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poeticallyspiteful · 9 months

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Hi there.

Maybe a newt x f reader where reader its a healer ( doctor) . reader was a friend of theseus and they were working on a case from the Ministry of magic. Thank you so much ❤️

kiss it better

newt scamander x reader

fluff (making out)

cw: unedited, blood, a lil bit of ~suggestiveness~/(okay a lot a bit of suggestiveness i write like a romance novelist sometimes lol sorry not sorry), making out, newt is ripped and hot as hell

summary: newt gets injured and theseus knows the perfect person to kiss it better.

notes: thank you so much for the request love!!! i wasn’t sure exactly what you were looking for with this one so i just used my imagination so i do hope you like it. feel free to request something more if you don’t though :))

16+ please!!

“theseus, this is ridiculous, let go of me.”

it was a small cut, just a little one. a small mishap with alone of his creatures, that was all. such a tiny little ailment.

“it is bleeding profusely and goes all the way across your stomach, newt!” theseus exclaimed, pulling his brothers coat sleeve like a child dragging their parents through a candy store. “she’s very nice, you know that.”

oh, newt knew you were nice— that was the problem. you were so nice, so pretty, so incredibly everything that newt could hardly bare it. years and years of friendship with you and he could hardly even contain his joy at the sound of your laugh, at the mere sight of you. it made it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to exist when all he could focus on was you.

“you’re working a case, theseus,” newt sighed, allowing his brother to pull him up the stairs to your apartment. “she’s probably reviewing files or something, it would be rude to interrupt her work.”

but the scamander brothers were already outside your door, and theseus was already knocking. before newt could brace himself for the wave of love sickness that would inevitably hit him the second he saw you, the door swung open and there you were; nice, pretty, perfect.

“hi newt, theseus,” you greeted, chest heaving (you may have ran across the apartment the second you’d heard their voices coming down the hall) “what can i— oh merlin’s beard.”

newt looked down, unsurprised to see the blood had seeped through his white shirt. he gave you a lopsided smile and you rolled your eyes, a pitiful attempt to avoid eye contact with the boyish man before you.

“come inside.”

theseus all but shoved newt inside, already straightening out his suit and brushing the left over floo powder off of his shirt. he looked up to you and his brother, unphased by the confused look on your faces.

“well, i best be off.”

you gawked at him. “your— your not going to stay?” you asked. he shook his head. “theseus! your brother is injured and you’re leaving?”

“we have a case!”

“it’s really okay,” newt said, bashfully, suddenly reminding you of the reason they were there.

scoffing, you turned back to newt, waving your friend off. “workaholic,” you murdered as you began searching for your emergency bandage kit.

and with that, theseus shut the door— but not before sending his brother a mischievous wink. newt felt a shiver down his spine.

sneaky bastard.

you finally found the small red box, pulling it open and rifling through it for a disinfectant and some gaws, as well as a mini suture kit.

glancing up at newt through your eyelashes, you hummed expectantly. “shirt off,” you ordered, some foreign sort of confidence surging through you.

newt swore all the brain cells left his mind. “pardon?” he chocked, suddenly not too concerned with his injuries.

“i can’t exactly fix you through the shirt. now c’mon, we don’t have all day,” you explained.

quickly, newt obeyed, shedding his baggy coat and undoing the bloodied buttons. very quickly, he felt exposed, but the bashful look on your face made him feel more smug than anything.

you had never seen newt shirtless before now, but my lord, did you wish the sight to be engraved in your mind till the day you died. you could see the viens that traveled up his tanned arms, and as shocked to see his biceps had been rather toned under that jacket all this time. his freckles spanned all down his chest and arms as well, dancing around the thin scars across him.

for a man so cute and clever, he was sure an enthralling sight to see.

clearing your throat, you finally looked down at the wound intently, relieved to see it didn’t look like too hard of a fix. with some shallow sutures and cleaning, he’d be better in no time.

“not too bad,” you murmured without thinking, entire body going cold at the implication. shit. the clever smile on newts face grew. “i— i meant the cut isn’t too bad, doesn’t look, y’know, infected.”

“good,” newt agreed, leaning back on his arms. his abdomen tensed at the movement and he hissed at the pain. “ouch.”

before you could look at him too closely, or think too much apparently, you knealt down infront of him. however, as he opened his legs to allow you space between them, you realized the predicament you’d put yourself in.

holy fucking shit.

you looked up hesitantly, feeling your heart race at the way newt looked down at you; nervous and kind, like he was just as surprised by your position as you were.

“this might sting a little,” you announced, trying to redirect his (and yours) attention back to the real reason you were on your knees.

carefully, you wiped the cotton pad across the cut, cleaning up the blood around the wound. newt hissed again, hands gripping the blanket laid across your couch. you had to will yourself to keep your eyes on the wound.

“almost done,” you reassured, finally looking up to see newts eyes screwed shut in pain. quickly, you dabbed at the far end of the wound, bringing your hands down quickly. “all done.”

newt sighed in relief, swallowing roughly. he glanced down to his stomach, feeling his head buzz as you looked back up at him. “whatcha thinking, doc?” he teased.

you could’ve died at the irony. you could not tell him what you were thinking right now.

“well, it’ll only need a few stitches at the edges there on the left, but it should be fine otherwise. just some bandages and you’ll be good,” you answered.

“no magic?” he asked.

“sadly, my regulations to do these sorts of healing charms only spans as far as britain,” you replied. “i’m working on getting the papers here in the states, but for now, just my handy work.”

newt smiled, another grin which made you weak in the knees. “your handy work is quite good.”

you ignored the heat in your face from the praise as you began you sutures. you felt newt shiver under your hands as they fluttered across his stomach, tracing the stitches and looking for any imperfections. finally satisfied with the stitching, you taped some bandages across them, and stood up once you were done. three easy steps, and nothing went wrong—

as you took a step back, you stumbled over the edge of your rug, fumbling backwards as you tried to regain your balance. before you realized what had happened, you felt newts hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you forward.

and forward was onto his lap.

you had spoken too soon.

you caught yourself with a tight grip on his bare shoulders, the skin soft and hot under your hands. your face was barely an inch from his, and your eyes met his in a brief moment of panic.

“s-sorry, i just didn’t want you to hit your head on the coffee table,” newt whispered, eyes darting form your eyes to your lips and back again nervously. he seemed very regretful of his action at first, but he didn’t budge to move you off of him, hands gripping the flesh around your hips.

“t-thank you,” you stammered, gathering all your strength not to squirm in his arms, your heart beating faster than your blood could pump.

newts eyes found yours again, thumbs making small circles in your hip bone. “have i ever told you that you’re very pretty?” the low rasp of his voice could’ve made you faint on any ordinary day, but given that you were practically straddling him, nothing could’ve made you more lightheaded. “especially up so close.”

“newt,” you whispered.

“what, love?”

“please kiss me.”

newt closed the gap without a second thought, kissing you gently. his lips were soft, but needy, pulling away and coming back for more over and over and over again. his hands traveled from your hips all the way up to your head, resting on your jaw. you moved your hands up his neck, playing with the curls on the nape.

you whined as he pulled away entirely, pulling him impossibly closer to yourself. “why’d you stop?”

“isn’t there a rule about strenuous activities post surgery?” he teased, laughing as he pressed another kiss to your lips briefly; he had waited too long to do this and he didn’t wanna stop now. “making out seems pretty strenuous to me.”

“i’ll kiss it better.”

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lacollectionneuse1967 · 4 months

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remembering you - part 2

Theseus Scamander x Reader

summary: the truth of your and theseus's shared past comes to light at a very public venue.

fem!reader. theseus scamander x reader.

category: romance.

warnings: brief but GRAPHIC descriptions of gore (war flashback).

part one / part two

“I don’t think I’ve ever done anything that wasn’t expected of me.” The curse of the good son. The thought comes to Theseus unbidden.

Even joining the magical resistance at the beginning of the war felt like some preordained line of reasoning that he only had to follow.

He’d vowed to his parents that he’d always do what’s right for his community. He’d been asked to help, so he did. In all realms of life, he tried to be helpful and do what was asked of him.

He didn’t have to think about it.

But then: You.

Y/N swept into his life and spun his head around, turned his whole belief system upside down. He can only think of one other girl who struck him so profoundly, reached inside his chest and tugged him back into his body and the present moment, but that was years ago, and their encounter had been so brief…

The principles by which Theseus lived his life were simple ones.

Restraint. Generosity. Order.

All dashed to pieces with the touch of your lips. When you'd asked him to kiss you his only thought had been "Mercy." He’d started undressing you by instinct. He’d taken you on his desk, it seems more like an unwieldy fantasy than a memory.

He’s at home now. Dumbstruck at his kitchen table, glass of whiskey untouched.

He has the strangest desire to call his brother.

Newt, of all people! But he was probably galavanting around the world looking for Wrackspurts or trying to teach a Doxy to play fetch. They hadn’t spoken in so long, and Theseus had been negligent when it came to showing interest in his brother’s work besides that. He couldn't call on him now.

Theseus just needs someone to tell him what to do.

He doesn’t know what happened in his office. He just wanted to put his hands on you and then, once he did, he started burning up inside and couldn’t stop.

Y/N, Y/N, Y/N….

Your name was like a drumbeat driving him to insanity. A trance-inducing chant.

“What’s become of me?” he thinks, helplessly, head in his hands. “I’ve gone mad.”

He was supposed to marry well, unfussily and unremarkably. Find a respectable woman from a good wizarding family after building up his reputation as an Auror. He’d never touched a woman the way he'd touched you, so brazenly, so honestly, so entirely overcome with desire.

He’d never thought much of love.

Even before today, he’d been distracted at work. Powerless, really. Writing to you occupied his every thought. Even when you took a little longer to respond, what he felt wasn’t impatience but agony. He hung onto your every word. His default daydream had become storming down to the Department of Magical Games and Sports and standing before you, making you see him, he loved you and he wanted you to deal with it too.

“Tomorrow,” he thinks and it eases some of the tension. He blows out the candle floating above his kitchen table and gives up on the whiskey, snatching the glass and pouring it down the drain.

Tomorrow he’s decided to tell you that he needs you, that he loves you, although he’s not sure what it means yet. Maybe that will help him clear his head, silence that roaring need. Confessing to you will be like letting blood.

Yesterday your beauty had taken him by surprise, discomposed him, yes. But he reminds himself that he knows you. From your letters.

He loved you then too.

And, aside from his feelings, he doubts there are any real secrets now between you.

-----------------

You want to ask Theseus if he dreams about the war too.

You wonder how many people in Britain return there, to that same reeking, muddied place lit-up with gunfire, in their dreams every night. You wonder if you could meet him there.

But no, Theseus wasn't in the trenches. He wouldn't know about how the mud is different there. Evil. Cursed. You'd long given up on trying to describe it to your sister, make her understand.

No wizards, not even those a part of the underground resistance, were in the trenches.

Your powers were wasted down there, how silly and indulgent magic seemed with people dying everywhere, dying badly, with less dignity and honor than stray dogs.

You remember trying to use magic wherever you could anyways. You remember your hands and your medical knowledge being, shockingly, more useful. When a man's limbs are shattered in opposite directions, when a man's face has been shot off, when a man is bleeding out, when a man....

You remember that first night, after Theseus and your family had left you, the numb-shock of seeing a man's brains for the first time. The sensation that came over you was less startling and more like paralysis or ice water. They were grey and had splattered onto your face and the ground before you. The men shoved his body over the top of the trench, throwing him at you to save him, not realizing he had a hole in his head. You stared at the soft, grey chunks on the floor and your mind unfeelingly conjured up images from the kitchen: chicken hearts, boiled ground meats, uncooked egg whites. It was so random you'd almost laughed.

War made the grotesque banal.

And all for what? That pointless tract of wasteland. Bodies at various states of decay, laid out like a rotting carpet.

You wonder what Theseus did to get called a war hero, you didn't think there were any heroes in the Great War. To you it was a tragedy of gross political malpractice.

They made a grave of your home in France. You couldn't have returned there, not ever.

You only ever went back there in dreams, where you couldn't seem to remember that the war was over.

It made you feel guilty in a distant, half-realized way, how you never wanted to talk about it or think about it in your waking life. When your siblings wrote down your name in a tribute to the combat nurses at last year's Armistice Day, you'd been blind with rage. Inconsolable with a nameless, blooming betrayal. "Nameless" because you couldn't say what they had betrayed.

Which is why this year's Armistice Day, today, you'd resolved to avoid all grief celebrations and talk of glory and war and to think only of the future. Of happy things. Of Theseus.

Theseus.

Yesterday you'd slept with him.

You'd actually taken him into your arms and body and then just let him take and take and take. You'd only asked for a kiss, but you'd found yourself unable to say anything but yes and please to him.

This fact made you blush the whole way home. Made you unfold his "goodnight" message from days before and read it again and again just to see the ink of his writing on paper, just to prove that what existed between the two of you was real.

At work yesterday he'd kept writing to you, just like he promised. Afterward, at the end of the day, he came to your desk and walked you to the Atrium, kept his hands in his pockets and looked at you fondly when you spoke, with an attention like sweetness. He was a gentleman--what happened in his office aside--indisputably so. You'd felt good and safe by his side. Like you belonged there.

Until you got home.

It was your mistake to open up to your sister. It didn't help that she kept saying that she couldn't believe you, that she'd kill him, that "it's all so unromantic."

You spared her the details, but you wanted to just blurt out and admit that it was the both of you begging for the other at intervals.

He'd gotten down on his knees, for crying out loud! He didn't coerce you into anything. All he coerced were inappropriate noises from your mouth, but, no, you couldn't tell your sister that...

Your argument continues in the morning, picks up where it left off right after breakfast.

"I just feel like you gave up more than you bargained for, Y/N. Because you like him so much you're more at risk of-"

"I didn't 'give up' anything! God, I can't believe you."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"No, it's fine, really!" You're grabbing your keys and shoving them into your purse with force, pointedly not fine. "For the record, he was the one who said he liked me. And I was the one who asked him to kiss me, again! I'm not a child. The only thing I'm at risk of is finally getting what I want."

Your sister cries easily, famously. You can see it mounting now in the tremble of her lip. It almost topples over into a sob when she whines, "I love you Y/N! I don't want you to get hurt."

"He likes me! He's my friend. We've been talking for weeks."

"What if he..." your sister hesitates and for some reason it humiliates you, her censoring herself for the sake of your feelings.

Your shoulders go rigid.

"What?" you snap. "What if he what?"

She shakes her head but when you don't relent she speaks grudgingly.

"What if he does this a lot? Casual sex. Spontaneously sleeping with women. Maybe even coworkers. I just want to be sure you're on the same page, Y/N. He means so much to you, I know that, and he always has. But he doesn't even remember you...."

Sick. You feel a swaying illness in your chest and gut. For a moment you taste bile.

Her words hurt so bad that you don't even feel pain, the fight in you just dies instantaneously.

He doesn't even remember you...

"Okay," you say, staring blankly at her. "Okay..."

"Y/N-" your sister stands from her chair suddenly, but you jerk away from her.

"It's fine. Theseus can do what he pleases. Thank you for your concern, but I don't want to talk about it anymore."

You leave for work.

------

The chaos at the Ministry mirrors the chaos in your head, which isn't any real consolation.

Whizzing baubles and streaming banners are still being put up in the Atrium, the center of which lies a hulking, rectangular platform, scattered hauntingly with red poppies. It sort of reminds you of gallows, though you doubt anyone else would appreciate the humor in your observation.

The Ministry always did some sort of luncheon or memorial for Armistice Day.

Speeches, honors, sometimes a little parade, sometimes, conversely, observing four minutes of silence. The thought of being asked to go on stage horrified you more than the Western Front had.

As you walk to your desk, you think about Theseus again. You think about the war. Both inevitable, given the circumstances.

You think about the service he rendered your father and your siblings that night. You think about the chivalry he demonstrated in letting you hold onto your girlhood for a bit longer, his hand framing your face as he left it untouched and denied you a kiss.

You think about him letting you stay for the Battle of Verdun, and how it never made sense to you and it still doesn't now...

You have to know.

"I'll tell him," you think. "I'll tell him today."

------

There's a memo waiting for you at your desk. It makes your heart patter in gross relief.

"He likes me. He likes me," you remind yourself.

Your sister's words this morning must've really gotten to you.

"Urgent matter for the Interdepartmental Liaison of the Department of Mysteries!!!"

You roll your eyes. You're smiling stupidly at the paper as you write your response.

"Theseus, you can't keep writing 'URGENT' at the beginning of all of your memos. It's cryptic and dishonest and it loses its intended effect."

"Okay, fine. I was just going to ask if it would be terribly uncouth if I asked you to meet me in my office before the memorial so I could kiss you a bit?"

The thought of him putting his hands on you affects you more than you'd ever admit. You look around the office, blushing, as if anyone could read the paper from so far away. This man was driving you insane.

"Well, that's one way to honor the troops. You are a veteran so I suppose there's no turning you down."

You want to see him, you do. But you have a mission today from your Department. It couldn't wait and he couldn't know.

You're hoping to use the Armistice Day events to talk to Mr. Bragg, the Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, or maybe sneak into his office. Too much time has elapsed already, you need to find out whether or not he is really betraying the Ministry for Grindelwald.

Theseus's reply is surprisingly earnest.

"Huh, I always thought today was more about honoring the fallen than honoring the veterans."

"True. Maybe no kissing until it's over?"

"Deal. I'll see if I can write you into my schedule."

"Not funny."

"If you want to see me so bad you could always commit a crime and I'll come arrest you?"

"Hey, you're the one who asked to see me!! And threatening me with a good time is beneath you."

You see a lone blot of ink fade-in from where his quill is pressed down onto the paper on his end. He's trying to decide what to write.

When the words come at last they are so simple and candid and enticing. Theseus has never been afraid of honesty or affection.

"I like you so much."

You laugh aloud. If he was here you'd kiss him breathless.

"Yes, you said that already."

"Forget the kiss, I'd kill even to hear your laugh in person. To see your face."

"I like you so much too."

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You're the last person from your level to make your way down to the Atrium for the Armistice ceremony. The noise from below sounds more like a motorcade than a memorial. Honking trumpets, trilling drumroll, applause. Funnily enough, you think your coworker Ana is the one speaking now, snatched the microphone from the Minister of Magic himself.

In fact, by the looks of it, you might've missed some of the ceremony already.

The Atrium is packed with people. Ministry workers brought their spouses, some their entire families. Well-dressed witches and wizards not affiliated with the Ministry have also come in droves.

You scoot along the edge of the room, moving sideways towards the stage, craning your neck to find Mr. Bragg.

The periodic sound of applause crashes down like heavy rainfall, the way it drowns everything out. It's a bit stuffy from all the body heat, and your clothes cling to your body uncomfortably.

As you approach the stage, you stop pushing forward and look up in shock to see Theseus's face. He doesn't see you, and you're glad for the chance to just look at him outright. God knows you could look at him forever.

He's waltzing down the steps of the platform smiling broadly. His gait is relaxed, he's comfortable in his skin despite the attention of being on stage, which is something you envy. There's a ribbon on his lapel and a red flower stuck in his suit pocket, a few men and women are trailing behind him.

They must have just honored the wizards who fought.

Next would presumably be some ceremony for the Ministry workers to honor their dead. Last year they'd done a magical memorial with floating lanterns. This year you'd been told it would involve stones, or maybe it was flowers? You didn't want to stick around.

It was painful enough carrying your losses inside of you, seeing loss and grief paraded and exploded all around you didn't feel therapeutic or healing for you the way it seemed to feel for the rest of the nation.

"Y/N!"

You turn without grace, neck jerking painfully. The sight of Mr. Bragg's face startles you, makes you feel found out. It's difficult for you to rein in your surprise. You have to shout over the sound of Ana talking onstage.

"M-Mr. Bragg!"

The older man smiles. He's with his department friends and his cheeks are rosy. Drunk, maybe. They're holding the flask between them like schoolboys, drawing more attention to it really.

It seems disrespectful to you. Most Ministry workers waited until after the memorial ceremony to start celebrating the end of the war and drinking to "peace."

But Mr. Bragg and his colleagues look positively jubilant.

"My girl! I was just telling these gentlemen how we have a real Unspeakable in our midsts now! Tell them how good the Department of Magical Games and Sports has been treating you, why don't you? Better than the Department of Mysteries, eh?"

The men he's with laugh and jostle him, they're about to turn back to the stage.

You're still reeling, sputtering from surprise, but you have to spit it out now, take your chance.

"Mr. Bragg! Wait!"

His colleagues' eyes go wide in delight, one of them looks as if he's about to bark an inappropriate comment. Mr. Bragg looks taken aback at your newfound attention.

It was nearly 1930 and some of the men in the Ministry still had such backward ideas about women, even coworkers, it took everything in you not to roll your eyes.

"Yes, darling?" Mr. Bragg's answering smile is eager and smug. Self-satisfied.

Gag.

"Um, I was hoping to talk to you in your office after the ceremony? About my position as liaison." He looks suddenly bored, turned off, so you give him your most flattering smile and add, coyly, "Alone. If you're not too busy, that is?"

That seems to gratify him. He adjusts his jacket impressively in front of his colleagues. One of them wriggles his brow indiscreetly and nudges him.

"Of course, Miss Y/L/N! It's about time you and I had a good talk, one on one."

Again, gag.

You smile, and it's a strain to, before bowing your head in thanks and moving on.

Well, at least that was settled. You could drill him with questions after the ceremony and, during the ceremony, you could poke around in his office for evidence of betrayal. It was perfect.

Too perfect.

It was your mistake for lingering near the stage. For coming at all, really.

It sends a jolt of liquid panic down your spine when you hear your name, magically amplified for the whole crowd to hear. It booms throughout the entire Atrium. It's bizarre to the point of feeling dreamlike.

"Oh, and is that Y/N? Miss Y/L/N! Please join us on stage! Everyone, how can we forget to honor our wartime nurses?"

This isn't real. If the crowd hadn't parted to stare at you after all of Ana's pointing, you would've continued walking away.

A man jumps off-stage to escort you to the staircase.

You're past the point of being able to speak or object.

Once onstage you stare out at the crowd unseeingly. The tops of so many heads. You'd rather be at the summit of some great height, looking out at some cloudscape. Your fear of heights seemed healthy, whereas your stage fright was a simultaneously useless and formidable thing.

You regret befriending Ana. You regret telling her about the war, telling her anything about yourself at all.

You are sweating.

And, impossibly, Ana is still talking.

"-and at only sixteen years old! As a volunteer wartime nurse, Y/N Y/L/N stayed for the entire ten months of brutal fighting at the Battle of Verdun in Northern France. 300,000 dead and 400,000 wounded. She saved countless lives, muggle and wizardkind alike, indiscriminately. These combat nurses were the foundation of-"

Her last commendation draws some uncomfortable shifting and impressed gasps from the crowd. It's a mixed reaction, as views of blood purity were equally mixed.

Ana, in an asinine but expected turn of events, is still talking.

But you're no longer listening. You can't.

There are so many people in the crowd, but your gaze locks on Theseus almost immediately. You see his expression change in realization, his eyes widen and his jaw flexes, almost undetectably.

When he tears his gaze from Ana to you, you turn away.

He knows. Even if he doesn't remember, he knows.

You only know Ana's finished talking because of the crashing noise of applause, like the shore breaking on a cliffside. Your ears burn. You keep your head low as you exit the stage.

This isn't how you wanted it to happen.

You're torn between wanting to explain yourself and wanting to escape. Heart hammering, cutting through the crowd, you choose the latter.

You make for a secluded alcove of the Atrium, far from the crowd at its center, and sit on a marble bench.

You never lied to Theseus. If anything he was the one who lied. He said he'd remember you. He'd promised.

"It's okay," you repeatedly run your hands over the material of your skirt, over your thighs. It's meant to be reassuring, grounding. You don't feel like it's working. "It's okay, Y/N."

You'd like to say it was the stage fright at work, but no. It was the way he looked at you that was so upsetting. He looked at you like the earth was shattering.

"Y/N!"

Your head lurches upwards from where it's bent over.

It's shocking to you, the sight of him. As shocking as it was to see him in his soldier's uniform, standing in your doorframe on that night all those years ago.

"Y/N," Theseus walks over with heavy footsteps. He looks winded and undone, like he'd run to find you. His voice is weak. "It's.... How can it be you?"

There's a desolate longing to your returning stare. Your chest hurts. You're shaking your head, trying to dispel some of that tightness in your heart.

"You said you didn't need a name to remember me...."

"Did you remember me?"

"Of course," you're speaking so fiercely, he doesn't deserve it but you can't help it. "Right away."

Why is it more embarrassing to be the one who remembers? It's even more embarrassing than being forgotten.

"That's why I stopped writing to you that day," you add pathetically. "After I saw your face at the Ministry, I'd put the pieces together. All it took was once glance."

Theseus sits down beside you on the bench, still looking adrift. At a loss of what to do with this information.

"You must be disappointed," he says at last. "And you must think me a fool."

"Well... I don't think you're a fool," you hope that doesn't reveal your disappointment, but his pained wince suggests the opposite.

"I should have known," he says with newfound vigor. "You really haven't changed, have you? Even after your coming-of-age, you're still as stubborn as ever."

That makes you laugh, dreary as the sound is.

"I didn't come of age I just sort of... came through."

He laughs at that. "You know, I've seen far more of your siblings."

"Really?"

"They didn't tell you?"

"No, not really..." None of you liked to talk about your father's death or the period surrounding it. Too painful.

"Well, I spent a good week with them. With your father too, obviously. I had to make sure he was receiving proper care."

"Did you speak to them?"

"Your sister didn't understand much of what I was saying, the same for your father. But I spoke with your brother often, his English wasn't half bad."

You groan. "What did you talk about?"

Theseus seems pleased. Eager to demonstrate to you how much he remembers.

"Of course I asked him if you really were a combat nurse, had to make sure I didn't just send a teenager to her death," Theseus explains. "So he told me about the first time you came to help out in the trenches. Some story about the men catcalling you, telling you ways to make yourself prettier, and you shouting 'It's not my job to be beautiful!' at them and tightening the tourniquet of the man you were working on. Your brother told me he yelped so loud that none of the other men dared to bother you again."

You laugh breathlessly. It's so strange to hear the memory come out of Theseus's mouth. Everything about this feels impossible. Ridiculous.

"Did my brother share any other anecdotes about me?" You turn to Theseus with a wry look on your face.

This is oddly pleasant. Doesn't feel so awful anymore, unearthing the past together.

"I wish," Theseus's smile is toothy and endearing. Sly look in his eyes. "Naturally I asked almost exclusively about you. When he talked about you he called you by some pet name? I tried to use it to find you after the war before I realized it was only a nickname."

That makes your heart stir.

It was stupid. Impossible.

An unhappy coincidence. Those were all that seemed to keep you apart.

Theseus had tried to find you.

But [your brother's name] was so young at the time, he'd only ever thought of you as [your nickname] and never "Y/N." It wasn't his fault.

"I was so curious about you," Theseus continues. "Although I was proud of myself for not kissing you... You were too young. And I was relieved it was me who left last and not one of the other poor sods who came along, who knows what they would've done if a girl like you asked for a kiss."

"I wouldn't have asked them!" you protest, and his smile as he shirks off your playful hit splits your heart, you love him so.

Theseus raises an eyebrow, still smiling. "No? I thought you just wanted your first kiss before the battle. Didn't matter from who."

You shake your head.

"No.... I didn't even think to want to be kissed until I saw you. And until I realized my life was going to change forever. I'm an opportunist, I guess..."

The last part is meant to be a joke but he's not reacting accordingly anymore, he's hanging onto your every word.

And he's definitely looking at you too seriously for you to admit that you found him severely attractive. And kind. Observant and receptive, like he saw through you. Mostly handsome.

"I just," you cringe at yourself. Cower away from his searching eye-contact.

"What?" he prods. His smile is teasing this time, like he's hoping to charm the truth out of you.

"I just wish..." you wince at the words as you say them. "That you would've remembered me. It sounds silly, but I used to think about that night a lot as a girl. I handed over my siblings and my father to you, and I would've given you my first kiss, and more than that maybe... I still don't understand why you let me stay and fight in Verdun. I suppose it makes me feel even more silly, knowing it didn't mean as much to you."

The more you speak the more you watch his expression dampen. Theseus purses his lips unhappily.

"I'm new at this, Y/N."

"New at what?" You don't know what he means.

"And I'm already messing it up, aren't I?"

"Theseus," you say. "I haven't any idea what you're talking about."

"I just," he dips his head back in frustration. "I have thought of you and that night, often. I just never imagined you as a grown woman, Y/N. During the war, you'd become something like a guardian angel in my mind. Forever sixteen. But when I met you two days ago, I knew..."

It's so difficult for him to find the words it seems. He keeps grimacing and shaking his head to himself.

"I knew when my body reacted that way to seeing you. Every part of me rejoiced when I saw you sitting at your desk. It wasn't like meeting you for the first time, it was uncanny. Like... immediate recognition. It felt like I was remembering you, Y/N."

You place a hand over his sympathetically. It's warm under yours. It still makes your head spin, touching him at all.

"You made such an impression on me, Y/N," he reassures.

"I was just a girl," you say, dismissively. "I was naive."

"You were courageous, more than me or any of my men. Braver than all the British Ministry. It shook me, meeting you. Reminded me why I decided to fight, I'd become so jaded."

You have nothing to say to that. He fills in the silence.

"So you didn't want to become a nurse after all then? After the war, I mean."

"I never wanted to be a nurse, I just..." Death all around you. You just wanted to stop feeling helpless. "I wanted to help."

"I never wanted to be a soldier," Theseus offers congenially. "I just wanted to do what's right. That night you reminded me why I was there in the first place. You reminded me to be brave. I was ashamed of how little I thought of the muggles. And there you were, going off on your own, risking your life for them. Before you, I just wanted to minimize losses. But you made me want to save people."

Your lip wavers. You're staring into his eyes, into that pure blue, that dark sea. It's entirely inappropriate, but you'd like very much to kiss him now. You won't ask this time. You'd like to press yourself against his suit, no words can articulate what you feel for him, but maybe you could show him.

But then he speaks again.

"Y/N," there's a guarded, defensive edge to his tone that makes you hesitant. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer this at all, but I have to ask. Was that your first kiss yesterday? In my office."

You can't help but bristle. You're embarrassed. The look on your face reveals everything, so there's no use in hiding it. Damn him.

"Yes," you admit, hotly. "Was it obvious or something?!"

He groans, looks pale. His reaction horrifies you further.

"I shouldn't have done that," he's saying, he looks like he's going to be sick. "Falling all over you like a dog---I should've made it gentle. Sweet. Demonstrated an iota of self-control-"

"It's fine," you raise a hand, made shy by his self-deprecation. "We didn't do anything wrong."

That does give him pause. Theseus stops mid-sentence, mouth hanging open. He has to recompose himself.

"You're right," he relents with a gentle shake of his head. "We didn't. I just mean... I would've made it good for you, Y/N."

"It was good," you insist. You're not sure if he's talking about kissing anymore.

"Let me try again, I'll get it right this time."

Your heart races.

You wonder when you'll get used to this, the knowledge that he wants to touch you, that he's going to give you what you want. Wonder when your body will stop reacting like a prey animal's every time you're near him, so strong is his effect on you. You want to run. No, you want to bare your neck, submit. Let love kill you.

Your sister's words from this morning are the only thing stopping you.

You have to close your eyelids before speaking.

"Theseus, do you...."

"Yes?" his smile is almost too dazzling for you to formulate a response.

"With other women... Do you do that sort of thing often? Not that it matters..."

For a stunned moment he doesn't react.

Then he is laughing at you. It startles you and hurts your feelings.

"Y/N, I don't--Oh, Y/N!" He hurriedly moves to reassure you when he notices the look on your face, reaching out and grabbing your arm. "Oh, no! I wasn't laughing at you, I swear."

"Theseus," you groan, hiding your face, humiliated.

"No, no," he says again, trying to gently pull your hands away so he can look you in the eyes. His hands are firm and persistent. He's still half-laughing as he speaks. "It's just that I've never done something like that before. Y/N, I don't know how to say it better, but I am dreadfully in love with you."

You look up sharply, instantaneously, to read his expression. It is serene and sincere.

No sign of a prank, no sign of a psychotic break.

Oh god. Your stomach plummets. He loves you.

He loves you.

"Theseus, I-"

"Y/N!"

Once again, Mr. Bragg has taken it upon himself to surprise you. You jerk away from Theseus on the bench.

Theseus closes his eyes and doesn't turn to greet him, his wrath is only barely veiled.

"Mr. Bragg!" You stand abruptly. "What-What are you..."

"The ceremony is over!" He seems annoyed that you don't remember, his pride bruised. "If I'm not mistaken you and I have a date in my office?"

Theseus makes a comically disgusted face, looking between you and Mr. Bragg in rude astonishment. If you weren't afraid of offending you might've been amused.

"He means an appointment, Theseus," you hiss in clarification. That seems to sedate Theseus if only slightly.

"And yes of course," you say to Mr. Bragg with a placating smile. "I'm all yours."

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next part here

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author's note: part 3 (LAST PART) incoming! i had to break this part into two because it was getting too long :(

hope you enjoyed! more drama and smut in part 3

(spoiler: mr. bragg sucks + drunk!Reader and caring!Theseus)

#theseus scamander #fantastic beasts #theseus x reader #theseus scamander x reader #hp fanfic #fbawtft

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MIX FANDOM FANFIC REC PT.2

[Fanfics i've read]

Edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Fantastic beast [newt scamander]

harry potter [wolfstar][remus lupin][regulus black][james potter]

the black phone [vance hooper]

enola holmes [sherlock holmes]

the walking dead [glenn rhee]

outa [peter pan][felix]

maze runnner [newt][gally]

dune [duke leto atreides]

rise of the guardians [jack frost][bunnymund]

big hero 6 [tadashi hamada][hiro hamada]

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———FANTASTIC BEAST————

newt scamander

@moonlit-imagines - your husband coming home to find a baby niffler hanging from your neck

@spideyharrington - one and the same

————HARRY POTTER————

wolfstar

@wolfstardaughter-jj - like fathers,like daughter

@masivechaos - you remind me of him

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

remus lupin

@ddejavvu - grumpy remus x sunshine reader

- ___

- y/n loving when remus ramble

- sleepy cuddles with remus

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

regulus black

@ddejavvu - the reader intentionally mistook sirius as snape

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

james potter

@reysdriver - lucky charm

———THE BLACK PHONE———

vance hopper

@angelofthenight - are we about to kiss?

@mirrorballshiningjustforyou - vance with a opposite reader

- vance x cheerleader reader

————ENOLA HOLMES————

sherlock holmes

@marvelousmando - the game is afoot indeed

@love-strawberry - we'll be alright

@st-juliet - pulse point ♡

———THE WALKING DEAD———

glenn rhee

@the-daily-multi-fandom-post - gleens lover girl

@refiwrites - tepidity

@captain-tch - trinkets

——————OUAT————————

@thepiratequeenofneverland - A Poly introduction

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peter pan

@heliads - dating peter pan would include

@evangeline-perry - peter pan relationship

@bad268 - peter pan fluff alphabet

@justpan - Kindness and Cruelty

@mysadcorner - peter with a quiet!reader

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

felix

@goldenxshine - dating felix and wearing glasses would include

————MAZE RUNNER—————

@toxicbubblegum212 - snow in the glade

@virginia-peters - ___

@givemearock - tmr boys if you gave them a rock

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

newt

@heliads - men and tea

@witchthewriter - jealous newt with a medjack girlfriend would include

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

gally

@cantstoptheimagines - rbf

@writingandimagines - gally teaching you how to defend yourself

@5sospenguinqueen - dating gally would include

@gladerscake - territorial

@witchthewriter - being gally's s/o would include

——————DUNE————————

duke leto atreides

@nonpoppin - beard

@dailyreverie - you are what’s important right now

- your touch

- hugging them from behind, laying their head on the other’s shoulder

@starryeyedstories - like real people do

@catlordewrites - in the water

- a little less lonely

@lightsinthedistancee - how it feel to be free

@geo-winchester - like we used to be

@supernovafeather - new home ♡

@letstalkaboutshtufff - opposites attract

@pumpkin-stars - stalwart

@ophelialoveshandsomemen - you're handsome with snowflakes in your beard

——RISE OF THE GUARDIAN——

jack frost

@imagines-dreams - ___ (cupid!reader)

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bunnymund

@razzlerdazzler - bunnymund with a halloween spirit s/o who likes spring and easter

@daydreaming-away-reality - the sweetest thank you (mother nature!reader)

—————BIG HERO 6—————

tadashi hamada

@multi-fandom-imagine - pop rock kiss

- ___

@subtly-a-selkie - tadashi is here pt1

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hiro hamada

@thequeenrains - a night to a decade

@bigherosix2 - quarantining with hiro

@maycat-19-142 - ___ (poison!reader)

#masterlist #mix fandom rec #newt scamander x reader #remus lupin x reader #regulus black x reader #james potter x reader #vance hopper x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #glenn rhee x reader #peter pan x reader #newt x reader #gally x reader #duke leto atreides x reader #jack frost x reader #bunnymund x reader #tadashi hamada x reader #hiro hamada x reader

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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

Series Masterlist | Previous episode

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 5.3 K Warnings: PG-13 kisses Prompt: You venture to a reading club, entering a part of Hogwarts you had not yet been into, and meeting new and exciting people. A covert trip to the library, on a quest for a werewolf book, leads to an unexpected encounter. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. A/N: Sprinkling in a bit of spice, hope you enjoy <3

Chapter 15: No One Like You

The week went by a lot faster than you expected it to, Remus, just like the last time, had gotten a lot better by dinner, Madame Pomfrey told him he could go once he took a painkiller potion, and gave you some anti-headache drops. You both thanked her and walked together towards the Great Hall. You were in awe of how fast he healed, really, just the thought of how bad he had been in the morning, and how much better he was now, was outstanding, and it made you wonder what other benefits his condition brought along, even if it was clearly a nuisance for him.

Later on the week you’d gone to the book club Nina had invited you to, you wondered if she had also guessed Remus’s condition by reading the book she’d lend you, even if she hadn’t spent so much time with Remus; and to be honest, one of the reason you realised was because you were made pretty aware of the moon phases by your classes and professor on the past few months, you had gotten that silver ring as a gift, and you spend a great deal of time with the boys, down to the point that you easily noticed when they were all acting weird. All of them things Nina had not been a witness to, at least not up close like you had, but she had been around a lot longer than you, you really had no way to tell, unless you straight up asked, and that was obviously not happening.

“So… did you like it?” She asked you with a bright smile when she spotted you outside of the Ravenclaw common room.

You nodded “It was really nice, helped me learn a lot too.”

She frowned “Learn a lot… about werewolves you mean?”

You nodded “I hadn’t studied them before,” you added later “I mean I know it’s not all accurate…” I certainly hope some of those Alpha and knotting things aren’t accurate, you thought “but it got me investigating more about them, it’s pretty interesting.”

Nina nodded “It is, right?” She told you with a smile “I was taking an extra class on magical creatures and they’re all super interesting. They say Newt Scamander may come give a talk at some point next year, it would be absolutely brilliant!”

“Yeah, totally!” You agreed she guided you inside her common room, and you marvelled at the ceiling. You remembered Remus had told you about it, how it was enchanted to look like the sky above instead of a normal roof. It was definitely prettier than what you and Rem had created together, but you rather liked the Gryffindor one best.

Nina smiled when she saw you, “beautiful, right? I’m sure you would’ve fitted in perfectly in Ravenclaw.”

You smiled at her “I’m not sure I’m as studious as most of you,” you told her with a smile “Just the other day I skipped some classes because I had a headache.”

“Yeah, but you still have incredible grades,” she told you, matter of factly “Everyone thinks we’re nerds that study all the time,” she whispered, leaning in closer to you “but just because we’re reading it doesn’t mean we’re studying,” she smiled mischievously “as you saw with the book.”

“Yeah, those spicy scenes were certainly something…” you replied.

Nina guided you towards a small little gathering in front of the fire, it was different to the Gryffindor one, it somehow looked a lot more regal and elegant, reminded you of Professor Nightshade, and then made you wonder how the Hufflepuff common room would look, perhaps Alex could sneak you in one day, after all, he was the head boy.

“Hey everyone, this is (Y/N),” She said as she pointed at you, you waved awkwardly.

“Not that she needs much of an introduction,” a boy said, standing up and offering his hand for a shake, you took it with a smile “Neil Perry, it’s nice to meet the new Gryffindor legend.” You laughed, Neil had a very dashing smile, he almost reminded you of Prongs, he was just as bright “That’s Alice,” he said pointing to a girl with silver hair.

“We share a class, don’t we?” You asked with a smile, she nodded, and the two of you shook hands.

“That over there is Nox,” he said pointing at a boy with Slytherin robes.

You both shook hands as well, “Nice to meet you,” he said “This is Comet, by the way” he said, pointing at a girl who was sitting right next to him.

“I’m really sorry about the Slytherins that have been picking on you,” she told you with a smile “We’re not all entitled pricks.”

“Some of us are even nice,” Nox added.

“I don’t hold grudges against houses,” you told them with a smile “I kind of skipped the whole indoctrination moment by getting here so late,” you joked, and it cracked a chorus of laughs from the entire circle.

Comet extended her hand for you to shake, “I already like you,” the girl said with a grin, which you returned with a wink, you already liked her as well.

“I’m Jennifer, everyone calls me Jane,” a girl with curly black hair and freckles said as she extended her hands, you shook it.

“She picked the book,” You heard another girl say from behind, she was wearing Ravenclaw robes too “I’m Clara,” she told you with a smile. You’d seen her around Nina often.

“Marina,” said another girl with a wave, she was wearing a Hufflepuff beanie.

“I believe that’s all of us?” Neil said with a smile.

Then another boy barged into the room, he had light brown hair and looked a little distressed for being late, “I’m sorry, got caught up on the stairs when coming from the library,” he said. Neil smiled fondly when he saw the boy “That’s Todd,” he told you, “he doesn’t talk much, but he enjoys listening to us a lot.”

You also smiled at the boy “Nice to meet you,” you said looking at him “I’m (Y/N)!”

He looked at you puzzled “Same (Y/N) Nina won’t shut up about?” He asked, still fondling with the amount of things was carrying in his arms.

You raised your eyebrow, smiling at the same time “All good things, I hope.” You said as you shook his hand, and helped him hold some of the books he was carrying.

Todd nodded “It’s like she completely forgot about her old Gryffindor crush and replaced him with you.”

“Will you shut it, Todd?” Nina said, with a tight smile on her face.

He just shrugged and took a seat next to Neil. Nina looked a little debased, so you placed a hand on her shoulder “Don’t think too much about it,” you told her with a smile, you could feel her ease under your hand “Where should we sit?”

“Come here!” Jane said as she slid to the side of the rug where she was so you could both fit in as part of the circle. Once you did, she took out the book and levitated it towards the centre of the circle, letting it float in between you all. “All right, session starts now.”

“Favourite parts?” Asked Clara.

“The chase scene at the end,” Said Neil “No offence Jane, but the book was a bit slow.”

“Excessive with the descriptions of abs,” added Nox.

“Nah, I rather enjoyed those,” countered the first boy.

You raised your eyebrows at that but nodded in agreement.

“I like the way they depicted the werewolf.” Said Nina, who was next to you.

“Yeah, especially on the sexy scenes,” added Comet with a cheeky smile. Alice hit her on the arm playfully “What? It’s true!” She retorted.

“I don’t know about the knotting though,” you added in.

Nox cringed from the other side “Please don’t remind me of that,” he said “I’ve been trying to erase those lines from my mind.”

“I found it rather interesting,” said Jane “That’s why I chose the book.”

“But it’s not like that in real life, is it?” You asked, trying to sound playful.

“Well I’ve never done it with a werewolf, but I highly doubt it,” Responded Comet casually.

“It’s not,” Todd said, everyone stared at him, and he turned red “I looked it up on a BOOK! Merlin guys!” that got a chorus of laughter from everyone.

The reading circle continued on, with its playful banter, jokes and a rather in-depth discussion of the relationship mechanics within the story. You actually had lots of fun, Nina was right, just because they had their head buried in a book, it didn’t mean they were nerds. Even if some people would see you from afar, talking about a book so gleefully and entertainedly, that they would consider you as such. Once the reunion was over, they decided on the next book that would be reviewed, Nox picked a wizarding world book titled “Point of Know Return” and he promised it would be delightful, with Pirates, mermaids and fairies and underwater cities deep in the pacific. He also promised there would be no knotting.

As the night started to fall, you realised the stars on the Ravenclaw ceiling became a lot brighter, you wondered if there was a spell that you could implement to make the same thing happen to the one you’d created in the Gryffindor common room. “All right guys,” said Jane, “I think we should all head to bed, especially our guests from other houses since you don’t want to leave after curfew.”

Everyone nodded and started to stand, as you grabbed the book they’d borrowed, you remembered “Hey Guys! Sunday’s the Halloween Party at Gryffindor, you should all come! Costumes are obligatory tho…”

“You’re inviting us? To a party?” Nox asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

“We aren’t exactly the type of people that get invitations to parties often,” added Todd.

“Speak for yourselves,” added Neil “I’m down!” He smiled, yeah, he definitely reminds you of Prongs “I’m sure I can conjure something to dress up as before Sunday.”

“I’m coming too!” Said Jane with a smile.

“If she’s going I’ll be there,” Clara said as she gave you a thumbs up.

“Yeah, I’m definitely coming,” smiled Comet. “Minho will be there, won’t he?” You nodded in response. “Good, I’ll tag along with him.”

“I’d be lovely to see you all there!” You assured, and waved at them as you walked towards the door, Nina walked close behind you.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” She asked you with a smile.

You nodded “Yeah!” You responded excitedly “It was excellent! I’m pretty sure Remus and Lily would also love to join in, have you asked them?”

She seemed surprised but shook her head “They uh… they’re not like you. Remus is always very polite, but too closed off and Lily is always busy.”

“I think you should ask Remus,” you told her “I could ask him for you if you wanted,” you offered, but she shook her head again.

“I’d rather it was just a you and me thing,” she said shyly.

You raised an eyebrow at her statement but shrugged “Just us then,” you said, placing your arm over her shoulder, Nina tensed up with the unexpected contact and then relaxed back again, once she remembered it was you.

“I really like hanging out with you,” she said, almost in a whisper. You reassured her by rubbing the side of her arm with your hand, Sirius’ touchiness was rubbing off on you.

“I like hanging out with you too, luv.” You smiled “You’re coming to the Halloween Party, yeah?”

She shook her head “I’ve got a thing that day,” She told you.

“A thing? What kind of thing?”

“A date,” she mustered.

You stopped the two of you dead in your tracks “Shut up! With who? I thought you liked Remus. Wait… Is it Remus? He didn’t tell me a thing, I’ll punch him!”

“It’s not Remus.” She said and then frowned “How did you know I liked Remus?”

You arched an eyebrow “You should be more surprised no one else knew, I figured it out on the first day of study group.”

She laughed, “Well, I was pretty hung up on him then, that’s not a lie. But…” she cleared her throat “Someone else came around, made me realise Remus wasn’t really my type.”

“What?!” You narrowed your eyes at her, “Come on, tell me who!”

She shook her head, a diverted smile playing on her lips “No-uh.”

“Awww… Nina!” You complained. She just shrugged in response.

“You figured out who the first one was by yourself, figure it out a second time,” she replied. You smiled and shook your head at her response.

“Fine them, what prize do I get if I get it right?”

“Knowledge.”

You raised your eyebrows at her, “Not a Ravenclaw, remember?”

“Fine then, a kiss.” You gave her a look. “What? You wouldn’t kiss a girl?”

You laughed “I would, I have. Kissed Evans a couple of weeks ago actually.” You explained “But… I’m kind of dating Sirius now.”

She frowned as if the news were a shock to her “Sirius Black? You’re dating him?” You nodded “And is he aware you are dating?”

You opened your mouth, drawing a bit of air in before speaking “Well… uhm– he seemed pretty aware last time I checked.”

“What I mean is…” she started, shaking her head as if she wasn’t sure which words to use “Does he know you are exclusive?”

“I’m sorry?!”

“Sirius has a bit of a reputation…”

Finally, you understood what Nina was going on about and you smiled at her softly, she was worried about you, so sweet. “He knows,” you reassured her “We uhm-“ you cleared your throat “We’ve got a bit of history.”

“And what about Remus?” She asked then, curiosity getting the best of her.

“What about him?”

“I thought you’d end up dating him.”

Now you frowned “Remus? Why would I–“

“-you always seemed to be really close to him, from the day you arrived, really.”

“I…” you started, but you weren’t exactly sure what to respond. Remus really was great, very different to Sirius, but he had his own charm to him, and he was just as beautiful as your boyfriend, just a different kind of beauty. The more you thought about it, Nina wasn’t wrong, if you weren’t so enamoured by Sirius, you might have fallen for Remus instead.

“Nevermind,” she said as she discovered you weren’t saying anything, “Want me to walk you back to your dorm?”

You smiled “That’s so gentleman-y of you Nina,” you told her with a smile “But I’m gonna stop by the library on the way, it’s better for you to stay here, or you might be returning after curfew.”

“The library?” She asked, puzzled “What for?”

“I’ve been looking for a book,” you told her with a smile “for a little investigation I want to do on Magical Creatures.” Nina nodded, and pulled you into a hug before the two separated, she stayed in her common room as you walked towards the library.

When you arrived, the doors were closed and you carefully sneaked inside, not wanting to disturb anybody. You were pretty sure no-one had spotted you, cause even when it was past curfew, and you were still roaming the halls of the library quietly, attempting to find a book, you realized no-one had asked you to leave, the librarian seemed to have left too.

“You’ll have trouble for sneaking about at this time,” you heard a portrait say disdainfully.

“I’m not sneaking about,” you responded “It’s not my fault no one was looking when I entered.” The portrait raised an eyebrow at you, as if he thought what you were saying was bull. You stared at the old wizard for a second, narrowing your eyes and turned your back on him, still trying to find the book. As you scanned through the old bookshelves, you finally spotted a book that could be useful, “Dark creatures and the things that make them tick'' you were just about to grab it, when you heard a very low whisper from a couple of bookshelves behind.

“Merde…fuck-fuck.” You recognized that voice. You would recognize it anywhere. It’s Sirius.

You looked around, trying to find him, but no matter where you looked, there seemed to be no-one there. Since you had to move further into the library, to try to spot the boy, you decided to put a disillusionment charm on yourself, so you could walk more freely, and perhaps sneak up on him.

You walked through the lines of shelfs, quietly so you didn’t make much noise, but no matter how hard you looked, Sirius was nowhere to be found. Just when you started to think you had imagined it, and started walking back to get the Dark Creature’s book you’d found, you heard the creaking of a door. You turned around and saw how the door of the restricted section was being opened, by itself.

Finally it downed you, James’ invisibility cloak, Sirius must have it, you thought before walking up behind him. Or, at least behind where you assumed he was. Eventually you saw his wand come out of the cloak, along with his delicate but strong looking hand. You smiled, almost wanting to applaud yourself for recognizing your boyfriend with a simple “merde.”

You sneaked up on him, sharply placing your hands over his shoulders, He turned sharply, the cloak falling on the floor before he pushed you against one of the bookshelves. He narrowed his eyes, and then he drew in a breath “Mon Coeur?” he asked, visibly confused. Truth be told, he had smelled you earlier, but he assumed it was just that your scent had stuck to his own clothes from when you were sitting together in the common room earlier that day.

Finally you vanished the disillusionment charm and smiled “Surprise,” you whispered, he still had you pinned against the wall, hand bunching up your uniform threateningly, you bit your lip “I had no idea you liked it rough, Puppy,” you joked, a playful smile on your lips, as you eyed the way he was holding you.

“Shit, sorry.” He whispered, finally letting you uniform free, you quickly straightened it, and then turned your head back to him, “What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Came to find a book after the reading club with Nina.”

Then you heard noise and he quickly picked the cloak up, placing it over the two of you as he drew you a bit closer to him. “Shh, it’s Peeves!” He whispered, he probably didn’t need the two of you to stand so close together, nor did he need to place his hand over your mouth, since the two knew you were sneaking about, but he was certainly enjoying it.

And you were enjoying yourself too, especially when you slipped your tongue out of your mouth and licked the hand that was covering it. He made a disgusted expression when you did, pulling back and cleaning it off on his pants as he stared at you in disbelief. “What the hell?” He mouthed, the shadow of a diverted smile playing on his lips.

You shrugged, with a smile placed on your own, you found his reaction really amusing. You then looked to the side, the sound was further away, far enough for you to whisper “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for a book,” he said as he placed his hand on your shoulder, thumb brushing on your neck as he pushed your forwards lightly, motioning you to move.

“And here I assumed you’d come for a barbecue.”

He rolled his eyes as he chuckled “It’s for a prank, the one for the Slytherins that we talked about the other day, remember?”

“And you got commissioned to pick the book by the boys?”

“I was meant to come with Remus, he was feeling off, and I told them I’d come alone. I wasn’t really eager to spend a long time snuggled up against Wormy under the cloak.”

“But you were eager to snuggle up against Remus, I see,” you teased. He chuckled again.

He used his free hand to pull his wand out and illuminate the titles of the books as he read through them, he now stood a lot closer to you, his chest basically pressed against your back, you could feel it going up and down as he breathed. Somehow it felt different to when you sat on his lap, almost more intimate. Maybe it was the rush of sneaking about together, or maybe you were just being silly, “What are we looking for?” You asked him, turning your head to see him better, reflecting on how lucky you were a boy like that was your boyfriend. His stunning grey eyes, framed by his dark eyelashes, were scanning the bookshelves as he did.

“It’s a book called The Compendium of Pernickety Enchantments.” He told you as he continued scanning the shelves. You nodded and did the same. But then in-between some books, further down on the shelves, you found a small tome about werewolves. You had to take it. But you obviously couldn’t do it while Sirius was still there, or at least not while he was paying attention.

You had to think of something, a distraction, but one that wouldn’t get the two of you caught. And then you remembered Sirius was a boy, and there was one thing that could easily distract any boy “Hey Puppy…” He hummed in response, his face awfully close to yours, his long hair brushing against your cheeks “You haven’t cashed out on those kisses that I owe you.”

He frowned, giving you a look before turning back to the bookshelves “You’ve been too busy, haven’t you?” he responded, “with the whole trying to finish the book before the session and then the session today, on like our only bit of free time of the week”

You arched an eyebrow at that “You jealous?”, you teased.

“Well, you should spare some more time for your boyfriend.”

“How about I spare it now?” You said, finally turning to face him.

“Right now!?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you, confusion evident in his face, we’re in the restricted section of the library!, he thought.

“Of course, if you don’t want to…” you said, with feign innocence and a little shrug of your shoulders. You were tempting him, and Sirius wasn’t one to resist temptation, let alone if it came from you. So he placed his hand behind your neck and pulled you towards him. You gently let your backpack fall on the floor.

“C'est une idée terrible,” he said as he finally closed the gap between the two of you.

“When have we ever been known for doing the most prudent thing?” you responded in between a kiss. And it was true, when you and Sirius were together it seemed like you threw caution to the wind, responsibilities be damned, fun? Pleasure? They always seemed to come first.

Sirius now had both of his hands on your face, expertly leading the kiss, as you pulled your wand from your pocket and started using it to levitate the werewolf book towards your bag. You felt terrible as you did, distracting Sirius with a kiss to take a book from the shelves without him noticing, even if it was harmless, made you feel dirty, and not in a good way. Sirius trusted you, and here you were, hiding your knowledge from him, even if it was because you feared you’d lose a friend over it.

When the book was safely inside the bag, you decided you’d make it up to him, and placed both hands around his neck, drawing him just a little closer to you and focusing absolutely all of your attention into the kiss. And that had you almost completely forget about the werewolf book in your bag. Sirius was kissing you hungrily, thirstily, like you were water and he’d been in the desert for days.

You weren’t too far behind either, his lips might have been the most incredible thing to ever be created. So incredible you almost wanted to bite them. And you didn’t hold back from that either, you gently bit his lower lip as the two of you separated slightly, panting for air.

“Did you just?” He whispered, but you ignored it, and went to place soft, wet kisses over his sharp jawline before using one of your hands to pull his hair out of the way and trail kisses all the way to his neck.

Sirius Black smelled incredible, of pine trees, musk and a tinge of leather, probably from the leather jacket he often wore, he smelled like an adventure, and you couldn’t help to be hauled by it. Sirius had lowered his hands over to your hips, and held you close as you kissed his neck, eventually you found a particularly sweet spot, and kissed away, stopping to smile as he stifled a moan.

“Shhh…” you whispered as you continued kissing the spot. Eventually his hand found his way to your waist, tucking your shirt out of your uniform skirt before placing his hand in the warmth of your back, his cold rings causing a shiver to rush down your spine. But his touch, oh, his touch made your skin feel like you were on fire. You placed your hands over his hair and pulled him back a little, bringing his lips back to yours. Both you and Sirius had kissed plenty since you started dating, but never like this, in fact you were certain he’d never reached for your skin the way he had today, but it felt good, and you didn’t want him to stop.

Eventually he stopped the kiss, letting his forehead rest on yours, his hand still in the small of your back “We should stop,” he said, panting.

“…don’t want to,” you answered, a little bratty in the way you’d said it.

“Don’t make it harder for me Starshine,” he groaned, as he softly bumped his forehead on yours.

You reached for a quick kiss on his lips “‘m not…” you replied, and kissed him again, now in the corner of his lip “I just–“ you kissed his cheek now “don’t want to stop kissing my beautiful boyfriend.”

“…merde…” he said, it was taking him all the restraint in the world to stop himself from pinning you against the bookshelves again, this time with your legs around him instead, but with you being so willing, it was harder, so much harder.

You looked at him expectantly “je m’en fous,” He whispered, and dragged the two of you onto a nearby table, easily hauling you to sit on it, you helped accommodate the invisibility cloak around the two of you, managing to set it around the table by the time he was kissing you again. You weren’t sure you’d ever felt like this before, especially when he reached his hand higher and unclasped your bra. He broke off the kiss to look at you, to make sure you were ok with it, you only brought him back to the kiss in response.

You moved yourself to reach him better, his left hand already in your abdomen, dangerously close to your breast, when, all of the sudden a vase, that was at the end of the table, tumbled and fell to the ground, making a very loud noise in the otherwise quiet library. You broke off the kiss, pulling apart just a little and staring at each other, both alert of what may happen, over his shoulder, you managed to see a shadow, it was peeves in the distance.

“Shit, we’ll get caught.” You whispered, turning back to look at him.

He looked at you impassively, as if he was itching to tell you the “I told you so”. You deserved it, but he very well knew it had also been his fault. He seemed to be thinking about the possible escape plans now, but he hadn’t found the book he was looking for by the time you started snogging.

“The book,” you whispered.

“You find it, I’ll distract Peeves.”

“What? No way! You’ll get caught.”

“Aw… put a little faith in me, will you?” He told you with a smile, “Find the book, I’ll see you just outside the library.”

You weren’t entirely convinced by his plan, but nodded, turning around to look for the book, while he got out of the cloak and used the same disillusionment charm you had used earlier. You took a deep breath, still trying to gain back composure from the kiss, and moved towards the bookshelves, scanning through the names of the tomes, trying to find The Compendium of Pernickety Enchantments. After looking through three shelves, you finally found the book, and right next to it, there was one called, The Refined Art of Mild Hexes: A Sophisticated Spellbook, so you grabbed it as well, since it looked like it could be useful.

You scurried all the way to your backpack, which was still laying on the floor from earlier, and threw both books inside of it. Once the backpack was securely hanged over your shoulder, you scurried outside of the restricted section.

You were already close to the door when you spotted Sirius, hiding behind a huge shelf, he was almost imperceptible, but close behind him was Peeves. Sirius didn’t see him, since he wasn’t looking towards him, but you could.

So even if Sirius had told you he’d deal with it by himself, you weren’t about to let him get caught, you had to improvise. You kneeled behind another bookshelf, cloak still covering your frame, and pulled out a piece of parchment, scribbled a small dialogue on it, and charmed it. You used your wand to levitate it to the other side of the library and then, you popped the seal. Now there were whispers coming from the other side of the library, Peeves smiled wickedly as he heard, and started flying towards them.

You ran towards Sirius, and covered him with the cloak quickly, he was a little startled at first, but then smiled. “That was you?” You nodded “Brilliant! It’s like you’re made for this.” He told you, and it was no lie, he was genuinely impressed with your cleverness, one more reason to the pile of why he was so smitten by you.

“Thanks,” you said, a small blush creeping up your cheeks. You looked to the side so he wouldn’t notice, he’d probably tease you mercilessly about it if he had. After a couple of seconds you took his hand in yours and did a small head gesture to indicate him it was time to move, Peeves was far away enough that you could sneak out of the library unnoticed.

A couple of minutes later, you were out of the library and speeding through the halls under the cloak. Sirius was the one leading the way now, he took sharp turns, taking you through stairs, doors, halls and even small passageways. He clearly knew the way by memory, and it made you wonder how many times he had sneaked about the castle like this, how many he’d do it with you from now on.

Another sharp turn, and he pulled you into a broom’s closet. Letting the door shut quietly behind you. “What is it? Did you hear someone?” You whispered in his ear. He almost felt guilty from the shiver that your innocent whisper had sent down his spine.

He shook his head and raised one of his eyebrows with a smirk “You said something about… wanting to continue kissing your beautiful boyfriend, didn’t you?” You looked at him with amusement, your eyes shining at his words. “Turns out he also wants to continue kissing his beautiful girlfriend…”

You were about to ask “here?”, but then again, why would a broom closet be any less proper than the restricted section of the library. You bit your lip and let him close the gap between the two. The common room would have to wait.

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getinthefuckingjaeger · 1 month

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the problem with Scamanders

for @jakes3resin (you did a lot, my turn for presents now)

“You could have written, you know.”

Bucky’s legs stopped as though glued to the cobbled street of the little village he found himself wandering that night. His shoulders fell back along with his head, neck tilted almost painfully to the night sky as he heaved a great sigh. Christ and Merlin, here we fucking go.

He stayed stubbornly still, ignoring the crick in his neck the longer he tilted his head like that. It's not a bad view - an explosion of stars in the night sky fills his eyes in the absence of a German air raid. The shops in the highstreet of this unassuming village in Ipswich are all asleep around him. Thin fog that isn't really a fog flows languidly between his military-shine boots before climbing his legs like vines to a tree. The magic is warm like sunshine and soft as a caress when it touches Bucky’s hands. He flexed his fingers to disperse the white wisps and tuck them into his trousers pockets.

He still absolutely refuses to budge. No, sir.

“Merlin, you’re still as stubborn as a Hippogriff, aren’t you Johnny?” A low chuckle cuts through the otherwise quiet night and Bucky can hear the sounds of expensive Oxfords getting closer to where he stands, until there is a wall of flesh and magic by his side, a firm shoulder pressing against his. “Come on, then. Give us a smile.”

Bucky grimaces at the sky. Looks down at his feet with another sigh. Then looks to his side, and into a face so much like his own.

With wizards' lifespan as long as it is, the face Bucky sees had barely aged from the last time he saw it. The same gold skin tanned by Quidditch, the same dark mahogany curls falling from its coiffed hairstyle and hanging over the same dark blue eyes - almost navy in the darkness.

But where there’s an absence in signs of age, there is stark evidence of war on that familiar face. Bucky notes the discolored scars peppering the left side of the man’s face like something exploded too close for comfort, the way his nose sits a little crooked like it was set-wrong and far too late to rectify, and - Bucky paused a moment to stare - a thin, barely visible line that runs from under his left ear to his adam’s apple.

Familiar aftershave fills his lungs, reminding him of a childhood on a vast estate and the summer sun warming his back, as he paddles through cool sparkling waters of the massive fountain on the cul de sac of their mansion’s driveway. He can almost hear his aunt’s exasperated complaints and boisterous laughter of his cousin and uncles, the sounds of struggle as his father tried to push Newt off his perch on the edges of the marble fountain.

That was another life, then.

“Auror Scamander, sir.” Bucky lets the mask of Major Egan take over as he steps away from his cousin. “Hope you’ve been well, sir.”

Only years with Buck could ever prepare him to withstand the quiet, appraising look that Theseus is giving him. The stare weighs heavy on his chest as he looks just over Theseus’ shoulder as he would to any senior officer in the USAAF. Theseus, damn the man, tilts his head just so and catches Bucky’s eyes - his smile is tired, resigned.

“I’ve been better - the ah, hunt keeps me on my toes, so to speak.” Bucky watches as Theseus tugs lightly at his coat and white silk scarf. “Newt sends his regards, as does Tina - he also sends his thanks, for looking after Frank the... Thunderbird?”

Bucky and Theseus share a commiserating look, the first one in almost a decade since Bucky was sent back. It wasn’t a chore to disapparate from Texas to the deserts of Arizona after lights out a few times a month. Certainly one of the most rewarding things he’s ever voluntarily done, to be able to run his hands over the beak of such a majestic creature. It’s through Frank that Bucky realizes the calm that one can find sitting in the middle of a literal storm as the massive avian flies over his head.

I fell in love with the big birds, Buck told him once. Bucky had agreed, but couldn’t explain that his big bird is a little more literal than Gale’s. And that it creates thunderstorms when it flies.

The glint of Theseus’ cufflinks pulls Bucky away from desert storms and back into the cold English night air. The Scamander crest twinkles under the starlight like a taunt. Bucky didn’t even realize Theseus had put out all the street lights. Goddamn aurors.

He moves to a parade rest to remind himself of who and where he is now - that he’s no longer just John Egan, cousin of Newton and Theseus Scamander, the three remaining Scamander.

“Why haven’t you written, Johnny?” Theseus remains a respectable distance from him, but Bucky can tell how much he’s probably itching to shake him by the shoulders in frustration. “Years of silence from you and your mother’s family in Wisconsin. Newt tried to look for you when he’s stateside, but you’re always never there. It's like you vanished - if Frank hadn’t hinted at it, or if your likeness weren't still moving on the family tapestry we’d have thought you dead.”

Bucky tenses just as Theseus rocks back on his heels like the weight of his anger was a physical thing.

“What was it all for then, if we thought you died, too?”

It plays out like a picture reel in Bucky’s head - him, at eight years old with his right hand in Theseus’ left as they walk down the carpeted floor of the Scamander ancient mansion. 27, a war hero, as tall as the suit of armors that used to dot the hallways and the greatest wizard he’s ever known. Then there was Newt, only a year younger than Theseus, his figure painted in hues of red, purple, and green from the large stained glass windows - Bucky can still recall Newt’s excited chatter about all the wonderful creatures on the estate and the Hippogriffs that Aunt Artemis has in her enclosure.

Then Bucky, at thirteen years old and shaking with barely suppressed excitement as he clutched his shiny new broomstick that Theseus gave him for Christmas. The grand bubble of joy that buoyed him through the entire afternoon of flying lessons with Theseus, half the family sitting on picnic blankets spread over snow covered grounds, the fabric charmed to be warm and dry. The lightness he felt as he shot himself across the estate grounds despite Theseus’ yelling is something he has tried time and time again to recreate as his fort lifts-off.

And finally at eighteen, once again walking down the carpeted floor of the Scamander mansion. Alone, at night, confused and hurting. Aunt Artemis had gone to town that autumn morning with his parents but none returned. Newt has disappeared - likely on another errand for Dumbledore - and he has never seen Theseus so angry as he threw Aurors, his own colleagues, out of their parlor.

The subsequent argument he had with Theseus - just the memory of it brings him shame of how it inevitably ended.

“You need to go, Johnny - Grindelwald is hunting us down.”

“I can fight, T - I’m of age!”

“I know, I know, you can. I just can’t allow you - think of the family, Johnny. Grindelwald will try to kill you and Newt to get to me, and I can’t protect both of you at once.”

“Fine, I get it. Can’t trust the half-blood to take care of himself, huh?”

“You said I needed to go and I did what you told me to.”

Bucky drops the parade rest and shoves his hands in his pockets where Theseus cant see how they shake. Un-fucking-believeable that he’s flown multiple missions, have survived so many things he shouldn’t up there where hell resides above the clouds, but his hands have never shaken like this. Not once. “I had a lot of time to think and I realized - as much as I fucking hated it- you couldn’t afford distractions.”

“It’s not like that-”

Bucky shakes his head and shuffles in his boots. He itches for a cigarette. “I ain’t saying that to be an ass, T. I understand that now more than ever - this war I’m fighting… it puts things in perspective.”

“I see.”

And Theseus does see - Bucky holds his gaze for as long as he can stand. He kicks a loose stone and it skids neatly over to Theseus’ toes. His cousin nudged the stone back to Bucky. They share a grin. “How bad is it, your end?” He falls back into parade rest, puts away John Egan who was once Mr. Scamander to his peers in Hogwarts, and brings Major Egan to the forefront once again.

“As well as it is going for yours, I’d imagine Major.” Theseus, always the best one out of the three Scamander scions at reading people, adjusts his posture from soft and imploring, to hard and imposing. Demanding respect, like the Head of the British Auror Office. He pursed his lips in thought. “You may want to properly practice your wandless magic, Major Egan. I’ll take care of MACUSA and the Ministry.”

Bucky splutters. He thinks of an alder wand that used to be an extension of himself and how the yoke of his B-17 can never replace that kind of power.

“How do you expect me to do that, sir?” He grits out. Easy, John, easy now the Buck in his head soothes his ire. “Between the suicide missions and trying to keep everyone’s head on straight - how the fuck do you expect me to do that, sir?”

“You’ll figure it out, Major.” It came out like an order. Theseus’s lips quirked. “You apparrated from one state to another back in your Muggle flight school, didn’t you? Apparating from London tonight must have been a breeze. Power like that needs tending to. Particularly when you have talent for wandless casting.”

“With all due respect, sir, but last I checked you’re not my CO - you ain’t even an American, so you can kindly shove-”

“Do it for Major Cleven and your boys, then.”

The ensuing silence rings through Bucky’s head as the streetlights come back up one by one. Theseus’ hard look softens just a touch as he walks backwards and away from Bucky.

“I heard your boys are flying a mission tomorrow morning - Bremen again, I think - arresto momentum and subtle shielding charms will do.” Theseus winks, then apropos of nothing, said “I’ll come round’ for tea.”

That broke through Bucky’s bewildered suspension, but not fast enough to stop Theseus from disapparating with a soft pop.

“Goddamn wizards.”

Bucky spun and disapparate just as the last streetlight returned.

#john egan #theseus scamander #bucky egan #masters of the air #mota #jaeger writes #john scamander au

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writingfool001 · 2 years

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Newt!MC is inspired by Newt Scamander

Newt!MC: "Your eyes look like a salamander."

Eliza: "A salamander!?"

[Eliza ready to slap]

Newt!MC: "No, I'm not saying your eyes are exactly like a salamander. I mean the burning passionate fire in your eyes remind me of a salamander."

[Eliza stops with a blush as the boys are fuming at her bc they wanted that compliment]

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #newt!mc #twst incorrect quotes #ghost marriage

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valkyriepirate · 1 year

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Newt Scamander x Reader One Shot- Christmas at Hogwarts

Summary: Christmas has come and the students at Hogwarts have returned to their homes for the break. All except you, a Seventh Year Muggleborn staying at Hogwarts for the holidays. It’s Christmas Eve and you’re feeling quite lonely- that is, until your friend Newt Scamander finds you in the dining hall by the fire. Soon you realize that Christmas may be far more magical than you’d hoped.

Warnings: Fluff overload. :)

Word count: 3.6k words

A/N: I know I’m posting this fic wayyy after Christmas, but it’s always Newt Scamander season in my heart and I couldn’t resist. ;D

#5- Christmas at Hogwarts

The fire was your only company in all of Hogwarts that night.

It blazed and crackled in the grate, warm and inviting as a dear friend. You scooted closer, shivering even underneath your thick coat. Your hands seemed incapable of warming up. No matter how close you held them to the fire, the warmth declined to accompany you for long. It was too painful a reminder of your family; like them, the heat pushed you away if you got too close, threatening to sear your skin. Yet too far and it felt like there was not a fire burning at all.

You swallowed your respite. It was Christmas Eve, and Hogwarts was decorated beautifully- golden tinsel strung along the window frames, evergreen wreaths with large acorns and red bows adorning the doors, and even an enormous pine tree set up in the corner, clothed in a myriad of twinkling lights and shining ornaments. But the décor was just another reminder of how alone you were. Everyone in your House had returned home to loving families and abundant gifts for Christmas- all except you.

You pulled your (Y/H) scarf tighter, rubbing your face with the soft cloth as you tried to thaw your freezing skin. You refused to let any tears fall. Yes, you were alone, but it was Christmas. There was solace in the good memories you had of years past, and no matter how desolate things seemed, you always felt that the magic in the air was stronger this time of year.

You had taken to drawing miniature snowmen in the fireplace cinders with your wand when you felt it: something small and warm brushing against your leg. Startled, you looked to the side but saw nothing. Then the same sensation rubbed against your other leg. As you turned, a furry little creature poked its head out from underneath your coat. It looked like a fluffy platypus, with a pink bill, pale feet, and tiny curved claws.

“Well hello, little fella,” you said, scooping the creature into your hands. It was incredibly soft. “Where did you come from?”

The creature purred as you stroked it tenderly, gazing up at you with shimmering black eyes. You laughed in delight as it scurried up your arm and snuggled between your scarf and your neck.

“Cold, are you?” You tucked in both ends of your scarf, creating a scooped blanket for the creature. “There. Is that better?”

It nuzzled into your neck and you laughed again as its fur tickled you. It was possible it escaped from one of the classrooms, but you didn’t feel the need to return it anywhere- at least, not for now. You felt the weight on your heart begin to lessen. Maybe you wouldn’t be so alone on Christmas Eve after all.

“Teddy?”

You craned your head around at the familiar voice. You hadn’t heard anyone enter the main hall- in fact, you had been sure you were the only one left in the whole building. As you wondered who it could be, a boy with a swath of ruddy hair emerged from the hall.

“Teddy? Don’t be a scoundrel. I better not catch you stealing any-” The boy stopped when he saw you. “Oh. (Y/N). I didn’t know you were here.”

“I didn’t know you were here either, Newt,” you said, a smile creeping up your face. The presence of your longtime friend was an even greater relief to your solemnity. “What are you doing here?”

He shifted, pulling at his bright yellow Hufflepuff scarf. “I-I came to find Teddy.”

“He’s with me,” you said, patting your scarf. “But I mean, why are you here- not at home with your family? It’s Christmas Eve.”

He didn’t speak for a long time. Eventually he said, “I... may have missed the last train.”

You gaped at him, a disbelieving laugh escaping your lips. “You missed the last train? How?”

He wouldn’t meet your eyes. It occurred to you that maybe he had been withheld from boarding for an unknown reason.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I guess it’s just nice not to be alone.” When he didn’t reply, you offered, “Want to sit with me?”

His eyebrows twitched up as if you’d given him an umbrella on a bleak rainy day. Newt was undoubtedly much different than the rest of your friends- he was so incredibly gentle and humble in a way that was rare to find in anyone else. He was always generous in his kindness, but the moment even the smallest kindness was offered him back, he was so unprepared that it almost made you want to laugh.

He came and sat down a little ways away from you. You patted the floor next to you, beckoning him closer. “Come here. You’ll feel the fire better.”

It was impossible to tell if the redness on his cheeks was a blush or the glow of the fire. Slowly, he scooted to sit next to you.

“He’s taken a liking to you,” he mumbled. “Teddy, I mean.”

“I think he’s taken more of a liking to my scarf. I can’t say I blame him.”

Newt smiled briefly, staring at the embers on the ground. “Nifflers may pride on materialism, but they know a pure heart when they see one.”

Something about the words warmed your insides. “Where did you find him anyway?” you asked.

“You could say he’s a family pet.”

“Oh. Your mother keeps magical creatures, right?”

“She breeds Hippogriffs,” said Newt. “Some of the other creatures are...adopted family members.”

You gazed contentedly into the fire. “That sounds nice.”

Newt stole a glance at you, playing with the rim of his cloak. “If I may ask... why are you here, (Y/N)?”

It was your turn to run short of words. The truth was that you were a Muggleborn and your family vehemently disapproved of magic. Some of the professors at Hogwarts had hexed them for years into believing that you went to a boarding school like any other, but last year the truth got out. Your family ordered you to stop attending Hogwarts. When you refused, they said you could stay- so long as you didn’t return home.

You still loved your family and missed them dearly. But you couldn’t deny the magic in your veins. You couldn’t leave Hogwarts behind, not when it had been your second home for so long. Not when it meant saying goodbye to the friends you had made.

Instead of saying any of this, you gave Newt an encouraging smile and said, “I couldn’t make it home for the holidays.”

A comfortable silence passed between you two, broken only by the crack and snap of the logs in the fire. In that moment it seemed you had bonded in a way you never had before. There was something about being alone together on a holiday when you were meant to be with everyone that united your shivering hearts. You thought that if it had to be anyone here with you tonight on Christmas Eve, you were glad it was Newt Scamander.

“(Y/N)?” said Newt after a while.

“Yes?”

He seemed to be treading carefully. “How would you like to come to Hogsmeade with me?”

You blinked at him before breaking into a grin. “Do you really mean it?”

“Well, only if it’s something you’d like to do-”

You laid an excited hand on his knee. “That sounds wonderful. What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

Newt appeared so startled by your touch that he sat frozen in place as you jumped up and bounded down the hall. You stopped at the doors and turned back to face him. “Come on Newt, don’t be a slowpoke,” you said, a teasing tone sliding into your voice. Teddy the Niffler chittered in agreement.

Blushing deeper, Newt pushed to his feet and followed you down the hall. “Don’t you turn against me now, Teddy.”

If it could have been possible for a Niffler to snicker, he would have. You laughed at the two of them. “Race you to the front gates!”

Newt didn’t have time to reply before you took off. Smiling to himself, he ran after you, the sounds of laughter and clicking soles on stone floors filling the lonely castle with a beautiful kind of music.

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The snow had been falling heavily since morning and was settled so thickly across the cobblestone pathway that you felt like you were walking on cotton candy. You were still panting and flushed with heat from your sprint throughout the castle, and the frigid air blowing your hair away from your face was more welcoming in that moment than any fire could have been. Your breaths came out like transparent white clouds as you turned around and triumphantly pumped your fists in the air. “I win!”

Newt, panting just as hard and clutching his side, nodded fervently. You wanted to giggle again at the sight of him- one pant leg rolled a bit higher than the other, his scarf tossed askew around his shoulders, his cloak hanging crookedly around his body. You had to resist an urge to ruffle his already messy hair, which was quickly becoming powdered white with snow.

You peeked inside your scarf to check on the Niffler. “You alright in there, little buddy?”

The creature’s eyes were wide with exhilaration. He gave you a sweet kiss on the chin and you laughed as its ticklish fur caressed your skin.

“He’d prefer to be carried all day if you let him,” Newt said, crunching across the snow to you. “Though I’d be careful. He tends to steal shiny things.”

“This little guy, a thief?” you scratched his soft belly. “That couldn’t be.”

“Have you lost anything?”

You playfully bumped him with your elbow. “Got nothing to lose. Come on, we’d better go before they douse the lanterns.”

The snow proved as deep and noncompliant as it looked from afar as you and Newt treaded along the path. Each of your steps sank down until the snow was nearly to your knees, making every few steps quite arduous work. Newt came up with the brilliant idea to magic the both of you a pair of snowshoes, and from then on the going was far easier.

The two of you were chatting about your semesters, your midterm exams, and your plans after Hogwarts when you reached the hilltop that led down into Hogsmeade village. It looked like a Christmas town, with slanted rooftops layered with snow, light gray smoke trailing from chimneys, and sparkling green-and-red lights along the storefronts. You even spotted a few decorated Christmas trees in windows and in front of squat buildings.

By then the cold had seeped back into your bones and left you shivering to your core. Newt, dressed similar to you, was clenching his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering. Nothing in the world seemed more appealing right then than to huddle up in one of the Hogsmeade pubs next to a fireplace, preferably with a cup of something hot. But an idea had crept into your mind.

“What’s that?” you gasped.

Newt furrowed his brow, searching the scene below. “What?”

“That, down there.”

“The village?”

“No, to the left of it.”

You stepped backward as he stepped forward to see. “The forest?”

“Next to the forest.”

“I’m not sure I understand-”

Newt was cut off as a huge, crude snowball hit him clean in the back with a splat! He jumped, whirling around questioningly, one hand already on his wand. Then he saw your impish grin.

“Does this mean war?” he asked rather timidly.

You scooped up more snow and rolled it into a ball. “This means war.”

Newt dove as you aimed the next snowball at him. He gathered one and took aim at you, though his force was poor. The snowball came just short of your feet.

“Afraid to hit a girl, Scamander?” you teased. “I’m sure Teddy could throw harder than that.”

“I’m only afraid it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me,” he said as another of your artillery smacked him on the shoulder.

“This should be an easy win then!”

The two of you ran down the hill, peppering each other with snowballs, dodging and rolling in the snow, the sound of your laughter sweetening the lonely night air. The ice was numbing your fingers and your sides were aching with exertion, but you didn’t care. You hadn’t had this kind of fun in a long time.

You darted to a nearby tree to restock when a cluster of snow larger than your head exploded upon the side of your face. You looked up, mouth open, and stared in disbelief at the Hufflepuff.

“Sorry!” Newt said quickly, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I-I didn’t realize-”

He was cut off as you whipped out your wand and, grinning from ear to ear, lifted a mountain of snow into the air above his head. With a flick you let it drop, effectively drowning him from head to toe in a small avalanche.

He burst from the little mountain, sputtering and shaking snow out of his eyes. “You cheated,” he gasped. “Magic.”

“Whoever said there were any rules?”

You granted him a moment to pull himself out of the snow and get back on his feet. He gave you a playfully hesitant look. In the next moment, his wand was in his hand and a fleet of snowballs were soaring towards you.

You retaliated to match, sending torrents to meet him and diverting his attacks. He’d finally begun to give the competition you were looking for.

You slipped as he used magic to shift the snow beneath your feet, seeing that he was rolling a snowball large enough to cloak the forest. While he was distracted, you caused a ball to hit him in the back of the head, impeding his focus. In one fell swoop, you made a gust of wind knock him to his knees and destroyed the giant snowball before it could approach you. You waved your wand vivaciously and tiny snowballs about the size of chocolate frogs ambushed him from all sides.

Newt struggled beneath the attack, but he was unable to gather his wits in the firefight. At last he shouted, “You win! You win! I surrender!”

With a swish the ambush ceased. You strode toward him, tossing your scarf over your shoulder in victory. “I win for the second time tonight, Scamander. You’re off your game.”

Newt looked like he was trying not to smile. “Consider it Christmas spirit. I’m feeling gracious.”

You reached out and dusted some of the snow from his hair. “Perhaps. Or perhaps that’s just an excuse.”

“Perhaps.” His voice turned quiet. You were suddenly aware of how close you two were.

“Well, as the winner, I should get some kind of prize, don’t you think?” you said.

He’d been staring at the ground, avoiding prolonged eye contact as he usually did, but now his gaze snapped up to meet yours. “Yes. I suppose so.”

Your heart had begun to thump erratically and you weren’t exactly sure why. It cut through your puckish bravado, stilling your thoughts and making them run wild all at once. He was close enough that you could smell the comforting scent of the fire sunk into his cloak and see the remains of snow still stuck to his eyelashes.

Newt wasn’t looking at your eyes anymore. He was looking at your lips.

He’s my friend, you thought. He had been for years. But if he was simply that, why were you suddenly feeling this way?

Your head leaned closer to him ever so infinitesimally. His did the same, as if compelled by some external power. Perhaps it was the magic in the air or even the spirit of Christmas, but you didn’t allow yourself to think about what you did next.

You took him by the scarf and kissed him.

You felt a flicker of surprise go through his body, and if you were being honest, you were surprised too. But in the next moment his stiffness melted away and he sank deeper into the kiss. One of his hands came up to cup your face ever so delicately as if you were a dream made of snow that would swirl away in an instant.

It seemed that you two stood there for hours, yet once you pulled away it felt that less than seconds had passed. You and Newt appeared to be locked in place by each other’s gaze, breaths coming short in little white clouds. He was blushing so profoundly that his cheeks were almost as red as his hair. He took a shaky breath and leaned forward again, and you could sense the insatiable desire that had now awoken within him, how one kiss seemed to open doors to a million thoughts and longings the both of you had stored so deeply within that you hadn’t ever acknowledged it.

Your lips had barely met for the second time when something furry barged its way in front of your face. Both you and Newt stumbled back, startled. Then you erupted into laughter.

“A jealous one, are you?” you snatched Teddy from where he’d run atop your head and poked him in the side. He warbled indignantly.

Chuckling, you looked back up at Newt. A grin was plastered on his face that was so broad you truly believed it had the capacity to light a shooting star.

You stepped closer to him and set Teddy on his shoulder, wrapping the Niffler up in Newt’s scarf. Your fingers lingered on his chest for a moment before you turned your eyes to the ground, feeling heat sweep your cheeks.

“That was a pretty good reward,” you said bashfully.

“You should win more often,” mumbled Newt. You two would have probably stood there smiling at the ground like idiots for the rest of the night if Teddy hadn’t released a chirp of impatience.

“He must be cold,” Newt bundled the Niffler underneath his cloak.

“To the village?” you suggested.

“To the village,” he agreed.

You two set off on the path you’d been on before, and even though it had to be nearly midnight by now, the moon and stars seemed to shine brighter, and the Christmas lights decorating Hogsmeade Village twinkled with greater joy. As you walked, you felt Newt’s hand brush yours. You slid your fingers into his and the connection sent pleasant shivers up your arm.

You came upon a homely pub with a sign out front that read THREE BROOMSTICKS INN. Newt held the door open for you and the delicious scent of peppermint eggnog and baked frosted pastries wafted out to the street.

Despite how quiet the street had been, the pub was bursting with customers, all huddled in groups or pairs, all sipping some heavenly hot beverage that warmed your stomach by its very smell. Deep-bellied laughter echoed off the wooden beams of the arched roof. A cozy fire crackled in the great hearth.

You ordered two hot butterbeers and sat on the floor in front of the fire. Newt sat next to you, and as soon as he did Teddy scampered out of his scarf and into your lap.

“Traitor,” Newt whispered, but his voice was so innocent it made you grin.

The butterbeers came round and you wanted to bathe yourself in its warmth. As the two of you took blessedly long sips, you sighed and rested your head on Newt’s shoulder. Earlier tonight, you had been sitting and staring at a similar fire, thinking about how you’d be alone on Christmas Eve. And while all your friends and house mates would be surrounded by family tomorrow morning, opening their gifts, you knew that you had gotten the best gift of all.

“Thank you, Newt,” you murmured.

He blinked. “For what?”

“For being you,” you said. “For being here when no one else was.”

He was quiet for a long time. Eventually he said, “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

“Merry Christmas, Newt.”

The two of you sat by the fire so long that you had nearly drifted to sleep on his shoulder. The other customers were singing carols and clinking glasses, and in that moment, you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

The next thing you knew, Newt was gently nudging you awake. You looked up, rubbing sleep from your eyes, at a bundled, slim young man with a head of dark hair covered by a winter hat. Perhaps you were just incredibly sleepy, but he had a striking resemblance to Newt.

He knelt to get on your level. “What am I going to do with you, Newt?” He ruffled Newt’s hair. “Missed the train? Really?”

Newt just smiled. “You came back for me?”

“I can’t very well leave you here for Christmas, can I?” The young man turned his eyes to you. “I’m Theseus. Newt’s brother.”

“(Y/N),” you said.

Theseus looked between you and Newt, a sly grin creeping up his face. “Would you like to come with us?” he asked.

“Come with you? Where?”

“Home,” Theseus said simply.

You glanced at Newt. He was staring at your lips again. He looked up to meet your eyes. “Please,” he said quietly.

You thought you might melt into a frosty puddle right there on the floor. “I would love that. Very much.”

“Alright then.” Theseus offered you a hand and pulled you to your feet. He patted his brother’s shoulder. “Left in Hogwarts on Christmas. Just like my brother. Shall we?”

You slung your arm around Newt’s. “We shall.”

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#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x reader one shot #newt scamander x reader fluff #newt scamander christmas #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fbawft #newt scamander fluff #reader insert #theseus scamander

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alwaysahiccupandastrid · 1 year

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As an autistic person, I want to say something about The Good Doctor.

Over the last month or so - but especially the last two days - Twitter has gone nuts about dragging the absolute piss out of this show. Because autism representation is so rare in major television shows or movies, I’ve been finding myself questioning whether The Good Doctor is in fact “good” representation in the slightest or if I’m just clinging onto it because it’s one of the few shows out there with an autistic lead… and people dragging the shit out of it has made me even more unsure because I’ve only seen one and a half seasons of the show so far and so I can’t really speak on how the show has done recently in regards to portraying autism.

Personally, do I feel that Shaun in TGD represents me and how I am autistic? No. But to be honest, I wasn’t expecting him to because autism is a spectrum and the areas where my autism affects my life will be different to other people’s; it’s also worth noting that it’s been shown that autistic traits are different in girls than in boys, and that girls tend to mask more etc. Obviously this does not apply to ALL boys and ALL girls, but in general it’s thought that girls and women tend to have different traits to boys and men.

With this in mind, Shaun actually does remind me at times of a child at the school I’m currently at - again, not 100% the same but there’s similarities in regards to how they talk, what they say etc. However, that child is five-nearly-six, and Shaun is a grown man so… do with that information what you will. There have also been a couple of moments I’ve had so far watching the show where it’s seemed like lightening has struck and I’m like “Oh that’s me!” - namely the social awkwardness and a meltdown scene. It’s not every episode, it’s only on occasion, but it’s been nice to see nonetheless because the only other time I’ve witnessed that with an actual confirmed autistic character is Newt Scamander.

Obviously I don’t speak for all autistic people, and I’m very aware that many other autistic people have expressed dislike and criticism of the show - and I get it, I truly do. I do think the show isn’t exactly the best written (to put it nicely) and that it gives a very stereotypical representation of autism, namely “white boy/man autism”. I don’t want to bash the show too much because while I’ve seen complaints about it, I’ve also had some fellow autistic people say to me that they love the show and that they feel Shaun represents them - and that’s great.

I do want to express my discomfort about the fact that people have turned a scene where Shaun is having a meltdown into a meme. There is a very fine line between criticizing a piece of media for bad representation and then mocking autistic meltdowns - and I think a lot of neurotypicals are in fact just using it as an excuse to laugh at autistic people and mock us. It’s not just that scene either: I’ve seen people mocking clips showing how he stands, how he talks, how he interacts with people, and it very much feels like people just wanted a chance to make ableist comments about autistic people.

It’s also interesting that this show has so far had six whole seasons air, it’s got extremely high viewership, and yet it’s only now that people are taking offence to a scene that occurred at least four years ago. I know that Twitter has had a field day over another scene in the first season where Shaun at first struggles to understand why a trans woman is “she” (which, you know, is a whole other kettle of fish given that I’ve seen it claimed that autistic people are more likely to be trans/NB etc), and far right TERFs/bigots were using that scene as some kind of “gotcha!”… right up until it was pointed out that by the end of the episode, Shaun fully accepted the trans woman’s gender identity and used the correct pronouns.

Again, I’m not saying this was brilliant writing or anything, but it was several years ago and is only now being brought up, same with other scenes taken out of context in the show… Yes, autistic people have voiced grievances with it before, but were ignored - I don’t believe for one minute that the neurotypicals making the memes and being preachy give one shit about actually autistic people or care about us, because otherwise why were our voices ignored before? It’s only now that it’s been getting public notice for the trans episode that people are going “ohhhh this show sucks and is bad representation” as if members of the autistic community haven’t voiced that opinion for years. It just rubs me the wrong way quite frankly.

What I will say is that I’m tired of seeing people drag Freddie Highmore though. He’s a good actor, anyone who’s seen him in things he’s done since his childhood will know that, it’s not his fault if he’s given shit scripts to work with. I do also think Freddie means well with his portrayal, even if he’s (as far as we know) allistic and the fact he appeared in an Autism $peaks video (because of TGD/all the cast did it) - the man has zero social media presence whatsoever though and didn’t even know what Pokémon Go was, so I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt this time and assume he truly hasn’t been informed about how harmful that organisation is. Or maybe I’m just going soft on him because seven year old me had an age appropriate crush on him eighteen years ago, who knows at this point?

I’m hoping all of this talk will open up a dialogue about the show and about the representation of autism, if nothing else.

#the good doctor #shaun murphy #freddie highmore #autistic #actually autistic #autism

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xmalereader · 2 years

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Newt Scamander X Male Reader

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Authors Note: Let’s be honest, protective and powerful reader who is also newts husband makes me feel certain things 🤌🏼 Newt deserves a man like that who would probably care for him and his creatures too and to be like, “I can destroy this whole city with a snap of my fingers if you decide to fuck with my husband.” So, let’s give Newt a husband that’s powerful and ‘dangerous’.

Request: hi!! sorry i don’t know if here is were you send the requests (new to tumblr), i saw the post of requesting for 24 and i’ve been reading your works for awhile now. so i decided “why not?”, sooo here i am :). Could i request a powerful/intimidating male reader with Newt Scamander? reader is usually seen as intimidating and cold hearted for being a powerful wizard, very good at combat, defeating anyone who comes their way, and mostly because they enjoy residing in a snowy terrain, maybe reader is taller than Newt and a bit tad built. Thanks to this Tina, Queenie and Jacob don’t trust him that much, so when some problems arise, reader comes to help Newt and then for them to notice that reader is extremely protective and has a soft spot for Newt, for them to then take notice that they have been married for awhile now :]

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of anxiety, mentions of Thesues, Tina doesn’t like reader, reader is a dark wizard, slight sexual tension, kissing, Queenie being a queen, mentions of grindelwald, creatures, Teddy being Teddy, hunters.

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Tags: @un-namedmalereader

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The Jade Company was a group of Wizards and Witches who remained hidden in the shadows. Sneaking around with ballots when it came to elections and participating in protests. They were known for many things and were extremely powerful. Some would say that their leader reminded them of Gellert Grindelwald before the dark wizard was sent to prison.

Their leader was a feared among many people, they knew not to mess with him and to respect his people. Everyone claims to have seen him kill and murder many from the wizarding world, which is why he became one of the most wanted in London. The reason why he hadn’t been captured yet is because rumors had spread around, claiming that he owned half of the ministry and that those who worked there, worked for him. They were the ones who kept his secrets hidden and made it harder for everyone to capture him.

MACUSA had even gotten themselves involved when appearance of the company was made during the Holidays. Many wizards and witches had gone missing and many returned either too petrified to speak or not remembering the events. No one knew why the company was doing this but they were willing to get to the bottom of it.

“They’ve done it again!” Tina slammed the daily prophet on the dining table, startling the others. The Goldstein sisters and Jacob were visiting Newt Scamander for the Holidays. All three visiting the strange man who kept himself hidden in his basement where he attend the creatures. No one judged Newt for it, he was known for treating creatures.

Newt was nice enough to allow his friends to stay over. They did make plans to celebrate Christmas that was approaching next week.

“Did the Jade make an appearance again?” Queenie asks in a soft voice as she sets the food down on the table. Tina had grown restless with all of this, she came here for a break but the Jade company never took breaks. “Yes, they invaded Frances Ministry, stealing records of many different criminals.” She sighs out deeply, rubbing her temples.

It’s been going on for almost two years now and this situation was frustrating her. “Don’t stress out Tina, you’ll find a way to stop it.” Said queenie, reassuring her sister.

“Stop what?” Everyone turns to face Newt who held Pickett in his hand. The Magizoolist had finished feeding and cleaning the creatures before heading upstairs where he hears Tina’s commotion. “The Jade Company stole from the ministry of France.” Said Queenie.

Newt hums, tilting his head as he allows Pickett to crawl onto his shoulder. “What did they steal?”

“Records of various criminals.” Tina moans out.

“That’s not so bad.”

Everyone looked at newt with a surprise expression. “Not so bad? Newt they stole from the ministry!”

“I understand but their records of criminals, people who no one is really fond of. Have you ever asked yourself why?” Jacob thinks Newt has a point. The muggle wasn’t even apart of the Ministry but he knew a lot about the magical world. “Newts right, I mean—the ministry contains a lot of important stuff and out of everything they steal it’s criminal records?” Jacob points out.

Tina can only think back as she tries to think of a reasoning as to why they stole the records. “Maybe their trying to clear their names without us knowing, so it’s easier for them to move around.” She blurts out, too angry to think about her words and choices.

Newt slowly frowns, glancing at Pickett before sighing. “Why don’t we enjoy dinner.” He casually says, changing the topic as he sits across from Jacob. Smiling at Queenie who agrees and serves him a plate full of food. The four sit together on the table as they ate and spoke about their days.

Newt was enjoying his time and didn’t expect a knock at his front door, startling the other as they all looked up and towards the door. Newt shyly gets up and moves towards the door, unlocking it and pulling it open to see his older brother Theseus, standing on the other side. He frowns at the sight of his brother but quickly smilies when he sees a creature in his arms with a familiar blue ribbon tied around its neck.

“Delivery.” Theseus tells Newt as he hands him the Augurey, the young bird letting out a small chirp as it’s passed into Newts arms. The younger Scamander smiles widely as he takes the creature inside and to make sure that it’s healthy.

Theseus greets the others with a smile. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, just came to drop off Newts gift.”

“An Augurey?” Tina questions with a raised brow as she watched Newt handle the creature with care. “From a family friend.” Theseus tells her, slipping his hands in his pockets as he looks over his shoulder to watch newt care for the creature. He can’t help but stare at the blue ribbon around its neck, knowing what it meant.

Theseus out of all people knew where that blue ribbon comes from, let alone who it comes from. One of the most powerful wizards had befriended their family hears back, growing close with the Scamander brothers that he grew close with his little brother. He always stopped by Theseus or Newts place to drop off creatures that he finds injured or alone.

Knowing that Newt will be able to take care of them.

“Hear about France?” Tina pulls Theseus out of his thoughts, the young Auror turning to face her with a small nod as he accompanies them into a small dinner and talk.

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Newt had told his friends that he was leaving for the next few days out, news of Nundus being spotted near the area had gotten his attention. He’s been looking for areas where he can release the Nundu’s that he’s rescued a few months back, now that they were healthy and ready to be released, newt wants to make sure that it’s done at a proper place.

He tells his friends in a rush that he was leaving, suit case in hand as he runs out while putting his coat on.

“Don’t worry Pickett, they’ll be fine.” He tells the bowtruckle who clings onto his coat, rolling his eyes as he hides into his pocket. Newt smiles at the creatures reaction before apparating to the location. He ends up in the woods, clutching his case close as he moved around silently as he listens for any signs of Nundu.

Newt doesn’t expect himself to find the herd so soon, watching them huddle together while the females protected their young’s one. Newt smile was wide, setting his case down and unlocking it. He makes sure to move silently before pulling out his wand and whispering a silent summoning spell. Both Nundu that he’s taken care of, pop out of his case and into the open field where the others looked over, growing protective.

Newt watches closely as they circled around each other. Newt had studied these creatures for years now and knows that in order to be accepted they would have to perform a dance that allowed them to join. The wizard sat back on the grass, tilting his head to the side as he watched them with wonder, amazed by the new things. He makes sure to pull out his journal and write them down, not wanting to miss this opportunity.

As he wrote and drew out small sketches he feels Pickett squeak in distress, pulling on his ear to gain the wizards attention. “What is it?” Newt turns to Pickett who points towards the Nundus who were peacefully together. At first, newt didn’t seem to worried until he saw a random stranger approaching them in silence, wand raised and with a mischievous smile.

Newts eyes widen, bolting up he holds out his own wand, casting a protective spell around the creatures. The action startled the creatures, standing guard as newt stands on the other side of the protective barrier. He watches the young man frown at him, three more others appearing from out of the trees while newt stepped back, knowing that he was in trouble.

He calls his case to him, taking it in hand as he steps back. He’s quick to know that these men were hunters and coming after the creatures. He knows that Nundu are known to be sold off in the black market due to their sharp teeth and strength, using them for fights or other nasty games that Newt disliked very much.

“It’s not safe for them.” Newt murmured to himself as he glanced over his shoulder to see the Nundu huddled together, keeping their cubs close. His attention is pulled back to the protective barrier that is being broken by the three men, casting spells against it as it tears apart.

Newt clutched his case and held his wand tight. He’s dealt with many hunters in his passed and won’t hesitate to protect the creatures, he was ready to fight back either they were better than him or not. He wouldn’t give up.

Newt glared at the hunters, taking a step back until he noticed them stop. The three stepping backwards in fright and with wide eyes, causing newt to grow confused but their sudden change.

“Do you really think that’ll work?”

Newt is startled by the soft voice behind him, turning around to come face to face with the Jade Companies leader. The man was taller than him by a few inches and leaner, he stood tall and proud but of course, he would slouch whenever the man was not in the mood to deal with anyone he didn’t care about.

But here he stood, in front of newt with a grin on his face while he held his own wand in hand, his follows standing behind him as they attended to the creatures.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone, my love.” Newt hears him whisper, lifting his hand to brush his thumb against Newts freckles, causing him to blush softly. “Im not alone.” He mumbled out.

“Pickett doesn’t count.” Newt groans, looking away from the man’s gaze as the other chuckles at him before looking back over at the hunters. His smile changing into a frown.

“Isabella, please handle them.” He instructs to the young women who stood next to him. She gives off a small bow of respect before grinning and stepping forward to break the barrier.

Newt sighs deeply as he feels their leader pull him close, their chests brushing up against each other. “The Nundu are safe, my men are taking care of them and taking them somewhere safe.” He whispers to him, slipping his wand away and focusing on the man in front of him.

“I had it handled.” Newt mumbled out with a small pout while his husband, the leader of the Jade company laughs at him. The taller man can only shake his head, taking newts case into his own hands. “Come along, let’s get you back home before your brother starts to worry.”

Both Y/n and Theseus have known each other for a very long time. He actually had history with the Scamander family since they go way back. Y/n came into the picture when his own parents became friends with the Scamander family, his parents also having a passion for creatures and would sometimes help Mrs. Scamander with breeding and raising hippogriffs. Due to their constant visiting he grew close to the brothers.

Y/n was only able to see them during breaks and after their years in Hogwarts. He never attended the school, instead he was homeschooled and improved his own magic in his own ways. After his parents passed away he was on his own, sometimes he was welcomed into the Scamander household where he grew closer with the brothers to the point where he grew feelings towards Newt.

The younger Scamander brother grew close to Y/n, the two going everyone together. Newt would drag the man to search for creatures and explore the world until they finally confessed their feelings for each other. Newt was always shy around Y/n, flustered by the confession but accepting the feelings. The two dates for two years before Y/n proposed to Newt, ending in the two getting married.

He didn’t start the Jade until later on, wanting to improve the world, both muggle and magical. In order to do that he had to break many laws, which is how he ended up becoming one of the worlds biggest criminals for actions that weren’t even considered crimes but petty ones. He was a hard man to find a capture, y/n was lucky to have Theseus on his side who would cover his tracks whenever necessary. The older Scamander didn’t do it for y/n, he did it for Newt, wanting to keep his brother safe from everything and everyone.

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Y/n had taken Newt back home, holding his case in his left hand and holding newts hand in his right as he dragged him back to his flat. “I told you, if you ever find creatures to let me know. I can’t let you go alone—hunters are lurking around more and I’d hate to see you hurt or worse, dead.” He explains to Newt. He’s seen Newt get injured far too many times whenever he travels alone, appearing back at his place with injures. He’d be the one to attend him only to find out that they were caused by hunters or sometimes a creature who grew too frightened.

“I can assure you that I can handle my own situations. Might I remind you, I used to travel alone before we got married.” Newt reminds his husband.

Y/n frowns with a soft glare. “That is true but now your stick with me so, I want you safe.” He leans down to press a kiss on Newts head. As the two approach the front door, it’s suddenly yanked open.

A wide eyed Tina greets them. Her eyes trialing to newt and then to Y/n, without thinking the two pull out their wands. Tina holding it out against his chest while Y/n was quick to place the tip of his wand against her neck. The two glaring at each other.

“Tina—!” Newt steps forward to get between the two, but Tina shakes her head. “Stay back.” She instructs, glaring at Y/n. “Newt this man is dangerous, why are you with him?” She hissed out in shock, her wand still in hand and her grip tight.

Y/n chuckles, grinning at her. “He hasn’t told you?” He questions, tilting his head to the side, mocking her. “Tell me what?” She asks, suddenly growing confused.

The dark wizard is the first to withdraw his wand, lowering his hand and away from her neck. “Allow me to introduce myself.” His voice going polite. “As you already know, I’m Y/n and Newt is my husband who I am visiting for awhile.”

The head Aurors mouth falls open, not believing the words that were coming out of the man’s mouth. She turns to face newt, hoping that he would deny it, but the way he was avoiding her stare and fidgeting around nervously was enough for her to know that it was true.

“I suggest putting that away.” Y/n cuts in, putting his own wand away and turning to Newt. He sighs softly, stepping closer to his husband and reaching a hand out to gently stroke his cheeks. “You alright, darling?” He whispers this time, low enough for newt to hear.

Newt wasn’t used to confrontation, it always made him feel uncomfortable and felt like he was being judged by Tina all because he was married to a fearless criminal. “I—“ he breaths out. “I want see Teddy.” He quickly says.

Y/n nods his head and takes ahold of Newts hand, giving Tina one last glare before shoving their way through. He’s met with a couple once he steps through, the blonde gasping at his appearance while the shorter man sitting next to her frowns. He raised a brow and focused on Newt. “Newt, Buddy you okay?”

The man is quick to approach Newt without hesitation. The man didn’t show any signs of fear towards him, figuring out that he is a muggle who showed kindness towards Newt. He can tell how close they are since Newt is reaching out to his very good friend.

“Could you take him to see Teddy.” Y/n blurts out.

“The niffler? Yeah, yeah sure.” Jacob helps newt head downstairs to the basement where he keeps the nifflers. Whenever Newt felt stress or anxious he would stay with the nifflers who provided him comfort.

Once the two disappear downstairs, he’s left alone with Tina and the unknown blonde women. He turns around to face the two. “If you’re Tina then you must be Queenie.” He gives the women a smile. He can feel the tension and the way they stood uncomfortable around him.

“Relax, I’m not here to cause any trouble. I caught Newt almost getting attacked and had to step in and bring him back home.” Y/n explains with a sigh, sitting on the sofa.

“So, your married to Newt.” Tina stares as a matter of fact. She moves around cautiously around Y/n, which he doesn’t blame her for. “Yes.” He confirms. “We’ve been married for awhile now, I proposed to him during one of his travels to China. He was looking into dragons and I joined him, later I asked him to marry me at Yu garden—“

“Oh, how sweet.”

“Queenie—!”

“Since then we’ve been married.” Y/n smiles his hands in his pockets. “I’m not here to get anyone hurt. A friend of newts is a friend of mine, either they work from the ministry or not. Muggle or Wizard, I does not matter to me.” He stands from his spot.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t hate you or get you arrest.” Tina threatens out, standing as well. “What you’ve done is a crime.”

Y/n slowly smirks, tilting his head. “Tell me Goldstein, do you have proof of me causing these crimes?”

Tina opens and closes her mouth. She knew that she doesn’t have anything, most of Y/n’s followers did the dirty work for him. The world knows who he is and what his followers have done but nothing points back to Y/n being involved, he’s rarely seen and his record is clean. The ministry has nothing on him to use if he is to be locked away.

“Exactly.” Tina swallows nervously as he ran his fingers through his hair tiredly. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to say goodbye to my husband before I leave.” He gives Queenie a friendly smile and a small nod to Tina before heading downstairs where he finds Newt curled up in one of the medical stalls, hay spread everywhere while the baby nifflers crawled around him and Teddy sat near his head, playing with his dirty blonde hair.

Y/n smile softens, bending down to his knees and gently nudged Newt. The magizoologist peaks out from underneath one of the nifflers who crawled on his face. Y/n chuckles, adjusting himself to sit down next to him and gently removing the creature from his face. “Easy now, he isn’t in the mood to deal with you.” Y/n warns the small niffler who huffed.

He rolls his eyes and offers the niffler his pocket watch, which he allows him to play with and be distracted. He pushed some strands of hair out of newts face. “I have to go, my love.” He whispers.

Newt shakes his head, taking his hand into his and hugging it close to his chest. “Don’t go, you always leave.”

“I’m sorry, but I have things to finish.” Y/n also hates leaving his husband behind, but the two always find a way to see each other. “Christmas is approaching.” He says. “I’ll stay with you the whole month of December to celebrants the holidays.”

Newt perks up. “All of December?”

“Yes.”

“All 31 days?”

“Yes, Newt.”

“Including weekdays and weekends?”

Y/n laughs, leaning down to capture newts lips into a soft kiss. “Yes, all 31 days, including weekdays and weekends.” He mumbled against his lips. “I’ll spoil you this year.” He licks into Newts mouth, hearing him whine as he gripped his shoulders. The two kissing deeply, suddenly growing heated. Before things can go further, y/n is the first to pull away, hearing Newt whimper from the lose of lips.

Y/n licks his lips. “I promise to be back soon.” He never broke his promises to Newt. “And like I said, I’m going to spoil you.” He gives newt another kiss on the lips while holding Newt close in his arms.

“Be safe.” Newt murmurs against his neck, nuzzling into him. “Bring me a chimera.” Y/n chuckles. “I’ll see what I can do.”

#male reader #newt Scamander x male reader #newt Scamander #fantastic beasts and the crimes of grindelwald #fbawtft #wizards #Harry Potter x male reader #Harry Potter #fantastic beasts #Newt Scamander x male reader #dark wizard

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ellivenollivander · 1 month

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To show support, positivity & foster community I am going to share all of the things I’ve read this week, every week. ☺️

My ask box is open if you ever wish to send me something you love or have written. Non-HL content is below the cut.

Salvation by @cuffmeinblack - A Garreth centric WIP that will tear your heart into pieces and make you sob for our sweet baby Gryffindor.

A Partner In Crime by @imagrindylow - A short, sweet & silly one shot involving friendship shenanigans with Reader and Everett Clopton. Reminded me much of how much I LOVE a good slice of life platonic friendship fic. The Trouble With Muggle Laws by @applinsandoranges - A reread of one of my favorite applin fics. Well worth reading, and rereading as all of her work is. Sweet baby Sebby with a heart of gold.

All Non-HL content I read and list below is within the Wizarding World Universe. When You Wake by eleventy7 - A tragic story involving Draco, Astoria & Little Scorpius. I ugly cried as I devoured it. Found it when I fell in love with how the author portrayed Astoria in Running On Air. In Search Of A Grecian Beast by @nincompoopydoo - Theseus Scamander x Reader (with Newt cameo!) drabble. Ate this up while waiting to clock in for work, made me giggle and smile and kick my feet. For once, thank you Tumblr algorithm. 🙏

#hogwarts legacy #elli wrap up #I just thought this would be a nice way to spread some positivity and hype one another up #I likely read far more than this #I swear I will do better at keeping better track moving forward

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its-vannah · 2 years

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A New Normal - Theseus x Reader

A/N: Enjoy! Let me know if you have any requests for any characters :)

Word Count: 751

Warnings: None (?), really fluffy and cute <3

Candles floated above your head as you sat in one of the long benches in the Great Hall, a small smile spread on your lips as you watched Jacob explain his wand to the students that surrounded him.

Lally tapped her foot anxiously as the three of you waited for Newt and Theseus. But Albus refused to start the meeting without them. You couldn't help but remind him that time was ticking. The longer you waited, the closer Grindlewald came to suceeding in his plan to rule over the world. As much as you hated to think about it, there was a chance that the Scamander brothers weren't coming back.

But the doors swung open just in time, revealing Newt cradling Teddy in his arms and Theseus with a look of shock spread across his face.

You jumped up from the table, breaking out into a run to meet them. You threw your arms around the brothers, pulling them into a tight embrace.

Growing up with the two of them, you had grown to view them as family. Being only four years younger than Theseus and four years older than Newt, you always had one of the brothers with you at Hogwarts.

Newt akwardly pat you on the back with his free hand, while Teddy swiped at your necklace in an effort to get it from your neck. Theseus leaned into the hug, burying his head into the crook of your shoulder. He was always a hugger.

As you pulled away, Theseus' hand lingered on your back. Newt had already sped away towards Jacob and Lally, eager to hear how the dinner went.

"Theseus…" You trailed off, leaning into him as you walked over to join, whispering, "Make me a promise."

He exhaled, and you continued, "Promise me you'll never go head to head with a group of Grindlewald's followers alone again?"

Theseus gave your hand a light squeeze in response, "I'll try."

Smiling up at him, you waited for Dumbledore to decide your future.

You sat between Theseus and Newt at dinner, twirling your… questionably looking soup with your spoon. Wrinkling your nose, you forced a smile on your face, "Thank you, Aberforth."

He grumbled in response, lifting a glass of butterbeer to his lips and downing it in one gulp.

Bunty gazed at Newt, infatuated, but he only stared at the photo of Tina pinned to the top of his case.

Turning towards Theseus, you sighed, "This is the most normal things have been in months."

He nodded, "It seems crazy to call this normal."

"Do you remember, when we were at Hogwarts, and I set my cauldron on fire?" You asked, and he chuckled in response, nodding.

"I remember." He said, pulling his suit sleeves down, "You caught my robes on fire, too."

You whipped your head around to face him, "I did not! That was entirely your doing."

"I didn't exactly expect for you to blow up your cauldren, Y/N." He teased, "Too much wormwood."

Playfully rolling your eyes, you sighed, shoving your bowl to the side, to which he said, "Not hungry?"

You nodded to his bowl, which was still filled to the brim with soup, "Are you?"

"Fair enough."

It was silent for a moment. Newt was speaking with Dumbledore upstairs, Bunty was tending to the Qilin, Lally was trying to talk to Aberforth, who was beyond distracted and looking intensely into a mirror.

"Theseus?"

He hummed in response, and you continued, "If we don't make it in time, and Grindlewald succeeds, what's going to happen to us?"

"I haven't really thought about it. Everything's been happening so fast, I haven't really had time." Theseus brushes a stray curl out of his eyes, "But I'd like to think that Grindlewald won't succeed. I don't think I could take another night in Erkstag."

"Don't want to see your old Manticore friend again?" You joked, "You two have quite fond memories of one another."

"I've got a feeling he won't be too happy to see me, considering I took an arm with me."

"Oh, he'll be fine." You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder, pausing for a moment, "I don't want this night to end, Thes."

Theseus placed his head atop yours, "Me neither, but it has to. Everything has to end at some point."

You stayed silent, and he added, "But I like this kind of normal."

A small, knowing smile appeared on the both of your faces. You could get used to this.

#theseus scamander #theseus x reader #theseus scamander x y/n #theseus scamander x reader #theseus scamander x you #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter imagines #theseus-scamander #fanfiction #harry potter fic #theseus scamander one shot

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statticscribbles · 2 years

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Hidden Alpha

Summary: Newt/Reader; a/b/o dynamics, Newt is an Alpha but prefers to keep it hidden

Some part of you isn’t surprised; it made sense the more you thought about it. Newt Scamander was an Alpha; it’s how he was able to keep so many different creatures in order under the same small area; they were his pack and he was their Alpha. It was why, despite how meek most people described him as they always seemed to respect him a little too much for him to be written off as the Beta that was marked on the forms he presented. Queenie had told Tina that they were forged; you knew before either of them had said anything as you’d help him get them.

You hadn’t told him why you knew the forger; you figured he assumed it was something to do with you having trips back and forth overseas and smuggling a few creatures of your own. You don’t argue with him. You don’t notice the way he keeps you closer to him than the others, despite only having been traveling with him for months; it feels like you’ve known each other for years. While you weren’t close at Hogwarts, you blamed it on your shyness and the fact you were both hufflepuffs.

You’re late for the tea he invited you to; he’d wanted you to meet his friends visiting from America and you’d been more than excited to go; of course Theseus decided to come with you; insisting his brother would be fine with it. When you show up to the place Tina and Queenie are staying in; trailing behind sputtering apologies about being late; Queenie grins at you and Newt’s hand nudges you in the door as he glares at Theseus. You catch when Tina goes to shake your hand; and Theseus moves out of the way; his hands brushing on your back; Newt steps backward and Queenie’s eyes light up as she smiles. When you go to shake her hand she pulls you into a hug winking and you catch Newt’s arms wrapping around himself.

“Didn’t you have something to show him?” Theseus reminds you and you grin almost running into Newt when you pull your case up.

“You got a case like mine?” He grins and you nod.

“Yes but that’s not what I wanted to show you; well I should tell you first.” You nod sitting back down at the table hiding your burning face at the fact you almost crashed into him.

“So I was cutting through the back alley’s to try to find, well it doesn’t matter why.” You cut yourself off avoiding talking about the forger and the suppresant potions you buy from him; instead chewing your lip as if to remember something.

“Either way this caught my eye.” You gesture to the shimmering bangle that’s woven with gold and silver.

“And just as I was about to get it Victor rushes in; grabs it from my hand and then I have to chase him over three more streets until he gives it back!” You grin and Queenie laughs. Newt looks suddenly very upset.

“Victor?” Theseus questions and you nod.

“Yes; here.” You unlatch your case and pull the half asleep niffler out.

“He’s blind; but can still sense shiny things!” You hold Victor out and he yawns before his paws twist to try to grab the bracelet.

“Oh wow.” Newt breathes looking far less upset.

“You know what that means right?” You bounce slightly unable to wait as you answer your own question.

“Nifflers don’t just use sight to find items! They probably use smell or some sort of specialized sensors!” You grin and Newt beams back. You pat Victor on the head and Newt offers his hands out Victor snaps and hisses slightly.

“Oh; Victor don’t be mean.” You scold softly and Victor curls onto your lap.

“He must not be comfortable with your smell; he doesn’t like anyone besides me; if it helps.” You add as Newt deflates slightly.

“Oh! Hold on; sorry; may I?” You offer your hand out to Newt and he nods reaching forward. You try your best to block out the thoughts of what you’re about to do; and you quickly brush the scent gland on your wrist over Newts arm, nudging Victor who moves forward letting Newt’s hand now brush his fur. Newt grins and you smile back letting him pet Victor who still sits on your lap. You try your best to fight off a yawn but fail Tina offering you a bed to stay the night.

“It’ll just be in there with Newt; if that’s alright.” She smiles and you nod. Whenever you’d traveled with him you’d both always made sure to have beds as far away as possible; to avoid any awkwardness. You find it ironic that staying with his friends is when you’re forced to sleep next to each other. You try your best to figure out why you’re so tired; you hadn’t been out or up late; there was no reason for you to feel so exhausted beyond your heat; but you knew that wouldn’t be happening due to the suppression potion you’d taken earlier. You try your best not to squirm too much when you start to feel hot; you close your eyes for a moment and before you know it Queenie is muttering to Tina who’s awkwardly trying to convince Newt to stay in his case.

“It’s okay Tina; I can just go back to the hotel; it’s no problem if Theseus walks with me anyways; no one’s going to bother and Alpha and Omega walking to a hotel.” You know what’s happening; you’ve caught on that the suppression potion was a fake; probably nothing more that flavoured water or a pep-up potion.

“Y/N; it’s fine stay here. We can talk to Newt when he comes back up.”

“Back up?”

“He bolted down there right after Tina said you were an Omega; seems like he had no idea.” Queenie smiles and you eye the case as it opens once more.

“Y/N can stay in my case. I charmed it so you won’t be able to get out until your heat fades. It’s safer. Besides all the creatures like you; you’ll be safe, they won’t let anyone hurt you.” You nod stumbling down the stairs to grin at the creatures.

“Hey guys; I’m sorry I’m not Newt I’ll start feeding you in a sec.”

“They’ve already been fed Y/N!”

“They deserve treats!” You shout back and Newt bites his lip to stop from smiling.

“You went down there cause it's far away from me; so I couldn’t read your mind.” Queenie grins and him and Newt sighs.

“You could just tell her.” Theseus comments and Newt turns to him.

“I’m amazed she hasn’t noticed your jealousy yet; you almost shoved me out the door when I walked in.” He grins and Newt glares shrugging.

“Do you remember when I met her? You had to physically step away because you wanted to; well Merlin knows what you wanted to do, but I was a problem in that equation.” Newt glares and keeps his eyes down.

“I just wanted you to step back.” He mutters and Theseus grins.

“You didn’t want me near her, why?” Newt doesn’t say anything turning away.

“It’s odd; you wanting an omega. Especially one like that.” Theseus says it to goad Newt. He’s about to respond when you climb halfway out of the suitcase.

“Newt; I thought you might want your coat.” You offer it out and he nods in thanks. Theseus tries his best to not grin in triumph. Newt blinks for a moment swallowing before Queenie grins.

“Newt just tell her how you feel honey. It’ll make everything easier.”

“I don’t need to- bugger.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I left my wand down there.”

“You can get it when she’s sleeping; or Queenie can grab it.” Tina assures and Newt nods, folding his jacket over the chair.

-It’s almost midnight; you feed the creatures a few extra treats, ignoring the scolding you’re probably going to get from Newt when he returns and curl into the makeshift bed he uses when he stays down in the case. You try your best not to make any noise when you can hear footsteps; curling further into his scent from the bed and trying to ignore how your heat makes every part of you ache.

“Y/N?” Newt’s voice is softer than you’ve heard and you don’t respond.

“There it is.” You hear him mumble as he no doubt picks his wand up from the workbench.

“Hey Dougal; where’s Y/N? She doing okay? Are you guys taking care of her?” You can hear him talking to the other creatures.

“Where’s the Niffler; he didn’t.” Newt doesn’t finish instead turning and walking over to the bed where you know the niffler has settled next to your stomach.

“How beautiful.” He sighs and you shift in the bed pretending to be asleep. You can feel his hand hovering over your face and his fingers run through your hair before he pulls away.

“You guys keep her safe okay?” He repeats sighing sadly as he moves; you make sure he’s almost up the stairs before you pretend to wake whining. You can hear him stop moving and suck in a breath.

“Newt.” You can hear Theseus’ voice and Newt sighs once more.

“You know you wouldn’t forgive yourself.” Theseus repeats and you furrow your brow trying to keep quiet as you follow Newt on the stairs; holding the drowsy niffler to your chest protectively.

“Newt?” you question and he trips slightly on the stairs running back up and slamming the case closed. You blink up at the doorway in the darkness.

“Oh, I guess he doesn’t want me then.” You try your best not to sniffle to the niffler who then scrambles away as you place him on the bed. The niffler returns offering you a shimmering ring. You thank him pulling the ring towards you before offering it back out. The niffler squeaks and you put the ring on; it makes a pleased sound and settles next to you as you return to the bed; ignoring the embarrassment as you press your face into Newt’s scent and all but roll around in it.

You wake up to Queenie laughing and you're about to let her know you’re awake but she retreats to the stairs.

“NEWT!” She hisses up and you can hear his footsteps before his voice fills your ears.

“What’s wrong did something happen? Did one of the- Queenie; if you don’t tell me what happened…” he trails off and you can hear him suppress a laugh.

“Well at least the niffler likes her.” He sighs and you can feel his fingers softly touching you; moving something off of your arm You open your eyes and shift slightly; his hand going from close to your neck to lower almost at your chest.

“Sorry.” He jumps back moving towards the stairs and Queenie tries her best to stop staring as Newt runs up them.

“Y/N. it appears the niffler has taken a shine to you; literally.” She grins pulling off a few spare trinkets that the niffler had covered you with.

“Was that Newt?” You ask and Queenie nods.

“He doesn’t hate you sweetheart; he’s just never been around an omega during heat. He wants to help but he doesn’t know how.”

“Oh.” Is all you say but Queenie gives you a look and then sighs.

“We’re all going out in an hour; there’s a meeting at the MCUSA and Theseus managed to convince Newt to leave the case here; considering you’re in it; you’re welcome to stretch your legs once we leave; or at least make yourself a cup of tea or lunch in a proper kitchen.” She nods and you thank her, turning your attention to where the pile of jewels and shimmering objects rests.

“Okay; now then little niffler; these are yours. You can take them back.” You offer a necklace out and the niffler grips it in his hands turning it over and placing it in his pouch.

“You know what I love about Omega’s the most?” Newt cringes at the Alpha who’s been droning on and on.

“What?” Queenie rolls her eyes and Newt tries his best to ignore the answer from the alpha.

“They’re just so helpless when they’re in heat; you can do anything to ‘em and they’ll thank you. You should try it next time you find one; I’m sure you meet dozens on your travels.” He grins and Newt sighs turning back to walk over to Theseus.

“Why am I here.”

“Because we can’t trust you with your case.” Theseus deadpans and sighs making his way over to Tina who’s talking to Queenie. Newt watches them for another moment before deciding to head back to the apartment.

He’s apparated back into the bedroom, surprised to see the case’s lid is still shut. He makes his way into the kitchen for a cup of tea; staring at the scene before him.

“Pickett sweetheart, no.” You sigh plucking the bowtruckle from where he tries to plait your hair.

“It’s going to get knots in it. Can I just make my tea in peace; I swear I’ll give you a full half of a biscuit; I won’t tell Newt anything.” Pickett squeaks back and you pout.

“Okay that’s not fair; me being in love with him and you getting half a biscuit are not the same thing at all! Either way I’ve kept that well enough; Queenie is the only person who knows; and she won’t say anything because she knows that Newt doesn’t like being outed as an Alpha.” You sigh confused when you hear a thump in the bedroom.

“Oh, I hope Dougal didn’t get out.”

“Dougal! Please don’t be- Oh. Hey Newt.” You cough awkwardly and Newt grins from where he’s sitting on the bed. He looks slightly flushed and you wonder how fast he apparated back to the house.

“Sorry.” He looks down at the ground and you shake your head.

“I was just making tea; I’ll go back down now, I just fed everyone.”

“Is Pickett with you?”

“Yes, he’s trying to plait my hair; he’s mostly just tying it in loops. Is everyone else back?”

“No, just me.”

“Were you worried about your creatures in the case?”

“Yes; I was worried about everyone; plus the conversation was getting hard to listen to.”

“Were they insulting everyone?” You frown, gesturing to the case while Pickett is peaking out from your shoulder.

“Mostly you. Well all Omega’s but it bothered me.” He wrinkles his nose and you shrug.

“It’s okay Newt; I’m sure I’ve heard worse anyways. I should get back in the case; just in case anyone comes in.” You grin a little and nod opening the case but hesitating.

“Pickett misses you.” You hold Pickett out who climbs over to Newt’s hand and up his shoulder.

“Y/N. Are you wearing my shirt?” His voice is the same as the ones he uses for his creatures.

“Yes.” You can hear the way his breath hitches as you retreat back to the case trying to avoid thinking about how flushed his face was and how pleased he looked.

“Newt are you back here?” Theseus’ voice floats down the stairs after you and you can hear Newt cough awkwardly.

“Yes the conversation was boring.”

“Where’s Y/N.”

“In the case; Pickett decided to keep me company for now.” You don’t hear Theseus’ response but you can hear Queenie and Tina entering and then Queenie’s movements towards the case.

“Y/N. Are you okay?”

“Yes?” You peer from just under the case’s lid and she sighs.

“Please stop. The last thing I want is to hear whatever his thoughts are about that.” She shakes her head and turns back to Newt relieved that the only main thought in his head seems to be a repeat of the word mine.

You don’t ask where everyone is; you’d left your wand upstairs when you’d made tea and while you don’t need it, the security it provides is nice. You know the rest of the day will end up with you being unable to do much more than whine and fail to ignore the heat coursing through your own body. You stagger up cringing at how dizzy you are; you wonder how long it’s been since you’ve had an actual heat and you can’t remember with how everything is spinning. You stumble again crashing against the workbench and hiss curling into a ball debating if it’s even worth going back to the bed or if you can just sleep here.

“Y/N?” You lift your head when you can hear Queenie calling on the stairs.

“I’m okay.” You mumble before you can see her shoes.

“You fell; and you’re saying you’re okay?”

“I tripped over the feed bucket. That’s all.” You assure and she smirks.

“So if I call Newt down here?”

“I fell over the feed bucket.” You repeat and she nods.

“Why were you getting out of bed, I was about to bring you some breakfast.”

“I forgot my wand upstairs yesterday when I went to get tea.”

“Newt. Can you get y/n’s wand from the table.”

“Here.” Newts halfway down the stairs when Queenie’s nose wrinkles and you watch as newt sets the wand on the bench.

“No it’s fine she fell over the feed bucket.” You grin at him a little and he offers a hand out, pulling you up and hovering his other hand around your waist.

You try your best not to think about him; about how his hands felt around yours. You try your best to block out how easily he pulled you up; how relieved he had looked when you were okay.You try your best to push all these thoughts out of your head but you just curl closer to the coat he’d left on his bed trying your best to keep your hands from wandering lower; you chastise yourself by reminding yourself he’s upstairs and you’re in his bed; that he’ll smell you on everything but that just makes you ache for that moment. You bit your lip and try to stop from whining but you fail; it’s only half a whine, a squeak really but it rouses Pickett who had been put on babysitting duty and you try to assure him you’re okay but he scrambles up the steps. You’re not sure who you’d rather him get but you wait until you hear footsteps.

“Pickett.” You hiss slightly when he climbs on you. You roll from where you’d been facing the wall buried in Newts coat to come face to face with Newt himself. You don’t breathe just watching Newt. His eyes look almost black and you’re not sure why he’s being so still.

“You okay?” Newt asks and you shake your head; his hand brushing your hair nervously.

“Can I help?” You just nod reaching forward to press your nose into his neck. You don’t care how desperate you sound when you scent him; or how the rest of your body seems to coil around him as he leans over you.

“Y/N; I don’t know if you really want this love; I can’t-“ He starts but you whine and run your tongue over his neck. You can hear his breath hitch and you’re expecting to be pushed back on the bed but instead you feel yourself being pulled closer.

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