#theseus scamander smut imagine | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

strangerdangerwrites · 9 months

Text

the art of lies | t.s. (fantastic beasts) - chapter one

Summary: all your life you had been handling the dirty truth, and here he comes presenting you with his sweet lies.

Pairings: Theseus Scamander x Fem!Reader

genre: romance, mature audience intended

warnings: mature themes, implied sexual content, sexworker protagonist, pleasure house (brothel), smoking

the art of lies masterlist

IN THE ABSENCE OF DAYLIGHT, Paris comes alive, after all, it is known as the City of Love.

Love in the form of freshly picked flowers from the florist.

The sweetest chocolate that tickled your taste buds.

Hand-written poems that rivaled world-renowned poets.

A love so sweet and tender that it caresses you gently in the night

But that certainly wasn’t the truth, it never was. Love wasn’t like that.

Love was the thorns that hid beneath the roses.

Love was the bitter taste that lingered in your mouth after your first dark chocolate.

Love was the letter from lovers that had written goodbyes instead of ‘I’ll stay’.

Love was the harsh tug of your hair, the rough hands that hold your wrists, saying the words ‘You are so beautiful’ only when you are in the middle of the bed, spread willingly to the desires of man.

Here, in Paris, is nothing but filled with nights of debauchery where all senses are thrown out the window. The sickening smell of expensive perfume and wine drowning you in the world of sins. And Paris was notable for it, here you are free! Or so they say.

Truth be told, you could never be free, always staying in hiding from the Non-Magiques. And here you were indebted to your handler, Madame Blanche, the owner of the renowned luxurious Maison close ‘Amour Délicat’.

Like her name, the whites in her hair and the sharp look in her eyes tell her story. She was a former courtesan before and when the first war of the non-magiques happened there she learned something that would give birth to her only child, the Amour Délicat. When she shared the truth of what was happening in the world of the non-magiques to the Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France (Ministry of Magical Affairs of France), Madame Blanche was greatly compensated, and there from the ground up, she built her history.

Madame Blanche is far from the harsh and ruthless handlers in the non-magiques world of prostitution; she is commanding and ruthless. When she saw the reality of the world, it opened her mind to do whatever it takes to protect herself, and that is by being well-known that you create a sense of security in being seen. Here she opened her doors to those willing to work for her, at first, many were wary as to join and take employment, the look of disdain and gossip were indeed not for the faint of heart.

And you who had nothing to lose, took the first bite and jumped straight into death potion.

You, who only had your name and the clothes you wore on your back crawled straight inside Pandora’s box.

Madame Blanche had saved you, she had given you a roof, food, clothes, and the protection that you needed. The life you formerly had was long gone; it was all in the past, thrown into the sea to be forgotten.

And here you learn to be a great witch. She first-hand, had taught you how to be a legilimens, as her first courtesan, she has taught you how to traverse the mind easily, to learn secrets, and how to use them to your advantage.

“The most powerful of witches and wizards can all be defeated by the secrets they hide.”

While the other courtesans were only taught surface-level legilimency, you were a natural. Not only can you do it nonverbally and wandlessly, but you can also communicate with others telepathically. Madame Blanche had opened you to all possibilities, and with that, she entrusted you with the highest position of being her right hand.

And your skill at legilimens always comes at night when you bed another clientele. And in the middle of pure ecstasy, they reveal the truth unwillingly. Here in the dimmed candlelight, you walked through the halls of their mind unlocking every door with a skeleton key of your abilities. No matter how many layers, or how many locks they keep, trust you could open it with ease. Secrets like marital affairs, financial debt, graft and corruption, illegitimate children, crimes, enemies, first love, their favorite color, the last thing they ate, their thoughts at that very moment… you can see and feel. An out-of-body experience, stripping you naked from yourself, from what you are and who you were. Here you forgot you were even breathing.

You didn’t realize you had been lying on the bed still for the last few minutes, the house elf, Bernadette, had been looking at you worriedly, and in her hand was your dressing robe, colors almost like the blinding light.

“Was the man harsh on you today, Miss?” She asked, placing the mulberry silk robe on your hand. You gave her a small smile and shook your head. The faint marks of rope were the clear sign of your lies, yet you were accustomed to it.

“It is alright. Run my bath for me?” With a wave of her hand, the bed took itself towards the laundry room and came in a small golden tub that fit your frame. Muttering a spell it filled the tub with bubbles and water, you stood before it before hitting it with a wave of your wand. The gramophone in the room suddenly erupted into soulful jazz music. With a scrub and a bar of soap ready at hand, Bernadette tried to assist you but you declined. Stepping foot into the warm bubbly bath.

“I would like a moment alone.” You waved your hand as soon as the words left your mouth, the house elf knew to leave you to your own devices. You were a grown woman, a woman who has been doing these for the last decade. And whenever you tried to look into your future, all you could see were the grand walls that painted your very eyes, the moving wallpaper depicting fields of various white flowers, you were stuck in Amour Délicat for the last moments of your life. This was the only thing you will ever know. You were indebted and grateful to Madame Blanche, and that led to your loyalty. She protects you and everyone in the Maison close. Outside these walls was uncertainty.

In the hot water, you submerged yourself trying to wake yourself up to the fact that this is your life. Yet when the warm glow of the city, fireworks erupted the skyline, muffled by the water you sat straight to peer at the noise. Without even looking, you knew families were in their own homes, enclosed with the scent of pastries and the warmth of their own fireplace. It was just a few minutes before New Year's Eve, and here you were working. Alone, staring into the distance, craving the sense of a warm home.

Holding your knees close to your chest, you stared at the skyline as Muggles and Magical people alike celebrated the night with a bright display of fireworks.

Unbeknown to you, Clarice, the receptionist had been preventing the members of the British Ministry of Magic from stepping foot towards the quarters an hour before the new year would start.

“You cannot go inside; this is a private and respectable property,” Clarice spoke, her accent rushing the words as panic littered her veins. Her arm at ready with her own wand. The lounge was filled with thick air as the British aurors pointed their wand at the girl, not understanding a word she shouted.

Click-clack! Click-clack!

With every slow step, Madame Blanche descended the stairs.

“And what do you English want? Here to close Amour Délicat? You don’t have the right.” Madame Blanche boasts, looking at the men below with her chin pointed upwards. Looking at them one by one, the Madame could not read their minds, the British aurors have been trained in occlumency. Remaining calm, she stood on the balcony, overlooking the whole crowd below.

“We were looking for one of your workers. I believe they have the answers to the disappearance of one of the assistant delegates of the British Department of the International Confederation of Wizards.” Torquil Travers claimed, holding a photograph of a man in his middle 30s-40s.

Summoning the paper in the grasp of the Madame, she looked at the photograph intently, racking up all the lists of their clients. Without even showing hints of recognition, Madame had thrown the paper back into the hands of the aurors.

“I believe you must have a permit before we further your inquiries. If not, then leave.” Turning around, she waved a hand to open the large doors.

“We have it, signed and approved by your own Minister.” Stopping in her tracks, the auror walked up to the steps and held it right in front of the Madame’s face. Now a hint of annoyance was painted on her pointed brows.

“Come to my office, only I can accommodate two of you. Choose wisely.” Madame Blanche said in a cold tone, not even bothering to wait for aurors as she walked straight to the lift.

“Scamander! Come with me.” Travers could upon the young man, the older auror respected the young man’s abilities and thinking, after all, he was a respectable war hero.

Stepping into the lift, the walls were decorated with moving painted white flowers, the madame touched the button to the highest floor, and the black lining of the lift showed its elegance. As the Aurors stood behind her, eyes darted across each other in nervousness. The Brits showed no sign of anxiety, even if that was far from the truth, the Madame held an air of regalness suffocating them with the scent of floral perfume. As soon as the doors of the lift parted for her, the room was quite the luxury and beauty with its eclectic interior, engulfed with knick-knacks from travels, moving statues, paintings from famous muggles, and the large glass pane showing the night sky.

In the middle of the room was a velvet green chair, a large glass table, and a lone flower sitting in the golden vase.

“Sit.” She pointed toward the chair in front of her, while she remained standing encircling the room looking at the Englishman that disturbed her home.

“Our clients value discreteness, we simply could not disclose it easily… yet since you presented me with a hand-written note by our minister I must oblige to your request. Then talk, what is it that you want?”

“We are looking for Charles Moore. He has been in charge of communications with the French Ministry as a part of assistant delegate for our Ministry, he asked to be assigned here after the Muggle World War. The day he was posted to return, he didn’t. And we believe that in his letters to his sister, he claimed to be…”

Madame Blanche raised her eyebrow at Torquil Travers waiting for him to spit it out.

“In love.” Theseus replied. “He claims that he has found the love of life here in Paris and was planning to buy off her indenture. Or so we believe.”

Madame Blanche scoffed.

“There are many dames in Paris, and he chose to settle with a courtesan?” Madame Blanche laughed, making Travers find it humorous as well. In the keen eyes of Madame Blanche, he saw Theseus's brows turn into a frown before shifting back to biting his cheeks.

“Are you certain that it was in Amour Délicat?”

Theseus answered with a nod.

There were three letters in total from Charles Moore to his sister. And for the past few days, Theseus had been assigned to look for the exact description of the building. He alone took the time of the day, looking at details of every establishment and brothel in Paris, from the world of the muggles to hidden alcoves of the French Wizarding World. After 2 days, he had seen the exact description of the magnificent-looking walls lined with silver and the sweet nauseating scent of flowers, that’s when he knew this was it.

First Letter:

Dearest Ange,

I believe I have found the love of my life! No one is ever as beautiful as her. No amount of theatrics on the show could ever take my eyes off of her. She sat there like a flower, waiting for me.

As soon as the play was over, I tried to approach her. Tell her to take my hand and run away with me. Oh, Ange! I never felt something like this. This must be what love is. Yet, my heart turned to pieces when I saw her taking the arm of another man, walking together side-by-side as they left the theater. I trailed behind them, and saw the most luxurious of buildings, sparkled with silver linings and flowers decorating its walls. Then I stopped and stared, and the man left her there. That’s when I realized what it was… I know this might sound ridiculous, but she is working in the red-light district and with that, no amount of apprehension could hinder me. I know you would flip the whole house upside down, but Ange this is love. I am certain of it. No amount of your denial could keep me away from this.

From your darling brother, Charlie.

Second Letter:

Dear Angelique,

With the amount of your reply, I take that your silence was your approval.

Today, I took liquid courage to go ahead and talk to her. But the only way was that I had to pay a fortune. I walked to the receptionist with high hopes, and with her assistance, she immediately gave me a room. With flowers in hand, I waited for her only to get my hopes up when another girl walked into the room. I was filled with disappointment. I asked the lady of the night for the description of my love, and she claimed that she was part of the ‘bouquet de blanc’. First-time patrons' pocket money is not enough to gain an audience. And me being an assistant could only lead me to certain places, yet I will persevere.

Give me a few more days and I’ll be able to, no matter the cost.

From your brother, Charles.

Last Letter:

To my Darling Sister,

I hope this letter finds you well, I could not disclose to the ministry the cost of my expenses… but I found another way. Worry no more. Today, I will finally be able to talk to her.

The day that I return home is when she is with me.

From your loving brother.

Placing the letters right in front of the Madame of the house, with a lifted finger her smile faded into a scowl. Someone from the inside was spreading information about her courtesans; Bouquet de Blanc was valued in secrecy. This was a catalog of their courtesans that had regular high-paying patrons, and this was not open for viewing so easily. Patrons that were deemed valuable to her and her Maison close were accommodated, the pure-blooded noble families, higher ranking officials, royalty even. And someone from the lower ranks of her courtesans had their tongue quite willingly.

Waving her wand, she summoned a large logbook. There inside was information such as names, professions, ages, nationalities, and ranks of their patrons, of course, the courtesan they were assigned to. Whispering the name Charles Moore, it skimmed through the pages with ease, and there in bold letters was the name of the auror the Brits were looking for. Travers tried to peer at the other listed names, his curiosity taking the best of him.

“Curiosity is the lust of the mind, Mr. Travers. Why don’t you sit still, and I’ll call upon her.”

Closing the book harshly, Madame called upon Bernadette. Apparating next to her mistress, Madame Blanche whispered to call the girl. Nodding the house elf disappeared within a blink of an eye. Behind them, the elevator dinged, while the Madame tapped on the book with carefully manicured nails.

“It is New Year’s Eve; would you like to avail of our services? It can easily be arranged. I know it’s a long journey and your work for your ministry is greatly appreciated, it wouldn’t hurt to take the night off— to indulge yourself in your sensual desires.”

The older man shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Suddenly they were interrupted when the elevator doors dinged, signaling the arrival of the courtesan. Turning around a slender figure stepped foot in the room, She wore a long flowing green nightgown.

“Come in here and greet the Brits, Maeve. They would like to talk to you about Charles Moore.” Madame Blanche pointed to the aurors in front of her, the back of the courtesan’s neck grew in a cold sweat.

“I–I do not understand Madame Blanche. I didn’t do anything wrong! The man asked– and I swore that was the last of it, I told him what he wanted to hear.” The girl's pleading cries fell on deaf ears as the aurors could not understand what she was crying about. Theseus' eyes darted between Madame Blanche and the girl’s tear-stricken face. While Torquil Travers stood to show his authority, ready to apprehend the girl.

Within just a few seconds, Madame Blanche had already seen the inner linings of the girl’s mind. The fear registered in her thoughts while she traversed doors upon doors to look for the memories of the missing delegate, and right there she found what she was seeking.

In just a few quick strides, Madame Blanche towered over the girl with a look of disdain painted on her red lips. The old mistress, jaw held tightly as she wiped the tears of the girl. Only to hold the young girl’s face tightly, her long nails pierced through the delicate skin while she stared straight down into the young woman’s eyes with an intense look, unblinking.

“You may leave, pack your bags, and look for work elsewhere. I do not take it kindly to those willing to open their mouths willingly to my secrets. Bernadette, escort her out of here. I have found what I’m looking for.”

The girl refused as the house elf dragged the wailing girl back to the elevator, screams of ‘no’ echoed through the walls.

Travers, who was far too confused, shouted for the house elf to stop as the girl was a key witness. Even pointed his wand threateningly at the old mistress, ready to cast a stunning spell within the tips of his lips. The madame disarms him with a flick of her wand, his wand went flying right off his grasp and cluttered on the hardwood floor. Madame shook her head no when the auror Travers tried to pick it up.

“You’re a legilimens.” Theseus muttered; Madame Blanche turned around to face the man giving them a tight-lipped smile and nodded.

“Would you like to view the girl’s memory and be done with it? I need to run my business after all.” Offering to perform legilimency to project the memories to the aurors, they declined. They knew not to, after all, they too have secrets that protect their ministry.

“We decline. We, Aurors value our minds and do not open them so willingly.” Travers stated, still apprehensive of Madame Blanche. “But the girl needs to be questioned, we have to have her testimonials as to Moore’s disappearance.”

“Then you must trust my word because I too have my secrets to keep. That girl didn’t kill or cause his disappearance. He came in here one night, to question about the catalog of my courtesans and that was it–”

Cutting off the handler of the brothel, Theseus insisted; “Charles Moore stated in his letters about a ‘bouquet de blanc’. I hope that might ring a bell, after browsing through your catalog in the lobby earlier. I couldn’t find traces of this list, is this a secret that you are hiding from the ministry?”

Madame Blanche’s eyes narrowed at the young auror; her piercing ice-blue eyes almost looked like they could kill.

“No, of course not. My bouquet de blanc is the Amour Délicat trade secrets. I could not easily say it out loud for fear of our competitors copying what I built from the ground up. If you would like to browse that catalog, then let me— although I must say, we do not easily offer our services freely.” Walking towards a dark oak cabinet grabbing a large book with golden linings. Placing right back at the table, Madame Blanche flipped through the pages with images of different courtesans, and right on its last page was a picture of you.

“I believe she is the one he is asking for.” She pointed with a manicured finger, right before your name was a title given to you.

Queen of the Night; Night-blooming Cereus

You were smiling, looking right at the onlooker like it was destined. While others bashfully hid their eyes, sultry looking to get admirers, you didn’t need to do that. You had your charm, something that allures the onlookers to choose you. Madame Blanche tried to flip the page to show them another photograph of you leaving nothing to the imagination to the spectator, but Theseus stopped her.

“I think that is enough, could you summon her to talk to us.” Theseus declared with a cough, standing up to close the book and stepping right in front of Travers' line of sight. “Please.”

Madame Blanche smiled, this time it was far different. “I believe your permit only limited you to talk to one of the key witnesses… And since Mr. Moore was not a benefactor of bouquet de blanc, I know because I am the only bookkeeper of that catalog… you must pay a hefty price.”

Now, the Aurors were stuck in the beginning, only pieces of blocked paths. If Charles Moore was not on the list of high-ranking patrons, then they could only comply with the demands of the authority and right now it wasn’t them who was holding the winning cards. When Travers' authority gets threatened, he scoffs, ready to drag Theseus out of the old woman. Madame Blanche truly was a businesswoman, she played them a fool. Whether they get out of the establishment empty-handed, or with empty wallets was their choice. They could simply not arrest the old woman, this was out of their jurisdiction, they were out of their element and far from their own country, and they simply couldn’t do whatever they wanted.

“Either you pay full price, or you will tell me why such a simple assistant is being hunted down by the best Aurors of the British Ministry. Pick your price.” She sat arms folded right in front of her face, holding her chin while she grinned at the standing men.

Within a minute of no one budging, Travers' patience wavered. With a deep sigh, he faltered. With one last glance at Theseus, he held his head low.

“Charles Moore stole 4,000 galleons. We believe that he tried to buy her indenture and convince her to come to London with him.” Travers confessed. That was the half-truth, Theseus’ senior took out the part that it was from the subsidy for international affairs. And the way he stole it was undetected like he had some insiders to help him, they were now battling an unseen threat. They only noticed it was missing after 3 months, when Theseus looked at the accounts and noticed that something was awry.

Madame Blanche started laughing, “He believes he can buy off her indenture for 4,000 galleons. Oh, what a joke! That’ll only cost him half an hour at most”

When Madame Blanche stopped laughing, she pointed back to the lift doors. “Head to the floor below. I’ll tell her I sent you.” The aurors nodded and headed to leave only to be held when the Madame halted them to stop.

“You endanger my investment; I’d rather you stay here than be near one of my priceless courtesans.” She stated, pointing at the older auror. Theseus can see his senior jaw tightened, and the veins on his neck grew red in anger. Not only was the older auror disarmed, but he was also being held under surveillance in fear that he might endanger you, now his patience and authority wavered on thin ice, and his eyes clouded with anger.

“I’ll talk to her and I’ll find what we need.” Theseus whispered as soon as he stepped foot in the lift. The doors closed slowly; he saw Madame Blanche’s eyes watching the other auror like a hawk.

When the doors for the lift opened, what greeted him was a vast hall painted like the night sky. With a slight shift of his eyes, he can see the tiny freckles of stars that decorated a lone white door. Unlike the outside of the establishment, this seemed out of place with the flower motifs of Amour Délicat. Here he can feel the cold breeze of the winter night. Knocking on the white door, he called out to the name he had seen written on the catalog.

You who had been preoccupied with your thoughts; wishing to know the feeling of stepping out of your body, floating, freely, like the ghosts that linger down the dark alleys. Right outside the window, the streets erupted in cheers as they all greeted each other another happy new year. Drinking down the champagne that was given to you by a patron, noting a taste of toast and coffee and a subtle spice drowning out all your other senses. When the fireworks ended, you lay there looking at the skylight as the only glow of the light left was the moonlight.

A subtle knock started you as you let Bernadette waltz her way in. Her company and the cup of tea are greatly appreciated when your water has now gone cold. But instead of the house elf, what replaced her was someone far taller than her; there he stood only the silhouette of his slender frame seen.

Theseus didn’t expect what he saw, a lone woman basking in the golden tub, a melancholy look written in her eyes.

Sad. You looked sad.

The only sound that could be heard was the faint hum of the gramophone across the room and the muffled cheers that erupted right behind the glass windows. With the faint sparkle of light, you saw a slight frown on his face. Realizing your predicament, you went back to wearing the mask when you were at work.

“Would you like me to keep you company?” You asked, turning around delicately, careful not to show another ounce of skin. Tilting your head to one side and smiling at him, the same one he has seen in the photograph earlier.

When Theseus realized what you were implying, he held his hand and shook his head, showing you a metal badge indicating the words ‘auror’. You had a fair share of French aurors that came to you for a night, often playing the role of the captive and captor. What a lack of imagination, if this is the role he wants to play then so be it.

“You would like to play that role? I, the convict, and you the detainer. Would you like that darling?” You asked, ready to approach him when he realized what was happening, he turned around not to face your naked form. The tips of his ears went red in embarrassment.

“I didn’t come here for your service; I was sent here by Madame Blanche to question you. My name is Theseus Scamander, I was sent by the British Ministry of Magic.” He announced.

Ahh… A British Auror. You hummed and stood to grab the white robe and placed it on your body. Hearing the sound of faint footsteps, Theseus waited until you gave him a signal.

“I see… talk I don’t have all night to entertain you.” This time you put your weight and one foot, crossing your arms across your chest. Your hand laid steady on your wand.

Turning around, you pointed toward the chair that sat across from you, and he agreed to your request. As soon as he did, you went and grabbed the champagne you had been drinking earlier and procured another glass to pour him one. Placing it next to him, you stood in front of him and drank yours, waiting as he did too. Theseus eyed it suspiciously, but you continued to drink it on your own accord.

“A gift… something lighter than the fire whiskey.” You replied as you down the glass in one gulp. He nodded and carefully took a sip of his. You sat in front of him and grabbed the bottle to pour more down into your glass.

When he exhaled in satisfaction, you knew it tasted amazing. Theseus knew what you were doing, trying to lower his guard, not sitting to show you were in control, and intoxicating him to vulnerability. Yet, he remained calm, showing no signs of threat to you. If Madame Blanche was a legilimens, there was a high chance you were too, all he needed to do was throw you off his scent.

And just like he had predicted, right at the moment you tried to pry his mind. A knot on your brow formed when you stared intently at him.

‘You looked sad.’ Those were the thoughts that circled his mind, like a mantra. You can feel it. Feel him. It made you nauseous, the bile in your throat rose as his thoughts engraved into yours. No one had looked at you and thought you were sad; it was always beautiful. Sadness and you were never to be put in a sentence, and when his thoughts did it terrified you.

To be seen broken makes you fear. To be seen feeling sadness made the feeling of being stripped naked for the whole world to see. All your life, you had built these walls that made you stand on your own two feet. The ache in your mind becomes unbearable, you weren’t beautiful… underneath all the expensive clothes, and pearls that glittered your skin— you are crooked, battered with bruises, wrecked by time, your skin filthy with sin, you were a tragedy… a rotten work.

“Stop.” With gritted teeth, you fail to look at his eyes and his mind. A slip of the tongue made you realize what you had said out loud, that was all Theseus needed to know that you too are a legilimens. “State your purposes.”

Right in the pockets of his coat was the photograph of Charles Moore, he carefully placed it on the table in front of him waiting for you to pick it up.

“Do you recognize him?” He placed the picture within your line of sight. Pausing he tried to scope for your reaction. “It’s Charles Moore, an assistant delegate of the British Department of the International Confederation of Wizards.”

“He has been missing for months and the last contact we had from him was a letter to his sister, trying to have an audience with you.”

Your eyes examined Moore’s photograph. And minutes passed your silence almost became too heavy to Theseus's dislike, but he needed to thread your waters carefully, you were already agitated for unknown reasons.

“I believe I do not know who this person is.” You smiled and stared at Theseus, the first time you met his eyes after your outburst earlier.

He pointed out another slip of your strong facade right at its mark. “Yet you do not deny that you do recognize him.”

“Maybe I do… Maybe I don’t. It is possible he is one of my long lists of admirers, doesn’t erase the fact that I do not know him at all.”

“I highly doubt that. You’re a legilimens, and I am not; that is true. I need to know if you have met with him once, and if you are proven to be telling the truth then I would leave this room. But I can tell you’re lying. Skilled legilimens can procure memories into another person, and all I needed was the time and date, any people that were trailing him. Your truth is all I need.” He proposes.

“Or would you rather we do this the hard way? The choice is yours.” He leaned forward as his head rested on his knuckles.

“You give me the illusion of free choice when all you want is to pry my mind. Is there something you are not saying, Mister Scamander? Tell me the truth, what is in it for you? What would you get to look into the inner workings of my mind? You expect me to believe that you honestly want nothing else? Just my memory? I hardly doubt that.” Challenging his proposition, you leaned forward as your palms hit the glass table harshly with a loud slap, not before rebutting his claims. “Surely it could not be just you are looking for a testament, you wouldn’t work hard on that, all you needed is a vial of the strongest veritaserum and it would be done. Then why are you pushing hard to look into my mind?”

“You play a cruel game of trust.” He sighed, making you scoff. “Mr. Moore had said in his letters about how he will get the currency to meet you, his means to getting it is unsaid. And that was a clear sign that he needed someone to work with him to get that from a subsidiary of international affairs, you are simply a madman to be able to work alone. And all I need is— you. All I need is you.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“I need you to work with me. You knew better than just mere rumors, you knew everyone and could see their thoughts.”

Working with the British Ministry, consider it treason. Yet, you never were loyal to this land. Your loyalty lies elsewhere, it stays to those who have given you a sense of protection. Your loyalty is within Madame Blanche’s hands. Hands that remained choking you to stay.

Still, you let Mr. Scamander entertain you with his words.

“It would have to take you a valuable price, Mr. Scamander. I am an expensive woman, yet, I am considerate. Give me leverage and I will give you what you want.” That’s when he stopped and stared at the photo, avoiding any eye contact. “What could you possibly offer Mr. Scamander, tell me.”

You grinned as you took a sip at the champagne, just like a war, both of you had been disarming and hurting each other for the kill. Breaking down every barrier with a small slip-up of each other, both of you were professionals at your trades. He is an Auror, he knows how to spot lies and negotiate, give you the feeling of support to make you break down your armor. Meanwhile, you pride yourself on being a great liar, you know what to say to appear compliant, and you know how to adapt and play the games to your tide. Every word and sentence uttered until one of you would lose the battle of wits, one slip and the fallen would crash and burn.

Leaning back you gave him a smile, your wand procuring a cigarette that lay on the table. Placing it gently on your lips, the tip of your wand lit up a flame. With a deep inhale, you knew you were already winning the battle. You didn’t need to look into his mind, to know that he was fighting a losing war. His occlumency was far useless when the knot on his forehead and the jaunt of his chin told you he was conflicted.

“I have been offered riches that could fill De Nile, clothes that were woven from the rarest of silks, jewels that shone brighter than the sun, houses that housed thousands of rooms, paintings of the most beautiful landscapes, songs and sonnets about my beauty, the most exotics of creatures that lay hidden within the government’s grasp… Pray tell, what could a simple auror like you have that can overthrow all those proposals?”

He was silent, expression never changing. And no matter how hard you try to pry to look into his mind, it remains still like he is right in front of you.

“Safety.” Your smile faltered. “I offer you safety.”

You blinked and blinked. Trying hard not to show that your jaw was slack in silence; the timeliness of the gramophone hitting its ending notes was fitting. His words lay heavy on your mind.

Amour Délicat had always offered you protection, but never safety. Safety was a word often associated with emotional aspects that were never visible in your job, safety offered you the sense of never needing to keep your secrets in this line of work or needing not to utter a word that would be your downfall in these walls. Protection kept you free and sheltered from physical aspects and threats, like the two guards that trailed you whenever you needed to do outside work, or the walls that shielded you from the rain. Safety is a foreign word, way too foreign that it burns you with curiosity. A thrill you never experience on a silver platter. It gives you hope— and hope gives you greed. A greet that surpasses all material things known to man. You want to take it all, consume your being until all is left is the safety that you wanted, the safety of being able to walk free, to run away, the security of not needing to know that this is the place where you would meet your demise.

You knew how Madame Blanche worked, she took pride in knowing secrets and that is her leverage. And right now Madama Blanche would be none the wiser when you will take his deal. And there is one thing in the world that the Madame hated, and it is to not know anything at all.

“Give me your hand.”

“What?”

You held your hand to him and stood up, apprehensive he stood up as well taking your hand in his. Looking up into his eyes, you called upon the house elf. Bernadette immediately appeared right beside you.

“Don’t promise me empty words.”

“I won’t.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if we made an unbreakable vow.”

Your hold on his palm tightens, only to travel into his wrist. Without breaking eye contact you give him a minute to decide what his choice would be. Does he trust you enough to do it at the expense of his life, or would he rather fear being the one to dictate his actions?

His palm pressed tightly into your wrists, not like the rough hands that occupied your wrists hours ago, his hold was gentle, not imposing. Nodding at Bernadette, a thin tongue of flame issued at the tips of the house elf's fingertips and wound its way around both your and Theseus’ hands. It felt like a burning wire, keeping your skin aflame.

“Will you, Theseus Scamander, promise to provide my safety, as he and I work together?”

“I will.”

“Will you, abide by our oath, to only tell the truth to me?”

“I will.”

a/n: dialogue that is formatted like this “dialogue” is in French. i tried hard to make it one-shot i really did, buT I SIMPLY CANT SO HERE I GIVE YOU WORLD BUILDING AND MORE LORE UPON LORE ON THIS FIC.

#theseus scamander #theseus scamander x reader #theseus scamander x y/n #theseus scamander imagine #theseus scamander oneshot #theseus scamander fic #theseus scamander smut #theseus scamander x you #fantastic beasts fic #fantastic beasts imagine #fantastic beasts one shot #callum turner

666 notes · View notes

iridecsense · 1 year

Text

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.”

3K notes · View notes

msauthor · 10 days

Text

Does anyone use wattpad?

20 notes · View notes

exoticbabe69 · 2 years

Text

Theseus Scamander x reader

This is my first ever fic! Hope you enjoy! Making this a series🪄💗

✨Love is magical✨

You’re sitting in your office gazing at the stars outside, about to be off work. It’s winter in London, the weather outside is indeed frightful, snow is falling from the sky, and it might be the coldest night of the year but you don’t care because Christmas is only 20 days away! Yes, you were a sucker for Christmas, even though your family wasn’t Christian you just loved the Christmas spirit and everything that came with the heartwarming holiday. You moved to London about 6 months ago from the states. This was the first Christmas you’d be spending away from your family. And your ex who you broke up with before moving here because “long distance wasn’t going to work” for him, not to mention he flat out demanded you to quit your job. At this point you were basically over Peter (your ex) and that sadness that once filled your heart was now outpoured by curiosity for this new environment you were in. You liked London, sure the accents and lingo took some getting used to, but there was something magical about where you lived! You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but the city just twinkled with a spark that had to be other worldly.✨

You left work to take off on a dreadfully cold trip home. You had to take the trolley because your car was in the shop. Even though it was unbearably cold the beautiful bright lights, and Christmas decorations filled throughout the city took your breath away!

You entered the trolley only to see it filled with couples, it was cute, sweet even, but it also kinda reminded you that you were very single, which made you a little sad. You look down at your feet after noticing everyone staring at you (you thought it was because you were alone and felt awkward but in reality everyone was taken aback by your beauty). You were the prettiest girl in that town but you having an even prettier soul and heart of gold never paid much attention to looks, you just thought people were being nice when they’d compliment you.

As you stand looking down at your shoes wishing your car wasn’t in the shop you hear a deep voice with a strong British accent say “excuse me miss would you like to sit down?” You look up and see a tall gentleman with blue eyes, and curly short brown hair smile at you endearingly.

You smile back and say “I’m fine thanks.” He gets up and says “I insist” to which you look back again and say “no really I’m fine, my stop is coming up!” The trolley stops just in time for you to wave bye and hop off.

The trolley stranger doesn’t hesitate to follow you pretending that it was his stop as well (which you think is a bit strange).

“I’m Theseus by the way, Theseus Scamander” he says. You nod your head and continue to walk, sure you thought he was handsome but you’re wary about meeting literal strangers.

“Aren’t you going to tell me your name, miss” he says looking at you with almost puppy dog eyes, like he was a kid begging his Mom for that delicious piece of candy she wouldn’t let him have.

“I’m y/n, y/ln,” you say, as you both stop. His eyes filled with delight and amazement “ah what a beautiful name, almost as beautiful as you miss y/n.”

You smile “thank you Theseus….so was this really your stop?” (Asked with suspicion in your voice).

He laughs “I’ll be perfectly honest, it wasn’t but I couldn’t pass up the chance of knowing your name.” You blush, and start walking again.

He walks briskly to keep up with you “so if I may ask, do you live here, in London?”

“Yes I moved here not long ago for work, how about you?”

“Yes I live here as well, all my life actually!”

“Oh and what do you do for work?” You ask.

“I’m head aur- *he stops himself mid sentence* “head of the architecture department.” He says nervously hoping you wouldn’t notice that he meant to say head auror at the ministry of magic.

You didn’t notice though, you just thought he was a bit goofy, but you like goofy, you were goofy yourself, and suddenly you found this stranger somewhat charming.

Theseus insists on letting him walk you home to make sure you get there safely. You chuckle “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.” He pauses and looks at you with the most sincere stare “please y/n, you can trust me.” For some reason the warmth in his eyes made you feel safe, at ease almost, and you believed him.

So you both continue and the entire way you’re laughing, and talking about your life stories. It was easy with him. Finally you make it to your door “well this is me” you say. Theseus becomes sad realizing that your time together has come to an end. “Thank you for the company Theseus,” you say before turning away.

As you’re walking into your home he yells ‘Y/n wait!!” “Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow? Please! I insist! I’d love to take you out and show you around town!”

You look back and smile “sure, I’d love that, stop by around 6.”

Theseus literally jumps for joy thinking you didn’t notice but oh you did, you bust out laughing and his cheeks flush a bright red. “You’re cute” you say blowing him a kiss good bye and locking the door behind you.

You swoon as soon as you walk in and slide your back on the door. A rush of what feels like magic takes over your body, and you’re basking in the glow of your first post break up crush.

256 notes · View notes

leahsflwer · 24 days

Text

[IN THE MAKING]

#hufflepuff #fluff #angst #smut #imagine #preferences #imagines #cedric diggory #nymphadora tonks #newt scamander #theseus scamander

4 notes · View notes

laceswan · 10 months

Text

Fic Recommendations <3

Stray Kids

1-am, Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, fluff-@northsoulss

Closer than Friends, Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, fluff- @dreamescapeswriting

Invisible Ties, Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff- @starseungs

7:30 pm, Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, so much fluff- @dreamyyeosang

Lipgloss, Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, angst, fluff ending- @hanjisick

Movies, photographer!Kim Seungmin x model!gn!reader, angst, fluff ending- @comet-falls

Wanted if Forever, Kim Seungmin x fem!reader, angst, fluff ending, hurt/comfort- @miel-ji

(Untitled Christmas headcannons), Kim Seungmin x fem!reader, fluff- @sunboki

Dense, Bang Chan x fem!reader, angst- @sunwoowrites

Yeah, Flowers Follow, Seo Changbin x florist!fem!reader, fluff- @catiuskaa

Breakup HCs, Maknae line (hyung line is linked) x fem!reader, ANGST- @dazed—xx

Soft hours tag @rachalixie

Stray Kids Fic Rec List @insidetheravens

Ateez

(Untitled first kiss drabble), Choi San x gn!reader, fluff, mild spice- @bubblyyeonjun

i'm glad i have you with me, Choi San x fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, childhood friends to lovers, slow burn- @mybelovedwoo

Hunger Games

Harry Potter

Hidden Messages in Foreign Languages, Regulus Black x fem!reader, fluff- @applebutter-and-cinnamon

Sleepy, Regulus Black x gn!reader, fluff- @queerpumpkinnn

so tired, Regulus Black x gn!reader, hurt/comfort- @gilmore-angel

Falling, Regulus Black x fem!ravenclaw!reader, fluff- @ardisia-florence-james

Kissing with Regulus Black would include, Regulus Black x fem!reader, fluff- @angelblacksmith

The Brothers Black, Regulus Black x fem!reader, slight angst, fluff- @sufferingstarlight

A Snake and his Little Bird, Regulus Black x fem!sunshine!reader, some angst, hurt/comfort- @robynlilyblack

Regulus Black Masterlist- @messers-moony

Deadly Favors, Theseus Scamander x gn!reader, angst, fluff ending- @spideyharrington

The Legend of Vox Machina (Critical Role)

(Untitled proposal fic), Percy de Rolo x gn!reader, fluff- @saphirered

Floriography, Percy de Rolo x fem!OC, fluff- @leopardfang15

In the Glade, Percy de Rolo x gn!reader, fluff- @finn-writes-stuff

Mha

Your Soldier, Knight!Takami Keigo x Princess!reader, Royalty AU, fluff- @livlivlivliv

Crimson and Cloves, Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader, Hanahaki AU, angst- @gcpards

(Untitled drabble), Shinsou Hitoshi x gn!reader, so much angst, major character death, fluff ending- @alienaiver

Iida Tenya Masterlist, CONTAINS SOME SMUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED- @lovinkiri

Haikyuu

HQ Masterlist- @215-luv

HQ Imagines Masterlist- @arhvste

(Untitled drabble), Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader, fluff- @kentolove

Touch-Averse, Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff ending- @watevermelon

You Look Pretty When You Do the Laundry, Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader, fluff- @otoyastoy

I Need to Talk to You, Akaashi Keiji x fem!reader, fluff- @otoyastoy

JuJutsu Kaisen

Sweet Love, Nanami Kento x gn!reader, fluff- @haruchuiyo

Kitchen Charm, Domestic!Nanami Kento x gn!reader, fluff- @itsfairly

Masterlist, CONTAINS SOME SMUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED- @kentosbabes

rich bf nanami headcannons, Nanami Kento x impliedfem!reader, fluff- @kiyoily

Star Wars

If Only pt. 1 (part 2 is linked), Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!reader, angst- @make-me-imagine

(Untitled breakup drabble), Poe Dameron x gn!reader, angst- @never—doubt

The Arrival of the Pilots, Poe Dameron x gn!reader, mild angst, fluff- @gawaaine

Twilight

Insomnia, Jasper Hale x fem!human!reader, fluff- @junkdrawerfics

Heartbeat, Jasper Hale x fem!human!reader, fluff- @3vergr3en

Squid Game

Eliminated, Hwang Junho x gn!reader, fluff- @sweetenercode

Dating HCs, Hwang Junho x fem!not korean!reader, fluff- @sophiewritesworld

The World Will Suffer, Hwang Junho x gn!reader, angst- @philomaay

Dating HCs, Hwang Junho x gn!reader, fluff- @saebyeoked

Real People

when you fall asleep, Chris Evans x actress!reader, fluff- @imyourbratzdoll

#fic rec #rec list #skz fic recs #vox machina #tlovm #tlovm fic recs #regulus black #regulus black fic recs #Poe Dameron #Poe Dameron fic recs #x reader fic recs #Skz x reader #regulus black x reader #poe dameron x reader

152 notes · View notes

luminouslywriting · 2 years

Text

Rules/Characters I Write For

1. I will not be writing any smut, so don't ask for it....spice on the other hand (totally allowed :)

2. All imagines will be directed towards the reader who is a female or gender neutral. This means I AM NOT inserting names or personalized characters that you, the reader comes up with.

Example: Y/N can be the sibling of (insert character), but she/they will not have a name that you request

Bad Example: Lyssa is the sister of (insert character), and here's her entire backstory...etc.

3. Please be respectful and don't steal from me. It takes me time to come up with these ideas.

4. I have the right to reject any requests/imagines/preferences that I feel uncomfortable writing about.

5.. Your request may require me to get more information from you about the idea you have or the character you want said reader to end up with.

6. Occasionally I do talk about mature subjects such as depression, self-harm, eating disorders, bullying, etc. I will have trigger warnings posted at the beginning of each chapter.

7. I am in college and this takes me a long time to write out sometimes. Please be patient and understanding.

Characters I Write For:

MCU: (Note that I will do familial/platonic female characters x reader)

Example: (Can I get a Natasha Romanoff x daughter reader?)

-Tony Stark

-Steve Rogers

-Peter Parker

-Thor

-Loki

-Bucky Barnes

-Scott Lang

-T'Challa

-Moon Knight

(Note that I will do Agents of Shield Team imagines, that means it's not relationships, but the entire team) Example: (Can I get a AOS team x anxious reader?)

(Also accepting requests for Alex Summers/Havok)

BATFAMILY: (Note that I will do familial/platonic female characters x reader) (These will include Kate Kane, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, and Selina Kyle)

-Bruce Wayne (Gotham and other versions)

-Dick Grayson

-Jason Todd

-Tim Drake

-Damian Wayne

YOUNG JUSTICE/Live Action Titans/Teen Titans

-Dick Grayson

-Wally West

-Conner Kent

-Roy Harper

-Tim Drake

-Bart Allen

-Team Imagines (As a group, usually platonic)

-Female YJ Characters in familial or platonic ways

-Robin (Teen Titans Version)

-Nightwing (Titans)

-Jason Todd (Titans)

-Garfield Logan (Titans)

-Superboy (Titans)

NARNIA: (NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)

-Peter Pevensie

-Edmund Pevensie

-Caspian

-The Pevensie Siblings (platonically or familial)

PERCY JACKSON: (NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)

-Percy Jackson

-Luke Castellan

-Jason Grace

-Leo Valdez

-Frank Zhang

-The 7

-Any other characters will have to be specifically requested and I reserve the right to reject the request

HARRY POTTER: NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)

-Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Golden Trio Era (Group/platonic)

-Newt Scamander

-Theseus Scamander

-Scamander Era (Group/Platonic)

-James Potter

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Regulus Black

-Marauders Era (Group/Platonic)

STAR WARS: NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS, INCLUDES: LEIA, PADME, AHSOKA, REY, HERA, SABINE, AND OTHERS IF SPECIFIED)

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Anakin Skywalker

-Kanan Jarrus/Caleb Dume

-Ezra Bridger

-Luke Skywalker

-Han Solo

-Finn

-Poe Dameron

-Kylo Ren

-Prequels Trio (Platonically): Obi-Wan, Anakin, Padme

-Original Trio (Platonically): Leia, Luke, and Han

-Sequels Trio (Platonically: Rey, Finn, and Poe

STRANGER THINGS: (NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)

Note that 90% of these will be friendship x readers

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-The kids (Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, and Erica) (WILL BE PLATONIC/SIBLING/FRIENDSHIP)

#starwars #youngjustice #marvel #harrypotter #percyjackson #narnia #batfam

5 notes · View notes

xmalereader · 3 years

Text

Welcome to my Male Reader Blog!!

『 MASTERLIST 』

『 PLEASE READ WARNINGS ON STORIES!! 』

All stories are Available! Some links might not work, but blog is kept clean and organized for easy access to all fic works!

Reblog Account: @xmalereader-reblogs

412 notes · View notes

ingeniouscollectionthing · 4 years

Note

please continue with your tom riddle smuts omg they are so good!!!

thank you!! i'm trying :)! I'm still kinda sitting infront of blank sheets of paper because my brain won't work the way I want it to... There are still soo many requests and already new ones in my inbox and I already feel so bad for not coming up with new ideas and kinda not fulfilling your wishes, but know that I'm trying to write.. I just need some time to get brain into creative mode again... I'm really sorry :(

~ ingeniouscollectionthing 🐍

#tom riddle #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle imagines #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle smut #harry potter x reader #harry potter fluff #harry potter smut #smut #newt scamander #theseus scamander x you #theseus scamander smut #theseus scamander imagine #theseus scamander x reader #theseus x reader #fluff

100 notes · View notes

strangerdangerwrites · 9 months

Text

the art of lies | t.s. (fantastic beasts) - chapter two

Chapter Summary: real partnerships need faux relationships.

Pairings: Theseus Scamander x Fem!Reader

genre: romance, mature audience intended

warnings: mature themes, implied sexual content, sexworker protagonist, pleasure house (brothel), smoking

the art of lies masterlist

YOU CAN TELL A LOT ABOUT A PERSON by the way of their touch.

Is it comforting? Like a mother who eases their child about the bruise on their knees.

Is it skilled? Like the pianist who is adept at playing the key to a composition.

Is it warm? Like the embrace of a friend whom you have not seen in years.

Is it tender? Like the palm of the lover carefully caressing your cheek.

Or is it dominating? Like the hands holding your neck, making you gasp for air while you could only comply.

Every breath you take, clawing at the hands that tighten with every passing minute. Strangling you until all you see are the ceilings painted like the night sky, it would be your deepest desire to be held so gently, not like this. Not like this. Your lungs burning with every passing second, reaching for anything, a small gasp of wind would be enough to suffice. The only thing that registered in your mind was how hard your heart was beating out of your chest. One more tightened grip and it would be your last breath, your feet wriggled right under his grasp, tears welling out of yours. You didn’t even know you could cry.

You didn’t want it to end like this, to be seen unsightly. To lie cold on the white sheets, eyes with a blank glassy stare and tear stains on your cheeks. The tell-tale sign that you were once alive is gone with your last breath. You didn’t want it to end like this… You were a fighter— you were fighting for a semblance of a home, the warmth, and the pure love.

With a gasp, you tapped on the arms that held your neck, trying to push off the undesired touch. You grabbed them harshly, as if your life depended on it, and pushed them off your frame. You sat still and coughed, the air you desperately wished went back to your senses slowly. You were alive. You are alive, Feeling the pulse of your veins right beneath your bruised neck.

The man on the sofa whispered but words fell on deaf ears, he muttered something, and all you could do was hum. Unlike earlier, the rough hands by your neck weren’t like the soft kisses he left on your shoulder, leaving the feeling of ice on your skin.

“I said tell me the truth. Did I hurt you?” He asked, warm breath tickling your skin. Looking right at your shoulder his arms circled your waist as he inhaled your scent.

“You didn’t.” Intense eyes looked right back at you. His once-slicked-back hair was ruffled lying flat on his forehead, he looked at you. Scoping your reaction once more but nodded, nonetheless.

Lies. Lies. Lies. It comes naturally to you, like breathing.

And only one person had caught on to your lies. You take pride in having a knack for the art of deceptiveness, yet when Theseus Scamander looked at you, he knew that you had recognized Charles Moore. Mr. Scamander was far too perceptive and smart for his good, his nobleness would only lead to trouble.

The truth is it wasn’t even in the Amour Délicat that you had first met the missing assistant delegate, his thoughts were loud and clear, unbearable with the thought of your beauty.

‘She’s beautiful.’ The words you have seen a thousand times.

And for the second time, Charles Moore presented himself in front of you, right in front of a jewelry shop, he held a flashy ring that glittered in the sun. You tried to look at your surroundings, to look for the people that accompanied courtesans every time you had to go out for help. But you couldn’t feel or see them, strange.

“Run away with me. I’ll make you the happiest woman on earth.” Charles Moore proposed, kneeling on one knee as a crowd of onlookers looked at the spectacle expecting you to say yes.

“I do not even know you; you must have had the wrong person.” You said as you turned around to walk another block, trying to get away from his hands as he tried to reach you.

“You don’t understand, I am in love with you! You are the woman of my dreams. Why are you running away from me? I am your true love!” Your heart hammered in your chest; you couldn’t risk losing your job by creating a scene in front of the crowd. Madame Blanche kept you her secret, a weapon to investigate secrets and he is risking it by following you.

When you have reached the dark alleys of Paris, streets that looked at you in hunger, you were sent back to a dark time where you had no roof over your head. You have seen life and decay in these very streets. It felt like you were back from where your stomach growled in hunger as you stared at the windows of a bakery begging for a piece of bread. You felt your lungs tightening in your chest like an incarcerous spell had taken hold of your chest, squeezing it until panic littered your veins. Your eyes darted at the crowd, looking for the protection that you desperately craved. Suddenly, multiple people stood in front of you, dressed in shabby clothing. They had followed you, looking at you with disdain asking if you were acquainted with the man earlier, you shook your head no as tears threatened to spill in your eyes, only for them to grab your arms harshly. Every spell of protection flew over your head as your heart still hammered in your chest, stunning stem into their place you ran. The soles of your feet were sore and when you were back to the familiar streets of the red-light district, back to Amour Délicat, you could finally breathe. You stood there for what felt like a lifetime, only to hear the panicked breaths of people who were supposed to protect you.

That is the memory you had shown Theseus, who is now sitting on the sofa with his head propped up on a soft pillow looking at the ceilings while dissecting every memory of the encounter, For someone to force their memory on you it would hurt for the first time. You muttered a healing spell to ease his pain, while he lay on the soft velvet seats, collecting his thoughts.

“I would say that you are quite indeed a great liar, but the first time you looked at me I knew you were lying.” He said with a cheeky grin. Proud that he had seen through your facade of lies. His eyes remained closed, and you frowned.

“What gave it away?”

“Your eyes. My mother said you can see a lot of a person through their eyes, that’s why Hippogriffs only respect you if you look right into their eyes. And you didn’t with me, you covered yours with a smile.” Opening his eyes, he looked right back at you. “And that is your flaw, you’re too good of a liar that lies upon lies is the tell-tale that you are hiding something.”

What a funny thing, you failed to be the greatest deceiver. Now you were only obligated to an oath of truth to Theseus Scamander. You were a mere pawn in this game, all your life you were, and to be presented with a ticket out, you became a feral dog ready to taste the sense of freedom. Your truth is hard to come by because all you knew were lies. And the way he had you right wrapped around his fingers was a sure new record of low for you, what a pity you were. Madame Blanche would sure be ashamed. You and your rotten judgment would lead to your demise; you were certain.

Yet, he vowed for your safety. All that needs to be done is you get information as you’ve always done before. Gather secrets and tell him what he wants, that would be easy. The only obstacle was how you would communicate discreetly, all he needed to do was be within your vicinity for you to use legilimens to him. But, how, he couldn’t simply use his account to buy your time, he significantly declined that idea. His righteous beliefs prevented him from using you for that kind of service, ‘We are working together, you don’t need to think about ways to please me. Your help is fine.’ he says.

Madame Blanche would become too curious, too prying as to why the British auror had come to take you, therefore you settled on an agreement, every time you had to go out, he would trail by the shadows until both of you were all alone he would get the information he wanted.

You would ease into Mr. Scamander’s mind gently, give him the truth that he wanted.

The man that lay on your sofa slowly unwrapped his arms around your waist. It was becoming a common occurrence for you to be lost in thought. Being deep into your head, made you make plans for the imminent future, like what would you or where would you go questions have circled your mind. Daydreaming has now been a habit that distracts you and makes you hope, and having hope is a dangerous thing.

You even forgot it was not Mr. Scamander in the room with you but a regular patron of yours, whose name you were forced to remember since he was a high-paying clientele. Pierre Baudelaire, the next-inline as the Duke of Baudelaire, a part of the royalty of pure-blooded families. And you were nothing but his mistress.

If you squint your eye, you would’ve thought it was the figure of a certain auror, something your mind didn’t expect it to play. Buttoning his suit with ease, Baudelaire acquires an extravagant box in his coat pocket. He kneeled right in front of you and grabbed your hand in his.

“What is this?”

“A gift.”

“I don’t think I can accept—”

“Take it.”

Your hands fiddled with the box unwillingly, his palms pressed to it tightly, not giving you the choice to reject his offer. Nonetheless, you smiled at him not before you grabbed your robe and walked with him as he went to say his goodbyes.

With one last look, he turned around to step in front of you. His deep green eyes stared at you unblinking not before holding your neck, lightly this time. With his thumb, he tilted your head up at him not before giving you a kiss. Closing your eyes and the hold on your neck slowly tightened. The feel of your pulse right beneath his skin, you willed your heart to remain calm, afraid that the repeat earlier would happen again.

The touch of authority is evident in the way he holds your neck, making you want to submit to his desires that are still not satisfied. Back then you would’ve let them, it was your job after all. You would’ve been your ruin, a tool of satisfaction but now you feared. You fantasize about life outside these very caging walls. Back then, you would’ve been fine if your last dying breath was in between the sheets, and the taste of freedom far from your mind. But now it is different.

When the lift doors closed behind him and your clientele for the day had gone, you gave a tired sigh and rested your back among the door frames. Your hand touched your neck feeling the faint bruise slowly starting to burn, by the time you would have looked in the mirror you were sure that it would’ve been dark red. Going back inside the room, other elves started appearing and cleaning the room from the ground up. And at the corner of your eye, Bernadette gave you a comforting smile. A cup of tea in her hand

“I hope I didn’t take long. Bernadette.” Grabbing the warm cup of tea in hand, the crushed leaves provided you with the comfort that you needed. You muttered a ‘thank you’ not before hearing the creaking wall opening behind you. You followed her as both of you walked towards the hidden door in the room, the bricked walled lead you downstairs to the common rooms and large dining hall for every courtesan. Loud chatter and boisterous laughter could be heard echoing on your way down.

As soon as you opened the large lounge where every staff and courtesan lazed around; there they talked about rumors of their own, happenings on the street, and what the client of the day did. Passing by some who flaunted their lover’s gift as they giggled at the thought of love. Not before you get stares of your own; thoughts you could hear loud and clear about how you were the cause of Maeve’s disposal. Not even caring that their voices were loud whispers.

If Maeve didn’t run her tattle tale mouth, then would have still been working here, It was not your fault she grew jealous of your status as the right hand. She did it to herself, you were merely a vessel to her downfall. At first, that former courtesan acted like you were the best of friends, clinging to you to make her status higher but you knew not to make friends; you could hear and see the disdain in her thoughts as soon as she saw you. Thoughts about how undeserving you were, and that you were never special to begin with. And when she realized that you were unapproachable and someone who never let her secrets slip, she knew that you would never open up.

“Why did Maeve get to be punished, she should’ve been the one who left.” A comment that went past your ears. You paid no reaction and continued your way back to your room, all you needed to do was get out and talk to Theseus, passing him a piece of crucial information about how you were being trailed these last few days and how Maeve held no contact after being laid off by Madame Blanche. No letters to her friends in Amour Délicat, which is unlike her character at all. She liked to gossip and was often associated with the one who made the nasty comment about you, and to not get a peep out of the former courtesan was unlikely. Very unusual.

Passing down rooms until you reach the final door. Courtesans from Bouquet de Blanc had different sets of rooms. You were never placed to bed in the lower ground rooms, where one hall five people are being accommodated in their respective rooms, you stayed on the upper floors where a singular door resides. There were clothes designated for you to wear, to not lose their status, and you were only required to wear white, a sign of purity when the truth is you are embedded with sins.

Opening the door, what greeted you was a simple room. No knick-knacks, just all the necessities to be considered a bedroom. There were no high ceilings or chandeliers like the room upstairs that decorated this simple abode. The only splash of the decor was the potted Epiphyllum oxypetalum residing at the dresser, its buds still not formed. It was charmed to be water daily while you were occupied by other means, you never miss it when it blooms once a year. This plant was a gift from the Madame, every courtesan had a flower designated to be their own identity. A cruel reminder that this is who you are in the establishment of Madame Blanche. A flower in her bouquet of courtesans.

Bernadette who has been by your side all this time summoned the golden tub, and immediately you succumb to cleaning yourself hastily. You scrubbed hard while the water still flowed to a full; Bernadette rushed as well as she poured an essence of floral shampoo right into your hair. The house elf saw the forming bruise right at your neck and touched it gently.

“Again? Please be careful around men like that Miss.” You flinched when her cold hands touched the sensitive skin, she whispered a healing spell. You could only nod as you hurried to dress yourself, in simple clothes, something inconspicuous.

“Are you meeting the auror again?” Bernadette asked. Worry was written all over her face.

“I have to, this— this contract is an opportunity I could simply not pass. When the time comes, I’ll make sure that you’ll come with me to be free. And this is the only reason for that to happen, trust me. Please.” Kneeling right in front of the house elf, she caressed your cheek and wiped the worry off your face. Bernadette nodded and put a tight lip on her lips signifying her silence. The house elf that you have trusted your whole life, embraced you in a hug like a doting mother would.

The truth is Bernadette is your only friend, she is the only other person you ever trusted and cared for. When the world turned their eyes with disgust at you, it was empathy and a cup of warm tea that she offered. Bernadette took care of you as a loving mother would; not that you knew what it's like to feel a mother’s touch. It was she who gave you warmth, and sincerity. And even if you are not related by blood, the bond you have with each other is irreplaceable.

“What would you do if she asks?”

“I’ll think of something, don’t worry.”

“Stay safe.”

“I will.”

Walking towards the back doors, you stopped at the guard’s quarters to call upon Chen and Marc. The men who were assigned to watch your every move whenever you are needed outside. They did not only to keep you from harm but to prevent you from running away. Those were Madame Blanche’s orders.

“Are we too lazy to go outside boys?” You crossed your arms across your chest and looked at their round of poker game. Groaning, the two boys sat their cards down to fold. And just by hearing their thoughts out loud, they were dejected. Placing their cards down, they begrudgingly stood to follow you, calling out to their other mates about continuing the game later.

“Where are we going today, Miss? Another theater or a trip to see the Seine?” Chen enthusiastically asked.

Chen and Marc were great at their job, they knew to keep tabs on all behavior and what to report to Madame Blanche as soon as the trip was done. You had been doing this for years, and with experience, you knew how to throw them off your scent easily. All you need is a place wherein utmost surveillance would become useless when faced with difficulty; for that to happen you need an obstacle, an obstacle called the non-magiques. With the planned rendezvous in mind, you hummed not even trying to act overly giddy at the thought.

“We are going to the non-magiques golden district, the Champs-Élysées Avenue.” With a loud choking sound, followed by a slap on the back you walked towards the double doors. The feeling of air right on your skin made you elated.

“What for?”

“I need a look… a look on how to be the perfect bride.”

For the non-magiques it would take them 10-12 hours to travel to Champs-Élysées Avenue from the Amour Délicat, but apparition came easy to you and there are portkeys scattered in Paris. Besides, the farther you are in Amour Délicat the better. You didn’t need prying eyes or ears to watch your every move, and besides the non-magiques tourists spots were certainly a beauty to look at, that was just an additional benefit. Marc and Chen could only comply with your demands as you looked at every boutique with wonder in your eyes. They were on edge and yet they couldn’t do anything about it, afraid that the Bureau des Aurors would show up any minute. They were not accustomed to traveling outside the wizarding walls, they were wary that they would be captured and jailed if they ever slipped and showed magic towards the non-magical people. Pinballs of sweat dripped to their forehead as their wands remained at the inside of their pocket, eyes darting across one another as they tried to remain calm.

“Did you hear about ‘Handcuff' Houdini? I believe he is now in Wales touring! How I wish I could’ve seen his magic again; my papa said it was like sorcery!” You nudged the thought loud and clear to the young boys who bumped past your escorts. Messing around a little more, you whispered the fear of sorcery in their veins.

Another group of elegant young ladies passed by this time their thoughts were merely pure coincidence.

“I’m excited, I’ll finally be able to go to Magic City.” You stopped to tap them on their shoulder, the girl stared up at you in wonder. You looked regal with your white coat and scarf, even in the eyes of the non-magiques you were a beauty to look at.

“Did you say Magic City? I don’t believe that I’ve been there, care to tell me where it is?” You asked, voice loud and clear for the eavesdropping escort to hear. “Yes— yes the one by rue de l'Université. Their dance halls have the most extravagant balls and celebrations. I heard that it is the most magical place here in Paris. We hope to see you there!”

“Is that so? Thank you and I do hope to see you too. Have a wonderful day!” You turned around at their pale faces and gave them a small smile.

“Do you think that is a wizard-owned location?” Chen approached you but you could only hum in uncertainty, placing doubts onto their heads.

“I don’t know… I do think it is.” Turning around, you smiled as you heard one of your escorts gulp nervously, whispering amongst themselves about this new development and how they would tell Madame Blanche. If it is a new competitor, then it would be a threat to the Madame’s establishment

“Come on Chen and Marc, you have to hurry we do not have all day.” You hurriedly walked, passing through throngs of people, widening the gap as the men behind you were slowly losing you among the crowd. As soon as you walked two blocks away, you walked inside the corner shop street.

Ready to welcome yourself in, the floral ambiance greeted your senses, the name of the boutique long forgotten when you realized what kind of establishment it was. Countless white bridal dresses decorated its walls, and mannequins stood still wearing expensive-looking gowns. In another life, you would’ve rejoiced to be a bride, but now you despised the color white.

White. Felt restricting; it reminded you of the control, the emptiness, the loneliness, and the lies. White made you feel empty.

“Welcome to ‘Love Affairs’. How may I help you today?” The boutique assistant's voice spooked you and immediately helped you to snap out of it. She guided you to a sofa that held champagne and a catalog. It almost made you nauseous to see the closed catalog staring straight back at you, you thought that if you scanned through its pages, you would see yourself and the price under your name. You held everything in your will to force the bile from coming out of your mouth. This place felt sickly, it reminded you of Amour Délicat.

But you remember Theseus, curse him for choosing something like this. Something that is triggering every parcel in your body to just run away. He had provided you with this exact location, a place wherein you can do it discreetly. He could not afford to use the hotels the Aurors were staying at, that would cause too much curiosity in his superior. And the tavern had too many curious eyes and ears, this place was the first best thing. A place where no one would look for you and you could come up with an alibi easily, here you know that Marc and Chen could not follow you or it would raise suspicion.

Mr. Scamander… Mr. Scamander was here. Forcing yourself to remain in control you asked, “I was wondering if an English man has come in here? He was supp—” Her eyes widened in delight before you could even finish your sentence.

“Oh, you must be his bride! What a wonderful couple you two are. Come with me!” She urged you to stand up and she grabbed your hand, almost dragging you up the stairs where you can look at the catalog of dresses privately.

A lone stylist stood in the middle of the room, entertaining a man who was slouched down on the couch. His knees showing signs of nervousness.

“His fiance is here!” The girl called out and Theseus looked at you, he expected you to not even show up but when you did his fear was lifted. He stood immediately, engulfing you in a tight embrace as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Your hand hovered right behind his back, wary of your touch on his. You were afraid that if you became too close, he would flinch and push you away. All it took you was a second to decide before giving him an embrace of equal force, not too harsh that your bones would crush and not too soft that the wind could blow you away.

With his voice in your ear and his hand carefully drawing circles into your back, he whispered. “We need to talk, they almost thought you stood me up.”

It did interesting things to you, his whisper felt like feathers on your back making you arch closer to him and parted your lips. You felt yourself tremble to his voice, almost wanting more; you almost wanted to be greedy and see where this would lead. You push back to stare at him, but this is not the time or place for it, you have a job. And your job is to give him the information that he needs, not your services but secrets; he needed your secrets. And you two were not alone.

Your palm caresses his cheek softly; “Follow my lead.”

Dropping your hand back to your side, you turned to stare at the stylist, the white streaks on her told of her age. She gave you a genuine smile, and in her thoughts, you could see her admiration. Slowly his hand left your back to stay right in his pockets, the warmth leaving as he did.

‘Just like me and my husband.’ The lady's thoughts circled in your mind as her finger fiddled with her own ring.

You formally introduce yourself and shake the stylist’s hand, flattering your eyes. Like stepping in front of an opera house, you performed another lie of a lifetime.

“I had to apologize, I had to run an errand. It is hard to plan a wedding with only two people.” You gave them your made-up story, how quickly and easily it came to you.

Theseus would’ve thought it was true, but he knew your truth. Your contract was to only tell him the truth and to be seen on the other side of your white lies, he knew not to meddle with an expert at hand. You were far too quick on your feet to lie between your teeth, it came easy to you. He admired you for that, you would make a great auror.

“The way your husband came here was uncertain, we almost pushed him out of our boutique. He was a nervous wreck. Now that I know why he is like that, your case is something unheard of, we always thought that the groom would only see the bride’s dress at the wedding, not the planning. Yet, you do not need to worry about anything, we'll make sure that this is a wedding you’ll never forget.”

Theseus stepped to your left and closed your hand in his, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles, hiding the view of your ringless finger from the spectators in front of you. “We wanted it to be private, just the two of us against the world.” He declared, and the boutique’s assistant swooned at the thought of pure love.

“Ah, then why don’t you let us do the magic, all you must do is trust us and we will surprise you with the collection suited for someone like you. We will not leave you disappointed.” The stylist said as she closed the catalog and ushered the young assistant down the stairs.

With the given privacy, you immediately walked toward the round-stage podium and closed the curtains surrounding it, not before dragging Theseus inside. Charming a muting spell in the vicinity, you looked up at him with seriousness plastered on your face. Now you were back to business, putting down the facade of pretending to be husband and wife.

He fiddled with something in his inner breast pocket. “Take this.”

In his hand, a small dainty ring resides. It didn’t need the most expensive of gems to look beautiful as it glittered through the sun's rays. The golden band protected the one moonstone right in its middle, it looked beautiful and delicate.

Not even realizing that you were traversing his mind, you found a memory behind it. It was his mother’s ring. In his head, you saw him in front of the dining table along with his mother passing that very ring with a smile on her face, her small freckles dusted on her cheeks looking the same as her son. You can see her muttering the words ‘When the time comes, I know you’ll give it to the right person.” His mother placed the ring in his hand and closed it tightly. You can see him being apprehensive but with one last look, he thanked his mother and hugged her.

“This is your mother’s. Mr. Scamander— I–I don’t think I am the right person for this.” You muttered, eyes darting back to his eyes. The palm of his hand was left unoccupied with the ring as you didn’t even want to touch something so special to him, afraid that your ruination would cause its destruction. Your heart was pounding loudly, mind muddled with the unknown as the thoughts of all people within 50 meters became one. The voices all came at you at once as the white noise grew louder. You were breathing heavily, your hand slapped right into your ears to make the voices of the people stop.

His eyes grew worried, as he held your hand beside your head. Muttering. He was muttering something. You stared at his lips as you leaned closely.

“They’ll think you’re lying if you are not wearing the ring.”

“Oh... Yes of course.”

You expected he was giving it to you as an act of commitment, but his thoughts were loud and clear, you just didn’t expect the disappointment that followed. Placing the ring onto your right hand, not before he stopped to carefully hold your hand and place it on your left ring finger.

“Vena Amoris. Vein of Love. You wear it on your left, closer to your heart.” He whispered, realizing what your implication meant. Air thick with tension and uncertainty made you step back, giving distance and formality once more. This is a job, you don’t meddle with a personal relationship with it; you should know better than that.

Clearing your throat, eyes avoiding his stare as his mouth opened and closed, trying to pull the words right out of his mouth.

“Should we start? We can’t afford to lose time by dallying around.” As professional as ever, you procure your wand to show him the memory. Shaking his head, he nodded and stood straight closing his eyes, as he waited for you to push the memory into his mind.

In this memory, you gave him the exact faces of the people who are trailing you, the same people who asked if you were acquainted with Charles Moore. Even giving him the exact location where and when these people were trailing behind you. Two men, a feat larger and burlier than he is and one small with a mean look in his eyes.

For the second memory, you gave him the news about the unresponsiveness of the former courtesan Maeve. You gave him details about how she never answered letters from her friends and almost seemed like she disappeared from the face of the world when she was a person who is quite the opposite of that. You gave him details as to her last known location, giving him the harder part of the job.

When you were done, he was gasping for air, almost as if he was drowning. Theseus almost tripped on the curtains as they opened when he fell. You tried to catch him but he was halfway on the floor when you caught his arm. You dragged him back to the couch while he regained his senses. Transferring memories with the use of legilimency is not an easy art to master, with time you’ll learn to endure the pain better but, for his second time, Theseus was faring far better.

When the assistant downstairs heard the bustling noise of someone falling, she immediately came upstairs to see you hovering right above your supposed husband. Meanwhile, Theseus lay there almost as if he was asleep. The aftereffects of legilimency took a toll on him.

“Is he okay? What happened? Do you need anything?” The assistant asked.

“Just took a tumble, do not worry. May we please have a glass of water? I think my husband is too tired and nervous for all of this.” You politely said. The girl immediately nodded and headed down the stairs. When you heard the pattern of footsteps disappearing, you sighed.

“Mr. Scamander?”

“Mr. Scamander?!”

“Answer me.”

“Theseus.”

Your voice commanding is still laced with worry as he remains to catch his breath, his eyes still closed and his skin still pale. Theseus muttered a sentence, way too quiet for your ears to pick up on.

“What? Can you repeat it?” You asked leaning forward, as pinballs of sweat and the colors from his cheeks started to come back.

“I said you didn’t give me time to gather my thoughts. Yes, you would be the right person for someone… I’m not saying you aren’t. Someday a lucky bloke would be lucky to have you as their right person.” Giving you the cheeky smile once again, he opened one of his eyes to stare at your reaction.

Slapping him lightly on his arm, “This is not the time for this type of conversation.” You sighed nonetheless when he laughed. When he laughs, you have never heard a sweeter and warm sound. His laughter made you at ease. He was fine.

“Then when? Care to join me for a cup of fire whiskey later? I think we do deserve it, after all, you now called me Theseus, I assume that I am now your friend not just an ally.” He replied cheekily. Held tilted to one side, wiggling his eyebrows for you to agree.

“When this is done, we will drink fire whiskey and gigglewater until the next morning. And I’ll make sure that you are too drunk to remember anything. Happy?” You fixed yourself and stood straight arms folded across your chest, he nodded.

“And stop getting a reaction out of me, we are in the middle of a business here. And I can’t take it seriously to see you annoyingly smiling at me.”

“So, you’re implying that I make you distracted?”

“Yes, you are a large distraction, an annoying one. I can’t believe I made an unbreakable vow to a cheeky person like you.”

“You know you would make a great auror someday.”

“Ha! In your dreams.”

You didn’t realize that the stylist and her assistant walked up the stairs with refreshments and too many dresses on hand. The lady looked at the couple in front of her with a large smile plastered on her face.

“Come on my dear, we must make you the perfect bride.” She dragged you as you watched Theseus sit straight and drink the refreshment in his hand, still giddy at the thought of you breaking down the facade of seriousness when you rolled your eyes at him playfully and stuck your tongue out at him.

“Real mature.” You said to him when you knew that he wouldn’t understand a word you muttered but with the way you said it, he knew what you meant.

You didn’t expect it; the walls that were too high to climb, too tough to break down easily crumbled under a certain auror. The absence of difficulty and pretending came naturally, it came to you as easy as breathing. Whether it is because you're bound by truth or maybe it's just the way that he is, you are uncertain. All you know is that it felt nice not to withhold the true you.

After pretending and having fun wearing white bridal gowns, you would think you lead a normal life; the high life of having a sense of normalcy felt nice. Mr. Scamander—Theseus certainly made his company a pleasure to be with. It was hours of leisure and laughing as the cheap champagne of the non-magiques stayed on your lips; bickering among throngs of dresses as he tried to ‘fight’ a particular dress he seemed to like. The stylist and her assistant were accommodating and made sure that the two had fun, and a ‘day you won’t forget’, but they were none-the-wiser, this was all a faux relationship. Looking at bridal dresses is a certain once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, where you don't need to worry about who is behind your back and watching every move. Maybe soon, you could be like this. You would find the love of your life, experience the freedom other people have, and possibly love the way other people love. Oh, how beautiful and bright that future would be.

Walking back to the steps, back at Amour Délicat you almost feel like a schoolgirl having a crush. Your own escorts who spent their whole day almost looking for you were tired. And yet their worries were lifted when you pretended that you had been searching for them as well. And behind them Theseus has to tip-toe out of their line of sight, waving you a small goodbye and a large smile plastered on his face. It almost seemed like a secret love affair, and you giggled at the thought. As soon as you open the back doors, all you can see are the courtesans gathered around the fireplace peering at something. Gasps of amazement filled the air. Their shadows danced right by the fireplace, passing on to something with great curiosity.

“Isn’t this expensive?”

“Do you think our lovers could get that too?”

“Ah, I’m so jealous.”

You paid no mind to them, as you walked towards the halls to your room. At the end of the hallway, Bernadette is biting on her finger with worry.

“There you are!” Someone behind you exclaimed, Turning around they gleamed. “The beauty of the night is here.”

The courtesan immediately surrounded you, and right in front of you was the black velvet box. And inside was a necklace with far too many pearls for you to count, and those weren’t just normal non-magiques pearls, these were siren tears. Acquiring siren tears is not an easy task, banned in most countries, and to do something so inhumane to a siren is punishable by law.

“What is this?” Staring at it with disgust and annoyance.

“What are you talking about? Just wear it, it’s yours after all.”

And right in the middle was a note, written in golden ink. Sitting innocently and untouched. Picking up the note with an apprehensive hand, you wavered. This is something your mind couldn’t see or read with the use of legilimens, you needed to see with your own eyes to understand.

‘I hope you wear it. This is merely a downpayment worth 4,000 galleons and the life of a certain English Man.’

And right on your left ring finger, a lone simple ring resides; a ring no amount of value could surpass. An engagement ring that came with love, a love from his mother to him, a ring that has seen pure love. You felt it grow cold on your finger.

text format: “dialogue” is in French. ‘Dialogue’ are thoughts. a/n: cant be touch starved when you hate physical touch (I am a hypocrite)

453 notes · View notes

iridecsense · 4 years

Text

masterlist — f.b.

♡ | 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 ✑ | 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 ⊹ | 𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴

𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ᴍᴏᴏɴ

⤷ 𝘢𝘭𝘵. 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 (𝘈𝘖3) ᴘᴇᴛɪᴛᴇ ғʟᴇᴜʀ ♡

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ɴᴇᴘᴇɴᴛʜᴇ ✑ ᴘᴀʀᴀʟʟᴇʟs ⊹

𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ʀᴜᴍᴏʀs

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

448 notes · View notes

accio-moony · 4 years

Text

Account Introduction

Hi! My name is Lilli. I’ve written things for the Harry Potter universe before, on an account of the same name as this one, but I deleted that one. If I remember correctly, the only thing I had posted on there was a Theseus smut. It wasn’t very good, as it was one of my first, but I have improved since. I have another account (@barney-james), where I write similar things for the Marvel fandom. I was reluctant to reopen this account since I don’t often see new fics. All I’ve seen before, and I’m sure are relatively old. That being said, I’d still love to write for this universe, so I will.

I will write: - one shots: imagine or smut - headcanons -blurbs

for: - Newt Scamander - Theseus Scamander - James Potter - Sirius Black - Remus Lupin - Harry Potter - Ron Weasley - Neville Longbottom - Draco Malfoy - Fred Weasley - George Weasley - Cedric Diggory - (anyone else just let me know)

Requests are always open, just let me know who you’d like, the general plot, or detailed. If it is Hogwarts based, feel free to leave a preferred house.

58 notes · View notes

exoticbabe69 · 2 years

Text

Theseus Scamander x reader

✨Love is magical✨

The next morning came, the sun was beaming on your faces when you both woke up. Immediately Theseus pulled you closer and kissed you passionately. From that moment on it was always the two of you. Theseus took time every day to teach you how to use and perfect your magic. Every week consisted of visits to Great Aunt Naziyas house as well. You were an ultra fast learner, highly intelligent. You even managed to produce a patronus charm on your very first attempt, it was a beautiful snow leopard. Theseus had never seen anything like it, but you weren’t surprised because the snow leopard was your favorite animal.

Before you knew it Christmas Eve was only a day away. Theseus asked you to have dinner with him and his family on Christmas Day, but you weren’t sure if that was a good idea. You weren’t officially his girlfriend and the thought of meeting his entire family made you nervous. He even suggested that you invite your great aunt, but she declined the invitation. After days of him nagging you about coming to his family’s Christmas dinner you finally caved. And so on Christmas Eve you spent the night at Theseus’s place.

Waking up on Christmas morning the smell of pumpkin spice filled the air. You leaned over only to realize Theseus wasn’t in bed. You got up and walked to the kitchen to find Theseus making pancakes, sipping on eggnog. “Good morning beautiful, Happy Christmas” he says cheerfully before kissing you. “Merry Christmas Theseus” you respond while taking a sip of eggnog. “Are you ready to meet my family?” He asks. You laugh nervously “ugh hah yeah.” “Don’t worry I told them they will absolutely adore my fiancé” he says joking trying to get you to calm down a bit. Fiancé? You thought to yourself, it was a joke sure but it only made you more nervous. “Let’s stick to friend, instead” you respond, putting the eggnog down. Theseus frowns “right friend, yeah, sure” he says, feeling like his heart was in his throat. Calling you just a friend wasn’t what Theseus wanted. He wanted you to be his, his love, his girl, his soulmate, his other half. He wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend that day, but realized that it might be too early for you.

You saw the pain in his eyes and walked over to him, hugging him from the back “I’m sorry Theseus I’m just a bit nervous is all.” He turns around and places a gentle kiss on your forehead “it’s alright darling, I’m just happy you’re here, and don’t worry my family will love you.” “Alright well I’ll bake some dessert for dinner and we can get going when you’re ready” you say before kissing him. The morning went by quickly, and the two of you set off to the Scamander household. His Mother opened the door and greeted you both “oohh y/n! How lovely to finally meet you! You’re just as gorgeous as Theseus described, we’ve heard so many great things about you!” she exclaimed. You gave her and Mr. Scamander a big hug, and thanked them both for inviting you.

As you and Theseus walked inside you noticed a ginger haired man with freckles standing in the hallway. His gaze met yours but then quickly turned away. You could tell this man was shy but something about him felt so warm. Theseus gave him a huge hug “y/n, this is my little brother Newt, Newt this is y/n.” “Ah yes the magic zoologist! I’ve heard a lot of cool stories about you, you’ve got to let me meet some of your fantastic beasts sometime.” As soon as you mentioned your curiosity for magical creatures Newts face lit up. You could tell Newt was different from Theseus, there was a resemblance sure but there was something more innocent about Newt. Suddenly you felt something tugging at your earrings, it was Teddy, Newts niffler. “Teddy now you stop that this instant!” Newt yelled. You took Teddy in your arms and cradled him. “My goodness, he’s adorable” you cooed. Both Theseus and Newt stared at you delightfully, both recognizing how kind and loving you were.

The three of you and their parents sat down for dinner. Mrs. Scamander begins asking a plethora of questions “y/n I hear you only recently discovered that you are a witch! How does it feel?” “Well it’s been amazing so far, I love my elder wand, and I made my first patronus the other day. Oh and apparently I can talk to snakes as well” you respond excitedly. *Everyone gasps* and Mrs. Scamander drops her glass. Mr. Scamander stutters, “the elder wand? But I don’t understand….I..thought….” “It’s a long story really Dad” Theseus interrupts. Mrs. Scamander catching her breathe continues “you’re a…a…parsel mouth?” “Yeah parseltongue or whatever it’s called.” You brush it off, not realizing that most parselmouths are correlated with dark wizards. “Mum, I think it’s best that we don’t hound y/n with questions, she’s brilliant really and a good kind hearted witch,” Theseus intrudes.

“How fascinating” Newt says, looking at you bewildered. Theseus explains why you own the elderwand now, and how close Dumbledore is to your family. Which calms everyone down, he then mentions your family name. Mrs. Scamander smiles widely “my my y/n you are a pure blood witch I see.” “Yeah I guess, although not long ago I was a “muggle” you laugh using quotation hands when saying that word. It was only then that the Scamander family realized how down to earth and kind you were despite all of the superior traits and special history you possessed. They were truly intrigued by you, they adored you, and began to love you as did Theseus. The remainder of the night was filled with laughs, exchanging gifts, Christmas songs, and stories of Theseus and Newt’s childhood. It was the perfect end to a wonderful warm Christmas, and Theseus’s heart bursted with joy seeing how much you fit into his family.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

3 months went by and alas y/n was one of the best witches to have ever existed, even Theseus thought so. Y/n however had no idea just how powerful of a witch she had become. Finally, the day came to enter the wizarding world. You thought about going before but you wanted to be exceptionally good at using your powers prior to being around other witches and wizards. It was a Friday evening when you were coming home from work. It was a bit strange being a witch while living and working in the human world, or as Theseus and Naziya would say the “muggle” world. You laughed to yourself “muggle is such a funny word.” You we’re happy. The happiest you had ever been. Which is saying a lot given you’ve been happy your entire life, always thankful, always grateful.

Upon arriving to your home Theseus was already waiting outside. “A bit early don’t you think?” you chuckle. Theseus responds “I’m just really excited for you to finally see the wizarding world, I couldn’t help but rush here!” “Not to mention I’m just excited to see you darling.” He picks you up and twirls you in the air, until you’re kissing him with both legs wrapped around his waist.

“Shall we get going then? I thought we could start off at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley, then make our way to Hogsmeade, I think you’d fancy the Three Broomsticks, wait until you try butter beer! I know you have a sweet tooth so we will definitely stop by Honey Dukes too!” Theseus exclaims. You couldn’t help but laugh at how excited he was and how amusing all the names of these places were. “Alright Thes, let me change and we can get going, you just lead the way!” You pulled out your wand and recited “multicorfors!” Instantly changing into a beautiful satin pink top, pink beret, and grey pencil skirt, matching your lipstick. Your perfect hair blowing in the wind.

“Gorgeous as usual” Theseus says gazing at you in adoration. “I’ll never get tired of that incantation” you reply. You grabbed onto Theseus’s arm and apparated to Diagon alley. As soon as you get there you’re taken aback by the atmosphere. “I’m really here Theseus!!” You yell, as everyone stares at you two. “I know darling, isn’t is grand?” Theseus holds your hand as you look around with pure astonishment in your eyes, soaking up every detail of the magic that surrounded you. You stood there for about 10 minutes with sheer happiness radiating out of you, glowing with curiosity. “Alright darling let’s get to the Leaky Cauldron, we’ve got a lot of ground to cover!” Theseus snaps you out of your trance.

Walking into the Leaky Cauldron was like walking into a German style restaurant that had a fire place and cute decorations. The place was cozy with a touch of magic. Theseus pulls your chair out for you to sit, he picked the table right next to the fireplace. Reaching into his pocket Theseus pulls out a gently wrapped box, “this is for you my love, I wanted to give you a gift in celebration of mastering your magic, and well I just wanted to get you something.”

Slowly unwrapping and opening the box, inside of it was a real diamond heart shaped necklace with rose gold accents. It was breath taking. Theseus was the sweetest most thoughtful man you had been with in quite some time. “Awe Theseus thank you so much, this is stunning, I will cherish it forever.” You say as you walk over to his side of the table, sit on his lap and give him the biggest kiss. Theseus looks at you in the eyes and grabs your hand, while squeezing your waist with his other, he says nervously, “there’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about, or ask of you. See we’ve been spending so much time together and I’ve been falling for you since that night I first laid eyes on you in the trolley. You are the most beautiful being I’ve ever met inside and out and well, I was wondering if you’d…..if you’d like….if you’d do me the honor of ya know going steady? Will you be my girlfriend y/n?”

You didn’t know what to say, you liked Theseus, a lot actually. You were falling for him too. But it hadn’t been a full year since your last relationship and you weren’t sure if this would complicate your free flowing dynamic with Theseus. You were apprehensive, and Theseus could sense this. “I’m…im…I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to pressure this on you. I shouldn’t have asked, truly…I guess I just thought the feelings were mutual.” Theseus stutters out, his heart feeling like it had been stomped on, sweating profusely. “Yes, yes, I would love to be your girlfriend!” You respond giving him a kiss, throwing caution to the wind after realizing that you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be with this kind and gentle soul.

Theseus was ecstatic, his eyes immediately lit up with love. “Really? Oh my darling y/n, you’ve made me the happiest man alive! Next round is on me for everyone!” He yells to those sitting inside. “Cheers!” they all respond in unison, delighted.

87 notes · View notes

slythxn · 5 years

Text

I think of you all the time || n.s + t.s

Pairings: Newt Scamander x reader x Theseus Scamander

Universe: Fantastic Beasts

Type: angst and smut

Prompt: In search of precious Lotus Flowers, Newt’s built up frustrations and jealousy towards his brother’s close relationship with his closest friend take the best of him. Along with trying to fix the long quarreling him and her have obtained over the summer, not minding the underlining of the truth.

Request: ‘can you give us a newt s. x reader story that newt is jealous of the reader x theseus which leads up to eventual angst smut with newt x reader??’

Warning: Fingering, penetration, unprotected sex, cream pie, heartache, etc

Song: 보고야 말다 - 연리목 (yonrimog) [please give it a listen, simply copy + paste the name or look up the artist, its under the 은교 (eungyo) soundtrack]

Word Count: 5626

A/N: hey! look at me posting and literally barely starting the smuts I asked y'all to request so long ago! :D , I honestly hope you enjoyed this because I struggled so much towards how to give more details. I literally had the hardest time trying to give the details I planned on sharing, but nonetheless I enjoyed the plot, muah (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

→ [y/hh] = your Hogwarts house

→i posted this through my phone so if it looks wack, that’s why ♡ I’ll fix it later but hi, I hope you enjoy this!

Summer hadn’t felt this hostile before. The beach’s waves should be calmer and less rowdy, nonetheless they were rising and falling, building up for the eventual chaotic crash. Newt sat near the crashing waves, his feet dipping into the water as he sat on the sand (near to becoming wet sand). Chewing on a sugar cane stick, all he could hear was the playful banter his brother and best friend were having a few feet away from him. Not even the loud waves could block out what they were saying.

Despite the company, he felt isolated, excluded, but mainly enraged. He hated the scenery, the hostility between each other, the weather, and the sand that kept going inside his rolled up trousers. He hated the beach. ‘Fuck them for this.’ He’d think to himself, head down when he felt droplets hit his cold cheeks.

“Shut up, I don’t care about the ministry’s ordeal.” She wasn’t completely annoyed, yet ever since Theseus began working with the ministry, his fascination had tired many around him. “What a buzzkill, [y/n].” His brother chuckled lightly as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder making it seem playful, but both brother’s knew it was more than that.

It was quiet again, the three settled in silence for a change from the past twenty minutes. The sun was nowhere near setting, yet it remained dull. Not bright enough to hurt them as they sat down in the gravel that wasn’t far from the sand Newt sat on.

He hated how close they had become over the past year. He hated how Theseus felt it necessary to always cling around [y/n] every chance he was given- as if was mandatory. And he hated how hostile she had become towards him. The harsh stares whenever he tried to justify his actions. Surely the summer hadn’t been like this, entirely. They had their fair share of laughs, smiles, and near moment intimacies that always were interrupted by his older brother.

As of now the youngest two had been quarreling over which direction they were to find Lotus flowers. [y/n] concluded to go East where she often went in order to gather forest greenery to help her understanding of ingredients and perfect potions she worked frequently on. Of course due to that, she had often found the Lotus flowers in the pond next to the fairy’s walnut trunks.

Contrary to her, Newt dragged them West in which he had wrongfully read the map. Stubborn as he is, the curly haired boy ran towards the direction without a care if they disagreed. [y/n] knew well she was correct but wouldn’t pass the opportunity to scold Newt for the nth time this whole summer.

“I told you, jackass.”

“Okay, I get it. You always have to be right.”

With annoyance on her face she nodded. “Yes I do. Otherwise you’ll continue to do stupid shit like you did wit-“

“Let’s take a break. We won’t make it before sundown if we walk East, so- lets relax and be calm before apparating. [y/n] surely has to be relaxed, she’s the one taking us there.” Ruffling her hair, the three of them walked towards the beach that led them into the position they were sat in.

It hadn’t always been like this. [y/n] and Newt were closer compared to how they are as of now. Often they were the ones to pretend and sneer behind Theseus’ back just to see what type of reaction he would give them. Varying on the time and previous teasing, he would ignore it knowing they were only trying to annoy him, but sometimes it did get to him.

Now it all came back to Newt, karma for the happenings and decisions that have deteriorated the close friendship he and [y/n] try hard to hold, even if their constant bickering didn’t allow it to show.

But even so, the mumbling and silent laughs the two behind him were having, caused immense annoyance to the point where their break was cut short. So, Newt stood up looking at the two who looked as if in a tickle fight, sprawled on the pebbles and limbs interlocked.

“Stop messing around, let’s go now.” Newt tried sounding harsh, but boy did they know he could never. Instead, they laughed it off whilst standing up. “Sure, pretty boy.” [y/n] spoke, interlocking their fingers with a long squeeze.

Obviously it hadn’t been long since they got to the location. The dry dirt had become mud, rain had fallen in the area, courtesy of water fairies that presented rain to their greenery fairies.

“Don’t touch anything, they’re stocking up on materials.” They being the creatures that lived in the forest, despite it seeming like an easy way of gathering materials, one had to ask for permission before even touching so.

With mud on their boots, a frustrated Newt, pestering Theseus, and annoyed [y/n]— the three walked rapidly to the pond, the trees blocking nearly all sunlight. Like earlier Theseus and [y/n] continued their hushed flirting that to the young woman seemed like regular horsing, but the brothers knew well what was going on.

It was a boiling tea pot. Getting to that point Newt rubbed his temples as they walked near the pond in which the Lotus flowers resided. The brothers didn’t exactly know why she needed them, let alone why she kept getting packages from the Japanese market almost every day. Often given dried leaves that seemed like tea or at most potion materials that worked well for her experimentations.

But that’s where it all seemed off. [y/n] had just finished her last year of Hogwarts, the young [y/hh] girl was done with her studies and still had to look for a job and position to land in before the summer ended. Her parents didn’t want her to lose a year of work and end impoverished before she could even continue her life. Especially with how bright and smart she was. To all it seemed that she was only playing around with toys she most likely ordered.

The leaves didn’t crunch under their mud filled boots, fairies spoke between each other- ignoring the presence of them all given their familiarity with [y/n].

“Okay, just stay here and don’t go inside the pond. At all.” Her words were hushed, yet both understood well than to not follow her orders. Despite how deep the pond looked, the water only reached midway her rain boots.

Newt could see the admiration Theseus held for the girl, the way his eyes gleamed and brightly lit up in the dim location. It’s so, that his anger allowed itself to demonstrate. “You’ll eat her alive if you keep staring, brother.” [y/n] wasn’t new to the quarreling, her whole life she has dealt with their bickering and horsing around. Given such situation- she paid no mind whilst diligently plucking her well needed Lotus flowers, along some extra leaves she found that seemed useful.

“You’re not one to talk, Newton.” So their bickering began, childish play on words as if they remained twelve. Astounding how she’s always known them to be like this, even if Theseus is fairly a few years older than both. “Newt, shut up!” She’d barge in, closing the clasp of her bag full of Lotus flowers she’d find sufficient.

Rolling his eyes, Newt turned to her. Jaw clenched and stare deathly. “What’s this? Preference now?” Theseus personally had not paid any attention to the way his brother was acting. In fact he was enjoying that he was the one to make him jealous this time. Snickering, Theseus shrugged. “You can be such a pain sometimes, Newt.” His older brother began and though he was teasing, Newt was fed up with him. Lounging his way, Theseus held up, trying to block whatever action his brother had taken.

Despite that, [y/n] cared very little for the small catfight happening right behind her. As she hummed to the melody the fairies were making, she softly swayed, watching the ring of lighting underwater butterflies. Not wanting to deal with their mess, she looked around hoping to see if her most recent friend was around, but with no avail- worry rose within her.

“Admit it, coward!” Newt spat at his brother who’s hair had fallen entirely to his eyes- blocking the actions his younger brother threw at him. Despite their harsh pushes and not so hard punches, the two looked worn out and close to the pond. In such moment, her duty of stepping in had begun. “Both of you shut up, and stay still.” It obviously wouldn’t work on the two who had become so engrossed in their anger.

In cue, the flesh eating water snakes could smell the tension in the brothers. They feed on rage and fright and if possible on the flesh of those who posses such emotions. With one more push, Theseus could’ve made Newt fall into the pond, but given it wasn’t as strong, Newt only slid slightly. His boot coated with the moss of the pond, water feeling excessively hot around him. Even though she tried hard not to become frightened nor angry at both- the tactic didn’t help. Thin strings coming rapidly at her and though she often knew how to rid of them, the overwhelming feeling on wether to save herself or Newt, resided.

They were near him. Theseus had pushed him deeper into the water and though it seemed as if it wasn’t deep at all where she resided, it reached midway his torso in this particular area. The thin strands of shimmering blue raced towards him in hopes of devouring him whole if possible. God how much she hated them so much. “Newton, I fucking hate you!” She’d spat shooting a spell towards him, only to hit the water surrounding him, sending the bunch of snakes flying somewhere else, their corpses’ wrapped in a ball for her dear friend to eat.

At her words, Newt turned to her ready to let his entire anger get to him. Was it not for the Kappa that was right behind her- his tears were sure to fall. “Look behind you!” He’d warn, rushing to get his secret wand after his had been destroyed after expulsion. It seemed too late as its claw reached down towards her direction, surely Theseus acted fast. Spewing hexes at it, only to be deflected by the young woman. “Stop!” She yelled at him. A sense of pleasure reached Newt as she yelled at his brother, not once did she yell and when she ‘did’ it was a mere whine and grunt.

Holding the snakes in its claws, the kappa twisted them into a knot, throwing them where the others resided. Seeing that the waters were fairly clear and Newt was out of the water, [y/n] walked towards the small creature that was yet to grow. “Here,” she’d whisper handing it a ball of perilla leaves with something inside. “Go back to Gilda, she’ll cook it for you.” With a soft smile, turning to see it submerge under the pond only to disappear somewhere else.

Newt had been out of the water after Theseus’ failed attacks, neither had been at each other’s necks for the time give, instead they found themselves looking at [y/n] who diligently treated a Kappa with care and tenderness, not minding their blood feeding instance. Theseus was well aware that Kappas were dangerous, but Newt knew they didn’t belong in these areas.

“It’s a fairly ugly thing, huh?” Theseus spoke, helping [y/n] out of the water. “Yeah, I suppose. Just don’t say it around him.” They were too calm about it. Why on earth were they calm about a dangerous creature. So Newt look at both with uttermost disgust and anger. “How did a Kappa even get here?!” His hand shot to his forehead, other to his thigh. The two in front of him turned slightly, their demeanor calm and faces blank. “It’s mine.” [y/n] answered with a smile before turning once again to start walking. With no relaxation in his body, Newt spoke again whilst they walked. “Kappas shouldn’t be here, [y/n]. Not when there’s many passerby’s and the pond water isn’t similar to their own.” Rolling her eyes, she knew well.

Yet even so, she shrugged walking towards him. “Newtie, it’s only temporary. I know what I’m doing.” His cheeks were red from the nickname, feeling her cold hand caress the nape of his neck, a shiver went down his body. “I’m raising him to feed on chicken blood only. Don’t worry about others.” A sigh left his lips as his head hung low. It had become exhausting at this point. “You need to get it back to its home.” Rolling her eyes again, she nodded. “I will, very soon.” The skin ship wasn’t gone, her hand still resided on his skin, caressing it softly. Given so, Theseus broke the moment, grabbing her hand and his brother’s in order to apparate back to her parent’s home.

It was dark as of now. The three had remained in silence ever since they arrived in front of her home. Her parents were staying in the Spain, deliver some packages courtesy of the Ministry of Magic, soon to come tomorrow morning. Thus stating the brother’s residence in the home.

Theseus was cooking dinner whilst Newt showered, washing away the stench and dirty from the pond. [y/n] had done that earlier once they arrived. She had been helping him with dinner but her lack of skills only made him ask her to get vegetables from her parent’s garden, to which she gladly had gotten.

Neighbors had been frying food in their backyard, the smoke and smell of fried pork traveling over the large concrete wall that separated their property with those around them, yet so- the fence that opened for a back door, made it visible for her neighbors to see what was going on in the limited area.

With such information, for the past three weeks her neighbors saw and heard her constant bickering with Newt, near rendezvous with Theseus, and the ingredients she carried to the shed that looked too small for all the things she would take there. None of them were witches or wizards. Muggles, her parents felt it safer to live near muggles in order to avoid confrontation from other wizards.

With lanterns as her only light resource, she plucked at the Chile plants, along some ginger Theseus had asked for. It wasn’t clear what he was to do, but she followed his list of ingredients. Like he had done with [y/n], Theseus spotted his brother walk by the kitchen, stopping him for a quick request. “Go ask, the neighbor if she could lend us any grounded star anise, [y/n] seems to have ran out…” Newt wasn’t up for discussions right now, seeing the flickering light above in the warm pale green kitchen, he nodded taking a small bowl in which she could give him some.

Though the lights were very dim, Newt and [y/n] could see each other perfectly. Walking in the same direction, she made sure to grace his shoulder demonstrating she remained annoyed at their earlier actions or simply she remained angry at him for the past incident.

Sighing, Newt looked at the passage making sure not to fall on plants or the koi fish pond she has recently built. The crickets becoming bold with their noises and the pups ruffling around in their pad right in front of the shed. Nearing the door that opened to the patch of grass in between both houses.

Newt smiled at the group of women cooking outside. Raising a hand, they all greeted him. “Hello-“ He begun only to be interrupted by their hospitality and warm smiles. “I just wanted to ask if you could lend us some star anise. That’s if you want to for sure, you don’t have to…” He was naturally shy, something everyone greatly adored. So at his reddened cheeks and small smile, the women awed walking to their spice cabinets and grabbing what he asked for.

As he looked around he saw the large frying pans full of pork rinds and bubbling oil. The smell of meat punched one in the face if getting near and it would take weeks upon weeks to remove the smell of it. Flies often swatted away to avoid them even coming a bit near the food, and the women sweating from being outside for too long. They tried making small talk but he was too shy for such things that they decided to just look at his characteristics in awe.

“Here you go.” The neighbor spoke, jumping over cords and other pans, handing him the bowl delicately as she seemed to have almost filled it to the brim. “An extra bit of rose honey candy, just so you and your girl stop all that fighting.” She smiled at him despite the look of confusion on his face. “Oh she’s not my g-girlfriend sh-“ “Oh my bad! I just see you two always getting… very close in the garden but also bickering that you know- thought you two were together.” She smiled to which he returned before thanking her, walking back to [y/n’s] garden and into the house.

Getting too close

Surely that wasn’t him. The closest they’ve ever gotten as of lately is through bickering and touches to make each other stop. The hallway to the kitchen was cold and dim, the lights above nowhere near making the hall look lively. As much as he tried to ignore how the lady was most likely talking about Theseus, he couldn’t stop thinking about how their skin-ship had become more than playful touches, but rather friendly.   Rage was consuming Newt, his bouncy curls blinding his eye sight with every heavy step he took towards the kitchen. The giggling coming from [y/n’s] lips was booming as he got closer. Theseus’ deep voice presenting itself.

He hated how he imagined him in between the girl’s legs, how his hands roamed her torso, legs, and all around. He hated thinking his brother could simply be that intimate with her when Newt well knew he was the one to do such things to her. He was the one to make her feel good. Not Theseus.

Coming to the door way- it wasn’t how he was imagining it. Theseus was adding the final spices to the food whilst [y/n] read out loud jokes from an American joke book her father brought for her not long ago. Their distance was fairly three feet away, where she sat on the kitchen table and he was right in front the stove.

“Thanks.” Theseus cheerfully spoke, taking the full bowl from his brother’s hands. “She gave you quite a lot. [y/n] I don’t think you’ll have to harvest star anise this year.” [y/n] only giggled nodding. “I’ll harvest something else then… What’s that?” She questioned looking at the heart shaped candy in his left hand. Newt gave it a look before softly handing it to her. “She told me to give you this.” [y/n] removed the cloth, intrigued to know what it looked like. There was a small knife on the table, the one Theseus was supposed to use on a mandarin before deciding to peel it instead. “Here,” [y/n] begun, cutting a piece of the soft candy and feeding it to Newt.

His tongue slightly stuck out, her fingers delicately placing the rapidly melting candy on it. The pads of her fingers touched his soft bottom lip and slightly the sides of his tongue. It seemed more erotic than usual, but as of lately all their intimacy interactions were more arousing. Newt watched how she licked her fingers after, the honey residing on them, but so was the taste of him. Theseus saw the interaction, clearing his throat he grabbed the pan in which the food had been ready. “You could’ve at least set the table, [y/n].” He’d try to cut in, pushing the rose honey candy away from either one of them. Newt had gotten the plates when he began to speak, handing one to each.

The dinner for the majority was silent with small questions or small talk, the radio by the corner playing some quizzical piece, intriguing and with a point. “Some buttered toast with that candy would be very delicious.” [y/n] brought up again, fork in her mouth as she looked at Newt who simply gave her a small nod. “Why did she even wanted me to have it?” She questioned, placing down her cutlery to grab the cup of jasmine tea Newt made before dinner was ready.

Given the opportunity and chance, Newt set everything down. “So we can stop bickering and make up like we apparently often do in the garden.” His fingers interlocked, looking at both his brother and the young woman who’s eyes traveled along the patterns of the table cloth. “When did you two start this, huh?” His tone was harsh. Compared to what he tried expressing earlier, this time it was powerful and sharp. “We haven’t started anything.” Theseus begun, but even so he knew his touches often lingered and his lips would fall onto hers from time to time, even so- nothing more has been done.

“Bu-“ Standing up, Newt looked at his brother with rage, dropping the napkin he held in his hands. “Bullshit if you two thought this could be hidden for much longer.”

“Even if we did start something it shouldn’t concern you, Newton.” [y/n] spoke once, her eyes following the movement of his hands, eyes, head, and legs. “It does concern me and you know that very well. No one here is stupid enough to not understand the reality between this all.” His index finger pointed at the three of them, his face and neck becoming warm from the boiling red anger that painted his pale skin. When no one spoke for the solid twenty seconds that resided, he scoffed walking out the doorway, followed by [y/n] who despite his tries to keep her inside with him, Theseus let go watching them walk down the hallway to the garden as if they had forgotten the pesky neighbors looking over as if it was an entire drama.

Their faces and silhouettes were not seen but their voices were loud enough for the women to hear. “You have no right to be feeling like this when you well out made your decision, Newton.” [y/n’s] voice seemed broken and hurt, watching how he ignored her as they rapidly walked. Turning to look at her, his glare cut deep within. “I have the uttermost right to feel this way when you knew well what we have.” He got closer to her, to the point where she held his arms to avoid more the proximity. “No you don’t! The day you chose to take the blame for her stupid actions, is the day you made your choice. And for what exactly? You two have not shared a single peep let alone a letter ever since you got expelled.” Her night gown swayed with the wind of the night, the dogs surrounding the two hoping one would play with them.

But as she neared the view of the women, she only made sure to pick up ingredients knowing well this discussion would end like all the others: in her shed brewing potions whilst she tried not to shed any tears for him. “I didn’t choose her for the sakes of fancying her. I chose to take the blame to make her avoid her father’s wrath. If it was you I would choose you.”

The neighbors enjoyed the show, taking bites from the fresh pork rinds and sips of cool lemon tea, the bunch tried hard to hear all they were saying. “But you didn’t, Newt! Me telling you to not take the blame for her was me telling you to choose me over her, but you decided to save her! It could’ve been us like it always has!” His eyes widened, his large hand falling on her arm and dragging her towards the shed. The door was swung fully open, given them a view of how vast and large it was inside, but with a blink the door was closed making them think they had gone mad.

Pushing her against the door making sure it was well closed behind them, his lips found her neck, softly gracing them over it, causing the cold skin to become warm and tempted with his kisses. “And I would choose you all the time no matter what.” His teeth nipped at her flesh, hands caressing her thighs and up to where his hand was near her core. “I’d like you to prove that. Let it be only me.” Her words seductive and soft, hot against his ear before his lips came crashing against hers, a loud delighted moan leaving her lips by the way he touched her below.

This wasn’t their first rodeo. His lips have multiple times caressed her and so have his hands. He has made her feel like no other has, but even so, it didn’t make this occassion less important. Pushing her legs apart and sliding down the fabric of her underwear, Newt could see what he has been craving for so long. His fingers pressing hard against her thighs, creating dents and her flesh to lighten with the pressure. Toying with her slit, Newt looked at the reaction she gave him whenever he wouldn’t touch her where she needed him most. “Newtie…” Her whines drove him into madness, spiraling into desperation and want.

Pecking her lips softly whilst his free hand groped her breasts, his other hand allowed his fingers to slowly go inside of her. Though he was going painfully slow, it had been a long while since she has been touched. All Theseus could ever achieve was steal small kisses from her and longing touches, but nothing else than that.

Theseus always knew Newt was the one she adored and wanted. He knew that despite how hard he tried and how close they had gotten over the summer, Theseus would never be anywhere near what Newt was to her, even he tried.

As Newt had [y/n] by the door and his fingers thrusted deep in her, everything seemed to be alright. Blinded by lust, Newt adored the thin layer of sweat that adorned [y/n’s] neck whilst his fingers went deeper and deeper inside of her. As much as would’ve loved to do more with her, it had been a long time since he last laid a finger on her, the way he was doing right now.

“Come on,” His words were shushed as he helped her weakened legs to the cot by the window of the shed. Sitting her down on the sheets and helping her out of the night gown, Newt smiled, adoring the way she looked in her natural state. To help this all get to where she wanted it to, [y/n] unbuttoned his shirt, looking him in the eyes as she did so. His large hands messing with her hair and caressing her face. “Hurry, princess.” At his words, a pout formed on her lips, going painfully slow at his belt after finishing his shirt.

Toying with the fly of his trousers, [y/n] smirked his way, tongue running across her bottom lip. Frustrated with her slow actions, Newt pushed off his shirt and her hands, pulling down his trousers to where his member sprung free from the confines of his underwear.

“We have no patience for this, [y/n].” Laying her down on the cot and a playful giggle leaving her lips, Newt smiled kissing her softly once again. Slightly parting her legs to rest between them, Newt took himself into his palm, aligning himself with her entrance.

Deepening the kiss, Newt softly thrusted inside of her, going deep in knowing how she adored having him whole inside of her. A soft moan left her lips when she threw her head back, with a smile, Newt kissed her neck, thrusts speeding up as time went by. It wasn’t entirely a quiet action, but it was more tamed than past times.

“Newt, faster…” She’d moan out, feeling his hand travel between their bodies to rub at her clit. With one leg over his hip and the other laying flat against the cot, [y/n] felt herself shake at his actions. Newt himself had been longing for this, causing his orgasm to be near. Pounding deep in her as he felt himself close, Newt closed his eyes trying to avoid even more arousal by the way she looked.

Knowing well what his younger brother was doing with the girl both wanted, Theseus sighed heavily. Finishing off cleaning the dishes he walked to his guest room, minimizing his luggage to where it could fit in his pocket. With silent hums, he went down the wooden stairs to the hall that led to the garden.

Like stated before, he knew what they were doing, but it seemed like an impulse to go and at least hear the creaking in the shed or their moans. Leaves crunched underneath his feet, the dogs from earlier came to him, and the sound of crickets was becoming louder with each step he took.

Reaching the focal point in between the door and the shed- his silhouette illuminated by the moonlight, the women gasped seeing his back facing them as he stood still taking out a piece of the rose honey candy from his pocket. Eating it slowly as he watched the shed. Theseus waited a few minutes in that position waiting for the end of the climax point, yet on cue when hearing the loud moans from both, his head lowered with a chuckled.

Slowly he turned around, facing the intrigued with a smile as he ate the last piece of candy he had left. Raising his hand in a greeting, his nose slightly red, he back away slightly to where wasn’t seen apparating home.

In the minutes Theseus is seen waiting, Newt had sat [y/n] up into another position, on top of him, hitting all her right spots. Given how sensitive she was and how deep Newt was hitting, with every thrust of his and her riding him, both were sure to cum at once.

His calloused right hand held onto her hips whilst his left rubbed freely and roughly at her clit. His lips kissing her breasts whilst she pushed down unto just so both could finish at the same time. With a few more thrusts, Newt had made her finish off around him, her orgasm spilling down to the sheets. With such imagery, Newt moaned loudly, pushing her hips down to his where he had finished off inside of her. His orgasm warm and painting striped within her. Their last moans loud enough this time.

Likely every other time, Newt made sure she went to the restroom and helped her clean off. If she seemed to still be numb or weakened by the activities, he’d carry her around and help her shower afterwards just as he himself took advantage of the after care.

With a smile on their faces, Newt kissed her one last time. “I think of you all the time… it’d be stupid if you weren’t my first choice.” Kissing him once again, [y/n’s] arm wrapped around his torso, head resting on his chest. “You’re my only choice, Newt. Only you…”

They’d be stupid the next morning to try and explain things to Theseus and though neither planned on it, it also didn’t mean things were to change on how their directions were going. The arrival of her parents helped her voyage, distracting Newt as she apparated to the Ministry of Magic. Serving him tea and food, Newt was entertained by their words acting as if last night had not happened to avoid their scolding and mistrust.

So as he sat on the couch smiling and laughing with them, the boy took the rose honey candy unto a butter knife, slathering it onto the toast her mother had made not long ago. “What’s this, Mrs. [y/l/n]?” He questioned taking the bowtruckle enchanted figurines dancing with each other on his palm.

“[y/n] asked for them, hun.” With a smile he was ready to stand up and give them to her. “I’ll take them to her if you want.” Shaking her head, the older lady squeezed his shoulder. “Oh no, it’s for you. I’m sure she’s already on her boat ride to Japan.”

Her smile was reassuring but confusion rested on his face. Looking thoroughly at the figurines, a frown formed on his lips. “She got a job offer there so they’ve been sending her materials and creatures to see how well she can work with their environment and how she can adapt.” With a soft sigh it was obvious her own mother wasn’t as satisfied but glad she wouldn’t be lost in the future. All explaining her words:

“I will, very soon.”

Gulping down the lump in his throat, Newt nodded. He felt foolish to think anything could settle either of them. To think there was something that despite all they felt would let them be together.

Yet even so, one has to figure out if even with all the skin ship, kisses, sex, and feelings- to figure out if it really was meant to be.

#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander imagines #newt scamander smut #newt scamander x you #newt scamander #newt smut #theseus x reader #theseus imagine #theseus smut #theseus scamander #theseus scamander smut #fantastic beasts #fantastic beats and where to find them #fantastic beasts imagines #fantastic beasts crimes of grindlewald #fbawtft smut #Harry Potter #harry potter imagines

601 notes · View notes

anodyne-sunflower · 5 years

Text

Sweet Mornings-Theseus ScamanderxReader (Req. Smut)

A/N: Enjoy, my anon. ❤️

MOOD MUSIC: Arsonist’s lullabye by Hozier

***

While immersed in the obscurity of your sleep addled mind, you felt the beginnings of a heated breeze, soft and welcoming, like a mist covering you in its own blanket of warmth and comfort. It caused you to turn over, mumbling softly about nonsense that was conjured from your dreams. Deep down, you had felt awake, but you were not quite intent on grasping that knowledge just yet. The bed was comfortable, and much more idyllic than the thought of having to get up and get ready for the day.

It wasn’t until you heard the bathroom door swing open, that you felt the urge to squint away, sighing aimlessly as you saw your fiancé walk out, freshly bathed and skin adorned by the few water droplets that refused to leave the bends and turns of his lean muscled body.

Theseus rubbed generously at his face, the aftershave biting back as he winced subtly. You couldn’t help but smile at that, knowing he prided a well groomed appearance than a beard any day. Though you often wondered how he’d look in one, you would likely never be privy to that. Even just a few days of not shaving left him annoyed by his appearance.

While you wished to say your morning pleasantries, you held them back. Eyes drifting along his body as he walked towards the desk in the corner, opening the top drawer and fishing out his cuff links and pocket watch. He laid them precisely out on the table top, the chain of his watch being piled neatly in coils. Everything he did was with a purpose, even down to the fine details, it was a privilege to watch, you believed. There was just something attractive in a man that took charge in all he did.

You hummed quietly, leaning up in bed as you rested your cheek in your palm and ogled the Auror. The towel he wore hung loosely from his hips, giving you so many ideas for a fun morning that you hoped he had time for. He was up earlier than usual, and judging by his relaxed state, he wasn’t in any rush today.

“Good morning, Mister Scamander.”

Theseus turned slightly, eyebrow raised curiously as he saw you laying there, looking intently at him. He chuckled at your gaze, already seeing the spark of mischief you held there. “Morning.” He greeted back, walking towards the bed as you scooted over to give him room on your side. You could smell his aftershave strongly at this distance, your senses overloaded by the handsome scent when he bent down for a quick kiss. You wished it lasted longer, your lips already tingling from the brief contact.

“You’re up so early.” You planted your palm on his chest, surprised to feel how heated his skin still was from his shower.

“Mm.” He leaned more into the bed, towel dangerously dipping below his hips and giving you a charitable view of the fine hair that led a path to his manhood. “Thought I’d get an early start to some casework.” Theseus took one of your hands in his, lifting it to his lips and caressing your knuckles with them. It revitalized your awareness, the soft brush of his mouth making you release a quiet moan that he still managed to catch. You felt him smile against you, his blue eyes coming up to meet yours as you shifted under the covers.

“Must you always be so responsible?” You fell back into the bed, the ache between your legs growing as you continued to admire him. It took all your strength to tug him down over you, but you realized he was taking mercy on your weak force and instead just laughed as he straddled over your waist, an intrigued grin on his lips.

“Unfortunately, darling.” He brought a hand up, fingers brushing your hair aside as he mentally praised the fine features of your face. You looked radiant as ever, eyes glowing and hopeful that he’d stay a little longer. It made him smirk, his own mind turning against the idea of getting work done today. “Come here.” Theseus dipped down, kissing you sweetly. Your lips were delicate to the touch, so pliable beneath his own it made him want to continue on, except your hand came to cup his cheek, fingertips caressing the scratch of stubble that still decorated his jaw, too fine for his razor to cut.

You gently pulled away, already regretting the loss of him. “Be a rebel just this once, will you?” The blanket above your form became an issue, your desire to be closer to him taking over as you wiggled free of it, Theseus’ hands coming up one by one to allow you to move it away. Of course, your little action held more motive than you pretended it did. It was easy enough to believe he’d say yes based on the merit of his kiss alone, but nothing made such a convincing debate as that of your bare body presented to him.

Theseus’ eyes immediately drew to your figure, taking in the curves of your breasts and the slight dip towards your hips. Every inch of you looked equally appetizing to him, and with such a valid argument on display, how could he possibly deny your request. “As you wish.” He stated playfully, leaning down once more to capture you in kiss as your arms wrapped about his neck. You played with the curls that fell around his nape, still damp from his shower.

“I knew you’d say yes.”

“You make a compelling argument, love.” He smirked, closing that narrow distance and allowing your noses to kiss against each other. The feat made you laugh, a sound he came to adore as he nuzzled you further. He had about an hour to spare, and this definitely was more entertaining than running through files all morning long. With one last kiss to the tip of your nose, he journeyed lower, lips stroking over your own and then towards your chin.

You already arched into him, squirming below from the sensations his mouth allotted you. Theseus always knew the perfect places to cater to, just as he did right now, teeth nipping at your pulse and tongue soothing the love bite. The feeling was wonderful, the electric shock it sent coursing your body making you sigh happily as you tilted your head further back, giving the Auror more room to tease. He gratefully took the offer, tongue coming to sweep the expanse of your neck before he brought his lips to join in and suck eagerly.

The jolt of pleasure made you raise your hand to his chest, nails digging into his skin and raking a path down. You felt him respond, skin rising at the action and earning you a heavy groan of bliss. He shifted above you, making himself and his current predicament more comfortable. It did little to relieve the pulsing ache, and he quickly reached to remove his towel and toss it aside. He used the time to place a knee at your thighs, willing you to spread your legs and give him room to properly please you. Naturally, you complied, a moan slithering out when you fully felt the weight of his length at your core. You slid sinfully against him, grinding up and whining graciously when your folds slipped over his cock.

Theseus bit back a loud groan, burying his face in your neck as he paused his kisses long enough to grip the sheets and regain control. If you kept that little ruse up, he was certain he wouldn’t be making it to work at all. So, he gripped at your hips, roughly pinning them down and giving you a warning glare that made you fidget gleefully beneath.

“Enough of that.” He scolded hotly, face flushed and lustful, blue eyes already showcasing the number of ways he planned to get back at you for that. It just earned him an innocent smile from you, your gaze hungrily taking in his domineering demeanor.

“Yes, Sir.” You tease back, earning an aroused growl from your fiancé. He bit gently at your jawline, hands clasping your wrists now as he pinned them back to the bed. This is what you adored from him, those moments when the authoritative trait in his Auror background came out. He was ever the stern individual, but entirely devoted and caring to his loved ones. But, there were times you couldn’t help but spur him on, wanting to see that shift in behavior, and being the one at the receiving end of that imperious stare he often used on the many he interrogated for crimes.

“Theseus...” You gasped his name, lips parting as you felt him kiss above your sternum. It only led further below, his hands releasing your wrists as he devoured you with heated kisses and licks on his way down. He deftly dragged them across your chest, grazing over your nipple that perked up at his touch. It was barely a ghost of a kiss, his mouth brushing the soft flesh which made you writhe and plea charmingly for more.

He could hear you mumbling weakly, gentle appeals to his more merciful nature to continue on. You were getting restless before him, each word now laced in a needy tone that made him smile smugly.

“Theseus, please.”

Now how could he ignore such a polite request, and while he wished he could tease you some more, he’d also rather have a little taste of your obvious arousal. “Yes, darling.” He caved, always giving into whatever you asked of him. You were his weak point, whether outside these walls of your home, or within them, he could never have the heart to completely deny you. Especially not now, with you so enticing and frenzied beneath him.

He took a minute to explore you further, tongue licking over your nipple, and lips clasping around it. You had to grasp his shoulders, arching your head back as you felt the cool air sweep over your breast when he moved away. His hands came to your waist, clutching tightly enough to hold you in place as he descended your stomach, kissing everywhere and under your navel before pausing above your sex.

“Satisfied, yet?” He was well aware you weren’t, but he adored the deprived expression you had given him. You always looked beautiful in your blissful haze, eyes half lidded, lips parted as you absorbed it all in, every single sensation that he had dealt you.

“You know the answer, Theseus.” You felt him grin into your skin, giving a soft peck of the lips just above your slit. Instinctively, you tilted your hips up to meet him, the warmth of his mouth on you creating a dizzying wave of ecstasy. Your movement just implored him to hold you back down, his hands sliding down to your thighs where he held them scandalously open.

Theseus nearly groaned at the sight of your folds, his tongue coming to wet his lips as he prepared himself for the part of you he craved most. His impatient side attempted to coax him to bury his face there, to eat you out and watch you orgasm quickly and thoroughly. But, his hour wasn’t up yet, and while the notion of you writhing around in an almost breathless form of pleasure was agreeable, he rather loved the idea of taking his time.

“Doesn’t take much, now does it, darling?” Theseus teased, fingertip coaxing your folds open and revealing the swell of your clit. Your juices clung to his finger, his eyebrow raising at how wet you already were for him. He blew gently on you, the feathery touch of his breath over your clit causing a delightful shiver to consume your body. It was a welcome contrast to the heat of your sex, so wet and willing for Theseus to take you.

“More.” You begged, mind too jumbled to attempt any proper sentences. He understood well enough though, and began a trail of loving kisses over your inner thigh, getting just close enough to your entrance before moving on to the other leg. The action tickled a bit, procuring the Auror a pleasant giggle from your lips. He could feel you tense in his hold, hips moving up every time he got close enough to your core. Much as he enjoyed watching you writhe around impatiently, he finally gave in, tongue sneaking out and tracing along your mound until it curved just slightly over your clit.

“Ah!” Your hands desperately searched for the pillow above, nails digging into one as you bit down on your lip to keep as quiet as possible. It seemed unfair how aroused you were, body already submitting to Theseus even before he truly got started. And then he goes and does that little trick again, only faster this time, the flat of his tongue lapping up your folds and swirling around your clit. You were a panting mess in his capable hands, cheeks hot and brow sweaty as you came to wipe at it. You could feel his hand massage up your thigh, sweeping back over your stomach and stopping to cup your breast. He gave a gentle squeeze, enjoying the way you felt in his palm, warm and nipple hard as he stroked his thumb over it, mimicking the movement of his talented tongue that catered to your entrance now.

“Oh gods...” You shot your hand down, fingers tangling in his curls as he came to close his lips around you, giving a steady suction on your clit that tensed your entire being.

Theseus was building you up, allowing your climax to steadily grow, only releasing you when he felt you get too close to completion. He wasn’t quite ready to let you finish, not until he had you right where he wanted, screaming and huffing out sweet words and curses alike.

“Theseus, stop teas-ah...!” Your words trailed off into nonsense, the sudden pressure of his fingers prodding your entrance making you forget all formal vocabulary. Gods, how you loved when he did that, always so skillful and intent on making you peak so intensely it left you exhausted. By now, he was likely feeling the sting of you pulling and tugging at his hair, not that he seemed to mind. On the contrary actually, he appeared to enjoy the avidity with which you pulled at him.

He took the moment to glance up, taking a breather as he thrust his fingers into you, curving them just enough to find that sweet spot within. His lips were wet with your cum, equally swollen from all the attention he gave you. You could feel him panting against your folds, the sensation intensifying the movement of his fingers as they stroked and massaged within you.

You stuttered out a moan, meeting his gaze as he stared up towards you, clearly enjoying the state he had put you in. There was some part of you that wanted to playfully fight back, to pretend he could do better just to see him get riled up. That would end in failure, though, and just as you made to whisper a provocation, he licked over you again, burying his lips between your core and watching arrogantly as you went silent and arched up. You were so bloody close, your walls tightening and spasming around his fingers with every thrust. Theseus wanted to have you completely, to remove himself and leave you wanting for something more substantial than his tongue and touch. But, he could always have tonight, for now he could take pleasure in watching you release wildly as he added a third finger, speeding up the pace and taking your clit back between his full lips.

You were desperate now, your hands clumsily searching for something to brace yourself as every muscle tensed inside you, making it impossible to speak or do anything coherent besides cry out for your fiancé. Theseus groaned happily at the response, fingers gently slipping from your entrance as he went to lap every bit of you up. You moaned under him, wiggling around as your body grew sensitive to his touch.

“T-Too much, Theseus...” You smiled, wishing he could somehow continue and make you cum all over again. But, duty called, and he kissed your thigh one more time before making the journey back up your heated and pleased body.

“So,” Theseus nuzzled your neck again, the same fingers he just fucked you with gripping your chin and making you look at him. They swept closely by your lips, giving you a faint taste of yourself that still stuck to him, and if that wasn’t enough for you, Theseus dipped forward, kissing hard and sharing in your essence that lingered on his lips and tongue. “Am I allowed to finish getting ready?” His words trailed into a groan, your teeth tugging at his lower lip when he made to pull away.

After his performance, he could have the authority to do as he pleased, you gathered. So you just acquiesced to his comment, too exhausted to handle anything more than a lazy nod in his direction.

He seemed amused by that, his chuckle making you smile as he gave a chaste kiss to your brow. The feeling of him moving away left you wanting, but you couldn’t very well tie the Auror to your bed all day, no matter how happy you’d be to do so.

***

A/N: Thanks for reading. Feedback highly appreciated.

#theseus x reader

#theseus scamander fanfic #theseus scamander smut #theseus scamander #theseus scamander imagine #theseus scamander x you #theseus scamander x reader #theseus x you #theseus x reader #callum turner

905 notes · View notes