Mrs. Scamander - Theseus x Reader
A/N: I think this just topped "I Do" as my favorite fic I've ever written. I took creative liberty with Theseus' mum, which I think added a bit of humor <3
Word Count: 1,556
Warnings: Fluff (?), overbearing mothers
"Does everyone know why we're gathered here today?" Mrs. Scamander asked, her ankles crossing over one another as she nursed a cup of tea in the palm of her hand, bringing it to her lips.
Theseus nodded, running a hand through his dark brown hair, "Because Newt-"
"No, not because of Newt. It's about you." She said with a sigh, watching as her oldest son's brows creased.
"What in the bloody hell have I done?" He asked, shock spread across his face.
"Watch your mouth, Theseus." She warned, "Theseus, it's come to my attention that since becoming Head Auror, something I'm very proud of you for, that you've been… lacking in other areas."
He groaned, "Mum, please…"
Newt stirred beside his brother, trying to keep Teddy from rumaging in between the couch cussions looking for spare change. Once he wrangled the niffler into the crook of his arm, awkwardly smiling up at his mother.
She cleared her throat, "Theseus, if you look around this room, you'll find that you're surrounded by the people who care about you most."
He surveyed the room and took in the cold hearted truth of it: He really only let three people close to him, and even then, "close" was an iffy term.
Before him, his mother sat in her quilted settee, a look of worry on her face as she looked her son up and down. There were bags under his eyes, his hair was disheveled, and his tie was loosened around his neck. Theseus had barely slept the night before, or any night this past month, really.
To his right, Newt sat holding Teddy, more preoccupied with wrangling the niffler than trying to help with his brother's intervension. And to his left, you were perched on the arm of the couch, the tea in your hands untouched. If it had been anyone else, he would have questioned why they were a part of a family matter. But you had practically grown up with he and Newt, so it went without questioning.
"Mum, it's a big responsibility. I'm tired, that's all." Theseus said, giving her a weak smile.
"Being "just tired" may work when you don't get a lot of sleep at night, but you're far beyond that point," Mrs. Scamander shook her head, "Is it true that you've been falling asleep in the office?"
His eyes widened, "How'd you find out about that one? Who told you?"
The room went silent, his mother sipped her tea, and all eyes fell on you.
"Y/N!" Theseus exclaimed, "It was one time!"
"One time this week, Thes. And it's only Monday. Last week it was eight. Trust me, I counted." You frowned, setting your teacup on the sidetable, "I only told her because I care about her. And I know you wouldn't listen to me if I told you to get some more rest."
He huffed, crossing her arms, refusing to look in her direction.
"Theseus, stop acting like a child. We all know it's true." His mother sighed, waving her wand to refill her tea.
"And I suppose Newt told you something, too? How I've been adding more and more sugar to my tea to keep myself awake?"
He regretted saying it as soon as the words left his mouth.
"You've what? Theseus, that's not at all good for your health and you know it!" Mrs. Scamander scolded, "No, Newt told me about the incident at Hogwarts. You were left in, for lack of better words, a prison… hanging upside down? Is that correct?"
"Newt got me out of there just fine, mum." Theseus grumbled, slumping back into the couch. He flinched when he felt something move behind his back, watching as you slid your hand out of the way. He had almost forgotten that you had been rubbing small circles in his back for the past fifteen minutes in an effort to be supportive.
"Watch your tone, Theseus." His mother warned, "Look, I know things have been difficult, especially this past few years. With your promotion, losing Leta, getting back on the right track with your brother… But it's time to make better decisions, starting with your lack of sleep."
Theseus shook his head, "Mum, I'm a grown man. I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions."
She raised a brow and he immediately appologized, accepting his defeat, "I'll get more sleep."
"Continue."
"I promise." He finished.
"Now that that's out of the way, it's about time you settled down!" Mrs. Scamander explained, "I'm not getting any younger, Theseus, I'm in desperate need of a grandchild! Why, just across the street, the Wollenstones are expecting not one, but two grandchildren this spring! Come on, Theseus!"
"Why are you only asking me for grandchildren? Newt's here, too!" Theseus argued, but one look at Newt and he remembered why he hadn't settled down yet.
Mrs. Scamander rolled her eyes, "Newt already has someone on his mind, Theseus. The point is, you don't."
"And how do you know that?"
"Because I know my son."
Her words stung, but they were true. Between trying to rein his brother in and catch up to Grindlewald, he hadn't had much time to think about settling down with someone.
"I think it's best if I go. I have a lot of wo- resting- I need to do." Theseus swallowed the bile that rose in his throat, rising from his spot on the sofa.
"Aren't you going to stay for dinner? I made your favorite for dessert. Treacle Tarts." She frowned, waving her hand through the air to mimic the shape of the tart.
But Theseus continued walking, calling out that "that's Newt's favorite" over his shoulder.
Mrs. Scamander was about to follow after him, but you held out a hand, "Let me go, see if I can diffuse the tension."
She nodded briskly and you scurried after him, trying to catch him before he left.
You turned a corner into the hallway and another into the narrow foyer, dozens of photos of the boys hung on the wall, sprinkled in with at least a half dozen of you.
When you caught up to him, he was struggling to get his coat off the hangar, too frustrated to even think.
You approached him slowly, trying not to startle him. Placing a hand gently on his shoulder, you reached for the hangar with your other, "Let me help you."
He didn't fight you on it, his tight grip on the hangar loosening so you could grab it, his whole palm red from grasping it too hard.
Slipping the coat off, you set put the hangar back in the closet before helping him slip into the navy blue coat. Once it was over his shoulders, he turned back to you, a gentle smile on his face, "You were always too good to me."
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug, and you grinned, "Always were a hugger, weren't you?"
Theseus stiffled a laugh, "Would you have it any other way?"
"No, I suppose I wouldn't."
You untangled yourself from him and he sighed, "I'll see you later, Y/N."
"Goodbye, Theseus." You smiled, and before he knew what he was doing, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
He then turned to walk out the door, not giving one thought about what he had just done. Then it hit him: he had kissed you. And, surprisingly, you had kissed him back.
Before the door could shut, Theseus turned and opened it back again. You stood in the exact spot you had been standing in when he had left, but your fingertips were now touching your face, a large smile spread across your lips.
Theseus couldn't help but smile back, taking long strides towards you as he tangled one hand in your hair, the other settling on your waist as he leaned in for another kiss.
Your hands found his shoulder and his chest as you fell into the embrace, lips moving against his.
Chances are, the two of you would have stayed like that for hours if it hadn't been for the clatter of a teacup on the floor.
Your heads whipped around to see Mrs. Scamander standing in the middle of the foyer, her eyes wide, tea seeping through the marble floors. She began jumping up and down, "Good Godric, it happened! Newt, it happened!"
Within seconds, she was bursting through the front door, bounding across the street to the Wollenstones, "Agatha, you won't believe it, I'm going to be a grandmother! Agatha!"
You and Theseus couldn't help but laugh, and you leaned your head into his chest, watching as his mother told the whole street about what she had witnessed, "I can't say I'm surprised."
"That my mother is sharing our moment with the whole neighborhood? Me neither."
"That's Mrs. Scamander for you." You giggled, your hand entwined with his.
"Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Mrs. Scamander." Theseus teased.
"Watch it, Theseus." You responded, raising a brow, "But for the record, I prefer gold bands over silver."
Back in the tea room, you could hear Newt call out, "That's what Teddy prefers, too, so I'd be careful if I were you!"
The two of you laughed, releasing the breath you had been holding for far too long.
