#Tina Goldstein fanfic

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[lirarey]

Slow jazz music. Quiet conversations. There seemed to be a scent of mysticism and mystery all around. This was a very unusual setting for Newt. First Hogwarts, then travels to habitats of the most diverse creatures couldn’t compare to this bar. However, it was worth giving credit: of their entire unimaginable company, only Queenie felt relatively free and relaxed. Like a bird, she fluttered past the visitors, attracting the attention of the men. Jacob didn’t stay away either: he went to the bar counter with the look of the most magical wizard he was capable of. Only he and Tina awkwardly hesitated at the very entrance.

"We are attracting too much unwanted attention," the girl whispered, without turning to him.

"What do you suggest?" the man asked quietly, nervously adjusting his bow tie.

Their gazes turned to the center of the room. Several couples were spinning in a slow dance. Newt, accustomed to the habits of his charges, couldn't help but notice that each of them emanated a different atmosphere. One seemed too energetic and bright against the background of her tall but timid companion. The other, on the contrary, was modest, almost constrained in her movements, trembling in the arms of the strong but soft one. Newt wished that he could understand people as easily at a half-word as those present. It seemed that Tina was thinking the same thing, since Newt noticed the slight tremor of her shoulders. It was difficult to imagine how the eternally serious MACUSA worker felt here.

"How about a dance?"

Newt glanced at the girl briefly. She looked even more stunning in that beautiful dress, and Newt felt awkward in comparison. He had never danced properly in his entire life.

"I don't..." Newt started to say, but Tina had already led him towards the dancers.

He was so confused that he didn’t have time to notice how the girl herself placed his hands on her waist and hers on his shoulders. Now he could see her even better. Neatly styled hair that he just wanted to touch. Serious expressive eyes, reminiscent of the eyes of a salamander. And these thin, graceful shoulders... And how often her heart beats. It's strange, but his heart beats just as fast. What's wrong with him?

"Just pretend to dance!"

But Newt suddenly realized that he didn't want to pretend. No, he really wanted to go on a date with her, to see her happy smile... But now was not the time or the place. Instead, he pulled the girl closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist in a possessive way that surprised even him. It felt like there was some kind of unbreakable bond between them after escaping the Ministry. And he wouldn't let that feeling go for anything.

"Newt," Tina faltered, looking at him in surprise.

"What?"

"If I were looking at us from the outside, I would seriously believe that you are in love with me," she continued, not taking her eyes off him.

"Maybe I'm good at pretending."

"But everything you do is amazingly sincere. Are you really...?"

"The bartender is looking at us with suspicion," Newt whispered, still holding her. "We better not tell yet."

"Yes... Yes, that's a good idea."

But why did his touch feel so good?

[mayabooowrites]

A Lovers Lies

Summary: three months after Tina and Newt's breakup, she sees Newt out with another woman.

Toxic Newt

Three months had passed since Newt and Tina's heartbreaking breakup. Tina was trying her best to move on, but the wounds were still fresh, and the pain lingered within her.

One crisp autumn day, as Tina was going about her usual routine, she happened to catch a glimpse of Newt walking hand in hand with a pregnant woman. A woman who appeared to be in the late stages of pregnancy and ready to give birth.

Her heart sank as realization dawned upon her.

The pain and confusion that she had pushed aside were suddenly like a raging storm within her.

Tina's eyes widened as she watched them with disbelief and anger. It all started to make sense. Newt had left her because he had cheated on her and gotten this woman pregnant

Determined to confront them and demand the truth, Tina crossed the street and approached them.

"Tina?" he stammered, trying to compose himself. "What are you doing here?"

Tina's voice shook with an amalgamation of emotions as she pointed accusingly at Y/N's growing belly. "Don't try to deny it, Newt. You cheated on me with her!"

Y/N looked at her with curious eyes, unaware of who Tina was or what she was talking about. On the other hand, Newt wore a mask of surprise mixed with a touch of panic.

"Newt, who is she?" She asked, her voice filled with innocence.

Ignoring Y/N's question, Tina took a step closer to Newt, her voice tinged with sadness and frustration. "I know the truth, Newt. You cheated on me and got her pregnant. Don't deny it."

Newt's eyes darted nervously between Tina and Y/N. "Tina, your doing this again? I thought you were over me, but you're back to trying to break up my relationships."

Tina's heart shattered. She had hoped deep inside that Newt was incapable of such manipulation, but the evidence seemed to be staring her in the face. Defeated, Tina turned and walked away.

Years passed, and Tina saw glimpses of Newt and Y/N occasionally, always with their toddler daughter.

She watched as the toddler ran around, blissfully unaware of the tangled webs that had brought her into this world.

Determined to make one last attempt at reaching Y/N, Tina approached them cautiously. Newt recognized her immediately, his face etched with worry.

"Tina," Newt spoke with an air of superiority. "Will you ever stop trying to ruin our lives?"

Tina's voice quivered. "Newt, please, stop treating me like I'm crazy, and tell your wife the truth of how you convinced that child."

But Newt laughed dismissively. "You're still convinced I cheated on you, even years later? That's just sad, Tina."

Tina took a deep breath,  "Y/N, please listen to me. I know you may think I'm crazy, but Newt cheated on me years ago, and your child is the result of it."

Y/N's face contorted with confusion and disbelief. She looked at Newt, searching for the truth. Newt, ever the expert manipulator, quickly interjected,

"Tina's lying, Y/N. She's always been obsessed with breaking us up. Don't listen to her."

Y/N hesitated momentarily. Slowly, she shook her head and turned away from Tina. "I'm sorry, Tina, but I can't believe you. Newt has never given me a reason to doubt him."

Tina's heart sank as she glanced at the little girl beside Newt. She saw innocence in her eyes, untainted by the lies and betrayals of the past. Newt escorts his wife and child away far from Tina's view.

She had tried her best, but it seemed that Y/N was too far gone, caught in Newt's web of lies. Too consumed by the fantasy that Newt had woven around her. She had lost herself in his lies, unable to see the true colours shining through.

Years later, Tina occasionally read articles about Newt, Y/N, and their daughter. The sight would bring a mixture of pain and resignation. She had done all she could to expose the truth, and now she had to accept that some stories would forever remain shrouded in secrets and deception.

Newt had successfully manipulated Y/N, painting Tina as the villain in their love story. 

Maybe one day, the truth would reach Y/N, and justice would prevail.

[lunatheseus]

Random things Newt Scamander would do:

Never correct the Starbucks employees when they get his name wrong + tip always

Buy random things for people just because the item reminds him of them

Carry something of Tina's wherever he goes because he's just THAT whipped

Write down all his ideas in a notebook the moment he thinks of them

Have hidden pockets sewn into his clothes

Collect sand from each beach that he visits

Sketch every creature he sees

Keep jars and jars of curious things

Collect tokens to commemorate each place that he's visited

Talk to his plants

Write letters (not just because of the time period he resides in)

Keep a piece of chocolate or candy in his pocket/hat

Be one of those awkward but wholesome vloggers to document his discoveries and experiences

[keepmeinmind-01]

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander, Newt Scamander's Parents, Tina Goldstein, Jacob Kowalski Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Sibling Bonding, Protective Theseus Scamander, Autistic Newt Scamander, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Investigations, sibling angst, trans!Theseus, disabled!newt, Experiences of Transphobia, fuck jkr trans right r human rights, car crash, some betrayals and intense arguments, but also goofy ones about beetles, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

Before the accident, Theseus is a high-flying human rights lawyer. Meanwhile, Newt is tired of life, sabotages his own potential, and resents his arrogant brother.

They barely speak.

After the accident, everything changes, and it’s all Theseus’s fault.

my modern!AU fic exploring Theseus and Newt’s relationship! a bit niche and self-indulgent. (i am still working on my kmim outline, i know this is yet another wip...but this will be a ‘fun’ one, even though yeah we have earthquake-level drama in here). please do check it out if you are interested :)  

[hirenkoi]

Chapters: 1/20 Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald, Tina Goldstein/Newt Scamander Characters: Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald, Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein, Ariana Dumbledore, Aberforth Dumbledore, Anton Vogel, Vinda Rosier, Abernathy (Fantastic Beasts), Theseus Scamander, Leta Lestrange, Queenie Goldstein, Jacob Kowalski, Mundungus Fletcher, Krafft (Fantastic Beasts), Nagel (Fantastic Beasts), Zabini (Fantastic Beasts), Henrietta Fischer Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Verse, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Magic, Alpha Gellert Grindelwald, Omega Albus Dumbledore, Alpha Tina Goldstein, Omega Newt Scamander, Slow Burn, Forced Marriage, Angst, Omegandria, Violence against Omegas, Objectified Dumbledore, Aberforth is a villain, Vogel is much worse Summary:

Many years ago, a virus wiped out most of humanity by causing a widespread outbreak of infertility, forcing the few remaining humans to genetically blend with a certain breed of wolf in order to survive, creating a hybrid species: half human, half lupine. And finally, the first fertile Omegas emerged, saving humanity and successfully repopulating the planet. Once the crisis was over, society was rebuilt on new foundations. The new humans are now divided into three different castes: the Betas are the majority, normal humans who haven't undergone any significant genetic alterations; the Alphas, who are stronger and more capable, are the leaders, charged with fertilizing and protecting the Omegas and their offspring; and the Omegas, who in turn are largely responsible for perpetuating the species, and are therefore denied any rights that might distract them from this sacred function.

It is in this society of very rigid customs that the fate of a powerful Alpha, Gellert Grindelwald, will cross with that of an Omega, Albus Dumbledore. Gellert wants to marry a good omega who can give him lots of children. But Albus has other plans...

[chocfrog-enjoyer]

~ Fanfic Recommendation ~

My second fic rec ^^

"An American Auror, a British Magizoologist and A Parisian Sewer Monster" by Gnimmish

An absolutely adorable little One-shot set after the Fantastic Beasts first movie.

The pairing is Newtina and it's just so sweet

[afrenchaugurey]

Just a little sweet nothing this morning

Because I'm sure Newt loves to say Porpentina.

And Tina likes that, very much.

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

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

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

[uefb]

New fic (2 chapters up!): Hope is the thing with feathers x

Summary: The month before the invasion of Normandy (D-Day), Newt Scamander is spotted working suspicious magic near a meeting of Muggle and Wizarding political leaders in London. The problem, of course, is that Newt Scamander is nowhere near London but, instead, over 14,000 kilometers away in the middle of the Pacific. But "desperate times call for desperate measures" (and even Tina and Theseus aren't entirely above scrutiny this go round), so Newt finds himself rather unsurprisingly compromised. // As usual, everyone else is dismayed to find Dumbledore may or may not have a plan at all, while the clock on Newt's life—-and the joint Muggle-Wizard military action years in the making—-begins to quickly tick.

Chapter 1 opening scene:

Wednesday, May 3, 1944 / Seatown, Dorset, England, UK

Porpentina Goldstein Scamander prided herself on being somewhat unflappable, but her brother-in-law grabbing her by the arm as she emerged from St. Mungo’s with her daughter before spinning them off in a whirl of apparition was certainly not on the list of things she had been expecting to encounter on her day off... A vomiting child, a misbehaving diricawl—even an absent husband or Muggle airstrike—she’d prepared for, but this?

Well, suffice it to say, she definitely blamed nearly bursting into tears after smacking Theseus upside the head upon their rematerialization in Dorset on the exhaustion inherent to solo-parenting an ill toddler.

“What the hell, Theseus?!”

But Theseus only shushed her, dragged her and Leora—who was understandably wailing in displeasure at the surprise apparition—up the back-steps of the Scamander Goldstein farmhouse, before gingerly disentangling her arms from Leora while shouting for Queenie and Jacob. It was, however, a broadly grinning, 9-year-old Gideon who came pounding into the room, before he took one look at his uncle’s face and immediately ran out the front door to the beach, screaming for his parents.

“I swear to high heaven, Theseus Scamander—what is going on?!”

Theseus bounced Leora on his hip and wordlessly summoned a plush toy from her room to distract her (a niffler made by Queenie for her birthday) as he focused on Tina intently. “You remember how we made that little emergency plan last year? After Newt was bitten by that kelpie—”

“Moira,” Tina supplied absently.

“Yes, Moira — and then he was criminally charged with all sorts of made-up things by that rat in his own department, which put our entire task force’s security at risk?”

“Yes,” said Tina with a suspicious frown, and she reached out to take Leora back from her uncle, crossing to the kitchen for the small refrigerator, where she pulled out a pyrex container of fruit Newt had chopped and charmed for freshness before he’d left to travel.

Theseus stared at her as if waiting for the other shoe to drop and—after a moment—it abruptly did.

“Now, wait a second—”

She summoned the pair of child-sized earmuffs Lally had made to silence adult voices and shoved them onto Leora’s head before settling her in a high chair and dumping the fruit out on its tray. Leora began talking to herself as she played with the fruit, and when Tina looked back to him, Theseus was grimacing.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Unfortunately not, sister mine…” he answered grimly.

“Is this all because of the thing last year, then?”

“More like the thing next month, but seeing as that’s also related… Yes.”

Tina peered out the window to check if Queenie and Jacob were responding to their son’s summons yet, but the only thing in sight was one of Newt’s half-trained half-kneazles innocently gamboling through the grasses (though a mildly predatory look flitted across its face). X

[the-al-chemist]

Lots of Little Miracles

Written for @hp-12monthsofmagic’s December prompt, Merry and Bright. Christmas gets a lot of coverage at this time of year, but I’d like to wish a Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate.

Warnings: This story features a small child who does not appreciate religion as much as she appreciates food.

The night was dark as pitch and cold as ice, with hail battering the walls and the winter wind rattling the windows as it blew in from the wave-crashed cliffs. Inside, however, it was warm, and the smell of frying oil was wafting through from the kitchen.

Artemis smiled as she turned her attention to the row of thin candles that had been placed on the windowsill, each of their little flickering flames reflecting on the dark glass behind. There were nine of them in total, one for each year of her age, all held by a candlestick with outstretched arms like the branches of a tree. She raised one forefinger and gently tapped the flames in turn, smiling as they bobbed away from her touch.

“Come away from there, Artemis.”

At the sound of her great-aunt’s voice, Artemis turned her back on the nine candles, but she did not move away from them.

“It’s fine, Aunt Tina. They don’t hurt,” she said. “They’re only teeny tiny fires.”

“I know, but I don’t want them getting put out accidentally,” Tina replied. “It’s the last night of Hanukkah, so it’s important that they all stay lit tonight.”

“Yeah, but if one goes out you can just set it on fire again.”

“That’s not really the point, honey.”

Artemis’ nose wrinkled. “Then what is the point?”

“Well, you know the story of Hanukkah, don’t you?” When Artemis shook her head, Aunt Tina frowned. “I assumed Sara would have told you.”

It had been a long time since Artemis’ mother Sara had been in a mood to tell stories. Maybe once upon a time, before her dad had died and her brother ran away from home, Artemis might have sat on her mother’s lap and been told the story of Hanukkah. If she had, she had since forgotten it.

Luckily for her, she still had Aunt Tina to tell her stories.

“A long time ago, there was a kingdom far away from here,” Tina began. Artemis listened carefully. All her favourite stories took place in far-off lands. “And in this kingdom, the king decided that he did not like people following different gods to his. So, he ordered his soldiers to take over all of the temples and stop people from going in, and get rid of all the oil they used to light candles.

“Now, the people who followed one god, the one me and my family follow, they weren’t happy about that at all. They fought back, and they managed to win back their temple. It was all in ruins, but they managed to piece it back together slowly. But, they didn’t have enough oil for their lights; they only had enough for one night.

“So, the people lit their candle, thinking it would only last that one night, but their god knew all about their struggles, and to thank them for having faith in him against all odds, he granted them a miracle. That little bit of oil, which should only have burned for one night, burned for eight whole nights.”

Aunt Tina smiled. Artemis did not.

“What, is that the end?” she asked, and her great-aunt nodded. “It’s not a very exciting story.”

“I think it’s a very exciting story.”

Old people had strange ideas about what was exciting. Artemis sighed heavily. “It’s about oil, Aunt Tina.”

“It’s not about the oil,” said Tina. “It’s about the miracle.”

Artemis was not as easily impressed as her great-aunt.

“It’s not much of a miracle,” she said. “Anyone can make a bit of oil last longer, you’d just need a spell or a potion. Or you could just make flames with magic, and you wouldn’t even need the oil at all. I don’t get why it is worth this big celebration every year.”

“But these people weren’t magical, honey. They were all Muggles.”

“They can’t have been. One of them must have been a witch or a wizard and lying about it. They were in disguise or something, I don’t know.”

It was at that moment that Artemis’ great-uncle Newt, Aunt Tina’s husband, came in. He settled himself on an armchair, around the back of which a Kneazle was sleeping. Artemis turned to him for support.

“You agree with me, don’t you, Uncle Newt? That thing with the oil isn’t a miracle, it’s just magic.”

Newt fixed Artemis with a peculiar expression. “Why can’t it be both?”

“Well, because,” Artemis said with a shrug, “miracles are miracles. Magic happens all the time.”

“So do miracles.” Uncle Newt was clearly wrong, and Artemis opened her mouth to tell him so, but he continued before she could speak, “Maybe not big miracles, but life is full of lots of little miracles. Last week, I visited an old friend and saw his phoenix burst into flames before my eyes and emerge reborn, young and new again.”

“That’s what phoenixes do, Uncle Newt.”

“If you or I were to do that, or Milly here” — Newt raised one hand to scratch the chin of the Kneazle behind him — “that would be a miracle, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, but…”

“Yesterday morning, you went down to the beach and you picked up a pebble and painted it for me. It’s on my desk now. Until yesterday, it was just one pebble among thousands of others, and you happened to pick that exact one to paint. Years ago, that pebble would have been part of the cliff, and it’s only because of the waves washing over it in different ways over the years that it’s become a pebble at all, let alone one that was picked out and is now painted and special to me.”

“I grew up all the way over the sea in America,” Aunt Tina added. “And one day, your Uncle just happened to travel there, and on that day the two of us happened to be in the same place at the same time. If that hadn’t happened, I might have met someone else and fallen in love with them. But I didn’t, I fell in love with him.” Her dark eyes sparkled as they met her husband’s. “And, out of all the millions of people in the world, he fell in love with me, too. The same thing happened when your parents met, and now all three of us are here together. I think that’s pretty darn miraculous.”

It was all very nice, what they were saying, but Artemis wasn’t sure that she really understood what they meant.

“But then, everything and everyone could be a miracle, if you go by what you’re saying,” she told them. It wasn’t a joke, but they both chuckled. “What?”

“Well, that’s what we are trying to tell you, honey. Everything can be a miracle, you just have to think it. To the people in the temple, the oil was a miracle. To some people, magic is a miracle. To us, you are a miracle.”

“That’s why we need to be kind to everyone and everything,” said Uncle Newt. “Because this whole world and everything in it is just as miraculous as we are.”

Aunt Tina placed one gentle hand on Artemis’ dark-haired head. “Now, don’t you think that is worth celebrating?”

“I guess so,” Artemis replied, though she was still a little confused.

“Great. So, let’s stop playing with the Menorah, and go and make some latkes.”

Artemis followed Tina into the kitchen without hesitation. She might not have fully grasped the point of Hanukkah, but she did know that she liked latkes. And, seeing as her great-aunt and uncle considered her to be a miracle, she was sure that she could persuade them to give her at least one extra portion.

[dmitri-smerdyakov]

Chapter Five - Two Souls United

He watched with wide eyes as she reached for his hand and gently moved it towards her lips, just barely kissing the tips of his artist’s fingers. They were slightly calloused from many hours of work and sketching, and yet so gentle, so soft, that it made a strong wave of yearning wash over her - and she knew immediately what she wanted, what she had been wanting deep in her soul since he had saved her from ending her own life.

Tina looked up at him, her slow exhale warm against his fingers. “Put your hands on me, Newt.”

His breath hitched as he stared at her, unable to believe his own ears; his hand was shaking as she pressed it firmly against her clothed breast, fingers laced with his own, and it was only then that he found himself able to move. Overcome with desire for her, Newt leaned in and kissed her desperately, squeezing the curve of her soft bosom through the fabric of her dress; she moaned softly beneath him, pulling him over her as she slid down in the seat underneath his welcome weight, her legs opening to cradle the berth of his hips as he settled atop of her.

Let me make it clear right now that this story's rating has changed from M to E, and it's specifically because of a certain moment in this chapter that happens in a steamy car. In the film it cuts away just as they lie down in the car, and then after a couple of other scenes it switches back to them post-coitus - in my fic, I decided that fuck it, let's do the love scene. I must admit that I took a LOT of inspirations for the love scene from countless Titanic fics I've read about Jack/Rose's time in that car - obviously it's not directly copying anything but I have to give credit to the incredible authors of the Titanic (1997) fandom for their work because they all manage to capture the film and the couple so beautifully that it made me want to do the same for Newtina here!

So, to sum it up, this is my official warning that there is a sex scene in this chapter; I think it's relatively tame in all honestly, the focus is more on the connection between two people as they express their love in an adult way, the focus is very much on their emotions. Having said that, it's still a sex scene and it's obvious what they're doing! I suppose I also have to give a small warning that like Rose in the original film, Tina is seventeen and Newt is twenty like Jack was; by today's standards, I can understand why this may make people uncomfortable, but this part of the fic is set in 1912...and let's be real, in the film Rose (and by extension Tina in this fic) was betrothed to a much older man who's closer to his forties, so a three year age gap between the main couple is really NOT a big deal all things considered.

Anyway, with that in mind... enjoy!

[creative-girl]

most vicious creatures: prologue

The moonlight filtered through the trees in the forest where Senior Auror Cressida Corner and two of her subordinates, MacMillan and Bloomwell, were hiding. They were waiting for Bones and Edgecomb to return.  They had gotten intel that Grindelwald’s fortress allegedly called Nurmengard was situated somewhere in the Black Forest, in Germany. Head Auror Scamander had trusted her with this mission and so far it was going smoothly.  According to sources Nurmengard had been abandoned. This is where Grindelwald had hid and that there is a chance they might still find leads. Grindelwald was a sneaky bastard. He had killed thousands of muggles and wixen alike in a series of massacres, starting from the February of 1914.  Cressida had been in her second year of the Academy when she had gotten the news that her mother and brother had been killed in an attack on a village in present day Austria. That was the first attack.  Her father had died prior to that in the Dragon Pox pandemic. She had no one. She had wondered for a long time who had killed them, and then in the summer of 1916, Grindelwald revealed himself. 

most vicious creatures: chapter 1

On a bright December morning the HMS Temeresi sailed into New York city. The sun was bright, and the sky looked young and without a trace of clouds. The seagulls welcomed the ship with their songs.  The passengers were all crowded on the deck welcoming the sight of the city, where most of them had come to look for opportunities and new beginnings. They leaned on the railing and pointed either at the approaching New York skyline or the Statue of Liberty.  The people were smiling and laughing, the children were running and happy, excited about what the city held for them. Amongst the crowd, on a bench sat a stranger looking at the statue with great interest.  This was Newt Scamander’s first time in New York. A tattered suitcase sat idly by his side. He had spent two years travelling the Americas but he had hardly visited a city, preferring to stay among the flora and fauna. He was a Magizoologist afterall.  One of the catches on his tattered leather suitcase flung open on its own accord. He closed it and lifted the case up to his lap. Newt was tall, lean and weather-beaten as his peacock blue overcoat, his hair was auburn, he had hazel eyes, and his face full of freckles.  He leaned and whispered like a parent gently warning a child “Dougal — settle down now, please. It won’t be long.” and rested his head on his hands on the case as he enjoyed the view of the approaching city. 

Please check out my Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them rewrite!! Been working on it for a whole year!

[ravenclaws-eulchen]

AdA, Kapitel 78: Nur das Beste für Newt

Noch vor wenigen Tagen hatte Newt geglaubt, dass er sich nie wieder vor einer sozialen Situation fürchten würde, jetzt, wo er es erfolgreich geschafft hatte, Tina um ihre Hand zu bitten. Damals hatte er nicht darüber nachgedacht, dass er zum Sonntagstee bei seinen Eltern aufkreuzen musste, gerade einmal eine Woche, nachdem er sich das letzte Mal dazu durchgerungen hatte – um ihnen zu eröffnen, dass er tatsächlich und entgegen allen Erwartungen der Verwandtschaft bald ein verheirateter Mann sein würde. Er hegte keinerlei Zweifel daran, dass seine Familie sich freuen würde. Aber er fürchtete die Aufregung und das schiere Ausmaß an Organisation, das seine Mutter für nötig halten würde, und die Einmischung in Fragen, die eine Angelegenheit zwischen Tina und ihm waren. Er hatte von dem ganzen Wirbel bei Theseus‘ Verlobung schon mehr mitbekommen als ihm lieb war.

Weiterlesen hier: Kapitel 78: Nur das Beste für Newt

[shipperoffanonships]

HP-FBAWTFT crossover fic

[lirarey]

Now I thought about the fact that in their pair, Newt is the one who initiates touching (only them), but, as with his creatures, he isn't entirely confident in his actions. But Tina is the one who constantly makes it clear that everything's okay.

"Feels better now?" Newt asks, finishing treating the cut on her wrist. "I hope you're not too mad about..."

"Of course not!" Tina replies with a hint of indignation. "Listen, I love all your creatures just as much as I love you.

"Loves... me..." Newt repeats quietly and is about to let go of her hand, but Tina doesn't let him do it.

Instead, the girl pulls him towards her, hugging him. Newt lets out a surprised breath, but hesitantly hugs her shoulders.

"Newt, you are a wonderful person. I have never known anyone so amazing. But you are afraid to admit that you might be important to someone."

"I'm not afraid!" Newt protests weakly, pulling away. "You're just so..."

"Yes, Auror. Yes, I work at the Ministry. But it is with you that I allow myself to relax and be weak."

She touches his forehead with hers, smiling. Newt smiles back.

"And I have wanted to kiss you for a very long time."

"Tina..." he stutters, "The thing is, I don't have any..."

"Nothing," the girl replies, hugging him around the neck and kissing him softly.

His heart is pounding in his ears with excitement. Tina Goldstein is here and she really loves him.

If you watch all these interviews, you'll notice that Eddie Redmayne is quite a tactile person, but Newt finds it harder. And for some reason I can imagine him even accidentally touching other actors on set when it wasn't necessary for the plot... That's too cute.

But you know what I thought? When does Newt first touch Tina? When she is in danger. Yes, they are both to some extent to blame for what happened, but Newt is saved. He could have left without Tina, couldn't he? But he coaxes her in the same way he communicates with his creatures, and looks straight into her eyes. When he catches her, they look into each other's eyes for a split second again. I swear there was a spark between them in that moment. As they run away, they hold hands, only letting go when they run into Jacob and Queenie. From that moment on, their glances cross more often. Tina smiles and giggles, looking at him. Now she is friendly to his creatures. She tells him about her life. Newt trusts his creatures to her as his most valuable possession. Only Newt and Tina can talk to Credence calmly. In their last conversation, Tina stares at him almost non-stop. Newt compliments her, subtly, as only he can. They look at each other again. This is their love language. Newt briefly touches her hair, and Tina and we, the audience, catch our breath with excitement. We know how much touches and glances means to him. For a moment, I thought that Tina would like this touch to last a little longer. As she leaves, she turns around, thinking about how much her life has changed in these days. How she, without even noticing it, became attached to this magizoologist.

I don't know if it's worth doing the same analysis of the second film?

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wip wednesday part one—13/11

hi everyone! these are my lines for the 'fantastic beasts' wips smoke signals, kmim thesleta, and theseus tina five times one time. the lines and tags are below thank you so much for the comments and motivation - feel free to read below the cut if you are interested, as this is an accountability post. 💞

for smoke signals:

Newt leaned his head against the back of the sofa, pressing his cheek into the familiar paisley fabric. “Well, um, you could have at least brought some food, then.”

“I considered it,” Theseus said, then added, more formally, “Newton. I did consider it. But then I thought about what generally constitutes food for you and decided it was better to not.”

“Sugar does not make you more sick when you’re ill,” Newt muttered. “That’s rubbish.”

“Mmh.” Theseus reached into his magically expanded coat pocket and produced an entire canvas bag filled with what sounds like tins. The leafy top of a carrot burst out over the austere beige bag, making Theseus for a moment look almost ridiculously domestic. “I thought it’d be better for me to make something. Where’s your kitchen?”

For a moment, Newt felt a genuine possessiveness over his home, his space. This was a sanctuary in which the outer world did not intrude, a form of necessity, really. Already, he prickled a little at his brother’s presumptions—the idea that Theseus knew better what Newt should eat, how he should take care of himself, what they should even try and do in this situation. After all, it wasn’t like Newt hadn’t been ill before, in various spots on his travels. The contract Worme had given him for the book dwindled in Sickles with each month he spent abroad, supplemented only by the overlooked research papers he managed to sell to small print journals. 

“Through there,” Newt eventually said, pointing to the far side of the living room. He had left the kitchen in quite a state, he knew that, and held his breath as Theseus gingerly picked his way through the clutter of the living room. 

Predictably, though, Theseus paused at the bookshelf, and began to examine that just as he had the prints in the hallway. Newt attempted to get up, but was shivering too hard. Raising one hand to his chin, Theseus leaned in and then picked up one of the books off the shelf. When he opened it, he had to adjust the angle of his hand a few times, squinting. Newt wondered if it was the low light of this room, always kept dark and dull because of Newt’s sensitivities, or whether Theseus actually needed glasses. How old was his brother now? Surely not old enough for that. 

When Theseus flipped the book open, a shower of spare papers tucked inside fell out. 

“Sorry,” Newt said, although he wasn’t sure what he was apologising for. 

"These are good," Theseus said quietly, studying one of the sketches. "I didn't know you could draw like this."

"Well, you wouldn't, would you?" The words came out sharper than Newt intended, and he saw Theseus's shoulders tense slightly. "I mean—I just—there's a lot we don't know about each other anymore."

“That wasn’t what I wanted,” Theseus said. “I told you.” “Yes,” Newt said. The hairs on the neck of his neck were standing on end both with the fever and the fear of approaching this conversation that never seemed to have an easy resolution. The suspension, the argument, the expulsion, the funeral, the war, the Corps. It was a long and messy chain of events Newt spent most days desperately trying to avoid, feeling rather like some overripe fruit, easily bruised with each contact. 

"Right," Theseus said, more to himself than to Newt. "Right, well." 

He vanished into the kitchen.

Lying back, Newt drifted in and out of consciousness, the familiar sounds of someone else moving through his space both comforting and unsettling. He caught fragments of Theseus talking—sometimes to himself, sometimes to what sounded like the creatures he encountered. At one point, Newt distinctly heard him say "No, absolutely not" in the tone he usually reserved for suspects, followed by what was unmistakably the sound of Teddy being shooed away from something shiny.

“How’s it going?”

"Fine," Theseus's voice floated back. "Just...wasn't expecting quite so many plants. Or the dried cockroaches by your tea. Or whatever that thing in the jar is. Is it supposed to be glowing?"

"Oh, that's just the Luminous Lichen. It's perfectly harmless unless you're allergic to—" Newt broke off as another wave of dizziness hit him. "Actually, perhaps don't open that jar."

“Oh!” Newt heard something smash. 

“That better not have been the lichen,” Newt muttered, deciding he had to go and intervene, but before he could, Theseus spoke again.

“Newt, I don’t know if all the cockroaches are dried.”

Now it was Newt’s turn to freeze.

for kmim thesleta:

"Occupational hazard."

"Oh?" She turned slightly on her stool to face him. "And what occupation might that be?"

"Nothing terribly interesting." He shrugged. 

"That explains the ink stains." When he looked puzzled, she gestured to his sleeve. "Third button up. Black ink, probably from a Ministry-standard self-filling quill. They always leak."

Now it was his turn to smile. "Speaking of eyes for detail."

"Occupational hazard," she echoed, mock-serious.

"And what occupation might that be?"

"Nothing terribly interesting." Her smile widened slightly. "Mostly research these days."

A moment's pause. The woman caught Theseus fiddling with the coin again and raised an eyebrow. "That's a bit flashy for someone trying so hard to blend in."

Theseus stilled his fingers, caught off guard by her directness. "Habit," he said after a moment. "Keeps the hands busy."

"Mm. One could take up knitting."

"I prefer coins." He resumed the movement, slower now, deliberate. "Less chance of stabbing myself."

That earned him a quiet laugh. "Fair enough. Though I imagine the Ministry frowns on playing with Muggle money."

"The Ministry frowns on most things." He watched the coin catch the dim light. "Including breathing too loudly on Thursdays."

"Only Thursdays?"

"Wednesdays they're too busy with paperwork to notice."

for theseus tina five times one time:

“And,” and here he examined his sleeves with some delicacy, his brow furrowing, “when he said that, I felt so much relief. I’d thought it so many times before. I thought—is it worth it being this painful, us hurting one another this much, just to have a brother? He never, ever understood me—or hardly ever, or maybe it just wasn’t enough. And when you’re like me and—um, a bit different, I suppose—you always hope there’ll be someone there. Unconditional. And he’s always there. And I think he might love me. But like I said, it gets too difficult to understand—and yes, the relief.”

“If you feel relieved,” Tina said quietly. “Then maybe you should trust your instincts.”

What she didn’t say: there was something special about Newt, and her deep, secret instincts told her that he didn’t deserve this. Not this, when he spoke about it with such sudden heaviness and bitterness, his inherent lightness replaced by the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Mmh. Yeah,” Newt said. He smiled slightly, sadly to himself. “I don’t know why he’s like this, but I suppose it doesn’t matter. Believe it or not, we had another fight, before this one, even, and he essentially told me that he didn’t—that I was a—that I was a burden for him, really. Makes sense, now that I’m not sixteen, that it could still be the case. Always getting into trouble, um, I am.”

“With what happened in New York perhaps being one example,” Tina said, and immediately regretted it. She had arrested him, after all. She would still have to go back to the office and say something to make sure Picquery definitely waived the damage caused by the escaped creatures. 

An awkward silence. She scrambled to fill it. 

“What was the fight about?” 

His eyes flickered. “Nothing much,” he said, deliberately light, the words mumbled. He stared into his lap. “We’ve always fought a lot. Theseus doesn’t understand much, you see. And, um, I have to—I have to say that he did try and take care of me when we were younger. That he does, um, stop me getting arrested, sometimes. It feels important to say that. But also, it feels important to say that I can’t stand being around him.”

“Ah.” Tina licked her lips. “Was it often like that?”

“Yes,” Newt said without hesitation. “He’s not very nice. Never really, um, has been.”

i also did my lines for white button down and posted them in the chapter here. tw for self harm and suicide ideation!

i also did my lines for kmim sudan and posted them in the chapter here.

thank you to @aparticularbandit @tamsinswriting @hurricanebreeze @auburnlaughter @tiercell @post-and-out! some of these are backlog lines and i haven't checked the tags, so apologies about that haha.