#c: theseus scamander

[freedomforthewin]

Desperate Measures

(Scamander brothers & muggle reader)

Content Warnings: Themes of suicidal temptation, narcissistic abuse, C-PTSD, attempted abduction, PTSD, and betrayal. There’s also emotional distress, and a knife is present. Ableism and biphobia are mentioned.

Note 1: Some numbers and resources are noted at the bottom of this story post.

Note 2: If you like this story, please like, reblog, and/or comment on this story. Doing that really helps writers out. Plus, this was a really difficult story to write, and I worked extra hard on it, haha.

You slowly walked over to the knife holder on the kitchen counter, as if you were in a trance, and grabbed a knife. You stared at the knife in your hand.

Everything was too much. Your entire being was consumed with so much stress and pain. And it had been that way for too long. You couldn’t do this anymore.

There was no other way out.

But—you just remembered—your friends—Newt and Theseus—they would not be okay with this. Doing this would devastate them. They had always genuinely cared about you.

And you had worked too hard to die now. It was taking a while for you to get better and work towards building the life you wanted, but you were farther along than you were before.

But, you needed a way out. You needed this pain and stress to stop. You didn’t want to be stuck with the trauma anymore. And, you wanted to finally be safe. What could you do???

You felt trapped.

Tears started to fill your eyes. Your grip on the knife tightened and shook; then it relaxed. You moved the knife to the side. You stared at it for a few seconds. Then, you put your elbows on the counter, lowered your head into your hands, curled into yourself, and started to cry.

Soon after, footsteps came towards the kitchen, but your overwhelm prevented you from hearing them. The footsteps paused upon the scene, and there was a brief silence.

“(Y/N)?” you heard a voice call softly from behind you. Newt’s voice.

Your breath hitched, but you didn’t raise your head.

No. He had caught you.

You didn’t know what to do, what to say. You didn’t have the energy for this, so you just stayed as you were.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?”

You still didn’t answer. Newt walked till he was standing to your right. He placed his hand on your shoulder, gazing at you with concern.

Then, he noticed the knife to the right side. When he realized what you were trying to do, he let out a small gasp. His green eyes turned to the knife holder in front of you.

He kept his hand on your shoulder and used his other hand to move the knife and then the knife holder farther to the right, away from you. He stared at them. Then, he looked back at you, scared.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

You tried to hold back sobs.

He was worried. He knew you had been going through a hard time, but he had never seen you like this. He thought about the knife he had just pushed away from you.

“Please show me your wrists.”

You didn’t move. You didn’t want him to see you cry, even if he was one of your closest friends. You didn’t feel comfortable crying in front of anyone. It was too late, in a way, though. You couldn’t hide the fact that you were crying, but that didn’t mean you had to show your face.

“I need to make sure you’re not injured,” Newt clarified.

You still didn’t speak. You didn’t trust your voice to sound normal.

“Okay,” he said cautiously, “I’m just going to pull your sleeves down and check.” You kept your head in your hands. Newt carefully pulled your sleeves down and tried to look for injuries, walking around you to continue checking your arms from other angles without pulling your arms away from your head. He didn’t find anything concerning.

“Alright. Your arms seem fine. Did you cut yourself somewhere else?”

You shook your head, no.

“Did you—stab yourself?”

You shook your head again. Then, you gave up on not speaking.

“Al—almost,” you said in a thick voice.

He was quiet for a few moments.

“Why—why would you do that?”

You didn’t answer at first. He waited for you.

“It’s all too much,” you finally said hoarsely.

“Alright. Can you—can you tell me more?” he asked, trying to stay calm.

Your head turned towards him, a desperate look in your eyes. He saw the tear streaks and pained expression on your face. Newt’s heart broke.

“I believe you,” he said. “I know you’ve been going through a hard time. I do. Just, just talk to me. Take your time, it’s alright. Just tell me whatever you can. In case there are things going on that I’m not aware of. I’ll—I’ll do my best to help you.”

Just then, Theseus, who had come over earlier that day to spend time with you and Newt, walked into the room while adjusting his gray suit. He stopped when he noticed the sight in front of him. “What—what’s going on?” Theseus asked, concerned. You and Newt looked at each other, unsure of what to say. You snapped your eyes shut and lowered your head while pursing your lips together. Newt worriedly placed his hand on your shoulder. He then glanced downwards before turning his head towards his brother.

“She—she almost killed herself,” Newt answered.

Theseus just stood there as the realization of what Newt said hit him.

“What?” Theseus asked, shocked.

Newt let out a breath before speaking.

“She tried to—she was going to—she almost—she almost stabbed herself.”

Theseus stood still for a few moments before making his way over to you both. His ocean blue eyes gazed at the knife that was away from you and Newt. Then, he turned back towards you and caressed your arm.

“Please talk to us,” Theseus said quietly.

“We’re here for you,” Newt added tenderly.

You were overwhelmed, making it hard for you to speak, but they waited patiently for you.

“These memories,” you started, your voice hoarse. “These thoughts. These feelings. They don’t go away for good. And they can get so…intense.”

“What are you remembering?” Theseus asked gently but worriedly.

“The abuse.”

Your friends looked at you, sadly.

“It was really bad,” you whispered.

“I believe you,” Newt reassured you.

“So do I,” Theseus agreed.

Your mouth curled into a hint of a smile, a pained but grateful look in your eyes. You tilted your head towards them in a slight nod, which they returned.

You were silent for a few moments. Then you continued, “They were ableist, too. And biphobic. Even though I was their daughter and a part of those minority groups. Didn’t matter. I was their daughter, and they didn’t care…they didn’t care.”

Both of the Scamander brothers’ faces fell at your words.

“They treated me so…” you trailed off and sighed hopelessly.

Your friends gazed downwards morosely. The three of you went silent.

Then, you asked, “Do you remember what they and the others did to me after I escaped?”

“Yes. I remember,” Theseus said solemnly as Newt nodded. You looked at Theseus, a tortured expression on your face.

“They terrorized me,” you nearly whispered. “But they did it subtly and manipulatively, under the guise of caring. If anyone read or listened to the messages, or listened to those monsters try to justify their actions, without being very familiar with how manipulation works and the different ways it can be done, they’d fall for the manipulation and not believe me.”

“I’m sorry,” Theseus said sadly. He was quiet for a few moments. “But it’s good that you don’t have contact with them now. You’re safe now.”

“For how long?” you asked hopelessly. “They haven’t stayed away for good.

“They kept trying to contact me. And they and the others who decided to get involved kept trying to get me to reveal my location, as well as trick me into letting them abduct me. And…” you trailed off as the tears fell down your face.

Theseus went up to you and engulfed you in his arms. Your arms wrapped around him tightly. He held you and rocked you side to side as you cried in his arms.

You, like Newt, weren’t typically a hugger. But, Theseus’s hugs were different: They actually felt comfortable to you. Newt watched the two of you sadly. Then, he took his wand, turned towards the knife and knife holder, and vanished them. He stared at the space the weapons had been in, breathing heavily.

He had almost lost you.

“You’re safe now,” Theseus said to you soothingly. “You’re safe now.”

Newt turned back towards his friend and older brother. Newt placed his hand on your shaking shoulder. After a few seconds, he began to rub your shoulder.

“They can’t do this to you anymore,” Newt murmured. “They’re not here. You’re away from them, and you don’t have contact with them. You’re safe now.”

They went quiet and comforted you as you cried.

“Why don’t we take her to the couch,” Newt quietly suggested after a little bit, motioning towards the yellow couch in the living room with his head.

Theseus nodded.

The three of you made your way over to the couch, Theseus keeping his arm around you the entire way there. You sat in the middle of the couch, Newt sat to your right, and Theseus sat to your left. They rubbed your arms, trying to console you. Neither of you said a word. After a bit, you finally spoke.

“Sometimes I have to remind myself where I am. That I’m not there anymore. That I’m away.”

“Yes, that’s right. You’re not there anymore,” Newt said. “They don’t know where you are. They and the others who got involved can’t try to take you back again.”

“They already tried multiple times,” you said despondently.

“I know. I know, and I’m so sorry.” Newt was silent for a few moments.

“They did that and they did so much to try to get me to reveal where I am.”

“We’re not going to let them take you or do anything to you,” Theseus stated. “And you’ll do a good job of protecting yourself, too. You already have.”

“Yeah,” Newt reassured you. “You made very smart decisions to keep yourself hidden, and you have been continuing to make smart decisions.”

“Exactly,” Theseus agreed.

You took a deep breath and nodded.

They were quiet for some time.

“I knew that me escaping and cutting them off would lead to me getting betrayed and losing people, but it’s still hard,” you muttered. “Why do I mean so little to all of them?”

Theseus placed his hand on your arm.

“Because they’re not meant to be in your life,” he replied.

“He’s right,” Newt agreed. “But—we believe you. We care.”

“Yes,” Theseus affirmed. “We do. We know you’ve suffered. We know you deserved better.”

“And we know they’re very manipulative,” Newt said. “We read and listened to the messages you showed us they sent you. Something is seriously wrong with them.”

You shook your head up and down, so thankful your friends saw your abusers for what your abusers were.

“They’re narcissistic abusers,” you said. “They won’t change no matter what they say. If they wanted to change, they would have tried a long time ago. My suffering because of them would have been enough to get them to change. But it wasn’t. They only tried to ‘change’ after I left, when they got affected. When they lost control of me, and when me escaping put their reputation at risk. None of their words and actions are genuine. They don’t care about me.”

“I’m sorry,” Newt whispered.

“We do though,” Theseus replied. “Care, I mean. We care.”

“We’re your friends,” Newt said gingerly. “We love you.”

“You’re not alone.”

You smiled at them.

“And you have a…therapist, as you muggles call them,” Theseus added. “She can help you. Is it working out with her?”

“Yes. I like her. There’s just…so much.”

Theseus nodded sympathetically.

“(Y/N),” Newt suddenly said. You looked at him.

“You were going to kill yourself, but you stopped. What got you to stop?”

You were quiet at first.

“I’ve worked too hard to give up now,” you finally said.

Newt and Theseus gave you small smiles and nodded. You gave them a small smile back.

“But, I also remembered both of you,” you replied awkwardly, motioning to Theseus and him. “This would hurt you, both. I couldn’t do that to you. Both of you genuinely care about me. You always have.”

Your friends looked at you morosely. Then, they both leaned in and laid their heads against yours. You closed your eyes. The three of you sat like that for some time in silence.

“Why don’t we take you to get some help,” Theseus suggested quietly, his head still against yours. Then, he sat up and looked at you; Newt did the same.

You looked away, a slightly anxious expression on your face.

You had never checked yourself in for a mental health emergency before. The idea of it made you feel nervous, but, you supposed, not as nervous as you thought you’d be if you had to do this without your friends’ support.

And, this really was an emergency though, wasn’t it? You had almost killed yourself.

You felt someone take your hand. You looked to see who it was.

Newt.

“You’re worth it,” he said. At those words, your eyes held their gaze towards him. “You’re worth it.”

You smiled gratefully at him. Then, you took a few deep breaths before you looked at Theseus and nodded.

“Okay,” you said, accepting the offer of help.

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all the boys i’ve loved before

i saw this on tiktok and thought it was cute omg. this is just off the top of my head but <3

A. adrien chase. andrew neiman. alfie solomons. adrian ivashkov.

B. barry allen. bruce wayne. bradley bradshaw. benny miller. benjamin barry.

C. charlie dalton. clark kent. cameron frye. carlisle cullen.

D. daniel larusso. darry curtis. draco malfoy. druig. din djarin. dean di laurentis. duke orsino.

E. eddie munson. eddie brock. eric northman.

F. finnick odair. finn hudson. frankie morales. ferris bueller. fred weasley. frank castle.

G. george weasley. garrett graham.

H. harry potter. hunter davenport.

I.

J. johnny lawrence. javier peña. jj maybank. jason dean. james potter. jack daniels. jim hopper. jake seresin. jesse swanson. johnny castle.

K. knox overstreet. kai parker.

L. luke skywalker. luke castellan.

M. marcus pike. matt murdock.

N. nick bradshaw.

O. oliver wood. obi-wan kenobi.

P. peeta mellark. phil wenneck. peter parker. peter quill. peter hayes. poor heyward. pacey witter. percy jackson.

Q.

R. ronald miller. rafe cameron. rick flag. regulus black. remus lupin. ron weasley. rodrick heffley.

S. stiles stilinski. stuart twombly. steven meeks. sirius black. scott lang. steven strange. steve rogers. seth cohen. stu macher.

T. thomas. topper thornton. theseus scamander. thomas shelby.

U.

V. vinny pazienza.

W. willard hewitt. walt finnegan.

X.

Y.

Z. zemo. zed necrodopolis.

tagging @fleurfairie @lucasnclair @forourmoons @dameronscopilot & anyone that wants to participate!!

[qvnthesia]

It’s been a bit of a rough year for you (and us), but throughout that, you’ve managed to build many OCs and outlines. What’s your thought process while you make character profiles and backgrounds? Where do you start and how much of it is intentional/planned?

(my reaction the second i finished reading the question)

While we definitely be hanging onto our lifespans, I indeed have somehow managed to create a grand total of 10 OCs (yes, I just checked the number and my eyes just went 👀).

Special spoilers for ye faithful and ever-loving readers of mine — the OCs belong from a range of fandoms, which are Marvel, Fantastic Beasts, the Hunger Games, Star Wars, X-Men, and Kingsman 😏

(coming back to the main point)

Why OCs?

I got frustrated and cringed out by the use of Y/N — and still do. Honestly, there are so many stories I've read that have impeccable structure and flow... until I have to read things like 'why-en' and 'why-slash-e-slash-see' (y/e/c) and it just distrupts the overall imagery you're building up in your head as a reader/writer and just sounds extremely stilted when it's overused.

This is THE main reason why I'm also going to be re-writing two fics of mine, replacing 'Y/N' with proper OCs, because I'm just too tired and embarassed of employing the usage of the term.

What’s your thought process while you make character profiles and backgrounds? Where do you start?

Suppose I'm writing a fic oriented around Obi-Wan Kenobi and a female OC during the Clone Wars time period. Here's how my thought process goes.

[Note that all of these points have to executed TOGETHER in order to create a satisfactory OC.]

Make your OC subtly unique. Whenever people tend to write OC fics, they always make the OC stand out to the reader, characters and the fic universe, which isn't supposed to happen. Part of creating an OC is to make them unique to the characters at the beginning of the story. That's it. A common example is that a majority of the OCs always end up having a double-bladed lightsaber with an uncommon colour. While that may look aesthetic, that just makes them stand out from a physical perspective. That's not the point - make them stand out from an internal perspective, i.e., by their thoughts and their problems. After all, your characters drive your story ahead - like when Anakin chose to kneel before Sidious, and when Luke chose to throw away his weapon because he wanted to be a Jedi just like his father before him.

Establish your OC's future relationships. They do say the company you keep ends up defining you and your choices. If I'm making my Star Wars OC a Sith, the logical thing for the OC would be in association with Sidious, Maul, Dooku, or the Separatists. If the OC is a Jedi, than a logical association would be to be childhood friends with Obi-Wan if you're going for friends to lovers, or a (former) padawan under Mace Windu and indulge in a rivals to lovers dynamic - or if you love the age-gap thang, you could have a master-padawan dynamic with the OC being a sister/friend to Anakin and Ahsoka.

Assign a set of characteristics to your OC — even the physical look. Why I'm saying this because while you're creating an OC, racial dynamics always matter. You can't run away from them, because they are a reflection of problems in reality - which are what all stories are in some manner or the other. How you create the look is a method unique to you.

Coin a name for an OC that tunes in with the vibe of your fic's universe and your character's personality. When you say 'Oh-bee-wan-key-no-bee', it's like a rhyme - there's a sense of synchronicity felt in the name when you say it. You can feel the same when you say Ahsoka Tano, and (-going off-universe-) Steve Rogers, Raven Darkhölme, Cersei Lannister, Darth Vader, Haymitch Abernathy, Natasha Romanoff, Theseus Scamander, etc. You could add middle names [Lucy Gray Baird], use alliterative names [Peter Parker] or use nicknames [Eggsy Unwin]. Names with meaning are also appreciated, but as long as they smoothly roll-off the tongue [Perseus 'Percy' Jackson] - even a ridiculous one, like Lester Papadopoulos, gets pulled off if it rolls off well.

Flesh out your OC. Strengths, weakness, potential reactions to seeing characters and being put in risky situations, everything. The more you get to know your character - and the in-universe lore - the more you can write them well.

Make it make sense - if your OC's as committed as a Jedi than Obi-Wan, maybe even more, why? What's their reason? What drives their spirit? If your OC's destined to be the most powerful Sith in existence and be a threat to Sidious' potential, how and why? What were the circumstances? The backstory? Don't go ahead and make your OC a messiah out of nowhere with no logical explanation. It's not just the backstory, but also the character's internal drive of morals, limitations and decision-making that make up the character's strengths and flaws.

P.S. Plotting is 10000% recommended, but as I said, the method/process is always unique to you.

'How you create the look is a method unique to you' - what methods do you use?

There are certain actresses/actors that always end up coming in my mind when I'm in the middle of creating an OC. Thing is, I'm comfortable with using present actresses/actors because I know the boundary between the character and the actor. I only use them for the look and the action scenes, nothing more. I also use ChatGPT (input a prompt and adjust it to my needs) to seek suggestions since I'm picturing real-life people as the physical manifestation of my OC.

If you're not comfortable with my methods, that's okay! You can use any illustrations or random face-claims you find, it's YOUR character and YOUR story 💖🎀

And finally...

...how much of it is intentional/planned?

It always begins as planned, but then I plot the story and eventually it becomes 50% planned and 50% intentional/instinctual.

Thank you for your ask <33 Have a lovely day/night ahead!

[letthewhumpbegin]

Who / what fandoms I write for

Here's a list of the fandoms and the characters within said fandom I write about.

The characters listed will be the whumpees in the imagines I write. The caretaker does not specifically have to be on this list, but can be anyone from the same fandom (if you have a preference, please specify with your request).

Want to send in your request? I am currently only taking requests from my prompts list, which you can find here and you can also send in your request through there.

A

A-Team (movie): Face, Murdock

Aladdin (live action movie): Aladdin

American Assassin: Mitch Rapp

Avengers / Marvel: Ant-Man/Scott Lang, Captain America/Steve Rogers, Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange, Hawkeye/Clint Barton, Loki, Thor

B

The Batman (2022): Bruce Wayne

The Blacklist: Donald Ressler

Bullet Train: Tangerine

C

Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid

CSI: Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes

CSI NY: Danny Messer, Don Flack, Adam Ross

D

Dune: Paul Atreides

F

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander

G

Game of Thrones: Jon Snow, Robb Stark

Guardians of the Galaxy: Peter Quill

H

Hannibal (tv series): Will Graham

The Hobbit: Fili, Kili, Thorin, Thranduil

I

Inception: Arthur

J

James Bond (Daniel Craig era): James Bond, Q

Jurassic World: Owen Grady

Justified: Raylan Givens, Tim Gutterson

K

Kingsman: Eggsy Unwin

L

The Last of Us: Joel Miller

Lie to Me: Cal Lightman, Eli Loker

Lord of the Rings: Aragorn, Faramir, Legolas

M

MacGyver: Angus MacGyver

Maze Runner: Newt, Thomas

N

Now You See Me: Daniel Atlas

O

Olympus Has Fallen / London Has Fallen: Mike Banning

Our Flag Means Death: Ed Teach/Blackbeard

P

Pride + Prejudice + Zombies: Mr. Darcy

Prodigal Son: Malcolm Bright

The Purge (movies): Leo Barnes

S

Shadow & Bone / Six of Crow: Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Wylan van Eck

Sherlock (BBC): Sherlock Holmes

Star Trek (2009): Jim Kirk, Spock

Spiderman (Tom Holland era): Peter Parker

Star Wars: Poe Dameron

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

T

Top Gun Maverick: Rooster/Bradley Bradshaw, Hangman/Jake Seresin

U

Uncharted (movie): Nathan Drake

W

Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes

Wonka: Willy Wonka

X

X-Men: Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy

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———ㄴ 📄 wizarding world

GOLDEN ERA (1991-present)

BOYS

- draco malfoy

- theodore nott

- harry potter

- mattheo riddle (oc)

- dean thomas

- fred weasley

- george weasley

- ron weasley

- oliver wood

- blaise zabini

GIRLS

- hermione granger

- ginny weasley

OTHER

- sirius black (31+)

- remus lupin (31+)

- severus snape (31+)

- nymphadora tonks (19+)

- bill weasley (21+)

- charlie weasley (19+)

MYSTERY ERA (1984-1991)

BOYS

- ben copper

- chester davies

- andré egwu

- rowan khanna (male)

- jae kim

- barnaby lee

- murphy mcnully

- felix rosier

- bill weasley

- charlie weasley

- talbott winger

GIRLS

- badeea ali

- alanza alves

- penny haywood

- tulip karasu

- rowan khanna (female)

- chiara lobosca

- nymphadora tonks

- liz tuttle

MARAUDERS ERA (1971-1978)

- regulus black

- sirius black

- remus lupin

- james potter

- severus snape

LEGACY ERA

BOYS

- ominis gaunt

- leander prewett

- sebastian sallow

- garreth weasley

GIRLS

- natsai onai

- imelda reyes

OTHER

- poppy sweeting

- tom riddle (CoS)

- newt scamander

- theseus scamander

if a character you want to request for isn't present, feel free to ask anyway, i'll let you know if i'd write for them!

you can request here and check out my other works here!

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e c h o f i c s 💕

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🐍 🕊️ the ballad of songbirds & snakes 🕊️ 🐍

kindness is like snow (it beautifies everything it covers) | E | 2557 words | Coriolanus Snow x Sejanus Plinth x Original Female Characters

One night, Sejanus walks in on Snow fucking a blackout drunk girl. But instead of stopping his friend, or simply walking away, he gets closer.

just this once, E, Sejanus x Reader

Sejanus promises to pull out, then doesn't...

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

⚡️ harry potter⚡️

b(l)ack home, everything is a little different | E | 1205 words | Orion/Regulus/Sirius Black

At school, Regulus is distant with Sirius, resenting him for getting sorted into Gryffindor. At home, however, he regresses as soon as they step over the doorstep. There, Regulus is the sweet and affectionate little brother Sirius remembers.

So can Sirius really be blamed if he regresses back with his brother?

And can Orion really be faulted for loving his sons?

Sleep tight, baby boy | E | 3127 words | Orion/Sirius Black

After being disowned, Sirius becomes an escort to earn money, and his newest client is someone familiar…

maybe it‘s the way you say my name, M | 3277 words | 5/? chapters | Fred/George Weasley

Fred‘s feelings for his brother are changing, and he doesn’t know how much longer he‘ll be able to keep the secret.

Don‘t Make Me Say It | E | 423 words | Newt/Theseus Scamander

Newt and Theseus sneak away during the train scene for some one on one time.

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Chapter 11 of With It’s Head Under One Wing is up today

In which (a) Tina hates the public-facing aspects of her job; (b) she’s gotten real good at dealing with men in a male-dominated world and profession; (c) she’s not willing to shut up about injustice or underhanded insults; and (d) she still worries a lot. About everything. And also about Newt. (Much to Queenie’s concern and never-ending amusement.) (Also, she may just be becoming long-distance friends with Theseus Scamander; and she *definitely* has some attachment issues.)

Excerpt

It was far far easier to choose frustration.

Tina often stopped by Kowalski Quality Baked Goods after work, to check in with Queenie and Jacob. They ate dinner together, more often than not. (At least, they did when Tina’s brain wasn’t focused on ‘disturbing work things,’ because—on those days—Tina had found her patience for the way Queenie occasionally pulled disgusted faces while picking at her potatoes embarrassingly low. What she saw at work was no worse than what Queenie had seen at Nurmengard, but that was not a thought she particularly liked to have around her sister. It was uncharitable to them both.)

Today, though, they were locked up by six, so Tina slipped inside with a silent alohomora.

“Teeeeeeen!” Queenie immediately squealed at the sound of the tingling bell, and Jacob gave her a genuine, if tired, smile (getting up at 3AM to start the ovens at four did not always sit well with him).

Tina accepted—and reciprocated—the warm hug from her sister but then immediately scowled when Queenie held her at arms’ length with a pitying expression—

“Still not here, huh?”

Tina shook her head. She tried to ignore the flare of frustration she couldn’t quite understand, promptly failed, and—consequently—ground out, “Can we talk about something besides me and Newt? I am right here. I have a career and a life and—”

Queenie gave her a look that was half-frown, half-smile, and very much all idealistic—if somewhat still traumatized—younger sister.

“Yeah, yeah, your impressive but creepy job, Teen. But that’s not the thing you’re most worried about right now, and I wouldn’t be a sister if I didn’t focus on– Well.”

She paused, and they looked at each other for a very long second that felt very much like it was about more than this singular moment in Jacob’s bakery.

“Still,” Queenie finally concluded, voice taking on that soft tone it did when her legilimens-driven empathy was close to spilling out. “I’m sure Newt has his reasons.”

Tina threw up her hands in exasperation just as Jacob jumped in, not having watched the sisters’ interaction close enough to notice the potential warning signs of continuing down a Newt-related path.

“Yeah, you know how he is —” Jacob started, and he tossed a soiled rag into a bin at the far end of the counter and reached down for another, still not looking up. “Probably got caught up in – I dunno, saving a dragon or – or crawling round a cave for nifflers or somethin’ – and just forgot to write.”

“There aren’t dragons where he is but thanks, Jacob.”

She eased herself onto one of the stools running the sides of the bakery and crossed her legs at the knee as she prepared to ask them both about their days, but Queenie, apparently, had other plans.

“Now, don’t forget to switch out of auror mode when he gets here, Teenie.”

Tina’s head snapped up and she frowned.

“Morrigan’s ass, Queenie - What part of ‘talk about something else’ don’t you understand; and, also, what do you even mean ?”

“Well, you know,” she answered, with that sing-songy quality that meant Tina just knew she was about to say something so bluntly honest it was bound to be insulting... “When you’ve had a tough week and you get here, to the shop… Well…It’s just that—some days - maybe like today—you’re still real tight and direct. Real commanding, right? Like you’re still in the office with the guys. And you know how Newt is when he hasn’t been around—well—humans in a while. Real jumpy, ya know? Tongue-tied. And he’s been off - where? Greece or somethin’?”

Tina rolled her eyes and tried to keep an even tone as she responded— “Thank you for educating me on the care and keeping of Newton Scamander, Queenie, but I really think I can handle it...”

“I’m just sayin’, honey,” she hummed quietly, her voice rising in something like a trill at the end. “This boss auror vibe?” And she waved a hand at her cross-armed stance. “Now don’t get me wrong, it’s impressive. But don’t you go spookin’ ‘im, Teen.”

Tina looked over at Jacob for input, but he immediately held up flour-dusted hands as if to say: This is a sister thing - Newt’s my pal - This ain’t my problem in precisely that order.

“Wise choice, sweetheart,” Queenie said with a quiet laugh, finally flipping the door sign to closed and then crossing to Jacob to loop arms about him from behind.

Tina sighed.

“Yeah, yeah,” she conceded. “I hear you, Queenie. All right.”

She frowned and fixed her sister with a look, though, before suggesting a gentle counter-argument:

“But it would serve him right being late with no letter and no word at all. Bucked the tracking spells, too.”

“Tracking spells?” Jacob muttered incredulously, though he immediately returned to uselessly wringing a rag within the confines of Queenie’s hug at Tina’s cutting glare—

[incorrect-grindeldore]

Newt: Look, sir, you're obviously upset about Grindelwald. So me and Theseus came to help you out.

Albus: I'm not upset.

Theseus: We found you in the park throwing rocks at old couples.

Albus, sobbing: WHY SHOULD THEY BE HAPPY?

[covenunited]

“we’re alone now, you could kiss me.” - Theseus to tancred?

A grin spread over the blond’s lips as he looked over at the Auror. “True. I could. But we might not be alone for much longer,” was his bittersweet response. They were standing in Fancy’s kitchen, having just watched the coven matriarch leave to go deal with a thing at Niyah’s school. She’d left them with a warning not to leave the house before she got back, as she still had questions for Theseus about his intentions. Tancred was honestly just relieved that she hadn’t immediately thrown both of them out.

After a quiet moment of pondering the day’s stress, however, his eyes wandered back over to the handsome Theseus, taking in all of the man’s beauty before lingering on his lips. “Then again,” he mused lightly, finally striding over to lay a gentle hand on his soulmate’s chest. “Why not make the most of every-” he punctuated the word with a light kiss. “Fleeting-” another kiss. “Moment?” Yet another kiss, but this one was a bit more sensual, lasting much longer. His other hand found the side of Theseus’s face and caressed it preciously as his lips continued their tender embrace of the other’s.

[grimalkinmessor]

(NEED AN AO3 ACCOUNT TO VIEW) New York has always been a sort of central for trouble. When a villain that calls himself the Dark Lord rises to power, he calls for the progression of society to be put to a halt. To combat him, an omegan vigilante named the Black Badger steps up to the plate, causing an uproar. New York now turned into a battleground, both by supers and non, over sticking to the old ways and moving on to bigger things, Newt Scamander finds himself in a bit of a predicament.

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Yes, hello, it’s me, with some random Grindelnewt shit because I have nEEDS OKAY. Superhero/ ABO AU where Newt is the badass omega vigilante and Grindelwald is the supervillain alpha who wants to stay in his old alpha ways because fuck the future. Now with 100% more Theseus and a dash of gramander! Okay, well, maybe not yet, but it’ll come in soon!

[angryzilla]

For the lovely @coffeesugarcream who requested some h/c Thesival ♥ feel better soon, dear!

“I know you can’t feel it, but I promise I’m holding your hand.” Theseus holds onto him like his life depends on it, his fingers bright with magic and glowing in the quiet of the night, ashamed to feel tears building in his eyes. Magic to heal, he thinks. To heal and to cherish and to love; my guiding light will not be extinguished. ”They found you with a fucking cigarette in your bloody hand. Literally, all fucking bloody. It was your last wish, wasn’t it? You wished for death and a cigarette. You bastard.”

He falls asleep to the gentle hum of the Muggle machine monitoring Percival’s pulse, and their hands never once stop from clasping the other’s through the most critical hours of the night, in which the moon gifts the sun one of their infinite dances so the hours pass.

Nine o’clock rings when Percival wakes up, Theseus’ name a breath upon his lips.

Outside, the sun is shining so brightly it burns the pavement, falling rays like embers in the air.

[its-vannah]

Just This Once - Theseus Scamander x Reader

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

Warnings: Very (very) mild violence

Word Count: 1,947

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yours hadn't even been filled.

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

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

Theseus nodded, "Just this once."

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

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

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

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

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

He met your eyes, his eyes glossy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sliding off the desk, you came to stand behind him, pressing a kiss to his temple and gently massaging his shoulders, "I know that you've always struggled with your feelings towards your brother, but please don't let this hold you back from reaching out to him. I'm sure there's something he's not telling us."

"That's the thing!" Theseus exclaimed, "He always leaves out the important details. Always gets himself into trouble. I wouldn't be surprised if he chose to get expelled. He never exactly thrived in school, not unless you count his performance in his classes, like-"

"Care of magical creatures, I know." You gave him a reassuring smile, "If he's already taken his O.W.L.S., then he should be perfectly fine. He's what, seventeen now?

"And all on his own." He groaned, "He's free from Hogwarts, he can go wherever he likes now. Which means chasing after dangerous creatures. I'm thrilled."

You laughed, "And here I thought you, too, chased after beasts?"

"Oh, I did. I adore them. But I never went to the extent Newt did. We once had a few Kneazles and Crups growing up. Nothing too exotic. Nothing like what Newt's going after."

You spun his chair around to face you, your hand still lingering on his shoulders, "Look at me, Theseus."

He met your eyes, not lifting his head. He looked like a kicked crup.

"You have to promise me that you'll reach out to him, alright? Not just your mother, or the school, but Newt. You may be eight years his senior, but you're still his brother. He needs you, Theseus. More than you know."

Theseus grumbled, "I always told him not to go chasing after Hippogriffs and Runespoors, but he never listened to me."

"Theseus." You warned, "You're a good man. You're kind, patient, loyal. Everything that makes you a Hufflepuff. I know, at the end of the day, that you'll do the right thing by Newt."

You leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, but he swivled to catch your lips. It was brief, but you couldn't help melting into his embrace.

Finally, you pulled away, starting towards the door.

"Remember our promise, love." You said over your shoulder.

Just like that, you were gone.

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"Flipendo!" Theseus exclaimed, aiming his wand at a figure cloaked in black.

But the cloaked figure deflected the spell, aiming his wand at the auror's, "Flagrante!"

Theseus' wand began to burn his hand, getting hotter by the second. He screamed in agony as it dropped to the ground, his hand now raw and red, a large burn mark slashing across his hand.

The moment his wand reached the floor, the cloaked figure raised his wand, "It's the end of the line for you, Mr. Scamander."

Theseus began to back away, not daring to reach for his wand in fear that, in his weakest moment, the cloaked figure would attack, "You need to come with me, to speak to the ministry. If you come now, you will be tried by the minister. If you kill me, you'll be sent to Azkaban."

The figure mearly scoffed, "That's no way to die."

"Expuls-" He began, but was cut off by the sound of a woman behind him, shouting, "Pretrificus Totalis!"

His body froze, his arms and legs immobilized by the spell that bound him.

Theseus looked behind the figure, his eyes meeting yours and at least a half dozen aurors by your side in a prepared formation.

He grabbed his wand, holding it tightly in his hand and you heaved the figure up from the ground, "You're under arrest for the murder of a Hungarian Horntail, an endangered species legally protected by the department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Surrender your wands and prepare to be taken in for questioning and trial."

Two of the aurors that had been standing beside you grabbed the figure by the arms, turning to you "We'll take 'em in for questioning and meet you back at the ministry. I've got a feeling this is going to be a long night."

As soon as they disapparated, Theseus made a beeline for you.

You expected him to warn you of the dangers that went along with going headfirst into a fight, but he didn't.

"I thought this was a job for my department."

"It is, or at least, it was. But thankfully for you, my department is able to intervene as soon as the welfare of a magical creature is involved."

Theseus nodded, "You saved my life, Y/N."

You smiled, "And I'd do it again. I love you, Theseus."

Pressing a kiss to her temple, he rest his forehead against hers, "I love you, too, darling."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in, "So what do you say we go for a cup of tea? Just this once?"

"I really should get back to work, you know. But I'll make an exception, just this once."

You took his hand in yours, making your way down the cobblestone streets. A smile spread on your faces. It was more than just this once, it was forever.

[trashland-llamas]

Soft-Spoken

Theseus Scamander + Reader who has a hard time with compliments

Gn reader

'You have a pretty smile'

The two were sitting on their respective sides of the bed, y/n cuddling with the big hugger that is Theseus Scamander. Y/n’s head resting on his collarbone while he’s reading a book gifted from his brother, Newt. Looking down at them, having felt their y/e/c eyes staring at him. A knowing smirk on his lips. ‘You’re staring.’ The usual cue. Y/n, no matter how long they knew Theseus could never confidently say what was on their mind. Especially compliments. Reaching out, clasping his face. ‘You have a pretty smile.’ Pausing his reading to kiss their forehead, ‘Oh do I?’ Nodding, y/n grabbed his hand, squeezing it three times. Their unspoken ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

'You feel safe'

Theseus had been away for a while, time spent eagerly on cases. Y/n had spent the time on creative endeavors; catching up on their beloved podcasts, writing little scraps here and there. Anything to keep their mind busy so they didn't feel the ache that came with missing their auror. 'Y/n, I'm ho-' Theseus cut off by y/n running to the door, pulling him into a hug. 'And people say I'm a hugger.'

'Sorry, but you feel safe.' mumbling under their breath, hoping he wouldn't hear it. 'What was that?' titling their head up, letting them initiate eye contact. 'Nothing.'

'No, no, no. I want to hear what you have to say treacle.'

'I said you feel safe.' Theseus tightening his hug at Y/n's admittance.

'I trust you.' (Hogwarts times)

Y/n hated using brooms as a mode of transportation. They hated it less than floo powder but they had agreed to lessons with Theseus on the quidditch pitch after classes ended. 'Thought you'd never show.' Getting a raspberry in response. Theseus laughing, holding his hands in mock surrender. 'Let's go over the basics, just to make sure you have that part down.' Theseus correcting how y/n sat on the broom, noting that they'd fall off if he let them fly away like that.

After going around the field a few times, Theseus had them get behind him on his broom. 'The view will be worth it, I promise.' Seeing the nervous expression on y/n's face. Placing their hands around Theseus' waist, 'I trust you.' The words giving way to a warm feeling in his heart—fondness. 'You sure about that?' Not giving y/n the chance to answer, speeding off.

'THESEUS!'

‘That new hair cut suits you very well.’

Y/n had been debating on whether to get their hair styled, possibly even cut short. Queenie had convinced them, easing their anxieties. Reassuring them that it’s just hair and that it'll grow back if they didn’t like it. Queenie being a legilimens was able to pick up that the underlying cause of their anxiety was of what Theseus would think. ‘Oh honey, he’ll love it and if he doesn’t, then he’ll have to deal with me.’

As planned, they ended up getting a bob. ‘How was your day with Queenie?’ looking up from the cookbook he was trying to decipher measurements from. ‘You-you cut your hair.’ Y/n looking anywhere but Theseus’ face, not wanting to see any glimpse of unhappiness. Walking towards y/n, Theseus made sure not to make y/n feel as if they were trapped in a corner. Tucking a piece of hair behind their ear, ‘It suits you.’

‘Thanks! Now do you need help?’ 

‘Please’

‘You don’t smell like boogers’ (Childhood)

You and Theseus had been best friends since childhood. The two always challenging the other to races across the muggle playground. Whether it was on the monkey bars or down the slide. But for a few weeks around the beginning of spring, Theseus worried. His friend, y/n hadn’t shown at the playground for some time, sick in bed at home. 

To the point that when y/n recovered, Theseus ran to y/n, stealing them away from their parents with a quick ‘hello’ followed by a ‘goodbye.’ Hardly the bare minimum for a greeting. ‘What’s the rush Thé?’

‘Haven’t seen you in weeks y/n/n. Just glad you don’t smell like boogers.’ Y/n lightly shoving him before running to the monkey bars. 

[timmytimwriter]

Once Upon A Time...

A/N: Hi! I know I haven’t uploaded anything in a long while, BUT I’ve kept myself busy with writing. I know I had requests I haven’t uploaded yet, and that’s because I’m working on it. Recently, I started watching the Fantastic Beast film series and fell head over heels in love with Theseus Scamander. So, here’s a little mini-series.

As usual, all my Y/N’s are black. Period. If you want a white Y/N, refer to the other gazillion fanfics that fail to be inclusive to black women :) with that out the way, enjoy!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None, just heartbreak :(

Once upon a time, it was Y/N Y/L/N and Theseus Scamander against the world. Having spent nearly their entire life together, nearly everyone expected them to end up together. Hell, even they expected to end up together. And, they almost did. Y/N loved him more than she loved life itself. Theseus did not.

Once upon a time, Y/N was prepared to spend the rest of her life with Theseus. But their fairytale romance didn’t end in a happily ever after.

The small gang had run out of places to hide. Wherever they want, Grindelwald’s supporters seemed to find – and try to kill – them. They had exhausted every hiding spot in the entire continent of Europe, it seemed.

“We can’t just keep running.” Tina fumed after nearly escaping yet another attack. They trudged through the alleys of London. Try as they might, it was hard to stay inconspicuous with such a large group. If it were just Newt, Tina, and Jacob running it’d be easier – but, their ranks had been joined by Yusuf Kama, Nagini, and Theseus Scamander.

“We have to leave Europe. We can’t keep hiding out like animals.” Yusuf said.

“We could always go back to New York?” Jacob halfheartedly suggested. After losing Queenie, everything Jacob did was halfhearted. It was as if Queenie took his very essence with her when she left.

“No, New York would be too obvious. They know who we are, so they must know where we live.” Tina interjected, just as halfheartedly. She had lost her sister to an evil she couldn’t find. All she could do was run; run away from her sister.

Newt noticed her sadness and took her hand in his, offering her a small smile. Theseus watched his little brother and Tina hold hands, which only reminded him of what he had lost: Leta Lestrange.

Theseus’ bitter thoughts were interrupted by his brother. “New York may be too obvious but going to America isn’t such a bad idea…” Newt’s voice trailed off and he tentatively glanced at his older brother, who was lost in his own world.

“Theseus…” Newt softly said. He let go of Tina’s petite hand and walked over to his brother, putting a soft hand on his broad shoulders.

“What?” Theseus saw everyone now looking at him, and he wondered if he missed something important when he was lost in his own head. “Did I miss something?”

Newt took a deep breath. He knew this wasn’t going to end well. “I know a place we can hideout. In America. But you’re not going to like it…”

The day was September 18th, 1927.

The crisp autumn brisk bristled past Y/N as she swiftly walked through a nearly empty park. It was nearly 8AM and, though nearly everyone else in Washington DC was asleep, Y/N Y/L/N had made a point of waking up at 5 in the morning for the sole purpose of getting fresh baked goods from Maryland.

See, her favorite bakery was nearly an hour-long drive from her home and the goods always ran out fast. It had taken her weeks to devise a working and precise plan, but she had finally done it. Now, it was just this eerie park that separated where she parked her car and her apartment that delayed her breakfast.

“If the bread gets cold… after all my hard work… so help me Merlin…” she huffed, hastening her paste. Finally, she found herself in front of her apartment – a stout yet charming brown shoe-box shaped building that was snuggled between what seemed like a billion other buildings that fit the same description. Lucky for her, Y/N lived on the ground floor and only had to climb the front steps and insert her key.

“Home sweet home.” She thought to herself, setting the bag of baked goods on a nearby table. She shrugged off her light coat, lamenting if the food was worth not sleeping in. Lord knows when she may get another opportunity; with the rise of Grindelwald, her work at the ministry had nearly quadrupled.

But it kept her busy. It distracted her from everything ailing her life; how war was imminent, worrying for her family’s safety, worrying for her own safety, worrying for…him.

As much as it pained her, she kept close tabs on him. Whenever a European Auror turned up dead because of Grindelwald or one of his followers, she prayed it wasn’t him. Y/N had never been a religious person; she believed in magic, but that was it. To this day, it still puzzled her how the man who had completely crushed her heart made her believe in the unbelievable.

She shook her head. “Stop thinking about him.” She muttered to herself, taking a deep breath. “Lord knows he’s not thinking about you. Lord knows he was never thinking about you…” She tossed her coat onto the couch, making a mental note to put it away later.

For now, she needed the only thing that would drive him out of her mind: food. Through her heartbreak and depression, there was only one constant in her mind. The one thing that drove her out of bed nearly every day. The one thing that didn’t attempt to get her to “talk about it” or “put herself out there.” The one thing that she loved more than…

“Theseus!”

Lo and behold, standing right there in her petite kitchen was Theseus Scamander. The man who had obliviated her heart.

She nearly fell back in shock, never expecting to see his face again. After all these years… he still looked the same. His eyes were still dark with slight speckles on gold. His auburn hair still had those unruly curls that he hated and often unsuccessfully tried to gel back, but Y/N always loved. Most of her favorite memories with him included him cuddling up to her while she played with his hair.

She narrowed her eyes and peered closer at him, taking in everything that had changed. Yes, he had certainly aged, but he looked thoroughly exhausted. He had bags under his eyes, and small vanishing wounds riddled his body. He looked tired. Defeated. She had never seen that look in him.

He looked like she did when he left her. Heartbroken.

“So sorry to intrude like this, Y/N” his brother, Newt, interjected. Y/N only then realized that there were other people present.

“What the hell is going on?”

Newt provided a quick summarization of what the group had gone through the past couple of days: the fight during Grindelwald’s assembly, Queenie’s betrayal, Credence switching sides, and Leta’s death. At that last comment, Y/N’s eyes instinctively darted to Theseus, who kept his trained on the ground. As a matter of what, he was trying desperately hard to avoid eye contact.

“We wouldn’t be here if we weren’t desperate, Y/N.” Newt said. The Scamander’s and Y/N had a long and complicated history, and Newt hated having to impose this on his old friend. He didn’t like the idea of involving her in an already volatile situation.

Y/N, on the other hand, wouldn’t hear a word otherwise. “Of course, you’re all welcome to stay. I wish you’d come earlier and save yourselves the trouble of running around London seeking refuge.”

Newt gratefully nodded, taking Tina’s hand in his. “Don’t worry, I still remember my way around your flat.” At that, he and his... girlfriend(?) apparated away – probably to another room to get some privacy.

Now Y/N was left alone with a group of people she didn’t know. Well, she knew Theseus – once upon a time – but not as well as she thought she did, obviously.

“Alright, then. Are any of you hurt? Hungry? I’ve got baked goods from the best place in the country.” Y/N pushed further into the kitchen, clutching her bag of baked goods with her. Brushing past Theseus, she caught a sniff of the most comforting and familiar smell she knew. In fact, it was the exact same smell of her Amortentia potion. “I’ve got about a dozen bagels and some doughnuts. Oh, and cookies too. You might be wondering why I have so much food, after all, I’m just one person. And that’s a very funny question…” Y/N blabbered away. As if talking would fill the awkward space.

Because if she fell silent, she’d have to become more aware of her surroundings. That would mean looking at Theseus. Maybe even talking to him. And it would, ultimately, lead to her reliving every wonderfully painful memory she ever shared with him.

“Y/N…? Now, where have I heard that name before?” Jacob asked.

“Maybe from Newt? We went to Hogwarts together for about three years, after all.”

“Only three? Isn’t wizarding school for seven years, or something like that?”

“Yes, but I started school at Uagadou. It’s the wizarding school in Africa – I’m from Senegal, by the way, don’t let the English accent fool you- but then I transferred to Hogwarts in my fourth year…” Y/N trailed off, not fully wanting to finish the story as it didn’t paint her in the best light.

“…After she transfigured into a panther and attacked a kid for teasing her brothers.” Theseus finished. Y/N’s head snapped up, sending her Y/H/C locks flying in disarray, and stared at him. He was still tentatively looking at the ground, but his face held a knowing smile. “And then just a year after starting at Hogwarts, she did the exact same thing to another student.” He slowly raised his head. With his eyes partially hidden behind his disheveled auburn curls, it seemed as if he was staring into her naked soul.

“Magnolia Harper,” Y/N recalled, “She bloody deserved it too.”

“And what exactly did the poor girl do to warrant an animal attack?” Nagini whispered, her head cocked to the side in curiosity.

Y/N could feel the temperature in her cheeks rising by the second. At that times like this, she was glad her melanin complexion made it difficult for anyone tell she was blushing. The entire story was bloody embarrassing, especially given the situation everything was in right now. She chewed on the bottom of her lip, trying to piece together exactly how to phrase her answer.

Luckily, Theseus came to the rescue. “There was a rumor that she was planning on asking me to the Yule Ball and Y/N got insanely jealous. Pounced on her during Dumbledore’s practice dueling sessions and nearly clawed her entire face off.”

“Oh, so you two were an item. How sweet, young love.” Nagini mulled, smiling at the two. Yusuf stood beside her, solemnly nodding his head.

The pair looked down, the nostalgic smiles slipping from their faces. All the dissipating anger Y/N harbored suddenly came bubbling to the surface, remembering Theseus’ betrayal like a fresh wound. Theseus, on the other hand, felt the guilt and grief wash over him like a Tsunami.

“Not exactly. It turns out I was worried about the wrong girl…”

[auror-lovie]

I Loved You, Mr. Scamander; Chapter 3

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Chapter 3!

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Newt comes to terms with his feelings. Years go by, Theseus and (Y/N) part ways. Leta enters the picture and Paris seems to be calling them.

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Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald spoilers!

Another Hamilton reference~! (It’s small, but you’ll catch it)

LETA REDEMPTION (Because all we really need is to talk things out like adults.)

I had to make up some wizard version of “distance bracelets”

In this house, we stan healthy mutual breakups. None of that over-dramatized stuff. (Although those types of breakups are usually the norm)

It’s a little sad.

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“Just know that before Theseus… It was always you.”

(Y/N)’s last words echoed in his head for quite a while. What did she mean it was always him?

“It’s not like I liked her or anything.” He mumbled to the Bowtruckle resting on his shoulder.

Pickett chirped as if to say “Yes you do!”

Newt scoffed. “It’s not like I like the way her eyes light up like stars when she’s excited! O-Or the way she plays with the ends of her sleeve when she’s nervous! Or how I know she likes milk and honey in her tea…” He sighed and leaned against the wall of the shed.

“I don’t like her… I don’t wonder what it’d be like to wrap my arms around her when I finally kiss her. I don’t wonder what it’d be like to hold her hand and walk the town. And I don’t wonder what life would be like for us if I told her that I…” Newt ran his hand through his hair. “No… I don’t like her…”

He looked at Pickett, “I love her…”

The Bowtruckle nodded

“But she’s with Theseus now… And if he makes her happy… Then I’m happy for both of them.”

It took a while for Newt to come to terms with his feelings. A year to be exact. He had his research and creatures to keep him busy. Though it didn't help when his mind would wander to thoughts of (Y/N).

He had to face his feelings like a grown-up. Newt finally wrote her a letter, apologizing for his behavior on that day. To his surprise, she wrote back.

My Dearest, Newton

It’s been so long, but there was never a day where I’d hope and wait for one of your letters. I would've waited for as long as it took- forever even. Now, I would’ve written to you first, but that would’ve rushed things on your end and I didn’t want that. I wanted to give you time. Merlin knows how stubborn you can be.

Once again, I do apologize for not telling you that I was dating your brother. Like most important news, we wanted to tell you in person. I hope you can find it somewhere in your heart to forgive me.

How are you, Newton? Are you eating well? Taking care of yourself? (Your creatures are not the only ones that need care). If not, I’ll go and take care of you myself, like the old days- AFTER I scold you. Also, this may be a bit soon, but Theseus and I are still willing to meet up for tea. Let me know when you’re available.

With Love,

(Y/N)

Of course, he’d forgiven her. He’d done so the moment she left him alone in the hallway. And scold him? Who was she, Victoria?

Newt let out a soft chuckle as he set down her letter in a box. This box contained every memento he had of (Y/N)- from photos, to letters, to news clippings. “I’ll always forgive you…”

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Theseus was a bit skeptical when (Y/N) decided to visit Newton a Saturday. Not that he didn’t trust her or Newt. It was out of the blue. For a year they hadn’t been in correspondence, but now they were acting as if they were never apart?

~*~*~

Newt and (Y/N) spent most of the day in his case. The hours ticked by as he introduced her to all the creatures he’d written about in his letters.

“Mummy’s here…” He cooed as he showed her the occamys.

(Y/N) giggled, “You’re their mummy?” “Of course I am. Being a single parent is hard!” He huffed. (Y/N) thought for a moment, then an idea popped into her head. “Then as your best friend, I get daddy rights.” She claimed. “Y-You can’t do that!” “Too late, Mr. Scamander. It’s decided.” “Says who?” “Says Pickett!” She replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Newt frantically looked around his coat. He patted it, trying to find his beloved Bowtruckle. “Pickett?” Her smirk turned into a soft smile. “Come on out, Pickett. Or your mum will get a heart attack.” She whispered to the creature hiding in her coat pocket. Pickett crawled out of her pocket and rested on (Y/N) shoulder. He chirped, making Newt look up. Newt let out a sigh of relief, “Pickett, don’t scare me like that…” He looked at (Y/N), “Consider yourself lucky, he never leaves my side... Commitment issues.” (Y/N) looked at Pickett in awe as he crawled onto her hand, holding onto her pointer finger. “Don’t worry. I won’t leave you…”

~*~*~

That day, Theseus had a meeting with Travers and Victoria. Before the meeting, he asked Victoria if this was normal and she explained that this is how they were. They could spend years apart but put them in the same room and they’d act as if they never were. By letter or being there in person, their friendship was set in stone.

After the meeting, Theseus had gone to Newt’s flat to pick (Y/N) up. Knowing both of them, he knew they’d spend the whole day with his creatures. He knocked on the door and waited. When no one came, he slowly turned the doorknob, not surprised to find it unlocked. He shut the door behind him and walked into the living room. “Newt? (Y/N)?” He called out. Silence. Muffled laughs could be heard from the basement. Theseus smiled. It felt good to know that his girlfriend and his brother were getting along. He made his way to the door of the basement. He opened the door and quietly made his way down the stairs. “Brother!” He cheered, but his brother seemed distracted. Newt was staring at something in the distance. Well, whatever he was looking at, it wasn’t in fear or wonder. It was something else. “Why didn’t you answer the door? I could’ve been a serial killer.” Theseus said as he continued down the stairs. “I was wondering if…” Reaching the bottom of the steps, he paused. Newt was leaning forward on the desk, resting his chin on his palm. Theseus knew that look. He hadn’t seen it on his brother before, but he had seen this look on himself. It was love. ‘What could he be looking at-’ He thought as he looked in the same direction as Newt. And there he saw it. (Y/N) was holding a bucket of food over the mooncalves crowding around her. “O-Okay everyone, listen to daddy!” The mooncalves looked at the bucket she was holding. She smiled and tipped the bucket, pouring the food in the spaces that weren’t occupied by a mooncalf. The herd turned their attention from (Y/N) to the food. Though one was still nudging her side. (Y/N) looked at the lone mooncalf and giggled, “Harold, I don’t have any more food. Go on!”

“Harold” stared at her for a moment before running back to the area with food. (Y/N) looked at the mooncalves before paying attention to the Niffler hanging on her shoulder. “And you, Niffler! You can’t go around stealing daddy’s wrist watch!”

Theseus could help but stare at the scene with the same look as Newt. His shoulders became more relaxed- putting aside what happened during the meeting. He shook his head, breaking from his trance and finally made his way over to Newt. He patted Newt’s shoulder, startling the younger Scamander brother.

Newt flinched before looking to whoever brought him back to reality. His face changed from annoyance to relief when he saw his brother standing there, “Theseus! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I was calling out to you for the past ten minutes!”

“Guess I was a little distracted….” Newt said nervously.

“Thes!” (Y/N) called out, causing the brothers to look at her. “C-Can we get one?” She asked, walking towards them while cradling Niffler.

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Soon, things went back to normal. Newt and (Y/N) were exchanging letters like never before. The universe seemed to be giving them a time of peace. Then again… there’s always an unsettling calm before the storm.

~*~*~

(Y/N) and Victoria walked into the Ministry's Headquarters one morning, chatting about new tactics to try out. Victoria recognized an old friend standing in front of the building directory booth.

“Leta…” She muttered. “Where?” (Y/N) asked, looking around the entrance hall. “Oh.” “I… I’m going to talk to her,” Victoria hesitated. How does one talk to someone they cut off and haven’t seen in years?

(Y/N) placed a hand on Victoria’s shoulder. “Hey… If you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to force yourself into a situation if it’s going to cause you anxiety.”

Victoria stared at Leta for a moment before looking at (Y/N), giving a nervous smile. She stuck her hand out, her palm facing toward the ceiling. (Y/N) smiled and held her hand, interlocking their fingers. No words, but the message was clear: “I’m right here.”

The pair walked up to Leta, hand in hand, who was standing near a bench. Victoria took a deep breath and exhaled before tapping Leta’s shoulder. “L-Leta?” She stuttered. (Y/N) noticed this small sign and lightly squeezed Victoria’s hand. Leta turned around. “Yes?- Victoria?” Her gaze shifted to see (Y/N). “(Y/N)? What are you two doing here?” “We work here!” (Y/N) trying to make light of the situation. “I guess I’ll be seeing you two more. I started working here recently…” Leta trailed off. A moment of awkward silence passed and (Y/N) nudged Victoria’s arm. Victoria, finally finding the courage to say something, looked at Leta again. “Hey, I know we ended things on a bad note in our sixth year. And… I want to apologize for not being there for you. Newt wasn’t just our friend, he was yours too.” “Victoria, you don’t have to apologize-” Leta started. “I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to or see right now, but all I ask is for your forgiveness. Maybe the three of us could meet up for tea?” Victoria said, her hand now shaking as she held (Y/N)’s. “Three?” Leta asked. Victoria motioned to (Y/N) and gave a shy smile. Leta hesitated for a moment. She could deny the request. She could make a scene. She could- but she wouldn’t. They were adults. Being petty and making a scene was childish behavior and she was above that. They all were. “Of course. You two are as inseparable as you were in school.” Leta said with a smile.

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Years went by and Grindelwald’s members were getting stronger and smarter. They were using tactics (Y/N) and Victoria never heard of. Their mission assignments were rarely with each other. Even more so, they were far away from the other. Worried about each other’s well-being, (Y/N) had gotten them friendship bracelets. Each bracelet had a charm- Victoria’s charm was a crescent moon and (Y/N)’s charm was a star. Victoria had put spells and enchantments on the charms. It was to signal when the other was near and only activated when they were on missions. Despite the troubling times, (Y/N), Leta and Victoria repaired their friendship. They had tea, shopping days and sleepovers to make up for the lost time during their school years. As for Theseus and (Y/N)... There was trouble in paradise. They rarely spent time with each other outside of work. All they ever talked about was work: what their next move was, who was going on what assignments. They tried to make time for each other… They did... Warm hugs and passionate kisses turned into “Don’t go” hugs and “Goodbye” kisses. The mental stress and constant fatigue were straining both of them. It wasn’t toxic to the point where they were spitting out abuse, but the emotional neglect is what got to them. They loved each other, but the timing wasn’t right. Their break up was inevitable. With the war going on, they both decided it was best for them to stop seeing each other. If (Y/N) prided herself in anything besides her work ethics, it’d be her ability to keep her professional and personal life separate. Sure, Theseus and her broke up, but that didn’t stop her from working with him. She didn’t run away. (Y/N) continued to work by his side, always hoping for the best and a safe return.

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With Grindelwald in the custody of the Magical Congress of the United States of America or MACUSA, things had finally settled down. It was Valentine’s Day and Victoria had decided to take (Y/N) out for dinner- a girl’s night out. “Newt ran into this muggle, or no-maj as they call them in America, and they had a suitcase mishap. Next thing you know, his creatures were out and about in New York! Not only that, but he also aided in the capture of Grindelwald.” (Y/N) praised. “Now you sound like his mum.” Victoria joked, sipping on her wine. “Mrs. Scamander? Oh, she’s such a dear. I love her!” “You had two chances to be her daughter-in-law, but I guess the universe had other plans.” Victoria shrugged playfully. “Vi! That’s uncalled for!” (Y/N) huffed. “I’m just stating facts, love,” Victoria said, her gaze following a couple being ushered to a table. Theseus and Leta- “Wanna just get take out?” She said abruptly. “I’m fine just sitting here, Vi…” Victoria eyed the couple as they sat down, “I-It’s no trouble. We can just get our food and eat it at home…” With furrowed brows, (Y/N) turned in her seat to see what Victoria was looking at. “What are you looking at-” “(Y/N), don’t” Too late. “Oh…” (Y/N) turned back and looked at Victoria. “I… I think I’ll take that offer on take out…” Victoria flagged down a waiter and asked if they could take their meal to go. (Y/N) sighed, swishing the water in her glass. “I never thought I’d need to do this again…” Victoria tilted her head to the side, “What do you need, dear?” “I… I need a week.” “Say no more, I’ll tell Theseus you need a week off.” Her week to get over Theseus was a bit different than her week to get over Newt. Mind you, she still punched a wall and wrote letters that she immediately destroyed, but she was an adult now. Meaning she could drink.

~*~*~

“Alright, stand all together! Mr. Scamander- Ah, not you. The younger one! Yes, you! Newt! Smile!” The photographer for the Daily Prophet ordered as the camera flashed. After the book release, they all met up at the Ritz for dinner. “Congratulations, Newt! I’m so proud of you!” (Y/N) cheered. “Thanks (Y/N). I couldn’t do it without you. You’ve been my motivator since forever.” Newt admitted shyly. “Ouch. I'm so offended…” Victoria said dramatically. Newt chuckled nervously. “Of course you all played a part in writing my book. Although, I did appreciate not getting a howler for my birthday.” He gave Victoria a look. “That one time was the most aggressive birthday greeting I’ve ever received.” “Take a joke, Newton!” Victoria grinned. “Since we’re here to celebrate, Theseus and I have something to say,” Leta announced to the table. “Leta and I…” Theseus started, holding Leta’s hands in his. “We…” “Theseus, if you don’t say something, I will toss this roll at you.” Victoria teased, roll already in hand. Leta rolled her eyes playfully before giving her full attention to the group. “Theseus and I are engaged!” This caused (Y/N) and Newt to choke on their water. Theseus and Leta were… engaged…? Victoria set the roll down on her plate and looked at (Y/N) and Newt. The couple took their reactions as a good sign. Theseus smiled and looked at Newt. “Newt… I’d like to ask if you’d be my best man.” “W-Well… Alright…” Newt mumbled. As for (Y/N) she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Years of being with Theseus and the topic of marriage rarely came up. But… Leta and Theseus were only together for a short while… ‘Why was it always Leta?’ She thought. Her breathing became shallow. There was this ache in her chest- she needed air, but her heart felt like it was racing a mile a minute. She felt like she was phasing out of reality. The surrounding noise became deafening. She felt dizzy and her palms started to sweat. All she felt like doing was getting out of there. Victoria noticed this. “Hey! (Y/N) and I have to run to the restroom. I seem to have stained my shirt and I need (Y/N) to help me wash it off.” Before anyone could say anything, Victoria held out her hand, her palm facing the ceiling. (Y/N) nodded and held her hand. The pair of them stood and rushed to the restroom. Little did they know, Newt noticed the signs as well. And all he could do was sit there. After all, Victoria knew how to calm her down. She always did.

~*~*~

Once in the restroom, Victoria locked the door. (Y/N) had flung herself into her friend’s arms and started to sob. “I don’t understand… Why Leta? I don’t hate her, but it’s always her…” (Y/N) cried and she hugged Victoria. Victoria sighed and rubbed (Y/N)’s back. “I don’t know either… She was always attractive and charming. Her hair was shiny and flowed nicely. Her personality was different from the stereotypical Slytherin.” (Y/N) sniffed and looked up at her friend in confusion. “With talk like that, it sounds like you fancy her.” She shrugged, “I did once, but that was a long time ago. When she hurt Newt… No, when she hurt you, that’s when I stopped. I couldn’t love someone who would ever think about hurting you or Newt.” “What about McLaggen-” “We don’t talk about the twat. He was an entitled prick that tried to shag me on the first date.” Victoria gagged. (Y/N) giggled. “I don’t even know why I’m crying. Theseus and I are friends. Leta and I are friends… So why does it hurt to see them already engaged?” Victoria held her by the shoulders. “(Y/N), my love, your feelings are valid. Even if you moved on it’s okay to relapse or reminisce once in a while. What you don’t do is spiral back into a corner of isolation. I understand that it happens, and those feelings are valid as well. I want you to know that I’m here for you. And so is Newt. We’ll be right here for you like we always have.” “Victoria…” She trailed off. “Ah-ah. Don’t go falling for me. Or I’ll show those Scamander brothers what they’re missing for not treating you the way you deserve to be treated.” Victoria teased, giving a wink. It always made her heart flutter when (Y/N) said her full first name. “Tempting, but what I was going to say was thank you. Thank you for being my best friend.” (Y/N) said before walking over to the sink to wash her face. “Don’t let Newt hear that. He’ll throw a fit and be all pouty.” Turning off the faucet, she flicked some water towards Victoria. “Hey watch it! Dry cleaning isn’t cheap!” Victoria exclaimed, trying to block the droplets of water. Giggling, she grabbed some towels and dabbed her face dry. (Y/N) sighed in content. “Okay, I’m ready to face them.”

~*~*~

“Victoria! (Y/N)! You’re back!” Leta cheered. (Y/N) smiled, “Y-Yeah. It was quite the stain.” “Hope you three didn’t miss us too much~” Victoria teased as they sat down in their seats. “Now that you’re here… (Y/N), I’d like you to be my maid of honor!” (Y/N) blushed. “M-Me? Oh, I don’t know…” If she were to accept, that meant she’d be close to Newt for pictures and seating arrangements. “Please? It would mean a lot to me.” Leta begged, her lips forming into a pout.

She glanced at Victoria before looking at Leta, “Only if Victoria will be one of your bridesmaids.” “I was already planning on it.”

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According to the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Newt’s efforts in New York didn’t sit well with them. He was on a temporary travel ban and was there today to try and revoke it or to at least shorten it. To his dismay, it did not go as planned. Newt walked out of the meeting in defeat. He bumped in (Y/N), who held onto his coat. “Any luck?” She whispered. Newt shook his head. “No… The only way they would lift it is if I worked as an Auror, under my brother’s direction.” “Ah, I see.” She trailed off. (Y/N) looked around before saying anything. “I’m waiting to hear from Dumbledore about our next rendezvous.” “Newt!” Theseus called out, finally catching up to his brother. Newt turned to face Theseus, while (Y/N) let go of Newt’s arm. “You think I like the idea of Grimmson any more than you do?” Theseus spoke testily. Being out of breath didn’t help his temper caused by Newt’s actions. “Listen, I don’t want to hear how the ends justify the means, Theseus.” “I think you’re gonna have to pull your head out of the sand!” Exasperated, Newt replied, “Okay, right, here we go. What a selfish… irresponsible...” “You know, the time is coming when everyone’s going to have to pick a side. Even you.” “I don’t do sides.” “Newt.” (Y/N) said firmly. Theseus looked past his brother to see (Y/N) standing there awkwardly. She’d never seen them argue like this before. Newt took the small distraction and turned to go, but Theseus grabbed his arm to hold him back. “C’mere,” Theseus said as he pulled him into a hug. Newt didn’t reciprocate but didn’t push Theseus away either. “They’re watching you,” Theseus whispered in Newt’s ear. (Y/N) cleared her throat causing Theseus to pull away. Theseus looked at her, “(Y/N), I-” She held up her hand, signaling him to stop. “All the paperwork is complete. And I’ll make sure Newt gets home safely and doesn’t do anything to increase his travel ban sentence.” Theseus raised a brow in confusion, “There’s no need for you to-” “Theseus, Travers needs to meet with you immediately,” Victoria announced from behind. “I guess I’ll leave it to you. See you, (Y/N),” He said before leaving the three of them in the hallway. Victoria made her way to (Y/N) and Newt, making sure no one else was around to hear. “I can’t go with you this time, but keep me updated. Dumbledore is waiting for you.”

~*~*~

After the day’s events had passed, all Newt wanted was to return home and be in the comfort of his creatures. (Y/N) had tagged along, but he didn’t mind. She was the creatures’ father figure after all. The pair walked swiftly up the front step but paused outside the front door. The lights in Newt’s sitting room were flashing on and off. Newt opened the front door cautiously as they entered the house. They spotted a baby Niffler swinging from the brass cord of a table lamp, which caused the light to flicker on and off. The baby Niffler succeeded in stealing the brass cord before spotting Newt. It scampered away, knocking all manner of objects to the floor. (Y/N) had spotted a second baby Niffler sitting on a set of weighing scales, pinned down by gold-colored weights it was attempting to steal. Newt and (Y/N) looked at each other and nodded. They had a plan. The first baby made its way to the dining table. It caused a saucepan to drop on top of it, as it continued moving across the table. Newt tossed an apple into the opposite weighing scale, sending the baby Niffler flying into the air. She caught both baby Nifflers as they fell, then tucked them into her pockets. Satisfied, they headed toward the door to his basement but turned at the last moment to see a third escaped baby Niffler climbing onto a bottle of champagne on the counter. Inevitably, the champagne bottle popped and the baby Niffler zoomed toward them on top of the cork, soaring past them and down the stairs to the basement. “Bunty! Bunty, darling, the baby Nifflers are loose again!” (Y/N) called out. Bunty, Newt’s assistant, hurried into view. She was a plain girl who was crazy about creatures and hopelessly in love with Newt. She peeled off the Nifflers, from (Y/N)’s hands, with freshly bandaged fingers. She tempted the last baby Niffler- the champagne cork rider- with a gold necklace, then tucked all three into a nest full of sparkling objects. “Well done,” Newt said, smiling at (Y/N). She returned the smile. “I’m so sorry, Newt, they must have picked the lock while I was cleaning out the Augureys-” Bunty apologized. “Not to worry, dear. It was an accident.” (Y/N) reassured. The three walked together among the enclosures. “Hmm . . . I’ve fed nearly everyone, Pinky’s had his nose drops, and-” “-And Elsie?” (Y/N) asked. “Elsie’s droppings are nearly normal again,” Bunty said, matter-a-factly. “Wonderful. You can clock off now-” Newt looked at her fingers. “I told you to leave the Kelpie to me and (Y/N).” “That wound needs more ointment!” She argued.

“I don’t want you losing fingers over it.” Newt marched toward a patch of black water. Bunty trotted in his wake, following him like a school girl following her crush. “Seriously, you go home now, Bunty. You must be exhausted.” “You know the Kelpie’s easier with two.” She pleaded, really wanting to help. (Y/N) rolled her eyes. ‘Not to be mean, Bunty, but please leave…’ They approached the water and Newt unhooked a bridle hanging beside the pond. “Perhaps you should take off your shirt?” Bunty suggested, hopeful. Newt, oblivious to her intentions, replied, “Don’t worry, I’ll dry off quickly enough.” He smiled and jumped into the water. (Y/N) cleared her throat. “Come on, Bunty. Off you pop. Newt and I can take care of Kelpie.” She said with a forced smile on her face. Bunty, flustered, nodded quickly. “Y-Yes ma’am.” She stuttered before clocking off and exiting the basement. (Y/N) sighed as she waited for Newt to emerge. Newt burst back out of the water and Kelpie was bridled. Now docile, it shook its mane. “Someone needed to let off some steam. Ointment, love?” (Y/N) handed it over. Still mounted, Newt applied ointment to a wound on Kelpie's neck. When he dismounted Kelpie, he settled down next to (Y/N) to catch his breath. “Someone had fun.” She teased. Newt laughed, “You try holding your breath whilst holding onto Kelpie!” “I would’ve used the Bubble-Head Charm.”

He flicked water at her face, “I-I get it. I’m bad at Charms.” “Luckily for you, I received an outstanding in Charms~!” She claimed. “Y-You see, I would have thought of that, but Bunty… You know…” “Distracted you?”

“Exactly. Although… I wouldn’t mind being distracted by someone else…” He said, muttering the last part.

She heard that- “And who would you make this exception for?” (Y/N) asked, brushing his hair off to the side.

The tension was high. She knew it was a messed up thing for her to start falling in love with Newt all over again. She couldn’t help it. Love was selfish and so was she. She had loved Theseus with her whole heart. Only for the flames to be extinguished by the troubles of fighting a war that was bound to happen. Now that Theseus and Leta were planning to get married, she fell back to Newt.

He wasn’t taking the news well either. It seemed like he had no closure. Love was selfish and so was he. He realized that he was only infatuated with Leta. With (Y/N)... He knew he loved her. So much that there would always be a small part of his heart that held his love for her so close. And no one would replace that.

‘You…’ He thought.

•✦.✧.🔎.✧.✦•

Travers had called (Y/N) into his office. He leaned forward, his hands folded together. “I have a solo assignment for you.” “What mission could result in me going solo in a time like this?” She asked, feeling a bit uneasy. (Y/N) rubbed the star charm on her bracelet in a clockwise motion- signaling Victoria that she was being sent on a mission. “Since you and Newton Scamander are pretty close, I want you to keep a close eye on him. With his loyalty towards Albus Dumbledore, we can believe that Newt would go to him for a way to sneak under the radar to travel internationally.” Travers informed. “But sir-” “That’s an order, Miss (L/N).” He said, sternly. “Why do I need to go solo? You always encourage us to have a battle buddy. I request for Victoria Howard to accompany me on this mission.” “Request denied. She will be accompanying us to interrogate Dumbledore. Now, what is your assignment?” “To follow and keep an eye on Newton Scamander. And to report back to you if he’s seen breaking his travel ban or any other suspicious activity.” (Y/N) replied monotonously. Who knew that this assignment would lead (Y/N) to follow Newt and Jacob, his muggle friend from New York, to Paris?

[generallynerdy]

Adorable (Young!Newt Scamander X Reader)

Summary: “They’re that rubbish Ravenclaw Prefect’s fault!” you whined. “I beat him in a duel, but he got the last word and-- and gave me these!”

Requested by Anon: May I please make a request with a reader x newt Scamander where the reader is hit with a spell that gave them cat ears and a tail and Newt finds it adorable and can't stop playing with the ears and tail. (Of course you don't have to if you don't want to, thanks for everything you've done, I enjoy your works!)

Key: (Y/N) - your name, (h/c) - hair colour Warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of the hospital wing, you’re a catboy now i don’t make the rules Word Count: 601

Note: and here’s the last request I got at Christmas!! I’m doing them completely out of order lmao. I love me a good cat ears moment and i ADORE newt so ty ty ty for this request. It’s pretty short but I think it’s a good length for the prompt

     “(Y/N)? (Y/N), are you there?”

    Newt called your name in a half-whisper as he entered the Room of Requirement. It was a sort of library today, filled with comfy chairs with multi-coloured pillows and plants in every corner. The space was familiar, as it was generally what the Room of Requirement came up with when you and he used it to hide from the rest of the world. Theseus and Leta would join you both on occasion and it would shift to their needs, but it always had the same basic shell.

    “(Y/N)?”

    “Go away,” came your half-hearted mumble.

    Despite your sullen attitude, he brightened at the sound of your voice and followed it to the very back of the room. He peeked around bookcases looking for you, a small smile on his face.

    “Leta said something happened in class? Are you alright?”

    “No.”

    He frowned. “Are you hurt?”

    “No!” you protested immediately. “I’m not your idiot brother-- I’d go to the hospital wing!”

    Newt couldn’t help but snicker. You were right about that, at least. Sometimes you were the most sensible person he knew and other times you were downright loony, but you never, never hid injuries, not like Theseus, who hated the hospital wing and Madame Pomfrey.

    “Then what is it?”

    He turned a corner and spotted you, knees up to your chest in a chair. You looked over your arms at him, eyes filled with tears.

    For a moment, he couldn’t even tell what was wrong. And then he spotted them.

    “What are those?” he squeaked, gesturing to your head.

    Sitting there were two fluffy cat ears, with (h/c) fur-- the same colour as your hair. A similarly coloured, long tail curled around you, resting on your bare feet and warming them. As soon as he pointed them out, you groaned.

    “They’re that rubbish Ravenclaw Prefect’s fault!” you whined. “I beat him in a duel, but he got the last word and-- and gave me these!”

    Newt giggled and knelt in front of you. “(Y/N), I don’t see what’s so bad about these.”

    “They’re--” you stopped, dropping your arms and meeting his gaze. “What?”

    “They’re adorable,” he cooed.

    Before you could say anything, he reached out and scratched behind the leftmost ear-- your ear, you supposed, for the moment, anyway. And despite yourself, you felt yourself leaning into the touch. Then, you were--

    You pulled away, squeaking: “Did I just purr?”

    Newt burst into laughter. “You’re more cat than human right now! That’s brilliant. How long does it last?”

    “I-- I’m not sure. A few hours, maybe?” you muttered.

    A pause.

    You pulled your knees closer, letting your arms rest around them again. “You really don’t think they’re embarrassing?”

    “Well, no, you won the duel, didn’t you? I think they’re cute,” he said with a grin.

    That made you glance away for a second before you could look at him again. “Really?”

    “Really. We should find a dog and see how it reacts! D’you think Professor Dumbledore might know where to find one?”

    You laughed a little, which you knew was his goal. “You want to turn this into an experiment, don’t you?”

    He shrugged sheepishly. “Maybe a little.”

    Again, he reached out to touch the strange appendages, this time fiddling with your tail. He simply looked awed by them, curious even, you noted with fondness. Newt was so preciously odd sometimes.

    You flicked your tail. “Oh! I can move them. That’s weird.”

    “Brilliant!” he said with sparkling eyes. “Can you meow?”

    “Newt!” you cried, bursting into laughter.

    “It was just a question!”

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