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fantastic-fanfic-beasts · 6 years ago

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It Just Feels Right

Newt Scamander x Male Reader ~ Oneshot, as requested by anon

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Warm water caresses your bare skin, and it reminds you of the way that he used to hold you when he first met you. Letting your head rest against the edge of the bathtub, you close your eyes and remember.

He had run into you (literally) when both of you were first years. Neither of you were the most popular, so you quickly became fast friends. The moment you set eyes on him you knew that you were going to fall for him. Unfortunately there was competition - Leta Lestrange. To top it all off, you didn’t even know if he was interested in other men. And you weren’t going to take a chance and wreck the close relationship you had with him as a friend.

After Hogwarts you fell out of touch with Newt. For all you knew he had ended up marrying Leta. Eventually your path led you into the Dark Arts. You couldn’t bring yourself to use it for ‘evil’, but you definitely found it more effective and interesting than the more… Legal magic. Of course it didn’t take long for the Ministry to find out about this, and so you were brought to only a few months ago - hiding out somewhere in Wales. You finally broke down and wrote to Newt, the only contact you had left that you felt you could trust. Honestly you hadn’t expected a letter back; it shocked you when you received a rather bedraggled owl in return, bearing an offer for you to join him in New York. After reading it you had sunk to the ground, clutching the tattered paper to your chest. Your heart fluttered, and you struggled to remind yourself that he didn’t think of you as anything except a friend. The fact that he invited you to stay with him meant nothing more than that he was as kind as he had always been. What an amazing soul he always had…

And so you were here. After all this time… You realized that you were smiling. Shaking yourself out of your reminiscence, you couldn’t stop yourself from startling when you heard the door of the small apartment creaking open.

“Newt, is that you?” You hurriedly clambered out of the tub, wrapping a bathrobe around yourself.

There wasn’t any response, but you could hear someone sinking down onto the small couch across from the door.

“Hey, is something wrong?” You frowned, seeing Newt looking smaller than you had ever seen him, his head buried in his hands. Making your way over and sitting beside him you wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer.

He sighed deeply. “N-no, I’m just… I…”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it unless you don’t want to. Should I call Tina and tell her not to come over this afternoon?”

“She’s already on the way, it’s over. I mean, there’s no point. It’s fine.” He waved a hand dismissively.

“You don’t sound like yourself, Newt. I’m worried about you.” You said bluntly. “If there’s something bothering you, you can tell me. You can tell me anything.” I love you. You choked the thought back. It just felt so natural to say. But you couldn’t.

He turned his face to look at you, and his eyes seemed to burn. A light flush rested across his cheeks, and his gaze met yours with an intensity you weren’t prepared for. You’d never seen him like this - usually he was more timid, almost awkward in social situations. Your breath left your body in a sharp exhale. You were so close to him… Your breathing ruffled his messy bangs ever so slightly. You couldn’t look away.

Newt leaned in closer. “Listen, I - I don’t know if you feel the same, so. I’m just gonna do it. I’ve thought about it for a, for a long time now.”

All you could do was nod, and close your eyes. A warmth seemed to fill your body, and your heart felt like it was on fire. “Yes…”

His lips met yours. They were soft, chapped ever so slightly. The kiss was awkward, and you could feel the nervousness and tension radiating off of him. He’s never done this before, the thought occurred to you, and you had to stop yourself from moaning.

Pulling back only for a moment to take a breath, you dove in again. Leading the kiss, you drew him in against your bare chest - the bathrobe falling open. Reaching up and tangling your fingers in his hair, you relished the feeling of his body completely pliable beneath your hands. There was no sense of time passing, there was only the smell, the feel, the reality of Newt in your arms. And he was kissing you back.

The door of the apartment opened so silently (for once) that neither of you noticed until you heard Tina’s soft gasp. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I’ll just be going now!” She hurriedly backed out, shock battling with a look of knowing in her eyes.

You let your eyes slide shut again, resting your forehead against Newt’s. He had looked more embarrassed than he had ever in his entire life, but what did it matter?

“I never thought I’d say this, but I think. I think I love you.” Newt said quietly.

Your heart leaped. “I love you too.” And you were finally content. The world will just have to deal with it.

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siswritesyanderes · 4 years ago

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Yandere Posts Masterlist

(Boy oh boy, I’m finally heeding the call for organization.) Hopefully I got all of them. Order is not alphabetical. PLEASE comment if possible.

(For clarification, this used to be a yandere HP blog, but it isn’t anymore. I write for many fandoms; requests can be sent to my inbox.)

Ko-fi in my bio.

AO3 Fics:

(This is not a complete list of my fics; you can see more on AO3)

Best Summer Forever (Yandere Phineas Flynn/reader) (from Phineas and Ferb)

Fragile Machines (Yandere Connor/Lucy, Yandere Ralph/Markus) (from Detroit: Become Human)

Full Offense to Freud (Yandere Kevin/original female character) (from We Need to Talk About Kevin)

Hey Little Songbird (You’d Shine Like a Diamond) (Yandere Roman Sionis/Dinah Lance) (from Birds of Prey)

Luna Who? (Yandere Tom/Luna) (crossover with Doctor Who)

Property Rights of the Ultra-Talented (Yandere Izuru/Makoto) (from Danganronpa)

Rule One: Don’t Be Afraid (Yandere Jasper and Alice/original black female character) (from Twilight)

Safe Because I’m With the Apex Predator (Yandere Druig and Makkari/reader) (from Eternals)

The Verge of Connection (Yandere Kris and Yandere Discarded Vessel/the SOUL or Player) (from Deltarune)

Your Enclosure (Yandere Newt kidnaps reader)

Requests/Posts:

Misc. Yanderes: Who would handle being tackled the best/worst?

Misc. Yanderes: Who would most/least enjoy physical contact?

Misc. Yanderes: Who would help you bury a body?

Misc. Yanderes: Who’s best/worst for autistic darling?

Preferred Yandere from Multiple Fandoms

Unidentified Yandere/Veela

Yandere Alice/Sadie (OC) (Twilight) if they met before Jasper

Yandere Alice/college!reader/Yandere Jasper (Twilight)

Yandere Annabeth/Yandere Percy/Reader trying to escape (PJO)

Yandere Aro/Leah (Twilight)

Yandere Attuma/Okoye brainstorm (Marvel/MCU)

Yandere Basilisk

part 1

part 2

Yandere Bellatrix/female Hufflepuff Muggleborn

Yandere Bruno (Disney’s Encanto)

Yandere Bucky, Yandere Sam, Yandere Sambucky (Marvel/MCU)

Yandere Carlisle and Esme/human reader (Twilight)

bonus: if pregnant reader

bonus: if reader comes from abusive home

Yandere Connor brainstorm (Detroit: Become Human)

Yandere Coriolanus Snow forced agere (The Hunger Games)

part 1

part 2

Yandere Coriolanus Snow/Yandere Sejanus Plinth/reader (The Hunger Games)

Yandere Credence/Muggle reader

Yandere Cullens forced agere (Twilight)

part 1

bottle-feeding

If reader throws a tantrum

If reader stops talking

Misc. questions answered

If reader is sick

Christmas gifts

Yandere Doctor Who brainstorm

Yandere Doctor Who headcanons (softest Doctor?)

Yandere Doctor Who: How quickly would 9-13 become yandere?

Yandere Doctor Who: other companions?

Yandere Doctor Who/Sadie (OC)

Yandere Draco and Yandere Harry/Ravenclaw reader

part 1

part 2

Yandere Draco/male Gryffindor prankster

Yandere Draco/Weasley reader

Yandere Druig/Yandere Makkari/Reader brainstorm (Marvel/MCU)

part 1

part 2

Yandere Druig/Yandere Makkari/Reader forced age regression (Marvel/MCU)

If reader is a digital artist

If reader throws a tantrum

If reader goes along with it

Yandere Druig/Yandere Makkari/Sadie (OC)

Yandere Druig mind reading (Marvel/MCU)

Yandere Edmund (king of winter!Narnia)

Yandere Eleven/Yandere River/Reader forced age regression (Doctor Who)

idea

snippet

Yandere Elsa headcanons (Disney)

Yandere Elves/Eragon forced agere (Eragon)

part 1

part 2 with Murtagh

part 3

part 4

Yandere Eternals brainstorm (Marvel/MCU)

Yandere Founders/married reader

bonus: if reader had a kid

Yandere Founders/noblewoman reader

Yandere Founders/Sadie (OC)

Yandere Gilderoy

Yandere Gilgamesh/Yandere Thena/Reader (Marvel/MCU)

Yandere Glamrocks forced agere (FNAF)

Yandere Harry/Death Eaters’ daughter

Yandere Harry/Draco’s sister

Yandere Harry/Muggle

Yandere Harry/twin brother (familial yandere/not incestuous)

Yandere Hermione/Muggle

Yandere Interview with the Vampire forced agere

Loustat vs. Loumand abducting/regressing a darling

Armand catches Loustat darling reaching out to Lestat

Armand withholds darling from Louis during episode 5

Day-to-day life of Loustat little vs. Loumand little

Louis extreme protectiveness

Loumand little in Dubai

Loumand darling during/after episode 8

Loumand darling returned

Yandere Jasper/Sadie (OC) (Twilight) if they met before Alice

Yandere Jasper/college!reader/Yandere Alice (Twilight)

Yandere Lee Scoresby (His Dark Materials series)

Yandere Leo Valdez has kidnapped you (Heroes of Olympus)

Yandere Lily kidnaps you

Yandere Loki brainstorm (Marvel/MCU)

Yandere Loki where he’s king of Midgard (Marvel/MCU)

Yandere Lord Asriel (His Dark Materials series)

Yandere Luna/no-nonsense reader

Yandere Marauders/reader

Yandere Marcus/Leah (Twilight)

Yandere MCU heroes forced agere party (Marvel/MCU)

bonus: more Guardians of the Galaxy

Do they name their darlings?

If their little had a crush

If their little used profanity

If another yandere tried to steal their little

Yandere Metamorphmagus

Yandere Misc.

Yandere Moody

part 1

part 2

Yandere Moon headcanons (FNAF)

bonus: who babysits?

Yandere Moon chases darling (FNAF)

Yandere Moon and Sun get rough (FNAF)

Yandere Narcissa replacing Lucius with reader

Yandere Newt forced agere

Yandere Newt hc’s

Yandere Newt if reader wanted kids

or if reader was on their period

Yandere Newt/Sadie (OC)

Yandere Percy Jackson/mortal reader trying to escape (PJO)

Yandere Percy Jackson/Annabeth

Yandere Percy Jackson/Yandere Annabeth/Reader trying to escape (PJO)

Yandere Percy Weasley/prankster reader

Yandere Percy Weasley/smart reader

Yandere Peter Parker: differentiating MCU and TASM

Yandere Peter Parker: Raimi-verse brainstorm

Yandere Poseidon kidnapping Percy for forced agere (PJO)

Yandere Ralsei brainstorm (Deltarune)

Yandere Slytherin Reader/Newt (part 1, part 2)

Yandere Remus

Yandere Severus hc’s

Yandere Severus supplies reader with potions

Yandere Severus/Muggle

Yandere Sirius uses imperius curse

Yandere Salazar/Muggle

Yandere Sam, Yandere Bucky, Yandere Sambucky (Marvel/MCU)

Yandere Sun headcanons (FNAF) (bonus: who babysits?)

Yandere Sun bottle-feeding (FNAF)

Yandere Sun getting rough (FNAF)

Yandere Sun and Moon Christmas (FNAF)

Yandere Sun and Moon/night guard, slow regression (FNAF)

Yandere Sun and Moon/night guard who already regresses (FNAF)

Yandere Susan/friend who had a date (Narnia)

Yandere Ten regenerates into Yandere Eleven (Doctor Who)

Yandere Thena/Yandere Gilgamesh/Reader (Marvel/MCU)

Yandere Tom Riddle/Muggle half-sister (ambiguously platonic)

Yandere Tom Riddle treats reader as his mother (LEMON)

part 1

part 2

Yandere Tom/twin sister (non-consensually incestuous) (LEMON)

Yandere Tom relationship fluff

Yandere Tom/distant Slytherin relative (YMMV on the incest; distant relation)

Yandere Tom/Hufflepuff reader, soul bond

Yandere Tom/Muggle (+ bonus)

Yandere Tom/trans male reader (coming out)

Yandere Weasley twins/prankster gf

Yandere Weasleys hc’s

Yandere Will Herondale/Downworlder (Infernal Devices series)

Yandere Zuko/Yandere Sokka/reader (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

part 1

part 2

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delicrieux · 6 years ago

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a secret history // iv.

PAIRING: albus x m!reader x newt, some theseus x reader again warnings: swearing, your ideal image of hogwarts crumbling before your eyes, sexual content summary: (name) is a very diligent student and will stop at nothing to get what he desires

a/n: who knew dark academia was difficult to write?! donna tartt and m.l. rio make it look effortless ugh QUEENS!!! i know w my writing i move at literal sloth pace but i can’t help it:(

feedback is always appreciated xoxo

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ACT II

SCENE I

At Hogwarts there is a room for anything one may desire. The castle needs people to survive; without them, is merely an empty shell of a former being. The spaces grow and disappear and regrow again upon command; the infinity of it is fascinating and worth exploring, alone or not. Yet some rooms are fixed – they do not wander, nor do they suddenly vanish into smoke – namely the ones that are created by wizards. One of such wondrous areas contains a swimming pool, it being the least magical thing on the grounds.

The air is polluted with chlorine; crystal blue water is poured over pale slippery tiles once students go in and out of it. Council had insisted that Hogwarts’ students especially hardly have any exercise. How can one have a healthy mind when their body is lacking? Yes, there is Quidditch, ruthless and difficult and needing intense endurance, but how one may build it if there are no easier ways to train? Running and flying can only get one that far. For that reason, physical education was added to the curriculum. Many students met this with groans of protests. Newton Scamander was no different from them, full to the brim with dread at the mere prospect of wearing nothing but a black tank and black shorts clinging to his petit form while he swims in cold water.

The Coach’s whistle blows and they all line up by the pool, its depths seemingly endless the harder Newt stares at it. The water is unmoving; from outside the windows a lifeless morning greats them with bleak, ghastly light. His fellow housemates mix with the joining house – Slytherin today, Gryffindor next week – and whisper amongst themselves. Newton already feels as if he is drowning. The Coach starts to speak, his accent thick and Irish and Newton faintly hears (Name)’s serpent like hiss about one thing or another. It is a voice that cannot be mistaken for anyone else. With longing, or perhaps out of desperate habit, Newton tilts his head to the side of the voice, catching (Name) engaged in eager conversation with Vasnev Tarasovich. The two of them make quite a comedic pair: (Name), tall, lanky, and of theatrical expression, jittering next to a somewhat stone-faced, bulky, and short Vasnev. Newton quickly looks away before he is spotted.

Out of swimming, or standing half-naked, Newton dreaded seeing (Name) the most. He could not look at him the same way after the Gala. But for different reasons, ones he is yet unable to name, nor admit.

The smell is repugnant. It reminds him of a few summer back, when (Name) was still but an apparition, not entirely real, belonging to a different frame of reality. It was evening and the sky was gold-orange and delightful, the summer heat clinging to his skin, humid, and choking with the sweet scent of roses. The Scamander summer home was envied by many, it being idyllic, a visage of soft colours Monet no doubt painted. A lake was nearby, which’s water was always warm; the grass was cut; the garden was crowded with flowers; his mother’s homemade lemonade was the staple of summer holiday: citrusy, sugary, it touched the very core of the soul.

And Newt sat hidden in the rosebushes, their thorns picking at his side with the same force their red petals caressed the sides of his flushed face. Theseus and that boy from school, (Name) (Lastname), sat lounged by the lake with nothing but swim shorts. It was highly improper. Newton figured that is why (Lastname) did not show up since their mother left, making Newton and his brother the only occupants for the day. (Lastname) brought a bottle of something bubbly and the two of them drank it the same way their bodies drank the rays of the sun. It was the first and only time Newton saw Theseus smoke a cigarette - his face was red and he was coughing and (Name) did nothing but laugh and drink and mock him.

Newton’s mind drifted, anxious to get out. He assumed Theseus figured Newton was locked in his room, too uncomfortable with a guest to show himself. And that is all true, except Newt found the day much too pleasant to pass up and found a comfortable spot by the roses, in the shade, in the buzz of honeybees and natures alluring songs. But then he heard a different, somewhat familiar voice and grasped his books, practically falling into the bushes, yelping and hissing as the thorns pierced his skin. Now he was stuck, with nothing to do but watch two boys enjoy their summer holiday. He felt as if an intruder.

(Name) stood up and stretched and Theseus muttered something about lemonade and rushed back into the house with an uneven step. (Name) looked around, tall, a bit burned from tanning, his face strangely focused for his slouched stance. He looked so beautiful it terrified Newton.

Theseus appeared again with two glasses and ice clinking within them. He said some joke and (Name) laughed again. Then, he slung his arm over his shoulder, continuing to talk and the two boys were close in an amiable way. Or so it appeared. Newton did not entirely focus on that, rather it is the height difference that allured him. (Name) was younger, though much taller, and it appeared a bit silly having to position his body in such a way to fit Theseus’ grip. And his skin looked boyish soft, though his face already showed sharp signs of adolescence. But his knees were bruised (an alarming observation Newt noticed time and time again as years went by, though how or why he could never place) and for someone so graceful and lean, Newt could not imagine (Name) being so clumsy.

The heat was scorching and the scent or roses made his eyes water. (Name) tapped his brother’s hand and pulled from his grip, grabbing his wrist and yanking him into the water. The two boys fell with booming laughs and splashes. The view was then obscured by an old oak and Newt figured now was as good of a time as any to run back into his room and never speak of this to anyone ever again.

He is not sure why that memory resurfaced all of the sudden, yet it did, and it was so vivid it frightened him. He is suddenly back in the cool, wet room and acutely aware of all eyes on him, the Coach’s expectant stare and the snickering group of boys watching him like hawks. He is quickly pushed to the peer by strong hands, and the last thing he sees before being plunged into water is his own mortified reflection on its rippling surface.

Newton was never a good swimmer. And when lacking the proper preparation he is even worse, catatonic in water, it swallows him up completely, it is claustrophobic and his heart beats wildly. Chlorine fills his mouth and desperately he tries to swim up to catch his breath, but his hands cramp up and panic sets his mind ablaze.

It’s that repulsive smell of roses that lingers in his mind when his eyes fall scarily shut, body heaving with shivers. The summer day returns as a mirage of the romantic past. Though in this version, the tall, stretching boys notices the one hiding in the rosebushes and calls his name in a joyful exclamation. The last thing his mind conjures is playful, sunlit (colour) eyes and then…

He is lurched back to reality painfully and gasping for breath, as if being born all over again. He opens his wild green eyes and everything is blurry and staggers and he is shaking and coughing and someone is holding his shoulders and trying to snap him out of it. In the buzzing of his mind he hears the Coach shout “Space! Give him some space! Let him breath!” and those arms are pulled off of him and he slowly sits up, his nose and throat burning from the alien water stuck within it.

A peculiar scene unfolds around him. He is sprawled on the tiles, red faced and trembling from the cold, as his schoolmates surround him and watch as if it was an exotic play. He is drenched; his hair sticks to the sides of his face like seaweed.. He slowly turns his head, failing to hear the curious mutters of students – they are hardly concerned for his wellbeing, rather more intrigued to the conclusion of this act – and his eyes finally land on (Name) who is held by Vasnev, dripping with water, panting, eyes wild with raw worry. It shocks Newton more than almost drowning.

“Can you stand, son?” The Coach inquires, extending his hand. Newt regards it as if an unfamiliar object, lastly clasping his frail hands around his and being yanked onto his feet. He sways in place, and the Coach lands a reassuring, comforting hand on his shoulders, “Go change. You’re dismissed for today. When you’re done, find me. I’ll take you to the nurse.” He then turns to the ogling crowd, “The rest of you - fifteen laps in groups of three.” Lastly, he regards (Name) with pride, “Quick reflexes, (Lastname). Ten points to Slytherin.”

Vasnev: “Shoulda been a bloody Gryffindor.” (Name): “Don’t be stupid. If it were you, I would have laughed and made sure you never surfaced.”

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Newton Scamander is amiss with emotion, uncertain what to feel, or think for that matter. He changed in a daze, wrapped his scarf around his neck absentminded and aloof, faintly feeling the cold that seemingly seeped past his skin and settled into his very bones. The stench dragged into the locker room and wild splashes and exuberant shouts, muffled as they were, grounded Newton in reality when he just started to slip again. It was (Name) that jumped into the pool after him instead of poking fun with the rest; it was (Name) that reacted first, rather than the trained teacher. It was a display of honest and true friendship. Newt got light just thinking about it.

After he had reassured the Coach he is fine, still blinking stupidly, still clearing his throat and scrunching his nose, he left the area with one last glance sent the swimming boys’ way. He was unable to find (Name) amongst them, possibly he was submerged underwater, or just out of eyesight, and Newton left feeling just a tad disappointment he wasn’t able to thank him. Perhaps (Name) would find him on his own. Newton was always too afraid to seek him out; too uncomfortable with the company the Slytherin boy often entertained. That is what he decided he shall do – wait.

He stumbled into the corridor and pulled his robe closer – the air is warmer and is almost unnervingly dry, though he still trembles. He stops when he spots a vaguely familiar figure lounging by the windowsill, heavy book in hand. It is Alexander, and Newt immediately feels scorched. The silent boy reads “Iliad” – a title mentioned a few times during History of Magic, all the way back in year five, no, four? Newton does not have History of Magic anymore, and the only reason he can think why Alexander has this book, it nearly tearing at its spine, with fragile pages that crumble when touched too roughly, is because he is either in (Name)’s class, or is trying to get (Name)’s attention. Considering he sits right across from the door to the boys’ locker room, Newton leans more to the latter. That idea does not sit well with him.

He regards Alexander with a spiteful look, though the boy not once glances away from his reading, simply turns the page and continues. Alas, Newton wanders down the hall, dejected.

The day passes in a blur and not once or twice did (Name) rush past him, never stopping, not even muttering a half-hearted greeting. At dinner Leta sat with Newton and she was speaking something charming, something light, yet his eyes kept wandering to the Slytherin boy discussing secrets with Vasnev. The pit in his stomach seemed to open so wide it nearly swallowed him up. Why did (Name) detach himself so heartlessly after such a selfless act? Could it be that Newton was to blame, as he was the first to step out of their friendship?

He must talk to him, Newton concluded, taking a shy sip of his drink. He must.

The night fell over the castle like a velvet curtain, heavy, starless. The castle appears uncanny in the dark; portraits mumble sleepily, pale figures of ghosts float and loom in corners, watching nothing in particular, their gazes set beyond these cold walls, beyond this world. The dungeons are damp and cool and Newton’s heart hammers in his chest like a wild drum. He is in search of (Name) – Head Boy duties and all, the privilege to patrol the corridors and punish wandering students till the magical 3 in the morning – and he finds him quite easily, pacing calmly, his wand being the only source of bleak light.

Though as it appears, Newton is not the only one in need of (Name)’s company. Just when he is about to move from his hiding place and utter a timid “Hello”, Doris Sherbet slinks from the shadows like a beautiful siren from the parting waves. Her voice is soft and rasp and o so alluring, and she asks the Head Boy if he would like to take a walk with her, “I am just on my way to my Common Room” she explains, “the castle is so dark and eerie…I took a wrong turn and now I’m here.” She lies.

“I’m afraid I cannot help you, Doris.” (Name)’s voice is diplomatic, perhaps a tad amused, “Five points from Ravenclaw and please, do not let me catch you again.”

She is visibly displeased yet saunters away without another word. Then, (Name), to himself mumbles, “Five points to me for doing such a fan-bloody-tastic job.”

But before one visitor leaves, another arrives, and this time it is Alexander and Newton wants to turn back and forget this whole silly elaborate plan all together. But again, (Name), with a hefty annoyed sigh, dismisses the boy. No house points were lost, however.

Alas, in the dark they are finally left alone. Newt, from the pillars he takes solace in, watches as (Name) leisurely approaches, and before the boy can pass he grabs his upper arm and freezes him in place. Innocent green eyes meet startled (colour) ones. For a moment there is pure silence, only the alien drip drip drip from somewhere down the hall lulls in the background.

“Well,” (Name) mutters in an exhale of breath, “you are the last person I figured I would find here.”

Newt let’s go of him slowly, now uncertain what should he do with his hands. He clears his throat, glancing to the side before starting, “I-well…I just…I wanted to thank you. For today.” The skin of his cheeks burns in rouge, and he wonders briefly in (Name) can see it.

The Slytherin boy’s face softens, if slightly, “Gave me a real scare, you know.” He admits with a hint of that same raw concern Newt saw earlier. The shorter boy gulps, his throat suddenly painfully dry. “But you are very welcome. Now you best run along back to the common room before a wandering professor sees you. I am afraid I will not be much help then.”

But saying goodbye now feels like all of this would go to waste. Perhaps Newt had missed him so dearly he was unable to move, or perhaps he decided to do something brave for the first time in his life as he pulls (Name) into a fierce hug, his heart nearly at his throat. The taller boy is stiff for a moment, unresponsive, but then one arm lazily drapes over Newts shoulder and pulls just a tad closer. He smells of imported cigarettes and expensive cologne.

Newton tastes bitterness on the tip of his tongue when he pulls away, taking a good step back and clearing his throat, flustered, hot as that summer day that nearly drowned him.

“Five points to Hufflepuff.” (Name) announces proudly in an amused whisper.

“…F-For what?” Newt blinks, “For breaking the rules?”

“Would I ever reward you for anything less?” (Name) questions, then winks, “Go now. Off to bed.”

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niftynifflerfics · 6 years ago

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Fantastic Beasts Masterlist

Legend:

Angst: 🌩

Fluff: ❤️

Smut: 🔥

Who Needs Plans Anyway? - Newt Scamander x female reader 🔥❤️

Valentine’s Day plans go south when you arrive home hot, flustered and ready to go.

Dating Queenie Goldstein Headcanons - Gender Neutral❤️🌩

None currently

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envision-fandom · 6 years ago

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Framed attraction

Newt Scamander Fanfiction

Couple: Reader (Hufflepuff) x Newt

Pt2

You dragged your case into the Hufflepuff Head girl dorm room, followed closely by your friend and your cat, who jumped up onto the bed, clearly claiming it as his own.

“You’ll be sleeping on the floor then.” Your friend joked and you turned to smile at her.

“Yeah I guess so, you know Badger, he always chooses the best spot. He really is a spoilt cat.” You look over at him affectionately and laugh at his strange behaviour. He had dragged one of the pillows down towards the middle of the bed with his mouth, before kneading it into a suitable position and lying down to nap.

You began unpacking your belongings, prepared to transform your new room into your own. You hung up a Hufflepuff flag and a small poster of a badger, before putting up your favourite Fantastic Beasts calander, which exhibited a new extraordinary creature each month.

It was your dream to work with animals since you were a young girl and your ambition only increased after attending Hogwarts and learning about the amazing creatures that were within the Wizarding world.

You then began unloading your uniform and placing your books on the shelf, making sure that your favourite book ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them’ by Newt Scamander was sitting proudly on top.

You stood back and admired your handywork, officially feeling at home.

“I can’t believe you got selected as Head Girl!” Your friend exclaims as you make your way back down to the new Head boy/girl common room. “Well I mean I can, you are the best in our house, but still it’s exciting isn’t it?”

You look over at her “It’s a lot of responsibility that’s what it is.” and then smile “But yes, it’s most definitely exciting.”

You sit beside Hermione Granger, who was the Head girl for Gryffindor and introduce yourself and your friend. She was really easy to get along with, and you were glad you would have someone to talk to within your new facility. That was the only downside of being Head Girl, although it was awesome to have your own spacious room, with a double bed and personal bathroom, it was bound to get lonely.

You were exhausted after your first official day back and had a tonne of homework to get on with, towards your upcoming N.E.W.T.S. You decided to head straight back to the common room after your final lesson to begin working on the homework you had been set for every lesson!

You sat beside the fire and after hours of working, you began to stare into the distance, your eyes lading on an intricate frame hanging on the opposite wall. Your interest was instantly peeked after noticing the carvings within the gold painted frame. You walked over to it for a closer look and was taken back after noticing the carvings formed the shape of several animals, which were written about within your ‘Fantastic Beasts’ book, such as a niffler, Occamy, Bowtruckle and Thunderbird. It was the most amazing frame you had ever seen and would look amazing in your room, added to your collection of Fantastic Beast related items.

However, you knew the frame must belong to someone’s portrait, even if they were away for the moment. Therefore, you decided to leave it there and wait to see who’s portrait ended up in such an amazing frame.

After the first few weeks back there was still no sign of the person in the portrait and you even had Hermione on the look out, but to your luck the frame was empty, which meant you felt okay about taking it.

You hung it on the wall to the side of your bed and smiled contently towards it. You thought about hanging a mirror inside it and decided to look out for one the next time you were in Hogsmede.

It was a few days later and you had managed to purchase a mirror for your new frame. You hung it up and admired how amazing and unique the mirror looked. You sighed in satisfaction and exhausted after having to carry the mirror back from Hogsmede, collapsed onto your bed and drifted into a deep sleep.

There was a strange noise that had awoken you and you could have sworn you heard a voice calling out in confusion. After deciding that you had probably imagined it in your sleepy state, you tried to fall back to sleep, but instantly bolted upright after hearing a distinct male voice. You grabbed your wand and pointed it at the door, not sure how a boy had managed to get up to your room without setting off the slide trap.

You crawled out of bed and edged towards the door with your wand raised. You flung the door open and peered out into the spiral staircase, except no one was outside.

You closed the door and peered around your room, in case the person had already creeped inside “Lumos.” Your wand instantly lit up the room, but it was empty. You headed back towards the bed, confused, but decided once again it must have been because you were sleep deprived.

As you edged around the side of the bed you heard a rustle behind you. You spun around and screamed. It was just your refection in the mirror. You laughed at your own stupidity and amongst your giggles you heard the voice loud and clear “Excuse me miss, I think someone has blocked my portrait.” You squealed in shock, before realising where the voice was coming from.

You reached towards the mirror and pulled it out of the frame, bringing you face to face with the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

He had long dirty blonde hair with ginger hints, green or blue eyes (it was difficult to tell) and freckles.

He smiled awkwardly at you and you decided that he couldn’t be older than 25.

“Why has my portrait been moved?” He asked suddenly, bringing you out of your daze.

“Oh err... I’m really sorry... You see I thought this frame was empty because you never appeared and I really liked it, so I thought it would be okay to move into my dorm, considering how it wasn’t being used... except clearly it is...” Your voice trailed off and your face was blushing a bright shade of red. You were so embarrassed.

He stuttered slightly, clearly not knowing how to react “Err... right... okay.”

“I’m really sorry.” You repeated, looking at the floor, not knowing what to do.

“Oh, do you like animals too?” The man asked suddenly and you looked up in shock, as he gestured over towards your calander.

“Oh It’s more than like. I love them! It’s my dream to work with magnificent animals, just like the ones in my favourite book.”

The man smiles at your reaction, intrigued at your fascination with animals “Which book are you referring too?” He asks and you pull it down delicately from the shelf.

“’Fantastic Beasts and where to find them’ by Newt Scamander. I wish I could’ve met him and thanked him for all he did for these amazing animals.

The man in the portrait smirks at you “Well why don’t you then?” He asks and you sigh.

“Well I can’t, because, well he’s dead.” He nods knowingly before saying “Well it may not be how you wanted to tell him, but you still can.”

You look at him questioningly and he smiles gently “Hi I’m Newt Scamander.”

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. . . paramour ༊*·˚

˙⋆✮ summary. you and credence live happily in france

pairing. credence barebone x male!reader warnings. some angst wc. 1,1k✧˖°.

prompt by nonnies. Do you still do fbawtft content? If so more Credence please!! Thanks! / Ily could I please request something where Credence and his bf (he gay) have a cozy apartment in Paris and creed decides he wants to be intimate for the first time cuz bf has been patient, understanding, respectful of his limits and boundaries but also super flirty cuz LOOK AT HIM but creed wants to be daring so he walks into the room one day and just drops his robe nervously and bf calls him beautiful (possibly in French) aaaaand I think you can take it from there thank you!!

mlist | buy me coffee | a secret history ♡ྀ

You met Credence Barebone on a whimsical trip to New York. You had begged your mother access to her bank account and she, after a lot of persuasion and sweet promises, agreed, and drunk on ecstasy, alcohol, and in a haze of cigarette smoke you walked off the ship and set foot on American soil with pockets full of coins that just begged to be spent. You wanted to spend your cash on slot machines and other nightly desires, but you just so happened to stumble into a rally that swore against witches and wizards and you saw that shy boy standing there with leaflets and his mother screaming by his side. To say the least, you donated a pretty sum to their foundation, despite being a wizard. You found it quite ironic.

What you didn’t find ironic, however, is how much you grew to like Credence, and how much he grew to like you. After a few accidents with magic and your schoolmate Scamander losing his precious creatures (nothing had changed since Hogwarts, as it seemed), you decided to take Credence away from this madness and bring him home to France.

New York. You like him.

Paris. You still like him.

Day. You like him more.

Night. Can this desire be tamed?

And so the two of you live in a small flat in Paris that is just far away enough from the commotion and tourists, but just close enough to get a peek of the Eiffel Tower when looking through the kitchen’s window. You spend your days writing novels and an occasional poem. Credence studies magic, with your help of course, and tries to hide his blush each time he lays his eyes on you.

“…Where did you learn magic, (Name)?” Credence had asked one long night at the start of spring when the stars had just begun to shine brightly. Glancing away from the stack of scribbles your eyes trailed to find him sitting on the other side of the table, his complexion rosy and soft in the lamp light.

“I studied at Hogwarts.” You started, “A School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Britain.” You leaned back, “Never finished, though.” You added quietly, searching your pocket for a cigarette.

“Why not?” Credence continued, “If…you don’t mind me asking, that is…”

Ah! You found it, “They caught me.” You stated simply, biting the bud.

“…Caught you? Doing what?”

“Terrible things.”

“What sorts of things?”

You peered into his eyes, “The sorts I’d like to do to you.” Credence visibly gulped. You tried to hold in a smile, “See there was this…Professor I adored. He had a magnificent beard. And I was, well, a very …” You racked your mind for the right word, “-Diligent student. I was also very spoiled by my mother. When I wanted something…” You traced the details of his face, “I usually got it sooner, rather than later.”

“But I…don’t have a beard.”

You frowned, “Well, that’s quite alright. I like you the way you are, Credence.” You smiled, “Besides, I grew tired of them quite a while ago.”

“Will you grow tired of me, too?”

After that little chat Credence was even quieter than he usually was. A pity. You had hoped he finally started to open up to you, but he wouldn’t let you touch him – not even hold his hand, you could only dream of taking his clothes off – and you are a patient man but it was getting ridiculous and Newton had been pressing you to meet him and you really didn’t want to involve yourself in any other adventures he had planned. You grew tired and cranky. But never of Credence.

Never of his shy gaze and lovely smile.

Finally, another terrible day is over and you can watch the slowly darkening sky with as sense of relief. You had managed to avoid Newton today, but only Merlin knows if you will be lucky enough for that tomorrow. You loosen your tie and enter your room. The oil lamps cast strange shadows on the walls and the flat is deadly quiet, only the occasional bump and crash from upstairs bothers you. With a flick of your wand you shut the door behind you and your eyes scan for a clean piece of paper. You must write your family, specifically your mother. She is growing restless for you to marry.

“[You are killing me!]” Your mother cried.

“[Mother, please…]” You tried to calm her, approaching cautiously because you knew she will snap.

“[Idiot! Absolutely useless child of mine!]” She slapped you so hard your reading glasses nearly flew off of your nose, “[Do you know how embarrassing it is?! Marie’s child has already married, two times might I add! When will you take your boy by the altar?! Are you waiting for me to grow old?!]”

You are unsure of how many times you have told her that Credence is not ready yet. For a French woman she sure is impatient.

As you approach your writing desk, cramped with books and parchment and spilled ink, you hear the door creek open and turning around you ask, “Need anything, Cre—“ And as you meet his gaze he drops his robe. Your heart jumps to your throat, shock stilling you in place. His head is turned to the side, a hot red blush on his cheeks as he waits for you response, unmoving, unbreathing. Simply standing there as a work of art, ready to be admired and loved. Your eyes can’t help but roam his body, his velvety pale skin, and his shy bones. “Magnifique…” You whisper, catching his attention. Your eyes meet in the dimness of your room and an awed smile pulls on the corners of your lips, “Tu es magnifique mon amour…”

He approaches you, cautiously, scared of sudden movements and shaking lightly. When he is close enough your cradle his face in your hands, your fingers grazing his sensitive skin. His hands dig into your shirt, tugging lightly.

“I want you to…” He starts, his voice trembling.

“Yes?”

“…Kiss me.” He finishes breathless.

“Your wish is my command, Credence. It has, and will always be so.”

You lean in gently, your lips inches away from his, and pause – if he wishes to back out this is his last chance and your halted movements prove so. He nods lightly, the movement is felt through your fingers, as he closes his eyes and leans in. You meet him halfway, or perhaps the distance between you two was so scarce that it does not even matter. Your lips capture his in a heated kiss, one you had only dreamed about having, and he responds with the same unyielding passion, one you did not even know he had in him.

The night will be long, you figure. But you do not mind. No, you do not mind one bit.

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