#Newton Scamander

[eddie-redmayne-italian-blog]

Eddie Redmayne as the Jackal in The Day of The Jackal.

Credits to Marcell Piti on IG

[harbinger-0f-spring]

Tom Webb as Leander Scamander, son of Newton “Newt” Scamander and Porpentina “Tina” Goldstein. He was the twin brother of Lycidas Scamander and the elder brother of Leta Scamander.

Leander and his siblings are original characters of @konstantynowitz.

[pickett-favors-me]

Heyyy, I’m back with more storieees. Well only one but still.

Character: Newt Scamander X Fem Reader

Plot: Y/n goes home early after catching Newt and Tina kissing, but Newt follows her onto the boat.

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Warnings: none, just fluffy I think.

I saw them. Their lips connected. My heart shattered . I cleared my throat making Newt quickly move away. Tina looked confused before looking over at me. Her face immediately turning angry. She was pissed. "My boat will be sailing off in 30 minutes, so I will be leaving." I explained to them. "You're already going home?" Newt asked. I nodded as I looked him right in the eyes.

"But I thought we would be leaving together?" He asked confused. "Yeah, but I want to go home now." I answered. "Well... goodbye, Y/n." Tina said as she looked at me with a smile. I didn't answer her before walking off, making my way towards the boat I would be leaving with.

I boarded my boat and was immediately greeted by one of the workers. "A room for one?" I asked her. "Right this way..." She answered with a polite smile. "Y/n y/l/n." I told her. She lead me to an empty room. She opened the door and I saw the queen sized bed against the back wall. "Thank you." I told her with a smile. "If you need anything, you can use the phone and call down to the lobby." She told me. I nodded before she left. I let out a sigh and moved into the room, shutting the door behind me.

I sat on my bed and buried my face in my hands. I was really hoping Newt wouldn't end up with her. I was really hoping he wouldn't end up with anyone for that matter. Why did I even break it off with him in the first place? He's always treated me the way no one else had the balls to. Yet I always just stepped on him, not caring about him. But now I realized just how much I really loved him. How much I still love him. I laid down and let my body slowly slip into a sleeping state. Completely forgetting the fact that it was only 3 pm.

Newts POV

I was running all I could towards the check in. It was still open. "Oh thank merlin." I breathed out. I handed him my ticket. "What's in the luggage?" He asked not really caring. I switched the switch and put the case on the table. He opened it up, checking my stuff. "Go on." He ushered me off. I picked up my case and speed walked onto the ship.

I made my way over to the closest worker. "Hello, do you know where Y/n Y/l/n is?" I asked out of breath. "Room 112." The worker answered. I quickly made my way to the room.

I carefully opened the door. I saw her fast asleep on the bed. She was still wearing all of her clothes and was laying on her stomach. Her hair was a mess. She was a mess. I sat down beside her, wondering if I should wake her up. What even happened that wanted her to go home so soon?

I decided to wait with waking her up. I placed my case down on the ground and stepped inside. I went down into my shack and prepared two cups of tea for us. As they were done, I went back up with both cups in my hands. I placed them down on the nightstand before sitting back down on the bed beside her.

I placed my hand softly on her back as I massaged her lightly. "Y/n?" I asked lowly. She moved slightly. "Not right now, mom." She mumbled as she laid onto her side. "Darling?" I asked her. "Newt?" She asked confused without opening her eyes. "It's me." I answered her, trying to be as comforting as possible.

Her eyes shot open as she sat up abruptly. "Newt!?" She exclaimed. "Yes?" I answered her. She looked me over before standing up and taking a few steps away from me, making sure to keep her distance. "Why aren't you in New York with your girlfriend?" She asked me. It was obvious it hurt her to even think about it. "Who would my girlfriend be?" I asked her confused. I don't have a girlfriend. And if I did, y/n would be the first to know. She's the one I trust the most.

"Tina? You kissed her." She told me. Oh. "Y/n." I tried calming her down as I stood up. She took a step away. "I'm not in a relationship with her." I explained. "But you kissed her?" She asked. "She kissed me. Why do you even care so much about it?" I asked her.

"Because I do."

"Y/n, you're my best friend, I would tell you if I ever got a lover."

She kept quiet as her eyes stayed down, her head hanging slightly.

"But what if I don't want to be your friend?" Her voice was breaking slightly. My face immediately dropped. My heart sank. "What do you mean?" I asked. I can't lose her. I cannot lose Y/n. "I don't want to be your best friend. I don't want to be your friend. I want... I want what we used to have." She told me, her last few words coming out in a whisper.

"Y/n." I tried calming her down as I noticed the wet droplets making their way down her S/c cheeks. "I just... I can't handle seeing you happy with someone else... I can't handle change." She told me. "It's okay." I told her reassuringly as I stood in front of her, wrapping my arms tightly around her.

"No. It's not okay, because it's completely idiotic and egotistical. I'm only thinking about what I want and not taking your feelings into consideration. I want you to be happy, I really do, but I want it to be with me. I want to be the one making you smile. I want to be the one making you laugh." She told me. Her voice low and raspy. "Y/n, shut up." I told her, feeling my shirt get wet by her tears. "I'm sorry." She whispered into my shoulder as she wrapped her arms around me as well.

"I want you too. No I need you." I told her as I cupped her cheeks, moving her away from me just slightly. Her eyes were completely blood shot. "You're crying." Y/n said. I then noticed the wetness of my face. "So are you." I told her as I dried away her tears with my thumbs.

I looked deeply into her intoxicating e/c eyes. Before thinking, I pressed my lips down on hers. She quickly wrapped her arms around my neck as she clamped herself onto my body. I held my right arm tight around her waist as my left hand kept cupping her cheek. As our lips danced with each other, I finally felt at peace again. She was my sturdy ground. My home. And I only ever wanted to be hers. Always

[cillxo-ya]

patpat!☺️

[zer0-hunter]

:3

[salientseraph]

Where are my newt scamander enjoyers!!!!

[rats-n-runespoors]

is she the stepmom or the mom who stepped up haha am i right ladies

i have never watched fantastic beasts

[aria-malfoy]

Shifting content!!

Some letters between me and Newt

Dear Newt

Espero que esta carta te encuentre con bien. ¿Qué tal todo? ¿Cómo te encuentras? Ay, perdón si te lo pregunto mucho, pero quiero asegurarme de que estés bien. Si requieres mi ayuda en algo, dime y yo me teletransporto de una.

I just remembered you speak English. Sorry 'bout that, I don't have more pages. As I was telling you, I hope you're okay. If you require me to do something for you, just send a letter by Panda and I'll tp there soon (instantly). I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH HELPING YOU! I love you so much, Newt. And you know I'll do anything for you. So, PLEASE. You can count on me! ☹️

And, about Malfoy Draco: no, he's not delivered anything to me. Why would you ask?

I know I don't have british accent and I'll never have. Don't remind me.

With love and spanish,

Aria

Dear Aria,

No, do not worry! I was not going to mention that! I just wanted to know if Malfoy's delivered something to you, because there are rumours about him being in something bad. There are reliable sources! My friends don't lie. Be careful with him, you don't know what could be really happening!! Just a jealous friendly reminder.

Yes, I will sure come to you if I need something.

Sincerely yours,

Newton Scamander

My beloved Newt,

You really love your name, don't ya?

How does it feel? I mean, Pandora must be an hiperactive owl, but it seems like she really likes you. It's been days!!!

And, about the rumours, I've made my own conclussions. Remember I've got eyes on walls. Just crows.

Don't be jealous, no one could ever replace you. You're my male best friend! Forever!!!!!!!!

No, I'M yours,

Aria

My precious Aria,

I'm not jealous! It must've been a spelling mistake. I've been friendzoned? I'm afraid I must tell your brother you've been playing with my feelings all this time.

Laughs. I love ya.

Pandora is really quiet, such a lovely owl. I've been friends even with dragons, Pandora is small and cute. Every animal is cute, actually! At least for me, but I know not everyone shares my opinion.

I'm more yours,

Newton

[henry-the-queer-artist]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY (early)

NEWTINA!!!!!!!!!!!!

[obaewankenope]

lo' and behold, i have most of my notes done for Signalling Theory that i can now continue with the next parts!

it's over for my brain now, no excuse not to write part 12!!

[4theseus-s]

summary. theseus has never been one to run away from his problems, especially if it concerned his favourite american. ships. theseus x percival ( implied ) characters. theseus s., percival g., newt s. word count. 2.2k setting. after fantastic beasts and where to find them genre. hurt/comfort, a pinch of angst with a happy ending

Percival bitterly bites his lips. This was the fourth time he had sent a letter to Theseus, a long-time associate at the British Ministry of Magic. This also marks the fourth time Theseus has flat-out ignored any of them. According to Newt, a new acquaintance he made after he returned to MACUSA, his brother was doing all the Ministry things in Britain and “doing all of Travers’ work, unsurprisingly.” When he confessed about Theseus' unresponsiveness, Newt seemed a little lost but said he didn’t know why.

“A little busy on his side, perhaps?”

“Seems off character for him, unless he changed in the months I’ve been gone.”

“No, but I wish he did. Still a bothersome brat, he is.”

“Theseus?” “Newt. What brings you here?” Newt can hear the smile cracking through his voice. Theseus stands up from behind his desk and walks over to the door where Newt is standing. He stopped before his younger brother; his straight posture and commanding aura made Newt hunch a little more. Newt clears his throat and answers: “Uhm, I was wondering, well…you see, I’ve been talking with Percival Graves for a bit.”

Theseus freezes for a second but nods before returning back to his desk. Newt takes this as a sign and settles in a black, overly-soft armchair across the desk. As Theseus sits down, he hums - a deep and long one, before looking Newt in the eye. “I’m glad you’re making friends, then. Though I’d rather not think about how you had to almost die to do so.” Newt slightly groans under his breath at Theseus’ statement. “I had made them before that incident.” Theseus nods and says, “Not Mr Graves, though.”

Newt looks up instantly. Mr Graves? Weren’t they friends? “Well, at least Percival’s my friend.” At that, Theseus quietly chuckles as if it was almost funny. “Yes, Newt. At least you made a friend. Well, I hope you aren’t boring him with how to take care of magical creatures he’ll likely never come across or-” “Actually, he’s been inquiring about you.” Newt thinks that he catches Theseus’ breath waver a little, but his voice comes out stable. “Oh? Is that so?”

“Yes. He’s been sending you letters; he was wondering if you had received them.” The Auror hums and Newt squints a little, trying to figure out whether Theseus is trying to devise an excuse. Theseus has never been easy to read, Newt thinks, like most people. “I see…I haven’t received anything yet, but I’ll reply as soon as possible when I do.” Newt shakes his head unconvinced and walks up to Theseus’ desk. Theseus flinches slightly but gives Newt a questioning look: “Newt, what are you doing?” The younger brother shrugs but scans the desktop anyway. “I was hoping you had received them.” Theseus nods, but he remains silent. Suddenly, Newt’s voice rang through the Head Auror office:

“Accio letters from Percival!”

Letters appear on the desk between the two brothers. Newt gives his brother a disappointed look, but Theseus only grimly smiles. “America really got you thinkin’, huh.” An awkward stillness fills the room, and Theseus doesn’t fill it like he usually does. He must have realised that Newt wasn’t entirely stepping out of his ‘Newt-shell’, so he takes the letters himself, then forcefully opens a drawer and places them inside, still in an unopened, neat pile.

“You aren’t usually a liar. Or someone who runs away when someone’s reaching out to you.”

“I know.”

“Then why?”

Theseus shrugs before saying, “Maybe I don’t have the answer. At least not right now.” Newt folds his arms in front of his chest, huffing a little, causing his hair to rise slightly. “Percival is a friend of yours too. Shouldn’t you reach out to him? Like…he returned from being held in some bloody cell of Grindelwald’s. I, well, I think a good friend should reach out to people like them.” Theseus opens his mouth, probably to say something like bold of you to say, but instead, he shuts his lips back up with an unstable exhale. Given the calm atmosphere around them, he stands almost too abruptly and makes his way to the door.

“I have a meeting with Travers. If you need me, you know where to find me.”

Newt doesn’t reply, but he knows he doesn’t need to. Theseus walks out anyway, making sure the door doesn’t slam too hard and leaving Newt sitting alone.

“Theseus has received them?”

“Yes.”

“Then tell him that he owes me a visit. Sunday night: 6 pm for me, 11 pm for you pronto. And tell him to floo over into my office, I don’t want him splinching from the cross-continental apparition. If he doesn’t show up, I’m going to London and getting him myself.”

Newt later told Percival he had informed his brother, with no acknowledgement - only dismissal from him, telling him he had things to work on. He knows that Theseus had heard him - he could tell Theseus was hesitating before replying - but Percival also knows that Theseus was refusing the offer as if he had a choice.

“Merlin’s beard- Perc- Mr Graves?” Theseus was in his office, shocked at Percival’s sudden arrival. Percival looked around, scanning the British Auror’s office like a Niffler trying to find gold. Theseus’s shoulders drop, but his eyes never leave the American while going up and down his figure. Percival takes note of it but doesn’t comment as he makes himself comfortable on an armchair across from Theseus. Theseus sighs before giving Percival a crooked - and if Percival observed right - insincere smile. “What brings you here?”

“Maybe you should listen to your brother more. He’s starting to give good advice,” Percival comments. Theseus nods and says, “That wasn’t the answer I needed, and you’re lucky I’m working…overtime.” “Actually, Theseus,” Percival remembers, “I went to your living room and then your bedroom. I didn’t expect you to be working here at 11 pm on a Sunday.” Theseus shrugs and returns to leaning over the desk, scanning the papers Percival assumed were related to chasing Grindelwald down.

“Anyways. Theseus, it’s been a while, huh.”

Theseus looks up from his paperwork and tilts his head slightly. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out for a few seconds. Percival observes how Theseus pauses and how his body almost freezes. He only seems to continue breathing when he finally speaks up.

“Yes. It has been.”

“And what’s with the formalities? We’re friends, Theseus. I haven’t heard you call me Mr Graves since you were 24 when we met.”

“Right.”

Percival raises an eyebrow at Theseus’ bluntness as the younger focuses on his paperwork. Usually, Theseus was affectionate to the people he considered friends or family. But now, Theseus was pausing too often, and his voice was quieter.

“You have quite the eyebags, Theseus. Torquil has been loading you with work?”

Theseus lets out a weak chuckle, and Percival gives him a soft smile, though Theseus doesn’t notice as his eyes stay down. Theseus’ hand stops when grabbing another paper from the stack when he catches Percival approaching him from the corner of his eye. He doesn’t stop the American when he stops right in front of the desk and takes a paper from the stack, his eyes scanning the document intensely.

“Theseus, this isn’t related to Grindelwald,” Percival said, voice filled with confusion. Theseus shrugs and continues reading his own document. Percival’s eyes darken, and he sternly asks Theseus: “Don’t tell me you’re doing all of Travers’ work.” Theseus sighs, finally taking his eyes off his paper and leaning back in his chair. “Not all, just some. Some of it’s related to…you know.” Percival groans at Theseus’ incompetence. “I don’t think an outline for his meeting next week is something you need to do, Theseus.” “No, but….” Theseus doesn’t finish his own sentence and leaves it at that.

“Percival, you haven’t quite answered my question yet. Why are you here?”

“Why have you been ignoring my letters?”

“I told Newt that I would reply once I received them.”

“The same person was the one who told me you had, in fact, received them. I hope I don’t have to accio them here too.”

Theseus grins shyly. “I didn’t think Newt would be corresponding this much.”

“Why have you been ignoring my letters?”

Theseus doesn’t reply and lets the question linger in the now-suffocating atmosphere of his own office. When he does, Percival’s heart softens instantly.

“My own demons weren’t telling me not to,” Theseus whispers, as if he didn’t want Percival to hear it. But he does, and he walks around the desk that separates the two and places a hand on the younger’s shoulders. 

Percival understands - when he met Theseus, it was after the Great No-Maj War. One that Theseus willingly participated in against his own Ministry orders. He had found Theseus in the bathroom near his office when the British Ministry of Magic sent several Aurors as envoys to discuss how wizardkind was dealing with the consequences. Theseus was shaking on the ground but was silent. When Percival invited him to his office, he watched Theseus slowly accept where he was, and it started a close bond between the two ever since.

Percival has his own share of demons, but he has spent most of his years as Head of the Magical Law Enforcement and Director of Magical Security after rising up the ranks young. He may be an Auror, but he wasn’t fighting on the front lines most of the time as he wasn’t a Head Auror. Percival also was an American and a wizard who didn’t fight during a devastating war, even if it was only a No-Maj one. Theseus had spoken about it before: How the blood he spilt raided his head for days and nights on end. How the title War Hero was too much because he was nothing but a celebrated murderer. How he didn’t even know how his dear family was doing, and the nightmares intensified when he heard his little brother was dealing with Ukrainian Ironbellies.

Theseus’ voice snaps Percival out of his thoughts. “Shouldn’t you be mad at me?” Percival grips Theseus’ shoulder a little more tightly, but Theseus doesn’t seem to mind. “No? Why would I be?”

“I was corresponding with…not-you. And I don’t know, but maybe I should have realised it wasn’t you,” Theseus’s voice fades when he continues, “I was talking to the very man I was supposed to catch.” Before Percival could speak up, Theseus goes on. “I should have known. I’m your friend…but I couldn’t even notice that it wasn’t you. What kind of Head Auror am I….” He doesn’t move, his document in his head now forgotten, gently flapping with the air around them.

Percival wants to bring Theseus a little closer as he feels Theseus’ vulnerability rising, but instead, he stays still as he replies. “I would never blame you, Thee….” He could feel Theseus’ shock from the way his back straightened. “Of course, you wouldn’t, Perce. I just…I just thought I deserved it. Like, you hating on me. It’d be justified, you know.”

Hearing Theseus’ words, Percival shifts so he can comfortably place both hands on Theseus’ broad shoulders - something that got Theseus flinching slightly - and gently squeezes them, causing the younger to relax. “Don’t worry; I’ve always got your back. You know that, right?”

Before either of them could blink, they had disapparated with a snap.

“Theseus- what are you- oh?” Shock dies down when Percival recognises the place around them to be Theseus’ living room. Theseus is now standing, removing his suit gracefully and folding it onto his couch. “Percy,” Theseus smiles as the nickname leaves his lips, “stay over for the night. It’s been a while.”

And Percival knows damn well that he has work the next day, but he figures the time difference will substitute for it. He also knows that Theseus has had a long night and desperately needs rest from the eyebags he’s sporting. So Percival follows Theseus’ example: Percival takes off his suit, places it on the couch and steps forward, facing Theseus. The other tilts his head slightly, not entirely understanding what his friend is doing until he holds his hand up, and a bottle of Sleeping Draught appears.

“I think you need some of this, Thee,” Percival says, feeling like he’s instructing a child. Not that he minds. Theseus only weakly laughs, exhaustion dripping with every breath he lets out. “I don’t like to rely on it too much. But I’ll listen to you.” “You better. Now where’s this bedroom of yours?”

Theseus raises an eyebrow. “It’d be terribly rude of me not to show you where you’d be staying the night; let alone leave you on your own in my own apartment.”

Percival rolls his eyes and drags him to a small corridor that he’d assume would lead up to Theseus’ bedroom. “We’re wizards, Thee. Plus, who says I’ll need my own bedroom?”

Theseus smiles widely and finally does what Percival had been expecting to happen today: be embraced in a tight hug.

(He didn’t expect to be man coddled by a sleepy Englishman and be told he’s the best thing that’s happened to him recently. But Percival finds that he doesn’t mind one bit.)

[eddie-redmayne-italian-blog]

Not new video, but funny!!

"Eddie Redmayne isn't a fan of Dementors.

The Day of the Jackal star answers VF's Pocket-Sized Proust Questionnaire."

My gifs

Source: Vanity Fair

[anadorablack]

I mean, if given the chance, I would also like to live in Newt Scamander's pocket. <3

Okay but

Bowtruckles serve as guardians for their home tree. You have to distract them with wood lice or fairy eggs to even take a leaf from it.

Yet Pickett clings to Newt to the point where he refuses to even be set down on his original tree.

So I mean

Basically

Pickett has claimed Newt Scamander as his new home tree.

LITERALLY THOUGH LIKE “I don’t want to stay in my tree cause the other bowtruckles are mean. I will find a new tree. This tall wizard should do just fine yes good.”

[amethystandemma]

Proposal Gone Wrong - Part 2

“Have I said you look lovely yet?”

Evangeline laughed, squeezing Newt’s arm gently as the couple walked across Westminster Bridge. The moon was perfectly reflected in the river Thames below them, making it look like a shining pearl. 

“You have,” Evangeline answered. “Twice now, I think.”

“What is it Jacob would say?” Newt stopped walking, scratching his head. “Fourth times a charm?”

“Something like that.”

She leaned over the bridge, her long pink hair falling to her side like a curtain. The water below them lapped against the shore.

Nights like these were some of her favorites. It was nice to not fear for her life every two seconds while fighting poachers or grudgingly searching for an escaped invisible beast until the sun came up. Not that she was complaining, of course.

Being with him was all she needed.

“Do you ever regret it?” Newt asked, leaning against the wall with her.

Evangeline blinked. Sometimes it was scary how in-tune to her emotions he was. Most of the time, Newt could read her like a book. Other times, he was about as dense as a rock.

It was quite fascinating actually.

“No,” Evangeline said without hesitation. She laughed again at the surprised look on his face. “I mean it Newt. I’ve always loved spending time with you, ever since we first met.”

She looked at his face, remembering how he looked when they first met as eleven year olds. He still had the same wavy blonde-brown hair that always managed to get tousled in some way. Still had the same kind and considerate hazel eyes. 

The years haven’t been kind to either of them though. She knew that his clothes were covering scars from various beast mishaps, along with ones from fights with Grindenwald’s loyalists. She knew because she had the same ones.

Still, his eyes had so much love and adoration inside them. Even through all the hardships, he still managed to smile.

Gently, as if he was afraid of breaking her into a million pieces like a porcelain doll, Newt leaned down and very lightly kissed her on the lips. It was sweet, and it made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Butterfly kisses were always her favorite.

Newt pulled away, wrapping his arms around her waist. Big Ben chimed twelve times, signifying the midnight hour.

“Are you ready?” He asked her.

Evangeline still had no idea what his plans were or what was going on. But, she trusted him wholeheartedly with her very life.

Evangeline nodded, and the two walked to the other side of the bridge. The kiss seemed to have helped calm his nerves, though his hands still shook occasionally. She squeezed the hand she was holding gently. 

As they walked down the sidewalk, Evangeline couldn’t help but feel like they were in a different world. The streets were practically deserted, as if she and Newt were the last people on Earth. Which made sense given the time.

He led her to a small pavilion on the shore of the Thames where a bunch of hooded people were. Some were standing, talking in hushed tones to each other, while others sat on benches, as if they were waiting for something.

Evangeline recognized one hooded figure by the way she was standing. She let go of Newt’s hand and marched forward, pulling down the hood. An explosion of curly strawberry blonde hair was released as soon as the fabric was removed, contained only by a black headband.

Noctua Silverthorne stood in front of her friend, her silver eyes twinkling like stars in the night sky. 

“Glad you listened,” she said with a wink. “You look good in blue.”

Slowly, the other figures began removing their cloaks as well. 

Evangeline turned around, taking in the sight of all her family and friends. It seemed like everyone who was important to Newt and herself were there. Her parents sat on one bench, holding each other’s hands. Her “Uncle” Ominis Gaunt stood behind him, a hand resting on his wife, Rhea’s, shoulder. Theseus Scamander stood in a corner under the stone gazebo, a warm smile on his face.

Even Jacob Kowalski was there, a muggle Evangeline and Newt met and befriended in New York. 

“What’s going on?” Evangeline asked, looking at the faces of the people most important to her life for answers.

Althea, Evangeline’s mother, smiled softly and made a circling motion with her finger. Evangeline turned around slowly, her dress floating around her legs like a cloud.

Newt took a deep breath, taking her dainty hands into his shaky ones. His eyes met her’s, something that he hated doing.

“Evangeline, I-I’ve known you for almost half of my… my life,” Newt said, stuttering occasionally like he did while he was a student at Hogwarts, or when he was very nervous. “You’ve a-always been there for me, even in the incredibly difficult times. I k-know I can count on you to be by my side.”

“You are my greatest treasure.” Newt bent down on one knee. Evangeline gasped, both her hands covering her mouth. “And I want nothing more than to grow old with you.”

He pulled out a small blue box from his jacket pocket. Tears sprang to Evangeline’s eyes.

“Evangeline Anne Sallow, will you marry me?”

Newt popped open the box revealing… an empty box. Confused, Evangeline looked closer, a few tears rolling down her face with her movement.

“Where is the ring?” She asked with a small sniffle.

Newt froze and glanced at the box. His face flushed a pale red.

“Where is that Niffler!” He sharply hissed, reaching frantically into his other pockets.

Evangeline closed her mouth, her lips set in a thin line. She didn’t trust herself to be able to hold back a laugh if she didn’t.

As Newt looked in his blue jacket, Evangeline felt something move by her feet. She looked down.

Teddy, a black male Niffler, stood by her shoes, sniffing. In his tiny hand-like paws was a simple silver ring with a small diamond. Evangeline smiled and bent down, gently rubbing his belly to tickle him.

Evangeline took the ring from the creature, slipping it onto her ring finger. It fit perfectly. Gently, she reached down, placing her hand under Newt’s chin to make him look back up at her.

“Yes,” she said, her voice soft. “I would love nothing more.”

Newt got to his feet, his face still slightly flushed. Slowly, he cupped her face, tears at the edge of his own eyes. 

“I love you.” She whispered, closing the gap between them.

Evangeline was vaguely aware of the clapping and cheering of their friends and family as Newt kissed her back, but her focus was only on his soft lips against her’s. 

He was her whole world. 

And she wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

Part 1 -> Part 2

[overheard-at-hogwarts]

Dumbledore: Please don't lie to me. Have I ever lied to you? Newt: Yes. Dumbledore: Well...I just don't want you to do it.

[whatarewedoingdude]

If I had a nickel for every time one of my favorite actors played a character named Newt/Newton who's a creature fanatic, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice, right?