#Theseus scamander reader insert

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❖ Sweater Collection

(Theseus Scamander x Reader)

Tags: Humor, Fluff Length: 880 Collection: Shots to a “Merry” Christmas

A/N: It's most definitely not the season, but presenting my oldest works from 2018, Shots to a "Merry" Christmas. Yeah, I know. I have the long-standing tendency to write during Xmas season... despite not celebrating said festival, but that's besides the point!

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—In which a bet is lost and they're now your dress-up doll for the day, for good or for worse—

“…Didn't we agree not to bring work home?” You heard someone sigh as they came up to you, peeking over your shoulder to see the multitude of sketches in front of you.

“Hello, Mr. Scamander! How may I help you today? Would you like one of our new suits or would you rather take something a tad more festive?” You grinned at him, flashing two of your newly made sketches at him as he pulled a face on your take on professionalism. 

“What do I have to do to get your mind off your work for once?” He muttered as he plucked the papers off your hands.

A flick of his wand and the mess of papers on the table arranged themselves into a neat stack and a swish made them all disappear from where they were, earning a disgruntled complaint from you.

“Hey! Don't magic my papers away, give them back!”

You were admittedly a little miffed at his little charade due to it being the holiday season, which was a busy time for a fashion designer for a clothing apparel store like you. 

“No.” 

“Please?”

“No.”

“I bet you'll end up giving in to me by the end of the day! And then I'll make you wear stupid sweaters all the way till Christmas when you do!” 

Theseus rolled his eyes and walked away. 

“Nice try but that's not happening.” He paused. 

“But if I do win, and I will, you'll banish all work outside the door, yes?” 

“Deal!” Mirth twinkled in your eyes as you agreed to the terms of the bet, knowing full well that he wouldn’t last. 

Not for long, anyway.

Alas, he eventually gave in to your infamous puppy dog eyes moments after. Theseus Scamander, a renowned war hero, digging his own grave and set for humiliation the next day in his own department.

The next day, dressed by the hands of one imp of a girlfriend, he got a peck on the cheek and a wish of good luck before he left for work. You were having way too much fun with this that he could see the mirthful glee in your eyes.

Oh, the joy.

He tried. He swore he tried not to let you have your way but even he knew that you had him wrapped around your little finger. To which he groaned and ran a hand over his face at the prospect of facing others decked out in such…

“Merlin’s beard, Theseus! What's with that horrendous sweater you're wearing today?” A loud voice belonging to one of his other Aurors sounded from the other end of the MACUSA's office.

The guy had spotted poor Theseus while he had been trying to sneak out of his office and grab a cup of well-needed coffee inconspicuously. Apparently, his plan had been foiled and every single head in the department turned to face him and his… Current predicament.

He had on a horrid Christmas sweater indeed.  It was a shade of brilliant bloody red with Christmas-styled patterns all over it along with “Let's get elfed up!” written in big bold letters smack in the center. He could feel his ears start to turn red with embarrassment at all the attention he was getting.

All eyes were on him at this point and he had utterly no idea how he should be reacting. Thus, he decided to settle back into his old habits and played it cool, giving a small cough before declaring. “I thought that it'd be great to make this place a little more festive seeing as Christmas is coming so I took it upon myself to wear…A celebrative artifact of sorts.” 

He got himself a few looks of disbelief before he scurried back behind the doors of his one safe haven, his office.

True to your word, you've kept him on a daily sweater schedule much to his displeasure. Knowing that he lost the bet, Theseus sucked it up and wore it…. again and again and again. Until one day, he just decided to give up hiding and simply went about the office as he usually did. 

No more hiding.

He walked out of his office with confident strides and his head held high.

“Theseus? Why does that look like something belonging to the shop a couple of streets down?”

Great, now even Mr. Graves himself had come down to preen at his newly acquired fashion sense.

He paused, sheepishly rubbing his neck before answering his higher-up. “The owner's my girlfriend and I lost a bet, unfortunately. This is the result of her getting back at me, you see.” 

There was a moment of silence before the man nodded in understanding, moving over to give Theseus a well-meaning pat on the back. 

“Unfortunately, yes. But it doesn't hurt to see your colorful collection of sweaters once in a while…Really brightens up the place.”

“Now please Mr.Scamander, we’ve got an important hearing with the board and surely you wouldn’t want to turn up in that now, would you?”

Trust Theseus to never put a bet out whenever you're involved again. He'll never be able to live it down.

Heck, he'd probably be damned if Newt ever saw him on one of those ugly sweaters.

Please sweet gods, no. Anything but that!

[heres-the-harry-potter-tea]

I had a dream about our favorite Scamander brothers, so I decided to make a Drabble out of it.

That’s it that’s the post.

Love is Blind but Family is Not

The Ministry ball was still in full swing—the Hogsmeade orchestra could be heard from where we were, tucked away in an alcove and perched on a window seat. Maybe later I could rejoin the festivities.

For now, I was happy to be between my favorite people, Newt and Theseus Scamander.

(At least, most of the time they were my favorite.)

Theseus was still morosely staring at his glass of fire whisky, and I had long since learned from him that he would talk when he was ready. In the meantime, Newt and I had to commiserate on Ministry policies.

“—as I was saying, the Ministry’s policies are stupid. First of all—<em>first of all</em>, there needs to be more oversight in our child welfare department. There rules are quiet frankly archaic. And—“

“I think I need to break up with Leta.” Theseus didn’t even look up, just sighed dramatically.

I rolled my eyes. “Well, <em>of course</em> you have to break up with Leta. <em>As I was saying</em>—“

“It’s just, she’s pulling away from me. I don’t think she loves me, not really. And—wait, what do you mean <em>of course I should break up with Leta</em>?”

Newt groaned, his head falling into his hands.

He may have heard me rant on the subject a few times.

“We’ll, first of all, you should never have been with her in the first place. Honestly, Leta of all people? She broke Newt’s heart, <em>and</em> got him expelled. He almost lost his wand because of it! If it wasn’t for Dumbledore…”

“And you,” Newt interrupted.

“And not me, because there is no way you can prove my involvement whatsoever. Seriously, Theseus. You betrayed Newt by dating her.”

“I did not! And besides, I thought we were past all that business with Newt’s expulsion. Remember, we decided to <em>forgive</em> her?”

“Yeah,” Newt said, “we forgave her!”

“Newt, what have I told you about forgiveness? We forgive those who’ve wronged us, and our family hates them forever. We’re family,” I said, pointing between myself and Theseus. “Or at least I am. Theseus was disowned when he started dating Leta.”

“Hey!”

“Well , it’s true! There was a meeting and everything.”

“Well, since you clearly feel so strongly about this, why didn’t you say something sooner?” Theseus replied, his tone dripping with acid. As if that ever stopped me..

“I did! I believe my exact words were, you should have no contact with Leta Lestrange who is banned from the Scamander and Bartlett household for all of eternity. Amen.”

“She was my secretary. I couldn’t exactly cut off all contact. And she was…she was sweet. And wonderful. And…”

“And she experimented on a jarvey which seriously injured a student, and then let Newt take the fall instead of taking responsibility for her own actions.”

“Which was my choice, Chrissy. You know her father would have disowned her!” Newt cut in.

I sighed. That I could concede. “Which is why our child welfare policies are outdated! But that still doesn’t mean what she did wasn’t wrong.”

“Can we please get back on track!” Theseus spat out. “I’m pouring my heart out, which is clearly a waste of time seeing as how you hate me so much.”

“I don’t hate you, I’m just very disappointed in you.”

“I thought you were the one who said that we forgive those who’ve wronged us, but our family hates them forever?” Newt said, with that innocent face he had perfected over the many years he had spent breaking the rules.

“Aha! So you admit Theseus wronged you!”

His quiet spoke for itself.

Theseus looked down at his hands, his cheeks colored pink. “Newt—I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“I didn’t. I mean, I didn’t think so. I just want you to be happy, Theseus.”

“You know I want you to be happy too,” Theseus said quietly. He laughed bitterly. “I guess I was a bit blinded by my love for her. I was selfish.”

I could have sighed out of relief. Finally, the two of them got it. It had only taken a year. But I let them keep their silence. They needed it to sort themselves out.

“So I’m breaking up with Leta.”

“Thee, don’t do it because of me.”

“It’s sickening how selfless you are. But like I said, we lost whatever we had a long time ago anyway.” Theseus looked up at me, going all soft in that way that made me give in. He and Newt had that in common, the scoundrels. “I guess I needed to hear that, Chrissy.”

“Yes, you did. Now, breaking up with Leta. Do you want me to do it or…?”

“What? No, of course not! Look, regardless of what she’s done in the past, she deserves for me to be straightforward with her.” He peered past me, fixing Newt with a pleading glance. “You’ll distract her, won’t you?”

Newt smirked. “Come on Chrissy. Didn’t you want to speak to the Minister?”

“Of course!” I huffed out. “He’s considering signing the new association legislation into place! An absolutely travesty against freedom of association. The United States had it right with the Bill of Rights, you know. And he still hasn’t taken a look at my proposal on that, I’ll wager.” I did notice the look that passed between Newt and Theseus, but really, I did need to mingle, and Theseus was a big boy who could handle a breakup. We could break out the quart of chocolate frog ice cream later and watch whatever chick flick Theseus wanted to.

And if he didn’t actually break up with her, that would simply have to be dealt with at a later time.

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Harry Potter Masterlist

Main Masterlist

X - x reader F - Female Reader (otherwise it’s gender neutral) ☀️ - Fluff ✨ - Humor ☁️ - Angst 💙 - Platonic ⭐️ - Author Faves

Theseus Scamander

Down by Contact X ☀️

Rivalry X ☀️

Unacceptable F!X ☁️☀️

Top of the Class F!X ☁️☀️

Hard Hitting Questions F!X ☀️

Pay No Attention to the Magizoologist X ☀️⭐️

Remus Lupin

Home with You F!X ☁️☀️

Werewolf X ☁️☀️⭐️

Regulus Black

Distraction X ☀️✨

Bill Weasley

Grand Plan F!X ☀️✨

Slow Dancing In A Burning Room F!X ☁️☀️

Charlie Weasley

Creative Writing Class X ☀️

Oliver Wood

Thunderbolts and Lightning X ☁️☀️

Percy Weasley

Clouds X ☀️

Ekel Tricity X ☀️

The One and Only Exception X ☀️

Can You Feel The Magic In The Air? X ☀️

Draco Malfoy

Crocs X ☀️✨

Potions and Emotions X ☁️☀️

Ginny Weasley

Wicked Smart X ☀️

Gryffindor Stereotype X ☁️☀️

🌟 Non-Reader Insert 🌟

No Students out of Bed (Marauder's Era) ☀️✨

Cabin 11 (Harry Potter/Percy Jackson Crossover) ✨

What If? (Golden Trio Era) ☀️⭐️

The Undead Scourge (Harry Potter/The Originals Crossover) ✨⭐️

Grief (Epilogue Era) ☁️

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Most Crushed on Male Harry Potter Characters: A Study (Version 2)

Because I feel that my original study on the most crushed on male Harry Potter characters was flawed, I decided to do a part 2. This time, I looked at all of the characters listed below on every website, regardless of whether they have 10 works or 10,000 works. On AO3, I also looked at original character pairings because I believe the author is usually attracted to the canon character they’re writing about or they’re writing for an audience that is attracted to the canon character. However, I couldn’t look up OC-prairings for Tumblr and Wattpad and explain why under their individual sections. The websites I looked at were AO3, Tumblr, and Wattpad. These are the results as of December 31, 2023 (I know I’m late to posting this, but it’s because I forgot to add other edits to this post until now)! 

Included characters: Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Newt Scamander, Cedric Diggory, Sebastian Sallow, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, James Potter, Tom Riddle/Voldemort, Ominis Gaunt, Neville Longbottom, Lucius Malfoy, Regulus Black, Ron Weasley, Theodore Nott, Oliver Wood, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, and Lorenzo Berkshire. 

Note: I didn’t include Harry Potter (the character) because results for Harry Potter on Wattpad and Tumblr frequently returned results about the Harry Potter fandom as a whole, not Harry Potter himself. 

Original study link (August 6, 2023) here!

*Collage is mine, but all the photos were found on Google

AO3

What I did: The number of works under “(male character)/reader” and “(male character)/you” differed, so the green number is the higher number of works between those 2 tags. The blue number is the number of works in “(male character)/original character(s).” The red number is the added total between the green and blue numbers. The characters will be ranked based on the red number.

Results:

Draco Malfoy: 1,445 + 2,981 = 4,426 works

Severus Snape: 1,128 + 2,769 = 3,897 works

Sirius Black: 952 + 2,236 = 3,188 works

Remus Lupin: 900 + 1,500 = 2,400 works

Sebastian Sallow: 880 + 1,379 = 2,259 works

Fred Weasley: 743 + 1,228 = 1,971 works

Tom Riddle/Voldemort: 361 + 979 = 1,340 works

George Weasley: 684 + 932 = 1,616 works

Ominis Gaunt: 421 + 697 = 1,118 works

Regulus Black: 223 + 878 = 1,101 works

James Potter: 375 + 506 = 881 works

Charlie Weasley: 152 + 548 = 700 works

Cedric Diggory: 232 + 422 = 654 works

Ron Weasley: 212 + 430 = 642 works

Lucius Malfoy: 202 + 384 = 586 works 

Neville Longbottom: 190 + 383 = 573 works

Theodore Nott: 95 + 426 = 521 works

Newt Scamander: 336 + 130 = 466 works

Blaise Zabini: 79+ 322 = 401 works

Oliver Wood: 123 + 198 = 321 works

Bill Weasley: 106 + 170 = 276 works

Mattheo Riddle: 59 + 108 = 167 works

Theseus Scamander: 72 + 25 = 97 works

Lorenzo Berkshire: 10 + 13 = 23 works

Potential problems: 

I think the AO3 results are the most accurate since for the most part, all reader-insert works are under only 1 name of the character, not something like “Snape/Reader” and then “Severus Snape/Reader.” However, I did notice that there were sometimes works with 2 characters where 1 character had a relationship with the character, while the other character was in a loveless arranged marriage or some sort of non-con relationship that the author didn’t mean to romanticize. 

Also, whenever I calculated the the number of works under both “(male character)/Original Female Character(s)” and “(male character)/Original Male Character(s)” it was always less than the the number of works under “(male character)/Original Character(s).” Therefore, I’m not sure if this means I undercounted OC-pairing works.

Tumblr

What I did: I researched “(male character) x reader,” “(male character) x you,” and “(male character) x y/n.” The number of followers under these tags sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of followers between the 3 tags. However, I couldn’t count the number of followers for any tag along the lines of (male character)/OC. This is because Tumblr doesn’t provide the number of followers for OC-pairing tags for whatever reason. Also, some characters are tied because Tumblr only shows followers in thousands and hundreds, not the specific number. 

Results:

Draco Malfoy: 15k followers

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin: 12k followers

James Potter: 10k followers

Fred Weasley: 9.2k followers

Tom Riddle: 6.6k followers

George Weasley: 6.4k followers

Newt Scamander: 6.2k followers

Regulus Black: 5.7k followers

Theodore Nott: 5.4k followers

Mattheo Riddle: 5.1k followers

Severus Snape: 4.5k followers

Sebastian Sallow: 4.2k followers

Cedric Diggory: 3.9k followers

Ominis Gaunt: 2.7k followers

Ron Weasley: 2.6k followers

Charlie Weasley: 2.2k followers

Neville Longbottom and Oliver Wood: 1.9k followers

Theseus Scamander: 1.8k followers

Bill Weasley: 1.5k followers

Lucius Malfoy and Lorenzo Berkshire: 1.4k followers

Blaise Zabini: 1.3k followers

Potential problems: 

Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like “Remus Lupin x Reader” and “Lupin x Reader.” 

I’m not entirely sure how Tumblr rounds the number of followers under a tag, but the number of followers can vary drastically for characters that are tied depending on how Tumblr rounds. For example, Sirius may have 12,900 followers and Remus may have 12,009 followers, or Sirius may have 12,499 followers and Remus may have 12,001 followers. Therefore, the lack of an exact number of followers under a tag has the potential to mess up the accuracy of the total final results. 

I noticed that not every single result under the tag was actually a reader-insert post. However, I don’t think this is a major issue since I counted the number of followers under a tag who are under the impression that every post with that tag actually adheres to the tag title. 

Wattpad

What I did: I searched for “(male character) x reader,” (male character) x you, and (male character) x y/n. The number of results under these searches sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of results between the 3 tags. I didn’t search for anything along the lines of (male character) x OC (refer to “potential problems” for my explanation). 

Results:

Lorenzo Berkshire: 59.3k results 

Draco Malfoy: 48.7k results

Neville Longbottom: 46.2k results

Newt Scamander: 42.9k results

Cedric Diggory: 41.5k results

Ominis Gaunt: 30.3k results

Theodore Nott: 22.2k results

Ron Weasley: 19.7k results

Remus Lupin: 17.3k results

James Potter: 14.9k results

Sirius Black: 14.3k results

Severus Snape: 13k results

Fred Weasley: 11.6k results

Tom Riddle/Voldemort: 11.1k results

George Weasley: 9.2k results

Oliver Wood: 4.8k results

Regulus Black: 3.4k results

Blaise Zabini: 3k results

Lucius Malfoy: 2.5k results

Mattheo Riddle: 1.8k results

Bill Weasley: 1.6k results

Charlie Weasley: 1.4k results

Sebastian Sallow: 400 results

Theseus Scamander: 175 results

Potential problems: 

I don’t think these results are very accurate, especially since Lorenzo has only 23 works on AO3 yet somehow has more results here than Draco. Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like Remus Lupin x Reader and Lupin x Reader. 

Searches for James, Potter, and Remus frequently returned Marauder fanfiction collections which didn’t separate works for the individual characters. 

As I stated above, I didn’t research pairings with OCs since many of the results didn’t even return OC pairings. For example, the very first result for Snape x OFC is literally a fic of James Potter x Snape. 

If you compare my results from the original study, some of the characters have fewer results than they originally had. I’m not sure if this is an error on my part, if Wattpad changed how it returns results for searches, or if some fics were deleted. 

Wattpad doesn’t provide the exact number of results for each search, so this has the potential to mess up the final total results.

Final Total Results

Draco Malfoy: ≈68,126 admirers 

Lorenzo Berkshire: ≈60,723 admirers

Newt Scamander: ≈49,566 admirers

Neville Longbottom: ≈48,673 admirers

Cedric Diggory: ≈46,054 admirers

Ominis Gaunt: ≈34,118 admirers

Remus Lupin: ≈31,700 admirers

Sirius Black: ≈29,488 admirers

Theodore Nott: ≈28,121 admirers

James Potter: ≈25,781 admirers

Ron Weasley: ≈22,942 admirers

Fred Weasley: ≈22,771 admirers

Severus Snape: ≈21,397 admirers

Tom Riddle/Voldemort: ≈19,040 admirers

George Weasley: ≈17,216 admirers

Regulus Black: ≈10,201 admirers

Sebastian Sallow: ≈6,859 admirers

Mattheo Riddle: ≈7,067 admirers

Oliver Wood: ≈7,021 admirers

Blaise Zabini: ≈4,701 admirers

Lucius Malfoy: ≈4,486 admirers

Charlie Weasley: ≈4,300 admirers

Bill Weasley: ≈3,376 admirers

Theseus Scamander: ≈2,072 admirers

Once again, I doubt the accuracy of these results, so take these results with a grain of salt. However, I do think these results are more accurate than my last research study since I tried to be more precise. Also, these results aren’t necessarily indicative of how much a character is crushed on since there are probably plenty of people who don’t write fanfiction, follow tags on their loved character, or interact with fanfiction/the fandom in general. I will do this study on female characters sometime in the future, but I don’t know if I’ll redo this study on male characters. Thanks for reading! 

[freedomforthewin]

Thank you, @scamanderishredmayniac, for the tag!

So I’ve been working on a Fantastic Beasts fanfiction story that’s almost ready to be posted. It’s been a very difficult story to write, haha. Anyways, here is the last line I wrote (not the last line in the story):

They always genuinely cared about you.

Whoever would like to participate in this game, please feel free to!

Last Line Game

Tagged by @tathrin, and frankly I'm just happy I have something to use for this! I'm assuming this is the last line you wrote?

Could anyone who had asserted their will over this knowledge resist the urge to leave a trace?

Part of previously-mentioned Librarian Scholar Heroics hehe ;)

Tagging @enide-s-dear @brasspumpkinspice @unnamedelement and anyone else who wants to do it!

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Dear Universe Love Reader

by nincompoopydoo A collection of "x reader" shorts written for characters across multiple fandoms, initially posted on my tumblr blog (@nincompoopydoo). Words: 6569, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Criminal Minds (US TV), Top Gun (Movies), IT (Movies - Muschietti), Agent Carter (TV), Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, DC Extended Universe, Merlin (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Newt Scamander, James Potter, Theseus Scamander, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Sir Percival, Percival (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin), Richie Tozier, Loki (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Daniel Sousa, Poe Dameron, Armitage Hux, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen Relationships: Newt Scamander/Reader, James Potter/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Fred Weasley/Reader, George Weasley/Reader, Robert "Bob" Floyd/Reader, Aaron Hotchner/Reader, Sir Percival/Reader, Richie Tozier/Reader, Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Sam Wilson/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers & Reader, Daniel Sousa/Reader, Poe Dameron/Reader, Armitage Hux/Reader, Bruce Wayne/Reader, Barry Allen/Reader, Percival (Merlin)/Reader Additional Tags: One Shot Collection, Reader-Insert via https://ift.tt/K1wxe6i

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Wolf Case

Summary: Theseus/Reader, Reader’s a werewolf under Newts care, Theseus mistakes her for a new assistant

“Newt! Tina said you were down here. Oh, hello; is Newt in?” You startle at the tall wizard standing in the doorway.

“No sir; he’s out with the Kelpie; it needed to go for a run; well a swim I guess since it exists in the water. It’s a pleasure to meet one of Newt's friends.” You smile, holding out your hand for him to shake.

“Friend?” he questions and you nod.

“Newt put up a protection spell on the case; to make sure only friends could come in. Well those he considers friends; an added layer of safety.” He takes your hand and smiles.

“Theseus. It’s a pleasure.”

“Y/N; the pleasure is mine. Would you like to wait for him to get back? It shouldn’t take more than a few minutes more; he left almost an hour ago.” Theseus nods and sits on the workbench while you finish feeding the nifflers.

“Would you like tea while we’re waiting?” He shakes his head.

“No thank you.”

“So what do you do that caused you to meet Newt?”

“I work for the ministry of magic.” You jump back surprised.

“Really?”

“Yes I’m an auror.”

“Oh do you know Tina then? She works for the MCUSA in New York.”

“No I met Tina through Newt. We went to Hogwarts together.”

“Oh wow; I did to; I was in the year behind Newt but we were both in hufflepuff; what about you?”

“Gryffindor. A year above Newt.”

“Well that’s a nice change from the usual gryffindor background; being an Auror and all. You get put on a lot of dangerous missions?” You half joke and he grins a little.

“Mostly now it’s just paperwork. Most of the danger is things Newt’s dragged me into.” You laugh nodding.

“I can understand that.” You grin and he smiles back as you ask more about his job and the specific department he works in; you’re a little surprised to hear he manages a small team. Even more surprised to hear he was involved in the war and was considered a war hero when he made it home. You learned that his mother bred Hippogriff’s as well; you wonder if that’s maybe how he and Newt met.

“I’ll come back next week; if that’s alright.” He grins and you nod back to him watching as he leaves.

Newt reappears almost instantly and you realize he was hiding.

“He’s gone?”

“For now; he said he’ll be back next week; some sort of ministry case.”

Theseus returns later in the day Newt once again vanishing to leave you with him. Not that you mind, you find yourself developing a small crush on him that you can only feel getting bigger as the hours go by.

“What do you need help with, maybe I could help; if you need Newt?” You tilt your head and smile.

“Well I needed him to look over some pawprints we found.” He gestures to the stack of files he has floating behind him.

“Oh I can see if I know anything; I’m good with prints.” He nods offering you the images and you leaf through them, nerves growing.

“It’s some sort of canine; a few of the ministry in the magical creatures department think it’s a werewolf; but a werewolf wouldn’t be so close to the city without more death.”

“More death?” You question and he nods.

“All we’ve been able to find nearby the prints have been the occasional dead rabbit. If it is a werewolf it would be attacking humans.”

“Hm; well maybe it’s a grim? Or just a young werewolf? And it can’t attack humans yet because it’s too small?”

“Possibly; do those prints match with a young werewolf?” He learns forward slightly over your shoulder and you’re about to turn back to him when you hear Newt coming down the stairs.

“Newt!”

“Theseus; what are you doing here?” He pretends to sound surprised, you know he was hoping Theseus was gone.

“I stopped by the ministry is dealing with what we think is a werewolf; I was asking your assistant her opinion.”

“My assistant; oh yes Y/N.” He offers a smile and you nod, mouthing thank you.

“Was she any help?”

“Well she suggested it might be a juvenile; or some other canine creature.”

“Hmm the prints mark it as a werewolf; but the size doesn’t match up with a young one; maybe a smaller werewolf but not as young as you’re thinking. It might just not be hungry? Most werewolves attack out of hunger; the transformation takes most of their energy.” Newt nods and Thesues nods along with him.

“So we just need to capture it; so we can bring it somewhere else.”

“Theseus it’s a person; if it’s a werewolf; you can’t just relocate it so it won't attack humans.”

“It’s the only option besides well you know killing it.” Theseus sighs running his hands through his hair.

“Theseus; just think about-“

“It’s not my choice Newt. You know that. If we can find it before the ministry does it might be easier to convince them to move; or just live with you or something; Hell move them in with mom and dad for all I care; then it can spend its days chasing hippogriffs. Merlin Newt I don’t have all the answers.” Theseus huffs gesturing with his arms.

“I know Theseus. Thank you for letting me know.”

“I’ll be checking in later in the week as well. Full moon will give us more answers hopefully.” He nods and starts ascending the stairs you and Newt follow him watching as Newt magics over the kettle and cups.

“Theseus you should stay for tea.”

“That would be wonderful but I have to get back to work.”

“Stay.” Newt hums offering him out a cup from the set floating over the table.

“You’re lucky I still have time for lunch.” He sits across from you and you pull a mug over. You let Newt make your tea and can see Theseus frown as he sets it in front of you.

“Thanks Newt.”

“No problem Y/N.”

“So what were you two talking about when I missed you? Or was it more about the prints.”

“I was just telling Y/N about my job.”

“Is that why she looks so tired then?” Newt jokes and you chuckle.

“Well I’m sorry I’m not able to keep up with you two and your magical creature talk.”

“You know plenty about Hippogriffs; you can talk her ear off about those; she’s never met one before.”

“I’m sure you’ve explained everything there is to know about them. It’s the entire reason you became so fond of magical creatures after all. Although I don’t think mother was too excited when you brought home that murtlap from the beach.”  You laugh and smile content to listen to Theseus tell stories about him and Newt growing up.

“Y/N, you feeling okay?” You blink sluggishly and nod.

“Sorry just tired from the other day.” You shrug a little and grimace at the thought of having to do everything over tonight.

“Are you sure the environment will hold me?” You ask as Newt shows you the forested area that’s devoid of any creatures.

“None of the creatures will be in danger either.” He assures his hand on your shoulder.

“Thank you for this. If I stay here; do you think the ministry will leave me alone?”

“They should; it would help to tell Theseus; he could say I’ve given evidence that the werewolf has moved back to the forest or something.”

“Newt you can’t tell him. At least not yet; it might sort itself out anyways.” You cringe at the thought of Theseus seeing you as the beast you are.

“Okay we’ll give it another week; it’ll give them time to use tracking spells if they decide to go that far.” You sigh in relief.

You wake up vision blurry and your head still spinning, you glance to the pile of folded clothes and slowly pull them on; as you sit and eventually stand up you can hear Newt talking upstairs out of the case. You make your way up peering around as you see Theseus sitting talking.

“Morning Y/N.” Newt grins and you smile at him taking the cup of tea Theseus offers out.

“Hold on.” You freeze as his hand brushes some grass from your hair.

“Were the mooncalves dancing last night?” You nod at Theseus’ question and he grins back. He tucks some hair behind your ear as you sit next to him.

“So any luck?”

“We used a couple of tracking spells and followed them into the forest nearby; it seems like the creature has vanished into there; if we see any traces of it tonight we’ll go after it but if we don’t the ministry has agreed to leave it alone for now.” He sighs, pulling over a biscuit.

-

You should stay; we haven’t seen you in a while. It would be nice to catch up while we’re here for a visit.” Queenie appears with the tea set floating behind her.

“Oh Y/N; you’re awake how’re you feeling?” Thesues turns slightly to look at you and Queenie smiles at Newt who looks slightly panicked.

“Did something happen?”

“She fell into the Kelpie’s home earlier.” Tina supplies and you laugh a little.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah; I just had to sleep it off.”

“Sleep off what almost drowning?” You chew your lip at his scolding and shrug a little.

“It’s fine; I only got a couple of scrapes from the wall of the enclosure.” His frown increases.

“They’re almost healed anyways.”

“You got hurt? And Newt expected you to work after that!” Thesues scolds and Newt shakes his head.

“I asked to work; Newt is the one who sent me to rest.”

“ How bad are the cuts?”

“They’re nothing; I swear.”You try to appease him and sigh rolling up your sleeve showing one of the oldest cuts from your transformation last night. He glares at you and Newt before his wand waves something forward and he nudges you to sit on the seat he’s now vacated.

“Honestly you need to take better care of yourself love; this could become infected or upset the other creatures. No idea what you were thinking.” Theseus clicks his tongue and you hang your head.

“You can’t go running around that case and expect all of them not to react you to being injured; you’re not one of them.” Newt offers you a sly grin and you shake your head. Theseus nudging your arm back to where it was resting on his leg. You hadn’t noticed he’d been steadily cleaning more and more of the cuts.

“So you’re one of them then? Did Newt find some sort of shapeshifting creature that took your form? Or maybe you’re some sort of veela hybrid?” Theseus looks to Newt before his face turns pink.

“So the first idea is a Veela; not what you’ve been chasing for the past three months?”

“Newt. If you’re telling me Y/N is the werewolf I was talking about having to kill.”

“I’m suggesting; not telling.” Newt smirks and Theseus scowls.

“At least you’re not charming me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Veela’s can use enchantment charms.” Newt supplies and you nod.

“I know that; I don’t understand why Theseus thinks I would be charming him with said charms I can’t use because I’m apparently part veela now.” You laugh a little and Theseus scowls sinking in the chair you’ve returned to him; before you’d pulled over your own stool.

“It’s nothing.”

“No it has to be something if you’re embarrassed by it.”

“I’m not embarrassed by it.”

“You’re not embarrassed by crushing on a werewolf?”

“Newt.” Theseus glares at him and Newt rolls his eyes.

“I could be more vulgar about it. If you want.”

“You could just not say anything while Y/N is sitting right there.” He gestures towards you and you wave and Newt grins.

“Why do you think I said it?”

“I hate you.”

“You’re my older brother; when am I going to get a chance to tease you about this; think about it this way; at least it’s not me telling this to our parents; or at your wedding.”

“We went from hinting at a crush to a wedding now?” Theseus sighs looking up to the ceiling.

“She hasn’t even met our parents yet Newt merlin’s sake.”

“Thee you haven’t even asked her out yet.” Newt adds and you try not to laugh when his face drains of colour only to be replaced by an almost pure red.

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Theseus and Birthday?

You quietly slip out of the office, re-locking the door with a small flick of the wand.

You just round the corner when you can hear voices. You press your back against the wall, listening.

“When you get the files, could you send them over?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Than- what’s this?”

“I’m not sure, sir.”

You smile to yourself as you imagine Theseus’s face. A look of confusion, then concern and alert, then a relax of the shoulders when he recognizes your handwriting.

“Do you recognize it, sir?”

You imagine his lips curve into a smile, the slightest blush on his cheeks. “Ah, just a birthday gift it seems.” Even now you can tell he’s trying hard to see casual.

“Very good, sir. Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

You can tell the words are meant for you, and it fills your heart as you walk back to your office.

[valkyriepirate]

Newt Scamander x Reader One Shot- Christmas at Hogwarts

Summary:  Christmas has come and the students at Hogwarts have returned to their homes for the break. All except you, a Seventh Year Muggleborn staying at Hogwarts for the holidays. It’s Christmas Eve and you’re feeling quite lonely- that is, until your friend Newt Scamander finds you in the dining hall by the fire. Soon you realize that Christmas may be far more magical than you’d hoped. 

Warnings: Fluff overload. :)

Word count: 3.6k words 

A/N: I know I’m posting this fic wayyy after Christmas, but it’s always Newt Scamander season in my heart and I couldn’t resist. ;D

#5- Christmas at Hogwarts

The fire was your only company in all of Hogwarts that night.  

It blazed and crackled in the grate, warm and inviting as a dear friend. You scooted closer, shivering even underneath your thick coat. Your hands seemed incapable of warming up. No matter how close you held them to the fire, the warmth declined to accompany you for long. It was too painful a reminder of your family; like them, the heat pushed you away if you got too close, threatening to sear your skin. Yet too far and it felt like there was not a fire burning at all.  

You swallowed your respite. It was Christmas Eve, and Hogwarts was decorated beautifully- golden tinsel strung along the window frames, evergreen wreaths with large acorns and red bows adorning the doors, and even an enormous pine tree set up in the corner, clothed in a myriad of twinkling lights and shining ornaments. But the décor was just another reminder of how alone you were. Everyone in your House had returned home to loving families and abundant gifts for Christmas- all except you.  

You pulled your (Y/H) scarf tighter, rubbing your face with the soft cloth as you tried to thaw your freezing skin. You refused to let any tears fall. Yes, you were alone, but it was Christmas. There was solace in the good memories you had of years past, and no matter how desolate things seemed, you always felt that the magic in the air was stronger this time of year.  

You had taken to drawing miniature snowmen in the fireplace cinders with your wand when you felt it: something small and warm brushing against your leg. Startled, you looked to the side but saw nothing. Then the same sensation rubbed against your other leg. As you turned, a furry little creature poked its head out from underneath your coat. It looked like a fluffy platypus, with a pink bill, pale feet, and tiny curved claws.  

“Well hello, little fella,” you said, scooping the creature into your hands. It was incredibly soft. “Where did you come from?”

The creature purred as you stroked it tenderly, gazing up at you with shimmering black eyes. You laughed in delight as it scurried up your arm and snuggled between your scarf and your neck.

“Cold, are you?” You tucked in both ends of your scarf, creating a scooped blanket for the creature. “There. Is that better?”

It nuzzled into your neck and you laughed again as its fur tickled you. It was possible it escaped from one of the classrooms, but you didn’t feel the need to return it anywhere- at least, not for now. You felt the weight on your heart begin to lessen. Maybe you wouldn’t be so alone on Christmas Eve after all.  

“Teddy?”

You craned your head around at the familiar voice. You hadn’t heard anyone enter the main hall- in fact, you had been sure you were the only one left in the whole building. As you wondered who it could be, a boy with a swath of ruddy hair emerged from the hall.

“Teddy? Don’t be a scoundrel. I better not catch you stealing any-” The boy stopped when he saw you. “Oh. (Y/N). I didn’t know you were here.”

“I didn’t know you were here either, Newt,” you said, a smile creeping up your face. The presence of your longtime friend was an even greater relief to your solemnity. “What are you doing here?”

He shifted, pulling at his bright yellow Hufflepuff scarf. “I-I came to find Teddy.”

“He’s with me,” you said, patting your scarf. “But I mean, why are you here- not at home with your family? It’s Christmas Eve.”

He didn’t speak for a long time. Eventually he said, “I... may have missed the last train.”

You gaped at him, a disbelieving laugh escaping your lips. “You missed the last train? How?”

He wouldn’t meet your eyes. It occurred to you that maybe he had been withheld from boarding for an unknown reason.  

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I guess it’s just nice not to be alone.” When he didn’t reply, you offered, “Want to sit with me?”

His eyebrows twitched up as if you’d given him an umbrella on a bleak rainy day. Newt was undoubtedly much different than the rest of your friends- he was so incredibly gentle and humble in a way that was rare to find in anyone else. He was always generous in his kindness, but the moment even the smallest kindness was offered him back, he was so unprepared that it almost made you want to laugh.  

He came and sat down a little ways away from you. You patted the floor next to you, beckoning him closer. “Come here. You’ll feel the fire better.”

It was impossible to tell if the redness on his cheeks was a blush or the glow of the fire. Slowly, he scooted to sit next to you.  

“He’s taken a liking to you,” he mumbled. “Teddy, I mean.”

“I think he’s taken more of a liking to my scarf. I can’t say I blame him.”

Newt smiled briefly, staring at the embers on the ground. “Nifflers may pride on materialism, but they know a pure heart when they see one.”

Something about the words warmed your insides. “Where did you find him anyway?” you asked.  

“You could say he’s a family pet.”

“Oh. Your mother keeps magical creatures, right?”

“She breeds Hippogriffs,” said Newt. “Some of the other creatures are...adopted family members.”

You gazed contentedly into the fire. “That sounds nice.”

Newt stole a glance at you, playing with the rim of his cloak. “If I may ask... why are you here, (Y/N)?”

It was your turn to run short of words. The truth was that you were a Muggleborn and your family vehemently disapproved of magic. Some of the professors at Hogwarts had hexed them for years into believing that you went to a boarding school like any other, but last year the truth got out. Your family ordered you to stop attending Hogwarts. When you refused, they said you could stay- so long as you didn’t return home.  

You still loved your family and missed them dearly. But you couldn’t deny the magic in your veins. You couldn’t leave Hogwarts behind, not when it had been your second home for so long. Not when it meant saying goodbye to the friends you had made.  

Instead of saying any of this, you gave Newt an encouraging smile and said, “I couldn’t make it home for the holidays.”

A comfortable silence passed between you two, broken only by the crack and snap of the logs in the fire. In that moment it seemed you had bonded in a way you never had before. There was something about being alone together on a holiday when you were meant to be with everyone that united your shivering hearts. You thought that if it had to be anyone here with you tonight on Christmas Eve, you were glad it was Newt Scamander.

“(Y/N)?” said Newt after a while.

“Yes?”

He seemed to be treading carefully. “How would you like to come to Hogsmeade with me?”

You blinked at him before breaking into a grin. “Do you really mean it?”

“Well, only if it’s something you’d like to do-”

You laid an excited hand on his knee. “That sounds wonderful. What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

Newt appeared so startled by your touch that he sat frozen in place as you jumped up and bounded down the hall. You stopped at the doors and turned back to face him. “Come on Newt, don’t be a slowpoke,” you said, a teasing tone sliding into your voice. Teddy the Niffler chittered in agreement.  

Blushing deeper, Newt pushed to his feet and followed you down the hall. “Don’t you turn against me now, Teddy.”

If it could have been possible for a Niffler to snicker, he would have. You laughed at the two of them. “Race you to the front gates!”

Newt didn’t have time to reply before you took off. Smiling to himself, he ran after you, the sounds of laughter and clicking soles on stone floors filling the lonely castle with a beautiful kind of music.  

******

The snow had been falling heavily since morning and was settled so thickly across the cobblestone pathway that you felt like you were walking on cotton candy. You were still panting and flushed with heat from your sprint throughout the castle, and the frigid air blowing your hair away from your face was more welcoming in that moment than any fire could have been. Your breaths came out like transparent white clouds as you turned around and triumphantly pumped your fists in the air. “I win!”

Newt, panting just as hard and clutching his side, nodded fervently. You wanted to giggle again at the sight of him- one pant leg rolled a bit higher than the other, his scarf tossed askew around his shoulders, his cloak hanging crookedly around his body. You had to resist an urge to ruffle his already messy hair, which was quickly becoming powdered white with snow.  

You peeked inside your scarf to check on the Niffler. “You alright in there, little buddy?”

The creature’s eyes were wide with exhilaration. He gave you a sweet kiss on the chin and you laughed as its ticklish fur caressed your skin.  

“He’d prefer to be carried all day if you let him,” Newt said, crunching across the snow to you. “Though I’d be careful. He tends to steal shiny things.”

“This little guy, a thief?” you scratched his soft belly. “That couldn’t be.”

“Have you lost anything?”

You playfully bumped him with your elbow. “Got nothing to lose. Come on, we’d better go before they douse the lanterns.”

The snow proved as deep and noncompliant as it looked from afar as you and Newt treaded along the path. Each of your steps sank down until the snow was nearly to your knees, making every few steps quite arduous work. Newt came up with the brilliant idea to magic the both of you a pair of snowshoes, and from then on the going was far easier.  

The two of you were chatting about your semesters, your midterm exams, and your plans after Hogwarts when you reached the hilltop that led down into Hogsmeade village. It looked like a Christmas town, with slanted rooftops layered with snow, light gray smoke trailing from chimneys, and sparkling green-and-red lights along the storefronts. You even spotted a few decorated Christmas trees in windows and in front of squat buildings.  

By then the cold had seeped back into your bones and left you shivering to your core. Newt, dressed similar to you, was clenching his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering. Nothing in the world seemed more appealing right then than to huddle up in one of the Hogsmeade pubs next to a fireplace, preferably with a cup of something hot. But an idea had crept into your mind.  

“What’s that?” you gasped.  

Newt furrowed his brow, searching the scene below. “What?”

“That, down there.”

“The village?”

“No, to the left of it.”

You stepped backward as he stepped forward to see. “The forest?”

“Next to the forest.”

“I’m not sure I understand-”

Newt was cut off as a huge, crude snowball hit him clean in the back with a splat! He jumped, whirling around questioningly, one hand already on his wand. Then he saw your impish grin.  

“Does this mean war?” he asked rather timidly.  

You scooped up more snow and rolled it into a ball. “This means war.”

Newt dove as you aimed the next snowball at him. He gathered one and took aim at you, though his force was poor. The snowball came just short of your feet.  

“Afraid to hit a girl, Scamander?” you teased. “I’m sure Teddy could throw harder than that.”

“I’m only afraid it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me,” he said as another of your artillery smacked him on the shoulder.  

“This should be an easy win then!”

The two of you ran down the hill, peppering each other with snowballs, dodging and rolling in the snow, the sound of your laughter sweetening the lonely night air. The ice was numbing your fingers and your sides were aching with exertion, but you didn’t care. You hadn’t had this kind of fun in a long time.  

You darted to a nearby tree to restock when a cluster of snow larger than your head exploded upon the side of your face. You looked up, mouth open, and stared in disbelief at the Hufflepuff.  

“Sorry!” Newt said quickly, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I-I didn’t realize-”

He was cut off as you whipped out your wand and, grinning from ear to ear, lifted a mountain of snow into the air above his head. With a flick you let it drop, effectively drowning him from head to toe in a small avalanche.  

He burst from the little mountain, sputtering and shaking snow out of his eyes. “You cheated,” he gasped. “Magic.”

“Whoever said there were any rules?”

You granted him a moment to pull himself out of the snow and get back on his feet. He gave you a playfully hesitant look. In the next moment, his wand was in his hand and a fleet of snowballs were soaring towards you.  

You retaliated to match, sending torrents to meet him and diverting his attacks. He’d finally begun to give the competition you were looking for.  

You slipped as he used magic to shift the snow beneath your feet, seeing that he was rolling a snowball large enough to cloak the forest. While he was distracted, you caused a ball to hit him in the back of the head, impeding his focus. In one fell swoop, you made a gust of wind knock him to his knees and destroyed the giant snowball before it could approach you. You waved your wand vivaciously and tiny snowballs about the size of chocolate frogs ambushed him from all sides.  

Newt struggled beneath the attack, but he was unable to gather his wits in the firefight. At last he shouted, “You win! You win! I surrender!”

With a swish the ambush ceased. You strode toward him, tossing your scarf over your shoulder in victory. “I win for the second time tonight, Scamander. You’re off your game.”

Newt looked like he was trying not to smile. “Consider it Christmas spirit. I’m feeling gracious.”

You reached out and dusted some of the snow from his hair. “Perhaps. Or perhaps that’s just an excuse.”

“Perhaps.” His voice turned quiet. You were suddenly aware of how close you two were.  

“Well, as the winner, I should get some kind of prize, don’t you think?” you said.  

He’d been staring at the ground, avoiding prolonged eye contact as he usually did, but now his gaze snapped up to meet yours. “Yes. I suppose so.”

Your heart had begun to thump erratically and you weren’t exactly sure why. It cut through your puckish bravado, stilling your thoughts and making them run wild all at once. He was close enough that you could smell the comforting scent of the fire sunk into his cloak and see the remains of snow still stuck to his eyelashes.  

Newt wasn’t looking at your eyes anymore. He was looking at your lips.  

He’s my friend, you thought. He had been for years. But if he was simply that, why were you suddenly feeling this way?

Your head leaned closer to him ever so infinitesimally. His did the same, as if compelled by some external power. Perhaps it was the magic in the air or even the spirit of Christmas, but you didn’t allow yourself to think about what you did next.  

You took him by the scarf and kissed him.  

You felt a flicker of surprise go through his body, and if you were being honest, you were surprised too. But in the next moment his stiffness melted away and he sank deeper into the kiss. One of his hands came up to cup your face ever so delicately as if you were a dream made of snow that would swirl away in an instant.  

It seemed that you two stood there for hours, yet once you pulled away it felt that less than seconds had passed. You and Newt appeared to be locked in place by each other’s gaze, breaths coming short in little white clouds. He was blushing so profoundly that his cheeks were almost as red as his hair. He took a shaky breath and leaned forward again, and you could sense the insatiable desire that had now awoken within him, how one kiss seemed to open doors to a million thoughts and longings the both of you had stored so deeply within that you hadn’t ever acknowledged it.  

Your lips had barely met for the second time when something furry barged its way in front of your face. Both you and Newt stumbled back, startled. Then you erupted into laughter.

“A jealous one, are you?” you snatched Teddy from where he’d run atop your head and poked him in the side. He warbled indignantly.  

Chuckling, you looked back up at Newt. A grin was plastered on his face that was so broad you truly believed it had the capacity to light a shooting star.  

You stepped closer to him and set Teddy on his shoulder, wrapping the Niffler up in Newt’s scarf. Your fingers lingered on his chest for a moment before you turned your eyes to the ground, feeling heat sweep your cheeks.  

“That was a pretty good reward,” you said bashfully.

“You should win more often,” mumbled Newt. You two would have probably stood there smiling at the ground like idiots for the rest of the night if Teddy hadn’t released a chirp of impatience.  

“He must be cold,” Newt bundled the Niffler underneath his cloak.  

“To the village?” you suggested.

“To the village,” he agreed.  

You two set off on the path you’d been on before, and even though it had to be nearly midnight by now, the moon and stars seemed to shine brighter, and the Christmas lights decorating Hogsmeade Village twinkled with greater joy. As you walked, you felt Newt’s hand brush yours. You slid your fingers into his and the connection sent pleasant shivers up your arm.  

You came upon a homely pub with a sign out front that read THREE BROOMSTICKS INN. Newt held the door open for you and the delicious scent of peppermint eggnog and baked frosted pastries wafted out to the street.  

Despite how quiet the street had been, the pub was bursting with customers, all huddled in groups or pairs, all sipping some heavenly hot beverage that warmed your stomach by its very smell. Deep-bellied laughter echoed off the wooden beams of the arched roof. A cozy fire crackled in the great hearth.  

You ordered two hot butterbeers and sat on the floor in front of the fire. Newt sat next to you, and as soon as he did Teddy scampered out of his scarf and into your lap.  

“Traitor,” Newt whispered, but his voice was so innocent it made you grin.  

The butterbeers came round and you wanted to bathe yourself in its warmth. As the two of you took blessedly long sips, you sighed and rested your head on Newt’s shoulder. Earlier tonight, you had been sitting and staring at a similar fire, thinking about how you’d be alone on Christmas Eve. And while all your friends and house mates would be surrounded by family tomorrow morning, opening their gifts, you knew that you had gotten the best gift of all.  

“Thank you, Newt,” you murmured.  

He blinked. “For what?”

“For being you,” you said. “For being here when no one else was.”

He was quiet for a long time. Eventually he said, “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

“Merry Christmas, Newt.”

The two of you sat by the fire so long that you had nearly drifted to sleep on his shoulder. The other customers were singing carols and clinking glasses, and in that moment, you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.  

The next thing you knew, Newt was gently nudging you awake. You looked up, rubbing sleep from your eyes, at a bundled, slim young man with a head of dark hair covered by a winter hat. Perhaps you were just incredibly sleepy, but he had a striking resemblance to Newt.

He knelt to get on your level. “What am I going to do with you, Newt?” He ruffled Newt’s hair. “Missed the train? Really?”

Newt just smiled. “You came back for me?”

“I can’t very well leave you here for Christmas, can I?” The young man turned his eyes to you. “I’m Theseus. Newt’s brother.”

“(Y/N),” you said.  

Theseus looked between you and Newt, a sly grin creeping up his face. “Would you like to come with us?” he asked.  

“Come with you? Where?”

“Home,” Theseus said simply.  

You glanced at Newt. He was staring at your lips again. He looked up to meet your eyes. “Please,” he said quietly.  

You thought you might melt into a frosty puddle right there on the floor. “I would love that. Very much.”  

“Alright then.” Theseus offered you a hand and pulled you to your feet. He patted his brother’s shoulder. “Left in Hogwarts on Christmas. Just like my brother. Shall we?”

You slung your arm around Newt’s. “We shall.”

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[its-vannah]

Confessions | Part One | Theseus x Reader

A/N: This one is so wholesome. I love it <3 I'll be making a part two soon. Stay tuned!

Series: Confessions | Part One | Part Two | Part Three |

Word Count: 1,022

Warnings: Fluff, loads and loads of fluff

Standing in front of the mirror at Madam Malkin's, you turned slowly from side to side, watching as your dress swayed with your movements. It was nice, sure, but you weren't certain that it was the dress.

From behind the curtain, a voice called out, "You alright in there?"

Taking a deep breath, you smoothed out the gown and turned towards the red velvet curtain, pulling it open and stepping out.

"What about this one?" You asked, turning slowly in a circle to give your friend the best view possible.

He merely smiled, letting out a breathy laugh, "Looks great."

"Theseus!" You exclaimed, "You said that about the last one!"

Theseus sat reclined in a loveseat, his hands resting behind his head as he waited for you to ask him for his advice on which dress to wear to the Ministry gala. He had invited you "as a friend" for the event, and you had taken that title seriously. The Ministry of Magic only hosted one gala, typically towards the end of the year, and you had never been.

But you had heard stories. Many stories about the events that unfolded at the event. And ever since you were a little girl, watching your older brother, an intern at the Ministry, getting ready for the gala, you had dreamt of going. You didn't intend to waste this opportunity on a simple dress. No, you wanted something you felt pretty and confident in.

But you had yet to find it.

A smile spread on his lips, "Well, it's true. You've looked nice in every dress you've tried on-- Truly. This one's no different. But I do have to be getting home soon. Mum is making pumpkin pastilles for dessert and I really don't want to miss it."

"Well, I wouldn't want to keep you from your mum's pastilles," You teased, picking the final dress up from the rack, "One last one and then I'll decide and you're free to eat Godric knows what."

"You're no help," You teased, picking up the final dress from the rack, "Last one and then we can leave, alright?"

Stepping into the fitting room, you drew the curtain shut behind you as Theseus called out, "You mean, after two and a half hours, you're going to make a decision?"

As you slipped out of the purple gown and into the green, you couldn't help but smile at his remark, "Do you want to get home to your pumpkin pastilles or not?"

"Point taken," Theseus laughed, "But you know-"

You had stepped out of the fitting room, pulling at the sleeves of your dress as you slowly spun around, "Well? The sooner you say something, the sooner you get to eat."

His breath hitched in his throat, "I, um, well, I think that's… that's the one."

Raising a brow, a slight smirk appeared on your face, "Are you just saying that because your mum's cooking is involved? Or is it genuinly the best option."

Theseus shook his head, "You look beautiful, Y/N. Truly."

The sincerity in his voice struck your heart and you couldn't help but beam down at him, "Then I guess this is the one."

His eyes were glued to your back as you walked back into the fitting room, the curtain closing once again. Theseus simply stared at where you had once stood, his tie suddenly too tight around his neck. Loosening it a bit, he cleared his throat. You were his friend. One of his closest, and if he was being honest, one of his only, friends and he wasn't about to lose that. No matter how he felt about you, he wouldn't do that to you. Or Newt. Or his mum. Merlin's Beard, you had practically grown up with the Scamander brothers. You were like family in their eyes. But you were more to Theseus. At least, in his head.

So when Theseus heard frustrated grunts coming from the fitting room, he snapped out of his trance, rising to his feet, "Everything alright?"

"No," You grunted, "This dress… I can't get the zipper… Wand's too far… I'm a bit stuck, actually…"

"Do you need help?" He asked, his voice wavering.

"Would you mind?" You said, your voice lifting, "Oh, Theseus, I'd love you forever if you would. I mean, I already do, I suppose, but even more."

He cleared his throat, his hand grazing the velvet fabric of the curtain, "I'm coming in, alright?"

"Yes," You said, your arm stuck in the dress as he slipped in, the curtain closing behind him.

Theseus couldn't help but laugh, "You weren't kidding about beign stuck, were you?"

"No," You grinned, "The zipper's stuck on some of the fabric. I can't reach it. Can you get it for me?"

He nodded, swallowing, his hand grazing your back where the zipper had gotten caught. Working the zipper around the fabric it was stuck on, he slowly got it free without damaging the gown.

Sliding it the rest of the way down your back after making sure you were holding onto the front of the dress, he smiled, "There you go."

You squealed excitedly, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Wrapping him in a one-arm hug, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, "Guess you can get those pumpkin pastilles now, can't you?"

Shock settled through him, "What?"

"The pumpkin pastilles your mum's making," You reminded him, "Now that I've got the dress all figured out, you won't miss dessert."

"Oh," Theseus said, in a bit of a daze, "Nearly forgot."

"You, forgetting about dessert? I don't believe it," You teased, ushering him out of the room, "Now get out of here so I can get changed."

Nodding, he left, "Let me know if you need anything else, alright? I'll see you tomorrow."

"Of course," You grinned, "I'll see you tomorrow, Thes. Enjoy time at your mum's. Love you!"

"I love you, too."

But for some reason, that "love you" had a deeper meaning than all the other "love you's" he had said to you before. It wasn't so much a goodbye as it was a confession.

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Updated on: 6/23/2025

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A/N: I write for almost anyone here so feel free to send stuff in!

◈ Accessible Stories will be marked with this mark ◈

���━ ✥Shots to a "Merry" Christmas✥ ━━

A series of one-shots. 26 Shots and a couple of pennies to spare.

◈ Farewell Gift (Angst! Percival Graves x No-Maj Reader)

And now is the part where we say Goodbye. 

◈ Broken (Percival Graves x Reader)

Of Grief and Grievances.

◈ Sweater Collection (Theseus Scamander x Reader)

In which a bet is lost and they're now your dress-up doll for the day, for good or for worse.

◈ Defender (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Of Balls and Blasphemy.

◈ Snow-bound (Gellert Grindelwald x Reader)

Ethereal in the snow, icy when it blows.

━━ ✥Hello, Little Potioneer✥ ━━

(Young! Gellert Grindelwald x Reader) A series of loosely connected Durmstrang! AU chapters where you're Grindelwald's childhood friend of sorts

◈ The Menace in the Snow

In which you're cajoled into having some fun out in the snow, against your better judgment

◈ Dueling

Have you ever seen someone so completely within their element that it completely whisked your breath away? He needed a second. You'd do.

◈ Venatio: The Hunt

Bored during the holidays, you bully him to go hunting with you, much to his chagrin.

◈ Starlight

Shall we dance beneath the stars? We'll keep this moment a secret between us.

◈ Little Potioneer

He'd heard rumors of a dark potion with familiar-sounding effects. It hadn't been a potion, last he'd been made aware of it. No, it hadn't, but he'd explicitly told you to never use the spell again; hadn't he?

◈ A Moment of Reprieve

A place where no expectations hang over your heads— a moment to breathe. Or in other words, Gellert falls asleep by the fireplace and who are you to deny him.

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resident healer |n.s.|

pairing: newt scamander x healer!artist!reader

summary: newt’s brother theseus hires you as his resident healer without newt’s knowledge. however, newt has little use for you so you put your other skills to the test as you spend each day falling a little harder for the man who won’t even speak to you. (super super fluffy! mutual pining, enemies(ish/mild dislike LMAO) to lovers, miscommunication, flustered newt!!)

warnings: extremely minimal swearing, injury, mention of blood

guide: (Y/N) = your name, (Y/L/N) = your last name

word count: 3.6K

a/n: it’s official y’all i’m in love with newt asjdhsj sorry sorry

Newt gasped in pain, jerking his hand away from the Occamy that bit harshly at his finger. He squatted down to meet its eyes, frowning as he scolded, “Don’t be rude.” 

The Occamy simply squawked back. Newt tutted, snatching a snack for the small thing beside its nest and tossing them up in the air. The Occamies in the nest all hopped up, hurrying to retrieve the treats before the others did. Newt shook his head with a chuckle as he moved away from the creatures and onto the next.

“Mr. Scamander,” Bunty called from the top of the stairs which led to his apartment, “Miss (Y/L/N) is here.”

Newt dried his hands off on his pants, brows furrowed in confusion. He’d never heard that name before and he knew he wasn’t expecting a guest, so who was at his door? Newt shrugged his vest back on as he made his way up the stairs, his eyes trained on the buttons he was doing up. He was so focused on the task at hand that he forgot he was in the landing of his apartment, his leg lifted in preparation to take another step which led him to tumble into the wall ahead.

“Mr. Scamander!” Bunty gasped. She ran to his side instantly, checking to see if he was injured. She held his face in her hands, staring into his eyes as he tried to pull away. “You really hit your head, didn’t you?”

Newt blinked in shock, finally wiggling free of her grasp and walking backwards into his den. “No, I’m fine, Bunty, thank you.”

In his efforts to move away from her, Newt bumped into another figure, nearly tipping him over. He steadied himself before turning around, his cheeks flushed from embarrassment.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Scamander,” you said, warmly. You extended your hand for him to shake, which he did so hesitantly.

“Right, yes.” His eyes scoured the room as he gathered his words. “And you are?”

You looked over him with an involuntary cock of your head, your brows knit together. “You don’t know who I am?”

“Not really, no.”

You laughed humorlessly. “And I suppose you don’t know why I’m here, either.”

Newt cleared his throat and stood a little taller, still fiddling with his wand. “I’m sorry, should I?”

You knew he wasn’t trying to be rude, but you couldn’t help but be a little offended at his words. You were there for him. It was quite literally your job. You gave him a slight frown before straightening out your clothing to keep yourself busy.

“I am (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m your new resident Healer.”

Newt began to smile as if you had said something quite funny. He looked up at Bunty, nodding his head towards the door to his basement. She scrambled down as he continued to converse with you.

“My resident Healer?” he repeated.

You nodded. “Yes, I was hired.”

Those words were like a bucket of ice on Newt’s content mood. His smile had dropped from his face and he stopped fiddling with his wand. His eyes slowly drifted up to yours, asking the silent question of who? Who would’ve hired such a thing for him? 

You could tell from the irritation swimming in his eyes that he knew exactly who had hired you. From the second you saw Newt, you knew he wasn’t a scary person, but now you weren’t so sure.

“Theseus, your brother, did.”

Newt swallowed hard, tapping his foot against the hardwood floor as he thought. It seemed like forever that you sat in tense silence, hoping you hadn’t done something wrong by telling him. Finally, Newt shook his head, his hair flopping back and forth as he paced around the room, ending at the door and opening it.

“I don’t need a Healer. I’ve been fine on my own thus far.”

You took a step towards him, his eyes still focused on the cold street outside. “Mr. Scamander, I don’t think you understand. I’m a private Healer. I work for no affiliation. I have been hired here and I intend to keep this job.”

“My apologies, Miss (Y/L/N), but I feel your talents would be of better use elsewhere.”

Newt rested a hand on your upper back, pushing you closer towards the door until you were halfway out of it. He refused to meet your eyes as you protested, simply shutting the door in your face. His hand hovered over the doorknob for one minute more as he heard your sighs of exasperation from the other side, a sick feeling settling into his stomach. 

When silence finally dawned on the apartment, Newt began to walk away only to hear the distinct sound of ripped paper from outside. He paused and turned just in time to see a note slipped under the door, the sound of your shoes clicking down the stone steps as background noise. Newt squatted to pick up the note, scoffing at your indignant message.

I’ll be here tomorrow at 8 AM, Mr. Scamander.

Best,

(Y/N)

•••

You sat on Newt’s perfectly done up couch, picking at the quilt that sat beside you on the arm of it. Your leg was bouncing and your eyes scoured the room, begging it to give you something to do other than just wait around.

Newt popped out of his bedroom, running a hand through his hair as he ran up and down between his basement and the main floor. You would glance at him out of the corner of your eye every time he did so, wishing he would give you anything to do.

After the fifth time he arrived upstairs, he paused to look at you. You sat at attention, awaiting his useful instructions.

With a limp point towards the room across from him, he stated, “There’s food in the pantry. Help yourself.”

Your hands gripped onto the quilt, balling it up in your fists to contain your anger. You sent a vicious smile Newt’s way and he sent a wary one back before running downstairs.

You had considered yourself to be a person of immense patience, but Merlin was that man testing you. Every day after that you sat on his couch, examining the apartment, hoping that he would come up from his workshop and beg you to help him. 

At some point in your weeks of sitting, you stopped dressing the part of Healer. You stopped caring. He clearly didn’t need you but you clearly couldn’t leave, so you took the necessary steps to make that hellish limbo a bit more comfortable. You brought novels and notebooks, blankets and pillows, all so you could sit on Newt Scamander’s couch and pretend you were his star Healer.

Feeling entirely useless one day, you decided to pull out your notebook and sketch a few items around the apartment. If you couldn’t practice one talent, why not practice the other? You ended up drawing a plethora of strange items from where you sat; all of which you assumed to be objects used in his care for his creatures.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as the soft clang of a dinner plate was placed in front of you. You looked up and spotted Newt across the room at his kitchen table as he took a bite of his dinner with one hand and tucked his wand away with the other. You searched the room for a moment, wondering if that was some kind of trap— Newt had never eaten with you before, let alone make you dinner. You picked up the dish with severe caution, carefully taking a bite and smiling softly at how wonderful it tasted.

Your silent dinners became a regular occurrence. You didn’t bother talking to him and he didn’t bother talking to you. You would finish your meal and then pick up whatever you were doing prior until 8:00 when you left.

As you sat on his couch, curled up under a blanket with your sketchbook, you looked over the room to see if there was anything different to draw when your eyes landed on Newt, himself. He was reading a book, splaying the pages open as he chewed on the thumb of his opposite hand. Something about the way he sat was so poetic, and the next thing you knew you were drawing his portrait.

You began to draw his portrait every dinner, a sudden infatuation with the way he looked blossoming within you. After dinner one day, Newt came up to you to collect your plate rather than just charming it to fly to the sink.

“Do you draw?” he asked.

You, so alarmed by his presence, shouted, “No!” and slammed your sketchbook shut, praying to Merlin that he didn’t see his pictures.

“I just thought you were because…” Newt trailed off as he referenced the ink stains on your hands and shapes of objects that must’ve rubbed off on you. 

You flushed, finally nodding with a quiet, “Yes, I draw. Not very well, but I quite like it.”

He sunk into the spot next to you, his leg bouncing up and down as he spoke. “I’m sure that you’re a wonderful artist. If you’d ever care to show me some time, I’m sure my opinion will be justified.”

Your cheeks turned pink and you ducked your head to avoid his stare. “Yes, maybe at some point.”

Newt let out a gratified sigh before stalking over to the kitchen, butterflies occupying your stomach. You knew then that you didn’t like drawing him because he was fun to draw. No, you realized that you were quite infatuated with the man who barely spoke a word to you but you had the feeling that you were going to change that.

•••

“Mr. Scamander-”

“Please,” he began, looking at you over his shoulder, “it’s Newt.”

“Right, yes, Newt.” You stood up from his couch with his book in hand, trailing after him as he paced around his apartment. “I’ve been reading your book. It’s quite fascinating, I have to say.”

His steps slowed to a stop and his eyes lit up. “You like it?”

You only looked up from his book when you rammed straight into him. You teetered backwards but his strong arms caught you, holding you flush against his chest. “I-I do.” You wiggled out of his grasp, fearing the increase in your heart rate. “I just, er, find it fascinating that you keep all those creatures in your basement, not more than a few meters below us.”

He shrugged, continuing his pacing until he stopped by the basement door. “Not all of them, but a great deal.” Newt averted his eyes towards the ground, a shy smile spreading across his lips. “I could show you if you like? You could take your sketchbook down and draw some up for me.”

“Are you sure that’s okay?”

“Bunty has the day off and I could use your company-” Newt cut himself off, his eyes wide and blush creeping up his cheeks. “The company, is what I meant. Just some company, is all. Well, that’s not to say I don’t like your company— I’m partial to it, actually— but-”

You chuckled, snatching your sketchbook from your bag on the couch. You passed by the man, stopping to look him once over. “I enjoy your company, too, Newt.”

You spent the rest of the day in the basement with Newt as he explained each creature to you  with the glee of a child. You smiled, wondering if he’d ever smile at you the way he smiled at his beasts, but quickly dismissed the thought.

You ended up drawing some of his creatures, particularly focused on the Murtlap that scurried around its cage. After you had finished a rough sketch of the creature, you had turned to show Newt when you were stopped in your tracks by the sight before you; Newt had a Bowtruckle perched on his finger, speaking to it like a friend, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a plethora of scars on his collarbone. Your mouth went dry and you knew then and there that you had to draw him.

You focused on every crinkle of his smile, the sharpness of his jaw, the pure adoration behind his eyes. Newt was encapsulating. Everything about him drove you wild. It was almost embarrassing how he made you feel so mad but you couldn’t help it— you were at the point past no return.

As the day came to a close, Newt cleaned up around his basement as his eyes flickered in between you and the broom he held. You had propped his book up on your leg so that you could draw in some more specific details about the creatures you had sketched, wanting it to look perfect if Newt was going to see. He let out a soft exhale in amusement at your contorted position, alerting you to his presence.

“May I see?” His eyes drifted towards your notebook, just grazing over your body.

You nodded and moved over for him to sit next to you. Fortunately, you had been practicing some charms and learned how to hide some of your drawings— specifically the ones of Newt.

To your surprise (and delight), Newt slid up next to you, your shoulders brushing against one another. You let out a shaky breath and met his eyes with a weak smile as you shoved the sketchbook into his arms. His eyes fell downwards towards the drawings, a pit forming in your stomach as he scanned over them.

 Every time he would flip the page, he would mutter a compliment to you. It was always something specific, something targeted, as if to make you aware that he was truly fascinated by your drawings.

“You captured Molly’s tuft of white fur perfectly,” he murmured, running a rough finger across the drawing of the Niffler you did. He flipped to the next page, chuckling to himself. “And the Glow Bugs are just...lovely. That’s Poppy right there, I can tell.”

You beamed at him, unable to control how he made you feel. Newt carefully set the journal down behind him as he scanned your face.

“You’re quite...you have this...well, you…” he stammered as he fiddled with his fingers.

“What is it?” you prodded, your voice no more than a whisper.

“You’re...beautiful.”

You sucked in a sharp breath as your eyes involuntarily flickered down towards his lips. Your hand crept its way over his, tracing the scars on the back of it with your thumb as you leaned in closer towards him.

“Mr. Scamander!” a familiar voice called from the top of the stairs, causing the two of you to jump apart. You both looked up to find Bunty padding down the stairs, a wide smile on her face. “Mr. Scamander! I know you said I had the day off but I wasn’t doing much today and thought I could be of some use here!”

Newt glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “It’s not a problem, Bunty, you can head home.”

“But I’m really not doing anything!”

“Well, I suppose you could help me do final bed checks and whatnot.”

Bunty nodded, scurrying around to do her tasks with an eager grin. Newt flashed you a shy smile as he stood up, his fingers still tangled in yours before he pulled away.

•••

Newt appeared out of his bedroom in the same fashion he did every morning: hurried. However, that time, he shrugged on a coat and walked towards the door of his apartment.

“Going somewhere?” you questioned.

“Yes, I’m off to the Ministry for the day. Bunty’s here if you need anything.”

And with that, Newt left.

Things had been strange since you had almost kissed no more than three days ago. Newt kept all your interactions strictly professional, meaning you were back to barely speaking again. It was frustrating, to say the least, and it made you question whether Newt really didn’t feel the same towards you, that you were coming on to him.

You had been stuck in that void of thinking for days. You would find yourself flipping through your sketchbook and landing on one of the many sketches you did of Newt, frowning as your mind began to spin expert lies to break your heart.

“(Y/N)!”

You could practically hear him calling your name.

“(Y/N)! Please!”

That was real. And it wasn’t Newt, either. It was Bunty.

You hopped off the couch, swapping your sketchbook for your Healer’s bag. You knew the voice of an injured person when you heard it and you weren’t about to take any chances that your instincts were wrong.

You made your way downstairs, finding Bunty by the Occamy nest holding her forearm, some blood seeping through her fingers. You ran up to her, wand drawn as you enchanted the necessary items to fly from your bag.

“Keep your breathing steady and your eyes on me, Bunty,” you said firmly. Bunty nodded, looking down at you with tears crowding her eyes. “Did the Occamy get you?”

“Y-yes. He got out of his nest and into another cage and grew quite a bit larger. I tried to take him back but he bit me.”

“Merlin, Bunty, that’s awful. But I can assure you that you’ll be perfectly fine. You don’t have any serious injuries that I can see.”

You poured a few droplets of an amber liquid from your bag, the skin stretching across her arm to heal the wound. She squealed in pain and you slipped your hand into hers, allowing her to squeeze it to deal with the pain.

“It’s almost over, I promise. We’ll get you to St. Mungo’s after just in case, too. You’re doing fantastic, Bunty. This potion, well, excuse my language but it hurts like a bitch.”

Bunty let out a strangled laugh, a tear slipping from the corner of her eye. You patted her hand, flashing your signature Healer smile at her as you got to your feet. Your bag magically packed itself as you helped Bunty up beside you, wrapping an arm around her and apparating off to the hospital.

You had settled things with the Assistant Healer at St. Mungo’s and Bunty assured you that she didn’t need you there with her for her tests no matter how many times you protested. She simply thanked you, explained that she felt fine already, and squeezed your hand before shooing you off to apparate back to Newt’s apartment.

You arrived back in the basement, snatching your medical bag and making your way upstairs. Your footsteps slowed as you heard quiet murmurs of appraisal coming from the den, the flipping of used parchment scraping against itself.

Your sketchbook.

You darted out into the den, finding Newt back early from his trip to the Ministry with your sketchbook in hand, marveling at the pictures you drew of him. Your heart thundered inside your chest and you went light headed at the sight, your face overheating instantly.

“Did you draw these?” he asked. In an impossible sense, Newt’s tone was entirely neutral as was his expression. Nothing. You couldn’t read anything off of him.

“Give that back.” You dropped your bag and swung your wand out in an attempt to retrieve the book, only to have Newt throw a countercurse at you. You sucked in a sharp breath before trying again only for the same result to be repeated.

“You drew these,” he stated. He met your anxious eyes with furrowed brows, which only worsened the black hole growing inside you.

“There’s no point in denying it, Newt.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing your hands up and down as your own personal security blanket.

“I think that your drawings are lovely.” Your eyes snapped up to his and he cowered at his statement. “Not because it’s me, that’s not why they’re lovely. It’s because it’s you— obviously not you, it’s me— but you drew them and I’d love for you-”

Feeling rather emboldened by his rambling, you cut Newt off with a defiant statement.

“I like you.”

Newt was silent.

You continued.

“A lot, actually.” You ran a hand through your hair with a wry laugh. “A stupid amount, really. I can’t get you out of my head in a maddening sort of way. And I know that you’re saying you like the drawings but I understand if you’re lying. I think I’d be rather perturbed if I found a journal full of my face, too.”

“Don’t say that,” he muttered with a dismal shake of his head.

“It’s true! It’s odd!”

“No, please don’t say that. It’s not.” With every declaration, Newt’s voice got a little louder

“Why-”

“Because I fancy you!” he shouted, leaving you in a stunned silence. “Sorry.”

You blinked in confusion. Newt fancied you. Newt fancied you. You repeated it over and over again in your head, trying to make sense of his foreign words. You met his worried gaze and whispered to confirm your suspicions, “You fancy me?”

“I-I do.” He laughed to himself, scuffing his foot against the floor. “You’re beautiful and...and witty, and intelligent, and you have this intense gaze like a crow, and it’s just all beautiful. You’re beautiful.” His words tumbled from his mouth like he didn’t have enough time in the world to tell you how he truly felt.

If Newt was going to act like there was no time left, then you were, too. Your wand fell from your loosened grasp as you ran up to him, falling into a deep kiss. His hands hovered in the air for a moment before he embraced you, holding you as tight to his body as he could so his lips could still be connected to yours.

You pulled away, gasping for air as he rested his forehead against yours. He reached a calloused thumb up to rub over your bottom lip before venturing up to your cheekbone.

Seems as if he did need a Healer after all.

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Masterlist

I’ll keep updating this as I write more! 

Riverdale 

Imagine Jughead telling you, his girlfriend, that he is asexual (Jughead Jones x Fem!Reader) 

Imagine having a crush on Veronica but being scared to ask her out (Veronica Lodge x Genderneutral!Reader)

P.S. I am no longer writing for Riverdale, it’s just these two

Harry Potter 

Beautiful (Draco Malfoy x Fem!Slytherin!Reader) Draco tries to tell the self-conscious reader how he feels about her. 

Purely physical? (Draco Malfoy x Fem!Slytherin!Reader) Imagine having a friends with benefits situation with your best friend, who you had been in love with for years

Fantastic Beasts

New Jobs and old friends (Theseus Scamander x Fem!Reader) Reader starts a new job at the ministry, the only problem being her best friend’s brother who she has a complicated history with. But maybe Newt can help sort things out

Sherlock 

Imagine being Sherlock’s little sibling (Sherlock Holmes x Genderneutral!Sibling!Reader) 

Marvel 

Imagine being Peter’s best friend and crushing on Spiderman (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader) 

Good for you (Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader) The reader takes Peter out on a special date for their nine month anniversary.

Mischief Managed? (Loki x Fem!Reader)  After months of being away on a mission you return just in time for the annual Stark Industries gala, and to meet the newest member of the Avengers, who is… not from this world

Pirates of the Caribbean 

Imagine pretending to be Henry Turner’s girlfriend (Henry Turner x Fem!Reader) 

Kingsman

Dreams (Eggsy Unwin x Fem!Reader) You and Eggsy were friends with benefits until you ended it for your new boyfriend. And just then Eggsy realizes what he lost

Star Wars

Dating App AU (Poe Dameron x Genderneutral!Reader)  Your friend convinced you to try this dating app and while your date is cute and nice, there is just something about his flatmate... 

Just Friends (Poe Dameron x Genderneutral!Reader) You were tired of denying the assumption that you were dating your best friend, so you finally gave up. But what happens when Poe finds out that you’re supposedly dating?

Timing (Poe Dameron x Genderneutral!Reader) You are in love with your best friend Poe, your best friend Poe is in love with you. Is there a chance for you love even though you realize it at different times?

Big Brother Part 1 (Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader) Basically a bunch of short scenarios where you and Poe are getting closer and your older brother doesn’t like it

Clone Wars 

Cuddles (Rex x Fem!Jedi!Reader) You are extremely affectionate with everyone but Rex and even though the Captain knows why it bothers him, he refuses to acknowledge his feelings

The Duchess and the Captain Part 1, Part 2 (Rex x Fem!Duchess!Reader) Regency AU! Marrying Duke Palpatine was not your idea of a perfect marriage, but meeting a certain Captain in his personal guard might make up for it.

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Can i also have hcs for being the third scamander sibling? Thank u

A/N: I made the reader the eldest because you didn’t specify it and I got the most inspiration for making the reader the eldest. I hope you like it!

BEING THE THIRD SCAMANDER SIBLING:

- Your time at Hogwarts was short with your brothers, as you were a few years older than them and that’s why had just a couple of years with them, with you being much busier than them.

- But you were the one who introduced them to everyone and taught them to navigate in the castle.

- Later in life you’re working as an Auror for the Ministry of Magic, like Theseus.

- Theseus is always super concerned for Newt’s safety as magizoologists weren’t appreciated that much and Newt was constantly told by him that he’ll be in trouble once one of his creatures escapes.

- He also tried to push Newt into coming back to work for the Ministry after he resigns.

- But you’re always supporting Newt, saying that not everyone wants to work for the Ministry and Newt’s Boggart is office work after all.

“Newt is allowed to make his own path.”

“But...”

“Theseus.”

- He gives up after that, knowing he can’t argue you.

- But when Newt loses his creatures due to a misunderstanding, you travel to New York the moment you receive a letter about it.

- Shipping Newt and Tina soon after seeing the two interact.

- After a few months, back in England, you’re asked to join your brothers as the Ministry holds Newt’s hearing and they offer him a job again.

- Theseus is disappointed when Newt turns it down, and you have to tell him to cut it when he starts scolding him.

- But Paris and the events at the mausoleum brings you all a lot closer, as you all hold each other to seek comfort for the death of Leta. 

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