#ive noticed this before but i wonder if the fanatic is going to be important in the future?

[dulciechi]

tumblr finally told me “girl stfu”

The cave is narrower than they expect, barely big enough to fit a giant god like Kallamar. And it is dark beyond measure. No light from the distant sun reaches here. Only their own fire illuminates the cave walls, ignoring the shift in pressure as they dive deeper and deeper. There is no colorful coral, no kelp reaching for the light, not even tiny mindless fish. In this place, there’s only darkness and cold seawater. It seeps into their wool and grinds salt into their skin. The faster they get out of here, the better. After what feels like at least half an hour of swimming, the cave mouth widens into a strange stone antechamber. Two giant doors loom above them, their stone etched with runes and glyphs. Their pulse quickens. This is it. Kallamar’s secret Vault.

[sweatersarecomfyy]

I Can’t Sleep - A Newtina Fanfic

Summary: Newt and Tina can only get a good night’s rest when they are in each-others’s presence

Warnings: Lot’s of cute fluff. Crimes of Grindelwald spoilers.

Word count: 1,500

A/N: First Newtina fanfic. I had a lot of fun writing it. Let me know your thoughts if you wish.

Unbeknownst to the both of them, Tina and Newt were wide awake, neither had a peaceful rest in days. Newt’s thoughts turned to the two-missing people from his life. Leta, although no longer a love interest, was still beloved even in death. His brother was beside himself and he didn’t know how to help. He also worried for Queenie, and Tina. He knew how important they were to each-other. And they were both his friends. Friends were rare for him, and now all of them were in danger. Tina felt guilt and desperation whenever she though of Queenie. All these thoughts coupled with the fact that Grindelwald was now at large deterred them from a healthy sleeping schedule.

Romance was at the back of their minds now, but it was still there, and it occasionally crept into their thoughts amid all the strife and horror, it was a small beacon on happiness and hope they could live for. But as of yet, it was a very small beacon, a beacon that had yet to be discussed.

“How did you sleep?” Tina asked Newt from her place at the counter, stirring her cocoa.

“Alright, I guess.” He replied, rubbing the bags under his eyes. “You?”

“Same as you I guess.” She took a sip of her cocoa. “You ready for work?”

He nodded.

Tina had temporarily come to England to help with the search for Grindelwald, and Newt had graciously offered her a place to stay. They had separate rooms of course. Much to Newt’s delight Tina had accustomed to the numerous animals quite quickly, and Newt didn’t completely hate working for the ministry. Humans, however, were still Newt’s least favorite creature.

Everyday was the same: They went to work, they looked for signs of Grindelwald, they fought off his fanatics in the rare occasion that a riot broke out, they came home exhausted, couldn’t sleep. Wash, rinse, repeat. This day was a particularly exhausting one. Not one, but three riots broke out, which caused them to come home later than usual. Neither one of them had eaten all day.

Tina was the first one to slump onto the couch, upsetting a puffskein that was trying to burrow. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. “Do we have any food?”

Newt sat next to her and did the same. “I dunno. Merlin I’m exhausted.”

“It’s so nice to finally sit down.” Tina relished the feeling of relaxing all her muscles into the couch, and kicked off her shoes.

It would have been a funny sight to see. The two generally so composed were now splayed out on the slightly beaten up couch.

Newt waved his wand and summoned a couple of pasties from the kitchen. He bit into his and handed the other to Tina. “Here.” He muttered.

“Food.” She ravenously took a bite. Neither of them talked for a bit while the wolfed down the meat-filled crusts. Suddenly Tina started laughing.

It was a glorious sound. Newt turned towards her surprised, a questioning look on his face.

“Three. Three riots. One day.” She kept laughing. Partially due to the fact that her exhausted brain wasn’t processing her emotions correctly.

Not sure what to do Newt started laughing too until they were hopelessly out of breath and crying. Even though the situation wasn’t really that funny they enjoyed the opportunity to actually laugh. It seemed it had been happening less and less lately.

When the laughter died down Tina closed her eyes and her breathing steadily became slower and longer. Her muscles relaxed, and she slumped onto Newt’s shoulder, fast asleep. Not wanting to wake Tina, he summoned a blanket to cover her and stayed where he was, quickly following her into slumber.

The next morning they awoke at the same moment and smiled hazily at each-other before realizing what had happened and simultaneously blushing.

Newt jumped up dizzily “I’ll start, start breakfast.” He dashed to the kitchen.

“I’ll wash up.” She achily got up and set off to shower and change.

They were especially polite to each-other that day, and turned slightly pink and smiled whenever they caught a glance of the other. No one noticed. They had a lot more energy than they had had in a long time.

A couple nights later they were again laying awake, unable to sleep. Tina had tried everything at this point but it seemed like every time she was alone with her thoughts her mind started racing.

There was a knock on her door and Newt poked his head in. “I can’t sleep.” His copper hair was sticking up at an odd angle and his eyes were pointed determinately away from Tina.

She sat up and looked at him and didn’t speak for a moment, not quite daring to suggest the idea that had come to her mind. “You know what Qu- my mom would do when we couldn’t sleep?”

“Chamomile tea?” He guessed, a smile flickering on his face.

“No” She took a breath “we’d get in bed with her and cuddle.”

Newt glanced up at her with a slightly nervous look.

“It’s ok” She patted the bed next to her and shifted over “If you get uncomfortable or don’t want to anymore, you can leave.”

He hovered near the door, but then decidedly walked over and sat on the bed. “You know” He paused. “The night on the couch, the night where we slept on the couch was the best sleep I’ve had in weeks.”

Tina lay back under the covers “Same for me.” She sighed.

He glanced back at her almost surprised, maybe not realizing she was having trouble sleeping too. He lay back on top of the covers making sure he gave Tina enough room.

She gently found his hand on the covers and held it. He squeezed it back just to let her know that it was alright to hold it. And that was it. They fell into the best sleep they had since the couch, arguably even better. They woke up close to each-other with their heads resting on the same pillow, shoulders touching, hands still held, completely calm.

The next night it was Tina who payed a visit to Newt’s room she caught him as he was buttoning up his pajamas.

“I was just about- just about to go to your room.” He stuttered out.

“We’ll take turns.” She smiled at him as they folded back the covers and both got under, enjoying each-other’s warmth. She rolled over and faced him, a blush creeping onto both of their faces.

Tina let out a giggle and then clapped a hand over her mouth. Newt let out a nervous laugh and reached out for her other hand and they intertwined their fingers. Newt’s face grew even more red, he but felt braver. He slid his hand around Tina’s waist and shifted closer together. She touched her forehead to his and they both closed their eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep once again. Of course the next morning they ended up a tangled mess.

Accepting the fact that the only way they could get a full nights sleep was to sleep next to one-another, they continued switching off rooms. They became better friends, and they grew continually more comfortable with each-other.

 “Hey Newt?” Tina whispered, wondering if he was asleep. They were in Tina’s room a couple weeks later.

“Mhh.” He hummed in response, his eyelids flickering.

“Did you know that your name sounds like two animals?” she asked.

His eyes flicked open and he gave her a questioning smile.

She laughed “Newt Salamander.”

He laughed too. “People used to call me that to make fun of me at Hogwarts.”

Her face tinted with red, embarrassed. “I’m sorry.” She covered her face in the blanket.

“It’s alright. I quite liked it. People didn’t realize it wasn’t that big of an insult for me.” He pulled the cover off from her face. “I like salamanders. You know that.”

The corner of her mouth turned up in a half smile and Newt found himself staring at her lips. She noticed and sat there for a minute. Her eyes running up and down his face, taking in every inch, ever freckle, every scar.

“Newt, you’re staring at my mouth.”

“Sorry.” But he still didn’t break his stare.

-“Do you want to kiss me?”

-“Can I kiss you?” They both said simultaneously.

“What?” They spoke at the same time again and then stared wide-eyed at each-other.

After a moment Tina spoke “Yes.” She closed part of the distance between the two of them.

Newt shuffled closer and pressed his lips against hers. Tina’s hands brushed through his red hair, and Newt placed a hand gently on her cheek. They weren’t sure how long it lasted, and neither of them really knew what they were doing, but it was simple and sweet, and they both enjoyed it. When they broke apart they both smiled and snuggled closer, and again fell into a sound sleep.

[angstandhappiness]

NICE

The cave is narrower than they expect, barely big enough to fit a giant god like Kallamar. And it is dark beyond measure. No light from the distant sun reaches here. Only their own fire illuminates the cave walls, ignoring the shift in pressure as they dive deeper and deeper. There is no colorful coral, no kelp reaching for the light, not even tiny mindless fish. In this place, there’s only darkness and cold seawater. It seeps into their wool and grinds salt into their skin. The faster they get out of here, the better. After what feels like at least half an hour of swimming, the cave mouth widens into a strange stone antechamber. Two giant doors loom above them, their stone etched with runes and glyphs. Their pulse quickens. This is it. Kallamar’s secret Vault.