#SHE SAID THAT NEWT IS UGLY??? NEWT??? THE

[oldtreeinanalley]

me and my friend are fighting over characters rn

[biancadoes1]

The most mind boggling thing to me is that people place Nic on a pedestal and then hate Luke. Nic is not a perfect person because nobody is. If you truly love one then you should love the other because their love for each other says more than we will ever know.

Bianca, I know you have some trolls, so I’m gonna give them something that they can get pissed about. I know that this statement will break some people’s hearts:

You. Do. Not. Personally. Know. These. People.

Get that through your thick skulls, you ugly trolls. They’re human beings and deserve to be treated with respect. If you don’t like them, don’t say shit. Nobody cares what your no good, lonely, jealous ass thinks about Luke and Nic. Once you start living your OWN life and stop living through Nicola, I promise you people will not be such toxic bitches. And just a couple more statements for the road:

You. Are. Not. Nicola. Coughlan.

Luke N wouldn’t look at you twice on the street (because you’re not Nic). Even if June 13th had gone differently, it wouldn’t change the fact he doesn’t want you.

Nic-solo stans 🤝 Luke antis:

Just know that Nic is the president of the Lukey Newts fan club since 2019. She would HATE you for hating him. I stand by that because even though I know that I don’t know Nic, she defends him everytime.

Jakolas 🤝 Luke antis:

The same group that attacked Luke and A are now trying to be high and mighty. No, just say you hate Luke.

Call a spade, a spade, you just hate Luke because of a made up story in your head that was reinforced by stupid people on the internet. Leave these people alone!

Anon ate with this one ☝️

If anyone thinks Nicola would appreciate these people praising her and hating on Luke, someone she’s said she loves repeatedly in interviews for the masses to consume, they’re fried and can’t be helped.

[emmawithtwoms]

Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom

@wolfstarmicrofic day 30 -1000 words

“Tell me again, why are we doing this here?” 

Remus was watching his friends brew some kind of potion, all three hunched over a cauldron.

“Because, dear Moony, nobody will ever come looking for us here.” 

James answered him, and Remus genuinely thought that all the bulgers he took in head were starting to affect him. 

“They will not look for us, in the middle of the day, openly in a bathroom, just in front of the entrance… Prongs are you sure you didn’t hit your head?”

James rolled his eyes, Sirius snickered and Peter lifted his head from the lizard livers he was chopping. 

“Remus.. This is Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, nobody will come in here…”

Peter looked around in distress while saying that.

“Who?” 

When Remus asked that, Peter’s blood drained from his face, while James snickered and Sirius groaned in annoyance.

“Please tell me she didn’t hear you…” 

“I AM MOANING MYRTLE”

Remus screeched when the ghost of a girl yelled from the stall behind him.

“Obviously, I wouldn't expect you to know me. Who would ever care about the annoying, sad, ugly moaning Myrtle…” 

The ghost rambled on and placed herself on the windowstill.

“Moony, did you really not know her? Everybody knows this is her bathroom.”

Sirius said while mixing the chopped livers in the potion.

“Well I’m sorry for not being familiar with the girls’ bathrooms guys…” 

“Ohhhh, so you’re a gentleman, huh? We should thank you for not creeping around in the girls’ bathroom, huh? I should just banish you from here.” 

“Oh come on, Myr, he didn’t mean it like that, you know it. Don’t be so mean”

Myr?? Since when was Sirius friends with the ghost?

“Oh, not you, Sirius darling, I wouldn’t dream of banishing you from here… In fact, you can come whenever you want, even after your death, we could share my stall”

WHAT?? Remus could believe what he was seeing. 

That’s not true: Sirius flirting with someone to get what he wants is a daily occurrence. But still, a ghost inviting his boyfriend to share their haunting place???

“Well, thank you Myrtle, but I need my friends to finish this potion, I can’t do it alone, you see? So could you please forgive Remus? He doesn’t know what he’s saying” 

“Oh, so he’s daft?” 

“You could say that…” 

And Sirius had the audacity to wink after that. Oh he was so gonna pay for it. 

Remus got closer to his boyfriend, watching the potion from over his shoulder.

“So, love, what exactly is the potion you’re brewing in this beautiful bathroom?” 

Sirius shot him a glare, but did not say anything about the pet name. He clearly understood what Remus was doing. 

“We’re brewing a hallucinating potion to give to the Slytherins, they’re all gonna believe that they’re Dragons for a day. Did you bring the pixie dust?” 

“Yes, I did, darling.” 

Remus handed him a small vial, and Sirius poured it carefully in the cauldron. 

“You know, you are so good at potions, you should consider taking it to a NEWT level” 

Moony started playing with a loose strand of hair that fell from the bun Sirius tied them on. 

“Yeah, well, if I wanna be a curse breaker I have to get my potion’s NEWT, so…” 

“Oh, right, right, you’re gonna be a curse breaker, that’s so brave of you, dear.” 

James and Peter were muffling their giggles with their hands while watching Remus blatantly flirt with his boyfriend and Myrtle narrowing her eyes at them. 

“Remus, I know what you are doing, stop it.” 

“But baby, I’m not doing anything…” 

Sirius could feel the werewolf’s hands sliding on his waist, just the way he liked it, and placing his chin on his shoulder, so that his mouth was at Padfoot's ear level.  

“Moons, stop it, you’re gonna get us in trouble with Myrtle.” 

“Well, maybe next time you shouldn’t flirt with a ghost in front of your boyfriend, honey.” 

“BOYFRIEND??? YOU ARE HIS BOYFRIEND????” 

Myrtle was now livid with rage, she flew to them, floating right in front of their faces. 

“Oh yeah, didn’t Padfoot tell you? We’ve been together for three months.”

James and Peter gave up trying to muffle their laughter, and they were now holding their stomachs looking at the scene that was unravelling in front of them. 

“THREE MONTHS?? HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU LITTLE SCARRED LOSER TAUNT MY SIRIUS THAT WAY! YOU.. YOU… HOMEWRECKER!!”

“Wait, what? Homewrecker?” 

It was not going as planned.

“GET OUT!” 

Myrtle lifted her arm, and a menacing grumbling came from the stall behind Remus. Suddenly, gallons and gallons of water were being poured on his head, drenching him from head to toe, somehow not touching Sirius. 

“Myrtle, darling, could you please not drown my boyfriend? I quite like him alive.” 

The water stopped and Remus started sputtering. 

“But Sirius, dear, he's getting between us!”

“I know Myrtle, but sadly I like him quite a lot, so could you forgive him? I am very happy with him. And you want me to be happy and smiling when you see me, right? Well, keeping Remus alive is the way to keep me smiling and funny.”

“Oh… ok Sirius. But if you ever became a ghost-”

“Then I promise you I will come share your toilet stall, Black’s word.” 

“Mh. Then I guess the loser can stay alive. For now…” 

“Thank you Myrtle, you’re a peach” 

And with a last giggle, the ghost went back to her toilet. 

“See? This is why you should have stopped, darling.” 

Remus, who was now shivering, still wet and dripping, flipped him off. 

“Oh Merlin, Wormy, we should have brought a camera!That was the funniest thing I have ever seen!”

James was still wheezing between laughter, and Wormtail could still not speak, trying to regain his breath.

“Come on guys, don’t taunt my darling lover this way, he was just a bit jealous. Right baby?”

“Fuck off. All of you.”

A.N: well, this wraps up November's Microfics!!!! Wooo hoooo!!! I hope you guys had fun reading them just as much as I had writing them. Can't wait for December Prompts!!!

[newtkive]

pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 4 - agoraphobia and burger king on 5th street

summary: a personal experience provides a way for newt to connect to y/n.

warnings: strong language, mental health talk, depression, medication (its my literal prescription i mention oops this is like a self insert fr), mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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THE GLADE

[ 10:52 am ]

y/n: it’s official yall

drugs saved my life

tommy: huh??

minho: same

newt: wow, i’ve never seen your name on my screen before 12 pm

y/n: shut the hell up bitch

newt: ouch, touchy

minho: woah

touchy 👀

are yallll..?

y/n: you’re sick

tommy: are we going to ignore the drugs statement??

like hello are u ok ??

newt: you’re annoying minho

minho: yea <3 😊

notice how they didn’t say no

y/n: you guys just don’t understand how a girl like me needs beauty sleep..

and no we aren’t

gally: all that beauty sleep and ur still walking around with that mug.. yikes.

y/n: 😑

i hate you i haete you i dhateoyifu

minho: great she’s having a fit

y/n: no one cares about me

and you think i’m ugly

this is so sick

and you don’t even care that i’m on drugs

☹️😭😭😭😭 done.

newt: no one said that love

gally that was rude

minho: BRUHHHHH

here she goes

tommy: I CAREE????????

DO I NEED TO COMEGET YOU????

y/n: yes 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

before i do something crazy 😭😭💣

minho: THE BOMB IS WILD

tommy: stay where you are

i have your location

newt: uhhh

y/n: pause what

minho: tommy why would you admit to that

tommy: im On my way! what’s the issue

sorry autocorrect

y/n: WHY DO YOU HAVE MY LOCATION????

gally: can you guys shut the fuck up

minho: the drama queen is here 😍

gally: stop

alby: I have it on Life360, I imagine Thomas does as well. In fact I have all of your locations.

y/n: oh

i forgot about that app..

minho: i didn’t. i get a notif that newt’s phone is at 5% all the goddamn time

even tho he said he deleted it

newt: just turn it off then

i redownloaded it don't track my app intake

minho: no it makes me feel less lonely

y/n: awwwww

idk how you do that newt

newt: do what?

y/n: not charge your phone

if my phone gets below like 15% then the monsters will get me

tommy: omg me tooo 🥹

newt: i was about to say you sound like tommy.

tommy: don’t say that!

she’s on drugs i don’t want to sound like an addict 😔

newt: she isn’t on drugs thomas

tommy: she literally said she is newt :/

5 mins and i’m there y/n

y/n: are you actually fr

thomas..

we live very far away sweetie

newt: i mean

if you were in trouble you don’t think we’d come get you?

tommy: ^^

but life360 says you’re at the burger king on 5th

minho: no that’s me LOOOL

y/n: NEWTTT ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

tommy: wtf

i’m the one who’s coming to get u

why does he get the credit

minho: no tommy you’re coming to get me

tommy: oh yippee i get to see my friend 🤗

newt: ewwwwww

y/n: EWWWWW

tommy: OH STOP IT

y/n: why burger king of all places min

minho: why drugs of all things y/n

gally: she’s not doing drugs are you guys fuckin insane

y/n: yes i am

it’s 10 mg of fluoxetine 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ONCE A DAY!!!!!!

IM ADDICTED

newt: no you aren’t, 10 mg is the smallest dose

minho: told y’all she was on drugs

y/n: ???????

minho: over the year

you’re too hyper to not be on some crack shit

tommy: oh stop that’s not nice.

newt: it’s not drugs like that minho stop.

tommy: uhoh he brought out the . at the end

y/n: it’s just for anxiety cuz i can’t leave the house without going into a breakdown

minho: she got acrophobia

told y’all she was mental

newt: what the fuck are you talking about

tommy: oh i know that word

fear of spiders 🕷️

minho: wtf no

fear of outside

y/n: i’m not afraid of outside

newt: that’s agoraphobia you fucking dumbass

y/n: 😍

i did NOT mean to send that lol oops

newt: ??

oh, okay

minho: when he’s a know it all 😍

when she’s agoraphobic 😍

y/n: when he’s at burger king on 5th because he has no food in his fridge and can only afford a $1.99 whopper with the coupons from the newspaper 😍😍😍😍

minho: 😒😑

newt: LMFAOOOO

GOOD THAT

minho: british people be so annoying

saying shit like gormless minger and good that be sooo real rn

newt: i have never said gormless minger in my whole 26 years of life.

y/n: you just did bro

newt: call me bro again

y/n: bro

brosive

brother

stepbro

minho: laughed until i saw the last msg :/

newt: 😑

y/n: ok youre the perverts

minho: cant you take your prozac and turn back to normal now

y/n: so you DO know what it is..

gally: wym 'back to normal' like there was smth before this??

y/n: real i been like this for life

tommy: i got whopper and two large fries and mozzarella sticks

newt: wow

y/n: wow just call him a fatass newt.

newt: i would never, stop

y/n: 2 large fries is kinda crazy tho

tommy: i have to get enough to share with my friend

minho

gally: surprised you have friends

tommy: yeah you are not one.

gally: RUDE?

y/n: WELL LMFAO

minho: i literally already ate also gally ur not my friend either

newt: same

alby: same

gally: well why tf am i in here

y/n: well you're my friend!

gally: great.

y/n: not with that attitude..

tommy: y/n you're ok though right??

y/n: yes tommy im fine sweetie

go eat your food

tommy: okay i wish you could share these fries with me

y/n: me too :(

minho: i don't

big back would eat em all

y/n: i actually hate you

__

newt

[ 11:45 am ]

newt: hey

y/n: hiii :D whats up??

newt: idk why but this feels like secretly texting you across the room at a party

y/n: actually tho

picture me giving u a look from across the room

newt: you would blow our cover immediately

i just wanted to let you know if you needed any like,, advice or something with your new medicine i'm here for you. i take the same stuff on top of lexapro

y/n: oh really?

newt: yeah i do

y/n: newt :( thank you

i am a bit nervous to start it tbh

newt: i understand, i was too

but hopefully it'll change things for the better

y/n: i hope so

i didn't realize you dealt with anxiety n stuff

newt: more than you know

you aren't the only one and you aren't alone w it

y/n: you're sweet newt, thank you

newt: don't mention it :))

sorry the smiley was creepy

y/n: lmao no i like it

if you need to talk or anything too i’m always here

newt: yeah?

y/n: of course ): you’re my pookie

newt: one day you gotta let go of that word lmao

y/n: but you love it tho

newt: you tell yourself that

actually are you free rn?

y/n: yeah! i’m just about home what’s up?

newt: i’m bored so pick up the phone

y/n: NEWT LMAO

ok fine 😒

[sitp-recs]

hi liv! do you know of any draco-centered longish fics??? thanks! i just love him so much

Hi anon, definitely! Here are my favourites:

Heal Thyself by astolat (T, 47k)

"Are you going for the course?" Lovegood asked. "You have the NEWTs.”

“What course?” Draco said, then, “No, don’t be ridiculous,” when he realized she meant the notice pinned up on the board he’d been staring at: Applicants To The Introductory Mediwizard Course For The Coming Term Shall Present Themselves In The Chief Mediwizard’s Office By August 24th.

A Room Up There (And You In It) by @the-starryknight (T, 59k)

When Preservationist Draco Malfoy was assigned to work on Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, he was excited to delve into the gorgeous Black family antiques. His excitement quickly ended when something in the House decided it did not like his presence one bit.

The Trouble with Wanting by waldorph (E, 60k)

Draco Malfoy is cleared of all charges; this is what happens next.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (E, 70k)

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always.

Among Ancient Pines by @graymatters (M, 74k)

Every day, Draco Malfoy tries. With every fiber of his being he tries. But he doesn’t much think about what he’s trying for. In his final term of Healer training, Draco is unfortunate enough to find himself on a plane, the only means of traveling to a small, magical town in rural Alaska.

Super Rich Kids by @thusspoketrish (E, 81k)

Draco Malfoy has become disillusioned by the glitz and glamour of the scandalous lives of the Post-Second Wizarding War Pureblood Elite. Enter: one existential crisis, one group of thieving cynical friends, and several terrible, terrible decisions.

A Thousand Beautiful Things by geoviki (M, 104k)

Draco Malfoy struggles with changed fortunes, shifted alliances, an ugly war, and an unusual spell, with the help of a concerned professor, an insightful house-elf, and an unexpected Gryffindor friend.

Nor All That Glisters by @sweet-s0rr0w (E, 110k)

Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isn’t a total idiot.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl (M, 114k)

Professor Malfoy's world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (M, 131k)

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

Any Instrument by @dictacontrion (E, 131k)

Draco Malfoy wouldn't go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can't control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

There Is Always the Moon by @firethesound (T, 159k)

Draco's life after the war is everything he wanted it to be: it's simple, and quiet, and predictable, and safe. But when a mysterious curse shatters the peace he'd worked so hard to build, there's only one person he can trust to help him. After all, Harry Potter has saved his life before. Now Draco has to believe that Potter will be able to do it one more time.

[yourlocalshrimp318]

My mom is now part of the ineffable fandom.

We finished season 1 and, wahoo, she really liked it. She is very sad that Azi and Crowley didn’t kiss, but the end was cute. She said that.

When Crowley’s car catched fire, she was a little bit down because the car was so pretty, but also quite impressed by its performance. Also the Queen music was absolute peak, because mom is a huuuge Queen fan.

M. said (quite often) that Shadwell is a very disgusting man. He looks like he smells bad. I understand her tbh.

She looked at me in utter confusion when I loudly said „Wahoo“ when Crowley introduced the m25.

When we first saw death, her comment was: „omg is it Freddie Mercury? That’d be so funny!“ uhhh no mom. Not really.

„Please Adam, calm the fuck down. You are not that important!“ she said, really annoyed by Adam. No one should be such an ass to their friends.

Anathema is now certified very beautiful by my mother. She is right.

She noticed that the one soldier dude read „American Gods“ by Neil Gaiman and thought it was funny.

Newt is very funny and M. was very keen to find out why is car is called „Dick Turpin“

„Now why do these guys look so toasted?“ she asked, being utterly terrified by the weird looks of the horsemen. „And why is death so ugly?“ I don’t know mother. Maybe because he is Death??

During the last episode she didn’t say much. Sadly.

But Satan is a certified drama queen. By my mother.

She laughed as Michael entered: „haha he looks like David Bowie!“

„Gabriel is a dick, Aziraphale didn’t do anything??“

„Why can’t they just state their feelings?“

And lastly: „Blodie here such a British person!“ nuh-uh mom. Not exactly. But I do get you.

She was very relieved when she saw that the bookshop was there again. Absolutely relatable.

M. had good time, she is excited for season 2. She hopes for a happy ending. I am a little bit scared.

„Cute story. Looking forward to the rest“

Good night/day people!

[wildbwills]

Gone

I’d considered the idea of a “Newt got taken instead” AU but after getting this ask I really wanted to write it

@zer0brainc3lls also wrote their own version which you should totally check out :)

Warning: Pretty typical WICKED behaviour as well as a scene in which a character is choked.

1.7k words

“Newt I want you to understand you were never worthless in this experiment, we needed you just as much as we needed Thomas or Minho, Even Alby’s death was vital in our-“

“You’re a murderer,” Newt said passively. Teresa looked away from him, dragging her hand down her hair and pushing it slowly behind her shoulder.

“I understand it can be hard to see the scope of the experiment,”

“You killed him. You killed Zart, and then Alby, then Chuck,  Winston, and every other boy I can’t remember the name of, you killed them all.”

Teresa’s hands went back to her hair. Her fingers tugged through it nervously.

“Necessary sacrifices, Newt don’t you want a cure? Don’t you want to be cured? If we find it, you'll be healed, you’ll be saved.”

“And my bloody friends get the cure drained out of their little shuck brains until they’re raisins down in your basement no thanks,” Newt hissed.

Teresa moved her hair again, this time to the front of her shoulder. Newt wanted to rip it off her head, watch her bleed from the scalp down her long white coat.

“You killed those kids.”

“Newt, try to understand-“

Somethin’ snapped inside of him, Newt lunged up, his hands catchin’ on the cuffs that barred him to the table, he yanked at them, pullin’ until they cut into his wrists, Teresa screamed, stepping back. 

Her shoes had heels on them, he heard the little clicks of them on the tiled floor. How could she have gone into the Glade? How could she have run through the maze and fought those Greivers? How could she have come back to put on her pretty little shoes? She was never one of them. She would never be one of them. She was a bloody traitor. Teresa spoke into a radio at her belt, she looked at him with wide, fearful eyes. Newt pulled again, his wrists screaming, he opened his mouth, roarin’ at her.

“YOU MURDERER, YOU LYING TRAITOR!”

Teresa looked away from him, her hair had been ruffled just slightly, her jacket wrinkled. Teresa opened the door to the tiny room they were contained in, She quickly stepped out, shuttin’ the door and quickly shufflin’ away, her shoes clicking loudly against the floor.

Newt watched the heel of her stocking covered foot slip out of the back of her shoe. Just for a moment, and then her hair, her shoes, and her lyin’ ugly mouth were gone.

WICKED guards came in, they grabbed Newt and sedated him.

Newt woke up with his world pleasantly turned into soft nothingness. They’d given him The Bliss again. It was reliving. Newt fell asleep on his little white cot, his head reeling with thoughts of his friends, of Minho, of Thomas. He selfishly hoped they’d come back for him. They shouldn’t, he had the bloody flare, he was a dead shank walking.

The next mornin’ he woke up, was given more of The Bliss and then taken into a little side room. A scientist sat him down on a chair. Newt almost wanted to laugh, nothin’ was funny but the Bliss made everythin’ so light. He could hardly feel himself breathin’ or standin’ or sitting. A buzzin’ sound started up, one he was distantly familiar with. Newt tried to turn his head, it was gently guided back to look straight ahead. Newt tried again. The hands reset his position again, this time more harshly.

“Mate I just want to see the bees you got there-“ Newt joked. 

His head was pushed down slightly, he tried to look up but a strong hand kept his head down. Newt had no shuckin’ clue what was goin’ on. 

Then he felt it on the back of his head. The buzzin’ was against his skull, his skin. As the noise went down his head Newt watched from the corner of his eye, a snake of hair slither down his shoulder and fall into his lap. More snakes fell, Newt had his eyes locked on his knees. The cool circulating air went across the back of his head. Newt started to laugh to himself, just snorting and chuckling. How his hair had gotten so long he’d never really known. He’d shown up in the Glade with it shaggy and never cut it. He’d never been too attached to it, never cared much for it, and somethin’ about it all slidin’ away down his shoulders was so odd. It wasn’t funny. Newt really wished he could cry now actually, he really wished he could cry.

They attached sensors to the sides of his head, They gave him more of The Bliss. They recorded numbers, more Bliss. Newt caught his reflection in a window, as they passed through towards his room. He looked sorta like Gally had when he first showed up, head all shaved. Newt stared at his reflection, stoppin’. One of the guards shoved him forward, Newt stumbled on. His head was so much lighter.

The Bliss wore off that night. Newt woke up clutchin’ his head. Right. Gone. He turned over, steppin’ out of bed and walkin’ to the door. He banged on it a few times. The door stayed closed and locked. It almost felt like he was in another trial. What was this one? See how long they could keep a Crank as a pet? Newt turned around, lookin’ for something, somethin’ that wasn’t there. Newt laid back down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Why had Tommy ever loved Teresa? She was a rat and a liar. Why had Tommy  ever loved her? How could he? Did he still? Was Newt goin’ to waste away here? Would Tommy love that new girl, Brenda? Did Tommy Love him?

Newt stayed awake for a while, thinkin’ about a lot of things. His leg ached. His leg always ached.

Newt saw Teresa in the Halls, just as he was bein’ taken to be scanned again. He saw her. She caught his eye in a glinting second, before she swiftly turned around as if nothin’ had happened, clickin’ away. 

Newt with his cuffs tight on his wrists turned and ran after her, Teresa’s shoes clicked like a shuckin’ Griever. She’d helped to make them right? The Greivers? 

How funny was it that a Greiver could still make Newt klunk his pants, but here the girl who made them was runnin’ from him. Newt turned sharply and used his body to slam her into the wall, she shrieked, holdin’ up her clipboard to defend herself she screamed for the guards, thrashin’ her head and hair. Newt wrapped the chains between his wrists around her neck pullin’ as tight as he could, chokin’ her screams from her throat. The clipboard clattered to the floor. Teresa’s eyes locked on his, Newt leaned in to watch them, to watch how they watched him, her mouth openin’ and closin’ silently, her lip trembling.

“He’ll never forgive you,” Newt sneered at her, “You could have your cure but you’ll never have him,” Newt grit the words through his teeth, 

Teresa pried at his hands with her polished nails. Newt could hear the steps of guards approaching. “You’ll have your cure but they’ll all know some day.”

Hands fell on him, wrenchin’ him back, Teresa came forward too, still caught on his chain, she fell into him, her body touching his felt disgusting. Newt undid the chain, shovin’ her away, she croaked out a horrible broken sound, Newt fought the guards draggin’ him away, “YOU CAN’T KILL EVERY LAST SHANK WITH A MOUTH, SOMEDAY EVERYONE WILL KNOW WHAT A LITTLE TRAITOR YOU ARE!” Newt roared the words as people swarmed him, and descended upon Teresa. 

She was crumpled on the ground, her hair out like a river, her coat thrown wide, her shoes fallen from her feet, her neck bruised beyond recognition.

Newt was not returned to his room. He was taken to a grey cell. He waited there, his head spinnin’. They were going to kill him now, weren’t they? Newt had his head in his hands. It would be mercy to die now, before the Flare took hold completely, before he gave over to it.

His cell door came open, Newt looked up from his hands. A guard stood outside. Newt got up slowly. Two guards came inside and grabbed his arms, one of them took a needle and stuck him with somethin’,Newt was led from the room. his mind went funny and blank and blurry. They hadn’t given him the bliss, this was different. Newt stumbled along with the guards, they brought him to the lift, he stepped inside. They brought him out, and then they brought him to a hall. 

The guards let go of him, shov e him forward slightly and then stepped back. They closed the doors behind him and dissapeared.

Newt was alone. 

His vision swam, he couldn’t think. There was another door at the end of the hallway. Newt stumbled towards it. The door was unlocked, he pulled it open, steppin’ inside. It was dark on the other side. The door shut behind him, and Newt had a feeling it wouldn’t open again.

Then the smell hit him, the rotting smell, then the sound of them, there were Cranks here. Newt grabbed at the handle of the door, rattlin’ it. It was locked. Newt’s eyes flicked over the darkness around him, why weren’t they on him? Were they gettin’ closer? Newt had no weapon, would they tear him to shreds? Did they know he’d be a Crank soon too?

He waited in slow seconds, hearin’ the pounding of his heart and the growls and hushed whispers of the Cranks. Newt’s eyes adjusted. He slowly realized the cranks were all separated by a chain link cage around them. Newt was in his own separate box. He stepped forward, pressing a hand against the wall.

Newt slowly moved to the floor, sitting down. His head was still groggy from whatever they’d given him. Newt stared out of the box, he watched the Cranks in the box opposite him, he watched them writhe, claw at the box and recoil.

Newt knew in his chest he wasn’t going to leave this place. A box that big had taken him up once, taken him up to the Glade. He’d been afraid then too, but this time the box wasn’t going anywhere.

George, Nick, Zart, Winston, Gally, Chuck, Clint, Jeff, Frypan, Minho, Thomas.

Newt held his head in his hands.

Bloody Tommy.

He was going to miss that shank.

[rene-hl-trashcan]

Unbreakable Vow

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy (Video Game) Relationships: Cariad x Riz (MC x MC) Summary : Riz finally decided to propose. Notes : @starryslytherin0 and I had a conversation about CaRiz, so I started brainrotting 💀 Warnings : No beta cuz I die like Ranrok's Loyalists.

Riz is not the one to be shaken.

His composure is one of the few things he likes about himself. He held his control over himself and the situation with an unforgiving grip, not letting anything crack his composure even in the most awful or unexpected situations.

The world has dealt him some pretty messed up cards before, yet he took them on without so much of a flinch.

Ekrizdis Mors doesn't get nervous.

(Occasionally, he made people nervous, yes, but he hardly ever felt that particular emotion himself.)

Not now, though.

He's nervous and he welcomed it.

The thundering thumps of his heart against his ribs were both foreign and new to him. It was strangely comforting, to be honest.

Good Merlin, would it be too ridiculous to say that it made him feel alive?

Perhaps.

Perhaps, it's indeed ridiculous but he's elated all the same.

Riz has always been accepting of the consequences of his actions. If he ended up dying in a battle, at least he died fighting. If he was scorned by his fellow schoolmates back in school, at least he had remained true to himself despite said choices not being the choices that made him a likable person among his peers. If he chose to go against Professor Fig's wish and took the ancient magic for himself, it's for the better since he managed to cure Anne because of it. If Solomon hated his guts for calling out the obvious neglect and emotional abuse the man inflicted on Sebastian right on their first meeting, Riz couldn't cared less because, at the very least, his bluntness opened a path for that small family to work on their issues.

 If he's rejected now—

—ah, he refused to think about that.

His gaze caught the familiar bluish glow tinted with red—his own ancient magic infused into a delicate bracelet—and Riz couldn't stop the soft fond smile from spreading on his face. The bracelet glittered under the moonlight, the dangling charms tinkling as Cariad twirled to the music of the night.

(Though the only music lulling him to this state of peaceful bliss was the melody of her carefree laughter.)

He called it a promise ring, despite it being a bracelet. He was so sure that he wanted her to be in his life forever. Thus, making his intention known was the most sensible course of action. Arvis and Sofija hadn't raised him to be a sorry excuse of a communication failure, after all. He has always been taught to verbalise his wants and needs, especially if it involves other people.

Cariad wasn't a mind-reader.

Merlin, even if she was one,  Riz would still make his intention known and crystal clear to her. Miscommunication and assumptions would kill any hope for the type of relationship he's looking for.

He wanted a future with her and he made sure she knew that.

Perhaps they were too young then—fresh out of the NEWT exam—but Riz is not the one to doubt himself.

He desired a long-lasting future with her.

She made his heart beat a little lighter. Her sheer presence softened his seemingly cold harsh edges. She made his smile more genuine and his world a bit brighter.

He was so sure of his heart and thus he offered a vow; one that she so graciously accepted and showcased to the public in the form of that delicate bracelet.

A dark voice from the deep recess of his mind whispered that he just shackled her freedom with that 'promise ring'. To offer her a promise of 'together forever' at such a green age was nothing but a prison she so willingly let herself be trapped in. They were so stupidly young after all. She had options—perhaps better ones too—but the magic he weaved into the carved metal was a glaring warning sign that kept her other suitors away, limiting her options to only him.

It was a shackle of his ugly possessiveness that he put around her wrist, that dark voice told him.

The ring in his pocket was nothing but a pretty golden cage for her too, that dark voice mocked him.

Riz shushed that voice from talking more nonsense. He wanted Cariad in his life and he was not the one who would second-guess his own stance.

And his stance was crystal clear since the day he escaped Death with not relief as he should be feeling but instead the lingering fear of not having a future with her.

It haunted him since. The sheer thought that Death could come too easily for him. One wrong move, one tiny little sign that he could have missed and he would've ended up dying before he realised it.

That was the moment Riz had the revelation.

It's not Death that he feared, but the whole idea of not being able to spend more time with her.

Asking for her hand in marriage seemed all too reasonable now that they both grew to become a pair of stable and functioning adults.

He already asked for approval from her family. He spent these past few years making it near impossible for her family to deny him, after all. 

They might be from completely different universes, but he had put his mind to it, ensuring that dinner visits and frequent exchange of letters with her family made their way so seamlessly into his schedule.

It took effort and time to integrate himself into her family, notwithstanding the whole multiverse part, but Riz is nothing but an incredibly patient and resourceful man.

Perhaps that dark voice in his head was right—that he was manipulative for approaching this matter in such a way, weaving his way to fit every corners of her life so that she could see no better option than him.

It might have been a manipulation strategy, but Riz personally thought that marriage is the union of two families. Had she said yes, her mother would be his too. Had she said yes, Riz hoped that Eloise would be happy to embrace a son instead of a son-in-law into the family. Similarly, despite the initial wariness, Riz also had hoped that Liam would be happy (however begrudgingly) to embrace him as a younger brother instead of a mere brother-in-law.

It’s not two souls that would be bonded in a marriage but instead two families becoming one; or at least that what Riz had been raised to believe in.

He treasured the years he spent getting to know the Faiythe family. He genuinely cherished the weekly exchange of letters with Eloise—getting all of Cariad’s childhood stories and shenanigans that never failed to make him chuckle. Connecting Arvis and Safija with Cariad's mother might not be a good idea in the long run, but Riz could swallow the embarrassment of his childhood stories being aired during family dinners if he got to see his parental figures and Eloise having fun exchanging fond parenting memories. He found solace and comfort from the way Liam’s eyes softened whenever Ieva roped the man into her shenanigans, seeing flashes of how loved Cariad was from the way Liam was indulging Ieva.

He weaved himself and his family into this warm tapestry of her life, and getting his reward when her mother doted on him; Liam finally offered him a begrudging yet fond approval (all the while seemingly revisiting his role as a doting older brother Riz has always failed to be for Ieva); and for his own parental figures to embrace Cariad into their loving arms. Avania has long approved him back when they were in school—all thanks to the combined effort of Milred and Sylvia.

With the approvals and blessings from both sides of family secured, it's hers the only blessing that he's seeking for.

"Riz~" Cariad sang, blue eyes glittered in genuine admiration, flitting from rows upon rows of the roses in the garden. "Your garden is beautiful!"

She eventually stopped to take a whiff of the roses; and that dark voice resurfaced from the depths of his mind again, mocking him for how pathetically obsessed he was with her.

Did she notice that the blue roses were designed to match her eyes so that he could still has a fragment of her even when they were multiverses apart?

(Oh how he needed that splash of exquisite blue to comfort him whenever he couldn’t visit her in her world.)

He hoped she didn’t notice.

That voice had a point—it was ugly, how obsessive Riz was over Cariad that a mere shade of blue that reminded him of her eyes was enough to comfort him from missing her too much.

His desire and need for her were ugly, and he didn’t want to scare her away with that.

Blissfully oblivious, Cariad finally stopped twirling around and turned to meet his gaze, her eyes sparkled with joy and her cheeks flushed rosy to the same shades of peony that bloomed alongside the roses.

And like the smitten fool he was, Riz found his breath hitched at the sight.

He blinked—slowly and owlishly—when she leaned close to a rose, pointing to her eyes with the brightest and sweetest little grin he had ever seen on a human being.

(Is she even a human, though? Someone so ethereal like this couldn’t possibly be human, no?)

“Look, we match~!” she giggled, blinking her eyes as she nuzzled her cheek to the blue petals.

Her voice was the music to his ear, much like her mere presence was the sun in his life.

The white dress looked good on her too, a stark contrast to the dimness of his garden. She nearly looked ethereal like that, bathed in the mystical glow of the moonlight with his magic from the bracelet glittering around her as she twirled around.

Ethereal and majestic.

Oh, how far has he fallen for this beautiful woman.

Almost like in a trance, he approached her, conjuring a single blue rose—because he knew she wouldn’t be happy if he picked one from the bushes right now—and offered it to her, his other hand rested over his chest as he bowed ever so slightly, levelling a gentle eye contact with her.

“May I have the honour for a dance?”

He was barely able to restrain the sudden huff of laughter from escaping his lips when her cheeks flushed to a deeper pink.

Too cute.

He kept his composure though, simply smiling when she nodded and reached out for his cuff, tugging ever so slightly that this time he did huff a genuine laughter. He tucked the rose in her hair, grasping her hand that was still eagerly holding on to his cuff, while his other hand found her petite waist.

And as natural as breathing, they both slipped into a silent dance—only the two of them in the garden surrounded with flowers and trees—with her merry giggles and the noises of the night as the music that guided their dance.

Riz was in a trance the whole time, his red gaze fixed on her whole existence. He marveled at the way her blue eyes glittered in the moonlight. The rosy flush of her cheeks fascinated him to no end, keeping his unwavering devoted gaze on her face while his ears tuned to her voice and only her voice, hearing nothing but the pure infectious joy of her giggles.

He has never felt warmth—he physically couldn’t—but the steady pulse under his thumb and the softness of her smile made him wonder if this was what warmth would feel like to normal people.

To say that Cariad bewitched him was perhaps an understatement.

Riz was utterly entranced, his smile remained soft and besotted even as they reached the end of the dance, where they both stepped back from each other, his muscle memory was the one moving his body to bow as she curtsied.

Perhaps he was truly bewitched, or he was nothing but a mere smitten fool, but there was no thought process in Riz’s mind. He was moving on instinct, fueled simply by the deepest desire he used to keep guarded in his heart when he grasped her hand, and planted a kiss over her knuckles, his lips lingered longingly on her ring finger before he slowly let her go.

His gaze never left hers as he got on one knee, offering the small box that has weighed so heavily in his pocket this whole time.

She was already flushing and stuttering even before he opened the box, but her breath hitched once her gaze fell on the ring and he knew she finally—finally—saw his ugly obsession.

The glittering rose-shaped gemstone pulsed in the magic they both were awfully familiar with—the calm blue tinted with red that was the result of his choice back in the repository so many years ago—and he wondered what was going on in her mind right now. Perhaps she was repulsed? Was his offering too possessive for her comfort?

Yes, that dark voice in his mind mocked again. Do you think she wants to wear your tainted magic?

That did make Riz second-guessed himself.

He was the only one among his little group of ancient magic wielders across the multiverses to have his magic tainted red after all.

Would she even want to wear a gem made of his tainted magic?

But Riz already made his bed, thus he squared his shoulders and finally asked;

“May I have the privilege of forever with you?”

The voice in his mind has already cackled, mocking his impending rejection because she was his sun—the purest angel he has ever gotten the privilege to be around in his life—while he was the literal terror of a dark wizard with a rap sheet fitting to live up to the horrid reputation of his namesake.

How dare he covets such a pure being when he’s so tainted?

Riz was so deep in his thought to notice the tears glazing over Cariad’s eyes, hence was caught completely off-guard when she pounced onto him, toppling them both on the ground. Her hand found his, slotting their hands together like perfect puzzle pieces while her other hand curved around the angle of his jaw.

“Yes,” she sang, blinking out tears and choking out merry giggles at the same time. “Forever. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

And the voice went to complete silence, leaving Riz blinking like a stunned fool, unable to register and comprehend what had just happened. He was still stunned when she leaned in for a kiss, and this time she was the one who took the lead, pinning him on the floor, kissing him with feverish reverence, filling his mind with nothing but the feel of her existence.

It took him a while to snap out of it, but he eventually reciprocated, releasing her hand just long enough to fumble with the ring, grasping her smaller hand tight once he slipped the ring to its rightful place around her finger, his other hand wrapped around her waist with the desperation he has never shown before.

Neither noticed the literal sparks from their joined hands—pure blue glow spread from her hand that wrapped his whole body while red-tinted blue spread from his hand to embrace her much smaller frame. Neither of them noticed that the fondness dripping from the names they whispered in between kisses and gasps had become a mantra of their vow of love and eternity. Neither of them realised that her strings of ‘yes’ and his responding soft gratitude were the seal of their vow—unbreakable and invincible, protected by their combined formidable magic.

Neither of them noticed, and honestly it didn’t matter.

They’re in love and bonded—and honestly that’s all that mattered.

THE END

[eventinelysplayground]

Shattered

This is my second last fic for my 50 follower event and was requested by the delightful @fang-and-feather whose ask I put up on Tuesday if you want to take a look. This fic was hard to get the idea for but then I ended up getting an element I wanted and built two different ideas around that that weren't working so I dissected them and took parts of both along with the element and here it is. I had a lot of fun with this one, it felt like I could be a bit more daring with it in a way. I also switch pov at the end but it's mostly in Comtes. I hope you enjoy the fic Fang and thanks so much for the congrats and all your support especially when I first started out you have no idea how much it meant to me. An outing, a memory and one bad action tempt Comte. Mentions of alcohol, suspected infidelity, pregnancy and blood, WC approx 1929.

The night was warm with the subtle scent of flowers carried on the wind as the moon danced in and out between the clouds. Comte stood alone on the balcony, a glass in one hand and a half empty bottle of whiskey on the top rail. He had managed to outrun his thoughts since this afternoon but now in the stillness of the night he was at their mercy.

She looked absolutely stunning this afternoon, her smile was so radiant.

Comte took a long sip from his glass then let out a short self deprecating chuckle.

Really, this is unbecoming of me. It was all my own choices, I have no one else to blame. It's for the best anyway I would only have ruined her life.

When he had first started to notice that Mitsuki and Arthur were developing feelings for eachother he said nothing, believing his own feelings for her nothing but a passing desire that would be quickly forgotten. He'd had more than his fair share of romances just like that in even his long lifetime and yet…yet as time continued forward he realized just how wrong he was.

Mitsukis appearance at the mansion had brought a light and joy to their lives. She had touched all their hearts but only Arthur had been able to touch hers. Every time he witnessed them together, their happiness, devotion, love for one another, the warmth he felt to see her so happy warred with an ugly darkness in his heart. The darkness only grew as time went on and Mitsuki got even closer to him.

She certainly did manage to work her way past all my walls without even trying. She's always reached out and tried to see the best in everyone even then….

‘What were you thinking!?’

‘I knew you were a filthy klootzak but this is low even for you.’

‘Didn't think you'd be the type to settle down but I hoped for cara mias sake that I was wrong.’

‘How did you not even make it six months!?’

‘Newt, What the bloody hell are you all going on about!?’

‘You're going to play dumb?’

Theo had moved to grab Arthur by the lapels and Comte had been the one to stop him.

‘Calm down all of you, let's see if Arthur has anything to say at least.’

‘Anything to say to what? I don-’

‘You better think of something better than that after the way cara mias been crying.’

‘Wait, Mitsuki is upset? What happened?’

‘Like you don't know.’

‘Arthur enough games-’

‘I swear Comte I'm not playing any g-’

Arthur's eyes had gone wide with a sudden revelation.

‘Mitsuki!’

Arthur went to run past them up the stairs but Napoleon caught him by the arms.

‘Damn it all, let go Leon! I swear to all of you this isn't what you think. That bird was-’

‘Choose your next words very carefully Arthur.’

Comtes eyes were cold and voice commanding.

‘That bird was someone I had spent a few nights with years ago before Mitsuki ever arrived. She had gone overseas, family issues or something I honestly don't remember but she's been gone for years and just got back and-’

‘And she's been gone long enough she had no idea.’

‘Exactly! I was coming back from my publishers when she just bloody well threw herself into my arms and started kissing me. I mean do you all really not know me better than that? I've answered enough of your questions, I need to see Mitsuki.’

‘Let him go Napoleon but Arthur, you best be telling the truth, for your own sake if not for hers.’

Comte recalled that the whole mansion was tense that night and they all took turns keeping an ear out for any hint of trouble from a respectable distance. After a few hours Leonardo had come down smirking and declaring that ‘any screaming now wouldn't be from anger’. It had only been about eight months prior and the emotions that just the memory of that incident brought forward caused Comte to smash his glass on the top rail littering it with glass.

She's too good and pure for him. Forgiving him after hurting her like that even if it was unintentional, and now be giving him a child after it all.

Comte sighed and looked down at the broken glass.

Well now, that wasn't very mature of me. I should be happy that she forgave him and they're able to continue to be so happy…

Comte lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, drinking back the last of its contents. He looked up into the night sky smiling as his thoughts returned to the afternoon.

‘Don't you think that this is all a bit much?’

‘Whatever do you mean?'

‘I mean you've bought multiple things from every store we've been in today! I didn't need those new dresses and on top of that you're also spoiling this baby before it even gets here!’

‘Nonsense Cherie, I could never dote on you or the child enough to ever come close to spoiling either of you. You deserve all of it and more.’

‘Really I-'

Suddenly they had both heard soft laughter from nearby. When Comte turned around there was an older woman standing there smiling fondly at them.

‘Just let him do as he pleases dearie, if your husband's anything like mine was nothing you say will deter him.’

‘Oh but he’s-’

‘Listen to her words of wisdom ma Cherie, plus have you ever been able to convince me before?’

‘Well no…’

‘If it makes you feel better dear , think of it as payment for the hard work soon to come.’

‘Who are you bothering now?’

The older woman clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes.

‘I’m not bothering anyone, I was just telling the young dear here to accept as many gifts as her husband desired to provide her and their child with.’

The old gentleman who had approached quickly cast an appraising look over Mitsuki then Comte noticed his lips turning up into a faint yet fond smile.

‘A word of advice son, pace yourself unless you don't mind spending all your wealth spoiling them.’

‘See he agrees with me, you're spoiling them already.’

‘I still say you should let him.’

‘Hahaha of course you would, come my dear leave the young couple to enjoy themselves.’

‘If you insist, oh but wait! Congratulations to you both.’

‘Comte, why didn't you correct them?’

‘Hmmm? Is the thought of being married to me that horrible?’

‘No, of course not! I didn't mean-’

‘Haha it’s alright cherie, honestly they just seemed happy and besides it didn't cause any harm’

‘I suppose not.’

It was nice to dream if only for a brief moment. If I hadn't dismissed my feelings, not been afraid to lose what we did have then maybe…

“Comte?”

The sudden voice startled Comte and he turned towards the door.

“Cherie, what are you doing up so late?”

“Sleeping is becoming incredibly difficult lately and this heat isn't helping. What about you, could you not sleep?”

I wish it were that simple.

“Something like that, come let me take you back inside.”

“No, I'd prefer to stay out here. The breeze is really cool and-”

“Cherie don't-”

“Ouch!”

Comtes warning came too late as Mitsuki placed her hand on top of the shards of broken glass. Blood began to trickle down her palm and fingers momentarily freezing him to the spot.

“I'm so sorry, Comte! I should have been more careful.”

Comte said nothing, his gaze fixed on the trails of blood while the rest of him desperately fought the intense burning in his throat.

“I should go and get-”

“No!”

“Comte?”

Comte closed the small distance between them staring down at Mitsukis bloodied hand for a moment before lifting it upwards.

Maybe it wouldn't have to be a dream.

Comte lifted Mitsukis hand higher to his lips and lapped at her blood before sinking his fangs into her soft flesh. The taste of her blood on his tongue as it passed over it and down his throat was heavenly and sweet. He felt her knees begin to give and wrapped an arm tightly around her waist as he-

“Comte!?”

Comte shook his head slightly as he was pulled back to reality, he held Mitsukis hand dangerously close to his lips. She was looking at him with wide eyes filled with fear and confusion.

I just need another minute... to compose myself.

Comte took his free hand and removed a shared of glass from Mitsukis palm before removing a handkerchief and pressing it into her slightly trembling fingers.

“There doesn't appear to be any more glass in the wound.”

“Thank you for checking.”

Comte could tell Mitsuki was relaxing again and so he released her hand and started walking towards the door.

“Wait here cherie. I'll go and fetch a first aid kit and send Arthur or Sebastian out with it. We wouldn't want you to wander into any of the other residents like that.”

“Alright.”

Comte left the balcony without another word or a backward glance. His throat was burning out of control and his mind was racing.

That was too close, how could I have scared her like that! She looked so frightened and-

“Luv? Oh Comte, sorry old chap I thought I smelled-”

Comte looked down at his hand and noticed he had traces of Mitsukis blood on him.

“She's fine Arthur, just a bad cut. I was actually on my way to get a first aid kit then find you or Sebastian.”

“Where is she?”

“On the balcony.”

Comte watched Arthur head off down the hallway towards the balcony for a moment then continued on to his own room where he locked the door behind him.

Arthur found Mitsuki standing on the balcony cradling her hand, one of Comtes handkerchiefs pressed against it.

“What happened luv?”

“Arthur! I just cut myself on some glass that's all.”

Arthur took in the scene before him and put together with what Mitsuki told him of her and Contes outing and the way he looked it made his eyebrows furrow.

“Are you sure you're alright?”

“Yes, Comte took the shard of glass out and then gave me his handkerchief.”

Arthur let go of a breath he wasn't aware he was holding as he inspected Mitsukis hand. Finding no shards he began to wrap her palm.

“Once the bleeding has mostly stopped I'll clean and wrap it properly for you. It shouldn't take long, now come here.”

Arthur pulled Mitsuki towards him, placing a kiss to the top of her belly before turning her away from him and wrapping his arms tightly around her. They stood there in silence for awhile when Mitsuki suddenly tilted her head upwards.

“Was Comte ok?”

“Why do you ask luv?”

“He seemed….hurt.”

Arthur sighed remembering the fevered look in Comtes eyes and glimpse of his fangs he had caught during their brief exchange.

“It's nothing that won't heal with time.”

“Are you sure?”

Arthur looked down at Mitsuki and saw the concern in her eyes. He wasn't sure at all but he couldn't bear to tell her that so he smiled and kissed the top of her nose.

“The old chap is stronger than he looks so don't worry about him, just focus on this right now.”

Arthur moved his hands to caress over Mitsukis belly and she laughed.

“Alright Arthur, I trust you.”

I really do hope his willpower holds out but regardless… I know we'll both do what we need to do to keep you safe.

[aziraphales-library]

Hi there, hope you are doing well!

I was wondering if you knew of any fics, preferably explicit but not necessarily, that feature Crowley in drag? I’ve found a lot of she/her or otherwise fem!Crowley fics, but very few that broach the subject of cross-dressing/drag as a male-identifying entity.

Apologies for the weirdly specific request. Thank you so much for all y’all do by the way, this blog is an absolute gem!

Hello. I can't find loads, unfortunately. But here are a couple with Crowley in drag and a couple with Aziraphale in drag...

from tonight, I know that you're the only one by wowgaypeople (T)

Aziraphale, new to SoHo, goes to the wrong door of a gay club. Crowley is on the other side of that door. Antics ensue.

The Stylings of Madam Glena by altsernative (T)

It's 1977, eight years after Aziraphale said "You got too fast for me," and Crowley hasn't seen him since. In Aziraphale's absence, Crowley helps set up the Sundown Club, a gay bar in Soho. He tells himself--and downstairs--that it's building a space for "workers of inequity," although he finds comfort in the community. He's settled into a quiet routine of drinking at the bar every week until a beautiful drag queen captures his attention. Crowley feels unexpected things. It's weird. And where is Aziraphale?

Angel, Please by GhostOfCallisto (M)

Crowley and Aziraphale are both regular old humans who met under human circumstances. Crowley is a part of a struggling band called Hellish Rebuke with the demon crew, Aziraphale is a former drag queen named Angel Fell attempting to be a professional dancer. Maggie and Nina are best friends with Crowley and big fans of his band.

Love in a Family Dose by Fledglinger, thewalrus_said (G)

Crowley thumped his head against the door and thought a quick, sarcastic prayer at a God who had never, not once, had his back. “Aziraphale,” he said, trying for patience. “Open this door.” “Go away!” his husband shrieked. “You can’t see me like this!” “I’ve seen you every way imaginable,” Crowley said, trying the knob again. “Whatever state you’re in can’t be much worse. Newt! Get this door open!” “Sorry, Miss Azi,” he heard their housekeeper mumble, and then something heavy was moved away from the door and it swung open to reveal Newt, pale face flushed and pale hair disheveled. Crowley pushed past him into the room as Aziraphale shrieked again and disappeared behind his dressing screen.

Dust Shalt Thou Eat by ARealPip, Nix Laurel (E)

After the world doesn't end, Crowley and Aziraphale get a room at the Ritz and start working out what it means for them to be together. They can swap bodies and touch each other's souls, but their bodies interact with the world very differently from each other. Crowley's body is cursed by God, and he can't taste food. And Aziraphale, like all angels, doesn't experience sexual arousal. Now that they are together, they can expand each other's horizons. But relationships, even magical ones, are delicate and complicated, and being able to hear your partner's thoughts doesn't mean that you will agree on everything. Two magical lovers find ways to heal each other, to escape their past, and to protect Earth from all those bastards in Heaven and Hell.

Saving Eden by Aspiring_Eccentric (E)

Crowley had left Eden fully expecting death in one form or another. But what if he didn’t have to die? What would happen if he made it out of this? Trials and paperwork and news articles. His life would be ripped apart and exposed, ugly and raw to the world. But maybe it needed to happen if he wanted any chance at building a future. He’d tried running before, first burying what he was, and then who. And each time it had only led to worse things, to this. This fucking, suffocating mess that left him at the mercy of a merciless man.... Both Anthony Crowley and Ezra Fell feel stuck. Their lives have fallen into patterns they feel they have little control over, Crowley’s is controlled by a manipulative boss, and Ezra’s by his passive acceptance that he should be grateful for what he has. When the two lives cross, there are instant sparks. But will Crowley’s secrecy about his past, and his current situation, push Ezra away? A meet-cute that changed into a midlife crisis. A midlife crisis that changed into a lifelong devotion. Sometimes, persisting to exist is its own act of revolution.

- Mod D

[braveclementine]

Introductions

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

I looked up at the small, light pink Victorian house that stood in front of me. It looked rather large from the front, what with the. . . gazebo. . .looking thing. . . I don't know what it's called- house attachment to the side and the tower where my bedroom resided, but in reality, it was very small on the inside. It didn't extend very far back.

It was probably the one day out of the year that it wasn't raining in Forks, and for that I was grateful. The sunlight made the house look even more welcoming, the light shining through the glass of the windows.

I didn't really dread the house, though it had been some years since I had been here. More than ten.

Forks, Washington. Named after a common eating utensil. Population- not enough for people not to notice me.

Not that people wouldn't have noticed me anyways.

For one thing, my name was Davina Michaelson. And the only thing I could say about it was that I was glad my last name wasn't spelled Mikelson, because the teasing was bad enough already.

My mother had been ecstatic when she married my father. She had been determined to name me Elijah or Kol or Niklaus or Rebekah when I was born. She was a huge Vampire Diary fan and as a consequence, so was I. Luckily, I got named Davina instead because of my dark brown, almost black, hair and being a girl.

For another thing, I was a complete geek. My favorite things to say were lines from Harry Potter, when conversing about politics I quoted Tom MacDonald, and whenever someone asked if I knew an interesting fact, it was always about animals and usually something sexual.

Did you know that if Female Ferrets don't have sex when they go into heat they die?

I couldn't read enough books. Kane Chronicles, Percy Jackson, Spirit Animals, Red Queen, Hunger Games, Maze Runner, anything fictional, fantasy, and mystical.

Not to mention, reading said books had given me a non-existent romantic life as all of my standards had been lifted by Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Elijah Mikelson (basically all the Mikelsons minus Finn), Damon Salvatore, Alaric Saltzman, Enzo, Marcel, Newt, Minho, Gale, etc.

And then, there's my favorite app- Wattpad.

Sorry, I get it, it's a notorious fanfiction app, but still, that's why I read it. It's basically the only way for me to feel like an actual character in Harry Potter marrying Severus Snape or The Originals marrying Damon Salvatore.

AND SMUT! Except I really hate authors that rob you of reading that juicy part of the book. I mean, if you're going to put the mature label on your book, you might as well write in deep detail, right?

Basically I was on Wattpad 24-7.

But I mean, there's something about older men that's absolutely. . . enticing. Of course, completely illegal but you know, Hollywood made all the older guys hot so we're all fucked up.

Anyways, what was I saying?

Oh right, yes, sticking out in Forks.

So let's see, girl who moved away and came back, nineteen year old going to high school, complete geek. . . missing anything?

My looks I guess.

I'm average. Not slender, not fat. Not extremely beautiful, not entirely ugly either. Average. Someone who normally could've blended in if she had lived here her entire life. Plus I had green and blue streaks in my hair, and I couldn't imagine anyone else in this town having streaks. Not that I had many streaks, and with my dark hair, they barely stood out.

Any more details?

Heart shaped face, doe eyes, brown eyes that matched my hair, not extremely pale skin, but not overly tan either considering I had moved here from Kentucky. Slap in the mild ADHD and OCD and you have me!

Mild meaning I'm not overly ADHD or OCD, mild enough that most people don't notice it if they don't know me well, and even if they do, I'm pretty good at hiding it.

So, what exactly brought me to Forks?

Hmm, good question, be sorry you asked.

I had lived in Forks as a young girl, my best friend being Sam Uley- should see how he's doing now that I'm here- and my parents lived here for a while.

Dad had been in the military and we'd resided in Forks for a few years while he was on leave with his new son- who had the unfortunate luck of being called Kol. I think mom found it funny. Davina and Kol. Now that I've watched the show, I think it's rather disturbing.

But when I was about eight, we moved away to Fort Knox, Kentucky. For the majority of my life, I lived on the base. So I was well trained in martial arts, military tactics, and how to use different guns. I mean, not like they actually taught me, but when I got bored of school, I left, and would sneak into the training room, crouching down in a corner, behind a blind spot of a camera, and look out through the mats.

Mom had signed me up for Tae Kwon Do and Gymnastics when I asked. Everything else I learned from sneaking around and spying.

Anyways, when I turned seventeen, there was a big. . . to-do in the camp. Someone betrayed the soldiers and the camp was destroyed. My parents and brother died. I was one of the very few survivors.

School was put to a stop, I was shifted into foster care while I waited for some relative to come and get me. No relatives showed, I spent year eighteen working and saving money to buy a plane ticket- not even a car- so that I could get here, to Forks, where our home was.

And once I was in Forks, I had access to all the money that mom and dad left me in their will so that was fantastic. I'd still have to work though if I wanted to keep the house.

But it also meant that I could go back to school and get my high school diploma. . . how embarrassing. But no one had to know. No one was going to know.

I carefully fit the bronze key into the locked door, giving it a turn, and then pushing in, turning it. I had never been good with keys and locks, and this house was old.

Luckily, it gave and the door opened. I wrinkled my nose. Well, I was going to have to open all the windows and let the breeze in.

I set the suitcases down by the door, inside, flipping the light switch on. It took a minute for the lights to respond before the house lit up.

I moved around the house, opening all the windows- the ones that would open at least- before moving back downstairs to take care of the furniture.

When we'd left, we'd covered all the furniture with plastic. Now, I took a pocket knife- one I had carved myself with my limited artistic ability- and started working on undoing the plastic carefully, releasing the furniture from its suffocation.

Then there was the cleaning, washing windows, wiping down counters, sweeping the wooden floors, vacuuming the carpeted floors, taking out dishes to wash and then put back away, and unpack my suitcases before finally declaring myself done for the day.

I closed all the windows- just in time as the rain decided it wanted to greet me too- and then headed upstairs, flopped on the bed, and fell asleep without even bothering to look around.

[When you look up circular bedrooms to help get inspiration and they just show you circular beds instead  😑 ]

I woke up, stretching, trying to remember what day it was and if I had anything important I was supposed to be doing. I slid out of bed, taking a look around the slightly familiar bedroom. My bed was built into the wall, and there were two of them as mom had been expecting twins with me- the other not making it.

Across from the beds was my desk, white, clean so far as I hadn't had a chance to do any homework there, along with a pink chair. The bean bag was in the middle of the room, my purse hanging on the door handle.

Adjacent to the beds, across from the window of the tower, was my closet. Because of the circular shape of the room, it was a walk in closet. Shirts and pants hung on one side, bathing suits, dresses, and seasonal clothes were on the other side. I had about three pairs of shoes- sneakers, combat boots, and one pair of heels that were probably too small for me.

By the closet doors was a small bookcase, holding only my favorite books. Hanging above the bookcase was a Harry Potter calendar for eleven years ago. I would have to get a new one.

(minus all the shoes)

I pulled out my phone to check what day it was and sighed in disappointment.

The day I got to start school.

Wonderful.

Grumbling, I headed to the closet, pulling on skinny, light-blue jeans, a long-sleeved olive-green shirt, and my black combat boots. I also grabbed the leather jacket, sliding it over my arms. I grabbed my old backpack, a Hufflepuff themed one with all sorts of pins from every world possible, slinging it over my shoulder and heading downstairs.

As I had no food in the house, my main priority for now was figuring out how I was going to get to school.

I really needed a car.

On a habit whim, I grabbed one of my books, shoving it into my bag, making my way out the front door.

The rain was holding off, but the sky was gray, the air was moist, and I just knew it was going to at least drizzle.

So I grabbed my blue butterfly decorated umbrella too.

My stomach growled with protests as I locked the door, making my way down the empty driveway and then I paused, glancing at the garage. Oh dear.

Hesitantly, both hopeful and not hopeful, I pushed the garage door up. My heart sank and soared at the same time.

I was wrong- I did have a vehicle.

Dad's old Harley Motorcycle sat in the garage. It was a beautiful machine that I had always loved as a kid and my mom had detested calling it 'a death trap'. It was a beautiful shiny teal colour with two large silver containers on the sides that held whatever you wanted to put in there. It would fit two people on the black leather seats.

The good part about the motorcycle was that I now have a vehicle to get myself back and forth to school. The bad part was the 24-7-365 schedule for rain.

I pursed my lips. I could walk or I could ride the motorcycle and put a tarp over it during the day to keep it dry. I could also stash sets of dry clothes in the carriers so that if I had to change my clothes, I could. My bag could easily go in the other one. Along with the umbrella and anything else I needed, which was never much.

I started to grin, feeling lighter now that all of my problems were starting to disappear.

Oh, today was going to be fun.

[toby-du-coeur]

pt 5 scorch trials liveblog

parts 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

this is the scariest scene in the entire trilogy 2. girl WHY ARE YOU STANDING UP have you no idea of weight distribution fucking scoot across the glass -

brenmas together: - not platonic not romantic but a secret third thing {cinematic dumbassery. running away from the light to stare at oncoming Cranks for 30 seconds, standing on cracking glass, etc. etc.}. she truly said i can make him worse - r e a l l y commit to the screaming

i don't blame you, blonde katniss everdeen lookin girl, thomas is very cute and rumpled in this scene i like this whole bit it's sort of hot. and has such manic hunger games Capitol energy

again with the shucking fairy lights!

this old dude with glasses just.. chillin 😂

does this count as a brenderesa kiss? because they were.. alternately kissing thomas? it's a brenderesa kiss in my heart

thomas' heart rn all angst ugly crying

heart to heart in the bi lighting. iconic

brenda just lounging there like a fuckin roman empress watching her found father punch the shit outta this guy

he really does have the apocalypse' most punchable face tho

teresa listening in like ooh i smell betrayal inspiration

they're like oh he's UNHINGED unhinged. father figure acquired

p sure this is the first time he's smiled in the whole damn film also very newt-like tongue behaviour from newt

[fellswap-magenta]

Monster Kid

-Hero

Aliases

UGLY THORNY LIZARD (Asriel)

Japanese Pronouns

Boku / Kimi

＊Brusque and uses somewhat Harsh Language.

＊Lacks Vitality.

＊Same Height as Frisk.

Story

When They first met, Monster Kid was unfriendly toward Frisk.

As They watched Asgore and Toriel treat Frisk as Gently and Lovingly As If Frisk is Their Own Child. Monster Kid took pity on Frisk and stopped being A Cold Attitude to Them.

They told Asriel to stop Bullying Frisk, But He pushed Them away, and said “I DON'T EVEN RECOGNIZE YOU AS MY FAMILY!”

Since Finding Asriel's Sketchbook, They had became overprotective toward Frisk and seeing Asriel’s abusive Behavior toward Frisk As A Danger.

Believes that A Human like Frisk shouldn’t be A Place like This Underground.

When Toriel told Them that Frisk had died in Their sleep Because of The Poison, Monster Kid suspected that Asriel had poisoned Frisk.

They absorbed The SOUL of Frisk, Who died of illness. Monster Kid took Frisk and Their Favorite Stuffed Animal to Their Hometown to fulfill Their Wish to build A Tomb.

The Humans found Monster Kid holding Frisk's Body and Humans tried to kill Them. Monster Kid tried to kill Humans without Hesitation, But Frisk would have none of It.

They returned to The Underground, Embracing Their Stuffed Animal tightly, and turned to Dust.

＊Hi!

＊Frisk, are you there?

Asriel

-Villain

Aliases

Cunning man (Flowey)

Japanese Pronouns

Ore (Boku) / Omae (Kimi)

＊Howdy.

＊I am ASRIEL MURDERER. you will keep mum about this, understood?

＊A Vain and Intrusive Kid.

＊A Tattletale.

＊Does Classic Witch Things.

＊Often dresses up as A Witch and Role-Plays alone.

＊Can makes Lizard Skewers, Gecko and Newt Muffins, and Worm Sandwiches.

＊He really likes to draw in His Sketchbook A Plot to murder Humans miserably. And Now, Next His Target is You.

＊Goes Around telling All Monsters in The Underground How Great His Mom is.

＊Likes His Mom but doesn't like Some Things about Her. Because She didn’t try to murder Frisk in The Most Brutal Way.

＊Likes to say : “DIE” and “I WILL KILL YOU!”

＊Despite Helping Him climb back up from The Edge of The Bridge, He throws Jeers You and Alphys in The Battle with Alphys.

＊He secretly thinks Sans is Pretty Cool.

＊For Some Reason He fears that He may be killed by A Buried Human Corpses.

＊Could probably be FREE EXP.

＊Doesn’t like Pants Outfits. He always wears A Dress. (The Residents of This Underground often wear Skirts or Wraps Except Alphys and Muffet)

Story

One Day Asriel came across Frisk, He persistently questioned about They’re A Human. Frisk couldn’t lie, So They told Him honestly that They had fallen Here. Asriel frustrated that They all left Him out, beat up Frisk until Toriel came to stop Him.

Toriel tried to calm Him down by lying to Asriel that Frisk was not A Human. But He was A Human Maniac in A Bad Way, So He wasn’t convinced. From That Day on He began to bully Frisk.

As The Days went by, His Abuse extended to Asgore and Monster Kid.

He was overjoyed that Toriel killed Frisk. He gave Her A Neon Green Hand-Knit Sweater that says “Mrs. Mom Lady” as The Celebration of Human’s Death.

He didn’t know that Toriel was poisoning Frisk, But He lied He had A Sneaking Suspicion that His Mother was planning Something.

Toriel ordered Asgore to take Frisk's Body and leave Here But Asgore broke down and could do Nothing and Asriel rolls His Eyes.

He put Frisk's Body in A Bag and went to The Ruins with Asgore. He buried Frisk's Body The Right Way But That freaked Him out.

[romance-lover77]

Newt Scamander x Fem Muggle Reader Part 10

Plot: Your Past story with Newt/ Your first time

Warning: Smut +18, Cursing, negative self talk, exaggerated scenes.

You and Queenie rapidly get out of the bedroom and go to open the front door only to reveal that it was Tina.

Queenie folded her arms and stares at Tina scornfully

“Talking of the devil” Queenie said irritably

You couldn’t believe that Queenie was being so straightforward towards her sister and you place your hand on her shoulder with panic “Queenie!”

“No y/n don’t defend her, she has to know that what she did was wrong!”

Oh no… you knew this was going to get ugly, you became very agitated instantly went in between just in case they were to fight. you had your hands up motioning up and down

“Let’s all calm down, let’s talk this maturely before something ugly happens” you chuckled nervously but It seemed that Queenie and Tina ignored you completely

“I knew you were going to find out sooner or later” Tina said in an unpleasant tone and it seemed like she was ready to argue.

“How could you Tina! Breaking Newt’s heart! You are such a coward for not talking about how you actually felt about the situation!”

The conversation was now heating and you literally didn’t know what to do, you stood there awkwardly and with your mouth wide open. You heart started to beat real fast, you knew you had to do something to control this

“DON’T CALL ME A COWARD!!”

“YOU ARE A COWARD!!”

This drew the line, you became frustrated on how stupid both of them were acting and your face became red with exasperation and yelled even louder than both of them

“BE QUIET!!!”

Both of them became startled, not expecting you to be this furious. They stared at you both flustered and silent.

You noticed how loud you yelled and you placed your hands over your mouth. Not expecting to yell that loud and you noticed that both the sisters were staring at you.

You clear your throat

“Both of you are acting like children! can’t we just talk this maturely?”, you stare at them hoping to see if they accept the decision

Both of them glance at each other irritably and both fold their arms together “Fine!” Both say

You sigh in relief while closing your eyes “Thank you… anyways Tina,me and Queenie were going to contact you because I want to talk to you”.

Tina scoffed scornfully and was glaring at you “ What did Newt tell you to try to convince me about getting back or something ?”

You shake your head “No it’s just that…” You then fell silent for a moment, trying to think thoroughly on what words were correct to use

You sigh and stare at Tina gloomy “ Look, Queenie told me the truth on why you decided to break up with Newt, and it’s alright to be frightened. Change is scary, you aren’t the only one, I bet Newt is also frightened but that’s what a partner is for. Getting through life together no matter how scary it is. I mean I agree with Queenie that it wasn’t really okay of you to just break up with him without talking about how you feel. Newt is really devastated so i’m asking you, can you at least talk to him one more time, that’s all i’m asking”.

You give a pleading look to Tina who seemed even more irritated than before. Queenie kept glaring at Tina, ready to jump at her if she said anything rude to you.

Tina sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, indicating that she was overwhelmed. Tina then stares at you tiredly “Look i’m done with Newt, He wants a family and I don’t think I want a family, he would just be unhappy so no I won’t talk to him. Him and me are done”

Your heart fell, you really had hope but you couldn’t force Tina do something that she didn’t want to do. So you respected her decision “Alright I respect your decision”.

“Thank you, AT LEAST SOME PEOPLE HAVE RESPECT!” Tina said while glaring at Queenie and Queenie looked away while folding her arms “Hmmph!”

Now that that was out of the way, you were now wondering why Tina came in the first place. You stare at her curiously “By the way why did you come?”

“Well I came to give my SISTER a gift that I bought from Paris but with the way she treated me I don’t think i’m giving it to her!”

With that Queenie widened her eyes and regretted everything she had said to her sister and pleaded instantly “Oh come on! You can’t blame me! Newt is my friend! I had the right to defend him. Can you forgive me?”

You covered your mouth, trying to suppress your laugh, thinking how funny Queenie appeared right now.

Tina couldn’t stay mad at her sister and her stare softened. She then took out a small gift box from her pocket and gave it to Queenie.

“Okay fine I forgive you! anyways I gotta run, I have a lot of work”

Queenie received the gift with a lot of excitement “Oh thank you big sister!” and hugged her tightly

Tina tried yanking her affectionate sister off “Okay okay! I gotta go!”

Queenie let her go and was hugging her present tightly. You and Queenie said your goodbyes to Tina and she was gone.

Queenie then looks at you with a weak smile, grabs your hand and squeezes it “I’m sorry that it didn’t work out”

You gave a weak smile back “it’s fine, it wasn’t right of me to butt in, in their situation like that anyways”

“You’ll see Newt will heal” Queenie said with comfort

You nod confidently.

Then once again both of you were startled by another knock on the door, that’s when both of you looked at the grandfather clock that was in the living room. It read 5 pm sharp and both your eyes gaped open and looked right at each other's eyes.

Both of you yelled “Shit!”, realizing that it was probably your date who was here and you began to panic. You were sweating and trembling. Queenie grabbed your arms firmly “It’s going to be okay y/n, just be confident! Repeat after me I am the fucking sexiest woman alive!”.

You gulp and took a deep breathe “I-I am the fucking sexiest woman alive”. Queenie slapped your shoulder which actually made you squeal in pain “Ow! Queenie!”

“That’s the spirit!” Queenie yelled confidently. Queenie then heads to the front door and opens it.

It was Newt, Jacob and your date, waiting, it seemed that they all crossed paths. Jacob was staring at your date who seemed like a Hollywood hunk, looking a bit irritated and questioning how Queenie had male friends like this. Newt also seemed a bit irritated that this man was going on a date with you. Newt was feeling a bit insecure cause he thought that you surely would find your date attractive.

Queenie signals everyone to come in “Alright! Everyone, come in, come in!” which they do. You literally felt shy the moment you saw Newt, feeling very flustered that he saw you dressed up like this. Not one moment thinking about your date and instead wishing that your date was Newt.

Newt finally saw you and once again, time froze. His heart had just skipped a beat, something that he has never experienced before. He thought that you looked utterly gorgeous with that dress and couldn’t take his eyes off you. He was enchanted.

Queenie immediately greeted your date “Hi Owen! I’m so glad that you made it!”

Owen smiled and couldn’t take his eyes off Queenie, “anything for you”

Queenie then took Owen by the arm and was leading him to you “I’d like you to meet y/n, she’s your date”.

You nervously smiled and you began to slouch a bit by the nerves. “um hello, it’s nice to meet you Owen”.

Owen did the same exact way that your past date did, glance up and down over your figure. He was very unimpressed and scoffed while looking at Queenie

“you gotta be kidding me, Queenie you promised me a gorgeous date not a cheap looking doll”

When you heard him say that, it felt like your heart stopped working, and the agony was expressing over your face. You froze, trying to convince yourself that you had heard wrong.

While Jacob heard that ,he was in disbelief, his eyes and mouth were wide open. He knew things were going to get ugly knowing his wife who was protective over you. “Man this guy has no idea what’s coming”

When Newt heard those horrendous words, he felt so much hatred towards the guy for disrespecting you like that. He was completely ready to fight the guy, he was taking out his wand when

Queenie gasped in rage, she didn’t hesitate to slap Owen and yelled “DON’T YOU FUCKING DISRESPECT MY BESTFRIEND LIKE THAT!! OOO I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!”

Queenie slapped Owen so strenuously that he fell to the ground and was holding on to his face where Queenie had slapped him. He couldn’t believe that a woman has just slapped him

“You crazy bitch! you just slapped me!”

Jacob was restraining Queenie from attacking Owen, but Queenie kept struggling to get out of Jacob’s arms

“Queenie calm down!”

“Jacob Let me go!!, let me at him!”

“No he’s not worth it!”

You were there frozen, not paying attention to what was happening, your chest started to ache and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. The world was spinning and your body began to tremble.

Newt was the only one who was paying attention to you, he instantly went by your side and saw your condition and was deeply concerned.

“y/n are you alright?”

You heard Newt’s voice but no noise came out of your mouth. you wanted to die out of embarrassment right after what Owen said, you didn’t want Newt to see you this weak. You just wanted the ground to eat you up and disappear forever but unfortunately that wasn’t possible so you did the only thing that you could do, run…

You ran out of the apartment and you headed toward your apartment, not bothering to lock the door.You went into your bedroom and locked the door as rapidly as you could and instantly laid yourself on the bed. Covering your face on the pillow and you began to sob uncontrollably.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and It was Newt who sounded anxious and worried

“Y/n please open up”

You wanted to see nobody, not even your precious Newt. You just wanted to disappear from the world, like if anyone would care.

“Go Away! leave me alone!”. You yelled anxiously

Newt didn’t want to leave you alone, he wanted to comfort you, because he hated seeing you distraught. He wanted to know if you were okay ,So he took out his wand and casted “Alohamora”. Which unlocked the door.

You instantly jolt up your head and see that Newt has gotten inside, making you gasp. You couldn’t escape Newt so you went back to crying.

As Newt entered, his heart broke when he saw you there in agony and pain. Sobbing uncontrollably onto your pillow. He frowned and slowly walked to the bed. Gently sitting next to you.

“y/n i’m sorry for what happened, what that man said about you-“

You abruptly interrupted him, “What he said was true”. You had finally gotten the strength to stop crying and sat up to face Newt.Both of you were staring right at each other.

“Don’t be hard on yourself, that man is just a tosser. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about”.

You furrowed your eyebrows and felt displeasure “Oh! I've heard that one before. Got anything else!”

He saw right through your eyes and felt so much empathy for you. He wanted to make you see how wrong you were.

“That Owen folk isn’t the only man in the world, I know there are many men who will think you are the most beautiful woman, you just happened to have bad luck on your 2 dates”.

“12 dates”. You said breaking eye contact with Newt and now staring at the ceiling. You felt like crying again and your lips began to quiver.

Newt was baffled and widened his eyes, not believing what you had said. He really didn’t know what to say, thinking how those 12 men were gits for missing out on having someone as amazing as you. He really began to feel rage just thinking that.

“Well they must have bad taste in women, because they can’t see how stunning and marvelous you are-“

You really couldn’t take this conversation anymore, you didn’t want any of those 12 men you went on date, or any other men. All you wanted was Newt. You couldn’t take it anymore

“Just stop it okay! please stop it!” you said in a raised voice as you stood up from the bed harshly and glaring at Newt.

Newt was stunned by your sudden behavior and he got up to try to calm you. “Y/n”

“No! just tell me the fucking damn truth! that I'm ugly! That's all I want,, I’m so damn tired of everyone lying to my face that I'm gorgeous when I'm not!”

“But you are gorgeous”

“Oh really! If I'm that gorgeous then why don’t you make love to me, so you can prove to me that any man can sleep with this thing!!” You said furiously, staring right at Newt. You literally weren’t thinking what you were saying

You immediately realized what you had said, and you gaped your eyes open. Covering your mouth from disbelief, regretting what you had just said.

Newt had taken a double take, on what you said. His heart began to throb real hard, just imagining making love to you. He didn’t hesitate to prove you wrong. He immediately grabbed your waist and placed his lips against yours.

Everything was happening so fast, your eyes widened in surprise . Not believing what was happening but suddenly you didn’t care anymore. Newt was gripping your waist tightly and both of you were kissing passionately. His tongue, fighting with yours.

He began to unzip your dress and you helped by pulling it off. He unhooked your bra and you pulled down your underwear. Now it was his turn to strip off, leaving you both naked. (obviously also taking off shoes)

He led you to the bed and gently laid you down, him on top of you. As you two were kissing again but

you abruptly broke the kiss and panicked.

“wait!”

Newt was puzzled on why you had stopped him. You were feeling extremely hesitant because you had never had sex before and it frightened you.

Newt stares at you wondering if he had something wrong. You look at him “It’s just that i’ve never done this before, um this is my first time and well i’m a bit frightened”.

Newt panicked a bit “I'm sorry, if you want we can stop, I'm sorry for forcing myself on you!”

“No! Newt! I-I want to do it, it’s just please….be gentle with me”

Newt cupped your cheek gently, staring into your eyes with a soft expression. “I promise I won’t hurt you “

You smile and suddenly you begin to feel less nervous. Newt gently was kissing your neck and was tenderly caressing your skin, making you tremble.

He was now going down to your breast and began fondling them and kissing them gently. A small moan escaped your lips, you instantly covered your mouth and your cheeks were flushed because you felt embarrassed.

But when Newt heard your first moan, he loved it , making him more aroused and wanting to make you moan more. He was now kissing your entire body and with every touch, your body trembled.

“Goodness you are so gorgeous y/n”. Your heart skipped a beat when Newt said that and you just realized that you were about to do it with the man that you love. You couldn’t be happier.

Newt placed two of his fingers on your cunt and began to rub it. You let out a small yelp of pleasure “ahhh mmmm!” and this made Newt rub faster, wanting to hear you more. You had never felt this much pleasure in your life. “Ahhh gosh!”

Newt’s member began to grow and ache the more he saw you appearing so erotic and luscious.

Newt stopped rubbing your cunt and felt how wet you were. You didn’t want the pleasure to stop and your hips were moving back and forth. Aching for Newt.

Newt cupped your cheek and whispered “Can I enter you?”

You nodded nervously but he placed his lips onto yours to help you with the pain that would be coming. He spreads your legs and positions himself. He penetrates inside you slowly.

You winced in pain and clenched your fingers on Newt’s bareback. Newt freaked out a bit

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No keep going, I can handle it”

Newt hesitated but he obliged and went on further. It stinged but it was nothing that you couldn’t handle. Finally Newt was in all the way and he stayed still for a moment. Letting your vagina adjust to his member.

You and Newt stare in each other's eyes and your hearts beat at the same time. You were now to become one. Newt grabs your hand to reassure that everything will be okay. You felt calm ,“You can start moving now “ you said softly

Newt nodded and began to thrust slowly inside out. This was a new feeling you were experiencing, the pleasure was amazing without knowing that it was about to feel even more amazing. You were moaning softly

“ah ah ah..”

Newt was kissing your jaw and couldn’t resist smiling. Newt honestly has the urge to thrust harder and faster but he didn’t want to hurt you.

but you wanted more “Newt please go faster”.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded and Newt didn’t hesitate. He began to pound inside you vigorously and you gaped your eyes and mouth. Feeling the immense pleasure you had ever felt in your life and couldn’t resist loud moans coming out of your mouth

“AHHHHHH! NEWT! Oh my goodness!”You arched your head from pleasure.

Newt was panting and grunting with pleasure. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. To his eyes you looked utterly gorgeous and so luscious. Seeing your sweaty , soft erotic body bounce from his thrust. He didn’t know what was happening to him. The other day he was heartbroken from Tina but now his heart felt a way that it has never felt before with you.

He felt so aroused from the sight of you, that he was close to finishing. He began to thrust more vigorously and you couldn’t resist anymore.

“NEWT! AHHHH!” you came, and Newt placed his lips on yours. He was breathing hard and did his last thrust and finally came.

“AHHH! Fuck!”

.All this time your hands were held together, Newt never let it go.

Both of you were catching your breath as Newt cups your face “To me you are the most beautiful woman in the world”.

Your cheeks turn red and a soft smile comes to your lips “ I believe you”.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Reid Newtown

Published: Nov 27, 2023

I grew up attending integrated public schools in Atlanta. From the start, I was used to being in the minority: I’m white and my friends were almost all black or Hispanic, and when I was a freshman in high school, in 2010, I came out as a lesbian. Neither my race nor my sexual orientation mattered to my friends. One reason for that was dance and music and the belief that my friends and I shared that art can change people, give them purpose, communicate something beautiful and transformative.

I moved to New York City when I was 18, but the day after George Floyd was murdered in Minneapolis, I was back in Atlanta visiting my parents, and I drove to my friend Sean’s house. He lived in a quiet, black suburb called Camp Creek filled with orderly, identical homes.

That night, I remember wanting to wrap my arms around my friends, to be there for them in what felt like this unbelievably dark moment. As the protests turned to riots closer to the heart of the city—just a few miles east of Camp Creek, near Centennial Olympic Park—Sean’s neighborhood stayed quiet.

But as soon as I stepped foot inside Sean’s house, I was greeted by the family dogs, and smelled the grill being fired up. There was a bowl of potato salad on the counter. Our mutual friend Khalil greeted me as if nothing was wrong, sweeping me off my feet into a familiar dance lift we’d done a thousand times. “Reidist!” he said.

Sean’s mom told me she was so glad I was safe, away from the neighborhoods being vandalized and, in some cases, set on fire. She shook her head as she prepared the hamburgers and hot dogs, as she always did in the summer. There were violent clashes all that night, and the mayor issued a 9 p.m. curfew, which meant, as usual, I would be sleeping over.

That night, all of our friends were there. There was a sense of deep-seated grief, and people wanted to be together, and they wanted to cry and hug and share stories. My friends—all black men in their early twenties—recalled run-ins they had had with the cops.

Being pulled over for no obvious reason while police dogs searched their car. Being roughed up. Being cuffed. Being called racist slurs. Being taken down to the station for questioning when they had done literally nothing. In the coming days and months, we donated to bail campaigns and posted a black square on our Instagrams. In June, we marched, and chanted, and we waved signs and demanded justice.

That summer, the world seemed upside down, violent, crazy. We wanted to make it right. What I couldn’t see then was that, far from making it right, we were on this spiral, and it was taking us somewhere dark: The world I had grown up in was being dismantled, and it was never coming back.

* * *

I grew up going to public schools just north of downtown. My kindergarten class resembled one of those stock diversity photos with one kid from every race sitting at a table together. I didn’t think twice about it. They were my friends.

I frequently had friends over at my house. My mom—everyone called her Mama Newt—hosted everyone no matter what they looked like or where they came from. No one left Mama Newt’s kitchen hungry.

[ Reid’s mother, “Mama Newt” ]

In middle school, the black kids started sitting with the black kids at lunch. The Hispanic kids with the Hispanic kids. The white kids with the white kids. I agonized over where to sit. All of my friends were at different tables.

I loved to dance, and I became captain of the step team. I was the only white girl on the team, and I stuck out, but the girls didn’t treat me any differently. There were jokes about how surprising it was that I had rhythm; we all laughed about it. Race was present, but it didn’t feel overbearing.

In high school, race and racial identity became more important, more talked about, inescapable. The dance studio was the only classroom that reflected the school’s diversity. Most other classes were de facto segregated based on students’ academic track.

The dance crew—we were like a sitcom. There was Sean, the music theater geek who was also a first-rate swimmer. Then there was Khalil, who was a firecracker gymnast and cheerleader—and hilarious. (People compared him to Kevin Hart.) Then there was Isaac, who was tall and lanky, a lacrosse player and preacher’s son. And then there was me. They called me “lil sis,” which I loved, maybe because I’d never had siblings. As an only child, my friends really felt like family.

[ From Left to Right: Sean, Khalil, Reid, Isaac, and Kwame ]

The studio was like a race-blind utopia, and it felt unreal, because it was: the moment you stepped out into the hallway, the intimacy and warmth gave way to a kind of unhappy, low-level tension.

Usually, that tension resided just beneath the surface. But not always.

I remember one day in 2011 there was supposed to be a big fight between the black, white, and Hispanic students. There had been an altercation a few days before between rival gangs, and it was near the end of the school year, when fights were more common, and someone started a rumor about a “race war.”

I stood in the middle of the courtyard and looked around at the various corners full of people siloing themselves into white, black, and brown factions. I had no idea which corner I belonged in. In the Hispanic section, I glimpsed Jessica Sanchez, who had taught me in the sixth grade how to throw a punch. I wondered what would happen if I had to punch Jessica Sanchez.

Luckily, security stopped it before it started, and everyone eventually returned to class as if nothing had happened.

The point is, the racial tension notwithstanding, we seemed to be moving in the right direction. Maybe I was blind. Maybe my whiteness made it impossible for me to see what was really going on in other people’s heads. I don’t know. I found my tribe wherever I found kindness and laughter. Wherever the bass was bumping, and people were dancing. The rest always seemed to work itself out.

* * *

In 2014, I moved to New York to go to Fordham University and the prestigious Ailey School of Dance. Alvin Ailey, who founded the school in 1969, was known for having said that “dance is for everybody” and “we are all human beings and color is not important.” I loved the power of art to transcend difference.

[ Reid and a fellow classmate at Ailey School of Dance ]

My high school sweetheart, a black woman I naively believed I would one day marry, started her freshman year at Harvard, where she immersed herself in the spoken-word poetry scene and acquired a new racial consciousness. I remember taking the five-hour bus from New York to Cambridge only to find myself sitting alone in her dorm, excluded from the party and poetry slam she’d gone to.

She said that she no longer felt safe being near me because I was white, that any physical affection I offered was me attempting to colonize her body.

Six months into college, she broke up with me.

At the time, I thought this was an anomaly—a sad derangement that came out of elite places like Harvard. I had no idea what was coming.

Dance distracted me from the hurt. My goal had been to make it to the professional Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater since I first saw Ailey’s Revelations performed at the old Fox Theatre, in Atlanta, and that feeling intensified after I attended Ailey’s Summer Intensive when I was 16—now that I was at the dance school I felt like I was on the cusp of getting in.

A hip injury put an end to that dream, but it didn’t really matter. I went on to dance professionally elsewhere—among other gigs, I spent three seasons as a dancer and stunt double on The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel—graduated from Fordham in 2018, fell in love once again with an older, Bengali-American woman, got my own apartment in Queens, and moved my dog, Tiger, a Pekingese-poodle mix, from Atlanta to New York.

I also started to think beyond the narrow confines of a New York City progressive, which felt increasingly small and myopic. I read books like The Coddling of the American Mind and The Problem with Everything and The Rise of Victimhood Culture. I started to disagree, silently, with my friends.

Then, in early 2020, my girlfriend and I broke up, and Covid happened. I was furloughed from my day job as a technician at a physical therapy clinic, and my dance gig auditions came to a halt. I got depressed being all alone in my apartment, and I flew home to Atlanta to be with my family.

A few days after I got home, George Floyd was murdered.

Suddenly, I felt this thing I had never felt: people viewing and talking to each other through the lens of race. Yes, I know, that lens had always been there. But there had always been other people, ideas, forces to counteract that. Our impulse to divide had always been eclipsed by a more powerful desire to come together.

But now the fissures were opening up, and it was impossible to sew them together. I remembered being broken up with six years earlier by my critical-race-theory-poetry-slam girlfriend, and suddenly it seemed like millions of people were breaking up with each other, walling themselves off. When I showed up at Sean’s house that night, his mom’s familiar embrace almost made me cry. Between social distancing and racial siloing, physical affection had started to feel foreign. I leaned into her hug hard, and she had to steady herself to keep herself from falling backward.

When the lockdowns ended, I went back to New York, but I couldn’t stay for long. My mom had always had multiple sclerosis, but now it was getting worse. My parents were everything to me: They’d supported my dancing; they’d supported me when I came out. Now, my mother was struggling, and my dad, forced to juggle full-time work and full-time caregiving, was overwhelmed, drowning in responsibility. I had to go home, and I wanted to. 

At the time, I didn’t know you can’t ever really go home again.

* * *

By spring 2022, things were finally reopening, and we all wanted to go out and dance.

That night, at a club in midtown Atlanta, I was, as usual, the only white person. I was used to that, but this time it was different.

As I danced with my friends to classic southern hip-hop songs like “Knuck if You Buck” by Crime Mob, “It’s Goin’ Down” by Yung Dro, and “Walk it Out” by Outkast, I could feel the eyes around me searing into my back and head and legs and face. People pulled out their cameras and filmed me in disgust—as if I had two heads. They said things like: “Who does she think she is?” and “She shouldn’t be allowed here—I don’t care if she can dance.”

The worst part wasn’t how it made me feel, how out of place I felt in this world I had once thought of as an extension of home. The worst part was that the people in that room felt threatened by my being there. This seemed crazy to me, but it was undeniable. They genuinely felt unsafe and uncomfortable because of the color of my skin. They viewed me as an oppressor and a grifter looking to take—to appropriate—what wasn’t mine.

The world of dance, which had given me that precious language to communicate with anyone irrespective of who they were or where they came from, was fragmenting—consumed, like everything else, by our seemingly inescapable racialization and tribalization.

A few weeks later, I received an invitation to a party. At the top of the invitation bold letters stated:  “THIS IS AN ALL-BLACK EVENT.” I responded to the friend who sent it to me and asked if they meant to wear all-black clothes. She responded, “Nah, it’s for black people only, but you know you’re the exception.”

I did not attend.

The self-segregation was suffocating. The most meaningful art and friendships in my life had come out of piercing through racial boundaries. Expanding my horizons. Now, it seemed like those horizons were closing in on me, my friends, the wonderful, collaborative, fluid, undulating world of dance that had infused my life with so much meaning. It felt like something was being lost forever.

I know, I know—we’ve been in this moment for three years, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been told that setting aside my race, my whiteness, is a privilege. Does that mean we shouldn’t aspire to live in a world in which we all set aside our immutable traits? That we shouldn’t try to see beyond race?

Which brings me to the most amazing woman I’ve ever known.

After a couple of years of dating as a gay woman in New York, I was feeling discouraged. Everyone I had gone out with was a hyper-political leftist. They always seemed to be in the middle of a rant. Every date gave me an uneasy feeling for fear of saying the wrong thing—my views on race, sex, gender, you name it, were not in lock-step with those of my fellow LGBT New Yorkers. On edge and worried I would never find my person, I had almost given up dating entirely.

Then I connected with Bianca. She’s an elite marathoner and the daughter of Cuban immigrants, and she’s perfect: measured, kind, curious. The only woman I’ve ever met who could convince me to run a 5K and the only one who’s made me rethink some of my opinions about politics, identity, life, and the world.

I like to believe we were always meant to be, but I also know I would never have arrived at this place were it not for the ups and downs of the last few years. Before the summer of 2020, it was easier to feel or think or exist outside our superficial differences. We didn’t talk about these things with the same frequency or intensity. There weren’t as many landmines. Now, it’s more important than ever to discuss our differences—while also trying to see beyond skin color and demand that we’re seen the same way.

A few months ago, I had a ring made for Bianca using the diamond from my late grandmother’s wedding ring. I haven’t proposed yet, but we’re thinking maybe a small wedding with family down the line. As for Sean, Khalil, and Isaac—they’re planning on being my three best men.

[ Reid and Bianca ]

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"Critical theory is a universal solvent, and the problem with a universal solvent is finding a container that can hold them. Spill enough and dissolve society." -- James Lindsay

[forgottenyogurtgods]

This Conspiracy

Chapter 39

In Which Adne Talks About Her Locket

Trigger warning: Violence, blood, and injuries.

“I’ve tried to open it hundreds of times,” Adne said, pulling her knees to her chest. “I wanted to know if it had any pictures or something that could tell me about my past. But it just won’t open. Sorry if it’s not as special as you were thinking.”

“It’s alright,” he said, handing it back. He watched as she redid the clasp. “Not everything can be special. It probably has a really ugly baby picture of you in it anyway, and who wants to see that?”

She barked out a laugh and slugged him in the shoulder. He winced and rubbed the tender spot with the hand that wasn’t tingling.

“Sorry,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye. 

“It’s alright.” Graham gave a tight smile. And then a frown appeared, and he got to his feet. “Hey, what’s going on?”

Adne peeked over her shoulder and stood up with him. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and dug her toe in the dirt as Zart and Jeff jogged over to them.

“We were looking for Newt,” Jeff said, a little breathless. “Have either of you seen him?”

“He was in the kitchens talking with Fry the last I saw him. But that was over twenty minutes ago.”

“Shuck,” Zart said, not sounding any better than Jeff.

“What's going on?” Adne said.

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