My Husband 2

My Husband 2

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Loki x Husband! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings: angst to not angst but not fluff either? cliff hanger ending,

Word Count: 1.4k

part one

a/n: another upload from my old account

The elevator ride was tense, to say the least. The prince refused to look at his brother-in-law and Thor didn’t know what to say. Nothing, is what he hoped he would say. He didn’t want to hear a word of his bullshit. To his dismay, he spoke again when the elevator stopped.

“This is the floor.” Thor stepped out of the elevator. “Please, Y/N-”

“Do not refer to me as that. You have lost the right.”

He slumped slightly, nodding uncomfortably. “My lord, please. He is not the man you married.” 

“Yes, he is.” He responded, venom filling his words. With a hard sigh, he walked him into a room. Well, room was an understatement. It was huge, the size of a house. It was bare, the walls a shade of black, as well as any other surface. The only thing of any difference was a large, glass ball in the center of the room. A voice drifted from the circle. 

“Stark, I presume. Were you not supposed to provide me with care when I needed it? It took you too long. Get better at servicing me.” It was his voice. Y/N paused in his steps before he even saw him. He was behind Thor, his bulking figure was hiding him. His eyes filled with tears. That was Loki's voice. The one he thought he would never hear again. He spoke again, “Oh? Dear brother, what a surprise.” His voice didn’t sound too happy to see Thor.

The prince peaked out at Loki, who wasn't paying enough attention to see or sense him standing there. He looked… like Loki. His hair was longer than he liked it to be, and it wasn’t clean or neat like always he kept it. He was in a pair of rags, rather than the royal clothes he had seen him in last. He was in awe. Even in a state like this, he was the most handsome person he had ever known.

“Loki.” Thor nodded. “I have brought you a visitor.” He stepped out fully, walking closer to the ball.

Loki’s eyes widened and he went up to the glass. “My love?” He murmured. When he reached the glass, he slid down the front with him, their hands hovering over the other’s through the glass. Tears gathered in his eyes. “Shh, my love, what’s wrong? We’re together again. You’re here.”

He smiled slightly, “He told me you were dead.” Loki paused, his eyes lighting with a horrifying anger.

“Who did?”

“Your brother.”

Loki’s gaze turned towards his brother. “Well? Is this true?” Thor nodded sullenly. Loki scoffed, “Is there a reason you decided to break my husband’s heart? To tell him that I was dead?”

Without a word, Thor looked to the ground. Y/N shook his head, gaining his love’s attention back as he slid back against the floor. “My love, I was so scared. I thought I would never see you again. I thought-”

“Shh, it's okay. I’m right here.” Oh, how Loki wished he could touch him, hold him and make him feel him. “Are you safe? Hurt? How did you get here?”

“The Bifrost. I’m okay, just a little bruised from the landing.” He hadn’t noticed it before then, but a soft aching was in his rib area. He didn’t care. “Are you okay? I- I’m afraid that you-”

“I’m okay. Just locked in here.” He said quietly. “These buffoons couldn't hurt me if they tried.” He laughed slightly. “There’s that beautiful laugh.”

Being wrapped in their little bubble, the couple barely noticed when Thor gestured at the cameras. However, they did notice when a swarm of SHIELD agents barged into the room, lining the edge of the room. 

“What-?” Before a full sentence could even be let out, Thor rushed forward and clamped something onto Y/N’s leg. His eyes narrowed and he stood up, ready to attack his brother-in-law. Before he could, though, Thor nodded to an agent.

His eyes whipped around to look at the agent. His lips blew into a tube, sending an arrow directly into his neck. 

“NO- Leave him alone!” Loki yelled, staring at him with panic. “Thor, what are you doing?!”

Thor looked apologetic as dizziness fell over Y/N, “I- I told you not to come here, my lord.” He muttered before walking over. The last thing he saw before his vision went black was Thor reaching over to pick him up.

Before he could see, he could hear. Specifically, he could hear the shouts of his husband. He sounded so far, yet also right beside him. His mind was cloudy as he tried to decipher the shouts.

“I swear, brother, if you hurt him in any way! Why isn’t he waking up?”

“Brother, it's simply a human poison. Whilst it would kill a human, it will only cause an Asgardian to pass out.”

Loki nearly growled, “And how do you know that? Have you tried it yourself before giving it to my husband?”

“Easy there, Reindeer Games,” The semi-familiar voice of Tony Stark replied. He tried to force his eyelids open, but he didn’t have any strength. He noticed then that he couldn’t move at all. He could only hear, and think. It was odd. “He’ll be fine. More than fine, really, if he just answers a few of our questions. He’ll be free to mosey on back to Asgard.” He snickered, “I mean, unless he wants to stay with me.” There was a bang, presumably Loki slamming the cage he was trapped in.

“Don’t you dare.” He hissed. 

“Or what? You’re gonna kill me? Well guess what, you don’t have your magic. And you’re in a cage. Looks like I can do whatever I want.”

Loki remained quiet, probably seething at this point, as Thor spoke up, ignoring his friend’s banter. “Lord  Y/N will be fine, I assure you, brother. I would never hurt him-”

“Then why is he lying in a cot over there? Hm? No fancy comeback for that one, eh? No words to reassure me that he’ll be fine? You poisoned him, Thor. That was clearly you hurting him.” He could feel now, the cold, thin mattress below him. The only thing yet to return was his sight, but he would not give that valuable intel away.

Thor made a small noise, “On the contrary, brother! Human poison would not hurt an Asgardian like him!” He was quiet for a moment before continuing, almost quietly, “Do you really think I would hurt him?”

The silence was overbearing until Tony cleared his throat, “Right, now that that’s taken care of!” He clapped his hands. “What are we going to do with him?”

“Absolutely nothing! Don’t you dare put one of your filthy hands on him!” His shouts did nothing to deter the people in the room, evidently, as someone walked over and picked him up.

“We’d better lock him in a similar cage.” Barton was in the room too; it seems he was the one who lifted him. “If what you said about her was true, then we need to keep him here.” He tried to open his eyes, but he felt too weak. 

“Thor, if you have any respect for me or my husband at all, you would tell them to put him down!” His shouting seemed to do nothing as he was carried, presumably out of the room, as he grew quieter.

He tried to map out the turns they took in his head, making a mental map of where Loki was being kept. Thoughts of revenge twisted in his head. While he knew it was dangerous in his mind, he was prepared to do anything to return to his husband. And that meant unleashing his power if it came down to it, which he hadn’t used in centuries.

A small whoosh! was heard as a door opened. He was quickly placed on a rather uncomfortable table. He tried again to open his eyes once he heard someone leaving the room. This time, he was able to open his eyes, ever so slightly. The bright lights caused them to slam shut again and again, forcing themselves to get used to the blinding rays. 

He was finally able to look around. Carefully, the prince sat up. His eyes trailed around the room. It looked like a science lab. This was probably not a good place for him, an alien, to be. As quickly as he was put in the room, he left. His hands twitched with power as he summoned his magic. It could be ruinous for this planet, but anything for him.

Two guards were stationed outside of the lab. Immediately, they raised their guns to shoot. A blinding (f/c) mist fell from his hands. The mist circled around the soldiers, slowly, before closing in on them. He laughed slightly, refreshed now that he was using his power again. 

He turned to walk away, now, leaving two skeletons in his wait.

They Wouldn't Understand

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Ron Weasley x trans masc! Slytherin! Pureblood! Reader // slight! Molly Weasley x platonic! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings:  internalized and externalized homophobia/transphobia, dysphoria, ABUSE, lowkey torture, use of dead name (dead name will be used as Tamsyn to try and prevent any mention of your own dead name!), large (but also kinda rushed) buildup, nsfw joke at the end (last two lines), secret relationship (and it being exposed)

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Posted from my old account. Sorry for the spam, I just wanted to go ahead and post all of these fics from my old account

Nothing was okay anymore. He felt fine, maybe even safe, at school. But now? It was summer. School was over. That meant he had to go back to his house. To those “parents” of his that always strived to make his life a living hell.

No one even knew how bad it was. As his friends waved to him, and as his boyfriend (albeit in secret, but they were still dating) sent him a small smile while he walked over to his colossal family, the gravity of everything fell onto his shoulders. Nobody knew how bad it was. Hell, most people didn’t even know he was who he was. Only a few people knew he was trans or into men. Both of which were frowned upon. 

He wasn’t normal by any means, but these two struck him deeply. Why couldn’t he follow in his parent’s footsteps? Why was his entire life against the people he was supposed to love? Why wasn’t he a she?

Those thoughts rattled in his mind as he left the train station, moving to grab hold of the house elf’s hand. His parents didn’t even bother to show up. Typical, honestly. He couldn’t remember the last time he had actually been picked up from the station by his parents. Only by the house elf. 

Briefly, he realized that he was definitely not going to be perceived well at home. His boyfriend had loaned him so masculine clothes to help with dysphoria, and he couldn’t just change out of them on the train, so he was forced to disapparate to his house in the masculine clothes with a binder on and a semi-realistic looking packer that was just a pair of socks in his pants. This was not going to turn out very well, he already knew it.

The loud crack! had been mostly ignored. No one came to see him or greet him at the door. Almost with a goal in mind (to change out of the masculine clothes into something hopefully more feminine but not dysphoric-so), he hurried to the stairs. He was almost there, stepping onto the first step when his mother walked into the entryway.

“And where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Even after being used to the words, he flinched. A year at school where people called him a boy had changed his mindset ever so slightly. “We have a dinner party tonight.” He didn’t turn around, afraid of her reaction to his appearance. “Tamsyn.” She said, her voice becoming more stern as she drew closer. “What in Merlin’s name are you wearing?”

He panicked briefly, praying there wasn’t an indication of whose clothes he had on in the fabric, or design, or even the tag. “Nothing, Mother, just going to change from my school clothes.” 

She tsked slightly, “Tamsyn, you know it's rude to not look at someone while having a conversation. Turn around.” He hesitated. “I will not repeat myself.” He followed the instructions timidly. He heard her gasp. “What is this?!” She seemed to be enraged. She called for her husband as tears gathered in his eyes and fear gathered in his chest. 

As soon as his father came out, he knew he was done for. His father’s eyes scanned his body, narrowing his eyes at the almost non-existent chest and the very existent bulge in his pants. “Tamsyn? What is this?”

A sudden wave of courage passed over him as he spoke, “I- uh, I’m trans! I’m a boy, not a girl. My name isn’t Tamsyn-”

Laughter cut him off. “You? A boy? You are the farthest thing from a boy!” His mother laughed, “When you were pulled out of me, the doctor yelled that you were a girl. Trust me, we would have been better off with a boy, but we had you. Go upstairs and change. One of your fancy dresses. Our daughter will not be embarrassing us tonight.”

The courage was still present. While he knew it was a horrible idea, he spoke again anyway. “No! I’m not going to be your stupid puppet! I’m not a girl. I am a boy. There’s nothing you can do to change that fact!” 

A sudden wave of anger coursed through his parent’s face. “You had better watch what you’re saying, girl. Or you’ll be in a lot of pain.”

He stood his ground, only barely trembling in fear. “You can’t change this. I am a boy-”

The shout of a curse almost made him freeze in total fear, however the spell moved faster, forcing him to the ground as he screamed in pain. Complete agony and pain washed over him, wave after wave. He was crying and screaming, his voice hoarse. He had never expected his parents to go this far at all! What was he thinking? His parents were right! How could he think he’s anything more than a pathetic little girl?

After a few moments, the pain waves stopped. He shivered from the pain, trembling in fear. “So, dear, had enough? Gonna go change into the most beautiful and girly dress you own? The bright pink one should be good.” His father almost taunted.

“Oh, no, no. She can’t wear that one! You’re going to wear that new one I bought you.” There was a twinkle of hatred in her eyes. “The real revealing one. That way, you can see all of your feminine traits. Maybe we’ll get you a husband tonight. The Malfoys and Zabinis are coming tonight.” 

The urge to throw up was overwhelming. With little disagreement, he nodded to his mother and turned to walk up the stairs. When he reached his room, a house elf was already there. She gave him a sad look. “Mitsi is sorry, Master.” She murmured. She helped him change, as pain flared every time he moved. She gestured for his packer and his binder. “Mitsi was instructed to take these and burn them.” She said sullenly. Choking on emotion, he handed her the objects that helped him through so much. The only things that truly made him feel like a boy. Right in front of his face, she snapped and the things burst into flames. 

Without much disagreement, he climbed into the elegantly made, yet extremely provocative, dress. Mitsi beside him nudged him into a chair. “Mitsi was instructed to give you makeup.” He looked at his reflection as he was transformed into someone who was not him. As he was transformed into someone he was “supposed” to be.

Once Mitsi was done, she left the room. As soon as she left, tears welled in his eyes. He refused to let a single one fall, in fear of it ruining his makeup, or in fear of his mother seeing his ruined makeup.

His name was called and he took a deep, straggly breath. He urged himself to walk down the steps and into the main hall, where his parents were greeting the families who had come for dinner. 

“Ah, finally. Mr and Mrs Malfoy, Mr and Mrs Zabini, this is our lovely daughter, Tamsyn.” While the adults took a look at him in interest, their children looked at him with utter disbelief. 

“Pardon me, Mrs L/N,” Blaise Zabini spoke up, eyeing his classmate oddly, “I was under the impression you had a son? I wasn’t aware you had a daughter.”

With a forced laugh, his mother responded, shooting him a deadly glare. “I suppose you must be mixing us up with another family. I apologize, but I’ve only given birth to a girl.” The adults shared a laugh, as if it was some kind of joke. Draco and Blaize gave each other a confused look, speaking through their eyes. Y/N avoided their gazes as best as he could. 

Dinner was a mess, and by the end of it, his parents had a pleasant surprise for him.

“Well, I suppose the news should be announced.” His mother started, dinging a spoon on her glass. She smiled at the families. “The adults have been talking about the best move for all of us, and we have decided that Tamsyn is to be married to Blaize once of age!” The drop of cutlery startled his mother. His hand was empty as he stared at his plate. He was in a happy relationship. This was not supposed to happen. This was wrong! All of this was wrong!

“No.” The word came out before he could even stop it. “No, I refuse to marry him.” He gave a slightly apologetic look to Blaize and he returned the gesture with a nod, telling him he understood.

“This is not up to you, darling.” His mother said, trying to keep her anger at bay. “This is the best solution for our family.”

“This is the best solution for you! This has nothing to do with me!” Tears fell from his eyes, now. All of those pent emotions he had been feeling were coming out tenfold. “You keep trying to ruin my life! Well, congrats. You’ve succeeded. You don’t have any right to tell me who I am or who I have to marry! I’ll shout it from the rooftop if I can!” He stood up, climbing onto his chair. “ I am Y/N! I am a boy and I can choose who I want to marry! You have no control over me anymore.”

The anger in his parent’s eyes was monumental, not even describable. The guests left fairly quickly after that, claiming they were ashamed of how the night went. That left his parents in even more immeasurable amounts of anger.

As soon as the Malfoys and Zabinis left the property, the sound of the loud crack! echoing through the house, they turned towards him. “Have you any idea what you’ve just done?” His father’s voice was near silent. A terrifying edge to his tone.

“You’ve cost us everything.” His mother continued, stepping towards him and slapping him across the face with enough force to throw him to the floor. “You’ve ruined our name!”

The silence after the final shout was broken by screams as the cruciatus curse was thrown in the situation again. Again and again. He felt like he was on the brink of death. The pain was agonizing and he wanted to give up. He truly did. But he couldn’t let himself die. Not from these people. After they stopped (something about not being able to kill him because that would tarnish their reputation even more), they practically waltzed away from his agonizing pain. He was numb, but also felt so much pain. His body was confused. He couldn’t tell anything. 

He was surprised to feel a hand fit into his. He glanced up to see Mitsi. She gave him a small nod, “Mitsi takes you to the friend from the letter house.” She had to have meant Ron. There was no one else sending letters his way.

Within moments, he was outside the door of the Burrow. Mitsi was gone as soon as she had appeared. With the last remaining strength he had, he knocked as loud as he could. He hoped someone would hear, despite it being late. Sure enough, as his eyes fluttered shut, he heard steps making their way to the door.

When he woke up, he was expecting a lot of pain. Well, a lot more pain. He was sore and it hurt to move, but he wasn’t in excruciating pain like he had been when he showed up at the Burrow. The Burrow… His eyes widened and he forced himself into a sitting position. His head spun and his head fell back again. He groaned, earning the attention of someone from the other room.

“Oh, dear me! She's awake!” A woman mumbled to herself. “Dear, do you know where you are?” He nodded, but hissed at the feeling. “That's good, dear. Do you know who I am?”

“Mrs Weasley, I presume.” He muttered. She nodded.

“Alright, one more question then I’ll get you some stew. What happened?”

It took a moment to even realize what happened. What had happened? He was struck many times. Too many times to count. “The curse.” He murmured.

Molly gasped, “Oh my, do you mean the pain curse?” He nodded numbly. “Oh, who would do such a thing?”

“My parents.”

She looked furious for a moment, “Oh, Godric! That’s horrendous!” She paused for a moment. “Sorry, dear, let's get you out of these clothes. They’re filthy!” He glanced down, noticing the sweat stains and blood and tear stains on the corset and the dress itself. “I’m sure my daughter has-”

“No!” The word came out of him with more fear than he had expected. “Please, no. I- I’m not a girl.” He seemed to almost be convincing himself.

Molly paused for a moment before nodding, “Ahh. Let’s see then. You look about Ron’s stature. Let's get some of his clothes, alright?” He nodded, extremely grateful for the reaction she gave. It was only a plus to be in the comfort of his boyfriend’s clothes. Speaking of, where was he?

“Mrs- Mrs Weasely?” He asked when she returned with a pair of loose fitting pajamas. “Where is everyone?”

“Oh, so you know the whole family, eh? They’ll be home soon, dear. They just went to play some Quidditch with an old family friend. Been gone for the last two days. Should be back sometime today.” Just as she said that, the pair heard a loud whooping noise from outside. “Or, perhaps, they’re here now.” She closed a curtain that was surrounding the couch he laid on, which he had just noticed was there. “I’ll make sure they don’t disturb you at all.”

“Wait- Can- Can I see Ron?”

She blinked in confusion, “I suppose. Are you friends with him from school? Gosh, I thought you had graduated! What year are you in?”

“Same year as Ron, ma’am.”

“Oh, goodness me!” She seemed to have to leave to collect her thoughts, so she just left. He closed his eyes, imagining the things Ron would say when he saw him. Perhaps he’d be pissed that he was there? Ron was always so secretive about their relationship. Or perhaps he’d be joyous? Confused? Maybe, and he hoped this was true, maybe concerned? 

It didn’t take long to figure out. The curtain shuffled aside and someone stepped in. He didn’t open his eyes to find out for sure, but he had a pretty good clue when he heard a quiet gasp.

“Angel?” Ron muttered quietly. “What- What happened to you?”

His eyes finally opened as Ron leaned beside him. “My parents finally found out I’m trans.” Fury lit up in his eyes. “They also didn’t like how I refused to marry Zabini.”

“Why? Why didn’t you just marry him? Then you wouldn’t be here like this!” Ron mumbled.

“Because I love you, my love. You are supposed to be my happily ever after.”

“It can’t be a happily ever after without you being alive and yourself.” Ron looks at his boyfriend’s eyes, seeing a deeper feeling in them. “You don’t believe them, right?” 

“What?”

He leaned closer to press a kiss to his forehead, “Your parents. You don’t believe them when they say you’re a girl, right? You are the manliest man I know. You are pure man.”

Y/N laughed quietly, “Yeah, okay.”

“No, I mean it. Like a huge macho-man. Big muscles and you can eat a whole ton because that's just something boys can do, is eat a lot of food-”

He laughed louder this time, alerting the rest of the family. “Stop! You know that’s not how it works!”

“Sure, but it made you laugh.” His laughter continued as he pulled Ron up into a kiss. When they pulled away, Ron leaned his forehead on his boyfriend’s. “I don’t understand what you’re going through. But I know it's hard. I just want you to know that you are my boyfriend. Hear that? You're my boyfriend. I love you.” It was the first L-word to be spoken in the relationship.

“Ron, I- I love you too.”  His eyes drooped, ready to put him into a lulling sleep.

“Sleep well, Angel. Okay? I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He smiled slightly, closing his eyes and getting comfortable, hissing softly over some bruises. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

Once he was sure his boyfriend was asleep, Ron left the curtained room. His eyes quickly fell upon the rest of his family as they stared at him. He blinked in surprise, not expecting them all to be there (he was only expecting Fred and George- maybe even Harry or Ginny).

“Uh, yeah, I’m gay.” Ron said awkwardly. 

“Kinda gathered that, mate.” Fred quipped.

“Yeah, just a bit late.” George responded with a subtle laugh. “Why didn’t you tell us earlier?”

He shrugged, “Me and Y/N were keeping it under wraps, so we decided to keep the fact that we’re both gay a secret too. If his family found out, well you see what happened. “

His family nodded. They were all silent until Harry clapped his hands together. “Okay, how long have you been together? Have you had a first anything? Kiss? I love you?”

George and Fred supplemented an example simultaneously, “time?” 

“You’re sick.”

Protecting Their S/O From Creeps (Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Iida, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Shinso)

Aww man I’m kinda late to the party but Happy International Women’s Day ya’ll!! Here’s a little bit of stories with boys who drink their ‘Respect Women’ juice!! <3 :3

Trigger Warning: Mentions and written moments of Sexual Assault in here and implications as well. Reader Discretion is advised. 

Also another warning: Each story gets longer with every character I went a little overboard in some… ^^; 

I wrote this because I wish I had someone there for me when I… got some creepy vibes from guys. Whether it’s in Instagram or in real-life since some dude winked at me at a convenience store. Now I’ve been told that I look more like an 18 year old but I’m in my 20′s… so… I don’t know, it just made me feel weird.

Sorry for any OOCness!!

Midoriya:

Izuku’s a sweet boy and that’s why you adored him, he was the sweetest boy in the world and you adored him for it. But good lord was he a protective boy, anyone who hurts someone he cares about is in a world of pain. He might have tolerated Bakugo and other bullies taunting him, but he never tolerated when YOU were the one being taunted as children. You were beautiful, Izuku thought you were the most beautiful person in the world and has thought that since the two of you were kids and grew up together. And he wasn’t the only one who thought so. It was a normal morning, but he blushed heavily when he noticed your… assets looking a bit more… pronounced today. You couldn’t help but blush when it became clear that he must have noticed, but he didn’t dare say anything about it. “Are… you okay Izuku?” You asked him sweetly though, hoping that this wouldn’t make him anxious or anything. Momo FINALLY helped you find the RIGHT bra size, something you’ve been struggling with for YEARS until she so kindly helped you and you loved her for it. Now you felt a little more confident showing off yourself without having the wrong bra to hold you back. “I-I’m okay! S-Sorry if I seemed weird…” The last thing Izuku wanted was to make you uncomfortable, he’d rather low-key die than do that, and he was so relieved when you were smiling at him, “You’re my favorite weirdo Izuku, but right now that wasn’t weird I promise.” You giggled and hugged his arm and he had blushed even darker when he could feel those… boobs on him… he was officially a boob man after today. That being said, you were much more than your boobs and he knew that. He just couldn’t help but notice… However, this new development is what earned you quite a few eyefuls from both boys and girls alike as you let Izuku go so the two of you could go to class and you let him go with Iida, Uraraka and Todoroki. Several of the boys widened their eyes when seeing your chest much more pronounced in their natural way for once. It felt kind of nice as you smiled and flipped your hair a little bit with a confident smile, especially when you saw that even Katsuki and Kirishima seemed shocked and surprised.

“Holy Shit…”

“Whoa…” And then there was Kaminari, Sero and Mineta perking up in surprise when they saw you, and you saw them all blush when you chuckled at them. “H-Hi (L/N)!” Kaminari waved to you with a rare, nervous tone that you hadn’t heard from him before. You weren’t so sure how to feel about it but it was kind of endearing? “Hi Boobies!” Mineta’s grin grew when you walked right past him, and his eyes were more on your chest rather than you and that made you uncomfortable as you cringed and backed away and tried to just keep walking. You got away from him as quickly as you can, now all of the eyes were making you… much more uncomfortable especially when other girls that you didn’t recognize were leering at you.

”So trashy…” You heard one girl utter quietly to her other friend who nodded and sneered at you as you walked past them. But instead of replying you just gave them both a glare and flipped your (H/C) (H/Style) hair as they both gasped and scoffed indignantly.  And then Mineta approached you…

“(L/N)… I-I wanna give you 2000 yen… please let me give it to you…” He was holding money and outright begging you to take it. And he was even tossing it for you but… for what…? Good God why did he want to give you money? Normally you would fly and take whatever money was there but taking that would make you feel… weird…?  You moved away from him, but bumped into someone else. A much older boy, he had to have been a senior but he didn’t have any kindness that reminded you of your friends Mirio, Tamaki or Nejire. This guy was smiling, but his eyes went right down to your chest, just like Mineta… “Well… good morning to you too milady… you look lovely…” He said in a mock suave voice, smirking and even bowing his head close enough to get NEAR your breasts which made you gasp and back away when you felt his head graze your forehead and looked at him with shock and horror. “Hey!” You perked up when you heard Uraraka’s voice, and turned to see her with Todoroki and Izuku. They each looked disgusted and pissed, but Izuku… you had never really seen him look so… furious…

Well, you have but not like this. No, he looked like he was ready to bash someone’s face in, like really bash their face in… The second you blinked he was right there beside you, arm shielding you away from this weirdo and glowering at him with such enraged, green eyes you thought he was going to turn into the Hulk, “Excuse me… but please don’t ever, ever come near my girlfriend like that again.” His voice was steady but also chilling as he kept his furious eyes on the upperclassman. “Oh yeah? You couldn’t beat Todoroki, what makes you think you can-“ The guy dared to raise a hand in an attempt to shove him but Izuku was much faster than him, grabbing his hand and holding it in such a tight vice-grip that you heard an audible ‘crack’ which made the guy squeal as tears sprung to his eyes while your boyfriend seemed to tighten his grip on him. “I’m not asking you again. Now apologize.” He said calmly, not once losing that threatening aura as the guy nodded and whined the more Izuku held his hand like it was caught in a vice and you heard another ‘crack!’ until the guy finally shrieked “OKAY! OKAY! I’M SORRY!!” He nodded as Izuku let him go like he was dead weight, sneering down at the crying upperclassman. “Now leave.” You blushed heavily as you watched your boyfriend take care of that weirdo and reduced him to a sobbing little bitch as he whined and held onto his practically injured hand, “I think you broke my wrist…” “Go!” Izuku didn’t really show him any patience or mercy as he finally yelled for him to leave and the guy screamed again and ran away, crying like a little bitch. Wow, your Izuku really has grown from the shy little boy he used to be. He was always strong at heart but now it was on display, he was so protective it actually kind of turned you on a little as you smiled in relief and giggled at how he sent someone running with their tail between their legs. “You know… you broke your wrist plenty of times… not once did you complain… what a bitch that guy was….” As soon as you hugged his arm, Izuku was calm once again, perking up as his face went aflame and just like that he was back to your sweet, shy and stammering boyfriend. “A-Ahhh I-I uh… I-I’m sorry I just… I-I saw him making you uncomfortable… and being so weird to you… I-I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier…” He apologized to you almost incessantly but you shook your head, and told him he came at the right time. “Thank you Izuku… you’re my hero…” You nuzzled into his shoulder as he blushed even harder but he smiled at you bashfully and lovingly returned your hug. “Of course (Y/N)… I’ll never let anyone make you feel uncomfortable… I promise.” He didn’t forget about Mineta though, he was going to have to take care of him personally in sparring today. No one disrespects his amazing girlfriend and gets away with it.

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Party of one, two, three?

Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FTM reader

I wrote this months ago, long before i made this blog and i accidentally found it when going through my things. I still enjoy the concept so i wanted to post it here. Tell me what you guys think, maybe ill write more for it, if its something you all want.

I know very little about the time period around WW2 in Brooklyn USA. So, this is just based off what I’ve read in fics and heard in videos about the time. This includes the treatment of the poorer people and the Irish. In my hc Steve is Irish and the Barnes family are Jewish and second-generation Romani, I don’t know much about Romani people in general. It’s not really mentioned a lot but it’s still a hc of mine.

Tw: Unsafe binding, Dysphoria

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My Husband

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Loki x Husband! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings: cursing, death of a loved one (kinda? not really), betrayal, angst

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part two

a/n: another upload from my old account

He had always wanted to grow old with him. It hits him now that it will never happen. His husband is gone. The letter was hard to read through his tears, but he was able to make out the main consensus. Loki was dead.

Perhaps he was supposed to cry and scream for him, for the pain he felt. He was always one for the dramatics. But at this moment, he had no strength at all. His clothes pillowed beneath him as he sank to his knees, holding a hand to his mouth. No sounds came out, but he was worried they would. His eyes flickered between the words on the paper. It seemed his manner of death was written, but he was not about to read that. He wasn’t able to.

He was alone now. He had run away from his lands because his parents wouldn't dare let the prince marry the adopted son of Odin. But his love ran deep for him, so off he ran. He was no longer welcome in his old home. At the same time, the people of Odin never liked Loki very much. He was seen as a tyrant, one with little power, but a tyrant nonetheless. With these opinions, most didn’t respect Y/N much either. 

Being alone never worried him before, when he knew his husband was alive and safe, or as safe as he could get. As alone as he was, he was never truly alone. But now the word seemed to echo in his mind. He felt sick. Why did his husband have to die? Why did Loki have to die?

Within the next week, he couldn't stand the stares and glares from the people around the castle. He needed to find Thor, the only one who was truly happy for the married couple. And he knew exactly where he was. He needed him to hold him and tell him what to do. He needed to not be alone anymore.

With a cloak wrapped around him, he sneaked from the castle. His steps were well-thought and quiet as he made his way to the Bifrost. His eyes scanned the roads for any people out at this hour. As late as it was, people always walked the square. Surprisingly, he made it to the Observatory without hassle. His fist knocked upon the door to Heimdall’s bedroom. A loud bang was heard, but the door opened. He squinted from the new source of light.

“Heimdall? Are you alright?” His hand, which was previously nursing his head, paused and he looked up from the ground.

“Lord? What are you doing up at this hour? And why are you here?” Whilst they hadn’t spoken in a few years (since the wedding), Heimdall knew exactly who was at his door.

His eyes met his, “Heimdall, hello. I fear you know why I’m here.”

His gaze trailed to the Bifrost. “Why?” was all he said.

“I need to see Thor.”

He paused, “Lord… I cannot send you where Thor is.”

He glared, taking a deep breath, “Why not? My husband is dead. I need to see my brother-in-law.”

“I sympathize, but Thor has given me orders-” The violent look in his eyes almost made him pause, but he continued, “- to not let anyone from Asgard to Earth. He says it's for your protection.”

“For my protection? To hell with my protection! Do you think I care what happens to me at this point? If you don’t let me through, Heimdall, I will not forgive you.”

“Lord-”

“Don’t. You should know why this is important to me. Was this order of Thor’s given before or after Loki’s death?”

Heimdall sighed, “Before.”

“Then I think the situation has advanced, don’t you think?”

After a moment of hesitation, he nodded, gesturing for him to follow. 

The landing wasn’t as smooth as he imagined it being. His body was flung into the ground, hard enough to cause an indention in the asphalt he laid upon. He groaned, hoisting himself to his feet. He glanced around, remembering the instructions Heimdall had given him. 

“You’ll be dropped off in a place called New Mexico. You need to get to a place called New York.”

“Why are they all called New? Were the previous ones destroyed?”

“No, they just have stupid names. Anyway, you should be able to find a vehicle to drive you. Just look on the black road and wave to a yellow car. Then tell the driver to take you to New York. Offer him this.” He handed him a handful of paper. “It's the currency in this section of Earth. The distance will be far, but you’ll get there before it is morning.”

His eyes scanned the road, looking for one of the yellow cars Heimdall had told him about. One caught his eye and he waited for it to come closer before raising his hand. Like Heimdall had explained, the car pulled to the side of the road and allowed him to get in.

“Woah, how’d you get stuck way out here?” The man driving asked, looking around. “You piss someone off?”

Without answering, he said, “Can you take me to New York?”

He gave a whistle, “Depends how much money you got, dude. It would probably be, I don’t know, around three thousand dollars?”

“Is this enough?” He handed him the stack of paper he had received.

He flipped through it with a startled expression. “Uh-huh. Where’d you get this cash? This is about five thousand dollars in cash.” 

“My currency is different.” Is all he replied. The man shrugged.

“Alright, I can take you. Any specific location I should know?” He began to type on his little black box in the front of the car.

“Stark Towers.”

The drive itself, without including any stopping for gas or for the driver to go to the restroom (his insistence that he didn’t have to go brought questions, but the driver just settled for a shrug and vague threat that he would pay for new cushions if he ruined them), lasted nearly twenty-eight (28) hours. Eventually, the driver pulled beside the curb in front of the infamous Stark Towers. After being paid, he wished him luck and drove off.

His outfit was definitely out of place, as the driver had mentioned many times, but he couldn't care less. However, the guards stationed inside the building thought this was an issue.

“Hold it.” One said, walking over. “What’s with the garb?”

“Garb?” He questioned.

“The get-up? The outfit? Why are you wearing that?”

He glanced at his fancy suit, “Whatever do you mean? Is this not customary? It's normal in my realm.” The guard’s eyes narrowed at the word.

“Realm? Where are you from?”

“Asgard.”

He sighed out, nodding to the elevators, “You’re here to see Stark? Go ahead. I don’t even care anymore.” His hand slapped his face and Y/N nodded in thanks before entering the elevator. “Wait, do you know how to use an elevator? Probably not, right? Press this button, the doors will close and you’ll go up. When the doors open, step off. Got it? I think you got it.”

He followed his directions, wondering why he sounded so… done with everything. He shrugged it off, instead waiting for the doors to open. Once they did, he was immediately met with a sight.

In front of him was a man. He was decently handsome. He glanced over and coughed on the drink he had in his hands. “Woah, how’d you get up here? What are you wearing?”

“The people downstairs told me to come up here. I am from-”

“God, I need to fire those guards. This is the third time this month.” He grumbled. He stared at him, looking him up and down, “Right, okay, what do you want? I’m kinda in my own house, meaning I didn’t want to deal with this today.”

“I am Prince Y/N from Asgard, and I want to see Thor.”

The man blinked. “Asgard? Oh, shit, okay. Well, Prince, I’m Tony. Stark, that is.” He gave no indication that he cared. Tony nodded to himself, “Right, yeah, Thor, okay. JARVIS? Can you ask Thor to come down here?”

“Right away, sir.”

The voice made him jump slightly. “Relax, it's just my helper.” Tony downed the rest of his drink. “Right, so, I have a question. You’re a prince of Asgard?”

“That is correct.”

“Does that mean you’re married to Thor?”

Before he had a chance to correct the man, Thor himself walked in. “Yes, Man of Iron? What did you-” His eyes fell on his brother-in-law. “I cannot believe it! Y/N? Is it really you?”

Without warning, the huge man rushed over and grabbed him into a hug. He laughed, returning the favor. He stayed in his embrace for the moment before pulling away. “Thor, it is a pleasure to see you again. It’s been too long.”

His laugh was loud and echoing, “Too long, indeed, Prince!” He paused for a moment, perhaps remembering where he was. “However, I must ask, my lord, why are you here? How did you get here?”

“Heimdall allowed me to use the Bifrost.”

“What? I told him not to allow entry for you.”

Her eyes were near murderous as she glared, “You did what? Why did you think that was a good idea? You didn’t even bother to visit me when you sent me that stupid letter!”

Thor sighed, “My Lord, I am sorry. It was wrong of me not to check up on you. But you should not be here. It is very-”

“Hey, Stark!” Another man entered. His hair was brown, but it had touches of silver. “His royal annoyingness wants to see you.”

“Shhhhhhh.” Tony whispered, gesturing to the pair of Asguardians. “Thor and his husband are having an argument.”

“Will you stop calling me his husband? I am not his husband!” He hissed. His eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”

The new person raised his hands in mock defense, “Clint Barton.” Clint turned back to Tony, “He’s pretty persistent. Getting kinda feisty.”

“Well, Reindeer Games can wait a minute.”

At that comment, Thor looked nervous. The prince in front of him raised an eyebrow, “Who is ‘Reindeer Games’?”

“Oh, you probably-”

“-don’t know him!” Thor supplied, cutting off Tony. “He is not important.”

“Woah, big guy, never heard you say such things about him before.” Thor tried his best to inform Tony how bad this was about to get.

“Who are you talking about?” He just about demanded, his eyes glowering at the billionaire. 

Thor stood in front of his friend, “Now, now, prince, you must be tired from the journey! How about we get you to sleep!”

“Thor. Get out of my way.” 

“I’m afraid I can’t, my lord. This- This is to protect all of us.”

He scoffed, “Protect you? Who in the Nine Realms are you hiding from me, Thor? Why? I thought you were like a brother to me.”

“Like a brother? So, not a brother?” Tony muttered to Clint. The prince raised her hand to shut them up. 

“Thor. Tell me who it is you’re hiding. Or I will find out for myself.” 

Thor didn’t speak. He barely moved other than hiding his gaze in shame. With a much greater force than necessary, he pushed Thor from the way. He made no move to stop him, despite knowing the bad outcome.

“Stark. Barton. Who is this person?”

With a glance at Thor, Clint responded, “Uh, his name is Loki?” His glare fell and he looked almost sad. 

He turned to his brother-in-law. “Is this some kind of trick? Did you really put them up to this? Or was the letter a sick joke?”

“It wasn’t meant to be a joke. It was supposed to keep you in Asgard-”

“So you told me my husband was dead?!” Tony gasped, whispering to Clint again. He turned and glared at them, forcing the pair to leave the room in a hurry. “I would never have expected this of you, Thor.” He was close to tears internally, but externally he would never let a tear fall. “Take me to him. Now.”

With a short nod, he gestured for him to join him on the elevator.

Newt Scamander X Male Reader

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Authors Note: Let’s be honest, protective and powerful reader who is also newts husband makes me feel certain things 🤌🏼 Newt deserves a man like that who would probably care for him and his creatures too and to be like, “I can destroy this whole city with a snap of my fingers if you decide to fuck with my husband.” So, let’s give Newt a husband that’s powerful and ‘dangerous’.

Request: hi!! sorry i don’t know if here is were you send the requests (new to tumblr), i saw the post of requesting for 24 and i’ve been reading your works for awhile now. so i decided “why not?”, sooo here i am :). Could i request a powerful/intimidating male reader with Newt Scamander? reader is usually seen as intimidating and cold hearted for being a powerful wizard, very good at combat, defeating anyone who comes their way, and mostly because they enjoy residing in a snowy terrain, maybe reader is taller than Newt and a bit tad built. Thanks to this Tina, Queenie and Jacob don’t trust him that much, so when some problems arise, reader comes to help Newt and then for them to notice that reader is extremely protective and has a soft spot for Newt, for them to then take notice that they have been married for awhile now :]

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of anxiety, mentions of Thesues, Tina doesn’t like reader, reader is a dark wizard, slight sexual tension, kissing, Queenie being a queen, mentions of grindelwald, creatures, Teddy being Teddy, hunters.

Words count: 3.5k

Tags: @un-namedmalereader

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The Jade Company was a group of Wizards and Witches who remained hidden in the shadows. Sneaking around with ballots when it came to elections and participating in protests. They were known for many things and were extremely powerful. Some would say that their leader reminded them of Gellert Grindelwald before the dark wizard was sent to prison.

Their leader was a feared among many people, they knew not to mess with him and to respect his people. Everyone claims to have seen him kill and murder many from the wizarding world, which is why he became one of the most wanted in London. The reason why he hadn’t been captured yet is because rumors had spread around, claiming that he owned half of the ministry and that those who worked there, worked for him. They were the ones who kept his secrets hidden and made it harder for everyone to capture him.

MACUSA had even gotten themselves involved when appearance of the company was made during the Holidays. Many wizards and witches had gone missing and many returned either too petrified to speak or not remembering the events. No one knew why the company was doing this but they were willing to get to the bottom of it.

“They’ve done it again!” Tina slammed the daily prophet on the dining table, startling the others. The Goldstein sisters and Jacob were visiting Newt Scamander for the Holidays. All three visiting the strange man who kept himself hidden in his basement where he attend the creatures. No one judged Newt for it, he was known for treating creatures.

Newt was nice enough to allow his friends to stay over. They did make plans to celebrate Christmas that was approaching next week.

“Did the Jade make an appearance again?” Queenie asks in a soft voice as she sets the food down on the table. Tina had grown restless with all of this, she came here for a break but the Jade company never took breaks. “Yes, they invaded Frances Ministry, stealing records of many different criminals.” She sighs out deeply, rubbing her temples.

It’s been going on for almost two years now and this situation was frustrating her. “Don’t stress out Tina, you’ll find a way to stop it.” Said queenie, reassuring her sister.

“Stop what?” Everyone turns to face Newt who held Pickett in his hand. The Magizoolist had finished feeding and cleaning the creatures before heading upstairs where he hears Tina’s commotion. “The Jade Company stole from the ministry of France.” Said Queenie.

Newt hums, tilting his head as he allows Pickett to crawl onto his shoulder. “What did they steal?”

“Records of various criminals.” Tina moans out.

“That’s not so bad.”

Everyone looked at newt with a surprise expression. “Not so bad? Newt they stole from the ministry!”

“I understand but their records of criminals, people who no one is really fond of. Have you ever asked yourself why?” Jacob thinks Newt has a point. The muggle wasn’t even apart of the Ministry but he knew a lot about the magical world. “Newts right, I mean—the ministry contains a lot of important stuff and out of everything they steal it’s criminal records?” Jacob points out.

Tina can only think back as she tries to think of a reasoning as to why they stole the records. “Maybe their trying to clear their names without us knowing, so it’s easier for them to move around.” She blurts out, too angry to think about her words and choices.

Newt slowly frowns, glancing at Pickett before sighing. “Why don’t we enjoy dinner.” He casually says, changing the topic as he sits across from Jacob. Smiling at Queenie who agrees and serves him a plate full of food. The four sit together on the table as they ate and spoke about their days.

Newt was enjoying his time and didn’t expect a knock at his front door, startling the other as they all looked up and towards the door. Newt shyly gets up and moves towards the door, unlocking it and pulling it open to see his older brother Theseus, standing on the other side. He frowns at the sight of his brother but quickly smilies when he sees a creature in his arms with a familiar blue ribbon tied around its neck.

“Delivery.” Theseus tells Newt as he hands him the Augurey, the young bird letting out a small chirp as it’s passed into Newts arms. The younger Scamander smiles widely as he takes the creature inside and to make sure that it’s healthy.

Theseus greets the others with a smile. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, just came to drop off Newts gift.”

“An Augurey?” Tina questions with a raised brow as she watched Newt handle the creature with care. “From a family friend.” Theseus tells her, slipping his hands in his pockets as he looks over his shoulder to watch newt care for the creature. He can’t help but stare at the blue ribbon around its neck, knowing what it meant.

Theseus out of all people knew where that blue ribbon comes from, let alone who it comes from. One of the most powerful wizards had befriended their family hears back, growing close with the Scamander brothers that he grew close with his little brother. He always stopped by Theseus or Newts place to drop off creatures that he finds injured or alone.

Knowing that Newt will be able to take care of them.

“Hear about France?” Tina pulls Theseus out of his thoughts, the young Auror turning to face her with a small nod as he accompanies them into a small dinner and talk.

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Newt had told his friends that he was leaving for the next few days out, news of Nundus being spotted near the area had gotten his attention. He’s been looking for areas where he can release the Nundu’s that he’s rescued a few months back, now that they were healthy and ready to be released, newt wants to make sure that it’s done at a proper place.

He tells his friends in a rush that he was leaving, suit case in hand as he runs out while putting his coat on.

“Don’t worry Pickett, they’ll be fine.” He tells the bowtruckle who clings onto his coat, rolling his eyes as he hides into his pocket. Newt smiles at the creatures reaction before apparating to the location. He ends up in the woods, clutching his case close as he moved around silently as he listens for any signs of Nundu.

Newt doesn’t expect himself to find the herd so soon, watching them huddle together while the females protected their young’s one. Newt smile was wide, setting his case down and unlocking it. He makes sure to move silently before pulling out his wand and whispering a silent summoning spell. Both Nundu that he’s taken care of, pop out of his case and into the open field where the others looked over, growing protective.

Newt watches closely as they circled around each other. Newt had studied these creatures for years now and knows that in order to be accepted they would have to perform a dance that allowed them to join. The wizard sat back on the grass, tilting his head to the side as he watched them with wonder, amazed by the new things. He makes sure to pull out his journal and write them down, not wanting to miss this opportunity.

As he wrote and drew out small sketches he feels Pickett squeak in distress, pulling on his ear to gain the wizards attention. “What is it?” Newt turns to Pickett who points towards the Nundus who were peacefully together. At first, newt didn’t seem to worried until he saw a random stranger approaching them in silence, wand raised and with a mischievous smile.

Newts eyes widen, bolting up he holds out his own wand, casting a protective spell around the creatures. The action startled the creatures, standing guard as newt stands on the other side of the protective barrier. He watches the young man frown at him, three more others appearing from out of the trees while newt stepped back, knowing that he was in trouble.

He calls his case to him, taking it in hand as he steps back. He’s quick to know that these men were hunters and coming after the creatures. He knows that Nundu are known to be sold off in the black market due to their sharp teeth and strength, using them for fights or other nasty games that Newt disliked very much.

“It’s not safe for them.” Newt murmured to himself as he glanced over his shoulder to see the Nundu huddled together, keeping their cubs close. His attention is pulled back to the protective barrier that is being broken by the three men, casting spells against it as it tears apart.

Newt clutched his case and held his wand tight. He’s dealt with many hunters in his passed and won’t hesitate to protect the creatures, he was ready to fight back either they were better than him or not. He wouldn’t give up.

Newt glared at the hunters, taking a step back until he noticed them stop. The three stepping backwards in fright and with wide eyes, causing newt to grow confused but their sudden change.

“Do you really think that’ll work?”

Newt is startled by the soft voice behind him, turning around to come face to face with the Jade Companies leader. The man was taller than him by a few inches and leaner, he stood tall and proud but of course, he would slouch whenever the man was not in the mood to deal with anyone he didn’t care about.

But here he stood, in front of newt with a grin on his face while he held his own wand in hand, his follows standing behind him as they attended to the creatures.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone, my love.” Newt hears him whisper, lifting his hand to brush his thumb against Newts freckles, causing him to blush softly. “Im not alone.” He mumbled out.

“Pickett doesn’t count.” Newt groans, looking away from the man’s gaze as the other chuckles at him before looking back over at the hunters. His smile changing into a frown.

“Isabella, please handle them.” He instructs to the young women who stood next to him. She gives off a small bow of respect before grinning and stepping forward to break the barrier.

Newt sighs deeply as he feels their leader pull him close, their chests brushing up against each other. “The Nundu are safe, my men are taking care of them and taking them somewhere safe.” He whispers to him, slipping his wand away and focusing on the man in front of him.

“I had it handled.” Newt mumbled out with a small pout while his husband, the leader of the Jade company laughs at him. The taller man can only shake his head, taking newts case into his own hands. “Come along, let’s get you back home before your brother starts to worry.”

Both Y/n and Theseus have known each other for a very long time. He actually had history with the Scamander family since they go way back. Y/n came into the picture when his own parents became friends with the Scamander family, his parents also having a passion for creatures and would sometimes help Mrs. Scamander with breeding and raising hippogriffs. Due to their constant visiting he grew close to the brothers.

Y/n was only able to see them during breaks and after their years in Hogwarts. He never attended the school, instead he was homeschooled and improved his own magic in his own ways. After his parents passed away he was on his own, sometimes he was welcomed into the Scamander household where he grew closer with the brothers to the point where he grew feelings towards Newt.

The younger Scamander brother grew close to Y/n, the two going everyone together. Newt would drag the man to search for creatures and explore the world until they finally confessed their feelings for each other. Newt was always shy around Y/n, flustered by the confession but accepting the feelings. The two dates for two years before Y/n proposed to Newt, ending in the two getting married.

He didn’t start the Jade until later on, wanting to improve the world, both muggle and magical. In order to do that he had to break many laws, which is how he ended up becoming one of the worlds biggest criminals for actions that weren’t even considered crimes but petty ones. He was a hard man to find a capture, y/n was lucky to have Theseus on his side who would cover his tracks whenever necessary. The older Scamander didn’t do it for y/n, he did it for Newt, wanting to keep his brother safe from everything and everyone.

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Y/n had taken Newt back home, holding his case in his left hand and holding newts hand in his right as he dragged him back to his flat. “I told you, if you ever find creatures to let me know. I can’t let you go alone—hunters are lurking around more and I’d hate to see you hurt or worse, dead.” He explains to Newt. He’s seen Newt get injured far too many times whenever he travels alone, appearing back at his place with injures. He’d be the one to attend him only to find out that they were caused by hunters or sometimes a creature who grew too frightened.

“I can assure you that I can handle my own situations. Might I remind you, I used to travel alone before we got married.” Newt reminds his husband.

Y/n frowns with a soft glare. “That is true but now your stick with me so, I want you safe.” He leans down to press a kiss on Newts head. As the two approach the front door, it’s suddenly yanked open.

A wide eyed Tina greets them. Her eyes trialing to newt and then to Y/n, without thinking the two pull out their wands. Tina holding it out against his chest while Y/n was quick to place the tip of his wand against her neck. The two glaring at each other.

“Tina—!” Newt steps forward to get between the two, but Tina shakes her head. “Stay back.” She instructs, glaring at Y/n. “Newt this man is dangerous, why are you with him?” She hissed out in shock, her wand still in hand and her grip tight.

Y/n chuckles, grinning at her. “He hasn’t told you?” He questions, tilting his head to the side, mocking her. “Tell me what?” She asks, suddenly growing confused.

The dark wizard is the first to withdraw his wand, lowering his hand and away from her neck. “Allow me to introduce myself.” His voice going polite. “As you already know, I’m Y/n and Newt is my husband who I am visiting for awhile.”

The head Aurors mouth falls open, not believing the words that were coming out of the man’s mouth. She turns to face newt, hoping that he would deny it, but the way he was avoiding her stare and fidgeting around nervously was enough for her to know that it was true.

“I suggest putting that away.” Y/n cuts in, putting his own wand away and turning to Newt. He sighs softly, stepping closer to his husband and reaching a hand out to gently stroke his cheeks. “You alright, darling?” He whispers this time, low enough for newt to hear.

Newt wasn’t used to confrontation, it always made him feel uncomfortable and felt like he was being judged by Tina all because he was married to a fearless criminal. “I—“ he breaths out. “I want see Teddy.” He quickly says.

Y/n nods his head and takes ahold of Newts hand, giving Tina one last glare before shoving their way through. He’s met with a couple once he steps through, the blonde gasping at his appearance while the shorter man sitting next to her frowns. He raised a brow and focused on Newt. “Newt, Buddy you okay?”

The man is quick to approach Newt without hesitation. The man didn’t show any signs of fear towards him, figuring out that he is a muggle who showed kindness towards Newt. He can tell how close they are since Newt is reaching out to his very good friend.

“Could you take him to see Teddy.” Y/n blurts out.

“The niffler? Yeah, yeah sure.” Jacob helps newt head downstairs to the basement where he keeps the nifflers. Whenever Newt felt stress or anxious he would stay with the nifflers who provided him comfort.

Once the two disappear downstairs, he’s left alone with Tina and the unknown blonde women. He turns around to face the two. “If you’re Tina then you must be Queenie.” He gives the women a smile. He can feel the tension and the way they stood uncomfortable around him.

“Relax, I’m not here to cause any trouble. I caught Newt almost getting attacked and had to step in and bring him back home.” Y/n explains with a sigh, sitting on the sofa.

“So, your married to Newt.” Tina stares as a matter of fact. She moves around cautiously around Y/n, which he doesn’t blame her for. “Yes.” He confirms. “We’ve been married for awhile now, I proposed to him during one of his travels to China. He was looking into dragons and I joined him, later I asked him to marry me at Yu garden—“

“Oh, how sweet.”

“Queenie—!”

“Since then we’ve been married.” Y/n smiles his hands in his pockets. “I’m not here to get anyone hurt. A friend of newts is a friend of mine, either they work from the ministry or not. Muggle or Wizard, I does not matter to me.” He stands from his spot.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t hate you or get you arrest.” Tina threatens out, standing as well. “What you’ve done is a crime.”

Y/n slowly smirks, tilting his head. “Tell me Goldstein, do you have proof of me causing these crimes?”

Tina opens and closes her mouth. She knew that she doesn’t have anything, most of Y/n’s followers did the dirty work for him. The world knows who he is and what his followers have done but nothing points back to Y/n being involved, he’s rarely seen and his record is clean. The ministry has nothing on him to use if he is to be locked away.

“Exactly.” Tina swallows nervously as he ran his fingers through his hair tiredly. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to say goodbye to my husband before I leave.” He gives Queenie a friendly smile and a small nod to Tina before heading downstairs where he finds Newt curled up in one of the medical stalls, hay spread everywhere while the baby nifflers crawled around him and Teddy sat near his head, playing with his dirty blonde hair.

Y/n smile softens, bending down to his knees and gently nudged Newt. The magizoologist peaks out from underneath one of the nifflers who crawled on his face. Y/n chuckles, adjusting himself to sit down next to him and gently removing the creature from his face. “Easy now, he isn’t in the mood to deal with you.” Y/n warns the small niffler who huffed.

He rolls his eyes and offers the niffler his pocket watch, which he allows him to play with and be distracted. He pushed some strands of hair out of newts face. “I have to go, my love.” He whispers.

Newt shakes his head, taking his hand into his and hugging it close to his chest. “Don’t go, you always leave.”

“I’m sorry, but I have things to finish.” Y/n also hates leaving his husband behind, but the two always find a way to see each other. “Christmas is approaching.” He says. “I’ll stay with you the whole month of December to celebrants the holidays.”

Newt perks up. “All of December?”

“Yes.”

“All 31 days?”

“Yes, Newt.”

“Including weekdays and weekends?”

Y/n laughs, leaning down to capture newts lips into a soft kiss. “Yes, all 31 days, including weekdays and weekends.” He mumbled against his lips. “I’ll spoil you this year.” He licks into Newts mouth, hearing him whine as he gripped his shoulders. The two kissing deeply, suddenly growing heated. Before things can go further, y/n is the first to pull away, hearing Newt whimper from the lose of lips.

Y/n licks his lips. “I promise to be back soon.” He never broke his promises to Newt. “And like I said, I’m going to spoil you.” He gives newt another kiss on the lips while holding Newt close in his arms.

“Be safe.” Newt murmurs against his neck, nuzzling into him. “Bring me a chimera.” Y/n chuckles. “I’ll see what I can do.”