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If Killian has a child, he can’t help with nappies.

“Off the hook.”

“Not drunk enough for this.”

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He raised his eyebrow up at the other woman, he certainly wasn’t going to not let her. But she was quite capable of doing whatever she wanted. “I can get you another if you wish?”

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Dark!Newt Verse - starter for @maddietrix ;

The trail for his freedom worked against him. All evidence somehow pointed back to a man named Newt Scamander. Before the author could even counter all of these fast paced events, the young adult was thrown in a cold, air opened cell for the dementors if he tried a single thing. He had been set up. Everything he had worked for had been taken from him. He was stripped of his pride and his name no longer carried the second class of Merlin. Never had he gone against the ministry. Never had he even thought about it. He had been hired to write a book. Just a book. What could this author possibly have done to be locked up in Azkaban? The world seemed against him. Azkaban was a terrible place, one he had hoped he wouldn’t stay long. Perhaps someone soon would see the error, that Newt Scamander wouldn’t have even hurt a fly.

Weeks passed agonizingly slowly and due to a past of being shy he wound up isolated in his adult life, without many friends to back him up, not a single soul would have tried to free him. It ached. The idea that no-one had come to see that he really had nothing to do with the murders before this. He was unfortunately nearby studying at the time. His research had come across a creature, capable of making a wizard immortal and as time went on, he began to realize that he wasn’t aging. He couldn’t die. That creature had worked its way in to him and now, so did the dementors. They ate away happy memories, leaving him in shambles.

For years, he paced back and forth. His naturally calm soul began boiling with anger and above all, hatred. On a particularly cold day, something snapped inside the forever young wizard. Slowly he started planning an escape... It took years alone to work on the details. One day however, he actually pulled it off. Everything went according to his plan and soon, alarms of all sorts had gone off in the ministry. A prisoner had escaped. Wanted posters were plastered on to walls while Newt himself was left with nowhere to run.

He went in to hiding, planning in the darkness. Hiding in the shadows until he had finally formulated his plan. Gaining a wand that would side with him proved difficult, but one found him. It was different from his last, made to perfection unlike the simple lime wand he was used to. Slowly but surely he released others from the prison, others like him, falsely accused but now ready to prove themselves. For this, he gained a following. Most of which were as ruthless as Newt himself.

Now, the ministry were back and forth panicking over the stirs, the new murders. Each day the concern grew, particularly when more and more wizards and witches were escaping the prison with no trace of how or why.

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Resurrection verse starter for @maddietrix

Eyes, opened wide with surprise. A gulp of air so harsh it burned his chest. The world was bitterly cold as his eyes circled around him in search of anything to stabilize him. Quickly and clumsily in fright, Newt stumbled to his feet, folding his arms tightly against his chest pushing the immediate cold away. His breathing was jittery, harsh and forced. He felt the need to force himself to breath, as if he were drowning in the oxygen surrounding him. He couldn’t recall any of the events that left him here. Only a cruel sense of dread and wrong doing filled him from head to toe. He wasn’t supposed to be here, why? He had to consider. A flash of memories struck him violently, hurting his head as if he had been struck by lightning. Each memory echoed within him and followed until his very last – his death.

He had died, he was sure of it. How long ago-? He couldn’t tell. Was this the world he was subdued to after passing to the next life? It was dark, purple hues caught his eyes and wisps of white fog surrounded him. All Newton knew is that he had to calm down if he could at all. “H-hello?” He called out in a shiver, his own voice startling him ever so slightly. He had jumped to the echo it had provided. The sound he had made caught him off guard; it was raspy, as though it hadn’t been used for centuries. His eyes scanned over the black silhouettes of burned, broken and torn trees. They made him afraid. From the corner of his eyes, each tree looked like a lost soul, almost like his own, reaching out toward him. To snuff out the last flicker of life he was holding on to. He began to walk, stumbling slightly as he clung on to his chest. His breath before now hadn’t been visible but slowly, it became pale against the night air. He did what he could to prevent his teeth from chattering but no matter what he tried, it truly didn’t help.

“Hello?” Newt called again weakly, quieter this time. He had no energy to walk onward, to seek help. He was seconds away from falling in a heap to the ground. Tired eyes stared forward in an attempt to understand where it is he has landed but nothing made sense to him. His mind was reeling, his stomach almost heaving and his body shaking.

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♝:Reading a book together

The dim flicker of a fireplace made the room warm, cozy. Curled up on the sofa together, under an ugly plaid blanket. The pages of the book felt dry between Newt’s fingers as he flicked the page to the next, after Maddie’s approval of course. Newt wanted to make sure he wasn’t reading too fast or too slowly. But halfway over the pages, Newton paused, sitting up a little bit straighter to look over at the blonde in his arms.

He took in her features, smiling ever so gently while he followed her eyes scanning over the pages. They were such a beautiful colour, especially with the light from the fire glazing over them. Maybe for a moment she would have caught him watching her, but he wasn’t going to leave a cute moment like this go to rest so easily. Leaning slightly, Newton pressed a kiss on to Maddie’s cheek before turning to the book as though it were nothing.

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