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chocolate-parfait · 3 years

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"Paranormal night? I don't think so!" - Ikemen Vampire (Isaac)

TW ; vomit , mature language

@sciamchyafterdusk requested:

I saw your post with the halloween propts also i dont really know if im requesting this right i just got tumblr but Mc and isaac from ikemen vampire for 21 and 26 🥺🍁 I just think it would be really funny because I doubt isaac would believe in ghost probably just a prank from dazzi and arthur but, I think he’d deny it but secretly not so secretly be a scaredy-cat (also male reader but ik most people have female mcs so you dont have to write it if you dont feel comfortable with that!)

Sassy!Male!MC because I'm kinda tired of writing for beautiful perfect ladies that go STOP TEASING ME TEEHEE, blush over nothing and sing like disney princesses. (watch me do exactly that in the next piece I write)

+it's not a negative thing or anything as I'm the first one who likes to write for that type of trope but,, variety is very much needed every once in a while

21. “Oh my gaud, I think the crystal ball is working. The spirits are telling me you’re a dumbass.”

26. “I dare you to go down there.”

Isaac had no idea why he ever thought this could have been a good idea in the first place. Sitting by a candlelit round table, Dazai, Arthur, you and your lover were staring at a crystal ball placed in the middle of the wooden surface, hands ceremoniously joined together to form a circle.

The room was growing colder by the minute, as the local paranormal enthusiast decided that a fire would scare the spirits away. Despite the polar temperatures, you managed to keep your hand warm enough to try and offer some kind of support to your partner, Isaac, whose left hand was as cold as ice and even slightly trembling, though you kept any type of comment to yourself as you knew he wouldn't be pleased to have a third bully team up against him.

Unfortunately for both of you, the two writers' analyzing eyes were vigilant even in the darkness of the room, and they simultaneously decided to poke fun at the scientist as they waited for something to happen.

"Ai-chan, are you scared?" The Japanese teasingly inquired. "C'mon old Newt! Shouldn't you believe in numbers and science a little bit more? I'm sure your gravitational equation will come to save you if a ghost tries strangling you!~" The other man said, obviously aware of the hypocrisy of his statement. "Would you look at that..! You're shaking like a leaf and your expression is quite the amusing one..." Arthur added, slightly leaning forward to get a better look at his face. "C'mon, stop bullying him, you two." You whispered with a scolding tone.

You didn't exactly believe in these things, and yet the slight creepiness of the whole atmosphere couldn't quite let your heart remain completely unmoved. Just as you turned your eyes back on the transparent sphere, Arthur straightened like a board and with utmost earnestness exclaimed:"I can feel a presence... Dear Lord, look behind you Isaac!!"

"W-WHAT IS IT-?!" The fragile man half screamed, throwing himself to your side and squeezing your arm tightly, as if scared a supernatural entity would grab him from behind and drag him to Hell. The moment the exclamation left your lover's lips your eyes flew to the back of the room, noting with your own two pupils that there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary there.

"Haa... you really are an impossible one Arthur." You said with a sigh while pinching the bridge of your nose. "I'm utterly serious when it comes to these things!" Said the English man with a slight pout marking his features. Then, an idea came to your mind.

The blue haired flirt always found an excuse to either tease you or your man, and a payback was the least you could do.

"Wait! Look at the sphere- no way... that's impossible..." You mumbled with an incredulous tone, making the best shocked expression you could manage. Three other pair of eyes moved to the crystal ball, focusing with all their might to try and see what you were talking about. "Do you see something??" Arthur's voice came out in a whisper, hushed and grave.

"Oh my gaud, I think the crystal ball is working. The spirits are telling me you’re a dumbass!"

"O-of course you didn't see anything- ghosts don't exist anyways..." Isaac whispered to himself, finally letting go of your arm and huffing in relief.

"MC!!! Take this seriously!!" Seeing the playboy so offended pleased you, and you responded with a hearty laugh. "Yeah well, I'm not really the biggest believer of these type of things. I'm still shocked the author of Sherlock Holmes is a fan of the occult, though!"

"Don't you dare mention that piece of trash in front of me!" Ah, there was his weakness. Whenever someone mentioned the detective, he'd lose his temper in the blink of an eye, becoming vulnerable to every type of teasing remark thrown his way. This was a tactic you had started using quite often whenever you wanted to help Isaac with all the mocking gibberish thrown his way.

"Now, now, let us not fight!" Dazai cut off your thoughts with his signature smile. "If we make too much noise, the oni might hear us and come our way"

"A what? ...can't you guys just stop with all the demon talk?" Isaac complained. "They clearly don't exist." He concluded.

"And even if they found us, would they stand a chance against three vampires? You should be scared of yourselves, not some stinky heap of darkness and evil. You can probably snap their necks like a twig with your superhuman strength." You added, looking at the two people sitting in front of you with narrowed eyes.

"Your words bring me an unimaginable amount of disapproval, MC" Did Arthur always need to have the last word on everything? "So do you." You remarked, finally standing up to make your way to the door, clearly done with the conversation.

Barely seconds after you stepped out in the hallway, you heard the sound of a chair sliding against the floor, followed by the familiar sound of shoes you had learnt to recognize anywhere.

"There's no way I'm staying in that room with those two tortures." Isaac scoffed. "I-I'd rather spend my time with you." His tone was shy, but when reaching for your hand, his touch was bold and yet gentle. At this display of cuteness, you couldn't help but softly press a kiss to his cheek before squeezing his hand in yours. "Shall we head back to your room then?" And as your question was answered with a nod, you two started walking down the dark hallway, hand in hand.

Newton's room was quite far from the small lounge you had borrowed for your spooky night, and minutes passed as a comfortable silence hung between the two of you, steps muffled by the red carpet of the hallway filling resonating softly in the empty corridor.

Letting your mind wander freely during the small walk, you went over the events of the day and the evening in particular. The firm words of scepticism you had thrown at Arthur's way suddenly tumbled on you all at once.

What if... what if something were to happen now? Wouldn't it be funny? How ironic would it be! It was a thought that made your heart race; the possibility of witnessing something uncommon, out of this world and probably life-threatening was something that had always attracted the human heart, and you certainly weren't an exception despite your earlier contradicting statement. Sure, you weighed rationalism way more than matters from the supernatural sphere, and yet you had already been proved wrong once when you arrived to the mansion. So maybe nothing was impossible, right..?

You unconsciously slowed your pace, as if wanting to increase the chances of seeing some kind of paranormal activity, and fortunately enough your twisted prayers were met in the strangest of ways.

Passing by the access to the staircase that took downstairs to the cellar, you heard the most curious of sounds. It wasn't perfectly audible from your position, but you could make out incoherent mumbling and sounds that were human but not quite. Seeing how you had stopped walking, Isaac called out to you. "MC..?" After a few seconds of unresponsiveness, you turned to him, curiosity and a hint of mischief in your excited orbs. "Isaac, I dare you to go down there.” His eyes widened in surprise, and before he knew what what happening, you were pushing his back down the steps, adding in a reassuring whisper:"Don't worry. I'm right behind you." But the way you gripped his shoulder didn't go unnoticed, and it reminded him of when he had done the same thing to you minutes prior. Perhaps, those words of encouragement served to placate your quivering spirits, now slaves to your immense curiosity. The scientist certainly couldn't blame you when it came to that, so he gulped down his fear and, in an spur of bold courage, made his way down the dark, old staircase.

What was driving him was possibly either the wish to appear a bit cooler in your eyes or his innate spirit of in inquiry, maybe both. Meanwhile the weird murmurs and rustles got stronger as you approached the end of the stairs, and with a heart thundering wildly in both of your chests, you peeked into the cold basement. What you saw was...

"What in God's name aRE YOU DOING HERE?!"

Theo, slumped against the floor next to Vincent and a pool of...liquids. The angel was whispering words in his brother's ear while drawing soothing circles with his hand on the man's back. Just as you and your lover stepped into the room a pair of blue eyes flew to your figures in a surprised manner, and the blonde's soft voice found its way to your ears.

"Can you guys... help me out?" He said, slipping his arm under Theo's armpit to try and raise him up while offering you an apologetic smile. "We went to the pub to celebrate my newest painting but I'm afraid he exaggerated a bit... He... Theo is so drunk he fell down the stairs"

At this phrase you burst out laughing and Isaac stifled a giggle at the idea of the gruff man tumbling down like a sack of potatoes, then nodded and moved to help the eldest Van Gogh. The moment your lover got next to to the now half standing drunk vampire, Theo emitted a guttural noise and painted his usual grey vest in a terrifying yellow-ish color that would've looked breathtaking on Vincent's canvas. If it hadn't been... vomit, that is.

As you saw the pink haired vampire stiffen up in disgust, you started laughing even harder, calming down ever so slightly once you remembered how horrible your loudness must feel to someone so hungover. After recovering some much needed air, you went to help the two porters who were struggling to open the door as Theo's wobbly legs threatened to make them all fly down the steps, a smile on your face.

The whole situation took a turn you certainly had never expected, but it satisfied you nonetheless. In such a big house, no moment was to be left to boredom, and you had learned to appreciate and love all these grownup babies so it now felt completely natural to spend a night like this. (One of them had captured your whole heart in particular)

...though you figured someone wasn't going to be equally happy with all the cleaning the next day.

#ikevamp scenarios #ikevamp imagines #ikevamp headcanons #ikemen vampire #ikevamp isaac #isaac newton #answered #my writing

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chaoticturtledream · 4 years

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I’m 1/4 through the new Maze Runner book (Crank Palace) and here are my thoughts

These are my thoughts in order of events. I wrote them while listening to the audiobook. They’re interesting, for sure. SPOILERS obviously.

MUST YOU BREAK MY HEART LIKE THIS SIR??? Only calling him 'Tommy'. Damn I'm crying.

Memories?!?!?!?

I'm seeing a lot of parent/child stuff here...

Aaaaahhh poor boy

Also did Newt write the Maze Runner? Or at least this one?

This book is somehow relatable and it's scary.

lmao they're monster trucks

L A Z E R G U N S (stun guns?)

Newt's just like 'whelp bye I guess'

done got S P O O K E D

again with the parent/child thing!

yes adopt him immediately

oh look the title of the book

this woman's gonna claim this child as her own

'un-take-careable' beautiful

don't mind his cluelessness he's new here

Already making friends huh.

How tf did he get out of shape he's been on the run for a long long time

well he didn't exactly go to school

I mean valid question

'We might've been drunk' bruh

everyone likes Newt

WHAT

Aren't you guys in danger?

Dead means DEAD you moron

look what you did you made her cry

RIP Dante's brother

an HOUR?

fair enough

AH DON'T BRING UP CHUCK MY HEARTS ALREADY BROKEN

This is like a constant loop of "I'm sorry" "No I'm sorry"

BRUH YOU CAN'T JUST MENTION THAT YOU LEFT A NOTE TO YOUR FRIEND ASKING HIM TO KILL YOU THATS NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN SAY CASUALLY

i mean what's the worst that could happen if you told her

damn done got told

YES ADOPT HIM he his now your child

all I can think of his that one vine (Mrs Keisha? Mrs Keisha!) i just hope we dont get to the 'omg she dead'

uh oh

zippy zappy

I THROW MY HANDS UP IN THE AIR SOME TIMES SAYING UUUUUUUUHHHHH OOOOOHHHHHH YOU'RE IN TROUUUUUUUUUBLLLLLLEEEEE

the noise of a feral mother

keisha's a fucking badass

WHERE THE HELL'D SHE GET A FUCKING REVOLVER?

nO KEISHA!!!

and the bEby

NEWT DO SOMETHIN

ah yes, the mother instincts of the Glade Parent

I mean I'd be afraid too if a random teenager attacked me with that much anger

ooohh ya killed him

adrenaline's a hell of a drug I'll tell you that

F E R A L C H I L D

oh gOD nO

It's called motion sickness

aww they kept the fam together

at least they're somewhat gentle with the child?

Newt is a parent no one can tell me otherwise

God the slow fall to insanity is gonna kill me innit?

stop reminding me of the inevitability of death

I somehow forgot about WICKED

sHuT yOuR mOuTh Or GeT dOuSeD

or get doused anyways

"Hope the kid's okay" YOU SPRAYED HIM WITH A FIRE HOSE?!?!

aww family hug

WAIT WILL WE GET TO KNOW HIS NAME FINALLY BY THE END OF THE BOOK??? damn i hope

YO SHE JUST CALLED NEWT HER CHILD IM CRYING

gonna draw art of this beautiful fam

wait if he still has the journal how the fuck isn't it soaked

probably not cause you had a little sister

okay bye lol

Keisha stahp

ooohh no. fucking Ava or Teresa or some bitch like that is keepin tabs on Newt.

Is he gay? 'Cause I think they're referencing Teresa here but why he so bitter? Like I know she's a traitor but he seemed to at least partially forgiver her? If anything he was angry. But if he had a thing for Tommy and he was JEALOUS.... perhaps.

#maze runner spoilers #crank palace spoilers #crank palace #maze runner #maze runner newt

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fatethearcher · 5 years

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Even the Mahoutokoro Robes piss me off now:

Originally I was too annoyed at some of the other Mahoutokoro shit to notice: ((Storm Petrels JKR, really? The one bird that just so happens to also have a European counterpart you'd be able to draw reference to?)), but I was thinking about the robes changing color and I realized how horrible the robes turning white thing is.... With as much nuance JKR gave characters that were considered "Dark" in the original HP books, I would think she wouldn't have resorted to such a method for detecting "dark" magic because it sounds cool. If she did her research, then I'm ashamed at how badly she interpreted her research, because being robed in white was something done to Samurai who were to commit seppuku: AKA ritual suicide. If JKR did her research she's basically saying "Hey you just revealed magic to a mundane-- or you used a 'dark aligned' spell? Well the Japanese Ministry thinks this is the equivalent to a death sentence!! :)" --- Sure she didnt exactly consider the nuances she could add to the whole "dark vs light" magic debates in the books--- but I always just kind of assumed it was because Harry was an unreliable narrator, rather than it being because she didnt consider that in her own friggin magic system she emphasizes importance of intent for spellcasting---

That's not even going into the "Robes changing as you gain more knowledge"-- like, how do you even quantify that?!?! I just took that to assume it means by what year/s you're in-- with possibly pink being 7-10 year olds that dont board there or being the color for pre-OWL students, Post OWL students having another color, and post NEWT students achieving gold robes (gold being the final color annoys me too but it can be ignored because gold has ties to alchemy and that could be the reason such an ornate color is the one to strive for in magical Japan vs something less conspicuous like black) With OWLS and NEWTS obviously just being my stand ins for whatever the equivalents are called in Japan ofc.

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On houses at the school:

I actually like the idea of houses developing in Magical China, and that idea being brought over to Magical Japan with Seiryuu, Suzaku, Byakko, and Genbu...... (AKA the houses in japan) --- and with this idea, the house system maybe spread from China to other countries with the misunderstanding that the houses were just creatures that represented values/virtues, rather than the truth of them having religious and cultural significance to the magical community..... Possibly the house system spread to the UK when the Roman Empire had a foothold there? I'd have to read up on my world history a bit more to explain the spread of this system.

Possibly the idea of a single institution for magical learning came from China as well? Because looking at how British Wizards and Witches are spread about, rather than integrated into Muggle communities, it's likely these smaller communities were where people used to hold small gatherings to teach magic, rather than sending kids off somewhere they could possibly be discovered? Idk lol

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The Storm Petrel thing:

Even if the school IS located on Minami-Ioto (She didnt even get the modern name for the island right)- and thus need a safe and efficient way to transport the many day students to and from their homes, Giant birds are the LEAST likely option, imho, because even if they were faster than an airplane with charms to prevent kids getting airsick, the birds would need somewhere to take off and land at, and tons of charms to prevent muggles from noticing the giant fucking birds. There'd have to be a lot of them too, since Japan has such a high population.

The easier option would just be- use some form of advanced portkeys to teleport to the island? Maybe use the Tori gates at local temples as some advanced version of a port key where you can just pass through and it teleports you? Or maybe have a magical subway system that travels through the earth's crust at blazing speeds and not only has separate platforms connected to Mundane stations, but also stations in more rural areas that may be near mountains. The subway system would ofc have a shit ton of fireproofing charms attached.

Storm Petrels aren't even anything special tbh... You can literally find many breeds of them throughout the world. If she wanted a common bird, crows at least have the relation to the Tengu to go on. If she was looking for a mythological bird, yeah there aren't that many in Japanese folklore, but she could have tried using the Phoenix (or Ho-o as it would be in Japan) and say that the Ho-o is a larger variant? Even with these two options though, I'd still have the same complaint about how many fucking charms would be needed to make the ride safe for day students. At least a subway system would keep the students enclosed where they wouldn't have the risk off falling to their death, and the charms would be easier to update/modify seeing as they wouldn't be cast on a living being-- I dont know if it's canon, but I'd think that spells cast on a living being would wear off faster than those on an inanimate object. Plus there's the whole "living beings need food and water and places to sleep", while inanimate objects dont need any of that?

(I didnt come up with the subway one, that's on another person who thought of Mahoutokoro also having a train, but it uses time Turner tech to always arrive 5 minutes early--- I personally like that one a lot)

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Other things:

-Jade isnt a Japanese thing really, it's more of a Chinese thing with most of Japan's jade being imported. Having the entire school be made of jade is not only impractical and pointless, it also would cost a lot due to it being imported. The Jade could be something to do with the school's magical defense but even STILL....

-Again, the name of the island hasn't been Minami Iwo-Jima since 2007. It's Minami-Ioto now, same Kanji but different reading. Also, why there of all places? Because it's remote? You realize the size of Japan and distance between its islands are NOT the same as with Britain right? Japan has about the same land mass as Britain overall, but its Islands are spread a lot further, meaning it has a larger amount of ocean territory. It makes more sense to put the school closer to where people are, but still in a remote location. Maybe somewhere in Hokkaido if she wanted to stick to the remote-ness and Volcano theme she has going with Minami-Ioto? Plus they students would get 4 distinct seasons in Hokkaido vs. The less distinct seasons on Minami-Ioto -- which if the 4 houses I suggested were used would be extremely important since each house would have it's own season for celebration.

-Literally the only section of the pottermore page I liked was the Quidditch one because ofc the Japanese practice during storms and/or when the Japanese Militrary are taking off nearby. They're that fucking dedicated and I love it. Still dont like the green on their uniforms (can be found on the Wiki page for Toyohashi Tengu), but that's just my personal preference- It doesn't look tasteful to me I guess lol.

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I've tagged Mahoutokoro posts on my blog that I like and agree with for headcanons under #Mahoutokoro ... I may eventually make my own post detailing Mahoutokoro but who knows lol. I also have my thoughts on Mahoutokoro as a name on a reblog for another post in this tag as well.... not grammar wise, but meaning wise.

#mahoutokoro #harry potter #jk rowling

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beverlyr0ad · 5 years

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crimes of grindelwald thoughts

alright obvious spoilers not that it matters bc i have one follower lmao but !! i need somewhere to scream abt this movie

first of all i love jacob and newt so much. best parts of this movie honestly i love them and i want them to be happy

but to be fair i actually rlly rlly enjoyed watching this movie!! like,, there are a looot of things i dont understand about it and i have no idea how they happened or why theyre happening but thats Okay i would still recommend everyone watch it! its so good!!!

good things:

- grindelwald !! i mean,, no hes not a good thing but i really liked how they wrote his character. like i can UNDERSTAND the power he has over people and how hes manipulating them. hes really not just a Voldemort 2.0 and i respect that a lot bc thats not what an entirely different villain should be like. but casting issues and all aside i really liked this

- i also liked the interaction between leta lestrange and dumbledore that was some good stuff and the actors were rlly good too !!! - i like the direction queenie is going in. i mean i dont actually of course but it seems realistic and i think its important and its good character development n stuff so hhh hope that works out later tho !! i am Suspense

- jacob walked into that movie and i was like !!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDD i love him so much and it was rlly nice to see him back even if i dont think it was that neat to have him lose his memory of everything that happened for significance and in this movie have everything go like WHOOMP hes back but i uhhhh loved it anyway so this is not a complaint its a good thing - i still loved newt and having a good main character makes the whole movie a better watch in general. ive seen sequels where i just Cant get attatched to the new characters but wow i didnt really have much of a problem with that here

- it was also never boring and i really just loved n enjoyed this movie a lot!!! okay hhh bad things/things that i personally disliked:

- ive seen different opinions on this but??? what was that blood pact????? what are u doing??????????????? i cant even be coherent properly so here are the main reasons that was rlly dumb

1- w-who does that in a romantic relationship ever :o and yes jkr has literally said dumbledore n grindelwald were in LOVE HELLO feel free to correct me if im wrong on anything but if ur gonna say it u should show it,,,, Continuity Please. anyway separate issue but if u love someone youre not gonna be like “hey lets make SURE we dont fight each other ever” because youll trust that the other person?? isnt gonna fight u???!!!???? im

2- thats literally not the reason he “cannot move against grindelwald” okay like it shouldnt be. this conversation literally happens in dh and dumbledore says he was scared of facing what rlly happened when ariana died!! there was no actual physical thing stopping him!!! the only acceptable justification is that he doesnt want to face this ghosts of his past and that moment and he is SCARED okay so COME ON give dumbledore his faults! hes scared of his past and that IS the reason!!

3- wait how did grindelwald, aberforth, and albus fight if they had already entered a blood pact. like i dont think albus would aim for his own brother EVER but could he even attack grindelwald if they had a blood pact?? not sure how this works lol but who was he aiming for then??? just firing everywhere randomly without intention cause that sounds,,, significantly harder to believe and makes that scene loads messier esp if grindelwald couldnt aim for albus either so

4- the blood pact was so frickin unnecessary im sobbing. like there was the scene where its all like “oh some say you were as close as brothers” and dumbledore is like “oh we were closer than brothers...” and im like OK! the little scene in the air doesnt explicitly reveal anything either so thats ok but the closer than brothers line was rlly revealing for me. at least for like two minutes and then dumbledore looked in the mirror and saw himself making a blood pact w grindelwald. like ok is That what u meant by closer than brothers bc thats what everythings pointing to but it shouldnt be and i.............ugh

5- im honestly just kind of hhhhhhhhhhhh. i can concede that the blood pact might be significant in later films and i look forward to watching them! but. at the same time i. wish that if you were going to say dumbledore was gay it would actually be explicitly referenced in the movie, instead of dancing around that and dropping it in hints and pieces that fans of the series who know this information will understand and others can just dismiss as friendship! there were So Many good places in this movie to include this fact (altho feel free to disagree w me haha) and i think that not including this fact was honestly tiring.

- nagini...........obv this isnt a huge problem bc idk where her story will go next n it might develop n become important but as of rn, i have no idea what her role in this movie is. i wonder if her reappearance in the harry potter series will actually be of significance and if itll be explained how she will end up under servitude to voldemort bc i genuinely dont understand right now. it just seems like a cameo to draw attention in the trailer ghgdjh

- leta lestrange’s death didnt feel right or impactful and im sad . definitely a huge opinion here but it felt like a mandatory character snuff to make the movie sad and ghdsjgfh oh well :(

- little continuity issues?? dumbledore being DADA professor instead of transfiguration bc Boggarts Are Important For Foreshadowing. also how is mcgonagall an adult or actually how is she even alive and um of course the fact that this movie doesnt confirm what jkr has said about dumbledore and grindelwald beforehand.

- im actually going to totally repeat myself bc this deserves a separate point umm why arent dumbledore and grindelwald actually shown as in love with each other as young men. its completely relevant to the movie and its not hard to put it in there instead of the bLOOD PACT (ask anyone irl ive been screaming abt the blood pact ever since i came out of that movie). anyway i know david yates said he wouldnt be including that as part of the movie as fans are aware of that aNyway but its not that hard to understand. people are asking for actual representation?? not smt vague??? because this is just here to Please People. if u refuse to see this ship, ure just gonna see them as having a friendship! maybe u havent heard about what jkr said or maybe ure choosing to ignore it bc,, idk that says smt about u, or maybe another reason idk! but if u go into this knowing they were In Love and hoping to see confirmation of dumbledore being canonically gay, youre going to hear that “oh, we were more than brothers” line and be like oh yeah we been knew, or more seriously like hey! maybe we’re getting a canon confirmation, not just floaty young people leaning towards each other! like when he looked in the mirror i was like okay This Is It this is gna be confirmation but then it wasnt oop. it was the !!! bloooood paaact !!! which means that people could interpret the “closer than brothers” line as meaning oh we done did a blood pact that means we blood related look at us go! Wow! so this is basically just a half azzed attempt at pleasing people w stereotypical viewpoints and people happy to see representation. hmmmmmmmmmm.. (psst if u actually ship older dumbledore n grindelwald tho What Are You Doing Stop !! thats not a healthy relationship, grindelwald is an awful person and dumbledore deserves to grow from the person he was before!!! he deserves so much better!!! im not saying to ship them but im saying that if we’re gonna say they were in love as young men and if we are going to confirm that dumbledore is gay well,,, lets put that in canon pls!!!! we need canon representation but we dont need to pretend this ship is healthy or good bc its representation either. this isnt shipping this is asking to acknowledge that dumbledore was gay and in love with grindelwald and its confirmed that grindelwald was in love with him too. in the place the story of tcog is now, that relationship is not ever going to happen again and if u actually think it is ure suffering from some next-level delusion. just be definitive and acknowledge that your characters are LGBT tho pls!! u said they were!!! actually i would be so much happier to see a Happy And Healthy LGBT Pairing can we have that? please?)

- big spoiler but hOW IS CREDENCE ALBUS’ BROTHER WHAT IS HAPPENING DKFJDKSH i need to separate my thoughts again

1- AGE DIFFERENCE........apparently dumbledore is like 46 in this movie right?? credence doesnt look over 20. okay percival dumbledore is put in azkaban before albus starts school right?? so the maximum age albus can be is 11. now im gonna say that kendra was not having any more kids w anyone else after that incident fs so the oldest albus can be when ariana is born is 12, leaving room for some other stuff okay. ALBUS AND CREDENCE DONT LOOK LIKE THEY HAVE A 12 YEAR AGE GAP WHAT IS HAPPENINF

2- i saw people theorizing that credence is ariana’s son and NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO PLS NO

3- not an actual issue but i thought grindelwald said his name was berrylius dumbledore which i later remembered as berrylium dumbledore and anyway thank god for the internet

4- okay at this point i cant tell if this has just been brought in for shock value or smt like. is this relevant to the plot. is grindelwald even telling the truth. w-why did the movie end there. help....... i think thats it but i do want to say that i respect the rights of the creator jkr to do whatever she wants w these characters. its her world! but i can have a whole bunch of opinions n feelings about this movie and still support it. after all, i love harry potter and the whole wizarding world w my whole heart.

did anyone even read that LOOOL that was so long sorry

#feel free to disagree w me tho #im completely open to hear other opinions #and mine are subject to change anyway #i used so much !!!!! in this sorry #crimes of grindelwald #harry potter #hp #fbawtft #fantastic beasts #tcog #tcog spoilers #crimes of grindelwald spoilers #spoilers #hp spoilers #fantastic beasts spoilers #tcog opinions #crimes of grindelwald opinions

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vicious-mockerer · 6 years

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glader hc location: arcade

WOOHOO Y’ALL KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS (time to distract myself with the fact that my physics exam was r o u g h with some nice fluffy hc’s!!!)

and chloe your ask deserves to go first after how long it took me to answer your safe haven hc request oops

AAAAND HERE WE GO :’)

side note: i’m keeping all details consistent between asks, so if something happens here, it might show up again later in another ask!!

-it’s a weekly tradition for all of the gladers and their families to get together every other saturday, and today was newt’s pick: the local arcade down the street. he’d grown up in this town, and used to go there every weekend to play games with his friends.

-thomas never really had an interest in arcades until the first time they’d all met there together. the entire time, thomas and gally went head-to-head in every game they could find, making sure someone was following them around to keep score (usually frypan)

-thomas has to practically beg newt to get there early so thomas could get ahead start on some of the games before gally got there

-everyone shows up, and they always end up waiting on minho and brenda’s family. “i couldn’t get him out of the bathroom!” brenda would say, “i’m pretty sure he used half of his hair gel in one sitting...”

-after everyone arrives, people start to split up. gally almost immediately drags thomas over to the basketball game. “you got lucky last time, shank. let’s see how you do this time.” frypan, winston, and zart all share an amused glance before following them over to keep score and watch the competition.

-sonya and harriet happily volunteer to look after gally’s daughter while her dad plays against thomas. they love taking the small girl to the dance dance revolution board, and taking turns dancing and singing karaoke. they looooove singing spice girls

-teresa loves to join newt in watching his son and daughter play each other in car-racing games. sometimes, when his daughter is falling behind in a race, newt slyly reaches around her and helps steer the wheel without his son noticing. teresa always cheers for both teams and gives the winner of the race a big hug.

-minho and brenda prefer to take their three sons over to the skeeball lanes. aris helps keep all of the kids wrangled in the same area, and he sometimes helps the kids with their aim. minho always tries to impress brenda, but whenever she looks, minho manages to miss every time. “bren, i swear i got it last time!!!” “sure you did, babe.” it makes winning an endless number of tickets for brenda a little more difficult.

-after a quick lunch break and ice cream, everyone heads back inside the arcade for the rest of the afternoon.

-zart and aris steal thomas and newt’s kids to go play a four-person game of mario kart. thanks to many helpful practice sessions with newt in racing games, the kids are actually some serious competition for zart and aris, much to their embarrassment. but they dont mind, because the kids always smiled so big after winning a game.

-thomas and newt sneak off to play one of the first and third-person shooter games on the other side of the arcade. these kind of games are newt’s favorite, he’s very good. his favorite is a star wars game where you can fly ships in space and attack the enemy. newt plays with very small and precise movements, while thomas practically flails his gun with every shot and ends up missing over half of the time. thomas always tries to distract newt by sneaking a surprise kiss on newt’s forehead, on his hair, on his neck, on his nose...newt tries to keep a straight face but always succumbs in the end. “nice try, tommy....but i still won.”

-frypan and winston are big fans of some of the classic carnival games. they always take brenda and minho’s kids over to play. all three boys are very active and athletically fit, just like their parents, and love to play the game where you throw balls to knock down clowns.

-”min min!!” gally’s daughter would always shout when she wanted to play games with minho. gally would roll his eyes as minho burst out laughing, giving his daughter a big high five before asking what she wants to play. she absolutely loves games that involve riding and balancing on a motorcycle or snow mobile, and she always wants to be on a team with minho so she can play against her dad. whenever gally loses minho gives him a wink and laughs. gally groans in annoyance but it always fades when his daughter screams “daddy!!!! we beat you!!!!!! i did it!!!!” “yeah you did, sweet pea, good job!”

-sonya, harriet, teresa, and brenda always tend to sneak off together at one point of the day. their favorite thing to do is a nice, competitive, 4-person game of air hockey. they always play sonya and harriet versus brenda and teresa, and their games always get so intense that they tend to draw a crowd. there’s always plenty of light-hearted jokes and laughter, and despite the competitive tone none of them really care who wins.

-in all honestly, their favorite part is when the boys start to gather and start taking sides. “THAT’S MY GIRL!!!!” Minho would always shout whenever brenda scored a goal. gally hoists his daughter up on his shoulders to give her a better view, and her cheers are always the loudest. newt, thomas, frypan, and aris, like to make bets on who is gonna win. thomas and frypan always manage to bet wrong, making newt and aris very rich in pocket change.

-at the end of the day, everyone heads over to the counter to turn in their tickets and get their prizes!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-minho always tries to have the most to get something fun for brenda or his kids, and he sometimes convinces the others to give him some extra tickets on the DL. thomas doesn’t really win very many tickets most of the time, so he always gets a bunch of the super cheap prizes like bubbles, candy, and rubber poppers. much to newt’s entertainment, thomas actually enjoys playing with all of them with the kids!! frypan gets a pair of those giant sunglasses, and zart gets fake flowers and rings that squirt water on people. teresa always donates her tickets to the kids, and winston and aris usually do the same. gally doesn’t really care how many tickets he has in the end, as long as he gets more than thomas. sonya and harriet like to get a bunch of those cheap bead necklaces in all colors.

-newt smiles at everyone at the ticket counter as they collect their prizes, old memories of his own childhood coming back. he smiles, seeing the same happiness in everyone elses’ eyes that he felt way back then.

WOOO THE FIRST HC IS DONE :’)

now...only 21 more to go lololol

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Request: I rly love your blog a lot!! I was wondering if I could request a newtxreader song fic with the song "Hide and Seek" by Imogen Heap? Where the reader tries to warn Newt about Leta, but he gets mad and they have an argument? Then he loses contact with the reader for several years and tries to find her, but each time he gets close to finding her, she gets farther away? Really angsty please??? Thank you so much!!!❤️❤️❤️"

Word Count: 4,359

Pairing: Newt x Reader (Platonic)

Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly--canthrope @studyforthreehands @whatinbenaddiction @thosefantasticbeast2 @benniesgalaxy

A tinge of despair so intense it seems tangible still clouds Newt’s mind as he digs into the box of mementos, deeper and deeper until his dirt-caked nails crack against the bottom of the wooden crate. Nothing of significance. Nothing of importance. Nothing of use to him unless he wants to remember.

Cursing, he shoves himself to his feet. This room, this hall, this house is all useless junk now. He may as well burn it down; it’s not as if you’ll be returning at any point, not now that you know he’s discovered it. With a growl, he kicks the box, sends it tumbling onto its side. Its guts spill out, rolling across the ground, creating a mess that will remain until the landlord comes knocking for the next month’s rent. Already, it’s too late. You’ve vanished, and the short and chubby landlord with the beady eyes and missing smile won’t be able to track you down.

My fault, my fault, my fault.

No, finding you is Newt’s job, and he’s determined to do it.

A layer of fresh snow rests over the sidewalk and crunches under Newt’s feet as he trudges through the thick snow of Prague. Midnight’s dark has left the lantern lit road empty except for Newt and a few shady figures slinking in side streets. The chill of the air nips at his cheeks, turning them a faint pink, and his fingers are frozen in their curve around the handle of his suitcase. He pushes forward, eyes set on the hotel resting at the edge of the city.

“Hey, honey. How’re you doin’ tonight?”

Newt glances at the woman leaning in the alley just ahead of him. Her hair’s pinned up in a tight updo, curled against the base of her neck despite the temperature. Strands of it slip free from their pins, drooping in gentle curls to brush the collar of her fur jacket, a warm looking coat Newt knows he doesn’t want to know the history behind.

“I’m quite fine, thank you.” He ducks his head, striding forward, hurrying.

Her heels click against the pavement, cutting through the snow with ease. “Awe, come on, don’t run away. I just want to help. You look lost.”

“I’m quite all right.”

“You sure, honey? I’m a native to this place. I could help.”

It occurs to Newt that this woman is speaking English with no noticeable accent, but he brushes the questions away. A woman in her line of work must have plenty of talents. “I really must be going.”

Still, she follows him, feet steady even with the fresh snowfall and the patches of ice. “I ain’t gonna hurt you, darlin’. I promise.” When Newt says nothing, just scans the alleys, she laughs. “I ain’t got no friends with me, darlin’. You’re safe. Say, what’s in that suitcase o’ yours?”

“Clothes.” Partly true, at least.

“Ah, so you’re stayin’ at a hotel now, are you?”

“No.”

“No? Then what’re you doing? Ooo, can I guess?”

Newt says nothing, just continues forward. Two blocks left.

“You look like a fancy businessman with that jacket. So’s it for business?” She peers up at him, keeping in step surprisingly well. “No? Hmm, what’s a good-lookin’ man like you doin’ here, then? A woman? No? Come on, honey, you can tell me.” She draws her hands from the fur-lined pockets, grabbing onto Newt’s arm. “Oh, I know.” She lowers her voice to a whisper. “It’s a friend, ain’t it?”

Newt’s pace quickens. He shouldn’t be here.

“That’s right, ain’t it? You’re here to see a friend. Well, sir, ain’t that special.”

“I’m sorry, I really must be going.” He tries to shake her hand free from his arm, but she’s clinging to him, grip so tight it hurts. One block.

“I know, an old friend. Someone you ain’t seen in a while.”

Newt’s stomach turns as the stranger continues.

“You had a fallin’ out, didn’t you? I bet it was over another girl.”

Newt grits his teeth.

“Ooo, I hit a nerve.” She giggles. “You know, I bet if you knew this girl, she’d still have a message for you. Something like, oh, I don’t know, an old scribble on some parchment.” Then she opens her hand, revealing a scrap of fluttering parchment, yellowed with age.

Newt halts, sucking in a breath and snatching it from her hands, unfolding the paper. It’s just a small doodle he’d given you for Valentine’s day in the fifth year, after you’d been upset about receiving nothing. “Where did you get this?”

The woman backs away from Newt, covering her mouth as she giggles yet again. “Oh, honey, she don’t miss you. She finds this chase a bit of fun, that’s all.”

Newt blinks away the surprise, curling the scrap in a fist and staring at the woman. “You know her?”

“How d’you think she’s avoiding you, honey? She’s a smart one you let get away.”

Newt breathes through parted lips, numb. Here she is, a contact, a method of reaching you if only he can conjure the right word. “Take me to her. Please.”

She shakes her head, leaning against a post. “Can’t do that. She won’t appreciate it.”

“Please. You don’t know who she is.”

“An old ghost, right? Well, honey, you’re just a zombie chasin’ her around. “

“Tell her I’m sorry. Please. Please just tell her that for me.”

“Can’t. She won’t hear it. She don’t miss you, and she wants you to know: she’d have already forgotten your name if you weren’t chasin’ her everywhere.”

The words slam into Newt’s chest like a brick, but he just shoves his hand in his pocket, digging for his wallet. “Please. Whatever you want is yours. Just tell me where she is.”

The woman shakes her head at his begging. “Sorry, honey. You messed up.”

Newt’s shaky breath forms clouds in the cold air, clouds that shoot forward with every frenzied word, “Please. I just want to apologize. You understand, right? Please give me a chance to apologize.”

For a moment, Newt thinks she’s going to agree, thinks she’s going to sigh and relent and drag him to wherever you are. He believes he’ll finally have a chance to apologize and make it up and the two of you can return to who you were, can work together, can talk the way you did for six years, the way you did when he was truly happy.

But instead she shakes her head again. “It’s just not gonna happen, honey. Best advice I can give you is to let her go.”

“Please.” He whispers.

She gives him a look of pity, so imperceptible he wonders if he truly saw it, then she’s gone, apparates away without another word, and Newt’s alone on the snow-covered sidewalk, fingers frozen and eyes shut. He was close, so close, and still you slipped away from his fingers.

Uncurling his fist, he stares at the doodle. It’s nothing intricate or ornate, just a tiny niffler holding a heart with your name in it. It isn’t Newt’s most complex or even well executed drawing, but you’d lit up when he handed it over. The day after receiving it, you’d proudly displayed it in the middle of a worn, gold locket so old the clasp no longer worked. You’d declared the drawing a treasure, something you would never choose to part with.

Yet here Newt stands, alone under the star-studded black sky, with a pink nose and the drawing clutched in fingers growing so numb the rational part of his mind fears frost-bite’s fury.

Though he knows he’ll find nothing but an empty room, Newt marches the final block to the hotel room, heart as numb as his fingers.

“What have you heard?” Newt asks the question as casually as possible as he lifts a frame from Theseus’s office desk. It’s a picture of his brother and nephew, taken months prior, just before Newt disappeared into the Andes for three months.

Theseus pours himself a drink and gestures to a second glass, shrugging when Newt shakes his head. “You know, little brother, I’m not sure you’re sincere when you say you visited solely to check up on how Marvin is doing.”

“He’s a charming boy.”

“True. But something tells me you’re here for a more selfish reason.”

Newt lifts an eyebrow. Theseus, never able to be straight to the point, even when it truly matters. “Such as?”

“A girl, perhaps?”

“Yes, well, you’ve always had little faith in me.”

Theseus laughs at this, his wide, galumphing laugh he usually reserves for important business meetings here in his private office. “I think a better way of putting it is that I’ve always known you better than you’re willing to admit.”

Newt shifts weight from foot to foot, setting the photo back on the desk, suddenly irritated. He’s standing here, surround by glass cabinets and a desk covered in official papers while you’re out there, Merlin-knows-where, just waiting to learn of Newt’s whereabouts and disappear again. He wonders for a moment what joke you would make about this place, about how stuffy it is even with the open windows, about how a war hero can’t take out his own trash. He can hear your voice in his mind. It’s been how long? 6 years since you last spoke? And still Newt can hear you as clear as day.

The sound brings a smile to his face, a smile that Theseus unfortunately misreads and misunderstands as a response to some joke of his own.

“See, I can be funny sometimes.”

Newt shoves his hands in his pockets to hide the quick beat he’s tapping against his side. If Theseus sees, he’ll know. He’ll know how desperately Newt wants this, how important this is, and there’s nothing Theseus wants more than to believe this is just Newt chasing down an old friend as a hobby. “A real comedian. Now, if you don’t mind, the information?” He tilts his head to the clearly marked file in the middle of the desk.

Theseus takes a sip of the whiskey, staring out the window and into the field behind the office building, suddenly solemn. “You know, I was surprised when I first came out here. They gave me the address, and I almost didn’t show up. The place seemed likely to be crowded by buildings and people.” He sighs, almost sadly, as though remembering some far-off memory, and despite Newt’s unrest, he pauses to listen to Theseus. “I couldn’t stand being trapped, feeling like I had no escape. The war, believe it or not, was not as easy as I make it seem.” He smiles, but it’s bitter. “I spent plenty of nights there wondering about our family, where you were in the field, whether mum at home was safe, whether pa would be proud. I can’t tell you how many nights I had nightmares after hearing about ambushes on troops…” Shaking his head and clearing his throat, Theseus continues with a stronger voice. “When I came home, I met Helen. You know that, but there were many nights I spent alone before marrying her when the nightmares would return. It wasn’t until we’d been married for four months that I realized I hadn’t had any nightmares since that first night. Being with her, having her there at my side was enough.”

He pauses, collecting his thoughts. “I wasn’t sure if I’d take the job, but when they showed me the office and the field back there, I knew I had an escape, a place to go should anything become too much. Helen agreed to meet there if I ever needed someone. She could apparate in with no worries about muggles, no need to wait for muggle technology to bring her to me like we would need in the city. The moral of this long-winded story, I guess, is to find someone to escape to, like Helen, and somewhere free, like this field.”

Theseus stops, then, still staring at the grass waving in the wind.

“I’m happy for you.” Newt’s quiet. You were that for him at one time, the person he could walk to when his nose bled or Leta said something or a creature passed. You were his escape before he ruined it all.

“As am I.” He lets out a sigh heavy with the weight of a war, “Listen, Newt, I know you miss her. But is she right for you? Are you certain? Was she the person you went to when it all became too much, when you couldn’t forget the worst parts of your past? Because you need someone, Newt, and you can’t settle with a ghost. You need someone present.”

“She’s my best friend.”

“Does a best friend abandon you and avoid you?”

Newt wants to shut his ears, to grab the folder and leave because, yes, this was his fault. Who else would have managed to ruin a friendship with someone so patient? “It’s my fault.”

“You know that’s not true. It was the timing, the circumstances. Not you. Even if it was, if she was meant to be your escape, she’d be here today, Newt. You know that.”

For some inexplicable reason, Newt’s eyes are watering. He knows this is his fault, has thought it through time after time after time, and he’s never come up with any other answer. But Theseus’s words waver in his head, offer a relief from the guilt wracking his nerves, and he desperately wants to accept them and remove the burden from his shoulders.

But he can’t, he reminds himself. It’s his fault.

His voice is weaker than he wants when he talks next. “Just give me the information, Theseus.”

Theseus swirls his drink, not looking away from the field. “You can see it on the desk. Take it, if you’d like, but I’m not feeding this habit anymore. You need to give her up, Newt, before you burn yourself out and miss life.”

Newt steps forward and swipes the folder, ignoring the tears gathering in his eyes. This is ridiculous. Theseus is ridiculous. It’s not burning him out. No, he’s in the wrong, he was the one that pushed you away, he was the one that cut you off, he was the one making bad decision after bad decision and all you wanted to do was help. You were a friend, and yet Newt turned his back on you when you asked for help, for somebody to listen, for a friend. He let them all say that about you right in front of him, and he did nothing. He owes you nothing less than an apology.

If only you’d let him give you one.

Shame floods his cheeks, a dark red wave crashing against him and making it hard, hard to think, to breathe, to want to move.

But you’d returned the drawing, the gifts, his personalized notes and the only picture you’d kept of the two of you. The thought fractures him, drags him deeper into that despair that’s all too common now. Maybe you don’t want him back.

Maybe he should stop looking.

But no, that’s wrong, he knows, because he owes you, he owes you so much that he can’t give. You were his real friend, and he’d just left you like it meant nothing.

Clenching his jaw, he shakes his head. No, this is foolish, letting Theseus get in his head like this. His older brother may mean well, but he’s not in this situation. He’s never done something so horrible. Newt just needs to keep trying, keep tracking.

Shutting his eyes to apparate, he pictures you the way you looked that day, tears on your cheeks, backing away.

With a pop, he disappears to read the files in peace.

“So sorry. Excuse me. Pardon me.” Merlin’s beard, how do people stand being packed together like this every day? How do they not tire of rubbing shoulders with a stranger or bouncing through a crowd, shoved by everyone? New York, Newt decides, is a mess.

Theseus’s information had led him here, to this city, to a specific apartment building. The first trip for something related to you in a long time. Too long. It’s been a year since his last lead in Prague. A year and half since California, two since Brazil, three and a half since Cairo. He’s not even certain how long ago Chicago, Ottowa, Moscow, and Glasgow were. All he knows is that it’s been too long since he saw you and made you smile.

But when’s the last time she made you smile?

Newt shakes the thought from his head, cursing Theseus for implanting any ideas about your own culpability. This isn’t your fault, can’t be. Newt’s the annoying one, the awkward one.

Flinching at his thoughts, he makes his way from the train station, dodging people left and right, gripping the suitcase in his right hand, left hand dug deep in his pocket to be certain the drawing doesn’t drift out.

Five blocks of dodging people and suddenly he’s there, in front of the tilted building. It certainly isn’t as glitzy as some of the previous establishments you’ve rented. It’s not grand or towering or at the end of a picturesque road lit by starlight and lanterns. No, this building is an ugly grey, its foundation sticking up from the ground, every third window seems to have some sort of crack in it, and the railing may fall the next time someone touches it.

Checking the apartment number, Newt pulls open the creaky door and steps inside. Steps wind up the side of the narrow entry way. The floor overhead squeaks, and Newt questions the safety of taking the stairs when the wood of the first step bends low under his weight.

You’re here, though, just five stories overhead, forgiveness only a staircase away, so Newt begins the climb. Nobody stops him. The only signs of life he sees are a couple of tomcats darting after rats the size of Newt’s hand.

He wonders if Theseus’s information was correct as he makes his way to your door. A muted song leaks under the door frame, and before he can let himself consider the consequences, he knocks.

Three minutes pass. Three agonizing minutes.

Finally, the music stops and the door creaks open.

Newt’s spent hours imagining meeting you again. The dreams always consisted of smiles and tea and spending hours reconnecting and sharing stories, watching your eyes light up as you weave tales about traveling to various cities, hearing the excitement in your voice, finally finding his best friend again.

You just stare at him from the crack, careful, eyes watching his every move.

“I, um,” Newt clears his throat. “I’ve been looking for you.”

You still say nothing, so Newt gestures behind you.

“May I step in?”

You eye him for another second before nodding and stepping away.

The room’s a wreck. There appears to be only one offshoot for a bathroom, and Newt has to bend to step in through the doorway. The walls are the same draining grey as outside, cobwebs infest the upper corners of the room, the two windows are both grimy with a substance Newt doesn’t dare try to identify, and the small record player in the middle of the room is dented in three different places. He’s hesitant to set his case down, doing his best to avoid a pile of dust.

He conjures up a joke, one that would normally make you laugh, but you don’t even flinch. “I thought Hogwarts dorms were cramped.”

You cross your arms, leaning against the wall farthest from him. “What are you doing here?”

Newt swallows, a mix of relief and shame and the culmination of so many years of grief knotting up and climbing up his throat, cutting off his voice. He has to clear his throat twice and stare at a ball of dust on the ground before he can talk. “It’s been some time, hasn’t it?”

You cock your head. “Has it?”

“Six years?”

“Seven.” You plaster a strained smile on your face. “If you count sixth year as a loss, that is.”

“I’m sorry.” Sixth year, when you’d come to him, tears in your eyes, blood on your face, and he’d let Leta drag him away. Sixth year, when he saw you boiling in the hall after someone singled you out, and he’d walked past with a bowed head. Sixth year, when he’d chosen Leta over you, when he’d called her a better person, when he’d as good as wrecked the friendship with a single word.

“You don’t get to be sorry.” You spit out, words as bitter as they had been when you’d confronted him by the lake and he’d chosen to leave. The immediacy of your anger surprises Newt, but he doesn’t challenge it. No, he deserves this.

“I know.”

“You don’t get to be sorry when you’ve chased me around the globe trying to make up for something that was all your fault. You can’t keep following me, Newt. We’re done, don’t you understand that?”

Newt blinks, dropping his eyes to the ground. “Of course.”

“You ruined this.”

He did. That’s what he’s best at, after all. Mid-twenties with no friends to speak of. You left, then Leta left. He never formed any lasting connections otherwise.

Wandering the world searching for you had been a lonely endeavor.

“You were the one that left me, Newt, don’t forget that. I had a bloody nose from being punched and you let her drag you away. I had to heal myself.”

You’re supposed to forgive him like he forgave you for letting him walk away, for not bothering to fight, for ignoring him even after the experiment exploded in his face. Sure, he messed up, but he needed someone after the expulsion. You hadn’t even written a short letter.

Would a best friend abandon you?

Newt’s sharp breath startles you into silence, though the deep lines in your forehead don’t disappear. “You abandoned me.”

You recoil from the accusation. “Why should’ve I stayed when you’d been sure to let me know where I sat on your list of important friends?”

Would a best friend abandon you?

“Because you were my friend.”

“You made it clear that I wasn’t.”

Newt shuts his eyes; Theseus was right. “You were.” He finally forces himself to look at you again, to meet your gaze. “You were all I had after the experiment.”

If Newt isn’t imagining things, if it isn’t his desperation simply creating illusions, he swears he sees tears form in your eyes. From guilt? “You were being so selfish, Newt. I was your friend. How could walk away from me for her? How could you do that to me?”

“I was wrong.” Merlin, the words feel good to say. “But all due respect, so were you.” He peers up at you from under his flop of hair.

“How could you blame this on me?” You sound furious, but the tears spilling over the bottom of your lids alter the tone, turn it into one of grief. An emotion Newt knows all too well.

Newt’s own misery is dwindling, a sudden clarity replacing it. “I tried to apologize.”

“Three years later. After Leta left you.”

“I was a fool. And I couldn’t understand what I chose then. I promise, I wouldn’t make that choice again.”

You run a hand across your cheeks. “It’s too late. It’s too late.”

Newt’s heart breaks, a simple break that cracks right down the center. “You can’t forgive me?”

You wait, Merlin’s name, you consider the question, try to find it in yourself, but the hesitation is only a worse fate for Newt when you meet his eyes again and shake your head. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Newt shuts his eyes, breathes out, then opens his eyes again and smiles a smile that could never pass as genuine. “I’m sorry, truly, for any pain I’ve caused you.” Then he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the parchment paper. “I was hoping you would accept this, for my sake.” He steps across the room and holds it out toward you. “I know I’m not in the position to ask for anything, but I can’t bear the sight of it, not when it belongs with you.”

You reach forward, hand shaking the slightest, and accept the gift for the second time in your friendship. Newt turns, lifting his case, and starts toward the door.

“I missed it, you know.” You say, stopping him.

Newt doesn’t turn, just stares at the doorknob in front of him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You stop, but Newt, despite the many years separated, knows you well enough to wait for the rest of your response. “Thank you.”

He nods and pushes the door open. “Best wishes.”

It clicks behind him, muting the ‘best wishes’ you echo back.

No tears fill his eyes, nor anger his chest. No, all Newt knows now is an exhaustion planted in his bones years ago, now taking root and begging him for a long nap.

Newt steps onto the staircase and nearly drops his suitcase when someone runs into him.

She shouts, a small noise, and grabs the railing. It groans but somehow holds. “Mercy Lewis, that could’ve been bad! Are you okay, sir?”

Newt steadies himself and nods. “Quite fine. Now if you don’t mind…” He gestures to the staircase behind her.

She glances back then realizes what he means. “Oh, of course, sorry. Sir, are you sure you’re all right? You look a bit upset.”

Newt ducks his head in a nod. “I’m quite fine, simply in a hurry, is all.”

The woman gathers her grey coat against her, wincing when it pulls a strand of her chin-length black hair. “Of course, I understand. Sorry for running into you. I really should be paying more attention to where I’m going.”

Newt squeezes past her, “No harm done.”

Then he pounces down three floors before apparating back home.

It’s time to visit his brother and his nephew. It’s time to stop chasing a ghost.

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Request: Can you do a little angsty Newt x reader (but maybe with a nice ending 😄) where Newt and the reader were a couple back at Hogwarts, but they broke up because of Leta. Now the reader's married and after many years with no contact they meet again at some kind of charity event. However, they start to bond again! I hope you like this idea and thanks in advance ❤

Word Count: 2,325

Pairing: Newt x Reader (Platonic)

Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly--canthrope @whatinbenaddiction @thosefantasticbeast2 @studyforthreehands @benniesgalaxy

“You want me to take him to Gran’s today or do you plan on it?”

Quickly running a towel over the spot your toddler just sat at, you sigh. “You should probably plan on it. I have that event tonight, remember?”

He sticks two pieces of bread together. “Of course. You’ve only been talking about it for months now.”

You make at face at him, tossing the towel by the door to wash later. “We’re teaching kids about magical creatures. What’s not to be excited about?”

He chuckles. “Just don’t talk their ears off. I know how you can get when you’re given a captive audience.”

“I don’t get that longwinded.”

“Honey, did you forget our whole first date?”

You swat at his arm as you make your way to the sink. “You were interested and asking questions.”

“I believe,” he says, tightening his tie, “that I asked one question and you took it from there for the rest of the evening.”

Setting the plates in the sink and flipping the faucet on, you roll your eyes. “Yeah, well, look at where you are now. Married to me.”

He grins, stepping over and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go or you’ll be late and miss your train.”

He kisses you one final time before grabbing his sandwich and heading out the door.

You finish cleaning up the dishes from the kitchen before changing into a more fitting outfit for the demonstration: slacks and a button-down shirt. Sliding a jacket over the outfit, you shout a goodbye to the nanny and head out the front door.

It’s a long walk to the school, but the sun’s shining and the sidewalks are near empty, so you don’t particularly mind the jaunt. In fact, it’s almost refreshing to not have to worry about making lunches or helping the nanny fold clothes. Ever since the charity began and called for your expertise, you’ve been able to find an excuse to get out of the house once a week and work with magical creatures.

Finally reaching the school, you step in and are instantly offered directions to where the other volunteers have set up the day’s base.

You follow the directions and end up in a dank basement: unusual since most presentations are offered outside. Still, it’s a good storage place for the creatures and if any escape, it’d be easy enough to capture them, so you shrug and look around. Crates of creatures line the walls and more are being carried in as you wander the room, searching for Tara. A baby dragon hisses when you pass its box, mooncalves held in a pen snort in their sleep, and a couple of doxies penned up and trapped behind two locks mock you. The room’s a mess of other noises as well. You wonder how anyone can hear the day’s orders given the racket.

Tara, the lead supervisor and charity founder, brushes her black hair out of reach of a niffler and waves you over. “There you are. I was wondering if you were planning on coming. We could really use your help in the grindylow pen.” She rolls her eyes and wipes a layer of sweat from her forehead. “We have a bunch of new recruits, which would be great if they knew anything. Send the girl with Charles over to the flitterby cage. Maybe she’ll be able to handle that.”

“She can’t drop food into a tank?”

“Apparently he’s too scary.” She sighs, shaking her head. “I don’t know. Just make sure he doesn’t get out or grab anyone, okay?”

You glance around the room. She’s right, there’s a bunch of new faces around, wandering like they don’t know that they’re supposed to be working or playing with the cute creatures and ignoring the more aggressive ones. “Looks like it’s going to be a long day.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. Thank Merlin I have another expert like you coming in today. It’s the only reason I agreed to bring the full load of our creatures.” She stares behind you, suddenly alarmed. “Merlin’s beard, that girl’s going to get herself killed! Go help with Charles before we have a lawsuit on our hands.”

You turn, breaking into a run as soon as you see.

The grindylow’s somehow made its way out of the cage and is clinging to her arm, trying to pull her into the tank.

The open tank. Merlin’s beard, do these people know anything about creatures?

The beast opens its mouth, revealing a set of slimy green teeth, bits of algae stuck between them. The girl’s pale, mouth open in a wide ‘o’ but there’s no sound: too scared.

You know as you draw your wand that you won’t be fast enough, the thing’s going to get at least one chunk from her arm. Cursing, you try to speed up, try to lunge forward, but it’s going to be too late no matter what you do.

Which is why when the creature just freezes, teeth inches from her arm, you nearly stumble in surprise. It releases her arm and falls motionless back into the tank, sinking to the bottom.

You scramble forward, slamming the lid back on the tank and clamping the latches shut, chest heaving. Tara runs right past you and to the volunteer’s side, ushering her away.

“Are you all right, ma’am?”

Another pair of hands pull at the final latch before you can grab it, clicking it in place with ease. “Well, at least his teeth are tiny enough to risk such an incident.”

You freeze. That voice… you haven’t heard it in over ten years, but who forgets such a voice? “Newt?”

He smiles, a nervous grin that transports you back to the halls of Hogwarts, back to the statue of a witch and her patronus, back to shaky hands grabbing fallen books. “Hello.”

“Hey. What, um, what are you doing here?” The question is shaky. Merlin, have you really not seen him since the summer of fifth year?

“I was asked to come in and talk. A bit of an expert on these things now.” He smiles again and shrugs as though his recent accomplishments mean nothing.

“That’s right! You published a book, didn’t you?”

“I did, though it hasn’t sold much yet.”

“I’m sure sales will pick up soon enough. Who doesn’t want to learn about such fascinating beasts?”

Newt grimaces, “Unfortunately, I’ve found many people that don’t.”

“Well, that will change with this charity. Once people learn about how gentle most of these creatures here are, they won’t be able to resist wanting to learn more.”

“Let’s hope.” He mumbles before falling into an uncomfortable silence.

You grab the bag of algae the volunteer dropped and offer it to Newt. “His name is Charles.”

“Any reason for that?”

You blush, wondering if Newt remembers Charles Cooper from third year. “Well, he’s quite the ugly beast and he’s nasty, too, as you saw. He tries his best to bite everyone.” You hold out your hand, showing off the three scabs running across your thumb. “He got me the other day when I was trying to clean the cage.”

“Did you treat it with anything? Their bites are prone to infections.”

You draw your hand away when you notice his eyes linger on your fourth finger, on the ring-free skin between knuckles. Your wedding ring sits in your pocket so as to save it from being eaten by a creature. “Of course I did.”

Newt eyes you, surprised by your sudden defensive tone, and steps away, dropping some algae down the narrow feeding tube. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend.”

“No, it’s…” well, you don’t know what it is, but it’s certainly not like he meant to be rude, glancing at your hand like that. Of course he’d want to know. You’d found yourself curious about him for years after the split. Who doesn’t wonder what becomes of their first love? Of the person they shared an awkward first kiss with, of the person with clammy hands and a pounding heart, of the person you promised forever with only to have life laugh and plot another path for the both of you?

“I’m married.” You offer suddenly, blurting it out and instantly blushing. Oh Merlin, he wasn’t flirting or even showing any sort of nostalgia for what you once had, so why say that?

Newt’s face turns from solemn to flustered, his cheeks the same bright red as the day he bumped into you and spilled your books everywhere. “Oh. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” Then it’s quiet between the two of you as the various creatures’ noises swallow your conversation. The grindylow slowly wakes, nose twitching as the algae bobs in the water.

“When did you marry?” Newt asks, voice barely audible over the room’s din.

“Five years ago. Edmund came soon after.”

“You have a child?”

You nod. “He’s four. Blonde.” You can’t help your smile. “Absolutely precious. A bit stubborn like his father, but he loves demiguises. You should see him at night. I stitched him a plush of a demiguise. He refuses to sleep without it.”

Newt doesn’t meet your eyes, just stares at the creature in the tank. “Sounds lovely.”

“He is.” You swallow. There it is again, that uncomfortable silence so alien to you when it comes to Newt. The two of you used to be able to hold a conversation all night, now you can hardly look at him for more than two seconds. “How about you? Have you met someone?”

“I’ve been quite busy with my work, as you’d imagine.” He shuffles around the tank, but his expression indicates there’s more that he’s not saying.

“Oh, of course. How’s Leta?” It’s a risky probe into his life. You’d never really heard what happened between the two of them after you left him.

It’s apparently the wrong question. Newt snaps his mouth shut, eyes focused on the grindylow feeding.

“I’m… sorry.” You mutter, surprising yourself by truly meaning it. Right or not, Newt had adored her. She shouldn’t have hurt him the way she obviously did.

“That’s all in the past now. No need to dwell on it.”

“Newt…” You hesitate. Is now really the time for apologies? You’re surrounded by noisy creatures and clueless volunteers, speaking with your ex for the first time in ten years, and he hasn’t even brought up the things you said that day. Still, guilt rests on your shoulders. You’d not only broken up with him as his girlfriend, but as one of his best friends, too. So you steel yourself and square your shoulders. “I’m sorry for the things I said before. They were rude… unnecessary. I’ve regretted them every day since.”

He blinks, his only show of surprise, then something else fills his face. Comfort? Happiness? “I was being, as you put it, ‘a selfish git.’”

You wince remembering the way he’d looked after you’d shouted that at him. “I thought I was losing you. I didn’t mean it.”

“I know.”

“And I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you after everything happened.”

He flinches, hands fiddling with the button on his sleeve’s cuff. “I couldn’t blame you. Who wants to rush to their ex’s side?”

You bite your lip. Doesn’t he know he was more than that? You may not love him in the same way anymore—no, you’re quite happy in your marriage—but that doesn’t mean you don’t want him to be happy. “You were my best friend for a long time, Newt. Long before you were my boyfriend. I should have honored that.”

He shrugs, bending over to peer right in the grindylow’s eyes. “I wasn’t fully innocent for our loss, either.”

You start to deny it, but he’s right. You both made mistakes, both ruined what was a beautiful relationship. Instead, you shrug and smile. “Maybe I could make it up to you over dinner tonight. If you’d like, of course.”

“You’d like for me to meet your husband and child?”

You rub the back of your neck. “You were my best friend, Newt, and I miss you. So… yeah. If you wouldn’t mind.”

A smile fades onto his face, gently sloping up. “I’d love to.” Then, before you can say anything, he reaches for his pocket, withdrawing a worn picture. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to introduce you to the Goldsteins sometime should you ever find yourself in New York.”

You take the picture to look at it. The way Newt hovers around the shorter one, his hands fluttering around her sides when she stumbles, clues you in. “I’d love to meet your fiancée.”

He smiles the slightest bit. “Of course you’d noticed.”

You hand it back to him. “You haven’t changed that much, Newt. I’m happy you found someone.”

His expression softens when he looks back at the picture. “So am I. She’s really something.”

“Would dinner at 5 work tonight? I’d love to hear more about her.”

He meets your eyes. “Quite well, actually.”

“Good.” You drift off, thinking back on just how different everything turned out from what you’d imagined when you were fifteen and in love with the man in front of you. Both of you now, set to be married to different people, a kid in your life, Newt a published author.

It’s all so different from the dream the two of you had concocted over Hogsmeade dates and Great Hall lunches: a cabin by the ocean, the perfect place for raising various creatures, maybe a kid maybe not, nights spent reading next to the fireplace, cooking breakfast for one another and traveling the world with your creatures. It’s all so different, yet, you know, it’s right. This was how it was meant to be all along.

The world has a way of working itself out, and you’re grateful for the path it chose for you.

#newt scamander #newt Scamander x reader #newt Scamander imagine #newt Scamander one shot #fbawtft #this is probably the worst ugh #idk I feel like Newt's in character at least #but it's not super angsty sorry #I just feel I've written that fight so many times #it was time to show a different emotion surrounding it you know?#I ramble too much #requested #I hope you guys like it!#and have a lovely day!

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