#poor newt

[e-regcanswim]

wtf i saw one edit on pinterest and now i'm crying?? i was NOT supposed to get this invested

[justastarrymess]

Astra Black: “Why is Newt so sad?”

Tina: “He took one of those "Which Auror Are You?" quizzes”

Astra Black: “And...?”

Tina: “He got Theseus.”

[ssseashell]

guys last night i dreamed of a newtmas jurassic world au 😭😭😭😭 i loved it

[wargoddess9]

Newt Pulsifer and his buddy Rotom.

[canallynwrite]

Right

so in a foreword for the FBAWTFT "textbook" newt says that dumbledore was: "more than a school teacher to me."

UM????

GRINDELWALD MUST BE SHAKING WITH RAGE LMAO. LIKE, **MORE** THAN A SCHOOL TEACHER??? HOW SO, MR. SCAMANDER???

you can NOT tell me dear old grindy wouldn't be spitting with jealousy if he heard that.

[grimalkinmessor]

Traitor

WARNING: CoG spoilers!!!

(This is still my Stolen Newt AU, but there’s like three more snippets that come before this one...I just couldn’t help myself.)

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The ampitheatre filled with the sound of disapparation as Newt felt Niff climb back into his coat. Grindelwald gave a rather dramatic twirl of his wand and bright blue Fiendfyre erupted in a circle around the dias like a sweltering, roaring moat. Newt felt lightheaded, all the blood in his face draining as dread settled like a anvil in his stomach.

Vinda Rosier crossed the lake of fire easily, as did Abernathy, but when Krall went to cross, he halted halfway and began to scream as his body disintegrated into ash. It only took a few moments, but the shriek rang around the room like a warning for all those foolish enough to have stayed behind. It was a promise of swift, excruciating, death. A promise that no one could decieve the Dark Lord Grindelwald.

“My brothers, sisters,” Grindelwald called, almost pleasantly, from the dias. “The choice is simple. We fight for a new age. For freedom. For love.” He spread his arms wide in invitation. “Escape from this room is nay impossible. Join me, or die.” It was not a threat. It never was, and never would be. The intent in his words was genuine, if misplaced.

Newt swallowed and glanced around the room. Tina stood between two men just before the circle, lips pursed and face white. The girl from the circus stood with Credence, not far away from them. Theseus stood to Newt’s right, a furious look on his face, his normally immaculate auburn curls in complete disarray from his frustration.

This moment was pivotal. Irreversible. Once a decision was made in this room, there would be no going back.

I don’t do sides.

Newt briefly (hysterically) envied the poor girl who had been killed just moments before, blessedly unaware of the turmoil left behind.

The aurors rushed forwards, wands at the ready, only for Grindelwald to flick his wand absently towards them and sweep them up in deadly tongues of sky blue flame. A few tried to disapparate as well, but the Fiendfyre reared up and destroyed them just before they disappeared. Newt watched with ice in his heart as Queenie tried to pull Jacob with her towards the circle. Her screech of desperation and Jacob’s look of horrified dismay as she turned and went to Grindelwald said it all.

Queenie was lost.

Newt felt Theseus step onto the step beside him. His presence, which Newt normally found a bit suffocating, eased his cluttered, panicked mind. For all of three seconds.

“Mr. Scamander,” Merlin, his voice was so cold. Newt felt the fleeting but prominent urge to ask, ‘Which one?’ He stifled it as he saw Grindelwald shift his gaze from Theseus to Newt. There was a flash of something there—pain, betrayal, longing, hunger—but it was gone so quickly Newt could’ve argued that he imagined it. “Do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?” He was most definitely speaking to Newt now.

Therefore Newt was not surprised when the next flame lashed out at his face. He whipped his wand up in unison with Theseus to keep from getting burned, pulse loud in his ears.

As Newt struggled to keep the flame away from him, he saw Credence come down out of the corner of his eye, and for the first time that night, he felt a flicker of fear. Fear for this child who was desperate for love, who was desperate to belong, who could be shattered so easily.

Newt didn’t think—he moved. He yelled Credence’s name, but the boy didn’t seem to be able to hear him. He tore away from the girl’s arm and went through the circle to take Grindelwald’s arm. Credence disappeared.

“Grindelwald! Stop!” It was Leta.

Newt felt rather like he was having several, simultaneous heart attacks.

He wondered if this was how Theseus felt most of the time.

“Ms. Lestrange,” Grindelwald mused with a small smile. He left the dias to slide up towards Leta, a hand outstretched. “Unloved by your kind, unwanted by your family." He paused just a step below her, welcoming. "Come home, my dear.” He let Leta clasp his hand for a moment, and Newt felt his heart stop.

“Leta, no!” Newt shouted as he lept—quite literally lept—over a rowdy tendril of fire to race towards his childhood friend.

Grindelwald’s smile twitched and slid off his lips. His expression became blank, stony. He stepped back and let his hand slip from Leta’s. Turning on heel, he beckoned for her over his shoulder, a lure and a threat in his eyes.

Newt skidded to a stop on the step three above Leta's just as Grindelwald stepped back onto the dias. Swallowing harshly and biting back the whisper of a plea, Newt tore his eyes from Grindelwald and focused on Leta. He held out his own hand from above. "Leta please," He rasped. "Please."

Because the circle of Fiendfyre was very clear that only those truly loyal to Grindelwald could pass through it with any ease. And Leta; he knew Leta, and she wasn't loyal to Grindelwald, she couldn't be, not if she truly loved Theseus.

Because she was his best friend, and because he loved his brother, he could not let her go.

Thankfully, Leta seemed to be questioning it herself. War in her eyes, she searched Newt's face with what looked like pain, then hesitantly reached out to take his hand. Newt let out a sigh of relief and clasped their hands together with a lopsided smile as he stepped down beside her.

But something wasn't right. Leta's eyes teared up, and she tightened her grip on his hand. "I'm sorry."

Then she whirled and slung him down the last three steps and into the Fiendfyre. Newt gasped as he felt himself go weightless for a moment, and then abruptly crash down into the spitting tongues of flame below. He tensed up, eyes squinted shut, as his shoulder hit the concrete floor and he braced himself for the horrible pain of burning to death.

But there was nothing.

Newt's eyes popped open and he scrambled to his feet. He stood, chest heaving, in the middle of the fire. Hazel eyes found blue, and saw that Theseus was gawking at him in disbelief, just as Tina had a hand clapped over her mouth, and Leta...Newt wasn't even going to look at Leta.

The other aurors in the room had stopped what they were doing, eyes dark and angry on his shaking form. Because Newt should be dead. The fact that he was not, well, it said much more than any words ever could.

Unbidden, Newt's eyes burned with oncoming tears. He stumbled back away from the glares of the aurors, the dreadful disbelief in his brother's eyes, and Jacob's doubly heartbroken face. Like a skittish animal, Newt shied away from their eyes, and their feelings, because he was having quite a time of his own, thank you very much. This just voiced the fear that Newt had already confirmed inside his own head.

Traitor

Newt gasped again as he tripped backward, only to be caught by familiar, warm hands. When he looked back, he saw that the ice in Grindelwald's eyes had thawed. Shock and awe had taken its place.

A blink and they became half-lidded, glimmering. "Mein Feuervogel..."

Newt's heart ached. He panicked.

Grindelwald tightened his grip on Newt just as he began to struggle. He tugged the frantic magizoologist into his chest as Newt turned pleadingly towards his brother, who had gone stark pale.

"T-Theseus, please! Thes—"

And then everything was gone.

[albusgellertalways]

Jealous Gellert

Gellert: Albus, I must speak to you about-

Albus: If this is concerning your irrational fear that I’m leaving you for Newt...

Gellert: It’s not, I swear, I just don’t like you spending time with him.

Albus: Don’t be such a jelly Gelly.

Gellert: ...

[holy-fudgeballs-bro]