#fantasic beasts and where to find them fanfic

[sanguinescamander]

newt & his kisses

just a bit fluff, gn reader

it wasn't rare for newt to become so absorbed in his work that the rest of the world simply ceased to exist for him; there was only one thing that stood as the exception to that: you. it also wasn't rare for newt to avoid actively seeking out companionship and company during his day to day rituals and routines - most of which centred around his beloved beasts - and once again, the only exception: you. what was, however, a rarity, was newt's utter infatuation with you, an infatuation that had previously only been documented between himself and the menagerie of creatures that frequented his briefcase. everyone in newt's life agreed that you entering it opened up an entirely new side to the man, a side that only you were permitted to explore, and even newt struggled to comprehend and express the depths to which you had infiltrated him and his character. newt had spent many an hour mulling over his besotted vision of you and the importance he placed on his relationship with you, having come to the humble yet vital conclusion that the only way he could wordlessly demonstrate the extent of his love for you was through kissing; to newt, words took up too much space between people and muddled feelings to the point of confusion; with a kiss, he didn't have to painstakingly piece together a confession of love or a decent way on commenting on your beauty. with a kiss, he could approach you with an offering of love at any given time in the day, whether it be a fleeting brush of his lips as he passed you on his way to feed his scutch of mooncalves or kissing your forehead as he placed your plate of dinner down in front of you or in the small hours when his mouth roved languidly over your body, exploring already marked territory. documented are just a few of newt's favourite ways and occasions to kiss you:

newt was precious with the time he spent away from his beasts and yet he always found the time to spend an extra ten minutes in bed with you in the morning. he was the type to wake up instantly at the same time every morning feeling refreshed, never having to set an alarm or force his way out of the sleep-warmed sheets, and you, still caught in sleep, cheeks warm and eyes heavy, offered the most endearing sight newt had ever known. he took it upon himself to coax you from sleep each morning, running his palms up and down the length of your spine, trailing the tips of his fingers along your cheek bones, up your temples and across the plane of your forehead, and, of course, pressing as many kisses to your skin as he could fit. he often hummed lowly to himself as he did so, the mousy curls of his hair, tousled with sleep, offering your skin tiny kisses of its own as he worked. when you were awake enough to respond to his ministrations with kisses of your own, he knew his job was done, offering you a softly spoken 'good morning' with a languid curve of his lips.

on occasion you'd join him in tending to his creatures, trailing him with buckets of food mix or doing inventory to ensure that none of the magical animals had fled the safety of newt's menagerie. this was one of newt's favourite times, when he could watch you converse with his prized beasts and answer all your budding questions regarding them. his two favourite things coming together: you and his work. it opened up a newfound softness within him, not just for you, but for the animals he had become so used to tending to as he watched the delicate attention you gave each of them in turn. sometimes he'd let you take one of the creatures back to the main house with him or out of the case for the night, often the qilin, which had grown to a considerable size. during these days, he'd graze fleeting kisses to your temples whilst passing you a package of bedding or food for the animals, his hand settling briefly on your waist in a ghost's touch. he'd seek you out at the habitat he knew he'd find you in, approaching on light feet to secure his arms around your waist and kiss the back of your head while mumbling about nifflers and marmites. you'd turn around to meet his embrace, your own lips finding the tip of newt's nose and he'd smile bashfully, pulling you closer to him.

newt wasn't really one for pda. he'd rarely stray beyond casual handholding or wrapping his arm around your waist whilst the two of you explored the streets of london shoulder to shoulder. but, like so many other things in his life, you had unknowingly managed to encourage more confidence in the man that exceeded a sureness of magical creatures and their environments. you could recall the first time he had properly kissed you in public with extensive clarity: the way he had turned to you whilst in line at a small local bookshop, his long arm snaking across your lower back to draw you in close, your chest bumping against his and the warmth of his shaky exhale over your face. he was nervous and yet he still closed the distance between the two of you, his lips quickly yet passionately covering yours whilst his free hand located your own to hold in his. he had pulled away with a little smile, bringing your hand to his mouth now and replacing where your lips had been with the skin covering your knuckles. you had gazed at him in awe, stomach reduced to a knot of nervous butterflies as if it were the first kiss you'd ever shared with him. your reaction to it had encouraged him to kiss you brazenly in public a handful more times since that particular incident in the claustrophobic little book store and he would always pull away with a knowing smile, his cheeks as red as your own.

[elianas-cozycorner]

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕿𝖔 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 | 𝕹𝖊𝖜𝖙 𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗

Chapter One | Sweden

Summary: Several months after sharing a longing, intimate moment with your boss, Newt, you find yourself in the heart of a thrilling adventure.

Will chasing smugglers, taming dragons, and awkward family dinners be the key to pushing the two of you closer?

Author's Note: Here is the long awaited, long requested sequel to my fiction "Stumped"! Please, to all those who had previously enjoyed the story and requested this, accept my sincerest apologies.

I never knew how to continue the plotline until now. Rest assured, this multi-chapter fic will have everything you could ever desire! Depending on how this goes, I may change the rating. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Disclaimer: I have made this work non-compliant with canon for several reasons. Including a) lack of desire to be associated with films 2 & 3, b) for flow and story purposes, and c) because I do not condone J.K.R's behavior and wish to use my writing to bring joy despite the hurt she has caused.

Ao3 - General Audience Word Count: 1099 Warnings: None

"And so it was that you were left to sketch and think. It seemed that Newt was not the only one in a predicament, as confusion too clouded your mind. You were stumped. Stumped as to why Newt had seemed so pleased with your staring, why his smiling never ceased, and why he had chosen to keep you in his company after that. " - Stumped (2020)

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The air was hot, the wind scorching, and no relief could be found in any amount of water you carried. Despite the great altitude, no snow decorated the cliff faces and mountain peaks. Each breath only served to fuel coughing fits, what with the dryness and heavy musk of dragon. By all accounts, the world should have been covered in white, howling winds should have whipped ice across the craggy stone, and you definitely shouldn’t have been in a simple blouse and trousers. 

Yet, here you were. Wand drawn and a thin cloth covering your mouth, without any form of elemental protection. You’d always imagined your first trip to Sweden would be for recreation. Though, you supposed, searching for a smuggled Swedish Short-snout hatchling was more exciting than an office job at the Ministry.

“How are you fairing, darling?” A smooth, strong voice called to you.

You looked up at the man, watching him clamber up another outcropping of rock. Newt was in as much a state of discomfort as you were. His once voluminous curls fell, soaked with sweat, into his face, his shirt sleeves were rolled up above his elbow, and the cloth he held to his face was grimy. However, there was a crinkle at the corner of his eye that told you just how much he was enjoying this. You couldn’t help but return his smile though he couldn’t see it. 

“Perfectly content, Mr. Scamander! I only wonder at the heat, it is unexpected!” You tried your best to keep your voice level. 

“She must be in distress,” He took a moment to catch his breath. “I haven’t seen any blue flames yet, so she is still a good way up.”

“I suppose she’s turned much of the mountain side up there black.” You caught up with him and leaned on him for support.

“And any foliage to ash,” There was a fondness in his voice. “It’s likely how she escaped her captors to begin with. Many smugglers are unprepared for the heat of a Short-snout’s fire.”

You nodded and flicked your wand. The charm was quick to take effect, cooling both of you instantly. You would not risk cleansing your attire or casting a verbal spell here. The sweat and dragon musk clung to your clothing like a natural camouflage. It would be hard for the dragon to detect you, much less so if you kept your spell-casting to a minimum. 

Newt thanked you once he’d finished taking a sip of water. The synthetic waterskin was enchanted to keep its contents cool and permanently full. He offered it to you shyly, bumping it against your hand gently. 

“Drink.” His voice was soft, gentle. He wouldn’t command you to drink against your will, but there was a heavy tone of suggestion there nonetheless. It was your turn to thank him.

You took the waterskin, careful not to let your touch linger too long. Ever since that day in the suitcase, when your eyes had met and the world slowed to a stop, things had been different. Awkward. It never hindered your work, never interfered with your capabilities in tending to and drawing Mr. Scamander’s creatures, but it was always there. For you, anyway. It didn’t seem as though Newt understood how wholly that moment changed things for you. He was too sweet, too gentlemanly, to think of it as anything other than a moment between friends. 

“Try to keep up, Mr. Scamander.” You forged ahead, unable to stand beside him for longer than was necessary. 

Eventually, your trek up the mountainside proved fruitful. Newt once again led the way up. The heat only worsened, but that was to be expected when the stone underfoot was blackened and cracked. Any plants that may have grown from crevices in the rock were turned into small piles of ash, blown about by the wind. Which, as it happened, was not wind at all. The second thing to catch the eye of one Mr. Newt Scamander, was the flurry of movement from above. He placed his hand out behind him, palm facing you, and brought a finger to his lips. Then he pointed up.

Above, on an outcropping of stone, giant wings beat the air and battered against the rocks. Occasionally, chunks of char and sediment were flung down or broke off. The sound of the dragon’s beating wings paired with the gusts of wind against your skin. You had not been listening to the rage of mother nature. Instead, it had been the hatchling. With a look of concern, Newt pulled out two sets of thick, rubbery gloves and black, sturdy goggles. No words were exchanged as each of you donned the new accessories. The fire-resistant material felt strange against the skin, but otherwise did not offer much inconvenience. Just as Newt turned to lead you up to the outcropping, a massive chain swung down. It rattled evilly, smacking down across several sharp protrusions, and barely missed the Magizoologist. 

Newt pressed himself flush with the mountain and tugged you with him. “Careful! She must have tangled herself up when landing.”

The chain rose up through the air once more and now it was obvious that with each attempt at flight, the flapping was accompanied by rattling and creaking. Before, you had watched the pretty, pale creature take off into the sky but now she was grounded. A plume of searing blue flame spread out and up into the sky. The smell of burnt hair caused your stomach to twist. 

Looking to the man currently under the employment of the ‘Dragon Research and Restraint Bureau’ you began, “Mr. Scamander–”

He said your name, “It’s Newt. Please. Newt is far shorter and works best in cases such as these.”

You started again, “Merlin’s beard! Alright, Newt. How do you propose we get up there?”

“It’s far too dangerous to go up now, she’ll knock us off or roast us.” He chuckled lightly. “But it’s too dangerous to leave her up there alone. Those chains have to come off.”

“How do you calm a Swedish Short-snout?” You leaned closer to him as another, smaller chain whips by. 

"You know," He looked at you. "I am not entirely sure."

[forgottowrite]

꧁𝑁𝑒𝑤𝑡 𝑆𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟꧂

𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑁𝑒𝑤𝑡’𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒...

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒 :)

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑: 𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 @sai-kida134! 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦!♥️

𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝐺𝐼𝐹 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟 :)

𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡!☺️

Newt waking up in the middle of the night and hearing something from the kitchen

Him making his way into the kitchen because he assumes that one of his creatures made it’s way up from the basement

But he actually just finds you, sitting on the kitchen counter eating a cookie from the baking tin next to you

“Are... are you alright, darling?” Newt’d say and slowly stepping closer to you

You just nodding while dipping your cookie into the glass of milk in your right hand

“Did you... you really bake yourself some cookies in the middle of the night?” Newt would ask amused while ruffling his auburn curls

You nodding again, taking a cookie into your hand and reaching it out to him

Newt taking the cookie and positioning himself between your legs

“Someone’s got a sweet tooth as it seems.” Newt taking a bite from his cookie and being quite surprised “God, Y/N, they’re delicious!”

You getting tired again after a while so Newt carries you to the bathroom so you can brush your teeth again and him laying you down in bed softly after you both are done

Whenever Newt travels without you, he brings you a candy of the country he was visiting

Also, every time the pair of you is visiting New York to see Queenie, Tina and Jacob, Newt would ask Jacob to bring you some of his pastries

Jacob laughing at first but complying to Newt’s wishes

When you’re coming back from work and Newt was groceries shopping, he always gets you some candy for dessert after dinner

[beastsandfantasticthings]

To All the Wizards I’ve Loved Before

A little “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before AU” nobody asked for...enjoy! (Should I continue with a part 2???)

You hated crushes. You were convinced they were evil, made to make you feel powerless...incredibly smitten for someone who you barely even knew. You wanted nothing to do with them, which wasn’t a problem since you kept to yourself most of the time, not willing to let anyone in for that exact evil. Besides, you didn’t need anyone else. You had your sisters with you. They were all you needed, nobody else. Because letting people in means getting yourself hurt. Always.

Besides, it’s easy not letting people in. Easier than you’d think. You stayed alone in your room a majority of the time. Occasionally, you’d step foot in the library, even the courtyard when you were feeling a little adventurous. So what if people thought you were weird? So what if they thought you were a freak? It didn’t matter. You shouldn’t care how people feel anyway...you don’t! You were happy by yourself.

Of course, until one idiot snuck his way into your life, totally without permission by the way. Enter Davey Carrington. Talented, wonderful, kind, and perfect in every way. He wasn’t the only one who saw you sitting by yourself at the back of the classroom, but he was the only one who made the effort to sit next to you. Sure it took a minute to warm up to him, but you became quick best friends, spending every minute of every day with each other. He made you feel wanted, which just made you want him more.

But like all crushes, for you, they never end well.   

Your oldest sister was always top of her class, prefect of your house. She was extroverted, beautiful, talented...so of course she attracted some phenomenal people. With Davey and her, it was love at first sight. All of a sudden, they were spending every night together, all their time. And you were alone again, with all this love and nowhere to put it.

That night, you grabbed a quill and paper, and began writing a letter. A letter to Davey, where you wrote everything you wish you’d said and every secret you wish you’d told. You confessed everything, sealed it tight, and locked it in a box, never to be seen or read by anyone.

After Davey, writing letters like these became a habit of yours. Every time you developed a crush, you’d write to them, and just lock it in a box with the others.

There were five letters in total: Newt Scamander, the mysterious beast boy, Noah from potions class, James who lived in the neighborhood, Tom from the first day, and Davey, your sister’s boyfriend. Nobody else knows about them.

Thus, things continued in its natural order. Your sister continued to date Davey, and you continued to stick to yourself.

Until one day, everything changed.

You were making your way across the courtyard when you heard him.

“Y/N? Y/N L/N?” You almost didn’t recognize the voice from behind you, but then your heart swelled with a sense of realization. You stopped in your tracks, boots shuffling to a stop. You pivoted to face him.

“Yes?” you answered. Newt was looking at you. Or... at least he was trying to look at you. Instead, his gaze was slightly downcast. You furrowed your brows.

“Did you need something? I’m kind of on my way to class”

“Yes, this will be very quick. You see I’m flattered about what you…” he held up something that looked an awful lot like your letters in his hand, but there was no way it could actually be.

There was no way...no way…

Oh my god. 

“...about what you wrote about me in this letter. Truly, but I just-”

“Oh my god!” You interrupted, practically running over to Newt and snatching the letter out of his hands.

“Where did you get this?” Your voice was laced in agony and desperation.

Newt looked taken aback, mouth agape as if trying to find the words to say.

“It...it was addressed to me, did you not send this?”

“No!” you wailed, bringing your hands to cover your face in embarrassment. You couldn’t even imagine how red it must be now.

“Oh my god I can’t believe they got out…ok, listen.” You attempted to compose yourself, even though you wanted nothing more than to spontaneously combust on the spot.

“This-” you waved the letter in the air, gripping it even tighter.

“-was written a long long time ago. I don’t feel that way about you Newt, not anymore...I have absolutely no idea how it even got to you in the first place.” your voice dripped with shame, turning your head away so you didn’t have to look that the boy’s wide eyes.

Which, of course, was another mistake.

Of course, Davey Carrington himself was walking toward you, getting closer with every panicked thought that crossed your mind.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me”

Which meant you had to do something. Quick.

Without even thinking, (and you were definitely not thinking), you hurl yourself at Newt.

You close the distance between you two, dramatically sending you to the floor, your lips locked in a forced kiss. Newt was, to be expected, completely stunned. He lay completely frozen on the floor while you continued to kiss him.

Then, what felt like an eternity later, you pulled your face off the poor boy, and looked back to see the spot where Davey was standing completely empty. You sighed in relief and rolled off of Newt with a thud, breathing for the first time since you saw the letter.

“I…” You heard Newt start. Then, the weight in your chest was back.

“Oh my god” you must’ve said for the third time, shutting your eyes. “I can’t believe I just did that...I am so sorry” You quickly stood up, gathering your things that had fallen on the ground after attacking the Hufflepuff boy, and bolted.

“Y/N wait!” He shouted behind you, but it was too late. You were already inside, around the corner, and as far down the hallway as your feet could carry you.

When you felt like you were far enough from the scene, you turned a corner and collapsed onto the ground, keeping yourself from launching into a full blown panic attack.

What happened? Who found your letters? Why did you just assault Newt Scamander?

And what is going on?!

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Thanks for reading! Should I continue with this AU???

[miioouu]

Brother’s best friend

This is for @ahegaobaku only, if you’re not them keep scrolling iedidjim jk you can stay!

Word count: 2k (I’m pretty sure that’s my longest fic endjebuduj)

Warning: Smut…

         Growing up, you’ve read a million stories, fanfics about the girl who’s in love with her brother’s  bad boy best friend, but you actually hated them. They were all fictive, there’s no way in hell that something like that might happen, right? Or maybe you thought that because your brother’s best friend is Asahi Azumane, the sweet boy that your mom loves, the gentleman that always gives you a smile, the kind boy who always thought about you while bringing snacks to movie nights. There’s no way for Asahi to hurt a fly, let alone be a pervert who’d fantasize about his friend’s sister, there’s no way that he’s just waiting for right moment to bend you over…right?

         But don’t be so sure about that, you might actually fall for his traps. Smarter than what people give him credit for, he has a plan, and it’s going perfectly. Slowly, not only you’ll trust him, but the whole family, to the point where, when he knew no one other than you were home, he gave your parents a fake excuse of his car breaking down right near your house, asking them sweetly if he could stay the night. And who could refuse the adorable tall man? Making himself at home, he kept his actions on the downlow. Just his eyes lingering a bit longer on the curve of your ass as you bent over to fix the blanket on the couch that he’ll be sleeping on. Just his eyes darkening the slightest when you’d sit next to him, giving the perfect view past your shirt. His hands accidentally brushing the small of your back when he’s reaching behind you for a glass of water. Nothing that got you suspicious. Nothing that got you worried. He was so sweet after all. Oh and he felt so bad, so awful for taking advantage of your innocent nature, seeing you all giddy when he asked you if you want to come watch a movie with him. He tried so hard to suppress the evil grin on his face as you sat right next to him, leg bouncing, teeth digging into your lower lip as you watched with your big round eyes choosing a movie. And just like a small silly girl, you fell for his ruses; the moment you nodded your head, agreeing to spend the night next to him watching a film with him, he knew he had you, he knew he won. Just like little red ridding hood you fell into the big bad wolf traps, but will you ever realize that on time? Or will it be too late?

         You were taking too long to choose, so he did it instead. Taking the remote from your hands, making sure he brushed his fingers against yours just for a little bit longer than normal, and of course, of course he’d chose a horror movie. One so scary it will have you clinging to him. Your arms wrapped around his, pressing it close to your chest, you just wanted to feel safe, Asahi always put your mind at ease. You begged him to stop it, to change movies, you wanted to seem like a courageous girl at first, you could hang out with the older kids, you could be cool. But the movie was too gory, too scary, too bone chilling, and he noticed that. Your frozen digits digging even deeper into his skin, your face nuzzled into his neck, he could feel every breath you let out, every whimper you murmured and it got heat rushing to his crotch, it made him lose his mind… Evil smirk on his face, as he pulled you closer, so close in fact, the heat coming out of his body was enough to warm you up, so close in fact, you’re sitting between his legs. Despite his lust filled expression, his voice was smooth and enchanting “It’s ok y/n, I got you, I got you… Wanna do something that will take your mind off of this movie? Yeah? Ok then, you just sit back and relax, I’ll take care of the rest…” All you needed to do was nod and here he has you in his arms, gently dropping you to the couch, and now it’s his head that is nuzzled into the crook of your neck. Not to hide but to breathe in your scent and most importantly, to sink his teeth into the soft flesh; marking you. A chill ran down your spine, not an unpleasant one though, it got your back arching, your eyelids fluttering. His leg nudging yours open, his knee pressing to your heat, catching your clit. And you don’t know what that feeling is. It feels good, it made your mind go blank, it made your breath get caught in your throat, it made you want more, but something wasn’t letting you enjoy it properly, something was telling you that it’s wrong to do that. He must’ve sensed it. His rubbing stopped, he lifted up his head, eyes looking into yours, way too soft for it to be genuine, but you couldn’t pick that up. “What is it Y/n? Am I hurting you? No? Then don’t worry, relax… You’re safe with me, trust me!” And how could you not. It’s Asahi, the sweet man that everyone trusts, the sweet man that wouldn’t hurt a fly, the sweet man that wants nothing but make you feel good…

         So you relaxed in his hold. You let him pepper your skin with kisses and hickeys. You let him take off your shirt, let his eyes roam all over your body and his large hands explore your every inch. You felt warm, inside out. You felt light-headed, lost, all you could focus was the way his facial hair was brushing against your flesh, tickling you and yet, setting fire to your soul. And you don’t want to be saved, you want to burn, you want to be engulfed by fire, by him. And he could tell, the way your nipples harden and poke from your thin bra, the way you pressed yourself harder into him, grinding up to him, your body moving and you can’t control it. He didn’t mind it, not one bit, actually he loves it. The way you lost yourself into him, making his bulge strain his pants even more, he couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t control himself anymore. In one swift movement, he took off his shirt, quickly unclasping your bra and latching his mouth onto one of your hardened peaks. Your soft moans and heavy breathing made him suck harder, his hands caressing your sides and finding your shorts, sliding them down your legs making you shiver in either anticipation or cold, who knows. And when he finally pulled you panties to the side, pushing his fingers in, groaning from just how wet you are, you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help his name coming out of your mouth, whiny and breathy, begging him for more, more, more. Your wishes are his command. One finger, became two, then three, looking for that spongy spot inside you, and oh, from the way your back arched, your legs trembled, and your walls fluttered around his digits, it seems like he found it. Abusing the spot over and over again, living for the way your eyebrows knit, your voice picking up an octave. Living for the way you’re absolutely shaking underneath him, and all of it keeping him going, harder and harder with each twist of his fingers, it was no surprise at least for him, how fast you came, you did fall for his trap after all. And he wasn’t done yet. No matter how tired, exhausted you were, no matter how weakly you tried to push him off from you. He’s not giving up, he did come here with a mission, and despite popular believes, once he puts his mind onto something, Asahi is perseverant man. Getting rid of his sweats, boxers sliding down with them, his cock finally set free, standing long and proud. You swear it’s not going to fit, and you swear the sheer size of it scared you more than the movie that you were watching mere minutes ago. But he didn’t pay you any mind, not when he’s solely thinking about ruining you. Holding you in place, you’re squirming too much, his grip on your hips is bruising, his breath fanning over your face and sending shivers down your spine, finally ripping your panties away from you, giving you one last look. But this one was different, it was dark, with something you can’t quite put your finger on it. It was cold, it was strict, it seems like it held a deeper meaning, one that you probably not want to find out, and even if you did, you know it’s too sinister to believe that it was from Azumane. “Stay still, and don’t scream too loud, we don’t want the neighbors to interrupt us, right?” And you can’t believe that’s Asahi’s voice, bone chilling and hair rising. Not the sweet, soft young man. But saying that this somber side of him didn’t make you gush out, didn’t make you drool and excited, would be a lie. When he picked up on your lust drunk eyes, is when he decided to finally push in. Wrapped between your velvety walls, it’s a feeling he could get lost in, it’s a feeling he could get addicted too. With each roll of his hips, you could feel every vein grazing against your inside, you could feel him brushing and pressing against that euphoric spot, and he’s not even all the way in. The stretch hurt, brought tears to your eyes, but at the same time you were loving it, you wanted more of it, more of him. Although he wasn’t afraid that you’ll reject him, that you’ll hate him, he couldn’t care less, but with the way that you’ve been meeting each and every one of his thrust, the way your nails were digging into his shoulders and your back creating the perfect curve, pressing your chest into his, he was delighted to say the least. “Oh, baby, you like that? You like it when I fuck you senseless? You like getting fucked by your big brother’s friend? I always knew you were a little slut, just acting sweet and silly. I mean, you’re always- oh? You like it when I call you a slut? Don’t say no, I felt your walls fluttering around me baby girl…  So naughty, always wearing those shorts and showing your ass around. Don’t say you didn’t expect me to bend you over and taste you, mm?” He’s wrong, he’s so wrong. You trusted him, you trusted his gentle smile and his helping hands. The looks he always threw your way, you thought were accidents, innocent. But look how wrong you are, and look how you can’t bring yourself to hate him, not when he’s pounding into you like a beast, not when his teeth are sinking into your flesh, not when he’s turned your mind into mush, driving you so, so close to the edge. The knot inside you getting tighter, and you could feel him twitch inside you, you could hear his growls and grunts. You could feel his hands tightening on your hips, so much, knuckles turned white, too much, he was shaking. And his words pushed you over the edge, free falling into pleasure “Who’s my baby slut? Yeah, yeah, it’s you! Who’s my good baby girl? That’s right, it’s you. I own you. I own you. I own you...” I was your voice getting higher and louder, your walls milking him, and your tongue lulled out, his name coming out in a choke that made him spill over, releasing inside you…

         Pulling out, you were grateful for the blankets, keeping the mixture of both of you from staining the couch. With the first proper kiss of the night, his lips chapped and demanding as they pressed into your much softer one, he stood up, and put his cloths back on. Making his way to the door, leaving you in the cold room alone, but not before a few last words “I’ll be back soon little slut, don’t miss me too much, ok?”

[teentitwns]

soooo, as you know i wrote some bbrae fanfictions and, this one, especifically, called “all you had to do was stay” (yes, taylor swift’s song) was published in 2017 but i deleted after sometime because im little lazy and the history always seems easily in my mind.

anyway! i decided to rewrite this fanfiction and the first chapter is already posted on the brazilian website that i use (spirit fanfics), so why not put in here too?

please, remember that im brazilian and my english is a little broken - sorry for the mistakes you’ll find on the text.

well, thats it. im really nervous right now and insecure. i hope you like it and, maybe, i can post the fanfiction on ao3 or another website.

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The protective dome around Raven was totally useless and, like her friends, she knew it.

She was there, standing in the middle of the contraption built by Cyborg, with all her vital signs being recorded on the computers that occupied a large part of the room, beeping together with the devices that showed her brain waves.

Everything had been perfectly assembled and positioned so that she had the best protection that anyone could have in the face of what was about to happen, but all those technological tools made her feel like a laboratory rat, studied in vain to discover that in the end the experience had gone wrong again.

She sighed loudly and propped her elbows on her knees, resting her face in one hand; she no longer cared about floating.

She felt physically and mentally drained to use her powers in something as unnecessary as floating, and she didn't need to be inches from the ground at that moment.

In fact, it was better to have contact with the earth, with the concrete floor. At least she would be sure that she was still alive, that the world was fine and whole.

Raven let out a loud snort and huffed impatiently, her eyes roaming the room until they found the door, waiting, miraculously, for one of the other Titans to enter. She had been inside that dome for hours and she couldn't take it anymore - loneliness was good when chosen willingly, not out of obligation.

To her despair, in addition to the blatant private prison that was happening there, the kidnapping, or anything else of that level, the situation made terrible flashbacks go through her head, making her remember Slade, the brand of Scath , the end of the world and, consequently, Trigon.

Why did everything have to be so similar? It seemed that karma was acting exactly the same as it had on her sixteenth birthday, creating a tedious and scary looping. She never considered herself a fan of automatic repetitions anyway.

Unconsciously, she took her left hand into the pocket of her midnight blue cloak in hopes of finding a specific object inside it, but this time, she had no lucky coin to cling to and consider as an amulet. She was alone, forgotten, practically left to die, just as she should have been two years ago, on the fateful day when Trigon’s Prophecy almost came true.

The empath, a “witch” as many called her, allowed herself to laugh with mockery. She hated feeling sorry for her own tragic life, but she couldn't escape the pitiful thoughts she was having. She probably didn't think differently from what her friends had in mind - she was just a poor girl, victim of circumstances, who was not to blame for being the fruit of the forbidden, unhealthy relationship between a human and an interdimensional demon. She was not to blame for being “Daddy's darling”, the one chosen to bring him to Earth for the second time, since she was a poorly raised daughter and prevented him the first time.

Now, at eighteen, she wouldn't be as lucky as she was at sixteen.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos… Azarath Metrion Zinthos…”, she closed her eyes and started to meditate, with nothing else to do. “Azarath Metrion Zinthos…”

“Raven!"

She opened her eyes with a start, facing Beast Boy. Awkwardly, he spread his hands on the thick glass of the dome, breathing heavily.

“Great.", She thought. “Of all the people that Robin could send, he chose the most restless."

" What are you doing here?", she asked.

“Dude, isn't it obvious? We’re doing it wrong! ”, Beast Boy waved his hands compulsively. “I mean, it's your father! There is no one better to stop him than you!”

“If I leave here it will be easier to get to Earth."

“I really don't want to be pessimistic, but he's already here, mama."

“Beast Boy..."

“It worked last time, didn't it? What good will it do you to be stuck in that dome? The world will end anyway!”

“Weren't you the one who was upbeat until two seconds ago?"

“I still am!"

“Does Robin know you're here?"

“…yes."

“I don’t believe that."

“Of course I told him,", the shapeshifter scratched the back of his head, causing his newly acquired muscles to start filling his uniform to appear. “I just don't know if he paid attention.”, He gave a nervous smile.

“It doesn't count as a warning."

“Have you never been told that what counts is the intention?"

Raven rolled her eyes and uncrossed her legs, standing up. She walked over to where Beast Boy was, touching the dome with her fingertips. He smiled broadly, running to the nearest computer and typing in the code that would free her.

When the dome barriers disappeared, Raven adjusted the hood on her head, thinking about the possibilities that surrounded her. Beast Boy was right, after all. Trigon was already on Earth, like the first time, and she would not be of much help if she were trapped, safe and sound, while her friends killed themselves to save the world.

“I knew you'd be up for it!" He celebrated, approaching her.

“It wasn't your worst idea."

“I'm smart, you underestimate me too much."

“I must have my reasons for that, right?

“Taking into account my discussions about tofu being the best food in the world can’t be considered as a reason.”

“No?”

“We all have our childish moments.”

“And you have your adult moments.”, she said.

“Nothing for having released you, I’m at your service.

“Where are they?”

“Downtown.”

“Excellent.”

“Raven”, Beast Boy called her when she started to leave. “Are you ready to go?”

“You don’t?”

“It's just… You have nothing to bring you luck.”

“I don't believe in luck.”, she lied, ignoring the thought that she had been wishing for a lucky charm a few minutes ago.

“Why not?”

“I make my own luck.”

“But it's always good to have help, isn't it?”

“Come on, Beast Boy.”

He shook his head negatively and approached her, holding her arm firmly and preventing her from getting away. The difference in height between them remained almost nil, with Raven looking a little taller from a distance because of the hood.

She frowned and looked at him without understanding, trying to pull her arm out of his grip, uncomfortable with the position they were in.

“It's just…”, Beast Boy started to speak. “I shouldn't be here and I know it. You are always so focused and correct that you even embarrass me for acting that way, but, last time, you had the coin I gave you and we won.

“I don’t know where it is.”, Raven lied, lowering her head to hide the blush on her cheeks. Some of her emotions were manifested in Nevermore, reminding her of the small passion she held for him. Passion, that, that she was sure that she would never be reciprocated. He was not a philanderer, he had never dated anyone after Terra, but he was not unaware of love affairs like her. She had a little more experience, even though she was also small. “We can't keep others waiting.”

“I can't let you go without an amulet.”

“There is no such thing as luck, Beast Boy! How many times have I told you that we need to run after what we want?”

“Many.”

“And none of them fixed on your brain?”

“Apparently no.”

“I should have imagined.”

“Why can't you give me a credit?”

“You are acting like a child who believes in Santa Claus.”

“And you're being cruel to me.”, he complained. “I thought you stopped that a while ago.”

“I stopped. Are we going to battle or not?”, Raven asked impatiently. “The world is about to end!”

“I know!”

“Then let me go!”

“I can't let you leave here without an amulet!”

“So give me this shit!”

Raven's words echoed around the room, and Beast Boy smirked, as if he had been waiting for this ever since they started arguing.

Such nonsense fights and quick discussions were not new to them, who were used to being awkward a few times a day, always for stupid reasons. However, that time, the shapeshifter had a purpose and, knowing that Raven would play the game, he put his idea into practice, which ended up working very well, thank you.

Raven shook her head and shrugged, silently asking if he wouldn't give her anything. She was waiting for a frog charm or other coin, but all she received was a warm kiss on the mouth, which made her blow up the nearest computer monitor.

The touch of Beast Boy's lips on his made her close her eyes instantly, her body and mind embracing the fact that she wanted that kiss - she had even been waiting for him for a long time, having fantasized the moment several times in the stillness of his. room.

On the other hand, Beast Boy didn't explode at all, but he felt his whole body vibrating. Her cheeks were as flushed as Raven’s, and it had taken him a long time to have the courage to kiss her.

The kiss could not be considered "worthy of a movie" because the two were too tense to give themselves up completely. They did not know where to put their hands and neither should they do it; A light in their heads blinked incessantly, reminding them that the world was ending while they were kissing, and billions of people were at risk.

It could be considered an ordinary kiss, but for Raven and Beast Boy, it meant much more than that.

They separate after a few seconds, unable to exchange a direct look. Beast Boy cleared his throat and Raven clung more tightly to her cloak, almost disappearing inside it.

“Raven”, Beast Boy smiled, making her look him in the eye quickly. Without breaking eye contact, he simply stuck a five-cent coin in her hand. Like old times. “Good luck.”

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ok, i had no idea that the text would lose the diagramming!!! i wrote this on my iphone notes, sorryyyy

[thisthinghasclaws]

Remembrance [2] (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Word count: ~1900

Part 1

It only felt like seconds before you started regaining consciousness.  Your body was slowly restoring feeling into your limbs.  You were attempting to open your eyes when you heard something moving near you.  You stiffened slightly before relaxing, realizing that if you acted like you were still out it might leave giving you time to try to get away.

It seemed to have worked because you then heard some muttering and a door open and shut.  You opened your eyes and sat up slowly to see a semi-familiar looking room that was littered with various items.  There were also stairs that likely they led to a second floor.  You slowly stood up from the camp bed to test the strength of your legs.  Once you were sure your legs worked normally, you tip-toed to the door and peeked out.

What you saw outside rooted you to the spot.  Was I drugged?!  This can't be real... I feel fine.  You stepped out of the shack and looking around stunned.  It was exactly like the place in your dream with all the different habitats surrounded the shack.  There were the creatures too, though none of them seemed to have been startled by your appearance.

All of a sudden you heard a rustling of trees to your right.  You immediately ran the other direction, the realization that you have been kidnapped setting back in.  You searched desperately for an exit or way out or something to get you far away from whoever decided to nab you off the street.  

I've been drugged, my brain must have used my dreams to “fix” reality...right.  You could've sworn you heard your name being called in the distance, but you continued to run.  You didn't know how they knew your name and you weren't going to find out.  Running through different environments, you started to feel more and more hopeless.  Out of all the dreams, you've never seen an exit out.  Maybe this is a dream.

You had an impression you were going in circles.  You shouldn't have tempted fate because you suddenly were face to face with the shed.  Pausing unsteadily, you sat down between the shack and some crates and got your breath back.  You closed your eyes wishing to awake back in your bed, but you had no such luck.  

You stiffened when there was an abrupt blur of bright green and blue as something flew past.  You were just about to relax when you were suddenly face to face with a colorful bat-like creature with skeletal wings and spikes.  You yelped loudly in surprise as the creature seemingly trapped you in your hiding place and howled as if to call something over to your location.  You didn't dare move so as to not provoke it.  You heard footsteps on your left followed by a tutting noise which interested the creature before you.  Your eyes never left the creature fearing it would attack when you looked away.  With a few more calls from the person, the flying thing in front of you finally returned to whoever called it.  As soon as it left clearing you an exit; you ran.  You didn't get far before you were stopped by someone’s arms gripping you tightly so you wouldn’t get away.  

“AHHH! LET ME GO!!” you screamed, thrashing about and abandoning all your thoughts about this being a dream.

“Y/N please!  I’m trying to help you!  Please trust me Y/N.” your captor pleaded, “I can explain, please, just stop resisting.”

You didn’t trust him for one second and continued to struggle against him.  You turned to glare at your captor, hoping to surprise him so he would loosen his grip.

“YOU!!” stopping your struggle, he kidnapped you; mister ‘I'm sorry, but no we've never met’.  All your fear was replaced by a burning rage, “WHO ARE YOU?!  HOW DO YOU KNOW ME?!  WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?! WHERE AM I?!  EXPLAIN YOURSELF!”

“Y/N, calm down please!  If you would come with me for a second…” he said as he practically dragged you into the shed, sitting you down on a crate.

“You didn’t answer my questions mister.” you growled, not quite trusting him but you thought it would be a better option to listen to his explanation.

The wavy haired man didn’t reply at first instead he looked to be mixing different things together.  “It would be better if you just drank this” he said with beseeching eyes, handing you a bottle of purple liquid.

You stared at the bottle not convinced in the slightest.  “And you expect me to trust you!  You’ve lied and kidnapped me, and now you want me to drink that!”

He gazed at you for a moment, towering over you, before threatened saying, “Yes.  Because if you don’t, I will force you to.”

Cowering a little at the sudden threat, you steadily took the bottle from his outstretched hand.  In an immediate spur of bravery you stated, “Give me one good reason I should drink this instead of throwing it at your head!”

“Fine.” he said, “Surely you’ve felt like you forgotten something.  It probably started when you found yourself crying in an alley.”  He looked at you with the most pleading and heartbroken eyes you’ve ever seen, “You have to believe me.”

You peered at the liquid, questioning your next move.  Well… He was right… What have I got to lose.  You downed the drink before passing out unexpectedly.

~~~

So many memories came flooding back it was hard to concentrate on just one of them at a time.  You saw you and Newt, yes Newt was his name, helping different creatures from all over the world.  You saw memories of happiness, stress, confusion, jealousy, and even love.  You loved Newt.

~~~

You slowly, groggily woke up, feeling a pair of arms holding you close.  You really didn’t want to deal with all the new memories and emotions that you acquired.  Before you could stop yourself, you started crying out of happiness.  I’ve finally remembered!  

You felt the arms around you tighten, pulling you in closer.  “It’s okay Y/N, I’m here… I’m here…” Newt whispered to you.

“Newt!” you exclaimed, pouring your soul out in the form of tears, as you hugged him back, “I remember now… I remember.  It’s my fault, Newt, I shouldn’t have suggested going back to New York.” you cried.

“No, love.  I should have been more careful.” Newt said.

You looked up at him getting lost in his eyes, relief covering his face, glad you were finally back in his arms.  Newt couldn’t hold it anymore, so he pulled you into a passionate, almost hungry, kiss.  You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.  You broke away to get some much needed oxygen and relaxed in his arms.

“I missed you.” Newt whispered.

“I’d say me too but I only just remembered.” you teased.

The door suddenly creaked open but there wasn’t anything that appeared to have opened the door.  “Dougal?” you said .

The demiguise revealed itself and ran straight to you, hugging you tightly.  “I missed you too.” you said, hugging back.

You suddenly remembered something or rather someone, “Queenie!” you gasped, “She saw me one day.  She knows my memory was wiped.”

“Then I guess it would be a great time for a visit.” Newt said.

“I agree.” you said, “Where are we?  And don’t say ‘in the case’.”

He laughed, “Your hotel room.  Figured that if things… Didn’t work out I could… you know.” Newt hesitated.

“We should go now.” you stated, getting out of Newt’s arms and setting Dougal down, “They must be worried sick!  Wait, what’s the time?”

“It’s sometime in the morning, maybe 9 o’clock.” Newt replied.

“Okay, good.  I wouldn’t have never forgiven myself if we woke them up at three in the morning.” you laughed.

You climbed up the ladder with Newt close behind.  You waited for him to put on his coat before immediately clinging to his arm, ready to disapperate.  Newt pulled out his wand, giving you a small smile which you returned happily, and disapperated out of the room.

~~~

Once you appeared outside the Goldstein’s apartment, you knocked immediately.  You soon heard a “Coming!” from the other side of the door.

The door opened to reveal a confused Tina. “Y/N!  Newt.  W-What!?... Are?” she stuttered out, completely baffled.

“Queenie told you didn’t she?  It’s fine I remember everything!” you quickly reassured.

Tina let out a huge sigh of relief and was about to say something when you heard a squeal as Queenie came around a corner and bear-hugged you.

“Oh thank god you're okay!” Queenie exclaimed, “Newt must’ve been devastated.”

“You have no idea…” you heard Newt mumble.

“So how did you get her memory back?” Tina asked Newt.

You then saw Queenie smirk and giggle in amusement.  “Wow, Newt.  You were that desperate weren’t you?  A little extreme don’t you think?” she teased.  You noticed Tina becoming confused and a little frustrated by the fact she didn’t know what her sister was speaking about.

“Well… It worked didn’t it?” Newt replied, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Nothing extreme about being kidnapped by the man from your dreams.” you smiled at Newt.

Tina let out an audible gasp in surprise, “Alright you two!  I’m going to make tea and I expect you to tell me what happened starting from the beginning.”

~~~

You and Newt told the Goldsteins (mostly Tina) the “adventure” you both had as well as catching up with Queenie and Tina.

“Well, it was nice to see that everything is alright, but you and Newt should probably leave soon in case MACUSA finds out I’m harboring a criminal.” Tina stated.

“Newt, what does she mean?” you asked, surprised.

“Ah, yes, that… Um… I’m not aloud to set foot in America for six months since we were endangering human life.” Newt said, “There’s more to it but I’ll tell you when we get back.”

“Ah, okay… Well let’s go then.” you said.

You said your good-byes and disapperated back to the hotel.  You spent the day renewing your visa for a longer stay, checking out of the hotel early, and listening to what happened with Newt after you got obliviated.  The next part of the day was spent spending time with Newt’s creatures.

After walking to Newt’s, well both of your, apartment from having dinner at a pretty fancy restaurant (Newt’s idea), you let out a huge yawn.  “Well today was exhausting.” you said to yourself.

“I’m going to check up on the creatures.” Newt said, “I’ll be back up in about an hour.”

You nodded and went in the bathroom to put on your pajamas and to brush your teeth.  You got in bed and tried to get to sleep but thoughts of today were still swimming in your head.

Newt came up about an hour later, got ready for bed, and got under the covers next to you.  You were still awake when Newt came up, so you immediately rolled over and cuddled up to him, putting your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around him.  He responded with holding you closer and kissing the top of your head.

“I love you.” he whispered.

“I love you too.” you replied, as you drifted off to sleep.

A/N: OH HELLS YEAH IT’S DONE!!!  Hope y’all enjoyed this!

[thefoxtricks]

Sororis

the beginning of a thing for @yogurt-gun. originally meant as a joke, but then shit got Real™.

also available on ao3.

The small bell above the front door rang at just the right pitch for Percival to hear even over the whirring motor of the mixer. He turns it off, pausing only the half-second needed to know the customer had service, then returns to whipping the cheesecake icing needed for the next day’s case displays. The blades disappear in the thick confection, and Percival leaves the standing mixer to busy himself with checking some dough left to rise.

“Mr. Graves?” comes Queenie’s cheery chirp. “We have a customer looking for a something special. Any recommendations?” The way she bites the corner of her lip is all the warning Percival needs to recognize the trap for what it is. After all, the whole point of his business arrangement with the Goldstein sisters was for him to do his thing—baking—while they handle other things—people. In the few years they’d worked together, he was only ever summoned as the owner to handle particularly rowdy customers. Though, were he honest with himself, he’s often customer-facing when Queenie and Tina are swarmed by customers, which happened with horrifying regularity. Still, he didn’t like it, and he was never called upon for recommendations.

“Just offer one of the filled cupcakes or something,” Percival mutters, waving his hand dismissively. “They sell the best. You know this.”

“Oh, I think this requires a more personal touch. I’m sure you can spare a moment.” Her eyebrow raises in that suggestive way, and Percival, not for the first time, questions the decisions made by his past self. The one who, somehow, thought it was a good idea to leave a perfectly stable career with a sizable retirement package in favor of opening a bakery, of all things, with one of his former subordinates and her sister.

Heaving a put-upon sigh, Percival wipes his hands on his apron, then swivels between the various metal tables and tray stacks to approach the storefront. He doesn’t bother making himself presentable—this isn’t a scheduled meeting with a bride-to-be or an indulgent mother—and he wants to return to work as quickly as possible. He does, however, soften his expression, feigning an interest and concern customers typically expect.

Feigning morphs into genuine joy when he realizes which customer it is that needs the recommendation.

“Credence,” Percival says, the levity in his voice shockingly authentic. He’s relieved.

“Mr. Graves,” he answers, his smile small. “I’m glad you’d see me.” His hair has grown out since the last Percival laid eyes on him—well over his ears and down nearly past his jaw—and has it really been that long since Credence has visited the bakery? Surely not. Though he seems thinner, cheeks and jaw sharper than Percival remembers, the quiet burden that always weighed upon Credence is absent. He looks good—cleaner, more collected, his clothes a little less worn. He looks happy, and Percival has rarely ever seen him so.

Though his achingly sweet smile—the only payment Credence could ever offer in exchange for the goods Percival frequently slipped him—is a thing Percival keeps close to his own cold, wounded heart. Even then, Percival is hard pressed to believe those smiles were truly happy. Perhaps relieved. Perhaps grateful. Always on behalf of a younger sister who wouldn’t go hungry that night.

Percival glances worriedly towards the front door. Beside him, Queenie has mysteriously disappeared. The store is strangely vacant. “Is your mother waiting on you?” he asks, reaching for the case where their signature bread, still warm, sits. He takes a bag, prepared to quickly fill a regular order, and adds, “Had I known, I would have—”

“My mother isn’t an issue anymore,” Credence says quietly. He doesn’t move to stop Percival from preparing the bread, though, so Percival slides it into the bag before tightly cinching it closed with a tie.

A radical evangelical, Mary Lou Barebone parented her children with an iron fist, if it could even be called parenting. And though the truth of the statement is hard for Percival to accept, he doesn’t question Credence’s sincerity. Despite the comfort this should bring, all Percival can think of is that fateful day Mary Lou had made the mistake of reprimanding Credence in Percival’s presence.

Percival still doesn���t know what trespass Credence had committed. In all the months the Barebones had patroned Sororis, whether alone or with his family, Credence had been perfectly courteous. Manners minded and respect doled out in waves of gratitude for even the most meager of kindness. Soft spoken and humble, Percival had been immediately charmed. But that day, something happened in his bakery, something he cannot name because he didn’t see it, that summoned the vengeful harpy’s wrath from the blackened pit where, maybe, Mary Lou had once had compassion.

One moment, Percival and Tina were gathering that week’s order for the Barebones, the next, the smack of Mary Lou’s flattened knuckles against Credence’s face halted them.

Despite the tentatively superficial relationship Percival had established with Credence over his many visits to collect bread at his mother’s behest, despite how they were very nearly strangers to one another no matter the pleasantries and anecdotes they exchanged in passing, Percival did not abide violence of any kind in his establishment. He launched himself over the counter, half-packaged goods forgotten, and shoved himself between Mary Lou and Credence before the woman could finish raising her hand for a second strike. When she swung, committed, Percival grabbed her by the wrist.

The other children congregated along the far wall of the store, well behind their mother. Behind him, Percival heard Credence’s quiet gasp.

“Release me, you brute,” Mary Lou snapped.

Percival snarled in answer, “Don’t raise your hand to him in my store.” He did release her after that, shoving hard for her to stumble the few steps back to further distance her from Credence.

“You’ve no right to tell me how to raise my child.”

“But I have every right to tell you how to behave in my store.”

She left quickly with the other children in tow; terrified ducklings following their ruffled, peacocking mother. Credence stayed behind. When Percival finally turned to him, sure Mary Lou wouldn’t return anytime soon, he found him shaking. He offered his couch for Credence to take for the night, and Credence didn’t refuse him.

The next time Percival saw Credence—nearly a week later—he was beaten worse than before. With hands bleeding from a lashing, a painful twitch in his jaw from other wounds Percival couldn’t see, he came into Sororis and placed the Barebones’ regular order. He only fleetingly met Percival’s gaze and muttered an airy thanks when Tina handed him his purchase.

“She did that because of you,” Tina told Percival, once Credence had left. “To show you.”

And Percival knew. He retreated to the kitchen more often than not after that.

But now Credence stands before him with a spine straighter than he’s ever seen it, and a shy joy in his eyes and smile.

“That’s…good,” Percival manages. “That’s very good. I’m glad to hear it.” He looks away from Credence’s dark, glittering eyes and busies himself with tidying up a few of the display cases.

He doesn’t know…he knows Credence was beaten because of him, because of his interference. But he also knows that, before the confrontation with his mother, Credence lingered in the store. Pervical remembers how Credence would find a seat tucked away from customer traffic and watch him work, piping doves onto three tier cakes or flowers onto cupcakes. He knows these things, yet he doesn’t know why Credence is there now or why Queenie vanished or why Tina is tardy for her shift.

Credence hovers near the display case Percival sporadically rearranges. Strawberry tarts, cut and layered like a confectionery mandala. He stands on his toes to lean as close as possible without touching the crystal clear glass. “They’re lovely,” he says, a lilt of awe in his soft voice.

“Have you tried them before?”

His small smile becomes weighted with sadness at the corners. “Never had the pleasure.”

Percival impulsively grabs one nearest him and presents it to Credence.

“I couldn’t possibly.”

“Sure you can,” Percival pushes.

Credence takes the tart, and his pale cheeks flush to match the hearts of the strawberries. “You’re very kind, Mr. Graves.”

Percival shrugs. “I’ve a whole case of them. It’s no trouble.” Though he tries to go to task organizing and reorganizing Sororis’ stock for the day, he can’t help how he watches Credence eat the tart: how his eyes flutter closed in something like bliss, how the tip of his tongue sweeps his plush bottom lip, how he brings a knuckle to catch the cream that at the corner of his mouth. “Good?” Percival ventures. 

“Divine,” Credence answers. “Though—” He pops the remaining bite of tart into his mouth so casually Percival nearly knocks over a cupcake display tier. He covers his mouth while he chews with the back of his hand, and Percival can see the pink scars crossing his palms. After he swallows, Credence continues, “—I wasn’t referring entirely to the tart.”

Percival arches an eyebrow.

“Regarding your kindness,” he clarifies.

Percival nods, but remains silent.

“I don’t remember ever properly thanking you.”

He doesn’t have to ask.

The morning after he’d invited Credence to his couch, he found him curled up beneath the thick woolen blanket as comfortable as a cat, shoulders and limbs finally free of Mary Lou’s burdensome presence. Percival isn’t romantic, but there was something aesthetically pleasing about how the sunlight filtered through the blinds to bequeath unto Credence with the only stripes he should ever wear.

He brewed Credence artisan coffee that morning, drawing a cat with foam as easily as he drew birds with icing. It pulled a laugh from Credence, who proceeded to sip as carefully as he could to preserve the image. Percival cooked a hardy and savory breakfast for Credence, pulling recipes from when Mother spoiled him during holiday breaks from university. And when Credence reluctantly departed near noon, he did so with a daring, light kiss to Percival’s coffee-warm lips; then left Percival wondering if anything he did made a difference.

The vicious marks freshly marring Credence’s ivory skin a week later told him it hadn’t.

Percival asks anyway: “For what?”

Pursing his lips, Credence recites, “But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him. And went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him.” When Percival frowns, Credence says, “Luke 10:33 and 34.” In the face of Percival’s continued silence, Credence adds, “The Good Samaritan?”

“I didn’t bind up your wounds, Credence,” Percival sighs. “I made things worse for you.”

Credence scoffs, and it’s a sound Percival never imagined him capable of making. The barest curling of his lip, a near snarl, is also quite at odds with the Credence Percival thought he knew. It surprises him, but he likes it. “Oh, you think you had something to do with that?”

“I know I had something to do with it. If I hadn’t—”

His laugh is sardonic, a perfect, poignant juxtaposition to the light melody that had filled Percival’s kitchen the one morning they had together. It’s so severely jarring, in fact, that Percival’s heart aches at the sound. Credence says, “If you hadn’t intervened, true, she may not have beaten me quite so bad once I’d returned home, but I also wouldn’t ultimately be standing here, trying to thank you.” With a soft gaze and a gentle smile, Credence continues, “I’m not with my mother anymore, Mr. Graves.”

“Yes. You’ve said that.” He wipes his hands on his apron absently.

“I left with my younger sister shortly after…all that.”

“The little blonde one? Modesty, right?”

“Mm. We found a couple seeking a child to brighten their lives. She’s happy and cared for. I couldn’t ask for more.”

“We?”

Credence tilts his head curiously, then his eyes widen with something that looks like horror. It alarms Percival, and he braces himself for some sort of outburst. “You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“You don’t know.”

“Clearly, Credence,” Percival drawls. “Do you intend to inform me?”

“Ms. Goldstein was supposed to…tell you…” Credence’s former confidence abandons him as quick as a flock of spooked pigeons, and he sags like a puppet with cut strings. He takes a step back, and then another, as if he’s made a terrible mistake and has no idea how to fix it.

This is more akin to the Credence Percival remembers, though he finds he doesn’t much like it.

After a beat of hesitation, Percival asks, “Which one?”

“Tina.”

Who still hasn’t arrived for her shift.

The small muscles beneath Percival’s left eye twitch faintly as his annoyance quickly swells into outright anger. “Well,” he says, carefully, “as it seems she’s failed to tell me something incredibly important, I’d appreciate it if you could perhaps enlighten me in her stead.”

Credence chews his lip until it swells into a slight pout and shoves his hands into the shallow pockets of his thin jacket. “Modesty’s new family,” he starts. “They let me stay with them for a while, so I wouldn’t have to go back to mother, but I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

“You need a place to stay,” and Percival could kick himself for how much it sounds like a statement instead of a question.

“I need a job, Mr. Graves,” Credence quickly corrects.

This…surprises Percival. It must show on his face, because Credence flushes as if he’s spent a day along the shore. Percival straightens and abandons all pretense of rearranging pastries to, instead, fold his arms and quirk a smile.

Still, Credence drudges up what courage he can and forges forth: “With you, Mr. Graves. For you, I mean. I want to work for you.”

“But do you have a place to stay?” Percival asks.

“That’s not what I’m asking for,” Credence insists, nearly stuttering over the words.

“Fine,” Percival agrees, “but it’s what I’m asking. Do you have a place to stay?”

“After a week or two of honest work, I should be able to—”

“So no.”

Credence huffs in frustration and clenches his jaw, but he doesn’t dispute Percival’s conclusion.

“Because I still have that couch,” Percival offers quietly.

With a furrowed brow, Credence presses, “I’m not looking for a hand-out.”

“And I’m not giving you one,” Percival counters. “I’m…a Good Samaritan, say.”

Credence stares at him with abject horror for nearly five whole seconds before snorting through a failed attempt to stifle his laughter. Then, perhaps because of the absurdity, or perhaps due to relief or gratitude, Credence laughs whole-heartedly. He covers his blushing face with a quick hand; but it nearly mimics the joyous sound Percival pulled from him in his kitchen what feels like a lifetime ago, when he’d made him coffee and breakfast, just before Credence had kissed him goodbye.

Percival bites his lip and averts his gaze, trying not to smile too broadly in response.

With traces of amusement still curling the corners of his mouth, Credence asks, “Will you hire me, Mr. Graves?”

“Of course.”

“May I sleep on your couch, Mr. Graves?”

Whether Credence knows it or not, the question is tortuously sweet for Percival. It takes him two full heartbeats to reregulate how his pulse spikes before he answers, “Yes.”

“When will I start?”

The door to the back kitchen opens suddenly. It slams into the wall with a loud bang that startles both Percival and Credence.

“I’M SORRY! SORRY! I KNOW I’M LATE!”

Tina surges past Percival while still tying an apron around her waist. Her short hair is pulled back into a messy tail, and she immediately grabs a hanging clipboard with the day’s itinerary. She doesn’t pay the pair of them much mind until the silence left in the wake of her whirlwind arrival becomes suffocating.

“What?” she asks.

Smirking, Percival looks to Credence and says, “Now that Tina’s finally here to cover the front counter, come into the back. We’ll get started now.”

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DEREK/STILES

Fandom: TeenWolf

Just an extended must read list of awesome fanfics that is in no particular order :) ...

top favourites, more top favourites

In The Woods Somewhere

Author: WithMyTeeth (Ylith)

Summary: Peter travels with various carnivals, showcasing a massive black wolf he parades as a man-eating beast. In his caravan he keeps Stiles, his most precious possession who is much more special than he may outwardly appear. Stiles feels a kinship with the creature through their mutual captivity, so when he makes his escape he frees the wolf as well. Like Stiles though, the wolf is also more than he appears

Five Days of Dickings

Author: drunktuesdays, mklutz, the_ragnarok

Summary: Five Dickings in Five Days was the (hopefully interim) title he’d seen on the contract. More like five days of dickings. Whatever, Stiles was into it. The money is great; the fucking is also great. It’s a win-win way to pay for college.

Wolf Pack: Beacon Original

Author: Beerwolves, fearfrost1211

Summary: When his father landed the Deputy Chief of police position in Beacon Hills, Stiles moved to his new town gladly, embracing the chance of a fresh start. What he didn’t expect was to find himself hopelessly drawn to the gruff Vice President of the local motorcycle gang, the Wolf Pack. Derek Hale, resident bad boy of Beacon Hills, spent his time helping his sister lead the Wolf Pack and working on motorcycles at his family’s automotive garage. Then, one hot summer afternoon a bright-eyed boy walked into his life and turned his world upside down.

And That's a Wrap

Author: the_problem_with_stardust

Summary: An insanely attractive guy and his terrifying dog move into the Preserve. Too bad Stiles is a magnet for embarrassing situations.

Comprehensive Study in Getting a Boyfriend via Persuasive Essay-Writing

Author: Luddleston

Summary: Stiles is a junior Journalism major who takes Rhetorical Strategies because it covers his English requirement. He's also trying to be subtle about the way he keeps checking out his professor. Derek is a grad student teaching his first class ever. He also has the most annoying student on the face of the planet, and is donereading essays about the history of male circumcision. Flirty e-mails are exchanged, Stiles spends way too much time in Derek's office, and they fall in love over a mutual hatred for APA formatting.

The Rose and the Wolf

Author: xxjinchuurikixx

Summary: For who could ever learn to love a Beast?  Stiles takes his father's place as a Beast's prisoner in an enchanted castle.

Home

Author: coffeeinallcaps

Summary: Derek has bought a beautiful house. Stiles can't stay away. (In which everyone hangs out at Derek's place all the time and Stiles tries but fails not to fall for a certain socially inept alpha.)

(Not So) Pure Imagination

Author: theroguesgambit

Summary: "There is a world where whenever someone fantasizes about you, you can physically feel it, but you have no idea who is thinking it about you."Stiles knows it's wrong, but he's been Fantasizing about Derek and he can't bring himself to stop. Derek doesn't know who's taken an interest in him, but he's enjoying it way more than he probably should.

Forbidden Forest (eat you up)

Author: kishmet

Summary: Okay, so technically werebunny Stiles isn't supposed to wander around in the woods at night. But creative interpretation happens to be one of Stiles' special talents.

Happiness is Not a Horse, You Cannot Harness it

Author: otter

Summary: Derek's expecting the new guy. He's expecting another mostly-useless college kid who doesn't know one end of a horse from the other, and Derek doesn't have the time to babysit. What he's not expecting is Stiles Stilinski, who carries on conversations with the livestock and gets maybe a little too chummy with Isaac and is really kind of stupidly perfect in every way. And it's just distracting, that's all.

On Job Training

Author: suzvoy

Summary: Stiles finally gets the practical experience he's been looking for. It's safe to say it doesn't happen even remotely the way he was expecting. AKA, pretend boyfriends! With a twist!

The Searching Ceremonies Series

Author: KouriArashi

Part 1: Divided We Stand

Summary: Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....

Part 2: United We Mend

Summary: Sequel to Divided We Stand. Six months have gone by, Stiles is slowly recovering from his injuries, and the Searching Ceremony is about to happen. This time it's Cora who brings someone home, but he might not be what he seems...

Part 3: Together We Build

Summary: Everything has settled down after the last Searching Ceremony. Stiles decides to tackle a cold case that his father gives him - a 10 year old murder caused by a rejected werewolf bite. Meanwhile, Derek is trying to solve an even bigger mystery - what's going on between Uncle Peter and Sheriff Stilinski, and how much does he have to worry about it?

Part 4: Forever We Strive

Summary: When Peter and Sheriff Stilinski decide to adopt a child, they meet a little girl named Malia, whose parents were murdered. But when Stiles starts looking into who killed them, he finds a lot of unanswered questions.

Ever After

Author: Sybilina

Summary: Four years ago, Stiles left Beacon Hills, to go to college, to get away from the pack, to try to mend a broken heart. He thought he'd succeeded but right when graduation came around, his whole world fell apart. Again. There's only so many times Stiles can deal with his world falling down around him. This was one time too many.It isn't about getting the girl, or the guy, because romance and lovey feelings aren't a cure for depression.

Play It Again Series

Author: metisket

Part 1: Play It Again

Summary: In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”

Part 2: This Doesn’t Hurt

Summary: Melissa isn’t sure how she accidentally adopted a teenager, but she’s confident that somehow, it’s all Stiles Stilinski’s fault.

Derek Hale: Werewolf Cop Series

Author: the_deep_magic

Part 1: CherryBomb

Summary: Stiles is yanked up to his feet so fast that his world spins and his shoulder aches and he’s a second from screaming police brutality! when he gets a good look at the cop’s face.Holy shit. Stiles was just tackled to the ground by a fucking underwear model with a badge.

Part 2: Service Weapon

Summary: It is 100% against Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Office policy to allow two officers engaged in a romantic relationship to be partners. It is also 100% accurate that no one else on the force can last more than three days in a car with Stiles without begging for either a ball gag or the sweet release of death.

Scent Marking For Dummies

Author: Hatteress (goddammitstacey)

Summary: Stiles is almost used to being chased around the school by werewolves at this point. Having to share a bed with Derek freaking Hale, on the other hand, is just needlessly complicating his life.

The Right Number

Author: kyaticlikestea

Summary: When Stiles Stilinski's phone gets switched at the gym, he really just wants it back. The last thing he's expecting is to fall hopelessly in lust with the guy who's got his phone.So, of course, that's exactly what happens.

All You Ever Needed To Know About Knotting

Author: KuriKuri

Summary: Derek had started reading the column by accident. Really, reading strangers’ questions about knotting and heat had never really appealed to him. However, at that point in time, he was a little desperate.And he was right: most of the questions submitted by anonymous readers didn’t appeal to him. The answers, though, did.(Or: In which Stiles writes an advice column about knotting and Derek is smitten. Also they're neighbors.)

Show Me The Way Back Home Baby

Author: stilinskisparkles

Summary: In which Lydia and Jackson produce the world's cutest baby, and the pack goes crazy-- the good kind of crazy. Except for Derek, who is afraid of tiny cute babies and Stiles who plans to be the best Uncle ever. Even if Danny called dibs on Godfather.

Dating Backwards

Author: RemainNameless

Summary: Pornstars Derek and Stiles work for the same company. Derek only shoots with werewolves and Stiles only shoots with humans. That's not going to change after they meet. It's really not. (It might.)

Dirty Paws and Furry Coats

Author: queerly_it_is

Summary: Stiles is eight years old when his dad brings Derek home.[AU based on Disney's The Fox and the Hound]

This Is Home

Author: raisesomehale

Summary: Other than being a werefox with a werekit for a son, Stiles' life is relatively normal. He's a single parent, owns a modest sized home, and has a variety of kid-friendly meal recipes tucked neatly under his belt. It might be just him and Nate, but they have it in the bag. Nothing is missing from their lives.That is, until Nate befriends a girl named Sadie Hale on his first day of kindergarten. Then everything changes.

Adventures and Explorations Series

Author: Survivah

Part 1: A Simple Life

Summary: Derek plans to spend the rest of his life holed up in the woods after Laura dies. Then he meets a stubborn young fox, and the stubborn young fox meets an urn of Deaton's magic powder, and his plans change.

Part 2: Finding Miracles

Summary: Stiles was planning on just being a fox for his entire life. Then, well, magic, true love, blah blah blah, things got complicated. But as it turns out, he still has a lot to learn about this new world he's living in. Humanity, man. It's weird.

Knot if You Don't Knock

Author: jsea, marguerite_26

Summary: Stiles never expects to present as an omega -- that's something that happens to people like Greenberg, not him. He is so wrong. His life only gets stranger when Derek Hale mistakenly bursts through the door of his exam room during a doctor’s appointment. What happens next is a complicated series of events, including freshly baked cookies, book-carrying and surprise heats.

Sweet Tooth

Author: Spikedluv

Summary: Derek Hale had returned to Beacon Hills and the ice cream place was reopening. “Best. Day. Ever,” Stiles told Scott.

Oh God, He's Hot

Author: lupus

Summary: When Stiles came home a couple of days before junior year started from a summer away, he was a little more than excited to see his best friend Derek, especially now that he’d finally gotten the courage to act upon his long standing crush on the guy. There’s just one problem; somewhere in the span of three months puberty hit Derek like the bus hit Regina George and all of the sudden Derek is hot. And Stiles isn’t the only one who’s noticed.

Worth Series

Author: holdin_out_4a_hero

Part 1: You’re Worth It

Summary: "NO WAY! Her sons coming here?”Danny sighed dreamily. “Yeah, the Stiles Stilinksi. The young model that made it big on accident with his moms camera. The L.A. heartthrob that has actually never dated anyone, and no one knows what he does over summer, and yet he still manages to keep the hearts of young Americans easily.”“So why’s he coming here?” Scott asked, remembering that the entire Stilinski family was loaded with money, given the success of every single one of them, and yet Stiles would be coming to the middle of nowhere, for a random school that offered nothing.“Who knows? His parents are from here, but they’re not coming here with him. I have no idea, but honestly? I’m not complaining.”

Part 2: You’re Worth Everything

Summary: Stiles loves Derek, Derek loves Stiles... if it's meant to be, why does it seem so hard to get it to be?

The Awkward and Sometimes Painful Life of Genim Hale

Author: BlueRunawayMoon

Summary: Stiles is a writer of gay erotica whose work, according to his Editor (one miss Lydia Martin) has gotten dull and boring. Lydia suggest's that Stiles try to LIVE a little, gain some new juicy experiences that he can write about and bring the heat up again. Only problem is Stiles is a bit on the dorky side and not good with 'living a little'. After a whole slew of embarrassing situations brought on by his best(sometimes!) friend Scott, he's given some wise advice and decides to take a tropical paradise vacation. All's going good and well, and he's got a major crush on his super hot tour guide Danny. Yet it seem's like he can't stop bumping into Derek, who, as annoying and brooding as he seem's, also makes it quite clear he WANTS Stiles. As in...wants wants. With the two being brought together almost by fate, Stiles discover's that Derek is more than he seems....WAY more.

The Christmas Raffle

Author: mikkimouse

Summary: Every year, the royal Hale family raffles off a Christmas dinner with Prince Derek to raise money for charity. But this year, the winner is the second chance Derek didn't know he was looking for.

Kings Of The Moonlight

Author: thelogicoftaste

Summary: Derek is the newly single father to his only son, Isaac Argent Hale, and he finds himself having to move back to his home town of Beacon Hills to escape the insanity of his ex. It's in the middle of all this upheaval, the crazy mess that his life has become that he meets Stiles. Crazy, beautiful Stiles.

more fics: part 2

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Writer Interview

I was tagged by the lovely @sherrybaby14 and @jeffreydeanneganstrash <3

1. What inspires your work most? (The show it is based on, the actor who portrays a certain character, maybe the character itself…? It could even be an experience.)

I would say the character and then my ridiculously active imagination. A character has to really intrigue me for me to want to write them, especially more long-term. They can’t just be amusing or attractive, they have to have layers to them, and live in shades of grey. I’m not much for the “good guy” or “hero” type, unless they’re really tortured (like Daryl), and prefer characters who come off as “villains” but who actually have so much more to them, and the lines are blurry of which side they’re on. Case in point, my love of Negan, Crowley, Peter Hale, and Severus Snape. They all have so much depth to them that isn’t necessarily shown in the show/book/comics, or if it is, it isn’t until the end of their arc, and they end up dying a hero, of sorts. I love trying to psychoanalyze those types of characters, and imagining what it would be like to put them up against a female OC that sees past their rough exterior to the man beneath, and how they would react to such a woman...and eventually fall for her. Basically, I write my own fantasies, of how I would love to be transported to that universe and interact with the characters myself haha. Hence, how ID was born.

2. What is your favorite fandom to write for?

It has most DEFINITELY been Negan’s Thirst Squad. I still can’t believe how far this fandom has come in the past year and a half. From literally only a small handful of fanfiction existing for him on any fanfiction site, to now multiple fics being posted daily; from a small handful of thirst squad members who huddled together against those judging us, to a huge thirst squad full of love and support...this fandom amazes me so much. It’s one of the most positive and supportive fandoms that I’ve ever seen on any site, and I love y’all so much for that.

3. Which perspective do you prefer writing in? (First-person, third-person)

I actually prefer second person now. I had never written in a “you” perspective until ID, but after creating a novel in that POV, it’s now become my default, and weirdly, even though it’s supposedly the most difficult POV to write, I find it the most enjoyable. 

4. Do you prefer writing reader fics or OCs?

Reader fics. With those, I can literally make myself the character, without having to name her. Reader fics are still an OC of sorts, it’s just that they’re typically unnamed and it’s a different point of view. It’s definitely not as easy when it comes to not giving physical descriptors and not using a name when interacting with other characters, but it feels more personal to me, and I enjoy that a lot. 

5. Do you prefer writing longer works or one shots?

Hmm...I guess it depends on the idea. The only longer work I’ve written turned into a BEAST of a novel, and I’ve really loved the journey of writing it, because it proved to me that I can indeed someday write and publish a novel someday, if I so wish. Writing ID has taught me a lottt about not only my writing, but about myself, cheesy as that sounds, and it has been so fun to finally write down one of the huge stories that I create in my head, because I create a lot of them lol.

However, there’s also something exciting to be said for those smutty one shot ideas. Once in a while, I get an idea so arousing that I’m literally obsessed with writing it down, and spend days totally focused on that idea and transferring the fantasy from my head onto paper (or word Document, I guess haha). And then, once it’s finished and posted, I get such a sense of accomplishment, and it’s like I can then purge that fantasy from my brain so that it doesn’t drive me up a wall anymore...plus I can then transfer the thirst to others, which is always fun.

6. Do you take requests?

I do not. I took commissioned requests once earlier this year, and while it was a lot of fun to expand my writing skills by forming ideas from others, it was also stressful. I realized that it’s much harder for me to be passionate about what I’m writing if it’s not an idea that I already created in my head. Luckily, the three requests I got were already fantasies I had considered before, so I was able to draw on that, but if I got requests that weren’t something I found sexy or fantasized about myself, I don’t know if I could do those ideas justice and write them properly. Or maybe I could write them...but I just wouldn’t enjoy it nearly as much.

7. Do you enjoy getting random Asks?

I do! I’ve gotten so many amazing random asks since joining this fandom, and I love them all (minus the hate). Anons have started topics on my blog that snowballed into these amazing conversations, particularly in regards to sexuality topics, and I LOVE those interactions with anonymous followers so much! My ask box is always open to y’all :) 

8. What inspires the names for OCs (or extra character names) in your works? Do you pick them from real life or just select them at random? A mix?

When I do have secondary OCs, the names aren’t really based off anyone I know in real life. For ID, I was trying to find names of characters that didn’t exist in the show or comics (which was why I was screaming when the show introduced a young character named Ben haha). And for Trixie, I tried to think of a name of someone who would be young and annoying, and that fit for me. Maria might’ve been subconsciously based off the old lady named Maria who lived above me in my old apartment haha, although I don’t think my OC Maria is anything like her. Basically, they’re kinda random but also names that I feel fit the vibe of the OC’s personality. 

9. If your story(ies) have OCs, are their appearances based on real people or celebrities? If so, who?

I don’t actually describe my OCs appearances in ID too much, because I want readers to make their own mental picture of what they look like. I realized that their personalities are more based off real people I know, even though I wasn’t consciously doing that in the beginning, but looks-wise they don’t remind me of anyone in particular. When I first created Ben, I saw him as a younger, blonder Jared Padalecki, but since they introduced TV Ben, I’ve kinda morphed him with Padalecki in in my head and created a totally new image. 

My first OC, in a Dean Winchester story I wrote years ago, I totally based off myself, though. That was my first time writing a fanfic, and I made the main character, Amy, look like me, and her friend, Robin, I made look and act a lot like one of my hometown friends. I think that’s why I stick to “you” OCs, because I know if I made an actual OC with a physical description, my vain ass would make her look like myself haha. I wrote the first chapter of ID with an OC character, who was going to be a curvy blonde (like myself) and named Lexi, but then I changed it to a ���you” character at the last minute. It’s interesting though, to think where the story could’ve gone and been different, if I had stuck with that OC. But I’m glad that I made the switch.

10. How long have you been writing fanfiction?

My first fic was a Dean Winchester 2-chapter smut fic. I think I started writing it in 2013 and published it in 2014 (it took me forever to write). I then decided that was my one-time foray into writing fanfiction, and didn’t write any again...until April 2016, after the season 6 finale of TWD, when Negan showed up on my screen and ruined my life. So consistently, I’ve been writing it for a year and a half, minus that one story a few years ago.

If anyone actually takes the time to read these rambles, thank you, because holy shit am I good at rambling.

I tag (if you want to) @opheliadawnwalker3 @mamapeterson @faith-in-dean @winchesterswoonathon @kittenofdoomage @hannibalssweaters @bamby0304 @vizhi0n @wickednerdery @wheresthekillswitch @lucifer-in-leather @crzcorgi @purplemuse89 

(I tried to tag some authors I haven’t seen tagged for this yet, so apologies if you already did it!)

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POTTERMORE IDEA POSTS

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𝙿𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝑇𝑒𝑒𝑛!𝑁𝑒𝑤𝑡 𝑆𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑆𝑙𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1414

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐴𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡. 𝑀𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 :)

𝐴/𝑁: 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 @sai-kida134!!♥️ 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟... 𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 (𝐼’𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑠... 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡...)

𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦!🤗

[Part 2]

You just moved to the UK. Left all your friends and your school behind to move to a completely new country. Your father got a new job opportunity and didn’t hold back.

Quite luckily, you got into a new school. You knew it; well, at least you heard of it. Hogwarts.

While the other students were right in the middle of their fifth year, you just happen to have your sorting ceremony. You were told that it’s actually quite a massive event right at the beginning of the first year Hogwarts students attend. But as you just bumped into the school just yet, your ceremony takes it’s place now. There were only the teachers as well as the prefects of every house.

You heard the names before.

Gryffindor, which gets called as brave, daring, chivalrous and courageous.

Slytherin, which has traits like being cunning, ambitious, determined and has the quality of leadership.

Hufflepuff, which students carry loyalty, kindness, honesty and friendship.

And Ravenclaw, which are praised for their intelligence, wisdom, creativity and originality.

If you were really honest, you couldn’t think of a house in which you would fit in.

“Y/N. Would you mind coming up here and sitting on that chair?” says McGonagall.

Before you stood up in your black robe, you gazed at the ceiling and were fascinated by all the candles. Finally you made your way up to the chair. McGonagall lifted up a hat “This is the sorting hat. It’ll decide in which house you will be going.”

You just nodded and sat down on the chair as the hat was placed on your head carefully. Your eyes wandered from one prefect to the other. Neither of them was smiling. Just the girl from Hufflepuff had a small smile on her face which calmed you down a bit.

Newt POV

“Oooooh… quite a tricky one!” Newt was just passing the great hall when he heard the voice of the sorting hat. He walked by the massive doors but had to stop his way.

“No chance you could be a Hufflepuff! That’s for sure…” the hat says and Newt got curious. He made his way back to the doors and peeked inside the great hall.

When he saw you, he was stunned. Your y/h/c hair was glistening in the light. Your y/s/c was beautiful and he couldn’t stop admiring you. He wished he could see your eyes, your face in general… he wished. He wanted to hear your voice and if it fits your appearance.

“Plain as day!” the sorting hat said very loudly “you belong in Slytherin!”

Newt quickly closed the door as McGonagall was looking in his direction. He made his way to the Hufflepuff common room while his mind was running with questions. Why did you get your sorting just now? Did you just start here? And if so, where did you come from? And why were you here? Did you got expelled from another school and Hogwarts was kind enough to give you another chance? Also, what qualities do you have to be sorted into Slytherin?

Newt finally got into the common room and took a seat in front of the fireplace.

Your POV

You followed McGonagall's eyes as she looked at the boy in the green/black robe. He wasn’t happy, you could tell. His hair was nearly white and you asked yourself if he ever allowed himself to smile just a bit.

You got your robe and were asked to change into this instead of the plain black one.

“The prefect of your house will introduce you to the other students of your house. Just follow him to the common room and everything else will take place tomorrow. You may leave now.” McGonagall said, and the boy with the white blond hair touched you harshly on your back and pushed you towards the huge doors.

***

When you got into the common room and met your fellow students, you weren’t embraced by joy. Everyone just literally scanned your body, maybe nodded their head into your direction but continued with what they were doing before. Nobody cared for anything about you. You hoped that at least you would connect with the other students in your bedroom. But this wasn’t the case.

A month passed by and you weren’t able to make friends with anyone. You got some people to which you talk to on occasion but that’s really it.

You shared three classes with a boy which got auburn locks and green eyes. His freckles were splattered all over his face and his hair would always hide his forehead. He’s wearing a black/ yellow robe which means that he has to be in Hufflepuff. From time to time, you noticed his eyes laying on your frame. But whenever you catched him doing that, he turns his head away from you and always tries to hide his face desperately.

Once you got paired up in Potions to work together with him. He wasn’t talking much. Whenever you said something, he either looked somewhere else or looked you in the eyes for a short amount of time, quickly blinking away again but smiling shyly.

Somehow, you grew fond of him and wanted to know more about him. And as it seems, he had the same interest.

Once you were paired up again in Potions, he took a deep breath and said “Please tell me to mind my own business when I’m crossing a- a line here… but ho- how does it come that none of your fellow Slytherin students are talking t… with you?” The boy was still doing the project while speaking.

Somehow, your eyebrows raised slightly. You never heard so many words from him at once.

You looked at his side profile, his hands, and back to his face again “I don’t know. I guess I’m not really able to connect with them. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t here right from the beginning.”

“W- Would be sad. The houses actually always stick to- together” he said while cutting something.

“You’re a Hufflepuff, right?” you ask him.

He nods.

“Not to be rude or anything, but it always comes to me that your house gets stated as weak and anxious. Is that true?“

The boy furrowed his eyebrows quickly. His freckled hands wander to the kettle “Erm… I don’t see my house as weak or anxious. We often get called out as soft bu- but I can’t explain why that would be a bad thing… do you… nevermi-“

“I get it”, you interrupt him while smiling softly. He looks into your eyes, just for a second, before turning to the kettle again.

“I’m Newt by the way. Actually Newton Scamander, but Newt is doing ju- just fine.”

“Alright Newt”, you chuckle, “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.“

After that, you and Newt hung out with each other whenever you got some spare time. He talked a lot about the creatures he already tried to study, and showed you a tree where Bowtruckles would have their habitat. You were amazed how the small green creature would climb onto Newts hand as if it’s something that would happen everyday.

“Why does he trust you so much? If I look at the figure, it appears extremely reserved…” you say.

Newt’s eyes glisten as he observes the small green guy which dances around on the back of his hand “They know me. Otherwise they would hide or would try to protect the tree. They live in trees which have wand quality wood. But as they know I’m not here to hurt them or the tree, I- I’m something like a friend to them… does… does that make sense to you?” His eyes shoot up for a short amount of time before looking at the small guy again.

You nodded and just admired him. You knew that your look was soft but you really couldn’t care less about it. Love isn’t something you give away easily, but when it comes to Newt, you just couldn’t help yourself.

“Do you want to… I don’t know, erm, hold it?” Newt asks as he comes closer to you and takes your right hand into his as the small guy is sitting on Newt‘s left one.

You don’t know what came over you, but you grabbed Newt by his robe, and pressed your lips against his.

[beastsandfantasticthings]

The Desert

This is an ask that I’ve had in my messages for FAR TOO long...but here it finally is! It’s a rough continuation of this fic.

“please part two part two of your 66 - that's something a Griffindor would do where newt and the reader are in the desert? please?” @izadorablog

Word Count: 1312

Uncharted Desert, Turkey (3:53 pm)

“This creature is called a Dunswiller…” Newt lectures as you two walk, swaying awkwardly as you make your way through the desert.

“They’re not dangerous at all, or so I’ve heard. Dunswillers are generally found in the eastern deserts, about...yay big?”. You look up from your notebook to watch as he brings his hand up to the crease of his bow tie.

“So not too intimidating of a fellow...even though they are said to resemble Kneazles very closely, which are far more deadly. They’re not incredibly fond of the sand, it’s too coarse for their sensitive paws...anyway! The Dunswiller should look more sleek anyway, like an Indian tiger…” You stare blankly back at Newt, realizing how absolutely lost you were listening to his voice.

It wasn’t until recently that you realized you were in love with your partner. You remember wanting to hit yourself for letting your guard down so easily, and now, it’s interfered with your work.

Like, for example, when the baby Nifflers escaped and ran loose in the apartment. Instead of helping him chase them down, you were too distracted watching Newt run around the house like a mad man over some baby creatures. It was absolutely adorable. He then brought down the chandelier moments later.

Not to mention the time that Newt was trying to feed the Erumpent, and you were so entertained by Newt’s foolish dance, you accidentally kicked over a bucket, sending the beast into a frenzy and almost tearing apart the enclosure. You had to apologize profusely for having to make Newt calm it down all over again.

And now, here he was, adorably rambling on about some important information while you were just thinking about how his hair reflected the light like an angel.  

“Are you getting all of this Y/N? Y-you’re not writing any of it down.” You’re reluctantly brought back to reality.

“Huh? Oh, yes! I was just waiting for you to finish your description so I could produce a rough...pre-sketch!”

Newt’s eyes flickered down to your blank notepad, then back up to you.

“I finished my description about 30 seconds ago…you’ve been staring at me without saying a word. Is everything alright, are you feeling well?” his eyebrows furrow with concern, and he brings a hand up to your forehead to check your temperature.

“I feel fine...it must be the heat” you chuckle, removing his hand from your face.

You lingered as you let it go.

“Well hopefully we won’t be here too much longer. I plan on getting a quick look at the beast for your sketch, test a couple reactions to the plants I bought, then we can go back to Ankara”

“Good plan” you give him a meek ‘thumbs up’, turning away shortly after to curse yourself for such a lame action.

Some time later, after Newt had dropped a few more ‘fun facts’ about the Dunswiller, he suddenly stops, halting you in your tracks.

“Shhh...I think I can hear it.” You stop and open your ears, listening for any kind of sound at all. You couldn’t hear a thing.

“It’s here somewhere...it must be in the sand” With that, Newt leaps to the ground, pressing his ear against the sand. “It usually tries to camouflage itself underneath a thin layer of sand...which is why it’s been able to live in peace from hunters for so many years.”

Again, you heard silence. Although, Newt looked so funny with his rear stuck in the air and face in the sand that you ought to let it go on for just a few more minutes.

You were about to lift him up by the suspenders when all of a sudden, a sand dune in the distance caught your eye. It was...moving?

Newt seemed to notice it too, because he immediately threw off his jacket and equipped a large cucumber-looking plant, raising it like a weapon. “Y/N, get your notebook out...I’m going to try to lure it here with this zucchini”  

“Aye aye!” you ready your notebook and quill, making sure to stay absolutely still.

Newt carefully approached the sand dune, making shushing noises in order to not scare the creature. Once he was close enough, he slowly removed his wand, whispering the words “Revelio”.

That was when things sprung into action.

Once the sand was lifted, what must’ve been a creature twice the size of Newt leaped into the air, filling the air with a screech so loud you had to toss your notebook to the floor to shield your ears.

Whatever that thing was...it was no fuzzy Dubswiller. This, was a Chimaera. The beast was massive, with a lion’s body, a goat’s head arising from its back, and a snake at the end of its tail. You’ve only ever heard of these creatures in stories

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, it lunged for Newt, gnashing its teeth threateningly and pinning him to the floor.

“Newt!” you scream, but he was too busy protecting his face from the large, sharp teeth of the Chimaera. You had to get its attention away from Newt...but how?

Your eyes fell to Newt’s discarded jacket, a few more vegetables spilling from the pocket. 

You don’t know why, you don’t think you’ll ever know why, but you grab one of the zucchinis, and break into a sprint.

“This is such a bad idea!” You yell as some pathetic battle cry. Then, you collect all of your focus and strength, and you launch it at the beast as hard as you can.

To your surprise, you land an perfect hit, effectively bringing the beast’s attention away from Newt.

And now...on you.

“Shit”

“Y/N THE CASE!” Newt screams with full alarm in his voice. You spare a glance at the boy on the ground, whose entire whole face is riddled with panic, before you whip your head around. Where is that stupid case?!

Finally, you spotted it. It lay about 20 feet away from where you stood, you could make it if you ran.

If you ran like hell, at least.

The footsteps of the beast get louder in your ear as you break into a run. Once you approach the case, you fall to your knees, fiddling with the latches with shaking hands.

“Cmon...cmon!”

“Y/N WATCH OUT!” and then, magically, the case clicked open.

You whip around, holding it straight out in front of you to catch the chaimera. The beast was warped into the case, shrinking as it squeezed through its opening. 

Once the beast was finally captured, Newt scrambled to you, shutting the case and closing the latches.

You stare at Newt with wide eyes. Both of you looked a mess, faces covered in sand, sweat, and fear.

It could’ve been the adrenaline, high emotion, or mix of both, but when you opened your mouth to speak, Newt pulled you close, silencing you with a desperate kiss.

You were frozen at first, but eventually, you loosened up and began to kiss him back.

It was like fireworks had gone off in your head. You had imagined your first kiss many times, but none of your fantasies compared to Newt, hair a mess, and buttons undone, holding your face and kissing you over his case of magical creatures.

He eventually pulled away, and you panicked for a moment he might try to take it back.

“Newt I-”

“You saved me…” he trails off, eyes flickering to and from your lips.

“Well” You let out a sigh of relief. “Then it looks like you owe me one.”

“(Y/N)-” But you cut him off before he can say another word, gripping his shoulders and pulling him back into another kiss.

You lie with Newt in the sand and try not to think about the brush with death you experienced only moments ago.

Sure,  the mission was officially a failure.

But you couldn’t be happier with how things ended.

There it is! It was pretty tough since action isn’t really my strong suit. Hope you enjoyed! What should I work on next?

[forgottowrite]

꧁𝑁𝑒𝑤𝑡 𝑆𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟꧂

Dating Newt and living with him would be like...

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑: 𝑛𝑜𝑜

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒

𝐴/𝑁: 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦! ♥️

𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝐺𝐼𝐹 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟 :)

Obviously caring for his creatures

Always remembering Newt to eat properly

Talking about his creatures

Also being extremely excited whenever Newt finds a new beast

Getting interrupted by either the Niffler, Pickett or Dougal in your private moments

Helping Newt with his book

Lazy mornings from time to time

Soft kisses all. the. time he’d pass you by

Him asking if you want a cuppa

Sometimes cooking together (with that being said, I mean when he’s not in his basement, case or working intensively on his book)

Spontaneous shy slow dances in the kitchen or living room while listening to the radio

Jacob, Queenie and Tina visiting you in London and updating each other what’s been going on

Newt thinking he and Jacob are alone and you pass the room while Newt talks about how he could imagine marrying you and starting a family

Travelling with Newt to unknown places and sleeping in his case

Also visiting Tina, Queenie and Jacob in New York

Late night cuddles when you’re actually already asleep but he just finished another note for his book

Talking to Bunty about how Newt and her met each other

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꧁Newt Scamander꧂

❣︎Fluff alphabet❣︎

Warnings: none I guess

Requested: noo. It’s my first post after all :D

A/N: hope some of you like this! 🤭 gif creds go to the owner!☺️

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Your mind. He’s fascinated by the way you look at the world. Also how much you can care about others if they’re close to you.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He definitely would love the idea of a family with you; but that’s just the case if you want to start a family as well. He’d never push you to any decision.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

I don’t think that Newt has really a preference. As long as it’s you and him in the end of the day, he’d be happy. But I can also imagine that he loves to be the big spoon, but from time to time enjoys laying on your chest and listening to your heartbeat while intertwining his hand with yours.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Newt gives me the vibes of enjoying dates inside most of the time. Like sitting inside of his flat and talking about life, his time at Hogwarts... you name it. Sometimes he’d be up for a walk in a forest or just a walk in the green.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Love

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He knew he fell in love with you when he talked passionately about his creatures and you didn’t interrupt him once but instead just looked at him in awe.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Definitely!! Waking you up with soft kisses telling you that breakfast is ready, giving you his shirt when you come out of the shower... for Newt it’ll be all about the small things.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

As Newt would see his partner as an equal, there would never be a more dominant part in holding hands. He’d just intertwine your hands and maybe streaking your hand with his thumb.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He was quite neutral towards you at the beginning. Newt was stunned by your character, but wasn’t holding up too much hope that something could happen between the two of you

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Sometimes. Especially when Theseus is around. Newt is used to getting called weird or annoying so he would worry about it that you could start to like someone else who’s more “normal”.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Newt kisses softly. It can get more eager sometimes but he often checks up on you if that what he’s doing is fine. Often, one of his hands would be on your cheek.

The first kiss was initiated by the two of you. Newt leaned more into you while you always looked at his lips.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You.

It’s not that he doesn’t love you. He for sure does!! When these words fell from your lips while being already half asleep on his chest, he’d blush and also be a bit startled. But Newt would go through your hair softly with his hands and tell you, that he loves you too.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

The pair of you going down into Newts case and having a late night Picknick with the Mooncalfs. You had such a bad day at work and not even your favourite book or snack could fix your mood. Newt was busy writing his book so you didn’t want to bother him. But little did you know that he was actually preparing the Picknick and arguing with the Niffler to not interrupt the pair of you once you’d be down in the case.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He doesn’t. It’s not about materialistic stuff for Newt. He’d bring you a single flower from time to time which you would always press until it’s dry and keep it as a bookmark.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Green.

Just because you’re different. You’re like refreshing to him. You don’t push him away which makes you special from all the rest.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

My love, darling, sweetheart

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

I’d say kissing your hand and knuckles.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Sitting on the couch together by the fireplace, sipping tea and reading books or simply talking to each other while some of his beasts would be near the pair of you. Like, we all know that Pickett would probably sit on his shoulder.

The both of you also enjoy going to the basement of Newt’s flat and taking care of his creatures. But you’d do that all the time :D

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

When Newt is sad, he wouldn’t want to put the pressure on you. So he always vents to his creatures first and would talk to them or simply care for them. But you would notice his behaviour of course and ask him what’s wrong. So Newt would tell you at the end most of the time.

When someone else or especially you is sad, he would bring you your favourite creature, make you your favourite meal or hot drink. After he’d realise that you calm down a bit, he’d ask if you want to talk about it.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Obviously, his work and book. The places he already visited and stories he experienced.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Sometimes, it can just be your slight touch on his chest or hands. Or just hearing your voice while you talk about your day. But he gets deeply relaxed when you scratch his head slightly while his head is laying in your lap.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Newt is definitely proud of his case and the creatures he got. Nevertheless, he’d never see the creatures as his property.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Newt would propose to you after four to five years into your relationship. He’d take his time just to prove himself that you’re his missing half.

He would make himself extremely nervous because he thinks he has to do something big out of it. However, in the end Newt doesn’t need to worry about how he could propose to you as a baby Niffler steals the ring so Newt chases the small guy and of course, you’d try to help him. In the end, you catch the baby Niffler and tickle his belly and the ring falls out of his pouch.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

“Thinking Of You” from The Astorites

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

He adores the idea of getting married to you. Calling you his forever seems like a dream and he hopes that the two of you will make it.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

The pair of you don’t really need an extra pet as you are busy enough with all the lovely creatures Newt and you got

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꧁𝑁𝑒𝑤𝑡 𝑆𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟꧂

Having a lazy morning with Newt would be like...

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠:𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒.𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑: 𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑒

𝐴/𝑁: 𝑑𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 @sai-kida134!! 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠! 𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑜 @tryingtosurvive98 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ♥️

𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝐺𝐼𝐹 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟 :)

𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦!

You and Newt sharing a bed and the sun slowly peaks through the curtains

Newt laying behind you extremely close, having his hand laid on your stomach and his nose on your shoulder so he can take your scent in

You slowly opening your eyes and looking at the time and realising that it’s actually time for Newt to get up and care for his creatures

“Newt? It’s already late. Let’s get up...”

Him just humming into your shoulder and not moving from his place

“Honey, your creatures...” but Newt would just pull you even closer

“They’re fine... let’s lay here for a while, love”

You rolling your eyes playfully and taking his hand from your stomach to kiss his hand and trying to turn around after it

You brushing your nose against his and he would start smiling but also scrunching his nose

You’d just stare at his freckles and kiss him softly so Newt bringing up a hand to your cheek and touching it slightly

Seeing his beautiful eyes after it and him shifting so he’d be laying on his back so you can position your head onto his chest and draping a leg over his hip

Newt pulling the blanket correctly over the two of you so you don’t get cold

Falling asleep again while Newt scratches your scalp softly

Being awakened by Pickett which stands on the nightstand and complains to Newt

“Pickett... just a few more minutes. You know I’m actually always on time and caring for all of you. Now it’s Mummy’s time.”

Pickett not having it and just discussing further with Newt so it causes you to open your eyes again.

“Alright then...” you’d say, kissing Newt on his chest and cheek and getting up to slip into your bedroom slipper, walking past Newt’s nightstand to let Pickett climb onto you while Newt whines quietly at the loss of contact

You just stopping by the kitchen to get yourself a tea and slowly walking down the stairs to Newt’s basement

Newt joining you after a few minutes, also still in his pyjamas with some tea and kissing your head while you drop some eyedrops into a mooncalf’s eye

“You’re lovely, Y/N...” Newt would say and pass to the Kelpie