#theseus scamander x y/n
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the art of lies | t.s. (fantastic beasts) - chapter one
Summary: all your life you had been handling the dirty truth, and here he comes presenting you with his sweet lies.
Pairings: Theseus Scamander x Fem!Reader
genre: romance, mature audience intended
warnings: mature themes, implied sexual content, sexworker protagonist, pleasure house (brothel), smoking
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IN THE ABSENCE OF DAYLIGHT, Paris comes alive, after all, it is known as the City of Love.
Love in the form of freshly picked flowers from the florist.
The sweetest chocolate that tickled your taste buds.
Hand-written poems that rivaled world-renowned poets.
A love so sweet and tender that it caresses you gently in the night
But that certainly wasn’t the truth, it never was. Love wasn’t like that.
Love was the thorns that hid beneath the roses.
Love was the bitter taste that lingered in your mouth after your first dark chocolate.
Love was the letter from lovers that had written goodbyes instead of ‘I’ll stay’.
Love was the harsh tug of your hair, the rough hands that hold your wrists, saying the words ‘You are so beautiful’ only when you are in the middle of the bed, spread willingly to the desires of man.
Here, in Paris, is nothing but filled with nights of debauchery where all senses are thrown out the window. The sickening smell of expensive perfume and wine drowning you in the world of sins. And Paris was notable for it, here you are free! Or so they say.
Truth be told, you could never be free, always staying in hiding from the Non-Magiques. And here you were indebted to your handler, Madame Blanche, the owner of the renowned luxurious Maison close ‘Amour Délicat’.
Like her name, the whites in her hair and the sharp look in her eyes tell her story. She was a former courtesan before and when the first war of the non-magiques happened there she learned something that would give birth to her only child, the Amour Délicat. When she shared the truth of what was happening in the world of the non-magiques to the Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France (Ministry of Magical Affairs of France), Madame Blanche was greatly compensated, and there from the ground up, she built her history.
Madame Blanche is far from the harsh and ruthless handlers in the non-magiques world of prostitution; she is commanding and ruthless. When she saw the reality of the world, it opened her mind to do whatever it takes to protect herself, and that is by being well-known that you create a sense of security in being seen. Here she opened her doors to those willing to work for her, at first, many were wary as to join and take employment, the look of disdain and gossip were indeed not for the faint of heart.
And you who had nothing to lose, took the first bite and jumped straight into death potion.
You, who only had your name and the clothes you wore on your back crawled straight inside Pandora’s box.
Madame Blanche had saved you, she had given you a roof, food, clothes, and the protection that you needed. The life you formerly had was long gone; it was all in the past, thrown into the sea to be forgotten.
And here you learn to be a great witch. She first-hand, had taught you how to be a legilimens, as her first courtesan, she has taught you how to traverse the mind easily, to learn secrets, and how to use them to your advantage.
“The most powerful of witches and wizards can all be defeated by the secrets they hide.”
While the other courtesans were only taught surface-level legilimency, you were a natural. Not only can you do it nonverbally and wandlessly, but you can also communicate with others telepathically. Madame Blanche had opened you to all possibilities, and with that, she entrusted you with the highest position of being her right hand.
And your skill at legilimens always comes at night when you bed another clientele. And in the middle of pure ecstasy, they reveal the truth unwillingly. Here in the dimmed candlelight, you walked through the halls of their mind unlocking every door with a skeleton key of your abilities. No matter how many layers, or how many locks they keep, trust you could open it with ease. Secrets like marital affairs, financial debt, graft and corruption, illegitimate children, crimes, enemies, first love, their favorite color, the last thing they ate, their thoughts at that very moment… you can see and feel. An out-of-body experience, stripping you naked from yourself, from what you are and who you were. Here you forgot you were even breathing.
You didn’t realize you had been lying on the bed still for the last few minutes, the house elf, Bernadette, had been looking at you worriedly, and in her hand was your dressing robe, colors almost like the blinding light.
“Was the man harsh on you today, Miss?” She asked, placing the mulberry silk robe on your hand. You gave her a small smile and shook your head. The faint marks of rope were the clear sign of your lies, yet you were accustomed to it.
“It is alright. Run my bath for me?” With a wave of her hand, the bed took itself towards the laundry room and came in a small golden tub that fit your frame. Muttering a spell it filled the tub with bubbles and water, you stood before it before hitting it with a wave of your wand. The gramophone in the room suddenly erupted into soulful jazz music. With a scrub and a bar of soap ready at hand, Bernadette tried to assist you but you declined. Stepping foot into the warm bubbly bath.
“I would like a moment alone.” You waved your hand as soon as the words left your mouth, the house elf knew to leave you to your own devices. You were a grown woman, a woman who has been doing these for the last decade. And whenever you tried to look into your future, all you could see were the grand walls that painted your very eyes, the moving wallpaper depicting fields of various white flowers, you were stuck in Amour Délicat for the last moments of your life. This was the only thing you will ever know. You were indebted and grateful to Madame Blanche, and that led to your loyalty. She protects you and everyone in the Maison close. Outside these walls was uncertainty.
In the hot water, you submerged yourself trying to wake yourself up to the fact that this is your life. Yet when the warm glow of the city, fireworks erupted the skyline, muffled by the water you sat straight to peer at the noise. Without even looking, you knew families were in their own homes, enclosed with the scent of pastries and the warmth of their own fireplace. It was just a few minutes before New Year's Eve, and here you were working. Alone, staring into the distance, craving the sense of a warm home.
Holding your knees close to your chest, you stared at the skyline as Muggles and Magical people alike celebrated the night with a bright display of fireworks.
Unbeknown to you, Clarice, the receptionist had been preventing the members of the British Ministry of Magic from stepping foot towards the quarters an hour before the new year would start.
“You cannot go inside; this is a private and respectable property,” Clarice spoke, her accent rushing the words as panic littered her veins. Her arm at ready with her own wand. The lounge was filled with thick air as the British aurors pointed their wand at the girl, not understanding a word she shouted.
Click-clack! Click-clack!
With every slow step, Madame Blanche descended the stairs.
“And what do you English want? Here to close Amour Délicat? You don’t have the right.” Madame Blanche boasts, looking at the men below with her chin pointed upwards. Looking at them one by one, the Madame could not read their minds, the British aurors have been trained in occlumency. Remaining calm, she stood on the balcony, overlooking the whole crowd below.
“We were looking for one of your workers. I believe they have the answers to the disappearance of one of the assistant delegates of the British Department of the International Confederation of Wizards.” Torquil Travers claimed, holding a photograph of a man in his middle 30s-40s.
Summoning the paper in the grasp of the Madame, she looked at the photograph intently, racking up all the lists of their clients. Without even showing hints of recognition, Madame had thrown the paper back into the hands of the aurors.
“I believe you must have a permit before we further your inquiries. If not, then leave.” Turning around, she waved a hand to open the large doors.
“We have it, signed and approved by your own Minister.” Stopping in her tracks, the auror walked up to the steps and held it right in front of the Madame’s face. Now a hint of annoyance was painted on her pointed brows.
“Come to my office, only I can accommodate two of you. Choose wisely.” Madame Blanche said in a cold tone, not even bothering to wait for aurors as she walked straight to the lift.
“Scamander! Come with me.” Travers could upon the young man, the older auror respected the young man’s abilities and thinking, after all, he was a respectable war hero.
Stepping into the lift, the walls were decorated with moving painted white flowers, the madame touched the button to the highest floor, and the black lining of the lift showed its elegance. As the Aurors stood behind her, eyes darted across each other in nervousness. The Brits showed no sign of anxiety, even if that was far from the truth, the Madame held an air of regalness suffocating them with the scent of floral perfume. As soon as the doors of the lift parted for her, the room was quite the luxury and beauty with its eclectic interior, engulfed with knick-knacks from travels, moving statues, paintings from famous muggles, and the large glass pane showing the night sky.
In the middle of the room was a velvet green chair, a large glass table, and a lone flower sitting in the golden vase.
“Sit.” She pointed toward the chair in front of her, while she remained standing encircling the room looking at the Englishman that disturbed her home.
“Our clients value discreteness, we simply could not disclose it easily… yet since you presented me with a hand-written note by our minister I must oblige to your request. Then talk, what is it that you want?”
“We are looking for Charles Moore. He has been in charge of communications with the French Ministry as a part of assistant delegate for our Ministry, he asked to be assigned here after the Muggle World War. The day he was posted to return, he didn’t. And we believe that in his letters to his sister, he claimed to be…”
Madame Blanche raised her eyebrow at Torquil Travers waiting for him to spit it out.
“In love.” Theseus replied. “He claims that he has found the love of life here in Paris and was planning to buy off her indenture. Or so we believe.”
Madame Blanche scoffed.
“There are many dames in Paris, and he chose to settle with a courtesan?” Madame Blanche laughed, making Travers find it humorous as well. In the keen eyes of Madame Blanche, he saw Theseus's brows turn into a frown before shifting back to biting his cheeks.
“Are you certain that it was in Amour Délicat?”
Theseus answered with a nod.
There were three letters in total from Charles Moore to his sister. And for the past few days, Theseus had been assigned to look for the exact description of the building. He alone took the time of the day, looking at details of every establishment and brothel in Paris, from the world of the muggles to hidden alcoves of the French Wizarding World. After 2 days, he had seen the exact description of the magnificent-looking walls lined with silver and the sweet nauseating scent of flowers, that’s when he knew this was it.
First Letter:
Dearest Ange,
I believe I have found the love of my life! No one is ever as beautiful as her. No amount of theatrics on the show could ever take my eyes off of her. She sat there like a flower, waiting for me.
As soon as the play was over, I tried to approach her. Tell her to take my hand and run away with me. Oh, Ange! I never felt something like this. This must be what love is. Yet, my heart turned to pieces when I saw her taking the arm of another man, walking together side-by-side as they left the theater. I trailed behind them, and saw the most luxurious of buildings, sparkled with silver linings and flowers decorating its walls. Then I stopped and stared, and the man left her there. That’s when I realized what it was… I know this might sound ridiculous, but she is working in the red-light district and with that, no amount of apprehension could hinder me. I know you would flip the whole house upside down, but Ange this is love. I am certain of it. No amount of your denial could keep me away from this.
From your darling brother, Charlie.
Second Letter:
Dear Angelique,
With the amount of your reply, I take that your silence was your approval.
Today, I took liquid courage to go ahead and talk to her. But the only way was that I had to pay a fortune. I walked to the receptionist with high hopes, and with her assistance, she immediately gave me a room. With flowers in hand, I waited for her only to get my hopes up when another girl walked into the room. I was filled with disappointment. I asked the lady of the night for the description of my love, and she claimed that she was part of the ‘bouquet de blanc’. First-time patrons' pocket money is not enough to gain an audience. And me being an assistant could only lead me to certain places, yet I will persevere.
Give me a few more days and I’ll be able to, no matter the cost.
From your brother, Charles.
Last Letter:
To my Darling Sister,
I hope this letter finds you well, I could not disclose to the ministry the cost of my expenses… but I found another way. Worry no more. Today, I will finally be able to talk to her.
The day that I return home is when she is with me.
From your loving brother.
Placing the letters right in front of the Madame of the house, with a lifted finger her smile faded into a scowl. Someone from the inside was spreading information about her courtesans; Bouquet de Blanc was valued in secrecy. This was a catalog of their courtesans that had regular high-paying patrons, and this was not open for viewing so easily. Patrons that were deemed valuable to her and her Maison close were accommodated, the pure-blooded noble families, higher ranking officials, royalty even. And someone from the lower ranks of her courtesans had their tongue quite willingly.
Waving her wand, she summoned a large logbook. There inside was information such as names, professions, ages, nationalities, and ranks of their patrons, of course, the courtesan they were assigned to. Whispering the name Charles Moore, it skimmed through the pages with ease, and there in bold letters was the name of the auror the Brits were looking for. Travers tried to peer at the other listed names, his curiosity taking the best of him.
“Curiosity is the lust of the mind, Mr. Travers. Why don’t you sit still, and I’ll call upon her.”
Closing the book harshly, Madame called upon Bernadette. Apparating next to her mistress, Madame Blanche whispered to call the girl. Nodding the house elf disappeared within a blink of an eye. Behind them, the elevator dinged, while the Madame tapped on the book with carefully manicured nails.
“It is New Year’s Eve; would you like to avail of our services? It can easily be arranged. I know it’s a long journey and your work for your ministry is greatly appreciated, it wouldn’t hurt to take the night off— to indulge yourself in your sensual desires.”
The older man shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Suddenly they were interrupted when the elevator doors dinged, signaling the arrival of the courtesan. Turning around a slender figure stepped foot in the room, She wore a long flowing green nightgown.
“Come in here and greet the Brits, Maeve. They would like to talk to you about Charles Moore.” Madame Blanche pointed to the aurors in front of her, the back of the courtesan’s neck grew in a cold sweat.
“I–I do not understand Madame Blanche. I didn’t do anything wrong! The man asked– and I swore that was the last of it, I told him what he wanted to hear.” The girl's pleading cries fell on deaf ears as the aurors could not understand what she was crying about. Theseus' eyes darted between Madame Blanche and the girl’s tear-stricken face. While Torquil Travers stood to show his authority, ready to apprehend the girl.
Within just a few seconds, Madame Blanche had already seen the inner linings of the girl’s mind. The fear registered in her thoughts while she traversed doors upon doors to look for the memories of the missing delegate, and right there she found what she was seeking.
In just a few quick strides, Madame Blanche towered over the girl with a look of disdain painted on her red lips. The old mistress, jaw held tightly as she wiped the tears of the girl. Only to hold the young girl’s face tightly, her long nails pierced through the delicate skin while she stared straight down into the young woman’s eyes with an intense look, unblinking.
“You may leave, pack your bags, and look for work elsewhere. I do not take it kindly to those willing to open their mouths willingly to my secrets. Bernadette, escort her out of here. I have found what I’m looking for.”
The girl refused as the house elf dragged the wailing girl back to the elevator, screams of ‘no’ echoed through the walls.
Travers, who was far too confused, shouted for the house elf to stop as the girl was a key witness. Even pointed his wand threateningly at the old mistress, ready to cast a stunning spell within the tips of his lips. The madame disarms him with a flick of her wand, his wand went flying right off his grasp and cluttered on the hardwood floor. Madame shook her head no when the auror Travers tried to pick it up.
“You’re a legilimens.” Theseus muttered; Madame Blanche turned around to face the man giving them a tight-lipped smile and nodded.
“Would you like to view the girl’s memory and be done with it? I need to run my business after all.” Offering to perform legilimency to project the memories to the aurors, they declined. They knew not to, after all, they too have secrets that protect their ministry.
“We decline. We, Aurors value our minds and do not open them so willingly.” Travers stated, still apprehensive of Madame Blanche. “But the girl needs to be questioned, we have to have her testimonials as to Moore’s disappearance.”
“Then you must trust my word because I too have my secrets to keep. That girl didn’t kill or cause his disappearance. He came in here one night, to question about the catalog of my courtesans and that was it–”
Cutting off the handler of the brothel, Theseus insisted; “Charles Moore stated in his letters about a ‘bouquet de blanc’. I hope that might ring a bell, after browsing through your catalog in the lobby earlier. I couldn’t find traces of this list, is this a secret that you are hiding from the ministry?”
Madame Blanche’s eyes narrowed at the young auror; her piercing ice-blue eyes almost looked like they could kill.
“No, of course not. My bouquet de blanc is the Amour Délicat trade secrets. I could not easily say it out loud for fear of our competitors copying what I built from the ground up. If you would like to browse that catalog, then let me— although I must say, we do not easily offer our services freely.” Walking towards a dark oak cabinet grabbing a large book with golden linings. Placing right back at the table, Madame Blanche flipped through the pages with images of different courtesans, and right on its last page was a picture of you.
“I believe she is the one he is asking for.” She pointed with a manicured finger, right before your name was a title given to you.
Queen of the Night; Night-blooming Cereus
You were smiling, looking right at the onlooker like it was destined. While others bashfully hid their eyes, sultry looking to get admirers, you didn’t need to do that. You had your charm, something that allures the onlookers to choose you. Madame Blanche tried to flip the page to show them another photograph of you leaving nothing to the imagination to the spectator, but Theseus stopped her.
“I think that is enough, could you summon her to talk to us.” Theseus declared with a cough, standing up to close the book and stepping right in front of Travers' line of sight. “Please.”
Madame Blanche smiled, this time it was far different. “I believe your permit only limited you to talk to one of the key witnesses… And since Mr. Moore was not a benefactor of bouquet de blanc, I know because I am the only bookkeeper of that catalog… you must pay a hefty price.”
Now, the Aurors were stuck in the beginning, only pieces of blocked paths. If Charles Moore was not on the list of high-ranking patrons, then they could only comply with the demands of the authority and right now it wasn’t them who was holding the winning cards. When Travers' authority gets threatened, he scoffs, ready to drag Theseus out of the old woman. Madame Blanche truly was a businesswoman, she played them a fool. Whether they get out of the establishment empty-handed, or with empty wallets was their choice. They could simply not arrest the old woman, this was out of their jurisdiction, they were out of their element and far from their own country, and they simply couldn’t do whatever they wanted.
“Either you pay full price, or you will tell me why such a simple assistant is being hunted down by the best Aurors of the British Ministry. Pick your price.” She sat arms folded right in front of her face, holding her chin while she grinned at the standing men.
Within a minute of no one budging, Travers' patience wavered. With a deep sigh, he faltered. With one last glance at Theseus, he held his head low.
“Charles Moore stole 4,000 galleons. We believe that he tried to buy her indenture and convince her to come to London with him.” Travers confessed. That was the half-truth, Theseus’ senior took out the part that it was from the subsidy for international affairs. And the way he stole it was undetected like he had some insiders to help him, they were now battling an unseen threat. They only noticed it was missing after 3 months, when Theseus looked at the accounts and noticed that something was awry.
Madame Blanche started laughing, “He believes he can buy off her indenture for 4,000 galleons. Oh, what a joke! That’ll only cost him half an hour at most”
When Madame Blanche stopped laughing, she pointed back to the lift doors. “Head to the floor below. I’ll tell her I sent you.” The aurors nodded and headed to leave only to be held when the Madame halted them to stop.
“You endanger my investment; I’d rather you stay here than be near one of my priceless courtesans.” She stated, pointing at the older auror. Theseus can see his senior jaw tightened, and the veins on his neck grew red in anger. Not only was the older auror disarmed, but he was also being held under surveillance in fear that he might endanger you, now his patience and authority wavered on thin ice, and his eyes clouded with anger.
“I’ll talk to her and I’ll find what we need.” Theseus whispered as soon as he stepped foot in the lift. The doors closed slowly; he saw Madame Blanche’s eyes watching the other auror like a hawk.
When the doors for the lift opened, what greeted him was a vast hall painted like the night sky. With a slight shift of his eyes, he can see the tiny freckles of stars that decorated a lone white door. Unlike the outside of the establishment, this seemed out of place with the flower motifs of Amour Délicat. Here he can feel the cold breeze of the winter night. Knocking on the white door, he called out to the name he had seen written on the catalog.
You who had been preoccupied with your thoughts; wishing to know the feeling of stepping out of your body, floating, freely, like the ghosts that linger down the dark alleys. Right outside the window, the streets erupted in cheers as they all greeted each other another happy new year. Drinking down the champagne that was given to you by a patron, noting a taste of toast and coffee and a subtle spice drowning out all your other senses. When the fireworks ended, you lay there looking at the skylight as the only glow of the light left was the moonlight.
A subtle knock started you as you let Bernadette waltz her way in. Her company and the cup of tea are greatly appreciated when your water has now gone cold. But instead of the house elf, what replaced her was someone far taller than her; there he stood only the silhouette of his slender frame seen.
Theseus didn’t expect what he saw, a lone woman basking in the golden tub, a melancholy look written in her eyes.
Sad. You looked sad.
The only sound that could be heard was the faint hum of the gramophone across the room and the muffled cheers that erupted right behind the glass windows. With the faint sparkle of light, you saw a slight frown on his face. Realizing your predicament, you went back to wearing the mask when you were at work.
“Would you like me to keep you company?” You asked, turning around delicately, careful not to show another ounce of skin. Tilting your head to one side and smiling at him, the same one he has seen in the photograph earlier.
When Theseus realized what you were implying, he held his hand and shook his head, showing you a metal badge indicating the words ‘auror’. You had a fair share of French aurors that came to you for a night, often playing the role of the captive and captor. What a lack of imagination, if this is the role he wants to play then so be it.
“You would like to play that role? I, the convict, and you the detainer. Would you like that darling?” You asked, ready to approach him when he realized what was happening, he turned around not to face your naked form. The tips of his ears went red in embarrassment.
“I didn’t come here for your service; I was sent here by Madame Blanche to question you. My name is Theseus Scamander, I was sent by the British Ministry of Magic.” He announced.
Ahh… A British Auror. You hummed and stood to grab the white robe and placed it on your body. Hearing the sound of faint footsteps, Theseus waited until you gave him a signal.
“I see… talk I don’t have all night to entertain you.” This time you put your weight and one foot, crossing your arms across your chest. Your hand laid steady on your wand.
Turning around, you pointed toward the chair that sat across from you, and he agreed to your request. As soon as he did, you went and grabbed the champagne you had been drinking earlier and procured another glass to pour him one. Placing it next to him, you stood in front of him and drank yours, waiting as he did too. Theseus eyed it suspiciously, but you continued to drink it on your own accord.
“A gift… something lighter than the fire whiskey.” You replied as you down the glass in one gulp. He nodded and carefully took a sip of his. You sat in front of him and grabbed the bottle to pour more down into your glass.
When he exhaled in satisfaction, you knew it tasted amazing. Theseus knew what you were doing, trying to lower his guard, not sitting to show you were in control, and intoxicating him to vulnerability. Yet, he remained calm, showing no signs of threat to you. If Madame Blanche was a legilimens, there was a high chance you were too, all he needed to do was throw you off his scent.
And just like he had predicted, right at the moment you tried to pry his mind. A knot on your brow formed when you stared intently at him.
‘You looked sad.’ Those were the thoughts that circled his mind, like a mantra. You can feel it. Feel him. It made you nauseous, the bile in your throat rose as his thoughts engraved into yours. No one had looked at you and thought you were sad; it was always beautiful. Sadness and you were never to be put in a sentence, and when his thoughts did it terrified you.
To be seen broken makes you fear. To be seen feeling sadness made the feeling of being stripped naked for the whole world to see. All your life, you had built these walls that made you stand on your own two feet. The ache in your mind becomes unbearable, you weren’t beautiful… underneath all the expensive clothes, and pearls that glittered your skin— you are crooked, battered with bruises, wrecked by time, your skin filthy with sin, you were a tragedy… a rotten work.
“Stop.” With gritted teeth, you fail to look at his eyes and his mind. A slip of the tongue made you realize what you had said out loud, that was all Theseus needed to know that you too are a legilimens. “State your purposes.”
Right in the pockets of his coat was the photograph of Charles Moore, he carefully placed it on the table in front of him waiting for you to pick it up.
“Do you recognize him?” He placed the picture within your line of sight. Pausing he tried to scope for your reaction. “It’s Charles Moore, an assistant delegate of the British Department of the International Confederation of Wizards.”
“He has been missing for months and the last contact we had from him was a letter to his sister, trying to have an audience with you.”
Your eyes examined Moore’s photograph. And minutes passed your silence almost became too heavy to Theseus's dislike, but he needed to thread your waters carefully, you were already agitated for unknown reasons.
“I believe I do not know who this person is.” You smiled and stared at Theseus, the first time you met his eyes after your outburst earlier.
He pointed out another slip of your strong facade right at its mark. “Yet you do not deny that you do recognize him.”
“Maybe I do… Maybe I don’t. It is possible he is one of my long lists of admirers, doesn’t erase the fact that I do not know him at all.”
“I highly doubt that. You’re a legilimens, and I am not; that is true. I need to know if you have met with him once, and if you are proven to be telling the truth then I would leave this room. But I can tell you’re lying. Skilled legilimens can procure memories into another person, and all I needed was the time and date, any people that were trailing him. Your truth is all I need.” He proposes.
“Or would you rather we do this the hard way? The choice is yours.” He leaned forward as his head rested on his knuckles.
“You give me the illusion of free choice when all you want is to pry my mind. Is there something you are not saying, Mister Scamander? Tell me the truth, what is in it for you? What would you get to look into the inner workings of my mind? You expect me to believe that you honestly want nothing else? Just my memory? I hardly doubt that.” Challenging his proposition, you leaned forward as your palms hit the glass table harshly with a loud slap, not before rebutting his claims. “Surely it could not be just you are looking for a testament, you wouldn’t work hard on that, all you needed is a vial of the strongest veritaserum and it would be done. Then why are you pushing hard to look into my mind?”
“You play a cruel game of trust.” He sighed, making you scoff. “Mr. Moore had said in his letters about how he will get the currency to meet you, his means to getting it is unsaid. And that was a clear sign that he needed someone to work with him to get that from a subsidiary of international affairs, you are simply a madman to be able to work alone. And all I need is— you. All I need is you.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion.
“I need you to work with me. You knew better than just mere rumors, you knew everyone and could see their thoughts.”
Working with the British Ministry, consider it treason. Yet, you never were loyal to this land. Your loyalty lies elsewhere, it stays to those who have given you a sense of protection. Your loyalty is within Madame Blanche’s hands. Hands that remained choking you to stay.
Still, you let Mr. Scamander entertain you with his words.
“It would have to take you a valuable price, Mr. Scamander. I am an expensive woman, yet, I am considerate. Give me leverage and I will give you what you want.” That’s when he stopped and stared at the photo, avoiding any eye contact. “What could you possibly offer Mr. Scamander, tell me.”
You grinned as you took a sip at the champagne, just like a war, both of you had been disarming and hurting each other for the kill. Breaking down every barrier with a small slip-up of each other, both of you were professionals at your trades. He is an Auror, he knows how to spot lies and negotiate, give you the feeling of support to make you break down your armor. Meanwhile, you pride yourself on being a great liar, you know what to say to appear compliant, and you know how to adapt and play the games to your tide. Every word and sentence uttered until one of you would lose the battle of wits, one slip and the fallen would crash and burn.
Leaning back you gave him a smile, your wand procuring a cigarette that lay on the table. Placing it gently on your lips, the tip of your wand lit up a flame. With a deep inhale, you knew you were already winning the battle. You didn’t need to look into his mind, to know that he was fighting a losing war. His occlumency was far useless when the knot on his forehead and the jaunt of his chin told you he was conflicted.
“I have been offered riches that could fill De Nile, clothes that were woven from the rarest of silks, jewels that shone brighter than the sun, houses that housed thousands of rooms, paintings of the most beautiful landscapes, songs and sonnets about my beauty, the most exotics of creatures that lay hidden within the government’s grasp… Pray tell, what could a simple auror like you have that can overthrow all those proposals?”
He was silent, expression never changing. And no matter how hard you try to pry to look into his mind, it remains still like he is right in front of you.
“Safety.” Your smile faltered. “I offer you safety.”
You blinked and blinked. Trying hard not to show that your jaw was slack in silence; the timeliness of the gramophone hitting its ending notes was fitting. His words lay heavy on your mind.
Amour Délicat had always offered you protection, but never safety. Safety was a word often associated with emotional aspects that were never visible in your job, safety offered you the sense of never needing to keep your secrets in this line of work or needing not to utter a word that would be your downfall in these walls. Protection kept you free and sheltered from physical aspects and threats, like the two guards that trailed you whenever you needed to do outside work, or the walls that shielded you from the rain. Safety is a foreign word, way too foreign that it burns you with curiosity. A thrill you never experience on a silver platter. It gives you hope— and hope gives you greed. A greet that surpasses all material things known to man. You want to take it all, consume your being until all is left is the safety that you wanted, the safety of being able to walk free, to run away, the security of not needing to know that this is the place where you would meet your demise.
You knew how Madame Blanche worked, she took pride in knowing secrets and that is her leverage. And right now Madama Blanche would be none the wiser when you will take his deal. And there is one thing in the world that the Madame hated, and it is to not know anything at all.
“Give me your hand.”
“What?”
You held your hand to him and stood up, apprehensive he stood up as well taking your hand in his. Looking up into his eyes, you called upon the house elf. Bernadette immediately appeared right beside you.
“Don’t promise me empty words.”
“I won’t.”
“Then you wouldn’t mind if we made an unbreakable vow.”
Your hold on his palm tightens, only to travel into his wrist. Without breaking eye contact you give him a minute to decide what his choice would be. Does he trust you enough to do it at the expense of his life, or would he rather fear being the one to dictate his actions?
His palm pressed tightly into your wrists, not like the rough hands that occupied your wrists hours ago, his hold was gentle, not imposing. Nodding at Bernadette, a thin tongue of flame issued at the tips of the house elf's fingertips and wound its way around both your and Theseus’ hands. It felt like a burning wire, keeping your skin aflame.
“Will you, Theseus Scamander, promise to provide my safety, as he and I work together?”
“I will.”
“Will you, abide by our oath, to only tell the truth to me?”
“I will.”
a/n:
dialogue that is formatted like this “dialogue” is in French.
i tried hard to make it one-shot i really did, buT I SIMPLY CANT SO HERE I GIVE YOU WORLD BUILDING AND MORE LORE UPON LORE ON THIS FIC.
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When were you planning to tell us?: Theseus Scamander x fem!reader
Summary: During their wedding your recently married friends can't stop asking questions about your "mysterious" husband. Little they know he is the same man who has been flirting with you during all the ceremony
Warnings: Drinking a little, I guess? But nothing else except that Jacob and Queenie being unaware of the world around them; Leta and Theseus ot being able to hide their chuckles; and Dumbledore being a funny smartass. Takes place after Dumbledore's secrets and in Au where Leta doesn't die and she wasn't enganged with Thesesus
Requested: yes
Words: Around 1130
Author rambles: This is kind of inspired in a wedding I attended a couple of years ago and the situation fitted quite well with the request
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Bright smiles, sparky eyes and some tears of pure happiness, that was a quick and accurate way to describe most weddings. Jacob’s and Queenie’s was not an exception to this. A small and intimate ceremony on the bakery, only family and friends attending, perfect for the couple union. While the bride and the groom, now wife and husband, were looking at each other with love-dove eyes, you and the rest of the guests were enjoying the sight.
“She looks beautiful today, even more that normally” You whispered to Theseus who was by your side leaning in the desserts table.
“I still believe you were prettier in your wedding” He replied a small grin playing on his lips.
“You are a charmer with words, Theseus Scamander” Your hands slowly moved to take two glasses of champagne, handing one of them to your companion.
“Only because you deserve it, darling” He took a quick sip of the pinkish beverage, which had been Queenie’s idea.
You would have scolded him for his smarmy antics if it wasn’t for your nosy friends who had been half-listening to your talk. Yeah, a small bakery was definitely not the best place to hold a private conversation. It wasn’t long until Mr and Mrs Kowalski came to your way with a mixture of curiosity and surprise.
“y/n you never told us you had been married, honey” Queenie sweet voice echoed in your ears. The realization hit you, you had been caught.
“Actually, I still am” Thesus couldn’t help but chuckle at your words.
“And who is the lucky man?” Jacob managed to speak while taking a bite from the nuptial cake “Do we know him?”
Theseus cheeks were starting to tint in a similar tone to his hair. You wondered how an auror like him, who has supposed to be calm and stern in every situation, couldn’t stop that grin from spreading on his face right now. Luckily for the two of you, Leta Lestrange, your best friend since your Hogwarts years (your guardian angel as you should call her from now on), appeared on the scene.
“What is the fuss for?” she joined the group and thanks to her endearing smile and her ability to put the focus on herself in every situation, you could enjoy a few seconds to think what would you say next. You were so relived thanks to her entry that you didn’t even get annoyed when she playfully stole your glass of champagne.
“y/n has just told us that she is married” The bride explained enthusiastically.
“Ohh…” Great, the last thing you needed right now was another person who couldn’t keep a secret to save her life. Surprisingly, she decided to play along. After all a little fun never hurt anyone “Of course she is, I was the bridesmaid”
“Leta…” You tried to interrupt her in order to finally reveal the truth.
“Wonderful!” Queenie clapped “So you can tell us more about that mysterious husband of hers”
“Yeah y/n, you never told us anything about him” Theseus took a sip of his drink and still he couldn’t hide his smirk.
Oh, he made a big mistake… Never play games with a girl who can play them better, Scamander. You should remind him that later.
“Well, he is the perfect gentleman. Sweet, chivalrous, caring…” You dreamingly looked at the celling “But also a little bossy, stubborn, touchy too. And he always overworks himself with his job to the point its annoying” Your audience was expectant to hear more about it. Theseus tried his best not to look slightly offended while Leta patted his back.
“But you love him, don’t you?” The older Scamander brother asked, his eyes shinning hopefully. One of the many things that made you fall for him since the first day.
“With every piece of my heart” Your gaze was locked in his.
That intimate moment which had somehow grown in a room full of people faded a wide the instance the door’s bell rang, announcing Tina’s and Newt’s arrival in the bakery. God knew what they had been talking about while the rest of you were enjoying the desserts.
“Guys, you will never guess what happened” Jacob said as soon as they came to his sight.
“Y/n is married!” Queenie announced as the sweet gossiper she was.
The young magizoologist’s eyes travelled back and forwards from yours and his brother’s face, clearly confused. The elder Goldstein sister just looked unaware, waiting for an explanation.
“Of course, she is” Newt finally broke the silence “I was the best man”
“You too?” Jacob said surprised “Are we the last ones to discover this?”
“I didn’t know until today either, Mr Kowalski. Although I have been having my suspicions since you two were students. You have never been good at hiding your feelings, Miss l/n”
Dumbledore laughed from the other side of the room where he was leaning on the wall absent-mindedly eating his piece of cake. A privileged position which he took advantage of to listen to the whole discussion.
“Or should I say Mrs Scamander now? Congrats anyway, thanks to your marriage Professor McGonagall owes me ten galleons now” Gasps of shock echoed between the bakery’s walls.
Your husband made himself comfortable, his hands now proudly around your waist in a gentle grip.
“Thanks Professor” he replied.
“When did you make it official if I can ask?”
“Just after he returned from the war. We wanted to keep it simple, Newt and Leta were the only guests” You softly squeezed your husbands hand.
“And when were you planning to tell us?”
“Jacob, sweetie, focus on what is important” His wife corrected him “Why didn’t you tell us?”
You two shrugged the question off. Being honest, you had never truly hidden your union, not intentionally at least. Theseus did not wear his ring on his finger, but in a necklace around his neck. Too afraid that he would lose it in a mission due to his work as an auror; so you decided to do the same. He didn’t keep the gesture of love low-key either. Always calling you pet names or protectively staying by your side. But it was true he did the same for Leta and his brother, and that kisses were always reserved for closed doors for unknown reasons. With those reasons, it was understandable that your friends hadn’t realized sooner you were in fact married. They just took you for an old friend duo. How wrong they were, but as no correction had been said before by either of you they were still ignorant of the fact.
As they say: “Actions speak louder than words” and that was exactly what your husband did. Arms tangled around your hip and lips that were leaning for a kiss which ended up in a resounding applause. In the next years you would receive endless teasing for it, but enjoying the moment you couldn’t care any less about it.
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They Meet You And Your Powers
Preference
Characters: Merlin, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Theseus Scamander
Warnings:
Request: “My magic boys! Please, Merlin, Ron, Harry and Theseus reacting to meeting a girl with "Wanda's powers" and falling in love with her!” Anon
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Merlin
She held the glass bottle full of the healing brew. It had taken days to collect all the herbs and stew the petals to create the antidote. It was going to be the saving grace for the infectious disease plaguing the town.
Merlin was sitting on the staircase to his bedroom, watching (Y/N) as she bustled about preparing the precious brew.
“Do you think it’s going to work?” he asked.
“It better,” she replied, “Gaius is no fool.”
“Which is why he asked you to make the brew instead of me.”
(Y/N) laughed aloud and knocked into a table, the bottle of medicine flying from her hands. As it fell in slow motion, she considered for a second whether to use her magic to save the bottle. But that would reveal herself to Merlin and risk her chances of all of Camelot knowing.
But in that instant a pillow came levitating off Gaius’ cot and cushioned the fall of the bottle.
(Y/N) looked up, astonished to see Merlin with an outstretched hand and golden eyes.
“Merlin, you have magic!”
“Yes,” he said quickly, “I can explain.”
She had her hands over her mouth, “I don’t believe it.”
“It was something I was born with,” he said, a clear panic in his voice, “Nothing evil about it.”
She laughed, “I’m not going to turn you in, Merlin.”
He stared at her, his look of fear turning into one of confusion. “I never picked you to be a supporter of magic, (Y/N).”
“You can’t help what you’re born with,” she shrugged, feeling her own power grow in her fingertips. “You’re not the only one.”
Merlin paused, “What do you mean?”
(Y/N) smiled, her eyes beginning to glow scarlet as ribbons of red mist flew from her fingers. It wrapped around the glass bottle and floated it to her hands.
It was incredible the shift of emotion on Merlin’s face. “(Y/N)!” he cried, “You have magic!?”
“I guess Gaius prefers apprentices with powers.”
They shared a laugh, Merlin shaking his head in wonder. His voice became soft and fond as he said, “You’re incredible, (Y/N).”
Ron
She walked down the halls of Hogwarts with hunched shoulders, trying to keep herself as small as possible. Being an extraordinary student came with an upheaval of consequences.
Students saw her magical abilities as an unfair advantage and full of the potential to be evil. Professors revered her and often requested demonstrations of her talents.
Regardless, (Y/N) sought the solitude of her common room more often than not. There were few that regarded her as a friend and not as a magical abnormality, meaning she avoided social interactions as much as possible.
Another instance was now as a group of Ravenclaws passed her in the hall.
“Oh, look out,” they said, “Here comes the freak.”
She ignored their snickers, escaping down the next corridor, only to be stopped by a flying menace.
“Ah, the wee red witch is upset,” came the grading voice of Peeves the poltergeist. “People should run for their lives!”
“Shut it, Peeves,” a new voice appeared, “Go destroy the trophy room and leave her alone.”
(Y/N) turned around to see Ron Weasley defending her. He was one of those fair few that treated her more kindly than the others.
Peeves blew some raspberries in their direction, floating off to cause more mayhem.
“You alright?” he asked, approaching her.
She sighed, “I’m fine.”
“I bet you could’ve sent him off with that magic of yours,” he said, smiling.
“You think,” she said, a surge of power descending her arms and to her hands. It was involuntary how red mist began to spark between her fingers. “You’re not intimated by it?”
Ron looked at her in awe, “That’s the appeal.” He watched as the red tendrils of magic grew and danced in the air, “I think your magic is amazing.”
She grinned at him, that was until the sound of blowing raspberries returned above them.
“The red witch is at it again!” yelled Peeves, “Harming students, she is!”
(Y/N) grumbled, flicking her wrist and sending ribbons of magic towards the poltergeist. His hands and mouth were immediately bound in red. Another crack of her fingers and the ghost was sent flying through the wall.
Ron laughed aloud, “That was incredible,” he stared at her with clear astonishment. So much so that (Y/N) started to believe she really was something special.
“Thanks,” she said quietly, sending a few threads of magic to play with his robes and hair.
He continued to laugh, “I love you!”
He said it so causally and she knew it was because of the way she took down Peeves, but despite that…
… his words made her blush.
Harry
The library was overly quiet that evening, books lazily floating to their respective shelves. The lamps were beginning to dim, and (Y/N) was peering over into the next cubicle, packing her schoolbag.
Harry Potter was slumped over the table surface, head bent at an uncomfortable angle. He was fast asleep, his glasses digging into his nose.
He was twitching in his sleep, his face beginning to contort as if he were in pain.
He was dreaming, she thought, perhaps having a nightmare. She slung her schoolbag across her shoulder, finding herself drawn to him.
Making sure no one was watching, (Y/N) let tendrils of her magic empower her arms. Her eyes began to glow, and ribbons of red came from her fingers, searching for the open mind of her classmate.
He was starting to mumble, sweat dotting his temples as the red magic went for his dream.
She tried not to watch, keeping his thoughts private as she envisioned a peaceful scene for him to wake up to:
Sun on the Black Lake. A warm breeze across the cheek. Back resting against a mighty tree. Green grass tickling toes. Laughter filling ears. Friends gathered for a summer day outside, free from homework and exams.
(Y/N) knew of his friends and made sure they were there to calmly pull him from the previous nightmare.
His face was now serene as he awoke. He sat up, hands going for the crick in his neck. He caught the last remnants of the red glow in her eyes.
“Hello,” she said awkwardly, “You were mumbling in your sleep.”
Harry shook his head, as if to expel the fleeting tendrils of her magic. “Was that you?”
(Y/N) looked down sheepishly, “I know nightmares aren’t fun.”
He knew of (Y/N) and her extraordinary magic but normally she kept to herself. “How did you do that?”
“Change your dream?” she asked, wringing her hands around her schoolbag strap. “I can change realities and give visions to others. I just put a different picture in your head to cover up the nightmare.”
Harry seemed torn as he considered her, his fingers fidgeting with his own bag. It was long enough that (Y/N) started to back away, embarrassed by what she did.
“I’ll see you around, Harry.”
“Thank you,” he choked out. She turned around as he continued, “That was the first time, in a long time, where I woke up from a good dream.”
She smiled, “You’re welcome – anytime.”
“I might take you up on that,” he said more warmly.
Theseus
“What are you doing here?” she asked, resting against the countertop in the lounge room.
Theseus Scamander, head auror for the offices, was looking at her with an interrogative stare. “I’ve heard a few things floating around.”
“Such as?” she asked, stirring her coffee.
He smirked, “That you have some pretty extraordinary abilities. Things that the wizarding world has never seen before.” He tugged on his vest, “I’m impressed that MACUSA was able to recruit you.”
“Why?” she asked, “Surprised that I’m not one of those villains you need to take down.”
“I’ve had my suspicions,” he said all smug. “Can you show me?”
She scoffed, “I’m not a dancing monkey.”
His smile had a bit of mischief and (Y/N) had the impression that he might’ve been flirting.
“Then I’ll duel you for it.”
She raised her brows, “You don’t want to take me on.”
“I like a challenge.”
“I can tell,” she said, enjoying the banter more than she should. “I could obliterate you.”
He nodded, “You’re not instilling confidence in how you’re not a villain.”
She felt a flicker of power surge to her fingers. The heat was building behind her eyes. This auror was really trying to rouse something out of her and she was embarrassed to say that it was working.
“Oh no,” Theseus said, spotting the light dusting of red appearing between her fingers. “Losing some control there, are you?”
“Are you always this infuriating?” she said lowly.
He kept smiling, “I’m a perfectly pleasant person.” His eyes widened as her power grew, “What are you able to do?”
She sighed deep in her chest, raising her hand and bending her fingers. Rivers of red floated around her palm, matching the color of her eyes.
“Telekinesis and manipulation.” Her coffee mug began to stir itself, red mist levitating the mug between them, “I can invade your mind,” she said darkly, “I could make you see things – believe things.”
Theseus swallowed hard, trying to watch her demonstration of power without much of a reaction. “Fascinating.”
Her blood was boiling, “Had enough? Could you leave me alone now?”
The smirk returned to his face, “If you’re interested in auror work…” he tossed a business card towards her and watched as her magic caught it in midair. “… give me a call.”
He winked at her, and (Y/N) knew it was just the beginning of their relationship. The flirtatious, overconfident wizard was going to be the death of her. But she might as well have some fun with it.
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Mrs. Scamander - Theseus x Reader
A/N: I think this just topped "I Do" as my favorite fic I've ever written. I took creative liberty with Theseus' mum, which I think added a bit of humor <3
Word Count: 1,556
Warnings: Fluff (?), overbearing mothers
"Does everyone know why we're gathered here today?" Mrs. Scamander asked, her ankles crossing over one another as she nursed a cup of tea in the palm of her hand, bringing it to her lips.
Theseus nodded, running a hand through his dark brown hair, "Because Newt-"
"No, not because of Newt. It's about you." She said with a sigh, watching as her oldest son's brows creased.
"What in the bloody hell have I done?" He asked, shock spread across his face.
"Watch your mouth, Theseus." She warned, "Theseus, it's come to my attention that since becoming Head Auror, something I'm very proud of you for, that you've been… lacking in other areas."
He groaned, "Mum, please…"
Newt stirred beside his brother, trying to keep Teddy from rumaging in between the couch cussions looking for spare change. Once he wrangled the niffler into the crook of his arm, awkwardly smiling up at his mother.
She cleared her throat, "Theseus, if you look around this room, you'll find that you're surrounded by the people who care about you most."
He surveyed the room and took in the cold hearted truth of it: He really only let three people close to him, and even then, "close" was an iffy term.
Before him, his mother sat in her quilted settee, a look of worry on her face as she looked her son up and down. There were bags under his eyes, his hair was disheveled, and his tie was loosened around his neck. Theseus had barely slept the night before, or any night this past month, really.
To his right, Newt sat holding Teddy, more preoccupied with wrangling the niffler than trying to help with his brother's intervension. And to his left, you were perched on the arm of the couch, the tea in your hands untouched. If it had been anyone else, he would have questioned why they were a part of a family matter. But you had practically grown up with he and Newt, so it went without questioning.
"Mum, it's a big responsibility. I'm tired, that's all." Theseus said, giving her a weak smile.
"Being "just tired" may work when you don't get a lot of sleep at night, but you're far beyond that point," Mrs. Scamander shook her head, "Is it true that you've been falling asleep in the office?"
His eyes widened, "How'd you find out about that one? Who told you?"
The room went silent, his mother sipped her tea, and all eyes fell on you.
"Y/N!" Theseus exclaimed, "It was one time!"
"One time this week, Thes. And it's only Monday. Last week it was eight. Trust me, I counted." You frowned, setting your teacup on the sidetable, "I only told her because I care about her. And I know you wouldn't listen to me if I told you to get some more rest."
He huffed, crossing her arms, refusing to look in her direction.
"Theseus, stop acting like a child. We all know it's true." His mother sighed, waving her wand to refill her tea.
"And I suppose Newt told you something, too? How I've been adding more and more sugar to my tea to keep myself awake?"
He regretted saying it as soon as the words left his mouth.
"You've what? Theseus, that's not at all good for your health and you know it!" Mrs. Scamander scolded, "No, Newt told me about the incident at Hogwarts. You were left in, for lack of better words, a prison… hanging upside down? Is that correct?"
"Newt got me out of there just fine, mum." Theseus grumbled, slumping back into the couch. He flinched when he felt something move behind his back, watching as you slid your hand out of the way. He had almost forgotten that you had been rubbing small circles in his back for the past fifteen minutes in an effort to be supportive.
"Watch your tone, Theseus." His mother warned, "Look, I know things have been difficult, especially this past few years. With your promotion, losing Leta, getting back on the right track with your brother… But it's time to make better decisions, starting with your lack of sleep."
Theseus shook his head, "Mum, I'm a grown man. I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions."
She raised a brow and he immediately appologized, accepting his defeat, "I'll get more sleep."
"Continue."
"I promise." He finished.
"Now that that's out of the way, it's about time you settled down!" Mrs. Scamander explained, "I'm not getting any younger, Theseus, I'm in desperate need of a grandchild! Why, just across the street, the Wollenstones are expecting not one, but two grandchildren this spring! Come on, Theseus!"
"Why are you only asking me for grandchildren? Newt's here, too!" Theseus argued, but one look at Newt and he remembered why he hadn't settled down yet.
Mrs. Scamander rolled her eyes, "Newt already has someone on his mind, Theseus. The point is, you don't."
"And how do you know that?"
"Because I know my son."
Her words stung, but they were true. Between trying to rein his brother in and catch up to Grindlewald, he hadn't had much time to think about settling down with someone.
"I think it's best if I go. I have a lot of wo- resting- I need to do." Theseus swallowed the bile that rose in his throat, rising from his spot on the sofa.
"Aren't you going to stay for dinner? I made your favorite for dessert. Treacle Tarts." She frowned, waving her hand through the air to mimic the shape of the tart.
But Theseus continued walking, calling out that "that's Newt's favorite" over his shoulder.
Mrs. Scamander was about to follow after him, but you held out a hand, "Let me go, see if I can diffuse the tension."
She nodded briskly and you scurried after him, trying to catch him before he left.
You turned a corner into the hallway and another into the narrow foyer, dozens of photos of the boys hung on the wall, sprinkled in with at least a half dozen of you.
When you caught up to him, he was struggling to get his coat off the hangar, too frustrated to even think.
You approached him slowly, trying not to startle him. Placing a hand gently on his shoulder, you reached for the hangar with your other, "Let me help you."
He didn't fight you on it, his tight grip on the hangar loosening so you could grab it, his whole palm red from grasping it too hard.
Slipping the coat off, you set put the hangar back in the closet before helping him slip into the navy blue coat. Once it was over his shoulders, he turned back to you, a gentle smile on his face, "You were always too good to me."
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug, and you grinned, "Always were a hugger, weren't you?"
Theseus stiffled a laugh, "Would you have it any other way?"
"No, I suppose I wouldn't."
You untangled yourself from him and he sighed, "I'll see you later, Y/N."
"Goodbye, Theseus." You smiled, and before he knew what he was doing, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
He then turned to walk out the door, not giving one thought about what he had just done. Then it hit him: he had kissed you. And, surprisingly, you had kissed him back.
Before the door could shut, Theseus turned and opened it back again. You stood in the exact spot you had been standing in when he had left, but your fingertips were now touching your face, a large smile spread across your lips.
Theseus couldn't help but smile back, taking long strides towards you as he tangled one hand in your hair, the other settling on your waist as he leaned in for another kiss.
Your hands found his shoulder and his chest as you fell into the embrace, lips moving against his.
Chances are, the two of you would have stayed like that for hours if it hadn't been for the clatter of a teacup on the floor.
Your heads whipped around to see Mrs. Scamander standing in the middle of the foyer, her eyes wide, tea seeping through the marble floors. She began jumping up and down, "Good Godric, it happened! Newt, it happened!"
Within seconds, she was bursting through the front door, bounding across the street to the Wollenstones, "Agatha, you won't believe it, I'm going to be a grandmother! Agatha!"
You and Theseus couldn't help but laugh, and you leaned your head into his chest, watching as his mother told the whole street about what she had witnessed, "I can't say I'm surprised."
"That my mother is sharing our moment with the whole neighborhood? Me neither."
"That's Mrs. Scamander for you." You giggled, your hand entwined with his.
"Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Mrs. Scamander." Theseus teased.
"Watch it, Theseus." You responded, raising a brow, "But for the record, I prefer gold bands over silver."
Back in the tea room, you could hear Newt call out, "That's what Teddy prefers, too, so I'd be careful if I were you!"
The two of you laughed, releasing the breath you had been holding for far too long.
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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
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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.
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Hey can I request a Theseus x reader a fluff one in the scene where he’s holding the Qilin?
Little Guy
(Theseus Scamander x reader)
Word Count: 818
A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy this, it was really fun to write. :)
Spoilers for Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore under the cut!
Grindelwald was gone, at least, for the time being. Dumbledore, Newt, and the group had scared him off and you felt safe for the first time in forever. You had joined in the fight against Grindelwald early, since you were a good friend of Tina. Ever since that day, you had lived in fear of being kidnapped, hurt, killed, or a combination of the latter.
One good thing that came out of your association with Newt and his group of heroes was that you met Theseus, your wonderful boyfriend. You had gotten together after Leta died. For the first couple of months you felt like only a shoulder to cry on, but over time, your relationship had grown into so much more.
It was peaceful now on top of the hill. The mountains of Bhutan extended for miles and, when mixed with the endless clouds, it provided a serene backdrop for the events of the day.
“Newt?” you heard Theseus ask his brother, who was now talking to Dumbledore, “May I take him?”
You turned around to find your boyfriend, Theseus, with his back turned to you. He was wrestling with something in his arms. Whatever it was, he seemed to have it under control. Seeing this, you returned to your conversation with Bunty.
“As I was saying, I always knew Newt would rid the world of Grindelwald. I’m just happy I could help,” Bunty smiled, looking over to the shorter of the two Scamander brothers. It was painfully obvious how much she loved Newt- too bad he would likely never notice.
“You did much more than help,” you told her, “You’re the reason we were able to stop him! You brought the Qilin to him.”
Bunty nodded, then spied something over your shoulder.
“Speak of the devil,” she said. You turned around. Theseus was approaching, the small Qilin baby snuggled tight against his chest. Bunty went towards them first. She cooed at it like it was a newborn baby while patting its head and scratching its stomach. Theseus laughed at her amusement.
“Would you like to pet it, Y/N?” he asked, walking towards you. Bunty excused herself from the conversation and walked over to Newt and Dumbledore.
“Of course!” you exclaimed, immediately reaching out to pet the Qilin. The animal nuzzled up against your arm when you reached behind its neck. It was warm and loving, exactly like a puppy. Well, exactly like a puppy, minus the fluffiness and arguably better looks.
“The little guy likes you,” Theseus chuckled as the Qilin licked the back of your hand.
“It’s adorable,” you said. The small animal was slowly starting to fall asleep. Its head rested on Theseus’s arm.
“Too bad we can’t keep him.”
“Who’s to say we can’t?” you asked. You had always wanted a big pet of some sort, but Theseus never relented. He didn’t want an animal roaming around your apartment. That being said, with Theseus happy about the successful effort in stopping Grindelwald, now was the perfect opportunity to convince him.
“Well, Dumbledore and Newt probably want to keep it. You know, so it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.”
“Sure, but Grindelwald isn’t going to be a problem for a while,” you quickly looked for something wood to knock on so as to not jinx it, “in the meantime, I think we could give it a good home.”
Theseus raised an eyebrow and smiled, “You know I don’t want a pet.”
“But, as you said, it won’t be ours! Dumbledore and Newt will technically own it, but it’ll stay with us in the meantime,” you pleaded, “And, besides, I don’t think a Qilin counts as a ‘pet,’ so your argument doesn’t work.”
“He does seem to like me..” Theseus mumbled. He grabbed the Qilin and held it upwards, so they looked into the animal’s eyes. After a moment, he hugged the Qilin and it returned to its comfy spot in his arms.
“I suppose we can keep him.”
A wide grin became plastered on your face. You reached your hand around to the back of Theseus’s head and pulled him gently into a kiss. It was soft, perfect: all of the tensions of the day were finally washed away. Of course someone had to interrupt it.
“Hey, you two lovebirds,” Jacob shouted, drawing your attention away from Theseus and towards the rest of the group. They had collected their things and looked antsy to leave, “Dumbledore’s ready to head out. I know you guys can, like, teleport home on your own but.. just wanted to let you know.”
Theseus thanked him and slipped the Qilin into your arms. It found a nice spot in the crook of your arm to rest its head and fell asleep.
“Thank you, Jacob. I’ll be right back, dear,” Theseus said. He and Jacob began walking back towards the others.
“Dumbledore, Newt! I have something to ask of you!”
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Theseus Scamander x reader
This is my first ever fic! Hope you enjoy! Making this a series🪄💗
✨Love is magical✨
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6| Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9| Part 10| Part 11|
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.
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Wild & Wicked - Theseus Scamander
No reposting . Reblog if you like
A/N : I am so nervous to write this but oh god. I CAN'T SLEEP WITHOUT WRITING THIS SHIT SO IF IT'S NOT GOOD PLS SKIP LOL. 😭 hope ya'll enjoy it
Summary : You knew what you were putting yourself into. Joining Grindelwald wasn't one of the smartest choices you ever made. But again, you didn't care much about the consequences of your actions. But when you saved a certain Auror from a killing curse your own side set off, you never knew it would change your life forever.
Warning : possible spoilers, mentions about death, fighting, swearing, typos and grammar error, I probably missed some things but I'll try to add them later-
Genre: enemies to lovers
Paring : Theseus Scamander x fm!reader
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You were under attack.
When the wall behind you was blown up, you were thrown off your chair and your head hit against the stone floor with such a brute force that your vision was turned into a disoriented array of black and white spots.
"Shit,” you said under your breath, quickly coming back to your senses as you looked around. You swiftly pulled your wand from your coat pocket.
The Castle had been blown to pieces, chairs scattered the floors, most of Grindelwald's men were strewn across the floor unconscious, and the dust was so heavy in the air that it was hard to breathe without coughing. For a moment you looked around trying to get your head back on straight as you looked around and saw the commotion around you. Some of the Grindelwald's men were disapparating and most of them being captured. There were only few of you fighting.
You peeked out from your spot for a one, a red flash of light nearly hitting you the moment you stuck your head out to get a view of the scene. "GET THEM!" Someone shouted as you dodged the spell. You could some of your people knocking out Aurors. Dark spells flying everywhere. The green flashes were bright in front of you and you knew that your people were killing.
Suddenly, clouds of sinister black smoke dipped in and out of the crumbling building as Grindelwald's followers apparated into view and immediately began casting spell after spell, aiming right for the Aurors.
No killing, just stun them enough to get out of here.
You were in your element as you walked into the battle, sending powerful magic rippling through the air, hitting the Aurors square in their chests with each forceful blow. You fought and fought, you could feel your magic straining from fighting for so long and then suddenly you were thrown into a brick wall, a groan escaping your mouth. You looked up to see your attacker. He was standing tall in the middle of the tomb, his wand still raised at you.
"You bastard," you muttered under your breath, you flicked your wand at him, sending a purple hex hurling at him as he deflected them with ease.
His voice was steady yet gentle when he first talked. "Give up already, there's no way for you to escape," he said as he flicked his wrist at a stunt spell you send at him, sending it back to you as you stoop up stepped out of your way. You frowned a him. He was right. You were outnumbered. Most of your teammates were being captured by Aurors.
So is that it? Askaban?
But it was at that moment when you heard a crack like a cannon erupting and turned just a moment before you saw a thousand sparks of red erupting towards you from another Auror’s wand. The force of the impact knocked you off your feet and you fell backward onto the stone-paved ground. Your head collided with the cobblestoned floor, a shard of broken glass from a latterly shattered window catching on your lip as you skid across the floor, tearing your skin open and filling your mouth with the metallic taste of your own pain. Anger coursed through you as you scrambled to get up when you were lifted up by a strong grip on your arm.
It took you a few seconds to realise what was happening. He was standing too close to you, his blue eyes were pretty, you noticed, too pretty. The Auror was handsome, there's no denying that. You were a girl after all.
You stared at him which felt like forever when you felt the cold metal of cuffs closing around on each of your wrists with a soft click, restraining you from using your magic. You were too late when your head snapped towards your wrists. You looked at him with disbelief written all over your face while he was grinning at you smugly. Maybe that's why he couldn't see the deadly green curse flying at him from his side.
The next few seconds were a blur in your mind as your grabbed the man infront you by the shoulders and pushed him out of the way, saving the two of you from the deadly curse with not a moment to spare and sending both of you crashing onto the ground. A moment before your head collided with the rough floor you locked the eyes with the attacker, he was glaring daggers at you. You knew what you had done, but betrayal didn't even feel like a betrayal. In fact it felt like relief. and happy? You didn’t know why you had stepped in, but in the moment, it felt as though it wasn’t even a choice.
You were starting to feel the strain of the fighting take a toll on you and your head was ringing from her earlier fall. You let out a pained groan before your vision went spotty and then it was just the darkness that engulfed you.
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WHATEVER YOUR HEAD RESTED ON FELT FIRM, BUT ODDLY comfortable. You snuggled closer, feeling safe and warm—wait what-
Your eyes flew open.
You jerked back from handsome son of biscuit's shoulder so fast you cracked you head against the wall behind you. “Fuck!”
Theseus couldn't help but be amused at your clumsiness. It was like your head never gave you a break, always colliding with something. But that didn't stop him from being concerned about you as you looked around the room.
"Are you okay?" He asked with his brows high.
You ignored the concern in his voice and glared at him. You had no idea how long you’ve been out of it, not to mention your head hurt like a bitch.
"Who the hell are you?" was the first thing that came out of your mouth. You would've think you were in Azkaban but you don't think they have a messy yet cozy bedrooms like this.
He answered looking at you with expression which you couldn't quite put in place," Theseus, Theseus Scamander."
You've got to be shitting me
The freaking HEAD AUROR?
Right. That would explain the metal cuffs that were resting o your wrists, still. You huffed and turned around while taking in your surroundings trying to avoid his eyes as much as possible. And anyways what the hell was this place? moreover why would he bring me here.
"How's your head?" Theseus asked, trying to get your attention back at him which he perfectly managed to do.
"It's fine," no it's not. You could still feel the metallic taste on your mouth and your head-well it felt like a hungover. Apparently Theseus could see that too. He scoffed.
You looked down at your wrists and clenched your jaw. You tried to break them, channeling all of your magic into it but it was useless.
"Don't try, you can't get them out," Theseus said standing up staring at her blankly, even though you could see the twinkling behind them.
You scowled at him as you stoop up, the floorboard creaking under your legs. Theseus walked over, his figure casting a shadow over you as he silently pointed his wand at your face and fixed your busted lip. You lifted your fingers to the now healed spot before grumbling, “I could have done that.”
"A simple 'thank you' is sufficient," He said rolling his eyes as he turned away and walked towards the door.
"Why did you bring me here?" You asked as you followed him to the hallway. The place were colored in a dull yellow color, you could see shirts and socks thrown everywhere. It was a mess, honestly even messier than your room.
"Why did you save me?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Why didn't you let that curse hit me?" He repeated now slowly turning to look at you.
You thought about it. Honestly you didn't know why, it was just instinctual and you worried about why you had been so quick to jump to his defense. Sure you were on the bad side, or they say it is, but it never meant you wanted to kill.
But you didn't want him to know about it, so you just shrugged it off. He rolled his eyes again and started walking towards the door. He stopped right before it and turned to you and crossed his arms over his chest.
You raised your brow questioningly at him.
"Your hands. Do you want them free or not?" He asked in a taunting tone leaning across the door as he stared at you.
"Oh" was the only thing you could get out of your mouth as your stretched your arms toward him as he freed you out of the cuffs in a one swift motion. You muttered a small 'thanks' to him as he opened the door to bustling streets filled with muggles. You looked up at Theseus, who was now looking at you. This man is an Auror, and you are one of the closest follower of Grindelwald-well not now. How the fuck did you managed to end up at his home-or apartment whatever it is.
His eyes traveled towards your face and then back to your eyes, like he was searching for something, "Nobody has to know about this. Do you understand?" He finally spoke.
You scoffed. What did he think you were going to do? You were pretty sure you have being labeled as a traitor by now. Which mean you're probably on the hate list of Grindewald. You could almost imagine the unpleasant future you're going to have. Thinking about it almost brought your headache back.
"Sure thing," You replied nonchalantly, and with that, you showed past Theseus and set down to the busy street of god knows where.
In the wrong direction, of course.
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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
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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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the art of lies | t.s. (fantastic beasts) - chapter two
Chapter Summary: real partnerships need faux relationships.
Pairings: Theseus Scamander x Fem!Reader
genre: romance, mature audience intended
warnings: mature themes, implied sexual content, sexworker protagonist, pleasure house (brothel), smoking
the art of lies masterlist
YOU CAN TELL A LOT ABOUT A PERSON by the way of their touch.
Is it comforting? Like a mother who eases their child about the bruise on their knees.
Is it skilled? Like the pianist who is adept at playing the key to a composition.
Is it warm? Like the embrace of a friend whom you have not seen in years.
Is it tender? Like the palm of the lover carefully caressing your cheek.
Or is it dominating? Like the hands holding your neck, making you gasp for air while you could only comply.
Every breath you take, clawing at the hands that tighten with every passing minute. Strangling you until all you see are the ceilings painted like the night sky, it would be your deepest desire to be held so gently, not like this. Not like this. Your lungs burning with every passing second, reaching for anything, a small gasp of wind would be enough to suffice. The only thing that registered in your mind was how hard your heart was beating out of your chest. One more tightened grip and it would be your last breath, your feet wriggled right under his grasp, tears welling out of yours. You didn’t even know you could cry.
You didn’t want it to end like this, to be seen unsightly. To lie cold on the white sheets, eyes with a blank glassy stare and tear stains on your cheeks. The tell-tale sign that you were once alive is gone with your last breath. You didn’t want it to end like this… You were a fighter— you were fighting for a semblance of a home, the warmth, and the pure love.
With a gasp, you tapped on the arms that held your neck, trying to push off the undesired touch. You grabbed them harshly, as if your life depended on it, and pushed them off your frame. You sat still and coughed, the air you desperately wished went back to your senses slowly. You were alive. You are alive, Feeling the pulse of your veins right beneath your bruised neck.
The man on the sofa whispered but words fell on deaf ears, he muttered something, and all you could do was hum. Unlike earlier, the rough hands by your neck weren’t like the soft kisses he left on your shoulder, leaving the feeling of ice on your skin.
“I said tell me the truth. Did I hurt you?” He asked, warm breath tickling your skin. Looking right at your shoulder his arms circled your waist as he inhaled your scent.
“You didn’t.” Intense eyes looked right back at you. His once-slicked-back hair was ruffled lying flat on his forehead, he looked at you. Scoping your reaction once more but nodded, nonetheless.
Lies. Lies. Lies. It comes naturally to you, like breathing.
And only one person had caught on to your lies. You take pride in having a knack for the art of deceptiveness, yet when Theseus Scamander looked at you, he knew that you had recognized Charles Moore. Mr. Scamander was far too perceptive and smart for his good, his nobleness would only lead to trouble.
The truth is it wasn’t even in the Amour Délicat that you had first met the missing assistant delegate, his thoughts were loud and clear, unbearable with the thought of your beauty.
‘She’s beautiful.’ The words you have seen a thousand times.
And for the second time, Charles Moore presented himself in front of you, right in front of a jewelry shop, he held a flashy ring that glittered in the sun. You tried to look at your surroundings, to look for the people that accompanied courtesans every time you had to go out for help. But you couldn’t feel or see them, strange.
“Run away with me. I’ll make you the happiest woman on earth.” Charles Moore proposed, kneeling on one knee as a crowd of onlookers looked at the spectacle expecting you to say yes.
“I do not even know you; you must have had the wrong person.” You said as you turned around to walk another block, trying to get away from his hands as he tried to reach you.
“You don’t understand, I am in love with you! You are the woman of my dreams. Why are you running away from me? I am your true love!” Your heart hammered in your chest; you couldn’t risk losing your job by creating a scene in front of the crowd. Madame Blanche kept you her secret, a weapon to investigate secrets and he is risking it by following you.
When you have reached the dark alleys of Paris, streets that looked at you in hunger, you were sent back to a dark time where you had no roof over your head. You have seen life and decay in these very streets. It felt like you were back from where your stomach growled in hunger as you stared at the windows of a bakery begging for a piece of bread. You felt your lungs tightening in your chest like an incarcerous spell had taken hold of your chest, squeezing it until panic littered your veins. Your eyes darted at the crowd, looking for the protection that you desperately craved. Suddenly, multiple people stood in front of you, dressed in shabby clothing. They had followed you, looking at you with disdain asking if you were acquainted with the man earlier, you shook your head no as tears threatened to spill in your eyes, only for them to grab your arms harshly. Every spell of protection flew over your head as your heart still hammered in your chest, stunning stem into their place you ran. The soles of your feet were sore and when you were back to the familiar streets of the red-light district, back to Amour Délicat, you could finally breathe. You stood there for what felt like a lifetime, only to hear the panicked breaths of people who were supposed to protect you.
That is the memory you had shown Theseus, who is now sitting on the sofa with his head propped up on a soft pillow looking at the ceilings while dissecting every memory of the encounter, For someone to force their memory on you it would hurt for the first time. You muttered a healing spell to ease his pain, while he lay on the soft velvet seats, collecting his thoughts.
“I would say that you are quite indeed a great liar, but the first time you looked at me I knew you were lying.” He said with a cheeky grin. Proud that he had seen through your facade of lies. His eyes remained closed, and you frowned.
“What gave it away?”
“Your eyes. My mother said you can see a lot of a person through their eyes, that’s why Hippogriffs only respect you if you look right into their eyes. And you didn’t with me, you covered yours with a smile.” Opening his eyes, he looked right back at you. “And that is your flaw, you’re too good of a liar that lies upon lies is the tell-tale that you are hiding something.”
What a funny thing, you failed to be the greatest deceiver. Now you were only obligated to an oath of truth to Theseus Scamander. You were a mere pawn in this game, all your life you were, and to be presented with a ticket out, you became a feral dog ready to taste the sense of freedom. Your truth is hard to come by because all you knew were lies. And the way he had you right wrapped around his fingers was a sure new record of low for you, what a pity you were. Madame Blanche would sure be ashamed. You and your rotten judgment would lead to your demise; you were certain.
Yet, he vowed for your safety. All that needs to be done is you get information as you’ve always done before. Gather secrets and tell him what he wants, that would be easy. The only obstacle was how you would communicate discreetly, all he needed to do was be within your vicinity for you to use legilimens to him. But, how, he couldn’t simply use his account to buy your time, he significantly declined that idea. His righteous beliefs prevented him from using you for that kind of service, ‘We are working together, you don’t need to think about ways to please me. Your help is fine.’ he says.
Madame Blanche would become too curious, too prying as to why the British auror had come to take you, therefore you settled on an agreement, every time you had to go out, he would trail by the shadows until both of you were all alone he would get the information he wanted.
You would ease into Mr. Scamander’s mind gently, give him the truth that he wanted.
The man that lay on your sofa slowly unwrapped his arms around your waist. It was becoming a common occurrence for you to be lost in thought. Being deep into your head, made you make plans for the imminent future, like what would you or where would you go questions have circled your mind. Daydreaming has now been a habit that distracts you and makes you hope, and having hope is a dangerous thing.
You even forgot it was not Mr. Scamander in the room with you but a regular patron of yours, whose name you were forced to remember since he was a high-paying clientele. Pierre Baudelaire, the next-inline as the Duke of Baudelaire, a part of the royalty of pure-blooded families. And you were nothing but his mistress.
If you squint your eye, you would’ve thought it was the figure of a certain auror, something your mind didn’t expect it to play. Buttoning his suit with ease, Baudelaire acquires an extravagant box in his coat pocket. He kneeled right in front of you and grabbed your hand in his.
“What is this?”
“A gift.”
“I don’t think I can accept—”
“Take it.”
Your hands fiddled with the box unwillingly, his palms pressed to it tightly, not giving you the choice to reject his offer. Nonetheless, you smiled at him not before you grabbed your robe and walked with him as he went to say his goodbyes.
With one last look, he turned around to step in front of you. His deep green eyes stared at you unblinking not before holding your neck, lightly this time. With his thumb, he tilted your head up at him not before giving you a kiss. Closing your eyes and the hold on your neck slowly tightened. The feel of your pulse right beneath his skin, you willed your heart to remain calm, afraid that the repeat earlier would happen again.
The touch of authority is evident in the way he holds your neck, making you want to submit to his desires that are still not satisfied. Back then you would’ve let them, it was your job after all. You would’ve been your ruin, a tool of satisfaction but now you feared. You fantasize about life outside these very caging walls. Back then, you would’ve been fine if your last dying breath was in between the sheets, and the taste of freedom far from your mind. But now it is different.
When the lift doors closed behind him and your clientele for the day had gone, you gave a tired sigh and rested your back among the door frames. Your hand touched your neck feeling the faint bruise slowly starting to burn, by the time you would have looked in the mirror you were sure that it would’ve been dark red. Going back inside the room, other elves started appearing and cleaning the room from the ground up. And at the corner of your eye, Bernadette gave you a comforting smile. A cup of tea in her hand
“I hope I didn’t take long. Bernadette.” Grabbing the warm cup of tea in hand, the crushed leaves provided you with the comfort that you needed. You muttered a ‘thank you’ not before hearing the creaking wall opening behind you. You followed her as both of you walked towards the hidden door in the room, the bricked walled lead you downstairs to the common rooms and large dining hall for every courtesan. Loud chatter and boisterous laughter could be heard echoing on your way down.
As soon as you opened the large lounge where every staff and courtesan lazed around; there they talked about rumors of their own, happenings on the street, and what the client of the day did. Passing by some who flaunted their lover’s gift as they giggled at the thought of love. Not before you get stares of your own; thoughts you could hear loud and clear about how you were the cause of Maeve’s disposal. Not even caring that their voices were loud whispers.
If Maeve didn’t run her tattle tale mouth, then would have still been working here, It was not your fault she grew jealous of your status as the right hand. She did it to herself, you were merely a vessel to her downfall. At first, that former courtesan acted like you were the best of friends, clinging to you to make her status higher but you knew not to make friends; you could hear and see the disdain in her thoughts as soon as she saw you. Thoughts about how undeserving you were, and that you were never special to begin with. And when she realized that you were unapproachable and someone who never let her secrets slip, she knew that you would never open up.
“Why did Maeve get to be punished, she should’ve been the one who left.” A comment that went past your ears. You paid no reaction and continued your way back to your room, all you needed to do was get out and talk to Theseus, passing him a piece of crucial information about how you were being trailed these last few days and how Maeve held no contact after being laid off by Madame Blanche. No letters to her friends in Amour Délicat, which is unlike her character at all. She liked to gossip and was often associated with the one who made the nasty comment about you, and to not get a peep out of the former courtesan was unlikely. Very unusual.
Passing down rooms until you reach the final door. Courtesans from Bouquet de Blanc had different sets of rooms. You were never placed to bed in the lower ground rooms, where one hall five people are being accommodated in their respective rooms, you stayed on the upper floors where a singular door resides. There were clothes designated for you to wear, to not lose their status, and you were only required to wear white, a sign of purity when the truth is you are embedded with sins.
Opening the door, what greeted you was a simple room. No knick-knacks, just all the necessities to be considered a bedroom. There were no high ceilings or chandeliers like the room upstairs that decorated this simple abode. The only splash of the decor was the potted Epiphyllum oxypetalum residing at the dresser, its buds still not formed. It was charmed to be water daily while you were occupied by other means, you never miss it when it blooms once a year. This plant was a gift from the Madame, every courtesan had a flower designated to be their own identity. A cruel reminder that this is who you are in the establishment of Madame Blanche. A flower in her bouquet of courtesans.
Bernadette who has been by your side all this time summoned the golden tub, and immediately you succumb to cleaning yourself hastily. You scrubbed hard while the water still flowed to a full; Bernadette rushed as well as she poured an essence of floral shampoo right into your hair. The house elf saw the forming bruise right at your neck and touched it gently.
“Again? Please be careful around men like that Miss.” You flinched when her cold hands touched the sensitive skin, she whispered a healing spell. You could only nod as you hurried to dress yourself, in simple clothes, something inconspicuous.
“Are you meeting the auror again?” Bernadette asked. Worry was written all over her face.
“I have to, this— this contract is an opportunity I could simply not pass. When the time comes, I’ll make sure that you’ll come with me to be free. And this is the only reason for that to happen, trust me. Please.” Kneeling right in front of the house elf, she caressed your cheek and wiped the worry off your face. Bernadette nodded and put a tight lip on her lips signifying her silence. The house elf that you have trusted your whole life, embraced you in a hug like a doting mother would.
The truth is Bernadette is your only friend, she is the only other person you ever trusted and cared for. When the world turned their eyes with disgust at you, it was empathy and a cup of warm tea that she offered. Bernadette took care of you as a loving mother would; not that you knew what it's like to feel a mother’s touch. It was she who gave you warmth, and sincerity. And even if you are not related by blood, the bond you have with each other is irreplaceable.
“What would you do if she asks?”
“I’ll think of something, don’t worry.”
“Stay safe.”
“I will.”
Walking towards the back doors, you stopped at the guard’s quarters to call upon Chen and Marc. The men who were assigned to watch your every move whenever you are needed outside. They did not only to keep you from harm but to prevent you from running away. Those were Madame Blanche’s orders.
“Are we too lazy to go outside boys?” You crossed your arms across your chest and looked at their round of poker game. Groaning, the two boys sat their cards down to fold. And just by hearing their thoughts out loud, they were dejected. Placing their cards down, they begrudgingly stood to follow you, calling out to their other mates about continuing the game later.
“Where are we going today, Miss? Another theater or a trip to see the Seine?” Chen enthusiastically asked.
Chen and Marc were great at their job, they knew to keep tabs on all behavior and what to report to Madame Blanche as soon as the trip was done. You had been doing this for years, and with experience, you knew how to throw them off your scent easily. All you need is a place wherein utmost surveillance would become useless when faced with difficulty; for that to happen you need an obstacle, an obstacle called the non-magiques. With the planned rendezvous in mind, you hummed not even trying to act overly giddy at the thought.
“We are going to the non-magiques golden district, the Champs-Élysées Avenue.” With a loud choking sound, followed by a slap on the back you walked towards the double doors. The feeling of air right on your skin made you elated.
“What for?”
“I need a look… a look on how to be the perfect bride.”
For the non-magiques it would take them 10-12 hours to travel to Champs-Élysées Avenue from the Amour Délicat, but apparition came easy to you and there are portkeys scattered in Paris. Besides, the farther you are in Amour Délicat the better. You didn’t need prying eyes or ears to watch your every move, and besides the non-magiques tourists spots were certainly a beauty to look at, that was just an additional benefit. Marc and Chen could only comply with your demands as you looked at every boutique with wonder in your eyes. They were on edge and yet they couldn’t do anything about it, afraid that the Bureau des Aurors would show up any minute. They were not accustomed to traveling outside the wizarding walls, they were wary that they would be captured and jailed if they ever slipped and showed magic towards the non-magical people. Pinballs of sweat dripped to their forehead as their wands remained at the inside of their pocket, eyes darting across one another as they tried to remain calm.
“Did you hear about ‘Handcuff' Houdini? I believe he is now in Wales touring! How I wish I could’ve seen his magic again; my papa said it was like sorcery!” You nudged the thought loud and clear to the young boys who bumped past your escorts. Messing around a little more, you whispered the fear of sorcery in their veins.
Another group of elegant young ladies passed by this time their thoughts were merely pure coincidence.
“I’m excited, I’ll finally be able to go to Magic City.” You stopped to tap them on their shoulder, the girl stared up at you in wonder. You looked regal with your white coat and scarf, even in the eyes of the non-magiques you were a beauty to look at.
“Did you say Magic City? I don’t believe that I’ve been there, care to tell me where it is?” You asked, voice loud and clear for the eavesdropping escort to hear. “Yes— yes the one by rue de l'Université. Their dance halls have the most extravagant balls and celebrations. I heard that it is the most magical place here in Paris. We hope to see you there!”
“Is that so? Thank you and I do hope to see you too. Have a wonderful day!” You turned around at their pale faces and gave them a small smile.
“Do you think that is a wizard-owned location?” Chen approached you but you could only hum in uncertainty, placing doubts onto their heads.
“I don’t know… I do think it is.” Turning around, you smiled as you heard one of your escorts gulp nervously, whispering amongst themselves about this new development and how they would tell Madame Blanche. If it is a new competitor, then it would be a threat to the Madame’s establishment
“Come on Chen and Marc, you have to hurry we do not have all day.” You hurriedly walked, passing through throngs of people, widening the gap as the men behind you were slowly losing you among the crowd. As soon as you walked two blocks away, you walked inside the corner shop street.
Ready to welcome yourself in, the floral ambiance greeted your senses, the name of the boutique long forgotten when you realized what kind of establishment it was. Countless white bridal dresses decorated its walls, and mannequins stood still wearing expensive-looking gowns. In another life, you would’ve rejoiced to be a bride, but now you despised the color white.
White. Felt restricting; it reminded you of the control, the emptiness, the loneliness, and the lies. White made you feel empty.
“Welcome to ‘Love Affairs’. How may I help you today?” The boutique assistant's voice spooked you and immediately helped you to snap out of it. She guided you to a sofa that held champagne and a catalog. It almost made you nauseous to see the closed catalog staring straight back at you, you thought that if you scanned through its pages, you would see yourself and the price under your name. You held everything in your will to force the bile from coming out of your mouth. This place felt sickly, it reminded you of Amour Délicat.
But you remember Theseus, curse him for choosing something like this. Something that is triggering every parcel in your body to just run away. He had provided you with this exact location, a place wherein you can do it discreetly. He could not afford to use the hotels the Aurors were staying at, that would cause too much curiosity in his superior. And the tavern had too many curious eyes and ears, this place was the first best thing. A place where no one would look for you and you could come up with an alibi easily, here you know that Marc and Chen could not follow you or it would raise suspicion.
Mr. Scamander… Mr. Scamander was here. Forcing yourself to remain in control you asked, “I was wondering if an English man has come in here? He was supp—” Her eyes widened in delight before you could even finish your sentence.
“Oh, you must be his bride! What a wonderful couple you two are. Come with me!” She urged you to stand up and she grabbed your hand, almost dragging you up the stairs where you can look at the catalog of dresses privately.
A lone stylist stood in the middle of the room, entertaining a man who was slouched down on the couch. His knees showing signs of nervousness.
“His fiance is here!” The girl called out and Theseus looked at you, he expected you to not even show up but when you did his fear was lifted. He stood immediately, engulfing you in a tight embrace as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Your hand hovered right behind his back, wary of your touch on his. You were afraid that if you became too close, he would flinch and push you away. All it took you was a second to decide before giving him an embrace of equal force, not too harsh that your bones would crush and not too soft that the wind could blow you away.
With his voice in your ear and his hand carefully drawing circles into your back, he whispered. “We need to talk, they almost thought you stood me up.”
It did interesting things to you, his whisper felt like feathers on your back making you arch closer to him and parted your lips. You felt yourself tremble to his voice, almost wanting more; you almost wanted to be greedy and see where this would lead. You push back to stare at him, but this is not the time or place for it, you have a job. And your job is to give him the information that he needs, not your services but secrets; he needed your secrets. And you two were not alone.
Your palm caresses his cheek softly; “Follow my lead.”
Dropping your hand back to your side, you turned to stare at the stylist, the white streaks on her told of her age. She gave you a genuine smile, and in her thoughts, you could see her admiration. Slowly his hand left your back to stay right in his pockets, the warmth leaving as he did.
‘Just like me and my husband.’ The lady's thoughts circled in your mind as her finger fiddled with her own ring.
You formally introduce yourself and shake the stylist’s hand, flattering your eyes. Like stepping in front of an opera house, you performed another lie of a lifetime.
“I had to apologize, I had to run an errand. It is hard to plan a wedding with only two people.” You gave them your made-up story, how quickly and easily it came to you.
Theseus would’ve thought it was true, but he knew your truth. Your contract was to only tell him the truth and to be seen on the other side of your white lies, he knew not to meddle with an expert at hand. You were far too quick on your feet to lie between your teeth, it came easy to you. He admired you for that, you would make a great auror.
“The way your husband came here was uncertain, we almost pushed him out of our boutique. He was a nervous wreck. Now that I know why he is like that, your case is something unheard of, we always thought that the groom would only see the bride’s dress at the wedding, not the planning. Yet, you do not need to worry about anything, we'll make sure that this is a wedding you’ll never forget.”
Theseus stepped to your left and closed your hand in his, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles, hiding the view of your ringless finger from the spectators in front of you. “We wanted it to be private, just the two of us against the world.” He declared, and the boutique’s assistant swooned at the thought of pure love.
“Ah, then why don’t you let us do the magic, all you must do is trust us and we will surprise you with the collection suited for someone like you. We will not leave you disappointed.” The stylist said as she closed the catalog and ushered the young assistant down the stairs.
With the given privacy, you immediately walked toward the round-stage podium and closed the curtains surrounding it, not before dragging Theseus inside. Charming a muting spell in the vicinity, you looked up at him with seriousness plastered on your face. Now you were back to business, putting down the facade of pretending to be husband and wife.
He fiddled with something in his inner breast pocket. “Take this.”
In his hand, a small dainty ring resides. It didn’t need the most expensive of gems to look beautiful as it glittered through the sun's rays. The golden band protected the one moonstone right in its middle, it looked beautiful and delicate.
Not even realizing that you were traversing his mind, you found a memory behind it. It was his mother’s ring. In his head, you saw him in front of the dining table along with his mother passing that very ring with a smile on her face, her small freckles dusted on her cheeks looking the same as her son. You can see her muttering the words ‘When the time comes, I know you’ll give it to the right person.” His mother placed the ring in his hand and closed it tightly. You can see him being apprehensive but with one last look, he thanked his mother and hugged her.
“This is your mother’s. Mr. Scamander— I–I don’t think I am the right person for this.” You muttered, eyes darting back to his eyes. The palm of his hand was left unoccupied with the ring as you didn’t even want to touch something so special to him, afraid that your ruination would cause its destruction. Your heart was pounding loudly, mind muddled with the unknown as the thoughts of all people within 50 meters became one. The voices all came at you at once as the white noise grew louder. You were breathing heavily, your hand slapped right into your ears to make the voices of the people stop.
His eyes grew worried, as he held your hand beside your head. Muttering. He was muttering something. You stared at his lips as you leaned closely.
“They’ll think you’re lying if you are not wearing the ring.”
“Oh... Yes of course.”
You expected he was giving it to you as an act of commitment, but his thoughts were loud and clear, you just didn’t expect the disappointment that followed. Placing the ring onto your right hand, not before he stopped to carefully hold your hand and place it on your left ring finger.
“Vena Amoris. Vein of Love. You wear it on your left, closer to your heart.” He whispered, realizing what your implication meant. Air thick with tension and uncertainty made you step back, giving distance and formality once more. This is a job, you don’t meddle with a personal relationship with it; you should know better than that.
Clearing your throat, eyes avoiding his stare as his mouth opened and closed, trying to pull the words right out of his mouth.
“Should we start? We can’t afford to lose time by dallying around.” As professional as ever, you procure your wand to show him the memory. Shaking his head, he nodded and stood straight closing his eyes, as he waited for you to push the memory into his mind.
In this memory, you gave him the exact faces of the people who are trailing you, the same people who asked if you were acquainted with Charles Moore. Even giving him the exact location where and when these people were trailing behind you. Two men, a feat larger and burlier than he is and one small with a mean look in his eyes.
For the second memory, you gave him the news about the unresponsiveness of the former courtesan Maeve. You gave him details about how she never answered letters from her friends and almost seemed like she disappeared from the face of the world when she was a person who is quite the opposite of that. You gave him details as to her last known location, giving him the harder part of the job.
When you were done, he was gasping for air, almost as if he was drowning. Theseus almost tripped on the curtains as they opened when he fell. You tried to catch him but he was halfway on the floor when you caught his arm. You dragged him back to the couch while he regained his senses. Transferring memories with the use of legilimency is not an easy art to master, with time you’ll learn to endure the pain better but, for his second time, Theseus was faring far better.
When the assistant downstairs heard the bustling noise of someone falling, she immediately came upstairs to see you hovering right above your supposed husband. Meanwhile, Theseus lay there almost as if he was asleep. The aftereffects of legilimency took a toll on him.
“Is he okay? What happened? Do you need anything?” The assistant asked.
“Just took a tumble, do not worry. May we please have a glass of water? I think my husband is too tired and nervous for all of this.” You politely said. The girl immediately nodded and headed down the stairs. When you heard the pattern of footsteps disappearing, you sighed.
“Mr. Scamander?”
“Mr. Scamander?!”
“Answer me.”
“Theseus.”
Your voice commanding is still laced with worry as he remains to catch his breath, his eyes still closed and his skin still pale. Theseus muttered a sentence, way too quiet for your ears to pick up on.
“What? Can you repeat it?” You asked leaning forward, as pinballs of sweat and the colors from his cheeks started to come back.
“I said you didn’t give me time to gather my thoughts. Yes, you would be the right person for someone… I’m not saying you aren’t. Someday a lucky bloke would be lucky to have you as their right person.” Giving you the cheeky smile once again, he opened one of his eyes to stare at your reaction.
Slapping him lightly on his arm, “This is not the time for this type of conversation.” You sighed nonetheless when he laughed. When he laughs, you have never heard a sweeter and warm sound. His laughter made you at ease. He was fine.
“Then when? Care to join me for a cup of fire whiskey later? I think we do deserve it, after all, you now called me Theseus, I assume that I am now your friend not just an ally.” He replied cheekily. Held tilted to one side, wiggling his eyebrows for you to agree.
“When this is done, we will drink fire whiskey and gigglewater until the next morning. And I’ll make sure that you are too drunk to remember anything. Happy?” You fixed yourself and stood straight arms folded across your chest, he nodded.
“And stop getting a reaction out of me, we are in the middle of a business here. And I can’t take it seriously to see you annoyingly smiling at me.”
“So, you’re implying that I make you distracted?”
“Yes, you are a large distraction, an annoying one. I can’t believe I made an unbreakable vow to a cheeky person like you.”
“You know you would make a great auror someday.”
“Ha! In your dreams.”
You didn’t realize that the stylist and her assistant walked up the stairs with refreshments and too many dresses on hand. The lady looked at the couple in front of her with a large smile plastered on her face.
“Come on my dear, we must make you the perfect bride.” She dragged you as you watched Theseus sit straight and drink the refreshment in his hand, still giddy at the thought of you breaking down the facade of seriousness when you rolled your eyes at him playfully and stuck your tongue out at him.
“Real mature.” You said to him when you knew that he wouldn’t understand a word you muttered but with the way you said it, he knew what you meant.
You didn’t expect it; the walls that were too high to climb, too tough to break down easily crumbled under a certain auror. The absence of difficulty and pretending came naturally, it came to you as easy as breathing. Whether it is because you're bound by truth or maybe it's just the way that he is, you are uncertain. All you know is that it felt nice not to withhold the true you.
After pretending and having fun wearing white bridal gowns, you would think you lead a normal life; the high life of having a sense of normalcy felt nice. Mr. Scamander—Theseus certainly made his company a pleasure to be with. It was hours of leisure and laughing as the cheap champagne of the non-magiques stayed on your lips; bickering among throngs of dresses as he tried to ‘fight’ a particular dress he seemed to like. The stylist and her assistant were accommodating and made sure that the two had fun, and a ‘day you won’t forget’, but they were none-the-wiser, this was all a faux relationship. Looking at bridal dresses is a certain once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, where you don't need to worry about who is behind your back and watching every move. Maybe soon, you could be like this. You would find the love of your life, experience the freedom other people have, and possibly love the way other people love. Oh, how beautiful and bright that future would be.
Walking back to the steps, back at Amour Délicat you almost feel like a schoolgirl having a crush. Your own escorts who spent their whole day almost looking for you were tired. And yet their worries were lifted when you pretended that you had been searching for them as well. And behind them Theseus has to tip-toe out of their line of sight, waving you a small goodbye and a large smile plastered on his face. It almost seemed like a secret love affair, and you giggled at the thought. As soon as you open the back doors, all you can see are the courtesans gathered around the fireplace peering at something. Gasps of amazement filled the air. Their shadows danced right by the fireplace, passing on to something with great curiosity.
“Isn’t this expensive?”
“Do you think our lovers could get that too?”
“Ah, I’m so jealous.”
You paid no mind to them, as you walked towards the halls to your room. At the end of the hallway, Bernadette is biting on her finger with worry.
“There you are!” Someone behind you exclaimed, Turning around they gleamed. “The beauty of the night is here.”
The courtesan immediately surrounded you, and right in front of you was the black velvet box. And inside was a necklace with far too many pearls for you to count, and those weren’t just normal non-magiques pearls, these were siren tears. Acquiring siren tears is not an easy task, banned in most countries, and to do something so inhumane to a siren is punishable by law.
“What is this?” Staring at it with disgust and annoyance.
“What are you talking about? Just wear it, it’s yours after all.”
And right in the middle was a note, written in golden ink. Sitting innocently and untouched. Picking up the note with an apprehensive hand, you wavered. This is something your mind couldn’t see or read with the use of legilimens, you needed to see with your own eyes to understand.
‘I hope you wear it. This is merely a downpayment worth 4,000 galleons and the life of a certain English Man.’
And right on your left ring finger, a lone simple ring resides; a ring no amount of value could surpass. An engagement ring that came with love, a love from his mother to him, a ring that has seen pure love. You felt it grow cold on your finger.
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“dialogue” is in French.
‘Dialogue’ are thoughts.
a/n:
cant be touch starved when you hate physical touch (I am a hypocrite)
#theseus scamander#theseus scamander x reader#theseus scamander x y/n#theseus scamander imagine#theseus scamander oneshot#theseus scamander fic#theseus scamander smut#theseus scamander x you#fantastic beasts fic#fantastic beasts imagine#fantastic beasts one shot#callum turner
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Animagus
Warnings - None (besides bad writing)
Pairing - Newt Scamander x Reader
Summary - Your an animagus. Your looking for food when Newt finds you. You seem hurt so he decides he wants to take care of you. How long will it take before he realizes your actually a witch?
A/N - I am seriously BEGGING for ideas. I’m so bad at coming up with ideas on my own but I want to write so bad. So if you have an idea please let me know. I’m also wanting to write about Theseus cause he is also the best.
Words - 1907
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My parents always wanted me to be an animagus. I wanted to too. I thought it would be really fun to see what animal or creature I would be. When I was little it was more of a fun dream but the older I got the more my parents pushed. They wanted me to be something powerful. They were rooting for a magical beast but said as a last resort they’d be happy with some sort of strong animal. Like a big cat. It’s almost like they cursed me because I ended up being just that... a cat. A literal fucking house cat. They were furious. They refused to let me out of the house and told me that
“If you were cursed to be something so weak, then stay that way!”
I was “forced” to live as a cat. I say “forced” because it wasn’t like they told me I had to be a cat to stay, they would just beat me if they ever saw me as who I actually was. So I thought the better of two evils was to just stay as a cat. There was no where I could go. It was fine for a while. They didn’t treat me the best as a cat either but it was better than the beatings. But one day everything changed.
I was out an about in the neighborhood trying to find food. I was rummaging through trash cans trying to just find anything. Even crumbs would be enough. The night before I got the bright idea to try to take a normal shower, seeing as neither of my parents were home. I cleaned myself really well cause I genuinely had no idea when I would be able to do this again but as soon as I walked out of the bathroom, my father was standing there, belt in hand. I’m sure you could guess what happened next.
Now I was hurt, dirty from the rain, and just so fucking hungry. And I was having no luck with finding any food.
I wonder what I should do?
I continued to look through trash cans, limping along as I went. But still nothing. I finally decided to give up when I heard someone behind me making clicking sounds with their mouth. I turned around, standing my ground. My fur was standing up and I was trying my best to look around and find a way to escape.
The man before me had brown curly hair and bright green eyes. They felt like home... but I was too scared to trust it. This man thought I was a cat, he had no idea I was actually a witch. And I had no idea if he was a wizard.
He crotched down and held out a can of tuna. I glanced at him and then at the tuna. He followed my eyes and slowly pushed it towards me. It was in the middle of us and he took a couple steps back to give me room. I didn’t want to put myself in danger but I was just so anger. I made small steps towards the food.
“It’s alright love, I wont hurt you...” He sounded so genuine that I just had to believe. I took the final step and went to the food, chowing it down as fast as I could. I wanted to eat it and get out of there.
I was so focused on eating that I hadn’t noticed him inching towards me until I felt his hand on top of my head. I jumped, backing away and hissed loudly. He looked somewhat shocked by my reaction. “I’m sorry!” He moved back a bit more. No one had ever tried to make me feel this safe before. If I was being honest with myself, I’d pretend to be a cat for the rest of my life if it meant I could be loved. And for a second, it seemed like he wanted to help me, so I gave in.
I slowly walked closer to him. Smelling the food as I walked passed it but deciding I wanted to see what he wanted. If he was only here to hurt me I could just turn back into a witch and scare the life out of him. No one would believe him otherwise. Once I got closer he sat down completely and I rubbed against his sleep. “Hello darling. Do you forgive me for earlier?”
I meowed in response and rubbed myself against his back before crawling into his lap. He slowly brought his hand down and began to pet me. It was soothing. But even slightly touch made my cuts and bruises hurt. He noticed me flinching. “Are you hurt?”
I rubbed into him more while he tried to look me over. “Why don’t I get you patched up? You don’t seem to have a collar... are you a stray?” I just kept purring. Since he had no idea I was a living person, he gently picked me up. I thought he was going to take me back to his house but instead he opened up a suit case. For a second, I thought he was going to smother me inside it or something but sitting in his arms looking down I could actually see a whole other world inside his case. He’s a wizard.
He held me close as he went down the ladder. He was so gentle with me, so gentle in fact that I almost felt like I was going to fall asleep. Once inside his case he used his free hand to grab a pillow then laid me down onto of it. His fingers were so light to the touch that I could hardly even feel them while he checked what was wrong.
“Looks like someone didn’t like you going through their trash? They beat you pretty bad but nothing seems to be broken. You have few cuts that I can put some cream on. What am I going to do with you?” He was mostly mumbling to himself as he looked around for the cream he mentioned. Once he found it he made sure to hold me down as the cream began to burn. I hissed and jumped from his grasp, making a break for the only door I could see. He followed straight behind.
Outside the door were dozens of different creatures. It was like a giant zoo. I didn’t even bother running around, too scared one of them might have an appetite for cats.
“You not a magical creature so I don’t know if you’ll have much fun here.” He said walking towards me. He took my into his arms and pet me like I was his own.
After that Newt look me to London and let me stay in his home. He told me I wasn’t allowed downstairs because it was dangerous, so I listened. I bet he thought I was just a really obedient cat. I could tell straight away that he knew more about magical creatures rather than boring plain animals. But that wasn’t to say he’d neglect a non-magical creature. It just meant that he didn’t really know much about them which I think helped in not being figured out.
Sometimes Newt would even invite friends over. Two sisters and one of their husbands. I tried my best to stay away from them, especially when Jacob said he thought I acted weird for a cat. But one day his brother came over.
I was laying on the couch when he arrived, completely unannounced mind you. He just walked in the front door. His eyes instantly locked with mine for a moment causing me to stand up on all four. I hissed and ran to hide under a chair. I could see that he was just standing front of the closed door. I peeked and he was again, looking straight at me. I felt a chill run down my spin. Did he know? Why was he staring at me like that if he didn’t?
Eventually he broke eye contact and made his way to the basement. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I needed to leave, he knew I wasn’t a real cat. What was Newt going to when he found out some random witch had been living under his roof for almost 3 months? I hadn’t met any witches or wizards in so long that I completely forgot how they might react. Before I could make a break for the door, Newt and his brother were making there way into the room.
Again, his brother’s eyes met mine. “Newt, why do you have a cat?”
Newt’s glanced over and me and chuckled. “She was hurt and hungry so I took her in. She’s not good with strangers.”
His brother grabbed Newt by the arm and dragged him into a separate room.
fuck, fuck fuck!
I was too scared to move a muscle. Maybe if I just played dumb Newt wouldn’t believe him. I jumped once the two brothers came back into the room. They rushed in like the place was on fire. The oldest holding his wand towards where I was and the youngest slowly making his way over to me, not a wand in sight.
“Come out please. I just want to check something.”
I began to growl and hiss the closer he got. I’m gonna fucking die. This is the end. “Newt stay back.” He didn’t listen.
“She’s harmless and if she’s what you think she it, I’m sure we could just talk it out. Right?”
He was on all fours, bent down, looking under the chair and directly into my eyes. The gentleness I’d always seen in him was there. And again, it made me trust him.
I crawled out from under the chair, moving towards the couch.
In an instant I was sitting on the couch, fully back to who I really was. Newt hardly reacted, while his brother kept his wand drawn. I felt myself begin to shake as I tried to sink into myself and try to come off as small as possible. “I’m sorry...” I whispered, glancing up to meet Newt’s eyes.
“I had nowhere to do and I was hungry... At first I thought you were going to feed me and leave or patch me up and send me on my way but you were so nice that I couldn’t tell you the truth. I thought about telling you everyday but I didn’t know how...” The oldest put down his wand and made his way into the kitchen, while Newt sat beside me.
“You could’ve told me. I could’ve help you.” I nodded my head, feeling guilty.
“Your a good man...” He chuckled a bit. “I should’ve known. It always felt like you were really listening to what I was saying. And you always did what you were told.” A giggle escaped your lips.
“You are the man of the house after all.”
He put his hand on mine, making me flinch and quickly look up at him. “I’ll help you and you can get back on your feet.” I never thought I would meet someone like him. He was so kind and gentle, so down to earth and honest. It made my heart flutter. I was so happy to have met him but... in a way, I was sad that one day we might part. I hoped, that even after he’s given me all the help me can give, that we can stay friends. He truly saved my life.
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#newt scamander#newt scamander x reader#newt scamander x you#newt scamander x y/n#fantastic beasts and where to find them#fantastic beasts crimes of grindelwald#fantastic beasts secrets of dumbledore#fbawtft#animingus#theseus scamander
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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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Just This Once - Theseus Scamander x Reader
A/N: Hey, guys! It's me, Vannah! This is my first time posting a fic onto Tumblr. In the past, I've used Wattpad, but I figured I'd try something new. I'm open to requests, so feel free to leave a suggestion down below!
Warnings: Very (very) mild violence
Word Count: 1,947
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"Mr. Scamander, you have a visitor." Ertha said, snapping Theseus out of his trance.
He had been watching you through the tall glass panels in his office for the past fifteen minutes. You were deep in thought, your index finger underlining the files you were reading.
You bit your bottom lip, brows furrowing as you got further into the document before setting it aside and opening up another. Mere moments later, you had your head thrown back in laughter as two Ministry interns told you about their most recent escapade trying to make copies of the very file she was reading.
Shifting his gaze from you to Ertha, he smiled up at her, "Go ahead and send them in."
As his secretary shuffled away, calling out for the visitor, he turned back to where you had been working. You were gone, your green lamp turned off and the papers that were once scattered on your desk now arranged in neat piles.
He sighed, rising out of his seat as his guest entered, shaking their hand, introducing himself, "Theseus Scamander, Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
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Theseus made his way to the staff room, aching for a cup of tea. It had been a long 24 hours, and he needed to calm himself down.
He only wanted to help his brother, not drive him farther away. Had Newt not been expelled from Hogwarts, he could have been living a very different life. But Newt did as he knew how- got himself into trouble he didn't intend to be in.
As Theseus poured himself a cup of tea out of a heated kettle, the door opened behind him.
You walked in, a bit of a pep in your step, grabbing an empty tea cup for yourself and waiting for him to finish pouring.
"Good morning, Mr. Scamander." You said, smiling up at him.
Flustered, he smiled back akwardly, stuttering as he greeted you, "Good morning, Ms. Y/L/N."
"How are you? You were still working by the time I left last night." You tilt your head to the side, brushing your h/c hair out of your face.
"Oh, you know, I'm doing alright. Family matters, I suppose. And you?"
You nodded, "I'm doing well, Mr. Scamander. Just frustrated with my latest case."
"No one ever said this job was easy, did they? Should've come with a warning, it should." He attempted to joke, but you didn't laugh. Your smile faded.
Did I say something wrong? For the love of Helga Hufflepuff, I can't do anything right. Should I appolgize? He pondered, staring into her e/c eyes.
"Mr. Scamander, are you sure you're alright?" You asked, concern growing on your face.
Theseus broke out into a sweat, his tie suddenly too tight around his neck, "Y-yes, everything's f-fine."
"Are you sure?" You asked, placing your free hand atop his, and wrapping it around the upper half of the teapot handle, tilting it, "Because you just spilled tea everywhere."
His eyes widened, embarassment striking him as he looked down to see that he had emptied the entire contents of the teapot onto the floor. The once spotless marbled floor was now soiled with a puddle of tea. So were his new loafers, the ones his mum had bought him for his birthday.
He had initially focused on the feel of your hand on his, but now he wished he could take it all back. Not act like a complete fool. But it was too late for that.
You set your teacup down on the counter beside you, taking your wand out of your skirt pocket, gently wrapping your hand around it, "Let me help you, Mr. Scamander."
You waved your wand slowly in a spiral motion, "Tergeo."
The brown puddle lifted from the floor in a singular line, spiraling into a nearby sink before it was gone.
The soiled marble was once again spotless, "Works like a charm, Mr. Scamander."
"Theseus." He said, so fast that if you hadn't been paying attention, you would have missed it.
"Mr. Scamander…" You trailed off with a sigh.
He shook his head, insistant, "Please, call me Theseus. All formality quite literally went down the drain when I spilled. I insist."
You crossed your arms, "I'm not sure Thetchar would approve of us being on a first-name basis."
"What Thetchar doesn't know won't hurt him."
An amused smile appeared on your face, "A Hufflepuff? Keeping secrets? Who would've known?"
"I have my moments." He grinned, his eyes moving from your face to his half-empty cup of tea.
Yours hadn't even been filled.
"What do you say I make this up to you? There's a teashop right down the street. It'll be my treat."
"I really should be working." You explained, gazing around the room, "But I think I can make an exception. Just this once."
Theseus nodded, "Just this once."
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"Is there something you wanted to tell me, Mr. Scamander?" You asked, perched atop of his desk as he scribbled down a letter to his brother, your legs swinging back and forth as you waited for a response.
He shook his head, tensing as you referred to him by his last name, focusing on the task at hand, "No, darling, everything's alright."
"It doesn't seem alright." You frowned, pursing your lips before turning to him, "Theseus…"
He swallowed the bile rising in his throat, not meeting your eyes.
"Theseus." You repeated, placing a hand atop his to stop him from tapping his quill on the mahogany desk.
He met your eyes, his eyes glossy.
"Theseus, you know you can tell me anything, right?" You asked, "I'm here for you every step of the way."
He nodded, his brown curls falling loosely on his head, "I know."
"Can you please tell me what's the matter? I'm only trying to help."
"I'm afraid you can't help much with this, Y/N." Theseus sighed, leaning back into his chair, sliding his letter in your direction.
You scanned it carefully, which wasn't difficult due to his neat script. You read aloud, "'Dearest Theseus, I regret to inform you that your brother has been expelled from Hogwarts for endangering the safety of fellow students. There's something he's not telling the headmaster and myself, but my hands are tied. Darling, is there anything you could do? He's already taken his O.W.L.S., but it would mean the world to me if he could finish out his seventh year. Love, Mum'."
Your eyes widened as your gaze met his, "Oh, Theseus, I'm so sorry."
Sliding off the desk, you came to stand behind him, pressing a kiss to his temple and gently massaging his shoulders, "I know that you've always struggled with your feelings towards your brother, but please don't let this hold you back from reaching out to him. I'm sure there's something he's not telling us."
"That's the thing!" Theseus exclaimed, "He always leaves out the important details. Always gets himself into trouble. I wouldn't be surprised if he chose to get expelled. He never exactly thrived in school, not unless you count his performance in his classes, like-"
"Care of magical creatures, I know." You gave him a reassuring smile, "If he's already taken his O.W.L.S., then he should be perfectly fine. He's what, seventeen now?
"And all on his own." He groaned, "He's free from Hogwarts, he can go wherever he likes now. Which means chasing after dangerous creatures. I'm thrilled."
You laughed, "And here I thought you, too, chased after beasts?"
"Oh, I did. I adore them. But I never went to the extent Newt did. We once had a few Kneazles and Crups growing up. Nothing too exotic. Nothing like what Newt's going after."
You spun his chair around to face you, your hand still lingering on his shoulders, "Look at me, Theseus."
He met your eyes, not lifting his head. He looked like a kicked crup.
"You have to promise me that you'll reach out to him, alright? Not just your mother, or the school, but Newt. You may be eight years his senior, but you're still his brother. He needs you, Theseus. More than you know."
Theseus grumbled, "I always told him not to go chasing after Hippogriffs and Runespoors, but he never listened to me."
"Theseus." You warned, "You're a good man. You're kind, patient, loyal. Everything that makes you a Hufflepuff. I know, at the end of the day, that you'll do the right thing by Newt."
You leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, but he swivled to catch your lips. It was brief, but you couldn't help melting into his embrace.
Finally, you pulled away, starting towards the door.
"Remember our promise, love." You said over your shoulder.
Just like that, you were gone.
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"Flipendo!" Theseus exclaimed, aiming his wand at a figure cloaked in black.
But the cloaked figure deflected the spell, aiming his wand at the auror's, "Flagrante!"
Theseus' wand began to burn his hand, getting hotter by the second. He screamed in agony as it dropped to the ground, his hand now raw and red, a large burn mark slashing across his hand.
The moment his wand reached the floor, the cloaked figure raised his wand, "It's the end of the line for you, Mr. Scamander."
Theseus began to back away, not daring to reach for his wand in fear that, in his weakest moment, the cloaked figure would attack, "You need to come with me, to speak to the ministry. If you come now, you will be tried by the minister. If you kill me, you'll be sent to Azkaban."
The figure mearly scoffed, "That's no way to die."
"Expuls-" He began, but was cut off by the sound of a woman behind him, shouting, "Pretrificus Totalis!"
His body froze, his arms and legs immobilized by the spell that bound him.
Theseus looked behind the figure, his eyes meeting yours and at least a half dozen aurors by your side in a prepared formation.
He grabbed his wand, holding it tightly in his hand and you heaved the figure up from the ground, "You're under arrest for the murder of a Hungarian Horntail, an endangered species legally protected by the department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Surrender your wands and prepare to be taken in for questioning and trial."
Two of the aurors that had been standing beside you grabbed the figure by the arms, turning to you "We'll take 'em in for questioning and meet you back at the ministry. I've got a feeling this is going to be a long night."
As soon as they disapparated, Theseus made a beeline for you.
You expected him to warn you of the dangers that went along with going headfirst into a fight, but he didn't.
"I thought this was a job for my department."
"It is, or at least, it was. But thankfully for you, my department is able to intervene as soon as the welfare of a magical creature is involved."
Theseus nodded, "You saved my life, Y/N."
You smiled, "And I'd do it again. I love you, Theseus."
Pressing a kiss to her temple, he rest his forehead against hers, "I love you, too, darling."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in, "So what do you say we go for a cup of tea? Just this once?"
"I really should get back to work, you know. But I'll make an exception, just this once."
You took his hand in yours, making your way down the cobblestone streets. A smile spread on your faces. It was more than just this once, it was forever.
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Insufferable
summary: based off this request! “Hi can I request a Theseus x reader where she is newt’s assistant and can’t really stand him because of his demenaur but then she gets to spend time with him and get to know him and they kind of bond,ends in fluff”
warnings: Banter from theseus but y/n doesn’t quite realize that and maybe being a bit too rude to him, other than that it’s just y/n rolling her eyes at him, tending to newts creatures, newt trying to ignore them, and then fluff where theseus is just being an adorable human and showing his hufflepuffness(?)
A/N: my first request ever. i’m so excited for this it was such a fun plot and i’m glad to finally write for theseus! i hope the time jumps aren’t annoying. i wasn’t entirely sure how to do this without it being incredibly long 😖 even tho it’s definitely still one of my longest ones. i hope anon likes it and anyone else reading :D
ALSO i did not proof read this so i’ll probably do that sometime in the late afternoon and edit anything i need to 😅
word count: 2.3k
You’ve been Newt’s assistant with his creatures for a little over a year now. You’d met Theseus a few times before, but now him and Newt were doing some sort of mission together which lead to him just staying at Newt’s place. You obviously weren’t going to complain because you were only Newt’s assistant. You weren’t about to tell him you didn’t want his own brother to stay in his own house just because he got on your nerves a tad. But, Merlin were you tempted at times.
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You woke up early to go start caring for the creatures in the case before anyone else was up, even Newt. You hadn’t meant to wake up so early but once you did, there was no falling back asleep. Needless to say, you were already in a not so great mood, so you were a bit relieved to have some alone times with the creatures. That is until Theseus so rudely decided to walk into the case about an hour after you had started working.
“Good morning darling. You’re up quite early. Even Newt is still sound asleep.” He raised an eyebrow at you and gave you that famous smirk that apparently works on everyone but you.
“Not now Theseus,” you answered bitterly without turning around from the mooncalfs you were feeding, “and don’t you ever call me darling.”
“Well someone’s woke up on the wrong side of the bed now haven’t we?”
Now you turned around to look at him and give him the most unamused face you possibly could. Just for him to give you an annoying crooked smile.
You were about to go off on him until your eyes went to the stairs and saw Newt very slowly coming into the case, eyes darting between you and Theseus to make sure he’s not imposing on anything important.
“Oh thank Merlin,” you mumbled under your breath, “Newt please tell your brother to let me get back to work.”
Newt looked at Theseus as he scratched the back of his head, “Y/N why are you down here so early?”
“I woke up early and couldn’t fall back asleep so i decided to start on things a bit early today. Is that alright?” Theseus furrowed his brows at how much softer your town was with Newt. Were you really in a bad mood today or was it just because he was around?
“Of course that’s alright. But… I do think you deserve a day off. It seems you’ve been doing most of the work down here for about two weeks now. I can handle them from here for today,” he nervously smiled at you through his hair, scared he’d annoy you further than his brother already has.
“That’s very kind of you Newt but I promise I’m alright to help y-“
“No he’s right,” Theseus cut you off, “if anyone deserves the day off it’s you. I think you should take it.” He was being genuine but you hadn’t noticed. You were too busy glaring at him. Ooh if looks could kill…
“What’s your angle Scamander?” You stared the older brother straight in the eyes as you looked at him skeptically.
Theseus chuckled, finding it cute when you angrily called him by his last name, “angle? Why would I have an angle darling?”
“I told you not to call me- You know what?” you held the bridge of your nose trying to calm yourself down, “I am going to take the day off. Thank you Newt,” you smiled at him before going up the stairs that he was still frozen on.
Theseus started to head up the stairs shortly after, only to be stopped by Newt, “maybe you should just leave her be today Theseus,” he tried to say sternly while staring at the ground with one hand on his brothers chest to keep him there while he talked.
Theseus looked at him slightly confused, before chuckling, “I’ll make sure to tell her you tried your best.”
Newt shook his head in annoyance. If he kept this up they were going to have to stay somewhere else for the rest of their mission. Merlin only knows how much longer Y/N will be able to put up with his shenanigans.
To yours and Newts surprise, Theseus actually left you alone majority of the day. The only other time he bothered you was when you all had dinner together, which had become a nightly ritual since their mission began.
It was comfortably silent until, of course, Theseus opened his mouth, “Y/N you really should sit up a bit more straight.”
Newt stared at his soup while your mouth fell open and you stared at Theseus in disbelief, “I beg your pardon? Are you seriously trying to tell me I’m sitting wrong?”
Theseus looked shocked at your reaction, “no- I- Well, yes but I didn’t-“
Now it was your turn to cut him off, “no, you know what? I’m so tired of you criticizing everything I do ever since you got here,” you dropped your spoon in your, luckily, empty bowl with a loud clank, “not to mention you never give your poor brother a break. All he does is care for his creatures and everyone around him, including you, and all you do is tell him how he should be joining the ministry when he clearly doesn’t want to! And you joke far too much. He clearly doesn’t understand half of the time, and to be quite frank it’s not entirely his fault. You don’t have a very distinct difference in your ‘i’m being sarcastic’ versus your ‘i’m being serious’ tone.”
Newt’s eyes were wide and his eyebrows disappeared into his hair. Yet all Theseus did was chuckle. And if you weren’t already furious with his attitude, that really set you off.
“You are so insufferable!” You yell at him as you put your dishes in the sink loudly and make your way back into the case, knowing the creatures could calm you down.
Theseus stood up and Newt stopped him immediately, again. But this time he looked his brother in the eyes, “Leave her alone Theseus. I really mean it. I have never heard her yell like that. Not even when Teddy broke her favorite necklace.”
Theseus clenched his jaw before running his hand over his face, looking clearly guilty, “I’m sorry Newt.”
Newt raised his brows at him in confusion.
“I don’t mean to come off so… Insufferable, as Y/N put it. I only want the best for you, you know that.”
Newt nodded his head quickly, “trust me I know you don’t have any cruel intentions. I did grow up with you harassing me constantly,” they both chuckled, “but she didn’t. And to other people you definitely do seem to come off as a bit overbearing.”
Theseus nodded in understanding, “can you really not tell the difference between my joking and my serious voice?”
Newt laughed nervously, “I can usually figure it out. Just not always in that moment.”
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A couple days later you were helping feed the baby nifflers when one of them spat up all over your shirt. You groaned and put it back with the others after cleaning it up.
“Go change,” Newt tried not to chuckle but failed. Luckily you laughed too.
“I’ll be right back,” you ran up stairs and changed quickly, grabbing the first shirt you saw so you could get back to Newt and finish your tasks for the day.
Once you were done with your tasks, Newt stayed in the case for a bit to do some work on his book. You were headed for the couch when you saw Theseus standing in a doorway staring at you. You stared back. You stared at each other for a solid minute before you asked, “Can I help you with something?” It came out a bit harsher than you intended.
“Yeah. Why are you wearing my shirt?” He raised an eyebrow and leaned against the doorway, arms crossed with a smile of amusement on his face.
“What? I’m not wearing your-“ you looked down and noticed that the shirt was unusually large on you. Why hadn’t Newt said anything? “I’m so sorry Theseus! I rushed to change after a baby niffler spat up on me and I grabbed the first shirt i saw but I swear i thought it was mine i didn’t mean to steal your cl-“
“Y/N,” he chuckled, a genuine smile on his face, “it’s alright. I didn’t think you were intentionally trying to steal my clothes. Although, I suppose you could be slowly stealing my shirts one by one until I run out and I’m forced to walk around shirtless-“ you threw the closest pillow to you at him, trying to make your face not turn red but failing miserably.
He threw his hands up in surrender, “alright alright, I’m just messing with you. Geez,” he shook his head in mock offense and you laughed. You laughed at something he did, “are you feeling alright?” He was really only half joking.
You tilted your head before he added, “you actually laughed. Out loud. To me.”
You rolled your eyes and started to head to your room to change, “careful Scamander, you’re still on thin ice. And also now on the verge of never getting this shirt back. It’s quite soft.”
Theseus smiled to himself. Damnit why did you have to have such a cute laugh and look so cute in his comically oversized shirt?
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It had been about another week and you and Theseus were slowly starting to get along better. You started understanding his sarcasm better, after Newt so nicely explained that he’s only like that with people he cares about, and his smirk has started to work on you. Not that you’d ever admit that to him or even Newt.
That morning, Newt had to run an errand and left you in charge of the creatures, which he has done plenty of times with no problems. Except for today. Today you managed to let a small occamy escape the case. You immediately started panicking and bolted out of the case trying to find it. After about five minutes of looking, you couldn’t find her. You started screaming for Theseus and he came bolting into the room, wanda ready for danger. He looked around to see that no one was there but you. He noticed your extremely panicked breathing and ran over and grabbed your shoulders, looking you in the eyes, “darling what’s the matter?” He hadn’t meant to use the nickname outside of his playful tone but it slipped out and you were too panicked to notice right now anyway.
“The- One of the occamy’s got out and i can’t find her- If I don’t find her Newt will never forgive me and i’ll feel so awful for losing track of such a beautiful creature…” You trailed off, suddenly realizing how close Theseus was and how it was not helping slow your heartbeat any. You looked in his eyes, suddenly feeling a bit shy. He very suddenly hugged you and you stood frozen for a moment. Newt had mentioned he was a bit of a hugger but you thought he was joking at this point.
“I’ll help you. We’ll find her I promise,” you hugged him back lightly before you both went looking for the critter.
You had split up into different rooms when you heard Theseus let out an odd… Squeal? You jogged to the room he was in, only to see the little occamy curled up in his hands. You stared, mouth somewhere between a smile and hung open in shock at the sight before you. Not only did the occamy trust him enough to hold her and pet her, but he was petting her so gently and had such a wide smile on his face. He was even talking to her and she made little sounds back at him.
Theseus looked up and questioned your expression, “she doesn’t even let me hold her…”
“Well she just has good taste I suppose.”
You scoffed, “yeah right, Scamander.”
He smiled at the name you used to use when you were angry at him, but that you now use to banter back.
You both went back into the case to put the occamy where she belonged. You turned around to thank Theseus again and apologize for being so dramatic about it, but you slipped on water you spilled earlier and had forgotten to clean up. You were going to land face first on the ground if Theseus hadn’t been right in front of you. He held onto your arms for quite a bit longer than necessary as he stared into hour eyes, keeping you in a trance of sorts.
You searched his eyes as your heartbeat quickened. You were thrown off when you heard Theseus chuckle, “I think your heart may explode-“
“Oh shut up Scamander,” you pulled him in for a kiss, throwing him off for once, which made you smirk into it.
Newt had come back and was walking into the case, before pausing and turning around, for he was interrupting this time, “about time,” he muttered to himself.
“I knew you were into me. I mean, c’mon. Who could resist me,” he wriggled his eye brows making you laugh, “you still owe me a shirt by the way…”
“You truly are insufferable, you know?” you playfully hit him at his suggestive tone, and me smiled his ridiculously handsome smile.
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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.
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Theseus Scamander x Reader
✨Love is magical✨
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10| Part 11
The first ray of sunlight finally hit the window in your bedroom. Your eyes were wide open and the nervous smile on your face began to make your cheeks hurts. It was your first day working at the Ministry of Magic. After countless hours spent discussing with Theseus whether or not you should take the job, you ultimately decided to go for it. After all, the idea of helping the wizarding world defeat the bad guys and make the universe as a whole a better place brought an immense passion and purpose to the career.
“Theseus wake up!” you couldn’t contain yourself of the excitement jolting through your body. You barely got any sleep thinking about how the first day as lead auror would go. “Will everyone like me?” “Will this job be difficult?” “Should I refrain from telling everyone I’m a parselmouth?” All of these thoughts filled your mind, as your imagination took over. “Someone’s excited” Theseus murmurs with his deep still half asleep voice. He places one arm around your waist and pulls you back down whispering in your ear “don’t worry my love, you’re brilliant and I’ll be there every step of the way.” Theseus was home, your rock, your other half, and you could now declare with confidence- your soulmate. “I’m getting up and making us coffee, I can’t lay here anymore Thes, the excitement is not letting me!” Theseus couldn’t help but laugh at your quirky behavior this morning.
While the two of you were eating breakfast Theseus began explaining some basic rules for the Ministry, who all works at the aurors office, who to watch out for, and how overbearing Travers could be. You interrupted him “look Theseus, I don’t want this to come off the wrong way but I would prefer if you gave me some space at work, ya know I don’t want everyone thinking I got this job because of you or that I’m not capable on my own.” Theseus furrowed his eyebrows “I’ll try my best darling, although I could put you to good use in my office” a cheeky grin appearing on his face as he winks at you. You rolled your eyes and proceeded to clean up the table.
You scurried back to the bedroom deciding what you would wear for your first day. “Hmmm do I want to go for business casual? Is this too sexy? Does this look like I’m a serious auror?” picking up outfits and weighing your options while looking in the mirror. You didn’t notice Theseus standing at the door mimicking you and chuckling at your nervousness. He had never seen you in this type of state before. “I’m sure whatever you wear you will look lovely my dove.” You ultimately decide on a silk blouse that accentuated your bosom, and a chic skirt with matching pearl earrings. You looked perfect.
As the two of you got ready to apparate to the Ministry of Magic, you gave Theseus a loving kiss only to follow it with, “is it okay if we arrive separately? I just want to walk in alone, if you don’t mind.” Theseus was hurt of course but he also understood why you felt this way, you wanted to make an impression as “y/n the new lead auror,” not “y/n Theseus’s girlfriend.” “As you wish darling” Theseus half smiles, you knew when he half smiled that something wasn’t right but you were set on your decision. So you apparated first and Theseus followed suit.
As you walked into the British Ministry of Magic, excitement filled your core. There were so many wizards and witches around, everyone walking as fast as they could to get to their departments. It was beautiful, busy, and colossal inside. Taking in a deep breathe you hustled to level two where the British auror office was. Theseus was sneakily walking behind you hoping you wouldn’t notice, as much as he wanted to listen to your orders he also wanted to make sure you were safe and knew how to get there, it was a huge Ministry after all. A plethora of thoughts filled your mind about what to expect, so naturally you didn’t notice everyone staring at you. You even made a bunch of wizards awkwardly bump into each other from checking you out, Theseus of course noticed and gave them all the death stare.
“Alright I’m finally here, keep it together y/n” you say to yourself. You were greeted at the front desk by a middle aged woman Petunia “Ah you must be y/n, come Travers is waiting for you in the head office, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” she says. Right after you hear “Oh hello Mr. Scamander.” You were so focused on making a good first impression it didn’t bother you that Theseus was behind you the entire time. Walking down the hall you heard everyone whisper amongst themselves: “that’s y/n the new lead auror.” “Wow, she really is gorgeous.” “Theseus is one lucky man.” The whispers all focused on how good looking you are and of course Theseus, which bothered you deeply. Then you hear one woman snicker “you can’t be that beautiful and good at your job, probably not too bright that one.” This made your blood boil, so you turned and stared her down, to which she fell back and tripped against her chair. Theseus grabbed your shoulders “it’s alright love, just ignore it.” You instantly brushed Theseus’s hands off “please, not here.”
“Ah Miss y/n/ y/l, please come in, we have been eagerly awaiting your arrival, I am Torquil Travers, Minister. This is Rudolph Spielman, and Arnold Guzman they’re visiting to discuss some international matters.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you all,” you state assertively. “Scamander, please sit down, we need to go over today’s plans,” Travers commands. You all sit down at the table, the center of it looked like blue glowing water that glittered. Travers begins “y/n welcome to our auror team, I’m sure Scamander has already informed you that you will take the position of lead auror. I must say it took a long time to convince him in recruiting you. Your powers have been the talk of the wizarding world lately, is it true that you posses the elderwand?” Spielman and Guzman both looked at each other in a concerned manner. “Thank you Mr. Travers, yes it is true.” “Fascinating, well then let’s get started.” The rest of the meeting consisted of different cases you would be leading, as well as the first mission you’d go on next week. The mention of your first mission made Theseus tense he was about to interrupt what Travers was saying but you glared at him and he refrained. When accepting the job however, you knew how protective Theseus would be so you excused his impulses. Theseus would not stop gazing at you the entire meeting with his twinkling love filled eyes, you adored it obviously, but wished he wouldn’t be this way at work, at least until you made a name for yourself.
After the meeting was dismissed Travers came up to you. “Y/n, I’d like you to have this, I think you will benefit from the literature.” He handed you a book “The Pure-Blood Directory.” “Thank you sir,” you said, confused as to what this book was about. Theseus also found it peculiar, but you both brushed it off for now. Theseus walked you to your office, and before you could open the door, a fellow auror Franklin Moody (of the renowned auror moody family) approaches you. “Miss Y/n if I may introduce myself I’m Franklin Moody”, he takes your hand and inappropriately kisses it “charmed,” he drools. Theseus clears his throat “mmmm,” it was his way of saying “stop” without actually saying it. Then another auror approached Simon Diggory, “your beauty is truly astonishing Miss y/n, it is a pleasure to be working with you.” Auror after auror *all male* walked up and introduced themselves until Theseus had enough of everyone hitting on you. “Alright that’s enough, everyone get back to work” he yelled. This time you were happy Theseus intruded as it became a bit overwhelming you looked up at him and smiled “thank you.”
At long last stepping into your office, locking the door, you and Theseus had some alone time. “I love you pumpkin,” you coo finally able to let your guard down. “I love you too my world, so how did I do? Enough space?” You chuckle “hardly.” Theseus grabbed your waist to pull you into a kiss “I’ve been dreaming about this all damn day.” Right when your lips were about to touch Travers slams the door open. “Scamander, y/ln! We need you on a mission now! There’s been a murder in Hogsmeade right next to Hogwarts and it looks like dark magic was utilized!” Theseus immediately looks at you….his body taut….eyes full of worry…..it was time for your first mission.
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