#newta

[sellimmy]

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[st33l-0f-b4s3]

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[kiem770]

𝘕𝘦𝘸𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘷𝘢

𝘐𝘷𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘤

[victorialestrange]

Leta & Newt 🖤

So... It's middle of the night and I'm thinking of Leta and Newt again. But anyway, I just wanted to share my thoughts with u!! Ik that Newtina is canon, but honestly... I never shipped these two. I tried to like them, but I can't, and I have the same problem with Theta. I can't see the chemistry between them, it all feels forced to me. On the other hand, Newt and Leta were something else, but let's start with the beggining. — Their relationship at Hogwarts: Leta was always judged because of her ancestry. Everyone saw her as a Lestrange, that girl with her dark family legacy. Everyone, but Newt. He saw her for who she really was, and he loved her. We know that she was his first love, and I think she has fallen in love with him as well. I mean... She literally carved their initials in her own desk. ''L+N'' like... y'all can't tell me he was just a friend to her. Oh, he also took blame for her experiment. And this scene under the tree... they were meant to kiss. — Their relationship after Hogwarts: Newt literally had her photo in his suitcase even after all those years, and when they met in the ministry... The way they looked at each other. Friends don't look at friends that way. Their chemistry was obvious. When she told everyone the truth about Corvus, Newt was her comfort once again. He was the first one to tell her that it wasn't her fault, that it's alright. ''Oh Newt, you never met a monster you couldn't love.'' yeah, this quote broke my heart into pieces, but... when she said ''monster'' she meant herself. ''Love''. I think it says everything. And then she dies for him. And yeah, ''i love you'' could be towards them both, but the movement of camera... It showed Newt first for a reason. So yeah, I think her confession was to Newt. I said what I said!! — My theories / headcanons: Soo... Her engagement with Theseus is complicated, but I think she didn't let herself be with Newt, 'cause he was too good, too pure. She didn't want to hurt him, since she saw herself as a monster, and Theseus was the closest thing to Newt she could've ever had. And I also like this headcanon that Newt carried Pickett with him because it reminded him of the old times at Hogwarts. The day when he showed Leta bowtruckles. The day that they fell in love. — I love them so damn much, and I think no one can change my mind lol, but I respect all opinions!! Soo, if u ever wanted to have a rp with them both, feel free to write!!

[kimitofutari]

Holding hands 🥰

[newta4ever]

NEWT X LETA and the Problem with Leta's death

I am tagging this as NEWT x LETA, so if you aren't a fan of this ship or if you adore Tina x Newt, then please SKIP this post (still probably gonna piss off a lot of people):

I never could really feel anything for the Newt and Tina ship. I like the characters by themselves, but as a couple I just don't feel it. I never have. It was always "meh" for me. And the fact they only knew each for like what, a week? And we are supposed to believe they have developed enough feelings for each other to the point that Newt begins to carry a picture of her?? I just can't.

Then we learn the history between Leta and Newt, and see in COG the obvious chemistry they still have despite being apart for so long. This is even more evident in the screenplay. These are two people who have known each other for years and who comforted each other during their tough adolescence. Heck, Newt literally took the blame for something he didn't do for her and then proceeded to carry a picture around of her for years. That in itself is very telling.

Yet we see that after meeting Tina, Newt literally has a moment where he asks "who" when being questioned about Leta by Tina (suggesting he is so into Tina by now that he has forgotten about Leta). This is just so unrealistic/uncharacteristic to me based on what we've been shown so far that I almost can't accept it as canon. Then don't get me started on Leta's memories of Newt and her words of "I love you" directed towards both brothers that obviously showcases her feelings.

Honestly, I wish this love triangle had been completely left out because of the fact that Newt and Leta didn't get together. Now, this isn't just because I ship these two and wanted them together. It's because of the underlying messages that people can take from their situation, as well as due to Leta's fate, which I find to be problematic.

As someone who is a person of color, I've been very aware of when I see poc characters in books and films because I enjoy the representation and love seeing characters that I can relate to and who are strong and inspiring for me. I love it a lot in romances because it gives me hope that I won't be judged based on the color of my skin or my ethnicity when being viewed by a prospective romantic partner.

I've since noticed this trend in major films and books where in love triangles, a white character (and usually the main character who is on the "good side") would have some sort of romantic tension with a poc character, sometimes even going so far as to getting in a relationship with them, but then something would always happen that would cause that white character to get with another white person instead.

Now, there's nothing wrong with that in itself, but the way a lot of these stories go into why and how the main character gets with the other white character is through making the poc character look bad, sometimes even in an out-of-character way (whether through them doing immoral actions, or just not being as powerful or strong) compared to the white character. Think of Jacob from Twilight, Cho Chang from Harry Potter, Flynn from Star Wars, Hancock from Hancock, or Amber from Invincible. Or sometimes, there may not be a love triangle, but the poc character gets killed off, and now I see this with Leta.

Actually, I see Leta as falling under both of these categories. She is depicted to the audience under a negative light from the very get-go due to Queenie talking about her being a "taker" (yeah, the irony of that coming from Queenie is definitely there) and the fact she is a Lestrange, a surname that everyone who loves Harry Potter knows is associated with insanity and darkness. Automatically she, the poc character when compared to the white character, is looking unfavorable to the audience.

Then when we see her in COG, it's almost as if the viewer is meant to want to dislike her even more; one of the first things we discover about her is that she got with Newt's brother (which comes off as a dick move to viewers since they know from the first film that Newt harbored some type of feelings for her). Later, we even learn of how she inadvertently played a role in her brother's death and had kept it secret from everyone all this time. She has a lot of baggage and a reputation for being bad by others; Tina doesn't have all this (unless you want to count her getting removed from her position at the Macusa Ministry because she stood up for Credence; I don't, especially since this type of action was meant to make viewers respect her and to show to them her moral uprightness).

And to top it all off, how does Leta's character arc end? She dies, getting with no one (she left Newt and Theseus behind) and still feeling guilty over her brother's death. She doesn't get her happy ending. But Tina does. She will go on to marry Newt, have kids (their grandson will even marry Luna Lovegood) and will be known as the wife of a hero and as a heroine herself.

This disturbs me on so many levels.

In regards to the romance, what type of story is this painting in this series, and in series where this type of love triangle is being shown?

That poc cannot be with white people (the argument shown is that the relationship just won't last either due to the supposed differences between the two characters, or because one will always die), or that they aren't as desirable compared to their white counterparts. I am wary of this depiction even more so due to current racial tensions. What type of things are we influencing on impressionable minds, such as the youth of this generation by showing these stories? If J.K. Rowling had not chosen to make Leta look unfavorable compared to Tina or, made Tina or Newt poc characters themselves, this wouldn't be problematic.

(On a side note, why is it that most books and films generally tend to portray only same-ethnic based couples? Usually, black is with black, white is with white, asian is with asian, etc. Can we not have mixes? Black and white, white and Asian, Hispanic and black, etc.?)

Then there's the separate issue of Leta being painted as a darker person and having to die to "atone for her sins". I've seen this theme several times in J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series, with Snape and the Marauders coming first to mind. Snape used to be a Death Eater and was known to be mean towards the students; he lived a life of torture and anguish. He was a spy, was distrusted and disliked by many, had few friends and had to kill the one most closest him, Dumbledore, and he died in a terrible way by getting his neck bitten by Nagini, who's venom is supposed to be very toxic. Before his adulthood, he also had a crappy childhood; he had a drunken father who fought with his mother a lot and was abusive. He was also bullied.

Even if you don't like the Marauders (I myself feel mixed about them), you have to realize they all ended up getting terrible fates as well. They were all bullies - or in Remus' case, turned a blind eye - and one ended up dying before he was even 22, leaving a child to be orphaned, another was wrongfully put in azkaban for 12 years then murdered by his own flesh and blood, one was cursed to be a werewolf and died, also orphaning his child in the process, and the last died by his own hand choking him. It seems like J.K. Rowling doesn't believe in second chances or mercy. No, they have to make up for what they did by either dying in sacrificial ways or living crappy lives (sometimes both).

This is what happens to Leta. She had done some hurtful things towards others (playing a role in her brother’s death, letting Newt take the fall for her and getting expelled, getting with his brother) and in turn, we see that she has a crappy beginning of life, as well as a crappy end. 

She was the offspring of rape and indirectly the cause of her mother's death, wasn't loved by her family, endlessly hated herself for accidentally killing her brother, was bullied by her peers, was the reason her best friend was expelled and was separated from him for years, then when she got with his brother (this is just my headcanon, but I think she did this because Newt was gone for years and Theseus was the closest she could have to Newt) and it became obvious that Newt wanted nothing to do with her because it hurt too much to see them together, even going so far as to declining their dinner invitations (which she may not have even realized would have happened as she may not have been aware of his feelings), she hated it, then all this crap with Credence and Grindlewald comes up and she probably now feels partially responsible for all the confusion and madness, and then after living all this life of feeling guilty and of being a "monster" who pushed away her friend and killed her brother, she dies.

There is no getting help to move on from something that wasn't her fault or learning how to forgive herself. She doesn't get to live to prove that the Lestranges are not all evil (she could have did this alive and through her works; she didn't have to die. Dying is not the only way for atonement and she could have done a whole lot more alive than dead). She doesn't get to reconcile with Newt as friends (or possibly more) or marry and live happily ever after with Theseus (if she chose to go down that route). This teaches us that bad people, or even people who had crappy lives and then make mistakes in response to it, just don't get a happy ending or forgiveness. No, life's just too bleak.

This is terrible in my opinion. Where's the hope for people in real life who are relating to these characters and are trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel to keep moving along? Are they supposed to just believe there's no hope and throw hands after seeing their fates?

The love triangles between Newt, Tina, and Leta and Newt, Leta, and Theseus honestly didn't even need to be put in the series. They could have been taken out and the main plot of the film would still be there. Newt didn't have to have a background tension-based history with Leta. She could have been introduced just as his brother's fiancé. All the other stuff was just added in to make it more drama filled and to get the shippers crazy about it. But it's in this way that a poc character was put down in order to raise up a white character.

I am not sure if J.K. Rowling or any of these other writers who have been making these types of love triangles noticed what they were doing when they wrote them (I'm guessing not; it's probably subconscious because they were probably raised in times where mixed couples weren't common and they think they are doing a service by incorporating poc characters in their works in the first place; they have to realize that the WAY in which they do this matters a lot too, as some viewers may not have personal experiences with certain cultures or ethnic groups and will base their perceptions of these groups based on what the filmmakers show them instead of looking for factual information).

I guess this just personally hits on another level with me because I am mixed like Leta, being half black with a white father and a black mother, and I also lived in Sénégal for a time, which is where Leta's mother was from.

Leta didn't deserve to die. She could have gotten a happy ending. And I will always be upset by this. This is also why I will never be able to fully get behind the Tina and Newt ship, because Leta had to get taken down in the process to help fuel it. This is nothing personally against these characters, as I like Tina and Newt.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[deardarlingthings]

if you ever want to rp literate or novela on discord for newt scamander/leta lestrange, by all means, this is my formal invitation to dm me. i'm more than willing to double on other pairings too, but this... please. i wanna write as my girl. they did her so dirty.

[iridecsense]

𝘯𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦

                                      𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦

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⤷ summary: Proceeding the encounter with Grindelwald in Paris, Newt goes seaward on a secret mission for Dumbledore when his ship is caught in a storm...

✧ word count: 2k ✧ pairing: newt scamander | siren!reader ✧ genre: romance, slow burn, angst, adventure ✧ warnings: none ✧ author’s note: You may be wondering when I will stop writing for Newt. I honestly don’t know myself, but here is my new Newt series that I am personally very excited about. Now, in order to set up plot and all that yummy stuff, reader (you) wont appear for the first three chapters, so please be patient with me. I promise you will get all the fluff soon! Feel free to comment or send me feedback via my ask box, I love hearing from you all. That being said, I hope you enjoy this new series!

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About nine months had passed since Paris. Grindelwald’s movement spread across the wizarding world like wildfire, earning him a significant amount of followers. Tension grew within the wizard community, causing the ministry a lot of grief. Grindelwald, being the infamous, conniving dark wizard he was, went underground. No one has seen or heard from him since. He was nothing but a menacing whisper in the wind.

Even still, the damage he caused festered. Darkness spread throughout Europe, slowly inching its way around the world like a disease. The loss of Leta Lestrange fell heavily upon Newt and his brother Theseus. Theseus, being Leta’s ex-fiancé, became vengeful and apt to square his vendetta with Grindelwald. Newt, having also shared a love for the young, beautiful Lestrange, felt obligated to aid his older brother and guide him through his grief, putting aside his own for his sake. It was something he had grown quite accustomed to over these past several months. 

Aside from Theseus, there was also Jacob, his closest friend. Jacob lost someone that night as well, Queenie Goldstien, the effervescent younger sister of Tina Goldstien. Queenie had been successfully seduced by Grindelwald’s ideologies and, in a desperate attempt to control her fate, left with him. The charismatic muggle baker had succumbed to his grief and guilt, making a shell of a man. He, like Theseus, had turned to drink but at a more devastating turn. Theseus’s recurring drunkenness was surprisingly functional. As the head of the British Auror Office, he had responsibility enough to not drink on duty, though Newt felt he was one slip away from it. Theseus kept such indulgences for the night, where he could forget about it in the morning and whisk away any fogginess with the flick of his wand. Jacob, however, stayed in his wallowing, in a constant puddle of firewhisky, butterbeer, or red currant rum, depending on the day. They were much better than muggle alcohol, he would say. 

Watching two of the closest people to him grieve in such similar fashions made him wonder if his grief should manifest in the same way. But Newt never much liked the taste of alcohol, and though Jacob could throw back enough butterbeers to feel the effects of its low alcohol content, the thought made him feel ill. Instead, Newt turned to his work, focusing all his attention on his conservation efforts and the care of his creatures. Any thoughts of Paris, Leta’s death, Tina’s distance, and the looming threat of Grindelwald’s movement for wizard supremacy deafened in his vivarium.

While in his London flat, Newt was feeding a hippocampus when his assistant, Bunty, called his name. Her quiet-like nature went unnoticed by him, and she resorted to tapping him on his broad shoulder. “Newt, there is a letter for you,” she said, handing him the envelope. Newt took it into his hands. “Thank you, Bunty.” The envelope was blank, the only defining feature being the unmistakable Hogwarts seal. 

Newt broke the red wax, opening the letter. As expected, it was from Albus Dumbledore. The letter read simply, 'London Bridge,' with Dumbledore’s unique signature. “Bunty,” Newt called as he tucked the letter into his pant pocket, unaware of her presence looming behind him. She inched closer to his side. “Yes, Newt?”

“I need you to finish up for me. I have taken care of the kelpie, and there is no need to bother the zouwu,” he told her as he walked through the maze of creatures. “I can handle her when I get back.” Newt was searching for his coat. Bunty saw it hung over the mooncalves’ fence and picked it up, shaking away the dirt. Newt whirled around, and she presented it to him. He thanked her as she helped him slide it over his shoulders. “Should I finish the kappa enclosure while you’re gone?” She asked.

“No, that’s not necessary,” he said. “There is no need to wait for me. You can clock off when you’ve finished.” Newt gave her a closed smile and jogged up the stairs, leaving her behind. Newt left his apartment and walked along the cobblestone road. 

It was night, and the streets were slick with rain. He looked around to ensure no one was watching before apparating to the London bridge. Upon arriving, he saw the cloaked figure of Albus Dumbledore just a few feet ahead of him. Dumbledore had his back towards Newt as he looked over the bridge. His hands were tucked into his coat pockets, and his collar was turned up. “Have you ever wondered what controls you, Newt?” He asked, still facing the Thames. “The heart or the mind? Or perhaps you think it’s both.”

Newt ignored Dumbledore’s question and presented his own. “Why have you called me here?”

“I am not sure myself,” Dumbledore continued. “I can’t find the logic behind why we do the things we do. But perhaps that in itself is the answer.”

Newt walked to Dumbledore’s side and leaned against the railing. The air was heavy and thick with the weight of the situation. Evidently, Newt knew why he was being called. In fact, he was expecting it. Dumbledore turned to Newt in a serious manner. “Grindelwald has successfully seduced half of Europe. Many of his followers have been carrying out his agenda, preaching to others while he continues to hide and weaponize Credence.” He motioned for Newt to follow him, leading him off the bridge. “What we cannot afford is more enemies. That is why I have summoned you.”

“How does this pertain to me exactly?” Newt asked.

“You are well-traveled, Newt,” said Dumbledore as he rounded a corner. “So, naturally, it could only be you.”

They came upon a small tavern that stuck out from the rest of the surrounding buildings. Dumbledore held the door open for Newt before walking in after him. The tavern was practically empty besides the few drunk persons scattered by the bar and those who worked there. They took a booth in the corner of the room, away from prying ears.

Dumbledore took his seat across from Newt. “Have you talked to the Ministry?” Newt shook his head. 

“Not recently. Not since the week after Paris.”

“Good.” Dumbledore waved over the waitress to bring drinks. 

“As I said before, Grindelwald’s influence has spread. Rumor has it that his henchmen have been killing and enslaving witches and wizards that do not have pure blood.”

“Last I heard, his influence was heavy in Germany,” Newt added.

“Yes, that is the last I’ve heard as well.”

The waitress came upon the two men and gave them mugs of butterbeer. Dumbledore thanked her and gave her two galleons, sending her off. “The Ministry won’t listen,” said Dumbledore. “They’ve been imprisoning traitors.” 

Newt’s eyes widened. “The Dementors.” He recalled hearing rumors of Dementors scouring the city in search of Grindelwald’s followers.Dumbledore nodded. 

“They think by striking fear into their hearts, they will obtain loyalty. Blind to the fact that their hostilities drive more towards Grindelwald.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled from it a dragon skin pouch and an envelope. He placed it on the table. “This should be enough,” he said.

Newt furrowed his brows. “I’m sorry, ‘should be enough’ for what?”

“Your trip, of course.” Dumbledore took a swig of butterbeer, drank half of it, and exhaled in satisfaction. “I’d suggest going to the Mediterranean first, they’ve yet to be influenced. If I’m not mistaken, there is a ship leaving tomorrow morning in Plymouth.”

Newt was having trouble processing Dumbledore’s words. He didn’t seem to notice and spoke to him as if what he were saying were obvious. Newt watched Dumbledore rise to his feet. He looked down at Newt, offering him a kind smile that Newt couldn’t help but sense a penitence behind. “I want you to know, I do not take joy involving you in this, Newt. But you are the only one I can trust. You’ll know what to do.”

“But what about—”

“Good luck, Newt.”

Dumbledore tossed two coins onto the table before turning on his heels and walking out the door. Newt was left in the tavern alone and defeated. He stared at the pouch and letter in front of him for a moment before he felt the slow turn of his lips. He wasn’t proud of it, but despite all else, Newt craved such a distraction. He wished he could honestly say that his motivations for acting as some sort of liaison for Dumbledore were pure. While he did have honorable reasons to act against Grindelwald, and they did play a significant part in it, truthfully, he simply enjoyed it. 

There is an air of adventure and danger that drives him, a vice he often satiates with his magical beast obsession. But upon occasion, when the time calls for it, he will further push his limits and surrender to his nature. Such impulses caused him much trouble during his short years at Hogwarts (although it also made him a rather decent chaser), led him to the Eastern Front during the Great War to tame Ukranian Ironbellies, and evidently entangled him in Dumbledore’s bidding against Grindelwald in New York and Paris. If the ministry and Theseus had it their way, he would be an auror, an exceptional one at that. But such a life made Newt feel like a caged wild-caught pegasus. This, however, was far more tempting.

When he returned to his flat, he ran up the stairs and barged into a side room. It was a small, dreary old room, almost too small for a grown man. It didn’t help that most of the floor was littered with bottles and half-eaten plates. In the single bed pushed up against a corner laid the shell of Jacob Kowalski; his once dapper and spirited persona now sour and grim, and instead of proper pajamas, he wore a dingy wife beater decorated with questionable stains and striped white and blue boxers. He laid face down in the bed, the sheets intertwined messily between his legs, and his hand loosely gripped a half-empty bottle of nettle wine.

“Jacob, wake up!” Newt turned on the light by his limp friend’s side. Jacob groaned and turned his back to block the glare from his eyes.

“Go away, I’m sulking,” he mumbled hazily.

“Yes, I can see that,” Newt snarked. 

“But we have to pack.”Jacob turned to face Newt, squinting in his direction. 

“What?”Newt pulled out a suitcase and started filling it with Jacob’s clothes. Jacob sat upright in the bed. “Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?”

“We are going on a trip,” said Newt.

“A trip,” Jacob repeated.

“Yes.”

“And where is this ‘trip’ taking us, exactly?”

“Italy, I suspect.”

“What’s in Italy?”

“People we need to help,” Newt said plainly.

Jacob rolled his eyes and sighed. 

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed, turning his back to the wizard. “Just leave me alone, Newt.”

Newt stopped packing and glanced at his melancholic friend. After the battle of Cimetière du Père-Lachaise, Jacob was too distraught to make it back to America. One portkey from Paris to London was all he could manage, and Newt feared that sending Jacob alone to New York would do more harm than good. He offered his home to Jacob, insisting he stay as long as he needed. When he made the offer, he thought Jacob would stay a couple of weeks, a month at best. But one month turned to two, then five, and now nine. There were some days when Jacob was almost himself, good days, but more often than not, he was like this, hollow. Newt halted his actions and moved to sit next to Jacob. 

He placed a soft hand on his shoulder. “We could find Queenie, Jacob.” 

Jacob tensed at the mention of her name. He stayed silent, unrelenting. Newt withdrew his hand and began to leave the room when he heard Jacob stir in the bed. When he turned around, Jacob was on his feet, a new fire swirling behind his black eyes.

“When do we leave?”

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❦ 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺                                                                   𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 ⊱

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