#grumbling wizards dont make promises they said

[flovverworks]

good morning thinking about the start of pt2 and the wizards looking like girlies with the sheer intention to annoy vincent. and akira only having non-comittal answers cuz theyre very aware they cant ensure it'll go great next time. thats not for them to decide. cue next time and its akira and twenty-one kids and akira standing there like ummmmmmmm sorry. like great guys! the one thing yall managed to agree on! (thinks its kind of funny) <-i imagine its similar to 2nd anni in how they end up stressed about the lack of progress in the meetings but arthur reassures them etc

[flower-slut004]

Fallin’ For You

Note: Back again from the dead bitches 😈 Ive been having writers block and I think i’m just gonna clear out my drafts with song imagines so be ready for that lol. Also sorry if it seems rushed, I wanted to get this out as soon as possible.

Summary: Benny realizes he’s falling for his best friend.

Warning: none :))

Note; Blue is lyrics, bold italics is thoughts

You like mis-matched socks with Polka Dots, 

“YN hurry up, the movie is starting” Benny yelled for his best friend as he sat on her couch.

“Yeah yeah, give me a minute...” she grumbled back as she struggled to put on socks. Finally beating the battle with the cloth, she smiled at her work and rushed downstairs.

“Final- what are you wearing?” Benny asked as he looked at her feet. YN glared as she looked down “Well you were rushing me so I grabbed the first pair I saw” she shrugs as she looked back up.

Benny shook his head as YN took a seat next to him “So...what did I miss so far?”

You like your pizza cold, I think that's hot

The young wizard frowns as he stirs in his sleep due to the noise he was hearing from the kitchen.

More clattering coming from that direction woke him up completely and began to walk towards that area.

“Sorry didn’t mean to wake you up, I couldn’t find the pizza...” YN cringes as she views Benny’s glare.

“It’s fine....wait are you having pizza for breakfast?” he rubs his eye as he sits at the table.

“And what about it?” YN sasses in a teasing manner as she took a bite of the cold pizza. Benny watches his best friend in confusion.

“Why didn’t you heat it up?”

“Eh...I really don’t have an answer why I didn’t...” she shrugs as she sits next to him taking another bite.

You like the swim at night when the moon is full, You think that makes you strange. But i think that's cool.

“Did you hear that?” Ethan whispers to Benny as they were walking late at night.

“No? What did you hear?”

“I heard a splash...sounded like it came from behind YN’s house...” He nodded towards their friends home.

“She’s probably swimming....” Benny dismisses it knowing her nightly routine.

“YN swims at night?” Ethan asks with a scrunched up nose.

“Cool right?” Benny smiles as he lifted his eyebrows

You can change your hair. Five times a week

“Another identity crisis?” Erica asked as she nodded towards YN’s new hair, sitting down across from her.

“Hey, if YN wants to change her hair, she can. It has nothing to do with her having an identity crisis....I think it looks great YN” Benny glared at Érica.

“Aww, thanks Bennyboo” YN smiled as she pressed a light kiss on his cheek, which made Benny light up like a tomato.

“Yeah...no problem”

And I'm a lucky guy cause you're all mine

“Did you hear that YN rejected Todd Jackson to the spring formal?” Sarah asked Ethan and Benny.

“Wait...Todd as in ,captain of the soccer team, Jackson?” Benny asks

“Yes... as in Todd Jackson, the hottest guy in school” Sarah rolls her eyes. Ethan looked up from his locker “You think he’s the hottest guy..?” he asks

Benny rolls his eyes at his best friend’s interaction with Sarah and lets them continue in their own conversation.

Benny’s focused soon turned to the hallway and his eyes light up when he found his best friend. Excusing himself from the conversation, he makes his way to her.

“Hey YN...whyd you turn down Todd?” Benny asks as he gripped his backpack.

“That idiot? Benny have you seen his grades? I could have a better conversation with a spider than him....besides I would’ve broken our promise.” she looks at him.

“Our....promise?” Benny asks puzzled.

“The one we made in seventh grade? We promised each other we would go to all the dances together. You’re also the only guy I would ever want to go with”

Benny felt his face heat up at her words. “You wanna go to the spring formal with me...?” he asks not believing what was happening.

YN, on the other hand misunderstood the sentence. “You don’t have to ask dummie, pick me up at six” she lets out a small laugh as she turned around.

“Hey Benny...did you find out why she rejected Todd?” Sarah asks as she comes up from behind him.

“She wants to go with me” Benny breathes out.

You said you're scared. That I won't be there

“I don’t know if I wanna do this anymore...what if I fall ? What if I make a complete fool of myself.” YN began to ramble as she sat with Benny.

“Hey hey....relax you’re going to do great YN...I promise you” Benny rests his hands on her shoulders.

“I’m scared you won’t make it...” YN blurred out the truth. “I really want you to be there....” she whispers.

Benny felt his heart hammering from his chest after hearing her confession “YN I’m not going anywhere“

But I live for the day. When I'm calling you baby

“I like YN...” Benny confessed to Ethan after watching their usual movie marathon.

“Wait really? Since when dude?” Ethan looks over surprised that Benny actually admitted it.

“Dont laugh.... I went over to her house a couple a weeks ago to watch a movie....and she was taking her time...as usual. When she came back down, she was wearing mismatch pokadot socks. I know it sounds stupid but that’s the moment I realized I felt something for her. It’s so random I know but i’m serious. At that moment....I knew I liked YN...” Benny rambles.

“I hope she feels the same way though”

I'm falling for you

“Wow....you look....wow” Benny whispers at YN when he views her at the dance.

“Thanks Benny, come on let’s go take pictures” she giggled as she pulls him.

“Wait wait....YN. I have a confession to make. When you said I’m the only guy you would want to come to dances with....it made me think. You’re the only girl I want to take to dances...and the park....and the movie theaters....and comic-con” Benny rambles.

“Benny....what are you saying?” she tilts her head

“I’m falling for you”

[vore-scientist]

A Game Of Chase

(safe/soft - GT - M/f-fluffy - platonic - vore)

A (mini) tale of the mystic woods

Premise: A classic pred/prey past time! Lots of mouthplay!

Warnings: very small mention of blood, including tasting it. It’s NOT a result of the vore/mouthplay, Yonah is very careful! I promise it’s like, nothing. \

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Zipping like a roadrunner the Princess Sophia’s footsteps made quiet the little ditty on the stone floor. A ditty that was overpowered by the thunderous stomping of the half-giant that chased after her. Pushing her short legs to their limit she increased her speed a smidge more. She wasn’t just small compared to the half-giant, she was small for a human, at 157cm (5’2”). 

Yonah, not wanting to trip and fall on his princess from carelessness, tried to predict her heading so he could focus on his own feet. The bedroom maybe? They were currently the living room, but had been in the workshop. Sophia had practically fallen down the stairs, using some crazy and daring bounding that kept her ahead of Yonah. 

Sophia had a wild smile on her face as her heart pounded with exhilaration. She made a sharp turn for the bookshelf and heard the little scramble as Yonah compensated for this new direction.

Baseball doesn’t exist in this world, and while similar sports do you wouldn’t get such references. So baseball it is. Not caring for her own skin she slid under the bookshelf like a runner racing a fast ball to home base. That stung; She’d be licking her wounds later for sure. Or rather Yonah would, she mused for a moment. Eh, that should be fine. 

“Awww come on!! I’m hungry!!” Yonah knelt on the floor and glanced under the bookshelf at the princess who was crawling to the back. 

“Too bad! Earn your food! It ain’t gonna waltz into your mouth!”

“But it-she can! She is just being a butt today; getting into places I can’t reach!” Yonah still tried to reach for her but she was too far back and his arm didn’t fit. 

“And you’re not trying hard enough! Aren’t you magical as shit?”

“That would be cheating!”

“Says the giant who wants me to just offer myself up!” 

Groaning he halfway stood up and grasped the side and bottom of the shelf, carefully moving it without letting any books fall. It was a slow process But when he was able to see behind it the princess was gone! 

“Sophia?” 

If he had somehow crushed her with the sliding wood (an absurd notion given how slowly he went) surely would have heard her scream and stopped what he was doing. 

Something caught his eye on the table behind him and he whirled around. Nothing! Then something pulled at his hair and thudded into his back. He tried to reach for her but she was already climbing up his ponytail. 

She clambered onto his head, under his hat. And snuggled into his hair in the dark. Hugging his head as he laughed. 

Light returned. She had one last move, as a hand came up to snatch her off his head! She lept! Forward; into the air, aiming for the bookcase once more. And was caught in two callous but soft hands. 

Now she dangled in front of his beaming face. 

“Got you!” He said, opening his mouth. 

But he didnt eat her. Instead he gently placed his lips around her side, delicately pressing his teeth in a love bite. Withdrawing his face he kissed her side, flicking his tongue out as he did, then under her arm to lap it up into his mouth. Her arm was still in his mouth, trapped by his teeth, thoroughly tasted, even as he sat down in his armchair with his prize. Wanting the use of his hands he pulled up the ottoman, took off his shoes, and put up his feet so that his knees were close to his head. He placed Sophia down. 

Sophia yanked her arm from his teeth, it was starting to hurt. Not from the force of the bite, but her shoulder was strained by the awkward angle. She massaged her arm and wiped the spittle off on Yonah’s robes. 

Yonah did not mind, he was happy to play. As soon as Sophia was relatively dry he licked her bodily. And froze with his tongue still on her. There was an unmistakable taste of iron. But surely she would have said something? He withdrew his face, but Sophia was smiling. 

“Why’d you stop?” she asked. 

“You’re bleeding somewhere.” it was not a question. 

“Oh!” She laughed, she turned over a leg to show him “I scraped my leg sliding under the shelf, I’m fine. Unless you’d rather not taste blood… I didn’t think it bothered you.”

She’d gotten scraped up on patrols before, minor nicks from thorns or falling off rocks, and that had never phased him. Sophia was certain his preference for uninjured had more to do with making things worse, than an aversion to a little blood. 

Yonah’s face turned red, “I was worried I hurt you.”

“Nope!” 

She leaned against his face, and whispered “If I’d been hurt you’d be bleeding from your ears right now!”

He knew she was right, but didn’t like how she’d phrased that, so he licked her in retaliation, covering her face in slobber. She shoved the tongue away but it was futile, Yonah pushed her into his mouth, her hands slipping across the tongue as she yelped in surprise. Then he sealed his lips around her torso, holding her delicately between his jaws, his tongue under her stomach. 

“Wow you got over that quickly,” she said, smacking his tongue rather loudly and elbowing his cheeks. 

The only response she got was a giggle, though she was pressed up against the pallet and the laugh reverberated through her a bit, the tongue flexing. Then a humming noise, which was all Yonah could manage in the way of speech since his mouth was so occupied. 

“I dont know what your fuckin saying!” Sophia said, doing her best to hug his tongue, wrestling it gently. 

Such an odd texture. It was soft, but so lumpy, in a way that she couldn’t compare to anything else. She liked it a lot. 

Then the jaws parted just a bit, enough so she could easily slide out. She sat in Yonah’s hand as he leaned back with a contented smile. 

“Dude if you’re gonna eat me, eat me!” She was starting to get sore from laughing, and might have a bruise or two from his teeth but that’s what one gets roughhousing with a half-giant. In addition she was soaked in drool. it was getting uncomfortable. She wanted to clean up or just be swallowed so it wouldn’t get all dry and sickly sticky. 

The wizard’s dark brown eyes glinted orange And she was held in front of his face. 

With a gentle stroking he applied a dab of glass paste to her forehead and whispered the magic words. His stomach grumbled in a Pavlovian manner to the poof of purple sparkles and he wasted no time in lowering Sophia into his mouth. She smiled as she was swallowed down swiftly and smoothly. 

Mmmmmm. There was a lingering layer of flavor on her glass form, which slid into his stomach, filling it up ever so nicely. He leaned back, stretching, clenching his gut so that it really squashed Sophia who chided him with a  “HEY!” and some nice strong kicks. 

“Scrumptious as always, Princess,” Yonah pat his stomach, “Nothing hits the spot quite like you do.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted something for all this flattery,” Sophia said as she stretched out and settled into the soft folds of the stomach. 

Sophia was just tickled pink knowing that this place, a dangerous torture chamber for anyone else, was her secure little hide away made of plush walls and intense loving warmth. Sure it was Yonah’s stomach, and she was technically “his” princess, but he was her father’s wizard. He belonged to her father, sort of, so this half-giant wizard’s stomach was her father’s, sort of, and thus sort of hers. Sort of. 

Yonah licked his fingers, not wanting to miss out on any of Sophia’s flavor, savoring it and the comforting feeling of his princess snuggling his insides. 

“What could I possibly want other than you snug in my belly?” He asked genuinely curious.

“That’s what I’m wondering,” she said. 

Now that the game was over and the adrenaline draining away, even from her cursed form, she was tired. 

She yawned. For some reason, even if she couldn’t breathe and didn’t need to, her body did things just because it was what it felt it should do. 

“Falling asleep already?!” Yonah nudged his stomach causing the princess to jostle around. He smiled as she moved to find a new position. 

“Only if you let me apparently!” 

She sounded just pissed enough to stop Yonah from asking for belly rubs. 

Yonah considered for a moment, the prospect of a nap. And then he yawned a massive yawn. It filled his lungs and tensed his entire torso, including his gut around Sophia. She didn’t complain. 

“See, you’re tired too,” she sounded pleased. 

“Or yawns are infectious,” he noted. 

He was a bit tired. Not enough to fall asleep so easily, even with his belly full of princess. But he wasn’t going to stop Sophia from sleeping just because he was awake. He was professionally evil. Not personally a jerk. So he got up and wandered to the bookshelf. 

“Hey what’s with the movement?” 

“Just getting some reading material.”

He has to choose between a arcanists journal, specially printed for his scale, the cover boasting new advancements in Prophetic Dowsing, and a storybook, science fiction but trashy romance set in space. Yonah wasn’t much for prophecies, so he chose the fiction. He’d read the first book in the series and bought the next 3, but hadn’t touched them. 

The book was a bit awkwardly sized. Half-giant wasn’t a common enough scale to warrant consideration for printing. 

Sometimes he could find things in “ogre” size. It had to be popular enough that ogres who could read at least one common smallfolk language would buy it to read to their fellows. But ogres didn’t really care for long prose stories about mostly smallfolk. They preferred shorter stories in serial magazines. 

Giants on the other hand were a viable market for smallfolk fiction. Enough to even invest in translations into the various giant languages. The books still had to be popular enough, and the books were rather expensive. But worth it. 

So what looked like a normal book in the hands of a giant, looked like a big college textbook in Yonah’s. Out of scale though not ungainly. Especially if you were a wizard. 

Instead of returning to the armchair he opted for the couch. He would eventually fall asleep, he wanted to be lying down. Taking both throw pillows he placed them at one end of the couch and made himself comfortable. 

“Are you done yet?” Sophia asked, recognizing the current orientation of her chamber and hearing Yonah sigh. 

“Are you not asleep yet?” 

Sophia was suspicious of his jolly tone. 

“If you’re still awake you can give me belly rubs!” He said cheerfully, patting his stomach. 

There was grumbling from his middle. He didn’t expect to get any belly rubs. He did expect the impressively strong kicks as the princess expressed her frustrations. 

“That’s all your getting!” She declared and stopped moving once she’d found the most comfortable position. 

“Sleep well my princess,” Yonah cooed and gently rubbed his stomach. Then reached for his book. 

Obviously he couldn’t rest the heavy book on top of Sophia. And it was so heavy he wouldn’t have propped it up on his stomach regardless, those hard cover edges weren’t pleasant 

He levitated it. Positioning it at the perfect height and angle so that he didn’t have to strain his neck or eyes. 

Which worked great. 

Until he fell asleep and it fell right on top of Sophia. 

At least when she yelled from inside of him it was muffled. 

[FIN] PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY

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[inkstainedfanfics]

A Case for a Zoologist

Request: Hi! I was just wondering if you could write a Newt Scamander×Reader where the reader is a zoologist and a friend of Jacob. Somehow she meets Newt through Jacob and they bond(him being a magizoologust and she a zoologist) and he shows her the case. Maybe a little confusing. Lots of love💙

Word Count: 1,994

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @polarchestnutthing

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

WARNING: Very slight Language warning

“I promise I’m not going to bite.”

You huff out a sigh, already annoyed with how your day is going. First, your boss dropped a stack of papers that could potentially be taller than you if someone made a side-by-side comparison, then Jacob had come to drag you away from overtime hours, claiming to have a creature to show you, and now his buddy here is trying to convince you that magic is real and he’s a wizard.

What bullshit.

“I’m not an idiot, you know.” You insist, arms crossed over your chest. Who does this man think he is, trying to convince you to follow him down a suitcase? Sure, you looked and saw a staircase, but it’s most certainly a trick of mirrors and angles and math, not magic.

“I would never have said that. I do hope, though, that it doesn’t seem I’m about to bite. The creatures are more prone to it than I.”

You grit your teeth. Is he honestly going to claim that he’s right, that he’s using magic? “Listen, just admit it’s a prank. If it makes you feel better, you can tell Jacob I fell for it. Is that what you want?”

Newt actually smirks, infuriating you. “I don’t want to tell him anything but that you enjoyed your time. He’s hopeful, you know.”

You sigh. If he’s going to maintain this ruse until you make a fool of yourself, you may as well get it over with. “Fine, I’ll follow you into the suitcase, but you lead the way.” If he wants you to look like a fool, he’s going to first.

He lights up. “Wonderful. Now if you don’t mind, try not to touch anything unless you check with me. Some of the creatures can be a bit skittish around strangers.”

“Whatever.” You grumble, letting him lead you to the suitcase open in the middle of the room. You’d shaken your head and stepped away when he first opened it, certain it was a prank.

Now, though, he puts a foot down and you wait for him to stop, to admit it’s all a joke, but instead he sets his other foot in it and slowly but surely disappears. “It’s quite all right. Nothing will hurt you down here.” Comes a muffled shout.

No. No, this can’t be right. There must be a false bottom, or a trick of mirrors, an illusion. He can’t have disappeared into a suitcase.

You step forward, fear suddenly streaking through the confidence you’d had only a few seconds earlier. Could it be…?

Lifting your foot, you set it down, surprise and more fear coursing through you when your shoe thuds against the wood of a staircase, not the leather bottom of a suitcase. There is no way he’s right.

You take a breath, reminding yourself of the false bottom theory. That’s most likely it, right? Soon enough, you’ll probably reach where the floor actually is, perhaps see a door or something. Still, you doubt yourself as the smell of honeysuckle and dirt floats up the staircase, inviting you in.

A hand appears when you take a fourth step down. Newt.

“Watch your head. I was a tad bit excited when I charmed this all, and I forgot to consider heights.”

You take his hand, ducking as you step onto the landing. A small workspace surrounds you, filled with bubbling liquids and tiny vials of substances you’ve never seen before.

Relief washes over you. “So it is a false floor.”

Newt’s brows furrow at the confidence in your voice. “Sorry?”

“So,” you question, pushing on the walls, scanning the ceiling for the sliding panel that must be there, “how did you make this?”

“Oh, I used a few illusario spells to hide the initial experiment. To create the habitats further out took far more work.”

You glare at him, resisting an eye roll. “I figured it out, Newt. You can stop lying, now.”

He watches you for a moment, silent, before letting out a soft laugh. “You still don’t believe this is real, do you?”

“Sorry I’m not the fool you took me for. Now where’s the panel you move?”

He smiles the slightest to himself. Why is that so infuriating every time? “You haven’t even seen the outside, yet.”

“Newt,” you say, allowing your irritation to creep into your tone, “I’m serious. You can drop the act. I know this isn’t real.”

The words seem to impact him as he grows quieter, drawing in on himself. “Why is that?”

Is he kidding? “Because magic isn’t real.”

A small, mischievous grin creeps onto his face, and you sigh. You’ve known him for half an hour and already you recognize that expression. “How can you be sure?”

“It’s common sense.”

“Of course. Common sense.”

“Listen, this is –“ You lose the end of your sentence when the tube of fluids you’re looking at floats up in front of your face. “What…?”

Newt raises his eyebrows, leaning against a table, hands behind his back. “What?”

“How are you doing this?” You scan above it for string.

“Common sense isn’t helping?”

You feel your cheeks heat up even though his tone isn’t unkind, just amused. Fingers thrumming against the counter, you shake your head, tone sharp. “Just tell me already.”

“I already did. Magic.”

“Honestly.”

“Honestly.” He says, moving his hands from his back, revealing a stick he waves. The vial settles back down into its previous home.

You stare at him, at the stick, at the next three vials that bob up and down with every movement, trying to reconcile what must be happening. You wave your hand over each one, under it, next to the side, but there are no strings, no attachments, nothing moving them other than… magic. “But how.”

He grins, sliding the stick into his pocket and rolling his sleeves up. “The real magic’s behind the door here.” He gestures to a door you had assumed was fake. “Jacob mentioned you like animals?”

“I love them.” You mumble, eyes darting around, trying to figure this out. There’s no chance it’s actually magic, actually nonphysical works moving everything, yet when you step outside, it’s clear something is wrong. Three habitats, all varying in climate, are side by side, inhabited by creatures – things – you’ve never seen before.

He leads you to a grove of trees first, obviously at peace here. His smile’s is huge, shoulders relaxed, and for the first time since you met, he’s not nervously looking around the room, eyes only lingering on you for a few seconds. “The occamy.” He says, reverence clear in his voice. “They hatch from silver eggs, grow or shrink to fit their containers though these,” he pauses to drop some food into their nest, “are babies.” He looks up at you. “They’re nothing to worry about yet.”

“May I?” You question, choosing to focus on the animals in front of you and not on the revelation that is magic. That’s too much too soon. Someday, you’ll try to accept it, but for now, you’ll focus on the beasts, the real reason Jacob sent you here.

“Go ahead. Be careful, though. As I said, some of these buggers are prone to nipping.”

Your eyes drift to the scars on his hand. What kind of beast gave those to him?

The occamy is a beautiful teal with splotches of green. A dulled beak leads to a point, and the tiny thing caws and wraps around your arm when you lift it. You suck in a breath. “He’s beautiful.”

“She, actually.” Newt corrects. “See the marking at the end of the tail? It indicates gender. Males have a green dot while females have a purple one.”

You cock your head, “Is that derived from genetics? Were they crossbred with another creature at some point or is it just natural?”

Newt blinks in surprise but quickly recovers, nodding. “I’m not fully certain yet. I’ve been studying their background, but few people noted much about occamies. They were classified as a pest for quite some time, so their presence only led to extermination, not research.”

“A pest? This girl? Who would consider her a pest?”

Newt rubs the back of his neck. “I suppose if you find a scaled creature filling your whole living room, you may consider them something of a nuisance.”

“Well, I think she’s beautiful.” You murmur, daring a quick kiss against the top of the occamy’s head. It caws in response, seeming happy, if that’s possible.

Newt positively glows. “If you like her, you would probably enjoy the bowtruckle tree.”

“A plant?”

“A home. Bowtruckles live in trees, protect them as best they can. They’re rather adorable. Similar to a muggle’s twig bug, if I recall correctly.”

You snort. “Do you mean a walking stick?”

He waves a hand, treading across the ground to two trees set apart from the rest in the grove. “Such ridiculous terms.”

“Yes, but bowtruckle isn’t ridiculous?”

He shoots you a look, grinning. “Not at all, no.”

“So how large are bowtruckles typically?”

Newt doesn’t even need to consider the answer. “About 15 inches long at full maturity, though Pickett,” he reaches into his pocket, withdrawing another green stick, leaves dangling from its head, “is smaller than that.” The thing squeaks, and Newt somehow seems to understand. “Yes, you are. 18 inches? Rubbish. You’re just being ridiculous, now. You are.”

You peer closer at the tree, eyeing the creatures as they stare right back, completely unafraid. “They aren’t scared of anything?”

“Not these ones, no. They trust they’re safe down here.”

You glance at Newt. “They trust you that much.”

“Yes, well, I am their main caretaker. I rescued them, you know.”

Something inside you stirs, a compassion for this man, for the obvious trouble he’s gone to just to save these creatures. “Are they found in the subtropics? That’s where we usually find walking sticks.”

“No, not primarily.” He continues on, answering every question you have without hesitation, without needing to think. He’s clearly passionate, guiding you from there to a large field, pointing out what seem to be rhinoceroses until you neared them and saw the glowing horns. You adore them, oooing at them until a flock of dodo birds wander past and your zoologist heart kicks into overdrive. You pester Newt for information about them, trying to understand what they are, where they live, where they came from, whether it’s possible that they descended from a muggles species and Newt, bless him, answers you, lighting up, rambling on without pause, and listening to you go off on a tangent about dodo birds and various theories surrounding their extinction.

Disappointment floods you as the artificial sun begins to set, signaling the end of your time with Newt.

He walks you up and out of the case, to the front door.

“Thank you for… everything.” You murmur, suddenly shy.

“Of course.” He hesitates, then drives forward. “If you’d ever like to see any again, I wouldn’t mind giving you another tour. Though I understand if you don’t. They aren’t the most fascinating to some.”

You frown at the flash of pain in his expression. “Maybe tomorrow? I’d love to meet Frank! If you’re not busy, that is.”

Newt’s head jerks up and he smiles, this one different than the rest, not excited or mischievous, but instead calming. “That would be wonderful.”

You nod, crossing your arms over your chest, suddenly self-conscious. “Maybe we could have some tea before. You know, so we have time to discuss the ancestry of thunderbirds before I meet one.”

He watches you, quiet, before nodding, cheeks flushing. “That’d be nice.”

“Well, good.” You start to turn, but pause, looking over your shoulder. “It’s a date, then.”

Newt nods. “A date.”

As you practically float down the steps you trudged up only hours earlier, you realize that Jacob may have introduced you to more than just a case full of new creatures.