Some Unholy War | Theseus Scamander

SUMMARY: In an ideal world, you’d like to think you and Theseus could be friends. Frankly, though, his compassion made you nauseous. Or maybe it was nerves. The feeling was always hard for you to distinguish. You wished the way he looked at you would bring warmth to your chest, but it only reminded you of how that was another impossibility. 

PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x f!reader 

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

WARNINGS: canon-typical things, mentions of smoking and drinking, angst, morally gray reader, mutual pining, semi enemies-to- lovers, protective Theseus, etc. 

A/N: Lowkey proud of this one, so comments and feedback are Super welcomed! This was based off this request, so thank you SO much anon, this was a blast that might have to be a series. Also Huge thanks to @kalllistos​ for all the help, couldn’t have been done without you!! Enjoy.

PART II, PART III, PART IV

You fit in so absolutely.

The rim of your glass was still lined with enough sugar to enjoy dwindling sips. Theseus knew it was gin. Your lipstick left a mark on everything you kissed, the pattern was found on your glass, and the cigarette holder balanced between your fingers. You made everything look so serene. Simple.

Scanning the room, you hadn’t seen Theseus yet. However, he, too, fit in—tie properly knotted to show his status and pocket-watch cleverly tucked in his waistcoat. Once he joined you at the secluded booth, he’d complete the idyllic image.  

Yet, Theseus lingered for a moment, taking you in. Your confidence was always envious. It worked silently, exuding from your presence alone. Your magnetism couldn’t be credited to magic but to how you evolved, becoming pointed and moving without fault.

Theseus was one of the only ones remaining to know it hadn’t begun that way. He remembered you, a few years below him, always sprinting to class, already late. The professors would scold you, and your confidence was read as insolence. You challenged everything and excelled in doing so, but it only lent itself to trouble. It created a barrier always present between the two of you.

“You’re late.” You sucked in a crackling breath. With pointed eyes, you took his presence in. Even late into the night, he was always so poised. Professional.  “I’m risking a lot showing my face here.”

“You look beautiful.” Theseus slid into the leather cushion. The charm always came with his supposed  professionalism. It came in waves and never crawled under your skin the way intended. “Relax…It’s fine.”

Unbuttoning his suit jacket’s button, Theseus settled. It was bold of you to accept his invitation to meet so publicly, but he knew you couldn’t resist. You just needed to play your part smartly and get what you want.  

“Your promises are too shallow for me to trust.” You crossed your legs, making it easier to lean and be heard. Then, you clicked your tongue against your teeth with sarcasm, “I think I’d rather you arrest me.”

“Unfortunately, I’ve clocked out for the night.” Theseus was an intentional man, a clever man. He was protecting his image just as much as yours. “It’s just you and me.”

“That’s why you wanted to meet here…” You hummed with feigned realization. The muggle restaurant was a precarious cover but equally as rewarding in its purpose. “You know there are better ways to ask someone on a date.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time…” Theseus matched your hum absentmindedly. The banter was a buffer, something to ease into an inevitable unwanted conversation. Reaching into his heavily charmed jacket, he pulled out a file.

It was always a fucking file. The folders were always pristine, never quite full of all the information, just enough of what Theseus was willing to share. It grew over the years of the unorthodox relationship, but you knew not to mistake that for trust.

The figures in the picture were blurry, moving incoherently as they entered a building. The stack of images moved in sequence, following rushedly an exchange that was meant to remain a secret. Without seeing their faces well, you knew who they were, and you held back from using your cigarette roach to burn it all away. Instead, the image repeat over and over before you, but your expression was trained with passivity.

“When did he get out?” You finally met Theseus’ eye. Your composure could fool most, but to a trained eye, your discomfort was obvious.

“A month or so at this point...”

Your laugh was bitter. “So, I’ve been a sitting duck.”

“You’ve been avoiding me...” Theseus countered, his tone just barely teasing. There was truth in jest, as there were plenty of owls following you. You looked at him, knowing what came next. His compassion would get him killed. “...I can help you.”

“Careful.” You cocked your head, musing a buried thought. “You’re getting awful sentimental these days.”

“Don’t you want those off?” Theseus leaned in like you had, voice low. Although his fingers were threaded together, he pointed to the bracelets on your wrists.

You smirked, “And ruin my outfit?”

Rarely did you acknowledge them so explicitly. The bracelets—admonitors—dampened your magic by tracking your every spell. They made you feel like a child with a trace spell. Part of you wished you could say you grew accustomed to the constant surveillance, but you grew weary of lying.

The offer was too sweet, and you wanted more than just your magic untraced. “What’s the catch?”

“You help the Ministry find him.” Theseus was trying to protect you, but you were too filled with vindication to notice.

“You mean work for you.”

He frowned, correcting you, “With me.”

“There truly isn’t a difference in your world.” You spat. The ministry was the reason you were in this mess; they branded your cuffs as a daily reminder that your autonomy was shared. “You’d be using me as bait.”

The conversation would go in circles, as it always had. It was the reason more time was added between meetings. Every time you left, that bitter taste grew stronger, and it was difficult to put it aside to face Theseus again and again. This was different—more threatening, but your anger prevailed.

“I won’t do it.”

“Catching him will clear your name.” Theseus all but begged. He remained poised, but you knew it would only last for so long. Those around you looked your way; interest piqued in conversation they weren’t privy to.

“I’m not innocent.” You were blunt. You had been called cold because of it. But it was a trait that you favored, especially at times like this. You wanted to see Theseus break.

You had done unspeakable things, figuring it was an acceptable way to siphon your affection. You were young and blinded by false idolization. Theseus chose to see the best in you, even now, even after everything. He, too, was blinded by an image of you that hadn’t changed since you were children.

The table held your drink, forgotten and diluted. The air was tense and hushed. Theseus needed to move fast, knowing you were moments away from fleeing. But he knew he had just enough time as you lit another cigarette, this time not for vanity but to quell your nerves.

Your nails tapped on the base of your cocktail glass. Your fingertips twitched, begging to satisfy their itch for magic. You debated on if your actions would be worth it.  Theseus decided for you, hand flexing to replenish your drink.

Your lipstick remained fresh but still marked the glass. It was perfectly cold, calming the swarm of nerves that hit you. “It’s a bit strong.”

“Nothing you can’t handle, I’m sure.” Theseus appreciated your teasing; it meant he was doing something right.

“This place is quite charming, you know,” You looked around before shifting forward even more. It may have been improper, but you leaned over the table, elbows resting comfortably. “Next time, we’ll have to venture and order food.”

“Sure.” Theseus agreed, body language mirroring yours. To anyone else, the pair of you would look smitten. “Anytime you’d like.”

“Anytime?” Your eyebrow ticked up as you tapped at the ashtray.  “Come on, I’m surprised you’ve stuck around as long as you have.” Your knuckles crept forward, almost bumping his as they dragged to the middle of the linen cloth atop the table. “Truly—We haven’t—”

You stopped yourself with an uncharacteristic laugh. A tinge spread below Theseus’ freckles, assuming your humor was chastising him. But you were laughing at yourself, at how ridiculous you felt. You were enjoying yourself.

The feeling felt foreign, so you prickled. “Be practical, Theseus.”

Your worlds barely overlapped, and where it had highlighted the worst parts of each of you. Your world was dark and hidden; you stole and bribed. You were suitable for it and resisted morphing into the image Theseus expected of you.

He was as kind as any Hufflepuff, putting other needs first and blindly placing his kindness. He mistook his demeanor for bravery, but his true bravery formed by sitting across from you. The only barrier seemed to be Theseus’ incorruptible moral code, a space where you couldn’t quite freely exist.

“I need to know the full story.” His voice was commanding, betraying his desperation.

Theseus looked warm, contrasting the winter blizzarding outside. A bubble was created that was becoming suffocating, but with him across you, it seemed just marginally bearable. His hand flexed, skimming yours, hoping to regain your attention.

“You already know how it ends. What does the rest matter?” You thought to sink back, but you chased the small contact. “I want nothing to do with this. With him.”

“I’ll be there the entire time,” Theseus promised, voice low and steady, reflecting his sincerity. You could make out the warmth he was willing to share, but you weren’t willing to accept it wholly.

“And my interests?”

Theseus’ expression fell slightly at your evasive rejection. It reminded him of his position, of his strained relation to you—what he was supposed to do but always found a reason to put off.

“It depends on where they lie.”

In an ideal world, you’d like to think you and Theseus could be friends. Frankly, though, his compassion made you nauseous. Or maybe it was nerves. The feeling was always hard for you to distinguish. You wished the way he looked at you would bring warmth to your chest, but it only reminded you of how that was another impossibility.

You wished his gaze would turn you to stone; that way, you could avoid everything else. Instead, it made you melt, it made you pliable in way you opposed with others. There was a suspicion he kept returning just because of that—despite your bluff and his willful ignorance, you weren’t made of stone, and deep down, he knew that. Probably not consciously, but he did.

You always came back. Or he did—another indistinguishable something. You could still feel his fingers reaching for yours. It almost made you cave. Yet, your back met the bench of the booth, and your hand drew away as you placed your cigarette on your lips.

Although you were still present, Theseus watched you flee. Your guard returned stronger, but he didn’t regret his words. Theseus’ eyes were pleading, and you went to blame his naivety, but you found something distinct there. The reason you were here tonight was not for a favor.

It was an ultimatum, not a request.

“When was this decided?” You asked. You thought Theseus came alone, and now the naivety fell on you. There were too many eyes on you now to dismiss the crowd as solely muggles.  You fell so perfectly into the trap that all you could do was laugh.

“I wanted to keep you out of this,” Theseus admitted. It was the truth, but he knew what needed to be done. The greater good, you could already hear his defense. “This is the only way.”

“Your way.” You shook your head. Another laugh. “And what happens when he kills me? Hmm?”

“He won’t.” Another promise that made you sick. “I’ll be there the whole ti—

“Then you, Theseus—” Venom dripped from your every pointed word. From the corner of your eye, you saw how the undercover aurors were ready to respond to your agitation. If they wanted a spectacle, you were moments from providing it. “— are ill-prepared for what he’s willing to do.”

“You need to trust me.” Theseus attempted to regain the conversation but failed to recognize any mending he made was lost.

“And why should I trust the man that watches my every move?”

Theseus put you in this position; he was the wizard who held your wrist tightly all those years ago to secure the admonitors. For your own good, he told you. He believed it, and yet again, you found yourself at the hands of his so-called mercy.

“And if I decline?” You weren’t in such a position to, but Theseus understood your question only brought ruination. 

“The only way you're walking out of here is because of me.”

A threat, how original.  Your cigarette threatened to burn your lips. The ash tarnished the linen that fell over your lap. Apart of you hoped it would set the entire thing aflame. Maybe then you’d have a chance at a genuine escape. For now, though, you resolved to the final word.

“You think you are blessed with morality—” You finished your drink, the taste becoming sour. “—yet what sits before me is nothing but a boy that’s only purpose is to follow orders blindly.”

Guiding Light

summary: based on this request for jealous Theseus. also it wasn’t inspired by the Mumford & Sons song, but it did cross my mind after i wrote the line

warnings: jealous and kinda touchy Theseus, upset Theseus, a moment of arguing / yelling, kinda suggestive ending but definitely nothing explicit

A/N: This was surprisingly trickier than writing jealous Newt somehow. I hope you like it :) also, per usual i did not proofread lol

word count: 1.6k

You and Theseus have both worked in the British Ministry of Magic together for 3 years now. You became quite close quite quickly. You never see each other out of work, however. Then again, you’re really only ever home to sleep.

Recently you’ve been doing a lot of work inside of the office rather than leaving to go on missions. For the most part, that was true for Theseus as well. But when he was away for work and you were stuck in the office, you were slightly miserable. You’d never admit it to his face, but you loved having him around. You loved using his height when you couldn’t reach things (which was often), you loved his stupid jokes, you even loved when he would poke fun at you. Another plus, that you had forgotten about until he was away for a couple of weeks recently, is that whenever he was around none of the other men in the Ministry bothered you unless it was for work. Which meant they really never bothered you since Theseus found a way to be glued to your side everyday.

Now that he’d been gone for some time, one of your fellow aurors decided to start talking to you more. It wasn’t that he was rude by any means, he was sweet actually, you just were too anxious around other people. Especially alone.

He started talking to you everyday at lunch and you started to warm up to him and get used to his presence. It was good for you to get acquainted with people without Theseus to interrupt. And Eli was a great place to start. He seemed to be able to ease your anxiety, much like Theseus was able to. What you hadn’t realized was that Eli had a thing for you. Your head was too focused on Theseus to notice. Even when he was gone for almost 3 weeks.

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You were eating lunch with Eli when you heard someone clear their throat as there was suddenly a shadow over part of the table. You whipped around to see Theseus leaning against the table behind you, arms crossed per usual.

“Am I interrupting something?” He sounded mildly irritated, but you were far too excited to notice.

“Theseus!” You quickly got up to hug him, and he did not hesitate for a second to hug you tightly back.

“I missed you dove.” He whispered into your hair, but it was loud enough so that the other auror could hear the pet name.

You remembered when he first gave you that name, he said it was perfect for you since you’re the most kind and gentle person he’s ever met (who wasn’t his brother with his magical creatures). You smiled widely and pulled away to keep from touching for a suspicious amount of time. He decided to sit between you and Eli for the remainder of lunch. You didn’t mind, you were just happy he was back. You were starting to get worried.

Everything was normal, in your head, until you felt his hand on your leg after you laughed hard at something Eli had said. You almost choked on your sandwich as you shot him a confused look, your eyes moving between his hand and his eyes.

“Um, I’m gonna head back to my office. See ya later, yeah?” Eli stood up and gathered the remainder of his food.

“Yeah! Of course!” You smiled and waved goodbye to him. You glanced at Theseus and noticed an odd smirk. He seemed proud of himself for something.

“Thees what was that all about?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“What was all of what about?” He still hadn’t removed his hand.

You pointed at his hand.

“Oh, sorry. I guess I’ve just been away from you too long.” He laughed and moved his hand.

You were still confused but decided it was nothing.

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The next day you were in your office with Theseus when Eli walked in. You saw his smile fade when he noticed Theseus standing next to you.

“Y/N, uh, hi. I was just wondering-“

Theseus unexpectedly put his arm around your shoulders as you stood, smiling at Eli.

“What’s up Eli?”

“Yeah, no nevermind. Sorry I seem to have forgotten.” He nervously laughed and left the room.

“Eli? His name is Elliott.” Theseus removed his arm from around you and furrowed his brows.

“Well I like Eli better. What’s it matter what I call him?”

“You’re being too friendly-“

“I’m being too friendly? Theseus since when has me being kind been an issue? The entire point of calling me dove was because of how ‘kind and gentle’ I am. A direct quote from you by the way.” You moved to stand in front of him so you could try to read his face. He’s always incredibly hard to read. Even to you and Newt.

“He clearly fancies you! And by the looks of it he thinks you fancy him as well.”

“What makes you say th-“

“Oh come on, Y/N! Are you really that stupid? Or are you enjoying leading him on?”

Him calling you stupid hurt, but his implication that you could be capable of enjoying toying with someone’s emotions like that was the real stinger. Your eyes started to water as you turned around to just go home early. His arm shot out to grab your hand in a panic, he didn’t mean to hurt you. It was really the very last thing he was trying to do.

You whipped around, but instead of the wide grin when you looked at him, it was pure anger and confusion, “What has gotten into you?! What happened to the Theseus I know and love?” You yelled out at him, and he visibly looked taken aback at your tone, but he didn’t move a muscle.

“Let me go.” You whispered out angrily. Theseus listened, watching you leave, wishing he could follow you and just tell you everything. He wished he could just run right after you, spin you around, and kiss you. Right there in the middle of the Ministry. But he knew he couldn’t. He may be a war hero, but he knew he couldn’t handle it if you were to reject him. You’ve been his guiding light ever since you first met. When he felt incredibly lost and alone. When he wasn’t even talking to Newt. But he didn’t know which was worse. The idea of losing you because you didn’t feel the same, or losing you because he accidentally pushed you away. Because he hurt you. Merlin, he really couldn’t live with himself if he lost you because he hurt you.

You stomped back into your office a couple minutes later, “I forgot-“ you started to say you forgot your keys in an angry and mildly awkward tone, but were cut off by the site before you. He was leaning against your desk, gripping the edge with his hands as he looked down. Your stomach dropped. You know you’re the one who should be raging and he’s the one that said hurtful things to you, but you’ve never seen him like this.

“…Thees? Are you ok? What happened to you while you were gone?” You asked softly and quietly, slowly walking towards him until you were standing in front of him.

He remained gripping the desk for a moment before he looked into your eyes and shook his head, tears welling up. Your heart started racing from anxiety. You’ve never seen him like this and you really wish you weren’t. You could swear it was literally breaking your heart in two.

You hugged him, it was the only thing you knew to do. He hugged you back so tightly that you thought for a moment that it was a cruel trick for him to be able to strangle you to death. And then you felt the small shakes of him silently crying.

“Theseus talk to me. Are you okay?” You softly rubbed his back in circles as he cried into your shoulder.

“I’m sorry.”

“Look, it’s ok. I’m not sure why you’re upset but people say things they don’t mean when they’re upset and it’s-“

“No. No not for that. Well, that too but,” he pulled away to look into your eyes, and to be able to read your reaction, “for acting the way I was. I’m sure Elliott is a swell man, but I…”

“You what, Theseus?” You whispered as your heart began to race for a different reason.

“I’m so sorry if you don’t feel the same but I need to tell you. And if I don’t tell you now, I don’t think I’d ever get it out there. I love you, Y/N. And please, before you respond, I need you to know something else. Before I met you I was disconnected. I felt incredibly lost and I was completely alone at that point in my life. I hadn’t even talked to Newt in months. But then you came along and… And you became this guiding light of sorts for me. I don’t know how else to explain it. Newt is much better with dealing with emotions than I am and I’m sorr-“

“Theseus,” you smiled, “that was an amazing little speech. And I can’t believe you called me stupid for not realizing Eli ‘fancied’ me, while you were right here thinking that I didn’t love you back.” You gave him a playful grin as you looked down at his lips for a moment. And before you knew it, you crashed your lips to his. Both you kissing the other as if your life depended on it. As if you were starving. You were then interrupted by a knock on the door, presumably Eli again, but Theseus pulled out his wand to close the small curtain on your door and to put a chair in front under the handle. You giggled before he kissed you feverishly again. And let’s just say you didn’t get much work done that had to do with the Ministry the rest of the day.

"TOFFEE"

summary: yn is making toffee but her touchy boyfriend keeps getting in the way. genre: fluff. warnings: none. pairing: theseus scamander x reader. a/n: felt a bit fluffy so decided to write a christmas themed fic even though i don't really like christmas? lol

A honey, coffee Like smell wafted through the house. It was Christmas in Godric's Hollow, and it was Christmas everywhere else. There were a group of carollers outside singing an orchestraic version of "God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs", the jingle of sleighbells echoing as they moved, snow pattering by the window.

You smiled, humming softly to yourself as you wove your wand, the creamy rich toffee folding into tiny shapes in the air: ovals, lovehearts, stars, even tiny gingerbread men, before floating back down into their trays.

You'd wanted to make them different colours, but you were afraid that they wouldn't get eaten. Well, they would, but only by one person... Theseus came from behind, wrapping his arms around you, reaching over with one to dip his finger in the bowl.

It wasn't long before he recoiled, pulling it back out quickly. "Ow," moaned Theseus, "you didn't tell me you'd made it at a hundred degrees." he scowled grumpily at you, freckles crinkling on his face as he looked up to meet your eyes.

Now you were the one who was scowling, "even So, you shouldn't've put your finger in! You've gone and made it revolting." you crossed your arms under his grasp but Theseus merely chuckled, shooting you a cock smile, "that's the first time I've heard you say that about my fingers." and the scowl grew even bigger on your face, "you're disgusting. It's Christmas, for Christ's sake." it was a new slang the Muggle Jacob Kowalski had taught you.

Theseus grinned, "and Christmas is the start of new Life! The miracle of birth..." you rolled your eyes, "that's not even the slightest bit correct." and Theseus pouted, "I read a book the other day, you know. And the Muggles believe this Christ fellow was born on Christmas. It's scientific, apparently."

You rolled your eyes again, "right. And next you'll be saying we live on the back of a giant turtle. Really, Theseus." you snorted loudly, "Muggle fables? You've been spending too much time with Newt's friends." Theseus kissed your neck softly, "I know. But it's just something to consider."

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Hi!I would like to request a Theseus Scamander one shot where they were engaged before the crimes of grindelwald and after that event they kind of end up in a crisis and broke up and meet again in SOB and it’s kinda awkward at first but fluff in the end please thank you if you’ll do it❤️

A Diamond Ring

Warnings: None!

Summary: Grindelwald put Theseus in a tough position. He broke off a loving engagement and swore to never see his beloved fiancée again… that is… until unforeseen circumstances happened.

Pairing: Theseus Scamander x fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

He was cold and cunning. He was strange and aloof.

We didn't do much together anymore, and when we did, Theseus was a million miles away. His thoughts were floating through the abyss, far from the present.

As I rode the elevator to his floor, a sick feeling began to brew in the pit of my stomach. Everything was a mess. Nothing had been right in a long, long time.

I was gambling every time I turned a corner or opened a door. I was gambling my own life. One day, someone would be hiding behind a door or around a corner, and it would only take one wave of a wand to wipe me off the face of the earth.

The feeling in my stomach only grew worse. Our engagement had been on thin ice for months, ever since he joined in the fight to stop Grindelwald, but this would be the end. All the years together wasted because of one man.

Theseus’s office door loomed over me at the end of the hall, taunting me. I hesitated to enter. If my assumptions were right, this talk with Theseus would be my last as his fiancee. I would always be in danger as long as I was associated with him, whether it be being taken prisoner or murdered at the hands of Grindelwald.

I knocked once.

Silence. The blow echoed around the room before returning to me. Behind the heavy wood door, there were no signs of life.

No movement.

No voices.

I tried the knob. The lock slipped from the frame with a click as the cold metal spun in its place.

“Thank god…”

As I gently pushed the door open, I murmured to myself.

The hinges didn’t creak.

The door slowly opened to reveal my fiance, his back to me as he hunched over his desk.

I'd never seen him like this before in my life. He was always strong and self-assured. He was always energetic.

He was defeated, crushed under an invisible weight.

His broad shoulders were hunched, his head hanging down in defeat.

The blinds were drawn, and the office was pitch black, save for a single candle perched on his desk that did little to break through the blanket of darkness.

I swallowed my nerves, rubbing my clammy hands against my skirt as I took deep breaths to calm my wobbly knees and racing heart.

“Theseus?”

His contagious defeat wafted through the air and consumed me. I sounded helpless.

There was no response. The man remained motionless, hunched over his desk. My nerves were growing worse by the second, the suspense continuing to eat me up inside.

“Theseus, darling? You wanted to see me?”

His ragged breathing could be heard very faintly through the deafening silence.

“Theseus… What’s going on?”

His demeanor was uneasy and shaken, which added to the tense atmosphere.

My feet had turned into two cement blocks, unable to be moved. I could only stand there, staring blankly at the man I loved who was in so much pain.

I dragged my cement blocks across the hardwood floor, my fists balled at my sides. My brow was beginning to sweat, and my insides were flying around my rib cage.

There was a shift in the air, and there was definite uncertainty. Whatever force dictated our future was undoubtedly perplexed, vigorously writing whatever it deemed to be a necessary path as the future began to unfold.

“Theseus?”

I gently placed a hand between his shoulder blades, feeling the tension ricochet around my insides. He flinched, not expecting me to touch him.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

I wrapped my arms around his waist, which had shrunk in recent weeks. I hugged him gently, not wanting to break him. I laid my chin on his shoulder and rested my head against his.

He wasn't his usual warm and welcoming self. He was emotionless and completely unfeeling. He didn't even want to look at me.

I would have been deeply hurt if I hadn't been so concerned about his well-being. As I hugged him tightly into my body, I could feel his weak breathing pass through my chest.

“Darling?-”

“I think we should call off the engagement.”

No… No.

He didn’t say that.

I was imagining things.

I was hurt, completely broken.

My mind was playing cruel tricks on me.

That was the only logical explanation.

“What?”

I didn't move an inch. I maintained my calm demeanor because I had convinced myself that everything was an illusion. When I awoke, we'd be in bed, holding each other with stupidly big smiles on our faces as the soft glow of the morning sun seeped in through the cracks in our curtains.

“I don’t think we can be engaged anymore…”

What was he on about? He was babbling incoherently. Only a month ago, we were both overjoyed at the prospect of being bound by law. We were planning our honeymoon, the location of our wedding, and who would be the best man and maid of honor.

And he was just... ending it? He was killing everything we had built.

“Theseus I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

My tone was light, perhaps too light for the situation... because it was all a dream. This was all made up. This was a hallucination brought on by my concern for his life as he fought evil every day.

“Grindelwald knows I’m after him Y/N… our relationship puts a target on your back.”

Now the conversation was grabbing my attention.

“You think I don’t know that, Theseus?... I do… it’s all I can think about every day of my life.”

I place a tender kiss on his cheek.

“I’m not worthless Theseus… I know how to defend myself-”

“I never said you were worthless… but you against Grindelwald and all of his henchmen will surely end in disaster.”

He didn't look at me, as if seeing my eyes would make this situation ten times more difficult than it already was. He was ripping off the bandage, attempting to end our relationship as quickly and painlessly as possible.

He looked down at the wood desk, studying every minor flaw as he remained engrossed in his own thoughts.

“Well… what if I’m willing to take that risk?”

Theseus scoffed.

“It’s easy to say you’re willing to take the risk… but if Grindelwald gets his hands on you and uses you as leverage… you’ll be wishing you never got yourself involved.”

“Theseus-”

“I’d never be able to live with myself if something happened to you, Y/N.”

“I know-”

“Get out of my office Y/N…”

He was firm. His patience had worn thin, and the only way to get me out of this predicament was to use force.

Hearing him speak so harshly to me broke my heart. Throughout it all, despite my attempts to look him in the eyes one last time, he never made eye contact with me.

“Theseus-”

“Go home Y/N… and never come around here again…”

This still didn't make sense to me. I wanted to cry, but Theseus was cold. I didn't have anything to build on. As a result, my sorrow died within me. My face and words were devoid of any trace of emotion. I was a robot, who only spit out automated responses rather than feeling the emotions present.

My arms relaxed and dropped. I took a step back, realizing this was the end of the road. Nothing I could do or say could persuade him otherwise.

“Okay…”

I mumbled, fiddling with the opulent engagement ring on my finger.

“I guess… this is how things should be…”

I suppose it was the right thing to do, regardless of how much it hurt me. But I’d take the risk if it meant not losing him.

“Well… I guess I’ll go now.”

He was emotionless. He made no indication that he had even heard me speak.

I couldn't believe our relationship was ending... and in this way! I didn't know if this was the last time I'd see him, but I couldn't cry. I couldn't cry because I knew in the end, no matter how much it hurt me, this was how it should be.

And I despised the fact that he was correct.

So I turned and walked out of his office, my heart empty and my face blank.

I didn't even look back when I reached the door because I knew it would only make things worse. I'd seen everything I needed to see, and another look was unnecessary.

I closed his office door behind me… and now, there was no more us. There was just me, and him.

-

It had been exactly two years. Two agonizing, heartbreaking years. For two years, I went to bed completely alone.

I cast a glance at the gleaming diamond, which was perched next to my sink as I washed my hands before cooking dinner. When my hands were dry, I slipped it back onto my finger.

I couldn't bear getting rid of it. I had to have it with me at all times. It was the only thing I had left of him.

I hadn't seen him since he said good-bye to me in his office. I even went back to his workplace, only to find his office empty.

My life is now peaceful and quiet... very quiet.

I hate it.

I despise going to bed every night knowing that the next day will be the same as today. I despise having to put on presentable clothes just to go grocery shopping for myself. I despised the fact that I was alone. I despised going to sleep with no one by my side.

Nothing was right nowadays. Quite the opposite, everything was wrong.

He was never present when I went to work. I'm not sure what happened to him, but he wasn't where he used to be. The Ministry of Magic was devoid of him. When I asked my superiors, they always said they were on his side and wouldn't tell me where he was relocated.

I eventually gave up fighting. I knew if I worked harder, I'd be able to find him. But there was a part of me that didn't want to find him.

I knew he'd be upset. I knew he'd simply move further away. Besides, as much as I missed him, I knew I was much safer when he was far away.

-

“Hey Y/N… you have a new assignment… in Portugal this Friday… think you can make it?”

I took the file from my boss's hands, flipping through the contents.

“Sure… not like I’d be doing anything important on a Friday night anyway…”

I sighed deeply. This was a typical, “person violated the government and now officials are unsure what to do so they need outside help” kind of situation… typical… and extremely boring.

Well, on the plus side, I’ve never been to Portugal.

-

“Ugh!”

I sighed and flopped onto my hotel bed. This entire trip, I was completely consumed by work and had little time for anything enjoyable. Come on, Ministry of Magic, I needed some time off. This whole situation was insane, and to be honest, I feel like an expendable employee when they assign me these stupid tasks that are way below my pay grade.

On top of that, I was suffering from a severe headache.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to massage all the knots in my brain.

“I need ice.”

I required ice, a hot bath, and a warm bed. Then, hopefully, I'd have enough energy to endure another day of paid torutre.

I wrapped myself in one of the complimentary robes and made my way down the hall to the ice room. I was dressed in my pajamas and slippers, and my hair looked like a rat had made a home in it. Hopefully, this will be a quick and painless trip where I won't run into anyone I know.

After all, who among my friends could possibly be in Portugal at the same time as me?

As my slippers slid against the shaggy carpet, I wandered down the hallway, the dim fluorescent lights creating an almost eerie atmosphere. I opened the door to the refrigeration room, humming a tune and walking through the door frame without a care in the world.

No. No… it couldn’t be him.

“Theseus?”

I asked, half expecting a random stranger who resembled from behind to turn around.

But it was, indeed, him. I knew it the moment I saw his all-too-familiar form.

He turned, his face blank as he locked his gaze on the woman he swore he'd never see again.

“What are you doing?”

I asked, my heart flying around my ribcage like a caged bird.

“Getting ice.”

He said it so plainly... as if he hadn't just seen his previous lover, who had been gone for over two years.

“Oh… I mean-”

“I’m on assignment… from the Italian Ministry of Magic.”

I nodded my head.

“Italy… is that where you transferred to?”

“Yes.”

It was all I could do not to run into him and give him the biggest hug I could muster. Theseus… the man I had spent the last two years missing was standing right in front of me.

He still didn't appear to be himself... Still a little cold... But that could be because we had been quickly demoted to strangers.

“I guess…”

I dropped my eyes until they were in a position to study the white tile under my feet.

“I guess you don’t mind revealing personal information to me anymore…”

I laughed, a cold, empty laugh, because I didn't know what else to do in this strange and unexpected situation.

“The fight’s finished Y/N… Grindelwald is done for good… hopefully.”

I knew he was thinking exactly what I was thinking. If Grindelwald was defeated… wouldn’t that mean?

“Does that… does that mean?”

I drew my gaze away from the floor to meet his, which was already fixed on me.

His stare went from my eyes, to my hands.

Oh… that was certainly embarrassing.

Theseus scoffed.

“Well… it looks like the engagement was never off…”

I couldn't help but feel vulnerable. As I drew my hands up from my sides and twirled the ring around my finger in front of my stomach, my face flushed bright red.

I must appear completely desperate. I focused my attention on the ring on my finger, watching as the gleaming diamond captured and reflected light rays back to my eyes.

“I just…”

My voice trailed off, and I swallowed the large lump that was forming in my throat.

“I couldn’t bear to get rid of it…”

“You know there wasn’t a day that went by where I didn’t miss you Y/N…”

The atmosphere had shifted from uneasy to tense with anticipation. Theseus moved forward, dumping the ice bucket on a nearby table.

“I never stopped missing you either Theseus…”

Then he did something I never expected him to do. He took another step forward, until he was directly in front of me.

I sighed deeply, sensing that something was going on, and he was carefully considering his next move.

He then hugged me. He drew me close by wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into his strong chest.

He still smelled like his all familiar musky cologne.

And in that moment, I felt as I had over two years ago, when everything was okay.

Then, we both cried as we held each other close in the sad little ice room. The wave of emotions we were both experiencing in that very moment were too much for our fragile minds.

I hadn’t been home for a long time, because he was my home, and my heart would always belong to him.

“I love you Y/N… I never stopped loving you.”

I didn’t answer with words. Because words couldn’t truly convey what I was experiencing. My heart had gone from empty to full in mere minutes, and it was all thanks to his presence and strong arms comforting my body.

I pulled back, connecting my lips with his as tears of happiness spilled down my cheeks.

Theseus Scamander x reader

This is my first ever fic! Hope you enjoy! Making this a series🪄💗

✨Love is magical✨

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You’re sitting in your office gazing at the stars outside, about to be off work. It’s winter in London, the weather outside is indeed frightful, snow is falling from the sky, and it might be the coldest night of the year but you don’t care because Christmas is only 20 days away! Yes, you were a sucker for Christmas, even though your family wasn’t Christian you just loved the Christmas spirit and everything that came with the heartwarming holiday. You moved to London about 6 months ago from the states. This was the first Christmas you’d be spending away from your family. And your ex who you broke up with before moving here because “long distance wasn’t going to work” for him, not to mention he flat out demanded you to quit your job. At this point you were basically over Peter (your ex) and that sadness that once filled your heart was now outpoured by curiosity for this new environment you were in. You liked London, sure the accents and lingo took some getting used to, but there was something magical about where you lived! You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but the city just twinkled with a spark that had to be other worldly.✨

You left work to take off on a dreadfully cold trip home. You had to take the trolley because your car was in the shop. Even though it was unbearably cold the beautiful bright lights, and Christmas decorations filled throughout the city took your breath away!

You entered the trolley only to see it filled with couples, it was cute, sweet even, but it also kinda reminded you that you were very single, which made you a little sad. You look down at your feet after noticing everyone staring at you (you thought it was because you were alone and felt awkward but in reality everyone was taken aback by your beauty). You were the prettiest girl in that town but you having an even prettier soul and heart of gold never paid much attention to looks, you just thought people were being nice when they’d compliment you.

As you stand looking down at your shoes wishing your car wasn’t in the shop you hear a deep voice with a strong British accent say “excuse me miss would you like to sit down?” You look up and see a tall gentleman with blue eyes, and curly short brown hair smile at you endearingly.

You smile back and say “I’m fine thanks.” He gets up and says “I insist” to which you look back again and say “no really I’m fine, my stop is coming up!” The trolley stops just in time for you to wave bye and hop off.

The trolley stranger doesn’t hesitate to follow you pretending that it was his stop as well (which you think is a bit strange).

“I’m Theseus by the way, Theseus Scamander” he says. You nod your head and continue to walk, sure you thought he was handsome but you’re wary about meeting literal strangers.

“Aren’t you going to tell me your name, miss” he says looking at you with almost puppy dog eyes, like he was a kid begging his Mom for that delicious piece of candy she wouldn’t let him have.

“I’m y/n, y/ln,” you say, as you both stop. His eyes filled with delight and amazement “ah what a beautiful name, almost as beautiful as you miss y/n.”

You smile “thank you Theseus….so was this really your stop?” (Asked with suspicion in your voice).

He laughs “I’ll be perfectly honest, it wasn’t but I couldn’t pass up the chance of knowing your name.” You blush, and start walking again.

He walks briskly to keep up with you “so if I may ask, do you live here, in London?”

“Yes I moved here not long ago for work, how about you?”

“Yes I live here as well, all my life actually!”

“Oh and what do you do for work?” You ask.

“I’m head aur- *he stops himself mid sentence* “head of the architecture department.” He says nervously hoping you wouldn’t notice that he meant to say head auror at the ministry of magic.

You didn’t notice though, you just thought he was a bit goofy, but you like goofy, you were goofy yourself, and suddenly you found this stranger somewhat charming.

Theseus insists on letting him walk you home to make sure you get there safely. You chuckle “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.” He pauses and looks at you with the most sincere stare “please y/n, you can trust me.” For some reason the warmth in his eyes made you feel safe, at ease almost, and you believed him.

So you both continue and the entire way you’re laughing, and talking about your life stories. It was easy with him. Finally you make it to your door “well this is me” you say. Theseus becomes sad realizing that your time together has come to an end. “Thank you for the company Theseus,” you say before turning away.

As you’re walking into your home he yells ‘Y/n wait!!” “Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow? Please! I insist! I’d love to take you out and show you around town!”

You look back and smile “sure, I’d love that, stop by around 6.”

Theseus literally jumps for joy thinking you didn’t notice but oh you did, you bust out laughing and his cheeks flush a bright red. “You’re cute” you say blowing him a kiss good bye and locking the door behind you.

You swoon as soon as you walk in and slide your back on the door. A rush of what feels like magic takes over your body, and you’re basking in the glow of your first post break up crush.

You Give Them Neck Kisses

Preference

Characters: Steven Grant, Theseus Scamander, Spencer Reid

Warnings:

Request: “If you're not bored with this plot yet can you please write about Steven Grant, Theseus Scamander and Spencer Reid reacting to neck kisses?” @kindnonny23​

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Steven

“Oh, goodness me!” Steven exclaimed. He was tripping up the stairs to his apartment, (Y/N) holding onto the railing as to avoid being knocked down.

“Are you okay?” there was a giggle in her voice.

Steven was laughing awkwardly, scrambling for his keys, “Oh, yes – yes, quite all right.”

She stood behind him, eyeing the back of his head with a sweet smile. He was trying ever so hard for their date.

“Would you… um…” Steven had the key in the lock but turned to face her, “Would you like to come in for some dessert?”

Her eyebrows raised.

“I mean – cheesecake. Dessert as in cheesecake…” He closed his eyes and mumbled something under his breath. Probably a curse towards himself.

(Y/N) smiled, “Sure, I’m a big fan of… dessert.”

He tilted his head confusedly, but smiled, “Right then.” He seemed nervous to open the door. He turned the knob and led the way inside.

There on the small dinner table was a staged scene. There was cheesecake, but also brownies, cookies, cupcakes, and fruit pies. They were set with candles and a bouquet of colorful flowers. They must have cost a fortune.

“See, you’re probably wondering, why are there are so many,” Steven addressed the table, “I suppose I wanted to be sure there was at least one dessert you’d like. Please tell me I got one right?”

(Y/N) bit her lip, nodding and holding her stomach. Butterflies had erupted there. He really was trying so hard. Didn’t he realize she already liked him?

“And these are for you!” He took the bouquet out of the vase, spraying her with water droplets. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

She laughed again, taking the flowers, “I love them, Steven, thank you.”

He seemed pleased with her response, taking a heavy breath and grinning. “Now, tell me which you would like, and I’ll dish it for you.” He went for the table, sitting down and grabbing a plate. He rambled on about the different flavors and quality of taste.

(Y/N) rested her flowers on the kitchen counter, returning to behind his chair. As he sliced the cheesecake, (Y/N) rested her hands on his shoulders, leaning down and close to his ear.

“And this one has some raspberry swirl that… oh, what – what are you doing?”

(Y/N) snuck a kiss under his ear, “Having dessert.” She kissed lower on his neck, “Big fan, remember.”

Steven shivered, the pie knife falling with a clatter on the plates. “I… oh, I um… hello there!” She was now in his peripheral.

She shushed him, “You’re very sweet.” She pressed her lips lightly under his jaw, letting them linger. Her nose was brushing his chin as she worked her way to the base of his throat.

Steven let out a little squeak. His hands fisting on his knees. “Sweet?” He managed to get out before his eyes rolled and he closed them.

(Y/N) hummed, savoring the hollow of his throat, “Delicious.”

He was positively breathless in seconds.

Theseus

The banquet was dreadfully dull. (Y/N) remained polite as the Ministry workers droned on about Auror business and new magical laws. Theseus sat leisurely beside her, using his fake laugh and pretending to be interested for the sake of his image.

She sighed, gazing at him. He had always been dashing in his suit and matching vest. A pocket watch was strung against his bronze buttons. She stared at it a while, listening to it tick.

She really needed to find something to make the evening go by faster.

Theseus laughed, flashing his brilliant teeth. He folded his napkin and placed it on his dinner plate. (Y/N) trailed her eyes to where the napkin had rested on his leg.

She subtly inched her chair closer to his.

“And that’s exactly what I told Perkins,” Theseus pointed out, “If we needed another Auror sitting around headquarters, I would’ve gotten…” he stuttered, chin falling to his chest. “… someone like Dodds.”

(Y/N) had placed her hand on his leg, pressing her fingers into his thigh. Her other hand snaked up his shoulder.

Theseus licked his lips, blinking hard and addressing his coworkers again with a shaky laugh, “I’m sorry, where was I?”

It was definitely making the night more amusing. Watching Theseus squirm under her touch while trying to act cool. He stopped telling stories as it got more difficult to concentrate.

(Y/N) was inching her hands up to his neck, playing with the ends of his wavy hair. He kept readjusting the way he was sitting, pulling at his dress pants.

She smiled, standing from her chair, “Excuse me – got to find the loo.” She bent down and met Theseus’ neck, brushing her nose along his ear on the way. He set his jaw, tense as she left a long, open-mouthed kiss there.

She walked away, knowing full well Theseus was watching her from behind.

She only had to wait three minutes before he came speeding through the banquet hall. He had that hard, determined look. A hunger that took control as he gripped her waist and pulled her into the next corridor.

“What game have you been playing tonight, my dear?” He had her against the wall, talking low in case others interrupted.

(Y/N) was already winding her hands to either side of his face, “A sort of distraction to this horrid dinner.” She tilted his head to the side and laid her lips on his neck. He followed her hands like melted butter.

His mouth fell open, eyes closed, as she kissed down his jaw and to the base of his neck. She tickled and nipped, feeling him swallow hard.

“God, (Y/N),” he growled, “I believe it’s time to go.”

“You want me to stop?” she asked breathlessly, kissing the sweet spot beneath his ear.

He ground out, “Believe me that’s the last thing I want. But perhaps… we could continue in a less compromising place.”

“I saw a broom closet down the corridor.”

Spencer

“But surprisingly though the writers were not scientists, their scripts weren’t always flawed.” Reid had opened her car door and followed her towards the apartments, “But sometimes like in Star Trek: Next Generation there’s an episode where Dr. Crusher and Mr. LaForge let all the air escape the ship to extinguish a fire. And they said holding their breath would be fine, but we all know that in a vacuum space your lungs would explode from the pressure.”

He laughed, walking up the stairs and found that (Y/N)’s face was plain. It was as if she was smiling just for his benefit, but her gaze was admiring. “Ha! Yes, that should be common sense.”

Reid sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets, “I was rambling again, wasn’t I? I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

“It’s all right,” she mused, fiddling with her keys, “I like it.” She gave him a soft look, “Though sometimes I wish I could contribute to the conversation more often.”

“Right… of course.” Reid gave a shy smile, looking towards the ground and kicking the porch. “Thank you for seeing the play with me. I didn’t think anyone at the office was a fan of Tennessee Williams.”

“Maybe not Tennessee Williams, but I am a fan of you,” she smiled, putting her keys in the lock, “I like going out with you, Spence.”

He had that smile he was trying to hide, “Really?”

(Y/N) left her door ajar, turning to him with a glint in her eye. She went to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Reid swallowed hard, seemingly frozen in place where she touched him.

“Goodnight,” she whispered.

And she pressed her lips against his. Reid struggled to respond, but his hands shakily went to her waist. When she pulled away just enough to see his face, Reid’s cheeks were rosier.

He blinked hard, “Yeah, goodnight.”

But she didn’t stop there. (Y/N) pulled him close and rested her cheek against his. It was surprisingly warm. She placed a gentle kiss there. And another closer to his ear, and another down near his jaw.

His mouth fell open, his breaths coming in quicker. The grip on her waist tightened.

She trailed her lips down his jawline, nipping and sucking future little bruises. She was pulling him again until she was stuck in the crook of his neck. She could feel his pulse there, rapid and hot.

He was starting to gain more confidence as she continued, humming as he felt up her back.

She pulled away, her own breath leaving her, “Goodnight.” Their gazes were electrifying and within seconds she was pulling him in again. They walked backwards and into the open door, scrambling to shut it behind them.

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It’s quiet.

Nothing but slow breaths and the soft, familiar feel of his hand smoothing down the back of your hair, breathing with you as he silently held you.

The best days really will be some of your worst. But you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t want to think about it, you just wanted the stable peace his presence always gave you.

He was focused where you’d get distracted, decisive where you’d be impulsive, he’d hold it down where you couldn’t even piece it together…and honestly; that’s part of why he’s so attractive to you.

Simply wonderful, really.

The strong, silent type x resident cacophony.

And yet somehow, with you laying on top of him almost clinging; soaking in his warmth, listening to the gentle thrum of his heartbeat…all you felt was love. The kind of love that made you want to live more, show up for yourself harder, and recycle.

It was moments like this that made you glad live exists because it bought him in it.

The thrum between you wasn’t immediate. It started like gravity; like how the moon pulls the sea closer when their glimpses collide.

He didn’t see you for what you weren’t, instead he saw you for everything you were.

In joy and in sorrow.

The atmosphere was like a big, heated, blanket that smelled like home. It was just what you needed.

Whispering so you don’t break the delicate spell that’s been cast; “you still with me?”, The soft kiss lowered to your hairline gives you your answer．

“I never left you”. Voice hushed to match yours but the tenderness stays the same as he tightens his arm around you, holding you closer…

..to his heart. Where you’re safest.

his brother’s keeper - m. 

 ⤷ summary: after yet again pining for his brother’s girl, newt finds himself stuck between his brother and the woman he is in love with...quite literally.

𓇬 word count: 8.0k 𓇬 pairing: theseus scamander | fem!reader | newt scamander 𓇬 genre: smut, porn with a little plot  𓇬 rating: 18+ 𓇬 warnings: profanity, depictions of spiked drinks 𓇬 kinks: voyeur, cuckholding, breeding, creampie, menage et toi, oral (fem recieving), anal mdom/femsub/msub 𓇬 author’s note: Something you can think of as a sequel to rumors, or a stand alone one shot. I will definitely not see the pearly gates after this, I am so sorry in advance! I may be a bit rusty so please be gentle and accept this late Christmas gift as a New Years surprise. Expect more from me soon. ;)

     It was usually in conditions like these, when the streets of London were slick with cool wet, and the biting cold spread mist from hot mouths filled the air, that made a time meant for cheer and love, one of desolate solitude for those less fortunate. Whatever the circumstances may be, it is in these times Newt Scamander often found himself alone. Though, if you were to ask him yourself he would deny the accusation and snarkily ask if one could ever be truly alone when surrounded by magnificent creatures. Despite the best efforts of his brother, who cared for him most earnestly, Newt hadn’t spent the holidays with him in years. 

      He had his reasons to be sure. Back when Theseus was engaged with his childhood friend Leta, there was no doubt an awkwardness. The younger Scamander brother was in love with the Lestrange girl. To see his brother have what he had longed for since he first met her put a strain on his heart. Newt was not bold in any sense of the word. Being forward with a woman never came easy to him. When he’d lost the chance to win Leta’s heart he swore that when he found himself enamored by another woman he would make it clear to her his affections.     In came Tina Goldstein, an American auror who he found himself entangled with on a trip overseas. He felt something for her—a kind of attraction that was different from the one he felt for Leta, but an attraction nonetheless. Tina was tall and beautiful and treated him with more respect than anyone ever had. But even that effort fell short. Tina had become more dedicated to her work and her sister. There was no room for him in her life at the moment. The two drifted apart succeeding the events of Grindelwald's rally in Paris. He returned to London, and she to her own affairs.     That had been nearly three years ago. Newt did well on his own, he felt. His creatures keep him busy enough. Getting through the day was easy. The nights were the hardest. At night there wasn't anything busying his mind from thinking of you.     Newt started to believe he was cursed to always fall in love with women he couldn't have. Whoever it was must have been especially cruel to make him fall for his brother’s girlfriends. That could be the only explanation. Otherwise,  he was just a sick, perverted man who desperately needed therapy. Little did he know two things can be true.    It wasn’t as though it were intentional. When it came to Leta, he had loved her first. Theseus just happened to get her. You, however, was something he did not expect. He was acquainted with you, only knowing and conversing with you when Leta was involved, considering you were her friend. It wasn't until she died that he got to know you better. During that time, Newt stayed with his brother and swore to stay by his side and help him and the ministry in capturing Grindelwald. Theseus grieved, and Newt was there to care for him, and so were you.     You would come by with food and insist on helping clean the apartment. The gesture was kind, especially when you were going through your own grief. Newt wondered if you used your kindness and instinct to help others as a way to distract yourself from the pain you truly felt. He was able to prove his theory right after many nights alone, drinking gin and fire whiskey, when he got to know you more intimately.     Theseus never knew, but in those first few months he spent grieving, Newt had grown rather fond of you. You were funny, kind, a great cook, and you listened to him, something no one else really did. The day he discovered your relationship with his brother he was disappointed, to say the least. Once again, Theseus had managed to take someone else he cared about. Newt often wondered how different things would have been if he had kissed you that night as you so desperately wanted him to. The same night when you had drank one too many gin and tonics and found the Scamander family album hidden in Theseus’s bookshelf. That night you somehow wound up on top of his lap, flipping through embarrassing baby pictures and evidence of his pubescent awkwardness. You were too drunk to notice how tense he was underneath you, or how with every shift of movement, or every laugh you chuckled, your ass pressed against his crotch.     When you came across a picture of Newt his mother had taken of him on the first day working at the Ministry when he was sixteen, you gushed over how ‘adorable’ he looked. Newt blushed. Then you said something he didn't expect.     “I see what Leta meant. You were always cute.”     Newt didn't know what to say. You positioned your head on his shoulder to look up at him. Newt was never good at eye contact, but he found it hard to tear his eyes away from yours.     “You have pretty eyes,” you slurred suddenly with a smile stretched across your lips. He could smell the alcohol on your breath your faces were so close.     “So do you,” he said, surprising himself with his own brazenness. It was true. You had two pretty (e/c) eyes like none he’d ever seen, even when they fluttered and stared blankly up at him in an intoxicated daze. But it was only with the help of the three glasses of gin he had earlier that helped him say it aloud.     Your smile grew wider. Your hand went to cup his left cheek. “I never understood Leta,” you mumbled. “How could anyone look past you?”     He’d wanted it so bad. To feel your lips against his would be his greatest reward after all he’d been through, after all his shortcomings. If he were a lesser man he would have taken advantage of your drunkenness. But you could barely sit up on your own, and he couldn’t tell how long it would be before you lost consciousness and fell asleep on the couch as you had done several times before.     “Kiss me, Newt,” you asked. “Please.” It was the first sentence you hadn't slurred since the gin entered your bloodstream. In a moment of weakness, his hand caressed your cheek. His thumb swiped over your bottom lip and he heard your breath hitch in your throat.     You were so beautiful and there you were, begging him to kiss you. Begging for something more by the way you pressed your body into him and looked desperately at his lips through half-lidded eyes. And maybe if he had four gin and tonics instead of three he would have given you what you wanted. But he was more sober than you and he respected you far too much to take advantage of you in your current state. What he had to do afterward took all his restraint.     The next day you greeted him in the kitchen with the same kind smile you always gave him as you prepared breakfast. The matter was never brought up again and Newt assumed you simply didn't remember. He saw no point in bringing it up himself. Before he knew it, it was too late. Theseus had set his eyes on you and wasted no time claiming you as his. Newt could not touch you, no matter how badly he wanted to.     And so, once again, Newt found himself in love with his brother’s girl. Constantly keeping her on his mind, constantly yearning for her, but always stepping back. He was still close to you, which only made it harder.     For the past year, he’s kept the secret of that night. But that wouldn't stop him from thinking of it, and all that could have been, just as he was doing now, lying in his bed with his hand wrapped around his cock. If only he could have you with him now and feel your skin on his, taste the salt of your sweat, and feel the heat of your body. He could only imagine. But even in his imagination he was the happiest man on earth. Theseus must have felt like God.     Unbeknownst to him, he would get a taste of that feeling the very next day. In the morning when he woke up, he found an owl waiting for him with a letter. It was an invitation, from you no less, to join you and Theseus for a Christmas dinner later that evening. In truth, Newt had been so busy tending to his creatures the past week he had forgotten how close Christmas was approaching, let alone that it was Christmas Day.     The thought of spending an evening with you was enticing. It was Theseus’s presence that made him second guess. He loved his brother, that was no question. He probably loved his brother more than anyone else in the world, which is why he could sit silently as he continuously watched him have everything he ever wanted with no protest. That didn't mean it was easy. It was hard to see you with him, even harder than when he had to endure Leta with him. At least then he had Tina as a distraction. Now there was only you and he could see no one else better than you.     Had it been Theseus who sent the letter he wouldn't have agreed to stop by. He might not have even replied. But since it was you, and only because it was you, he sent an owl confirming his arrival.     On the other side of things, you were ecstatic. It had been some time since you'd seen Newt and you considered him one of your closest friends. You knew Theseus would love having his little brother visit for Christmas and felt it would be the perfect present for him.     You had told Newt to come a couple of hours earlier than when you would be expecting Theseus. When you opened the door you greeted him with a bright, toothy smile and open arms. Newt hugged you back awkwardly and stepped inside.     “Everything is cooking in the oven now,” you said. “I’m just finishing up the pie for dessert. Come, have a drink in the kitchen.”     Newt followed behind you. You looked adorable in the tacky red and green Christmas sweater you wore over your long white dress. You made him a drink and started on your creme pie.     “It’s so good to see you, Newt,” you told him. “I was afraid you couldn’t make it. I know how busy your creatures keep you.”     “It’s good to see you too,” he replied. “Bunty insisted she stay and help while I am away. She claimed she had no other plans.”     You pouted your lips. “That’s awful!” You said. “You should have told me! I would have gladly invited Bunty over if I knew. No one should be alone on Christmas.”     Newt smiled softly. There you go again, always thinking of others. As the two of you sat in the kitchen you caught each other up on your lives. Things were going great for you, Newt discovered. You had recently gotten a promotion and received a medal for your efforts spying abroad for your department and gathering intel on Grindelwald and his acolytes.    Newt told you about his own travels abroad, searching for and rescuing creatures whenever he could while doing his own work for Dumbledore to support the cause. He told you stories of the places he’d been and the creatures he’d seen, even promising to let you visit his home to see them for yourself. “They’d love you,” he said.     Before he knew it, the two of you were sharing a glass of wine on the couch while the food kept warm. Then you shared another, and another, and another while you both waited for Theseus to return.     “He works later these days,” you tell Newt. “There’ve been days where he doesn't come home at all. Just stays up there, drooling over papers in his office. I worry about him sometimes.”     “That’s my brother,” he says. “Always working harder than anyone else. Always having something to prove. In some ways I’m jealous.”     You chuckled. “Jealous? How so?”     “He’s always so,” Newt paused, searching his brain for the right word. “Dedicated. Determined. He sets his mind on something and won't stop until he does it. He’s always been like that.”     You turned to face him next to you on the couch, sitting on your legs and propping your elbow on the back of the couch to lean your head against your hand. You peer at him quizzically. “But you’re like that too.”     Newt scoffed. “No I’m not,” he chuckled as he took a sip of his wine.     “Yes, you are!” You insist. “You’re very determined and dedicated to your animals. You have done things many others are too afraid to do; all to protect the things you love. Even Theseus admits you are much better suited to be an auror than he is.”     Newt raised a curious brow, a coy smile on his face. “Really?”     You nod. “He’s very amazed by you—admires you, even. As do I. You’re very brave, Newt. No one is more determined or dedicated than you.”     “There is one person,” Newt muttered.      “Who?” You asked, genuinely curious about his answer, prepared to playfully berate him for his humbleness.     “Theseus.”     “Well, he doesn't seem to think so,” you say.     “But he is,” Newt quipped, whipping his head to look you in the eye. The energy in the room shifted, and though both your brains were fuzzy from wine, you could tell the moment had gone from playful to serious.     “He is,” he continued. “He wanted to become head boy and he did. He strived to be the best auror at the ministry and he is. He wanted Leta and he got her, and when he wanted you, he got you.”     You were silent as you listened, unsure of where exactly Newt was going with his ramblings.     “I could never do that,” he admitted. “If I could, you would be with me now, not him.”     Now it was the wine talking. You were surprised. Newt’s face was red, but at this point, it wasn't clear if it was because he was embarrassed, frustrated, or tipsy.     “What do you mean, Newt?” You asked, your voice soft and sweet. His expression softened, and he looked at you in such a way your heart fluttered in your chest.     “You are so beautiful,” he proclaimed, making your face burn hotter than it already was. “I should have told you that a long time ago. If I were as forthright as Theseus I would have told you I loved you the night we almost kissed a year ago on this couch.”     Newt chuckled at your stunned expression, unable to say a word. “You don’t remember, but you were beautiful then too. You sat right here in my lap and you held my face in your hand and begged me to kiss you. I would have if you weren’t intoxicated. I wanted to talk to you about it the next day but you had already forgotten—”     “I didn't forget,” you spoke finally. Now it was Newt’s turn to be surprised.     “What?”     You put your wine glass down on the coffee table and scooted closer to Newt on the couch. Your knees touched his thigh, but neither of you moved.     “I didn't forget,” you repeat, clearer this time. “We were drinking while Theseus was asleep in his room one night. I had found your family album and we looked at it together when I asked you to kiss me.”     Newt frowned. “If you remember then why didn't you say anything?”     “I was embarrassed,” you reveal. “When you didn't kiss me I thought that I made a fool of myself. That you rejected me. When you didn't say anything afterwards I figured that was it. That you just wanted to forget and stay as friends.”     Newt couldn't believe his ears. All this time you had remembered that night and thought he held no feelings for you. He was spiraling in his head, you could tell by the way he distantly stared into his glass of wine.     “Newt?” You called out to him, taking his glass and replacing it with your hand.     “This is what I mean,” he said finally. “I wasn't determined. If I were like Theseus I would have talked to you regardless of whether or not I thought you remembered. I would have told you how wonderful it felt holding you in my arms and how desperately I wanted to press my lips against yours and taste you on my tongue. I would have told you how much I love you.”     Your stomach turned excitedly at Newt’s words. You squeezed his hand tightly. “Newt...”     He stopped, realizing what he just said. “I...I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I don’t know why I’m saying these things.”     “That would be the veritaserum in the wine,” said a deep voice behind him.     Newt turned around and found his brother, Theseus, standing under the archway to the foyer.     “Theseus,” He stammered and quickly stood to his feet.     “No need to get up, brother,” he said calmly. “It wasn’t as if I didn’t know.”     On the couch, you held up the wine bottle and inspected it. “How did veritaserum get into the wine?”     “I drugged it,” Theseus said simply as he walked past Newt and took a seat across from the couch in an armchair.     “Why the hell would you do that?” You asked Theseus angrily.     “Because this morning you said Newt accepted your invitation to dinner. Because I knew the real reason why Newt hasn't visited me in months is that he feels guilty for loving you knowing you’re with me,” he explained. “And I didn't want to have a Christmas dinner with a brother who resents me and sulks across the table pining for you. So, I put veritaserum in the wine I knew you wanted to drink tonight and left the two of you alone, hoping my baby brother would finally confess his feelings. And he did! Now we all know.”     You shot up from your seat and glared at Theseus. “This is cruel Theseus. You had no right!”     “I will admit it was slightly unethical, but I don’t see the harm in it. Aren’t you glad that Newt confessed his feelings?”     “Yes,” you answered instantly, though, of course, not of your own free will.     Theseus then turned to Newt. “And don't you feel better having finally told her?”     “Yes,” Newt admitted.    Theseus smiled. “Good! Now everything’s better.”     “You aren't upset?” Asked Newt.     Theseus looked at him as though he were confused. “Why would I be upset?”     “You’re not upset that I’m in love with your girlfriend?”     Theseus pursed his lips in thought before shifting his eyes to the half-empty bottle of wine. Standing to his feet, he walked towards the coffee table and grabbed the bottle by the neck. He took a swing of the truth-spiked wine and put it back down.     “Why don’t you ask me again.” He said.     “You’re not upset that I love y/n?” Newt once again asked.     Theseus smiled almost tenderly at his brother. “No.”     The older brother walked back to his chair and sat down, leaving you and Newt stupefied. “I do, however, wonder how you feel, darling.” He said, now turning his attention to you.     You furrowed your brows. “Me?”     “Do you love Newt back?” Asked Theseus.     Newt’s eyes fell on you. Your mouth opened and took a breath in preparation of your answer, but it closed as soon as it happened. Your glare on Theseus sharpened.     “What are you playing at, Theseus?”     “Don’t try fighting it,” he said. “You won't be able to lie so just answer. Do you love him?”     Your eyes flickered over and connected with Newt’s, who was looking at you expectingly. Your eyes softened and the tenseness in your shoulders fell away.     “Yes,” you whispered.     Newt couldn't believe his ears. Everything happening at this moment felt surreal. Just a few minutes ago he thought he had embarrassed himself once again, having confessed his feelings to his brother’s girlfriend right in front of him. He was prepared to be punched and thrown out and for his brother to hate him for the rest of his life. But instead of being angry, Theseus was encouraging him. He encouraged you and finally, he got to hear you say words he’d only dreamt of you saying. You loved him. Oddly enough, despite how it came about, Newt couldn't be happier.     “Kiss her.”     Newt was pulled from his thoughts and his shared gaze with you. You both turned and looked at Theseus who sat cooly in the armchair.     “Didn’t you hear what she said?” He asked. “She loves you! Stop standing there like an idiot and kiss her!”     “Theseus—” you began to speak, but Theseus stopped you.     “It’s okay, love,” he assured you with his gentlest voice. “Let him kiss you.”     The energy in the room for the second time that night, all because of Theseus, who ironically was the calmest person in the room. But there was something about the aura permeating from him that domineered over everyone else. His gaze burned into them as he stared, waiting for Newt to do as he commanded.     Every part of him wanted to turn around and walk out the front door and never speak of this again. He would go home and lay in his bed and do his best to fall asleep and forget everything that happened here tonight. Every part except the one that wanted to turn to his side, take you in his arms, and kiss you the way he should have that night. It was that part of him that won over all his better judgments.    In an instant, Newt’s lips were on yours. He held your face in his hands and pressed his body flat against yours. You were taken aback. You’d even yelped when his lips first touched yours. It was a while before your body finally relaxed and you closed your eyes, leaning into the kiss. Your lips began to move with his and he felt your hands lightly grip the sides of his waist, still unsure.     Theseus leaned back in his chair and said nothing as he watched. Newt’s tongue darted from between his lips and licked a stripe over your own. Your mouth opened for him willingly and he wasted no time exploring your mouth. He moaned at the taste of you. The feeling of your tongue swirling around his made his cock twitch in his pants. You could feel it against your thigh and your breath hitched in your throat.     “Don’t stop,” ordered Theseus with his hand over his pants, palming at the growing hardness straining against the fabric.    Newt kept his mouth on yours, only moving his grip around your face down to your hips. Your hands fisted the fabric of his shirt and you pressed your body into him, yearning to be closer. Newt stumbled back until the backs of his legs hit the couch and he broke away from the kiss to sit down. He spread his legs outwards and pulled you down onto his lap. You straddled his waist and his hips bucked upwards, longing to connect. A soft moan fell from your lips and he swore hadn't heard a more beautiful sound. Soon lips were back on yours.     “Tell her how pretty she is, Newt,” Theseus instructed.     Newt pulled from your feverish kiss and pushed your hair from around your face. “You’re so beautiful, y/n,” he said. You looked down at him through half-lidded eyes dilated with lust. Your lips twitched into a smile as you began salaciously grinding your hips against him, feeling the bulge of his dick against your slick heat. Newt hissed and watched you from below, moving his hips along with you, admiring your form hovering above him as you pulled your sweater over your head and threw it on the floor.     “Show him just how beautiful you are, sweetheart,” Theseus commanded. His voice was low and husky. He watched the two of you closely, palming his own arousal.     It was of no concern to the two of you, however. Newt was so encompassed by you he could barely pay any mind to his brother watching across the room. Of course, there were thoughts screaming in the back of his head telling him how fucked this whole situation was, but they were nothing more than muted whispers compared to you rubbing against his cock.     Just as Theseus commanded you showed Newt how beautiful you were when you took a hand and pulled down one of the straps to your white dress and freed your arm, repeating the same to the other. Taking his hands from your waist you brought them to your chest and helped him pull your dress down around your waist, revealing your breasts.     You felt Newt’s cock jump at the sight of you. He could only stare slack-jawed as you placed his hands over your beasts and guided him in pressing them against each other in a continuous circular motion while you rubbed your clothed clit against him. Your soft pants filled his ears as his low grunts filled yours.     “Newt...” His name fell breathlessly from your lips.     He had pumped his cock to the thought of you moaning his name many times before, but it barely held a candle to what it felt like to hear the real thing. Your name fell from his lips just as easily and he once again captured your lips in a heated kiss while he massaged your breasts.     Across the room, Theseus had his hand wrapped around his cock, slowly sliding it up and down as he watched his girlfriend shamelessly hump his little brother. You were the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. The way your hips moved against Newt could rival even the best of strippers. Your pretty moans filled his ears and he couldn’t help but reminisce about the many times he'd made those same sounds come out of you. To hear it in person is a gift. To feel your lips was a blessing. To feel your tight cunt wrapped around his cock was the best thing a man could ever feel. There is no greater present than fucking you, and Newt didn’t even realize that Theseus had just given his brother the best Christmas gift a man could ask for.     “Tell her what you’re thinking, Newt,” Theseus breathed.     Newt licked his lips. He did his best to gather his thoughts which were wall focused on you.     “Go on,” you said through shaky breaths. “Tell me.”     Newt moaned and pressed a trail of kisses on your bare shoulder and neck. “I’m thinking about how amazing you are,” he grunted out. “I’m thinking about how long I’ve wanted you and how good it feels to finally have you.”      You loved hearing Newt praise you. You loved the feeling of his hands and lips on your hot skin.  “Keep going,” you urged, moving your hands up his chest to unbutton his shirt.     “I think you’re perfect. I think that Theseus doesn't realize how lucky he is to have you,” he said boldly, piquing both your and Theseus’s interest. “You should have been mine. I would take good care of you—f-fuck!”     You had reached the top of his pants and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his hardened length. He wasn’t bigger than Theseus, but he certainly was thicker. Your hand slid up and down his shaft, only stopping to collect the precum leaking from his tip on your finger to put them in your mouth. He watched in awe as you licked and sucked your fingers clean.     “God, I want you,” he growled in your ear as your hand reached for his cock. “I want to be inside you. I want to feel you,” he said through labored breaths.     “Give him what he wants, love” Theseus spoke up. “Let him feel you.”      You sat up on your knees and hovered over his hips. Pulling your panties to the side with one hand you used the other to guide Newt’s member to your center. Both your breaths caught in your throats when he entered, stretching you open with his thick cock. Feeling you around him was unlike anything he could ever dream or hope. You were slick with arousal and he easily slid in and out of you, filling you up in all the right places. Your moans filled the room as Newt sucked on the supple skin of your neck. His hands and fingernails dug into your soft skin as he held you close and it felt as though the two of you were the only ones in the room.     Newt’s name sweetly slipped past your lips. Yours flittered through the air from his own. His hips rolled into yours with a precision you had no idea he was capable of. If he’d allowed it, the two of you would have lost yourselves in each other, forgetting the third presence in the room. But that wasn't going to happen.     Standing from his seat, Theses moved towards the couple and took a seat next to them on the couch, his hand still wrapped around his dick. “Does it feel good, my love?” He asked you.     “Yes,” you breathed.     “Does my little brother make you feel good? Do you love the way his cock stretches your tight little hole?”     You moaned at his dirty words, lulling your head back as Newt's lips wrapped around your nipple. “Y-yes,” you stammered, your hips rocking faster against Newts. “I love it. I love the way he feels inside me.”     “I know you do,” Theseus hummed, his breaths hastening. “You want him to make you cum don’t you, baby?”     You nodded excitedly and Theseus smirked.     “Newt, help her cum,” he said. “She likes it when you speak to her. It turns her on hearing all the dirty things you’re going to do to her.”     “Is that true?” Newt asked you once he pulled his lips from your pert nipples. “You want to hear all the things I want to do to you? Like how I’m gonna fuck your sweet cunt until you’re shaking a quivering under me? How...How I’m gonna fill you up so full with my cum you’ll end up with twins!”     He and Theseus laughed.     “See,” Theseus chuckled as he lifted the fabric of your skirt to reveal the sight of Newt’s cock pumping in and out of you. “She likes it! Look, she’s so wet your cock is soaked!”     Newt looked down and marveled at how wet you were. You took him so well and his cock disappeared inside you with ease. Newt held the skirts of your dress up so he could watch—so they could both watch.     Theseus’s hand rubbed the inside of your thigh. “Do you want me to touch you too, baby?” He asked politely.     You opened your eyes to look at your handsome boyfriend. He had long since undone his tie and unbuttoned his own shirt. His large cock was being tugged by his right hand and you nearly drooled at the sight of it, suddenly missing the feeling of having it shoved down your throat. You loved it when Theseus touched you. His hands were always precise, knowing exactly where to pinch, caress, and stroke. Like how he was rubbing your thigh right now, knowing how sensitive the skin on that area was for you. Your eyes connected and you ached seeing how dark his once baby-blue eyes had become.     “Yes,” you nodded.     Theseus wasted no time pressing his fingers on your aching clit. He rubbed your most sensitive part while his hand teased his own cock. Between his fingers and Newt’s dick plunging deep inside you, your body buzzed with pleasure. The air in the room grew hot and sticky and a symphony of soft moans, grunts, and pants melded with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the slick wetness of your dripping cunt. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening and your eyes shut, desperately chasing that feeling.     “Are you close, darling?” Newt asked once he felt you tighten around him.     “Y-yes!”     Theseus’s fingers rubbed faster to help you get there. “Watch her, Newt,” he urged. “When she comes, it’s the most beautiful thing you’ll ever see.”     Newts darkened hazel eyes trained on you. His grip around the dress wrapped around your waist tightened and her wrapped it around his arm and held your hips steady. His hips snapped upwards, changing pace. You bounced on his cock, your moans growing louder and louder.     “Cum for me, please,” Newt begged, now reaching his own release. “Let me see it. I want to see it. Show me, my love. Show me how beautiful you are when you cum. Please show me.”     He pressed open-mouthed kisses on your chest and neck, his eyes never leaving your face. Theseus’s breaths quickened as well, his pace on his cock matching the pace of your hips rising and sinking on Newt’s member. One of your hands wrapped around the base of Newt’s neck, taking a fist full of his hair. The other grabbed Theseus’s wrist and held his hand in place over your clit. A few more pumps and several flicks was all it took for your body to seize up, tightening around Newt's cock as your whole body trembled. Your moans caught in your throat, struggling to escape. The knot inside your stomach had broke and you came harder than you ever had in your life.     Newt came not long after you, sputtering your name as he did so and holding your hips down, burying his dick deeper inside you and making sure every drop of his cum spilled inside. “F-fuck,” he choked out.     Theseus had cum too, clear, white ribbons of his seed spilled into his hand and onto his abs. He wiped up what had spilled with two fingers and held it up to your lips. You were still dizzy from your orgasm, but it didn't stop you from obediently opening your mouth to suck Theseus’s cum from his fingers. Newt watched as you did this. Your skilled tongue licked and wrapped around Theseus’s long fingers promiscuously, ensuring you cleaned up every last drop.  It was enough to get him hard and twitching inside you again.     “That’s a good girl,” praised Theseus with a smile on his lips. “Isn’t she a good girl, Newt?”     “The best,” Newt agreed.     Theseus pulled his fingers from your mouth and replaced them with his tongue by reaching up and pulling you into a deep kiss. It was slow and purposeful, as if he were trying to show off in front of Newt who had no choice but to watch uncomfortably as your tongues swirled passionately in each other’s mouths, earning your soft whimpers. Inside, he hated how much it turned him on.     As you both pulled away, you captured Theseus’s bottom lip between your teeth and playfully tugged it away before letting go. Theseus’s hand quickly flew to tightly wrap around your neck, keeping your eyes trained on him. He smirked. “Look at you, darling. Still asking for more. Aren't you tired?”     Your hand reached down to grip his cock as an answer, making him laugh. His grip around your neck tightened.     “What? Was my brother’s cock not enough for you? You need to have mine as well? Or perhaps you want us both at the same time. Is that it? You need me and my brother to fuck you senseless like the greedy little cock whore you are?”     You clenched at the thought of having both Scamander brothers filling you up at once. Newt felt it and your increasing arousal started to drip down his balls.     “I think she does,” said Newt. “Will that satisfy you, my love? If Theseus and I fucked you within an inch of your life and pumped your selfish cunt full of cum? Tell us you want it.”     You’d never seen this side of Newt. You didn't even think he was capable of saying such filthy things. He was always so sweet and temperate, being shyer than demiguise. But here he was, spurring you on with his debaucherous words. It only made you want him more.     “I want it,” you say and salaciously grind your hips into Newt, making him hiss due to how sensitive he still was.     “Beg,” Theseus demanded. “Tell us how badly you want it.”     Your cheeks burned red hot from embarrassment. Theseus smirked mischievously because he loved watching you squirm. You always begged so nicely for him with your pouty lips and round doe eyes. His little princess. He only wanted Newt to see and appreciate it too.     “Please,” you begged shamelessly. “I want to feel you both inside me. I need to feel it. I want it so bad. I want to make you both feel good.”    “You want to make us feel good?” Theseus repeated. “Such a sweet little girl you are, wanting to please us. But we all know your secret.”     Theseus turned to Newt. “Should we give her what she wants?” He asked.     Newt looked up at your pleading eyes, so sweet and innocent despite them begging for him to fuck you. How could he ever deny you?     “Yes,” he said finally. With that, Theseus picked you up with ease and carried you upstairs to the bedroom. Newt followed behind and once Theseus placed you on the bed he began fully stripping himself of his clothes. Newt followed his brother’s actions, closing the door behind him and peeling off his shirt and pants. You watched them under the candlelight, admiring the two beautiful brothers and their different bodies.     You’d seen Theseus naked a hundred times before but it never ceased to excite you. He was large in every sense of the word. He was tall and had a wide, muscular chest with strong arms and thighs to match. Newt’s body was new and different. Newt was tall as well, only a couple inches shorter than his older brother. Surprisingly, Newt was more muscular and lean. His abs were more pronounced and taut in comparison. Both brothers were freckled, the younger of the two having more of them with accompanying scars. They were beautiful. Having two gorgeous men naked in front of you made you feel nervous and self-conscious. Without realizing it, you had pulled your dress up to cover your body. But Theseus was having none of that.     He crawled over to you on the bed, moving your hands and pulling your dress back down to your waist. Newt sat on the bed as well and pulled the dress down the rest of the way, discarding it on the floor. Theseus trailed kisses up your stomach, chest, neck, and face until he reached your lips. He kissed you passionately and tenderly, reaching for your right hand to intertwine his fingers with yours while Newt peppered soft kisses up your legs and thighs. Their attempt at relaxing you and distracting you from your thoughts worked, and you melded with them both.     “Theseus...” you whispered against his lips because you knew how much he liked hearing it. He shushed you, pecking the corners of your lips.     “Just relax, darling,” he muttered. His hand left yours to grab your thigh, spreading your legs apart.     Newt’s kisses lingered on your inner thigh, nipping, sucking, and biting the sensitive flesh. You trembled under their touch, not sure what to expect next. Theseus hovered over you on your right, covering you with kisses and massaging your breasts while Newt neared dangerously close to your core.     “Such a sweet girl,” Theseus said between kisses.     “I wonder if she tastes just as sweet,” said Newt.     “She does,” Theseus confirmed. “But you’ll just have to taste for yourself.”     The sudden feeling of Newt’s warm tongue licking a licentious stripe along your heat made you gasp. He kissed and sucked on your lower lips, occasionally darting his tongue in and out of your entrance. He licked up and down your dripping cunt before finally swirling his tongue around your clit. Your hips bucked and twitched as he drew figure-eights with his tongue over your sensitive bud. Theseus held your right leg while Newt held down your left, ensuring you kept your legs open for them.    “F-fuck, Newt,” you sighed and closed your eyes, resting your head back into the fluff of the pillow.     Theseus was sucking the skin at the crook of your neck, determined to leave a mark. His hand on your thigh trailed closer and closer to your center until his skilled fingers reached your entrance under Newt's chin. He easily slid his longest digit inside and curled it upwards, instantly finding that spot he knew so well. He pumped his finger in and out, making sure to brush against your g-spot. Soon he added another finger and quickened his pace. Between Newt’s assault on your clit and Theseus’s fingers deep inside you, you were ambushed by another orgasm. White flashed behind your eyes and your hips spasmed. Newt sucked on your clit and Theseus vigorously fingered your hole as you rode out your high until you became too sensitive to touch and begged them to stop.     “No, no, no, baby,” Theseus muttered in your ear. “We can’t stop now,” he said. “We haven't ‘fucked you within an inch of your life’ yet.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. They weren't done with you yet.     Newt came up from between your legs and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. “Can you taste it?” he asked. “Your sweetness. I can’t get enough of it. I don’t think I ever will.”     Your lips chased his, wanting him to kiss you deeper. You were sandwiched between the two men, Theseus at your back, and Newt before you. You felt Theseus’s cock press flush against your ass while Newt's poked between your legs.     “Are you ready for us, darling?” Theseus asked as he nibbled at your ear.     “Yes,” you answered against Newt’s lips before he slid his tongue back down your throat.     Being as gentle as they could, the two brothers eased their cocks inside of you, introducing you to a whole new sensation. You had never been stretched out like this, with two cocks filling your holes at once. It was strange and slightly uncomfortable at first. They knew this, which is why they took their time, distracting you with their mouths and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and ensuring you were okay.     “You’re doing so well,” they’d say.     “You feel so good.”     “You’re so wonderful, darling.”     “Are we hurting you, sweetheart?”     “Relax for us, my love.”     Theseus’s hand once again found your clit and he began lightly circling it with his fingers to give you some relief. It didn't take long for it to work and your body opened up for them with ease. They pushed deeper inside, inch by inch until they were fully sheathed in your flesh. They both whispered their own set of curses, letting out soft grunts and moans as they began slowly rocking their hips into you.     “Fuuuck,” Theseus moaned. “This ass is so fucking tight. You’re being so good for us, darling.”     “So, so good, love,” panted Newt. “You make us feel so good.”     Your high-pitched mewls and pretty sighs were like music to their ears. They completely engulfed you, body and soul. The world simply slipped away and nothing else mattered besides them, Theseus and Newt, making you feel better than you had ever felt before. You couldn't get enough of them, nor could they get enough of you. You were intoxicated by their scent, their bodies, and their moans. In your minds, you all tried to comprehend how lucky you all were to be in this moment. Nothing could be better than this. Nothing.     “This is it, isn't it?” Theseus panted in your ear. “Your secret. You’ve always wanted this. To have your holes stretched out by our cocks. Does it excite you, my darling, fucking two brothers? One just wasn't enough, was it? You had to have both. Well, now you have it. Now you’re taking our cocks like the good little girl you are, just like you wanted because we decided to give it to you. You should thank us. Go on and thank us, darling. Tell us how much you appreciate being filled up and fucked, blinded by your own pleasure.”     “T-th...Thank you,” you choked out, tears brimming your waterline. “Thank you so much! I wanted this. I always wanted this!”     “Good girl,” Newt praised, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Such a good, good, girl for us. We’re glad to give it to you...Whatever you want, y/n. Whatever you want—a-ah!”      Newt’s thrusts got faster and sloppier, as did Theseus’s. They both worked hard to bury themselves deep inside you. It came to a point where both their cocks were brushing against your g-spot, one after the other. You felt the knot in your core again, that delicious, evanescent knot tightening, ticking like a bomb about to explode and send you to your euphoric escape.     “Oh, God!” You gasped, digging your nails into the skin of Newt’s back and Theseus’s thighs. “Don’t stop! P-please...right there! S-Shit, I love you!” You proclaimed. “Both of you. God, I love both of you so much!”     This seemed to excite them even more, something you didn't know was possible. They thrust into you faster than they ever had before, their winded breaths filling your ears.     “I love you,” Newt breathed. “So...so much...More than anything.” He kissed your lips.     “I love you too, darling,” grunted Theseus. “My sweet girl...Always.” He kissed your lips too.     In that moment the three of you bonded, body and soul. You all came at once, their bodies falling flush against you, twitching in satisfaction. For a while you just lay there as they held you and listened to the sound of their breaths while you waited for the sweet, buzzing feeling to dim. When it did, Theseus got up to fetch a towel from the bathroom, leaving you and Newt cuddled up on the bed, whispering sweetly to one another. They helped clean you up and embraced you with their warmth. You just stared at them, sharing kisses, twirling hair, giggling, holding hands, and gazing lovingly into their eyes. There wasn't much to say. You all knew. You didn’t need to say it. You could feel it in the room. You were complete.     “Do you smell something burning?” Theseus asked suddenly. You and Newt sniffed the air and your eyes widened like saucers.    “THE FUCKING TURKEY!” You gasped, and struggled your way out from between your two lovers, picking one of their shirts from off the floor to cover yourself as you ran downstairs to save what was left of your forgotten Christmas dinner.     Newt and Theseus smiled to themselves and chuckled. There was an awkward silence as they lay there alone, both unsure of what to say or do next.     “I do know how lucky I am, by the way.” Theseus was the first to speak.     “I know,” said Newt.     Theseus turned to his brother. “You can be lucky too...If you want.”     Newt blinked, not fully believing he’d heard what he thought he heard.     “She loves you,” said Theseus.     “She loves you too,” Newt reminded him.     “I know. And we both love her.”     “And we both love her.”      It was as simple as that.     “Thank you, Theseus,” said Newt.     Theseus scoffed and playfully pushed Newt’s shoulder.     “Happy Christmas, Newt.”     “Happy Christmas, Theseus.”

Some Unholy War | Theseus Scamander (IV)

SUMMARY: Theseus was always talented in thinking clearly. Logically. He wanted you to be wrong, but your instincts pushed you to keep moving. It was the only way to stay one step ahead of Sinclair. It contrasted Theseus’ plan to stay put within the walls of the Ministry. You contrasted his very being. 

PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x f!reader  

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

WARNINGS: canon-typical things, flashback of sorts, mutual pining, semi enemies-to- lovers, always a protective Theseus, SLOW burn, etc.

A/N: HELLO. Again, this took me longer than I would have liked. So, rather than rushing it, I’m going to break it up into two parts...I’m going to take a lil break to get my head together, but I’m v excited in how this second part is going to go!!! So, stay tuned...As always, thank you, @kalllistos​​​​. Comments are always welcomed. Enjoy.

PART I, PART II, PART III

Effort was a comical notion.

Magic required it at times, just as breathing did. The effort now felt good, worth it. The icy air that reached the ends of your lungs stung. Yet, each breath was quieter, the effort only coming in the form of physical mechanics of pushing a warm breath back out that the air around you marked.

“Are you mad?” Theseus’ exclamation hadn’t taken any exertion. The pent-up anger almost made you flinch. Theseus yelled after you as you continued forward. He never begged you to stop; he told you. Sometimes you’d listen just to display your wit.

You were quiet, entering the idyllic fog, hoping it would swallow you whole.

“Keep up….” Your voice was airy, the instruction more for yourself. The memory was faded, your mind trying to hold onto it as it threatened to slip between your fingers.

It started in Theseus’ office—a muddled memory overlapping with the friction of everything around you. It was more a feeling, something foggy and unrestrained that called you forward. It felt a bit like apparating, where your body didn’t quite belong for the moments it took to find your footing again.

You scolded yourself for not seeing it clearly; that was the thing about divination.

Although studied meticulously, its real trait was its vitality.  It shifted and molded. Evolved.  It made even more concrete things seem like rubber, rejecting electricity with an uncanny ability to mold into shapes unknown. It was the type of thing that could be so exciting to happen just to become something so vague that it no longer held value to it.

Theseus’ words were drowned out as your ears produced a ringing. All you could hear was your shaky breaths, and all you could see was a faint familiarity with your surroundings. Even your stumbling steps backward felt practiced.

Your breath became labored as the hazy recollection returned. Even through the blur, you saw how the tips of his ears and nose burned red with frustration. It was a trait of his that remained as he rose so many inches he towered over you, and his hair curled the longer her let it grow.

The years did nothing to change it.

“This is it….” Your fingers fumbled with a curl at the nape of his neck. His hair was long, longer than he usually kept it. Time had gotten the better of him. How could you be so blind?

Theseus’ tirade wavered. He was supposed to be angry. He was supposed to do so many things, but your touch felt like an enchantment. It reminded him of how dangerous you could be.

The walnut of Theseus’ wand was always stiff, but it cast its spells briskly and powerfully. Ollivander told him it wasn’t rare to be drawn to the material, but it scarcely paired with dragon heartstring. Because of the extreme dominance of this wood, the core was stoic and gentle and had done Theseus well from the moment he received it. Yet, pressed against your chest to stall your next step, it felt that even the wand knew it was a misguided action.

“Don’t be foolish, Theseus.” You spat at the gesture. His wand only pressed into your chest as if trying to will away his emotions. “Don’t you recognize where we are?”

He shook his head. If he looked beside him, he knew he would crumble.

You tried to reason, “We couldn’t stay there. The Ministry—

“We’re going back.” Although his voice was steady, emotion wavered in his eyes. “I won’t fall into your trap. You can’t just—

“It’s too late.” You pushed forward, the wood digging into your clavicle with drive. “I’m ruined anyways.” The invariability of the words reflected your decision.  “By your hand or his.”

Theseus was always talented in thinking clearly. Logically. He wanted you to be wrong, but your instincts pushed you to keep moving. It was the only way to stay one step ahead of Sinclair. It contrasted Theseus’ plan to stay within the Ministry's walls.

You contrasted his very being.

“Why did you bring me here?” Anger drifted from Theseus’ voice, and the space it abandoned was soon tenanted by something else—a kind of endearment, muslin light.

Theseus first brought you there for a quiet you didn’t know you needed. It was ambient full of croaking creatures and twigs snapping from the pressure of unknown forces. It was a blissful oasis that lured you into its dark depths.

The environment was damp, still reflecting the country’s dreariness. It was hidden, though. A broken-off path Theseus—well, Newt—had stumbled upon in childhood. It was a good hiding place to play, to sneak, and for you to abuse.

“I didn’t see it coming.” It felt strange to admit your best-hidden secret. “Any of it.” Your eyes remained on Theseus, willing trust to transfer. “But I just couldn’t—I knew deep down, I couldn’t lose everything.”

One time, you came to read Theseus’ palm under the full moon—a silly excuse to feel the weight of his hand in yours. The times following grew, the touches still shy with adolescence but bolder in a discovery of emotion.

The memory was a shared favorite, an inside joke of sorts to make the other feel warmth in your fingers that spread to the center of your chest. You hadn’t meant to bastardize it, but its safety was all you could rely on.

“But this, I saw this.” You would continue until Theseus understood. You had told him of your vision all those years ago. It was your only justifiable proof. “This needs to happen.”

Recognition flashed across his features.

Theseus dropped his wand with a tight breath. Looking to the sky, he became lost in turmoil. Once his gaze hit the dirt beneath his feet, it did nothing to aid him. You watched his fingers pull through the hair at the back of his head as if unraveling an answer.

You spoke when his hand fit over his mouth in frustration. “You promised me.”

“We were teenagers.” He snapped, denying the truth. “What did I know about prophecies?”

“Enough to believe me.” You felt young again, begging Theseus to revert with you. You wanted to hear his reassurances, his bold-faced vows to remain by your side despite the trouble you found.

That holiday, you told him everything—your plans to run away, the images that flashed in your dreams of the future, and how he centered them all as an essential turning point.  It spilled out of you, and you couldn’t stop. At the time, the swampy place was at the core unbeknownst.

If Theseus had known, he may not have regretted the promise to always be there for you. No questions asked. It sounded embarrassingly naive. You could still hear how desperately he wanted you to believe him. Even then, you knew it would lead to something like this.

Even then, just as now, you diminished how well Theseus knew you. “What aren’t you telling me?”

The Match-maker - Part 3 of Callum Turner x Reader // FLUFF

AN: First of all, I apologise part 3 has taken longer than expected. I think I'll stop promising to publish at a certain date when I can't meet expectations. Anyway, this is part 3 which is still kinda fluffy but we're going towards SMUT (which will be part 4 so you will have to wait a bit more for this, sorryyyy). Hope you like it xx

“Would you like to see the pictures I took back to my place?”, Y/N questioned, feeling like the end of the night could well go somewhere unplanned but nice.

“I’d love that”

The night was well advanced and the Park was oddly quiet, perturbed only by the sound of rare sirens afar and some perched daring crows. The conversation went on about upcoming projects, recently watched Netflix shows and family dramas.

Though they had met just a few hours prior, the conversation flowed so smoothly. It was as though Callum, an English 30-ish actor had been through all the throes an American photographer had known. It felt good not only to be heard but to be understood as well, Y/N thought.

Callum could not help but think back on what in his life had led to this. What if he had never flown to New York and had decided to stay in Chelsea instead? What if he had never met Austin, and therefore had never met Y/N? Just to imagine never grazing Central Park in such pleasant company caused him to overthink all the many terrible ways this could end.

He had been heartbroken so many times, getting attached too soon and too quickly or to the wrong person. Over and over again. But he could sense that Y/N was different. Was it because she too had open wounds? Or was it that she was as detail-oriented as he was recounting all the love stories gone bad?

He did not wish to repeat the same mistakes that had led to him being hurt but he knew it was inevitable. He was going to fall for her. It was something about her bonhomie and vision of life that was so goddamn irresistible. 

“There, that’s where I’m living for a couple more days”, Y/N announced as they got to a stop in front of a door made of brick. Queens is not the first neighbourhood of the Big Apple you’re thinking of when you think of all the glam and romantic appeal the city has to offer but here it was. 

Though she had taken the subway already earlier in the evening to set her gear before attending the party, Y/N was still amazed at the non-stop functioning engine. She liked to imagine everyone’s life, now she had the occasion to imagine hers either choice she was about to make: to trust or not to trust that smiling actor who seemed unable to hurt a fly.

“Let me show you the camera obscura I set up in here”, Y/N declared with pride tinting her voice as she hinted that Callum could enter. At that moment, it felt the most natural thing to do, as though Callum was a familiar, as though Y/N had invited him over multiple times. 

In the small room she had tidied neat to exhibit her photographs of the city and those she was about to develop from the Gala, the two stood next to one another, feeling comfortable with each other’s presence. Because it was required by the device she had carried with her from one coast to the other, Y/N had placed some towel she had found in the bathroom and had arranged it over the lightbulb. The whole installation made the light flip crimson anytime she was turning on the switch. 

With this new shade of red covering his face, Callum could be admired the way he was created to be. He was a handsome man with this charm of a man who has no idea how ridiculously daunting and comely he was. It seemed as though his smile was wider than it had been through the evening. Y/N could not let go of the chance she had to kiss him just a little more, crossing her fingers that he would not disappear and that all of this was not just a fever dream. 

Though it was close to 2 am, though the two of them had not closed their eyes to rest for the past 19 hours or something like that, there was no way their lack of sleep was getting in the way of the chemistry they shared at that moment. 

Y/N was still in her black dress that Callum had made swirl just a couple hours prior with his dance moves. She was even more beautiful now that no one was around and that she had no performative socialisation to make. It was as though she was hers only, her precious treasure chest after a long journey to a remote island.

“So, can I help you with tonight’s pictures?” Callum offered with a heavenly grin on his face, just seconds after parting from her embrace and kisses.

And like that, Y/N was talking about the invention of the camera obscura and teaching him about the techniques to develop pictures from a film camera. Callum, being an actor, was a pro in front of the cameras but had no clue as to how they worked and was more than happy his teacher was both nerdy when it came to the subject and drop dead beautiful.

After having taught the basis, Y/N trusted Callum to develop pictures on his own. Seeing him being enthusiastic and caring with the films made him even more irresistible.

“I think this one has to be my favourite photograph so far”, Callum stated after letting a bunch of pictures taking a bath and allowing them to dry out. The photograph in question was a selfie of Y/N had taken right before the Gala started as a souvenir of this ethereal occasion. The only photograph from the selection that had her face on it. 

“Now, since you’ve been an excellent photographer, will you allow me to take some pictures of you?” Y/N asked, brushing off the compliment. 

Callum sat on the leather couch that seemed straight out from an Ikea catalogue and posed for Y/N. He could feel her eyes going from the camera to him and back to the camera, making sure she had the right angle to capture his beauty as a whole. It was a losing battle as Callum could not be as handsome as the version she had in front of her. She thought that if he was to vanish when the day would come, she would at least have the pictures to rely on.

As Callum was somehow obliged to look at the camera - and the person holding it -, the tension got to him. She was way too gorgeous not to be the one posing. As she fixed her zoom lens, he approached her and gave her another round of kisses. This time around, Y/N and Callum could feel there were more than kisses to get from this and touches on the thighs and torso succeeded.

“Is that okay if I’m touching you like that?” Callum asked Y/N as she grew desperate for the touch. 

“Yes, it’s more than okay. It’s just perfect”

The two of them carried on, competing as to who would be the most passionate. Callum brought Y/N’s mouth closer to his and after a few more kisses placed on her lips, got to her neck. Still on the sofa, Callum lay his weight on Y/N as he found new spots to soak with his affection.

"Flowers at the platform"

- my first attempt at fanfiction, mainly fluff, 600+ words, sorry for any typos and grammar errors :) this was just for fun!

“All abooaard!”

The train conductor announced. People ushered into their respective train carts clearly having places to be.

However, you stayed, sitting on a bench by the platform.

Waiting, and occasionally thinking of what you would cook for him, you listened to the chugging and the whistle of the trains that pass by like afterthoughts, dissappearing into the horizon with the smoke that emitted from the steam powered locomotive, billowing into the sky. None of them were ever his, but you knew you had to wait.

"It won't be the first and certainly won't be the last." You reassured yourself.

Waiting, something that you first learned back in the days where he was still in the process of courting you was a key part in this relationship you shared with the auror, no matter how long it took, with time, you found peace in it.

Considering his position as Head Auror of the British Auror office, Theseus often went overseas, leaving you alone for weeks that sometimes stretched out into months to your silent dismay and soon, acceptance. However, waiting for his train to arrive didn't bother you as much as most people would assume. After all, the sight of him before you was the greatest pay off of all.

With what you hadn't realised was bated breath and anticipation, you saw him step off the train. With the other behind him, his hand, withered with scars, fixed his already well-groomed brunette hair and the knot of his tie. He always made sure to look good for you - especially the times where he was scarce.

He stepped towards you with a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Dear." The older man greeted you fondly.

"Theseus! There you are." You got onto your feet, fighting the urge to run into his arms as you made your way towards him. You weren't a woman who waited for the husband to return from war— no, that was in the past, and thank god for that.

You could've sworn there was a floral scent in the air around you two as you examined his face you missed so dearly.

"I don't suppose you.." Before you could finish his sentence, the hand he had previously had behind his back outstretched to you with a bouquet of an assortment of colorful flowers in hand.

"I wouldn't ever." He clarified with a chuckle of triumph. The gesture was all too endearing not to bring a smile on your face, and that was exactly his goal.

Despite being an important man who, as it comes to no suprise, often was busy with his schedule packed with all sorts of admin and case work, not to mention the countless court trials that gave him a headache, however, nothing a cigarette or a glass of bourbon couldn't ease. He always had flowers for you.

Of course he had flowers with him, he always did whenever the time was right for him to return from his job as the Head Auror. If it wasn't flowers he had behind his back it would be something else. Sometimes it was small and simple. Other times it would be big and extravagant, but never did it fail to be a thoughtful gift he had brought with him to make you happy.

To see your face, smiling no less, at some point in time had become a luxury just as much as it was for you to see him in bed beside you.

"Keep that smile, would you?" Theseus requested as he pushed your hair behind your ear, his eyes tracing over your features that had been crinkled with a smile. Your cheeks growing a rosy colour at the touch of his hands, withered from the excessive use of writing tools.

"Well then, let's get going, I would have to wait any longer to be at home with you." You two walked along the train platform, with each others hands intertwined.

“How is Newt, by the way?" You asked.

"Oh, off somewhere in China on another one of his beastly endeavours, what's new?" The wizard mused to himself.

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.  

******

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.”

Masterlist

Newt’s Birthday

Newt heard a knock at the door. He got up and went to answer the door. He opened it and saw his brother there, a small box of chocolate cake in his hands, and a big smile on his face.

“Hello, Newt,” Theseus said happily.

“Hello, Theseus.”

“Happy birthday!”

“Thank you.” Newt smiled, stepping aside to let Theseus in.

Theseus set the cake on the dining table and took out a candle and his wand.

“How’s your day going so far?” he asked as he prepared the cake.

“Good! I took care of my creatures, and I also got word of a new creature in Sri Lanka. I’m going to set out for there in a few days.”

“Ah, that’s great. Must be excited,” Theseus said warmly.

“I am,” Newt said.

“Well, I’m especially glad I’m here then. I get to see you before you go for…who knows how long.”

“It’ll be a month.”

“A month, then.”

Newt smiled at him. “I’ll miss you, too.”

Theseus gave him a small smile.

Then, Theseus lit the candle with his wand.

“Alright. Ready?” Theseus asked, grinning.

Newt took a deep breath. Oh boy, Theseus was really going to do this.

“Happy birthday to you,” Theseus began to sing.

Newt smiled sheepishly as Theseus continued singing. When it was time, Newt closed his eyes, made a wish, and blew out the candle.

“Yaaaay!” Theseus cheered. Newt chuckled.

Newt cut the cake and they both ate, chatting happily as they did so.

It had been some time since they had spent time together. It was nice to finally catch up.

Before long, it was time for Theseus to go. To Theseus’s surprise, Newt hugged him.

“Thank you for coming,” Newt mumbled into his older brother’s shoulder.

Theseus tightened his hold on Newt.

“Of course.” He smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

They held each other a little longer. Then, they pulled out of the hug.

“Happy birthday,” Theseus farewelled.

“Thank you.”

Confessions | Part One | Theseus x Reader

A/N: This one is so wholesome. I love it <3 I'll be making a part two soon. Stay tuned!

Series: Confessions | Part One | Part Two | Part Three |

Word Count: 1,022

Warnings: Fluff, loads and loads of fluff

Standing in front of the mirror at Madam Malkin's, you turned slowly from side to side, watching as your dress swayed with your movements. It was nice, sure, but you weren't certain that it was the dress.

From behind the curtain, a voice called out, "You alright in there?"

Taking a deep breath, you smoothed out the gown and turned towards the red velvet curtain, pulling it open and stepping out.

"What about this one?" You asked, turning slowly in a circle to give your friend the best view possible.

He merely smiled, letting out a breathy laugh, "Looks great."

"Theseus!" You exclaimed, "You said that about the last one!"

Theseus sat reclined in a loveseat, his hands resting behind his head as he waited for you to ask him for his advice on which dress to wear to the Ministry gala. He had invited you "as a friend" for the event, and you had taken that title seriously. The Ministry of Magic only hosted one gala, typically towards the end of the year, and you had never been.

But you had heard stories. Many stories about the events that unfolded at the event. And ever since you were a little girl, watching your older brother, an intern at the Ministry, getting ready for the gala, you had dreamt of going. You didn't intend to waste this opportunity on a simple dress. No, you wanted something you felt pretty and confident in.

But you had yet to find it.

A smile spread on his lips, "Well, it's true. You've looked nice in every dress you've tried on-- Truly. This one's no different. But I do have to be getting home soon. Mum is making pumpkin pastilles for dessert and I really don't want to miss it."

"Well, I wouldn't want to keep you from your mum's pastilles," You teased, picking the final dress up from the rack, "One last one and then I'll decide and you're free to eat Godric knows what."

"You're no help," You teased, picking up the final dress from the rack, "Last one and then we can leave, alright?"

Stepping into the fitting room, you drew the curtain shut behind you as Theseus called out, "You mean, after two and a half hours, you're going to make a decision?"

As you slipped out of the purple gown and into the green, you couldn't help but smile at his remark, "Do you want to get home to your pumpkin pastilles or not?"

"Point taken," Theseus laughed, "But you know-"

You had stepped out of the fitting room, pulling at the sleeves of your dress as you slowly spun around, "Well? The sooner you say something, the sooner you get to eat."

His breath hitched in his throat, "I, um, well, I think that's… that's the one."

Raising a brow, a slight smirk appeared on your face, "Are you just saying that because your mum's cooking is involved? Or is it genuinly the best option."

Theseus shook his head, "You look beautiful, Y/N. Truly."

The sincerity in his voice struck your heart and you couldn't help but beam down at him, "Then I guess this is the one."

His eyes were glued to your back as you walked back into the fitting room, the curtain closing once again. Theseus simply stared at where you had once stood, his tie suddenly too tight around his neck. Loosening it a bit, he cleared his throat. You were his friend. One of his closest, and if he was being honest, one of his only, friends and he wasn't about to lose that. No matter how he felt about you, he wouldn't do that to you. Or Newt. Or his mum. Merlin's Beard, you had practically grown up with the Scamander brothers. You were like family in their eyes. But you were more to Theseus. At least, in his head.

So when Theseus heard frustrated grunts coming from the fitting room, he snapped out of his trance, rising to his feet, "Everything alright?"

"No," You grunted, "This dress… I can't get the zipper… Wand's too far… I'm a bit stuck, actually…"

"Do you need help?" He asked, his voice wavering.

"Would you mind?" You said, your voice lifting, "Oh, Theseus, I'd love you forever if you would. I mean, I already do, I suppose, but even more."

He cleared his throat, his hand grazing the velvet fabric of the curtain, "I'm coming in, alright?"

"Yes," You said, your arm stuck in the dress as he slipped in, the curtain closing behind him.

Theseus couldn't help but laugh, "You weren't kidding about beign stuck, were you?"

"No," You grinned, "The zipper's stuck on some of the fabric. I can't reach it. Can you get it for me?"

He nodded, swallowing, his hand grazing your back where the zipper had gotten caught. Working the zipper around the fabric it was stuck on, he slowly got it free without damaging the gown.

Sliding it the rest of the way down your back after making sure you were holding onto the front of the dress, he smiled, "There you go."

You squealed excitedly, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Wrapping him in a one-arm hug, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, "Guess you can get those pumpkin pastilles now, can't you?"

Shock settled through him, "What?"

"The pumpkin pastilles your mum's making," You reminded him, "Now that I've got the dress all figured out, you won't miss dessert."

"Oh," Theseus said, in a bit of a daze, "Nearly forgot."

"You, forgetting about dessert? I don't believe it," You teased, ushering him out of the room, "Now get out of here so I can get changed."

Nodding, he left, "Let me know if you need anything else, alright? I'll see you tomorrow."

"Of course," You grinned, "I'll see you tomorrow, Thes. Enjoy time at your mum's. Love you!"

"I love you, too."

But for some reason, that "love you" had a deeper meaning than all the other "love you's" he had said to you before. It wasn't so much a goodbye as it was a confession.

Theseus Scamander x reader

✨Love is magical✨

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The next morning came, the sun was beaming on your faces when you both woke up. Immediately Theseus pulled you closer and kissed you passionately. From that moment on it was always the two of you. Theseus took time every day to teach you how to use and perfect your magic. Every week consisted of visits to Great Aunt Naziyas house as well. You were an ultra fast learner, highly intelligent. You even managed to produce a patronus charm on your very first attempt, it was a beautiful snow leopard. Theseus had never seen anything like it, but you weren’t surprised because the snow leopard was your favorite animal.

Before you knew it Christmas Eve was only a day away. Theseus asked you to have dinner with him and his family on Christmas Day, but you weren’t sure if that was a good idea. You weren’t officially his girlfriend and the thought of meeting his entire family made you nervous. He even suggested that you invite your great aunt, but she declined the invitation. After days of him nagging you about coming to his family’s Christmas dinner you finally caved. And so on Christmas Eve you spent the night at Theseus’s place.

Waking up on Christmas morning the smell of pumpkin spice filled the air. You leaned over only to realize Theseus wasn’t in bed. You got up and walked to the kitchen to find Theseus making pancakes, sipping on eggnog. “Good morning beautiful, Happy Christmas” he says cheerfully before kissing you. “Merry Christmas Theseus” you respond while taking a sip of eggnog. “Are you ready to meet my family?” He asks. You laugh nervously “ugh hah yeah.” “Don’t worry I told them they will absolutely adore my fiancé” he says joking trying to get you to calm down a bit. Fiancé? You thought to yourself, it was a joke sure but it only made you more nervous. “Let’s stick to friend, instead” you respond, putting the eggnog down. Theseus frowns “right friend, yeah, sure” he says, feeling like his heart was in his throat. Calling you just a friend wasn’t what Theseus wanted. He wanted you to be his, his love, his girl, his soulmate, his other half. He wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend that day, but realized that it might be too early for you.

You saw the pain in his eyes and walked over to him, hugging him from the back “I’m sorry Theseus I’m just a bit nervous is all.” He turns around and places a gentle kiss on your forehead “it’s alright darling, I’m just happy you’re here, and don’t worry my family will love you.” “Alright well I’ll bake some dessert for dinner and we can get going when you’re ready” you say before kissing him. The morning went by quickly, and the two of you set off to the Scamander household. His Mother opened the door and greeted you both “oohh y/n! How lovely to finally meet you! You’re just as gorgeous as Theseus described, we’ve heard so many great things about you!” she exclaimed. You gave her and Mr. Scamander a big hug, and thanked them both for inviting you.

As you and Theseus walked inside you noticed a ginger haired man with freckles standing in the hallway. His gaze met yours but then quickly turned away. You could tell this man was shy but something about him felt so warm. Theseus gave him a huge hug “y/n, this is my little brother Newt, Newt this is y/n.” “Ah yes the magic zoologist! I’ve heard a lot of cool stories about you, you’ve got to let me meet some of your fantastic beasts sometime.” As soon as you mentioned your curiosity for magical creatures Newts face lit up. You could tell Newt was different from Theseus, there was a resemblance sure but there was something more innocent about Newt. Suddenly you felt something tugging at your earrings, it was Teddy, Newts niffler. “Teddy now you stop that this instant!” Newt yelled. You took Teddy in your arms and cradled him. “My goodness, he’s adorable” you cooed. Both Theseus and Newt stared at you delightfully, both recognizing how kind and loving you were.

The three of you and their parents sat down for dinner. Mrs. Scamander begins asking a plethora of questions “y/n I hear you only recently discovered that you are a witch! How does it feel?” “Well it’s been amazing so far, I love my elder wand, and I made my first patronus the other day. Oh and apparently I can talk to snakes as well” you respond excitedly. *Everyone gasps* and Mrs. Scamander drops her glass. Mr. Scamander stutters, “the elder wand? But I don’t understand….I..thought….” “It’s a long story really Dad” Theseus interrupts. Mrs. Scamander catching her breathe continues “you’re a…a…parsel mouth?” “Yeah parseltongue or whatever it’s called.” You brush it off, not realizing that most parselmouths are correlated with dark wizards. “Mum, I think it’s best that we don’t hound y/n with questions, she’s brilliant really and a good kind hearted witch,” Theseus intrudes.

“How fascinating” Newt says, looking at you bewildered. Theseus explains why you own the elderwand now, and how close Dumbledore is to your family. Which calms everyone down, he then mentions your family name. Mrs. Scamander smiles widely “my my y/n you are a pure blood witch I see.” “Yeah I guess, although not long ago I was a “muggle” you laugh using quotation hands when saying that word. It was only then that the Scamander family realized how down to earth and kind you were despite all of the superior traits and special history you possessed. They were truly intrigued by you, they adored you, and began to love you as did Theseus. The remainder of the night was filled with laughs, exchanging gifts, Christmas songs, and stories of Theseus and Newt’s childhood. It was the perfect end to a wonderful warm Christmas, and Theseus’s heart bursted with joy seeing how much you fit into his family.

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3 months went by and alas y/n was one of the best witches to have ever existed, even Theseus thought so. Y/n however had no idea just how powerful of a witch she had become. Finally, the day came to enter the wizarding world. You thought about going before but you wanted to be exceptionally good at using your powers prior to being around other witches and wizards. It was a Friday evening when you were coming home from work. It was a bit strange being a witch while living and working in the human world, or as Theseus and Naziya would say the “muggle” world. You laughed to yourself “muggle is such a funny word.” You we’re happy. The happiest you had ever been. Which is saying a lot given you’ve been happy your entire life, always thankful, always grateful.

Upon arriving to your home Theseus was already waiting outside. “A bit early don’t you think?” you chuckle. Theseus responds “I’m just really excited for you to finally see the wizarding world, I couldn’t help but rush here!” “Not to mention I’m just excited to see you darling.” He picks you up and twirls you in the air, until you’re kissing him with both legs wrapped around his waist.

“Shall we get going then? I thought we could start off at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley, then make our way to Hogsmeade, I think you’d fancy the Three Broomsticks, wait until you try butter beer! I know you have a sweet tooth so we will definitely stop by Honey Dukes too!” Theseus exclaims. You couldn’t help but laugh at how excited he was and how amusing all the names of these places were. “Alright Thes, let me change and we can get going, you just lead the way!” You pulled out your wand and recited “multicorfors!” Instantly changing into a beautiful satin pink top, pink beret, and grey pencil skirt, matching your lipstick. Your perfect hair blowing in the wind.

“Gorgeous as usual” Theseus says gazing at you in adoration. “I’ll never get tired of that incantation” you reply. You grabbed onto Theseus’s arm and apparated to Diagon alley. As soon as you get there you’re taken aback by the atmosphere. “I’m really here Theseus!!” You yell, as everyone stares at you two. “I know darling, isn’t is grand?” Theseus holds your hand as you look around with pure astonishment in your eyes, soaking up every detail of the magic that surrounded you. You stood there for about 10 minutes with sheer happiness radiating out of you, glowing with curiosity. “Alright darling let’s get to the Leaky Cauldron, we’ve got a lot of ground to cover!” Theseus snaps you out of your trance.

Walking into the Leaky Cauldron was like walking into a German style restaurant that had a fire place and cute decorations. The place was cozy with a touch of magic. Theseus pulls your chair out for you to sit, he picked the table right next to the fireplace. Reaching into his pocket Theseus pulls out a gently wrapped box, “this is for you my love, I wanted to give you a gift in celebration of mastering your magic, and well I just wanted to get you something.”

Slowly unwrapping and opening the box, inside of it was a real diamond heart shaped necklace with rose gold accents. It was breath taking. Theseus was the sweetest most thoughtful man you had been with in quite some time. “Awe Theseus thank you so much, this is stunning, I will cherish it forever.” You say as you walk over to his side of the table, sit on his lap and give him the biggest kiss. Theseus looks at you in the eyes and grabs your hand, while squeezing your waist with his other, he says nervously, “there’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about, or ask of you. See we’ve been spending so much time together and I’ve been falling for you since that night I first laid eyes on you in the trolley. You are the most beautiful being I’ve ever met inside and out and well, I was wondering if you’d…..if you’d like….if you’d do me the honor of ya know going steady? Will you be my girlfriend y/n?”

You didn’t know what to say, you liked Theseus, a lot actually. You were falling for him too. But it hadn’t been a full year since your last relationship and you weren’t sure if this would complicate your free flowing dynamic with Theseus. You were apprehensive, and Theseus could sense this. “I’m…im…I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to pressure this on you. I shouldn’t have asked, truly…I guess I just thought the feelings were mutual.” Theseus stutters out, his heart feeling like it had been stomped on, sweating profusely. “Yes, yes, I would love to be your girlfriend!” You respond giving him a kiss, throwing caution to the wind after realizing that you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be with this kind and gentle soul.

Theseus was ecstatic, his eyes immediately lit up with love. “Really? Oh my darling y/n, you’ve made me the happiest man alive! Next round is on me for everyone!” He yells to those sitting inside. “Cheers!” they all respond in unison, delighted.

𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

@gabbydoesthings 2022, please do not repost!

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: A oneshot where you're upset at Theseus because he danced with another woman at a ball which results in Theseus confessing his feelings for you.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: None really, just a heated kiss towards the end, but nothing too explicit or anything. A bit angsty and fluffy.

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: This is my first posted Theseus x Reader oneshot, so I hope you enjoy it! This is heavily based off Bridgerton's season two, so Theseus's confession is similar to Anthony's. If you'd like to see more, don't forget to leave a heart and a comment if you'd like! P.S: If you see any grammatical errors, please tell me. It helps me grow as a writer. <3

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Theseus Scamander x female reader.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1,654 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨

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With your heart in your throat, you stormed outside, running towards the gardens of your aunt’s estate as you search for an easy escape from confrontation. Physical confrontation, yes, you weren’t in the mood to face Theseus, but mainly mental confrontation. You didn’t want to have to face yourself with the truth, all you wanted was to forget.

The thought of crying did cross your mind, but you felt more anger than sadness. Why would you give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry? Only to affirm your feelings towards him? Fuming, you held your head in your hands, taking slow breaths as you tried to slow the erratic beat of your heart. 

The patio doors slammed shut and there was the voice of the person who’d caused you so much distress. 

“Y/N? Y/N! Please wait!,” he called, spotting you next to the entrance of the garden’s maze. Pulling away from your hands, you looked towards the voice and began to run. You knew it made no sense to run, but knowing you put up a fight made you feel better. After all it’d be a few seconds before he caught up. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N! Please,” he begged, finally catching up to you by grabbing your forearm and roughly pulling you towards him so you could finally face him. 

“Lord Scamander, daresay you have not thought of how indecent it would be if anyone saw us? Us two, alone without a chaperone, and you calling me by my given name?” you stated calmly but firmly, showing your anger by ripping your wrist away from his grasp. 

With persistence, Theseus grits out, “ I do not care if anyone were to see us. I must speak to you.” 

Clenching your jaw, you take a deep breath before speaking. “Of course you do not care. You only care for yourself. If my family were to fall because of such scandal, you would be relieved it were me than you.”

“Do not say that, Y/N. I would never put you  or your family in harm’s way,” Theseus snaps back, shocked that you would say such a thing. 

In anger, you gasp, yelling, “Oh my God, Miss Y/L/N. Do not call me Y/N, you do not get that privilege. If that is all, Lord Scamander, I must be on my way.” 

You turn, just about to walk away when Theseus grabs you by the wrist once more and pulls you hard, pushing you into him. Yelling, he replies, “No, I am not done, Miss Y/L/N. Whatever you think you saw, you are wrong.” 

Releasing your heavy breaths against his chest, you laugh full heartedly. “Oh, of course. I should have known. I suppose Miss  Johnson was in on your foul ploy? Was the way you looked at her apart of it too?”

With tears prickling in your eyes, you push away, holding your head in your hands as you ask yourself, “How could I be such a fool? How could I have believed that you truly harbored such feeling for me? But it is perfectly fine, I must thank you for liberating me from such torment.”

“Do you think I do not feel torment?” he asked, stepping closer to you. Theseus grabbed your hands, slowly removing them from your face as he pulls you closer. “Do you think I do not feel agony too?” His voice was now dangerously close to a whisper, only the sounds of breathing were able to be heard.

“Every moment I pass away from you fills me with so much misery. From the moment I met you, I knew it would not be easy to hide this, but I did not think it would be so insanely difficult. My feeling for you grew over each visit, and now I humble myself before you as I tell you I love you,” he whispered, chest heaving as he squeezed your hands gently in his. 

You were in complete shock, not knowing whether to be happy, sad, or glad. You try to open your mouth to respond, but nothing made its way out.

“You do not have to accept this, but I just wanted to tell you. I promise you that I have no feelings for Miss Johnson, not any that compare in any way, shape, or form to the ones that I harbor for you. My mother was the one to push me dance with her, telling me to keep my options open, not knowing that there was truly never any options. It has been you since the beginning, Miss Y/L/N.”

You could tell that he’d been holding that in for so long as his posture and breath relaxed once he’d finish speaking. You had no more words except, “I love you too.” 

After waiting for so long, the release from your mental torment finally came, allowing a tear to trickle down your cheek. Theseus stepped in closer, leaning his nose on yours as you fluttered your eyes shut.

You were finally free, and all you wanted to do was kiss him. You knew it was wrong, but when he leaned against you, his hard breath against your skin, you froze, not wanting to stay or pull away. Theseus’s hands found their place on your face, his calloused thumb rubbing gentle circles on your cheeks. He took a deep breath in, the smell of your lavender perfume making him dizzy. 

“I am a gentleman, but every time I am near you, I do not seem to be able to control myself. I’ve never felt so much desire in my whole life,” he whispers, lips ajar as they hover over yours. “Just the smell of your sickeningly saccharine perfume is enough to drive me close to insanity,” he muses, shutting his eyes, lips inches away from closing the gap between you.

You swallow hard, conflicted on what to do. Your mind told you no, but every inch of your being was screaming yes. Shaking your head against him, you breathlessly reply, “No, Theseus, we can’t. If anyone were to spot us, we’d be crucified by the ton.” 

“Please, Y/N,” he pleads, voice needy and desperate. “I need to touch you, I need you, I want you.”

I need you, those words rang in your ears, heart pounding in your chest as you sucked in a breath. You nodded, softly wetting your lips as he wasted no time. 

Theseus crashed his lips on to yours, and it had felt like time stopped around you. Your heart crazily jumped as every second went by, and your lips felt aflame. Every little touch of his made your skin buzz with excitement, and the pain returned in a more pleasurable way. It was like someone had set fire to you both, and you felt like you were desperately searching for water, grasping onto him, his hair, his neck, his face.

“Theseus. Theseus,” you managed to gasp, pulling him harder into you, wanting to devour him whole. You craved more, both of you wanted more yet your need for air limited you. He left his mouth slightly ajar, sharing the heated air between the two as you both gasped for air. There was no cue, no words had been shared, but Theseus knew just when to kiss you again.

In a more delicate way, Theseus brushed his lips up on yours and you reciprocated, gently tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth. He hummed in affirmation before he stopped you, pressing his open mouth against yours.

Your breathing jilted, a wave of heat travelling down your body, lingering on your ears, cheeks, and fingertips. He finally pulled away, releasing you to breathe as he muttering breathily, “You don’t know how long I have waited for this moment, it has been engraved in my dreams. Every night I have this image of us seared into my mind, never being able to truly know how it felt. It was always a figment of my imagination, but now I have no need to imagine no more.”

You couldn’t help but smile, cheeks glowing with heat. It was reliving to know that you hadn’t been the only one awaiting this single moment. Feeling your smile, Theseus grinned, softly nuzzling his nose against yours. You finally pull away, both of you sharing the fuzzy warm feeling in the pits of your stomachs. 

Feeling much more cheekier than before, Theseus intertwines his fingers into yours, smiling. You look down before raising your hands, letting out a boisterous giggle. He joins in, laughing along as he takes a sneaky peek at the dance card tied on your wrist. Funnily enough, you had one dance left and he was determined to have it.

He releases your hand for a second before turning to you, flashing his charming smile. “Since I am a gentleman, I noticed that your dance card is not yet full and I wanted to do you the favour of asking you to dance. May I have this dance, Miss Y/L/N?” he teases, placing extra careful emphasis on “favour”, “gentleman,” and “Miss.” He extends his hand forward, awaiting your response. 

You fake gasp before chuckling softly, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Favour? You? Ha. I might as well entertain this delusional thought of yours since I have nothing more to do for this evening. Yes, you may, Lord Scamander,” you roll your eyes as you play along, biting down on your bottom lip to hide your smile. You place your gloved hand on his before he entangles your hand on his arm to walk side to side towards the door.

“Very well, I must make the best of this and show you to a good time,” he replies, opening the door to welcome you in. You laugh, thanking him for the door with a nod. 

Linking arms with him, you turn to look at him and say, “Anywhere with you is a good time, my Lord.”

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