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oncasette · 1 year ago

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FANGTASIA. send in a character from my guide + one of the prompts below for a drabble!

OK LAST ONE I PROMISE. but you know I had to send in a theseus request so … theseus + "You think I like being like this? Every time someone fucking touches you I want to rip their hands off!" teehee 😋

'𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗡 (𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗢)

theseus scamander x fem!reader

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“I can hear you sulking over there. C’mon,” you urge as you watch him out of your periphery. He closed his eyes before he exhaled slowly. Deeply, forcing all of the air out of his lungs in the hopes that his foul mood would exit with it. He didn’t want to be like this. He didn’t want to hate your secretary, to be the possessive guy that never let his partner speak to another man, but it was starting to eat away at him. It was a lot easier to lose you when he didn’t fully have you, yet.

or the one where theseus can't stand your secretary.

warnings: none that i can think of, semi-possessive theseus?

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He was just your secretary. That’s what you keep telling yourself. And Theseus. All he does is your filing and allow people entry into your office. And bring you your morning coffee without you needing to ask for it, with the exact amount of cream and sugar you take without you ever having told him in the past.

Of course, this was just him being excellent at his job, it was why you’d kept him on for so long. There was a quick turnover rate for secretaries at the ministry. A year or two, at most, before they were either fired by their respective bosses or they left to pursue a field they were actually passionate about. But not Richard. No, you’d been working with Richard for the better part of five years. Long before you’d ever met your now boyfriend–if you could even call him that, only having been on a dozen or so dates at this point. Not that the question hadn’t been on the tip of his tongue since the first time you batted your eyelashes at him.

That didn’t stop Theseus from clenching his jaw every morning when he stopped by to say hello only to find your secretary to have abandoned his post outside your office in favor of holing up in your loveseat and carrying on with whatever annoyingly dull topic of conversation he’d chosen to occupy your time with. It didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes at the way his hand lingered over yours as he dropped off the accounts you needed that afternoon during your lunch break, little more than a glance cast askew at him as he sat beside you. It didn’t stop him from biting his tongue so hard it bled each time you brought Richard up in the evenings when he walked you out of the building.

No, it didn’t matter how long you’d worked with the man. Theseus knew a crush when he saw one.

“What’s wrong, love? You’ve been tense all day,” you say, gently placing a hand onto his shoulder. He’d been sitting in your office for a little over an hour, his work day having already drawn to a close but you’d had to finish up a last minute assignment your boss had thrown on your desk fifteen minutes before you were supposed to leave. Theseus hadn’t minded waiting.

“Nothing,” he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Richard had been especially irritating that day. He’d barely had five minutes alone with you before you’d forced your secretary to go home once the clock hit six.

“It’s nothing, lovely. Promise,” he says. At the very least, having this time with you was beginning to dull the headache that had formed earlier in the day. He thinks it started when Richard had once again waltzed into your office during your lunch hour with the hopes of taking you out to the bakery a couple blocks away.

“Okay,” you drawl, eyebrows drawn together.

It’s then that Theseus notices the parchment stuck to your desk lamp. It was a charmed doodle, one that poorly illustrated a man with smoke shooting out of his ears sitting at a desk played on a loop. To keep you company while you work - Rich. Of course.

“You ready?” you ask, shuffling around documents and files on your desk to deal with on Monday when you return before grabbing your bag off the ground and slipping your coat on. You circle around the furniture in your office to stand in front of Theseus. He ran a firm hand across his brow bone as he stood to meet you. He leans forward to place a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth as he nods.

It’s hard to ignore how stiff he’s become.

“Are we still good for dinner at yours tonight?” you ask.

“Of course,” he hums. He wasn’t going to let this ruin the one of the few evenings a week he got to spend with you. Or, at least, he was going to try to not let it ruin it.

Once he was sure you’d both collected the remainders of your belongings, he takes your hand in his to apparate the two of you to his flat. Since you weren’t going back to your place, he didn’t feel the need to walk the two of you all the way across the ministry just to disapparate from there. He only did that to spend a couple extra minutes with you, anyway.

It’s only the second time you’ve been to his place, but the short wave of nausea prevents you from feeling too overwhelmingly nervous about it. You set your bag beside the door before you move to the kitchen to sit and let the urge to vomit begin to dissipate. Theseus smooths a palm over down your arm as he slides up behind you.

He leans down to whisper in your ear. His nose brushes against your cheek. “Can I get you anything?”

“Maybe a penny…” you trail off.

“A penny?” he huffs amused.

“For your thoughts,” you say.

“I told you it was nothing.”

“Darling, I know something’s wrong. I want to help if I can,” you say, tilting your head back enough to look at his face. He bends again to kiss your forehead. It’s tender, sweet. Nearly domestic.

“It’s just work stress, I guess,” he says. He wasn’t technically lying.

“I’m sorry,” you hum, bringing a hand up to smooth across his cheek for a second. “Do you want to talk about it? It might help if you get some of it off your chest.”

“I wouldn’t want to burden you, love,” he says as he begins to move away from your chair. He meanders around the small kitchen as he starts to gather the things he needs to cook dinner. You hardly notice as he charms the cutting board to dice vegetables for him.

“It wouldn’t be a burden. Richie’s always telling me about the kinds of things that bother him at the office,” you say. Theseus’ jaw clenches. With his suit coat already having been slung across the couch in the living room, he’s quick to roll his button-down sleeves up to his elbows.

“Fucking Richard,” he mutters. It’s so quiet you almost miss it. Your brows raise. He runs a palm over his jaw, resisting the urge to bite down on one of his fingers.

“This is about him?”

“What?” he asks as he turns away from you to grab noodles from his pantry. The first time he’d asked about Richard had been harmless. A one-off question at the end of your evening when he’d been walking you back to your flat. A question you’d answered simply. He’s just your secretary. Then he’d asked again. A second and a third time.

“This. Your… mood. It’s about him, isn’t it?” you ask. You’re attempting to sound understanding, but you know there’s an edge to your tone. He doesn’t elicit an answer. “I thought I told you he wasn’t anything to worry about. He works for me.”

“I know,” he grumbles.

“Then what’s this about, hm?” you ask, standing from your chair and moving into his space.

“It’s just.” He’s cracking, slightly. He hates that he’s allowed himself to get affected by something so trivial. “He’s always there.”

“You’ve got yourself in a fit because my secretary comes into my office during work hours?”

“It’s the way he is around you, you know? He’s always around, always touching or trying to touch. You should see the way he looks at you,” he huffs. The box in his hand drops onto the counter suddenly, his hands following as he pushes his weight against them.

“Thes-” you start.

“You think I like being like this? You think it’s something I want? To be so angry and aggravated about something that I can’t control? That you can’t control?” he asks. “Everytime he touches you I want to rip his fucking hands off.”

You step behind him, winding your arms around his middle until he’s stood straight again. His hands find yours and interweave between your fingers.

“It’s not you,” he sighs. “Well, I mean, it is you. I don’t see how there isn’t a single man left in the world not wrapped tight around your finger.”

You press a kiss between his collarbones. He relaxes into your hold.

“I don’t want Richard,” you say.

“I know.”

“I want you.”

“I want you, too, darling.”

“But I also want you to talk to me,” you say as you urge him to turn to face you with a tap of your fingers against his torso. “I’ll talk to him. I can’t say I haven’t noticed him being a little closer to me than some of the other secretaries have been with their bosses, because I have. So, I’ll talk to him. But, I need you to talk to me, too.”

His forehead falls forward until it’s pressed against yours.

You continue, “I need you to tell me when stuff like this bothers you. You can’t just be all angry at the world and do nothing about it and expect it all to change. Okay?”

“I can do that,” he hums.

“Good,” you nod.

“Good.”

“You also need to remember that I’m a grown-up and I can handle myself, too, right? Just because another man may or may not have his eyes on me doesn’t mean I’m going to go running off into the sunset with him,” you say. A soft laugh rumbles in his chest, his eyes crinkling with a soft smile at the sides.

“Alright,” he says.

“Now,” you say. “What’s for dinner?”

#theseus scamander #theseus scamander x reader #callum turner #callum turner x reader #harry potter #fantastic beasts and where to find them

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henry-the-queer-artist · 11 months ago

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hufflepuff representation is scarce but boy are the characters amazing

#fantastic beasts #harry potter #make no mistake i still hate JKR #but I do like the movies #mostly fb #nymphadora tonks #cedric diggory #newt scamander #theseus scamander #eddie redmayne #robert pattinson #natalia tena #callum turner

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muxshwriting · 9 months ago

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we always do...

Theseus Scamander x reader

summary: theseus and his wife may have very conflicting views on war, but they'll never go to bed angry and never leave the other in danger || warnings: fighting, violence || word count: 1567 || masterlist

REQUESTED by @malvikareader: Can you please write a Thesues Scamander x reader fic from your imagination (my minds not working as of now)

You often disagreed with your husbands job. Not in theory, because being an auror is an honourable and noble career. But in practise, the ministry was throwing him recklessly into a war and not to capture dark wizards. You knew that you couldn't stop Theseus from fighting, the reckless and caring man he is. But you wanted him to stay alive, even if it meant arguing with him about safety and trying to get him to take care of himself before running into danger to help others.

"Why do you have to go and fight?"

"I'm the head of aurors." Theseus said incredulously.

"You don't deserve to fight and die in this war just because you're an auror. You didn't sign up to be a soldier."

He shrugged. "Sometimes that's what the world needs."

You nod, seemingly finished with the disagreement before continuing to speak. "Where's you brother?"

"What?"

"He's sent us a letter," You hold up said letter for Theseus to see. "He's put together a haphazard alliance to try and singlehandedly take down Grindelwald. An alliance he implies you already knew about. Are you and Newt insane, Theseus? Have you been checked?"

Theseus chuckled slightly at your words. "Darling, Newt only told me about his team today. The letter arrived later than expected. I'm going to try and stop him from getting himself killed."

"Then I'm going to stop you from being killed." You declare.

"I'm not going to be killed, Y/N."

"You're throwing yourself into a suicide mission and I can't let you do it alone. Look-"

Theseus pulled you into his arms. "I know. I know." He comforts. "We'll get through this together, right?"

You give him a watery smile. "We always do."

"We always do." He agrees, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and then your lips.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, your hands fidgeting in your lap as you start to realise what the future may hold for you and your husband. Slowly, you're realising the harrowing weight of your new quest and the increasing likelihood of an outcome that involves death.

"Have you got something on your mind?" Theseus asks softly.

"Besides the obvious, no." You glance out of the window, unable to look him in the eyes. "I love you Theseus."

He replies in earnest. "I love you too."

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The crowd shouts as Newt leads you all through the German Ministry of Magic. Theseus' hand has a firm grip on yours, keeping you close to him and trying to keep you safe. You stay by his side as Newt tries to pass on his message to Vogel. The Supreme Mugwump steps up to make his final speech, beginning normal and then starting to take a more sinister turn.

Newcomers begin to slink into the room, a few faces recognisable from Paris. They're Grindelwald's followers, meaning that this tea party in Berlin won't end as calmly as you hoped it would. The three of you follow the newcomers as they weave through the crowd, being watched as you do this and almost taunted by them.

"... insufficient evidence exists to prosecute Gellert Grindelwald for the crimes against the muggle community of which he was accused." The Supreme Mugwump pardons Grindelwald of all his crimes as Theseus approaches his followers, attempting to place them under arrest.

One sneaks up behind you and a wand presses against your temple. Your body freezes in place as you try to see who has you under threat. The shift of your head had the wizard behind you wrapping his arm around your neck to hold you in place.

"Theseus!" Before he could reply, Theseus is hit with a spell he never saw coming and drops to the ground. The crowd began to thin as people didn't want to be involved and swiftly left the room. You begin to struggle against his grip, trying to fight back but an utterance is heard and the world goes black.

When the world comes back into view, the first thing you realise is that you're upside down. Secondly, your hands and ankles are bounded together and chained to the ceiling of the dank cell you find yourself in. Thirdly, you're alone. Theseus is nowhere to be seen but you can hear the chinking of chains to your right.

"Theseus?"

The clinking stopped. "Hello? Y/n, is that you?"

"Theseus!" At least you weren't in this prison alone. "Are you alright?"

"I think so?" The answer came out as a question. "I'm upside down for some reason."

You can't hold back your laugh, imagining your husband strung up by his ankles and swinging in his cell. "Me too. I think the blood is getting to my head."

Theseus sighed. "Yeah. Are you alright though? You aren't hurt?"

"I'm alright." You reply. "Can't wait to get out of here, but alright."

The two of you hang together for many hours, drifting in and out of consciousness as the blood rush become too much at times. You're awoken to someone calling Theseus' name and getting closer.

"Rescuing us are you?" Theseus tries to joke.

"That's the general idea!" Newt replies, edging closer. You see he's being followed by a large consortium of crabs, all copying the bizarre way he is walking.

"Is this a strategic move or do you just like to walk like that sometimes Newt?" You ask him.

Newts shrugs slightly. "It's called limbic mimicry, supposed to discourage violent engagement."

"Supposed to?" Theseus asks.

"Theoretically. I've only attempted it once before with inconclusive results." He continues to ramble about his experiment as he now faces Theseus.

A giant tail sprouts from the central darkness to assess the space next to Newt. The three of you freeze in place, Newt dodging the tail. A few levels down, a firefly lamp goes out and the prisoner screams. The tail retracts and a stinger takes it's place, aiming directly for the screaming prisoner and dragging him down into the depths.

In the chaos of the smaller crabs, Newt cut Theseus down and moved on to sever your bonds as well. You dropped to the floor, angling your body so you'd land on your side and shoulder instead of your head.

"Thanks Newt." You sarcastically say, pulling yourself to your feet and moving towards Theseus. Newt was once again focused on the crabs, who were interested in you all again.

"And the plan is?" Theseus asks.

Instead of answering, Newt cupped his hands to his face and blew, letting a whistle-like noise echo throughout the prison.

"Uh Newt? That's not a plan."

"We're gonna need some help." He suddenly struck up his pose to 'discourage violent engagement' and the crabs copied him without hesitation. After the exchange of some heavy looks, you and Theseus copied him and began to the slow ascent to the exit.

Just as you neared the top, Theseus stepped on one of the crabs, crushing it. Before any of you could say a word, the lamp began to flicker in and out and the distinct rumbling of the giant creature began. The tail popped up from the darkness and the trio ran. As you weaved through narrow stone corridors, the creature's tail crashed through walls just behind, hunting for it's prey. It began to shoot poison from it's stinger that was so strong it melted stone.

You and Theseus were separated as you tried to avoid the flying poison and the onslaught of regular crabs which had reappeared. The number of appendages that the creature had seemed to only grow as they appeared in every direction, hunting for you.

As a limb reached toward you, you jump over a different limb and continue to run. Spotting Theseus in the corner of your eye, you make a beeline towards him and almost crash into him as you slowed, Newt joining you. You all took off down yet another hallway as the rocks collapsed behind you, separating the creature from the group. Or so you thought.

Before you had a second to breathe, the creature had wrapped an arm around your waist, squeezing you and pulling you backwards. Theseus called out your name, grasping your hands in his and trying to keep you close. Newt tries to help but Theseus' grip falters for a moment and you slide closer to the edge.

Out of nowhere, Pickett appears with Newt's wand and you all fall into the pit before apparatting out of that godforsaken place.

Your back slams onto forest floor, limb still wrapped around your waist. The feel of it repulses you as you try to squirm your way out and push it off of you. Theseus pulls it off as it continues to move and wriggles away through the leaves.

Now on your feet, your hands are batting off and dirt and leaves stuck to you, still convinced you were being crushed by the creature. Your heartbeat is pounding in your ears and your hands have a slight shake to them. Theseus gently approaches, grasping your hands in his and staring into your soul.

"You're alright. It's over. We're safe."

"We got through it." You mutter, stumbling into his arms.

Theseus melted in your embrace, dropping his head onto your shoulder. "We always do."

"We always do..." You whispered back like a mantra, a prayer that you both would and a promise that you did.

#theseus scamander #theseus scamander x reader #fantastic beasts #harry potter #wizarding world #muxsh #muxshwriting

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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 5 months ago

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Hey,

Could you please write a Grindelwald one-shot, where he get‘s jealous, because Theseus kept looking at fem!reader during the tea party.(the one with the „assasination“ attempt). After the Jacob incident they return back to Nurmengard and he claims what‘s his.(smut?)

Grindelwald X Reader: My love is mine, all mine

Warnings: Smut, mean Grindelwald (very tame), Jealousy, meantions of heartbreak (very quick), p in v, creampie, female anatomy, fingering, male anatomy, porn with little plot, no use of y/n, not proofread.

Word count: 1,5K

You can feel his eyes on you. Even without looking in his direction you know for sure he is still staring at you. You keep your head held high, eyes looking forwards, completely ignoring his presence. You’re not the only one who noticed his presence. Beside you Grindelwald shifts, his hand moving to rest on your thigh. The action causes you to look over at him. He doesn't spare you so much as a glance, he doesn't need to, the mere touch of his skin on yours tells you everything.

He’s jealous.

He knows of your history with theseus. You’d joined Grindelwald’s cause after Thesues had told you of his proposal to Lita. You’d been in love with the older scamander for years and the idea of him loving someone else had broken something inside you. The rage that filled you had made you the perfect recruit for Grindelwald. He’d found the pain inside your heart and promised you revenge. What neither of you had expected was the feelings you ended up developing for each other. Grindelwald had mended your broken heart and given you a way to let your anger out without judgement.

You raise your glass to your lips, taking a sip of your drink, head slightly turning to the side. From the corner of your eyes you saw Theseus. Your face showed no emotion but your heart skipped a small beat at the sight of him. He hasn't changed much since you’d last seen him.You felt something squeeze your thigh harshly, causing you to turn to look at Grindelwald. His bicolored eyes bored into yours, a small snarl showing up on his features as he moved to look over your head at Theseus before returning his gaze to you. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could a shout ripped through the room causing him to shift his attention.

“Assassin!”

Your head snapped up at the sound of your eyes finding the figure of Jacob Kowalski. And he was pointing a wand at Grindelwald. Jacob raised his wand over his head, a storm forming on the ceiling above. You looked over at Grindelwald curiously. Was this man not a muggle? You didn;t have much time to express your confusion because all hell seemed to break loose in a matter of seconds. Grindelwald grabbed your hand, camply leading you away from the table and out the door. You turned around just in time to see Jacob and a woman disappearing into a cluster of paper.

Your body launched forwards as you arrived at Nurmengard. Grindelwald dragged you along not stopping until he reached his private quarters. You kicked your shoes off, sighing with annoyance.

“Well that was a complete mess.”

Grindelwald remained silent, his back turned to you as he stared out the window. You make your way to him.

“Don’t worry, love. It’s just a small set back we will-”

“Have I made it clear?”

You gave him a questioning look. Confused as to what he was talking about.

“Have I not shown them time and time again that you belong to me?”

Ah. So that's what this was about.

Grindelwald wasn’t known for his patience or his kindness. He was known for getting what he wanted by any means necessary. And on occasion he was known to harm anyone who tried to take something from him. Theseus wasn’t a threat. Deep down Grindelwald knew this but in the moment it didn’t matter. He needed to know that you were his.

Only his.

You placed a palm over his chest, your other hand moving to cup his cheek. You gave him a small smile which he didn’t return. You didn’t mind, you knew in a couple of minutes he would get what he wanted and all of this would be long forgotten in the morning. That didn’t mean you were going to make it easy for him.

“He means nothing to me. You’re the only one I want.”

You gasped as Grindelwald's hand wrapped around your chin, tugging your face up harshly. You groaned as his hand put pressure on your neck, his eyes glowing with a bit of madness as he did so. He tugged your lips to his in a rough pace. His teeth clashed with yours, his tongue lapping at your mouth. You felt your feet pad against the ground rapidly as Grindelwald pushed you towards his desk. A whine left your lips as your back collided with the wood, but it quickly turned into a moan as Grindelwald bit into your lips. He wasn’t always like this. There were nights when he was a gentle lover. But when he got like this, his whole body burning with jealousy, the loving side of him disappeared completely, letting the animal inside take control. He parted your legs, slotting his body into the gap. A groan escaped from his lips as his growing bulge dragged against your clothed cunt. His hands trailed down your legs, bunching up your dress so that he could get a clear view of your underwear.

“Grindelwald…”

His eyes shifted to gaze up at the sound of his name falling from your lips. Your face was flushed, lips parted as you let out shaky breaths. It was incredible how easily he could get you all worked up.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Is that so? Ready to prove it to me?”

You nod eagerly, causing him to give you a wolfish grin.His hand runs against your clothed folds, making you squirm.

“Behave.”

You bite your lip at his tone, swallowing down a moan as he shifts your underwear to the side. His nimble fingers plunge into you without warning. You cling to his shoulder, small noises escaping your lips as he begins to curl his fingers inside you. He lets out a small pant, a slight indication of the effect you have on him. As much as he wants to torture you he knows he won’t be able to controle himself for a lot longer. Your walls clench around his fingers.

“Please.”

“What is it my love?”

“Need you.”

“Is that so?”

He scissor his fingers making you moan.

“I saw you looking at him. Do you wonder what he’d feel like? Do you think he’d be able to give you pleasure like I do?”

You shake your head, your brain far too lost on the feeling of his fingers to answer verbally. At your lack of response, he slows his fingers making you shine.

“Answer me.”

“No only you can make me feel like this.”

“Good.”

Grindelwald removed his fingers from inside you. Before you can complain about the lack of him, his hands are moving to his pants, unbuttoning them before tugging his dick free. You swallow at the sight. You spread your legs wider, patiently awaiting him to fill you. He looks down at you, taking in the sight of the way you look beneath him. You give him a small grin and he can’t help but return the gesture. He moves forward, lining his dick with your entrance before plunging in with a harsh thrust. You bite into your cheek at the feeling of his stretching you open. He rests his head on your shoulder, the feeling of your warmth overwhelming for a moment. Then the moment is gone. His hips snaps into you at a brutal pace. You gasp as he thrusts into you, your throat raw from the screaming. It would be wise to tell you to keep it down but Grindelwald wants the world to hear you scream his name. He wants them to hear who you belong to.

“Gellert-ugh-i’m close.”

He could tease you. He could be cruel and pull out right now. Finish himself off with his hand and leave you wanting for more. But he won;t do that. No. Marking you with his cum seems much more attractive at the moment. He doubles his efforts, hips snapping as a speed you would consider impossible. His fingers move to your clit, thumb moving in sloppy circles against the small bundle of nerves.

“Fuck gonna cum-please please-ah!”

And just like that your release washes over you. Your body spasms as you coat Grindelwads dick with your cum. You sink onto the desk, body completely exhausted. Grindelwald takes the opportunity to raise your legs slightly, allowing him to thrust into you at a harshed pace. After a few thrusts he comes apart, his seed counting your cunt. He groans, body leaning forward to rest against your for a moment. You give him a content hum, fingers moving to caress his hair. He gives your neck a small kiss before pulling out of you. He stands before you, shoving his dick back into his pants before helping you up from the desk. You feel his cum seep down your leg. Grindelwald pulls you into a lingering kiss.

“My girl.”

“All yours.”

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jesperfahxey · 11 months ago

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CALLUM TURNER as THESEUS SCAMANDER FANTASTIC BEASTS: THE SECRETS OF DUMBLEDORE (2022) dir. David Yates

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keepmeinmind-01 · 1 day ago

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fav niche headcanon is when Theseus gets back from the war and, after some debate, is accepted as being a hero by the Ministry (after all, he technically committed treason), he keeps getting lots of praise — but also is targeted several times by blood supremacists and anti-Muggle wix. like random attacks, threatening letters… having his flat’s door spray painted, being recognised on the street, hounded by the press for the fact he “murdered people the Muggle way…”

#fantastic beasts #theseus scamander #fantastic beasts and where to find them

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mamalunawolf · 1 month ago

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Theseus Scamander - Oh The Saint That You Are

A mature content- NO YOUNG ONES ALLOWED. 🔞

Based of a certain someone. 🌽 links provided will be colored and added. Viewer discretion is advised. Spoilers for some.

This has videos in them. Watch at your discretion. Away from others. Please make sure you have twitter or x.

This one is for you baby girl @rypnami

Theseus

After the fall of Grindlewald, Leta being gone. It took him some years to get used to the idea of being alone. You couldn’t blame him. He lost the love of his life. A woman who sacrificed herself for his safety, and for Newt. To pay for what she had done to her brother. Now, after that. He would spend time with Newt, and all the beasts he had taken care of. ALL of them. From bowtruckles, to moon calves that took up his time. And being a high trained auror, he thought he had a chance. No, wrong. Bruises and cuts later, Newt retired Theseus. A shock, to fire his “own brother.”

That’s when you came along. That big bright smile and a smug grin. You were assigned to his department, to work alongside him. BUT BOY! He could not keep his eyes off you. You were great. More than great. The moment he saw you put down a wizard for trying to harm a muggle. Spewing nonsense about your blood purity. He had it coming. His head was to the ground and your knee planted into the back of his neck. Theseus had to bite his tongue from doing anything rash. After all, he was a nice guy. The leader of the auror department.

He saw you enter Hogwarts when he finally had the ability to speak to you. You had come on behalf of Dumbledore. Newt was even present. You entered the grounds of the quidditch pitch. Of course, Theseus was nervously smiling at you like a fool. He even thought he could lean on a broom from one of the players. Not being used at the time, and now served as a rest for him. To pose proper and charm you with his natural good looks. That is, a whistle called out and the poor man had the broom swept from under him. Careless mistake on his part to do, but now he was on the ground. While Newt got to laugh. “Not me this time, brother.”Oh shut it, will you?” Theseus knew that moment, he was as smitten as the day you arrived.

Months later, he had the courage to court you and take you on dates. Picnics, and even the best teas around Hogsmeade. But you didn’t want tea. You had butterbeer. A warm mug of it, three pints and you were enjoying yourself around him. And the many intimate moments with him. You KNEW Theseus was a switch. He loved it when you tied his hands around his back. Sitting oh so nicely in his office chair at home. Meeting him, you wouldn’t peg the guy to be that way. No, sir. A whimpering mess, as you stroked his erection in your hand. Slick with your saliva. Begging on good graces to fuck you raw into your heat. Grinding on him without a mere thought made him want to ravish you, but as a good auror. He allowed you the satisfaction. Even coming all over himself and on your hands. On most days, he would let you make him tea. A nice cuppa for a relaxing evening home. But no, he didn’t want the tea. He wanted to be on his knees, licking and lapping at your folds. Sucking on clit, while you moaned. Your hands in his hair, while he ate you out. But when he wasn’t a complete submissive to your every beck and call. He was so into you. And he didn’t like to share. Hell, he didn’t even like sharing the toys Mrs. Scamander would give to the boys. One night, after a rough day at work. He thought it would be wise to take you to Hogs head for fire whiskey or butterbeer since The Three Broomsticks was too full of students and other occupants. A couple of the wizards had a keen look on you. To watch you talk and move around. He saw that. So he took you home early, telling you what he saw. You laughed at him for being jealous. “I am not jealous.” Hands on his hips, as he stood there in only his dress shirt and trousers. You poked fun at him for it. You were sadly mistaken. He had you pinned to the bed. He enchanted your wrists to be tied above your head. Both of his hands held your hips up. Thrusting his cock in and out of your cunt. Watching your juices drip out of your heat. He loved your moans, pathetic as they sounded. He turned you over after pounding into you. Letting his cock rub against your folds before going in again. He went to your ear, “am I wrong for being jealous. To not share…” a hard thrust, “What is mine..? Sweetheart. Who do you belong to?” You were a whimpering mess. “Yours.” Saying his name as a worshipping figure to a god. He let his lips kiss along your back. Driving himself into a climax, filling you up with his seed. He chuckled at you, with an exhausted breath and pulled away from you. Watching your legs tremble on your shared bed. After that day, you would purposefully let men stare at you. Because he IS Theseus Scamander.

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