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hii ! i'm cassandra (or just "cass") | she/they | 17...-> 18 soon

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STATUS: open/close

DOs: Fluff, Angst, and (maybe) light smut. Fem! Reader only, but not strictly wlm. I would prefer if your request relates to the fandoms ik #checkintro. I don't mind writing slight age-gap relationships, but they will most likely be headcanons.

The concept of Alexander Duggan also has a spy/sniper wife who helps him on his missions.

His clients don't know that there's a second party, and though Duggan always promotes 'working' alone. None of his getaways would be possible without his wife.

However, she could not be more different than him. On the outside, Alexander doesn't look like he'd ever become a hitman. He has amazing charm and is the definition of "husband material".

And his wife just looks like she'll murder you if you stare too long.

Don't get me wrong. They're both fucking crazy. There's just a reason why Duggan's wife does the more undercover stuff.

a/n: i'm very well-versed in this topic & thought about this last night actually. also leta looks so pretty in that photo. i'm so in love with her dude hahahahaa...expect a poly fic between reader with leta and theseus soon

NEWT SCAMANDER:

𑣲. Quality time and acts of service are Newt Scamander's best friends. He's the type to admire your presence. Like you could just be in his sanctuary, doing nothing, and he'd still worship the ground you walk on. 𑣲. He prefers that you communicate your likes and needs. Not like he doesn't know them or is unable to make an educated guess; however, hearing it from your voice provides him with the comfort and reassurance that he's not fucking things up. 𑣲. He's not all that affectionate (in terms of PDA), and if he starts to be, it's probably because the two of you have been dating for some time. However, when the time comes, I can see him really into kissing your forehead, cheek, and jawline. Also, he's the type to link pinkies I CAN'T LIE #ilynewtumeantheworldtome. 𑣲. His favorite thing to do is to read his book to you while the two of you try to fall asleep. As you're lying on his chest with your legs over his waist, he softly whispers the functionality of an occamy. 𑣲. Newt REALLY likes talking about his creatures and shitting on the ministry. 𑣲. He's so passionate about hating on the ministry that he could genuinely write a novel about how much the ministry negatively affected the environmental structure of the world's magical creatures.

THESEUS SCAMANDER:

Speaking of the Ministry...

✦ ݁ Theseus Scamander, my PDA and words of affirmation warrior. All he can do is keep his hands on you while seducing your life away with his sweet voice. He LOVES kissing your lips, neck, and shoulder. Though for more public spaces, he'll kiss the side of your head or knuckles. ✦ ݁ He complains a lot. Whether it's about his job or Newt's magical bullshit, he feels compelled to cover up. He comes home with that irritated look on his face, like he's ready to spill annoying--classified, but annoying information on the latest ministry memo. ✦ ݁ Theseus always tries subtly hinting that you should join the ministry because it would be good for the two of you. (is he lying...)

✦ ݁ He picks things up easily. The two of you enter a room with loads of people, and one weary look from you (not at him, but the room itself) signals that he should probably stick close to you the whole night. You picked up a bouquet of flowers while strolling the London streets? All of a sudden, the same bouquet of followers appears on your nightstand counter.

ɴᴇᴡᴛ + ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇᴜꜱ ꜱᴄᴀᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

a/n: I think I genuinely woke up in cold sweat the moment you requested this. I never felt so motivated and happy to write some headcanons. Hope you don't mind that I also included Theseus...I REALLY LIKE CALLUM TURNER.

NEWT SCAMANDER:

Newt Scamander isn't the type to make the first move, but he will sure make an impression. The moment he concludes that he has romantic feelings for you, everything comes undone. He thinks about waves to make the first move, but ultimately decides to leave it at bay--sometimes, it becomes overwhelming, which causes him to unconsciously isolate himself from you.

It isn't until you confront him about his behavior. Honestly, you thought he began to hate you or something. In reality, he had this amazing, massively awkward crush on you.

He had to hear it from you first.

He had to hear that you felt the same way.

And he was glad to hear you did.

Newt Scamander rambles about his creatures to you all the time. Vice versa. He often travels, and as much as he would love to bring you, he is scared something might happen to you. To make it up, he sends postcards, buys gifts, and stays a bit longer before traveling again. He also talks to his creatures about you. He'd probably take a look in the niffler cage, spotting the many pieces of jewelry, and secretly take a few gems out because they match your eyes. The moment his nifflers take note, he tries reasoning with them. Some understand, while some are ready to chew his hair off. "Teddy--please. I promise you I'll get you more shiny silverware."

The niffler turned his black fur away from Newt's face, squealing coming from his beak, and Newt attempted to carry the grieving creature.

Newt Scamander later bought Teddy the Niffler three silver spoons and shiny golden foreign currency.

I can't really see Newt being into PDA. I believe his main love languages would be quality time, acts of service, and (maybe) gift giving. He's also VERY emotionally intelligent, since he studies the behaviors of his creatures, which causes him to be extra cautious + keeping an open mind.

He's not the type to immediately announce to the public that he's in a relationship. He would rather let people catch on than boast about your relationship. Not that he's not opposed to letting people know, but it has to come naturally. Y'know?

THESEUS SCAMANDER:

Theseus Scamander, on the other hand, is the total opposite. He follows the rules and always feels like he has something to prove. Whether that's proving that he's fit to be the Head of the British Auror office or he's worthy of being yours...let's just say he's really competitive.

Unlike Newt, Theseus's relationship status tends to travel fast, and he sort of doesn't have a choice if the public should know his business. He can't even lie. He loves how each paper with him mentions you being his. He's all about showing off. A conversation, to which you're not even present, could be about the political state of the wizarding world, and Theseus would still find a way to mention you. You're his trophy and he intends to show you off.

I do think Theseus has a fixing problem. If you two were to get into an argument, he would try to fix the situation right away instead of giving you two space. He has the older sibling complex, where he feels responsible for everyone he's associated with. This leads to Theseus micro-managing what you.

However, as your relationship progresses, the micro-managing dies down.

He's also a PDA king. Hands all over you--not even sexually. The two of you could be walking down Hogsmeade, catching up with some old friends, and his hand would be placed on your lower back or shoulder. His arms around your waist--ooooo, not to mention how much he loves playing with your hair.

As much as Theseus loves spending quality time with you, his work at the ministry causes a lot of problems.

Including arguments.

ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ - ꜱʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ ʙᴏʏꜱ ꜱᴍᴀᴜ

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ: Draco L. Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Tom M. Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, & Lorenzo Berkshire

ᴄᴡ/ᴛᴀɢꜱ: mentions of blood, bruising & implied attempted SA, "vulgar" language, petnames, fem! reader, Romilda Vane slander, OOC (maybe)

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: it's me and text fics against the world + will be posting more Newt Scamander content bc OUUUU ily eddie redmayne. icl...i asked multiple people how they were to interpret this request so sorry if this isn't what you wanted </3 (SOMEONE JUST REQUESTED ME A NEWT FIC HAHAHHAHAHAH)

"WHY A WEASLEY?" - Ron Weasley x Fem! Reader

cw/tags: GUACKWARD reader and Ron, SLYTHERIN! Reader, everyone is OOC, author does not like ron but SOMEONE was persistent, horrible descriptions of magical creatures and all things Hogwarts, social hierarchy (if you squint), cliffhanger ending,

summary: You started developing a crush on a specific red-haired Gryffindor, but your friends, specifically Pansy, don't think it's a good idea. You try to get rid of the thought, but one Care of Magical Creatures class changes it all.

wc: 1.4k

author's note: this is totally BULLSHIT i wrote while being extremely sleep-deprived. ngl i can see this turning into a pt. 2

You considered the start of December 1994 to be the best, yet worst month there was during your fourth year at Hogwarts. 

The moment your friends heard about the idea of a “Yule Ball”, they started preparing as if there was no tomorrow. Pansy Parkinson was already sending owls, inviting all of the classy people she knew to Hogsmeade. She proclaimed, 

“It’s simply a makeover. Honestly, love, you need one”

She meant all good, though. She cares for her friends even if the truth—her truth- hurts. 

However, Daphnne Greengrass was in her own world. She couldn’t care for the Yule Ball. She was more focused on this year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Daphnne found him weird and sensed a dark aura surrounding him. Honestly, this feeling might have come from hanging out with Luna Lovegood. 

The early dining hall’s sunlight shone onto the Gryffindor table while leaving the Slytherin section in total darkness. That's when you noticed him. He was glowing—or so you thought he was. He was with them, Granger and Potter. His sister was beside them as well, but she looked too busy trying to get Potter’s attention to speak with her brother. 

You felt a sharp nudge from Pansy’s elbow. She cocked her head, furrowing her eyebrows, and smirking with curious intent. She leaned closer and whispered that so no one could hear. 

“You fancy someone?” 

You turned to Pansy, snapping out of your trance. A red flush plastered across your ears and face. Pansy took that answer as a yes. She started giggling while you slowly regretted sitting beside her. 

“Who—you must tell me.”

“Is it someone in our house?”

“our year”

She was practically gnawing your head off. However, your eyes were too busy to notice. You softened your expression as he continued to eat his breakfast.

 Was his hair always so red? 

Then, from the corner of your eye, you see that Pany’s expression changed from confused to all-knowing. Her eyes widened, jaw hanging. You felt a couple of eyes on you two, mostly her, but they knew you were a part of her conclusion. 

“What are you staring at?” Draco snarled at you. His eyes followed your gaze—the Gryffindor table. Draco’s face revolted. He didn’t know who, nor did he want to know…he knew you were on some bullshit. 

Pansy nudged at you once more, hissing at the realization. 

“Gryffindor?! Honestly—Y/n, that’s mental.” You felt guilty. If the whole Slytherin house knew you were madly in love with Ronald Weasley, you would be deemed a joke for the rest of your years at Hogwarts. You couldn’t tell anyone. Not Pansy. Not Daphnne. Not even telling  Lovegood felt safe. 

“N-no. I wasn’t staring at anyone!”

Who were you fooling?

“It better not be Weasley. That would be beneath you” 

You tried holding back your smile. You closed your eyes, in hopes that you’d “calm down”. 

“Yeahhhh. Veryyyyy…..”

.

.

.

A few hours later, you found yourself standing in front of your next class. 

Care of Magical Creatures. 

The only class where you had none of your friends in, but the only class you and Ron shared. You weren’t Newt Scamander; however, it’s not like you were FAILING the class. 

Let’s just say you did not care for these magical creatures. 

Ron was just as lost. His grade in this class was lower than yours. He knew it, but he wasn’t going to ask a Slytherin, let alone Draco Malfoy’s friend, for help. 

Hagrid stepped in front of the class with a big grin while three Mooncalves followed behind him—llama-like creatures with huge blue eyes, white wool, short snouts, and ears like a mouse. They were the most fuggliest things you’ve laid your eyes on. 

“Alright, kids! Pair up into groups now. Don’t be shy!” Hagrid huffed. Everyone ran towards their best mates and crushes, while you, Ron, and a few outcasts stood awkwardly near each other. It took a split second, but you worked up the courage to walk, timidly of course, over to the freckled ginger. He tried moving away, but you were persistent. 

“Weasley. Can…may I be in your group? No one here is,” You see the confused look in his eyes. He expected you to be cruel, cocky, and over the top. Your eyes weren’t filled with arrogance or hate. Ron didn’t know what was inside your mind, but he could tell you were nothing like Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass, but most importantly, you didn’t act like Draco Lucius Malfoy. 

There was a pause.  A moment of long, desired, drag of silence. Ron finally spoke out, 

“I mean, yeah, sure. I guess.” 

You forced a smile, your face remained neutral, but your mind was rushing, contemplating your next move. 

Should I walk closer?

I should talk to him. Wait, no. That’s awkward.

Merlin, I hope no one is seeing this right now. Especially Pansy. 

Not a second pass, and these outcast rejects walked closer, practically huddling between the two of you. It gave you a reason to move closer to him. You felt your arm brushing against his. He felt the graze, briefly meeting your eyes before Hagrid started his instructions. The mooncalves were growing weary as they sheepishly stood behind the professor. 

Hagrid began explaining. Each group was instructed to look after each mooncalve for a period of time, document their behavior, and use this information for a future paper. Which wouldn’t be a problem for you if not for Severus Snape’s potions analysis on antidotes and medical draughts being due the next day. 

As each group walked to the Mooncalves, most took a more uprooted and bold approach. Just as your group was about to do the same, you stopped everyone in their tracks. Ron, thought you were about to suggest a cruel and selfless act, while the others stopped because you’re you.

Perks of being a Slytherin, I guess. 

You crouched down, subtly waddling toward the mooncalf with your arm extended out. The creature was reluctant, yet you felt the change in atmosphere. It bowed its long neck, then walked towards you. Its head met the surface of your palm. 

“Well done! Look, everyone, Ms. L/n and her group have done it!” Hagrid announced. “Alright, just stay with the Mooncalf, and patiently wait until everyone else meets the same level, yeah?”

A few members of your group stepped back. They believed that you were fully capable of handling animals all by yourself. As long as you give the group the details, they’re bound to pass this paper. 

Class flew by in an instant. You gave your information to a Ravenclaw girl in your group.

“Marietta Edgecombe, was it? Are you able to owl everyone the information later?” You presented a decent smile. Enough to be polite, but also deadly intimidating. You swore Edgecombe’s hair grew two times in volume, and the goosebumps around her neck just turned bolder. She “happily” accepted your suggestion.

Just then, you felt a new, but familiar presence behind you. 

“That was brilliant. Truly, brilliant.” Ron looked taken aback. He never saw you as the type standing beside animals, let alone taking care of them.

“It was nothing, really. Sheer luck”

“Bloody hell. Why don’t you pass on the magic, will ya?” A genuine laugh came out of your mouth. It felt uncontrolled, rolling out of your tongue like how a bottle of Muggle Soju would down a person’s throat. 

“Would you like to go to the library and work on this assignment together? It honestly might save my grade.” You spoke. Ron didn’t know if he should respond. It went against his morals and what he stood for. Hell, this went against everyone’s morals. 

A Weasley with a Slytherin pureblood CAUGHT in the library. TOGETHER!!!

You can already hear it echo in the halls. 

“S-sure. Just, uhm–let. me. know. when.” Ron’s voice was filled with uncertainty. He didn’t know why he would agree to something he’d probably regret, but in the moment, it felt…right.

You flashed an amused grin, waving goodbye at your group, but mainly him. After class, Pansy rushed up to you with mischief in her eyes.

“Did you hear what they’ve been saying?” She exclaimed.

“No?” Your furrowed your eyebrows, squinting your eyes as you stared deep into Pansy’s expression.

“Rumor has it that…YOU fancy Ronald Wealsy”

You allowed her words to hang in silence. You’re not sure the words even made it through your ear. But, when it did. Your heart began to race, while your head went blank. You wanted to explain yourself, but who are you lying to? Really. The only words you were able to articulate were, 

disclaimer ! this is reality shifting + yumeshipping content. anti-shifters DNI and hate will be blocked!!

cw: small age gap, pet names ("angel"), nurse -> alchemist! reader, unresolved tension, SLIGHT angst/no happy ending haha, ending up for interpretation, [ NO BETA WE DIE LIKE LETA ]

summary: You cared for the wounded during the Great War and found yourself a little fling. It didn't last. Fast forward three years, and you opened your own alchemy shop and believed that you had finally made something for yourself. Until one day, the man who broke your heart opened the door into your store unannounced.

wc: 1.7k

You’re smart. One of the brightest witches of your age—maybe it’ll be that way for a long time. 

It’s what made you stand out to him.

Theseus Scamander was known for many things: War Hero, Britain’s best Auror, older brother to Newt Scamander, etc. Honestly, the list could go on. 

“Newt speaks highly of you.” Theseus’s words echoed through your head. It felt like a soft melody—it wasn’t even Theseus himself who complemented you, but it felt right hearing it from his mouth. 

However, reality shot that pretty thought of yours with the truth. Well…your truth.