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[iveleftitwithyou]

adjustment | edward cullen x reader

hey besties!!! this is me finally (partially) fulfilling the request for reader visiting Bella from Arizona and becoming Edward's mate! i really tried to keep this in one part but it's definitely going to end up being two or three because i write too much. writing Edward is difficult when you're not a 108-year-old brooding man, so i hope i did him justice. anyways, hope you enjoy!

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

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it was a dreary day in Forks, like it almost always is. the patter of raindrops on the windows, the whir of the espresso makers, and the quiet chatter of the baristas and other patrons made the small coffee shop a popular place when the skies decided to open up on the small town.

Edward was sat at a small two-person table in the back corner of the shop, back to the wall as he alternated between reading his copy of Pride and Prejudice for the thousandth time and people-watching. it was all so interesting to him - the way the humans gossiped about their least favorite coworker or vented about their relationship issues. he wasn’t necessarily interested in the actual stories they told, but in the gravity of them. these issues were so small, so easily solvable, and he chuckled internally as he wished that Jennifer from accounting not leaving him alone in the break room was his biggest problem.

a soft chime rang through the small shop as the door opened and a figure ducked in quickly, obviously trying to find solace from the rain in the warm structure - Isabella Swan. he knew her from school - she was part of Mike Newton’s pack. pretty, but unremarkable, like all of her peers. the other girls in the pack, Jessica and Angela, evoked the same feeling as Isabella (and the rest of the school, for that matter) did: disinterest. he didn’t care to read her thoughts as she began to decide her order.

Edward often considered his sibling’s relationships; Rosalie and Emmett were a perfect match, the stereotypical beauty queen and jock. and Alice and Jasper were perfect for each other (of course, Alice knew that from the beginning). but he was all alone. it periodically crossed his mind that he should feel sad about this, but he never did - not until the coffee shop door opened again and she walked in.

she couldn’t have gone to school with him - he was sure he would have noticed her. the girl slowly closed the coffee shop door, looking relieved when her eyes found Isabella standing near the counter.

relieved?

it was at that moment that Edward realized there was a complete lack of thoughts coming from her. he watched as she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration, staring at the chalkboard menu posted above the register. it was apparent the girl was having thoughts, he just couldn’t hear them. Edward tried his best to focus solely on the girl, to hear anything from her, but he continued to come up short. how could this be?

he observed as the girl ordered, smiling at the cashier and handing him a stack of one-dollar bills. he handed her the change, and she dropped it all in the tip jar below. she and Isabella retreated to a small table to wait for their drinks, chatting about people with names Edward didn’t recognize.

“did you hear that Chelsea Kennedy is pregnant?” the unfamiliar girl gossipped, leaning in as she spoke.

“what? who’s kid is it? Tyler Fisher’s?”

“that’s the thing - it’s actually his brother Zach’s!” the sound of the girls’ laughter filled his ears as he eavesdropped. it was hard to do when you have stronger hearing than most.

he still couldn’t get a read on her. Isabella’s mind was alive with visions of the three protagonists of their conversation, picturing the pregnant girl and who he assumed was the brother holding hands in the hallways of what seemed to be her old high school. still, nothing from the other girl.

maybe he just needed to be closer to her. he’d never needed proximity before, but he was more willing to hold onto hope that that would be the solution than admit that his gift didn’t work on this one girl.

before he knew it, he was up from his chair, approaching the table. “Isabella? i’m sorry to bother you, but i was wondering if i could ask you a question about the Romeo and Juliet essay for Mr. Banner’s class?”

“it’s just Bella, but, um, sure- yeah, what’s up?” she was stunned that he was speaking to her. she was well aware that he rarely initiated conversation with anyone. why is he talking to me? does he think i’m cute? oh god, my hair is probably so messed up from the rain. i hope he doesn’t think-

he cut her thoughts off, patience wearing thin as he still heard nothing from the girl across the table. “i was just wondering if you thought symbolism was a strong enough literary device for me to discuss in my essay. i’ve been going back and forth between that and foreshadowing.” he put on his best human-pleasing voice and smile, maintaining eye contact with Isabella. of course, he knew there was plenty of symbolism in the play, and he would have no problem writing about it for the essay.

“there’s a lot of symbolism in the play. i think you should go with that.” she replied simply, thoughts still reeling as Edward tried to ignore them. finally, he thought, he was able to turn his attention to the other girl.

“i’m sorry, let me introduce myself, i didn’t mean to be rude. my name is Edward Cullen. i haven’t seen you around here before. what is your name?” the same human-pleasing demeanor was on full display now.

the girl blushed in - embarrassment? shame? nervousness? he didn’t know, and it was killing him. “my name is y/n. it’s nice to meet you.”

“ah, y/n. that’s a beautiful name. how do you know Bella?” he remembered to call her the right name this time. of course, he had already figured out the pair likely went to school together before Isabella moved to Forks, but he figured he should let her tell him that.

“we went to high school together in Phoenix. my parents are moving to Japan for a year for my dad’s work, so i’m staying with her and Charlie until they get back.”

“you didn’t want to go with them?” he didn’t mean to pry, but he couldn’t help wanting to know more about her. he couldn’t gather anything from her head, so he had to verbalize his curiosities, which was mildly infuriating.

“no, i like it in america. plus i missed Bella.” she didn’t make eye contact, fidgeting with the corner of her paperback copy of The Great Gatsby.

“i see. that’s a great choice in book, by the way,” he smiled insincerely, deep in thought as he excused himself from the conversation. “well, i have to get going, but it was great to meet you. i guess i’ll see you around.”

with that, he returned to his corner table, packing up his things hastily and exiting the shop.

[totallysharkycomplete]

The Adventure Zone x Reader Master Post

See AO3 links for all warning, ratings, and tags xoxo Balance: Panic Room (Magnus x Reader)  AO3 The Love Of Two Lifetimes (Johann x Reader / Lucretia x Reader)   AO3 Be So Kind (Magnus x Reader)   AO3 Into Oblivion (Magnus x Reader)   AO3 Flanneled Heart (Magnus x Reader) AO3 Song Bird (Davenport x Reader) AO3 Amnesty: Distract Me Please (Duck x Reader)   AO3 Thank You (Duck x Reader) AO3 Take My Jacket (Duck x Reader)   AO3 Cherry (Duck x Reader): Chapter 1 AO3 Chapter 2 AO3 Cherry NSFW Ending AO3

[thiswasinevitableid]

As always no pressure to do anything with this but i just had a tiny indruck fluff idea and it is them making eggnog together :+} go wild with this or don't but please enjoy the thought at least bc i think it's cute to imagine haha

You're right, it is cute! And I'm in the mood for fluff so....

"Look what I found!" Duck plunks the carton on the counter as he unloads the groceries.

"My hero." Indrid grins, grabbing the carton of Eck Noggen; he ran out of his eggnog stash in August and has been waiting through the dog days of summer and the return of fall for his favorite beverage to return to shelves. He's never had this particular brand, but it's eggnog and therefore will be delicious.

"......blech!" He drops the carton into the sink, "ugh, what on earth, why is it this texture?"

"It curdle?" Duck sniffs the cardboard and frowns.

"Nono it's just, it's too thick, I can't drink it, it is disgusting." He hugs his bathrobe around himself, "I'm sorry, sweet one, I know you only meant to do something kind for me."

"S'okay, darlin" Duck kisses his cheek, "know some foods just don't, uh, jive with you. Guess we can add this kind of nog to that list. Want me to grab a different kind on my way back from lunch with Juno tomorrow?"

"Yes, please."

Duck tosses his reusable bags in the hall closet on his way to change, winks over his shoulder, "you got it, sugar."

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"Well, I got bad news: I looked in both grocery stores and that mini mart on the corner and none of 'em have any kind of nog but that weird one. I'm guessin' all the supply chain and shippin issues mean the stores are just orderin whatever they can get."

"Drat."

"But" Duck pulls a note card from his jacket, "I swung by the Lodge on my way home and got Barclay to look away from Joe long enough to dig through his recipe boxes. He said the only thing we gotta change is to add a little more sugar."

"Wonderful! Oh, apologies your highness" in his excitement, Indrid flaps his hands beneath the blanket and sends Winnie leaping away.

"She'll get over it. Especially since I bought her some new catnip pumpkins. I didn't get the stuff to do the nog just yet, but I did find you some limited edition, halloween fruit gushers."

"I adore you." Indrid grips the lapels of his jacket, pulling him down for a kiss that turns into a half hour of heavy petting and a decision to order pizza for dinner so neither of them have to leave the couch.

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A draft tickles his face and Indrid chirrs, nestles further beneath the blankets to escape the cold.

"Must you allow the fresh air in when it's freezing?" He grumbles without an ounce of true annoyance.

"It's good for you. And it ain't freezin, but it's rainin." Pitter-pats of water on the roof support Duck's claim.

Winnie, sharing Indrid's sentiment about the temperature, creeps under the blankets and onto his chest. He eases the fleecy barrier down, waits until Duck is looking his way, and takes off his glasses, causing the cat to disappear into the fluff of his torso.

Duck giggles, closes the window and flops down beside him, "Careful, she gets too used to you in this form, she's gonna yowl every time you're human until you take off your glasses."

Indrid carefully transfers the cat to the mattress so he can roll onto his side and gather his boyfriend into his arms. He purrs, antennae twitching at the scent of wet pavement and Duck's shaving cream, claws gently scritching the human through his sweatshirt.

"Penny for your thoughts, my love."

"Always get a little, uh, sentimental when the weather turns cold. First time we met it was winter."

"Yes, in the grimy mess that was my trailer. Is this the part where you tell me I won your heart instantly by offering you nog and scaring you with my true form?"

"Nah. You know I ain't a love at first sight kinda fella." Duck strokes the feathers on his chest, "way I see it, that's a good thing. Means I got to have this whole adventure once you flew on back after the cottonwood, gettin' to know you and fallin' in love with you little by little until I was so deep in it I couldn't imagine a world without you."

Indrid chirrs, shy and soft; he saw that explanation coming, but nothing compares to hearing it aloud. To knowing it's true.

"Speakin of nog; seems to me today's a nice time to try makin our own."

"You are brilliant." Indrid nuzzles the top of his head.

"You gotta let me outta bed to get the stuff, sugar."

"....Five more minutes."

Thirty-five minutes later, Indrid is in his Monogahela Sweatshirt and "Cryptid" sweatpants while Duck sets eggs, cream, sugar, milk, a nutmeg, and a travel sized bottle of bourbon.

"Pick out some music?" Duck starts in on the eggs while Indrid connects his phone to the speaker and hits the playlist titled, "from Duck." It was a mixtape the human made him before they were even dating, after Indrid asked him for music recommendations.

Duck hums along as Indrid measures out the liquids, slips his arms around Indrid's waist to sway them back and forth a moment on his way to plug in the mixer.

Once the mixture is on the stove, Duck looks over his shoulder, "pass me a little more sugar, please."

Indrid kisses the base of his neck, grinning.

Duck snickers, "The edible kind, darlin."

The Sylph sets the box of white sugar near the stove, opens the second drawer down so that when Duck asks for a grater, he's ready to set it in his head.

"Oooh, how fancy" Indrid bounces on his toes as Duck grates the spice.

"Only the best for you, darlin."

"And here are the appropriate mugs." Indrid sets the one reading "mothman is my boyfriend" next to the one that says "bear hunter."

Duck pours nog into each cup, tips a little bourbon into his own and puts whipped cream atop Indrid's. They move to the couch to give the drink a chance to cool. Duck hops up to turn off all the lights save for the strand of pink and yellow ones he wove around the living room the night Indrid moved in. When he returns, Indrid holds open the blanket and snuggles close the moment he sits down.

"Cheers, darlin." Duck holds up his glass.

"Cheers." Indrid knocks his against it, sips, and purrs at the warm, delicious taste rolling down his tongue.

"How's it measure up?" Duck smiles at him as he drapes his arm around his shoulders.

Indrid sighs happily, resting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, "It's perfect."

[thekingthatwrites]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Request Rules

Please read these rules before requesting anything! If you do not, and send me an ask beyond my rules or against them, I will be blocking you.

Scroll to my master list to know who and what I will write for!

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Do know that sometimes I do get tired of writing, so if I just stop writing then I will get back to doing so as soon as I can, please be patient with me.

I will get to requests as soon as I can.

I do write x readers but I do not feel comfortable with writing x female readers. I will only do x Male and x GN readers but mainly GN.

If you have a specific request then please make sure to give me the details I need to write what you want me to.

This is all for fun, as I want people to enjoy my writing, so if you’re unhappy with something I write then Im sorry.

You can also request me to try and write a character from media that I have listed and I will try my best. 

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WILL DO ✅

I will do x reader, as said before.

Fluff

Angst

Gore

Hurt/Comfort

I will also write oneshots for just the characters as well.

I will also do character ships just ask!

You can also ask for more than one character

WILL NOT! ❌

Smut

Yandere

Incest

Podophilic ships

x Oc

Nor Abuse

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Fandoms I write for:

Encanto

Fullmetal Alchemist

Undertale

Homestuck

Genshin Impact

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Five Nights at Freddys Security Breach

Identity V Detroit Become Human Bungou Stray Dogs

The Owl House

The Legend of Vox Machina

Marvel

The Adventure Zone: Balance 

God of War: Ragnarok

Hermitcraft/Life Series

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Characters I write as:

Encanto Camilo Madrigal (Main) Bruno Madrigal Mirabel Madrigal

FMAB Greed (Main) Ling Yao Edward Elric Envy

Undertale Sans (Main) Chara Frisk Papyrus Asgore

Homestuck Karkat Vantas (Main) Jade Harley Dave Strider Roxy Lalonde Rose Lalonde Tavros Nitram Eridan Ampora Feferi Peixes Gamzee Makara Nepeta Leijon Kanaya Maryam Sollux Captor Vriska Serket Cronus Ampora

Genshin Impact Aether (Main) Venti (Main) Noelle Childe Zhongli Xiao Kaeya Diluc Thoma Beidou Xinyan Scaramouche

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Hanako

FNAF SB

Sunnydrop  Moondrop Glamrock Freddy 

IDV

Naib Subedar William Ellis Norton Campbell Mike Morton Luca Balsa Ganji Gupta Antonio Paganini  Robbie White (Platonic Only) Detroit Become Human

Connor Nines Gavin Reed

Bungou Stray Dogs

Dazai Osamu (Mafia and Ada)  Atsushi Nakajima Chuuya Nakahara  Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

The Owl House 

Hunter (Main)  Gus Porter Willow Park Amity Blight Luz Noceda Raine Whispers King Darius  The Collector 

The Legend of Vox Machina

Percival De Rolo Vax Vex Scanlan Shorthalt

Marvel

Steven Grant Mark Spector Peter Parker (Tom Holland)  Doctor Stephen Strange Tony Stark

The Adventure Zone

Barry Bluejeans Lup Tacco Taako Tacco Kravitz Magnus Burnsides Lucretia Davenport Angus Mcdonald (Platonic) Lucas Miller  Duck Newton Minerva Aubrey Little Ned Chicane Dani Indrid Cold Amber Gris Devo La Main Oksana

God of War Ragnarok

Kratos Atreus Sindri Tyr Thor Baldur Fryer

Hermitcraft Impulse Skizz Grian Scar Tango (?) Bdubs Etho (I Can TRY some others)

Thank you for reading!

[agerefandom]

Another Year Of Agere Content!

Last year, I made this masterpost of all the content I made in 2020, the first year that I was running this blog. The tradition will continue this year, so here’s my masterpost for 2021!

In 2021, I wrote 22 agere stories and 19 headcanon sets! 

The masterpost will only include my writing from the year, but I also made 59 pieces of art and 37 moodboards!! 

Without further ado, 

Stella’s Stories of 2021 (Alphabetical by Fandom)

Yakko To The Rescue: Animaniacs. big brother!Yakko with regressor!reader

Sound and Silence: Boku No Hero Academia. domestic regressor!Aizawa and cg!Hizashi Something Wrong: Boku No Hero Academia. regressor!Katsuki gets cornered by Izuku and doesn’t react well (heavy fic) Class Outing: Boku No Hero Academia. Izuku regresses while at the mall with Class 1A

Picking Up The Pieces: Critical Role. struggling regressor!Caleb and helpful Caduceus Through Anything: Critical Role. regressor!Beau and Jester, doing Yasha’s hair

Restrained: Death Note. Classification!AU with regressor!Light struggling in confinement

The TARDIS Playroom: Doctor Who. regressor!Thirteenth Doctor and an unexpected Graham

What Family Is: Harry Potter. regressor!reader and their cgs, Remus and Sirius Golden Slumbers: Harry Potter. regressor!reader, big brother!Harry Potter, and cg!Fred Weasley (cglre terminology)

Bedtime Tears: Hetalia. Human AU, regressor!Italy with cg!Japan&Germany

Big Brother, Little Brother: Homestuck. regressor!Dave and regressor!Dirk, regressing together for the first time, cg!Roxy and John.

Kitchen Friends: Marvel. regressor!reader (he/him) and cg!Bucky/Steve

To Weather The Storm: Ouran High School Host Club. Tamaki finds out that Haruhi regresses Taking Care of Mori: Ouran High School Host Club. regressor!Mori and cg!Hunny, ft. observant!Haruhi

The Joy of Theatre: Pinky and the Brain. Pinky puts on a play, Brain indulges him All The Great Men: Pinky and the Brain. Brain is having a hard day: Pinky does his best to help

Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To: Resident Evil Village. regressor!reader (she/her) and cg!Dimitrescu (cglre terminology)

system/REGRESS.Steven: Steven Universe. a rewrite of the Spinel fight, the rejeuvenator works on Steven and Amethyst is the one who has to collect all her regressed friends.

Sugar Sweet: Twilight. baby-regressor!reader with established cg!Alice and Jasper The Doctor’s Office: Twilight. regressor!reader with cg!Carlisle Home Sweet Home: Twilight. Carlisle and Esme as parents, the other Cullens as regressors with varied age ranges

Sweet Pea and Papyrus: Undertale. cg!Papyrus and a regressor!reader who’s had a bad day

Headcanon Sets and Shorter Fics Under ‘Read More’! 

The Adventure Zone caregiver!duck newton headcanons short fic with regressor!duck

Boku No Hero Academia regressor!camie and caregiver!katsuki headcanons

Check Please! regressor!jack headcanons (ask game)

Death Note short fic of regressor!Light with Ryuk short fic of Light dressing up with Misa

Doctor Who eleventh doctor caregiver headcanons 11th doctor regression headcanons (ask game) twelfth doctor caregiver headcanons regressor!thirteenth doctor headcanons

Ghibli Movies big sister kiki headcanons

Gravity Falls regressor!will cipher headcanons (tw for abuse, injuries, dissociation, etc)

Hannibal caregiver!hannibal headcanons regressor!will graham headcanons

Hetalia caregiver!england headcanons

Homestuck regressor!dave, cg!john john/dave headcanons

The Magnus Archives all of my magnus archives regression headcanons in one post

Ouran High School Host Club regressor and cg!Tamaki Suoh headcanons

Resident Evil VIII regressor!donna beneviento headcanons

Sanders Sides regression headcanons for the original four (art)

Star Trek regressor!jim and caregivers!bones and spock headcanons

Steven Universe regressor!steven headcanons regressor!connie headcanons

Supernatural caregiver!tfw headcanons with regressor!reader

Twilight regressor!bella headcanons (ask game)

X-Files regressor!Dana and Fox headcanons

[starryevermore]

loving him: watch it begin again (2) ✧ andy barber

loving him ✧ an andy barber series | ao3

request: Hi! I hope your Sunday is going well! Can you do a part 2 to "reminds you of innocence" where reader gets a new man (Andy Barber) and runs into Ransom Drysdale. Both angst and fluff ensues. - @aubageddon91

pairing: andy barber x fem!reader

summary: on a wednesday, in a cafe, you watch it begin again.

word count: 777

warnings?: andy and reader just meet in this chapter so we don’t follow the request exactly (yet—more will come later), not proofread, kinda shitty but we’ll pretend it’s half decent

Moving on was...Well, to put it simply, fucking sucked. Everywhere you went, you felt like Ransom was following you. Even when you moved away from Boston, moved to the sleepy town of Newton, it felt like he was still with you, reminding you that there was no better than him. 

No. Don’t do that. 

There was good after Ransom. You were better than him. You didn’t gave to stoop to manipulation and gaslighting to get what you want. You didn’t have to make yourself smaller for him anymore. You were allowed to be happy without him. 

But, then again, if that was true, why was it so hard to find yourself? How had he managed to take every piece of you and smash it without you even realizing? How do you begin rebuilding yourself when all you have last is a fractured shell of who you once were? There was no going back, you knew that, but how could you move forward? 

You fell into routines to try and cope. It was easier that way. You’d wake up, make a small breakfast, get dressed. Go down to the cafe across the street from your apartment and treat yourself to whatever the special of the day was, sip on it while you tried to find your next novel somewhere in you. Writing was hard these days. It felt like Ransom had stolen your words when he took your happiness. But you still tried, staring at the blank Google document until your coffee was lukewarm. Then you’d walk in the park, stare out at the pond and watch the ducks, before going home again and watch lame sitcoms until nightfall, going bed to just start it all over in the morning.

You liked your routine. It made you feel normal. Made if you felt normal for long enough, you could begin working towards your happiness. 

But, just as you started to get comfortable with your new life...Well, life liked to turn things on its head for you. 

It was a Wednesday, and you were at the cafe, staring at the blank document like you always did when someone cleared their throat. You looked up, tearing your eyes away from the screen, to see a man standing in front of you. He was holding a cup that looked almost doll-sized in his large hands, a soft smile on his face as he stared down at you. He looked kind. You wondered if kind people still existed. “Yeah?” you managed to say when you realized you were beginning to stare for too long.

“Is that seat taken?” he asked, pointing at the empty chair across the table from you. 

“Go for it,” you said, watching as he slid into the seat. “So, uh, do you always sit with women who look painfully lonely?”

He laughed. You’d forgotten what it was like to make someone laugh. “Only when they look as beautiful as you.”

“So you agree I look painfully lonely?”

“I don’t know about painfully lonely, but you looked like you could use someone to talk to,” he said. “I’m Andy, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you said. 

“A beautiful name. So, are you new to town? I know everyone here, and I think I would remember a woman as beautiful as you.”

You tried to ignore the way your face burned at his compliment. “Uh, yeah. Moved here a couple months ago from Boston.”

“Oh? What brought you here?”

You blinked, looking away, back down at your laptop. “Bad breakup.”

But, you didn’t have time to feel bad about yourself. Andy reached across the table, around your laptop, grabbing your hand. His hands were warm, and it made you wonder if his hugs felt as wonderful as it did when he held your hand. “His loss.”

“You don’t even know why we broke up.”

“I like to think I’m a good judge of character, and anyone who would let you go is insane.” He smiled when you giggled. “I’m usually not this forward, but would you like to go out sometime?”

And you almost wanted to say no. You felt like damaged goods, like Ransom had done such a number on you that there was no way anyone could love you again. But, looking into Andy’s eyes, you got the feeling that he wasn’t like Ransom in the slightest. That he could love you, flaws and all. So, you asked, “Do you promise to make it the best date ever?”

“It’ll be so amazing that you’ll be asking for a second and third date on the spot,” he promised.

“Then just give me the time and place.”

[everydaymj]

Call You Mine - Peter Parker x Reader - Part 2

“Alright, can anyone tell me why we still study these plays,” I asked, watching several hands shoot up. 

Glancing around I rounded the desk and leaned against it as I went on, “And don’t say it’s because Shakespeare is the world’s most prolific writer, give me a real reason.”

I watched as the majority of the hands went down, the first day of class was always a fun one and these kids weren’t disappointing as I spotted a few nervous hands come back up. Zeroing in on Rosa, who had picked a seat right up front I nodded at her. 

She took a breath nervously but met my gaze as she said, “Because they are still relevant to current issues, the themes are still ones that resonate in the modern world.”

Smiling I said, “That’s part of it, yes, the human race is eternally fascinated with itself and perhaps no other writer captured the essence of humanity as well as Shakespeare.”

Seeing a boy wearing an Omega Delta shirt in the third row roll his eyes I narrowed my eyes as I snatched up a piece of green chalk and started to write on the board.

Large sweeping letters started to come together into a list of emotions. 

Cracking the chalk harshly, I said, “Hatred, something I am positive you’ve all felt at one point.” Pointing to the frat boy that was looking more bored by the moment I asked, “You, what’s an example of hatred?”

Eyes going a bit wide he stuttered out, “Ah I guess when a girl ghosts me for another guy?” 

Grinning at the opportunity he had given me I said, “Ah but is that hatred or love? I think over the course of the semester you will all find they are one and the same.” 

Before I could give an example of this in one of the plays we would be starting next week, Rosa’s hand shot up again so I just nodded at her. 

“But can you really say love and hate are the same? I mean motivations might be similar on the basis of passion but true love doesn’t have space for hatred, there are countless examples of this in the plays. I just don’t believe they are in any way the same Professor Y/L/N,” she said, a great deal of conviction in her eyes. 

Whispers started to circle and I could tell right now that this was going to be a lively class with lots of opinions and that was my favorite kind of class. 

Raising a brow at her I said, “Agree to disagree, love is a game and even when you win you’ll find that you lose.”

Moving on to the next point, I called on a different student and steered the conversation back to different themes. 

This would be an interesting semester to be sure. 

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Peter couldn’t help the grin on his face, even if half of the students looked like they were bored out of their minds and wanted to just go home already, he would call this first lecture a success if just for the fact people had actually shown up. 

Should his standards be higher? Probably, but he didn’t really care. 

“So ah, now that we’ve wrapped up this introductory lecture does anyone have any general questions about the material or what we’re going to focus on,” he asked, looking around the large lecture hall to be sure he didn’t miss anyone. 

Listening intently his enhanced senses picked up the mutter of “How does any of this apply to real life,” from the back row.

Deciding not to let it get him down he smiled as he said, “That’s a great question, how does any of this apply to real life? Well, physics is so much more than numbers and whiteboards if you think creatively it can apply to the most base of human actions in day to day life.”

Seeing one of the students in the back duck down, he bit back a laugh and kept going, “You might not believe it at first but even things like relationships and the more abstract concepts of humanity can be broken down if the laws of physics are used.”

In the front row, one of the girls that had actually been taking notes raised her hand.  

“Ah yes, Rosa wasn’t it,” he asked, hoping that he remembered correctly. 

She nodded, giving him a smile. 

“So Professor Parker, you’re saying that even something like emotions can be broken down into the terms of physics,” she asked, watching him intently. 

Thrilled that someone was engaging he beamed at her, wondering in the back of his mind if possibly he had something on his shirt with the way several other students were staring at him. 

“Exactly! Take Newton’s Third Law, even if yo-” 

He was cut off by the tick of the clock signaling the end of class and the shuffle of students getting up to leave. 

“Ah right, have a good weekend, I’ll see you all next week,” Peter said, slightly disappointed class was already over. 

Turning to grab his papers—he would not be losing any more notes from his aunt—he felt a tap on his arm. 

“Ah Professor Parker, do you think you could explain what you were about to say,” asked Rosa, a curious look in her eyes when he turned to face her. 

Putting his bag down, Peter leaned against the desk and smiled as he said, “That was a great question you know, ah yeah, so it’s not a popular theory or anything but personally I like to think so much of humanity and its complexities can be explored through science. Not saying that it can explain everything but it’s a fun way to try and put things together.”

Furrowing her brows, she asked, “So even something as complex as love? Or hate? You think things like that could be taken apart with the laws of physics?”

Already thinking that he would love for her to take his theoretical physics class next semester he rubbed the back of his neck in thought. 

“Well, I’m not sure anything could explain something like love but hatred is an easy one. Before class ended I was going to say that Newton’s Third Law was a great explanation for something like hate, to every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. In my experience,” he paused, thinking of all the villains he’d fought over the years and the burning hate thrown at him. “I’ve found that it’s almost always an initial action followed by a reaction that causes something like that.  What’s got you thinking about something like that.”

She thought for a moment before saying, “So you wouldn’t say it’s the same for love. You don’t see them as the same thing.”

Confused at the notion of something so outlandish he couldn’t help a laugh. 

“Not at all, I’m not sure there’s any one action that could lead to or cause love. It can be similar I suppose but I wouldn’t call them the same thing at all,” he said. “I mean everyone can have their own opinions on it, but that’s just not how I see it. What got you curious about all this?”

She shook her head, glancing at the door. 

“Just something another professor said in a literature class, this just made me think of it again. It’s sort of funny you would think a literature expert would believe in that sort of thing, not a physics professor. No offense,” she hurried to add.  

Seeing the time he grabbed his bag and said, “Not at all, I’m glad you find the class interesting. If we have time next week maybe we can bring the topic back up for class discussion.”

Waving as she left, Peter smiled to himself, glad that at least one of his students seemed to be really interested in the topic. Starting back to his office, he wondered what kind of literature professor would start a semester off by saying love and hate were the same things. A very bold take if you asked him. 

Lost in thought, it was only his lightning-fast reflexes that kept him from running into the person that rounded the same corner he was turning. Catching them with one arm and bracing against the wall with the other, he found himself looking into the same Y/C/E’s that he hadn’t been able to forget since the last time he saw them. 

Determined not to act like an idiot this time he quickly let go and said, “Ah sorry, wasn’t looking where I was going. That’s on me.”

The hint of a smirk on her face she raised a brow. 

“You certainly were, on me I mean. I’m afraid I’ve really got to be going, I have an evening class in twenty minutes,” she said, brushing back a strand of hair as she started to walk away. 

Calling after her, he said, “You know my name, isn’t it only fair I know yours?”

Stopping, she glanced over her shoulder with a look in her eyes that Peter knew was nothing but trouble. 

“Life isn’t fair Parker, but I’m feeling generous today. Y/N, but you can call me Y/L/N,” she said, turning without another word. 

“Okay Y/L/N, that’s better than nothing,” he muttered to himself as he tried his best not to keep from thinking about how attractive that smirk was as she walked away. 

Watching her go, Peter knew for a fact the smart thing to do would be to stay as far away from her as possible. But he also knew for a fact he would be doing no such thing.

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prince!newt x peasant!reader

This is a bit longer than I expected, and I'm trying to work on catching up. Sorry it's late. Also, happy Newt day!! Please make requests! I have a prompt list posted below. Message me to be added to a tag list.

- (Y/n) is Your Name, (Y/bff/n) is Your Best Friend's Name, (Y/g/n) is Your Guardian's Name, (Mr/s) is Mr/Mrs, (f/c) is favorite color, (f/f/t) if favorite fruit tree, (f/f) is favorite fruit -

You turned, "(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" (Y/bff/n) yelled to you. They were sprinting, nearly falling over as they rushed to your side, a small piece of paper tightly grasped in their dominant hand while they waved to you with their other.

And at the sound of your name you turned, coming face to face with the young (blonde/brunette/whatever floats their boat). Sending them a warm smile, you set down your basket of apples.

"What?" You asked as you walked over to meet them next to your tree.

It was a (f/f/t). You got it on your sixth birthday from (G/n). Ever since, it's grown quite tall, and quite strong. You and (Y/bff/n) spent most of your childhood climbing it. That, and throwing (f/f)s at a shank named Gally.

(Y/bff/n) panted for a second, before explaining that the Prince was hosting a ball. They grinned, holding a flyer for proof.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Okay... remind me why you're telling me this, again? I mean, not to be rude and everything but it's invite only."

"It's a masquerade," (Y/bff/n) prompted. When they noticed you ccouldn't follow their train of thought, they sighed, "We don't have to be invited!"

"But--"

"No "but"'s. We are going." They said. You tried to open your mouth, but they cut you off. "And don't even try to use not having the right outfit as an excuse because I already got you one."

"How?"

(Y/bff/n) smirked, "I have my ways."

You chuckled slightly at them, Of course. "Okay, but even then I still couldn't go. Sorry."

"Why not!?"

"I gotta do stuff...."

(Y/bff/n) raised an eyebrow, "Is that code for 'you're already having a secret affair with the Prince'?"

Your eyes widened, "No! Tha...that's disgusting! You're disgusting!!" You said.

(Y/bff/n) laughed loudly, "Jeez, (Y/n), you should've seen your face. I was kidding then, but now I'm not sure...." You reached over plucked an apple from your tree, and playfully threw an apple at them, which they ducked just in time. "Alright, alright." They said, putting up their hands in surrender. "I'll meet you over at out spot at sundown tonight. Just tell (Mr/s) (Y/g/n) your sleeping over with me." They said, saluting you with two fingers before they left.

You smiled to yourself, and continued picking apples for (Y/g/n)'s pie tonight.

--

You wished (Y/g/n) sweet dreams, and left your house, heading for the woods to where Y/bff/n told you to meet them.

"I'm here!" You shouted, opening the door into your small cottage.

"Oh, (Y/n)!" (Y/bff/n) said. "Try this on!" They shoved a (f/c) (dress/suit) into your arms, and pushed you into the room you made for yourself. They shut the door behind them, and left you in the dark. You lit a candle, and changed out of your old outfit, into your new one. Once you finished, you walked over to a mirror.

The outfit was beautiful. Long, silk sleeves hugged your arms, but not too tightly. The rest of it showed off your curves, and ran down to your legs. The soft fabric felt like a dream compared to your peasant clothes. You knew you couldn't accept this, but man, you wanted to.

"(Y/n)?" (Y/bff/n) called, knocking on the door.

"Yes?" You asked, your voice straining.

"How does it look?"

You twirled around in front of the mirror. "Lovely."

"It fits!?" (Y/bff/n) squealed.

You inhaled slowly, "Yes. Yes, it does."

"May I come in?"

You nodded your head, but soon realized that (Y/bff/n) couldn't see you. "Y-yeah," you said. The doorknob turned, revealing (Y/bff/n), who stood wide-eyed and has dropping to the stone floor below you.

"Shit, you look hot!" They said, causing you to giggle.

"Thank you, but I don't think I can accept this. I-it's too much. I--"

"Shut up, shuck-face. You're going, and you're wearing that. The Prince would be blind if he didn't notice you."

You blushed, "Thank you."

(Y/bff/n) waved it away, "I'm just statin' the truth. Now come on, I need your opinion on my (dress/suit)." You followed (Y/bff/n) out of your room, and into theirs. They rushed over to their cot, and held up two outfits--one a deep burgundy, and one a dark grey, with white accents. You choose the burgundy one. The grey seemed to be too much.

"Great!" Ybffn said. "I'll pick you up next week, at yours."

You sighed, knowing there was no use in protest. You agreed, and wished (Y/bff/n) sweet dreams.

--

The second you walked into the ballroom, you felt self conscious about everything. Was your hair alright? Did your outfit have any wrinkles on it that you missed? What if it actually wasn't a masquerade? (Y/bff/n) picked up on your nervous energy, and reassured you that everything was alright. "Look!" they said, pointing in front of you. "The Prince!"

You turned, and your breath hitched in your throat. His golden hair seemed to shine in the lighting, and his chocolatey eyes squinted under his mask as he smiled, greeting his guests. The black suit he wore only made him look 10x more handsome. And tall. As much as you hated to admit it, you knew you were falling for him. It was obvious he was the main topic of all the kingdoms conversation.

"Huh," (Y/bff/n) said to themselves. "He's not as hot as I expected."

You looked at them funny, "What?!" You asked.

"Everyone always talks about how hot the Prince is, and I gotta say I expected a better looking man. Whatever, though. It's whatever." They said with a shrug. "Ooh!" Their eyes lit up. "Speaking of, don't look behind you. I'm going to go get myself a drink or two." They said.

"Wait, no!" You called. "Don't leave me here." You whispered under your breath.

Someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around, Just like you practiced. You told yourself, coming face-to-face with the blond haired, brown eyed Angel himself. Newton.

"Your highness," you said in your best 'princess' voice, bowing slightly. Newton did the same.

"Princess..."

"(Y/n). O-of Arica."

"(Y/n) of Arica," Newton repeated, as if testing it out on his tounge. He smiled warmly, "How are you doing?" New asked, reaching his elbow to the side, urging you to take it. You did, and responded with an:

"I'm well. How are you?"

"I'm fine." Newton responded. "Uh, please forgive me, but I don't remember where Arica is. Could you point it out on a map?"

"Of course, " You said, internally panicking as you walked over to a mapping room with the Prince. "It's right... here." You said, pointing towards the southernmost coast of an island.

Newton looked at it closely, but nodded his head in acceptance. "I've never heard of it." He said.

"We mostly to keep to ourselves," You said. Nice, (Y/n).

Once again, Newton nodded. "I'll have to visit sometime," he said, leading you out of the mapping room and into the courtyard.

"Sure," you said, knowing this would be your only time you'd talk to the Prince. Really, it'd be the only time you'd talk to any prince.

"So..." The Prince said, kicking rocks below his feet, an annoying habit he's picked up over the years.

"How is 'the maze'?" You asked Newton, earning a small smile from him.

"I think it's well. But honestly, I don't know. I've been thinking of traveling there some time, just to see the people in there, but father doesn't approve. Sonya's done it a few times. She disguises herself as a peasant, sneaking out every once in a while. I'd love to join her, but mother and father keep a close watch on me. Bloody keep reminding me that I need to act like a king, and whatever." he said.

"So why don't you just leave one night? I've done it," Newton raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" He asked, eyes lighting up.

"Yes. I like to think that if you're going to rule a kingdom, you need to know the people in it."

"Exactly!" The Prince said. "That's my thought, too!" You looked at the prince, smiling. "Okay," he said, turning to the right, leading you outside of the courtyard. "You see that?" Your eyes followed to where Newton pointed, at the horizon of his kingdom.

"Yeah,"

"Pretty, right?"

"Beautiful." You've seen sunsets in Glade many times, but never like this; in front of a castle, holding onto a prince's arm.

Newton smiled at you, and you did the same.

"So what's it like?" You asked him.

"What's what like?"

"The pressure of almost being king. Having everyone look up to you, people rushing to your service every time you need it? Trying to find a queen?" You winked, elbowing him lightly.

Newton pressed his lips together, into a thin line. "Bloody hell. I suppose it's the same as almost becoming queen," he said. "All honestly, I like to do things for myself, and having people bow down to my every time I walk up to them is a little awkward. I can't really find the right woman to rule by my side, and that stresses me out a bit as well. Coronation is coming up quickly, and father's arguments don't help. He wants me to be with Harriet, Sonya's best friend, but I don't know. I mean, she's great and all, but I just.... "

"I get it," you lied. "My father wants me to find someone to rule besides me as well."

"Really?" Newton asked.

No. "Yeah. He wanted me to meet you, in hopes of uniting out kingdoms, or whatever."

Newton smiled, "Well, how does that make you feel?"

"I... don't know. I mean, you seem like a wonderful person and everything, but I dont want to marry someone I just met. No offense."

Newton out his hands up in surrender, "None taken. I feel the same way." 

You smiled, "Shall we go now then?"

Newton looked up at you, "Pardon me?"

"Go. Like, into the village. See the people there. I could help you--"

"Newt!" A high-pitched voice called. She sounded very formal, and you'd be lying to say it didn't crush you inside.

Newton turned, "Yes?" He asked. You turned as well, finding a girl with blonde hair in front of you two, leaning against a fountain. She reminded you of the prince. In looks, at least.

"Mother wants you to meet Arabella. She's here." The woman said. You were surprised to hear mockery in her voice when she mentioned the princess Arabella. That was not very royal of her.

Newton sighed, turning to you. "I'm very sorry, but I must go." He said. "It was wonderful talking to you. Will I see you again?"

You shook your head, "Most likely not, your majesty. I must be going."

Newton frowned, "At least let me walk you to the door, yes?"

You nodded slowly. "Yes, but I must find (Y/bff/n) first." You said.

--

"And... that was it."

"That was it?! That was it?!" (Y/bff/n) said, rather disappointed.

"Well, yeah... we went to find you. W-what did you think was going to happen?"

"A kiss?!"

You snorted, "He's the prince."

"So?"

"We're peasants...? I-I don't understand."

(Y/bff/n) rolled their eyes, "You would if you'd have stayed the night with that prince of yours." They said, winking.

"Egh. No! (Y/bff/n)!" You said, turning to face them with a disgusted expression.

"Oh!" (Y/bff/n) said, snapping their fingers milliseconds after their eyes lit up. "I know what you should do! Go to the castle and give him a tour of the city!!"

"Won't he be suspicious that I know the kingdom so well?"

(Y/bff/n) shrugged, "Just tell him you went exploring."

"What about curfew?" You asked.

"Hide." (Y/bff/n) said like it was the obvious answer.

Once again, you rolled your eyes, chuckling.

--

"Thank you," Newton said.

You turned to face him, "Hmm?"

"For getting me out of my castle. Thanks for your help." He said.

You blushed, "Oh. It's... it's good." You said, kicking the rocks below your feet. "Don't mention it."

"So... when do you leave?"

You looked at the prince, confused for a minute. "Oh!" You said, mentally kicking yourself. "E-early this morning... I think. I don't actually know." You said with a sheepish smile.

Newton chuckled, "Really?

"Y-yeah."

"Okay... well we should make our time together count then.

You smiled, quickly nodding your head. "Alright, your highness. Let's go!"

Newton giggled, chasing after you.

"Bloody hell, (Y/n). You sure seem to know your way around." He panted next to you.

"Uh... yeah. I-um... I explored for a bit before I came to get you." You said.

"Smart." Newton mumbled. You stopped suddenly, holding out your arm to stop the prince as well.

"What? What is it--"

You quickly shushed him, holding a finger to your lips. You pushed him back against a wall, waiting for footsteps to pass. You panted slightly, feeling your heart beat in your neck, and Newton's hot breath against your head.

He smelt good, like maple and autumn. But also spring.

He smiled, looking down at you. You turned around, and tried to hide your blush from him.

"What's wrong, luv?"

"Nothing." You said sharply. "I... uh, let's go. We don't have much time until sunrise."

Newton shrugged, but followed you, towards a small lake.

You started taking off your skirt, but were stopped by the prince.

"Wait! What are you--"

"Relax, I'm wearing my brother's shorts underneath." You said with a chuckle.

Newton blushed deeply, but nodded his head as he watched you unbutton your shirt. You smiled at him, and turned to face the water.

"You coming, your highness?" You asked with a smirk.

Newton sputtered out a 'Yes', stripping down to his boxers before he chased after you.

You screamed, but was soon shoved under water by a familiar set of arms.

Newton.

He laughed, and pulled you up. Followed by you glaring at him, shoving him back.

"Hey!" He chuckled, stumbling back a bit. His pale arms were held up in surrender.

You crossed your arms over your chest and stuck out your bottom lip in a pout.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Newton asked, trying to pull you towards him. You shrugged his touch away. "(Y/n)? C'mon, luv, what's--"

"Aha!" You shouted, jumping onto the prince, and knocking him into the water.

His protests were silence by the water.

"Who's there?!" A voice asked in the distance. Suddenly, a light followed.

You gasped, and pulled Newton under water with you. You felt his eyes on you, but you kept yours on the light until it dissapeared--as well as you could when under water.

When the light left, you shot up, panting. You turned to Newton, who was grinning.

"That was close!" He said.

"Yeah," you nodded your head. "Let's get out of here."

--

Newton grinned, "This was awesome." He said. You turned your head to watch him, admiring the contagious grin that covered his face, and the way his eyes glowed in the light of the sunrise.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Newton said. "...thank you."

"Of course, your majesty." You said, turning to watch the sunrise.

"You know... you don't have to call me that. Right?"

"What?" You asked, turning to face Newton.

"I mean... call me by my first name. Or Newt."

You looked back to the horizon. "Okay, Newt." You said with a grin.

Newt sighed, "So this is it, huh?"

"Mmh?" You faced the prince again.

"You know, the last time we meet."

"Oh... yeah." You said sadly.

"But it doesn't have to be." Newton said, reaching out to grasp your hand. "I mean, it's obvious the feeling's mutual, so why don't I court you? I know it's rushed, and I'm sorry, but--"

"Newton," you cut him off. "I'd love that... but I can't." You said. Newt's face fell, and it broke your heart.

"Why not?" He mumbled.

"I... I'm sorry. We have to go." You said.

"But I--" You gave Newt a look, "Okay." He finally said, standing up.

You reluctantly followed. I'm sorry. I love you.

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Cherry NSFW (Duck Newton x Reader) NSFW Ending

Chapter One Chapter Two Cherry NSFW AO3 (See this link for full list of warnings and tags) “Could I… Can I touch you more?” He whispers against your ear.

“Only if I can touch you too.”

“Absolutely.” He agrees.

He moves your hair and begins kissing your neck on a spot that makes you absolutely weak. Even after all this time he didn't forget.

You run your hands up his arms, taking time to squeeze his strong biceps. Then you run your hands down his chest and across his belly, then wrap your arms around his back bringing him impossibly closer.

Duck moves his mouth down from your neck to your collarbone, his hands come to rest on the side of your underwear. “Can I…”

“Yes,” you reply before he can ever finish.

“You didn’t even let me finish.” He smiles against your skin.

“Duck, you can do anything you want to me as long as you just don’t stop touching me. God, I’ve missed it so much.” You breathe against his neck.

“You’ll tell me to stop though if it’s too much?” He wants to be reassured.

“Yes, Duck. You’ll do the same?” You check.

He moves to kiss you on the lips, you eagerly kiss back but he pulls away. “Yes.” Moving his head back to where it was he begins to suck a bruise into your collar bone. One of his hands moves to the front of your panties and feels up the front of them.

You move your arms around his neck to try and hold yourself up.

He slips and hands into the front of your panties and his finger circles your clit, while his other hand grabs your ass.

You bite your lip to keep from moaning but a whimper skill escapes you.

“You can be as loud as you want, darlin’. There’s no one around for miles and no one would hear you over this rain.” His fingers tease your opening.

“Duck, please.” You whimper.

He obliges and slips a finger inside of you, still rubbing your clit with his thumb.

Your legs tremble as you do you best to hold yourself up. You feel as he slips another finger in and motions them up and slowly drags them out. A high pitched whine escapes your lips.

Duck covers your mouth with his own in a passionate kiss. “Do you want more?” He breathes against your lips.

You nod quickly and another moan escapes your lips.

Duck removes his fingers from you. “Lay down for me, sweetheart.”

You don't have to be told twice as you lay back on the blow up mattress with your legs hanging off the edge. He’s in between your legs quickly and runs his tongue up the front of your panties.

“So wet,” he moans. “Just for me.” His hands run up and down your thighs before his fingers slip under the waistband or your under garments and he pulls them down. His face moves right in front of your fold and he looks up at you.

Your bottom lip is between your teeth as you look down at him wantingly, your chest rises and falls quickly with each breath you take.

He smiles before beginning his ministrations. He laps hungrily at your folds and you felt two of his fingers slide into you.

You buck into his touch and whine his name.

“You look so damn beautiful.” He groans against you. “I know we both said we’d take this slow but I’ve thought about this so many times.” He talks between running his tongue over your clit. “I’ve missed how you squirm under my touch.”

“Duck, ah, I,” you try to tell him the same but can’t seem to form words through the pleasure.

“Shhh, s’alright.” He coos. “Just focus on the feeling. I know you’re close.” He remembers everything about your body, the perfect places to touch it to get you a whimpering mess. He remembers how when you get close you tighten around his finger and begin to rock your hips to meet the stroking of his fingers, much like you’re doing now.

Duck presses his tongue flat between your folds and angles his finger up into your g spot and your seeing stars.

Your hands tangel into his hair and you have to pull him away, the sensation being too much on your clit. His fingers continue to lead you through your orgasm. When your body is limp against the mattress he moves onto it next to you.

“How’re ya feeling?” He checks, moving hair away from your forehead.

You answer him with a kiss, tasting your own slick on his lips.

“You’re so amazing.” You pant, still catching your breath.

“I try my best.” He chuckles.

The two of you lock eyes for a moment and you both smile.

“I think It’s my turn now.” You inform him and begin moving down and off the bed. “You don’t have ta-”

“I want to.” You cut him off. “I want you to feel as good as you made me feel.” You remove your bra before you continue.

Duck shimmies down the bed until he's in the position he just had you in. You help him out of his pants and boots then stare at the large tent in his boxers. He’s propped himself up on his elbows to watch you. You look up at him and make eye contact as you kiss his head over the strained clothes.

He breathes in and leans his head back. You’re quick to rid him of his boxers and bring your lips right next to his hard on. You kiss up the inside of his thighs, then his shaft, then wait for him to look at you.

He finally looks back down at you. “I almost forgot how much of a tease you are.”

You answer by licking around the top of his head before sucking him into your mouth.

“Ah, fuck.” He hisses, and pulls your hair out of your face and holds it gently.

A little bit at a time you begin going further down his thick shaft, taking as much as you can before you gag. He groans at the sound and you do it again. You begin to bob your head up and down faster and faster until the grip on your hair tightens.

“Fuck, you gotta stop or I’m gonna…” he pants.

“I want you, Duck.” You whisper against his thigh, giving it a soft kiss.

Duck schooces back up the bed until he’s in the middle, still on his back. “Come here.” He reaches out his hand.

Taking his hand you join him, straddling his hips. He pulls you into a kiss and you can feel his hard cock beneath your stomach.

“I've thought about this a lot too.” You confess.

“Tell me what you’ve thought about.” He kisses you from your jaw up to your ear, where he gives it a quick nibble causing you to gasp.

“I’ve thought about the way you used to touch me, like you just did. I thought about how you used to sound when I’d take you into my mouth, how tightly you used to hold my hips as you pounded into me, how I’d be so sore the next day after you made me feel so good the night before.” You let out a shaky breath as he sucks a bruise into the side of your neck.

“Do you want all that again?” He checks.

“Yes,” you whisper, and buck against him.

“Fuck,” he cusses, grabbing onto your hips.

The slick on your lips begins to cover his shaft as you grind against it. After a few more rotations of your hips you rise up onto your knees and take him into your hand to line him up. Both of you gasp as you sink down onto his head.

His hand finds your hips to help hold and guide you further down onto him. You place a hand on his chest and the other holds his bicep. A little at a time you sink down onto him, then back up. Each time going further down, until he’s fully sheathed in you.

“God, Duck, you’re so big. You fill me up so well.” So whimper before you begin to move.

Duck’s hands grab you bruisingly tight as he helps you ride him. Soon the tent is filled with the sound of moans and skin hitting skin. The sound of the rain on the tent is still deathingly loud, but all you can focus on is the pleasure between your legs.

“Darlin’, you’re so perfect. Just like that, good girl.” Duck praises you, bringing his hips up to slam into you.

It’s not long before your legs are trembling. You’re a whimpering mess at each thrust of his hips. The slick from your folds begins to run down your legs.

“Shit, you’re so hot. Baby girl you’re amazing.” Duck groans. “Come one darlin’, come for me.” One of his hands leaves your hips and reaches between your folds to find your clit.

With a few strokes of his finger you shut your eyes and come hard.

“Fuck, Duck, ah,” You whimper out nonsense as you continue ridding him through shaky legs.

“That’s it, that’s it, ah,” Duck follows suits, spilling his seed into you.

You fall against his chest trying to catch your breath. You can feel the mixture of slick and seed begin to drip out of you.

As slowly as he can, Duck pulls out of you, then rolls you onto your back on the bed. He grabs the towel you had used for their hair and begins to clean the mess between your thighs.

“How are you feeling?” Duck asks, looking down at your closed eyes.

“Euphoric.” You smile with a hum, opening your eyes just enough to see him.

He chuckles. “Good, I feel about the same.” He tosses the dirty towel onto the tent floor and lays down next to you. His fingers come up to gently run across your cheek.

“Duck?” You ask.

He hums in response.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.”

[thiswasinevitableid]

happy friday! feel free to ignore this if it's not up your alley but if it is, consider: indrid drunk/tipsy on eggnog in non-angsty way, he's all horny and needy and pliant and uninhibited enough to beg. and also in a situation where duck feels comfortable giving him what he wants and also teasing him for how sloppy he's being

This has been sitting here for months but I FINALLY got to it! So folks know, I went with Indrid being tipsy so it was clearer that he was able to communicate as he needed to.

It’s a rare day when no futures need his intervention, so when they come along Indrid tends to overindulge. He spent this morning sleeping in and reading a new book, the afternoon binging The Big Flower Fight while eating the kinds of foods that weigh him down when he needs to fly, and the evening with a mug of spiked eggnog, a bowl of Skittles, and his favorite western romance on T.V. He’s in his warmest sweater, he has a vanilla sugar candle burning, and life could not be better.

A life as first court seer, then running about earth trying to prevent disasters and his own discovery, required a sharp mind, so he almost never drinks alcohol or takes any kind of drug, in spite of many attractive humans offering them to him (the 1970s were especially rife with good-looking strangers offering him mind altering substances). A bonus of this is that the sensation of being tipsy remains novel and fun; he knows what’s going on, but the whole world takes on a warm, oozy sensation as he takes it in. Like maple syrup.

Mmm, maybe Duck will make waffles when he gets home.

There’s a jingle of keys and the ranger steps inside, knocking snow from his boots as Winnie mrrrps towards him and headbutts his leg.

“Hey girl, missed you too. Hey sugar” he bends, kissing the top of Indrid’s head.

“Hello.” Indrid grins up at him, kisses his chin as he straightens up, “no late shift woes?”

“Nah, it was nice and quiet.” Duck takes in the now-empty carton of spiked eggnog, “seems like you had a wild time.”

“Oh yes” he rolls on his side, hanging half off the arm of the couch to watch Duck move through the kitchen, “that is me, the life of the party. The largest of the party animals.”

Duck snickers, looks over his shoulder while the fridge leaks cold air into the room, “You drunk?”

“Not quite. I am buzzed. Like a bee.” He makes a low purr, attempting to get it to sound like a buzzing insect. He succeeds only in coughing, which makes Duck laugh.

“Whatever you say, lovebug” he winces, “eesh, that was bad even for me.”

“Nooo, I like it.” He pouts, hoping Duck will see that he should call him whatever sappy things his heart desires.

“Keep that in mind, darlin. Gimme on sec to change, then I’ll come, uh, keep you warm.” He winks and disappears down the hall. Indrid waits, swinging his leg back and forth as he hums the song that he knows goes with the closing credits of the movie.

When Duck returns and settles on the couch, Indrid immediately wiggles and turns to rest his head in his lap. This results in him being tangled in the blankets and twisting his sweater around his torso. It’s worth it.

Duck’s in his soft, grey sweats, the ones that show off his ass and cling to his a dick a little more than seems fair. He’s wearing the green waffle shirt Indrid likes the texture of, and Indrid rubs his cheek against his belly to show his appreciation. The ranger smiles down at him, brushes his hair from his face and pulls another blanket around his own shoulders.

“Smell good” Indrid mumbles, “smell like Duck.”

His boyfriend chuckles, undoes the tie holding Indrid’s hair in a half-bun so he can comb it with his fingers. The noises from the screen suggest a sex scene, but he can’t bear to turn his face away from the warmth and bulk of Duck’s body. Besides, he’s seen this enough times he can picture it from memory. The snowy cabin, two bodies bent over a table, the snap of a belt…

“Nfff” He kisses Duck’s stomach, then flops onto his back; on his side, the temptation to jerk himself off under the blankets is too strong. From here, everything is where Duck can see it, can make sure Indrid is only doing what he wants him to do.

He studies the lines of Duck’s face. He’s drawn them, seen them, thousands of times and he’ll never tire of them. There’s five o’ clock shadow on his jaw, the edge of a scar peeking from his collar, and when he looks down Indrid can count the laugh lines on his face. Every little detail adds to his charm, because it reminds Indrid that this isn’t a vision, isn’t a dream. Duck is here, with him.

“Penny for your thoughts, sugar.” Duck’s thumb traces his lips.

Indrid kisses the pad of it, “Nothing.”

“Nothin? You ain’t even watchin the flick.”

“Like looking at you better. So handsome, my handsome, perfect Duck.” He reaches up, intending to cup a round cheek and thwacking it softy instead.

“Right back at you.” Duck drapes his arm along Indrid’s chest. Indrid plays his fingers up and down it, following the lines of muscle. He remembers the first time he realized the strength there was enough to hold him down.

Goodness it felt nice to find a place in the world that didn’t bring a burden with it.

In what he’s certain is a stealthy manner, he shifts back onto his left side and kisses along Duck’s waistband.

“Somethin you want?”

“You” he nuzzles above his belly button.

“Gotta be more specific”

He whines, kisses more firmly to make his point.

“Sugar, if you ain’t here enough to tell me what you want, we ain’t goin’ any further.”

“Want you to fuck me.”

“Hmmmm”

“Please” He clings to the front of Duck’s shirt, “pleasepleaseplease, want you so much.” He turns his head to mouth at his cock through his pants, not caring as the fabric goes damp against his lips.

“Better make sure you’re tellin the truth.” A warm hand reaches between his legs, where his cock is feeling the side effects of the alcohol more than the rest of him, “dunno, seems like you’re fuckin with me.”

“Do not torment me, I would build a home in the tallest tree and let you cum on my wings if you would just take your pants off.”

Duck blinks at him. Indrid notices his tongue buzzing.

“Did, did I-”

“You did the” Duck clicks his tongue twice, “thing again.”

“I, ah, I guess I am more likely to speak in my native tongue when I am tipsy.”

“What were you sayin?”

“I was demanding you take your pants off.”

“I can manage that, but you gotta get out of my lap.”

He flails the blanket off, dropping to the floor with all the grace of a sack of cement.

“Careful, you get too sloppy too soon I’m gonna have to do this myself.”

“Nooo, nono” Indrid sits on his heels, swaying slightly side to side as Duck pulls his sweatpants off and tosses them away.

“Okay, you convinced me” Duck slowly strokes his cock, allowing Indrid ample time to be jealous of his hand, “knock yourself out, darlin.”

Indrid dives forward, misjudges his distance, and bonks his forehead into Duck’s knee.

“I didn’t mean literally!” Duck giggles.

The Sylph huffs, righting himself to run his tongue up his shaft. Duck moans, reclining into the cushions. Indrid busies himself with fleeting kisses and kitten licks, no plan other than to do what he likes.

A fist closes in his hair, tugging him close while Duck taps the head of his cock against Indrid’s lips, “Enough teasin, you don’t get to be all needy and demandin and not gimme what you promised.”

He opens his mouth, sucking happily as Duck moves his head this way and that by his hair. He pulls back a moment, purrs, “Love when you get like this” and then lets his cock slide across his tongue. There are songs that compare this to eating an ice cream cone, and for the first time Indrid understands what they mean; he’s blissed out and making a mess, spit and pre-cum dripping on his lips and fingers. He’s not sucking as precisely as he usually does, but Duck doesn’t seem to mind.

“That’s it sugar, fuck I love your fuckin mouth, love seein’ you all relaxed and hornier than a, a, a thing that’s got horns.”

He snickers, rubs his thighs together to try and relieve the pressure on his now-hard cock.

“Fuck, ‘Drid, fuckin–you might wanna, ohfuck.”

Indrid is too slow pulling away, so half the cum hits his tongue while the rest spurts across his mouth and chin. He looks up just as Duck recovers his breath. A strong hand holds his chin, wiping droplets away as he does.

“Lookit you, made a goddamn mess of yourself just ‘cause you wanted my dick.”

“I don’t care, it was worth it.”

“I’ll say. C’mon, let’s take this to bed.”

“No, I like having the movie on in the background.”

Duck laughs, “Okay, then take your pants off and stay on the floor.”

Indrid obeys, chirring in annoyance when his left leg gets caught in his cuff. When Duck returns, he tosses him the lube (which hits the floor) and a condom (which he tries to catch and bats away instead).

“Get yourself ready for me, sugar. Uh uh, stay on the floor and face that way.” He indicates the screen and Indrid turns.

“But I want to look at you.”

“Thought you wanted to watch the movie.”

“I want to hear it, oof!” He cackles as Duck gently tips him forward with his foot.

“Yeah, well, I wanna watch you open your cute ass up, so get to it. Wait, hang on” Duck grabs a pillow, joining him on the floor for a moment so he can tuck it under Indrid’s head.

He gets the condom on his finger, spills lube over his hand and rests his cheek on the cushion. His cock drips on the rug as lube drips down his thighs as he works the first and second fingers in as fast as his body will allow. As he’s pushing in the third, the sound of Duck stroking himself mingles with the wet sounds of his fingers fucking him.

“Close enough.” He pulls his hand free, tosses the condom away and turns. Duck’s shirtless now too, and Indrid cannot wobble-climb his way into his lap fast enough, smearing lube across his chest as he plays with his pecs.

“Now you’re makin a mess of me too?”

Indrid whines, stilling his hands.

Duck sets one hand on top of each of them, guiding Indrid to rub up and down his sides, “I don’t mind, darlin. Nice to feel appreciated.”

“I do. You’re so very wonderful. Oh, oh especially that part of you.” He moans as Duck pushes his cock inside, lets his own body sink down until his boyfriend bottoms out.

“Fuck, gotta say, you being all relaxed makes you real easy to fuck. C’mon, needy thing, show me how much you want it.”

Indrid does his best, but whenever he builds up a decent rhythm he starts getting dizzy. He pouts, settles on grinding in Duck’s lap instead.

Duck shakes his head, kisses him as gentle tease enters his voice, “Guess I gotta do this myself.”

“Ah! Ahnnngodyes.” He throws his arms around Duck’s shoulders as the ranger easily bounces him up and down. Thank goodness for strange powers.

“You’re so fuckin loose and easy like this, oughta keep you this way all the time so I can just slide my dick in whenever I want.”

He trills as Duck adds force to his thrusts, manages to drop a hand between them and frantically stroke his cock. He knows he’s babbling Duck’s name over and over, though he can’t say what language it’s in. He cums staggeringly fast all over both their bellies, Duck slapping his ass once and telling him he’d better clean that up when Duck is done.

“Yes, yesyesofcourse.” He holds tight, hiding his face in Duck’s shoulder, “I’ll be good, be anything you like, ahhhnn.”

“Course you will, because you know I’ll take care of you when you’re too much of a mess to do it yourself.”

“Yes.”

“Gonna make more of a mess of you first though, fuck, fuckyes, yeah, fuck, ‘Drid.” He cums deep, pulls out as he’s still pulsing so some splatters on Indrid’s ass. As they cling to each other, Duck reaches to the side, turning off the DVD menu bouncing around the screen. Indrid glances at it; in the darkened surface, he can see they’re equally mussed.

“Need anythin, darlin?” Duck kisses his cheek and rubs his back.

“Bath. Now that I’m not so wound up, I don’t like being this sticky.”

Duck scoops him up and carries him to the bathroom, the Sylph hanging off him as he fills the tub with hot water and pineapple scented bubbles. By the time they’re scrubbed clean and dried off, Indrid’s head is beginning to clear.

“Duck?” He tugs the covers up around them as the ranger curls up in his arms, “thank you for doing that. For indulging me when I was a bit, ah, messy.”

“Any time, darlin.” Duck rests his head on his chest, “and thanks for trustin me enough to be with me when you’re like that.”

“That trust was well earned.” Indrid kisses him, “and I love you so very much.”

“Love you too, sugar.”

[fluffyseapancakes]

95 Peter Parker x Reader. Reader hates Halloween so Peter decides to use some... laughable tactics to persuade them to go trick or treating with him! Thank you!

I love this prompt! Thank you!

I usually don’t write romance fics but I felt like this was perfect for a little peterxreader shipping. This was so cute to write, thanks! 

Prompt: “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

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“What…the hell is that,” you crinkled your nose as your eyes landed on a hideous leather jacket with an off-the-shoulder black shirt underneath and skinny black pants all laid out on the floor of the Avengers tower living room.

“It’s Halloween Y/N!” Peter grinned and motioned towards his own outfit: a similar leather jacket, white shirt, jeans, and black Converse. His hair was styled like the 80’s and you could see the gel shining in his locks.

“Yeah and..?” You crossed your arms and surveyed the outfit on the floor, “If you’re going to make me dress up, I’m not doing it.”

Peter’s face dropped, “Oh come on Y/N! Everyone else are doing pair costumes and I really want to match with you!”

“We’re too old to trick-or-treat,” you groaned, you were starting to feel guilty but you stood your ground, “have I mentioned I fucking hate Halloween?”

“Mr. Stark said we got invited to some cool parties. And Y/N, Halloween’s like the best holiday ever! We can dress up as anything we want to, we get candy, and we can pretend to be someone else for a night,” Peter put on his puppy dog eyes and gazed at you with a sad look, “I’ve always wanted a friend to dress up with…I guess that’ll never happen for me…”

“Oh Christ,” you rubbed the bridge of your nose and sighed, “fine, I’ll dress up with you. But question, what the hell is this costume?”

Peter’s face immediately brightened up, resembling a young boy that was told he was getting a puppy, “It’s Sandy and Danny from Grease! You must’ve seen the movie before.”

He pursed his lips when he saw the blank look on your face.

“You know, Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta? Like the most iconic movie of all time?”

You shook your head with a smile, “Whatever, is she at least cool?”

Peter laughed and nodded, “She’s a badass. Y/N if you don’t mind me asking, why don’t you like Halloween?”

“No good reason honestly, I guess we see and fight real monsters all the time and I would rather not see them when I’m taking a break. I get the fun out of dressing up and getting candy, but I feel like it’s not for me,” you shrugged, “girls my age dress up in flirty costumes and it looks fun to let go for a night, but I don’t have the guts to do that.”

Peter listened carefully and thought for a moment, you realized how tall he had gotten in the last couple of months and you were slightly bitter that he was nearly a head taller than you when you were almost a year older than him.

“You need to trick-or-treat,” he finally said. You raised your eyebrow and looked at him with confusion.

“What does that mean?”

“You said you’re not sure about doing Halloween stuff like dressing up and partying, so you need to start at the basics: Trick-or-treat,” he explained.

“Pete…I can’t trick-or-treat when I’m almost 17,” you groaned, “I’ll look like an idiot standing next to toddlers.”

“Sure you can, trick-or-treat?”

“What?”

“Choose one, trick-or-treat?”

“Peter if this is one of your games…,” you looked at him suspiciously, he had his usual dopey smile on his face and he looked weirdly mature in the costume. You always saw him as a kid or little brother and right now he was a young adult.

“It’s not Y/N, I want to help you with this,” he pouted.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, “I choose trick.”

Before you could even react, Peter tackled you down on the floor and pinned down your arms with his knees. He gently placed his hands on your belly and gave you a cheeky grin.

“What the hell!” You tried to squirm free but he straddled your hips and kept you from escaping, “You said this will help me!”

“It will Y/N,” Peter grinned, “you don’t like feeling scared and anxious because of Halloween costumes right? Well if you associate laughter with costumes, maybe you’ll like them better!”

You stared at him for a minute, slowly processing his explanation.

“That…makes absolutely no sense,” you tried to buck him off but he stayed planted on your hips.

“I know,” he gave you a shit eating grin, “I just wanted an excuse to do this.” Suddenly, his hand dug into your belly and the other hand squeezed your rib cage. You shrieked in surprise and bucked, head thrown back into hysterical laughter.

“Y-You ass!” You managed to scream out, laughing even more as he vibrated his fingers into your lower belly and squeezed the tops of your thighs.

“Say that you love Halloween and I’ll stop,” he laughed, slowly counting each individual rib and digging into your hipbones. His tickling was all over the place and the suspense of not knowing where he was attacking next made all of this even more unbearable. One minute he was blowing raspberries into your neck and the next he was digging into your sides mercilessly. Peter was often the victim of tickle attacks and you’ve never seen him actually retaliate, and now you realized you severely underestimated your best friend’s capabilities. Where the hell did he learn to tickle like this? You thought as a loud squeal escaped from your mouth, Peter had dipped his finger into your bellybutton and gently dug in, sending ticklish pulses up your spine and down to your toes. If it was anyone else tickling you, you would’ve lasted much, much longer, but Peter was damn near breaking you and it hasn’t even been 10 minutes.

“I-I love H-Hallowe-en!” You barely managed to scream out, large chunks of hair was covering your face and you panted for breath as he pulled back on his attack. “Wasn’t so bad now was it?” Peter said smugly, soothing your hair back into its normal state and laughing as you tried to get your breath back. He lifted his knees so you could move your hands, you quickly wiped tears of laughter out of your eyes and finally started to calm down.

“What was the treat?” You asked nervously, bracing yourself for another tickle attack.

You noticed a faint pink blush spread across Peter’s cheeks and nervously he ducked his head closer to yours.

“This.”

He planted a gentle and tentative kiss on your lips and closing your eyes, you deepened it a little more.

Maybe Halloween isn’t so bad after all.

[fantasticwritingandwheretoreadit]

I Think I’m in Love With My Tutor  (Newt x Ravenclaw!Reader)

**Not my gif**

Request:  Heyyyy!!!! First ilysm, second, can you do a newt x ravenclaw! reader and she is forced to tutor him for his bad subjects but they end up liking each other!! FLUFFY PLZTAHNK YOU - @just-a-bit-odd

THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I’VE WRITTEN AT 1777 WORDS AND I LOVE IT TO PIECES I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF AND I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE IT AS WELL

You were Y/N L/N, one of the brightest Ravenclaws at Hogwarts.  The top in all your classes and well-liked by your teachers and peers.

It was the end of your potions class.  You neatly tucked your book and quills into your bag and were on your way out the door, but your professor stopped you.

“Miss L/N?”

“Yes, professor?”

“It appears one of my Hufflepuff students has been struggling with his work.  If he fails my class, he’ll have to take it again.”

“And what do you need me for?” you questioned.

“Since you’re one of the best students, I figured you could tutor him.  I’ll gladly give you some extra credit for it, though I’m sure you don’t need it.

“Lovely.  Who is this boy?”

“Newt Scamander.”

Your mind starting racing.  Oh Merlin.  The adorable Hufflepuff with the freckles and always smells like cinnamon but no one knows why?  The one that loves nothing more than magical beasts and creatures?

“Miss L/N?”

You snapped out of your daze.  “What?  Oh--uh--yes, of course I’ll tutor him.”

“Thank you.  He tends to daydream during class.  Once he nearly dropped his baby bowtruckle… oh what’s its name… Stickett?  Kickett?  Something like that.  Starting tomorrow you will meet in the library an hour before dinner,” your professor finished.  

You nodded.  “I won’t let you down, professor.  But there is one more thing I need.”

“And what is that?”

“Could you write me a late pass?”

**Time skip to next day**

Your potions books were neatly stacked in your arms as you quickly made your way to the library.  You were very eager to see Newt, even though you were pretty sure he had never heard of you.

You are not going to make a fool out of yourself, Y/N!  You thought to yourself.

You kicked open the library door since you were holding books, which earned you a lovely “SHH!” and a stern glare from Madam Pince.  You flinched and mouthed a quick “sorry” and walked behind a bookshelf out of her sight to the table where you saw Newt sitting.  He appeared to be talking quietly to a tiny, green stick-like creature.

You set your books down, causing him to rapidly look up and the creature to scramble and bury himself in Newt’s breast pocket.

“O-oh, hello.  I didn’t see you there,” Newt said.

You smiled.  “I’m sorry I startled you and your… uh...  pet?”

Newt cocked his head and then realized what you were talking about.  “Oh!  That’s Pickett, my bowtruckle.  He has some attachment issues.”  Pickett popped his head out of Newt’s pocket at the sound of his name.  

“He’s quite adorable,” you replied, observing the bowtruckle.

The little bowtruckle made a tiny squeaking noise as to say “thank you.”

Newt smiled in the cutest, dorkiest way possible.  No one had ever complimented his creatures before.  “He likes you.”

“I would hope so,” you said.  “Now let’s get started on your studies, Newt.”

Newt all of a sudden flushed a deep shade of red.  “Uh… what if I told you I didn’t know your name…?”

You chuckled.  “No need to be embarrassed.  It’s Y/N L/N.”

“That’s very pretty…,” he whispered under his breath thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“What?  Did you say my name is pretty?”

Newt’s eyes got unbelievably large and his cheeks unbelievably pink.  “What?  Oh--uh--no!  I mean it is--but--!”

You cut him off with a giggle.  “It’s fine!  Don’t beat yourself up.”

Newt looked utterly relieved.

“So, shall we begin?”

**

You spent the next hour going over potion basics with Newt.

“Okay.  How long does it take to brew polyjuice potion?”

Newt knit his eyebrows.  “Isn’t it… ten minutes to twelve hours?” Newt answered

sounding unsure.

“Well… you’re close.  That’s how long the effects last.  To brew the actual potion takes one month,” you corrected in a kind tone.

“Sorry… potions has never been my best subject.”

“Don’t apologize.  Care of magical creatures has never been my best subject,” you said, trying to make him feel better.  “But I need to know this in order to help you learn.  Do you really just not understand potions at all or do you just not pay attention?”

Newt thought for a moment and then turned a light shade of crimson.  “I guess a bit of both…?”

Hearing this, Pickett popped out of his pocket and whacked Newt’s face with his slim, green twig-like arm before ducking back down.

“Newt.” You spoke in a stern tone.

He sighed.  “Fine!  I don’t pay attention… it’s not interesting to me.”

You nodded.  “I understand, but it’s important if you want to pass your N.E.W.T.S. and graduate.  It’d be kind of sad if you fail a test that literally has your name in it.  But that’s why I’m here, to make sure you ace it.”  You glanced at the dusty old clock on the wall.  It was time for dinner.  “Well, we ought to get going to the Great Hall.  Same time tomorrow?”

Newt nodded.  “Yes.  Thank you, Y/N.  For tutoring an idiot like me.”

“Newt!  Don’t say that to yourself.  By the time N.E.W.T.S. roll around, you’ll be a pro with potions.”

You closed your books, picked them up, and went on your way to the Great Hall.

Newt stayed seated, thinking.  When the professor told me I was being assigned a tutor, I didn’t expect it to be the lovely Ravenclaw girl that sits in front of me in Charms.  I wonder if she sees me the same way… Oh, Newton, what are you thinking?  This is just charity work.

**

The same time for the next two weeks, you met Newt in the library to read from your books and quiz Newt’s knowledge on potions.  But today you wanted more hands-on with potions.  You asked your professor if you could use the potions for what was next in your book: amortentia.  Your professor trusted you and granted you permission as long as you or Newt didn’t drink it and got rid of the extremely powerful love potion straight after.  Of course you accepted the rules; you would never use a potion to win someone’s heart.  You would hate knowing that someone loved you only because you drugged them.

The professor informed Newt of this location change during his class.

**Time skip**

You were patiently waiting in the potions room alone, standing beside a cauldron.  Originally you were going to get there early and have all the ingredients laying out and ready to be used, but you decided to leave that to Newt.  After all, he had to learn somehow.

After five minutes, Newt came stumbling through the door, panting.

“S-so sorry I’m late,” he panted.  “There was a--uh--incident, in the forest.”

You chuckled at how cute he looked.  “No worries.  Anywho, today I’ll be teaching you about amortentia.  You know what that is, right?”

He nodded.  “An extremely powerful love potion.”

You smiled.  “Correct.  Are you familiar with the ingredients?”

“Uh… I think I know two.  Ashwinder eggs and… peppermint?”

“You’re right.”  Newt grinned when he heard this.  “The others are rose thorns, powdered moonstone, and a pearl dust.  Now, would you please get them from the shelves?”  

Being a wizard and all, Newt whipped out his wand and accio-ed all the ingredients to him which he then placed on the table in a neat, orderly line.

You clapped your hands together.  “Wonderful!”  You grabbed one of your potions books and flipped the amortentia page and lay it out for Newt to see.  “I’m not going to help you brew it.”  

Newt’s face dropped a bit.

“However, I will let you know if you’re doing something wrong that could result in the deaths of both of us.  Got it?”

“Y-yes,” Newt answered, tad worried.

“Then go ahead get started.”

Surprisingly (but not so surprisingly since you’re the best tutor ever), Newt did everything right.  The amount of each ingredient was correct, and he stirred them in the correct way, counterclockwise.  Once he was finished, the potion was shiny and steam lifted in a spiral shape.

Newt set the ladle down.  “Did I do it right?”

You nodded and smiled.  “Perfectly!”  You leaned over the cauldron and inhales it’s scent.  “Hmm… F/S, F/S, and… huh… I can’t make out that last one… What does it smell like to you?”

Newt sniffed the potion.  “Clean wool, cocoa… and...,”  His eyes got large.

You looked at Newt with concern.  “Is something wrong?  What is it?”

Newt turned his gaze to the floor.  “Your hair…,” he whispered, nearly inaudible.

You blushed.  “It smells like my hair?” you said quietly.  Your mind was racing.  MERLIN I’m something he loves!!!

“Yes…” Newt replied just as quiet as last time.

You gently put a finger under his chin and tilted it up to look you in the eyes.  “That’s okay… because my third smell was your hair.”

Newt blushed immensely.  Pickett suddenly appeared out of his pocket and squeaked.  

What happened next was something you’d never thought Newt Scamander would do in a million years.  

Newt quickly leaned in and kissed you.  It only lasted a second before he pulled away to

look at you in complete silence.  But then you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another kiss, this one longer and full of passion.  Newt’s hands feebly found there way to your waist (aw he’s such a cute muffin) while yours tangled themselves in his light brown curls.

When you had to pull away for air, you were all smiles.

“Y/N, you probably already realized this but… I love you,” Newt said.

“You should have seen me when I was told I was going to get to tutor you… I love you too, Newt.”

Pickett popped out again and made a mad squeaking noise.

You giggled.  “You too, Pickett.”

Newt looked at the clock.  “We’re five minutes late for dinner, we should get going.  I assume tomorrow’s session will be more… interesting?”

You raised your eyebrows and laughed.  “Wow, Newt.  And I thought you were innocent!  You go ahead to the Great Hall, I need to get rid of this amortentia.”

Instead of walking out the door, Newt came around behind you and wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on your head.  “I’m not leaving without you.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet.”

“And the Slytherins said I could never get a girlfriend,” he said and kissed your head.

You leaned back into his embrace.“Well, we’ll show them, won’t we?”

“Am I allowed to carry you to the Great Hall?”

AHH I hope you enjoyed it just as much as I do!  Please let me know what you thought of it!

[writernotwaiting]

I’m going to Deadwood this weekend to a poetry reading. Help me choose what to read.

Ruby Slippers (1) Ruby Slippers (2) — Every woman needs a pair of red shoes

If Dante Was a Tourist — And Virgil his tour guide

Half Dozen One Way, Six the Other — A life on a doorsill

Di/vi/ding /up/ the / day — Here is a list of things to do

Cozy, but Slightly Scratchy — The world like a woolen lover

Mother Love — Look

Penelope and Odysseus — So many years ago

Domestic Zen — All the world, like a woolen lover

Verse Epistle 1 — You love pomegranates

Newton’s First Law — (Just     keep     breathing)

What My Mother Taught Me — Tracking his progress was simple

Visiting Nana’s House — Over here, / she bent double

At an Impasse — The last time I spoke to God

Perspective — Sometimes something matters so much

Potential Energy — It was / an abyss

Negotiations — The red-haired man hands me a glass of Irish Cream

Verse Epistle 2 — It’s not that I don’t love our little talks

Verse Epistle 3 (Dear Reader) — When you read poetry

Definitions — I wonder if the kind of love we’ve found is love at all

Sirius Business — I live my life being judged by dogs

Taking Care of Business — Outside, / big fat snowflakes come straight from God

Ars Poetica — She reached into her word hoard

Knowledge Is Water Soluble — It comes out in tears

Just Testing — just a little blood

Epigram — When I walk in winter

The World Is Full of Bad Jokes — Whimsey with a lead feather

Of Marriage and Comfort Food – You’ll need to find a sturdy iron pot

Verse Epistle IV – You are sharp shiny flashing

Power Play – They / play solitaire / in the bathroom

Verse Epistle V (to Pilgrim) – I don’t even know where to send this

What My Father Taught Me – He is the loudest-quietest man I’ve ever met.

Verse Epistle VI (So, This Is What Today Is Like) – The stars were not as bright as they should have been that night

Verse Epistle VII – You’re such an easy mark

Verse Epistle VIII (Actively Useless) – We are swimming through / the kind of air you could drown in

Verse Epistle IX (Hungover) – I am erasing you,

In Second Childishness – The tv talks to an empty room

Verse Epistle X (to Erato) – Teach me how to write about happy things.

Verse Epistle XI – Lying in the dark

Verse Epistle (Lovely but broken) – Desdemona excelled nature.

Preservable Ephemera – The shoulder rolls just a little.

Speeding – The car horn blared deep and long and obnoxious

Pentel Clic Eraser – Technical specs

Supplications – “I’m not poetic at all.”

Cassandra – In / spiring

More than a Teapot – I am an ocean

Verse Epistle (to the Silver Child) – The best bed must have been a big four poster

Legacies - You were not born with a silver spoon

Forecast – If it keeps raining like this

Ephemera – a prose poem or flash fiction one of the two

Rosetta Stone – write your life on me

TMI – If I look

Home on the Range – On a clear day

Doing the Math – I have covered half the distance

Diminuendo – I am erasing you

It’s not about tears  I’m thinking about ducks

Kitsune in Orlando – fox is a trickster

Both hello and goodbye – at 16 true love is a sure bet

Iris – a process – “Move that chess piece.”

Spit Shine – My mother took a kleenex

Pronouns – It doesn’t matter

“Emotional Labor” – You have learned their speeches

“Kitchen Magic” – Mom does long / division

“Let’s Review” – failing. / failing at school.

“Ever After” – Once upon a time

“Played” – *press pause*

“Breathe Deep” – A long. slow. pull.on that cigarette

“Riding your Triumph” – I am a thief.

“The owl and the pussycat are still sailing” – The cat slinks over the couch

“In my wake” – Don’t lie to me. lie / about me.

“On the face of it” – Write your life on me.

“Half of forever is still forever” – Split infinity audio file of the author reading the poem – X

“Pandora’s Box” – You were born

“It’s what’s for breakfast” – She’ll never get used to it.

“After the flood” – You have been holding your breath

“A ghost of my former self” – This is my ode to/useless things

“Lysbeth Louise” – Here is what I have left of you

@pedeka @icybluepenguin @incredifishface @ache-and-hunger @darklittlestories @iamhisgloriouspurpose @anastasiaoftheironwood @larouau12 @sarabeth72 @angelsseb @damageditem @indomitablemegnolia @laterovaries-og @catedevalois @thejeanetterun @martinssonconstruction @rynfinity @izhunny @musicfashionandscotch @acebakes

[inkstainedfanfics]

A Lost Memory

Summary: Newt deals with a loss he believes he can never recover from with firewhiskey.

Request: "I would like angst and angst and tear my heart apart and smash it into the gutters. Regrets and tears and mistakes were made "I never want to see you again" HURT ME"

Word Count: 3,407

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @red-roses-and-stories (I hope this broke your heart enough) but also tagging @caseoffics @dont-give-a-bother @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly--canthrope @benniesgalaxy @thosefantasticbeast2

You run your hand down Newt’s bicep, popping up onto your toes to rest your chin on his shoulder and peer over him to the papers in front of him. “Whatcha doing, babe?”

“Studying the reactive tendencies of various…” he trails off, brow furrowing as the liquid in front of him turns a deep violet shade. “Well, that hardly seems right.”

You giggle and fall back to give him space. “Be careful you don’t let Pickett fall in.”

Newt scarcely appears to process your words, giving you a distracted “hmm” in response.

You roll your eyes and slide under his arm as he scribbles something onto a note. Extending your arm, you let Pickett hop onto your hand. He squeaks away as you draw him to your side.

“Come on, Pickett, we’ll go make supper so someone here doesn’t let us all starve.”

Newt’s eyes crinkle with his smile as he glances up at you. “And who did you say exaggerates the most this morning?”

You stick your tongue out. “I still think you do it more often.”

Newt watches you whisper to Pickett as you walk out, and before he returns to his work, he checks the drawer to make sure the box is still there.

Thunder rumbles, a heavy roll that rattles the rack of vials on the table.

Newt slams a tall bottle against the wooden counter in response.

He runs a hand through his hair, staring at the tiny glass on the table. The world’s wobbly in front of him, everything a smidge unsettled. He runs a hand over his face. The room reeks of alcohol, rotting food, and burning paper, but he barely registers the stench anymore. It’s as much on him as it is on the walls. You would never stand for this.

The thought bites. A pain he can’t control crawls up his throat and forms a thick knot he can’t swallow, choking him.

He chases it back down with a shot of firewhiskey.

Rain pounds into the dirt just outside the tiny shack, an effect of a storm that has been ravaging the case for weeks now. Newt hardly even notices the quaking building or the spilled ingredients for his elixirs. He can barely tell the difference between the ground shaking and his own shaking.

Another boom of thunder has a stack of books toppling into Newt’s lap.

“Newt, darling, have you seen my book? I could have sworn I left it on top of the dresser.” You stand in a ray of sunlight, squinting at Newt.

Newt glances up from the manuscript in front of him. “Sorry, love. I haven’t seen it.” He chuckles at your answering pout.

“Where in the world did it get to?” You mutter to yourself.

Newt chuckles once more and returns to his writing. The book needs little more to be considered complete, and he’s anxious to finish it. He spends nearly all his free time writing or working with a new creature. You mutter something else to yourself, gathering his attention again.

Newt’s heart swells with love. You’ve been so patient, so understanding of him and his job. You’d taken up the chores he misses with no complaint, been more than happy to cater to his creatures if he was occupied with another. The tip of the quill drifts to his mouth as he gets lost in his thoughts. He really couldn’t ask for anyone better, anyone more beautiful or with a better sense of humor than you, anyone that understands him more than he thinks even he understands himself sometimes.

Despite the urgency of the manuscript in front of him, Newt allows himself a peek at your confused expression as you lift a pillow. His heart stumbles at the sight as you bite your lip and place your hands on your hips, peering around the room. Bloody beautiful.

His hand instinctively drifts to his pocket, fingers grazing over the box in it.

Soon.

Newt grins and puts his quill back to paper. Very soon.

Newt lifts the bottle, examining the amber liquid in the dim light of the one lightbulb swinging above him. The others have shattered, consequences of violent reactions from two ingredients.

He hears the footsteps even over the growling thunder.

Tina flinches when she steps in as the shack’s stench strikes her.

Newt doesn’t bother to look at her.

“Newt, it’s supper time.” She says between coughs, trying to shout over the howling wind.

“Is it already so late?”

Tina brushes rain from her face, taking a breath as her perfumed wrist nears her nose. “Already?” Tina says it in a voice that indicates that she knows Newt’s aware of what time it is.

Newt clenches his jaw. Of course he knows what time it is. He always knows now. Always knows how long it has been since he found out. Who else is going to keep him on time now?

You stand in the doorway of the shack, hands on your hips and storm brewing in your eyes.

Newt gulps.

“Newton Artemis Fido Scamander.” It’s the first time you’ve used his full name.

Newt pinches the bridge of his nose, ducking his head. “Something wrong, love?”

“Is something wrong? Are you serious?”

“Erm, yes?”

A wrong answer, evidently. You huff, stomping into the room and glaring at the vial in his hand. “Do you even realize what time it is?”

Newt hazards a guess. “Just before noon?”

“It is nine thirty at night, Newt. Nine thirty. Do you know who was supposed to come over at eight tonight?”

Realization dawns on Newt just before you answer your own question.

“Your publisher. Do you know who I had to spend the last hour and a half talking with and assuring over and over that you would be here soon?”

“My publisher?”

“Good, you’re catching on.”

“I’m sorry, love.” His heart sinks. You hate being a hostess and hate lying, both of which he’d caused you to do just now. Newt sets his notes down; the breakthrough on a cure for obliviate seems far less newsworthy now.

“Sorry isn’t enough. You need to pay attention to the time.” Your anger is quickly fading at Newt’s solemn gaze, though. “What would you do if I weren’t here for you?”

A small smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. “Turn into dust and float away, if you’re to be believed.”

“Yes, well, I should be believed. I’m pretty smart.”

“You’re absolutely brilliant.”

You feel heat creeping into your cheeks. “You’d better remember that.”

“Who could forget when they win the lottery, my love?”

Newt just shrugs, hands trembling around the shot glass now. “It’s easy to lose track of time down here.”

“Newt, don’t lie to me.”

He glances at her, the shadow of a smile on his lips. “What purpose would that serve?”

“You need to eat.”

“I do.”

A plate of eggs and rotting bacon Tina brought down three days ago sits on the ground, tossed carelessly aside. Tina and Newt both look at it for a moment.

She sighs. “You’re going to die down here.”

He thins his lips. “I’ll be fine, thank you.”

“Newt—“

“Tina.” He interrupts, hands fully shaking now.

She ignores the interruption. “You need to take care of yourself. Do you really think she—“

“You have no right.” The words are quiet, a threat in themselves.

Tina persists. “You can’t let this happen. You’re better than this.”

The words are close, so close to what he used to hear and the memories are rushing back now, a catastrophic avalanche of thoughts he can’t stop, can’t end. Newt’s hands tighten around the glass and bottle he’s holding as he tries to block out the tidal wave of memories flooding him.

Tina’s footsteps pound against the floor, and she slams open the door, half falling into the room. “Newt!”

He shoves the box behind his back, snapping the top shut. “Everything all right?”

“She’s gone.” Tina’s face is red and she’s panting, not a line of amusement or composure in her face.

Newt feels his entire world stop on a dime. “Gone where?”

“Ambushed. Come on, we have to go.” Tina grabs his arm, pulling him half to his feet before apparating away with a pop. Newt’s grip loosens as he feels himself get sucked into that tube.

The ring box clatters to the ground and pops open, a small gold band rolls out and spins, spins, spins, finally falling after a minute. A heavy silence fills the room.

Tina takes a step forward, crunching broken glass underfoot. “Newt, are you all right?”

Newt clenches his jaw, heart pounding. All he can see is you, that day, with that blank stare and the cut and your words. Oh Merlin, your words.

The alcohol makes it all the more easy to fall into the sight, to smell the rancid odor of too much spilled blood and hear the way you spoke to him.

The shot glass strains in his hand, and Tina’s calls to him fade away into a distant noise.

Sweat drips from the tip of Newt’s nose and lands on his top lip, but he doesn’t brush it away as he ducks behind a shelf in the grocery store, dodging another curse.

Ambushed by fanatics. He curses Tina under his breath as he throws another spell over the boxes. She should have been paying more attention, focusing more. You could be in trouble because of her, could be dying. He stops breathing as the image hits him. You, lying motionless, not breathing, not smiling, not speaking. Just dead.

Newt shakes the thoughts from his head. You’re strong, a witch that knows how to fight. You have to be holding your own. You can’t be… He forces himself to take another breath and peer around the shelf. What matters now is finding you and getting you out of here, free from danger. Newt dives out from his hiding spot, running down the aisles, scanning them for you. Spells crack behind, breaking against cans of beans. His boots squeak against the tiled floor as he turns, rushing down another aisle.

He’s being reckless, and he knows it. Tina shouts at him as he dodges curse after curse, leaving the casters behind for the other MACUSA officers to deal with.

A spell splits open the skin on his cheek, but he just keeps sprinting down the aisles, searching for you. The smell of burnt flesh makes him gag, but he doesn’t slow down.

Newt pauses in the last aisle, legs nearly giving out in relief. Maybe you escaped, maybe you made it out. He gasps in two breaths and moves again.

He pushes a door open to a freezer room and you’re there on the ground, unmoving, a man next to you with a wand pressed against your temple.

Newt shouts his curse, a wave of rage surging through him at the sight. He sends the man reeling back, head cracking against the concrete wall. The stranger doesn’t move.

Not that Newt cares as he sprints to your side, dropping into a puddle of blood, a scream bubbling out of his mouth as his fingers press against your neck, searching desperately for a pulse, a breath, anything to prove that you’re still alive.

He sobs in relief when he finds one, a strong but rushed beat. You’re alive.

Newt kneels next to you, wand hovering over every small cut on your body. There aren’t many, thank Merlin. His hands shake and he can barely breathe when he finds a gash in your side, the one the blood covering the floor must have come from.

Newt’s pale face is the first thing Tina notices as she bursts into the room. Her own shriek echoes through the room at the sight of you unmoving on the ground, but Newt shakes his head, words trembling.

“She’s all right, just unconscious.”

She falls onto her knees next to you, “Not dead?”

Newt’s entire body shudders as he takes your hand in his. “No.”

“Oh, thank heavens.” Tina shakes her head. “I don’t know what happened. We were attacked out of nowhere, and one of them grabbed her. I couldn’t get her free, couldn’t get a clear shot on him.”

Newt thins his lips but nods. “This wasn’t your fault, Tina.”

She visibly relaxes at his sentence, letting out a breath. “The others. I have to check on the others.”

She stands, one final anxious glance at you, but leaves the room.

You stir minutes later, squeezing your eyes shut tight before finally blinking them open and gazing up at Newt.

Newt’s grip on your hand tightens as you prop yourself on one elbow. “You’re okay, love. It’s okay.”

“Where am I?”

Newt smiles a little at your confused expression. “The grocers. There was an attack, but they’re all gone now. You’re safe.”

You run a hand over your face. “What… how… what happened?”

Newt shudders in relief as he tugs you tight against him and explains. “Quite the eventful day, hmm?” The joke is weak, a fragile attempt from a fragile person. He takes a deep breath and reminds himself: you’re still here. Thank god.

You lean away from him. “Can I go?”

Newt nods. “We can go home.”

“We?”

He smiles weakly. “You plan on leaving me here?”

Your face screws up in confusion. “I’m sorry…”

Newt’s aware of Tina re-entering the room but he doesn’t turn around. “Home. The case, remember? You’re always nagging me to clean it up.”

You shake your head slowly.

Newt’s breaths quicken. “With the creatures. Frank and Clyde and Marietta. You know what I’m talking about. Even Pickett’s there right now.”

“Pickett. Who’s Pickett?”

The ground drops out from under him as he realizes the spell that must’ve been cast. The only memory spell he knows can do such extensive damage to a person, but no. He smiles gently at you, there’s no way your entire memory was wiped of him. Something, somewhere, there must be a memory remaining, a lingering bit of him that Obliviate couldn’t touch.

“The bowtruckle. A little pest sometimes, though I hear he’s more helpful in the kitchen than I.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know you. Thank you for saving my life, but I don’t… I just want to go back to my hotel room and sleep.”

Newt stops breathing. “Sorry, love, what?”

You slide away, flinching at the feel of the slick floor beneath you. “I have to go.”

Newt’s hand reaches for you and wraps gently around your wrist. “Love, where are you going?”

Your eyes flicker to Tina behind him, a mixture of fear and pleas.

Tina steps forward, resting a hand on Newt’s shoulder, her own heart breaking as she recognizes the look in your eyes too. “Newt, I don’t think she recognizes you.”

Newt desperately tries to hold his world together. “No, no that’s not possible. That isn’t-that can’t be true. We – we love each other.”

You slide further away, wrist slipping from his grasp.

Newt shakes, breaths trembling. “Love, come on. You can’t have forgotten me, can you?”

Tina gestures at you with her chin. “Get her to St. Mungo’s. See if they can recover anything.” Her voice softens as two women Newt didn’t notice before step to your side. “Newt, I’m so sorry.”

He sits there in the puddle of blood, unable to stare at anything but your gaze, a mixture of panic, fear, and utter bewilderment at his reaction. At this violent reaction you believe to be coming from a stranger.

“Maybe they know how to cure obliviate’s effects there. They’re good with maladies. I know that Queenie had to send a friend there once…” The words fade into nothing for Newt, just a background noise he can’t bring himself to care about.

Newt wonders if he’ll be sick right there as his stomach churns and a loud ringing deafens him to Tina’s words. He watches you back away from him, grabbing the arms of one of the women and clinging to her.

He’s supposed to protect you, supposed to keep you safe.

He failed, and now he’s paying the price.

You disappear with a pop, eyes wide and body shaking like Newt’s, but not a shred of recognition in your eyes.

Newt becomes aware of the glass bottle in his hand again. An urge to throw it, send it crashing and cracking open against the ground grips him. Break it. Destroy it like you destroyed him.

Newt sets the bottle down carefully, jaw clenched tight.

He won’t break it, not when he needs to start rebuilding himself.

He tunes back in to Tina’s lecture. “—two months. I know it’s hard, but you need to take care of yourself before you research anything.”

“Tina, take this and go.” He crumples a sheet of paper in his hand, shoving it at her. The world spins.

She coughs at the burning smell of firewhiskey on his breath. “What’s this?”

He slumps in his chair. “Her new address.”

Tina stares at him, lips parted in surprise. Her voice is soft again, as though she’s speaking to a child. “Newt, I’m not saying you should give up. Just give it some time. Maybe you’ll find something; a potion or a new spell.”

He shakes his head. “Stop it.”

“She isn’t gone.”

He doesn’t understand why she’s so adamant, so demanding of him to have hope until he drags his gaze up to meet hers and finds his misery reflected in her eyes. A lesser amount, sure, but the skin around them is red and puffy, a telltale sign of her own tears. He wonders for a moment if she’s right. Should he hope? Should he contact you and try it all again?

But no, that’s all bullshit. A tide of anger rises in Newt. What does she have to be angry about? Who is she to make demands of him, to instill him with a hope that is a complete lie? You’re gone. You’re bloody gone and there’s nothing either him nor Tina can do to bring you back to the person you were.

His fingers itch to grab the bottle and smash it against the table to quell the agonizing pain the hope always carries with it.

Tina’s breath catches at the unequaled grief in Newt’s bloodshot eyes. The black bags hanging under them and the stark contrast of his paled skin only emphasizes the gravity of his expression.

Tina’s voice leaps into a higher pitch. “She can’t be…” she clears her throat, next sentence more aggressive and assured. “She isn’t gone.

Newt’s voice is as flat as he can keep it as he suppresses the anger at her; it’s filled with numb pleasure he can only find in bottles of firewhiskey now. “She doesn’t recognize me, let alone remember a single thing I’ve ever said to her.” His voice breaks. “She’s gone, Tina. You need to accept that.”

“I can’t. I won’t.”

Newt shuts his eyes, picturing your face as he grabs the bottle again. “Fine. But don’t bring this up to me. She’s none of your business.” He can almost see the jab hanging in the air, and the slicing agony of Tina’s demands is fresh in his mind, so he takes it. “Not when you’re the reason she’s gone.”

Tina turns to stone at the comment. She takes three deep breaths, teeth grinding together, before smashing the ball of paper in her hands. “Fine, Newt. If you want to live in some fairytale land where she just stops existing because she doesn’t love you anymore, go ahead, but I’m sure as hell going to find her again and become her friend because we can still do that.”

“Just remember when you’re with her that you’re the reason you have to redo everything.”

Tina shrieks in frustration and storms out into the rain.

Newt sighs through his nose, a long breath that eases some of the tension in his shoulders but fails to remove the weight still tugging down his chest.

One more night.

One final night of mourning you. Newt will start rebuilding in the morning.

Thunder rumbles a final time, a long roar that sounds something close to your laugh as it rises and falls and rises again.

Newt squeezes his eyes shut and when he opens them again, Tina’s gone, you’re gone, and he’s all alone.

[andtheniwrotemarvel]

Salamander (Part 5)

Newt Era HP!Steve/Bucky/Peggy x Reader

Assumed female reader

Word Count: 1925

Yep definitely writing the rest of the movie

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

Hand in hand, you and Newt ran through the basement doors, Tina right next to you. A group of aurors suddenly blocked your path, and only just in time did you duck behind cement pillars to hide from their attacks. Once again, Newt pulled his reptilian creature from his coat. It zoomed around the pillars wreaking havoc on the aurors until it was safe to proceed again.

"Leave his brains, come on! Come on!" Newt scolded the creature as it used its proboscis to probe one of the auror's ears. It took flight once again, blocking curses and taking on more aurors.

"What is that thing?" Tina asked.

"Swooping Evil," Newt provided.

"Well, I love it!" she exclaimed.

"So do I," you agreed. "It's gorgeous." The Swooping Evil crowed loudly in response.

You dashed around a corner, only to nearly run into Jacob and a blonde woman that you didn't recognize. She was holding Newt's case, and Jacob seemed fine with her, so you decided to trust her for the time being.

"Get in!" the new woman said, gesturing to the case. One by one, everyone descended into the miraculous case, the blonde closing the case after Jacob was the last in.

You all sat quietly together for a few moments, none of you talking in fear that someone outside of the case would hear you. Tina especially needed a moment to gather herself as, after all it's not every day that someone faces certain death and lives to tell the tale.

"Do you think that Queenie can get us out of here?" Newt asked Tina. You assumed that Queenie was the blonde.

"Of course she can," Jacob answered confidently.

"My sister has gotten herself out of worse scrapes than walking around with a strange suitcase," Tina agreed.

Relaxing for the first time since Tina had walked in on MACUSA, you inquired, "So this is that suitcase you always wanted to make?"

"Yes," Newt responded, enthralled. "And it just keeps getting bigger. I'll give you the full tour when we have the time."

"I'm excited to see all of your creatures, too," you said.

"I bet that they'll love you," he said, enamored. "Pickett already does."

"Pickett?"

"The bowtruckle on your shoulder there. He doesn't like many people, so I think you've got a pretty good chance with the rest of the creatures."

"How long have you two known each other?" Tina asked.

You thought back all of those years to when you had first met Newt. Neither of you knew very many people, as you were a muggle-born and he had grown up pretty isolated. You had sat next to each other in Transfiguration one day and had been inseparable until Leta stepped in.

"Since first year at Hogwarts," Newt answered. "We were best friends up until about fourth or fifth year, wouldn't you say, (Y/N)?"

"That sounds about right, yes," you agreed. "And even until we got kicked out of school together, we were still friends, even if we weren't as close."

"I would have pegged you two as a couple," Jacob said.

"A couple?" you chuckled. "No, the most romantic thing we ever did was ditching Transfiguration together on the day that we got kicked out. What made you think that?"

"The way you two act around each other reminds me a little bit of my grandparents, is all," Jacob shrugged. "I didn't mean anything by it."

"It's alright," Newt said. "We might well have been a couple if I hadn't ruined it."

"Oh, come on, now, don't take all the credit. You know that I don't blame you for anything," you stated.

"Just because you don't doesn't mean that I don't," Newt reminded you.

"Newton Scamander, not everything is your fault, alright? Take a step back and breathe."

"Your full name is Newton?" Jacob asked. "Newt just fits you so well that I didn't think it could be short for anything."

"Well, technically speaking, my full name is Newton Artemis Fido Scamander, but Newt has suited me rather well, yes," Newt answered.

Not much time passed before Queenie opened the top of the suitcase. "You're all safe to come out now. I've found us a nice spot that no one'll think to look," she said cheerfully.

Tina was the first one out, quickly followed by Jacob. You and Newt stood awkwardly next to each other for a second, waiting for the other to go up first. When neither of you moved, both of you took a step forward, nearly running into each other, then stepped back.

"If you two want a moment alone, you can have one," Queenie suggested. "You just come on up when you're ready."

"We'd like that very much, thank you," Newt accepted. Queenie let out a knowing giggle, then closed the case for you.

Newt wasted no time in apologizing to you. "I'm sorry if what I did down there made you feel uncomfortable in any way. I just thought that just in case escaping didn't work out, I would be able to die knowing that I had...well..." he met your eyes briefly before returning his gaze to the ground. "I really liked you back at Hogwarts, but I never said anything because I thought that you hated me because of Leta. I suppose that it's childish of me to hold onto a crush for so long and--" Newt was forced to stop as you placed your index finger on his lips.

"You don't need to apologize, okay? I've held onto a crush for a long time, too, so if it's childish, we can at least be childish together," you said. Newt didn't say anything, but you knew that he caught onto what you meant by the way his eyes widened. "If escaping hadn't worked out, I would have been able to die, too, knowing that you felt the same way about me that I did about you."

"Would you mind if...if I did it again?" he asked you, beginning to blush.

"I wouldn't mind at all."

The second kiss was even more perfect than the first, especially considering that there weren't two executioners pulling you away from each other or restraints on your arms. It lasted as long as it needed to, and even with all of the chaos around, you knew that this was happening exactly when it needed to.

"Do you think that we should go up?" Newt asked timidly after you broke apart.

"Probably. We need to find that last creature as soon as we can, plus that Obscurus shouldn't be left alone for much longer, either," you said.

"Let's gather our resources, then," he agreed.

You came out onto a rooftop overlooking all of New York. In all of the months that you had been in the city, you had never bothered to fine a decent view of it, a decision that you now questioned. You and Newt stepped onto a ledge, fingers intertwined, then Pickett chirped and hopped from you onto Newt's shoulder.

"I think he thinks you're a tree," you giggled.

"Why would you think that?"

"You're tall, thin, you've got branches and a big cluster of thin, soft leaves on top of your head. He practically lives on you, and bowtruckles live in trees."

"I suppose that's a fair argument," he acknowledged.

Tina stepped up onto the ledge next to you. Now it was time for business.

"What've we got?" you asked.

"Graves always insisted that the disturbances were caused by a beast," she stated. "We need to catch all your creatures so he can't keep using them as a scapegoat."

"That sounds like a good plan," you nodded. "Newt, how many do we have left?"

"There's only one still missing," he said. "Dougal, my Demiguise."

"Dougal?" Tina smirked.

"A Demiguise?" you asked incredulously. This was going to be much harder than you thought.

"Yes, a Demiguise. See, Tina, the slight problem is that...um, he's invisible," Newt sighed.

"For Merlin's sake," you muttered.

Tina smiled at the ridiculous prospect she was facing. "Invisible?"

"Yes--most of the time...he does...um..." he trailed off.

"How do you catch something that--" Tina began.

"With immense difficulty," Newt cut her off, a nervous smile beginning to show.

"Oh..." Tina mumbled.

"Merlin," you reiterated.

"Gnarlak!" she shouted suddenly.

"Pardon?" you asked.

"Excuse me?" Newt questioned, taken aback.

"Gnarlak--he was an informant of mine when I was an auror!" she explained excitedly. "He used to trade in magical creatures on the side--"

"He wouldn't happen to have an interest in paw prints, would he?" Newt queried.

"He's interested in anything he can sell."

"Where do we find him?" you asked.

"The Blind Pig. Have you been there?" Tina checked. "It's not the safest place in the city, but that's where you end up finding the best information."

"I've been there a couple of times," you said. "Now, please don't take this the wrong way, but I really need to check on my friend Peggy. I'm not trying to--"

"Do you think she'd want to come with us?" Newt asked before you could say what you weren't trying to do.

"Peggy? I'm going to have to warn you, she's not the same as when you last saw her. Everything you probably remember about her disappeared with Steve," you said. "She probably needs something like this, though. I'll meet you at The Blind Pig, alright?"

"Sounds like a plan," Tina nodded.

You apparated just outside of your apartment and knocked on the door. For precautions since the disappearances of your best friends, several protective charms had been placed around your apartment, including a few that prevented apparition into your home.

"Peggy?" you called into the apartment. No response. "Peggy, I need you to open the door for me. I forgot my keys again."

After a few minutes, she came and opened the door, offering you a melancholy smile. "I was wondering when you would come back. Was today as boring as usual?" she inquired. "I just started some tea, by the way."

"Today was actually much more exciting than I expected," you shrugged, shutting the apartment door behind you. "I got the opportunity to shout at Madam Picquery and the rest of MACUSA, including Percival Graves--"

"He's had it coming to him for a very long time."

"Right you are. Then, I got arrested--"

"What?"

"And sentenced to death--"

"(Y/N)!"

"But then I escaped. It all turned out fine."

"Why were you arrested and sentenced to death?" Peggy asked. "Are you a fugitive now?"

"Ah, there is one thing I forgot to mention. Newt Scamander decided to pop in."

"Why do I have the feeling that this is going to take much longer to explain than we have time for?" she sighed.

"Oh, don't worry, it won't take that much time." You gave her the short version of your tale, leaving out the budding romance between you and your old friend.

"I should be scolding you for not holding your tongue when you need to, but I'm actually very proud of you," Peggy commended you.

"Are you feeling up to joining us on our little adventure?" you asked cautiously.

She looked unsure, wanting to stay at your apartment safe and sound, but also wanting to do something that reminded her of the last few years when she had been actively involved in the war with you, Bucky, and Steve. "I suppose that it would be good for me," she agreed hesitantly. "Just like the good old days, right?"

"Exactly," you nodded. "Let's get ourselves ready to go out, shall we?"

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[fiddlesticksimagines]

Unfinished sketches

Newt x artist reader

Newt has a perfect saturday planed In the forbidden forest, until he stumbles across you.

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   Newt awoke to the early morning sun, shining through the crack in the curtains of his four poster bed. Stretching, and flinging the patchwork quilt back, he almost leapt out of bed, grabbing a change of clothes and his wash bag, he quickly got ready for the perfect Saturday he had planned.

Pulling his rain boots on before hurrying to the nearly empty great hall, where he had a quick slurp of tea and a slice of toast, before he stood to leave he grabbed a handful of toast for the giant squid.

Newt walked briskly through the corridors, desperate to get outside and take his first breath of fresh, spring air.

Newt slowed to stroll once he pushed open the heavy ornately carved door to the grounds. Morning due still clung to the emerald grass, the sun making the drops sparkle like diamonds.

Newt tossed a slice of toast into the lake, a large Tentacle emerged from the seemingly black water, scooping up the snack and dragging it down to the waters inky depths.

A fond smile on his face, newt carried on down the worn dirt path, and to the edge of the thick forest, where countless magical creatures called home.

Stepping carefully so as not to disturb anybody. Coming to a clearing, newt spotted a girl perched on a large rock, sketch book in hand, pencil flying furiously across the page, a slight furrow of concentration on her brow. She was rather pretty, newt thought, looking utterly at home among the trees, rays of sun shining through the leaves, and onto her, giving her an almost other worldly glow.

A fairy was posing opposite her, looking over its shoulder, so the girl could get every detail of the creatures delicate insect Like wings.   

Newt crept into the clearing, unfortunately he wasn’t as stealthy or graceful as he was in his head. His rain boot rustling the leaf littered forest floor, startling the fairy, disappointment clear on the girls pretty face, as the creature fluttered away.

Newt leant sideways, in front of the saddened girl, ‘excuse me, hello, I  can show where the fairies habitat, if you like?’ newt offered, finding his courage. The girl looked up at him with nothing short of wonder, ‘your, your Newton Scamander?’ she asked, slightly taken off guard, newt only nodded. “professor grubblyplank suggested I speak to you, I think she was getting tired of my questions.’ Newt chuckled ‘but I would love to see the fairy habitat, if it's not too much trouble.’ She added, getting to her feet and bundling up her things.

A broad grin creeping onto newts cheeks, as the pair of you walked through the forest, chatting about classes, creatures and y/n art, which she had promised to show him. Ducking under branches, and stepping over logs, offering each other assistance when required.

Newt pushed up a thin leafy branch, for y/n to duck under,  before he guided her to a tree, where he knew a group of fairies called home.

Y/n peeked into the hollow of the tree, observing the creatures, the brightest of smiles gracing her beautiful face, her eyes full of excitement as she looked back to newt.

“oh this is wonderful.’

  Have a great day and be safe