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cheswirls · 7 years

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i have so many thoughts and its about 430 am so lets get started before they get scrambled.

i decided to read red potter and the middleground, but because i finished one so early in the morning, i had to hold off on the other for a bit, until this -past, i guess- evening. i had read for sure a chapter of the middleground previously, maybe two, but i’ve read too much now that the recollection isn’t coming to me like it came in small bursts through reading through chapter one again. i think it was another instance when i got extremely busy and had to put it down, maybe tac2 took over, dunno, but i got back to it now bc im still on the post-playthrough-of-white high and anything deep in unova is good and lu is fantastic so i knew this would be fantastic and is was right.

it’s a very dark read? unexpected, then again, its centered around a war, so also i shouldve expected it. the realization hit me around the third chapter, i think, when the nimbasa incident happened. very dark and very good. and emotional, i dunno how many times ive cried tonight but its been a night/twilight. the whole story basis with the center legend of unova and all the olden history is really good, its all really boosting my unova high like this is exactly what ive been needing to find, and all the characters it brings in despite the animeverse of it all -benga, n, touko!!- and the roles they play just really made it better, its kind of shallow but i like it even moreso because of the additions and though the story kept me highly entertained and drawn in there were a couple moments when i wished like oh man i hope the story has n in it bc n man jus n i need n content and then bam mentioned and now hes officially in it sort of i mean yeah he is. in the story. and this was early on like during the first few chapters so i had to hold out but it was worth it like, the story is interesting with the anime characters and i knew it was gonna be aniverse going into it and it was good and fine and still is good and fine.

i dont remember when i started wishing for touko but man oh man it happened and i was like damn this could happen i wish she was kinda here bc i think i had begun to pick up on something and then later i really picked up on it which i will get to later and them bam another happy revelation and i am still like. touko. shes here. shes a part of the story. this is awesome.

anyway before this gets too long to massively too long, this is basically going to be a big analysis and happy-rant post, so if you have not read the middleground by the amazing @pkmncoordinators, you should do so here but then like leave this post until you do and then come back, that would be good. the rest is under a cut to save peoples dashes, sorry this is mega long already aha.

i played ghetsis’ battle theme through a chapter and it mustve been a shorter one bc it lasted me -30min- near the entire chapter. maybe the one beginning w the drayden and alder talk? or the dragonspiral tower one? or maybe theyre the same, its been a long night of binging this entire work. anyway. it set the mood for whatever chapter like i intentionally was like oh this theme is a little foreboding lets play it. and i had it down so low sometimes i could only hear the percussions to it, but it was still there, setting the tone.

otherwise, i found myself only keeping to n music. maybe there were a couple plays of unova e4, way in the very beginning of the first/second chapters, maybe, but for the most part, i kept with n’s songs. the bridge, some, the castle and battle theme, a lot. some renditions of such in b2w2 style. i tried to play through the music of n’s room in the castle, but i had to stop after a little into it, maybe ten minutes, because it was getting all these feelings out of me and i felt like if i played it all i would ‘tire it out’, so to speak, even though that hasnt happened w any of the tracks thus far, but i really want that to be a special one i have on to draw inspiration from. later into the night/morning, whenever, i did decide to try out a remix of it via the b2w2 track of the same theme. the tune is in a slightly different pitch, but more than that, it gets distorted, almost corrupted, throughout and differentiates itself that way from the original, so i did end up playing through that no problem. i cant recall now if i ever played a theme back to back, i think i switched after the 30min was over, which, understandable, it’d been looping for half an hour. but i think i did play it again maybe once, which is fine. good.

but enough with music meta. its interesting, maybe thats where the draws of ‘where’s n?’ came from, but its not the focus.

oooh boy lets talk about various things that i will address here bc its 5am now and i need to not lose track. the n thing. um. the touko revelations. remember liberty, because the truth will set you free. the hero of truth. the opening chapter remarks. the possible sourgrapes. the viewpoints thing. there is probably more i will get to later in a different post but these are the current things for the morning.

first i wanna talk abt touko, hilda, whatever. small note so i dont appear brash, to ppl who dont really follow my content, i just dont really like the names hilda and hilbert. hilda is slowly growing on me, but missy always called the protag touko, and it really grew on me, and i live the name now, so thats what i always defer to her as. jus a preference thing.

so, i had no idea and i had every idea. oh my god. lu, you are so good at the foreshadowing stuff, serious. a master at it. i didnt pick up on the nimbasa trainer mention, or maybe i did but its been long ago now and i dont remember it. if she appeared before then i already dont remember the callback to it, oops. anyway. it was after that, for sure, if not before, that i did pick up on the brunette trainer and thought ‘damn if that was touko tho thatd be so rad’. really thinking it was in the electronic store in striaton, but that seems so far away from nimbasa like there mustve been something in between but i dont think so? so that. and then in the next, black city? abt the brunette trainer watching the tv, and i think i had the same thought except it was during ghetsis’ speech so between both moments brunette trainer was mentioned. i think i picked up on the repeated mentions of brunette trainer when she and iris locked eyes to see her also packing to leave the center. it was a thought more along the lines of ‘brunette trainers seem to be standing out to me more or are i guess being detailed more than other trainers’ than out of suspicion. i was picking up the repeated characteristic, but more of the notion that it was being named over and over, instead of anything real behind it. like, okay, there are a lot of brown haired trainers around, that works.

it was maybe in icirrus if that was the next thing, i tried to look and think i confirmed that was the next thing based on the recall conversation, so yes. in icirrus, my memory is really failing me sorry!!, somewhere, the first mention or maybe if that first mention was the brunette trainer across the hall in another room, my mind clicked. and it was like, oh, this brunette trainer might actually be all the same person. and i started to think again, wow, what if that person was touko bc i was really passionate abt it and i couldnt come up with who else bc i didnt have the focus i was still actively reading the store yknow? if was nothing about the being followed, i had to wait for the others to catch on and tell the reader before i got that aha. but i did! get! the touko part. it was when iris woke up from the comatose and all those scenes started playing out, maybe she mentioned not disturbing the others or cilan when they were talking, or georgia when she ran off, or something abt the trainer in another room, or a revelation dawned i guess somewhere in those scenes. and i was like oh my god that has to be touko god wow. im really losing my original train of thought i apologize. still recovering from sickness, and the whole long night thing. so something along that thought, but then it sorta got forgotten bc shit got real w virgil and the truth seekers being there, and i didnt recall again until she approached cilan during the counter sheidl -niiiiice throwback, by the way- training, and i was like !!!!!!!!!!!! that HAS to be touko and then she led him away and the whole scene played out and i remember scanning the page briefly, jus flicking my eyes over to see if i saw the namedrop and didnt, so i got entranced in the scene and then benga was like ‘hilda get the other three’ and TOUKO!!!!! WAS THERE OMG!!!! like confirmed, in the flesh, it was great its great what a great thing to add wow. and then the recall conversation happened and i began to pick up and was like wow they were being followed and didnt even remember the brunette trainer mentioned in nimbasa, barely remembered someone with a samurott led the charge to put out the fires, so that was a surprise. of course, that was such an intense scene, and i remember having a small breakdown around then bc burgundy said something about how she couldve been in one of those rooms and that chilled her and it sent me wild bc it was scary to think about, it really was chilling, this story really is dark che wow.

so i was proud of myself for picking up on that, the touko thing, but i probably wouldve been in the dark completely had i read it and not recently played through white and mind being constantly on that region and those characters right now.

that was super long. um. next thing is liberty bc i can remember it. the line is, im pretty sure, just remember liberty, because the truth will/can set you free. and its really only because im so into unova right now, but back at the first chapter today, my mind immediately picked up ‘oh liberty island’. except its not island, its liberty garden-island, thing, but still. the liberty just connected, and i had it, and so like when iris busted out like hey we’re not flying to nimbasa we’re going to liberty garden i was like yh guys cmon take a hint. but i really think it was probably creative and thought-provoking to others, a bit of a twister, to liek other readers like this isnt a callout on an easy riddle, jus a notion i picked up on easily. actually i remember the castelia thing confusing me, but there was also some disconnect because the liberty line want being used, it was just being mentioned that everyone seeking the seekers was heading to castelia, like the two were never paired i dont recall of. and it happened every time. i was like okay yes theyre at libery garden, then castelia was mentioned and i was like okay theyre at castelia. they never really crossed so they never crossed in my mind. it wasnt until the group landed in castelia i think that my mind connected, ah yes, liberty garden is off the coast of the city. i do wonder how plasma figured it out though. i think earlier speculation was on the touko-n relationship compromising the location, though im not sure how that would work in the first place, so it seems more likely someone jus picked up on the insinuation like i did, jus made the connection, tho i dunno who.

really quick hero of truth revelation thing. it took me a couple reads to grasp, like iris realized something cilan didnt but he went away and it took me, i had to read it over a few times because she realized something so therefore the readers have to realize as well, and then i made the connection that cilan was related to the hero of truth therefore making him the hero of truth. that couldve been phrased better unless cress and chili are somehow included which i think not, too many motifs, but the point comes across. i might not have made the connection had i not read earlier in the day about iris slipping cilan reshiram’s pokeball, something i stumbled upon before i started reading the entire thing oops so maybe that was a giveaway that helped me work through it, maybe i just connected based on the ancestor stuff, dunno.

i still havent figured out whos writing the chapter intros and its getting to me!! i dunno if we’re supposed to know yet, at first i felt like cilan, and then a vague collection of others, maybe trip with the camera capture in black city, and then maybe touko at the end tho i feel like something was mentioned that was confidential and that she wouldn’t have known about. then again i suppose sharing stories and then recounting could come into play, in which case benga could also be writing them.. i dont’ feel like its someone currently irrelevant, tho. like, i don’t think it’s luke, or bianca, or someone kinda disconnected like that. its probably a spoiler for you to say whom, which okay, fair, but i hope someone signs off on the intros in the last chapter, or that theres something to pick up on to discover it ourselves, or maybe its not important, but i really gotta know eventually.

someone mentioned days ago about something like not being into wishfulshipping and then something about sourgrapes was mentioned, i really dont remember that well, but i started to pick up on it throughout, especially with all the camping scenes, and remembering you liked sourgrapes so much, and is it possible to confirm that thats a ship in this fic? or, has a possibility? i think i’m picking up on it, but it could be friendship, im not sure.

these next two are the last two for now i think. first, viewpoints, because this story delves into such a cast of characters and i think the same story told from the viewpoint of others would be so interesting, like told through the eyes of benga or touko, or even elesa possibly, and if you ever like wanna divulge in that or after you get done wouldnt mind someone taking a shot at it and working with for accuracy reasons, that would be pretty cool. and you have your first volunteer.

second and last is the n thing. i think a little is just meta, which i want to make a full post on later in time, so this may or may not tie in not sure. just, real brief, isn’t n such an interesting character? i really just, i dunno if i like him like i like others, but i really find his dynamic interesting. keeping it short, bc meta, the boy really grew up differently than a “normal” human. the proper socialization was there, sort of, because he can walk and speak and was educated like hes a math geniusa nd stuff, but he wasn’t socially educated. a lot of people dont realize the two are different, i didnt until i took an intro to sociology course this past fall semester. anyway tho. he really wasnt socially educated, and you can see that through all representations -cant speak for spe actually i havent read the arc yet- even in the anime, though far less likely than i would have liked, having rewatched the n arc a few days ago. the disconnect from people is there. n had tutors, but other than that he was in a room with his only company being pokemon formerly abused by people. that was it. not even normal pokemon, but those he had to gain the trust of first because they were misled by trainers. he doesn’t really know how to act with people. he talks fast, hes very blunt, he doesnt know the meaning of personal boundaries, et cetera. he was, practically, raised in a cult. led to believe only the cult’s beliefs. and its only through getting out of his room and around unova, at least in the game, that he begins to develop his own thouhgts and ideas and morals, that he begins to doubt what hes been preached his whole life. this is getting a bit like so im gonna cut, but i just, n is such an interesting character. the tie in. already, in the tv announcement, his voice is ethereal and i could picture it, could play the sound in my mind based off the anipoke and the gens voices, because both of those are genuinely how n sounds to me, i can see it perfectly it just works like there is no other voice for him. i could picture that when he spoke. and already, with the dreamy, far-off gaze, and it hardening, i can see his characterization is going to be so great in the middleground, and im so excited. i recently finished a fic where his characterization to me was absolutely perfect, and even as it evolved, that standard didnt diminish, because the evolution was so seamless and good that the changes to him felt right, felt realistic.

im realizing now this sounds like a do-good-or-there-will-be-consequences thing, which is not my intention. im just, i really wanted a story with n, one i knew would be good, and the middleground is it at the moment. and i know youll do a good job because i liked tac so much, which featured n, and already its the little things with middleground!n that are already so good, and this was really just me saying thank you and i cant wait, and so thank you and i cant wait for more. i cant wait to see more of n, no matter how small a role, or how big iunno, he plays, its already so good for such a complex character with such a grey background. morally grey, ethically grey, realistically grey, just grey.

all in all, the middleground is amazing so far, i love it so so much, and once again, i cant wait for more. thank you for such an amazing piece thus far, lu. its past 6am now so its taken me a bit to get through this post, i hope the majority makes sense. and i cant wait to see what comes next with the story.

#the middleground #another long post about another long work wow who wouldve guessed

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delicrieux · 7 years

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Peculiar (Newt x Reader) pt.9 FINAL

A/N: cant believe it’s over…thank you everyone. i hope you’ll like it <3 WARNINGS: none PREMISE: An aloof, though kind, Gryffindor Quidditch player with an attention span that of a gold fish catches the eye of one extremely shy Hufflepuff that promises her to show all of Hogwarts’s magical creatures in an attempt to show off.

peculiar masterpost. MASTERLIST KO-FI.

Golden years ago in a mill beside the sea. There dwelt a little maiden, who plighted her faith to me;

The Maid of the Mill. I remember it clearly now, as if it was only yesterday it had happened. The cracking of the old record player, the melodious though haunting voice and the same repetitive circus tone. Then it all sprays with colour, the black and white memory, as if someone were to drop paint into a clear glass of water. And I’m falling; my back hits the ground and I shatter by my own spell. I heard it then, but perhaps only this many years past do I understand why.

The mill-wheel now is silent, the maid’s eyes closed be, And all that now remains of her are the words she sang to me:

I remember being a small child and dancing to it in my family’s living room, just like my mother had danced before me at her wedding.

Do not forget me, do not forget me!

And I know now why I heard it then, as my own life was running behind my eyelids like tears. I have dreamed and craved to do as my mother did on that fateful day. I wished for it to be my song. And at the time I felt like I could never realize my dream. Laying in the pool of my own blood I felt like I had lost much more than my life. That that was the end, my end. And in a way it was. Along with my shattered wand, something else broke too. That child-like wonder he loved me for so.

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New York, 1926

(Name) (Lastname), born 1898 xx xx and is considered to be one of the brightest witch of her time, has gone missing. The War hero and inventor of Fiendfyre has been last seen on her trip to Peru, from which, she as sources say, vanished. Apparition was impossible, Auror Leroy Ambrose says, since the disappeared into one of the world’s most magical places – Machu Picchu - which is guarded by strong anti-apparition spells. More? Read on page 11.

Along with a lovely photograph of a woman smiling into a camera as it flashed over her face was the said paragraph Newt Scamander’s eyes glazed over, worry pulling on his heartstrings as an old, forgotten flame sparked in his chest. He inhaled, taking a step closer and tilting his head to the side to get a better look at the picture – the newspaper laid sideways on the already cluttered table, and as he was about to reach it—

“What are you looking at?”

“Oh…oh uhm, nothing.” He blurred, “Nothing at all.”

Porpentina Goldstein, behind her desk, slumped her shoulders with a curt sigh and looked back at the papers in her hand, “Do you have a wand permit, Mister Scamander?”

“Wh-yes, yes I do.” He nodded, unruly, “Say,” he took a step closer, making the girl blink, “Do you know of…” his eyes wandered back to the photograph and for a second he was lost in thought. Porpentina followed his gaze, raising a brow and failing to see how any of this was relevant to the situation at hand.

“(Lastname)? Of course I know her, everyone knows her.” She told, scribbling on her paper, “She’s a legend.”

…

The air was chillingly cold, or perhaps it was just him, trembling. With eyes wide and filled with pain he stared at Percival with disbelieve and horror, then shifting to the side once they caught of something much more important. By Graves’s side sat a woman, too close to be just another acquaintance, yet too stiff to be a close friend. Newton didn’t recognise her; the council seemed to move in slow motion as their gazes met for the one and only time. His heart betrayed a strange jump when the connection sparked. In his mind surfaced a painful, suppressed memory of dazed (color) eyes and untamed forest of playful curls, young dewy skin, blushed and apple-sweet with lips that tasted like honey suckles after the rain. Her name in his mind, one he read on the newspaper just yesterday, echoed in his earlobe. Soon the illusion broke as a scream, blood stinging and hurt, pierced his chest along with a horrid flash of red.

Newt gulped and quickly collected himself, more confused than distraught. It all fell into place then, the overwhelming fear of what was to happen to him and his creatures. He didn’t dare linger on the memory; in fact he was ashamed it appeared so suddenly in such a bad timing. Why? He did not want to worry over it not now, not ever. He pushed himself to reality as his eyes filled with opalescent tears and he begged, “Please, you don’t understand, nothing in there is dangerous.”

…

It was deadly silent in his office, only the clicking of short heels and Tina’s sniffles bounced off the walls now ten times louder. The unfamiliar woman that sat next to Percival was here too, circling the table and watching Newt shift in his seat, his eyes boring into the paper in Graves’s hands. He had caught her staring a couple of times, gaze sharp and precise like a lion’s; again she walked as stiff as she sat, head held high in authority. She must’ve been an important figure…but why does it matter? Why does she matter? And why was she staring so intently?

Newton met her gaze as she stood behind Percival Grieves, her dark iris glimmering in the dim light with raw emotion, but what it was he couldn’t tell. Newt thought he’d look away first, but it was in fact the woman that glanced to Tina before he could grasp onto what she was trying to say. The silence stretched; Newt tapped his foot – a sign of cracking nerves no doubt – as Graves finally decided to acknowledge him.

“What I want to know is…What Albus Dumbledore saw in you.”

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The metro was cold and the dust floating in the air made him choke. Newt coughed, raising his hand up as if that would help stop Grave’s from shooting a spell. Behind him Tina found it hard to stand, sinking into the debris and hurting her feet. A zap of wind and his skin prickled, snapping his head to the side he caught a snipped of a traveling coat.

His eyes roamed forward, a tall figure standing in front of him as it raised its slim wand, pointing it directly at Percival Graves himself. The end of it lit up into magnificent bright red flames that grew in size, a ripple of heat and magic catching his breath and making his lungs blaze with fire. He marvelled at the growing beast, his heart stopping for a moment as he recognized the form of a fearless lion which roared and shook the roof. Newton recognized the tight braid of hair to belong to that stern woman he saw earlier, but what was she—

The gloom peeled off like paint, revealing curls of (color) hair hiding underneath and blotchy skin regained its colour. He could not see her face, but he knew who she was, who stood before him confident and wordless firing a spell. It was soon cut off, just like last time he had seen it, eating itself into a small black bubble that disappeared a second later leaving unnerving silence behind. Graves, taken aback by the sudden appearance, soon scowled and sliced with his wand. One elegant turn of her wrist was all it took and a flock of crumbling debris shielded her, turning to dust but giving her just enough time to fire a pale blue spell as she took a step forward. It snaked around the official, like rope, tying him down and immobilizing him as it squeezed at the pressure points.

Loud footfalls could be heard from above, and still unable to move Newton watched the female figure stride forward, hop onto the platform and crouch to examine the face of the man. The pads of her fingers traced his cheek, drawing symbols but of what he couldn’t say. Finally, the cavalry arrived and the woman, snapping her neck to the coming aurors stood and Newt could finally see her in her full glory.

Your left cheek held a shallow cut; no doubt you were battling in the city before coming here to aid them. You stood by the hunched over Graves, not daring to even lance Newton’s way. His mouth fell agape.

“Miss (Lastname),” Madame President stalked over, displeased, “should’ve known it was you.”

“It is always me, Seraphina” Your voice was playful, but held this distinctive sweet tone that made it appear staged. You smiled, unnaturally, kindly, but that kindness never reached your (colour) eyes, “Surprised it took you this long to figure it out.”

“You broke into MACUSA.”

“Me and rules…Never got along.” You replied, dispatching the slim Alder wand, “You should know better than anyone else.”

“I should pull you in for charges.”

You raised a finger at her, almost comical “Ah, yes, you should, but you won’t. The paperwork is on your table, signed by the British Minister of Magic. Official duty you see, top secret, could not drop by for a drink but I will kindly take you up on that offer once we’re done here.”

He watched with a mix of shock and strange disgust – the scene full of banter was clay like, almost appearing as a bad play had bought a ticket to ogle at. Your smooth features were as if bewitched – every remark had a fast paced answer, which was not like you, never like you. Unnatural. Plastic. The interaction was lively, but not life like.

Newt called your name, his voice cracking at the last syllable as hopeful he watched the actress facade crumble. The first genuine emotion blossomed in those doe eyes as they connected – his heart jumped in his chest as a brief second of happiness washed over him like a wave. But like a machine, the wheels fell into motion and your face twisted from surprise and even remorse to the same inhuman smoothness.

“It has been too long, Newton.” You finally said voice even and low, losing all coyness and sounding strange coming from smiling lips. You turned back to Seraphina, as if he was not there anymore. In turn Newt felt untamed sudden anger rise in his chest and he took a shaky step forward, calling out again as if afraid you’d fade away like a summer dream. You didn’t respond, though, instead fixing last business with the President about Grindewald.

“Wall then,” You said after a short conversation, sending a wary glance at the blonde haired wizard, “I best be on my way now.”

“You know I can’t let you go.” She said, serious. You recoiled. Lastly, you nodded, again, scripted. Your eyes swept the ground and flashed to Newt Scamander, still waiting for you to notice him, “I guess I have no other choice but to go…” You winked, then hurriedly turning back to Madame, “Shall w—“

You evaporated.

…

“You never talked to me, despite my numerous and failed advances…I never even got to properly complain about you taking the blame for what she had done. Ever the kind, you are. Though, I suppose it was my fault as well. I should have been more careful, more aware of my surroundings…” You faltered, “In the end it was I who frightened Leta enough to bite back.”

A heavy silence settled between the two of you, despite the pub brewing with life. Music, specifically jazz, played, beautiful women eyeing men and flirting each chance they got. Two glasses, both empty, were on your table. It was hot here, hot enough for you to lose your jacket and Newt couldn’t help but stare at your exposed shoulders and the delicate arch of your neck. He gulped, looking down into his intertwined hands.

“You changed.” He told, the pads of his fingers coming to graze the edge of the small glass. You shrugged.

“War changes everyone…” You said, quieter.

Jacob Kowalski’s bright grin flashed in his mind, “Not everyone.”

“Then only me.” There was a smile in your voice, he could tell and in turn he let a loopy grin slip onto his lips before he pulled it down. “Why did you avoid me, Newton?”

“I thought…I thought it was best if we-we-we stopped” His green irises found yours, “seeing each other all together, that is. I…I thought that…That after what happened…You wouldn’t want to see me.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“But it was my friend.”

“Hardly matters in the end,” You told, “I know you…You must’ve been ashamed or something silly like that… All this time, wasted…” you added, more to yourself than him as you leaned onto the table, successfully breaking some distance between your bodies, “I don’t think I’ve changed that much.” You told, a ghost of a smile tilting the corners of your lips as your eyes twinkled in the smoky lights, “I just think you haven’t changed a bit.”

“Well, I still have my suave charm.”

“Oh do you ever.”

“Isn’t MACUSA looking for you?”

“Don’t tell me that is going to stop you?” You coyly raised a brow, “The danger is part of the fun, after all.”

“I never could resist an adventure.”

“With yours truly, no doubt.”

“You give yourself too much credit.”

You shook your shoulders with a cheerful grin, “Credit must be given where credit is due. I must admit, though…I did not expect you to reach out to me.”

“Perhaps I simply wanted to show you something.”

“Last time you did I ended up in your suitcase.”

“Do you want to again?”

“Cannot say no to such an invitation.”

…

He pulled the curtain open and his form was flooded with warm sunlight, sounds of rustling leafs, howling wind and oinks and stomps of various creatures reaching the small cabinet you found yourself in. He had lost his jacket when you entered this warm space of his magical suitcase, neatly hanging it on a chair along with your coat. The smell of herbs and dirt tickled your nose and with a curious step you followed after him. Your mouth fell agape, eyes growing wide as small reflections of stars started to shine in them; caught in awe your feet took you forward but spun and twirled as you took in each and every inch of this pure creation. Creatures you have never even dreamed about poked their heads out to see the visitor, or leisurely continued their precious work of hiding in grass or rolling some tree branches for a den. A warm breeze tickled your skin and it blushed. As you tried to keep up with the whole ecosystem you released an amazed laugh, slapping your palms over your lips to stop a squeal.

Meanwhile he watched, watched and realized that you haven’t changed after all. He grinned, pride striking him and he straightened his back, overly pleased. Making you happy brought no greater joy. He had almost forgotten this feeling. Almost. But it surfaced again, kept safe in his subconscious before it could emerge and infatuate him again. Everything about you was enticing and only after all this time he realized. His jaw tensed and he glanced at the swaying flower heads – so much time he had wasted. A cold hand squeezed his heart, but he gulped those bitter feelings down.

But some things are not broken, some simply cannot be. They are just forgotten, drowned by misery into the deepest caves of our minds. And all you need is to remember. A spark, like a firework or a glint of beautiful spell. Or much simpler than that, one gleam of your true loves gaze can awaken the things one thinks they have lost.

Little talk was exchanged as you opted to wander and explore what he had built, playing with the creatures and feeding some. You dirtied your knees and hands in the process, accidentally smearing some dirt on your cheek as you tried to wipe away the moistness forming on its tender skin. You seemed so emerged he didn’t want to disturb you; and so you worked in silence, together, harmoniously.

It wasn’t until you stumbled to a small shack, opening the damp wooden door and coughing as a cloud of dust blew on you. Your eyes glazed over the cabinets, in search of some treats, but what caught your gaze was not edible. You recognized the outline of your face and passing the threshold you tilted your head to the side, fingers gripping the newspaper as you brought it to your face.

(Name) (Lastname), born 1898 xx xx and is considered to be one of the brightest witch of her time, has gone missing.

“I was worried about you.” Newt spoke up from behind you, making you jerk and turn to him. His form was leaned on some boxed, shoulder slumped, his gaze lazy and his hair a mess – he was tired, you conducted, “I…” a splash of energy prompted a rosy tint on his cheeks, “I always…worried about you.” He gulped, shyly glancing away and scratching the back of his neck, “I’m…I’m sorry, (Name). I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” His words caused you to inhale, every happy thought that previously swam in your mind erased, leaving you blank and motionless. Noticing the sudden shift he pushed himself to stand straight, “They…they didn’t pick you to find Grindewald, am I correct?” Your head bobbed, stiffly. Newt’s face turned soft, sad and pitying, “I should’ve been there…with you.”

You neatly folded the newspaper back and put it where you found it. It was enough time to collect yourself, and fixing a pained smile, that lasted for a second if not less, you crossed your arms over your chest and looked at him again, “You were right.” You murmured, “War…War doesn’t change people. It’s the loss that does.” Your voice trembled and you gulped, stepping out the shack, “Not sure if you remember him or not, but… Out of all of my friends, only Leroy survived…And I am grateful for that. Just that. Asking more would be greedy.” Eyes stinging you rubbed them with the hilt of your palm, trying not to infect them. Taking in a calming breath you continued, “I have made peace with it.” You found his gaze, “You should too. You are here now, and that is all that matters.”

Newt seemed to think, the corner of his lips cracking into a smile as he softly shook his head as if recalling a memory, “You know…I never…Never asked you out, properly.” You released an amused huff, “See, that day…That day when…When Leta hexed you… I was there because I wanted to. To ask you out, that is.” Any previous turmoil of pain was snuffed clean as you felt a spur of joy light up your world, “I planned to stand there, by the door to the girls bathroom and wait for you with a bouquet of flowers and well, improvise, I suppose.”

“You are lying.”

“I’m afraid no, not this time.”

You laughed, thought it was a bit dry by the lingering hurt, but it was real. Nothing about you seemed plastic now. “And…I know this…this is, well…Highly inconsiderate and..uhm..” He started, lamely, shyly approaching you “B—“

“Please do not tell me you are going to apologize for kissing me ten years ago.”

Newt faltered, smiling sheepishly, “N-No…not apologize. I was actually…I…” He licked his lower lip, eyes rolling over the room as if to catch an idea on how to convey his words, “I was actually wondering if you…if you would…If you would allow me to be selfish once more and…” Your fingers brushed the fringe of fiery hair from his eyes tenderly. You smiled, lovingly.

Here it was that familiar sweet scent that left your heart racing as your thoughts rushed at an equal pace. It hardly felt as if a day had passed since you’ve last seen him, all those bittersweet memories now playing in your mind like an animated movie, and if the look in his eyes betrayed anything is that he was feeling the same. He stepped closer, or was it you, you did not care. Finally, he was close enough to touch, to feel the heat of his body caress your own. Your hand landed on his chest, near his heart and you felt it beat. Newt pressed forward, catching himself at just the right moment – if you wished to pull away now was the only and perfect time to do so. But you didn’t, instead your lips parted to inhale a frail breath with a weak gasp that did nothing but encourage him. His hand came to rest on the side of your jaw and he felt you quiver. He gulped. His thumb caressed your dewy rosy cheek, gliding over a thin scar – a battle wound – and making it tingle. At last he leaned in, unable to hold himself. The proximity became dizzying as your noses brushed. Anticipation prickled your skin. Your world drowned in velvet darkness as he kissed you and what was to be a gentle show of love turned raw with passion .

…

The chorus of people settles and the heavy door creeks open. I am flooded with beautiful fairy lights and a velvet sky above me, irritated by stars and an obnoxiously big moon. I hold in my breath and tremble – though I am fairly sure I am not the only one – as I feel myself spur with excitement and contagious joy. The pleasant air bites at my skin and I shiver – my eyes land on him, standing by the aisle and waiting for me almost fearful, as if I could change my mind and run away.

Instead of the cliché wedding march an old record player croaks to life and I cannot be any happier. A familiar melody floods the hall and I feel like I am dreaming. I take a shy step forward, as if to make sure this was all real. It is.

My father, behind me, follows suit and links his arms with mine. I see my mother as I pass, staring at my wide eyed and teary; somewhere in the crowd I glimpse at Leroy silently cheering at the perfect moment. But nevertheless, despite my father, the spite the whole reception following the bride I cannot help but awe at the groom. He stands confident as I draw closer, his fiery hair glimmering in the beautiful lights. Newton’s hand reached for mine as we stop, and my father, given the nod, squeezes my hand tightly as if to say goodbye – I smile, though hold a tear. My fingers link around Newton’s and he helps me step up to stand next to him. The bouquet of flowers itches in my dewy palm.

Newt catches his breath, trying to bite down a goofy smile but it still pinches at his cheeks and he gives up, grinning with brilliant radiance and I have the most sudden of urges to kiss him right there and then.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathering here to…” It is a bit silly, perhaps inappropriate to admit that I heard nothing the preacher said, nor did I care for any word of it. What mattered to me were the gentle link between us, intertwined with our hands, a link of rings and hearts and red strings. I love you, is the only thing that dances in my mind as I gaze at him, and if I know him well his thoughts mimic mine.

Our vows go by quick, filled with small laughs from the audience and Newton’s awkward blinks that go along with a rosy blush. I, of course, am no better – forgot my lines and repeated them with a stutter. He didn’t mind, though. I do like to believe he thought it was cute.

“…I pronounce you husband and wife. Newton, you may kiss the bride.” And this was the very sentence the guests, us included, were waiting with baited breath. Newt turns to me, admiring me for one last second before he reaches closer and I follow suit. We meet half way and kiss. The crowd behind us cheers and somewhere above us I hear fireworks greet the night’s sky.

THE END.

BONUS:

“Now listen here, Scamander. (Name) is a precious little flower and if I find out, you hear me, if I find out that you are treating her badly there will be consequences, son.”

“Oh, husband!” Miss (Lastname) shuffled, hitting her man with her white gloves. The said man loosened his grip on Newt’s shoulder; the wizard gulped, loudly at that, “Do not mind him, Newton, he’s all talk and no bite.” She winked, “Welcome to the family.”

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