#Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Reader Insert

[stanathanxoox]

He'd Be Content

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Leaning onto each other, just being close, was enough. - Newt Scarmander x reader

He hadn’t exactly meant to fall for her, but somewhere along the way he had. Head over heels in love. However, she was engaged to be married to somebody else and he was about to lose her forever and so he would have to be content. Content with the way that she lay her head on his shoulder at the end of the day after scouting for another mystical creature that you were hoping to discover together. Content with her just being your partner on expeditions and longer sharing late night chats or calls because she would be going home to her fiance. So here you sat, her head resting on your shoulder, your head leaning on top of hers as the two of you watched your creatures playing in the suitcase, content.

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[distantdarlings]

ABSURDITY // n. scamander

RATING: PG / 2.6K WORDS

Newt Scamander x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* As Newt Scamander’s right-hand woman, you’ve always found it quite difficult to ignore your feelings for him. But, recently, it seems as though he’s also struggling to do so.

+ WARNINGS - Kissing, some light sensuality, yearning?, nothing else really (lmk if I missed anything)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Time to Pretend - MGMT

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The suitcase was absurd.

Well, it always was—it was an aging, leather case filled to the brim with magical creatures of all varieties, vast landscapes wherein they could roam, and all of the supplies necessary to take care of them. That was absurd. But, it was specifically out of control today.

The creatures were in a tussle, tossing and turning up a storm. Flaps of wings, hoots and whistles, and stomps large enough to rumble the faux ground echoed throughout the case.

A full moon was working its way around the earth, prepping the creatures for a wild, energetic night. And, in turn, they were prepping you and your partner for the same thing.

You both knew that once a month, the animals were considerably harder to handle than they were any other time. This tended to be true for the majority of the species you knew, but especially the wonderfully spoiled ones you resided around.

“Look out!” A distant call echoed off of the magically expanded walls, alerting you to the arrival of the very partner you were currently thinking of.

His copper hair shone beneath the artificial sun, scattering wildly with every bounding step the enormous Graphorn took to approach the edge of her habitat.

You giggled wildly at the sight, quickly backing into the foyer that connected all the different enclosures. The tile beneath you desperately needed sweeping but with the amount of creatures passing through it every day, it just wasn’t plausible to sweep it every day.

Your partner, Newt, and the towering Graphorn came to a skidding stop right before the foyer, where the young man slid down the length of the creature.

His freckled face caught the dim reflection of the room’s combined light sources. A large smile spread across his face and he opened his mouth to speak before a loud trumpeting interrupted him.

Coming over the hill in the north was the newest adolescent Graphorn who ran clumsily after his mother, desperately wanting to be included in the fun.

“Tommy’s had a rough go of it,” Newt laughed, brushing dust from his hands and crossing over into the foyer with you. “He’s awfully unhappy he can’t keep up with his mum.”

Tommy—referring to the baby who now cuddled against his much larger mother.

“He’ll get there eventually,” you responded. “And he’ll be even faster, for sure!”

He stopped before you, breathless and smiling widely. His typically timid demeanor was always bypassed when he was around his animals. Suddenly, he’d have the confidence of a politician.

Then, he’d go and do something just goofy enough to remind you who he was.

Like trip over a stray tile that had broken up slightly beneath the weight of all the case’s inhabitants. That stumble pushed him right into you, which caused you to lose your balance and fall backward. In a quick, but clumsy rebound, Newt managed to wrap an arm around your back to prevent you from hitting the floor. But, in doing so, he propelled himself forward in a second fall, effectively trapping you between the wall just behind you and his body.

You gasped at the sudden motion, breaths heaving against him. He was close enough that your chests were touching.

“Er, I’m sorry,” he stuttered. He immediately pushed off the wall and backed away, placing a nervous fingernail into his mouth. Though your cheeks were flushed, you managed to control your face pretty well.

“That’s alright, we all get tripped up,” you responded, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Newt had always been devastatingly shy. And the tension between the two of you had always been enormous. And it mounted daily.

Maybe it was wishful thinking, but it felt as though the heat was rising to a fever pitch. As though something was about to erupt, but both were too frightened to initiate it.

You weren’t sure exactly what was happening, but it was bitterly difficult to keep your resolve every time his clumsy self collapsed against you and accidentally touched you in all of the places you wished he would intentionally. It was agonizing.

And from the flush that flashed across his cheeks and drowned his freckles out, you had to assume he was feeling a little of the heat as well. You hoped.

“Me considerably more than others, I reckon,” he chuckled nervously, wringing his nerves out through his hands. His signature inability to look anyone directly in the eye seemed to come out full force when he was alone with you. You didn’t mind, though, as it allowed you to scan his body without the anxiety that came with accidentally catching his eyes.

“Perhaps so, dear,” you chuckled politely.

***

This was how all of your days went. Fleeting moments of scorching heat that blossomed in your belly and showed on his cheeks.

When would he make a move? When would you make a move? Did he even care for you the same way you did for him? You couldn’t bear to linger on these thoughts for too long, or else you’d be stuck on them all day and rendered completely useless in your daily chores.

Of course, if you had known how the week was going to end, you would have tried to spruce yourself up a bit before it did.

Three harmless, but ultimately ruinous, events occurred from the time he’d accidentally pinned you against the wall on Sunday to the final instance on the following Saturday.

On Tuesday, the two of you—though individually working on separate duties—had both realized that the Glow Bugs’ tank was dirtying a bit sooner than it usually did.

Without knowing the other was also gathering supplies to clean it out, the two of you had made your way toward the mid-sized tank and promptly touched the latch at the same time, caressing your skin against the other’s. The sensation flowed through your bodies like a jolt, sending you both flying back, both in shock and adoration.

Newt had dropped all of his supplies and cringed as you did the same. He’d helped you pick all of your things back up, effectively touching your hands with his another four times.

They were quick, mindless brushes but they still stuck in your head like a big, glowing sign.

***

On Thursday, he’d brought you a large glass of your favorite smoothie, citing his spotting the fruits in town made him think of you. So he’d grabbed them, whipped them up into a thinly blended beverage, and brought it to you while you were knee-deep in the swamp habitat, trying to tidy it up a bit.

“I realize now that this is probably bad timing,” he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That’s alright,” you laughed. “I’m very grateful! Here, I’ll come to the edge and you can give me a sip.”

You’d trudged through the thick mixture of mud and aquatic weeds that grew around your ankles, arms raised above your waist to avoid the dirtied water touching the bare flesh there.

He made his way as close to the grassy bank edge as he could and got down to his knees. He leaned forward, extending his body out slightly. You smiled thankfully and leaned your face toward him.

He stopped and watched you, eyes fluttering over your face as you waited for him to let you take a drink. Only, he didn’t stop.

“Er, Newt?”

“Sorry?” He appeared to snap out of something.

“You’re going to have to lean a bit closer,” you chuckled, eyes searching his. He couldn’t seem to pull his eyes from you.

“What?” His cheeks flushed.

“The drink?” you smiled, amused with the uncertainty in his voice.

“Oh! Sorry, sorry…” he replied. He held the drink out to you as if expecting you to take the glass from him. Your hands were disgusting, though, and you weren’t about to dirty the dishes like that.

So, instead, you kept your hands pulled away and instead placed your lips on the edge of the glass.

His lips parted slightly as he watched. He tilted the glass up against your mouth and let you take a few gentle swallows of the delicious drink. He couldn’t seem to look away.

When you pulled away, you ran a tongue over your lips. “Wow, that’s great, Newt! You get better at making that every time.”

He’d done nothing but mutter a tiny word of thanksgiving before backing away and wandering off again.

And, again, you were left wondering as you made your way back to the middle of the swamp.

***

On Friday, you thought you’d just tell him how important he was to you. You’d just happened to do it a moment too late.

The two of you had set down to a dinner that was far too rare around the case.

You had taken to making a bit of soup, adding all of your favorite spices just as your family had when you were younger. The broth had simmered, emanating a delicious aroma that circled the case just enough times to pull Newt out of whatever nook or cranny he was hiding in.

“Dinner? I figured we don’t eat together enough.”

“O-of course. That’d be wonderful.”

You’d set the table and you’d eaten in near complete silence until he stood abruptly.

His sudden movement almost frightened you until you realized he was only grabbing the dishes to set them in the wash basin. Wandlessly, he’d filled it to the brim with scalding water and set the bowls and cutlery in to let them soak.

Finally, you worked up the courage to discuss the tension.

“Newt, I—” you turned in your chair, getting to your feet. Newt, however, seemed to turn away from the wash basin at the same time and collided with you.

“Oh! Sorry, I—” His hands came up to stabilize you, soaking wetness from his hands permeating through your white top. The spatters of the moisture slowly revealed your body and undergarments to him.

A gasp left him as he all but choked on his surprise. He spluttered a million apologies, grabbing one of the folded dinner cloths and holding it to your body.

“It’s okay,” you laughed awkwardly, grabbing the napkin from him and pulling away.

There went your stupid confession.

***

By Saturday, you’d had it with the constant back and forth. The pressure had begun to weigh on your shoulders too much. You needed some kind of relief. And if that couldn’t be provided, you needed him to turn you down so you could move on with your life already.

Ideas had raced through your head all day as you tried to figure out what to do. There were a million ways you could tell him how you felt but there was only one you felt could truly work.

At least, that’s what you’d come down to. You’d made your decision on how you were going to tell him.

The working plan was to wait for him to get back from town where he’d disappeared to a few hours ago. Typically, he’d travel to whatever store or market was necessary to get things you both needed, and you would stay behind. You weren’t overly fond of browsing for supplies and interacting with the general public. Though painfully shy, he was much better at it than you were.

When he returned, you’d help him put away the things he’d purchased and then ask him to sit down before you both started your chores. Then, you’d just tell him. It was as simple as that. You hoped.

The plan, however, did not seem to go to plan.

Firstly, he’d returned about an hour earlier than you’d been expecting him, catching you in the middle of cleaning out the Bowtruckle habitat, elbow-deep in waste and old leaves. You probably smelled even worse than you looked.

Secondly, because your hands were so dirty and occupied, he’d bypassed asking you for help putting the things away and pulled himself into the kitchen, completely concealing him from your view.

You sighed and frustratedly blew a stray strand of hair out of your face, hands still dripping in nasty materials.

If you were going to have this out, it was probably best if you abandoned your current project, or else you wouldn’t catch him before he started his daily duties.

Annoyed, you tentatively slipped your gloves down your arms and set them on the edge of the habitat lock.

You made your way into the kitchen, following the auditory trail of his quiet rambling. It was never hard to find Newt due to how often he talked aloud to himself, there were just times when you clocked his exact location a bit too late and the two of you bumped into each other. Just like you always did.

His arms held a large canvas sack of mixed feed which wobbled in his arms due to its uneven weight. “Er, sorry, I didn’t expect you to be there.”

“No, that’s okay,” you shrugged. “I was coming to see if you needed any help.”

“No, I’m alright,” he responded. “Thank you, though.”

When silence ensued between the two of you, and your eyes fell away from each other, you decided it was probably best to just leave your relationship where it currently lay. It would be too much to work and be involved in any way other than professionally.

“Was there anything else?” he stuttered.

“Er, no, I guess not.”

And you both made to move to one side, only to choose the same direction and bump into each other again.

You giggled quietly, whispering apologies, before heading in the other direction. Only, he did too. And you bumped into each other again.

His eyes found yours as yours found his. He seemed to be preparing to apologize again, but there was no use in restraining yourself anymore.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake!” you announced frustratedly before pressing his face between your hands and pulling his lips to yours.

Shocked, he made a slight grunt into your mouth at the jolt of your collision, but—to your appreciation—he sighed and melted into the kiss. He let the heavy sack of feed slip from his arms and fall to the ground with a muffled thud.

With some kind of loose confidence, you felt his arms slide slowly around your waist as if he were enveloping an old friend in a hug rather than embracing a lover. Somehow, though, you preferred it.

When you finally pulled away from each other, foreheads resting together, breaths panting and heavy, no one spoke until he managed to stammer one small line out.

“I-I guess you finally caught onto me bumping into you all the time.”

Merlin’s sake…

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[oreithyia0]

Love how you wrote him!! Would love to see more of this

Helping Hand | Credence Barebone x Reader

RATING: Teen | GENRE: Hurt/Comfort | 1,808 words SUMMARY: You offer to help Credence from his situation. [Read on AO3]

The first time you saw the almost painfully pitiful young man named Credence Barebone, it was like looking in a mirror of your past self. You saw it in his downcast eyes and bowed head. You saw it in his frown-marred lips and hunched shoulders. You were once the same as he was. Perhaps the circumstances weren’t exactly the same, but you knew that he was a victim, similar to how you are now a survivor.

Fortunately, you had people who cared about you and managed to help you with your situation, and when you saw that poor young man all meek and vulnerable, you couldn’t bring yourself to turn a blind eye. Even if you didn’t know him personally, you believed that nobody deserved that kind of ill treatment, whatever it was. You couldn’t say for certain what the young man was going through, but you did know that he was in pain. And so, you approached him.

Keep reading

[princesevsnape]

Request Rules

First of all I want to say thank you to everyone that follows me and anyone that likes or re-blogs any of my posts. Even to the people who don’t follow me but still like my posts thank you so much. I genuinely appreciate it. Secondly I thought I would write a post on the rules when it comes to requesting fics, and what kind of things to expect.

I accept requests for fics, headcanons, and drabbles. At any point I have the right to not complete a request. I will try and write as many of the requests I get but sometimes some requests just don’t spark creativity. Or I might not be comfortable with certain requests. It is nothing against the person requesting it really will just be down to one of these factors. Most likely that it just doesn’t spark creativity. I will also post my own ideas just to keep the blog running as I don’t want to go weeks or even months without posting I want to keep my blog updated as much as I can.

Drabbles

For drabbles please request prompts from this list and send in which character you would like me to write the drabble for. I also do a prompt series where I randomly generate a character and one of the prompts. But you don’t have to do anything for those.

Headcanons

Give me a scenario and the character or characters you would like me to write for. (E.g dating would include for Cedric Diggory, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black etc). I also do the Slytherin Boys and Gryffindor Boys React series, where I write for specific characters. Please feel free to send in a scenario for this series. (E.g first kiss.) if you send in a scenario for this series it will get written for both the Slytherin and Gryffindor boys.

Fics

Send in a character you would like, (e.g Severus Snape) and give me a scenario of what the fic should be about (e.g summer romance). I prefer to write reader inserts. I try and keep reader gender neutral. Unless I’m writing smut I write for female reader as I find it easier. I might try to write for male reader if the request sparks creativity. Otherwise I try not to specify gender.

Alternatively send in a trope from this list and a character and I’ll do my best to write a fic.

I also love the trope that goes like the 3 times you almost kissed and the one time you did. So if you have any requests like that definitely send them in.

I will write for Marauders era characters, Golden Trio era characters and Fantastic Beasts characters.

I hope this post helps you all when it comes to sending in requests. Requests will always be open so please send them in. Or if you have any questions please feel free to ask me.

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Check out my upcoming posts to keep track of what to expect soon

[snowyslytherinowl]

Most Crushed on Male Harry Potter Characters: A Study (Version 1)

I was wondering what male characters from Harry Potter (including Hogwarts Legacy and Fantastic Beasts) are the most crushed on. When I couldn’t find anything online that answered my question, I decided to take it into my own hands and research it for myself. I looked at reader-insert fanfics and thirst trap videos on 4 websites (AO3, Tumblr, Wattpad, and TikTok) since I think it’s the most effective way of seeing how many people want to be the focus of a Harry Potter boy’s affection. Here are the results as of August 6, 2023! 

Note: I researched other characters (ex. Matteo Riddle, Charlie Weasley) that weren’t listed here, but some of them didn’t make the cut on any website. I’ve also never seen Fantastic Beasts or played/watched videos of Hogwarts Legacy, so it’s possible that I missed loved characters from those parts of the Harry Potter universe. 

The second version of this study is now out! You can find it here!

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AO3

What I did: I researched how many works are under “(male character)/reader” and “(male character)/you.” The number of works under these tags differed, so the number in parentheses is the higher number of works between those 2 tags. I only counted pairings with at least 300 works.

Results:

Draco Malfoy (1,414 works)

Severus Snape (1,013 works) 

Sirius Black (890 works)

Remus Lupin (817 works) 

Sebastian Sallow (710 works) 

Fred Weasley (698 works) 

George Weasley (627 works)

Harry Potter (401 works) 

James Potter (332 works) 

Newt Scamander (326 works) 

Tom Riddle/Voldemort (316 works) 

Ominis Gaunt (310 works)

Potential problems: I think the AO3 results are the most accurate since for the most part, all reader-insert works are under only 1 name of the character, not something like “Snape/reader” and then “Severus Snape/reader.” However, I did notice that there were sometimes works with 2 characters where 1 character had a relationship with the character, while the other character was in a loveless arranged marriage or some sort of non-con relationship that the author didn’t mean to romanticize. 

TUMBLR

What I did: I researched “(male character) x reader,” “(male character) x you,” and “(male character) x y/n.” The number of followers under these tags sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of followers between the 3 tags. I only counted characters that had a reader-insert tag with at least 2k followers. Some characters are tied because Tumblr only shows followers in thousands, not the specific number. 

Results:

Draco Malfoy (13k followers) 

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin (11k followers)

Fred Weasley and James Potter (8k followers)

Newt Scamander and George Weasley (6k followers)

Regulus Black and Tom Riddle (5k followers)

Cedric Diggory and Severus Snape (4k followers)

Theodore Nott and Sebastian Sallow (3k followers)

Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Ominis Gaunt (2k followers)

Potential problems: Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like “Remus Lupin x reader” and “Lupin x reader.” I had to exclude Harry’s tags because a lot of the works under those tags were mixed with reader-inserts or other characters. Also, there are probably some thirst photos/GIFs on Tumblr for male characters that aren’t tagged as a reader-insert. 

WATTPAD

What I did: I researched “(male character) x reader,” (male character) x you, and (male character) x y/n. The number of results under these tags sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of results between the 3 tags. I only counted characters that had a reader-insert tag with at least 10k results. Some characters are tied because Wattpad doesn’t show the exact number of results. 

Results:

Draco Malfoy (68.5k results) 

Neville Longbottom (53.4k results)

Newt Scamander (50.9k results)

Cedric Diggory (49.3k results) 

Ominis Gaunt (37.5k results) 

Ron Weasley (26.3k results) 

Remus Lupin (19.4k results) 

Sirius Black and James Potter (18.9k results) 

Severus Snape (18.4k results) 

Fred Weasley (15.9k results)

George Weasley (12.8k results)

Theodore Nott (11k results) 

Tom Riddle (10.7k results)

Potential problems: I don’t think these results are very accurate. Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like Remus Lupin x reader and Lupin x reader. I had to exclude Harry again because his results pulled up results for other characters. Similarly, searches for other characters pulled up reader-insert stories written only for a different character. 

TIKTOK

What I did: I looked up “(male character) thirst” on TikTok and filtered the results to show videos in order of highest number of likes to least number of likes. The first video wasn’t necessarily a thirst video of that character, so I had to manually search for the thirst video with the highest number of likes. I only recorded characters where their thirst video with the highest number of likes had at least 10k likes. Some are tied because the same video covered multiple characters. 

Results:

Harry Potter (3m likes)

Newt Scamander (447.6k likes)

Neville Longbottom (295.4k likes)

Dean Thomas (206.9k likes)

Cedric Diggory (131.6k likes)

Fred, Ron, George, and Bill Weasley (123.8k likes)

Draco Malfoy (91.6k likes)

Severus Snape (57.5k likes)

Remus Lupin (21.4k likes )

Lucius Malfoy (21k likes)

Sirius Black and James Potter (17.6k likes)

Potential problems: There were so many problems with finding videos on TikTok that romanticized the character, so I would take the TikTok results with a grain of salt. It was really frustrating to research on TikTok LMAO. I originally just looked up videos with the name of the character, but it took forever to find a thirst video and it was sometimes difficult to tell if it was an actual thirst. For example, there were some edits of Snape that showed him as a kid and a grown-up and it wasn’t clear if the creator was romanticizing him. For this reason, I know that the rankings I listed are most likely inaccurate because there are definitely thirst videos of characters that weren’t labeled as thirst videos. Also, for the results I gave for Harry, I looked up “Harry Potter thirst” and chose the video that @miwallbank duetted and had the most likes. 

COMBINING THE NUMBERS 

For accuracy reasons, I left out the numbers of results from TikTok because I think that my research was inaccurate for the most part. 

Draco Malfoy (approximately 82,914 admirers)

Newt Scamander (approximately 57,226 admirers)

Neville Longbottom (approximately 55,400 admirers)

Cedric Diggory (approximately 53,300 admirers)

Ominis Gaunt (approximately 39,810 admirers)

Remus Lupin (approximately 31,217 admirers)

Sirius Black (approximately 30,790 admirers)

Ron Weasley (approximately 28,300 admirers)

James Potter (approximately 27,232 admirers)

Fred Weasley (approximately 24,598 admirers)

Severus Snape (approximately 23,413 admirers)

George Weasley (approximately 19,427 admirers)

Theodore Nott (approximately 14,000 admirers)

Tom Riddle (approximately 5,316 admirers)

Regulus Black (approximately 5,000 admirers)

Sebastian Sallow (approximately 3,710 admirers)

Do I think these final results are accurate? Most likely not, so take the final results with a grain of salt. Also, these results aren’t necessarily indicative of how much a character is crushed on since there are probably plenty of people who don’t write fanfiction or follow tags on their loved character. I might do this again, but this is what I have for now. Thanks for reading!

[enderfenderdragon]

god i love this. its so good

Hi can I pls request a Newt Scamander fic with

“Are you wearing my perfume/cologne”

Thank you!!!❤️

Warnings: NONE

When you came into the room all you saw was a lump under the covers. You smiled as you watched Newt lay under the warm blankets, you were happy to be back from your trip with friends.

When you got close to him, sitting at the edge of the bed and leaning over to see his cute little face you noticed something. He shifted towards you and cracked his eyes open looking up at you smiling sleepily.

“Are you wearing my perfume darling?” You asked as you brushed the hair from his face. He was half asleep at this point and you noticed he was curled up in one of the larger sweaters that you owned and was holding your pillow.

“Is this what you do when I’m not home for multiple days lovey?” You say and you cen tell that he’s more conscious now by the way he’s looking at you.

“I like wearing your sweaters and smelling your perfume when you’re out for long, it makes me feel safe” he murmured into your pillow and you couldn’t help but smile as you watched him.

When you got ready for bed and into the arms of your lover you couldn’t help but notice the tension that was in him melt away in your embrace. The last thought you had before falling asleep was how lucky you were to have Newt in your life.

[dhr-ao3]

Stigmata

Stigmata https://ift.tt/B8smCIv by heiisun Ever since the witch was born, she had always wished that she retained proper magical education. Due to her situation living in the British Overseas Territory named Gibraltar, the witch was almost never exposed by magic. In fear of becoming an obscurial, forced to suppress her magical prowess, she begs her father to place her in any nearby wizarding school. Bigoted, in favor of Hogwarts, her father and mother wanted the best of the best, asking the ministry to give them a special pardon of some sort. It has been years of wishing and learning magic slowly, the girl receives a mysterious letter in front of their door. Finally, a magical invitation to Hogwarts in her Year Four! Join the witch in her journey as a student, discovering her identity and the mysteries that underly their family.   NOTE: I'm really bad at summaries. Words: 7629, Chapters: 6/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Hogwarts Legacy (Video Game), Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang, Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Albus Dumbledore, Niamh Fitzgerald, Sebastian Sallow, Newt Scamander, Ominis Gaunt, Poppy Sweeting, Amos Diggory Relationships: Ron Weasley/Reader, Cedric Diggory/Reader, Harry Potter/Reader, Viktor Krum/Reader, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Additional Tags: Harry Has A Small Crush, Reader is Gryffindor, Nice Cho Chang, No Romantic Rivalry, Cedric Isn't With Cho Yet, I hate tags, Why Did I Write This?, Hogwarts Legacy References, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them References, Mentions Sebastian Sallow, Mentions Newt Scamander, reader is female, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mentions Ominis Gaunt, Mentions Poppy Sweeting, Slow Burn, Reader-Insert, Slow Romance, Fluff, No Smut, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/9uha3cQ July 06, 2023 at 11:31PM

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Dear Universe Love Reader

by nincompoopydoo A collection of "x reader" shorts written for characters across multiple fandoms, initially posted on my tumblr blog (@nincompoopydoo). Words: 6569, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Criminal Minds (US TV), Top Gun (Movies), IT (Movies - Muschietti), Agent Carter (TV), Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, DC Extended Universe, Merlin (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Newt Scamander, James Potter, Theseus Scamander, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Sir Percival, Percival (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin), Richie Tozier, Loki (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Daniel Sousa, Poe Dameron, Armitage Hux, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen Relationships: Newt Scamander/Reader, James Potter/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Fred Weasley/Reader, George Weasley/Reader, Robert "Bob" Floyd/Reader, Aaron Hotchner/Reader, Sir Percival/Reader, Richie Tozier/Reader, Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Sam Wilson/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers & Reader, Daniel Sousa/Reader, Poe Dameron/Reader, Armitage Hux/Reader, Bruce Wayne/Reader, Barry Allen/Reader, Percival (Merlin)/Reader Additional Tags: One Shot Collection, Reader-Insert via https://ift.tt/K1wxe6i

[aboutanancientenquiry]

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: Zoology and Ecology in Herodotus’ Histories

Colin MacCormack

Among ancient historical works, Herodotus’ Histories stand out in the unusually large amount of space dedicated to discussions of animals. Whereas only 42 animal references occur in Thucydides, Herodotus furnishes readers with a massive 804 references to at least 111 different animal terms (Smith 1992). These many references primarily fall into one of two categories: an archaic register wherein Herodotus thinks with animals and a late fifth-century register, the topic of this paper, wherein Herodotus thinks about animals. Some references to animals in Herodotus clearly channel archaic poetic conventions, namely symbolic usages within puns, oracles, portents and myths, (thinking with animals), but the majority of references to animals in the Histories comment on behavior, reproduction and ecology (thinking about animals). These zoological inquiries not only furnish additional evidence for Herodotus’ close engagement with contemporary intellectual trends, they reveal the close connection between landscape, animals and humans running throughout his work.

Scholarship from the last two decades has convincingly shown that Herodotus, through his proclivity for schematization, rationalization, and causation, actively engages with contemporary political, scientific and philosophical thought (Raaflaub 2002; Thomas 2000). Concerning animals, his theories on physiology and reproductive habits have much in common with natural philosophy and medical texts from the fifth and sixth centuries. For example, he attributes the absence of horns among Scythian cattle to the region’s extreme cold, pointing to the opposite situation in Libya to support his argument (4.28-9). A very similar idea, also in explicit reference to Scythian livestock, runs throughout Airs, Waters, Places (18-21) and Democritus postulated how cold affects the humors influencing horn and nail growth (DK 68A153-5). However, these echoes do not become mere parroting; Herodotus also inserts evidence that complicates such models, such the inexplicable absence of mules in Elis, which climatological theory alone cannot account for (4.30).

Similarly, Herodotus’ division of creatures into having either many offspring (πολύγονα) or few (ὀλιγόγονα; 3.108) and the various mechanisms behind these characteristics likewise reflect his engagement with contemporary intellectual trends. Though Democritus, Empedocles and Hippocratics all addressed some aspect of πολύγονα, this dichotomy of prolific and non-prolific species appears first in Herodotus (Thomas 2000). Furthermore, instead of anatomical explanations for fertility normally offered (number or shape of wombs, under/overabundance of sperm, etc.), Herodotus alone points to behavior as influencing population. According to him, without the habit of male cats killing kittens (2.66) or of baby vipers killing their mothers (3.108), both populations would explode in number. He attributes this natural self-regulation to a divine insight (τοῦ θείου ἡ προνοίη) overseeing the world, a theory reminiscent of the Prometheus myth from Plato’s Protagoras (321b5-6). More generally, unlike the macroscopic speculations on cosmology or matter of the natural philosophers, Herodotus instead prefers observation (opsis) on mundane subjects, such as geology, flora and fauna (Romm 2006).

Aside from its modernity, these zoological investigations also reveal an underlying methodology: the interconnectivity of humans and their environment. Biological investigations almost exclusively occur within ethnographic sections and operate to comment on both a landscape and its people. For example, the discussions of horns and climate mentioned above underscore the harshness of Scythia and, by extension, its people. Similarly, as he describes the outer limits of the known world, Herodotus folds in increasingly fantastic creatures. Giant snakes and dog-headed men inhabit the outer reaches of Libya (4.191-2) while the far north is home to griffins and werewolves (4.13, 27, 105). The fabulous resources of Arabia and India are guarded by equally fabulous creates like giant ants and flying snakes (3.107-11). Notably, the most developed animal catalogue occurs as part of a description of Egyptian religious customs (2.65-76). Herodotus’ commentaries on animals allow him to develop a rich tapestry of the world and its people as well as reflect the unique, even progressive position his work holds in the evolution of Greek thought."

Colin MacCormack, PhD, Classics, teaches at the University of Alabama

A very interesting text. My only remark is that, concerning the reports in Histories on fabulous animals from what were for the Greeks of the Classical era the "fringes" of the world, Herodotus mentions often his sources, usually in the form of "as x group of people says", distancing in this way somehow himself from what he reports, and in some cases he expresses openly his desbelief for what his sources had told him, as it is the case with the Neurians turned to werewolves and with the cynocepali and other imaginary animals of Africa.

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Hiding From The Bullies

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Thank you to @creativepromptsforwriting for these prompts; Twenty-Fourth Day of Gift-Giving: Twenty-Four Touches. There will be more of these fics to come as they are a work in progress but I hope you like what I have so far

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Foreheads pressed together, a silent way to say “I’m here” – Newt Scamander x reader

He rushed up to the room of requirement, knowing that it was where you would be. He’d heard about the fight that you’d been involved in, the one where you had tried to stand up for yourself against your bully and instead all he’d done was knock you over and injure you whilst also wounding your pride. Newt had been in a special class at the time with Professor Dumbledore when he’d heard about the fight, your best friend Cynthia rushing to tell you, and whilst Professor Dumbledore had rushed off to deal with the bully, he had raced towards you. Finding you hidden in a small room surrounded by your Muggle comforts he wasn’t really surprised that it was here that you found your calm. You were snuggling a soft brown teddy bear when you hear him whisper

“My sweet Y/N” as he kneels down next to you. Immediately you throw your arms around his neck and begin to sob, even though you hadn’t received more than a small graze to the arm, it had hurt your pride more and you had needed the comfort of your boyfriend in this moment. You tilt your head up and Newt leans his forehead against your own as you give him a watery smile, you knew it was his way of saying that he was here for you no matter what.

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Arranged

Summary: Newt Scamander/reader; After newt is expelled you enter an arranged marriage think you’ll never be able to see him again

It was better this way; is what you’d tell yourself. After you’d found out Newt was going to be expelled; you’d agreed to your fathers arranged marriage proposal. You knew you’d never get the chance to see Newt again. Your father cared too much for his status and ideals to let you associate with someone who was expelled.

He’d arranged a huge party; all of the pureblood families there; you were allowed to wander; to have whatever you wished as tomorrow you were to be brought to your new husbands house. You were surprised to see Newt awkwardly standing against the wall Theseus a short ways off glancing back to him and rolling his eyes.

“Newton.” You settle next to him trying to keep an eye on your father so he won’t be upset you’re not talking to everyone.

“Y/N.” He grins a little and you smile softly.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He nods to your comment sweeping his arm around at the party.

“And all this is for?” You swallow, almost grateful your father calls you back.

“Now while we know my family's line has been pureblood and traceable back centuries it was hard press to find a match as worthy as the one I have found for my daughter. While there have been small misunderstandings and issues on both our families parts; I’m sure our combined influence will smooth all of those right over. Tomorrow my darling Y/N will be married off to continue our family's legacy. We thank you for being able to come and support us on this night. Please enjoy the rest of the party.” You don’t look at Newt but you can feel how his gaze tracks you.

“Father is it alright if I go outside for a moment; I want to see the night sky from home.” You offer what you hope is a sad smile and his hand wraps your shoulder.

“Of course dear.” You hug him a moment too long so you see Newt vanishing outside while out of view of your parents. You retreat out to the garden and wander to the lakes shore.

“Y/N. You can’t be serious! You can’t agree to this!!!” Newt’s voice almost ripples the water.

“It’s for the best; I’ll still be my own person; I just; I don’t want to be at Hogwarts without you.”

“When did I say I wasn’t going to Hogwarts?”

“You were expelled Newt! I’m pretty sure that means you can’t come back.”

“Just for the rest of the term; I’m coming back after winter holidays.” You try to stop yourself from crying.

“Oh y/n; oh sweetheart.” His voice is soft and you shake your head.

“I wanted to show you something.” You nudge his shoulder towards the lake. You hum softly and watch the water ripple a Kelpie rising out of it, teeth shimmering as it spots you it closes it’s mouth and ducks its head slightly.

“A kelpie?”

“He’s so kind Newt; he wouldn’t hurt anyone. As long as I give him fish. I’m going to ask father if I can bring him.”

“To your betrothed’s house?”

“Yes he’ll protect me if I need.” You press your hand to his muzzle and he presses his forehead to yours before turning to Newt and stepping slightly out of the lake, bumping his forehead against Newts hand.

“I just touched a Kelpie.” He speaks in awe and you grin.

“Yes. Klaus is very sweet I assure you.” Your voice is soft and you wrap your hands around Klaus’ neck.

“Y/N! come inside we’re having your favourite deserts.” You smile nodding to Klaus who sinks below the lake's surface. You chew your lip before walking slightly closer to Newt.

“Newt.” He turns slightly eyebrow arching when you lean forward to kiss his lips softly.

“I’m sorry. I; I love you.” You sigh, turning and rushing inside allowing your father to wrap you in his arms before passing you to your mother who fixes your hair and then hands you a plate filled with a variety of deserts. You reach for your favourite among them trying not to look at how Newt almost glares at the piece you’ve bitten from.

You’re woken up in the morning by your mother; who offers you a charmed necklace that allows you to see the person you hold most dear. You slide into the bathroom opening the locket to hear a soft groan in confusion.

“Hello?” you offer out and snap the locket closed after you see Newt’s half awake form on his bed.

The carriage ride is boring and when you get to the train station you don’t look at the name of the town; unsure if you’d even recognize it. Your father had assured you that Klaus was allowed to go with you; he’d already been moved to be settled in. Your father hadn’t said much about the place you would be living; only that it was large and expansive with a forest and small lake for Klaus. He mentioned your new father-in-law worked for the ministry; and your new mother-in-law was a stay at home mother; as well as having a side business to keep her busy. You didn’t ask beyond the vague descriptions he’d given and you spend the rest of the three hour train ride trying not to worry about anything beyond Klaus.

Klaus is the first thing you see and you run to him throwing your arms around his neck as he stamps in the small enchanted pool they’d brought him in.

“We decided it best to not worry the family by dumping him here. We’ve been told you and your new husband will have your own cottage on the family grounds; we’re bringing you there and you’ll be kept there until your new husband wakes and decides to visit you.” You nod letting your parents lead you to your new house and holding onto them for the last time. Klaus seems to relax as you let him swim in the lake, stroking his mane and feeding him fish. You retreat to the house waiting; surprised when you see a small green creature wandering on the counter.

“A bowtruckle?” You tilt your head letting the creature wander over to you; you offer it a small crumb of the biscuit you’re eating and it happily takes it as you debate clearing off the table that’s piled with mountains of things. You look to the bowtruckle.

“You think it's safe? Would he get mad if I organized his research?” The bowtruckle offers a small squeak and you nod, carefully lifting it to ride on your shoulder.

“I hope he wakes soon. I don’t think I can go back outside without someone getting upset.” You sigh sitting on the couch and picking at threads on your dress. You tilt your head catching sight of something glittering behind the armchair. You lean over shocked to see piles of gems and galleons. You stare a little longer and notice tangles of wire and shimmering ribbon.

“it must be a niffler nest. How interesting.” You try your best not to cry, to not think of Newt but you fail, curling to the side of the niffler nest and sobbing. The little bowtruckle scrambles off of you and you wince realizing you’ve scared it off.

You wait for a moment confused to hear footsteps. You debate if it’s worth moving and decide it’s not; your new husband can do whatever he wants for the moment.

“Just let us know if you need anything sweetheart.” You listen for a response but hear none; instead the woman continues to talk to who you assume is your new husband.

“I know you’re upset dear; but it really is for the best; you both can go back to Hogwarts now. Everything has been smoothed over. Just think about it?” The woman sighs.

“Are you in here? Your father dropped your um, friend off.” You can hear the woman ask and you stay quiet, flicking open the locket to see Newt slumped over a table.

“’M sorry.” You mumble and stand shaking off the heartache you can feel settling in your chest. You make your way back to the front room intent on trying to be strong to meet your new husband; but you’re confused to see Newt head down on the table his mother awkwardly reassuring him.

“Mother; you don’t; I appreciate you trying to make this better but you can’t. She’s gone.” He sighs dramatically turning to stare out the window.

“Newt; sweetheart.” She starts but you put a finger to your lips as she’s about to introduce you.

“I’ll leave you two alone. Don’t be so rude to her; you’re going to spend the rest of your life with her.” His mother snaps and you watch as he watches her leave. He nudges his shoulder and the bowtruckle clambers out and squeaks when it sees you.

“I suppose you’re meant to be my wife. If you dislike magical creatures I’d suggest you take up the spare room in the main house. This is where my creatures stay.” He keeps his eyes trained on the bowtruckle not looking over to you. You chew your lip debating what to say but the chance is over when Newt suddenly looks up almost angry.

“I’m sorry our parents put us in this mess but the silent treatment will only work for so long. Hello I’m Newton Artemis Scamamder. You are?”

“Fido; you forgot Fido.” You grin at him and he stumbles falling out of his chair.

“Newt? Are you-“ You don’t finish he all but pounces on you clinging to you as he holds you.

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Heeeey ! I really love your writings! Can I request a Rercival Graves x reader ? Like really fluffy, maybe a younger reader being comforted ? Domestic kind ? Let your magic happen ahaha (sorry for my english and greetings from Paris :) ! )

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Aw, thanks so much! And your English is perfect, don’t you worry! Hello to Paris!!

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You try to keep your crying as quiet as possible. It had been a bad day at the Ministry and you just couldn’t handle it today.

But Graves was sleeping, and you didn’t want to wake him with your trivial matters.

You feel him shift against you. You hold your breath in a panic, hoping he doesn’t wake. After a few moments, he seems to settle down.

You let out a shaky breath.

“You gonna tell me what's going on?”

His voice is low, gruff from sleep, but you feel the concern even though his breath tickling your ear.

You sniff. “No.”

You feel him pause, and you know he’s thinking through options just as he does at work. “Alright then.”

He flicks his wand, and the room brightens with dim light. You rub your eyes. “I said no.”

He shrugs. “You don’t gotta tell me anything, but you can’t stop me from trying to make you feel better anyway.”

You break into a watery smile and lean against him. His arms wrap around you at once, and with another flick of the wand, he’s got hot chocolate ready for you.

“Thank you,” you manage to get out. 

He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he presses a kiss to your forehead, and reminds you that he will always be there for you.

And that makes your whole day feel so much better.

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Injured (Newt Scamander)

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Words: 1746

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Originally posted to my Wattpad account.

   Newt nimbly dove to the side as a large paw came raking through the dirt. A growl and snarl met his movements as he threw himself through the dirt and jumped to his feet, his wand flying out of his sweaty hands.

   The roars of the beast's heads sent Pickett scrambling up Newt's jacket and into his hair in an attempt to hide. Eyes darting to her friend's wand discarded in the dirt, Newt's companion, (Y/n), bravely called out in order to get the beasts attention, drawing it's focus from the man who reached up to sloppily relocate a certain small, green creature from his hair.

   "C'mere!" Loudly She yelled, stealing it's attention. Her eyes widened as three snarling heads spun in her direction, the canine's hackles straight up in the air as it whipped towards her.

   "(Y/n)-" Newt cried. "Don't! He's already startled- anymore loud noises-"

   "Then why are you yelling at me?" She objected, throwing herself into a clumsy roll over the ground in order to avoid a very large paw that tried to practically smack her straight out of existence. With a huff, she spit out the dirt she had gotten in her mouth before her eyes darted up just as the beast made a leap to pounce on her.

   "Newt-!" She found herself screeching, barely managing to roll to the side and scramble to her feet. Newt barely managed to shove Pickett safely into his pocket before clambering over to his wand. He scooped it up with a lazy hand before (Y/n) darted towards him.

   The beast was hot on her heels, however, as (Y/n) bowled down Newt, they both yelled as the three headed dog's jaws snapped at their feet.

   Quickly struggling to their feet, the two glanced at each other before turning their gazes to the creature. Both their eyes widened, before (Y/n) burst into action. The beast rushed towards them, paws flying and an angry glare in its eyes, lashing it's paws out and sending slobber everywhere.

   Reacting quickly, (Y/n) began to shove Newt out of the way, trying to move both herself and the man from the giant dog's path before teeth connected with her shoulder. Newt watched as a screech left her lips as the dog threw her across the room. A sickening crunch caused the man to reel back and a wince to cross his face as his companion slammed into a nearby tree. Her body tumbled to the ground, limp as she laid curled in the dirt, unconsciously curled around her new, raw injuries.

   The cracks of her body replied in his mind for just a moment, before Newt drew in a sharp breath. He watched his beast wheel around to face him. The dog's heads lowered threateningly as it snapped it's jaws at him, blood mixed into the drool dripping from beneath the middle head's tongue. The canine's hackles were so stiff in the air they seemed to tremble at the effort.

   Eyes still darting to the precious girl on the floor, he muttered, "That's it." Lifting his wand, he had a hard glare in his eye. He understood this animal had been abused- the scars running down it's side proved it- but the way it lashed out and attacked was reason enough to put it under a sleep like trance.

   "Immobulus!" Newt shouted, and before he could even blink the animal slowly crumpled to the ground, automatically filling the case with the rumble of it's snores. And yet, the earth-shaking breaths still seemed quiet compared to the loud growls from before.

   Without a second thought, Newt rushed to (Y/n)'s side. A worried breath left his lips as he looked down at her. Kneeling beside her frame, he took in all the blood that was slowly seeping from the obvious, ragged teeth marks that had torn through her shirt.

   Deciding he needed to act fast, he swore under his breath followed by a quick apology to the girl. Sticking his wand deep inside one of the wounds, he muttered a healing spell.

   "Altum sanitatum," He repeated over and over again, each time having to plunge his poor, bloody tipped wand into a new tear in (Y/n)'s flesh and slowly dragging it across the raw, open muscle there.

   (Y/n) began to rouse, whimpering as her hand reached out to grasp at seemingly anything in reach. Gently, Newt laid a hand on her forehead, shushing her as he finished up. He ignored when her weak hand gently grasped at his pants, only finishing his work as quickly as possible. Then, he awkwardly wiggled his arms under her form, before lifting her into the air with a slight struggle, seeing as he was still sitting by the time he had gathered her into his arms.

   Quickly, Newt rushed back to his cabin, unknowingly drawing the attention of a worried demiguise who trailed behind. Kicking open the door, Newt hurried to haphazardly fling everything off his desk with his elbows. Then, slowly and carefully, he laid the girl in his arms on the desk. Cradling her head in the nook of his arm, his hand fluttered down to the new scars on her exposed shoulder.

   Gulping, the quiet man shuffled back on his feet, eyes glancing over the bloody, torn fabric. Just in that moment, he noticed Pickett had at some point clambered clumsily out of his pocket. The silly little creature was grasping at (Y/n)'s chin- apparently trying to wake her.

   Newt decided to leave Pickett with the girl- knowing she would find it a comfort when she woke- and softly leaned back against the table behind him. Without a word, he watched over her as he waited for her to wake. Dougal joined him, wide golden eyes latched onto the girl as he curled up into Newt's side.

   The minute her eyes fluttered open, Newt rushed forward. He had to stop himself, remind himself that she was just injured- he needed to be careful with her.

   "(Y/n)?" His voice gently called. Slowly, her eyes drifted over to him, before being dragged to the tiny creature that hopped up and down on her chest, fighting with Newt for her attention.

   Quietly clearing his throat, Newt once again tried to earn her focus, "(Y/n)."

   Finally, her eyes connected with his. Newt fought the urge to look away, hide his eyes, reminding himself that at the moment she was his patient.

   "Newt?" Her voice was groggy, confused. "My side-"

   "What about your side?" Cautiousness thrown to the wind and long forgotten, the man practically jumped on her. His hand connected with her shirt, and without really thinking about it he tugged it up. Sickly yellow and purple marks were beginning to appear on her skin. Thick, blue veins crawled through the mess of colour and disappeared past the marks. All around leading to under her, her skin was an angry, agitated red.

   "Newt," (Y/n) complained, shoving her shirt back down.

   Stuttering even in his mind, Newt licked his lips before explaining, "I'm- I'm sorry, (Y/n), but I think you may have some broken ribs. I don't quite know- Well, I do- but I don't- I know a spell but I've never used it before-"

   Dougal's hand gripped onto the back of Newt's pants leg. The poor man nearly jumped out of his skin, glancing down to the small animal who looked up at him with a disapproving stare. Taking a moment to calm himself, Newt's eyes flickered nervously back to the girl in front of him. Unfortunately, Newt took note of the fact that (Y/n) was being extremely patient with him. She was in pain, and yet she was so used to his rambling awkwardness that her careful, steady (e/c) eyes encouraged him as her lips turned up in a patient smile. Honestly, it just made him more nervous.

   Swallowing his ridiculous fears, Newt muttered, "I can try the spell if you want me to."

   "What is it?" (Y/n) asked, shuffling uncomfortably, hand moving to gently brush at her bruised side.

   "Ferula. It wouldn't do much-" Newt suddenly rushed out, huffing before trying to slow himself down. "But it will support the broken bones, and I believe ease any pain you might have-"

   "Do it," (Y/n) suddenly encouraged him, hand moving to latch onto one of his.

   Astounded, Newt gulped slightly, eyes shifting slightly before he asked, "That quickly?"

   "Yes," Once again, (Y/n) jumped on her reply. Licking his lips, Newt took a couple shuffling steps back. (Y/n) released his hand, letting her arm hang off the table in an attempt to keep it out of the way. With another gulp, Newt pulled out his wand, and hovered it over the bruises.

   "Ferula," He tried his best to enunciate, not wanting to mess up the spell. The minute a relieved sigh flew from (Y/n)'s lips, he felt his entire body relax. Shoulders slumping forward, he lowered his wand.

   "You're still going to have to take it easy," He stated the exact minute it came to mind. "Especially after the scare you gave me. I was so scared I don't think I even realised I was scared."

   "That didn't make sense," (Y/n) replied with a snort, slowly easing herself into a sitting position, scooping Pickett into one of her hands and gently resting him on her shoulder.

   "Maybe it wasn't supposed to," Newt sassed, tucking his wand away carefully. A sudden confidence brought about by worry urged through him, and gingerly Newt reached forward. His hand rested underneath (Y/n)'s chin, and he raised her face to look him straight in the eye. Confused yet intrigued, (Y/n) locked eyes with him.

   "I want you to be more careful from now on," A protective edge fell upon his voice, his beautiful eyes flickering between her own. "I'm serious. Sometimes we both forget- these animals can be dangerous. Just like us, when they're scared they lash out. We both need to be more careful."

   Letting out a soft breath of air, (Y/n) nodded, "I don't think you really needed to tell me that. I think the broken ribs were lesson enough."

   Rolling his eyes, Newt's gaze flickered down to Dougal, who still had one of his hands clamped around Newt's pants. A warm, fond light shimmered in his eyes as he glanced back up to (Y/n). Her joking, tired smile brought a grin of his own to his lips. Hesitantly, he let his hands carefully grasp hers. He watched happily as the smile on her face grew, a giggle escaping her chest.

   "It's the thought that counts," He declared quietly, a soft blush taking over his cheeks.

(A.N.- I hope you enjoyed.)

[valkyriepirate]

Newt Scamander x Reader One Shot- Lean On Me

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night and notice Newt's absence. You go searching for him in his suitcase to find him passed out over his papers and try to bring him back to bed.

Warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff :)

Word count: 1.3k words

A/N: I wrote this simply to satisfy my Newt craving. He is an adorable little cinnamon roll that must be protected at all costs.

#4- Lean On Me

You pried open your eyes and squinted in the darkness. The other side of the bed was vacant; you knew it without rolling over. Newt’s presence had become so familiar to you that when he wasn’t there, it was as if part of your heart had gone missing.  

You sat up, rubbing your face groggily. There was a light on somewhere in the house. You slid your feet into your slippers and padded toward the source, hugging your thin nightgown to your body. It had begun to get chilly, especially at night, and oftentimes Newt found you cuddled up in bed, shrouded by a multitude of blankets.  

The suitcase was propped open on a table in the foyer. A dim light glowed from within.  

Yawning, you stepped over the rim and descended into its depths. The creatures weren’t exactly aware of the passage of day and night in the suitcase, but most had seemed to settle once the sun had set in the outside world. A few of the nocturnal ones hooted and hummed as you entered.

“Newt?” you called sleepily, lighting a candle from the cabinet. “Are you awake?”

You turned a corner to his study, a small nook by the stairs crammed with bookshelves and creature care appliances. There he was, sleeping sprawled over his desk, stray papers from his latest endeavor strewn about, hair ruffled and mouth open slightly. You smiled at the sight of your husband. You’d given up urging him to go to bed months ago, realizing that he all too often tried to heed your words but became so swept up in his work that he lost track of time.  

You came up behind him, sliding your hands over his shoulders. “My love,” you kissed the top of his head. “Won’t you come up to bed?”

He started awake, blinking sleep from his eyes. “(Y-Y/N)?” He had a line imprint on his cheek where he’d fallen asleep on the table. He looked at his papers in confusion and began gathering them together. “What time is it?”

You ran your hand down the length of his arm and slipped your fingers into his ink-stained ones, preventing him from touching his work. “Time to go to bed,” you whispered, lips brushing his ear.  

He stopped and leaned into your touch as you ran your thumb over his knuckles. He trapped your fingers, brought them to his lips, and nodded.  

You helped him to his feet and sneaked a hand around his torso as you led him up the stairs. Newt, of course, was wholly capable of climbing the stairs by himself, but you wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to close the physical distance between you two.  

Newt didn’t seem to mind. You were the bolder one when it came to affection, but he always caught your touches and held you closer as if he could make them last forever. Often he would absentmindedly caress your arm or twirl a curl of your hair between his fingers. It was in the little things that you knew Newt showed the most care; sometimes a single touch from him said more than a thousand words.  

You tugged him into the bedroom you shared and released your hold as you went to fold an extra quilt over the bed. Your tendency to hog the blankets on cooler nights left Newt searching for warmth, you knew, though it didn’t escape your thoughts that his lack of cover usually led him to snuggle closer to you. Perhaps that was part of your subconscious plan.  

He stood on the other side of the bed, framed in candlelight. The fire shone around his hair just so, making it appear that he was crowned in a rubicund halo. He was unraveling his tie, his sluggish movements betraying how sleep-deprived he truly was.  

You flattened the quilt and came to stand by him. “Allow me,” you said, taking the tie from his hands. Deftly, you undid the knot. You had made Newt’s tie for him countless times each day before he headed off to work to the point that you could do it with your eyes closed. You tugged it from his neck and tossed it to the dresser.  

When you looked back up, Newt’s eyes were locked on you. When you first met, you found his inability to look you in the eye odd and yet a little endearing. As you two grew closer, he would hold your gaze for greater lengths of time, as if he had gotten lost in your eyes and was physically incapable of tearing himself away. Even now that you were married there was something vulnerable about it. It was like you were each seeing a hidden part of each other’s soul, like you were baring your hearts before each other and were unafraid of what it could expose.  

Not breaking his gaze, you allowed your hands to trail down his chest, grasping the buttons at his vest. His heart was racing underneath your palms. Yours skipped a beat. You were melting under that look. Gently, you unattached each of the buttons and slid the vest off his shoulders, leaving him in an undershirt that was already popped open at the collar. On the undershirt you let yourself undo only the first three buttons; you knew if you went any farther your hands might never stop exploring every inch of his skin.

You pressed on his shoulders and eased him to sit on the bed. He reached up to hold your hand, but you knelt to untie his shoelaces instead. You set his shoes aside and he drew you back to your feet, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist.  

“I don’t deserve you,” Newt mumbled, eyes flitting away and settling on your mouth.

You cupped his face in one hand and ran your fingers through his fluffy hair with the other. “The world doesn’t deserve you, my love.”

He closed his eyes and leaned into your hand. “But you deserve the world.”

Your heart seemed to liquefy in your chest, sending warmth trickling all over your body. You leaned forward to kiss his brow. When you pulled back, his eyes- half-lidded and aglow with the candlelight- were once again fixed on your lips. He pulled you closer. Softly, as if it demanded the utmost care in the world, he tilted his head up and pressed his lips to yours.  

He kissed you like he couldn’t believe you were his, as if you would disappear from his arms at any moment. It was delicate and utterly sweet and ended far too soon.  

“I love you,” he murmured against your mouth. His voice was shaky, and he was looking at you like you were a dream.

In reply, you kissed him again. You lowered yourself to sit on his lap and he scooted back, tugging you with him, your hips curved into his body. Your hands stroked his neck and once more found their way down his arms. He shivered under your touch. You smiled against his lips and moved the kiss deeper.  

Newt leaned back and pulled you both onto the bed. You fell against his chest and dipped into the crook of his arm. Running the back of your fingers over his cheek, you whispered, “I love you too.”

Sleep was quickly claiming him, and you could feel its steady hold on you too. You kissed him once more, then rolled over and blew out the candle. You snuggled underneath the blankets, feeling Newt’s warm arm slip around your waist, his ankles entwining with yours.  

You were entering a world of blissful dreams when you felt his soft lips on the crook of your shoulder. You cuddled closer to him, your back up against his chest, and smiled into the night.  

“Good night, my love,” you said.  

“Good night, my darling,” he said as he drifted off to sleep once again.

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[tried-my-hardest]

Passing Stars || A Newt Scamander Imagine

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader (Gender + House Neutral)

Summary: It's your third year at Hogwarts, and you can't help but notice the cute guy in Creature Care. So, what's your next move?

Word Count: 4342

A teeny, tiny disclaimer! I don't... know how imagines work... so apologies if this seems like a self-indulgent fic because well, at this point it is. But I'm open to writing anything (that's reasonable, of course) so please don't be afraid to request something! I'd love to go as in detail with your request as I did with this little story, perhaps even more in-depth! It's pretty much up to you :) Now, Enjoy!

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You were never a fan of the way they presented people’s houses. They were loud, obnoxious, and worst of all, embarrassing. You dreaded watching people getting sorted into houses, the lackluster applause when someone was sorted into Slytherin, and the unparalleled favoritism when someone was sorted into Griffindor. You were judged from the very start, based on a title.

It’s your third year at Hogwarts, one you were dreading. You never made many friends during your prior years, and it didn’t feel like this year was any different. Aside from the casual friends you’d made in classes like Charms, Potions, and Astronomy, there wasn’t much to look forward to in terms of interaction.

That was before you walked into your “Care of Magical Creatures” class.

Professor Kettleburn stood in a clearing, surrounded by a strew of familiar faces. Faces that would probably stare at you with a blank look if you called them out by name. Which you could. You just don’t feel like getting stared at.

You were outside of the Forbidden Forest, a little too close for comfort. Your eyes watched the shadows in the forest, flickering as the wind moved the branches. It was eerie, as if something was looking back at you. You watched the forest for a while longer, settling down onto the grass like some of your peers. The professor had yet to acknowledge anyone, as he watched a separate spot of the forest. Times like this were when you wished you remembered to pack a watch, rather than leaving it on the corner of your bedstand back home.

Your fingers picked at the dirt in front of you, glad that your uniform consisted of mainly dark colors so they wouldn’t be too badly stained. The grass rustled a couple of feet from you as another student sat in the grass. You watched them out of the corner of your eye, curiosity lingering in the back of your mind.

His hair ran over his eyes, a jumble of messy brown locks atop his head. His face was covered in freckles that made random patterns along his face. His eyes darted towards you for a second before he straightened and resumed watching the forest. You smiled, his frightened nature endearing in a way. 

You scooted over, your socks picking up random dirt along the way. You paid it no mind, stopping once you sat next to your target. 

“Isn’t the forest mysterious?” You spoke, startling him once more. You laughed, quickly covered by a cough. He nodded meekly, seeming to curl in on himself. You waited a few more seconds before realizing he wouldn’t speak unless you prompted it.

“Newt, right? Newt,” You pause, trying to remember his last name. Yet with each passing second of awkward stuttering, you slowly stop talking and swallow harshly. You clench a fist, groaning internally at what a fool you are to forget someone’s last name, right to their face.

“Scamander.” You look at Newt, his face a bright red. You light up, happy to get a response. “Scamander! That’s- It was on the tip of my tongue, I tell you,” You chuckle, rapping your knuckles on your sides. 

“I’m (y/n). (y/n) (l/n),” You watched him smile, looking at you once more and darting his eyes away. The wind blew past the both of you, people’s voices rising around you. You turned around with an eyebrow raised. People were talking amongst themselves, at a considerable distance from you and Newt, may you add. They were all staring at the Professor intermittently, who’s now produced a notebook and is furiously scribbling into it.

You turned back around, clicking your tongue. “So… why are you taking this class?

Newt nodded slowly, shrugging. You watched him, waiting for a reply. He stared at the ground for a little too long for comfort, but you held onto the hope for a response. Your gaze drifted back to the chatter behind you, everyone’s conversations coming with relative ease. Well, of course, they’ve known each other for the better part of two years at this point. They had good social skills, skills you had yet to acquire. It’s no wonder that Newt would barely talk to-

“I l-like magical creatures. They’re f…fascinating.” Newt stuttered his way through the sentence, all while keeping his face a beet-red as he stared at the ground. You laughed, bumping your shoulders together. 

“Well, to each his own. I just picked this class cause in all fairness, who wants to take muggle studies?” You shudder in mock horror, pulling your knees to your chest as the wind delivers a chill down your spine. Newt laughed softly, his deathlike grip on his robes loosened, perhaps a sign that he was warming up to you.

He opened his mouth before he was interrupted by a book slamming. You turned around to find Professor Kettleburn staring at the class, his finger on his lip. “Everyone, stay completely still.” You froze, the wind ruffling your tie in the breeze. Your eyes followed Kettleburn as he jumped into a series of random, jerky movements. His hair flipped around, whilst his robes hung off of his shoulders, falling faster with each action. You caught a glance at a mess of greens in Kettleburn’s non-human hand as he extended it into the empty clearing. 

Everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seats, leaning in to see what he could be feeding. People gasped once they saw Kettleburn’s metal fingers pried apart. A small grey creature revealed itself from thin air, its eyes fixated on the food in front of it. You look back to Newt, whose eyes were open wide in amazement. 

You smiled, turning back to watch Kettleburn swoop the creature into his arms, cradling it like a baby as it ate. He turned to the class, a broad smile on his face. “Now, can anyone tell me what the name of this creature is?”

Immediately, you saw Newt’s hand raise. No one else bothered, too fixated on the strange animal in front of them. 

“Ah, yes, Mr. Scamander?”

“It’s a Demiguise! Ah- Sir,” He corrected himself quickly, looking back at the ground once more. You felt some kids around you bristle, someone coughed ‘Nerd’ somewhere to your left. You shot the area a dirty look, but the professor paid them no attention.

“Correct, Mr. Scamander! This, my students, is the rare Demiguise. It is highly reveled in many communities, mainly for its fur and ability for precognitive sight, or as you all know it, predicting the future.” He smiled, the ecstatic grin on his face looking menacing with the odd mustache he wore.

“Fur?” You mumbled, tilting your head in confusion.

“They can make invisibility cloaks. Or- so I’ve r-read.” Newt whispered behind you, coughing to cover the sound of his stuttering. You turned around to smile at him, leaning in slightly. 

“So you’ve read?” You whispered back, raising an eyebrow in slight amusement. Newt flushed even harder than he had already been prior and began to pull at his tie.

“I told you, I- Uh, I really like m-magical creatures.”

He smiled at you, and you smiled back. Maybe, you’d have a friend this year. 

Class ended relatively quick, maybe too quick for your liking. 

Newt lingered awkwardly, a brown satchel hung on his waist that seemed to have come out of thin air. You got to your feet, brushing off the dead grass on your uniform.

“What’s your next class?’ You inquired, walking to the nearest entrance to the school side by side with Newt. He shuffled a crumpled paper out of his robe pocket, pausing to smooth it out on his leg.

“Um, I think- I have Charms n-next. Yeah.” Newt smiled, pursing his lips into a tight line. You glanced at your schedule, frowning slightly. 

“I’ve got Herbology next,” You paused before the both of you walked inside Hogwarts. “You mind if I compare our schedules?’ You held a hand out and stepped aside to give other people room to walk through the doors. Newt seemed slightly worried, his hand shook as he handed the schedule to you. You took note of it but moved on to comparing the two papers. 

A glance over revealed the two of you shared multiple classes.

“Hey!” You looked up, smiling. “We’ve got Defense Against The Dark Arts, Potions, and Astronomy together! How about that?”

Newt looked slightly shocked, stunned even, but smiled nonetheless. “That’s- great!” He stuck his hands in his pocket, rocking back and forth. You folded the papers back up, handing his schedule back. He nodded, heading inside. Some small talk later and you parted ways, the moving stairs taking the green-eyed boy from your sights.

You sighed, heading to Herbology. At least you had a couple of things to look forward to today.

Lunch rolled around faster than expected, with you getting out of Transfiguration fairly unharmed. Your robes, sadly, couldn’t say the same. Charred on the edges due to the unfortunate mishap that was the Draconifors Spell. You couldn't understand the appeal of creating a bunch of little dragons that wanted to eat your fingers. And, burn your clothes.

You made it to the mess hall, the familiarity of sitting alone was trickling back slowly, but surely. Your eyes wandered around, before catching onto a familiar head of messy curls. Your mouth curls upwards into a coy smile. Newt, who seemed to have a sixth sense of sorts, raised his head to catch your gaze. He smiled quickly before turning back down to his food.

You slinked up behind him, dropping onto the bench next to him. You got a couple of looks from the people around you but ignored them.

“Hey! How was Charms?” Newt seemed startled that you even bothered to sit with him, much less talk to him. He shrugged, picking at his half-eaten food.

“It was decent. We uh- learned about the Cheering Charm.” You tilted your head, and as you did, Newt flicked his wand at you, muttering under his breath. You were suddenly overcome by an urge to cheer, and well, that’s exactly what you did. You got to your feet, hooting and hollering like a madman. Your eyes widened, mortification rolling over you in waves. And yet, you couldn’t stop your cheering. Everyone’s eyes turned to you in confusion, as well as some professors who had just walked into the mess hall.

As soon as the urge faded, you shut up promptly and sat back down. Your face was flushed, a tremble running through your legs despite having sat down already. You turned to Newt, an expression of shock across your face. He was smiling to himself but quickly turned serious.

“Sorry, I- I thought it would be easier to s-show rather than tell,” Newt mumbled, his quirky half smile on his face. You couldn’t stay too mad toward your new friend.

“Nah, it’s cool. Just… never do it again,” You bumped his shoulder and laughed, then reached for the nearest plate full of food. His eyes watched as ash fluttered between your shoulders, falling onto the table. Newt raised an eyebrow, as he realized your fingers were scratched and bruised.

“I- What happened there?” He pointed, his fingers brushing against yours. You both straightened at the touch and you prayed to all the gods out there that your face wasn’t a bright red.

“Oh, you know. Transfiguration and uh, mini-dragons.” You wiggled your eyebrows, taking a bite out of your lunch. 

Newt nodded along as if mini-dragons weren’t out of the ordinary for him. “You know, (y/n), I’ve got some band-aids somewhere. I could… give you some. If you wanted,” He coughed, rubbing his forearm.  

“I’d love that, Newt!” You exclaimed cheerfully, as Newt began to ruffle through his bag. He produced a few spare bandaids, with little designs on a few. You pulled them closer to you, realizing they weren’t designs, rather, they were drawings of magical creatures. A little crude and simplistic but they were recognizable nonetheless.

“My mom, uh, she drew these. Just something to get me through my day and stuff. That one’s my favorite,” Newt pointed to a drawing of a Bowtruckle, a creature you’ve only seen in books. Your smile widens discreetly as Newt fidgets with the band-aid. It was kinda adorable watching Newt gush over creatures, even if he’d only done it a couple of times with you. Still cute nonetheless.

At this point Newt is watching you, his lips parted with a slight airiness to him. You say to him, “Is there something on my face?” while gesturing to your mouth. He shakes his head, tapping the table.

“Which one do you… want?” You look at the doodled on band-aids, before looking back at Newt.

“Whichever one you think looks best,” You say, hoping he chooses something nice. He does, in fact, and picks up the Bowtruckle one. He holds it out, expecting you to take it, but you instead wave your fingers around.

“You don’t expect me to put it on, do you? I’m so clearly eating!” You gasp in fake outrage, while your plate goes mostly untouched. Newt turned red, mumbling an apology as he grabbed your hand hurriedly. He jumped as if realizing how fast he grabbed your hand, but kept a firm grip on you as he applied the band-aid. The bandaid goes over your fingers like a little ring you could look at all day. You make a mental note to treasure the band-aid forever.

Newt finishes wrapping it, his hands lingering on yours for a few seconds. You almost sigh once he takes them back and places them in his lap. He’s really too nice to you.

You realized that most of the students around you are filtering out slowly. Your eyes look around the room, and it seems as if the next class is starting, really soon in fact. Newt caught onto it as well, and the pair of you start cleaning up.

“Don’t we have the next couple of periods together?” You handed Newt the rest of his bandaids, his hands soft compared with yours. 

“Um, mostly. I’ve got a free period while you have History of Magic,” You pause, your eyebrows raised as Newt waited for you to get up.

“I- uh, got a look at your schedule earlier.” He offered up, smiling as you both walked towards Potions.

“Aw, well, don’t get too happy. You’ve still gotta see this face for two more classes,” You gesture to yourself, smiling, and in turn, almost run into a wall. Newt holds back a small laugh before straightening up. You grumble, pushing him softly.

“Not funny.”

“I beg to differ.”

Potions passed by without a hitch, especially since Newt is your partner. The both of you made a good pair, aside from when you tripped over air and almost knocked Newt down as well. He laughed it off but you still felt guilty. 

He walked you to your History of Magic classroom, as you coaxed him to ramble about his other classes. You learned some more about Newt on that walk, a happy feeling bubbling to your chest as he divulged more to you. You learned that his brother’s name was Theseus and that he loved the color green. You learned that you weren’t his first friend at Hogwarts but had already made it onto his list of tolerable people. You scoffed at that, proclaiming that you’d make it onto a better list in due time. Newt assured you that it looked like it was heading that way. You spent the rest of the walk in awkward silence, wishing each other goodbye as you reached your class.

History of Magic couldn’t have gone by slower, especially with your teacher’s mundane voice. You breathed a sigh of relief as your class was dismissed. You sped out the door, realizing you and Newt had never set a plan as to where you would meet. Luckily that problem was solved as soon as it appeared.

Newt sat next to your class doorway, sleeping against the cool stone wall. You walked back to him, standing in front of him. You nudged his leg, prompting him to wake up, his eyes wide open in fear. It quickly faded as he looked up at you, worry replaced with a shy smile.

“Hey silly, you didn’t have to wait here.”

“I had the period off. Thought I’d- wait. Didn’t have anything else to do so, um-,” Newt picked at his fingers, awkwardness threatening to seem back into the conversation. 

“I- That was really sweet of you Newt. Honestly,” You offered him a hand, and he took it graciously. You hoisted him up and helped him pick his stuff off the ground.

“Ah, thanks (y/n),” The pair of you headed down to Defense Against The Dark Arts together, joking around.

As it turns out, Newt is really good at Defense Against The Dark Arts. Like, to an almost unfunny degree. You watched him in class, amazed as he completed task after task without a hitch. As he began to pack his things up, you leaned in to whisper, “Holy crap. When were you going to reveal you were an actual god at this?”

He just laughed you off, pulling at his tie. 

“I- I’m not a god. It just makes. Sense,” You nodded along as if you understood what he meant.

After class, you hung around for a little to finish writing some notes. Newt had been the only one to write comprehensible notes between the two of you, and you’d promised yourself you weren’t going to fail Charms as badly as you did last year.

“You think we could just… skip Astronomy?” Newt mumbled as you scribbled down words. You looked up, dumbfounded, pausing your writing to give Newt a wide-eyed stare.

“Did you just ask to- skip class? Who are you? And what have you done to Newt?” You point a finger at him accusingly, his face turning a bright red.

“I-! I just don’t like Astronomy that much. It’s- It’s not my cup of tea,” You still couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Out of all the classes, the one about space, space, is the one your new friend doesn’t like.

“Newt, you’re killing me here,” You groan, shoving your notes into a bag. Then the two of you proceed to haul ass to Astronomy.

The next couple of weeks went swimmingly, much to your delight. Your grades are up in classes, and you’ve grown considerably close to a certain green-eyed boy. You spent nearly every day together, he helped you with Defense Against The Dark Arts and Creature Care, and you kept him from jumping off the nearest tower because of Astronomy. Which was pretty easy, Newt just didn’t have the attention span to sit and stare at “dots in the sky,” as he so lovingly put it.

You found yourself drawn to him regardless. There was truly something about him. Maybe it was the way he’d laugh at your poorly constructed jokes, Maybe it was the way he’d cheer up when you sat next to him, his smile making the sun pale in comparison. Or maybe it was the way your fingers would brush against his, and he’d jump as if he’d seen a ghost, only to realize it was just you. Then he’d push his hand closer to yours, right until your hands were side by side. 

There was a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t explain, and it grew hotter when Newt was near. How you longed to chase that fiery feeling, put his lips against your own, hand in your hand.

But perhaps it would just be your little fantasy, nothing more.

You sat criss-cross on the stone floor of the Astronomy “classroom”. It was just a secluded area on a castle tower, without any kind of roof. There, your class would learn about stars while the late autumn winds pulled at your robes, tangling your ties. Newt was next to you, mirroring your seating position. His knees touched yours but neither of you felt like moving. The Astronomy professor was wrapping up class right about then, explaining your homework for the night. You leaned into Newt, his soft hair tickling your nose as you did. 

“Hey, Newt,” You whispered, taking your fingers and walking them down your leg. He hummed back in response, his eyes flickering to your fingers as they moved about.

“You wanna do something fun later?”

He gave you a side eye, a tired expression on his face. A couple of weeks with you, and you showed him just exactly what “fun” meant to you.

“If this fun activity involves sneaking out again, I think I’m going to pass (y/n).”

You groan, flopping your head onto his shoulder. You felt him tense underneath you, a sign that he was trying his hardest not to give into you.

“But I’ve got to show you something. Please? Pretty please?” You nudged him, causing him to exhale loudly. He brushed you off, an amused look on his face. “Alright. But if we get caught, you’re taking the blame,” He smiled his lopsided grin, pushing you playfully.

“Why, of course,” You shot back, an even bigger grin on your face.

Sneaking out after curfew was like second nature to you and Newt at this point. He’d been dragged along with you too many times to count that he’d picked up on your little tricks. The two of you tip-toed around the castle, Newt following you blindly as you still hadn’t explained where you were going.

“(y/n), you seriously can’t do this to me! Come on, where are we going?” He begged, making sure to keep his voice down. You kept quiet though, his pleas falling on deaf ears.

The two of you eventually reached your destination, the Astronomy tower. You turned back to Newt, whose face had fallen as he realized where the two of you were.

“Are you kidding me? (y/n), if this is your idea of a joke-” You stopped his ranting by grabbing his wrist and pulling him onto the floor. He tumbled awkwardly, and you winced, whispering an apology.

“Alright, I know you hate stars but, I’m a big fan of second chances. And you, my good sir, are the proud owner of a second chance tonight.” You pat the ground next to you as you lay down on the cold stone. The two of you had changed out of your uniforms, wearing casual sleeping clothes. The weather was nice tonight, with +a warm breeze blowing around the two of you.

Newt laid down next to you, his uninterested eyes panning across the vast sky.

“All I see is a whole lot of sky. Not really anything worth getting in trouble for.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You and Newt were a couple of inches apart, yet you prayed he couldn’t feel the heat radiating off of you in waves.

“I wanted to show you this constellation. It uh- it kinda reminded me of us,” Newt stayed quiet as he watched you lift your wand. You recited a spell you had memorized just a few hours prior, and to your surprise, it worked. A glowing light emitted from your wand, silky strands of white floated over your heads and arranged themselves in a pattern.

“See, the spell is supposed to show you a constellation. It shapes it out so everyone can see it,” You whispered, the dull light shining across your face.

Soon, it stopped in your desired form. Newt coughed uneasily, rubbing his nose. 

“Uh, what’s it supposed to be?”

“It’s Andromeda and Perseus. They’re part of an old Greek myth,” You murmured, your eyes entranced by the figure above you.

“He saved her from a sea monster, you know. She was supposed to be a human sacrifice to the monster, but he came in and saved her, and her people. They got married soon after, and had a girl.”

“Cassiopeia,” Newt muttered, his voice soft and quiet. You turned your head over to him, and he did the same. 

“What? I’m quite brushed up on Greek Mythology, I’ll have you know. Still doesn’t explain why you dragged me out here though,” He trailed off, a hard look in his eyes.

“Well, I just thought it was … romantic. Something for us to look at together, or something,” You shut your eyes in embarrassment, your attempt at woo-ing Newt going a little awry.

All you heard for the next few minutes was the wind, slowly dying down, and Newt’s slow, even breathing.

You peaked an eye, wondering if your friend had fallen asleep. He hadn’t, rather, he was looking up at the sky. The spell had worn off, leaving the two of you in darkness, the only light coming from the night sky.

“I don’t think that was very romantic, (y/n). You pretty much gave me a history lesson,” A light airiness was in Newt’s voice as he mock scolded you. He lifted a hand, pointing to a cluster of stars.

“There. That’s romantic. Those stars make a little heart. You should’ve shown me that instead,” Your face flushed, as you followed Newt’s line of sight. You shifted closer to him, your eyes struggling to find the simple shape.

“Newt, I don’t-,” You paused, feeling his warm hand enclose your own. You stopped speaking, your heart beating loudly in your ears. Your hand felt warm inside of Newt’s, safe. The two of you fit like puzzle pieces, finishing that grand picture. Your world spun, everything slowing and suddenly feeling right. This felt right. Newt felt right.

“(y/n), are you still having trouble finding it?” Newt’s voice was barely louder than a whisper, but it echoed in your skull.

“No, Newt. I think I found it. And you’re right, it’s much more romantic,” He smiled, squeezing your hand. And you smiled back, because it felt right.