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sorry i haven't been as active as i'd like to be on here, but i'm starting two other side blogs @sleepy-marinette which is a ladybug fic/fanart blog and @lovely-beka which will eventually evolve into a blog for my loves yurio and otabek. if you're interested you can check them out! there is like nothing posted bc i don't have wifi and i'm basically out of data yike but i promise ill update my newt fic soon xoxox
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002) dir. Chris Columbus
33.
‘my mum always said things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end.’
- luna lovegood
happy 20th anniversary :’)
Can we just talk about how much of a shame it is we didn’t get to see the scene Eddie worked so hard for?! Truly a loss! *quietly crying*
My favorite cinnamon roll is actually a badassmotherfucker! I do actually want to write a fic about this although I’m unsure of my capabilities as of yet
I was thinking Newt helps the Aurors apprehend a trafficking ring but gets hurt in the process saving Graves from a surprise knife attack (because no one would think to bring a knife to a wand-fight? idk man). Panicking, Graves demans Newt take off his shirt to be treated despite the protests from a very self-conscious magizoologist because Mr.Graves, I am perfectly fine, it was just a nick really. You needn’t fret over this! AND BAM. UNDERNEATH THAT FRAIL EXTERIOR IS A HARDENED BADASS WITH SCARS LITTERING HIS BEAUTIFULLY FRECKLED SKIN. Cue all the aurors just dropping their jaw like Dayuuum
i jUSt friggin choked on air holy guacamole
maybe [ch. 3] (newt scamander x reader)
chapters: 1 2 3
click here for masterlist
maybe [chapter 3]
Music melts at her fingertips as she carefully removes them from Newt’s shoulders, leaving as gently as they came, and returning just as softly as she spun back, cheeks glowing and eyes sparkling.
Newt ducks his head slightly, trying to recall the last time he danced with someone. More specifically, when he danced with someone longer than just one song.
But the music lulls and rises about them. Besides, she doesn’t mind when he fumbles, or when he’s too concentrated to make conversation.
It was like the whole room was dipped in gold as the lazy warm light from the chandeliers reflects in the mirrors, spilling across the onset of dancers, illuminating in gentle brilliance.
He focuses on his steps, head dipped as he carefully places his feet, some sort of uncertain grace befalling him momentarily as the pair move together.
Piano rises above the crowd, raining gently upon the circulating crowd as the song slowly fades into the quiet roar of polite conversations.
He feels the warmth of her hands leave his. The memory of the song drifts through the crowd before he realizes it's over. A man in a smart tuxedo comes to the microphone, voice crackling as he thanks everyone for coming.
Newt ducks his head, blinks, fidgets with the edge of his vest.
She looks up at him, catching his eyes with hers, “Thank you, Newt,” She tells him, nervously tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, “I had fun.”
A smile flickers across his features as he looks at the ground. He nods quickly, the edges of his lips quirking, his cheeks dusted pink, “M-Me too.” He agrees, surprising her again with the lowness of his voice, accent heavier than she remembers, gravely but gentle.
He wants to ask her to come with him to the Blind Pig, but he’s far too timid to formulate the right words, so instead, he holds out his arm to escort her from the dance floor.
She takes his arm, smiling down at her shoes.
They weave through the stumbling mass of people, eventually finding solstice in a quiet corner as they wait to find Queenie and Jacob again.
“Thank you for putting up with my terrible dancing,” He says, head ducked, smiling, blinking nervously.
She laughs softly, cheeks glowing. She meets his eyes, holds his gaze, “It’s been really nice meeting you.”
He ducks his head, a mass of curly mouse brown hair hiding his pink cheeks, “Likewise.”
♡
p4 coming out soon!
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going on a little trip with my mum for two days; i’ll be back soon w more updates!
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Can I request Newt interacting with a (possibly) mutant reader whose been injured terribly? The mutation being winged, and being able to fly with the giant wings (I only ask about mutation by chance bec I feel it would be more interesting I guess??)
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I absolutely love how you write newt so much you're twisting my heart up 😭💘
omg thank you so much aAAA
newt: ok pickett time to go back on your tree
pickett: oK pIckEtT tiMe tO gO bAck oN yoUR treE
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Queenie
maybe [ch. 2] (newt scamander x reader)
chapters: 1 2 3
click here for masterlist
maybe [chapter 2]
Newt awkwardly shifts, hand fumbling to her waist. She smiles slightly, reassurance on her lips as she gently places her hand on his shoulder.
Delicate and unsure, the pair begins to dance.
“I must warn you,” Newt says, head bowed slightly, eyes flicking to hers momentarily, “I’m quite a terrible dancer.” He’s so utterly completely serious that it makes her begin to laugh. Clear and soft and unexpected, it makes the tips of Newt’s ears flush pink.
“I don’t mind.” She tells him, laughter echoing behind her eyes as she attempts to subtly steer them in the correct direction.
He smiles, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement dust his cheeks, and tries not to think about the warmth of her hand in his. It’s been a while since he’s danced with someone and he’s quite sure that he’s going to make a fool of himself.
The pair waltzes, in a fashion less than graceful. He’s careful and reserved, focus fogging his features, and she’s laughing, eyes twinkling, cheeks glowing, unaware of the onlookers. The music wafts about the two, in a muted wave of saxophones and piano.
“I’m that bad, aren’t I?” Newt says, voice soft and gravelly and warm. His eyes catch hers and in just that fleeting moment she notices a playful flicker glinting across his hazy green eyes.
She smiles at him. The kind of smile that causes the edges of her eyes to crinkle, “No, not at all,” She shakes her head slightly, light refracting through her diamond earrings, making little rainbows bloom across her jaw, “I dare say this is the most fun I’ve had waltzing, Mr. Scamander.”
He blinks a few times, ducking his head, a smile blinking across his face. His cheeks paint themselves rose and he nervously bites the inside of his lip.
Newt looks back up at her again, a blur of freckles and a flickering smile, bowing his head slightly as he speaks, “T-Thank you,” He averts his attention to something beyond her right shoulder, “And please,” He says, eyes meeting hers momentarily, “Call me Newt.”
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aw i couldn't help but smile writing this part, even though its short, i could picture the scene in my mind. hope it translated ;u;
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maybe [ch. 1] (newt scamander x reader)
chapters: 1 2 3
x notes: each segment of this series is going to be short so i can update the story more often and (hopefully) keep a few of you engaged ;u;
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Sunlight swirls into sparkling glasses, sinks into champagne, paints passerby's gold. Jazz music clouds the air; couples spin and spiral across the shining floor, heels clicking, cheeks pink, faces grinning.
Y/N leans against the wall, embellished gold columns reaching across skyscraping cream, mind elsewhere as she gazes up- mesmerized by the winking chandelier. She takes a lazy sip of her champagne, savoring the bubbles on her tongue as she shifts her attention to the dancing couples. Watches the ladies’ dresses as they bloom into crystal sewn flowers.
The last of the evening sunlight pours itself across her collar bones, outlines the edges of her hair, illuminates her delicate necklace and skims across her gown. She takes no notice though, entranced with every turn, every spin, dip, and waltz. A familiar voice steals her attention.
“Y/N,” Queenie says, looking unfairly beautiful in her peach-colored gown, “There’s someone we’d like to introduce to you.” She grins, Jacob on her arm as she leads Y/N across the room.
The music swells as Queenie reaches out to tap a man on the shoulder.
“Oh, sorry-,” The man says as he hastily turns around, “Queenie, hi, I- um, sorry I seemed to have lost you both before.”
“It’s fine sugar!” She smiles reassuringly, “Newt, this is my old friend Y/N, moved here not too long ago from upstate.”
The man eyes flick from the floor to some place behind Y/N, briefly to her eyes, then back down. He puts his hand out in front of him, nervously clenching and unclenching his jaw.
Y/N smiles slightly, confusion mixed with curiosity as she shakes his hand. “Y/N L/N,” She says, attempting to meet his darting eyes.
“Newt, uh, Newt Scamander,” He says, head ducked still. He looks up momentarily and Y/N is overwhelmed with freckles and the gentleness of his foggy green eyes. Newt blinks and awkwardly lets go of her hand, turning to whisper something to Queenie, “Is she, by chance, well, um-”
“Yes,” Queenie laughs, “She went to Ilvermorny with me.”
Newt nods, a smile flickering from his cheeks as he nods sharply, awkwardly. He contemplates asking her house but it dissolves at the end of his tongue, instead, he tries, “W-Well, uh,” Queenie gives Newt a look, he ducks his head slightly and continues, “Would you, well, ahem, like to dance?”
Y/N’s cheeks flush in surprise, but she nods nonetheless, carefully placing her hand in his, “I’d love to, thank you.” She says politely, a small smile pulling at the edge of her lips.
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p2 comes out tomorrow :o
masterlist // request a fic
[its been a while since ive written a fic ;u; hope its going alrighthdhdhdfhfhg]
I'm not sure if you did already but if not could you please write an I Saw You Once part 2? I really loved part 1 and a continuation of it would be just wonderful.
thank you so much! i’ll add that to the list
read i saw you once p1 here
Niffler. Do you like chocolate coins?
whats a chocolate
Omg I absolutely love your imagines! I've cried sm over them and I just can't they're so amazing! Can I request and super angsty imagine where Newt rejects the reader (who is his assistant and best friend) when she confesses to loving him in favor of Tina so she leaves and then Tina breaks up with Newt so he tries to go back to the reader but she's moved on? It doesn't have to follow this exactly but just needs ANGST.
yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes
story update!!
next imagine/story i put out is going to be the first chapter of a slow burn series! wooo!
Its just the beginning….
wow now my skin is clear and i have a 4.9 gpa
