#myrtus-amongst-the-stars

[inkstainedfanfics]

hello M!!! it's been a while since i've checked in with you, but how's life so far? I hope you're coping fine with all the requests and your novel so far, as well as your health :) stay healthy and happy and loved!

Hey!! Life’s going pretty well. I’ve started my summer job, which will give me a more structured schedule which hopefully means more writing time?? Idk. But I have spent the last month or so really focusing on my novel, thank you for asking! I think I’ve figured the characters out well enough to move on from there, so I’m going to finalize a basic idea of a plot, do a little bit of world-building, then continue on from the first three chapters that I’ve written so far! Still a little stuck on how I’m going to do POV??? But I’ll figure that out later lol. I’m super excited about it.

I’m working (very) slowly but surely through requests. I’ve been spending more time revising them after I write them, which I didn’t do before, so that’s why it takes longer to get them posted. Plus I’ve been streaming Criminal Minds during most of my freetime so I’ve really just wanted to write for Reid bc of that. But I’m on the last season on Netflix, so that’ll change soon enough. I reread some old work I did for Newt, and I kind of miss writing his laid-back, witty character.

I’m also somehow only 10 away from 1.7K????? Which is crazy, and I want to do something now that I’ll have a more structured schedule, so I’ll probably be doing that at some point in the future.

I’m just soooooooo glad classes are out for the summer. It’s a real relief.

How have you been??? Doing well? Been busy?

(BTW thanks for dropping in!! This message came on a rough day and it really helped brighten it up! Sorry for the delay in responding, I was out of town for a while on a mini-family vacation thing!) Have a lovely day!!!

- M

[uozlulu]

@myrtus-amongst-the-stars replied to your post “Finished Hyouka. It was really good and I enjoyed it immensely....”

how good is it

It was very satisfying. I like that most of the stories except the culture festival were self-contained and even the smaller stories in the culture festival were self contained. I liked that the main group of kids came off as a normal group of weirdo nerdy teens and I found all the characters to be likeable for the most part. I liked the fusion of cute and bizarre that visual metaphors took and I liked that both canon couples got about as much closure as you can give first going on second year high school students. It was also nice to watch the characters grow as the series progressed. There are two seasons of episodes and they all went fairly quickly and the ending was really nice. I would totally watch more if another anime based on the books showed up. 

[roxiera]

summer; neville longbottom

a/n i’m finally getting around to writing something (it’s really short but oh well) wow also i know that summer’s almost over i just thought that this would be cute!!

“Neville!”

The brunette boy looked up from where he had been tending to his plants, rosy lips quirking upward as he caught sight of you from across the road.

You jogged over, cheeks flushed red from the summer heat. Throwing your arms around the broad-shouldered boy, you buried your face into his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of freshly-watered soil and Neville’s grandmother’s sweet chamomile tea.

“I missed you.”

Your words were muffled as you hugged your boyfriend even tighter, your bodies fitting together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle that had been separated for much too long.

You and Neville had grown up together, and despite you being a muggle and he being a wizard, the two of you had manage to maintain your relationship to this very day, your bond stronger than ever.

Pulling away from Neville, you pecked him gently on the lips before plopping down onto the ground beside him, gazing up to your chuckling boyfriend with bright eyes, grinning widely.

The rest of the day was spent lounging around in the sun, sharing lazy kisses and long embraces as you basked in each other’s presence, fingers intertwined as the day crawled by.

Oh, summer was most definitely your favourite season.

a/n well that was shittier than what i expected

- roxanna

MASTERLIST

@myrtus-amongst-the-stars

[notroxanna]

😊 When you receive this, send this to ten people who make your day 😊

this is so cute my god

@solsticestorm @minkyungsgf @with-woozi @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @livinwiththepotatoes @jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae @toomellow @pacifistpadme @nu-blessed @roxiera

god the last blog i tagged pls ignore i ran out of ideas

[clarencebells]

Creature Feature: Niffler

The Other Slytherin (Series)

Masterlist

Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: Ladies and Gentlemen, The Niffler.

It had been a few weeks or so since Newt moved in and your life had changed quite drastically. First and foremost you had to get used to sharing your space with another human being, so that meant changing how some things were placed and organized. You and Newt fought a bit on where certain objects should be placed since you were more partial to organization, while Newt was partial to efficiency.

You also had to set some rules around the house when you learned that Newt was the ‘organized chaos’ type. He knew exactly where everything was, except they weren’t done neatly. You, however, were the neat, ‘everything-has-its-place’ type. It drove Newt mad that you were so particular on placement but he complied when you argued that you compromised with having several and possibly dangerous plants inside your home. You would have preferred to keep all plants on the balcony outside, which you had been doing before Newt moved in, but Newt insisted that some plants thrived better indoors, he even switched out your fake vines for real ones.

Both of you had made an extra effort to teach Dougal about all the plants inside the flat, from those he could safely nibble on and those that he was absolutely forbidden to go near. Dougal picked up on anything he was taught quickly, so it made things easier.

You and Newt were finally getting into a natural rhythm as the days passed, but one day, something quite peculiar occurred. 

“What in the world...” You muttered as you stared at the empty drawer that was supposed to be filled with your silver utensils. You checked the other drawers to see if perhaps Newt had moved them again, but you were baffled when each drawer you opened was either empty or had things missing. 

You could feel your breath quicken and your heart start to hammer in your chest as you even checked your cupboards for any of the silverware, only to realize some of your pots and pans were missing too and then something even worse occurred to you. You ran to your china cabinet opening it gently, despite your haste and opened a large, ornately decorated box. When you saw that all contents of the box were missing too, you screamed.

Newt came rushing from his room, wand at the ready as he had Dougal cradled in one arm, he nearly tripped over himself upon entering the living room. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Newt asked in a slight panic as he walked to your side. 

You couldn’t even form words as you just shook the empty box in front of him.

Newt stared at the box, unsure of what you were trying to convey, “Is it a boggart?”

You gave him an unimpressed look as you shakily told him, “My spoons, Scamander. My collection of decorative spoons, given to me by my grandmother, all of them, gone! All our silverware is gone! Even some of the pots and pans are gone! We’ve been robbed!”

“That’s impossible. Your wards are practically impenetrable.” Newt tried to reason, and that’s when you realized, that he was right. You made sure that no other human, muggle or wizard could enter your home unless they were invited in and you wards easily reflected simple spells, such as a summoning charm. You narrowed your eyes as you looked around, replacing the box back into your china cabinet.

“No human being can get past my wards and summoning charms are virtually null, so that can only mean that some manner of creature stole my spoons!” You angrily declared as you took out your wand and quickly revised your wards to prevent any creature from entering or leaving. 

“Do you think whatever stole from us is gone?” Newt asked you as he looked around, seeing if anything else was stolen.

“No, whatever stole them is still here. There’s an enchantment on one of those spoons that prevents it from leaving my vicinity without my knowledge. My initial panic made me forget about it, but it’s definitely still here in the flat.” You explained.

“You must really love these spoons,” Newt observed.

“They are family heirlooms, Scamander. Passed down from generation to generation, each spoon made by the current matriarch of our family. Reminding us of our humble beginnings as silversmiths.” 

“I never would have thought spoons could have such a rich history. So how do you plan on tracking down this mystery creature?” 

You turned to Newt a bit perturbed at his question. “Track? There is no tracking needed.” You waved your wand effortlessly as you cast a spell, “Accio, Regalia Spoon!”

Within seconds something came hurtling towards you and Newt was quick to react, shielding you as he encased the object in a bubble. However, it was no object that was caught in his bubble. It was a creature as you had guessed, a black, fluffy creature with a long snout and webbed, clawed feet. It tried to escape the bubble to no avail as it simply kept bouncing off the walls. It tried to run, hoping to roll the bubble with it but it remained stationary. Soon enough it grew tired and just stared back at you and Newt.

“Aww. It’s fluffy.” Newt cooed.

“It’s a thief!” You growled, scowling at the creature; it shook in fear of your furious tone and demeanor. “Return what’s mine, little thief and perhaps I’ll consider not turning you into a purse!” You threatened the shaking creature as it quickly dug deep into a pouch on its belly and began to dump the contents. You and Newt were gobsmacked at the number of items that kept coming from the creatures pouch, some of them weren’t even yours. There was even several hundreds worth of galleons and jewels that could even make the Queen of England envious.  “Merlin’s beard! It’s a criminal!”

“I think I actually know what this creature is,” Newt said as he continued to stare in fascination at the creature who was still emptying his pouch.

“Are you being serious right now? You are more concerned with the kind of creature it is, rather than the fact that it is literally dumping millions worth of stolen property on our floor!” You exclaimed in incredulity as you watched the pile of treasure at your feet continue to grow.

“It’s his nature, he can’t help taking such things.” Newt calmly explained.

“He? And what do you mean ‘such things?’” You asked as you waved your wand, commanding the pile to organize itself. Seeing the mess irked you and you made sure to return what belonged to you, back to their proper places. Everything else organized itself from coins, jewels, miscellaneous kitchenware, small weapons and what you could only guess to be potion ingredients.

“Shiny things. This creature is a Niffler. I’ve seen them before in Gringotts. Furry little creatures, notorious for being attracted to anything glittery.” 

“If this thing came from Gringotts, then we should return it to them, along with this mess.” You said indicating the pile of items that now occupied your floor. As if understanding your words, the Niffler began to shake his head furiously as he made begging motions with his paws.

“I don’t think he likes that idea.” Newt interpreted. 

“Why ever not?” You asked, indulging him.

“Maybe they treat him poorly?” Newt guessed, to which the creature nodded in earnest. The creature then turned to you and widened his eyes, making them shine with crocodile tears as he repeated his begging motion.

“What’s it doing?” You asked Newt, a bit perturbed at the creature's actions. 

“I think it’s begging you not to turn him in,” Newt replied, the creature nodding again as it pleaded with you. “Aw. He’s apologizing. Can’t we keep him?”

“Keep him? What, like a pet? Oh, absolutely not! That thing--”

“Niffler.” Newt corrected.

“That niffler, stole from us!”

“But he’s sorry! See? Look at that face, how can you deny that face?” Newt pouted along with the creature as they both looked at you with doleful eyes, even Dougal, who had been a silent observer to the entire thing, mimicked them. 

Your eye slightly twitched in frustration and soon enough you sighed exasperatedly. Newt tried to contain his smile at your wordless acceptance. You turned from the three of them and returned to the kitchen to continue what you had been planning on doing before the entire mess began, to start dinner. 

Newt smiled at the little Niffler as he popped the bubbled it was encased in and carried it and Dougal to Dougal’s playpen. 

“That mess better be cleaned up by the time I’m done the cooking, Scamander! Or so help me, I will turn the both you into decorative baggage!” You exclaimed and Newt winced at the threat as he looked towards the assortment of items. There was no real way to return them all to their rightful owners so the only thing he could do was to submit everything anonymously to the Ministry’s Lost and Found.

A/N:  Shiny! Watch me dazzle like a diamond in the rough, strut my stuff; my stuff is so Shiny! *dances to the beat* something a little less adventurous and more comic relief lol

@sinuhmyn-apple @myrtus-amongst-the-stars

[solsticestorm]

@myrtus-amongst-the-stars because its our country haiz

Why is this even a question? How is your child meant to learn to apologize when you don’t do it yourself as a parent?

[delicrieux]

Young Love (Newt x Reader) [Valentines day special!]

a/n; happy valentines day! again, apologies for being a day late, my 14th was so hectic i only returned home very late.. still, hope you will like it! also based on Peculiar xx

warnings: fluff

words; 1185

prompt; given by @myrtus-amongst-the-stars ;  Hogwarts!Newt x reader having potions class….and they were brewing amortentia;

peculiar masterpost. |  MASTERLIST. KO-FI.

The dungeons held a strong scent of mold and dry herbs- most likely due to the damp walls – and you scrunched your nose displeased. You never liked the smell, and by the looks of it neither did Kevin – his normally friendly expression was twisted with annoyance as he stood beside you near the entrance of the class. Potions. Whilst Eveline was rejoicing somewhere near Leroy and clapping her lashes as she awed at the array of potions the professor was showing off, your gaze wandered to the very end of the line where a patch of yellow decked Hufflepuff’s stood curiously watching the presentation.

Your eyes caught an awkward student with fiery hair that glimmered in the faint light. Newt Scamander wore a soft frown: his brows were kitted in concentration, dew dotting his forehead, as he grasped the leather crested tomb in his hand, just like the rest of students watching the professor show the liquids swirling in silver and glass containers. Suddenly, as if feeling your eyes on him, his gaze shifted to you. You grinned. Newt smiled back shyly before shifting from foot to foot and glancing away with a light rosy blush blooming over his cheeks.

A sweet scent settled in the room and you blinked, feeling your heart spur in your chest. Your fingertips tingled and you snapped back to the professor, catching beautiful light pink fumes spiraling into the air and melting into the walls behind him.

“Can anyone tell me what this potion is?” The professor asked. Eveline’s hand shot up like a bullet. The professor, how ever, only gave her a once over and moved away from Gryffindor all together, “Anyone? Anyone at all? How about you, Mister Scamander?” The invitation took the class by surprise. With a pleased grin, the professor waved Newt over, “Come on now, do not be shy! Step closer.” You smiled faintly as you watched Newt look around, as if expecting to find someone else with the same name, before finally shuffling out of the crowd. His head was tilted softly, lips nervously twitching as he took in a calming breath of air.

“A-Amortentia, sir.” He said, “The most powerful love potion in the world.” An array of whispers, mostly from girls, riddled the confined space of the classroom. You would be lying if you said you weren’t curious as well. Newt gulped, visibly at that, “I-It is said that…it carries a scent that is different to each person…To attract their interest. For me personally it is…” his tone shifted to low almost dream like, “The wind…honeysuckles and…” his cheeks flared, ears stinging from heat and he did not finish, instead quickly retreated to the safe haven of his classmates. For a brief moment the class was quiet.

“Wonderful, Mister Scamander.” The professor said, “Ten points to Hufflepuff! Though, allow me correct you on this. Though Amortentia is a ‘love’ potion, what it creates can hardly be called love. It is more of an obsession, a very powerful illusion…So much so that merely a drop of it can cause intense infatuation. Therefore, it is safe to consider it to be the most dangerous potion in this classroom.” He shut the clasp and the scent faded. You shook yourself awake, “Creating it is illegal. I did it for academic purposes, of course, but I will not be teaching it to you. Be warned that if any of you are caught possessing it you can be sure expulsion awaits you. Now,” he clapped and rubbed his hands together with an excited grin, “to your seats, everyone! We will work on creating….” His words were nearly drowned by the booming chatter as the class scattered to their tables, all eagerly discussing the new information with an excited squeal. You caught Newton’s gaze as you were roughly seated by a faraway table by Eveline, but did not hold it for much longer since she blocked the view.

~*~

Scooted close, you and Newt sat by the Black Lake away from pesky eyes and enjoyed the occasional breeze of cool wind in completely silence. You watched the smooth surface of the lake gently caress the coast line. It was cold. Your hands were tugged into knitted gloves, the heavy coat warming your body as the bucket hat provided some sort of protection from snowflakes that just started to fall. You hummed, pulling your limbs closer together in an effort to stay warm.

The tip of his nose was red, his beautiful evergreen eyes gazing into the distance as a shy smile played on his lips – he seemed deep in thought, though, perhaps re-living the memory of the two of you foolishly diving into the very depths of the lake and marvelling at its creatures. You smiled; it seemed so long ago, your relationship had grown at such a rapid pace that you did not even notice how time flew by.

Your mind then drifted back to the Potions lesson that took place a couple of hours before you two got to break away from the crowds of students and enjoy each other’s company at peace. The Amortentia potion. And Newt’s explanation. Curiosity prompted you to glance at him again, your smile falling just a bit as you spoke, “Newton…” at the mention of his name he perked, “About what you said in class…About the potion.” You clarified. Newt blinked, clearing his throat and shyly dropping his head as the tips of his ears started to flame. “Why did you say wind?” the genuine curiosity in your voice took him aback – not that he was expecting you to laugh at him (you’d never do so), but some sort of teasing was expected. Noting the conflict you leaned in just a bit, “does this chilly breeze have a sort of scent I am not catching?”

Newt chuckled dryly and shook his head, “You see I…Well, it…It is more of…” He was struggling to find the right words that you could tell, “It is not the wind, exactly…It is more of…How your hair smells once you get off your broom.”

Your heart jumped, a blush blooming over you cheeks and surpassing a pleased giggle. Examining his face for a moment, you let your eyes fall shut as you leaned in and met him half-way. A spark, bright as a firework, lit up your chest sending a tingle of joy through your whole body and warming your fingertips. The kiss was tender and quick and before you could memorize the feeling he pulled away. His nose gently rubbed yours and prying your eyes open you found his face still close, his gaze half lidded and dazed as he seemed to have trouble focusing on anything else but your lips. You grinned, “Ever the romantic, you are.”  Newt merely chuckle, stealing a kiss again before pulling away for good this time. His boldness was attractive, and you will have to remind him once he returns back into his shell. Still beaming you laid your head on his shoulder as his hand came to hold yours.

[vexedbuckbeak-blog]

Tumblr Awards Winners!

So, my Tumblr Awards closed 3 days ago, but I’ve only just got around to actually making a list of the winners. I’d like to point out that this was SO difficult, because there were so many entries that fit into more than one category, and every one of these blogs had so many lovely elements to it, and I’d like to thank you all for showing me your blogs, it was a privilege looking at them closely, they are all absolutely lovely!

I didn’t have enough entries to do two runners up for each category, so some of the categories have just one runner up and some only have a winner. I’m hoping to do this again, and hopefully I’ll receive a few more entries next time!

Without further ado, under the cut are the winners/runners up for my first Tumblr Awards!

MAIN CATEGORIES

Gryffindor award- Best URL Winner! @bellelestrange Runner Up! @merlinssbeard Slytherin award- Best mobile theme Winner! @maliiceux Runner Up! @myrtus-amongst-the-stars Ravenclaw award- Best desktop theme Winner! @mcgxnagall Runner Up! @narcissablsck Hufflepuff award- Best icon Winner! @lucidraco

BLOGGER AWARDS

Snitch award- Personal favourite Winner! @ickle-ronniekins Runner Up! @alwaysinnarnia Bludger award- Funniest blogger Winner! @fayrizo Quaffle award- Rising Star Winner! @herbologic Runner Up! @delacour-flcur Firebolt award- Nicest blogger Winner! @whizardwheezes Runner Up! @acciolunalovegood Beater Bat award- Best HP blog Winner! @pansyparquinson Quidditch Pitch award- Best multifandom blog Winner! @dcemons Runner Up! @musicbooksdragons

CONTENT AWARDS

Durmstrang award- Best creations Winner! @prcfessorlupin Runner Up! @vixenevans Beauxbatons award- Best writing Winner! @goblackhatwithme Runner Up! @immobulusmalfoy Castelobruxo award- Best original posts Winner! @ri-ddikulus Hogwarts award- Best overall posts Winner! @newtshvfflepuff Runner Up! @narcissxblack

Just a little reminder about the prizes...

Winners

a follow from this irked hippogriff

a spot on my updates tab for a month

5 promos whenever you want them through the following year (2017)

3 personalised moodboards/oneshots whenever you want them through the following year (moodboards can be ship moodboards for you and a character, or just a name/personal/archive moodboard!)

a personalised fic with whatever character you’d like

my eternal love and friendship

Runners Up

a follow from this irked hippogriff

3 promos whenever you want them in the following year (2017)

2 personalised moodboards/oneshots whenever you want them through the following year (moodboards can be ship moodboards for you and a character, or just a name/personal/archive moodboard!)

my eternal love and friendship

I’d like to say a massive thank you again, and a big congratulations to all the winners and runners up! You can claim your prizes by messaging me privately whenever you’d like!

Thank you to everyone who entered, and I’m sorry to anyone who didn’t receive an award, it was a really hard choice to make!

Much love xoxo

[solsticestorm]

TAG GAME

Rules: Tag [however many] followers you want to get to know better.

Tagged by : @theassetseyeliner —> girl, I’m honoured by this. Istg I really am. But question: why follow me?? Why am I interesting?? Please and thank you. P.S. your url is the reason why i breathe.

P.P.S is it weird if i say i’m in love with you and your blog??

Mah Name: Kiera

Nickname: Ra, but only like 3 people call me that so

Gender: ovaries y’all

Star Sign: Aquarius and proud :”)

Last thing I googled:

Height: 1.65m

Sexual Orientation: Straight as an arrow

Hogwarts House: Slytherpuff

Last Movie I watched: Lego Batman

Last TV show I watched: TEEN WOLF

Fav Colour: Bluuuueeee. All shades of blue. Cobalt, Prussian, Ultramarine, Pastel blue, sky blue, MIDNIGHT BLUE, ROYAL BLUE, ANYTHING BLUUUUUEEE

Favourite animal: Wolveessss

Current time: 9am

Favourite Fictional Character: Too many istg. Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Laura Kinney, Dick Grayson, Luna Lovegood, Credence Barebone, Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin. Must I go on??

Favourite artiste: ONE DIRECTION, Halsey, ZAYN, Alan Walker, Bebe Rexha, Jai Waetford, CHAINSMOKERS, Anne-Marie, so many more cause I’m a music nerd.

Song stuck in my head: Something just like this by Chainsmokers ft Coldplay

Kind of shit I post: @solsticestorm is practically my spam/personal blog, where I just reblog and like shit that I find interesting, including but not limited to Teen Wolf, DC comics, Marvel Universe, Harry Potter / FBWTFT // Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston, Eddie Redmayne, Ezra Miller, some 1D shit, Tyler Hoechlin. The REAL blog that got its shit together is @roxiera. GO FOLLOW HOHO

What I’m wearing rn: School Uniform whoops (doing this with school wifi rip)

Dream fictional character I want to be: LAURA KINNEY

Interesting fact about me:

Lucky number: hmm idk about this, but I’d have to go with either 7 or 2

Dream trip: Romania where mah bae Sebastian lives

Dream Job: kinda stewpeed but I’d love to be a comic book writer / artist. But for a more realistic option? Teacher? idek

When I created this blog: @solsticstorm around mid 2016? @roxiera would be 17th Nov 2016.

When this blog hit its peak: There is no peak. Yet.

Why I made this blog: WELL again this is my personal blog for shit so, I made it because it means I could access tumblr better. @roxiera would be because we wanted to try creating fics and stuff that other people could enjoy too. Giving back to the community, see?

Why this URL: Don’t even ask. @solsticstorm was just a nice sounding username no one thought of yet. (also, i had a bad phase.) @roxiera is a ship name between me, kiera, and mah friend roxanna.

Tagging: @notroxanna , @myrtus-amongst-the-stars

[inkstainedfanfics]

Frustrations

Request: "Yo may I request an imagine? Newt x reader, where newt is too shy to ask reader out, but Theseus is like some secret matchmaker and often creates 'situations' between the both of them and newt is forced into a deal where Theseus won't stop until newt asks reader out 😂 oh well this sounded a lot better in my head :) also brotherly, playful Theseus sounds nice"

Word Count: 2,271

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @myrtus-amongst-the-stars but also tagging @caseoffics @red-roses-and-stories @dont-give-a-bother @fangirlingandcrying @ly--canthrope @benniesgalaxy @thosefantasticbeast2

Though he’d never admit it, you frustrate the hell out of Newt. You frustrate the hell out of him with your clumsiness when you drop a week’s worth of work. You frustrate the hell out of him with the way you wander into the fields, untraceable, for hours at a time to play with the diricrawls. But most of all, you frustrate the hell out of him because you had to go and be so damn lovable.

Newt doesn’t know how to approach you now. Anytime he says something, it’s a quiet stumbling of words that don’t make much sense. You used to be the one dropping vials everywhere, but now that’s him, one slipping between his fingers anytime you lean just a little to close and accidentally brush his arm. When he tries to focus on research, all he can imagine is the face you’d make and the joke you’d have lined up.

And it frustrates him to no end. How in the hell did he end up like this? It’s not like you’re the first girl he’s ever felt this way for. There was Leta, so long ago. A picture in a frame now, but once a girl with the most beautiful smile and a way of captivating Newt like no one else. Yet with her, he’d been confident, honest from the start. It’s different with you. He doesn’t know what to say, how to act. It’s like he’s a stuttering sixteen-year-old on a first date except he hasn’t even managed to make it that far. He doesn’t know how to ask you on a date, for Merlin’s sake.

So when he shows up at the hotel room the two of you are currently renting in Nebraska and a surprise visitor appears to be in the middle of an interesting conversation with you, he’s immediately tense.

“I didn’t know you would be here.”

“Newt!” Theseus shouts, standing from his chair to cross the room and pull his little brother into a hug. “It’s been so long since you last stopped by. I thought I should come check on my little brother.”

Newt extricates himself from the hug and steps around Theseus. “Terribly sorry, but I’m a bit busy.”

“Too busy for your older brother? Nonsense. I’ve come all this way to see you, you can’t turn me out at the door.”

Newt putters around the room, straightening things, eyes darting to you, asking a silent question.

You shrug in response. Theseus seems nice enough, but it’s clear by Newt’s behavior that Theseus agitates him.

Newt frowns once at you before stopping in front of his brother. “You could’ve written first.”

Theseus, noticing the looks, starts to realize exactly what’s happening. “Ah, yes, well, if you’re busy, don’t worry about me.” Newt’s shoulders begin to relax, but Theseus starts again. “I’ll just pass the time speaking with your assistant.”

He smirks at the reaction he earns: a red-faced, thin-lipped Newt glaring at him. “Are you all right, Newt? You look a little upset about something.”

Newt straightens. “Not a thing. Would you like some tea? I was just about to put some on the stove.”

“Sure, sure, I’ll have some.” Theseus grins and falls back into the chair he’d been sitting in before Newt entered. “So tell me, has my brother ever shown you how he dances?”

Newt’s low voice snaps through the room. “Theseus, enough.”

Intrigued, you shake your head. “He dances?”

“Oh, he was quite the dancer when we were younger. Mum would always catch him dancing around the hippogriffs.”

“Theseus, that’s a lie.” Newt says through grit teeth.

You don’t care if it’s a lie, the image’s funny enough. “Newt’s never mentioned that.”

“Because it isn’t true.” Newt’s sentence goes ignored.

“He’s a bit embarrassed by it. I don’t see why. He learned so much. Hey,” Theseus says, spinning to look at Newt, “perhaps you could show your lady how to dance.”

Newt’s face is a tomato. “She’s not my lady.”

“Assistant, sorry.”

Newt glances at you, heart thumping oddly at the blush in your own cheeks. “I’m not putting her through that.”

“Come on, Newt, you know you’d like to.”

“We don’t even have music.”

“Funny enough, I have some in my suitcase if you’ve a record player.”

You perk up. “We have one just over there. Newt and I picked it up a few months ago. Our old one broke when…” you glance at Newt, guilt clear on your face, but it disappears behind giggles at his own martyred expression, “when Newt spilled a potion all over it. Fried everything.”

Theseus’s own grin widens. “Well, we have music, Newt. What do you say you show the woman how to dance?”

Newt drops his head, eyes squeezed shut for only a brief moment before he looks up and mumbles. “You don’t need to dance. I’m sure you’re plenty busy.”

Theseus interrupts, speaking for you. “She can’t be that busy, you aren’t doing anything. And a waltz won’t take that long.”

Newt pleads silently with his brother, but Theseus doesn’t back down. You sit there the entire time, an odd feeling in your stomach, praying Newt will ask for a dance. You’d be more than happy to pretend you don’t know a simple waltz if it means being close to him for a few minutes.

Then a record’s floating from Theseus’s suitcase, landing in the player, and spinning, spitting out a soft tune.

Newt sighs softly. Knowing he’s lost, he turns to you, extends a hand, and asks for a dance.

You accept with a small laugh, teasing him about looking so tortured over such a small thing. You worry Newt can hear your heart through the entire dance.

Theseus sits back, winking at his brother whenever your back is to him, and wondering just how long he’ll be here before Newt works up the courage to do what the both of you obviously want.

“You know, a certain girl mentioned a fondness for these chocolates.”

Newt looks briefly down at the box of truffles in Theseus’s hands before returning to the shelf in front of him. “Yes, she enjoys them every now and then. Have you seen the book on doxies?”

“Doxies?” Theseus scoffs. “You have a beautiful woman over there making doe eyes at you and you’re worried about doxies? Priorities, little brother.”

Newt resists the urge to roll his eyes. “I need to be certain of their habitat.”

“Newt, honestly, when are you going to ask her on a date?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” The words are sharp, a warning of Newt’s growing irritation.

“It wouldn’t be if either of you could just confront the elephant in the room, but you insist on tiptoeing around it like it’s not there. Come on, charge the damned thing. Tell her how you feel.”

“That’s enough, Theseus.”

“You need to say something, or I will for you.”

Newt’s eyes dart up to Theseus, measuring the honesty in the words. “You don’t have the nerves.”

“Newt, a blind man could see what’s between the two of you. Tell me you haven’t imagined sitting over dinner with her, talking about something other than that case.”

“I haven’t.”

���Bullshit. Listen, you need to say something or someone else will get her. You willing to let her get away because of some nerves?”

“Theseus, I asked you to –“ Newt doesn’t get to finish his sentence when Theseus shoves the chocolates into his gut.

“As far as she knows, you found these, all right?”

“No.” Newt’s about to elaborate when a familiar voice comes from the store aisle behind him.

“No what?” You question, a jacket in your hand.

Theseus elbows Newt, knocking away his stammer. “Nothing. We were just…”

You raise your eyebrows, smiling that damn smile Newt loves so much. “Just what, Newt? Spit it out.”

He glances sideways at his brother. “Just wondering if you’d like some chocolates.” He gives in, showing you the box. “Courtesy of me, of course.”

You light up. “Those are my favorites. How’d you remember?”

Newt shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets when you take the box from his hand to read the different flavors. “You talk about it plenty. I’m bound to pick up something.”

“Well,” you say, lowering the box, “this is definitely the best thing I’ve ever said that you could remember. Thank you!”

Newt nods awkwardly. “It’s my pleasure.”

Theseus walks away grinning, leaving the two of you plenty of space.

You spin the vase of colorful flowers on the table, searching for a tag. “Who’re these for?”

Theseus looks up from the morning paper. “You, I believe.”

You frown. “From who?”

Theseus lets his gaze purposefully wander to the red-head crawling out of the case, Dougal on his back. “Could be anyone.”

Your cheeks are hot, and butterflies flutter in your chest. “Oh.”

Theseus smiles. “Good morning, little brother.”

“Morning.” He mutters, still angry about the past week’s events. It’s all too much. Theseus is going to drive you away. Who’s to say you even feel the same? Perhaps you’ll quit if you feel pressured into a date. Merlin’s beard, Newt kicks himself as he realizes just how little he wants that. It’s time to tell Theseus to leave you be, he decides. Someone has to put their foot down. He’ll tell him over a late supper, after he’s sent you to check on the bowtruckle trees.

Then he sees the flowers, and his plan evaporates. “What in Merlin’s name are those?”

“Haven’t you ever seen flowers?”

Newt’s glare could burn a hole through his brother. “What are they doing here?”

Theseus shrugs innocently. “Someone sent them to your lovely assistant.”

You’re beaming. “You’re too sweet, Newt.”

“You think I sent them?” The words form a question, but the sentence seems more a fact than anything. Though it’s directed at you, his eyes don’t leave Theseus’s face.

“Well, that’s what Theseus said.” You trail off, embarrassed. Holy niffler’s paws, how could you just assume Newt would send you something like that after nothing for so long? How could you be so silly?

Newt’s entire attention is on Theseus, though, as his face grows redder and redder. “For Merlin’s sake, Theseus, get out of here.”

“What’d I do?”

“You know damn well what you did.”

He raises his hands, palms toward the ceiling. “I don’t.”

Newt stalks toward him. “I am more than capable of asking a woman out on my own, thank you.”

“Are you, though?”

“Certainly better than you.”

You’re absolutely mortified to be caught in the center of this sibling rivalry; it’s as if you don’t even exist. And to add to it all, you’re fairly certain Newt is confessing to being attracted to you, which is information you’re not sure how to process. You don’t dare hope it’s true in case you’re misunderstanding, but you also can’t help the off rhythm pounding of your heart.

The two are just staring each other down, Newt with clenched fists and a heaving chest, Theseus with crossed arms and a smirk. You wonder if it’s over, if they’ll separate and cool down, when the two words that fuel all sibling rivalries are said.

“Prove it.”

Newt stares at his brother a second longer before nodding and looking at you.

You try to smile at him.

The anger in his face vanishes at your small grin, and he can’t help but smile back as he steps toward you, quickly closing all but a foot of space between the two of you. “I’m sorry about this.” He murmurs. “I meant for it to be more special.”

“No, this is fine.” Is it? You’re not sure, not really processing everything that’s happening.

Newt takes a deep breath. How in Merlin’s name did he let Theseus goad him into this? “I really care for you, you know, and I’d like to take you to dinner tonight at seven. I know it’ll be late but –“

“You have the potion finishing up at six. I know.” You finish automatically. Heat instantly creeps into your cheeks at Newt’s stunned expression.

His expression quickly morphs into something sweeter, a mix of appreciation and amusement. “Yes, well, thank you for understanding.”

You nod. “Don’t forget that you’re supposed to clean the fields at five.”

He laughs gently at your reminder; you’re always thinking of work. “You’re not – it’s just… “ He gives up on whatever he intended to say. “I’ll order us a taxi. Dress well. I mean, you always do, just tonight, perhaps, moreso, not that you don’t…”

You giggle as he drops his head into his hands and groans.

“Please don’t expect much from this. You turn me into an absolute wreck.”

“You think you don’t have the same effect? Do you know how many times you’ve caused me to drop a tube of poison?”

Newt grins. “You mean you aren’t naturally that clumsy?”

“Heavens no.”

“Good. I was beginning to worry I’d hired the worst possible assistant.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Rude and unnecessary.”

The two of you grin at each other.

Theseus breaks the trance as he begins clapping. “Well done, little brother. I’m glad you finally did it. I didn’t feel like cooking up a picnic basket tomorrow.”

Newt shoots a spell at Theseus’s feet, just a small one that erupts into flames that can hardly cause damage. Still, Theseus jumps away, earning a laugh from you and Newt.

As he turns back to you and sees your smile, though he’d never admit it, a small part of him is grateful for his brother’s interference.

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Yo marble noodle your fics are 💯 and I hope you remember that!!

Thanks love :) And thanks for always commenting such sweet things on my stories! Reading them makes my day :)

- M

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M YOU ARE AWESOME HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU THAT THE MATCHMAKING THESEUS ONE WAS GREAT!! LOVE HOW YOU CAPTURED MISCHIEVOUS!THESEUS AND WJSIRLOFJEUSVWYAOSOEHENPGOG ALL HAIL YOU M

AHHH I’m SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!!! Theseus is always a joy to write for! I loved writing it!

- M

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dear child which time zone do you live in I can't keep track of the day thing because I'll check every two minutes 'has he/she updated?' *checks* 'aww man naw' and then there's this whole in my heart lmao

Okay I’m posting this so everyone has some answers lol

I’m in the central time zone in the US. I’m so sorry my posting rn is erratic. My schedule is kind of erratic, but I do have finals week coming up and after that I should be able to find a schedule that works so I post regularly. At the moment I write the fic, reread it twice, make any changes, then post it. Hopefully I’ll be able to do it a bit differently once I have more free time.

Also just so everyone knows, I am a girl and I do go by she/her.

Sorry for the confusion!! (and for accidentally causing a few holes in your heart lol)

- M

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Yo may I request an imagine? Newt x reader, where newt is too shy to ask reader out, but Theseus is like some secret matchmaker and often creates 'situations' between the both of them and newt is forced into a deal where Theseus won't stop until newt asks reader out 😂 oh well this sounded a lot better in my head :) also brotherly, playful Theseus sounds nice

Ooo I look forward to writing Theseus and Newt interacting. Cute older brother Theseus making sure his little brother doesn’t miss out on someone special. Ahh I love this idea. Thank you!

- M

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Hello my dear awesome bean I'm here to say that your writing is amazing and I love them and thank you for bringing joy and happiness to the world :)

Augh you all are so sweet! Seeing this message this morning made me super happy, like I couldn’t stop smiling. Thank you so much for taking the time to send this! I hope you have a wonderful day!

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Just saying I get so excited and whisked away by your fics it should not be humanely possible...but you have done it. As much as I'll like to say please stop, please continue to do so. Thank.

So sweet :) Thank you so much!! You all make me so happy :D

- M