he was cradling you, holding you. You could feel his heartbeat, feel the air rushing in and out of his ribcage. He held you for a few minutes before finally relenting and pulling out with a hiss.

“You’re so perfect,” he panted, pressing a kiss to your temple, your chin, your neck. 

You felt overwhelmed with emotion. Overstimulated. Completely at his mercy.

“I love you,” you said. Powerless. All your life you had clung to power, whatever power you could cling to and not be kicked off like a dog. But for him alone you allowed yourself to be weak.

Utterly and devastatingly weak. 

You always imagined him saying it to you, first, but the thought barely had the chance to dampen your soaring heart because then he said, “I love you more. I promise you, whatever love you have for me, Y/N, I'll always have more for you.” 

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He cleaned you up and gave you some of his clothes to change into. Soft and oversized, you were almost drowning in them. He changed into his own pajamas, changed the bedsheets and threw the old ones on the floor. Gave you a toothbrush to use and soon you were both cozy and tucked back in his bed.

“I wanted to do that from the first time I saw you," He admitted. “Even though I was your boss, and your friend, and I was a taken man at the time. It made me feel ashamed, sick with myself. How badly I desired you.” 

Hearing Theseus say these words was like a dream, or something you wouldn’t even dare to dream.

“Are you staying here for good now? Or are you leaving me again?” You asked.

“You’re coming with me. With us.” He said in a way that was so sure and simple, it made you feel safe. Made you forget about the Ministry, and the world falling apart. “We need your help. And besides, I've missed you.”

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part two here

A/N: woohoo first fic ever! let me know if you have any requests or if you'd like a part two. right now i am only writing for theseus and no one else.

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[nincompoopydoo]

hi i have a req for your vday celebration for this line 'have you no compassion for my poor nerves? ’ for theseus scamander!! going on a trip with newt looking for some new mythical creature to draw and you somehow get injured and theseus gets worried so like angst + fluff pls

IN SEARCH OF A GRECIAN BEAST

PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x Reader WORD COUNT: 1.1k SUMMARY: As you, Theseus, and Newt find yourselves on a secluded Grecian beach along the Aegean Sea, an endeavor unfolds to seek out a Hippocampus. However, plans don't turn out as expected. A/N: An angsty yet light-hearted fic in a way. Hope you guys love this lil Theseus one-shot~ WARNINGS: near drowning. angst. Newt literally has no compassion when he’s excited about his beasts lol. PROMPT: “Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?” [from this prompt list] MASTERLIST

“Pray, Theseus, allow yourself a respite! Quit moaning and come with us,” you whine with an exaggerated, sarcastic tone as you trudge down the rocky slope that leads to a stretch of golden sand. Newt is way ahead, feet already on the sand as he scuttles across the rugged coastline that looks upon the Aegean Sea.

Theseus huffs at your words, watching the way your linen top billows in the sea breeze, gleaming under the scorching summer sun. He decides he has no other choice than to follow begrudgingly. He stumbles on his feet, shells crunching at contact, and sees you looking back at him, eyes bright. The curve of your smile goes unnoticeable.

“I thought we were meant to be on holiday,” he calls out to you and his brother.

You merely laugh, and Newt responds without turning back, “Nobody mentioned a holiday, Theseus.”

Theseus scoffs, “Well, I presumed it was, considering you invited me to Greece. Of all places!”

Without warning, you abruptly halt, swiftly turning to face him.

“We find ourselves on this beautiful, secluded Grecian beach, and you're complaining?” You gesture to your surroundings in big movements, arms moving in sweeping motions.

You’re right, he’s being dramatic. Perhaps he finds himself a little sceptical towards your shenanigans with Newt. How you were always closer to his brother than him, even though he never dared admit it to himself that he wished it was the other way around.

Theseus is silent when you fix him with a stern gaze, nearing him. “All I’m saying is, you should loosen up a little.”

There it is. That glint in your stare. It’s hopeful.

Theseus realised long ago that he would do anything for you and be anything you wanted him to be.

“I am loose. I can be loose.”

Your laugh comes off more like a scoff. You don’t believe him one bit. “Right.”

Then, your fist connects with his arm. It’s playful, just like old times. Theseus winces, his palm instinctively rubbing his bicep as he shoots you a maddened look. Despite the irritation etched on his face, the subtle curve on his lips betrays it.

You laugh again. It’s light and sends his heart thrumming faster than ever. 

“Come on –”

"Look!" newt exclaims, his voice ringing out excitedly. “Over there.” He points toward the shore with the widest grin Theseus has ever seen.

You immediately grip Theseus’ wrist, pulling him along as you dash towards Newt.

“Hippocamps,” you breathe out, merely a whisper, eyes trained on the clear waters beyond.

Theseus turns to you and clocks on your wide-eyed gaze. Your mouth hangs slightly agape in utter awe as you take in the scene unravelling before you. Glints of deep blue swirl under the crystal waters, their scales glistening like scattered glitter under the Grecian sun.

Then, you release your hold on his hand. 

“I’m going in.”

The brothers snap their heads to you, “What?”

You turn to Theseus, “I know these creatures better than anyone. You know that.” Then, your gaze shifts to Newt, “Even more than you, Newt.”

A beat. He sees that you’re now looking at him expectantly as if you need his assurance. That he trusts you. He really doesn’t know why you need it.

“Just… be careful.”

You purse your lips and nod. “I will.”

The waves lap rhythmically as you approach the waters cautiously, gentling wading through and towards the Hippocampi. The water rises to your waist. You catch a hint of a tail under the sunlight, iridescent and reflecting the ocean's blue and green hues.

You take a deep breath – the key is to be calm. Extremely calm. You extend your palm, luminous kelp in your grasp, hoping to lure the creature.

Then, its head emerges from the waters, a horse for a head. The creature curiously eyes the kelp in your hand as you watch in controlled excitement as the others drift closer. You cannot help but smile.

Yet, something beneath you rumbles. It’s so slight that you almost miss it. But it sends a rippling uneasiness to your surroundings that it alarms the creatures. The air shifts, and before you know it, the Hippocampi sense an unseen threat and quickly disappear into the ocean.

Your smile drops.

You see it, a sleek form of green drifting in the depths beneath you. It glides through the water with stealth.

Ashore, Theseus senses your concern. “Something’s wrong.”

Then, he sees you turn to them with panicked eyes.

Abruptly, the water erupts with a powerful surge, and a beast rises from the depths and leaps into the air. Its mane of waterweed cascades with its movement.

It’s a Kelpie.

Newt and Theseus watch in stunned silence.

As the Kelpie vanishes beneath the waves, you’re gone.

Theseus’ heart drops.

Instinctively, Theseus calls your name, charging towards the place you stood moments before. In his sprint, he throws a quick, urgent glance over his shoulder at Newt, who scrambles closely behind, his expression etched with mirrored exasperation.

“Why in Godric’s name is a Kelpie doing here?!”

“That’s a good question –”

Theseus isn’t listening anymore. He can’t think right now, his heart pounding fiercely. Each step intensifies the knot in his stomach.

He finds himself slicing through the waves and propelled beneath the surface. His vision goes blur momentarily; elusive silhouettes move around him like drifting shadows. But as his eyes begin to take focus, he sees Newt, a feet away, seemingly going after the Kelpie.

Theseus whirls around, eyes scanning his surroundings.

He sees you, conscious. You’re looking at him with wide eyes, struggling to stay afloat.

Theseus closes in, and he reaches out, arms enveloping you. With a forceful pull, you are brought to the surface, head heavy against his chest. Your sharp gasp pierces the air, it resonates loudly, but it settles a sense of relief in Theseus.

As you’re pulled to shore, you’re induced into a coughing fit, water forcefully expelling from your lips. Theseus hovers above you, his hand on the back of your head, lifting it from the ground in an attempt to ease your choking. His other palm rests against your cheek firmly.

He says your name, his voice laced with reassurance, yet his gaze lingers with a perpetual panic as he hovers above you, the sunlight casting a halo through his tousled hair. Theseus looks truly distressed.

“Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?!” he exclaims, exasperated in all his dramatic and uptight glory.

“Just… trying to keep you on your… toes, that’s all,” you manage to croak out.

Theseus's laugh passes off as an exhale and grins, shaking his head. Quickly, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

You instantly feel your cheeks start to burn.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

You just smile. “No promises.”

Then, laughter echoes in the distance. Both of you turn to find Newt emerging from the shore, eyes bright.

"That was incredible!"

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[captainsophiestark]

Pay No Attention to the Magizoologist

Theseus Scamander x Reader

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Requested by anon!

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Y/N and Newt have been friends for a long time, and for almost as long, Y/N has also had a crush on Newt's older brother Theseus. Years and years later, after their Hogwarts days, several run-ins with Grindelwald, the death of Leta Lestrange, and the wedding of Queenie and Jacob, Newt is still subverting Ministry rules in the name of helping his creatures. And, as usual, Y/N is an accomplice in his schemes. So, when Newt goes running out the door with his creatures and Jacob in tow, it falls to Y/N to distract Theseus and keep him from following Newt's trail. And this distraction might just lead to a bigger change than any of them bargained for.

Word Count: 2,439

Category: Fluff

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"What do we do?"

"I don't know!"

I looked between Newt and Jacob as they debated, coming off as a little bit more than panicked. They needed to get out of here with Newt's briefcase, without getting held up by the Ministry of Magic. Unfortunately for both of them (and me), Theseus was on his way here as we spoke, and there was no doubt he'd slow down the boys' mission.

"Why is your brother coming after us in the first place?" demanded Jacob.

"Because technically, what we're doing here is illegal. The Ministry of Magic has specific procedures they want me to follow before releasing any of my creatures into their natural habitats, but this time, waiting for their bureaucracy to process things will take too long. My newest rescue won't do well waiting around in captivity for longer than they already have," answered Newt. Jacob looked more stressed than he'd been before.

"Oh great!"

"You two get out of here," I said, jumping into the middle of their argument after watching their back-and-forth for a while. "I'll stay here and slow down Theseus."

They both stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at me, incredulous expressions on their faces. After a few beats of silence, the three of us just looking between one another, Newt spoke up.

"Y/N, are you sure?"

"Yeah, Newt, I'm sure. I can distract him just fine, and you guys need to get out of here. You need Jacob for this a little more than you need me, and I can always meet up with you both later."

Newt stared at me for a few moments, then closed all the distance between us to clasp a hand on my shoulder. He met my eyes with an earnest look, and it made my heart warm to see my best friend like that.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"Of course. Just be safe, the both of you."

Newt nodded, his way of promising, before heading out the door, Jacob with him. I watched them go, and then just like that, I was alone in our little loft hideout.

I'd been best friends with Newt for the majority of my life. Since Hogwarts, in fact. He and I got along like wildfire, and had since our first year together at Hogwarts. I would do anything for him. Theseus and I, on the other hand, were a different story.

I'd had a crush on my best friend's older brother for basically our entire time at Hogwarts. Theseus, on the other hand, had barely noticed me beyond my role as his kid brother's friend, and our relationship had only cooled as I'd spent more time helping Newt and less time fawning over him. In the wake of Leta Lestrange's death, however, Newt and Theseus had gotten close again, and I'd done my best to be there for both of them as well. Theseus and I had gotten to the point of actually being able to call each other friends recently, and I only hoped my decision to distract him today in order to give Newt a clean getaway wouldn't ruin that new step in our relationship.

Oh well. Sometimes, there was no other option but to back your crazy best friend's crazy play, no matter the cost.

I paced around the room for a few minutes, trying to brace myself to see Theseus, but before I was anywhere near ready I heard a loud knock at the door. I couldn't help jumping, but then I did my best to quickly compose myself and went to answer it.

"Theseus!" I said, feigning surprise when I saw the serious face of the Auror before me. He kept trying to lean around me to see inside the little apartment Newt and I had turned into a temporary hideout, and I kept leaning to block him. "What a surprise! It's so good to see you, it's been so long!"

"Y/N, where's my brother?" he demanded, his eyes at last settling on me instead of the space behind me. I fought back a gulp as I forced a smile onto my face instead.

"Newt? Uh... I haven't seen Newt in a while now, actually. I thought he was spending some family time with you?"

Theseus gave me a look that clearly said he wasn't buying any of my nonsense.

"We both know he's not spending time with me. He's been hiding out with you while planning some nonsensical scheme that's going to get both him and his muggle friend into deep trouble. Now tell me where he is."

"What? I mean, uh..."

"Y/N, I'm sorry, but I don't have time for this."

With that, he stepped forward, forcing me to step back or else be run straight into. He pushed into the living room, leaving me standing by the open door behind him, then poked his head into the kitchen in search of Newt.

"Newt! Come out, we need to talk!" he called. He stopped, apparently deciding Newt wasn't in the kitchen, before heading into the living room. I rolled my eyes and closed the front door.

"Please, come right in and make yourself comfortable," I deadpanned. Theseus just shot me a look over his shoulder as he continued to move around my living room. I huffed a sigh, but got dragged back into action as Theseus made his way across the room, getting closer to the back door Newt and Jacob had disappeared out of. If he got there, to the spot they'd left from, odds were significantly higher he'd be able to track them down, especially with a little magical help.

I just needed to buy Newt a little more time. He and Jacob were catching a portkey in twenty minutes, and if Theseus couldn't get to them before that, they'd be in the clear.

"So, uh, the Ministry is still trying to prevent the release of some animals, yeah? That's uh... that's what this whole thing is about?"

"My brother is trying to release dangerous animals into the wild," said Theseus, not halting his search through my living room. I took a few steps closer to him as they spoke. "Keeping them safe in his sanctuary is one thing, but turning them loose on the world is another..."

"I've met all of those animals, none of them seem particularly dangerous to me," I countered, crossing the room all the way to Theseus now. I moved in front of him, standing between him and his search of the top of my fireplace mantle. His eyes landed on me, an exasperated expression on his face.

"Y/N, please. Newt just needs to get a permit, and go through the proper channels. Then he can release whatever animals he wants."

I couldn't help rolling my eyes. "Oh please, you and I both know the Ministry will take ages. Some of those animals will be much better off if they're released now, and not a year from now."

"All the same, I need to do my job and get my brother back. Then maybe I can help him get his permit expedited, but until then, he has to wait. So, if you're done attempting to stall me..."

With that, he turned to start hunting through the rest of my living room, following Newt's trail. I moved after him, hovering over his every step and trying to erase any trace of Newt when I caught it before Theseus.

"Actually, I'm not done stalling you. I think we should talk a little more. Now that we're back to being friendly, you know, I think-"

"Nice try, Y/N, but it's not going to work," said Theseus, a slight smile on his face as he continued to make his way through my living room. "I can talk to you and search for my brother at the same time."

I looked around the room for some sign of inspiration to slow down Theseus, but started to panic as he headed for the door Newt and Jacob had left through. He flung it open and was about to walk out, which meant I had to do something, now.

"Wait!" I cried, rushing across the room towards him. He paused with a sigh and turned back to me, wand in-hand and ready to track Newt and Jacob.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, but I really can't stick around right now. I have a job to do."

"Okay, but just one second. This is important!" I said, slipping into the doorway between him and his target. He leaned forward and into my space, and I couldn't help feeling a little giddy at his proximity. I blame that feeling for clouding my judgment and impacting my next decision.

"What is it, Y/N?" he asked. I panicked, trying to think of something, but I couldn't focus on anything beyond the handsome, wonderful man in front of me and the fact that I could NOT let him through the door. He sighed and took a half step forward, placing his hand gently on my waist to move me aside, and I did the only thing that came to mind.

I grabbed Theseus' shoulders, leaned up, and kissed him full on the mouth.

My brain short circuited all over again as we kissed, and I swear fireworks surrounded us. Then, a moment later, reality set in. I jerked away from Theseus and my hand flew to my mouth, horror sinking in at my actions. I couldn't believe I'd just done that.

"Theseus..." I looked up at him to find him staring blankly off into the space just over my shoulder, looking completely shocked. "Oh my God... I am so, SO sorry!"

Theseus didn't respond, which got rid of any of the remaining fireworks lingering around me. I couldn't believe I'd just done that. Theseus and I had just started to get to a place where we had a good relationship, and I'd probably just destroyed it.

"Theseus, please, I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't have done that. I just... I needed to keep you from going after Newt, and... and it was the only thing I could think to do. Oh God." I facepalmed. Then, against the rational part of my brain screaming to let me give it control again, I kept talking. "I- well, I've had a crush on you since we were kids, and we were standing so close together and it's like my mind went blank, and it was the only thing I could think of-"

My ramble finally, mercifully got cut off as Theseus wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back to his side of the doorway before pushing me up against the wall right next to it. Before I could get my brain restarted, he was kissing me, with a level of passion and emotion that I'd only ever dreamed about.

Once I got over my own shock, I wasted no time kissing him back. I tangled my hands in his hair as his grip tightened around my waist, and we stayed like that for a long few moments before finally coming up for air.

We were breathing hard as we met each others' eyes, our faces barley an inch apart. He seemed as shocked as me that we'd actually just done that, and I couldn't help the joyful laugh that bubbled out of me.

"Theseus... what was that?" I asked, a smile steadily growing on my face as I fondly ran my hand through his hair again. He smiled back at me, a slightly sheepish grin on his face even though he looked just as happy as I did.

"I've had feelings for you for a few months now," he breathed. "I didn't know how to tell you, since we'd just gotten back on friendly terms and I didn't want to ruin anything..."

"I've been doing the same thing," I said. We shared disbelieving laughs, and I surveyed Theseus fondly while he looked me up and down with the same care. Theseus leaned in and rested his forehead against mine, the smile still on his face and his voice still a little breathless when he spoke.

"So... I kind of need to go chase my brother now, but... any chance you'd let me take you to dinner tomorrow night?"

I beamed back at him, leaning up to give him a light, soft kiss before responding.

"I'd love that, Theseus."

"Good! Great. Then... it's a date."

"It's a date."

We shared another smile, Theseus still looking a little giddy as he at last stepped away from me and moved towards the door again. The sweet smile turned into more of a smirk as he took one step outside, on his way to follow the path his brother had taken not long ago.

"So... you're not going to try to stop me going after Newt anymore?" he asked, a little of the confident swagger I loved so much back in his tone and body language.

"No," I said with a shrug. "He's gotten far enough away by now that you can't catch him."

Theseus groaned and looked up at the sky, then settled his gaze back on me.

"I hope you're wrong, Y/N. But if you're not... you're buying the first round of drinks as compensation."

"You're on," I replied with a grin of my own. "Have fun on your wild goose chase! Don't let the Ministry people get you down. Newt's doing the right thing."

Theseus just sighed, although he wasn't quite able to keep a fond smile off his face. Whether it was for me, his brother, or the both of us, I wasn't sure.

He gave me one last smile and nod before finally heading all the way out the door, shutting it behind him as he resumed his work. I smiled after him and slowly sank down the wall, my fingers brushing over my lips where Theseus' had just been. It didn't seem quite real to me that the past few minutes had really happened, but I knew for a fact it was real. And that I had a date with Theseus Scamander tomorrow night.

Newt was never going to believe me when I told him the story. Helping him with his crazy shenanigans had never turned out so well.

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[itsisats]

Care for you, Theseus x reader one-shot

Hey everyone!

This is my first ever fic posted here, and my first Theseus Scamander x reader. Hope you enjoy! <3

If everything goes well, I’ll try to update regularly and maybe open for requests.

This fic includes smut.

Summary: After meeting in a little late wearing the same clothes as you had the day before, Theseus draws conclusions. A little jealousy makes him realise his true feelings for you, causing him to act upon them. Fluff with smut.

Word count: 2.8k

(GIF not mine, credit to owner)

Theseus glanced up to the big clock in the office. The minute hand had reached 3. Which means it’s three minutes past 8 in the morning. And you weren’t there yet. Where were you? In all the years Theseus had known you, you were never once late. It was only three minutes past. To anyone else that might have seemed like nothing, but Theseus was starting to grow worried. Nothing was wrong, right? It was only a couple of minutes; surely, you’d be here any minute now. The minute hand struck 4. Theseus couldn’t bring himself to open the file of cases in front of him on his desk.  

You and Theseus had been the best of friends ever since he had saved you from some bullies during your second year at Hogwarts. From there, he’d always sat beside you in class and in The Great Hall during meals. You’d even gone to visit the Scamander household in some holidays. The Scamanders all loved you. Even his younger brother Newt, who overall wasn’t very fond in the presence of people, enjoying the presence of magical creatures more. Theseus and you had both applied for positions at The Ministry after leaving Hogwarts, and you were both fortunate enough to land positions as aurors. Not long after, Theseus got promoted to head auror, and you were beyond proud of your best friend.

Yeah. Best friend. That’s all he was to you, and you to him, but ever since a certain encounter during sixth year you had realised that you had feelings, romantic feelings, for Theseus.

It was during the Christmas break in sixth year. You were sat on Theseus bed, a blanket draped over you whilst you were reading a book. Theseus was helping his brother with something and had asked you to wait in his room. You were so entranced in your book, you didn’t notice when the door creped open and Theseus sneaked to the bed. He jumped onto you attacking you with tickles. You had laughed so much trying to push the brown-haired boy off of you. In one final push you both fell off the bed in a scrambling mess, resulting with you landing on top of him. You bot stayed frozen in place. Theseus had reached a hand up to remove a strand of hair from your face, which then went down to stroke your cheek. Then Mrs. Scamander had called that dinner was ready, and you and Theseus had scrambled off of each other and headed down to the dining room. Neither of you spoke of the incident and acted like nothing had happened.

But you couldn’t act like nothing had happened. Because something definitely happened inside of you. Every time Theseus would smile, your stomach would fill with butterflies, and every time he would hug you, which wasn’t a rare occurrence, your breath would hitch in your throat. You wouldn’t want to admit it, but you had caught feelings for your best friend.

Years went by, and you started to suppress these feelings, especially after you started working together, considering the unprofessionalism.

The minute hand reached 7, and you came running into the office as quietly as you could muster. However, your arrival didn’t go unnoticed by Theseus, who in fact had waited for you. As you were getting settled in your chair and were about to open up a file a throat cleared from above you.

You looked up through your eyelashes and was met by a pair of concerned blue orbs.

“You’re late”

“Oh come on, Thes, everyone is late every once in a while. It was only seven minutes!”

“Yes. Everyone. Everyone except you. Not once in all the years I’ve know you have you been late. Never”

His eyes scanned your outfit.

“You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday” he stated.

Ah, yes. You were indeed. And it didn’t go unnoticed by Theseus’ trained investigative auror eyes. Your cheeks flushed red. You didn’t want to admit it, especially not to your best friend, but your dating life wasn’t going particularly well. With you trying to ignore the feelings you held for the very man standing in front of you and your busy work life, establishing a romance was not easy. So, occasionally you’d have one-night stands to fulfil your needs. Nothing wrong about that. You were single and far too busy to settle for a real relationship. Or so you believed yourself. Everyone craved the touch of another human every now and then.

“Yes, so? Is that against the Ministry policy?” you half-heartedly joked and looked down at your papers again.

“Who is he?” Theseus asked with a harsh tone. He didn’t mean for it to come out that way, but he was confused but he also felt… angry? Sad? He couldn’t tell. All he knew was, that you were wearing the same clothes as you had worn to work yesterday, which again, was very unlike you. He therefore came to the first conclusion that popped into his head. You hadn’t slept in your own bed.

“I’m sorry?”. You were taken aback by his sudden outburst of a question, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to discuss your unsuccessful love life with your best friend, crush and boss.

“Who is he?” he asked again. This time calmer, but tense. Was he clenching his jaw?

“Theseus, what are you talking about?” you tried to avoid.

“Who’d you sleep with last night?” he asked boldly, crossing his arms and staring at you intensely.

“Listen, Thes, it’s no one. Nothing really. It doesn’t matter, and frankly I don’t think it concerns you” you sighed, not wanting Theseus to pry into your private affairs.

Theseus huffed, but didn’t ask any further questions, as he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You were after all his best friend, and he cared for you. Deeply. Perhaps a little more deeply than a friend. But that wasn’t something you had to know. Theseus sat down in his seat again. He didn’t utter a word the entire rest of the day.

You stepped into your flat, using your wand to dry off the London rain. You stepped out of your boots and hung up your coat by the door. After having changed into something more comfortable, you started to prepare some dinner for yourself. Tiredly you flicked your wand around chopping up vegetables on a cutting board, stirring pots and setting the table.

After a lazy meal, you sat in your couch reading the newest edition of a witch’s magazine.

 Theseus hadn’t been able to bring himself to eat anything. His mind kept drifting to you, and the thought of you with another man made his stomach churn. He had never felt like this before. A fiery feeling inside and almost feeling sick. He knew he cared for you, but perhaps in a whole other way than he had always thought. Perhaps he was just worried about you. Worried that you might get hurt by whomever you were with last night. Maybe he was worried like a protective brother. Nope. That was certainly not it. He was jealous. Jealous that another man got to caress and cherish your body. Who was this man? Did he even get to know your wonderful being? Get to learn, that not only were you a sight for sore eyes, but also a beautiful human being on the inside? You never failed to make Theseus laugh and you were kind. Oh so kind. You always made sure everyone in your presence was comfortable, not to mention your outstanding wit. Who did he fool? Theseus was absolutely head over heels for you, and he had to tell you. He didn’t care one bit about who you were with last night, all he knew was, that he had to make sure you never saw him again. And he wanted to make sure that you were only for his eyes, only for his hands and only for his heart. Before he knew it, his feet carried him to his hallway. He quickly put on his coat and boots and apparated to your flat.

A frantic knock lifted your gaze from the magazine. You picked up your wand and slowly walked towards your door. When you had opened your door, you were met with your best friend, who looked quite frustrated.

“Thes? What are-“

Your words were cut off with a pair of lips capturing yours. You dropped your wand as Theseus pushed you up against the nearest wall. Taken aback you didn’t kiss him back. This made him pull back.

“I-I’m sorry Y/N. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the thought of you with another man. Because you’re mine. You’ve always been mine and I care for you. So much. And the thought of you with another man, it makes my heart burn. I didn’t want to admit it earlier, but I have fallen for you. Fallen hard-” he took your hands into his  “- and I’d love to prove to you, how much you mean to me” he kissed your knuckles.

You were frozen in place. His eyes frantically searched for something in your eyes saying that you wanted the same. You wanted to say something. Wanted to scream that you had loved him ever since Christmas in sixth year, but nothing came out. Your eyes flicked down to the lips that had just been upon yours and then up to his hopeful but seeking eyes.

“Y/N please say something” he whispered.

“What if I don’t want to say anything?” you whispered back.

He looked desperate, so you quickly decided that now, in this very serious and intimate moment, was not a time to joke. You grabbed either side of his face and pulled him to your lips in a heated kiss. He urgently kissed back one hand coming around your neck whilst the other snaked around the small of your back pulling flush against him. His lips were soft, and they moved against yours in a perfect sync sensually. He leaned his head to the side pecking your lips with his tongue, asking for entrance. You let him. It was heated. Your tongues moved alongst each other battling for dominance, him winning in the end. You pulled away to catch your breath which caused Theseus to groan lowly.

He quickly moved his lips to your neck where he started to nibble along the soft flesh, sucking and leaving marks a few places. Your hands moved into his hair pulling softly at the curls of his auburn hair. He kissed up your throat all the way to your lips, capturing them in a slow heated kiss. Then he pulled away panting.

“Would it be alright, if we brought this to the bedroom?” he asked, his voice laced with lust. Ever the gentleman. You simply nodded and brought his face back to yours. He hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to your bedroom.

But once inside your bedroom, the gentleman façade quickly dissolved. He pulled at your shirt trying to take it off of you. You obliged craving his touch as much as he craved yours. Next article of clothing to loose was your pants. He pulled away from your lips, much to your dismay and you reached out for him silently pleading him to keep kissing you. His eyes ranked over your almost naked form. Then his head duck down as he started kissing over your body.

“My.. beautiful.. girl.. only.. mine..” he muttered between kisses. You pulled at his dress shirt.

“It hardly seems fair that you’re still all dressed” you managed to pant out.

Craving your touch, Theseus quickly got rid of his clothes as well, leaving you both in your undergarments. Your hands were quick to slide over his fit body. He groaned lowly in appreciation, clearly enjoying your roaming hands. Although, that was a quick indulgence as he swiftly moved down you body laving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses. When he reached your underwear he hooked a finger under the hem of it, looking up and searching your eyes for some kind of consent. You smiled at him and hummed a needy “yes”. He slowly slid down your underwear ad threw them somewhere. You didn’t really care. What he was met with doubtlessly made him more turned on than he already was. His cock was rock hard in his underwear standing proud and needy for your throbbing wet folds.

But he must wait with pleasing himself. For now, it was about you. He slowly dipped his head down teasing your clit with his tongue. You gasped at the sensation, and your hands were quick to snake into his curly hair, which you pulled at softly. Theseus brought up a finger to rub against your folds and as he was pleasuring your clit with his tongue, he slid his finger inside of you curling it. You were already a moaning mess as his tongue and finger were working wonders on you. You called out his name as you were nearing your high, which made Theseus moan against your folds sending up pleasurable vibrations. You moaned loudly as he kept licking and gently sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves along with his finger pumping in and out of you.

“I’m close” you managed to gasp merely seconds before you came, your juices spilling onto his fingers which he happily licked clean. He then moved up over your body, gently rubbing his hardened member against your hip, desperate for some friction. You helped him remove his underwear, and you heard him mutter a protection spell under his breath before he started rubbing the tip of his cock along your entrance, his tip already slick with precum. He looked you in the eyes and kissed you intensely before putting his weight on his elbows his face creeping into your neck, kissing you softly.

“You’re so beautiful darling” he whispered in your ear. All you could do was let out a breathy moan and pull at his shoulders.

“Needy, are we?” he chuckled, his voice raspy and filled with lust. He couldn’t hold back himself any longer as he slowly slid into you. His cock twitched in anticipation, and he let out a low gasped moan. He stilled letting you get used to having him inside of you. He was big, but he filled you up perfectly.

You kissed his lips, urging him to move. He obeyed. Theseus was a passionate lover. He was sensual, moving in a slow but rhythmic pace. You could tell we was trying to hold back, so he could please you. Putting your pleasure above his. But he was also needy, letting out small grunts and moans with each thrust. His sensual thrusts made him able to go deep, hitting your g-spot over and over. You moaned in his ear, which only got him more turned on. He picked up his pace, still going deep but faster.

His thrusts became sloppier, and his moans more drawn out. He was close.

“Cum for me” you whispered in his ear, and that seemed to do the trick.

“Ah- fuck Y/N!” he moaned as he came, spilling his seed inside of you.

He kept still, as he tried to catch his breath. You were both panting messes. Then he slowly pulled out and kissed your forehead.

“Stay here” he said in a low raspy voice. He got up and went into your bathroom, coming back soon after with a warm towel. He cleaned up some of his seed that had spilled from your cunt, and gently wiped your inner thighs with the warm cloth. It was an odd but nice feeling. The small gesture showed that he also genuinely cared for you. He went back to the bathroom with the towel and hung it up after having cleaned it.

His eyes ranked over your naked body, the afterglow of sex radiant.

“Are you going to stand there all night, or are you coming over here so we can lay together?” you giggled.

“I’m sorry. You’re so entrancing. I can’t believe I finally have you”.

You smiled at his words as he came to the other side of the bed to lay down and softly cradle you in his arm. He kissed the top of your head and smelled in your scent.

“I’m sorry I didn’t buy you dinner first. That wasn’t very gentleman-ish of me” he mumbled.

You simply laughed and replied “Is’ okay”.

You rolled onto your other side, still laying with Theseus’ strong arms wrapped around you, so that you were now in a spooning position. He kissed you right below your ear and whispered “I love you, Y/N”.

Both of you had your eyes closed.

“I love you too, Thes” you silently mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear, as you both drifted off to sleep.

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[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.

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The moment when you find out that both Harry and Newt:

⚫Only went to Hogwarts for 6 years

⚫Both fought an extremly dark wizard with the help of Dumbledore

⚫Had a big, flying magical bird who they had a connection with.

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Hi!I would like to request a Theseus Scamander one shot where they were engaged before the crimes of grindelwald and after that event they kind of end up in a crisis and broke up and meet again in SOB and it’s kinda awkward at first but fluff in the end please thank you if you’ll do it❤️

A Diamond Ring

Warnings: None!

Summary: Grindelwald put Theseus in a tough position. He broke off a loving engagement and swore to never see his beloved fiancée again… that is… until unforeseen circumstances happened.

Pairing: Theseus Scamander x fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

He was cold and cunning. He was strange and aloof.

We didn't do much together anymore, and when we did, Theseus was a million miles away. His thoughts were floating through the abyss, far from the present.

As I rode the elevator to his floor, a sick feeling began to brew in the pit of my stomach. Everything was a mess. Nothing had been right in a long, long time.

I was gambling every time I turned a corner or opened a door. I was gambling my own life. One day, someone would be hiding behind a door or around a corner, and it would only take one wave of a wand to wipe me off the face of the earth.

The feeling in my stomach only grew worse. Our engagement had been on thin ice for months, ever since he joined in the fight to stop Grindelwald, but this would be the end. All the years together wasted because of one man.

Theseus’s office door loomed over me at the end of the hall, taunting me. I hesitated to enter. If my assumptions were right, this talk with Theseus would be my last as his fiancee. I would always be in danger as long as I was associated with him, whether it be being taken prisoner or murdered at the hands of Grindelwald.

I knocked once.

Silence. The blow echoed around the room before returning to me. Behind the heavy wood door, there were no signs of life.

No movement.

No voices.

I tried the knob. The lock slipped from the frame with a click as the cold metal spun in its place.

“Thank god…”

As I gently pushed the door open, I murmured to myself.

The hinges didn’t creak.

The door slowly opened to reveal my fiance, his back to me as he hunched over his desk.

I'd never seen him like this before in my life. He was always strong and self-assured. He was always energetic.

He was defeated, crushed under an invisible weight.

His broad shoulders were hunched, his head hanging down in defeat.

The blinds were drawn, and the office was pitch black, save for a single candle perched on his desk that did little to break through the blanket of darkness.

I swallowed my nerves, rubbing my clammy hands against my skirt as I took deep breaths to calm my wobbly knees and racing heart.

“Theseus?”

His contagious defeat wafted through the air and consumed me. I sounded helpless.

There was no response. The man remained motionless, hunched over his desk. My nerves were growing worse by the second, the suspense continuing to eat me up inside.

“Theseus, darling? You wanted to see me?”

His ragged breathing could be heard very faintly through the deafening silence.

“Theseus… What’s going on?”

His demeanor was uneasy and shaken, which added to the tense atmosphere.

My feet had turned into two cement blocks, unable to be moved. I could only stand there, staring blankly at the man I loved who was in so much pain.

I dragged my cement blocks across the hardwood floor, my fists balled at my sides. My brow was beginning to sweat, and my insides were flying around my rib cage.

There was a shift in the air, and there was definite uncertainty. Whatever force dictated our future was undoubtedly perplexed, vigorously writing whatever it deemed to be a necessary path as the future began to unfold.

“Theseus?”

I gently placed a hand between his shoulder blades, feeling the tension ricochet around my insides. He flinched, not expecting me to touch him.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

I wrapped my arms around his waist, which had shrunk in recent weeks. I hugged him gently, not wanting to break him. I laid my chin on his shoulder and rested my head against his.

He wasn't his usual warm and welcoming self. He was emotionless and completely unfeeling. He didn't even want to look at me.

I would have been deeply hurt if I hadn't been so concerned about his well-being. As I hugged him tightly into my body, I could feel his weak breathing pass through my chest.

“Darling?-”

“I think we should call off the engagement.”

No… No.

He didn’t say that.

I was imagining things.

I was hurt, completely broken.

My mind was playing cruel tricks on me.

That was the only logical explanation.

“What?”

I didn't move an inch. I maintained my calm demeanor because I had convinced myself that everything was an illusion. When I awoke, we'd be in bed, holding each other with stupidly big smiles on our faces as the soft glow of the morning sun seeped in through the cracks in our curtains.

“I don’t think we can be engaged anymore…”

What was he on about? He was babbling incoherently. Only a month ago, we were both overjoyed at the prospect of being bound by law. We were planning our honeymoon, the location of our wedding, and who would be the best man and maid of honor.

And he was just... ending it? He was killing everything we had built.

“Theseus I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

My tone was light, perhaps too light for the situation... because it was all a dream. This was all made up. This was a hallucination brought on by my concern for his life as he fought evil every day.

“Grindelwald knows I’m after him Y/N… our relationship puts a target on your back.”

Now the conversation was grabbing my attention.

“You think I don’t know that, Theseus?... I do… it’s all I can think about every day of my life.”

I place a tender kiss on his cheek.

“I’m not worthless Theseus… I know how to defend myself-”

“I never said you were worthless… but you against Grindelwald and all of his henchmen will surely end in disaster.”

He didn't look at me, as if seeing my eyes would make this situation ten times more difficult than it already was. He was ripping off the bandage, attempting to end our relationship as quickly and painlessly as possible.

He looked down at the wood desk, studying every minor flaw as he remained engrossed in his own thoughts.

“Well… what if I’m willing to take that risk?”

Theseus scoffed.

“It’s easy to say you’re willing to take the risk… but if Grindelwald gets his hands on you and uses you as leverage… you’ll be wishing you never got yourself involved.”

“Theseus-”

“I’d never be able to live with myself if something happened to you, Y/N.”

“I know-”

“Get out of my office Y/N…”

He was firm. His patience had worn thin, and the only way to get me out of this predicament was to use force.

Hearing him speak so harshly to me broke my heart. Throughout it all, despite my attempts to look him in the eyes one last time, he never made eye contact with me.

“Theseus-”

“Go home Y/N… and never come around here again…”

This still didn't make sense to me. I wanted to cry, but Theseus was cold. I didn't have anything to build on. As a result, my sorrow died within me. My face and words were devoid of any trace of emotion. I was a robot, who only spit out automated responses rather than feeling the emotions present.

My arms relaxed and dropped. I took a step back, realizing this was the end of the road. Nothing I could do or say could persuade him otherwise.

“Okay…”

I mumbled, fiddling with the opulent engagement ring on my finger.

“I guess… this is how things should be…”

I suppose it was the right thing to do, regardless of how much it hurt me. But I’d take the risk if it meant not losing him.

“Well… I guess I’ll go now.”

He was emotionless. He made no indication that he had even heard me speak.

I couldn't believe our relationship was ending... and in this way! I didn't know if this was the last time I'd see him, but I couldn't cry. I couldn't cry because I knew in the end, no matter how much it hurt me, this was how it should be.

And I despised the fact that he was correct.

So I turned and walked out of his office, my heart empty and my face blank.

I didn't even look back when I reached the door because I knew it would only make things worse. I'd seen everything I needed to see, and another look was unnecessary.

I closed his office door behind me… and now, there was no more us. There was just me, and him.

-

It had been exactly two years. Two agonizing, heartbreaking years. For two years, I went to bed completely alone.

I cast a glance at the gleaming diamond, which was perched next to my sink as I washed my hands before cooking dinner. When my hands were dry, I slipped it back onto my finger.

I couldn't bear getting rid of it. I had to have it with me at all times. It was the only thing I had left of him.

I hadn't seen him since he said good-bye to me in his office. I even went back to his workplace, only to find his office empty.

My life is now peaceful and quiet... very quiet.

I hate it.

I despise going to bed every night knowing that the next day will be the same as today. I despise having to put on presentable clothes just to go grocery shopping for myself. I despised the fact that I was alone. I despised going to sleep with no one by my side.

Nothing was right nowadays. Quite the opposite, everything was wrong.

He was never present when I went to work. I'm not sure what happened to him, but he wasn't where he used to be. The Ministry of Magic was devoid of him. When I asked my superiors, they always said they were on his side and wouldn't tell me where he was relocated.

I eventually gave up fighting. I knew if I worked harder, I'd be able to find him. But there was a part of me that didn't want to find him.

I knew he'd be upset. I knew he'd simply move further away. Besides, as much as I missed him, I knew I was much safer when he was far away.

-

“Hey Y/N… you have a new assignment… in Portugal this Friday… think you can make it?”

I took the file from my boss's hands, flipping through the contents.

“Sure… not like I’d be doing anything important on a Friday night anyway…”

I sighed deeply. This was a typical, “person violated the government and now officials are unsure what to do so they need outside help” kind of situation… typical… and extremely boring.

Well, on the plus side, I’ve never been to Portugal.

-

“Ugh!”

I sighed and flopped onto my hotel bed. This entire trip, I was completely consumed by work and had little time for anything enjoyable. Come on, Ministry of Magic, I needed some time off. This whole situation was insane, and to be honest, I feel like an expendable employee when they assign me these stupid tasks that are way below my pay grade.

On top of that, I was suffering from a severe headache.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to massage all the knots in my brain.

“I need ice.”

I required ice, a hot bath, and a warm bed. Then, hopefully, I'd have enough energy to endure another day of paid torutre.

I wrapped myself in one of the complimentary robes and made my way down the hall to the ice room. I was dressed in my pajamas and slippers, and my hair looked like a rat had made a home in it. Hopefully, this will be a quick and painless trip where I won't run into anyone I know.

After all, who among my friends could possibly be in Portugal at the same time as me?

As my slippers slid against the shaggy carpet, I wandered down the hallway, the dim fluorescent lights creating an almost eerie atmosphere. I opened the door to the refrigeration room, humming a tune and walking through the door frame without a care in the world.

No. No… it couldn’t be him.

“Theseus?”

I asked, half expecting a random stranger who resembled from behind to turn around.

But it was, indeed, him. I knew it the moment I saw his all-too-familiar form.

He turned, his face blank as he locked his gaze on the woman he swore he'd never see again.

“What are you doing?”

I asked, my heart flying around my ribcage like a caged bird.

“Getting ice.”

He said it so plainly... as if he hadn't just seen his previous lover, who had been gone for over two years.

“Oh… I mean-”

“I’m on assignment… from the Italian Ministry of Magic.”

I nodded my head.

“Italy… is that where you transferred to?”

“Yes.”

It was all I could do not to run into him and give him the biggest hug I could muster. Theseus… the man I had spent the last two years missing was standing right in front of me.

He still didn't appear to be himself... Still a little cold... But that could be because we had been quickly demoted to strangers.

“I guess…”

I dropped my eyes until they were in a position to study the white tile under my feet.

“I guess you don’t mind revealing personal information to me anymore…”

I laughed, a cold, empty laugh, because I didn't know what else to do in this strange and unexpected situation.

“The fight’s finished Y/N… Grindelwald is done for good… hopefully.”

I knew he was thinking exactly what I was thinking. If Grindelwald was defeated… wouldn’t that mean?

“Does that… does that mean?”

I drew my gaze away from the floor to meet his, which was already fixed on me.

His stare went from my eyes, to my hands.

Oh… that was certainly embarrassing.

Theseus scoffed.

“Well… it looks like the engagement was never off…”

I couldn't help but feel vulnerable. As I drew my hands up from my sides and twirled the ring around my finger in front of my stomach, my face flushed bright red.

I must appear completely desperate. I focused my attention on the ring on my finger, watching as the gleaming diamond captured and reflected light rays back to my eyes.

“I just…”

My voice trailed off, and I swallowed the large lump that was forming in my throat.

“I couldn’t bear to get rid of it…”

“You know there wasn’t a day that went by where I didn’t miss you Y/N…”

The atmosphere had shifted from uneasy to tense with anticipation. Theseus moved forward, dumping the ice bucket on a nearby table.

“I never stopped missing you either Theseus…”

Then he did something I never expected him to do. He took another step forward, until he was directly in front of me.

I sighed deeply, sensing that something was going on, and he was carefully considering his next move.

He then hugged me. He drew me close by wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into his strong chest.

He still smelled like his all familiar musky cologne.

And in that moment, I felt as I had over two years ago, when everything was okay.

Then, we both cried as we held each other close in the sad little ice room. The wave of emotions we were both experiencing in that very moment were too much for our fragile minds.

I hadn’t been home for a long time, because he was my home, and my heart would always belong to him.

“I love you Y/N… I never stopped loving you.”

I didn’t answer with words. Because words couldn’t truly convey what I was experiencing. My heart had gone from empty to full in mere minutes, and it was all thanks to his presence and strong arms comforting my body.

I pulled back, connecting my lips with his as tears of happiness spilled down my cheeks.

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Write Me, Will You?

Theseus Scamander x reader

…

Theseus realizes too late his feelings for you. You’ve taken a job transfer that will have you moving to America. He catches you just before you board a ferry.

…

Theseus is sure he’s never run faster in his life than this moment. He has to make it to you in time, he has to find you.

…

It had taken a mildly frustrating conversation with Newt for Theseus to realize why he was so upset with you. It’s not like he’s not happy for you, your new job sounds amazing and exciting, exactly the kind of job you had been dreaming of.

But Theseus misses you already.

“Maybe you should tell them how you feel?” Newt suggests, only half paying attention as he attempts to wrestle away something shiny from Teddy.

“Tell them that they should stay here because… I don’t even know why? Missing them doesn’t seem like a good enough reason for them to miss out on their dream job. What difference will telling them make?”

Newt pauses his tug of war with the Niffler, “I meant tell them how you feel, the other thing.”

“What other thing?”

Newt stares at his brother knowingly. “That you love them.”

…

Now Theseus is searching frantically for you at the ferry boarding. It’s set to leave soon; what if you had already boarded and he already missed you?

“Theseus?”

Your voice comes from just behind him and he turns, immediately pulling you into a hug. “Thank gods, I thought I had missed you.”

“Aw, did you come to see me off at the ferry? That’s really sweet Theseus, thank you.” You smile brightly at him, and Theseus feels like he might melt.

“I did- um- well I came to see you off but I needed to tell you something.”

You blink. “What is it? Is everything okay?”

“Yes! Yes everything is fine! Sorry, I’m just a bit nervous.” He scratches at his head awkwardly.

“Theseus,” you bump your hip against his gently, “it’s just me, there’s no need to be nervous okay?” You’re confused but also worried that Theseus seems so stressed.

“I just needed to tell you something, before you leave.” he takes your hand.

Just then the ferryman yells for last call for boarding.

“Theseus I have to go.”

His grip on your hand doesn’t loosen. “Please, it will just take a moment, or I’m afraid I won’t be able to tell you.”

Now you’re really worried. “Tell me, Theseus.” You bring both of your hands up to the sides of his face, meeting his eyes. He rests his hands gently over yours.

“I’m in love with you.”

It feels like the world has slowed, like everything has frozen except for this space between you two.

“Theseus-“

“I know that you’re leaving, and I know that my timing couldn’t be any worse, but I need you to know. And I’m hoping that there’s some small chance you feel the same.”

You pull Theseus down into a kiss in answer. “Your timing really is terrible.” you whisper against his lips, unable to stop a smile from forming.

You kiss him again, and again. His hands are in your hair, cradling your head so gently.

“Theseus I really have to go.” you say softly. This moment feels magical and you want to stay in it forever.

“I know.” he replies.

Neither of you move away from each other.

“You’ll write to me, won’t you?” You ask, hugging Theseus tight one last time.

“Of course. Every day, if you won’t get sick of me.”

“I won’t, promise.”

…

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Theseus Scamander x reader

This is my first ever fic! Hope you enjoy! Making this a series🪄💗

✨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|

You’re sitting in your office gazing at the stars outside, about to be off work. It’s winter in London, the weather outside is indeed frightful, snow is falling from the sky, and it might be the coldest night of the year but you don’t care because Christmas is only 20 days away! Yes, you were a sucker for Christmas, even though your family wasn’t Christian you just loved the Christmas spirit and everything that came with the heartwarming holiday. You moved to London about 6 months ago from the states. This was the first Christmas you’d be spending away from your family. And your ex who you broke up with before moving here because “long distance wasn’t going to work” for him, not to mention he flat out demanded you to quit your job. At this point you were basically over Peter (your ex) and that sadness that once filled your heart was now outpoured by curiosity for this new environment you were in. You liked London, sure the accents and lingo took some getting used to, but there was something magical about where you lived! You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but the city just twinkled with a spark that had to be other worldly.✨

You left work to take off on a dreadfully cold trip home. You had to take the trolley because your car was in the shop. Even though it was unbearably cold the beautiful bright lights, and Christmas decorations filled throughout the city took your breath away!

You entered the trolley only to see it filled with couples, it was cute, sweet even, but it also kinda reminded you that you were very single, which made you a little sad. You look down at your feet after noticing everyone staring at you (you thought it was because you were alone and felt awkward but in reality everyone was taken aback by your beauty). You were the prettiest girl in that town but you having an even prettier soul and heart of gold never paid much attention to looks, you just thought people were being nice when they’d compliment you.

As you stand looking down at your shoes wishing your car wasn’t in the shop you hear a deep voice with a strong British accent say “excuse me miss would you like to sit down?” You look up and see a tall gentleman with blue eyes, and curly short brown hair smile at you endearingly.

You smile back and say “I’m fine thanks.” He gets up and says “I insist” to which you look back again and say “no really I’m fine, my stop is coming up!” The trolley stops just in time for you to wave bye and hop off.

The trolley stranger doesn’t hesitate to follow you pretending that it was his stop as well (which you think is a bit strange).

“I’m Theseus by the way, Theseus Scamander” he says. You nod your head and continue to walk, sure you thought he was handsome but you’re wary about meeting literal strangers.

“Aren’t you going to tell me your name, miss” he says looking at you with almost puppy dog eyes, like he was a kid begging his Mom for that delicious piece of candy she wouldn’t let him have.

“I’m y/n, y/ln,” you say, as you both stop. His eyes filled with delight and amazement “ah what a beautiful name, almost as beautiful as you miss y/n.”

You smile “thank you Theseus….so was this really your stop?” (Asked with suspicion in your voice).

He laughs “I’ll be perfectly honest, it wasn’t but I couldn’t pass up the chance of knowing your name.” You blush, and start walking again.

He walks briskly to keep up with you “so if I may ask, do you live here, in London?”

“Yes I moved here not long ago for work, how about you?”

“Yes I live here as well, all my life actually!”

“Oh and what do you do for work?” You ask.

“I’m head aur- *he stops himself mid sentence* “head of the architecture department.” He says nervously hoping you wouldn’t notice that he meant to say head auror at the ministry of magic.

You didn’t notice though, you just thought he was a bit goofy, but you like goofy, you were goofy yourself, and suddenly you found this stranger somewhat charming.

Theseus insists on letting him walk you home to make sure you get there safely. You chuckle “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.” He pauses and looks at you with the most sincere stare “please y/n, you can trust me.” For some reason the warmth in his eyes made you feel safe, at ease almost, and you believed him.

So you both continue and the entire way you’re laughing, and talking about your life stories. It was easy with him. Finally you make it to your door “well this is me” you say. Theseus becomes sad realizing that your time together has come to an end. “Thank you for the company Theseus,” you say before turning away.

As you’re walking into your home he yells ‘Y/n wait!!” “Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow? Please! I insist! I’d love to take you out and show you around town!”

You look back and smile “sure, I’d love that, stop by around 6.”

Theseus literally jumps for joy thinking you didn’t notice but oh you did, you bust out laughing and his cheeks flush a bright red. “You’re cute” you say blowing him a kiss good bye and locking the door behind you.

You swoon as soon as you walk in and slide your back on the door. A rush of what feels like magic takes over your body, and you’re basking in the glow of your first post break up crush.

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Wild & Wicked - Theseus Scamander

No reposting . Reblog if you like

A/N : I am so nervous to write this but oh god. I CAN'T SLEEP WITHOUT WRITING THIS SHIT SO IF IT'S NOT GOOD PLS SKIP LOL. 😭 hope ya'll enjoy it

Summary : You knew what you were putting yourself into. Joining Grindelwald wasn't one of the smartest choices you ever made. But again, you didn't care much about the consequences of your actions. But when you saved a certain Auror from a killing curse your own side set off, you never knew it would change your life forever.

Warning : possible spoilers, mentions about death, fighting, swearing, typos and grammar error, I probably missed some things but I'll try to add them later-

Genre: enemies to lovers

Paring : Theseus Scamander x fm!reader

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You were under attack.

When the wall behind you was blown up, you were thrown off your chair and your head hit against the stone floor with such a brute force that your vision was turned into a disoriented array of black and white spots.

"Shit,” you said under your breath, quickly coming back to your senses as you looked around. You swiftly pulled your wand from your coat pocket.

The Castle had been blown to pieces, chairs scattered the floors, most of Grindelwald's men were strewn across the floor unconscious, and the dust was so heavy in the air that it was hard to breathe without coughing. For a moment you looked around trying to get your head back on straight as you looked around and saw the commotion around you. Some of the Grindelwald's men were disapparating and most of them being captured. There were only few of you fighting.

You peeked out from your spot for a one, a red flash of light nearly hitting you the moment you stuck your head out to get a view of the scene. "GET THEM!" Someone shouted as you dodged the spell. You could some of your people knocking out Aurors. Dark spells flying everywhere. The green flashes were bright in front of you and you knew that your people were killing.

Suddenly, clouds of sinister black smoke dipped in and out of the crumbling building as Grindelwald's followers apparated into view and immediately began casting spell after spell, aiming right for the Aurors.

No killing, just stun them enough to get out of here.

You were in your element as you walked into the battle, sending powerful magic rippling through the air, hitting the Aurors square in their chests with each forceful blow. You fought and fought, you could feel your magic straining from fighting for so long and then suddenly you were thrown into a brick wall, a groan escaping your mouth. You looked up to see your attacker. He was standing tall in the middle of the tomb, his wand still raised at you.

"You bastard," you muttered under your breath, you flicked your wand at him, sending a purple hex hurling at him as he deflected them with ease.

His voice was steady yet gentle when he first talked. "Give up already, there's no way for you to escape," he said as he flicked his wrist at a stunt spell you send at him, sending it back to you as you stoop up stepped out of your way. You frowned a him. He was right. You were outnumbered. Most of your teammates were being captured by Aurors.

So is that it? Askaban?

But it was at that moment when you heard a crack like a cannon erupting and turned just a moment before you saw a thousand sparks of red erupting towards you from another Auror’s wand. The force of the impact knocked you off your feet and you fell backward onto the stone-paved ground. Your head collided with the cobblestoned floor, a shard of broken glass from a latterly shattered window catching on your lip as you skid across the floor, tearing your skin open and filling your mouth with the metallic taste of your own pain.  Anger coursed through you as you scrambled to get up when you were lifted up by a strong grip on your arm.

It took you a few seconds to realise what was happening. He was standing too close to you, his blue eyes were pretty, you noticed, too pretty. The Auror was handsome, there's no denying that. You were a girl after all.

You stared at him which felt like forever when you felt the cold metal of cuffs closing around on each of your wrists with a soft click, restraining you from using your magic. You were too late when your head snapped towards your wrists. You looked at him with disbelief written all over your face while he was grinning at you smugly. Maybe that's why he couldn't see the deadly green curse flying at him from his side.

The next few seconds were a blur in your mind as your grabbed the man infront you by the shoulders and pushed him out of the way, saving the two of you from the deadly curse with not a moment to spare and sending both of you crashing onto the ground. A moment before your head collided with the rough floor you locked the eyes with the attacker, he was glaring daggers at you. You knew what you had done, but betrayal didn't even feel like a betrayal. In fact it felt like relief. and happy? You didn’t know why you had stepped in, but in the moment, it felt as though it wasn’t even a choice.

You were starting to feel the strain of the fighting take a toll on you and your head was ringing from her earlier fall. You let out a pained groan before your vision went spotty and then it was just the darkness that engulfed you.

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WHATEVER YOUR HEAD RESTED ON FELT FIRM, BUT ODDLY comfortable. You snuggled closer, feeling safe and warm—wait what-

Your eyes flew open.

You jerked back from handsome son of biscuit's shoulder so fast you cracked you head against the wall behind you. “Fuck!”

Theseus couldn't help but be amused at your clumsiness. It was like your head never gave you a break, always colliding with something. But that didn't stop him from being concerned about you as you looked around the room.

"Are you okay?" He asked with his brows high.

You ignored the concern in his voice and glared at him. You had no idea how long you’ve been out of it, not to mention your head hurt like a bitch.

"Who the hell are you?" was the first thing that came out of your mouth. You would've think you were in Azkaban but you don't think they have a messy yet cozy bedrooms like this.

He answered looking at you with expression which you couldn't quite put in place," Theseus, Theseus Scamander."

You've got to be shitting me

The freaking HEAD AUROR?

Right. That would explain the metal cuffs that were resting o your wrists, still. You huffed and turned around while taking in your surroundings trying to avoid his eyes as much as possible. And anyways what the hell was this place? moreover why would he bring me here.

"How's your head?" Theseus asked, trying to get your attention back at him which he perfectly managed to do.

"It's fine," no it's not. You could still feel the metallic taste on your mouth and your head-well it felt like a hungover. Apparently Theseus could see that too. He scoffed.

You looked down at your wrists and clenched your jaw. You tried to break them, channeling all of your magic into it but it was useless.

"Don't try, you can't get them out," Theseus said standing up staring at her blankly, even though you could see the twinkling behind them.

You scowled at him as you stoop up, the floorboard creaking under your legs. Theseus walked over, his figure casting a shadow over you as he silently pointed his wand at your face and fixed your busted lip. You lifted your fingers to the now healed spot before grumbling, “I could have done that.”

"A simple 'thank you' is sufficient," He said rolling his eyes as he turned away and walked towards the door.

"Why did you bring me here?" You asked as you followed him to the hallway. The place were colored in a dull yellow color, you could see shirts and socks thrown everywhere. It was a mess, honestly even messier than your room.

"Why did you save me?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Why didn't you let that curse hit me?" He repeated now slowly turning to look at you.

You thought about it. Honestly you didn't know why, it was just instinctual and you worried about why you had been so quick to jump to his defense. Sure you were on the bad side, or they say it is, but it never meant you wanted to kill.

But you didn't want him to know about it, so you just shrugged it off. He rolled his eyes again and started walking towards the door. He stopped right before it and turned to you and crossed his arms over his chest.

You raised your brow questioningly at him.

"Your hands. Do you want them free or not?" He asked in a taunting tone leaning across the door as he stared at you.

"Oh" was the only thing you could get out of your mouth as your stretched your arms toward him as he freed you out of the cuffs in a one swift motion. You muttered a small 'thanks' to him as he opened the door to bustling streets filled with muggles. You looked up at Theseus, who was now looking at you. This man is an Auror, and you are one of the closest follower of Grindelwald-well not now. How the fuck did you managed to end up at his home-or apartment whatever it is.

His eyes traveled towards your face and then back to your eyes, like he was searching for something, "Nobody has to know about this. Do you understand?" He finally spoke.

You scoffed. What did he think you were going to do? You were pretty sure you have being labeled as a traitor by now. Which mean you're probably on the hate list of Grindewald. You could almost imagine the unpleasant future you're going to have. Thinking about it almost brought your headache back.

"Sure thing," You replied nonchalantly, and with that, you showed past Theseus and set down to the busy street of god knows where.

In the wrong direction, of course.

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𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

@gabbydoesthings 2022, please do not repost!

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: A oneshot where you're upset at Theseus because he danced with another woman at a ball which results in Theseus confessing his feelings for you.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: None really, just a heated kiss towards the end, but nothing too explicit or anything. A bit angsty and fluffy.

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: This is my first posted Theseus x Reader oneshot, so I hope you enjoy it! This is heavily based off Bridgerton's season two, so Theseus's confession is similar to Anthony's. If you'd like to see more, don't forget to leave a heart and a comment if you'd like! P.S: If you see any grammatical errors, please tell me. It helps me grow as a writer. <3

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Theseus Scamander x female reader.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1,654 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨

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With your heart in your throat, you stormed outside, running towards the gardens of your aunt’s estate as you search for an easy escape from confrontation. Physical confrontation, yes, you weren’t in the mood to face Theseus, but mainly mental confrontation. You didn’t want to have to face yourself with the truth, all you wanted was to forget.

The thought of crying did cross your mind, but you felt more anger than sadness. Why would you give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry? Only to affirm your feelings towards him? Fuming, you held your head in your hands, taking slow breaths as you tried to slow the erratic beat of your heart. 

The patio doors slammed shut and there was the voice of the person who’d caused you so much distress. 

“Y/N? Y/N! Please wait!,” he called, spotting you next to the entrance of the garden’s maze. Pulling away from your hands, you looked towards the voice and began to run. You knew it made no sense to run, but knowing you put up a fight made you feel better. After all it’d be a few seconds before he caught up. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N! Please,” he begged, finally catching up to you by grabbing your forearm and roughly pulling you towards him so you could finally face him. 

“Lord Scamander, daresay you have not thought of how indecent it would be if anyone saw us? Us two, alone without a chaperone, and you calling me by my given name?” you stated calmly but firmly, showing your anger by ripping your wrist away from his grasp. 

With persistence, Theseus grits out, “ I do not care if anyone were to see us. I must speak to you.” 

Clenching your jaw, you take a deep breath before speaking. “Of course you do not care. You only care for yourself. If my family were to fall because of such scandal, you would be relieved it were me than you.”

“Do not say that, Y/N. I would never put you  or your family in harm’s way,” Theseus snaps back, shocked that you would say such a thing. 

In anger, you gasp, yelling, “Oh my God, Miss Y/L/N. Do not call me Y/N, you do not get that privilege. If that is all, Lord Scamander, I must be on my way.” 

You turn, just about to walk away when Theseus grabs you by the wrist once more and pulls you hard, pushing you into him. Yelling, he replies, “No, I am not done, Miss Y/L/N. Whatever you think you saw, you are wrong.” 

Releasing your heavy breaths against his chest, you laugh full heartedly. “Oh, of course. I should have known. I suppose Miss  Johnson was in on your foul ploy? Was the way you looked at her apart of it too?”

With tears prickling in your eyes, you push away, holding your head in your hands as you ask yourself, “How could I be such a fool? How could I have believed that you truly harbored such feeling for me? But it is perfectly fine, I must thank you for liberating me from such torment.”

“Do you think I do not feel torment?” he asked, stepping closer to you. Theseus grabbed your hands, slowly removing them from your face as he pulls you closer. “Do you think I do not feel agony too?” His voice was now dangerously close to a whisper, only the sounds of breathing were able to be heard.

“Every moment I pass away from you fills me with so much misery. From the moment I met you, I knew it would not be easy to hide this, but I did not think it would be so insanely difficult. My feeling for you grew over each visit, and now I humble myself before you as I tell you I love you,” he whispered, chest heaving as he squeezed your hands gently in his. 

You were in complete shock, not knowing whether to be happy, sad, or glad. You try to open your mouth to respond, but nothing made its way out.

“You do not have to accept this, but I just wanted to tell you. I promise you that I have no feelings for Miss Johnson, not any that compare in any way, shape, or form to the ones that I harbor for you. My mother was the one to push me dance with her, telling me to keep my options open, not knowing that there was truly never any options. It has been you since the beginning, Miss Y/L/N.”

You could tell that he’d been holding that in for so long as his posture and breath relaxed once he’d finish speaking. You had no more words except, “I love you too.” 

After waiting for so long, the release from your mental torment finally came, allowing a tear to trickle down your cheek. Theseus stepped in closer, leaning his nose on yours as you fluttered your eyes shut.

You were finally free, and all you wanted to do was kiss him. You knew it was wrong, but when he leaned against you, his hard breath against your skin, you froze, not wanting to stay or pull away. Theseus’s hands found their place on your face, his calloused thumb rubbing gentle circles on your cheeks. He took a deep breath in, the smell of your lavender perfume making him dizzy. 

“I am a gentleman, but every time I am near you, I do not seem to be able to control myself. I’ve never felt so much desire in my whole life,” he whispers, lips ajar as they hover over yours. “Just the smell of your sickeningly saccharine perfume is enough to drive me close to insanity,” he muses, shutting his eyes, lips inches away from closing the gap between you.

You swallow hard, conflicted on what to do. Your mind told you no, but every inch of your being was screaming yes. Shaking your head against him, you breathlessly reply, “No, Theseus, we can’t. If anyone were to spot us, we’d be crucified by the ton.” 

“Please, Y/N,” he pleads, voice needy and desperate. “I need to touch you, I need you, I want you.”

I need you, those words rang in your ears, heart pounding in your chest as you sucked in a breath. You nodded, softly wetting your lips as he wasted no time. 

Theseus crashed his lips on to yours, and it had felt like time stopped around you. Your heart crazily jumped as every second went by, and your lips felt aflame. Every little touch of his made your skin buzz with excitement, and the pain returned in a more pleasurable way. It was like someone had set fire to you both, and you felt like you were desperately searching for water, grasping onto him, his hair, his neck, his face.

“Theseus. Theseus,” you managed to gasp, pulling him harder into you, wanting to devour him whole. You craved more, both of you wanted more yet your need for air limited you. He left his mouth slightly ajar, sharing the heated air between the two as you both gasped for air. There was no cue, no words had been shared, but Theseus knew just when to kiss you again.

In a more delicate way, Theseus brushed his lips up on yours and you reciprocated, gently tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth. He hummed in affirmation before he stopped you, pressing his open mouth against yours.

Your breathing jilted, a wave of heat travelling down your body, lingering on your ears, cheeks, and fingertips. He finally pulled away, releasing you to breathe as he muttering breathily, “You don’t know how long I have waited for this moment, it has been engraved in my dreams. Every night I have this image of us seared into my mind, never being able to truly know how it felt. It was always a figment of my imagination, but now I have no need to imagine no more.”

You couldn’t help but smile, cheeks glowing with heat. It was reliving to know that you hadn’t been the only one awaiting this single moment. Feeling your smile, Theseus grinned, softly nuzzling his nose against yours. You finally pull away, both of you sharing the fuzzy warm feeling in the pits of your stomachs. 

Feeling much more cheekier than before, Theseus intertwines his fingers into yours, smiling. You look down before raising your hands, letting out a boisterous giggle. He joins in, laughing along as he takes a sneaky peek at the dance card tied on your wrist. Funnily enough, you had one dance left and he was determined to have it.

He releases your hand for a second before turning to you, flashing his charming smile. “Since I am a gentleman, I noticed that your dance card is not yet full and I wanted to do you the favour of asking you to dance. May I have this dance, Miss Y/L/N?” he teases, placing extra careful emphasis on “favour”, “gentleman,” and “Miss.” He extends his hand forward, awaiting your response. 

You fake gasp before chuckling softly, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Favour? You? Ha. I might as well entertain this delusional thought of yours since I have nothing more to do for this evening. Yes, you may, Lord Scamander,” you roll your eyes as you play along, biting down on your bottom lip to hide your smile. You place your gloved hand on his before he entangles your hand on his arm to walk side to side towards the door.

“Very well, I must make the best of this and show you to a good time,” he replies, opening the door to welcome you in. You laugh, thanking him for the door with a nod. 

Linking arms with him, you turn to look at him and say, “Anywhere with you is a good time, my Lord.”

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slip of the tongue part 2 - jealous

Theseus Scamander x Reader

“He was all over you,” he hisses. “I am not a possessive man, but I could’ve killed him then and there. He doesn’t know what’s mine.”

summary: after confessing your feelings for (and sleeping with) your boss, theseus, you join his brother newt's team of wizards attempting to thwart the notorious gellert grindelwald. when you're tasked with distracting and seducing a powerful dark wizard on your first mission, theseus gets uncharacteristically and fiercely jealous.

fem!reader. theseus scamander x reader.

category: smut with plot

warnings: 18+ smut, (light) mdom/femsub elements, unprotected penetration, semi-public sex, jealousy/possessive behavior, also the reader suffers brief unwanted sexual advances in a scene

part one / part two

Your dreams are uninventive. Your nightmares are even less so. 

Often you are hounded by dogs: drooling, snapping canines, bloodthirsty past the point of cognizance, they’re more open mouths than animals. Or, you’re standing on the hill where your old orphanage used to sit in North London, barefoot on the roof while the rest of London floods below, water rising, you know you’re going to drown. Or some other tired, boring allegory for your past catching up with you, at last, your blessings, your wand, crumbling to ash—you know what the dreams mean and they don’t scare you anymore. 

But tonight you are perfectly dreamless. The dream dogs, the wintry world outside, the sound of the wind whistling through the empty London streets, it cannot touch you now. The fireplace is crackling and warm orange light spills in beneath the door from the living room.

Theseus’s arm is draped over your body, your head is on his chest. Every part of your body where your bare skin meets his buzzes with contentment. His room is like a sanctuary, his arms a house that holds you. 

You don’t think you’ve slept for even a full hour. It’s still dark outside when you feel Theseus jostling your shoulder. 

“Y/N. Wake up, darling.” 

You sigh in response and are about to put up a fight, but when you meet his eyes they’re full of sore regret, apologetic. He wouldn’t ask you to leave his bed unless it was important.

You emerge from the covers and start to stretch. 

“What time is it?”

“I’m sorry, love, but it’s nearly four in the morning. We have to be going, it’s urgent.” 

You turn to look at him, he’s raking a hand through his hair, sitting up in bed.

“Did you sleep at all, Theseus?” You ask incredulously.

“No, too much to think about. And besides, I knew if I slept I wouldn’t be likely to wake. Better you sleep…”

Your heart wrenched. In a swell of affection, you went to him, crawling back over his body on the bed.

“No,” he groans, but his hands come around you, sliding down to your hips, anyway. You kiss his neck, raking your teeth over the skin there.

“Don’t do this to me,” he anguishes. His grip tightens on your hip, it’s meant to be chastising but it makes you want him more. “Please. We need to leave, Y/N.”

It wasn’t easy letting go of him. You know he would’ve given you what you wanted with enough persistence. 

“Okay, okay!” You relent, kissing his mouth with a smile. “I’ll stop terrorizing you now.” You leap out of bed again without complaint. 

When he stands he’s serious-Theseus again, your boss. And you love him still. 

For his sake, you pretend not to notice his erection in his boxer shorts. It looks painfully hard. 

“Get dressed,” he says to you before turning to the bathroom. “We need to get to Hogsmeade.”

It was wonderfully strange to see him like this—hair in wavy disarray, looking soft and subdued, barefoot and in his t-shirt. You want to appreciate the sight, you want to talk about what had happened between you and all that had been said. But his mind is elsewhere, preoccupied, and it seems you are both running late.

At your insistence, he lets you apparate to your apartment for a change of clothes, but then the two of you are off, running down the stairs of his building into the dark world below.

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Hogsmeade is more of a detour. There is an incognito meet-up organized with none other than Professor Albus Dumbledore. You’d, mercifully, taken a train--the Hogwarts Express. Theseus mentioned that Dumbledore was being watched by the Ministry, and that there were anti-apparition charms put up around the village and the castle.

You were just grateful to see him sleeping, at last, on the way there. 

It was barely daylight when the two of you arrived, the sun bleak and pink over the Highlands, providing no warmth. You were grateful for the coffee you'd nursed on the train, as you were grateful to relieve yourself of the confidential documents from the Ministry. Their weight was an invisible one for you, evidence of your betrayal.

"Some aspiring Auror you are," you thought to yourself, bitterly.

“I tried to organize them for you. I started to, actually,” You supplied sheepishly when Dumbledore regarded the haphazard stacks of parchment, laid out on one of the tables in what you assumed was his brother's inn.

Dumbledore smiled warmly at you regardless and thanked you sincerely. 

When you step out of the inn, you look to Theseus just as he looks over his shoulder at you. You're both more or less sleepless, and cold, and it seems the both of you have betrayed the Ministry and embarked on a hopeless mission, without many allies in the world.

But you were a united front.

It surprises you when he says, so earnestly that the tension in his shoulders seems to deflate, “God, I missed you. I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you.”

You blush, but don’t break his gaze. You’re not afraid to let him see you anymore. 

“Where to, Mr. Scamander?”

He flexes his jaw like he’s not thinking about the plan at all, like he’s thinking about last night. But then, with a sigh, the moment is broken. 

“Germany,” he says. “It’s time you meet my younger brother and the rest of the resistance.” 

He says ‘resistance’ like it's some inside joke, some funny jab. You don't understand it until you arrive at the hotel room in Berlin. 

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Other than the hair, that uncommon shade of reddish, honey brown, and the apparent kindness and sense of humanity, Newt is nothing like Theseus. In fact, when he comes over to greet you he can hardly meet your eye, his head is half bowed in the other direction, his mouth a nervous, flat line.

"Pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I was sure that you'd do the right thing when Theseus sent you his letter. It was... very brave of you."

You look to Theseus in sharp amusement, eyes sparkling.

"Was there ever a question of whether or not I'd betray you? Did you really think there was a chance I'd turn you over to the authorities?"

Theseus places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"Come now, Y/N," he says. "You know if I were to die I'd prefer it to be at your hand anyway."

You want to roll your eyes, but you're not sure to what extent he's joking.

You shake Newt's hand. You're soon after introduced to a muggle baker named Jacob and an astute, somewhat brash Auror from America named Tina. You're not much of a people-person, but you find that you like them both, immensely. They feel genuine, the sort of strong, singular characters that couldn't deceive anyone if they tried. That is why Newt's explanation of your task for the night sends a bolt of dread down your spine.

"We need to need to retrieve a magical object from a German Minister's office. I-I can't say much, it's better you don't know, but it's safe to assume that a large portion of the German Ministry of Magic has already fallen. Helmut, Vogel--and who knows how many others are under the influence of Grindelwald."

"Which German Minister's office?" Theseus says. His hands are in his pockets, he's leaning against the windowsill, the picture of nonchalance, his hair swept back. He's so handsome you could cry.

Newt ignores him. "Now, tonight may be our only chance. There's a diplomatic gala at the ministry itself. I can get us all in, Pickett and I can handle sneaking into the office itself, but there are five people who know about the object being at the ministry, who will be on the lookout and who need to be distracted until we're out."

He doled out assignments swiftly. Theseus was to distract the head of security. Jacob, the two waitstaff who served as the Minister's private informants. For Tina, the German Auror, Helmut. And for you? The Minister himself.

"Which Minister, Newt?" Theseus asks again, the edge in his voice unmistakable, though you don't understand it.

"Baron Dietrich, the Minister of Finance," Newt says at last.

Dietrich. Most of your work for Theseus was domestic, but you try to remember what you can. Dietrich was some Bavarian-born descendent of the aristocracy. Hedonistic, high society. He fought in the war, but gained his reputation in the drinking clubs of Berlin. Even you knew he was ruthless, notorious. A brute of a man without much respect for the law. That was the extent of what you knew.

Newt is rushing to explain before you or Theseus can speak.

“Please, Y/N, Theseus." He looks between the two of you, trying to appeal to both. "Dietrich, h-he likes…he likes beautiful women and he-"

Theseus crosses the room to his brother in a single stride. "Yes, and do you have any idea what he likes to do to those beautiful women, Newt?” He's seething. “Even everyone at the British Ministry knows he brutalizes them."

“I-I wouldn’t ask her if it weren’t absolutely necessary. So long as she’s able to distract him at the party, keep him interested there, at the party, nothing will happen to her—to you!” Newt turns to you now, addressing you directly. “I’m sure of it…”

Theseus sucks his teeth and turns away from his brother, still fuming. “Absolutely not. You will not send her away from my side, that’s final. Not to that man.”

“Theseus, please-"

“She’s muggleborn, Newt! Do you know what men like Baron Dietrich do to wizards like her? If he found out, if any one of Grindelwald's followers did, she'd be killed.” Theseus is speaking with such firm authority, but you know him well enough to detect the barely concealed panic in his eyes, the fracture just beneath the fortress. “Send Tina instead, she’s an Auror.”

“But Y/N is exactly the sort of girl that Dietrich would be-"

“I want to be an Auror too,” your voice sounds strange to your ears when you find it. It has a clear, confident quality, musical and lucid.

Theseus looks to you in shock. You wonder if he knew about the promotion you’d been offered at all, if he knew all you’d sacrificed to stay close to him—your very dreams dashed to pieces. From his expression, naked and open as day, he did not. 

“I can do it,” you make an effort to sound settled. Unshaken.

Being a young, vulnerable girl in the streets of East London, at the orphanage after, and then being a woman at the British Ministry as an adult, you’d dealt with plenty of over-friendly and entitled men. Boorish men were everywhere and were not uniquely monstrous. You hoped Baron Dietrich wasn’t either. 

"It's settled then," Jacob claps his hands together, seeming relieved that the tension between the two brothers has evaporated. Theseus is slumped over, leaning back on the nightstand in apparent defeat. "We're going to a party!"

Tina places her hand on your arm, leading you towards the closet. She doesn't seem to be terribly affectionate, so you're grateful to her for extending you this small kindness now.

"Here, Y/N," She says. "Let's get you dressed. We have plenty of time to go over the plan. It'll be okay."

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Your outfit, "disguise" you suppose, is nothing like the subdued robes of your companions. You don't know why you're surprised when they ask you to enter the ministry ten minutes after them, alone.

The skirt of your dress is flowy and short, like a dancer's, ending just above your knee, something that might've been acceptable a decade prior, given the fashion trends. It's made of delicate petals of off-white fabric, adorn with tiny silver and pearlescent beads, glittering. Meant to draw attention. It's sleeveless and the top is breathtakingly form-fitting, pinching in your waist and hugging every curve of your body, but you are gratefully afforded an elegant high neckline. Silk, ivory-colored, wrist-length gloves that do nothing for the cold cover your hands and a fur half-coat is draped over your shoulders. Your lipstick is a deep red.

You understand what it means, these luxury items, your styling, the fact that you were instructed to enter alone. By no design of your own, the implication was that you were an escort, a madame of the night. No wonder Newt had Theseus leave the hotel first, before he could catch a glimpse of you. You didn't dare imagine his reaction.

As you enter the gala, handing the doorman your fabricated invitation without a glance, every head turns to you. Chatter stills as you pass, the women gawk and the men look stricken, hungry as the pack dogs in your dreams. Plates and trays sail overhead and the instruments play on, unattended. The German Ministry of Magic has spared no expense.

Patrons lean in close and speak hushed and anxiously. You assume the upcoming election for the highest office of the International Confederation of Wizards is on everyone's mind.

You head for the bar with your head held high, hoping it doesn't show on your face, your discomfort at being so seen. You were told Baron Dietrich would be at the bar with some of his men. With a trembling, gloved hand you motion the barman over and order a drink.

You don’t dare look for your friends. You assume things are going swimmingly for them, but for you? You are drowning in your finery.

You’re not even alone for a moment before the wolves descend. You should've known a man like Dietrich would come find you.

"Mädchen!" He approaches you partially, but expects you to come the rest of the way, waves you over with a meaty hand. When you raise an eyebrow, haughtily, he switches to English.

"Girl, come here." The timber of his voice is low, gravelly. He has a heavy brow, his hair is thick and peppered with gray. The gray does nothing to diminish the impression of his strength. In a fight without your wand, he could have your neck snapped, broken and rolling around its stem, in a heartbeat.

You walk over, leaving your drink at the bar, untouched.

The gala is housed in a mammoth, marble room, twenty foot ceilings held up by smooth columns, something that reminds you of Gringott's. But around the massive bar at the room's center are half-circle booths and tables, spiraling out like lily pads. You slide into Dietrich's booth and his arm goes around you immeditely.

He smells chokingly of cigars, a perfumey, sickly sweet smell. He is a bloated, thick-limbed man. No, you couldn't have fought him off. There are so many uniformed men at his table that some of the younger ones have to stand. With a sting of shock, you don't see how you could be of any influence on these men at all, they hardly see you as a person, aren't speaking to you. You hope Newt and Pickett work quickly.

Another young man, dressed in what looks like a soldier's uniform, slides into the booth after you, sandwiching you in next to Dietrich. You let out of noise of shock and begin to push him off you when Dietrich grabs both your wrists.

"Don't be fussy. This is my young friend, newly recruited. I plan to make him my protégé."

The other men slap the boy over the shoulder, jostling him in congratulations. He smiles meekly. You could hate him for that meekness. That pathetic deference to power.

"We'll share you tonight, of course." Dietrich is looking at the boy, not you. "In my office."

Dietrich's hand clamps over your exposed thigh and his fingernails jab into the fat of your thigh. You don't react to the bright bite of pain. The other boy begins to lean into you, breath hot over your neck.

Whatever small bird lives in your ribs begins to beat itself against that cage, flailing and thrashing.

"No!" You can't help the edge of panic in your voice. Dietrich is too strong, so you don't bother, but you shove the boy off of you and out of the booth without much effort. The boy stumbles out, dumbfounded.

Dietrich snatches your wrist with real fury, bruisingly.

"What?! You're for sale, aren't you?" He won't hurt you in front of his men, not at the gala, but his face is so colored with anger that it's nearly purple.

"Please," there's a real plea in your voice when you say it, you try to cover it up with a hurried smile, you try to look charming. "Dance with me, sir?"

That seems to sedate him. He looks irritated, but pleased by your attention. At least he won't be able to molest you in front of all his colleagues and superiors.

He leads you to the dance floor and the entire way your mind is racing, scrambling for purchase, trying to figure out how you're going to keep him out of his office. He made it clear he had plans to go there later tonight with his men. With you.

And he was an even cruder man than you'd thought, he'd made no attempt to even flirt with or seduce you. His interest in you was moreso entitlement, the same interest a predator has for a slab of meat.

Your wand, concealed on your person, gave you little comfort. Newt had asked that you did not reveal yourself, didn't make a scene. But if it came down to it, you would fight Dietrich rather than submit to him. He was more than repulsive. He wanted to hurt you.

"Please," you think to yourself. "Please, God, don't make me-"

You startle at the large hand that grips your waist and spins you away, just before you reach the dance floor.

Dietrich, abandoned, turns in flustered outrage and is swallowed by the crowd. You're being whisked away before he can fully react, Theseus guiding you deftly out of the overfull room of diplomats.

You sob with relief. "Theseus-" you start, but he's leading you deeper, still, away from the gala.

It's not until you're in some pitch-dark, gaping mausoleum of a hallway that Theseus finally stops, pressing you delicately against the wall, holding your face in his hands like water, like something precious. He examines your body.

"Are you okay?" He asks, pressingly.

You could cry out in joy, the sight of his face is balm-like, giving you a familiar relief.

"Yes, yes!" You reassure him. "Is it done? Did we do it?"

Theseus nods in confirmation, still looking over you for injuries, turning over your wrists in his hands.

"The others are already out. It was quick. No one noticed a thing, we probably took too many precautions this time around..." He finally meets your eyes. The look in his is dark and indecipherable. When he swallows, it's raggedly. "You're really okay, Y/N?"

"Yes," you answer, hesitant at the intensity of his look. "Why?"

Theseus presses his body against yours harshly, you don't even have time to moan before he's swallowing it with his mouth. Your hands are all over him, but he gives you no room to move, it's as if he doesn't notice, the way he's pushing you up against the wall, kissing you like he wants to consume you.

"You're so damn beautiful," he mutters. "When you walked in I almost blew my cover just to go to you."

"Theseus," you pant. You're needy, you want him to keep kissing you but he's leaning his neck back, pinning you against the wall but holding himself away so he can look at you when he runs his warm hands from the backs of your thighs up to your ass. He hooks his fingers around the waistline of your panties and pulls them down so they're only hanging onto you by one of your ankles.

He leans in for another kiss, just as deep and wretched as the last, just as maddening.

He pulls away again with a pant.

"Your dress is too damn short," he curses under his breath.

"Are you angry at me?" You ask quietly, still writhing against him, desperate for friction, but suddenly self-conscious.

"No, no sweetheart," he soothes. "Not at you. You did so good. Such a good job." His praise has you leaning into his palm, which is cupping the side of your face.

You whimper, "I want you." You realize it's true as you're saying it. You can't ever lie to him. "I want you," you repeat, more insistently.

“He was all over you,” he hisses against your ear. “I am not a possessive man, but I could’ve killed him then and there. He doesn’t know what’s mine.” He punctuates the last word with a squeeze to your backside. 

"Theseus," you breathe out, helplessly. You can't believe this is happening. The wing of the German Ministry that you're in is completely dark, you can barely make out the tapestries and curtains hanging loose from the walls. But there's distant light at the end of the hall, and dim voices and music filter in and out from the gala a few rooms over.

But you want him to keep touching you more than you know better, know you should stop. More than anything.

He starts to hike your dress up, his movements urgent, when he stops abruptly. The spot where Dietrich's nails dug into your upper thigh is small, but he drew blood.

Theseus pauses, loosens his grip and lets you slide down the wall. With a slow-thudding heart you briefly fear he'll be so furious he'll run back to the gala, to find Dietrich, but he only bends down and kisses the wound, just barely, lips ghosting over skin, so gently you could cry. Kneeling before you, he looks like a prince, a knight. He's careful to avoid the wound when he lifts you back up against the wall.

You can't help but stare down at it, in awe, when he takes his dick out. Your body still thrills at the sight of it, there, huge, resting at your entrance. Theseus grinds a slow circle, sliding it against your wet folds, against your clit. You just stare.

He flashes you a lazy smile.

“What? You want me to help you put it in?” 

You moan, audibly. You're not doing a very good job at being discreet, but how can you when he says things like that to you and expects you to answer?

"Yes, please," you close your eyes, too flustered to meet his burning gaze when you say the words.

He grips the base of his cock and guides it into your pussy. Clamps a hand over your mouth to muffle the noises you're making, you whimper dumbly against his palm. Only releases his hand from your mouth once he's fully seated inside of you. The stretch is so big you know it would hardly take any movement at all for him to break that tension and make you come, drive you mad, unravel you completely. Just a few rocks against the wall, a few rolls of his hips and you'd be brainless and spent, crying out his name. You're already dripping around him. But you want to last longer for him this time.

He's looking directly into your eyes.

“You’re taking it, Y/N. You can choose where—in your mouth, on your face, inside. But you’re taking it all.” 

You nod. Then once again he's fucking you dumb, you don't even care that anyone could walk by, you're just thinking about how big he is, how good it feels. He's fucking your body slack now, you don't even have to do anything, he’s holding you up, lifting you onto and off of his cock roughly, debasingly.

His hands nearly circle your waist completely, they’re so large. Your mouth is stuck open, making stupid, feeble noises and he’s grunting small words of encouragement.

"Say my name," he says.

When you don't respond immediately, too blissed out to think, he slams your body down harder onto him and you nearly yelp.

"Hngh, Theseus. Theseus, please-"

You can feel him get almost unbearably hard inside of you, then he’s heaving you up and flipping you around, manhandling you, so your back is his against his torso, his right arm a bar across your chest, still inside. He brings a hand down roughly to your clit to touch you through it, and then you're both coming hard, your loud, jagged breaths echoing through the empty hall.

Your head spins, you're seeing stars.

"Baby," he says, when you don't come back to yourself immediately. "Was I too rough? Are you okay?"

You nod, breathlessly, but stumble when he finally stops supporting your weight. Your body is still juddering with pleasure, your fingertips quiver and feel numb as you smooth down your dress.

He's right, you think with a laugh. My dress is too damn short.

Theseus has the decency to look around the hall to make sure no one was watching, and to help you fix your hair and what's left of your lipstick. Your lips are pink and bitten now, swollen.

"They're probably wondering where we are. We should go." His voice is serious, unemotive, but there's something like devotion in the way he looks over you from head to toe, just one last time, to make sure you're beyond reproach. He hands you his jacket, which is huge on you, and slings your fur cape over his arm, bearing the cold himself like a gentleman.

A flurry of snow has begun to spiral down in the streets of Berlin, white particles curling and dancing in the wind. You've always found this type of snowfall to be so fanciful, the closest thing to magic in the muggle world. You walk back to the meeting point in comfortable silence, Theseus's hand clasped firmly around yours.

"He doesn't know what's mine," he'd said about Dietrich, about you. And last night, not that long ago, he'd said, "I love you."

Albeit, after you said it first. You look over to his oblivious face, checking both sides for cars before leading you across the busy street. His kind eyes, the line of his jaw..

You wonder how he could mean it... You'd so meticulously tried to conceal from him all the ugly parts of your life, your past, your fears, even your wants when they seemed to inconvenience him.

Could he love me? Could I let him?

"I want you," you'd said to him in the hall of the German Ministry. You realize now that you meant more than his body. For so long even just a look from him, just a word, was enough to sustain you.

But now you wanted more. Maybe it was selfish, undeserved, that the magical world was giving way to crisis, the dark forces were closing in around hope, and yet here you were, wanting to ask him for more...

part three here

author's note: hiiiiii! YES i switched to present tense from past tense in the last part, and no i'm not sorry... please let me know if you'd like me to continue this fic! i have a third & final chapter in mind. or i can take other theseus requests. the theseus brainrot is real... some AUs would be fun too! as always, feedback is welcome &lt;3 taglist: @mystic-mara

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[okay-j-hannah]

You Give Them Neck Kisses

Preference

Characters: Steven Grant, Theseus Scamander, Spencer Reid

Warnings:

Request: “If you're not bored with this plot yet can you please write about Steven Grant, Theseus Scamander and Spencer Reid reacting to neck kisses?” @kindnonny23​

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Steven

“Oh, goodness me!” Steven exclaimed. He was tripping up the stairs to his apartment, (Y/N) holding onto the railing as to avoid being knocked down.

“Are you okay?” there was a giggle in her voice.

Steven was laughing awkwardly, scrambling for his keys, “Oh, yes – yes, quite all right.”

She stood behind him, eyeing the back of his head with a sweet smile. He was trying ever so hard for their date.

“Would you… um…” Steven had the key in the lock but turned to face her, “Would you like to come in for some dessert?”

Her eyebrows raised.

“I mean – cheesecake. Dessert as in cheesecake…” He closed his eyes and mumbled something under his breath. Probably a curse towards himself.

(Y/N) smiled, “Sure, I’m a big fan of… dessert.”

He tilted his head confusedly, but smiled, “Right then.” He seemed nervous to open the door. He turned the knob and led the way inside.

There on the small dinner table was a staged scene. There was cheesecake, but also brownies, cookies, cupcakes, and fruit pies. They were set with candles and a bouquet of colorful flowers. They must have cost a fortune.

“See, you’re probably wondering, why are there are so many,” Steven addressed the table, “I suppose I wanted to be sure there was at least one dessert you’d like. Please tell me I got one right?”

(Y/N) bit her lip, nodding and holding her stomach. Butterflies had erupted there. He really was trying so hard. Didn’t he realize she already liked him?

“And these are for you!” He took the bouquet out of the vase, spraying her with water droplets. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

She laughed again, taking the flowers, “I love them, Steven, thank you.”

He seemed pleased with her response, taking a heavy breath and grinning. “Now, tell me which you would like, and I’ll dish it for you.” He went for the table, sitting down and grabbing a plate. He rambled on about the different flavors and quality of taste.

(Y/N) rested her flowers on the kitchen counter, returning to behind his chair. As he sliced the cheesecake, (Y/N) rested her hands on his shoulders, leaning down and close to his ear.

“And this one has some raspberry swirl that… oh, what – what are you doing?”

(Y/N) snuck a kiss under his ear, “Having dessert.” She kissed lower on his neck, “Big fan, remember.”

Steven shivered, the pie knife falling with a clatter on the plates. “I… oh, I um… hello there!” She was now in his peripheral.

She shushed him, “You’re very sweet.” She pressed her lips lightly under his jaw, letting them linger. Her nose was brushing his chin as she worked her way to the base of his throat.

Steven let out a little squeak. His hands fisting on his knees. “Sweet?” He managed to get out before his eyes rolled and he closed them.

(Y/N) hummed, savoring the hollow of his throat, “Delicious.”

He was positively breathless in seconds.

Theseus

The banquet was dreadfully dull. (Y/N) remained polite as the Ministry workers droned on about Auror business and new magical laws. Theseus sat leisurely beside her, using his fake laugh and pretending to be interested for the sake of his image.

She sighed, gazing at him. He had always been dashing in his suit and matching vest. A pocket watch was strung against his bronze buttons. She stared at it a while, listening to it tick.

She really needed to find something to make the evening go by faster.

Theseus laughed, flashing his brilliant teeth. He folded his napkin and placed it on his dinner plate. (Y/N) trailed her eyes to where the napkin had rested on his leg.

She subtly inched her chair closer to his.

“And that’s exactly what I told Perkins,” Theseus pointed out, “If we needed another Auror sitting around headquarters, I would’ve gotten…” he stuttered, chin falling to his chest. “… someone like Dodds.”

(Y/N) had placed her hand on his leg, pressing her fingers into his thigh. Her other hand snaked up his shoulder.

Theseus licked his lips, blinking hard and addressing his coworkers again with a shaky laugh, “I’m sorry, where was I?”

It was definitely making the night more amusing. Watching Theseus squirm under her touch while trying to act cool. He stopped telling stories as it got more difficult to concentrate.

(Y/N) was inching her hands up to his neck, playing with the ends of his wavy hair. He kept readjusting the way he was sitting, pulling at his dress pants.

She smiled, standing from her chair, “Excuse me – got to find the loo.” She bent down and met Theseus’ neck, brushing her nose along his ear on the way. He set his jaw, tense as she left a long, open-mouthed kiss there.

She walked away, knowing full well Theseus was watching her from behind.

She only had to wait three minutes before he came speeding through the banquet hall. He had that hard, determined look. A hunger that took control as he gripped her waist and pulled her into the next corridor.

“What game have you been playing tonight, my dear?” He had her against the wall, talking low in case others interrupted.

(Y/N) was already winding her hands to either side of his face, “A sort of distraction to this horrid dinner.” She tilted his head to the side and laid her lips on his neck. He followed her hands like melted butter.

His mouth fell open, eyes closed, as she kissed down his jaw and to the base of his neck. She tickled and nipped, feeling him swallow hard.

“God, (Y/N),” he growled, “I believe it’s time to go.”

“You want me to stop?” she asked breathlessly, kissing the sweet spot beneath his ear.

He ground out, “Believe me that’s the last thing I want. But perhaps… we could continue in a less compromising place.”

“I saw a broom closet down the corridor.”

Spencer

“But surprisingly though the writers were not scientists, their scripts weren’t always flawed.” Reid had opened her car door and followed her towards the apartments, “But sometimes like in Star Trek: Next Generation there’s an episode where Dr. Crusher and Mr. LaForge let all the air escape the ship to extinguish a fire. And they said holding their breath would be fine, but we all know that in a vacuum space your lungs would explode from the pressure.”

He laughed, walking up the stairs and found that (Y/N)’s face was plain. It was as if she was smiling just for his benefit, but her gaze was admiring. “Ha! Yes, that should be common sense.”

Reid sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets, “I was rambling again, wasn’t I? I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

“It’s all right,” she mused, fiddling with her keys, “I like it.” She gave him a soft look, “Though sometimes I wish I could contribute to the conversation more often.”

“Right… of course.” Reid gave a shy smile, looking towards the ground and kicking the porch. “Thank you for seeing the play with me. I didn’t think anyone at the office was a fan of Tennessee Williams.”

“Maybe not Tennessee Williams, but I am a fan of you,” she smiled, putting her keys in the lock, “I like going out with you, Spence.”

He had that smile he was trying to hide, “Really?”

(Y/N) left her door ajar, turning to him with a glint in her eye. She went to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Reid swallowed hard, seemingly frozen in place where she touched him.

“Goodnight,” she whispered.

And she pressed her lips against his. Reid struggled to respond, but his hands shakily went to her waist. When she pulled away just enough to see his face, Reid’s cheeks were rosier.

He blinked hard, “Yeah, goodnight.”

But she didn’t stop there. (Y/N) pulled him close and rested her cheek against his. It was surprisingly warm. She placed a gentle kiss there. And another closer to his ear, and another down near his jaw.

His mouth fell open, his breaths coming in quicker. The grip on her waist tightened.

She trailed her lips down his jawline, nipping and sucking future little bruises. She was pulling him again until she was stuck in the crook of his neck. She could feel his pulse there, rapid and hot.

He was starting to gain more confidence as she continued, humming as he felt up her back.

She pulled away, her own breath leaving her, “Goodnight.” Their gazes were electrifying and within seconds she was pulling him in again. They walked backwards and into the open door, scrambling to shut it behind them.

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Hard Hitting Questions

Theseus Scamander x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: Harry Potter

Prompt: "I don’t want you to do that”

Summary: Y/N finally got her big break at the Daily Prophet and has the chance to cover a big Ministry press conference solo. Unfortunately, the Ministry is an insanely big and confusing building, and Y/N might not even be able to make it to the press conference without a little help from a kindly stranger.

Word Count: 1,735

Category: Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I swore under my breath as I looked around my surroundings, trying to find any sign of the room I was looking for. The stupid Ministry hallways all looked exactly the same, and nothing I could see gave me a single clue.

After years of working for The Daily Prophet and gradually working my way up from intern to reporter, I'd finally been trusted with a solo, lead story covering a Ministry press conference. It was a dream come true, and I'd come up with plenty of good questions after spending a week carefully familiarizing myself with the issue. None of it would matter, though, if I got lost in a hallway and missed the press conference all together.

"Excuse me?" I whirled around to find (to my horror) a tall, handsome man standing before me, looking slightly confused. "Can I help you?"

I tried not to grimace at his question as I responded.

"I'm quite alright, thank you." A lie, that sounded unconvincing even to me. "I just... uh, I'm here for a press conference and it's my first time covering something like this, especially solo, and I must admit I'm a little bit lost..."

I trailed off, trying not to give in to the tidal wave of stress about to overwhelm me. The man, thankfully, gave me a kind smile which somehow set my heart racing and put me at ease at the same time.

"Don't worry, this place can be a maze. I still get lost sometimes," he said. "I can walk you to the press room. It's on my way to a meeting I need to get to, anyway."

"Oh! I don't want you to do that..." I tried to brush him off, feeling my face warm a bit as I did. "I wouldn't want to make you late for your meeting..."

"Nonsense," he said, quickly waving off my concern before giving me a dashing smile. "If there were any need for me to be concerned about being late, I wouldn't have stopped to talk to you in the first place. Besides, what kind of person would I be if I didn't stop to help someone in obvious distress?"

He met my eyes with that same charming look, and I couldn't help giving him a smile of my own in return. He was handsome and kind, and if he was insisting, I didn't see a reason to turn him down.

"If you're sure..."

"Completely. Please, follow me." With that, he started off down the hallway, leaving room for me to fall into step beside him. "So, you're a reporter, then?"

"Yes. With the Prophet. I started as an intern, and now I've finally worked my way up to covering lead stories." I couldn't help beaming at the statement. I'd worked very long and very hard to get here, and every time I thought about the fact that it was finally paying off, my heart soared.

"Well, congratulations then," he said, shooting me another smile as we turned down another corridor that looked exactly the same as everything else around it. "I'm sure you'll do wonderful with this press conference then, too."

"I certainly hope so," I said, unable to hold back a slight nervous laugh. I focused on taking a few deep breaths as we slowed to a stop in front of a massive oak door. I could hear the excited buzz of a room full of people behind it, and even though I was insanely nervous, I was also excited beyond belief.

"This is your stop," said the man who'd quite literally saved my day. He opened the door and held it for me, and I gave him a quick smile as I darted through.

"Thanks," I said, quickly surveying the room even as I carried on the conversation. "By the way, I didn't catch your name. I'm Y/N-"

I turned around to face the man, but he was already gone. I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, although he'd told me he'd been running off to a meeting himself.

I quickly put the man out of my mind as I found a seat in the crowded room. All the Ministry Officials scheduled to be on the panel were present but one, thankfully, saving me from being the latest person in attendance.

I took a deep breath and glanced down at my notepad where I'd listed all my questions, the pulled out a quill so I'd be ready to write down everything they said. A moment later, the door at the front of the room flew open, and the man who'd helped me find this room strode on stage.

My mouth dropped open as I watched him walk all the way to the middle seat and sit before the nametag for the Head of the Auror's Division.

Theseus Scamander. I'd just met, walked with, and been helped by Theseus Scamander, one of the primary subjects in the story I was reporting on today.

Theseus's eyes scanned the room as he took his seat, and after a moment, they landed on me. He took in my gobsmacked expression and grinned before quickly looking down at the table, clearly trying to hide a laugh behind his hand.

Unbelievable.

"Alright, now that we're all here," the moderator began, looking from Theseus out into the crowd of journalists. "Let's kick things off with the questions I'm sure you all have about our latest press release."

As one, the crowd of journalists (me included) shot to our feet, clambering to be heard and picked over the noise of everyone else. The moderator selected a few of the men who'd been coming here and covering Ministry events like this for many, many years, and I had to take a deep breath to keep the frustration from getting to me. I shouldered my way forward a bit and raised my hand as high as it would go, and the moderator's eyes finally swept to me.

"Yes, you. New girl."

"Y/N Y/L/N, The Daily Prophet," I identified myself to the panel and then met Theseus' eyes. He still had a spark of warmth and humor there, and I could tell he was fighting a smile as he looked at me. He was very handsome, and he'd completely saved me earlier, but I'd come here to do my job. I wasn't about to change that for anything or anyone. "My question is for Mr. Scamander. With anti-muggl sentiment initiated by Grindelwald still on the rise even in the wake of his capture in the US, what makes you so sure any of the new measures being implemented by the Ministry will have any kind of impact?"

Theseus looked shocked, and then impressed, before he marshaled his expression again and cleared his throat.

"Well, I'm glad you asked..."

Theseus, to my relief, had an excellent answer to my question and the next few follow-ups. I took careful notes for the rest of the press conference, and when it came to an official end and everyone started filing out of the room, I got more than a few compliments and impressed nods from my fellow journalists.

I was absolutely floating on Cloud 9.

I took my time packing up my notebook, quill, and everything else that I usually threw haphazardly into my bag, trying to savor the moment and convince myself everything had, in fact, been real. I was just straightening to leave when I felt someone come up next to me.

"You did a fantastic job." I turned to find Theseus there, smiling at me with his hands in his pockets. "Were you pulling my leg when you said this was your first press conference of this magnitude?"

I smiled, and I couldn't help feeling a little giddy at his words and his presence.

"Nope. This was my first time ever playing in the big leagues. I'm just glad you couldn't tell."

"Not at all. You asked better questions than half of the people who've come before you."

I smiled again, trying not to get too carried away.

"Well, thank you. And thank you for helping me get here in the first place, too. I think my debut as a hard-hitting top reporter might have been a little less impressive if I'd missed the actual press conference."

Theseus chuckled, and when I looked back at him we shared a smile. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath, and even though it felt like the conversation should be coming to an end, I couldn't bring myself to go.

"So..." Theseus started, showing nerves for the first time since I'd met him. Which, admittedly, wasn't that long ago. "I know this may be a long shot, but I have to ask... is there any chance you'd like to get drinks with me sometime? Completely separate from our professions, of course."

I stared back at him, not wanting to completely jump to conclusions. He looked at the carpet, the walls, and just about anything but me as the silence stretched on, so I finally cleared my throat and forced myself to speak.

"Like... for a date?"

Theseus turned bright red. "Well, yes. If you... if that's something you'd be interested in."

"I'd probably need to talk to my editor, but... I'd love to, Theseus."

"Really?" he asked, finally meeting my eyes with an expression of relief and hope.

"Yeah, really. You seem like a really good guy, and I'd like to get to know you better."

"I'd like to get to know you better, too. Can we plan on Friday evening? I can pick you up from work, if it wouldn't cause too big of a stir."

I grinned. "That sounds perfect, Theseus. Just as long as you know that my article isn't going to change at all based on the fact that we have a date."

"I'd never expect it to," he said, back to his smiling, confident self as he offered me his arm. "May I walk you out?"

"You may. And not just because I really don't know how to get out of here," I said, taking his arm. We shared a laugh, and the butterflies in my stomach didn't calm down until well after I'd left the Ministry of Magic.

Needless to say, I couldn't wait for Friday.

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[its-vannah]

Just This Once - Theseus Scamander x Reader

A/N: Hey, guys! It's me, Vannah! This is my first time posting a fic onto Tumblr. In the past, I've used Wattpad, but I figured I'd try something new. I'm open to requests, so feel free to leave a suggestion down below!

Warnings: Very (very) mild violence

Word Count: 1,947

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"Mr. Scamander, you have a visitor." Ertha said, snapping Theseus out of his trance.

He had been watching you through the tall glass panels in his office for the past fifteen minutes. You were deep in thought, your index finger underlining the files you were reading.

You bit your bottom lip, brows furrowing as you got further into the document before setting it aside and opening up another. Mere moments later, you had your head thrown back in laughter as two Ministry interns told you about their most recent escapade trying to make copies of the very file she was reading.

Shifting his gaze from you to Ertha, he smiled up at her, "Go ahead and send them in."

As his secretary shuffled away, calling out for the visitor, he turned back to where you had been working. You were gone, your green lamp turned off and the papers that were once scattered on your desk now arranged in neat piles.

He sighed, rising out of his seat as his guest entered, shaking their hand, introducing himself, "Theseus Scamander, Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

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Theseus made his way to the staff room, aching for a cup of tea. It had been a long 24 hours, and he needed to calm himself down.

He only wanted to help his brother, not drive him farther away. Had Newt not been expelled from Hogwarts, he could have been living a very different life. But Newt did as he knew how- got himself into trouble he didn't intend to be in.

As Theseus poured himself a cup of tea out of a heated kettle, the door opened behind him.

You walked in, a bit of a pep in your step, grabbing an empty tea cup for yourself and waiting for him to finish pouring.

"Good morning, Mr. Scamander." You said, smiling up at him.

Flustered, he smiled back akwardly, stuttering as he greeted you, "Good morning, Ms. Y/L/N."

"How are you? You were still working by the time I left last night." You tilt your head to the side, brushing your h/c hair out of your face.

"Oh, you know, I'm doing alright. Family matters, I suppose. And you?"

You nodded, "I'm doing well, Mr. Scamander. Just frustrated with my latest case."

"No one ever said this job was easy, did they? Should've come with a warning, it should." He attempted to joke, but you didn't laugh. Your smile faded.

Did I say something wrong? For the love of Helga Hufflepuff, I can't do anything right. Should I appolgize? He pondered, staring into her e/c eyes.

"Mr. Scamander, are you sure you're alright?" You asked, concern growing on your face.

Theseus broke out into a sweat, his tie suddenly too tight around his neck, "Y-yes, everything's f-fine."

"Are you sure?" You asked, placing your free hand atop his, and wrapping it around the upper half of the teapot handle, tilting it, "Because you just spilled tea everywhere."

His eyes widened, embarassment striking him as he looked down to see that he had emptied the entire contents of the teapot onto the floor. The once spotless marbled floor was now soiled with a puddle of tea. So were his new loafers, the ones his mum had bought him for his birthday.

He had initially focused on the feel of your hand on his, but now he wished he could take it all back. Not act like a complete fool. But it was too late for that.

You set your teacup down on the counter beside you, taking your wand out of your skirt pocket, gently wrapping your hand around it, "Let me help you, Mr. Scamander."

You waved your wand slowly in a spiral motion, "Tergeo."

The brown puddle lifted from the floor in a singular line, spiraling into a nearby sink before it was gone.

The soiled marble was once again spotless, "Works like a charm, Mr. Scamander."

"Theseus." He said, so fast that if you hadn't been paying attention, you would have missed it.

"Mr. Scamander…" You trailed off with a sigh.

He shook his head, insistant, "Please, call me Theseus. All formality quite literally went down the drain when I spilled. I insist."

You crossed your arms, "I'm not sure Thetchar would approve of us being on a first-name basis."

"What Thetchar doesn't know won't hurt him."

An amused smile appeared on your face, "A Hufflepuff? Keeping secrets? Who would've known?"

"I have my moments." He grinned, his eyes moving from your face to his half-empty cup of tea.

Yours hadn't even been filled.

"What do you say I make this up to you? There's a teashop right down the street. It'll be my treat."

"I really should be working." You explained, gazing around the room, "But I think I can make an exception. Just this once."

Theseus nodded, "Just this once."

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"Is there something you wanted to tell me, Mr. Scamander?" You asked, perched atop of his desk as he scribbled down a letter to his brother, your legs swinging back and forth as you waited for a response.

He shook his head, tensing as you referred to him by his last name, focusing on the task at hand, "No, darling, everything's alright."

"It doesn't seem alright." You frowned, pursing your lips before turning to him, "Theseus…"

He swallowed the bile rising in his throat, not meeting your eyes.

"Theseus." You repeated, placing a hand atop his to stop him from tapping his quill on the mahogany desk.

He met your eyes, his eyes glossy.

"Theseus, you know you can tell me anything, right?" You asked, "I'm here for you every step of the way."

He nodded, his brown curls falling loosely on his head, "I know."

"Can you please tell me what's the matter? I'm only trying to help."

"I'm afraid you can't help much with this, Y/N." Theseus sighed, leaning back into his chair, sliding his letter in your direction.

You scanned it carefully, which wasn't difficult due to his neat script. You read aloud, "'Dearest Theseus, I regret to inform you that your brother has been expelled from Hogwarts for endangering the safety of fellow students. There's something he's not telling the headmaster and myself, but my hands are tied. Darling, is there anything you could do? He's already taken his O.W.L.S., but it would mean the world to me if he could finish out his seventh year. Love, Mum'."

Your eyes widened as your gaze met his, "Oh, Theseus, I'm so sorry."

Sliding off the desk, you came to stand behind him, pressing a kiss to his temple and gently massaging his shoulders, "I know that you've always struggled with your feelings towards your brother, but please don't let this hold you back from reaching out to him. I'm sure there's something he's not telling us."

"That's the thing!" Theseus exclaimed, "He always leaves out the important details. Always gets himself into trouble. I wouldn't be surprised if he chose to get expelled. He never exactly thrived in school, not unless you count his performance in his classes, like-"

"Care of magical creatures, I know." You gave him a reassuring smile, "If he's already taken his O.W.L.S., then he should be perfectly fine. He's what, seventeen now?

"And all on his own." He groaned, "He's free from Hogwarts, he can go wherever he likes now. Which means chasing after dangerous creatures. I'm thrilled."

You laughed, "And here I thought you, too, chased after beasts?"

"Oh, I did. I adore them. But I never went to the extent Newt did. We once had a few Kneazles and Crups growing up. Nothing too exotic. Nothing like what Newt's going after."

You spun his chair around to face you, your hand still lingering on his shoulders, "Look at me, Theseus."

He met your eyes, not lifting his head. He looked like a kicked crup.

"You have to promise me that you'll reach out to him, alright? Not just your mother, or the school, but Newt. You may be eight years his senior, but you're still his brother. He needs you, Theseus. More than you know."

Theseus grumbled, "I always told him not to go chasing after Hippogriffs and Runespoors, but he never listened to me."

"Theseus." You warned, "You're a good man. You're kind, patient, loyal. Everything that makes you a Hufflepuff. I know, at the end of the day, that you'll do the right thing by Newt."

You leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, but he swivled to catch your lips. It was brief, but you couldn't help melting into his embrace.

Finally, you pulled away, starting towards the door.

"Remember our promise, love." You said over your shoulder.

Just like that, you were gone.

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"Flipendo!" Theseus exclaimed, aiming his wand at a figure cloaked in black.

But the cloaked figure deflected the spell, aiming his wand at the auror's, "Flagrante!"

Theseus' wand began to burn his hand, getting hotter by the second. He screamed in agony as it dropped to the ground, his hand now raw and red, a large burn mark slashing across his hand.

The moment his wand reached the floor, the cloaked figure raised his wand, "It's the end of the line for you, Mr. Scamander."

Theseus began to back away, not daring to reach for his wand in fear that, in his weakest moment, the cloaked figure would attack, "You need to come with me, to speak to the ministry. If you come now, you will be tried by the minister. If you kill me, you'll be sent to Azkaban."

The figure mearly scoffed, "That's no way to die."

"Expuls-" He began, but was cut off by the sound of a woman behind him, shouting, "Pretrificus Totalis!"

His body froze, his arms and legs immobilized by the spell that bound him.

Theseus looked behind the figure, his eyes meeting yours and at least a half dozen aurors by your side in a prepared formation.

He grabbed his wand, holding it tightly in his hand and you heaved the figure up from the ground, "You're under arrest for the murder of a Hungarian Horntail, an endangered species legally protected by the department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Surrender your wands and prepare to be taken in for questioning and trial."

Two of the aurors that had been standing beside you grabbed the figure by the arms, turning to you "We'll take 'em in for questioning and meet you back at the ministry. I've got a feeling this is going to be a long night."

As soon as they disapparated, Theseus made a beeline for you.

You expected him to warn you of the dangers that went along with going headfirst into a fight, but he didn't.

"I thought this was a job for my department."

"It is, or at least, it was. But thankfully for you, my department is able to intervene as soon as the welfare of a magical creature is involved."

Theseus nodded, "You saved my life, Y/N."

You smiled, "And I'd do it again. I love you, Theseus."

Pressing a kiss to her temple, he rest his forehead against hers, "I love you, too, darling."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in, "So what do you say we go for a cup of tea? Just this once?"

"I really should get back to work, you know. But I'll make an exception, just this once."

You took his hand in yours, making your way down the cobblestone streets. A smile spread on your faces. It was more than just this once, it was forever.

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[glitchglint]

Fantastic Beasts and where to find them as collage stereotypes (they're all friends)

⚫Newt Scamander as the shy, sweet cinnamon roll who loved animals and wants to build a sanctuary

⚫His brother Theseus Scamander who wants to be the head of the police force and has a huge crush on (Y/N)

⚫Tina Goldstein as the determined girl who protects her little sister and wants to be a part of the police force

⚫Queenie Goldstein as the passionate and insanely beautiful girl who hangs out with the group of misfits because all the other girls are jealous of her. Is in love with Jacob

⚫Jacob is the shy, caring guy who loves to bake and brings treats for all his friends

⚫(Y/N) as themself

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