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Bad Ideas Part 11

Regulus Black au

Summary: It started as nothing now it’s something. Voldemort has been defeated but that doesn’t mean the wizarding world is still a good place to be.

Link to Part 10

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Warnings: Smut

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“How about we make some noise to make everyone uncomfortable?”

Everyone downstairs sat awkwardly. Neither James nor Lily could even look at each other. This was the LAST thing that they ever expected! They expected to come back to their children still being “children” not fully grown adults with their own lives.

Remus groaned before getting up and going to find some whiskey. Sirius turned his attention to James before wincing at the expression on his friend’s face.

“I would say welcome back but I don’t think you would enjoy that.”

James scowled at Sirius before running a hand through his hair.

“Who was supposed to be watching her? Did no one see this happen and say Regulus stop?”

Remus turned back to his best friend with that parental look of contempt that he wore so well.

“They must have done it on a shift change when Sirius and I couldn’t see anything.”

“No time for sarcasm, Remus.”

James snapped. Remus sat back down and stared at James for a moment before speaking.

“James, Lily…whether the two of you like it or not, Y/n is a grown woman. While Sirius and I weren’t thrilled with Y/n and Regulus becoming a couple…it really wasn’t our place to tell her to stop either.”

James turned to Sirius.

“You are being awfully quiet in this! Where were you? We made you to be the godfather for a reason.”

Sirius held his hands up.

“Mate, I don’t want to get into this.”

“Too bad, you are already in this.”

James hissed. Sirius was silent for a moment before speaking.

“I wasn’t thrilled by it. Ask Remus. I may have ran off to the train station like a madman to try and stop them from running off to France together. That definitely wasn’t my best look but…you know what, I’m just going to say it…Y/n does what she wants. I know you don’t like it and hell I don’t like it but Regulus and Y/n are good as a couple. He treats her like a princess. It's better than some horny hyped up on muggle Viagra with a duffle bag of porn in his closet.”

James immediately groaned.

“I do not want to think about what your brother has in his closet.”

Remus gave James a parental look of contempt.

“You are making this worse than it is. Now why don’t you go get some rest? I’m sure you’ll feel better in the morning.”

Lily immediately stood with a gentle expression on her face. She decided that she would speak to James about this more logically when he wasn’t in the middle of a freak-out.

“I think Remus is right, dear. We do need to get some rest.”

James grumbled before following Lily upstairs for a sleepless night of worry.

The next morning, James went downstairs feeling even more exhausted than when he went to bed. Sleep did not find him in a pleasant place. His already crappy mood got even worse the moment that he spotted Regulus sitting at the table reading.

The shithead is just sitting there like it's nothing…I ought to wipe that smug look off of his face.

James thought as Regulus’ eyes rolled up to meet his.

“I know you’re there. Are you just going to stare at me for the rest of eternity because that will be annoying.”

James scowled.

“Where is Y/n? I want to talk to her…not you.”

Regulus rolled his eyes before going back to the newspaper.

“She has this thing called a job. I know it's a new concept for you but that’s where she is.”

James took a breath, trying to fight the urge to punch Regulus. He knew that it would be a bad thing to do but he desperately wanted to wipe that smug expression off of Regulus’ face so badly.

“I’m surprised that you let her work. I figured that you would keep her locked up in this haunted house.”

Regulus’ grey eyes rolled up again.

“Let her? I’m sorry, I must have misheard you. I don’t let her do anything. She’s a grown woman and can do what she wants. This isn’t the stone age.”

Regulus snorted.

“Let her, that’s funny, Potter. That daughter of yours doesn’t do a damn thing that she doesn’t want to do. I can tell her not to do something until I’m blue in the face and she will still do whatever it is. There is also this thing called a healthy relationship where I can tell her that I don’t like something and if I’m lucky she will listen to me. She likes her job as a doctor. It doesn’t matter if we have enough money where she doesn’t have to work, she wants to. If she wants to tend to gross nasty sickly people then that is her choice. It's better than having her sitting here going all psycho like my mother.”

James blinked a few times before scratching his head.

“So, you don’t order her around?”

“No, Potter. I do not order your precious little daughter around. Now would you get over yourself before I have to punch you in the face?”

Sirius stepped into the room before quickly turning to edge out. The last thing that he really wanted was to get into the James vs Regulus grudge match of the season.

“Sirius, don’t leave.”

Regulus commented as Sirius turned around with a frown on his face.

“But I’m doing something.”

Sirius grumbled.

“What are you doing? You look lost.”

Regulus replied as Sirius dropped into the chair on the other side of the table. He couldn’t blame his older brother for not wanting to get into this mess. Regulus didn’t want to be in on it himself either. He would much rather James just shut up and face reality. That didn’t seem like it would happen, however.

“I was…I was watching a dinosaur movie?”

Sirius commented quickly.

“Jurassic Park, again?”

Regulus questioned. He didn’t know how bitter or annoyed with James he had to be in order to be interested in Sirius’ day.

“Yeah, sure.”

Sirius quickly replied. Regulus nodded before going to idly look at the article on the Malfoys he had been reading.

“And your feelings on this? You have watched this movie fifty times.”

Regulus was banking on Sirius going on a tangent and when he did Regulus couldn’t be more relived.

“Okay, so …you mean to tell me that this joker scientist found every species of dinosaur in tree sap? Did they all get stuck in the great sapalanche of a million BC?”

Both Regulus and James turned to look at Sirius as if mentally wondering why they bothered with him.

“Sapalanche? That isn’t even a word.”

Regulus grumbled. There was sometimes Regulus couldn't help but wonder how he hadn't murdered his brother years ago?

“It's the point though. You can’t tell me that there isn’t anything that you enjoyed about that movie.”

Sirius commented. Regulus smirked.

“The lawyer being eaten by the T-rex was neat.”

James rolled his eyes for the millionth time before deciding to come into the conversation. He didn’t know why he was bothering but it seemed like the thing to do.

“And you’re who Y/n chose to spend her life with?”

Regulus batted his eyes with a snarky little grin.

“Yes, get used to it. It was me or the Longbottom twit. I can start listing the reason why she loves me however a lot of them aren’t safe for your precious little ears.”

James immediately started shaking his head.

“Just stop, Black!”

Sirius hung his head and contemplated putting his hands over his ears.

“Yeah, stop, Reg. I don’t need to be hearing this either. I’m changing the subject. So, I have this scaly patch on my elbow. Do you think it's anything serious?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow before resuming his cool stoic demeanor.

“As a matter of fact, Y/n was doing a paper on scaly patches. It's a serious problem and you may have to have your arm amputated. I would definitely have that looked at before we have to call you stumpy.”

Sirius sat motionless for a few moments before getting up and running out of the room. James turned back to Regulus with a frown.

“That was mean.”

Regulus leaned back in his chair.

“What do you know about scaly patches? Didn’t your parents die from Dragon Pox?”

When James stormed out of the room, Regulus couldn’t help but be relieved.

“I should have said that from moment one. I am really losing my touch.”

Later that afternoon, you stepped into Grimmauld Place reading a pamphlet that had been given to you. A set of arms immediately wrapped around your waist.

“I never thought you would come home.”

Regulus sighed against your mouth. You stood on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss.

“Did you miss me that much?”

“You have no idea. I have been stuck with that brother of mine and your annoying ass father.

Something told you that this was going to be the reality that you would have to get used to.

“You didn’t hurt them, did you?”

“Not really…but I….”

“Y/N!”

Regulus was interrupted by Sirius as he came into the room holding his arm pathetically. You turned to face your godfather with a raised eyebrow.

“What did you do?”

Sirius winced.

“I have this scaly patch on my arm and I don’t want it to fall off!”

You frowned before turning to glance at Remus who was rolling his eyes. Turning back to Sirius, you took a breath wondering how Remus remained so calm in the face of utter chaos.

“It isn’t going to fall off. Let me see.”

Sirius held out his arm as you began to examine it.

“This is only dry skin. You should put some lotion or something on it. Wait, who the hell told you that it was going to….wait never mind.”

You gave Regulus a scowl. This was a Regulus Black comment.

“I can’t help it that he walked right into it.”

Sirius continued to examine the place with a skeptical frown.

“Are you sure?”

You gave Sirius an exasperated sigh before motioning to your scrubs.

“Do you think that I dress like a doctor for the hell out of it?”

Remus stood up, having enough of the stupidity himself. He had told Sirius multiple times that it was dry skin but the other man didn’t believe him.

“See, I told you. Now come on, it's dinner time and everyone is waiting. Everyone is here and we are keeping them waiting.”

Regulus slightly sighed in frustration. The last thing that he wanted was to spend a delightful dinner from hell with mummy and daddy Potter glaring at him the whole evening.

“How much longer will these Tuesday night dinners be going on? Since Voldemort is dead, I thought we would all see less of each other.”

Regulus questioned. Wrapping your hand around his, you gave your boyfriend a small shrug,

“Let's just make the best of it.”

You too had no interest in sitting through a long dinner. After a long day, you wanted nothing more than to drag Regulus into a hot bath or be alone. Entertaining was the last thing that you wanted to do.

Stepping into the dining room, Lily and James immediately looked up at you. As much as you wanted to say that you had made some progress in accepting the fact that your parents were back, you hadn’t. Things still felt awkward and completely out of place.

Part of you was still bitter at their less-than-stellar reactions to the news of your relationship with Regulus. The other half understood. It had to be awkward as hell to suddenly come back from being dead to the reality that your children were grown up.

Taking your place beside Regulus, neither of you moved to say a word to the others as everyone gleefully talked about their day. You reached out for a roll and began to butter it.

“Can one of us fake a seizure to get out of here?”

Regulus whispered. He was relieved when you smiled. Regulus wasn’t crazy. He knew how uncomfortable you were with your parents. Instead of being happy that you had grown into a successful woman they immediately started judging your life choices. That had to be a big letdown.

It was a major letdown…

Regulus thought before focusing his attention on your face. It didn’t take him being in love with you to know your feelings. One look at your face told him everything that needed to know. Regulus could only hope that his rant directed at the Potters would make some kind of difference. As much as he hated repeating himself, Regulus would go off on James and Lily as many times as he had to in order to protect you.

Reaching down, Regulus wrapped his hand around yours and squeezed. Whatever he had to do to keep you happy and healthy would be done. You would always be worth whatever work that he had to put forward.

Meanwhile, across the table, Lily focused her attention on you. Despite the rather ugly introduction, she hoped that she could somehow make a successful mother/daughter relationship with you.

“Y/n, you have never said what you do at the hospital.”

Lily started. You looked up with a frown.

“Currently I am having Alice Longbottom follow me around trying to shove bubblegum wrappers in my hair. I’m supposed to be working in surgery or emergency but I got stuck in the memory care wing.”

Lily tried to give you an encouraging smile. She automatically picked up on your sense of disdain.

“I’m sure it's because they think that you are very capable and can help the Longbottoms in some way.”

You snorted.

“Sure…they have a lot of faith in me alright. I didn’t sign up for this.”

Sirius grinned automatically.

“You could always go back to work for Kinglsey again. He is always muttering about how bad his secretary is.”

Remus gave Sirius a displeased expression.

“She didn’t go to be a healer school just to be a secretary. I’m sure things will get better soon, y/n. They probably just want to test you in other areas.”

You sighed.

“But I want to put bloody bludgeoned people back together… I don’t want to play nursemaid.”

James immediately put his bite of food down at the bloody bludgeoned people comment. Remus and Regulus, however, were smirking. James had to wonder which one she got that from. The answer was definitely debatable.

“Give me a week and you can put me back together.”

Remus commented. You gave him a thumbs-up before standing up.

“This had been fun. I’m going for a bath.”

You patted Regulus’ shoulder before moving to go out of the room.

“Y/n, wait.”

You turned as you reached the first step. Lily quickly walked out of the dining room with a nervous expression on her face.

“I know that we didn’t really get off to a good start yesterday but I really do want to get to know you. You are my daughter, after all, and you deserve a family. I know that you have one but your father and I want to be part of it. Would you consider possibly going to lunch alone with me tomorrow?”

As much as you wanted to hiss like a cat and run away, you decided not to. Lily seemed so genuine and sweet that you really didn’t want to hurt her. You really had no interest in going to lunch so quickly. In fact, you were expecting a few small chats that would eventually lead up to an outing but here you were. Something told you that you would have no moment of peace until you gave in.

“You should give them a chance. I know that the meeting wasn’t ideal but your parents really are good people. I also have full confidence that they love you.”

Remus’ words from earlier that morning came rushing back to you. He had called you before starting work simply to check in.

Taking a breath, you meet your mother’s eyes with a forced smile.

“Uh…okay. That will be…nice.”

Lily immediately smiled, looking beyond thrilled.

“Wonderful! I am so excited!”

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Drunken Smiles (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Warnings: alcohol mentions, obnoxious Theseus AGAIN Requested: Yes! Anon requested drunk Newt! Cute silent moments where he gets distracted and drinks someone elses drink. I hope you like it anon! I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you meant. Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader Summary: Your boyfriend Newt hasn’t gotten drunk in front of you for years after he embarrassed himself back during your Hogwarts days. He seems to have a strange habit involving you when he drinks a little too much. Features obnoxious older brother Theseus and even some teasing Leta. Also features the bully from ‘Love Language’.

A/N: Inspired by my favourite manager who kept referring to his girlfriend as his wife for years whenever he was drunk. They’re married now <3 I hope you like. Please send me more requests!

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The music in the small jazz lounge was thrumming in your ears as you smiled back at your boyfriend adoringly, sipping on your drink as the two of you drifted closer together in the small booth. You had just finished up at one of his book signings and had knocked back a few drinks each as you waited for Theseus and Leta to join you shortly.

“Oh hello,” you giggled when he scooted into the booth right next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing an affectionate smooch to your cheek, taking your hand in his free one and then pressing a series of kisses to your knuckles. You were pleasantly buzzed from the mulled mead you’d had so far but Newt was clearly a little more on the tipsy side as he was suddenly lavishing you with unabashed affection that was usually reserved for the privacy of your own home.

“Hello, darling girl. My muse, my...my angel in disguise. Wait no not disguise because you’re clearly otherworldly”, he paused his rambling to hum to himself in thought and you giggled again, feeling your cheeks warm as you looked back at him.

“Newton, what?” You chuckled, reaching up to card your fingers through his unruly locks, watching him frown as he tried to find the words he was trying to say. He pouted to himself when he came up short and you pressed a kiss to his cheek with a fond smile “it’s okay, I don’t expect you to be a romantic poet when you’re drunk too.”

“I’m not drunk!” Newt huffed, looking back you in offence and huffing again to himself “I was just trying to tell my girlfriend how important she is to me”, he sighed, slumping back against the booth and you smiled softly at him, leaning in to brush your lips against his slowly and that’s how you knew he was a lot more tipsy than he let on. Because usually in public, Newt only returned short and sweet kisses but this time he slipped his arms around you and kissed you back slowly with a soft but happy sigh.

And in your slightly buzzed state you too allowed yourself to lean more into the kiss, sitting back quickly when some other patrons accidentally brushed against you as they made their way through the rapidly filling club.

You glanced down at Newt’s watch, straightening your dress out “they’ll be here soon. Let’s go get us some more drinks before the bar gets swamped?”, you tugged Newt to his feet, smiling as his arm wrapped around your waist again as he lead you towards the bar.

Newt had refused to drink around you other than a few casual drinks after your first and last time getting drunk together had resulted in him embarrassing himself. And as he pulled you closer into his side when another gentleman smiled a little too warmly at you, you couldn’t help but remember that time in your seventh year.

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You and Newt had practically sprinted to The Three Broomsticks once you’d both finished your N.E.W.Ts exams, knocking back all the strongest drinks they had on offer in celebration. You were sitting, pressed up together in the corner of the pub laughing as you reminisced over some of your memories together when Newt suddenly wrapped his arm around your waist.

Physical affection was no stranger to your friendship. In fact, usually not a single conversation or interaction went by without you touching one another in some way but Newt usually only ever slung his arm around your waist when you were cold or in need of comfort, or in those instances when you would perch yourself in his lap and he did so to steady you.

What you hadn’t realised was that Zachary Lindensbaum had stepped into the pub flanked by his buddies, prompting such a response from Newt. He was the very same douchebag that had asked you out on a date the previous year only to humiliate you in front of half the school when he loudly announced it was all a prank and Newt felt a surge of protectiveness when he spotted him arrive, remembering how upset you had been that time.

Protectiveness as well as an undeniable flare of jealousy at the memories that cropped up of Zachary spending those few days wooing you with his smarmy pickup lines, half wilted roses and messy love letters- if you could even call them that.

Newt had been so certain he had experienced his first real heart-break when he saw you smile shyly back at the Gryffindor beater the year before. But then only a week later he was the one to find you crying, beside yourself with humiliation and he felt utter disdain and contempt for the first time in his life.

So when he saw that Zachary had spotted you and the way his eyes lit up as he made a bee line towards your table, Newt curled his arm even tighter around you. You stopped mid-way through your story when you felt Newt pulling you into him and you looked over at him, following his line of sight and swallowing thickly when you saw Zachary.

You hadn’t spoken to the other male since that day and you had really hoped to keep it that way but now you straightened up in your seat, bracing yourself for whatever Zachary had to say this time. Your jaw dropped however when Newt held a hand up towards the other male “Nope. Absolutely not.”

Zachary had already slipped onto the bench across from you when Newt spoke and he just stared back at him dumbly for a moment “I’m sorry what?” he frowned, his eyes flicking between you two but you were just as gobsmacked too.

Newt simply shook his head, making a shooing motion at Zachary “Nope”, he repeated, popping the ‘p’ while his other hand began to soothe up and down along your side in an attempt to calm you.

“Nope what, Scamander? I just sat down”, Zachary scoffed back at him, his temper rapidly rising causing you to press into Newt anxiously.

“And you’re leaving now. You’re not sitting here, you’re not welcome. We don’t want to hear what you have to say. Off you go,” Newt countered firmly, fixing the male with a cold stare.

Newt spoke so matter of factly that you couldn’t believe your ears and neither could Zachary apparently because he just gaped at Newt for another minute before he got up from his seat wordlessly and left.

You watched until Zachary and his friends were long out of sight before you looked up at Newt, your head spinning from a mixture of alcohol and the sheer shock of Newt so confidently sending your harasser away like a complete badass.

Newt smiled back down at you, promptly slipping back into his usual sweet demeanour as he tucked a stray piece of your hair behind your ear “I think we need more drinks don’t you?” he hummed, his confidence leaving you breathless.

The night wore on and you were both soon completely sloshed, leaning on each other and the table for support as you both slurred through your words. You got up from the table clumsily, giggling at Newt’s equally as clumsy attempt to steady you as he looked up at you like a kicked puppy “Y/N where going?” he drawled, clutching your hand.

“Bathroom. Be right back.”, you hiccupped and your words were considerably clearer than his but it took you much longer to form your sentences. You made your way to the bathroom, emerging a while later and freezing in your tracks, sobering up immediately when you saw Newt standing cornered by Zachary and two of his burly friends.

“SHE IS SO FAR OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE IT’S A JOKE!” Newt shouted, moving right into Zachary’s personal space as other patrons began to crowd around, wanting to catch a peek at the drama unfolding.

You stood frozen by the bathroom door, staring at Newt in shock and rising fear when you saw Zachary’s fists clenched in response, but your alcohol addled state wasn’t allowing your feet to cooperate with your brain. In your mind you were already at Newt’s side, pulling him back from impending harm but in reality you were standing there dumbfounded.

“What and you think a freak like you is more her league?!”, Zachary shouted back and Newt didn’t even flinch as he shook his head.

“No. No one is this god forsaken school is good enough for her! You’re a total idiot for throwing away your shot like you did! And a- a complete Neanderthal for hurting her like that!”

Zachary didn’t even have a chance to form a retort because Newt was continuing to rant on about all the reasons why he had messed up.

“You could have been with the most loyal, kind hearted, passionate, breathtaking woman to exist! The most incredible, adorable, and strong woman but instead you decided to be a cruel and blithering idiot!”

You stared at Newt with your mouth agape, feeling your heart race and not just from the alcohol as you took in his words. Some of your peers were staring back at you too because they knew he was talking about you even though he hadn’t used your name. It was only ever you.

“I wish I’d had half a mind to make your hair permanently purple!”, Newt shouted, and all the other students went silent in shock as Zachary grit his teeth. Zachary’s purple hair had been the talk of the school for several weeks, leaving the other boy humiliated everywhere he went.

“I KNEW it was you that swapped out my shampoo!” Zachary shouted back at him, his fist colliding with Newt’s face not a second later in a sickening crunch. And your brain finally snapped into gear as you ran to Newt, shoving past Zachary and his friends to grasp his shoulders “Newt!”

Newt gripped his face in pain as he stumbled back, growing enraged again when he heard one of Zachary’s friends sneer “all over some Hufflepuff bitch,” which drew a few disgusted gasps from the surrounding crowd.

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK!”, Newt shouted, going to shove the guy that had insulted you but you grabbed two jugs of iced water from the bar and threw them over the group of boys before any more punches could be thrown.

They all gasped collectively at the shock from the ice water drenching them and some of the bartenders took the chance to grab Zachary’s sidekicks, throwing them out of the pub while the maître d’, Dottie, threw a mop and bucket and some towels at Newt and Zachary angrily.

“Clean up your mess and piss off! And you lot, stop gawking like twits! Nothin’ to see here!” Dottie scowled, making sure the crowd dispersed before she turned to you, taking the empty jugs from your hands.

You immediately began to stutter, apologising profusely for the mess you’d caused but Dottie simply waved her hand at you dismissively. She was an plump, older woman who could be truly intimidating when she needed to be.

“No harm done, blossom. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you two helping me clean up the last time things got rowdy.” she smiled warmly, pushing you to sit down before she handed you a glass of water, seeing how tipsy and sleepy you were.

You shot Zachary a cold glare when he shoved past Newt after cleaning up the area and once he was gone you began fussing over Newt and his split lip.

You were so far gone you didn’t trust your ability to perform a healing charm on him so you let out a breath of relief when Dottie appeared with an ice pack that you gratefully took from her.

“Oh Newt, you shouldn’t have done that,” you sighed, holding the ice pack up to his lip and gently brushing his hair back from his eyes, sighing when he looked back at you with wide doe eyes “he was being an ass!”

You sighed again as you shook your head at him, feeling incredibly guilty for not stepping in sooner “I know but you went and got yourself hurt, Newt.”

Newt looked back at you with a dazed and dreamy smile, taking your hand “anything for my wife,” he murmured and you looked up at Dottie when the woman cackled in response, clapping Newt in the shoulder.

“Deary me, son. I think ya gettin’ ahead of yourself. There’s a couple steps in between ya know, girlfriend, fiancé?”, she chuckled again when Newt shook his head, pointing a finger in your direction. “Nope. That’s my wife,” he said matter-of-factly, smiling back at you with pride.

You were openly gawking at Newt now, your cheeks warm and your stomach flipping but you didn’t allow yourself to believe the adoring expression he wore. Instead you looked up at Dottie in alarm.

“Oh my stars he’s concussed! I’ve gotta take him to the med bay!” you panicked, quickly stumbling to your feet while Newt continued to spout nonsense at you.

But Dottie was quick to placate you, having one of her co-workers who was also a nurse come and check Newt over.

Within half an hour the two of you were headed back to the castle hand in hand and Newt was mortified and made you promise that you would never discuss the events of the night again.

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You couldn’t help but laugh as you reminisced on Newt’s drunk shenanigans, leaning into his side while he ordered a round of drinks for the pair of you and Theseus and Leta. He looked down at you, raising an eyebrow “are you laughing at me again?” He asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at you.

You shook your head, leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek and before you could respond, Newt had knocked back the drink in front of him in one gulp.

In his tipsy state he had thought the drink was his own, completely failing to notice it was a different colour and served in a different glass to what he’d been drinking already.

“Merlin that is NOT mulled mead!”, he gasped with wide eyes, his throat burning while the bartender stared back at him.

“Hey! That’s my drink!”, a gentleman beside Newt complained just as the bartender shook his head in annoyance. You quickly intervened, paying for the drinks and a replacement for the disgruntled stranger beside you.

Theseus and Leta appeared then, helping you to carry the drinks. “Newt, did I just see you shot a hogs tea?” Theseus asked incredulously, gripping his brother by the shoulder and you snapped your head up to look at Newt with wide eyes “Hogs tea!? He was already tipsy before!”

Newt nodded, sitting down clumsily in the booth beside you while you hugged the couple in greeting.

The second you had pulled away from Leta, Newt wasted no time in tugging you into the booth beside him, wrapping his arms around your waist and hooking his chin over your shoulder.

“Yes, definitely hogs tea”, Newt murmured, already beginning to slur his words. Leta and Theseus sat down across from you both, surprised to see Newt being so cuddly towards you. His affections for you had never been a secret but to see him so unreserved as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder and nuzzled at your neck was startling to the pair.

“Newt, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk,” Leta said as Theseus nodded quickly in agreement.

“Even I’ve only seen it a handful of times. What about you Y/N?”, he asked curiously, trying not to laugh at how flustered you were getting as Newt just smiled down at you with a love struck smile.

“Only once before. After our N.E.W.Ts”, you murmured looking back at your boyfriend while Leta snorted at the memory. She’d heard about the drama the following day.

“ ‘Mnot drunk thank you very much”, Newt protested with an irritated scowl, holding a finger up to Theseus challengingly and you giggled as you took his hand in your own, effectively drawing his attention back to you. You watched him as his features smoothed out again and he was gazing back at you in awe once again.

“My beautiful wife,” he murmured, raising your hand to his lips and your mouth dropped in response as you felt your cheeks flush warm.

Theseus slapped his hand on the table excitedly, practically bouncing with joy because he knew Newt had been planning to propose for a few months now. “What did you finally-OW” , he frowned when Leta stomped on his foot under the table.

She too was excited at the prospect but she was much quicker to notice the surprise on your face and the obvious lack of a ring on your hand. There was no way she was about to let her boyfriend spoil her best friends eventual proposal.

Thankfully you were completely oblivious as usual, shaking your head at Theseus “no he’s just drunk. He did this exact same thing last time- except I thought he was concussed then,” you breathed out, looking back at your boyfriend in wonder.

You stayed at the club for another hour or so, glad to catch up with Theseus and Leta even though you were very distracted by how handsy and cuddly Newt was being. Theseus of course found the whole situation to be hilarious and decided to start correcting his brother, grinning at how increasingly frustrated Newt was growing.

“Water for my wife!” Newt announced proudly, setting a glass in front of you and only spilling a bit of it as he returned to his spot beside you, slinging his arm around your waist.

“Your girlfriend you mean,” Theseus corrected with a slight smirk when Leta shot him an exasperated look.

“No. Wife.”

“Girlfriend.”

“Wife.”

And even Leta was starting to smile now watching the brothers bicker while you just watched on with a bewildered smile.

“Oh you mean, MY wife?”, Theseus questioned, mocking confusion as he reached for your hand, gesturing to himself.

“No!”, Newt huffed, slapping Theseus’ hand away and curling his arm around you tighter and this time Leta grinned as she decided to tease her friend too, taking your hand in her own.

“My wife?”, she smirked, pressing a loud smooch to the back of your hand making you giggle.

“NO!” Newt gasped with wide eyes, looking so miserable that you quickly took pity on him, slipping your hand out of Leta’s and cupping his face in your hands.

“Okay okay! Honey I think it’s time we got you home”, you smiled sweetly at him before you brushed your lips against his and Newt promptly relaxed again.

You said your goodbyes to Theseus and Leta before you made your way back to your flat with Newt. You didn’t correct him once, allowing yourself to enjoy the illusion of being Mrs. Scamander like you so wished to be.

And when Newt woke the following morning with a pounding headache you were beside him waiting with a light breakfast and a cup of tea ready for him.

“Merlin, did I do anything embarrassing last night?” Newt groaned, setting his hand on your knee as he sat up gingerly.

“Not at all my, love,” you smiled, passing him his tea and leaning in to press a kiss to his head “nothing at all.”

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