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Soft Universe

Viktor x gn!reader

Content warnings: MDNI, power dynamics discussed (vague), (vaguely dom reader, sub Viktor, discussion suggests they’re both verse)

A/n: honestly I just wanted to write smut that’s inclusive and honest and HOT abt sex w a disability and what support thru that can look like (source: I am also disabled similarly)

A/n: Vitka and Vitya are both nicknames for Viktor in Rus (I chose Russian instead of Czech bc I speak Czech not at all.)

…

It started out innocent enough.

Jayce was trying and failing to copy Viktor’s accent, the pair of you giggling every time Viktor looked up from across the lab.

“I don’t sound like that.” Viktor appears like a ghost behind you both, startling you enough that Jayce lets out a yelp.

“Come on, it is good no? It’s close.” Jayce tries again, this time with hands up to block the random strewn book Viktor lifts to smack him with.

“Not even a little, it’s very bad.” Viktor says seriously, the corner of his lip twitching as he pushes down a smile. You and Jayce remain the only people allowed to tease him, even though he pretends he doesn’t like it from either of you.

“And, lovely assistant of mine, are you going to give it a shot?” Viktor asks, and your eyebrows raise.

Lovely?

“This feels like a trap. You just want to smack me with the book too.” You point a finger accusingly at the ready position Viktor is holding it in. Had he called you lovely? There’s a blush spreading across your face already, you can feel it heat your cheeks and ears.

Viktor gives a shrug, imitating nonchalance. “Fine, don’t.” A small twitch of his lips gives him away, he’s laughing at you.

As he turns, you have the sudden urge to make him eat his words, to maybe make him feel a bit embarrassed too.

“Ждать.” (Wait.)

He freezes.

“Это правильно, mmm?” (This is correct, hmm?) “Ты говоришь по-русски?” (You speak Russian?)

“Ты тоже?!” (And you speak it?!)

Your eyes crinkle a bit at the corners as you smile wide, switching back to common for Jayce’s benefit. “I know some, not a lot. But my accent is bad.”

“No it’s-“ Viktor catches himself, eyes wide at what he had almost just spoken aloud. What would have even come out? That your voice was deeper when you spoke in his native tongue and it made him want to sink to his knees in front of you? That hearing a language so far back in his memory felt like pressing hard on a bruise?

Gods, and did that mean when he called you милый (darling) when he was too tired to catch himself, that you Knew?!

Victor’s eyes widen and widen, still frozen in place. You see his hand tighten on his cane, knuckles almost white.

“I’m sorry if I startled you. Viktor? You’re looking a bit panicked.”

“You’ve been able to speak my language this whole time?”

“I mean yes, I had friends as a kid who spoke it so some just kind of,,, stuck.”

“Oh.” he says rather intelligently.

“Yeah, I didn’t mean for that to even be a secret it just kind of doesn’t come up? I guess? I’m not good by any means.” you demure.

Viktor’s ears are red. He can feel them burning but refuses to draw any more attention to it.

“Viktor?” you stand awkwardly frozen across from him, unsure of what you’ve done.

“Nothing, it is nothing. Your voice, it is much deeper when you speak in it.” he attempts to respond evenly but somehow it sounds breathless even to his own ears. He clears his throat to try to cover it.

You raise an eyebrow. “And you,,,, like this? About my voice?”

Jayce coughs pointedly in the background. “Should I uh. Leave?”

Viktor turns and says “no” in the same moment you say “yes.”

Twice in a row now you’ve shocked Viktor enough for it to be plain on his face. He twists from Jayce back to you almost unconsciously.

“I think Viktor and I need to have a deeper conversation about this, Jayce, would you mind?”

Jayce, who is very much confused about the ‘vibes’ of the room and whether or not the two of you are going to fight or fuck, decides to take that moment to slide over to the door and make a quick exit.

“Sure thing, I uh, need to head to the forges anyways. Bye!” The door closes soundly behind him.

You turn your full attention to Viktor. “You called me lovely.” you state.

“When did I do that.”

“Viktor! Literally just now, less than five minutes ago? ‘Your lovely assistant?’”

His mouth pops open in an “oh” but the sound doesn’t come out.

“I think I’ve figured you out, Vitka.”

“Vitka? Oh are doing nicknames now are we?”

You smile blithely, “I think it’s fitting.”

“And what’s that?” he swallows and sees your eyes track to his throat and up again.

You take a single step forward, now within his space. You can see him struggle to keep his eyes from going to your lips and fail.

Another step, and you’re close enough to breathe the same air.

Viktor thinks to himself that if he tilted his lips just so, your lips would brush. Oh how he wants to.

You move slowly, tipping your head to meet his eyes, running a hand along his jaw the way you’ve craved to do for so long. He leans into the touch almost subconsciously. It makes something soft and bright burn in your chest as his eyes close. You brush a thumb across his cheek.

“Will you let me kiss you?” You whisper it like a confession in his ear.

“You are my assistant.” You can see him conflicted, eyes shifting anywhere but directly towards you. “The power dynamics alone make this unethical.”

It makes you smile softly, that it’s something Viktor has concern over. “Is that why you’ve never said anything before?” You brush some of his hair back from his face, dragging nails lightly over his scalp, and his eyes flutter shut again at the contact.

“I promise, Vitya, the power dynamics are not something I’m worried about.” you grab the hair at his nape and give a gentle pull.

His eyes haze over and a soft groan escapes his lips.

“I don’t want to try to convince you to do something you don’t want Viktor, I’ll stop if you’d like me to.” you softly release the hold you have on his hair, dropping the hand to his shoulder. “But don’t hold yourself back if it’s on my account.”

He’s silent, eyes half lidded with open desire for you.

“Words, darling.” You whisper to him.

He kisses you instead. It’s gentler than you expected, a short press of his lips to yours. He cups your face so reverently between his hands. It brings a bright heady grin to your face. “So yes?”

“Yes, gods.” he mumbles against your lips, kissing you again, and again. They’re soft kisses, after every one Viktor opens his eyes like he’s afraid you’ll have disappeared in the time it takes him to look again. His hands trail through your hair slowly.

“Jayce is, ha,” a soft moan breaks his sentence as you press a kiss to his jaw, “he’s- going to make fun of me later.”

“Why’s that?”

“I just yelled at him,” a cough, “last week for having relations in the lab among all of the Sterile Equipment.”

You snort. “Your timing is perfect as always.”

You mouth along his neck, encouraged by every breathy sound that comes from Viktor’s lips. He tilts his chin to the side to give you better access.

Your lips come to the base of his throat and stop, your fingers pulling gently at the collar of his shirt. “May I?”

He nods quickly, “Please,, do.” The words come out in two separate breaths.

You slide your hands over his collar and unbutton one, two, three, pressing more kisses to his exposed throat and chest. You press one over the side of his chest covered by the brace as well, glancing up to gauge his reaction.

A funny little smile has made its way to his lips. One that you file in your brain to ask about again later, when you’re less focused on getting him to whine again.

You move down further, rucking up the fabric of his shirt to reach more of his chest instead of wasting time with the rest of the buttons.

One of your hands is anchored softly to his back alongside his brace, pressing him closer to you as you lean down, pressing kisses between the rib spacings of the brace, using a bit of teeth in the areas where you can hear his voice catch.

You’ve kissed low enough now to be just above the edge of his pants, and run a few teasing fingers just beneath the band of fabric, before leaning back up to catch his mouth in another kiss.

It becomes filthier, louder. Viktor’s tongue is in your mouth and he’s pressed close enough that you can feel his excitement lower. He’s not holding back how, his hands are all over every inch of you he can reach.

Your shirt ends up discarded somewhere on the floor, followed quickly by the tank beneath.

Your hand moves to the button of his pants and he pauses only slightly, hands still splayed across you. “My knee, it’s-“

“Do you need to stop?” you ask, just to be sure. You pause anyways.

“No, it’s,” his cheeks flush a bit, “not that. My, ah, pants can’t come off with the outer brace still on.”

“Oh,” you brighten, “of course, here.” You press him gently on his sternum, guiding him back onto the lab table to sit.

And then, because you can’t resist, you lift on both knees to spread his thighs open for you. Solely so there’s room for you between them, of course. It makes Viktor blush hard enough that he tries to cover his face as you sink to your knees, working smoothly to undo the knee brace mechanisms.

“How did you-“ Viktor pauses, coughs, “how did you know how to take this off so quickly? I designed the supports myself.”

You blink. “To make sure I could fix it for you, if you ever needed it.”

Something passes across his face for just a moment. “But you’ve never seen the parts up close before now, it must have taken-“

“Days, yes. To reconstruct without bothering you with invasive questions.” You press a kiss softly to his cheek. “I hope that doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No, no it’s.” Kind of you. Thoughtful in an unobtrusive way, in a way that doesn’t step all over his autonomy. It makes something bright in his chest burn.

You just nod, like you’ve read his mind. Your hand comes back up to his hair again, softly running your fingers through it. “Would you like to continue? I don’t mind stopping.” You place a soft kiss on the corner of his jaw and his eyes flutter.

“More, more always.” And then he’s pulling you in, using his uninjured leg to cage you in against him. His lips are at your neck, kissing and leaving a line of marks he looks at with satisfaction. You leave one in return, high on his neck, just under his jaw, laving your tongue over it after in a way that has him pressing up into you.

His whole body shudders as you drag a hand lower, mouth still sucking pretty bruises in a bouquet on his neck. You tug gently at his pants, “May I?”

“Of course,”

You smile, kiss him again before turning your attention to the buckle. Just the barest brush of your hands over the straining fabric there has him hissing through his teeth.

You smirk just slightly, “Sensitive, Viktor?”

He all but tssks at you, “Yes, yes hurry up.”

You pull the zipper down slowly, just to tease him. He muffles a soft whine against his arm as you trace a finger over the new territory you’ve uncovered.

“You sound beautiful, let me hear you.”

He removes the arms slowly, uncovering the blush that’s returned to his cheeks, his eyes fluttering between you and your hand pressed too lightly against his length. When he looks up you reward him with a gentle squeeze, the pleasure shooting up his spine and making him gasp.

“You’ve,” he breathes heavily, “done this before.” He can’t help but to cant his hips into your hand. A hand that is still Not Moving.

“Mm, but I’ve thought about doing this to you infinitely more. Often times right here, sometimes in my bed, or yours,” you keep talking just to watch his eyes darken further. “One time in a janitor’s closet but you were being very loud,” You press an open mouthed kiss to his clothed length to pull a moan from his throat.

You move to pull his pants from his legs, wrapping a hand around his middle to guide him back up to standing with you.

You slide the fabric down slowly, reverently, placing kisses to his hips, both of his thighs, to the indentation marks left by his brace. You allow the fabric to pool at his feet before standing again.

Viktor’s eyes are distracted again with some thought, you can see his eyebrows furrow and unfurrow as he considers speaking.

“I’m sorry, that I can’t -“ you silence him with a gentle hand cupping him through his boxers, the sentence turning into an aborted sound somewhere between a moan and a whine. It has him stumbling back into you.

“None of whatever that sentence was about to be, darling.” You squeeze ever so slightly for emphasis. His eyes roll back in his head for a moment. “I’m honored. Viktor. I want you, I’ve wanted you for a long time. I want you exactly as you are.”

This, over everything else, is what seems to affect him most, his cheeks blushing red as well as the tips of his ears.

“And it doesn’t bother you.” He says it as a statement.

You run your hand gently up the ribs of his brace, tracing higher until a hand rests against his cheek.

“Nothing about this bothers me, at all Vitka. I want you, if you’ll have me.” You whisper this part, feeling a bit unsure despite your matching states of undress. This feels like more a confession than your lips on his. Past physical need, you feel like you’ve just offered a sliver of your soul out for him to heal or hurt.

Viktor surges forward in answer, kissing you like he’s starved of it. His spine is curved as far as the brace will allow as he presses into you, his bare chest exposed in an almost obscene way through his half unbuttoned shirt. Gods, you want to ruin him.

His hands are grasping, pulling you closer so your hips are flush together.

“What do you need from me darling” you ask against his lips.

“More, more, please”

You push him flat onto the work table, scattering notes and miscellaneous tools out of the way of his spine. His hair is spread in a halo around his face in a breathtaking way. He looks heartbreakingly beautiful all laid out for you, eyes glimmering with need.

Your thighs bracket his hips now.

“How would you like me?” You ask teasingly as you slowly lower yourself down to a comfortable sitting position astride him.

“You’d let me choose?”

You hum an affirmative. “I like any, but I don’t know what would pleasure you the most. Tell me.” Your request makes his toes curl.

“Any?”

You nod. “How have you thought about me?”

“Would you ride me, sitting as you are now?”

“I would love to,”

“And - another time, when I am more prepared, would you …?”

Another time, hmm?

He stutters , suddenly unsure “I thought that-“

Immediately you feel guilty for teasing him, surging up to place your lips to his in reassurance. “I’m teasing you, Vitya. I want there to be many more times too.”

“And yes, when I have the proper supplies to prepare you, I would love to watch you take all of me. You’ve done that before? Actually don’t tell me, I’ll just become jealous of a person in the past.”

“The jealous type?” his snarky tone is back but with no real bite.

“Well I’ve just gotten you all to myself, perhaps I’m feeling a bit extra possessive now.”

“Hmm it’s a good look on you”

You smile wide. “You like it? I can come by and leave you pretty marks above your collar more often if you’d like.”

His hand goes subconsciously to the bite you placed under his jaw.

“It is-“

“Completely visible, yes.” Your mouth curves into a self satisfied smile.

“You really are feeling possessive aren’t you.”

“I can’t help it if I want to keep you here and ravish you for the next eternity.” You roll your hips against his for emphasis.

“Come here,” He pulls you down to lie with him, kissing you deeply.

“Can I put my weight on the braced side?”

“Yes, I won’t break.”

You flick his forehead, “I never said you would, Viktor. Causing you additional pain isn’t very romantic though now is it.”

“Oh it’s romantic now,” He sighs, not annoyed, “Just put your weight on me and we’ll find out.” He pulls you down onto him before you have time to protest. “There, better?”

But you’re already kissing again before you could think to respond, slower, rocking your hips into each other in time.

Your need for him just keeps growing, you want to eat him alive. He looks sinful with hair mussed and his lips bitten pink, chest heaving. His moans begin to crescendo, his hands on your hips tightening to a point just before pain.

“You’re close?”

He barely has the sense left to nod, chasing a high this close like a man starved.

“Will you finish just like this, Vitya, for me?” Your hands ghost over his throat, marveling at how beautiful he looks under you. He surprises you by holding the hand in place there at his neck.

His eyes are glassy, you apply a bit more pressure, looking to see if you understand his request.

He whines and his eyes roll back into his head. You press to the sides of his throat harder, “I’ve got you, darling,” you grind down harder now against him, “Gods you look gorgeous like this Viktor. Not even fully undressed.”

He makes a wounded keening sound, back fully arching off the table as he’s hit with an orgasm. You work him through it, hand no longer putting pressure to his throat but gently held in place.

He comes down from the high slowly, hips jolting from aftershocks. He curls towards you like a flower to the sun. “That was -“ he’s still breathless, breathing deeply as you pull him into your arms, drawing soft patterns on his back as his breathing returns to normal.

•••

You lay in silence together for awhile, limbs tangled, sated and happy just in each other’s presence.

After a bit though, you prop your head up on one hand so you can look at Viktor. “Let’s do this again, but I���ll do it properly this time. Can I take you out to dinner?”

“You are, interested in that with me?” There is some amount of shock on his face.

You almost smack your head sitting up so quickly. “Viktor! Yes! Was my extreme interest in you not clear after quite literally taking you on the nearest surface?”

“Yes, well. I wasn’t sure if it was just, ah. Physical for you.”

“I’m sorry for not being clear then, Vitya. I’m interested in you. I love your mind and your body. The whole package. Including your injuries, including your insane sleep schedule, including your intense relationship with coffee-“

“Okay! Okay. I get it, I was being a bit self loathing. I am just. Ah. Interested in you too. More than physically that is. And I was hoping you felt the same.”

You press a kiss to his cheek. “And next time I’ll wine and dine you before taking you over the nearest surface.”

Viktor chokes

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For a cane user, I can’t imagine the sheer relief of suddenly being weightless. The strain on your legs, hips, your spine, just completely gone. Being able to relax all of the muscles that had been compensating for weakness in other areas.

Viktor is fully focused on the success of their project here, but I wonder if the additional euphoria is living without as much pain for just a few minutes.

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The Dead Stay Dead

Theseus Scamander x witch!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

…

Your mother tasks you with more readings as more customers flow into the shop, but your mind is elsewhere.

She scolds you, but you can’t help it. The woman you saw, Leta, was filled with such anger. You wished you could have helped more, in fact you worry you had only made the situation worse by interacting with Leta.

Who was it that she needed dead so badly?

…

Against your better judgement, you sneak out of bed late that night, and creep down again into the back parlor room. The air is freezing and you shiver despite yourself.

“Leta.” you say her voice quietly.

And she appears, standing before you in an almost solid state. She looks happier now than she did when you first saw her, her eyes a deep brown instead of pools of black.

“Leta, I would like to help you. Can you tell me who is still tying to the living world?”

“I’m dead.” she responds sadly.

“Yes,” you agree, “do you need help in moving to the next plane?”

Her face stretches inhumanly into a frown, but you keep your expression still and compassionate, still uncertain if Leta herself poses a threat to you.

Eventually she nods.

“You have to help him. He’s lost.”

“Who, Leta? Your friends that visited?”

Her hand reaches out suddenly, grasping at yours. It feels like cold air pressing down. “He’s lost. Theseus.”

You nod, gently guiding and sitting the both of you down on a bench. “I will help him in any way I can, Leta.”

She seems placated by this, and removes her hand from where it had grabbed yours. “Thank you.”

You have no idea what she means by any of this, but decide against agitating her further by asking.

She dissipates again into nothingness.

…

You decide to help.

Wizards are easy enough to track, given the right tools. A few herbs, a binding spell made with the help of the moon, and you’re quickly following after them, a light pull in your veins leading you in the right direction.

They’re resting at an inn near the center of town, standing out even with the bustle of early morning leading people every which way.

You make a beeline for them, ready to demand they accept your help.

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The Dead Stay Dead

Theseus Scamander x witch!reader

Strangers to lovers, Major character death warning

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

…

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

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

…

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

…

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

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

Will he marry me?

Does she love me?

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

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

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

There’s firsts for everything.

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How heavy a weight it must be, then.

“Ask, for the cards cannot help otherwise.”

“Can the dead be returned?”

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

“But you can see them, can’t you?”

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

You see her then.

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

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

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

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

“Leta please help me understand.”

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

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

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

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

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

…

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Dancing in the Rain

Theseus Scamander x reader

…

A date goes horribly wrong, but your knight in shining armor shows up to save the day.

…

Someone makes a comment about you looking easy, and you decide enough is enough for one night. Your date obviously didn’t care about you, people at the bar were laughing at you, maybe you could just go home and sleep this whole thing off.

You feel foolish for ever agreeing to come.

What an awful day. The dress Queenie had helped you pick out, that for once made you feel beautiful, now felt itchy and awful against your skin. You must look ridiculous.

Theseus chases after you when you run out of the bar crying. You hadn’t even realized he was there, he must have come with Queenie to spy on your date.

Theseus chases after you when you run out of the bar crying. You hadn’t even realized he was there, he must have come with Queenie to spy on your date.

Theseus chases after you when you run out of the bar crying. You hadn’t even realized he was there, he must have come with Queenie to spy on your date.

He pulls you into a hug and just holds you.

“If you want me to go back in there and hex him into tomorrow I one hundred percent will. I think Queenie might beat me to it though.”

“No don’t,” you sniffle, “he’s just saying what everyone else was thinking.”

“Hey,” Theseus becomes serious. “He’s an arse, nothing he said is true. You look beautiful.”

“Don’t jest. We both know no one was going to ask me to dance anyways.”

“I will.”

You smile sadly. “Theseus I don’t want pity.”

He steps in close, pulling you to his chest. “Believe me, it’s not pity.” his lips are so close to yours, almost brushing. “Dance with me.”

You suddenly find yourself out of breath. “There’s no music.”

Theseus takes one of your hands in his own anyways, wrapping the other around your waist. The two of you sway together, in the rain.

…

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Write Me, Will You?

Theseus Scamander x reader

…

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

…

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

…

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

But Theseus misses you already.

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

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

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

“What other thing?”

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

…

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

“Theseus?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just then the ferryman yells for last call for boarding.

“Theseus I have to go.”

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

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

“I’m in love with you.”

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

“Theseus-“

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

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

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

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

“I know.” he replies.

Neither of you move away from each other.

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

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

“I won’t, promise.”

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Competition

Theseus Scamander x reader

Enemies(rivals) to lovers

The head of the Swedish Ministry has sent you, their Head Auror, to track down a dark wizard. The British Ministry happens to have sent an Auror of their own. A very annoying, distractingly handsome one who keeps getting in your way.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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“Kalai is not getting away this time,” you mutter to yourself, bored to tears waiting around at one of his usual haunts.

This was the second watery beer you had choked down, trying to look like any other patron of the seedy bar you were in.

Why couldn’t Kalai hang out in upscale restaurants or gardens or something? You’re aware you’re pouting but don’t care enough to stop. It had been hours and nothing had come of your stakeout. Just awful beer and an itchy disguise that smelled too much like sewer water.

The front door opens suddenly, almost slamming into the wall.

In walks Theseus Scamander, Head Auror of the British Ministry of Magic blah blah blah. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. He was not one for subtlety it seems.

Everyone in the bar was watching him now. He was too well known to go walking around in this part of town doing…whatever he was doing unnoticed.

Already you can see wizards in the bar slowly reaching to pull out their wands.

Well, this was a day wasted. You sigh to yourself.

For a moment everything is absolutely silent, then multiple people jump into action.

There are curses being shot everywhere, bouncing off of mirrors and random surfaces in the bar. One whizzes by so close that it singes your hair.

You should send Theseus a bill.

You slide off of your stool to sit cross legged on the ground, tilting your wand and easily stunning patron after patron, all of them falling like dominoes. You’re lucky they’re all drunk, none of them even seem to see you from your position.

Well, not quite lucky enough. You’re forced to stand to stun someone reaching over the bar to grab you.

You stun someone drawing back to cast a hex at Theseus, spinning on your heel to stun a man approaching you with a knife. Rude.

You turn again, coming face to face with the end of a wand.

Theseus.

His expression is one of anger. Well, that makes two of you.

“You just ruined days of work for me, Mr. Scamander.” An exaggeration? Only a little, if you counted the hours you spent researching the places Kalai often resides.

This seems to throw him for a second, his wand lowering minutely. It’s enough for you to reposition your own wand, now aimed directly at his solar plexus should he try anything stupid like stunning you.

“Do we know each other?” He asks, his voice more accusatory than anything.

You huff, pulling off your disguise. “Indeed. You’re Head Auror for the British Ministry, yes? I’m Head Auror of the Swedish Ministry. I’m here tracking a dark wizard and I would appreciate if you would lower your wand.”

“And which dark wizard would that be?” he asks, not lowering his wand even a little.

You want to roll your eyes. Professionalism be damned.

“Vincent Kalai.”

His eyes narrow further. “What does the Swedish Ministry of Magic want with Vincent Kalai?”

“Why is that important for you to know? Look, my credentials are in my pocket, you can verify who I am just please would you lower your want out of my face? You’re being awfully rude.”

He does lower his wand at that. “Vincent Kalai falls under our jurisdiction, there’s no reason for you to be here.”

“He murdered an entire wizard family in Sweden, he falls under our jurisdiction just fine.” Maybe you should hex him, just so he’ll stop saying stupid things. “And I hope you’re happy,” you huff. “Regardless, there’s no way Kalai will be coming back here any time soon. Thanks for ruining my stakeout.”

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Author’s Note: I’m hoping to keep this to 3 parts! I will update the links at the top as I add parts to this fic.

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In Bed

Theseus Scamander x reader

18+ minors dni!

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Some spicy thoughts… Theseus having a high stress job, being head auror, in charge of so many people, letting you take control is such a relief to him and he’s finally able to relax.

…

When you have a hand around his throat and apply just the smallest amount of pressure, the way his eyes roll back and let’s out a high pitched whine.

He likes when you strip him to the waist and cover him in bites that’ll leave marks for days after, shivers when you breathe against the hollow of his throat.

He won’t move until you give him permission but gods does he want to. Especially when you pull off his belt with your teeth, pinning his hips down and taking him into your mouth all in one go.

He makes the prettiest noises but sometimes gets shy because of how loud he gets. He needs encouragement from you, that he sounds gorgeous, how beautiful his moans are when you use just the right amount of teeth.

Sometimes you tie his hands together to the bed frame and tease him until he’s begging for you. And how can you resist?

Giving over control to you feels so natural to Theseus in the bedroom. You make him feel so good and cared for.

He loves the gentle cuddles after just as much. He curls into you, mumbling softly about how good you made him feel, quietly asking for you to play with his hair if you aren’t already.

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Est-ce que tú m’aimes?

Theseus Scamander x reader

…

Theseus is shyer than he seems to be, at least when it comes to love.

After losing Leta… well… it’s been hard. He hasn’t been looking for love, he hasn’t wanted to love someone new. That pain was still so fresh, even after years.

But somehow, without his notice, you’ve made a home inside his heart.

Your smile, your voice, they pull him from that darkness he thought he would live forever in.

And you’re so beautiful, it’s like he’s really looking at you for the first time. How had you managed it? To take ahold of his thoughts, his mind, so completely?

…

You don’t believe Newt when he says his brother is in love with you. It doesn’t stop the traitorous flutter your heart does though, at the hope that it could be true.

But it can’t be true, can it?

Newt seems so confident.

“I know my brother, and I know how he is around people he’s interested in.”

“Well perhaps this time you’re mistaken. I don’t think he even notices me.” You realize your voice has shifted into a whine an cut yourself off.

“Wait- do you fancy my brother?” Newt’s eyebrows shift up so high they disappear. His voice is perfect shock.

“No!” You exclaim immediately, your face flushing pink in embarrassment.

Newt is grinning now. “Oh I think you do! Oh this is wonderful you should tell him!”

“Newttttt” you complain. “Even if I did fancy him-“

Newt’s face lights up again.

“Which I don’t! Stop looking at me like that.” You point accusingly at Newt. “Anyways, even if I did fancy him, why would he ever go for someone like me. He’s all handsome and a big shot at the ministry and I’m just… me.” Your voice has reached a mumble by the end.

“Well I think ‘just you’ is pretty great.” Newt says earnestly. It makes you smile a bit.

“Thanks Newt.”

But then you hear a voice from behind the two of you. “I also think ‘just you’ is pretty great, if you were wondering.”

You freeze, feeling ice cold dread roll down your spine. You know that voice. Already you’re kicking yourself. Of course you would say some dumb vulnerable confession with Theseus in ear shot. Of course.

You turn around slowly, feeling like you’re headed to execution. “Heey there Theseus. How long have you uh, been standing there?”

“I’m just gonna um, go be somewhere else.” Newt says before quite literally running out of the room.

You wonder suddenly if Newt had planned this. Sneaky.

“Listen, Theseus. I’m sorry if what I said made you uncomfortable, you were never supposed to hear any of that. I know we’re just friends and I’m completely fine with that! We can just pretend like the last ten minutes never happened and-“

Theseus has moved closer at some point during your outburst, taking your hands in his own.

“What if I don’t want to forget?”

“What?”

“What if I don’t want to forget what you confessed, your feelings for me. What if I feel the same for you?”

Now you’re both blushing.

“Theseus Scamander are you in love with me?” Your voice is edging between incredulous and joyous.

He’s smiling shyly. “I am.”

“I’m in love with you too.”

“Quit staring at each other like that and kiss!” You hear Queenie shout from the other room.

You both take her advice.

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You and I

George Weasley x reader

Your wand breaks in a duel against some Death Eaters, and your new one, and the pain of that night, is still hurting you. George is always there for you through it.

Content Warning: non graphic description of injuries, allusions to self harm

•••

He stands between your legs with you seated on the sink counter. You’re so tired, he almost had to carry you here.

His hands are gentle, pushing your sleeve out of the way. There are old scars there, wounds from the war and others, as well as a new jagged red line, courtesy of your wand backfiring.

George is always so gentle with you. He has a soft spot for you, this at least you know. He never lets his brother tease you, always makes sure you’re doing alright. He’s always made you feel safe.

“This shouldn’t hurt, but I’m not the best at healing spells.” he murmurs. His lips are so close to your ear, you turn towards him and your lips almost brush. It’s intoxicating.

You blush, although George doesn’t seem to notice.

“Ascell, varillei.” A warmness spreads up your arm, almost burning, before subsiding.

The injury shrinks, mending itself into just a small scar. Just another in a collection on your arm.

He kisses your wrist gently, over the newly healed scar. It’s barely a brush of his lips across your skin. Still, you felt goosebumps rise along your arms.

Are your cheeks still red?

“You have to be more careful, casting. A new wand is bound to fit strangely for awhile.” His eyebrows are furrowed, concern etched into a frown on his face. His hands are tracing gentle patterns along your arms, almost unconsciously.

You wish he would hold you, suddenly.

“I know, I know George it’s just. I can feel the magic under my skin it’s like an itch.”

You know, suddenly, that all you want is his lips on yours, the heat of his body against you, arms wrapped around you. He looks gorgeous, you want to leave marks on his throat.

You can see it in your mind now.

“George?”

He looks at you, your faces are a breath apart.

“Kiss me, please.”

Your hands find their way behind his neck.

And then his lips are on yours, gentle, tentative. Almost searching. You run your hands through his hair, pulling him closer.

Your eyes flutter shut as you feel his hand press to your back. You feel like gasping, your whole body trying to move closer. His lips move down your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses and bites.

His hand slides down, past your back, lower. And suddenly he’s picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. The pressure is delicious on your center, you gasp.

“Sorry, sorry.” He immediately pulls away. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you’re almost out of your mind with pleasure, dizzied. “Darling no, I want more-“

“Oh, pet names?” he has a grin on his face.

“Hey!”

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long. God I’ve been in love with you since year four.”

“That long?” Your voice is breathy, you can barely focus between the kisses you share. “You should have said something.”

•••

You both lay together in his bed now, limbs tangled together, giggling like children. You can’t stop running hands over each other, kissing.

“This doesn’t feel real.” George breathes.

“Well you better believe it.” you give him a peck on the nose. “It’s real.”

You lay in silence for awhile.

“Have you really been in love with me since year four?”

He gasps with fake outrage. “Hey now! No need to put me on the spot.”

•••

Fred comes in some time later. George is mostly asleep, your head rested against the crook of his shoulder.

“About time one of you made a move.”

He’s grinning, smug.

“Take care of him, or I’ll have to fight you to the death or something.”

•••

You two don’t stop holding hands, gravitating around each other. Of course it’s not much different from before, having always been best friends. But the knowing, that warmth resting in your chest. That’s new.

Mrs. Weasley coos, and Ginny is overjoyed. You’re convinced one of the two are going to start planning a wedding behind your back.

•••

George keeps a hand on your waist. You’re constantly dragging each other into dark corners, kissing and touching each other like you’re starved of it.

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