#Theseus x reader

[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!"

[my-little-delusions]

Alone ~ Theseus Scamander x Reader Pt. 1/?

Pairings: Theseus x Reader, Newt x Reader (Platonic), Leta x Theseus, Leta x Newt, Dumbledore x Reader (platonic)

Summary: You've known Theseus since your 3rd year at Hogwarts. Both the Scamander brothers were two of the very few people who had managed to worm their way into your heart. You and Theseus used to stay up all night and sneak out to look at the moon, not the stars, but the moon, together. The two of you were the best of friends. It wasn't very long until Theseus had stolen your heart. Both of you became Aurors very quickly after graduating and made a great pair... in the work force. As Theseus grew closer to Leta Lestrange, you decided to let go of any last hopes you had that he would love you back. You gave him tips on asking her out, made him apologize to her when they got into fights, and helped arrange the proposal. Theseus turns to you after Leta's death for comfort, digging up old feelings, wounds, and secrets. How will the two of you navigate the loneliness of this war together?

Warnings: Angst, ends in fluff tho dw, death, depression, smut?(idk yet, probably), talk of self-harm, in this I made Theseus and Leta not really thatttt in love because I am a girls girl and the thought of reader "swooping in" right after Leta's passing makes me kind of sick. Also the 3rd movie takes place 5 years after the 2nd movie, but I am going to shorten that to 1 year after the 2nd movie for plot's sake.

"I love you"

Leta says, before pointing her wand at Grindelwald.

In that moment, time stretches, everything slows, each second dragging out in agonizing clarity. My head whips to look at Theseus. A defeated expression laid across his face.

The room is a maelstrom of blue fire. Flames whip around the room like flashes of light lashing at me. I can just barely make out the figures of my friends.

Grindelwald deflects Leta's attack. Shocking her. She continues to blast Grindelwald as the fire begins to swirl into one giant whirlpool in the mild of the room.

"NOOO" I scream, my voice a desperate cry swallowed by the roaring flames.

"GO!" Leta shouts, ".. go" she says with even more resolve, as she shakes under the force of her wand, directly deflecting Grindelwald's attack.

Whips of flames lash out at Theseus, who fights, desperately, to reach Leta, deflecting the flames one at a time, barely having time to finish deflecting one before another comes at him. I wince as one of the flames grazes me, searing my skin. Drawing my wand, I begin to counter some of the flames coming for Theseus as well. My eyes darting between Theseus and Leta, my heart pounding in my skull. All I can hear is my own heavy exasperated breathing

Leta’s figure starts to waiver, slowly being consumed by Grindelwald’s inferno. Newt clings to Theseus, his face contorted in anguish as he struggles to reach Leta, but it's too late.

I grab onto the pair and disapparate us out of the colosseum.

However, relief has not come yet, as Grindelwald's flames continue to shoot out. All of us constantly on our toes to dodge the flames.

"Theseus!" I shout, grabbing onto the stunned man and pulling him out of the way of the flames. Grabbing onto his shoulders I turn him towards me. He is in shock. His eyes red and glassed with tears, vacant. "We have to keep moving, AGHH" I say, yelping in pain as I go to shake Theseus out of it and tug at the burn wound on my arm, the pain setting in. My sudden exclamation seems to snap him out of it. Glancing quickly at the wound on my arm, and then locking eyes with me, he gives me a firm nod before tugging me out of the way of more flames.

When we do finally make it out of harm's way, a giant fire demon comes blasting out of the ground.

Only with the help of an alchemist do we have any hope of our own or the cities' survival. Our own flames burst out of the ground in the circle formed by us. Creating a wall to trap the beast, however, it slips past the barrier.

I watch, mortified.

It's headed for the city.

I scrunch my sleeves up a bit, prepared to go chasing after it, when a hand grabs onto my arm, holding me back.

It's Newt.

"Wait. Y/N. Look." He says, gazing up wondrously at the sky, a familiar sparkle of amazement in his eyes. One Newt Scamander wore quite regularly.

I look up at the sky to see orange flames diverging from the wall, following the Grindelwald beast. It starts to consume it, less and less blue remains visible, the beast visibly struggling as it begins to descend to the ground, its wings flailing in the air while it lets out a pained cry. And then it crashes.

Silence falls over the battlefield.

Everyone is okay. Except for Queenie, who we lost to Grindelwald's reign, and Leta...

Leta.

"Y/N! Y/n!" Theseus calls, his voice cutting through the silence. He races over to me, stumbling a bit over the rocks and dirt. Once he reaches me, he engulfs me in a hug that makes me feel swallowed by him.

"Oh my god, Theseus! I'm so sorry.. Leta-" My voice trembling as I grip onto him tightly, securing the hug,

"I'm so glad you're okay, y/n," He says to me, cutting me off in a hoarse whisper. My eyebrows twist in confused, I open my mouth to speak again, heartbroken for him and his loss, but he continues, "I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

He pulls me closer, I can feel his emotions, a mixture of desperation and relief, through the tightness of his grasp. I can barely breathe under his hold. I open my mouth to speak again, but the words catch in my throat. Instead, I let myself settle into his embrace, feeling his tears drop down onto my shoulder.

~~~~~

*Time Skip*

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“To a job well done,” Theseus says, a broad smile on his face.

“To us,” you reply, your eyes meeting his with a warm glow. You both took a sip of your drinks, savoring the rich, mellow flavors.

“We did good,” Theseus states, leaning back into his chair, sat across from me, with a contented sigh. “I can’t remember the last time we had such a clear-cut success.”

"I'm just glad we got out of there alive," I laugh breathily, a grin plastering my face,

"Well of course we did, I dare say we've always made a pretty good team," Theseus winks at me, setting his glass down on my desk and leaning forward, resting his elbows on the edge of the flat wooden surface.

My heart flutters at the sight of him. His blue eyes. Chiseled jaw and cheek bones. And his curled wisps of hair, falling down in front of it face, disheveled the earlier battle.

"Pretty good?" I smirk at him, setting my glass down as well, "Is that all? I thought we were quite exceptional."

"I suppose we were Y/N, yes." He tries to hide his smile, throwing a quick glance around the office, "Only because of you though, you were stunning." I giggle, trying hard to hide the flush on my face, "How did you know so much about Werewolfs anyway?"

I pause, raising my eyebrow a bit in confusion, "My year with Newt? Remember?"

"Oh.." Theseus shifts awkwardly, his eyes flickering around the room again, "Yeah. Right. That." He sits up straight from his leaned position, adjusting his suit.

"Yeah.." I say, peering at him quizzically, "That."

"Hey!" He says, a bit too loudly, throwing a smile on his face, his eyes lighting up, "What do you say we go get some real drink? I'm tired of looking at work anyway," He rolls his eyes dramatically, "I need at least a week away from this place after the months we've had,"

He pops out of his seat and walks around the desk to me. With a little twist of his wrist and a bow, he holds his hand out to me, as if asking me to dance.

"M'lady?" He says,

I giggle, partially laughing at him, but mostly because of how nervous he makes me.

I take his hand, and follow him out of my office.

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"I DID NOT" Theseus yells, grinning from ear to ear. Realizing how loud he's being, he shrinks down a bit, his cheeks flushing bright pink from his embarrassment. Luckily, no one in the bar seems to mind, to entranced in their own affairs.

"Yes, you did!" I screech, giggling, "I SAW you with my own two eyes, don't even bother to hide it,"

"I don't know what you're talking about," He huffs, rolling his eyes

I sigh and relax into my chair, a soft smile on my face as I stare at him, admiring him.

Both of us are sat in the middle of the bar, on two large and luscious red velveted chairs. Between us is a low square coffee table, sat just below our knees, that is adorned with gold lining and decoration.

The warm, pinkish, glow emitting from the candles and stained-glass lamp above us only further illuminates his cheek bones and jaw, the way it tightens as his mind wanders. Even through the smile on his face, you can still see the reminisce of anger, distress, in his features.

"I don't know how I ever made do that year without you," He says, his voice deepens a bit, sincerely.

"Oh please," I shrug it off playfully, "You had Leta, and if I remember correctly, you two were all over each other when I left," I force a small laugh at the statement,

"Y/N." He says, a serious looking cresting over his features, he leans in towards me. He pauses a moment, taking exhaling deeply, "Me and Leta... we ended our engagement."

The air feels like it is sucked out of my lungs momentarily, "What.."

"6 months before her death," He casts his eyes down at his feet, "Right after I stopped getting letters from you,"

My mouth goes dry.

"But... but why? How could you let that happen?"

He sighs, dropping his head down, now almost curled over in his chair, "I had to let her go. She left me... because of you." He heart plumets, "Because of my feelings.. for you."

My heart begins to race a million miles per hour. My eyes widen. I can believe what I'm hearing.

Theseus gazes up at me, waiting for me to say something, but when I open my mouth to speak, I close it again immediately. After all of these years, I have rehearsed over and over again in my head what I would say if I told Theseus how I felt. On occasion, what I would say.. what I would do, if I ever found out that he felt the same way. Yet, I'm frozen.

Realizing I won't respond, he continues, "Y/N.." His voice sounds pleading, "I have loved you since Hogwarts. I have always loved you. And my feelings have only grown with every passing day," My heart flutters, "I didn't know how to tell you... so I didn't"

"B-but, you loved Leta," I say, "You loved Leta."

No matter what I do, I can't seem to put the pieces together in my head. It's also too unbelievable.

"I thought I did. She was attractive, sweet and smart.. and got along with Newt," He says softly, remembering the woman he lost, "But I confused romantic feelings with loving her as a friend. Once her and I had dated a few months, I began to wonder if I had made a mistake," He pauses, taking a deep slow breath, "By then, you had started talking about leaving for America with Newt for Dumbledore, and not long after that you were gone. I realized that you weren't going to be mine... so I tried to make it work with Leta," A bittersweet smile graces his features, "She saw right through me," He chuckles, "Confronted me about my feelings for you after I- well. After I stopped getting letters from you, I-" He hesitates, sitting up and clearing his throat a bit, "The point is, she confronted me. I had to admit to it. She told me she also had feelings for Newt. And that was the end of our engagement."

We both sit there in silence for a little while.

After all these years, he's always loved me.

He's always loved me back.

"Do you.. do you still love me?" I ask, bravely "Still."

My heart is pounding its way out of my chest. All I can do is fiddle with my hands as I anxiously wait for his confirmation.

His eyes soften as they lock with mine, "I will never stop loving you,"

I could have melted right there.

"Oh my lord, you dense oaf" I laugh, tossing the tiniest decorative pillow I have ever seen, from behind me, at him. He laughs, blocking it, causing it to bounce off his arm and land on the floor next to us. "You know, for being head of the British Auror Office, you are concerningly clueless," I say, "I have been helplessly in love with you since our 5th year,"

He laughs lightly, "Merlin... I wish I had known that a lot sooner,"

"Would have saved us a lot of heartache," I sigh, relaxing back into my chair and casting my gaze down to my lap.

"Hey, Y/N?" He says, "Can I kiss you?"

I've never smiled as big as I did right then. Butterflies in my stomach and blush dusting my cheeks, I nod eagerly.

He stands up from his seat and makes his way over to me. I stand up to meet him.

There he is.

Standing in front of me. Our noses brushing lightly against each other and our breaths mixing. Both of us are grinning like lovesick teenagers.

Being this close to him, getting to gaze into his magical blue eyes, getting to admire every detail on his face, makes me almost not even feel it needed to kiss him. Almost.

His hand finds its way to my waist, right above my hip. His grip is firm and yet careful.

Somehow, both slowly and with the urgency of a man who would die without it, he pulls me in and locks his lips with mine.

They're soft and warm, yet strong and assertive. I feel as though I am getting the life kissed out of me.

My body goes limp a bit as I lean into him, from my chest down to my toes, I am flushed against him.

He only pulls me in closer, kissing me with even more passion.

Only when I need air, in fact, a bit after that, do I pull away.

Both of us are breathing heavy, eyes darting from each other's eyes to each other's lips.

"I can't believe I didn't do that sooner," He says,

I break out into a smile and kiss him again. Both of us grinning against each other's lips.

"Oi! You two! Break it up! I don't care who you are! No one is getting down and dirty inside of my bar." The bartender yells at us,

We both pull away from each other, faces flushed, adjusting our clothes (and for one of us, ourselves) before going to escape from the peering eyes of those around us in the bar.

I sit back in my seat, to find that I have sat on something rather odd.

Standing up again, I turn to look at my seat.

"What is it, love?" Theseus asks, coming up behind me,

There on my seat, is the tiny decorative pillow that the two of us had cast away to the floor moments ago. On top of it, a small scroll of paper is displaying itself.

"It's Newt."

Stay Tuned for Pt. 2!!

(I love little outro songs <3)

[thegreatirene]

Snake In The Garden (Theseus Scamander x metamorphmgus!reader) Part 4

Warnings: fluff

Sorry for the long wait! I’ve been busy with life and a bit of writers block but I’m back!

I have one more chapter and I’ll b done with this series! Yay🥳

I kind of like writing Theseus and might do some little stories of him with reader during school times. Idk if u guys would like that but nothing pervy will happen cuz yall didn’t get together during school lol

So with that enjoy and let me know how u like it bye~

Part1 Part2 Part3

The little meeting, if you can call it that, Newt had with the German prime minister was very disappointing. Who would have known that he would acquit Grindelwald of his crimes (side eye). Most people with common sense knew Grindelwald wasn’t innocent, everyone wanted answers from Vogel as he sauntered away with a knowing smirk.

Jacob took it the hardest as he yelled at the prime minister.

“Jacob we have to leave” Lally pulled him by the arm as you all walked towards the door. You halted in your steps as you looked around.

“Where’s Theseus?” You frantically asked Newt since he was the one with him.

“The German ministry took him” Newt said as he marched out of the building. You looked over to the entrance that Newt eyed. Your eye met with the auror that Theseus spoke to earlier. He smirked at you as he challenged you with his stare.

You turned away as Lally called out to you not wanting for you to be taken as well. You clenched your fist as you followed your companions.

The next day you all went to the German ministry of magic demanding to know where Theseus had went.

“The man that I am inquiring about is the head of the British auror office. How can you have misplaced the head of the British auror office?” Newt questioned the man as you all followed him around the cramped office.

“As our contention said, since he was never in our custody, we never misplaced him.” He said with a serious face. Your jaw clenched at his answer.

“Sir, there were dozens of people there” Lally calmly said. Your mind started to go through the number of faces and landed on the one smug bastard. Jacob saw and grabbed you by the coat as he pointed to your face at the auror.

“He looks like this! This is the man that took Theseus!” Jacob said as he tried to show him but the man just looked a little confused. Jacob let go as he looked away with disappointment and then started to frantically point outside of the room.

“There he is! That’s the man look, look!” Jacob brought him along with Newt leading the way out.

“Hey! Where’s Theseus! Where did you take Theseus!” Jacob kept shouting to the man but he didn’t stop walking. Your pursuit on the man stopped as a divider stop your group.

Defeated you all went outside to regroup and come up with a plan.

“Newt?” Lally pointed to a floating glove that was gesturing you all in a direction, which lead to Dumbledore.

“Theseus has been taken to the Erkstag.” Dumbledore said to you all as he began to walk to leave the ministry’s ground.

“Wait, no, but the Erkstag shut down years ago.”

“Yes, well, it’s the Ministry’s secret little bed and breakfast now.” He pulled out a card and gave it to Newt along with a piece of paper that flew into Jacob’s face.

“I trust you’re enjoying your wand, Mr. Kowalski?”

“Me? Oh, uh… yeah, thank you Mr. Dumbledore. It’s a real pip”

“I advise you to keep it close. Professor Hicks”

“Dumbledore”

“Assuming you’re not otherwise engaged, and frankly even if you are, y/n has gotten invitations to tonight’s candidates’ dinner.”

“Are you not coming along, professor?” You question the man but he gave you a sorry smile.

“Something came up and I’m afraid I won’t be making it, my dear” he then turned his attention to Lally.

“Be sure to take Mr. Kowalski. I’m quite sure there is going to be an assassination tonight. Anything you can do to scotch that will be greatly appreciated.” She accepted the demand.

Dumbledore said his goodbyes and walked out of the little space you were all gathered in. Newt followed him a short step away and began to ask him something.

“How does he know?” Jacob asked.

“Know what?” You asked back.

“About the assassination? How does he know there’s going to be an assassination tonight?”

“Ah, that is the power of Dumbledore” Lally said as she smirked over to you. You laughed as you looked at Jacob’s confused face.

“I don’t get it?”

—

All three of you attended the dinner while Newt went to get Theseus out of Erkstag. You smoothed down your emerald gown as you entered the venue. Everything looked grand and lovely. But there was a chill in the air as you walked past the German prime minister. He had a smug look as he greeted you with a nod.

“Let’s find our seats quickly… I’m sensing something bad” you told the other two. You and Lally sat on opposite sides of Jacob, he looked around on the table picking up the utensils. An enchanted pitcher came around and filled your glass cups with water.

“Keep your wits about yourself,” you said as you looked around the room, bringing the cup to your lips as you spoke to your friends.

“Whoa” you snapped your head to Jacob, “the guy with the hair, sitting next to Edith. He looks like he’s killed a man” you deflated as you looked at the woman who was happy to see Jacob. He wasn’t wrong but it wasn’t something to draw attention to.

“He also looks like my uncle Dominic”

“Is your uncle the Norwegian Minister of magic?”

“No”

“Didn’t think so”

You smiled into your drink as you looked around the room once again. The room was beautiful and pretty lively with the amount of people, chatting and eating all around you. Plates of food were floated to each table and it smelled absolutely delicious.

“Wow, this, this is food” Jacob said as he cut into his steak and took his first bite.

“My god, I don’t know if it’s something you guys do differently but every food I eat from you witches are top notch.” You agreed as you were eating your food.

Suddenly, the room went quiet, you looked in the direction that everyone was looking, Grindelwald. He stood at the top of the stairs surveying the room. His eyes landed on the table that you and your friends were sitting. His eyes squinted when he made eye contact with you, a small smile on his lips. He turned to the house elf and he continued to play the soft melody again.

Jacob got up from his seat as the group walked by your table, he called out to Queenie.

“Queenie, Queenie..” he was about to raise his voice more before Lally pulled him back in his seat. You soothed his back trying to comfort him. He had a dishearten look as Queenie walked away from him again.

“It’s ok Jacob” he sighed as he grabbed his refilled drink.

“I can’t believe they would just let him come” you mumbled under your breath as you watched him talk to the Brazilian prime minister.

“Politics my dear” Lally said and the both of you sure a look.

“Excuse me” she immediately got up as she went to the table where the three prime ministers sat.

“I’m guessing Lally saw something I didn’t catch” you said to Jacob. When he didn’t respond you looked at him with worry.

“Jacob?” You followed his line of vision and see that Grindelwald is antagonizing him. You turned to Jacob but he had already gotten up from his seat and walked over to him. You threw your head back as you got up slowly as not to draw too much attention.

You drew your wand out just in case Grindelwald wanted to play dirty, you listened to Jacob demanding him to let Queenie go.

You were about to reach out to Jacob when the Norwegian prime minister stood up from his seat, “assassin!” He shouted and drew everyone’s attention to Jacob, who was holding his fake wand out to Grindelwald.

What happened next was just a whirlwind - wild winds, flying napkins, crashing plates. Lally’s spell has done its job: chaos.

“Y/n, meet us at our meeting point!” Shouted Lally as she reached for Jacob. You helped her by deflecting the attack spells thrown at Jacob. Your eyes meet those of the auror who took Theseus and started to attack him mainly. You had him on his toes as every spells he sent were sent back with more force by you.

Once you knew Jacob and Lally made it out you sent one final spell, sending the auror flying and landing against the other side of the room. With that you apparitioned out of there to meet up with Jacob and Lally.

—

You made it a couple blocks from where the candidates’ dinner had taken place. Lally and Jacob waited for you and once you got to them, you all used the portkey and went to Hogwarts.

Dumbledore was waiting at the castle entrance for your arrival, he spotted all three of you running over to him.

“I’m glad you all made it” he ushered you all in and into the safety of the castle.

“How did it go?” He asked and all three of you exchanged looks.

“Let us catch our breaths professor and we’ll tell you.” You said as you walked past him and into the hall that lead to the great hall.

“You made it just in time for dinner” he said leading the other two behind you.

“Ah, Hogwarts dinner is the best” you said to your friends, “ the house elves are the best when it comes to cooking.”

You opened the double doors to the hall and took in the sight of your old stomping grounds. Nostalgia hit you as you looked at the few students who were still eating, remembering when you spent your time there. Dumbledore cupped your shoulder as he looked at you with a smile.

“It’s like home” you smiled up at him. You could feel the little eleven year old girl in you gushing again at the sight of the floating candles and the night sky.

“This is amazing” Jacob echoed your thoughts as he looked around the grand hall. A couple of students can be seen whispering as they point over to your group.

“Eat and I’ll show you where you’ll be staying until the morning” Dumbledore said as he walked towards some teachers that were at the head of the room. You instructed your companions over to the Slytherin table. Being used to sitting in the section your body took you there on instinct.

There were a couple of Slytherin students as you sat down. They looked at each of you and whispered to each other.

“Is it something we did?” Jacob said as he watched two of the students leave in a hurry, more likely to tell the other what they have seen.

“Pardon me, are you y/n l/n?” Two girls that were sitting on the other end of the table stood behind you as you gathered some food to eat. You turned to look at them, “yes?”

“The y/n l/n who won us quidditch cup five years in a row?” You fully turned yourself around giving them a smile.

“That would be me” you sat straight with pride as the two students fangirl over you. You thank them for their praises, “I hope the next team is putting on their best.”

“They are”

“Mhm”

“That’s good”

“What do you do now?” One of them asks you.

“I work for the ministry of magic now”

“Oh, are you head of the auror’s?”

“No, I’m more of his second in hand” you thought about it. Both girls nodded and thanked you for speaking to them as they ran off to tell the rest of the house about you.

“I didn’t think you would have played quidditch” Lally said as she took a bite from her food. “What position did you play?”

“Beater” you gave her a toothy smile.

“You a beater? I can hardly believe that.”

“I was, I was. It was spectacular” you sighed as you remembered the good times.

“I went against Theseus and was pretty close to losing to him” you added on.

“Ooh I bet that sours him” the both of you share a laugh.

“Whats quidditch?” Jacob asked and you and Lally began to tell him the wonderful game. By the end of the explanation he was looking forward to a game.

“I think there’s a game for the World Cup, if I remember correctly?” You all sat with empty plates as you chatted for the remainder of dinner. All of the students had ate their fill and left long ago.

“Do you miss it?” Lally looked at you, she was leaning on her palm as she asked you this question.

“I do, it was simple times. Had I known that my time here were the good times I would miss.. I wouldn’t have wished to grow up so fast.” You smiled and took a deep breath releasing it slowly as you looked around the big room. Flashes of your time in the great hall past before you like the ghost that roam the castle. Sitting with your group of friends talking about the cute boys in your year. Teasing Theseus and having your friends tease you in return when you’re back in the dungeon, talking about how much you actually want to kiss him.

You sighed as you zoned out.

“Must be nice” Jacob said with a warm smile, you gave him one back.

“I have room for the three of you. It’s a tight squeeze if you don’t mind sharing the room?” Dumbledore said standing next to Jacob.

“Jesus!” Jacob held the table as he looked at Dumbledore with wide eyes.

“Thank you professor, I think we’ll be ok with sharing the room.” You said.

“Good” he gestured to the door as he began to walk and show you the way.

“When did he get there?” Jacob whispered to you and you shrugged your shoulders.

“It’s Dumbledore”

—

The night was restless, for you at least, Lally took the bed after you making her take it since you wanted to stay up a little longer. Jacob was fine sleeping on the couch and was knocked out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

You stayed up all night thinking about Theseus. You hoped he was doing fine and safe. You knew he was fine since Newt was with him but you still couldn’t help but worry. You sat on the windowsill as you looked over the black lake. The giant squid surfaced every now and then as if it was checking up on you, you doubt it could see you but it was a comforting thought.

You did nod off for a minute but when your head touched the cool glass it woke you up and the sun was shining. You looked to the other two and they were getting up putting their shoes on.

“Hardly slept, huh” Jacob gave you a closed mouth smile as you nodded to him. You and Lally changed your clothes using your wands, feeling a little better not being in the gown. You changed Jacob too.

“I’m never gonna stop being amazed” you smiled.

Dumbledore fetched you all to go and have some breakfast. On the way to the great hall you had stopped in front of the trophy case and pointed to one of the pictures sitting around the trophy.

“Look that’s me right there” you said with a happy tone as Jacob and Lally came to see.

“Look at you. A little mini y/n” Jacob said as he looked at the moving picture of a younger you. Your younger self sneered at Jacob for looking at her too long.

“Rude”

“Yea…I didn’t like people looking at me much back then” you said as you gave him an apologetic smile and gave a scolding glare to your younger self, she at least had the decency to look sorry.

“Come on let’s go eat” you said as you looked at all the pictures and found the one of Theseus and his team. His younger self stood proudly with his chest puffed and smiled at you. You tapped the glass gently and followed your friends.

All three of you sat at the end of the Slytherin table and as time passed the other two wondered off. You leaned on your palm as you watched the students mingle and move about. The feeling of nostalgia came back again and you sighed with a small smile.

Your mind flashed a couple of times to moments you had eating in these very seats. Joking around with your housemates.

Flashback

“What are you looking for y/n?” Your friend asked as she looked in the direction you were looking.

“She’s waiting to see Theseus” your other friend teased as she tickled your side. You swatted her hand away as you huffed.

“Am not..I’m just waiting for the owl to come with my mail” you stuck your nose up as you went back to picking your food. The other two girls looked over your head and broke into laughter.

“Whats so funny?”

“You! No need to be shy about you fancying Scamander.”

“Yea he’s very handsome, y/n.” You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t fancy him”

“Yes you do”

“Mhm very much”

The two of them nodded as you rolled your eyes.

“No need to pout y/n. There he is” your friend whispered to you as she nudged your arm. Your head snapped to the doors as Theseus walked in. He was laughing with a couple of his housemates as he made his way to his table. Still with a smile on his face he moved his head to look over at your table. Your eyes connected and his smile seemed to grow even more as his eyes warmed.

You were the first one to look away as you looked at your food. Your friend poking your cheek as she teased you about having a silly smile. A smile you didn’t know you had on until you felt your cheeks hurt.

You swatted your friend again and they went back speaking about something else. You picked at your food go over what your friends said. Picking your head up you looked up and were met with blue eyes. Theseus didn’t stop looking at you when he sat at his table. Your cheeks felt warm as you gave him a small smile back and continued to eat your food.

You snapped out of your daydream as the younger Theseus blended into his older self. There he stood out of breath with his brother, his eyes trained on you. They looked tired but still held the same adoration and warmth that he had back then. You rushed out of your seat and you jumped him.

“You’re ok?” You asked him through his shoulder.

“I’m fine” he said as he held you tighter. You buried your face into his neck. You pulled back and held his face as you looked him over. He gave you a small smile as he gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

Newt cleared his throat to signal to the two of you of not being alone. You looked at Newt and pulled away from Theseus. A couple of students giggling.

“I’m glad you’re ok too, Newt.” You said as you patted his arm. He gave his thanks as looked at his brother. He nodded his head as he walked around you and over to Jacob.

“Brings back memories” Theseus looked around the room.

“Yea…” you kept your eyes on him as he released a big sigh. His right hand came up to grab your hand as he brought you close to his body. He tucked your head under his chin as he held you around the waist. He felt around your waist and back. Then settled his hands back to your waist.

“I’m glad you’re ok” he whispered to you as he pulled you closer.

“I should be saying that to you” you said. You pulled away from him and cupped his face. He turned his face to give your palm a kiss as he held your hand to him.

[melancholicreaper]

ahhhhhh moreeeee

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.

[abysstrap-ran]

❖ 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!

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

—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!

[fandomimaginez]

I want to fidget with his hands. Gently tracing each finger, drawing shapes in the palm of his hand, the warmth and weight of his hand in mine soothing me. And we just sit in silence as I do this, each other’s presence being enough to just relax and enjoy the moment of peace.

[tbpingu]

how i feel trying to find angst but only finding smut

[prettybubblesintheair]

Soooo cute

Insufferable

summary: based off this request! “Hi can I request a Theseus x reader where she is newt’s assistant and can’t really stand him because of his demenaur but then she gets to spend time with him and get to know him and they kind of bond,ends in fluff”

warnings: Banter from theseus but y/n doesn’t quite realize that and maybe being a bit too rude to him, other than that it’s just y/n rolling her eyes at him, tending to newts creatures, newt trying to ignore them, and then fluff where theseus is just being an adorable human and showing his hufflepuffness(?)

A/N: my first request ever. i’m so excited for this it was such a fun plot and i’m glad to finally write for theseus! i hope the time jumps aren’t annoying. i wasn’t entirely sure how to do this without it being incredibly long 😖 even tho it’s definitely still one of my longest ones. i hope anon likes it and anyone else reading :D

ALSO i did not proof read this so i’ll probably do that sometime in the late afternoon and edit anything i need to 😅

word count: 2.3k

You’ve been Newt’s assistant with his creatures for a little over a year now. You’d met Theseus a few times before, but now him and Newt were doing some sort of mission together which lead to him just staying at Newt’s place. You obviously weren’t going to complain because you were only Newt’s assistant. You weren’t about to tell him you didn’t want his own brother to stay in his own house just because he got on your nerves a tad. But, Merlin were you tempted at times.

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You woke up early to go start caring for the creatures in the case before anyone else was up, even Newt. You hadn’t meant to wake up so early but once you did, there was no falling back asleep. Needless to say, you were already in a not so great mood, so you were a bit relieved to have some alone times with the creatures. That is until Theseus so rudely decided to walk into the case about an hour after you had started working.

“Good morning darling. You’re up quite early. Even Newt is still sound asleep.” He raised an eyebrow at you and gave you that famous smirk that apparently works on everyone but you.

“Not now Theseus,” you answered bitterly without turning around from the mooncalfs you were feeding, “and don’t you ever call me darling.”

“Well someone’s woke up on the wrong side of the bed now haven’t we?”

Now you turned around to look at him and give him the most unamused face you possibly could. Just for him to give you an annoying crooked smile.

You were about to go off on him until your eyes went to the stairs and saw Newt very slowly coming into the case, eyes darting between you and Theseus to make sure he’s not imposing on anything important.

“Oh thank Merlin,” you mumbled under your breath, “Newt please tell your brother to let me get back to work.”

Newt looked at Theseus as he scratched the back of his head, “Y/N why are you down here so early?”

“I woke up early and couldn’t fall back asleep so i decided to start on things a bit early today. Is that alright?” Theseus furrowed his brows at how much softer your town was with Newt. Were you really in a bad mood today or was it just because he was around?

“Of course that’s alright. But… I do think you deserve a day off. It seems you’ve been doing most of the work down here for about two weeks now. I can handle them from here for today,” he nervously smiled at you through his hair, scared he’d annoy you further than his brother already has.

“That’s very kind of you Newt but I promise I’m alright to help y-“

“No he’s right,” Theseus cut you off, “if anyone deserves the day off it’s you. I think you should take it.” He was being genuine but you hadn’t noticed. You were too busy glaring at him. Ooh if looks could kill…

“What’s your angle Scamander?” You stared the older brother straight in the eyes as you looked at him skeptically.

Theseus chuckled, finding it cute when you angrily called him by his last name, “angle? Why would I have an angle darling?”

“I told you not to call me- You know what?” you held the bridge of your nose trying to calm yourself down, “I am going to take the day off. Thank you Newt,” you smiled at him before going up the stairs that he was still frozen on.

Theseus started to head up the stairs shortly after, only to be stopped by Newt, “maybe you should just leave her be today Theseus,” he tried to say sternly while staring at the ground with one hand on his brothers chest to keep him there while he talked.

Theseus looked at him slightly confused, before chuckling, “I’ll make sure to tell her you tried your best.”

Newt shook his head in annoyance. If he kept this up they were going to have to stay somewhere else for the rest of their mission. Merlin only knows how much longer Y/N will be able to put up with his shenanigans.

To yours and Newts surprise, Theseus actually left you alone majority of the day. The only other time he bothered you was when you all had dinner together, which had become a nightly ritual since their mission began.

It was comfortably silent until, of course, Theseus opened his mouth, “Y/N you really should sit up a bit more straight.”

Newt stared at his soup while your mouth fell open and you stared at Theseus in disbelief, “I beg your pardon? Are you seriously trying to tell me I’m sitting wrong?”

Theseus looked shocked at your reaction, “no- I- Well, yes but I didn’t-“

Now it was your turn to cut him off, “no, you know what? I’m so tired of you criticizing everything I do ever since you got here,” you dropped your spoon in your, luckily, empty bowl with a loud clank, “not to mention you never give your poor brother a break. All he does is care for his creatures and everyone around him, including you, and all you do is tell him how he should be joining the ministry when he clearly doesn’t want to! And you joke far too much. He clearly doesn’t understand half of the time, and to be quite frank it’s not entirely his fault. You don’t have a very distinct difference in your ‘i’m being sarcastic’ versus your ‘i’m being serious’ tone.”

Newt’s eyes were wide and his eyebrows disappeared into his hair. Yet all Theseus did was chuckle. And if you weren’t already furious with his attitude, that really set you off.

“You are so insufferable!” You yell at him as you put your dishes in the sink loudly and make your way back into the case, knowing the creatures could calm you down.

Theseus stood up and Newt stopped him immediately, again. But this time he looked his brother in the eyes, “Leave her alone Theseus. I really mean it. I have never heard her yell like that. Not even when Teddy broke her favorite necklace.”

Theseus clenched his jaw before running his hand over his face, looking clearly guilty, “I’m sorry Newt.”

Newt raised his brows at him in confusion.

“I don’t mean to come off so… Insufferable, as Y/N put it. I only want the best for you, you know that.”

Newt nodded his head quickly, “trust me I know you don’t have any cruel intentions. I did grow up with you harassing me constantly,” they both chuckled, “but she didn’t. And to other people you definitely do seem to come off as a bit overbearing.”

Theseus nodded in understanding, “can you really not tell the difference between my joking and my serious voice?”

Newt laughed nervously, “I can usually figure it out. Just not always in that moment.”

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A couple days later you were helping feed the baby nifflers when one of them spat up all over your shirt. You groaned and put it back with the others after cleaning it up.

“Go change,” Newt tried not to chuckle but failed. Luckily you laughed too.

“I’ll be right back,” you ran up stairs and changed quickly, grabbing the first shirt you saw so you could get back to Newt and finish your tasks for the day.

Once you were done with your tasks, Newt stayed in the case for a bit to do some work on his book. You were headed for the couch when you saw Theseus standing in a doorway staring at you. You stared back. You stared at each other for a solid minute before you asked, “Can I help you with something?” It came out a bit harsher than you intended.

“Yeah. Why are you wearing my shirt?” He raised an eyebrow and leaned against the doorway, arms crossed with a smile of amusement on his face.

“What? I’m not wearing your-“ you looked down and noticed that the shirt was unusually large on you. Why hadn’t Newt said anything? “I’m so sorry Theseus! I rushed to change after a baby niffler spat up on me and I grabbed the first shirt i saw but I swear i thought it was mine i didn’t mean to steal your cl-“

“Y/N,” he chuckled, a genuine smile on his face, “it’s alright. I didn’t think you were intentionally trying to steal my clothes. Although, I suppose you could be slowly stealing my shirts one by one until I run out and I’m forced to walk around shirtless-“ you threw the closest pillow to you at him, trying to make your face not turn red but failing miserably.

He threw his hands up in surrender, “alright alright, I’m just messing with you. Geez,” he shook his head in mock offense and you laughed. You laughed at something he did, “are you feeling alright?” He was really only half joking.

You tilted your head before he added, “you actually laughed. Out loud. To me.”

You rolled your eyes and started to head to your room to change, “careful Scamander, you’re still on thin ice. And also now on the verge of never getting this shirt back. It’s quite soft.”

Theseus smiled to himself. Damnit why did you have to have such a cute laugh and look so cute in his comically oversized shirt?

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It had been about another week and you and Theseus were slowly starting to get along better. You started understanding his sarcasm better, after Newt so nicely explained that he’s only like that with people he cares about, and his smirk has started to work on you. Not that you’d ever admit that to him or even Newt.

That morning, Newt had to run an errand and left you in charge of the creatures, which he has done plenty of times with no problems. Except for today. Today you managed to let a small occamy escape the case. You immediately started panicking and bolted out of the case trying to find it. After about five minutes of looking, you couldn’t find her. You started screaming for Theseus and he came bolting into the room, wanda ready for danger. He looked around to see that no one was there but you. He noticed your extremely panicked breathing and ran over and grabbed your shoulders, looking you in the eyes, “darling what’s the matter?” He hadn’t meant to use the nickname outside of his playful tone but it slipped out and you were too panicked to notice right now anyway.

“The- One of the occamy’s got out and i can’t find her- If I don’t find her Newt will never forgive me and i’ll feel so awful for losing track of such a beautiful creature…” You trailed off, suddenly realizing how close Theseus was and how it was not helping slow your heartbeat any. You looked in his eyes, suddenly feeling a bit shy. He very suddenly hugged you and you stood frozen for a moment. Newt had mentioned he was a bit of a hugger but you thought he was joking at this point.

“I’ll help you. We’ll find her I promise,” you hugged him back lightly before you both went looking for the critter.

You had split up into different rooms when you heard Theseus let out an odd… Squeal? You jogged to the room he was in, only to see the little occamy curled up in his hands. You stared, mouth somewhere between a smile and hung open in shock at the sight before you. Not only did the occamy trust him enough to hold her and pet her, but he was petting her so gently and had such a wide smile on his face. He was even talking to her and she made little sounds back at him.

Theseus looked up and questioned your expression, “she doesn’t even let me hold her…”

“Well she just has good taste I suppose.”

You scoffed, “yeah right, Scamander.”

He smiled at the name you used to use when you were angry at him, but that you now use to banter back.

You both went back into the case to put the occamy where she belonged. You turned around to thank Theseus again and apologize for being so dramatic about it, but you slipped on water you spilled earlier and had forgotten to clean up. You were going to land face first on the ground if Theseus hadn’t been right in front of you. He held onto your arms for quite a bit longer than necessary as he stared into hour eyes, keeping you in a trance of sorts.

You searched his eyes as your heartbeat quickened. You were thrown off when you heard Theseus chuckle, “I think your heart may explode-“

“Oh shut up Scamander,” you pulled him in for a kiss, throwing him off for once, which made you smirk into it.

Newt had come back and was walking into the case, before pausing and turning around, for he was interrupting this time, “about time,” he muttered to himself.

“I knew you were into me. I mean, c’mon. Who could resist me,” he wriggled his eye brows making you laugh, “you still owe me a shirt by the way…”

“You truly are insufferable, you know?” you playfully hit him at his suggestive tone, and me smiled his ridiculously handsome smile.

[itscherrylipsforme]

Mom: When I was your age I liked men in their twenties

Aunt: When I was your age I liked men who were around twentyfive

Me rn: ...

Based on a thought I had after having this same conversation during a family dinner

I am open to write for any of them, if someone asks me to do it btw

[my-little-delusions]

~ Masterlist ~

• DC •

DC Titans:

Dick Grayson:

To the Ends of The Universe:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 Coming Soon!

• Harry Potter/The Wizarding World •

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them:

Theseus Scamander:

Alone:

Part 1

Part 2 (coming soon)

Harry Potter:

Draco Malfoy:

Coming soon

Fred Weasley:

Coming Soon

[prettybubblesintheair]

Nooo nooo my HEART, this was soooooooo adorable, omg and the “that’s what Teddy prefers too, so I’d be careful if I were you” was EVERYTHING.

Sooo sooo cute 💗💗💗💗

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.

[14thgalerie]

harry potter reads.

marauder's era

sirius black —

what side are you on? by @lustsickforyou

you deserve love, too by @fourmoony

attention by @igncrantbliss

two strangers by @inpraizeof

all i want by @maraudersjukebox

heart stamp by @shadowbriar

don't leave by 14thgalerie (of course, i had to put myself here)

james potter —

you’re unbelievable by @livinginshambles

you don’t really like me, you just think you do by @perpetuallydaydreaming

time warp series by @astonishment

walk you home by @astonishment

why didn’t we work out by @astonishment

i’ve got plans, sorry by @livinginshambles

i want to be loved first by @livinginshambles

no longer yours by @singmyaubade

you’re losing me series by @astonishment

25 by 14thgalerie

shampoo thief by 14thgalerie

i peeled my orange today by 14thgalerie

remus lupin —

wherever you stray, i follow series by @mediocre-daydreams

you’re losing me by @astonishment

quiet curiosity by 14thgalerie

regulus black —

unearthed by @cherryslyce

second son by @cherryslyce

golden trio's era

theodore nott —

i think he knows by @dreamcubed

i thought you knew by @agirlsguidetolove

missing you by @battinscn

love is sour grapes by @patrophthia

path to you by 14thgalerie

the one by 14thgalerie

dreamin' of him by 14thgalerie

tell me why by 14thgalerie

mattheo riddle —

the muggle mixtape by @writersblockedx

cat’s out of the bag by @rilakeila

other characters

tom riddle —

for the love that used to be here by @fatesundress

mortem expetere by @little-diable

faded ink of the fated by @cardansriddle

to be loved by @darkmagic-s

home by 14thgalerie

theseus scamander —

pay no attention to the magizoologist by @captainsophiestark

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Did you just kiss me?

Alright, bet!

Protect You

Back to black

Until you come back home / 2 /

Stop trying to feel everything

Inventor

Soft and prude

Small space

Run!

You want my jacket?

Kiss me before you leave

I hate / love you

Princess and the fool

I have a plan

You're like me, but better

New Girl

Never felt so...

Too Sweet

Chicken

Callum Turner:

Co- Stars / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 /

Qué serà serà

Finals season

Joe Rantz:

Training / 2 /

Theseus Scamander

Young, dumb in love

Curtis Biddick

Daylight

Your idiot?

You have to live

Gale Cleven

Told you she was real

Who did this to you?

Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal

Therapist

Ronald Speirs

Disguise

John Brady

Misunderstanding

Austin Butler

Fame / 2 / 3 / 4 /

Eugene Roe

Bastogne

Waiting on forever

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FANGTASIA. send in a character from my guide + one of the prompts below for a drabble!

OK LAST ONE I PROMISE. but you know I had to send in a theseus request so … theseus + "You think I like being like this? Every time someone fucking touches you I want to rip their hands off!" teehee 😋

'𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗡 (𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗢)

theseus scamander x fem!reader

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“I can hear you sulking over there. C’mon,” you urge as you watch him out of your periphery. He closed his eyes before he exhaled slowly. Deeply, forcing all of the air out of his lungs in the hopes that his foul mood would exit with it. He didn’t want to be like this. He didn’t want to hate your secretary, to be the possessive guy that never let his partner speak to another man, but it was starting to eat away at him. It was a lot easier to lose you when he didn’t fully have you, yet.

or the one where theseus can't stand your secretary.

warnings: none that i can think of, semi-possessive theseus?

masterlist 

He was just your secretary. That’s what you keep telling yourself. And Theseus. All he does is your filing and allow people entry into your office. And bring you your morning coffee without you needing to ask for it, with the exact amount of cream and sugar you take without you ever having told him in the past. 

Of course, this was just him being excellent at his job, it was why you’d kept him on for so long. There was a quick turnover rate for secretaries at the ministry. A year or two, at most, before they were either fired by their respective bosses or they left to pursue a field they were actually passionate about. But not Richard. No, you’d been working with Richard for the better part of five years. Long before you’d ever met your now boyfriend–if you could even call him that, only having been on a dozen or so dates at this point. Not that the question hadn’t been on the tip of his tongue since the first time you batted your eyelashes at him. 

That didn’t stop Theseus from clenching his jaw every morning when he stopped by to say hello only to find your secretary to have abandoned his post outside your office in favor of holing up in your loveseat and carrying on with whatever annoyingly dull topic of conversation he’d chosen to occupy your time with. It didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes at the way his hand lingered over yours as he dropped off the accounts you needed that afternoon during your lunch break, little more than a glance cast askew at him as he sat beside you. It didn’t stop him from biting his tongue so hard it bled each time you brought Richard up in the evenings when he walked you out of the building.

No, it didn’t matter how long you’d worked with the man. Theseus knew a crush when he saw one. 

“What’s wrong, love? You’ve been tense all day,” you say, gently placing a hand onto his shoulder. He’d been sitting in your office for a little over an hour, his work day having already drawn to a close but you’d had to finish up a last minute assignment your boss had thrown on your desk fifteen minutes before you were supposed to leave. Theseus hadn’t minded waiting.

“Nothing,” he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Richard had been especially irritating that day. He’d barely had five minutes alone with you before you’d forced your secretary to go home once the clock hit six. 

“I can hear you sulking over there. C’mon,” you urge as you watch him out of your periphery. He closed his eyes before he exhaled slowly. Deeply, forcing all of the air out of his lungs in the hopes that his foul mood would exit with it. He didn’t want to be like this. He didn’t want to hate your secretary, to be the possessive guy that never let his partner speak to another man, but it was starting to eat away at him. It was a lot easier to lose you when he didn’t fully have you, yet.

“It’s nothing, lovely. Promise,” he says. At the very least, having this time with you was beginning to dull the headache that had formed earlier in the day. He thinks it started when Richard had once again waltzed into your office during your lunch hour with the hopes of taking you out to the bakery a couple blocks away. 

“Okay,” you drawl, eyebrows drawn together. 

It’s then that Theseus notices the parchment stuck to your desk lamp. It was a charmed doodle, one that poorly illustrated a man with smoke shooting out of his ears sitting at a desk played on a loop. To keep you company while you work - Rich. Of course.

“You ready?” you ask, shuffling around documents and files on your desk to deal with on Monday when you return before grabbing your bag off the ground and slipping your coat on. You circle around the furniture in your office to stand in front of Theseus. He ran a firm hand across his brow bone as he stood to meet you. He leans forward to place a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth as he nods. 

It’s hard to ignore how stiff he’s become.

“Are we still good for dinner at yours tonight?” you ask. 

“Of course,” he hums. He wasn’t going to let this ruin the one of the few evenings a week he got to spend with you. Or, at least, he was going to try to not let it ruin it. 

Once he was sure you’d both collected the remainders of your belongings, he takes your hand in his to apparate the two of you to his flat. Since you weren’t going back to your place, he didn’t feel the need to walk the two of you all the way across the ministry just to disapparate from there. He only did that to spend a couple extra minutes with you, anyway. 

It’s only the second time you’ve been to his place, but the short wave of nausea prevents you from feeling too overwhelmingly nervous about it. You set your bag beside the door before you move to the kitchen to sit and let the urge to vomit begin to dissipate. Theseus smooths a palm over down your arm as he slides up behind you. 

He leans down to whisper in your ear. His nose brushes against your cheek. “Can I get you anything?”

“Maybe a penny…” you trail off.

“A penny?” he huffs amused.

“For your thoughts,” you say.

“I told you it was nothing.”

“Darling, I know something’s wrong. I want to help if I can,” you say, tilting your head back enough to look at his face. He bends again to kiss your forehead. It’s tender, sweet. Nearly domestic. 

“It’s just work stress, I guess,” he says. He wasn’t technically lying. 

“I’m sorry,” you hum, bringing a hand up to smooth across his cheek for a second. “Do you want to talk about it? It might help if you get some of it off your chest.”

“I wouldn’t want to burden you, love,” he says as he begins to move away from your chair. He meanders around the small kitchen as he starts to gather the things he needs to cook dinner. You hardly notice as he charms the cutting board to dice vegetables for him. 

“It wouldn’t be a burden. Richie’s always telling me about the kinds of things that bother him at the office,” you say. Theseus’ jaw clenches. With his suit coat already having been slung across the couch in the living room, he’s quick to roll his button-down sleeves up to his elbows. 

“Fucking Richard,” he mutters. It’s so quiet you almost miss it. Your brows raise. He runs a palm over his jaw, resisting the urge to bite down on one of his fingers. 

“This is about him?”

“What?” he asks as he turns away from you to grab noodles from his pantry. The first time he’d asked about Richard had been harmless. A one-off question at the end of your evening when he’d been walking you back to your flat. A question you’d answered simply. He’s just your secretary. Then he’d asked again. A second and a third time. 

“This. Your… mood. It’s about him, isn’t it?” you ask. You’re attempting to sound understanding, but you know there’s an edge to your tone. He doesn’t elicit an answer. “I thought I told you he wasn’t anything to worry about. He works for me.”

“I know,” he grumbles. 

“Then what’s this about, hm?” you ask, standing from your chair and moving into his space. 

“It’s just.” He’s cracking, slightly. He hates that he’s allowed himself to get affected by something so trivial. “He’s always there.”

“You’ve got yourself in a fit because my secretary comes into my office during work hours?”

“It’s the way he is around you, you know? He’s always around, always touching or trying to touch. You should see the way he looks at you,” he huffs. The box in his hand drops onto the counter suddenly, his hands following as he pushes his weight against them. 

“Thes-” you start. 

“You think I like being like this? You think it’s something I want? To be so angry and aggravated about something that I can’t control? That you can’t control?” he asks. “Everytime he touches you I want to rip his fucking hands off.”

You step behind him, winding your arms around his middle until he’s stood straight again. His hands find yours and interweave between your fingers. 

“It’s not you,” he sighs. “Well, I mean, it is you. I don’t see how there isn’t a single man left in the world not wrapped tight around your finger.”

You press a kiss between his collarbones. He relaxes into your hold. 

“I don’t want Richard,” you say.

“I know.”

“I want you.”

“I want you, too, darling.”

“But I also want you to talk to me,” you say as you urge him to turn to face you with a tap of your fingers against his torso. “I’ll talk to him. I can’t say I haven’t noticed him being a little closer to me than some of the other secretaries have been with their bosses, because I have. So, I’ll talk to him. But, I need you to talk to me, too.”

His forehead falls forward until it’s pressed against yours. 

You continue, “I need you to tell me when stuff like this bothers you. You can’t just be all angry at the world and do nothing about it and expect it all to change. Okay?”

“I can do that,” he hums. 

“Good,” you nod. 

“Good.”

“You also need to remember that I’m a grown-up and I can handle myself, too, right? Just because another man may or may not have his eyes on me doesn’t mean I’m going to go running off into the sunset with him,” you say. A soft laugh rumbles in his chest, his eyes crinkling with a soft smile at the sides. 

“Alright,” he says. 

“Now,” you say. “What’s for dinner?”

[saltwaterburns]

dreamy sigh

SHADOWS ON ANCIENT STONE WALLS

Pairing: Theseus Scamander x reader

Summary: Soulmate AU — Where the outline of your shadow is your soulmate.

Note: this is honestly a bad one and the longest one I’ve ever written. I’m pretty long winded so I hope it’s not too boring. Whoops. Enjoy wohoo

“You know, I honestly wonder who on earth is your soulmate.” your friend said as she stared at your silhouette against the wall.

The two of you were standing along the corridors of Hogwarts, as the sun shone through the tall ancient windows. The corridor was packed with students as they scurried to their respective classes. “— Because I swear to Merlin it looks exactly like Theseus Scamander.” your friend continued.

Here we go again.

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[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hey,

Could you please write a Grindelwald one-shot, where he get‘s jealous, because Theseus kept looking at fem!reader during the tea party.(the one with the „assasination“ attempt). After the Jacob incident they return back to Nurmengard and he claims what‘s his.(smut?)

Grindelwald X Reader: My love is mine, all mine

Warnings: Smut, mean Grindelwald (very tame), Jealousy, meantions of heartbreak (very quick), p in v, creampie, female anatomy, fingering, male anatomy, porn with little plot, no use of y/n, not proofread.

Word count: 1,5K

You can feel his eyes on you. Even without looking in his direction you know for sure he is still staring at you. You keep your head held high, eyes looking forwards, completely ignoring his presence. You’re not the only one who noticed his presence. Beside you Grindelwald shifts, his hand moving to rest on your thigh. The action causes you to look over at him. He doesn't spare you so much as a glance, he doesn't need to, the mere touch of his skin on yours tells you everything. 

He’s jealous.  

He knows of your history with theseus. You’d joined Grindelwald’s cause after Thesues had told you of his proposal to Lita. You’d been in love with the older scamander for years and the idea of him loving someone else had broken something inside you. The rage that filled you had made you the perfect recruit for Grindelwald. He’d found the pain inside your heart and promised you revenge. What neither of you had expected was the feelings you ended up developing for each other. Grindelwald had mended your broken heart and given you a way to let your anger out without judgement. 

You raise your glass to your lips, taking a sip of your drink, head slightly turning to the side. From the corner of your eyes you saw Theseus. Your face showed no emotion but your heart skipped a small beat at the sight of him. He hasn't changed much since you’d last seen him.You felt something squeeze your thigh harshly, causing you to turn to look at Grindelwald. His bicolored eyes bored into yours, a small snarl showing up on his features  as he moved to look over your head at Theseus before returning his gaze to you. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could a shout ripped through the room causing him to shift his attention. 

“Assassin!”

Your head snapped up at the sound of your eyes finding the figure of Jacob Kowalski. And he was pointing a wand at Grindelwald. Jacob raised his wand over his head, a storm forming on the ceiling above. You looked over at Grindelwald curiously. Was this man not a muggle?  You didn;t have much time to express your confusion because all hell seemed to break loose in a matter of seconds. Grindelwald grabbed your hand, camply leading you away from the table and out the door. You turned around just in time to see Jacob and a woman disappearing into a cluster of paper. 

Your body launched forwards as you arrived at Nurmengard. Grindelwald dragged you along not stopping until he reached his private quarters. You kicked your shoes off, sighing with annoyance.

“Well that was a complete mess.”

Grindelwald remained silent, his back turned to you as he stared out the window. You make your way to him.

“Don’t worry, love. It’s just a small set back we will-”

“Have I made it clear?”

You gave him a questioning look. Confused as to what he was talking about.

“Have I not shown them time and time again that you belong to me?”

Ah. So that's what this was about. 

Grindelwald wasn’t known for his patience or his kindness. He was known for getting what he wanted by any means necessary. And on occasion he was known to harm anyone who tried to take something from him. Theseus wasn’t a threat. Deep down Grindelwald knew this but in the moment it didn’t matter. He needed to know that you were his. 

Only his. 

You placed a palm over his chest, your other hand moving to cup his cheek. You gave him a small smile which he didn’t return. You didn’t mind, you knew in a couple of minutes he would get what he wanted and all of this would be long forgotten in the morning. That didn’t mean you were going to make it easy for him. 

“He means nothing to me. You’re the only one I want.”

You gasped as Grindelwald's hand wrapped around your chin, tugging your face up harshly. You groaned as his hand put pressure on your neck, his eyes glowing with a bit of madness as he did so. He tugged your lips to his in a rough pace. His teeth clashed with yours, his tongue lapping at your mouth. You felt your feet pad against the ground rapidly as Grindelwald pushed you towards his desk. A whine left your lips as your back collided with the wood, but it quickly turned into a moan as Grindelwald bit into your lips. He wasn’t always like this. There were nights when he was a gentle lover. But when he got like this, his whole body burning with jealousy, the loving side of him disappeared completely, letting the animal inside take control. He parted your legs, slotting his body into the gap. A groan escaped from his lips as his growing bulge dragged against your clothed cunt. His hands trailed down your legs, bunching up your dress so that he could get a clear view of your underwear.

“Grindelwald…”

His eyes shifted to gaze up at the sound of his name falling from your lips. Your face was flushed, lips parted as you let out shaky breaths. It was incredible how easily he could get you all worked up.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Is that so? Ready to prove it to me?”

You nod eagerly, causing him to give you a wolfish grin.His hand runs against your clothed folds, making you squirm.

“Behave.”

You bite your lip at his tone, swallowing down a moan as he shifts your underwear to the side. His nimble fingers plunge into you without warning. You cling to his shoulder, small noises escaping your lips as he begins to curl his fingers inside you. He lets out a small pant, a slight indication of the effect you have on him. As much as he wants to torture you he knows he won’t be able to controle himself for a lot longer. Your walls clench around his fingers.

“Please.”

“What is it my love?”

“Need you.”

“Is that so?”

He scissor his fingers making you moan.

“I saw you looking at him. Do you wonder what he’d feel like? Do you think he’d be able to give you pleasure like I do?”

You shake your head, your brain far too lost on the feeling of his fingers to answer verbally. At your lack of response, he slows his fingers making you shine.

“Answer me.”

“No only you can make me feel like this.”

“Good.”

Grindelwald removed his fingers from inside you. Before you can complain about the lack of him, his hands are moving to his pants, unbuttoning them before tugging his dick free. You swallow at the sight. You spread your legs wider, patiently awaiting him to fill you. He looks down at you, taking in the sight of the way you look beneath him. You give him a small grin and he can’t help but return the gesture. He moves forward, lining his dick with your entrance before plunging in with a harsh thrust. You bite into your cheek at the feeling of his stretching you open. He rests his head on your shoulder, the feeling of your warmth overwhelming for a moment. Then the moment is gone. His hips snaps into you at a brutal pace. You gasp as he thrusts into you, your throat raw from the screaming. It would be wise to tell you to keep it down but Grindelwald wants the world to hear you scream his name. He wants them to hear who you belong to.  

“Gellert-ugh-i’m close.”

He could tease you. He could be cruel and pull out right now. Finish himself off with his hand and leave you wanting for more. But he won;t do that. No. Marking you with his cum seems much more attractive at the moment. He doubles his efforts, hips snapping as a speed you would consider impossible. His fingers move to your clit, thumb moving in sloppy circles against the small bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck gonna cum-please please-ah!”

And just like that your release washes over you. Your body spasms as you coat Grindelwads dick with your cum. You sink onto the desk, body completely exhausted. Grindelwald takes the opportunity to raise your legs slightly, allowing him to thrust into you at a harshed pace. After a few thrusts he comes apart, his seed counting your cunt. He groans, body leaning forward to rest against your for a moment. You give him a content hum, fingers moving to caress his hair. He gives your neck a small kiss before pulling out of you. He stands before you, shoving his dick back into his pants before helping you up from the desk. You feel his cum seep down your leg. Grindelwald pulls you into a lingering kiss. 

“My girl.”

“All yours.”