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Once Upon A Time...

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

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

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None, just heartbreak :(

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The day was September 18th, 1927.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Theseus!”

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell is going on?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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➵Warnings: Suggestive-ish, just fluff

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➵a/n: I posted this originally on my Wattpad, so I scooted it over here, I hope you enjoy. 

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i love the idea of working on the filmmaking team for one of timothée’s movie. and boy does he have an eye on you. everyone knows it, he is very obvious about his feelings. which is why the staff always sends you to fetch him when he’s being impossible. which he only does when he’s craving some extra attention. and maybe you love it, and are feeding into it. which is why you’re starting to wear more dresses and skirts. so that when you go to get him and are pretending to tell him off, he can look up at you from his seat while he grazes his knuckles on your thigh, just under the hem of your skirt. 

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in case y’all couldn’t tell from my “black!reader” fan-fics :) btw recently got into criminal minds and i may or may not be obsessed with a certain doctor spencer reid/matthew gray gubler so be on the look out for all that! :)

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Fated Audition

A/N: Hey, guys! This is my first ever imagine (so, I hope you all like it) but, in all honesty, it was so much fun to write! I decided to start writing b/c there aren’t a lot of stories where “Y/N” is a black girl, so I decided to write some! Hopefully, you all (regardless of race), like this - and please send in requests! I do imagine for most fandoms, not just Timothee (it’s just today I’ve fallen extra in love with him, lol). Enjoy!

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Y/N’s made it to the final rounds of auditions for a fantasy movie where Timothee plays her prince charming. However, upon discovering that she’s black, the producer wants nothing to do with her. Quite the opposite, Timothee becomes infatuated with her.

Warning: None, really. Just a kind of racist producer

The auditioning process had taken months, but everyone was relieved that it was finally coming to a close. The fantasy film was set to be one of the most highly anticipated movies of 2019, all before production had even begun. So far, the only role that had been cast was the role of the prince, and it went to none other than the handsome Timothee Chalamet.

For the past month, open casting calls had been held across the country, where thousands of vying young actresses competed for the coveted role. As the search came to a close, the pool had been narrowed down to twelve young ladies who had stood out.

At the final audition, the casting room was buzzing with excitement. The movie’s producer, director, and male lead had been invited to help make the final decision, and all twelve of the young ladies were excited to meet Timothee Chalamet. He, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. He never did well with women, and now he was expected to run lines with twelve women that he didn’t know.

Inside the official auditioning room, there sat the movie’s director, producer, writer, the male lead, and a few casting managers who had helped out in the previous auditions. The director was talking to Timothee while the producer flipped through the auditioners’ headshots that were laid out on the table. As he flipped through them, one by one, he gave a pleased nod at his selection choice. That was until he got to the last picture.

“Is this some kind of joke?” he exclaimed, quickly separating the picture from the rest and showing it to everyone in the room.

“Oh, Y/N!” one of the casting managers smiled, “She’s actually one of our top candidates.”

“Like hell, she is!” the producer continued, “If I wanted a black actress, I would’ve called Amandla Stenberg or some shit. You can’t expect people to actually pay to watch her!”

Everyone in the room exchanged uneasy glances, unable to form words. Should they agree? Disagree? After all, he was their boss. “And look at her skin, honestly, it’s too dark to actually pop on camera. And that hair! We’ll have to hire extra people just to tame it!”

As the producer continued on his rant, Timothee took a small peak at the picture.

The first thought that formulated in his mind was, “Wow, she really is dark.” But, unlike the producer, he was enthralled with her skin. It was a deep shade of melanin, but it popped all on its own. Her eyes seemed to shine brighter in contrast to her skin, and her wide smile almost made him smile. And, he can’t forget her hair. Why would anyone need to tame her hair? It held such beauty and elegance in its wild manner if that made any sense. It resembled a crown that sat atop her head, commanding attention.

“What was her name, again?” Timothee said, interrupting the producer’s rant.

“Umm, Y/N” the casting manager apprehensively said.

Y/N. He said the name in his head and then mouthed it to feel it fall off his tongue. It wasn’t an American name, he could tell that. Just like her hair, it was a name that demanded attention - like the name of royalty.

Unfortunately, he was awakened from his trance when the angry producer called for the first applicants to come in. Timothee hoped it was Y/N. But, it wasn’t.

Eleven candidates later, and he was itching to finally meet Y/N. The candidates had been talented, no doubt, but Timothee didn’t feel right acting with them. As they each ran a scene with him, it didn’t feel natural.

When the eleventh candidate had left (after giving Timothee a seductive wink), it was finally time for Y/N to give her audition.

“Waste of time.” the producer grumbled as he hunched in his chair, but Timothee gave him no mind. Do you know that feeling when you get when you feel like something is about to happen that’ll completely change everything? Akin to dread, but different; positive. As he waited for Y/N to enter the room, he was certain his life was about to change.

And, suddenly, there she was. She slowly entered the room, surveying everyone. Just like in her headshot, she had a wide smile on her alluringly plump lips as she advanced and shook everyone’s hand. When she got to Timothee, he stared into her large brown eyes and she looked into his green ones. Her eyes weren’t a simple brown, however, it seemed as if flecks of gold danced around, catching the light. At that moment, brown became his favorite color.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Let me just say it’s an honor to have made it this far.” She said, playing with one of her braids. Timothee was slightly disappointed - he wanted to see her hair as he had seen in the headshot.

“We’re gonna jump right in, then” the producer gruffly interrupted, which caused Y/N’s smile to slightly waver. “As you should know, you’ll be reading a scene with Timothee. This is the part where the princess is forced to say good-bye to her prince before marrying the evil prince. Are you ready?”

She nodded, looking at me once more. She moved to the center of the room, and Timothee followed. He prayed to God her entrancing eyes didn’t cause me to forget my lines.

“And… action!” the director called.

“Our story can’t end like this” she whispered, furrowing her eyebrows, and looking at the ground.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself, before delivering his lines. “Our story may be ending, but yours is only beginning.” He said, reaching out of clasp her petite hands in his. “You don’t see it now, love, but this is best. For you. For me. For our kingdoms.”

“Don’t say that,” she said through clenched teeth, her voice slightly wavering. “We both know that… that monster won’t do anyone any good.” She took a hitched breath before delivering her next line, almost in a whisper. “We’ll be expected to have children. I’ll have to lay with that horrible creature. How is that good for anyone?”

She finally looked up at me, and my heart sank. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and her eyes were brimming with more to follow. Her eyes darted back and forth looking into mine, rendering me virtually useless. She had me under a spell.

“...How is that good for anyone?” she repeated, squeezing my hand to prompt me to deliver my next line.

“If you left with me, I would bring you into a world of pain and trouble. I love you too much to do that.”

“If you loved me you would save me. Please, I beg of you, stop this nonsense and take me as your wife!” she exclaimed, sobs now raking through her body. She slowly buries her hand into my chest, as I simply stand there. I have an urge to hug her back, but my character wouldn’t. The prince is trying to forget the princess, so this hug would only make him fall harder for her. “You know if the laws of this land permitted it I would’ve asked you. Now, I ask - nay, beg - you to ask me. Ask… and I shall be yours.”

She is utterly phenomenal. From the corner of my eyes, I see the producer leaning forward in his seat, obviously intrigued. She looks up at me with sad eyes, the tears continuing to cascade down.

“My love…” I trail. That’s where I should stop. In these auditions, I’m not obligated to kiss any of the actresses. But, something comes over me… I choose to continue the scene.

I slowly tuck my index finger under her chin and tentatively lift in up. I furrow my eyebrows, asking for permission.

Instead, she rises to meet my halfway, connecting our lips. I move my hand that previously rest under her chin to cup her cheek, and my other hand travels to the small of her back. And, for a minute of pure bliss, we simple kiss.

“Cut!” the director repeats three times before she begins to back away because God knows I wouldn’t have broken it.

My hand rests against her cheek, and I feel it get a little warmer. I can’t truly tell because of her dark complexion, but I think she’s blushing.

“That was… some audition” she chuckles, taking a step back. I let my hand fall and chuckle in response. I’m sure that my face is crimson red, and I try my best to let my hair hide my face.

“It sure does look like we found our princess,” the producer says, to everyone’s surprise. He walks over and shakes Y/N’s hand and her smile widens even more.

As she excitedly professes her gratitude, I can’t help but look at her again. Oh God, how the hell am I gonna work with her for months and not fall for her?