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annuities · 2 years

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Schilderwald ; ten

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pairing: theseus scamander x reader

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“They’re meeting at the Mauleseom tomorrow night,” you report. “I heard something through one of my mother’s underground networks.”

Tina seems to pipe up in interest immediately — ah yes, the legend, fame and the lure of your mother runs far and wide. However, Graves, on the other hand, seems to share many of your worries.

“Two more days,” he murmurs, voice still a bit hoarse. “We have all of today and a quarter of tomorrow to find Credence and to establish a plan.”

Your group falls into silence for a few short moments before Newt proposes a plan. “Why don’t we look for the circus you found first? If we find him, then at least, we know how to start.”

That seemed like a reasonable enough suggestion.

“All injured personnel are required to stick together,” you snicker as the two of your limp out of the house.

“Or,” Graves refutes dryly. “I’m the only one who’ll be held responsible if you die. Theseus will kill me.”

You let him have it, let him have that sense that . That sense of responsibility — and last night. You thinking about what he said. I love you. You want to laugh — the corner of your mouth tugging up sharply in response.

Why now?

Why not before?

Why not at Christmas?

Why not before Leta?

No, but he was yours before Leta, wasn’t he? This is a problem you have, of never knowing what you want, of never wanting enough, never trying enough. You knew, before Leta. Before Christmas. If Theseus didn’t think you were special, he wouldn’t do those things for you. The flowers, the scarf, the arctic cold and the hours he spent (wasted) resources looking for you.

If you tried, if you even said something, Theseus would’ve said yes.

But you didn’t, because one night you looked in the mirror and you thought about your mother, her marriage. How much your parents loved each other and how in the end, that didn’t really mean anything, either. Love isn’t enough. And, you didn’t want that sort of life for yourself.

Always waiting, always wondering, if he’d come back. If someone else like Grindelwald, worse than Grindelwald would come and one day you’d look at the Manila envelope and know, word by word, what was written on it.

You don’t want that life. You wouldn’t choose to live it. Not for anything, not for anyone. You’re not your mother, you’re not Theseus, or his brother. You’re not willing to sacrifice those things.

“He loves you,” Graves says, looking away from you. You recognize that look.

You couldn’t accept it then.

And you can’t accept it now. It’s a soft thrumming in your chest, the chiming of wind bells that sound like war drums, a steady rushing in your blood—

“Shut up, Graves,” you say.

You can’t. Not even if you wanted to. This is the end of it.

It has to be.

Is it?

Of course not. You were prepared to die before he said that. You were prepared to fight to the death before he said that — and if you don’t give you all, there’s no way. No way you’ll be able to win.

Damn him for making you want to live.

You look at the gold and the red ribbons in the air, the fire and the wonders, the faces alight with awe and amusement. You wanted to be one of them, more than that, you wanted your mother, you wanted your father, wanted your Aurelia, you wanted your office in the Department of Records and Notation, you wanted your illegally obtained notes and files. You missed that house scarf, you missed your little apartment—

And you missed Theseus. You missed his hands, easily able to dwarf yours, you missed his suits — you missed how he looked, in his rumpled shirt and tie askew. You missed his silhouette and the roughness of his voice after disuse.

You sniffle, warmth pulling at your eyelids.

“Miss, are you lost?” A soft, hesitating asks you. But you freeze, because that gentle New Yorker lilt is bare, but still detectable.

Credence.

You freeze and hastily wipes your eyes as you offer him a shaky smile. What happened to taking things slow and regrouping?

“I, I’m fine,” you stutter, fingers still brushing at the straying droplets on your cheeks as you sniffle again.

Credence pauses in front of you, looking like a deer in headlights. “W-Would you like a glass of water?” His eyes dart and before you answer, he holds up a pair of scarred hands. “Please wait here, I’ll get you a glass of water.”

He’s off and back again in a single second. There’s a mildly-grimy glass in his hands and you accept it with a grateful nod.

“Thank you,” you say, smiling. Taking a sip and making sure not to wince at the taste.

“Y-You’re welcome,” he stutters and there’s something in his eyes— The light, the feeling of being wanted, being welcomed. You offer him a tiny smile as you feel something sticky on your palm. Looking down, you’re horrified to see they’re stained red—

“I’m so sorry!” Credence’s exclamation almost shocks you into spilling your glass, his cheeks are bright and there’s something like despair in his eyes as he tries to take the glass from you.

It’s then you see the fresh wounds that litter his hands.

“Your hands!” you say, as he retreats from you, instinctively. He looks again like a flower bending in the leaf-wiliting wind. Desperate to help, you lower your voice. “Please, let me help you back. Let me heal them.” You offer him a soothing smile as you hold out his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you,” you say. “I promise.”

Slowly, he inches closer, eyes on yours — scared, but trusting. Trusting. As he places his hands in yours.

Your medical spells aren’t good. But they’re just enough for you to heal the wounds — from whips — of the boy in front of you. He marvels at the spells, at your wound and the soundless spells as they began to close on his skin, and heal, and smooth over.

It’s then, that a bond truly forms between the two of you — and in the back of your mind, you know what he needs. Time, love, patience. To be happy, to be human. To feel human.

But Credence, no matter who he is (scared little boy, he didn’t choose this), no matter what he is (human, not a monster, a boy), he matters little against the lives of your parents, of your friends. Of Theseus.

He is the only thing that might be able to stop Grindelwald.

Tomorrow night.

You don’t have time.

He needs to be ready, no matter what.

“I know what happened, Credence. What they say.” You pitch your voice low, the way your mother used to. Credence is not surprised when you say his name. The thing children do best is waiting, you think. You, in front of the flume gate. Waiting, waiting, waiting. “But they’re wrong.”

Tick tock, the clock chimes, both future-past. Desperation makes people unrecognizable. Credence can’t see it in you, but you can. His eyes, molten and gold but also darker than the ocean floor. Wanting, hungry, so hungry. For so many things. And beneath it all, is a mass of writhing, rippling magic. Powerful enough to change the Wizarding World as you know it, to bend the matters of the world, to change reality.

“Are they—” His voice breaks. His eyes, you think, there’s nothing of a little boy in them. More beast than man. “Am I really...?”

You don’t tell him that there is a place for you, or that people are waiting for him and willing to love and protect him. Children know lies too well. Especially children like him, and you’re too tired to lie. So you tell him the thing closest to the truth. “You’re one of us. Nothing can change that. And no one, will ever be able to take it from you.”

You reach forward, for his hands. The link of his magic to yours, the roots of the world. And there, you think about all the choices you made and wonder how you ended up here, in the dark, the mud, even after all the things you gave up to leave.

“Magic is in your bones, Credence,” you say, and his eyes shine gold.

“Hey guys.” You open the door and smile like the piece of shit you are. “Look who I found.”

“Where the hell have you—”

Graves’ mouth opens and closes as Credence makes a noise of horrified surprise behind you. Ah, right. You’d forgotten about that. Oops. That’s another problem you need to solve.

You clap, mostly in self congratulation. Goldstein is not amused. Goldstein can go— Fill in the blank as required.

“Alright,” you say. “This is Credence. Don’t be creepy, or else.” You lead the boy into

He looks at you, his eyes manic. You smile. “It’s alright.” You’re not sure if you’re saying it for your sake or his.

You give Graves a sharp look, and he nods back, imperceptibly. Flamel told you, before you left that the International Wizarding Confederation was closing in on France. The timing for the Lestrange Mausoleum is confirmed.

This has to work. It must.

Credence introduces himself, awkwardly to Newt and the others, reintroduces himself to Tina before returning to your side like a loyal hen, shying away from Graves nearly pointedly.

Graves rolls his eyes. You snicker.

The truth is this: there is a very very bad wizard trying to kill many people. He may come after Credence to take advantage of him, therefore, everyone is trying very hard to hide him away.

Dumbledore, if he knows what’s good for him, will continue to be useless and unreachable at large. If not... You’ll do something drastic.

When the atmosphere is beginning to chill again, you assign good, Newt of a heart of gold to give Credence some talk-therapy and control training.

Graves, you, and Goldstein leave to another room.

You set the a silencing charm, and Graves is immediately on you like a rabid animal.

“I thought I knew the definition of recklessness. I was wrong. What were you thinking?” You’re normally a nice person, you swear—

“Ah yes, the man who’s spent sixteen months being absolutely useless is mad at me for doing something.”

He doesn’t flinch. It’s a near thing, though.

“That was uncalled for,” Goldstein says, on instinct.

You turn to face her. “And you, the person who kidnapped someone for their own completely insane vigilant mission. Neither of you, have any ground to be telling me off. I did everything I needed to do and everything that you asked for. I found Credence Barebone and now, we need to figure out how to stop him from killing everyone.”

Graves, nods, finally, looking constipated, even more so than usual. “Alright. While you were gone, we obtained a rough plan of the Mausoleum. Let’s start with deciding which of us will go and which of us will stay behind with the Obscurial boy.”

“Credence,” Tina corrects.

“Credence,” Graves repeats.

Four hours later, Graves has been sent off to bed like a particularly childish six-foot-two toddler. Tina is on patrol-cum-gossiping-complaining to Queenie. You open the door to Nicolas Flamel’s impressively protected laboratory to the sight of magic that no novice should be learning.

Credence’s eyes are glowing, and New Scamander—

You take a sharp breath. Every heartbeat feels like a open wound.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” a gravely voice asks from behind you.

“It is,” you say as you watch the Patronus in the air, the silvery threads conjoining, a phoenix in flight, in fire, in ashes. It is. It’s so beautiful.

“Magic is a wondrous thing,” Flamel says. “Capable of doing almost anything.”

Anything. Almost.

Death, power, immortality. Nicolas Flame, the man who did the impossible.

The word dissolves into a blur of silvers and blues. Before you know it, you’re blinking back the tears. You hoped—

You hoped.

“I’m sorry,” he says, softly, tenderly, as your father once did, at the footsteps of the manor, his suitcase in hand after you refused to go with him. “I’m so sorry, my dear.”

Death has never scared you. All of the people you love are some of the strongest wizards and witches there is in this world. They’ll be fine. And in the end, you’ll be fine, too.

Where do I go from here? You think. But there isn’t books or people to tell you, a multitude of ways for you to pursue this, not this time.

You know the answer, the way you know your own name. It hums in your blood. The magic that isn’t yours.

I love you, so many voices say.

Yeah, you think. Me too.

so, in case it was unclear, reader is still under the imperius by grindelwald. i always thought canon wrote it off a bit easily. though then again, harry potter is a very special boy. still, our reader is not so special and i am believer of the philosophy that things should have consequences, so therefore, we have more angst.

that said, there is no major character death in this fic, if you were worried.

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artemisesarrows · 3 years

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𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts

Paring: Leta Lestrange x Reader

Summary: You loved Leta Lestrange, and she loved you. Its a shame you couldn't tell her that.

Warnings: Angst, Leta's death, and cringy writing

Notes: This is my first fanfic im writing. I will take tips on how to improve my writing, just don't be mean pls :)

Things were so much more simpler when you were all at Hogwarts. A war was the farthest thing in your mind then.

But now, things have changed. You were not the young girl who jumped up and down when you got your letter, or the girl who wanted to become a quidditch seeker. No, You were a lady, on her way to fight in a war. A war against Grindelwald.

You knew the risks of fighting this war, but it was a risk you were willing to take if it meant protecting her

Leta Lestrange, a broken yet beautiful soul, the girl she fell in love with.

Y/n never wanted to fall in love with another girl. She had tried multiple times to get rid of those feelings, she would flirt with other men, go out on dates, and even ended up in bed with them, but those feelings still stayed.

She knew that she had fallen too deep, and just came in terms with those feelings. Many nights were spent with her lying awake wondering what it would feel like to hold her hands or kiss her, but she knew that those feelings would never come.

Leta Lestrange was engaged to someone else, Theseus Scamander. Y/n didn't hate him, he was a kind man, he treated others well, including her, but she couldn't help the jealousy burning in her chest every time she saw them together.

That led to her avoiding Leta, it hurt her too see Leta looking at her with pure sadness, but she couldn't handle the pain.

But now, none of that mattered, Grindelwald was here, and he was stronger than ever.

They were all standing there, around a circle of fire. The blue flames surrounding them, hissing at them. Grindelwald was standing there in the middle of it all, and he began to collect his army from there.

Queenie Goldstien and Credence joined, leaving a heartbroken Nagini and Jacob behind. Now, it was only a matter of time before Leta joined.

Grindelwald had his hand out for Leta, "come home". Leta took his hand, and Y/n felt her stomach drop, but than she left his hand.

Leta was now facing her, Theseus, and Newt, "I love you." She took her wand out and casted a spell on him, Y/n couldn't quiet hear what spell it was but she just knew, this was not going to stop him.

Grindelwald had defeated her, the flames had surrounded her, her body was disintegrating, her brown eyes looked at the three of you, "Get out!".

Y/n felt her world fall apart, she was gone.

Y/n couldn't remember what happened after her death, but she was sitting there sobbing. She never got to hold her, kiss her, hug her, or anything she had always wanted to do. She couldn't even tell her, how she was her everything.

They were just unsaid words.

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sapphicwhxre · 3 years

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xialing-gf · 5 years

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I’m sorry I loved you

requested by anonymous: Hello!! Can you do a drunk! theseus scamander imagine?? where they broke up because of leta because they saw theseus and leta kiss but it's just a misunderstanding and then theseus got drunk and he went to the reader's house and he explained what happened and eventually they got back together?? I live for the angst as well as the fluff

Wc: 1465

tw: drinking, kind of cheating? A bit angsty but there’s a happy ending!

Newt physically hadn’t aged at all, yet here you were, celebrating his birthday surrounding by a couple close friends and many wizards and witches you didn’t recognize. Even if Newt’s numerical age kept climbing up, he would always be the same creature-obsessed, innocent Newt Scamander from Hogwarts. It was hard to believe another year had snuck behind your back. You were certain that only a couple of days ago were people clamoring to take a bite out of the Hippogriff cake Jacob crafted for Newt’s birthday.

“Happy birthday! How’s my second favorite person in the world?” You joked, greeting Newt with a warm hug. As he pulled away, Newt offered a mock look of surprise on his face, his mouth slightly hanging open with shock as he derisively asked, “Second-favorite? I thought I was your favorite!”

“No, you’re definitely my second favorite. My favorite person is Tina Goldstein,” You smiled as the said person entered the room, greeting her with an equally as warm hug. Newt scoffed and placed a protective arm around Tina as she greeted him with a kiss on his cheek. “I think it’s obvious that she likes me the best.”

“If you’re so sure of that, why don’t you propose to her already? I want to be an honorary older relative right now! I bet your child will look adorable,” You grinned, holding in a laugh at the stunned expression that crossed the joyous couple’s faces. They had been dating for a considerable amount of time and although your words had a comedic tone, you still meant what you said. You knew Tina and Newt were inseparable and couldn’t wait for their wedding.

As Newt opened his mouth to reply, a whoop from a nearby room cut through the beginning of his sentence. People began laughing and cheering amusedly, piquing your curiosity. Thankfully Tina and Newt had known you long enough to become familiar with your short attention span and didn’t bat an eyelash when you quickly ended the conversation to go check out the commotion. What could all the commotion possibly be about?

You rounded the corner and stepped into the room where the sound erupted from. A group of people was huddled in a tight circle, standing on their knees and egging on the two people caught in a passionate lip-lock in the middle of a circle. It was an odd sight and ambivalence was the first emotion that came in mind. Then, when the two people pulled away, that emotion twisted into one of intense dolor when you saw that they were Leta Lestrange and your boyfriend, Theseus Scamander. People drunkly cheered for them to kiss again and Theseus’ eyes met yours.

As he stood up slowly, you turned around and speed-walked out of the room, the lust and drunkenness in the air getting too suffocating to bear. You heard footsteps following behind you and you sped up, ignoring the voice you knew too well. It hurt to even hear his voice, much less see his face. You felt intrigued glances burning into your back as you exited out the front door, cool air filling your lungs as you stepped into the dark night. Without looking back, you apparated back to your house and only when you locked the door was when you allowed yourself to collapse completely.

You began packing up all your belongings as quickly as possible with the help of magic, tears welling up in your eyes. You wanted to throw up and break something out of anger at the same time, even though you didn’t consume one drop of alcohol at Newt’s party. Desperate knocking broke the hectic silence, prompting you to pack up faster. As your clothes flew into bags and books floated into boxes, you wrote down a simple sentence down on a sheet of paper in thick marker: “I’m sorry I loved you.”

When all your belongings were packed away, you unlocked the door and Theseus burst in just in time to see you apparate away with all your belongings. The look of shock and hurt on his face would be imprinted in your memory for a while. You apparated to your aunt’s house and spoke with your aunt about staying for a couple nights until you found a place to stay. Of course, she allowed you to stay since she was the most kind-hearted person, and she didn’t question your reason for staying at all.

For the next couple of days, you had trouble falling asleep without Theseus by your side and every morning waking up without him was like experiencing heartbreak all over again. Since you worked at a publishing company, you couldn’t avoid speaking to your ex-lover’s brother. Working with Newt on his new book was a hundred times more awkward than it had ever been before as there was the unspoken incident with his brother hanging in the air.

Newt did try to bring up Theseus with a sly but casual “Hey, so about the thing that happened between you and my brother-”, but instead of receiving a direct response, you cut him off, asking about the page arrangement. Fortunately, he took that interruption as a sign that you didn’t want to talk about Theseus at all. The hurt was still fresh in your brain and you had been working hard to sort out your tangled emotions.

There were a couple identifiable emotions you recognized: anger, betrayal, fear, and despair. You were angry because you couldn’t believe Theseus had the nerve to go and kiss his ex-girlfriend while you were at his brother’s party. You felt betrayed because you thought he actually loved and cared about you, just as he said he did. You were scared because you didn’t know if you could ever love again after having your heart crushed into a million pieces by one of the few people you trusted. And lastly, you felt despair because now you were alone and terrified of what the future held without Theseus being in the picture anymore.

Your aunt did try to cheer you up as you seemed extremely gloomy and moped around the house when you weren’t at work, and you were thankful for her efforts. You were certain that you were almost ready to move on as working on your own emotions the past few days in a pleasant environment drastically improved your mental health. That was until Theseus decided to show up at your door, completely wasted.

“Y/n! I missed you!” You opened the door to find Theseus, who greeted you with a giant hug, his breath reeking of alcohol. He nuzzled his face against yours, laughing a bit as you closed the door behind him, guiding him gently to the couch.

“Theseus, what are you doing here? Drunk?” You asked as you helped him sit down on your aunt’s burgundy couch. Knowing the level of Theseus’ alcohol tolerance, there was a fifty percent chance that this lovely couch might end up with an ugly stain.

“I couldn’t find the courage to speak to you. Until now. I’m so sorry for what I did, I was a coward,” Theseus’ eyes began welling up with tears and your heart shattered again when you saw how horrible you made him feel. Despite all the negative emotions you felt towards him, in the end, you would always love him no matter what. You began to shush him, insisting that all was forgiven and that he should get some rest.

“No, it was my fault for making you feel this way,” Theseus persistently continued, ignoring your protests. “I was too drunk to think about what I was doing and everybody was playing this stupid spin-the-bottle-game and I decided to join and one thing led to the next. I’m so sorry for kissing Leta. That kiss meant nothing to me. I don’t feel anything for her anymore, I’m too in love with you. I know I made a mistake but please take me back. You’re the love of my life and I don’t want you to never forgive me.”

“Oh Theseus,” You mumbled, stroking his hair as he leaned into your shoulder, letting his sobs fall out like heavy rocks dropping from a cliff. “It will be hard to, but I will try to because I still love you. We’re all humans and we all make mistakes in life. We can try again.”

“Thank you,” Theseus smiled, wiping away his tears, and glancing gratefully at you. “Now, I don’t think I’ll ever drink this much again in my life. I’m sick of alcohol.”

“I support your statement full-heartedly,” You laughed, lightening the mood of the environment. Theseus kept his promise and you two managed to put back the scattered pieces of a breathtaking, complex puzzle called love back into their places.

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sweatersarecomfyy · 5 years

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Salamander and the Fangirl (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Summary: Modern Hogwarts AU. Reader is bullied and Newt tries to stand up for her but then they both end up getting stuck in a broom closet together. Pre-established friendship.

Warnings: This is just a lot of corny fluff. Please excuse me. I’m a sucker for it.

A/N: This may or may not be trash but let me know. It was fun to write. Happy almost Christmas. Don’t forget your sweaters.

Word Count: 2,485

“Hey, hey you!” A mean voice shouted at me.

I sighed and kept walking.

“Mudblood. Listen to me.” It was behind me. The person it belonged to grabbed the strap of my shoulder bag and pulled it off.

“Give that back Geoffrey.” I reached out for my bag but the larger Slytherin boy held it just out of reach.

“Why? Can’t live without all your mudblood books, can you?” I tried to stop him from reaching into the bag, but someone came behind me and grabbed my arms, pinning them behind me.

I looked up and it was one of Geoffrey’s oafish friends. They all went around tormenting younger student’s for fun. This scuffle was attracting the attention of some of the students but unfortunately, they never got caught by the professors.

He reached into my bag and pulled out my journal and flipped through it.

“Stop it. That’s private.” I begged, tears in my eyes.

“That’s the point.” He laughed. “Would you rather me rip up this?” He pulled out one of my books, a muggle one, my adventure story.

“No. Just stop.”

He laughed. “Ooh, this is just too good.” A couple more of his cronies gathered around as he started to read out loud. “Today was really bad. Snape was horrid in potions even though I was really trying my hardest. People keep teasing me because I am muggle-born. I thought they would get used to it by the time I was in the 4th year. Anyway. I felt a lot better at the end of the day when I talked to Newt in the common room. He cheered me up and taught me some stuff he learned about dragons. I really like him, but I don’t think he likes me. After all he is a year above me.”

My face was turning red and all the kids standing around were laughing. I struggled to escape.

“That’s so embarrassing!” Geoffrey shouted. “The fangirl likes the salamander.”

I couldn’t see through all the tears in my eyes. “Just give it back. Let me go!” I shouted.

Someone broke through the circle of Slytherins. A tall, slender, red-head who was unmistakably Newt Scamander. He looked around at what was happening. His eyes landed on me for a second, and then observed Geoffrey who was holding my belongings. I felt my face growing even redder.

“What’s going on here, let her go.” He said softly to Geoffrey. “You have no right to look through someone’s belongings like that, or to touch her.”

He scoffed “Seems as if the salamander likes mudbloods too.” A flicker of confusion crossed Newt’s face. “What are you gonna do about it?”

I saw it before Newt did and I screamed “Newt, look out!” but it was too late, he too now had his arms pinned behind his back.

“How are you gonna protect her now?” Geoffrey got uncomfortably close to Newt, who surged forward, as if to try and attack him, only to be held back by the stronger Slytherin.

Everyone was laughing now. “Want a taste of the mud, salamander boy, ‘cause she sure wants a taste of you.” Geoffrey backed up and signaled to the two guys holding us. They pushed us around the corner and spotted a broom closet. He opened it up and the two shoved us inside. Geoffrey threw my bag and books in and then slammed the door behind us before we had time to react.

“Don’t bother with alohomora on this door, it doesn’t work.”

Newt banged his fist against the door. “Come on, let us out.”

Laughter filtered through the thick door. “Not a chance. We’ll give you plenty of private time to snog. We’ll be back, hmm, how about tomorrow?” More laughter.

“You’ll get caught!” I yelled.

“No, but maybe you will. Well, goodbye then.” Their laughter echoed on the stone as we heard their footsteps fading away.

I backed away from the door and sat on the floor against the wall, burying my face in my hands. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” He sat down opposite me in the small closet. “It’s those idiots.”

“How much did you hear?” I asked peeking out.

“Erm. I heard you shouting when I came down the hall, so I went to see what was happening. I didn’t hear anything before that.”

I breathed out in relief. “Okay good.”

“But what do they mean that erm, you want to, to, taste…”

I buried my head again.

“Well, they were just teasing you, I guess.” He smiled briefly.

“Yeah, yeah. That they were.” I laughed.

“What happened? Why were they bullying you?” He asked, his eyebrows knitted together in a very adorable way.

“You know that I like to read muggle stories about magic, and that I��m not that good at magic. Geoffrey used to be my friend and I would tell him about the stories, and then he changed.” I shook my head. “It’s pathetic.”

“You’re not pathetic. He’s just confused that’s all. And for the record I think you’re brilliant.”

“Not brilliant enough to stop them from stealing my bag and reading my journal in front of the whole school.” I grimaced.

“So that’s what happened.”

“Yes.”

“That’s terrible.”

I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to keep my secret from him, especially because basically the whole school would know by now. “Erm, Newt?”

“Yeah?”

I pulled my schoolbag and books towards me and brushed the cover of my journal before slipping it back in my bag. “You should probably know what they read just so you don’t get a distorted view from other people.

“Oh um. Alright.” He turned a little red. “Is it about someone you fancy?”

I nodded.

“It’s ok. You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to.” He looked away from me.

“I fancy you Newt, that’s what they read aloud.” I felt heat rising to my face. “I’m sorry. But you should hear it from me not others.”

He let out a breath that he seemed to have been holding in. “Oh good. I thought, I thought it would have been someone else.”

My eyes shot back to him. “What?”

“I fancy you too. I was really worried you would have said someone else. I mean why would you want to date a fifth year like me when you could have anyone else.”

I laughed. “Anyone else?”

“Well yeah, I mean, I’ve heard…well, no matter.” He blushed.

“I thought you wouldn’t want to date a fourth year.” I shifted my legs so that I could see his face better. “And what do you mean about what you’ve heard?”

“Just that there were other people who may have liked you. I heard Geoffrey liked you for instance.”

“Well he certainly has an odd way of showing it.”

He looked me in the eye. “You didn’t phrase it that way they said, with the erm ‘taste’ thing, did you? When you said that you liked me in your journal?”

I picked up on what he was talking about “Merlin, no. That was all them. All I said was that I liked you, but I didn’t think you liked me. Simply. Nothing about anything else.”

He smiled shyly. We looked at each-other and laughed.

“Are they really going to keep us here all night?” I asked.

“I guess it’s a good thing it’s Friday.” He looked through the cracks in the door. “It’s pretty late already. I guess we could do our homework.”

We got out our books and started, working together on some things. I knew Newt was bright, but he was absolutely brilliant, plus he had already gone through all my coursework and had great tips on how to do it. Due to the fact that we had nothing else to do we got through all of the next’s weeks homework in a couple of hours. We lit up our wands so that we could keep on working after the sun set.

“If you were my constant study-buddy, I would get much better grades.” I said as I wrote the last line to my potions essay.

He smiled over his book. “Ok then.”

I blushed. “You’ve really signed yourself up for something.” I warned.

“I don’t mind if you don’t. I quite like spending time with you.” It was his turn to blush.

“Alright then.” I held out my pinky.

He looked at it questioningly.

“It’s a muggle thing. A pinky promise.”

“What are we promising?” He asked.

“I guess it’s more like an agreement to be each-others study buddies.” I said, still holding out my pinky.

“Is this your way of asking me to be your, your boyfriend?”

I paused. “Do you want it to be?” I asked.

He lifted his hand and wrapped his pinky around mine. “Yes.” He smiled wider than I had ever seen.

I smiled too, and our hands broke apart.

He checked his watch. “We still have a lot of time till morning.” He looked at me with an awkward expression.

“I have a book. Do you want me to read it to you?”

“What is it about?” He asked.

“It’s called The Hobbit. It’s about a magical world. They have dragons and adventures and lots of other cool stuff. It’s also really well-written.”

“If it’s got dragons I will love it.”

“It doesn’t come in until later.” I said.

“Well then we’ll just have to keep reading together.”

I smiled and pulled the book out of my bag and started reading. I read just like I would with my little sister at home. I did all the voices and everything. Newt laughed with me when I did the lower voices of the dwarves. His eyes fixated on me and he was transfixed on the story. At one point I moved next to him so that he could hold his wand light up while I held the book.

I kept reading as I tentatively rested my head on his shoulder, seeing if he would react, if he would mind. His head leaned onto mine, so I figured he was alright with it. I kept reading for a while and then yawned.

“Are we going to stay up all night?” I asked. When there was no response I looked at his face, trying not to move, and saw that his eyes were closed. He had fallen asleep. I smiled to myself and closed my eyes, leaning into him more and falling asleep myself.

A small flicker of light danced across my eyes and I blinked into the morning light streaming dustily into the closet. Newt was still asleep and was holding onto my arm.

I poked him in the shoulder. “Newt.” He didn’t wake. “NEWT.” He blinked his eyes.

“Morning.” He muttered. “We still here?”

“Yep.” I said.

He straightened up a bit more and didn’t even get embarrassed at the amount of physical contact. “What are we going to do when they find us?” He asked.

I thought for a second and then a smile broke across my face. “Do you want to do something that will really scare them?”

He looked at me blearily. “What do you have in mind?” He asked cautiously.

“It just something they do in muggle movies when they don’t want to actually show the two actors snogging. So, you know that they have kissed, but you haven’t actually seen it.”

He smiled cheekily “Sure, why not? Our reputations will be ruined anyways.”

“Alright. Untuck your shirt, and undo your tie, just a bit.” I reached into my bag to find my lipstick.

I looked up and he had done what I asked. I reached up and ruffled his hair so it stuck up in an odd way. His ears turned a bit red, but he was fine. I untucked my shirt too and then mussed up my own hair.

“What’s that?” He asked, pointing to the lipstick.

“Lipstick. I’m going to put it on your face to make it look like I’ve kissed you.”

“Oh.”

“Is that alright?”

“Yeah”

I knelt in front of him and put a good layer on my fingers. Then I pressed it to his face in several places, then rubbed it over. With any luck no one could tell the difference between real and fake lip-stick marks.

I stopped to look at my work. He looked like he had just been snogged alright. Frankly his hair looked adorable and his slight scruffiness made him all the more attractive. I caught myself looking into his eyes and blushed.

“I have a question.” He stated, looking back into my eyes.

I gulped. “Yeah?”

“Why didn’t we actually just kiss?”

“I erm, well, I’ve never…” I scratched my neck and looked down to the floor “I’ve never actually done it before.”

He slipped his hand under my chin and lifted my face towards him. I thought it was a pretty smooth move, especially for him, and then I saw how red his face was. It was taking all his courage at this point. My eyes widened, and he faltered.

“Well, I-If you don’t want to that’s fine. Ok.”

“You are my boyfriend…” I said smiling.

“But don’t feel pressured.” He said in panic.

I felt him about to move away so I leaned forward to where my lips were almost touching his. He closed the distance and pressed his lips firmly against mine. I closed my eyes and kissed back. I know I probably wasn’t too great at it, but I didn’t care because my whole being felt alive. I had heard a lot of people describe kissing, but this wasn’t quite like any of those descriptions, no matter how unexperienced I was with the whole thing.

There was a clanging at the door and we broke apart. I smiled at him and he was beaming back, although as usual, not making eye-contact. We heard mean laughter again and Geoffrey’s voice yelling something crude. The door swung open and Newt and I both blinked in the light, still facing each-other, and pretty close.

All the Slytherins’ mouths dropped open at our appearance and Geoffrey let out a weird kind of whine.

“But…” He said stupidly, standing there and blinking like a frog.

I grabbed my bag and swung it over my shoulder with Newt following suit, I stood up and took his hand, helping him up too. I marched out into the sunlight with my head held high and walked straight up to Geoffrey.

“What were you expecting? After all, I did want a taste of him.” I smirked around at the Slytherins and shoved past them, dragging Newt by the hand behind me. They gawked at us as we walked away. We got quite a few stares from others as well, but nothing beat the feeling of holding Newt’s hand as we walked along those corridors.

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Fantastic Beasts Masterlist

Legend:

Angst: 🌩

Fluff: ❤️

Smut: 🔥

Who Needs Plans Anyway? - Newt Scamander x female reader 🔥❤️

Valentine’s Day plans go south when you arrive home hot, flustered and ready to go.

Dating Queenie Goldstein Headcanons - Gender Neutral❤️🌩

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Toxic. (Newt x Reader) Part 3

A/N: Here’s part 3! This is the final part and as promised: it will fix all your broken hearts. Thanks for reading and leaving feedback, it’s always appreciated! Enjoy :)

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Words: 4.227 ➡️Part 1 of Toxic HERE ➡️Part 2 of Toxic HERE ➡️Masterlist

15th March, 1927

It was 5:30 pm when you finished work and exited the salon, taking a deep breath of the breezy spring air.

„See you tomorrow, Y/N“, your co-worker smiled and locked the door. You nodded, returning the smile and tighten your camel coat.

„Goodbye“, you said and walked away. The Londoner streets were pretty busy this Tuesday evening, especially Oxford Street with its endless stores. The inviting smell of herbs and fruits surrounded you, its source was a small tea shop. The displays were lovingly decorated with fine porcelain cups, colorful teas and fresh flowers.

You remembered that a customer, an elderly lady, had asked for a cup of black tea yesterday, but the caddy had been empty. Instead she got mint. It wasn’t a big deal, but a small detail that you rated very important. Every customer deserved full satisfaction - even on a cup of tea.

Since you came back from America a few weeks ago, you started working as a hairdresser again. Linda, the owner of the salon, had welcomed you warmly and together with four co-workers you fulfilled the wishes of men and women. Trimming, washing, shaving and blow-drying: you loved to put a smile on people’s faces after they admired your work in the mirror. It made you happy. And happiness is what you needed right now.

A bell above the tea shop’s entrance declared your visit and the owner greeted you politely.

„How can I help you, miss?“, the white-haired man asked and smiled, countless crinkles framed his friendly eyes.

„A full package of black tea and hibiscus, please.“

„Of course, of course“, the owner took his little shovel to scoop the tea into the package. You let your eyes roaming the cozy room and immediately froze when you caught a familiar figure on the street. Newt?

„Here you go, Miss“, the old man handed your order and you hastily payed him.

„Keep the change!“, you said while rushing towards the door, stumbling outside on the crowded pavement. You pushed your way through the people while searching for the wizard, but he was nowhere to be seen.

„Ah“, you gasped after someone bumped into you, causing your tea to fall down. You quickly picked it up and entered a fashion boutique to escape the rush. The slow rhythm of the quiet jazz music there was a contrast to your racing heart. You grabbed a dress, any dress, to disappear in one of the dressing rooms. You sat down on the stool and covered your face with your hands. What were you doing? He had hurt you, he had broke your heart and still you ran after him at the smallest glimpse. Newt Scamander, the man you were deeply in love with, had chosen another woman over you. He didn’t say it out loud, but you felt it. His eyes back then at the Goldstein’s fire-place had said more than words could.

„Miss, do you need help?“, a female voice followed by a light knock snapped you out of your thoughts. You sniffed and realized that you had been crying.

„I-I’m fine, thank you“, you lied and shut your mouth to muffle the sobs. The saleswoman seemed to hesitate but soon you heard the distant clicking of her heels and relaxed.

You whipped the tears away and for the first time took a closer look at the dress. It had a high neck with a diamond-shaped cut-out to reveal some cleavage. The seam of the royal blue silk reached the ankles and would elegantly caress any female body. It was beautiful. You considered buying it; maybe it was time for something new. And your closet lacked some nice dresses for going-out adventures.

Unfortunately you had picked the wrong size and so you were ready to leave the dressing room to grab the right one, when you heard someone entering the boutique. It was the person’s voice that got you froze in place all over again.

„How can I help you, sir?“

„Uh, I need some shirt buttons I suppose“, a man answered and there was no doubt - It was Newt. You stood completely still to eavesdrop the conversation better.

„Yes, he does. A pair with jewel, please“, a female voice added and it wasn’t the saleswoman. Newt was there with another woman. Your heart skipped a beat. Was is Leta?

„Of course. Follow me please.“ Their footsteps faded away and you assumed they were in the back of the store. Debating what to do, you decided to sneak out of the dressing room and tiptoed to the sales area to hang back the dress.

„Was the dress too big?“ You flinched and turned to face another saleswoman. Her red lips carried a perfect smile. „I saw you picking it before. It is truly a charming dress that would flatter your eyes and figure, Miss“, she gushed way too loud for your liking.

„Thank you.“ You lowered your head and took a step away, but the woman didn’t register your leaving. She fumbled at the clothes rack, making the hangers squeak sharply and you cringed. Proudly, she held up the blue dress for you to see and from the corner of your eyes you spotted Newt and the two women coming back. You quickly turned your back on them.

„Miss?“, the saleswoman next to you asked, but you kept silent. You stared at the shop window and saw the weak reflection of Newt.

He had his hands buried deep inside the pockets of his coat, his head titled low so his messy fringe covered most of his view. He gazed around, clearly unsure what to do while the two women next to him were eagerly discussing which shirt buttons were more elegant. Then, your eyes widen as you recognized his coat. He wasn’t wearing his usual blue worn-out coat, but a new grey one that fitted his upper body perfectly. It was made of tough cotton with various and spacious pockets, handmade by one of the most talented tailors in New York City. You knew that, because you had bought it. It had been your birthday gift to Newt. After your break-up you were sure that he would toss it in the trash, but here he was, wearing it.

Suddenly, you saw the unknown woman looking straight at your back and Newt followed her eyes. You swallowed hardly and felt your face heating up. Panic rose up like a giant wave and threatened to break over you.

Newt’s company walked over and you couldn’t move. Your legs and feet felt like stone.

„What a beautiful dress!“, she exclaimed excitedly and the saleswoman handed it over to her. She swirled with it, letting the light silk dance in the air.

„Isn’t it perfect, Newt?“, she asked and you slightly twitched at his name. You needed to get out of here.

„Leta, don’t you think that you own enough dresses? Besides, looking for a wedding-dress should be your first priority in that matter“, Newt scolded half-heartedly and it stung your heart. A wedding-dress? Does that mean…?

„Oh, you don’t get it! You are a man, Newt“, Leta whined and faced you. „Any woman should have a dress like this, right?“, she asked you directly and all eyes focused on you. For god’s sake, since when got the jazz music so loud? It pounded painfully in your ears - until you realized it was your own pulse.

You slowly looked at Leta without moving your head and recognized the woman on the photograph that Newt kept in his shed. Expect she was more beautiful in real life.

Tears started to fill your eyes and Leta’s smile dropped. „Are you alright?“ She placed her hand gently on your shoulder. Her touch was warm and caring, and in that moment you couldn’t blame Newt for loving Leta.

Then, you saw the door opening. Another customer, a middle-aged woman with black dyed hair, entered the boutique. She was your savior, you thought. Her dramatic sigh made everyone direct their attention to her - she then forced her wet umbrella on the younger saleswoman with the red lips.

„Oh dear, it’s raining cats and dogs. This nasty weather almost destroyed my hair.“ She straightened her black strains and gasped in excitement at the sight of you. So much for being your savior…

With quick little steps, the woman reached you and put her arms around you, giving a firm hug. People might assume that you were best friends, or mother and daughter, but in fact you had seen her once before.

Yesterday, when you had cut her hair at the salon.

She kissed your cheek and grabbed your shoulders and suddenly you felt your body being moved. In total shock and disbelief, you made eye-contact with Newt.

„This lovely girl gave me this pretty cut yesterday! She’s an angel, so talented and nice. Thanks again, my dear“, she praised you and swung her hair for proof.

Newt’s eyes widened and he took a step towards you before he froze. The wizard swallowed while his mind was running wild. You could tell. You had seen Newt like this whenever he would approach a new creature that was unfamiliar with him. He’d took wary steps, head slightly down and eyes focused on the creature. Newt’s pupil would slightly dart from side to side - really quickly; so fast that one could only see it if they were aware of it. That quirk was a sign for the million thoughts that flooded his brain.

Leta was clearly confused and looked between the two of you. Her hand lightly touched Newt’s sleeve and a small sparkle got your attention. A beautiful diamond ring decorated her hand and it was the final straw.

Your heart was being teared apart in the most brutal way possible. If the black haired woman didn’t hold your shoulders, you would have collapsed on the ground for sure.

„Y/N…“, Newt finally spoke. You shook your head.

No, he couldn’t do that. He wasn’t allowed to say your name, not after he had destroyed you. Not with his heart belonging to this woman with his ring on.

Tears streamed down your cheeks and a sob left your trembling lips. Newt’s hand dashed forward to grab your wrist, afraid you would leave again, but his action made you react.

Without knowing it, you had slapped his face.

So hard that your hand tickled from the impact, Newt’s face had been pushed to the side. He stood completely still, slightly nodding to himself. The silence was unbearable and made you realize of what you had done.

„I-I’m sorry…“, you mumbled and turned, running out of the shop. You bumped into people, stumbled here and there, but that didn’t matter. You needed to get away - far, far away from Newt and Leta. Away from their luck. Away from their shared future that had no room for you.

The heavy rain drowned your clothes and mixed with your hot tears, turning them invisible. You felt somewhat grateful for the whim of nature.

Cars honked in chorus as you carelessly crossed the busy street.

„Y/N!“ , someone screamed. It was Newt.

Your heart demanded you to go back, but your brain forced your feet to keep running. You made it safely to the opposite pavement, but crushed into a woman. You fell to your knees and then a pair of hands pulled you up and dragged you two into a narrow side street. Your instinct told you to scream for help, but the same hands pressed against your mouth.

„Don’t make a fuss. We don’t want attention, do we?“, Tina asked and let go of you. She smirked a little when your eyes became big.

„Tina? What… Why are you here?“ You felt relieve to see your friend in front of you and it almost got you crying again. However, the female Auror pointed to the side and your happiness instantly vanished at the sight of Newt who rushed towards you.

You desperately grasped at Tina’s coat. „Please, get us out of here! Do this transportation thing!“, you begged her. Tina knitted her eyebrows, debating to either fulfill your plead or not. The decision came naturally to her as Newt was just a few meters away, his harried breathing already audible.

„Hold on!“, she ordered and you did.

„No!“, Newt shouted, but it was too late. Your body was being stretched and squeezed in the magical stream of time, your skin felt like burning, your blood like boiling - but it numbed the pain of your shattered heart. Temporary.

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It took you a while to overcome the sickness. You laid on your couch while Queenie brought you a cup of camomile tea. The warm liquid calmed your roaring stomach and nerves.

„Thank you, Queenie.“ You smiled at her.

Tina had apparated you two into your London flat where the other Goldstein sister had waited impatiently. It didn’t surprise you much, it was obvious that Tina wouldn’t travel without her beloved other half.

You sat up after drinking half of the tea.

„As much as I’m happy to see you, but what are you doing here?“, you asked straight away and Tina took a seat next to you, placing her hand on your shoulder.

„Newt is having a book launch party this weekend at 7 o´clock“, she started and you frowned.

„At a bookstore in Diagon Alley. We can show you the way and accompany you…-„

Tina shut up when you raised your hand.

„Why are you telling me all this?“, you asked and Queenie kneeled in front of you. Her eyes reflected hope and assurance and it increased your confusion.

„Oh, Y/N, darling. Go to this party and talk to Newt. Trust us.“

You scoffed and shook your head. But Queenie didn’t let go and took your hands, squeezing them gently. She got your full attention again.

„I know that he hurt you, I can feel your pain…“, she said and you gulped. „… but I also know the truth. So please trust me when I say that everything will be alright.“

Trust. It was the reason why Newt had left you. Yes, it was wrong to touch his private stuff as he despised nothing more than that. But the anger concealed your conscience as you recalled the latest events. Newt was going to marry Leta. The overwhelming evidence spoke for itself. The photograph, the letter, the ring. You were a pleasant time killer for him until Leta decided to take what was hers. So how were you supposed to face the love of your life knowing all this? Knowing that there was no hope.

But Queenie was always right. She could read minds and knew people’s true feelings, thoughts and intentions. Trusting her meant to trust in another future. The image of you sitting alone in your dark living-room while wallowing in self-pity started to fade away. Instead, you saw yourself feeding the mooncalves, surrounded by all the creatures that grew dear to your heart, with Newt by your side who looked at you in awe. You nodded to Queenie when tears filled your eyes again. She fought her own sadness, but her knowing smile encouraged you.

There’s was nothing to loose. This time you would do it right and trust.

19th March, 1927

You had visited Diagon Alley before. Newt brought you along when he ran an errand last summer. The cobblestoned street with its many colorful shops and restaurants fascinated you throughout your visit. Newt had promised you to take you with him there more often - but he didn’t.

Now you stood in front of the green book store named Flourish & Blotts, a big poster by the entrance that promoted Newt Scamander’s book Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them.

The night was surprisingly cold, so you tightened your coat and looked behind you. Tina and Queenie stood a few meters away and nodded. They would wait for you inside The Leaky Cauldron, a Wizarding pub.

You took one deep breath and then entered the book store where a well-dressed man welcomed you.

„Good evening, Miss“, he said and you handed him Tina’s invitation for the party. The man accepted it and took your coat, revealing your black cocktail dress. A few guests turned around to admire your appearance and some men would even cast you a smirk.

You grabbed a glass of champagne and made your way through the crowd. Witches and wizards of all ages had gathered to celebrate one man’s work. Newt must be nervous with all this attention.

You took a sip and gazed around.

You saw a desk at the end of the room, endless piles of Newt’s book covered the table. A poster informed that there would be a signing session and you actually considered taking part in it when all of a sudden the store was filled with thunderous applause.

You followed everybody’s eyes that were directed to the front desk - now with three people at it: Leta, a young man that looked utterly familiar and Newt.

You titled your head when you recognized the blue dress Leta was wearing - the blue dress you originally planned to buy at the boutique at Oxford Street.

The Magizoologist bowed slightly and smiled awkwardly. He was clearly uncomfortable, but tried his best to hide it. You drowned your glass and gave it to one of the waiters that provided the guests with alcohol and snacks.

„Ladies and gentleman, dear colleagues“, the unknown man spoke up and the room fell silent. He was the opposite of Newt - he stood upright with his eyes straight forward to address the crowd. Newt’s posture was a little hunched while he listened to the man’s speech that praised his work.

It was the usual: acknowledging the effort, emphasizing the impact it will have on the community and the oh so important assistance of the Ministry of Magic.

But then he said something that pricked up your ears.

„… and I have to declare my pride“, he said and faced Newt. „My little brother can be sometimes exhausting. The fact that he knows more about magical creatures than human behavior is the greatest proof…“ Giggles and laughter interrupted his speech and Newt flashed a nervous smile towards the crowd, ducking his head in guilt. Little brother?

„But I am proud of what he has done. He wrote this book with much blood, sweat and tears and I am thankful for the useful knowledge he is sharing with the Wizarding world. So, ladies and gentleman, let’s raise our glasses to celebrate this special evening. Cheers!“

When everybody took a sip of their drinks, you were busy studying the face of Newt’s brother. Why didn’t he tell you about him? You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the people in front of you leaving, making you the closest person to the desk.

Now exposed, Newt’s brother caught your stare and you flinched. Crap. He smiled at your blushing face and Leta followed his gaze, as did Newt.

You turned around and disappeared into the crowd. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t face him. How stupid have you been for believing the tables could be turned?

Scolding yourself mentally, you weren’t aware of Newt chasing you. When he finally reached you, he tapped your shoulder hastily, causing you to jump in surprise. You bumped into a woman and her champagne spilled over her evening dress. She gasped.

„Oh no, I’m…I’m so sorry…“, you stuttered and Newt offered the woman a cloth. „My apologies“, he mumbled and put his hands on your waist, guiding you towards a quieter area.

His touch made your heart pound in pure bliss and he must have noticed your stiffness, because he let go of you.

Newt hesitated. „How are you?“, he asked. You glanced up at him and god that was a mistake. His freckled face was tensed and his usual full lips being pressed into a thin line. Just his ocean blue eyes were sincere and kind as you’d remembered them. You pulled yourself together.

„Fine“, you spatted. „Since you broke up with me.“ Newt shifted and lowered his head.

„I’ve… never broke up with you.“

„You wanted me to leave and you let me go.“ The memories brought up the hurt and anger, but you suppressed the emotions. Newt kept silent and fumbled with his sleeve.

Then, you couldn’t take it anymore.

„Why haven’t you told me about your engagement?“

Newt’s head shot up, his eyes wide and paralyzed. „My what?“, he asked and his faked ignorance made you angry.

„You are going to marry Leta. I saw her ring… you were talking about a wedding dress with her. I understand, but why didn’t you tell me about it. Why did you let me suffer?“ You were choking on your words and soon sobbing. The Hufflepuff grabbed your bare shoulders and rushed to a corner.

Your back was pressed against the cold wall while Newt’s tall figure towered over you. You let him hold you.

„I am not marrying Leta. It’s my brother’s ring she’s waring“, he explained and you completely froze. „Theseus, my brother, is going to marry Leta“, Newt repeated strongly and his big eyes begged for your understanding.

Realisation slowly started to rise. „So the shirt buttons you bought…“ He raised his hands to show you the small accessory.

„… were for this event and not my wedding“, he clarified and you let out a shaky breath you kept way too long in.

His lower lip quivered as he saw your relief.

„My love“, he whispered and carefully cupped your face with his hands. He was shaking and you leaned into his touch. If his love had been as essential as water, then your soul was for sure a desert, thirsty for his caresses and devotion.

„I though you hated me.“ His grip intensified. „I could never hate you“, he assured you.

„I’m sorry for what I’ve said to you“, Newt gently rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs. „I… I-I should have … told yo…-“

You shook your head and placed your fingers against his mouth, hushing him.

„Don’t talk, we can do this later“, you panted and the wizard shuddered at your heavy lidded eyes. He knew this look.

Without thinking twice, he navigated you to the bathrooms and you had trouble keeping up with his pace. A little smirk formed on your lips at Newt’s neediness. It made your heart skip a beat at the fact that he wanted you as bad as you wanted him.

You giggled like a little schoolgirl when he locked the door and stumbled back to you. Newt shyly laid his hands low on your hips and your own hands found the hem of his coat.

„I hope you like your present“, you said and patted the grey fabric. He sheepishly grinned and pointed to his breast pocket.

„Very much. But I’m not the only one.“ On cue, the tiny green head of Pickett lurked out and greeted you with his high pitched voice.

You smiled happily at the sight of the little creature. Oh, you couldn’t wait to see the rest of them.

„Let me express my thanks for that wonderful present.“ You raised an eyebrow and expectedly watched him until he bent down to press his lips against yours.

The kiss was sweet and lovingly, so pure and right that it healed your broken heart within seconds.

Newt whimpered into the kiss, his hands glided to the small of your back to pull you even closer.

All the bad memories were erased by this one simple touch.

Pickett, however, didn’t appreciate the close contact and squeaked to protest. You and Newt let go of each other and he flashed you an apologizing look. His freckled hand found yours to intertwine your fingers.

He pecked your nose and admired your face. He always enjoyed memorizing the little details of your beautiful features. Knowing that you were all his again made him to the happiest man on earth.

„You are my everything, Y/N“, Newt confessed and guided your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles. You smiled in response. „Now and forever“, you added and mimicked his gentle gesture.

He blushed faintly and after you had shared another sweet kiss, you decided to head back to the party.

Newt stole two glasses of champagne of the waiter’s tray and offered you one glass. Tonight ,you would not only celebrate the launching of his book, but also the reunion of your love. The night was still young and the live music swayed everyone in a soft rhythm. You blamed the aftermath of your little make-out session in the bathroom for Newt’s urge to dance. He pulled you closer, his free hand on your waist while he balance his drink in his other hand.

You laughed at his lost eyes, his try to let himself carry by the music, but it was you who had to lead .

Yes, you were going to enjoy tonight without any worries. Tomorrow, you would talk things out and enter back reality. But for now, you would pretend that everything was alright. The End. 🖤Tag-List: @jessiejunebug @social-awkwardnesss @jackdawsonsgrl @0from-another-galaxy0 @imcalledflorence @itsintothegreatbeyondstuff @jl-loves-daisies @ann-is-amazing-person @newtsobrienss @usernamemingmei @alihru @barbarachern @babyhufflepuff @wizardingworlddiehardfan @rubyreds-stuff @fireflyloki28 @fandomtrashwhore @theroyalbrownbarbie @pparkerssweetheart

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fyeahfbimagines · 6 years

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Tina trying to help Reader after Queenie left her to join Grindelwald? Something like that. Have a nice day! :)

(COG SPOILERS!!)

It was silent in the cemetery now, the larges cries of what you thought was the ring of fire surrounding grindelwald gone. You collapsed to your ones as you realize:

Shes gone. Queenie is gone.

You look down at the ground, feeling the sting of the tears in your eyes. How could she? Why? How were you going to get her back? Is she gone forever?

With so many thoughts running through your head you didn’t even notice that Tina had a hand on your shoulder.

“...(Y/N)?” She whispers, snapping you out of your horrible thoughts. A sob cuts through your throat and you coil. You stand up quickly and grab Tina, giving her a hug. She embraces it, cradling your head with her hand. You cry into her shoulder, soaking the fabric.

“What are we going to do...” you choked out, hugging Tina tighter. For the first time Tina didn’t know. She couldn’t think, her heart was numb.

“I don’t know.”

#angst #oops #fbatcog spoilers #fbawtft #queenie goldstein #hpu #newt scamander #tina goldstein #harry potter #ff #fantastic beasts and where to find them #harry potter imagines #queenie x reader #queenie goldstein gif #queenie goldstein x reader #wlw

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annuities · 5 years

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Schilderwald; four

pairing: theseus scamander x reader

summary: basically, eighteen days later and you’re confused all over again

notes: i know this is a bit abrupt, but reader is basically already kidnapped in this chapter. it’s a bit of canon divergence that has newt rendezvousing w/ tina before hopping off to france. tina tells newt about you, this super duper smart auror who figured out where credence + grindelwald are. but the thing is, you’re leaving really soon and he really needs your help so he can save credence.

therefore, kidnapping happens.

notes: find chapter one and two here.

The trip back to your housing is a blur. Because for the first time since… Forever, you’re crying. And it isn’t just cute little sniffles that actresses do either. It’s becomes huge, heaving sobs as you enter the apartment.

You cry some more in the shower, where every breath hurts. And you try to brush the hurt off like the grime that washes off with the strawberry shampoo, fruity but with none of its sweetness.

You finally descend into bed as an exhausted heap, curling into yourself beneath the white sheets. The room is unfamiliar and cold, but you haven’t slept in over twenty hours and you give yourself away to the inky tendrils of the darkness willingly.

Completely unaware you would wake up in a different place.

Or perhaps, some part of you does, because after you’re gone, a silvery shape leaps out the window, off to seek help.

“Be gentle, she’ll wake up—”

…

“You’re going to stuff a sleeping woman in that?”

A woman bursts into Woolworth the next morning. She’s clearly well-off by the quality of her leather boots and the wool of her trench coat. But what draws Leta Lestrange’s attention is the silver hair, narrowed [coloured] eyes and the loud, authoritative voice as she demands to see Torquil Travers.

While she would’ve usually just left this to the receptionist, Leta’s feeling particularly charitable this morning at the sight of the receptionist pushed to tears. Walking over, she presents herself.

“Hello, ma’am,” she says, and the familiar accent of the Queen’s country draws the woman’s attention. “My name is Leta Lestrange, I’m his second-in-command, can I help you?’

“Oh yes,” the woman returns in a sharp, clipped voice, and for a moment Leta understands why the receptionist is in tears. “You can help. You will tell me why, my daughter’s Patronus came to me as a distress signal, last night midnight. In France, when she’s supposed to be here, in America.”

Leta looks up in surprise. “What’s your daughter’s name?” she asks, even though there’s a sinking feeling in her gut that she already know who it is.

The woman gives her an imperative stare. “[Name] [Surname].”

There’s a vague sort of horror rising in her gut because A: this is the former Head of DMLE and one of the most powerful witches in the world. And B: you, who was a major investigator in the Grindelwald case as well as one of the most valuable assets had just been kidnapped, possibly by Grindelwald, which meant that there was a large possibility that Grindelwald already knew that France was compromised.

But the panic is also stemming from the fact that Leta knows you. Passionate, fierce and so loyal, so driven. Everyone loved you. Despite everything— If anything, if anyone, you didn’t deserve this.

“I’ll bring you to Travers,” she says. “But he’s in a private audience right now with Piquery. I don’t know what I can do for you about that. What about The—”

“No,” the woman says firmly. “Take me to him. If you can find Scamander, get him here too. I want to know how exactly my daughter got kidnapped so close to the American Ministry and how he let it happen.” The woman finishes through gritted teeth.

Leta leads her— Madame [Surname] (by Merlin, [Surname]!) to the large set mahogany on the top floor of Woolworth. It’s heavy and hulking, the etchings on it clearly luxurious. To this day, Leta still hesitates to knock— Because it reminds her too much of her father, or France of her childhood home and the silence, the dark hallways. But [Surname] clearly holds none of Leta’s reservation because with the flick of a finger, the doors slam open with a heavy bang.

Leta’s five feet away and off to find Theseus when the screaming begins. [Surname]’s voice is loud and powerful in her rage, there are a few softer voices that seem to be trying to quell her.

There’s a grief in her voice, smothered by the anger. Leta, briefly, for a single moment, wonders if this is how the older [Surname] was coping with the loss of the younger.

Her shoes makes a sharp clicking sound against even the carpet in Leta’s urgency. Stopping sharply in front of the meeting room, she squares her shoulders and opens the door with the sort of strength [Surname] just opened the other door.

Theseus’ face is the first she sees, his handsome features are pulled tight with concentration — broken now by Leta’s entrance — as he was helping another man with something.

“Leta?” He makes his way toward her instantly, hand on her shoulder, unwavering support. That was why she fell in love with him. “What’s wrong?”

Leta lowers her head, her words caught in her throat, suddenly unsure how to tell him about… About you. Theseus cared about you and she was afraid of how he would react.

“Leta?” His voice is more urgent now. “What is it?”

Willing herself to move, she raises her head slowly and staring into Theseus’ eyes, she says, slowly. “[Name]’s… Gone?”

His eyes widen, denial already worming his way into his heart. “What?” he says, relaxing. “She’s just in one of her tantrums, we had… An argument.” It was clearly more than that, by the hesitation in his voice, but Leta needs to make him understand.

“No, Theseus,” she says. “She’s been taken. Kidnapped.”

And he jerks, lurching himself out of her arm, and the loss of his warmth feels like a stab to her heart.

He freezes, still in the room for a moment, eyes glassy and empty, before he looks up. “When?” he asks, a single breath against the sudden chilling air. There’s a stillness in the air, the slightly crackling of electricity before a storm. Leta wishes he would yell. She wishes he would let her know what he was thinking, instead of this silent, unpredictable anger.

Leta swallows. “Last night, Theseus. Her mother’s here now, talking with Piquery. [Surname] says that [Name]’s Patronus came to her— From France, do you think—”

“France?” he asks, eyes a little wild.

“Yes,” Leta says. “Do you think—”

He brushes past her without a second word, leaving her to call out his name as he’s across the room with a few large strides and out the door.

Leta stares at the door. And just for a moment, for a single moment, just before she follows him. There’s a sense of sudden, aching loss, in her heart.

But maybe, that was wrong. Maybe Theseus was never hers, to begin with.

The first time you have an interaction with Theseus Scamander, famed Head of DMLE is because you’re sleeping on the job.

You admit. That was a stupid move, and back then, you actually wanted to be an Auror.

A loud and stern ahem jolts you awake. You flail your arms as papers fly everywhere, falling to the ground alongside you. You’re not even awake before you’re scrambling to gather your report from the ground.

Someone sighs, and you’re abruptly hauled upright by the arm. The man murmurs something and your papers right themselves. You turn around with a wide-eyed look, not because you’re surprised by the display. You can do it easily enough, you mother — despite all her prestige for being an excellent Head of DMLE was brought up under a strictly wandless culture, and she’d passed some of it to you — but because outside of your own household, you’d yet to see someone do it so easily.

You instantly wince, however, when you see exactly who it was that interrupted your nap. Theseus Scamander. War hero. Your mother’s successor’s successor’s successor. Give or take a few. One of the most powerful wizards in the world.

“Good morning,” you say. “Sir,” you add at the glare he gives you.

“Impressed?” he raises an eyebrow before shaking his head at you, tucking his hand into his pockets. “If you ever want to that, you should probably stop sleeping on the job, hm, Junior Auror [Surname]?”

If he knows you’re your mother’s child, he doesn’t give any indication. It’s not as if [Surname]’s an awfully common name, but plenty of people bare it.

You laugh nervously. “I’m sorry, sir. Just uh, tired. That’s right. Very tired.”

He gives you a flat look. “Aren’t we all?” He looks you in the eye, blue eyes peeling away layers. “Are you interested in a promotion beyond the Junior position, [Surname]?”

“Of course, sir,” you say. “Definitely.”

“Then you should get used to being tired.” He pauses. “And being honest. Tell me why you thought it was okay to be sleeping, all of your behaviour in the last three minutes indicates you’ve been lying.”

“Maybe I’m just a naturally twitchy per—” The protest is out of your mouth before you can stop the words. And that’s the first no-no in your mother’s class of Interrogation Prep 101. You finish the sentence off with a nervous laugh.

He raises an eyebrow at you, leaning against your desk lazily, inclining his head as if to say: I have all the time in the world. “Go on,” he says easily.

You finally relent. “I finished early,” you say. “And I didn’t know what to do. Happy?” This definitely fresh behaviour, but the petuland child inside you is demanding entrance into this conversation and hoenstly, you don’t care enough to stop it.

“Definitely,” he says. “A fifty thousand word report completed two weeks earlier,” he murmurs, perhaps to himself, before looking up. “Perhaps you aren’t so hopeless, after all.” He leaves after a wry grin. It’s only then that you realize your cheeks are flooded red.

Darn it.

Oh god. Someone, please tell you how you got here.

Your wrists are getting rope burns from squirming too much (you might’ve made a joke about aha, kinky, if you weren’t so confused), and you can probably break them— Surprise surprise, all those years forced to do fieldwork wasn’t so useless after all, you can probably untie the knot—

“Hi,” a woman abruptly says as she bends down in front of you. Everything about this woman is imitading— Leather jacket, short hair, dark— fierce eyes. And oh, that wand pointing at you. The hand is firm and the position is solid.

“Hi?” you attempt, but it comes out like the squeal of a dying whale and ends in a questioning tone.

“My name is Tina Goldstein. I’m an American Auror,” she says. “And I need you to help me catch Grindelwald—”

Your eyebrows shoot up so high you suspect they might have found God.

“Wait, wait wait,” a male voice joins the conversation. A man with tousled red-hair and a face dusted with freckles holds up his hands. He’s cute, in an unassuming way. “Shouldn’t we untie her first?” he asks. “We are, uh, asking her for help…”

“Newt,” the woman— Tina, Tina Goldstein begins. Her head is cocked and her words are said very deliberately. “We still don’t know if she’s a threat—”

“Uh,” you wave awkwardly. “I’m still here?”

Two pairs of eyes find you. Then to Tina. Who sighs with a hint of murder.

Clearing her throat, she starts again, “As Mr. Scamander was saying, we are in need of your help to capture the dark wizard Grindelwald and find a boy named Credence Barebone.” She looks at you with those fierce eyes of hers, glittering with something like trapped firelight.

She had you lost at the ‘help’ part. Weren’t you already helping? Why did she think you of all people could help? Also— “Just a question,” you say as they both nod. “Scamander, as in— Theseus Scamander?”

The man looks mildly surprised. Boyish features pulled into puzzlement. “You know him? He’s my brother.”

If anything, you’re name has now just become Perpetual State of Confusion.

“Aren’t I… Already helping?” you ask mildly.

Theseus’ brother leans down in front of you. “You are, miss, but I need you to look for someone in Paris. Credence Barebone. Please, he’s in danger.”

There’s some sort of fragility in his voice. That and the way he trips over his words from speaking a tad bit too quick. For a moment you can’t fanthom how he could possibly be related to Theseus.

Cocky, confident Theseus who uses sauve words and the charming smiles to get what he wants. Theseus who heads into everything with squared shoulders and a raised chin, who leans his chin on his interlaced knuckles and crosses his legs. Relaxed because he always has the upper hand and he knows it.

And then there’s this stranger in front of you, with his rumpled hair as opposed to carefully combed curls, tweed jacket instead of a smooth suit. And most of all, who mumbles instead of the clear, low voice that gives commands.

You open your mouth again and his eyes harden in a familiar way. “Please. I’m not asking you to choose a side. I’m not asking you to kill anyone. I’m asking you to let me help a boy who’s trapped and lost. Please. That’s all I’m asking of you.”

There. That’s the resemblance. The rightesnous and the morality: Theseus saw the Auror position as a means to enforce justice. But this stranger in front of you – he’s just like Theseus. Maybe not so strictly oriented like him, but Newt Scamander is trying to find justice for that boy. The boy that the ICW might kill. Don’t you remember? They couldn’t find him because they didn’t see him as a boy. He’s a boy, [Name]. He deserves this much at least.

You relent, finally. “How do I know I can trust you?” you ask.

He sighs and rummages around one of his pockets. He pulls out a picture. “Is this okay?”

That’s certainly a picture that Theseus has. Finally, you relent. “Alright,” you say.

He brightens. “Then let me untie you, Miss.” He whips his head up to give you a quick look. “You won’t hit me when I do, will you? Tina likes to do that.”

You give him a flat look before you burst out laughing. Relaxing slightly, he unties you.

You rub at your mildly bleeding wrists.

“Oh!” he says in surprise. “Right, terribly surprised about that. The rope was a bit harsh, I’ll heal for you.” With that, he takes your wrists and applies a gentle balm with long, graceful fingers. “There you go—“ he croons.

And then he suddenly stops. Looking up at you suddenly, he clears his throat, the tips of his ears a bit red. “Oh, I-I p-probably should’ve asked before touching you, so sorry.”

You laugh again. For a kidnapper, he’s surprisingly sweet. “It’s fine, Mr Scamander.”

He blushes again at that. “O-oh, uh, please don’t call me that. Just Newt is fine. Mr Scamander is my brother.”

No, actually, he really isn’t. You haven’t called Theseus that in forever.

But then again, Newt didn’t need to know that.

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omg-imatotalmess · 7 years

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Friends Forever

Hey guys! Newt Scamander is my baby and he deserves all the love in the world and I fully intend to give him some. What a wonderful cinnamon roll. By the way, this one is going to be long so it will keep going under the cut. I kid you not, it is so long. I got carried away. You have been warned.

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Slytherin! Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: A little angsty, swearing, looooooong

Five Years Old

You cocked your head, watching a boy who sat alone in the park. The other kids didn’t seem to want to play with him. You didn’t know why. He didn’t seem mean like a few of them you knew. Standing up, you began to walk towards him.

“Where’re ya goin’, (Y/N)?” (F/N) asked.

“‘M gonna see if he wants to play,” You said, smiling. All of your friends wrinkled their noses.

“He’s weird,” (2nd/F/N) said, still wrinkling her nose up. You looked back at the boy, who was drawing in a little book. He didn’t look weird. Just lonely.

“If you talk to him, we’re not gonna be your friends no more,” (F/N) said. That didn’t sit well with you. Sticking your little nose in the air, you marched your little self over to the boy. They weren’t worth it if they were going to be mean.

“Hi!” You chirped. The boy jumped, looking at you like you might bite him.

“H-Hello,” He greeted, quietly. You plopped down next to him in the grass, glancing at his book.

“Wha’cha drawin’?” You asked. Shyly, he moved it so you could see a sketch of a creature. You didn’t know what it was, but it was cool anyway.

“It’s a bowtruckle,” He said, “They’re in my book about magical creatures.”

“Cool!” He smiled at you and your eyes lit up. You hoped that he’d let you be his friend, especially since you’d just lost yours.

“Yeah! I’m (Y/N) (L/N), call me (Nick name),” You giggled, holding out your chubby hand for him to pull himself off the ground.

“Newton Scamander,” He said. You wrinkled your nose.

“How ‘bout ‘Newt’? Sounds better,” You said. Newt smiled at you, nodding.

“Let’s be friends forever.” You held you pinky out to make the most sacred of promises and he linked his with your own.

Eleven Years Old

Your letter from Hogwarts had just arrived, coming as no surprise to you or your family. You’d been showing signs of magic forever. Either way, you ran over to Newt’s immediately with the good news. You knocked on the door and Mrs. Scamander answered the door.

“Hi, Mrs. Scamander! Is Newt home?” You asked, bouncing on your toes. She laughed, lightly.

“Yes, dear. He’s just cleaning up from tending to the Hippogriffs. Please come in,” She said, leading you into the house. It was the same routine both of you went through every day.

“I got my letter today,” You told her and she smiled.

“Congratulations, dear,” She said, leading you into the living room. Newt walked in just as you did and you grinned.

“Guess what!” You giggled. He pretended to think about it for a moment.

“You’ve joined the circus?” He teased, giving you a hug. You gave him a playful shove as he let go, laughing.

“I wish but, sadly, no, I got my letter this morning!” You all but sang. He gave you one of his best grins, pulling out his own letter. You jumped on him, squeezing the life out of him. Neither of you could wait to go buy your wands and robes. As you made your way to his room, you began to think about sorting.

“What?” He asked, noticing your slight shift in mood. He knew you as well as he knew his mother’s hippogriffs.

“This is dumb but, what if we get sorted into different houses?” You said, rubbing your arm. Newt shrugged, looking a little worried himself.

“I doubt we’ll be in different houses,” He reassured you.

“You’re right but, just incase we are,” You held your pink out to him with a smile, “Friends forever.” He linked his with yours making it an unbreakable promise.

Fourteen Years Old

You hadn’t been sorted into the same house, but your promise of being friends forever hadn’t changed. You made lots of friends in Slytherin as well as plenty in Hufflepuff. One of those friends, and you use the term loosely, being Leta Lestrange and you quickly became a trio. All of the adventures you used to go on with just Newt became a group thing and you didn’t mind it, but you also saw something happening.

Leta was getting really close to Newt and starting to push you away. The adventure duo that had been you and Newt had quickly become a trio; now becoming a duo again without you. To be honest, you didn’t trust that girl as far as you could throw her. Newt seemed happy though, so you kept your mouth shut. Eventually, it got to the point where you wouldn’t see Newt for days at a time. That was about the time you knew you had to say something.

On an off day, you found Newt alone in the library and figured that then was as good a time as any to tell him how you felt. You’d leave out the parts about not trusting Leta, but tell him that you wanted to see him more.

“Hey, Newt,” You said, smiling as you slipped into the chair beside him.

“Hello, (N/N),” He replied, grinning at you.

“Can I talk to you about something that’s kinda been bothering me?” That got his full attention. He put down his quill and turned to look at you, setting those blue-green eyes on you with a worried look.

“What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?” He asked. You shook your head, pushing some (H/C) hair behind your ear.

“No, no one hurt me. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” You said, appreciating the fact that he worried about you that much.

“Always.” You shifted nervously in your seat. You didn’t want him to think that you were jealous of Leta or anything. You just wanted to spend a little more time with him. Okay, maybe you were a little jealous.

“Well, it’s just, I feel like I never see you anymore,” You said, tracing the line of the table as you spoke.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“You spend a lot of time with Leta, that’s all. I miss my best friend. I just feel like we don’t hang out as much as we used to,” You said, watching yourself trace lines instead of looking at him.

“If that’s all it is, I can make some more time for you. I don’t want you feeling left out,” He said sweetly, smiling at you like you were his favorite person in the world.

“Thanks, Newt,” You said. “Friends forever.” You held out your pinky and he locked his with your own.

Fifteen Years Old

As much as Newt told you that he’d make time for you, he didn’t. When he actually did, all the conversation was Leta this, Leta that, ‘isn’t Leta so wonderful’. It was getting annoying, especially since Leta was acting nasty towards you. Instead of going to Newt this time, you went to her. You two were alone in the common room after dinner when you decided to speak with her.

“Leta, we really should talk,” You said. She glanced up from her book, narrowing her eyes.

“About what?” She asked.

“About Newt,” You replied. She smiled, darkly. You didn’t like that look. That look on Slytherin’s meant they were up to something.

“He’s darling, isn’t he?” She purred. You shifted uncomfortably.

“I suppose. The two of you are awfully close now, I see,” You said. Her smile widened and she snapped her book shut.

“You could say that,” She said. You really didn’t like that look. That look was malicious, almost. It meant that Newt was probably going to end up with a broken heart.

“What do you mean by that?” She snorted a laugh, leaning her chin into the palm of her hand.

“He got interested when he found out that I’ve been working with a few creatures that could really get me into some trouble; thinks their wonderful things,” She said. This was getting worse by the second though you didn’t let your face convey that. What kind of creatures were they working with? Was he safe?

“Ah,” You breathed, noncommittally.

“At least if anything goes wrong, I know he’d be more than willing to take the fall,” She chuckled. This was a damn game to her. It was a joke. It was funny. Your blood began to boil.

“Leave my friend alone,” You said, lowly. She raised an eyebrow, smiling lazily.

“Why?” She asked.

“He doesn’t need people like you in his life. You’ll only give him a hard time,” You snapped.

“You can’t make me.” That much was probably true. You probably couldn’t make her do anything. She was a Lestrange, not exactly the type of person that knew when to quit.

“I’ll tell him. I’ll tell Newt precisely what you told me,” You growled, standing. She remained in her chair, smiling.

“He won’t believe you, you know. He likes me too much.” You were Newt’s best friend. He would have to know that you’d never say something like that just to hurt him.

“Bullshit,” You said, turning to leave. You heard her laugh from behind you.

“Are you jealous because you aren’t his favorite girl anymore? Get over it, (Y/N),” She laughed. With that, you left. So what if you were? That didn’t mean you weren’t worried.

Finding him hadn’t been hard. He was by the Black Lake as usual, looking for the giant squid. You smiled despite your mood and the news you brought. Newt always looked so happy when he was dealing with creatures. You jogged over to him.

“Newt! Newt, I have to talk to you!” You called as you approached him. He turned to you, grinning.

“(N/N)! Good, I have to talk to you too,” He said.

“Alright. I think I should tell you mine first though,” You said, trying to sound as apologetic as possible.

“Mine’s very important!” He chirped.

“Yes, but--”

“I think I’m in love with Leta,” He said. He had hearts in his eyes and that swoony look to him.

“Newt, I really think you want to hear--”

“Do you think she might like me?” He spun back to the lake, smiling goofily. You didn’t want to rain on his parade, but you didn’t want anything to happen to him.

“Look, I’m trying to tell you someth--”

“Oh, I hope she does. She’s so wonderful, (N/N).” He was practically dancing.

“About that, Newt she’s no--”

“(Y/N), Leta loves creatures nearly as much as you and I do. Oh, she’s such a wonderful woman.” You were getting annoyed and more antsy the more he didn’t listen.

“That’s lovely, but I need you to listen to--”

“I want to spend the rest of my li--” You gripped his shoulders harshly, dragging him down to look at you.

“She’s using you, Newt!” You yelled, glad that there was no one else around. His joy dropped away and he stared at you with a blank look.

“What?” His voice betrayed no emotion.

“Leta’s using you. She told me in the common room. I’m so sorry,” You said, taking the warm hand that you found so familiar.

“So am I,” He said. Before you could look up at him, he ripped his hand from your grasp and glared down at you. Shock fell over you. You’d never even seen Newt angry with anyone, let alone you.

“Pardon?” You asked, dumbly. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, beginning to pace.

“I’m sorry that you’re so jealous of her that you’d have to make up such awful stories. You know, she told me that she thought you’d try to get rid of her and I laughed. How was I to know that she was right?” He snapped. You blinked at him. You couldn’t believe that he didn’t see that she was using him.

“Do you really think I’d lie to you?” You asked.

“I don’t want to believe it, but you’ve done it,” Newt said, for the first time since you’d met him, he sounded cold.

“Newt, we’re friends forever, I would never do something with the intention of hurting you,” You said, sounding slightly hysterical.

“I’d really like to believe that, (Y/N),” He said. For the first time ever, he’d called you by your actual name. You reeled back as though you’d been stung. He never used your real name.

“Newt...” You trailed off as soon as you saw the look in his blue-green eyes. He wouldn’t believe a word you said.

“What?” He asked, almost impatiently. You blinked, fighting to pull the hole in your chest closed.

“Fine, you know what, don’t come crying to me when she’s got no use for you.” With that you turned and began to walk away. You didn’t mean that.

“What happened to friends forever?” He called. You wondered that yourself.

Sixteen Years Old

She’s finally done it. Leta screwed him over. You knew that it was her that had endangered the life of that girl, not Newt, even if he was the one taking the fall. You raced to Kings Cross as quickly as you could, hoping that you could catch him before he left. You didn’t want to leave things the way you had left them the year before.

Thankfully, you made it in time. There was the tall, gangly boy with constellations made from freckles, standing on the edge of the platform with tears on his cheeks. Your heart broke. You hated to see Newt cry.

“Newt! Newt Scamander!” You yelled over the noise of the platform. He looked at you, eyes red and puffy from crying.

“(Y/N),” He greeted, coldly. You stopped in your tracks. There was your name again.

“I heard what happened,” You whispered, coming to rest in front of him. He looked away from you.

“I believe you told me, ‘don’t come crying to me when she’s got no use for you’,” He muttered. His voice was watery and edging on tears again. You hugged him, tightly, knowing that he needed one even if he didn’t want it from you.

“We’re friends forever, Newt.” He pulled away from you and picked up his case. It was a case you’d gotten him years ago to put his creature related notes in.

“I’m beginning to feel as though that holds very little meaning.” And he left you standing on the platform, holding back tears because you knew you never should have said anything about Leta.

Twenty-three Years Old

You’d moved to New York after Hogwarts for the simple fact that you couldn’t handle being so close to Newt knowing that he wanted nothing to do with you. Life had been quiet. You lived next to two other witches, Queenie and Tina Goldstein, sisters whom you’d become good friends with. Unlike them, you didn’t work for MACUSA, you specialized in potions and remedies for things.

After hearing two male voices and hushed arguing one night, you figured something was wrong and went to go make sure they were okay. When you knocked, Tina uncharacteristically asked who it was instead of answering the door.

“It’s (Y/N),” You said, “Is everything okay?” Tina poked her head out of the door and dragged you in.

“Actually, we could use some help. We have a no-maj with a murtlap bite,” She said. You squinted in confusion. Murtlap were indigenous to Britain. You’d never encountered a murtlap bite outside there.

“How strange. What’s a murtlap doing in New York?” You wondered aloud as Tina pulled you into the living room. “Are you sure it’s a murtlap bite?”

“Yes,” She said, urgently. You looked at the man on the couch, a larger man with a nice moustache and a kind face. He appeared to have the correct symptoms. Sighing, you wondered if you even had the things to make it better.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N), lovely to meet you, sir. May I please see the bite?” You asked, smiling.

“Jacob Kowalski, nice to meet you,” He said, showing you the bite. Definitely a murtlap.

“If you don’t mind my asking, Mr. Kowalski, where did you come across a murtlap?” You asked, probing the area lightly. He winced and you gave him an apologetic look.

“Ah, yes, well, that may have been my fault.” You froze. You knew that voice anywhere. There was no way in hell that Newton fucking Scamander was standing behind you right now. Not a chance in hell. Turning slowly, you came face to face with the Hufflepuff that had once been your best friend. Maybe he wouldn’t recognize you.

“I see,” You said. A look of surprise fell over his face. The again maybe he would.

“(N/N)?” He said, disbelief spilling into his voice.

“Hello, Newt. It’s been a while,” You said, unsure if he was happy to see you or not.

“It would seem so,” He said, quietly. Tina coughed loudly and you looked at her.

“Can we do this later? We have a no-maj sitting here breaking damn near a thousand laws just by being here,” She snapped. You didn’t take it to heart. She was stressed. Queenie smacked her arm.

“They have some things to work out, Tinie,” She sing-songed. You shook your head.

“No, Tina’s right, but I’m afraid I can’t do anything. I don’t have the ingredients.” Tina looked like she could cry as you said that.

Eventually, you found yourself in Newt’s case, helping him tend to his creatures and remembering how fond of them you were, yourself. Smiling to yourself, you brought an empty bucket back to the little shack he had. As you put it way, a picture caught your attention. Upon closer inspection, you realized that Leta Lestrange was looking back at you.

“I suppose you don’t exactly have the same fond memories of her that I do,” Newt said, causing you to jump. You cleared your throat and wiped your hands on your pants.

“No, I don’t suppose I do.” You began to push past him so you didn’t have to have this conversation. Thankfully, Queenie began asking questions before Newt could say anything else. By the time you came back to the conversation, Newt looked uncomfortable and Queenie looked sad.

“She’s a taker. You need a giver,” She said, softly. Newt said nothing, but you listened. “You had a giver.”

“I beg your pardon?” He asked. You wondered the same thing. Queenie gave him a smile.

“(Y/N), she would have given her right arm to take the fall for you. She would have given up her magic if it meant that you’d be happy,” Queenie said. True.

“Perhaps a long time ago,” Newt mumbled. Queenie shook her head.

“Still would.” The tall wizard looked up, brows furrowed in confusion. Again, Queenie was right.

“Even after...”

“Yes. She loved you Newt. She still does. Even when she moved here thinking she’d never see you again,” Queenie said, laughing quietly. You came out of your hiding place.

“She’s right, ya know,” You laughed. You didn’t at all find the situation funny.

“Really?” He asked. You smiled, running your hands through your hair.

“Of course. We’re friends forever,” You said, holding out your pinky. For the first time in far too long, he linked his pinky with yours.

#newt #newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #newt x reader #newton artemis fido scamander #newt scamander imagine #newt scamander one shot #tina goldstein #porpentina goldstein #Queenie Goldstein #jacob kowalski #fantastic beasts movie #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fluff #fluffy #angst #angsty

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losers-witch · 7 years

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if only (newt scamander)

I WANT TO BREAK MY HEART WHILE WRITING and if a part two is highly requested, i’ll do it :)

pair: newt x reader

lowercase intended

warning: swearing

masterlist

part two

“i’ll be there in a bit.”

“just a moment.”

“i promise i’ll be there after i finish this.”

“i’m busy.”

you were no stranger to newt’s excuses. actually, you didn’t really mind it at first. but after two months of it? it got quite agitating.

but, you held it in because your anniversary was in a week. you would be excited but your mood was dampened everyday of the week. each day leading up to the big day, you were rain checked. you knew how important the book was and how time consuming it would be but, you didn’t know it would take up all his time for you.

today. the day of your anniversary.

you woke up to an empty bed, as usual. you slipped on your robe and tip-toed to newt’s case. you saw the lid of the case was open so, you slowly climbed in and saw newt passed out on his work table.

“newt? newt, darling, wake up.” you gently shook his shoulder and watched as his eyes fluttered open.

“morning, sleepy.” you smiled as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“hey y/n. what time is it?” he asked, his voice still raspy.

“uh,” you checked the watch on your arm quickly. “seven thirty in the morning. but guess what day it is?” you bit your lip, would he remember?

“yeah it’s the twenty eighth.” newt looked at you in confusion but his eyes suddenly widened. “oh hell! the twenty eighth!”

“happy-”

“my current draft has to be turned in today!” newt’s voice washed over yours and you felt your stomach drop. he really didn’t remember? you watched him rummage through his items and gather sheets of paper and clip them together.

“thanks, see you later.” he said and hurried past you.

you didn’t look back at him instead, you listened to his footsteps up the ladder and to the door and after, you heard a door slam.

a tear ran from your eye and you wiped it with the sleeve of your robe. you knew newt was a hard worker and you were well aware that he was engrossed in his work but you didn’t know he would be so into it that he would forget your anniversary.

you climbed back up the ladder and back to your room. you sat on the edge of the bed and ran your hand through your tangled hair.

you gave it another week and you gave it another week too many.

you let out a breath and summoned your trunk to your bedside and started to shove clothes into it, tears steadily streaming down your face.

by the time newt got home, it just got dark. you were checking around the house for anything of yours that you’ve missed to place into your trunk.

as you were about to head out, the door’s lock clicked and it opened to newt. he came in and saw you as you stood there, your eyes glassy and your face stony, hands shaking as you tried to hold back the tears threatening to escape your eyes.

“hey, where you heading to?” newt asked, hanging his blue coat up.

“anywhere.” you answered, voice tightening.

newt cocked his head sideways. “anywhere?”

“yes newt, anywhere. i’m leaving to anywhere but here.” your vision clouded but you fought to keep a strong suit.

“why?” newt leaned against the wall. “why would you leave?” newt felt his insides clench.

please merlin, not today. he thought

“because, newt. i need to get out of here.” you clenched your fists, anger seeping into your veins. is he that daft?

“why would you need to get out? everything is here! i’m here, the creatures are here, there’s food and drink, what’s so wrong?” his voice was calm, too calm in this situation.

“that’s where you’re wrong, newton because you haven’t been here. you’ve been holed up in that case for about two months now. two months!” you held up two fingers in his face, feeling the anger take over.

“you know how important this book is, don’t you? and stop shouting at me, you’re being cruel.” newt huffed, crossing his arms. he knew he was acting childish but that’s all he could do to not burst out in sobs.

“cruel? cruel?” you let out a dry laugh. “no newt, i am not being cruel. being cruel is me obliviating you to forget i ever existed. not that it would do much because that’s how you’ve been acting! what day is it newt?” you asked, nostrils flaring.

“the twenty eighth of july, why?” his tone sounded actually confused.

“it’s our anniversary, you jerk!” you yelled out.

newt’s arms dropped and his face softened. “oh.”

“yeah, oh.” you sneered, feeling a tear finally run down your face. you walked forward and nudged him over so you could open the door. as your hand reached the doorknob, you felt your body whip around and be engulfed in newt’s hug.

“i’m sorry.” he whispered, his voice soft and apologetic. you inhaled his scent to remember it before you left him. you were fighting with yourself to not cave in, no matter how much you wanted to collapse into his arms.

“no.” you pushed him away. the action pierced your heart and you couldn’t help but let more tears out.

“y/n...” he shot you a pleading look, his mouth curving down to a frown. he felt his heart break off, piece by piece. he can’t lose you.

“no, newt. i can’t deal with this bullshit anymore. you’re two months too late.” you looked down at the floor.

“we can work this out, love!” newt exclaimed and he reached for your hand but, you pulled it away and watched as his frown deepened.

“newt, i said no!” you lashed out. a part of you regretted it as you knew it was uncalled for but you couldn’t help it. the atmosphere grew silent and you took a minute to catch your breath before you spoke again. “i’ve had two months to think. that’s two months of deep thoughts, empty beds, cold dinners, and tears. i can’t take anymore of this and honestly? anymore of you.” your voice cracked at the last sentence. of course you didn’t mean it but, anything to get him to miss you less. anything to save him from the heartbreak that you felt.

“please don’t go.” newt whispered. “i love you.”

you felt your heart shatter as you turned around and twisted the door open.

“goodbye, newt scamander.” and you apparated away, a quiet pop confirming your departure.

newt stared a the ajar door for about five minutes, wiping his tears as they trailed down his cheeks. he finally slammed the door closed, his quiet tears changed into loud sobs as he slumped down to the ground, the hard wood of the door keeping him upright.

he reached for the shiny object on the floor next to him, holding it in front of his face.

it was your necklace. the necklace he gave you several months back. it was nothing too grand, just a silver chain with a small yellow pendant. he clenched it in his hand and brought his head down onto his propped up knees, sobbing harder.

after a while, newt lifted his head up and leaned it against the door, wiping up his tears and sniffling. he reached into his pocket and pulled out a black velvet box. in it, was a ring, encrusted with diamonds.

he got it today after he turned in all the paperwork to the ministry. he planned on proposing today, even if he didn’t remember the anniversary. today felt right to him but he was mistaken. if only he could take back his behavior the last couple months. but now it was too late.

you were gone.

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ghost-rullx · 2 years

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RULES AND SOME INFORMATION

MASTERLIST.

Requests: OPEN.

What I write:

Male, GN, genderfluid, nonbinary, and trans reader.

Platonic stuff.

NSFW (I'm not good at it, but I make an effort).

SFW.

Character x character (this depends on who the characters are).

Angst, fluff, basically anything :).

What I will not write:

Abuse.

Pedophilia.

Teacher/student.

Matchups.

Male!preg or omega verse (I'm sorry, but I have no idea how to write that).

Some information before starting:

I will try to write as much as I can, however, I ask for respect and patience, I'm also a human and I cannot do everything at once <3.

Constructive criticism is welcome!! I would love for you to help me improve in what I do.

Homophobia, transphobia, or anything like that will be blocked, this is meant to be a safe and healthy space.

Please respect my rules, I really don't want to block anyone.

English is not my native language so I apologize for any misspelling or grammar mistakes.

You can find my masterlist using the #masterlist from this post.

Fandom list (I will add or remove fandoms):

The phantom of the opera (& related fandoms).

Erik (The Phantom). (2004 movie, Leroux, Susan Kay, the play by Andrew Lloyd Webber)

Christine Daaé.

Meg Giry.

Raoul de Chagny.

Nadir Khan.

BNHA.

All the students (except Monoma).

All the teachers.

Dabi.

Shigaraki.

Toga.

Twice.

Sherlock Holmes (either the BBC show or the book).

Sherlock Holmes.

John Watson.

Mycroft Holmes.

Greg Lestrade.

Molly Hooper.

Hannibal (& related fandoms).

Hannibal Lecter.

Will Graham.

Harry Potter (& related fandoms).

Harry Potter.

All the Weasley.

Draco Malfoy.

Hermione Granger.

The Marauders.

Severus Snape.

Scamander brothers.

Tina Goldstein.

Queenie Goldstein.

Percy Jackson (& related fandoms, i love uncle Rick).

Honestly, I'm more than willing to write about most of them.

Demon slayer.

The Hashiras.

Tanjiro Kamado.

Nezuko Kamado.

Zenitsu Agatsuma.

Inosuke Hashibira.

Marvel (Either MCU or comics, with this I include X-Men, fantastic four, Deadpool ...).

Honestly, I'm more than willing to write about most of them.

Slashers.

Michael Myers.

Brahms Heelshire.

Bubba Sawyer.

Thomas Hewitt

Jason Vorhees.

Billy Loomis.

Stu Macher.

Jigsaw (John Kramer).

The Sinclair brothers.

Attack on titan.

Erwin Smith.

Levi Ackerman.

Hange Zoë.

Mike Zacharius.

Eren Jaeger.

Mikasa Ackerman.

Armin Arlert.

Jean Kirschtein.

Connie Springer.

Zeke Jaeger.

DC comics.

Honestly, I'm more than willing to write about most of them.

Encanto (however, Antonio will be strictly platonic).

Honestly, I'm more than willing to write about most of them.

Arcane.

Everyone.

Especially Silco.

Obey me.

Everyone as well.

Luke will be strictly platonic.

Mystic Messenger.

Everyone except Rika.

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maaaddiexo · 3 years

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Too Late | T. Scamander

Mainlist | Serieslist

Theseus Scamander x reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of death

It had been two months since that dreaded night in Paris. Where Queenie Goldstein and Credence crossed the threshold of blue fire and disappeared with Grindelwald into the night sky.

Two months since you’d smiled.

Two months since Leta.

Everyone at school had ostracized her. Everyone except you. The girls called her wicked; you called it getting even. They called her dangerous; you called her brave. They called her a lost cause; you called her worthy. You saw it that night in the cemetery, when she sacrificed herself for everyone else. You felt her loss that night and every day after that. Because after defeating the Fiendfyre dragon in the cemetery, everyone had searched out the others, reeling in the loss of someone. But you remained standing alone in the cemetery.

Forgotten.

Everyone had left, gathering back in Nicholas Flamel’s house, drinking tea and eating croissants while you wandered the streets of Paris for hours. Eventually, you apparated back to London, stumbling through the front door of your parent’s house. For two weeks, you stayed hidden beneath your covers, trying to ignore the grief of being forgotten by your friends and losing your best friend. Worst of all, you faced it all alone.

Until Tina Goldstein appeared on your front porch holding a bouquet of white lilies in her hands with a timid smile. Everything crumbled that moment. You collapsed in the doorway, finally able to share your grief with someone after holding it in for so long.

Two months later, and Tina was still the only one to contact you. You hadn’t been particularly close before that night in late September, but you were now. She’d convinced you to leave your house once a day for a walk anywhere of your choosing and encouraged you to write about your friend, replacing the grief with love. What ended up happening was the two of you walking to a location of your choosing and you’d sit in silence for the most part, writing in your leatherbound journal – dark red because that was Leta’s favourite colour – and Tina keeping you company. It was winter now, and you were returning from an indoor garden thirty minutes away from your house. Tina was on assignment, but you’d promised to still leave the house while she was chasing down leads on Grindelwald.

Like always, the walk back to your parent’s house was quiet, your eyes were puffy, and your nose was running – both from the cold and from crying.

You were halfway down the street when you heard your mother’s voice carry through the air. “Like hell you’re entering this house.”

“Mrs. Y/LN-”

You looked up. A curly-haired boy was standing on your front porch, bundled in a wool coat with red cheeks. Newt Scamander. Your blood boiled and your heart stopped at the sight of him. Anger and grief rolled up in one messy ball. Where was Theseus, you couldn’t help but wonder.

“Don’t you dare knock on this door like you and your brother didn’t break my daughter’s heart, abandoning her in that cemetery up until today. Without a word! Get out of here. I don’t want to see either of you again.” The door slammed shut and Newt’s shoulder’s slumped and he carefully turned, walking down the stairs and then sitting on them, defeated.

You wanted to walk away – you didn’t want to talk to Newt. But it was starting to drizzle and the backyard was fenced in. If you wanted to enter your house, you’d have to pass by Newt. And you weren’t a bitch – you wouldn’t ignore him like he ignored you.

“Hello, Newt.”

The boy stood up – too quickly at that – and stumbled back, groaning when his back hit the lip of the stairs. You didn’t show any sympathy to the boy and moved past him. “You deserved that, y’know.”

“Y/N, wait. Please. Can we just talk?”

Angry tears welled in your eyes and you whipped around. Newt looked like a wounded puppy at the rage in your eyes. “You had two months to “just talk” to me. Nobody reached out to me after Leta – not you, not Theseus. And I get it – you were grieving. But guess what? So was I. I lost her too. And I had nobody. Nobody. The time for talking is over, Newt. Get off my steps.”

It was another two weeks until Leta’s birthday and Tina met you on your front porch with more white lilies. Together, you apparated to Paris and entered the Lestrange Mausoleum. Leta’s coffin was obviously empty, but it didn’t make seeing it any easier. Flowers had already been laid on the floor, but the room was empty. Tina placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll wait outside.”

“You don’t have to, T. I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

Tina smiled. “I’ll wait. I won’t leave you.”

The words were comforting at first, but then a stab to the heart when she was gone. Theseus and Newt had left you without a second thought. You laid the flowers on the floor, feeling the tears spill onto your cheeks as you leaned forward. You touched her stone, running your fingers over the engraved words. Leta Lestrange. Beloved by all. Except she wasn’t beloved by all. It was just something people wrote, you guessed.

“Hey, Leets. I, uh, I know what you did that day. I never got to say thank you for it. And, uh,” you blinked. You couldn’t see anything through your tears. “Those girls who called you wicked back at school? They were wrong. You were brave and selfless. And I’ll never forget it, Leets. Never.”

The smooth marble was cold against your forehead and your eyes burned. Salty tears slipped past your lips and onto your tongue. You were breathing heavily and yet no air reached your lungs. At least I’ll be with Leta, you thought. you didn’t know how long you stood there sobbing before you were finally interrupted.

“Y/N.” Theseus. His voice was hoarse and raspy – clear signs he’d been crying – but you still recognized it easily.

You looked at your shoes, sniffling. “Theseus.” His fingers brushed against yours but you pulled away. You’d been close once – two months ago, actually. Secret glances, fingers brushing, and sitting too close to each other at dinner. But that was all gone now. That all disappeared when he’d put himself far before you.

“I’m sorry for not reaching out sooner-”

“Don’t, Theseus. Not now. Not here.” At first, you hadn’t wanted to be angry with him – even though he left you alone in the cemetery. Him and Newt. But the anger started to grow after a week without contact. After three, you’d given up on giving him the benefit of the doubt and concluded that you weren’t worthy enough for a phone call. Two months later and he’d proven that. If you hadn’t come across each other here, he likely still wouldn’t have reached out.

Theseus rolled his lips and nodded, pocketing his hands. “You’re right. I’m sorry - for your loss, I mean. I know she was your best friend.”

You sucked in sharply, standing up straight. Those words hurt because they were so true. You gripped your red wool coat tightly and moved past Theseus. “I need to go.”

Tina was outside waiting for you, murmuring with Newt but stepped back when you ran out. It was raining now. Fitting, you supposed. Leta loved the rain. “You ready, Y/N/N?”

You nodded wordlessly and felt Theseus’ hand on shoulder. He spun you around. You were too numb to stop him. His eyes were glassy and sad. “I’m sorry, Y/N. For everything.”

You wanted to accept his apology and let him take you back to his house where you’d curl up in his favourite armchair and laugh with him and Newt and Tina, but you weren’t ready for that. Would you ever be? His actions created wounds that ran deep. You pushed his hand off your shoulder and stepped back. “Two months, too late, Theseus.”

#theseus scamander #theseus scamander x reader #theseus scamander imagine #fantastic beasts #love #romance #angst #callum turner #leta lestrange #newt scamander #fantastic beasts the crimes of grindelwald #fantastic beasts and where to find them

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