#crimes of grindlewald
Although I do like the Newtina ship, but as a black female fan of the Harry Potter franchise, I was rooting for Leta and Newt more. Taking away the race dynamics, Leta and Newt simply have more chemistry than Newt and Tina. The way that Newt starred at the photo of her in the first film was beautiful. Leta Lestrange’s storyline is incredibly hurtful and offensive. If you’re going to write more diversie characters, specifically black female characters, don’t write her as the product of the rape of a black woman, a “tragic mulatto,” and then only to have her sacrifice herself for her white suitors. Regardless of which Scamander she ended up with, I wanted Leta to be more than a mere footnote in the love story of Newt Scamander and Tina Goldstein’s relationship. I wanted to see more black women be sought after and loved as full human beings and love interest in sci-fi/fantasy. I know that Tina and Newt’s marriage and Bellatrix Lestrange exist in the HP books. So, does that mean JK Rowling planned this awful storyline from the beginning? However, At the very least, a fun friendship between Leta, Newt, Tina, Queenie, and Jacob. I honestly wish JK Rowling hadn’t even created Leta Lestrange to disrespect her in this way.
Would anyone be into writing or (co-writing with me) a Newt Scamder x Black!Reader series, or do I have to do it? It’d be cool to see with the time frame and Newt’s personality.
overview: you and Theseus go to hogsmead together Christmas shopping where your feelings for one another become impossible to ignore.
A/N hey guys thank you so much for all of the support that you have given to SWS I can’t believe it!! Don’t worry I’m still going to be writing this for a while for those asking however I will be writing other imagines too for other people so please go give those some love as well. I hope you guys like this :)
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The entrance hall was crammed with hundreds of excited Students, all clamouring at a very red faced Filch barking at them to form a line. People were wrapped in their house scarfs, and bobble hats twinkling Christmas tunes when squished made the atmosphere even more magical. Theseus Scamander scanned the crowd, looking for you without trying to look too panicked. You’d agreed to go together to hogsmead but there was still a part of his brain that thought maybe you’d changed your mind. Nevertheless, he’d been determined to make an impression, and has worn his favourite grey jumper and had attempted to tame his hair, although after multiple failed attempts had been able to cram his curls under a dark blue bobble hat. He heard his name being yelled and whipped around, to see you trying to push through a crowd of burly Slytherin 5th years.
“I was beginning to think you’d stood me up,” he teased, the sense of relief making his body lighter.
“I forgot my galleons,” you laughed “shall we go?”
You both signed out with filch and followed the snowy path down from the grounds to the village nestled below a cloud of smoke rising from the chimneys. Your conversation was light and comfortable, only breaking when one of you occasionally slipped on a patch of ice, causing the other to burst out laughing.
“Who do you need to buy for?” You asked.
“Mum, Dad, Newt and You.”
“Newt’s your brother right? The one who keeps all of the animals?”
He sighed, smiling. “He’s crazy. He wants a pair of dragon Hyde gloves because he keeps burning his hands. I think he’s found a salamander egg.”
“So are you going to buy them then?”
“I’ve been saving for the past 2 months for them.”
In that moment you didn’t think your heart could melt any more. You grabbed his hand and headed towards the potions supply store first so he could get them. Inside it smelt of burnt Lavender, the walls covered with glass jars containing different coloured liquids. Some were luminous and glowed like little flames, others were bubbling so violently they rattled in their holders. There were cauldrons full of dried up grindylow skulls and boomslang skin littered about too, although these caused a chill to run down your spine.
“Here’s the pair he wants,” Theseus said, carrying a pair of dark red gloves, thick like leather yet made of thousands of tiny scales that rippled when moved. He looked at the price tag-and his heart sunk. They were way more expensive than he thought they were going to be.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m short by 5 galleons,” Theseus grimaced, dropping them back on the table where he just picked them up “that’s fine. I’ll just have to get him something else.”
He went to move away, but your hand wrapped around his wrist. “I can give you the money.”
“It’s fine,” Theseus brushed off “I can get him something else.”
You grabbed the gloves and went up to the counter “these please,” you smiled to the witch, who nodded.
“Y/N no, it’s fine.”
“It can be part of your Christmas present.”
“I don’t want to owe you anything.”
“You don’t,” you shook your head “stop worrying.”
He smiled, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he handed over the rest of the money, grabbed the wrapped parcel and stepped back out onto the snowy street. “Thank you.”
“That’s okay.”
“I promise I’ll pay you back,” He gabbled, his eyes wide “I don’t want to owe you money-“
You cut him off “Theseus stop. It wasn’t a charity thing, or something to embarrass you by.” You stepped closer to him, you glove hand intertwining with one of his “you promise me you won’t beat yourself up about it?”
Theseus kept looking down, partly out of sheepish embarrassment and also he was staring hard at your hand, willing for his hand to not get uncomfortably warm so you wouldn’t pull away. “I won’t,” he smiled “thank you. So much.”
You squeezed his fingers. “C’mon, let’s go to Honeydukes.”
“Well,” Theseus puffed, dropping onto a stool and pulling off his gloves by his teeth “You could say that was successful.”
“I can’t feel my toes,” you laugh, dropping your wrapped packages on the floor of the three broomsticks and sighed, your body defeated. You were able to get everything off your list-a set of wizards chess for mum, a collection of old Quidditch cup brochures for Dad, sweets from honeydukes and stink Pellets for your friends and siblings. You’d also been able to buy something for Theseus when he was talking to a group of his friends that you’d bumped into, and you couldn’t wait to watch him open it. “I’ll get drinks,” Theseus said “two butterbeers?”
“Oh my days please,” you laugh, and he went off to the the bar. You warmed your hands by the fire, admiring the large Christmas tree that was lodged right between the table, making them almost invisible to the rest of the Pub.
Theseus returned to the table carrying two large mugs of golden liquid, and the pair of you sat in silence, taking deep gulps and staring into the fire.
“You staying at Hogwarts for Christmas?” You asked.
He nodded. “Newt too. Mums abroad for work. You?”
“First time.”
“Great, so I can’t even escape you in the holidays.”
“Rude!” You giggled “I’m returning your Christmas present.”
“No wait I’m sorry,” Theseus back peddled, his eyes twinkling with delight “have I told you that you’re the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen?”
Your face got very hot, and it wasn’t from the roaring flames. “No,” you leaned in closer, trying to keep your voice steady. You heard his breath hitch slightly. You were both co close you could count the freckles dusting his cheekbones, see the way his pupils dilated and moved. Theseus swallowed, trying to keep his cool. He wanted to lean in so badly. Just a split second and his lips could touch yours.
Do it, you desperately thought, Kiss me.
Kiss her his mind goaded.
And then, as he was about to move, a loud ringing made you start. 5 o’clock.
You both had jumped back, the air between you awkward and heavy. Students started to disperse, making their way back up to the castle for dinner. Neither of you moved. You hid behind you hair. He hid behind his glasses. Neither of you knew what to say. Finally, Theseus coughed. “We should….you know..”
“Yea,” you said, standing up and pulling your hat and coat back on. You both picked up your parcels and made your way back out into the the snow, trudging back up the hill as the sky started to turn a molten pinky orange. You got to the shrieking shack and paused, huffing heavily. The parcels were becoming a hindrance, so you placed them on the ground, waved your wand and with a pop they vanished-they should be on your bed when you get back to the common rooms. Theseus did the same. Another silence followed.
“Y/N.”
You looked at him. His curls were tinged gold from the sun, his cheeks flushed red from the cold, looking so handsome it caused your stomach to jolt. “Back there. With us-“
“It’s fine.”
“No it’s not. I shouldn’t have done that, I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything.”
“Oh.”
“No that I didn’t want to,” Theseus panicked, tripping over everything he wanted to say in a desperate attempt for you not to look so hurt “I wanted to. Very much-why wouldn’t I want to, you’re gorgeous-“
“You wanted to?” You snapped your gaze up to his, your heart racing a hundred miles an hour. Theseus stopped, realising what he’d just said. “Of course I do.”
He smiled shyly, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. Theseus leaned in, his throat clenching as he gently put his hands on your waist. He paused, raising his eyebrows to ask if that was okay, to which you nodded and did the same. You were so close, your breath mingling together just that moment longer.
And then, softly, Theseus leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes closed, relaxing your lips so that the pair of you moulded together. His hand gripped around you, pulling you in as he leaned further into the kiss, his mind screaming with joy. When you broke away he cupped your face in his two hands, wanting this moment, of you standing there with the light of the setting sun making you more beautiful than he ever thought possible, to burn into his brain. He couldn’t help himself but lean in again, making sure that his glasses didn’t knock your nose. You lost track of time, didn’t notice the sky growing darker and the stars start to appear. you only focused on each other, and how all you wanted to do was to stay there, in this moment, lost in each other.
Overview:You’re going to the library late at night to study and Theseus Scamander can’t resist speaking to you when you study opposite one another.
A/N:This is my first ever imagine here on tumblr so if it’s not the best then don’t hate me haha. If you have any requests for more Theseus imagines or anything else(I can write other people too) then just let me know.
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The library seemed to block out the echoing yells of the rest of the school. Heaving a sigh of relief you scrabbled to grab your wand from your pocket whilst clutching onto the pile of dusty books that were precariously slipping with the sheen of rain from the outside. A lazy flick and they were hovering in a neat pile. The followed you as you started to make your way through the aisles of books and clusters of students to find a quiet place to study. Classic you, you’d left an essay for Potions at the last minute, which meant pulling another all nighter to get it done in time.
In the corner, tucked between shelves about hinkypunk origins and water plants and their properties, were two desks opposite each other, worn in and forgotten. They were right by a window though, with a view of the sprawling grounds, and that made it your favorite spot to go to. You were surprised however to see that you weren’t alone.
A 7th year boy was hunched over the desk, scrawling hurriedly on at least a foot of parchment, so lost in concentration he didn’t even notice you were there until the pile of books landed with a soft thump. His head snapped up in surprise. By the light of the small orb bobbing gently above him, you recognized him; Theseus Scamander. You’d seen him in there before, often like you staying here late into the night hidden behind piles of books, before leaving bleary eyed and glasses askew. He was wearing them now. They worked well with his messy dark curls that fell over his forehead, making him look effortlessly cute. Smiling awkwardly You slid into the opposite seat and pulled out your quills and ink, throwing your hair up into a pony tail and trying to look like you were really interested in the first book you pulled in front of you, a dauntingly big and dusty copy of “druids and their droughts.” Easier said than done. Everything you read went in one ear and out the other and you started to long about your warm bed in the common room. In your states of boredom you couldn’t help to Surreptitiously stare at the boy opposite you.
“Is there a reason you’re looking at me?” Theseus asked, not looking up from his writing. You could hear the smile in his voice. laughing lightly to hide the embarrassment you reply “sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s flattering.” He looks up and smiles before offering out a hand for you to shake, which you did. You couldn’t help but notice the way that his rolled up sleeves showed his slight muscle and his grip made the veins in his arms protrude all the way down to his hands. You could feel the chill of the sliver ring that was on his thumb on your hand, and you almost zoned out looking at his hands as he introduced himself “I’m Theseus.”
“Y/N” you smiled.
“You’re in 6th year, aren’t you?”
“Yea, how did you know that?”
He shrugged “I’ve noticed you here a few times and I heard you mention it.”
“Oh, so you’ve noticed me?” You teased, and was surprised when you saw a funny blush dust his cheekbones.
“You could say that.”
You bent down, hiding your bashful smile as you started to copy your friends notes. You heard him get back to his, and for a while you both worked in silence as the rest of the students stared to dwindle and the night went on. Your eyes started to itch with fatigue and you were never good enough at charms to stop yourself from feeling like this. You almost gave in and went to bed when you heard a soft cough. Theseus was holding his wand; a warm purple liquid was spurting out into a mug he’d conjured.
“Should stop you falling asleep,” he smiled sweetly. Touched, you thank him and take a sip, enjoying the taste of what seemed to be blueberry muffins dancing on your tongue.
“How’s your work going?”
“All done,” he smiled, ruffling his hair causing the curls to bounce around “it’s not my best but I think It’ll be okay. “
“Oh.” You were slightly disappointed that he’d be leaving you alone now-even though you hadn’t spoken much it had been nice to hear the scratching of someone else’s quill and the occasional awkward “sorry” as your hands brushed grabbing books from next door piles.
“What are you working on?”
“Potions,” you groaned. You were really starting hate potions.
“I’ll help,” he offered, pulling his chair around and leaning close to your shoulder to read what you’d written. You tried not to over react to the fact that you could smell the faint left over of his cologne, or the fact that you could see the freckles dotted on his neck. You watched as he picked up a quill and stared to scribble in the margins of your work, adding extras and highlighting parts that you didn’t need.
“It’s good,” he reassured “I did this essay last year and remember what my notes were. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No,” you whispered, before snapping out of your daze and looking away so he wouldn’t see your look of embarrassment. Theseus had seen however, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the fluttering of bashfulness that overcame him. You were cute-even cuter than he’d thought when he’d noticed you these last few months. The fact that somehow, he’d been able to actually talk to you without stuttering with nerves was better than acing any essay.
He opened his mouth to speak when a loud bang made you both jump. The librarian was hovering over you, scowling so deeply her forehead looked like it would crack at any point. “Is that a drink I see Mr Scamander? By BOOKS??”
“I think that’s our cue to leave” Theseus quipped, and together you both packed up your things and dashed out the library to the sound of the librarian’s lecture of “respect” and “gratitude” ringing in your ears. Rounding a corner, you both stopped, catching your breath and stifling chuckles so you weren’t caught by Filch.
“So. Y/N.”
“Theseus.”
“You wouldn’t happen to need help on any other essays, would you?” He grinned.
Your heart started to pound faster, but you kept your voice light as you mused “I have a transfiguration essay due Monday which I haven’t started.”
“Well,” Theseus smiled, leaving a bit closer so his breath tickled lightly against your ear “if you’d like…I could…maybe- “
“I’d love that.”
He beamed widely, ducking his head so once more a loose curl fell into his eyes, and it took everything in you not to to wind a finger around one “Same time same place tomorrow?”
“Looking forward to it,” you smiled, hoisting your bag over your shoulder. “Good night Theseus.”
“Good night Y/N.”
You both paused for a second, then parted ways. And yet Theseus kept turning back until you were swallowed up by the darkness, his smile getting wider and wider as he started to count down the minutes until he could see you again.
Imagines
Overview:You’re going to the library late at night to study and Theseus Scamander can’t resist speaking to you when you study opposite one another.
overview: A couple of weeks have gone by since you and Theseus started to hang out and the pair of you can’t help but notice each other more and more
overview: you and Theseus go to Hogsmead together Christmas shopping where your feelings for one another become impossible to ignore.
Overview: You can’t help but notice the way Theseus acts around Leta, causing you to wonder if the kiss meant anything to him like it did for you.
Overview: it Christmas at Hogwarts, and you and Theseus meet in your spot to exchange Presents.
Warning: Spoilers
- “Her eyes… are like salamanders.” “No, don’t say that.”
- Newt being an adorable person for two and a half hours straight
- Hedwig’s Theme that played when they reached Hogwarts
- McGonagle? Still a badass? Oh yeah she is.
- That entire Hogwarts flashback about Leta Lestrange and Newt
because we all needed to go back home for a bit, y’know? - “I can’t tell if you’re making a joke or if you’re just… French.”
- Jacob just… cracking Nicholas Flamel’s fingers?
- Grindelwald and Dumbledore’s little moments™
- You know, your eyes really do look like…” “Like what?” “I’m not supposed to say it.”
- Tina!! because she’s amazing, am I right?
- Jacob’s face when Newt licked the ground
- Nagini because that character has so much potential, I’m ready for more movies with her
- Queenie!!
I mean, before she joined freaking Grindelwald *screams* - Every single one of Newt’s creatures because they’re as adorable as he is
- *awkwardly talks with Nicholas Flamel* “You don’t look a day over 375.”
- Jacob’s face when Newt stuffs his face into a feather
- little Newt’s boggart being an office job
- The v i s u a l s in that movie, oh my god
- TinaunderstandingNewt’s salamander comparison and finishing his sentence
