Summary: Theseus knows when youâre uncomfortable, and knows exactly how to help.
Pairing: Theseus x Reader
Iâm trash for guys protecting the woman they love so hereâs something that was meant to be a 200 word warm up
Theseus Scamander has no fear of stepping in when he sees someone needs him, especially when that someone is you. So when you look to him through the haze of cigars, lips pressed together, expression burning with a mix of anger and discomfort, Theseus is immediately on his way to your side, completely abandoning the snacks heâd set about to procure for the both of you. The bar is hot, filled nearly over with co-workers he recognizes and some he does not, and it takes a moment to find an opening to make it through to where you stand, one arm pressed against the bar, laughing nervously up at a man with handsome features but an all-too-slick grin. Theseus hardly recognizes him, knows him only through a moment with you, when youâd stepped away, eyes lowering to avoid the manâs gaze s youâd walked through the Ministryâs hallways with Theseus. Youâd said little about the man then, only that heâd said some things about you that youâd reported, but now itâs clear how you feel, what you think of him, and that you absolutely want to be as far away from his nearing body as possible.
It takes nothing to call up that confidence Theseus wears so well. Shoulders back, chin raised, suit straightened as he slides past another co-worker and right to your side. âThere you are, dear,â he says, loud and clear, well over the din of the party, âI was wondering where youâd gotten off to.â He lets his eyes flicker to the other man now, sizing him up, reading him, before leaning in to press a kiss to the top of your head. Then, without hesitation, he slips into the small space left between you and the man, his own back against the manâs chest, and youâre looking up at him, forced against his chest by the crowded room, and Theseus smiles that reassuring smile you know so well. âHeâs bothering you?â He asks, though you know he already knows the man is.
âA little,â you admit, the words sour, not nearly strong enough, if youâre honest, but you donât want to see this break into a fight.
Theseus, though, does not fear a fight, and he leans in and pecks your lips before kissing the tip of your nose. âDonât worry,â he says, âIâll take care of him.â
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