#newt being adorable

[cherry-pop-elf]

Late Night Cutie Pie

Newt Scamander X Knight Bus Worker! Reader

((Can be read as platonic))

While working on the bus, a famous little face pops itself into the open doors. A sweetheart that’s been stressed out of his mind, and you do what you do best. Help those in need. Along with show you might have a talent for Nifflers, on top of a talent for flustering Magizoologists

Warnings: very adorable fluff, tooth rotting fluff, fluster newt, newt being painfully adorable, and of course TEDDY SHENANIGANS

“Ooooo we got a celebrity joining us tonight-!” You heard you coworker, a talking head, shout to you. You wondered who that could be, as you finished tidying up the beds. Ready for whatever lost soul is needing a good rest. Pillows fluffed, blankets laid out, and wheels oiled to keep people from flying.

“Oh no no. Im not celebrity-“ A almost timid voice would speak, as you hurried down from the upper floor. Once your shoes hit the ground, your eyes went wide with who they landed on. A man in a blue jacket, fluffy hair, and a suit case in hand. Newt Scamander. In the flesh.

“No way-“ You whispered, before those big blue eyes were on you. He gave a shy little wave, before rummaging in his pocket. Pulling out his ticket, and snapping you back to reality. As instinct, you were quick to sort it out. Not even needing to look at your hands, as you kept them on him. Snip, snap, POP, done!

“Normally we never pry, but uh. What’s a guy like you doing on a bus like ours-?” You asked. You were a Knight Bus Worker. You had to be social, after all. So being direct with people, no matter the face, is an important skill to have. One that was leaving him embarrassed.

“Well, seems you know who I am. Guess you can kinda put two and two together. Not many people trust that I’ll keep my friends under control.” He admits, with a smile that said it hurt him. They were animals. Not their fault after all. You won’t lie, though. It’s touching how he would simply turn those people away. Compared to following their rules, and leaving his friends behind.

“I mean, we’ve had the shadiest people come on here. Better to have Hippogriff shit on the bed than human shit. Least with a bird like that, you know they couldn’t help it.” You would put, rather bluntly, which had him smile. Knowing he wouldn’t be a burden to anyone on the bus, given you were being very direct with him. Compared to sugar coating, or babying him because of his Hufflepuff nature. People tended to do that, and even he was getting annoyed. A welcome change it was.

“I’ll take you to the upper floor, so you can have more room. Not a lot of people go up there, because of motion sickness. So you’ll have plenty of room to stretch your legs-!” You comforted, as you were making his night. A place to actually rest, and work with his care. You were just his angel. He wanted to hug you so badly, and you can tell with his arms tensing. Once a Hufflepuff, always a Hufflepuff.

“Bring it in-“ You reassured, and he nearly lifted you off the ground. Made you wheeze, but you couldn’t deny it. Hufflepuffs gave the best hugs. Not many people liked to treat you more than part of the bus, so it was a very nice change. Felt good to get a hug.

“Truly, I am so grateful. Be nice to sleep in a bed for a while. Not to say I do not enjoy nature, but we all live in certain environments for a reason after all." The older man said, when he finally set you free. Must be so hard, world traveling. Maybe he was home sick, so he was back in England for a while. Maybe animals were in need. Who knows! You just know he needed rest.

"Come on up then." You would escort him to the second floor of the double decker bus, and would lead him to a freshly made bed. You also made sure the frame was secure, wheels smooth, anything that could cause issues in his stay. Just wanting him to get some rest. As you did, you were not aware of Newt having a panic attack behind you. The moment you turned; he quickly hid his suitcase. Smiling big, with eyes darting everywhere.

"Doing alright? Seem a bit shaken, what's up?" You asked, as he keeps his nervous smile. A tug at his collar, before his eyes were now staring at something behind you. That made you raise a brow, before you slowly turned around. Just as you did, something jumped on you. You gave a shout, before you were tumbling into the once Hufflepuff. Both of you crashing to the ground.

"TEDDY-! NO! WEVE BEEN OVER THIS-!" You heard him shout, as you were helped up. Now you had a niffler choking you out, given he was dangling off your lanyard. Now knowing it was a niffler, you weren't upset. Your lanyard had many shiny pins and buttons. It can't be helped.

"Aw, you want a pin?" You cooed, as you soon scooped the little gremlin into your arms. Him still holding the lanyard, as Newt calmed down. Surprised to see Teddy calm as well. Just looking up at you with those big eyes. Sparkling with desire. You knew what to do, given many a child has ridden the bus. For one reason or another.

"Here is a nice shiny pin, all for you." You smiled, as you rummaged in your pocket. Soon you had a pin in hand, designed to look like the knight bus. With glittery windows, that made it sparkle like stars. That had the niffler let go of the lanyard, and make grabby hands for the pin. Into his tiny hands it went, and he hugged it tightly. A little chirp of happiness, before it went into his pouch. Safe and sound. Now he was satisfied, for the time being.

"Amazing..." Newt whispered, before he would take Teddy back. The little guy was quick to pull the new possession out, and showed it to his dad. Newt gave a 'ooo' and his eyes sparkled all the same. Just like a father, to a toddler. Melted your heart, to see a bond. How he kissed Teddy's head, and he gave chirps of joy.

"You have a talent for animals, I can see it clear as day. Teddy is always a handful, but like that you had it under control. No panic, and quick to find a solution. Amazing." He praised you, resulting a heavy blush on your face. What a praise and honor it was. Newt Scamander, praising your skills.

"Toddlers and nifflers are basically the same thing." You brushed off, before the bus was quick to make its sharp stop. You didnt move a inch, of course, but the father and son went flying. You winced, when Newt slammed into the window. He did, however, made sure to keep teddy wrapped around his arms. Pressed into his chest, so that the little thing suffered as little damage as possible. Such a pure soul.

"There is a reason we have complinetry sleeping potions and pain killers. Check the bedside table, back to work I go!" You waved goodbye, with Teddy waving bye as well. Since his dad was busy with new back pain.

Just like how it always was. Taking tickets, escorting newbies, comforting lost children, punching a drunk here and there. A typical night for the bus. As it was getting closer to the end of your shift, you would go and check on the famous celebrity. Up the stairs, and to the second floor.

There he was. His brief case locked to the bed frame, with an enchanted chain, and his coat hung up. His face pressed into the pillow, showing his knocked out face. Drooling, in a much needed rest. All the while little Teddy was snuggled close to his father. His face tucked under the man’s chin, and tiny hands hugging his dress shirt close. Safe, under the man’s arm.

You would sneak over, and make sure the blanket was pulled high enough for him and Teddy. Poor souls needed it. You wouldn’t be surprised if he would spend a few nights here. As if you would complain. The company would be needed, and who knows. Maybe a Pest Control guy would be needed. Sure get wild animagi coming in sometimes.

With Newt tucked in, and adjusting the pillow for Teddy, you would return down the stairs. All to be teased by that talking head for growing overly friendly with the celebrity. All it took was a flick, and he was spinning. That had you laugh, as you stretched.

Never a dull night, on that bus.

[iasconsumesmedia]

The ass who stole my boyfriend.

by everyonelovesLaurence

Summary:

Yes, it's been ten years, but is Newt really supposed to just forget and forgive that time Minho stole Newt's boyfriend just because they now work in the same school? Newt thinks not, and how dare Minho be smiling and charming and gorgeous all at the same time like that, it's distracting is what it is! For Minewt Weekend 2023

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[shiningwonho]

slowly working on my pacrim anniversary set and like.........u can tell i don't care about the scientists LMAO

[illloveyoutillidie]

Hello:))) been reading ur newt hcs and absolutely adored them YOU WRITE HIM SO SWEET. But i was wondering if you would do newt cuddling hcs with a f!reader please? (I haven’t requested for you before so if this isn't the type of thing you do just delete this lol)

thanks<3

hello anon!! i'm happy you like those!! i think that newt is the type of person that treats their s/o gentle !! i hope you like this:))))

Newt who can't keep his hands to himself when you're both cuddling. Newt who would pull you into his chest with your back against him so he can kiss your neck. Newt who would put his arm around your waist just to touch you. Newt who would be crazy and rambles whenever he sees you wear his shirts to cuddle or sleep (and when you ask him why, he says "you look hot- i mean beautiful, wait i didn't mean it like your not hot, cause you are hot, i mean- your hot- wait that's not the point- but you look bloody amazing with my shirt"). Newt who can't sleep without you in his arms. Newt who would be very clingy and glued to you when both of you are alone (he's starved for your attention and affection). Newt who doesn't have a 'favourite cuddle position' but he loves it so much when you rest your head on his chest and just lay there. Newt who runs his fingers through your hair and leave a bunch of kisses all over your face whenever he gets the chance. Newt who sometimes wander his hands underneath your shirt (with consent of course) and he just trace circles all over your skin. Newt who sometimes would just lay in your arms tiredly because he’s exhaused from doing all work, helping around the glade, and having many meetings with Alby and the runners(he's a busy man). Newt who would smell a little more earthy when you guys are cuddling before shower. Newt who prefers to cuddle after shower because he thinks you'll like him more if he smells 'sweet like a candy' when you're both cuddling (he used your soap and shampoo because he said it made him "smell like sweets and vanilla" lol ). Newt who would sleep with you with hardly any space between each other. Newt who loves it when you bury your face in his neck and when you play with his hair. Newt who will always pull you back onto the bed and back into his arms if you try to leave or stop cuddling. ("Newt we have to get up! Alby will be mad at us-" "2 more minutes, please love? i'm sure Alby will be fine without me" "Newt, you said that 20 minutes ago."). Newt who doesn't mind being a big spoon or the little spoon when you're both cuddling. Newt who likes it when his arms are securely around your waist & his face in your hair when he's being the big spoon. Newt's arms will be the place you wake up every morning. Newt who would ask if he can play with your hair every time you're both cuddling (he wants to make sure you're giving him consent even tho you've reassured him that he doesn't need to ask that). Newt who would randomly compliment you when your almost asleep ("your so beautiful. like really bloody beautiful, love"). Newt who would sometimes talk in his sleeps because he gets nightmares when he's cuddling you ("please stay, please. don't go. stay with me." "i'm not going anywhere love"). Newt who would easily get sleepy when you run your hands through his hair. Newt who would fall asleep on top of you, then wakes up only to ask if you're okay, if he made you uncomfortable, and why didn’t you wake him up in his raspy sleepy voice. Newt who would have a staring contest with you and then make stupid faces so you laugh and he wins the contest (later on he tease you about it). Newt who would stay up with you and just have deep conversations as you both cuddle when you can't sleep ("why do people has to lose the person they love first, to realize they're bloody value and worth? doesn't make sense, what do you think?").

I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY MAKING THIS, IT TURNED OUT SO LONGGGG. I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG FOR YOU

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

Sirius Orion Black being the tallest, strongest, smartest, most powerful, and most attractive Marauder. Everyone in the castle wants a piece of him. He’s slept with most of the people in their year, along with the ones above and below theirs. He is, quite literally, the Casanova of Gryffindor Tower. He doesn’t study, but he still gets straight Os in every single class. He takes every single course for his NEWTs and gets Os in all of them. He’s one of those people that’s good at everything he gets his hands on. He’s friends with most people in Hogwarts, and has all sorts of connections with all sorts of people in every single social circle.

Enter Remus John Lupin, his geeky, awkward, kind of ugly, virgin, dork, studious, average height boyfriend. His idea of a wild evening is sitting in a corner, reading a book with some mildly sexual content with a cup of tea and a bar of chocolate. He clings to Sirius’ arm in social circumstances, twiddling his thumbs and silently watching everyone.

No one understands how, exactly, they got together. Everyone just knows that they’re absolutely adorable and madly in love.

[peachybeesplease]

newt and hermann are really a ship for any situation bc you name it they've done it. "ldr mutual adoration matching each other’s freak" yearning to "we almost had something but lost it" bitterness to "reconnected and nothing is the same, but everything is" to "coworkers but worse" to "married for 20 years" to "weird unhealthy codependency (sickos: hahaha YES)" to "we almost had something but lost it" bitterness PART 2 like. there is a stage of newmann for any situation. this is the range that being obsessed with your boybestfriend coworker for more than half your life does to a man and everyone should take notes

[bedoballoons]

Fontaine, Sumeru , Inazuma boys + Zhongli and Xiao with a GN! Darling that has Newts Briefcase from fantastic beasts

Your blog looks beautiful btw

Awwe thank you so much!! <3 I hope you enjoy!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Reader with a briefcase like Newts~༺}

CW: Fluffy and magical! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon amour)

(Includes: Lyney, Zhongli, Tighnari, Heizou, and Xiao!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney obviously didn't know every magic trick in Teyvat, that would be almost impossible, but he did know quite a few of them and he could usually figure out how others were done fairly quickly, but how your suitcase managed to hold a whole boar, crystalflies of every element, and tens more animals, some of which he'd never seen before, was beyond anything even he could imagine.

You'd left him speechless, mouth agape as he stared at you in awe, "Mon amour, how is this possible? How are you doing that?" You blushed slightly, seeing the way his eyes shun like that of child's when they see something magic for the first time, "I can't tell, it's a secret, but you're welcome to use it for one of your shows, just make sure to feed the scorpions, they get angry otherwise and they aren't very nice when they're angry."

𑁍༄Zhongli:

Zhongli stared at your happy face, your arms extended outwards, being used as a perch for at least 10 exotic birds...all of which had appeared from your suitcase. Originally he had assumed this was only possible because the work of an adepti, but upon closer inspection he saw no signs of adeptal power, infact it seemed completely foreign to him...which only made him more curious.

"You say it can hold as many animals as the forests of Liyue? That's certainly a incredible feat...may I asked how you've acquired such a unique and interesting treasure?" He smiled slightly at you, hoping you'd clear up the mysterious nature behind the briefcase, but you simply chuckled, "One day I'll tell you, but for now it would be far more fun to keep it a secret~"

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnari was sitting in front of your suitcase with his eyes glued to it like at any moment it could actually explode, not because it was somehow holding more animals than he even knew of, but from the sheer amount power such a item would have to have. In all of his days of studying at the akademiya and traveling to other lands in search of new plant varieties, he'd never seen anything like it. "Does it contains exotic plants as well? Do each of the animals have their own ecosystems? If you shut the suitcase for to long does the oxygen run out or does the suit case somehow supply oxygen? Have you ever tried to go in the suit case?"

Your eyes widened at his many questions, more and more spilling from his lips before he could stop himself...frazzling you slightly. You hadn't expected him to get so excited about it, but even with his never ending questions, it was absolutely adorable to see him this way. It was like he'd found a miracle and he wanted to learn everything about it with you.

𑁍༄Heizou:

Heizou stuck his head into your suitcase, trying to find clues as to how it worked, but the detective was more than just stumped, he was simply baffled as to how something like it could even exist. "You weren't joking when you said you wanted to show me something beyond my imagination. I've seen Onis with horns fight beetles and gods who can make the air actually buzz with emotion, but I don't think I've ever seen anything that has come close to the mystery behind this. Do you think you could live in it?"

"I suppose you could, but I'm not exactly sure. You could be the test subject if you'd like." You winked at him teasingly and he smiled up at you, almost like he was actually considering it for moment, "I think I prefer the scenery in the outside world, but we could always take a romantic vacation together inside the suitcase~" Your cheeks turned a scarlett red as he giggled at you quietly, if you teased him, it was only fair he teased back.

𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao kneeled down, softly scratching the underside of a mora weasels chin, unbothered by the fact the animal had just run out of your suitcase along side a fairly massive boar. You actually seemed more surprised by his reaction than he did of your suitcase, "So what do you think hmm?"

"I think,...it reminds of the teapots us adepti sometimes use. They appear normal on the outside, but on the inside it's a island specifically designed with our comfort in mind, I've never seen a suitcase version before though.." His eyes met yours and your heart skipped a beat, you responded without even thinking and it flustered you to no end, "Do you have a teapot? May I see it if you do?"

"...I...don't have one, maybe, one day...we can make one together?"

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[angelofthenight01]

A dog accident

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

genre: flufy  ||     warnings: none

Summary: On an ordinary afternoon, your girlfriend's crazy friend turns you into a furry four-legged being

You're dating Wanda Maximoff, which in itself is already pretty fantastical. You, a self-proclaimed dork who still gets excited about new socks, are going out with a genuine superhero. It's a love story for the ages, or at least one that you’re constantly trying not to overthink.

And then there’s Agatha Harkness. The woman is an enigma wrapped in a slightly dusty velvet cloak. She's Wanda's sort-of-mentor, sort-of-friend, and a full-time chaos generator. You’ve learned to accept her as a permanent fixture in your life, mostly because Wanda adores her, and partially because you suspect refusing would end with you inexplicably speaking only in limericks.

It's a quiet Saturday. You're sprawled on the couch, a book about the migratory patterns of garden snails open in your lap, but your mind is decidedly elsewhere. You’re replaying a particularly smooth move Wanda pulled in the kitchen last night while making pancakes. It was the way she flicked her wrist, sending the pancake soaring and landing perfectly on the plate. You’ve been practicing it for hours but the closest you've gotten has been flicking butter across the room. You’re shaken out of your reverie by Agatha bursting through the front door with the subtlety of a rhinoceros in a tutu.

“Wanda darling! I need… a thing!” she declares, holding up a glass jar filled with something that looks suspiciously like glowing pond scum. “For… research!”

Wanda, looking as serene and beautiful as ever, emerges from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a tea towel. “Agatha, what is that?” she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Oh, just a few… essential ingredients for a spell. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.” Agatha’s smile is a little too wide, a little too manic. You’ve learned that this is her default I’m about to do something incredibly stupid expression.

You, meanwhile, have retreated further into the cushions, trying to become one with the couch. You’re pretty sure you’re invisible, like a well-camouflaged houseplant.

“And you,” Agatha says, pointing a crooked finger directly at you. “You’ll be the perfect… subject!”

Your heart does a little tap dance in your chest. “Subject?” you squeak, your voice cracking like a teenage boy going through puberty.

Wanda looks at you with a mixture of concern and fondness. “Agatha, put the pond scum down. You know you can’t just experiment on random people.” She glares at Agatha with a look that could melt steel.

“Nonsense!” Agatha waves her hand dismissively, which is a mistake because the jar of pond scum slips from her grasp, the green liquid splashing all over you. "Whoops!"

Before you can even register what happened, a peculiar tingling sensation washes over you. Your vision blurs, your limbs feel weirdly heavy, and you feel an uncontrollable urge to scratch behind your ear with your foot.

You blink, and the world suddenly looks a whole lot larger. The couch now looms like a terrifying mountain range, and Wanda, the woman you love, is towering over you looking like an adorable giant. You let out a curious bark.

“Oh. My.” Wanda says slowly, her eyes as wide as saucers.

Agatha stares at you with a mixture of horror and fascination. “Well, that is… unexpected.”

You wag your tail tentatively. Yep, you definitely had a tail. You try to speak. What comes out is a series of yips and woofs. Your hands, or rather, paws, twitch as you try to grasp at the situation. You’re a dog. A fluffy, medium-sized, caramel colored something with comically large ears and a rapidly wagging tail.

“Agatha!” Wanda hisses, her voice low and dangerous. “You turned my girlfriend into a dog!”

“Well, yes, but it was an accident!” Agatha protests, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “I was aiming for a newt, I swear!”

You tilt your head, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. You want to ask if they have any treats, but you can only manage a happy bark.

“Okay, okay, no need to get dramatic,” Agatha says, pacing back and forth. “We just need to figure out how to change you back. I think I might have reversed that spell. Or maybe not, it depends on if I used a pinch of salamander eyes or bat wings. They're kinda similar.”

Wanda lets out a frustrated groan. "Agatha, you absolute menace."

The next few hours are an absolute blur. Wanda and Agatha are now trying to solve the mystery of your transformation. You, being a dog, are mostly just enjoying the abundance of belly rubs and the fact that you can now lick your own foot. You tried to help by bringing them your favorite squeaky toy, but the two witches seem to be too preoccupied with their spell books to appreciate your contribution.

You watch as Wanda and Agatha argue, occasionally throwing out phrases like “counter-curse,” “elemental transference,” and “what did you mean by using the left hind leg of a frog?” You realize this is probably more chaotic than your average Saturday.

At one point, Agatha tries a spell that makes your fur turn bright pink for a few minutes, this was quickly reversed by Wanda as she glared at Agatha. You were actually rather fond of the pink fur, and you make a mental note to ask Wanda to do that again.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of chanting and potion-mixing, Agatha exclaims, “I think… I think I’ve got it! This final ingredient should do the trick!” She holds up a small, suspiciously sparkly vial.

Wanda looks at you, her eyes full of anxious hope. “Ready, sweetheart?”

You bark excitedly, your tail wagging so hard your whole body wiggles. Anything to be human again.

Agatha pours the contents of the vial over your head. This time, the tingling sensation is different, accompanied by a whooshing sound and a strong smell of lavender. You blink, and you're back in your human form. You’re no longer covered in fur, and your paws are, once again, hands. Your heart nearly jumps out your chest in relief.

“Am I… me again?” you ask, your voice still a little shaky.

Wanda rushes forward, pulling you into a tight hug, her face buried in your hair. “You’re back,” she whispers, her voice thick with relief. “You’re really back.”

Agatha, meanwhile, is beaming at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “See? I told you I’d fix it. Just another Saturday for the amazing Agatha Harkness!”

You look at her, then back at Wanda, a smile spreading across your face. This is your life now. A chaotic, wonderful, and utterly bizarre life, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[empress-simps]

For poly!marauders request (I saw you asked for some) could you do one where the reader faints out of nowhere and the boys get all panicked and worried and fret over her? 🌙

Hii! Thank you for the great request🫶🏻 It’ll be the first time I do a Poly!Marauder fic so pls do bear with me, I tweaked it a bit, hope you enjoy!

Worried Sick

Pairings: Poly!Marauders x Reader

CW: Mentions of toxic habits, Sirius being an arse, reader fainting, and language.

To say that you were tired would be an understatement. You were exhausted- mentally, and physically as you were buried in a mountain of books, flipping through almost a hundred pages an hour as you tried to juggle three essays and review for NEWTS all at once.

You were so immersed in your studying, the sound of pages flipping and scratching of the quill against parchment made you slip into a hyper-focused mode that you don’t notice the passage of time making you effectively miss lunch and dinner.

“There’s my smart darling!”

Sirius grins, sneaking up to you and kissing your cheek. You jolted, looking up as you saw him, and your other boyfriends sit next to you in the library.

“Hey guys.” You try your best to muster up a cheery smile for them. Remus, who was seated beside you frowns as he notices your pale and tired face. “We haven’t seen you today, love.” You smiled sheepishly, “I was finishing up the essays we’re assigned this week.” Sirius shakes his head in a disapproving manner. “Darling, you know we could just copy off of Remus’s essay when he does it, right?” A protest from Remus was heard, making you chuckle.

“I don’t think our moony would appreciate that.” You cracked a small smile, “But he lets us copy off of his essays ever since we can remember!” James defended Sirius who nodded agreeingly.

“What we would appreciate though, is you not missing out on dinner.” Remus told you, pulling out an apple and two dishes that the house elves prepared, (bribed by James) placing it in front of you.

“Erm... I don’t really have an appetite right now, love.” You grimaced, seeing the stern expression of the werewolf. “You need to eat, darling.” James pleads, puppy eyes activating. You looked at the other two, they seemed to mirror James. “Please love, you’re making us worried sick.” Remus gently pushed the food in your direction.

“Alright then…” How could you possibly deny your adorable boyfriends?

This continued for a few days or so, each day got the boys increasingly worried than yesterday. Sleeping for four hours (five if you’re lucky) and studying all day became your new routine, you hardly even spend time with the boys anymore, only during breakfast at the great hall since you mostly skip lunch and dinner to study. If it weren’t for your friends and your boyfriends, you would’ve already starved.

You groaned, plopping down in between Remus and James, taking a bite of the toast in front of you, and ignoring the light headedness you were feeling since you woke up. Marlene looked up from her plate and winced as she took in the sight of you.

“Merlin, y/n. You look worse than a dementor.”

“Thanks Marls, appreciate it.” You grumbled, taking a swig of the pumpkin juice, grimacing as you felt that a huge gulp of the beverage and a small bite of toast was too much for your stomach to handle.

“I’m serious, when was the last time you had a good night’s rest?” She frowns, shaking her head as she gave a pointed look at your boyfriends. “There’s already three of you and you can’t even manage to take care of your girl?”

“Not my fault she chooses to stick her nose into books rather than spending time with us.” Sirius huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, his dramatic and petty side surfacing. “Pads.” Remus warns, the light headedness that you’ve felt suddenly worsens as you feel the urge to throw up. Lily seemed to notice, shooting a worried glance on your way as you waved it off.

“What Moony? It’s true! It’s like she forgot she even is in a committed relationship with us.” Sirius spat, getting riled up as James tried to diffuse the situation.  “Sirius, I already said I’m sorry…” She rasped out, trying to reach for his hand but he jerked it away. “Don’t be a knobhead, Pads.” Remus glares at him, irritated by how he’s acting.

Sirius rolled his eyes, it was obvious that he was hurt; You rarely spend time with them anymore, accidentally pushing them away and shutting them out just because of those stupid academics. “Whatever.” He grunts, and stands up, walking away from the table.

You felt yourself get weak; as the great hall spins around you, cold sweat started to form on your temple as spots slowly made it’s wany into your vision. Despite your body practically screaming for you to just sit and stay still, you push yourself from the benches and follow him. “Sirius, love- “He turns to you, frowning. “What now?”

 You opened your mouth, about to say a word when suddenly your legs gave out, the spots grew larger as you tried to look at Sirius before your world suddenly faded to black. You heard screams from the students, the loudest ones you recognized were from your friends, especially Marlene and Lily.

“Shit!” Sirius was thankful for his awfully fast reflexes that he managed to catch you before you hit your head on the cold floor. James and Remus rushed to the both of you. “Bloody hell, Pads!” James kneels in front of you, gently tapping your cheek as a sense of urgency surrounds them. “Darling, please open your eyes, can you hear me?” James asked you, every second that ticks makes the feeling of dread in his stomach grow larger.

“P-prongs, Moony… I promise I didn’t know she was going to faint…” Sirius whimpered as he cradles you, eyes looking frazzled and darting back and forth between his lovers. James felt his breath become faster, as you didn’t respond to any of his attempts. Other students started to gather around to take a peek on what’s happening in the middle of the great hall while Marlene and the other Gryffindor students kept them from nearing. Remus knelt next to James, trying not to freak out like what the other two are already doing. He slowly placed his trembling hand on your forehead. “No fever, but we need to take her to Madame Pomfrey.” He announces, biting his lip as Sirius lifts you up bridal style, the three of them rushing you to the hospital wing.

The bright and harsh light of the hospital wing made you wince, you slowly blink, trying to adjust to the brightness of your surroundings. “Darling! You’re awake!” James tackles you into a hug, almost squeezing out the air from your lungs.

“Prongs! Be careful!” Remus’s tone was harsh, as if scolding James. The boy slowly pulled away, pouting, which Remus had ignored. “How are you, love?” Remus’s gaze softened as he looked in your direction, taking your hand in his as he rubbed circles in the back of your hand.

 “For the most part, I’m fine.” You croaked out, James immediately gave you water. After taking a few sips, you let your eyes wander around, someone was missing- Where’s Sirius?

James seemed to catch on this, “He’s outside, beating himself up for being an arsehole.” You frowned, “Can you please tell him to come in? I want to see him…” You mumbled, James nodded and fetched Sirius outside of the hospital wing.

After a short while, Sirius emerged, darting his eyes anywhere but onto you. “Love…” You gently called out to him; Sirius bit his lip as he finally took in the sight of you. “Darling, I’m sorry. I was such an arse to you.” He sincerely apologized while you shake your head, “I’m sorry too, I was stressing out too much. I barely even managed to take care of myself and spend time with you guys.”

“Just don’t do it again, darling. We almost lost our minds when you fainted.” James told you as he tucks stray hair behind your ear.

“I won’t do that again; I’ll just copy off of Moony’s work.” She chuckled, glancing at the said boy, she saw the twinkle in his eyes as he smiled and rolled his eyes playfully.

The sun’s rays filtered out in the curtains of the hospital wing, encasing the four in a warm glow as they conversed amongst themselves, putting the events behind them; silently promising to love and care for each other, through thick and thin.

[newts-limp]

Somthing WCKD can't take away

Warnings: smut (*yayy*) mild curse words

Summary: y/n, the only girl in the glade is sick of boys teasing her. Her best friend Newt decides to take matters into his own hands...

Y/n was frustrated all day long. It was the night of the bonfire and she was constantly getting picked on by all the boys in the Glade. Even Gally was picking on her, sometimes even attempting to advance on her. She had enough. The next person who tried....she just might become violent.

It was late at night and she and Newt sat at by the edge of the forest called the Deadheads. It was her favorite place because the other Gladers barely went there.

Unfortunately, Gally saw them and began walking his way toward her and her best friend. She threw her head back in a groan at the sight of him. "Piss off, Gally! I don't want to fight you in the circle!"

"How about fighting in a bed?" Gally asks suggestively, hiding a smirk. Y/n stood up slowly and offered him a hand. He was shocked at first, so was Newt. He took her small hand into his. Then, suddenly, she pulled him into her knee and kicked him between the legs, pulling away fast before she could get a receiving blow. "If any of you," she started, turning to face the rest of the Gladers, "Ask me that stupid question again....I will throw you in the maze myself!!"

Newt was up quickly to pull her away from Gally before she could harm him more. As he was being held up by her, he fell to the ground and gruntled, turning over to regather himself. Newt shoved y/n into the trees away from prying eyes. He looked mad, but he wasn't mad at her. His anger was towards the Gladers. It looked like he was going to give her a talking to and maybe throw her into the slammer....But he could never do that to her. He admired her too much.

After Gally groaned once more and limped off to the Homestead, Newt softly took y/n's hand and led her deeper into the woods.

The deeper they went, the calmer she got. It was just the two of them now. It was refreshing to be alone, as she was always stuck between these walls with the wretched horny boys.

Y/n stopped and sat against a tree after a while, slightly out of breath. "I'm sorry Newt," She said quietly, her voice slightly breaking. Newt sits down next to her and pulls her to his chest.

"Don't be sorry, Love. That shank deserved it," He said in a low voice. He kissed the top of her head and moved the hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry that the boys are constantly bothering you....Tomorrow I'll make a meeting. I'll make sure you're never bothered again," He declared, holding her tightly to his chest. He had a teasing smile on his face that y/n adored. She straddled his lap and cuddled into him. Newt never thought of her affection as awkward or embarrassing. They always were this affectionate. Besides, everyone needed someone in the Glade.

"I appreciate you, Newt. You're the only one that I feel safe with," y/n whispers, her voice as soft as the wind. It was a bit cold from the breeze but that just gave her more of a reason to snuggle into him.

"I appreciate you too," Newt whispers. He planted another small kiss on her forehead and she giggled. He kissed her again and it was on her jaw. He was now laughing as he continued to kiss her.

"That tickles!" She laughed

"Good! You have to be punished for hurting Gally"

Y/n whimpered as she tried to get away from him. She was now on the ground and Newt was on top of her. He was tickling her and she was laughing loudly. She hears something and they both look at the . Newt sees the owner and chuckles before guiding her face to look at him with two fingers. "It's just a squirrel, Love." Y/n's heart flutters and she begins to hyperventilate a bit. He looked so fascinating. So charming above her. His chocolate brown eyes staring at her and his messy, sandy blonde hair falling over his eyes.

"Newt?" She said, just above a whisper.

"Yeah, Love?" Newt asked with a small smile.

"Would you be mad at me if I asked you to kiss me?" Her voice was softer now, barely being able to be heard. But he heard her just fine. His hand cupped her face gently. "Never," he responded huskily. And then, before she knew what was happening, he kissed her. Slowly tasting her every drop of nectar that rested in her mouth. He was entranced. He wanted to kiss her since she arrived in the Glade and now was finally able to do that.

He released the kiss with a giant gasp for air. He let her breathe for a second and went in again. This time she moaned from not expecting it. His pants were slowly becoming tighter, so he situated himself where his knee rested between her legs. This gained him more access to the kiss as well. He couldn't help but tease her, his knee pressed up against her. He didn't expect anything from the kiss, he just wanted to feel her lips on his. But he got more than he wanted. She fliped him over, his back now against the same tree they sat against. "You're teasing me," She stated the obvious. He nodded and pulls her into his lap.

Moments went by, staring into each other's soft eyes. "I know I said that I would throw someone in the maze if they asked me that question," y/n said, breaking the silence. "But you haven't asked me yet, Newt." Her voice was everything but innocent now. It was filled with desire, luring him in like a magnet.

"Do you want me to ask you?" Newt asked daringly.

"If you don't, I will."

Then Newt kisses her again; He groaned the second his tongue enters her mouth. His hands roaming her body, exploring it. His hands memorizing her curves, wanting her to be engraved in his brain forever. So that way W.C.K.D can never take it fully away.

Y/n pulled away from the kiss once again, her hands moving to her shirt. She started to slowly take off her shirt as Newt gazed at her lightly tanned skin. Now, Newt memorized her skin, the texture of her torso, the scars, freckles. It burns into his brain. Then he only kissed her with more need. Before Newt could resist, her hand reached down to his pants and started to palm him slightly. "You're going to kill me if you keep touching it like that," Newt murmurs against her lips. She says nothing and silently begs him to take his shirt off by tugging on the hem. He takes it off with one hand swiftly. Her hands roam his chest, admiring how he looked. She also wanted to remember every detail, every perfection, and imperfections that littered his body. "Stop staring," He mumbled. "Never." She smirked.

Newt held her closely and moved his lips down to her neck, kissing it softly. Licking the spots he kissed, and sucking on it as she looks down at him with innocent eyes. His chest was moving quickly. He comed his fingers through her hair, smiling almost like he is exhausted. His eyes were filled with lust as he stared at her markings on her neck.

Subsequently, all of their clothes were removed as they kissed and felt each other. Their breaths were heavy; Their kisses were too. The kiss was so long that they had to stop for air numerous times. Newt couldn't keep his hands off of her. He was so enamored by how alluring she looked. She was like a siren and he was the pirate amongst the beating sea waters; except at this point she was the seawater, she felt like it anyway.

"Newt... Please," She whimpers. Her hands were above her head, pinned to the soft dirt ground. His calloused, firm hands pinning them, their bodies grinding against each other like desperate animals.

"Patience, Love.... I wanna take my time with you," he responds with a crass, rough voice. He plants kisses under her ear, trailing down to her chest. Her beady eyes flutter at him doing so, never having felt such wonderful pleasure. She let out a satisfied moan, making him respond with a deep chuckle.

"Just wait until we continue." Newt managed out.

Y/n's hands eventually found his hips, his stomach, and then down to his member. He shuddered when her soft small hands toyed with with his red tip. "How is this on waiting?" She purrs bawdily. His mouth falls open and he nods. Her stomach fills with butterflies, feeling like they were riding on roller coasters.

"Don't stop," Newt moans with urgency. She smiled innocently at him, assuring she wasn't going to. Her hand twists on him slowly, massaging the sensitive head as she gives him direct eye contact. His eyes trained on hers, fluttering to stay open as it felt too phenomenal.

"You look so handsome," y/n praises in an attempt to tease him. He groans lowly, "Shut up-....." Then she speeds up, wanting him to feel that sweet relief. She also wanted to feel his release splatter all over her stomach. "Good boy," she murmurs as her free hand tickles his bicep that is holding his body up. Then she feels warmth on her abdomen, concurrently as he whispers her name repeatedly with a high-pitch moan. She broke into a satisfied smile as he released on her stomach. Newt ran his fingers through her hair as he motioned for her to stand up. "Alright, come here, Love," Newt murmured at he motioned for her to stand up. Y/n stood up slowly, in a shy manner. "W-was that ok?" She asked him in a quiet tone. "Bloody amazing, y/n," Newt chuckled and pulled her closer to him once again. "But we're not done yet," He added in a husky and lust filled tone. Y/n blushed and her stomach did somersaults as she heard him say that. All she could do was nod. God, she was excited though.

Newt gestured for her to straddle his lap as he sat up against a fallen log. "You sure you're alright with this, y/n?" Newt inquired, as she was just about to lower herself onto his length. She smiled and silently laughed, "if we went this far, I don't think there's any going back, eh?" Newt smirked at her response, "Then let's get bloody on with it then, shall we?" She nodded and slowly filled herself with his length, stifling a moan. Newts hands quickly gripped his waiste, holding her tightly as she began to move up and down on him. "Shit," he said under his breath as she began to move faster. Y/n hid her smile as Newts hips started to buck slightly, showing her how much he was enjoying himself.

(Shit ik this ends abruptly but I might add more to it later)

[colleendoran]

I was curious how you manage to keep features consistent when you draw them? Do you use models? Is there a model for Crowley? He is very handsome.

I don't use models per se, but I sometimes keep files of photos or art that resembles the subject.

Crowley is based a bit on the French actor Alain Delon who was once considered the handsomest man in the world. He doesn't look exactly like Delon, but that is in my head when I draw him. I recall reading Neil and Mr. Pratchett once considered Peter Sellers for Crowley.

There is no reference for Aziraphale because he is entirely in my head and I can't really find anyone who looks exactly the way he does. I recall reading that Neil and Mr. Pratchett thought of Brian Dennehy at one point, but my head canon Aziraphale won. I think a Brian Dennehy Aziraphale would have been amazing, though. Anyway, he is actually kind of hard for me to draw because his facial structure is a bit outside my usual style. His face is a bit long and his eyes closer together than I normally do, and if I'm not careful, he slips away. He appears younger and more classically handsome as an angel than he does in his corporeal form, but I think he's quite fetching as a bookseller.

Michael Sheen is so perfect in this role it is really hard not to leak bits of his performance into the graphic novel edition, but I have to resist the impulse. I am not allowed to use any of the show actors as models.

I adore Michael Sheen. Who doesn't?

Adam is also a head canon character. He is a perfect young Greek God, so that's kind of drawing on a day with a Y in it for me.

The inspiration for Newt I'm keeping a secret. I submitted a number of sketches for Newt. The show Newt dug in deep and I had a hard time shaking him off.

The Them are based on kids I knew. They're in my head, I don't need any photos. They don't really look like the kinds in the show. The book version of Pepper, for example, is a freckled red-head.

Anathema is an amalgam of features that don't come from one person, which I think fits the description of the character. She's also unusual for me to draw but she's easier to draw than Aziraphale. I nail her every time.

Hastur is a caricature of the stereotypical English upper class you'd see in broadsheets 200 years ago. I have a file of pictures of Anthony Ashley-Cooper, 7th Earl of Shaftesbury for Hastur. I considered making Hastur more handsome in a Duke of Hell sort of way, but I think Hastur likes to be scary. I keep thinking of Peter O'Toole when I draw Hastur, too.

I feel kind of bad basing Hastur on Lord Ashley because he was a wonderful person and I'm sure he didn't go to Hell.

Ligur is a broad caricature of Danny Devito. I obviously can't use a DeVito portrait. That would be wrong. But I can tweak from there and come up with a general idea of the face I want to use.

Beelzebub and Metatron are head canon, and don't look a thing like they do in the show. I postulate some demons prefer to look like their angelic selves, and at other times prefer to be fearsome. Crowley can look fearsome when he wants, for example. In the book, Beelzebub appears as a young man in red flames.

Shadwell was drawn from reference at the direct suggestion of Neil.

Madame Tracy is based on a certain person, but no one you would have heard of. The original source might not be flattered, but I love Madam Tracy. She's really easy to draw because she's a bit over the top. I'm sketching around her scenes right now because I don't have final approval on some things yet. So she might need some changes later.

War is head canon, very easy to draw. She's a knockout. No reference required.

Famine looks a lot like Famine in the show, actually, but that's what Famine always looked like, pretty much. Except he has the grey eyes he has in the book.

Pollution is initially described as being a forgettable white guy, but later described as looking like a romantic poet, which strikes me as being memorable. Because he's only on one page in his forgettable white guy phase, I chose not to make major changes in his appearance between those panels and later when he appears as his true self, because that's a bit more confusing than it needs to be in the graphic novel edition. He's rather glamorous as the essence of Pollution, though. No reference needed.

Dog is a dog.

While I do give every detail a lot of thought, I am sure other people have other opinions. I understand that, and hope you enjoy what I do anyway.

Thanks for your question.

I'm still a bit under the weather, so may be stepping away from the net for awhile so I can concentrate on work. I have a lot of sick time to make up.

But don't think I don't appreciate your interest in the Good Omens graphic novel adaptation. Your wonderful support is acting on me like a tonic, let me tell you.

[crescentofthegods]

BEFUDDLING CONFUSION!

pairing: fred weasley x muggleborn!fem!reader

request: returning to your dorm, you are thoroughly surprised to see a rather pretty ginger girl sitting at your vanity…

word count: 2,378

warnings: FLUFF, gender swapped!fred, reader is muggleborn just bc, reader is into girls, literally just pure fluff, swear words here and there, unfortunately not proofread.....

author’s note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANON i dont actually write for fred or george, but this request is really funny so i answered it😭 hope you like it!! (I FEEL LIKE THIS IS REALLY BAD HELP)

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DAMNED ANCIENT RUNES… The one subject you absolutely adored, but it aggravated you to an extreme at the same time. How could something be so interesting, yet so carefully complicated at the same time? Mumbling to yourself, wading between a couple of first years, you forcefully climb the many stairs of Gryffindor Tower, eager for your bed to embrace your exhausted soul. The Great Library had been your temporary home for the entirety of the weekend since you wanted to perfect your memorisation of different runic numbers—a simple list that any third year beginning this subject would know, but you just wanted to be completely sure. Being in your seventh year made you paranoid about… well; everything. You needed these NEWTs. The last thing you wanted was to fail, especially with everything that was going on…

            “Ugh…” you groaned, entering your dorm with a sigh—carelessly, you tossed your textbooks onto the wooden floorboards that carried your feet, eager to get away from them for a good few hours. Your boyfriend, Freddie, promised to meet you here since your roommate, Angelina, was having a sleepover with someone else; the thought of Fred made you smile like some lovesick idiot.

            You were a lovesick idiot. Fred… he treated you so well. A proper gentleman who towered over you, following you like a lost puppy as George tagged along behind him, the poor bloke. He was always touching you in some sort of way, having a need to hold you, whether it was just having your hand in his or sitting in his lap when you were with your friends—

            He was so sweet. Not to mention funny.

            Of course he was funny.

            “You’re back!” A girlish voice brought you back to reality as you shrugged off your robes, yearning for your pajamas instead—whilst the voice was not even remotely similar to the Chaser you liked to call your friend, you decided that it couldn’t belong to anyone else, right?

            “Yeah,” you lamented, still not looking towards Angelina, stretching your arms as you yawned. “I wasn’t built for fucking academics,” your grumble caused your roommate to giggle, your eyebrows furrowing as you whipped around, properly peering into your dorm. Shutting the door behind you by pressing your back against the oak, you slowly made your way towards your vanity, where the voice was coming from.

            Angelina didn’t… giggle. At least, not with you. With George? Definitely.

            Not with you.

            Naturally, you sensed danger. You’ve participated in a fair share of fights over the years, especially with the Slytherins and their stupid name calling—you tried to not let their taunting get to you, but it truly is hard as a Muggleborn. Anyhow, you weren’t going to take your chances; honestly, it would not surprise you at all if a Slytherin had somehow got into Gryffindor House just to play a silly prank on you—

            “Oh, love, why are your fists clenched?” the teasing voice spoke again, and you finally met the eyes that belonged to it; eyes widening in astoundment, you realised you did not recognise this girl at all. Yet, she wore the infamous red-and-gold striped tie around the collar of her shirt, which was slightly oversized for her form. What was even weirder was how she wore trousers instead of a skirt—you didn’t think girls would be allowed to wear regular trousers at Hogwarts. Her lovely, fiery locks were styled like a sort of messy pixie cut, tucked behind her ears, revealing her rather pretty countenance—light brown eyes paired with a roman nose and soft, thin lips… She looked so familiar, yet so unidentifiable.

            “What—Who are you calling ‘love’?” you questioned, clearly caught off guard by the whole situation; you weren’t sure what to say or even do. This wasn’t Ginny, your boyfriend’s little sister, and, either way, gingers stand out quite a lot. Who was this girl?

            Sitting at your vanity, she simply laughed in response, the domestic giggles birthing rather large butterflies in your stomach—what the fuck? You were attracted to girls, of course, but you were dating Fred—you were in love with Fred Weasley. And now, this random girl, whatever she was, was… trying to flirt with you? After breaking and entering your dorm?

            “Stop laughing! Who—Who in Godric’s name are you?” you asked, your fingers curling around your wand that had been hidden in your sock this entire time. The girl (as lovely as she sounded) continued to cackle, clutching her chest as if she was struggling to breathe—what was so funny? “This is serious, y’know? I’ll get Professor McGonagall right now—” That seemed to shut her up immediately, the darling ginger shooting up from her seat as her expression crumpled into one of panic.

            “Oh, God, please don’t, sweetheart—I can’t do another week of detention where I dust her bloody shelves,” she explained, but you couldn’t focus on her words—not when she was towering over you with her tall stature; you hadn’t notice how… vertically big she was when she had been sitting. Almost six feet and two inches, you gathered, your lips parting in slight bewilderment since you were forced to lift your gaze, not even bothered that her large, but dainty hands were gently grasping your biceps, her thumbs rubbing circles against your clothed flesh as you just stood there, trying not to seem so hot and bothered.

            She really was pretty, the girl. You didn’t know what it was… Perhaps it was the accustomed way she had laughed and smiled at you. Or the way her expression had fallen so comically—something that you recognised. And, the way she called you sweetheart; only one person called you that. Your boyfriend. Evidently, you didn’t like when others used pet names for you… only your boyfriend could do that.

            Your boyfriend. Fred…

            “Oh my God!” you exclaimed, shoving the ‘girl’ away, your expression painted with befuddling confusion as you gasped, your wand clattering towards the floor. “FREDRICK GIDEON WEASLEY—”

            “Okay, calm down—”

            “No! What if one of the teachers caught you sneaking up here?! Do you have a death wish?—WHY ARE YOU A GIRL—?!”

            “Darling—” Fred puffed, one of her his hands slapping over your mouth so he could speak, your exclamations muffled by the warmth of his palm. “Let me explain… It’s not that bad!”

            It is that bad! Was what you wanted to say, but your voice was stifled yet again, producing a picturesque scowl upon your face. He smiled—he adored your fiery nature. You were both alike, in that sense. He adored the way that you still fussed over his safety whilst also being furious with him. It was quite amusing, actually.

            “It isn’t,” he replied to your mumble, his feminine voice soft—he never got loud with you. He was the calm boyfriend whenever you both ‘argued’ (you actually don’t have fights, you yell and he listens like the good boyfriend he is). They were usually over something silly, the arguments. Like when he spends too much on flowers even though you’d be perfectly okay with the daisies that grew outside the Quidditch Grounds. He liked being extra, your blasted boyfriend.

            And, unfortunately, that was a quality of his that you adored—how perfect he was when it came to your relationship.

            “Let me explain, please?” he jokingly pouted—whilst you were a little mad at the whole situation, you weren’t exactly complaining. Fred looked beyond beautiful as a girl, so much so that his pout only made your heart melt inside.

            “…Fine. What did you both do?” He furrowed his eyebrows at that.

            “Both?”

            “You and George, silly,” you retorted, crossing your arms—your boyfriend’s hands fell to your waist, his thumbs still tracing circles across the hem of your untucked shirt (you were still baffled that he could talk whilst doing the very same ministrations that got you flustered every damned day).

            “Well… why are you assuming that we did something? It could’ve just been a freak accident,” he wiggled his thick eyebrows whilst that grin you fell in love with plastered his lips, gazing at you with that roguish look in his milk chocolate eyes.

            “It’s never a bloody accident with you two,” you sighed, your usual, soft smile finally stroking your lips—you could never be wholly angry with him. “Go on, tell me.”

“YOU KNOW… THIS IS DEFINITELY the most complicated potion we’ve brewed,” George mumbled in concentration, swirling the bubbling, blue liquid that filled the twins’ cauldron with a regular stirring stick, Fred’s impatient hum heard in response.

            “Just wish it didn’t take forever to bloody make it,” he grumbled, but his sour frown cosmically warped into a wide grin when he saw that the glop had stopped bubbling—usually, it was a sign that the potion was complete… George, however, wasn’t entirely sure.

            “That doesn’t seem right,” it was George’s turn to frown, the ginger turning his head to find the instruction book he was following (stolen from the Restricted Section of the library, of course). Fred completely ignored his twin brother’s confused mumbles, simply inspecting how the solution had darkened, creating a shade of turquoise. Shrugging like it was nothing to worry about, the older brother retrieved a vial from his potion-making kit as George spoke again.

            “Fuck’s sake,” George groaned, scratching his head as he chucked the rather thick tome onto his desk, turning around to glance at the cauldron. “It’s supposed to be purple—FRED!”

            Completely unbeknownst to George, Fred had downed a single vial of the rich secretion, watching with his mouth slack open as his brother burped, grimacing whilst glancing at the younger twin.

            “Tastes like shit,” but George didn’t care about the taste.

            “You’re actually such a moronic piece of—I didn’t make the potion right!” exclaimed George, examining Fred’s form since he was worried that the latter would transform into something… odd. The other’s expression crumbled, feeling completely fine as he stared at his body—nothing was wrong. Not yet, anyway…

            “I feel fine, Georgie—and, anyway, this is a good thing! You know we have to test every single one of our creations, even if we already know they’re not going to work.” The younger couldn’t really argue with that, running a hand through his short, ginger locks, his light brown eyes (that matched Fred’s to the T, of course) locked on Fred.

            “We’re only good at those stupid love potions, you know that,” George breathlessly chuckled, deciding to turn his head away for only a moment, just to check the book to see what he’d missed. They were both stupendous when it came to concoctions in general, but they wanted to give it a good go before asking Fred’s girlfriend, you, since you’d most likely say no, regardless.

            “Well, yeah, but—eurgh,” Fred pulled a face of disgust, clutching his stomach as he doubled down, his eyebrows furrowing as his vision grew clouded; something was wrong. But George, the clueless don, was too busy flicking through the pages of his embezzled book. “George—”

            “This is so odd. I don’t really get what I did wrong…” George respired to himself, unaware of his brother’s… changing self. “Oh, for the love of Merlin—I didn’t add enough fluxweed. Wait, so, what the fuck did I make—?”

            “GEORGE.”

            “WHAT?” Just the same, as soon as George fluctuated to face his annoying twin brother, his mouth clamped shut, his eyes widening in utter amazement at the sight before him.

            It was like Fred had become their only sister, Ginny… only, his hair was shorter and Ginny’s nose was definitely more fleshed out and… buttony? Fred was basically Fred, but the girl version. And George had never been more freaked out.

            “Oh my fuck—”

            “Don’t you dare freak out on me—I should be the one freaking out!” interjected Fred, his guise encapsulated by the same distress that illustrated George.

            “Godric… I think I brewed some sort of Polyjuice Potion,” he mumbled in return, staggering back so he could sit on his desk, clearly still a little befuddled. Confused.

            “Oh, you think?”

            You burst out laughing, collapsing against Fred as he released an annoyed ebb of air, holding you all the same—your forehead touched his chest, which was now pillowed with soft, clothed breasts, as you tried to stifle the many giggles erupting your lungs, but you couldn’t help yourself. The narration was a little funny. Very funny. Extremely funny—

            “Now you find it amusing?” Fred raised an eyebrow as you exhaled airily, your pretty smile warming your boyfriend’s heart; you were so dear to him. Nibbling your bottom lip, you tugged his feminine form towards your bed, speaking as you did so.

            “You’re actually unbelievable—no wonder why George makes all the potions.”

            “He’s the one who got it wrong!” he sounded so exasperated, leading you to cackle even more as you gently pushed him to sit, straddling his lap. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, humming to yourself; feeling quite exhausted yourself, you couldn’t help but giggle quietly, imagining the whole story in your head.

            “How long will this… version of you last, d’you reckon?” you asked, feeling Fred’s long arms wound around your waist, keeping you close—always keeping you close. “As furious as I am since you could’ve died—” His ‘pffft’ made you roll your eyes, but you didn’t respond to it. “It is quite… pleasing to look at.” Fred raised both of his eyebrows.

            “What’s pleasing?”

            “I dunno… your face.”

            “And?”

            “Um… your voice?”

            “And?”

            “Your… body, I guess,” your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you cleared your throat, hearing his raspy chuckle as his fingers caressed your hips. You hadn’t realised until now, but he’d been wearing your rings, your boyfriend. Probably trying some of your lip glosses on whilst you had been gone.

            “Wanna roleplay while it lasts?” you could practically hear his wink as you gagged, shoving his chest as you picked your head up.

            “Ew! No,” you firmly stated, meeting his gaze with a hint of sterness tingling your countenance. He merely pouted again in return; it was his turn to hide in your neck, causing you to giggle again, his glossed lips tickling your pulse point as you tried not to suspire.

            “…Can I do your makeup?”

            “No,” he answered. Though, after a beat of silence, he mumbled. “Fine.”

[newtkive]

pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 1 - the gc birth

in which two online friends navigate a romance through a minecraft groupchat with their stupid friends

or, newt, the quiet, stoic boy, and y/n, the bubbly girl both curse the world for keeping them apart, but at least they can send each other cute emojis and hope the other doesn't notice their blossoming feelings.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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notes: hi :p im very new to writing on tumblr (but ive always been a reader) so pls bare w me! and im trying to revert back to being 14 (im 23 lols..) so im revisiting my old favs including the maze runner/thomas (bc i binged the artful dodger and now im obsessed again). there will be non-text chapters in the future as well, when everyone eventually meets. this will be newt focused so enjoy !! also everyone is like a realistic age from 23 to 28

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THE GLADE

[ 7:45 PM ]

alby added minho, y/n, newt, tommy, and gally

alby: Hello, guys.

minho: wtf is this

newt: uhhhh

tommy: hi :3

y/n: so this is why you asked me for my # in private

gally: i didn’t consent to this when i gave you my number

newt: don’t give strange men your number y/n

tommy: oh that’s y/n?

alby: Wait, Newt you had Y/N’s number already??

newt: yea

tommy: o.O

y/n: i gave it to him like two weeks after we met lmao

tommy: SO HE HAD YOUR NUMBER FOR A YEAR AND I DIDNT????

y/n: well he asked and you guys didn’t :p

newt: lmao

minho: ik he smug as fuck rn

not u asking for a girls number lmao simp

newt: stop

y/n: we all talk in discord anyways so i didn’t really think about it

plus you guys are friends irl so idk

it felt kinda weird to insert myself heh

minho: we’ve known you for a year and a half y/n

we play games all the time

call all the time

we even send packages and shit

you’re very much considered our irl friend

y/n: REALLY?? 🥺🥺

tommy: internet friends are real friends 😍❤️

minho: the heart eyes are crazy

but yes dude

newt: of course you’re our close friend. just cuz we live near each other and you’re a bit far away doesn’t mean we don’t adore you

minho: ADORE IS CRAZY LMFAO

but real ig

y/n: AWWWWW YOU GUYS LOVEEE MEEEEEE

hahahahha

HAHAHHAHJFIEKMGOR

I LVOE YOU GIYYYYSSSS IM PUTTING ALL OUR MINECRAFT BEDS TOGETHER LATER

gally: i do not want my bed to be infested by you guys

minho: gally sleeps in the corner

gally: no i dont i sleep in my mansion

y/n: cherry blossom mansion*

gally: and you sleep in a shed

y/n: cherry blossom shed* its pink and that matters.

tommy: love you y/n 😊🥰

y/n: love you tommy <3333

minho: that’s actually nasty stop now

y/n: u mad ur unloved

i love how the gc name is our minecraft town name :((

newt: aw it is

minho: can we talk about why tf this was made when we have a perfectly good discord

alby: I’m done with Discord.

newt: you got your shit hacked didn’t you mate

minho: mate 💀💀

british people so crazy

alby: Yes maybe..

I don’t want to make another.

y/n: or your old ass doesn’t know how to

minho: LMAO REAL

alby: Gonna ignore that. But I am getting too old for it. I have a new promotion at work so that means I won’t have time to play with you guys as much anymore. So I decided to make this groupchat in hopes to talk to you guys more to make up for it :)

minho: every group always has the old head with the job 💀💀

newt: minho admitting he’s jobless

minho: you work at a library be so fr rn

newt: i have an income. you have a room in your grandmas basement. we are not the same.

gally: LMFAOOOOOOO

minho: stfu :////

y/n: AWWWWWWW ALBYYYYYYY

tommy: YAAAY!!!!

im going to text you guys all day

tell you every meal

every thought

every interaction will be meaningful and glorious

newt: you are 24 years old you don’t have to do all that

minho: no fr im turning off my phone if he starts this shit

why not just do it before in the discord ??

tommy: easy access now and i tried before but stopped since no one really replied..

y/n: i say we all do it :D i will too tommy

newt: ok second thought that’s fine

minho: .

gally: that’s wild.

y/n: YAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!! NEWT YOU GO FIRST

newt: first with what

y/n: say what u ate today

newt: didn’t say i’d do it.

tommy: i ate muffin, monster energy drink, and hamburger :3333

you guys next

minho: that’s all you had bro..

y/n: hot cheetos and french fries and coffee :D

minho: ??????? BRO

how are you guys alive

y/n: it's my day off and no class so i just wanna rot in bed and that means no cooking

newt: please eat and drink water.

like for real and document it

y/n: ok wait

there

tommy: yum!

minho: y/n..

newt: cereal does not count

y/n: I DONT HAVE ENERGY TO MAKE ANYTHING OKAY

im a 23 year old broke college student my fridge is bare

newt: alright what do you want?

y/n: wym?

newt: like if you could pick.

minho: that’s so cruel 😭😭 just making her imagine it

i like it go on.

tommy: i want chick fil a

minho: i knew you hate the gays

tommy: I AM THE GAYS?????

y/n: ugh that does sound good

mmmm chickem sandiwh waffle fry I Want that Os mYch

newt: that’s what you would order?

y/n: mmmcm yeahshhhhh

newt: ok

minho: that’s it?

i thought soemthing would happen

tommy: me too

like a spell! magic 🪄

y/n: sigh

my cereal tastes bad now

newt: well it is cocoa puffs.

minho: L cereal

y/n: DTOP SAYING L ITS SO ANNOYITIGJNGGGGG

minho: she so madddd 😂😂 L

newt: you're annoying minho

minho: youre just saying that bc shes saying that

newt: no ive always said it. and i will continue to. youre fucking annoying

minho: who bought you your coffee yesterday

newt: ???

myself

and i paid for yours too

im the one with an income

minho: .

well i didnt think youd remember that well.

newt: it was literally yesterday.

minho: yeah but ur old

newt: IM THE SAME AGE AS YOU

minho: yeah but im 🤗✨ 26 ✨🤗and youre... 26😬😔

tommy: guys stop fighting

newt: we aren't fighting

maybe this gc was a bad idea

tommy: NO!!!!!!!!!

y/n: NOOOO!

tommy: this is like y/n is here w us irl

y/n: awwwwwwwwwwwwwww

minho: no it's not. we would smell a foul stench if she was

y/n: i ahte you sooo bad.

wait there is a knock at my door im scared

newt: answer it

minho: aren't you supposed to say don't open the door for strangers ????

newt: well usually yes

y/n: no im not expecting company

newt: just do it pls

y/n: ok :D

minho: bruh..

i hope she gets robbed and u feel bad forever newt

newt: why would you want that

minho: bc she owes me money

newt: YOU owe ME money

minho: yes but i have a good reason she just wanted robux

tommy: Y/N DONT DO IT!!! I HAVE SEEN DATELINE

y/n: :o....

tommy: Y/N?????????

OH GOD THEY GOT HER

minho: why would she text a silly face if she got got

tommy: clearly its a surprised face

maybe its not her

its like those cut out magazine letters murderers use

y/n: who got me chick fil a!!!!!!!!!!

minho: me

newt: you literally did not

minho: shut up

y/n: newt it was u i see ur name on the receipt

newt: well

y/n: :(

newt: what why are you sad?

minho: im hungry too

y/n: u spent ur money :(

newt: you're hungry are you not?

minho: she's not but i am

y/n: yeah but..

i feel bad you shouldn't have

newt: just eat it or i'll be mad

minho: i think i want red lobster

newt: it's really no big deal y/n

y/n: thank you newt :(((((

newt: you're welcome

go eat and watch ur show or smth

minho: i owuld love to eat and watch a show rn <33 ohhhh im starving

newt: can you shut up

gally: im muting this gc if this means i have to deal with your guys' shit more than usual now.

minho: thank god

newt: good

tommy: good

y/n: good

the food is good too <3

newt: good.

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lmk if you want to be tagged!

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

to me, you’re… everything

pair: Newt Scamander x reader

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

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Newt Scamander was never one for grand gestures. He wasn’t a man who spoke in sonnets or filled the air with flowery words. But Merlin, if he didn’t adore you with every beat of his kind, gentle heart.

You had known since the moment your eyes met that there was something soft and comforting about him. The way his messy curls fell into his eyes, those brilliant blue-green orbs full of wonder and kindness, and how he carried himself with a quiet grace, like he belonged more with the creatures he tended to than with the world of wizards and witches. You could tell, even then, that this man held worlds inside him—worlds full of magic and mystery, of tenderness and patience. And now, as he moved about your shared home, you were endlessly grateful that you were part of that world too.

Newt had always been thoughtful in the most unexpected ways. He'd leave handwritten notes in the oddest of places, tucked inside your coat pocket or hidden between the pages of a book you hadn’t yet opened. They weren’t grand declarations, but simple, precious things: “I saw a bowtruckle today that reminded me of how strong you are.” Or, “You light up a room more than any Lumos spell ever could.”

Today, however, he was more bashful than usual, and you had a suspicion why. There had been murmurs of something special on the horizon—whispers of a surprise, though Newt was not one to be sneaky for very long. You found him in his usual spot, bent over one of his creatures with a furrowed brow, his hands as gentle as ever as he calmed a fidgety niffler who’d gotten itself into a bit of a tangle.

You smiled, leaning against the doorway, your heart swelling at the sight of him. He had such a soft, unspoken beauty about him. It was in the way his eyes lit up when he looked at you, how his hand would automatically reach out to rest on your lower back when you were near, as though he needed to be close to you, always.

As if sensing your presence, Newt looked up, and when he saw you, a shy smile curled at his lips. “Ah, Y/N,” he murmured, pushing his hair back in that endearing, slightly awkward way of his. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I could watch you all day and never get bored,” you teased, stepping forward until you were close enough to feel the warmth of him, close enough to smell the familiar scent of earth and parchment that clung to his clothes.

His cheeks flushed at your words, a delightful shade of pink that made him look even more endearing. “I, uh, I have something for you,” he stammered, shuffling slightly from foot to foot. His hands were suddenly fidgety, and you could tell he was working up the courage to say more. You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? What is it?”

Without a word, he led you to his case—the one you knew so well by now—and opened it with a quick flick of his wand. Inside, the usual flurry of magical creatures were going about their business, but it was clear something was different. Something… softer.

It was then you saw it—a delicate little creature with pastel wings fluttering just above the ground, surrounded by flowers that you couldn’t recall being there before. Its eyes sparkled as it twirled in the air, dancing almost, and Newt turned to you, his face glowing with affection.

“I, um,” he began, “I found her a few months ago on one of my trips, and she’s been rather shy. But when I told her about you, she—well, she seemed to perk up. I thought maybe she wanted to meet you.”

Your heart melted. It wasn’t just the creature itself—although it was undeniably one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. It was Newt, the way he spoke about you to even the most timid beings, the way he found a way to show his love for you in such a subtle, meaningful way.

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You’re incredible, Newt,” you whispered, moving closer to him until your hand found his. “How do you always manage to make me feel like the most special person in the world?”

He looked down, that bashful smile gracing his lips again, but this time he squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in that soothing way you’d come to love. “Because you are, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice as gentle as the breeze. “To me, you’re… everything.”

The words were simple, but the sincerity behind them took your breath away. You leaned in and kissed him softly, feeling the warmth of him, the steady beat of his heart against yours. When you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-closed, a contented smile on his lips.

“I love you, Newt,” you whispered, your voice full of the kind of softness reserved only for moments like this.

His eyes fluttered open, and there was a tenderness in his gaze that made your heart swell. “I love you too, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “More than words can ever say.”

And in that moment, with the magical world swirling around you, and Newt’s hand warm and steady in yours, you knew that you had found the kind of love most people could only dream of—the kind of love that was quiet and constant, full of wonder and care. It wasn’t flashy or loud, but it was real, and it was yours.

And that was all you ever needed.

[flannelstains]

𝓐bout 𝓜e

❛ 𝘰𝘰𝘩, 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘢, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ❜

⋆.࿐ hello !! my name is sienna, and i’m from california. my shifting journey started late two-thousand-nineteen, but i always kind of knew about shifting. i’m currently sixteen, and i’ve shifted once ( now twice !! ) before for about five minutes. i’m a pisces, and i’m under the sapphic umbrella. currently i’m trying to figure out exactly where under that umbrella.

i grew up extremely christian, and now i’m agnostic. my mom is my best friend, and knows i have different views on this crazy world— she’s also agnostic.

i couldn’t describe myself if i had a gun to my head, the trigger would be pulled because i would sit there pondering for hours while the metal was pressed against my temple.

from that analogy i hope you got a good idea on how you would describe me. i feel like i’ve always been a little different from the crowd, and maybe that’s why shifting found me, because i feel so at peace now that i can be myself throughout any reality.

i’ve always been called an ‘old soul’ since i was a child, and that really resonates with me currently, since in various realities i’m connected to, i’m older than i am in this reality.

❛ 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥. ❜

⋆.࿐ since it is hard for me to describe myself through words, i’ve decided to give examples of songs i adore and feel really describe me.

i. sweet carolina, lana del rey.

ii. cynical one, tv girl.

iii. sienna, the marías.

iv. skinny love, bon iver.

v. writer in the dark, lorde.

vi. 104 degrees, slaughter beach, dog.

vii. bag of bones, mitski.

viii. pier 4, clairo.

ix. elementary school, delaney bailey.

x. sparrow, big thief.

xi. beaches, beabadoobee.

xii. the killing moon, pavement.

xiii. letter to god (1974), halsey.

xiv. bigmouth strikes again, the smiths.

xv. my girlfriend, tv girl.

xvi. sandy, alex g.

xvii. in my feelings, lana del rey.

xviii. not a lot, just forever, adrianne lenker.

xix. angel, alice phoebe lou.

xx. angelina, lizzy mcalpine.

⊱ plus many more..

❛ 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ❜

⋆.࿐ i am an infj !! and before anyone goes on blabbing about how they’re rare, and im faking, or i’m probably just an infp, i promise you, i am an infj. and the only reason i stand by this, is because i’ve taken the these about five times over the span of two years and i’ve only gotten infp once, and all the other times i was an infj.

so, being on the topic of an infj, i’ll list the characters / people i am like !

i. lisa simpson. ( the simpsons )

ii. izuku midoriya. ( my hero academia )

iii. amy pond. ( doctor who )

iv. newt scamander. ( fantastic beasts and where to find them )

v. lexi howard. ( euphoria )

vi. daenerys targaryen. ( game of thrones )

vii. loki laufeyson. ( marvel )

viii. diane nguyen. ( bojack horseman )

ix. kyle broflovski. ( south park )

x. james. ( the end of the fucking world )

xi. aragorn. ( lord of the rings )

xii. remus lupin. ( harry potter )

xiii. jeanne d’arc. ( joan of arc )

xiv. luka couffaine. ( miraculous )

xv. esther coleman. ( orphan )

xvi. andrew hozier-byrne. ( hozier )

xvii. sally. ( the nightmare before christmas )

xviii. glenn rhee. ( the walking dead )

xix. clarke griffin. ( the 100 )

xx. marinette dupain-cheng. ( miraculous )

⊱ plus many more..

❛ 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. ❜

⋆.࿐ i hope that summed up kind of who i am, and how i view the world. i’ve been on tumblr for about a year now, but i haven’t really ever posted until recently, so i’m still navigating the app.

i will make more posts about my journey, along with my opinions and views, including some questions, but for now i just am slowly warming up to be a tumblr poster !!

WARNING !!! i have opinions. also, i’ve been told by almost everyone i meet that i am odd, so if i act strange, just tune it out. smile and nod guys, just smile and nod.

[cottagecore-raccoon]

Since the Christmas season is upon us, I thought I'd recommend some of my favorite Good Omens fics that put me in the holiday spirit:

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve by theshoparoundthecorner (40k)

“Bit of an odd tradition, if you ask me,” he said, if not to get his mind off the longing that had settled in his chest. Aziraphale shrugged. “I think it’s rather sweet. A kiss for good luck. Seems a nice way to start the year. Very human.” Crowley nodded. “Can’t seem to keep their hands off each other, that lot. Always finding excuses. First it’s mistletoe at Christmas, then it’s luck for the New Year…” “Well there’s no need to be so grouchy about it,” Aziraphale said. “I think it’s lovely.” Crowley’s heart ached a little more as he watched Aziraphale smile up at the glowing numbers on the building above them. Yeah, he thought, lovely. Five times Crowley thought about kissing Aziraphale on New Year's Eve, and one time he did.

Snow Angel by Vagabond (14k)

Human!AU. Aziraphale needs a date to his brother's Christmas party to avoid getting set up with someone. Anathema suggests Crowley, the office bad boy. They go, get snowed in, and have a heart-to-heart that ends in a Happy Christmas. From a prompt: Human!AU: Aziraphale needs a date for family Christmas. He invites the office rebel/bad boy, Crowley.

all i need, darling, is a life in your shape by deadgreeks (14k)

After everything, Aziraphale and Crowley, by unspoken agreement, begin sharing their lives. --- Why? Aziraphale wanted to ask him, why millennia of the way things were, and now this? But while Crowley seemed to have little issue upending every unspoken rule they’d ever written for themselves, Aziraphale was not so flexible, and they had spent thousands of years never quite addressing whatever it was this had stemmed from. Words, Aziraphale had always felt, were for bickering about where to eat for lunch, or hashing out ontological debates, or other trivial nonsense; there was no need to trifle with the imprecision of language, with phrasing and the possibility of being misconstrued, when it came to important matters if the other person simply understood, without needing it said. Six thousand years ago, when Aziraphale had met Crowley on the wall of Eden, watching the first two humans set out to begin the rest of history, something deep within him, more central even than his Grace, had thought, oh, it’s you, and that had been enough for him--for both of them, he assumed--for three millennia. However much he wanted to ask, he didn’t know how. The words simply weren’t there.

Shelter from the Storm by AppleSeeds (13k)

They're coworkers in town for a conference, but a storm has knocked the power out in the hotel where they were supposed to be staying, so Crowley and Aziraphale brave the storm and find their way to a charming little B&B, which has one room available, and it's the honeymoon suite, which only has one bed, and now Aziraphale is injured and needs to be looked after, and oh no now the power's out here too but at least they have the soft flickering glow of the candlelight but OH NO the heating's gone off too and it's getting VERY cold and Newt's the one trying to fix it... whatever will Aziraphale and Crowley do? AKA, what happens when I try to squeeze as many tropes as I possibly can into one story.

The Anon Before Christmas by foolishlovers (67k)

When Crowley’s friend, blogging buddy and business partner Anathema announces her annual Secret Santa Exchange on Tumblr, she is very adamant Crowley should join this year. The old-fashioned (but admittedly compassionate) man he gets assigned to send anonymous messages to every day until Christmas sounds awfully similar to the fussy bookseller that his friends adore, yet Crowley tries to avoid at all costs. But surely his friends would have mentioned if Aziraphale had taken an interest in the Bad Omens fandom as well… right? Or: An Enemies to Lovers Secret Santa Tumblr AU.

I could definitely use some more recs, so reblog with your favorite holiday fics! Self recs more than welcome :)