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certainsaturn · 13 days

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Real Madrid youngsters HP! AU

Vini Jr. in HP! au who tends to get into fights. Always invited to parties (especially after his quidditch team lost). Plays as a seeker in the team. Always sneaking out after curfew just to slack around. Only got caught one time by Filch because the portraits snitched. He ran away from punishment(which is to accompany Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest) and hid in the girls bathroom where he met Moaning Myrtle for the first time. She gave him the ick with all the giggling and pestering questions so he just went back to Hagrid. Secretly likes Divination. He only took it because Rodrygo asks him to. Will never admit it out loud. He can’t say no to his good friend. He met Rodrygo on the train during their first enrolment into Hogwarts. He ate a lot of liquorice wands and puked on some random girl. Rodrygo helped him out. Became friends with him eversince.

Rodrygo in HP! au is very kind towards the professors. He dislikes Snape teaching methods though. Herbology is his favorite subject. A lot of 1st years admires him. When Vini causes trouble he will always have to pull him out. He respects the house elves and will personally go the kitchens to thank them for the wonderful meal. During his first year where he has to handle Mandrakes, he is the only one abled to do the steps properly. During Charms he is partnered up with Jude and Vini. Got his arm broken because Jude used Wingardium Laviosa on him and made him fall from the ceiling, unintentionally. Forgave Jude and became friends with him cause he don't hold grudges. (He is aware that Jude is well known so he'll just use the advantage to be friends with him). When it comes to dueling he is one of the best probably after Aurelien. Has wide knowledge on hexes and jinxes. Even poltergeist don't want to mess with him.

Aurelien Tchouameni in HP! au is a moozologist(?) wannabe. He loves his dog so much he sneaks him to school during his 4th year. Got caught by Ms. Norris after 2 days. Despises Snape. Top student in his classes. A beater in the quidditch team. Begs Hagrid to give him 1 to 1 lessons on Care of Magical Creatures so he can be one step ahead of everyone else. People call him crazy for wanting to train a Zouwu(?). Destroyed his Nimbus 2000 which he bought using his own money when he went on a solo adventure at 4th year to find Dragons. He didn't think he'll find one...but he did and it ended terribly. Sneaks around at night with the gang and deliberately get caught so they all can attend the lesson. The gang gave him silent treatment for not telling them about this earlier but they all end up liking it after a while. Met Newt Scamander once and got his book signed and has bragged to everyone about it. He talks a lot and do analysis on people that he wants to be friends with. He often get discounts when going to shops at Diagon Alley and Hogsmade.

Jude Bellingham in HP! au is Hogwarts’s heartthrob. In his 6th year he got almost got spiked with a love potion. If it wasn’t for Aurelien to stop him from drinking the drink. Transfiguration is his biggest enemy. He learned to be an animagus and ended up getting a badger as his animagus. Hates the whole subject for that. Got hundreds of love letters and items laced with love potions or jinxed sent to him daily. An ace student in DADA, so he has no problems in handling those items. Talks loudly when he gets excited (Snape overhears him everytime and will smack his head). The fat friar will hold him long enough from entering the dorms to flirt with him. Crashes in other houses dorms because of this. Failing herbology and even Rodrygo can't help him. Wants to be an Auror after he graduates. But he is unsure now because he doesn't want to continue taking potions after O.W.L.s

Eduardo Camavinga in HP! au is the friendliest guy in Hogwarts. McGonagall's favorite student despite being a troublemaker. The potraits love it when he walks by talking loudly because his stories are all interesting to them. He is clumsy at potions, always got the ingredients mixed up. But his best friend Aurelien is there to help him. Caused the school to flood one time after using the wrong jinx. McGonagall punished him to clean the owlery without the use of magic. Found the room of requirement when he was running away from Filch after harmlessly pranking him. He thinks its a prank and got scared so he never go near that corridor again. Surprisingly got asked out to the yule ball from the Beauxbaton girls. Quidditch commentator. Very biased with his team too. His boggart is his little brother getting hurt from his pranks. The advantage of being McGonagall's favorite has turned him into a Transfiguration facilitator to the group. He once cloned himself to 12s of him...just to mess around with people. The group respects him for that.

i hope yall like this. im pretty satisfied with myself after writing this. the headcanons came from my pure imagination. also got inspired by @g-xix 's amp X harry potter headcanons so i decided to make my own for the boys.

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ryanmeft · 2 years

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Movie Review: Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore

The question of the legacy of Harry Potter became very important after 2018’s Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald turned out to be a world-building exercise gone very wrong. Now, with The Secrets of Dumbledore, the series is flailing madly for a point to it’s own existence. Even among fans there were many doubts as to whether the whole thing had legs outside of the initial seven-book, eight-movie Pottermania, and the third Beasts movie does little to make the case for the franchise’s continued place in the world.

We jump in with Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law) and Gellert Grindelwald (a recast Mads Mikkelsen) discussing their childhood and Grindelwald’s planned war against non-magical people. We then jump to the team being formed to stop Grindelwald from rigging the upcoming elections for Prime Minister of Magicland. Newt Scamander (Eddie Redmayne), the series’ protagonist who is obsessed with creatures unique to the magical world, recruits his more straight-laced Magic Police brother Theseus (Callum Turner), and has Lally Hicks (Jessica Williams), a teacher at the American Hogwarts, bring in his un-magical friend Jacob (Dan Fogler), who is given a non-working wand in a plot thread that doesn’t really make sense. Victoria Yeates and William Nadylam return as two characters you forgot about completely. Their role is to fill out the numbers. Assisting through the use of his bar is Albus’s less refined brother Aberforth (Richard Coyle), while Jacob’s sweetheart Goldie (Alison Sudol) has currently defected to Grindelwald.

The team’s goal is to reach the site of the elections with a creature called a Qilin, based on a real mythological beast, who can see into a person’s soul and will bow before a righteous leader. Grindelwald and his follower Credence (Ezra Miller), who is secretly a forgotten scion of the Dumbledore clan, have also acquired a Qilin, which Grindelwald kills and resurrects as a ghoul who will bow to him on command.

Is the movie bad? Well, that’s a loaded word, but it is something far worse: it is boring. It is nearly unimaginable how that could be. We have, for bedrock material, a world where entire streets and buildings are hidden magically behind other streets and buildings, and where children go to school amid shifting staircases and constant mortal peril. Colorful characters abound who, yes, adhere to some archetypes, but draw their interest from breaking those expectations at unexpected times. Any halfway skilled writer with a bit of time could work wonders with what J.K. Rowling built.

Any writer except, apparently, Rowling. She has assigned herself script-writing duties and clung to them even as the franchise has seen plummeting financial returns and increasingly divisive audience and critical responses. That, added to her appetite for political controversy and her insistence on meddling with her established continuity in a secondhand way, has tested the clout of an author once revered as the queen of all-ages literature and made her a financial liability Warner Bros is desperate to shake from the series.

In The Secrets of Dumbledore you can sense she is trying hard not to be shook. Whether by her choice or a mandate of the studio, Steve Kloves, who adapted all but the unimpressive fifth entry of the eight Potter films, has been brought back as co-writer, and his primary job was obviously to reign Rowling’s poor world-building skills in. This film has been constructed to provide a premature ending to the franchise if needed, which looks very likely. Almost everything in The Crimes of Grindelwald was designed with five movies in mind, but now most of those plot threads have been abruptly wrapped up.

Which ones? Wicked spoilers, this way lie. Queenie’s turn to the dark side and split with Jacob, Credence’s nature, ancestry and grudge against the Dumbledores, Albus’s binding blood truce with Grindelwald and their childhood affection, and Newt’s on-again off-again relations with his brother and Tina were obviously meant to fuel the personal side of a long narrative. By the end of Secrets, Queenie’s back with the good guys and married to Jacob, Credence is revealed as Aberforth’s son and has reconciled with his family, Albus has put aside his love of Grindelwald, and Newt has figured out how to be an obsessive nerd and also love at the same time (actually, I could use some tips on that).

Essentially, all of the major personal arcs have been given endings that will be acceptable to fans if (probably when) the last two films in the series are canceled. The only thread that remains active and able to be effectively used in the future is the actual war with Grindelwald, who escapes.

The film is not absolutely free of pathos or pleasure. The Qilin, who look like slightly altered baby deer, are effortlessly charming, and their fate in the story is heartbreaking. Mikkelsen replacing the hideously miscast Johnny Depp is a long overdue fit of good sense, and within minutes of the film’s beginning, he proves the role should have been his to begin with. Glimpses of wizarding communities from China and Brazil are welcome but feel perfunctory, and the unfinished duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald is different enough from that between Dumbledore and Voldemort in the fifth Potter film to feel fresh. Other promising segments don’t get enough time in the oven, most notably Newt and Theseus’s adventure in a deadly, creature infested prison. The worst part is that the focus on actual, you know, beasts, for which the series is ostensibly named, falls flat, with the Qilin being the only new one worthy of note.

Though I do feel reasonably certain this will be the final film in this sordid chapter of the Potter legacy, I don’t particularly bear it ill will. As it happens, I am intrigued by the prospect of exploring the wizarding side of World War II and the contrast of Grindelwald’s rebellion and fall against that of Voldemort later. Yet realism must win out. Rowling has now had three chances to show she can make this story one worth telling, and has proven to be in over her head. If more films happen at all, and if something great or even good is to come from them, she’s got to admit it to herself, move on, and allow David Yates and the other filmmakers who helped make her world a global phenomenon do what they do best.

Verdict: Not Recommended

Note: I don’t use stars, but here are my possible verdicts.

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Avoid like the Plague

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literary-creature · 2 years

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Our Days in New York: Chapter 1

A little something I wrote for the first day of the Newtina Week. I hope you like it! (At least a little)

December 8th, 1926

For the third time in the last five minutes, Tina's head turned to look at the old and battered leather case laying on her living room's floor. It had been almost half an hour since Newt has disappeared inside it, politely rejecting Queenie's offer of breakfast while muttering something about "checking on everyone".

She wondered if the creatures were alright. If he was alright.

"If you want to talk to him, why don't you just do it?" her sister's voice startled her. Queenie had been quiet since they came back to the apartment, Jacob's departure too painful to be spoken of yet. Looking at the usually vivacious eyes, Tina couldn't help but notice that some of their brightness was missing that morning.

"I'm sure he wants to be alone," Tina answered, at last, looking down at her untouched cup of coffee.

Before long, she felt Queenie's soft presence peeking into her mind, questioning, trying to find what was concerning her. Tina didn't fight her: Sometimes not speaking was easier.

"Graves got him, I would like to check on him, see if he is alright. But I don't want to invade his personal space."

"C'mon Teen, he didn't mind when we were all there earlier."

No, he didn't seem to mind then. For the first time since Tina has met him, the man was at ease, comfortable, in his element. The case brought out a different side of him. Thinking of it, she couldn't help but shudder at the thought of what MACUSA might have done with it, feeling a new pang of guilt coursing through her.

"You wanted to help Teen, you wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose."

"But I'm responsible for almost destroying all of it," Tina said, remorseful "Plus getting him killed. I'm not sure he wants me around."

"I feel so sorry for what I did."

"I don’t think he holds any grudge against you," Queenie pointed. A little smile played on her lips before continuing "I would even go as far as saying he likes you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Queenie chuckled and shook her head, shooting her sister a knowing look.

Tina frowned, but didn't have the heart to scold her. Queenie had just smiled for the first time that morning.

"If making some fun of her older sister helps her cheer up, I'm more than willing to put up with it."

Queenie's expression softened. "I'll be fine Teenie. Really."

"I wish there was something I could do for you."

"I know Teen" she managed a tearful smile, turning to put her empty cup in the sink. She appeared to gain quick control over her emotions, for when she spoke again her voice had turned from sad, to playful "And I also know you're trying to change the subject. We were talking about you speaking to Newt, remember?"

"I was not trying to do anything." Tina protested "And I'm still not convinced it's a good idea."

"I tell you what we'll do," Queenie said, conspiratorial "I'll prepare a nice cup of tea, and you can take it downstairs. It's the perfect excuse to go see him and apologize."

Tina sighed, knowing Queenie was right: She should go.

"Alright."

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With the cup of tea levitating by her side, Tina descended the narrow stairs into the case. The small shed was silent, the desk covered in papers, but some vials and bandages could be seen on top of them as if used in haste. Newt was nowhere to be seen.

The door leading to the habitats was slightly open.

"Mr. Scamander?" Tina called softly.

Assuming he was somewhere far from the shed, Tina didn't think looking for him outside on her own would be a very wise choice. She had been there just once, and she was not as familiar with the magical beasts as to feel safe. The only option was waiting for him.

Careful not to spill the tea on anything important, Tina placed the cup on the desk, over a few sketches. She recognized the little green creature on one of the pages: A bowltruckle, just like the one Newt carried in his pocket.

"Pickett," she remembered absentmindedly.

Her gaze landed on some more sketches decorating the wall over the desk. She couldn't recognize most of the creatures, but she quickly found a niffler, drawn in soft charcoal lines. The artist was quite skilled at capturing every detail in the paper. The beauty of the work made her want to take a closer look.

Tina was leaning over the desk when a noise coming from the door made her turn. Apart from the door now completely open, no one, human or creature, could be seen. But she could feel something watching her.

"Mr. Scamander?" she called again, voice a little shaky.

The wooden floor creaked. Now on full alert, Tina's hand went to her wand pocket, wondering if a protective spell would work. The last thing she needed at the moment was hurting one of the creatures.

Suddenly, she saw a flash of something dark running towards her. Tina retreated until her back hit the stairs, feeling something clinging to her right leg.

She stayed still, expecting to feel fangs or at least claws sinking into her skin. But to her surprise, the thing stuck to her ankle, tugging on her trouser hem.

Tina looked down and sighed in relief: It was just the niffler.

The creature seemed keen on having her attention, and Tina was taken aback by the fact that he wasn't scared of her.

"Mmm... Hi?" she said, still recovering from the fright.

Tina knelt on the floor slowly, leaning down to watch the creature from up close. Seeing his chance, the niffler climbed onto her lap and stretched his paws to reach for the locket hanging from her neck. The witch caught him just in time and took the paw off the piece gently. The creature's insistence made her laugh.

"You can't have this one," she smiled "I'm sorry, but I can't give it to you."

"Tina? What are you doing down here?"

Newt's voice made her jump. Tina made to stand up, but with the niffler on her lap, she just managed to stumble ungracefully and land back down on the floor. From there, he stared at the man standing in front of her, not knowing what to do with herself.

Newt didn't appear to be upset to find her in his territory. He just seemed surprised and maybe a little curious. Tina was about to open her mouth and try to explain her presence there when Newt cut her short.

"Absolutely not."

It took her a few seconds to realize that he was not speaking to her, but the niffler. He caught it and lifted it from Tina's knees.

"You give it back right now," he ordered.

Tina watched in silence as the creature struggled to escape Newt's hands, but the man managed to take something away from the rebellious paws. Only when he gestured for her to take it did she notice it was a chain. Her hand went to her neck, shocked to find the locket was no longer there. The niffler must have taken advantage of her moment of confusion.

"I'm sorry. He is always causing trouble, you see."

Tina gave him a weak smile and stood up, her face red with embarrassment. She took the locket from his hand, cursing herself for being so clumsy. The niffler, still in Newt's arms, stretched his body trying to take it again. His huff of utter disappointment tore a quiet laugh from both of them.

When she took her eyes from the furry troublemaker, she found Newt staring at her. He immediately looked away, hiding again behind his fringe. Tina's gaze turned to the floor as well, uncomfortable.

"I just... I thought you would like some tea," she said in a rush, stepping back and gesturing to the cup.

"Oh...I," he stammered, awkward as ever "That sounds... lovely, thank you."

Leaving the niffler on the floor again, he approached the desk and took the cup.

"It's very kind of you," he added as if feeling he was not being agreeable enough. He was still avoiding her eyes when he took a sip of his tea.

"It's no trouble at all. Queenie prepared it." she noticed Pickett observing her from Newt's shirt pocket, as if trying to figure her out. It made her even more nervous.

"And I was also wondering if you are alright," Tina ventured again "Graves... Grindelwald... I don't know what spell he used on you, but we keep some healing potions and dittany in the apartment if you need anything..."

"Oh, it's nothing to worry about. Just some burns. I have the right ointment for that," leaving the cup aside, he took the vials on the desk and put them into one of the drawers "I keep myself quite stocked of that kind of thing. Some creatures can be a handful when they are scared or hurt, and I have taken a hit more than once."

"Of course, I should have realized. I'm glad it's not serious."

He gave her a half-smile, and keep tidying the shed. His bowtie was undone, his sleeves up; he was in his most relaxed state. Still, her presence made him uneasy somehow. Maybe the best thing to be done was apologizing and letting him be.

"Mr. Scamander, I..." Tina struggled, not knowing where to start "Well..."

His gaze turned to her, sensing her discomfort. "Is there anything else you wanna tell me?" He asked gently. This time, he even met her eye for a few seconds. He looked kind, and it gave Tina enough confidence to speak.

"Yes," she admitted "I would like... I wanted to apologize."

"What for?" Newt asked, clueless.

Tina looked down. Where to start? "I took you to MACUSA. You almost die because of me."

She felt Newt's eyes on her, dreading the few seconds of silence before he spoke again.

"It's alright," he answered softly "I know you meant no harm."

"No, of course I did not but..." she still didn’t dare meet his eyes "What I did almost get us both killed. And the case... All the creatures..." her voice broke.

And then she did look at him, eyes full of regret. "I didn't want to hurt them, I swear. I thought it was the right thing to do, so nobody else would get injured. Had I know you have all of this down here... It's beautiful, and I could have destroyed it. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Tina faced away from him, trying to calm down. She didn’t want to make a scene in front of him. She was being ridiculous.

Before she could run away, a careful hand was placed over her arm.

"Tina," something in the way he said her name made her look up. Now Newt was making eye contact with her "I know you did it with the best intention. And I know I was not exactly cooperative. I didn't tell you I had more creatures because I thought you wouldn't understand. I shouldn't have lied. Or omitted information. I'm sorry too."

Newt didn't blame her. He didn't hate her.

"You also saved my life," she murmured, keeping her eyes on his "Back at the execution cell. Even after what I did."

"I couldn't just leave you, you were there because of me after all."

"No, it was my fault we..."

"You arrested me as soon as I set a foot in New York," Newt interrupted "and they accused you of abetting me. I rather thought I was the one dragging you to your death. You were just doing what you thought was safest. I can understand that, I don't blame you Tina."

She knew he meant it, he looked sincere. And he kept calling her by her first name with such familiarity. She felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

"Thank you," she whispered, moved "For everything."

"There's nothing to thank me for." he offered her a quiet smile that she returned without thinking.

The next moment Tina heard a curious chirp and saw Pickett's small body moving from Newt's pocket to his shoulder.

"Hi Pick," he greeted.

Tina didn't understand the creature, but she could swear that he was telling Newt something about her, because all of the sudden he remembered his hand was still in her arm, and took it away, blushing.

Pickett moved across Newt's arm to get to the desk, and stepped on his sketch. From there, he started chirping again, trying to catch Tina's attention.

"I think he wants to show you his picture," Newt explained, amused "He is rather vain for a bowltruckle."

Tina smiled and came closer to the desk again. The creature watched her expectantly: It was clear he was waiting for her to give her opinion.

"It's a good likeness," Tina admitted, addressing Pickett. It was strange, but it seemed like the right thing to do "But if you ask me, I think you are much more handsome in person."

Pickett chirped happily, pleased by the compliment. Tina searched for Newt's face and found approval.

"You're going to brag about it with the others, don't you?" he sighed, addressing the bowltruckle in fond exasperation. Pickett's enthusiastic chirp sounded like an affirmation.

"Did you do these yourself?" Tina asked shyly, pointing at the sketches "I was watching them before the niffler found me."

"Ah... Yes. I usually... It's useful," he answered while Pickett climbed over his shoulder again "To study them."

"They are excellent. I don't know most of the creatures, but your sketches of the ones I've seen until now are very realistic."

The compliment was unexpected to him, judging by the way her words startled him. His ears turned a light shade of pink, and he murmured a quiet "Thanks"

"I learned some," she continued, eager to prove herself to him "I know the niffler, the occamy, the demiguise," Tina pointed at each sketch as she spoke "And what was the name of this one? With the nasty bite?"

"The murtlap."

"Right. And I also caught a glimpse of this one when I was here earlier," she added, pointing at a sketch that showed a creature with big eyes "Looks friendly. I don't think you mentioned it."

"That's a mooncalf," Newt explained "Mooncalves are friendly. They only emerge from their burrows at the full moon."

Tina observed how he didn't stutter or hide away this time. Intrigued, she decided to encourage him a little further.

"Do they?"

"Yes, mooncalves perform these very complex dances in isolated areas in the moonlight," he continued, shifting from shy to confident "They often leave geometric patterns on the fields. Muggles make up all kinds of crazy stories about it."

"How do you know all that?" Tina asked impressed.

"I learned by observation, during my trips. But I still haven't figured out what the dances mean," he sounded disappointed "I believe it could be a mating ritual, but I can't tell for sure."

"So, you found the mooncalf during your trip?"

"There are more of them here in the case. I could show you if you want."

Tina stared at him in surprise. Was he inviting her into the case?

"I mean... You don't have to," mistaking his expression, Newt immediately retreated, looking down "You must be tired, and not at all interested in..."

"No, I'd like to see them," Tina said quickly. Her own eagerness made her feel self-conscious. "That is, if I'm not interrupting you," she added in a calmer tone.

He blinked, her enthusiasm catching him unawares. But he looked pleased. "You wouldn't be interrupting at all. I still have some creatures to tend to, but I can do it on the way."

Tina’s face broke into a smile "I'd love to see the mooncalves, then."

Hi everyone! I've never written fanfiction before (Or participated in a fan event at all) but it always cheers me up to see other people's work. With all the negativity that has been going around in the fandom during the last months, I wanted to do something nice to contribute, and maybe cheer someone else up. This fic was written for the first day of the Newtina Week. It was supposed to be short, but I got carried away and I'm writing ten chapters. It's not finished, so I'm only posting the first chapter this week. I imagine not many people will be reading my fic, but I'm really enjoying writing it, so I'm posting here anyways. I also have a very specific question for anyone who happens to be reading: How does a bowltruckle sound? I described Pickett's sounds like a "chirp" but I'm not sure if that is correct. I've been stressing over this detail for days. Thank you for reading😊

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newtxtinaforever · 4 years

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Happy Birthday Tina!

Hello there! Today's one shot is sponsored by @neighborhood-newtina-reblogger, a tumblr that I greatly admire. Okay, it's not technically sponsored by the blog, but it did provide the prompt/idea for this one shot, which I will include at the very end in case you want to know what it is. Also, the fanart above belongs to @sydsketch and partially inspires my fanfic as well. Don't want to put the prompt at the beginning and spoil the story, so without further ado, I hope you enjoy this little piece of my Newtina heart. Oh, and happy birthday Tina! ☺️

3rd POV

"Oh, Newt. She's perfect!" Tina exclaimed happily, a smile brightening up her usually tense features. It wasn't that the American witch held a grudge against smiling or having fun; quite the opposite, in fact. She was so used to being responsible that her default look was to come across as a professional who took her job seriously. When she was with Newt, however, she couldn't help but smile. His light-hearted nature simply had a way of making her feel like she could let her guard down and didn't have to worry about what kind of person Newt was. Having fought alongside him in the fight against Grindelwald, Tina knew she could trust Newt. It was a good thing because he had just given her a creature to call her own.

"Really? That's wonderful to hear. I hoped you would like her but I wasn't completely sure if you would be interested in-" Newt was quickly interrupted by Tina's warm words of gratitude. "I love her, Newt. Thank you," she replied. Her eyes sparkled with a light reminiscent of the creature that currently rested in its small glass case. "What's her name?" Tina asked softly as she admired the speckled salamander. Newt blushed before replying, "Well, I thought you might like to name her seeing as she's yours." Both pairs of eyes connected for the briefest of moments.

"Of course!" Tina blurted, although she soon regained her composure. "I'm not quite sure where to start, but I'm sure we can think of something." Newt's tender smile at Tina's inclusion of the word 'we' went unnoticed for the most part, yet the tone of their environment was clearly evident. It was nearly impossible to miss the delicate care each person felt for the other, so alive and tangible was it. The silence that settled in during certain moments of the conversation were not uncomfortable, but peaceful instead. Surprisingly enough, Newt was the next one to speak up.

"Keegan," he uttered cryptically. Tina tilted her head to the right by a dozen degrees. "Who?" she wondered aloud, her sharp eyes fixed on Newt. The famous magizoologist remained quiet for several seconds until Tina cleared her throat. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was simply suggesting Keegan as a name, but I understand if you don't like it. She's yours, so feel free to choose whatever name you feel is best."

Tina lowered her gaze to the ground, then extended her head upward. "The name's fine, Newt. And I want you to be included in the naming process, trust me," she said with reassurance in her voice. Newt smiled. "What about Thea? She's the Greek goddess of light, which is fitting since salamanders feed off of fire, right?" Tina inquired. She waited for a response from Newt, but he appeared not to have heard her. Beginning to wonder if something was wrong with him, Tina repeated the end of her previous sentence. "Right, Newt?"

The man in question displayed signs of life after what seemed like forever. His nose was scrunched as if he had caught a whiff of rotting maggots while his eyes blinked ferociously. What was going on? Tina prompted Newt to explain his behavior, although it took some serious persuading. "The name sounds a bit like... well... like Theseus, my brother." Tina nodded her head in agreement and decided to move on. The last thing she wanted was for her new companion to remind Newt of his older brother.

"Perhaps you might consider Idris. It's Welsh and can mean 'fiery' depending on the language." Newt explained gently. His voice was rich and full of childlike wonder, much to Tina's delight. It was rare to find such a kindred spirit in a world where brute strength and power was often congratulated. Tina tried not to let her emotions become too obvious as she lovingly murmured, "I think Idris is a lovely name. Thank you, Newt." Once again, both pairs of eyes connected and lingered; the result was pure fascination and ultimately love.

With their eyes still fixed on each other, Tina closed the space between them. Her long, thin arms wrapped themselves around the middle of Newt's back. Much like their prolonged glances, this embrace was personal and private, something that was special between them. Tina was keenly aware of Newt's reservations regarding the hug, so she made sure to take baby steps while reassuring Newt at the same time. Her fingers brushed lightly against Newt's back, the warmth from her hands radiating through his pale blue shirt. With a great amount of hesitance and care, Tina tightened her grip on Newt. Hopefully he wouldn't feel uncomfortable; that was the last thing Tina wanted. Nevertheless, she held on to him, refusing to let go just yet.

Nearly a minute had passed before Newt reciprocated the hug. Unbeknownst to Tina, his eyes watered and a huge grin spread across his face. Both sets of arms rested gently on the other's back, a sign of peace and acceptance. It didn't take long for Tina to pull Newt in closer, more confident this time. Any lingering doubt as to whether or not Newt would perceive such intimate physical contact to be desirable was gone. She knew that he would understand just as she had learned to understand the roundabout way he comforted and complimented her.

With an overflowing heart, Newt Scamander enveloped Tina in his arms; pure, sentimental emotion surrounded them. Every part of him wanted nothing more than to freeze that moment and remember it forever. Not only was it rare for Newt to desire physical contact, but it was also rare for him to feel so content as a result of it. In Tina, Newt found appreciation and compassion. Despite miscommunication being a continuous issue between them, the two old souls always managed to make things right. If Newt was honest, Tina completed him — to a certain extent. He hadn't felt that his life was 'less than' without her, but he did notice a change whenever she was around, whether physically or in Newt's thoughts. She was someone who helped him restore his jaded view of humanity, and for that, Newt was grateful.

The embrace continued for several more minutes, Newt mentally recording what it felt like to be so close to Tina.

The scent of her hair, the touch of her hands. Newt was so mesmerized that he even dared to lift Tina off the ground, just a couple inches, and spin her very gently. It was instinct and had occurred before he could stop himself. Never before had he allowed his emotions to come off so strongly in the presence of another human being, and he had to admit: it felt freeing.

As for Tina, she experienced similar sentiments during their embrace. Mind racing, heart soaring... Since when did Newt display such sudden outbursts of affection? While Tina was slightly confused by this, she didn't question it because of her elation. If Newt was comfortable enough to be so physically close with her, she took it as a sign of growth and was proud of him. Each second that passed served as a reward earned by the energy both had spent in order to fight against the evil forces that threatened wizards and muggles alike. After years of fighting, Newt and Tina were given a moment of reprieve. A moment to be still, but more importantly, to be happy.

For Newt, happiness took the form of feeding his creatures. This was nothing new, but having Tina by his side — her eyes full of adoration — made the event much more enjoyable. For Tina, growing closer to Newt served as her main source of happiness, although she also happened to find it in the pursuit of wizardkind's most elite criminals. After all, being an Auror was an important part of Tina's life. The fact that her devotion to justice nearly managed to get her killed was unfortunate, yet Tina had put it in the past where it belonged. She needed her job because it allowed her to protect innocent lives, and that was something Tina would never stop pursuing. Whether it was a sideways smile or a lengthy yet tender hug, both Newt and Tina were fond of the little things in life as well as each other. Nothing, not even Grindelwald, could take those feelings away from them.

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Author's Note: Below is the prompt for the above one shot ⬇️⬇️

I want Tina to initiate newtina’s first embrace. And I want it to happen in a happy context. I want her to realize that maybe Newt isn’t bold enough just yet to make that move, so she takes control and latches onto him. It won’t be like when Theseus hugged him, arms and back stiff the whole time. It will be at first, while he takes a few seconds to process what’s happening. In those few seconds, Tina is fully aware he’s processing the situation, so she holds him even tighter to reassure him that yes, she’s here. She wants this. She will wait. And once he finally accepts that, I want Newt to reciprocate her embrace with an enormous grin on his face (bonus points for misty eyes). I want him to wrap his arms around her back and tentatively return her gesture. Tina pulls even tighter to erase that last bit of questioning how far he should go. Then, Newt fully wraps her up in him, encasing her with his arms and body as completely as he can (bonus points for a little pick up and spin or something extra cute like that). And they stay like that for a while, just appreciating each other. Wordlessly processing their emotions. Surrendering to their feelings. Just being together like they want.

#AugustNineTeenie2020 #fantastic beasts #newtina #newtina fanfiction #newtina fanart #tina goldstein #newt scamander #salamander #happy birthday tina #tina goldstein birthday

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ealeczander · 4 years

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A list of Hufflepuffs my Slytherin heart will die for

In order of number of brain cells

#1 Jason Mendoza

Do I need to say more? He is the sweetest kindest person. I don’t even know why he was in the bad place. He was a best friend to everybody, ha actually gave good advice regarding friends and relationships, he didn’t hold grudges or hated people, he didn’t have a bad bone in his body, he was just really dumb, which makes me love him even more!

#2 Thor Odinson (Marvel)

Don’t you even say he’s not a Hufflepuff, I will fight you! Him still teaming up with Loki after being betrayed like a million times is the only proof you need. He doesn’t want to be king, he just wants to save his people. He is a 220 pound puppy and I love him!

#3 Emmet Cullen (Twilight)

Him and Thor both have dumb-jock energy that is typical for Gryffindor but they’re both too good to be there. They’re literally walking and talking hugs. Emmet is such a lovable puppy. He fights bears for fun, for God sake. He accepted Bella before even Edward did. He has zero beef with anybody. The only reason he has more brain cells than Thor is because he somehow managed to snatch a serious Bad Bitch™ like Rosalie. But as we all know Slytherins are weak for Hufflepuffs.

#4 Beast Boy (Titans)

A lonely boy with a heart of gold that can also turn himself on into any fluffy anymal on the planet? Sign me the fuck UP! He was the only one Rachel’s father didn’t try to corrupt because of course he couldn’t. He was the only one that didn’t turn against Jason when Deathstroke was playing tricks on them. He was the only one that didn’t abandon Dick when he confessed his secret. He is loyal to everybody because he sees the good in them, not their demons. Seriously, I can’t express with words how in love with him I am! My heart can’t take it!

#5 Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

His character may have started as an asshole Gryffindor or even a Slytherin but by the end of season 1 and onward Mom Steve has been the best thing this show has to offer! He cares about his friends, he has a giant heart, he never runs from a fight and he will protect everybody. A true hero and an adorable cutie!

#6 Ben Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Honestly the cutest, most amazing, supportive brother any of the others can ask for, especially Klaus. He is quiet and doesn’t want to get involved in fights but he will do it for the greater good. He is constantly supporting Klaus and encouraging him to fight his addiction when he could’ve left years ago. He was basically the best friend of all the siblings. He loves fun and at the same time is extremely grounded and smart. I just love him!

#7 Peter Parker (Marvel)

This boy will kill me with his cuteness. He just wants to help people and that’s the most adorable excuse to be a superhero. I’ve put him before as a Gryffindor but Tom Holland’s Spiderman is just too sweet not to be a Hufflepuff. Him wanting to save the world while trying to be a good person and a good friend just warms my heart!

#8 Newt Scamander

I had to put a real Hufflepuff in the list somewhere. Like, who wouldn’t die for this precious wizard. He is so innocent, he just wants to take care of his animals. He characteristically has a Slytherin ex that still loves him because that’s what us Slytherins do. He is just so perfect! I love him!

#9 Park Sae Ro Yi (Itaewon Class)

If you’re new to kdramas and consider them to be soap operas, STOP everything you’re doing and go watch Itaewon Class NOW (it’s on Netflix). It’s a revenge story of a Hufflepuff! Which is never seen, ever, Hufflepuffs usually don’t do that. it’s so unique in it’s perspective of power, friendship, respect and pride all because of Sae Ro Yi, the main character, being a Hufflepuff. He is good and extremely kind and has a strong moral code. His squad consists of a Slytherin that is in love with him (of course), a trans woman that he supports with all his heart, an ex convict that he inspired to change his life, a black guy that wants to find his family, the son of the bad guy that he treats like family and his long time crush that now works for the bad guy but he doesn’t resent her or hate her, he just wants to help her. Sawe Ro Yi is just the best!

#10 Dale Cooper (Twin Peaks)

Who isn’t in love with this coffee addict? He has to investigate the most gruesome crimes and he is still cheerful and positive. He searches for the good things in life and in people. He makes friends easily and everybody likes him, especially the Slytherin rich high school girl. He will sacrifice himself to stop evil from spreading. He is the biggest sweetheart!

The list is ongoing and open to suggestions... My love for Hufflepuffs will never end...

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avis-writeshq · 5 years

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Scorpius Malfoy x Reader: Shine

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING THIS SOONER! Thanks for the request! This is based on the song ‘Shine’ by PENTAGON. It’s a great song, actually, for all you K-Pop fans. xoxo @justfeelitbboombboom

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Other: Reader is in Hufflepuff (Sorry to all the Eagles, Snake and Lions out there…). Slight Yandere Scorpius, but who doesn’t love a good Yandere? Reader and Scorpius are in 5th year.

Summary: Being the son of Draco Malfoy had its perks. Well, unless you were a nerd, a geek, and rumoured to be the son of the Dark Lord himself. So when you’re hopelessly and utterly in love with a girl out of your league, you might as well stay away.

Word count: 1,342

Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:

(Y/N): Your Name

(H/C): Hair Colour / Color

(E/C): Eye Colour / Color

(N/N): Nickname

***

Scorpius Malfoy went through many challenges. For starters, he was doomed to be the most unpopular kid, even before even he knew who he was. In his third year, he went on a rescue mission of Cedric Diggory with his best friend Albus Potter, sending him into different space-time continuums. He was a Drumstrang student in one universe, a ‘Scorpion King’ the next, and his life was literally on the line when Delphi Diggory turned into Delphini LeStrange-Riddle. But still, he managed to surpass all those challenges and, hey, he’s still alive! And yet, there was one thing he still couldn’t do.

Muster up the courage to talk to you. Sure, there had been Rose Granger-Weasley who was still ever beautiful, but you… you were different. You weren’t a smart-ass, nor were you rude. But you were… nice? How could anyone be nice to Scorpius Malfoy, rumoured to be the son of Lord Voldemort himself? No one has ever been nice to him or Albus, so it intrigued him.

You were the daughter of Luna and Rolf Scamander and the older sister of Lorcan and Lysander Scamander. Naturally, you were rather skilled in Care of Magical Creatures, thanks to your Great Grandfather Newt Scamander. Sorted into Hufflepuff, you made sure people wouldn’t think you as a pushover. Not only that, but you were a very good student. But you had one thing failing...

“What am I supposed to do with this chair again?” You asked hopelessly, staring at the oak chair in front of you.

“You’re supposed to change it into a stuffed giraffe,” your friend, Ella, said beside you. “It’s easy. Just say ‘mutatio panthera’.”

“The only thing I’m getting is a chair with spots on it,” you grumbled.

“Wait, hold on, (N/N),” the blonde giggled softly. “Don’t turn around, but Scorpius Malfoy is looking at you.”

You looked over your shoulder, catching Scorpius’s gaze for a split second before he looked away, a sly smirk on his lips.

You flushed as Ella nudged your side, a frown on her face. “I told you not to turn around.”

With a roll of your eyes, you turned you attention back to the parchment in front of you. “Shut up…”

“I don’t know why you like him,” she went on saying. “He’s a literal nobody.”

“He’s not a nobody, Ella,” you chastised, gripping your birch wand a little tighter. “He’s a cool person. Sure, he may be a little irrelevant, but he’s nice. People just need to get to know him better.”

***

Albus snickered as his friend turned a shade of scarlet. “Calm down, Scorp.”

“She looked at me, Albus!” The young Malfoy grinned, his grey eyes sparkling. “Do you think she’ll talk to me?”

“Do you need a reality check, Scorpius?” Albus rolled his eyes. “We’re nobodies, remember? She would never talk to you.”

“Gee, thanks,” the platinum blonde huffed, slumping at his desk. “She needs help with transfiguration. Maybe…”

“Don’t even try,” a voice interrupted the two. Both boys craned their heads to look at who decided to cut in their conversation. Lo and behold, it was Mark Butcher, the beefy Slytherin seeker. “I heard she’s going out with Jeremy.”

At the name, Scorpius’s nose scrunched up in disgust, “that idiot? She could do better.”

“Who, you?” Mark rolled his eyes. “You’re never going to win her over. Sure, she has a heart of gold, but no way are you gonna get on her level. Jeremy has it all, remember? Plus, he didn’t go back in time for a stupid mission that was never going to work.”

Albus and Scorpius rolled their eyes, turning back to the front. Even though the blonde knew that no one as incredible as you would ever properly notice him, there was a slight burning in his chest that made him die inside.

***

At the end of the transfiguration lesson, Scorpius ran up to you, a bright grin on his face. “Hey, (Y/N)!”

“Hi, Scorpius,” you smiles softly, turning around to face him. “What’s up?”

“I was just wondering…” he bit his lip, his hands getting clammier by the second. “Do you need help with transfiguration?”

You blinked before nodding frantically. “Yes, that would be great! Do you have any day you are available?”

“How about this Saturday?”

You smile slowly turned into a frown. “I would… but I promised Jeremy I was going to go with him to Hogsmeade…”

Of course Jeremy would ruin his plans. Scorpius scowled inwardly before faking a smile. “I’ll have to see if I’m doing anything later. I am a busy man!”

You giggled, “sure thing, Scorpius. It you ever need, I’ll probably be in the Library or out at the Black Lake. See you later!”

***

Saturday came around and you were surprised to find that Jeremy couldn’t make it last minute. Apparently he didn’t finish his potions essay and he had detention with Slughorn, meaning he couldn’t go. You didn’t argue, however, and went around the grounds to find Scorpius. Sure enough he was in the Library, Albus nowhere in sight.

“Hey, Scorp! Good news; I can study with you now!” A bright smile stretched across your face. “So, how do we begin?”

Hours later, you had finally managed to turn the oak chair into a stuffed giraffe. “I did it!” You exclaimed, squealing. “Finally! That took hours…” you let out a content sigh while Scorpius chuckled from beside you.

“That was all you. By the way…” he looked at you from the corner of his eye, trying to supress the smirk that was playing at his lips, “word around here says that Jeremy couldn’t make it last minute?”

“Yeah, that was kind of unfortunate… but that doesn’t matter. At least I got to hang out with you today!” You grinned, bumping shoulders with him. “You wanna do this again next time?”

“Absolutely!” Scorpius blurted, blushing immediately after.

You laugh, eyes sparkling with happiness. “It’s settled! I’ll see you around, Scorpius!” With a wave, you exited the library.

***

Months passed and the friendship between you and Scorpius grew. You really didn’t understand the reason as to why people didn’t like him. After all, he made one small mistake in 3rd Year and did his absolute best to fix it. In your opinion, you didn’t think it was right to hold a grudge over something that happened 2 years ago. Either way, as your friendship with Scorpius grew, so did your feelings. If you didn’t have a crush on him then, you sure as hell do now.

You would talk to him as much as you could, all the while Ella trying to make a move on Albus. Through relentless teasing, you managed to put up with her, and her you. You did your best to drop hints to Albus, but being the clueless Potter he was, took each of these hints as an act of friendship. You wanted to scream. Well guess what, Albus? She clearly is not just a friend!

Anyway, a few weeks before Christmas, Scorpius finally managed to blurt out his heavy secret. In the most iconic way possible.

“(Y/N), can I talk to you?” Scorpius asked, a faint pink dusting over his cheeks.

You smiled, “sure thing, Scorp. What’s up?”

“I…” you saw him look behind you, and you raised an eyebrow at his antics. When you turned around, there was nothing there but empty air.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, concern lacing your tone.

“Yes! I’m fine! Uh…” he exhaled before looking you in the eyes. “(Y/N), I know this might ruin our friendship, but…” he swallowed thickly, twisting his hands with nerves. “I’LL BE YOU ANTONY TO YOUR CLEOPATRA; YOUR ROMEO TO YOUR JULIETTE!”

From behind you, you heard someone whisper, “didn’t they all die?”

You spun around, but still saw nothing. You turned back to Scorpius, whose face seemed to be on fire. You smiled. “If you’re trying to say that you like me, I like you too.”

His blue-grey eyes lit up. “Really?”

You laughed, “really.”

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the-plural-of-cris-is-crises · 4 years

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//Discovery Thoughts

Grudge Grudge Grudge

I need Elnor to meet Grudge

High!Michael

High!Michael saying that Tilly cannot have that stuff

High!Michael still being a bamf and she and Booker fight so well together??? They just met but they just? Are in sync yo

MOLLY MOLLY THE GIANT SPACE TRANCE WORM I WOULD DIE FOR MOLLY AND FOR GRUDGE

I may be a little in love with Book

I need Cris to meet Book

Book is like a tough on the outside space Newt Scamander and I’m so into it (at least with rescuing Molly and it sounded like it was something he does a lot)

That part at the end was so touching

WHERE IS EVERYONE ELSE

#star trek spoilers #star trek: discovery #disco #discovery #discovery spoilers

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FB week day 3: Canon divergence

We know how one universe goes. Newt steps off a boat onto the docks of New York, he tells a fanatical woman with a grudge against witches that he’s more of a chaser, really, and at the top of the marble steps leading up to a muggle bank his niffler steals a hatful of silver coins. Other things happen, of course, but that’s how it starts.

Now.

Newt steps off a boat onto the docks of New York. His case is tied with string. He unties it for the man at the customs desk and makes a stumbling joke about being bad with locks, and he double checks the knots when he shuts the lid on his decoy clothes and fixes the string back in place. A fanatical woman asks if he’s a seeker and he replies that he’s more of a chaser, really. She announces in strident tones that witches live among them and challenges him: what does he think of that, friend?

The niffler chews at the string. Her teeth are strong. Acromantula silk is stronger. The string holds.

“I’ve never really thought about it,” Newt lies, trying for a smile. “I’m really just passing through.”

“And this is how they do it!” the woman shouts triumphantly. “Normal citizens, innocent people who never stop to think - see how easily the evil moves among us!” She points at him with a dramatic flourish that has Newt shrinking back. He thinks, for a second, that she's referring to him as the evil in question, even though he doesn’t think there’s anything overtly magical about him. Or, well, nothing visible anyway. But she continues:

“And now sir, now that you know the truth, now that your eyes are opened to the dangers that threaten our very lives, what will you do with your knowledge?”

Apparate. That’s what he’ll do. Or spell himself invisible and transfigure the ground underneath him into a giant pit so it can eat him, that sounds good. Anything to stop the crowd looking at him expectantly like this.

“I’ll, uh,” he stutters. The crowd looks harder. Why. “I’ll try to find out more about them and make a rational decision when I hold all the facts?”

It’s a weak answer, but the woman is enough of a showman to use it - she roars something delightfully vitriolic and the crowd start shouting back. Someone applauds. Newt doesn’t listen; he only stopped in the first place out of curiosity and as much as he wants to tell the muggles that they’ve got it wrong, he has to go.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, elbowing his way between people. “Sorry, ‘scuse me, I just -”

“Leaflet?” a man interrupts him, holding a printed flyer out.

“Ah - thank you,” Newt says. He doesn’t want it but he takes it anyway, folding it haphazardly into his pocket. “Have a good day,” he adds, just to avoid being rude, and flashes the man an awkward smile.

The man - boy? - looks blankly back at him, then turns to the next member of the crowd. “Leaflet?” he says in the same dull tone, and Newt should go, he really should go, but.

“Do you know much about witches?” he asks, the words tumbling out before his brain has a chance to catch up and stop them. The man turns back to him with a vague frown and Newt panics. “I mean, I said I’d need to find out more, I’m not randomly testing your knowledge, I’m sure you do know - actually no I’m fairly certain you don’t - but! I’m sure you know more than me I mean what would I know about magic I’m hardly anything to do with it just a traveller yes that’s me I’m! Newt Scamander! Nice to meet you.” He hurriedly shifts his case into his other hand and sticks his right hand out for a flustered handshake.

The hole. In the floor. The one he needs to eat him. Please.

There’s a pause. Newt considers wiggling his fingers. He also considers dying. He does neither.

“Credence Barebone,” the man says finally, taking Newt’s hand in a slow, hesitant shake. There’s the faintest touch, ozone-sharp, rain after lightening, something almost curious against Newt’s magic, but it’s gone before he can really register it’s there. He blinks, distracted, and accidentally holds the handshake too long.

“My mother can tell you about witches,” Credence says, breaking into Newt’s thoughts. Newt drops his hand, flushing in embarrassment. He keeps his eyes down and fails to notice the hint of red in Credence’s own cheeks. “There’ll be a meeting at the church, if you’re interested?”

“Oh, magic is fascinating,” Newt says, still too mortified to remember that he shouldn’t know that. “But I really - I am just a traveller, I won’t be staying in New York long.” He picks up his case, fingers finding the knot in the string and checking it in a nervous fidget. He smiles again at Credence, and this time he really means to leave, he honestly does, except Credence is a fraction too slow in hiding the disappointment on his face.

“I can be here for a few days?” Newt offers. He immediately regrets it, because no, he can’t really be, and getting involved with muggles - with witch hunting muggles of all things - is one of the worst ideas he’s had recently, but Credence’s tense expression softens into something shyly hopeful and, well. He’s offered now. It’d be rude not to.

“I’ll let mother know,” Credence says, and Newt nods in blank agreement and mentally apologises to the inhabitants of his case. It’ll be fine, he tells them in his head. He probably imagined the curious touch against his magic. He’ll go to the meeting, his social anxiety won’t get him burnt at the stake, and he’ll be on the train out by the weekend. He can handle this.

Besides, how much can actually happen in a few days?

#the entire first film that's what can happen #newt scamander #credence barebone #crewt #FBWeek2019 #day 3: canon divergence #Newt 'social interactions terrify me' Scamander plus Credence 'zero experience with non-abusive people' Barebone #what could possibly go wrong #my writing

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eds-gryff · 5 years

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I Know The Feeling

God fucking damn it, this is the 4th time I'm having to write it, Tumblr is being such a bitch this week. But I love you, Theseus.

English is not my first language.

Not British, I hail from India.

It had been nine months. Nine months since Queenie went over to the Dark Side for love. Nine months of frantic searching by Tina, aided by Newt (they had finally become romantically involved). Nine months of denial by Jacob. Nine months since Leta had sacrificed herself. Nine months of wrath and depression by Theseus, whose nightmares plagued him every single night, he had been so close, he could've saved her, he could've had his fianceé with him in his office right now, smirking at him as he got ready for an interview with a candidate for Deputy Head Auror. But he had been too far away and far too slow and so he was alone.

He had loved her, despite or maybe because if her dark past. And he had lost her.

°°°

'Oh Morgana's saggy tits!' You thought most improperly but you felt it was quite appropriate considering you were facing the door to the rest of your life. Alright, maybe that was a tad dramatic but the gossip you'd heard about the strict, capable, young and handsome Head Auror was going to be one intimidating interview.

There was also the fact that you held a tiny grudge towards Theseus Scamander who everyone attracted to men had a crush on because when he was a seventh year (and a Prefect and a Seeker) had your Crup (a dog like creature resembling a Jack Russell terrier) sent back home when he found you, then a mere youngling of a first year, playing with it because only cats, toads and owls were allowed at Hogwarts. It was a barmy and most discriminating rule but no matter how much you argued against it during all your years at the magical school, it was all in vain. But at least your protesting had let you meet- never mind.

But seriously, just because he got your dog (who was now in the throes of old age) sent home was no reason to hate him. Much.

Making up your mind to have a bit of the courage Gryffindors were so praised for and to not say a single syllable about the old Crup, you knocked on the door. Hearing a deep, sultry voice say "Come in", you walked in the tidy, dark panelled office.

Your first thought when you saw Theseus Griffin Scamander (headcanon) was 'Jesus, Mary and Joseph' even though you weren't Christian. This was because the man in front of you was positively delectable-tall and fit, broad-shouldered with dark but sparkling blue eyes, curly but gelled hair in a dozen shades of brown, and with a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose.

Then 'Do not have an orgasm.'

Then 'NO DOG TALK'.

"(Y/N) (L/N)?" He asked with a curious look- probably because he was wondering why the odd stranger was looking at him like he had the head of a bull instead of a normal human one.

Do not talk about the Crup.

Do not have an orgasm.

No dog talk-

"You sent my Crup away."

Why am I even here if you never listen to me?

"Pardon?" He asked, bewildered and a little bemused because of your sudden blush.

Do not explain, it'll make you seem cra-

"I, er, see, when I was a 1st year and you a 7th, you sent my dog home because he wasn't allowed at Hogwarts." You bit your lip, drawing his attentive, blue gaze to your mouth.

Oh well, conscience. Appears that I'm about to break your other rule as well.

He frowned and suddenly his brow cleared. "You're the Crup firstie. Merlin, you were such a shrill, chubby thing them. You look really marvellous now." Realising what he said, he blushed the colour of his house. To cover up his blunder he said, "I tell stories about your every Christmas, you know."

"Exhilarating." You deadpanned. "Just what I've always wanted to be known as- a shrill, chubby Crup obsessed firstie."

After a bit more of stuttering and ice breakers, he got started on your file and looked impressed. "Quite qualified, O's in all subjects except an E in Potions and -" He smirked and made you go weak in the knees but you smirked yourself. "A D in Divination."

"Couldn't help it." You shrugged. "I fell asleep in every class and once dropped a Dungbomb in the old coot's tea. I'm lucky not to get a Troll."

"Well, thankfully you don't need a Divination degree in the Auror sector." He smiled and that resurrected every single almost-skeletal butterfly in your stomach.

After a bit more talk about Hogwarts and your five year long Auror career, he leaned back and started, sternly. "I want an honest answer, (Y/N). Why an Auror?"

Heck, you were hoping that he wouldn't ask that. Nevertheless, you answered instantaneously, in a dead calm voice. "Grindelwald."

His face hardened and steeled. "Elaborate."

"My partner-" Your tone made it clear what kind of partner you meant "- was brain washed and recruited into his side. Couple of months in, (preferred gender) woke up and realized (preferred gender) was too soft for it all and wanted out and-" You didn't finish but merely shook your head, trying to keep your tears at bay. "I was 20 and (preferred gender) was barely 22. I wake up everyday wanting to kill the murderer and then sleep somehow every night, regretting that he isn't dead or wishing he was." You spoke venomously.

Raising your (H/C) head to look at Theseus, you were surprised to not see any semblance of putting in his handsome features but only determination and.... understanding.

Belatedly, you remembered that his fianceé Leta Lestrange too died in Paris because of Grindelwald.

He exhaled and the expression in his blue eyes made him seem older than he was.

"I know the feeling."

Maybe that was partly why you two forged such a strong friendship. Why after 5 months of camaraderie, he asked you out. Why after four months of dating and a near death experience, he asked you to marry him.

"We're in war, (Y/N) and, and as much as I'd like to avoid another Leta and you'd like to avoid another (ex's name), the love I have for you is stronger. When I saw that spell hit you....and I realized it was a green one, I was dead sure that I'd kill myself if it turned to be what I thought and you were dead. I can't live without you and I don't want to. I know it's early...and I don't have a ring but-"

"Yes, of course. It's yes, Thes, yes! It's always going to be yes."

'And that's why-' Theseus thought as you lay next to him on your wedding night, hearing your exhausted, even breathing and smiling, 'I fell in love with (your gender).'

'And that's why-' You thought as you lay next to him on nearly every night since, hearing his shallow, tired out soft snoring and smiling, 'I love him.'

Thank you to @jordsie for your stories and your comment, it made me stay up till 1 o' clock here to finish this story and make sure it's actually posted properly. Love your fics and hope you tolerate this.

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sweetdreamsshifter · 2 years

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Grudges - Chapter Two (Welcome In)

Newt Scamander x Fem!Magizoologist!Reader

Word Count- 1,807

Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name

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At 10 am sharp, Y/N heard three sharp knocks on her door. She quickly set the notes she had been reviewing down and answered the door, being met with Newt and the group he'd somehow managed to pull together. She was thankful her past self had managed to lease a large apartment while allowing everyone in.

"Hello, my name is Y/N L/N. I suppose you all know Mr. Scamander to some extent, and if he can trust you, I guess I can too." The young woman addressed everyone politely while Newt simply observed. Amazing, he thought, that she could go from miserable to tolerable depending on the people around her. Suddenly the woman you learned was Queenie let out a shocked gasp and turned to Newt, who looked at her in shameful shock.

"Um, hello. My name is Tina Goldstein, Queenie's older sister. We've been working with Newt for a few months now. I believe I've seen you around MACUSA's magizoology department. It's a shame we never met before. I work for the auror department." Tina said to you, causing Y/N to smile. She was glad that Newt's friends didn't seem to dislike her as much as he did. Y/N was then introduced to Theseus Scamander, the kinder of the brothers in her eyes, and a man named Jacob-

"Wait, you invited a no-mag on our mission?!" Y/N shouted at Newt, causing everyone to jump.

"You said to invite who I consider trustworthy. Jacob has been helping us for months now, in fact, he's helped me find and recapture more magical creatures than anyone here-" Y/N dragged Newt out of the living room and into the closest room she could find.

"How dare you risk our mission for your selfish desire to be with your friends. I trusted you to be helpful to this, but you seem to want us in more danger!" Y/N screamed at him after casting a silencing spell on the room.

"I haven't done anything of the sort, in fact, YOU'RE the one who will risk our mission! You can't seem to come across anything that displeases you without screaming and making a scene!" Newt replied, not shouting like the woman pacing around, but clearly angry at her.

"We have a group of people we can work with and trust despite their magical abilities. It's up to you now to work with them or cause more of the fighting our bosses wanted us to avoid." Newt said, making Y/N feel as if she were a child being scolded once again. After a few moments of silence she replied.

"Fine. One no-mag. If he gets even the slightest bit distrustworthy, we obliviate the mission from his mind. Understood?"

"Why not obliviate all of magic from his mind as you're legally supposed to and turn me in?" Newt asked, subconsciously trying to pester the woman even more.

"I might not want to work with him, but I'm not so cruel as to take a friend out of someone's life. I only want everyone to be safe." The girl responded, hurt hidden under her angered face.

"Let's go. We have a mission to figure out." Y/N walked out of the room, a smile on her face and an apology to Jacob for her rude introduction. Newt almost felt he should feel whiplash from how fast Y/N could change her emotions when talking to him and then other people.

Soon, everyone was seated at Y/N's dining table, the information the supervisors gave her and Newt laid out across the table.

"Okay, so, just a recap for my notes; the lethifolds are disappearing in both the USA and England, they always disappear when it's rainy or dark outside, and witnesses have either been killed before they can explain anything or obliviated to forget everything about themselves." Y/N recapped, looking around the group to make sure she was correct, looking at Newt the shortest amount of time.

"Okay, so how should we go about this?" Theseus asks, a hand rubbing his temples with a look of confusion on his face.

"Well, we're constantly getting reports of blackmarket trading at The Passage Brewery on thirteenth street. Maybe we could go there a few nights this week." Tina says suddenly, causing Y/N to smile and nod at her, Queenie soon following her lead while Theseus and Jacob mutter their agreements. Newt, however, keeps quiet and refrains from agreeing. While the others seem to ignore or not notice this, Y/N does.

"Newt, do you have any other ideas of where we can start? I only ask since you didn't seem to agree with Tina's plan." She asks, suddenly drawing attention to him. His face flushes as she tries to hide a smirk at his lack of response.

"We-well I was just considering it still. I don't, um, no, I don't really know what else we can do until it rains…" Newt stammers.

"So it's settled! We'll go tomorrow and Friday for sure. We should all pair up, it would be safest if something happens, and easiest to blend in, worst case scenario." Y/N states, starting to plan out how everyone would pair up and go about the pub. Newt couldn't help but feel jealous of the way she took charge so easily and so quickly. He hadn't realized he was zoning out until he felt a hand shake his shoulder, forcing him from his thoughts.

"Newt, I said that you and I were ordered to stick together, so we'll have to pair up both nights. Is that okay with you?" Y/N asked him quietly. Newt nodded his head, only just realizing that the others had wandered away from the table.

"Oh, shoot, it's 12:27! I was supposed to give Theo his potion at 12, oh I hope he isn't in too much pain. Excuse me, Newt, I have a broken mooncalf ankle to attend to." Y/N quickly stood from the table and opened the purse kept near her feet, climbing through and closing it promptly.

Newt was left in shock. He hadn't realized that other people would enchant bags like him, much less house magical creatures in them. He had been briefed by Mr. McFey and Mr. Beckonfeld about Y/N's history with creatures before she had joined them in the meeting. He knew she worked with magical and non-magical creatures from a young age and that she was the most respected magizoologist in the department head's eyes despite her age and gender. Yet, he was still shocked everytime he was reminded of these facts. It's not often that someone has as much, if not more, knowledge on magical creatures as him. Soon after Y/N disappears into her bag, she reappears, causing Newt to startle out of his thoughts once again.

"Um, I was wondering if I could give you something." She asks, a look of reluctance on her face.

"What is it?" Newt didn't mean to reply as harshly as he did, but he didn't realize until after he saw the shock on her face.

"I was just wondering if you had any sick or injured creatures. I- well- maybe it'd be easier to just show you…" She says, motioning for Newt to follow her into her bag. He does so quickly, taking in the surroundings of her bag.

The interior isn't nearly as large as his, but he's still shocked at the size. Inside is a private workshop. The walls are covered in a pale wallpaper with simplistic flowers, the floors are wooden with rugs scattered along the floors. One wall is entirely bookshelves, and almost every shelf is filled. He chuckles when he realizes you left the top three shelves of each bookshelf untouched as you couldn't reach them. Another wall, the wall across from the entrance, has a door and large window that lead to the outside portion of the bag. He can see a few habitats that seem less detailed than his in the distance and many creatures roaming throughout them. On the wall closest to the staircase entrance is a cauldron and shelves filled with what he assumes are herbs and potion materials, as well as filled and empty bottles. Near the center of the room is a large table covered in markings, potions, feathers, and a few notes. On the final wall, there is a desk covered in notebooks, some thrown open, some closed, some completely torn of their papers. Above the desk is a board Newt can barely see. Before he can further inspect the board, Y/N's voice pulls him towards the cauldron.

"I've been creating a new potion for healing bones. You see, Skele-Gro is extremely painful to the user and takes at least 8 hours to fully grow back a bone, and 3 to fix one. While that might seem reasonable for a person, it's much harder for a creature. I've finally come up with a final potion, but I've only used it twice. So far, it's been successful. I recently rescued a herd of mooncalves who, well, I truthfully don't know what happened to them, they were just left in an abandoned barn I had been passing by, but anyway, there were a few with broken bones. I first gave my potion to one of the calves who had been the worst off, and in a matter of ten minutes, she was back on her feet as if three of her legs hadn't been broken. I got no complaints, no sounds of pain, just a happy baby very quickly. The reason I ask you down here is to give you this." Y/N held up the bottle she had been filling with potion while she talked.

"This might be helpful to you someday. I know you have bigger creatures than I do, so I wanted to give you something that might help them quickly. They only need three drops for it to work. I'd suggest hiding it with a treat as it can't taste too good. While I haven't tested it on a person yet, I intend to use it on myself if something happens on this mission." At this point, Newt was convinced Y/N had forgotten he was there, watching her with amusement as she subconsciously rambled and paced her workshop. Soon, though, a shout from Tina led the two back to Y/N's apartment.

"Y/N? Oh, there you are, I was just wondering where we were to stay. We don't want to invade your privacy or put you in danger-"

"Oh, please stay here! I have more than enough room, and my lease will end soon, so if something happens, I won't be too easy to trace." Y/N replied, closing her bag and carrying it as she and Tina left Newt in the kitchen to deal with the potion Y/N had given him and to remember why he disliked her so much.

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vintagediavolo · 5 years

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Chamomile Tea and Chocolate Cake

I wrote this short Gramander fic on a whim. It’s not my best work, but I still enjoy this cute little story. I’d be happy to start taking prompts if you all find me worthy :)

Percival Graves bustled down the main hallway of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of MACUSA, jaw ticking irritably at the bustle of workers around him that seemed to be doing no good. The memo airplanes that circled around the crown of his head did nothing to improve this mood; on the contrary, he had to restrain the urge to raise a hand and rip all of them to shreds even though he knew they were probably important. None of his Aurors dare made eye contact with him, instead hurriedly busying themselves with whatever they had near them so as not to face their boss’s wrath. Minding his own business and thinking about a meeting that he had to attend at noon with President Picquery, he was shocked to find himself colliding with a figure taller than him, only catching sight of the peacock blue overcoat the man was wearing before their collision. Percival thanked the lord that he hadn’t been nursing his usual cup of coffee, for the hot beverage would’ve been spilled over the both of them, burning their skin and staining their clothes. “Do watch where you’re going. You’re lucky I don’t have anything important on me right now!”

The man flinched away, his body folding in on itself as he stumbled backwards. “I’m t-terribly sorry,” was his sorry excuse of an apology and he made to move around the Director, only to be stopped by a hand tightly gripping his right forearm.

Graves made to reprimand the redhead further, only for him to hear the man sniff in a way that was most likely meant to be discrete. The way his head was turned down so he couldn’t see his face and the way his shoulders seemed to tremble proved his suspicions that this stranger he bumped into was crying. Brows furrowing with confusion—definitely not concern—he loosened his grip on the man’s arm but didn’t let go. “Are you alright, sir?”

“I-I’m fine,” he stuttered while attempting to escape again, but Graves didn’t relent and instead pulled him closer.

“Come to my office.” The man didn’t look content at the Director’s words, but he stiffly nodded at the words for they seemed more like an order than a proposition. Splaying is hand on the middle of the man’s back, Graves turned him around and guided him onward, ignoring the pitying glances that his workers seemed to be giving the man at his side. Was he really that intimidating? The way the redhead looked like he wanted to run away confirmed that yes, he was that intimidating. When they were only a few paces away from Graves’ office, a woman with bobbed black hair and a panicked expression in her shiny eyes strode up to them and planted herself in front of his office door.

“Director Graves, I apologise on behalf of Mr. Scamander’s behaviour. I can deal with him; I know you don’t have the time to deal with things like this.” Tina’s words were half-ridiculing, half-concerned, but Graves wasn’t going to give up that easily, especially after hearing the man’s surname. He had befriended a certain Theseus Scamander whilst fighting in the war, a dark-haired fellow that often spoke of his younger brother, who Graves now realised stood beside him in an emotional mess. Not only was this Mr. Scamander his friend’s brother, but he was the one to realise that someone was impersonating him even though he’d never met him before. His own Aurors never even realised that their Director had been replaced by a homicidal mad-man.

“Oh, that will be unnecessary, Miss Goldstein. I’d actually like to speak with Mr. Scamander.” Tina opened her mouth as if to argue with him, but the narrowing of his eyes made her shut it and look down.

“Alright,” she complied, moving forward so she could look Scamander in the eyes. “Come and find me after, okay?” He didn’t respond verbally, just nodding his head and watching as she begrudgingly walked away to resume working at her desk. As Graves turned the knob for the door and pushed it open, he herded the man in through it, hurrying in after him and shutting it behind him. The inside of his office was noticeably quiet compared to the department outside and Graves appreciated this, but he remembered his issue at hand when Mr. Scamander’s sniffs became more audible in the uncrowded atmosphere.

“Please sit down, Mr. Scamander. Would you like anything to drink? Tea? Coffee?” All he got in response was a shake of the head, the fringe of his hair that hung over his eyes swinging with the motion. Graves found himself longing to hear the man’s voice and he couldn’t explain the urge to engulf the man in a tight hug. Unbuttoning the buttons on his trench coat and shrugging it off his shoulders, he draped it over the back of the chair behind his desk before moving over to the couch on which his company was sat and tentatively sat next to him. “What’s got you upset?”

“I... it’s stupid. I d-didn’t wish to d-drag you into my problems.”

“What’s your name?” Shocked at the sudden change of topic, the man had to recollect himself before answering.

“Newt... My name is Newt.”

“Well Newt, I’m feeling concern for you and that’s something I hardly feel for anyone. I’d really like to help you through whatever it is you’re going through.” Astonished, Newt met his gaze and Graves felt his breath get stuck in his throat at the ocean blue colour, heart aching at the redness that rimmed them. He nearly found it amusing at how shocked Newt was. “Contrary to popular belief Newt, I do have a heart.”

“I... I wasn’t trying to make it seem like you...”

“You worry too much. Why are you upset?” He tried again, inching a bit closer and leaning his elbows on the tops of his knees.

“One of my creatures... died this morning, under my care. I should have been there to take care of him. He was only a little mooncalf and I should’ve known better than to just leave him there on his own and...” Before Newt could spiral into a full-out breakdown, Graves hushed him with a conjured cup of warm chamomile tea.

“Th-thank you,” he muttered, taking the cup from Graves’ hands, lifting the rim of it to his lips to take a long sip and trying to use the warmth that travelled down his throat and settled in his stomach to calm him. After he drained the cup in mere seconds, he placed the empty cup down on the coffee table in front of the couch with a light clink. “I’m scared to face them after what I’ve let happened. The mooncalves, that is.”

“I strongly doubt that they’ll hold a grudge on you. You’re an amazing caretaker from what I’ve heard, Newt, and I have faith you. You did save my life.”

Blushing at the sudden praise, he snapped his neck down to hide the flush that spread across his face and splotched on his neck, covering the lovely freckles that covered every inch of his milky ski- “Oh. It was—“

“Don’t you dare say nothing.” At this point in time, Graves had moved close enough to take both of Newt’s hands in his own, bending his head down so he could see Newt’s face beneath his hair. “Look at me. Alive. Because of you.” Graves thought that his close proximity would’ve made Newt cower, but he seemed to relax into his gaze, shoulders and neck settling. The man’s face was magnetic, he thought as his face moved closer to Newt’s without any conscious decision to do so. When there faces were inches part, Newt furiously blushing and Graves staring intensely at everything—the freckles, the nervous expression in his eyes, the pink tint of his skin, the way he was anxiously biting at his bottom lip— he whispered, asking the question of all questions. “Can I kiss you?” Thinking he’d get a nod of the head or a timid yes, he nearly jumped when a pair of lips was suddenly against his own in a soft caress, but his eyes closed from their shock and he leaned into the kiss. One touch-starved and the other starved emotionally, they found each other and granted what the other desired. Graves tangled his fingers into the auburn locks he so wished to feel earlier and tugged, emitting a whine from Newt that lost its way somewhere in Graves’ mouth. The older man forced the younger into a laying position on the couch so that he could situate himself above his form, running his hands down the front of his body in complete worship as he lightly nipped at the lip that Newt was biting just minutes before.

Finding himself lacking oxygen, Graves pulled away with a gasp but didn’t stay away too long, as the delicious expanse of Newt’s neck was completely exposed. He bent his head down and let his sinful tongue run across the skin, moving around until he could feel the body under his tense once he reached a certain spot. His lips joined the action and he sucked at the sensitive place above Newt’s collarbone, revelling in the breathy moans that were leaving Newt’s mouth at his actions. Fingers dug themselves into his own hair, messing up the slicked-back look he worked on that morning but he couldn’t care any less, instead focusing on working magic with his mouth to make the man under him unravel. After sucking and biting a trail of bruises from his collarbone to the area just below his jaw, Graves slammed his lips back onto Newt’s and savoured the taste that was him

He tasted like the chamomile tea he had served him and there was something in the distance that spoke of some type of chocolate, perhaps from a breakfast pastry or a piece of cake (Graves could admit, embarrassed, to having a more-than-generous slice of chocolate cake for breakfast on more than one occasion, but that was something he kept to himself). When he pulled away the second time, he admired the way Newt’s lips were swollen and the blush from earlier had seemed to fixate itself upon his cheeks, intent on not going away. Blue met grey and Newt gave Graves a shy smile, unable to keep the contact for long as he averted his eyes, blush darkening and sweat forming on his temples. “Do you believe me now?” Graves asked, returning the shy smile even though Newt wasn’t looking at him.

“Would you even let me say no?” In response, the Director planted a firm kiss on Newt’s lips and nuzzled himself into his neck, admiring the love-bites that now adorned the area, squeezing his arms around Newt’s middle.

“Absolutely not.” Settling into silence, Newt let his arms rest around the man laying on his chest, watching as the man seemed to relax into his embrace with heart nearly bursting at the sight. The Director wasn’t some evil dictator that barked orders to everyone, Newt later decided; he was just an angsty kitten that wasn’t getting the attention it secretly wanted. They fell asleep, Graves uncaring of the work he needed to do and Newt feeling better enough to drift off with him.

If Madame President found them in this position later on because of Graves’ absence from her meeting, she said nothing. She was just pleased her Director finally looked happy.

Hope you enjoyed!

Love, BelovedBey

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