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The Weather Outside Is Frightful...
(Theseus Scamander x Reader - Oneshot)
In honor of the holiday season, I have written something funny(ish)!
You (and your eggnog and bunny slippers) are enjoying a nice Winter night at home when a certain man from the Ministry decides to make a surprise appearance...
Read it here, on Ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/16993611
Some(body) To Love
(Credence Barebone x Reader - Oneshot)
There's you and there's the mirror, and everything is crashing down within you. And there's Credence, and there's love, and everything could be alright again.
Read it here, on Ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/16980864
Thank you so much to @littlemisscaptainfandom for this request! <3 xoxo
Hiya! Could I maybe get a credence x reader where the reader has really bad body confidence issues and he talks her downs from a panic? Maybe he walks in on her changing or they’re having a private moment? Love you boo xxx
Done and done, darling! <3 Love you (and your writing) too! Have a beautiful day. :)
The Machine by Miriam Michel
Please read my original short story that just got published in a literary magazine! :)
You And Me Against The World
(Percival Graves x Reader, Oneshot)
It's all over... And all you have left is your love. - You are left to comfort Percival Graves after the end of Fantastic Beasts 1, and you are both utterly broken.
Read it here, on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16967781
Brown Paper Bag
(Theseus Scamander x Reader)
You finally found the love that you thought you’d never have - and you found it in a paper bag.
Read the oneshot here, on my new Ao3 account!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16958877
:)
Something with Theseus maybe? I’ve loved him since seeing his interactions with Newt :’) Thank you!!
Of course!! :) Coming right up--and same!
Do you think we could have a one shot of reader and Credence's first kiss? Make is as fluffy as you'd like! :3 Thanks!
Of course! <3It’s not exactly fluffy, but I think it’s fitting with Credence’s character. :)
First Kiss
Credence Barebone x Reader Oneshot
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The mist swirled around his figure without touching him, as if even it could sense the pain and rage buried deep within his eyes. He stood alone in the middle of the sidewalk, a cold dark rock in the stream of passers-by that quickly averted their eyes from the dampened pamphlet held in his outstretched hand.
You watched him from your apartment, chin resting on your hand and brows furrowed. “Who are you?” You whispered to no-one, breath fogging the glass of the windowpane before you. He seemed so broken, but something drew you to him like a moth to the flame. “Who are you...”
Night fell and the streetlamps flickered on. He was gone, as if dissolved into the shadows and the rain that had begun to fall.
You had invited him into your apartment one afternoon that was eerily similar to the one on which you had first seen him. He had declined - tersely, as if he was afraid of something or someone. You persisted, every afternoon when he stood cold, ignored, and alone. Patterns of bruises shifted across his body like constellations in the night sky. Still he refused.
Until one day when he seemed so weak that you were honestly surprised he was still standing. “Come in,” you said.
He only nodded. A small, sharp nod. His eyes flicked around the street as if he were checking any alley or doorway someone could be hiding and watching from. You led him inside, frowning when he flinched away from the hand you put on his arm to guide him.
He was looking at you, staring at your face from across the room while you weren’t watching - but you could see in the reflection on the windowpane. His hands shifted in his lap, nervously. “Credence.”
He startled, swiftly shifting his gaze back down to his lap.
“You don’t have to be ashamed, you know,” you turned around in your chair to face him, “it’s normal - acceptable! To have feelings for someone, I mean.” You waited for him to look up and meet your eyes. “I... I know how you’re feeling right now. I feel it too.”
“I - I don’t know how.” His voice was quiet, almost inaudible.
“It’s alright.” You scooted your chair over so it was next to his. “I can teach you.”
Emotions danced and writhed across his face, conflicting.
“You won’t get caught, I promise.” You said.
He bit his lip, thinking. You could sense what he was thinking without him having to say it.
“I’m sure. Are you?”
“Yes.”
He didn’t look up until you placed your fingers under his chin and gently guided his face towards yours. “It’s easy. I put my face close to yours, like this,” you moved so your nose was brushing against his, “and then I tilt my head a little, and then...” You pressed your lips against his. It was brief, and awkward, but it felt as if the whole world had disappeared and it was just his mouth on yours.
He pulled away first, and a tear was gleaming in his eyes. “Thank you.”
It Just Feels Right
Newt Scamander x Male Reader ~ Oneshot, as requested by anon
- - -
Warm water caresses your bare skin, and it reminds you of the way that he used to hold you when he first met you. Letting your head rest against the edge of the bathtub, you close your eyes and remember.
He had run into you (literally) when both of you were first years. Neither of you were the most popular, so you quickly became fast friends. The moment you set eyes on him you knew that you were going to fall for him. Unfortunately there was competition - Leta Lestrange. To top it all off, you didn’t even know if he was interested in other men. And you weren’t going to take a chance and wreck the close relationship you had with him as a friend.
After Hogwarts you fell out of touch with Newt. For all you knew he had ended up marrying Leta. Eventually your path led you into the Dark Arts. You couldn’t bring yourself to use it for ‘evil’, but you definitely found it more effective and interesting than the more… Legal magic. Of course it didn’t take long for the Ministry to find out about this, and so you were brought to only a few months ago - hiding out somewhere in Wales. You finally broke down and wrote to Newt, the only contact you had left that you felt you could trust. Honestly you hadn’t expected a letter back; it shocked you when you received a rather bedraggled owl in return, bearing an offer for you to join him in New York. After reading it you had sunk to the ground, clutching the tattered paper to your chest. Your heart fluttered, and you struggled to remind yourself that he didn’t think of you as anything except a friend. The fact that he invited you to stay with him meant nothing more than that he was as kind as he had always been. What an amazing soul he always had…
And so you were here. After all this time… You realized that you were smiling. Shaking yourself out of your reminiscence, you couldn’t stop yourself from startling when you heard the door of the small apartment creaking open.
“Newt, is that you?” You hurriedly clambered out of the tub, wrapping a bathrobe around yourself.
There wasn’t any response, but you could hear someone sinking down onto the small couch across from the door.
“Hey, is something wrong?” You frowned, seeing Newt looking smaller than you had ever seen him, his head buried in his hands. Making your way over and sitting beside him you wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer.
He sighed deeply. “N-no, I’m just… I…”
“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it unless you don’t want to. Should I call Tina and tell her not to come over this afternoon?”
“She’s already on the way, it’s over. I mean, there’s no point. It’s fine.” He waved a hand dismissively.
“You don’t sound like yourself, Newt. I’m worried about you.” You said bluntly. “If there’s something bothering you, you can tell me. You can tell me anything.” I love you. You choked the thought back. It just felt so natural to say. But you couldn’t.
He turned his face to look at you, and his eyes seemed to burn. A light flush rested across his cheeks, and his gaze met yours with an intensity you weren’t prepared for. You’d never seen him like this - usually he was more timid, almost awkward in social situations. Your breath left your body in a sharp exhale. You were so close to him… Your breathing ruffled his messy bangs ever so slightly. You couldn’t look away.
Newt leaned in closer. “Listen, I - I don’t know if you feel the same, so. I’m just gonna do it. I’ve thought about it for a, for a long time now.”
All you could do was nod, and close your eyes. A warmth seemed to fill your body, and your heart felt like it was on fire. “Yes…”
His lips met yours. They were soft, chapped ever so slightly. The kiss was awkward, and you could feel the nervousness and tension radiating off of him. He’s never done this before, the thought occurred to you, and you had to stop yourself from moaning.
Pulling back only for a moment to take a breath, you dove in again. Leading the kiss, you drew him in against your bare chest - the bathrobe falling open. Reaching up and tangling your fingers in his hair, you relished the feeling of his body completely pliable beneath your hands. There was no sense of time passing, there was only the smell, the feel, the reality of Newt in your arms. And he was kissing you back.
The door of the apartment opened so silently (for once) that neither of you noticed until you heard Tina’s soft gasp. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I’ll just be going now!” She hurriedly backed out, shock battling with a look of knowing in her eyes.
You let your eyes slide shut again, resting your forehead against Newt’s. He had looked more embarrassed than he had ever in his entire life, but what did it matter?
“I never thought I’d say this, but I think. I think I love you.” Newt said quietly.
Your heart leaped. “I love you too.” And you were finally content. The world will just have to deal with it.
^^ you're legit the first writer I've ever found who's writing I genuinely adore and has YOUR ASKS OPEN HOLY FU- Well, something to note is I'm... Really really gay for Newt... And I've only ever found x female readers on the internet... So I was wondering... If you could do Newt x Male wizard reader. They've been friends since Hogwarts, and Newt offers reader to take him to america because he's ( reader) studying dark arts stuff. Not to use it for killing. Tina and friends just go "welp then.."
Wow, thank you so much!!! I’m sorry it’s taken me literally forever to get back to writing, but y’know... College. Lol Anyhoo, here it is! I hope you like it, and my writing style hasn’t changed (or gotten worse) too awfully much. <3
Return
Newt Scamander x Reader ~ Drabble.
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“It’s been a while.” You said, breaking the silence.
“It has.” He smiled nervously but his eyes were serious.
“I - I almost thought I’d never see you again,” you reached out and tentatively touched his arm, “How long has it been?” The city bustled on outside of the musty bookstore you had ducked into to escape the rain.
“Long enough.” An incredulous smile was spreading across his face, and he placed his hand on top of yours. He looked down. “Come back to my place?”
Blue
His eyes were blue, with a hint of brown (or was it green?) around the edges when he laughed, or when the glow of the setting sun reflected off of them at just the right angle. Sometimes when he was working on his book you would just sit and watch him, a puzzle lying forgotten on the table in front of you. Most of the time you watched his eyes. They had a look of concentration and determination in them that you admired, his dedication to the creatures he loved evident in even the way he tapped his pencil against his lip when he thought. But his eyes were what drew you in the most. They were strong, independent, tranquil, calm, fresh, and serene. You weren't sure how someone's eyes could be all of these things, or why you seemed to not be able to stop writing poems about them, but they just were. His eyes were cheerful when he was with you, practically sparkling whenever he found something new to share with you, or when you told him about your day. He always listened to what you had to say, comforting you when things went wrong, or celebrating with you when you were on top of the world. When he looked at you across the table at dinner, obviously about to try and say something to you despite his mouth full of food, his eyes were refreshing. His excitement was contagious, and you somehow always found yourself disregarding his bad manners. When he kissed you goodnight his eyes were rejuvenating, a cool glass of water for your soul. One thing his eyes always were was reflective, and intelligent. No matter how childish he could seem, you knew that he had seen things that you couldn't even imagine in your worst nightmares. When you traced his scars, you could see stories of love in his eyes that were unfathomable. His eyes were blue.
in other news today i found out that eddie redmayne has a degree in art history and for his diploma he wrote a 12k words analysis of a picture that’s basically a blue square on a black background; the thing was it was a very unique shade of blue, actually used there for the first time ever; however, being colorblind, i quote, he had no idea what the colour was but well, it looked very pretty to him
and somehow i find this very uplifting i mean if you can pull sth like that off, write a 12k words thesis on a colour you don’t even recognize properly, anything is possible and this is the story of how eddie redmayne officially became my saint patron of high level academic bullshitting
the way ur masterlist is written is hilarious. "yer an obscural reader' made me laugh so hard
Lol, I'm glad-
Hello! Just wanted to pop by to say I love your work and I hope you're having a nice day! ❤️
Aw, thank you so much!!! I hope you are having a wonderful day/night as well.
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Send this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile! （＾ω＾）❤️
Aw, thank you love! <3
