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nincompoopydoo · 1 month
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hi i have a req for your vday celebration for this line 'have you no compassion for my poor nerves? ’ for theseus scamander!! going on a trip with newt looking for some new mythical creature to draw and you somehow get injured and theseus gets worried so like angst + fluff pls
IN SEARCH OF A GRECIAN BEAST
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PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x Reader WORD COUNT: 1.1k SUMMARY: As you, Theseus, and Newt find yourselves on a secluded Grecian beach along the Aegean Sea, an endeavor unfolds to seek out a Hippocampus. However, plans don't turn out as expected. A/N: An angsty yet light-hearted fic in a way. Hope you guys love this lil Theseus one-shot~ WARNINGS: near drowning. angst. Newt literally has no compassion when he’s excited about his beasts lol. PROMPT: “Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?” [from this prompt list] MASTERLIST
“Pray, Theseus, allow yourself a respite! Quit moaning and come with us,” you whine with an exaggerated, sarcastic tone as you trudge down the rocky slope that leads to a stretch of golden sand. Newt is way ahead, feet already on the sand as he scuttles across the rugged coastline that looks upon the Aegean Sea.
Theseus huffs at your words, watching the way your linen top billows in the sea breeze, gleaming under the scorching summer sun. He decides he has no other choice than to follow begrudgingly. He stumbles on his feet, shells crunching at contact, and sees you looking back at him, eyes bright. The curve of your smile goes unnoticeable.
“I thought we were meant to be on holiday,” he calls out to you and his brother.
You merely laugh, and Newt responds without turning back, “Nobody mentioned a holiday, Theseus.”
Theseus scoffs, “Well, I presumed it was, considering you invited me to Greece. Of all places!”
Without warning, you abruptly halt, swiftly turning to face him.
“We find ourselves on this beautiful, secluded Grecian beach, and you're complaining?” You gesture to your surroundings in big movements, arms moving in sweeping motions.
You’re right, he’s being dramatic. Perhaps he finds himself a little sceptical towards your shenanigans with Newt. How you were always closer to his brother than him, even though he never dared admit it to himself that he wished it was the other way around.
Theseus is silent when you fix him with a stern gaze, nearing him. “All I’m saying is, you should loosen up a little.”
There it is. That glint in your stare. It’s hopeful.
Theseus realised long ago that he would do anything for you and be anything you wanted him to be.
“I am loose. I can be loose.”
Your laugh comes off more like a scoff. You don’t believe him one bit. “Right.”
Then, your fist connects with his arm. It’s playful, just like old times. Theseus winces, his palm instinctively rubbing his bicep as he shoots you a maddened look. Despite the irritation etched on his face, the subtle curve on his lips betrays it.
You laugh again. It’s light and sends his heart thrumming faster than ever. 
“Come on –”
"Look!" newt exclaims, his voice ringing out excitedly. “Over there.” He points toward the shore with the widest grin Theseus has ever seen.
You immediately grip Theseus’ wrist, pulling him along as you dash towards Newt.
“Hippocamps,” you breathe out, merely a whisper, eyes trained on the clear waters beyond.
Theseus turns to you and clocks on your wide-eyed gaze. Your mouth hangs slightly agape in utter awe as you take in the scene unravelling before you. Glints of deep blue swirl under the crystal waters, their scales glistening like scattered glitter under the Grecian sun.
Then, you release your hold on his hand. 
“I’m going in.”
The brothers snap their heads to you, “What?”
You turn to Theseus, “I know these creatures better than anyone. You know that.” Then, your gaze shifts to Newt, “Even more than you, Newt.”
A beat. He sees that you’re now looking at him expectantly as if you need his assurance. That he trusts you. He really doesn’t know why you need it.
“Just… be careful.”
You purse your lips and nod. “I will.”
The waves lap rhythmically as you approach the waters cautiously, gentling wading through and towards the Hippocampi. The water rises to your waist. You catch a hint of a tail under the sunlight, iridescent and reflecting the ocean's blue and green hues.
You take a deep breath – the key is to be calm. Extremely calm. You extend your palm, luminous kelp in your grasp, hoping to lure the creature.
Then, its head emerges from the waters, a horse for a head. The creature curiously eyes the kelp in your hand as you watch in controlled excitement as the others drift closer. You cannot help but smile.
Yet, something beneath you rumbles. It’s so slight that you almost miss it. But it sends a rippling uneasiness to your surroundings that it alarms the creatures. The air shifts, and before you know it, the Hippocampi sense an unseen threat and quickly disappear into the ocean.
Your smile drops.
You see it, a sleek form of green drifting in the depths beneath you. It glides through the water with stealth.
Ashore, Theseus senses your concern. “Something’s wrong.”
Then, he sees you turn to them with panicked eyes.
Abruptly, the water erupts with a powerful surge, and a beast rises from the depths and leaps into the air. Its mane of waterweed cascades with its movement.
It’s a Kelpie.
Newt and Theseus watch in stunned silence.
As the Kelpie vanishes beneath the waves, you’re gone.
Theseus’ heart drops.
Instinctively, Theseus calls your name, charging towards the place you stood moments before. In his sprint, he throws a quick, urgent glance over his shoulder at Newt, who scrambles closely behind, his expression etched with mirrored exasperation.
“Why in Godric’s name is a Kelpie doing here?!”
“That’s a good question –”
Theseus isn’t listening anymore. He can’t think right now, his heart pounding fiercely. Each step intensifies the knot in his stomach.
He finds himself slicing through the waves and propelled beneath the surface. His vision goes blur momentarily; elusive silhouettes move around him like drifting shadows. But as his eyes begin to take focus, he sees Newt, a feet away, seemingly going after the Kelpie.
Theseus whirls around, eyes scanning his surroundings.
He sees you, conscious. You’re looking at him with wide eyes, struggling to stay afloat.
Theseus closes in, and he reaches out, arms enveloping you. With a forceful pull, you are brought to the surface, head heavy against his chest. Your sharp gasp pierces the air, it resonates loudly, but it settles a sense of relief in Theseus.
As you’re pulled to shore, you’re induced into a coughing fit, water forcefully expelling from your lips. Theseus hovers above you, his hand on the back of your head, lifting it from the ground in an attempt to ease your choking. His other palm rests against your cheek firmly.
He says your name, his voice laced with reassurance, yet his gaze lingers with a perpetual panic as he hovers above you, the sunlight casting a halo through his tousled hair. Theseus looks truly distressed.
“Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?!” he exclaims, exasperated in all his dramatic and uptight glory.
“Just… trying to keep you on your… toes, that’s all,” you manage to croak out.
Theseus's laugh passes off as an exhale and grins, shaking his head. Quickly, he presses a kiss to your forehead.
You instantly feel your cheeks start to burn.
“Don’t ever do that again.”
You just smile. “No promises.”
Then, laughter echoes in the distance. Both of you turn to find Newt emerging from the shore, eyes bright.
"That was incredible!"
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iridecsense · 1 year
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his brother’s keeper - m. 
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 ⤷ 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. ;)
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     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.”
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samantha-rae-velcher · 5 months
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Master List Pt. 2
YouTubers
Swaggersouls
Streamers Dream - smut
Markiplier
Games of the many - smut
Joysticks and pushing buttons - smut
Sticks and stones - smut
That one look - smut
The punishment unforgotten - Violence/smut
A need for it and her - smut
The stress is real - fluff
"Im sorry, honey" - fluff
Roomies or More? (Egos) - smut
Yancy NSFW alphabet - smut
Love mistaken for hate (Wilford Warfstache) - fluff
Don't fear the reaper (Darkiplier) - smut
Dark lust (Darkiplier) - smut
Static (Darkiplier) - smut
Warp core breech Pt.1 (ISWM) - fluff
Warp core breech Pt.2 (ISWM) - fluff
Seeing Stars (ISWM) - fluff
Jacksepticeye
Blue tint and cold tiles - smut
Marvel
Me and the Devil walking side by side (Daredevil) - fluff
Sorcerer Supreme (Doctor Strange) - smut
More like Einstein (Tony Stark) - smut
Two tons of iron (Tony Stark) - smut
Green-ish (Bruce Banner) - smut
Tender Touch (Scott Lang) - smut
The speed of light (Pietro Maximoff) - fluff
Courts of Green Pt.1 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff
Courts of Green Pt.2 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff
Courts of Green Pt.3 (Bucky Barnes) - Violence/ fluff
Feathers and Swords (Clint Barton) - smut
Hawks gold (Clint Barton) - fluff
As beautiful as an angel (Yondu Udonta) - fluff
Fear makes love (Ronan the accuser) - smut
Sharp as steel (Wolverine) - smut
Blades that steel the heart (Wolverine) - fluff
Obviously not that obvious (Drax the Destroyer) - smut
DC
Tattoo Buddies (Chato Santana) - fluff
Soldier Boy (Rick Flag) - smut
Slice and dice (Captain boomerang) - smut
Scars and stripes (BOP Victor Zsasz) - smut
TWD
Guns of blazing love (Aaron) - smut
Maybe evil Maybe not But just about (Shane) - smut
Barbed Wire Pt.1 (Negan) - smut
Barbed Wire Pt.2 (Negan) - Smut
Barbed Wire Pt.3 (Negan) - Violence/fluff
Barbed Wire Pt.4 (Negan) - Violence/fluff
Barbed Wire Pt.5 (Negan) - smut
Barbed Wire Pt.6 (Negan) - Violence/fluff
Barbed Wire Pt.7 (Negan) - Violence/fluff
Barbed Wire Pt.8 (Negan) - fluff
Star Wars
The light within (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff
The force of two (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff
The force binds all (Obi Wan Kenobi) - smut
The intimidating side of things (Boba Fett) - smut
Orders (Poe Dameron) - angst/ fluff
Black ink (Darth Maul) - smut
The Witcher
How The Witcher men react when you cry - fluff
Bard and Bells (Jaskier) - fluff
Gotham
Gotham Villains teaching s/o to shoot a gun
Gotham Villains when s/o doesn't answer the phone
How Gotham Villains react to their s/o getting shot
Sexting with Oswald Cobblepot - smut
Gotham's King and Queen (Oswald Cobblepot) - angst
I will kill you (Oswald Cobblepot) - fluff
Emperor Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) - smut
Smoking Roses Pt.1 (Victor Zsasz) - smut
Smoking Roses Pt.2 (Victor Zsasz)- smut
Tainted Riddle (Ed Nygma) - fluff
What am I? (Ed Nygma) - fluff/Violence
Five-O (Jim Gordon) - smut
Stalked (Jeremiah Valeska) - Violence/fluff
Fantastic Beasts
Blue fire and silver smoke (Gellert Grindelwald) - fluff
Heaven without fear (Credence Barebone) - smut
Boardwalk Empire
Gentleman with a dark side (Arnold Rothstein) - smut
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facettenherz · 11 months
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„Dumbledore and Grindelwald?“
- „He feels a great sadness that Dumbledore -his great love - hasn’t joined him on his journey.“
„Who is more powerful? Dumbledore or Grindelwald?“
- „Grindelwald! And Dumbledore is his weakness.“
-Mads Mikkelsen, 2023
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eveneechan · 4 months
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Happy Fantastic Beasts Anniversary Day ✨
Compiling my FB fan animation that i made around 2019-2022 to celebrate the day
(Mostly focus on Tina Goldstein since she deserves better)
Wish if they can't continue the movie yet, at least they adapt it into other media like animation 🥺
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itsisats · 2 years
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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
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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.
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tomriddleshoe · 8 months
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Dumbledore and future dark lords, 39 years apart.
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gellert-1899 · 2 months
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Deleted Scene From Crimes of Grindelwald
Newt: So, why did you sent me to New York?
Albus: Because I knew Grindelwald would try to catch Credence. He had a vision you see, many years ago. In which an obscurial killed the man he fears above all the others.
Newt: You.
Yes, this was an actual scene. They shoot it and then SOMEHOW decided to delete it.
Like WHY?!?
So like this scene is absolutely amazing since it tells about their past. The vision Albus is talking, Gellert probably had it in the summer of 1899. And shared it with Albus imidiatly. He must have got really worried about losing Albus since it also could have been Ariana. And after all those years when another obscurial came out. He must have got worried again. And like, what if Gellert didn't want to kill Credence but instead he took him to his side to take an eye on him. So that he could prevent an obscurial killing Albus.
AND even more importantly no matter after all those years Albus still didn't hesitate to think that Gellert would go after something that might kill or harm Albus in any way.
Like. The scene is so fucking perfect.
WHY DID YOU CUT IT?
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teaforthotxxx · 2 months
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The biggest difference between Grindelwald and Voldemort was that Gellert was not a blood purist. Gellert hated muggles cause he saw what muggles did to witches and wizards during witch trials. He didn’t actually care if you were a muggleborn or a pureblood. That was why his message was so persuasive. Albus agreed with him because muggles used to bully his sister and she became an obscuris.
Meanwhile, Voldy was blindsided by the pureblood’s power and wanted to be the most pure wizard because he felt like his mudblood made him weak.
That’s why Voldy was so disappointed when he met Gellert. Cause they had two very different causes.
Also: I feel like people won’t get this but GELLERT WOULD HAVE APPROVED OF WOLFSTAR!! He would have respected Remus as a werewolf!! He could have easily convinced Sirius to join him.
The real tragedy of Gellert is that he was so intent on blaming large groups of people rather than the authorities that set the issues in place. He killed muggle towns but those muggles weren’t the same ones who conducted the witch trials. He attacked wizards but those weren’t the ministry members who looked down on him. And, he was so sure he was right that he wouldn’t listen to Albus.
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"Flowers at the platform"
- my first attempt at fanfiction, mainly fluff, 600+ words, sorry for any typos and grammar errors :) this was just for fun!
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“All abooaard!”
The train conductor announced. People ushered into their respective train carts clearly having places to be.
However, you stayed, sitting on a bench by the platform.
Waiting, and occasionally thinking of what you would cook for him, you listened to the chugging and the whistle of the trains that pass by like afterthoughts, dissappearing into the horizon with the smoke that emitted from the steam powered locomotive, billowing into the sky. None of them were ever his, but you knew you had to wait.
"It won't be the first and certainly won't be the last." You reassured yourself.
Waiting, something that you first learned back in the days where he was still in the process of courting you was a key part in this relationship you shared with the auror, no matter how long it took, with time, you found peace in it.
Considering his position as Head Auror of the British Auror office, Theseus often went overseas, leaving you alone for weeks that sometimes stretched out into months to your silent dismay and soon, acceptance. However, waiting for his train to arrive didn't bother you as much as most people would assume. After all, the sight of him before you was the greatest pay off of all.
With what you hadn't realised was bated breath and anticipation, you saw him step off the train. With the other behind him, his hand, withered with scars, fixed his already well-groomed brunette hair and the knot of his tie. He always made sure to look good for you - especially the times where he was scarce.
He stepped towards you with a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Dear." The older man greeted you fondly.
"Theseus! There you are." You got onto your feet, fighting the urge to run into his arms as you made your way towards him. You weren't a woman who waited for the husband to return from war— no, that was in the past, and thank god for that.
You could've sworn there was a floral scent in the air around you two as you examined his face you missed so dearly.
"I don't suppose you.." Before you could finish his sentence, the hand he had previously had behind his back outstretched to you with a bouquet of an assortment of colorful flowers in hand.
"I wouldn't ever." He clarified with a chuckle of triumph. The gesture was all too endearing not to bring a smile on your face, and that was exactly his goal.
Despite being an important man who, as it comes to no suprise, often was busy with his schedule packed with all sorts of admin and case work, not to mention the countless court trials that gave him a headache, however, nothing a cigarette or a glass of bourbon couldn't ease. He always had flowers for you.
Of course he had flowers with him, he always did whenever the time was right for him to return from his job as the Head Auror. If it wasn't flowers he had behind his back it would be something else. Sometimes it was small and simple. Other times it would be big and extravagant, but never did it fail to be a thoughtful gift he had brought with him to make you happy.
To see your face, smiling no less, at some point in time had become a luxury just as much as it was for you to see him in bed beside you.
"Keep that smile, would you?" Theseus requested as he pushed your hair behind your ear, his eyes tracing over your features that had been crinkled with a smile. Your cheeks growing a rosy colour at the touch of his hands, withered from the excessive use of writing tools.
"Well then, let's get going, I would have to wait any longer to be at home with you." You two walked along the train platform, with each others hands intertwined.
“How is Newt, by the way?" You asked.
"Oh, off somewhere in China on another one of his beastly endeavours, what's new?" The wizard mused to himself.
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A newt x male reader, maybe a fic or headcannons different ways of how their cuddles
cuddles | newt scamander x male!reader
pairings: newt scamander x male!reader
cw: hopefully loads of fluff!
word count: 1.1k+
an: late answer to a request as always.... thank you for requesting though !!! i appreciate you so much!
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newt isn't the biggest cuddler, but gosh, for you he would hold you for days.
it took him a while to warm up to it: your arms around him and your fingers between his whenever you got the chance. the first time he realized you were an established cuddler was a couple months into your official relationship after a long day of chasing after dragons.
"newt," your mumble escaped the feathers of the pillow your head was smushed into and found his ears.
he turned his head away from the sleep shirt he was about to slip over his bare torso. "yes?"
"come lay with me," your words were almost indiscernible.
"i need to go write down some stuff about the dragon's from today first-,"
"please?"
your eyelids drooped over your tired eyes. your limp limbs fell over the bed you two shared (although it seemed to be strictly yours with how little newt was in it). your arms and legs were ships in the sea of blankets. and your sonorous raspy plead wouldn't let him deny you.
he slipped the sleep shirt on and slowly made his way towards you.
you turned on to your back, grabbing his hand and pulling him down to lay with you. newt stiffly laid where he had fallen. he laid his head on your slow rising chest. his legs tangled themselves between yours. his hands balled themselves into fists and sat at his side.
"relax, sweets." the whisper left a smile on your lips. "i won't bite, i promise."
you arms wrapped around him. your left thumb ran through the canyon of his spine. your right hand snuck it's way over his tense hand. you massaged relaxation out of it and held his hand comfortably firm as to refuse him to let go.
newt only blinked at the blurry folds of your clothes that were so near to his eyes. he could practically see the individual threads and their journey throughout your clothes.
his eyes traveled up to your smiling features. you appeared to be the most relaxed he had ever seen you. no clenched jaw or squeezed eyes or scrunched eyebrows. only a soft grin and naturally falling lids that melted him.
he finally let out a breath he had been holding and did his best to relax his tight muscles. he wrapped his free arm around your waist. his hand found warm comfort under your torso. your heart beat bounced slowly in his ear. exhaustion seemed to roll over him like a wave as you pulled the blankets over you two.
you were aware that newt wasn't the fondest of hugs and snuggles, so you denied yourself whenever you had the urge to pull him into your arms and whisper comforting things in his ears.
however, the longer you two spent time together, the more often you indulged yourself.
it was a lot of little things at first.
coming into newt's workspace while he was working after a day of you two being apart. you would wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss his cheek and the crook of his neck.
he would always be startled initially. he'd be stiff and sit as straight as possible. but after a glance at your tired smile he would relax his shoulders. "hello," his greeting would be quiet and raspy from working for so long and not talking to anyone.
"hi," your smile would leak through the vowel and infect his hypothalamus. the warmth of your words would brush over the hairs on his neck and make them stand as straight as he sat.
and the more you indulged yourself and he saw how happy it made you, the more he was tempted to enjoy it and initiate.
it would be the smallest of actions. ones that most wouldn't think twice about. but knowing newt so well, these "small" actions were giant leaps that brought warmth to your cheeks every time.
you would be sitting at the table, eating a bowl of oatmeal that had been drenched in brown sugar and berries. your eyes would be trained on the words and moving pictures on the daily prophet from that morning.
newt would come out from the hallway, rushing around to find his things before heading off to work or to search for a creature last minute.
getting up to wash your dish, he would stop you, wrapping a single arm around you (his other hand was full of his case and coat and dozens of other things he'd need in the day), wishing you good bye and a good day at work. a drunken-on-dopamine smile would sew itself into your features at the action as he rushed out the door.
and he always, always held you when you were down. he soon found it to be the only thing that really calmed you down.
he'd find you with a crease between your brow, shoulders as high as they physically could be, and tear stained skin.
he'd linger for a moment, taking in your distraught figure. "what - what happened?"
your sobs of nothing but random incoherent syllables smashed together would throw the option of words out the window, bringing him to wrap his arms around you and sit while you cried into his shoulder.
your arms would eventually make their way up the mountain of his body and make themselves comfortable on the cliff of his hips.
he holds you tight as your heart beat slowly calms and your gasp return to small hiccups. he would drag (practically carry) you over to your shared bed. his fingers would fly through your hair and his thumb would rub circles into your skin. he would lay with you until sleep finally found you and gave you the much needed rest you deserved.
regardless of his reactions and his general discomfort with physical touch, newt finds warmth and comfort in your touch specifically. despite his ever stiffening muscles, he loves when you brush his cheeks with your fingertips or subconsciously drew shapes into his forearms.
and he loves being able to find the confidence to hold you, which is a rare occasion for him. you love holding him and he loves being held by you.
but the moments where he can have an arm around your shoulder or waist were his special pleasures. times when you rested your head on his chest and let your eyes fall shut to the sound of his heart stuck out to him the most because of the rarity.
and you had to admit, you loved them a bit more as well.
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facettenherz · 5 months
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If Albus would still be with Gellert…
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innorin · 2 months
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not blooming lilac 🍃
                                ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
—  I was young. I was...
— Committed. To me. To us.
— No. I went along because...
— Because?
— Because I was in love with you.
— Yes.
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                                       ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
You cannot cling to dreams and dreams, forgetting about the present, forgetting about your life.
                                       ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
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                                   ˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
A person dies when the last memory of him dies
                                   ˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
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I saw a couple of pint art pieces on the Grindewald x Albus Dumbledore theme, and couldn’t resist a couple of collages. 😌
The title of the post is “unbloomed lilac” because this is how I associate the love of Albus and Gellert in their youth.
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