Newt Scamander was never one for grand gestures. He wasn’t a man who spoke in sonnets or filled the air with flowery words. But Merlin, if he didn’t adore you with every beat of his kind, gentle heart.
You had known since the moment your eyes met that there was something soft and comforting about him. The way his messy curls fell into his eyes, those brilliant blue-green orbs full of wonder and kindness, and how he carried himself with a quiet grace, like he belonged more with the creatures he tended to than with the world of wizards and witches. You could tell, even then, that this man held worlds inside him—worlds full of magic and mystery, of tenderness and patience. And now, as he moved about your shared home, you were endlessly grateful that you were part of that world too.
Newt had always been thoughtful in the most unexpected ways. He'd leave handwritten notes in the oddest of places, tucked inside your coat pocket or hidden between the pages of a book you hadn’t yet opened. They weren’t grand declarations, but simple, precious things: “I saw a bowtruckle today that reminded me of how strong you are.” Or, “You light up a room more than any Lumos spell ever could.”
Today, however, he was more bashful than usual, and you had a suspicion why. There had been murmurs of something special on the horizon—whispers of a surprise, though Newt was not one to be sneaky for very long. You found him in his usual spot, bent over one of his creatures with a furrowed brow, his hands as gentle as ever as he calmed a fidgety niffler who’d gotten itself into a bit of a tangle.
You smiled, leaning against the doorway, your heart swelling at the sight of him. He had such a soft, unspoken beauty about him. It was in the way his eyes lit up when he looked at you, how his hand would automatically reach out to rest on your lower back when you were near, as though he needed to be close to you, always.
As if sensing your presence, Newt looked up, and when he saw you, a shy smile curled at his lips. “Ah, Y/N,” he murmured, pushing his hair back in that endearing, slightly awkward way of his. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I could watch you all day and never get bored,” you teased, stepping forward until you were close enough to feel the warmth of him, close enough to smell the familiar scent of earth and parchment that clung to his clothes.
His cheeks flushed at your words, a delightful shade of pink that made him look even more endearing. “I, uh, I have something for you,” he stammered, shuffling slightly from foot to foot. His hands were suddenly fidgety, and you could tell he was working up the courage to say more. You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? What is it?”
Without a word, he led you to his case—the one you knew so well by now—and opened it with a quick flick of his wand. Inside, the usual flurry of magical creatures were going about their business, but it was clear something was different. Something… softer.
It was then you saw it—a delicate little creature with pastel wings fluttering just above the ground, surrounded by flowers that you couldn’t recall being there before. Its eyes sparkled as it twirled in the air, dancing almost, and Newt turned to you, his face glowing with affection.
“I, um,” he began, “I found her a few months ago on one of my trips, and she’s been rather shy. But when I told her about you, she—well, she seemed to perk up. I thought maybe she wanted to meet you.”
Your heart melted. It wasn’t just the creature itself—although it was undeniably one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. It was Newt, the way he spoke about you to even the most timid beings, the way he found a way to show his love for you in such a subtle, meaningful way.
Tears pricked at your eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You’re incredible, Newt,” you whispered, moving closer to him until your hand found his. “How do you always manage to make me feel like the most special person in the world?”
He looked down, that bashful smile gracing his lips again, but this time he squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in that soothing way you’d come to love. “Because you are, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice as gentle as the breeze. “To me, you’re… everything.”
The words were simple, but the sincerity behind them took your breath away. You leaned in and kissed him softly, feeling the warmth of him, the steady beat of his heart against yours. When you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-closed, a contented smile on his lips.
“I love you, Newt,” you whispered, your voice full of the kind of softness reserved only for moments like this.
His eyes fluttered open, and there was a tenderness in his gaze that made your heart swell. “I love you too, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “More than words can ever say.”
And in that moment, with the magical world swirling around you, and Newt’s hand warm and steady in yours, you knew that you had found the kind of love most people could only dream of—the kind of love that was quiet and constant, full of wonder and care. It wasn’t flashy or loud, but it was real, and it was yours.
Summary: Theodore steps in when Draco corners you
Words: 1.8k
Warnings: fluff really
Notes: I blanked while writing this as I've had Theodore Nott brainrot recently so don't mind me if I post a few Theodore stories
Y/N’s POV
Today was meant to be a peaceful day with Harry still at Hogwarts with Remus and Ron and Hermione off giggling like a lovesick couple. Hogsmead is ever so pretty covered in a blanket of snow and the bustles of students here to have fun and buy each other last minute Christmas gifts. But, of course, I can’t have anything nice as I round the corner from where I left Ron and Hermione in The Three Broomsticks I bump into a familiar blond.
The sneer ever present on Draco’s face as he shoves me away from him, causing me to stumble and before I know it I’m on my ass in the not so pretty snow. I just shake my head, pushing myself up from the snowy ground, brushing the cold flakes clinging to my jeans. Draco’s mocking laughter fills the air, eyes narrow with distain as he looks down at me like I’m dirt under his shoe.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the Weasley girl,” He sneers, tone dropping with derision, “As expected, stumbling through life like your family stumbles through poverty.”
I take a deep breath, refusing to let Draco’s words bring me down, his little jabs always hurting but I’m never gonna let him see it so instead I meet his gaze with a defiant glare, sneering back, “Does your mother always look at you like she’s stepped in shit?”
A flicker of something flashes across his face, but before I can decipher it he quickly regains his composure, “Watch your tongue, Weasley. You may think you're clever, but you'll always be just another insignificant blood traitor," he spits.
I stand my ground, refusing to back down. "Oh, Draco, I would rather be a blood traitor than a heartless coward who hides behind his family name and pure-blood arrogance," I shoot back, my voice filled with determination. "At least I know the value of true friendship and the strength that comes from standing up for what's right. Something you'll never understand.”
It all sounds so cliche and stupid but the surrounding students watching the exchange have mixed expressions, some wearing smirks of satisfaction at my words while others hold their breath, waiting to see how Draco will respond. But before he can retort, a tall figure steps forward, silently wedging himself between Draco and me. It's Theodore Nott, his typically enigmatic expression softened with a touch of resolve. Without saying a word, he calmly places a hand on Draco's shoulder and pushes him away, creating a safe space for me to stand. However, he may have pushed a little too hard as Draco stumbles backwards, momentarily taken aback by one his best friends apposing him let alone standing up to him.
Draco is tall but Theodore stands taller, an undeniable air of quiet confidence surrounding him. His raven black hair, somehow perfect tousled, frames his striking features, drawing attention to his piercing blue eyes that hold a depth of mysteries. There’s an intriguing allure about him, an enigma that seems to follow his every move.
With a subtle gesture, Theodore motions for Draco to dare take another step closer, the weight of his actions speaking volumes. The surrounding students, captivated by the unfolding scene, exchange whispers and glances filled with admiration and surprise.
Draco, shaken by the unexpected opposition from one of his closest friends, regains his composure. His pride wounded, he attempts to mask his disbelief with a haughty glare. However, the cracks in his facade are evident. It's a rare sight to witness someone challenge Draco, and the students relish in the spectacle, some fighting back grins of satisfaction and with one final sneer Draco turns on his heels and struts away.
There’s a flicker of concern behind Theodore’s piercing blue eyes as they shift their focus to me, a genuine care that sets my heart at ease. With a gentle smile, he takes a step closer, his voice resonating with a warmth that catches me off guard.
“Are you alright?” Theodore’s voice, smooth and velvety, reaches my ears like a soothing melody. I think it’s the first time I’ve truly heard him speak, and there’s a captivating timbre to his words - a perfect harmony of confidence and tenderness. I find myself momentarily entranced by his presence, the way he effortlessly brushes a bit of snow out of my hair, his touch sending a gentle shiver down my spine.
With a grateful smile, I reply, “Thank you Teddy, let me buy you a drink to make up?” The air around us seems to hold a certain electricity, a shared moment that lingers in the wintry atmosphere.
Theodore’s eyes widen slightly and I’m not sure if it’s at my offer or the fact I called him ‘Teddy’ without thinking about it, but either way, surprise mingles with the lingering warmth in his gaze. A hint of a smile plays at the corners of his lips as he considers my proposition and after a moment of silent contemplation he’s nodding and accepting my invitation.
“Teddy?” He asks quietly, almost shyly, as we turn back and head towards The Three Broomsticks, the thoughts of Butterbeer already warming the chill working its way into my bones. A soft blush creeps up my cheeks as I meet his gaze, finding comfort int he genuine warmth radiating from him.
“Yes, Teddy,” I respond with a gentle nod, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, “If that’s okay with you? It feels right.” The admission carries a sense of vulnerability, as if I’m opening a door to something new, embracing the familiarity that seems to have effortlessly blossomed between us.
A genuine smile spreads across Theodore’s face, eyes crinkling at the corners as he mumbles, “I like it.” There’s a softness in his expression as he speaks, a subtle shift in demeanour that draws me closer both physically and emotionally. I’m bumping shoulders with him lightly as he pushes open the door to The Three Broomsticks for me.
The air is thick with the aroma of freshly brewed Butterbeer, mingling with the comforting scent of wood and fireplaces. The low ceiling is adorned with an array of floating lanterns, casting a soft, golden glow that dances upon the polished wooden floors. The walls are adorned with aging tapestries and moving portraits that I still can’t get used to, having been introduced to the magical world when the Weasley’s adopted me just after my 9th birthday.
The tavern is filled with a harmonious blend of laughter and chatter, the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of magical fireworks, probably from some new toy Fred and George have created, punctuating the joyful atmosphere. The patrons, a mix of Hogwarts students and locals, gather in small groups at the wooden tables, engaged in animated conversations or enjoying a game of Wizarding chess.
Madam Rosmerta moves with grace behind the bar, effortlessly serving Butterbeer and other magical drinks. Her warm smile and friendly banter create an inviting atmosphere, making everyone feel right at home.
We make our way to the small table indicated by Madam Rosmerta, and as we settle down, Theodore takes the seat beside me. His presence is comforting, his arm casually draped over the back of my chair. It's a subtle gesture, yet it carries an intimacy that sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. As he lean in closer to hear me other over the lively ambiance of the pub, Theodore's head ducks down, his voice a soft murmur that tickles my ear. The proximity between us feels both exhilarating and comforting, like a secret shared between kindred spirits. In the midst of the bustling crowd, we create our own little world, cocooned in the warmth of our connection. The laughter and conversations of the other patrons blend into the background, fading away as our focus rests solely on each other.
“You’re so beautiful.” The pads of his fingers brush lightly over my jaw, sending my face aflame as it’s something so unexpected and something so right. His voice is deep and full of genuinely which isn’t expected from Slytherins. Before either of us can say or do anything else Madam Rosmerta approaches with our drinks, a tray of steaming Butterbeer and a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Theodore’s hand moving away from me, his touch fleeting, but it sends a jolt of electricity through my fingertips, leaving me craving more. With a grateful smile, we accept our drinks, the frothy liquid adding a touch of sweetness to the atmosphere. The taste of the warm Butterbeer dances on my tongue, mirroring the warmth that spreads within me whenever Theodore's eyes meet mine.
With Madam Rosmerta’s retreating figure a sense of anticipation lingers in the air. I feel Theodore’s gaze intensify, his eyes fixed on mine with a mixture of tenderness and desire. Without a word, he captures my jaw between his thumb and forefinger, guiding me gently toward him.
Time seeming to stand still as our lips meet in a surprising yet delicate kiss. The world around us fading away, leaving only the soft press of his lips against mine, the warmth of his breath mingling with mine. It’s a kiss filled with unspoken promises and raw vulnerability. It has me melting into his strong presence, my body instinctively leaning closer. His touch both electrifying and gentle, as if he’s holding me with the utmost care. The taste of butterbeer lingering on his tongue adds to the intensity of the kiss, drawing an embarrassing sound from me.
As the kiss comes to an end, both of us breathless and wide-eyes, a hint of surprise flickers across Theodore’s features. He stammers, voice laced with a touch of flustered apology, “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to…”
But, before he can finish his sentence, I’m silencing him with another kiss, my lips pressing against his with a mixture of urgency and tenderness. It’s my way of telling him that he doesn’t need to apologise, a soft sigh escaping me when he brings a hand up to cup my jaw as the kiss ends just as sweetly. I’m whispering softly, voice a blend of relief and affection, “I’m glad you like me Teddy. I’m surprised you even see me.”
“Oh sweetheart,” His vice is low, eyes searching mine, a myriad of emotions swirling within them, thumb caressing my cheek as he leans closer, lips barely brushing mine and he murmurs four words that leave me speechless:
REQUESTED: "Wondering if I could request a Remus one (as I enjoyed your other 2) where your James’ or Sirius’ younger sister by like a year but you and Remus are dating secretly. He could find out by walking in on kissing or vertisum (idk how to spell) in truth or dare and he gets all protective big brother over her"
SUMMARY: you and remus had been dating in secret for quite some time but you being james' little sister and him being one of his closest friends, your relationship was bound to come to the light. what you weren't expecting was how james would have discovered...
PAIRING: remus lupin x potter!reader
WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol i think?? i don't know
WORD COUNT: 2160
"I was thinking i could come to the party with you and the others tonight," you said casually as you walked beside your brother, James.
He had offered to walk you to class, and by 'offered' he meant he was going to walk you to class, no matter what. James liked to think he was just keeping you company when the truth was that he didn't like you walking alone. Even if you were younger than him by just a year.
You figured he would eventually understand that, but it didn't bother you too much. James was fun to have around, even though sometimes being alone was essential. Especially because you and Remus could be together only if you were alone.
You knew James wouldn't have taken it well: one of his best friends dating his sister. No, it was better this way; a secret.
"We talked about it," he said as he kept on walking through the hallways with you beside him. "No."
"But why?!"
"Because you shouldn't go to this kind of parties, there's people with dubious intentions."
"You're usually one of them, Jamie." You said, raising one eyebrow in challenge.
"Good thing not everyone has the best brother in the world to look out for them, then." He huffed, obviously proud of himself.
"Oh come on, you know me," you said, gesturing at yourself. "I'm responsible!"
"It's exactly because i know you that i don't want you to come tonight," he continued, not even sparing you a look. "You're not responsible."
"James, i'm not you," you affirmed, and he scoffed loudly, but a smile was already making its way on his face.
"That might be true, but still, i don't think you should come."
"I don't need your permission, you know?" You stated and he scowled at you, so you quickly continued. "And you'll be there so you can make sure no ill-intentioned people bother us."
"Y/n, you know i love you but," he stopped to think of his next words. "I plan on being way too drunk to be careful for you too."
You shook your head at him as he smirked; unbelievable. And then he had the audacity to reprimand you.
"You can trust me, Jamie, you know it." You said earnestly, and that finally seemed to convince him. He could never say no to you, although he tried.
"Fine," he let out. "But i'll hex everyone who gets too close to you."
"James," you said as you reached his next class. "You have a long list of people still to hex then!"
He shot you a worried gaze before seeing you disappear around the corner, a satisfied grin on your face.
After having decided what to wear to the party, after having met with your friends to reach the ravenclaws' common room, and after having ━ unsuccessfully ━ tried avoiding James' searching gaze, you were finally in the middle of the crowd.
Your brother seemed to be glued to you, as if under a spell, and Merlin knows what you would have done to break it. He had always been protective but it was getting frustrating.
Remus has told you that it would have been useless, that you should have just met him somewhere else, but you were determined on enjoying your night, possibly stealing a kiss or two from your beloved boyfriend, all the while not being caught by James.
But he was stubborn, clinging to you like a lost puppy and glaring at whoever so much as tried glancing your way. You hoped he would have softened a bit after a couple drinks, but he was adamant on being your own personal bodyguard for the night.
"Y/n, i wasn't expecting to see you here," started Sirius as he and Remus made their way towards you and your brother. You shot Remus a small smile that he immediately returned, trying not to look too obvious.
"To be fair, i wasn't expecting to see myself here either," you said, throwing a side look at your brother. "But James here took it upon himself to scare every single person that dares even thinking about me, how could i miss such a show?"
"He never did that for me, i feel offended," he confessed, bringing a hand to his heart to exaggerate his mocking, but James didn't seem to notice it, instead surveying the area. "Outraged even."
"I would gladly offer you the honor if i could, believe me."
Your tried not looking at Remus, ignoring him, but it wasn't easy, especially when he looked that good; effortlessly elegant in the clothes you liked to 'borrow' from time to time, hair slightly tousled that made you yearn to just smooth it with your fingers.
Thankfully, your attention was redirected towards a group of students, calling for participants for a game of truth or dare. You simply couldn't pass up the opportunity, especially when you could use it to your advantage and force James to let you breathe for the rest of the night.
One thing leads to another and now you and the three marauders were sat in the big circle of students that had been created.
One of them rose among the others, voice full of amusement as he spoke. "But this is Hogwarts, we should make this more interesting!" He said, extracting a vial from his pocket, the liquid inside swirling menacingly. "Let's make sure these truths are true."
The questions had been overly personal and the dares had been as risky as they were hilarious, but you hadn't gone through one yet. You just hoped you didn't have to sneak in the slytherin common room at that hour.
"Remus, truth or dare?" You lifted your eyes towards the boy, looking slightly bored as he chose truth.
The vial containing the veritaserum was passed around, hand in hand until it reached Remus' slender fingers. He downed a small drop; enough to answer truthfully the question, not enough to spill every single secret he had.
You smiled as he closed the small lid and lifted his eyebrows, signaling for the question to be made.
"Who would you kiss in this room?"
Your face paled, and so did Remus'. He went from slightly annoyed to completely worried in a matter of seconds; he couldn't lie. He couldn't lie in front of James.
You tried to think of something, anything to say to save him from that situation, to save yourself because you had no idea what would have been worse: that he said your name or not.
"Come on Moony, it's not that difficult, is it?" Cheered James, sat right beside you.
Sirius nudged him in the shoulder. "Got a secret crush? Come on, we're waiting!"
Remus gulped, stealing a glance at you before uttering a word; your name.
"Louder Moony! You barely heard that yourself!" Protested James, and if he only had known what his friend had said, you were sure he wouldn't have been as insisting.
"Y/n." Repeated Remus, and you felt yourself shrink more and more. Your hand was on you wand, hidden in your pocket, ready in case James would have had some unpredictable reaction.
Everyone's gaze went from you to Remus and from Remus to you, cheering. James' never left Remus. "Y/n? Y/n as in 'my sister Y/n'? As in 'my little sister Y/n'? That Y/n?"
Everyone suddenly stilled. Remus' lips remained sealed together because he knew that if he had spoken, only the truth would have come out. And the truth was that yes, it was you, James' little sister.
"Remus, that Y/n?" He asked again, more imposing. He got up, now towering over both you and Remus.
"James, don't make a fuss about it," you said, and immediately regretted it.
He turned towards you. "You are my sister, Y/n, and he knows that! He knows how much i care about you, he knows-"
"He knows and it was just a stupid game! He didn't do anything wrong, James!"
James' over-protective gaze was burning you, but you couldn't look away, or he would have won.
He turned towards Remus once more. "Just a game, nothing more, is that right?"
Remus remained silent. James inched closer and you did too, unconsciously grabbing your wand. You wouldn't have hurt him, but you would have stopped him: James had that look in his eyes, that look that only older brothers had and that could scare even the bravest of soldiers.
"Just a game, is that right?" He repeated.
"It's not just a game, James," he said, voice impossibly firm. He got up, staring James right into his eyes.
"It's my sister, you know it." Said James through gritted teeth. He was trying so hard not do something reckless: it was one of his best friends, if it had been anyone else you knew James would have already freaked out.
"James, stop it. You're putting on a show." You said, fists clenched at your side.
"What is going on with you two? Huh?" He asked again, totally careless of your words. "What is going on, Moony?"
Remus didn't speak, but instead stared straight at him.
"Remus! What is going on?!" Asked again James, or rather shouted. You took James by his forearm, moving him away from the center of the room and letting the rest of the students go back to their previous activities. Remus followed, ready for the duel.
"We're dating," said calmly Remus, but he said it with that calm that seemed to hide a storm, a calm that, if disturbed, would have devastated everything in its path.
James looked distraught at Remus, then stole a glance from you. If James was over protective before, you could only imagine what would have happened now.
"Remus, she's my sister-" began James but Remus interrupted him, taking a step forward and squaring him off.
"And i love her," he declared. You stilled immediately, a frozen statue in the middle of the room.
You knew he cared about you; you knew you cared about him, so much. But you had never exchanged the L word, and you honestly never thought you would have heard it come out of his mouth first or that it would have come out in front of your brother instead of you.
"I love her and i know you do too," he continued, expression so serious no one dared to even breathe as the discussion went on. "I'm your friend James, you know i would never hurt her."
James' face was unreadable as he looked at Remus, standing still in front of him. You didn't know what to do as you waited to see, gripping your wand a little tighter.
And then, James did the most unexpected move: he hugged Remus.
Shock was painted all over Remus' face as James almost stole the air from his lungs with the strength of the hug. You stared in disbelief at the scene, pocketing your wand.
"I know, Moony, i might have been a little harsh, i trust you," said your brother, arms still enveloped around him. Then they separated slightly, enough for James to utter a few words in Remus' ear before letting him go. "But if you do hurt her, i'll kill you anyway."
Remus finally smiled at his friend, letting go of his arms. "I know, don't worry, i'm not planning on dying any time soon."
James then turned towards you, the previous smile thinning to a line. "You could have told me, you know?"
He slung his arm around your shoulders, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him. "Yeah, because your reaction was just peachy."
James tsk-ed you and let go of your figure. "You know what? I'm tired, i think i'm going back now, but you," he stopped a moment to look back at Remus, still waiting behind them. "You enjoy the rest of the night."
"Who are you and what have you done to my brother?" You mockingly asked.
"Don't get used to it, i'll still annoy you," he said, turning to leave with Sirius in tow. "You know it's my favorite pastime."
You shook your head as you watched him get away. An arm made its way around your shoulders, Remus slowly encasing you in his chest, warming you.
"So you love me, huh?"
He looked away, hugging you a little tighter, and chuckled. "I had to say something to let James believe me, didn't i?"
"I didn't know you could fool the veritaserum, Rem," you said, smiling mischievously up at him.
"I'm just that good," he continued smiling with that half smile he always had, that half smile you always loved. "I thought you knew by now."
You nuzzled your head against his chest, shaking it at the silliness of it all. "I love you, Rem." You whispered, only for him, only for the two of you.
He laid a single sweet kiss on your head. "I love you too, Y/n."
notes ; huehuehuehue i love the twins <333 and this seemed cute kjashsdkjdash i hope george wasn't ooc <//3 but aaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!
wc ; 226
warnings ; nothing but fluff here!
summary ; george really loves y/n l/n, and this is just one of the many reasons why
pairing ; george weasley x fem! reader
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you were fixing your hair in the mirror as your boyfriend, george weasley, came into the room. you smiled at him as you looked up at him and he kissed you. he grinned and said, "hello, lover. you look so beautiful tonight."
you laughed, shaking your head and fixed your earrings. "oh, stop it. you don't look so bad yourself, my love."
you stood up, locking eyes with him as you held hands. you bit your lip to stop from laughing as george moved your hands together as if you were dancing. your eyes traveled to his robes which were a bit askew, and without a word, moved closer to him.
he grinned as he looked at you fix his clothes. the thoughts of being with you for the rest of his life flashed briefly that he couldn't help but place a soft kiss on the top of your head. you smiled widely, confused. "what was that for?"
"i'm just feeling a bit sappy, dear."
"cute," you whispered as you got closer to his face. he closed the distance, kissing you softly. "i love you."
"and i love you."
you both stared at each other for the next few minutes, startling when fred's voice rang out, "enjoying, you two?"
"sod off, fred."
you laughed, holding george's hand in yours. "well, come on, they must be waiting."
