#newt Scamander angst

[ay0nha]

Hi! Could I request something with adult Newt Scamander? Like, maybe having a cute moment while doing some gardening with him? That's so cottagecore hufflepuff newt Scamander fluff

Fem or gender neutral reader if you decide to do it 😅 thank you!!

OOOOOOOO

Yes. Yes. Yes.

This is very cute! I love the concept. I think I may have to throw some angst in there. Imagine the reader and Newt are still in that pining phase, and feelings are revealed along the way.

I've started concocting a lil sm sm and am putting a lil snippet of progress below! So, stay tuned :)

Words: 0.6K, Pairing: Newt Scamander x gn!reader (ravenclaw)

You had a green thumb. You were convinced of it by how your fingers traced the dew drops on your newly sprouted strawberries. They were small, not quite showing deep red hues, but they were there.  Excitement bubbled in your chest. Your inner Ravenclaw finally became content, finally proving to your old Herbology professor that you truly could excel in all subjects.  

The sun's warmth was just settling on the leaves of the small garden, creating a humid mist. It was far too early to knock on Newt’s case. The picture was already in your head—him startled, sleep marks mirroring the indents of the desk he laid his head on. Either that, or he was still awake, not quite ready to call it a night, or let alone realize the next day was already creeping up. 

That time already? He’d ask innocently, hoping it would ease the look you shot him. Yet, if it had to come down to it, he knew what could truly thaw your glare. Anything new in your garden? 

“Strawberries.” The voice that startled you was small, barely perceptible in the soft breeze.

“You’re up?” You brushed the dirt off your hands to busy yourself.  The only time Newt was up before you was when he was leaving. To hide your frown, you turned to your trowel to fiddle with. “Where are you off to this time?”

“Australia,” Newt commented. “Poachers have been taking Acromantuas there.”

Talking about his creatures, Newt naturally rambled. The spiders were taken from their homes under the guise of protection, only to be taken to Australian farms to be bred. You wondered how he followed and tracked all the peculiarities, but over the years, you learned it was pure instinct. 

Newt watched your gaze travel, thinking your interest in what he had to say was lost. Yet, he missed how your gaze covered your thoughts of how you would miss his company. His time away varied, and you’d grown accustomed to the chattering of creatures and an extra mouth to feed. 

“Have breakfast before you leave.” You decided for him, already pushing yourself from the ground to match his height. 

The kitchen table was small, meant for one person, as was the home itself. It was charming, cozy, and away from the noise of any city. The chairs pulled up at the table were mismatched and caused your knees to hit Newt’s with every shared meal habitually. 

You noted Newt’s comfortability off of it all, of your company. No longer did he blush and apologize with every knock on the knee, but instead, he leaned into it. Or so that’s how you wished to imagine it. 

“How long will you be gone?” The question felt caught at the back of your throat. Once relieved of its position, you sat up a bit straighter.

Newt’s eyes were on your crossed leg, which pulled away from his own. Subconscious or not, he offered you a questioning expression.

“You’ve never asked me that before…” The comment slipped out with pure curiosity, without realizing the repercussions of the blunt tone. “I-I mean, you…you just, I won’t be…” He paused with a nervous laugh before pushing out the rest, “...I won’t be gone long.”

You hummed in thought, your eyes cast down.“You may miss out on the strawberries, is all.”  

I’ll miss you, is what you meant to get across. You confessed the feeling in your chest to yourself, but you hadn’t attempted to share it. You planned to take it to the grave.

“I’m sure there will be plenty,” Newt encouraged knowingly. “Your garden has been growing beautifully.”

Although the one to offer the compliment, Newt was bashful. The compliments weren’t frequent, but their existence caused a welcomed ripple in your chest.

[poeticallyspiteful]

thinking about taking requests for newt again 🤭

i’m not gonna officially but him back on my list yet but if y’all have any blurb or one-shot ideas, let me know 💕💕

Hi there.

Maybe a newt x f reader where reader its a healer ( doctor) . reader was a friend of theseus and they were working on a case from the Ministry of magic. Thank you so much ❤️

kiss it better

newt scamander x reader

fluff (making out)

cw: unedited, blood, a lil bit of ~suggestiveness~/(okay a lot a bit of suggestiveness i write like a romance novelist sometimes lol sorry not sorry), making out, newt is ripped and hot as hell

summary: newt gets injured and theseus knows the perfect person to kiss it better.

notes: thank you so much for the request love!!! i wasn’t sure exactly what you were looking for with this one so i just used my imagination so i do hope you like it. feel free to request something more if you don’t though :))

16+ please!!

“theseus, this is ridiculous, let go of me.”

it was a small cut, just a little one. a small mishap with alone of his creatures, that was all. such a tiny little ailment.

“it is bleeding profusely and goes all the way across your stomach, newt!” theseus exclaimed, pulling his brothers coat sleeve like a child dragging their parents through a candy store. “she’s very nice, you know that.”

oh, newt knew you were nice— that was the problem. you were so nice, so pretty, so incredibly everything that newt could hardly bare it. years and years of friendship with you and he could hardly even contain his joy at the sound of your laugh, at the mere sight of you. it made it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to exist when all he could focus on was you.

“you’re working a case, theseus,” newt sighed, allowing his brother to pull him up the stairs to your apartment. “she’s probably reviewing files or something, it would be rude to interrupt her work.”

but the scamander brothers were already outside your door, and theseus was already knocking. before newt could brace himself for the wave of love sickness that would inevitably hit him the second he saw you, the door swung open and there you were; nice, pretty, perfect.

“hi newt, theseus,” you greeted, chest heaving (you may have ran across the apartment the second you’d heard their voices coming down the hall) “what can i— oh merlin’s beard.”

newt looked down, unsurprised to see the blood had seeped through his white shirt. he gave you a lopsided smile and you rolled your eyes, a pitiful attempt to avoid eye contact with the boyish man before you.

“come inside.”

theseus all but shoved newt inside, already straightening out his suit and brushing the left over floo powder off of his shirt. he looked up to you and his brother, unphased by the confused look on your faces.

“well, i best be off.”

you gawked at him. “your— your not going to stay?” you asked. he shook his head. “theseus! your brother is injured and you’re leaving?”

“we have a case!”

“it’s really okay,” newt said, bashfully, suddenly reminding you of the reason they were there.

scoffing, you turned back to newt, waving your friend off. “workaholic,” you murdered as you began searching for your emergency bandage kit.

and with that, theseus shut the door— but not before sending his brother a mischievous wink. newt felt a shiver down his spine.

sneaky bastard.

you finally found the small red box, pulling it open and rifling through it for a disinfectant and some gaws, as well as a mini suture kit.

glancing up at newt through your eyelashes, you hummed expectantly. “shirt off,” you ordered, some foreign sort of confidence surging through you.

newt swore all the brain cells left his mind. “pardon?” he chocked, suddenly not too concerned with his injuries.

“i can’t exactly fix you through the shirt. now c’mon, we don’t have all day,” you explained.

quickly, newt obeyed, shedding his baggy coat and undoing the bloodied buttons. very quickly, he felt exposed, but the bashful look on your face made him feel more smug than anything.

you had never seen newt shirtless before now, but my lord, did you wish the sight to be engraved in your mind till the day you died. you could see the viens that traveled up his tanned arms, and as shocked to see his biceps had been rather toned under that jacket all this time. his freckles spanned all down his chest and arms as well, dancing around the thin scars across him.

for a man so cute and clever, he was sure an enthralling sight to see.

clearing your throat, you finally looked down at the wound intently, relieved to see it didn’t look like too hard of a fix. with some shallow sutures and cleaning, he’d be better in no time.

“not too bad,” you murmured without thinking, entire body going cold at the implication. shit. the clever smile on newts face grew. “i— i meant the cut isn’t too bad, doesn’t look, y’know, infected.”

“good,” newt agreed, leaning back on his arms. his abdomen tensed at the movement and he hissed at the pain. “ouch.”

before you could look at him too closely, or think too much apparently, you knealt down infront of him. however, as he opened his legs to allow you space between them, you realized the predicament you’d put yourself in.

holy fucking shit.

you looked up hesitantly, feeling your heart race at the way newt looked down at you; nervous and kind, like he was just as surprised by your position as you were.

“this might sting a little,” you announced, trying to redirect his (and yours) attention back to the real reason you were on your knees.

carefully, you wiped the cotton pad across the cut, cleaning up the blood around the wound. newt hissed again, hands gripping the blanket laid across your couch. you had to will yourself to keep your eyes on the wound.

“almost done,” you reassured, finally looking up to see newts eyes screwed shut in pain. quickly, you dabbed at the far end of the wound, bringing your hands down quickly. “all done.”

newt sighed in relief, swallowing roughly. he glanced down to his stomach, feeling his head buzz as you looked back up at him. “whatcha thinking, doc?” he teased.

you could’ve died at the irony. you could not tell him what you were thinking right now.

“well, it’ll only need a few stitches at the edges there on the left, but it should be fine otherwise. just some bandages and you’ll be good,” you answered.

“no magic?” he asked.

“sadly, my regulations to do these sorts of healing charms only spans as far as britain,” you replied. “i’m working on getting the papers here in the states, but for now, just my handy work.”

newt smiled, another grin which made you weak in the knees. “your handy work is quite good.”

you ignored the heat in your face from the praise as you began you sutures. you felt newt shiver under your hands as they fluttered across his stomach, tracing the stitches and looking for any imperfections. finally satisfied with the stitching, you taped some bandages across them, and stood up once you were done. three easy steps, and nothing went wrong—

as you took a step back, you stumbled over the edge of your rug, fumbling backwards as you tried to regain your balance. before you realized what had happened, you felt newts hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you forward.

and forward was onto his lap.

you had spoken too soon.

you caught yourself with a tight grip on his bare shoulders, the skin soft and hot under your hands. your face was barely an inch from his, and your eyes met his in a brief moment of panic.

“s-sorry, i just didn’t want you to hit your head on the coffee table,” newt whispered, eyes darting form your eyes to your lips and back again nervously. he seemed very regretful of his action at first, but he didn’t budge to move you off of him, hands gripping the flesh around your hips.

“t-thank you,” you stammered, gathering all your strength not to squirm in his arms, your heart beating faster than your blood could pump.

newts eyes found yours again, thumbs making small circles in your hip bone. “have i ever told you that you’re very pretty?” the low rasp of his voice could’ve made you faint on any ordinary day, but given that you were practically straddling him, nothing could’ve made you more lightheaded. “especially up so close.”

“newt,” you whispered.

“what, love?”

“please kiss me.”

newt closed the gap without a second thought, kissing you gently. his lips were soft, but needy, pulling away and coming back for more over and over and over again. his hands traveled from your hips all the way up to your head, resting on your jaw. you moved your hands up his neck, playing with the curls on the nape.

you whined as he pulled away entirely, pulling him impossibly closer to yourself. “why’d you stop?”

“isn’t there a rule about strenuous activities post surgery?” he teased, laughing as he pressed another kiss to your lips briefly; he had waited too long to do this and he didn’t wanna stop now. “making out seems pretty strenuous to me.”

“i’ll kiss it better.”

[newtsniffles]

BETWEEN YOUR EYES

‘If you’re a Jackal, call me a Fox.’

jackal (charles) x oc

In which an elusive assassin finds his match in a barista by day, trained killer by night. They become entangled, playing a game of cat and mouse with an MI6 officer as the clock works against them.

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‘You kill men?’

‘I kill bad men.’

‘Hm.’ She takes note of the corner of his lips. How they turn up into a small smirk. ‘Should I be worried?’

‘...It would be a shame to put a bullet between those eyes.’

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CHAPTERS:

chapter one: one shot, one kill

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[my-little-delusions]

Alone ~ Theseus Scamander x Reader Pt. 1/?

Pairings: Theseus x Reader, Newt x Reader (Platonic), Leta x Theseus, Leta x Newt, Dumbledore x Reader (platonic)

Summary: You've known Theseus since your 3rd year at Hogwarts. Both the Scamander brothers were two of the very few people who had managed to worm their way into your heart. You and Theseus used to stay up all night and sneak out to look at the moon, not the stars, but the moon, together. The two of you were the best of friends. It wasn't very long until Theseus had stolen your heart. Both of you became Aurors very quickly after graduating and made a great pair... in the work force. As Theseus grew closer to Leta Lestrange, you decided to let go of any last hopes you had that he would love you back. You gave him tips on asking her out, made him apologize to her when they got into fights, and helped arrange the proposal. Theseus turns to you after Leta's death for comfort, digging up old feelings, wounds, and secrets. How will the two of you navigate the loneliness of this war together?

Warnings: Angst, ends in fluff tho dw, death, depression, smut?(idk yet, probably), talk of self-harm, in this I made Theseus and Leta not really thatttt in love because I am a girls girl and the thought of reader "swooping in" right after Leta's passing makes me kind of sick. Also the 3rd movie takes place 5 years after the 2nd movie, but I am going to shorten that to 1 year after the 2nd movie for plot's sake.

"I love you"

Leta says, before pointing her wand at Grindelwald.

In that moment, time stretches, everything slows, each second dragging out in agonizing clarity. My head whips to look at Theseus. A defeated expression laid across his face.

The room is a maelstrom of blue fire. Flames whip around the room like flashes of light lashing at me. I can just barely make out the figures of my friends.

Grindelwald deflects Leta's attack. Shocking her. She continues to blast Grindelwald as the fire begins to swirl into one giant whirlpool in the mild of the room.

"NOOO" I scream, my voice a desperate cry swallowed by the roaring flames.

"GO!" Leta shouts, ".. go" she says with even more resolve, as she shakes under the force of her wand, directly deflecting Grindelwald's attack.

Whips of flames lash out at Theseus, who fights, desperately, to reach Leta, deflecting the flames one at a time, barely having time to finish deflecting one before another comes at him. I wince as one of the flames grazes me, searing my skin. Drawing my wand, I begin to counter some of the flames coming for Theseus as well. My eyes darting between Theseus and Leta, my heart pounding in my skull. All I can hear is my own heavy exasperated breathing

Leta’s figure starts to waiver, slowly being consumed by Grindelwald’s inferno. Newt clings to Theseus, his face contorted in anguish as he struggles to reach Leta, but it's too late.

I grab onto the pair and disapparate us out of the colosseum.

However, relief has not come yet, as Grindelwald's flames continue to shoot out. All of us constantly on our toes to dodge the flames.

"Theseus!" I shout, grabbing onto the stunned man and pulling him out of the way of the flames. Grabbing onto his shoulders I turn him towards me. He is in shock. His eyes red and glassed with tears, vacant. "We have to keep moving, AGHH" I say, yelping in pain as I go to shake Theseus out of it and tug at the burn wound on my arm, the pain setting in. My sudden exclamation seems to snap him out of it. Glancing quickly at the wound on my arm, and then locking eyes with me, he gives me a firm nod before tugging me out of the way of more flames.

When we do finally make it out of harm's way, a giant fire demon comes blasting out of the ground.

Only with the help of an alchemist do we have any hope of our own or the cities' survival. Our own flames burst out of the ground in the circle formed by us. Creating a wall to trap the beast, however, it slips past the barrier.

I watch, mortified.

It's headed for the city.

I scrunch my sleeves up a bit, prepared to go chasing after it, when a hand grabs onto my arm, holding me back.

It's Newt.

"Wait. Y/N. Look." He says, gazing up wondrously at the sky, a familiar sparkle of amazement in his eyes. One Newt Scamander wore quite regularly.

I look up at the sky to see orange flames diverging from the wall, following the Grindelwald beast. It starts to consume it, less and less blue remains visible, the beast visibly struggling as it begins to descend to the ground, its wings flailing in the air while it lets out a pained cry. And then it crashes.

Silence falls over the battlefield.

Everyone is okay. Except for Queenie, who we lost to Grindelwald's reign, and Leta...

Leta.

"Y/N! Y/n!" Theseus calls, his voice cutting through the silence. He races over to me, stumbling a bit over the rocks and dirt. Once he reaches me, he engulfs me in a hug that makes me feel swallowed by him.

"Oh my god, Theseus! I'm so sorry.. Leta-" My voice trembling as I grip onto him tightly, securing the hug,

"I'm so glad you're okay, y/n," He says to me, cutting me off in a hoarse whisper. My eyebrows twist in confused, I open my mouth to speak again, heartbroken for him and his loss, but he continues, "I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

He pulls me closer, I can feel his emotions, a mixture of desperation and relief, through the tightness of his grasp. I can barely breathe under his hold. I open my mouth to speak again, but the words catch in my throat. Instead, I let myself settle into his embrace, feeling his tears drop down onto my shoulder.

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*Time Skip*

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“To a job well done,” Theseus says, a broad smile on his face.

“To us,” you reply, your eyes meeting his with a warm glow. You both took a sip of your drinks, savoring the rich, mellow flavors.

“We did good,” Theseus states, leaning back into his chair, sat across from me, with a contented sigh. “I can’t remember the last time we had such a clear-cut success.”

"I'm just glad we got out of there alive," I laugh breathily, a grin plastering my face,

"Well of course we did, I dare say we've always made a pretty good team," Theseus winks at me, setting his glass down on my desk and leaning forward, resting his elbows on the edge of the flat wooden surface.

My heart flutters at the sight of him. His blue eyes. Chiseled jaw and cheek bones. And his curled wisps of hair, falling down in front of it face, disheveled the earlier battle.

"Pretty good?" I smirk at him, setting my glass down as well, "Is that all? I thought we were quite exceptional."

"I suppose we were Y/N, yes." He tries to hide his smile, throwing a quick glance around the office, "Only because of you though, you were stunning." I giggle, trying hard to hide the flush on my face, "How did you know so much about Werewolfs anyway?"

I pause, raising my eyebrow a bit in confusion, "My year with Newt? Remember?"

"Oh.." Theseus shifts awkwardly, his eyes flickering around the room again, "Yeah. Right. That." He sits up straight from his leaned position, adjusting his suit.

"Yeah.." I say, peering at him quizzically, "That."

"Hey!" He says, a bit too loudly, throwing a smile on his face, his eyes lighting up, "What do you say we go get some real drink? I'm tired of looking at work anyway," He rolls his eyes dramatically, "I need at least a week away from this place after the months we've had,"

He pops out of his seat and walks around the desk to me. With a little twist of his wrist and a bow, he holds his hand out to me, as if asking me to dance.

"M'lady?" He says,

I giggle, partially laughing at him, but mostly because of how nervous he makes me.

I take his hand, and follow him out of my office.

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"I DID NOT" Theseus yells, grinning from ear to ear. Realizing how loud he's being, he shrinks down a bit, his cheeks flushing bright pink from his embarrassment. Luckily, no one in the bar seems to mind, to entranced in their own affairs.

"Yes, you did!" I screech, giggling, "I SAW you with my own two eyes, don't even bother to hide it,"

"I don't know what you're talking about," He huffs, rolling his eyes

I sigh and relax into my chair, a soft smile on my face as I stare at him, admiring him.

Both of us are sat in the middle of the bar, on two large and luscious red velveted chairs. Between us is a low square coffee table, sat just below our knees, that is adorned with gold lining and decoration.

The warm, pinkish, glow emitting from the candles and stained-glass lamp above us only further illuminates his cheek bones and jaw, the way it tightens as his mind wanders. Even through the smile on his face, you can still see the reminisce of anger, distress, in his features.

"I don't know how I ever made do that year without you," He says, his voice deepens a bit, sincerely.

"Oh please," I shrug it off playfully, "You had Leta, and if I remember correctly, you two were all over each other when I left," I force a small laugh at the statement,

"Y/N." He says, a serious looking cresting over his features, he leans in towards me. He pauses a moment, taking exhaling deeply, "Me and Leta... we ended our engagement."

The air feels like it is sucked out of my lungs momentarily, "What.."

"6 months before her death," He casts his eyes down at his feet, "Right after I stopped getting letters from you,"

My mouth goes dry.

"But... but why? How could you let that happen?"

He sighs, dropping his head down, now almost curled over in his chair, "I had to let her go. She left me... because of you." He heart plumets, "Because of my feelings.. for you."

My heart begins to race a million miles per hour. My eyes widen. I can believe what I'm hearing.

Theseus gazes up at me, waiting for me to say something, but when I open my mouth to speak, I close it again immediately. After all of these years, I have rehearsed over and over again in my head what I would say if I told Theseus how I felt. On occasion, what I would say.. what I would do, if I ever found out that he felt the same way. Yet, I'm frozen.

Realizing I won't respond, he continues, "Y/N.." His voice sounds pleading, "I have loved you since Hogwarts. I have always loved you. And my feelings have only grown with every passing day," My heart flutters, "I didn't know how to tell you... so I didn't"

"B-but, you loved Leta," I say, "You loved Leta."

No matter what I do, I can't seem to put the pieces together in my head. It's also too unbelievable.

"I thought I did. She was attractive, sweet and smart.. and got along with Newt," He says softly, remembering the woman he lost, "But I confused romantic feelings with loving her as a friend. Once her and I had dated a few months, I began to wonder if I had made a mistake," He pauses, taking a deep slow breath, "By then, you had started talking about leaving for America with Newt for Dumbledore, and not long after that you were gone. I realized that you weren't going to be mine... so I tried to make it work with Leta," A bittersweet smile graces his features, "She saw right through me," He chuckles, "Confronted me about my feelings for you after I- well. After I stopped getting letters from you, I-" He hesitates, sitting up and clearing his throat a bit, "The point is, she confronted me. I had to admit to it. She told me she also had feelings for Newt. And that was the end of our engagement."

We both sit there in silence for a little while.

After all these years, he's always loved me.

He's always loved me back.

"Do you.. do you still love me?" I ask, bravely "Still."

My heart is pounding its way out of my chest. All I can do is fiddle with my hands as I anxiously wait for his confirmation.

His eyes soften as they lock with mine, "I will never stop loving you,"

I could have melted right there.

"Oh my lord, you dense oaf" I laugh, tossing the tiniest decorative pillow I have ever seen, from behind me, at him. He laughs, blocking it, causing it to bounce off his arm and land on the floor next to us. "You know, for being head of the British Auror Office, you are concerningly clueless," I say, "I have been helplessly in love with you since our 5th year,"

He laughs lightly, "Merlin... I wish I had known that a lot sooner,"

"Would have saved us a lot of heartache," I sigh, relaxing back into my chair and casting my gaze down to my lap.

"Hey, Y/N?" He says, "Can I kiss you?"

I've never smiled as big as I did right then. Butterflies in my stomach and blush dusting my cheeks, I nod eagerly.

He stands up from his seat and makes his way over to me. I stand up to meet him.

There he is.

Standing in front of me. Our noses brushing lightly against each other and our breaths mixing. Both of us are grinning like lovesick teenagers.

Being this close to him, getting to gaze into his magical blue eyes, getting to admire every detail on his face, makes me almost not even feel it needed to kiss him. Almost.

His hand finds its way to my waist, right above my hip. His grip is firm and yet careful.

Somehow, both slowly and with the urgency of a man who would die without it, he pulls me in and locks his lips with mine.

They're soft and warm, yet strong and assertive. I feel as though I am getting the life kissed out of me.

My body goes limp a bit as I lean into him, from my chest down to my toes, I am flushed against him.

He only pulls me in closer, kissing me with even more passion.

Only when I need air, in fact, a bit after that, do I pull away.

Both of us are breathing heavy, eyes darting from each other's eyes to each other's lips.

"I can't believe I didn't do that sooner," He says,

I break out into a smile and kiss him again. Both of us grinning against each other's lips.

"Oi! You two! Break it up! I don't care who you are! No one is getting down and dirty inside of my bar." The bartender yells at us,

We both pull away from each other, faces flushed, adjusting our clothes (and for one of us, ourselves) before going to escape from the peering eyes of those around us in the bar.

I sit back in my seat, to find that I have sat on something rather odd.

Standing up again, I turn to look at my seat.

"What is it, love?" Theseus asks, coming up behind me,

There on my seat, is the tiny decorative pillow that the two of us had cast away to the floor moments ago. On top of it, a small scroll of paper is displaying itself.

"It's Newt."

Stay Tuned for Pt. 2!!

(I love little outro songs <3)

[tisayemate]

Hi Lauren, happy new year!! 🥳 I hope you had a great start to the year and that it’ll bring you all good and joyful things!!

Would it be okay to make a request with Newt Scamander and reader? You see I’ve watched the 2nd movie again, and I was so sad that Teddy got hurt while helping Newt retrieving the blood pact pendant, I know he healed well, but I felt like ripping Newt a new one, although know he must feel bad for it too. She’s very kind, quiet, intelligent, and usually very calm, but when she finds about this, she really rips a new one and everyone is shocked of her outburst and Newt is all on his own in this. She tends to Teddy and spoils him rotten while he heals and Newt is in the dog house (no kisses, no hugs, no nothing for a while).

Frost

Newt Scamander x reader

Angsty but cute

Summary: When Teddy gets hurt, she turns cold, leaving Newt to earn back her trust while she spoils their injured Niffler rotten.

AN: Thank you lovely anon! Happy New Year to you too! I’d hope that you have the best, most fulfilling year you can get. I thought this was a pretty cute idea (it too broke me to see Teddy injured.) So I hope I got this plot right, this is the first ask that I’ve ever received so I’m really stoked for this. (You have no idea how excited I got when I saw this) Once again, thank you for asking. If I haven’t gotten it right, don’t be afraid to pop into my inbox/messages to drop down some constructive criticism/ amendments to make. Without further ado, let’s get to it!

Story under the cut

Newt Scamander sat at the wooden table in the small kitchen of your shared home, his hands wringing together anxiously. The usual warmth in the room seemed to have vanished, replaced by an icy tension that clung to every surface. Across from him, you paced back and forth, your quiet demeanor utterly shattered.

"You—you let him get hurt!" you snapped, your voice cracking with the sheer force of your emotions. Teddy, the mischievous Niffler who usually brought joy and chaos in equal measure, lay tucked in a makeshift bed by the fireplace, his tiny paw wrapped in bandages.

Newt flinched at your tone. "I didn’t mean for—"

"Didn’t mean to?!" you cut him off, your usual calm and gentle nature nowhere to be found. "You knew he’d follow you into danger! He always does because he adores you, Newt! And look at him now!"

Your voice, usually so soothing, now carried a sharp edge that startled even you. But the sight of Teddy injured, his usual cheeky energy dulled by pain, had unleashed a storm within you that couldn’t be contained. You glared at Newt, your chest heaving as you struggled to keep your composure.

"He was trying to help," Newt said softly, his voice thick with guilt. "I never wanted him to get hurt, love. I… I thought I could keep him safe."

"Well, you didn’t!" you snapped, and Newt’s head hung lower. "He’s just a baby, Newt! A baby! And you dragged him into some reckless mission that could have… that could have…" Your voice broke, and you turned away, blinking back tears.

Newt stood slowly, his hands reaching out to you, but you stepped away, your arms crossing protectively over your chest. "Don’t," you warned. "Not until I… not until I can trust you again."

He froze, his outstretched hand dropping to his side. The weight of your words settled heavily on his shoulders, and he looked over at Teddy, who stirred slightly in his bed. Newt’s heart ached with guilt and sorrow.

Turning your back on Newt, you knelt by Teddy, stroking his fur gently. "Oh, my sweet boy," you murmured, your voice trembling with affection. "You’re so brave, aren’t you? But no more heroics, you hear me? You’re going to rest and recover, and I’ll take care of you."

Teddy let out a small, contented chirp, his little paw curling around your finger. You smiled softly, tears threatening to spill over again as you whispered promises of treats and snuggles to the injured creature.

Behind you, Newt watched helplessly, his heart breaking at the sight of you turning all your love and attention toward Teddy while he was left out in the cold. For days, the frostiness between you lingered. You tended to Teddy with tender care, showering him with affection and little treats, while Newt remained in the doghouse. No hugs, no kisses, no soft smiles meant for him—only the occasional glance, and even those were weighted with disappointment.

One evening, desperate to make things right, Newt crept into the kitchen while you were preparing Teddy’s dinner. In his hands, he held a small bouquet of wildflowers, their vibrant colors dulled slightly by his nervous grip.

"I picked these for you," he said tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know they can’t make up for what happened, but I wanted to… to show you how sorry I am."

You paused, glancing at the flowers before returning your focus to the task at hand. "It’s not flowers I need, Newt," you said quietly. "I need to know you’ll think before putting him in harm’s way again."

Newt’s shoulders slumped, but he nodded earnestly. "I promise. I’ll do better. I… I’ll earn back your trust."

Your hands stilled, and you turned to face him fully. The sincerity in his eyes melted a bit of the ice around your heart, but you weren’t ready to forgive completely. Not yet. "It’s going to take time, Newt."

"I’ll wait," he said without hesitation. "As long as it takes."

For the first time in days, a faint smile tugged at your lips. "Alright," you said softly. "Now go sit with Teddy. He’s missed you."

Newt’s face brightened, and he hurried to Teddy’s side, his fingers brushing gently over the Niffler’s fur. As you watched them, the warmth began to seep back into the room, a small step toward mending what had been broken.

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Specifically writing the missing 1k words to get me to the next chapter for the person who added my fic to their —

list.

Because y’all —

I WILL NEVER GIVE UP ON TEEN!THESEUS & BB!NEWT. The absolute audacity to suggest it🥺😭😭

I love them your honor

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

Newt Scamander masterlist nav. megalist bth

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to me, you’re… everything

Newt showing his love to y/n(she/her)

good morning, love

waking up with Newt

[lirarey]

Soulmate!AU, where soulmates who take/feel each other's moods. Tina doesn't really believe in soulmates, but she understands perfectly well when "this lover of magical animals" is happy about another find/worries about one of his pets. Unlike canon, she is more skeptical about him. Newt, in turn, doesn't realize their connection... But one day, Tina feels a sharp pain in her chest, as if she was wounded. She frantically remembers that in his last letter, Newt mentioned the habitat of the Jackalope (let's say, somewhere in America). She goes there, but... Too late.

"Don't you British have a hospital for wizards?" Her voice croaks against her will, giving away all her emotions.

"Yes," he looks up at her, "but I'm afraid it won't help me anymore."

"I never understood why you risk yourself like that." Tears stream down her cheeks from the realization of her own helplessness.

Newt's pain echoes as well. Tina holds on to this feeling with all her might, afraid to miss the moment when it disappears.

"No one else will help or save me." A ragged sigh. "And also... I like to see you smile. Let at least a piece of my joy be transmitted to you..."

"So you... knew?"

Yes, Tina didn't want to openly admit their connection. Miss Goldstein herself, one of the successful Aurors, wasn't met with such an awkward soulmate. Always hunched over, awkwardly looking away, disheveled hair and fanatical devotion to magical animals. The irony of fate, no less.

"By accident. When I saved you at the Ministry. The mixture of your fear and relief was so vivid... Unexpected for such a serious girl." Newt smiles. Smiling at her. At the girl who had always been skeptical of him. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

For the last time.

[creative-girl]

I really need some kind of encouragement to write my Fantastic Beasts fic. I have been feeling so insecure about it, please ask me questions.

It's Fantastic Beasts re-write, the pasts of the characters are different as well. It doesn't have much difference but still a lot. I have OCs, I love making OCs and don't worry they blend in perfectly with the world (at least I hope they do).

Right now I am working on a prequel to all this. This prequel is called "Something Wild (Calls You Home)". It starts on 1914 and ends on 1922. It focuses on Newt and Tina's lives during this time. They don't even know the other exist. It will have alternating POVs.

Newt is expelled and his parents are throwing him out and in desperation he reaches out to Albus Dumbledore who helps him secure a interview with Magizoologist Robert Lee to be his assistant. He gets hired and travels the world (mostly Europe) with him and his other assistants John Mason, Violet Prescot and Andrew Miller.

In this fic Tina is two years older than Newt (unlike canon where she is four years younger). She works a desk job in MACUSA with her friend Lally. She dislikes her job but she has no choice because she needs the job. But something happens that reminds her of her childhood dream of being an auror and she joins the academy.

There are characters that are also featured or mentioned here such as: Theseus, Leta, Queenie, Lally and Percival.

Albus Dumbledore will play a big role and we'll see how Newt and Dumbledore created that bond that we see in canon.

We will also see Grindelwald's rise to power in the 1910s.

I have a lot of criticism about canon and with each chapter i will try to explain why I am doing what i am doing because I love to talk.

OCs also include April and Lewis Scamander, Theseus and Newt's parents. There are other family members too that are mentioned.

It will have a lot of angst as well

[ay0nha]

Some Unholy War | Theseus Scamander (IV)

SUMMARY: Theseus was always talented in thinking clearly. Logically. He wanted you to be wrong, but your instincts pushed you to keep moving. It was the only way to stay one step ahead of Sinclair. It contrasted Theseus’ plan to stay put within the walls of the Ministry. You contrasted his very being. 

PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x f!reader  

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

WARNINGS: canon-typical things, flashback of sorts, mutual pining, semi enemies-to- lovers, always a protective Theseus, SLOW burn, etc.

A/N: HELLO. Again, this took me longer than I would have liked. So, rather than rushing it, I’m going to break it up into two parts...I’m going to take a lil break to get my head together, but I’m v excited in how this second part is going to go!!! So, stay tuned...As always, thank you, @kalllistos​​​​. Comments are always welcomed. Enjoy.

PART I, PART II, PART III

Effort was a comical notion.

Magic required it at times, just as breathing did. The effort now felt good, worth it. The icy air that reached the ends of your lungs stung. Yet, each breath was quieter, the effort only coming in the form of physical mechanics of pushing a warm breath back out that the air around you marked.

“Are you mad?” Theseus’ exclamation hadn’t taken any exertion. The pent-up anger almost made you flinch. Theseus yelled after you as you continued forward. He never begged you to stop; he told you. Sometimes you’d listen just to display your wit.

You were quiet, entering the idyllic fog, hoping it would swallow you whole.

“Keep up….” Your voice was airy, the instruction more for yourself. The memory was faded, your mind trying to hold onto it as it threatened to slip between your fingers.

It started in Theseus’ office—a muddled memory overlapping with the friction of everything around you. It was more a feeling, something foggy and unrestrained that called you forward. It felt a bit like apparating, where your body didn’t quite belong for the moments it took to find your footing again.

You scolded yourself for not seeing it clearly; that was the thing about divination.

Although studied meticulously, its real trait was its vitality.  It shifted and molded. Evolved.  It made even more concrete things seem like rubber, rejecting electricity with an uncanny ability to mold into shapes unknown. It was the type of thing that could be so exciting to happen just to become something so vague that it no longer held value to it.

Theseus’ words were drowned out as your ears produced a ringing. All you could hear was your shaky breaths, and all you could see was a faint familiarity with your surroundings. Even your stumbling steps backward felt practiced.

Your breath became labored as the hazy recollection returned. Even through the blur, you saw how the tips of his ears and nose burned red with frustration. It was a trait of his that remained as he rose so many inches he towered over you, and his hair curled the longer her let it grow.

The years did nothing to change it.

“This is it….” Your fingers fumbled with a curl at the nape of his neck. His hair was long, longer than he usually kept it. Time had gotten the better of him. How could you be so blind?

Theseus’ tirade wavered. He was supposed to be angry. He was supposed to do so many things, but your touch felt like an enchantment. It reminded him of how dangerous you could be.

The walnut of Theseus’ wand was always stiff, but it cast its spells briskly and powerfully. Ollivander told him it wasn’t rare to be drawn to the material, but it scarcely paired with dragon heartstring. Because of the extreme dominance of this wood, the core was stoic and gentle and had done Theseus well from the moment he received it. Yet, pressed against your chest to stall your next step, it felt that even the wand knew it was a misguided action.

“Don’t be foolish, Theseus.” You spat at the gesture. His wand only pressed into your chest as if trying to will away his emotions. “Don’t you recognize where we are?”

He shook his head. If he looked beside him, he knew he would crumble.

You tried to reason, “We couldn’t stay there. The Ministry—

“We’re going back.” Although his voice was steady, emotion wavered in his eyes. “I won’t fall into your trap. You can’t just—

“It’s too late.” You pushed forward, the wood digging into your clavicle with drive. “I’m ruined anyways.” The invariability of the words reflected your decision.  “By your hand or his.”

Theseus was always talented in thinking clearly. Logically. He wanted you to be wrong, but your instincts pushed you to keep moving. It was the only way to stay one step ahead of Sinclair. It contrasted Theseus’ plan to stay within the Ministry's walls.

You contrasted his very being.

“Why did you bring me here?” Anger drifted from Theseus’ voice, and the space it abandoned was soon tenanted by something else—a kind of endearment, muslin light.

Theseus first brought you there for a quiet you didn’t know you needed. It was ambient full of croaking creatures and twigs snapping from the pressure of unknown forces. It was a blissful oasis that lured you into its dark depths.

The environment was damp, still reflecting the country’s dreariness. It was hidden, though. A broken-off path Theseus—well, Newt—had stumbled upon in childhood. It was a good hiding place to play, to sneak, and for you to abuse.

“I didn’t see it coming.” It felt strange to admit your best-hidden secret. “Any of it.” Your eyes remained on Theseus, willing trust to transfer. “But I just couldn’t—I knew deep down, I couldn’t lose everything.”

One time, you came to read Theseus’ palm under the full moon—a silly excuse to feel the weight of his hand in yours. The times following grew, the touches still shy with adolescence but bolder in a discovery of emotion.

The memory was a shared favorite, an inside joke of sorts to make the other feel warmth in your fingers that spread to the center of your chest. You hadn’t meant to bastardize it, but its safety was all you could rely on.

“But this, I saw this.” You would continue until Theseus understood. You had told him of your vision all those years ago. It was your only justifiable proof. “This needs to happen.”

Recognition flashed across his features.

Theseus dropped his wand with a tight breath. Looking to the sky, he became lost in turmoil. Once his gaze hit the dirt beneath his feet, it did nothing to aid him. You watched his fingers pull through the hair at the back of his head as if unraveling an answer.

You spoke when his hand fit over his mouth in frustration. “You promised me.”

“We were teenagers.” He snapped, denying the truth. “What did I know about prophecies?”

“Enough to believe me.” You felt young again, begging Theseus to revert with you. You wanted to hear his reassurances, his bold-faced vows to remain by your side despite the trouble you found.

That holiday, you told him everything—your plans to run away, the images that flashed in your dreams of the future, and how he centered them all as an essential turning point.  It spilled out of you, and you couldn’t stop. At the time, the swampy place was at the core unbeknownst.

If Theseus had known, he may not have regretted the promise to always be there for you. No questions asked. It sounded embarrassingly naive. You could still hear how desperately he wanted you to believe him. Even then, you knew it would lead to something like this.

Even then, just as now, you diminished how well Theseus knew you. “What aren’t you telling me?”

[marauders1971-1978]

A fic with this vibe?

It's the mid 80s. Remus Lupin is penniless, homeless, out of work and isolated. Newt Scamander is getting bored of Ministry-approved subjects and is looking for a werewolf to study. A suspicious advertisement for a Research Assistant in the Prophet brings the two together in a lonely workshop turned menagerie on the outskirts of the New Forest. Remus is there for the unusually modest pay and absolutely not because the researcher he's working alongside has Lily's eyes, James' boundless enthusiasm and Sirius' gentle hands.

~ * ~

The sunlight was waning behind them and the low streaks of light pierced through the trees, dappling the wet marsh before them in evening gold. Remus’ feet were numb, but he wasn’t willing to complain, and instead focused his attention on the clumps of mud and thick reeds that poked above the surface of the deeper areas, waiting for magical activity.

Newt leaned in slightly, so that their heads were close enough for Remus to catch his low whisper.

“They come out at sunset of course, but I suspect it’s because of the dappling. They can be quite lonely creatures, but a facsimile of your kin is sometimes enough.”

Facsimile of Kin - BeckettSimpleton - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

9k words. 3 chapters. Complete

[amethystandemma]

Newtangeline WIP

Evangeline woke up the next morning, her body extremely sore. She blinked slowly, her eyes struggling to adjust to the rising morning light.

She couldn’t remember how she had gotten where she was, or where she even had been sleeping.

Then, she saw Newt’s slumped over body and began to recall the events leading up to this in a series of flashes.

Grindelwald standing over Newt’s case… a wave of pain hitting her… collapsing to the ground…

While looking around, she saw a figure sitting at the edge of her bed. Newt. She would recognize that peacock blue coat and dirty blonde hair anywhere.

The Magizoologist’s body was hunched over in a chair, his forehead against the bed. His shirt was rumpled and there were large bags under his eyes, as if he had tried to stay awake.

Still, he held onto her hand, even in sleep.

“Newt?” Evangeline asked softly, her voice groggy from sleep.

He began to stir, a soft groan coming from his mouth. At first, he looked extremely disoriented, as if he was confused as to when he had fallen asleep.

As soon as his eyes made contact with hers, he bolted upright.

“Eva,” he breathed, his voice filled with relief. “You’re awake.”

[leahsflwer]

[IN THE MAKING]

[IN THE MAKING]

[uefb]

I have so many one-shots in my one-shot folder right now I don’t even know where to start… So here’s the opening of a new one I started writing in my head while driving today! 🫠

[4theseus-s]

newt: when's the last time you slept?

theseus: uh...a few days ago, i think

newt: a few- how many?!

theseus: uh...*starts counting on fingers* i need more fingers...

newt: what you need is sleep!

[freedomforthewin]

Cause and Effect

Content Warning: suicide attempt via drowning, witnessing suicide attempt of someone character is close to, witnessing the death of someone character is close to, and emotional distress.

*Jacob and Tina, who's holding a manual in her hand, search for Newt, calling desperately for him. As they're doing so, they bump into Theseus.*

Jacob: Theseus!

Tina: You're alive?!?!

Theseus: *confused by their reaction to seeing him* Yes, I am. Why wouldn't I be?

Tina: *takes out her wand* Wait, I need to be sure it's really you.

Theseus: What's going---

Tina: *urgently* How did you and I meet?

*Theseus pauses, confused, but decides to just go with it.*

Theseus: We met at the French Ministry of Magic. *awkwardly* You tied me to a chair and sent me flying backwards.

*Tina keeps her wand pointed at him, briefly contemplating, before sighing in relief and lowering it.*

Theseus: You both want to tell me what's going on?

Jacob: Newt thinks you're dead.

Theseus: What? Why would he---

Tina: *hastily* He saw you die. Grindelwald killed you, or, I guess, someone who looked like you, in front of him.

Jacob: *stressed out* You need to find him.

*Theseus is stunned, trying to process what they said.*

Tina: Please, Theseus. We don't know where he is. Jacob and I tried to comfort him, but he was inconsolable. Then, he just left me his manual on how to take care of his creatures, said his case was at his home, and disapparated. We don't know where.

*Theseus looks at her in horror.*

Jacob: We think he might try to... you know...

Theseus: *quickly* Okay, I'll look for him.

Tina: If you find him, send your patronus with a message saying that you found him. If we find him, I'll do the same.

*Theseus nods and then goes off, looking around for sometime before coming across a cliff hanging over the ocean. Though it's dark out, he could make out Newt's tall form and wavy hair. Theseus notices that Newt is looking over the edge. Theseus looks at the scene in front of him in horror. Newt proceeds to jump off the cliff into the ocean below.*

Theseus: NEWT!!!

*Theseus runs to the edge of the cliff and looks down. He sees Newt crash into the water. He jumps after Newt. When Theseus falls into the water, he takes out his wand, casts the Bubble-Head Charm on himself so he can breathe underwater, casts "Lumos", and goes underwater to search for Newt. When Theseus finds and reaches him, Theseus grabs him, drags him up to the surface, and swims to shore. Theseus steps onto land, carrying his unconscious younger brother, the bubble around Theseus's face disappearing as he does so. Theseus lays Newt down on the sand and starts performing CPR on Newt.*

*Newt eventually wakes up and starts coughing water up. Theseus sighs in relief. When Newt finishes, he lies back down and looks up at his older brother.*

Newt: *smiling dazedly* Theseus.

Theseus: What were you thinking???

*Newt places his palm on the side of Theseus's face and strokes the side of Theseus's hair with his fingers.*

Newt: Theseus.

*Theseus notices his brother is slightly delirious. Theseus closes his eyes, looks down, and takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. He looks at Newt.*

Theseus: *softly* Newt, why did you do it?

*Newt doesn't speak for some time. He's just happy to see his brother. Theseus gives up asking and looks at Newt sadly.*

Newt: *lowers his hand to the ground* I'm glad you're the one who came to get me. *looks around* When do we get to walk into the light? I think there's supposed to be a light, isn't there?

Theseus: No. No, because you're not dead. You're alive, Newt.

*Newt's smile starts to fade.*

Newt: What?

Theseus: You're alive. I saved you.

*Newt gets confused and starts to panic at the failure of his attempt to die, but he tries to calm himself down.*

Newt: Are you a ghost?

Theseus: *making his voice gentle* No, Newt. I'm alive, too.

*Newt stares at him in shock*

Newt: But, how? I saw you die.

Theseus: *shakes his head* No, I didn't die.

Theseus: I bumped into Tina and Jacob a little while ago. They told me you saw Grindelwald kill me. That wasn't me. Grindelwald tricked you.

Newt: *tears forming in his eyes* How do I know you're really my brother? How do I know you telling me this isn't some cruel trick? That, that you're not just pretending to be Theseus when he's really de-ead?

Theseus: *softly* Tina asked me a question to make sure I was really myself. She asked me how I first met her. I told her that we met at the French Ministry of Magic and that she tied me to a chair and sent me flying backwards. You were with her at the time and saw that. I think you can verify my answer is correct, yes?

*Newt knows that that's the right answer, but he still looks at Theseus suspiciously.*

Theseus: Take out your wand, and place the revealing charm on me.

*Newt does that and is surprised to see that Theseus doesn't transform into anyone else.*

Newt: It's really you?

Theseus: *smiles gently* It's really me.

*Newt lets out a sigh and looks away from Theseus, a mournful look in Newt's eyes. Theseus places his hand on the side of Newt's head, his fingers behind Newt's head and his thumb on the side of it. He gently strokes Newt's head with his thumb, trying to comfort him. Newt presses his lips together, and scrunches his eyes shut.*

Theseus: *soothingly* It's alright. It's alright.

Newt: *voice breaking* I thought you di-ied.

Theseus: I know. I know, Newt. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. *pauses* I'm so sorry Grindelwald did this.

*Theseus stays silent for a bit, trying to soothe his little brother.*

Theseus: You can't just kill yourself though.

*Newt doesn't say anything.*

Theseus: Newt---

Newt: *shaking his head* No, please don't. You don't know what it was like.

*Theseus looks at his brother sadly.*

Theseus: Newt---

*Tears begin to spill down Newt's cheeks.*

Newt: *hoarsely* No! No...It happened so fast...One second you were alive, the next you were dead...All of a sudden you were dead!

Theseus: Newt---

*Newt shakes his head before speaking.*

Newt: *brokenly* You wouldn't wake up. I tried to shake you awake, but you just wouldn't wake up.

*Theseus looks at him, a heartbroken expression on Theseus's face.*

Newt: *sobbing* You would-n't wa-ake u-up.

*Theseus pulls Newt into his arms, forgetting that Newt doesn't like hugs and only thinking to comfort Newt the way Theseus knew how. But, despite Newt not typically being one for physical affection, he was clutching Theseus tightly and desperately, as if he was afraid Theseus would suddenly disappear. Newt cries into Theseus's shoulder, the pain in Newt's cries making Theseus's heart ache. Theseus solemnly closes his eyes and lays his head against Newt's head, his arms tightening the hug. Theseus opens his eyes.*

Newt: *sobbing* Please don't leave m-me.

Theseus: *softly* I won't. I won't, Newt. *rubbing Newt's back* It's alright. It's alright.

*Theseus turns his head to kiss the back of Newt's head before turning back and rocking him back and forth, gently stroking Newt's back. After some time, Newt's cries die down.*

Theseus: I'm going to take you to St. Mungo's. Have them check you over. You almost drowned.

*Newt doesn't say anything, and Theseus pauses before speaking.*

Theseus: *cautiously* I'm also going to have to tell them you tried to kill yourself.

*Newt pulls out of the hug and looks at him, worried.*

Theseus: It's going to be okay. They're just going to want to make sure you're okay and help you. That's all.

*He caresses Newt's shoulder, trying to reassure him.*

Theseus: *gently* Okay?

*Newt hesitates at first. Then, he sighs and nods.*

*Theseus stands up, helping his brother up as he does so, and he apparates the two of them away from the beach they were on. He casts cleaning and drying charms on Newt and then himself. Then, he takes Newt's hand.*

Theseus: Alright. Ready to go?

*Newt nods. Theseus then apparates them to St. Mungo's.*

*He guides Newt to a chair in the lobby and goes to the receptionist's desk to inform her about what happened, including Newt's attempted suicide. Then, he walks back over to his younger brother and settles down in a chair next to him. Theseus looks over at Newt, places his hand on Newt's shoulder, and rubs said shoulder. Newt lays his head against his older brother's shoulder. Theseus moves his arm, wraps it around Newt, and lays his head against Newt's. They stay like that until a healer comes to get Newt.*

*Theseus comes in to help explain what happened. As he does so, he remembers that he had promised to send Tina and Jacob a patronus when he found Newt.*

*Soon, it becomes time for the healers to perform surgery on Newt. Theseus goes back to the lobby and sits down. He takes out his wand and sends his patronus to Tina and Jacob with a message to let them know he found Newt and what happened.*

*Then, he sighs, placing his forehead in the palms of his hands. After some time, he feels a hand on his shoulder. He looks up and sees Tina. Jacob is next to her. Theseus lowers his gaze, and they both sit on opposite sides of him, looking worried for Newt. The three of them sit in a mutual silence. Then, Theseus speaks up.*

Theseus: After they finish the surgery, they're going to evaluate him to see if they should keep him in a 72-hour hold for a suicide watch.

Tina: *quietly* That's probably for the best.

Theseus: *shaking his head* I can't believe he actually jumped.

*Tina places her hand on his shoulder; Jacob does the same on the other shoulder. Theseus's eyes slowly fill with tears, and he places his head into his hands. His shoulders begin to shake as he takes sharp breaths. Tina and Jacob look at him sadly, and then they proceed to rub his shoulders. After a while, Theseus speaks up.*

Theseus: *shakily* If I had come any later than I did, I wouldn't have seen him jump. I wouldn't have known.

*Tina starts to rub comforting circles on his back as Jacob caresses Theseus's shoulder.*

Tina: *gently* There's no use in thinking about the "what ifs".

Jacob: Yeah. What happened is what matters, not the "what ifs". You found him. And you found him in time.

Theseus: Yes, but what if---

Tina: *firmly* Theseus.

*Theseus takes a shaky breath, his head still in his hands.*

Tina: *softly* Don't do this to yourself.

*She strokes Theseus's shoulder.*

Tina: Don't do this to yourself.

*Theseus doesn't say anything.*

Newt: H-hello.

*Tina and Jacob look up, surprised. They hadn't heard him come.*

Tina: Newt! Are you alright?

Newt: *reassuring her and Jacob* Yes, I'm fine.

*Newt gazes at his brother. Theseus was slowly lowering his hands, but he didn't look up. Newt looks at him sorrowfully; then he walks up to Theseus and kneels down, takes Theseus's hands, and rubs comforting circles on them. He looks back at his brother mournfully.*

*Theseus's eyes finally meets Newt's. Theseus just looks at Newt with a tortured expression on his face, his eyes and cheeks wet. Theseus scrunches his eyes shut and lowers his head, his breathing uneven.*

*Newt, knowing that his brother needs a hug, stands back up and pulls him into one. Theseus hugs him back tightly. Newt could hear him sniffling and taking sharp breaths. Newt pulls him in tighter.*

*After a little bit, Newt remembers that they're in a waiting room.*

Newt: I think we should go home now.

*He holds Theseus for a few seconds longer before carefully pulling out of the hug but keeping his hands on both sides of Theseus. Theseus hangs his head low.*

Newt: *gently* Ready?

*The older brother takes a few shaky breaths before nodding.*

*Newt looks at Tina, who then stands up and motions for Jacob to do so as well, which he does. Newt helps Theseus up and then takes Jacob's and Tina's hands. Tina offers her hand to Theseus, who takes it. Newt apparates them to his apartment.*

*Newt takes a piece of paper out of his pocket and sets it on the dining table. He gestures to his yellow couch, and all of them walk towards it. Tina and Jacob sit on the ends, and Newt and Theseus sit in the middle. No one says anything at first.*

Tina: Did they fix the water damage? Are you going to be alright?

Newt: Yes. I had surgery, and it went fine.

Jacob: *concerned* And the suicide attempt? Did they evaluate you?

*Newt pauses. The conversation was heading into uncomfortable territory. Uncomfortable, but he knew it was necessary.*

Newt: Yes, they evaluated me for a suicide watch. *reassuringly* But, I don't meet the criteria for a 72-hour hold.

Jacob: Are you sure you don't need it though? I mean, yeah, Theseus *points to Theseus* is alive; you seeing Grindelwald kill him is what triggered this, but still. You just tried to kill yourself!

Newt: The mind healer that evaluated me thought I didn't need it because I hadn't been feeling this way for long, I wasn't depressed, I didn't have any other mental health concerns, and I didn't show any other warning signs. This was a one-time thing, and it turned out Theseus was actually alive after all.

Newt: But after the evaluation, the mind healer and I came up with an emergency plan in case something like this happens again.

Tina: *relieved* Great.

Theseus: *struggling to speak* What happens now?

*Newt looks at Theseus, who looks back at him morosely. Newt places his hand on Theseus's shoulder.*

Newt: Well, today was the first appointment. She wants to see me again, and then we'll see where we go from there.

Theseus: *voice cracking* Good.

*Newt rubs Theseus's shoulder. Theseus sniffles and presses his lips shut. No one speaks for some time.*

Theseus: You almost died.

*Newt doesn't say anything.*

Theseus: *in a trembling voice* If I had come seconds, seconds later, you very easily could've. If I had come any later, I wouldn't have seen you jump, no one would have any idea where you were, and the entire time you would've been dead.

*Newt remains silent, not knowing what to say.*

*Theseus turns toward Newt, tears in Theseus's eyes.*

Theseus: You thought I was dead, but I wasn't really. But I almost lost you for real.

*Tears begin to fill Newt's eyes, a pained expression on his face as he looks at Theseus. The tears begin to roll down the younger brother's cheeks, and Theseus pulls him into a hug. Newt stiffens before returning the hug.*

*As they cry in each others arms, Jacob and Tina look at them sadly before looking at each other. Jacob motions to Tina for her and him to leave. They get up and leave the room, go to the kitchen, and sit at the table, thinking.*

Tina: *in a low voice* Grindelwald needs to be stopped. He can't get away with doing this to people.

*Jacob nods. Both of them sit in silence for some time.*

Theseus: *to Newt* You made an emergency plan, right? Can we go over it together?

*Theseus heard Newt sniffle before feeling Newt's head nod yes. They slowly stand up. Theseus places his arm around Newt's shoulder, and they walk over to the dining table in the kitchen. Jacob and Tina look up at them solemnly.*

*Newt picks up the paper with his emergency plan on it. He stares at it before glancing at his friends and then lowering his gaze.*

Newt: Th-Theseus wants to go over my emergency plan.

Jacob: *nods* Sounds good. Can you share it with us, too?

Tina: If that's okay with you?

*Newt hesitates, but he knows they care about him.*

Newt: Yes.

*Newt tentatively shows his plan to the three of them. As they read it, Theseus keeps his arm around Newt's shoulder. Newt lays his head against Theseus's shoulder and pulls himself closer to Theseus.*

Theseus: *to Newt* Are you nervous?

*Newt hesitates but then nods.*

Theseus: Why are you nervous?

Newt: *muttering* I don't know. It's just all a bit scary, I guess.

*Tina places her hand on Newts arm and smiles reassuringly.*

Tina: Don't be nervous.

Jacob: Yeah. We just want to help you, man. We care about you.

*Newt gives his friends a small smile, then he looks up at Theseus while keeping his head on Theseus's shoulder. Theseus smiles at him and nods reassuringly. Newt softly smiles back. His head turns back towards Jacob and Tina, and he nods.*

Tina: *gesturing to Newt's written plan* Are you sure it's alright if we look at this?

Newt: Yes.

*Tina, Jacob, and Theseus look at the plan, Theseus rubbing Newt's arm the whole time they were reading the plan. Newt's mouth curls into a small smile as he watches his friends and brother read it. They care about him so much.*