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Won’t You Be My Neighbor 2 - *Newt x Theseus x Reader Series*

Hey guys! Sorry for the delay in my writing! It has been an insanely busy summer. I’m finally going to start having more times on the weekends. I hope you enjoy this next chapter! I’m now working on Magical Office. After that, I will be solely focused on requests. 

The solid wooden door stands in front of you. To knock or to run away quickly, that is the question playing over and over again in your mind. Beyond the door, you can hear the quickened footsteps and muffled voices of the odd men you met in the hall the day before. There was still time to make a quick escape and lock yourself safely in your apartment. As your brain contemplates your options, your hand subconsciously takes these distractions as an opportunity and connects hard with the surface of the door. It’s resounding knock echoes throughout the hallway.

What have I done…

You look surprised at your fist, resting itself against the door. The noises beyond it stop and the panic of the unknown sets within you.

What kitchen utensil will they use to murder me? A soup spoon? A ladle, a butcher knife? If they were any sort of gentlemen, they would use the butcher knife and show some kind of mercy.

While lost in your thoughts you fail to notice the shift in footsteps leading towards the door. With a jump, the lock on the door releases and a sly and handsome face welcomes you.

“Ms. Y/L/N, we’re so happy you join us this evening… it is  Ms. isn’t it?” The promise of hope lingered in the air.

Your face displays your ability to see straight through his attempt at subtlety.

“Not until my divorce is finalized.” Theseus doesn’t take notice of the joke.

“You are Theseus, correct?” Your face winces, hoping that you’ve remembered the two brothers correctly.

“One and the same.” He grins widely and wraps a welcoming arm around you and ushers you beyond the doorway. As the pair of you make your way into the hallway, you take notice of the lack of decoration and how bare the apartment seems. The two of you walk past a room, in which the door is wide open. Taking a quick peek past Theseus, you are caught off guard as you see paper zooming past the door frame and bulletin boards hanging in mid-air. You stop in your tracks and turn towards the door. Theseus looks back when he notices his arm is empty. With the speed of sound, he lunges himself at the doorknob.  

“Ha. It’s a mess in there. Let’s just…”He quickly turns to slam the door shut.

“Paper was floating.” You point to the door, still trying to figure out if you are dreaming or not.

“No, it wasn’t.” He laughs obnoxiously loud trying to compensate for something.

“Yes… yes, it was.” You press. 

“It. Wasn’t.” He says as he quickly ushers you down the hall and into the open plan living room. The kitchen table beside the far wall is done up with candlelight and a gorgeous array of China dishes.

“Didn’t you have a brother?” You ask as Theseus walks around and removes a bottle of wine from a bucket of ice, sitting on the windowsill. As if by cue, a large clatter erupts in the room to your left. You turn to the kitchen door as Theseus quickly puts down the bottle of wine and rushes over to the door.

“Should I help?” You ask concerned. Theseus turns in the doorway to face you while keeping the room's contents a secret.

“No, you’re a guest! We can handle it.”

“Theseus, come quick, the spaghetti has risen in revolt!” A voice shouts from the inner room. With a roll of his eyes, Theseus turns to deal with whatever Newt meant.

With Theseus gone, the room is quiet and curiosity of what you saw earlier starts to get the better of you. What could that have been? A trick of the eyes? Mechanics? You know what you saw and there had to be a logical explanation to justify it. You turn back to stare at that door, wondering if you could peer inside before Theseus returned. Another jolt of commotion breaks your trance and you make your way over to the door to offer assistance. Before you open the door you hear hushed voices.

“She’s not going to notice if I do it behind closed doors, Theseus.”

“That's not the point, Newt. The minister said to keep up a muggle appearance. If you make a perfect dinner with magic, she could suspect something.”

“Do you really expect her to be able to taste the difference between a magically cooked pasta compared to a hand boiled one? I mean, can you taste the difference?” A groan sounds from Theseus’s mouth.

“Okay… fine, I'll distract her, but the second she starts asking questions, I'm going to obliterate her.”

Panic begins to boil in your stomach.

Obliterate? They are planning on killing me.

You start to turn and silently try to make your way to the door.

“Is it something I said?” You stop dead in your tracks and turn back to a smirking Theseus.

“Oh no, sorry, I thought…I… Wow! Is that your view?” Desperately trying to distract Theseus from your attempt to escape you make your way out their open glass door and onto their balcony. You stare intently on the violet and auburn sunset watching the city’s skyline grow darker and darker in the anticipation of the impending nightfall. Footsteps slowly follow behind you as Theseus saunters over to you. He reaches around you and produces a glass of wine in his hand. You happily accept it and put it on your lips. You are more than happy to drown yourself in alcohol if it means you will get to leave this apartment alive. Theseus stands next to you and leans on the balcony, his wine glass in hand hanging over the side. He stares at the beautiful natural portrait in front of him, like an artist observes his masterpiece. A silent sigh of admiration escapes him and you look over at him.

“I’ve always wanted to be a part of this city. I mean, I could stare at this view for the rest of my days.” You admire his appreciation of the landscape and you look back at the sky to try and find the beauty in the ordinary sky.

“I guess, you’re telling me you didn’t have a view like this growing up? You look like a city boy.”

“Quite the opposite actually, we grew up in the country. Newt and my mother had a special bond with their love of animals. Me on the other hand, well I just felt like I belonged there. I’d much rather be among the hustle and bustle of it all.” The two of you are facing each other, closer now, the influence of the setting sun and the romantic skyline makes the conversation feel more intimate. “It’s good to feel like I belong, finally.” He gives you a smirk as he looks down at his feet and back at you. Your eyes lock onto each other and a moment passes between the two of you. The seconds slow down and feel more like hours. “Have you been here all your life?”  He asks you.

“Yes, I’ve lived in London all my life. I have to say your perspective on its beauty is quite refreshing. I’ve never really seen it as something so marvelous. Normally it’s just boring ole foggy London town to me.”

“Ahh well, you just need a fresh perspective. Allow me.” He says and walks behind you and places his hands over your eyes. A little cautious as to what could happen to you at this moment, you place your hands over his. Suddenly he lets go and shouts, “Ta-da”.

You almost laugh out loud.

“Sorry, what am I supposed to be looking at?”

“Well, it’s London, of course. Just with a new perspective.” Turning around to face Theseus, you shake your head and laugh.

“You’re funny, Mr. Scamander.” His arms seem to fall to your side as he once again looks deep into your eyes.

“Has anyone ever told you…”

Ahem!

The sound of a third party breaks up the oddly intimate moment between strangers. Theseus and you turn and look at the doorway to see Newt standing there. He holds a wine glass himself and takes a sip at the sight of you two.

“Dinner is ready, you two.” Instinctively, you move quickly away from Theseus and over to the door passing by Newt. The dinner table that you saw before was covered with an array of appetizing dishes. You are astonished at the beauty of the meal and quickly turn back to the brothers to see them in a silent quarrel.

“Newt, are you sure you're not a chef? I can't believe how perfect everything looks. I mean it could be on the cover of a magazine! This is real food right?”

“Yeah, Newt. It looks… TOO. PERFECT. TO. BE. REAL.” Theseus says through gritted teeth.

“Ah well, I just had a great recipe. It was simple to make so elegantly, as if by...” The three of you sit down and you notice Newt staring across the table at Theseus, “...magic.” He finishes and Theseus’s face arranges itself to a stone stern stare. You chuckle and pick up your fork.

“Magic. Right.” You laugh and whirl a bit of spaghetti onto your fork. After noticing that you are the only one finding the humor in this you look up to see Newt and Theseus having a heated staring contest. Your eyes dart back and forth to see who will break first. Newt begins to shake his head slightly at Theseus, turning your head to face him, you see him delving his hand slowly into this suit pocket.

“Sorry, was it something I said?” The two chant a resounding chorus of “of course nots” and “absolutely nots”.

The three of you continue through dinner chatting and learning more about each other's pasts. Through it all, you notice Theseus is on edge whenever Newt would mention their past or stories about their lives. Even with Theseus’s strange behavior, you can’t help but be drawn to Newt’s enthusiasm for his job and his stories about their past. By the time you look down at your watch, you realize dinner had been over for hours and that most of the meal had become cold.

“Wow! Is that really the time? I can’t believe I’ve stayed this long.” As you stayed up Newt quickly brought the napkin up from his lap and wiped his mouth with lightning speed. At the same time, he made a move and got up from his seat. 

"Allow me to walk you out." He stands quickly behind your chair and helps you move the chair as you stand. "Oh, wow. Thank you, Newt." You notice Theseus's odd stare as he acts the opposite of Newt and wipes his mouth with at a turtle's pace. As Newt hovers behind you, you extend a hand out to Theseus. He stands and takes it, encapsulating your hand in between both of his. "Thank you so much for coming." He charmingly smiles at you. "We hope to see you around soon." "Well, good chance of that. What, with me living next door and all." He chuckles an "oh yes." and you turn to Newt and the two of you make your way to the door. As you both make your way to the hallway, you try to slow down your pace enough so you can take another look towards that mysterious room. Was your eyes just playing games, or was there something mystical about these two brothers. Something still didn't seem right about them. Your premonitions seem confirmed when you realize Newt is almost pushing you out the door. Once at the door, Newt quickly opens it and ushers you outside its perimeter.

  "Well, thank you for coming. It was a very pleasant evening." The words barely leave his mouth before he shuts the door in your face. Blinking fast to make sure you didn't miss anything, you stare at the door that hours ago you were apprehensive about opening.

“Really Newt? You couldn’t have made it a little more clumsy looking? You’re clumsy with everything else in your life, but the one time we need it… perfection.” Theseus sits on the balcony, defensively rising to greet Newt as he walks outside.

“Me? You’re the one who wanted to invite a muggle to dinner? What was I supposed to do? Feed her slop? I was making it so I wanted it to look nice.” Newt makes his way to the balcony edge and sits on top of it. “How about next time you make the dinner and I get to flirt with the pretty muggle next door.” Newt scoffs with an annoyed look at Theseus.

“Oh I see, you’re jealous..”

“I’m not jealous… I don’t want to have to obliterate her. You’re the one who decided to invite her over and instill a relationship. We could have just as easily ignored her all together and got on with our mission.” Newt jumps down and paces by the door.

“Oh come on Newt, as long as we’re careful, we can be… neighborly.” Theseus stands up and puts an arm around his brother’s shoulders. “Listen, next time we invite a muggle to dinner, I’ll cook and you can… show her one of your pets.”

“They're not pets Theseus… we’ve talked about this.” As the two brothers make their way back into their apartment, you can hear their door latch from your window and their conversation end.

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Won’t You Be My Neighbor - *New Potential Newt x Theseus Series*

Hey everyone! I’ve been toying with this idea for a while and I wanted to see what you all thought. I know it’s not MO, but I hope you guys enjoy. 

If you like this and want me to continue the story, please make some noise and tell me! If I get a lot of responses, I’m going to add it to my writing schedule. 

    The rain could not have come at a worst time. In London fashion, it seemed to never cease, but on this day you wish it would. To say that you had the worst day would be an absolute understatement. As you trudge through the sopping rain, the only thing you want is your cozy bed and a nice cup of tea. With each sloshing step and each plop of water on your uncovered head, the thought of home was evermore alluring. As you push open the front door, you can feel the remaining drops fall to the carpet and quickly disappear as if they had never existed. You try to ring out the bottom of your shirt as best you can and quickly tie back your hair in a wet, sloppy bun. Nothing could be done about the mascara running down your cheeks.

    The rustling of cardboard above you alerts you to new tenants. The chatting voices echo off the walls as you climb the never-ending stairs. As you carry on, you pray quietly that they are not occupying the apartment next to yours. That apartment had been vacant for some time after the last tenant had mysteriously vanished. Empty is how you wished it would stay, though these wishes were dashed as you land on your floor to see piles of boxes stacked neglectfully in the way of your door. Throwing your head back, you let out an inaudible moan of annoyance and grudgingly make your way to the blocked door.

“Newt, I’m going to curse you! Stop letting them out!”

Oh God, they have pets. They better not make any noises. You think as you fumble for your keys in your giant bag.

“Theseus! They are living things, I can’t just leave them in there. They need fresh air.”

Suddenly, you stop fussing and roll your eyes upward to look up at the ceiling in horror.

Newt? Theseus? What the hell kind of names were these? Where were they from? Somewhere crazy?! Like some random place in Iceland?

With vigor, you withdraw your keys and try to maneuver around the boxes to get to your door. Pressing your body against the tall stack of boxes, you prepare to slide the heavy stack to the side. Though you are surprised to find as you place all your weight upon them, the boxes instantly start an avalanche, sending them to fall all around you with a light and empty thuds. In a defeated fashion, you fling your arms to your side causing your shiny keys to fall to the ground noisily. For a moment nothing happens, your body froze waiting for the two men to be attracted to the noise outside. Without another noise, you breathe a sigh of relief and look down for your keys on the floor.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice one of the boxes suddenly move and a face appears causing you to jump with fright.

“Jesus!” You exclaim as the face displays a friendly smile.

“Terribly sorry to frighten you. We’re just moving in.” The face is covered in an array of mismatched freckles which copied its owner’s sandy and slightly messy hair. He ran a nervous hand through it, causing its chaos to continue. You notice his bright green eyes glowing at you. Suddenly, you realize your current state and try to wipe the stained runny makeup from your face with your sleeve.

“Why do you have all the empty boxes out in the hallway.” You comment as you run your sleeve across your cheek.

His smile turns from friendly to doubt.

“Empty? What, you actually fill them with something?” The stranger’s eyes widened as if horrified by this news. 

Is this guy for real? “Well, yeah and afterward you get rid of them. Not clutter the hallway with your leftovers.”  He looks back at you and nods in acceptance slowly.

“THESEUS! I think we got the boxes wrong.” A crash can be heard from inside and in a blink, the other one appears. He looks you up and down quickly, making you more self-conscious of the fact that there is a damp ring around your feet. This one seems more put together than freckles.

“I am never trusting Biggles with anything Muggle-related again.” He mutters. As the topic leaves his lips, you instantly wrinkle your face with confusion.

“What did you just say?” You ask. The two seem very odd and you grow ever more concerned with the fact that you will be sharing a wall with them. Seemingly he ignores what you had to say and offers a hand to you in greeting.

“Theseus Scamander. This here is Newton Scamander, my younger brother.” You take his hand warily as if you might catch something from touching it. You nod your head along with your hand as you take his. Newt walks through the boxes as they fall around him, creating an even bigger mess.

“Please ignore him and call me Newt.” You take his hand and shake it uneasily, unsure of where they've been. A rustling from one of the fallen boxes causes a distraction in your introduction. Feeling like the swimmer at the beginning of Jaws, you take a step back from Newt and cling to your bag.

“I-I’m Y/N.”

“We are very pleased to make your acquaintance, Y/N,” Theseus says with a flirtatious gleam in his eye. The three of you stare awkwardly at each other in silence not knowing what to say. After more uncomfortable silence, you decide to make a run for it.

“Well, this has been great, but I really should get inside.” As you finally find your keys on the floor, a rustling noise makes the three of you look toward the pile of boxes. In a split second, a black looking mole-like creature lunges at you. You let out a faint scream of surprise. Before you can get a good look at the animal, Newt throws out his arms and grabs it by the hind legs. He wrestles with it in his hands and buries it quickly in his coat pocket. Trying to make it seem like nothing out of the ordinary has happened, he looks back up and you with a manufactured smile.

"What. The. Hell. Was. That?" You pant, trying to get your heart rate back to normal.

"What was what?" Theseus asks, he shoots a deadly look over to Newt, who in turn ignores his glance.

"That thing? It tried to attack me."

"Oh, no! He just wants your keys. The Niffler wouldn't hurt anyone. Well unless they were keeping him from something shiny. Then he can give you a nasty nip." Theseus slams an open palm to his forehead unsure of how he got this idiot for a brother.

"What?"

"He means a dog. It's a dog."

You stare at Theseus incredulously.

"A dog? I'm sorry... do you think I was born yesterday?"

"Well, that's highly improbable..." Newt comments again and you cut him off.

"You know what?" You say as you bend down to finally collect your keys off the ground. "I'm going to go. This has been probably one of the weirdest things that has happened to me today and given the day I've had, that's saying something." You say, your filter being completely gone as you have now mentally drained yourself with this encounter. "Good to meet you, neighbors." Nodding your head at each of them, you turn to open your door and quickly let the door shut behind you. The second the door locks into place, you crumble to the floor in a puddle of nothingness. Your eyes catch the light under the door and you can see the shoes of the men outside. Straining you listen to their conversation.

"Niffler! Really, Newton."

"I checked the lock on the case, I swear! You weren't so suave taking Biggles advice in the boxes. You know he's a bumbling idiot."

You can see them moving towards their door but their voices carry on.

"Just do something about these boxes, Newt. I'm going to find a way to smooth things over with the lovely lady."

"Oh Merlin, Theseus. She's a muggle. I'm sure she's not into weird men who carry around sticks."

"Well, she certainly isn't going to be attracted to a man who has a dog who likes to attack shiny things."

A weird rushing noise is heard as you roll over into your stomach trying to make out what it could be. A gust of wind from an open wind? She couldn't tell. All you know is that you'll be lucky if your new neighbors don't murder you in your sleep. 

It was moments later that you heard the rustling on the other side of the door. You freeze on the spot. The tea bag label hanging outside of your tea mug sways as you stare at the door. The voice from the hall sounds quivering and nervous. 

“Oh God, I hope this isn’t stupid.” You hear the male voice say and you wonder how quickly you can vacate your apartment in the event of a break in. You stand and stare at your door, placing your tea mug on the hall tabletop. A knock echoes from the door. “Hello? Ms. Y/L/N? It’s...well it’s Newt.” 

You creep closer to the door with an amused grin. As you walk to the door the floorboards creak and Newt fixes his footing as he expects you to open the door. Instead, you decide to have some fun. 

“No one’s here, I’m sorry.” You wait to see if he gets the hint. 

Which he doesn’t. 

“You’re not there or you don’t want to be there?” He chuckles slightly. 

You toss your head back and forth, weighing your answer. 

“Meh, a little of both.” You can hear the light laugh Newt lets out at your comment. There is more rustling outside the door and you figure playtime is over and turn to go back to your tea. As you reach the side table you suddenly catch a glimpse of something entering the room and you quickly turn your head to look. A white letter seems to have made its way under your door frame. You quickly walk over and pick it up. It’s a note and you slowly unfold it. 

Dear Neighbor, 

My dearest brother and I would like to cordially invite you to join us for dinner in order to make up for our awkward introduction. 

Sincerely, 

Newt and Theseus Scamander

You shake your head in amazement. 

“So...so is that a yes, he said to no one.” Newt says trying to lighten the situation. You almost laugh aloud and bring a hand to your mouth to hide your laughter. 

“Sure, said no one.” 

“Well, I look forward to it.” Newt’s nervous feet pitter patter around your door for a moment and then make their exit to the sound of his door shutting behind him. You look at the note a little longer before you finish walking back to your tea mug. 

What have you agreed to?

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Masterlist

Magical Office Season 2 Episode 3 is almost ready to be launched! In the meantime, I thought I’d updated my Masterlist for you all! 

Check it out! 

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Who is ready for a Dr.Dan smut?!

In light of @fantasticnewtimagines writing her own smutastic series update, I've now got the smut itch too... going to be looking to post the next chapter of A Fantastic Time with a (hopefully) beautiful smutty scene.

Get ready everyone... it's about to get hot up in here...

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Magical Office Episode 10: Last Christmas Part 2

***THE SEASON FINALE****

Guys! We made it to the end of Season 1 of Magical Office! I just want to take a second and thank you guys for making this my most popular story. I absolutely love this story and all the fun I’ve had writing it. Season 1 may be over, but.... we have a lot going on in Season 2!!! 

(The Christmas Ball is in full swing in the main hall and the Minister and his wife can be seen engaging with different minister officials. Minister Parkinson has his arm around his wife's waist as they laugh about a joke that has been said.)

(The camera pans out from their circle to find Bridget standing at a table, several empty shot glasses cover the table. It is blatantly obvious from the streaking makeup and the remaining redness in her eyes, that she has been crying. She stares vexly over at the Minister and his wife. Rodger walks over and places a pint of water in front of her, keeping his large pint of beer to himself. Bridget snaps from her sorrows and looks down at the water in disgust.)

BRIDGET: I don't… I don't want it. (She pushes it slightly, sending two shot glasses to fall to the ground. Shattering on impact. Rodger cooly shrugs and sips his beer. He looks over to the Minister and his wife, who now had started to find themselves in a different group. Immediately they laugh at a joke they half listened to, confusing all it's participants.)

RODGER: It must be tough to be slapped in the face like that. One minute he wants you and the next minute you're just another lowly Ministry Witch.

(Rodger takes another sip, seemingly not getting the cruel irony in the situation. Bridget looks blankly back at him.)

BRIDGET: Oh I don't know Rodger, tell me how it feels to be completely rejected and ignored by Y/N and then have to see her with Newt day in and day out… (She takes another shot glass off a waiter's tray as he passes by. She flicks her head back with the shot, syncing the moments just right. The alcohol burns down her throat, but she can barely feel it as she looks back at him.) Tell me… how does that feel?

(Rodger gives a light hearted chuckle. Only a slight chuckle as if to comment on how juvenile the question was to him.)

RODGER: Don't worry about that, I'm not anyway. Something tells me everything's going my way at the moment. I'm going to have a very good Christmas, while others… may not.

(Bridget looks blankly at him as another waiter with a tray full of shots offers another on to her. She takes one but before she can swing it back, Rodger reaches over and takes it down in seconds. Confused at his response and his calm demeanour, she shakes her head and decides to ignore his words.)

BRIDGET: I'm gonna use the loo. (She walks away from the table as if on board a ship in harsh seas.)

(The room is silent. Newt's question still lingers in the air and is now growing stale. His once overwhelmingly confident smile seems to slowly be fading from sight, a slightly worried one is starting to come to light.)

NEWT: I'm sorry… was an answer supposed to be coming any time soon? (He is still on one knee and begins to wobble and shifts himself in order to get more comfortable in his position.)

Y/N: I’m so sorry...did you….did you just ask me to marry you?

NEWT: Yes… I did...but I’m slowly starting to regret it. (He flashes a smiles, attempting to lighten the tension that was filling the room.)

(You continue to stare down at the ring. A thousand thoughts pass through your mind at once. The answer to the question is undoubtedly yes. You’d shout it from the rooftops if you could. But was this really you? Did you truly want to marry Newt or were you truly under the influence of a love potion? Everything was happening so fast… the room was getting awfully hot.)

Y/N: It’s just… it just all seems sudden doesn’t it? I’m just…just this… what if this… ahh Rodger!

NEWT: Rodger? Y/N, what is going on? I...I… I thought you wanted this too?

(Newt now seems extremely concern, afraid of the outcome of this odd behaviour from you. He quickly gets off his knee and takes a step closer to you. As he does, you quickly move out of reach. The room and this moment seem to be getting the better of you and you quickly feel the need to get air and clear your head.)

Y/N: I just need a moment… I..I will be right back. Sorry.

(Without allowing a second more to pass by, you rush from the room and without thinking start making your way to the part to find Rodger.)

(The bass of the DJ thunders around the large gala venue. Dance lights flash every which way, making it hard for the camera to follow you through the crowd. You pass by a crowd of people and the camera scans the group to see Biggles dancing in the center of the crowd, people around him hoot and rave at his dance skills. The camera goes back to the path you created between people and continues. You find Milton standing over by the refreshment table and stop.)

Y/N: Having fun?

(Milton stands at attention, he hands lightly clasped in front of his waist. He looks out at all the wizards and witches mingling and dancing. His face is unphased and you already know the answer to your question before the words finish leaving your lips.)

MILTON: Am I having fun watching respectable wizards making fools out of themselves? (He is staring over at a specific area and the camera follows his gaze to see he is staring at Minister Parkinson who is gracefully slow dancing with his wife. They both over exaggerate how much fun they are having together by laughing loudly and being overly affectionate.) No. I would much rather be working, but Newt promised to leave me alone for the rest of the year if I … Hey… wait a second. (He realises you are not with Newt and he would in fact be working.) Why aren’t you with Newt? What are you doing here?

Y/N: I need to talk to Rodger. Have you seen him?

MILTON: (He gets a integrative look on his face.)  What business do you have with Rodger?   

Y/N: Do I need to run everything by you now? I need to talk to him about something important.

(He looks around and points over to a table in which you notice Rodger sitting with a large pint of beer. You place a thankful hand on Milton's arm as he looks alarmed by the physical touch. He watches as you run off and keeps staring as he goes back to his statue position.)

(You run over the table and grab at Rodger’s collar, giving it a hard pull. Rodger nearly topples over the back of the chair he was sitting in. The rest of his beer spills all over the table. He gets his footing as you continue to drag him along with you.)

Y/N: We need to talk now!

RODGER: Lead the way, I guess.

(You continue to drag Rodger over a hallway outside of the gala, there are some stragglers walking past. Rodger faces his suit and neckline as you impatiently wait for him to face you.)

Y/N: Why did you say that to me? Why did you tell me Newt might be giving me a love potion? If you have hard evidence that he’s doing this to me, I want you to prove it. (You say this with such urgency that Rodger forgets his own feelings and tries to touch your arm, which you pull away.) If you’re doing this for your own gain, then you better tell me now.

RODGER: Okay… First of all… let’s calm down… deep breaths, that’s it… (He watches as you quickly breath in deeply.) I’m not sure what evidence you need that you don’t already know. If you weren’t convinced Newt was giving you a love potion, then you wouldn’t be down here talking to me about it, would you? Best to end it now while you’re in the right state of mind.

(It holds out his hand for you to take. The camera, which is well hidden out of sight from the pair of you, focuses in on his hand and then back up to your thoughtful gaze. You barely hear what Rodger is actually saying. The thought of being engaged to Newt has finally hit you. Was it really so bad if Newt was actually giving you a love potion? You had been madly in love with him before you had this thought in your mind. Love potion or not, you knew your answer.)

Y/N: I think I’m going to say ‘Yes’.

RODGER: To running away with me? (He laughs at his own joke as he pulses his fingers in and out, trying to direct your hand.)

Y/N: What? No… Rodger… listen… I will never be interested in you. I’m sorry but… Newt’s just asked me to marry him, and I’m going to say ‘Yes’.

(A brilliant smile washes over your face as all your fears and concerns wash away. The camera switches it’s attention to Rodger who is visibly not thrilled to hear this coming from you.)

RODGER: You’ve got to be kidding me. Even knowing he’s giving you a love potion… you’re still going to stay with him?

Y/N: Love potion or not, I don’t care. He’s purely the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. Love is love. 

(Rodger breathes out a sigh deeply while wiping dust away from his eye. He opens his coat and reaches into the inside coat pocket to produce a silver flask. He eyes it with a smirk and offers it over to you.)

RODGER: Well… in that case...you’re going to need some liquid courage.

(You feel giddy and excited as you look over at Rodger’s hand.)

Y/N: (You wave a hand to his outstretched offer.) I don’t need any courage, I couldn’t be more ready for this. I was just being stupid before. 

(You turn to go, but Rodger reaches out with his right hand and pulls you back quickly.)

RODGER: Then how about a toast to the future Mrs. Scamander?

(Upon hearing your new title, you forget every apprehension that you had about accepting Rodger’s drink and you smile at your once good friend.)

Y/N: Thank you Rodger. (You take the flask from his hand and hold it close to you.) That’s very sweet of you. You’re such a good friend.

RODGER: Don’t ever say I’m a sore loser.

(You laugh at this and bring the flask to your lips. It’s cold as it touches your lips, though the liquid that spills from it is warm and burns as it goes down your throat. The camera slowly zooms in on Rodger as he watches you drink intently.)

(The camera returns to the party and scans the crowd, a bunch of cinnamon blonde hair outshines the rest and soon the rest of Newt makes it way through the group. He sees Claire and Biggles standing idly at a bar table and quickly walks up to them.)

BIGGLES: NEWT! NEWT! They’ve been playing my muggle songs! Oh it’s brilliant Newt! We’ve heard such classics as Reindeer with a Red Nose and O! Pine Tree. They won’t play Frosty as they said it’s offensive to Yetis.

NEWT: That’s great news, Biggles. I know you’ve been most excited for that. By any chance have you seen Y/N?

CLAIRE: Last I saw har she was draggin Rodger out to that hallway.

(Claire points across the way to the hallway doors. Without a second glance back, Newt takes off following her guiding finger. He reaches the door in record time and before he can pull the door open, Milton walks out. Milton looks at Newt as he tries to get around Milton to reach you. Milton puts out a warning finger, preventing Newt from moving.)

MILTON: Scamander, I wouldn’t go out there. There’s something I need to talk to you about.

NEWT: (Newt looks aggravated and tries to walk around Milton, who moves to block him again.) Milton, we can play detective later, I need to speak to Y/N.

MILTON: I know and that’s why you need to stop and listen to me. I have some information that you may find interesting about Rodger….

NEWT: (He seems to finally reach his breaking point and explodes at Milton) THIS ISN’T ONE OF YOUR LITTLE AUROUR GAMES! This night was supposed to be perfect and so far it has been far from that. Now, if you don’t mind!

(Newt physically places his arms on either side of Milton, who moves without a fight. With Milton out of the way Newt quickly opens the door and rushes inside to find you in the hallway. As the door begins to slowly shut itself, Milton looks back at it wondering if his pride is hurt too much to continue trying to help Newt. By the look on his face, he admits defeat and walks away.)

(Everything seems hazy. You don’t know what’s different but you’re not quite sure what you’re doing in this hallway, sitting on the floor him a red dress. The music muffled by the wall you are leaning against makes you imagine you’re at a party, but for what? Looking up you see a man looking down at you, hesitant. He quickly runs over to you, kneeling beside you. It takes you more than a second to realise it’s Newt beside you. The gala… it slowly comes flooding back to you. But where was… )

NEWT: Y/N! Are you alright? You had me worried sick, you just ran out like that and I didn’t know what to think… I mean… did I scare you?

Y/N: (You start to stand and Newt helps you up. You look back at him.) No...no you didn’t scare me. I just… have you seen Rodger anywhere?

NEWT: (He looks confused at you.) Can we just forget Rodger for a second? (He chuckles, trying to make light of the situation.) I would like an answer to my question…

Y/N: Question? What question?

NEWT: (Nervously) The one where I asked you to marry me…

(Newt is growing increasingly worried and confused. He feels as though he is speaking to a stranger. You blink a couple time and start laughing as if Newt has told a hilarious joke. When you see that he is hurt, you stop abruptly.)

Y/N: Oh...my….God, you’re serious… Oh no Newt. No.

(Your words hit him like a ton of bricks. He staggers backwards a little. You roll your eyes at him and try to walk away. He quickly recovers and pulls on your arm.)

NEWT: Y/N, you can’t be serious… what is going on? What’s with all the Rodger nonsense?

(You have finally had enough and you wrench your arm out of his grasp and turn to face him.)

Y/N: Newt! I’m not interested in you. I’m in love with Rodger. Okay? Now, please just leave me alone. I entertained your joke long enough…

NEWT: RODGER! You mean the one who has been sulking since we got together? Y/N…

(With all the commotion, the two of you have started to attract an audience. Mainly made up of your office mates. Minster Parkinson looks nervously around, not particularly amused by the fact that a lover’s row between co-workers was taking away from his gala. The camera suddenly swings to focus on Rodger, who suddenly marches in. Newt’s confusion and hurt morph and work into unadulterated hatred.)

RODGER: You heard the woman, Newt. Walk away.

(Newt marches heavy footed over to Rodger. Upon reaching him, Newt takes his lapel in his hands and shoves him into the opposite wall. Claire, Biggles and you quickly rush over to prevent a horrendous fight.)

NEWT: WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER? YOU SAD, PATHETIC…

MINISTER PARKINSON: NEWT! That’s enough! (Minister Parkinson steps forward, not amused with this behaviour anymore. Allowing Claire and Biggles to pull him away from Rodger, he watches in horror as you rush to Rodger’s aid and begin to straighten him out.) Now, it seems Ms. Y/L/N has made her decision when it comes to your relationship. Best to let this go Newt, before you do something you’ll regret.

(The tears pour from Newt’s eyes in hot anger. He quickly runs the back of his hand across his eyes, causing them to turn dark red with his pain. You stare at him and for some reason you feel pain deep and intensely in your chest, making it hard to breathe. Holding Rodger close to you, you watch as Newt looks away from you and back to Minister Parkinson.)

NEWT: SOMETHING I’ll REGRET? That’s funny coming from you Minster. Wasn’t it just this afternoon you were shagging Bridget in her office? Or do you regret all the other times you’ve cheated on your wife with Bridget?

(Everyone is completely silent. Mrs. Parkinson looks from Newt to the Minister and then over to Bridget, who is still stinking drunk. The look on the Minister’s face resembles that of a muzzled attack dog. He tries to keep his composure meanwhile his absolute anger is written across this face.)

BRIDGET: Well… at least I didn’t make a sense. (She hiccups and turns around the corner to throw up.)

(Newt looks around and realises what he has done. You both know there is no coming back from this for him and he realises that this isn’t a dream. That you have really, for whatever reason have changed your mind about him. He needed to get out of here fast.)

NEWT: Don’t bother Minister. Consider this my notice. I quit. (Without so much as a good-bye or another glance back, Newt walks fast paced past a sick Bridget and out of view.)

(The camera turns to focus on you as everyone begins to disperse. Rodger holds you close to him and in your eyes the camera can see something inside you die as a tear rolls out of the corner of your eye and down your cheek.)

(Newt places muggle money on the counter. A woman behind the counter looks up at him, smiling bright.)

WOMAN: Can I help you?

NEWT: One ticket to New York, please. 

You want to know the answers, you better tune into SEASON 2 of The Magical Office! 

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Music Requests

To ease myself back into writing, I'm opening Music Based Requests. Send me a request with which Harry Potter/Eddie Redmayne character you'd like it to be about and what song you want me to base the request on.

For example; @inkstainedfanfics has asked me to do one about Cedric Diggory to "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran.

Please note my normal request rules apply.

Ok can't wait to start my images again!! Then I'll get back on my series! xxx

Thanks for sticking around guys xxx

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An Act of Love - **Newt Scamander x Reader Request **

can you do one where the reader gets newts trust, but she's a spy for grindewald, then she ends up falling in love with  newt and he feels the same way . He's just distraught, thinking that they're relationship was a lie. Then it the end she intervenes when grindewald tries to kill newt, and he then she that she really loves him!!!

I was wondering if you could do one with Newt where reader steps in front of him and blocks the hex from Grindelwald during one of the battles. Maybe Newt thinks she’s dead but then turns out to be okay? Like lots of angst but then a very fluffy happy ending.

@supreme-kanej​ and @barbarachern​ I have been toying with your requests for sometime now. Trying to decide if I should do to separate ones, to combine them, or even make this into another series at some point. Thank you for being so patient with me. I hope you both enjoy the angsty angst and fluffly fluff.

The room was dark, but the voice that spoke was darker still. It was able to penetrate your very soul with a mere syllable which is why you were so trapped by his power. You lie awake, staring into the emptiness of the room. It had been months since you had happened upon his face but in the abyss of the night in the bedroom, you could still see his chilling glare.

Newt Scamander…

His voice had echoed in your ears causing eerie goosebumps to rise down your back and arms.

Find him…learn his secrets...so that I can destroy him...

The bouldering guilt that lay in your stomach tossed and you rolled over as your eyes began to adjust to the bedside table next to you. A white dowelie laid up top the table, it seem to glow in the moonlight that escaped the curtains. You look up a little ways on the table to find an image of Newt and you laughing and then looking back longingly into each other’s eyes. There was genuine love in both of those stares and it made you feel all the more pained as you looked away towards the wall.

When Grindelwald gave you this task to find Newt, you had done it just as you had done all his bidding several times before in order to provide him with information he required. You used your feminine charm to snake your way into a short romance and give Grindelwald what he wanted. But from the moment Newt put a greeting hand in yours that day at the ministry, you knew something wasn't right about this mission. Something certainly was off when the smiles weren't forced and the longing glares were out of habit. When he asked you to dinner for the first time, you actually genuinely worried about what you would wear and how you would act. It wasn't the same, the way your heart danced when he looked at you with those cool green eyes.

The worst came when your reports to Grindelwald became less and less intricate and you began spending more and more time with Newt. Recently, you found yourself putting them off as to readily make yourself available to move in with the magizoologist.

The nightstand before you was one that you dreaded when you gazed upon it. It was your black stain upon your perfectly white blouse. You gently reach up and slowly open the side drawer next to you. It glides on its grooves revealing a notebook. You reach your hands over into the open drawer. The notebook feels heavy with its dark purpose. Pages upon pages of notes for Grindelwald’s eyes were scribbled on every page. Newt and you had grown so close very quickly and this was the reason why. Your need to get all the information you could. A pen posed as a bookmark for you to know where a fresh page was. You picked up the pen, as if to write something, Grindelwald would be the only one privy to the information written. Why were you still doing this? You just wanted to be with Newt for love, not for the task.

A rustle next to you in bed reminds you that you are not alone. Moving as fast as you can, you place the notebook back in its place and shut the drawer. A hand suddenly makes itself known and snakes its way around your waist. A smile also slithers its way across your face, betraying your purpose. A pull brings you closer to your bed partner. You can feel Newt’s bare chest against your back and the subtle bumps of his many scars. His arms over lap yours as his head rests against the side of your face.

“Been up writing again?” You have been caught writing in your enchanted notebook for Grindelwald before but Newt, being naive and trusting, never thought twice about it. Your guilt doubled in your stomach. Trying to forget, you lean back into Newt’s body and let the euphoric loving feeling run through you.

“Yeah. Ready to go back to sleep now.” You hold onto his arms for dear life, never wanting this feeling to end and you know someday it would.

But did it have to?

You could give up your dark secret life, you could instead decide to live your days out with Newt. If he could ever forgive your past.

“You’ve seemed tense recently, love.”

“I’ve just had a lot on my mind. Nothing to worry yourself with.” You could tell he wasn’t fully awake as you knew normally he wouldn’t accept an answer like that.

“Okay. I love you darling.” He whispered softly. The words dripped into your ear warm and satisfying and sending a thrill down your spine.

“I...I…love you too, Newt.” The words were left heavy in the air as you admitted your true feeling aloud. You knew what you would have to do. In the morning you would repent to Newt and renounce your life of crime. The dark room became heavy on your eyes and you could feel yourself drifting as for once you felt safe in Newt’s arms, enough to let yourself drift off to sleep.

“Y/N, wake up… Wake up, darling.”

Your eyes blink awake. The sun is still not shining, but Newt is standing over you, the candle lit lights flicker as you sit up.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s the ministry, they’ve summoned us, Grindelwald and his followers have started a battle on the streets.” Your heart drops heavily into your stomach.

He knows.

Newt throws back your covers to assist you in getting ready as he walks over to his chester drawers to put on a shirt and pants. You swing your legs over the side of the bed and look over to Newt. If you were to go out there, he would surely find out and this fairy tale romance you had created would die.

“Let’s not go.” You say quietly. Newt's rustling in the drawer comes to an immediate halt as he looks over at you confused.

“Don’t go? What in Merlin’s name do you mean?” You get up and run to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He gives a short chuckle, thinking in his mind that this is a game.

“Let’s just pack our bags and go!” You turn to the side to look him in the eyes and he can see the seriousness of your thoughts. He turns around to face you, your arms still locked around him. “You always wanted to go to China! Let’s go! They can’t stop us.”

He raises an eyebrow high in the air, questioningly.

“Y/N, we have to stop Gindelwald. We can go on a trip later, darling.Get dressed quickly.” He kisses you on the forehead as he crosses the room. As he slips from your grasp, you know the end is near and it breaks your heart.

The streets are deserted by the time Newt and you apperate to the location of the battle. Armed with your wands, you both hesitantly move past upturned vehicles and debry. Small fires are strewn in various spots down the street. Newt walks determinedly down the street but you know the plan and what is about to happen, and you can’t force yourself to act innocent anymore. You walk, praying to see Grindelwald first, hoping you can attack him before any harm befalls Newt.

As if by summons, a low pitched laugh can be heard echoing throughout the buildings and you know instantly that he has arrived. There is no saving anyone now.

“Why Mr. Scamander… Ms. Y/L/N, how good of you to stop by. You’ve just missed your friends, although I’m sure you’ll find them lying around somewhere.” You look over slightly to your left and right to see bodies of both parties silent in their demise.

Newt looks enraged with the shadow of embers as sparks fly from the surrounding flames.

“You can choose to come quietly and there be no need to hurt anyone.” Grindelwald doesn’t take the suggestion seriously and laughs again as he climbs down from his stance upon on of the upturned cars.

“Oh Mr. Scamander, I do believe you are about to be the hurt one.” He says as he walks over to you. Newt instantly sends spell after spell towards him, desperate to protect you from harm. He watches as you stand, body frozen to the spot. Grindelwald smirks at you as he knows exactly what has happened.

“Good work, Y/N. I do believe this has been your best accomplishment to date.Even if your reports did lack in the end.” Upon hearing this Newt stops running towards you and looks oddly at you. Not being able to face him, you turn your head to the side.

How could you face him now?

“What is he talking about, Y/N.” Grindelwald looks to Newt and back at you. His sly but sickening smile make you feel disgusting, a tear escapes and you quickly wipe it away.

“Ohhh, my dear. Forget to tell your lover about our little arrangement. Tsk, Tsk. Why didn't you tell him you've been working for me. Reporting to me about his every move. His every secret.” He turns to Newt. “Think of all the information she's gained from the ministry. She's made this sooo simple for me.” Newt walked cautiously towards you and turn your head to look at him. His eyes burned your skin with disappointment and betrayal.

“I’m not working for you anymore.” You yell, you walk closer towards Newt and hold your wand at attention. This wasn’t the time for Newt and you to walk through your relationship. A this time you were just two people who wanted to bring a criminal to justice.

“Oh I see.” Grindelwald laughs louder. “You’ve chosen love over power. No matter. I have no use for you anymore. My death count has grown by one tonight.” His wand quickly flicks over to both of you and the battle begins. Flashes of spells project back and forth. Newt and you on one side and Grindelwald all on his own. Between sparks, you look over to Newt who dedicates himself to concentrating solely on his spells and counters. He dares not look at you.

“Okay, so I lied about who I was, but I never lied about your feelings, Newt.” You yell in between the chaos. Newt quickly glances at you with a loathing stare.

“Right now? You’ve decided now would be the best time?”

“I’m not proud of my past Newt, but you’ve… given me a purpose.” Newt loses his temper and launches a giant attack on Grindelwald, which hits head on and throws him into the air. He crashes into the brick wall behind him and crumbles into a heap on the sidewalk. Newt and you stand for a moment, breathing deeply in and out. Newt turns and begins to walk away.

“Newt, where are you going!” You turn to yell after him.

“Away.” He yells back.

“Please. Newt. I didn’t lie about my feelings. They were real. Everything between us was real. PLEASE.” You run after him and grab his arm. He stands in your grip, allowing the last moment of intimacy to pass through you both. His eyes closed savoring the memory of your touch.

“Y/N. How do you expect me to believe you? I know nothing about you, except that you’ve been a spy for months.” He turns back to face you as he wrenches his arm from your grasp. You’re losing him with every word that comes spewing from you mouth. Tears begin to spill from your eyes.

“Newt… Newt, I love you.” The words pain Newt to his core, guarding his heart against anymore attacks.

“Good-bye Y/N.” He turns again and begins to count the steps in his head, believing that it will make it easier to walk away from the woman he had grown to love more than anyone else in his life, past or present.

1… 2…3…4...5

“NEWT!!!!” A high pitched scream erupts behind him and he can see the outline of a huge light behind him. Quickly, he turns back to you to see a large bolt of light shooting towards him, a body standing between him and the light. It slams right into your body and all the guilt and shame in the world couldn’t equate to the pain you felt, but every second of throbbing inflicted pain was worth it to know you had saved the life of the only man you ever truly loved.

The light never died. It was blinding and white. You knew you should be dead, but here you were feeling your eyes blink open. Was it all a dream? Where you still in your bed with Newt? Still in love and living your new life? You turned your head slightly and a shooting pain ran down your side and your heart sank as you knew it had all been real. Adjusting to the light, you see a blurred outline of a person. Blinking, the figure comes into focus and you instantly try to sit up. A searing pain shoots up your side and you sigh out loud in agony. Newt, who had fallen asleep next to you wakes up suddenly. At first he looks worried at your groans but after realising you are okay, looks sternly at you.

“What happened?” You croaked, your voice trying to resume its normal vibrato.

“Grindelwald took off, I assume. Not before he decided to try one last shot at me, which you blocked… so thank you for that… I guess. The ministry is after him again. Know where he'll turn up next? Maybe you could be a double agent and spy on him for a change.” Newt obviously wasn't going to let this go… but he had now let you go.

“I'm sorry Newt. There isn't anything else I can say.” The that came out was very hoarse and dry. “I wish we could have started over.” You said as your voice began to fluctuate with emotion. “I'm not proud of...”

“You lied to me. Everything about you. I don't even know this, Y/N: the spy. You know who I did love though? Y/N: my girlfriend, she could have easily become someone who I spent the rest of my life with.” You closed your eyes, desperately trying to drain the tears from your eyes, but none came.

“I understand.” You said. He stood without hesitation and went to the door. You turned your eyes to the ceiling, not able to watch him go. The creak of the door alerted your senses and you could feel your body shutting down. This was the start of your new life. No more Grindelwald, no more secrets or lies… no more Newt.

“Excuse me.” A familiar voice rang and you looked down towards the door again. “My name is Newt Scamander.” He walked over to your hospital bed, you looked at him confused. Reaching down he took your hand in his.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you. If you’re not doing anything, would you like to have dinner… tonight at this fine hospital room? I’d love to get to know YOU more.” He emphasized the sense of getting to know the real you.

“I’d like that very much.”

I hope you guys like this! It took my quite a while.

Next up: Magical Office Episode 9: Last Christmas and Next x Reader meet in coffee shop request.

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A Fantastic Time: A Fantastic Beast Fan Fiction Chapter 10

Here it is! My first ever attempt at smut. Thanks to @jackdawsonsgrl for reading this over! Please, PLEASE , PLEASE let me know what you think. This took me ages. I wanted to make sure it had enough sexy and action! Otherwise enjoy as this series is going to start coming to an end. 

**May I also suggest you listen to “Bom Bidi Bom” by Nick Jonas and Nicki Minaj (50 Shades of Grey OST, oh the irony) **

https://open.spotify.com/track/4PxDHEEyHgYC6NUgqMtDFy

Crickets filled the air. There was an unexplained silence about as the poacher kept watch on the vast open savannah night. The poacher’s camp had just come back from their latest raid and he paced around the holding cell of their latest capture. They had stolen these massively rare magical beasts from a sanctuary not far from them. The lookout tossed his wand back and forth slowly in his hand as he continued his watch. It was pitch black on the Savannah, save a vast plethora of brilliantly shining stars in the sky. As he stared out, he could see nothing but the slightly swaying tall grass and rustle from the trees. While he paced, he would every so often get the feeling that he was being watched. That there was something lurking out there. His head turned with every few feet. He would call out, LUMOS MAXIMA and a brilliant glow illuminated the tip of his wand. Brandishing it around his body he looked out again, squinting his eyes to see farther. But every time he would roll his eyes at his superstitious feelings and continue to walk on. 

If only he was to know that within a few feet of him, Kamau, Newt and Eliana were being lead by a small group of wizarding tribe warriors. As the warriors came to a sudden stop, Kamau motioned for Newt and Eliana to do the same. It had been awkward between the pair since their sudden frenzy in the tent earlier. For the first time since they had met, neither of them knew what to say to the other. They followed in blind silence moving as the warriors did through the grass, allowing them to work their tracking magic which ultimately helped them find the camp. Kamau turned back to Newt and Eliana to consult.

“You know the plan? Yes?” He asked. The two nodded, on the same page for the first time in hours. “We want to prevent any violence, if possible.” 

Kamau made his way over to Eliana as a couple of the warriors followed suit. They allowed the tracker time to asses the situation and find the best route to the stolen Erumpents. The plan was to divide the group, Newt leading one group to cause a minor diversion while the remaining went with Eliana and Kamau to lead the beasts to safety.

“What are you going to use as a distraction Mr. Scamander?” One of the trackers asked, but before he could answer, another began to quietly snicker.  

“You going to use your mating dance?” The men around him began to jeer in silent taunts as Newt began to head over to their location.

“You do the mating dance once for demonstration purposes and you never live it down. Well, c’mon then.” He motioned and the jesting warriors got back to business and made their way. 

Kamau looked over at Eliana as they waited for the single to move. She was sweating with nerves, her mind solely thinking of the spells she would need to remember at the positions to conjure them. He laid a comforting had on her shoulder, causing her to jump slightly and look at him.

“Do not worry. All will be as it was meant to be.”

“I know. Just trying to remember my training. It’ll be fine.”

“I wasn’t talking about that.” He nodded off in the direct of Newt and the others. Eliana forced a half smile and focused back on her inner thoughts. Everything was so much more confusing now that emotions had come to play. It all seemed to have escalated to drastic levels in a matter of several months. She had spent so much away from her own time that she was unsure what she would return to? Would her Uncle think her dead? Was there even any point going back to her own time? It didn’t seem likely that she would ever get back. Should she just remain here to live out her days with Newt? Traveling and being in love for the first time in her life. Newt was right to say it was unfair of him to love her, but if not now, when?

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted with a loud and obnoxious blast of noise and she instantly knew it was the infamous mating call Newt had perfected. Simultaneously, Eliana’s heart flipped as she knew it was time to face the dangerous task head on. They heard the lookout and other poachers shout and call, each alighting their wands as the rushed over to the call. When they looked like distant fireflies, blazing a trail in opposite direction, the warriors confirmed it was time to move and began to make their way. Kamau wrapped his hand around her arm, motioning for her to stay close and follow. The tall grass proved hard to allow her to move as quickly as she needed to, but with a mass amount of effort she stayed close and soon they made it into the makeshift fenced area. Without wasting anytime, the group began to spread out running amongst the beasts. Eliana made her way through the tall figures, trying her best to make due with the dim amount of light the camp grounds provided her. Their goal was to account for every creature and ride each of them to safety, the other group meeting them back at camp.

Their naivety that this would be a simple and easy rescue was crushed in mere seconds as Eliana rounded one of the beasts and ran into a guard. Fear shot through her entire body faster than any deadly bullet. She tried to back step, but the man had his arms around her back faster.

“Ahhh and where are you going, my sweet?” He cooed in her ear as he harshly smashed his faces against hers. She tried going rigid to stop him from moving her, but he used one arm to pick her up along her waist and carried her as he continued on. A rustle nearby caused the man to quickly go on the defence and brought his wand dangerously to her cheek. “And where are your little friends? We’ve been expecting you to make a stupid move like this.” He turned around in a circle on his heel looking around, his wand digging into Eliana’s throat. She held tightly to his arm, trying to relieve the pain of his hold on her. “COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!” He shouted into the night air. For a moment it seemed like no one would come, that Eliana would be a sacrifice for the cause, but then slowly Kamau came out from his hiding space, arms outstretched above his head in surrender. They others one by one followed him.  The guard laughed as he sauntered over to Kamau.  “We didn’t think you all were stupid enough to think we’d all go running, do you?”

“Just let her go and let the creatures go. We don’t need to fight over this. Do the right thing.” The man’s laughter shattered Eliana’s eardrum and she shrivelled away from his mouth. When no one else would join in his tickle, the man pressed the tip of the wand deeper into her neck. She braced herself for the end. 

But in a split second, a thunderous rumble broke out and she felt the sweet relief as he let her fall. As she fell, she opened her eyes to see whips of spells zipping by her as the Erumpents, who, spooked by the commotion began to run. Eliana turned to see some of their warriors running beside the Erumpents, guiding them out of the pen and into the free savannah night.  Suddenly a force hit her from the side and it caused the air in her lungs to cease. Gasping for air, Eliana looked up at the guard once more, feeling around for her wand that had escaped her hand. 

“You’ll pay for this!” He shouted and jumped her, anchoring his hands around her throat, clenching tight as Eliana’s body quickly went into panic mode. Her legs thrashed about as her hand immediately felt around her to retrieve her wand. The space around the man’s face was slowly fading to black but Eliana forced herself to move. Her dashing hands landed on the missing wand and she immediately grabbed it. The man’s grip tightened ever so slightly and the darkness started to bleed faster into the image of his face. Eliana could feel her outstretched arm start to grow weak. Inside her head, she could hear herself screaming STUPEFY! STUPEFY!, but her opened mouth couldn’t replicate the noise. Just before she lost consciousness, something large rammed the man off of her and the air returned to her lungs. It filled every bit of her chest with one big glorious breath. Eliana gasped and coughed as she quickly got to her feet, her arm limply outstretched pointing her wand at the thing that had rescued her. 

Her vision began to firmly settle and as the double images cleared she could see Newt straddling the guard, his one hand clutching tight the man’s shirt bringing him closer into his launching fist. Eliana could hear the fist on bone contact as he packed one punch after another across the man’s face. 

She watched for longer than she knew she should. The image of Newt coming to her rescue and fighting for her, was suddenly very appealing. Between the contact they had had earlier and the image of Newt, vest open and undone, shirt sleeves rolled to expose his unexpectedly bulging forearms and his hair in complete disarray, it was more than she could take at the moment. As she realised this was not the time for such fantasies, she quickly pulled Newt off the man. The guard took the momentary freedom to scatter, running into the heavy scrubs by their side. Newt allowed her to take his arm and the two stared at each other before Eliana launched at Newt’s mouth, the two quickly and intensely kissed, wrapping themselves up in each other’s arms. The adrenaline of this mission finally taking it’s toll. Just as fast as they had collided, they parted.

“Not...the...time.” Eliana breathed out, but Newt didn’t seem to mind the timing and brought her face back to his for another passionate indulgence. The two broke off again.

“You’re right… you’re… right not the time.” Newt pushed her back from him and looked around, in the distance they could see the Erumpents running off with Kamau and the others running after them, zipping hexes and curses back at the opposing men. “Well...in a way, it looks like we may have succeeded.”

Eliana wasn’t listening. She was paying too much attention to Newt’s moving lips, still swollen from their kiss.

“Newt, I have to tell you. I don’t care...about… going back. I just…” He place a finger to her lips and winked as he ran off towards the raging fight.

The celebration outside was underway and the fire seemed to dance as fiercely as the workers at the sanctuary. The cheers and roars of victory accompanied the crackling of the large bonfire. The Erumpents had been successfully been rescued and were resting safe in their field. The fight had resulted in an overwhelming win for the sanctuary as the poachers had ended up retreating when they realised there was more wizarding tribes waiting for them on the outskirts of their camp.  

Kamu sat in a chair by the fire and lit a large cigar, content with the simple spoil of the night. A worker laughed as he came over with a tankard of lager. Looking around the man leaned down to Kamu.

“Where is Mr. Scamander? He should be here enjoying himself.” Kamu drew in a large drag of the cigar and as he removed it, he breathed out the smoke in a loud snort. He pointed his cigar over to the way of Newt's tent.

“I don't think he'll go to bed unsatisfied.” The worker looked over just in time to see at a distance Newt and Eliana entering the tent, trying to abstain from touching until they were properly hidden away from everyone. The two men laughed deep in their throats, knowing exactly what Newt and Eliana had planned for their celebration.

The rushing adrenaline coursed through Newt and Eliana as they immediately attached to each other. The feisty fingers itching for the touch of the others skin. Eliana balanced herself by grasping Newt’s shirt collar in her hand, she tugged him forcefully towards her. Her grip forced his face to collide into hers, lips fumbling to find their fit. Their lips quickly began to move more synchronised together as their tongues found each other gently trying to dominate the other. Newt's hands instinctively rested roughly on her cheeks, applying delicate pressure, steering her head to the side as their kiss became passionate and feverish. Newt impatiently began kissing down Eliana's neck, the need to taste every inch of her body with fiery speed. Now that Eliana’s mouth was freed, a moan escaped her lips as she tried to use what little sense she still had left.

“Should we talk about this first?” She effortlessly breathed out as he nuzzled deeper into her neck, slowly leading down to her chest. At this question Newt looked up at her. Trying to gasp enough air into his lungs to reply.

“I don’t want to think.” He said, allowing his better judgement to have time off. With that quick confirmation, Newt went straight back to kissing and lightly biting Eliana’s neck. His kisses were like a seductive punch and Eliana gasped at the surprise of Newt forceful nature. Eliana’s hands slid down his collar to his first button. Her fingers took their time finding the buttons path to open his shirt. Newt's hands were snaking their way down her arms and began to wrap themselves around Eliana’s waist. They began to restrict her and pull her closer, feeling his need for her grow. 

In her mind she was being too humanistic. Newt knew beasts. He responded to the animalistic desires and wasn’t taking her with any political correctness. With a swift and forceful push forward, Eliana managed to free herself from Newt's constraints. He looked down at her with new and confused eyes. The beast had subsided. Had he been out of place? Was this something she would rather talk about? She gave Newt an answer to calm his concerns and placed a hand on either side of Newt's shirt. With a swift jerk of her arms, she pulled hard. Buttons flew in all directions, leaving Newt's bare chest opened and exposed. Eliana could see his chest rising and falling in time with her racing heart. The heat had helped keep it shiny with light perspiration, bringing out the outline of his many scars. Her eyes scanned him like a starving man at a buffet. They slowly made their way to meet Newt's gaze. His eyes burned with passion and fiery desire. Rushing back to him, she nearly knocked him over as she came close to him and started leaving hot and tingling kisses slowly and seductively down his chest, paying particular attention to trouser line.  

He needed something sturdy something to brace her, but thinking wasn't his strong suit at the moment. He needed her. He wanted her without anymore worry about what tomorrow might bring. This needed to happen before his reason was able to process what was happening. As she continued to kiss his chest, running her hands slowly and tauntingly up and down, Newt looked around. The tent walls held nothing that he could prop her up against and the bed was too far for his lust. Thankfully her surprise had flung him deeper into his desire driven hypnosis and he backed her with an audible thud into the lonely dresser. Loose objects clamoured and fell to the floor, a small amount shattering on impact. Eliana let out a moan as Newt began to devour the crux of her neck again. His hand ran up and down her waist  and in one swift movement he managed to remove her shirt. As he removed it, he left one arm to brace her and the other made its way to her breast. He seductively began to massage it, causing her to sigh in pleasure. His mouth moved down south to the other breast, her skin instantly broke out in goosebumps and she shuddered under his touch. Eliana’s hands roughly went to Newts hair and pulled hard away from his head. This caused him to fight against her grasp to stay and pleasure her more. A couple strands of hair came out in her hand as she lost the tug-o-war over dominance. Allowing him to ravish her further causing her more excitement and an eagerness, an itch Newt needed to scratch.

Eliana felt like a rag doll against Newt's predator like force. Straining to get a grip on the back of his shirt, Eliana balled up the fabric and pulled as hard as she could. A loud tearing of material followed as she freed Newt completely of his shirt. He moved his arms quickly removing the useless material from his chiseled arms. Newt harshly lifted Eliana up and pushed her further onto the dresser as she gripped at his biceps, digging her nails into his skin causing him to grunt with a pleasurable pain. Eliana knew where this was leading and was more than eager to get to the point, her hands flew down to Newt’s trousers rushing eagerly to free him.  As Newt guided her hips forward, he made quick work of her safari shorts and guided them one leg at a time off her grateful body. As he passed the shorts and panties down his leg, he came down to kiss along her freed skin. Each kiss down her legs was like a tantalising shock and it sent waves down to her toes, making them elegantly curl. She sat completely exposed to him and he allowed himself to take in the sight of his prey before he devoured her in passionate love. Eliana sat back for a moment, leaning back on her palms. Newt threw her clothes to the side and finished removing his own. Once he was completely naked, he leaned forward, almost falling and placed a surprisingly gentle and loving kiss on her chapped lips. A completely different composure than he was in seconds before. Eliana returned the kiss and raised a hand to Newt’s flushed and redden cheek. As she did, Newt decided to take this moment to pounce. With a swift movement of his hips and a loud moan from Eliana, the two began their intimate dance.

From outside the tent, any passerby could hear their strained sensual moans accompanied by the rattling and slamming of the dresser drawers as they were forced to open and closer repeatedly and rapidly. Newt’s hips slammed against Eliana’s sex, with gentle force, providing her with gratifying friction. Her legs instinctively wrapped themselves tightly against his waist as Newt’s right arm braced her back, his left hand gripping her right thigh, leaving a bruised handprint. Their lips continued to connect, separating momentarily to breath the other’s name in loving revelation.

The adrenaline that had lead them into this primal thrill was starting to slow down and Eliana found herself lovingly crossing her arms behind Newt’s neck, pushing her chest into his, melding into one person as her hips continued to respond to Newt’s continuous persuasions to reach her peak. With each movement the other made, they were closing in on their goal. Their grips on each other grew tighter, their loving words more breathless and exasperated. Suddenly with one last resounding moan in Newt’s ear, Eliana shuddered against his body, enticing him to join her in her ecstasy. Which he did. Within seconds the tent become considerably silent, the dresser instantly stopped rocking in place and seemed paralysed. The only sound was the fast paced breathes of Newt and Eliana, revealing in their highs. Their frustrations and hormones completely depleted, they rested their foreheads together as they tried to synchronise their breath.  

A laugh escaped Eliana’s lips as Newt’s mouth curled into a smile as well. She moved back on her hands once more and raised a hand to run through her tangled hair, that had fallen in the rush. She smirked.

“Where has that Newt been all these months?”