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for the greater good (theseus x reader): chapter 2

requested by anonymous: could you make an imagine with Theseus Scamander where the reader’s an undercover Auror on Grindelwald’s side and her cover is blown when the Aurors try to arrest Grindelwald?

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“You know you’re going to have to talk about it,” Theseus steadily avoided his brother’s gaze as he focused his eyes on the hall in front of him. Being cold to Newt was normal but he never went as far as to attempt to completely ignore his younger brother. But then again, he had never had his heart crushed and stomped into a billion pieces and had those pieces smothered all over his reputation. The past few weeks had consisted of Theseus constantly struggling to justify all his actions, attempting to clean up his reputation after word spread around that the person he was dating turned out to be on Grindelwald’s side. What was even worse was that the person was an Auror, causing Aurors to be wary of each other, wondering who could be revealed as the next traitor.

“You can’t keep pretending that it isn’t there. If you talked about it, the problem might be easier to fix,” Newt reasoned, offering a quick smile to a confused-looking woman who passed them. The Ministry was oddly quiet which, with Newt’s inquisitive personality, was the worst possible combination. Of course, the Ministry had a reason to be so awfully silent after what they finally acquired. In fact, the reason why Newt came to the Ministry was to help with what the Ministry had at hand. Theseus tried to brush off the question by replying in a tight voice, “What problem?”

“Well, it’s not really a problem, er- more like a mistake? Whatever you want to call the situation you had gone through with that Auror that-” Newt cut himself off when Theseus glared at him angrily. He knew he was treading into dangerous waters by speaking against his older brother, but his desperation to help and curiosity got the best of him, “You know what I’m talking about. Why can’t you talk about it? Bottling it up won’t help and-”

“Okay, fine! Let’s talk about it! What is there to talk about? I messed up and now I have to deal with the consequences but let’s talk more about how utterly stupid I was to not notice,” Theseus stopped walking in order to fully express how annoyed he was at himself and Newt. Newt stayed silent for a bit, allowing his older brother to collect his thoughts before they continued on in a strained tension. It had been quite a while since he had those letters arranged to form a familiar name on his lips but Theseus gathered up the courage to finally say…

Your name. The words under the blank line simply were “Your name”. In your hands was an old, unfinished crossword puzzle done by your little brother. He never wrote his name in the name spaces on anything so you had to keep him alive in your memories by recalling his name whenever your hand brushed past the folded piece of paper tucked away in your watch’s hidden compartment. When you needed courage or felt lost, you always unfolded the paper, the crossword puzzle, and read it over, running your fingers over the worn words.

Your brother was only a child when he started the crossword. His handwriting was messy but with a little bit of effort, it was legible. It was the last possession you had to remember him by. A couple words scrawled in the puzzle were “bird”, “flower”, and “egg”. You vividly recalled how you sat by his side while he filled out the crossword in the dusty attic, hiding away from your parents. They would never approve of this piece of muggle “junk” that you snuck your brother. He had been so proud to be able to spell flower correctly and it was one of the few moments you were happily spending life with him.

“Y/n, we’re heading off. Are you joinin’ us?” Sally, another one of your fellow acolytes, barged in on you without much of a warning. You sharply turned your head, carefully folding up the paper while maintaining intimidating eye contact with Sally. Her confidence began to falter as you calmly stood up, still looking her dead in the eye as you affirmed in a cold voice, “Where to? What for? Is this another one of his spontaneous trips?”

“This time we’re paying a visit to the Ministry since we haven’t had much success in getting into the Ministry ever since you left. Grindelwald says they’ve got something of his that he needs. If you want to join us, we’re leaving in ten minutes,” Sally pursed her lips, obviously trying to not seem bothered by your chilly act. When her intrusive self finally decided to leave, you placed the crossword puzzle in your watch before joining the rest of the group in the living room. As Grindelwald outlined his plan (which was very vague as he specified that the only task people had to do was to keep the people at the Ministry dead or busy while he went to retrieve what he needed), everybody seemed to buzzing with energy. It had been weeks since the Obelisk incident and nothing exciting had happened since then.

Grindelwald apparated to the Ministry with a couple of other followers to clear the security coast before you and the other apparated there. The moment you apparated into the Ministry, the oddly familiar scent of paperwork and agony greeted you. From the panicked shouts and sounds of curses firing in the distance, you inferred that the fight had already begun. Even though you could’ve gone to attack any random member of the Ministry, there was one specific person you had in mind.

It was pretty easy to find him as there were a few places he would be at. Surely enough, you found him fighting off Telany, one of your least favorite fellow followers. You watched from afar as Telany was taken down easily before carefully stepping into his view, “Did you miss me?”

“Y/n?” Theseus turned around and when your eyes met his, the world stopped for a moment. Everything felt so peaceful as you immerse yourself in those stunning eyes. The peace was broken when he fired a spell that narrowly missed you. You reciprocated, firing back a curse that he dodged. The mess of feelings in your gut was strange as you’ve never felt love, anger, frustration, and desperation mixed into one mess of emotions.

“It’s good to see you too, darling,” You offered a thin smile as you both continued to duel, the echoes of the spells fired bouncing across empty hallways in the Ministry. Theseus’ expression of surprise now molded into one of anger. You knew that he blamed you for the soiling of his reputation and that he was frustrated that he fell for you. You couldn’t exactly blame him for feeling this way. He probably thought you never had feelings for him and that you only pretended to care for him to gain information.

“Y/n! Get over here now! He needs you!” Sally called from her location down the hall and you frustratedly fired a spell aimed at the clock behind Theseus. You had been beating around the bush with the duel since you wanted time to try to miraculously convince him to forgive you. As you ducked to avoid a spell Theseus fired, you took the effort to aim accurately at him, firing a spell to prevent him from following you.

“I’m on my way!” You shouted, sprinting down the halls with your wand clutched tightly in your hand. Although you were curious to find out why you were needed, a sinking feeling sank into your skin, an ominous aura began to settle into the area you were heading into. The room had dropped several degrees and you slowed your pace down to a walk when you saw Grindelwald standing in front of a slightly opened door.

“Y/n, my dear! I was wondering if you could talk our fellow friend into joining us. I know I should’ve warned you before coming here… but would you be willing to help?” Even though he seemed lenient in his words, you sensed that by ‘are you willing to help?’ he meant that you had to do it. As you peered into the room, the sinking feeling rose up into your mouth, causing you to almost vomit out of pure shock. The inside of the room was a disgustingly clean shade of white and curled up in the farthest corner of the chilly prison was a boy.

Grindelwald didn’t have to say what the boy was for you to know. Cautiously stepping into the room, you spoke in a soft voice, “Hey. Don’t be afraid. I’m here to help.”

The boy looked up from the ground, still gently rocking back forth, glaring at you suspiciously as he dryly stated, “That’s what they all say.”

“I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk. See? I’m going to leave my wand right here,” The boy eyed your wand warily as you placed it down near the doorway, taking slow steps towards him. “What’s your name? I’m Y/n.”

“Credence,” The boy was still hugging his knees but his rigid form relaxed a bit as he took in your gentleness. He reminded you so much of your brother but you persisted through the pain of memories as you continued to approach him one step at a time.

“Hi Credence. I know you don’t trust me but I really want to help you. I knew somebody who was just like you,” Credence had stopped rocking back and forth and his loathing glare now transformed into one of mild interest. “We were really close. Well, he was my brother. He was an Obscurus just like you. Our parents were both wizards but my mother died when she fighting for the Ministry and my father swore to never practice magic again. He married a woman who despised wizardry so my brother and I weren’t allowed to use magic at home. I found places where I could practice in secret and tried to get my brother to come with me but he was too afraid of our parents to come.”

“My brother began to repress his abilities and it led him to become an Obscurus. He was able to control it at first but after a while, his outbursts were unexpected,” You were still taking it one step at a time, seeming to be making progress as you were more than halfway across from the door. As you continued to share your story, you felt more and more vulnerable than you had ever before but it was the only way to get Credence to trust you.

“One of his outbursts was more extreme than all the other ones and it resulted in… the destruction of a small city and our parents. Obviously, such an occurrence snagged the attention of the Ministry so they decided to pay my brother a visit. I was away, buying, well I guess more like stealing food from the local market so I had no idea that they had taken him until I got home. I found out from some neighbors that the Ministry stole him and rushed to the Ministry, hoping that I would be able to save him in time. When I got there, it was too late. They had already killed him,” The words were heavy on your tongue and dug the hole inside your heart a little deeper than it needed to be.

The painful moment of realization that hit you at full force when the wizards that were surrounding the room where your brother was refused to let you in. They didn’t let you see his body until you threatened to go to the muggle policemen to claim that they were abducting him without his well. His hand felt heavy and cold in yours as you knelt next to his dead body, too much pain and shock running through your brain to process what was happening.

“That’s why I joined Grindelwald’s movement for equality. I want to make sure people like you don’t get hurt ever again. If you join us, we’ll help you find who you are and protect you. I promise,” You looked Credence earnestly in the eye as you knelt down to meet his eyes, holding out a hand. “You don’t have to join us, of course. You can stay here in the Ministry and hope that the wizards will spare you or you can run away from here and be free to find who you are. The choice is yours.”

Credence inhaled a sharp breath, the cogs in his brain turning as he weighed the benefits and consequences of the possible options. You smiled warmly as he accepted your hand and helped him up, “You’ve made the right choice. Thank you.”

You carefully guided him out the door of the cell, making sure you didn’t invade his personal bubble while still maintaining a steady hold on his hand. It was almost as he was your little brother and you were walking with him down the streets clustered with people, hoping he wouldn’t let the monster loose in the middle of the crowd.

Grindelwald grinned signaling to the other Aurors to disapparate. He motioned for you to stay and you cautiously handed Credence over to another one of the acolytes, giving him a comforting glance to reassure him that he was in safe hands. You turned around, realizing that Grindelwald had established a magical bubble around the disapparating wizards and outside the bubble was a group of Aurors, frantically firing spells that didn’t even come close to penetrating the bubble. Out of those couple Aurors, you noted that Theseus and his infamous brother he used to talk about to you was standing next to him. They really did look similar and Newt’s appearance was similar to that of his picture.

“Thank you Y/N for all your help. I don’t know what I would do without you,” Grindelwald smiled affectionately, patting you on the shoulder, causing you to feel a surge of pride. “But. unfortunately, you will longer be much of a use to me. You’ve done your part and this is where we say goodbye.”

Utterly shocked, you parted your lips in surprise, too stunned with betrayal to reply and he fired a spell that knocked you out of the bubble with intense force. Your wand flew out of your hand and hit an Auror in the face. A couple Aurors rushed to your sides, scrambling to claim you as loot. The world seemed to tilt as you watched Grindelwald disapparate, the bubble of magic disappearing along with him. The Aurors clamored in the background as to who to inform first while Theseus rushed over to you, trying to get to you while pushing aside all the other Aurors. He was just within arm’s length when he was suddenly whisked away by two Aurors, leaving you to serve as prey to the starving sharks of time.

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