#theseus scamander x male reader

[thomotomo]

If anyone wants I'm taking Theseus Scamander or Callum Turner requests :)

Male/GN readers only

[little-blackbird-atmidnight]

Disclaimer. I don’t like anything jkr stands for. I only enjoyed the movies and books (with me ignoring just about everything) I’m here for the characters only, I write for the characters as the fandom has. So, here we are. 

I will do my best to keep up a masterlist.

Rules for Requesting

Male and Gn readers only. Anything with a female reader will not be written.

I allow fluff and angst, no smut. If you have any questions about the angst, feel free to message me about it. 

Also please have a plot in mind, I’m unable to do much without one. 

Characters I write for. 

. Newt Scamander 

Rainy Nights

Theseus Scamander 

Remus Lupin

Dancing at 3am

Marauders Headcanons

Sirius Black 

Dancing at 3am

Marauders Headcanons

James Potter 

Dancing at 3am

Harry Potter 

Hermione Granger 

Ron Weasley 

George Weasley 

Fred Weasley 

Draco Malfoy 

I will add more later.

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Okay so, I’m gonna go and write my Newt fanfics. I’m in love with this man so much. 

[tenthcrowley]

Meant To Be's Blue Tulip

hi! soup here reporting again with a new writing. hope you enjoy it.

newt scamander x male!reader

words: 1.6k

summary: A mark means a bond between two people, that means they are meant to be to each other. Newt didn't excepted to find the person that night.

no tw :]

Newt wasn't happy. Or upset. Or angry. He was neutral about it. He couldn't feel any of those stuff, it was like he didn't actually care about it but he feels he does, he feels he does care about Tina and the "crush" he has on her. But, apparently, isn't like that.

Oh, sorry, context, yeah.

Basically, there's a point in your life when you get a little mark in your wrist. A mark that you share with someone and that person is your "meant to be". Newt didn't believe in all this stuff so for him it was so ridiculous this to exist. But it did, sadly. And even more sadly, his mark appeared not so much ago.

In his wrist layed a little plant draw like cartoon, it was a stem with two leafs, it's colour was a dull, dirty green. And Newt knew something was missing on it, he couldn't tell what but definitely something was missing and he also knew that he would only discover that finding his "meant to be".

That's how it works. You have the same mark in your wrist as another person in the world, just two people meant to be have that mark and if you get together that mark would be complete. And, obviously, there were people who didn't care about it and weren't up to find those persons, they just live their lifes and who knows? maybe die without completing the mark. Newt didn't consider himself a person who was up to look for his partner but he didn't care much about it either. He hasn't got the time anyways, he has to look up for his creatures and find new ones. No time for the meant to be.

Tina interrupted his thoughts again. He remember when she showed him his mark. He remember having a bit of a pain on his chest for a little while. Her's was half of a ripped open book. Obviously her meant to be had the other part, both ere curious how would it look one completed. Not only her mark was different but she got it first so there's no way they were meant to be, if they were, their marks should've appeared at the same time.

So, there he is now, looking at the mark on his wrist, trying to decide what to do. Maybe he was just gonna live his life as usual and if he casually bumps into his meant to be then it would be cool. Maybe look for that person indirectly. If that makes sense.

"Why are you thinking so much about it? It's not that difficult" He looks up to see his brother in front of him.

"When did you...?" He shakes his head, no time for asking from where and when Theseus appeared. "It is"

"No, it's not"

"I don't have time for this, Theseus. I can't go and search for a person, I have a life, my creatures, they need me" The youngest Scamander stands up and just leaves his brother's office without letting him have the last word.

He sighs. Even tho he shows he doesn't care much about his mark -which is true for the record- he stresses a lot about it. Maybe blame the society pressure or his curiosity. Newt didn't know which but he definitely needed relax. That's why a couple of days ago he bought a ticket to get back to America. He would see Jacob, Tina and Queenie! It's gonna be a little uncomfortable with Tina but since the mark he left behind his feelings for her. This silly little plant cartoon changed him somehow.

"Freaking marks" He said before walking back home.

New York fresh air one more! Nothing like the city you were kicked out because some of your beasts escaped and ruined everything! Nah, he knows he's forgiven so he's not worried.

It's been a while since he doesn't see his friends in here. Jacob has his bakery and it's working so well! Newt really wants to taste everything Jacob cooks. So they're gonna meet at Tina and Queenie's house to catch up with their lifes.

Newt is excited about this, he likes his friends very much. The only friends he has. Theseus doesn't count, he's his brother.

Finally at the front door of the house he checks no one's around so he can knock their window with a harmless spell. He sees Tina lean out and give each other a smile. A minute later he's already inside the flat.

"Newt, man!" Jacob comes up to him for a hug which the magizoologist didn't deny. He greeted Queenie and finally Tina. Again, it was a little bit uncomfortable but somehow they maneged the way to be relaxed.

Tina took his coat -even if he insisted he could've done it himself- and put it on the coat rack. Although he didn't leave his case, no shit he would, he couldn't let you-know-what happen again.

"Man, you told me you wanted to taste my masterpieces. There you go" Jacob pointed at the table and a tons of different types of bakery stuff, you know, the things Jacob makes.

They sat to drink some tea and eat a bit. They told Newt that he and Queenie finally got their mark and, ta-da! They match! Newt congratulated them, tho he wasn't ready to tell he got his now. Their mark is a baguette witch sparkles around. It had a little glow in the lines and it was so bright. Maybe that's what happens when you find that person.

"The sparks are literally shining. Why are they moving?" Newt asks a little bit confused. He never saw an animated mark.

"It only happens when a witch is in the bond. If it was only Jacob and a muggle it wouldn't be animated but as Queenie is a witch it does"

That seems... still weird, but it just happens. After a bit more of talking they hear a loud noise outside the building. They look at each other almost deciding to ignore it but it happened again, so everyone came out of the flat with their wands on hand. Except for Jacob, of course.

There was a guy outside. He looked terrified. When he saw the four of them he took a few steps back. Newt was worried, even tho he doesn't know him he couldn't help to be worried, he doesn't want to be.

"Who are you?" Tina asks.

The guy looked them with so much careful, trying to analyze everything about them. And he noticed the wands, so he took out his making them to do the same. He was shaking, his chest was moving so fast, he seemed to be out of breath, maybe he was running or escaping. Newt put his wand down and a hand up, trying to let him now that they won't hurt him, at least he won't hurt him. One step closer and the guy tightened his grip on his wand.

"Newt!" Jacob called, scared for his friend's life.

Newt didn't listen to him, he couldn't, he was so focused on the guy in front of him. Two steps more and the guy started to shake more.

"Relax, we aren't gonna hurt you. Please, put the wand down" The magizoologist took a few steps closer an put down the guy's wand himself. He seemed he wasn't able to, he was shaking so much.

Scamander felt weird. His chest felt weird, his stomach felt weird, his hands were shaking a bit and his wrist was so itchy. The only thing he knew that was happening to him was that he was so flustered looking at the jet black hair guy.

"That's not a real wand"

"You are witches"

Wow. Newt didn't see that coming. How did this muggle do to have a fake wand? Where does he come from? Maybe he's half witch half muggle? Maybe he knows a witch and they gave him this wand?

Then he felt like he had to say his name, introduce himself to this guy. Don't know why. Didn't even doubt to do it. He just went right to it.

"I'm Newt, Newt Scamander. I'm a magizoologist, I study magical creatures"

"I'm (Y/N). I'm just a normal guy without magic. I've been running away from thiefs, it's so scary. I have a fake wand because I'm not scared of witches, I admire them"

Newt felt something even stronger on his chest, like warm and his wrist was even more itchy almost hurtful. He didn't notice until now that they were making eye contact since they first looked at eachother. Newt broke it first to look down at his mark.

It was flashing. The dull dirty green came and go with a lime green. It was so weird, and something wanted to come out out of the stem but just couldn't.

He looked again at the jet hair boy and he was also looking at his mark. The same thing was happening to him and, oh, surprise! They have the same mark!

Without even saying a single word, they put their wrists together and slowly intertwined their fingers with each other's in a soft yet strong grip. They felt their marks even more itchy than before and suddenly. Nothing. Only the soft warm that his hands transmitted to the other. They separated their hands and looked at their marks. Now at the end of the stem was a blue tulip, it's petals and leaves were moving slightly and the outline shone just a little.

He has found his meant to be.

hi! sorry for the crappy ending :] if you don't like it I can change it! just let me know <3 take care of yourself n be good.

[snowyslytherinowl]

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

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

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

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

Original study link (August 6, 2023) here!

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

AO3

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

Results:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

George Weasley: 684 + 932 = 1,616 works

Ominis Gaunt: 421 + 697 = 1,118 works

Regulus Black: 223 + 878 = 1,101 works

James Potter: 375 + 506 = 881 works

Charlie Weasley: 152 + 548 = 700 works

Cedric Diggory: 232 + 422 = 654 works

Ron Weasley: 212 + 430 = 642 works

Lucius Malfoy: 202 + 384 = 586 works 

Neville Longbottom: 190 + 383 = 573 works

Theodore Nott: 95 + 426 = 521 works

Newt Scamander: 336 + 130 = 466 works

Blaise Zabini: 79+ 322 = 401 works

Oliver Wood: 123 + 198 = 321 works

Bill Weasley: 106 + 170 = 276 works

Mattheo Riddle: 59 + 108 = 167 works

Theseus Scamander: 72 + 25 = 97 works

Lorenzo Berkshire: 10 + 13 = 23 works

Potential problems: 

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

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

Tumblr

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

Results:

Draco Malfoy: 15k followers

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin: 12k followers

James Potter: 10k followers

Fred Weasley: 9.2k followers

Tom Riddle: 6.6k followers

George Weasley: 6.4k followers

Newt Scamander: 6.2k followers

Regulus Black: 5.7k followers

Theodore Nott: 5.4k followers

Mattheo Riddle: 5.1k followers

Severus Snape: 4.5k followers

Sebastian Sallow: 4.2k followers

Cedric Diggory: 3.9k followers

Ominis Gaunt: 2.7k followers

Ron Weasley: 2.6k followers

Charlie Weasley: 2.2k followers

Neville Longbottom and Oliver Wood: 1.9k followers

Theseus Scamander: 1.8k followers

Bill Weasley: 1.5k followers

Lucius Malfoy and Lorenzo Berkshire: 1.4k followers

Blaise Zabini: 1.3k followers

Potential problems: 

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

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

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

Wattpad

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

Results:

Lorenzo Berkshire: 59.3k results 

Draco Malfoy: 48.7k results

Neville Longbottom: 46.2k results

Newt Scamander: 42.9k results

Cedric Diggory: 41.5k results

Ominis Gaunt: 30.3k results

Theodore Nott: 22.2k results

Ron Weasley: 19.7k results

Remus Lupin: 17.3k results

James Potter: 14.9k results

Sirius Black: 14.3k results

Severus Snape: 13k results

Fred Weasley: 11.6k results

Tom Riddle/Voldemort: 11.1k results

George Weasley: 9.2k results

Oliver Wood: 4.8k results

Regulus Black: 3.4k results

Blaise Zabini: 3k results

Lucius Malfoy: 2.5k results

Mattheo Riddle: 1.8k results

Bill Weasley: 1.6k results

Charlie Weasley: 1.4k results

Sebastian Sallow: 400 results

Theseus Scamander: 175 results

Potential problems: 

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

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

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

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

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

Final Total Results

Draco Malfoy: ≈68,126 admirers 

Lorenzo Berkshire: ≈60,723 admirers

Newt Scamander: ≈49,566 admirers

Neville Longbottom: ≈48,673 admirers

Cedric Diggory: ≈46,054 admirers

Ominis Gaunt: ≈34,118 admirers

Remus Lupin: ≈31,700 admirers

Sirius Black: ≈29,488 admirers

Theodore Nott: ≈28,121 admirers

James Potter: ≈25,781 admirers

Ron Weasley: ≈22,942 admirers

Fred Weasley: ≈22,771 admirers

Severus Snape: ≈21,397 admirers

Tom Riddle/Voldemort: ≈19,040 admirers

George Weasley: ≈17,216 admirers

Regulus Black: ≈10,201 admirers

Sebastian Sallow: ≈6,859 admirers

Mattheo Riddle: ≈7,067 admirers

Oliver Wood: ≈7,021 admirers

Blaise Zabini: ≈4,701 admirers

Lucius Malfoy: ≈4,486 admirers

Charlie Weasley: ≈4,300 admirers

Bill Weasley: ≈3,376 admirers

Theseus Scamander: ≈2,072 admirers

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

[m6lfoy]

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⬫ i write all types of smut, mostly dark with heavy content and trigger warnings. if you encounter one of my posts please be sure to read the tw before diving into any smut, i don't take responsibility.

⬫ my requests are always open! before requesting make sure to read the guidelines below. i will try to write it as soon as possible, i'm a college student and i am a bookstagrammer so sometimes i won't be able to write so much, i am also such a mood writer/reader lol

⬫ english is not my first language, i apologize in advance for any grammar errors you might encounter when reading my work, i do not write smut in spanish.

⬫ feel free to dm me if you want to chat! i love making friends and socializing

⬫ please be kind, i will block anyone who is a hater towards me or anyone in my blog.

who do i write for: jj maybank, rafe cameron, steve harrington, eddie munson, anakin skywalker, kylo ren, draco malfoy, george & fred weasley, cedric diggory, theseus scamander, peter parker, bucky barnes, spencer reid, kaz brekker, the darkling, edward cullen, jacaerys velaryon, daemon targaryen, pedro pascal, aaron taylor johnson, charles leclerc, george russell, lando norris, carlos sainz, mason mount, mick schumacher.aaron warner + more.

*i also write for these character's actors if they are from a series/movie.

*feel free to dm me and ask if i write for your fav fandom/character, maybe i will!

when requesting...

⬫ please be as descriptive as you can, the more descriptive you are the more inspiration i get to write! i love writing while listening to music, so requests with music are very much appreciated!

⬫ male!character x fem!reader only.

⬫ i will not be writing/taking: any anal-related, somnophilia, underage sex, rape or mentions of rape, fetishes, pregnancy complications or miscarriage, step sibling/incest, death, eating disorders, mental illnesses.

⬫ i will be writing/taking: any type of smut request, any type of kink/play that i feel comfortable to write, threesomes, four-ways.

[dream-a-dreamer]

WHY IS THERE NO X MALE READER ON HERE OH MY GOD I JUST WANT TO MARRY THESEUS SCAMANDER FUCK YOU ASSHOLE

[bobacheol]

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who do i write for?

seventeen - any member or pairing, preferably one of my biases or otps (check my about me for more) 

hogwarts mystery - almost anyone in the circle of khanna or in quidditch

fantastic beasts - i mainly focus on the scamander bond or theseus + leta; i might accept others but it’s not guaranteed

what won’t i write?

male!reader - i always try and write gender neutral y/n though!

romance with merula - i’m sorry, but i genuinely can’t see a healthy relationship between her and mc

anything overly explicit - i’m more than okay to discuss or imply it in any story

character in canon relationship with someone else - i love canon couples so... (e.g., i’m not going to write jacob x newt)

illegal romances - no p*dophelia or anything like it

incest - i love the scamander brothers, but not as lovers

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[imaginemalereader]

Snowflakes - Theseus Scamander

Prompts - 13 “Just hold my hand, I won’t let you slip.”, 39 “Your hands are so cold.”, and 58 “You look adorable covered in snow.”

“Oh the weather outside is frightful”

You would be the first to agree with the carolers on that one. Theseus had insisted you two go visit Newt and as much as you loved the younger Scamander, you loved less the icy ground you had to cross to get there.

You took careful steps, gauging the slickness of the ground under your feet, cautious with every movement. Theseus seemed far less worried than you, more confident in his walking apparently.

He noticed you falling a bit behind and paused to wait for you.

“Sorry I’m so slow.” You apologized.

“It’s not a problem. But here, just hold my hand. I won’t let you slip.” 

You smiled and reached out for his hand, quickly intertwining your fingers, a movement you almost regretted.

“Your hands are so cold, where are your gloves?” You asked, feeling the chill through your own.

“I left them with Newt. Apparently his had an incident with a murtlap.”

You laughed and rubbed your fingers around his, trying to help him warm up. 

As you walked through the streets, snow began to fall once again and despite the way still being icy, you suddenly found the weather a little less frightful and a little more beautiful as the snow shone under the lights of the street.

You stuck your tongue out, catching some snowflakes. Theseus smiled. How could he not when you did something cute like that. He spent so much time around the Ministry that he was grateful he had you to remind him that there was more to life than that work and that sometimes he didn’t need to look at rules before doing something good.

You made it to the front steps of Newt’s place and held tightly to Theseus’ hand as you climbed, both of you minding your footing since you knew that if one of you slipped, both of you were going down. You glanced over at Theseus before going to knock on the door and smiled.

“What are you smiling at?”

“You look adorable covered in snow.” You said, especially loving the way the flakes stuck in his curly hair and dotted his shoulders. Theseus blushed.

“You do too. But you look adorable any time.”

“Oh stop it.” You said, now the one embarrassed.

“It’s true.” He said with a shrug. “The snow just really brings it out.”

You said nothing but squeezed his hand and he squeezed back. Maybe the weather wasn’t so frightful after all, maybe it was actually rather perfect.

[xmalereader]

Thomas shelby x Male Reader x Theseus Scamander

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Authors Note: Was feeling down for awhile and decided to watch a sad movie and couldn’t help but grow inspired and writing something sad real quick because I like bathing in peoples tears :) No spoilers from season 6 or from FBAWTFT 3!

Summary: Reader is Thomas Shelby’s son who has nothing to do with his fathers business, he keeps to himself and shys away from society. Thomas knew that his son is a closed off man until he finds hidden love letters that were being sent to his son and plans to get to the bottom of it.

Warnings: Angst, secret love affairs, Thomas trying his best, Theseus is a good man, mentions of newt, love letters, mentions of homophobia, violence, anti social reader, magic is real, secrets, mentions of death, small age gap not too big.

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Thomas knew that something bad was gonna happen in Birmingham and had no choice but to send his only son away for a few weeks. His son was never involved with the family business and kept to himself, he was innocent and not very sociable with others that not many people knew about him. Which made things easier for Thomas. He instructed his son to stay hidden in London for the next few weeks until everything was resolved, he also told him that he would come by whenever things were clear.

His son never questioned him, only doing as told and leaving his home. The young man made sure to give his goodbyes to his uncles and aunt, holding a case full of his things and a key to an apartment that was purchased by Tommy. The Shelby man trusted his son to be safe and to write to them if anything were to go wrong or if he needed anything from them. Tommy’s son can only give him a smile of reassurance, promising him that everything was going to be fine.

Except it wasn’t.

After Thomas resolved his and his families situation, it was clear to say that it was safe for his son to return back home. He expected him to be excited to be back but when he stepped out of the train the young man was silent and closed off. He gave them all a simple ‘hello’ and rushed off to the car, sitting in the back as his father drove them back to the betting shop where everyone else was waiting for his return.

His family cared a lot for his son, they treated him well and helped him whenever it was needed. He would be ecstatic to see everyone but, once they arrived at the betting shop his son didn’t smile or bat an eye at his family, instead he let them know that he was tired and would be in his room, giving everyone a tired look before storming upstairs to his room. Leaving everyone shocked and confused.

Polly was the first to ask. “What happened?” She sounded confused. Thomas could only shrug also confused by his sons actions. Did something happen in London? Was he hurt or maybe found out about? Thomas wasn’t someone who’d worry easily, sometimes he’d knew the reason why and move on. But he didn’t know the reason for his sons change of attitude.

“Let him be, Pol. He’s tried from the long ride back home.” Thomas lets her know, shaking the worry away and replacing it with something else, telling himself that Y/n was only tired and that he’d be back to normal by tomorrow. Only for that to never happen. The next day he comes downstairs for breakfast, eating in silence with his family as he listens into their gossip and laughter, not knowing that his own father was watching him closely from across the table.

Y/n’s gaze was down, focusing on finishing his breakfast and getting ready for the day. He didn’t speak to anyone like he used too, remaining in silence as he finished up and stands from the table, excusing himself and heading back upstairs where he can lock himself in his room and feel safe, safe from what? He didn’t know from what.

Y/n’s stay in London was suppose to be short and normal, he didn’t except himself to fall in love with someone who was older than him, let alone someone important to their own community. He didn’t mean to know anyone, he told himself to stay low and quiet until everything cleared up with his father but, in the end he ends up meeting two brothers from a strange side of London. Claiming to be wizards from their own little world, showing him their magic and proving what they can do.

Y/n has grown close with the youngest brother, Newt. He was a magizoologist who cared for magic beasts and learned about them while the older brother was the head Auror of the ministry, the man in charge of fighting the higher battles and getting the bad people locked away. The two got along very well and enjoyed his company, they were probably the first two people he’s ever grown close too. But again, he didn’t think he’d fall in love with the older Scamander brother, Theseus.

He was a gentleman and rather caring, also a hugger at times which irritated Newt but for Y/n he found it rather nice. Falling in love for the first time felt great but falling in love with a man was a terrible thing to do. He’s heard of many people who were into the same sex get themselves killed, people like them were hunted and sent away. Y/n couldn’t go through that and be currently couldn’t allow his father to find out either. So, he keeps quiet.

He bottles up his feelings and such sinful emotions away from the brothers and his family. He can survive the next few weeks without saying anything and once he gets back home he can go back to normal and pretend like nothing happened. But life was never perfect.

Theseus made the first move, sending him a letter and confessing his feelings to him while the other panicked in excitement and fear. He should have told Theseus to stay away or to leave him alone since he couldn’t allow such feelings to rise. But the feeling of being loved got to him, hesitating at first and writing back to Theseus. Confessing his own feelings on paper and pen before sending it back to him through Theseus’ owl, giving the amazing creature a gently stroke on the feathers before flying off.

From then on, the two continued to send each other letters. Theseus writing about his brothers adventures and his time at the ministry while Y/n wrote about his own life and mentioned his family every once an awhile. The two were from different worlds and Y/n wasn’t sure if telling him about his family name was a smart thing to do. He wouldn’t know how Theseus would react if he were to find out that his family was a dangerous one that many people feared.

He knew it was wrong for him to keep it a secret, but he can’t help but keep it hidden away. His family wasn’t his only secret. Y/n wouldn’t write to Theseus everyday until the day he was called back home, causing him to hide the letters from Theseus under the wooden floor, letting the man know that he is to return home and won’t be able to write back for awhile. He didn’t know if it was a farewell or if they were to see each other again. Y/n told himself that it was best to stay away from Theseus and his world, they just couldn’t be together.

During Y/n’s return he made sure to avoid everyone, wanting to give himself some time from the heartache he felt in his chest everyday. Every morning he’d look out the window, expecting an owl to be perched up with a letter in its beak, but no owl shows. He keeps telling himself to stay away from Theseus and that it’s for the best. He tried to keep himself distracted from the man, approaching his father and asking to help in the shop or maybe join him and his uncles at the garrison.

Thomas doesn’t question him and simply allowed him to come to the garrison with both him and his uncle Arthur and John. The four sat in their private room, the door open as his family gambled and drank with each other, two things that never caught his interest.

“Little Y/n, playing with us?” Uncle John snickered out, nudging him on the shoulder and gaining the young man’s attention. Y/n chuckled softly. “Not today uncle.” He kindly rejects, knowing that his uncle wouldn’t force him to do something he didn’t like. “Suit yourself, you could have won a lot.” John adds, focusing back on the game with Arthur as the two laughed. His father sitting across from him, smoking a cigar as he asks. “Something on your mind?”

Y/n shakes his head. “Nothing important.” He lets Tommy know. His attention goes back to his uncles playing, smiling to himself as the two argued about who was winning and who wasn’t. He was used to this environment, hearing his uncles argue over something small and unreasonable while his father stood back and watched too. They were family and would never hurt each other.

Y/n’s attention is taken away by two men sitting in a booth together in the other side of their private room. He moves a bit to the left and looks over uncle Arthur’s shoulder to watch the two men, sitting close to each other and whispering soft words, the two smiling and laughing as they held hands under the table. The heartache that should have left comes back to him, suddenly thinking about Theseus.

He begins to remember their letters and their short time together. The secret meet ups they had and the soft whispers shared between them as they spoke about their day. He still remembers the day the two kissed, causing his face to grow red. Not knowing that he was still staring at the couple in front of him. His uncle Arthur taking notice and looking over his shoulder, sneering at the couple. “Couples like them keep showing up here.” He grumbled out, coming to a stand.

“Arthur—“ Tommy tries to stop his older brother as they leave their private booth. Y/n is confused by his actions and steps out of the room to see his uncle Arthur yanking the poor men apart and throwing them out of the Garrison. “We warned you to stay away.” Arthur hissed out while John glared at them. “Keep your filthy selves away from the fucking garrison.” John spits out. “Wouldn’t want the coppers coming now do we?” He threatens the couple.

“That’s enough.” Tommy calls out to his brothers, glaring at the two, stepping forward the lecture then again about treating their customers in poor manners. Thomas was too busy scolding his brothers that the look of horror on Y/n’s face goes unnoticed. Witnessing the way his own uncles treated the couple, like disgusting people who were not welcome here. Y/n’s fear was becoming a reality and it was enough to tell him that whatever he and Theseus had was never going to happen.

Without thinking he rushed out of the Garrison, leaving his father and uncles behind as he rushed back home. He couldn’t be near them, not after what happened. He couldn’t imagine how his family would react if they found out about his affair with Theseus.

“You disgust me.”

He whimpers at the sound of his uncle Arthur’s voice, those words repeating over and over again in his head as he arrives to the betting shop, slamming the door behind him as he stood inside an empty shop. He was breathing heavily, trying to keep himself calm.

“Y/n?”

He’s startled by his Aunt Pols voice, he’s forgotten that she stays late nights counting the bets and keeping tabs on the others. “Goodness dear,” she approached him, placing a hand on his cheek as she looks at him up and down. “Your pale and sweating, did something happen at the garrison?” She questions.

Y/n swallows nervously and shakes his head. “N—nothing happened, don’t worry aunt Pol, just not feeling well.” He lies, looking down and holding himself back from breaking down. He couldn’t allow Polly to see him like this. “I’m heading to my room.” He adds, pulling away from her touch and running upstairs to his bedroom, closing the door and locking it as he slid down on the floor. All those emotions he had bottled up finally slip, allowing himself to cry and curl up against his wall.

Once he lets everything out he’s quick to get himself cleaned up, washing away the dried tears in his face and making sure that nothing was noticeable. He stood and listens, hearing silence in the betting shop as he allows himself to leave the room. His aunt Polly is no longer there and he’s grateful. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with her questions if she were to grow suspicious of him. So, he leaves the place again and walks alone in the dark.

Trying to clear his head and keep himself calm before heading back home. He knows he can’t last another day in the Shelby residence, maybe he can try to leave back to London again and stay there for awhile? Or perhaps he can go someplace else that’ll bring him peace. Stopping in his tracks he sighs to himself.

“What am I going to do?” He whispered to himself, his gaze lowering in sadness before noticing a familiar creature standing in front of him. “Teddy?” He questions the niffler who stares at him with wide eyes before running off. “Wait—teddy!” Y/n hissed out as he follows after the mischievous creature, he didn’t know why he was here or how he got here but if this niffler really was teddy then he was in a lot of trouble. The creature takes a left turn into an alleyway where Y/n run fast enough to catch the little bastard. “Gotcha!” He laughs out. Holding the niffler in his arms.

“Good job teddy.”

Y/n gasps, looking up to see Newt standing in the alleyway, his case in hand and a shy smile on his face. “Newt.” He breaths out in disbelief as the wizard chuckled, reaching out and taking Teddy from his arms. “Hello Y/n, it’s been awhile.”

“Yes, it has.” He whispers, watching Newt hold Teddy and pulling his case open and setting him inside and clicking it shut. “What are you doing in these parts?” Y/n decides to ask. “Oh, we’ll you see I heard about doxy’s being seen in this area and wish to find them, hopefully I can relocate them in a safer area.” Newt explains, his tone holding enthusiasm. Y/n smiles at him, knowing how much the man had a huge love for creatures.

“Well, hope you find them and be safe. This part of town isn’t too safe.” He reminds newt, not wanting him to get hurt while looking for a magical creatures. “I’m always careful.” Newt responds, the two knowing that was a lie. The two grow silent, y/n clearing his throat as he steps back. “I should probably get going, my family would be worried—again, good luck Newt.” He turns around to leave the alleyway.

“Theseus has been asking for you.”

He froze in spot.

“He’s been trying to meet you again but the ministry holds him back.” Newt explains, fighting with his case as he slips his hand in his pocket, opening his mouth to ask. “Why did you stop?”

Y/n keeps his back faced to him, looking anywhere but at newt. His hands gripping his coat around him before looking his shoulder. “We can’t be together, Newt. It’s not safe and—it’s best if Theseus finds someone else.” He chuckles out sadly, turning to full face him.

Newt frowns at his sad face. “Y/n,” he steps forward. “Theseus he—“ he doesn’t know how to word it. “He’s been a lot better than before, ever since we met you’d be all he talks about and be never stops.” A hint of irritation in his voice, as much as Newt cared about Y/n and Theseus he can’t help but be a little annoyed by his brothers love life. “How is he now?” Y/n asks.

Newt looks down. “Honestly, he’s been devastated.” He blurts out in honesty. “Like I said, he’s waiting to see you again.”

“I can’t newt, what we have can’t be allowed. We would be hiding from the public and from everyone else!”

“But not from the wizard of world.” Newt cuts in.

“What?”

Newt looks up. “Your muggle world doesn’t allow it but the world Theseus and I live in does.” The wizard has seen many couples of the same sex, he actually had an aunts who were a bit like Y/n and he never judged them. “In our world we don’t judge those who are different, it’s allowed. “ Y/n can only stare in disbelief. “You still have time.” Newt reminds him, clutching the case handle. “Theseus is waiting, but please let him know before hand.” Newt gives him a smile before apperating out of the alleyway, leaving Y/n alone.

He still had hope, maybe not here but with Theseus. Y/n steps backwards and out of the alleyway before bolting back home, he has to try and send a letter to Theseus, to tell him how he really feels and the fears he’s been feeling. He can find a way to make it all work he can make it work. He runs down the empty roads, panting heavily as he runs inside the betting shop. The fireplace is lit as he leans back against the door, trying to catch his breath as he looked up to see Thomas sitting near the fireplace, a cigar between his lips and a bundle of papers in his lap.

Y/n stands up straight and approached his father. “Tom—?” He looks over his fathers shoulder to see him reading the letters that both he and Theseus have been exchanging in the last month. “How did you—?”

“I found then hidden under the floorboards.” Thomas whispers out, removing the cigar from his lips as he tossed it in the fire, his focus back on the letters as he reads through them.

“I have loved you, since the moment I kept eyes on you.”

Tommy reads out loud, causing Y/n to flinch in fear. His fathers voice was calm, no signs of anger or anything else and that’s what frightened Y/n. He couldn’t read his own father and had no idea what emotions he was feeling. “Is this why you’ve been acting strange?” Tommy finally asks, holding the letters up to show him and turns to face his son.

Y/n remains quiet, giving the letters a glance before responding. “Yes.” His voice is a whisper, afraid of speaking up.

Tommy stands from his seat, shuffling through the letters. “Why?”

“You should know why.”

“No, I want to hear you say it. Tell me why.”

He didn’t want too, he couldn’t say it because he was afraid. He expects Thomas to yell and shout or maybe hit him and throw him out like his uncles did to the couple back at the garrison. But he knows he can’t hide forever. “Because I was afraid.” He bites out. “I was afraid of how you would react and I thought—maybe, my own father would allow me to be with the one and only person who took notice of me. Of the man who fell in love with me, but I was afraid because of the way my uncles reacted to that couple and I couldn’t bare to be in their shoes but I am! It’s something I can’t avoid and these feelings follow me everywhere and I can’t hide it anymore. I was afraid of stepping out of my own home and having a fear of being sent away from my family or getting tortured for who I am. I was afraid that I wouldn’t get my own fathers approval.” he was crying at this point, pouring out his feelings to his father who stood before him.

“If you want me to leave just tell me, throw me out, beat me, hate me—for fucks sake say something!”

Thomas pulls him to a hug, his arm wrapped around him and his other hand behind his sons head, buried close to his neck as he whispers. “I’m your father and you are my son and your happiness was never about following in the footsteps of all of those who came before you; it was never about being like the others. One day, you're going to see it—that happiness was always about the discovery, the hope, the listening to your heart and following it wherever it chose to go.” Tommy breaths out, holding his son close. “I’m not upset at you I’m upset at myself for not knowing about your grief and pain,” His son holds onto tighter, his nails clawing into his shirt.

For the first time in years he felt like a child again. Afraid and holding onto his father, in hopes of being protected, never did he think he would feel like that again. As the two pull away, Tommy gives his son one of his rare smiles. “You’ll go find yourself a new home and start a new.” He hears his father whisper, placing a kiss on his head and handing him the letters back. “Now go.”

Y/n’s fingers wrap around the letters, staring at them before doing as told, running up to his room to pack up his bag again, putting everything he needs inside, including the letters. He closed his case and walks back downstairs where Thomas leaned against the wall near the fireplace, the two were alone and no one else was home but then.

“Dad—“

“It’s alright,” Thomas pushed himself off the wall and smiles at Y/n. “I’ll handle things here, you go and start your own life—just make sure to bring him around and allow me to meet me.” Y/n chuckles softly with a nod. “Of course.” He gives Tommy another hug, sniffling against his shoulder before pulling away, taking his case in hand as he walks over to the door.

He stops for a second, turning back to face Tommy. “Until we meet again.”

Tommy nods back. “Until we meet again.”

[6rookie-writer0110]

Corner of hearts

Theseus Scamander x Male Reader

Request- Can I request a fluff Theseus Scamander x Male Reader where Theseus has a crush on the Reader but he’s not sure that he likes him back. He gets the courage the ask him out and finds out the reader was the having the same problem.

Theseus is at work and he is looking at you. He has strong feelings for you and he doesn't know how to tell you. You and Theseus have been friends for a while now. He gets an idea and he left quickly. He went straight to Queenie’s apartment and he is happy to see her.

”Queenie, I need a favor,” Theseus said.

”What kind of favor? And I'm always happy to help” Queenie said.

He did stutter at first but he will tell her.

”Queenie, I need you to read Y/N’s mind and find out if he likes me,” Theseus said

”You like Y/N!? You and Y/N will make an adorable couple. Yes! I will help. I want you and him to be happy together as a couple” Queenie said.

He smiled and he hugged her.

”You are the only one who knows. I have been having a hard time telling him. I really like him and I feel really nervous around him” Theseus said.

”Aww. Don't worry, I will help you. How about we invite him for lunch or something. I will ask questions or you then I can read his mind” Queenie said.

”Sounds perfect,” Theseus said.

Theseus and Queenie went to see you. He starts to feel nervous and he just smiles at you and Queenie is always smiling.

”Y/N, how about we get something to eat? I know this cute restaurant with good food” Queenie said.

”Theseus are you coming?” You asked.

”Y-yes,” Theseus said

”Let’s go now,” Queenie said.

”Okay,” You said.

At the restaurant, Queenie breaks the ice and asks questions.

”Y/N, do you like someone? I never seen you date anyone” Queenie said.

”I do like someone,” You said.

”Who? Is it someone from work?” Queenie said.

”You work with him?” Theseus asked.

I like you, Theseus. I always liked you but I just didn't know how to tell you. I really want to kiss you.

You thought what to say to him. But you are feeling too scared to tell him. You always think about how to tell him, but you never do it.

Queenie tried to read your mind but can't. You know that she can read minds, you have a crystal ring to protect from her ability. Queenie is unhappy that she can't read your mind.

”Queenie and Tina are having a party tonight. You will come?” Theseus said.

”Yes, I will come. But I will arrive late. You will come to the party with a date?” You said.

Queenie tries to read your mind again but doesn't get anything.

”Hopefully but I need to ask him,” Theseus said.

You and Theseus stare at each other. He gives you a small smile and he really wants to kiss you.

After lunch, you went to pick up your suit for the party. Theseus walked Queenie back home.

”I couldn't read his mind. I think he had a magical item that blocked me from reading his mind” Queenie said.

”What should I do now? How do I know he likes me back” Theseus said.

”Just tell him. I know he will like you back because of the way he looks at you. Just ask him to be your date, Theseus” Queenie said.

”I don't know if I can,” Theseus said.

Queenie takes out her wand and cast a courage spell on him.

”Now go tell him,” Queenie said.

”I will!” Theseus said cheerfully.

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Once coming out of your apartment you see Theseus. You smile at him and he smiles back.

”Theseus, what are you doing here?” You asked.

”I came to ask you if you want to be my date for the party?” Theseus asked.

”What?” You asked.

”Queenie cast a courage spell, that I can tell you how I feel. Y/N, I have been scared to tell you because I was scared. I always liked you for a very long time. Now I want to kiss you and let everyone know that I like you and you are my boyfriend. I hope you give me the chance, if not I understand” Theseus said.

He gently grabs your hands.

”I have been having the same problem too. I didn't say anything either because I thought you wouldn't like me the same way. I always thought about how to tell you but I could never say it. Theseus I like you a lot” You said

”Y/N, will you be my date for the party?” Theseus said.

”Yes, I will,” You said.

You or Theseus can't stop smiling.

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You and Theseus arrived at the party, but mostly talk to each other. Queenie is very happy and she can tell it went well.

”Are you two together?” Queenie asked.

You and Theseus smiled at her.

”Tomorrow night, I will cook for him. It will be our first date. Thank you for the spell” Theseus said.

Queenie hugged you and Theseus.

”Y/N, I have a question. How come I couldn't read your mind?” Queenie said.

”I got a magical ring, it will block anyone’s ability to read my mind. And some thoughts I didn't want you to know” You said.

You showed them the ring.

”Oh, it was about Theseus. I understand, Y/N. Now, let's have fun and have more drinks” Queenie said.

She dragged you and Theseus to the table, all of you start to drink and eat pastry.

You and Theseus are on the balcony drinking and fireworks start to appear. He takes his eyes off you and he takes another sip from his drink. You look at him and he stands closer to you.

He kissed you under the fire workers, his lips are soft. You can taste the liquor and he pulls you closer to him. After the kiss, you and Theseus, stare into each other eyes.

Later, you and Theseus go back inside. Enjoying the party, Queenie and the others are supportive of the relationship, they know because Queenie told them.

After the party, Theseus goes to your place to stay the night. You cuddle with him on your bed, he has his arms around you. You and he are feeling really comfortable on the bed just holding each other.

” Let's make it official,” Theseus said.

”How we will make it official?” You asked.

”A kiss. Y/N, do you want to be my boyfriend?” Theseus said.

”Yes, I will be your boyfriend,” You said.

You start to kiss him and he has his hand on your cheek.

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At work, you and Theseus keep the relationship a secret. You and he would sneak around and kiss each other. Gay relationship is not accepted by everyone. You and Theseus want to hold hands in public and kiss as straight couples would do.

You and Theseus are in the storage room. He has his arms around you and you fix his hair.

”Later, after work come over to my place for dinner,” Theseus said.

”I wouldn't say no to that,” You said.

He starts to kiss you and you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You and Theseus try not to get carried away.

After work, you went home with Theseus. You watch him start to cook dinner, then you offered to help.

”Y/N, you don't have to help,” Theseus said.

” It's sweet what you are doing. But I don't mind helping my boyfriend” You said.

He starts to blush.

”I like how you said, boyfriend. I like the sound of that” Theseus said.

”Me too. Let's start to cook, I know you are hungry” You said.

He nods and kissed your cheek.

[americancowgirl19]

My Home

Summary: You’ve loved Newt since you were both in school. He’s loved you back as well and will continue to love you even when you return from the war different.

Warnings: fluff, angst, ptsd

Reader: Male Slytherin Reader

Pairings: Newt Scamander x Male Reader

Word Count: 3,812

A/n: Enjoy

Masterlist

You had ambitions when you were growing up. You wanted to be important, you wanted to be rich. You wanted to capture the attention of every room you walked into. You didn’t want to spend the rest of your life living in the slums you had grown up in.

When you got your letter for Hogwarts you became excited. You were sorted into Slytherin, which didn’t surprise anybody who knew you.

You were as smart as you were ambitious. You knew if you were to have the life you envisioned then you had to do well in school. As your classmates tried out for Quidditch, you were studying Charms. As others went on dates, you were in the library.

You had a few friends but mainly kept to yourself. The last thing you wanted was to get attached to anybody and have them get in the way of your grand plan. But life hardly ever works out the way you want it.

Your friends had convinced you to take a day off from your studies to swim in the Black Lake. It was a beautiful day and you agreed. When your group was within rage, they hooted and hollered as they raced for the water. You smirk, rolling your eyes as they dove into the lake leaving you with the towels and shirts.

You moved closer to the water and tossed what you were carrying on the ground. Movement to your left, by the trees that were near the water, gained your attention. You saw two students sitting in the shade. You could barely make out their uniforms but noted that one was a Slytherin while the other was a Hufflepuff. An odd friendship but one that didn’t bother you like it bothered some of your other housemates. 

You found yourself observing him them for longer than you intended. The girl merely spared your friend group a glance before looking back to what she was doing. The boy, however, was staring. It took you a moment to realize his gaze was toward your direction. When you realized this, a cocky smirk came to your lips.

Your fingers grabbed the the edges of your shirt. You pulled it off, stretching your muscles dramatically. You didn’t have the best body, especially compared to some of your friends, but as long as he was looking why not give him something to look at?

When your eyes went back to him, he was looking away. It disappointed you but you shrugged it off and joined your friends in the lake. You periodically glanced towards the two under the tree. The last time you looked, they were gone.

The next time you saw the boy under the tree was about a month later in the library. You were looking for a book when you stumbled into him as you went down another row. He was sitting at one of the tables. His head was in his notes and his eyebrows were frowned.

You found yourself staring at him again. He was so focused on what he was doing he didn’t even notice. Your eyes looked over his freckles, his blonde hair and his pale skin.

Unable to help yourself, you take a seat near him. He glances at you before looking down at his book. You bite back a smirk when his eyes quickly return to you. Then it becomes evident that he’s trying not to look at you.

You’re just about to get the courage to talk to him when his Slytherin friend comes around the corner. You inwardly curse yourself for taking too long but at least you heard her say his name.

Newt.

Once you had his name, it wasn’t hard for you to find out quite a bit about him. Apparently Newt was infamously known around Hogwarts for his love of magical creatures and his close friendship with Leta Lestrange. He was a few years younger than you but it didn’t bother you. You wanted to know him.

Getting him to talk to you was almost as difficult as it was for you to get him to be comfortable around you. It took you months to get him to be relaxed in your company. Took you a little longer for him to prefer your company to Leta’s. 

You weren’t a big fan of Leta. She was selfish and wanted Newt to herself. You knew there was a part of her that cared for Newt but her ambition matched yours and not in a good way.

You hated that Newt was obviously in love with her when he should be in love with you. Newt had your attention the second you saw him by the lake. You wanted him and you were hoping to gain his favor but wasn’t expecting it to be this hard. However, anything worth having is worth working for. 

Although, there has always been a little doubt that you’d never get Newt to look at you the way he stares at Leta. It was barely a decade into the 20th century. Same sex couples weren’t exactly welcome, even in the wizarding world. You didn’t let that stop you from trying.

“These are bowtukles?” You asked, grinning a bit bashfully when Newt was giving you his adorable amused look.

“Bowtruckle,” Newt corrected you. You continue to stare at his face even when he looks away. 

“Bowtruckle,” You whisper, grinning when you see his cheeks redden. The reaction gives you hope that just maybe he’s into you.

“They erm... They eat insects and um... they’re shy,” Newt mumbles, avoiding your gaze as he explains what he knows about the creature crawling in your hand.

“No wonder they like you so much,” You tell him. “You’re one and the same,” Newt looks at you sheepishly. “You’re both shy but I don’t think you eat insects, at least I’ve never seen you eat them,”

“Heh, no,” Newt shakes his head, fiddling with his fingers. 

“But you’re both adorable,” You blurt. This time, it’s you avoiding eye contact. You clear your throat and shift a bit awkwardly. You were smart, you were ambitious, but for the love of Merlin you could hardly flirt.

But like many things, even if you weren’t good at something it didn’t stop you from doing it. You were a bad singer but you still sang if it cheered Newt up when he was feeling down. You were horrible with creatures but you tried because Newt would always light up when he got to teach you something. You weren’t the greatest at romance but you still tried to woo Newt.

In your eyes, you were hardly making progress but Newt saw things differently. He may have been infatuated with Leta before he knew you but then you were the one capturing his attention. He looked forward to being around you. He wasn’t so anxious with you. If he was, it was a good anxious.

It wouldn’t be until your last year, his 5th year, did you finally get the courage to do something about your feelings for him.

You took him to Hogsmeade. It didn’t occur to Newt that this was a date until the end of the night. The whole time he thought the two of you were just hanging out and that you were being overly flirtatious.

Then you kissed him.

He was talking as you two were walking back to Hogwarts. A nervous ramble. One you would normally listen to but there was something else on your mind. 

There was no-one around. He was being his adorable self and all you wanted to do was plant one on his lips. So, you did.

It was a quick peck. You pulled back just as quick as you moved in. It was enough, however, to gain his attention. You both stopped walking and he turned to you in a sort of daze. You gnawed on your lower lip and watched his expression carefully.

His face was completely red and he was looking everywhere else. You would have been scared he didn’t like it if it wasn’t for the smile threatening to rip his face in two.

You did a quick glance around to see if anybody was around before turning back to Newt when you were reassured the two of you were still alone. Slowly, you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck. His eyes snap back toward you. You steps closer to him.

“Tell me to stop,” You whispers, gently pressing your forehead on his. When he remains silent, you connect your lips on his once again. This time you go slowly. You smirk just a bit when his hands grab your jacket. You pull him closer, resting your other hand on his hip.

Technically, you two never became official but he was yours and you were his. Leta was the only one who knew about your relationship and you had not so kindly threatened her to keep it quiet. You weren’t about to allow her to use your relationship with Newt for her own gain. As much as you wished she would just stay away you knew you wouldn’t be able to get rid of her because Newt still cared about her.

Your happiness with Newt only lasted a few months until trouble came. 

“It wasn’t your fault! Why are you taking the blame?” You growled, following Newt to the Hufflepuff common room.

“Leta doesn’t deserve to be expelled-”

“And you do?” You ask, raising your eyebrows. “Love, you had nothing to do with the accident, don’t take the blame.”

“It’s already done, there’s no taking it back,” Newt told you. “I’ll be alright,” He promises, glancing at you. “I’ll go live with mum and learn more about creatures. Maybe get a job at the ministry in a few years,” He shrugs. The two of you come to a stop just in front of the doorway. “They’re letting me keep my wand,” He mumbles looking on the bright side. You sighed, staring down at your boyfriend.

“You know, I can leave too,” You suggested. Newt’s eyes snap to yours. “I can go with you and we can go on those adventures you told me about. Discover some creature together,” Newt shakes his head, your smile falters.

“You’re too close to graduation to leave,” Newt says. “I’ll be fine on my own for a couple of months. Graduate then come find me... if you want,” He tells you. You sigh but don’t put up a fight knowing that graduating would help your future more than if you left with Newt now.

“Fine, but don’t miss me too much, yeah?” Newt returns to his sheepish self causing you to grin. Not caring if anyone saw, you grab his chin and direct his lips to yours. “I’ll find you on the other side handsome,”

When Newt left school grounds, you confronted Leta. You made it clear that she was to stay away from Newt and yourself. When she tried to talk back, things got a little more intense. 

You hadn’t intended to send her to the medical wing, though you didn’t regret it. All you wanted was to scare her. You succeeded but also received detention for the remainder of your Hogwarts year.

When you graduated, you sought Newt out like you promised. The letters the two of you exchanged wasn’t enough, you wanted to be with him.

His mother welcomed you with open arms while his brother was more hesitant. One, he didn’t know what he thought about the two of you together, and two, he was being the protective older brother.

You stayed with the Scamander's instead of returning to your family home. Your home was on the other side of the country. Plus it was crowded because your entire family shared a little cottage. Newt’s mother allowed you to live with them because once you got a job you were able to help pay for things. You were given a separate room from Newt’s but that didn’t mean you two weren’t spending nights together.

“You should be more careful, love,” You muttered quietly as you tended to his wounded arm. One of the hippogriffs that he helped take care of had scratched up his arm.

“I’m fine,” Newt insisted. 

“I should have become a doctor,” You mused. “I have a feeling this isn’t going to be the last time I patch you up,” Newt smiles a bit. By the time you were done, his arm was as good as new. 

Being a doctor surely would have helped you with the ‘get rich’ part of your plan. But you had other ideas. You were in the process of starting your own business. It was slowly taking off and your name was beginning to spread throughout England. Both wizards and muggles were beginning to learn who you were.

However, you took a few lessons on simple medical procedures in order to help keep Newt in one piece. It paid off because as you predicted, Newt needed patching up more than once. You wouldn’t have thought that such a quiet man like him would get into so much mischief. All for the love of his creatures.

The two of you had a plan. Newt wanted to travel and do research. You wanted to travel and expand your growing business. Why not travel together? It was the perfect plan for the both of you until Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated.

You and Newt were sharing a bed a week after England declared war. Neither of you were talking. You were propped up against the wall with Newt’s back against your chest. Your arm was draped across his collarbones and his hand was cradling your forearm. Your other hand traced his bare stomach while his rested on your thigh.

You were leaving in the morning for training. Newt didn’t want you to go but you couldn’t sit this out. You were going to join the army while Newt fought the war his own way with the ministry. 

“I love you, you know that?” You whisper in his ear. Your lips gently press against his head. He hums leaning back against you. You nuzzle your head in his neck and hold him tightly. 

“You’ll come back to me,” Newt states, though his voice wavers. You flip your position so that he’s on his back and you’re hovering over him.

“You’re my home, Newt Scamander,” You tell him. “I’ll always come back to you,” You promise. He lifts his head and you lowers yours. Your lips connect as your body settles between his legs. You grind your hips into his earning a quiet moan from him.

In the morning, you left with Theseus. The two of you would serve in the same company. It was nice to know you would go through this with someone you knew. He may not have liked you at first but by the time the war came around, you two were friends.

“So, Thes... Have anyone waiting for you back home?” You asked, sitting in the muddy trench with him. You two were friends but that didn’t mean you talked about everything. By the time you moved in with Newt and their mother, Theseus had already moved out. He only visited here and there.

But now, you two were together every day. You had grown closer than you were before. Though, it’s not like you had much else to do during down time than to talk with him. He was from home, he was familiar. You were in a land unfamiliar fighting against unfamiliar people.

“You wouldn’t like her,” Theseus told you. You raised your eyebrow at him. 

“I know her?” You ask, he nods. You continue to stare at him until he caves.

“Leta Lestrange,” He admits. You instantly groan. “She’s told me about you... You two have quite the history,”

“So, she can’t have Newt so she goes for the older brother,” You mutter under your breath.

“She’s not a whore,” He growls defensively. You bite back a sarcastic comment. Theseus lowers his gaze as he pulls out a picture of her. You glance at it before pulling out your own picture of Newt.

“Do you think we’ll make it out of this? Get back to them?” You ask, looking at him. Theseus meets your gaze.

“If we stick together? The Germans don’t stand a chance,” Theseus smirks. You soon begin to return the smirk.

After four years of being stuck in the mud in some other country you and Theseus finally returned home. Theseus returned to his lady love while you went to Newt. He was at the ministry when you returned. You visited him in his office.

“Wow, your own nook in the corner with a window,” You commented standing in the doorway. Newt’s head snaps up. “Hello, love,” You say, entering the room. You closed the door as he stood up and came to you.

When his arms wrapped around you you felt as if you were safe for the first time in four years. Your body sagged in against his but he held you close. You nuzzle your head into his neck seeking his comfort. 

“You’re home,” He whispers. “You came back,”

“I’ll always come back to you,” You mutter into his neck. 

When you finally pull away from him, Newt told his boss he was going home. Nobody argued with him. You both apparated back to his place. He had moved out of his mothers home a couple of years into the war but you didn’t care. All you wanted was to spend the night in his arms.

He laid on the bed with your head on his chest and your body between his legs. Your eyes stayed locked on the wall as his heart beat filled your ears. His fingers combed through your hair, lulling you to sleep.

While the little sleep you got was more than you had in four years, it wasn’t anywhere near peaceful. You may have left France but France followed you home. The bullets, the fighting, the artillery shells, the fucking smell, everything stayed with you.

You weren’t the only one suffering from the effects of the war. Your business suffered and your relationship became strained. You pushed Newt away, you pushed everyone away and fell into the bottle.

Although, no matter what you did, Newt never left. He took your mood swings, your anger, everything and stayed by your side. You didn’t deserve him.

After a couple of years of putting up with you, you finally ask Newt why he never left.

It was a rough night. You had been sleeping on the couch for a while because of bad nightmares. You didn’t want to keep Newt awake or hurt him in your thrashing. But tonight, you couldn’t get any sleep.

There was a storm raging outside. Thunder so loud the home was shaking. You were working on finishing a bottle of whiskey. When the lightning flashes and another round of thunder rolls, you flinch and let out a shaky breath.

You didn’t even realize that you were muttering to yourself. You were trying to remind yourself that you were home, in England. You were safe, not fighting in the trenches.

You didn’t even notice Newt observing you. He watched you clutch the glass of whiskey like a lifeline. He noticed you fidget. He knew you had struggled since you returned home but no matter what he did, you wouldn’t let him help you.

You were startled from your thoughts by the sound of a record playing. You look up to see Newt turning to you. You try to compose yourself. Newt had seen you at your worst, multiple times, but that didn’t mean you enjoyed showing him this side of you.

You wished you could go back to when you were both at Hogwarts, to a time before the war. You wanted to go back to when things were easy and effortless. You wanted to love Newt and give him everything he deserved not burden him.

When he held his hand out to you, you were tempted to grab a fuller bottle of whiskey and find another room to occupy. But as another round of thunder sounds, all you want to do is be in his arms. It’s the only place where you can be positive you’re safe.

You set the bottle down and take his hand. You stand and nuzzle into his neck. Your hand clings to his as your arm wraps around his back. He sways the two of you and hums in your ear.

“Why haven’t you left me?” You wonder out loud.

“I love you,” He whispers.

“I’m broken,” You tell him.

“Then I love every piece of you,” He mutters. “You’re my home as much as I’m yours,” He leans his head against yours trying to provide you as much comfort as he can. “I know I can’t take your pain and suffering away but maybe I can lessen it,” He whispers to you. “Just let me in... I can handle it. I can help carry whatever it is that’s weighing you down,”

“I don’t want to drag you down with me,” You say, starting to pull away but underestimate his strength. He holds you against him.

“I don’t care where you drag me, I just want to be with you. Let me in, please,” He begs, cupping your cheeks. “I love you and nothing will change that. I’ve stayed with you all these years because I want too and I’ll stay with you for the rest of our lives, even if you push me away. Don’t push me away anymore,”

“I’m sorry,” You whisper, pressing your head against his. “It’s just... my head’s so loud and...” You sigh. You hated talking about this but Newt deserved to have some kind of understanding. “Everything reminds me of the way... Even the fucking thunder,” You grumble.

“Then focus on me... when it gets too much,” Newt mutters.

“You hate attention,” You whisper.

“Not from you,” Newt counters. “I’ve always wanted your attention,” He tells you. You give him a small smile. “I was thinking about starting up my travels for that book I mentioned... I want you to come with me,”

“Are you sure?” You ask. “I can stay here-”

“I want you with me,” He tells you. “You can spread your business or just come along for the ride. Patch me up when I need you,” Your smile widens a bit. “IF things get too much, you can ride in my case,” You let out a small laugh.

“You still have that bloody case?” Newt blushes a bit and nods. “Alright, love... I’ll come with you,” Newt perks up and connects your lips quickly. You laugh before kissing him back. “You’re perfect, Newt Scamander, and I love you”

[delicrieux]

a secret history // iv.

PAIRING: albus x m!reader x newt, some theseus x reader again warnings: swearing, your ideal image of hogwarts crumbling before your eyes, sexual content summary: (name) is a very diligent student and will stop at nothing to get what he desires

a/n:  who knew dark academia was difficult to write?! donna tartt and m.l. rio make it look effortless ugh QUEENS!!! i know w my writing i move at literal sloth pace but i can’t help it:(

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ACT II

SCENE I

At Hogwarts there is a room for anything one may desire. The castle needs people to survive; without them, is merely an empty shell of a former being. The spaces grow and disappear and regrow again upon command; the infinity of it is fascinating and worth exploring, alone or not. Yet some rooms are fixed – they do not wander, nor do they suddenly vanish into smoke – namely the ones that are created by wizards. One of such wondrous areas contains a swimming pool, it being the least magical thing on the grounds.

The air is polluted with chlorine; crystal blue water is poured over pale slippery tiles once students go in and out of it. Council had insisted that Hogwarts’ students especially hardly have any exercise. How can one have a healthy mind when their body is lacking? Yes, there is Quidditch, ruthless and difficult and needing intense endurance, but how one may build it if there are no easier ways to train? Running and flying can only get one that far. For that reason, physical education was added to the curriculum. Many students met this with groans of protests. Newton Scamander was no different from them, full to the brim with dread at the mere prospect of wearing nothing but a black tank and black shorts clinging to his petit form while he swims in cold water.

The Coach’s whistle blows and they all line up by the pool, its depths seemingly endless the harder Newt stares at it. The water is unmoving; from outside the windows a lifeless morning greats them with bleak, ghastly light. His fellow housemates mix with the joining house – Slytherin today, Gryffindor next week – and whisper amongst themselves. Newton already feels as if he is drowning. The Coach starts to speak, his accent thick and Irish and Newton faintly hears (Name)’s serpent like hiss about one thing or another. It is a voice that cannot be mistaken for anyone else. With longing, or perhaps out of desperate habit, Newton tilts his head to the side of the voice, catching (Name) engaged in eager conversation with Vasnev Tarasovich. The two of them make quite a comedic pair: (Name), tall, lanky, and of theatrical expression, jittering next to a somewhat stone-faced, bulky, and short Vasnev. Newton quickly looks away before he is spotted.

Out of swimming, or standing half-naked, Newton dreaded seeing (Name) the most. He could not look at him the same way after the Gala. But for different reasons, ones he is yet unable to name, nor admit.

The smell is repugnant. It reminds him of a few summer back, when (Name) was still but an apparition, not entirely real, belonging to a different frame of reality. It was evening and the sky was gold-orange and delightful, the summer heat clinging to his skin, humid, and choking with the sweet scent of roses. The Scamander summer home was envied by many, it being idyllic, a visage of soft colours Monet no doubt painted. A lake was nearby, which’s water was always warm; the grass was cut; the garden was crowded with flowers; his mother’s homemade lemonade was the staple of summer holiday: citrusy, sugary, it touched the very core of the soul.

And Newt sat hidden in the rosebushes, their thorns picking at his side with the same force their red petals caressed the sides of his flushed face. Theseus and that boy from school, (Name) (Lastname), sat lounged by the lake with nothing but swim shorts. It was highly improper. Newton figured that is why (Lastname) did not show up since their mother left, making Newton and his brother the only occupants for the day. (Lastname) brought a bottle of something bubbly and the two of them drank it the same way their bodies drank the rays of the sun. It was the first and only time Newton saw Theseus smoke a cigarette - his face was red and he was coughing and (Name) did nothing but laugh and drink and mock him.

Newton’s mind drifted, anxious to get out. He assumed Theseus figured Newton was locked in his room, too uncomfortable with a guest to show himself. And that is all true, except Newt found the day much too pleasant to pass up and found a comfortable spot by the roses, in the shade, in the buzz of honeybees and natures alluring songs. But then he heard a different, somewhat familiar voice and grasped his books, practically falling into the bushes, yelping and hissing as the thorns pierced his skin. Now he was stuck, with nothing to do but watch two boys enjoy their summer holiday. He felt as if an intruder.

(Name) stood up and stretched and Theseus muttered something about lemonade and rushed back into the house with an uneven step. (Name) looked around, tall, a bit burned from tanning, his face strangely focused for his slouched stance. He looked so beautiful it terrified Newton.

Theseus appeared again with two glasses and ice clinking within them. He said some joke and (Name) laughed again. Then, he slung his arm over his shoulder, continuing to talk and the two boys were close in an amiable way. Or so it appeared. Newton did not entirely focus on that, rather it is the height difference that allured him. (Name) was younger, though much taller, and it appeared a bit silly having to position his body in such a way to fit Theseus’ grip. And his skin looked boyish soft, though his face already showed sharp signs of adolescence. But his knees were bruised (an alarming observation Newt noticed time and time again as years went by, though how or why he could never place) and for someone so graceful and lean, Newt could not imagine (Name) being so clumsy.

The heat was scorching and the scent or roses made his eyes water. (Name) tapped his brother’s hand and pulled from his grip, grabbing his wrist and yanking him into the water. The two boys fell with booming laughs and splashes. The view was then obscured by an old oak and Newt figured now was as good of a time as any to run back into his room and never speak of this to anyone ever again.

He is not sure why that memory resurfaced all of the sudden, yet it did, and it was so vivid it frightened him. He is suddenly back in the cool, wet room and acutely aware of all eyes on him, the Coach’s expectant stare and the snickering group of boys watching him like hawks. He is quickly pushed to the peer by strong hands, and the last thing he sees before being plunged into water is his own mortified reflection on its rippling surface.

Newton was never a good swimmer. And when lacking the proper preparation he is even worse, catatonic in water, it swallows him up completely, it is claustrophobic and his heart beats wildly. Chlorine fills his mouth and desperately he tries to swim up to catch his breath, but his hands cramp up and panic sets his mind ablaze.

It’s that repulsive smell of roses that lingers in his mind when his eyes fall scarily shut, body heaving with shivers. The summer day returns as a mirage of the romantic past. Though in this version, the tall, stretching boys notices the one hiding in the rosebushes and calls his name in a joyful exclamation. The last thing his mind conjures is playful, sunlit (colour) eyes and then…

He is lurched back to reality painfully and gasping for breath, as if being born all over again. He opens his wild green eyes and everything is blurry and staggers and he is shaking and coughing and someone is holding his shoulders and trying to snap him out of it. In the buzzing of his mind he hears the Coach shout “Space! Give him some space! Let him breath!” and those arms are pulled off of him and he slowly sits up, his nose and throat burning from the alien water stuck within it.

A peculiar scene unfolds around him. He is sprawled on the tiles, red faced and trembling from the cold, as his schoolmates surround him and watch as if it was an exotic play. He is drenched; his hair sticks to the sides of his face like seaweed.. He slowly turns his head, failing to hear the curious mutters of students – they are hardly concerned for his wellbeing, rather more intrigued to the conclusion of this act – and his eyes finally land on (Name) who is held by Vasnev, dripping with water, panting, eyes wild with raw worry. It shocks Newton more than almost drowning.

“Can you stand, son?” The Coach inquires, extending his hand. Newt regards it as if an unfamiliar object, lastly clasping his frail hands around his and being yanked onto his feet. He sways in place, and the Coach lands a reassuring, comforting hand on his shoulders, “Go change. You’re dismissed for today. When you’re done, find me. I’ll take you to the nurse.” He then turns to the ogling crowd, “The rest of you - fifteen laps in groups of three.” Lastly, he regards (Name) with pride, “Quick reflexes, (Lastname). Ten points to Slytherin.”

Vasnev: “Shoulda been a bloody Gryffindor.” (Name): “Don’t be stupid. If it were you, I would have laughed and made sure you never surfaced.”

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Newton Scamander is amiss with emotion, uncertain what to feel, or think for that matter. He changed in a daze, wrapped his scarf around his neck absentminded and aloof, faintly feeling the cold that seemingly seeped past his skin and settled into his very bones. The stench dragged into the locker room and wild splashes and exuberant shouts, muffled as they were, grounded Newton in reality when he just started to slip again. It was (Name) that jumped into the pool after him instead of poking fun with the rest; it was (Name) that reacted first, rather than the trained teacher. It was a display of honest and true friendship. Newt got light just thinking about it.

After he had reassured the Coach he is fine, still blinking stupidly, still clearing his throat and scrunching his nose, he left the area with one last glance sent the swimming boys’ way. He was unable to find (Name) amongst them, possibly he was submerged underwater, or just out of eyesight, and Newton left feeling just a tad disappointment he wasn’t able to thank him. Perhaps (Name) would find him on his own. Newton was always too afraid to seek him out; too uncomfortable with the company the Slytherin boy often entertained. That is what he decided he shall do – wait.

He stumbled into the corridor and pulled his robe closer – the air is warmer and is almost unnervingly dry, though he still trembles. He stops when he spots a vaguely familiar figure lounging by the windowsill, heavy book in hand. It is Alexander, and Newt immediately feels scorched. The silent boy reads “Iliad” – a title mentioned a few times during History of  Magic, all the way back in year five, no, four? Newton does not have History of  Magic anymore, and the only reason he can think why Alexander has this book, it nearly tearing at its spine, with fragile pages that crumble when touched too roughly, is because he is either in (Name)’s class, or is trying to get (Name)’s attention. Considering he sits right across from the door to the boys’ locker room, Newton leans more to the latter. That idea does not sit well with him.

He regards Alexander with a spiteful look, though the boy not once glances away from his reading, simply turns the page and continues. Alas, Newton wanders down the hall, dejected.

The day passes in a blur and not once or twice did (Name) rush past him, never stopping, not even muttering a half-hearted greeting. At dinner Leta sat with Newton and she was speaking something charming, something light, yet his eyes kept wandering to the Slytherin boy discussing secrets with Vasnev. The pit in his stomach seemed to open so wide it nearly swallowed him up. Why did (Name) detach himself so heartlessly after such a selfless act? Could it be that Newton was to blame, as he was the first to step out of their friendship?

He must talk to him, Newton concluded, taking a shy sip of his drink. He must.

The night fell over the castle like a velvet curtain, heavy, starless. The castle appears uncanny in the dark; portraits mumble sleepily, pale figures of ghosts float and loom in corners, watching nothing in particular, their gazes set beyond these cold walls, beyond this world. The dungeons are damp and cool and Newton’s heart hammers in his chest like a wild drum. He is in search of (Name) – Head Boy duties and all, the privilege to patrol the corridors and punish wandering students till the magical 3 in the morning – and he finds him quite easily, pacing calmly, his wand being the only source of bleak light.

Though as it appears, Newton is not the only one in need of (Name)’s company. Just when he is about to move from his hiding place and utter a timid “Hello”, Doris Sherbet slinks from the shadows like a beautiful siren from the parting waves. Her voice is soft and rasp and o so alluring, and she asks the Head Boy if he would like to take a walk with her, “I am just on my way to my Common Room” she explains, “the castle is so dark and eerie…I took a wrong turn and now I’m here.” She lies.

“I’m afraid I cannot help you, Doris.” (Name)’s voice is diplomatic, perhaps a tad amused, “Five points from Ravenclaw and please, do not let me catch you again.”

She is visibly displeased yet saunters away without another word. Then, (Name), to himself mumbles, “Five points to me for doing such a fan-bloody-tastic job.”

But before one visitor leaves, another arrives, and this time it is Alexander and Newton wants to turn back and forget this whole silly elaborate plan all together. But again, (Name), with a hefty annoyed sigh, dismisses the boy. No house points were lost, however.

Alas, in the dark they are finally left alone. Newt, from the pillars he takes solace in, watches as (Name) leisurely approaches, and before the boy can pass he grabs his upper arm and freezes him in place. Innocent green eyes meet startled (colour) ones. For a moment there is pure silence, only the alien drip drip drip from somewhere down the hall lulls in the background.

“Well,” (Name) mutters in an exhale of breath, “you are the last person I figured I would find here.”

Newt let’s go of him slowly, now uncertain what should he do with his hands. He clears his throat, glancing to the side before starting, “I-well…I just…I wanted to thank you. For today.” The skin of his cheeks burns in rouge, and he wonders briefly in (Name) can see it.

The Slytherin boy’s face softens, if slightly, “Gave me a real scare, you know.” He admits with a hint of that same raw concern Newt saw earlier. The shorter boy gulps, his throat suddenly painfully dry. “But you are very welcome. Now you best run along back to the common room before a wandering professor sees you. I am afraid I will not be much help then.”

But saying goodbye now feels like all of this would go to waste. Perhaps Newt had missed him so dearly he was unable to move, or perhaps he decided to do something brave for the first time in his life as he pulls (Name) into a fierce hug, his heart nearly at his throat. The taller boy is stiff for a moment, unresponsive, but then one arm lazily drapes over Newts shoulder and pulls just a tad closer. He smells of imported cigarettes and expensive cologne.

Newton tastes bitterness on the tip of his tongue when he pulls away, taking a good step back and clearing his throat, flustered, hot as that summer day that nearly drowned him.

“Five points to Hufflepuff.” (Name) announces proudly in an amused whisper.

“…F-For what?” Newt blinks, “For breaking the rules?”

“Would I ever reward you for anything less?” (Name) questions, then winks, “Go now. Off to bed.”

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CHARCTER MASTERPOST

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i will link each character’s masterlist in this post

MOVIE MASTERLIST

STAR WARS UNIVERSE

han solo

princess leia

luke skywalker

padme amidala

anakin skywalker

obi wan kenobi

kylo ren

general hux

poe dameron

rose tico

finn

boba fett 

fennec shand

din djarin

paz vizsla

cobb vanth

HARRY POTTER & FANTASTIC BEASTS

harry potter

hermione granger

ron weasley

ginny weasley

george weasley

fred weasley

charlie weasley

bill weasley

neville longbottom

oliver wood

seamus finnegan

dean thomas

cedric diggory

luna lovegood

cho chang

fleur delacour

pansy parkinson

viktor krum

voldemort/tom riddle

bellatrix lestrange

fenrir greyback

lucius malfoy

narcissa malfoy

igor karkaroff

barty crouch sr

barty crouch jr

professor severus snape

alastor moody

sirius black

remus lupin

nymphador tonks

newt scamander

theseus scamander

MARVEL & X-MEN

black widow / natasha romanov

yelena belova

hulk / bruce banner

antman / scott lang

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

hawkeye / clint barton

hawkeye / kate bishop

echo / maya lopez

kazi

nebula

daredevil / matt murdock

mobius m. mobius

deadpool / wade wilson

negasonic teenage warhead / ellie phimister

cable / nathan summers

domino / neena thurman

storm / ororo munroe

mystique / raven darkholm

wolverine / james howlett / logan

rogue / anna marie

phoenix / jean grey

cyclops / scott summers

havok / alex summers

jubilee / jubilation lee

banshee / sean cassidy

quicksilver / pietro maximoff

angel / warren worthington

x-23 / laura kinney

magik / illyana rasputina

wolfsbane / rahne sinclair

mirage / dani moonstar

nightcrawler / kurt wagner

magneto / erik lensher

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BIRDS OF PREY

harley quinn

huntress

black canary

renee montoya

victor zsasz

THE SUICIDE SQUAD (1&2)

harley quinn

rick flag

captain boomerang

polka-dot man

ratcatcher 2

bloodsport

peacemaker

LORD OF THE RINGS

merry brandybuck

pippin took

aragorn

legolas

gimli

arwen

boromir

faramir

elrond

eomer

eowyn

haldir

THE HOBBIT

bilbo baggins

thorin oakenshield

kili

fili

dwalin

THE LOST BOYS

david

marko

paul

dwayne

star

michael emerson

STAND BY ME

ace merill

denny lachance

eyeball chambers

billy tessio

TWILIGHT

carlisle cullen

esme cullen

alice cullen

jasper hale

rosalie hale

emmett cullen

edward cullen

bella swan

charlie swan

billy black

jacob black

seth clearwater

leah clearwater

paul lahote

sam uley

TELEVISION SHOW MASTERLIST

THE MAGICIANS

eliot waugh

quentin coldwater

julia wicker

alice quinn

margo hansen

penny adiyodi

kady orloff-diaz

mariana andrieski

henry fogg

fen

PENNY DREADFUL

vanessa ives

ethan chandler

dorian gray

brona croft

victor frankenstein

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

vanya hargreeves

klaus hargreeves

luther hargreeves

allison hargreeves

diego hargreeves

ben hargreeves

lila pitts

CHARMED (1998)

piper halliwell

pheobe halliwell

prue halliwell

paige halliwell

leo wyatt

cole turner

CHARMED (2018)

macy vaughn

mel vera

maggie vera

harry greenwood

abigael cain

niko hamada

PEAKY BLINDERS

tommy shelby

john shelby

arthur shelby

ada shelby

finn shelby

polly gray

alfie solomons

luca changretta

aberama gold

bonnie gold

johnny dogs

STRANGER THINGS

jim hopper

joyce byers

dr alexei

robin buckley

steve harrington

billy hargrove

max mayfield

NETFLIX’S DRACULA

dracula

SHAMELESS (US)

fiona gallagher

ian gallagher 

carl gallagher

debbie gallagher

lip gallagher

mickey milkovich 

kevin ball

veronica fisher

male!reader platonic &/or smut & fem!platonic!reader only for ian & mickey

CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid

penelope garcia

luke alvez

aaron hotchner

elle greenway

kate callahan

CARNIVAL ROW

rhycroft philostrate

vignette stonemass

tourmaline

GRIMM

nick burkhardt

hank griffin

captain sean renard

seargent wu

monroe

rosalee calvert

adalind schade

trubel

N0S4A2

vic mcqueen

maggie leigh

tabitha hutter

DOCTOR WHO & TORCHWOOD

9th doctor

10th doctor

11th doctor

12th doctor

13th doctor

simm!master

missy / gomez!master

dhawan!master

rose tyler

yazmin khan

river song

bill potts

nardole

captain jack harkness

toshiko sato

owen harper

MISCELLANIOUS

PEDRO PASCAL

the mandalorian / din djarin

javier pena

maxwell lord

whiskey / jack daniels

dave york

fransisco ‘catfish’ morales

marcus moreno

OSCAR ISAAC

poe dameron

nathan (ex machina)

apocalypse / en sabah nur

kane (annihilation)

gomez addams ; platonic!reader or familial!reader only

JOEL KINNAMAN

rick flag

takeshi kovacs

pete koslow

erik heller

stephen holder

ed baldwin

ANDREW GARFIELD

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

[mqybanks]

✎ Death Trap

 ↳ Theseus Scamander x Reader

꒰ Word Count: 1.6k

꒰ Trigger Warnings: Mentions of De@th? Tad bit of blood? Death? I dunno, I didn’t plan this one out LMAO

꒰ Notes: Alice writing for Theseus? Impossible. Anyways... ahaha, I was gonna write this for Newt, but Newt’s to sweet to do such a thing and Theseus just fits ‘cause he’s an auror 

“Theseus, please” Travers looked into the eyes of the brunette, his eyes showed off no mercy, completely serious with his words.

He didn’t know how to respond, he knew that Travers was serious about this, but seriously? Did he not know that Y/n was his fiancee ?

That they were supposed to get married the following month? Well secretly, Y/n wasn’t quite popular among the wizarding world.

Being the daughter of the most wanted “dark” wizard in the world had its setbacks. Including the fact that most aurors- and the Ministry- wanted her dead.

He held back the urge to tell him off, to refuse, to stop all of this - unlike the usual Theseus who usually (always) went with whatever Travers said to him, this time it was different.

Though, being the levelheaded person he was, he kept his mouth shut, eyes glued to the floor. Hesitant of what to say.

One wrong word could get him kicked off of his position as Head Auror. “I can’t”

Travers let out an annoyed grunt, gently nudging Theseus’s arm, “Come on, I know you two have something going on, but this is Y/n Grindelwald were talking about, the daughter of Grindelwald!”

“There’s nothing going on between us” Theseus lied, teeth gritted, wholly ignoring the rest of his words.

“We, wizards, have been in peace for years, and you know that Grindelwald want’s that peace gone!” The persistent , aging man countered, “Y/n could be our answer! She could be a spy or-”

He paused for a moment, pondering how he could phrase the following sentence, “Or she could- to put it lightly, Theseus- destroy the world”

Theseus shook his head, not believing Travers for a second. He knew Y/n. She wouldn’t do that, she barely could even hurt a fly.

“Theseus” Travers stopped, cutting in front of the younger male, placing his hands on is shoulders, he stared, “It’s for the best”

No it’s not He thought to himself It’s not the best for me.

He pulled him in for an awkward hug, “It’s either our side or Grindelwald’s side, choose one”

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There she was, tied up, thrown across the floor. She looked like a mess, blood dripping down her face, her hair screwn around. 

Theseus looked away, unable to look. God, why had he agreed to this? It was a mistake the minute he said the final ‘yes’

Travers smirked, grabbing her by the collar of her sweater, “Well, well, if it isn’t Y/n Grindelwald, you’ll be coming with us, yeah? Stay with the Ministry for a while”

She didn’t say anything, deciding it was bet to keep her mouth shut. All she could think about what Theseus had said previously.

“it’s safe here, Y/n... just us”

But he lied. He lied. And look where she was now. 

Travers tilted his head, motioning for the aurors, tow of the newer ones grabbing her gruffly by the arms.

“You said we were alone Theseus...” Y/n mumbled as she passed by Theseus, “You said I was safe”

Her words were quiet, her voice lowered so only Theseus could hear, and it broke his heart. He couldn’t blame Y/n if she hated him now.

The only person he actually, truly loved, seemed so out of reach now, he felt the heat beneath his collar, hatred for Travers.

A sudden clap on his shoulders brought him back to reality, the person he wanted to see least standing by his side. Of course it was Travers.

“Good job” he said though it was more taunting, as if he were sneering, “You made the right decision, Theseus”

But deep down, Theseus knew he didn’t.

“What are you waiting for, the Ministry will be waiting for us” Travers left Theseus’s side, followed by a group of young aurors, leaving Theseus standing there alone.

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Everyone around Theseus seemed light-hearted, laughing and chatting, the news that Y/n Grindelwald had been caught traveled fast.

He sat there quietly, ignoring the jeering comments, or when someone tried to talk to him, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of these people here.

“Order!” 

Silence followed, as the Minister of Magic walked onto the podium, grinning widely. It made Theseus sick.

Hector Fawley cleared his throat, “Grindelwald has done so much damage to the wizarding world, and yes- quiet! Yes, he’s still out there, a threat to our society, slipping through our fingers not once but twice!”

Thorough nods as everyone listened intendedly, unsure of where he was trying to go.

“However” He paused, as if trying to be dramatic, “We now have his very own daughter... some of you may now her as Y/n, in our grasp”

Cheers and claps filled the room, the uproarious chatter continued, though only to be silenced by Fawley again, “But the question is... what will we do? Imprison her? Keep her as hostage? Make her work as a spy? The lists’s endless, if anyone would like to suggest something, you may do that now”

“Make her work for the Ministry!”

Theseus knew she’d hate that. She wasn’t an office type of person, more like Newt, more adventurous.

“Imprison her! She could escape again!”

“What if she escape again? What will we do?!”

“She will not escape!” Fawley yelled, voice echoing through the room, “She is guarded by the best wizards and witches known, every second of every day!”

“What if we just kill her?”

Silence. It was as if someone had conjured a silencing charm, Theseus could practically hear everyone thinking over the words.

Kill? Absolutely not. They couldn’t, they wouldn’t... would they? He was head auror! He could do something about all this nonsense. 

“We’re not merciless” Fawley finally stated, much to Theseus’s relief, “We can’t just go around killing people, they’ll think we’re the threat here!”

“But-”

“What about obliviating her?”

“Better” the noirette pondered, “But what will wiping her memory do? In fact, it would be worse for us, we would get no imformation! No profit”

An auror stood up, walking up towards the Minister of Magic, before whispering into his ear.

Fawley tilted his head, his face etched with uncertainty. He let out a sigh, quite unsure. He let out a sigh, turning back to the crowd, quietly thanking the auror.

“Hands up if we oblivate her!”

A few hands... not many, definetely not enough to clench the vote that seemed to be going on.

“Hands up if we kill her!”

Theseus’s hands widened, his heart beggining to pound faster when he saw that majority of the people in the crowd had raised their hand?

“No” his voice came out loud and clear, interruping the Minsiter, “We’re not going to kill her- we can’t go around killing people just because they’re related to Grindelwald!”

“Scamander, you can’t do that” Fawley growled, “After all... aren’t you the one who fancies her? Is that the only reason you’re standing on her side?”

Laughter.

“I do n-” his words were cut off by the menacing glare from Travers, his eeys telling him to sit down, which he did.

Stebbins, one of the auror’s who had raised his hand, leaned closer to Theseus, “I’ll let you do the honors”

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The footsteps grew louder and louder, catching Y/n’s sudden attention. Wasn’t she supposed to be the only person here? Other then the guards, of course. 

The only other times people came down here was when they switched guards, which wasn’t supposed to happen for another... hour or so, an that one time the Minister of Magic came down.

But this time, it was someone different. Someone who she didn’t expect, in fact, it was the person she least expected it to be.

Theseus Scamander.

She really didn’t want to see him at the moment, more or less, talk to him, after what he had done- lied, and stabbed her behind her back.

He gave a single half head-tilt, half nod towards the guards, his face filled with anguish, a single tear rolling down his cheek

It was one of the only times Y/n had seen Theseus cry. Actually, it was the only time.

“What do you want” she grumbled, eyes not meeting Theseus’s, “If you’re here to apologize, I don’t want to hear it”

“I’m not here to apologize” he replied in a low, trembling voice, something that caught Y/n by surprise. He usually spoke either in a harsh, demanding voice, or a soft one.

His hand trailed to his wand, taking it out slowly, “The Ministry, you see...” he didn’t have the heart to tell her that today was the day she was going to die.

Holding his hand to Y/n’s neck, he looked at her once more, taking his free hand to caress Y/n’s face. “I don’t want to so this”

“Hold up, Theseus-”

“I have too” he muttered under his breath, “They’re making me” he made sure that the guards couldn’t hear him.

“You’re not going too...”

“I told you, I have too!” he snapped, a burst of anger coming out of him,. Anger to the world- to the Ministry, to Travers...

“If you ever loved me-” her voice trailed off, regretting what she had said, “You wouldn’t do this”

“Hurry up!” One of the guards snarled, “This shouldn’t take this long!”

“I love you Y/n” Theseus gingerly trailed his hand to her neck, he’d do anything for one more moment with Y/n... one more hug... one last goodbye.

Tears swelled up in his eyes, now quietly spilling down Theseus’s face, as well as Y/n. “I love you too”

He stepped back, wand still pointed at Y/n, exhaling, trying to stop himself from crying. Trying too keep calm- it seemed almost impossible.

There was a flash of green light, a loud thumb as her body hit the concrete floor, followed by a silence that would be tattoed in his mind forever.

And then she was gone.

[abysstrap-ran]

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽

※Pinned post coming through. Still under WIP, older works are under read more! (´・ω・`) ◈ Accessible Stories will be marked with this mark ◈

𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘤𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵

Acridity (Coming soon!) Ghosts of the Past (Coming soon!)

𝘝𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘑𝘢𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵

Serenity in Threes (Sneak peak!) Shadows (Coming soon!)

𝘑𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵

A Rose so Dangerous (Coming soon!)

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵

◈ Facsimile ◈ Snowtrap ◈ A Penny for a Dance, a Dance for a Thought

◈ Chamber with a very oblivious s/o ◈ Chamber with a pregnant s/o ◈ Chamber with a trans male s/o ◈ Chamber with an overtly fiesty s/o

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵

Alter Ego (Coming soon!)

𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘈. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵

◈ Steven's s/o giving little treats to his personal squad ◈ Steven Soulmate! Blood AU ◈ Steven with a werewolf s/o ◈ Teacher! Steven ◈ Soft Steven ◈ Steven + Dark! Steven as a bloodbreed ◈ Steven & s/o in a school themed AU! + everyone else ◈ Steven realizing he has a crush and confessing ◈ Steven accidentally freezing his s/o ◈ Some Steven Headcannons ◈ Steven with a clumsy art student s/o ◈ S/o prodding steven's legs after a particularly bad day ◈ Steven wedding hcs ◈ Dark! Steven ◈ If s/o was stalked by a creep ◈ Steven develops a crush on a fellow member of Libra ◈ Relationship HCs for Dark Steven ◈ Steven x Dying!Reader angst ◈ Steven catching his werewolf s/o ◈ Fetishes

[Others] ◈ Klaus with a teddy bear ◈ Dark! Libra headcannons for Zed, KK, Dog and Brody ◈ Roommate Leo ◈ Dark! Libra ◈ Leo's crush kisses him out of nowhere ◈ Relationship HC for ZappZed ◈ Relationship HC for Leo and Zed ◈ Relationship headcannons for Dark! Zed ◈ Libra s/o getting almost drunk on them while ranting ◈ Klaus falling for Steven’s lil sister ◈ Dark!Klaus with too pure for the world s/o

𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵 

◈ Farewell Gift (Percival Graves) ◈ Broken (Percival Graves) ◈ Sweater Collection (Theseus Scamander) ◈ Snow-bound (Gellert Grindelwald) ◈ Defender (Newt Scamander)

[12tardis]

Drunken Smiles (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Warnings: alcohol mentions, obnoxious Theseus AGAIN Requested: Yes! Anon requested drunk Newt! Cute silent moments where he gets distracted and drinks someone elses drink. I hope you like it anon! I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you meant. Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader Summary: Your boyfriend Newt hasn’t gotten drunk in front of you for years after he embarrassed himself back during your Hogwarts days. He seems to have a strange habit involving you when he drinks a little too much. Features obnoxious older brother Theseus and even some teasing Leta. Also features the bully from ‘Love Language’.

A/N: Inspired by my favourite manager who kept referring to his girlfriend as his wife for years whenever he was drunk. They’re married now <3 I hope you like. Please send me more requests!

Words: 3,270 Taglist:  @moonkissk7​ @just-an-outstanding-auror​

The music in the small jazz lounge was thrumming in your ears as you smiled back at your boyfriend adoringly, sipping on your drink as the two of you drifted closer together in the small booth. You had just finished up at one of his book signings and had knocked back a few drinks each as you waited for Theseus and Leta to join you shortly.

 “Oh hello,” you giggled when he scooted into the booth right next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing an affectionate smooch to your cheek, taking your hand in his free one and then pressing a series of kisses to your knuckles. You were pleasantly buzzed from the mulled mead you’d had so far but Newt was clearly a little more on the tipsy side as he was suddenly lavishing you with unabashed affection that was usually reserved for the privacy of your own home.

 “Hello, darling girl. My muse, my...my angel in disguise. Wait no not disguise because you’re clearly otherworldly”, he paused his rambling to hum to himself in thought and you giggled again, feeling your cheeks warm as you looked back at him.

 “Newton, what?” You chuckled, reaching up to card your fingers through his unruly locks, watching him frown as he tried to find the words he was trying to say. He pouted to himself when he came up short and you pressed a kiss to his cheek with a fond smile “it’s okay, I don’t expect you to be a romantic poet when you’re drunk too.”

 “I’m not drunk!” Newt huffed, looking back you in offence and huffing again to himself “I was just trying to tell my girlfriend how important she is to me”, he sighed, slumping back against the booth and you smiled softly at him, leaning in to brush your lips against his slowly and that’s how you knew he was a lot more tipsy than he let on. Because usually in public, Newt only returned short and sweet kisses but this time he slipped his arms around you and kissed you back slowly with a soft but happy sigh.

 And in your slightly buzzed state you too allowed yourself to lean more into the kiss, sitting back quickly when some other patrons accidentally brushed against you as they made their way through the rapidly filling club.

 You glanced down at Newt’s watch, straightening your dress out “they’ll be here soon. Let’s go get us some more drinks before the bar gets swamped?”, you tugged Newt to his feet, smiling as his arm wrapped around your waist again as he lead you towards the bar.

 Newt had refused to drink around you other than a few casual drinks after your first and last time getting drunk together had resulted in him embarrassing himself. And as he pulled you closer into his side when another gentleman smiled a little too warmly at you, you couldn’t help but remember that time in your seventh year.

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You and Newt had practically sprinted to The Three Broomsticks once you’d both finished your N.E.W.Ts exams, knocking back all the strongest drinks they had on offer in celebration. You were sitting, pressed up together in the corner of the pub laughing as you reminisced over some of your memories together when Newt suddenly wrapped his arm around your waist.

Physical affection was no stranger to your friendship. In fact, usually not a single conversation or interaction went by without you touching one another in some way but Newt usually only ever slung his arm around your waist when you were cold or in need of comfort, or in those instances when you would perch yourself in his lap and he did so to steady you.

 What you hadn’t realised was that Zachary Lindensbaum had stepped into the pub flanked by his buddies, prompting such a response from Newt. He was the very same douchebag that had asked you out on a date the previous year only to humiliate you in front of half the school when he loudly announced it was all a prank and Newt felt a surge of protectiveness when he spotted him arrive, remembering how upset you had been that time.

 Protectiveness as well as an undeniable flare of jealousy at the memories that cropped up of Zachary spending those few days wooing you with his smarmy pickup lines, half wilted roses and messy love letters- if you could even call them that.

 Newt had been so certain he had experienced his first real heart-break when he saw you smile shyly back at the Gryffindor beater the year before. But then only a week later he was the one to find you crying, beside yourself with humiliation and he felt utter disdain and contempt for the first time in his life.

 So when he saw that Zachary had spotted you and the way his eyes lit up as he made a bee line towards your table, Newt curled his arm even tighter around you. You stopped mid-way through your story when you felt Newt pulling you into him and you looked over at him, following his line of sight and swallowing thickly when you saw Zachary.

 You hadn’t spoken to the other male since that day and you had really hoped to keep it that way but now you straightened up in your seat, bracing yourself for whatever Zachary had to say this time. Your jaw dropped however when Newt held a hand up towards the other male “Nope. Absolutely not.”

 Zachary had already slipped onto the bench across from you when Newt spoke and he just stared back at him dumbly for a moment “I’m sorry what?” he frowned, his eyes flicking between you two but you were just as gobsmacked too.

 Newt simply shook his head, making a shooing motion at Zachary “Nope”, he repeated, popping the ‘p’ while his other hand began to soothe up and down along your side in an attempt to calm you.

 “Nope what, Scamander? I just sat down”, Zachary scoffed back at him, his temper rapidly rising causing you to press into Newt anxiously.

 “And you’re leaving now. You’re not sitting here, you’re not welcome. We don’t want to hear what you have to say. Off you go,” Newt countered firmly, fixing the male with a cold stare.

 Newt spoke so matter of factly that you couldn’t believe your ears and neither could Zachary apparently because he just gaped at Newt for another minute before he got up from his seat wordlessly and left.

 You watched until Zachary and his friends were long out of sight before you looked up at Newt, your head spinning from a mixture of alcohol and the sheer shock of Newt so confidently sending your harasser away like a complete badass.

 Newt smiled back down at you, promptly slipping back into his usual sweet demeanour as he tucked a stray piece of your hair behind your ear “I think we need more drinks don’t you?” he hummed, his confidence leaving you breathless.

 The night wore on and you were both soon completely sloshed, leaning on each other and the table for support as you both slurred through your words. You got up from the table clumsily, giggling at Newt’s equally as clumsy attempt to steady you as he looked up at you like a kicked puppy “Y/N where going?” he drawled, clutching your hand.

 “Bathroom. Be right back.”, you hiccupped and your words were considerably clearer than his but it took you much longer to form your sentences. You made your way to the bathroom, emerging a while later and freezing in your tracks, sobering up immediately when you saw Newt standing cornered by Zachary and two of his burly friends.

 “SHE IS SO FAR OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE IT’S A JOKE!” Newt shouted, moving right into Zachary’s personal space as other patrons began to crowd around, wanting to catch a peek at the drama unfolding.

 You stood frozen by the bathroom door, staring at Newt in shock and rising fear when you saw Zachary’s fists clenched in response, but your alcohol addled state wasn’t allowing your feet to cooperate with your brain. In your mind you were already at Newt’s side, pulling him back from impending harm but in reality you were standing there dumbfounded.

 “What and you think a freak like you is more her league?!”, Zachary shouted back and Newt didn’t even flinch as he shook his head.

 “No. No one is this god forsaken school is good enough for her! You’re a total idiot for throwing away your shot like you did! And a- a complete Neanderthal for hurting her like that!”

 Zachary didn’t even have a chance to form a retort because Newt was continuing to rant on about all the reasons why he had messed up.

 “You could have been with the most loyal, kind hearted, passionate, breathtaking woman to exist! The most incredible, adorable, and strong woman but instead you decided to be a cruel and blithering idiot!”

 You stared at Newt with your mouth agape, feeling your heart race and not just from the alcohol as you took in his words. Some of your peers were staring back at you too because they knew he was talking about you even though he hadn’t used your name. It was only ever you.

 “I wish I’d had half a mind to make your hair permanently purple!”, Newt shouted, and all the other students went silent in shock as Zachary grit his teeth. Zachary’s purple hair had been the talk of the school for several weeks, leaving the other boy humiliated everywhere he went.

 “I KNEW it was you that swapped out my shampoo!” Zachary shouted back at him, his fist colliding with Newt’s face not a second later in a sickening crunch. And your brain finally snapped into gear as you ran to Newt, shoving past Zachary and his friends to grasp his shoulders “Newt!”

 Newt gripped his face in pain as he stumbled back, growing enraged again when he heard one of Zachary’s friends sneer “all over some Hufflepuff bitch,” which drew a few disgusted gasps from the surrounding crowd.

 “YOU TAKE THAT BACK!”, Newt shouted, going to shove the guy that had insulted you but you grabbed two jugs of iced water from the bar and threw them over the group of boys before any more punches could be thrown.

 They all gasped collectively at the shock from the ice water drenching them and some of the bartenders took the chance to grab Zachary’s sidekicks, throwing them out of the pub while the maître d’, Dottie, threw a mop and bucket and some towels at Newt and Zachary angrily.

 “Clean up your mess and piss off! And you lot, stop gawking like twits! Nothin’ to see here!” Dottie scowled, making sure the crowd dispersed before she turned to you, taking the empty jugs from your hands.

You immediately began to stutter, apologising profusely for the mess you’d caused but Dottie simply waved her hand at you dismissively. She was an plump, older woman who could be truly intimidating when she needed to be.

 “No harm done, blossom. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you two helping me clean up the last time things got rowdy.” she smiled warmly, pushing you to sit down before she handed you a glass of water, seeing how tipsy and sleepy you were.

 You shot Zachary a cold glare when he shoved past Newt after cleaning up the area and once he was gone you began fussing over Newt and his split lip.

 You were so far gone you didn’t trust your ability to perform a healing charm on him so you let out a breath of relief when Dottie appeared with an ice pack that you gratefully took from her.

 “Oh Newt, you shouldn’t have done that,” you sighed, holding the ice pack up to his lip and gently brushing his hair back from his eyes, sighing when he looked back at you with wide doe eyes “he was being an ass!”

 You sighed again as you shook your head at him, feeling incredibly guilty for not stepping in sooner “I know but you went and got yourself hurt, Newt.”

 Newt looked back at you with a dazed and dreamy smile, taking your hand “anything for my wife,” he murmured and you looked up at Dottie when the woman cackled in response, clapping Newt in the shoulder.

 “Deary me, son. I think ya gettin’ ahead of yourself. There’s a couple steps in between ya know, girlfriend, fiancé?”, she chuckled again when Newt shook his head, pointing a finger in your direction. “Nope. That’s my wife,” he said matter-of-factly, smiling back at you with pride.

 You were openly gawking at Newt now, your cheeks warm and your stomach flipping but you didn’t allow yourself to believe the adoring expression he wore. Instead you looked up at Dottie in alarm.

 “Oh my stars he’s concussed! I’ve gotta take him to the med bay!” you panicked, quickly stumbling to your feet while Newt continued to spout nonsense at you.

 But Dottie was quick to placate you, having one of her co-workers who was also a nurse come and check Newt over.

 Within half an hour the two of you were headed back to the castle hand in hand and Newt was mortified and made you promise that you would never discuss the events of the night again.

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 You couldn’t help but laugh as you reminisced on Newt’s drunk shenanigans, leaning into his side while he ordered a round of drinks for the pair of you and Theseus and Leta. He looked down at you, raising an eyebrow “are you laughing at me again?” He asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at you.

 You shook your head, leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek and before you could respond, Newt had knocked back the drink in front of him in one gulp.

In his tipsy state he had thought the drink was his own, completely failing to notice it was a different colour and served in a different glass to what he’d been drinking already.

 “Merlin that is NOT mulled mead!”, he gasped with wide eyes, his throat burning while the bartender stared back at him.

 “Hey! That’s my drink!”, a gentleman beside Newt complained just as the bartender shook his head in annoyance. You quickly intervened, paying for the drinks and a replacement for the disgruntled stranger beside you.

 Theseus and Leta appeared then, helping you to carry the drinks. “Newt, did I just see you shot a hogs tea?” Theseus asked incredulously, gripping his brother by the shoulder and you snapped your head up to look at Newt with wide eyes “Hogs tea!? He was already tipsy before!”

 Newt nodded, sitting down clumsily in the booth beside you while you hugged the couple in greeting.

The second you had pulled away from Leta, Newt wasted no time in tugging you into the booth beside him, wrapping his arms around your waist and hooking his chin over your shoulder.

 “Yes, definitely hogs tea”, Newt murmured, already beginning to slur his words. Leta and Theseus sat down across from you both, surprised to see Newt being so cuddly towards you. His affections for you had never been a secret but to see him so unreserved as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder and nuzzled at your neck was startling to the pair.

 “Newt, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk,” Leta said as Theseus nodded quickly in agreement.

 “Even I’ve only seen it a handful of times. What about you Y/N?”, he asked curiously, trying not to laugh at how flustered you were getting as Newt just smiled down at you with a love struck smile.

 “Only once before. After our N.E.W.Ts”, you murmured looking back at your boyfriend while Leta snorted at the memory. She’d heard about the drama the following day.

 “ ‘Mnot drunk thank you very much”, Newt protested with an irritated scowl, holding a finger up to Theseus challengingly and you giggled as you took his hand in your own, effectively drawing his attention back to you. You watched him as his features smoothed out again and he was gazing back at you in awe once again.

 “My beautiful wife,” he murmured, raising your hand to his lips and your mouth dropped in response as you felt your cheeks flush warm.

 Theseus slapped his hand on the table excitedly, practically bouncing with joy because he knew Newt had been planning to propose for a few months now. “What did you finally-OW” , he frowned when Leta stomped on his foot under the table.

 She too was excited at the prospect but she was much quicker to notice the surprise on your face and the obvious lack of a ring on your hand. There was no way she was about to let her boyfriend spoil her best friends eventual proposal.

 Thankfully you were completely oblivious as usual, shaking your head at Theseus “no he’s just drunk. He did this exact same thing last time- except I thought he was concussed then,” you breathed out, looking back at your boyfriend in wonder.

 You stayed at the club for another hour or so, glad to catch up with Theseus and Leta even though you were very distracted by how handsy and cuddly Newt was being. Theseus of course found the whole situation to be hilarious and decided to start correcting his brother, grinning at how increasingly frustrated Newt was growing.

“Water for my wife!” Newt announced proudly, setting a glass in front of you and only spilling a bit of it as he returned to his spot beside you, slinging his arm around your waist.

 “Your girlfriend you mean,” Theseus corrected with a slight smirk when Leta shot him an exasperated look.

 “No. Wife.”

 “Girlfriend.”

 “Wife.”

 And even Leta was starting to smile now watching the brothers bicker while you just watched on with a bewildered smile.

 “Oh you mean, MY wife?”, Theseus questioned, mocking confusion as he reached for your hand, gesturing to himself.

 “No!”, Newt huffed, slapping Theseus’ hand away and curling his arm around you tighter and this time Leta grinned as she decided to tease her friend too, taking your hand in her own.

 “My wife?”, she smirked, pressing a loud smooch to the back of your hand making you giggle.

 “NO!” Newt gasped with wide eyes, looking so miserable that you quickly took pity on him, slipping your hand out of Leta’s and cupping his face in your hands.

 “Okay okay! Honey I think it’s time we got you home”, you smiled sweetly at him before you brushed your lips against his and Newt promptly relaxed again.

 You said your goodbyes to Theseus and Leta before you made your way back to your flat with Newt. You didn’t correct him once, allowing yourself to enjoy the illusion of being Mrs. Scamander like you so wished to be.

 And when Newt woke the following morning with a pounding headache you were beside him waiting with a light breakfast and a cup of tea ready for him.

 “Merlin, did I do anything embarrassing last night?” Newt groaned, setting his hand on your knee as he sat up gingerly.

 “Not at all my, love,” you smiled, passing him his tea and leaning in to press a kiss to his head “nothing at all.”

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