Studying with Scamander part 4

Theseus X Reader

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.

A/N: hiyaaa! I know it’s been 2 weeks I’m really sorry I’m almost on Christmas break now which means 2 weeks of writing So I’ll be posting a lot more I promise. Thank you so much for all the support it still blows my mind!! Remember to send me any requests that you may want.

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“Uh….Hi.”

Theseus Scamander looked up from the book he was reading his heart instantly started to hammer violently against his rib cage. He didn’t know what to say. After the kiss all Theseus had done was talk about you-it had got so bad that Newt, bored out of his mind hearing about how amazing you were, had simply walked away, muttering under his breath to what ever animal he was hiding in his breast pocket that day. And now, here you were and all Theseus could choke out was “hello.”

He tried to look nonchalant, but jammed his hands under the table so you wouldn’t see the way they’d started to sweat.

You slid into your normal seat, pulling your stuff out and setting up the usual book towers, with a parting in the middle so you could look at each other. He looked so cute today. You couldn’t help it-how was it possible for someone too look that good all the time? It should be illegal.

“So…how are you?”

“Hm?” You blinked, realising he was talking to you “Oh, fine thanks.”

“Good.”

“You?”

“Good. Fine. The usual.”

You frowned,perplexed. He was acting odd. Okay, you weren’t expecting some passionate make-out session and the exchanging of promise rings, but you at least thought that he’d want to talk to you.

That was it. The end to the conversation. This was then followed by ten minutes of awkward quill twirling, you cracking your knuckles and him scratching the slight stubble on his jaw. Both trying to get on with your work and both unsuccessful. Inside you were screaming. Why was he acting like this? Had the kiss really been that bad?

Just then, an unfamiliar voice piped up “Theseus, Hi!”

Theseus turned, his face breaking into a beaming smile “Hey Leta.”

Leta Lestrange. Already she was irritating because of how stunning she was-and she was a fifth year. You’d seen her with Newt in the corridors, heard what people had said about her-a ball of energy that you either hated or loved. You hadn’t quite decided which one you felt yet as you attempted to push your jealousy aside. She came up and walked into Theseus open arms, giggling lightly as he jokingly rocked her side to side, her raven hair bouncing “Oh, hey!” Leta smiled, breaking the hug. She held out her hand “I’m Leta.” You shook it and introduced yourself. Her eyes widened in recognition “you’re the famous Y/N!”

“Famous?” You asked.

“Theseus was just talking about his study friend yesterday!” She lovingly poked his shoulder “even choosing to stay at Hogwarts with her instead of coming to spend Christmas with my family like he always does.”

“Newt’s going with you!” Theseus smiled lightly.

“But I wanted to spend time with you.”

You weren’t listening anymore. All you could hear was the taunting drill of the word “friend.” You’d never felt so angry and hurt in your life. “Friend.” You tried to catch Theseus’s eye, but he was watching Leta with an expression that make your blood boil. You knew that you’d only just kissed recently but the fact that he was labelling you a friend made everything so much worse. And the way he was smiling at her, all caring and loving. You couldn’t compete with that. You tried to hide your tears by looking down at your work, letting you hair fall in front of you. Your ears were straining hard however, desperate to hear what Theseus was going to say.

“I do always love Christmas at yours.”

“There’s still time to book a seat on the train.”

For a second, he considered it. You were acting so odd around him, making the idea of spending Christmas together awkward and daunting. But when he looked over and saw you, he just couldn’t do it. He’d miss you too much.

“Ill pass thanks Leta,” he smiled politely, and she shrugged sadly.

“I’ll miss you,” Leta sighed, resting her hand on his shoulder.

“Look after Newt for me.”

“Yea Yea,” she rolled her eyes “I guess I’ll see you next term?”

He pulled her into one more hug “Merry Christmas Leta.”

“Merry Christmas Theseus,” Leta turned to leave, waving to you goodbye; you didn’t return it. You decided you definitely hated her. Leta walked off and the heavy cloud of uncertainty descended once more. You were tying to stay silent, biting the inside of your cheek until you could taste blood, but your anger was almost uncontrollable.

“She seemed nice.”

“She is,” Theseus nodded “we’ve been friends for years.”

You scoffed “yea right.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Well,” your tone was dripping with acidic sarcasm “I don’t fondle my male friends.”

“She wasn’t fondling me,” Theseus’s cheeks were flushed and his face scrunched up in confusion.

“She was stroking every part of you!” You mocked her high pitch tone, batting your eyelids and tossing your hair about “Ooo Theseus I wanted to spend time with you.” Theseus, stared aghast as you giggled sarcastically “I’ll miss youuuuu.”

“Why are you being so bitter?”

“I’m not.”

“Yes you are,” Theseus said, his gut twisting “she’s just a friend.”

“You sniffed “What, like I’m just a friend?”

“Y/N no! what’s with you?”

“I don’t know Theseus. Maybe because you’re too ashamed of me to tell your precious Leta the truth!”

There was a deathly silence. Theseus was stunned. He didn’t know what to do. He’d never seen you this angry; eyes sparkling with tears, your voice quivering with emotions. It honestly frightened him.

Gently, he repeated “Leta is just a friend.”

“Oh come on Theseus,” you choked “I see the way she looks at you.”

“And yet,” Theseus replied “all I see is you.”

Your heart fluttered wildly. The crushed quill in your hand was dropped, and you suddenly felt very vulnerable sat there, blotchy skin and heightened breath.

Theseus braced himself. “Do you regret it? The Kiss?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“Me neither.” Your heart swelled with relief and you instinctively reached out and grabbed one of his hands, allowing his fingers to gently tickle your palm as he smiled at your warmly. “I don’t think I ever could.”

“Well that’s a relief,” you laughed lightly.

He unlinked your hands to move around to sit by you, his eyes shining under the low light of the library. You were glad at this moment that you two were hidden by shelves of dusty books else everyone would see the way he was looking at you. Like what he was seeing was something so amazing he didn’t want to look away.

“I thought you didn’t want to be with me,” he admitted.

Your eyes widened “are you crazy? All I want to do is spend time with you.”

And that was all the conformation Theseus needed. Cupping your cheek he leant in, but stopped, your lips millimetres apart. He was teasing you. your skin started rippling with goosebumps. You looked into his eyes, the way at they twinkled behind his glasses, his slight smile. He paused a second more, enjoying the way you grew more and more desperate, before pressing his lips against yours.

This time the kiss was different. Both bodies in sync, breath small and quick with desperation as you didn’t want to stay away from each other my longer than You had to be. You could feel this one was different because It was both of you. Both of you were smiling. And as you kissed, you both felt the same thing; your hearts starting to fall.

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: 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 

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It’s terrible isn’t it?”

Theseus Scamander looked up from the parchment, his slightly dazed expression focusing on your anxious one. He paused, wanting to build the suspense. “Much better,” he grinned, pushing the parchment back to you “defiantly better than your last essay.”

You whooped in delight, not caring about the scowls you received from the group of fourth years huddled around the wireless spitting out muggle Christmas tunes. Theseus chuckled. He watched as you read back his feedback, racking his brain for something funny or charming to say. It had been three weeks since you two had started to study with each other, and every time he went over conversation topics in his head. He’d deliberately started to leave his work later and later despite the niggling anxiety that’d would sit in his stomach- the more he had to do the more time he got to spend with you.

“How did your muggle studies go?” You asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. 

“Not great.”

“Oh no.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he brushed off “I’ve been given an extension.” You knew he wasn’t telling the truth though. The deep frown lines between his eyebrows were a clear sign that he wasn’t happy with what he got. You couldn’t help but feel guilty. What had started as the occasional hour or two had become every night meet ups until the very early hours of the morning. Same tables, same time. You’d listened to Theseus’s excited rants about him wanting to become an auror, that this was what he’d wanted to be once since his first year.  He couldn’t afford to start to drop now, and he knew that.

“Give me the book.”

“Why?”

“I’m going to test you.”

“Y/N no” he shook his head and almost knocked off his glasses in the process “you don’t have to.”

“I don’t have to, I want to.”

“Y/N-“

“Theseus” you cut him off, grabbing his hand that was trying to get the book and held on, trying to ignore the part of your brain where all you were thinking about what how lovely it felt having his thumb instinctively hook around yours “let me help you.” He opened his mouth to protest, but when he saw your wide eye gaze, he felt his pride melt away. He nodded.

“Okay,” you flipped open the book “where shall we start?”

 You spent the next two hours testing him on the muggle world war, prompting and correcting until he was able to answer any question without hesitation. Once again, the sun had set and the library was starting to empty, causing the early December chill to start to set in your joints. 

“When was it believed for the war to finish?” You asked, your teeth violently chattering.

“Christmas 1914,” Theseus cocked an eyebrow “are you cold?”

“What? Nooo.”

Dropping his quill, he started to pull his jumper off, messing up his hair into an adorable halo. You tried not to look at the exposed skin by his waist-you failed. The jumper was stretched and faded, but when you pulled it on you couldn’t help but sigh as the warmth engulfed you. 

“Very cute,” Theseus teased. You struck an over dramatic pose, flicking your hair “I really rock the baggy look.”

“Defiantly,” Theseus nodded, before realizing how eager he’d looked and then mentally slapped himself. You didn’t notice however, as a second later you yelled so loudly you heard a pile of books fall a few aisles away, followed by someone swearing colorfully. 

“It’s snowing! Theseus look!” You knelt on the desk to get a better view, Theseus leaning over with his head by your shoulder. Although it was pitch black outside, thick flurries of white snow were dashing by the window as thick as Cotton wool balls. 

“Just in time for Hogsmead as well.”

“You were planning on going?” Theseus asked casually.

You nodded “I’ve got to get Christmas presents I time to send them before the last owl.”

“Me too.” He hesitated. Took a deep breath and pushed any of his nerves aside “would you want to go with me?”

You looked at him. He nibbled his lip nervously. 

“But then you might see what I get you for Christmas.”

“I promise I won’t look,” Theseus smiled “I’ll even take my glasses off.”

“Don’t, you know I find your glasses cute.”

“That’s why I always wear them.”

Ignoring the urge to have a whole-body reaction to his last comment you said “it’s a date.”

“Cool.”  You looked down at him, his smile so charming you couldn’t help but smile back. His hands were clasped under his chin, pushing his face to look rounder and more childlike. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something. You felt your breath catch. You leaned forward slightly, letting the sleeves oh his jumper to hide your clenched fists to hide your nervousness. He paused. Then, a heavy blush coloring his pale skin, he closed it again. You both went to looking back at the snow, both brains thinking the same yet too stubborn to do any more. Both pulses thumping and disappointment on your faces.  The clock struck one. Time to go. Reluctantly, Theseus started to pack up your stuff, and distinguishing the candles with a flick of his wand. He held out a hand and helped you down, politely nodded goodnight to the Librarian skulking at the desk waiting for you to leave so she should lock up. You walked together in silence through the shrouded corridors to the west wing where you would part ways to your different common rooms. Theseus said goodnight, and started to walk when you called “I still have your jumper!”

Theseus turned back, his smile soft and his voice full of adoration. 

“You keep it. It never looked as good on me as it does on you.” 

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.  

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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.

Studying with Scamander part 5 Theseus X Reader

Overview: it Christmas at Hogwarts, and you and Thesues meet in your spot to exchange Presents.

A/N Merry christmas Guys!! I’ve had a really relaxing day of eating a lot of food and spending time with my family. I hope that all of you are having good holidays, whether you celebrate Christmas or not :) thank You again for all of the support on my work these past few weeks, I’m really looking forward to continuing to do this in 2019. I hope you enjoy this Christmas special x

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The Library was empty, slumbering in silence. You almost felt as if you were breaking in as you gingerly closed the door with a puff of dust. You deeply inhaled the smell of old books and the pine scent that clung to your clothes. You knew spending Christmas at Hogwarts would be magical, but you didn’t expect for your love of the place to grow even more. Outside the lake had frozen over, the shadows of fish and at one point what looked like a giant squid shimmered under the cluster of teachers and students ice skating. This has been more important. You’d woken up to the note propped up on your night stand, shimmering slightly with blue sparkles

“Meet me at our spot at midday-I can’t wait to see you.

Theseus X”

You’d spent the morning grinning from ear to ear, excitement squirming in your chest as you’d slipped down corridors. Tucked under your arm was your present for Theseus, wrapped in brown paper and tied with red ribbon. You couldn’t help but feel nervous, hoping that he’d love it, but you couldn’t help the fear taint your brain slightly as you walked over to the two desks tucked away. Theseus wasn’t there yet, the desk empty. You thought you were alone until a big pair of arms suddenly wrapped around your waist for behind. Screaming in delight, you felt your legs being lifted off the ground, Theseus chuckling by your ear. He started to spin, and the room blurred to a red and brown mush. You couldn’t help but roar with laughter, clutching onto his hands that were by your belly button. “Theseus, put me down!”

“Alright alright,” you were lowered down, and you whipped around to protest, but Theseus stopped you by pulling you into his chest and quickly pressed his lips against yours. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” you whispered. Leaning forward you kissed him again, you enjoyed the way his breath caught in surprise. Hand in hand you walked over to the tables, You hopping to sit on top with your feet dangling whilst Theseus stood.

“Have you heard from your family?”

Theseus nodded “Theseus loves the gloves, already he’s used them to hatch the dragons egg he got for Christmas-Mum” he added when he saw your mouth drop open in surprise. So that’s where Newt gets it from. Theseus laughed, grinning like a little child “I have your present.”

“Me too,” you smiled, handing it to him whilst He handed you two small things wrapped up in blue wrapping paper. “You go first.”

“Okay,” Theseus said, ripping off the paper whilst you watched him, gnawing at your lip as he gently picked up the box that fell into his lap. When he opened it, he gasped. There, nestled on a cushion of purple velvet, was a silver ring. Although quite simple to the muggle eye, Theseus could see In tiny writing a series of numbers and letter that he didn’t recognise. When he slipped on his ring, it hummed gently and resized to fit just right.

“It’s a memory ring,” you smiled “the coordinates are to this spot right here, hence why its humming.” You blushed under Theseus’s gazed “I wanted you to always be able to come back here, where you feel safe.”

Theseus was lost for words. He kept staring at his hand, then back at you, then back again. He felt a lump forming in his throat, but blinked rapidly to not cry. Instead leant over and hugged you, kissing your forehead and temple with all the tenderness he couldn’t show in words. It was the best Christmas gift he’d ever received.

“Thank you so much Y/N.” You smiled I to his chest, squeezing his torso in affection.

You broke apart so you could open your presents. One was big and squishy, the other long and thin. You opened the squishy one first, to find one of his jumpers, the soft red one that you’d begged to “borrow” from for weeks. You smiled “you’re giving me your jumper?”

He shrugged “you were going to steal it at some point, at least this way you can think about this when you wear it.”

“I love it,” you kissed him “thank you.”

The next present surprised you; it was a wand. You frowned. “Uh, You do know I have a wand right?”

“This ones different. You’re not the only one who has a sentimental side of them,” Theseus teased “this is made from the desk you’re sat on.”

“Are you serious?”

He nodded “that’s not even the best part. Give it a flick.”

Cautiously, You flicked it. There was a small pop, and above them a bubble shot up from the wand and then exploded, showing them with soft flakes of snow. When they touched your face, they weren’t cold, but smelt of a crisp morning, making you feel like you were outside with everyone else.

“Theseus…”

“I wanted to make my last present one I’ll remember.”

“But I don’t have a last present for you.”

Theseus smiled nervously “It’ll be the best present yet if you say yes.”

Your heart stopped. Your breath slowed. You didn’t break your gaze as you breathed”say yes to what?”

“Y/N, will you do me the honour of being my Girlfriend?”

There wasn’t a single second of doubt in your mind to what you wanted to say. Here was Theseus Scamander, with snow nestled in his curls and his heart out on the line, smiling at you like there was nothing else he wanted to look at for the rest of his life-you didn’t even hesitate. “Yes. Yes I will be your girlfriend.”

Heart full of Relief, Theseus couldn’t help but grab you by the waist again and lift you up, enjoying the way you instinctively wrapped them around his waist. You both just cling onto each other, laughing softly in each other’s ears as the flurries of snow fell all around you, bringing light into the library that wasn’t there before.

Imagines

Part one 

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.

Part Two 

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

Part Three 

overview: you and Theseus go to Hogsmead together Christmas shopping where your feelings for one another become impossible to ignore.

Part Four 

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. 

Part Five

Overview: it Christmas at Hogwarts, and you and Theseus meet in your spot to exchange Presents.

Confessions | Part Five | Theseus Scamander x Reader

A/N: This is it, loves! Honestly, this series was so fun to write. It was short and sweet, and that’s how I had envisioned it. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Key:

Y/es/n - Your eldest son’s name

Y/ys/n - Your youngest son’s name

Y/d/n - Your daughter’s name

Y/gs/n - Your grandson’s name

Y/gd/n - Your granddaughter’s name

S/w/n - Son’s wife’s name

Confessions:Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four |

You and Theseus approached the maternity wing in St. Mungo’s, eager to see your firstborn grandchild.

Your oldest son, y/s/n, led to you his wife’s room, eager for you to meet his baby. Or rather, babies.

It was a shock to both you and Theseus when y/s/n had chosen to elope with his wife instead of have a traditional wedding. It was even more of a shock when three years later, they shared they were expecting a baby. Who was due in two and a half months.

Although Theseus was initially upset that they kept the pregnancy from the two of you for so long, you managed to calm him down with biscuits and tea, reminding him that they were grown adults who made their own decisions.

So when Theseus walked in and laid eyes on his grandchildren, a bit and a girl, he couldn’t hold back the tears.

“They’re going to be just as strong as their mum and dad, aren’t they?” He cooed as he took his granddaughter into his arms, rocking her gently back and forth while you cradled your grandson.

Your son’s wife, s/w/n, smiled as she watched the two of you with them, “They favor the two of you quite a bit, don’t they? Then again, y/s/n is a pretty even mix of the both of you. Or at least I think so. Which is why we’ve decided to incorporate you guys into their names.”

Theseus shot his head up, “I don’t understand…”

“My parents died when I was very young, and you guys practically raised me when I was a child. Without you guys, I wouldn’t have met this fool,” She teased, looking up at your oldest son, then back at the twins, “Guys, this is y/gs/n Theseus Scamander and y/gd/n y/n Scamander.”

Your heart melted upon hearing their names, and you smiled down at the twins, “Oh, s/w/n… You’ve made my whole year.”

Theseus tried to control his tears, but it was useless, “I’m honored, truly. Thank you.”

They nodded and you all enjoyed it the silence for a moment until the door burst open, your second born son and daughter bursting in wearing large grins.

Y/e/s/n glared at them, “Quiet down you two, they’re asleep.”

Y/d/n’s jaw dropped, “They?”

As your children started rambling about the secrecy of the pregnancy, you rest your head against Theseus’s shoulder.

“Darling, I think it’s my turn to confess.” You said in a hushed tone as he met your gaze, “I just fell in love all over again.”

Pressing a kiss to your head, you and Theseus nestled into each other, smiling at your children, and now, grandchildren.

Confessions | Part Four | Theseus Scamander x Reader

A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to write this! Been crazy busy lately with absolutely nothing. Nonetheless, enjoy the second to last part of Confessions. This takes place nearly thirty years after your wedding. Yes, thirty.

Warnings: Wedding (?), fluff, kissing

Series:Part One|Part Two|Part Three|

Theseus walked your daughter down a marble isle, her heels clicking against the stone as she approached her fiance, a smile plastered on his face.

You sat in the front row, watching as your youngest climbed the steps, turning to give her father a kiss on the cheek before she let go of his arm.

With years in his eyes, he watched as she took a step towards the rest of her life. Taking a seat beside you, you leaned into his shoulder, whispering, “You’ll always be her father.”

Theseus smiled, blinking the tears away and giving your hand a small squeeze before returning his attention to the ceremony.

It was difficult for the two of you to wrap your heads around the fact that nearly thirty years ago, it was the two of you at the alter. Now, in your fifties, you were watching your youngest and only daughter get married to the man she hoped to spend the rest of her life with.

Your sons stood beside your daughter and her fiance at the alter, one acting as best man and the other as “man of honor”. No matter what anyone said, the Scamander’s were a tight knit family.

As the ceremony came to a close and your daughter leaned in to kiss her husband, you felt tears in your eyes.

They made their way back down the isle, smiling from ear to ear. There was no doubt that your daughter looked like you but with her father’s smile and demeanor. Now, as they walked away, you sniffled, remembering cradling her in your arms as an infant. Time had gone too fast.

This time, Theseus leaned into you, a soft smile on his lips, “I’ve got a confession.”

You raised a brow, “Another?”

“Another.” He answered.

“What is it?”

He brought his voice to a whisper, “Every day, I fall more and more in love with you.”

Leaning into him, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. No matter how much time past, whether it was thirty years or fifth, your love would never fade. It was only grow.

Illicit Affairs - Bill Weasley x Reader

A/N:Hey, guys! It’s been a few days (almost a week) since I posted. Here’s a little something I’ve been working on. I’m quite proud of it. The perfect amount of angst and fluff. Hope you guys enjoy! Click here to check out my other Bill x Reader fic, All Too Well.

Song:Illicit Affairs - Taylor Swift

Word Count:3,155

Warnings:Cheating, crying, mention of “shagging” (just the word used), kissing, saying goodbye, fluff, angst.

“Look,” He said softly, brushing the hair away from your face, tucking a strand behind your ear, “It's… complicated…”

You shook your head, “How is it complicated, Bill? I’m in love with you.”

“Kid…”

“Don’t call me kid!” You exclaimed, your whole body shaking as tears began spilling down your cheeks. Your fists were clenched by your sides as Bill wrapped his arms around you.

After debating whether or not to return the embrace, you felt yourself leaning into his chest as he stroked your hair. His button-up was stained with your tears, but you couldn’t care less. Clinging onto him, you allowed the tears to fall, not caring who saw or heard them. And Bill held you, shushing you softly, before lifting you into his arms and carrying you to bed.

Holding you in one arm, Bill pulled back your quilt, setting you down onto the mattress, pulling the fabric back up over you.

By the time your head hit the pillow, you were fast asleep, your chest rising steadily as you sunk into the sheets. Bill climbed into bed beside you, opting to stay above the covers, his hand sliding up and down your side until he was sure you wouldn’t wake up.

When you woke up a few hours later, you couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes. Because deep down, you knew he was gone. You could feel it. The emptiness of your bed without him. Your heart ached for him to be back with you, so you did the only thing you knew how to do: you shut down. Burying your head into your pillow, you allowed your sobs to take control over you. But you kept your eyes closed. You knew that if you opened them, you’d see what was right in front of you: an empty space.

Bill walked up the steps of The Burrow, waving his wand and muttering “alohamora” to open the door. Once inside, he slipped out of his cloak, placing it in the closet by the living room. Slipping off his shoes, he made his way up the creaky steps to his room. But he seemed to have forgotten one important detail: he wasn’t alone.

Before he could even reach his room, Fred and George appeared before him, pretending to check an imaginary watch and shaking their heads.

“You’re late, Billy.” Fred said, placing his hands on his hips.

George snickered, “I didn’t think Fleur would be the type to keep you out all night.”

When Bill didn’t respond, Fred let out a gasp, “Unless…”

“You weren’t with Fleur.” George finished, casting a glance to his twin before shoving his older brother in his room.

Once the three Weasley’s were crammed inside Bill’s bedroom, the twins ushered their brother to the bed, forcing him to sit.

“Mind telling us what’s going on, Billy?” Fred asked, tapping his foot, “Fleur’s a very beautiful girl, what is she- one thirty-forth Veela?”

“No, Freddie, a quarter Veela.” George smirked, nudging his brother in the ribs.

Fred grinned, “Even better!”

Bill rolled his eyes, “Are you guys done yet?”

“Not until you tell us what’s going on.”

“Nothing’s going on,” The eldest Weasley hissed, “And if something were, it wouldn’t concern either of you.”

Fred raised his brows, “You see, Bill, it does. Because we know exactly what’s been happening. You can thank our newest invention for that. An extendable ear. Quite handy, if I do say so myself.”

Bill’s eyes widened, “What exactly do you know?”

“Oh, no, we’re keeping that to ourselves. No need for you to know.”

“None of your concern,” George quipped, earning a laugh from his brother.

“Tell me!” Bill screamed, his eyes filled with anger, “So help me Godric if you two don’t tell me what you know-”

Fred held his hands up, “Woah, woah, Billy, no need to be so hostile.”

“We’re not telling you anything until you ‘fess up. So go ahead and tell us about your little lady friend.”

He sighed, laying back on his bed, “You won’t give up, will you?”

“Nope,” They answered, sitting on the edge of his bed, “Go on, Billy, tell us.”

“It all started in my third year…”

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Year 2

Bill watched as you waved your wand, sending a blast of fire towards a practice dummy, sending it flying back. A smile spread on his face as you turned towards him, excitedly grinning from ear to ear. Before either of you knew what you were doing, your arms were wrapped around one another, holding each other in a tight embrace.

“You were fantastic, Y/N!’ Bill exclaimed, pulling away from the hug, "I reckon we’ll be breaking through that cursed ice in no time.”

“You really think so?” You asked, gazing up at him through your lashes, feeling the heat on your cheeks.

He nodded, taking your shoulders in his hands and craning his head to be at eye level with you, “You’re going to do great things, kid.”

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“Seems innocent enough.” Fred said, crossing his arms, “But remind me how much older you are than her?”

“Two years,” Bill answered, “We met when I was in my fourth year and she was in her second.”

“So you were falling for a twelve year old?” George asked, sticking out his tongue in mock disgust.

He shook his head, “No, it wasn’t like that. Not then, at least.”

“So when was it like that?” George questioned, raising a brow.

“I’ll tell you when I get there,” Bill grumbled, “Now let me tell my story…”

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Year 2

“Bill!” You exclaimed, rushing over to him to break him free from the ice. His freckled face was turning blue, ice beginning to crawl up his throat.

“Incendio!” You shouted, waving your wand. The ice surrounding him broke away, leaving a shivering Bill who rushed towards you, pressing an innocent kiss to the top of your head as you apologized.

He let out a breathy laugh, rubbing his arms up and down to warm himself, “I’m alright, kid.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, voice quivering as you looked him up and down.

Nodding, Bill smiled, “I’m more worried about you, honestly.”

“What about me?”

“It’s not important, let’s get this ice under control, yeah?”

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“You never told us you got trapped in ice!” Fred huffed, his forehead creased, “That would’ve been so much fun!”

“Believe me, it was not.”

George smirked, “But you had someone to warm you up…”

“George! She was twelve!”

He held up his hands in mock defeat, “Continue…”

“In our third year, I told her about this girl I liked. Her name was Emily. I claimed to be in love with her, so I tasked Y/N with asking her if I had any chance with her.”

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Year 3

You clenched your fist, brows furrowed in anger as Emily mocked the Weasley family.

“The Weasley’s may be good-looking, but that’s about the only thing they’re good for,” Emily snorted, “They don’t have money or manners, and there’s too many of them to keep track of for my liking. Honestly-”

“Shut it!” You hissed, stomping your foot into the ground, “The Weasley’s are the kindest, most welcoming Wizarding Family I’ve ever met, and I won’t take you dragging their name through the ground! Bill Weasley is a better wizard than you’ll ever be. He’s kind, he’s smart, and talented, and he certainly wouldn’t disrespect another family! You don’t deserve him, Emily!”

She raised her brows, “Maybe he doesn’t deserve me.”

“He doesn’t deserve to be treated badly by you,” Anger flared in your eyes as you spoke, “You’re just jealous that he’s too good for you.”

Emily stuck her nose up, “So be it, I wasn’t interested anyway.”

The two of you walked separate ways, with her heading towards The Three Broomsticks to gossip and you stomping away with your arms crossed, determined to reveal Emily’s true colors to Bill.

But unbeknownst to you, he had heard the whole exchange. Although he was devastated that Emily had broken his heart, he was disappointed that she had disrespected his family, but he couldn’t help being proud of you for standing up for him. In that moment, his heart beat faster. You and him… Could it… but he shook the thoughts out of his head. No, it couldn’t.

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“Remind me what her name was?” George said angrily, “I’ve got some Wildfire Wizbangs coming her way and-”

Bill shook his head, “Good luck getting to her. She’ll have your names plastered all over the paper. Works for Rita Skeeter now.”

Fred rolled his eyes, “I’d like her to have a piece of my mind… no one talks down on the Weasley’s and gets away with it.”

“Can I get on with it now?”

The twins nod and their brother continues, “In my sixth year, I had a new feeling… something I hadn’t felt before…”

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As soon as Charlie sauntered into The Three Broomsticks, a model of a dragon clutched in his hands, Bill knew he had made a mistake. Your eyes lit up upon seeing the second-born Weasley brother, and you extended your hand.

Charlie looked down at you awkwardly, shaking your hand with three fingers, “Charlie Weasley.”

“My younger brother.” Bill interupted, tapping his foot aggressively on the floor.

“Y/N L/N.” You smiled, returning your hand to your lap.

As Bill watched you and Charlie talk among yourselves, he was hit with a pang of jealousy. So he threw back butterbeer, hoping the sweet flavor would wash over him and throw his jealousy out the window. But it didn’t. It got worse. And all he could do was sit there and watch it happen.

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“You’re telling me that Y/N had the hots for Charlie?” Fred questioned, staring down at his brother.

Bill groaned, “She swears she didn’t, that she doesn’t, but in the moment, I got ahead of myself. I was beyond jealous and I couldn’t bring myself to realize why.”

“Oh, Billy, you’re in deep.” Fred laughed.

George let out a sigh, “Keep going, Billy, we don’t have all night.”

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Year5

You chewed at your bottom lip, standing before Bill with your hands clasped behind your back. Your eyes were stinging with tears at the thought of saying goodbye to one of your closest friends. You had known this day would come, but you hadn’t been prepared for it.

“Bill, I-” But you were cut off when his arms wrapped around you, enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug. You placed your hands on his bag, tears spilling onto his robes as he rubbed circles into your back.

“Y/N, can I be honest?” He asked, his cheeks a shade of pink.

Nodding, he continued, “Out of all the friends I’ve made here at Hogwarts, I think I’m going to miss you the most.”

“Bill, I’m going to miss you, too,” You said through the tears.

He pressed a thumb to your cheek, wiping the droplets away before they could fall down your face.

“You’ll visit, won’t you?” You asked, “In Hogsmeade?”

“I’ll be there,” Bill smiled, “But only if you promise to visit the Burrow.”

You nodded, a sad smile on your face, “I promise.”

Bill looked behind him, watching as students moved towards the exit. Looking back at you, he pressed a kiss to your head, “I’ll see you around, kid.”

“See you…”

Your heart broke a bit that day, watching him walk away. But nothing could prepare you for what would happen years later.

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Year6

Walking into Defense Against the Dark Arts, you felt a flutter in your chest. For the first time in nearly a year, you’d be able to see Bill Weasley- and you couldn’t be happier.

You walked in with a slight skip in your step, Charlie trailing behind you.

Upon pushing the door open, a certain ginger smiled at you, “Miss me, kid?”

Rushing towards him, you practically knocked him to the ground, “More than you know.”

It wasn’t until Charlie cleared his throat as other students began piling in that the two of you broke away from your embrace, looking nervously in opposite directions.

“Now that the reunion’s out of the way, we can move on to the big question: What are you doing here?”

As Bill began explaining, you couldn’t help but notice the empty space on his robe. He didn’t have his prefect badge anymore. Not that he would, having graduated, but it made your heart sink even further in your chest. Things were changing, too fast.

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“Not twelve anymore, is she?”

“Shut it, George.” Bill huffed, rolling his eyes.

George shook his head, “Really, Bill, two years isn’t that bad.”

“It’s bad when she’s in her sixth year and I’ve already graduated.”

“Depends on how you look at it.” Fred noted, “So when did you see her next?”

“With dad, actually.”

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Year 7

“Y/N? Is that you?”

Turning around, you saw a familiar ginger standing behind you, his hair swaying by his shoulders. Within seconds of seeing your face, he was stumbling towards you like a child in Honeydukes, gripping his father’s hand and leading him towards you.

After seeing a knowing look on his father’s face, Bill let go and cleared his throat, “Y/N, this is my father, Arthur Weasley.”

“Bill,” You laughed, “We’ve met.”

Turning to Arthur, you smiled, “It’s good to see you again, Mr. Weasley.”

“Good to see you, too, Miss Y/N.”

“So what are you doing here?” Bill asked, searching your eyes for an answer.

You sighed, shaking your head, “It’s a long story that I’ll explain later. Now, I’ve got to convince them to allow me in without credentials.”

“We can vouch for you, if you’d like.” Bill offered, a dreamy smile on his face.

“You’d really do that?”

He nodded, “Anything for you.”

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“Almost forgot she came over on holiday.” Fred said, crossing his legs, “She was stunning then, I want to know how she looks now.”

Bill grumbled, “She’s too old for you, Fred.”

“And according to you, too young for you.” George quipped, turning to face his brother, “So, tell me, Billy, how exactly did you end up where you are now? You’ve got the job, you’ve got a girl, but you keep going back to her. Why?”

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It had been four years since you had seen Bill Weasley. And now, seeing him walk into the conference room, cuts littering his arms, you couldn’t help but take it all in. He had a fang hanging from one year, his ginger hair was combed back, and he was dressed far nicer than you had remembered.

Once his eyes met yours, he made his way towards you, slipping into a seat beside you as one of the Head Auror rambled on about protecting Gringotts.

The two of you stole small glances at one another during the meeting, which seemed to last for ages. When it was all said and done, your chairs were mere inches away from each other, your hand slipped in his. It was innocent. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

It wasn’t until you started getting frequent owls from Bill that you started wondering if the two of you had something more.

Your first kiss had happened fast. Bill was going on about Gringotts and how little budgeting they had, on the brink of hyperventilation, when you had pressed a kiss to his lips. You hadn’t expected him to lean into it, but you had been wrong. Before either of you knew what was happening, you were pushed up against your desk as he deepened the kiss, your hands running through his hair as he held your face in his hands.

When he had pulled away, he muttered a small goodbye and left without another word.

Not even a month later, he was galivanting around Diagon Alley with Fleur Delacour on his arm.

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“That was your own bloody fault, you twat!” George exclaimed, whacking his brother in the stomach.

“Oof!” Bill groaned, propping himself up, “It was a mistake, alright? A big one.”

Fred was silent for a moment, a rarity for him, “Which part?”

“What?” Bill asked softly, a frown on his face.

“Kissing her or leaving her?”

He shook his head, “Leaving.”

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When you saw Bill a few months later, you could hardly be in the same room as him, let alone look at him. He kept waiting for you to meet his gaze, so he could ask you to speak with him privately, but you never did.

It was until the meeting was over that he barred you from leaving, begging for you to hear him out.

You told him he had a minute to state his case and then you were leaving.

So he used that minute as best he could, “I’m in love with you, Y/N. I always have been. Granted, it took me a while to figure it out, and an even longer time to admit it, but I can’t not be with you. We make sense, kid. So few things make sense.”

He allowed you to process the words. And next thing you knew, you were kissing him all over again. You knew it was wrong- he was with Fleur. But in that moment you didn’t care. He loved you like you loved him. And that was all that mattered.

So when a few months later, he hadn’t called things off with her, you were starting to get nervous. You hated the secrecy and betrayal of it all. You felt bad for Fleur, you ached for his company, and you felt sick thinking about the two of them together.

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“So are you going to call it off?” George asked with a sigh.

“I dunno,” Bill admitted, “I love Y/N more than anything. But I’m scared I’ll screw it up again.”

Fred rolled his eyes, “You already have. You’re shagging the both of them!”

“Fred,” Bill warned, “Not now.”

“All I’m saying is that you have more history with Y/N. Mum likes her more, anyway. You’re her golden child, she’d want you to marry her.”

“We’re not getting into marriage right now, Fred.”

He nodded, “Exactly, not now. But Fleur’s a beautiful woman, too, and she’ll be waiting for a proposal. You can’t keep seeing the both of them. No wonder Y/N’s a mess. She’s having to share you. And poor Fleur doesn’t even know! Look, I’m a bit of an arse-”

“A bit?” Bill interupted, receiving a glare from his brother.

“But I wouldn’t do that to a girl. Any girl. Make it right, Bill.”

The twins left shortly after, leaving their words behind. Bill layon his bed, staring up at his ceiling and then at his nightstand. A picture of you was haphazardly framed on the top, a bright smile on your face as you drank butterbeer.

He had to make a decision, and he had to make one fast.

Confessions | Part Three | Theseus x Reader

A/N:Here’s part three of Confessions! I have two more parts in mind that’ll be posted here in the next few days. All parts will be released by the end of the week. <3

Series: Confessions | Part One|Part Two|

Warnings:Marriage (?), fluff

Word Count: Good question

Theseus stood at the alter, hands clasped in front of him as you walked towards him, your white gown trailing behind you. He blinked the tears forming in his eyes away, his throat clenching. You were beautiful.

Standing before him, you were smiling from ear to ear. How could you not be? You were getting married to the man that you had been in love with your whole life. It just took the two of you longer to realize than the average witch or wizard.

The ceremony began, but Theseus could hardly concentrate. His eyes were locked on yours. Your eyes, your hair, how beautiful you looked in that dress. Before he knew what he was doing, he took yours hands in his.

“Aww’s” made their way through the guests, and you couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh, smiling back at your friends and family before returning your focus to your husband. Well, fiance, but he’d be your husband in a few more minutes.

As it came time for the vows, Theseus cleared his throat, his thumb rubbing circles over your hand, beginning with, “Y/N.”

“Y/N,” He repeated, “For as long as I can remember, you’ve been a monumental part of my life. From the time we were kids to now, you’ve always been there. I’ve always told you that I loved you, but I don’t think I understand just how much I loved you until we were older. Until now. Y/N, I promise to love you for the rest of my life. Until death do us part. And even then, I’ll still love you from the bottom of my heart.”

A few stray tears fell down your cheeks, but before you could wipe them away, Theseus had his thumb just below your eye, gently wiping them away.

You sniffled, “I don’t think I could follow that well even if I tried.”

The guests laughed, and you continued, “Theseus, I’ve got a confession to make: I’ve loved you ever since we were in the garden at your mum’s when we were kids. I fell down and scraped my knee, and while your brother went to get your mum, you stayed with me and told me that everything was going to be okay. You held my hand while I cried and didn’t let go until I had a bandage on my knee and some fresh fruit. From that moment on, I’ve loved you with my whole heart. And now, as we say our I do’s, I’ll continue to love you with my whole heart. Now, it’s my turn to hold your hand and heal your wounds. Because I’ll always love you, in sickness and in health.”

Theseus blinked away his tears, smiling down at you.

“Do you, Theseus Scamander, take Y/N Y/L/N, to be your loftly wedded wife?” The Ministry official asked, looking between the couple.

He smiled, nodding, “I do.”

“And do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Theseus Scamander to be your loftly wedded husband?”

Grinning, you nodded, “I do.”

“Then by the power of the Ministry, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Theseus placed his hands on either sides of your cheeks, kissing you on the lips once before pulling away. The two of you turned to face your guests, beginning your walk back down the aisle.

Newt nodded at the two of you, giving you a small smile as you descended the alter stairs. Pickett peaked his head out of his pocket, looking around to see what all the fuss was about.

Tina sat in the rows of chairs in front of the alter, cradling Teddy in her arms as he swung at her necklace, trying to break it off the chain. To her left, Mrs. Scamander dabbed feverishly at the tears in her eyes, elated that her first-born had “finally gotten married”.

Jacob and Queenie sat beside her, tears in their eyes as they waved the two of you off. You family, on the opposite side, grinned as you walked by.

In the back of the hall, Albus Dumbledor stood by the doors, smiling gently at the two of you before holding the door open for you.

Once the doors closed behind you, Theseus turned to you, taking your other hand in his, “I’ve got a confession to make, too.”

“And what’s that?”

“You look absolutely beautiful.”

Confessions | Part Two | Theseus x Reader

A/N:Here’s part two to “Confessions”! I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as the last one. It’s super fluffy! Click here to read part one and be on the lookout for part three!

Word Count:1,058

Warnings: Kissing, loads of fluff

Walking down the marble staircase into the ballroom, you felt like royalty. Your arm was looped in Theseus’s, your green dress swaying by your feet as you descended the stairs, a soft smile on your face.

“Thank you,” Theseus said between steps, “For agreeing to be my date for the night.”

“Of course, Thes,” You responded, “But you really don’t have to thank me. It’s what friends are for.”

He nodded, “I just don’t want you to feel put out. I know being at the Ministry Ball isn’t exactly the way most people want to spend their evening.”

“No, no,” You shook your head, your eyes meeting his, “I want to be here. With you.”

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Theseus’s heart was practically beating out of his chest being this close to you. One hand entwined with yours, the other settled on your waist, he could hardly concentrate on dancing.

Spinning you around in a slow circle, he brought you back to him. But in all of his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed you trip over the skirt of your dress, falling into his chest.

He took a step back, catching you before you ended up face-down on the ballroom floor. Your arms were splayed acrost his chest, gripping the fabric to steady yourself. Breathing unsteadily, Theseus balanced you, returning you to your feet. But his hands remained on the small of your back, and your hands remained planted on his chest.

For a moment, everything seemed at a standstill. Around the two of you, life moved on. The Ministry employees kept dancing, drinking, talking- but you and Theseus just stood, existing, searching each others eyes for something more.

So as Theseus leaned in, his eyes focused on your lips, you leaned in, too.

It was only when Theseus was tapped on the shoulder that he was pulled away from the moment. His grip on your waist loosened, you removed your hands from his chest. Taking a step back, you forced a smile on your face as Theseus’s boss introduced himself, asking to steal “the man of the hour” away for a moment.

Theseus looked back to you, hesitant to leave you on your own. But you just squeezed his shoulder, “It’s okay, I’ll be alright for a few minutes on my own.”

He bowed his head, nodding slightly, looking back at you before following after his boss, who desperately wanted to introduce him to his wife and son. But all Theseus wanted was for you to be back in his arms.

“I’m sorry I had to leave you for so long tonight,” Theseus said, “I didn’t realize Rathart was going to talk about his wife for half an hour.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his remark, smiling up at him, “It’s okay. I made myself familiar with the buffet table.”

“Well, then, I left you in good hands, didn’t I?”

You nodded, but before you had a chance to respond, Theseus interupted, “A bit of a… strange question but, tonight, do you think… do you think everyone thought you were my wife?”

Your breath hitched in your throat, his comment ripping through you. It felt as though you had just been stabbed in the chest. Would it be so horrible to be married to you?

You snapped your head out of it. You had known Theseus for as long as you could remember. There was nothing romantic about it. The two of you were friends, nothing more and nothing less. That’s the way it would always be.

“No,” You stammered, “No, I don’t think so. Why do you ask?”

“Rathart’s wife, Magdoline, she thought we were married,” Theseus said, inhaling sharply, “Said we looked nice together.”

“Oh.”

Theseus frowned, “You don’t think… you don’t think we looked nice together? Was it the tie? I thought that this shade of green was close enough but I guess when you really look at it in the light that it looks a bit off.”

“No, there was nothing wrong with the tie,” You said, your breathing getting heavier, “I think… I think we do look nice together, actually.”

“Me too,” He said, relief washing over his face.

You looked to your door, “I better call it a night. These heels are about to kill me.”

He nodded, clasping his hands akwardly, “Well, goodnight, Y/N. Thank you again.”

You nervously smiled at him, “Goodnight, Theseus.”

The two of you leaned forward into an uncomfortable hug. Neither of you knew where to put your hands and when you finally broke apart, you each went your seperate ways as fast as possible.

As soon as the door closed behind you, you let out a deep sigh. The two of you couldn’t keep going on like this forever. And Theseus sure as hell wasn’t going to make the first move. With any other girl, maybe. But not with you. You knew each other too well for him to use a cheesy pickup line or ask you to a movie with a bouquet of flowers.

So you kicked off your heels, threw open the door, lifted your dress up off the ground, and made a beeline for him before he could descend the floor flights of stairs to your flat’s lobby.

Slowing once you reached him, your hand grazed his shoulder. Before he could even turn around, your mouth was on his. His hand settled on your back, the other burying itself into your hair as his lips moved against yours.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were out of breath.

“What…” He trailed off, a dreamy smile on his lips.

“That was to make up for earlier,” You answered, “When we were interupted.”

Theseus pressed his forehead against yours, “I’ve got a confession to make, Y/N.”

“I’ve got one, too.”

“You go first.”

You laughed, looking up at him, “No way! You said it first.”

“But-”

“No, you first.”

He swallowed, squeezing your hand, “I love you.”

“That makes this easy, then.”

He quirked a brow, “Makes what easy?”

“Telling you that I love you, too.”