#theseus scamander edit

[linasyell]

postwar dramione 📚

(just realized this works for theseus and leta too)

[apicelladonna]

ella: I should probably really need to grind for chapter 2

ella, at 11 pm: summary of chapter 1-

if anyone is interested in the picture-

[iridecsense]

the feels when...

you accidentally delete your most popular theseus fanfic.

[uefb]

Chapter 3 of Older, or Two Brothers and a Train Station is up now ^_^

Note: this fic is so far before canon I’m really stretching on these damn gifs, forgive me 😆 but 5yo Newt cuddles with a puppy in this chapter and 14yo Theseus gets one of his first examples of using one’s wiles for personal gain, so they seemed… vaguely appropriate? /sweat emoji

Excerpt (Opening Scene):

Theseus sat on the couch across from the fireplace, reading in the light of the oil lamp, the single electric bulb his father had installed in a fit of fascination the summer before, and the golden sphere of illumination his mother conjured for him to read by as she hurried through the room. For the better part of an hour now, Rowan and Helios had been cloistered in their bedroom, apparently engaged in some kind of very serious adult conference about the contents of the IUM’s letter. In that time, Theseus had gotten up once to yell outside for Newt—to be certain he hadn’t managed to get himself killed in his brief hours of unsupervised activity—but, beyond that, he was just trying his best to focus on the herbology chapters he was meant to be reading in preparation for the Fourth Year’s upcoming unit on bubotubers.

He looked up, though, at the sound of sudden fumbling at the door—the distinctive thump thump of small boots being kicked off on the porch—and then Newt’s head appeared, peering in, between the screen door and the frame. Theseus waved and patted the cushion beside him in invitation as Newt shucked off his coat in the doorway (or, more accurately, wriggled out of it, for his fingers were apparently too clumsy with youth and winter-cold to manage the buttons). Newt rubbed hard at his runny nose when done and observed Theseus’ repeated patting of the couch, but he still hesitated, and then very unsubtly glanced toward a short dark shape just behind him, outside the door.

“You can let whatever animal that is in, little brother,” he immediately reassured, with a quiet laugh. “Just come on - sit with me. I’m doing herbology homework, so I could read to you. Hm?”

Newt hovered only a moment more before throwing open the screen door and scooping up a floppy-eared puppy, which looked very much like it had just been well-fed and was consequently very ready for bed. Newt scuttered across the room and handed the little dog up to Theseus, before clambering onto the couch beside him to curl about the tiny thing. The puppy immediately began licking his cheeks and rolling onto its back, showing its little pink belly like puppies are wont to do when they want affection. Theseus selected a section of the assigned chapter to read aloud; and Newt listened as he stared at the flickering flames in the hearth across from them, fingers moving soothingly down the puppy’s nose until—within a half hour—both dog and boy were deeply asleep.

(Theseus certainly couldn’t fault Newt for choosing sleep over homework—management of bubotubers was hardly invigorating...)

When their parents finally returned downstairs a half hour after that, though, it was very obvious Rowan had been crying, and Helios had the kind of look on his face Theseus had seen a few times at Dueling Club: something between annoyed, rueful, and defeated. It didn’t quite look right on him, for—around his children, at least—Helios spent the majority of his time bemusedly smiling. Rowan was not particularly a “crier” either so, between the two of them, Theseus’ back stiffened of its own accord and he shifted slightly beneath the weight of the textbook.

His mother crouched in front of him and closed the book—thoughtfully marking his page with a pin from her loose hair—and she set it all aside on the floor before placing gentle hands on his knees—

“We need to talk, sweetheart,” she said quietly, and Theseus tried to catch his father’s eye for context, but he seemed farther off in his own head than usual, for he was observing Newt with an expression Rowan liked to teasingly call his ‘discerning Ravenclaw face’.

“Mum—”

Theseus turned his attention back to her but reached out a hand to pet the sleeping puppy within his brother’s arms.

“What was that letter about? From the Ministry?”

“Well, we need to talk, ducky,” she repeated, and she turned over a palm, offering it for him to take. “Come here and let me make you hot chocolate. A holiday treat.”

“But Newt—”

“Is not your problem right now,” she interrupted firmly, though not without kindness (even if he still felt his cheeks flush hot at the admonishment). “We are the parents, Theseus, and your father is putting Newt to bed.”

So Theseus stood reluctantly, moving gingerly to prevent upsetting his brother or the puppy, and he let his mum wrap her hand about his and tug him toward the kitchen.

Over his shoulder, Helios was gently scooping a slightly stirring Newt into his arms, puppy tucked tight beneath his chin. He turned and took the stairs smoothly—humming what Theseus was almost certain was one of Uncle Hesiod’s “quidditch” (drinking) songs as he disappeared from view—and Theseus sat down with his mother, again, at the kitchen table.

He watched the minute movements of her face in the flickering lamplight as she summoned ingredients for drinking chocolate.

He forced a reassuring smile when she turned back around with the steaming milk.

He folded his hands on the table and waited.

[thedeviltohisangel]

MASTERLIST

ACOTAR

CASSIAN

AZRIEL

All The Things I Did:

(Just So I Could Call You Mine)

Canon Universe:

"The most beautiful part is, I wasn't even looking when I found you."

Chapter One: All The Things I Did

Chapter Two: It's All Around, It's All The Time

Interlude: A Sight For Sore Eyes

Chapter Three: Don't Leave Me Alone

Interlude: A Feeling I Want To Get Used To

Chapter Four: The Only Thing That I See

Chapter Five: I Hope I Don't Lose You

Chapter Six: All's Well That Ends Well

Chapter Seven: I Thought About Thinking It Through

Chapter Eight: That Girl Is Going, Going, Gone

Chapter Nine: It's Not Fair To Make Me Feel This Much

Chapter Ten: Together We Can Get Somewhere

Chapter Eleven: Love Me To My Bones

Chapter Twelve: I Bet You Want Forever

Interlude: I Want To Give You The World

Interlude: I'm Such A Fool

Interlude: All I Brought Back With Me

Interlude: Wave Goodbye to the End of the Beginning

Interlude: The One Thing I've Been Wanting

Interlude: I'd Give Up Forever To Touch You

Interlude: My Little Bunnies

Interlude: My Little Loves

Interlude: Happy Birthday, Flyboy

"Souls don't meet by accident."

The Modern Era: John x Cass Modern AU

You'd Have to Stop the World Just to Stop the Feeling

"It terrifies me what I would do for you."

The Princess Era: Knight!John x Princess!Cass AU

I Would Be Your Only Dream

I Love You, It's Ruining My Life

"And then she knew, that you could become homesick for people too."

Special Editions:

Four Times They Speak About Each Other And One Time They Spoke To Each Other

"Darling, you are all I ever wanted love to be."

Misc.

Cass x John Blurbs

"The day I met you I began to forget a life without you."

For A Fortnight There We Were:

(Forever Run Into You)

Hollywood Universe:

The story of Callum Turner and Evelyn Shaw, the actress who plays Cassandra Cooper in Masters of the Air.

One Shots:

He Got My Heartbeat

What About Your Quiet Treason?

It Fit Too Right

If It's Forever, It's Even Better

"You are too well tangled in my soul."

Misc.

Evelyn x Callum Blurbs/Inspo

"I told the stars about you."

"I want to feel your love on my skin."

Other:

Bradley Bradshaw

Tommy Shelby

Austin Butler

Theseus Scamander

[saintzweig]

artashrick in the harry potter universe!!! let me know what you think :) edited this because i didn't realize there were so many mistakes so i apologize :3

patrick gives me potter vibes (maybe a cousin or older brother of james potter). he'd be the first slytherin in a long line of gryffindors and has a complicated relationship with his family aside from james. he's troubled and rebellious, sometimes not in a fun way and his family is too fed up with him but really he just wants to be independent and distance himself from the potter name because he knows he'll never live up to it like his ancestors have. too extroverted, will literally start a conversation with someone he's never even talked to seen before. very chaotic, barely surviving his studies but somehow a popular student.

art is a scamander ... theseus scamander's grandson or something like that ... please tell me you see the vision ... and he'd also be the first slytherin in a family filled with hufflepuffs and nobody can figure out why, he's literally the politest slytherin there is. most people perceive him as a pushover because he's quiet and always has patrick speak for him but as soon as he sets his mind onto something, best believe he's gonna get what he wants. he's cunning and calculated like that. becomes a prefect by his fifth year and head boy by sixth.

of course these two are roommates and always attached at the hip. they're paired up with tashi for a potions project and develop the biggest crush on her.

tashi is a muggleborn and the only wizard/witch in her family, she's a ravenclaw of course. i think she would love being on campus and staying there over the break because being the eldest daughter in her family is just exhausting. everyone thinks she's stuck up and cold but also really smart and resilient. she's definitely gotten into an argument with a professor at least once, and won. becomes a prefect by her third year and a head girl by her fifth, also the captain of the quidditch team, leading her house into a winning streak but somehow still loses the house cup to gryffindor (dumbledore has favorites we all know that).

[uefb]

Newt is 1000000% Sweet Nothing coded, I made a whole video. And somehow—bizarrely—I utterly understand what you mean by Theseus being Lana-coded 😆

in the middle of writing for twin flames, i took a break to inspire myself so my sister and i decided to watch fantastic beasts. (cause we like harry potter, fuck jk rowling) and ive been playing hogwarts magic awakened for the last few days.

and guess what. i have a planned small one-shot for one and only for newt scamander!!

he just radiates too much pure energy to me. so be prepared even though it seems like fandom is quiet and dead. that is what im good at, being attached to almost dying fandom and creating fics for them cause what else can i do.

[jakes3resin]

Can you tell us about your other fics if you already have an established plot?

I'd love to! So there's quite a number of them I won't lie. I tend to get inspired by the randomest things. These are all in various stages of plotted out and written.

A/B/O fic (technically turning into 3 fics) that follows Bucky & Buck through the war, described below.

Courting Arc (top of my list to finish writing) - Bucky POV as he is anonymously courted during his time in the states just before he gets sent over to England (there's a post I'm basing my writing around I'll link it in a moment) <- published

England Arc- a quick look into their lives as they run missions with A/B/O elements (this will be pretty short I think) mostly snippets of scenes from the show just now with Omega Bucky and Alpha Buck <- published

Stalag Arc - Omega Bucky and his awful time in Germany. Here is where we see what being an Omega in war is really like in my omegaverse. Bucky is the highest ranked Omega in the camp meaning he's technically 'in charge' of keeping those Omegas in line. He's tested by his heats, keeping his pack together, and finally by a German order that could tear Buck and Bucky apart. This is a big fic for me to prepare for, and I'm building up to it by writing the Courting Arc first <- next on deck

Biker Gale AU (my beloved, genuinely obsessed with this AU) - this was inspired by one of hogans-heroes AUs. So, Gale leads an outlaw-esque biker club, and Bucky used to be his right hand (and lover) except one day out of the blue he just disappeared. Gale does everything he can to find Bucky, but there's no trail to follow, no clues to put together, nothing. Fast forward about two years, Bucky arrives on Curt's doorstep holding a small baby with the brightest blue eyes and prettiest blonde curls and begs Curt to watch his baby for 5 days. 5 days later Bucky comes back in town bruised to all hell with the FBI on his tail with their own nefarious reasons for tracking Bucky down. Bucky has nowhere else to turn especially since when he comes back to Curt's he finds Gale holding his little baby. (This could be A/B/O I haven't decided, but it's definitely at least mpreg)

Amnesia fic - this is based off of a post I made about the effects of Bucky getting hit over the head like 3 times in the span of two days, its... somewhere (edit: here). But its about Bucky waking up with no memory of who he is just before he gets interrogated by the Germans and sent to Stalag Luft III where he meets a man that his heart rejoices at seeing but his mind doesn't recognize. Buck of course has to deal with the love of his life forgetting him.

Magic AU - Bucky is a Scamander and its now everyone's problem to deal with it. The tag to find all of my ramblings for it is magic au (not that Tumblr's tag system works), and @getinthefuckingjaeger just wrote the best ever fic of Bucky and Theseus so go read that.

I've also got a few paragraphs written of Foster Kid Bucky somewhere but that might never see the light of day (that's also from a hogans-heroes AU) where Bucky is a jaded teenager just trying to make it to 18 to get out of his shitty foster placement when in comes Buck whose mother finally divorced his dad, got custody of her kids, and moved to her hometown to escape. It's about a Bright Buck meeting a Jaded Bucky (a flip on their usual dynamics)

Blonde Bucky AU - I wrote a blurb on the Twin Cleven AU post, and the idea of Bucky bleaching his hair on a drunken night out with Curt and Bubbles has haunted me since <- published as well

There might be more? But these are the only ones I can remember off the top of my head right now that are plotted out beyond oh that'd be a good fic. I have a lot of time spent sitting and waiting right now, so I have the ability to write a multitude of fics. I'm happy to talk about any of these fics if you want to come into my inbox or my messages.

[snowyslytherinowl]

Most Crushed on Male Harry Potter Characters: A Study (Version 2)

Because I feel that my original study on the most crushed on male Harry Potter characters was flawed, I decided to do a part 2. This time, I looked at all of the characters listed below on every website, regardless of whether they have 10 works or 10,000 works. On AO3, I also looked at original character pairings because I believe the author is usually attracted to the canon character they’re writing about or they’re writing for an audience that is attracted to the canon character. However, I couldn’t look up OC-prairings for Tumblr and Wattpad and explain why under their individual sections. The websites I looked at were AO3, Tumblr, and Wattpad. These are the results as of December 31, 2023 (I know I’m late to posting this, but it’s because I forgot to add other edits to this post until now)! 

Included characters: Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Newt Scamander, Cedric Diggory, Sebastian Sallow, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, James Potter, Tom Riddle/Voldemort, Ominis Gaunt, Neville Longbottom, Lucius Malfoy, Regulus Black, Ron Weasley, Theodore Nott, Oliver Wood, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, and Lorenzo Berkshire. 

Note: I didn’t include Harry Potter (the character) because results for Harry Potter on Wattpad and Tumblr frequently returned results about the Harry Potter fandom as a whole, not Harry Potter himself. 

Original study link (August 6, 2023) here!

*Collage is mine, but all the photos were found on Google

AO3

What I did: The number of works under “(male character)/reader” and “(male character)/you” differed, so the green number is the higher number of works between those 2 tags. The blue number is the number of works in “(male character)/original character(s).” The red number is the added total between the green and blue numbers. The characters will be ranked based on the red number.

Results:

Draco Malfoy: 1,445 + 2,981 = 4,426 works

Severus Snape: 1,128 + 2,769 = 3,897 works

Sirius Black: 952 + 2,236 = 3,188 works

Remus Lupin: 900 + 1,500 = 2,400 works

Sebastian Sallow: 880 + 1,379 = 2,259 works

Fred Weasley: 743 + 1,228 = 1,971 works

Tom Riddle/Voldemort: 361 + 979 = 1,340 works

George Weasley: 684 + 932 = 1,616 works

Ominis Gaunt: 421 + 697 = 1,118 works

Regulus Black: 223 + 878 = 1,101 works

James Potter: 375 + 506 = 881 works

Charlie Weasley: 152 + 548 = 700 works

Cedric Diggory: 232 + 422 = 654 works

Ron Weasley: 212 + 430 = 642 works

Lucius Malfoy: 202 + 384 = 586 works 

Neville Longbottom: 190 + 383 = 573 works

Theodore Nott: 95 + 426 = 521 works

Newt Scamander: 336 + 130 = 466 works

Blaise Zabini: 79+ 322 = 401 works

Oliver Wood: 123 + 198 = 321 works

Bill Weasley: 106 + 170 = 276 works

Mattheo Riddle: 59 + 108 = 167 works

Theseus Scamander: 72 + 25 = 97 works

Lorenzo Berkshire: 10 + 13 = 23 works

Potential problems: 

I think the AO3 results are the most accurate since for the most part, all reader-insert works are under only 1 name of the character, not something like “Snape/Reader” and then “Severus Snape/Reader.” However, I did notice that there were sometimes works with 2 characters where 1 character had a relationship with the character, while the other character was in a loveless arranged marriage or some sort of non-con relationship that the author didn’t mean to romanticize. 

Also, whenever I calculated the the number of works under both “(male character)/Original Female Character(s)” and “(male character)/Original Male Character(s)” it was always less than the the number of works under “(male character)/Original Character(s).” Therefore, I’m not sure if this means I undercounted OC-pairing works.

Tumblr

What I did: I researched “(male character) x reader,” “(male character) x you,” and “(male character) x y/n.” The number of followers under these tags sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of followers between the 3 tags. However, I couldn’t count the number of followers for any tag along the lines of (male character)/OC. This is because Tumblr doesn’t provide the number of followers for OC-pairing tags for whatever reason. Also, some characters are tied because Tumblr only shows followers in thousands and hundreds, not the specific number. 

Results:

Draco Malfoy: 15k followers

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin: 12k followers

James Potter: 10k followers

Fred Weasley: 9.2k followers

Tom Riddle: 6.6k followers

George Weasley: 6.4k followers

Newt Scamander: 6.2k followers

Regulus Black: 5.7k followers

Theodore Nott: 5.4k followers

Mattheo Riddle: 5.1k followers

Severus Snape: 4.5k followers

Sebastian Sallow: 4.2k followers

Cedric Diggory: 3.9k followers

Ominis Gaunt: 2.7k followers

Ron Weasley: 2.6k followers

Charlie Weasley: 2.2k followers

Neville Longbottom and Oliver Wood: 1.9k followers

Theseus Scamander: 1.8k followers

Bill Weasley: 1.5k followers

Lucius Malfoy and Lorenzo Berkshire: 1.4k followers

Blaise Zabini: 1.3k followers

Potential problems: 

Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like “Remus Lupin x Reader” and “Lupin x Reader.” 

I’m not entirely sure how Tumblr rounds the number of followers under a tag, but the number of followers can vary drastically for characters that are tied depending on how Tumblr rounds. For example, Sirius may have 12,900 followers and Remus may have 12,009 followers, or Sirius may have 12,499 followers and Remus may have 12,001 followers. Therefore, the lack of an exact number of followers under a tag has the potential to mess up the accuracy of the total final results. 

I noticed that not every single result under the tag was actually a reader-insert post. However, I don’t think this is a major issue since I counted the number of followers under a tag who are under the impression that every post with that tag actually adheres to the tag title. 

Wattpad

What I did: I searched for “(male character) x reader,” (male character) x you, and (male character) x y/n. The number of results under these searches sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of results between the 3 tags. I didn’t search for anything along the lines of (male character) x OC (refer to “potential problems” for my explanation). 

Results:

Lorenzo Berkshire: 59.3k results 

Draco Malfoy: 48.7k results

Neville Longbottom: 46.2k results

Newt Scamander: 42.9k results

Cedric Diggory: 41.5k results

Ominis Gaunt: 30.3k results

Theodore Nott: 22.2k results

Ron Weasley: 19.7k results

Remus Lupin: 17.3k results

James Potter: 14.9k results

Sirius Black: 14.3k results

Severus Snape: 13k results

Fred Weasley: 11.6k results

Tom Riddle/Voldemort: 11.1k results

George Weasley: 9.2k results

Oliver Wood: 4.8k results

Regulus Black: 3.4k results

Blaise Zabini: 3k results

Lucius Malfoy: 2.5k results

Mattheo Riddle: 1.8k results

Bill Weasley: 1.6k results

Charlie Weasley: 1.4k results

Sebastian Sallow: 400 results

Theseus Scamander: 175 results

Potential problems: 

I don’t think these results are very accurate, especially since Lorenzo has only 23 works on AO3 yet somehow has more results here than Draco. Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like Remus Lupin x Reader and Lupin x Reader. 

Searches for James, Potter, and Remus frequently returned Marauder fanfiction collections which didn’t separate works for the individual characters. 

As I stated above, I didn’t research pairings with OCs since many of the results didn’t even return OC pairings. For example, the very first result for Snape x OFC is literally a fic of James Potter x Snape. 

If you compare my results from the original study, some of the characters have fewer results than they originally had. I’m not sure if this is an error on my part, if Wattpad changed how it returns results for searches, or if some fics were deleted. 

Wattpad doesn’t provide the exact number of results for each search, so this has the potential to mess up the final total results.

Final Total Results

Draco Malfoy: ≈68,126 admirers 

Lorenzo Berkshire: ≈60,723 admirers

Newt Scamander: ≈49,566 admirers

Neville Longbottom: ≈48,673 admirers

Cedric Diggory: ≈46,054 admirers

Ominis Gaunt: ≈34,118 admirers

Remus Lupin: ≈31,700 admirers

Sirius Black: ≈29,488 admirers

Theodore Nott: ≈28,121 admirers

James Potter: ≈25,781 admirers

Ron Weasley: ≈22,942 admirers

Fred Weasley: ≈22,771 admirers

Severus Snape: ≈21,397 admirers

Tom Riddle/Voldemort: ≈19,040 admirers

George Weasley: ≈17,216 admirers

Regulus Black: ≈10,201 admirers

Sebastian Sallow: ≈6,859 admirers

Mattheo Riddle: ≈7,067 admirers

Oliver Wood: ≈7,021 admirers

Blaise Zabini: ≈4,701 admirers

Lucius Malfoy: ≈4,486 admirers

Charlie Weasley: ≈4,300 admirers

Bill Weasley: ≈3,376 admirers

Theseus Scamander: ≈2,072 admirers

Once again, I doubt the accuracy of these results, so take these results with a grain of salt. However, I do think these results are more accurate than my last research study since I tried to be more precise. Also, these results aren’t necessarily indicative of how much a character is crushed on since there are probably plenty of people who don’t write fanfiction, follow tags on their loved character, or interact with fanfiction/the fandom in general. I will do this study on female characters sometime in the future, but I don’t know if I’ll redo this study on male characters. Thanks for reading! 

[lumillsie]

ೃ⁀➷ fandoms & characters I write for. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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╰┈➤ movies ₊❏❜ ⋮ ⌒

- the twilight saga - aro volturi, caius volturi, marcus volturi, demetri volturi, felix volturi, sulpicia volturi, athenodora volturi, leah clearwater, paul lahote, jasper hale, rosalie hale, alice cullen, carlisle cullen, benjamin (of the egyptian coven)

- the hunger games - finnick odair, johanna mason, gale hawthorne, cressida, cato, madge undersee (platonic)

- the ballad of songbirds and snakes - coriolanus snow, lucy gray baird, sejanus plinth, tigris snow, livia cardew, reaper ash,

- james bond franchise (daniel craig) - james bond, vesper lynd, le chiffre, gareth mallory (m), maximilian denbigh (c), lyutsifer safin

- harry potter - godric gryffindor, salazar slytherin, rowena ravenclaw, helga hufflepuff, newt scamander, theseus scamander, tom marvolo riddle, abraxas malfoy, barty crouch jr, regulus black, severus snape, evan rosier, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, peter pettigrew, lily evans, marlene mcckinnon, pandora lovegood, xenophilius lovegood, bill weasley, charlie weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, ron weasley, draco malfoy, theodore nott, blaise zabini, hermione granger, harry potter, oliver wood, cedric diggory

╰┈➤ tv shows ₊❏❜ ⋮ ⌒

- game of thrones - robb stark, sansa stark, jon snow, daenerys targaryen, jaime lannister, margaery tyrell, cersei lannister, ramsay bolton, tywin lannister, tyrion lannister, joffrey baratheon, theon greyjoy, viserys targaryen, oberyn martell, bronn of the blackwater, edmure tully, ygritte

- house of the dragon - otto hightower, alicent hightower, gwayne hightower, daemon targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen, aegon 'the elder' targaryen, aemond targaryen, jacaerys velaryon, mysaria, alys rivers, addam of hull, ser criston cole

- from - ellis stevens, sara myers, nathan myers, kenny liu, fatima hassan, randall kirkland, jade herrera, tabitha matthews, jim matthews, boyd stevens, julie matthews (platonic), victor kavanaugh (platonic), kristi miller, marielle sinclair

- elementary - sherlock holmes, joan watson, marcus bell, mycroft holmes, jamie moriarty, odin reichenbach, gareth lestrade

- criminal minds - aaron hotchner, jennifer jareau, kate callahan, emily prentiss, elle greenaway, spencer reid, derek morgan, luke alvez, penelope garcia, tara lewis, jason gideon, david rossi, will lamontagne

- bones - zack addy, seeley booth, temperance brennan, angela montenegro, jack hodgins, camille saroyan, lance sweets, daisy wick, arastoo vaziri, jessica warren, finn abernathy, vincent nigel-murray, wendell bray

- castle - kate beckett, richard castle, javier esposito, kevin ryan, lanie parish, tom demming, hayley shipton, alexis castle (platonic)

- gotham - jim gordon, barbara kean, victor zsasz, oswald cobblepot, edward nygma, sofia falcone, jerome valeska, jeremiah valeska, tabitha galavan

- brooklyn 99 - rosa diaz, gina linetti

- shadow & bone - genya safin, kaz brekker, nikolai lantsov, jesper fahey, zoya nazyalensky, nina zenik, inej ghafa, matthias helvar

╰┈➤ books ₊❏❜ ⋮ ⌒

- a song of ice and fire series (mostly fire & blood) - arianne martell, young griff "aegon", aegon ' the conqueror' targaryen, rhaenys 'the conqueror' targaryen, visenya 'the conqueror' targaryen, maegor targaryen, rhaena targaryen, aemon targaryen, baelon targaryen, aegon 'the younger' targaryen, viserys ii targaryen, aemon 'the dragonknight' targaryen, daemon blackfyre, shiera seastar, daemon blackfyre

- the secret history - julian morrow, richard papen, henry winter, camilla macaulay, charles macaulay, edmund 'bunny' corcoran

- the folk of the air - jude duarte, cardan greenbriar, locke, nicasia, valerian, dain greenbriar, the ghost, the roach, the bomb, liriope

- house of hollow - iris hollow, vivi hollow, grey hollow, tyler yang

[oncasette]

thank you guys so so much for 2.5k! i’ve deffo been a lil absent from tumblr recently but i’m so glad so many of you have decided to stick around w me! i want to leave this open while i’m a lil busy so that i’ll have something to keep me motivated the next week & a half! so please, feel so free to spam my inbox!! open until may 13!

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I. one event per ask! pls send in literally as much as you want (unlimited fr) but keep it to one event per ask!!

II. stick to the characters on this list, not my guide.

III. have fun <3

characters

phil wenneck. eddie munson. charlie dalton. steven meeks. theseus scamander. druig. peter parker. andrew neiman. frankie morales. javier peña. marcus pike. jack daniels. bradley bradshaw. jake seresin. peeta mellark. benny miller. eric northman. jj maybank. rafe cameron. jesse swanson. charlie walker. kai parker.

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+ 𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗 an au! (mechaninc!eddie, hockey!rafe, cowboy!jj, etc.)

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𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐎. send in games! cyma, would you rather, this or that, hot or not, etc.

mutuals! @whimsicalfairie @elliewlums @rhettabbotts @rafesmuse @ridestomars @royalmaybank @totheblood @thearcherslittlefox @thyme-in-a-bubble @userdjarins @ikissdin @inklore @oldtowrs @ohcaptains @aemondvelaryon @sebsxphia @sapphireplums @seasonsbloom @dameronscopilot @divinelyruled @fitzells @fleurfairie @gretagerwigsmuse @glodessa @faeology @hope-drunk @littledemondani @ladylannisterxo @zstrn @callsignvalley @cosmal @bruisedboys @blondedmuse @beskaryce @munsonson @milkiangl @softcoremaybank @masivechaos @moonlitmeeks @lilacletter @totheblood @spideymatcha @bl00d-bunny @callsignvalley (if i missed u i’m so sorry ☹️)

[firealder2005]

I posted 1,757 times in 2022

That's 1,742 more posts than 2021!

118 posts created (7%)

1,639 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@spell-cleaver

@thewriterowl

@materassassino

@46hasu

@positivityjediprince

I tagged 1,616 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#alderreblogs - 1,450 posts

#star wars - 535 posts

#luke skywalker - 387 posts

#star wars funnies - 159 posts

#alderposts - 149 posts

#dinluke - 141 posts

#din djarin - 136 posts

#darth vader - 135 posts

#obi wan kenobi - 124 posts

#anakin skywalker - 119 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#fine with reading it when in the plot. but don't you dare try to get me to read self-insert or actually attempt to convince me to do the do

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Favorite Riordanverse Ships

#1: Percabeth

art by @viria 

thanks to @candlemouse​ for letting me know the artist is actually viria! :D

bi percabeth bi percabeth BI PERCABETH

#2: Frazel

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70 notes - Posted December 7, 2022

#4

Does anyone else just wish to know what Shmi thought of all the stuff that went down after TPM?

Of Padme and Anakin secretly marrying?

Of her grandkids, Luke and Leia?

Of Vader?

Of literally anything?

Or is it just me?

83 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#3

I swear if Rachel Elizabeth Dare doesn't have a blue plastic hairbrush that is a blue plastic WET BRUSH I QUIT

94 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#2

Guest what?

My grandma took me to the theater....and surprised me with tickets to the Secrets of Dumbledore!

WHOO

I will be acknowledging my stance on the jkr debacle later. (Spoiler: I do not support her) Rn I wanna scream about this movie.

So...Spoiler alert!

DUMBLEDORE ADMITTED HE LOVED GRINDAWALD. TWICE. SCORE FOR THE LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY.

CREDENCE. he is a dumbledore. Just not what we initially thought. He's Aberforth's son! AND HE'S DYING. THE OBSCRUOUS IS KILLING HIM NO.

MORE FANTASTIC BEASTS YES. (though the scorpion-like creatures kinda freaked me out. I don't like things with many legs. *shudders*)

THE QILIN IS SO CUTE HOW DARE GRINDAWALD KILL ONE HOW DARE YOU SHAME FOR A THOUSAND YEARS-

JACOB AND QUEENIE YES. YOU GO JACOB. SHOW GRINDAWALD YOU WON'T TAKE ANY SHIT YEAH.

NEWT. NEWT MY BOY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

THESEUS IS BACK BRO YES

I love how the Scamander bros relationship kind of echoes the dumbledores'. But they'll have a better one I believe.

ABERFORTH YES I AM LOVING ABERFORTH YO

The professor character (I can't remember her name rn and I can't look it up bc I will lose what I'm typing) is so cool! Am I the only one shipping her and theseus?

EDIT 2/20/22: EULALIE HICKS IS HER NAME SHE IS SO COOL I LOVE HER.

BUNTY YOU ARE AMAZING.

WHY WAS TINA ONLY IN THERE A FEW TIMES? I WANT ANSWERS.

also....NEWT AND TINA YES

QUEENIE AND JACOB ARE MARRIED YAY

EDIT 4/2/22 WHERE IS NAGINI. THIS QUESTION ENTERED MY HEAD WHEN I WATCHED CRIMS OF GRINDAWALD WHERE IS SHE.

EDIT 5/3/22 CLAUDIA KIM WHO PLAYS NAGINI WASN'T IN THE MOVIE BECAUSE SHE FOUND OUT SHE WAS PREGNANT OKAY I FEEL BETTER NOW

141 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ok but what if din was there during the originals and like is crushing so hard… and Vader finds out first his daughter is falling for the smuggler now his son is falling for the mandolrin

Can we have headcanons for Vader’s reaction?

Okay, let's see here...

Now, I think we can all agree Vader does anything he can to get his hands on any and all peices of information on his son.

For "research purposes" ofc. (Not. It's cuz he's a snoop. Anakin's still in there, ya know! )

And lo and behold, what is this Vader finds?

What's this Mandalorian bounty hunter doing tagging along with Luke?

...and not bringing him in for that sweet reward Vader placed on his son's head?

So, Vader being Vader (or Anakin being Anakin) starts to keep a closer eye on this Mando.

He pours over holo footage of this Mando lending a hand to Luke, the princess, and that accursed smuggler Solo (at least Solo seems to be just as disgruntled as he is!)

So from that 3 year gap between ANH and Empire, Vader just can't shake the feeling that this Mando...there's something going on there but he can't figure out what...

AND THEN COMES BESPIN

Vader's trap is set. It goes as planned...until it doesn't. (Shocker, right?)

While that Mando's not there, he *does* overhear a little conversation between Leia and Han about him...and Luke.

He would've choked if he could.

Luke. His son. The only person he still cares about.

Is dating?

A Mandalorian?

Force, no.

Not on his fucking watch.

Vader manages to keep his indignation under control for a bit - until he blurts out (before the I am your father moment) to Luke that he *knows* about his relationship.

Luke is, understandably, confused and worried.

On one hand, "oh no Vader knows about Din!"

On the other... (mind the pun)

What does Luke's love life have to do with Vader?! Has Vader been stalking him or something?! (Yes Luke. The answer is yes.)

Then comes the reveal and Luke's ultimate escape, leaving Vader even more frazzled.

First, he finds out he has a son.

Then, that son has a boyfriend. (Who is he? What did he look like under that stupid helmet!!? How old was he - Vader needs to know, okay?!)

Then comes an offhanded comment from Boba Fett.

"Oh, a Mando is silver and red armor? Yeah I know him."

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202 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

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[uefb]

Chapter One of Aimez-vous les uns les autres (Love One Another) posted today, sequel to Far Away from Temple After Sunset

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve and the first night of Hanukkah when Newt and Tina are injured in an action against Grindelwald, whereafter they are evacuated with Theseus & co. by the Magical Resistance to a small church in rural France. Dealing with curse-exhaustion, landmine injuries, and travel through Nazi- and Grindelwald-occupied regions isn’t how either of them expected to spend the holidays, but—-in the big scheme of things—-there were, arguably, worse ways to finish 1940… In the end, the experience brings them closer together and—-back in England—-holidays with their families give them paradoxical hope for shared peace in the years to come. (Written for @afrenchaugurey!)

Excerpt (opening scene):

Newt had woken up in an extraordinary number of incredibly strange places in his life, but—for him—coming to on top of a hay bale in the back of a Muggle lorry was really maybe the strangest.

In fact, if he weren’t so groggy, he certainly would have done more than a double-take to find his injured leg elevated on the thighs of what appeared to be an actual Christian pastor, sitting on the haystack directly beside him. Newt moved his arm to scratch at his nose then, only to fuzzily realise he’d been warmly tucked into what was definitely said pastor’s clerical robes, so he ultimately only succeeded in hitting himself in the face with its massive sleeves...

The pastor had looked up at him by then to offer a smile, but Newt’s mind still wasn’t up to its normal speed—though his heart felt like it was pounding doubletime—so he broke the gaze as fast as he could, casting about for his brother, who must have heard the shift of his head because—

“Merlin’s beard!” — A voice from across and behind him in the truck, and then Theseus had knelt on the dusty boards beside him, fingers instantly feeling at his wrist and neck for pulse and pressure, before pulling back to balance on his haunches, brows furrowed. “You are drugged to the gills, little brother... How in Gamp’s good name are you awake?” [1]

As the truck bounced over a particularly deep pothole, Newt couldn’t help throwing the robe’s sleeve over his eyes to hide his discomfort. Beside him, he could hear Theseus saved from falling on his rump thanks to the soft thump of one of the maquisards’ boots at his back.

“Humans don’t have gills,” he finally murmured through gritted teeth. “And to answer your question, I’ve developed a rather unfortunate resistance to a number of common substances, that’s why I’m awake…” A beat and a frown. “Where’s Tina?”

“You’re on her, Newt.”

He uncovered his face, tilting his head back to see what he was pillowed on, only to be met with the gentle dip at the top of his wife’s thighs; the scratch of her warm, wool coat; the subtle scent of her perfume that always reminded him of camping for pleasure (not work) in Puzzlewood Forest… [2]

He twisted back further for a better look (and he caught a glimpse of her, too—head low and pillowed on Auror Voorhees’ shoulder, deeply asleep), but Theseus put a hand on his chest to urge him back down before he could better assess her.

“Stop moving. Macmillan’s stability spells on your leg are already being tested by these roads...”

Newt relaxed reluctantly into the dry hay, and Theseus thoughtfully transfigured a handkerchief into a towel to tuck beneath his neck when he noticed him grimace at the texture.

“Look,” he reassured, “she’s fine — just utterly exhausted. She’ll be good as new with a few cautionary countercurses and a couple days’ rest. And we hope to be able to say the same for you soon.”

“So - where are we going then?” Newt countered with quiet acceptance, glancing from the pastor to Theseus and back again. “And - and what is he doing here?”

“Don’t worry,” Theseus reassured glibly. “He’s a squib.”

[tisayemate]

So, requests?

I’m currently in the process of editing and reviewing my old works from Notes which I’ve been posting on my blog but apart from that, I don’t have any real ideas yet… so I’m open to any requests or asks to kickstart the journey. > just a reminder, I don’t write smut. If you request it, I can give you something vague but if I’m uncomfortable— I might not write it. So don’t feel robbed if you request for love-making and get the love not the making.

> I am currently learning about song fics and inspirations so I might add those in sometime soon > romance is on the table, I don’t mind writing anything with sexual tension

errr, I write for fictional characters, not real celebrities or anything BUT, if you would like to create your own character, tell me about their persona and what you’d like to see and I might just help you with that

im just going to list down some characters and fandoms I don’t mind writing for:

Marvel

Loki Laufeyson

Stephen Strange

Scott Lang

Tony Stark

Steve Rodgers

Bucky Barns

Sam Wilson

T’Challa 🤍

Thor Odinson

Charles Xavier

Hank McCoy

Erik Lensherr

others (if you ask, I could write)

Maze runner

Newt

Thomas

Minho

Aris

Gally

Frypan

Janson

others

Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Haymitch Abernathy

Finnick Odair

Young Coriolanus Snow (still don’t like him but heck, what’s some writing gonna do?)

others

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Post Azkaban! Sirius Black

Professor! Remus Lupin

Severus Snape (both young and old— he seems like a versatile character)

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Lucius Malfoy (hate myself for this one)

others

Fantastic beasts

Newt Scamander

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald

Jacob Kowalski

Theseus Scamander

others

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Kylo Ren/ Ben Solo

Obi Wan Kenobi (My love)

Poe Dameron

Din Djarin/ Mandalorian

Finn/ FN-2187

others

Top Gun

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin (he’s insufferable imo, but idm writing)

others

Divergent

Caleb Prior

Peter Hayes

Eric Coulter

others

No four/Tobias because there’s wayyy too many fics for him alr

Disney/Pixar (animations)

I can write for most characters from these Fandoms, especially the ones explicitly stated (because I know more about them):

>Encanto:

Bruno Madrigal

Camilo Madrigal

others

>Rio:

Blu

others

>Ratatouille:

Alfredo Linguine

Lil’ Remy 🐁

others

>Cars:

Lightning Mcqueen

Tow Mater

Finn Mcmissile (god I had the biggest crush on him)

Miles Axelrod (eh, not a huge fan of him)

Siddeley (love him too much)

others

>Finding Nemo:

Gill. (OH GOD THE CHOKEHOLD THIS FISH HAD ON ME AHZHBSJSK)

Marlin

Nemo

others

>The bad guys:

Mr Wolf/ Moe (ugh yes please)

Mr Snake

Mr piranha

Diana Foxington (a female, just this once because she’s literally amazing)

others

>Puss In boots:

puss in boots

Death— the wolf (IM NOT A FURRY I SWEAR WHY DID THEY MAKE HIM HOT)

others

>Zootopia:

Nick Wilde (duh)

others

>Madagascar:

Alex

Marty

Melvin

Skipper

Kowalski

Private

I DONT WRITE FOR ANIME, BECAUSE I DONT WATCH/ READ IT. BUT FEEL FREE TO REQUEST FOR OTHERS THAT ARENT IN THIS LIST, MAYBE I MIGHT KNOW OR IF I’M FEEING PARTICULARLY GENEROUS, I MIGHT RESEARCH ABOUT THE CHARACTER OR FANDOM

Thank you so much for the cooperation and notes all this while

-Tisayemate 🤍

[bouwrites]

Show Your Fangs: Chapter 15

Sink In

First, Previous.

Ao3.

Story under read-more.

Harry awakens with a warm hand in his and a splitting headache made worse by Madam Bones a bed to his right barking orders at her aurors.

He opens his eyes, blinking against the harsh light exacerbating his splitting skull. He locks eyes just for a moment with Madam Bones. She softens all at once, smiles at him relieved and friendly and kind, and then green healer’s robes block his view.

“Harry! How’re you feeling?”

Harry vaguely registers the healer asking the same, but he looks at Michael when he answers, “Headache…”

A vial is pressed to his free hand. “Drink this,” says the healer. “It should help.”

Michael helps him lift the potion to his lips, but when he downs it, he does feel better. The splitting pain flows out of him, his head clears, and his hand steadies.

“What happened?” Harry asks Michael. “How long was I out?”

“Just overnight.” Michael smiles. His thumb gently strokes the back of Harry’s hand. “Don’t know how much you remember… after Voldemort tried to possess you, you stayed up with me until the healers said you needed to rest. You conked out right on the spot. You must’ve been exhausted.”

Right… it’s starting to come back. Everything after he meets eyes with Voldemort is kind of fuzzy, but it’s coming together. Michael tells him last night that everyone is okay, but… “The prophecy?”

“We weren’t allowed to take it out of the Ministry,” Michael answers with a roll of his eyes. “But since you’d signed the forms for us to hear it, Madam Bones was able to listen to it before they put it back in the Department of Mysteries. She said she’ll tell us all when you’re ready. Or, we can go back in. But You-Know-Who didn’t get it.”

“Madam Bones telling us will be fine,” says Harry. He doesn’t want to go back into the Ministry anytime soon. He knows he’ll have to to take his O.W.L.s soon enough, but he sees no reason to subject himself to that any more than necessary.

And he trusts Madam Bones.

“I can’t believe you looked Lord Voldemort in the eyes and declared a game of keepy uppy,” Harry says as he continues to process everything that happens last night. “What’s wrong with you?”

Michael laughs helplessly. “I panicked, okay? Sure, it wasn’t my best moment, but it worked, didn’t it? Mr. Theseus knew exactly what I meant!”

Harry giggles so hard his head starts hurting again. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Oh, come on,” Michael protests, though he’s laughing too. “That wasn’t even the most absurd thing to happen last night. I mean, Mr. Theseus hulking out and giving You-Know-Who a muggle beatdown? Highlight of my life, honestly.”

“You played keepy uppy with the Dark Lord and you still won’t even say his name?”

Michael coughs and blushes. “It’s habit. Sorry. Although you have a point. Weirdly enough, despite him totally winning that fight and all and definitely trying to kill us… seeing Mr. Theseus punch him in the face really makes him a lot less scary.”

“God,” gasps Harry, “that should be today’s headline. ‘Theseus Scamander Punches He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named In His Great Ugly Mug.’ …Speaking of, what is the Prophet saying about it all?”

“They haven’t given any details, yet. Everyone knows it was- Voldemort, but really the only substance on the report is that Fudge is going to make a statement about it today. I expect tomorrow’s edition to have more information.”

“Oh,” says Harry. “Good. Can we be not here when that happens?”

Michael smiles sympathetically. “Dunno. I’m stuck either way for a couple weeks before the internship, but you can leave as soon as the healers clear you and Mr. Theseus. Assuming there’s no complication with you from the possession, it shouldn’t take long. Mr. Theseus is still sleeping, but his leg is already healing, and he wasn’t really hurt otherwise. Madam Bones was worst off, but as you can see,” he nods to where Madam Bones is threatening a cowering auror with something students probably shouldn’t be hearing, “she’s raring to go.”

Susan, a wicked glint in her eyes glancing back at the scene her aunt is causing with the people (presumably from her department in the Ministry) running in and out of the wing they’re resting in, comes over to Harry and Michael’s side. “She’s just grumpy because she’s not allowed back in the office,” Susan giggles. “With all the Death Eaters to process through the courts and arranging their delivery to Azkaban and all that, she’s busier than ever but the healers tell her she has to stay put at least for today. I reckon she’s going to push herself too hard and be stuck here for tomorrow, too, before the healers get sick of fighting her and just let her go. But she’s fine. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t be so impatient.”

“How’re you feeling, Harry?” asks Terry, who pops up over Michael’s shoulder. He comes over from Theseus’ bed when he sees Harry awake.

Harry can’t honestly answer that he’s feeling totally fine, but, “Not bad. Well enough to get out of here.”

Terry snorts. “Well, fortunately, you’re not the one making that decision.”

It occurs to Harry just then, with memories of all his times in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing filling his head, that some people who would normally be here are missing. Having Susan, and Michael, and Terry with him, and Anthony is here too by Theseus’ bed, is welcome, but, “Where are Ron and Hermione?”

“Oh!” Michael chuckles. “It’s too early for visiting hours. We actually spent the night here as well. For observation, they said. But we’re more or less unharmed so there’s no need for us to be confined to bed.”

“More or less?” Harry repeats, alarmed.

“Bumps and scratches.” Michael shrugs. “Anthony was jinxed – took it for Terry – but it was just a small thing and easily fixed within the first hour we were here. We’re all okay, Harry.”

With Michael’s reassurance, Harry slowly relaxes again.

“So…” says Susan. “Did you want to hear the prophecy now, or after your other friends get here?”

Maybe Harry should wait for Ron and Hermione, but the original plan is to go without them, anyway. Harry only goes to the Ministry to hear the thing because Dumbledore still doesn’t trust him to handle hearing it. And though they have his back when he meets Dumbledore at Grimmauld…

Part of Harry just isn’t ready to forgive them. If they trust Dumbledore’s judgement on what’s safe and not so much, then they can wait to hear the prophecy until Dumbledore thinks they’re ready.

If nothing else, Harry can decide to tell them about it when they get here.

“Now,” he answers. He looks over to Madam Bones looking just about ready to beat an auror over the head with the clipboard in her hands and balks. “Whenever your aunt is ready.”

Susan looks, over, laughs, and saunters back to her aunt’s bed to whisper in her ear.

Madam Bones nods, barks at the aurors to get out, then calls Harry over. “I’m under strict orders not to get out of this bed,” Madam Bones grouses as Harry attempts to stand. “Unfortunately, I have to set a good example to the cadets, so I can’t just tell the healers where to stick their precautions…”

Harry chuckles. His feet support him. His head swims, just a little, but Michael with his arm around Harry keeps him steady over the short distance to Madam Bones’ bed. She flicks her wand, casting a spell so that no one will overhear them.

“So, are you sure you’re ready to hear this prophecy?” she asks.

Dumbledore will say no, but that’s exactly why Harry insists, “I am. It’s about me, I deserve to know.”

Madam Bones nods sharply. “I quite agree with you, Mr. Potter. And know that I am with you. I’ll support you through this damn thing, as I’m sure my niece will as well no matter my protests.”

Susan sends Harry a clever wink.

“The prophecy says: The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…”

Harry and company take a moment to let it soak in. Brows furrow and surreptitious glances are cast.

Then, Harry roars, “That’s it?”

Michael snorts. Madam Bones just drily examines him. “Expecting something different?” she asks.

Harry is fuming. “Dumbledore made such a big deal about it! He acted like it’s this great weapon, that if Voldemort hears it, he’ll know exactly how to kill me and win his stupid war! What part of that gives Voldemort any advantage? At all? What part gives us any advantage? It only says what we all already know! That Voldemort won’t ever leave me alone, so I’m going to have to kill him somehow or die trying.”

He tugs at his hair in frustration. “Maybe if Voldemort had heard it from the start, he’d have been more cautious about attacking me as a baby? It would’ve been wiser to wait and see, considering Neville also could’ve been the baby in the prophecy until Voldemort marked me… but there’s nothing he can do about it now. Why did we go through all that to keep it from Voldemort when it gives him nothing? Why does Dumbledo-” Harry’s breath wells up and clogs his throat. He chokes over the thought. “Why did Dumbledore keep it from me?”

“Maybe Dumbledore didn’t know?” Susan offers. “Only that there is a prophecy and that it might give You-Know-Who something?”

“No,” Terry shakes his head immediately. “Remember the label? The prophecy was initially delivered to A.P.W.B.D. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. He knew the whole thing from the start.”

Michael holds Harry’s hand tightly, allowing Harry to squeeze for all he’s worth without complaint. Still, he snickers. “That’s really Dumbledore’s full name?”

Terry mutters back, “Read a book, Michael.”

Madam Bones watches them all stoically until an opening appears when she asks, “Potter. …Harry. Tell me now and tell me honestly… do you want to fight? You-Know-Who is back, and there will be war. You are fated to defeat him, but do not consider that for now. Do you intend to fight in the coming battles?”

Well, those are two different questions. Harry sees where she’s going with it, though, so he answers the intent. “Yes,” he says. “I’m not just going to sit back and be hunted down while everyone else is risking their lives against Voldemort.”

Madam Bones closes her eyes and dips her head. She hums lightly, not quite approval but not disapproving, either. “Very well. In that case, we will be working very closely together for the foreseeable future.”

Susan beams at her aunt’s decision. Harry blinks, still confused. “Wha-?”

“I sincerely apologize,” says Madam Bones. “A child should not feel the need to fight someone like this. It is our duty as adults, and my job as head of the DMLE, to fight that battle for you. But owing to your role in the prophecy, and according to the Reasonable Concessions for Fated Actions Act of 1855, I would rather have you with me, trained and with a team of people willing to help you, than going rogue on your own or left defenseless as Voldemort himself pursues you.”

Harry stares. “You mean…”

“Yes. Like I said, I will support you through this. And nowhere in the prophecy does it say that you have to defeat the Dark Lord alone. You will have the full might of the DMLE with you.” She hums. “You are staying this summer in America, yes? With the Scamanders?”

“Y-yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Theseus can begin your training. His sister-in-law, Porpetina Scamander would also be a good resource for you. She was an auror in America in her day, and will have insights and tactics not common here in Britain.” Her eyes cast out to Michael, Terry, and Anthony. “They can also oversee the training of any of your friends there who are determined to fight by your side. Once you return to Hogwarts, I will organize for you to undergo basic training outside of your lessons. Or perhaps I’ll simply get you excused from Defense Against the Dark Arts and replace it… I’ll negotiate it with Dumbledore and the Governors.

“This does not mean that you must become an auror, naturally, nor does it mean that you will be fast tracked to a badge should you decide to become one in the future, but if you are going to be fighting in the coming war, I will see you properly prepared for it.” Her stern eyes fix him in place. “I trust you have no objection?”

“N-no ma’am.” Actually, that sounds wonderful. Harry can be sure at least that Madam Bones isn’t going to coddle him. She won’t treat him like a child after he faces down Voldemort and survives… what, four times, now? She treats him from the start, from even before they hear this prophecy, like someone who understands the cost of fighting. A teenager, yes, someone to protect rather than someone to order to do the protecting like she tells Theseus to do, but not innocent or naive.

Dumbledore has so many opportunities to prepare Harry for what’s coming and he takes none of them. Amelia Bones learns that she can’t keep Harry out of the war and promises him every tool she has at her disposal to help him survive it. That’s the difference. That’s why Harry doesn’t hesitate even a moment to agree.

That’s why he trusts her.

Proving why no one should ever call him a coward, however, Terry steps up between Harry and Madam Bones. “I have an objection,” he says firmly.

Madam Bones raises her brow. “Speak, Mr. Boot.”

Michael looks at Terry like he’s mad, and Susan frowns gently, but Terry only raises his chin and maintains his steady glare. “I do mean no offence,” he starts diplomatically, “but do you honestly expect us to trust the Ministry? Your organization couldn’t be more corrupt if you tried. The Minister himself has proven himself willing to slander, endanger, and outright attack school children as young as eleven. Your Ministry attempted to murder Harry personally, at his home. Why should Harry ever cooperate with you in any capacity?”

Harry watches as Michael and Susan’s faces both go from incredulous to, “Well, actually, yeah, he’s got a point,” and Harry knows he has exactly the same expression on his own face.

Because… well, actually, yeah, he’s got a point. Harry likes and is willing to trust Madam Bones, but the department behind her… that’s a different story.

But as eyes turn to her, even her own niece’s, Madam Bones merely hums once, sharply, and answers, “I am in no way trying to entrap Mr. Potter. If he has any objections at any point, he can bring them up with me or withdraw entirely. I admit, you would all be great fools to trust the Ministry at this point, but I am only asking you to trust me. Again, you are not joining the auror force, and you are not becoming a part of the Ministry. I am merely offering the resources I have at my disposal. They can be used at your good judgement.”

Terry stands tall, bristled up with his hard stare for a moment longer, then he allows the tension to bleed away. He slumps, drops his eyes to the floor, then slides his gaze around back to Harry. “What do you think?”

“I trust Madam Bones,” Harry says. That part is easy. “I’m not sure about anyone else, but I trust her. And I do need help if I’m going to survive Voldemort.”

Terry holds his gaze for a moment, searching for something within Harry’s answer. Then, he nods and steps aside. “Alright. I’m with you.”

“Very good.” Madam Bones nods. “I expect regular updates, and we will remain in constant communication to organize everything. Do not ever hesitate to contact me, for any reason.” Her countenance softens considerably, then, and Harry thinks he sees more of the mother that Susan must know than the Director of the DMLE. “We will get you through this, Harry. I promise.”

-----

Seeing as the thing is practically worthless, Harry does share the prophecy with Ron and Hermione when they ask, and he tells them about Madam Bones’ plan as well. They immediately volunteer to join training with him, promising to fight by his side through it all.

What takes Harry by surprise, however, is that when Dumbledore comes to talk to him, he is more relieved than anything. Even when Harry shouts at him about the prophecy and keeping secrets, Dumbledore nods and accepts it and even admits that he is wrong to hide it from Harry. He apologizes.

And most of Harry’s fight kind of leaves him, then. He tells Dumbledore that he doesn’t know how much he can trust him, and that he thinks that while he knows that Dumbledore wants the best for him, and he’s going to fight alongside him, Harry is, for now, firmly on Amelia Bones’ side of it all, not the Order of the Phoenix’.

He is asked how much he trusts the DMLE and he laughs in Dumbledore’s face. Terry already covers this. But Harry does trust Amelia Bones, and that counts for a whole lot. It’s not like Harry can trust Dumbledore or his Order any more than the Ministry, anyway. They all, even the Ministry (broadly speaking, not on an individual level, which is his whole point), want to defeat Voldemort. Harry trusts that. He doesn’t trust anything else.

Once all the confrontations are over, everyone is up and all of the children are cleared to leave so the plan is to head back to Hogwarts where Harry will reside temporarily until Theseus is let go (probably tomorrow) and help the others pack up for summer.

But at the moment, it’s Harry and Michael huddled on a bed together, with Michael’s hand in his hair as they wait for their escort to the castle.

“Hey, Michael…?” says Harry. “What are you telling people about Tiger?”

Michael hums quietly as he gently rakes his nails along Harry’s scalp. It tingles. In a good way. “You said I could tell Mom and Dad the truth. Everyone at school… they think you’re back home with Rosie. Why?”

Harry’s cheeks blaze. “Because-” he admits haltingly, “I like being Tiger. I, er, don’t really know how I would make that work, but… I still want to be Tiger.”

There’s quiet. The silence stretches.

“Don’t judge me.”

Michael starts. “Sorry, I wasn’t- I was thinking of how we could pull that off, actually. I wasn’t…” He clears his throat, ignoring his own pink cheeks. “I’m glad you said that. I’d miss Tiger, too. Like… even though I love being with you like this… I feel like I’d be missing part of you, you know? There’s a side to you that comes out a lot more when you’re a cat. And besides that, I never want you to feel like you can’t be everything that you are. You’re an animagus, and even if you can’t show that off to people, I want you to be comfortable with it with me. I’ll never judge you for being a cat sometimes. Or wanting to be a cat.”

Harry slackens, falling limp. “You know a bit about my relatives,” he murmurs. “It’s safe there, but… there’s no love. Not for me. They don’t care about me. When I ran away, and I got picked up by the Magical Menagerie… It’s going to sound stupid, but I’ve never been… takencareof, like that. No name, no fame, no reason, even when I acted out and caused trouble.

“I was actually tempted for a bit to just be a pet. Figured if I went all in with it, I could get away with it. Peter Pettigrew did for twelve years, and he was only caught because Sirius knew about him being an animagus.”

“It’s not stupid.” Michael’s arm surrounds him, pulls him in tight. “I can’t imagine, but… I love you just the same as a cat or as a human. You’re you, either way. I’m happy to take care of you, either way.”

Harry hums. He knows that’s true, but… “I think it’s easier for me to accept when I’m a cat,” he admits. “I got to work on that.”

“I’ll help,” says Michael. “Exposure therapy. If I love you long enough, you’ll accept it eventually.”

Harry snorts. Michael sticks out his tongue teasingly.

“But it is also just… part of me,” says Harry. “I like being a cat, and not only for unhealthy reasons. It’s fun, and I like how it feels to- to cuddle with you, and how you pet me…” He chuckles awkwardly and is quick to add, “And I don’t have to walk anywhere if I don’t want to. I can just make someone carry me. The Hogwarts staircases are a thing of the past.” He sighs dreamily, exaggeratedly for his joke.

Michael giggles along. “Do I have to worry about you getting fat?” He hums, runs his hands temptingly along Harry’s abdomen. “That’s alright. You’ll look good with a little more fat on your bones. You’re too skinny, anyway.”

Yeah, thank his relatives for that. But since he’ll be spending the summer with the Scamanders this year, he won’t have the usual yearly setback in his diet. …Not that he has any idea how cat food factors into a healthy diet for him, but he supposes he’ll figure that out later. If it’s healthy for cats, it’s probably healthy enough for him while he is one. The complication comes upon changing back and forth.

He should probably ask about that, actually, once he’s in America. One of the Scamanders is sure to know, or be able to find out, the dietary specifications of an animagus.

“…You know… I get it, now.”

Harry hums a question.

Michael sighs. “I was so… bitter. About Ginny, I mean. I’m not anymore. I know why she did what she did. It was hard on her, too, all the secrets to keep me safe. That’s why she broke up with me. I was so angry about how she was treating me that I didn’t realize she was struggling, too.

“Ron and Hermione, as well. They’re in the same boat. I never understood why you kept standing by them, kept putting your trust in them, when they treated you like they did over the summer. I guess I was projecting my feelings about Ginny onto you, too. But…”

Michael hums thoughtfully. “What happened in the Ministry… that’s not something you just turn your back on. I get that, now. You went through so many things with Ron and Hermione and I didn’t realize just what that does to you. Like… Susan. Before this, she was, what? An acquaintance at best? Skirting the line of a friend? But now, after she saved my life from Death Eaters? That woman is my best friend in the world and I’m not letting her go for anything. Even if she does terrify me.”

Harry chuckles. “Yeah. In first year, Ron and I weren’t really friends with Hermione. In fact, it was Ron that insulted her and made her cry and miss the Halloween Feast. But then we went to warn her about the troll, and it turned out the troll was there, and we fought it together, and we’ve just been inseparable ever since.”

He idly plays with Michael’s sleeve. “I was worried at first about bringing them and you guys together, but… after what happened in the Ministry… I know Ron and Hermione will accept you guys, no question. You defended me, you fought with me, and that means- a lot- to us. I’m pretty sure they already think of you guys as part of the group now.”

“And all I had to do was risk my life. You’ve such a welcoming club, Harry.”

“Pfft. Shut up. You brought it up.”

Michael grins impishly, but it quickly fades. “Nah, for real, I get it. They’re protective of you. Even if they make some errors in judgement, like listening to Dumbledore last summer, they’re still trying to look out for you. You got to respect that much. I understand now why you still trust them despite everything. I’ve started to trust them, despite everything. Anyone who goes through that kind of Gryffindor nonsense with you can’t be all bad.”

“True, but that was not my fault. I went through the official channels and everything! It’s not like I broke into the Ministry to do something stupid like steal the prophecy before Voldemort could or something.”

“I didn’t say it was your fault,” Michael chuckles. “I’m just saying it’s Grade A Gryffindor Brand Nonsense. Honestly, we go to the Ministry of Magic and get wrapped up in a full-scale attack by Death Eaters! That doesn’t happen in Ravenclaw!”

“More than half the people there were Ravenclaw, you know. And technically I’m not even a Gryffindor, so there actually weren’t any Gryffindors present.”

“Hehe, whatever makes you feel better, dear heart.”

“Don’t get cute with me just because you’re wrong.”

“I’m always cute, though?”

Harry very maturely sticks out his tongue. Michael ruffles his hair. “Was it ever confirmed if you’ll be resorted? Did they go over that in your readmittance meeting?”

“I don’t have to be,” Harry says. “Since I’m on record as being a Gryffindor I can just rejoin the house when I come back. Technically, I should be resorted, but I can be placed if I choose it.” He shrugs. “I think I’ll just stick with Gryffindor. It’d be interesting to do the sorting again, but I just don’t want that kind of attention.”

“But then that means you’re not in Ravenclaw with me…” Michael whines. “What about sleeping together?”

Harry grins mischievously. “What do you mean? No one would keep Tiger out of your dormitory.”

Michael’s pout quickly turns into a beaming smile. He laughs and plants a kiss on Harry’s cheek. “You’re so right. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

-----

“So, where are Stephen and Kevin?”

“Out,” answers Terry. “This is an odd time to pack.”

Harry grunts. It is that. Technically there are still a few more days of term left. The Hogwarts Express won’t be bringing everyone back to King’s Cross until Thursday, and even the early packers won’t be doing so in the middle of a nice day like this. They’ll be enjoying the last of their time with their friends before summer.

Harry wanders to Terry’s desk as the three Ravenclaw boys gather up their trunks to begin organizing. He snatches up some Transfiguration notes and hums, examining them, then folds it up and slips it in his pocket.

“You can ask to borrow my notes, you know.”

Harry sends him a grin and a wink. “I know, but that’s not half as fun.”

Terry rolls his eyes. “Kleptomania is the worst habit you picked up by being a cat.”

“I disagree,” says Michael before Harry can protest. “The worst habit is that he’s distracted by little lights.”

Harry squawks. “I am not!”

“Vermillious.”

Harry’s eyes track the red sparks that shoot from Michael’s wand and- yeah, okay, they’re distracting. He draws his own wand. “Finite- That means nothing.”

“It’s cute, though,” says Michael.

The boys snicker at him, which makes him pout. “Anthony, your friends are bullying me.”

“Don’t be mean,” says Anthony, eyes never leaving his own packing.

Harry puffs up triumphantly. “Ha!”

“Besides,” says Anthony, “his worst habit is easily knocking things off of tables for no reason.”

Harry scrunches up his nose as the boys laugh. “I have only ever done that on purpose.”

“Yeah, that’s not a good defense, mate,” giggles Terry.

“Still, it’s not habit if it’s deliberate every time.”

Anthony rolls his eyes. “Touché.”

Letting the chuckle fade, Michael holds up one of his winter cloaks. “Hey, Anthony, is it cold in America?”

Anthony hums a noncommittal sort of noise. “Not cold enough for that. At the reserve, definitely not unless you’re in a habitat made to be that way. At the Scamanders’ house, though, it’s a bit cooler. They live in New York. The reserve is mostly in Texas.”

“…Isn’t that really far?”

Anthony chuckles. “It’s America. Compared to Britain, everything is far. They’ve got a special floo specifically for travel between their home and the reserve, but yeah, they do have to contend with the time difference.”

“So, where will we be staying?” asks Terry. “Harry is going to live with them, of course, and I imagine you will, too, but will there be room for Michael and I or will we be lodging on the reserve like most out-of-area interns would?”

Anthony keeps a wry smirk. “The four of us will share a keeper residence on the reserve, actually. But as we’re all underage and they are my cousins, we’ll all be expected at the house regularly. Expect Rolf to stop by often to check on us, too. And we’ll probably have most of our meals with them whether we like it or not.”

“Sounds good to me,” says Michael.

It does sound good. Kind of similar to how they are here at Hogwarts. Living together and going to class and doing assignments together.

Harry sighs. It’s similar, except that they’re going to begin training to fight Voldemort. A large part of Harry really doesn’t want them involved. He’s scared for them. He knows how strong Voldemort is, he knows how dangerous fighting him is, and every second that they decide to fight with Harry is another where they can die.

But Michael hits the nail on the head earlier today. The same reason Harry accepts Ron and Hermione there at his side in the fight is the same reason he has to accept Michael, Terry, and Anthony.

Harry can’t abandon them even if he wants to. He can’t even really say for sure that their choice to fight is solely motivated by his role in the coming war, but if he considers that it isn’t, if Harry has the opportunity they do, to back out and choose to stay out of it and stay safe, he’d fight, too. He won’t even consider allowing any one of them to go out there without being at their side.

So, he shouldn’t be a hypocrite and ask them to stand back. He’d only invite resentment. Like Dumbledore keeping Harry out of the loop in the name of keeping him “safe.”

Safe is important, but even more important than that is that they’re happy with their choice. That they have a choice to begin with.

“Harry?” Michael asks softly. “You alright?”

Harry looks up at the boys who come to mean so much to him so quickly, who understand him, who listen to him when no one else does, who involve him when the people he relies on are unwilling to. And he can’t keep the question from his tongue. It stings his lips; he knows he shouldn’t ask, but he does anyway, “Are you all really sure about this? Training to fight Voldemort… You have the chance to walk away, to stay safe.”

The boys all go quiet. Anthony, surprisingly, speaks up first in a low, intimidating growl. “No, I don’t,” he says. “That chance walked away when Voldemort threatened the people I care about. I will- always- lift my wand for you guys. Any of you.”

Harry swallows thickly. Anthony is by far the protective one, so it’s not out of left field, but… Harry knows he hates fighting. Harry knows he’s not as bold, can’t brush it off as easily, as Ron and Hermione do over the years.

“We told you the day you trusted us to know you’re an animagus, didn’t we?” asks Terry calmly. “You’re our friend. It doesn’t matter what we face. An impossible problem, or an unbeatable enemy. We’re in it together.”

Terry… Terry is the most unsuited for combat. Anthony at least has those protective instincts driving him to face down whatever he must, even if he breaks a little afterwards when he’s safe again. But Terry isn’t made for confrontation. He’s in near hysterics in the Ministry, and he’s chosen to talk to Fudge and Madam Bones during the Umbridge thing for a reason. He’s a brilliant, brilliant man, but he’s good at talking, at logic and deduction, and at reading situations. He’s not good for a firefight.

There’s nothing shameful about that. Frankly, Harry is the opposite. He sucks hard at all the things Terry is best at. They need a Terry, but Harry worries that putting him into combat…

No, Terry is stronger than he looks. He holds his own in the Ministry, too, and his quick thinking is invaluable. And… he’s no less determined to be there for his friends. He’s even braver than Harry.

Michael’s gentle hands cup Harry’s cheeks, turning him so that they come face to face. Michael smiles softly, kisses Harry’s forehead, and whispers, “We’re sure. We know, and we’re sure. Just like you are.”

Just like he is. They know the danger, just like Harry does. They’re resolved, just like Harry is. They’re not being kept in ignorance. They make their choice with Voldemort’s claws flashing before them, and they show their fangs, anyway.

How can he deny them, that?

“Thank you,” Harry whispers. He gulps for a second. His eyes linger in Michael’s dark ones, then sink to his lips, then come back up.

He reaches up, grabs Michael’s face, and kisses him on the mouth.

For a blissful second, it’s just their kiss, their first real one, though they occasionally kiss on the cheek or forehead before this. Technically they don’t even have their first date, yet, but Harry thinks fighting together against Death Eaters and Voldemort counts as a bonding moment.

And then Anthony makes a gagging sort of sound, and Terry wolf-whistles, and Harry and Michael break apart with identical groans of exasperation and embarrassment.

Michael glares weakly at his two best friends. “You couldn’t have just let me have it?”

Terry snickers. “That’s what she said.”

“I hate you.”

Harry holds tight to Michael and laughs. He laughs until Michael laughs, too, and all four of them chuckle until they’re all chuckled out and they go to sit on each of their respective beds, quietly agreeing to just relax for a moment.

Harry considers joining Michael in his bed, but he doesn’t want to push it, and he does initiate their first kiss just then. He doesn’t think Michael will mind, but he thinks it’s a good idea for him to take a moment and sort through that new development in their relationship himself before doing anything else.

So, he climbs up over Terry instead, to the spare top bunk no one actually sleeps in, and jumps thoughtlessly onto the mattress.

There’s a small, muffled poof and Harry and the bed is engulfed in a noxious stench cloud.

The boys all jump up to attention even as Harry slowly registers what just happens.

The spare bed… a stink pellet hidden in the sheets…

“Wha- who-?” asks Michael.

Harry closes his eyes. He takes a deep, steadying breath and regrets it because of the stench. “Did… Did I just prank myself?” he asks no one. God, or Fate, maybe. He can’t believe he forgets about that stupid stink pellet!

A beat passes. Then the howling starts.

Michael is inconsolable. In seconds there are tears streaming down his face for laughing so hard. He’s wheezing and very nearly falling off the bed. Terry shouts, “Ha! Karma!” and laughs just as eagerly.

Harry looks to Anthony, his one ally in this cruel world. Anthony shakes his head, a smile on his lips, and says, “Sorry, Tiger. Not getting you out of this one.”

“I’m betrayed,” moans Harry.

Michael falls out of his bunk. The only thing keeping Harry from breaking into laughter himself is the temporary concern over whether he’s okay falling from the top bunk like that. He’s fine, though, literally prone on the floor cackling like a hyena.

“Abandoned. Forsaken.”

“It’s just the consequences of your own actions,” says Terry.

“I have never done anything wrong, ever, in my life,” declares Harry. Michael is just a trembling ball on the floor. No help at all.

Anthony scoffs. “That doesn’t even work when you’re a cat.”

“I have no allies left in this world.”

“Drama queen.”

“Well, he is a cat.”

“You all are so mean,” Harry whines. “I love you guys.”

“We love you, too. I’m still not going to save you.”

“…Rude.”

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Always

Newt Scamander x female!reader Request

Word count:3.4k

Warnings:Blood, character death, beast killing someone(?), Canon typical violence, it's actually fluff

Summary: You and Newt were friends at Hogwarts, but he favored your Sister, Leta. Now, years after school, you have to join forces again, in order to fight Gellert Grindelwald...

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It was him. It had always been him. But I couldn't get myself to forgive him, I just couldn't.

So, instead of smiling or waving it anything, I just sat there, frozen in place, as his eyes landed on mine. For the entire evening I had prevented him from looking at me. Newt Scamander. The one and only Magizoologist and my former best friend. We went to Hogwarts together, but as always, my sister Leta caught his attention and the two of us talked less and less, until  we didn't talk at all anymore. In the end, I befriended his brother Theseus and the two uf us started working at the ministry together. I could never forgive Newt for favoring my sister over me, I knew it was childish, but still...

 He smiled at me shyly, which pulled my out of my trance, so I quickly looked away. Leta seemed to notice my Nervousness, so she grabbed my hand and smiled at me. It was a sad smile and immediately I knew what she was about to do.

"Leta", I whispered, "Don't!"

I closed my fingers around her hand trying to stop her from leaving me, but it was useless. She broke free and tumbled down the stairs.

"Leta!!", I yelled again, as she got dangerously close the the blue flames. I quickly grabbed my wand, trying to cast a spell to stop her, but Leta was faster. She turned around, an apologetic look on her face. She raised her wand against me:"Expelliarmus!!"

I was thrown to the ground, to far away to still help her. I looked back up and saw Leta standing in front of Grindelwald.

"Leta!?"

It was Theseus. Her fiancé and my best friend. His eyes looked glossy and he seemed so confused, not understanding what was going on. But Leta ignored him, she turned around and looked me in the eyes, a smile on her face, before she stepped into the flames.

And just like that, she was gone. My sister was gone.

"Leta?", I mumbled, not understanding what just happened. It couldn't be true, it couldn't. How could she be dead?!

"Xenia!?" I heard my name. I looked up, tears in my eyes. It was Newt. He kneeled down in front of me, an expression of pain on his face.

"We need to go", He whispered and put a Hand in my shoulder. I was too stunned to speak, so I only nodded. He gently pulled me onto my feet and guided me away from the flames.

In that moment, I didn't care. I didn't care about our fight, about our past, about nothing, I just followed Newt away from the flames.

But they grew hotter each second we tried to escape them. It seemed useless.

"Hurry!!",My face shot up. It was Flamel, he had found us. And he had a solution, so we ran, we ran and ran until we so rounded the flames.

Newt stopped right next to me and Theseus. I looked at the two brothers and nodded. Together, we rammed out wands into the ground, yelling:"Finite!!"

Red flames broke lose, circling the blue one's by Grindelwald. The heat was getting unbearable, but I threw up my arms and stayed in position. After a few minutes, I felt the heat dying down and looked back up. The graveyard was burnt to pieces, but everyone seemed alive and well.

Just now, I finally seemed to realize what had actually happend. I slowly fell to my knees, tears falling down my face. My sister was dead. Leta Lestrange was dead. I sniffled slightly and looked up at Theseus. He also had tears in his eyes. Of course, he just witnessed the love of his life die. 

"Theseus?", I mumbled and grabbed his hand. His eyes fell on mine and then he lost it. He started sobbing and cried out in pain. I quickly pulled him in for a hug, letting my own tears fall freely. 

Newt was still standng next to us and despite everything, I raisedmy hand and motioned for him to come to us. He had lost someone too. Newt slowly trotted over to us, his shaking hand took mine and I pulled him closer to Theseus and me. The two brothers looked at each other before nodding.

"We need to go", Theseus mumbled. Newt and I only nodded and grabbed his hand and Theseus apparated us to the french Ministry of magic . I sniffled quietly and wiped away my tears.

"I'm sorry", Newt whispered. I looked up at him, a little perplexed. "for everything", he mumbled. I carefully took his hand. Newt avoided looking at me, so I simply pulled him with me to sit down on a nearby bench, waiting for Theseus. I quietly put my head down on his shoulder. A few seconds of silence passed, each one of us lost in their thoughts. 

"I know", I finally said and glanced at Newt. "I know", I repeated and squeezed his hand,"I forgive you"

"Oh come on", I cursed. Theseus and I were dangling from the ceiling in one of the best secured prisons of the the magical community.

"He'll come", Theseus assured, trying to turn towards me, but he just swung around helplessly.

"What makes you so sure?!", I asked, trying to think fo what Newt was currently doing. I was hoping, that he was save.

After my sister died, I barely had time to grieve. The situation with Grindelwald got much worse and we had to fight Him. Even Dumbledore decided to step into action now, even if he and Grindelwald still had the blood swear.

"Theseus?"

My head shot up. I turned to look at Theseus. He nodded, so he had heard it too.

"Xenia?"

No doubt that it was Newt. A grin rose onto my face. Theseus was right, he actually came to save us.

I was about to yell his name, but Theseus repeatedly shook his head, motioning for me to stop. And fortunately, I listened to him.

A few seconds later, we saw Newt trotting over to us. But he was walking like a crab with his arms in the air and legs spread.

"Rescuing us, are you?", Theseus mumbled.

Newt quietly answered:"That's the general idea"

"And I presume... This", Theseus said, looking at Newt confused,"Whatever it is, you are doing, is strategic"

Newt nodded:"Yes, it's a technique called limbic mimicry. It discourages violent engagement...theoretically. I've only actually attempted it once before"

"And the results?", I asked, looking at him.

"Uh...", Newt mumbled, arriving right in front of Theseus. "Inconclusive", He muttered, "Course that was a laboratory setting and the conditions were strictly controlled and the...Well, the current conditions are more volatile, so making it less predictive of the ultimate outcome."

Newt had waddled closer to us and slowly attempted to turn around, so that he was facing Theseus and me.

"The ultimate outcome presumably... Bing our survival", Theseus said and looked up and Newt, who was standing directly in front of him now.

Suddenly a tail emerged right behind Newt. It came out of the abyss that was hovering only a few feet under us.

The tail got closer to Newt. To close for my liking, but it only seemed to inspect him. Newt carefully craned away his head, trying to avoid touching it.

A few meters away from us, the light of one of the other inmates, suddenly started flickering before it ran out.

The tail, which was next to Newt quickly got away from him and started hissing at the inmate, before it sunk back into the abyss.

A few seconds later, a much bigger scorpion-looking tail emerged and grabbed the inmate, pulling him down with it, while all he could do was scream.

"Holy lord", I gulped.

Newt had slowly turned around and watched how the remains of the inmate were shot back up. All that was remaining was a stinky corpse, dipped in Secretions and juices from the scorpion.

Suddenly, all the tiny scorpions started marching away quickly. Newt could only look after them, as they started eating up the remains of the inmate.

Newt quickly jumped closer to Theseus, cutting open his fetters. I could hear a thud, presumably Theseus who fell to the ground.

He groaned, as Newt grabbed his lantern and stepped over to me.

"Hy", He mumbled as he also loosened my fetters. I also fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Hy", I groaned, as Newt grabbed my hand and  pulled me to my feet.

"Are you alright?", he asked. I only nodded, rubbing my back.

Newt ran back out and Theseus and I followed him quickly.

"Shit", I mumbled, as I saw the army on little scorpions in front of us. They were blocking the way out.

"And the plan is?", Theseus asked, while I felt how Newt slowly pushed me behind him.

"Hold this", Newt said and handed me his latern. I quickly grabbed it and held it up. Newt folded his hands and started whistling. The sound echoed through the caves, as Theseus and I waited for something to happen.

"What the bloody hell was that for?", Theseus whispered, looking at Newt from the corner of his eye.

"Um..", Newt breathed, "We're gonna need some help."

He suddenly lifted his arms, getting into the scorpion-like position, he was in earlier. Theseus and I backed away a little bit, as the tiny scorpions all mimicked Newt's pose.

Theseus and I quickly tried to copy Newt's pose. The lantern dangled around in my hand, as I did my best to do it exactly like him. He suddenly started swinging his hips:"Follow me"

I gulped and started at him, as I slowly trailed behind Newt, trying to copy his actions. I looked behind me, seeing that Theseus was also struggling to find the right rhythm.

"Come on", Newt mumbled quietly. The three of us, were slowly walking along the path together with the tiny scorpions who all copied our actions. We looked like a weird magicall dance group, practicing for their next gig.

"You're not swiveling properly", Newt said, eyeing Theseus' hip swings.

"Swivel...", he tried to explain, "Swivel, but delicately"

"I'm swiveling like you're swiveling, Newt", Theseus said sternly, even though it was obvious that he struggled.

"I don't believe you are", Newt mumbled, tilting his head.

"Shut up, you two", I mumbled and gave them both and stern look.

Suddenly the lantern in my hand started flickering too. Newt and Theseus immediately stopped fighting and looked at the light in my hand.

But luckily, it didn't go out. Unfortunately the light in the chamber right behind me started flickering too now, before it ultimately stopped glowing.

"Bloddy hell", I whispered before ducking away quickly, as the Gigantic scorpion tail emarged from the abyss and grabbed the inmate behind me.

I quickly got up and waddled over to Newt, as I saw the Corpse already flying back up. I stumbled into Newt's side and he quickly put his arm around me, preventing me from falling.

"Are you alright?", Newt mumbled and looked down at me.

"Mmh", I nodded, as I glanced at the tiny scorpions eating up the corpse.

Newt and I looked at Theseus and he nodded:"Swivel"

I parted from Newt and the three of us started trotting away again.

After a few minutes, we finally reached the entrance of our cave.

We were ready to step out, when I heard a crunching sound behind me.

Newt and I turned around and saw that Theseus had stepped on one of the tiny scorpions. He slightly shook his foot, to get it away from his shoe. 'Gross', I thought to myself.

Suddenly the lantern in my hand started flickering again, but this time, it finally stopped glowing.

I looked around as all the scorpions hurried out of the cave, leaving the three of us behind.

I couldn't believe my eyes, as I turned around and saw at least four of the giant scorpion tails, coming out of the abyss. The creature growled at us, before it started to attack.

A yell escaped my lips, as Newt, Theseus and I started running away.

"Woah", I yelped, as the cave crashed right in front of me, a Scorpion tail destroying the wall. I quickly got up and backed away. I ran into the other direction and duck away from the glowing splotches of Secretion, that the scorpion fired at me.

I had to stop, trying to catch my breath as the tiny scorpions suddenly so rounded me again. I quickly backed away, back into the cave, but right now, the Gigantic creature was emerging completely. It seemed like I had no way out. It hissed at me, and rammed it's tail into the wall right next to me. I whimpered slightly and backed away. I ran across the path towards the entrance. It seemed like a parkour, since every few seconds one of the tails rammed into the earth right next to me. I finally made my way out and started running like the devil was chasing me.

As I crossed an intersection, I was able to spot Newt for a second, who was also running away. I turned left and saw him running towards me. I sprinted the last few meters towards him and he grabbed my hand, pulling me with him, as Theseus also joined the two of us. Together, we sprinted towards the entrance, as the ceiling started to crumble. Right after we escaped, it crashed down and closed the entrance once and for all.

I tried to catch my breath, as I thought we were save, but suddenly a tail came up behind us. It slung around Theseus and pulled him away.

"No wait!!", Newt yelled and the two of us grabbed one of Theseus' hands each and tried pulling him back to us. It seemed almost impossible, as Newt lost Theseus' hand.

He was pulled closer to the abyss and so was I. I landed flat on my stomach, as I tried to prevent Theseus from being pulled into the abyss.

"Newt!", he yelled, as I struggled to hold him up. He grabbed both of my hands tightly and tried to pull himself up.

Newt ran to us, grabbing my other hand, building up a chain. Suddenly Pickett came flying towards us, Newt's Wand in his hand. He quickly grabbed it and yelled:"Accio!!"

Only seconds later the three of us fell into the abyss, as Teddy, Newt's Niffler,  came flying right after us.

"Grab the tie!!", Newt yelled. I did as he told and the port key activated. The three of us were apparated out of the prison.

We landed somewhere in a Forrest. The cold air hit my face, as we landed on the ground. Thanks to Theseus and Newt, I landed gently, as I toppled down on the both of them.

I groaned slightly and got up, as I noticed that the scorpion tail was still around Theseus, as him and Newt got up too. He quickly pushed it away, the tie though was still in his hand. It hissed and crawled away quickly.

Thesus lifted the Tie and handed it over to Newt, since Teddy was still clinging to it.

"That was a portkey", he said sternly.

"Yeah", Theseus mumbled.

"Well done you Two", Newt said as we reached the lake right in front of us. I couldn't believe my eyes at what I saw. A smile appeared on my face, as I took in the sight of Hogwarts, right in front of us.

"Come on", I smiled and pulled the two wizards with me.

As we entered the great hall, I immediately spotted Lally sitting next to a couple students.

"Lally!", I shouted and she looked over to us.

"What kept you three?", she asked and got up.

"Uh", I mumbled, "We encountered some complications. You?"

"We encountered some complications", she repeated and handed me the Newspaper that she was holding.

I opened it and looked at the headline perplexed.

"Jacob tried to murder Grindelwald?", Theseus asked, after he peered over my shoulder.

"It's a long story", Lally said.

She turned around and I spotted Jacob sitting at the Dinner table with some Students, they were talking about his new wand.

"Jacob", Lally said sternly, catching his attention, "Look who I found"

"Hey", he smiled and quickly got up,"Its my wizard friends, Newt, Theseus and Xenia"

He looked back at the students and crossed his fingers:"We're like this. I gotta go, alright. Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do"

I smiled at our muggle friend. He never failed to impress me with his charisma.

"Do you believe this place?", he asked, as he stepped over to us, "They got pint-sized little witches and wizards running around here"

"You don't say", I chuckled. I saw Theseus smile slightly before he slowly walked away from us.

"I was the assassin", Jacob mumbled, leaning closer to me and Newt. A smiled at him, giving Newt a look and a chuckle left his lips.

"Newt, Theseus and Xenia all went to Hogwarts", Lally explained with a smile before we followed Theseus.

"Oh, I knew that. Well, they're being very nice to me. The Slytherin boys over there, they gave me these", Jacob smiled and held up a package of candy,"They're delicious. Who wants one?"

Newt and I turned around and Eyed the box that he was holding.

"Well, I never cared for cockroach clusters much myself, although Honeydukes are supposed to be the best", I explained

The bell chimed and the students all got up and Started to leave, while the four of us stepped over to Dumbledore. He did not seem happy.

After explaining the situation to us, Dumbledore lead us to his brother, who lived in Hogsmead.

"Here we are", Dumbledore said and opened the door for us.

"Bunty, you're here", Newt said and looked over to his assistant.

"Yes", she smiled.

Newt finally noticed the Quilin standing to his feet.

"How is she?", he asked and leaned down.

"Oh, she's fine", Bunty said. She grabbed Newt's case and let out the other Nifflers.

"What's Alfie done now?", Newt asked as he crawled into his hand, scolding the little guy.

"Miss Broadacher, I trust my brother has been a gracious host?", Dumbledore asked and caught my attention. He eyed Bunty questioningly.

"Yes, ever so gracious", she smiled.

"I'm delighted to hear", Dumbledore said and turned to his brother,"Uh,so room's have been arranged for you in the village and Aberforth here will prepare you a delicious dinner, his own recipe"

To be honest, the soup Aberforth made, didn't look to delicious. The taste was astonishing though.

I looked over to Newt, as I caught him staring.

"Newt?", I mumbled and nudged his arm, "Can we talk for a second?"

He only nodded and followed me outside as I excused the two of us.

We stepped outside into the cold and I quickly turned around, looking at Newt. He was avoiding my eyes.

"Newt... I...", I whispered and grabbed his arm. I gently pulled him closer to me and he let me. "Newt, I...I want to thank you. Ehm, for saving my life.", I mumbled. I felt his breath hit my face and I looked up at him. His face was inches away from mine and he finally looked into my eyes.

"Xenia", he whispered. I couldn't help myself. I pulled him closer by his arm and our lips collided in a soft kiss. I closed my eyes, as I felt his arms wrap around me gently, like he was afraid to hurt me. I put my arms around his neck, as I deepened the kiss.

"I love you", I blurted out as we parted,"I always have" Newt didn't say anything and for a second, I thought that I had spoken to soon. I looked down in embarressment, but suddenly I felt how Newt's hand rose to carress my face. He leaned down and softly kissed me again.

"I love you too", he smiled,"I always have"