#fbweek2020

[katisfania]

Day 2: Modern AU

¡Tina and Queenie are excited and nervous by their blind date!

The boys are nervous too, they didn't think that their dates would be that attractive

[eveneechan]

Day 5 #FBWeek2020: Welcoming Baby

Got inspired from iconic Ezra, Alison, Katherine, and Eddie's photo and redrawing it as FB characters: Credence and Queenie welcoming Newtina's baby

Thanks @/bungkusleiss for the idea xD

[themysteriousphoenix]

A Different Path

“Tina, what are you doing?” Jacob asked as soon as Newt had disappeared down the ladder into his case. “You’ve barely said two words to the guy since we found you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tina said huffily as she pulled at the knot holding her dark coat closed against her body. She was so hot, she needed freedom, she needed air. She tugged, finally pulling the knot free, and peeled the heavy leather from her arms as blessedly cool air kissed the dampness beneath. She sighed heavily, placing the coat over the arm of the only chair left that had not been claimed by the lifeless form of Yusuf Kama.

“Tina…” Jacob trailed off, one eyebrow raised in defiance to her coolness. She knew what he was trying to talk about, and as much as she liked Jacob, he wasn’t the one she was going to spill her heart to. He didn’t have to know about the way Newt had cast her aside after leading her on through truly...marvelous letters.

She shook her head. No Tina, she thought as she glanced down at the open lid of the case. What was done was done, no amount of prodding from Jacob would get her to forgive Newt for all the pain he had caused.

“What’s got you so upset, Tina? He came here just to find--”

“I don’t really care why he’s here, Jacob.” Tina interrupted, her hands finding purchase on her hips as she looked across the room at the man who she wanted to call a friend. His very existence had caused a rift between her sister and herself. She turned away from him, pretending to look down at Kama. One hand smoothed over her hair in frustration, resting at the back of her head as she looked down, not seeing what was before her.

It’s not Jacob’s fault.

She knew that. As much as she wanted to place blame on him, as much as he was the easy scapegoat, it wasn’t his fault. Her sister loved him and he loved her. Tina knew that, but she knew that her belief in the law and her sister’s headstrong personality had finally reached that point of no return. It was them together or apart. There was no compromise, at least there hadn’t been then. Months later, Tina knew better and she blamed herself for the rift between them every day. Queenie had hurt her too, though. So much.

You’re just jealous. At least my guy wants to be with me.

Tina closed her eyes as Jacob started speaking again, the sound reaching her ears but not quite reaching her thoughts. That one hurtful line from Queenie had sealed their fate, had separated them when Tina had stormed out of the apartment, and had made her even angrier at Newt. He tossed her to the side and then she was jealous. She knew that she had been, the unrelenting clench in her stomach when she had found Queenie and Jacob that night had been only half about the law. She was scared for her sister, for the man that she would otherwise love to call her brother-in-law in different circumstances...but she was just as jealous that Queenie’s fella was there in their living room and her own was miles across the sea, engaged to his childhood sweetheart. It had stung severely.

“Tina...Tina.”

“What?” Tina started, her eyes swinging around to meet Jacobs where he leaned against the doorframe.

“I asked why you’re so mad at him.”

Tina pursed her lips and looked away again, this time with purpose. “It doesn’t matter, Jacob,” she said shortly. She reached down into her coat pocket, rooting around until she found the small black book. She was looking for something to do with her hands, anything that could occupy her mind. Her fingers closed around the book just as a faint roar issued from the open case across the room. Tina stilled and turned around to look at it, the book clutched tightly in her hand. Jacob looked down, unphased, then back up at Tina who was looking wide-eyed at the case.

“I just think that if a fella comes all the way from another country to find his girl, it might mean something.” Jacob looked pointedly at Tina who scoffed and tore her eyes away from the case. She dropped into the chair, slamming the book too hard onto her knee.

“I’m not his girl.”

Jacob snorted and Tina glanced up at him, annoyed. “What are you laughing at?”

“You are,” he said chuckling, “you have no idea what he went through to get here.”

“I’m not. I won’t ever be, and I really don’t appreciate you waltzing in here and throwing all of this in my face again. First Queenie and now you, and I’m sick of it.” Tina flung the book open, hearing the rip of a page. She slowed her movements and ran her finger over the rip, smoothing it out, “He’s made his choice, and it wasn’t me.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Jacob said, his hands out in front of him in a sign of peace as he pushed himself off the doorframe and began walking toward her. Another roar and a distant thump issued from the case on the floor, but both occupants of the room ignored it. “What’re you talking about, Teen?”

“Oh, come off it, Jacob. I know he's probably bragged all about it by now.” She flipped pages absently, finding her way to the naturally creased pages of the twentieth prophecy. She could see the words in front of her, swimming in her vision, memorized weeks ago.

"A son cruelly banished

Despair of the daughter

Return, great avenger

With wings from the water."

Jacob laughed again. “What on Earth would Newt possibly be bragging about? I don’t know that the guy has ever bragged about a single thing in his whole life.”

Tina slammed the book shut and leaned back in the chair, crossing her arms. “His engagement! Mercy Lewis, Jacob…”

Jacob looked at her, stunned. His hand slowly rose to run through his slicked hair, displacing the strands at the back of his head. “My God...he…you…” His eyes widened as he looked at her, his arms loosely falling to his sides. “No wonder you twos stopped writin’ to each other. He’s not…”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore, Jacob.” Tina closed her eyes tightly, her fingers gripping tightly to the book in her lap.

“You guys need to talk.”

“No, Jacob. Now please, leave me alone. Please. This is hard enough.”

“No, Tina...you two really need to talk.” He was smiling. Why on earth was he smiling right now?

“Jacob, no.”

“Alright. Suit yourself.” Jacob said in a clipped voice, wandering off toward the kitchen. He looked back once over his shoulder before slipping through the dark doorway. She could hear cupboards creaking open and slamming shut mixing with the dull roars coming from the case. Tina closed her eyes tightly and rubbed her temples. She stood and paced across the room, then back to the chair. She turned to listen to the roars from the case, her heart clenching in her chest as she looked at the various drawings and baggage tickets from his travels. He’d even kept the New York ticket. Tina rolled her eyes and began her pacing again.

I should just leave. Run away from here and never look back.

The plan in her head sounded perfect, but there was one very large problem, and he was laying across the chaise lounge. She needed to figure out what was wrong with Mr. Kama, take him into the Ministry, and she needed to figure out what to do quickly. Her whole body was tense and she wanted to leave as soon as possible.

She was frustrated, mad, and hurt. Seeing Newt again had awakened something that she had pushed down deep inside of her for months, since she had tossed that final letter from him into the box beneath her bed, the tears streaming down her face as she thought of Leta’s hand on his arm, the sparkling ring on her hand announcing to the world that he had chosen his childhood love. Not Tina, never Tina. He had moved on, he had never felt anything, and she had wasted months of her life and given her heart to a man who didn’t appreciate or even want it.

But that moment in the sewer, she had seen him and she forgot everything, just for a moment. Tina had forgotten the intensity of his eyes when they connected with her own. His look had nearly broken her as she came down off of the initial shock of seeing him in Paris. He had looked pleased to see her, but she had wanted to hit him, shove him, touch him, kiss him…

No, Tina.

He wasn’t hers. He never would be.

She straightened up, perching on the edge of the chair. Her stomach muscles were tensed to the point of pain, and she bit her lip, hard, as she flipped her book open again. She wasn’t seeing the words, though she could recite every last syllable on the page. Her eyes traveled to Kama once again as her brain tried to think up a way, any way, to wake him.

She continued to pretend to read, though her eyes shifted toward the case when Jacob came around the corner, his walk showing purpose. He squeezed between the edge of the case and the staircase, making his way to the living area where Tina was sitting. Her eyes looked down, trained on the words as Jacob doubled back toward the case.

“Hey, Newt! Buddy, uh...Tina’s up here and she’s all by her lonesome…”

Tina’s eyes snapped up as she rounded to look at Jacob’s back where he leaned over the case.

Damn it, Jacob!

“...and maybe you want to come up and keep her company?”

Tina looked back at her book, the nerves sending her body into fight or flight mode. She bit her bottom lip, hard, and she tasted the metallic swirl of blood as she closed her eyes. Jacob was still yelling down into Newt’s case. His world.

Maybe he could help her. Maybe he had a creature that could help. Newt always knew how to handle these situations. Then, she could leave.

Okay, wake Kama and leave. Then you’ll never have to see him again.

Tina turned to look at the case as Newt ascended, his rough, scarred hands resting on the lip of the battered leather box that held his whole life’s work. She felt her eyes widen and her jaw slacken as she watched him.

Business, Goldstein. Get what you need from him and leave. He doesn’t love you. No more of this.

Tina took a deep breath and stood up, closing her book with an audible snap. Newt had been talking and she waited for him to finish. As hurt as she was, she still loved his voice. The way his vowels rolled off his tongue still made her want to smile. She had to push that aside, though.

Enough, now.

“Mr. Scamander, do you have anything in your case that might help revive this man?”

[lizzyqetty]

This is so Newt and Tina

[katelittlekitten]

now all I hear is the wind

there’s a storm coming through

did I misplace and forsake my love

now that I gave it to you?

- First Aid Kit, Rebel Heart

[albinokittens300]

FBWeek 2020, Day 2-  Era AU/Corssover!

Pairring: Newtina, rated K

Synopsis: Everlark/Newtina Crossover. Tina breaks her ankle and Newt visits her everyday.

A/N- So, yea. I got egged into joining late! Heres the thing about this day though? AU and Crossovers are very weird for me? Never really know how far to go XD. This IS an Everlark or THG AU, in spirit I guess? This basically took all inspiration from a scene in Catching Fire when Katniss hurts her ankle and Peeta visits/helps her during the weeks she heals. 

There a lot of plot holes...but just enjoy the sweetness! I’m getting a backlog of the rest of the week written today, so there is defiantly more to come!

She was appreciative to Newt for helping her while she recovered from her stupid injury, but it was a blow to any pride she had that he had to carry her around in the first place. Despite how humiliating it feels to be carried around like a child, it meant she could be back to work in a few short days. And didn’t have to spend the time in her bed- which might drive her crazier, if that was possible.

Didn’t change her pout as Newt carefully lifted her from the bed before carrying her to the living room. Settling her on the couch to get breakfast.

Just as she settles for rifling through her files, Newt brings her some biscuits and tea. Eagerly she digs into them. It had fast become a favorite treat of hers, especially when Newt made them fresh. Something he had been doing every day while she recovered, meaning they shared some every morning.

Newt pulls out his sketching pad, much like he also had been doing the last few days.

“What are you drawing today?” She asks. Remembering his inked drawing of the niffler from yesterday.

“A Hippogriff. I’ve yet to be able to do one I’m satisfied with, try as I might.” He explains. Nodding, Tina sits up as best her elevated, broken ankle will allow. Watching him sketch from over his shoulder.

This, she was reluctant to admit, was becoming a vastly enjoyable habit. One she didn’t know if she should stop or continue, provided Newt didn’t seem bothered by it. What it was about the delicate movements of his hands that captivated her, Tina didn’t understand. Or perhaps it was the way the light shined on his reddish eyelashes that made them look like gold.

Either way, she wasted hours like this, watching him. Even helping him at times when he’d ask her opinion or thoughts on writing a particular paragraph for his second edition of Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them.

And when the mediwitch came and cleared her for walking and a gradual return to regular activity, it felt too soon.

[scamanderishredmayniac]

#FBWeek2020: Day 3, free theme! Letter from home!!

A/N: Ok sorry these are coming late, but as I’ve said I lost someone very close to me during the week of this contest, so I will be doing these slowly when I can.  Anyway as it was National letter writing day yesterday, I thought this would be fun to post.  Again this was already in my drafts half done, as I was planning to use it in my work in progress at some point.  So I thought I’d  add more bits to it and sort of use this for the contest.  I hope you like it.  I was thinking of doing a different letter, with Newt responding to Theseus based on the prop for Fantastic Beasts that MinaLima made for Crimes of Grindelwald.  But thought I won’t finish that one in time as I’d have to start from scratch and I wanted to post it as close to National letter writing day as possible.  Lol! As always likes and comments appreciated.  I am tagging @eveneechan since my tags never seem to come up on the dash.  Enjoy!!

Tina woke to the sun streaming in through the window, the light dazzling her eyes as she fought to open them.  She’d forgotten to close the curtains last night, and had fallen asleep in her clothes. As she finally opened her eyes, and turns to the beside table, she notices a white envelope leaning against the lampshade.  With a slight frown, Tina pushed herself to her elbows and stared at the offending object waiting for her attention.  The owl had come after they’d arrived at the house last night, but the journey had been long and she had been too tired to open it then.  But there was no excuse to ignore it now; she had no choice but to read it. She gingerly reached out and touched the envelope and hesitated for just a second before gently bringing the letter closer.  

 She traced the curves of the letters to her name, her heart hammering in her chest. She’d seen the handwriting before, on some official letters at work.  She’d had a fair idea who it could be from.  She secretly hoped she was wrong, that it hadn’t been him writing to her, she didn’t want to know what he had to say.  Surely it couldn’t be good.  With trembling hands she turned the envelope and slowly broke the seal. She took out the letter and began to read with trepidation.  She didn’t think she could take seeing Queenie’s betrayal and the loss of her sister written in black and white.  Not in a letter, and certainly not from him. ‘What would he be thinking?’ Not that she cared what he thought, but she didn’t want the world seeing her sister as some villainous traitor.  And that included him.

 Dear Tina,

           We heard what happened in Paris, and I am deeply sorry how things turned out. It must have been hard seeing your sister betray you in such a way, turning to the wrong side and jeopardizing your career like that.  Knowing that you are an Auror and putting you in a position where people are now questioning you and your own loyalties. I know how close the two of you were, but I don’t believe for one moment that you would be working in cohorts with her as spy. That is what the talk is in the office, people are wondering weather they can trust you or not.  Weather you will be passing on our plans to her. They’re even wondering if Queenie had been working with Grindelwald for some time now, while he had been posing as Graves.

 I know these are not words you want to hear, but I’d rather you hear it from someone who trusts you, who believes you, and doesn’t think the worst of you.  It would be harsher coming from those who do not trust you.  I do not want you to have to deal with anything too harsh, and would rather the news be given in gentler tones than they would give.

 I wish you were here, close to me so I could comfort and hold you.  To ease the pain of losing your sister.  Please tell me where you are, I miss you and want you here with me.  Whatever you are feeling, or going through, we can get through it together Tina. Please come home.

 Tolliver Achilles.

 Grabbing the nearest thing she could find, she hurled it across the room with a splintering crash, as it hit the opposite wall.  Breaking to tiny pieces, before hitting the ground.  ‘How had things gotten so bad? How could Queenie do this to her?’  And the tears began to flow.  Sudden noises of footsteps and shouting brought her back to the present.

 “Tina? Tina?” She heard Newt’s voice call slowly getting closer till he was outside her door.   There was a knocking before he and the others had entered to see what had happened.

 “I’m so sorry,” she panted breathing heavily from the excursion of hurling the glass ornament.  “I’ll fix that, I didn’t meant to break it.”

 “It’s quite alright. It wasn’t anything much valuable.”  Theseus said waving his wand as pieces of coloured glass began to glue themselves back together in the air. 

“Are you alright?” Newt asked coming further into the room brandishing his wand.  He stood in the middle of the room, taking in his surroundings turning full circle, searching for an intruder or anything that could have been a threat.

“I’m fine,” Tina reassured the group.

“What happened?”  Jacob asked with a frown. 

“It was nothing, I was just thinking of...” She let her words fall away lingering in the air, she couldn’t say it.  Couldn’t say her own sister’s name. “How could she do this to us?”  She scowled at the floor, the betrayal so fresh after being mentioned.  She’d tried so hard to convince everyone of her lie, that she had begun to think it true forgetting the real reason she’d been so frustrated.  Just for a short time she had forgotten Tolliver’s letter, til Newt’s voice broke into her thoughts.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”  She felt his presence slightly getting closer.  He’d stopped a few paces away, afraid perhaps to go any further, not daring to invade her space.  She wondered what it would be like to feel him close to her, to have him stand in front of her while comforting her.  Would he brush her hair lightly with his fingers, the way he’d done at the docks? ‘And Tolliver?’   A voice whispered in her ear, reminding her of the letter.  She stiffened slightly with the memory and tried to think where she had left the letter, ‘was it in plain sight?’ She couldn’t remember, and hoped they hadn’t noticed.

“Tina?”  She heard him ask again.

“I’m sorry, yes, yes I’m fine.  I, it’s just, I miss her is all.”  She sighed, unsure of what to say. 

“Yeah I miss her too.”  Jacob said coming further into the room to stand beside her. 

“We’ll find her Tina, and bring her back.” Newt reassured her.

“Yeah I know, I’m fine, really I’m fine.  It’s ok.” 

“Well if things are quite alright here and you’re ok, I’d like to go down and sort breakfast if that’s alright.  I’ll see you all downstairs.”  Theseus said from the doorway and left the room. 

“You are sure you’re alright aren’t you? You’ll tell us if you weren’t? I don’t want you hiding things from us Tina, we’re all in this together.  We’ll get her back you’ll see.” Newt said directing his words to the floor.  She could see he wanted to help, unsure of how best to comfort her.  He was afraid she thought of saying the wrong thing. 

“I know we’ll find her together and I’m glad I have you both to help.  Listen Theseus is getting breakfast ready, perhaps we should make ourselves presentable and head downstairs.”  She blushed now realising she was still in the clothes from the day before, looking rumpled and creased.  She felt conscious of her hair and thought she must look a mess. 

“Oh, oh of course.” 

“yeah sure,”  both men quickly striding to the door to leave.

Once alone Tina quickly grabbed the letter from her bed, where it had fallen when she’d hurled the ornament and opened a drawer and quickly pushed it in; not caring weather it got creased or ripped in the process.  She’d respond to the letter later when she had the chance, but right now she hoped the letter would go undiscovered by her house mates.   

[eveneechan]

Fantastic Beasts Week 2020 Fan Event (November 16th-22nd)

We're so happy to announce that FB Week event to celebrate anniversary of Fantastic Beasts is back! Thanks to your love and enthusiasm for last year :D

We will do it a little differently this time so please read these carefully!

I. How to Join

II. Themes

If you have any question, please don't by shy and ask the host @eveneechan, @leeklane, @bungkusleis (we are available at tumblr, twitter, instagram)

Thank you!! Good luck and have fun everyone!!