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Pay No Attention to the Magizoologist

Theseus Scamander x Reader

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Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Y/N and Newt have been friends for a long time, and for almost as long, Y/N has also had a crush on Newt's older brother Theseus. Years and years later, after their Hogwarts days, several run-ins with Grindelwald, the death of Leta Lestrange, and the wedding of Queenie and Jacob, Newt is still subverting Ministry rules in the name of helping his creatures. And, as usual, Y/N is an accomplice in his schemes. So, when Newt goes running out the door with his creatures and Jacob in tow, it falls to Y/N to distract Theseus and keep him from following Newt's trail. And this distraction might just lead to a bigger change than any of them bargained for.

Word Count: 2,439

Category: Fluff

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"What do we do?"

"I don't know!"

I looked between Newt and Jacob as they debated, coming off as a little bit more than panicked. They needed to get out of here with Newt's briefcase, without getting held up by the Ministry of Magic. Unfortunately for both of them (and me), Theseus was on his way here as we spoke, and there was no doubt he'd slow down the boys' mission.

"Why is your brother coming after us in the first place?" demanded Jacob.

"Because technically, what we're doing here is illegal. The Ministry of Magic has specific procedures they want me to follow before releasing any of my creatures into their natural habitats, but this time, waiting for their bureaucracy to process things will take too long. My newest rescue won't do well waiting around in captivity for longer than they already have," answered Newt. Jacob looked more stressed than he'd been before.

"Oh great!"

"You two get out of here," I said, jumping into the middle of their argument after watching their back-and-forth for a while. "I'll stay here and slow down Theseus."

They both stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at me, incredulous expressions on their faces. After a few beats of silence, the three of us just looking between one another, Newt spoke up.

"Y/N, are you sure?"

"Yeah, Newt, I'm sure. I can distract him just fine, and you guys need to get out of here. You need Jacob for this a little more than you need me, and I can always meet up with you both later."

Newt stared at me for a few moments, then closed all the distance between us to clasp a hand on my shoulder. He met my eyes with an earnest look, and it made my heart warm to see my best friend like that.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"Of course. Just be safe, the both of you."

Newt nodded, his way of promising, before heading out the door, Jacob with him. I watched them go, and then just like that, I was alone in our little loft hideout.

I'd been best friends with Newt for the majority of my life. Since Hogwarts, in fact. He and I got along like wildfire, and had since our first year together at Hogwarts. I would do anything for him. Theseus and I, on the other hand, were a different story.

I'd had a crush on my best friend's older brother for basically our entire time at Hogwarts. Theseus, on the other hand, had barely noticed me beyond my role as his kid brother's friend, and our relationship had only cooled as I'd spent more time helping Newt and less time fawning over him. In the wake of Leta Lestrange's death, however, Newt and Theseus had gotten close again, and I'd done my best to be there for both of them as well. Theseus and I had gotten to the point of actually being able to call each other friends recently, and I only hoped my decision to distract him today in order to give Newt a clean getaway wouldn't ruin that new step in our relationship.

Oh well. Sometimes, there was no other option but to back your crazy best friend's crazy play, no matter the cost.

I paced around the room for a few minutes, trying to brace myself to see Theseus, but before I was anywhere near ready I heard a loud knock at the door. I couldn't help jumping, but then I did my best to quickly compose myself and went to answer it.

"Theseus!" I said, feigning surprise when I saw the serious face of the Auror before me. He kept trying to lean around me to see inside the little apartment Newt and I had turned into a temporary hideout, and I kept leaning to block him. "What a surprise! It's so good to see you, it's been so long!"

"Y/N, where's my brother?" he demanded, his eyes at last settling on me instead of the space behind me. I fought back a gulp as I forced a smile onto my face instead.

"Newt? Uh... I haven't seen Newt in a while now, actually. I thought he was spending some family time with you?"

Theseus gave me a look that clearly said he wasn't buying any of my nonsense.

"We both know he's not spending time with me. He's been hiding out with you while planning some nonsensical scheme that's going to get both him and his muggle friend into deep trouble. Now tell me where he is."

"What? I mean, uh..."

"Y/N, I'm sorry, but I don't have time for this."

With that, he stepped forward, forcing me to step back or else be run straight into. He pushed into the living room, leaving me standing by the open door behind him, then poked his head into the kitchen in search of Newt.

"Newt! Come out, we need to talk!" he called. He stopped, apparently deciding Newt wasn't in the kitchen, before heading into the living room. I rolled my eyes and closed the front door.

"Please, come right in and make yourself comfortable," I deadpanned. Theseus just shot me a look over his shoulder as he continued to move around my living room. I huffed a sigh, but got dragged back into action as Theseus made his way across the room, getting closer to the back door Newt and Jacob had disappeared out of. If he got there, to the spot they'd left from, odds were significantly higher he'd be able to track them down, especially with a little magical help.

I just needed to buy Newt a little more time. He and Jacob were catching a portkey in twenty minutes, and if Theseus couldn't get to them before that, they'd be in the clear.

"So, uh, the Ministry is still trying to prevent the release of some animals, yeah? That's uh... that's what this whole thing is about?"

"My brother is trying to release dangerous animals into the wild," said Theseus, not halting his search through my living room. I took a few steps closer to him as they spoke. "Keeping them safe in his sanctuary is one thing, but turning them loose on the world is another..."

"I've met all of those animals, none of them seem particularly dangerous to me," I countered, crossing the room all the way to Theseus now. I moved in front of him, standing between him and his search of the top of my fireplace mantle. His eyes landed on me, an exasperated expression on his face.

"Y/N, please. Newt just needs to get a permit, and go through the proper channels. Then he can release whatever animals he wants."

I couldn't help rolling my eyes. "Oh please, you and I both know the Ministry will take ages. Some of those animals will be much better off if they're released now, and not a year from now."

"All the same, I need to do my job and get my brother back. Then maybe I can help him get his permit expedited, but until then, he has to wait. So, if you're done attempting to stall me..."

With that, he turned to start hunting through the rest of my living room, following Newt's trail. I moved after him, hovering over his every step and trying to erase any trace of Newt when I caught it before Theseus.

"Actually, I'm not done stalling you. I think we should talk a little more. Now that we're back to being friendly, you know, I think-"

"Nice try, Y/N, but it's not going to work," said Theseus, a slight smile on his face as he continued to make his way through my living room. "I can talk to you and search for my brother at the same time."

I looked around the room for some sign of inspiration to slow down Theseus, but started to panic as he headed for the door Newt and Jacob had left through. He flung it open and was about to walk out, which meant I had to do something, now.

"Wait!" I cried, rushing across the room towards him. He paused with a sigh and turned back to me, wand in-hand and ready to track Newt and Jacob.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, but I really can't stick around right now. I have a job to do."

"Okay, but just one second. This is important!" I said, slipping into the doorway between him and his target. He leaned forward and into my space, and I couldn't help feeling a little giddy at his proximity. I blame that feeling for clouding my judgment and impacting my next decision.

"What is it, Y/N?" he asked. I panicked, trying to think of something, but I couldn't focus on anything beyond the handsome, wonderful man in front of me and the fact that I could NOT let him through the door. He sighed and took a half step forward, placing his hand gently on my waist to move me aside, and I did the only thing that came to mind.

I grabbed Theseus' shoulders, leaned up, and kissed him full on the mouth.

My brain short circuited all over again as we kissed, and I swear fireworks surrounded us. Then, a moment later, reality set in. I jerked away from Theseus and my hand flew to my mouth, horror sinking in at my actions. I couldn't believe I'd just done that.

"Theseus..." I looked up at him to find him staring blankly off into the space just over my shoulder, looking completely shocked. "Oh my God... I am so, SO sorry!"

Theseus didn't respond, which got rid of any of the remaining fireworks lingering around me. I couldn't believe I'd just done that. Theseus and I had just started to get to a place where we had a good relationship, and I'd probably just destroyed it.

"Theseus, please, I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't have done that. I just... I needed to keep you from going after Newt, and... and it was the only thing I could think to do. Oh God." I facepalmed. Then, against the rational part of my brain screaming to let me give it control again, I kept talking. "I- well, I've had a crush on you since we were kids, and we were standing so close together and it's like my mind went blank, and it was the only thing I could think of-"

My ramble finally, mercifully got cut off as Theseus wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back to his side of the doorway before pushing me up against the wall right next to it. Before I could get my brain restarted, he was kissing me, with a level of passion and emotion that I'd only ever dreamed about.

Once I got over my own shock, I wasted no time kissing him back. I tangled my hands in his hair as his grip tightened around my waist, and we stayed like that for a long few moments before finally coming up for air.

We were breathing hard as we met each others' eyes, our faces barley an inch apart. He seemed as shocked as me that we'd actually just done that, and I couldn't help the joyful laugh that bubbled out of me.

"Theseus... what was that?" I asked, a smile steadily growing on my face as I fondly ran my hand through his hair again. He smiled back at me, a slightly sheepish grin on his face even though he looked just as happy as I did.

"I've had feelings for you for a few months now," he breathed. "I didn't know how to tell you, since we'd just gotten back on friendly terms and I didn't want to ruin anything..."

"I've been doing the same thing," I said. We shared disbelieving laughs, and I surveyed Theseus fondly while he looked me up and down with the same care. Theseus leaned in and rested his forehead against mine, the smile still on his face and his voice still a little breathless when he spoke.

"So... I kind of need to go chase my brother now, but... any chance you'd let me take you to dinner tomorrow night?"

I beamed back at him, leaning up to give him a light, soft kiss before responding.

"I'd love that, Theseus."

"Good! Great. Then... it's a date."

"It's a date."

We shared another smile, Theseus still looking a little giddy as he at last stepped away from me and moved towards the door again. The sweet smile turned into more of a smirk as he took one step outside, on his way to follow the path his brother had taken not long ago.

"So... you're not going to try to stop me going after Newt anymore?" he asked, a little of the confident swagger I loved so much back in his tone and body language.

"No," I said with a shrug. "He's gotten far enough away by now that you can't catch him."

Theseus groaned and looked up at the sky, then settled his gaze back on me.

"I hope you're wrong, Y/N. But if you're not... you're buying the first round of drinks as compensation."

"You're on," I replied with a grin of my own. "Have fun on your wild goose chase! Don't let the Ministry people get you down. Newt's doing the right thing."

Theseus just sighed, although he wasn't quite able to keep a fond smile off his face. Whether it was for me, his brother, or the both of us, I wasn't sure.

He gave me one last smile and nod before finally heading all the way out the door, shutting it behind him as he resumed his work. I smiled after him and slowly sank down the wall, my fingers brushing over my lips where Theseus' had just been. It didn't seem quite real to me that the past few minutes had really happened, but I knew for a fact it was real. And that I had a date with Theseus Scamander tomorrow night.

Newt was never going to believe me when I told him the story. Helping him with his crazy shenanigans had never turned out so well.

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whumpypepsigal · 2 years

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my brother sent me a couple of fantastic beasts the secrets of dumbledore deleted scenes and one of the deleted scenes is a whump scene. ITS SO GOOD!!! WHY ON EARTH DID THEY DELETE IT?

an injured newt, theseus taking of his injured lil’ bro, theseus and newt bonding, theseus taking care of qilin (the creature newt rescued) and he looks like a father taking of a child 🥹🥹🥹. THE SCAMANDER BROTHERS ARE MY WEAKNESS I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR. just chef’s kiss.

and yes, i made some gifs! posting them in a min

#the clip isn’t of the best quality #tried my best with gifs im about to post #fantastic beasts the secrets of dumbledore #the scamander brothers #newt scamander #theseus scamander

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i-choose-the-danger · 2 years

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Brothers After All

It's finally finished! I fell in love with The Secrets of Dumbledore the first time I saw it and I couldn't get enough of the dynamic between Newt and Theseus. With this film, we really saw them as brothers. Working together, bonding, so perfect. There are a few FB fics out there from this community, and mostly with Newt, but I rarely see Theseus involved in the fics at all and NEVER as the one teasing his sweet little brother. After the dvd of The Secrets of Dumbledore was released and I saw the deleted scenes, I about lost my whole mind. There is a beautiful scene that takes place with Newt and Theseus in Newt's apartment with the qilin. I was absolutely furious that it was deleted and I need MORE. This fic that I wrote is actually an extension of that very scene. Seeing it is what got the idea brewing in my brain. I just wanted to see Newt and Theseus show some more of that brotherly bond that we finally saw with this recent film. I adore them, I adore Eddie and Callum, and I just hope that you enjoy the fic.

Author's note: The fic starts with a whole write-out of the actual deleted scene itself, dialogue included. I didn't alter a single word of that. If you've not seen the deleted footage, then hopefully I've described it well enough for you to get an idea of it. I wanted to write out what I felt was happening beyond the dialogue. So everything from the beginning up to the line "We are brothers after all, Newt," is taken right from that scene. That belongs to the writers, the director, and the actors. Everything after that is all from my head. If you love it, then please heart it and share it and leave feedback. If you don't like it... then be respectful and keep scrolling. Fic starts below the cut. :)

Newt startled awake. His sensitive ears were well-trained to pick up on even the slightest of cries from his creatures and he knew that he'd heard one of them in distress. He felt completely disoriented and could barely open his eyes in the sunlight. The jolt of pain he felt in his right hand kickstarted a flood of memories to rush back to him - traveling to Kweilin, finding the qilin, the birth of the twins, Credence, the waterfall, the wyvern, that's how he ended up here. Newt had traveled back home with the qilin fawn he was able to save and brought her down into one of the basement habitats that he had prepared for her. He had only laid down for a moment in a hammock. I don't remember falling asleep. How long has it been? What time is it? Ow... Newt bolted upright and looked down at his throbbing hand. He'd poorly bandaged his injury before laying down and blood was starting to seep through the material.

Newt looked around the bamboo clusters of the habitat and realized he was alone. He was still disoriented due to lack of sleep, but his worry for the qilin was all he needed to help him focus. As he made his way closer to the steps leading up to his apartment, Newt heard the qilin again along with a noise that sounded familiar but was one he couldn't yet identify. By the time he'd climbed the stairs to the hallway, he heard someone speaking and started to panic that the qilin was in danger until he peeked around the corner to see his own brother sitting on the bed. Theseus was cradling the fawn in his arms and rocking her like a parent would to soothe an infant child.

"Alright, alright. Huh? Alright. Hmm?" Theseus clicked his tongue calmly and continued to rock the qilin in his arms. Feeling that he was being watched, he glanced up to see a very confused and disheveled Newt staring at him from the hallway. "I don't know what got into her. I thought I had gotten her good and settled and then... Hmm?" He looked over his little brother and took note of the bloody bandages around his injured hand. "That's a nasty scrape then. And by the looks of it, it needs changing." Newt didn't even respond, still trying to process the scene before him. Theseus cradled the qilin more firmly in his arms to keep his balance as he stood. "Alright, alright, alright, hmm?"

"So, in my case..." Newt finally stepped into the room, realizing that he wouldn't be able to argue against Theseus redressing his wound. "Next to the dittany, there's a blue bottle with some crushed yerba leaves." Newt practically collapsed his achy body into a chair and watched his brother lay the qilin down on a folded blanket at the foot of his bed. A flash of green caught his eye and he turned his head to see Pickett resting on the arm of the small rust-colored sofa beside his chair. "Pick, morning. You alright?" The bowtruckle cooed and chirped in response, holding up a matching bandaged hand and wrist, and looked over at the other man who was carrying Newt's suitcase to a nearby end table. Newt felt a twinge of anxiety as Theseus eyed him. Any second now, he expected a lecture on danger and responsibility and secrets.

"You know, I was trying to recall the last time that I was here." Theseus opened the suitcase and peered down into a seemingly endless length of shelves inside a wooden shed. It reminded him of the shed their father had when they were children. He bent over and ducked his head into the case to reach the bottle of herbs that Newt needed. It was right where Newt said it would be, and thankfully on a shelf near the top. "Let's take a look, shall we?" he asked after grabbing a roll of bandages with some tape and locking the case closed. With a flick of his wand, Theseus opened the curtains to the single window beside the bed, allowing the room to be flooded with enough light for him to see better. The qilin trilled happily as a few stray sunbeams bathed her in their warmth. Theseus knelt down beside Newt and carefully unwrapped the bandages that were haphazardly woven around his hand. He didn't know what had caused the wound, but it looked angry. He couldn't imagine how painful it must've been or how his brother wasn't even showing a reaction to the pain. "Well that's coming along brilliantly, huh?" he joked. Newt huffed nervously and looked away. Theseus unraveled the rest of the blood-soaked bandage and placed it on the end table in a small pile. "Do you want the leaves here?" he asked, shaking the bottle a little before pulling the stopper from it with his teeth. Newt only nodded, still looking away. Theseus took a firm grip of his brother's hand and peppered the contents of the bottle over the wound. It made an awful searing sound as the skin smoked and healed. Theseus could feel his brother's hand shake in pain. "Enough?" He didn't want to let go until he felt the hand stopped shaking. Or was it his own hand that was shaking now?

"Mmhmm. Yeah." Newt tried to keep his voice calm, but his hand was throbbing as the powder dissolved through his wound. It only took a moment or two for the pain to subside as he watched his skin knit itself back together and his brother start to wrap his hand with a clean bandage. "So exactly how is it that you came to be here?" Theseus had never been one to visit Newt unannounced, or at all really. This visit definitely had a purpose.

"Dumbledore suggested that I pop by and look in on you. Very mysterious about it too. I don't suppose you'd like to tell me what you two are up to, huh?" He reached over to the end table to grab the roll of tape and waited for an answer that never came. "No, of course you don't."

"Well, you know how Dumbledore is..." Newt mumbled. He still didn't want to look up at his brother. He had seen what he called Theseus’s ‘disappointment face’ more than enough.

"Full of secrets... like you," Theseus replied, looking directly at Newt. He taped up the edge of the bandage to keep it from unraveling. Pickett tried to get his attention to get a new bandage for himself as well, but Theseus was too preoccupied with what his brother had gotten himself into to realize it. "She's a qilin isn't she?"

"No, she's not." Newt was definitely too quick and unconvincing with his response. He couldn't say the words to his brother's face either, which made the statement even less convincing.

"I believe she is.”

"She's not."

"She is." Theseus smirked out of frustration. He knew he was right but couldn't figure out why Newt wasn't telling the truth.

"She's n-..." Newt just couldn't do it. He couldn't lie to his own brother. He finally looked up and locked eyes with Theseus, almost frightened of what would happen once he admitted the truth. A sigh. "She is," left his lips in a choked whisper.

"She is. What are you doing with a qilin, Newt? Hmm? Or is she another one of your secrets?" Theseus shook his head. He couldn't believe that Newt brought a qilin back to his home. Actually, he could, but he couldn't figure out why he would want to do something this dangerous given the upcoming election and Grindelwald still on the loose and most likely trying to rig it in some way.

"Yes, and you mustn't tell anyone that you've seen her." Newt could feel his heart pounding. This was not a conversation that he wanted to have right now. "I'm quite serious, Theseus."

"Alright." Theseus shrugged and stayed knelt in front of Newt, unsure of how to respond to this information.

"Just out of interest, how did you get her to settle?" Newt asked, pointing towards the fawn.

"I uh..." Theseus peered over his shoulder and back at Newt. He didn't expect the question but lying about what he did would be pointless. "I sang to her."

"Y-, but wh-, sa-, excuse me?" Newt was convinced that he was overtired, or that he'd hit his head too hard when he hit the water after falling from the cliff in China, or that maybe Theseus had misspoke. There was no way that he had correctly heard what his brother just said.

"You know that song that Mum used to sing? The one about the muggle that fell down a well?" Theseus cringed. Newt was staring wide-eyed at him as if he'd just grown an extra head. Maybe it had been too long and Newt couldn't remember the song. So he started to sing. "There was an old muggle who fell down a well..." He waited. A moment later, he watched the realization show on Newt's face.

"But along came a witch who did do him a spell," Newt sang back. And then both men continued in unison.

"When the muggle awoke he said dear woman do tell, is it Heaven I'm in or have I gone straight to-"

A loud trill from the qilin interrupted the melody and Theseus turned around to see what had happened. The fawn seemed very enthused by the tune.

"Come to think of it, that might have been one of Dad's old drinking songs," Theseus offered, trying to diffuse the moment.

"Oh that's remarkable!" Newt sat up straight in the chair and watched the fawn continue to happily roll around on the blanket. "See, they rarely consent to human contact, you know. Unless they sense an affinity, and-"

"And she senses an affinity with you, does she?" Theseus interjected, looking back at his brother.

"Yes." Newt bit his lip and looked back between Theseus and the qilin, settling on looking at his brother and giving a stern stare to say that he was proud of having such a bond.

"Well, there you have it. We are brothers after all, Newt." Theseus went silent and tried to take in everything that had just happened. He still didn't know where Newt had been, how he got injured, what he was doing with a qilin, or what crazy scheme Dumbledore had roped him into carrying out. His little brother was far too trusting and it worried him.

"I didn't know you were questioning it." Newt pushed his elbows against the armrests of the chair and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking down at his lap.

"Truth be told, I was beginning to wonder." Theseus glanced back at the fawn again and quirked a brow. Pickett made a small chirp and tapped gently at the elder brother's arm. Theseus turned back around and looked over the little bowtruckle, who was holding out its bandaged wrist. Newt had done his best to wrap it, but having only one uninjured hand himself it needed to be redone. Theseus didn't mind. He missed being able to take care of his little brother. "Hmm," he sighed, carefully ripping a thin strip off of another clean bandage. "Is there any creature you don't have some kind of affinity with?"

"I believe anyone can have that with any creature if they had the knowledge and desire to understand them better and were trustworthy." Newt dropped his hands onto his lap and brushed his thumb over the bandages across his opposite palm, holding the hand tighter as the touch stung. He kept his head down, but his eyes stayed focused on his brother and Pickett. Theseus was concentrating on rewrapping the bowtruckle's wrist as gently as possible without causing further discomfort. "Pickett trusts you. That says a lot. He wouldn't let just anyone near him."

"Contrary to what you may have thought, I do pay attention to what you do, Newt. There you go, little man." Pickett expressed a few small chirps as Theseus tied off the end of the bandage around his twiggy wrist. "I always have," he added quietly, looking back at his brother.

"You've never actually shown an interest til now, though." Newt's reply was soft, said more aloud to himself than with a purpose for Theseus to hear it. His boots scuffed against each other as his anxiety made his legs too restless to stay still, the scraping sound being the only thing cutting through the awkward silence that had now taken over the room.

"Now that I think of it," Theseus noted as he stood and stretched his legs. He grabbed the bottle of medicinal leaves and the roll of bandages before turning to take them back to Newt's suitcase. "I remember only one creature you ever truly disliked."

"Hmm?" Newt's brow furrowed. There were creatures that frightened him as they were fierce and dangerous, ones that tested his patience like his young nifflers, even ones that perplexed him as he'd not yet studied them enough to fully understand them... but he couldn't think of a single creature he'd ever come across that he outright disliked, unless some humans counted. "What do you mean?"

"It was when you were little," Theseus muttered before pulling his head back out of the suitcase and closing its locks. He stared at the floor for a moment and huffed a laugh to himself at childhood memories that were coming to him. He noticed the confused expression Newt wore as he walked back towards him. "You used to run from it all the time. I guess I wouldn't really call it a creature." He stood in front of Newt and smirked. With a hushed tone and clawed hands lazily held in front of himself, he added, "It was more of a monster."

"Oh no." Newt shuddered and sunk back into his chair as far as he could. That last word clued him in to exactly what Theseus was talking about. The qilin was staring back and forth between the brothers, obviously sensing Newt's tension.

"Ahh, you do remember now, don't you?" Theseus asked. He strutted around behind Newt and rested folded arms over the back of Newt's chair, which startled the man sitting in it. "Why so jumpy?" Pickett squeaked out what sounded to Theseus like an inquisitive uh-oh, not that he understood bowtruckle language.

"I'm not." Newt hugged his left arm around his waist and clamped its hand under his right arm. "That doesn't bother me anymore."

"I remember that one time Mum asked you to clear the horklumps out of her garden." Theseus shook his head, sighing as he looked to the ceiling. "For whatever reason, you brought them into our room."

"She wanted me to feed them to the gnomes," Newt interjected.

"But you just had to-" Theseus shrugged a hand up in agitation trying to find the right words "-be you. Their little bristles were everywhere."

"I was studying them. They sprout so quickly. I was curious how they grew." Newt hugged his waist a bit tighter and sunk lower in his chair remembering how the rest of this story unfolded.

"Everywhere, Newt! I was so frustrated that I didn't know what to do with you."

"I think you overreacted." Newt kept looking from side to side, all of a sudden sensing that his brother was about to do something he'd not done since they were children and he was far too exhausted to defend himself. "You came home early and I didn't have the chance to clean everything up."

"Oh, so it’s my fault, was it? You were so quick. I chased you through every room and you almost got away. Mum could hear your giggling from the other side of the house, especially when I got you right here." Theseus's hands darted out around the sides of the chair and gave one quick squeeze to Newt's ribs.

"Oi!" Newt practically jumped out of his own skin. A forced smile was tugging at his lips.

"Now you've lied to me twice in one day," Theseus pointed out, slightly amused. The qilin was now standing up on all fours and eyeing both brothers cautiously. Pickett chirped at Theseus and hid his small eyes behind a tangle of twiggy fingers. "Once again, I find myself so frustrated that I don't know what to do with you."

"Theseus, don't." Newt's warning would have been taken more seriously if it hadn't been coupled with a small hiccup of nervous laughter.

"Don't what?"

"Tic-hmmph." Newt immediately pursed his lips as he caught himself about to be tricked into asking for something he really didn't want.

"Not falling for that anymore, huh?" Theseus sighed and shrugged. "Oh well." His hands snaked around the chair again and latched onto his brother's sides, fingers wiggling in between ribs.

"Ahaha, no! Theseus, ple-he-he-he-hease." Newt could barely string two thoughts together as he squirmed in his chair trying to block his brother's hands. He summoned whatever energy he could to keep from laughing. He heard the qilin cooing from the other side of the room. "This is ridi-hi-hi-hiculous. You're going to get her riled up again!"

"I don't know about that." Theseus looked up at the qilin, who was comfortably nestled on a folded blanket and sunning herself while watching the brothers. "I think she's pretty well-settled, aren't you, hmm?" he asked. The fawn trilled softly in response and laid down on her side. "See? Perfectly content. I rather think she likes your laughter. And her well-being is your priority, I would say. So technically I'm helping."

Theseus went to poke his brother again, but Newt scrambled out of the chair to try to save what was left of his dignity before he could attack. Newt felt another wave of exhaustion take over after only three steps and needed to steady himself against the arm of the small sofa in front of the fireplace as he slumped onto its seat. Theseus sat beside him and looked him over to make sure he hadn't caused Newt any serious distress.

"Rubbish. You're awful." Newt held his injured hand across his body up near his opposite shoulder and rested against the side of the sofa. A few stray giggles were still escaping him as he tried to catch his breath. "I thought you took an oath as an auror against torture." He cast a sideways glance at his brother.

"True, but I'm not here as an auror on Ministry business. I'm here as a worried older brother who needs to take out his frustrations." Theseus gripped one of Newt's legs just above the knee and gave it a few quick squeezes, causing the magizoologist to squeak and release a frantic string of snorts and giggles. "That spot still gets you when you're tired. So much has changed and yet so much stays the same."

"Thes... Thehehe... Theseus!" Newt had tried to put an authoritative growl in his voice, but it failed to come through as it mixed with the gentle laughter pouring from the sleepy grin he wore. The qilin sat up attentively on Newt's bed, her tail swishing back and forth with excitement as she continued to watch the brothers interact. A moment later, Pickett came toddling across the back of the sofa squeaking happily. The mischievous creature brushed the fingers of its uninjured hand over the nape of Newt's neck. "No! Don't you start!"

"Oh, I forgot all about how you'd squirm if Mum got you there when she'd cut your hair." Theseus reached out and fluttered his fingers across the same spot Pickett had touched, eliciting a snort from his brother whose shoulders were scrunching into his ears. "Besides, a little laughter'll do you some good."

"How is this goo-hoo-hood for ME?!" Newt squealed in response to a hand spidering over his ribs again. Newt brought his knees up and tried to twist himself into a protective ball. "Come on, I'm injured!" he added in between restless laughs as he held his bandaged hand away.

"They say laughter is the best medicine, don't they?" Theseus joked, continuing to poke around his brother's ribs.

"Theseus-s-s-s-s, this isn't funny! Merlin's be-he-he-heeeard!" Newt's voice had gone hoarse from laughter. He was in a fetal position, his reddened face buried in his arms over the arms of the sofa. His nerves were already over-sensitive due to his exhaustion, but the constant scratching and poking and wriggling against his most ticklish spots was quickly diminishing his sanity. "I can't. No more."

"Alright, I think you've had enough." Theseus sat against the other arm of the sofa and held his hands up to let Newt know he was stopping his torture. "You're completely knackered. Get yourself cleaned up and get some proper sleep in your bed for a bit instead of downstairs."

"But I have to meet with Dumbledore to-"

"Sleep, Newt. And then we can go see Dumbledore. I'll tell him we'll be a while."

"We?" Newt sat up properly and rubbed the heel of his uninjured hand over each eye to clear away the tears from laughing and to rid them of the sleepiness he was feeling. "I don't understand."

"He asked me to check on you... and then go back with you to talk to him about whatever it is that involves her I imagine."

"But what about-"

"I'll stay here. I don't mind watching her," Theseus explained before Newt could protest further. He stood and pointed in the direction of Newt's bathroom with the sternest expression he could muster. "Now, go. Get out of those muddy clothes, clean up, and get some sleep... or we can go for round two."

"No! No, no. Alright." Newt realized that he was defeated in this argument. He was far too tired to argue and knew that Theseus was right anyway. There was also no way he would live through another round of tickling. With what little energy Newt could summon, he pushed himself up from the sofa and shuffled past his brother towards the bathroom. "Thank you," he mumbled quietly, before shutting the bathroom door behind him. About twenty or so minutes later, he re-entered the room in a pair of blue, white, and tan striped pajama bottoms and a matching buttoned shirt. He was no longer caked in dirt, but bruising on his face, collarbone, and feet were starting to show against his pale freckled skin. Theseus was standing by the window looking out at the street below and pulling the curtain closed. "I don't need to sleep long," Newt announced. The statement was far less convincing than intended due to the massive yawn that accompanied it.

"If not for yourself, do it for her. You can't take proper care of her if you don't take care of yourself first. Honestly, you don't always have to take the difficult route, you know."

"Sleeping is the difficult route," Newt said amid a heavy yawn. He slid under the blankets on his bed, careful not to push against the qilin who was still sitting at the bottom of it. Newt slowly turned onto his side and dropped his head onto his pillow with yet another yawn.

"Now don't worry about her," Theseus assured. He grabbed the newspaper from the end table and folded it down to stick into the pocket of his jacket he'd thrown over the arm of the sofa. "I can take her downstairs to wherever you had her roaming around so you can get some peace and quiet, hmm?" Theseus waited for a response but heard nothing. "Newt?" He looked over his shoulder, letting out a sigh as his eyes fell to Newt. The magizoologist had fallen fast asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. Theseus would have picked up the qilin and left the room, but she was already nestled up against Newt's hip and yawning herself. "Or I could just sit right here and babysit you both to make sure you get some sleep," Theseus added to himself. He yanked the newspaper free from his jacket pocket and carefully unfolded it before sitting down on the sofa. Noticing the qilin cuddle herself further against Newt, he took up his wand from the other arm of the couch and flicked his wrist while aiming it at the fireplace. A small flame grew and flickered over the logs. The room began to warm up in its glow almost immediately. Pickett hopped down onto the seat beside Theseus and held his hands out toward the fire to warm himself. The young bowtruckle voiced a few chirps and squeaks. "You can say that again, little man," Theseus replied, not even knowing what was said. He sighed and opened his newspaper, settling in to watch over his little brother.

#fanfic #Fantastic Beasts #The Secrets of Dumbledore #Newt Scamander #Theseus Scamander #deleted scene #ticklish!newt #the Scamander brothers #sorry this fic took so long #covid brain is no joke

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dumbledore-and-grindelwald · 2 years

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When Newt tries to move closer to Vogel, Anton's men move forward instantly and Newt stills himself. The moment they do, Theseus takes a step too. He wouldn't stand a chance against so many, but you bet he'd shield his brother and fight a hopeless fight for him.

Doing this within a foreign ministry might have risked Theseus' position as a head auror, but I'm pretty sure he'd still do it, if Newt was at risk.

#fantastic beasts #the secrets of dumbledore #theseus scamander #newt scamander #the scamander brothers #the scamanders

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obessedwithfictionalmen · 2 months

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✨️Masterlist✨️

John Egan:

I'll come pick it up after / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / End /

Did you just kiss me?

Alright, bet!

Protect You

Back to black

Until you come back home / 2 /

Stop trying to feel everything

Inventor

Soft and prude

Small space

Run!

You want my jacket?

Kiss me before you leave

I hate / love you

Princess and the fool

I have a plan

You're like me, but better

New Girl

Never felt so...

Too Sweet

Callum Turner:

Co- Stars / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 /

Qué serà serà

Finals season

Joe Rantz:

Training / 2 /

Theseus Scamander

Young, dumb in love

Curtis Biddick

Daylight

Your idiot?

You have to live

Gale Cleven

Told you she was real

Who did this to you?

Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal

Therapist

Ronald Speirs

Disguise

John Brady

Misunderstanding

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asterllus · 3 months

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I was thinking about...

"Oh, Newt. You never met a monster you couldn't love." from Leta Lestrange, and it made me think of James with the Black Brothers.

Because: "Oh, James. You never met a tragedy you couldn't save."

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itsisats · 2 years

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Care for you, Theseus x reader one-shot

Hey everyone!

This is my first ever fic posted here, and my first Theseus Scamander x reader. Hope you enjoy! <3

If everything goes well, I’ll try to update regularly and maybe open for requests.

This fic includes smut.

Summary: After meeting in a little late wearing the same clothes as you had the day before, Theseus draws conclusions. A little jealousy makes him realise his true feelings for you, causing him to act upon them. Fluff with smut.

Word count: 2.8k

(GIF not mine, credit to owner)

Theseus glanced up to the big clock in the office. The minute hand had reached 3. Which means it’s three minutes past 8 in the morning. And you weren’t there yet. Where were you? In all the years Theseus had known you, you were never once late. It was only three minutes past. To anyone else that might have seemed like nothing, but Theseus was starting to grow worried. Nothing was wrong, right? It was only a couple of minutes; surely, you’d be here any minute now. The minute hand struck 4. Theseus couldn’t bring himself to open the file of cases in front of him on his desk.

You and Theseus had been the best of friends ever since he had saved you from some bullies during your second year at Hogwarts. From there, he’d always sat beside you in class and in The Great Hall during meals. You’d even gone to visit the Scamander household in some holidays. The Scamanders all loved you. Even his younger brother Newt, who overall wasn’t very fond in the presence of people, enjoying the presence of magical creatures more. Theseus and you had both applied for positions at The Ministry after leaving Hogwarts, and you were both fortunate enough to land positions as aurors. Not long after, Theseus got promoted to head auror, and you were beyond proud of your best friend.

Yeah. Best friend. That’s all he was to you, and you to him, but ever since a certain encounter during sixth year you had realised that you had feelings, romantic feelings, for Theseus.

It was during the Christmas break in sixth year. You were sat on Theseus bed, a blanket draped over you whilst you were reading a book. Theseus was helping his brother with something and had asked you to wait in his room. You were so entranced in your book, you didn’t notice when the door creped open and Theseus sneaked to the bed. He jumped onto you attacking you with tickles. You had laughed so much trying to push the brown-haired boy off of you. In one final push you both fell off the bed in a scrambling mess, resulting with you landing on top of him. You bot stayed frozen in place. Theseus had reached a hand up to remove a strand of hair from your face, which then went down to stroke your cheek. Then Mrs. Scamander had called that dinner was ready, and you and Theseus had scrambled off of each other and headed down to the dining room. Neither of you spoke of the incident and acted like nothing had happened.

But you couldn’t act like nothing had happened. Because something definitely happened inside of you. Every time Theseus would smile, your stomach would fill with butterflies, and every time he would hug you, which wasn’t a rare occurrence, your breath would hitch in your throat. You wouldn’t want to admit it, but you had caught feelings for your best friend.

Years went by, and you started to suppress these feelings, especially after you started working together, considering the unprofessionalism.

The minute hand reached 7, and you came running into the office as quietly as you could muster. However, your arrival didn’t go unnoticed by Theseus, who in fact had waited for you. As you were getting settled in your chair and were about to open up a file a throat cleared from above you.

You looked up through your eyelashes and was met by a pair of concerned blue orbs.

“You’re late”

“Oh come on, Thes, everyone is late every once in a while. It was only seven minutes!”

“Yes. Everyone. Everyone except you. Not once in all the years I’ve know you have you been late. Never”

His eyes scanned your outfit.

“You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday” he stated.

Ah, yes. You were indeed. And it didn’t go unnoticed by Theseus’ trained investigative auror eyes. Your cheeks flushed red. You didn’t want to admit it, especially not to your best friend, but your dating life wasn’t going particularly well. With you trying to ignore the feelings you held for the very man standing in front of you and your busy work life, establishing a romance was not easy. So, occasionally you’d have one-night stands to fulfil your needs. Nothing wrong about that. You were single and far too busy to settle for a real relationship. Or so you believed yourself. Everyone craved the touch of another human every now and then.

“Yes, so? Is that against the Ministry policy?” you half-heartedly joked and looked down at your papers again.

“Who is he?” Theseus asked with a harsh tone. He didn’t mean for it to come out that way, but he was confused but he also felt… angry? Sad? He couldn’t tell. All he knew was, that you were wearing the same clothes as you had worn to work yesterday, which again, was very unlike you. He therefore came to the first conclusion that popped into his head. You hadn’t slept in your own bed.

“I’m sorry?”. You were taken aback by his sudden outburst of a question, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to discuss your unsuccessful love life with your best friend, crush and boss.

“Who is he?” he asked again. This time calmer, but tense. Was he clenching his jaw?

“Theseus, what are you talking about?” you tried to avoid.

“Who’d you sleep with last night?” he asked boldly, crossing his arms and staring at you intensely.

“Listen, Thes, it’s no one. Nothing really. It doesn’t matter, and frankly I don’t think it concerns you” you sighed, not wanting Theseus to pry into your private affairs.

Theseus huffed, but didn’t ask any further questions, as he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You were after all his best friend, and he cared for you. Deeply. Perhaps a little more deeply than a friend. But that wasn’t something you had to know. Theseus sat down in his seat again. He didn’t utter a word the entire rest of the day.

You stepped into your flat, using your wand to dry off the London rain. You stepped out of your boots and hung up your coat by the door. After having changed into something more comfortable, you started to prepare some dinner for yourself. Tiredly you flicked your wand around chopping up vegetables on a cutting board, stirring pots and setting the table.

After a lazy meal, you sat in your couch reading the newest edition of a witch’s magazine.

Theseus hadn’t been able to bring himself to eat anything. His mind kept drifting to you, and the thought of you with another man made his stomach churn. He had never felt like this before. A fiery feeling inside and almost feeling sick. He knew he cared for you, but perhaps in a whole other way than he had always thought. Perhaps he was just worried about you. Worried that you might get hurt by whomever you were with last night. Maybe he was worried like a protective brother. Nope. That was certainly not it. He was jealous. Jealous that another man got to caress and cherish your body. Who was this man? Did he even get to know your wonderful being? Get to learn, that not only were you a sight for sore eyes, but also a beautiful human being on the inside? You never failed to make Theseus laugh and you were kind. Oh so kind. You always made sure everyone in your presence was comfortable, not to mention your outstanding wit. Who did he fool? Theseus was absolutely head over heels for you, and he had to tell you. He didn’t care one bit about who you were with last night, all he knew was, that he had to make sure you never saw him again. And he wanted to make sure that you were only for his eyes, only for his hands and only for his heart. Before he knew it, his feet carried him to his hallway. He quickly put on his coat and boots and apparated to your flat.

A frantic knock lifted your gaze from the magazine. You picked up your wand and slowly walked towards your door. When you had opened your door, you were met with your best friend, who looked quite frustrated.

“Thes? What are-“

Your words were cut off with a pair of lips capturing yours. You dropped your wand as Theseus pushed you up against the nearest wall. Taken aback you didn’t kiss him back. This made him pull back.

“I-I’m sorry Y/N. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the thought of you with another man. Because you’re mine. You’ve always been mine and I care for you. So much. And the thought of you with another man, it makes my heart burn. I didn’t want to admit it earlier, but I have fallen for you. Fallen hard-” he took your hands into his “- and I’d love to prove to you, how much you mean to me” he kissed your knuckles.

You were frozen in place. His eyes frantically searched for something in your eyes saying that you wanted the same. You wanted to say something. Wanted to scream that you had loved him ever since Christmas in sixth year, but nothing came out. Your eyes flicked down to the lips that had just been upon yours and then up to his hopeful but seeking eyes.

“Y/N please say something” he whispered.

“What if I don’t want to say anything?” you whispered back.

He looked desperate, so you quickly decided that now, in this very serious and intimate moment, was not a time to joke. You grabbed either side of his face and pulled him to your lips in a heated kiss. He urgently kissed back one hand coming around your neck whilst the other snaked around the small of your back pulling flush against him. His lips were soft, and they moved against yours in a perfect sync sensually. He leaned his head to the side pecking your lips with his tongue, asking for entrance. You let him. It was heated. Your tongues moved alongst each other battling for dominance, him winning in the end. You pulled away to catch your breath which caused Theseus to groan lowly.

He quickly moved his lips to your neck where he started to nibble along the soft flesh, sucking and leaving marks a few places. Your hands moved into his hair pulling softly at the curls of his auburn hair. He kissed up your throat all the way to your lips, capturing them in a slow heated kiss. Then he pulled away panting.

“Would it be alright, if we brought this to the bedroom?” he asked, his voice laced with lust. Ever the gentleman. You simply nodded and brought his face back to yours. He hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to your bedroom.

But once inside your bedroom, the gentleman façade quickly dissolved. He pulled at your shirt trying to take it off of you. You obliged craving his touch as much as he craved yours. Next article of clothing to loose was your pants. He pulled away from your lips, much to your dismay and you reached out for him silently pleading him to keep kissing you. His eyes ranked over your almost naked form. Then his head duck down as he started kissing over your body.

“My.. beautiful.. girl.. only.. mine..” he muttered between kisses. You pulled at his dress shirt.

“It hardly seems fair that you’re still all dressed” you managed to pant out.

Craving your touch, Theseus quickly got rid of his clothes as well, leaving you both in your undergarments. Your hands were quick to slide over his fit body. He groaned lowly in appreciation, clearly enjoying your roaming hands. Although, that was a quick indulgence as he swiftly moved down you body laving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses. When he reached your underwear he hooked a finger under the hem of it, looking up and searching your eyes for some kind of consent. You smiled at him and hummed a needy “yes”. He slowly slid down your underwear ad threw them somewhere. You didn’t really care. What he was met with doubtlessly made him more turned on than he already was. His cock was rock hard in his underwear standing proud and needy for your throbbing wet folds.

But he must wait with pleasing himself. For now, it was about you. He slowly dipped his head down teasing your clit with his tongue. You gasped at the sensation, and your hands were quick to snake into his curly hair, which you pulled at softly. Theseus brought up a finger to rub against your folds and as he was pleasuring your clit with his tongue, he slid his finger inside of you curling it. You were already a moaning mess as his tongue and finger were working wonders on you. You called out his name as you were nearing your high, which made Theseus moan against your folds sending up pleasurable vibrations. You moaned loudly as he kept licking and gently sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves along with his finger pumping in and out of you.

“I’m close” you managed to gasp merely seconds before you came, your juices spilling onto his fingers which he happily licked clean. He then moved up over your body, gently rubbing his hardened member against your hip, desperate for some friction. You helped him remove his underwear, and you heard him mutter a protection spell under his breath before he started rubbing the tip of his cock along your entrance, his tip already slick with precum. He looked you in the eyes and kissed you intensely before putting his weight on his elbows his face creeping into your neck, kissing you softly.

“You’re so beautiful darling” he whispered in your ear. All you could do was let out a breathy moan and pull at his shoulders.

“Needy, are we?” he chuckled, his voice raspy and filled with lust. He couldn’t hold back himself any longer as he slowly slid into you. His cock twitched in anticipation, and he let out a low gasped moan. He stilled letting you get used to having him inside of you. He was big, but he filled you up perfectly.

You kissed his lips, urging him to move. He obeyed. Theseus was a passionate lover. He was sensual, moving in a slow but rhythmic pace. You could tell we was trying to hold back, so he could please you. Putting your pleasure above his. But he was also needy, letting out small grunts and moans with each thrust. His sensual thrusts made him able to go deep, hitting your g-spot over and over. You moaned in his ear, which only got him more turned on. He picked up his pace, still going deep but faster.

His thrusts became sloppier, and his moans more drawn out. He was close.

“Cum for me” you whispered in his ear, and that seemed to do the trick.

“Ah- fuck Y/N!” he moaned as he came, spilling his seed inside of you.

He kept still, as he tried to catch his breath. You were both panting messes. Then he slowly pulled out and kissed your forehead.

“Stay here” he said in a low raspy voice. He got up and went into your bathroom, coming back soon after with a warm towel. He cleaned up some of his seed that had spilled from your cunt, and gently wiped your inner thighs with the warm cloth. It was an odd but nice feeling. The small gesture showed that he also genuinely cared for you. He went back to the bathroom with the towel and hung it up after having cleaned it.

His eyes ranked over your naked body, the afterglow of sex radiant.

“Are you going to stand there all night, or are you coming over here so we can lay together?” you giggled.

“I’m sorry. You’re so entrancing. I can’t believe I finally have you”.

You smiled at his words as he came to the other side of the bed to lay down and softly cradle you in his arm. He kissed the top of your head and smelled in your scent.

“I’m sorry I didn’t buy you dinner first. That wasn’t very gentleman-ish of me” he mumbled.

You simply laughed and replied “Is’ okay”.

You rolled onto your other side, still laying with Theseus’ strong arms wrapped around you, so that you were now in a spooning position. He kissed you right below your ear and whispered “I love you, Y/N”.

Both of you had your eyes closed.

“I love you too, Thes” you silently mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear, as you both drifted off to sleep.

#theseus scamander #theseus scamander x reader #theseus x reader #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts the crimes of grindelwald #fantastic beasts the secrets of dumblredore #callum turner #callum turner x reader #crimes of grindelwald #secrets of dumbledore #scamander brothers #theseus scamander smut #theseus scamander fluff #theseus scamander x reader smut #theseus scamander x reader fluff

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kimitofutari · 10 months

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Protective big brother. 😌

#fantastic beasts #newt scamander #theseus scamander #scamander brothers #eddie redmayne #callum turner #thesewt #newt and theseus #theseus x newt #scamandercest #harry potter #my posts

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fckingfangirlever · 11 months

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Okay, so i got this idea.

Can we reboot Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them? But without the dumbledore and grindelwald storyline. Just Scamander brothers and the beasts.

In supernatural vibes. Two brothers, travelling and saving magic creatures.

OMG

Saving fantastic beasts, hunting poachers. The Family Business.

#supernatural #fantastic beats and where to find them #dean winchester #sam whinchester #harry potter #professor dumbledore #dumbledore x grindelwald #scamander brothers #scamander family #newt scamander #theseus scamander

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its-vannah · 2 years

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Mrs. Scamander - Theseus x Reader

A/N: I think this just topped "I Do" as my favorite fic I've ever written. I took creative liberty with Theseus' mum, which I think added a bit of humor <3

Word Count: 1,556

Warnings: Fluff (?), overbearing mothers

"Does everyone know why we're gathered here today?" Mrs. Scamander asked, her ankles crossing over one another as she nursed a cup of tea in the palm of her hand, bringing it to her lips.

Theseus nodded, running a hand through his dark brown hair, "Because Newt-"

"No, not because of Newt. It's about you." She said with a sigh, watching as her oldest son's brows creased.

"What in the bloody hell have I done?" He asked, shock spread across his face.

"Watch your mouth, Theseus." She warned, "Theseus, it's come to my attention that since becoming Head Auror, something I'm very proud of you for, that you've been… lacking in other areas."

He groaned, "Mum, please…"

Newt stirred beside his brother, trying to keep Teddy from rumaging in between the couch cussions looking for spare change. Once he wrangled the niffler into the crook of his arm, awkwardly smiling up at his mother.

She cleared her throat, "Theseus, if you look around this room, you'll find that you're surrounded by the people who care about you most."

He surveyed the room and took in the cold hearted truth of it: He really only let three people close to him, and even then, "close" was an iffy term.

Before him, his mother sat in her quilted settee, a look of worry on her face as she looked her son up and down. There were bags under his eyes, his hair was disheveled, and his tie was loosened around his neck. Theseus had barely slept the night before, or any night this past month, really.

To his right, Newt sat holding Teddy, more preoccupied with wrangling the niffler than trying to help with his brother's intervension. And to his left, you were perched on the arm of the couch, the tea in your hands untouched. If it had been anyone else, he would have questioned why they were a part of a family matter. But you had practically grown up with he and Newt, so it went without questioning.

"Mum, it's a big responsibility. I'm tired, that's all." Theseus said, giving her a weak smile.

"Being "just tired" may work when you don't get a lot of sleep at night, but you're far beyond that point," Mrs. Scamander shook her head, "Is it true that you've been falling asleep in the office?"

His eyes widened, "How'd you find out about that one? Who told you?"

The room went silent, his mother sipped her tea, and all eyes fell on you.

"Y/N!" Theseus exclaimed, "It was one time!"

"One time this week, Thes. And it's only Monday. Last week it was eight. Trust me, I counted." You frowned, setting your teacup on the sidetable, "I only told her because I care about her. And I know you wouldn't listen to me if I told you to get some more rest."

He huffed, crossing her arms, refusing to look in her direction.

"Theseus, stop acting like a child. We all know it's true." His mother sighed, waving her wand to refill her tea.

"And I suppose Newt told you something, too? How I've been adding more and more sugar to my tea to keep myself awake?"

He regretted saying it as soon as the words left his mouth.

"You've what? Theseus, that's not at all good for your health and you know it!" Mrs. Scamander scolded, "No, Newt told me about the incident at Hogwarts. You were left in, for lack of better words, a prison… hanging upside down? Is that correct?"

"Newt got me out of there just fine, mum." Theseus grumbled, slumping back into the couch. He flinched when he felt something move behind his back, watching as you slid your hand out of the way. He had almost forgotten that you had been rubbing small circles in his back for the past fifteen minutes in an effort to be supportive.

"Watch your tone, Theseus." His mother warned, "Look, I know things have been difficult, especially this past few years. With your promotion, losing Leta, getting back on the right track with your brother… But it's time to make better decisions, starting with your lack of sleep."

Theseus shook his head, "Mum, I'm a grown man. I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions."

She raised a brow and he immediately appologized, accepting his defeat, "I'll get more sleep."

"Continue."

"I promise." He finished.

"Now that that's out of the way, it's about time you settled down!" Mrs. Scamander explained, "I'm not getting any younger, Theseus, I'm in desperate need of a grandchild! Why, just across the street, the Wollenstones are expecting not one, but two grandchildren this spring! Come on, Theseus!"

"Why are you only asking me for grandchildren? Newt's here, too!" Theseus argued, but one look at Newt and he remembered why he hadn't settled down yet.

Mrs. Scamander rolled her eyes, "Newt already has someone on his mind, Theseus. The point is, you don't."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because I know my son."

Her words stung, but they were true. Between trying to rein his brother in and catch up to Grindlewald, he hadn't had much time to think about settling down with someone.

"I think it's best if I go. I have a lot of wo- resting- I need to do." Theseus swallowed the bile that rose in his throat, rising from his spot on the sofa.

"Aren't you going to stay for dinner? I made your favorite for dessert. Treacle Tarts." She frowned, waving her hand through the air to mimic the shape of the tart.

But Theseus continued walking, calling out that "that's Newt's favorite" over his shoulder.

Mrs. Scamander was about to follow after him, but you held out a hand, "Let me go, see if I can diffuse the tension."

She nodded briskly and you scurried after him, trying to catch him before he left.

You turned a corner into the hallway and another into the narrow foyer, dozens of photos of the boys hung on the wall, sprinkled in with at least a half dozen of you.

When you caught up to him, he was struggling to get his coat off the hangar, too frustrated to even think.

You approached him slowly, trying not to startle him. Placing a hand gently on his shoulder, you reached for the hangar with your other, "Let me help you."

He didn't fight you on it, his tight grip on the hangar loosening so you could grab it, his whole palm red from grasping it too hard.

Slipping the coat off, you set put the hangar back in the closet before helping him slip into the navy blue coat. Once it was over his shoulders, he turned back to you, a gentle smile on his face, "You were always too good to me."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug, and you grinned, "Always were a hugger, weren't you?"

Theseus stiffled a laugh, "Would you have it any other way?"

"No, I suppose I wouldn't."

You untangled yourself from him and he sighed, "I'll see you later, Y/N."

"Goodbye, Theseus." You smiled, and before he knew what he was doing, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

He then turned to walk out the door, not giving one thought about what he had just done. Then it hit him: he had kissed you. And, surprisingly, you had kissed him back.

Before the door could shut, Theseus turned and opened it back again. You stood in the exact spot you had been standing in when he had left, but your fingertips were now touching your face, a large smile spread across your lips.

Theseus couldn't help but smile back, taking long strides towards you as he tangled one hand in your hair, the other settling on your waist as he leaned in for another kiss.

Your hands found his shoulder and his chest as you fell into the embrace, lips moving against his.

Chances are, the two of you would have stayed like that for hours if it hadn't been for the clatter of a teacup on the floor.

Your heads whipped around to see Mrs. Scamander standing in the middle of the foyer, her eyes wide, tea seeping through the marble floors. She began jumping up and down, "Good Godric, it happened! Newt, it happened!"

Within seconds, she was bursting through the front door, bounding across the street to the Wollenstones, "Agatha, you won't believe it, I'm going to be a grandmother! Agatha!"

You and Theseus couldn't help but laugh, and you leaned your head into his chest, watching as his mother told the whole street about what she had witnessed, "I can't say I'm surprised."

"That my mother is sharing our moment with the whole neighborhood? Me neither."

"That's Mrs. Scamander for you." You giggled, your hand entwined with his.

"Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Mrs. Scamander." Theseus teased.

"Watch it, Theseus." You responded, raising a brow, "But for the record, I prefer gold bands over silver."

Back in the tea room, you could hear Newt call out, "That's what Teddy prefers, too, so I'd be careful if I were you!"

The two of you laughed, releasing the breath you had been holding for far too long.

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