#FBAWTFT x male reader

[rowniebow]

the gift | newt scamander x male!reader

summary: bits of a love that began at hogwarts

pairings: newt scamander x male!reader

cw: fluff

word count: 1.7k+

an: this was supposed to go in a long, long, fic but im rewriting it so take my shlop of a rewritten prologue

masterlist

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december 1912

a large pine tree protected you from the harsh winter, leaving your seats dry as could be. layers upon layers of chilled colorless cotton covered the grass before you two.

you sat next to a boy that had the stars written in his skin. he hunched over a family of mice: two small mice and a larger one.

you hid together, running away from the world as always.

you watched your friend. your knees curled into your chest and your eyelids hung over your tired eyes. the cold hammered the urge to cough against your ribs but you refused.

your friend's cold fingers were the only thing peaking out of his school robes that engulfed him. he used his trembling bones to scoot the apple slices he had brought towards the family, silently encouraging the tiny nibbles.

your eyes drifted to the white landscape surrounding you. you sighed, and brought yourself to your feet. the brown sweater that covered your school clothes hardly did enough to keep you warm, but you disregarded that.

the crystals crunched under your feet as you made your way through frozen field. snow slowly fell from the clouds. they mixed with the color of your hair. a smile painted your lips dry in the stabbing cold as you twirled, eventually falling in the soft bed of ice.

the boy you had abandoned under the tree with the mice and stars had been watching you dance under the clouded day. he gnawed on his lip before standing and making his way over to you.

the mice ran off, carrying a single apple slice with them.

he followed the footsteps that you left in the sea of white. once he arrived, he came to find you smiling up at him as you rubbed your hands and legs over the snow.

"what are you doing?" the lighter haired boy nearly whispered, not wanting to completely disturb the silence of the loud world.

"i'm making a snow angel," you continued smiling from the ground.

"a what?"

"a snow angel! do wizards not have that?"

the only response you received was a furrowed brow of confusion.

"come on," you dragged the lighter haired boy down next to you.

a chilled huff escaped the fallen's lips. the visible air exploded into the clouds.

"now, it's really quite simple. you just spread your arms - like this! then you move them up and down,"

your friend participated.

"then, you move your legs out real wide and move them side to side,"

he participated once more.

"than you've done it! a snow angel!"

the starry skinned boy furrowed his eyebrows in focus. he bite his lip and moved his arms once, then legs once, then arms once more, then legs again.

"can you-" you sat up, fighting the urge to laugh at your friend. "is it difficult to do both?"

the lighter haired boy only nodded, still trying his best to participate in the new activity.

"that's alright, it's enough, anyway. come on, step up!" you ushered. you stood together, side by side, looking down at your angels that laid so close they nearly held each other.

"and ta-da! you have a wonderful little angel that you've made." your grin was stupidly big.

a smile pulled at the corner of the starry boy's lips as well.

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january 1913

you made a beeline for your destination during lunch one winters day. christmas and new years had gone and passed. now, the most important day to you was coming up: your starry skinned friend's birthday.

you pushed the heavy doors to the transfiguration classroom open with ease, but hastily shut them soon after. the professor of the class quietly sat at his desk, quill in hand hovering over a parchment filled with notes.

"ah yes," the older man grumbled. "please do come in." the sarcasm weaved it's way through every syllable but you refused to acknowledge it.

"professor, please, this is no time for jokes."

the older gentleman sighed, placing his quill down gently on the desk. ink dripped quietly off of the sharp tip. "what is it?" despite his appeared annoyance, the professor uttered your name with expectance.

"so," you began pacing in front of the professors desk as you spoke. "as you know, a peer's birthday is coming up rather soon."

the professor sighed once more, but an amused smile played at the lips between his thick beard.

"well, i've finally come up with the perfect gift after all this time!"

"go on then,"

"i want to give him a memory."

"that's - alright, how are you going to do that?" the professor suppressed his laughter at the thought of his student, who has never been the most studious, attempting something as complex as any spell that has to do with a memory, or even enchantment.

"that's a good question, now, isn't it?"

"are you going to give him a pendant or something?"

"oh, now that's smart!"

the professor rolled his eyes at your lack of thorough thought. "you know, that's very advanced magic."

"i'm well aware. but, that's where my helpful, caring professor can come in and teach me!" you flashed a large, pleading smile at the older man who only sighed in response.

he eyed you up and down, "are you sure you want to do that? after everything-," the professor began to voice his worries over you: a student that he has taken under his wing to a personal level.

the smile on your face fell rather quickly at the words. "it's for newt, i can get over myself for him." your immediate tone change had the professor internally scolding himself. "will you help me or not? i can always go ask-,"

"no, i'll help you. if you're going to learn it you might as well learn it from someone who actually knows what they're doing." the professor stood with a grunt, mentally preparing for the hours of after school lessons he was committing to.

"great! that's lovely, professor, thank you so much!" you practically shook with excitement, running out of the door in a hurry before the man could take back his promises.

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february 24, 1913

you two curled up together on the top bed of your shared bunk under a blanket: your bed.

candles littered their desks, causing the room outside of your blanket haven to glow a warm orange.

pools of wax surrounded the candles on your desk. the warm wax leaked onto the many papers of homework that you would later see and simply roll your eyes over.

newt, however, kept his candles in their holders or settled in small bowls. the wax dripped down and collected neatly all together, far from any papers or books.

under the blanket, newt held his wand similar to a quill. instead of ink, light dripped out. the light washed over the page and splashed onto your giggling faces.

the soft chiming of a clock sliced through the quiet laughter, immediately sparking your memory. you let out a soft, but extremely excited, "oh!"

you hurried from under the covers, newt slowly following after you.

you dug through the pockets of your school robes hanging over a chair muttering and cursing to yourself about where "it" could possibly have gone. a small breath of relief escaped the passages of your nose as you felt the tiny felt box in the midst of your pockets filled with nonsense.

you turned around shoving a small box into newt's hands. "happy birthday," you whispered. your eyes struggled to look anywhere but the single stripe on his sleep shirt.

a gentle smile played over your lips, though. one that enchanted newt and kept him staring for longer than he needed to. "y-you really didn't need to," he stuttered, finally taking the box from your hands.

"i wanted to." despite your appearance, your heart bounced against your ribs as loud as a it physically could.

newt hands shook lightly as opened the cream box with a gold ribbon around it to reveal a metal pendant that looked to have been poorly bent in the shape of a heart. it hung off of a small chain to make a necklace.

"what's this?" he tugged the necklace out of the box, inspecting the hand made heart.

"here," your voice shook as you gently took the necklace into your hands, pulling the heart in half to reveal the projected memory you had spent weeks working with your professor to get in to the pendant (that you also made and bent all by yourself. you were very proud of the funky heart).

"you've enchanted it," newt whispered under his breath, bewildered at the sight.

he watched the memory play out before him: one that had been pushed to the back of his mind but was revitalized as soon as he saw the familiar sight.

it was the your first trip to hogsmeade together. the day newt showed you everything and anything there was to show about the enchanting town he had been raised to know. the town itself didn't affect him much at all anymore, but he knew you'd find it absolutely stunning. he was so excited to introduce you to the magical world when you two were little.

you sipped on your butterbeers together. you loved the overly sweet drink, and newt made a face at the sugar that bit at his teeth. newt offered his drink to you with a frown at the taste. one that you laughed at, eventually pulling a laugh out from newt.

"did you do it?" newt's voice could hardly be heard. the fear of disturbing the silence ached within him.

"hm?" you hummed equally as quiet.

"did you learn the spell?"

"'course i did." you replied as if it were nothing, but newt was well aware of how it was a big something. "is it-, do you like it?" your whisper was shockingly shy and insecure. a rare vulnerability that newt understood he was privileged to hear.

"yes! i-i love it," newt's hasty response cut through the comforting silence between you two. but you only smiled.

"here, let me put it on,"

newt stood still while you raised yourself on your toes to reach around the tall boy's shoulders to his neck. newt, very aware of the proximity between the two of you, looked down at the quickly dying candles that were providing the only light in the room.

you leaned back down onto your heels, "there." you played with the pendant over his chest between your fingers, finally letting it fall against his clothes.

"t-thank you," newt stuttered your name, struggling to get anything more than a mutter our.

you smiled.

and the candles finally went out.

[trashland-llamas]

-> Fic Masterlist <- (Fandoms A-G | Fandoms H-Z)

Harry Potter [Original series, FBAWTFT, Marauders]

Soft-Spoken; Theseus Scamander + Reader who struggles with compliments [GN]

Eye of the Storm; Theseus Scamander x Veela!Reader [GN]

Blasted Minotaur; Theseus lulls the reader to sleep with the story of Theseus & the Minotaur [GN]

Nobody’s Fault but my Own; Molly finds a letter Percy wrote to Fred after his death

Dear Freddie; the letter mentioned in Nobody's Fault but my Own

Piss Off; Ron x Draco; Draco only knows how to flirt by pissing the other person off

Marauders Headcanons + some Lily & Regulus sprinkled in

Regulus & his Hufflebuddy [GN]

Dysphoria’s a bitch, huh?; Regulus Black helps to protect other trans students at Hogwarts

Belly Scratches; Headcanons around how Padfoot reacts to belly scratches and how the Marauders lean into it

Pack Animals; Remus is one of the lycanthropy specialists that Enid's parents sent her to

Meow?; Regulus discovers Remus' secret and decides to help in his own way by becoming an animagus himself

Grrrr?; Regulus asks out Remus on a date, revealing that he's the black cat shadowing the Marauders. Sequel to Meow?

Succor; Remus renounces his magic until Regulus shows up with a job proposition

Rebel Without a Cause; Sirius, after leaving home is surprised to find his brother on the Knight Express

Breakfast Club; Sequel to Rebel Without a Cause, in which Sirius takes Regulus to the Potters' Residence & convinces him to stay for breakfast

Hermitcraft SMP

Na-Scar; Retired nascar driver! Scar helps train Grian to win a race/bet against Mumbo

JJBA

How the Stardust Crusader react to y/n being trans

I’m Small: Jotaro discovers that Reader is an age regressor [Male]

Mimicry; Jotaro & Reader have a relationship akin to Wreck It Ralph & Vanellope von Schweetz [GN]

Allergens; Reader finds out Jotaro’s allergic to cats [GN]

Toi, moi, un rendez-vous?; Reader learns French so they can ask Polnareff on a date in his native tongue [GN]

The Artist’s Muse; Y/n discovers what Noriaki spends so much time drawing [Fem]

JJK

hair of gold and a neck of pearls; Tiana catches Nanami dancing in the kitchen. or Nanami was trying to surprise Tiana, but lost track of time

Kuroko's Basketball

Doge; Kagami's fear of dogs get in the way of y/n's service dog so y/n takes it upon themselves to help him with said fear [GN]

Marvel

Serpentine; poem about Loki

MCYT Adjacent

I’m Home Again; Dad!Corpse

NWTB

Rivets; My attempt at making one of those Youtube egos

Obey Me!

Bah Bah Black Sheep; Mc has a nightmare where they're the sheep character in Catherine and die trying to complete the obstacle course. Waking up, they go seek their beloved demon. [GN]

Astronomy themed nicknames Belphegor calls Mc [GN]

One Piece [anime, & live action]

Red Bottoms; Strawhats + whether I think they can successfully walk in heels

Strawhats + reacting to reader cupping their face [GN]

Strip Poker…but w/ Peppers?; Sanji and Zoro compete for y/n's affections over a sinister game of strip poker, suggested by the cook [Fem]

Do You Have a Light?; Sanji & Zoro react to Reader smoking for the first time [GN]

Take It Off; Zoro catches trans! reader over-binding [Male]

Stoic; Reader goes to Sanji for comfort after becoming fed up with Zoro's methods of comforting them [Male]

Could Just Eat You Alive; reader agrees to being Sanji's meal [Fem]

Relaxed, Squishy. Flexed, Hard; Reader asks Sanji while drunk why his muscles are so squishy [GN]

Moth to a Flame; Sanji jumpscares touch-starved reader with touch [Male]

Feel My Heartbeat Beat Beat; Soulmate au where Sanji can sense reader’s heartbeat [GN]

Ohhhhh Waaaaitttteerrrr; Reader is a customer at the Baratie & has to tell Sanji their order turned out wrong [GN]

Vignettes; Vignettes revolving Sanji and Reader's sex life [GN]

Cramps; Reader has PCOS and finally experiences cramps. Not knowing how to deal with them, they confide in Nami [Fem]

Sweet Treat; Where Reader is the type that doesn't want for anything...or where Sanji takes this personally and coaxes them into making a request for the menu [GN]

Nice to Meet Ya; Reader accidentally bumps into Sir Crocodile while buying groceries. Crocodile offers to buy a replacement as an excuse to talk to them more [GN]

Avoidance; Strawhats + s/o who avoids eye contact like the plague

Needy Little Thing; Reader is clingy and wants to cum. Or where Zoro takes care of them. (Fem]

Warm Summer's Day; Ace comes across a sleeping Reader. Thing is it's summer yet they're still using a winter duvet. [GN]

He Loves Me. He Loves Me Not; Sanji not knowing how to court men, accidentally causes some gender dysphoria for y/n [Trans Male]

Ouran High School Host Club

Two Peas in a Pod; Mori-senpai x reader who like him, doesn't talk a lot [GN]

Outlander

Pineapple…on Pizza? Why?; Oneshot about Jamie trying pineapple pizza [GN]

Resident Evil

Cat Eyed; Reader helps Vendetta! Leon apply his eyeliner [GN]

Tiddies; Reader coerces Leon into letting them play with his tits [GN]

That Girl is Poison; Reader attempts to poison Leon [Fem]

Everyone Grows Old; Reader’s self-conscious about their gray hairs, Leon comforts them [GN]

Food Guarding; Leon adopts dog hybrid! reader who deals with food guarding as a result of previous abusive owners [GN]

Sidemen + Troops

Mrs All American; Hcs bout Reader being an American [GN]

Mom Friend; Reader makes breakfast for the Sidemen crew [GN]

Fruit Gushers; Trans male reader is on their period [Male]

Welcome to Jackass; The bit/scene from Jackass 4.5 where Steve-O tries advertising his condoms by filling them w/ sewage from his RV but insert the Sidemen instead

Scary Dog Privileges; Sidemen's reaction to y/n having scary dog privileges [GN]

Hey, Catch!; Reader has dyspraxia [GN]

I’m Not Angry Anymore; Cal falls asleep to Harry singing

Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist; a poltergeist starts following Lux around [Fem]

Fat, Funny Friend; Behz consoles reader after finding them broken down after a particularly bad day [Male]

Who Let the Dogs Out; Reader's trying to reel in their dog or where Ethan thinks they're catcalling them

When the Sun loves the Moon; Harry's had a crush on his next door neighbor y/n for a while but has been too much of a chicken to talk to her until Simon encourages him to invite her over [Fem]

Touch Starved Harry

Caregiver; JJ & Simon are Reader's caregivers, Reader's an age regressor [GN]

Why So Sad?; Simon accidentally scares y/n while they're already regressed, making them further regress into headspace and JJ takes care of them. Sequel to Caregivers. [GN]

Absolutely Stunning; Simon tries on lingerie for JJ

Dad; 4x the Sidemen called Josh ‘Dad’

Enthralled; Tobi doesn't let Reader do work related stuff during their movie night [GN]

Stranger Things

Barbie; Y/n beats Munson at his own game of name 3 songs

What’s Wrong with my Speech?; Reader goes w/ Eleven to speech therapy

We Bare Bears

Stuffies; Ice Bear notices y/n’s beloved stuffy finally needs to be replaced [GN]

Wednesday

Pack Animals; Remus is one of the lycanthropy specialists that Enid's parents sent her to

Studyblr?; Tyler finally finds the time to strike up a conversation with a regular, y/n, an infamous studyblr blogger on tumblr

X-Men

Mother-hen; Reader w/ mother-hen vibes or Logan who slowly warms up to Reader’s attempts to take care of him [GN]

Kitsune; Kurt Wagner x Fox/Kitsune! Reader Hcs [GN]

Cancels Out; Rogue discovers Reader's mutation while giving them a tour of the school. Reader's able to nullify other mutant's abilities [GN]

Starry Night; Ororo uses her mutation to let a regressed reader stargaze on a cloudy night [GN]

[xmalereader]

Thomas shelby x Male Reader x Theseus Scamander

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Authors Note: Was feeling down for awhile and decided to watch a sad movie and couldn’t help but grow inspired and writing something sad real quick because I like bathing in peoples tears :) No spoilers from season 6 or from FBAWTFT 3!

Summary: Reader is Thomas Shelby’s son who has nothing to do with his fathers business, he keeps to himself and shys away from society. Thomas knew that his son is a closed off man until he finds hidden love letters that were being sent to his son and plans to get to the bottom of it.

Warnings: Angst, secret love affairs, Thomas trying his best, Theseus is a good man, mentions of newt, love letters, mentions of homophobia, violence, anti social reader, magic is real, secrets, mentions of death, small age gap not too big.

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Thomas knew that something bad was gonna happen in Birmingham and had no choice but to send his only son away for a few weeks. His son was never involved with the family business and kept to himself, he was innocent and not very sociable with others that not many people knew about him. Which made things easier for Thomas. He instructed his son to stay hidden in London for the next few weeks until everything was resolved, he also told him that he would come by whenever things were clear.

His son never questioned him, only doing as told and leaving his home. The young man made sure to give his goodbyes to his uncles and aunt, holding a case full of his things and a key to an apartment that was purchased by Tommy. The Shelby man trusted his son to be safe and to write to them if anything were to go wrong or if he needed anything from them. Tommy’s son can only give him a smile of reassurance, promising him that everything was going to be fine.

Except it wasn’t.

After Thomas resolved his and his families situation, it was clear to say that it was safe for his son to return back home. He expected him to be excited to be back but when he stepped out of the train the young man was silent and closed off. He gave them all a simple ‘hello’ and rushed off to the car, sitting in the back as his father drove them back to the betting shop where everyone else was waiting for his return.

His family cared a lot for his son, they treated him well and helped him whenever it was needed. He would be ecstatic to see everyone but, once they arrived at the betting shop his son didn’t smile or bat an eye at his family, instead he let them know that he was tired and would be in his room, giving everyone a tired look before storming upstairs to his room. Leaving everyone shocked and confused.

Polly was the first to ask. “What happened?” She sounded confused. Thomas could only shrug also confused by his sons actions. Did something happen in London? Was he hurt or maybe found out about? Thomas wasn’t someone who’d worry easily, sometimes he’d knew the reason why and move on. But he didn’t know the reason for his sons change of attitude.

“Let him be, Pol. He’s tried from the long ride back home.” Thomas lets her know, shaking the worry away and replacing it with something else, telling himself that Y/n was only tired and that he’d be back to normal by tomorrow. Only for that to never happen. The next day he comes downstairs for breakfast, eating in silence with his family as he listens into their gossip and laughter, not knowing that his own father was watching him closely from across the table.

Y/n’s gaze was down, focusing on finishing his breakfast and getting ready for the day. He didn’t speak to anyone like he used too, remaining in silence as he finished up and stands from the table, excusing himself and heading back upstairs where he can lock himself in his room and feel safe, safe from what? He didn’t know from what.

Y/n’s stay in London was suppose to be short and normal, he didn’t except himself to fall in love with someone who was older than him, let alone someone important to their own community. He didn’t mean to know anyone, he told himself to stay low and quiet until everything cleared up with his father but, in the end he ends up meeting two brothers from a strange side of London. Claiming to be wizards from their own little world, showing him their magic and proving what they can do.

Y/n has grown close with the youngest brother, Newt. He was a magizoologist who cared for magic beasts and learned about them while the older brother was the head Auror of the ministry, the man in charge of fighting the higher battles and getting the bad people locked away. The two got along very well and enjoyed his company, they were probably the first two people he’s ever grown close too. But again, he didn’t think he’d fall in love with the older Scamander brother, Theseus.

He was a gentleman and rather caring, also a hugger at times which irritated Newt but for Y/n he found it rather nice. Falling in love for the first time felt great but falling in love with a man was a terrible thing to do. He’s heard of many people who were into the same sex get themselves killed, people like them were hunted and sent away. Y/n couldn’t go through that and be currently couldn’t allow his father to find out either. So, he keeps quiet.

He bottles up his feelings and such sinful emotions away from the brothers and his family. He can survive the next few weeks without saying anything and once he gets back home he can go back to normal and pretend like nothing happened. But life was never perfect.

Theseus made the first move, sending him a letter and confessing his feelings to him while the other panicked in excitement and fear. He should have told Theseus to stay away or to leave him alone since he couldn’t allow such feelings to rise. But the feeling of being loved got to him, hesitating at first and writing back to Theseus. Confessing his own feelings on paper and pen before sending it back to him through Theseus’ owl, giving the amazing creature a gently stroke on the feathers before flying off.

From then on, the two continued to send each other letters. Theseus writing about his brothers adventures and his time at the ministry while Y/n wrote about his own life and mentioned his family every once an awhile. The two were from different worlds and Y/n wasn’t sure if telling him about his family name was a smart thing to do. He wouldn’t know how Theseus would react if he were to find out that his family was a dangerous one that many people feared.

He knew it was wrong for him to keep it a secret, but he can’t help but keep it hidden away. His family wasn’t his only secret. Y/n wouldn’t write to Theseus everyday until the day he was called back home, causing him to hide the letters from Theseus under the wooden floor, letting the man know that he is to return home and won’t be able to write back for awhile. He didn’t know if it was a farewell or if they were to see each other again. Y/n told himself that it was best to stay away from Theseus and his world, they just couldn’t be together.

During Y/n’s return he made sure to avoid everyone, wanting to give himself some time from the heartache he felt in his chest everyday. Every morning he’d look out the window, expecting an owl to be perched up with a letter in its beak, but no owl shows. He keeps telling himself to stay away from Theseus and that it’s for the best. He tried to keep himself distracted from the man, approaching his father and asking to help in the shop or maybe join him and his uncles at the garrison.

Thomas doesn’t question him and simply allowed him to come to the garrison with both him and his uncle Arthur and John. The four sat in their private room, the door open as his family gambled and drank with each other, two things that never caught his interest.

“Little Y/n, playing with us?” Uncle John snickered out, nudging him on the shoulder and gaining the young man’s attention. Y/n chuckled softly. “Not today uncle.” He kindly rejects, knowing that his uncle wouldn’t force him to do something he didn’t like. “Suit yourself, you could have won a lot.” John adds, focusing back on the game with Arthur as the two laughed. His father sitting across from him, smoking a cigar as he asks. “Something on your mind?”

Y/n shakes his head. “Nothing important.” He lets Tommy know. His attention goes back to his uncles playing, smiling to himself as the two argued about who was winning and who wasn’t. He was used to this environment, hearing his uncles argue over something small and unreasonable while his father stood back and watched too. They were family and would never hurt each other.

Y/n’s attention is taken away by two men sitting in a booth together in the other side of their private room. He moves a bit to the left and looks over uncle Arthur’s shoulder to watch the two men, sitting close to each other and whispering soft words, the two smiling and laughing as they held hands under the table. The heartache that should have left comes back to him, suddenly thinking about Theseus.

He begins to remember their letters and their short time together. The secret meet ups they had and the soft whispers shared between them as they spoke about their day. He still remembers the day the two kissed, causing his face to grow red. Not knowing that he was still staring at the couple in front of him. His uncle Arthur taking notice and looking over his shoulder, sneering at the couple. “Couples like them keep showing up here.” He grumbled out, coming to a stand.

“Arthur—“ Tommy tries to stop his older brother as they leave their private booth. Y/n is confused by his actions and steps out of the room to see his uncle Arthur yanking the poor men apart and throwing them out of the Garrison. “We warned you to stay away.” Arthur hissed out while John glared at them. “Keep your filthy selves away from the fucking garrison.” John spits out. “Wouldn’t want the coppers coming now do we?” He threatens the couple.

“That’s enough.” Tommy calls out to his brothers, glaring at the two, stepping forward the lecture then again about treating their customers in poor manners. Thomas was too busy scolding his brothers that the look of horror on Y/n’s face goes unnoticed. Witnessing the way his own uncles treated the couple, like disgusting people who were not welcome here. Y/n’s fear was becoming a reality and it was enough to tell him that whatever he and Theseus had was never going to happen.

Without thinking he rushed out of the Garrison, leaving his father and uncles behind as he rushed back home. He couldn’t be near them, not after what happened. He couldn’t imagine how his family would react if they found out about his affair with Theseus.

“You disgust me.”

He whimpers at the sound of his uncle Arthur’s voice, those words repeating over and over again in his head as he arrives to the betting shop, slamming the door behind him as he stood inside an empty shop. He was breathing heavily, trying to keep himself calm.

“Y/n?”

He’s startled by his Aunt Pols voice, he’s forgotten that she stays late nights counting the bets and keeping tabs on the others. “Goodness dear,” she approached him, placing a hand on his cheek as she looks at him up and down. “Your pale and sweating, did something happen at the garrison?” She questions.

Y/n swallows nervously and shakes his head. “N—nothing happened, don’t worry aunt Pol, just not feeling well.” He lies, looking down and holding himself back from breaking down. He couldn’t allow Polly to see him like this. “I’m heading to my room.” He adds, pulling away from her touch and running upstairs to his bedroom, closing the door and locking it as he slid down on the floor. All those emotions he had bottled up finally slip, allowing himself to cry and curl up against his wall.

Once he lets everything out he’s quick to get himself cleaned up, washing away the dried tears in his face and making sure that nothing was noticeable. He stood and listens, hearing silence in the betting shop as he allows himself to leave the room. His aunt Polly is no longer there and he’s grateful. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with her questions if she were to grow suspicious of him. So, he leaves the place again and walks alone in the dark.

Trying to clear his head and keep himself calm before heading back home. He knows he can’t last another day in the Shelby residence, maybe he can try to leave back to London again and stay there for awhile? Or perhaps he can go someplace else that’ll bring him peace. Stopping in his tracks he sighs to himself.

“What am I going to do?” He whispered to himself, his gaze lowering in sadness before noticing a familiar creature standing in front of him. “Teddy?” He questions the niffler who stares at him with wide eyes before running off. “Wait—teddy!” Y/n hissed out as he follows after the mischievous creature, he didn’t know why he was here or how he got here but if this niffler really was teddy then he was in a lot of trouble. The creature takes a left turn into an alleyway where Y/n run fast enough to catch the little bastard. “Gotcha!” He laughs out. Holding the niffler in his arms.

“Good job teddy.”

Y/n gasps, looking up to see Newt standing in the alleyway, his case in hand and a shy smile on his face. “Newt.” He breaths out in disbelief as the wizard chuckled, reaching out and taking Teddy from his arms. “Hello Y/n, it’s been awhile.”

“Yes, it has.” He whispers, watching Newt hold Teddy and pulling his case open and setting him inside and clicking it shut. “What are you doing in these parts?” Y/n decides to ask. “Oh, we’ll you see I heard about doxy’s being seen in this area and wish to find them, hopefully I can relocate them in a safer area.” Newt explains, his tone holding enthusiasm. Y/n smiles at him, knowing how much the man had a huge love for creatures.

“Well, hope you find them and be safe. This part of town isn’t too safe.” He reminds newt, not wanting him to get hurt while looking for a magical creatures. “I’m always careful.” Newt responds, the two knowing that was a lie. The two grow silent, y/n clearing his throat as he steps back. “I should probably get going, my family would be worried—again, good luck Newt.” He turns around to leave the alleyway.

“Theseus has been asking for you.”

He froze in spot.

“He’s been trying to meet you again but the ministry holds him back.” Newt explains, fighting with his case as he slips his hand in his pocket, opening his mouth to ask. “Why did you stop?”

Y/n keeps his back faced to him, looking anywhere but at newt. His hands gripping his coat around him before looking his shoulder. “We can’t be together, Newt. It’s not safe and—it’s best if Theseus finds someone else.” He chuckles out sadly, turning to full face him.

Newt frowns at his sad face. “Y/n,” he steps forward. “Theseus he—“ he doesn’t know how to word it. “He’s been a lot better than before, ever since we met you’d be all he talks about and be never stops.” A hint of irritation in his voice, as much as Newt cared about Y/n and Theseus he can’t help but be a little annoyed by his brothers love life. “How is he now?” Y/n asks.

Newt looks down. “Honestly, he’s been devastated.” He blurts out in honesty. “Like I said, he’s waiting to see you again.”

“I can’t newt, what we have can’t be allowed. We would be hiding from the public and from everyone else!”

“But not from the wizard of world.” Newt cuts in.

“What?”

Newt looks up. “Your muggle world doesn’t allow it but the world Theseus and I live in does.” The wizard has seen many couples of the same sex, he actually had an aunts who were a bit like Y/n and he never judged them. “In our world we don’t judge those who are different, it’s allowed. “ Y/n can only stare in disbelief. “You still have time.” Newt reminds him, clutching the case handle. “Theseus is waiting, but please let him know before hand.” Newt gives him a smile before apperating out of the alleyway, leaving Y/n alone.

He still had hope, maybe not here but with Theseus. Y/n steps backwards and out of the alleyway before bolting back home, he has to try and send a letter to Theseus, to tell him how he really feels and the fears he’s been feeling. He can find a way to make it all work he can make it work. He runs down the empty roads, panting heavily as he runs inside the betting shop. The fireplace is lit as he leans back against the door, trying to catch his breath as he looked up to see Thomas sitting near the fireplace, a cigar between his lips and a bundle of papers in his lap.

Y/n stands up straight and approached his father. “Tom—?” He looks over his fathers shoulder to see him reading the letters that both he and Theseus have been exchanging in the last month. “How did you—?”

“I found then hidden under the floorboards.” Thomas whispers out, removing the cigar from his lips as he tossed it in the fire, his focus back on the letters as he reads through them.

“I have loved you, since the moment I kept eyes on you.”

Tommy reads out loud, causing Y/n to flinch in fear. His fathers voice was calm, no signs of anger or anything else and that’s what frightened Y/n. He couldn’t read his own father and had no idea what emotions he was feeling. “Is this why you’ve been acting strange?” Tommy finally asks, holding the letters up to show him and turns to face his son.

Y/n remains quiet, giving the letters a glance before responding. “Yes.” His voice is a whisper, afraid of speaking up.

Tommy stands from his seat, shuffling through the letters. “Why?”

“You should know why.”

“No, I want to hear you say it. Tell me why.”

He didn’t want too, he couldn’t say it because he was afraid. He expects Thomas to yell and shout or maybe hit him and throw him out like his uncles did to the couple back at the garrison. But he knows he can’t hide forever. “Because I was afraid.” He bites out. “I was afraid of how you would react and I thought—maybe, my own father would allow me to be with the one and only person who took notice of me. Of the man who fell in love with me, but I was afraid because of the way my uncles reacted to that couple and I couldn’t bare to be in their shoes but I am! It’s something I can’t avoid and these feelings follow me everywhere and I can’t hide it anymore. I was afraid of stepping out of my own home and having a fear of being sent away from my family or getting tortured for who I am. I was afraid that I wouldn’t get my own fathers approval.” he was crying at this point, pouring out his feelings to his father who stood before him.

“If you want me to leave just tell me, throw me out, beat me, hate me—for fucks sake say something!”

Thomas pulls him to a hug, his arm wrapped around him and his other hand behind his sons head, buried close to his neck as he whispers. “I’m your father and you are my son and your happiness was never about following in the footsteps of all of those who came before you; it was never about being like the others. One day, you're going to see it—that happiness was always about the discovery, the hope, the listening to your heart and following it wherever it chose to go.” Tommy breaths out, holding his son close. “I’m not upset at you I’m upset at myself for not knowing about your grief and pain,” His son holds onto tighter, his nails clawing into his shirt.

For the first time in years he felt like a child again. Afraid and holding onto his father, in hopes of being protected, never did he think he would feel like that again. As the two pull away, Tommy gives his son one of his rare smiles. “You’ll go find yourself a new home and start a new.” He hears his father whisper, placing a kiss on his head and handing him the letters back. “Now go.”

Y/n’s fingers wrap around the letters, staring at them before doing as told, running up to his room to pack up his bag again, putting everything he needs inside, including the letters. He closed his case and walks back downstairs where Thomas leaned against the wall near the fireplace, the two were alone and no one else was home but then.

“Dad—“

“It’s alright,” Thomas pushed himself off the wall and smiles at Y/n. “I’ll handle things here, you go and start your own life—just make sure to bring him around and allow me to meet me.” Y/n chuckles softly with a nod. “Of course.” He gives Tommy another hug, sniffling against his shoulder before pulling away, taking his case in hand as he walks over to the door.

He stops for a second, turning back to face Tommy. “Until we meet again.”

Tommy nods back. “Until we meet again.”

[hopelessrromantix]

ok so remember that mlm discord? im making it! ill reblog this in a few minutes with the link, if you'd like to join you can check that post

ik ive been basically on vacay for a week, but hopefully ill be coming back into it!

(mlm/gnlm writers hmu to join <3)

[toutallyahoe]

drabble dump pt5

requested by: –

pairing(s): various x male reader

warnings: cursing, character death, hints of smut

a/n: hmmmMMmmmmMMMm

"beautiful" — tommy jarvis (friday the 13th: the game)

[Name] adoringly looked at the man sleeping beside him. One of his hands lazily playing the sleeping man's hair as he softly smiled.

"God... you're so beautiful," [Name] softly muttered. There was a gleam of amusement in his [Eye color] eyes when he saw the supposed sleeping man beside him smile.

"Well... God made me beautiful," Tommy had said as he crack one eye open to see his lover's amused face. "Unlike you, he fucked up."

[Name] laughed at Tommy's words as he leaned close to the other man and placed a soft kiss on Tommy's forehead.

"Shut up, dork."

"together" — connor murphy (dear evan hansen)

Connor rolled his eyes, plucking the cigarette off from [Name]'s lips and instead put it on his, he took a puff. "Didn't think to find you here," he had said. [Name] shrugged.

"Had to get away," [Name] grunted as Connor plopped beside him on the table he was occupying outside 7/11.

There was silence between the two. After awhile, Connor laid his head on [Name]'s shoulder.

"You think we'll survive this shit?" Connor asked as [Name] let out a dry chuckle.

"No," [Name] had said as he laid his head on Connor's. "But who cares? We're together."

"cute" — kieran duffy (red dead redemption 2)

Kieran let out a surprised gasp when [Name] hauled him up by his legs. Kieran instinctively wrapped them around [Name]'s as his back was pressed on the solid wood of the tree.

"[N]... [Name]!" Kieran squeaked as he then immediately clamped one of his hands on his mouth to prevent any noises leaving them as [Name] entered inside him.

The said man merely chuckled at his actions and placed a soft kiss on his cheek as his lips were hidden by his hand.

"Sorry," [Name] half-heartedly apologized as he squeezed Kieran's thigh. "But you're too cute, mi amor."

"secret" — javier escuella (red dead redemption 2)

"Lo que digas gilipollas," Javier had said. [Name], who was near Javier couldn't help but snort as he rolled his eyes.

"Muy divertido, mi amigo," [Name] said, patting Javier on the back as Javier turned to look at him. Surprised Javier was until he remembered that [Name] knew Spanish, making Javier grin.

"Olvidé que hablas español," Javier had honestly said as [Name] shrugged. Not minding the annoyed glance from the man who came to them and insulted Javier.

"A veces yo también," [Name] chuckled. "De todos modos, ¿quieres insultar a este hijo de puta?" [Name] asked.

Javier grinned. "¡Por supuesto!"

"smells like you" — newt scamander (fantastic beasts and where to find them)

Newt smiled when he saw the potion on his cauldron was well. Newt could smell something nice. The potion was Amortentia which he brewed from curiosity.

The smell of musk, new parchment and the forest is what Newt had picked up. And something... something Newt can't quiet put place.

Eyebrows furrowed, Newt tried to remember what that smell was. He swore the scent was familiar.

The aroma was the woody smell of a broomstick handle. A thing he remembered a close friend of his carried with.

Newt's face flushed as he realized who it was. It smells like [Name].

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[fly-flower-fanfics]

Christmas Carols

Credence Barebone x Male Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

*I’m throwing in a song that’s before its time so just... pretend. This is a fanfic after all.*

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It was December 20th, so close to Christmas. The Christmas tree was lit up with its lights and decorated with its ornaments. Leftover Christmas lights were struck up around the room and the kitchen, covering the little apartment in a warm Christmastime glow.

It would be Credence’s first Christmas away from the bastard he had called his mother for the last couple years. And I was genuinely excited for it. I was excited to give the man Christmas gifts. He was going to have a good Christmas; I was going to make sure of it. 

Currently, I was home by myself. I wasn’t quite sure where Credence was, but that was okay. He might be out with Newt; I think he said something yesterday about it. He was gone before I woke up today. I just hoped he was safe, but I tried not to worry too much about the boy.

I was home alone so I decided that now would be a decent time to at least start cleaning the house. Maybe just a sweep would be okay. For now that seemed decent enough. Christmas wasn’t for a few more days, so I didn’t really see a point in doing a deep clean of the entire apartment. Besides, it was a small little home anyway. There wasn’t much to clean.

I put one of my records on and grabbed a broom from the closet. I hummed along to the songs as they played through, sweeping around the house. It wasn’t until I was nearly done that this one song came on that I absolutely had to go all out for. Quickly, I put a pair of socks on my feet and ran, sliding into the doorframe in time with the lyrics.

Just take those old records off the shelf. I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself. Today's music ain't got the same soul.I like that old time rock and roll.

I shrugged my shoulders in time with the beat of the music, lip syncing along to the words. Laughter bubbled up in my chest, and I giggled as I continued to lip sync to the next lyrics.

Don't try to take me to a disco. You'll never even get me out on the floor. In ten minutes I'll be late for the door. I like that old time rock and roll. Still like that old time rock and roll. The kinda music just soothes the soul. I reminisce about the days of old with that old time rock and roll.

I turned around with the beat and nearly sceamed. Credence was standing there, an amused look on his face. A deep blush heated my face. I leaned back to where I could see the record player and used my magic to turn it off.

“So how long were you standing there?” I asked, boring my lower lip.

Credence gave me a smile. “Long enough.” His eyes glanced down and tilted his head. “Are those mine?” He pointed to the boxers that I was wearing.

I looked down and felt the heat of my blush in my ears. “I-I didn’t realize...” My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

He laughed and shrugged. “It’s okay. I got something for you,” he added, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

A soft smile spread on my lips. “You didn’t have to, Credence. I don’t need anything. I have everything I ever wanted.” That sounded a little cheesy, but I really didn’t have anything I really wanted. Well... I did but it was nothing that anyone could buy.

I was in love with Credence. Shortly after everything with his Obscurus... my heart just melted for the boy. I loved him with all my heart. I couldn’t picture myself with anyone else but him. I didn’t want anyone else but him.

I went back to my bedroom, changing into proper clothing and going back out to the living room. “I-I’m sorry. I wanted to sweep the room for Tina and Newt for when they’d come over for Christmas, and I know that Christmas isn’t for a few more days, but I wanted to try and start something, but I also didn’t finish folding the laundry an-”

“Y/N,” Credence said softly, smiling at me. “It’s okay. Would-would you like me to help you with the laundry?”

I glanced at the pile of clothing on the couch. “If you want. It would help me distinguish whose clothing is whose because obviously, I’m not very good at that...”

Credence set the bag underneath the Christmas tree, making sure I couldn’t see what was inside of it, before going over to the couch and sitting on the opposite side and helping me fold the laundry. He sorted it neatly into piles on the freshly swept floor in front of him.

I couldn’t help but watch him. He was gorgeous. He was absolutely gorgeous. I looked down again, busying myself with folding the laundry. A soft breath left my lips. This Christmas I would finally do it. I’d finally tell Credence about my feelings.

The next couple days came and went, and it was finally Christmas Eve. I felt like I had waited more than a year for this day to come. I was in the kitchen, happily decorating the Christmas cookies that Credence and I had made when there was the sound of glass shattering in the living room.

Quickly, I rushed in to see what was going on. I saw Credence kneeling on the ground, hands bloody, trying to scoop up the broken glass with his bare hands. I knelt beside him, taking his wrists in my hands to stop him from doing any more damage to himself. 

“Credence, Credence, sweetie, it’s okay.” I looked up to see him crying. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks. He tried blinking them away, but they wouldn’t stop coming.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-didn’t mean to. I j-j-just wanted to look at it an-and it f-fell-” 

“Shhh, Credence, it’s okay. I don’t care about the ornament. I care about you. I care about your hands. Why did you pick up the glass barehanded?”

“I didn’t want y-you to see... then you wouldn’t h-h-hit me...”

“Credence... Credence, I would never, ever hurt you. Never.” I closed my eyes a moment, running my fingers gently across his shoulders. “My mother abused me, too. I know what you’re going through. She-she used to lock me in closets. Why do you think my closets don’t have any doors?” I opened my eyes and looked into Credence’s watery ones. “I love you, Credence. I would never hurt you.”

I hadn’t planned on telling him that I loved him right now, but it seemed to... fit. I brought my hand up to his cheek and brushed away the tears. Credence was quiet, and I feared that I had hurt him more by telling him that I loved him. 

I muttered a couple words to myself, using magic to fix the broken ornament and cleaning up Credence’s hands. Unfortunately, the angry scars on his hands wouldn’t go away.

“She hurt you...?” I sighed softly in response to his words and nodded. I stood, hanging the ornament back on the tree and turned to take off my shirt. On my back lined scars from her abuse. Abuse that I didn’t want to relive but did each night in my dreams. Credence wasn’t the only one that cried and yelled in his sleep.

I turned back around to face him and his eyes dropped to my top surgery scars. I’d nearly forgotten about them. I chewed on my lip, waiting for what he would say about them. About everything. This was most definitely not how I wanted this Christmas Eve to go.

“You’re... trans,” he said softly, his eyes meeting mine. A part of me was a little shocked that he knew what that meant but I was sure some of the other kids he talked to may have been trans for him to know that. 

“I’m trans,” I muttered. I feared he would think that I was just a silly little girl. Think that I was wrong to do this to myself. Everything that my mother had thought about me. 

“And you said you loved me..?”

I nodded silently, wondering what was going through his head. Wondering what he was going to say. What he was going to do. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered softly. 

I looked up at him, confused and overjoyed at the same time. Did the whole trans thing not bother him? Didn’t he seem me any differently? I was confused, but I didn’t want to ask about it.

“I-I love you, Credence. With all my heart. I always have...”

“But...” He hesitated and the smile that had formed on his face faded. “I’m a monster...”

I knew he was referring to him being and his Obscurus. “You aren’t a monster, Credence. You’re just different. Just... just like I am. We’re different. Ad that’s okay. It’s okay to be different. I love you for that. All that you are. I love you for it.”

I walked closer to him and embraced him in a hug. It didn’t take long for him to hug me back. My senses were filled with Credence, and a warm, peaceful feeling fell over my heart. I loved this man with all that I was. I really did.

“You’re all I want,” I whispered. “Would you be willing to be my boyfriend…?”

Credence pulled away from the embrace and looked down at me. A smile returned to his lips, causing me to know the answer before he even said it. “Yes.”

He cupped my face in his hands, smiling softly, before taking a bold move and pressing his lips onto mine. My hands settled on his waist, and I pulled him close by his belt loops.

By the time Christmas rolled around, we were cuddled up on the couch, admiring on another in the warm Christmas tree lights. I didn’t want to move, but I knew I was falling asleep in Credence’s arms. 

“Merry Christmas, Credence,” I mumbled softly, stifling a yawn.

“Merry Christmas,” he replied, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Let’s get to bed so we can enjoy today later on.”

“I just wanna sleep here with you,” I admitted softly, looking up into his beautiful eyes. 

“Then let’s stay here.”

“I love you,” I whispered, pulling him closer as he rested his head against my chest. 

“I love you, too,” he replied quietly. 

I slowly fell asleep, the thought of Credence finally being mine calming my mind. I closed my eyes, holding Credence tightly while he held me. 

This Christmas was going to be perfect.

[nbmlmxreaders]

NEWT SCAMANDER X ORIGINAL MALE CHARACTER

Hello! This is an interest check. The Harry Potter fandom (especially the Fantastic Beasts fandom,) feels rather dead to me right now — and understandably so — but my hands have been itching so very badly to write a Newt Scamander fic that's been burned in the back of my head. (Mind you, this idea has been here since 2018!)

As writer, my motivation runs on interaction and engagement :( So, this interest check is here to help me see if my efforts shall be worth it. Do like, reblog, or comment if you'd like to see my work!

#SUMMARY/OVERVIEW:

(This fic takes place during the 2nd film, The Crimes of Grindelwald. There are some alterations here and there, but nothing too drastic.)

Instead of hiding from the Ministry, Newt’s travel ban is lifted under the condition that he is accompanied by an Auror.

Theseus Scamander has a friend; a partner. An Auror by the name of Theodore Turner, who is known as one of the Ministry of Magic’s greatest wizards. (He also happens to be Newt’s old Slytherin schoolmate.) He is skilled, intelligent, and quick on his feet. However, beyond his brilliance as an officer, lies a snarky and somewhat self-centered personality that has the tendency to irk people.

Despite Newt’s very strong emotions for Mr. Turner, he has no choice but to cooperate and spend a good couple of months with the Auror if it means being able to travel internationally again. Throughout their time together, the men form an unlikely bond; and the Magizoologist discovers a certain talent that his probation officer keeps secret.

Or

Newt Scamander, a Magizoologist, and Theodore Turner, a renowned Auror, are anything but similar. With such contrasting personalities, one may think that it would be impossible for them to ever get along. And that would be correct, if it weren’t for a certain passion that they share. Beyond their differences, lies an undying love for all magical creatures.

#GENRE: action, romance, buddy-cop (of sorts), semi-slowburn, enemies to lovers type beat, conflicted emotions because Newt still has feelings for Tina.

#MORE ON THEODORE TURNER:

Theodore Philip Lockley Turner is a renowned Auror from the British Ministry of Magic. He has created a name for himself, for solving the most cases in the history of the organisation, and for also arresting some of London’s most dangerous criminals. He is yet to be faced with a case that he cannot solve. He is the pureblood son of Cecil Turner (deceased) and Arnold Lockley (deceased). Currently 35 years old, he stands at 6 feet and 2 inches tall, has thick, short black hair, dark-brown eyes, and dark skin. His usual attire is a beige-colored long coat.

As a young wizard, he attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and was sorted into the Slytherin House. He was known for his childish antics, always found beside his batchmate, Theseus Scamander, causing trouble wherever his recklessness allowed it. Upon turning sixteen, his personality had taken a drastic turn. From his sixth to seventh year, he had taken his studies much more seriously, and was even appointed as Head Boy for all of his academic achievements. 

Theodore is sociable, extroverted, and capable of speaking to almost anyone. He will not shy away from a conversation, or sit idly by while a party commences. People claim that there are two sides to him; the side for fun, and the side for work. His side for work is a very serious man who takes no time to joke around. Once he’s into a case, he won’t ever let it go. He can be hardworking when he wants to be. He’s as persistent as he is stubborn, known for violating the Ministry’s orders every once in a while. The only reason as to why he gets away with it is because it always works out. 

His likes and hobbies include jazz, sketching, puzzle-solving, and drinking. (He also bears a secret liking towards mythical creatures.) 

#EXTRA FACTS:

He does not like being called “Theodore” and prefers the name “Theo”. (He doesn’t like “Philip” either.)

His mother bred hippogriffs up until her death. He tried to maintain her flock after her passing, but failed to do so due to his studies. 

His favourite food is sugar-dusted bread with a nice glass of wine. 

He enjoys sketching and has dozens upon dozens of unfinished sketchbooks in his desk. 

He wears his mother’s wedding ring as a pendant, and hopes to share it with the love of his life some day.

that’s all for now! thank you for taking the time to read through! don’t forget to interact in any way possible if you’d like to see more ^^ take care!

[caro-amante]

when i say i hate albus dumbledore, i mean i hate albus dumbledore- excluding Jude Law’s dumbledore… now that’s a completely different story😏😏

[xmr-deity]

Oh Deer

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Male!Animagus!Reader

Words: 1,896

Universe: Wizarding World (Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them)

Summary: (Y/n) gets a bad owie and Newt helps him out.. They become buddies and more.

It was cold and rainy outside, as usual in England. Newt was on his way home, watching his boots splash through the shallow puddles on the pavement. He was almost to his flat, passing an alleyway when he suddenly heard a desperate noise. It was like a whine, but definitely not from a dog or a cat. Newt immediately jumped slightly and stopped, dropping everything and slowly going into the alleway.

Near the other side he saw a crumpled figure, and as he approached it he realized it wasn’t a person, it was a deer. As he approached- slowly and a bit crouched, of course- he could make out a guess of what kind of deer. Most likely a Sika deer, multitudes of thin, white spots speckling it’s brown coat. The noise it was making was like a high-pitched sounding ‘eeeeee,’ that could even sound like a baby crying if you listened for it.

“Hey, It’s alright, it’s alright..” Newt said calmly and softly, going and sitting down next to the deer and holding his hands out so it could see he bore no ill will. The deer let out another noise then apprehensively gave his hand a small sniff then a tiny lick.

“Hey there, little guy…” He said softly, gently stroking the deer’s head once. He then scooted around to look at the rest of it’s body, “oh, no.. what happened to you..” Newt saw blood dripping down from one of it’s legs and it’s side. There were large gashes- claw marks- in it. It was a miracle this animal had escaped whatever had attacked it, and how in the world did it get this far into the city?

Newt being Newt, he couldn’t just leave this deer to bleed out and die in an alleyway.

“I’m gonna help you, alright? It’s gonna be alright, I’m not going to hurt you..” He said, his voice ever calm and soft as he scooped up the deer. One surprising thing was how small it was, though it’s large antlers indicated it was fully grown.

Newt carried it inside his flat, hoping none of the neighbors noticed. They might call animal control or the police or something dumb like that. He walked to where he’d left his case, setting the deer down for a moment to unlock it and step in, picking the deer back up. All the while the animal made the pained whines and noises, each time breaking Newt’s sweet heart.

He carefully set the deer down on a medical table he had set up in his briefcase of wonders. He immediately got to work, cleaning the blood and applying antiseptic- which the deer did not like- then healing potions and ointments then wrapping it all in bandages. The deer soon fell asleep and so Newt went and found something it could eat, grabbing some leaves off a tree and bringing them to the table so the deer could eat it when it woke up.

He went and tended to other fantastical beasts in his sanctum before returning to the hut when he was about ready to go to sleep. He found the deer was now laying on the bed, leaves untouched on the medical table. Newt found that.. a little odd, but before he could think too hard about it the deer lifted it’s head and gave a pitiful, little bleat at him.

Newt though for a moment then sighed, finding himself not wanting to leave the deer alone. He shrugged off his coat and undid his bow tie, setting then on a chair before kicking off his shoes and climbing into the bed next to the little deer. It snuggled toward him face first, (luckily, because he didn’t fancy getting skewered by horns in the middle of the night).

Within 20 minutes Newt was fast asleep, and so was the deer, cuddled up in each other’s warmth..

****

Newt Scamander’s eyes flickered slowly open as his internal alarm woke him up. The warmth of the bed and the body close to him was very comforting, despite the uncomfortable clothes he still wore. At first, he didn’t realize a difference, assuming it was the deer he must have forgotten he’d cuddled up with.. but then he realized deer didn’t have messed of (h/c) hair.

Soon (y/n)’s eyes fluttered open, large (e/c) eyes framed by dewy eyelashes stared up at him with wonder and a bit of alarm. Newt would have shouted if he was more awake, but he just gasped in surprise and sat up, scrambling out of the bed. (Y/n) sat up as well, yawning a bit before he stretched his arms above his head, his back arching slightly before he flinched in pain. Newt recognized the bandages he’d put on the deer the night before, wrapped around the boy’s torso and arm, stained with blood.

“Wh-Who.. Who are you??” He questioned, pointing his wand at the stranger in his bed. (Y/n) tilted his head slightly, staring up at Newt with big eyes still.

“I’m (y/n),” he said simply, voice soft. This boy in his bed looked like a deer god rather than a regular wizard.. his skin seemed to glow in the morning light, the sheets wrapped almost elegantly around his waist- which Newt noticed was completely bare aside from the bandages.

“(Y/n)..” he said softly, trying to process this, “you’re.. an animagus?” He lowered his wand a little as (y/n) nodded.

“I must thank you for saving me last night.. I definitely would have died had it not been for you. I owe you a great deal.” He said, scooting forward on the bed a little, the sheet starting to come loose.

That spurred Newt into action, a soft blush on his cheeks now as he scrambled about, grabbing spare clothes and bringing them over to (y/n).

“You can.. wear these.” Newt said, glancing down and away a couple times. (Y/n) nodded and looked up at Newt expectantly, who hesitated before realizing.

“Oh. Right, I’ll just uh.. right.” He said, hurrying out of the hut.

“So.. what’s your name then?” (Y/n) asked from inside as he changed into the provided clothes.

“Ah, Newt.” He called back. There was a bit of silence before (y/n) came out of the hut, wearing Newt’s clothes. They looked really cute on him..

“Wow.. what is this place?” (Y/n) asked, glancing around at the multitudes of fantastic creatures and beasts.

“This, well.. this um.. it’s my little sanctum, I guess.. I protect lots of.. creatures and keep them safe here..” Newt responded.

“That’s amazing,” (y/n) said in awe, walking ahead to look around more, “they’re all so cool!”

Newt hurried after him, making sure he didn’t get himself hurt or anything on accident. There were a few close calls, (y/n) of course not knowing the specifics of how to act around most of these creatures.

(Y/n) seemed to be in awe, as most people did when they came here. The boy yelped when he felt something jump onto his chest, looking down to find a niffler trying it’s best to pry the shiny buttons off of the coat Newt had given him. (Y/n) couldn’t help but laugh a little, prying the small animal off of him and looking at it sniff wildly and wriggle around.

“This is so cute, what is it?” He asked, looking over at Newt as he took the niffler.

“Oh, it’s- uh, this is a niffler. It’s very attracted to shiny things..” He said, going and returning it to its place. He turned back to (y/n) and stopped dead in his tracks, the boy’s bright (e/c) eyes shining in the soft light. Maybe he was attracted to shiny things too.

He was pulled from his thoughts as a scree sounded from another enclosure. (Y/n) immediately dashed away, going to find the source of the noise. Newt quickly followed, the same worries in mind.

“Woah…” (y/n) sighed as they approached the Thunderbird’s area, the majestic creature soaring around until it landed on it’s rock in front of (y/n).

“What in the world are you..?” (y/n) asked softly, extending his hand to let the bird inspect.

“That’s.. Ah, that’s a thunderbird. That’s Frank.” Newt answered when he caught up, looking worriedly at the sky that was seeming to darken.

“I need to get him out of this place.. It’s too small for him.” He said.

“Frank?” (y/n) paused, “That’s.. An interesting name for this thunderbird.” He said, gently stroking the magnificent beast’s head.

“Where do you plan to release him?”

“I’m planning a trip to America, to Arizona, more specifically.. So I can release him..” Newt said, going and getting some food for Frank.

“Here, let me help!” (Y/n) said, hopping over to Newt and helping feed Frank.

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It had been a few months since that, and (y/n)’s story had been revealed. He’d started training to be a professor at Hogwarts, but apparently he’d gotten on someone’s bad side and - long story short- he’d been framed for the disappearance of a student and had to run into the forest, got hurt, and then apparated into that alleway.

Also (y/n) never wanted to go to America again. Not with that crazy obscurus debacle. He’d sort of become an assistant to Newt, helping care for and feed the animals.

(Y/n) had started feeling.. Feelings start to arise, and the longer he spent with Newt the worse it got. It got to the point where that was all (y/n) could think about, and things between him and Newt kept getting more and more awkward. So, today was the day (y/n) was determined to confess.

Newt was feeding the little occamies when (y/n) approached, nervously fiddling with his fingers.

“Uh.. Hey, um, N-Newt..” He said softly, prompting the occamy covered man to turn to look at him, “I.. have something to tell you..”

“Oh, just a second,” Newt said, realizing whatever it was must be serious. He quickly finished up with the little occamies and pried them from his arms, putting them back in their nest. He turned back to (y/n) and straightened his clothes.

“What’s going on, (y/n)?” He asked.

(Y/n) took a deep, shuddery breath, looking everywhere but Newt. This was terrifying.

“I.. I think I like you.” He managed to force out, his eyes going wide at what he’d just said, and the expression on Newt’s face didn’t help. The man looked distressed, shifting around briefly before he hesitated.. Then grabbed onto (y/n)’s shirt and pulled him close, pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

(Y/n)’s eyes widened even more, a hot blush spreading across his cheeks before he grabbed onto Newt and deepened it. It was a full minute before the two managed to separate, their breaths coming out in soft huffs.

“I think I like you too.” Newt responded, and (y/n) huffed out a laugh. The two kissed again, pulling each other as close as they could, like the other might disappear if he let go.

(Y/n) and Newt really did live happily ever after…

But then Grindelwald escaped.

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It Just Feels Right

Newt Scamander x Male Reader ~ Oneshot, as requested by anon

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Warm water caresses your bare skin, and it reminds you of the way that he used to hold you when he first met you. Letting your head rest against the edge of the bathtub, you close your eyes and remember.

He had run into you (literally) when both of you were first years. Neither of you were the most popular, so you quickly became fast friends. The moment you set eyes on him you knew that you were going to fall for him. Unfortunately there was competition - Leta Lestrange. To top it all off, you didn’t even know if he was interested in other men. And you weren’t going to take a chance and wreck the close relationship you had with him as a friend.

After Hogwarts you fell out of touch with Newt. For all you knew he had ended up marrying Leta. Eventually your path led you into the Dark Arts. You couldn’t bring yourself to use it for ‘evil’, but you definitely found it more effective and interesting than the more… Legal magic. Of course it didn’t take long for the Ministry to find out about this, and so you were brought to only a few months ago - hiding out somewhere in Wales. You finally broke down and wrote to Newt, the only contact you had left that you felt you could trust. Honestly you hadn’t expected a letter back; it shocked you when you received a rather bedraggled owl in return, bearing an offer for you to join him in New York. After reading it you had sunk to the ground, clutching the tattered paper to your chest. Your heart fluttered, and you struggled to remind yourself that he didn’t think of you as anything except a friend. The fact that he invited you to stay with him meant nothing more than that he was as kind as he had always been. What an amazing soul he always had…

And so you were here. After all this time… You realized that you were smiling. Shaking yourself out of your reminiscence, you couldn’t stop yourself from startling when you heard the door of the small apartment creaking open.

“Newt, is that you?” You hurriedly clambered out of the tub, wrapping a bathrobe around yourself.

There wasn’t any response, but you could hear someone sinking down onto the small couch across from the door.

“Hey, is something wrong?” You frowned, seeing Newt looking smaller than you had ever seen him, his head buried in his hands. Making your way over and sitting beside him you wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer.

He sighed deeply. “N-no, I’m just… I…”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it unless you don’t want to. Should I call Tina and tell her not to come over this afternoon?”

“She’s already on the way, it’s over. I mean, there’s no point. It’s fine.” He waved a hand dismissively.

“You don’t sound like yourself, Newt. I’m worried about you.” You said bluntly. “If there’s something bothering you, you can tell me. You can tell me anything.” I love you. You choked the thought back. It just felt so natural to say. But you couldn’t.

He turned his face to look at you, and his eyes seemed to burn. A light flush rested across his cheeks, and his gaze met yours with an intensity you weren’t prepared for. You’d never seen him like this - usually he was more timid, almost awkward in social situations. Your breath left your body in a sharp exhale. You were so close to him… Your breathing ruffled his messy bangs ever so slightly. You couldn’t look away.

Newt leaned in closer. “Listen, I - I don’t know if you feel the same, so. I’m just gonna do it. I’ve thought about it for a, for a long time now.”

All you could do was nod, and close your eyes. A warmth seemed to fill your body, and your heart felt like it was on fire. “Yes…”

His lips met yours. They were soft, chapped ever so slightly. The kiss was awkward, and you could feel the nervousness and tension radiating off of him. He’s never done this before, the thought occurred to you, and you had to stop yourself from moaning. 

Pulling back only for a moment to take a breath, you dove in again. Leading the kiss, you drew him in against your bare chest - the bathrobe falling open. Reaching up and tangling your fingers in his hair, you relished the feeling of his body completely pliable beneath your hands. There was no sense of time passing, there was only the smell, the feel, the reality of Newt in your arms. And he was kissing you back.

The door of the apartment opened so silently (for once) that neither of you noticed until you heard Tina’s soft gasp. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I’ll just be going now!” She hurriedly backed out, shock battling with a look of knowing in her eyes.

You let your eyes slide shut again, resting your forehead against Newt’s. He had looked more embarrassed than he had ever in his entire life, but what did it matter?

“I never thought I’d say this, but I think. I think I love you.” Newt said quietly.

Your heart leaped. “I love you too.” And you were finally content. The world will just have to deal with it.

[rowniebow]

mercy | newt scamander x male reader

Summary: You and Newt have been put in a sticky situation. Newt has been the hot commodity lately, but you were all too ready to bargain. 

Warnings: Angst

Reader: Male, muggle

Parining(s): Newt Scamander x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.9k+

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Your eyes focused on the cold cement ground you sat upon. Your knees were pulled to your chest. Your head was pounding from all the stress and commotion. You couldn’t help but wonder where you would be as of right now if you had denied the strange British man and stayed working at your nine-to-five factory job. Would you still reside in your pathetic, run down apartment across from Gerda who shared her butter and you shared your eggs with? Would Jerry still be belittling you about how lazy you are at your job? Yes. Most likely Jerry would still be an asshole.

But, most of all, would Newt be in this situation if it weren’t for you? You can’t help but think he would be sitting at home taking care of his creatures if it weren’t for you agreeing to join him. That, at least, is what you said to convince yourself you were okay with what was all happening. Convincing yourself you were at fault for the bad things so your “solution” to the issue - this decision you were making for the both of them - wouldn’t be as painful.

What were you to do, though? When someone shares their most vulnerable feelings with you, and you share your own, are you really supposed to just watch them up and leave without you when their hand is extended as Newt’s was? When they’re offering you an out of your miserable life, and instead an invitation to what you assumed would be a nice quiet life with someone you loved and doing things you loved with them? Are you supposed to say no to joining the person you have grown to care the most about? 

You were yanked out of your thoughts as the loud metal doors were peeled open by two large, muscular men clad in armor and wands out ready to strike if you made even one off move. You couldn’t help but wonder if all that was truly necessary for you: a small man with no capacity to fight back. Good lord, you couldn’t even get rid of spiders. All you could do was ignore them and wish them on their merry way. 

You stood, the shackles hung off of your wrists and ankles. The rusted chain clattered against the cement floors, scratching against your already pounding head. You trudged with the two large men trailing close behind you. They poked at your back every once in a while when you were dragging from exhaustion. 

You three arrived at the large wooden double doors. They creaked as the men opened it to reveal you to the man that hasn’t left your mind in years. 

You took in every aspect of Newt with a gasp. His arms were limp and pale from all the hours they had been hung up against the wall. He was on his knees, but his ankles, bloody and bruised, sat chained to the wall just as his wrists were. Blood drained out of them, you were sure they were tingling with discomfort. He didn’t look up, leaving you to look at his knotted, messy hair. Strands flew everywhere, it didn’t even have its usual shape and part. His dozens of layers of clothes had been removed. He stood limply in his tousled white button down and brown straight legged pants. Both clothing items were ripped at the seams and ruffled beyond the familiarity of Newt’s well-dressed and ironed appearance. 

“Oh, Newtie,” You groaned at the sight of him. Rage filled your veins. You suddenly began to rethink your bargain, wondering if these awful people who had already done this to him would keep their part and let him go after all this. 

Newt looked up with wide eyes at the sound of your voice echoing off of the brick walls. His eyes were swollen and red. His cheeks were patterned in purple and red. Hair fell over his forehead and into his eyes. He struggled at the chains, trying to stand up and move towards you but, of course, he was to no avail. “Y/N,” he called out hoarsely, tears threatening his eyes. You ran towards him, the guards obviously wanting to stop you but they let it happen knowing what was to come. 

“Newt, goodness, my sweet,” You cooed, lightly rubbing your hand over his wounded cheeks as you examined him. He winced slightly as you grazed the open skin but overall he refused to look away from you, shocked to see you in front of him. “Are you okay? Lord- obviously you’re not. It’s okay, alright? I-It’s gonna be over soon, okay?” You hushed your tone, wanting to save all your words for him and only him. 

His bloodied wrists caught your eye, “Can we- Can we please get this bullshit off of him? God,” You hollered out into the echoed room. The chains released themselves, magically, of course, and Newt fell into your arms. He struggled to snake his own limp limbs around your waist. You felt his shaking body and breath and nearly broke down. 

You continued to hold him close, a hand keeping his head in the crook of your neck and another keeping him upright in your arms. “I’m so sorry,” you continuously whispered into his hair that was still soft as ever despite it all. “I love you so much, I’m so sorry.” 

“Now,” A voice boomed from behind you. “Would you like to break the news to him, dearest? Or, shall I?” 

You ignored the threatening voice - the voice from the man who’s at fault for the crimes committed against the two. You only continued whispering your hushed apologies. You reassured Newt, in between quiet sniffs, that he was going to be okay and that it would all be over soon. That he wouldn’t have to worry anymore and he could continue to forget this. 

Newt, listening to your every word and absorbing it (grateful that he gets to hear it again at all), peaked over your shoulder at the presence who had walked in. Neither of the two had seen the man’s face. He stayed hidden under his black, hooded cloak. A mask sat over his face, keeping anyone from seeing him. 

Newt watched the man, blurred from his tears, take several steps in the room. After hours and hours of the torturing done to him by this man, he couldn’t even find the strength in him to do much more than look and groan. He happily let you rock yourselves back and forth as you chanted comforting phrases into his ear for only him to hear, and ran your fingers through his hair, and left your warm heavy hand in the middle of his back and rubbed it in small circles. 

“I suppose I’ll take that as a plea for me to tell him.” The voice boomed out once more. 

Your eyes couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. You quietly sobbed, muttering, “Please, don’t be mad. I love you so much, I’m so sorry.” 

“The little muggle has offered himself in exchange for your peace. For your freedom.” You could hear a smile in the man’s voice as he spoke of your bargain. You could also very clearly hear a sharp gasp from Newt, as he began to moan in disagreement. “Yes, we haven’t decided what to do with him, yet, but-! I am a generous man, myself, so I have decided to make the deal with him.” 

Newt struggled but managed to push himself away from your loving hold. “No, I-I don’t agree with this.” He managed to squeak out. His ragged voice from all the screaming you had heard him do from down the corridor shook and let a cold shake travel through your spine. 

“Yes, well,” The man with the booming voice behind you turned and made his way out of the door. “I thought I’d be kind and let you say goodbye. We’ll be back for you soon enough.” His uncaring voice sent rage through Newt. His fist clenched but he was too weak to do much of anything. 

The door slammed shut leaving you two alone with one another. “No,” Newt began but you wouldn’t let him finish.

“Love, I can’t let them hurt you anymore than they already have. Or the creatures. You get to leave with them, I made sure of that.”

“N-No, but,” He gulped, doing his best to soothe his scratchy throat. “I-I don’t get to leave with you,”

“That’s okay-,”

“No! It’s n-not okay.” His eyelids fluttered and his mouth twitched at the ends.

“Yes, it is,” You moved your hands to hold his cheeks. His head struggled to stay up with the weight of gods pushing him down. “You’re gonna be okay and the creatures are going to be okay and that’s what matters.”

“No! I-I-I won’t be okay!” He let out a pained sob. The waterfalls escaped his green eyes.

“You will. And you’ll live a nice quiet life like you said you would.” The smile that graced your lips was filled with nothing but pain and Newt saw right through that.

He stayed silent for a moment. “I don’t want to be okay without you. I don’t want to live a ‘nice quiet life’ without you. That-That is just no life at all, one without you.” 

Salty drops of water streamed down your face at his words. What could you even say to that? You’ve been telling yourself you are doing this for him but it’s not as if you would be anything less than angry if he were doing the same for you. 

“There-There must be a-another way.” Newt shook his head, refusing to believe this was the reality he was going to have to accept. He kept his eyes trained on you the whole time as he took in every detail, anxious this was going to be the last time he saw your face. He absorbed your skin and where it wrinkled. He memorized every divet in your imperfect perfect complexion. How your eyes were swollen and red from rubbing them all day. The way the light reflected off of your mesmerizing eyes. How insanely beautiful you looked in every way all of the time. He couldn’t believe he scored someone as gorgeous as you, inside and out. Fully and completely beautiful. 

“Newt,” You whispered his name, afraid if you said it any louder then the name would escape the two of you and run off somewhere it shouldn't be. “I love you. You are going to be okay. You are resilient and stubborn - I know you can do it.”

“I-I don’t want to, Y/N.” He sighed taking you in. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” You whispered as the doors burst open again with a slam. You rushed back into his arms for one final moment where you could feel safe.

“Please, don’t leave me. Don’t do this to me,” 

“I love you so much, Newtie. To the moon and back.”

“I-I love you, too.” 

The hushed words exchanged between the two were cut short as the big men came to pry you and Newt off of each other. You continued to fight to reach him, but your strength was nothing in comparison and you were only left reaching your hand out as the space between you two grew. Newt continued to scream and holler, even gathering the will to stand and jog after them. But, of course, he was overpowered by yet another unnecessarily strong guard. 

The last thing you saw of Newt was him on his knees, screaming your name and pleas for mercy.

[imagine-by-susu]

Percival Graves x Male!Reader - What a Tease

A/N: I never did a Male!Reader so this is the first ^^’‘. I am sure that I could’ve done better but well...it is here now anyway XD Thanks to anon for this request (I hope I didn’t mess up that bad) A big thanks to @huxy-baby

Requests are open

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Ever since you were a child, you were smaller than the other boys in your classes and way more fragile. So, it was never easy for you, always being teased by the bigger and stronger boys.

It got even worse when they found out about your attraction to boys. A boy liking another boy? How disgusting, so they said at least.

Up until adulthood, it never changed for you. Always being pushed around and hearing not so nice names being called after you, but you lived with it.

You needed to learn to not listen to them. Being free to say and do whatever you want. No one could tell no for going with boys.

As best as you could, you tried be more confident. It started when you applied for a job at MACUSA and as they accepted you, you were more than thrilled.

It was just pure and boring paperwork, but sometimes you brought coffee or tea to the Aurors. Most of them were nice to you and chatted with you.

The Sunny Boy, they would say to you. Always smiling and ignoring the insults of others.

Queenie Goldstein, one of your coworkers, was very found of you, she treated you like you were a brother to her.

“How did it go with the man from San Francisco?” she once asked, smiling brightly. Raising an eyebrow at her, you question yourself how she knew about that and quickly she pulled a hand over her mouth.

“Oh god, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to read your mind.” And this is how you found out about her abilities of reading others minds. Still, you liked her. She was the female you, if you can say so.

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Straightening your tie, you entered the MACUSA building one morning. You greeted every familiar face with a nod and a tap of your head before you walked to your desk where you laid down the hat and your suitcase.

The classy side part (Y/H/C) hair was still neat despite the hat you had worn. Pulling off your suit coat, you placed it around your chair and unbuttoning the sleeves of your white blouse to pull them up to your elbows made you feel a bit more comfortable.

Just as you sat down onto your desk, Queenie walked up to you and half smile on her pink lips.

“Morning Sunny boy.” She greeted you and you smiled back a bit.

“Good morning, Sunshine Girl.” Queenie shook her golden locks.

“Listen, Mr. Graves asked for a coffee, he stayed the night in again. Can you imagine? Anyway, neither of us have time right now. Would you be so sweet and do it?” she blinked with her eyes and you smiled at her.

“Of course, Queenie. How can I say no to such a sweet face?” Queenie laughed a bit and then took off not before waving a goodbye to you.

You sighed and got up from your chair to prepare said coffee for the Director of Magical Security. Mr. Percival Graves.

From far you had seen a few times, but never did you have a conversation with him. When you could believe the rumors that roamed around MACUSA, Mr. Graves was a stoic man who followed the rules strictly, but he did a very good job.

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Humming slightly to yourself, you walked to the elevators to go down to the office of Mr. Graves. You greeted the Goblin, Red, who operated on the elevators.

“What are you humming, son?” Red asked in pure curiosity.

You looked down to him.

“Oh, just a little song that I heard in…a bar.” Red instantly knew what kind of bar you were talking about and only nodded at that. For a Goblin he was a very nice fella.

As you arrived you took your Farwell to him and marched up to Mr. Graves office. Right as you wanted to knock on the door it flung open and Abernathy walked out, crashing right into you.

The coffee you held in your hand spilled all over your once white shirt. The hot liquid ran down your chest as you looked down at your now ruined suit.

Abernathy huffed at you and pushed you to the side.

“Watch where you are going, boy and clean this mess up.” He could be such an asshole.

“Mr. Abernathy!” a deep voice came from the office and Abernathy immediately gulped.

“Bring the young man a change of clothes and clean this mess up.” Came the voice again and Abernathy only nodded before he walked off.

Great, this is not how you imagined your first encounter with the head of the Aurors.

“Come in, Mr. (Y/L/N).” Mr. Graves invited you. How did he know your name? Shaking your head, you entered the office and the door closed itself after you entered.

You gulped a bit. At the desk sat the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life. A white blouse adorned his chest together with a dark grey vest. The sleeves were, just like yours, rolled up to his elbows.

His dark hair was slicked back while it was cut short on the sides. His sharp figures were even more visible in the light the room gave away.

Dark brown eyes fixed onto the spot you stood.

“My apologize for Mr. Abernathy’s behavior. He thinks a bit too highly of himself sometimes.” Mr. Graves said in a deep voice as he eyed you closely.

To be honest, it made you shiver a bit, but a good kind of shiver. The man gestured to a chair that sat in front of his desk and told you to sit down. You did as he said.

Percival laid down the papers who currently worked on and gave you his full attention.

“I have heard a lot of you Mr. (Y/L/N).” he told you and it made your eyes go wide. What exactly did he hear about you?

As if he could read your mind, like Queenie, he shook his head.

“Don’t worry. Everything I heard about you is positive.” You smiled a bit nervous, his expression was stern.

The silence made you nervous and you started to wipe with your leg, creating a tapping noise on the ground. Not realizing it you tapped to the rhythmed of the song you were humming in the elevator, the one you had heard in the bar on your weekend.

“Say, do you enjoy your job at MACUSA?” he suddenly asked and you looked at him a bit confused.

“Sir?” you asked back not quite understanding what he meant by that. A tiny smile adored his lips. God those lips looked seducing.

“You are a smart young man Mr. (Y/L/N). I think the paperwork is a bit too unchallenging for a izard like you.” This compliment made you turn red a bit. No one ever, told you something like that.

“Well, Mr. Graves, thank you, but I think you mean someone else.” Mr. Graves couldn’t but let out a low chuckle that reminded you of the howl of a wolf.

The door opened and Abernathy walked in, with a fresh pile of clothing for you to change.

“Thank you, Mr. Abernathy.” Graves nodded at him and gestured for him to leave.

As the door closed again, the older male stood up and took the blouse Abernathy had left on the desk and walked up to you.

He kneeled before you and you gulped once again. Percival was so close to you now that could smell his cologne. A bit spicy but it had woody scent to it.

“May I?” he asked as he pointed to the ruined blouse that you still wore and you could only give a nod, your mouth went dry as his fingers started to unbutton every button of the blouse.

You weren’t sure if it was an accident or of he did it on purpose but sometimes his slightly cold fingertips brushed over your chest or belly. It made you shiver once again.

Turning your reddening face away from him, you failed to notice that he pulled the fabric down your shoulders and laid it down onto his desk.

His dark eyes wandered up and down your torso before he clothed into the new blouse, slowly and steadily buttoning each button up. His face coming closer and closer with each button that was closed.

As he finished, he buried his face slightly into the crook of your neck, his lips nearly touching your skin.

Your breath hitched at the contact of his lips on your skin, your heart beat increased by a million miles per minute.

His face went up from your neck to your jaw, to your cheek and then to your lips, while one of his hands supported him on the armrest of your chair and the other laid comfortably on your shoulder.

The hand that rested on your shoulder slowly went up to your cheek and he turned your face so your eyes could meet.

Slightly, his lips brushed yours and you couldn’t say anything nor could you move. You stunned by these sudden actions but neither did you wanted him to stop.

But then he suddenly stood up, making you widen your eyes. Mr. Graves straightened his tie and sat back onto his chair.

“I am still waiting for my coffee Mr. (Y/L/N).” he said a mocking grin on his face.

What a tease this Mr. Graves was…

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Newt Scamander X Male Reader

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Authors Note: Let’s be honest, protective and powerful reader who is also newts husband makes me feel certain things 🤌🏼 Newt deserves a man like that who would probably care for him and his creatures too and to be like, “I can destroy this whole city with a snap of my fingers if you decide to fuck with my husband.” So, let’s give Newt a husband that’s powerful and ‘dangerous’.

Request: hi!! sorry i don’t know if here is were you send the requests (new to tumblr), i saw the post of requesting for 24 and i’ve been reading your works for awhile now. so i decided “why not?”, sooo here i am :). Could i request a powerful/intimidating male reader with Newt Scamander? reader is usually seen as intimidating and cold hearted for being a powerful wizard, very good at combat, defeating anyone who comes their way, and mostly because they enjoy residing in a snowy terrain, maybe reader is taller than Newt and a bit tad built. Thanks to this Tina, Queenie and Jacob don’t trust him that much, so when some problems arise, reader comes to help Newt and then for them to notice that reader is extremely protective and has a soft spot for Newt, for them to then take notice that they have been married for awhile now :]

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of anxiety, mentions of Thesues, Tina doesn’t like reader, reader is a dark wizard, slight sexual tension, kissing, Queenie being a queen, mentions of grindelwald, creatures, Teddy being Teddy, hunters.

Words count: 3.5k

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The Jade Company was a group of Wizards and Witches who remained hidden in the shadows. Sneaking around with ballots when it came to elections and participating in protests. They were known for many things and were extremely powerful. Some would say that their leader reminded them of Gellert Grindelwald before the dark wizard was sent to prison.

Their leader was a feared among many people, they knew not to mess with him and to respect his people. Everyone claims to have seen him kill and murder many from the wizarding world, which is why he became one of the most wanted in London. The reason why he hadn’t been captured yet is because rumors had spread around, claiming that he owned half of the ministry and that those who worked there, worked for him. They were the ones who kept his secrets hidden and made it harder for everyone to capture him.

MACUSA had even gotten themselves involved when appearance of the company was made during the Holidays. Many wizards and witches had gone missing and many returned either too petrified to speak or not remembering the events. No one knew why the company was doing this but they were willing to get to the bottom of it.

“They’ve done it again!” Tina slammed the daily prophet on the dining table, startling the others. The Goldstein sisters and Jacob were visiting Newt Scamander for the Holidays. All three visiting the strange man who kept himself hidden in his basement where he attend the creatures. No one judged Newt for it, he was known for treating creatures.

Newt was nice enough to allow his friends to stay over. They did make plans to celebrate Christmas that was approaching next week.

“Did the Jade make an appearance again?” Queenie asks in a soft voice as she sets the food down on the table. Tina had grown restless with all of this, she came here for a break but the Jade company never took breaks. “Yes, they invaded Frances Ministry, stealing records of many different criminals.” She sighs out deeply, rubbing her temples.

It’s been going on for almost two years now and this situation was frustrating her. “Don’t stress out Tina, you’ll find a way to stop it.” Said queenie, reassuring her sister.

“Stop what?” Everyone turns to face Newt who held Pickett in his hand. The Magizoolist had finished feeding and cleaning the creatures before heading upstairs where he hears Tina’s commotion. “The Jade Company stole from the ministry of France.” Said Queenie.

Newt hums, tilting his head as he allows Pickett to crawl onto his shoulder. “What did they steal?”

“Records of various criminals.” Tina moans out.

“That’s not so bad.”

Everyone looked at newt with a surprise expression. “Not so bad? Newt they stole from the ministry!”

“I understand but their records of criminals, people who no one is really fond of. Have you ever asked yourself why?” Jacob thinks Newt has a point. The muggle wasn’t even apart of the Ministry but he knew a lot about the magical world. “Newts right, I mean—the ministry contains a lot of important stuff and out of everything they steal it’s criminal records?” Jacob points out.

Tina can only think back as she tries to think of a reasoning as to why they stole the records. “Maybe their trying to clear their names without us knowing, so it’s easier for them to move around.” She blurts out, too angry to think about her words and choices.

Newt slowly frowns, glancing at Pickett before sighing. “Why don’t we enjoy dinner.” He casually says, changing the topic as he sits across from Jacob. Smiling at Queenie who agrees and serves him a plate full of food. The four sit together on the table as they ate and spoke about their days.

Newt was enjoying his time and didn’t expect a knock at his front door, startling the other as they all looked up and towards the door. Newt shyly gets up and moves towards the door, unlocking it and pulling it open to see his older brother Theseus, standing on the other side. He frowns at the sight of his brother but quickly smilies when he sees a creature in his arms with a familiar blue ribbon tied around its neck.

“Delivery.” Theseus tells Newt as he hands him the Augurey, the young bird letting out a small chirp as it’s passed into Newts arms. The younger Scamander smiles widely as he takes the creature inside and to make sure that it’s healthy.

Theseus greets the others with a smile. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, just came to drop off Newts gift.”

“An Augurey?” Tina questions with a raised brow as she watched Newt handle the creature with care. “From a family friend.” Theseus tells her, slipping his hands in his pockets as he looks over his shoulder to watch newt care for the creature. He can’t help but stare at the blue ribbon around its neck, knowing what it meant.

Theseus out of all people knew where that blue ribbon comes from, let alone who it comes from. One of the most powerful wizards had befriended their family hears back, growing close with the Scamander brothers that he grew close with his little brother. He always stopped by Theseus or Newts place to drop off creatures that he finds injured or alone.

Knowing that Newt will be able to take care of them.

“Hear about France?” Tina pulls Theseus out of his thoughts, the young Auror turning to face her with a small nod as he accompanies them into a small dinner and talk.

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Newt had told his friends that he was leaving for the next few days out, news of Nundus being spotted near the area had gotten his attention. He’s been looking for areas where he can release the Nundu’s that he’s rescued a few months back, now that they were healthy and ready to be released, newt wants to make sure that it’s done at a proper place.

He tells his friends in a rush that he was leaving, suit case in hand as he runs out while putting his coat on.

“Don’t worry Pickett, they’ll be fine.” He tells the bowtruckle who clings onto his coat, rolling his eyes as he hides into his pocket. Newt smiles at the creatures reaction before apparating to the location. He ends up in the woods, clutching his case close as he moved around silently as he listens for any signs of Nundu.

Newt doesn’t expect himself to find the herd so soon, watching them huddle together while the females protected their young’s one. Newt smile was wide, setting his case down and unlocking it. He makes sure to move silently before pulling out his wand and whispering a silent summoning spell. Both Nundu that he’s taken care of, pop out of his case and into the open field where the others looked over, growing protective.

Newt watches closely as they circled around each other. Newt had studied these creatures for years now and knows that in order to be accepted they would have to perform a dance that allowed them to join. The wizard sat back on the grass, tilting his head to the side as he watched them with wonder, amazed by the new things. He makes sure to pull out his journal and write them down, not wanting to miss this opportunity.

As he wrote and drew out small sketches he feels Pickett squeak in distress, pulling on his ear to gain the wizards attention. “What is it?” Newt turns to Pickett who points towards the Nundus who were peacefully together. At first, newt didn’t seem to worried until he saw a random stranger approaching them in silence, wand raised and with a mischievous smile.

Newts eyes widen, bolting up he holds out his own wand, casting a protective spell around the creatures. The action startled the creatures, standing guard as newt stands on the other side of the protective barrier. He watches the young man frown at him, three more others appearing from out of the trees while newt stepped back, knowing that he was in trouble.

He calls his case to him, taking it in hand as he steps back. He’s quick to know that these men were hunters and coming after the creatures. He knows that Nundu are known to be sold off in the black market due to their sharp teeth and strength, using them for fights or other nasty games that Newt disliked very much.

“It’s not safe for them.” Newt murmured to himself as he glanced over his shoulder to see the Nundu huddled together, keeping their cubs close. His attention is pulled back to the protective barrier that is being broken by the three men, casting spells against it as it tears apart.

Newt clutched his case and held his wand tight. He’s dealt with many hunters in his passed and won’t hesitate to protect the creatures, he was ready to fight back either they were better than him or not. He wouldn’t give up.

Newt glared at the hunters, taking a step back until he noticed them stop. The three stepping backwards in fright and with wide eyes, causing newt to grow confused but their sudden change.

“Do you really think that’ll work?”

Newt is startled by the soft voice behind him, turning around to come face to face with the Jade Companies leader. The man was taller than him by a few inches and leaner, he stood tall and proud but of course, he would slouch whenever the man was not in the mood to deal with anyone he didn’t care about.

But here he stood, in front of newt with a grin on his face while he held his own wand in hand, his follows standing behind him as they attended to the creatures.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone, my love.” Newt hears him whisper, lifting his hand to brush his thumb against Newts freckles, causing him to blush softly. “Im not alone.” He mumbled out.

“Pickett doesn’t count.” Newt groans, looking away from the man’s gaze as the other chuckles at him before looking back over at the hunters. His smile changing into a frown.

“Isabella, please handle them.” He instructs to the young women who stood next to him. She gives off a small bow of respect before grinning and stepping forward to break the barrier.

Newt sighs deeply as he feels their leader pull him close, their chests brushing up against each other. “The Nundu are safe, my men are taking care of them and taking them somewhere safe.” He whispers to him, slipping his wand away and focusing on the man in front of him.

“I had it handled.” Newt mumbled out with a small pout while his husband, the leader of the Jade company laughs at him. The taller man can only shake his head, taking newts case into his own hands. “Come along, let’s get you back home before your brother starts to worry.”

Both Y/n and Theseus have known each other for a very long time. He actually had history with the Scamander family since they go way back. Y/n came into the picture when his own parents became friends with the Scamander family, his parents also having a passion for creatures and would sometimes help Mrs. Scamander with breeding and raising hippogriffs. Due to their constant visiting he grew close to the brothers.

Y/n was only able to see them during breaks and after their years in Hogwarts. He never attended the school, instead he was homeschooled and improved his own magic in his own ways. After his parents passed away he was on his own, sometimes he was welcomed into the Scamander household where he grew closer with the brothers to the point where he grew feelings towards Newt.

The younger Scamander brother grew close to Y/n, the two going everyone together. Newt would drag the man to search for creatures and explore the world until they finally confessed their feelings for each other. Newt was always shy around Y/n, flustered by the confession but accepting the feelings. The two dates for two years before Y/n proposed to Newt, ending in the two getting married.

He didn’t start the Jade until later on, wanting to improve the world, both muggle and magical. In order to do that he had to break many laws, which is how he ended up becoming one of the worlds biggest criminals for actions that weren’t even considered crimes but petty ones. He was a hard man to find a capture, y/n was lucky to have Theseus on his side who would cover his tracks whenever necessary. The older Scamander didn’t do it for y/n, he did it for Newt, wanting to keep his brother safe from everything and everyone.

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Y/n had taken Newt back home, holding his case in his left hand and holding newts hand in his right as he dragged him back to his flat. “I told you, if you ever find creatures to let me know. I can’t let you go alone—hunters are lurking around more and I’d hate to see you hurt or worse, dead.” He explains to Newt. He’s seen Newt get injured far too many times whenever he travels alone, appearing back at his place with injures. He’d be the one to attend him only to find out that they were caused by hunters or sometimes a creature who grew too frightened.

“I can assure you that I can handle my own situations. Might I remind you, I used to travel alone before we got married.” Newt reminds his husband.

Y/n frowns with a soft glare. “That is true but now your stick with me so, I want you safe.” He leans down to press a kiss on Newts head. As the two approach the front door, it’s suddenly yanked open.

A wide eyed Tina greets them. Her eyes trialing to newt and then to Y/n, without thinking the two pull out their wands. Tina holding it out against his chest while Y/n was quick to place the tip of his wand against her neck. The two glaring at each other.

“Tina—!” Newt steps forward to get between the two, but Tina shakes her head. “Stay back.” She instructs, glaring at Y/n. “Newt this man is dangerous, why are you with him?” She hissed out in shock, her wand still in hand and her grip tight.

Y/n chuckles, grinning at her. “He hasn’t told you?” He questions, tilting his head to the side, mocking her. “Tell me what?” She asks, suddenly growing confused.

The dark wizard is the first to withdraw his wand, lowering his hand and away from her neck. “Allow me to introduce myself.” His voice going polite. “As you already know, I’m Y/n and Newt is my husband who I am visiting for awhile.”

The head Aurors mouth falls open, not believing the words that were coming out of the man’s mouth. She turns to face newt, hoping that he would deny it, but the way he was avoiding her stare and fidgeting around nervously was enough for her to know that it was true.

“I suggest putting that away.” Y/n cuts in, putting his own wand away and turning to Newt. He sighs softly, stepping closer to his husband and reaching a hand out to gently stroke his cheeks. “You alright, darling?” He whispers this time, low enough for newt to hear.

Newt wasn’t used to confrontation, it always made him feel uncomfortable and felt like he was being judged by Tina all because he was married to a fearless criminal. “I—“ he breaths out. “I want see Teddy.” He quickly says.

Y/n nods his head and takes ahold of Newts hand, giving Tina one last glare before shoving their way through. He’s met with a couple once he steps through, the blonde gasping at his appearance while the shorter man sitting next to her frowns. He raised a brow and focused on Newt. “Newt, Buddy you okay?”

The man is quick to approach Newt without hesitation. The man didn’t show any signs of fear towards him, figuring out that he is a muggle who showed kindness towards Newt. He can tell how close they are since Newt is reaching out to his very good friend.

“Could you take him to see Teddy.” Y/n blurts out.

“The niffler? Yeah, yeah sure.” Jacob helps newt head downstairs to the basement where he keeps the nifflers. Whenever Newt felt stress or anxious he would stay with the nifflers who provided him comfort.

Once the two disappear downstairs, he’s left alone with Tina and the unknown blonde women. He turns around to face the two. “If you’re Tina then you must be Queenie.” He gives the women a smile. He can feel the tension and the way they stood uncomfortable around him.

“Relax, I’m not here to cause any trouble. I caught Newt almost getting attacked and had to step in and bring him back home.” Y/n explains with a sigh, sitting on the sofa.

“So, your married to Newt.” Tina stares as a matter of fact. She moves around cautiously around Y/n, which he doesn’t blame her for. “Yes.” He confirms. “We’ve been married for awhile now, I proposed to him during one of his travels to China. He was looking into dragons and I joined him, later I asked him to marry me at Yu garden—“

“Oh, how sweet.”

“Queenie—!”

“Since then we’ve been married.” Y/n smiles his hands in his pockets. “I’m not here to get anyone hurt. A friend of newts is a friend of mine, either they work from the ministry or not. Muggle or Wizard, I does not matter to me.” He stands from his spot.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t hate you or get you arrest.” Tina threatens out, standing as well. “What you’ve done is a crime.”

Y/n slowly smirks, tilting his head. “Tell me Goldstein, do you have proof of me causing these crimes?”

Tina opens and closes her mouth. She knew that she doesn’t have anything, most of Y/n’s followers did the dirty work for him. The world knows who he is and what his followers have done but nothing points back to Y/n being involved, he’s rarely seen and his record is clean. The ministry has nothing on him to use if he is to be locked away.

“Exactly.” Tina swallows nervously as he ran his fingers through his hair tiredly. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to say goodbye to my husband before I leave.” He gives Queenie a friendly smile and a small nod to Tina before heading downstairs where he finds Newt curled up in one of the medical stalls, hay spread everywhere while the baby nifflers crawled around him and Teddy sat near his head, playing with his dirty blonde hair.

Y/n smile softens, bending down to his knees and gently nudged Newt. The magizoologist peaks out from underneath one of the nifflers who crawled on his face. Y/n chuckles, adjusting himself to sit down next to him and gently removing the creature from his face. “Easy now, he isn’t in the mood to deal with you.” Y/n warns the small niffler who huffed.

He rolls his eyes and offers the niffler his pocket watch, which he allows him to play with and be distracted. He pushed some strands of hair out of newts face. “I have to go, my love.” He whispers.

Newt shakes his head, taking his hand into his and hugging it close to his chest. “Don’t go, you always leave.”

“I’m sorry, but I have things to finish.” Y/n also hates leaving his husband behind, but the two always find a way to see each other. “Christmas is approaching.” He says. “I’ll stay with you the whole month of December to celebrants the holidays.”

Newt perks up. “All of December?”

“Yes.”

“All 31 days?”

“Yes, Newt.”

“Including weekdays and weekends?”

Y/n laughs, leaning down to capture newts lips into a soft kiss. “Yes, all 31 days, including weekdays and weekends.” He mumbled against his lips. “I’ll spoil you this year.” He licks into Newts mouth, hearing him whine as he gripped his shoulders. The two kissing deeply, suddenly growing heated. Before things can go further, y/n is the first to pull away, hearing Newt whimper from the lose of lips.

Y/n licks his lips. “I promise to be back soon.” He never broke his promises to Newt. “And like I said, I’m going to spoil you.” He gives newt another kiss on the lips while holding Newt close in his arms.

“Be safe.” Newt murmurs against his neck, nuzzling into him. “Bring me a chimera.” Y/n chuckles. “I’ll see what I can do.”

[toutallyahoe]

Love That ~ Newt Scamander (FBAWTFT)

Requested By: --

A/N: hi, hello... its fucking ¾ till 2... in. the. fucking. morning. i have to wake up at 5 later, sooo, yeah...

also, very fun fact: this was supposed to be a drabble but my dumb ass just said, "yeah... lmao no," so ye... now you get this very "short" chapter... and when i mean short, i mean more than 2000 words because any number above 1000 words is long enough for me to cry my heart out agdjjabfjsjfbkajdnannfnd

anyways, enjoy this small one shot for this precious cutie <3 also, Eddie Redmayne is definitely a cutie too <3

like... look at this

look at that precious cutie right there <3

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A fond smile crepted onto Newt's lips as his eyes shone in happiness. The wizard being both quite relieved and happy to see his newly made muggle friend being all calm and collected. Not freaking out like the wizard had imagined when he had told the muggle what he was. Accepting him and also the creatures he is fond of. In fact, his muggle friend was in utter awe with the magical creatures and it made Newt feel joyous to have someone see these creatures as something more than pest nor dangerous. Someone that saw that these were incredible creatures, not beasts.

"Fascinating," Newt heard [Name], his muggle friend, breathlessly uttered as he softly petted the niffler he was craddling. Awe plastered on his face as he then let out a laugh when the niffler swatted his hand away when he tried to poke it's cute little snout.

"Simply fascinating," [Name] said, smiling softly as he findly looked at the small, magical creature in his hand.

Newt stood a few feet away, still that fond smile on his lips as the little bowtruckle on his hand looked at him with its confused black beady eyes. The small creature tilted its head in confusion as it then turned and followed where its caretaker was looking at.

Pickett, the bowtruckle's name, saw its caretaker was looking at the muggle who was busy trying to get his ring away from the thieving hands of the niffler on his hand. The bowtruckle looked back at Newt and decided that the wizard should snap out of his stare. It was, after all, very inappropriate and not to mention creepy.

"Ow!" Cried Newt, snapping out of his staring daze as he looked at the direction of the pain. Looking down at his hand, Newt saw the small green colored, twig like body of the little bowtruckle that was innocently at him with those black beady eyes of it. Newt let out a huff as the wizard fully knew that Pickett was the caused of his surprising pain.

[Name], hearing Newt's cry, stopped playing with the niffler and had turned his head around to the direction of hearing the wizard's cry. Eyebrows furrowed as worry plastered on his face.

"Newt?" [Name] called. Worry evident in his tone as he continued, "are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine!" Newst responded. A soft shade of flush on Newt's freckled cheeks. Embarrassed, Newt was.

"Are you certain?" [Name] said. Still looking at Newt in worry that with his attention somewhere else, the niffler on his hand had snatched back the shiny, gold ring of his and hid it on its small pouch.

"No!" Cried Newt as he saw the niffler did but his answer made [Name] threw him an incredibled look. Assuming the wizard's word to be the answer for his question.

With the deed done, the magical creature jump off, out of the muggle's hand and scurried away in a very fast pace before anyone cold stop it and get the gold ring back.

"Wha-- hey!" [Name] had said. Finally realizing why Newt shouted out as he looked at where the niffler used to be in his hands then looking at the direction of where it went. A laugh left his lips then as he shakes his head and slowly stood up from his position on sitting on the ground. "Little bugger," fondly said [Name] as he turned to look at Newt again and sent the wizard a boyish grin.

"Am I going to see that ring again? That was a gift from my ma, you know," chuckled [Name] as he raised a brow at the wizard. [Name] was a bit afraid if that was the last time he would see that ring again as truly, it was important to him. Like he had said, it was one of the only things he had left with his family. Especially his mother.

"I am so sorry," apologized Newt. Face flushed as he looked down at the tiny bowtruckle known as Pickett on his hand to avoid eye contact with his muggle friend. "Niffler's are usually attracted to any thing that is shiny and beautiful to their eye that they steal and horde them," he had explained, still avoiding eye contact.

"Well..." [Name] trailed off as he went to where Newt was and sat beside the wizard who he ahd not missed the way Newt's body tensed a bit. "I am quite confused why that little bugger didn't take you then," that had caused Newt to look up a bit as he turned his head to look at [Name]. Confusion plastered on his face and was about to ask when the muggle cut him to it.

[Name] seemed to knew what the wizard was about to ask as he grinned at Newt.

"After all, you are a beautiful treasure," said [Name] as he winked at the wizard who's face flushed immediately after he had processed what the muggle had said.

"I... I-I... um... n-not... uhh," Newt sputtered out incoherently as he turned to look away from [Name] teasing grin. Face definitely flushed as he was truly flustered on what the muggle had said.

[Name] didn't seem to care of what he had said and instead leaned a bit closer to the wizard as he looked at the little bowtruckle on Newt's hand. A small smile on his lips as he looked at the bowtruckle with interest.

"What kind of animal is this?" [Name] had asked as he placed his hand on Newt's shoulder and leaned more closer to look at Pickett who seemed to also look at the muggle with interest in its beady eyes. [Name] smiled when he placed his forefinger close to the bowtruckle and Pickett coming close to his finger and then wrapped its small green limbs that is his arms had hesitantly poke the muggle's forefinger until Pickett saw that was safe and had wrapped its limbs around the finger.

[Name] smile widened when he lefted his finger a bit and safe Pickett clutching on his finger tightly. Loosely hanging as the bowtruckle was looking at him with interest like he is doing with it aswell.

"You're adorable," [Name] had laughed as he watched the small magical creature trying to pull itself up from his hand.

Newt stayed quiet as he had watched [Name] interact with the bowtruckle. A bit baffled and also a bit relieved that Pickett didn't poke out the muggle's eyes with the bowtruckle's sharp fingertips. The wizard had calmed down a bit from his embarrassment and had saw Pickett softly poking at [Name] finger with its own tiny limb and also seeing how Pickett wrapping its green limps on the muggle's finger.

Newt seemed to be in awe. The wizard never thought he'll see the day that the bowtruckle would come out of its shy shell. Pickett, afterall has some trust issues that the wizard could say that he could relate for he isn't one for crowds and such.

Newt softly smiled as he saw the bowtruckle swinging back and forth on [Name]'s forefinger while the human looked absolutely mesmerized by what Pickett was doing.

"Newt?" [Name] called out his name. Snapping the said man out of his thoughts as the wizard saw both the muggle and the bowtruckle looking at him. Pickett seemed to go back to swinging itselt back and forth on the man's finger. [Name], on the other hand, sent Newt a look of worry for a second then it disappeared as he smiled.

"Newt?" [Name] called out again. But this time, Newt answered.

"Yes?" Newt softly said as he saw [Name] sent a quick look at the bowtruckle on his hand to make sure that Pickett was still there, playing. Then looking back to Newt.

"What creature is this cute little guy?" [Name] asked as he looked back at the bowtruckle again and saw that Pickett was standing on his forefinger. The bowtruckle saw the muggle looking at itself, Pickett blew a raspberry at the man.

The adorable action of the small little creature made [Name] let out a laugh as Newt let out a soft cry of yelling the small creature's name in embarrassment.

"Pickett! Don't do that!" Newt cried as his face flushed.

"Pickett?" [Name] had said as he finished laughing. "Is that the name of this little guy or is it his kind?" He had asked, really interested to know what kind was this interesting and adorable little creature.

"T... that's his name..." Newt had answered. Face still bloomed with flush. The wizard decided to look at Pickett instead of looking at the muggle close beside him.

"Then," [Name] softly started as he had looked at Newt and saw the other was looking at the bowtruckle in his hand. "Can you perhaps tell me more about them?" The muggle had asked as he gently placed Pickett back to Newt's hand.

Hearing [Name]'s question, Newt raised his head to look at the other. Newt felt his heart stopped beating for a second when he looked into thise [Eye color] eyes of the other. Not really noticing that he and the muggle was in very close distance as the wizard was lost in those eyes of the other.

Admiration. Sheer utter genuine admiration inside those [Eye color] eyes of the muggle that made Newt be reminded the warmth feeling he always experienced when seeing a magical creature.

"Newt?" [Name] called the wizard's name. Pulling out Newt from his daze and thoughts again.

Realizing what he had done, Newt let out a mixture of a choke and squeak as he quickly turned his head away from [Name]'s. Still, the wizard nodded his head at the question that [Name] had asked awhile ago. Before he had lost himself on those mesmerizing eyes of the other.

"Y-yes!" Newt squeaked out. [Name] raised a brow at this but didn't mention how Newt's behavior had change as he may have not know the wizard that well, he can tell when someone want to drop a subject. So, instead of pointing out Newt's odd behavior, he simply smiled and nodded.

"So..." [Name] trailed off as he looked at the bowtruckle that was sitting on Newt's palm and was looling curiously at them. "What kind is Pickett is? And the one who... erm, took my ring too, what are they?"

"Pickett... Pickett is a bowtruckle," Newt softly began as he looked at the said bowtruckle on his hand. Softly petting the green leaf on Pickett's head affectionately as the bowtruckle leaned on his finger. A fond smile on the wizard's lips as [Name] looked at Newt, a soft smile on the other's lips as he watched how Newt was affectionate to the small creature.

"Pickett actually... he isn't the only bowtruckle I have," Newt had said.

"Really? There's more?" Newt softly smiled at what [Name] had said. The wizard didn't have to turn to look at the muggle's face to know he was interested as the tone of [Name]'s voice had gaved it away.

"Y-yes... there's Titus, a-and Finn. Poppy, Marlow a... and also Tom," Newt had said. "Bowtruckles lived in trees. They're peaceful and also shy creatures," Newt had said.

"Like you?" [Name] piped. Grinning cheekily as he saw Newt's freckled cheeks reddened but the smile on the wizard's lips made him knew that Newt was alright with him comments.

"I... I wouldn't say that I'm... umm, peaceful," Newt had softly said as he heard [Name] sputter.

"Y-you? Not peaceful?" [Name] said, not believing what Newt had said. "Mister Scamander, you are the most purest man I had ever met and believed me, travelling makes you meet many interesting people," said [Name].

"Well, I... I sometimes fancy myself with... duels back in Hogwarts," said Newt, bravely as he turned to look at [Name] to silently say that he did use to duel. Newt seemed to remember that [Name] probably didn't know what 'duel' or 'Hogwarts' had meant as he was a muggle. And he was right as he saw the other had looked at him like he had grown two heads with the confusion plastered on [Name]'s face.

"Um... duels? H... Hogworts...?" [Name] said, uncertainty in his voice. His miss pronouncing of the name of the school made Newt bite back a chuckle threatening to leave his lips as he smiled at [Name] and shakes his head.

"R-right... you're a mugg... I mean, not a wizard..." Newt mused. "I'll tell you more about... all this," he had said. [Name] had a gentle smile on his lips as he nodded his head.

"I'd love that," [Name] had a softly said as he looked into Newt's eyesm adoring the lovely shade of blue where it remind [Name] of the cool and calming colors of the sky or the ocean waves that he often watched by when he set sails on boats to move to another place to travel.

"I'd love that, a lot," [Name] whispered underneath his breathe as Newt looked at his eyes aswell. Daze like he had done awhile ago too as he lost himself from the hypnotizing gaze of those mesmerizing [Eye color] eyes of [Name]'s.

The wizard loved this. He loved this, a lot, aswell.

[fly-flower-fanfics]

Live Again

Credence Barebone x Male Reader

Warnings: Abuse mentioned, biblical references, 

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Tears of anger and worry rolled down my cheeks. Credence had missed our daily meetings on the roof; he was nearly ten minutes late. I peered over the edge, hoping I would see him climbing the ladder with a rushed explanation on why he was late. But he wasn’t there.

I waited another agonizingly long fifteen minutes, but he didn’t show. Something was wrong. I felt it deep inside my stomach. 

I wiped my eyes and climbed down the ladder, determination set in my chest. No way in hell was I going to let Credence go. He promised he would make our meetings: every Saturday at three in the afternoon. He’d been late, sure, but that was only because Mary-Lou was a total bitch. He never ever missed a meeting. Something was horribly wrong.

I checked the church first because sometimes he was stuck there with Mary-Lou — he had explained that to me a couple times on why he was late. Surely enough, Credence was there. He wasn’t just standing there like he normally was, helping hold things or passing our flyers. He was tied up in a chair with his arms tied to the arms.

He was just sitting quietly, his head bowed. I could see his shoulder shaking even from all the way behind the crowd. My hands curled into fists. This was the last fucking time anyone would make him cry.

I pushed my way through the crowd, which wasn’t very hard. I was unnaturally tall and lanky, which allowed me to sneak through. Mary-Lou was ranting and raving about something with the Bible and how Credence has gone against it.

She spoke about how homosexuality was a sin and how masturbating was wrong. I grit my teeth together. She was making a total jerk out of him for just being human. I climbed up onto the stage as she picked up a bucket. The crowd gasped as I walked over to Credence, kneeling down next to his chair.

“What is the meaning of this?” she shouted.

I continued to untie the restraints that were around Credence’s arms. “Could you shut up? Your voice gives me a headache.”

She gasped. “How dare you speak to me like that!”

“I’ll dare to do whatever the fuck I please,” I hissed at her, refusing to look her in direction.

Just before I stood up to go to Credence’s other side, water cascaded over me. It was very hot, hot enough to make me cry out, but not hot enough to burn me. I stood up and whirled around to face her, yanking my wand out of my boot.

“Ma,” Credence called out softly.

“I’m not your Ma,” she snarled back at him. Her attention turned back to me, her eyes squinting as she eyed my wand. “You must be the one this boy is always out running around with. Dirty sinner.”

“I don’t give a single damn what you call me,” I answered, my knuckles turning white around my wand. “You will not harm him any longer. Whatever you think of him — of me — does not matter any longer. Your god or whatever mythical man in the sky you want to believe in would not stand for you brutally beating another person.”

“But the Bible-”

“I know what the Bible says!” I shouted, stomping my foot against the wooden platform. I hated the memories of my own abusive family that she was bringing back to me. “Whatever you say to try and justify your wicked ways, there is something else to go against it. Jesus saved a woman who committed adultery by telling the others that they could not stone her unless they were pure and sinless. Jonah completely ignored God, but God still wanted him to deliver some message. Jesus was betrayed by one of his disciples, and yet he still wanted him. Don’t you dare lecture me on the Bible until you can follow the words correctly.”

Her eyes narrowed at me, and I liked to believe it was because in a way, she knew I was right. “You dirty, little-”

I casted a spell that made her go mute, rendering her unable to open her mouth. The crowd gasped, backing away from the stage. I sneered, casting another spell that caused her to freeze in the spot she was in. Turning back to Credence, I untied his other hand and carefully pull him up out of the chair. Using my magic once again, I put Mary-Lou in the chair and bound her to it with the ropes that once bound Credence’s hands. I leaned down close to her, whispering into her ear. “If I see you again, I will not hesitate to kill you.” Her eyes were wide as I backed away from her.

Credence took my hand gently, making me turn to him. I stuffed my wand back into my boot and started walking down the steps, a shy Credence following me. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, the people in it clearly being frightened of me. I made my way back home: a little pile of blankets and newspapers in the corner of the alleyway next to the building where Credence and I met.

“Why did you do that?” Credence asked quietly.

“Pure spite,” I replied, still angry about the whole scenario. “Pure spite and the fact that I couldn’t bear to see you with that woman for another second.” 

I dropped Credence’s hand and walked into the alley, but he followed me anyway. I knelt down, folding some of the blankets and shoving them into a hat I had found and charmed. Have to pack small and light when you’re homeless. I could be stylish while doing it, too. I made sure that the false bottom was secured before I stood and placed the hat on my head. I paused a moment, grabbed my wand out, magicked my clothing dry again, and replaced the wand back into my boot.

“You live here?” 

“Yep. Well, not anymore,” I said, adjusting the hat comfortably on my head. “They’re going to come after me.” A look of confusion found it way onto Credence’s features. “The mob,” I explained for him. “The crowd. They know I’m a wizard; I did magic right in front of them. I didn’t even think about Obliviating them all, but I don’t know how I would’ve done it with such a large crowd anyway.”

I looked at Credence, taking both his hands in my own and kissing his knuckles softly. I looked into his eyes, seeing the sadness, pain, and confusion in them. I wanted to tell him that everything was going to be alright, but I couldn’t lie to him like that. He had been hurt too much before, and I didn’t want to add onto it,

“So where are you going...?”

“Somewhere,” I said with a shrug. “Do you want to come with me? You don’t have to, I just would miss you quite a lot.”

“After what you did to...” Credence shook his head. “I doubt she would let me back.”

“Then let’s go, Credence. Let’s run away together. Be happy. I’ll take care of you, I promise you that.”

Credence — with his head bowed — was quiet for a long while, but I didn’t want to rush him. I was asking him to drop everything he ever knew and leave. Maybe it would be a good thing considering his past, but I knew it was still a lot for him to take in. 

“I love you,” he whispered softly, finally looking up at me in the eyes. “I...I love you. I love you. I’m coming with. I’m- we’re going to run away together.”

“Together,” I promised and kissed his knuckles one more time.

I headed out towards the lighter end of the alley to start our journey when Credence grabbed my hand. He was still covered by the darkness a little bit.

“Credence? What’s wrong?”

He walked up to me, blushing. “I-I want...” H looked away, clearly embarrassed. I only found him to be all the more cute. “I want to kiss you.”

I smiled, almost laughing. “Then kiss me.”

Our lips met. It was a little too wet and there was too much teeth touching, but I really couldn’t have asked for a better first kiss. When we separated, Credence’s cheeks were bright red. Our foreheads touched as I gently rubbed my thumb across his knuckles.

“Let’s go, Credence. The world awaits us, and we can be anything we want to be.”

“I just want to be yours,” he admitted in a soft whisper. “I just want to be with you.”

“Your wish is my command,” I murmured. “Now let’s go find a place for us to be together in. Away from the mob, and away from glaring eyes. Just me and you, Credence. Just me and you.”

[delicrieux]

. . . paramour ༊*·˚

˙⋆✮ summary. you and credence live happily in france

pairing. credence barebone x male!reader warnings. some angst wc. 1,1k✧˖°.

prompt by nonnies. Do you still do fbawtft content? If so more Credence please!! Thanks! /  Ily could I please request something where Credence and his bf (he gay) have a cozy apartment in Paris and creed decides he wants to be intimate for the first time cuz bf has been patient, understanding, respectful of his limits and boundaries but also super flirty cuz LOOK AT HIM but creed wants to be daring so he walks into the room one day and just drops his robe nervously and bf calls him beautiful (possibly in French) aaaaand I think you can take it from there thank you!!

mlist | buy me coffee | a secret history ♡ྀ

You met Credence Barebone on a whimsical trip to New York. You had begged your mother access to her bank account and she, after a lot of persuasion and sweet promises, agreed, and drunk on ecstasy, alcohol, and in a haze of cigarette smoke you walked off the ship and set foot on American soil with pockets full of coins that just begged to be spent. You wanted to spend your cash on slot machines and other nightly desires, but you just so happened to stumble into a rally that swore against witches and wizards and you saw that shy boy standing there with leaflets and his mother screaming by his side. To say the least, you donated a pretty sum to their foundation, despite being a wizard. You found it quite ironic.

What you didn’t find ironic, however, is how much you grew to like Credence, and how much he grew to like you. After a few accidents with magic and your schoolmate Scamander losing his precious creatures (nothing had changed since Hogwarts, as it seemed), you decided to take Credence away from this madness and bring him home to France.

New York. You like him.

Paris. You still like him.

Day. You like him more.

Night. Can this desire be tamed?

And so the two of you live in a small flat in Paris that is just far away enough from the commotion and tourists, but just close enough to get a peek of the Eiffel Tower when looking through the kitchen’s window. You spend your days writing novels and an occasional poem. Credence studies magic, with your help of course, and tries to hide his blush each time he lays his eyes on you.

“…Where did you learn magic, (Name)?” Credence had asked one long night at the start of spring when the stars had just begun to shine brightly. Glancing away from the stack of scribbles your eyes trailed to find him sitting on the other side of the table, his complexion rosy and soft in the lamp light.

“I studied at Hogwarts.” You started, “A School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Britain.” You leaned back, “Never finished, though.” You added quietly, searching your pocket for a cigarette.

“Why not?” Credence continued, “If…you don’t mind me asking, that is…”

Ah! You found it, “They caught me.” You stated simply, biting the bud.

“…Caught you? Doing what?”

“Terrible things.”

“What sorts of things?”

You peered into his eyes, “The sorts I’d like to do to you.” Credence visibly gulped. You tried to hold in a smile, “See there was this…Professor I adored. He had a magnificent beard. And I was, well, a very …” You racked your mind for the right word, “-Diligent student. I was also very spoiled by my mother. When I wanted something…” You traced the details of his face, “I usually got it sooner, rather than later.”

“But I…don’t have a beard.”

You frowned, “Well, that’s quite alright. I like you the way you are, Credence.” You smiled, “Besides, I grew tired of them quite a while ago.”

“Will you grow tired of me, too?”

After that little chat Credence was even quieter than he usually was. A pity. You had hoped he finally started to open up to you, but he wouldn’t let you touch him – not even hold his hand, you could only dream of taking his clothes off – and you are a patient man but it was getting ridiculous and Newton had been pressing you to meet him and you really didn’t want to involve yourself in any other adventures he had planned. You grew tired and cranky. But never of Credence.

Never of his shy gaze and lovely smile.

Finally, another terrible day is over and you can watch the slowly darkening sky with as sense of relief. You had managed to avoid Newton today, but only Merlin knows if you will be lucky enough for that tomorrow. You loosen your tie and enter your room. The oil lamps cast strange shadows on the walls and the flat is deadly quiet, only the occasional bump and crash from upstairs bothers you. With a flick of your wand you shut the door behind you and your eyes scan for a clean piece of paper. You must write your family, specifically your mother. She is growing restless for you to marry.

“[You are killing me!]” Your mother cried.

“[Mother, please…]” You tried to calm her, approaching cautiously because you knew she will snap.

“[Idiot! Absolutely useless child of mine!]” She slapped you so hard your reading glasses nearly flew off of your nose, “[Do you know how embarrassing it is?! Marie’s child has already married, two times might I add! When will you take your boy by the altar?! Are you waiting for me to grow old?!]”

You are unsure of how many times you have told her that Credence is not ready yet. For a French woman she sure is impatient.

As you approach your writing desk, cramped with books and parchment and spilled ink, you hear the door creek open and turning around you ask, “Need anything, Cre—“ And as you meet his gaze he drops his robe. Your heart jumps to your throat, shock stilling you in place. His head is turned to the side, a hot red blush on his cheeks as he waits for you response, unmoving, unbreathing. Simply standing there as a work of art, ready to be admired and loved. Your eyes can’t help but roam his body, his velvety pale skin, and his shy bones. “Magnifique…” You whisper, catching his attention. Your eyes meet in the dimness of your room and an awed smile pulls on the corners of your lips, “Tu es magnifique mon amour…”

He approaches you, cautiously, scared of sudden movements and shaking lightly. When he is close enough your cradle his face in your hands, your fingers grazing his sensitive skin. His hands dig into your shirt, tugging lightly.

“I want you to…” He starts, his voice trembling.

“Yes?”

“…Kiss me.” He finishes breathless.

“Your wish is my command, Credence. It has, and will always be so.”

You lean in gently, your lips inches away from his, and pause – if he wishes to back out this is his last chance and your halted movements prove so. He nods lightly, the movement is felt through your fingers, as he closes his eyes and leans in. You meet him halfway, or perhaps the distance between you two was so scarce that it does not even matter. Your lips capture his in a heated kiss, one you had only dreamed about having, and he responds with the same unyielding passion, one you did not even know he had in him.

The night will be long, you figure. But you do not mind. No, you do not mind one bit.