#fantastic beasts the crimes of grindelwald

[iridecsense]

his brother’s keeper - m. 

 ⤷ summary: after yet again pining for his brother’s girl, newt finds himself stuck between his brother and the woman he is in love with...quite literally.

𓇬 word count: 8.0k 𓇬 pairing: theseus scamander | fem!reader | newt scamander 𓇬 genre: smut, porn with a little plot  𓇬 rating: 18+ 𓇬 warnings: profanity, depictions of spiked drinks 𓇬 kinks: voyeur, cuckholding, breeding, creampie, menage et toi, oral (fem recieving), anal mdom/femsub/msub 𓇬 author’s note: Something you can think of as a sequel to rumors, or a stand alone one shot. I will definitely not see the pearly gates after this, I am so sorry in advance! I may be a bit rusty so please be gentle and accept this late Christmas gift as a New Years surprise. Expect more from me soon. ;)

     It was usually in conditions like these, when the streets of London were slick with cool wet, and the biting cold spread mist from hot mouths filled the air, that made a time meant for cheer and love, one of desolate solitude for those less fortunate. Whatever the circumstances may be, it is in these times Newt Scamander often found himself alone. Though, if you were to ask him yourself he would deny the accusation and snarkily ask if one could ever be truly alone when surrounded by magnificent creatures. Despite the best efforts of his brother, who cared for him most earnestly, Newt hadn’t spent the holidays with him in years. 

      He had his reasons to be sure. Back when Theseus was engaged with his childhood friend Leta, there was no doubt an awkwardness. The younger Scamander brother was in love with the Lestrange girl. To see his brother have what he had longed for since he first met her put a strain on his heart. Newt was not bold in any sense of the word. Being forward with a woman never came easy to him. When he’d lost the chance to win Leta’s heart he swore that when he found himself enamored by another woman he would make it clear to her his affections.     In came Tina Goldstein, an American auror who he found himself entangled with on a trip overseas. He felt something for her—a kind of attraction that was different from the one he felt for Leta, but an attraction nonetheless. Tina was tall and beautiful and treated him with more respect than anyone ever had. But even that effort fell short. Tina had become more dedicated to her work and her sister. There was no room for him in her life at the moment. The two drifted apart succeeding the events of Grindelwald's rally in Paris. He returned to London, and she to her own affairs.     That had been nearly three years ago. Newt did well on his own, he felt. His creatures keep him busy enough. Getting through the day was easy. The nights were the hardest. At night there wasn't anything busying his mind from thinking of you.     Newt started to believe he was cursed to always fall in love with women he couldn't have. Whoever it was must have been especially cruel to make him fall for his brother’s girlfriends. That could be the only explanation. Otherwise,  he was just a sick, perverted man who desperately needed therapy. Little did he know two things can be true.    It wasn’t as though it were intentional. When it came to Leta, he had loved her first. Theseus just happened to get her. You, however, was something he did not expect. He was acquainted with you, only knowing and conversing with you when Leta was involved, considering you were her friend. It wasn't until she died that he got to know you better. During that time, Newt stayed with his brother and swore to stay by his side and help him and the ministry in capturing Grindelwald. Theseus grieved, and Newt was there to care for him, and so were you.     You would come by with food and insist on helping clean the apartment. The gesture was kind, especially when you were going through your own grief. Newt wondered if you used your kindness and instinct to help others as a way to distract yourself from the pain you truly felt. He was able to prove his theory right after many nights alone, drinking gin and fire whiskey, when he got to know you more intimately.     Theseus never knew, but in those first few months he spent grieving, Newt had grown rather fond of you. You were funny, kind, a great cook, and you listened to him, something no one else really did. The day he discovered your relationship with his brother he was disappointed, to say the least. Once again, Theseus had managed to take someone else he cared about. Newt often wondered how different things would have been if he had kissed you that night as you so desperately wanted him to. The same night when you had drank one too many gin and tonics and found the Scamander family album hidden in Theseus’s bookshelf. That night you somehow wound up on top of his lap, flipping through embarrassing baby pictures and evidence of his pubescent awkwardness. You were too drunk to notice how tense he was underneath you, or how with every shift of movement, or every laugh you chuckled, your ass pressed against his crotch.     When you came across a picture of Newt his mother had taken of him on the first day working at the Ministry when he was sixteen, you gushed over how ‘adorable’ he looked. Newt blushed. Then you said something he didn't expect.     “I see what Leta meant. You were always cute.”     Newt didn't know what to say. You positioned your head on his shoulder to look up at him. Newt was never good at eye contact, but he found it hard to tear his eyes away from yours.     “You have pretty eyes,” you slurred suddenly with a smile stretched across your lips. He could smell the alcohol on your breath your faces were so close.     “So do you,” he said, surprising himself with his own brazenness. It was true. You had two pretty (e/c) eyes like none he’d ever seen, even when they fluttered and stared blankly up at him in an intoxicated daze. But it was only with the help of the three glasses of gin he had earlier that helped him say it aloud.     Your smile grew wider. Your hand went to cup his left cheek. “I never understood Leta,” you mumbled. “How could anyone look past you?”     He’d wanted it so bad. To feel your lips against his would be his greatest reward after all he’d been through, after all his shortcomings. If he were a lesser man he would have taken advantage of your drunkenness. But you could barely sit up on your own, and he couldn’t tell how long it would be before you lost consciousness and fell asleep on the couch as you had done several times before.     “Kiss me, Newt,” you asked. “Please.” It was the first sentence you hadn't slurred since the gin entered your bloodstream. In a moment of weakness, his hand caressed your cheek. His thumb swiped over your bottom lip and he heard your breath hitch in your throat.     You were so beautiful and there you were, begging him to kiss you. Begging for something more by the way you pressed your body into him and looked desperately at his lips through half-lidded eyes. And maybe if he had four gin and tonics instead of three he would have given you what you wanted. But he was more sober than you and he respected you far too much to take advantage of you in your current state. What he had to do afterward took all his restraint.     The next day you greeted him in the kitchen with the same kind smile you always gave him as you prepared breakfast. The matter was never brought up again and Newt assumed you simply didn't remember. He saw no point in bringing it up himself. Before he knew it, it was too late. Theseus had set his eyes on you and wasted no time claiming you as his. Newt could not touch you, no matter how badly he wanted to.     And so, once again, Newt found himself in love with his brother’s girl. Constantly keeping her on his mind, constantly yearning for her, but always stepping back. He was still close to you, which only made it harder.     For the past year, he’s kept the secret of that night. But that wouldn't stop him from thinking of it, and all that could have been, just as he was doing now, lying in his bed with his hand wrapped around his cock. If only he could have you with him now and feel your skin on his, taste the salt of your sweat, and feel the heat of your body. He could only imagine. But even in his imagination he was the happiest man on earth. Theseus must have felt like God.     Unbeknownst to him, he would get a taste of that feeling the very next day. In the morning when he woke up, he found an owl waiting for him with a letter. It was an invitation, from you no less, to join you and Theseus for a Christmas dinner later that evening. In truth, Newt had been so busy tending to his creatures the past week he had forgotten how close Christmas was approaching, let alone that it was Christmas Day.     The thought of spending an evening with you was enticing. It was Theseus’s presence that made him second guess. He loved his brother, that was no question. He probably loved his brother more than anyone else in the world, which is why he could sit silently as he continuously watched him have everything he ever wanted with no protest. That didn't mean it was easy. It was hard to see you with him, even harder than when he had to endure Leta with him. At least then he had Tina as a distraction. Now there was only you and he could see no one else better than you.     Had it been Theseus who sent the letter he wouldn't have agreed to stop by. He might not have even replied. But since it was you, and only because it was you, he sent an owl confirming his arrival.     On the other side of things, you were ecstatic. It had been some time since you'd seen Newt and you considered him one of your closest friends. You knew Theseus would love having his little brother visit for Christmas and felt it would be the perfect present for him.     You had told Newt to come a couple of hours earlier than when you would be expecting Theseus. When you opened the door you greeted him with a bright, toothy smile and open arms. Newt hugged you back awkwardly and stepped inside.     “Everything is cooking in the oven now,” you said. “I’m just finishing up the pie for dessert. Come, have a drink in the kitchen.”     Newt followed behind you. You looked adorable in the tacky red and green Christmas sweater you wore over your long white dress. You made him a drink and started on your creme pie.     “It’s so good to see you, Newt,” you told him. “I was afraid you couldn’t make it. I know how busy your creatures keep you.”     “It’s good to see you too,” he replied. “Bunty insisted she stay and help while I am away. She claimed she had no other plans.”     You pouted your lips. “That’s awful!” You said. “You should have told me! I would have gladly invited Bunty over if I knew. No one should be alone on Christmas.”     Newt smiled softly. There you go again, always thinking of others. As the two of you sat in the kitchen you caught each other up on your lives. Things were going great for you, Newt discovered. You had recently gotten a promotion and received a medal for your efforts spying abroad for your department and gathering intel on Grindelwald and his acolytes.    Newt told you about his own travels abroad, searching for and rescuing creatures whenever he could while doing his own work for Dumbledore to support the cause. He told you stories of the places he’d been and the creatures he’d seen, even promising to let you visit his home to see them for yourself. “They’d love you,” he said.     Before he knew it, the two of you were sharing a glass of wine on the couch while the food kept warm. Then you shared another, and another, and another while you both waited for Theseus to return.     “He works later these days,” you tell Newt. “There’ve been days where he doesn't come home at all. Just stays up there, drooling over papers in his office. I worry about him sometimes.”     “That’s my brother,” he says. “Always working harder than anyone else. Always having something to prove. In some ways I’m jealous.”     You chuckled. “Jealous? How so?”     “He’s always so,” Newt paused, searching his brain for the right word. “Dedicated. Determined. He sets his mind on something and won't stop until he does it. He’s always been like that.”     You turned to face him next to you on the couch, sitting on your legs and propping your elbow on the back of the couch to lean your head against your hand. You peer at him quizzically. “But you’re like that too.”     Newt scoffed. “No I’m not,” he chuckled as he took a sip of his wine.     “Yes, you are!” You insist. “You’re very determined and dedicated to your animals. You have done things many others are too afraid to do; all to protect the things you love. Even Theseus admits you are much better suited to be an auror than he is.”     Newt raised a curious brow, a coy smile on his face. “Really?”     You nod. “He’s very amazed by you—admires you, even. As do I. You’re very brave, Newt. No one is more determined or dedicated than you.”     “There is one person,” Newt muttered.      “Who?” You asked, genuinely curious about his answer, prepared to playfully berate him for his humbleness.     “Theseus.”     “Well, he doesn't seem to think so,” you say.     “But he is,” Newt quipped, whipping his head to look you in the eye. The energy in the room shifted, and though both your brains were fuzzy from wine, you could tell the moment had gone from playful to serious.     “He is,” he continued. “He wanted to become head boy and he did. He strived to be the best auror at the ministry and he is. He wanted Leta and he got her, and when he wanted you, he got you.”     You were silent as you listened, unsure of where exactly Newt was going with his ramblings.     “I could never do that,” he admitted. “If I could, you would be with me now, not him.”     Now it was the wine talking. You were surprised. Newt’s face was red, but at this point, it wasn't clear if it was because he was embarrassed, frustrated, or tipsy.     “What do you mean, Newt?” You asked, your voice soft and sweet. His expression softened, and he looked at you in such a way your heart fluttered in your chest.     “You are so beautiful,” he proclaimed, making your face burn hotter than it already was. “I should have told you that a long time ago. If I were as forthright as Theseus I would have told you I loved you the night we almost kissed a year ago on this couch.”     Newt chuckled at your stunned expression, unable to say a word. “You don’t remember, but you were beautiful then too. You sat right here in my lap and you held my face in your hand and begged me to kiss you. I would have if you weren’t intoxicated. I wanted to talk to you about it the next day but you had already forgotten—”     “I didn't forget,” you spoke finally. Now it was Newt’s turn to be surprised.     “What?”     You put your wine glass down on the coffee table and scooted closer to Newt on the couch. Your knees touched his thigh, but neither of you moved.     “I didn't forget,” you repeat, clearer this time. “We were drinking while Theseus was asleep in his room one night. I had found your family album and we looked at it together when I asked you to kiss me.”     Newt frowned. “If you remember then why didn't you say anything?”     “I was embarrassed,” you reveal. “When you didn't kiss me I thought that I made a fool of myself. That you rejected me. When you didn't say anything afterwards I figured that was it. That you just wanted to forget and stay as friends.”     Newt couldn't believe his ears. All this time you had remembered that night and thought he held no feelings for you. He was spiraling in his head, you could tell by the way he distantly stared into his glass of wine.     “Newt?” You called out to him, taking his glass and replacing it with your hand.     “This is what I mean,” he said finally. “I wasn't determined. If I were like Theseus I would have talked to you regardless of whether or not I thought you remembered. I would have told you how wonderful it felt holding you in my arms and how desperately I wanted to press my lips against yours and taste you on my tongue. I would have told you how much I love you.”     Your stomach turned excitedly at Newt’s words. You squeezed his hand tightly. “Newt...”     He stopped, realizing what he just said. “I...I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I don’t know why I’m saying these things.”     “That would be the veritaserum in the wine,” said a deep voice behind him.     Newt turned around and found his brother, Theseus, standing under the archway to the foyer.     “Theseus,” He stammered and quickly stood to his feet.     “No need to get up, brother,” he said calmly. “It wasn’t as if I didn’t know.”     On the couch, you held up the wine bottle and inspected it. “How did veritaserum get into the wine?”     “I drugged it,” Theseus said simply as he walked past Newt and took a seat across from the couch in an armchair.     “Why the hell would you do that?” You asked Theseus angrily.     “Because this morning you said Newt accepted your invitation to dinner. Because I knew the real reason why Newt hasn't visited me in months is that he feels guilty for loving you knowing you’re with me,” he explained. “And I didn't want to have a Christmas dinner with a brother who resents me and sulks across the table pining for you. So, I put veritaserum in the wine I knew you wanted to drink tonight and left the two of you alone, hoping my baby brother would finally confess his feelings. And he did! Now we all know.”     You shot up from your seat and glared at Theseus. “This is cruel Theseus. You had no right!”     “I will admit it was slightly unethical, but I don’t see the harm in it. Aren’t you glad that Newt confessed his feelings?”     “Yes,” you answered instantly, though, of course, not of your own free will.     Theseus then turned to Newt. “And don't you feel better having finally told her?”     “Yes,” Newt admitted.    Theseus smiled. “Good! Now everything’s better.”     “You aren't upset?” Asked Newt.     Theseus looked at him as though he were confused. “Why would I be upset?”     “You’re not upset that I’m in love with your girlfriend?”     Theseus pursed his lips in thought before shifting his eyes to the half-empty bottle of wine. Standing to his feet, he walked towards the coffee table and grabbed the bottle by the neck. He took a swing of the truth-spiked wine and put it back down.     “Why don’t you ask me again.” He said.     “You’re not upset that I love y/n?” Newt once again asked.     Theseus smiled almost tenderly at his brother. “No.”     The older brother walked back to his chair and sat down, leaving you and Newt stupefied. “I do, however, wonder how you feel, darling.” He said, now turning his attention to you.     You furrowed your brows. “Me?”     “Do you love Newt back?” Asked Theseus.     Newt’s eyes fell on you. Your mouth opened and took a breath in preparation of your answer, but it closed as soon as it happened. Your glare on Theseus sharpened.     “What are you playing at, Theseus?”     “Don’t try fighting it,” he said. “You won't be able to lie so just answer. Do you love him?”     Your eyes flickered over and connected with Newt’s, who was looking at you expectingly. Your eyes softened and the tenseness in your shoulders fell away.     “Yes,” you whispered.     Newt couldn't believe his ears. Everything happening at this moment felt surreal. Just a few minutes ago he thought he had embarrassed himself once again, having confessed his feelings to his brother’s girlfriend right in front of him. He was prepared to be punched and thrown out and for his brother to hate him for the rest of his life. But instead of being angry, Theseus was encouraging him. He encouraged you and finally, he got to hear you say words he’d only dreamt of you saying. You loved him. Oddly enough, despite how it came about, Newt couldn't be happier.     “Kiss her.”     Newt was pulled from his thoughts and his shared gaze with you. You both turned and looked at Theseus who sat cooly in the armchair.     “Didn’t you hear what she said?” He asked. “She loves you! Stop standing there like an idiot and kiss her!”     “Theseus—” you began to speak, but Theseus stopped you.     “It’s okay, love,” he assured you with his gentlest voice. “Let him kiss you.”     The energy in the room for the second time that night, all because of Theseus, who ironically was the calmest person in the room. But there was something about the aura permeating from him that domineered over everyone else. His gaze burned into them as he stared, waiting for Newt to do as he commanded.     Every part of him wanted to turn around and walk out the front door and never speak of this again. He would go home and lay in his bed and do his best to fall asleep and forget everything that happened here tonight. Every part except the one that wanted to turn to his side, take you in his arms, and kiss you the way he should have that night. It was that part of him that won over all his better judgments.    In an instant, Newt’s lips were on yours. He held your face in his hands and pressed his body flat against yours. You were taken aback. You’d even yelped when his lips first touched yours. It was a while before your body finally relaxed and you closed your eyes, leaning into the kiss. Your lips began to move with his and he felt your hands lightly grip the sides of his waist, still unsure.     Theseus leaned back in his chair and said nothing as he watched. Newt’s tongue darted from between his lips and licked a stripe over your own. Your mouth opened for him willingly and he wasted no time exploring your mouth. He moaned at the taste of you. The feeling of your tongue swirling around his made his cock twitch in his pants. You could feel it against your thigh and your breath hitched in your throat.     “Don’t stop,” ordered Theseus with his hand over his pants, palming at the growing hardness straining against the fabric.    Newt kept his mouth on yours, only moving his grip around your face down to your hips. Your hands fisted the fabric of his shirt and you pressed your body into him, yearning to be closer. Newt stumbled back until the backs of his legs hit the couch and he broke away from the kiss to sit down. He spread his legs outwards and pulled you down onto his lap. You straddled his waist and his hips bucked upwards, longing to connect. A soft moan fell from your lips and he swore hadn't heard a more beautiful sound. Soon lips were back on yours.     “Tell her how pretty she is, Newt,” Theseus instructed.     Newt pulled from your feverish kiss and pushed your hair from around your face. “You’re so beautiful, y/n,” he said. You looked down at him through half-lidded eyes dilated with lust. Your lips twitched into a smile as you began salaciously grinding your hips against him, feeling the bulge of his dick against your slick heat. Newt hissed and watched you from below, moving his hips along with you, admiring your form hovering above him as you pulled your sweater over your head and threw it on the floor.     “Show him just how beautiful you are, sweetheart,” Theseus commanded. His voice was low and husky. He watched the two of you closely, palming his own arousal.     It was of no concern to the two of you, however. Newt was so encompassed by you he could barely pay any mind to his brother watching across the room. Of course, there were thoughts screaming in the back of his head telling him how fucked this whole situation was, but they were nothing more than muted whispers compared to you rubbing against his cock.     Just as Theseus commanded you showed Newt how beautiful you were when you took a hand and pulled down one of the straps to your white dress and freed your arm, repeating the same to the other. Taking his hands from your waist you brought them to your chest and helped him pull your dress down around your waist, revealing your breasts.     You felt Newt’s cock jump at the sight of you. He could only stare slack-jawed as you placed his hands over your beasts and guided him in pressing them against each other in a continuous circular motion while you rubbed your clothed clit against him. Your soft pants filled his ears as his low grunts filled yours.     “Newt...” His name fell breathlessly from your lips.     He had pumped his cock to the thought of you moaning his name many times before, but it barely held a candle to what it felt like to hear the real thing. Your name fell from his lips just as easily and he once again captured your lips in a heated kiss while he massaged your breasts.     Across the room, Theseus had his hand wrapped around his cock, slowly sliding it up and down as he watched his girlfriend shamelessly hump his little brother. You were the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. The way your hips moved against Newt could rival even the best of strippers. Your pretty moans filled his ears and he couldn’t help but reminisce about the many times he'd made those same sounds come out of you. To hear it in person is a gift. To feel your lips was a blessing. To feel your tight cunt wrapped around his cock was the best thing a man could ever feel. There is no greater present than fucking you, and Newt didn’t even realize that Theseus had just given his brother the best Christmas gift a man could ask for.     “Tell her what you’re thinking, Newt,” Theseus breathed.     Newt licked his lips. He did his best to gather his thoughts which were wall focused on you.     “Go on,” you said through shaky breaths. “Tell me.”     Newt moaned and pressed a trail of kisses on your bare shoulder and neck. “I’m thinking about how amazing you are,” he grunted out. “I’m thinking about how long I’ve wanted you and how good it feels to finally have you.”      You loved hearing Newt praise you. You loved the feeling of his hands and lips on your hot skin.  “Keep going,” you urged, moving your hands up his chest to unbutton his shirt.     “I think you’re perfect. I think that Theseus doesn't realize how lucky he is to have you,” he said boldly, piquing both your and Theseus’s interest. “You should have been mine. I would take good care of you—f-fuck!”     You had reached the top of his pants and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his hardened length. He wasn’t bigger than Theseus, but he certainly was thicker. Your hand slid up and down his shaft, only stopping to collect the precum leaking from his tip on your finger to put them in your mouth. He watched in awe as you licked and sucked your fingers clean.     “God, I want you,” he growled in your ear as your hand reached for his cock. “I want to be inside you. I want to feel you,” he said through labored breaths.     “Give him what he wants, love” Theseus spoke up. “Let him feel you.”      You sat up on your knees and hovered over his hips. Pulling your panties to the side with one hand you used the other to guide Newt’s member to your center. Both your breaths caught in your throats when he entered, stretching you open with his thick cock. Feeling you around him was unlike anything he could ever dream or hope. You were slick with arousal and he easily slid in and out of you, filling you up in all the right places. Your moans filled the room as Newt sucked on the supple skin of your neck. His hands and fingernails dug into your soft skin as he held you close and it felt as though the two of you were the only ones in the room.     Newt’s name sweetly slipped past your lips. Yours flittered through the air from his own. His hips rolled into yours with a precision you had no idea he was capable of. If he’d allowed it, the two of you would have lost yourselves in each other, forgetting the third presence in the room. But that wasn't going to happen.     Standing from his seat, Theses moved towards the couple and took a seat next to them on the couch, his hand still wrapped around his dick. “Does it feel good, my love?” He asked you.     “Yes,” you breathed.     “Does my little brother make you feel good? Do you love the way his cock stretches your tight little hole?”     You moaned at his dirty words, lulling your head back as Newt's lips wrapped around your nipple. “Y-yes,” you stammered, your hips rocking faster against Newts. “I love it. I love the way he feels inside me.”     “I know you do,” Theseus hummed, his breaths hastening. “You want him to make you cum don’t you, baby?”     You nodded excitedly and Theseus smirked.     “Newt, help her cum,” he said. “She likes it when you speak to her. It turns her on hearing all the dirty things you’re going to do to her.”     “Is that true?” Newt asked you once he pulled his lips from your pert nipples. “You want to hear all the things I want to do to you? Like how I’m gonna fuck your sweet cunt until you’re shaking a quivering under me? How...How I’m gonna fill you up so full with my cum you’ll end up with twins!”     He and Theseus laughed.     “See,” Theseus chuckled as he lifted the fabric of your skirt to reveal the sight of Newt’s cock pumping in and out of you. “She likes it! Look, she’s so wet your cock is soaked!”     Newt looked down and marveled at how wet you were. You took him so well and his cock disappeared inside you with ease. Newt held the skirts of your dress up so he could watch—so they could both watch.     Theseus’s hand rubbed the inside of your thigh. “Do you want me to touch you too, baby?” He asked politely.     You opened your eyes to look at your handsome boyfriend. He had long since undone his tie and unbuttoned his own shirt. His large cock was being tugged by his right hand and you nearly drooled at the sight of it, suddenly missing the feeling of having it shoved down your throat. You loved it when Theseus touched you. His hands were always precise, knowing exactly where to pinch, caress, and stroke. Like how he was rubbing your thigh right now, knowing how sensitive the skin on that area was for you. Your eyes connected and you ached seeing how dark his once baby-blue eyes had become.     “Yes,” you nodded.     Theseus wasted no time pressing his fingers on your aching clit. He rubbed your most sensitive part while his hand teased his own cock. Between his fingers and Newt’s dick plunging deep inside you, your body buzzed with pleasure. The air in the room grew hot and sticky and a symphony of soft moans, grunts, and pants melded with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the slick wetness of your dripping cunt. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening and your eyes shut, desperately chasing that feeling.     “Are you close, darling?” Newt asked once he felt you tighten around him.     “Y-yes!”     Theseus’s fingers rubbed faster to help you get there. “Watch her, Newt,” he urged. “When she comes, it’s the most beautiful thing you’ll ever see.”     Newts darkened hazel eyes trained on you. His grip around the dress wrapped around your waist tightened and her wrapped it around his arm and held your hips steady. His hips snapped upwards, changing pace. You bounced on his cock, your moans growing louder and louder.     “Cum for me, please,” Newt begged, now reaching his own release. “Let me see it. I want to see it. Show me, my love. Show me how beautiful you are when you cum. Please show me.”     He pressed open-mouthed kisses on your chest and neck, his eyes never leaving your face. Theseus’s breaths quickened as well, his pace on his cock matching the pace of your hips rising and sinking on Newt’s member. One of your hands wrapped around the base of Newt’s neck, taking a fist full of his hair. The other grabbed Theseus’s wrist and held his hand in place over your clit. A few more pumps and several flicks was all it took for your body to seize up, tightening around Newt's cock as your whole body trembled. Your moans caught in your throat, struggling to escape. The knot inside your stomach had broke and you came harder than you ever had in your life.     Newt came not long after you, sputtering your name as he did so and holding your hips down, burying his dick deeper inside you and making sure every drop of his cum spilled inside. “F-fuck,” he choked out.     Theseus had cum too, clear, white ribbons of his seed spilled into his hand and onto his abs. He wiped up what had spilled with two fingers and held it up to your lips. You were still dizzy from your orgasm, but it didn't stop you from obediently opening your mouth to suck Theseus’s cum from his fingers. Newt watched as you did this. Your skilled tongue licked and wrapped around Theseus’s long fingers promiscuously, ensuring you cleaned up every last drop.  It was enough to get him hard and twitching inside you again.     “That’s a good girl,” praised Theseus with a smile on his lips. “Isn’t she a good girl, Newt?”     “The best,” Newt agreed.     Theseus pulled his fingers from your mouth and replaced them with his tongue by reaching up and pulling you into a deep kiss. It was slow and purposeful, as if he were trying to show off in front of Newt who had no choice but to watch uncomfortably as your tongues swirled passionately in each other’s mouths, earning your soft whimpers. Inside, he hated how much it turned him on.     As you both pulled away, you captured Theseus’s bottom lip between your teeth and playfully tugged it away before letting go. Theseus’s hand quickly flew to tightly wrap around your neck, keeping your eyes trained on him. He smirked. “Look at you, darling. Still asking for more. Aren't you tired?”     Your hand reached down to grip his cock as an answer, making him laugh. His grip around your neck tightened.     “What? Was my brother’s cock not enough for you? You need to have mine as well? Or perhaps you want us both at the same time. Is that it? You need me and my brother to fuck you senseless like the greedy little cock whore you are?”     You clenched at the thought of having both Scamander brothers filling you up at once. Newt felt it and your increasing arousal started to drip down his balls.     “I think she does,” said Newt. “Will that satisfy you, my love? If Theseus and I fucked you within an inch of your life and pumped your selfish cunt full of cum? Tell us you want it.”     You’d never seen this side of Newt. You didn't even think he was capable of saying such filthy things. He was always so sweet and temperate, being shyer than demiguise. But here he was, spurring you on with his debaucherous words. It only made you want him more.     “I want it,” you say and salaciously grind your hips into Newt, making him hiss due to how sensitive he still was.     “Beg,” Theseus demanded. “Tell us how badly you want it.”     Your cheeks burned red hot from embarrassment. Theseus smirked mischievously because he loved watching you squirm. You always begged so nicely for him with your pouty lips and round doe eyes. His little princess. He only wanted Newt to see and appreciate it too.     “Please,” you begged shamelessly. “I want to feel you both inside me. I need to feel it. I want it so bad. I want to make you both feel good.”    “You want to make us feel good?” Theseus repeated. “Such a sweet little girl you are, wanting to please us. But we all know your secret.”     Theseus turned to Newt. “Should we give her what she wants?” He asked.     Newt looked up at your pleading eyes, so sweet and innocent despite them begging for him to fuck you. How could he ever deny you?     “Yes,” he said finally. With that, Theseus picked you up with ease and carried you upstairs to the bedroom. Newt followed behind and once Theseus placed you on the bed he began fully stripping himself of his clothes. Newt followed his brother’s actions, closing the door behind him and peeling off his shirt and pants. You watched them under the candlelight, admiring the two beautiful brothers and their different bodies.     You’d seen Theseus naked a hundred times before but it never ceased to excite you. He was large in every sense of the word. He was tall and had a wide, muscular chest with strong arms and thighs to match. Newt’s body was new and different. Newt was tall as well, only a couple inches shorter than his older brother. Surprisingly, Newt was more muscular and lean. His abs were more pronounced and taut in comparison. Both brothers were freckled, the younger of the two having more of them with accompanying scars. They were beautiful. Having two gorgeous men naked in front of you made you feel nervous and self-conscious. Without realizing it, you had pulled your dress up to cover your body. But Theseus was having none of that.     He crawled over to you on the bed, moving your hands and pulling your dress back down to your waist. Newt sat on the bed as well and pulled the dress down the rest of the way, discarding it on the floor. Theseus trailed kisses up your stomach, chest, neck, and face until he reached your lips. He kissed you passionately and tenderly, reaching for your right hand to intertwine his fingers with yours while Newt peppered soft kisses up your legs and thighs. Their attempt at relaxing you and distracting you from your thoughts worked, and you melded with them both.     “Theseus...” you whispered against his lips because you knew how much he liked hearing it. He shushed you, pecking the corners of your lips.     “Just relax, darling,” he muttered. His hand left yours to grab your thigh, spreading your legs apart.     Newt’s kisses lingered on your inner thigh, nipping, sucking, and biting the sensitive flesh. You trembled under their touch, not sure what to expect next. Theseus hovered over you on your right, covering you with kisses and massaging your breasts while Newt neared dangerously close to your core.     “Such a sweet girl,” Theseus said between kisses.     “I wonder if she tastes just as sweet,” said Newt.     “She does,” Theseus confirmed. “But you’ll just have to taste for yourself.”     The sudden feeling of Newt’s warm tongue licking a licentious stripe along your heat made you gasp. He kissed and sucked on your lower lips, occasionally darting his tongue in and out of your entrance. He licked up and down your dripping cunt before finally swirling his tongue around your clit. Your hips bucked and twitched as he drew figure-eights with his tongue over your sensitive bud. Theseus held your right leg while Newt held down your left, ensuring you kept your legs open for them.    “F-fuck, Newt,” you sighed and closed your eyes, resting your head back into the fluff of the pillow.     Theseus was sucking the skin at the crook of your neck, determined to leave a mark. His hand on your thigh trailed closer and closer to your center until his skilled fingers reached your entrance under Newt's chin. He easily slid his longest digit inside and curled it upwards, instantly finding that spot he knew so well. He pumped his finger in and out, making sure to brush against your g-spot. Soon he added another finger and quickened his pace. Between Newt’s assault on your clit and Theseus’s fingers deep inside you, you were ambushed by another orgasm. White flashed behind your eyes and your hips spasmed. Newt sucked on your clit and Theseus vigorously fingered your hole as you rode out your high until you became too sensitive to touch and begged them to stop.     “No, no, no, baby,” Theseus muttered in your ear. “We can’t stop now,” he said. “We haven't ‘fucked you within an inch of your life’ yet.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. They weren't done with you yet.     Newt came up from between your legs and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. “Can you taste it?” he asked. “Your sweetness. I can’t get enough of it. I don’t think I ever will.”     Your lips chased his, wanting him to kiss you deeper. You were sandwiched between the two men, Theseus at your back, and Newt before you. You felt Theseus’s cock press flush against your ass while Newt's poked between your legs.     “Are you ready for us, darling?” Theseus asked as he nibbled at your ear.     “Yes,” you answered against Newt’s lips before he slid his tongue back down your throat.     Being as gentle as they could, the two brothers eased their cocks inside of you, introducing you to a whole new sensation. You had never been stretched out like this, with two cocks filling your holes at once. It was strange and slightly uncomfortable at first. They knew this, which is why they took their time, distracting you with their mouths and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and ensuring you were okay.     “You’re doing so well,” they’d say.     “You feel so good.”     “You’re so wonderful, darling.”     “Are we hurting you, sweetheart?”     “Relax for us, my love.”     Theseus’s hand once again found your clit and he began lightly circling it with his fingers to give you some relief. It didn't take long for it to work and your body opened up for them with ease. They pushed deeper inside, inch by inch until they were fully sheathed in your flesh. They both whispered their own set of curses, letting out soft grunts and moans as they began slowly rocking their hips into you.     “Fuuuck,” Theseus moaned. “This ass is so fucking tight. You’re being so good for us, darling.”     “So, so good, love,” panted Newt. “You make us feel so good.”     Your high-pitched mewls and pretty sighs were like music to their ears. They completely engulfed you, body and soul. The world simply slipped away and nothing else mattered besides them, Theseus and Newt, making you feel better than you had ever felt before. You couldn't get enough of them, nor could they get enough of you. You were intoxicated by their scent, their bodies, and their moans. In your minds, you all tried to comprehend how lucky you all were to be in this moment. Nothing could be better than this. Nothing.     “This is it, isn't it?” Theseus panted in your ear. “Your secret. You’ve always wanted this. To have your holes stretched out by our cocks. Does it excite you, my darling, fucking two brothers? One just wasn't enough, was it? You had to have both. Well, now you have it. Now you’re taking our cocks like the good little girl you are, just like you wanted because we decided to give it to you. You should thank us. Go on and thank us, darling. Tell us how much you appreciate being filled up and fucked, blinded by your own pleasure.”     “T-th...Thank you,” you choked out, tears brimming your waterline. “Thank you so much! I wanted this. I always wanted this!”     “Good girl,” Newt praised, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Such a good, good, girl for us. We’re glad to give it to you...Whatever you want, y/n. Whatever you want—a-ah!”      Newt’s thrusts got faster and sloppier, as did Theseus’s. They both worked hard to bury themselves deep inside you. It came to a point where both their cocks were brushing against your g-spot, one after the other. You felt the knot in your core again, that delicious, evanescent knot tightening, ticking like a bomb about to explode and send you to your euphoric escape.     “Oh, God!” You gasped, digging your nails into the skin of Newt’s back and Theseus’s thighs. “Don’t stop! P-please...right there! S-Shit, I love you!” You proclaimed. “Both of you. God, I love both of you so much!”     This seemed to excite them even more, something you didn't know was possible. They thrust into you faster than they ever had before, their winded breaths filling your ears.     “I love you,” Newt breathed. “So...so much...More than anything.” He kissed your lips.     “I love you too, darling,” grunted Theseus. “My sweet girl...Always.” He kissed your lips too.     In that moment the three of you bonded, body and soul. You all came at once, their bodies falling flush against you, twitching in satisfaction. For a while you just lay there as they held you and listened to the sound of their breaths while you waited for the sweet, buzzing feeling to dim. When it did, Theseus got up to fetch a towel from the bathroom, leaving you and Newt cuddled up on the bed, whispering sweetly to one another. They helped clean you up and embraced you with their warmth. You just stared at them, sharing kisses, twirling hair, giggling, holding hands, and gazing lovingly into their eyes. There wasn't much to say. You all knew. You didn’t need to say it. You could feel it in the room. You were complete.     “Do you smell something burning?” Theseus asked suddenly. You and Newt sniffed the air and your eyes widened like saucers.    “THE FUCKING TURKEY!” You gasped, and struggled your way out from between your two lovers, picking one of their shirts from off the floor to cover yourself as you ran downstairs to save what was left of your forgotten Christmas dinner.     Newt and Theseus smiled to themselves and chuckled. There was an awkward silence as they lay there alone, both unsure of what to say or do next.     “I do know how lucky I am, by the way.” Theseus was the first to speak.     “I know,” said Newt.     Theseus turned to his brother. “You can be lucky too...If you want.”     Newt blinked, not fully believing he’d heard what he thought he heard.     “She loves you,” said Theseus.     “She loves you too,” Newt reminded him.     “I know. And we both love her.”     “And we both love her.”      It was as simple as that.     “Thank you, Theseus,” said Newt.     Theseus scoffed and playfully pushed Newt’s shoulder.     “Happy Christmas, Newt.”     “Happy Christmas, Theseus.”

[gellertalbus]

[itsisats]

Care for you, Theseus x reader one-shot

Hey everyone!

This is my first ever fic posted here, and my first Theseus Scamander x reader. Hope you enjoy! <3

If everything goes well, I’ll try to update regularly and maybe open for requests.

This fic includes smut.

Summary: After meeting in a little late wearing the same clothes as you had the day before, Theseus draws conclusions. A little jealousy makes him realise his true feelings for you, causing him to act upon them. Fluff with smut.

Word count: 2.8k

(GIF not mine, credit to owner)

Theseus glanced up to the big clock in the office. The minute hand had reached 3. Which means it’s three minutes past 8 in the morning. And you weren’t there yet. Where were you? In all the years Theseus had known you, you were never once late. It was only three minutes past. To anyone else that might have seemed like nothing, but Theseus was starting to grow worried. Nothing was wrong, right? It was only a couple of minutes; surely, you’d be here any minute now. The minute hand struck 4. Theseus couldn’t bring himself to open the file of cases in front of him on his desk.  

You and Theseus had been the best of friends ever since he had saved you from some bullies during your second year at Hogwarts. From there, he’d always sat beside you in class and in The Great Hall during meals. You’d even gone to visit the Scamander household in some holidays. The Scamanders all loved you. Even his younger brother Newt, who overall wasn’t very fond in the presence of people, enjoying the presence of magical creatures more. Theseus and you had both applied for positions at The Ministry after leaving Hogwarts, and you were both fortunate enough to land positions as aurors. Not long after, Theseus got promoted to head auror, and you were beyond proud of your best friend.

Yeah. Best friend. That’s all he was to you, and you to him, but ever since a certain encounter during sixth year you had realised that you had feelings, romantic feelings, for Theseus.

It was during the Christmas break in sixth year. You were sat on Theseus bed, a blanket draped over you whilst you were reading a book. Theseus was helping his brother with something and had asked you to wait in his room. You were so entranced in your book, you didn’t notice when the door creped open and Theseus sneaked to the bed. He jumped onto you attacking you with tickles. You had laughed so much trying to push the brown-haired boy off of you. In one final push you both fell off the bed in a scrambling mess, resulting with you landing on top of him. You bot stayed frozen in place. Theseus had reached a hand up to remove a strand of hair from your face, which then went down to stroke your cheek. Then Mrs. Scamander had called that dinner was ready, and you and Theseus had scrambled off of each other and headed down to the dining room. Neither of you spoke of the incident and acted like nothing had happened.

But you couldn’t act like nothing had happened. Because something definitely happened inside of you. Every time Theseus would smile, your stomach would fill with butterflies, and every time he would hug you, which wasn’t a rare occurrence, your breath would hitch in your throat. You wouldn’t want to admit it, but you had caught feelings for your best friend.

Years went by, and you started to suppress these feelings, especially after you started working together, considering the unprofessionalism.

The minute hand reached 7, and you came running into the office as quietly as you could muster. However, your arrival didn’t go unnoticed by Theseus, who in fact had waited for you. As you were getting settled in your chair and were about to open up a file a throat cleared from above you.

You looked up through your eyelashes and was met by a pair of concerned blue orbs.

“You’re late”

“Oh come on, Thes, everyone is late every once in a while. It was only seven minutes!”

“Yes. Everyone. Everyone except you. Not once in all the years I’ve know you have you been late. Never”

His eyes scanned your outfit.

“You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday” he stated.

Ah, yes. You were indeed. And it didn’t go unnoticed by Theseus’ trained investigative auror eyes. Your cheeks flushed red. You didn’t want to admit it, especially not to your best friend, but your dating life wasn’t going particularly well. With you trying to ignore the feelings you held for the very man standing in front of you and your busy work life, establishing a romance was not easy. So, occasionally you’d have one-night stands to fulfil your needs. Nothing wrong about that. You were single and far too busy to settle for a real relationship. Or so you believed yourself. Everyone craved the touch of another human every now and then.

“Yes, so? Is that against the Ministry policy?” you half-heartedly joked and looked down at your papers again.

“Who is he?” Theseus asked with a harsh tone. He didn’t mean for it to come out that way, but he was confused but he also felt… angry? Sad? He couldn’t tell. All he knew was, that you were wearing the same clothes as you had worn to work yesterday, which again, was very unlike you. He therefore came to the first conclusion that popped into his head. You hadn’t slept in your own bed.

“I’m sorry?”. You were taken aback by his sudden outburst of a question, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to discuss your unsuccessful love life with your best friend, crush and boss.

“Who is he?” he asked again. This time calmer, but tense. Was he clenching his jaw?

“Theseus, what are you talking about?” you tried to avoid.

“Who’d you sleep with last night?” he asked boldly, crossing his arms and staring at you intensely.

“Listen, Thes, it’s no one. Nothing really. It doesn’t matter, and frankly I don’t think it concerns you” you sighed, not wanting Theseus to pry into your private affairs.

Theseus huffed, but didn’t ask any further questions, as he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You were after all his best friend, and he cared for you. Deeply. Perhaps a little more deeply than a friend. But that wasn’t something you had to know. Theseus sat down in his seat again. He didn’t utter a word the entire rest of the day.

You stepped into your flat, using your wand to dry off the London rain. You stepped out of your boots and hung up your coat by the door. After having changed into something more comfortable, you started to prepare some dinner for yourself. Tiredly you flicked your wand around chopping up vegetables on a cutting board, stirring pots and setting the table.

After a lazy meal, you sat in your couch reading the newest edition of a witch’s magazine.

 Theseus hadn’t been able to bring himself to eat anything. His mind kept drifting to you, and the thought of you with another man made his stomach churn. He had never felt like this before. A fiery feeling inside and almost feeling sick. He knew he cared for you, but perhaps in a whole other way than he had always thought. Perhaps he was just worried about you. Worried that you might get hurt by whomever you were with last night. Maybe he was worried like a protective brother. Nope. That was certainly not it. He was jealous. Jealous that another man got to caress and cherish your body. Who was this man? Did he even get to know your wonderful being? Get to learn, that not only were you a sight for sore eyes, but also a beautiful human being on the inside? You never failed to make Theseus laugh and you were kind. Oh so kind. You always made sure everyone in your presence was comfortable, not to mention your outstanding wit. Who did he fool? Theseus was absolutely head over heels for you, and he had to tell you. He didn’t care one bit about who you were with last night, all he knew was, that he had to make sure you never saw him again. And he wanted to make sure that you were only for his eyes, only for his hands and only for his heart. Before he knew it, his feet carried him to his hallway. He quickly put on his coat and boots and apparated to your flat.

A frantic knock lifted your gaze from the magazine. You picked up your wand and slowly walked towards your door. When you had opened your door, you were met with your best friend, who looked quite frustrated.

“Thes? What are-“

Your words were cut off with a pair of lips capturing yours. You dropped your wand as Theseus pushed you up against the nearest wall. Taken aback you didn’t kiss him back. This made him pull back.

“I-I’m sorry Y/N. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the thought of you with another man. Because you’re mine. You’ve always been mine and I care for you. So much. And the thought of you with another man, it makes my heart burn. I didn’t want to admit it earlier, but I have fallen for you. Fallen hard-” he took your hands into his  “- and I’d love to prove to you, how much you mean to me” he kissed your knuckles.

You were frozen in place. His eyes frantically searched for something in your eyes saying that you wanted the same. You wanted to say something. Wanted to scream that you had loved him ever since Christmas in sixth year, but nothing came out. Your eyes flicked down to the lips that had just been upon yours and then up to his hopeful but seeking eyes.

“Y/N please say something” he whispered.

“What if I don’t want to say anything?” you whispered back.

He looked desperate, so you quickly decided that now, in this very serious and intimate moment, was not a time to joke. You grabbed either side of his face and pulled him to your lips in a heated kiss. He urgently kissed back one hand coming around your neck whilst the other snaked around the small of your back pulling flush against him. His lips were soft, and they moved against yours in a perfect sync sensually. He leaned his head to the side pecking your lips with his tongue, asking for entrance. You let him. It was heated. Your tongues moved alongst each other battling for dominance, him winning in the end. You pulled away to catch your breath which caused Theseus to groan lowly.

He quickly moved his lips to your neck where he started to nibble along the soft flesh, sucking and leaving marks a few places. Your hands moved into his hair pulling softly at the curls of his auburn hair. He kissed up your throat all the way to your lips, capturing them in a slow heated kiss. Then he pulled away panting.

“Would it be alright, if we brought this to the bedroom?” he asked, his voice laced with lust. Ever the gentleman. You simply nodded and brought his face back to yours. He hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to your bedroom.

But once inside your bedroom, the gentleman façade quickly dissolved. He pulled at your shirt trying to take it off of you. You obliged craving his touch as much as he craved yours. Next article of clothing to loose was your pants. He pulled away from your lips, much to your dismay and you reached out for him silently pleading him to keep kissing you. His eyes ranked over your almost naked form. Then his head duck down as he started kissing over your body.

“My.. beautiful.. girl.. only.. mine..” he muttered between kisses. You pulled at his dress shirt.

“It hardly seems fair that you’re still all dressed” you managed to pant out.

Craving your touch, Theseus quickly got rid of his clothes as well, leaving you both in your undergarments. Your hands were quick to slide over his fit body. He groaned lowly in appreciation, clearly enjoying your roaming hands. Although, that was a quick indulgence as he swiftly moved down you body laving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses. When he reached your underwear he hooked a finger under the hem of it, looking up and searching your eyes for some kind of consent. You smiled at him and hummed a needy “yes”. He slowly slid down your underwear ad threw them somewhere. You didn’t really care. What he was met with doubtlessly made him more turned on than he already was. His cock was rock hard in his underwear standing proud and needy for your throbbing wet folds.

But he must wait with pleasing himself. For now, it was about you. He slowly dipped his head down teasing your clit with his tongue. You gasped at the sensation, and your hands were quick to snake into his curly hair, which you pulled at softly. Theseus brought up a finger to rub against your folds and as he was pleasuring your clit with his tongue, he slid his finger inside of you curling it. You were already a moaning mess as his tongue and finger were working wonders on you. You called out his name as you were nearing your high, which made Theseus moan against your folds sending up pleasurable vibrations. You moaned loudly as he kept licking and gently sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves along with his finger pumping in and out of you.

“I’m close” you managed to gasp merely seconds before you came, your juices spilling onto his fingers which he happily licked clean. He then moved up over your body, gently rubbing his hardened member against your hip, desperate for some friction. You helped him remove his underwear, and you heard him mutter a protection spell under his breath before he started rubbing the tip of his cock along your entrance, his tip already slick with precum. He looked you in the eyes and kissed you intensely before putting his weight on his elbows his face creeping into your neck, kissing you softly.

“You’re so beautiful darling” he whispered in your ear. All you could do was let out a breathy moan and pull at his shoulders.

“Needy, are we?” he chuckled, his voice raspy and filled with lust. He couldn’t hold back himself any longer as he slowly slid into you. His cock twitched in anticipation, and he let out a low gasped moan. He stilled letting you get used to having him inside of you. He was big, but he filled you up perfectly.

You kissed his lips, urging him to move. He obeyed. Theseus was a passionate lover. He was sensual, moving in a slow but rhythmic pace. You could tell we was trying to hold back, so he could please you. Putting your pleasure above his. But he was also needy, letting out small grunts and moans with each thrust. His sensual thrusts made him able to go deep, hitting your g-spot over and over. You moaned in his ear, which only got him more turned on. He picked up his pace, still going deep but faster.

His thrusts became sloppier, and his moans more drawn out. He was close.

“Cum for me” you whispered in his ear, and that seemed to do the trick.

“Ah- fuck Y/N!” he moaned as he came, spilling his seed inside of you.

He kept still, as he tried to catch his breath. You were both panting messes. Then he slowly pulled out and kissed your forehead.

“Stay here” he said in a low raspy voice. He got up and went into your bathroom, coming back soon after with a warm towel. He cleaned up some of his seed that had spilled from your cunt, and gently wiped your inner thighs with the warm cloth. It was an odd but nice feeling. The small gesture showed that he also genuinely cared for you. He went back to the bathroom with the towel and hung it up after having cleaned it.

His eyes ranked over your naked body, the afterglow of sex radiant.

“Are you going to stand there all night, or are you coming over here so we can lay together?” you giggled.

“I’m sorry. You’re so entrancing. I can’t believe I finally have you”.

You smiled at his words as he came to the other side of the bed to lay down and softly cradle you in his arm. He kissed the top of your head and smelled in your scent.

“I’m sorry I didn’t buy you dinner first. That wasn’t very gentleman-ish of me” he mumbled.

You simply laughed and replied “Is’ okay”.

You rolled onto your other side, still laying with Theseus’ strong arms wrapped around you, so that you were now in a spooning position. He kissed you right below your ear and whispered “I love you, Y/N”.

Both of you had your eyes closed.

“I love you too, Thes” you silently mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear, as you both drifted off to sleep.

[caribbean1989]

"They're watching you."

[theaskywalker]

Imagine being Jacob's sister and Newt asking you to help your brother feed the Mooncalves

Masterlist

[ourownbelovedbohemians]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDDIE REDMAYNE!!!!!!

[kimitofutari]

What are you imagining, Eddie? 🤣😭

[serpentinecherub]

Happy 60 years on this planet JOHNNY !!

[eveneechan]

"Your eyes...

--See, in reality they have this effect in them, Tina...

It's like fire in dark water"

[eddieredmayneargentinablog]

"Fantastic Beasts the Crimes of Grindelwald" Press conference, on November 3, 2018, California.

📸 by Vera Anderson/Getty Images

[herwold]

Gellert Grindelwald looks both like Lana Del Rey and Rammstein song

[gellertalbus]

[caribbean1989]

Jude Law as Albus Dumbledore in Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald (2018)

[theaskywalker]

Imagine bonding with Newt due to you taking care of a baby Occamy

Masterlist

[cuddles-with-dragons]

Newt Scamander has no dignity and I love him for it.

He did a mating dance with a Erumpment. He was doing a ridiculous walk to save his brother. He makes whatever weird noises it takes to calm down creatures.

Such a softie, and I think he's perfect.

[redskull199987]

Always

Newt Scamander x female!reader Request

Word count:3.4k

Warnings:Blood, character death, beast killing someone(?), Canon typical violence, it's actually fluff

Summary: You and Newt were friends at Hogwarts, but he favored your Sister, Leta. Now, years after school, you have to join forces again, in order to fight Gellert Grindelwald...

Masterlist

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It was him. It had always been him. But I couldn't get myself to forgive him, I just couldn't.

So, instead of smiling or waving it anything, I just sat there, frozen in place, as his eyes landed on mine. For the entire evening I had prevented him from looking at me. Newt Scamander. The one and only Magizoologist and my former best friend. We went to Hogwarts together, but as always, my sister Leta caught his attention and the two of us talked less and less, until  we didn't talk at all anymore. In the end, I befriended his brother Theseus and the two uf us started working at the ministry together. I could never forgive Newt for favoring my sister over me, I knew it was childish, but still...

 He smiled at me shyly, which pulled my out of my trance, so I quickly looked away. Leta seemed to notice my Nervousness, so she grabbed my hand and smiled at me. It was a sad smile and immediately I knew what she was about to do.

"Leta", I whispered, "Don't!"

I closed my fingers around her hand trying to stop her from leaving me, but it was useless. She broke free and tumbled down the stairs.

"Leta!!", I yelled again, as she got dangerously close the the blue flames. I quickly grabbed my wand, trying to cast a spell to stop her, but Leta was faster. She turned around, an apologetic look on her face. She raised her wand against me:"Expelliarmus!!"

I was thrown to the ground, to far away to still help her. I looked back up and saw Leta standing in front of Grindelwald.

"Leta!?"

It was Theseus. Her fiancé and my best friend. His eyes looked glossy and he seemed so confused, not understanding what was going on. But Leta ignored him, she turned around and looked me in the eyes, a smile on her face, before she stepped into the flames.

And just like that, she was gone. My sister was gone.

"Leta?", I mumbled, not understanding what just happened. It couldn't be true, it couldn't. How could she be dead?!

"Xenia!?" I heard my name. I looked up, tears in my eyes. It was Newt. He kneeled down in front of me, an expression of pain on his face.

"We need to go", He whispered and put a Hand in my shoulder. I was too stunned to speak, so I only nodded. He gently pulled me onto my feet and guided me away from the flames.

In that moment, I didn't care. I didn't care about our fight, about our past, about nothing, I just followed Newt away from the flames.

But they grew hotter each second we tried to escape them. It seemed useless.

"Hurry!!",My face shot up. It was Flamel, he had found us. And he had a solution, so we ran, we ran and ran until we so rounded the flames.

Newt stopped right next to me and Theseus. I looked at the two brothers and nodded. Together, we rammed out wands into the ground, yelling:"Finite!!"

Red flames broke lose, circling the blue one's by Grindelwald. The heat was getting unbearable, but I threw up my arms and stayed in position. After a few minutes, I felt the heat dying down and looked back up. The graveyard was burnt to pieces, but everyone seemed alive and well.

Just now, I finally seemed to realize what had actually happend. I slowly fell to my knees, tears falling down my face. My sister was dead. Leta Lestrange was dead. I sniffled slightly and looked up at Theseus. He also had tears in his eyes. Of course, he just witnessed the love of his life die. 

"Theseus?", I mumbled and grabbed his hand. His eyes fell on mine and then he lost it. He started sobbing and cried out in pain. I quickly pulled him in for a hug, letting my own tears fall freely. 

Newt was still standng next to us and despite everything, I raisedmy hand and motioned for him to come to us. He had lost someone too. Newt slowly trotted over to us, his shaking hand took mine and I pulled him closer to Theseus and me. The two brothers looked at each other before nodding.

"We need to go", Theseus mumbled. Newt and I only nodded and grabbed his hand and Theseus apparated us to the french Ministry of magic . I sniffled quietly and wiped away my tears.

"I'm sorry", Newt whispered. I looked up at him, a little perplexed. "for everything", he mumbled. I carefully took his hand. Newt avoided looking at me, so I simply pulled him with me to sit down on a nearby bench, waiting for Theseus. I quietly put my head down on his shoulder. A few seconds of silence passed, each one of us lost in their thoughts. 

"I know", I finally said and glanced at Newt. "I know", I repeated and squeezed his hand,"I forgive you"

"Oh come on", I cursed. Theseus and I were dangling from the ceiling in one of the best secured prisons of the the magical community.

"He'll come", Theseus assured, trying to turn towards me, but he just swung around helplessly.

"What makes you so sure?!", I asked, trying to think fo what Newt was currently doing. I was hoping, that he was save.

After my sister died, I barely had time to grieve. The situation with Grindelwald got much worse and we had to fight Him. Even Dumbledore decided to step into action now, even if he and Grindelwald still had the blood swear.

"Theseus?"

My head shot up. I turned to look at Theseus. He nodded, so he had heard it too.

"Xenia?"

No doubt that it was Newt. A grin rose onto my face. Theseus was right, he actually came to save us.

I was about to yell his name, but Theseus repeatedly shook his head, motioning for me to stop. And fortunately, I listened to him.

A few seconds later, we saw Newt trotting over to us. But he was walking like a crab with his arms in the air and legs spread.

"Rescuing us, are you?", Theseus mumbled.

Newt quietly answered:"That's the general idea"

"And I presume... This", Theseus said, looking at Newt confused,"Whatever it is, you are doing, is strategic"

Newt nodded:"Yes, it's a technique called limbic mimicry. It discourages violent engagement...theoretically. I've only actually attempted it once before"

"And the results?", I asked, looking at him.

"Uh...", Newt mumbled, arriving right in front of Theseus. "Inconclusive", He muttered, "Course that was a laboratory setting and the conditions were strictly controlled and the...Well, the current conditions are more volatile, so making it less predictive of the ultimate outcome."

Newt had waddled closer to us and slowly attempted to turn around, so that he was facing Theseus and me.

"The ultimate outcome presumably... Bing our survival", Theseus said and looked up and Newt, who was standing directly in front of him now.

Suddenly a tail emerged right behind Newt. It came out of the abyss that was hovering only a few feet under us.

The tail got closer to Newt. To close for my liking, but it only seemed to inspect him. Newt carefully craned away his head, trying to avoid touching it.

A few meters away from us, the light of one of the other inmates, suddenly started flickering before it ran out.

The tail, which was next to Newt quickly got away from him and started hissing at the inmate, before it sunk back into the abyss.

A few seconds later, a much bigger scorpion-looking tail emerged and grabbed the inmate, pulling him down with it, while all he could do was scream.

"Holy lord", I gulped.

Newt had slowly turned around and watched how the remains of the inmate were shot back up. All that was remaining was a stinky corpse, dipped in Secretions and juices from the scorpion.

Suddenly, all the tiny scorpions started marching away quickly. Newt could only look after them, as they started eating up the remains of the inmate.

Newt quickly jumped closer to Theseus, cutting open his fetters. I could hear a thud, presumably Theseus who fell to the ground.

He groaned, as Newt grabbed his lantern and stepped over to me.

"Hy", He mumbled as he also loosened my fetters. I also fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Hy", I groaned, as Newt grabbed my hand and  pulled me to my feet.

"Are you alright?", he asked. I only nodded, rubbing my back.

Newt ran back out and Theseus and I followed him quickly.

"Shit", I mumbled, as I saw the army on little scorpions in front of us. They were blocking the way out.

"And the plan is?", Theseus asked, while I felt how Newt slowly pushed me behind him.

"Hold this", Newt said and handed me his latern. I quickly grabbed it and held it up. Newt folded his hands and started whistling. The sound echoed through the caves, as Theseus and I waited for something to happen.

"What the bloody hell was that for?", Theseus whispered, looking at Newt from the corner of his eye.

"Um..", Newt breathed, "We're gonna need some help."

He suddenly lifted his arms, getting into the scorpion-like position, he was in earlier. Theseus and I backed away a little bit, as the tiny scorpions all mimicked Newt's pose.

Theseus and I quickly tried to copy Newt's pose. The lantern dangled around in my hand, as I did my best to do it exactly like him. He suddenly started swinging his hips:"Follow me"

I gulped and started at him, as I slowly trailed behind Newt, trying to copy his actions. I looked behind me, seeing that Theseus was also struggling to find the right rhythm.

"Come on", Newt mumbled quietly. The three of us, were slowly walking along the path together with the tiny scorpions who all copied our actions. We looked like a weird magicall dance group, practicing for their next gig.

"You're not swiveling properly", Newt said, eyeing Theseus' hip swings.

"Swivel...", he tried to explain, "Swivel, but delicately"

"I'm swiveling like you're swiveling, Newt", Theseus said sternly, even though it was obvious that he struggled.

"I don't believe you are", Newt mumbled, tilting his head.

"Shut up, you two", I mumbled and gave them both and stern look.

Suddenly the lantern in my hand started flickering too. Newt and Theseus immediately stopped fighting and looked at the light in my hand.

But luckily, it didn't go out. Unfortunately the light in the chamber right behind me started flickering too now, before it ultimately stopped glowing.

"Bloddy hell", I whispered before ducking away quickly, as the Gigantic scorpion tail emarged from the abyss and grabbed the inmate behind me.

I quickly got up and waddled over to Newt, as I saw the Corpse already flying back up. I stumbled into Newt's side and he quickly put his arm around me, preventing me from falling.

"Are you alright?", Newt mumbled and looked down at me.

"Mmh", I nodded, as I glanced at the tiny scorpions eating up the corpse.

Newt and I looked at Theseus and he nodded:"Swivel"

I parted from Newt and the three of us started trotting away again.

After a few minutes, we finally reached the entrance of our cave.

We were ready to step out, when I heard a crunching sound behind me.

Newt and I turned around and saw that Theseus had stepped on one of the tiny scorpions. He slightly shook his foot, to get it away from his shoe. 'Gross', I thought to myself.

Suddenly the lantern in my hand started flickering again, but this time, it finally stopped glowing.

I looked around as all the scorpions hurried out of the cave, leaving the three of us behind.

I couldn't believe my eyes, as I turned around and saw at least four of the giant scorpion tails, coming out of the abyss. The creature growled at us, before it started to attack.

A yell escaped my lips, as Newt, Theseus and I started running away.

"Woah", I yelped, as the cave crashed right in front of me, a Scorpion tail destroying the wall. I quickly got up and backed away. I ran into the other direction and duck away from the glowing splotches of Secretion, that the scorpion fired at me.

I had to stop, trying to catch my breath as the tiny scorpions suddenly so rounded me again. I quickly backed away, back into the cave, but right now, the Gigantic creature was emerging completely. It seemed like I had no way out. It hissed at me, and rammed it's tail into the wall right next to me. I whimpered slightly and backed away. I ran across the path towards the entrance. It seemed like a parkour, since every few seconds one of the tails rammed into the earth right next to me. I finally made my way out and started running like the devil was chasing me.

As I crossed an intersection, I was able to spot Newt for a second, who was also running away. I turned left and saw him running towards me. I sprinted the last few meters towards him and he grabbed my hand, pulling me with him, as Theseus also joined the two of us. Together, we sprinted towards the entrance, as the ceiling started to crumble. Right after we escaped, it crashed down and closed the entrance once and for all.

I tried to catch my breath, as I thought we were save, but suddenly a tail came up behind us. It slung around Theseus and pulled him away.

"No wait!!", Newt yelled and the two of us grabbed one of Theseus' hands each and tried pulling him back to us. It seemed almost impossible, as Newt lost Theseus' hand.

He was pulled closer to the abyss and so was I. I landed flat on my stomach, as I tried to prevent Theseus from being pulled into the abyss.

"Newt!", he yelled, as I struggled to hold him up. He grabbed both of my hands tightly and tried to pull himself up.

Newt ran to us, grabbing my other hand, building up a chain. Suddenly Pickett came flying towards us, Newt's Wand in his hand. He quickly grabbed it and yelled:"Accio!!"

Only seconds later the three of us fell into the abyss, as Teddy, Newt's Niffler,  came flying right after us.

"Grab the tie!!", Newt yelled. I did as he told and the port key activated. The three of us were apparated out of the prison.

We landed somewhere in a Forrest. The cold air hit my face, as we landed on the ground. Thanks to Theseus and Newt, I landed gently, as I toppled down on the both of them.

I groaned slightly and got up, as I noticed that the scorpion tail was still around Theseus, as him and Newt got up too. He quickly pushed it away, the tie though was still in his hand. It hissed and crawled away quickly.

Thesus lifted the Tie and handed it over to Newt, since Teddy was still clinging to it.

"That was a portkey", he said sternly.

"Yeah", Theseus mumbled.

"Well done you Two", Newt said as we reached the lake right in front of us. I couldn't believe my eyes at what I saw. A smile appeared on my face, as I took in the sight of Hogwarts, right in front of us.

"Come on", I smiled and pulled the two wizards with me.

As we entered the great hall, I immediately spotted Lally sitting next to a couple students.

"Lally!", I shouted and she looked over to us.

"What kept you three?", she asked and got up.

"Uh", I mumbled, "We encountered some complications. You?"

"We encountered some complications", she repeated and handed me the Newspaper that she was holding.

I opened it and looked at the headline perplexed.

"Jacob tried to murder Grindelwald?", Theseus asked, after he peered over my shoulder.

"It's a long story", Lally said.

She turned around and I spotted Jacob sitting at the Dinner table with some Students, they were talking about his new wand.

"Jacob", Lally said sternly, catching his attention, "Look who I found"

"Hey", he smiled and quickly got up,"Its my wizard friends, Newt, Theseus and Xenia"

He looked back at the students and crossed his fingers:"We're like this. I gotta go, alright. Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do"

I smiled at our muggle friend. He never failed to impress me with his charisma.

"Do you believe this place?", he asked, as he stepped over to us, "They got pint-sized little witches and wizards running around here"

"You don't say", I chuckled. I saw Theseus smile slightly before he slowly walked away from us.

"I was the assassin", Jacob mumbled, leaning closer to me and Newt. A smiled at him, giving Newt a look and a chuckle left his lips.

"Newt, Theseus and Xenia all went to Hogwarts", Lally explained with a smile before we followed Theseus.

"Oh, I knew that. Well, they're being very nice to me. The Slytherin boys over there, they gave me these", Jacob smiled and held up a package of candy,"They're delicious. Who wants one?"

Newt and I turned around and Eyed the box that he was holding.

"Well, I never cared for cockroach clusters much myself, although Honeydukes are supposed to be the best", I explained

The bell chimed and the students all got up and Started to leave, while the four of us stepped over to Dumbledore. He did not seem happy.

After explaining the situation to us, Dumbledore lead us to his brother, who lived in Hogsmead.

"Here we are", Dumbledore said and opened the door for us.

"Bunty, you're here", Newt said and looked over to his assistant.

"Yes", she smiled.

Newt finally noticed the Quilin standing to his feet.

"How is she?", he asked and leaned down.

"Oh, she's fine", Bunty said. She grabbed Newt's case and let out the other Nifflers.

"What's Alfie done now?", Newt asked as he crawled into his hand, scolding the little guy.

"Miss Broadacher, I trust my brother has been a gracious host?", Dumbledore asked and caught my attention. He eyed Bunty questioningly.

"Yes, ever so gracious", she smiled.

"I'm delighted to hear", Dumbledore said and turned to his brother,"Uh,so room's have been arranged for you in the village and Aberforth here will prepare you a delicious dinner, his own recipe"

To be honest, the soup Aberforth made, didn't look to delicious. The taste was astonishing though.

I looked over to Newt, as I caught him staring.

"Newt?", I mumbled and nudged his arm, "Can we talk for a second?"

He only nodded and followed me outside as I excused the two of us.

We stepped outside into the cold and I quickly turned around, looking at Newt. He was avoiding my eyes.

"Newt... I...", I whispered and grabbed his arm. I gently pulled him closer to me and he let me. "Newt, I...I want to thank you. Ehm, for saving my life.", I mumbled. I felt his breath hit my face and I looked up at him. His face was inches away from mine and he finally looked into my eyes.

"Xenia", he whispered. I couldn't help myself. I pulled him closer by his arm and our lips collided in a soft kiss. I closed my eyes, as I felt his arms wrap around me gently, like he was afraid to hurt me. I put my arms around his neck, as I deepened the kiss.

"I love you", I blurted out as we parted,"I always have" Newt didn't say anything and for a second, I thought that I had spoken to soon. I looked down in embarressment, but suddenly I felt how Newt's hand rose to carress my face. He leaned down and softly kissed me again.

"I love you too", he smiled,"I always have"