Not A Witch, More Than A Muggle
Summary: Theseus Scamander x muggle!Reader -> After taking a job in Kowalski's bakery, you meet Theseus Scamander.
Disclaimer: Fluff, bakery accidents, baker!reader, reader protects herself with a pan, reader is mentioned to be from the uk, dash of hurt/comfort, more fluff.
“Are you sure you’re not a witch?”
You chuckled at Theseus’ question. You’d met him around three weeks ago, when you got pulled into the hidden world of Magic. And in between now and then, it had been an adventure to say the least.
“As far as I’m aware,” you smiled, lightly, as you cleaned a couple of his wounds.
You’d sailed from England to New York six months ago in need of a change. And that change started when you got hired as a baker at Kowalski’s bakery.
Mostly, it was early mornings and spending hours listening to Mr Kowalski’s ‘dreams’ which helped him create the magical creatures out of pastry, bread and cake. And you…loved it.
However, things started to change even more when one morning two English men walked inside. Brothers, you gathered, considering they looked a little similar. One asked for Jacob and the other ordered two breakfast pastries.
Apparently it had been a long journey.
They were surprised to find out you were from the UK. Well, one was. The other smiled and said Jacob had mentioned he’d hired a baker from his homelands.
Jacob was with his wife, Queenie, who you’d only had the pleasure of meeting twice. Once on the day of your interview – she helped you nail it. And once when Mr Kowalski had worked late and even you had struggled to kick him out of the kitchen.
You served them their pastries with a smile and told them, if they could wait a couple minutes, you could use the phone in the back and call Mr Kowalski. They had agreed and thanked you.
However, just as you finally got through to Mr Kowalski’s home and managed to mention the names ‘Newt’ and ‘Theseus’, he shouted down the phone in excitement, called for his wife and then hung up.
“He said he’ll be here within ten minutes-”
Your sentence had fallen through when you walked back into the shop front and felt an intense atmosphere settle into your bones. Newt and Theseus were slowly standing from the small waiting counter, making their movements as quiet as they could.
Meanwhile, there were three customers seemingly looking around the bakery. They set you on edge a little, but rather than rush the moment, you tried to act as normal as possible.
“Can I help you gentlemen?”
The three men looked towards you and, unlike the smiles of Newt and Theseus, theirs set you on edge. “I’ve heard these are excellent pastries.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Perhaps there’s some more in the back? Perhaps a fresh dozen?”
You looked to Newt and Theseus who subtly nodded. But, as you were about to agree and move to check, you heard a chime from the back door. To which, no voice of happiness followed.
It wasn’t Jacob or Queenie.
“Actually, sir, we were just about to close for lunch. And those pastries aren’t the freshest. Perhaps you can come back later?”
“I don’t think so, doll.”
Suddenly, there was a flash of light and a loud crash. Pastries flew everywhere. You weren’t exactly sure what was happening, but as a guy held up a…wand? You reached for the hot skillet, covering the handle with a tea towel, and hit the fourth guy with it.
He screamed in pain as the hot, fresh jam seared through his skin.
You ducked as he yelled something and a bright light came from his wand. You swung the pan at him again and the wand fell from his hand, snapping in two under your heel.
“Get down!” Theseus yelled and, somehow, you knew it was aimed at you.
So you did.
A moment later, the jam-guy fell to the floor as if he’d been frozen in time.
Standing back up, you watched as more lights zipped around the bakery; breaking glass, exploding pastries, staining the walls.
You were left on your own as one of the other men started firing at Theseus, whilst another did the same to Newt.
The third was left, trying to sneak up and help the first. So, you took your chance.
With a swift hit, you knocked out Guy 3 with the skillet. Guy 1 paused for a moment and Theseus took his opportunity; just before you were hit with a streak of light, Guy 1 was sent out into the street and, finally, Guy 2 fled.
Both yourself, Theseus and Newt walked to the broken window to see Guy 2 land beside 1 just before they turned into…dust? And floated into the air and fled the scene entirely.
“Nice swing,” Theseus complimented as he turned and looked at you.
You were shocked, to say the least. Tired and…shocked.
“Thanks.” You took a breath. “Want to tell me what the hell all that was about?”
Before either of them could answer, Jacob and Queenie slowly walked past before walking through the door.
“What…”
Newt smiled before rushing over and hugging both Jacob and Queenie who smiled at seeing him, but looked worried for the bakery.
That was when you watched Queenie and Theseus magically set everything back into place as if nothing had ever happened. Meanwhile, you walked into the back and found Guy 4 still covered in jam and frozen in place.
“Oh, my god.” Mr Kowalski said as he stood beside you.
“Oh, my!” Queenie covered her mouth.
“What happened?”
You held up the skillet. “I, uhh, hit him.”
Behind both of you, Theseus chuckled. “She’s quite lethal with that thing.”
“You okay, sweetie?” Queenie asked you, touching your upper arm.
You nodded, “Yeah. But I’ve got a lot of questions, though.”
“Naturally,” she nodded. “How about we all take a seat and…talk?”
That was how you found out that magic was real. Witches, wizards, magic schools, spells, enchantments, mind reading, all of it. All of it was real.
And you’d just saved the Head of the British Auror office with a rather hot skillet of jam.
And it wouldn’t be the only time in the following three weeks.
There was a growing battle to find some ex-lover of a Professor at Hogwarts which was a school for witches and wizards from the UK. He was an incredibly bad man and it was only a matter of time before things all went to shit; like World War shit.
It was determined after two days that the safest place for both Jacob and Queenie was Hogwarts and its surrounding grounds. And, considering you’d saved Theseus’ life, and managed to accept the whole Witches and Wizards’ thing pretty quickly, you were brought along, too.
Which turned out to be a pretty good decision.
More than one bakery-like battle took place and, whilst you were only a ‘muggle’, you were also only just a muggle. It meant you were underestimated and managed to fool at least two random supporters of Grindlewald’s into believing they’d walked into the wrong store.
Sadly, your picture was also connected to Dumbledore supporters so then you were also hunted by Grindlewald’s people, eventually.
After three weeks, things were still headed in a terrible direction, but small parts of hope still lived on.
The last battle had just taken place inside of Abaforth’s pub. Chairs and tables were being put back together around you, Abaforth, Dumbledore, Newt and Tina (his partner and also head of the American Auror office) were talking quietly in the corner.
Jacob and Queenie were in the kitchens, making food for everyone which Abaforth had reluctantly agreed to, meanwhile you were cleaning Theseus’ wounds.
“I suppose you’ll live,” you said, placing the cap back on the healing balm you always carried with you.
Being a baker meant a lot of sauce burns and a couple of scrapes to your hands. So, after the sixth time, you’d decided to make your own balm. It was much cheaper than buying it.
“Honey?” He asked, recognising the smell.
You nodded, pocketing the balm. “And yarrow. Excellent for healing and preventing infection.”
Theseus smiled. “Thank you.”
“Always happy to help.”
Suddenly, Abaforth appeared beside both of you and the room between yourself and Theseus expanded as you both leaned back. Abaforth, watching both of you with judgement – though you wondered if that was just his expression – reached for the bowl and cloth of warm water.
“Are you sure you’re not a witch?” He asked you.
You shook your head as Theseus chuckled. “I’ve asked her the same thing, but she says no.”
Abaforth grunted before walking away.
Theseus moved close to you as Abaforth walked away, except, before he could say anything, Dumbledore called you both over and gave you, Jacob and Queenie a proposition.
Move to England. And open a chain.
“You’d be much safer closer to Hogwarts and we can keep you protected.”
“Of course, MCUSA can protect you in the States, but Professor Dumbledore is right. Hogwarts might just be the safest place.”
It only took Jacob a few moments to decide. Hogwarts was safe, but his home was in New York.
But a chain wasn’t a bad idea.
A month later, you found yourself running the second location of Kowalski’s bakery in Hogsmeade.
And, despite the distance of his office from London to Scotland, you had one very regular customer.
It had taken some getting used to, having people appear at the fireplace in the waiting area of the bakery, just between the to-go bags and fresh danishes.
But, apparently news of some excellent bakery items had travelled rather quickly.
You’d been running the place for just half a year when one evening as you were cleaning up, you heard the familiar woosh come from the hearth in the front of the bakery.
“I’ll be with you in just a second!” You called out. “But you should know the fresh produce of today is gone! We only have– Theseus.”
There he stood, broad and tall, with a polite look on his face. “Hello.”
“Hello,” you replied. He seemed nervous.
“Hi.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “You said that already.”
“Oh, right. Yes, I did, didn’t I?”
“Is there something I can help you with? I’m afraid we’re all out of breakfast pastries.”
Theseus chuckled and shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. Okay, he was definitely nervous.
“Yes, I-I gathered that. Actually, I’m here…well, I’m here to ask you…you see–”
“Oh, just spit it out.”
“I was wondering if you’d accompany me to dinner?” The question he asked came out rather quickly and loudly, which he seemed to be shocked by himself. “Sorry, I was…I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner as a…date?”
For a while, you stood in silence watching him.
Over the last nine months, you’d come to learn a lot about Theseus. And you wouldn’t mind knowing more.
“Okay.”
He seemed rather shocked you’d responded. “Okay?”
You nodded with a small smile. “Okay.”
Then he smiled. “Okay! Okay, great! Does 7 o’clock tomorrow work?”
You nodded. “It does.”
“Great! Fantastic!”
Rather than leave, however, he still remained inside the shop. You smiled, “Is there anything else you’d like to ask me?”
“What? Oh, uhh,” he chuckled, again. “No, not right now. I-I should probably…go.”
You watched him in an excited tizzy that he couldn’t even start to hide. “Theseus?”
“Yes?” He nearly banged his head on the mantel of the fireplace.
“I’ve made some stew,” you said, suddenly nervous yourself. “I know it’s not the dinner you were expecting and not date-like but if you’d like to stay…” You paused for a brief moment, correcting yourself. “I’d like you to stay…if you wish for dinner.”
Theseus smiled once more. “I’d like that.”
You smiled, thankful he agreed. “Great.”
That evening, things truly changed between you and Theseus. You were no longer just friends, thrust together in a fight you hadn’t even known was building. You were…a pair.
A pair of people that shared a simple meal and talked. And would do the same thing tomorrow, and the next day, and the next and…
“Think we set a trend, honey?” Queenie asked her husband as she fixed his tie.
Grindelwald was still on the run, but after going through so much pain, fear and terror; hope was needed.
Yourself and Theseus had planned on waiting until things were over before you decided to set a date to get married. But after two more pans were destroyed when you knocked out another group of avid Grindelwald followers, you both decided there was no time like the present.
Things were calm, for now.
So, in the snow covered ground behind the bakery, you and Theseus wed.
