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sleepy-achilles · 1 year ago

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The Michaels kids, Kids.

Generation three? Let's go! No. I am not doing generation four. If I ever do a doubled aged up family of destruction I'd just mention them in passing.

Because let's remember, Leon and cassie are supposed to be kids right now. They have been aged up for content purpose. Their original birth dates? 2000 and 2005. But these two were never meant to be kids, they are more interesting teens and adults. And also for the storyline, they have to be. I mean I've changed John's birthdate, and I'm always changing or avoiding Shawn and takers age 😅

John Cena Micheals and well his undisclosed partner (edit when revealed I guess)-

Willow Sky Michaels-

Willow is John's only child, but with the amount of cousins she has, she's basically not a only child. She's the oldest of the Michaels. She follows John strongly in the fact she loves music. She doesn't become a wrestler but sure loves making apparences in the business and has a spot on the wrestlers roster. She mainly makes entrance music for wrestlers.

She's childish and loves to mess around but just like John can be serious when necessary, and as the oldest grandchild, she tends to be the leader a lot. She also has her other parents bad temper and anger issues. But, she manages to control it with music.

Her base age, (the age she's designed to be, obviously ages change all the time in my stories.) Is 17. Her birthday is 12th of May.

Her favourite cousin is Athena but she's closet with Beau. Leon is her favourite uncle/auntie.

Nicknames- Will and songbird.

Leon Thomas Michaels and Drew Mcintyre-

Beau Zeppelin Michaels

Beau is a split of Leon. He has Leon's personality and attitude but Drews looks. Beau enjoys wrestling but it isn't his first love, just like Leon, he hates being the center of attention, but the issue is, just like Leon (lol), he's a natural at it which makes him a big deal. He's well known for his strong ring presence and skills in the ring.

Beau has a passion for art (drawing and photography), sports (dancing, basketball and wrestling) and skating. He's a class clown, a real asshole and trouble maker but he has one of the sweetest, purest souls out there. There's just a few walls to get through. He clashes with both drew and Leon but especially Leon because their so alike. But, because their so alike they get on the best aswell. They rarely fight but when they do, it's like a world war.

He definitely has his anger issues but will eventually learn a way to control it.

His base age is 15. His birthday is 9th of August. (Allow it fam. I need pieces of myself in all my ocs)

His favourite sibling is Ophelia. His favourite cousin is Willow. He's the closest to Willow and Athena, mostly because of their age. His favourite auntie/Uncle is John.

Nicknames- BB, Zep, Beaut, Punk and Mini Lee

Athena Esme Addams-Michaels

She's the child of Leon and Valentina. Leon offered to be a sperm donor for Val when the father dropped out when Athena was born. So Leon stepped up and now they share custody of her.

Athena is definitely a cliche popular girl and she loves it.

She's definitely Leon's most sassiest child. She's a drama queen and loves stirring up trouble to watch.

She ends up being the most like the Death Valley lot because neither of her parents have a pure soul.

She loves singing and acting. She does adventure into the wrestling world, but only as a manager as well she wants to focus on a acting or singing career more.

Her base age is 14. Her birthday is 1st of July.

Her favourite cousin is willow. Her favourite sibling is Beau. She's the closet with Beau and Ophelia. Her favourite uncle/aunt is Cassie.

Nicknames- Ena, queenie, Princess and Bee

Ophelia Catriona Michaels

Ophelia is definitely the quietest of the pack. She likes painting and drawing. Loves video games and cooking/baking. She hates sports. Her sketch book is basically surgerically attached to her. She loves reading. She also loves hiding away in Beau's room.

Ophelia also gets involved in wrestling but it's entirely behind the scenes. She's very into fashion and goes on to be a fashion designer, one of her side jobs is creating gear for the wrestlers, which she does for free.

She enjoys getting involved in Athenas trouble making by adding quiet little comments, then she'll just sit back and watch.

She's not entirely innocent. She loves bullying Caspian and Hunter. Especially caspian. Ophelia has a dry witty sense of humour and yes, sarcasm is a gene that runs strong in this family but Ophelia? She's the queen of it.

She's definitely the smartest of the pack.

Her base age is 11. Her birthday is 6th of December.

Her favourite sibling is Beau. Her favourite cousin is Jesse. She's closet with Caspian and Hunter. Her favourite aunt/Uncle is John.

Nicknames- O, Cat, baby girl and scout.

Caspian Kai Michaels

Caspian is a golden retriever puppy as a human. He's always needs to be doing something. He's hyper and loud. He loves running and he loves annoying his siblings.

He loves video games and he especially loves watching wrestling. He also loves practicing moves on hunter. He becomes a wrestler like Beau but is more known for his humour and mic skills than his in ring talent.

He struggles in school the most out of the kids but is the most well behaved one in school. He just struggles on focusing and staying on the task at hand.

Caspian has a love for building things aswell. The only reason he stays in school is for the wood work classes. He adores legos and anything DIY.

He goes on to grow a love for working on cars and bikes. It seems the only time he can focus is when building or fixing something.

Nicknames- Pup, Buddy, Cas and Pain.

His base age is 9, his birthday is the 15th of March.

His favourite sibling is Beau and Athena. His favourite cousin is Josh and Jesse. He's closet with Hunter. His favourite uncle/aunt is Cassie.

Hunter Michaels (Kang Hyun-Woo)

Hunter was taken in by the Michaels when he was 5. They saved him from a very shitty situation in which his parents left him in the valley. Which obviously isn't safe. He's very grateful for Leon and drew and even more grateful that they go out of their way to continue letting him explore his culture as well as theirs. He's also impressed by how good Leon's Korean is but also that the others go out of their way to learn it as he begins to learn English.

Hunter began his love for dance whilst watching Leon and Beau dancing in the gym one day and decided that was his calling. Leon, obviously knowing what it's like to dream of being a dancer, immediately signs him up for classes with Beau.

Hunter goes on to become a dancer, doing back up dancing for celebs but also running his own dance class. He adores dance and wouldn't trade it for the world.

He's also hyper like Caspian but is more on the quiet side. He loves playing with caspian and the pair are practically joined at the hip for most of their life.

His base age is 9, his birthday is the 15th of March.

His favourite sibling is Beau and Ophelia. His favourite cousin is Willow. He's closet with Caspian. His favourite uncle/aunt is Cassie.

Nicknames- Kiddo, H, Hyun.

Fake twins- Cas and H are the families fake twins. They both share the same birthday but also act a lot like twins. They clicked immediately and are basically inseparable. The wrestling community refer to them as the sunshine twins because of how bubbly and happy they are.

Cassidy Athena Michaels and Rhea Ripley-

They have Twin boys.

Jesse Leo Ripley and Joshua Theo Ripley (I have never struggled so much to find twins. So, they both look like him)

Jesse is definitely the trouble maker whilst Josh is the good kid. They have a Grumpy and sunshine dynamic.

Jesse is younger by 4 minutes.

Josh loves this and uses it to tease him.

Jesse loves engineering and josh loves having his photo taken. Both boys loves started at a young age and went on to develop and become more serious as life went on.

Jesse hates his photo taken and josh hates having to work on cars and normally gets his brother to deal with it.

Josh is very clumsy and Jesse is dyslexic, so both boys are always looking out for each other whether it be ready to catch josh or to read over Jesse's school work before it's handed in.

Even tho both boys are polar opposites they get on the best in the family. It has to be a twin thing.

Their favourite saying.

They also have a thing they do in which they'll perfectly copy each other, as if they were reading each others minds, and not even notice.

They hate twin stereotypes but that is the only one that applies to them.

The pair do become wrestlers and do the whole twin dynamic. But they have side hobbies that also become jobs.

Jesse goes on to design and sell motorbikes whilst Josh models.

Their base age is 5. Their birthday is the 3rd of January.

Well..their favourite sibling is well each other. Jesse's favourite cousin is Beau and Joshs is Willow. Jesse's favourite aunt/Uncle is Leon, Joshua is John.

Jesse's nicknames- J, Guy, Buster

Joshs nicknames- Josh, JT, Dude

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #leon michaels #john cena #cassidy michaels #rhea ripley #drew mcintyre #oc characters #the family of destruction #got a extension

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suckerforcate · 4 years ago

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You are loved

Pairing: Cordelia Goode×Reader

Word Count: 5386

Warning: smut, a bit of insecurities but mostly fluffy

A/n: So this is more of a slowburn and I want to warn you, this is my first fanfiction of Cordelia ever and I'm not sure if I got her character right. It happens right after Fiona and Cordelia talking. (I quoted it) Also English isn't my first language. Also I am feeling kind of insecure about this cause I've never posted something from me. Feedback would be great!

Summary: Cordelia feels horrible because of Fiona, and your try to help her. In that process you become friends or maybe more?

You can't help me. You can't help anyone. You're worthless, hopeless. Get out of my sight.

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You were sitting on your bed reading a book as always when you heard somebody slamming a door. You fastly realised it was Cordelias, whos room was just next to yours. You didn't think to much about it, it could have just been the wind, and went on reading.

A little later you heard sobs from somewhere quite close to your room. You put your book aside and left your room to see if it was Cordelia. As you came closer to her room you could clearly identify them as hers. You really didn't want to annoy or bother her but you started you get really worried. This wasn't like her at all, slamming doors and crying alone in the bedroom. You gently knocked on her door, without an answer. "Miss Cordelia? Is everything alright?" Still no answer. "I come in now, ok?" As she still wasn't answering you slowly opened the door and looked through the little door gap. You were shocked and didn't know what to do for a second when you saw Cordelia sitting on the floor in the middle of the room sobbing and crying. You ran to her and pulled her into a hug, you didn't want her to feel uncomfortable because of this but it would have broken your heart to see her like this and do nothing.

The moment you pulled her in she held on tight to your shirt and didn't want to loosen her grip. Her sobs grew louder as you gently rubbed her hair. "Shhh...Everything is alright. I'm here, Miss Cordelia." You held her like this till her sobs started to fall silent. You pushed her a little away from you to see her face and wiped away some tears that were still falling down her beautiful cheeks. You felt a wave of anger coming up towards whoever hurt her and made her feel this way. "What happened? Who hurt you?" She wanted to look down but you gently pulled her face up with your thumb. You looked her directly in the red and teary eyes and all the pain, insecurities amd sorrow you saw there broke your heart. You wished you could keep her safe from the world and take all this pain away from her. "I-... she is right I am an absolute failure..." she sobbed again, her voice wasn't more than a whisper now, "I did nothing meaningful in my life I can't help anyone, I'm useless!", "Shhh, don't say that Delia, please! You're wonderful, you lead this school. You are like a mother to all of us and we need you, you help us everyday! Whoever told you this is an Idiot!" as you said that you realised you didn't know who told her these horrible things but you already had an idea. You couldn't think about it longer as Cordelia swung her arms around your neck and started to sob again.

"Come on, we'll take you to bed. You need some rest know." You helped her stand up and brought her to her bed. You pulled the covers over her and the same second you gave her a kiss on the forehead she fell asleep.

You slowly and quietly left her room, but the instance you closed her door you stormed down the stairs and rushed into the living room. You felt like a fire was burning inside of you. The moment you saw Fiona sitting on the couch with a cigarette in the hand like nothing happened you got even angrier. "How dare you tell Cordelia those things? How dare you tell her she is useless and doesn't help anyone? Everything was fine until you came back! You had no right to come here after all this time and insult her all day! And don't tell me that you are the Supreme, I don't care! You are her mother." "Come down (Y/n). Its not that big of a deal, ok? I Just told her the truth." You steped closer to her and slapped her across the face. "NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL?! She sat crying on her floor because she believes all those things you tell her! She is the most wonderful human I know and I won't tolerate this behaviour towards her. I don't care who you are!" you saw the corners of her mouth rising. She was laughing, really?! "I think Delia found herself a girlfriend? Didn't she?" "Careful what you say!" and with that you rushed out of the room again.

You stormed into your room again and laid down in your bed. How can Fiona say something like that to her own daughter?! That's horrible. I need to make her feel better somehow, she shouldn't believe those things! And with an idea how to help Cordelia on your mind you fell asleep.

The next day you woke up before everyone else, put on some clothes and went into the greenhouse. You wanted to put some roses onto Cordelias desk, so you grabbed some and made a nice little bouquet for her. But you weren't quit satisfied with the shade of yellow they had. You wanted to turn them into a different colour, the problem was just: you never managed to do that before. But you tried it, the colour you thought of was one that reminded you of Cordelia. She ones wore a nice blouse in a beautiful light shade of pink. You focused on the image of Cordelia in that blouse and closed your eyes. You remembered every detail of that blouse, that shade, Cordelia. As you opened your eyes, the roses had the exact colour of the blouse. For the first time you did it.

You grabbed the flowers and went to your room. Your wrote a little note saying:

I did it, just for you.

Love (Y/n)

You pushed the note between the flowers, put some water into a vase and quietly brought the flowers to Cordelias desk. After that you read a little bit in your book until it was time for breakfast.

After breakfast you saw Cordelia going to her office and the next time you saw her was in class an hour later. You sat at the table focused on the potion you should make when you felt someone standing behind you. "Thank you, Darling. I appreciated your help yesterday and the flowers very much." whispered Cordelia in your ear and walked away. For the rest of the class you couldn't stop smiling, the thought that she felt better made you happy. After class as you wanted to leave somebody grabbed your wrist. It was Cordelia. You turned around just to be pulled into a hug within the same second. You heard her mumble something into your ear: "Really! Thank you, you don't know what that means to me (Y/n). Even though I would appreciate it very much if you wouldn't tell anyone. You saw me at one of my weakest points, not everyone needs to know about that." You wiped away a single tear that fell down her cheek as you said: "Shhh, everything is alright. I didn't even think about telling somebody! This is our little secret. And please know that you can always come to me when something is on your mind, alright?" She slowly nodded and you hugged her again before you left for Myrtle's class.

After that you and Cordelia became friends, you spend much more time together and you often helped her in the greenhouse. You also always had an eye on Fiona. You wanted to make sure she wouldn't hurt Cordelia again.

On a nice Saturday evening, when Zoe, Madison and Queenie decided to go out and party a little bit, you had planed a nice movie night with Cordelia."Just put on some comfy clothes and come to my room. I will have everything prepared." you had snacks, something to drink and one of you favourite movies "Pride and Prejudice" picked out. She hadn't watched it yet so you found this as the perfect opportunity to change that. When Cordelia came to your room in the evening you were speechless. She was just wearing some joggers and a loosen shirt. Her hair was tied together into a low ponytail but she looked absolutely stunning. You always thought she was beautiful but now without make up in those comfortable clothes she just radiated pure beauty. So you choose to tell her so, you were still trying to convince her that what her mother says is bullshit.

"Is something wrong with my clothes? Why are you staring at me like that?" Cordelia suddenly looked very shy and insecure. You directly stepped forward to her beacuse this was absolutely not the reaction you wanted. You grabbed her hands and looked at her " No,no,no.. I was staring because you look so beautiful." She rolled her eyes and went to my bed. "What?" I turned around in disbelieve. "(Y/n) I look hideous, I don't even wear make up!" a single tear rolled down her cheek. I immediately went to her, sat down next to her and wiped the tear away. "Cordelia don't say that! You look beautiful with and without make up! You are beautiful from the inside and the outside. Please Delia believe me!" It broke your heart to see that she thought so bad about herself. You laid down on the bed and pulled her with you. "Come on let's watch the movie." You smiled and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, (Y/n). For everything!" You watched the movie together and soon you felt that Cordelia fell asleep in your arms. You let her sleep in your room, she looked too peaceful to wake her.

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It was Sunday and everyone was doing something by themselves, you were sitting on your bed and tried to draw something. You hadn't drawn something for ages. You slowly started to sketch the outlines of a face, then the eyes, the nose, the lips. When you were finished you looked at it and realised you drew her. Cordelia. You didn't plan to do so but it happened. As you looked at it something came to your mind so you searched a pen and wrote it under the sketch.

Oh, Delia,

my wonderful Cordelia.

I want to see you all the time,

I want to feel you day and night.

Oh, Delia,

my wonderful Cordelia.

As you heard footsteps coming closer to your room you put the paper into your diary and pulled the sheets over it. Zoe opened the door, "Dinner is ready, do you come?", "Sure!". You stood up and headed to dinner with Zoe.

After dinner you headed back to your room and sat down on you bed. You still thought about the drawing you did earlier. Why did you draw Cordelia? Of course she was yo friend she meant something to you, but... you didn't love her. Did you?

You laid down and started at the ceiling. Your thought drifted off to Cordelia. You closed your eyes and imagined her face. Her beautiful laugh, the way her eyes light up when somebody succeeded a new spell, her soft voice that always comforted you. Her soft hair, that always fell perfectly over her shoulders down to her breasts. Her beautiful skinny waist and her long and elegant legs. We'll maybe you were in love with her, but actually who wouldn't fall I love with her. She is an angel, shining like the moon, warming up your heart like the sun and calming like a cold night breeze. As you were still thinking about her you slowly fell asleep. Your dreams were haunted by her golden hair, her soft skin and her radiating, warming laugh.

The next day as you were entering the greenhouse for your Class with Cordelia, you winked at her and sat down on your seat. "Looking good today, Miss Cordelia." She wore the blouse you thought about while colouring the flowers. She was radiating warmth and beauty as always but especially when she was in the greenhouse she seemed even happier and more at ease with herself. That calmness and confidence she had with her than made her even more ravishing. It was hard to concentrate throughout the class, it always felt like you were looking right into the sun, you picked the wrong ingredients, used too much of the herbs and even accidentally threw the bowl down.

At the beginning Cordelia joked about it and always looked at you with an amused smile but as it got more and more she started to look quit worried. After class ended and you wanted to leave she pulled you back at the wrist. Deja vú. "What's wrong (Y/n)? You seemed so absent today. Is everything okay?" She gave you a comforting smile that seemed to say it's okay, you can tell me. But you couldn't tell her. She liked you, yes. But she didn't love you. Your friendship with her was too precious to endanger it like this. "Nothing, just tired. Everything's fine!" You gave her a fast, reassuring smile, turned around and left as fast as possible. With that you left a confused and worried Cordelia.

She knew you well enough by now to know that there was more behind this than just being tired. So after she had cleaned the greenhouse and did all her paperwork for the day she chose to talk to you again. Something was wrong and she was determined to find out what it was. So she went to your room an gently knocked. As she got no reaction she knocked again but there was still no reaction. She slowly opened the door and stepped in. She looked through the room but you weren't there. As she wanted to turn around and leave she saw a book laying on the floor. Because books shouldn't be on the floor, she picked it up and put it on your bed. As she did that she saw a paper looking our of the book, normally she wouldn't have cared but she saw her name Delia on it. She hoped it would be an answer to why you were acting so strange lately. She opened the book and pulled out the paper. At first she didn't even understand that you had drawn her but as she did and then read the little poem you wrote under it, her confusion just grew. She actually knew what it meant and deep down she already knew even before this but her self esteem was too low to believe anyone could love her. The one time she did believe that that was possible she married a witchhunter. Her mind started making her believe that what she thought about your feelings was something she imagined. So as she read the poem her mind pretended it had to be something different, something she didn't understand.

Oh, Delia,

my wonderful Cordelia.

I want to see you all the time,

I want to feel you day and night.

Oh, Delia,

my wonderful Cordelia.

She folded the paper neatly and left your room. The only other place were you could be was the greenhouse. You loved to read there because the only person who came there out of class was Cordelia. You didn't mind her presence at all so that was fine. But Madison used to talk all the time, Zoe wanted to know what you were reading and Queenie just wasn't your best friend. That wasn't an reading atmosphere. Cordelia knew that so she went straight to the greenhouse.

She entered the greenhouse and her eyes wandern through the rooms and corners between all the plants until her eyes met yours. You heard her coming in and already looked at her. "(Y/n) can we talk?" You started to get nervous, this phrase never meant something good. You slowly put your book aside and stood up. Cordelia had sat down at one of the tables that were normally used for classes. You pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. "What is it? Has something happened. Your scaring me, Delia!" you looked her right in the eye cause normally you could easily read her like that but today there was nothing. Like she wanted to hide it all away from you. It hurt because you thought she wanted to shut you out but as she heard that she scared you, something happened in her eyes. They softened for a second and showed empathy. "No, nothing happened. Don't worry!" She shyly smiled at you. But as fast as this empathy came it was away again. She didn't look angry or the way she does when you or the girls fucked up. It was just nothing.

This nothing probably scared you even more than her being angry.

"Please Cordelia, tell me what's wrong?!"

"I actually wanted to talk to you, because you were so strange in class today. I knew something was wrong but I wasn't sure what it was. So I went to your room to see if you were there. But you weren't. I knew you were in the greenhouse then. So I turned around to go. But I nearly stepped on a book on the floor. Books down belong on the floor (Y/n). I picked it up to put it on your bed and I.... I saw a piece of paper in it with my name on it. I, (Y/n), I didn't mean to look at it but I thought it would explain your strange behaviour...." your eyes widened as you realised that she saw the drawing and the little poem. Why did you leave it open in your room. It was just a matter of time that someone saw it. But of course it directly had to be Cordelia. She probably hates you now. You couldn't even look her in the eyes anymore.

"...so I pulled it out. (Y/n) I am really sorry you have to believe me I didn't respect your privacy. But as I looked at it I didn't understand anything. (Y/n) what does that mean?" She put her hand above mine and gently rubbed over it with her thumb. I felt the urge to pull my hand away cause I was so embarrassed and afraid what she would think but I didn't want to make it worse. I felt the tears well up in my eyes.

"(Y/n) what's wrong. Please talk to me, don't shut me out. It's all okay." she gently pulled my chin up with her hand and I finally looked into her eyes. All I saw was love and worry. No anger no coldness and no nothing anymore. This look of her gave me strength and before I could think about it I blurted it out. "I love you, Cordelia. I didn't mean to fall in love with you. It just happened. We spend so much time together and we got so close. I'm sorry." Cordelia said nothing, she just looked at you in shock. As she wanted to pull her hand away you grabbed it. "Please Cordelia say something!" You had no idea what was going on in her because her eyes just showed shock. Suddenly she stood up and left. She just left you alone sitting there.

There were a hundred thoughts in your head all asking questions to which you didn't have an answer. You knew you had to talk to Cordelia. She was your teachers and one of your best friends. You couldn't just not talk to each other. That didn't work. So you stood up an searched her. There weren't alot of places where she could be. You knew she probably wanted to be alone so the options were her office or her bedroom. You first went to her office. You didn't even bother to knock you just opened the door but Cordelia wasn't there. You left and went to her bedroom. You just wanted to open the door as you heard someone crying. It was a really quite crying but it was there. But I didn't come from Cordelias room. It came from yours. You quietly approached the door and opened it. You saw Cordelia sitting on your bed crying.

As you closed the door she looked up. "What are you doing here (Y/n)?" You smiled amused. "Well, I could ask you the same question. This is my room Delia. Your sitting on my bed." She opened her eyes widely and wanted to stand up. "I am so sorry. I must have mistaken our rooms. I will leave. Sorry!" You quickly stepped forward and grabbed her arms. "Stop, stop, stop. You will go nowhere. Neither am I angry nor do I want you to go because we have to talk. So sit down again, please." She shyly looked at you and sat down.

Her eyes were still red and puffy from the crying. Her cheeks still wet. You carefully dried them and sat down next to her. "Why did you just leave?" She didn't answer your question and just ignored it. "Why didn't you tell me (Y/n)?". You had to think about this question a little bit, but the truth was you were just scared. So so scared. "Look Delia, I...to be honest I was just scared. I was afraid of your reaction, of what you would think and that it could damage our friendship. This friendship means more than anything to me. Your my best friend." Your voice started to crack and some tears escaped your eyes. "And I think your reaction said more than words could have ever. But it's okay, really. As long as our friendship won't be damaged." You tried to smile but it more looked like you were being tortured.

"No, (Y/n). Don't say that, I... I think you got the wrong impression. I run away because I couldn't belive that you could love me. I mean look at me. I am like, what? 20? years older that you. Your still young and beautiful. How could you love me? Why don't you love Zoe or Madison?" More and more tears fell down her cheeks. As you felt a tear drop on your hand you realised that your were crying too. But not because of your feelings. No, you were crying because of the things Cordelia said about herself. It broke your heart that this person that you saw as the most amazing person in the world things so bad about herself.

"Oh, Delia. Please don't say those things. Listen to me okay? You are not just beautiful, your beauty is ethereal. You are perfect in any way and I never not for one second thought about the age gap. Okay? I don't care about you being 20 years older. You are the one I chose, the one I fell in love with. I want to spend my life with you. You make me feel so warm and so loved. More than I've ever did before. I am the happiest me ever. Because of you. Because of you I have a reason to stand up every morning. The thought of your warm smile and your honest laugh makes my heart light up. Where ever I am, the thought of you makes me feel at home. And I-...I just don't want to be away from you. I want to be with you all the time. Fall asleep in your arms. Wake up with my eyes on you. Walk through my day while you tell me stupid jokes. Want to listen to your voice every minute until we die. You make me complete, Delia. I love you!"

Without thinking about it you leaned forward and cupped her cheeks before you kissed her. Her lips were still wet from her tears so you layed all your love into this one kiss. You wanted Cordelia to feel what you just told her. Your right hand slowly wandered down to her hip to pull her closer to you.

Cordelia hesitated at first but than she laid her hand on your cheek and kissed you back. The kiss ended as you both pulled away and gasped for air.

Cordelia swung her arms around you and laid her head into the crook of your neck. You could feel some tears falling onto your shoulder. You could hear her whisper something into your ear so quietly you weren't even sure you were meant to hear it but she pulled back and repeated it louder and with more confidence. "I love you (Y/n). I always did. I just didn't think someone like you could love me." You kissed her again. It was a short kiss but it was full of love and adoration.

"Just because your mother and Hank made you believe your unloveable and not worthy of any kind of love or affection doesn't mean its true. Okay?" You gently stroked her hair as you said that. You hugged her around the waist and pulled her closer to you. She pulled you down with her so you were both laying on your bed arms in arms. You fell asleep in this position and you both slept better than ever before.

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The next weeks were perfect, better than you could have ever imagined. The relationship with Cordelia filled you up with love and warmth. You wanted to make her feel your love and adoration every day, every second. You told her how beautiful she is every day and always tried to make her smile when she had a stressfull day. But there was still one thing that she was really insecure about. Her body, her naked body. She always changed clothes in a hurry, in the bathroom or she turned around. You couldn't understand why because you guessed she was absoultely stunning. But you also didn't want to push her so you accepted it.

It wasn't just that you felt sorry that she still felt ao insecure, even towards you but also that you wanted to make her feel good too. She had pleasured you a few times but everytime when you wanted to give back the favor she said it was okay, that she was tired or that she just wanted to cuddle. You couldn't imagine that she didn't want to feel this. She wanted it you knew it but she was too afraid. Eventhough there was no need for that.

One evening when she had searched an excuse again and you were both laying in bed just cuddling you decided that it was enough. By know you wanted ro pleasure her and let her scream your name more than you even wanted to be fucked. You gently pulled yourself out of the position you were both in and sat up. "(Y/n) what's wrong? Don't you want to cuddle?" She got insecure again and slowly tried to pull the sheets over her body. "I want to cuddle, Delia but.. and please listen to me don't interrupt me. I want to touch you, the way you want to be touched. I know that you want it, don't try to deny it. And I also know that you are really insecure about your body but we talked about this. I love you, I don't care what you look like. And I also think you are absolutely stunning. Please Delia, trust me. Sex is something where both are involved. Both should feel good. That's not the case at the moment."

"Of course I want it (Y/n). How couldn't I, but I am afraid of your reaction. No matter what you say, you can't deny that I am older than you. A lot." "Older doesn't mean less beautiful, Delia." You smiled at her reassuringly.

You slowly pulled down the sheets and looked at Cordelias body. She was just wearing a big oversized grey shirt. You put your hand on her tight and started to rub it while going higher. With that you also pulled up her shirt a little. Before you pulled the shirt over her hips completely you looked at her to make sure she was still fine with everything you were doing. She shyly nodded so you started pulling the shirt up again. She raised her arms and you pulled it off completely.

She had the urge to cover her body and you knew that. But you didn't want that so you gently held her arms at the sides and started to gently spread kisses on her body. Starting with her mouth, her neck, her shoulders, her tummy and then you slowly got closer to her breasts. With one hand you caressed her left breast and with the other you calmly started to draw her bra strap down. She raised her body so that you could grab around her body and open the bra. You pulled it off and threw it to the floor. You sat up a little bit and couldn't do anything else but stare at her.

"(Y/n), don't please. I told you, I..." You shut her off by kissing her. "I didn't stare because I thought you were ugly, it was quite the opposite actually. You are amazingly beautiful and attractive, Darling." You saw her eyes starting to tear up so you leant down again and kissed her, more passionate this time. And while doing that your hand started to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples. She quietly moaned into your mouth so your hand went down over her tummy to the waistband of her underwear. You again looked at her in question. The instance she nodded your hand slid into her panties.

"Oh, Darling. You're so wet already, why didn't we do this earlier?" You slowly started to part her folds and gently stroke over her center which made her moan again. That was your sign and you fastly pulled off her underwear completely. As your mouth wandered down her body again you put both your hands on her waist. You spread kisses on her inner tights and slowly approached her center. As you got closer she spread her legs. You took this as an invitation, so you slowly started to kiss her center which made her moan. Your tongue slowly stared to lick her clit while your left hand moved down to play with her entrance. Delia grabbed your hair and you could feel that she started to breath heavier. You started to slide into her with one finger and gently fuck her. At the same time your tongue got faster and you sucked hard with your mouth. "Oh (Y/n), please..." You looked up at her and smirked. " Use your words, Delia. What do you want?" Her breathing got heavier but she managed to get the words: " Please.. fuck me. Use two fingers.. oh" out. So you did what she wanted. You pulled another finger inside of her and thrusted them in and out fastly. You knew that she was close so you grabbed her breast with the other hand and pinched her nipples. That was too much, Cordelia came screaming your name and moaning loudly. But you didn't stop sucking and licking her pussy. You heard her moaning even louder, she was so sensitive right know. She bit her lip, because she didn't want to scream so loud. "Please Delia I want to hear you, moan and scream my name for me" so she did exactly that. "OH (Y/n), please let me come" you stopped your movements and looked up to her. "You come when I tell you to come Cordelia. Ok?" She nodded, taken aback by your outburst of top energy. You slowly started to play with her clit again and because she was so sensitive she directly screamed again. You saw that she tried really hard not to come and that view turned you on so much that you could feel your own wetness again. "Come for me baby!" And she did exactly that, she came screaming and panting. Her whole body trembled. "Please (Y/n) stop, I can't take this anymore. It's too much." So you slowly stopped and moved up to kiss her.

"I love you (Y/n)"

You pulled her into your arms. "I love you too"

#coven #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson #cordelia goode #cordelia foxx #Cordelia × Reader #Cordelia Goode × Reader #wlw #fiona goode

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12tardis · 4 years ago

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Empire Line (Part 1/?)

Warnings: none

Summary: Newt has been in love with you since your second year at Hogwarts. You have been in love with Newt for nearly as long. You’re both ridiculously oblivious and you think he has feelings for Tina. Will Newt set the record straight before he loses you for good?

Pairings: Newt Scamander x Reader, Reader x OC (super brief)

A/N: Sooooooo this is part 1 of ? maybe 2 or 3 I really really really hope you like it bc I’ve slaved over this one. I’ve been wanting to write something more than just one shots for a while but my self esteem hit rock bottom this last couple months and that has bled over into my writing- hence why I’ve been so absent on here I’m so sorry fam ☹ In my head, this is a companion piece to I’m Gonna Keep You In Love With Me , it’s their origin story. Pls let me know your thoughts! I’d love to know what you think or where you think it’s headed. What do we think of Alistair?... Title: Empire Line by The National - literally listened to this on repeat while writing this

Taglist (I LOVE YALL): @auror-lovie @moonkissk7 @sagittarius-flowerchild @fishdonttouch @cal-ifornication @haileygarciasunshine

You had been completely in love with your best friend Newt Scamander since your school days at Hogwarts. You two had been inseparable since you first met and were now living together in a shared flat in London as you had been for the past few years since graduation.

You had tried to make your feelings known several times over the span of your friendship but Newt was either oblivious or pretending to be so he didn’t have to deal with the awkwardness of turning you down. You thought it was the former but as the years drew on you grew suspicious because how could one person be so completely clueless?

The unrequited love was recently becoming harder and harder for you to push aside. Your heart ached with every letter he exchanged with your dear friend Tina and your stomach knotted every time he would mention her in passing.

At the end of the day his happiness was all that mattered to you and if Tina was the one to bring him that then you would accept it. You just weren’t sure how you would bear it when they finally did get together.

Maybe it was time for you to move on and open your heart up to other possibilities. Merlin knows there’d been plenty of willing men ever the years, but you’d always held out hope that the love of your life would one day return your feelings.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to settle for someone else.

Once you finished your cup of tea you set the empty mug in the sink and grabbed your handbag before you left the flat, starting the journey to your workplace. Walking through the streets distractedly you thought over all the times you had tried to tell Newt how you felt.

The most recent time was when you’d been standing beside him a few months ago, posing for a photo for the newspaper at one of his book signings. You were so immensely proud of Newt for his hard work and dedication in pursuing his passion despite everyone that had ridiculed him for it throughout his life.

You had accompanied him in his travels while he wrote the book and had only fallen more in love with your best friend as you watched him in his element. And you thought maybe he may have returned your feelings considering he’d dedicated the book to you. Even his brother Theseus had dropped a couple of not-so-subtle hints your way regarding you and his younger brother.

So, as you stood beside him a few months ago at his first book signing you held his hand tightly in your own. You were pressed close to him and beaming with pride for the camera and you caught yourself glancing up at him where he stood beside you. He looked so uncomfortable and nervous in front of the camera but at the same time he was just so ridiculously handsome. You continued to gaze up at him adoringly after the photographer had moved on, squeezing his hand.

“I love you.”

You uttered the words before you could even stop yourself. It just felt so right and after everything that had happened over the past few months you were certain you had ‘something’. But when he looked back down at you with a crooked smile and squeezed your shoulder casually you felt a sinking sensation in your stomach.

“I love you too,” he said back with such ease that you just knew he only meant it as a friend. Your smile dropped for a split second, but you quickly composed yourself, letting go of his hand.

“Aaaaand I’m going to go find myself a drink,” you said in a fake bright voice, leaving him behind, completely unaware of the way he was staring after you yearningly.

What you didn’t see was the older woman that stepped over to him telling him that you were a lovely couple. And you definitely didn’t see the way he smiled back at the woman, thanking her softly as he continued to look at your retreating figure.

People were always mistaking you for a couple. It had been a regular occurrence since you were 5th years but unbeknownst to you - Newt had recently stopped correcting people when they made the same assumption. Instead opting to smile warmly in response and allow himself to get lost in the illusion for the briefest moment.

- - - - - -

You sighed to yourself as you reminisced on the memory, slipping your apron over your head once you arrived at work. That particular moment had taken you a good few weeks to get over.

Were you that undesirable to Newt that he didn’t even consider the possibility of you harbouring romantic feelings for him beyond friendship?

And then there’d been the numerous events you’d asked him to over the years.

You had been the one to ask him to the Yule Ball in your 6th year.

You’d asked him to attend your brother's wedding with you a few years after.

Once again you’d asked him to go as your date with you to a cocktail ball your work company held just the previous year.

And each and every time he knocked you back. His excuses ranged from: ‘it’s not my scene’, to ‘Pickett is under the weather’. And each rejection hurt more than the last.

To his credit though, he did eventually change his mind each time and always ended up being the best plus one there ever was. But that didn’t quite erase the embarrassment and heartache you felt every time he turned you down.

Just last week you’d asked him to go with you to your old school friend’s wedding. You’d thought he’d agree easily this time as Sarah was a mutual Hufflepuff friend of both of yours and she and Newt had always gotten along but he’d simply told you, “I’ll think about it,” before he had scurried off to his bedroom.

“Excuse me, are you open yet?” You snapped out of your musings once more when you heard the first customer for the day enter the shop, plastering a bright smile on your face. You were determined to have a good day.

- - - - - -

Newt walked into the kitchen shortly after you’d left for the day, frowning when he saw you had indeed left without saying goodbye and that you’d forgotten your lunch too.

He was worried about you lately. You usually always wished him a good day before you headed off anywhere and you hadn’t done so a couple of times now during the last few weeks. You also appeared to be forgetting meals here and there too.

You had been uncharacteristically quiet since the two of you had returned back from New York and Newt figured you must have been upset about leaving behind Queenie and Tina.

He knew how much you had bonded with the Goldstein sisters and he’d tried his best to cheer you up but everything he tried appeared to be futile as the smile would disappear from your face after a few moments and you’d just go back to tending to your plants or reading your books.

The only thing that seemed to grab your attention was when he would talk about Tina so he found himself mentioning the other woman most days, feeling a sense of relief when you would actually utter more than a few words in response. But something still seemed off.

He didn’t have the slightest clue about the heart ache you felt each time he uttered the other woman’s name.

Newt grabbed your lunch off of the counter and made his way to your workplace, figuring he could grab some things from the nearby grocers afterwards. He was planning to cook your favourite meal for dinner in the hopes to cheer you up a bit and maybe ask if there was something upsetting you recently.

Smiling to himself when he arrived at the small plant nursery where you worked, he leaned in the doorframe as he watched you tend to the plants, humming quietly to yourself. He saw you happy and at ease for the first time in weeks and he couldn’t help the grin that spread on his face at seeing you huff in annoyance when you couldn’t reach one of the hanging plants, stretching up onto your toes to try and reach the offending plant. How could one person be so adorable?

He was just about to step in and retrieve it for you when another gentleman walked over to you, resting a hand on your waist as he leant over you to grab the planter down. The smile dropped from Newt’s face immediately as he watched this man grin down at you, still completely in your personal space.

The mystery man set the plant down on the counter in front of you and Newt felt bile rise in his throat at the giggle you let out when the man leant in even closer to you, brushing some soil from your face. He was obviously a co-worker of yours and Newt felt awful because he should have been happy that you were happy, considering your previous co-worker had been horrible to you but when he saw the way the other guy still had his hand on your waist he felt nothing but jealousy.

Who was this guy?

Why hadn’t you told him you had a new co-worker?

You usually told him everything.

He thought you told him everything.

And WHY was the guy still gripping your waist like that?

Jealousy. It was a rare feeling for him to experience but it definitely wasn’t a new one. He’d experienced it every time someone had come along over the years and dared to look at you a little too long, or touch you with too much familiarity.

And every time, he felt like the world's biggest ass because he knew he didn’t have some claim to you. You weren’t some prize to be won or fought over, and yet here he was, gritting his teeth as he watched the other man make you laugh and swoon, just like he wished he could.

It took him back to the very first time he’d experienced the wrath of the green-eyed monster when you were 3rd years at Hogwarts.

- - - - - -

Newt was rushing towards the common room to find you with the new Pixie he’d just found hidden in his robes. He was excited to show you his discovery because you’d been particularly fascinated in the pixies when you’d studied them in class but as he stepped into the common room he was entirely unprepared for the sight that greeted him.

Pierce Brixley, one of the popular Hufflepuff 5th years, was gripping your shoulders and saying something to you with a megawatt smile on his face.

He couldn’t quite make out what either of you were saying as he made his way towards you, pausing in his tracks when Pierce leant in and planted an eager kiss on your cheek. Newt then felt a foreign twisting sensation in his stomach as he watched you lift a hand to your cheek to brush over where Pierce’s lips had just been, laughing while you waved to the older boy as he turned to leave.

“You saved my life, Y/N!”, Pierce called out to you over his shoulder as he rushed to leave the room. Newt noticed the other boy had a potted plant grasped in his hands.

“Oh, hi Newt!”, he grinned but Newt simply nodded at him wordlessly, watching him leave the common room in a rush.

He didn’t know what this strange feeling was that had just washed over him. Newt really liked Pierce. The older Hufflepuff had gotten him out of strife with some of his bullies several times and had even offered to help him with his studies from time to time.

So why did Newt suddenly feel the urge to jinx him?

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you since Charms”, you beamed at him, practically bounding over to him and tipping your head aside at the blank expression he wore.

“What was that about?”, he asked, completely ignoring your earlier statement, feeling a twitch of annoyance when you frowned at him in confusion “with Pierce,” he quickly clarified.

“Oh! Right that,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“He was panicking yesterday because it’s his girlfriend's birthday tomorrow and he accidentally squashed the Puffapod he’d gotten for her but it was fine because I found some growing out by the pumpkin patch- remember that time?”, you barely paused for breath, waiting for him to nod in affirmation.

“Yeah so I just gave him a new one that I dug up today. And now I have a sad but still hopeful Puffapod of my own to nurse!” You smiled as you held up the crushed and wilted flower for him to see.

And just like that the foreign sensation in his gut was gone and he felt normal again.

“So, I got him out of a pickle apparently but I’m not too sure about that because I don’t know who in their right mind thinks a Puffapod is a romantic gift! They make you dizzy if you mishandle them, did you know that? I certainly wouldn’t appreciate that as a gift.”

You rambled on so quickly that Newt was struggling to keep up, but he couldn’t stop his growing smile because he absolutely loved listening and watching you go off on tangents. You were so passionate about plants and flowers and he utterly adored the way your eyes would light up when you got carried away talking about them.

He gazed back at you as you continued to talk about the qualities of a Puffpod while you inspected the plant in your hands, trailing your fingers over the foliage.

“So, what kind of gift would you appreciate then?” he chuckled, smiling softly back at you and you blinked back at him because it wasn’t really something you had thought about.

“Uh...just something that shows genuine thought and care I guess- WAIT is that a Pixie?!”

- - - - - -

Newt was broken out of his daydreaming when he heard you laugh once more, and he cleared his throat when he decided you had spent way too long gazing back at the mystery man.

He gritted his teeth when said man was the one to turn to greet him while you went back to watering the plants, not noticing his presence in the shop.

“Hi there! How can I help you today?”, your co-worker said brightly, heading around the counter towards Newt.

Newt held up the lunch bag in his hand. “I came to see Y/N”, he said flatly, so flatly that he almost didn’t recognise his own voice.

Newt stared at you desperately feeling some of the tension leave him when you looked up to see him, a bright smile appearing on your face not a moment later.

“Newt!”

You smiled happily at him instinctively. You were always happy to see him, that much had never changed. It was just when you pictured him with Tina that that miserable shadow would fall over you again.

You cocked your head aside as you bounded over to him and Newt was entirely distracted by the sensation of his heart swelling on his chest at the sight of you, looking just like you did that time in your 3rd year.

Your lips parted when you recognised he was holding your lunch that you hadn’t even realised you’d forgotten. “Oh goodness, I totally forgot. Thank you, Newt! What would I do without you?”, you pecked him on the cheek quickly as you took the bag from him.

Newt blushed as he usually would at your affection, but he also felt a small sense of pride when he noticed the way your co-worker’s eyebrows shot up at the kiss.

“Starve probably,” he answered with a teasing smile, pausing when he spotted some lingering soil on your cheek that the other man had obviously failed to brush away.

He lifted his hand without a moment's hesitation and slowly and gently thumbed away the remaining dirt from your skin. Not noticing the way you held your breath and leant into his touch instinctively.

“I’ll see you later”, Newt murmured, dropping his hand quickly when he realised how long he’d been staring at you. He allowed his hand to brush down your arm, squeezing your hand in his own momentarily before he stepped away from you.

“Have a good day, Y/N,” he called looking back at you once he was in the doorway, simply nodding at your co-worker before he left the shop.

That evening when you arrived home to find Newt preparing your favourite meal for dinner, you’d felt a small spark of hope flourish in your chest, wondering if maybe he was trying to be romantic. Especially after that moment in the shop.

The meal was perfect, and you were sat there gazing back at Newt adoringly with your chin resting in your palm while he told you about his day with the creatures.

He paused in his ramblings as he got up “oh I nearly forgot, Tina wrote us both,” he grabbed two envelopes from the kitchen counter, passing you yours with a wide smile.

And just like that you felt all your hopes fade away once again. This time it really hurt to see the soft smile on his lips as he looked down at his own letter that looked considerably thicker than yours.

Of course it would be thicker than yours.

They were probably writing full romantic essays back and forth by now.

You plastered on a smile of resignation, pocketing your own letter and going straight to your bedroom once you’d finished cleaning up. Having no idea that Tina had actually written to Newt in great detail of all the reasons why she felt he needed to share his feelings for you.

- - - - - -

Newt had read over Tina’s letter at least a dozen times over the following week, knowing logically that everything the woman had written was true.

‘I know you’re nervous. Especially after all this time but you’ve known Y/N for so long now you know she would never ridicule you or lash out at you.

You should make the most of all the precious time you have together. Our time is never promised, I learnt that with the passing of my parents and there’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be able to tell them how much I loved them.

I can’t tell you for sure how she will respond but you will be able to finally rest without wondering what could be. Be brave Newt.’

He’d been re-reading that specific page over and over again and he was finally building a plan in his head of how he was going to tell you.

There had been so many moments over the years when he’d nearly told you of his feelings. The words had truly been on the very tip of his tongue more times than he could count.

But every time he grew anxious and backed out, promising himself he’d tell you ‘next time’.

The most recent time had been just a fortnight earlier when you’d been down in his case with him.

He went to the markets to fetch you a box of your favourite pastries and a bouquet of your favourite flowers, planning to present them to you when you got home from work. He had set the sweets and flowers in his study to give to you later before he’d headed down to check on the creatures, running through what he would say to you in his head as he cleaned around the enclosures.

“Newt?”, he startled when he heard your voice call for him because you weren’t due home for another hour. He looked up in time to see you coming down the stairs towards him.

“You will not believe who’s getting married!”, you said excitedly, waving the opened wedding invitation in front of his face “Sarah! Oh I’m so excited, it’s next month and the venue is incredible. Please come with me? Please?” you rambled on quickly.

Newt felt the courage to tell you of his feelings completely disappearing as he looked back at you and how beautiful you looked gushing excitedly over the wedding of your mutual Hufflepuff friend. “I-I’ll think about it,” he stammered, turning his attention back to his creatures because he simply couldn’t trust himself to look at you any longer without blurting out everything he had on his mind.

He was so focused on managing his own emotions that he was entirely oblivious to the hurt that washed over your features and the dejected way you slumped your shoulders before you left him alone in his case.

That evening he ended up tossing the pastries to Dougal and leaving the flowers on the doorstep of your workplace for you to find the next day, figuring it wouldn’t be too strange for a floral bouquet to show up at a plant and floral shop.

- - - - - -

The next time he worked up the courage to tell you how he felt wasn’t for another two weeks. The weeks had passed rather uneventfully as you both had continued on in your usual routines.

It was that morning as he watched you feeding the Mooncalves with the sweetest smile on your lips and Pickett perched on your shoulder that he decided he was going to try and tell you again.

You had seemed to perk up again recently so he took that as a good sign and once you’d left for work that day he once again went to buy you your favourite flowers and even booked a table at one of the restaurants you’d been nagging him to go to. Yes, he was going to put himself entirely out of his comfort zone tonight if it meant winning your heart.

Time got away from him though as he did a few other errands and got caught up in a menswear shop when he decided on a whim that he was going to buy a nice suit that you would hopefully like. He recalled you telling him how much you liked him in blue, so he was feeling quite confident with himself as he wandered back to the flat with his new blue suit and your flowers in hand.

It was 5.30 now. You would most likely be home from work but he figured that still gave you both ample time to get ready for dinner and enough time for him to plan out what he was going to say to you like he hadn’t already been rehearsing all day.

But his newfound confidence dissipated immediately as he approached the front door, hearing your voice and a distinct male voice that he didn’t recognise. Just like that he felt every last drop of courage drain from his body as he stepped into the flat and saw the very same co-worker from a few weeks ago.

He was sitting at the dining room table smiling back at you while you had your head tipped back in laughter at something that he’d said.

- - - - - -

Completely unbeknownst to Newt you had spent the last two weeks trying your very hardest to train your heart out of beating erratically every time you saw your best friend smile. Or stopping your stomach from doing somersaults every time he looked back at you with a little too much interest.

Sure, you loved him more than anything or anyone, but you simply couldn’t take any more of listening to him gush on and on about Tina. You knew it was time for you to move on.

So, you had to get over him and that meant turning your attention to your co-worker, Alistair. He was handsome, he was flirty, he was passionate about plants like you and most importantly he was into you.

You were still down in the dumps from Newt turning down your invite to Sarah’s wedding as you walked to work the next day but as you stepped towards the shop the most incredible bouquet of flowers sat waiting for you against the shop door. You felt your chest tighten as you scooped up the arrangement, seeing it was all your favourites.

“Blegh, who puts sunflowers with peonies and ranunculi?” Alistair said from beside you, having just arrived. You looked back at him suspiciously.

“...they’re my favourite flowers,” you said slowly, watching him closely because you were certain he’d heard you telling a customer that much just a few days ago.

“Oh, I knew that, I was just joking” Alistair played it off casually with a wink and such a charming smile that you were convinced he’d been the one to leave them for you.

When he set his hand on your waist and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek you were certain it had been him.

Who else could it be?

- - - - - -

“Oh hi, Newt! This is Alistair I’m not sure you’ve met properly yet,” you said brightly when you noticed Newt had arrived home, gesturing to the man sitting across from you. Alistair looked Newt up and down, keeping a pleasant smile on his face as he eyed the flowers Newt had tucked under his arm. Almost an exact replica of the bouquet from the other week, just in a different colour arrangement.

“Pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard plenty about you,” he said smoothly, holding his hand out to Newt.

Newt shook Alistair’s hand begrudgingly, feeling completely intimidated by just how classically handsome and built the other man was. He could never compare.

“Nice flowers you got there,” Alistair nodded at the bouquet just as you jumped to your feet excitedly, finally noticing the flowers.

“Uh...yeah I just found these on the doorstep,” Newt lied, holding the flowers out to you and stiffening at the calculating look Alistair was now giving him.

You blinked a few times as you took the stunning bouquet from Newt, whipping your head aside to look at Alistair.

“I KNEW it was you!”, you said happily as you poked a finger into Alistair’s chest, completely missing the look of confusion that passed over his face for a fleeting moment.

And missing the look of alarm Newt was giving you.

“You tried to pretend you didn’t know what my favourite flowers were! When did you even have the time to put them there?”, you giggled, truly thinking Alistair had managed to pull off such a romantic feat.

Newt gritted his teeth, feeling the strongest flare of jealousy yet when he saw Alistair quickly compose himself and plaster that stupid smug smirk back on his face “well I had them delivered of course,” he lied smoothly as his eyes flicked to Newt.

The two men locked eyes for a moment. Alistair was silently challenging Newt to tell you otherwise. Newt glanced back at you, opening his mouth to protest but he stopped himself just as quickly when he saw the happy glimmer in your eyes.

He just didn’t have the heart to ruin your good mood especially considering how down you had been lately.

So what if you thought the flowers came from Alistair? It was a harmless misunderstanding, right?

Not a moment later you were pressing a kiss to Alistair’s cheek and Newt was gritting his teeth again.

You wandered away to find a vase for the flowers, leaving the two men alone to just stare at each other. Alistair looked back at Newt and the stony expression he now wore, clearing his throat after a moment.

“I should really get going, Y/N,” he called out, keeping his gaze fixed firmly on Newt, another fake smile gracing his lips when you turned to look at him.

“It was nice to meet you, Newt.”

Alistair walked over to you and Newt wanted to die as he watched him press a kiss to the top of your head and saw the shy smile you gave him in return.

Newt briefly considered throwing the damn bouquet into his case for the creatures to feast on when you went to see Alistair off but when you returned to the room, he felt a horrible sense of guilt settle in his chest. You looked so happy and touched by the notion and he just didn’t have the will to wipe that smile from your face.

Would you have been so happy if you’d known who they were truly from?

Probably not.

“He seems nice,” he murmured quietly, staring back at you desperately and hoping you would realise the truth. But when you nodded your head in response, he knew it was a pointless hope.

“Yeah he’s lovely. He’s uh, a bit of a handful sometimes but he’s really sweet and he doesn’t get bored of all my plant talk,” you laughed, looking back at Newt, nodding at the bag he had in his hand “what did you buy?”

“Oh, just some stuff for in the case,” he lied quickly, forcing a smile at you before he walked away, pretending that his heart wasn’t in total shambles.

He decided it didn’t matter who the flowers were really from. All that mattered was that you were happy.

- - - - - -

Another week passed and Newt didn’t hear or see anything more of Alistair much to his relief. Strangely, you appeared to have slipped back into your more quiet subdued self and Newt was worried again.

Had Alistair done something to upset you maybe?

In actual fact you’d been wallowing for a few days now since you’d happened to glimpse one of Newt’s letters from Tina, mistakenly thinking it was yours.

‘Newt,

There is so much to admire about you. You are handsome and inspiring and truly one of a kind. I know Queenie agrees with me on this. Don’t sell yourself short. Much love,

Tina

Not only were you completely unaware that the true intention of the letter was more of a friendly pep talk on Tina’s behalf after Newt had written to her about his failure in telling you his feelings and detailing how charming Alistair was comparatively. But you were also hurt to think that Newt had neglected to tell you that he and Tina had made things official.

Sure, the letter was a little lacklustre and you could think of roughly two thousand things to add to the list of things to admire about Newt, but it was still clearly a letter between two people holding affection for one another.

It wasn’t an idea you really wanted to accept yet, so you decided the safest course of action for your bruised heart was to limit your time with Newt. So as a result, you’d been busying yourself throughout the week with your garden.

He would tell you about his new relationship with Tina when he was ready, and you would smile and support him like a good friend.

You’d been up in your bedroom all morning and Newt was concerned so he set about making you a cup of tea deciding he would go and check on you but he nearly dropped the mug in his hand when you came sweeping into the kitchen, dressed up to the nines in the most magnificent dress he’d never seen before.

Your lips were painted to perfection and your hair was styled to frame your face. His chest was aching from your sheer beauty.

“Y/N, you look...incredible,” he breathed, his mouth agape as he looked back at you. “What’s...what’s the occasion?”, he managed to ask eventually, moving closer to you instinctively.

You were completely taken aback by his reaction and his sweet words because he almost looked...awed? You shook the thought away, remembering the letter from Tina and frowned at him.

“It’s Sarah’s wedding? Remember you were invited? I told you about it last month?”, you walked away from him when the doorbell rang, and Newt stared after you helplessly.

Had Sarah’s wedding seriously snuck up that quickly?

Why hadn’t you mentioned it to him again?

Usually you would remind him of such events with a few weeks’ notice, giving him plenty of time to get his act together.

He felt his stomach drop and he understood exactly why you hadn’t mentioned the wedding to him again when he saw you pull the front door open, revealing a fancy suit-clad Alistair. You were taking a practical stranger as your date to the wedding of one of your oldest friends and boy did that feel like a kick in the guts.

“Y/N, didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to out-shine the bride on her wedding day?”, Alistair said loudly as he walked into the apartment, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. Newt rolled his eyes so hard he thought they might roll right out of his head.

“Oh, you won’t be saying that when you see Sarah. She’s actual perfection”, you smiled back at Alistair bashfully.

“I highly doubt there is going to be a single lady who can hold a candle to you today”, Alistair smirked, and Newt grit his teeth because that was something he could actually agree upon but just the way the other man was leering at you as he said it had Newt wanting to cover you up in one of his long coats. They always did swim on your frame.

Alistair eventually stopped his leering long enough to thrust a huge bouquet of flowers into your face. You raised your eyebrows because this time it was a giant bouquet of red roses.

“I thought it was about time to change it up a little, don’t you think?”, Alistair smiled, reaching out to toy with a strand of your hair, making Newt want to break his hand.

When you just stared at the roses wordlessly Alistair pressed a kiss to your cheek “I think Roses are much better suited to a lady such as yourself. Elegant, beautiful and the flower of romance.”

As you took the bouquet from Alistair and offered him a thankful smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes Newt found himself being thrown back into his Hogwarts days when he’d first learned the truth of why you didn’t like roses.

- - - - - -

“Now remember this spell will only heal minor injuries. Anything beyond that and I highly suggest that you still take a visit to the hospital wing.” Professor Jamieson’s dry voice carried through the classroom.

“Now repeat after me ep-PIS-kee...Episkey. Good.”

Newt was sat beside you in charms class during your second year, fidgeting with his quill nervously as he prayed the Professor wouldn’t call on him to demonstrate for the class.

Professor Jamieson had a penchant for making the entire class demonstrate their pronunciation and wand motions and it was often a source of great embarrassment for Newt as he would stutter when the entire class was watching him.

Newt groaned quietly from his spot beside you when the teacher did just that and he began to bounce his knee nervously as the students began to take turns one by one.

He blinked in surprise when you lay your hand on his knee. You offered him a smile of comfort and he felt his nerves melt away for a moment as he found himself getting lost in your eyes and the soft curve of your lips.

That moment was short lived though as the Professor had the class begin to recite the spell and the motion one by one.

He desperately whispered the spell to himself under his breath, but of course once it was his turn he froze, staring down at his desk as he fumbled with his wand.

Everyone’s eyes were on him as you nudged him gently and the Professor called on him again.

“...Ep-p-p...p-pisskey,” his flushed deep red right to his ears as one Colin Fligshaw guwaffed with laughter, already mocking Newt from the back of the classroom.

“P-p-p-p please Professor! I only speak FREAK!”, Colin mocked, and Newt sat in complete humiliation wanting nothing more than to disappear as the other students began to laugh along.

That was until you threw your ink pot with shocking accuracy, hitting Colin in the middle of his head and sending the ink all over the boy and his robes “Merlin, YOU’RE A GIT, FLIGSHAW!”

Your angry voice carried through the classroom as everyone else sat in stunned silence and Newt stared at you like you’d grown a second head.

“Miss L/N, Mr Fligshaw, detention for a week! And 10 points from Hufflepuff and Gryffindor!”

You scowled back at the other boy who at least had the decency to look ashamed, remembering the time you had made him pay for stealing Newt’s textbooks the year before. He’d had a sore ear for an entire week after you’d dragged him the length of the entire school, ranting and raving at him like a complete lunatic.

“Y/N, you didn’t have to do that. Now you’re gonna be stuck in detention,” Newt said when you were leaving the classroom and you frowned at the guilty expression he wore.

“Newt, you’re my best friend. I’m not just going to sit back and watch you be poked fun of. Plus, you’re going meet me after detention every day with snacks, aren’t you?”, you grinned back at him. You were only joking but Newt nodded in response.

And he did just that. Waiting diligently outside the detention hall for you each afternoon with your favourite snacks hidden in his robes that he’d pinched from the kitchens.

“You’re free!”, he hugged you when you’d finally finished serving your punishment at the end of the week, handing you a cinnamon bun that was still warm.

You hummed happily in appreciation wasting no time in chomping down on the pastry as Newt held out a letter for you to see “Look what my parents wrote me h-oh no!”, he tried to grasp for the paper when a gust of wind sent it flying out of his hand.

You quickly chased after it across the courtyard and Newt tried to call out to get your attention, but it was too late. You managed to catch the paper at the same time you stumbled straight into a rose bush, crying out when the thorns dug into your skin.

“Y/N!” he ran over to you as you thrashed around trying to free yourself from the rose bush, only to end up with more thorns piercing your skin. “Y/N stop moving!”

He winced at your whimper of pain as he carefully pried the bushes away from you, helping you out from the garden bed and sitting you down carefully as he looked over your injuries and torn stockings.

“This IS WHY I HATE ROSES! Firstly, they remind me of my mum's funeral because Merlin, they were everywhere that day but now this! Terrible, stupid, overrated flowers!”

Newt hated the tears he could see you fighting back as you bit your lip in pain. Your stockings were torn and there was blood running down both of your legs. He didn’t hesitate as he knelt down in front of you, taking your hand and using his other to pluck his wand out from his pocket.

“Episkey,” he murmured, letting out a sigh of relief when your skin mended quickly and you were no longer wincing in pain.

“Newt! You did it!”, you gasped, looking at him with big eyes and gripping his shoulders with a proud smile.

“I guess I just needed a reason to get it right,” he smiled back at you crookedly, casting another charm to get rid of the blood and dirt off of you before he helped you to your feet.

He didn’t let go of your hand as he guided you towards the common room, vowing to never ever present you with roses as a gift.

- - - - - -

Newt stepped towards you cutting Alistair from your view as you set the flowers in water with an unreadable expression on your face.

You looked up when he took your hand, looking back at him in confusion before you smiled weakly at him.

“It’s okay. I told Sarah you were busy with book signing things. She understands.” You squeezed his hand gently and Newt wanted to kick himself because that was the last thing that was on his mind. Really, he just wanted to stop you from leaving with him.

He wanted to tell you the truth. And he wanted to dash off to get into his own suit so he could take you to the wedding himself, but he knew he’d lost his chance.

Alistair’s low laughter filled the kitchen as he moved over to you and Newt gritted his teeth at the way he was still leering at you. “Don’t worry Newt, I’ll have her home by curfew,” Alistair teased, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you out of Newt’s grasp.

“Come on princess. We don’t want to be late,” Alistair fixed Newt with one last hard look over your shoulder before he pulled you from the house, missing the way you looked back at Newt in concern. Wondering what it was that he’d been trying to tell you.

Once you were gone from the flat Newt tried to go about his day as usual but the image of you looking so beautiful in Alistair’s arms was burned into his retinas and he found himself checking the time constantly.

He glanced at his watch with a sigh for the 4th time in an hour that afternoon, wondering what you were doing and if Alistair was being respectful. He knew it was silly. You were an adult and you could take care of yourself but that didn’t stop him from worrying and it certainly didn’t stop him from wallowing in self-pity.

As the hours wore on and the light faded, he found himself feeling more and more worked up, lingering in the living room by the front door when he would usually be in his case working.

It was the thought of you slow dancing in Alistair’s arms that had him rushing from the house and before he knew it, he was standing on his brothers’ doorstep, pounding on the door in a complete daze.

“Newt?”, Theseus frowned when he opened his door, knowing immediately from his younger brother’s body language and expression that something was bothering him. He stepped aside, motioning for Newt to come in and went to put the kettle on the boil while Newt sat himself down in the lounge room.

“I’m sorry I know it’s late and you’re probably busy- I can, I can go,” Newt stuttered when Theseus had returned with a pot of tea, getting to his feet to which Theseus frowned and cast him back into his seat.

“Newton. You know my door is open to you no matter the time. What’s upsetting you?”

Newt let out a deep sigh, brushing his fingers through his hair “I don’t...I don’t really know.”

But Theseus fixed Newt with a deadpan expression because he knew his brother only stumbled on his words like he was now over a select few reasons.

“Is one of the creatures ill?”

Newt shook his head.

“Have you lost Dougal again?”

He shook his head again.

“So, it’s Y/N.” Theseus said slowly, watching the younger man closely as he shook his head again.

“Well no...it’s not her specifically,” Newt ran a hand down his face and then let out a groan as his shoulders slumped.

“Merlin, who am I kidding. She’s at a wedding right now with some other man. Her co-worker. I was supposed to go with her, but I said no- I know I’m an idiot don’t give me that face Thes,” he rambled on as he wrung his hands in his lap.

“They’ve been getting closer lately and I just, I’m trying to be happy for her, but I can’t stand the guy Thes’ I seriously can’t stand the guy and it’s driving me mad!”

Newt’s voice grew louder as he continued on but Theseus watched him curl in on himself again when he finished.

The brothers sat in silence for a few moments as Theseus just looked back at Newt, choosing his words carefully.

“You...don’t like him because you’re simply jealous or you don’t like him because he’s genuinely unlikable?”

Newt blinked back at his brother in confusion “why’s it matter?” he sighed, shaking his head as he flopped back in the chair.

In the past he would have ardently argued that he wasn’t jealous and he didn’t see you that way but he knew there was no point trying to lie to Theseus.

“Well I just mean- do you dislike him just because you want to be him? Because you want to be in his shoes? Or do you dislike him because he’s not a good fit for Y/N? Does he treat her well? Will he make her happy?”

Newt looked down at his lap then, twisting his hands together once more as he pondered what Theseus had said.

“Not like I can,” he whispered eventually.

Theseus nodded in response, smiling softly back at him as he clapped him on the shoulder “then I think you better do something about it, Newt. You need to tell her how you feel before it’s too late.”

He noticed the hesitant look Newt wore so he continued, “you need to tell her before you have to watch her move on with someone who can never love her or treat her like you do.”

Newt got to his feet then, nodding to himself and determined to tell you the truth once and for all. Surely you would be home by now. When he arrived home though it was clear you still haven’t returned. That was fine. It just gave him more time to rehearse what he was going to say.

He paced around the kitchen as he imagined hearing you tell him you felt the same way.

“I had a great time tonight, Y/N.”

Newt’s head snapped up and he spotted you in the front terrace, your heels in one hand and Alistair’s hand gripped in the other.

That was okay too. It didn’t have to mean anything. He could still go through with his plan once you were inside and Alistair had left.

Then just as you reached for the door Alistair tugged your hand, spinning you around in his arms and leaning in for a kiss but you turned your cheek at the last second. You successfully dodged the kiss and Newt could almost hear his own heart sing.

That had to be a good sign! You didn’t want to kiss Alistair so maybe he still had a chance to tell you the truth. His brother's advice still echoed in his ears and he realised he had to tell you tonight before he lost his shot completely.

He sucked in a breath when you finally entered the house, standing in the hallway and just glimpsing Alistair’s retreating figure before you swung the door closed and turned to face him.

“Oh, Newt you’re still up”, you said in surprise and Newt had to focus on the task at hand when he realised just how distractingly gorgeous you were still looking.

“Yes, I have to tell you something,” he blurted out, stepping closer to you tentatively.

“Me too actually,” you murmured, smiling back at him weakly and Newt was caught off guard.

Why were you looking at him like that?

What did that smile mean?

He was so dumbfounded by your expression that he forgot to speak, so you eventually filled the silence.

“Alistair’s moving to South America to research the flora and fauna over there.”

Newt only blinked back at you dumbly, so you spoke up again.

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Chapter 11

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Harry X OFC (AU)

Sequel to Brutality: In which Melody and Harry must relearn how to navigate one another among a flurry of changes.

Read previous parts here.

Author’s note: Heyyyyyaaaaaaa. I’m going to be honest with y’all. I have not been working on this story like I should have since I started posting. That being said, I do have a few more chapters completed but then things get a littleeeeee fuzzy bc I’ve been slacking. I’m going to try to keep up with the posting schedule I have rn, but if that doesn’t work out, please forgive me. I may need to pause for a few weeks to stack up some more chapters. BUT CROSS YOUR FINGERS I GET MY SHIT TOGETHER. As always, please like and reblog and leave me an ask if you can. :’) When you’re done reading, I would love for you guys to go find a petition you haven’t signed yet. All of my love. Xx

Melody still had nightmares. Horrible ones. Awful, haunting dreams that pressed at the edges of reality, blurring lines between sleeping and waking. But they somehow became less constant and more bearable within the next few weeks. Whether it was due to Harry’s constant, tender touches as she fell asleep every night, or to the ugly, unartistic paintings and incoherent writing she’d forced out, there were no clues. She thought Harry deserved the credit, but he thought it could be a mix of both.

Early snow dusted the city like powdered sugar, lightly enough to look pretty without making traffic a mess. Melody felt the cold dampen her mood, but Harry only seemed to brighten at the prospect of a blizzard warning. Snow dazzled him. Despite everything he’d experienced in his relatively short life, somehow winter had always remained a sort of sanctuary for him. And he’d softened himself toward everyone as a result.

“Ugh, do I have to go?” Melody asked aloud when she reentered the bedroom to find him laid out on her bed. He looked so cozy and warm in a pair of sweats with his hair mussed atop his head. She bent over him to plant a chaste kiss to his lips.

“No,” Harry said, “yeh don’.”

She smiled ruefully and stole another soft kiss from him. “Yes, I do.”

“Yeh don’ have to. Could stay here with me.”

“Harry.” Melody accepted his return kisses as he sat himself up, swinging his legs over the edge of the mattress.

“Melody.” He ran a thumb over the curve of her chin and sighed.

“I need to go. Please, be nice to Bea.”

“Always am.”

“Sure you are.” She pressed her lips to his one final time and let them linger a few moments too long, until she felt his fingers sneaking around the back of her neck. If she let him touch her too much she’d end up late to her own match. “Okay, I’m leaving,” she insisted as she backed away. “I’m going. Bye.”

Harry watched her slip out of the room, collecting her gym bag on the way. He was relieved that she hadn’t told him she loved him. Every time he heard the words on her tongue he felt his very organs shift, felt them contort and fold in on themselves. He would never, ever tell her the way it made him feel, but he hoped that eventually, when he still wasn’t saying it back, she might just let the sentiment die. Wishful thinking, perhaps.

“Let’s go, Harry!” Bea called from the living room.

He sighed as he rose to his feet and lumbered out of the bedroom, his cane clicking on the hardwood. The door to the apartment closed before he made it past the threshold of the room. It was only him and Bea left. There was still an awkward air between them, but it was beginning to thin. Harry thought it was because of his help with Melody’s nightmares. He didn’t like the idea that Bea had ever thought he’d be useless in a situation like that. He didn’t like that doing the bare minimum to comfort Melody had somehow made Bea more open to him.

“You don’t look enthused.”

“I don’ like to bullshit,” Harry responded.

Bea grinned. She patted the cushion beside her and waited for him to sit. She didn’t seem bothered that he sat farther from her than necessary.

“Aren’t you wondering what we’re gonna watch?” Bea asked.

Harry shrugged. “Not really.”

“What if I picked a chick flick?”

“Then I’d just fall asleep.”

“You’re not falling asleep tonight,” Bea stated. “We’re watching The Silence of the Lambs.”

Harry’s lack of reaction seemed to deflate her. She clicked a button on the remote and the opening credits of the film began to roll.

“I have no clue how you’re with someone who writes and paints,” Bea murmured.

“If yeh figure it out, let me know.”

The pair lapsed into silence as the movie started. And didn’t even exchange a glance when Queenie appeared, curling up on the cushion between them.

Bea paused after a bit to take a call from Josie and microwave a bag of popcorn, and when she returned she found her cat sprawled across Harry’s lap, purring loudly, much to Harry’s chagrin. She had to consciously stop herself from spitting out laughter. Instead, she sat back in her seat and slid the bowl of popcorn into the spot that Queenie had abandoned.

***

“That was fucked up,” Harry eventually said, when the end credits of the movie had been rolling for a few minutes.

“Yes.”

“He wore the guy’s face.”

“He eats people. I feel like that’s the more fucked up of the two.”

Harry shook his limbs, as though he could expel the disturbing parts of the movie from his memory. Queenie, who hadn’t moved since she settled into his lap, took unkindly to his movement, stretched to the floor, and bounded into Bea’s bedroom.

“Glad Melody didn’t watch this one.”

Bea drew in a deep breath and shook her head. “Melody loves scary movies,” she informed him. "But that’s because she knows they’re not real. She’s not—It’s different when you live it, right?”

Harry fell silent. Whether she agreed or not, he was the one that had dragged Melody into a horror film of her own. Now she could barely sleep in her own bed because of his brother. And he didn’t know how else he could help, how else he could ward off the monsters.

“Speak of the devil,” Bea said as she caught sight of Harry’s phone, where it buzzed on the coffee table. “Mel” was spelled across the screen. Harry leaned forward to answer the call and bring the phone to his ear.

“Hi.”

“Hey, man.”

Sean’s voice sounded muffled and uneasy. Harry felt himself stiffen almost immediately, and his body language conveyed something to Bea. She unfolded her legs to place her feet flat on the floorboards.

“Wha’s wrong?”

“Why does something have to be wrong?”

“Because yeh’re callin’ me from Melody’s phone and yeh sound like yeh’re about to get in trouble. Don’ fuck with me.”

There was a brief hiccup of a chuckle on the other end of the line. It was a nervous sound. Harry didn’t like it one bit.

“Uh, she lost her match.” Sean cleared his throat before he went on. “She’s about to get an X-ray of her torso done right now. I’m sure it’s just—”

“Fuckin’ Christ, Sean! Yeh could’ve led with that.” Harry was already on his feet, reaching for the arm of the sofa to keep his balance when he realized he was forgetting his cane. He doubled back and waved off Bea’s desperate vie for information.

“She’s probably fine!” Sean defended. “I don’t think she broke anything or she would’ve been a little more hysterical.”

“For fuck’s sake. I’ll be there in fifteen.”

Harry hung up before Sean could respond. “She’s gettin’ X-rays at the hospital,” he spat at Bea, who was following him around and demanding to know what was going on. “Might have a broken rib or somethin’.”

So much for this strange bonding experience that Melody had insisted on. It felt more like something sorority sisters might do on the weekends than anything else, anyway. And Harry didn’t wait for Bea as he hobbled down the complex stairs, struggling into a jacket while supporting himself with his cane. But somehow she ended up in the cab with him, and their mutual silence felt unifying.

***

“Floor two,” the woman at the lobby’s desk said. Harry was already crossing to the elevators, so she nearly shouted the room number to him. Bea, despite being in perfect health, had to rush to keep up with him. Her curls bounced with every hurried step.

“Harry, I’m sure she’s okay.” She tugged the zipper down on her jacket as they waited for an elevator and tried to catch her breath. This felt like exercise, and Bea hated exercise. “Not that you shouldn’t be worried,” she continued, “but don’t act like she’s on the brink of death. She’s used to injuries.”

Harry snorted humorlessly. Melody didn’t know what injuries were. She told him once that she’d never been to the hospital for herself. It was always a cousin giving birth or her father getting stitches. She had never split her skin open far enough to get stitched up herself, or been hit so hard that her insides were bleeding, or snapped a bone.

There was a musical ding as an elevator reached the ground floor. Harry didn’t wait for the family on it to exit before he shouldered past them and jammed his thumb into the button for the second story. Bea was more patient. She allowed everyone out before she stepped in beside Harry and watched him smash the button to close the elevator doors. It was almost endearing to see him so concerned, but it was also too intense for her tastes.

There was no elevator music to lull the pair of them. They waited in silence until they reached the floor that Melody was on and then navigated through the halls quickly until they found the correct room number. Sean was just inside the door.

“Ah, I thought you’d gotten lost or—”

“Fuck you,” Harry snapped as he stepped past his friend. Melody was laying in a hospital bed. This setting was so familiar to Harry, but with the roles reversed, it felt like he was having a nightmare of his own.

“You don’t have to be rude to him, you know,” Melody muttered.

She had an awful, swelling bruise on her forehead, so close to her temple that it could’ve made Harry sick. She was in a sports bra, and for the first time he noticed Vanessa, who was meticulously wrapping up Melody’s ribcage.

“‘S not broken?” was the first thing Harry said.

“No,” Vanessa answered.

“Bruised.” Sean took a step forward, trying to insert himself back into the conversation that he had been ejected from. “She was doing really well and then—”

“I don’ wanna hear from you,” Harry interrupted. Melody rolled her eyes. Sean sighed.

“Fine, I guess I’ll go home,” he said. “I’ll let Goodman know you’re out for at least a month.”

Melody’s eyes widened and when she moved, the pressure on her ribs made her flinch. “A month?”

“At least,” Sean repeated.

“It’s a bruise.”

“‘S a bruised rib, Melody,” Harry snapped.

Sean left without any goodbyes. Bea leaned up against the wall where he’d been standing and lifted an eyebrow. “Thought you had defenses like a brick wall,” she teased.

“Shut up,” Melody mumbled as Vanessa finished her work. The room fell silent.

“Do you want some ice for your face?” Vanessa asked eventually, when Melody had been avoiding everyone’s eyes and the rest of them were sick of looking at each other.

“No, I can just—”

“Yes, she’ll take some ice,” Harry cut in.

“You tend to interrupt people,” Melody informed him. She laid back gently against the pillows that had been propped up behind her. “Have you noticed?”

Bea snorted. “Pretty sure he does it on purpose,” she said before wandering out of the room. Vanessa glanced between Harry and Melody and then followed Bea. The tension that had already filled the air seemed to thicken, settling over the two of them like an unnavigable fog. Harry sliced through it first.

“This is why I don’ want yeh fighting,” he said.

“You’re such a hypocrite, Harry,” she muttered. Then her voice rose. “If you were still in the ring you’d be getting injured, too. And I—”

Harry ignored the sting that he felt, the knowledge that he couldn’t box in his current condition. What if she wasn’t able to write? These days it seemed just that she didn’t want to, but if she wasn’t able to, wouldn’t she feel this same sort of despair? “Mel, yeh bruised your fuckin’ rib.” He took a step further into the room. “A little more pressure and it breaks. A little less luck and it punctures a fuckin’ lung and yeh’re chokin’ on blood. These are not just injuries. Yeh didn’ just fall off a bike and scrape your knee.”

Melody paused. She didn’t know how to respond. That sounded like her own fears spit back in her face. A half inch to the left and that bullet would’ve killed you.

“Are you going to keep yelling?”

“‘M not fuckin’ yelling. Do yeh want me to yell?” Harry’s brows knitted together and he shook his head. “What did yeh expect, me to lay down next to yeh and tell yeh ‘m so glad yeh’re okay? ‘S not happenin’. Think I’ve made my feelings pretty clear when it comes to this.”

“Actually, I didn’t expect anything. I didn’t want to call you.” Melody licked her lips as she studied the anger etched into the lines of Harry’s face, and then the minuscule shift as he realized that Sean was on his side. At least in this moment. “It comes with being a boxer,” she said after a pause. “You told me that once.”

Harry sighed. “Yeh’re not a fuckin’ boxer, Mel. Yeh’re a writer. Yeh’re a painter.”

“I can be whatever the fuck I want to be, Harry. And you’re not going to tell me what that is.”

His features hardened for a moment and then he glanced out the window. There was snow falling, slowly and gently, without the force of the brutal wind that would arrive in the coming weeks. It was so peaceful out there, and Harry wondered how he’d let himself become so resentful.

He stared outside for a few long minutes and then let his eyes wander back to Melody, who was already picking absentmindedly at the wrappings of her ribcage. His legs were growing weary and he was on the verge of needing to sit. Melody glanced up when she felt the weight of his gaze.

“Can we go home now?” she asked, and her voice was so soft, so at odds with the way she’d spoken her last sentence, that Harry could feel himself physically jarred by the shift.

“I can’ help yeh walk,” he said, though the words tasted like acid. “Yeh’re gonna need Bea and I dunno where she went off to.”

Melody chewed on her lower lip. She felt guilty for the short argument they’d had, and she could see that same feeling reflected back at her. The match had tired her out, her bruised rib hurt with every expansive breath. In vain, tears began to collect at the corners of her reddening eyes.

“Don’,” Harry said, taking a shaky step forward. He could sense the shift even before he saw her chin trembling. “Please, don’.”

“I’m not, I’m not,” she murmured, pressing her fingers to her eyelids, as if they could keep the water back like a dam. “Uh, how was the movie?”

“It was good,” Harry assured her, surprising himself. He hadn’t known that he enjoyed it until then, when he was put on the spot. Bea appeared like she’d been summoned.

“I heard that!” she nearly shouted. “He liked it!” Then her eyes fell to Melody and her snide grin tipped into a frown. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying,” Melody said with a discrete sniffle. “Can someone ask Vanessa if we can leave?”

“She said you just need to take it easy for a few weeks.” Bea shuffled past Harry and pried Melody’s hands from her face. “Which means no training.”

“Perfect,” Melody mumbled. She allowed Bea to begin shifting her out of the bed, gently twisting her limbs, trying not to tweak her rib. Harry had to lower himself into the chair a few feet from where he had been standing to give his legs some relief.

“The wraps are just for you to get home.” Bea paused as Melody bit back a whimper, waiting for her to straighten her torso. “And she’s hooking you up with some pain meds.”

“Yeh’ll need ‘em,” Harry muttered. He stood back up as the girls made their way toward the door. They were a conspicuous group, with a cane, a wrapped ribcage, and shuffling footsteps. Eyes followed them through the halls, all the way to a cab.

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Melody’s lips grew white as Harry helped her out of her wrappings. She screwed her eyes shut and her fingertips curled into his knee.

“Okay,” he whispered as he tugged the final loop of fabric loose, leaving her skin bare. The sight of her flesh made him hiss. “Who the fuck hit yeh, the Hulk?”

“Mmm.”

Harry pressed a hand to her cheek. Her skin was hot, damp, and he could feel her jaw twitching, like she might be grinding her teeth. Her breathing was shallow.

“Let’s get yeh some o’ those painkillers, yeah?”

“No, I’m okay,” she whispered, though her voice shook.

“Mel.” He pressed a kiss to one of her closed eyes. “I’ve had a bruised rib before.”

She didn’t respond. He heard her try to take a deeper breath and then felt her neck quiver beneath his fingertips. She shook with the effort of stifling a cough.

“Don’ do that.” He pressed her backward and she gasped, clinging to his arm and letting out an agonized sob at the sharp intake of breath. “‘M sorry,” he rushed. “Love, ‘m sorry. Just sit back for me.”

She let him lower her away from him, eyes still squeezed shut and chin beginning to tremble like it had in the hospital. Her eyelashes were wet and Harry touched his forehead to hers. “Okay?”

“No.”

He let out a short huff of acknowledgment and then lifted the pillow from beside them, holding it tenderly to her chest as he leaned back. “If yeh need to cough just hold this to your chest. ’S still gonna hurt but it’ll be better.”

There was a pause before she wrapped her arms around the pillow and sputtered out a few gentle coughs. Her eyelids fluttered, nails biting into her palms, lips curling into her mouth.

“Melody, yeh don’ have to pretend yeh’re not in fuckin’ pain,” Harry told her, pressing a hard kiss to her cheekbone. He brushed hair away from her forehead, carefully avoiding her bruise, and then used his thumb to pry her lips back into place before kissing them. “Not on my account. ‘M sorry I got angry. I don’ want yeh to fight. But if yeh’re hurtin’ like this ‘m not just gonna tell yeh to suck it up.”

Harry stroked her ear and her tensed facial muscles began to relax. Her lips parted. She opened her eyes to glance up at him and almost immediately let them fall closed again as she began to cry.

“Okay, okay,” he mumbled. He didn’t know whether it was for her or for himself. And he didn’t know if her tears were solely from the pain or for another reason entirely.

The mattress shifted despite his best efforts as Harry climbed off the bed. He hurried into the kitchen, gathering Melody’s prescription, a glass of water, and an ice pack. He almost didn’t even realize he’d forgotten his cane until he was laying himself down beside Melody, who had pulled the pillow up to cover the bottom half of her face, stifling her shallow sobs. But this wasn’t a moment to celebrate.

“All right, love, take some o’ these.” He shook out a few pills and reached across her for the glass he’d put on the night table. She lowered the pillow enough to toss the meds back and swallow a gulp of water, but Harry had to tug it from her grip so he could position the ice atop her angry, swelling bruise. Somehow, he’d finagled her bra over her head before attempting to unwrap her, and her breasts erupted in goosebumps at the cold touch.

“It fucking hurts,” she whimpered out.

“I know, I know.” Harry settled his hand over the ice pack, pressing his lips to Melody’s shoulder. “Give the pills a little bit o’ time.”

He fell silent and stroked her wrist with his free hand until her tears began to ebb. The clock read one in the morning. Bea had gone to bed as soon as they’d gotten home because she needed to work on a group project the next morning. Harry was beginning to feel tired himself, and he couldn’t imagine how exhausted Melody was.

“Just one problem after another,” he finally said. “Just can’ seem to catch a break, can we?”

“Wouldn’t life be so boring?”

He chuckled against her skin. “Just a little break would be nice, though.”

Melody didn’t respond. Her shallow breathing was beginning to slow. Harry kissed her cheek to check that she was truly asleep before he removed the ice pack from her side and very carefully covered her with the sheets. And he hoped that the rest of her healing would pass more smoothly than this first night.

Chapter 12

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doberbutts · 5 years ago

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doomspaniels replied to your post “Unpopular opinion: if there was a way to tell a dog would have a...”

Humans, too, can get around with the most alarming spine MRIs and no pain symptoms, while others have only minimal problems visible but are crippled. Predicting joint/bone problems, and their severity, in advance is REALLY DAMN DIFFICULT and bodies are weird and I thoroughly disapprove. The world should give us consistency *somewhere*.

So this post is about my parents’ chow mix Mocha who has hip dysplasia so badly that she basically doesn’t have hip sockets and her femoral heads are effectively free-floating and I genuinely do not know how she’s capable of walking at this point (sheer spite?) and I just sort of... remember how she was as a puppy and it makes me sad that she’s lived her entire life in so much pain that we misread her symptoms as “quiet, well behaved” rather than as a warning sign.

Mocha is 11 years old now and filled with cancer, so the point is a bit moot, and I do disagree with my parents’ decision not to treat her hip dysplasia... but if that’s the fate that awaits these puppies who are so screwed developmentally from birth that even as youngsters they are in too much pain to be puppies... then if there was a way to tell that this would happen at birth, I would hard cull those puppies without a second thought.

Mocha’s HD is so bad that we caught it as a 6mo puppy when she struggled to get off the ground after laying on the kitchen floor for a short time. It was officially diagnosed at 2 years after her growth plates closed. As said she was an abnormally quiet and well behaved puppy, she really just sort of laid around on her dog beds and chewed her toys but didn’t run around much or get up to much mischief unless the kids (including myself) specifically encouraged it. She didn’t want to go for walks. She wasn’t interested in chasing a ball. She got tired really easily and would start to lag behind even if she’d started out as excited to do something. 11 years later and knowing what I know now, I know that’s a sign to get her to the vet ASAP because something is seriously wrong with an 8 week old puppy that acts like she’s already 13. But back then? She was just weirdly good.

When we caught it, we started medicating right away. Suddenly the mischief appeared. She was happy and bouncey and liked walks and running in the yard and being a typical young dog living life to her fullest. She still got tired easily but at least was more than just a decoration that laid on the dog pillows.

If I could have reached back in time to spare her a second of that pain, I would. My father recently had a double hip replacement due to the human version of hip dysplasia and has said he didn’t realize just how much of his other joint pain in his back and further down his legs was related to the pain in his hips. Once he had the surgeries, all the pain just vanished. And it blows his mind that Mocha is also in similar pain and yet does not cry out like he used to when the hurting parts of her are touched. No wonder, he says, she was such a good puppy. If that was the pain she was in all the time, he doesn’t blame her for not wanting to do anything except lay on something soft.

Fae is a good puppy. As a well-produced companion breed, she fits into that role easily and requires quite minimal care. But Fae’s levels of “good puppy” and Mocha’s levels of “good puppy” are completely different- Mocha more or less had the personality of a stuffed animal that occasionally ate and shat. Fae is full of vibrant life and love for greeting each day with enthusiasm. And it’s because one puppy was in excruciating pain, and the other puppy is not.

I just can’t justify keeping a dog alive if I know it will suffer for the rest of its life. I watched Queenie suffer and die miserably after a failed bloat surgery. I watched Mocha suffer her whole life due to a pelvis that just never formed right. I watched Tiki suffer and die a horrible sickness and a terrible death. And if I knew these animals would suffer like this at birth, I would have spared them that misery the second they drew breath.

#doomspaniels

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love-fireflysong · 4 years ago

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Until Dawn’s Fifth Birthday

Welp, congrats Until Dawn, you’re officially old enough to start kindergarten. You’re off to learn to read, tie your shoes, recite yous ABC’s, and learn to count to 100. Your such a big kid now, and I’m proud of you for making it this far.

I know I have done literal jack shit for the entire month, but I have been immensely enjoying the things that everyone’s been putting out for this month. So I’m gonna make this text post, not just because of it’s the five year anniversary, but because it’s actually a post I’ve been wanting to make for a while.

So here it goes:

I first learned of Until Dawn when it first came out hilariously enough. My roommate at the time had boughten it for her ps4 and I had been seeing it all over my dashboard on tumblr at the time. I didn’t play it myself though until close to a year later, when I finally had my own ps4 and I bought the game used for like $20 or something from my local game rental store. And I was hooked.

I remember jumping the first time the UD logo pulls that jump scare on the title screen. And laughing because I’m normally pretty good with jump scares, but that one managed to get me because I hadn’t been expecting one before I even started the game. (The one thing in the game that manages to make me jump every time is the mine cart you stop as Mike. For whatever reason it doesn’t matter how dark my room is when I play the game or how many times I’ve played it, I can never see the mine cart until its literally on top of Mike and the QTE is almost up and I squeak in surprise every fucking time.)

Of course I didn’t manage to save everyone during my first playthrough, I definitely lost Matt to the hook and Ash to the trapdoor (RIP darlings), and for the life of me I can’t recall how the lodge scene at the end went. I’m one of those players though that try to make choices that the characters I’m playing as would, I throw my feelings by the wayside. For example, being in the shed when the game’s making me choose Ash or Josh, and I was debating on whether or not Chris would save the girl he’s had a major crush on for a while at least, or his best friend for the last ten years. I distinctly remember wincing and sucking in air through my teeth and going “Sorry Ash, bros before hoes” and choosing Josh. And then being confused and convinced that I misunderstood the instructions? I mean I wasn’t complaining, just really, really confused. I definitely choose Ash to live at the gun one though, like there was no hesitation. I watched the whole ‘only thing I’ve ever wanted to do with my time’ scene and talk and the moment control was given back to me, the gun was under Chris’s jaw and I fired.

I’m also one of the players that didn’t know that Josh had been behind everything until the reveal either. I had gotten Sam captured so I never got any of those clues and I managed to miss the other clues that hinted at it being a set up (like the bundle of newspapers). So until the reveal I was still convinced that someone was out there killing all of them. Listen, I like mystery games but I’m not very good at connecting the dots okay.

I think I stuck around for a couple of months, gorging myself of fanfiction (all ff.net stuff by the way, I can’t remember if I knew about ao3 at that point or not) but like all interests do with me, the obsession eventually faded (helped in a large part by the rampant Ashley hate going around at the time) and I moved on.

Until February of this year. I was trying to kill time till the end of March when Persona 5: Royal released and I decided to try and see how many games I could platinum until that point. I had made it through the ps3 tomb raider games, Prince of Persia 2008, and decided on replaying the Uncharted games because the ps4 collection didn’t have multiplayer trophies. I hadn’t even thought of replaying Until Dawn. I mean, I had looked at the case and I remembered the game fondly, but that was it. There was no urge or want.

I was halfway through Among Thieves when I was bored and chilling time on Youtube. And because I had been watching a couple of videos for the treasure locations in Uncharted, one of the recommended videos for me was a game sins for the series. I decided sure why not, and watched it. And watched a few of his other ones as well, Until Dawn included.

That’s right, what got me back into the series wasn’t fond nostalgia for the characters or story. It was a fucking Game Sins video. I’m so sorry.

I was devouring UD content again. I spent like 2 or 3 weeks reading everything Chrashley (with the hyper-fixation for the game back came the ship, what can I say) based on ao3 that I could get my hands on. I was back into the tag on tumblr, going through art I remembered seeing way back when and looking at usernames that didn’t mean a thing then, but mean the world to me now. And then near the end of February, when the obsession was once again starting to flag, I decided to hell with it, and clicked on the The (Almost)s.

I’m not going to expunge all my praises for the story, everyone else has done that better then I ever could. But guys, it was so good. So so good. I was hooked back into the series once again, just as I was starting to flag. And when I saw that @queenofbaws had mentioned that she was tumblr... I didn’t do anything right away. Too scared really, figured she might find it creepy, so I didn’t do anything for like a week. And then I decided fuck it, sent a message about Chris giving Ash his sweater, and following her.

And that was it. I figured I would stick around to see the story completed and just dip. Not even make a splash, just enjoy the content from the sidelines and no one would know that I was here in the first place. Same old, same old. But that was also when I started turning around the kernel in my mind that Baby It’s Cold Outside (so hold me tight in your arms and don’t let go). I didn’t even intend to write it, it was just going to be the fanfic that lived in my mind for me to stew on before bed every night. But I couldn’t sleep one night, my brain was too on and the words just weren’t stopping, so I pulled out my computer and wrote the first part from Chris standing in the snow outside to him reaching the lodge at like 3 in the morning.

I started becoming more involved in the fandom when queenie started her wip wednesdays and asked to be tagged. Hilariously enough, those days are what started me cross-stitching again too, I hadn’t touched the pattern in months at that point. So I started posting snippets of my writing, and that one day a week was the only thing pushing me to continue writing. By that point, I had stopped hanging around the edges, now trying to push myself closer into this little fandom circle.

The day I posted the story, I was fucking terrified. It wasn’t my first story, not by a long shot, but I had always considered my writing to be shit. I thought I had good ideas, but I never felt that I was able to truly bring them to life. English and grammar had never been my best subject, I was always more of a math and physics person growing up. But then that first comment from @elliepollie came in and I almost burst into tears. I couldn’t believe that someone out there liked it so much, that they were willing to leave me a review in the first place. I’m still so blown away that she was willing to recommend it as a Chrashley story for other people to read. I think that was the point I stopped hesitantly pushing my way through, and I just kicked down the doors and just yelled ‘Hey fuckers! I’m here now and you are going to fucking deal with it!’.

That was the event that opened the floodgates for me. Suddenly I was talking to people, I had friends online with the same interests as me. I’ve written more in the last six months then I’ve done in the last ten years! I’m feeling inspired to create again. I actually went out to do the first commission I’ve ever requested (speaking of which, please please please go commisson @fudgeroach. I cannot wait until he can post and show you guys the stuff he drew for me. It was worth every fucking penny let me tell you.)

I’m going to be honest, Until Dawn isn’t my favourite game. Sure it has some of my fav lines (it had been years since I played the game, and the moment Jess started her rant outside the guest cabin I was screaming it along with her) and great characters, as horrible people as they all are, but it’s never been my favourite game and likely never will be. But Until Dawn has the best fandom I’ve ever been in and I’m so, so happy to have met and known every single person here. I seriously love every single person here so, so much. You all make my life better and I’m so happy to have all of you in it. Just to quote Chris because I can: “Every second I spend with you is all I ever wanted to do with my time.” This is how I feel. This is how I feel every goddamn day now.

So yeah, I got back into this fandom from a stupid Game Sins video. But by god if it wasn’t the best choice I’ve ever made.

(PS: for those wondering, I never did finish Uncharted 2. Maybe one day...)

#until dawn #udanniversary #<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

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thorne93 · 5 years ago

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The Softest Fire (Part 4)

Prompt: Rosaline Vaughan had it all: fame, money, power, glory, a high status job. Until, one day, she woke up, and realized something was missing from her life.

Word Count: 1948

Warnings: dealing with animals(??), angst

Notes: First Fantastic Beast fic! I could NOT have done this at all without @arrow-guy. They have created a counterpart to this fic, writing it from Nora Vaughan’s perspective (Rosaline’s cousin/adopted sister). Fic aesthetic done by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo.

I heard the unlocking of the door from where I sat at the kitchen table. The noise made my heart hammer in my chest. This was it. I was about to tell him. What could go wrong? Other than losing a job I love and Newt distancing himself from me due to being uncomfortable…

Yes, this would go well…

I tried to remain positive. I was a catch afterall. Powerful, knowledgeable, cunning, humorous, kind… What’s not to love? Unless, of course, he didn’t love me… But why wouldn’t he?

Gathering the courage I’d collected through my years of hosting meetings, gatherings, and hunting criminals, I stood, smoothing my champagne colored outfit. I checked my hair one quick time in the tiny mirror that hung on the wall and stepped into his living room as he came in, suitcase in hand.

“Welcome home!” I announced, a large grin on my face.

He’d been gone a little over a year now and seeing him was like breathing for the first time. Air sucked into my lungs as my eyes raked over him. He looked even more handsome than I remembered.

“Thank you, Rosaline,” he sweetly greeted back, taking off his scarf and hanging it. “How did everything go?”

“Everyone is perfectly happy. Except the kelpie, he has missed you quite a bit.”

“I’ll be sure to see him, but I have some news,” he stated, excitement in his voice as he got close to me.

I grinned widely. “Me too.”

“Go ahead, share yours first,” he offered.

I shook my head. “No, no, you just got home. I want to hear all about your adventure,” I insisted.

“Very well,” he responded, biting his lip before grabbing my upper arms. “I think I’ve fallen for someone.”

My eyes twinkled, my throat dried. “Really?” I asked, wondrous. Good, I hoped Newt would somehow say this first.

“Yes, her name is Tina and she lives in New York of all places,” he informed. His words felt like ice as the news slithered through my body.

“T--Tina?” I choked out, peering at him. It felt as if someone had deflated me, or stuck a needle in me and pulled out all of my happiness.

“Mhm.” He let me go and walked around to the kitchen, to pour himself some tea. “She’s American. We met because… well we met because a muggle got into my suitcase and the demiguise got out and the niffler ran amuck and -- it was this awful ordeal. I wish you’d have been there. You probably would’ve wrangled them all in half the time.”

“You don’t say,” I muttered, trying to keep my heart in one piece, at least until I could get far away from this flat.

“She helped. It was quite the challenge. I met her, her sister Queenie, who is a legilimens, can you believe it?”

“No, I’m in total shock,” I replied before he came around me and went to his sofa. My words, however, weren’t meant for the question he had just asked.

He began talking again and I took it as a cue to come sit next to him so he could finish his story. “The muggle and Queenie seemed to have hit it off but--”

“But it’s illegal for them to be together,” I finished, sad for this muggle and the witch.

“Precisely. The muggle, Jacob… he saw a lot. I showed him the case, the creatures, he went into MACUSA, in fact I was sentenced to death…”

“Newt!” I shrieked. “What the hell happened?” The pain of Newt’s rejection and love for another was still very fresh, but this news was alarming to me so it pushed the pain a little farther in the back of my mind.

“The obscurus. Tina and I were sentenced to death and they sentenced Jacob to be obliviated.”

“But that’s… they did all that for an obscurus?”

“Yes. We barely escaped.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that. That must’ve been terrifying. I can’t imagine the fear you must have felt.”

“I’m quite alright. But other than the news of Tina and meeting a rather interesting muggle, um… I also came face to face with Gellert Grindelwald.”

My eyes went as wide as they would go. “Grindelwald?! You…” I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. “Why? How? What did you do?”

He launched into the full story about Credence, Graves, Grindelwald, and everything that happened. The news of this left me spinning, that and this new Tina woman.

“So you’re in danger?” I wondered.

“It’s possible but… I’m not sure. I think I’ll be alright, he’s in custody now so... Tina and I promised to write and keep in touch. I’d like to give her a copy of my book in person as soon as it’s released.”

“Sounds like things are getting serious rather quickly.”

“I suppose they are, yes. It’s pretty exhilarating.” He looked off, seeming to reach back into a memory and smile. I never thought that smile would bring me as much sadness as it did in that very moment. “But what about you? What’s your news?”

I drew in a breath. “My news? Ah, right, my news… I… I got the occamies to warm up to me quite a bit.”

“Oh, that’s fantastic. Great. It’s so good to see you. I missed you.” He leaned forward suddenly and hugged me, but the touch of him on me felt like fire, it nearly hurt to be this close to him.

I pulled away from him and stood up. “Right. Well you’re probably tired and you want to have some time with the animals. I’ll give you a full report tomorrow morning. Good evening.”

And just like that, I apparated out of his flat. I couldn’t even stomach one more second to make it to the door. Outside on the sidewalk, I caught my breath, trying to fight this feeling back. This was something I’d never experienced before, I couldn’t even put a word to it, but it sure as hell made it hard to breathe, and it made my chest hurt.

Before I could rethink anything, or do something I might regret, I apparated to my own flat. My own flat felt like a foreign country to me now. I only visited it once a month to use the pipes and grab clothing. Looking around though, I realized... this wasn’t home. It housed my things, yes, but home was wherever Newt was. Whether I was in his suitcase, in a hotel room, at his flat. He was the reason I felt warm, welcome, and safe. Not these four walls…

I sat down on my blue velvet settee, the one Nora had teased me for. She thought it was so feminine, very much not her style. Thoughts raced in my head faster than I could catch or comprehend them.

Newt had… he’d met someone, and from what I could see, the infatuation wasn’t going away any time soon. He’d had a whole boat ride to determine if it was a fleeting emotion, so clearly it wasn’t. So this was serious, very serious. Newt had never shown interest in anyone, not really. Well… other than his peculiar interest in Leta, which I had yet to understand. But two women in nearly three decades wasn’t promising. He wasn’t the type to latch onto someone if he didn’t like them. This wasn’t a fleeting fling.

I had some real competition. There was some woman out there that had somehow entirely captured Newt’s attention in less than a week. I’ve spent years with him and he hasn’t even flirted with me. She’s American, an auror, she works or worked for MACUSA, that part wasn’t exactly clear… What was so special about her anyway?

Should I tell Nora? Well, even if I did, what could she do? Nora wouldn’t want to get in the middle of this, it would only burden her. None of my other comrades even knew I had feelings for Newt, so they were off the list.

How should I even begin to move forward? I wanted him to be happy, of course, but I wanted him to be happy with me… Now, I had to choose between letting him be happy or myself. I spent the better part of a year waiting at home for him, like a dog, a loyal companion, only for him to kick my hope in the teeth. It wasn’t his fault, he had no idea… but it still stung.

Now I would have to face every day with him, bottling my emotions, keeping them locked inside. I was so ready, I had gathered all of my courage to tell him. I was ready for acceptance or rejection, I would’ve respected either reaction. But this… this was a bloody mess!

What would Nora do? Nora would probably say her piece anyway, because she’s fearless, brave… And what am I? Clearly nothing that Newt wants…

With a sigh, I stood, putting on a record, letting the music wash over me. As the song started, I poured a glass of sherry and swayed by myself to the tune.

All alone, I'm so all alone

There is no one else but you

All alone by the telephone

Waiting for a ring, a ting-a-ling

I played the music over and over, until I could barely stand from exhaustion. I let the record player continue as I carried myself to my bed, settling under the covers, hoping things don’t look as bleak in the morning.

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The following morning, I went to Nora’s shop to possibly tell her about my utter failure. I was only there a few moments when Newt had walked in. Just seeing him caused my stomach knot up.

“Oh, hey you two,” Nora greeted as she came up from the back. “I’m so glad to see you!” Nora stated from behind the counter, her face beaming beautifully.

“Good to see you too. I see you managed to keep the place running in my absence,” Newt commented with a lopsided smile.

“It was hard, I assure you,” Nora teased. “So! Tell me all about it!”

“Ah! Yes. Well you won’t believe it but I’ve met someone.”

Her eyes flashed to mine quickly and my eyes went to the floor.

“Oh, you don’t say,” she mused, her eyes narrowed imperceptibly and she raised her eyebrows questioningly. Her eyes flickered back to me before looking again at Newt.

“Her name is Tina… She has eyes like salamanders.”

“And this is a good thing because…?” Nora questioned.

“How is it not a good thing?”

“I suppose that’s fair.” She turned to me. “Rosaline, I put a kettle on in the back, would you go check it for me?”

I knew exactly what she was doing. She was giving me an opportunity to escape. Giving me a chance to get away from the pain and strife he didn’t know he was the cause of. She’s always done this. She was protective over me when she didn’t have to be, when I was merely her younger, orphaned cousin. Even now as an adult and one of the world’s strongest and most powerful witches, she still protected me.

In this case, I very much welcomed it, because the tears running down my face were entirely foreign to me, and I had no idea how to continue a relationship with my boss with whom I was in love.

Nora could sense my distress, moving behind the counter to pat my arm and whisper that she would be with me as soon as she could. It comforted me on some small level, but right now, listening to Newt, I could hardly breathe or think.

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rowinablx · 5 years ago

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Poltergeist: Jokes On You

*Prepare to take out the bubble wrap Austin fans*

Written with @thirst-n-bullshit

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Finn laughed at Seth's imitation of their science teacher as the two boy walked toward Seth's apartment building. Okay so maybe Rollins wasn't that bad, he thought to himself. The dual haired teenager had obviously been though a lot according the the rumor mill at their school, and yeah he could be an asshole if he felt like it but Seth was also funny and smart and dare he say...cute.

"Hey Seth!" A girl with green hair waved from a kitchen counter, Paige giving him a dirty look. "Hey Ruby" Seth replied. "Who's your friend?" A woman with long brown hair asked, Finn guessed she was his mother. "This is Finn Bálor, we got paired up for a history project" Seth explained. "So we're heading to my room"

Finn swore he could cut the tension with a knife. "Okay, don't do anything you're not supposed to" Seth rolled his eyes and headed down the hall. "So...can I ask why Austin hates Almas so much? I won't tell anyone"

"I actually already talked to Austin and he said it was okay if I told you" Seth opens a black painted door and leads Finn into his black and gold decorated bedroom. The walls were covered in band posters and a small bulletin board with pictures of Seth and various friends pinned to it.

"Austin is bi," Seth tells Finn bluntly "He's not out because his dad's an asshole. Almas knows and has been threatening to out him" "Seriously?" Finn felt angry. "Yeah...you don't have a problem with it right?" Seth sat on his bed.

"Absolutely not, I'd be a hypocrite' Finn muttered, Seth raising an eyebrow. "Almas's friend Zelina tries to get him to knock it off, but until Austin comes out, he's gonna keep doing it" "How did he even find out?"

"They used to be really close, them and Almas' cousin Angel. Called themselves Triple A. They fell apart after Austin heard Almas calling him alot of biphobic shit. At this time they wanna kill each other"

Finn shook his head and looked at the board, seeing Violet in most of the pictures, except for one hidden behind one of Seth with two guys, it was of Seth kissing a boy that looked like he could be his brother. "Who's this?" He took the picture down and showed it to him.

Seth sighed "I didn't know I still had that, that's Drew McIntyre, my ex" Seth took the picture, ripped it in half and threw it in the trash. "I'm assuming you've heard the rumors about me?"

"Some..." Finn admitted

"That I'm the crazy ex boyfriend? That I set his car on fire?" Seth shook his head. "I don't know why I'm about to tell you this, there's only 4 people on this planet who know why I set Drew's ride on fire."

Seth flopped down on his bed "He threatened Violet" Seth said softly "Nobody messes with Queenie. She's my best friend, my fucking soulmate and he threatened her because he knew she was in love with me"

"So you set his car on fire?" "No, I separated myself from him after he ripped out my heart" Seth deadpanned. "I was depressed, Queenie could only help me so much. I after a while realized that I needed to mentally break away from Drew, luckily for me, I get my best ideas drunk"

Finn chuckled a bit.

"Drew's mom found the text messages with the threats and agreed not to press charges against me, if Queenie didn't press any against him." Seth explained "Not even my siblings know the whole story. Paige and my brothers think I'm insane. Ruby just gives me the benefit of the doubt like they always do"

Both boys turned as a knock sounded on Seth's door and Violet let herself in "I was bored. Can I hang out if I don't interrupt the studying?"

Finn was surprisingly nervous at the presence of the other teenager. Violet was actually more intimidating then Seth in some ways.

"So what are you talking about in here?" She said as she curled up on Seth's bed like she belonged there

"I told him about Drew," Seth told his girlfriend

Violet cursed in french and then English "That bastard. He broke mon chabon's heart and then had the nerve to try to break us apart"

Finnn looked down. "I'm really embarrassed I was intimidated by you guys. I really didn't know that you went through so much shit" Seth shrugged, messing around with a black drumstick. "Like I said, only a few actually know...consider yourself a honorary friend of ours." "I definitely need friends that aren't my sister and foster family"

Violet smiled. "Can I ask two more questions?" "Shoot" "Why did Austin grab Jake Atlas' hand and why is Buddy your friend?"

"Jake and Austin are together. Have been for almost a year. Jake is cool with staying under the radar until Austin graduates and isn't living with his dickhead of a dad." Seth explained

"Buddy got his heart broken by his ex Alexa Bliss, when her and herr friend Nikki Cross got together" Violet continued "Seth, Austin and Buddy all went though their bullshit at around the same time so they just...gravitated toward one another."

“Misfits of the world, unite" Seth said with a smirk

Violet giggled. "Yes, yes they did" "It's us against the system, always will be" Seth hugged her close, Finn briefly imagining sitting on the bed with them. "We've never done anything super illegal, everyone thinks we're crazy because Austin and Buddy beat up Drew after they found out what he did" Violet shrugged.

"And where do you fit in" Finn asked her.

"Seth and I have been best friends since my parents adopted me and I moved into the building." Violet leaned up and smacked a kiss against Seth's lips. "He's my little kitten and me? I'm his Queen" Violet laughed again and the sound sent a shiver down Finn's spine.

Finn didn't know what he was getting into becoming friends with these two but he was for sure going to enjoy the ride.

"What about you Balor? You know practically everything about us. What about you?" Seth asked

"Its been just Becky and I since our parents passed away in a car accident years ago. We didn't have any other family in Ireland so they kept us here." Finn sighed. "We used to get in a lot of trouble. Shoplifting, graffiti, fighting shit like that. Nobody wanted to put with the two of us so they just kept shipping us from home to home. And now we're here"

"I'm sorry about your parents" Seth said, sounding genuine. "It's okay" Finn shrugged, his phone buzzing, taking it out to glance at it.

Lita: Need you back here by six

"Foster mom says I need to get back" "I'll give you a ride, got a motorcycle from Queenie's dad I've been wanting to try out" Seth got up, Violet following his lead. "It was nice talking to you Finn Balor" she said, kissing his cheek.

Finn blushed to the max, ignoring Violet's giggling. Seth grabbed keys from a black vase and led Finn out. Ruby gave a peace sign at the two while Paige and two other boys completely ignored him. "Where you going Seth?" A bald man who Finn assumed was his dad asked.

"I'm just taking my bike and giving Finn a ride home" Seth told his adopted dad

"Can that hunk of junk even carry you and another person?" The redheaded boy said meanly, causing Paige and the other boy to laugh and Ruby to punch the boy in the arm. "Stop being a dick, he didn't even say anything to you"

"Mark and I finished it last night. It just needs a paint job. His brother is gonna do it if I work around the shop to pay it off"

"Seth you know I don't like you hanging around that place" Hunter told him "You'll just get into trouble"

"Good thing I'm working and not just hanging out then" Seth snapped back."Listen, Lita wants Finn home by 6 so I gotta go, you can call Mark or Michelle if you want to but my bike is fine"

"Dad was just saying what a hard worker Seth is" Violet interjected "I'm allowed to ride on Seth's bike and my parents would never let me ride with an unsafe driver or on an unsafe bike"

"Violet? When did you get here?" Paige asked. "Your better twin left their window open, don't interrupt me again" Ruby cackled. "I can just call Raul and not get you in trouble" Finn muttered to Seth.

"It's fine, I've been grounded so many times I might still be when I'm twenty seven" "Because she's the only person you treat with any kindness" Paige yelled. "Oh, so fuck Buddy and Austin right?" "That's not what I meant-" "Paige, shut up" The other boy said

"All of you quit." Hunter said "If Mark is sure your bike is safe then you can go Seth, just be careful"

"I'm eating at Violet's Michelle made my favorite to celebrate finishing my bike, so I won't be back till curfew" Seth told him

Hunter sighed and rubbed his beard. "Fine, but you better be in this apartment at midnight Seth. Don't play with me. Your lucky you have a vehicle at all"

"Sorry you had to see that" Seth said to Finn. "It's fine, I've had worse arguments with worse people" "I just wish they would let me breathe. Roman and Jon, my brothers, don't get why I act out" "At least you acknowledge you have a problem" Finn smiled softly.

Seth grinned back, jumping when two helmets landed in front of them, seeing Violet leaning out her bedroom window. "Use them!" She yelled

"Thanks Babe! Be right back" Seth blew a kiss up at her while Finn waved almost shyly. Both boys got on Seth's bike and he headed toward Lita and Trish's building. When they got there Raul and Sonya were out front with Trish getting ready to go in.

"Thanks for the ride man," Finn told the dual haired boy

"Your welcome, We didn't get to work today so maybe tomorrow? You can just come to Violet's I work better there." Seth told him

"Yeah for sure, see you later" Finn agreed

Finn blushed as Seth winked at him before revving up his bike and heading home.

"I don't know how I feel about you hanging around Seth Rollins" Trish immediately says "That boy is trouble"

Finn's mouth twisted as he defended Seth "He's not that bad. Just been though the ringer. Maybe he wouldn't be as bad if more people believed in him, he’s an honors student too you know" Finn brushed past them and into the building, wondering to himself how he'd change his tune so quick.

#poltergeist #hela writes with shai

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elisha-am · 5 years ago

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A/N: In celebration of Queenie’s Birthday (Jan. 6th). I planned to do an art but due to poor memory and time management it was still in progress and will be days late, thankfully Lady Muse came to rescue so I wrote this. Set post COG. And I made the creature up, you’ll know when you see lol.

Queenie ran into her room in Nurmengard and quickly shut the door. She’d crumble to the ground if not the door holding her up. She was breathing rapidly, not just because of the run but also the small package she was clutching to her chest.

[[MORE]]

Queenie was in the rose garden, having her daily walk around it when a strang bird dropped like a canon ball from the sky in front of her, carrying a bundle could fit right into her two palms cradling. The bird looked up at her with two crystal eyes and made a high pitch sound. It wasn’t an owl, growing up with a owl breeding grandfather she knew every kind of owl used by wizard kind to deliver mails and packages. And owls wouldn’t able to find her here with the disguising spell casted on the fort. So there was no doubt it was some kind of magical bird with strong ability of tracking target.

Suddenly she knew where, or said whom, was it from. The realization sent a chill down her spine. She quickly scanned around, with both her eyesight and legillimency, to make sure nobody was around and took the package from the bird. She gasped a little as the bird flashed disappeared in colorful sparks. Only Newt Scamander would have the unique creature in his hand ( or said his suitcase.) But she didn’t lingered long and rushed back to her room.

Queenie dared a look at the package, it appeared ordinary, but with no address or any signature on it— the person who sent this, if her guess was right, was too smart to do such stupid thing like putting their name on a package that was going to drop into the enemie’s hands.

Queenie walked to her bed— she was going to the table beside the window but it felt too exposed— and sat down on the side. She put the bundle on her lap, debating with herself whether she should open it and see what on earth the person sent her, or she could just throw it away in case her suspicion was wrong and it was a trap.

What if it was about HIM?

Her curiosity won, so she untied the knot with care. She took a deep breath before unfolding the wrapping paper. And then she smelled it, a familiar sweet smell from the corner of her memory but couldn’t quite recall clearly.

Finally feeling brave enough, she opened it and found another smaller bundle and a letter tucked underneath. She pulled the letter out first, and choked out a sob when she saw her name in the familiar penmanship.

“No matter where you are, as long as you’re alive and healthy. Happy birthday. Tina.”

Her trembling hand moved to the smaller wrap and slowly unwrapped it. There lied three piece of cookies, each with a small picture drew with colored icings, the first was a girl with golden hair and pink dress, the second one was a cake and last one a present.

It was her special birthday cookie set, like her mother baked her each year when she was little and her mother still alived, just for her unlike the birthday cake she had to share with her family. Her mother left the recipe to Tina and asked her to make it for her sister. But Tina, who was not the cook of the sisters, never got it right ( Queen couldn’t be upset with her sister, not when she had seen how much Tina tried). So Queenie ended up did it herself, until she went Ilvermorny.

She started to sob when it dawned to her who must had baked these cookies, the No-Maj man who had more magic than anyone in the world when it came to baking and making her happy. Her sweet, wonderful Jacob.

The three person she betrayed — a man she cared deeply as a friend, her sister, and the love of her life— and had every reason to hate her, just went through this effort to send this, not even knowing if she could receive or would even accept their gesture.

It was the last draw piled on the doubts she had been gaining through months she joined Grindlewald seeing what he’d done that pushed her to realize how big a mistake she’d made.

She cradle the letter and the cookies in wrapper once again into her chest, firm but gentle, not wanting to crush the cookies.

Queenie wanted to go home, to those loved her truly and she supposed to do the same. But not yet, not before she made everything right, which she could only achieve by stay here, inside the beast’s belly.

She took out the cookies, ate all three and felt all the courage she needed.

Happy Birthday, Queenie Goldstein!

#queeniebday2020 #queenie goldstein #fantastic beasts fanfic #my fic #mine #fbtcog #long post #ugh is the cut not working on mobile again

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 5 years ago

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Finally! I drew my Amy Martinez!! My OC that initially began as a reader insert and blossomed into her own character! Technically a BNHA OC whose parents are My Hero Academia and American Horror Story. My Hero Academia explains why Amy has heroic traits, but American Horror Story also explains why she’s so... psychotic and creepy. She was born in the Coven season too, so she grew up among powerful, glamorous witches such as the beautiful Cordelia Goode and the wicked Fiona Goode, Cordelia’s late mother and the former Supreme. Alongside her were also powerful witches and her new sisters Zoe Benson, Queenie and Madison Montgomery, however her best friends are Hitoshi Shinsou and Ashlen Kyanse (@ashleigh-luvs-14cats) and her other best friends are Izuku Midoriya, Denki Kaminari, Shoto Todoroki, Mina Ashido, Sero Hanta and Eijirou Kirishima. And her on-and-off boyfriend is Katsuki Bakugo.

She does not possess a quirk, so she believed, instead she discovered that she’s actually a witch as her mother is a witch and she comes from a line of witches descending from Salem. Her father however, DOES have a quirk, a quirk called ‘Feelings’ which allows him to feel whatever other people are feeling. And this manifested in another power Amy gains later on when she masters six of the seven wonders.

She’s a unique girl, energetic, hyperactive, cheerful and often smiling even during times where she shouldn’t be smiling which showcases her overly optimistic personality. She’s also very mischievous, childish and a troll who likes to scare the crap out of her classmates in the hero course as she’s constantly pulling pranks or making immature, vulgar jokes. Amy is also a goofball who likes to make jokes to lighten up the mood even if it’s at her expense, and can be reckless when it comes to herself as she frequently overeats despite getting sick afterwards or jumping off the school-building and using her telekinesis before hitting the ground to give people a cheap thrill. Although Amy seems like an airhead she’s actually very intuitive, sly and pragmatic when it comes to battle, although she has been criticized for cheating and breaking several rules, but Amy defends herself by saying rules won’t protect them during villain attacks. Likewise, Amy is very outspoken, passionate and unafraid to speak her mind even if it gains unfavorable remarks, and is especially outspoken about her feminist views. Her feminism borders on radical feminism due to being raised by powerful, assertive and aggressive witches, but she knows when to back down and won’t hurt any males unless they give her a reason to by acting like perverted creeps (i.e Mineta),

Despite her vices, Amy is true to her name (beloved) as she is sympathetic, affectionate and caring and never hesitates to help a friend when she can sense they’re upset, especially where her childhood friend Shinsou is concerned, or close friends Izuku and Todoroki, as well as her best friend Ashlen (my actual best friend @ashleigh-luvs-14cats‘s OC) and her boyfriend Bakugo. She’s very empathetic as her powers allow her to feel what her friends feel, and she does her best to cheer them up or find a way to make them feel better whether it’s by letting them vent or crying it out, she’s willing to hear them out and be their shoulder to cry on. Her empathetic side also allows her to sympathize with villains as she befriended Toga and Twice when she got herself captured when trying to rescue Bakugo, and also managed to understand Shigaraki and have a decent conversation with him. This also has to do with her occassionally feeling like an outsider to the heroes due to being a witch and being generally unfavored by society and so she understands the villains. Shigaraki attempted to use this against her, albeit also being willing to let another fellow outcast have a place in his league of villains, but she declined because of her friendship with her classmates.

Amy adores all of her friends and likes to be around them because they make her feel ‘safe’ and ‘loved’, and although she knows she can be a pain in their butts, she does feel guilty for going overboard at times and does her best to make up for it to her classmates. Although she witnessed her parents being murdered and witnessed several other murders during her stay at Robichaux in New Orleans, Amy is compassionate and tries to smile and be happy during tragedy so she can cheer up her friends and make them happy when they’re feeling under pressure

However, even this can crack when she’s under pressure as she has proven time again that she’s actually quite emotionally fragile and somewhat psychologically unstable due to the trauma she’s faced in her childhood after her parent’s death and witnessing all the bloodshed, hatred and betrayal in New Orleans. In fact, her concerned classmate Iida speculates that she has some kind of mental disorder which is not improbable given her fluctuating moods, occasional irritability, tendency to say inappropriate things and risky behaviors that Madison encourages such as drug abuse and shop-lifting. When properly provoked, Amy loses her empathetic traits and becomes even crueler than Fiona and Madison and can disregard the well-being of others. Having murdered before and committed other crimes, Amy can also be sadistic, psychotic, bloodthirsty, violent and vindictive at her worst. When angry she’s not above physically harming people who anger her whether they are innocent or not, or if they’re a classmate, friend or even a teacher. Because Amy’s unique power stems from her father’s quirk and her mother’s heritage, Amy’s powers can easily spiral out of control in accordance to her strong/negative emotions and cause things around her to break, not unlike her classmate Tokoyami’s quirk. However, unlike the latter, Amy displays an acceptable control over her powers and freely loses control to lash out and shows more of a willingness to destroy things.

Amy’s anger can be so great that she’s even willing to argue with and even fight with a friend should they try to provoke her, which has earned the fear of her classmates as her temper is often unpredictable. Her anger makes her powers more unstable, but her depression and shame also adds to the instability, only she doesn’t always realize what she’s doing until she calms down. Yet, even though she states that being angry gives her a ‘high’ and sense of being ‘in control’, Amy always, always feels immense shame for lashing out afterwards, but always feels like her apologies will never make up for the damage she’s done, even when her classmates and friends forgive her. At her core, Amy has a desperate need to be loved by people and especially the people she loves and who love her, as her feelings can be easily hurt by them and she’s prone to breaking down and lashing out should she feel that someone she loves is upset with her. Her shame has turned into self-hatred over the years as she’s aware of her flaws and how she lashes out because of her envious, resentful side, but she hates the fact that she’s like that, even if she can’t always help it. Although Amy is brave and reckless most of the time, her biggest fear is being alone and unloved.

All in all, Amy is far from perfect, and she knows it, but hates herself for it. However, her loved ones are there to keep her grounded and are there for her when things become too much for even an optimist like her to handle, and despite everything, Amy does have a big heart and sensitivities that make her an empathetic girl who just wants her loved ones to be happy.

So that’s my Amy... she’s... actually more complex than I intended her to be...

Compassionate yet Merciless Sympathetic yet Unforgiving Gentle yet Vindictive Laidback yet Enthusiastic Carefree yet Serious Feminine yet Tomboyish Cheerful yet Depressed Peaceful yet Mad Innocent yet Mature Loving yet Resentful

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha oc #mha oc #my hero academia oc #ahs oc #american horror story oc #amy martinez #boku no hero academia oc #witches #oc #original character

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magicalhideoutengineer · 5 years ago

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https://scannain.com/featured/fantastic-beasts-and-where-to-find-them-david-yates-q-and-a/

QUESTION: This film marks J.K. Rowling's screenwriting debut, and I'm wondering if there was character or a theme that resonated with you personally when you read it for the first time?

DAVID YATES: I loved Newt Scamander. I identified with his social awkwardness. As a kid growing up in the north of England, I was shy and had a really difficult time basically figuring out where I was in the world, and I turned to filmmaking, storytelling and music as a way to express myself. Those of us who feel a little bit awkward and are trying to figure out who we are and how we integrate, and trying to find our confidence, often invest in something creative. Newt Scamander is entirely focused on protecting and nurturing wild, magical animals, so Newt, to me, was a kindred spirit.

And I loved Jacob Kowalski. He's an everyman; he's got a big heart; he's open; he believes in the best of everybody; and what I love about Jacob is that he accepts people for who they really are. And he's one of us. He's a Muggle – or No-Maj in America – in the sense that he's not a wizard, yet he drops into the wizarding world and accepts the joy of that world for all its differences and its idiosyncrasies. There's something really wonderful about that. So, those are the two characters I related to most.

QUESTION: Can you talk about what drew you to Eddie Redmayne for the role of Newt Scamander, and then to Dan Fogler, Katherine Waterston and Alison Sudol as Jacob Kowalski, Tina Goldstein and her sister, Queenie, respectively, who complete the film’s band of unlikely heroes?

DAVID YATES: I started, very quickly, with Eddie Redmayne. There were two or three actors we were thinking about for Newt, but Eddie kept coming back to one’s thoughts. Eddie is a soulful actor. He was a natural fit for Newt Scamander. Then it was a bit like putting a band together [laughs]. Who can we put with Eddie who complements his wonderful sensibility and tonalities? And we got very lucky.

Eddie was very generous. He had just won his Oscar for playing Stephen Hawking in The Theory of Everything, and he came to New York and allowed us to bring in lots of different actors to work with him. So, for this very intense three- or four-day process, he’s doing the same scene over and over and over again, but with different actors. And we saw some very gifted actors, but there was only one who was perfect for each character and who we felt worked with Eddie. So, Eddie was really the center of our little Fantastic Beasts universe [laughs], and he led us to Katherine, Alison and Dan.

For example, he was doing a scene in the movie with Tina opposite four of five different actresses reading for that role, but Katherine just had such an interesting range. She’s a bit like Eddie in that she’s a powerful actor and a natural at physical comedy, which is a rare combination to find. She can be quite intense but also very, very funny, and I loved that.

Queenie is a Legilimens – she can read minds – and she’s this glamorous, beautiful, exotic woman. There is, first of all, a purity and an innocence about Alison, and what she did with the role was clever and, again, soulful. She was just exceptional, and she and Katherine felt very natural together as sisters.

And Dan was really the standout for Jacob. We had actors who would do a really straight version of the character, and then he came in and inverted everything. He was sad when you expected him to be funny, and funny when you expected him to be sad. It was just fireworks. And a real find.

QUESTION: Along with joy and magic, there are darker elements in the film that threaten not only these characters but the larger wizarding world of 1926 New York.�� Can you speak a bit about that?

DAVID YATES: The wizarding world in America has decided, in effect, to retreat from the world and hide itself because its history is one of being persecuted by non-wizards, or No-Majs. So, it has decided that the best way to exist alongside non-wizards is to operate clandestinely, to avoid confrontation, and to avoid revealing how special they ultimately are.

But that policy and that approach to coexistence is challenged in our story by some wizards, one of whom is called Grindelwald. He’s been operating out of Europe, so he’s not there, but he’s an ever-present threat that definitely affects this world. Ultimately, it’s the values he represents; his outlook is one of intolerance. He feels very strongly that wizards, perhaps, have a superiority over the non-magical world. Rather than coexistence, he believes that wizards should dominate.

Grindelwald represents the darker side of human history, if you like, in that he believes communities cannot coexist. He believes communities will always be – in some way, shape or form – in opposition to each other.

#fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fbawtftinterview #newt scamander #Jacob Kowalski #David Yates #Tina Goldstein #queenie goldstein #gellert grindelwald

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hunterartemis · 6 years ago

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Fantastic Beasts Characters As Classical Pieces

What if you could describe the characters of Fantastic Beasts with one Classical Piece?

Newt Scamander: “American”-Allegro Ma Non Troppo by Antonín Dvořák: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JocDYVUb4kE

This particular tune was composed when Dvorak was abroad in America, working for a conservatory. ‘The American Quartet’ was composed during Dvorak’s stay in Spillville, Iowa, which he composed with great inspirations from contemporary Africa-American melodies, Native American tunes and even a songbird called “the red eyed vireo” that kept pestering him while he was composing. This reminds me of Newt’s worldwide voyages and him working on his book on his journey, inspired by people and magical beasts he sees. The piece speaks with a joy of seeing something new, the joys of travelling, meeting and being influenced by new people which is the essence of Newt’s character.

Porpentina Goldstein: La Campanella, Grandes études de Paganini, by Franz Liszt. : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1Dvg2MxQn8

“La Campanella” or “The little bell” is called one of the difficult, most intricate piece on the piano to play. However, in it’s trilling and high notes it exudes an elegance that is both delicate, intimidating and fast. Tina Goldstein is characterized as a short fused level-headed personality. She was described as being "grounded."She was naturally ambitious, and had a desire to stand up for what was right. Her femininity is underrated, especially when she is placed beside Leta or Queenie. However, her femininity is most beautifully appreciated by Newt: the golden traces of her seen through the tracking spell, her emotional expressions when she was bidding Newt goodbye, her pouting at Newt’s “engagement”, all this highlight her unique femininity. This is what the La Campanella will capture.

Queenie Goldstein : Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, By Pyotr Ilich Tchaikovsky, Nutcracker Suite: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zV1qLYukTH8

From the moment Queenie entered the screen she filled my mind with a mystrey and alarm. She was almost ethereal and unreal sometimes and it is sometimes hard to tell what she is thinking when she is smiling and reading about you. That creepy-ethereal sweetness is evoked by the piece ‘Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy’. Feminine yet intimidating, this piece reminds me of Queenie. The character is both popular as a good and benevolent figure, also as a horror figure. ‘Sugar Plum’ is not a real fruit, but candied plum, and what she is seen making on screen for the first time? Strudel.

Jacob Kowalski: Miroirs (mvt: IV "Alborada del gracioso") by Maurice Ravel : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCKDG7w2S9c

Ravel’s ‘Miroir’ is a five-movement suite for solo piano written by French composer Maurice Ravel between 1904 and 1905. It was dedicated to his artist friends in Les Apaches (”hooligans”), who identified themselves as Avant-garde, and artistic outcast. Jacob as a non-magic folk, wants to grow as a person: from a dull employee of a canning factory to an artist of baking. From a wizard’s perspective he is a “hooligan”, in a sense: he is a no-maj who must be excluded. He is an outcast, but he celebrates it, a spirit that Ravel captures in the ‘Miroir’. The fourth movement Alborada del gracioso is called “The Jester’s Aubade” or the ‘Morning Love song of a Clown’. An Aubade laments on the lovers separating at daybreak. It can also be identified with his unfortunate separation with Queenie.

Niffler: Danse Boheme by Georges Bizet, Carmen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7P1dquJE7mQ

Gypsies were known to nick things in the past, and they are very mischievous and caused troubles for other non-gypsies. These are also the characteristics of niffler. They are troublemakers, and they pursue after shiny objects and treasures and pinches them for their own fun. Bizet’s Danse Boheme starts with light woodwinds with small movements which later becomes grands with frequent tremolo and hectic and fast tunes on the strings. This reminds me of the niffler’s small sneaky antics and how they usually get out of hand and makes things out of control.

Pickett: Dance of the Reed Flutes, by Pyotr Ilich Tchaikovsky, Nutcracker suit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h94BdxnheeM

Also known as the Marzipan song, the Reed-Flute song is a piece predominated by wind instruments. The piece also reminds be of birds chirping and woodland, which is considered as the seat of the Bowtruckles. The piece is very cheerful and innocent, like the bowtruckle and has a hint of mischief.

Theseus Scamander: Violin Concerto in D Major, Allegro Moderato, By Pyotr Ilich Tchaikovsky : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNmgDEUdKlw (for convenience skip to timestamp 6:17)

Tchaikovsky composed it in Clarens, a Swiss resort on the shores of Lake Geneva, where Tchaikovsky had gone to recover from the depression brought on by his disastrous marriage to Antonina Miliukova. The concerto was swiftly composed and Tchaikovsky wouldn’t be able to complete it without the help of his composing pupil Iosif Kotek. However Kotek later refuses to play the concerto, believing that it would damage his reputation, which caused a breach between him and his tutor. Theseus is plagued too, by the death of his fiancee, Leta Lestrange, and finds consolation by his younger brother Newt’s support. The on-and-off relationship between him and Newt reminds me of Kotek and Tchaikovsky(despite the fact that the latter two had some homosexual tension between them). The overall melody is elegant yet majestic, tender but firm and noble with intricate notes, which all together sums up Theseus’ character and magical abilities. And let’s not forget his worldwide popularity and how this concerto (despite its failures in the initial receptions) rose to the position as one of the four greatest violin concertos in the world.

Seraphina Piquery: Bolero, Maurice Ravel. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r30D3SW4OVw

Boléro is a one-movement orchestral piece by Maurice Ravel. This piece begins with a soft beating of snare drums and repeats the same melody over and over again, but each time it includes a different instrument and gradually becomes grand. The melody includes the dynamics of every possible instruments in the orchestra. Seraphina is a martial heroine and an apt leader who utilities every wizard’s power in the ministry, that makes her power formidable. The meticulously crafted melody also expresses Seraphina’s calculating nature.

Albus Dumbledore: Erlkönig By Franz Schubert.(instrumental by David Garrett) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1uWr0p90EQ

Schubert’s Erlkonig is an aria that uses the lyrics from Goethe’s poem from the same name. Erlkonig or the “Elf King” is about a father and son riding through the forest in the night. The boy hears whispers and sees the trainy veil of the Elf King floating through the air, who whispers to follow him. However the father sees nothing. When the duo reach the farm, the boy is found dead. This symbolizes that man is always flying away from death, but no matter how hard he tries death will get to him at the end. Dumbledore is a private person who is trying his hard to conceal and outrun his past, but it always gets tangled in the end.

Gellert Grindlewald: Don Giovanni! A cenar teco , by Wolfgang Amedeus Mozart, Opera : Don Giovanni. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciZNyQNzM7I

In the Opera, the Commendator was an old man, Killed by Don Giovanni, who wished to win the old man’s daughter Dona Ana. Thus he came back as a spirit to drag Don Giovanni in hell. It is called one of the scariest songs by Mozart, and the process in while Commendator drew Don Giovanni into hell with fire and a legion of Demons reminds me of Grindelwald conquering his enemies and destroying them completely. Both of the characters were hateful, vengeful and absolutist, although Grindelwald cannot be justified like the Commendator, who rage was justified (because his daughter was snatched by a sketchy playboy). However, Grindelwald must think he is right and have thought about muggles like that!!

Credence Barebone: Swan Lake Op 20 introduction By Pyotr Ilich Tchaikovsky, Ballet: Swan Lake. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhYnHXpDyUI

Credence strongly reminds me of the Odette/Odille Complex from Tchaikovsky’s ballet The Swan Lake. The ballet ends with a pessimistic note, in the sense that the pure and virginal white swan dies and the seductive and evil black swan wins. Up till the end of the Second Franchise, we saw that Grindelwald was able to draw Credence towards him, and I believe Rowling is aiming for a classic pathetic end for Credence, as “the innocent that gone bad” collateral. Ominous, haunting, breathtaking and beautiful, the opening of Swan Lake portrays the ravishment of Odette by an evil magician Rothbart. Credence has been manhandled by his adoptive mother and emotionally abused by Grindelwald and his journey from innocent to a dark entity is surely very Swan-Lake like.

Leta Lestrange: Declaration of Love by Alfred Schnittke, A Fairytale of Wandering : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAVVXff_4BM

Originally composed for the soviet dark fantasy film A Story of Voyage (1983), Declaration of Love has been getting the position of classical music. The story of the film traces the journey of two orphan children, brother and sister separated at birth. However when they two meet in the adulthood the brother has become evil and violent. Although they reach a happy ending, but their encounter is as charged as Leta-Mustafa (who is Leta’s half brother from the same mother) encounter. It could also possibly indicate Leta’s encounter with Credence who was almost professed as Corvus Lestrange. The piece is haunting, beautiful and Schnittke’s signature discords lurking about throughout the symphony makes the piece perfect for Leta.

Nicolas Flamel : Jupiter, The Bringer of Jollity, By Gustav Holst, The Planets: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz0b4STz1lo

Flamel was a strong positive force in the film ‘Crimes of Grindelwald’. Unlike Dumbledore, who is more ‘hovering over and watching’ rather than participating in action (except in rare cases), Flamel’s presence and entrance fills the people around him with hope. Holst’s ‘Jupiter’ has a similar effect. In Indian Astrology ‘Jupiter’ is called the eldest, and ‘Adviser of Heaven’ who counsels with gods and protects the mortals from fatality and evil. Flamel’s presence was something like that.

Nagini: The Aquarium By Camille Saint Saens, from Le Carnival des animaux. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVpl-RNzdE4

Saint Saens’ Aquarium, is a doleful piece that evokes the image of the dimly lit, and often creepy aquarium. This so called aquarium is not visited at the daytime when the people are bustling, it is visited during the nighttime when there are no people. The Snake, is a creature that is fluid, smooth and meandered like water. This piece not only reminds me of an abandoned carnival, a place where Nagini belonged as a ‘freak’, but also a dimly lit, damp space where a snake inhabits.

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vintagediavolo · 6 years ago

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Business

The ball-point pen remained still, tip touched to the paper but completely unmoving as its user was occupied, staring at the angelic specimen on the couch not far from his desk. Newt faced the same direction he sat, leaving him able to admire his delicate profile and the way he was fully absorbed in sketching in the leather journal on his lap. His concentration was evident in the way his eyebrows were drawn together, and Percival desperately wished he was the one biting at the lip that was being chewed on by the man. He’d been attempting to delve into his abundant paperwork, but he noticed the way the sliver of light from the window behind him fell onto Newt fifteen minutes earlier and his eyes had been stuck on him ever since. How could he possibly focus if this stunning sight displayed itself before him?

Fidgeting, Newt tried to concentrate on his new illustration of a Billywig mid-flight, but he kept having to redraw the wings as Percival’s staring rendered him a bit nervous, the nape of his neck seeming to burn under the gaze. He didn’t know why the Director was staring at him; perhaps he’d gotten a smidge of chocolate on his face from his breakfast and failed in wiping it off? Testing the theory, he lifted the back of his hand to his cheek and rubbed, only to bring it back clean. Unable to take it any longer, Newt met Percival’s eyes, skin turning pink at the odd expression in them. “I-Is there something wrong, Director?” The man, who had stuck the end of the pen in his mouth for he knew nothing was going to come out of his failed concentration, grunted and shook his head.

“Mmm, no. Forgive me, Newt. You’re just rather distracting. Also, I’ve told you to call me Percival at least nine times. ” Newt, drawing his eyes away, immediately felt bad at this, but he didn’t know why he’d be distracting; he was only sitting there, and he made sure the scratching sounds of his pencil weren’t too loud. Maybe he’d been tapping his foot on the floor and he didn’t notice--he actually tended to do that often, and it was a habit his brother despised.

“Sorry. I-I could leave if you want,” he proposed, already fastening his journal shut and tucking the pencil inside one of his pockets.

“I don’t want.” Now confused at the man’s contradicting actions, Newt stood and faced him with befuddlement written on his face.

“But…”

“You’re a lovely distraction, Mr. Scamander. I really don’t mind your presence.” Turning red at these words, Newt found the floor with his eyes and shifted his weight, still not totally understanding.

“I… I don’t--”

“Come here.” His I’m-The-Director-Of-The-Department-Of-Magical-Law-Enforcement voice was in full use and Newt, now rather anxious at not knowing what was going to happen, tentatively walked so that he stood on the other side of the desk, not lifting his whatsoever; instead noticing the way that one side of the bow tied in the lace of his right boot was slightly uneven. He thought Percival’s directions were clear enough to understand, but it seemed he hadn’t followed them to his standard. “Come next to me.” Sighing, Newt complied, moving around the mahogany desk that was so polished he could see his worried expression reflected in it and making sure to avoid the corners with his hip, because he really didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of the man.

Percival watched Newt where he now stood beside him, fringe covering the eyes he knew were two sapphires and hands tightly clasped around each other. Mouth cocking mischievously, he abruptly shot his two arms around Newt’s middle and tugged, bringing the taller man crashing into his lap with a loud squeak. Beginning to squirm, Percival tightened his grip and forced him to stay still. “I wouldn’t do that.” He ceased his moving, and Newt, shocked at his current position, looked at him again.

“Why… what are you--”

“Shh,” Percival whispered endearingly, trailing one of his hands up the length of Newt’s back and tangling his fingers in the red locks he’d always wanted to feel. They were as soft as he expected, and as he lightly tugged at them to lean Newt’s head back, the man in his lap groaned in a way that nearly made Percival devour him on the spot. Zeroing in on the man’s neck, he hungrily admired the never-ending freckles and he wondered if they covered his entire body; he wanted to ask, but he decided he’d rather discover that himself and instead tasted the milky skin, letting his tongue make a path up to his jaw, stopping to nibble along the way.

“Dir--” A harsher bite to his neck made him jump, but he closed his eyes in pleasure at the same time. “Percival, what…” Growling predatorily, Percival brought Newt’s head back down and ruthlessly invaded his mouth, Newt’s surprised moan egging him on.

Bringing his own hands up to the back of Percival’s head, Newt didn’t know fully what was going on, but he definitely wasn’t complaining about the situation. If he were to complain about one thing, it’d be the strong taste of coffee on the older man, but he supposed he could learn to enjoy the taste off of him. Percival’s hand, which had a mind of its own, slipped under Newt’s shirt and caressed his waist, making the magizoologist jump at his cold palm.

Percival nearly succeeded in reaching to tweak at one of his nipples, but a knock on the door drew Newt away, Percival greatly unpleased at the disruption. “What?!” He barked, and the man on his lap moved to rise off him, but he refused to let that happen and brought him back down. “No you don’t. You’re staying here for rest the day.” Newt’s face flamed, and the only thing he could do when the person entered the office was bury his face in the crook of the older man’s neck.

“Director, I brought you--” Great, just what Tina needs to see; me, in a rather intimate position with her boss. “Uh…”

“Get on with it, Tina,” He ordered, acting as if her friend being seated in his lap was an everyday thing (it wasn’t, but he planned on make it one).

“Oh… uh, here,” She replied, not even bothering to explain as she came to his desk and slipped the manila folder on top of it. “It’s about the trafficking case from last week.”

“Ah… thank you, Auror Goldstein,” he responded, reaching around Newt to lift the folder and sift through it. “You can leave now.” She stayed for a moment, eyes still transfixed on the man on his lap until Percival rose her eyebrows at her.

“Oh… right.” Spinning on her heels, she hurried out of the door and closed it a little too hard behind her.

“Did you know I like you?” A quiet voice asked from his neck, and Percival looked down at Newt and his more-than-flustered appearance, surprised at the question.

“No. I was just planning on having you either way,” he answered, smiling as Newt met his eyes. Whenever they made eye contact, something within him stirred because he knew the action didn’t come easy to him; whenever Newt tried to look at anyone else for too long, he grew awkward and nervous, but he remained calm--just a bit mystified--in this situation, and Percival’s stomach felt funny as Newt smiled in return, nuzzling his nose against his neck and closing his eyes.

“Well, since I have to stay here, I might as well take a nap.”

“It’d be my pleasure,” Percival responded, and then, with an asleep Newt cuddled into him, he was finally able to get through most of the work needed to be done.

After that day, if Newt found himself anywhere near the Director and wanted to sit down, Percival would latch his hands onto the man’s torso and bring him down onto him no matter where they were, whether it be an important meeting (Seraphina would just shake her head at her Director’s antics and suppress an amused smile) or inside Jacob’s bakery. Oftentimes, Jacob would slyly smile at his friend from behind the counter and Newt would just blush in return, trying to fend off Percival’s hand that was trying to feed him one of his pastries.

One day, when Queenie joined her boyfriend to aid in baking on a particularly busy day, she couldn’t help but become a little flustered for Newt at the… unchaste imagination of his significant other, who had just wiped a bit of chocolate off Newt’s lip with the pad of his thumb and brought it into his own mouth rather sensually. Let’s just say, she couldn’t eat anything chocolate for a week afterward, but she was sure Director Graves indulged in plenty of the sweet substance after that. Later on, she really tried not to find out what occurred the next time she was in the presence of Director Graves, but she couldn’t restrain herself.

It turned out, Newt’s entire body was covered in freckles, and his boyfriend enjoyed running his tongue over all of them, not minding when the taste of chocolate accompanied the activity. She decided not to tell Jacob why the pair bought so many chocolate goods, for she knew people should just keep some things to themselves. Instead, like the innocent woman she was, she just continued wiping off the top of the display case and replied, “Maybe they just really like chocolate, honey.” The wink she served Newt and his vibrant blush both went unnoticed by Jacob, who just shrugged to himself while counting the money in the register.

“Hey, it’s business anyway.”

- BelovedBey : )

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anuschkalova · 6 years ago

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Toxic. (Newt x Reader) PART 2

A/N: Okay, so I originally planned this story to be a 2-part-series. But things changed! I wrote so much that there will be a Part 3... I hope you don’t mind as there will be more to read. First I thought of ending the story here, but then my conscience wouldn’t let me. So, I hope you enjoy Part 2 and thanks to everybody for the kind feedback! 💜 Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Words: 2.173 ➡️Part 1 of Toxic HERE ➡️Masterlist

24th February, 1927 You loved traveling. There was so much to discover - the streets, the culture, the food and the people. You let yourself embrace by the countries' energy and every time you did it made your skin tingle and your stomach twist in excitement, which was a good feeling.Therefore you also loved packing for those journeys. The more your suitcase filled up the bigger your anticipation got.

But not this time.

The tingle on your skin, caused by the dry tear-stains on your cheeks, was repeatedly interrupted. Hot tears ran over the dried paths and reached your trembling lips where you could taste the saltiness. However, it didn't slow you down, not even your blurred view, far from it. Quick and carelessly - that’s how you stuffed your belongings into your brown leather suitcase. It matched Newt's one as it had been a gift. It was slightly bigger, because after all it was just an ordinary case with no magical extra room. He gave it to you shortly before one of your trips to Brazil. The memory made your stomach twist, so much that you actually felt sick. A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you closed the lit.

“Please leave.”

Newt's words ghosted in your mind, over and over. You let your gaze wander around the room for one last time. The interior was cosy and you could feel both Queenie's and Tina's presence through it. The Goldstein sisters had welcomed you so warmly, it was impossible not to love them. Tina would often show you around the magical parts of New York – all the hidden allies that were revealed by self-moving heavy bricks. It blew your mind every time and left you paralyzed with big eyes. Queenie on the other hand spent most of her time impressing you with her cooking skills. She elegantly swayed her wand in the air - making bowls, apples, flour and eggs fly effortlessly around you two. Soon, the tempting and warm fresh smell of her famous apple-pie would fill the apartment and you stared in awe at Newt who lit up the candles. You felt blessed and thankful at the same time. It was him who showed you this new world, who let you in. He had trusted you in every way, had opened his heart and mind for you.

And now you were locked out of everything. Out of this magical world. Out of his mind. Out of his heart. Because of another woman. Another love that was long ago, but not forgotten.

You took your case and a square box that was wrapped in a glossy blue paper. A grey bow was placed on the middle and held a tiny notice. For Newt, from Y/N. You remembered feeling proud when you had found this gift with Queenie just two days ago. Two days. Horrific how things can change in the blink of an eye.You slowly opened the door and the unavoidable squeak made you cringe.

The living-room was still dark as the morning-sun was still low. The unlit candles on the birthday-cake left a bitter after taste as they won’t get the chance to illuminate the birthday boy’s face. The only source of light was the open fire. The flickering flames let Newt's shadow dance on the wall next to you while he sat completely still in front of it. He was bent over with his elbows on each knee, his posture limp. You sniffed quietly and saw the man flinching slightly – he hadn't noticed you coming in. It didn't surprise you though. Newt had been always a deep thinker. He moved his head a little and you stood there expectantly, but he stopped mid-track to avoid possible eye-contact. He seemed to wait for your words. There were so many questions swirling inside your head, so many emotions mixing that threw your inner world into a turmoil. But among this dark chaos, there was one question that was bright as daylight.

“Do you love her?” Your own voice sounded foreign to you. Like your ears refused to believe that it was you who asked Newt this question.

The wizard kept silent, a rustling sound drew your attention to the letter he held in one hand. Leta's letter. He had read it. The sick feeling returned immediately and you pressed your lips into a thin line.Then, Newt finally turned around to meet your eyes. It was like you stood in front of a mirror: his puffy red eyes glistened in the flickering fire and you suppressed upcoming tears, swallowing them down. Newt did the same.

“I used to...”, he whispered and broke the eye-contact when he spotted the hurt in your eyes. Again, silence dominated and turned seconds into minutes.

“She... Leta”, Newt began, “... and I were close. She helped a lot and understood me. There was a time I would have done anything for her... I have.”

You stepped closer, brows furrowed.

“You never told me about her.”

“There wasn’t situations that called for that.”

The fire got bigger for a split second and hissed like a snake. Your soul ached for Newt's touch, wished for his arms wrapping around your body, holding you tight. There was a time, not long ago, where you two were close.

“I love you, Newt...”, you said, pressing your hand against your mouth to muffle your sudden sobs. Newt let out a shaky breath and then he stood in front of you, his hands firmly holding your upper arms. His eyes were so sad and it broke your heart even more. It also broke any reservation you had, so the words poured out with innocent force…

“I-I'm so sorry Newt! I didn't mean to read the letter... but... but... when I saw it I knew it must be the woman on the photography and I was so scared... I needed to know and believe me, I regret it! I am truly so sorry!”

You were about to say more, but Newt cut you off by raising his hand. He was clearly confused, as if he had just woken up from a dream and found himself in the real world, not knowing how he got in this room. His eyes darkened and darted rhythmically when suddenly realization jumped in view with such intensity and clarity. Your whole body stiffened, every muscle turned into stone and just one word, one single word from his lips could break you into million tiny pieces.

„You pried into my private stuff?“ The betrayal in his voice was unnoticeable.

„I… No, I mean… I did it by accident.“ All of a sudden, Newt stood far away from you. He watched you from the corner of his eyes and it stung your heart. Did your actions make you too disgusting to look at?

„I was afraid! What would you think if you’d found another man’s photo in my room?“, you explained yourself desperately, „And then see a letter of them. You would have done the sa-.“

„I…-!“, Newt’s loud and firm voice startled you, as well as the wizard himself. His short outburst caught him off guard and he tried to blink his anger away. Something he tend to do in uncomfortable situations.

„I…“, he repeated in a forceful calm voice,“… would have asked you instead of assuming things and betray your trust.“

„Trust…“, you said with such bitterness that Newt carefully got a glimpse of your shaky figure through his messy fringe. „So this is all about trust. Fine. I betrayed your trust, I admit that. But you betrayed my trust as well, Newt!“

The tears were unstoppable now and so was your pace towards the Hufflepuff.

„So you want me to leave?!“, you yelled and hit him with the blue wrapped gift you held the whole time. „In order to get back together with Leta?! Is that why you want me to leave?!“

Newt’s widened eyes stared right into your watery ones and he seemed to be petrified with horror as he endured your punches.

„At least have the balls and end it by yourself! Tell me that she is more important than I am, because apparently she helps you out with your book publication!!“ You hit Newt one last time with the box before you let it fall to the ground. It was all bruised and the once neatly paper was cracked here and there. Your heavy breathing filled the silence. „I offered you my help, Newt. Many times. I was always there for you, helping you out with the creatures, made sure you ate enough while writing your manuscript, listened to your many chapters, drawing illustrations whenever your hand got tired… I did everything for you. And when finally the publication came into sight you denied my help. Now I see why…“

You pointed to the letter. „Because she, Leta, is helping you. I was good enough for all the dirty unseen work, but when it comes to the real deal, my services are no longer welcomed.“

„No, Y/N, that’s not how it is… I…“, Newt stammered, but was interrupted by footsteps. You turned your head and spotted Queenie and Tina who still wore their nightgowns.

„Happy Birthday!“, they half-sang with the most cheerful smile you ever saw, but it faded as soon as they noticed the strange atmosphere.

„Oh…“, Queenie whispered and looked at you knowingly. Her pretty face turned into a sad grimace while her sister eyed the scenario suspiciously.

„What happened…?“, Tina asked carefully and stepped closer. She saw the packed suitcase next to your feet and her head snapped up towards Newt who avoided any eye-contact.

„Newt, what did you do?! What happened here?“ She started to worry, but you lightly brushed your hand against her arm. Tina’s dark eyes examined you; maybe she was checking on injuries, like a swollen eye or a bloody lip. But your swollen eyes were the result of heavy crying and the realization made her arms wrap protectively around you.

„Mr. Scamander, I expect an explanation!“ There it was - the authority of an Auror. Tina couldn’t help it, it was within her. Even though you were thankful for her commitment, you also felt tired of fighting any more.

„It’s alright…“, you reassured her. „Newt wants me to leave and I will respect his request.“

Queenie rushed to your side, making her silky nightdress blew gently. Her hand found your shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. „Oh, honey…“, she brushed your forehead with her lips and you closed your eyes. The care of the Goldstein sisters gave you enough strength to pick up your case and putting on your coat. Tina stood between you and Newt with her arms crossed, blocking his view of you while Queenie whispered encouraging words to you as you got ready to leave.

„Y/N…“, Newt finally spoke and took a step forward, panic urged him to act the moment you opened the door, but Tina swung her wand to push him back.

„Don’t…“, the black-haired woman threatened like a lioness that protected her babies. You grabbed the chance and whooshed through the door into the staircase, allowing yourself one last glimpse at your former lover. Newt’s eyes were wide and helpless as he watched you walk out of his life. Step for step, the distance and the pain of parting grew. All the said allegations and unsaid feelings hovered in the steamed air after a storm. Your aching heart pleaded your body to go back, but it was the nagging voice in your head that kept you running down the stairs.

>>If he really wanted you, he would fight. He’s a wizard, he has the power to move mountains, but he’s using none of it. <<

There’s no point in fighting for a love that is already lost. It makes sense. It’s logical. You pushed the heavy metal door open that released you into the cold morning of New York City. The streets were empty, just a few people passed you, mainly men that probably headed to work. They all had a destination, a purpose. Your eyes glided over their hands. Wedding rings. Of course, they had to earn money for their families. They had to fight for the women they loved.

There’s no point in fighting for a love that is already lost. You know that. And yet, why is the face of the man that rejected you just moments ago popping up in your mind, caressing and tearing your heart at the same time. He didn’t love you, that was certain now.You whipped the tears away and raised your hand to hail a cab. The yellow car came to a halt next to you. „Where to, Miss?“, the driver asked after storing your luggage. You looked out of the car window and brushed a strand of hair aside as you noticed movement by one of the windows that belonged to the Goldstein’s apartment.

„The harbor.“ To be continued. 🖤Tag-List: @jessiejunebug @social-awkwardnesss @jackdawsonsgrl @0from-another-galaxy0 @imcalledflorence @itsintothegreatbeyondstuff @jl-loves-daisies @ann-is-amazing-person @newtsobrienss @usernamemingmei @alihru @barbarachern @babyhufflepuff @wizardingworlddiehardfan

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