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Featuring: Bunny!Newt, Kitty!Tina, Kitty!Queenie & Hamster!Jacob

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nepenthe - m.

⊰ 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴                    𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦                       𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 ⊱

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⤷ summary: Proceeding the encounter with Grindelwald in Paris, Newt goes seaward on a secret mission for Dumbledore when his ship is caught in a storm...

✧ word count: 11.2k ✧ pairing: newt scamander | siren!reader ✧ genre: romance, slow burn, angst, adventure ✧ warnings: depictions of violence and death ✧ author’s note:  Who updates after nearly five years? Me. I do. Anywayy, feel free to comment or send me feedback via my ask box, I love hearing from you all. Hopefully, it will encourage me to finish this series. That being said, I hope you enjoy!

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Sailing the seas was one of the many things that Newt was an expert at. He had sailed many boats and ships during his time abroad. Big boats, tiny boats, row boats, and sailboats, you name it and he’s manned it. He enjoyed the seas, it was the most fascinating feature of Earth to him. It was a vast expansion of salty water that covered seventy percent of the Earth and was home to more than half of its creatures—most of which have yet to be discovered. While most feared the ocean, he embraced it. He wished that Jacob felt the same. 

Jacob had a hard time adjusting to life a sea. While Newt kept his friend’s seasickness at bay, his preexisting fears still lingered. Jacob was no help when it came to sailing. He was far too clumsy and anxious to work under Uluras’s command. His talents lied elsewhere, elsewhere being the ship’s kitchen. Jacob spent most of his time down there, cooking and baking meals and treats for everyone to eat. Newt suspected it was therapeutic for him; in more ways than one. Either way, he was glad to see Jacob active and committed. 

They sailed smoothly for three days. In those days, Uluras took a liking to Newt, taking him under his wing. They often shared stories with one another, Newt telling of his adventures around the world, and Uluras proudly spoke of tales from his mother country. There were times where Newt would get him to talk about Dumbledore and how they new each other when they were both young men, but nothing too personal. All Newt could gather was that Dumbledore’s family and his were close and that he owes them a great debt. 

Even now, on what Uluras revealed to be their last night aboard the ship, they all sat on deck eating the supper Jacob and Niris prepared sharing entertaining stories of how they spent their time in school. Newt stayed quiet for the most part, content with listening to Jacob’s tall tales and Niris’s trouble making. Even Uluras had a thing or two to share about his days as a wryly teen. 

Under the night sky the sea glittered and shined. The sea was calm, the water gently lapped at the sides of the ship, and, if you listened close enough, you could hear the fin whales singing in the distance. It was a rather peaceful night, the most peaceful night they’ve had while on board. 

Newt sat in comfortable silence as the others laughed heartily at a story Jacob had finished telling. They’d finished their meals, and turned to drinking rice wine to further fill their stomachs. Newt rather disliked the alcoholic drink, as he did all alcoholic drinks, but he still sipped the contents of his mug ever so often to blend in. 

It wasn’t long before everyone grew tired. They had a long day ahead of them and would need all the sleep they could get. Niris was the first to retire to his nook. Jacob followed soon after, taking the mugs and plates back into the kitchen, claiming he would deal with them in the morning. Truthfully, Newt was rather exhausted himself. He could feel the weight of his tiredness pulling at his eyelids, but the ticking ambush of questions that still swelled in the back of his head wouldn’t let him rest. 

Uluras had moved to the forecastle deck. His hand still clutched around a mug of wine as he stared up at the sky, sipping peacefully. Newt was unsure if he should disturb him. 

“Ya just gonna stand there watchin’ me or ya gonna speak what’s on your mind?” Uluras spoke with his back still turned. 

Newt straightened his posture, flustered. He climbed up the steps and onto the deck to stand at Uluras’s side. The wind lapped around them. Uluras kept his gaze forward, barely acknowledging Newt’s presence. Newt, feeling displaced, did the same. He looked at the night horizon, watching the bow of the ship cut through the waves with ease. 

“I was thinking about tomorrow,�� Newt confessed after a brief silence. “I’m still unsure of what exactly I am to do when we reach Italy. It’s not as if Dumbledore gave me instructions.”

Uluras huffed through his nose. “No need for instructions. What you need is a name,” he said.

Newt furrowed his brows. “A name?”

Uluras turned his head towards Newt. “In the mornin’, ‘round noon, we will dock in Naples. There you must find a woman named Reinette.”

“Reinette?” Newt repeated. “Who’s Reinette?”

“Reinette is a talented witch with the gift of seeing. Her gift has given her the advantage of knowin’ many things. When you get there you must find her.”

“How do you suppose I do that?”

“It’s been a while, but I’m sure she hasn’t left. When I knew her well she worked in a pub. What was it called?” Uluras pursed his lips in thought, snapping his fingers as he muttered different names. “La Belladonna? No. It was Il Basalisc, I think... or maybe it was... It was somethin’ with a B.”

The older man sucked his teeth and sighed. “Just ask around for Reinette. I’m sure a local will be able to point you in the right direction. It's not like she keeps a low profile.” He rolled his eyes, turning around to walk back down the stairs. 

Newt wasn’t sure he understood what Uluras meant by that, but he took the new information gladly. It was better than nothing. 

“You should rest, Scamander.” Newt turned on his heels to look down at Uluras on the deck. “This mission that Dumbledore’s got you wrapped up in...It all starts there. An’ you’ll be needing all the rest you can get.” 

Newt nodded in an unconfident manner. Uluras, having drunken himself into lethargy, dissapeared into his quarters for the night, leaving Newt alone on deck.

 He didn’t get any sleep that night.

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Newt was inside his case laying on his cot staring up at the ceiling deep in his own thoughts when Jacob came descending down the ladder. He jumped from the ladder a few feet from the floor, landing with a thud. He turned to look down at his friend.

“Did you sleep in here?” Jacob asked. Newt shook his head. Jacob sighed, looking around the shack. His eyes caught sight of a strange creature similar to a hummingbird in the way its wings flapped incessantly, though it was double its size and had a long beak that curled into itself. It stared back at him through the window above Newt’s cot and flew away soon after. 

“I didn’t know you brought all your animals with you.”

Newt sat up in his bed. “I didn’t. Well, not all of them. Just the ones that needed my attention. Bunty’s caring for the rest back home,” said Newt.

Jacob nodded, dropping the subject. “Uluras told me to come get ya. Yeah, he says that we’ll be docking soon.”

Newt's eyes widened. “Is it noon already?”

“Fifteen minutes after,” Jacob told him. “Sorry I didn't come to get you sooner but I was late waking up myself. That wine can really put you out.” He chuckled as he rubbed his aching belly. 

Newt stood to his feet and walked to his work station. He pulled a small black box from a drawer and opened it. inside was an assortment of small potion bottles. Some were filled with liquid and others with herbs and one with something that moved. Jacob scrunched his nose in disgust. 

Newt picked up a couple of bottles, carefully reading the labels before finding the one he was searching for. He held it in his hand as he placed the lid back onto the box and stuffed it back into the drawer. He walked back to Jacob and held out the bottle filled with an herb that looked like plant roots. 

“Chew on these. They’ll help your stomach settle.”

Jacob took the bottle kindly and without question. “Thanks.”

Newt flashed him a small smile, before brushing past to climb up the ladder. Stepping from his case, Newt helped his friend by taking his hand and pulling him out. The two men quickly packed their things, ensuring everything was in order before ascending to the deck. 

The sun hung high in the air. The call of seagulls accompanied the musicality of wind lapping at sails and waves crashing into the sides of the ship. The pesky birds circled the ship in hopes of finding food, or perhaps they just wanted someplace to rest their wings. Either way, their presence was welcomed, for it meant that land was near. 

Newt and Jacob made their way to the ship’s railing. They looked ahead to see the evidence: the costal city of Naples flaunting its beautiful landscape. Jacob smiled, openly expressing his excitement. Wether he was excited to venture to a new land or because he was finally getting off the boat was unclear. Maybe it was a bit of both. Either way, when the ship finally docked, Jacob was the first to step off after giving goodbyes to Niris and Uluras. 

The dock was lively with passersby. It was a trading dock meant for the import of magical goods. It was tucked away and hidden by enchantments to mask its presence on the shoreline of an abandoned beach. On the harbor, sellers peddled their goods, high in stock of all the magical goods not native to Italy.

Uluras and Niris stood at the opening to the gangway. Newt with his head bowed, reached in his coat pocket for the pouch Dumbledore had given him, handing it to the old man. Uluras saw the gold flashing in the pouch and placed his hand over it pushing it back into Newt’s chest. 

“Keep your money, Mr. Scamander,” he said. “You’ll be needing it where you’re headed.”

Newt nodded. He thanked Uluras and Niris for their kindness and guidance. The young wizard descended down the gangway joining his friends side as he assessed his foreign surroundings. 

Jacob placed a hand on Newt’s shoulder. “You know what you’re doing?”

Newt’s eyes flew up to Uluras who gave him a nod. “In a way.”

Jacob turned to look back up at the ship that was already sailing back out to sea. He waved goodbye to the two men onboard. Niris waved his cap down at them and wished them luck on their journey.

“Don’t forget to thank Zanj Lanmè!” Uluras yelled. 

The two men waved to the angel carved onto the ship, yelling their thanks. To Newt's amusement and Jacob’s amazement, the wooden angel animated, giving them a soft smile as it waved back. His mouth fell agape as he watched the ship leave. Newt turned from the sea and pushed on, leaving behind a stunned Jacob.

“Did you see that?” He asked as he rushed to catch up. 

The harbor reminded Newt a lot of Diagon Alley, though it was considerably smaller. Besides the docks and the street peddlers, there were also shops and inns, and a lone pub. Alas, it was not the pub he hoped. Its name did not start with a B, nor did it have a B in it at all. 

Hanging above the entrance was a metal plaque that read L'amante in bronze lettering underneath an etching of a couple kissing passionately. 

“Want to grab a drink?” Jacob asked upon noticing Newt's gaze set upon the building. 

Newt had no interest in going inside. He wanted to find Reinette as soon as possible. Still, he could admit that he was venturing on this quest blind. Left on foreign terrain, he decided that it would be useful to ask around. The two men veered to the pub, pushing through the salt damaged doors. 

Upon entering, they were met with lively music and thunderous cheer. Much like Newt’s case, the pub was bigger on the inside, with many open levels that gave the appearance of a tower. Despite its overawing stature, the room was filled with warmth. It was a pleasant contrast to the cold greyscale of London. The first level of the pub was colored in hues of red, orange, and yellow. Gold glimmered in unexpected and opulent places. The dark wooded floors vibrated in reaction to the crowd of people dancing close to the stage where a live band played jazz. Scattered around the room where tables and booths, many of which were filled. Along the right side of the establishment was a bar that stretched from either side of the room. Jacob noticed it instantly and headed straight in its direction.

He took a seat on a circular stool. He blew raspberries with his lips and drummed his hands on the, frankly, sticky wood surface as he waited for a bartender. He even peaked over the counter just in case this pub was manned by a house-elf like the speakeasy Tina and Queenie had once taken them to. Newt had taken a seat next to him, placing his case on the floor by his feet. Not long after a woman came up to them on the other side of the counter. She had thick curly brown hair braided down her back and dark olive skin. She wore an orange dress complimented by a gold apron. She grabbed a wet rag from a nook behind the counter and began swabbing the counter. 

“Che cosa vuoi?” She asked, though she was not looking at them. The two men stared blankly, unable to understand. In their silence she gave in and looked straight at them, clearly irritated by their presence.  

“What do you want?” She asked again, this time in English.

“Water, please,” Newt answered for the both of them, though Jacob seemed a bit displeased by it.

She moved instantly to grab two clear glasses, filling them up with ice as a pitcher of water floated in the air to fill them. She handed them their respective glasses. “So you’re Englishmen?” 

“He’s English. I’m American,” said Jacob. “Though my mom’s mom was Italian.” He said as a matter-of-fact and smiled awkwardly in an attempt to make small conversation. The bartender, however, didn’t seem to care. 

“Welcome to Napoli,” She said dryly. “What brings you here? It must be important for you to come with the travel ban and all.”

The two shifted uncomfortable in their seats, like two children who had just been caught in a lie. 

“Do not worry,” the bartender assured them. “I will not tell. It is not my business to share.”

Jacob relaxed a little and took a sip of his cold water. Newt was still tensed. “Well,” he began, hesitant. “We are looking for someone. I was told she works in pub like this one. Perhaps you know her?”

The woman shrugged. “Maybe I do. Do you have a name?”

“Reinette.”

“Dispiace. I do not recognize the name.” She said simply, and turned away to help another customer. Newt stopped her before she got too far, still hoping she could help in some way. 

“You don’t suppose you know anyone who might? She is a seer—”

“A seer you say?” She cut in. Newt nodded.

The bartender looked beyond the two men to a waitress waiting tables on the floor. “Azura!” She called to her. The waitress lifted her head towards the direction of the bar. The bartender waved her over. “Vieni qui per favore.” 

The waitress finished serving a couple seated at a table before walking over towards the three of them and standing next to Newt, a bit closer than he’d like. “Che?”

“These men are looking for a seer. You once knew a seer, no? What was her name?”

The woman pursed her lips in thought. “Intendi, Reinette?”

“That’s her!” Jacob chimed in. “She said Reinette, right? You said Reinette?”

The waitress, Azura, frowned. “What do you want with Reinette?”

“We were hopping she could tell us that,” said Newt.

She sighed. “If it is a vision you want, she won’t give it to you. She hasn’t seen anyone in years.”

“Still,” Newt insisted. “We must find her. It’s important we see her. Please.”

“Look, whoever sent you led you in the wrong direction. Reinette left for Sicily years ago. That is all I know.”

“Sicily? As in the island? As in an island a hundred miles away from here in the middle of the Mediterranean ocean?” Jacob rubbed the sides of his temple. “That’s just great.” He held his glass up to the bartender. “I’m gonna need something a little stronger sweetheart.” The bartender rolled her eyes and reluctantly took his glass.

“Where in Sicily may we ask?” Newt pressed. The waitress thought to herself for a moment.

“Syracuse, I think. I can’t be sure.”

Newt nodded. “Thank you.”

“Prego.” As she left Jacob downed another drink. Newt stood from his seat and shifted around his coat pocket for change and placed it on the counter. 

Jacob put down his glass. “What, we’re leaving now?” 

“Yes,” said Newt as he lifted his case from the ground and maneuvered his way out of the tavern with Jacob stumbling close behind. “Right now!”

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After the pub, Newt took Jacob from the port into the city. According to Newt, they would have to find another boat that sailed to Sicily. Uluras and the Zanj Lanmè were long gone and the port they entered in was a trading port; none of the ships would take them to Sicily even if there wasn’t a travel ban. They were on their own. Italy seemed much livelier than Paris or London ever had in Jacob’s opinion. At least in the city of Naples, the people weren’t afraid of a bit fun. 

Jacob followed behind Newt in a distracted stupor, occasionally brushing shoulders with other pedestrian's and whirling his heading every witch-way to take in the sights. He tried his best to keep up with Newt’s long strides, but was halted by a young street vendor pushing delicious-smelling pastries in his face.  

“Try, you must try! Best pastries in Napoli!” The young teen pedaled. 

Jacob scrunched his nose. “What is it?”

The curly-haired boy gave Jacob an over-friendly smile and spoke excitedly.  “Panzerotti. It’s meat, cheese, an—”

“Yeah, give me that.” Jacob pulled two coins and traded it with the boy. He took the pastry and continued down the street as the boy thanked him. The young boy looked down at the two American coins. 

“EHI! Non puoi pagare con questo! Figlio di puttana, mi servono gli lire!” 

Jacob ignored the boy's fast-spilling curses and took a pleasing bite out of his treat. He spotted Newt’s distinctive coat in a small crowd surrounding a man pedaling boat tickets.

“Oh, Jacob, there you are. What’s that?”

“Panzerotti,” Jacob said with a mouth full of food. He held the wrapped pastry up to Newt. “Wanna bite?”

Newt looked down at the cheesy meat-filled delight. “No, I don’t think so.” He turned his head towards the man selling tickets and Jacob shrugged his shoulders.

“Poi ho i biglietti per la Sicilia, tremila lire ciascuno! Tremila lire a testa per la Sicilia!” 

“That’s Sicily. Yes! Yes, here!” Newt pushed through the crowd to the front with Jacob.

“How many?” Asked the ticket pedlar.

Newt held up two fingers. “Two.”

The man held out his hand. “Six thousand lire.”

Newt fished in his coat pocket and conveniently pulled out the aforementioned amount and currency. The man took it and counted for good measure before handing him two tickets. 

“It leaves tonight at seven, the red steam ship.”

Newt nods, quickly thanks the man, and dives back into the crowd. Jacob takes the last bite of his panzerotti and crumbles the paper wrapping and tosses it to the side. 

“So what, we just gonna stand around for seven hours?” Jacob asks Newt as he swallowed. Newt shrugged. He looked around in search of a place to set up and regroup. Jacob sighs, “Well we should get room or something. I’d like to sleep on a bed that doesn’t rock before I get on another ship.”

Newt and Jacob walked side by side on the street in search of an inn. As they walked, a swell of music increasingly crept closer. Not far ahead a crowd of people gathered in a large square dressed in various shades of blue, green, and white. It was a jovial communion to be sure, as there were celebrants dancing, drinking, eating and various other festival-like activities. Newt finds himself smiling at the children scampering by holding hand kites, his eyes catching sight of the rag doll tucked tightly under a little girl’s shoulder—a mermaid. Jacob was smiling too. As they looked around, they noticed lots of mermaid iconography decorated the square.

They walked slowly, hoping to immerse themselves in the festivities they unknowingly integrated themselves in. There was a small crowd of people gathered off to the side, mostly children, but also adults who stood towards the back and sides. The two foreign beholders kept to the background onlooking a puppet theatre. The children sat entranced on the ground as they watched the puppets. It seemed to a be fairy tale, some version of the little mermaid. The colorful puppets depicted a prince of sorts on a beach meeting with a mermaid. The children seemed to enjoy it, especially the young girls. 

Jacob turned his head and saw another crowd gathering on the other side of the square. There was a large circular fountain that enclosed a statue of a mermaid perched on a rock facing the sea. People gathered around and threw various things inside it, mainly coins, but also beads, flowers, and jewelry. Essentially any small pretty thing. Newt followed Jacob's eye-line to the overcrowded fountain.

Jacob gently stopped a man as he walked by. “Excuse me? You speak English?” Thankfully the man nodded. “What are they doing over there?

“They are giving offerings for la principessa sirena,” he explained quite enthusiastically.

“The mermaid princess.” Newt translates for Jacob.

Jacob side-eyed Newt. “Yeah, I got that,” he said flatly. 

The man smiled. “Sì, signore. Over a hundred years ago, the king of Naples, Joachim Murat was drunkenly wandering the cliffs when he stumbled and fell into the sea. He nearly drowned but was saved by a mermaid. The king fell in love and continued to visit la sirena for years after. Soon, they produced a child: la principessa sirena.”

Jacob pursed his lips and blew a low whistle. “Lucky guy.”

The guide laughs and shakes his head. “I would not say he is so lucky,” he says. “Eventually, his queen, Napoleon Bonaparte’s little sister, discovered his adultery, and in a jealous rage, she sent for her brother to avenge her, ordering the king’s lover and child to be killed. By the time the king got wind of the assassination, it was too late. His sirena had been murdered on the very shore he had fallen for her.”

“What happened to the kid?” asked Jacob.

“It is said she was lost to the sea,” he shrugs. “However, many years later, long after the king had died, a fisherman was caught in a storm, and he was swallowed by the waves. The storm was so powerful he should have drowned. When he woke up, he was on the shore unharmed. He returned to his village and told the townspeople he was saved by a beautiful mermaid. He believed her to be the lost princess, king Joachim’s love child. He built the sculpture in honor of her, and every year on the day he was saved, the people of Naples, Ischia, Procida, and Capri will come here with offerings for love and prosperity.”

Jacob scoffed and nudged Newt with his elbow. “Maybe we should make an offering, huh Newt?” He jokes. 

Newt flushed slightly, the fleeting image of Tina swept across his mind and tugged at his heartstrings. Jacob thanked the man and he walked away. The two men walked towards the fountain.

“What did you think of that?” Asked Jacob.

“Of what?”

“Do you think it’s true?” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder. “What the guide said about the mermaids and what not.”

Newt hummed disapprovingly. “Probably not.”

Jacob furrowed his brows, skeptical. “How come?” 

“Well there are no merpeople in the Gulf of Naples, let alone the Tyrrhenian Sea.”

“So there are mermaids,” Jacob smiled excitedly.

“Yes, there are many different species of merpeople throughout the world. There are even merpeople that exist in the Great Lakes.”

Jacob’s mouth fell open. “You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not.” Newt said matter-of-fact. 

“Well why aren't there any here in Naples? Isn’t Greece and Italy, like, the home of mermaids?” Jacob asked as he eyed the supposed mermaid princess. 

“Yes. In fact Naples was once called Partenope after a siren of Greek mythology. But sirens haven't existed in the Mediterranean for hundreds of years.” New explained.

“What happened to them?”

“No one knows for sure how or why, but it is speculated that they were hunted to extinction.”

“Oh.” Jacob’s shoulders fell slightly. They stood in silence for a moment until Jacob dived in his pocket for two simple coins. He spit on them, much to Newt’s surprise and minor disgust, and shined them with the corner of his vest. He handed one to Newt who hesitantly took it between his two fingers. 

Jacob closed his eyes for a moment, a wrinkle forming between his brows as the silence between them lingered, then kissed the coin before tossing it into the fountain bowl. 

“I was never a superstitious person. I ain’t never believed in…a higher power or anything before.” Jacob spoke carefully, and Newt could tell that this was something he needed to stay silent for and listen. “My Gran was. Church every Sunday and Wednesday, pray before every meal, before walking out the door, in the morning and before bed at night. She’d cross her chest if she saw a black cat cross the street, toss salt over her shoulders, hated anything having to do with the number thirteen and picked up every lucky penny she could find. I thought she was nuts, but y’know, that’s my Gran.”

“Then me and my brother got shipped off to France, and my Grandma snuck rosaries, prayer coins, and a rabbit’s foot— if you can believe it—into our bags. Told us to carry them on us always. Anyway, you think about stuff like that during the war. One day my brother and I was stuck in a church in France with our group waiting for reinforcements. We was laying low. We knew they was out there. They knew we was in there. It feels like you’re waiting forever when you’re like that. I was standing by a window that had been poorly boarded up when the light leaking from it cast on the floor. A dirty old franc was sitting heads up on the floor and it got me thinking of my Gran. ‘She’d pick that up’ I thought, and it made me smile for the first time in months. So, I bent down and picked it up.” Jacob sighed, and swallowed the lump forming in his throat. “Just as my fingers pick up the coin, a bullet flies right over my head and hits my brother in the chest.”

“Jacob… I’m so sorry.” Newt attempts to comfort his lamenting friend. 

“Yeah, I know,” Jacob puts a thankful hand on Newt’s shoulder. He cleared is throat to keep his voice from cracking.“I lost my brother…But picking up that franc got me home. Got me one last year with my Gran before she passed. Made me chase my dream of opening a bakery. Then I met you, my best friend. I learned about a whole new magical world I couldn’t even dream of. And I met the most beautiful, crazy, talented witch who also happens to be the love of my life. Now she’s gone. I don’t know what we’re doing here. I don’t know what’s going on. All I know is I need all the luck I can get to get my girl back. So, sometimes I throw a coin in a fountain and hope that something—God, Fate,” he chuckled and lazily gestured to the statue. “Or a mermaid princess—anything—will listen.”

Newt squeezes Jacob’s shoulder. “She will, Jacob.” 

Jacob forced a smile. He gestured to the coin still in Newt’s hand. “You should too. For Tina.”

Tina. Newt’s nervous system went haywire at the very mention of her name. There was a moment when he and Tina finally connected on a deep level, when there hearts perhaps started to beat at the same rhythm after being off key for so long. But it seems every time they take a step forward something happens to push them back, whether it’s a misunderstanding, her work as an auror, the estrangement of a sister, or the loss of an old friend…an old love. 

All newt wanted was to feel right. Nothing felt right, not in his personal life or in the world. Everything has gone sideways from the moment Dumbledore sent him to New York. If he spent a moment with an unoccupied mind he’d become overwhelmed with all he endured. In truth, that’s partially why he took Dumbledore up on this secret, ambiguous mission. The months he and Jacob had been mulling about were dreary to say the least. His beasts and Bunty kept him somewhat busy but not busy enough. At least the mission would help combat the off-ness he was battling ever since Paris. 

Something right, he thought, and tossed the coin into the fountain. Jacob gave Newt a few hefty pats on the back and the two stepped back into the cobblestone street in search of a place to rest. 

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“Jacob wake up.”

Jacob jolts awake as Newt gently shakes his shoulder. It was sunset, and the sky had turned into shades of orange and purple. 

“The ship leaves in an hour. We should head there now.” Newt says as he buttons his vest.

Jacob gives a lethargic nod and groan as he sits up in the bed. They’d found a muggle pub that had beds available upstairs. Newt had made a comment about it being similar to a wizard pub called The Leaky Cauldron in London. The moment Jacob laid on the bed sleep took over and his snores filled the room. Newt wasn’t tired, surprisingly, and stayed awake. He minded his case, giving Jacob and himself deserved silence. Newt had managed to do a considerable amount of work in the gap of time. He was worried about the niffler pups. Wily creatures as they were, prone to sickness were they also. The mother had passed after birth, leaving Teddy too depressed to nurture the litter on his own, the poor sod. Newt and Bunty did their best to nurse them with mooncalf milk, but it isn’t filled with the same antibodies the pups would need to build their immune systems fast. One of the pups had caught a nasty infection that Newt had been treating. Anyone else wouldn’t notice by how adamant she was at chasing around after her littermates. Newt made use of his time to treat and care for her and any other creatures he brought with him. Yet, by the time he’d finished, he wished he had at least tried to rest like Jacob suggested.

“Did you get any sleep?” Jacob asked groggily, noticing the dark circles around Newt’s eyes. 

“I’ll sleep on the ship tonight.” Newt assured, though he convinced no one. Sleep hadn’t been his nightly companion for a while, and it was starting to show. Jacob only hummed in response as he put his jacket over his shoulders. The two walk to the port where the red steamship was boarding passengers to Sicily. Getting there and getting on took about an hour, but once on the ship, they found their cabin and waited for the ship to push off. 

Jacob sat on the bed across from Newt. “So this Dumbledore guy is sending you to Sicily to get palm reading or something?” Jacob asked after a small moment of silence. 

“A seer can do a lot more than palm reading, Jacob.” Newt chided. “A seer can prophecy the future. Predict fates. Deliver omens.”

“Like we need any more omens,” Jacob muttered bitterly. 

Newt sighed through his nose. “I don’t know why we’re going to Sicily, Jacob,” he admitted. “I don’t know the seer we’re supposed to find, and I don’t know what she will tell us once we get there…if she’s there… Truth is, I don’t know much of anything anymore, Jacob. I haven’t since—”

“I know,” Jacob said softly. 

“But I couldn’t just sit around feeling sorry for myself anymore. Not while Theseus and Tina are off Merlin knows where…not after Leta...” Newt picked at the skin of his fingernails. It’d become a habit of his, and now his fingers were rough and jagged from frayed hang nails, picked raw and often bleeding. Jacob’s sorrowful expression only made Newt feel more microscopic. How frustrating. “Whatever this is about, I’m sure we’ll know soon. Dumbledore loves being cryptic, but it’s not without reason.” He ended simply. 

Jacob nodded, eyeing his friend closely. He opened his mouth to say something, but a second thought closed his mouth for him. “No matter what, I trust you Newt,” he said instead. “This Grindelwald…He’s got to be stopped. I’m with you.”

Newt looked up from his hands to see Jacob holding a comforting smile across his face; one he couldn’t help but return. Just then, they heard the ship’s horn blare. The ship jolted forward, and Jacob rocked back into his bed. He screwed his eyes shut and held on to the metal bars of the bed frame. “Oh, God. Newt, you got anymore of that seasickness potion…stuff?”

Newt let out a humorous chuff and nodded. He placed his suitcase on the floor between them, opened it, and stepped inside to retrieve the potion for Jacob. 

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Newt sat on the grass of the kelpie enclosure watching as the magnificent creature swam about freely. A few of the niffler pups were sleeping soundly in his lap. He stroked their fur absentmindedly while deep in thought. He thought mostly about he’d get to Syracuse. The ship most likely wouldn’t take them directly there, and would instead stop on the opposite side of the island. The travel ban made things rather difficult in times like this. It was mildly hilarious the Ministry lifted his personal travel ban after his assist in Paris only for the International Confederation to implement one on the entire wizarding world. Of course he understood why. It would ultimately help single out Grindelwald and his acolytes, as they were sure to not stay put in one area for long. Any unauthorized travel would immediately be flagged by aurors to investigate. But Dumbledore, often not in alignment with the wishes of those in power, had his own agendas and operations to conduct that would not be executed by the Ministry even if he asked. So, naturally everything Newt is doing is unsanctioned and therefore illegal. Drawing any attention to himself will endanger the mission. There is no doubt the Ministry already know he’s no longer in England. Theseus definitely knows by now, he thought. 

Theseus checked in on Newt every week since Paris. Often after he’d drunk himself to lunacy. He’d come by, overly-affectionate and smelling of fire whiskey. Newt would make him something to eat while Theseus talked about things he didn’t care about until he finally divulges the latest inner workings of the Ministry and the investigation with Grindelwald. Then he’d get sad about Leta and cry, eventually passing out on his couch. He was happy to be there for his brother the first few times he stumbled up his stoop, but after a while it just got embarrassingly sad, and it didn’t help with his own melancholy.  Theseus probably tried to visit not long after he and Jacob already left. Bunty most likely answered the door and gave him the latest update without divulging his whereabouts. Theseus would be upset to be sure, but his loyalty and trust in Dumbledore will keep him and the Ministry out of it until need be. Best not give them a reason to, though.

They could easily track him down if he used certain magic transportation such as apparition; he was, unfortunately, a wizard of interest, thusly under persistent watch. Though, he couldn’t apparate to Syracuse even if he wanted to, as he’d never been before. Besides, even if he had, he’d never apparated such a significant distance; and with Jacob in tow, so much could go wrong. He’d hate to be the reason Jacob got splinched, or worse. The best way would be through the floo network. It’s hard to track individuals through it. Finding it would be the hardest part. He wasn’t familiar with the network outside of Britain, but if he could find a wizard town, he could find the floo network. A small smile curled the corners of his mouth. Jacob hadn’t used the floo network before. It’d be fun to watch him try it for the first time. 

Rising to his feet, he carefully collected the sleeping niffler pups in his hand and walked them to their den. Teddy was there, lazying about in his hole as he so often did since his mate passed. He placed the pups in their respective holes and gave Teddy a soft pet on his back. He new all too well how he felt. 

He walked back to the shed to sit on his cot. His eyes were heavy from their lack of rest, prominent bags hung underneath his brilliant hazel orbs. He laid on his back, fluffing and tucking the pillow under his head. He stared at the ceiling for a while, still unable to settle his brain. If his mind settled for even a moment, granting him momentary peace, some thought or image would shock his nervous system awake. He tossed and turned, eventually landing on his side facing his work bench. His eyes drifted up to the pictures framed on its surface. One picture was of Tina, a picture she had sent him a few months ago. She looked brilliant. She had her hair parted to the side and curled. She smiled sweetly, her image swayed awkwardly from side to side, laughing at her own shyness. It’d been a while since he’d gotten a letter from her. Partially his fault, he knew. He wasn’t the most engaging penpal, not lately. 

But beyond his own faults, he knew her focus was on the rescue of her sister. He wanted to write. Merlin, did he want to tell her so much. But every time he tried to put quill to paper he was left with ink blots. His eyes drifted to the picture hanging above Tina’s on the wall. Leta. Newt’s heart ached at her image. Every time he looked at it he was transported back to the night she died. The tears in her eyes, the scared look on her delicate face, the last words she spoke…

A sudden jolt shook Newt from his thoughts. Dust fell from the ceiling and the light fixture above him swayed. Newt furrowed his brows. A loud, heavy, crashing sound came from outside the case, and Newt sat up in his cot. An earthquake like rumble shook the case, sending the beasts inside in a frenzy. Newt’s head whipped around to the workbench as vials, books, and tools started crashing to the ground. He jumped from his cot to catch Tina’s picture before it fell to the ground, only to hear the sound of shattering glass as Leta’s picture fell from the wall and onto the floor. Newt didn’t have time to bend down to retrieve the photo before the hatch of his case swung open. 

“NEWT!” Jacob sounded frantic and terrified. “NEWT WE GOT A PROBLEM, GET UP HERE!”

Newt quickly dressed himself and tucked Tina’s picture frame into his coat pocket. He climbed up the latter with haste and took Jacobs outstretched hand once he reached the top. Jacob pulled him out of the case and held him by his sleeves. The ship was rocking dangerously. Outside their cabin an attendant was yelling for passengers to stay calm. A clap of thunder sounded after a near blinding flash of lightning filled the cabin. Rain poured and smacked heavily against the ships metal, creating a consistent drumming. The ship was smack in the middle of a raging storm, and while the muggle crew tried to keep things calm and orderly, assuring the passengers that everything would be fine, Jacob and Newt knew better; because they both could tell it was no ordinary storm. Newt looked out the porthole to see rough sees and black skies. Another flash of lightning and Newt could see the swirling pattern of a magic-made storm in the rolling clouds. 

“I was resting and the storm came out of nowhere,” said Jacob. “One minute calm seas, the next I’m hearin’ buckets of rain and thunder—the ship rocked so hard I fell out of the bed!”

Newt quickly packed up his case and opened the cabin door, jumping back when an attendant rushed by him in a panic. The young man looked over his shoulder to Newt. “Please, remain in your cabin! Everything is fine!” He ordered, though he was less than convincing. He didn't even check to make sure Newt went back inside before running off and disappearing around the corner. Wand in hand, Newt started in the opposite direction towards the front of the ship. Jacob followed close behind, nearly tripping up the steps attempting to follow Newt’s gazelle-like strides. 

The two men could barely keep their eyes open once on deck. The wind howled like a banshee in their ears. Their clothes were drenched within seconds, and the barren deck floors were practically flooded with water. “WHAT IS THIS NEWT?” Jacob yelled over the sound of puffing wind and rain. 

Newt looked around, searching as best he could through squinted eyes for the source of the storm. “IT’S GRINDELWALD!” Newt shouted. “SOMETHING MUST’VE HAPPENED. HE KNOWS WE’RE HERE, HE’S SENT THEM TO STOP US!”

“WHO?”

One by one, members of The Alliance apparated onto the deck, surrounding them. 

“Them…” said Newt darkly.

“A bit far from home, no, Mr. Scamander?” One of the acolytes taunted. Newt recognized him from Paris.

“Give us the case and we’ll be on our way!” A dark witch laughed.

Newt clutched his case tightly and hid it behind his legs, protectively raising his wand. His case? Why on Earth would they want his case?

“The relic is all we want. Give it to us and we’ll leave you and your muggle pet alone.” Jacob glared at the wizard who bestowed the offensive moniker. Newt furrowed his brows, but kept his mouth shut. 

“HEY!”

Several heads turn to look at one of the crewmen perched behind the bannister of the second level. He peered down at them and flailed his arms about. “CHE DIAVOLO STAI FACENDO? GET BACK INSIDE!”

“AVADA KEDAVRA!” 

A green beam shot from one of the acolyte’s wand and struck the crewman in the chest. His body fell limp instantly, completely robbed of life. His limp form fell over the railing and onto the lower deck floor with a horrendous thud. His limbs sprawled out like a rag doll. Jacob yelled in horror as he stared at the corpse only feet away from him. Newt retaliated, casting a disarming spell and sending the dark wizard’s wand flying. Probably not the best idea. 

A flurry of light from casted spells bombarded Newt, who protected himself and Jacob with a shield. As Newt was blocking dark spells, a wizard apparated between him and Jacob, taking a bold dive for his case. Newt evaded them and took a page out of Jacob’s defensive tactics; he swung the heavy leather case high enough to strike it across their face. The pilferer fell to the floor hard with a splash. Newt took Jacob’s hand and pulled him along as he ran back towards the cabins. Jacob ducked down as Newt expertly blocked every spell that came their way. Seven against one, and Newt was holding his own well enough to keep them both alive. A witch with stringy brown hair cackled and pointed her wand high in the air. The sky above them roared with thunder and a bolt of lightning shot down to her wand. She redirected the lighting and struck the ground with it in Newt’s path. The lighting missed him by an inch, singeing the ends of his curls. The impact sent him flying to the ground and had him lose his grip on both Jacob and the case, dispersing them both away from him. 

Jacob slid back into a bench. The case slid a few feet away, halfway between himself and the brown-haired witch. Seeing an opportunity, the witch cast a summoning spell, pulling the case towards her. Newt acted quickly, his instincts acting faster than his brain could catch up. With a flick of his wand, he cast a spell that seized control of the toiling ship. 

“JACOB HOLD ON!” He warned his defenseless friend. Jacob heeded his words and found the leg of the bench bolted to the floor. He closed his eyes and hooked his arm around it tightly, muttering a silent prayer. 

The ship was already treading rocky seas due to the storm, but with Newt’s spell the waves reached new heights. A large wave formed at his command and pushed the ship side-ways, causing it to tilt steeply. One by one the black-clad wizards lost their balance, falling hard and sliding across the slick floor beneath them. The witch lost her footing and focus, crashing to the ground and hitting her jaw firm on the ground as she slipped forward, unable to brace herself properly. As Newts body slid backwards, the case started sliding at speed down to the ships railing. He angled his body in a way to slide towards his case. 

He outstretched his hand and braced himself. “ACCIO!” He summoned the case swiftly into his hand.

Using his wand, he held it like a stake and used a spell to fix it to the floor. It fused to the wood floor, and his tight grip around it kept him from sliding further as the ship continued to tilt. A few of the wizards slid by him, struggling to keep themselves from slipping. One had used a spell to fuse their feet to the ground and tried holding their comrades hand to keep them from falling. But their hands were too slick from the rain and they let go of each other’s grip sending the unfortunate one sliding down to the ship’s railing. He scrambled for something to get a hold of, but ultimately failed, and Newt watched as he flew by him and off the side of the ship into the raging water. 

Newt looked around until his eyes fell on Jacob, who had managed to stay on board. As the ship started to tilt back into it’s centered position, Newt began crawling towards him. Some stray spells were cast at him as he army crawled, but each one missed, scorching the floor around him. When he reached Jacob he grabbed the fabric of his coat in instantly apparated them back into the halls of the ship. Their bodies fell onto the floor of the hall in a wet heap. 

Inside was pandemonium. Below deck, the passengers and crewmen of the ship were running around like chickens without heads. People rushed and pushed by Newt and Jacob, completely unaware of their sudden appearance in the hall. They yelled and screamed, rushing in and out of cabins with cases and life vests. The crewmen were attempting to urge them back inside, but the passengers were adamant on securing life vests and escaping up to life boats in a panic. Newt helped Jacob up to his feet and held his arm while dragging him through the bustling halls. 

A familiar swishing sound came from behind them and they whirled their heads to see one of the acolytes apparate into the hall. Jacob spilled a curse from his mouth as the acolyte spotted them through the chaos. “Go, go go go!” He rushed, pushing Newt forward and following quickly behind. 

They rounded the corner, pushing past scrambling persons and searching for a way out or a place to hide. The ship rocked dangerously and the lights flickered in regular intervals. Behind them the acolyte stalked them, evading and pushing anyone who got in his way. Eventually another joined him, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. “Where’re we going Newt?” Jacob asked, his voice wavering in fear.

Newt didn’t answer, his focus solely on his surroundings as he searched for some quick exit. Ahead at the end of the hall he caught sight if a door to their right, a staff door to be sure, that led to the boilers. Picking up the pace Newt headed for the boiler. Behind them, the frustrated acolytes got bombarded by a frantic passenger. He came up to one of them and tried to pull them back towards the front of the ship, yelling in Italian. The poor man was cast with the killing curse, his body falling limp on top of the acolyte. Jacob watched in horror as he kept behind Newt. The acolyte threw the mans heavy body to the ground and started in a jog after them. “Newt!” Jacob warned, and Newt looked back to see their trackers rushing for them. 

The two men started in a sprint down the hall. An offensive spell hit above their head, setting off sprinkles inside the hall. Newt pointed his wand in no particular direction over his shoulder, pushing one of the acolytes back several feet. He pressed down on Jacob’s shoulder, helping him duck under another spell that set the light fixture aflame. Catching an idea, Newt cast a spell to break the lights in the hall. One by one the lights sparked and burst, darkening the hall until it was completely black. They used the cover of the dark to rush behind the staff door and Newt cast a spell to keep it locked. The steel door protected them from the offensive cast propelled at it and after a few rattling bangs, the spells stopped. Jacob breathed out a sigh of relief and clutched his beating chest. 

“Newt,” Jacob called between heavy breaths.

“Yes?” Newt answered through his own labored inhales.

“Don’t ever invite me on vacation again.”

Newt let out an airy chuckle and nodded. He rest his head against the cool steel door and stood in stillness to catch his breath. Jacob took in their dark surroundings, loosening his wet collar that stuck to his damp skin. It was warmer in this hall of the ship than the rest. 

“So what now?” Jacob asked helplessly. 

Newt swallowed and opened his eyes. There was a ladder that defended down deeper into the ship. He jutted his head in it’s direction for Jacob to see. “Down.”

He and Jacob walked to the ladder and descended several feet. Their feet planted on a metal walkway. Newt leads, following the signs that lead to the boiler room. Newt knew they couldn’t hide in the ship forever, not with six acolytes after them. He just needed time to think of a way out of this. He could keep fighting? No. He’d be putting the people on the ship in even more danger. The muggles shouldn’t have to suffer any more because of him. The heat of the boiler room increased the deeper they went. When they reached the furnaces, the water on their skin had evaporated and been replaced with sweat. Newt clenched his jaw. Somehow Grindelwald and his acolytes knew where he was and where he was going. He needed to figure out how to get him and Jacob safely off the ship in a way they cant track him. 

Apparition was out of the question. He was too far from anything familiar, and he barely knew the surroundings and locations of Naples to apparate back without risking splinching. Newt squeezed the handle of his suitcase. He could only think of one way out, and it was mad. Jacob wasn’t going to like it. Not one bit.

They needed to get to the deck again. If they could hide among the chaos, the acolytes wouldn’t be able to find them and they could escape unnoticed. By the time they’d realize they had escaped, it would be too late. The back of the ship would be best. There’d be fewer muggles as most of them would be arguing amongst themselves on the main deck where the greater portion of the life boats resided. Newt followed the signs that read ‘aft’.

There were just over half a hundred men yelling and rushing in the boiler room they hardly noticed Newt and Jacob as the pushed through. One worker grabbed Newt by the arm and started yelling at him in Italian whilst point back towards the front of the ship, no doubt urging them to get out of their way and back to the passengers’ cabins. Newt apologized, ignoring his instructions and freeing himself from his grip to continue towards the back of the ship. He could see the exit up when a dark, cloaked figure emerged from behind one of the furnaces. Newt stopped in his tracks and held out and arm to block Jacob. Flanking them on either side were two others similarly uniformed assailants. More of the boiler room workers noticed and surrounded them at this point. They were all yelling at them to leave, frustrated and cursing in both English and Italian, only to be ignored.

Newt’s eyes trailed down at the wand in the acolytes hand ahead of him. He stood still, waiting to see who would make the first move, keeping the others in his periphery, ready to catch and retaliate against any sudden movement. It was the witch to his left that moved first. She cast a spell at him, but he dove for the ground just in time, pulling Jacob down with him. The cast flew over their heads and hit the wizard on their right, sending him flying into a wall of scorching pipes. He let out a blood curling scream. The workers, terrified, fled the area, climbing up stairs and ladders to the upper decks.

“Expelliarmus!” Newt sent the witch’s wand flying into one of the open furnaces. A raging fire exploded in the furnace, and Newt used his arms to protect his face from the heat of the flames. The flames flashed various colors as the magical item sparked and burned to ash.

“NO!” Screamed the powerless witch. She furiously started for Newt, sprinting with her arms out stretched to grab him. He leapt to his feet and pointed his wand to a nearby mound of coal. He quickly cast a charm to send them flying in her direction. She attempted to evade them, but stopped in her tracks as hundreds of coal rocks pelted her at high speed. She shrieked and covered her face as she stumbled backward, eventually turning on her heels to run off and hide away. 

“NEWT!” Jacob yelled.

Suddenly, a feeling like a graphorn charging and bunting him in the stomach sent him flying back. He slid back a ways on the floor, and his mouth opened to expel a silent scream. The air had been completely knocked from his lungs, and he rolled over on his side in pain. He had a firm enough grip on his case to keep it by his side. Jacob ran towards Newt, but he only made it a few paces before he felt something pulling him back. The acolyte used a spell to summon Jacob to him. 

Jacob shouted to Newt for help, doing his best to fight against this spell, but it was like being pulled back by an automobile heading in the opposite direction. His feet slipped from under him and his body dragged along the floor towards the pale-skinned dark wizard.

Newt gulped for breath and used all his strength to grab his case and get back on his feet. Once he managed to stand somewhat upright, he faced the acolyte, who now had Jacob in his grip, wand to throat. 

“Give me the case,” he instructed. “Or your filthy muggle pet dies.”

“Newt,” Jacob’s wavering voice called out. “I know you love your creatures and all, but maybe this one time you could do what the crazy guy says, please?”

“Shut up!” The acolyte seethed. He eye’d Newt dangerously. “The case, now!”

Newt lifted his hands up in surrender. He slowly rose to his feet, slightly hunched over due to the pain in his back and side. He eyed Jacob, who struggled against the acolyte’s hold. Jacob met Newt’s eyes, and he could read by the look of them he had a plan, which did not ease his nerves. Newt gave Jacob a barely noticeable nod, and darted his eyes to the left. Jacob sighed and closed his eyes, thinking a silent prayer.

Using his foot, Newt pushes his case across the room towards the acolyte. Jacob, with all his strength, broke free from his grasp and dove to the right behind a furnace. The acolyte, satisfied, bent down to open the case. Once the lid reared back, he looked into the cavernous hole in bewildered shock. Not a moment later, a flurry of yellow, orange, and red burst from inside the case. An avian creature, similar to that of a phoenix let out unique screech as it circled the area. It was a large creature with a beautiful flaming wingspan and glowing plumage similar to that of a peacock. A firebird. The acolyte stepped back, and Newt pursed his lips to blow a melodic whistle. The firebird responded, mimicking the whistle with his song and dove fore the the acolyte. He retaliated, sending an series of attacks at the creature. The firebird, however, was swift and agile, dodging each spell. Newt then used his wand to cast a restraining spell on the acolyte, stiffening his arms at his sides. The firebird began swirling around the struggling dark wizard, and a funnel of flames emitted from its wings encasing him. He screamed in horror, unable to escape his fiery death as the firebird quickly incinerated him in it’s golden flames. 

Jacob watched, awestruck, feeling the intense heat of the tornado-like flames. A bright flare of light had both him and Newt shielding their eyes, and then—nothing. The acolyte’s screams stopped and the heat died down. They uncovered their eyes to see the firebird descend upon a pile of ash that was once a person. The creature innocently cawed in Newt’s direction as it nestled in the ashes. 

Newt rushed to his case and the bird. “Good boy,” he cooed as he stroked under the firebird’s beak with his finger. “Back in you go.”

The firebird obediently flapped its wings and flew into the air, circling a few times before barrel diving into the case. Newt closed the case and locked it, taking it by the handle and rushing to Jacob.

“Jacob, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” He asked as he helped him to his feet.

Jacob, dazed, looked past Newt and down to the pile of ash on the floor. “You’re a little scary, you know that?”

Newt chuckled humorlessly. “Come on, let’s go.”

The two men headed towards the boiler room exit. The inside of the ship was practically barren. A few muggles littered the halls or kept themselves locked in their cabins, but the majority had escaped to the deck. They managed to get to the back of the ship undetected, once again opening a steel door to step into the storm. They trudged to ships the railing and gripped it tight to keep steady. Newt looked over the railing down to the black abyss below. He could hear the angry seawaters lapping at the sides of the ship and for a second he hesitated executing his mad plan. Jacob, concerned by the expression on Newt’s face, and the fact that he was looking so intently at the water below, spoke up. 

“Newt? What are you planning?” He asked, afraid to hear the answer that might confirm his fears. 

Newt looked at Jacob, a sorry look in his eyes. “Do you trust me Jacob?”

Jacob furrowed his brows. “Well now I’m not so sure!”

Ignoring Jacob’s doubt, Newt stepped several paces back, set his case down, and opened it. From it he summoned the kelpie. The great creature leapt from the bag and onto the deck, taking its favorite form of a horse. 

Jacob shook his head disapprovingly. “Oh, no. Newt, no!”

“Jacob this is the only way we get out of this safely,” Newt implored. “The kelpie is extremely adaptable it can get us away safely.”

The kelpie chuffed and stomped a hoof on the floor. Reluctantly and with mutters of protest, Jacob cautiously made his way to the kelpie, and with Newt’s help managed to climb on it’s back. Newt went back to close the case and returned to hand it to Jacob. As Jacob took the case, his eyes drifted behind Newt and grew wide. 

“NEWT LOOK OUT!”

Newt managed to step out of the way as a stray spell hit the kelpie on its backside. It reared on its hind legs and squealed, starting off at full speed to the railing of the ship.

“JACOB HOLD ON!” Newt called out. Jacob wrapped his arms around the kelpies vines. He screamed Newt’s name as the beast jumped over the railing like a hurdle and down towards the sea. 

Turning around, Newt met the enclosing wall of the remaining acolytes. They wasted no time attacking him with spells. Newt, ever the defensive, blocked and dodged most of them, occasionally redirecting spells back at them. He successfully pushed one overboard after redirecting their spell, and another he managed to use a freezing charm to encase another acolyte’s legs inside solid blocks of ice stuck to the floorboards. Desperate, a witch called down a strike of lighting and dragged it across the deck, letting it scorch through the entirety of the ship, and setting it aflame. The act caused the ship to rumble and make a terrifying sound. 

The act left them all unstable and they each fell to the ground. The floor beneath them cracked and split, opening like an egg. Newt pushed himself up by the elbows and watched as the ship tore apart. “No…”

Screams could be heard from the other side of the ship. The muggles cried in horror as the ship lit up in flames and broke beneath them. Several life boats had since been deployed, but there was still a significant left onboard struggling to get off. The acolytes disapparated one by one, seemingly finished with him. Newt was so distraught by the damage and sounds of people fearing for their lives, he didn’t notice the floor slowly giving away under him. He jumped back into his skin when the jolt of the floor breaking down beneath him made him slide towards the splitting cavern. Flipping onto his stomach, Newt army crawled in the opposite direction. He managed to make it to the side of the ship’s railing when a cable snapped from its rig and writhed about, ultimately hitting Newt in his back. The force of the heavy cable sent Newt hurdling into the sea. 

His body went into shock from the searing pain. He didn’t have the mind or time to brace his body for impact with the thrashing sea below. It was another breathtaking blow when his body it the water. The impact had him take a sharp inhale, filling his lungs with water. Newt choked and struggled for breath while his body descended deep into the sea. He desperately searched for his wand, which had slipped form his grip during the fall. A flash of lighting from above revealed the wand floating down several meters away. With desperate strength, Newt swam as fast as he could to his wand, but the burning of his lungs made it increasingly difficult. He made it only a few feet before he started to lose conscious ness. His body went limp. His limbs sprawled about and his eyes struggled to stay open. The salty water stung his eyes and the lack of oxygen turned them bloodshot red. 

He felt something slip from his chest, and from it floated his picture of Tina. He watched as the picture of Tina’s smiling face descended beneath him. Trying his best, he reached for the picture, hoping to grab it, but his attempt failed. So he watched helplessly as Tina’s photo drifted to the bottom of the sea, disappearing into the abyss. Newt closed his eyes and he realized he was dying. Not the way he’d imagined it would happen. He never presumed to live a long life, not with his life’s purpose being a magizoologist studying many dangerous magical beasts. He thought, perhaps, he would die at the hands of a nundu or a chimera. But drowning in a sea? How uninteresting. 

He was prepared, too tired to fight off death, and welcomed it to take him, when suddenly he felt something swimming around him. It was a large something. Perhaps it was Jacob with his kelpie. But if that were the case it would not be circling him as much as it was. No. The pattern felt like something was…surveying him. Opening his eyes, Newt was met with nothingness, only the vast and empty sea below. He could feel it though. Something was watching him. He knew the feeling all to well; the feeling of being hunted. 

He struggled to keep his consciousness, wanting for a glimpse. Perhaps it was nothing but a simple shark, gaging his weakness and preparing to strike. What did it matter? He thought. He prepared for the strike, or for his consciousness to finally give way, but it never came. Newt gave away his last moments of sentience to peace, and let the water comfort him.

Suddenly, there was no pain; and just when he had welcomed the will to let go, he felt a pair of arms hook underneath his shoulders. He could feel himself being pulled up from the water. A chest, a human chest pressed against his back and powerful strokes propelled their bodies through the sea. Scales. White, iridescent scales on the end of a large fishtail swishing fervently between his legs was the last thing he saw before his vision faded to black.

              ──── ⋅ ⍤ ⋅⊰⋅∘ 〄 ∘⋅⊱⋅ ⍤ ⋅ ────

                                   ❦ 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺                      

             ──── ⋅ ⍤ ⋅⊰⋅∘ 〄 ∘⋅⊱⋅ ⍤ ⋅ ────

[kbbey]

Fantastic Beasts Cast Press Tour → 'Fantastic Beasts' Cast Sound Off On Reddit Fan Theories (x)

[madisonshoneybun]

Hello! I was wondering if you still are continuing to take fanfic request if you could possibly do one where newt and the reader are childhood friends and newt really likes the reader and is going to their house to confess his feeling to them but he is sad because they moved to New York to find a Job and after a few years newt sees the reader sitting on a bench at a park in New York but doesn’t know if that’s them because they are sitting with their back away from him so he isn’t sure if that’s really them, and they finally reunited and he confesses his feeling when the reading is working a late night shift at the department store in the first film and is about to go home oh btw if you could possibly add a bit of jealous Tina let’s say newt has kept the same necklace which he wanted to give to the reader when he wanted to confess his feeling to them when he was younger and then Tina goes into Newt’s case and finds the necklace and assumes Newt wants to give it to her so she puts it on anyway and Newt says it is not for her and she has to give the necklace back to him but at the end when she sees how happy Newt and the reader are together she is happy and accepts the fact that newt likes someone else and finds someone else to love. Omg if you do this I will be so so so happy I have just had this idea for a really long time now but honestly probably couldn’t actually write it thank you so much!

Found

Warning - none

Pairing - Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary - Newt left you and you had no idea why. He was someone you could never stop thinking about but as luck would have it, he found you. Will he leave you again? Will he be honest about how he truly feels? Or will he hurt you all over again?

A/N - Jezz it's been a long time. I remember when I was in high school, and my only hobby was writing fanfiction. I never told a soul. But here I am, now 22 and still wanting to come back and write from time to time. Though I didn't start this Tumblr account when I was in high school. I hope you like what I've written and keep sending requests and I just might write some. Might even right a few then hop off the face of the planet again. I don't know, but enjoy :)

Words - 3555

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Your most fond memories were running round the halls of Hogwarts with Newt not far behind. Sometimes you were skipping class to be with his creatures, sometimes one would escape, and you were both trying to catch it and other times, your favorite times, it was just so you could both be alone. There was a spot, under the east stairwell, where you'd hide. Newt was never one for affection but for some reason, here, with you, he'd hold your hand. Tracing his fingers over the lines on your palm almost like he was trying to read your future. You always hoped he'd be reading them to see if your futures aligned. Maybe if the maps on your palm were identical to his, it meant you were meant to be together. Like it was destiny. He'd never let you read his though, only allowing you to wrap your fingers together, intertwining them like perfect puzzle pieces. You'd lean you head on his shoulder, and he'd mumble creature facts to you, describe their beauty with hints of passion. Unicorns and fairies were in muggle stories, always the good guys and the most beautiful creatures to them. But Newt could tell you anything about any creature in the world, and you'd fall for them without caring what they looked like. Newt loved magical beasts and you loved them too.

You sat on a bench, the cold New York air biting at your skin. You didn't mind though. It reminded you of home. You'd picked up knitting a few years after graduating from Hogwarts. Both your muggle and wizard friends teased you, saying it was so boring and it was something only old people did. You liked it though, and it was always a high when you finished a piece, whether it be gloves, a hat or a scarf, it always made you so happy. Right now you were working on a scarf. You'd come up with idea of making your own version of the house scarfs at Hogwarts. You had started with your house, seeing as it was obviously superior, and worked your way through the others. Right now, you were working on the finally one. Hufflepuff. It was bittersweet. It was almost like you were pushing it off as much as you could. Every time you saw that shade of yellow, you'd be brought back to Hogwarts. To that boy with the most beautiful green eyes. To his crocked smile and its cute fluffy hair.

You smiled gently at the half-made scarf. God did you miss him. You wondered what he was doing, if he was okay, and if he still loved beast. You laughed quietly and shook your head. Of course, he does, dead or alive, he would never not love them. Even if one were to kill him, he wouldn't blame them. You heard someone chuckled behind you. It made you jump to your feet, dropping everything you were doing on the ground. Your hand flew to your back pocket, where you keep your wand, as you spun around.

Your hands fell to my sides upon seeing him. Both beautiful eyes and that fluffy hair. "Newt?"

He looked just as surprised to see you as you were of seeing him. Almost like he wasn't expecting it at all. What did he expect laughing at a random woman in the cold? A heavy sigh left your lips. "Were you just laughing at me Mr. Scamander?" You thought, seeing as you were both adults, it might be better to address him properly. You didn't have any idea on how he felt about you, if he had moved on from your friendship from school. It only felt polite to call him by his last name. He stilled and opened his mouth to speak. You could almost visually see the sweat form on his face and the color leave his eyes. "Uh no- I wasn't" He stuttered, waving his hands in the air.

You put your hands on your hips and titled your head to the side. "I jumped so hard cause I heard you laugh. Don't try to fool me." The flustered look on his face was so cute, you almost felt bad for teasing him. You weren't the same girl you were back then, growing more confident as the days went by. You wouldn't be so easily flustered by him like when you were little, but you doubt he'd even remember though moments. Or tell you about them at that. He looked just as flustered, maybe even more as he listened to you speak. It started to make you laugh and you waved a hand at him. "It's alright Scamander, I'm just teasing you. Can't handle a bit of teasing from an old friend?" His shoulders dropped, relaxing finally. For a moment, he still said nothing. Looking you up and down for a moment before finally opening his mouth to speak properly to you. "I heard you laugh and I couldn't help it. Yours is contagious." A blush crept up your neck.

He looked the same but also so different. He was taller than you now, more built, leaner. His jaw sharp, a bit longer hair, and this aura about him. He still felt a bit shy but exuded this confidence that you've never seen in him before. What had changed? How did he still feel like that kid from so long ago but I feel so mature? How stupid could I be? He's a grown man. You looked down at your items on the floor and crouched to get them. He crouched too but soon stood back up. "What are you doing here?" You sat back down, and he took a seat next to you. "I'm passing through. On my way to Arizona to release a Thunderbird I rescued from Egypt... though..." He looked down at his hands like he was ashamed. "It appears some other creatures escaped my case, so I have to find them before anything bad happens to them."

You could feel his sadness wrap around you. It felt cold and seeing him after not seeing him so long didn't erase your memories of him. His love for all magical creatures. You took his hand, like he had done to you all those times under that stairwell, and squeezed tightly. "Let me help you." His eyes moved to yours and for a moment they looked like there were stars in them. Like hearing you say that made him the happiest in the world. Like you weren't afraid or anger at him for leaving all those years ago but it soon faded. Knowing what little he knew about what was going on in this city, he never wanted to put you in danger so, like all those years ago. He pushed you away. He pulled his hand away and rose to his feet. He refused to look at you as he picked up his case. "I've got it. I know these creatures like the back of hand. Don't worry yourself with it." and without giving you even a second to respond, he began to walk away.

Seeing his back to you, slowly getting farther and farther away, you had no idea what to do. When he left you tried to stop him, but he wouldn't open up to you about why. You could never understand it all. But you did understand was how much he hurt you. How much it hurt to have him lie to your face. And how much it hurt begging him to be honest with you, begging you to stay, and having him still leave you behind. You weren't going to do again. Not this time. You were going to let him go.

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Newt had been keeping himself occupied in his case all night. The others had no idea what to do. Something must've happened but none of them were close enough to him to ask. Jacob was the first to try, but all he got was one-word responses. Queenie tried to but Newt didn't even bare her a glance. Tina was the only one absent from this whole ordeal. She was inside the shed, while Newt was taking care of his creatures and Jacob followed him like a lost puppy. She was looking through his things, trying to find anything about him. They had gotten close, and had bonded through this while ordeal, even though it wasn't entirely over yet. She could feel her feelings growing for him the more they interacted with him. When Newt saved her, looked her in the eyes and promised her that'd he'd catch her, she felt something. She had felt so safe and cared for. She had a slight worry that he might leave her. Save himself and then go save his case. But he stayed and the look in his eyes felt like a silent promise that he wasn't going to leave her.

She opened up drawer after drawer. Not really rummaging through, just moving a few things around. She eventually came across and small velvet box. It was a beautiful royal blue. It was so soft and light. When she opened it, a soft glow illuminated her face. She took it out of the box, setting it aside and hold a beautiful silver necklace. It was short, like it would rest perfectly in-between a person's collarbones. These last few days, maybe he felt the same way? It felt too soon for something like this but everyone knew how awkward, yet charming Newt was. He was never very good with words. There was this tiny whisper in the back of her mind that said to ask him who this was for. Confirm with him first before she thought it belonged to her but the love she felt for him drowned out that voice. Slowly, as to not make a sound, she put it around her neck. Clasping it in place. She felt silly for being so quiet. No human on this ear could hear the sound if a necklace clamping in place but her nerves got the better of her. She closed the box, setting it back inside the drawer, and left the shed.

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You couldn't believe your boss called you in so late. You weren't a security guard; this wasn't in your job description. You were reading about everything going on, and you can't lie and say it didn't make you nervous. There was no denying it wasn't something more than normal muggle things. It had to be something you'd read about in school. Or some witch or wizard who was after something. You knew all this but could do nothing. You weren't with the Macusa, like you'd ever want to do anything like that, you were just a normal witch. The best you were good at was making positions and remembering wizard history. And of course, a butt load of creature facts. You also felt confident that the Macusa were handling it.

Never mind that. You had to be "keeping an eye out" as your boss had told you to do. This store had never been broken into at night, you never understood why. Shoplifters though? That has happened a few times. Since you didn't think anyone would dare try to break in, you brought you scarf to finish. It was almost done. Just a few more rows to go. Glancing down at the fabric in your hands, you remembered the park. How you were literally just looking at this stupid thing and thinking about him. Then he popped into thin air. Almost like you were granted a wish from the gods but now? Just looking at it stung. What did you do to deserve this treatment from him? Did he figure out your feelings and just had no clue on how to turn you down? If he didn't like you back you would've respected that decision, but he didn't even respect you enough to tell you why he was leaving. Before you could get too into your head you heard something fall to the ground. Luck truly wasn't on your side huh? First you wished for him and now you somehow jinxed this whole break in thing.

You stood, making slow, gentle movements around the front desk. Making your way over to what had dropped, you felt like there were eyes on you. And in an instant, you were grabbed from behind, a hand over your mouth. You went to scream but once your back met the person's chest you stared ahead. You saw Newt, holding a finger to his lips. Just looking at him made you anger. How could he treat you the way he did and then randomly show up here and have whoever was holding you touch you like this? What would he even need here? Then it hit you. His creatures.

You nodded and the person behind you let you go. You turned to face them and saw a man, he quickly whispered an apology to you, and two women. Then women were like polar opposites of each other, visually speaking. Nothing to do with their beauty, no, they were both probably the prettiest women you had ever met. They just looked different. Once blonde wearing pinks and a cute face of makeup, the other a brunette wearing darker clothes. After scanning the group your eyes fall back to Newt. "What's here?" he pointed past me, a floating purse making its way through the store. "Dougal, my Demiguise." You nodded slowly. You've heard a lot about those creatures. Newt always thought they were the most difficult to catch, or save even.

"Demiguise are fundamentally peaceful, but-" "they can give a nasty nip though." You shrugged. The room fell silent. You looked up at the other, who you still hadn't gotten the name of. They looked at you like you were crazy but Newt had this slight smirk on his face. "I learned from the master himself." You whispered and gently nudged Newts arm. After the interruption Newt was giving out orders. "You two, head that way. And try very hard not to be predictable. Y/n?" You hummed softly. "Stay with them?" You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was worried for them. These people obviously knew little to nothing. But you knew everything, you knew what to do and what not to do. You keep these people safe. And Newt trusted you so deeply with that task. You smiled and nodded, leading the way.

We were in some kind of attic and Newt was describing the beast to everyone in the room. Once you realized it was babysitting and that Newt "must have miscounted" you knew we were in for it. A huge and beautiful Occamy came forward. Staring straight into Newt's eyes. You felt a smile creep onto your face, you'd never seen one before but like you'd always thought, no matter the creature, it was a wonderful thing to see. Seeing how gently Newt was, you thought for sure he had it, that was until the blonde walked forward, almost like she was in awe, and accidently kicked a Christmas ordainment. It rang and the poor thing got spooked. Its body got moved around the room, almost snake like. Your first immediate thought was to get Dougal, something so big could easily kill him while it was startled like this. But once you made your way towards him, he made his way towards the other man and blondie. Now in the center of the room, Newt was gone, riding on top of it. Before you could even think to start looking around for something small or an insect, one of its wings came flying towards you. Hitting you square in the chest and making you slam into the floor. You head hurt the most, and you blacked out while gasping for air.

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We had just gotten the Occamy in the tea pot and for a spilt second everything left so calm. It felt like the weight he had been keeping on his shoulders had vanished, but it all faded when he saw you, the literal light of his light, laid limp on the floor. Tina had both hands on the tea pot and the lip so Newt ran to your side. "Y/n? Hey, wake up!" He shook you gently and then realized that was probably the worst thing he could be doing to you right now. His only other thought in mind was to take you into his arms and bring you into his case. He had put a cot in the shed, right by the entrance. Sometimes he just preferred to be asleep near his creatures. The sounds they made throughout the night were like little lullabies. He brought you down, the other following close behind, and laid you gently on it. Taking off his coat and laying that on top of you too. It was particularly cold but he still worried.

"Can you put my Occamy back and Dougal on his tree?" He didn't spare anyone a glance. But Jacob nodded, leading Queenie out of the room. But Tina stayed. She took a seat next to you, looking you over. It seemed she didn't snoop enough, or she was just blind as a bat because once she looked up towards Newt, she was a photo. A moving picture, of you, smiling so bright. Her hand slowly went to the necklace. She felt this ping in her chest. Over these past few days she thought her and Newt were becoming closer. Like they could be something more. Maybe not this soon, but over time, maybe something. It genuinely hurt more than she thought it would. While Newt was still distracted, making something to help you, she took off the necklace and gently placed it around your neck. Seeing it on you, it felt like it just belonged there.

She stood to her feet and gave Newt a gently pat on the back and left the room. Leaving the two of you alone.

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You slowly opened your eyes, your head heavy and throbbing. Your back also just completely bruised. You sat up slowly, touching your hand to your head. It was wrapped in gauze and a foreign cream over your collarbones, along with a necklace. You knew you weren't wearing it before but besides that, you were in so much pain. You glanced around the room and saw Newt, setting on the floor beside you, holding your free hand. You squeezed it and he opened his eyes, standing so quickly to his feet that he fell back a bit, leaning fully on the work bench behind him. "Are you alright?" you asked him with a chuckled. "Are you alright?" he made his way back to your side. His hand finding its way to the back of your head. He leaned down a bit, giving you a once over. You nodded. "I'm fine, though I will say that hurt more than when we tried to ride that Hippogriff we found in the forest." He moved away and went back to his work bench, grabbing something that must've been sitting there, waiting for you. He handed it to you and drank it without a second thought. Your body felt cool all of a sudden and like the pain was fading away.

He sat beside you, fiddling with his fingers. You grabbed his hands, like you'd done all those years ago but for the first time, he flipped his hand, allowing you to see the maps on his palm. He glanced at him, but his eyes were laser focused on your fingers as you ran them over the lines. Your eyes went back to his hands, much larger than yours. As you traced the lines they felt familiar. It felt like the same pattern he would trace onto you. Your heart was beating so fast. All this time you wondered why he was so fascinated by it, but he knew all along that you futures were aligned. You continued to stare and trace with a smile permanently etched on your face. "I love you."

Your eyes shot up. "I love you, y/n. I've loved you for so long and I've been terrified to tell you but..." He clenched his jaw. "When I saw you there, I was more terrified than ever. The thought of you not loving me back couldn't compare to the thought of you dying. So I knew I had to tell you. I'm sorry I never told you, and I'm sorry I left." Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. His beautiful green meeting your calm (y/e/c). His hand went to your cheek, thumbing rubbing your tears away. You hand went over his, and gently rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. A chuckle left your lips as the tears fell completely. "I love you too. I always have."

He smirked and you could see his shoulders relax. He was looking at you so intently and then down at your lips. Your eyes met again and he leaned forward, ever so slightly, then stopped. It was a silent way to ask permission. Then you leaned forward to, inviting him in. He took the invitation and slowly kissed you. It was soft, gentle and the best thing you've ever felt in your life. The happiness you both felt filled the room. This might be your new, fondest, moment.

Masterlist

[nightingale2004]

Fast and furious oc's introduction

The leader: Andrea "Andy" Isabela Ortiz

Faceclaim: Isabela Merced

She is the biological daughter of Leticia "Letty" Ortiz and Dominic Toretto

Andy was born 8 months after Dom left Letty and was left outside of an orphanage

Andy bounced from foster home to foster home growing up

Her one foster parent taught her about cars. How they worked, the feel of the car, how to drive, drift, etc. It was the one home she spent with a long period of time.

Started street racing when she was 14 in secret

She inherited a love for a 1970 dodge charger (she gets it from her dad, and it was her second car)

She had a little business of her own where she steals cars and car parts and sells them to her clients, but now they expanded to getting objects for people who pay big money

She's a skilled auto mechanic, master at engineering, a very strategic racer, skilled fighter, and values loyalty in her crew

Let's meet Andy's crew, shall we?

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The fighter: Westley "Wes" Anthony Kincaid

Faceclaim: Hero Fiennes-tiffin

Wes is originally from London England

He was originally a street fighter for his dad until Andy found him

He came from an abusive household, and his dad made him do scripted fights that involved a lot of painful items

Andy took him in her crew, and now he protects them with no script or fake a fall

He's not bad behind the wheel but nowhere near Andy's level

Has a major crush on Andy and constantly tries to impress her and get her attention

He's a skilled fighter, very observant, and can tell a lot about a person from just about anything they do (like sherlock level deduction)

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The Key: Kelly Amber Prescott

Faceclaim: Olivia Holt

Kelly and Andrea have known each other since they were in diapers

They both grew up in the orphanage and always caused mischief together

Andy sees Kelly as big sister

Kelly is a Kleptomaniac, is a master pickpocket, and lockpicking genius.

Kelly can break into any safe, steal from anyone, and can talk her way out of any situation

She is also a master behind the wheel but prefers motorcycles

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The hacker: Lyra Jean Williams

Faceclaim: Kristina Tonteri-Young

Master hacker

Can hack into anything no matter how secure and knows everyone's search histories

Technology genius and tech engineer

Knows martial arts

Andy found her in the streets of LA and helped her get out of a "situation" that involved the wrong people

Beats everyone in video games

Her hacker name is called Z3r0

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The demo: Malik Leon Wilson

Faceclaim: Jonathan Daviss

Malik is the demolition expert in the group

Freakishly good at making things go boom

He is also the weapons and utilities expert and can get all the group needs in a flash

He makes his own weapons and is a lover of engineering, mechanics, and chemistry

He's not terrible behind the wheel but he could use some work

Does not know the meaning of the word "Finesse"

Likes to go big or go home

Both him and Kelly are the wildcards of the group

Is a sharpshooter with a gun

[lirarey]

Do you remember the film "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban"? There was Newt Scamander on the Marauder's Map. I wonder how our old friend is doing? Are all his creatures healthy? How is Tina? Is Newt still endlessly in love with her? Does their entire extended family gather every Christmas? What about Queenie and Jacob? Did they become happier when Muggles became more respected?

It's strange, but I'd like to see Newt become some kind of mentor to Harry.

[donniexv]

☆ FANTASTIC BEASTS ; Will we die? Just a little

NEWT SCAMANDER ;

" My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice. "

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THESEUS SCAMANDER ;

" Well, of course. Now everythingg makes sense. "

⥼ ✖

LETA LESTRANGE ;

" You never met a monster you couldn't love. "

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PORPENTINA GOLDSTEIN ;

" I know that you've suffered.. "

⥼ ✖

QUEENIE GOLDSTEIN ;

" People are easiest to read when they're hurting, "

⥼ ✖

JACOB KOWALSKI ;

" I don't think I'm dreaming... I ain't got the brains to make this up.. "

⥼ ✖

ALBUS DUMBLEDORE ;

" Funny how historic days seem so ordinary when you're living them. "

⥼ ✖

GELLERT GRINDELWALD ;

" Who does this law protect? Us? Or them? "

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AURELIUS DUMBLEDORE ;

" Do you know what its like to have no one? To always be alone. "

⥼ ✖

NAGINI ;

" He knows what you were born as, not who you are "

⥼ ✖

[m1suri]

Newt with a Gen Z Teen!Y/N

Sypnosis: Y/N ends up time traveling back to 1926 on accident during a freak event with a Time Machine she found. Unfortunately, due to the laws of time travel, she is now forever stuck there and cannot go back to her original time period. Dumbledore ends up putting her on the the famous Newt Scamander, the famous(and only) Magizoologist. How does he react to that?

P.S. This takes place during Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Newt meets Y/N before the events of the movie and it’s basically just Y/N if she was in the first movie. Y/N is using she/her pronouns and is 16!

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Newt was quite surprised when Dumbledore had told him that he was now in charge of a 16 year old girl from the future to say the least

When Dumbledore first introduced you guys, he was very sky and awkward around you

He’d barley let a word out and most of the time, you’d be the one continuing the conversation with him

Pickett was just silently observing as this random teenager was trying to speak to Newt, trying to figure out her deal

It took a little bit Newt soon started warming up to you, much to your relief

He had taught you all about his creatures and how to take care of them which means that they officially like you now since you’ve been sweet to their mama and taking care of them

I’d say that’s a win win in my book

He found the way you dressed when he first met you kinda weird but obviously you had to change your style since you didn’t wanna get caught

One of the things that definitely confused him the most about you is when you begin speaking in pure brain rot to him and he’s just like

“What?”

Funniest pranks to pull on him is to just randomly start speaking brainrot to him outta nowhere and just watch his reaction

Sometimes you make fun of his British accent when he talks which he finds it weird but never says anything about it

Teddy loooooves stealing your necklace that you made with the pop tabs you took from all the cans of soda and energy drinks you’ve drank thanks to school

Newt has to always force Teddy to give it back to you and makes sure that none of the pop tabs are missing from it

You two have gotten so close over the past few months that you began to see him almost like a father to you since he took care of you and such

You had ended up going with him to New York to help him free Frank since he didn’t want you to be left alone back in Britain

You also just wanted to simply say goodbye to Frank and watch him be free

What was supposed to be a simple trip and back turned into a mess when a man by the name of Jacob accidentally takes Newts case and let’s all of his creatures out

Although the only good think that came out of that was meeting Tina

It’s gets even worse when an obscurus comes into play and now it’s going around and killing a person and destroying buildings

Newt is slowly starting to regret bringing you along for the ride since you’ve never felt with an Obscurus before and you had no magic

Now Newt, you, Jacob, and Tina are on a mission to find the missing creatures and return them safely to Newts suitcase

Not before making a quick pit stop though

Now you met Queenie

And by the looks of it, the longer we were there the more obvious her and Jacob became with their pretty obvious liking towards one another

Newt highly discourages you getting involved with them since based on all the times you’ve ranted to him about your love life, your definitely not one to give relationship advice

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That’s it for this part, I might make a part two seeing as though I didn’t get quite through the first movie very well yet. Two posts in one day is definitely a personal best. Let me know if you guys do want a part 2!! ^^

[creative-girl]

it's not me, it's them

A new gossip column has taken the Wixen world by storm. Grindelwald is gaining more followers. What happens when gossip causes problems and misunderstanding between Newt, Theseus, and Leta? How will they deal with it when the world as they know it is about to be eclipse in darkness?

[konstantynowitz]

Goldstein cousins

[sinspark4]

New Fic -Primarily Newt Scamander/Reader(You), with background Jacob Kowalski/Queenie Goldstein and eventual Tina Goldstein/Original Male Characters.

In which, I read all the decent Newt Scamander/Reader fics I could find, ran out, and was forced then to make my own in a burst of sorely misplaced inspiration *Cough - desperation - cough*.

This fic is entirely going to be self-indulgent. I am going to let all my cringe out, all my fantasies and wishes, and dig down deep into the nitty gritty of this universe so I can rip out the chunks I want and lovingly glue them into a frankenstein Adventure/Romance.

Summary beneath the cutoff:

“I’ve never met a beast I couldn’t love.”

For once, Newt was actually meeting your gaze. While his dark, hazel eyes were glazed over in pain, they were no less determined.

He was serious.

And that made it hurt all the more.

Your lips twist into a grimace, a keen burning in the back of your throat. “If only, Newt…..If only I was a beast.” You try to ignore the desperation in those beautiful eyes and the blood coated hand gripping his broken wand so hard the splintered wood bit into his palm.

Turning your back on your sweet, freckled menace, you begin to unravel the wards on your magic. The pain was excruciating - glancing at the elder Scamander you snarl as the dark magic began to manifest, slithering over your skin like oil. “You better take care of him, Theseus.”

The magic reaches its threshold, bursting at the confines of your body.

“Gods know he shouldn’t love a monster.”

[kuro-o-o-o]

Newt: rules are made to be broken

Percival: nothings made to be broken

Tina: Pinatas

Queenie: Glowsticks!

Jakob: Spaghettis in a to small pot

Newt: Rules!

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UPDATE: How to survive a magical courtship (and adopt dozens of fantastic beast in the process)

Jacob is the voice of reason for Newt and Percival

[buttered-baguette-writes]

Mafia Lord, Lover

A Modern / Muggle AU

It was days like this that Newt loved living in an end block terrace house.

Soft sun rays dripped into the room from windows on two walls. Everything was coated in a delicate warmth; a cool breeze sneaking in from barely opened windows.

Newt laid on a new daybed, his own body melding with Gellert’s.

The latter was still asleep. His face was soft, all of his features being highlighted.

Carefully, Newt toyed with the blonde curls. It was so soft. For a few minutes he simply marvelled over the other man. Eventually, his eyes travelled to the tree in the room. His favourite green python slithered about, finding the perfect spot to take a nap in the sun.

Newt froze when a voice started humming a song. Quickly, he realised Gellert was awake, eyes jumping to look back at the man.

Gellert smiled at the red head, all soft and fond. He wondered if Newt knew exactly what he looked like, all sun kissed and infinite freckles. He could be a deity, and Gellert was happy to have him. Shifting, he tightened his arms around Newts’ waist, almost purring when the latter kept playing with his hair.

And then it hit him.

The infamous Gellert Grindelwald would do anything for this cute zoologist. He’d kill for, protect, adore… love.

Gellert was in love and was consumed by it like it was a tidal wave. It snuck up on him and there was no way for him to get rid of it.

Not that he wanted to.

A week later, Gellert found himself in the same spot.

After dining out with Newt, the pair lounged in the daybed, bodies pressed tightly together. And Gellert couldn’t stand to do nothing.

“…get a tattoo with me?”

Newt pulled back just enough to see the blondes face. “Are you sure?” he asked. He saw the blonde’s expression falter, like he was debating putting emotional walls up that instant. Newt panicked.

“If you don’t want to –”

“No! No,” Newt interrupted. He pushed himself upright with his arms. “I know it’s a big deal in your, uh, industry. I don’t want you to regret offering.” One of Gellert’s hands moved from his hips to cup his cheek gently.

“You are amazing. Truly wonderful.”

Newt flushed but didn’t look away. “I’ll get a tattoo with you,” he said grinning.

Gellert’s eyes lit up. He titled his head up to capture Newt’s lips with his own.

They would use words to express their feelings another day.

It took them around a month to decide on what tattoos to get. Gellert settled on a large dragon tattoo that covered his left chest, shoulder, and upper arm.

Newt would get a custom design.

On his left thigh and hip would be a sleeping dragon. Its tail would curl with the end of a snake, whose head sits on his right shoulder – mouth open in threat, ready to pounce. The snakes’ body would wrap around an intricate dagger that starts from the base of his neck and goes down most of his back.

The issue was finding someone to do it.

“Why can’t your groups person do it?” Newt asked, half curious, half probing. He hadn’t fully believed previous reasons.

Gellert stared up at him from his seat at the desk. “He has wandering eyes,” he said.

Newt sat himself down on the desk, to side to not disrupt the paper in the middle. He gave the blonde a facial expression that begged him to tell more. Tell everything.

“I don’t want him to look at you.”

“People are going to look. Isn’t that one of the reasons to get the tattoo?” Newt’s voice was calm as he spoke.

“The tattoo means you’re mine. That people need to stop staring, to keep their hands off!” Gellert snapped. “Of course, they’d look, you’re absolutely gorgeous. But they don’t know when to stop. If he stares at you too long, I might just kill him before he finishes your tattoo.”

Newt hummed. “Is that so?”

“Natürlich, ich liebe dich. I would…” Gellert trailed off.

“Ich auch” Newt replied, beaming. “Every day I fall a little bit further.”

In a flash, Gellert was stood between Newts legs, kissing him intensely. He revelled in how Newt matched his movements, and he craved more when the red head let out a groan.

It wouldn’t be until the next morning when Vinda shot him an amused glance that he thought of the perfect tattooist.

Newt was running late. He had been screamed at by some random lady on the train. Then, he had to evade and out run station authorities. All because he didn’t know his python had slithered its way into his bag before he left.

At least he was only fifteen minutes late.

A bell jingled as he opened the door to the tattoo parlour. It was a new building but had been styled like an old aristocrats dream house. It was quite cute – extravagant yet still cosy.

Vinda appeared from behind the counter, greeting him kindly. She locked the door behind him. “They’re already in the back. He – oh mon Dieu!” She exclaimed, seeing the head of a green python sprout from Newt’s bag. “Pickett,” she said before opening the door to the workspace.

“Sorry,” Newt said to her before letting Pickett settle on his shoulders.

In the room was Gellert, shirt off and waiting for his arrival. He needed to make sure Newt liked the stencil before starting.

Instantly in Vinda’s arms was Michelle. She was a Parisian tattoo artist who had a tattoo on her left ring finger that matched with the other French lady.

“Newt!” Gellert kissed his cheek. “Hello Pickett,” he added, giving the snake a small pat on the head.

The group spent a couple minutes chatting, catching up, and introducing Newt to Michelle.

He could see why the others liked her. He quite liked her fashion, and it was obvious that she was fully committed to her work… and Vinda.

Newt watched Gellert get the line work of his tattoo done before Michelle took him aside to figure out his own stencil proportions.

They booked in his first session for a week later.

Gellert showed great restraint over the next four-ish months. He, like a reasonable person, cared more about Newt’s tattoo aftercare than great sex. But with the tattoo finished as well as three weeks of healing, he was ready to spoil Newt with a good night.

The pair had a delightful dinner at [queenie’s restaurant] before heading to Newt’s house.

“Mon amour,” Gellert said into the crook of the red heads neck. He was hugging him from behind as they stood in the bedroom. “Are you up for some fun?” He finished with a kiss to the skin on the others right shoulder.

Newt hummed, swaying them both a little as he turned in place. He had a playful smile on his lips. “What kind of fun?”

Placing light kisses on the skin above the tattoo, Gellert mumbled into his ear, “The kind to leave you covered in pretty little marks.”

Newt laughed fondly. He nodded, slowly waling backwards towards the bed. Every step he took was matched by the other man.

They took their time undressing, building up anticipation and sharing soft kisses.

At one point, Gellert stopped so he could admire the full effect of Newt’s tattoo, tracing it as well as the odd scar the littered the freckled body.

It wasn’t that Newt disliked it. In fact, he loved how much the other man adored him. However, he was promised a good time, and if he was being honest, he was growing a tad bit impatient.

“Gellert,” he called.

The blonde immediately pulled back, letting Newt sit up before pulling him into his lap. Gellert’s hands settled on hips, grip flexing as he looked into those pretty green eyes. Without exchanging any more words, he knew exactly what his love wanted from him. He grinned.

Cautious of the tattoo, Newt was kept off his back for most of the night. And if he was carried into the bathroom when they were done to clean up, well, that was just for him and Gellert to know (the big softie).

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[freedomforthewin]

Into the Ever After—An Imagine

Imagine that Newt, Theseus, Tina, Queenie, and Jacob fell into the Ever After. Theseus was the first to fall, and the others fell after, found each other, and were looking for him.

They quickly realize that this world works VERY differently than how it does back home and that this world is illogical and bizarre.

When Newt realizes how bizarre the Ever After is, he gets very worried about Theseus and tells the others that they need to find him fast. Newt knows that his brother, a logical person and rule-follower, is going to go absolutely mad in an illogical world.

Newt is a little confused by this world but finds it quite fascinating, Jacob is VERY confused but also finds it fascinating, Queenie doesn't understand this world but is trying to just go with it, Tina is a bit frustrated with this world but is trying to be open-minded, and Theseus is just flat out losing his mind.

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When were you planning to tell us?: Theseus Scamander x fem!reader

Summary: During their wedding your recently married friends can't stop asking questions about your "mysterious" husband. Little they know he is the same man who has been flirting with you during all the ceremony

Warnings: Drinking a little, I guess? But nothing else except that Jacob and Queenie being unaware of the world around them; Leta and Theseus ot being able to hide their chuckles; and Dumbledore being a funny smartass. Takes place after Dumbledore's secrets and in Au where Leta doesn't die and she wasn't enganged with Thesesus

Requested: yes

Words: Around 1130

Author rambles: This is kind of inspired in a wedding I attended a couple of years ago and the situation fitted quite well with the request

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Bright smiles, sparky eyes and some tears of pure happiness, that was a quick and accurate way to describe most weddings. Jacob’s and Queenie’s was not an exception to this. A small and intimate ceremony on the bakery, only family and friends attending, perfect for the couple union. While the bride and the groom, now wife and husband, were looking at each other with love-dove eyes, you and the rest of the guests were enjoying the sight.

“She looks beautiful today, even more that normally” You whispered to Theseus who was by your side leaning in the desserts table.

“I still believe you were prettier in your wedding” He replied a small grin playing on his lips.

“You are a charmer with words, Theseus Scamander” Your hands slowly moved to take two glasses of champagne, handing one of them to your companion.

“Only because you deserve it, darling” He took a quick sip of the pinkish beverage, which had been Queenie’s idea.

You would have scolded him for his smarmy antics if it wasn’t for your nosy friends who had been half-listening to your talk. Yeah, a small bakery was definitely not the best place to hold a private conversation. It wasn’t long until Mr and Mrs Kowalski came to your way with a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

“y/n you never told us you had been married, honey” Queenie sweet voice echoed in your ears. The realization hit you, you had been caught.

“Actually, I still am” Thesus couldn’t help but chuckle at your words.

“And who is the lucky man?” Jacob managed to speak while taking a bite from the nuptial cake “Do we know him?”

Theseus cheeks were starting to tint in a similar tone to his hair. You wondered how an auror like him, who has supposed to be calm and stern in every situation, couldn’t stop that grin from spreading on his face right now. Luckily for the two of you, Leta Lestrange, your best friend since your Hogwarts years (your guardian angel as you should call her from now on), appeared on the scene.

“What is the fuss for?” she joined the group and thanks to her endearing smile and her ability to put the focus on herself in every situation, you could enjoy a few seconds to think what would you say next. You were so relived thanks to her entry that you didn’t even get annoyed when she playfully stole your glass of champagne.

“y/n has just told us that she is married” The bride explained enthusiastically.

“Ohh…” Great, the last thing you needed right now was another person who couldn’t keep a secret to save her life. Surprisingly, she decided to play along. After all a little fun never hurt anyone “Of course she is, I was the bridesmaid”

“Leta…” You tried to interrupt her in order to finally reveal the truth.

“Wonderful!” Queenie clapped “So you can tell us more about that mysterious husband of hers”

“Yeah y/n, you never told us anything about him” Theseus took a sip of his drink and still he couldn’t hide his smirk.

Oh, he made a big mistake… Never play games with a girl who can play them better, Scamander. You should remind him that later.

“Well, he is the perfect gentleman. Sweet, chivalrous, caring…” You dreamingly looked at the celling “But also a little bossy, stubborn, touchy too. And he always overworks himself with his job to the point its annoying” Your audience was expectant to hear more about it. Theseus tried his best not to look slightly offended while Leta patted his back.

“But you love him, don’t you?” The older Scamander brother asked, his eyes shinning hopefully. One of the many things that made you fall for him since the first day.

“With every piece of my heart” Your gaze was locked in his.

That intimate moment which had somehow grown in a room full of people faded a wide the instance the door’s bell rang, announcing Tina’s and Newt’s arrival in the bakery. God knew what they had been talking about while the rest of you were enjoying the desserts.

“Guys, you will never guess what happened” Jacob said as soon as they came to his sight.

“Y/n is married!” Queenie announced as the sweet gossiper she was.

The young magizoologist’s eyes travelled back and forwards from yours and his brother’s face, clearly confused. The elder Goldstein sister just looked unaware, waiting for an explanation.

“Of course, she is” Newt finally broke the silence “I was the best man”

“You too?” Jacob said surprised “Are we the last ones to discover this?”

“I didn’t know until today either, Mr Kowalski. Although I have been having my suspicions since you two were students. You have never been good at hiding your feelings, Miss l/n”

Dumbledore laughed from the other side of the room where he was leaning on the wall absent-mindedly eating his piece of cake. A privileged position which he took advantage of to listen to the whole discussion.

“Or should I say Mrs Scamander now? Congrats anyway, thanks to your marriage Professor McGonagall owes me ten galleons now” Gasps of shock echoed between the bakery’s walls.

Your husband made himself comfortable, his hands now proudly around your waist in a gentle grip.

“Thanks Professor” he replied.

“When did you make it official if I can ask?”

“Just after he returned from the war. We wanted to keep it simple, Newt and Leta were the only guests” You softly squeezed your husbands hand.

“And when were you planning to tell us?”

“Jacob, sweetie, focus on what is important” His wife corrected him “Why didn’t you tell us?”

You two shrugged the question off. Being honest, you had never truly hidden your union, not intentionally at least. Theseus did not wear his ring on his finger, but in a necklace around his neck. Too afraid that he would lose it in a mission due to his work as an auror; so you decided to do the same. He didn’t keep the gesture of love low-key either. Always calling you pet names or protectively staying by your side. But it was true he did the same for Leta and his brother, and that kisses were always reserved for closed doors for unknown reasons. With those reasons, it was understandable that your friends hadn’t realized sooner you were in fact married. They just took you for an old friend duo. How wrong they were, but as no correction had been said before by either of you they were still ignorant of the fact.

As they say: “Actions speak louder than words” and that was exactly what your husband did. Arms tangled around your hip and lips that were leaning for a kiss which ended up in a resounding applause. In the next years you would receive endless teasing for it, but enjoying the moment you couldn’t care any less about it.