#sweetheart newt scamander

[trashyswitch]

Day 10: Spidering

Newt has offered to let Jacob help him look after the magical beasts again. This time, he has an Acromantula family with spiderlings he has to tend to. It takes a moment for Jacob to understand what this actually entails...

Late...again. What else is new? Oh well. I brought back Newt Scamander! Hope you all enjoy!

Newt climbed into the suitcase before Jacob, to get to his large sanctum. Now, Jacob had been in the suitcase a few times now, and was no longer as scared of the creatures. Though this was in part due to Newt desensitizing him to the creatures, Newt still found it very helpful having another helper in his suitcase occasionally. 

Besides: This time, Newt had a large amount of tasks to do today. He had to feed the creatures, tend to the Grindylow’s, and add more empty light bulbs to the Light bulb habitat. The first two tasks were standard stuff he did on the daily. But the light bulb task? Not so much. What happened was, Newt had recently brought more glow worms into his suitcase. As a result, he needed to provide the glow worms more light bulbs to make sure each one has its own to thrive in. 

With Jacob on board, all of these tasks were done in the matter of an hour. 

But unbeknownst to Jacob, Newt had saved his favorite task for last. 

“Where are we now?” Jacob asked. 

“We’re in another habitat I made especially for the Acromantulas.” Newt told him. 

“What are acromantulas?” Jacob asked. 

“I guess in your world they would be called spiders.” Newt explained. 

“O-Oh…” Jacob froze up with nervousness. “S-Spiders?” 

“Oh…Right, are you nervous around spiders?” Newt asked him. 

“Uh- Oh! No no no.” He shook his head and scoffed, waving his hand. “Nah, I’m not bothered by them. They’re small little things. Easy to deal with.” He told him. 

“Okay good.” Newt told him. “The mother was expecting, and eggs were pretty much ready to hatch last I checked.” Newt told him, leading him through the big habitat. 

Jacob could feel the anxiety worsening with every sentence. “D-Did you s-say…B-Babies?” Jacob asked. 

“Yup.” Newt replied. “And if I’m correct, then the babies should’ve hatched this morning.” Newt climbed up a rock, and landed on the ground in front of it. “Which means I need to introduce myself.” Newt told him. 

Jacob let out a shaky breath. “Oh boy…” He mumbled, patting his forehead with a handkerchief. The man was visibly nervous. 

“They’re currently residing in a habitat somewhat similar to where the Nundu resided.” Newt told him. “Only difference was, this rainforest looked more like the rainforests in Indonesia.” He told him. 

Jacob bit his lip. “Uh huh?” 

Newt kept going. “Though I would normally try to save room by putting the Acromantulas into the Nundu habitat, the mother was expecting babies at the time.” Newt explained. “And you can probably imagine my fear of the Nundu killing the Acromantula couple in their most vulnerable state.” Newt explained. 

Newt and Jacob finally reached the nesting grounds of the Acromantula family. 

“OOOoohmygod they’re huge…” Jacob muttered. 

“RIght, forgot to mention that. They’re quite giant.” Newt mentioned. “Also, please keep a good distance from them. Humans are their prey, and you’ll be caught if you’re not careful.” Newt told him. 

“Oooookay…” Jacob moved a good 20 feet away, and sat himself down on a rock. “I’m gonna need a second…” He muttered. 

“Take your time.” Newt told him from the nest. Newt looked up to the Acromantulas and petted the mother’s head quite gently. “Hello big girl.” Newt greeted. “Doing well now?” He asked. And there, on the mother’s back, were all her babies. “And look at all of you…” Newt looked at all the babies. “A large litter of spiderlings.” Newt reacted. “Hello little guys.” Newt greeted. “How many have we got here?” He asked aloud. “I think there might’ve been up to 50 spiderlings per egg.” Newt said. 

“F-fifty…” He mumbled, his face growing more and more white. 

“I believe so.” Newt said. “And that’s relatively low compared to most egg sacs.” Newt added. He placed his hand under one of the spiderlings, and picked it up. “Look at you…” Newt held the spider in both his palms “You’re a healthy one, aren’t you?” Newt reacted calmly. 

“S-So…Y-you’re not afraid of th-them?” Jacob asked. 

“Not even a little. They’re absolutely fascinating to me.” Newt told him, reaching his hand up and placing the spiderling onto the Acromantula’s back. “The spiderlings themselves are relatively harmless.” Newt unbuttoned his coat as he walked up to Jacob. “Can you take this?” He asked, handing him the blue coat. 

“S-Sure.” Jacob said, taking it for him, before checking vigorously for any spiders hidden in the coat. But the pockets were relatively empty besides his wand.

“The spiderlings are rather curious little creatures.” Newt admitted, placing his hand onto the back of the Acromantula mother. “Wanna see how I get them used to me?” Newt asked. 

“S-Sure! Sure.” Jacob admitted, trying to put on a brave face again. 

“Are you sure? I will warn you, it’s a little scary to watch if you’re scared of spiders.” Newt admitted. “But I assure you, they’re quite harmless.” He reminded him. 

“Yeah, I wanna see what you do.” Jacob replied. 

“Alright.” Newt unbuttoned 2 of his top buttons before placing his hand onto the Acromantula’s back. 

Jacob watched as a bunch of the spiderlings crawled onto Newt’s hand, and down his arm to his shirt. Though Jacob was horrified at first, he calmed slightly when he saw Newt’s eager, crooked smile. It looked like a bunch of the spiderlings were moving down his arm and both into, and on top of Newt’s shirt. 

“Ihit’s been forever since I fehelt thihis.” Newt admitted, letting a few giggles slip. 

Jacob, to be frank, was a little perplexed. “Felt what?” He asked. 

“Sihince Ihihi fehelt-” Newt’s arm began to pull away from the spider’s back as bits of giggles and laughter left his mouth. “Hehehehe- HahahaHA!” 

Jacob dropped his jaw. “Are you okay?!” He stood up from the rock with his eyes widened. “You look like you’re gonna fall any second!” 

“S-Stahahay bahack, Ihi’m fine, ihihihi’m fihine!” He told him. “Ihihi’ll just-” Newt carefully laid himself down onto the ground to save himself from injury. “Thehehere.” He said. When Newt was on his back, the spiderlings seemed more than happy to truly explore their first human. “Ohohokahay, GAHAHAhahahaha! Gohohoho nuhuhuts!” 

“Ohoho my god!” Jacob reacted, watching the whole thing. “Is this a normal occurrence for you?!” Jacob asked him. 

“Hahahaha! Sohometihihimes! D-Dehehepehends ohohohon the spihihiderlihihings.” Newt admitted. 

“So you just let them…tickle you?” Jacob asked. 

“Ihihit nohormally doesn’t tihickle thihihis bahad!” Newt admitted. “Ihihi dihihidn’t ehexpehehehect thihihis!” 

Jacob watched on as Newt was continuously swarmed by spiders, and presumably explored. But it looked more like the spiderlings were doing more tickling than exploring. Jacob could only imagine that this type of exploration was supposed to tickle. But if that was the case, then why didn’t Newt mention this before?! 

Although, we are talking about the same person who didn’t mention that Acromantula’s are a million times bigger than muggle-spiders. 

“Cahaharefuhuhul! Ohoho jeeeheeheeheez…” Newt muttered. It was clear he was beginning to realize the situation he willingly put himself into. 

“Oh god…” Jacob seemed to realize this too. “Do they know when to stop?” Jacob asked. 

“Ihihihi dohohon’t- AAHAHAA! Ihi dohohon’t knohohow!” Newt admitted, rolling onto his left side. Unfortunately for Newt (And fortunately for Jacob), Newt had rolled towards Jacob…meaning Newt’s bright smile and giddy face was completely visible to his new friend. 

Gosh, just seeing the joy on Newt’s face was enough to make Jacob laugh. “Ohoho geez! Hahahaha! Thihis ihis awesohome!” He reacted. 

Newt covered his face with his hands. “Shuhuhut uhuhup…” Newt whined. 

This only made Jacob laugh even more! “Dihid you just whine like a child?!” Jacob asked him. 

“Nohohohoho…” Newt whined in the exact same tone. 

“Wohohow…You even lie like one too!” Jacob reacted. 

“STAHAHAP!” Newt shouted at him. 

“Okay, okay!” Jacob put his hands up in arrest. “Is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?” Jacob asked. 

“Plehehehease hehehelp mehehehe!” Newt pleaded. 

“Ah-” Jacob looked at the mother. “I don’t think I can, Newt…” One little snippet of information rang through his head: 

[ “Please keep a good distance from them. Humans are their prey, and you’ll be caught if you’re not careful.” ] 

Remembering this, Jacob knew he couldn’t come closer for fear of the mother eating him. But his friend was gonna die of laughter if he didn’t do anything…

Suddenly, the spiders paused their exploring! They just stood there in place. They didn’t even flinch! 

And then, as if nothing happened, all the spiderlings crawled off of Newt. While Newt laid limp on the ground, the spiders all crawled up their mother’s leg and onto their mother’s back again. How they knew to do that, Jacob had no clue. 

Jacob ran up to Newt and knelt down to help him. “Newt! Are you okay?” 

Newt was laying there, giggling with a permanent smile on his face. “Goodness…Thahat wahahas…” Newt giggled a little more. “Tohohoo much.” He said, sitting himself up. 

“Let me getcha up.” Jacob took his hand and pulled him onto his feet. When he was up, Jacob wrapped Newt’s arm around his shoulders, and helped him walk. “You okay, buddy?” 

Newt giggled and snorted. “Never betteher.” Newt muttered. 

Jacob shook his head as he laughed. This would be the perfect story to tell Queenie and Tina. 

[freedomforthewin]

For the Newt taking over option, he’d do that because he was worried that Theseus being anxious was going to make the baby anxious. So the taking over thing would be to be calm and help keep the baby calm. Tumblr had a short character limit in the poll options section, so I had to explain it here instead.

Maybe the Wizarding World would have found a better way to administrate vaccines. Hopefully lol. We’ll just assume right now that they haven’t.

Apparently muggle doctors give multiple shots to babies. Multiple would suck. You get sore after one because the needle goes into the muscle. After getting multiple, babies must really feel sore.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Late Night Cutie Pie

Newt Scamander X Knight Bus Worker! Reader

((Can be read as platonic))

While working on the bus, a famous little face pops itself into the open doors. A sweetheart that’s been stressed out of his mind, and you do what you do best. Help those in need. Along with show you might have a talent for Nifflers, on top of a talent for flustering Magizoologists

Warnings: very adorable fluff, tooth rotting fluff, fluster newt, newt being painfully adorable, and of course TEDDY SHENANIGANS

“Ooooo we got a celebrity joining us tonight-!” You heard you coworker, a talking head, shout to you. You wondered who that could be, as you finished tidying up the beds. Ready for whatever lost soul is needing a good rest. Pillows fluffed, blankets laid out, and wheels oiled to keep people from flying.

“Oh no no. Im not celebrity-“ A almost timid voice would speak, as you hurried down from the upper floor. Once your shoes hit the ground, your eyes went wide with who they landed on. A man in a blue jacket, fluffy hair, and a suit case in hand. Newt Scamander. In the flesh.

“No way-“ You whispered, before those big blue eyes were on you. He gave a shy little wave, before rummaging in his pocket. Pulling out his ticket, and snapping you back to reality. As instinct, you were quick to sort it out. Not even needing to look at your hands, as you kept them on him. Snip, snap, POP, done!

“Normally we never pry, but uh. What’s a guy like you doing on a bus like ours-?” You asked. You were a Knight Bus Worker. You had to be social, after all. So being direct with people, no matter the face, is an important skill to have. One that was leaving him embarrassed.

“Well, seems you know who I am. Guess you can kinda put two and two together. Not many people trust that I’ll keep my friends under control.” He admits, with a smile that said it hurt him. They were animals. Not their fault after all. You won’t lie, though. It’s touching how he would simply turn those people away. Compared to following their rules, and leaving his friends behind.

“I mean, we’ve had the shadiest people come on here. Better to have Hippogriff shit on the bed than human shit. Least with a bird like that, you know they couldn’t help it.” You would put, rather bluntly, which had him smile. Knowing he wouldn’t be a burden to anyone on the bus, given you were being very direct with him. Compared to sugar coating, or babying him because of his Hufflepuff nature. People tended to do that, and even he was getting annoyed. A welcome change it was.

“I’ll take you to the upper floor, so you can have more room. Not a lot of people go up there, because of motion sickness. So you’ll have plenty of room to stretch your legs-!” You comforted, as you were making his night. A place to actually rest, and work with his care. You were just his angel. He wanted to hug you so badly, and you can tell with his arms tensing. Once a Hufflepuff, always a Hufflepuff.

“Bring it in-“ You reassured, and he nearly lifted you off the ground. Made you wheeze, but you couldn’t deny it. Hufflepuffs gave the best hugs. Not many people liked to treat you more than part of the bus, so it was a very nice change. Felt good to get a hug.

“Truly, I am so grateful. Be nice to sleep in a bed for a while. Not to say I do not enjoy nature, but we all live in certain environments for a reason after all." The older man said, when he finally set you free. Must be so hard, world traveling. Maybe he was home sick, so he was back in England for a while. Maybe animals were in need. Who knows! You just know he needed rest.

"Come on up then." You would escort him to the second floor of the double decker bus, and would lead him to a freshly made bed. You also made sure the frame was secure, wheels smooth, anything that could cause issues in his stay. Just wanting him to get some rest. As you did, you were not aware of Newt having a panic attack behind you. The moment you turned; he quickly hid his suitcase. Smiling big, with eyes darting everywhere.

"Doing alright? Seem a bit shaken, what's up?" You asked, as he keeps his nervous smile. A tug at his collar, before his eyes were now staring at something behind you. That made you raise a brow, before you slowly turned around. Just as you did, something jumped on you. You gave a shout, before you were tumbling into the once Hufflepuff. Both of you crashing to the ground.

"TEDDY-! NO! WEVE BEEN OVER THIS-!" You heard him shout, as you were helped up. Now you had a niffler choking you out, given he was dangling off your lanyard. Now knowing it was a niffler, you weren't upset. Your lanyard had many shiny pins and buttons. It can't be helped.

"Aw, you want a pin?" You cooed, as you soon scooped the little gremlin into your arms. Him still holding the lanyard, as Newt calmed down. Surprised to see Teddy calm as well. Just looking up at you with those big eyes. Sparkling with desire. You knew what to do, given many a child has ridden the bus. For one reason or another.

"Here is a nice shiny pin, all for you." You smiled, as you rummaged in your pocket. Soon you had a pin in hand, designed to look like the knight bus. With glittery windows, that made it sparkle like stars. That had the niffler let go of the lanyard, and make grabby hands for the pin. Into his tiny hands it went, and he hugged it tightly. A little chirp of happiness, before it went into his pouch. Safe and sound. Now he was satisfied, for the time being.

"Amazing..." Newt whispered, before he would take Teddy back. The little guy was quick to pull the new possession out, and showed it to his dad. Newt gave a 'ooo' and his eyes sparkled all the same. Just like a father, to a toddler. Melted your heart, to see a bond. How he kissed Teddy's head, and he gave chirps of joy.

"You have a talent for animals, I can see it clear as day. Teddy is always a handful, but like that you had it under control. No panic, and quick to find a solution. Amazing." He praised you, resulting a heavy blush on your face. What a praise and honor it was. Newt Scamander, praising your skills.

"Toddlers and nifflers are basically the same thing." You brushed off, before the bus was quick to make its sharp stop. You didnt move a inch, of course, but the father and son went flying. You winced, when Newt slammed into the window. He did, however, made sure to keep teddy wrapped around his arms. Pressed into his chest, so that the little thing suffered as little damage as possible. Such a pure soul.

"There is a reason we have complinetry sleeping potions and pain killers. Check the bedside table, back to work I go!" You waved goodbye, with Teddy waving bye as well. Since his dad was busy with new back pain.

Just like how it always was. Taking tickets, escorting newbies, comforting lost children, punching a drunk here and there. A typical night for the bus. As it was getting closer to the end of your shift, you would go and check on the famous celebrity. Up the stairs, and to the second floor.

There he was. His brief case locked to the bed frame, with an enchanted chain, and his coat hung up. His face pressed into the pillow, showing his knocked out face. Drooling, in a much needed rest. All the while little Teddy was snuggled close to his father. His face tucked under the man’s chin, and tiny hands hugging his dress shirt close. Safe, under the man’s arm.

You would sneak over, and make sure the blanket was pulled high enough for him and Teddy. Poor souls needed it. You wouldn’t be surprised if he would spend a few nights here. As if you would complain. The company would be needed, and who knows. Maybe a Pest Control guy would be needed. Sure get wild animagi coming in sometimes.

With Newt tucked in, and adjusting the pillow for Teddy, you would return down the stairs. All to be teased by that talking head for growing overly friendly with the celebrity. All it took was a flick, and he was spinning. That had you laugh, as you stretched.

Never a dull night, on that bus.

[beeslibrarycorner]

Newt scamander with a clumsy s/o

As much as he hates seeing you get hurt he can’t help the way he feels excited to comfort you.

All your friends make fun of you for tripping and stumbling and bumping into things and some of those comments get under your skin. Newt reassures you that everything is ok.

If you stub your toe he’s holding you against him and crooning into your hair about how it’s all going to be ok.

“I know sweetheart, it’s all going to be ok. Let’s get you off your feet so your not in pain anymore”

He kisses all your boo boos and bruises.

When you get cuts scraps and bruises he always looks at them and patches therm up when necessary.

“You are such a good patient”

He proofs the apartment for you so your less likely to get injured while he’s around.

He tells you that no matter what he will always be there for you and that you shouldn’t feel bad for needing help even if it’s a minor injury.

After your all patched up after an injury he likes to keep you off your feet and he takes care of everything while you rest.

[justmeinadaze]

We're a Family Part 20 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Dad Steddie X Mom Fem Reader, SMUT, slight role-play, dirty talk, FLUFF, this little family loves each other and Steddie love being dads <3, AGNST, while trick of treating they run into someone they know, Dylan has feelings and so does the reader.

Word Count: 4325

“Dada. Da da.”, James cooed as his little hands lightly tap on Steve’s face.

You smile from your place on the floor as you continue doing Aurora’s hair. Tonight was his first Halloween and he seemed very excited for a baby who had no idea it was even an holiday. To be fair, he could have just been amused at his father’s attire who was currently dressed like Indiana Jones. 

 “Yes, sir. I’m dada. Now, let dada finish getting your costume on.”

“How are we doing in here?”, Eddie asked as he sauntered in dressed as Slash followed by Dylan in his Newt Scamander costume. 

“Mommy’s almost done wit my hair.”, Ro announces. 

“And this little troublemaker is finally ready.”, Steve exhales as he lifts James from the bed to display him in his little bat costume complete with little ears at the top. 

“Aw. I should have gone as Ozzy this year!”, the metalhead playfully sighs.

“You are not biting my son’s head off.”, you scold.

“Jesus, sweetheart. Scared the hell out of me. I didn’t see you there. I thought there was actually a witch in our house.”

“A ha ha, Eddie Munson. Alright, my love. You’re ready.”

Aurora turns around to show everyone her Princess Leia costume from the new show her and Steve had been watching on Disney plus. 

“You look beautiful, honey.”

“Yeah and you’re a pain in the butt like her to.” She scrunches her nose as she hits Eddie’s hip with her little fist.

“Ok, my hat is downstairs. Once we grab that we will be ready!”

***

“Dad, if…if James is still a baby…why does he get candy?”, Ro asks as the six of you head to the next house. 

“Because you and your father are eating all the snacks we buy so any chance we can get for free food we take.”

His answer makes you cackle as Eddie sticks out his tongue at his husband. While heading up the stone steps of another home, you’re all blocked by a familiar face that gave you pause. 

“Oh, wow, um, hey Y/N.”

“Hi Vivian.” Your eyes quickly scan her over before landing on the smiling toddler in her arms dressed like a lion making you smile as well. “Who is this?”

“This is my son, Brody. Can you say hi? Say hi, baby.” He answers with a tiny roar that makes you laugh and James clap his hands. She beams at everyone before he eyes finally land on Dylan. “Oh my god. Dylan? Look…look how big you’ve gotten. Can I—”

She doesn’t even get to finish her sentence as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug.

“We’ll, uh, take them up to get candy.”, Steve nodded as Eddie lifted Aurora in his arms. 

Your eyes meet your eldest’s and you asked the question he was too afraid to ask. 

“How’s Charlie been doing? Is he with you two?”

“Oh, um, Charlie and I…we’re separated. I…I didn’t…he told me about signing over his rights and that just broke my heart. Things never got better after that.”, she whispered. “I caught him coming home late smelling like perfume…karma I deserved I guess.”

“Vivian, I—”

“No. No reason to apologize or…anything like that. I should have known, ya know?” Standing up straighter, she reaches out to hug Dylan again. “I still live in the same place if ever you want to come over and talk or hang out with this pain in the butt. Of course, if it’s ok with your mom and your dads.”

You son nods as she gives him one final smile and passes you both to head to the next house. 

“Are you okay?”, you ask as he watches her leave. 

“Yeah. I feel bad for Brody. Maybe…maybe he’ll get lucky to get an Eddie and Steve of his own one day.”

As if on cue, both men come back and Ro runs up to Dylan handing him a candy bar. 

“I got this for you!”, she announces as he grins down at her. 

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You softly smile from your spot on the couch as you watch the kids (and Eddie) dump all their candy out on the floor and begin sifting through it. 

“Ah, ah, little man.”, Steve scolds as he quickly scoops up the baby. “No candy for you yet till you get some teeth.”

“Mama!” Your smile grows as your son reaches for you and his father swishes him around in a circle like he’s flying till he lands in your arms. “Ma ma ma ma.”

“Go ahead. Suck up to her but she won’t give you candy either.”

James rubs his eyes before falling against your shoulder. 

“Oh, oh wait, my love. Let me get you bottle before you pass out.” As you stand and head for the kitchen, two set of eyes follow you worriedly as they hear the subtle crack in your voice.

Eddie gets up and cuts you off, preparing the bottle for you as he watches you hug James tighter to your body. Tapping your bicep, he hands you what you need and the baby takes it from you eagerly as his beautiful honey colored iris look up at you with love. 

A tear falls down your cheek and the metalhead wipes it away as he pulls your head to his chest.

“I love you.”, you mumble smothered by his shirt.

“I love you to, sweetheart. Do you want me to take him?”

“No but if you could put Princess Leia to sleep—”

“Mommy! I’m not sleepy!”, Aurora whines. 

“That’s so weird because it didn’t sound like to me she was asking.”, Eddie teases as he places his top hat on her head and she giggles as it slides over her eyes. Taking the opportunity, he picks her up and throws the toddler over his shoulder as he carries her up to her room. 

“I’m going to put this one down to.”, you smile carefully scooting towards his room so your movement don’t wake James as he continues to eat with his eyes closed.

The sound of rustling and Dylan’s voice gives you pause as you linger in the doorway of the baby’s room. 

“Do you want any of this candy, dad?”

“Is there anything sour in there?” Your son grins as he tosses something to Steve who thanks him as he tears it open. “Eddie always goes for those first so I imagine they will be gone by tomorrow afternoon.”, he chuckles as his eyes scan over Dylan. 

“Are you alright, kid?”

“Yeah, I’m just thinking…”

“About?”

“Brody, Vivian’s son.”

“Your brother?” The boy’s eyes guiltily look away and you hear Steve pat the space on the couch next to him. “Dylan even though we’re your dad, we get that biologically Charlie was also your father. He helped create you and Brody. Just because you don’t think of him that way anymore doesn’t mean that that little boy isn’t a part of your family. Just like Ro and James, he’s a part of you and if you want him and even Vivi in your life, that’s ok. We all would have to talk about it but I’m sure Eddie and Y/N would be fine with it.”

“And you?”

“Yeah of course.”

“You always seemed so upset before…”

“Not at you though, kid. I hope you know that. I just…love you. I always have; since I met you and got to know you. Even before you started calling me dad. I hated seeing you get hurt.”, he sighs. “But remember what we said, no matter what you’re our son to even if you miss him or decide you want to see him again—”

“I don’t think Charlie ever wants to see me again. I don’t want Brody to feel that. I want to be there for him like you guys were with me and mom.”

Steve wraps his arm around the young boy’s shoulders and yanks him to his side. 

“I love you, dad.”

“I love you to, Dylan.”

Footsteps echo from the stairs as Eddie enters the living room. 

“Aw! Are we hugging?” The metalhead falls beside his son and dramatically pulls them both into an awkward embrace that has Dylan laughing. “Oh, this is nice. Steven, Princess Leia wants you to read her a story.”

“Of course she does.” The man rises to his feet and playfully pushes Eddie’s arm as he places his Indiana Jones hat on his head. 

“Everything ok? Do you need me to read you a story to?”

“Not tonight no.”, he giggles. “Do you think Brody would like D & D?”

“Oh my god.”, the man sighs as he theatrically grabs his chest. “The fact that MY child wants to spread the wisdom that is Dungeons and Dragons to the younger generation just…ah…it makes my heart melt.”

“Wow, you are such a nerd.”, you jest as you head to put the now empty bottle in the sink after finally putting James in his crib. 

“Takes one to know one, babe. Yeah, man. I think he will. Maybe you can start off by reading him some of those campaign books since he’s too little right now to actually play.”

“Cool. So…”, he lowers his voice so only his father would hear. “…you would be ok with me, maybe, spending time with Vivian’s son?”

“Dude…”, Eddie responds in an equally low register. “As long as your happy, I don’t care. You know we need to all talk about it but…”, the man lowers his voice even more as he points to his son’s chest. “I agree with Steve. Just like our other two demons, Brody is a part of you. If you want to spend time with them, that’s ok. I’ll still love you, weirdo. Alright?”

Dylan hugs him again and you smile from your place in the kitchen as you watch Eddie squeeze him tighter as he kisses the top of his head. 

“I love you to, dad.”

***

“Alright, everyone except for the teenager is asleep but he’s in his room.”, Steve announces as he tosses you your favorite candy before shutting the bedroom door and climbing on to the mattress sitting across from you and Eddie. “What’s running through your mind, baby.”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, so you just normally cry when you give our son a bottle?”

“He’s just so cute. I can’t help it.” They both sigh at your deflection and your head hangs slightly. “I saw myself in her…when she was holding her son. I was thrust back to when I first moved into those apartments and how alone I felt. Before we started spending time together, of course.”

“I can understand that. Y/N, its ok for you to empathize with her even with your past history. It’s not like you two are going to become best friends or something.”

“I know… it’s… ugh you two are going to tease me!”, you laugh as you fall into Eddie’s chest beside you.

“Probably especially if it’s cute.”, he laughs. “But why don’t you tell us anyway.”

“After she left, Dylan told me he hopes that Vivian and Brody find an Eddie and Steve like we did. Hearing him say that reminded me of how heartbroken he was even before when Charlie and I were still married. James and Aurora even as babies have always been so bright and expressive. I never saw Dylan light up that way until he knocked on your door. I’m just really grateful you’re mine.”

When you started to cry, Steve laid beside you as both boys hugged you tightly to them. 

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When you came home from work the follow afternoon, the house was eerily quiet. Steve had texted you saying your sister wanted to spend some time with the kids so she offered to pick them up but you didn’t realize she was taking them out entirely. 

As you placed your bag on the countertop, you noticed a folded piece of paper next to a pair of your blue jean shorts and tank top. 

“Y/N,

The kids are with Kierra for tonight so the ‘apartment’ is ours. Put these clothes on out here and knock on the bedroom door when you’re ready.

-Your neighbors Eddie and Steve”

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you tried to decipher their note. Apartment, your neighbors…even the clothes they laid out, you realized, were similar to the ones you were wearing the first time you three were together. 

What could they be up to?

After doing what they asked, you slowly shuffled towards the bedroom door and cautiously knocked. 

A few moments later it swung open and your jaw dropped as your eyes drunk in Steve who was currently dressed in jeans, a polo, and his Family Video vest complete with name tag and everything. 

“Hey there neighbor. Took you long enough. I guess it all worked out though. I just got off myself.”

“Yes because staking videos is a lengthy task. Hey sweetheart.”, Eddie beamed as you scanned him over. His jeans hung low on his hips as his bare chest displayed his tattoos. He looked exactly like he did when Dylan knocked on their door minus the new ink over the years on his ribs of all three of the kid’s names. 

“I…I…what’s going on?”

“We thought you could use a break, remember? That’s why we got little man and the other heathens a sitter and invited you over to our place.”

Steve gestured into the room and as you walked in you noticed the pizza on the bed with the beer on the end table. There was music playing on Eddie’s phone and beside it that little black lunch box that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. 

“I made sure to keep the music down.”, the metalhead winked.

“What do you think?”, Steve asked as they both looked at you eagerly with anticipation. 

“I think…”, you smile as you jump on to the bed and open the food container. “…I’m going to tell my kids you called them heathens. My daughter is going to pitch a fit.”

***

It had been so long since you saw this side of them, the carefree relaxed guys. Steve was always in protective mode making sure everything got done and everyone was where they should be where Eddie was always making sure everyone was happy and comfortable. 

The three of you passed the joint Eddie rolled amongst yourselves as you laid your head on his lap and Steve did the same with your tummy while you absently ran your fingers through his hair. 

“How are you feeling, honey? Better?”

“Much.”, you giggle. “I wasn’t exactly sad. I just had a lot of feelings. I’m a mom. It happens.”

“Hm. It’s ok to feel them, ya know? And, of course, you can talk to us about anything.”

“I remember, after he met you, Dylan told everyone about our new neighbors and ‘they like loud music.’”, you mimic his voice making them chuckle. “I was so happy just to hear him giggle and be excited but I was terrified of him getting his hopes up to have them broken again. Then you two came over and made us both laugh…” You feel yourself drift into the memory, shaking your head as you bring yourself back to your current moment.

“To bad we’re only neighbors and not living together.”, you over exaggeratedly sigh as you continue with their charade. “Can you imagine?!”

“I can.”, Steve cooed. “The first time I shook your hand I knew I’d never let you go.”

“Same. I told Harrington when I listened to your ex be a dick to you on those steps, I wanted to drive down there and beat his ass. I immediately felt protective over you and Dylan.”

“I have a question. More than anything I need my memory refreshed because this weed I guess is making me forget.”, you smile as you feel your body getting antsy as they continue to talk. “Have we been intimate yet or is this our first time?”

There’s something specific in this roleplay you’re trying to lead them to. Both men especially Steve were a bit more intimidating when you first entered their apartment. It had been so long since you felt that energy from them mostly because you got comfortable with them pretty early on. 

“Oh, sweetheart. If we had fucked you already, you’d remember.”

Steve felt your breathing stutter at Eddie’s comment causing his cock to press almost painfully against the denim of his jeans. Rolling onto his knees, he hovers over you as his palm caresses your cheek. 

“What do you think, honey? Do you think we should go easy on you?”

Craning your neck, you crash your lips to his, passionately kissing him with everything you had.

“Not this time.”, you whisper making Steve practically growl as he kisses you again, manhandling you till your head was resting on the pillows allowing Eddie the freedom to slide down and suck on your neck.

You whimpered softly as their hands roamed your body, lifting off your shirt and tossing it to the floor. The metalhead’s tongue drifted down the valley of your breasts, groaning as it found its way to your nipple as he flicked and sucked the sensitive skin while Steve glided down between your legs, pressing his lips along your thighs. 

Your mouth fell open as his long tongue licked a long stripe up your folds while his fingers held you open completely on display for him. 

“Fuck, baby. You taste so fucking good.”

Eddie’s lips found your own and he groaned as your own tongue caressed his. Moaning, you tilted your head away from him slightly as Steve devoured your pussy.

“Fuck that feels—”

“Feels good, sweetheart?”

You eagerly nod as the man wraps his mouth around your clit, sucking and flicking the nub noisily making you clench at the sound.

“Eddie? D-Did—mmm—Did you want him then to?”

The metalhead understood what you were asking as his finger ran gently moved your hair out of the way. 

“Baby, this is about you.”, he whispers.

“Do you think I would h-have stopped you two that night if you had kissed him? If he had sucked your cock or even—fuck—fucked you in front of me?”

Your eyes roll back and flutter closed as Eddie heavily exhales against your lips.

“Yes, I wanted him then. I wanted him since the day I met him.” Threading his palm into Steve’s hair behind his head, he presses his face further into your cunt, and your head lulls back. “Now I have you both. I remember watching him pound into you on that sofa. Got me hard all over again. You both were so beautiful.”

Your back arched as you came, shouting Steve’s name, and thankful it was just you three in the house. 

Climbing up your body, he reached out and roughly yanked Eddie’s lips to his; both men groaning at the taste of you. 

“I wanted you to.”, he murmured. “I didn’t know how…or what to say…” Steve sighs in pleasure when he feels you lean up and softly kiss the skin along his stomach. “I love you both so fucking much.”

Unbuttoning his pants, you yank them down enough to free his cock and eagerly wrap your mouth around him. As he groans, Eddie helps him remove his shirt before climbing off his bed to undo his own jeans. 

“Fuck, honey, that feels amazing.”

Grabbing your ankles, you giggle as Eddie brings you lower down the bed so your back was flat on the mattress. Steve chuckles at his earnestness, adjusting his body so both his knees were beside you as he guided his length back into your awaiting mouth. 

The man watches with his hooded eyes, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as Eddie takes hold of your hips and glides his cock easily into your dripping core.

“Shit. She’s so wet. You really got her going, Steve.”

He blushes at his husband’s compliment making you smile as you look up at him. 

“You like when Eddie says nice things about you?”, you tease. Tenderly petting your head, he beams as he nods. “Oh, Eddie. Steve likes being praised.”

“W-Who doesn’t, pretty girl?”

The metalhead crawls forward on his hands slightly, making sure your legs are circled tightly around him as he turns to look at Steve. 

“Aw, sweetheart. You like when I compliment you? Telling you how much of a good boy you are?” Eddie’s plush lips kiss along his stomach and Steve whimpers when he feels you take him to the back of your throat. “Because you are… making Y/N cum hard with your tongue. Making her all nice and tight for me. E-Even now—mmm—every time she gags on your thick cock she clenches around mine.”

Both men thrust into you at a faster pace and you moan as you watch their lips mingle together. 

Steve abruptly pulls back, chuckling to himself as he gets to his feet.

“Sorry. You both are going to make me cum and I want to cum inside you, Y/N.”

Eddie’s eyes roll back as he falls fully top of you, you two clinging to each other as his hips smack into yours. Whimpering his name, you and he cum at the same time, his pants warming your ear as you run your fingers through his hair. 

Still holding you to him, the metalhead rolls onto his back and shifts his body further down the mattress. 

“Come here, princess.”

You let him maneuver you till you were straddling his face with your back facing the headboard. Steve already seemed to know what to do as he climbed up behind you, taking hold of your waist as you leaned your chest against the other man’s stomach. 

“Goddamn it.”, he mewled as his cock slid into your cunt. 

“Don’t worry about me, baby. Focus on you and him, okay? I got you.”, Eddie purred before his lips attached to your swollen clit. 

“Fuck me.”

“He’s right. You’re so fucking wet and warm, Y/N. Fuck.”

Both men groaned as you rolled your hips, grinding on Eddie’s face as you pushed back against Steve. The man behind you grabbed your shoulder and brought you up to his chest, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed and sucked on your neck. 

“Yes. Just like that, Steve.”

“Like that? This what you need, honey?”

As he slammed into you harder, Eddie’s tongue flicked faster against your nub driving you wild as your moans once again turned to screams. 

Your body trembled as you came, all energy leaving your body as you started to fall forward. 

“I gotcha’, baby. You did so good.”, Steve praised gently as he held you to him. 

His jaw went slack as his rhythm stuttered and after a few more thrusts painted your walls with his release. As you began to cry, Eddie moved out from under you as the other boy pulled himself out of your sore cunt and both of them guided you gently to the pillows as they held you. 

“Are these good tears or bad tears?”, Steve asked making you smile. 

“G-G-Good tears. You both just felt so good. I love you so much.”

“You both know I’m not good with words but thank you.”, Steve whispers as he runs his thumb under your eyes. “Because of you…this is our life. I know you went through a lot with your douchebag ex but we have you now and each other.”, he gestures towards Eddie. 

“And you gave us those three weirdos. It’s still so surreal that these little things are calling us dad. But it was the same when we met you. ‘Damn, this beautiful woman is calling us boyfriend and telling us she loves us.’ Now I can’t picture my life without any of you.”

Tilting towards him, you kiss Eddie before turning around to do the same with Steve. 

############

“Oh, hey Y/N. What’s going on?”, Vivian inquires with wide confused eyes. 

“Dylan wanted to come hang out with you and Brody if that’s ok.”

“Yeah, oh my god. Of course, he’s watching tv.” She gestures inside and he hugs her before heading that way. 

“I’m ok with this…we all are. As long as Charlie isn’t here to. Dylan still doesn’t want to talk to him at the moment.”

“No. I completely understand. I promise you, he’s safe with me.” When her eyes meet yours you know she’s telling the truth. “Thank you guys. I missed him so much. I tell Brody about his brother all the time.”

You nod as you turn to away from her to head back to the van.

“You alright?”, Eddie asks as he brushes some hair behind your ear. 

“Why would mommy not be okay? Wha you do, daddy!?”

“Oh my god, nothing. I wasn’t asking you.”, he jokes. “Now hush or I’m going to eat all you’re candy when we get home.”

“Don’t worry, honey. I won’t let him.” Aurora smiles when Steve winks at her. 

“Yeah, I’m ok. Thank you. I’m glad the whole gang came with me.” 

James claps as he giggles and points towards you in the front seat. 

“We’re an intimidating bunch, sweetheart. We can kick butt if we need to. Right, princess?”

“Yeah!”, she grins as she waves her hand pretending to use the force. 

“We need to teach James to kick ass to.”

“Eddie!”, you and Steve shout at the same time making the man cackle as Ro covers her mouth at the curse word, giggling just like Dylan had all those years ago. 

“I guess it’s time to bring out the swear jar again, huh baby?”, Steve purposes as he reaches around to rub your shoulders. 

“Oh good. I make enough money now, I can swear all the time.”

###########

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[writingfool001]

A Small Surprise

Author’s Note: I have recovered this fic and I struggled how to end it so, I said, "Fuck it."

Request: Yews by Anon

Pairing: Vil x Newt!MC (Can be platonic or romantic)

Warning: Newt!mc is inspired by Newt Scamander & comment if there are more that i didn't notice.

Originally, Vil came to get you for something and didn’t see you around the main floor of the Ramshackle dorm before noticing that the basement door was open, knowing you were likely down there. He stepped down into the spacious basement and glanced at the various creatures as well as habitats, the magnificent mixture of colors and variations. It made him smile that you put such care towards your creatures until you released them back into the wild.

By the time he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he looks around your small open area that acts as the center point that connects to all the various habitats. He noticed your small workstation before noticing a disheveled and elderly red orange bird, which was surprising considering that you, the creature expert friend, takes excellent care of their creatures. The bird was perched on a bar that was above a giant bowl. 

The old bird turned its head and nodded, almost somewhat silently, greeting them silently like a kind old man. The creature then raised its wings before suddenly bursting into flames, which startled Vil and brought his forearms up in front of his face as he felt the faint wave of heat. He looks back to see small bits of flame and embers fell on top of the ash that had filled part of the bowl. Baffled and in awe, he was struggling to find the right words to speak, trying to process the things that happened in the last few seconds.

“Vil?” a familiar voice broke him out of his trance before he turned to see you coming out of your suitcase with a surprised look.

“Uh- I-that…the bird.” He finally got out as you got out and patted off any dust. “That bird just burst into flames. I couldn’t stop or do anything, and-”

"Oh, good. About time, they did,” You let out a sigh of relief, as you walked over to the bowl and perch. “I’ve been trying to coax them into burning for a few days now.”

“I’m sorry…burning?” He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I’m sure you’ve heard about phoenix. They burst into flames when they’ve grown too old, then get reborn from the ashes.”

You gesture him closer as a small bird head with some tiny red feathers on its head emerges from the ashes. 

“Such fascinating creatures as phoenixes are.” You hummed as the bird purred a bit. 

“I never knew you took care of a phoenix.”

“It was given to me by a friend and to be completely honest, I usually let Markel just roam around.”

“Markel?”

“Yes, Markel. I found his name suitable because of his fiery self.” You said, cooing at the small bird. “Such magnificent creatures that are reborn from the ashes, reminds me of some people I know.”

“Such a sweetheart, potato.” Vil smiled. “Such a charmer with a way of word.”

“I don’t mean to.”

“You have a kind heart, potato. Don’t lose it.”

[bloodlegacies]

Another VERY important pet question but please bear with me it will take a long way to come to an end....

Since being called "ice queen" (i think) by hayden i see mc as a mix of esdeath and toshiro, and after the prequel update with small mc we have a reason why lil has trauma and is possibly cold.

BUT even playing a cold mc my mc really, really loves her dragon and proably makes hayden and nix jealous how sweet she is to the dragon. Cause we can have a dragon etc. as our "main creature" and still adopt other please say we can have a Private zoo/ garden with Lots of adopted/ saved and treated animals/ creatures. Ot is now already a headcannon how mc is cold and a monster... comes home, gets into it and turnes in a newt scamander while being with her pets.... now i kinda have nsfw thaughts about hayden and a collar 😅

Okay, the headcanon of Hayden and a collar caught me off guard 🤣😁 but it makes sense, Hayden would definitely be the type to do that just to provoke, be provoked, and have fun.

P.S.: I found it cute that the MC is like a Newt Scamander and is a sweetheart to their pets❤

And to answer: Well, you won't be able to have exactly a garden, I'm afraid 😅( The Duke and Papa Eleazar would probably freak out pretty badly.), but you will be able to find certain types of creatures and interact with them. However, most of them will only be seen again if the MC goes to a specific place again. As for the creatures you can adopt and the one that will stay in a certain place, it will be either the direwolf or the white tiger, which could stay in the castle or around it but won't be used in combat (I'm afraid it will only be one of them, not both). The dragon and the griffin cannot stay like that; they will only be available for adoption and a permanent bond.

I'm still figuring out how everything will work, but that's the initial idea of how the pet situation will be. Could this change? Maybe, but for now, that's it 😁

[i-choose-the-danger]

Creature Comforts

Finally able to post today! Fitting that I get it typed up on Eddie Redmayne's birthday too. 🥰I had this idea in my head after writing my last fic and referring to it in the dialogue, and it kept nagging at me and growing bigger and bigger. It just made sense to turn it into a fic of its own. So this fic is about something that was referenced in this fic, if you want to read that first. Only one big note here - what I've written is based off my own personal headcanon for these characters. We don't really know much about Newt's and Theseus's childhoods. We're still unsure about Theseus's *actual* birthday, but I feel that in 1904 (when I have the fic taking place), Theseus would be finishing his 6th year at Hogwarts and Newt would be seven years old. And for Newt, the way he is and his childhood are personally important to me, so I ask that you be kind and respect that. Everyone has their own headcanons and these are mine. Thank you. <3 I really do love these boys and I hope we get to see more of them together in the next film. Fic below the cut. :)

It was a warm June day in the English countryside. All was quiet in the Scamander home, mostly due to the fact that a very young Newt was home alone with his mother and that his older brother Theseus wouldn't be returning from Hogwarts for the summer until later in the evening. Newt had been spending the day helping his mother with chores around the house.

"Here you are, little Ruffles," Newt announced, walking towards the small hippogriff enclosure in his family's backyard as slowly as possible. He was carrying a bowl almost as big as himself and trying not to spill any water from it. "It's very warm out here and Mummy says you have to... to stay, um... hydrated." He set the bowl down on the ground and bowed before the young hippogriff, quietly waiting. He was nervous, but tried not to tense his muscles. A few seconds later, Ruffles mirrored Newt and bowed its head. Newt sighed in relief and slowly raised a hand, resting his palm on the creature's head and brushing his little fingers back through its feathers as it bent down to drink.

"Wonderful," Newt's mother observed from behind him.

"She let me pet her!" Newt beamed. He had been trying since the hippogriff's birth to gain its trust. His mother had been teaching him about hippogriffs and how important it is to establish such a bond with creatures in one's care.

Newt was only seven years old, too young to yet attend Hogwarts, but interested in all of the creatures his mother cared for and he constantly asked her to teach him anything she could. Newt wasn't like most children his age. He was very quiet and kept to himself. The only time he would open up was when watching his mother care for the hippogriffs she bred or when she was tending her garden. He would often follow her and try to help with anything she would allow.

"She trusts you now. I'm proud of you, sweetheart." Newt's mother carded her fingers through her son's messy auburn curls, lightly patting the top of his head. "I need you to take this basket and feed these to the gnomes over the wall, hmm? Can you do that for me?"

"I can do that, Mummy." Newt picked up a wicker basket full of things his mother had pulled up from her garden and toddled off to the other side of the backyard in a hurry.

"That's my sweet boy," she sighed.

Newt had always enjoyed feeding the gnomes, but never understood what he was feeding them. His mother said that the things she pulled from her garden were called horklumps. They looked like an odd species of mushroom. She said that they weren't important and their only purpose was keeping the gnomes from digging holes throughout the backyard. Newt threw most of them over the wall to a few gnomes who had dug holes behind one of the oak trees, but he stared down at the few horklumps left in the basket. He shuffled one of his feet, digging his heel into the dirt. Mummy doesn't need these. It should be okay if I take a few to my room and look at them, he thought. Newt took the basket of remaining horklumps into the house.

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

"Mum! I'm home!" Theseus called out as he pulled his trunk through the fence gate into the backyard, a broom in his other hand and a satchel slung over his shoulder.

"You're early, dear! I thought you said the quidditch team was going to get together after you got back to the station."

"That was the plan, but McCoy did poorly on his O.W.L.s and his parents wouldn't let him come out. We didn't feel right being without him."

"Oh, that's too bad. Maybe he should study with you next year for your N.E.W.T.s."

"Speaking of Newts, I thought he would be out here with you. Where is he?"

"I asked him to take all of the horklumps I pulled up and toss them to the gnomes over the wall."

"What on earth for?" Theseus wondered.

"Waste not. If you have the patience and the time, you can learn to coexist with almost any creature." Mrs. Scamander tucked a loose curl of hair behind her ear and continued to till her small garden. "Besides, it keeps those little monsters from digging up my roses. They know they'll get food from me if they stay away."

"He must've gone inside to clean up. Can I leave this with you while I find him?" Theseus lifted the satchel from his shoulder and handled it gently as he held it out towards his mother.

"Is that what we discussed the other day?" Theseus's mother brushed her hands against her apron to remove the dirt from them before holding them out. "Give it here. I'll keep it safe for you."

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

Newt had spent the past hour or so sketching and writing in his notebooks. He was seated on the floor in the center of his bedroom, his legs crossed and his socked feet flexing. Charcoal was smudged on his hands and wrists. A handful of horklumps sat in a pile in front of the child on the floor by one of his knees. They looked like large pink mushrooms, but they were covered in hard black hairs and had root-like tentacles. Newt's mother had told him they were nothing more than weeds in her garden, but he was fascinated with how they grew and his curiosity had gotten the better of him.

"You're not a 'shroom," he mumbled to himself. Newt stuck out his tongue and bit down on it lightly as he concentrated on sketching in his notebook. He looked at the tentacles poking out from the bottom of a horklump stalk. "These are little legs like ones on grin-, on grindee... Grindylows." He picked up one of the horklumps he had begun to dissect and held it close to his face. He grazed a finger over the coarse hair of its stalk. "Ow. It feels like brushes." The hard bristles were shedding from the small creature as he touched it. Newt was so focused on jotting down notes in his book that he didn't hear his door open.

"There you are. Didn't you hear me ca-" Theseus looked around the room. There were dissected horklump pieces strewn across the floor with Newt's notebooks. Garden dirt, charcoal, and the horklumps' spiny bristles were on some of Theseus's belongings, including his bed. "What is this mess?!"

"You're home early!" Newt yelped.

"Everything is covered in dirt and hair!" Theseus could feel himself getting more aggravated no matter where he looked.

"I was studying them." Newt blinked hard and looked up at Theseus. "I was going to clean it, soon as I finished!" Newt panicked and scrambled to bring himself into a kneeling position as he closed his sketchbook and threw his charcoal and quill into a small box of art supplies that he kept under his bed.

"And how exactly did you plan on cleaning all of this? Even the most complex scouring charm couldn't get this caked-in dirt out of my sheets!" Theseus tried swatting the dirt off of one of his blankets, but to no avail.

"I'm sorry! I'll clean it all up right now." Newt pressed his palms to his ears, trying to concentrate on where to start cleaning before Theseus could raise his voice again.

"Oh no, wait. Newt..." Theseus's tone was calm. He realized that his knee-jerk reaction was a bit too harsh towards his younger brother and he felt awful for reacting the way he did. "Newt, stop. Come here." Theseus crouched down to the floor and shifted his weight so that he was kneeling to match his brother's height. "It's alright. I'm not angry."

"I don't believe you. Your face is angry. And you were loud," Newt muttered, looking up at his brother through the unruly curls that had fallen in front of his eyes as he cast his head down. He blinked and stared back down at his socks. One of his thumbs clawed absentmindedly at his pants pocket. "I didn't mean to make a mess."

"I know. I'm sorry that I yelled." Theseus held his arms out towards Newt and sighed. "Please, come here," he added, stretching out his fingers. The corners of his mouth turned up as Newt cautiously stepped towards him. Once Newt was within reach, Theseus wrapped him in a tight hug. Newt didn't reciprocate the gesture, but simply stood still with his arms at his sides and let Theseus continue to hold him. "I'm sorry for yelling. I promise that I'm not angry." Theseus heard a small sniffle come from his little brother and his heart sank. He pulled back from the hug and flashed the cheesiest smile he could muster. "My face isn't angry either, see?"

"Not now. It doesn't have the big wrinkles anymore," Newt pointed out, tracing a finger across his brother's forehead.

"Wrinkles?! Hmmph!" Theseus rolled his eyes and let Newt go, crossing his arms. "I know how I can make up for upsetting you. How about I introduce you to a new creature? One I know you've never met before."

"A new one?" Newt's eyes lit up like stars. He pursed his lips and bounced with nervous energy. "You mean it?"

"Mmhmm. It's fun, and it's cuddly, and it's not dangerous, and it loves to make people smile."

"Why haven't I seen it before?" The child was very intrigued, yet cautious.

"Um, er, Mum might have just thought you weren't ready to meet one, but I think it's okay for me to show one to you now."

"Where is it? What is it called? Where did you find it?" Newt kept leaning from side to side, trying to see where his brother might be hiding such a wonderful surprise.

"Oh it's right here." Theseus chuckled to himself as Newt looked around. "It's called... a tickle monster." Theseus bent forward to wrap his arms around his little brother again, but Newt was too quick and jumped back, leaving Theseus to faceplant into the floor with a loud thud. "OOF!"

"Uh-oh!" Newt sprinted out of the room as fast as his legs could carry him, a panicked giggle escaping his lips as he padded down the hallway looking for a place to hide.

"You little... come back here!" Theseus pushed himself to stand and brushed some dust off the knees of his pants. "You can't escape the tickle monster. I know all of your little hiding spots!"

Theseus searched room by room, checking all of the places Newt would hide himself when he needed to be alone or when he was upset. He glanced over at the linen closet in the laundry room and smiled knowingly. Its door was open just the slightest bit. Newt would often tuck himself away in there when playing hide-and-seek with their mother. He'd never close the door all the way because he was still quite uncomfortable in the dark.

"Now where could that little brother of mine be?" Theseus wondered aloud. He pulled open a desk drawer. "Hmm, no. Not here." He shook out a blanket that had been laid over the back of a chair. "Nope." He lifted the cushion from the same chair. "Not under here either. I guess you're too smart for me." Theseus crept by a small cabinet and turned toward the linen closet. With a gentle hand, he grabbed the door, waited, and then flung it wide open. "AHA! Now I've got...you?" His expression fell. The bottom of the closet was empty. "Newt?" Theseus stepped into the closet and bent over to check behind a pile of bed sheets, not hearing the slight squeak of the cabinet door just behind him. Before he could straighten back up, the closet door swung and smacked against his bum, knocking him off balance and face-first into the stack of sheets. He could hear tiny footsteps dashing away. "You have got to be kidding me," he mumbled, his face still smooshed in the sheets.

Theseus doubled back to their bedroom just in case Newt had retreated back to where he felt safest. As he reached the doorway, he heard the staircase creak followed by a small gasp. He continued into the bedroom without turning to look back, knowing that Newt was heading downstairs. Theseus very rarely managed to get his brother to come out of his shell and be playful, so he was in no rush to end this game of hide-and-seek so soon.

"Need to hide. Need to hide," Newt repeated to himself frantically, eyes darting around as he tried to think of a spot that would be safe. He linked his thumbs into the pockets of his pants and pulled on them a few times to calm himself. The feeling of butterflies in his stomach was making him shift his weight back and forth from one leg to the other.

"I'm going to find you, little brother," Theseus called out in a sing-song voice as he started to descend the staircase.

"Oh no!" Newt quietly gasped to himself. He would never make it to the kitchen in time to run out the back door without Theseus seeing him and catching him. Luckily, Newt was thin and agile enough that he was able to quickly duck and dart under the dining table. He peeked out underneath the tablecloth to see Theseus's shoes only a few inches away from his hiding spot. Newt's hands flew to cover his mouth to suppress the sudden nervous urge he had to giggle.

"Brother mine, where could you have gone?" Theseus walked around the dining table and stood still for a moment, noticing a chair slightly out of place. He bent down just enough to be able to see exactly where Newt was hiding. He could have ended this chase right then, but couldn't help dragging the game out just a few minutes longer. "Well, he's too young to apparate, so he couldn't have vanished into thin air. I wonder if he went outside." Theseus headed into the kitchen and hid himself against the door frame to wait.

"Whew," Newt whispered. He carefully crawled over the bottom rungs of the chair in front of him and out from under the table. He had no idea that his brother was watching from the kitchen... or that he was now sneaking up behind him.

"Gotcha!" Theseus crowed, wrapping his arms around Newt's waist and scooping him into the air. Newt was already squirming and giggling before Theseus had even done anything. "And where do you think you're going, hmm? All this wriggly giggly nonsense won't save you from the tickle monster."

"No no no no no! You lied to me! That's... that's not a real creature! It doesn't count!" Newt continued to squirm in his brother's arms in hopes of slipping through and running for cover.

"Oh I can assure you that the tickle monster is very real. If it wasn't, could it do this?" Theseus's arms were long enough that he was able to hold Newt in a hug from behind and have his hands reach Newt's ribs on the opposite sides. The very second his fingers scrunched into Newt's sides, the child squealed and let out the wildest string of giggles Theseus had ever heard in his entire life.

"Thee-hee-hee-hee-heeseus!" No matter how hard Newt tried to free himself, his brother's arms were too strong. "You and your dumb hugger arms! Let me gohohohohoho!"

"You dirty up the whole bedroom, knock me down in the closet, and now you insult my hugging? That's it." Theseus walked into the den towards the couch, never pausing his attack as Newt continued to squeal and thrash about in protest in his arms. Theseus even blew a few raspberries against the side of Newt's neck, causing the child to squeak and squirm through more laughter. He dropped Newt onto the cushions and sat beside him, allowing them both a minute to catch their breath. Almost immediately, Newt scrambled to roll off the couch to safety. "Oh, no you don't!" Theseus spidered his fingers up Newt's ribcage and under his arms, which Newt immediately clamped down at his sides as he laughed harder. Theseus tried to pull his hands out, but Newt had them pinned in a vice-like grip under his arms. "If you're going to trap the tickle monster here, then it'll just have to claw its way free," Theseus sighed. The elder brother curled his fingers into claw shapes and scratched at the hollows under his captive's arms.

Newt shrieked.

"What in the name of Merlin..." Mrs. Scamander called from the kitchen.

"Mummy! He-he-he-he-he-help!" Newt curled himself into a ball and continued to squeal and laugh as Theseus poked and scribbled his fingers over every vulnerable spot he could find.

"I could hear the commotion from all the way outside. I thought someone was dying," their mother joked.

"I a-ha-ha-ha-ha-ham!" her youngest son shouted through his laughter. At this point, he had completely lost control of his limbs and flailed about on the couch trying to fend off his brother's assault. "He-he-he-he-he's trying to kill meeee!" Another high-pitched squeal left Newt's lips before his laughter started to go silent.

"So dramatic!" Theseus huffed. He gave Newt's ribs a few more quick pokes before helping him sit up and pulling him back against his chest. Newt collapsed into him and let his limbs go limp. "See? Very much alive."

"Barely so," Newt choked out through residual giggles. His chest was still heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He grabbed the hem of his shirt in his fists, rubbing them over his ribs to sooth away the tingly feeling that still lingered. "You're a rubbish big brother," Newt added sternly, even though it was with a smile as he curled back into a ball on his side.

"Ouch!" Theseus put a hand to his chest in mock offense. "I did bring home something for you though. I thought you would be old enough to have a pet to take care of so you'd stop destroying our room like the little tornado you are," he added, lightly mussing Newt's hair to emphasize his cyclonic nature.

"If you really did, then where is it?" Newt asked, still resting against Theseus's chest.

"I've got her right here. I kept her safe while you two were playing." Mrs. Scamander put her hands into the large pocket in the front of her apron and cradled something small as she pulled them back out. "She's a puffskein."

Newt's eyes widened like little hazel saucers and he instantly sat upright. His mother was holding what looked like a small ball of blue fur barely bigger than a quidditch snitch.

"She's beauuuutiful. May I hold her?" Newt whispered. He loosely held nervous fists up near his chin and waited for permission.

"If you're very careful. She's just a baby. Cup your hands like this." Mrs. Scamander held out her hands next to Newt's, still cradling the puffskein, and gently urged it to waddle over into his waiting hands. It took a few steps and settled into his palms with a soft coo. He instinctively cupped one hand behind the small creature to keep it from falling. "Just like that. She needs to feel safe."

"Oooooh." Newt held the puffskein against his chest and repeatedly brushed the fingers of his free hand over her fur. "She's so soft."

"She reminded me of that fuzzy blue blanket you hold all the time, so I thought you'd like her." Theseus reached out and scratched the puffskein's head with his index finger.

"She's perfect. Thank you." Newt continued happily petting the puffskein, never looking away from her. He found the continuous touch of her fur brushing the pads of his fingers to be very soothing. "What's her name?"

"She doesn't have one yet. I thought you should name her since she's yours now," Theseus replied.

"Hmm..." Newt held his new pet out and looked her over. "She looks like a big blue eye. I'll call her Iris." The puffskein cooed.

"I think she likes it. If you stay still, she likes to perch herself here," Theseus told him. He took Iris into his hands and set her down on one of Newt's shoulders. "Just be careful. She has a long little tongue and if you're not watching, she'll take your bogeys right out of your nose," he whispered, pinching Newt's nose between two of his knuckles.

"Theseus! That's disgusting!" his mother scolded. Newt instantly covered his nose with one of his hands, horrified at the thought.

"It's true though! It's the first place they look if they can't find food," Theseus added.

Iris started to purr, cuddled against Newt's cheek. As the intensity of her purr increased, she started to vibrate and her fur buzzed against his neck. Newt scrunched his shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut as he squeaked out a surprise laugh.

"It looks like you have a new little tickle monster," Theseus joked.

"Noooo! I should send a tickle monster after you," Newt replied, still scrunching his neck. He cupped a hand around Iris and guided her to walk down his chest far enough for him to take her in both hands and hold her in his lap.

"Please. Tickle monsters don't bother me," Theseus replied in a huff.

"I guess your brother never told you about when he first met the tickle monster, hmm?" Mrs. Scamander stood at the end of the couch with her hands on her hips and a knowing smirk.

"Wait, what?" Theseus all of a sudden felt very anxious.

"Uh-oh..." Newt protectively cuddled his new pet and scooted away from his brother on the couch.

"Oh yes. When Theseus was your age, sometimes he would be so rambunctious that the only thing that could tire him out was a visit from the tickle monster." Mrs. Scamander was now standing behind Theseus as Newt giggled to himself watching them with wide eyes.

"Mum, what are you... Mum, NO!" Theseus curled in on himself and tried to shield his sides as his mother proceeded to tickle him to pieces.

Newt had never heard Theseus laugh so hard or seen him lose composure so quickly. He had also never felt more at ease simply sitting there with a new pet to care for and study. At that moment, Newt could think of nothing else he would make him happier.

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Hi,I saw that you write for Harry Potter and hoped you also knew fantastic beasts.... I was wondering if you could do a newt x male reader who's a Dumbledore and has just asked newt to swallow him,since the two are dating.

If not newt I'll settle for either Weasley twin.

Btw I love your stories!!!

(I was quite nervous about doing this one because I haven’t seen Fantastic Beasts in a while, but I think I did alright! Thank you so much for complimenting my work!! It means a lot to me! Anyways, enjoy the fic!)

Expectations

(A Newt x Dumbledore! Reader Vore Fic)

Warnings: Just soft vore! It’s nothing, but fluff!

“Good evening, sweetheart.” Newt Scamander chirped happily as he met your gaze. You two had been dating for quite some time and today was just going to be another visit to the forest, or so Newt thought. “Good evening.” You returned the smile as you sat down next to him. “Have you found any new magical creatures?”

His eyes lit up in excitement and eagerness. “Yes, I have! I was investigating an Augurey sighting by the park earlier and I happened to find a whole lot of them!” Newt’s excitement only grew as he continued to talk about the mysterious magical birds. You, loving his adorable enthusiasm, listened to every word he said.

There was no doubt that he cared about you. Normally, Newt was as quiet as a mouse, since he felt awkward around other people. However when he was around you, Newt became a chatterbox. He loved sharing his passion for mythical beasts with you and you just loved seeing him happy.

At first, he was intimidated by you and your magical abilities. Your heritage as a Dumbledore had made you well known around the wizarding world. However, you didn’t enjoy the attention and high expectations and Newt saw that after spending a little time with you. He eventually realized that you were as quiet as he was around others, but in a more stoic way.

“What do you plan on doing with the little birds?” You asked curiously when he finished talking about them. “Oh, I’m probably going to take them back to their homeland. It’s far too dangerous for them to be here in the city.” His smile wavered a bit, knowing he would have to say goodbye to them.

You nodded your head in agreement. “Don’t worry, Newt. It’s the best thing you can do for them.” You patted him on the back, reassuringly. “I know..How has your day been?” Newt asked, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. “Nothing too important.” You said quickly, as if trying to avoid the question entirely.

“What do you mean?” Newt tilted his head. “It’s always important to talk about your day. Whether it be for better or for worse.” You chuckled a bit at his sweet words. “Well, it’s just I keep hearing that everyone has such high expectations for me and my magical abilities, when I’m reality..they really aren’t that great.”

“Hey, it’s okay. People just don’t understand.” Newt looked at you with warmth and concern. “It’s not fair to put high expectations on a person, so don’t feel like you have to live up to them. Just be yourself, okay?” You returned his warmth with a soft smile. “Okay.”

Newt hummed a sweet tune as he looked off into the fiery sky. You had a burning question that you wanted to ask him, a favor perhaps. “Hey um, Newt. Mind if I ask you something?” You asked with a hint of worry. “Of course! Go right ahead.” Newt looked at you curiously.

“Could you..nom me? I know that we haven’t done it that much, but I uh..kinda want to try it again.” Newt’s eyes widened in shock, but not in a horrified or disgusted way. “Are you sure? Will you be okay?” You nodded in response, fidgeting with your fingers nervously. Newt sighed and smiled as he pulled out his wand. “Alright, I trust your judgment.”

You gave Newt a warm smile as he looked over at you. “Okay, now how does the old spell go? Ah right! Reducio!” Newt flicked his wand in your direction and before you knew it, you were shrunk down to the size of a baseball.

“Are you alright?” Newt asked sweetly as he picked you up off the ground. “I’m fine! Just a bit dizzy is all!” Newt chuckled softly. “Okay. Just making sure.” He looked up at the stars and then back at you. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” Newt asked with a little bit of concern. “Ready as I’ll ever be!” You replied, grinning.

“Alright, here goes nothing.” Newt carefully placed your small body into his gaping maw. It felt warm to the touch and the dark cavern felt slick and soft underneath your small frame. Newt then slowly tilted his head back and swallowed, sending you down into the red cushioned tube.

The Hufflepuff’s throat carefully carried you further and further into your destination. You smiled to yourself as you heard Newt’s soft heartbeat close beside you. Eventually, you were deposited into the pouch-like organ that you desperately wanted to be inside of. The soft, fleshy walls held you still, yet giving you some room to move around in.

You put your hand on the soft surface of Newt’s stomach walls. A low humming could be heard just above you. It was muffled, but still audible. “Are you okay, darling?” You heard him say. “I’m fine! Thank you..you really didn’t have to do this.” You said sweetly as you curled up in his belly.

“It’s no problem. I don’t mind doing it as long as it’s for you.” You blush slightly as you hear his kind words. “I’ll take you home. Just rest up, okay?” Newt’s heart fluttered with care and warmth. “I will!” You said as you rested your head against the soft, pillow-like flesh.

Your eyes grew heavy as Neet made his way back home. A faint humming filled the atmosphere, which only made you more tired. You let your body relax and then let your mind slip away to the world of the subconscious.

[ao3feed-grammander]

Clandestine Affection

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/KpdELbV

by Etherealte

Percival Graves invite Newt Scamander for help on a murder case.

Words: 1698, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Newt Scamander, Newt Scamander's Magical Beasts, Percival Graves | Gellert Grindelwald, Queenie Goldstein, Tina Goldstein, Jacob Kowalski

Relationships: Original Percival Graves/Gellert Grindelwald, Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander, Original Percival Graves & Newt Scamander

Additional Tags: Manipulative Gellert Grindelwald, physically tortures, Everybody Lives, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Magic, Post-Canon, Curses, Aftermath of Torture, Aftermath of Violence, Aftermath of a Case, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Newt Scamander is a Sweetheart, Original Percival Graves Needs a Hug, Hurt Original Percival Graves, Protective Original Percival Graves

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/KpdELbV

[tom-the-queer-artist]

to name a few examples:

absolute sweetheart: marius pontmercy, newt scamander, stephen hawking, GORDY,

evil fucker: alex forbes, the emcee, balem abrasax, charles cullen

???: james glashier, angel clare

I think I've narrowed down Eddie Redmayne's characters to "absolute sweetheart" and "evil fucker"

[endlessly-cursed]

Lils: I considered shipping Winnie with Newt once

Me: Nice

*hours later* Hmmm

...someone has a type

@slytherindisaster @cursebreakerfarrier

[darkistmalfoyhead]

[silverynight]

Oh, Sweetheart

Part I

Part II

Now that Newt is officially the Director’s boyfriend, everyone makes sure to take care of him, but also not to be too friendly because they all know how fierce Graves can be when it comes to his lovely sweetheart. However, life has certainly become more fun inside MACUSA because of those two; Picquery complains about how childish her Director of Magical Security has become, but they all have seen her holding back a chuckle every time Graves growls or bares his teeth at anyone that dares to make eyes at his boyfriend. Then one day, when Newt’s running late for a meeting, he makes the mistake of sitting in the closest seat to the door he finds, that just happens to be next to Hobbs (the poor soul that dared to flirt with Newt once). The magizoologist doesn’t notice and the next few minutes are absolutely tense (and exciting at the same time). Hobbs spends the time shivering, trying to move his body away from Newt’s, Graves doesn’t look happy at all, as if being physically away from his sweetheart is affecting him somehow. The aurors are just waiting for him to snap and Madam Picquery sighs, once she realizes that absolutely no one is paying attention to her anymore. “Just do whatever you need to do so I can keep on with the meeting, alright Percival?” She mumbles and Hobbs pales for a second, everyone holds their breath and Newt gasps in confusion when Graves makes him float right into his lap just with a movement of his hand. It’s quite impressive actually. “Hello, sweetheart,” Graves smiles at him, before burying his face in the curve of Newt’s neck. “Percy, we shouldn’t…” But he interrupts himself, biting his bottom lip to suppress a smile. They all can tell he kind of likes it, that almost irrationally possessive side of his boyfriend. Perhaps they are made for each other. Picquery rolls her eyes, mumbles something that sounds like “help me Mercy Lewis for I work with children,” before continuing with the meeting. After that Graves just refuses to let Newt sit anywhere that is not on his lap, especially when there are people around to see. He just loves to let everyone know in different kind of ways that the magizoologist is very much taken. “But, Percy, there’s a chair right ne–” “Just please sit on my lap, sweetheart.” Then Newt starts coming to work with impressive marks on his neck that he doesn’t bother hiding with a spell or a scarf and Graves just nuzzles him, looking smugly proud every time his eyes land on those hickeys. Newt often tells the aurors, when the Director is not around, that he’s like a big wampus, always trying to protect what is his and baring his teeth at anyone that gets dangerously close. And they kind of agree with him; Graves looks very much like one of those creatures. They’re not sure exactly how (it could be a spell, but they think boss would never do that) but Graves always seem to know where Newt is and the first thing he does when he finds him is to wrap himself around him, especially when he’s talking to someone else. *** Suddenly, calling Newt his boyfriend is not enough for Percival Graves; he needs more of that beautiful man, but finds it very much difficult to say it out loud. No one knows what he did to get that little thief to comply, but he makes the Niffler hand Newt a beautiful ring with a diamond on it. Everyone freezes as soon as they see it, knowing exactly what it means. Graves rubs the back of his neck nervously while Newt looks at him with a confused and adorable expression on his face. “Is it yours?” “Yes, well not anymore if you–can I make you officially mine?” Half of the Department facepalm themselves and Picquery rolls her eyes before nudging Graves. He clears his throat. “I mean… Would you marry me?” Newt beams at him, takes him in his arms and gives him a proper kiss on the lips. Lopez has to wipe off his own tears, while the others cheer and clap happily. They wonder if the engagement will help boss control a little bit his possessiveness or not. Probably not.

***

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