#Fantastic Beasts fanfic

[freedomforthewin]

Baby Juliet and Newt’s Coat

(Oneshot in The Chosen Ones series)

Baby Juliet loved fabric and soft textures. When her Uncle Newt carried her, she liked to touch the blue coat he was wearing and feel the fabric.

One day, Newt came home after getting groceries, greeted Theseus and the babies, who were all playing in the living room, hung his blue coat on the back of the couch, and went to the kitchen to put the groceries away. Theseus picked up Judette, who was sitting closest to him, and took her to the high chair in the kitchen.

When Newt and Theseus weren’t looking, Juliet went to the back of the couch and tugged on Newt’s coat till it fell on top of her. The brothers heard the noise and turned around to see Newt’s coat on the floor. Newt told Theseus he’d take care of it and went to the living room as Theseus continued to get Judette settled in the high chair. Newt came closer to the fallen overcoat and saw a little lump moving underneath it. He lifted the part of the coat that was covering the moving lump and saw his one-year-old niece looking down, her tiny hands holding the part of his coat that was in her lap. The little head of black curls looked up, a curious expression on the baby’s tan face. When she saw it was Newt, she smiled happily. Newt smiled back at her and shook his head, amused. Then Juliet turned her attention back to the overcoat, continuing to feel it. Newt turned to call Theseus over, but Theseus was already on his way.

“Is Juliet okay?” Theseus asked.

“Yeah, she’s fine,” Newt said amusedly.

Theseus looked over at his content baby and sighed, smiling at the scene.

“She really likes your coat.”

“She does.”

“To be fair, it is a really nice coat.”

“Yeah,” Newt laughed.

Theseus gently picked up Juliet to take her to her high chair.

“Come on, Jules. It’s time to eat,” he said lightly.

As Theseus carried her to the kitchen, Newt took out his wand and pointed it at at his coat, cast a duplication spell on it, and shrunk it till it was about Juliet’s size. Then he thought for a moment and decided to duplicate the baby-sized coat and give the second one to Judette.

As the fathers were feeding their daughters, Newt told Theseus what he did and asked if he could give Juliet one of the little coats. Theseus agreed, thinking that she would be really happy. So after the babies were fed, Newt presented one of the baby coats to Juliet. When she realized it was for her, she cooed happily.

Newt took Juliet’s sweater off and then helped her into the coat. She looked down at the coat and felt it. Then she looked up at Newt and smiled happily. He smiled back at her and then at Theseus, who thanked him for giving her the gift.

Then Newt looked at Judette. “I didn’t forget about you, little one,” he said softly, and he showed her her coat.

The Scamander brothers looked on fondly at their little loves in their overcoats.

[uefb]

A fic excerpt from 1914, half a year after Newt’s expulsion (ages 17 and 25)

I’ve spent my free time over the past month writing Theseus and Newt between 1897 and 1919, and oh my goodness did their relationship evolution give me fits 😅 35k words later and I’m almost ready to post it! But I must get closer to turning in my dissertation chapter drafts first or I will be thoroughly reprimanded/have a mental breakdown and my soft little heart can’t handle that rn lmao)

[psyzook]

I love Original Percival Graves so much. He’s like- a very stern intimidating himbo. Definitely a himbo, but the opposite of the stereotypical happy-go-lucky golden retriever type. He’s a emotionally repressed dude who is literally the definition of whump.

I frequently read Newt Scamander/Original Percival Graves fics, and I always absolutely love that they are just- idiots in love. Percival is usually super besotted and smitten in fics and I love that.

I absolutely love how the Fantastic Beasts (movies) fandom circa 2016 saw him and his character and went ‘yup. this dude who went through trauma? he’s our new blorbo.’ Like- bitch I’m new-ish to the fandom and he’s already one of the two comfort characters I have.

My point is, Percy is my babygirl and I love him. Give me more Percival content guys!! I fucking beg of you! I wanna see into his head- I wanna see what makes him tick. I want to examine his whole personality like one of those police profilers. I love him, and I want more content.

I AM LINKING MY PERCIVAL GRAVES SPOTIFY PLAYLIST! MESSAGE ME IF YOU WANT TO ADD A SONG!

[afrenchaugurey]

Just a little sweet nothing this morning

Because I'm sure Newt loves to say Porpentina.

And Tina likes that, very much.

He is the only one from whom she likes to hear pronouncing her complete name.

He does that only on rare occasions, generally when they’re in the park, leaning back against a tree, her back against his bust, his nose buried in her neck, a book on her lap, as his arms surround her with a shield making her invincible. Between his lips, these four syllables transform into a soft melody, a prayer, a sweet little treat, the promise of a joyful future. He is the only one, since her parents left, who gives her a respite, a semblance of happiness. These few weeks she spent with him restored some colours on the dark canvas of her life. He is hope. He is love.

Even the good moments with Queenie don’t feel the same.

[amethystandemma]

Proposal Gone Wrong - Part 1

Evangeline Sallow stood in front of her small closet, wearing only a towel around her body. Her wet pink hair, despite being wrapped in a second towel, still sent droplets onto the hardwood floor. Being a rather clean person, this would normally set her off into a cleaning spree, but this time, she didn’t even notice.

In her hands were two dresses. They were both beautiful dresses, each in their own ways, but all Evangeline could see were the flaws.

The one in her left hand, a pale blue, floor length silk gown, was too formal. It also clashed with Newt’s peacock blue overcoat, which she would undoubtedly be wearing at some point in the evening when she gave even the smallest hint of a shiver. 

The dress in her right hand, a yellow sundress that went to her thighs, was too casual and too… girly. Evangeline had nothing wrong with looking girly or sweet, but she wasn’t in the mood for it tonight. She wasn’t in the mood to dress up either, if she was being honest.

If it weren’t for Theseus telling her to, “Dress nice,” she would have just worn her nightgown and stayed in for the night with only Sabrina, her cat, to keep her company.

And Newt, but he had been acting strangely the past few days. 

Well, stranger than how he usually acted.

“I really wish Zelma was here,” Evangeline mumbled as she flopped onto her bed, next to Sabrina. The cat opened one green eye at the sudden movement then closed it, a low growl coming from her small black body.

Zelma Silverthorne had been Evangeline’s best friend since before Hogwarts. The two women’s Dads, Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt, had been best friends since they went to Hogwarts, and regularly threw the two girls together when they were younger while they talked about Quidditch. They had been inseparable ever since, and Zelma had been there for her through thick and thin.

There were countless study nights when the two girls would stay up practicing spells until the sun came up. When Eleazar Sallow, Evangeline’s younger brother was murdered, Zelma was there within an hour to cry with her.

It was weird to not have her there.

Evangeline picked back up the letter she got from Zelma, rereading it to see if she had missed something the other twenty times she read it.

Eva,

Unfortunately, I am unable to come to the townhouse. However, I have full faith in your capabilities to dress yourself for once in your bloody life. 

Love, 

Z

Just one sentence telling her to dress herself. Zelma didn’t say what she was doing that prevented her from helping her out, just that she wouldn’t be there, which was very unlike her. Ever since they were little girls, she loved playing dress-up and always jumped at the opportunity to choose her friend’s clothes.

Evangeline stroked Sabrina’s short black fur absentmindedly, staring up at her ceiling. 

“Alright. Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

Evangeline stood up, picking up the cat with her. Sabrina yelped in surprise then gave another low growl.

“Oh hush,” Evangeline said, tapping the cat’s nose. She held her up in front of the two dresses. “Which one am I wearing?”

Sabrina screamed and growled, squirming in her owner’s arms. The one thing she hated more than being awakened from a nap was being picked up.

“Ugh, fine.” Evangeline set her down, glowering, as the fickle feline cut her finger. “I give you food and a home and this is how you repay me?”

She opened her door to let her out. When she turned back around, a brown owl sat on her windowsill. Evangeline jumped, placing a hand on her quickly beating heart.

Tied onto the owl’s leg was a piece of parchment, a sight that would be unusual to anyone not part of the wizarding world. Muggles communicated with the post, wizards and witches communicated with owls.

Evangeline walked to her window, opening the glass panel. There was a small bag of Eeylops Owl Treats on the windowsill that she reached into, pulling out one of the mouse shaped treats. The owl ate it while Evangeline read the letter.

Eva,

Your cat has terrible fashion sense. Wear the blue one.

Love,

Z

Evangeline crumpled up the letter, rolling her brown eyes.

“You stupid seer,” she muttered.

Part 1 -> Part 2

[caribbean1989]

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them - writing masterlist

Here you can find all fanfics I have written for Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. The full list can be found under the break.

FAITHFUL

Characters: Newt Scamander, Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald Genre: hurt/comfort, angst Summary: Newt fidgeted his hands together without slackening the grip on his wand. The only thing Grindelwald wanted was to kill Newt and disappear again before anyone else arrived, and Newt was sure he would do so sooner rather than later.

Newt finds a fugitive Gellert Grindelwald and is forced to a duel.

Read on: AO3 | FF.net | Tumblr: chapter 1 / chapter 2

[letthewhumpbegin]

Faithful, chapter 2 - Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

This is the second (and final) chapter to this story. Chapter 1 can be found HERE.

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Characters: Newt Scamander, Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald Short summary: Newt finds a fugitive Gellert Grindelwald and is forced to a duel. Word count: 2108 Warnings: contains magical injury, mentions of blood, passing out and magical healing.

A/N: this story is already posted on my FF.net and AO3 account, but now posted onto here as well.

(GIF by me)

Dumbledore and Newt waited until Grindelwald was taken away and the last of the Ministry officials had Disapparated.

"Now it's our time to go." Dumbledore tightened his grip on Newt's arm and turned on the spot. Newt felt the familiar, yet somewhat unpleasant, sensation of Side-Along Apparition. Whatever destination Dumbledore had in mind for them, Newt would be taken there, too.

After a few seconds and a whirlwind of blurry images, Newt's feet slammed into the ground at their destination. The impact made him stagger so much that he needed Dumbledore's steady physique next to him to remain standing.

Newt inhaled the cool night air and the smell of pine trees, and he immediately knew where they were. There, sitting on top of a hill, by the edge of a large lake, lay Hogwarts Castle.

"Why did you take me here?" Newt asked weakly. His energy was even more rapidly draining than before now. "It is the only place in the entire world that I trust to be safe," Dumbledore answered, "and a place where I know you will feel at ease while you recover."

"How are we getting to the castle?" It hadn't eluded Newt that they had Apparated at the edge of the school grounds, and he remembered fairly well that Apparating inside Hogwarts grounds was not possible. "I'm afraid we have to walk." Dumbledore looked genuinely sorry about this. "I know I'm asking a lot of you, but given the current circumstances, I did not think it wise to lower the school's security in any way." Newt nodded shortly. He knew Dumbledore had made the right choices, but still was not looking forward to this next part. He was feeling shaky and unsteady from his wounds, and it was getting worse by the second. "I'm– I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it all that way," Newt confessed. "We're not in a hurry." A compassionate smile played on Dumbledore's lips. "Take all the time you need."

Dumbledore made sure that Newt could properly lean on him for support, and did not pressure him in any way. "Whenever you're ready." Newt carefully took a step forward. Dumbledore moved forward with him, always making sure that Newt had plenty of support. He let Newt determine their tempo, and would wait patiently whenever Newt needed to stop for a moment to catch his breath.

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It took a long time, but finally they set foot in the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts Castle. It was just as Newt remembered it, with the Great Hall on one side and the giant marble staircase on the other. Even though Newt was heavily weakened by his injuries and barely able to hold onto consciousness, it still felt like coming home.

Dumbledore had already felt Newt's weight grow heavier against him, so it did not come as a surprise when Newt started to sag. "It's alright, give into it." Dumbledore gently guided Newt to lie down on the marble floor of the entrance hall. Newt was as good as unresponsive by now, the injuries of the day finally taking the better of him.

Hurried, slippered footsteps announced the arrival of someone. Dumbledore looked up to find Professor McGonagall coming down the marble staircase. With her wand at the ready to fend off possible intruders, she trotted down the stairs.

"Albus?" She was clearly shaken up. "Is that you?" "Yes, Minerva," Dumbledore answered calmly. "Would you please wake up Madam Pomfrey? Her assistance is urgently needed." "Is that… Mr. Scamander?" McGonagall only now had a better look at the person lying on the floor. "It is," Dumbledore answered serenely, "Madam Pomfrey, Minerva, please." "Yes, of course." McGonagall hurried back up the steps and disappeared from view.

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Dumbledore brought Newt over to the hospital wing, and arrived there at the same time McGonagall arrived with Madam Pomfrey.

The matron took one look at Newt and immediately determined this was serious. "Over here." She motioned to one of the beds. Dumbledore carefully laid Newt down on it, and retreated to the side to give the matron the space she needed to do her job.

McGonagall came to stand next to Dumbledore. "Does this mean Grindelwald was captured, Albus?" He nodded slowly. "It indeed does." "What happened to Mr. Scamander?" McGonagall stared horror-struck as Madam Pomfrey pulled aside Newt's coat and revealed the lacerations to his chest and shoulders. "They duelled," Dumbledore spoke thoughtfully, "I can think of some of the curses he's been hit with. McGonagall shook her head in disbelief. "It's a wonder he survived." "Come now, Minerva, don't underestimate him." The usual twinkle was back in Dumbledore's eyes as he spoke. "Newt knows how to stand his ground. You should see some of the creatures he works with."

Madam Pomfrey had chosen that moment to come over to Dumbledore. "Those are some serious injuries, Albus," she said disapprovingly, "only dark magic could cause those." "I know, I know." Dumbledore held up his hands to stop the reprimand he knew would follow. "But nothing I can't heal," she continued, "it will take time for him to recover properly from this, but I have all the spells and ointments ready to treat him." "Thank you, Poppy." Dumbledore smiled at her. Madam Pomfrey mumbled something no one quite caught, and set to work on Newt's injuries.

"Minerva?" Dumbledore turned to McGonagall. "I need you to travel to London, to the Leaky Cauldron, and find a man named Jacob Kowalski." "Who is he?" McGonagall looked rather confused by this request. "A Muggle in a wizard's inn will probably be easy to find." Dumbledore grinned at his own remark. "You will find him to be in possession of something very valuable to Newt, and I need you to escort Mr. Kowalski here." The dozens of questions shone on McGonagall's face, but she didn't ask them. "Right away."

Dumbledore silently sat down in the chair by Newt's bed. Madam Pomfrey was applying ointment to the wounds on Newt's chest and back, and topped it off with a generous amount of bandages. She tutted a few times disapprovingly during her treatment, but made no further comments.

"I don't know what else you have planned for this man, Albus," she began after a short while, "but he needs rest for at least the next few days. Absolute rest." "Certainly." Dumbledore nodded solemnly. "He will feel the after-effects of this for quite a while." She shook her head once more to show her disapprovement, before leaving for her office.

Dumbledore sat back in his chair. The hunt for Grindelwald had dominated his life in the past few months, and now, all of a sudden, it was over. It had cost him, surely. The very result of that was lying right in front of him. He did not know what the next few days would bring him, but for now his main concern was Newt. Dumbledore would not even think of anything else until he was sure Newt would be alright and would make a full recovery.

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Newt slowly felt the comforts of sleep leave him. He willed it to overtake him once more, for he was still utterly tired, but it would not. He listened to the sounds around him. It was mostly quiet, but far in the distance were sounds of people talking and laughing.

"Lunch hour at Hogwarts." A solemn voice suddenly spoke. "My favourite time of the day."

Newt slowly opened his eyes to find Dumbledore standing by the window beside his bed. The professor stood with his hands buried deep in his trouser pockets, staring out of the window with a faint smile on his face. He observed his students having fun in the snow in the courtyard below. How he knew Newt was awake before the younger man was even fully aware of it himself, was a mystery.

"... Wh–what?" Newt stammered, still dazed with sleep. He made a feeble attempt to push himself more upright. "No, no, don't do that." Dumbledore stopped Newt from moving. "Or Madam Pomfrey will have my head." Newt lay back against his pillows. He had to admit that moving hurt quite a bit, so he would have probably stayed put without Dumbledore's intervention as well.

Dumbledore sat down in the chair by the bed. He gave Newt a friendly, yet intriguing stare. Suddenly his face broke into a smile as he held up a flat hand, where Pickett was swinging from one of the long, slender fingers. "This is a funny little fellow." "Pickett," Newt mumbled, relieved. Dumbledore shortly placed his hand on the bed covers, so Pickett could scurry over to Newt and sit down on his chest. Newt smiled briefly at the little creature seeking his company.

"Newt…" Dumbledore began. The tone of his voice indicated he meant to start a serious conversation. "What happened last night was more than I could ever have asked of you." "Did the Ministry arrest Grindelwald?" Newt ignored Dumbledore's remark. "Yes." Dumbledore folded his hands in his lap. "All thanks to you." "Yet you do not seem at ease." Newt tried to read Dumbledore's expression. "Grindelwald is a smart and powerful wizard, Newt" Dumbledore answered thoughtfully, "he will try to escape, and we cannot rule out that getting captured was even part of his plan." "So, last night was utterly useless." Newt shrugged. He had suddenly lost all confidence in his actions. "Absolutely not." Dumbledore sounded somewhat stern now. "Do not ever doubt the choices that you've made." Newt chuckled softly, plucking at his bedsheets. "How often have you told me that already?" "Apparently, not often enough," Dumbledore smiled.

Newt stared at his own knees now, avoiding at all cost to look Dumbledore in the eye. The older wizard did not seem bothered by this at all. He merely watched Newt with interest.

Dumbledore broke the silence after a short while. "Do you know what amuses me, Newt?" "Hogwarts at lunch hour?" Newt answered with the hint of a smirk. Dumbledore chuckled. "That, too. No, I meant that suitcase of yours." Newt's head snapped up, as he looked at Dumbledore with wide eyes. "It… that… my creatures," he stammered frantically. Dumbledore held up his hands and gestured for Newt to calm down. "Your creatures are safe. Mr. Kowalski has been taking excellent care of them. It's good to see how much the Muggle community knows about magical creatures these days." "I…" Newt tried to get some words out, but wasn't sure if he should speak. Dumbledore's words had not been accusatory or reprimanding, but he knew perfectly well he had broken quite a few laws when getting Jacob involved in taking care of his creatures.

Dumbledore quietly studied Newt, watching the young man's internal struggle. "What have I just said about doubting your choices, Newt?" He finally smiled. "Right," Newt chuckled rather nervously. "Mr. Kowalski is a very likeable man, and you've taught him well on magical creatures," Dumbledore continued. Newt was genuinely surprised now. "You've met him?" "Certainly," Dumbledore nodded, "he's right here at Hogwarts."

Newt hesitated shortly. If Jacob was here, that meant his case was here as well, and with that: his creatures. "I need to see my creatures." He made another attempt to get out of bed, ignoring the pain moving caused. "No." Dumbledore put a firm hand on Newt's shoulder, and easily kept him in check. "Madam Pomfrey will curse and jinx me with everything she has knowledge of when she sees you out of bed." "But…" Newt protested. "I'm afraid I will have to be firm," Dumbledore said calmly. "I can, however, send Mr. Kowalski to visit you. He'll be able to tell you all about your creatures' well-being." Newt fidgeted his hands together. This was not exactly what he had had in mind, but it would have to do for now. "Alright." The smile with which Dumbledore answered Newt betrayed that he was perfectly aware of Newt's reluctance to agree to this.

"Good." Dumbledore rose to his feet, taking the jacket which he had hung over the back of the chair. "I have a class to teach. We still have lots of things to discuss, which I will not bother you with now, but I will visit you again later today."

Dumbledore walked to the door of the hospital wing. "Oh!" He suddenly stopped and turned back to Newt. "I nearly forgot: I will send Mr. Kowalski over to you. And remember, do not get out of bed. Not even when Madam Pomfrey is on her hour-long lunch break." His words were followed by a mischievous wink. Newt smirked in understanding. "Thank you, professor."

[rainintheevening]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

So I got two of these (not surprising) and I'm gonna give different answers for both. Hehe.

A Coal Yet Burning MCU

A brief exploration of Steve Rogers's life in the post-Snap world (between Infinity War and Endgame). So much angst, I cried multiple times writing this, and the opening chapter was the result of reading The Hunger Games trilogy, especially Mockingjay. It's about being surrounded by darkness, and the stubbornness of light (and the hope we know is coming). Bucky isn't in this one, but his presence is felt everywhere.

This We'll Defend MCU

He gets a mention and a photo in the movie, but I gave Sam's buddy Riley a last name and a whole life. This is just a snippet of life for a family with a man in the Forces, and heavily inspired by Dean Brody's song 'Brothers'. Short and sweet.

Change My Name HP (Fantastic Beasts)

Arguably my most popular fic, this is an alternate ending to the first Fantastic Beasts movie. Where Newt manages to save Credence (he gets a new, better name), and everything is just generally better. Lots of hugs, Newt being sweetly awkward, and the power of found family. The first time I ever wrote a fix-it immediately after taking in a story.

Promise MCU

Hard-core Brothers2Infinity (Steve and Bucky) Christmas angst, fluff, hope, and h/c. I framed different Christmases in their lives around the song 'I'll Be Home For Christmas', which premiered in WW2. Like all my Steve and Bucky stuff, it's embedded in the whole world I built around the movies, but still totally readable on its own.

Even Soldiers Have Heroes Sherlock

One of my Rememberance Day specials, this is a recognition of John's military career, and I had a lot of fun with it. The war in Afghanistan was fraught with questionable motives and uncertain objectives, but how do the soldiers who were simply there to do their best make peace with themselves? John gets a beautiful reminder that his presence in that land of rocks and ancient dust was not pointless. I just loved writing both John and Mary in this, and building a plausible story for him. (And if anyone feels like drawing that picture of John, please feel free!)

Thanks so much for ask! This was fun!!!

[ravenclaws-eulchen]

AdA, Kapitel 86: Feuer frei

Jacob schlief noch halb, als seine Füße ihn durch die inzwischen vertrauten Straßen trugen. Es war halb drei am Morgen und er gestattete sich ein herzhaftes Gähnen, während er in Gedanken schon bei dem neuen Scones-Rezept war, dass Mr. Wynn ihm gegeben hatte. Es störte ihn nicht, früh aufzustehen, wenn das bedeutete, bald vor einer Schüssel Teig und einem warmen Ofen zu stehen. London war nie ruhig, aber die Straßen waren leer und Jacob trottete gemütlich voran, als ihm plötzlich ein verbrannter Geruch in die Nase stieg.

Weiterlesen hier: Kapitel 86: Feuer frei

[elisha-am]

Ten First Lines

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your fanfics and tag ten people. If you’ve written fewer than 10 fics, don’t be shy and share anyway. If you’re an artist or meta-writer, feel free to find a way to participate if you’d like. :)  

Thanks @themysteriousphoenix for tagging me!!! (p.s: sorry this took eons aksjdh)

1. In The Woods (newtina)

"Ow, OW!” Tina yelped when Newt half guided, half pressed her down to sit on the double cot in their tent.

2. Do it all again (newtina)

He looked up from his case to see her stepping into the alley.

3. Learning Fear (newtina)

Newt heard the most horrifying scream in his life.

4. Never Break The Chain (Tina & Queenie)

Tina walked into the special ward in St. Mungo's and came to an abrupt halt at the doorway.

5. Eye of The Beholder (newtina)

She married a handsome man.

6. Hopeful Return (newtina)

“Guess he isn’t coming back, is he?”

7. Alleviated (newtina)

Her right knee was troubling her again.

8. A chance across the ocean (Tina & Credence Twins AU)

“We need to send them away,” the mother said with her voice trembling.

9. Tipsy on Power (newtina)

First, it was a loud thud, second came a masculine grunt and then followed by feminine giggles.

10. untitled (Tina & Lally)

Every step Tina took seemed to add another ton of dread in her stomach.

As usual, I tag whoever want to do this! I am long over due for some fanftic reading :DDD

[obaewankenope]

Signalling Theory Part 12, Information Asymmetry chapter 3 is DONE.

Total count: 11.7k

[freedomforthewin]

Comforting Theseus

Eight-year-old Newt went to 16-year-old Theseus’s bedroom, wanting to hang out with his older brother and talk about creatures. But when he got there, he found Theseus sitting against the bed on the carpeted floor, crying. Newt slowly came closer to him and sat on the floor, facing him. Newt quietly asked what happened.

Theseus shakily said that his friends had suddenly gotten bored with him and had stopped wanting to be his friends. Just like that. He had really cared about them, so this really hurt.

Newt morosely told Theseus that they were mean and that he didn’t know how they could not want Theseus, that he’d be so sad if Theseus weren’t going to be in his life. That brought out a small smile from his brother.

But then Theseus said that he realized now that anyone he loved might just suddenly not want him anymore. Newt said that he’d always want Theseus. Theseus just looked at his little brother, his eyes sad and pleading.

Newt hugged him, and Theseus hugged him back tightly, crying in his arms. Newt gently stroked his back.

They stayed in each other’s arms until Theseus calmed down. Then, wanting to cheer Theseus up, Newt asked for Theseus to come get ice cream with him. Theseus, aware that he looked and sounded like he had been crying, didn’t want to go at first but caved when Newt asked again.

He took Newt to the ice cream shop. Newt picked their ice creams while Theseus stood a little bit away and averted his gaze, trying not to draw attention to his red-rimmed eyes and sad demeanor. The younger brother, noticing that and that the ice cream scooper had noticed that as well, decided to add a second extra item that Theseus liked to Theseus’s ice cream. Newt quietly asked the ice cream scooper to put fudge sauce on Theseus’s peanut butter ice cream, which Newt had already asked to have a mix-in of chocolate chunks, and explained that Theseus was having a really bad day.

Theseus came when it was time to pay for their ice creams, but Newt told the lady to take the payment from him instead. Theseus was surprised, especially since he noticed that Newt had added two add-ons that he liked to his ice cream, and add-ons cost more. But when Newt handed him the cup of his favorite ice cream, he gave Newt a small smile. Newt smiled back.

Newt started eating his cinnamon ice cream that had a mix-in of brownies, and the two brothers left the shop.

[uefb]

Chapter 7 of Older, or Two Brothers and a Train Station up now :)

Summary: In which the Scamander parents get a bit too busy for caretaking; the extended family proves themselves rather useless at babysitting without inflicting borderline-trauma; and Theseus finds himself handling the unwieldy consequences (e.g., Newt). (yes, this is the lull before the storm...)

Excerpt:

In retrospect, Theseus maybe should have noticed earlier than he did that he had been very seriously tasked with watching his little brother on and off for the majority of the summer, far more than his usual elder brother duties. And it wasn't like he was tasked with it because he did not have anything else better to do himself , but because, by July, their parents—almost overnight—became truly and impressively and inordinately busy. 

…Really busy.

With Muggle London’s recent fascination and consequent reliance on the electric tram [4], Helios was dealing with an influx of opportunistic magical troublemakers that pulled him out on investigations and into raids at every hour of the day and night; while Rowan had become rather single-mindedly preoccupied with several of her hippogriff mares (who were having a difficult laying season), all on top of her other preexisting business and family commitments [5]. 

At first, Rowan had roped her younger sister Willow—a mediwitch at the St. Mungo Children’s Ward—into helping Theseus with Newt a few afternoons and evenings a week, but after several attempts at having him stay over at hers entirely on his own (particularly on the nights before his appointments), that method quickly proved disastrous. Newt apparently did not like that he was unfamiliar with Aunt Willow’s flat and customs; and Aunt Willow was disturbed by waking up every morning to a childless cot, which forced her to search Newt out in a state of panic until she stumbled upon wherever he had tucked himself away the night before [6, 6a]

(Theseus never really thought he’d have to listen to anyone receive a lecture on why sleeping in the broom closet or the bathtub or on the floor behind the wood-stove instead of a perfectly suitable mattress was inappropriate, but Newt did a lot of things that made him question his previous understanding of the world.)

Before Helios and Rowan consented to explicitly using Theseus as a full-time third parent, however, they had tried Helios’ siblings. Both sets of grandparents were out of the question because Grandfather Ptolemy was about as warm with Newt as their father’s brother Hesiod was; and Rowan’s mother was frailer even than their Longbottom great great grandparents—even Newt seemed to tiptoe about her house (even if he did so exceedingly unsuccessfully) whenever they visited…

And that left only Helios’ older sister Hippolyta, down at the border of Devon and Cornwall at Rame Head [7].

Theseus knew the very moment his parents decided to ask her that sending Newt there would absolutely not work (which was unfortunate, for Newt could have been very entertained on the Sound under different circumstances)... But, because Aunty Hippa had always adored her youngest brother, she immediately said yes anyway, despite the fact her formerly aristocratic husband Arundel Helston Mount-Edgecombe was—according to Helios—a “piece of work” [8]; and even though Theseus and Newt’s only real cousin Eloise (a very pretty, very poised, and very disturbingly intelligent nineteen-year-old witch) was almost always in as much trouble as Newt was, if for remarkably different reasons… 

Not the ideal location for an inquisitive six-year-old with very little regard for hierarchical respect or social niceties, Theseus personally thought.

But, because Theseus was just fourteen-almost-fifteen, he could only watch as Helios and Rowan approached Newt where he sat on a small boulder near the treeline, gently tugging the illustrated copy of Black Beauty out of his hands—(a book which Aunt Willow had bartered for him at a Muggle Curiosities shop while he stayed with her, in an attempt to bribe him into compliance)—and nudging him until the he’d made room for them to flank him on either side [9, 9a]. They explained in clear and calm language that Aunty Hippa had asked for his company for a few weeks, after which Newt asked if they still lived near the sea, and, upon hearing the answer—while still looking minorly concerned—nevertheless leapt off the rock to tear past Theseus and disappear into the house, where he proceeded to scour every shelf and trunk for "the book about oceans!" and Theseus' now-too-small bathing costume, from when they'd still lived in Dorset [10].

It was very clear his little brother was under the impression he might get to meet a sea serpent, and Theseus wasn’t cruel enough to disavow him of that belief if it made him happy enough to venture off the farm without complaint. Neither of their parents did anything to dampen his spirits either. In Newt’s wake, in fact, Rowan simply caught Theseus’ eye with a wink and a shrug, and then turned back to Helios briefly—letting him tuck an errant curl behind her ear—before rushing off after Newt to supervise his attempts at packing.

Newt was gone the next morning. Beaten-up binoculars hanging off his neck—a crab net woven through the front straps of his pink linen dungarees [11, 11a]—he had tolerated Theseus’ affectionate attention for a full half minute, even promising to write (with Eloise’s help, of course).

Not that the child even had time to fulfil that promise, though, for the owl Theseus received from Eloise six days after his little brother’s departure only proved his initial instincts unfortunately correct… 

[afrenchaugurey]

Hi!

I realize I forgot to post here but I posted chapter 4 of my New Year's fic.

Summary : After a complicated moment, Newt finally mixes with the New Year party.

And the introduction scene

In the centre of the room, a large table sagged under the profusion of drinks, food and cutlery. Soft music came from nowhere, and would have bathed the area with a tender lullaby if it hadn’t been covered by all the other voices and noises. The chanting soapy bubbles had disappeared when Adeline had sat at the table, Evie replacing them by hovering oranges, pinecones and cinnamon sticks –mirrors of the tree’s decorations– that filled their noses with forest smells.

Evie had probably circled the dining space with Fencing Charms , as the dog and the puffskeins herd remained far from the food. The pre-dinner mini-sandwiches trays and drinks replenished automatically as soon as they emptied, offering enough provisions for a whole army.

“Snidget, you’re back! Come, and have a firewhisky!”

Theseus’s face had turned crimson, and Newt didn’t want to know how many glasses he had drunk already. Apparition or flight wouldn’t be an option to come back home for his brother that night; Newt would have to make sure of it.

“Snidget?” asked a woman Newt didn’t recognize, but whose cheeks gleamed as red as Theseus’s.

Her hair was like the plants frozen over the lake, a dark brown surrounded by white, and something in her gaze –traces of a complicated and heavy past, courage, and empowerment– reminded him of Tina.

“That was Newton’s nickname as a child, Sunshine,” Titania whispered in the other witch’s ear, before she wove their fingers and kissed her knuckles.

The woman’s eyes opened wide, and she stared at Newt who intensely looked at the ground.

“Of course! Snidget ! Newt Scamander! How could I have forgotten this!” she exclaimed, “I’m Poppy Sweeting.

Thank you for reading !

[amethystandemma]

Newtangeline WIP

Evangeline woke up the next morning, her body extremely sore. She blinked slowly, her eyes struggling to adjust to the rising morning light.

She couldn’t remember how she had gotten where she was, or where she even had been sleeping.

Then, she saw Newt’s slumped over body and began to recall the events leading up to this in a series of flashes.

Grindelwald standing over Newt’s case… a wave of pain hitting her… collapsing to the ground…

While looking around, she saw a figure sitting at the edge of her bed. Newt. She would recognize that peacock blue coat and dirty blonde hair anywhere.

The Magizoologist’s body was hunched over in a chair, his forehead against the bed. His shirt was rumpled and there were large bags under his eyes, as if he had tried to stay awake.

Still, he held onto her hand, even in sleep.

“Newt?” Evangeline asked softly, her voice groggy from sleep.

He began to stir, a soft groan coming from his mouth. At first, he looked extremely disoriented, as if he was confused as to when he had fallen asleep.

As soon as his eyes made contact with hers, he bolted upright.

“Eva,” he breathed, his voice filled with relief. “You’re awake.”

[letthewhumpbegin]

Faithful, chapter 1 - Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Characters: Newt Scamander, Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald Short summary: Newt finds a fugitive Gellert Grindelwald and is forced to a duel. Word count: 2230 Warnings: contains magical injury, mentions of blood, passing out and magical healing.

A/N: this story is already posted on my FF.net and AO3 account, but now posted onto here as well.

This is chapter 1 of 2. Second chapter will be up on 8 November.

The manhunt for Gellert Grindelwald lasted for months now. Over several continents, the Ministries of Magic of at least a dozen countries, and even Albus Dumbledore, were involved in the search, but Grindelwald was neither caught nor found.

That was, until now…

It was a cold, snowy December evening when the unlikeliest of wizards, quite accidentally, stumbled across the clue that led to the discovery of Grindelwald's hiding place.

Newt Scamander was not a man who went looking for an opportunity to duel or see his name in the newspapers. Quite to the contrary even: he usually stayed away as far as possible from things like that, but this information on Grindelwald's location looked very solid, and at least worth investigating. Newt had simply overheard a couple of wizards talking in a tavern earlier in the evening, and he had to admit it all sounded way too good to be true. Still, it felt wrong to dismiss it as bollocks immediately, and only a few short checks later, Newt could only conclude that this might be the clue they had been hoping for.

Newt knew he had to act fast, or Grindelwald would slip through their fingers once again. The information he found led to an abandoned estate in Scotland, not even that far from where Newt was now, and he decided in a split-second that he would go and check it out. Supposedly, Grindelwald stayed there alone at the moment, but that could very well be a trap of course.

It would be dangerous, very dangerous even, but there was no time for doubt. Grindelwald had eyes and ears everywhere, and would know in a heartbeat that he had been discovered, so there was no time to lose.

Before he left, Newt sent word to everyone he could think of being involved in the manhunt here in Britain, but he would not wait for them. No, he had to act immediately. He tried not to think of the possibility that he might not survive this, and what that would mean for his creatures. That he would escape the inevitable duel unscathed was unlikely, but Newt had made his decision: if he didn't act now, it would be too late. And he at least owed Dumbledore this level of commitment and faith.

So, for now, and probably against his better judgement, Newt set off on his own…

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Newt Apparated at the beginning of a lane, lined with tall trees, that ended at a handsome mansion. One of the Scottish lochs in the distance reflected the moon overhead, and the fresh snow crunched softly under Newt's feet as he hurried up the lane.

The lack of defenses as he carefully made his way to the mansion set Newt unbelievably on edge. It was highly unlikely that a wanted criminal and exceptionally skilled wizard like Grindelwald, would not have any defensive spells in place to fend off intruders. Still, so far, Newt encountered nothing.

The entire mansion was dark, except for one window on the ground floor. A faint light escaped through drawn curtains, betraying someone was in that room.

All of Newt's senses were in a state of highest alert as he approached the front door. At any moment, curses could start flying his way, and he knew those would not be innocent Body-Binding curses…

The front door of the mansion stood slightly ajar, almost as if to welcome him in. Newt pushed it open and stepped into the hallway, wand at the ready. He halted for a moment, looking sharply around for movement that announced an oncoming attack, but all remained eerily quiet and desolate.

"I must say, I am disappointed."

The voice came from the living room to the right side of the hallway. Newt apprehensively crossed the threshold, and found Gellert Grindelwald sitting in an armchair by the hearth fire. Even though Grindelwald had his back turned to him, Newt knew very well that the wizard's wand was pointing towards him.

"What disappoints you?" Newt ventured the question. His eyes darted around the room for a possible ambush from Grindelwald's allies, and yet again he saw none. Grindelwald indeed seemed to be alone here.

"I had rather hoped to see my old friend Albus," Grindelwald replied, still not looking at Newt. "And no worries, Mr. Scamander, I am quite alone here." Newt nervously took another step closer, reducing the distance between himself and Grindelwald to less than three meters. "That's close enough." The menace dripped from Grindelwald's voice.

Newt readied himself for the attack that could start any second now. He was well aware that he alone would likely be no match for Grindelwald, not even with Grindelwald being without allies, so delaying was his best strategy.

"I might be able to persuade Dumbledore to come here," Newt tried. Grindelwald scoffed. "You and I both know he is already on his way. But he is not coming for me, he is only coming here for you." "Dumbledore doesn't care about me," Newt lied. "Well, you might be right," Grindelwald sneered, "sending you here is tantamount to killing you, so maybe indeed he doesn't care… or he just grossly overestimates your abilities."

Newt fidgeted his hands together without slackening the grip on his wand. He would not be able to keep Grindelwald talking for much longer. The only thing Grindelwald wanted was to kill Newt and disappear again before anyone else arrived, and Newt was sure he would do so sooner rather than later.

Grindelwald slowly rose to his feet, back still turned to Newt. "Any last words, Mr. Scamander?" Newt kept his gaze firmly fixed on Grindelwald, taking in every minute movement, but he refused to answer that question. "Have it your way," Grindelwald mumbled venomously.

In a flash, Grindelwald spun round. The first curse was already flying before he was even fully facing Newt. A jet of green light flashed past Newt's head, but this attack was what he had been expecting. He fairly easily dodged the curse and sent his own counterattack in Grindelwald's direction. Grindelwald blocked Newt's curse, immediately sending the next one flying.

Newt was not fully able to dodge or block this one. He felt the intense pain of the Cruciatus Curse flood his body, but he willed himself to remain upright. If he ended up on his knees, Grindelwald would be able to finish him off before this duel had even properly started. Newt bit through the paralysing pain of the curse, and with immense power of will, managed to send a jinx hurtling towards Grindelwald.

Grindelwald had clearly not been expecting this. Newt's jinx hit him square in the chest, and the force of it threw him backwards against a bookcase. His reply, however, was instantaneous.

"Diffindo!"

It was the first curse Grindelwald actually spoke, but he did so with so much menace that the word alone instilled fear in Newt. There was no chance for him to block this curse, and he only half managed to leap out of its way. The curse only scraped the right side of his chest, but it still left deep gashes across Newt's ribs. Warm blood spilled onto his shirt and hands, making the grip on his wand slippery. The injury left Next momentarily unaware of his adversary. A mistake he immediately regretted.

Grindelwald cast the Diffindo-curse again, hitting Newt across the back of his shoulders. Fresh wounds bit into Newt's flesh and sent him crashing to the floor. Grindelwald seized this opportunity to cast the Cruciatus Curse again. This time Newt caught the full force of the curse, seizing him with an excruciating pain.

To Newt it felt like hours later before Grindelwald lowered his wand and lifted the curse. Newt lay on the floor, panting and trembling as the after-effects of the torture curse still flowed through his system. "What shall we do next?" Grindelwald taunted, glaring down at Newt with a look that promised a whole lot of misery. Newt's vision was blurry, but he did his utmost best to keep his focus. If he didn't act now it would surely be the end of him.

Grindelwald obviously did not expect Newt's next move, or he just believed Newt was already beaten. With the last of his strength, Newt tightened the grip on his wand and rolled himself onto his back, ignoring his painfully protesting wounds.

Now with an unobstructed line of fire, Newt bellowed his curse."Reducto!" It knocked Grindelwald clean off his feet, throwing him to the ground a few metres across the room. "Expelliarmus!" Newt quickly disarmed Grindelwald before the wizard could even think of another curse to cast. With another flick of his wand Newt made ropes appear which tightly bound Grindelwald and left him unable to move.

"Newt?" The familiar voice of Albus Dumbledore was heard only faintly from outside, but to Newt it was the sound of saviour. "In here," Newt answered. He suddenly became aware how weak his own voice sounded. Black spots blurred his vision all of a sudden, and the world swam around him. He firmly closed his eyes, willing the unpleasant sensation to pass. It only got worse, though, and Newt had to grab hold of a nearby desk to keep himself on his feet.

"Newt?"

He startled to hear a voice from so close by and hands suddenly resting on his shoulders. Newt opened his eyes. The blurry shape of Albus Dumbledore, standing in front of him, slowly came into focus. "Professor?" "You don't look too good, Newt." Concern was written all over Dumbledore's face and laced in his voice. "I– I'm f-fine…" Newt hadn't even fully finished his sentence when his legs would no longer support his weight. Dumbledore caught him by the armpits before he could fully collapse, and guided him to sit down on the rubble-strewn floor. "I got you, take it easy now."

Blood stained Dumbledore's hands as he released his grip on Newt. He carefully pulled Newt's coat a little aside to reveal the wounds to the magizoologist's chest. Dumbledore's brow furrowed into a concerned frown. "This looks serious, Newt. You injured your back as well?" Newt nodded weakly, but did not find the strength to answer with words. "We need to wait for Ministry officials to take him away." Dumbledore motioned over his shoulder to Grindelwald. "But then I'm going to take you to have those wounds treated, okay?" "It's not looking good, is it?" Newt wasn't able to keep the tremble and the hint of fear out of his voice. Dumbledore gave him a reassuring smile. "You'll be fine, Newt."

They had to wait for at least another 15 minutes for the Ministry officials to arrive. Newt remained sitting on the floor. Even just breathing hurt him, and he was still losing blood. All his muscles hurt with the after effects of the Cruciatus Curse, and suddenly he felt cold as ice. Altogether, Newt knew his condition was deteriorating fast now, but he just had to hold on for a little while longer.

Dumbledore stood leaning against the desk in the room, hands buried deep in his trouser pockets and his gaze directed down at his own shoes. His eyes often darted in Newt's direction, but not once did he acknowledge that Grindelwald was in the room, too. Grindelwald, on the other hand, was glaring at Dumbledore. The ropes Newt had conjured were still binding him tightly and made it impossible for him to move. Several times it looked as if Grindelwald would speak to try and provoke Dumbledore, but he never actually did.

Voices from outside announced the arrival of the Ministry officials. Within seconds the room was filled with at least a dozen Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. Dumbledore hurriedly spoke to one of the Aurors, while the rest safely incarcerated Grindelwald and inspected the rest of the house for other possible threats.

"We need you to come with us to the Ministry, Dumbledore," the Auror with whom Dumbledore had spoken suddenly said. "No." Dumbledore shook his head. His tone was friendly, but final. "I have more urgent obligations at the moment, and I'm sure the Ministry can handle this alone." The Auror looked ready to protest, but Dumbledore had already turned his attention to Newt.

"Come on, we need to have you looked at." Dumbledore rested a hand on Newt's forearm. "Merlin's beard, you feel like a popsicle." He shook off his coat and carefully draped it across Newt's shoulders for extra warmth. "Thank you," Newt mumbled. He only now realised he was the 'more urgent obligation' Dumbledore had to attend to. "Where are we going?" "The only place that is always safe," Dumbledore winked, before moving away to collect his things.

Newt slowly hoisted himself up onto his feet by the desk. He felt even worse than before, and his exertions did not improve the pain much either. As soon as he stood, he was in immediate danger of collapsing again. Vertigo hit him like a sledgehammer, and he swayed ominously on his feet.

Dumbledore caught up on the situation, hurrying over to Newt's side again. "That's not such a good idea." He slung an arm around Newt's waist for support. Newt stammered some objections, feeling slightly embarrassed. "I won't have it, Newt." Dumbledore shook his head. "You are coming with me, whether you like it or not."