#tina goldstein drabble

[afrenchaugurey]

This is an old head canon, but the words are inspired by a Twitter farnart.

It's not in a fic, and in several at the same time 🤷

[scamanderishredmayniac]

Tina grinned triumphantly, mustard, ketchup and whatever other sources she’d consumed with the pile of hotdogs she’d eaten. Newt blushed and looked away unsure where to look. Was this really the woman who he’d planned to marry? He couldn’t believe she had convinced him to come to a hotdog eating contest. He hadn’t meant to tease her with the article in that stupid magazine she liked to read, it had been a joke to remind her how they’d met. But Tina had seen the ad for the contest as a challenge and a means to embarrass him, to get him back for teasing and trying to humiliate her. And now she had won both, the hotdog contest and the achievement of embarrassing him. Well done Tina, well done! He thought and finally meeting her gaze, he smiled a shy smile and softly congratulated her as she now stood before him.

Write a piece about a hot dog eating contest

[ao3feed-grammander]

Illuminate the Senses

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/YusyhQ7

by Gondtithenniel

After being expelled from Hogwarts, Newt Scamander left England with nothing but a magical suitcase from his brother and a bit of pocket money from his parents. Wandering Europe in the days leading up to the Great War led to some very interesting experiences for Newt, including becoming friends with Percival Graves.

Years later, Newt must travel through New York to release the Thunderbird in his care. This is the perfect chance to make Percival take a vacation, if only he could be sure this man was actually Percival Graves. Surely Percy would forgive him a minor incident of magical exposure or property damage here or there if it led to the capture of Grindelwald, right?

Words: 1649, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Harry Potter One Shots, Drabbles, & WIPs

Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Newt Scamander, Original Percival Graves, Tina Goldstein, Jacob Kowalski, Queenie Goldstein, Seraphina Picquery, Credence Barebone, Modesty Barebone, Newt Scamander's Magical Beasts, Gellert Grindelwald

Relationships: Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander, Queenie Goldstein/Jacob Kowalski, Original Percival Graves & Newt Scamander, Original Percival Graves & Seraphina Picquery, Newt Scamander & Newt Scamander's Magical Beasts, Tina Goldstein & Newt Scamander, Queenie Goldstein & Tina Goldstein

Additional Tags: Newt Scamander and Percival Graves knew each other for years, This is inconvenient for Gellert Grindelwald, Seraphina Picquery gets to help kick Grindelwald's ass, It's very therapeutic, Newt Scamander Is a Mess, Newt Scamander's Suitcase, Cinnamon Roll Newt Scamander, WIP

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/YusyhQ7

[heliads]

First of all, massive congrats on 3000 followers Lisa!! You deserve every single one 💗 I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read and re-read your works (it’s way too many times at this point LOL). You’re a fantastic writer and I always get super excited whenever you post :D

I was hoping to request a personalized drabble for your celebration ^^ This is for a female reader who, from first impressions, appears quite serious and put-together, but around those in her inner circle is also witty/sarcastic, bold (can be little on the blunt side lol), and talkative. She’s a fiercely loyal friend (though it takes some time for her to completely open up to others; easier to lose her trust than gain it 😬) who will always have your back. She enjoys traveling and reading and loves having conversations of all sorts (from deep to silly) with close friends. I was wondering if this drabble could be done in the Fantastic Beasts universe? I don’t know if you’ve written anything specifically for this part of the Harry Potter fandom, so if not, anything in the HP universe will suit my fancy just fine haha Thank you so much for all your lovely writings!!! Looking forward to all your future works 😘💗💗 (Also side note: ASKFHKS this got so long I’m sorry T-T)

i would LOVE to do more stuff for fantastic beasts, don't worry!! the vibes from those movies were so good

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It’s a fine day for getting in trouble. Newt Scamander and Tina Goldstein walk through the crowded streets of New York, doing their best to not trip over uneven cobblestones. Newt squints over at Tina, one hand wrapped protectively around a battered suitcase that definitely does not contain a multitude of exotic magical beasts.

“Why are we here, again? We’re looking for a way to stay undercover, I didn’t think we’d be trotting around the city on a fun little jaunt.”

Tina smirks. “We’re not on a fun little jaunt, we’re here to find an old friend of mine. If you want someone to help you hide from the rest of the world, look no further than Y/N L/N.”

Newt frowns. “Y/N L/N?” The name sounds familiar, but he can’t place it immediately.

Tina nods, the look on her face almost reverent. “We went to school together. She’s quite possibly the most fascinating person I’ve ever met. It seems like she’s in a new place every week, and has probably traveled to a hundred different countries by now. She has contacts in high places all over. If we want to hide, we go to her. Easy.”

Newt stares. “Wait, I think I’ve heard of her. I had a few friends from Hogwarts who might have mentioned her once.” He blows out a low breath. “I didn’t think I’d actually get to meet her myself, she’s somewhat of an enigma in the wizarding world.”

Tina shrugs, although she’s still smiling. “And she’s right around the corner. Here we are now, actually. Just do me a favor and don’t trip over your own words, alright?”

Before Newt can argue that he would certainly never do such a thing, Tina’s knocking on a blank stretch of wall. Newt is used to detecting magical places, but he hadn’t picked up on a single thing here. A moment later, a section of the wall about the height and width of a door shimmers and turns into dark wood, with a brass doorknob turning to open up the whole thing.

A woman stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Her eyes flash from Tina to Newt, taking them in gravely. Her mouth is a thin slash like the cut of a dagger, her wand balanced between her fingers. Newt has the uncanny suspicion that this is someone to trust, someone who could drag him out of a sinking ship but throw him back down just as fast.

Y/N (for of course it is she, no one else could have such a presence) considers them for a moment longer, then breaks into a smile brighter than the sun just starting to poke through the clouds behind them. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

She turns and heads back into her house, gesturing for them to follow. Tina and Newt exchange glances, and then retreat into the house. The door shuts behind them, and all Newt can think is that he might have embarked on the best part of his journey yet.

harry potter tag list: @rogueanschel, @cameronsails, @neewtmas, @lovesanimals0000, @with-inked-solace, @sher-lokid7

[myriadimagines]

Tina +reader with 121 and 192?

Characters: Reader x Tina Goldstein + Newt Scamander

Warnings: none

Prompts: 121: “Just talk to me.” 192: “It’s not fair!”

Word Count: 309

A/N: honestly i don’t know where i was going with this but i hope it’s okay.

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

“Tina!” you exclaimed upon seeing your best friend quickly dart into the MACUSA offices. Tina spun around, alarmed, as you asked, “What are you doing?”

“N-nothing.” Tina stammered, and you raised an eyebrow. You looked over your shoulder at the man she had come in with, before turning back to her. Clearing her throat, she awkwardly continued, “Uh, Mr. Scamander, meet my friend, y/n.”

“I heard you tried to report something to the investigative team.” you folded your arms across your chest, and Tina sighed. “Teen, you know it’s just going to get you into more trouble!” 

Before Tina could respond, you turned to Newt and asked, “Wait, where did you come from, Mr. Scamander?” 

Newt began to stammer a response, before he saw Tina shake her head. Unfortunately, you caught her shaking her head too.

“Alright,” you folded your arms across your chest. “You’re obviously up to something. Just talk to me, Tina.” 

“It’s nothing, y/n, really.” Tina replied desperately, and you rolled your eyes. “I’ve just been real busy with... with this paperwork.”

Tina gestured to her cluttered desk, and you scoffed. 

“It’s not fair!” you suddenly exclaimed. “You’re my best friend, and you don’t even trust me enough to tell me what’s going on. I could help you, Tina.” 

Tina opened her mouth, as if she wanted to tell you something, before she shook her head. She didn’t want you to get into trouble too. She knew you loved your job, and she didn’t want to do anything to jeopardise it. 

“I’m just giving Mr. Scamander his wand permit.” Tina finally said, and you sighed. Tina looked away, hating how she had to lie to you, but she didn’t have a choice.

“I give up.” you waved your hand and turned to walk away. “Just don’t get yourself into too much trouble, Teen.”

[albinokittens300]

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Pairring: Newtina, Rating G/K

Synopsis: Tina gives Newt a new photo for his case

A/N- Kinda what came of the promo shot of Tinas new photo in the case! Set somewhere between CoG and SoD. Total wish fulfillment and with bit of rustiness. Forgive any mistakes or anything, and please enjoy!

Tina buries her face in his shoulder as he embraces him one more time.

It seems like she only just got him, just started something between them. They’d only confessed how they felt the night before, and he was already leaving. If him leaving the first time hurt, this was textbook torture. Parting ways makes the wound raw and painful. Other than the hug they are sharing, her only comfort is the knowledge he plans to return in a few short weeks this time.

And, in his pocket was a two-way mirror- connected to one on her bedside.

He pulls away, tries for a brave smile when their eyes connect, and gently squeezes her hand. It pulls a grin onto her face and lifts her heart the slightest bit.

It reminds her of something, and she scrambles.

Shuffling through her pocket, she finds what she seeks and pulls out a photo.

It’s a work photo. It isn’t much; she has her hair curled and a neat white silk blouse on. But it is new and on something more robust than newsprint. She had failed to contain her laughter when she saw he put the photo of her back into the case, torn and almost nothing. This would hold up much better, she supposed. And considering her lack of use for it, she saw fit to give it to him to keep close.

She hands it to Newt. “Here. For your case- as long as you use it to replace the torn newsprint one.”

His eyes light up and soften. Then, moving quickly, he kisses her.

It’s short- too short- but brings red to both their cheeks as he thanks her profusely.

Newts holding up the boat now and has to walk away waving. And Tina has to remind herself before she knows it she’ll be welcoming him back in this same place, finally.

[themysteriousphoenix]

A Nighttime Journey

This is an old, old prompt (from October!) given to me by @silvertonedwords. The prompt was from THIS LIST of prompts. I was given number 14, “nighttime journey.”

Moonlight shone down on the empty dirt road. It was late. It was quiet. A single man in a battered, mustard-yellow waistcoat appeared with a barely audible pop, landing in the grass near the tree line. His eyes were sharp as he looked around, watching for company. Newt Scamander, after years of watching for danger and tracking beasts, was quite adept at spotting what most others would not.

Creeping up to the road, his boots scuffling softly in the dirt, Newt set off for home with only the light of the moon to guide him. This was a practiced journey now, and it was best traveled at night. Danger lurked all around him most days, and he was finally on his way to the only place he felt safe. Years of war had put his senses on edge, and he was ready to let down his guard a little for the first time in several days. He was tired. He was always tired now.

It was a surprisingly clear night, a few fluffy clouds danced in the light of the nearly-full moon, and Newt allowed himself to look up at the constellations above his head. His sharp, green eyes traced the memorized shapes of Draco, Cygnus, Aquila… They were familiar, constant, and a little calming; he realized they brought him back to nights of safety at Hogwarts, huddled under a blanket as he charted them from the Astronomy Tower with Leta. Distant, sad memories, now. He walked on, the summer breeze becoming slightly colder as it pushed his messy fringe back from his forehead.

Atop a hill, Newt stopped and looked down into an empty clearing below him. The moon shone on a wide expanse of grass, a rolling area cut out of the trees that stretched back to the small brook in the distance. He reached into his coat, pulling his wand out of hiding. Newt closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them again. He smiled widely as a white cottage edged with white fencing, several small outbuildings, and a large garden came into view.

As Newt entered the front gate and let it fall closed behind him with a creak, he could smell the flowers that had been potted near the front door and under the windows. They were new. They must have been planted in the last four days since he had last been here. A single light shone in the window on the second floor, dim and welcoming.

Quietly, Newt unlocked the front door with a wave of his wand and let himself in, closing the door tightly behind him and replacing the security spell. It was dark in the entryway, but the light from the next floor was enough for him. He slipped his wand back into the holster at his hip and, with practiced agility, silently began to climb the wooden stairs. He could hear a voice now, a single, soft voice that was coming from the illuminated doorway to the right of the stairs.

Newt was captivated by the sight before him. In the light of a single lamp was his everything. Tina was sitting in a wooden rocking chair, her hair tangled and her eyes puffy and tired. She wore the same blue housecoat that she had brought with her from America four years ago, even more worn and ragged now than it had been the first time he had seen her wear it. She was singing a song as she rocked, her eyes watching the small bundle in her arms. The song was in Hebrew. Newt didn’t know what the words meant as they slipped softly and with practiced ease from her lips, but he knew it was probably a song that her father had sang to her when she was young. One finger brushed the fuzzy, dark hair over the baby’s ear in a repetitive motion as she rocked.

He watched from the shadows of the doorway until she finished, his shoulders relaxing and his heart clenching at the view before him. Here he could finally be free of the dangers of the outside world. He was home. He stepped into the room and Tina looked up toward him.

“You’re home.” Words that held surprise, relief, and care, all at once. She smiled tiredly up at him as he walked toward the rocking chair, kneeling next to her on the floor.

“I missed you,” she whispered as he leaned over to kiss her gently on the lips. He rested his forehead against her temple as he lifted one hand to caress her cheek.

“I missed you, too, love. Very much.” He looked down at the bundle in her arms where dark blue eyes stared attentively up at him. Eyes that looked just like Tina’s; eyes that Newt hoped would fade into a dark, fiery brown as beautiful as her mothers’.

“Why are we still awake, my little one?” The baby in Tina’s arms was wide awake, her eyes were alert and a single arm that had escaped from her swaddle was waving slowly through the air, her little hand grasping and unclenching at nothing. At the added attention, she let out a coo and a grunt as she blinked up at them. Newt reached out and placed his first finger into her hand where it was gripped tightly.

Tina leaned back and kissed his cheek. “She was waiting for her Papa, I guess,” she whispered into his ear. Newt smiled widely, his eyes never leaving his daughter’s face. He released a deep breath and slowly rose to his feet.

“C’mere.”

Tina rolled the rocking chair forward and stood, meeting her husband and sinking into the comfort of his arms, their child between them.

“I’m so glad to be home. Four days is far too long,” Newt whispered as Tina rested her cheek on his shoulder.

“Were you able to find it?” She asked, mumbling the question into the fabric of his jacket.

“I was. Dumbledore was very pleased.”

Tina snorted lightly, “He’d better be-- and he’d better let you stay home for at least a few weeks before sending you off to Mercy knows where again.”

Newt chuckled as he leaned his head against his wife’s. “I told him just that not two hours ago. I’m needed here right now. No more trips for a while.”

“Good.”

They stood like that for quite a while, Newt rocking the three of them lightly and rhythmically. Tina leaned on his shoulder, breathing deeply and evenly, and their daughter gripped his finger as her eyes finally began to soften.

Tina yawned, breaking the peaceful moment before snuggling more closely into Newt’s shoulder. He chuckled again, rubbing her back where he held her. “Go to bed. It’s late.”

“Yes, but you just got home.” 

“--and I will be here when you wake up,” he whispered. “Go.”

Tina sighed deeply and kissed his shoulder. “Mm, okay, fine.” She grinned tiredly up at him and leaned forward for a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Tina gently transferred the baby to Newt’s waiting arms before leaning down and kissing her forehead gently. “--and I love you, my darling,” Tina whispered as her knuckle gently caressed her child’s soft cheek. She stood up straight and began walking from the room. She waved at Newt from the doorway before making her way back down the dark hallway to their bedroom.

“Goodnight,” Newt said to her quietly as she slipped from the room. His attention fell to the child in his arms. She squirmed as she tried to get comfortable, letting out a single cry in the silence.

“Sh-sh-sh,” he whispered as he rocked her in his arms, “Shh, I’ve got you, Papa’s got you.” Newt shuffled over to the painted rocking chair in the corner, a gift from Uncle Jacob, and slowly lowered himself into it, rocking forward and backward steadily. The baby seemed to settle a little in his arms as she struggled to find sleep.

“Do you want me to tell you a story?” he asked softly as he continued the comforting motion, “I’ve been on quite a journey for Dumbledore this week. I missed you and your mother terribly, but I found some truly interesting things while I was away.” Newt’s gentle voice rose and fell as he began to tell of wanderings through the woods, spellwork, and searches for old books. His daughter’s eyes drifted closed as he spoke of a meeting with a very odd old witch who had been determined to ‘fatten him up’ before she would allow him to leave her rickety, stone cottage. He continued his tale, rocking gently, as he held his child in his arms. Even after he was done speaking he continued rocking.  He watched her sleeping, her cheek pressed against his chest as she breathed deeply.

He was home, and he was staying. War might be raging outside, but he was needed here. The rest of the world could wait.

[fantasticnifflerimagines]

being a Hufflepuff and going to yule ball with Draco...

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-him at first not liking you, especially since you’re friendly with the golden trio

-he would mock you for being too friendly, but you would ignore him

-one night you’re sitting in one of the hallways, looking outside because you can’t sleep

-he is walking through the hallways as well (his face slightly stained with tears bc of his parents)

-you catch his eye and he scowls, as you are the last person he wants to see in his current state

-once you do see him, you give him a look of pity

-“Don’t look at me like that Hufflepuff, I don’t want your pity”

-You roll your eyes at this statement, which he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you do

-“Im not pitying you. I just know you have a hard life and so you take it out on other people”

-He goes silent at this (because you’re right)

-that was your only interaction for another two weeks, and while he kept making fun of potter, he stopped talking to you

-it wasn’t until you became potion partners that you actually starting talking

-in fact it took him literally biting his tongue to keep from mentioning you were a muggle-born, so how would you be good at potions.

-the first potion you had made together, it went really well

-the alihotsy draught potion, and it was the first time you really heard him laugh (and you liked it)

-after that you became friends, although Draco stayed clear of you when he was with his friends

-you did the same when you were around harry, Ron and Hermione

-the next time you met up, it was at night again, but this time outside by the lake

-you were chatting about random things when Draco asked:

-“what do you want to do when you’re out of Hogwarts?”

-“I think being an Auror could be cool”

-dracos blood would run would run cold at that

“But I mean I could also be a professor, that could be pretty fun as well”, you would sigh, “What do you want to do?”

-He would struggle with this question, mainly because in his life he never really had a choice in what we wanted to do

-“Travel. Get out of London”

When the yule ball came, Draco really wanted to ask you

-not because he liked you or anything, but he liked your presence (that what he told himself)

-the day he went up to ask you, with a yellow rose in his pocket, you had been with the golden trio, and were laughing at something Ron had said.

-his made Draco annoyed, and abandoned his plan quickly, before turning to pansy who was right nearby and asking her

-(you frowned as you watched this interaction)

-while getting ready for the ball, you were talking with Hermione

-“I just thought someone would ask me…” you pouted

-“well.. was there someone it particular you thought would?”

-you decided you couldn’t tell her, and just explained it would be lonely as her , harry and Ron all had dates.

-Once you got to the grand hall, you sat down at one of the tables with Ron and his date, as harry and Hermione had to enter with their dates at the end for everyone to see

-You were glancing around as you saw Draco, with his arm linking with pansy’s

-She basically drooled over him, trying to hold his hand as he kept shaking it off

-He tried to smile at her, but you noticed it didn’t really reach his eyes, and was more of a scowl for anyone who was close to them

-Once the music had started and everyone went dancing, you went to get food and soda, because at least that was something you could drown your sorrows in.

-you had just taken a bite of a chocolate muffin when the familiar platinum blond haired boy sat next to you

-“Vhat are you doing herr?” Your voice came out muffled, as you were still finishing your muffin

-your face went red because of this, it was not very ladylike

-“thought i’d come join. You look like you’re having fun” He smiled, a real one.

-your brows furrowed and you asked: “why aren’t you with your date?”, nodding your head over to pansy who was dancing with another Slytherin.

“Because id rather be here. I didn’t want to go with her anyway”

-“oh” you replied, “who did you want to go with?”

-you, Draco wanted to say

-“a beaubaxton girl”

You lowered your head, while Draco was yelling at himself inside

-“well.. I should get going, all my friends are busy and I could study for the potions test that coming up”

-before you could get more than three steps in, he grabbed your wrist

-“uh.. before you go do you want to dance?”

-All your friends had watched you too dance, harry glaring (because he hates Draco, and you’re so nice to everyone so he doesn’t understand why you would be interested in him)

-hermione was smiling on the inside, you looked happy (and nervous)

-ron was dumbfounded, but didn’t really pay much attention as he was busy dancing with his own date

-after the yule ball, you and Draco talked more, but it was difficult as you knew his parents would never approve

[ears-awake-eyes-opened]

Imagine

Newt and Tina eventually have a little boy who is filled with shades of Theseus’ personality and mannerisms. He hugs his favorite blankets super intensely with fists clenched.

“That’s like my brother.” Newt’s eyes pinken with tears unshed.

He sits on the floor with his son. The little guy lays a blanket over Newt’s shoulders as a cape. He wraps his arms around his daddy’s neck and hangs on tight. Newt hugs him for as long as his son wants and needs. With intention set long ago, Newt is never the first to let go.

Their son leaves slurpy kisses on his daddy’s cheeks and runs off to gather more blankets for their play.

Tina runs her fingers through Newt’s hair then rests her hand on his shoulder. “He’s a hugger,” she says with knowing.

“Yep,” Newt answers simply, curling his fingers with hers. Saying any more than that would be too much and at the same time not enough.

[faratiano]

"How did you know?" Newt dared to ask. "I was going to say salamanders?"

Tina didn't move, but the gleam in her eyes changed into something warmer. Like she was reminiscing. Newt could see the gentle dance of fire from the fireplace reflected in her dark iris.

"Tina, did you know? Salamanders tend to glow like fire in dark water, i find it rather fascinating." The brunette mused, turning her head to Newt with a sweet smile. "You wrote that, remember?"

Newt was astounded, for Tina had recited the last sentence of one of his letters. Those letters he kept sending her though she'd never respond anymore. He'd been so desperate. Didn't spend a single day without wondering if those apologies he wrote are good enough. Wondering if he'd done something else than his harsh comment towards her occupation, which he'd finally know the answer right when Queenie showed him the magazine.

A bashful grin spread across Newt's face. "Ah, you've read that one?"

Tina chuckled. "Every single one of them."

The magizoologist felt his heart beating even faster. She'd read them all. The thought of it somehow made him happy.

"I didn't respond because i thought i shouldn't. With that news from those magazines." Tina continued. "Now i realize i should have."

All these misunderstandings has finally been cleared. Newt reached out his hand, gently holding hers. Their fingers intertwined. The fire before them has never felt warmer.

And so as their hearts.

[elisha-am]

“Queenie, are you listening to me?”

“Yes, Teenie, you are practically screaming in your head.”

“I mean listening to what I am saying! Not reading my mind !”

“It’s really hard not to when you are thinking so loud, sister.”

“I’m thinking because I am talking!”

“Then what’s the difference for me to just read your mind?!”

“Because I am not gonna say everything I think!”

“Oh,you mean like the part how you wished Newt would kiss you good night when he walked you back here last night?”

“That’s exactly what I mean!!! WAIT, NO! QUEENIE GOLDSTEIN YOU STOP THAT SMIRKING RIGHT NOW! I mean, you shouldn’t, that’s, ugh, Queenie, please, stop.”

“Oh Teenie, I am sorry, but I can’t help it ! You and Newt are just too adorable! And don’t you worry, he definitely wanted to kiss you, too, but he was just too shy.”

“I thought you have trouble with his accent?”

“Oh, yes. But I can understand Tina and kiss perfectly.”

[mrpercivalgraves-blog]

((AN: I thought these drabble requests would work well together so I’ve smushed them all into one. I’ve amped up the Goldgraves so the eventual fluff makes sense otherwise this is canon to the blog.)) 

“Now now...this isn’t too hard now is it? I hurt you and you tell me things but you could just...skip the pain and tell me everything I need to know. You know I will find out eventually” 

.....

“You would have loved to be with me at MACUSA today, your renegade auror, what’s her name again...Tina. She’s in trouble. She’s not going to get out of it. How does it feel knowing that you will never get to speak to her again. I’m tempted to keep you alive after this just so that you can suffer in a world without her.” 

.....

“She will pay for this....no....You will pay for this......CRUCIO!” 

.......

Percival Graves found himself slipping in and out of consciousness as he was transported away from Nurmengard, the worst of his wounds too big for the healers to deal with there and then. He saw glimpses, felt the pull of the floo network, of apparition, the pain of someone jostling against him. The stench of blood and sweat was overwhelming and he couldn’t stop the ringing in his ears. Until suddenly it was gone. 

He stirred slightly, shifting in the warm and soft bed, fresh sheets and a warm ray of sunlight streaming through the windows. He groaned a little at the pain, a large cut across his torso from one of Grindelwald’s attacks flaring up as he moved. 

Suddenly there was someone by his side, the smell of wool and ink hitting him before his eyes could open enough to see who it was. “Tina?” He questioned voice rougher than he could have imagined. 

“Percival!” He didn’t know he had ever heard her sound so relieved. He found himself being hugged, gently and in such a way to avoid the worst of the injuries. He raised a hand to gently pat her side, the effort too much to keep it there for long. “I was so scared I thought you had died.” 

He blinked at her, watching her concerned expression. “I had to survive...to see you.” He said, tone quiet as he looked at her, smiling for the first time in months. 

[newtinadreams-blog]

A tiny little fluff drabble to celebrate a new blog! Hello Newtina fandom ♥

The idea was when the fighting was all over and done in COG (whatever happens!) that Tina would get to meet all the beasts properly, without the stress of being on the run, and hand in hand with someone special. 

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“I don’t know Newt. We haven’t had the best of meetings. What if I offend one of them? Or - well, step on someones paw?”

What if they don’t like me? 

The words go unsaid between them, but they ring loud and clear in the way she rings long fingers, tries to brush her hair behind her ear as if her weakness would fall back along with it.

It wasn’t weakness, he doubted truly that Tina ever could be weak. After all he’d seen her do more than some men could begin to dream of.

They’d been through a lot together since she last visited his case. Perhaps their first meeting wasn’t quite on par with what one would hope. Perhaps the fault lay with both of them, or neither - all he knew was that when all was said and done Tina had looked to the erumpent with blatant fascination, and her terror fell from bodily harm to fear that she may not fit into their world at all.

Into his world. 

It was silly really, that he’d missed that. She had taken him as fumbling and he had taken her as foolish, in the end both surpassed all expectations, and in the end when all first impression faded away in the heat of the battle all that remained was them. 

The thing they don’t tell you at home, or anywhere - but that he learning now - is that first impressions are not the only impression to give and as his eyes flick away from hers, taking in a bitten lip and a mask of confidence to hide uncertainty he was sure that now was the perfect time to begin again.

A long time ago, if someone told him that his creatures would not be all that mattered in the world he would think them quite mad. Despite wishing for the best he’d really given up on more than his work and his pack. 

She’d changed that, her and Jacob. Theseus and Leta also. He went from being seemingly alone to have the most wonderful company and now he wanted those two worlds to finally meet properly.

After all, as he slips his fingers into hers and can only think on each time they’d run right for danger like that... they’d faced far worse.

“Don’t fret, really. They’re not as big as they seem and as I recall the last meeting you had with them ended rather well.” 

Her snort has him ducking his head, lips curling at the sound of muffled laughter. It was beautiful that laugh, and hearing it more and more with each passing day just solidified to him that coming back had always been the right choice.

“I arrested you, and we become wanted felons, then got tossed into a war.” 

Tina really does her best to sound stern, a habit he knew. But all that comes out is a wavering sound of fondness as he tugs her to the open case and towards a new future. 

It would probably have the odd bump along the road, but Tina truly was very good at this, at physicality and adapting. If anyone could handle a hundred eager creatures and a few good hours bonding it was her.

“Well, yes but...” 

Pausing at the lid of it Tina’s eyebrow raises, clearly fighting the blood raising on her cheeks as he squeezes their fingers and brings her hand up to press a kiss over his knuckles.

Despite might what people might believe Newt wasn’t quite as moronic as he seemed. He wasn’t the best at people, certainly. But Tina wasn’t just anyone, and they’d had a good time now to get familiar.

Mistakes fixed lead to stronger bonds after all. 

“It does mean we met.” 

The heat crawls to his own cheeks then after a beat of silence, glancing up to see a bright red face before surprisingly strong hand push at his shoulder. It isn’t meant to hurt, just something playful as she hooks an ankle over and hurries quickly down steps.

Clearly a bolt of bravery had come in her embarrassment, and he laughs breathless at the call thrown back to him.

“Stop trying to charm me and show me these beasts, Mister Scamander!” 

There’s a lightness to him as he follows, slipping into the darkness before emerging in the warm glow of the shack, seeing Tina halo’d by it and already in the sights of the young Nifflers about the room.

Taking it all in is almost peculiar, tomorrow still had a lot of uncertainties, they were at war and she would have to report back to the Ministry eventually. But for now he catches a pup from the air as it hurtles past on a spelled cork bottle, and walks to her with him cradled in arms.

Tina reaches for them with the same hands that protected so many, and as the little Erik chirps inquisitively at her small smile - Newt is sure that whatever lay in store, they could make it through for more moments like this. 

[dmitri-smerdyakov]

Hair - A Newt/Tina drabble

Tagging: @pinkdiamonddolphin (if you don’t want to be tagged anymore, let me know! It’s just a habit :3)

Truthfully, this is just a pointless little drabble I start LAST YEAR :O I forgot about it until I was clearing out my folder this evening. I haven’t edited it since last year, so there’s probably mistakes or cheesey stuff!

For those who follow my stories, this was written before any spoilers of the new film came out and when I gave Theseus a wife called Margaret (for reasons); in my usual fics she’s a fairly nice character, but originally Theseus and his wife were NOT going to be pleasant at all...

So, please, enjoy this drabble! :) It’s set after they’re engaged and before they’re married!

“You know what, I’m thinking of growing my hair out.”

Newt barely lifted his head from his work, quill scratching out a rough sketch of the newest beast they had discovered earlier today. “Mmm-hmm. And what brought you to that conclusion?”

Tina gave a small shrug. “It’s just a thought. Your sister-in-law suggested it.”

He tried not to wince at the idea of his brother’s wife giving his fiancée hair advice – he avoided his brother as much as he could, especially if he knew Margaret would be there. She put on a sweet and nice façade whenever his parents were around – but he knew that she disapproved of him and his ‘silly little beasts’. Anyone who thought of his creatures as ‘silly’ was not worth associating himself with, he decided.

“What prompted her to suggest it, I dare ask?”

“Well…she said it would look nicer,” Tina stated, raising an eyebrow to herself. “Apparently with my hair this short it’s not ‘feminine’. I was just wondering what you thought.”

Newt put down his quill and closed the notebook before looking at Tina rather seriously. “I don’t really have much of an opinion on your hair, to be honest. I’ve never thought about it. Just do what you like – even if Margaret disapproves.”

“You don’t like her,” Tina stated, and she laughed when he shook his head. “Truthfully? Neither do I. I overheard her calling me, ‘that American floozy’ in the bathroom with her friends – she said that I was, and I quote, ‘only there for the gold’.”

“What absolute rubbish,” Newt said, rather angrily. “How dare she? You know what, I feel that I should write a very strongly-worded letter to Theseus and tell him-”

“Don’t even bother,” She interrupted with a sigh. “It’s not worth the hassle. Believe me, I’m more than used to catty gossip – Ilvermorny was overrun with it.”

Newt leaned in closer to her, putting a hand on her knee somewhat shyly, and gave a sigh of his own. “You shouldn’t be made to feel like that in front of my family – you are my family now, you and the creatures in this case – and if they can’t accept that then they’re not worth our time.” He rested his head against hers, an action that whilst intimate was also strangely nice.

Tina just smiled back at him – and it was a lovely radiant smile that he so rarely saw from her outside of the case – and combed her fingers through his messy hair. “You know, I can’t wait to be married to you, Mr Scamander. You’re certainly something.”

Newt tried not to go pink at such lovely words and instead focused on pressing a kiss to the bare expanse of collar bone not covered by her pyjama shirt. “As for your hair…to be quite honest, Tina, I like it like this.”

“Oh really?” There was a teasing tone in her voice, warm and inviting. “And why’s that?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He mumbled against her skin, pulling back just a bit to fully gaze at her. “It was like this when we first met.”

It was so simple and yet so sweet that she felt her heart swell at his words.

“That,” Newt continued softly, leaning down again. “And I don’t have to worry about moving it out of the way to do this…”

With him touching her this way, the bane topic of hair was frankly the last thing on her mind.

[newts-fan-case]

Drabble

So, here´s a little something. I’m thinking of turning it to a series, what do you think? Is it good? Is it a no-no? Let me know!

Knock knock!

Newt’s case sounded while he tried to get out of the Goldstein sister’s flat. His thoughts ran to his daughter that was sleeping in the case gaining Queenie’s attention.

“Mr. Scamander, something you’d like to tell us, honey?” The woman’s eyes sparkled at the thought of meeting the little girl.

Newt sighed and carefully put his case down, Jacob and Tina were oblivious to the exchange while more knocks were heard from the case. Newt rapidly opened it and a little girl, apparently 5 years old, with messy brown hair and blue tired eyes came out.

“Hi poppet, did you slept well?” Newt said softly, scooping her up while Y/n rubbed her eyes and stifled a yawn. He smiled at the sight. The little girl nodded and shyly stuffed her face in the crook of Newt’s neck.

“Yes, Papa”

Everyone went silent viewing them and Newt awkwardly turned around to face the Goldstein sisters and Jacob.

Queenie smiled and said “Well, hi sweetie, are you hungry?”

Y/n looked at her and nodded slightly, Tina smiled warmly and continued settling the table.

Newt looked everywhere, his daughter wrapped her arms around his neck and he was just thinking on a good enough excuse  for leaving and look for his creatures when Queenie -quite literally- interrupted his thoughts.

“You can’t be thinking of leaving, Mr Scamander! I can tell this little sweet is quite hungry after her nap, and your creatures sure can wait, can’t they?”

Newt’s daughter turned red and once again hid her face. He looked at her and smiled resigned, thinking that his animals could wait until his favourite little beast was satisfied.

“Well then, poppet,” said Newt and started to walk to the table,  “this is Miss Tina and her sister, Miss Queenie, and the gentleman over there is Mr Kowalski” He pointed at everyone while naming them and the little girl smiled politely while getting the hair out of her eyes in that adorable way all little girls do. “This is Y/N, my daughter.” Newt said proudly.

[ilibra]

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Characters: Original Percival Graves, Tina Goldstein, Credence Barebone, Credence Barebone's Obscurus

Additional Tags: recovery fic, Hospitals, Graves recovering from his captivity, origami folding, paper animal army, Drabble, Tumblr Prompt

Summary:

Graves can't do much while he is recovering, tired of not being able to work and damned to do nothing but read. But then Tina brings him about origami folding and even if he thinks it's stupid at first, it helps him recover. He's soon surrounded by an army of paper animals until something strange happens.