#newt is a cinnamon roll

[warmerthanhotcoco]

quiet space

You're playing Quidditch with the other Gryffindors when you see Newt Scamander walking into the Forbidden Forest. Of course you fake an injury and slip away to check on him. Just out of curiosity. …Right? When inside the Forest, he finds you instead.

"Oi! Quit daydreaming and fly!" "Are you even listening?" You turned around and shook your head in apology. "Ah, sorry." You waited until a good half-hour of the practice had passed to bang your arm on a goalpost, successfully injuring yourself. The Captain sighed in disappointment and told you off for a solid ten minutes before sending you off to Madam Pomfrey. Wasting an idle fifteen minutes battling Peeves in the corridors, you ran back to the Quidditch pitch knowing the Gryffindors would have left. But to your dismay, you couldn't find the one Hufflepuff either. Where did he go?

You grabbed your broom and took off, swirling around the grounds before landing in an opening in the Forest. Just when you did, something moved by the tree behind you.

Whipping your wand out, you spun around, broom held mid-air like a baton ready to bash the beast's head. But there was no beast in sight. You frowned, narrowing your eyes and mumbling a revealing charm. A single leaf wiggled in response. Slowly, a twig detached itself, climbed down the tree to your eye level, and stood on a lower branch.

You chuckled to yourself, lowering your defence wards and weapons before taking a step closer to the tree. "Hello there," you gave the Bowtruckle a little wave. The two leaves atop its head twitched in caution. It squeaked and ran, disappearing into the foliage. "Hey, wait! Oh come on, I'm not that scary!"

"Not at all, he's j-just extremely s-shy," a soft, low voice stammered a little to your left. You looked around to find a young boy in yellow robes fixing his glasses, the Bowtruckle on his shoulder trying desperately to hide in his ridiculously messy mop of hair. Beautiful, glittery hair.

"Well, then I shan't be surprised if Bowtruckles were your favourite species," you grinned, smacking his upper arm, laughing when he jumped at the touch. "See?"

"S… Sorry, just bad with…" Newt Scamander waved at your hands vaguely.

"Physical touch?"

He nodded, head tilted low.

"Aww, sorry. You'll get used to it," you smiled. "Shoulda prepared yourself for it when you first agreed to be best friends with clingy me." With that, you sat on the grass, laid your broom beside you, and patted the ground. Newt nibbled the inside of his cheek, weighing the pros and cons of spending a free afternoon with you in the forest, before quickly sitting across from you.

You both crossed your legs and removed your cloaks –– the forest was far too warm. You tossed yours against the tree, striking perfectly and letting it sink to rest on the roots. Newt shuffled over, picked it up, patted the poor fabric, folded it neatly and placed it atop his own. You could see a subtle head-shake, lips twitching at the tips. "What's so funny? I'm tired from practice, okay?!"

He nodded, letting out a chuckle before beckoning the Bowtruckle down. "Say hello," he patted it.

A low grunt and a wave followed, making you laugh. "Oh, you're hardly friendly. Hello. Say, Scamander, why are you here anyway? Don't––" you added, when he opened his mouth warily. "Don't tell me you just walked in, I saw you coming in here an hour ago."

"I… Ju– Just…" He gulped, eyes darted back up. Seeing you waiting with a patient smile, his shoulders relaxed a bit. "I come here… to s… study."

"You study here? Merlin's beard, the Forbidden Forest is your quiet space? Takes a damn lot of courage to even come in here, you're in the wrong house!" You clapped, laughing and cheering. "Makes sense. You do love animals, it would make sense to want to study in the middle of a bloody jungle. And for someone who's boggart is an office desk…"

His mouth twitched in a smirk, making you laugh. "It's not exactly Care of Magical Creatures, though…"

"Oh?"

He nodded again.

"Let me take a wild guess." He looked up, eyes far off but alert, the way they always were. "You're writing your own book on magical beings?"

"…" He gulped and shook his head vigorously, hair flying. "No, no, just ta..king my own notes," he denied slowly.

"If that's what you call it for now, sure," you flashed a grin. "I don't know about your writing skills, but I do know you're mad about these ones," you waved at the Bowtruckle, holding out your pinky finger, waiting. The creature pulled a face but relented. You felt a little leafy twig wrapping around your finger and glanced at Newt, beaming with pride. "Look! He likes me!"

Newt was probably surprised too, the way he smiled a little grin. "Who wouldn't?" you heard him mutter.

"I heard that," you smirked, holding out your free hand. The Hufflepuff gazed at it for three long seconds before clasping your hand in his own. "…"

"Wanna go back inside or stay? I could bribe a Prefect of ours to help get in after curfew."

"… Stay." He didn't stutter this time.

[twistofstory]

And once again I got a sudden urge for memes in the middle of the night

[madieflaw]

Thomas: I’m sorry

Thomas: please talk to me

Newt:

Thomas: hello?

Thomas: world’s most amazing person?

Thomas: sweetheart?

Thomas: beautiful cinnamon roll?

Newt: sorry doesn’t bring back my bloody m&m’s

[valkyriepirate]

Newt Scamander x Reader One Shot- Lean On Me

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night and notice Newt's absence. You go searching for him in his suitcase to find him passed out over his papers and try to bring him back to bed.

Warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff :)

Word count: 1.3k words

A/N: I wrote this simply to satisfy my Newt craving. He is an adorable little cinnamon roll that must be protected at all costs.

#4- Lean On Me

You pried open your eyes and squinted in the darkness. The other side of the bed was vacant; you knew it without rolling over. Newt’s presence had become so familiar to you that when he wasn’t there, it was as if part of your heart had gone missing.  

You sat up, rubbing your face groggily. There was a light on somewhere in the house. You slid your feet into your slippers and padded toward the source, hugging your thin nightgown to your body. It had begun to get chilly, especially at night, and oftentimes Newt found you cuddled up in bed, shrouded by a multitude of blankets.  

The suitcase was propped open on a table in the foyer. A dim light glowed from within.  

Yawning, you stepped over the rim and descended into its depths. The creatures weren’t exactly aware of the passage of day and night in the suitcase, but most had seemed to settle once the sun had set in the outside world. A few of the nocturnal ones hooted and hummed as you entered.

“Newt?” you called sleepily, lighting a candle from the cabinet. “Are you awake?”

You turned a corner to his study, a small nook by the stairs crammed with bookshelves and creature care appliances. There he was, sleeping sprawled over his desk, stray papers from his latest endeavor strewn about, hair ruffled and mouth open slightly. You smiled at the sight of your husband. You’d given up urging him to go to bed months ago, realizing that he all too often tried to heed your words but became so swept up in his work that he lost track of time.  

You came up behind him, sliding your hands over his shoulders. “My love,” you kissed the top of his head. “Won’t you come up to bed?”

He started awake, blinking sleep from his eyes. “(Y-Y/N)?” He had a line imprint on his cheek where he’d fallen asleep on the table. He looked at his papers in confusion and began gathering them together. “What time is it?”

You ran your hand down the length of his arm and slipped your fingers into his ink-stained ones, preventing him from touching his work. “Time to go to bed,” you whispered, lips brushing his ear.  

He stopped and leaned into your touch as you ran your thumb over his knuckles. He trapped your fingers, brought them to his lips, and nodded.  

You helped him to his feet and sneaked a hand around his torso as you led him up the stairs. Newt, of course, was wholly capable of climbing the stairs by himself, but you wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to close the physical distance between you two.  

Newt didn’t seem to mind. You were the bolder one when it came to affection, but he always caught your touches and held you closer as if he could make them last forever. Often he would absentmindedly caress your arm or twirl a curl of your hair between his fingers. It was in the little things that you knew Newt showed the most care; sometimes a single touch from him said more than a thousand words.  

You tugged him into the bedroom you shared and released your hold as you went to fold an extra quilt over the bed. Your tendency to hog the blankets on cooler nights left Newt searching for warmth, you knew, though it didn’t escape your thoughts that his lack of cover usually led him to snuggle closer to you. Perhaps that was part of your subconscious plan.  

He stood on the other side of the bed, framed in candlelight. The fire shone around his hair just so, making it appear that he was crowned in a rubicund halo. He was unraveling his tie, his sluggish movements betraying how sleep-deprived he truly was.  

You flattened the quilt and came to stand by him. “Allow me,” you said, taking the tie from his hands. Deftly, you undid the knot. You had made Newt’s tie for him countless times each day before he headed off to work to the point that you could do it with your eyes closed. You tugged it from his neck and tossed it to the dresser.  

When you looked back up, Newt’s eyes were locked on you. When you first met, you found his inability to look you in the eye odd and yet a little endearing. As you two grew closer, he would hold your gaze for greater lengths of time, as if he had gotten lost in your eyes and was physically incapable of tearing himself away. Even now that you were married there was something vulnerable about it. It was like you were each seeing a hidden part of each other’s soul, like you were baring your hearts before each other and were unafraid of what it could expose.  

Not breaking his gaze, you allowed your hands to trail down his chest, grasping the buttons at his vest. His heart was racing underneath your palms. Yours skipped a beat. You were melting under that look. Gently, you unattached each of the buttons and slid the vest off his shoulders, leaving him in an undershirt that was already popped open at the collar. On the undershirt you let yourself undo only the first three buttons; you knew if you went any farther your hands might never stop exploring every inch of his skin.

You pressed on his shoulders and eased him to sit on the bed. He reached up to hold your hand, but you knelt to untie his shoelaces instead. You set his shoes aside and he drew you back to your feet, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist.  

“I don’t deserve you,” Newt mumbled, eyes flitting away and settling on your mouth.

You cupped his face in one hand and ran your fingers through his fluffy hair with the other. “The world doesn’t deserve you, my love.”

He closed his eyes and leaned into your hand. “But you deserve the world.”

Your heart seemed to liquefy in your chest, sending warmth trickling all over your body. You leaned forward to kiss his brow. When you pulled back, his eyes- half-lidded and aglow with the candlelight- were once again fixed on your lips. He pulled you closer. Softly, as if it demanded the utmost care in the world, he tilted his head up and pressed his lips to yours.  

He kissed you like he couldn’t believe you were his, as if you would disappear from his arms at any moment. It was delicate and utterly sweet and ended far too soon.  

“I love you,” he murmured against your mouth. His voice was shaky, and he was looking at you like you were a dream.

In reply, you kissed him again. You lowered yourself to sit on his lap and he scooted back, tugging you with him, your hips curved into his body. Your hands stroked his neck and once more found their way down his arms. He shivered under your touch. You smiled against his lips and moved the kiss deeper.  

Newt leaned back and pulled you both onto the bed. You fell against his chest and dipped into the crook of his arm. Running the back of your fingers over his cheek, you whispered, “I love you too.”

Sleep was quickly claiming him, and you could feel its steady hold on you too. You kissed him once more, then rolled over and blew out the candle. You snuggled underneath the blankets, feeling Newt’s warm arm slip around your waist, his ankles entwining with yours.  

You were entering a world of blissful dreams when you felt his soft lips on the crook of your shoulder. You cuddled closer to him, your back up against his chest, and smiled into the night.  

“Good night, my love,” you said.  

“Good night, my darling,” he said as he drifted off to sleep once again.

Masterlist

[just-a-girl-who-loves-tmr]

Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you- Newt

Looks like they could kill you, is a cinnamon roll- Minho

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll- Tommy

Looks like they could kill you, would kill you- Brenda

[berryflavouredkoolaid]

Ophelia Black - Marauders OC

~ General ~

Full Name: Ophelia Volpecula Black

Nicknames: ‘Phelia/‘Phee (By Regulus and Sirius)

Birthdate: November 21st, 1961

Blood Status: Pureblooded

Residence: London, England

~ Physical Appearance/Traits ~

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Grey

Skin Tone: Pale

Misc: A small mole on her neck, heart-shaped reddish lips, high cheekbones and overall regal features

Faceclaim: TBD

~ Magic/Schooling ~

Wand:

Wood: Pine

Core: Phoenix Tail Feather

Length: 9 1/2 inches

Flexibility: Pliable

House: Slytherin

Best Class: Charms

Worst Class: History of Magic

Patronus: Incorporeal/White Swan

Patronus Memory: When she, Sirius and Reg snuck out of a ball with armfuls of sweets and spent the night gorging themselves in the garden and entertaining themselves with impressions of all the guests.

Boggart: Regulus as a Death Eater

Riddikulus: Regulus is forced into a cheesy snake costume and rolls around on the ground

Amortentia (what she smells): Mint, soap, sandalwood

Amortentia (what she smells like): Vanilla, honey, cinnamon

Quidditch: No

Prefect: Yes

Clubs: Slug Club

OWLS:

Charms: Outstanding

Transfiguration: Exceeds Expectations

Herbology: Poor

Defence Against the Dark Arts: Outstanding

Potions: Outstanding

History of Magic: Dreadful

Astronomy: Exceeds Expectations

NEWTS:

Charms: Outstanding

Transfiguration: Exceeds Expectations

Defence Against the Dark Arts: Exceeds Expectations

Potions: Outstanding

Astronomy: Acceptable

~ Career/Affliation(s) ~

1972-1979: Student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

1979-1980: Wife to Evan Rosier

1980-1981: Under the protection of the Order of the Phoenix

1981-1995: Spellcrafter at the Ministry of Magic

1995-1998: Spellcrafter/Duellist for the Order of the Phoenix

~ Personality & Traits ~

Personality: An unflinchingly loyal and caring person, Ophelia takes after her elder brother in more ways than one. While good-hearted and wise, Ophelia’s love and devotion to her family and friends can often overshadow her decision making. Ophelia places great value on the love and validation she receives from others. She can act in a selfish way to preserve other’s good impressions of her. She suffers great internal conflict choosing between her beliefs and desires and her loved ones. Ophelia is tends to wear her heart on her sleeve and rarely makes an effort to hide her true feelings. Ophelia is not quick to anger, but is not one to back down when her temper is roused.

Priorities: Her brothers

Strengths: Loyal, determined, caring

Weaknesses: Will compromise her own morals for her loved ones, cares too much what people think, too forgiving

Fatal Flaw: Excessive personal loyalty

Favourites: Chocoballs & Peppermint Toads, creating her own spells, practical classes, evening & early morning walks, spending time with her loved ones, cold, rainy or snowy weather

Least Favourites: Sour sweets, strong smells, quidditch, theory classes, being alone, Professor Slughorn, James Potter, hot weather

Hobbies: painting, drawing, creating spells, playing violin

~ Relationships ~

Family:

Orion Black (Father) (D.1978)

Walburga Black (Mother—Formerly, Disowned 1979) (D. 1979)

Sirius Black (Brother)

Regulus Black (Brother) (D.1979)

Andromeda Tonks (Cousin)

Nymphadora Tonks

Lover(s):

Evan Rosier

Best Friend(s):

Niamh Thompson

Friends:

Dorcas Meadowes

Enemies:

Marta Yaxley

Rivals:

James Potter

~ Misc. & Notes ~

When Ophelia and Regulus were little, they looked almost identical. Especially after Sirius turned Ophelia’s hair snot green and it wouldn’t go back. Walburga cut all of Ophelia’s hair off and for the next year, she and Regulus ran around pretending to be each other.

She and Regulus have always been able to know what the other is thinking. They can have full conversations without speaking a word. They can read each other’s emotions at a glance.

Ophelia has beautiful handwriting, as do her brothers. Their parents had them practice calligraphy and cursive rigorously. Their handwriting is all unique to them. Sirius’s is wide and casual, taking up lots of space with showy loops. Regulus’s is sharp and narrow and is always neat, and Ophelia’s is delicate and spidery, with thin loops and curves softening the letters and connecting them.

Each of the Black siblings plays an instument. Sirius and Regulus play piano and Ophelia plays violin. However, Sirius stopped when he was 12.

Ophelia’s favourite colour is actually a dark shade of red, but she lies and says it’s green when people ask.

Ophelia and Sirius’s relationship is complicated at the best of times. She resents him because in her eyes, he abandoned her and Regulus, which is why Regulus had to take the Mark. Sirius struggles to relate to his sister as she’s changed since he was on good terms with her.

{tried a diff format and i like it a lot more!! considering remaking my other ocs in this format}

[keepmeinmind-01]

rewatched the ministry corridor scene and while it does have its flaws (i.e., what the hell is going on and how come this doesn’t really matter), i really like how they made newt prickly and theseus (awkwardly) affectionate there. I think it’s so interesting. like newt is compassionate and friendly to everyone but a bit standoffish to theseus. theseus is distant from most people and pretty reserved but affectionate towards newt. the contradictions!

like i know i write them with a bagful of problems that complicates this, and this scene was also charged by the credence discussion—but hey, let’s pretend for a moment it’s just set neutrally, and forgive me for writing my own subtext that’s actually not subtext.

I love prickly newt and affectionate theseus.

in short, I like the idea that maybe newt just doesn’t like theseus very much at that point, because i sort of relate to placing distance between myself and other people for no tangible reason. it feels like such a good character flaw. being sweet and compassionate but also just that little bit defensive. and even more interesting for newt’s psychology if it’s not a cut and dry situation and perhaps it’s even a little arbitrary, rather than super deep. like maybe he just doesn’t want to be around theseus, he just wants to leave; it’s not because he has a history where he hates theseus or because he loves leta. it’s just that he doesn’t like theseus in that moment, even though theseus is (according to david heyman, which you’d have to squint to see) finding middle ground. like maybe theseus is doing all the things that are technically right, but newt is just being prickly because at that moment, he /is/ prickly.

I feel like a core thing in their relationship is a certain amount of irrationality because of the distance. like newt pushes theseus away for /some/ reasons but he also doesn’t know why. and theseus keeps persisting in this very limited way with this somewhat one track mind and still doesn’t /quite/ break out of it. maybe they have many other reasons, but when it comes to a quick interaction, this is just “what happens.” perhaps not because theseus has ever been particularly mean, or newt has ever done whatever that equivalent is back, but just because they’re both so unsure with one another.

idk…i wish i could articulate it better, but i really like it, I don’t know why. I feel somewhat represented by the fact that newt at his core is compassionate and gentle, but doesn’t come across as “nice” all the time when he’s uncomfortable or unsure, and perhaps sometimes that’s just how he is. like maybe newt is being a little “mean” to an observer, because he’s not perfect, but theseus keeps pushing on: because in the end being a /little/ prickly and mean sometimes is /okay/. you can be a cinnamon roll-style character and not always extend eternal love and sunshine to everyone all the time, because it’s hard to work like that.

this part is slightly tangential, but, like, i think i am autistic, and sometimes, even though my family are fine, i can’t bear to talk to them, or anyone at all. i like to think newt has days like that, where he’s snippy and a bit unfair/resentful and quietly prickly and desperate to retreat, but we (and all the characters) love him anyway. :,)

[hermannsthumb]

Adoring Newt and oblivious Hermann is my life blood (is that a phrase?) So a fic of that nature would be very welcome.

Also, your writing is wonderful.

little ficlet!!!! i've been a little stressed irl recently but it's nice to write something fun between longer stuff im working on (and thank you for the compliment!)

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Newt definitely isn't stalking Hermann or anything like that, because that would be weird and creepy, but Hermann's expert-level aloofness and general disinterest in being around Newt in basically any capacity means that Newt has to resort to some very weird levels just to have a normal non-work-related conversation with the guy. He doesn't hold any illusions of the two of them becoming besties or anything like that, but for two people who spend as much time as they do together—which is to say, probably 80% of their waking moments—it kind of sucks they can’t reach some form of companionable ground. Or that they don’t spend the other 20% of that time doing fun stuff. Not that there’s much fun stuff to do around the Shatterdome (or even really the city, since the risk of being squashed by a kaiju is kinda too high to enjoy yourself for any extended length), but they could still put in some effort. Like doing movie nights. They played cards one night after splitting a single Cup Noodles for dinner, but it was a little too hostile to be relaxing. Hermann plays Go Fish like he's out for blood.

Newt’s been putting in plenty of effort to develop their acquaintance-rivalry into more firmly the acquaintance side of things. At the very least shift things into friendly rivals territory. He, like, says good morning to Hermann, and sometimes remembers to do the dishes in the lab sink. Last week he even asked Hermann how his day was going. Hermann ignored him, but it's the thought that counts.

Newt is putting in plenty of effort specifically at this moment, probably more effort than Hermann has even dreamed of. He hopes Hermann sees it like that—oh, look, Newt put in so much effort just to hang out with me before work, how sweet, and then Newt would be like yeah, dude, it’s because I care about getting to know you, and then Hermann would be like this isn’t creepy or stalkerish at all. (When Newt wants a conversation to go well with Hermann, he usually practices in his head first. Winging it can have disastrous consequences. Hermann balks at the first sign of small talk, generally assuming Newt is just trying to ease him into horrific news about some major biohazard event or another Newt’s caused in the lab, which, to be fair, does have some historical basis.) Newt's just a careful observer. Hermann's schedule is like clockwork, just like his own, and it's not that hard to pick up on that. It's not hard to pick up on little things he likes, too, specifically his tea order. And obviously Newt knows where Hermann’s quarters are, though maybe he did have to resort to slightly stalkery methods of following him home after work one night for that.

In a grand effort to get his stuffy lab partner to look at him with anything other than disdain, Newt woke up before dawn today and hauled it downtown to pick up a fancy tea latte (months of careful observation told him that Hermann is a fan of anything prepared with steamed milk and very little sugar) and a cinnamon roll (Hermann looked slightly less grumpy than usual when they served them for dessert in the mess hall two months ago) to surprise him with before work. Unfortunately, waking up before dawn is having disastrous consequences that Newt forgot to take into account when he planned this—that is to say, he’s very sleepy, and Hermann doesn’t show any sign of leaving his room any time soon. Newt didn’t account for the guy’s apparent need for, like, a million hours of beauty sleep.

The hallway outside Hermann's door isn’t exactly comfortable either. Newt shortly graduates from standing at attention to slumping on the ground, leather jacket collar popped up against the blasting A/C as he fights off yawns. He’s fully dozing against the wall (cardboard coffee cup cooling fast in his hand) when Hermann’s door finally swings open. It’s not exactly the nice surprise Newt wanted it to be: instead of looking hot and suave and thoughtful, he startles awake with a small yelp and drops the tea, spilling at least a quarter of it on his jeans before he can fumble it upright, while (looming above him in his doorway) Hermann doesn’t even have the decency to look surprised. “Oh,” he says, looking at Newt over his glasses like Newt’s a weird bug writhing around in the dirt. “It’s you. I thought I heard someone snoring.”

“Good morning,” Newt yawns out. He scrambles to his feet, the brown pastry bag crinkling in his sweaty palm, and smooths his hair back as best as he can. His impromptu nap against the wall messed up the gel he uses for his very hot and sexy styling and he’s definitely rocking more of a bedhead look right now, especially compared to Hermann’s tragically offensive but immaculately combed bowlcut. Maybe Hermann will think it’s a cute look for him. He flattens the back of hair down again, but the gel-stiff strands stubbornly refuse to obey. Hopefully Hermann will think it’s a cute look. Newt wants Hermann to think he looks cute so, so bad, and it’s unfair that Hermann can get away with the reverse so effortlessly. “You, um, you slept in, huh?”

Hermann casts a pointed look at the dinged-up analog wristwatch peeking out from the sleeve of his tweed blazer. “It’s seven in the morning,” he says. “I wake up at precisely the same time every single day. You ought to try it. You didn’t sleep here all night, did you?” Newt has just a second to think about how sweet it is that Hermann cares about him getting proper rest when he makes a face at Newt and adds, “I don’t want anyone getting any wrong sorts of ideas about us.”

“No, no,” Newt says quickly. Seven in the morning? That’s news to him. Admittedly he was a little overeager about this all, which would explain the weird looks the baristas gave him down at the café—he must’ve gotten there, like, milliseconds after they opened. “I’ve been here for like, five minutes. I got you breakfast!”

He thrusts out the tea and cinnamon roll, startling Hermann backwards against his door with a small thump. Hermann eyes the offering skeptically. “You…what?” he says.

“Breakfast? I just thought we could, like, hang out a little before work,” Newt says. He gives the bag a pathetic little shake. “Maybe take a walk or something?” Hermann makes him feel like a dumb, nervous teenager without even trying, like a simple request to chill as bros is on the same level as asking him to prom or proposing or something. He’s just so—pointy and lanky. In a hot way. And he has pretty eyes and pretty eyelashes, and when he scowls and bitches at Newt, it makes Newt’s heart spin circles around itself, and maybe sometimes he deliberately picks fights just to get the guy’s laser-beam focus turned on him like a sniper rifle. He feels like a lost puppy around Hermann, desperate for the slightest bit of attention. You put in so much effort, Newton, how very charming of you!

“No thank you,” Hermann says.

He sets off in the direction of the lab. Newt blinks, his heart sinking, and then scurries after him. “C’mon, man, at least take the tea,” he says. “I spent, like, eight bucks on it.” He asked the baristas to make a little heart in the foam (alluding to the definitely real maybe-boyfriend he was buying the drink for), but he realizes that Hermann won’t actually be able to see it unless Newt very heavily hints he should definitely take the lid off for, um, some reason. Also, Newt probably fucked the heart up anyway when he spilled it all over his pants. He lifts the white plastic up a centimeter and confirms his suspicions: the little latte art heart has been transformed into what Newt would generously call a blob. He tipped 60% for that blob.

“I didn’t ask you to,” Hermann says. Then he frowns at Newt over his shoulder. “Actually, Newton—why did you?”

“I,” Newt squeaks, just a little, and then stammers out incoherently, “I was—I wanted a coffee, so—I was already there, downtown I mean, at the coffeeshop and I thought you might want something. From the coffeeshop. The pastries looked good too. I thought we could split one. You like—cinnamon rolls?” He struggles to click the plastic lid back on the cup with his thumb, sloshing more tea down his front. “Ugh.”

“You’re making a mess of yourself,” Hermann sighs, “as usual. Well, Newton, I do appreciate the thought, though I admit I’m not particularly hungry right now. I suppose I wouldn’t mind a tea. Thank you.” He sounds strained when he says it, but he gives Newt a tight smile and accepts the cup at last. His fingers brush against Newt’s; Newt inhales shakily, and Hermann’s elegant eyelashes give a little flutter. Go to prom with me, Hermann, Newt thinks.

“R-right,” he says.

[antlermoss]

I wanted to try my hand at a warrior OC generator. This one is pretty long, user beware! If you end up drawing or using them, please tag me, I would love to see them.

Welcome to the Beyond, friend, where souls are created and sent to the world below. It’s time to begin a new incarnation.

We’ll start with their name. Choose the first letter of your chosen name.

A - Antler

B - Bee

C - Coyote

D - Deer

E - Egret

F - Ferret

G - Golden

H - Hawthorn

I - Indigo

J - Jackdaw

K - Kite

L - Lily

M - Mossy

N - Newt

O - Oleander

P - Pine

Q - Quail

R - Robin

S - Silk

T - Tansy

U - Umber

V - Viper

W - Wolf

X - Ox

Y - Yarrow

Z - Zinnia

Good, this will be the cat’s prefix. Next, let’s choose their appearance. Choose your favorite season, then the month of your creation. (Up for interpretation, your birthday or any other date important to your identity.)

New-Leaf

January - White and Gray

February - White and Cream

March - Lilac

April - Fawn

May - Cinnamon

June - Ivory

July - Sand

August - Orange and white

September - Silver gray

October - Warm gray

November - Cool gray

December - White

Green-Leaf

January - Chestnut

February - Ash

March - Mahogany

April - Orange

May - Golden

June - Pale yellow

July - Gray and cream

August - Amber

September - Bronze

October - Copper

November - Fiery orange

December - White and yellow

Leaf-Fall

January - Taupe

February - Warm black

March - Copper

April - Bronze

May - Mahogany

June - Pine

July - Russet

August - Brown and orange

September - Black and cream

October - Orange and black

November - Black and White

December - Cool black

Leaf-Bare

January - Black and White

February - Cool silver

March - Stony blue

April - Lilac

May - Black and gray

June - Blue

July - Dark blue

August - Dark gray

September - Warm silver

October - Steely gray

November - White

December - Black

This will be their pelt color.

Next, Look to the skies. They will inform the cat's eye color.

Cloudy - Pale green

Sunny - Amber

Raining - Bright green

Storming - Vibrant yellow

Snowing - Blue

Sleet - Blue-gray

Foggy - Icy blue

Windy - Hazel

Raining while Sunny - One blue eye, one yellow.

Which temperature are you most comfortable at? This will determine the cat's coat length.

0 to 15 °C - Long fur

16 to 25 °C - Medium fur

26 to 37 °C - Short fur

The soul now has a body. It is time for its fate to be decided. The sky will inform your decision once more, look to the moon.

New moon - Healer - This cat will heal their clanmates

Crescent moon - Hunter - This cat will keep the clan well-fed and fight when necessary

Quarter moon - Camp keeper - This cat maintains the camp and cares for the kits

Gibbous moon - Warrior - This cat defends the borders and their clanmates

Full moon - Leader - This cat will lead the clan

Meteor Shower - Gifted - This cat is gifted with a strange ability from Starclan.

Hm? You wish to know of the position of "Deputy"? Fate cares not who holds that title if they are not to become a leader. Your cat is now Ambitious.

A cat's destiny informs the suffix chosen. Roll a D12 and choose the suffix from the corresponding fate.

Healer

1 - Petal

2 - Leaf

3 - Stem

4 - Shade

5 - Pool

6 - Moon

7 - Cloud

8 - Mist

9 - Bark

10 - Web

11 - Rain

12 - Stalk

Hunter

1 - Feather

2 - Flight

3 - Shade

4 - Fall

5 - Leap

6 - Shadow

7 - Eye

8 - Ear

9 - Splash

10 - Spring

11 - Tail

12 - Wind

Warrior

1 - Claw

2 - Fang

3 - Burn

4 - Flame

5 - Storm

6 -Hawk

7 - Tooth

8 - Jaw

9 - Bite

10 - Blaze

11 - Scar

12 - Howl

Camp Keeper

1 - Mask

2 - Tuft

3 - Down

4 - Belly

5 - Heart

6 - Flower

7 - Patch

8 - Light

9 - Fern

10 - Mane

11 - Dapple

12 - Muzzle

*Leader's suffix is Star, but may vary by region.

Gifted

1 - Wish

2 - Sight

3 - Wing

4 - Frost

5 - Song

6 - Dream

7 - Dusk

8 - Dawn

9 - Omen

10 - Spark

11 - Moon

12 - Hollow

The soul is almost ready. Roll a D20 to determine at least one characteristic. You may roll up to three times, and reroll once.

1 - Six Toed

2 - Ear Tufts

3 - Deaf

4 - Long Claws

5 - Rosettes

6 - Stripes

7 - Twisted Paw

8 - Patchy Fur

9 - Excellent Listener

10 - Stalks Silently

11 - Blindness

12 - Three Legged

13 - Exposed Fangs

14 - Excellent Swimmer

15 - Beautiful

16 - Became a Healer despite destiny

17 - Became a Warrior despite destiny

18 - Became Leader despite destiny

19 - Clumsy

20 - Bobbed Tail

The soul is ready. Place them in the clan that suits them best, be it in the Lake territories or elsewhere. Their story is in your hands now.

[inastarlesssky]

Newt Scamander is a cinnamon roll and you cannot convince me otherwise.

[five-hxrgreeves]

As a part of my initiative to post 'extras' about my books/characters, here's the first random idea I had: which oc I would consider 'looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you' etc. with little to no explanation.

If any of these characters interest you, you can read about them either on Wattpad or AO3

So, without further ado:

1.ＪＵＬＩＥＴ ＣＡＰＥＬＷＯＯＤ 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: Boy Meets World 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞: Ocean Eyes/Leather & Lace 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Shawn Hunter

2. ＭＩＹＡ ＣＡＰＥＬＷＯＯＤ 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: Girl Meets World 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞: Leather & Lace 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Farkle Minkus

3. ＲＯＳＥ ＤＡＬＹ 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: Marvel/Captain America 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞: Evergreen 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Bucky Barnes

4.ＥＬＥＡＮＯＲＡ 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: Marvel/Thor 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞: Etoile 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Loki Laufeyson

5. ＤＯＬＯＲＥＳ ＧＩＭＢＥＬ－ＨＡＲＧＲＥＥＶＥＳ 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: The Umbrella Academy 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞: Wastelands of Time 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Five Hargreeves

6. ＡＬＥＸＡＮＤＲＡ ＨＡＲＧＲＥＥＶＥＳ 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: The Umbrella Academy 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞: The Side-Effects of Time Travel (series) 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Five Hargreeves

7. ＨＵＩ ＪＩＭＩＮ 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: Marvel/Loki Series 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞: Everybody Wants to Rule The World 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Loki Laufeyson

8. ＣＯＲＮＥＬＩＡ ＬＥＷＩＳ 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: Chronicles of Narnia 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞: Reminiscence 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Edmund Pevensie

9. ＪＥＳＳＩＥ ＳＡＬＶＡＤＯＲ 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: Stranger Things 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞: Something Wicked 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Max Mayfield

10. ＤＡＥＮＥＲＹＳ ＴＡＲＧＡＲＹＥＮ 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: How to Train Your Dragon 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞: Mother of Dragons (series) 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Hiccup Haddock III

11. ＬＹＲＡ ＹＥＯＨ 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞: Of Monsters & Men 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Newt Scamander

[justananxiousnight]

Until we meet again

I wasn’t waiting for his call. Absolutely not.

I was just as busy as always.

I had important things to do, while I wasn’t waiting for his call.

I had to clean my oven.

I made a mess cooking the peanut butter crumble and the cinnamon rolls. Those recipes came up to my mind and I wasn’t able to shake them off so I just started baking without thinking too much. I could probably gave them to my neighbours. They were always so sweet and caring with me.

A flash back of an interview rang to my ears. It seemed so long ago while in reality just few months had passed.

Suddenly the smell of peanut butter and cinnamon was too much to bear and I had to run to the window, searching for some air.

Bloody memories! It was too soon to face them.

I didn’t know what to tell him. I couldn’t trust myself and I was still too hurt. I knew I was at fault too but I wasn’t ready to grant forgiveness yet. Not to him. Not to myself. We made a big mess of things and I was trying to pick up all the pieces…

I reached for my phone.

He picked up almost immediately.

“Hey… It’s me…”

“Yeah… I know… I was just about to call you”

“Sorry if I…”

“Let me guess… You don’t want to see me”

He sounds so sad, almost defeated and I would do anything to ease him but…

“Just… not now. It’s just… I need a bit of time”

The silence was so heavy and my breathing was so fast.

“Ok. I… I understand. And it’s enough for now… But… Can I call you and text you again… please? I was miserable this past month, fuck, I am still miserable. I miss you so damn much…”

He was about to cry. And I was too.

“Ok… let’s… keep in touch, for now... I wish I was not but the truth is I miss you too… Just, let’s be honest with each other. No lying, no secrets… I’ll do my part as well, I promise.”

“Pinky promise?” He tried to lighting up the mood but the seriousness of our conversations was hanging in the air like a thick fog.

“Pinky promise!” I needed to ending the call even if I was drowning in each sounds coming from him. He was tattooed between my heart and my skin and that was a blessing and a curse at the same time.

“Newts… I need to finish some stuff…”

“Oh, of course… So… Bye Nic”

“Bye”

I hung up and released a big sigh, my shoulders somewhat lighter and my heart a bit happier. He was such an important part of my life. I remembered the final part of an Irish blessing “And until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.”

[casuallyakward]

Silly Game Time: Who are some of your favorite reptile characters? And what do you like about them?

They could be fully a real reptile (snakes, lizards, crocodilians--heck I'll even let you include amphibians like frogs, toads, newts, and salamanders if you want), partially reptile (like naga a partially humans and dragons are partually anything else), humanoid from fantasy or sci-fi (kobolds or silurians, etc.), or something else entirely. All that matters is that they're reptilain or reptoid.

not to toot my own horn, but i have a pair of ocs that are snakes - well, one of them is just a very traumatized girl and the other is a sort of astral snake that lends her enhanced abilities in exchange for occasionally bodyjacking her lol

they are some of my absolutely favorite blorbos, and they are basically in a highly toxic codependent abusive relationship. but! diversity win! they are both femme presenting :) lmao but yeah they are each highly exaggerated representation of some of my most mentally ill years which also happen to be my middle/high school years.

also realizing they are also perfect examples of my taste in fictional women - depressed cinnamon-roll and violent yandere lmaoooooo

anyway you can read about them and many more traumatized shapeshifting teens in the webcomic I make with my bestie, Inner Daemons (previously known as Daemons of Lorasne)

on a seperate note, also love all the dragon characters Dollightful created in a series of doll repaint videos - so so sooo creative with very impressive body mods to turn these monster high dolls into anthropomorphic dragons (of fire, water, earth, air, light, dark, and magic!)

[4theseus-s]

newt: *eating a cinnamon roll*

theseus: cannibalism

newt: *confused chewing noises*

[berryflavouredkoolaid]

Wilhelmina Jenkins - OC

~ General ~

Full Name: Wilhelmina Colette Jenkins

Nickname(s): Billie (By everyone), Will (By her family), BJ (Mary)

Birthdate: January 28th, 1960

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Residence: London, England/New York City, United States | Ottery St. Catchpole, England

~ Physical Appearance ~

Hair Colour: Light brown

Eye Colour: Amber

Skin Tone: Tan

Height: 5’9

Body Type: Mesomorph

~ Background ~

Hometown: London, England

Born and raised in London, Billie spent much of her childhood on the streets of London with her brothers. From stealing sweets from the corner store, to sneaking into music venues to see concerts, Billie’s childhood was full of fond memories.

~ Family ~

Mother: Jeanette “Jeanie” Carr

Jeanie Carr, an American aspiring journalist, spent the summer after her college graduation in London, hoping to expand her horizons. While there, she explored museums, concerts and met Thomas Jenkins. The pair fell hopelessly in love. Jeanie learned of Thomas’s magical heritage after their wedding, only 6 months after meeting. Needless to say, Jeanie stayed in London for much longer than just a summer. Twelve years, actually. Until, she received an offer of Editor-at-Large for Vogue. Thomas refused to follow her, adamant that their three children attend his alma aater. The pair separated, and divorced officially a year later. The custody agreement dictated that the three Jenkins children would spend at school in England and spend summer holidays with their mother. Jeanie visits for Christmas every year.

Father: Thomas Jenkins

An archivist for the Ministry of Magic, Thomas Jenkins met Jeanie Carr 4 years after his graduation from Hogwarts. For him, it was love at first sight. However, it wouldn’t last. Adamant that their three children attend Hogwarts, Thomas refused to make the move across the pond to America with Jeanie. This culminated in their divorce. Thomas has the children Christmas and Easter break.

Eldest Brother: Thomas Jr. “Tommy” Jenkins

The eldest of the Jenkins children, Tommy was the first to attend Hogwarts. He was sorted into Hufflepuff. There, he met Ruth Cole, a Ravenclaw. Initially a harsh rivalry, By the time their 6th year rolled around, the pair were hopelessly smitten for each other and married the summer after their graduation. They have two children, Lorelai and Carter. Tommy owns an apothecary in Diagonal Alley.

Older Brother: Edward “Ed” Jenkins

Ed Jenkins, the first Gryffindor in the family, marked the beginning of a trend for the Jenkins children. Often the leader of their little gang, Ed became an Auror after his time at Hogwarts. He was killed in 1980 while fighting against a group of Death Eaters.

~ Magic & Schooling ~

Wand:

Wood: Red Oak

Core: Dragon Heartstring

Length: 12”

Flexibility: Rigid

House: Gryffindor

Best Class: Defence Against the Dark Arts

Worst Class: Potions

Patronus: Mongrel Dog

Patronus Memory: When she scored the winning goal for Gryffindor in the Quidditch Cup finals

Boggart: A giant snake

Riddikulus: It turns into a confetti streamer

Amortentia (what she smells like): Cinnamon, smoke, warm spiced perfume, maple syrup

Amortentia (what she smells): Parchment, chocolate, something smoky, tea (earlier: cedar, campfire, firewhiskey)

Mirror of Erised: She and all her friends and family together, alive and happy, like they were while at school

Quidditch: Yes—Gryffindor Chaser

Prefect: No

Clubs: No

OWLs:

Transfiguration: Outstanding

Charms: Exceeds Expectations

Potions: Exceeds Expectations

Defence Against the Dark Arts: Outstanding

Herbology: Acceptable

Muggle Studies: Outstanding

History of Magic: Dreadful

Care of Magical Creatures: Exceeds Expectations

NEWTs:

Transfiguration: Exceeds Expectations

Charms: Exceeds Expectations

Defence Against the Dark Arts: Outstanding

Muggle Studies: Outstanding

Care of Magical Creatures: Exceeds Expectations

~ Career & Affliations ~

1991-1998:Student at Hogwarts

1978-1981: Auror-in-Training, Member of the Order of the Phoenix

1981-1995: Auror

1995-1998: Auror, Member of the Order of the Phoenix

1998-Retirement: Auror

~ Personality & Traits ~

Personality: A Gryffindor through and through, Billie is as impulsive as she is brave. A combination with frequently lands her in Professor McGonagall’s office. Despite her normally cheery and friendly demeanour, Billie’s temper is short and hot. Billie is a social butterfly and, more often then not, is the organizer of the majority of Gryffindor house’s most legendary parties. Never one for self-doubt, Billie prefers not to dwell on negative emotions and work through them by herself.

Strengths: Loyal, outgoing, brave

Weaknesses: Impulsive, short-tempered, snappish

Fatal Flaw: Quick to anger

Likes: Pepper Imps, Quidditch, red, mini skirts, parties, Defence Against the Dark Arts, black tea, Pall Malls, plummy lipsticks, sweaters, winter, making fun of the Marauders, cars, dancing, going to hogsmeade

Dislikes: Excessively self-confident people, monotony, seafood, country music, reptiles, camping, musicals, exercise, brussels sprouts, humidity, eggs

Hobbies: Playing guitar, dancing, partying, hanging out with her friends

Favourite Place: The Three Broomsticks or the Gryffindor common room

~ Relationships ~

Best Friend(s):

Mary MacDonald

Friends:

Lily Evans

Marlene Mckinnon

Molly Weasley

Arthur Weasley

Fabian Prewett

Hestia Jones

James Potter?

Rivals:

Sirius Black

Ludo Bagman

Severus Snape

Enemies: Antonin Dolohov

Lover(s):

Gideon Prewett (D. 1981)

Billie and Gideon were close friends for almost their entire time at Hogwarts. Gideon was in the year ahead of Billie and the one to tell her about the Order when he joined up. They always had a will-they-won’t-they sort of relationship. In Billie’s 6th year, Gideon asked her to Hogsmeade on a date and she accepted. They went to Madam Puddifoot’s, although it was so horrifically awkward that they snuck out without paying and went to The Three Broomsticks. They were together until Gideon’s death in 1981 at the hands of the Death Eaters. They had one child, Clara Jenkins-Prewett

Remus Lupin

Billie Jenkins hadn’t seen Remus Lupin in over a decade when she offered to let him stay in her home. She’d heard the stories from the Weasleys about the disastrous ending to his only year teaching at Hogwarts and before she knew was she was doing, had sent him a letter. After several weeks of back-and-forth correspondence, Remus was worn down by her persistence. Billie enchanted a room to the specifications she had read up on and Remus came to stay. The pair quickly found themselves falling for each other, and by the years end were hopelessly in love. They were married in a small ceremony two years later with only a few friends and family.

Children:

Clara Jenkins-Prewett

Clara Jenkins-Prewett was born on April 19th, 1980. Born to Billie Jenkins and Gideon Prewett, Clara was a surprise. Clara’s father was killed less than a year after her birth. Raised in Ottery St. Catchpole, Clara spent much of her childhood with her cousins in The Burrow. At Hogwarts, she was sorted into Gryffindor and, like her mother, joined the Quidditch team.

~ Misc & Notes ~

She has terrible allergies and is practically dead for 3 weeks straight in the spring.

Billie has never missed a Hogsmeade weekend. It’s one of her favourite places in the world.

She never forgave Ludo Bagman for cheating her out of her winnings for a bet they made. The bet was that she couldn’t do 3 consecutive loop-de-loops on her broom while drunk. She did it, and immediately puked on the quidditch field.

She rooms with Mary, Lily and Marlene and has since first year.

Billie has really unique handwriting. It’s sort of a mix between cursive and regular handwriting. It’s practically unreadable to anyone who isn’t practiced in deciphering it.

She’s a weekend smoker. She doesn’t make it a habit but when she’s deep in thought or drunk, she’ll bum one.

She makes mixtapes for her friends. Every year, she and Mary exchange summer mixtapes before leaving Hogwarts.

She likes to do her homework outside by the Black Lake when it’s nice out.

She spends every summer in New York. She met her first boyfriend there when she was 14.

She and James are sort-of friends. They’re both chasers on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and necessity dictates that they be friendly. They also are both the ones behind a large chunk of the infamous Gryffindor parties. Honestly, even Lily thinks they’re too similar for their own good.

She and Molly Weasley are still close and have tea regularly. Billie is sort of aunt-like figure to the Weasley children.

Billie swore a solemn oath she would never curse her children with a terrible name like hers had. She stayed true to that vow.

Molly Weasley and Billie became very close following Gideon’s death. Billie relied on Molly for guidance raising Clara. They are still dear friends.

{probably my favourite oc i’ve written so far!!}

[ao3feed-scorbus]

All I Want For Christmas Is You (And A Ferret Dad PLEASE)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zYhN8UE by blueandgreyhour A month before Christmas, chaos reigns supreme in the Malfoy household as one very determined Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy pulls out all the stops to get the one thing he wants the most in the world- a pet ferret. Words: 3236, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Scorpius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass, Albus Severus Potter, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Rolf Scamander, Newt Scamander Relationships: Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Malfoy Family-centric (Harry Potter), Cinnamon Roll Scorpius Malfoy, Fluff and Crack, Attempt at Humor, Draco is trying his best, Astoria just laughs at him, Scorpius is so one track minded you guys read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52554880