#trans!newt

[foxglovecove]

Can I offer you a bit of sappy sweetness in these trying times?

[chlmera]

Apology Accepted, Trust Declined

“Artemis is a hunter,” she begs, “a hunter of creatures. I want to protect them.”

Newton Artemis Fido Scamander hadn’t always been the renowned magizoologist's full name. In fact, the first two were in reverse order when he was born (Fido he later picked out himself). His parents’ logic was that carrying the name of a famous Muggle physicist would humble their second child.

He seriously doubted that they intended him to adopt it full-time, though.

read my new fic on ao3 here! (TW FOR TRANSPHOBIA AND PARENTAL ABUSE.) 

newtina and other ships/characters will be included in upcoming chapters, hence the tags.

[angryikalgo]

Trans! Newt headcannon that in the 10 years that Newt is possesed they make him get top surgery because they find binding tedious and sometimes painful. Thus when Newt wakes up he realizes that one of the most important milestones in his life that he was looking forward to happened without him knowing.

[sirivsblaxk-blog]

This prompt is for @salazarorionblack

Trans!Newt (from female to male).

Hope this turns out okay (:

Newt had never liked girl things when he was younger. He much preferred to go out and play in the garden with animals as opposed to staying indoors, playing with dolls and dressing pretty. He never understood why his mother was so angry about it all the time, he was outside having fun, what was wrong with that? ‘Artemis! Little girls do not play in mud!’ His mother had always shouted. He never understood why. Theseus was allowed to play out side, and Newt wanted to play with him, was that so wrong? Theseus never minded. He used to help sneak him out to the garden all the time.

This started making a little more sense as he got older. He never wore skirts, dresses or pretty things. He liked trousers and baggy sweaters. Everyone bullied him for that. ‘You look like a boy in that Atremis!’ That got him thinking. He looked like a boy but...his hair was long. He’d hated it. In his third year he’d cut it all off leaving with a short crop. His mother had gone mad that christmas break. Once she’d calmed down he get the nerve to tell her that he didn’t want to be a girl, he wanted to be a boy. She’d called him stupid saying ‘Well tough, you’re a girl and that’s that, start acting like one!’

He’d cried that night and Theseus had come into his room to comfort him.

“You can be a girl if you want Artemis,” Theseus had told him, “I’ll love you either way.”

“I don't want to be called Atremis,” He’d told his brother, “That can be my middle name.”

“Well, what do you want to be called?” Theseus had asked him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders to squeeze him close.

“I like...Newton. Newt for short.” He’d decided, he thought that suited him.

“Alright, Newt it is.” His brother had smiled and kissed his forehead.

Theseus had suggested telling Professor Dumbledore, saying he’d understand and maybe he’d be able to help better. Theseus had been right. It had been hard to tell Dumbledore but the Professor had helped him, even provided him with a special potion that would help him turn into who he truly believed he was. He thought it too good to be true, but it had started working.

Now, he’d left school, he was still taking the potion and it should be final within the next couple of months. He’d finally have the body to match how he felt. His parents didn’t speak to him anymore, they’d disowned him but he didn't mind. If they wouldn’t accept who he was then he didn’t need them. Theseus on the other hand was nothing but supportive.

Currently he was in New York, working on his book and actually making friends. Though the only one that knew the truth about him was Queenie and that was only because she’d read his mind one afternoon.

“Good afternoon Mr. Graves.” Newt smiled as he walked through the MACUSA hallway to the exit doors.

“Ah Newt, just who I was looking for.” Mr Graves calls back, halting Newt in his steps and turning to look at him, “Where are you headed?”

“I was just going to grab some lunch actually.” Newt explains.

“Mind if I join you?” Graves asks, not waiting for an answer as he joins Newt.

They walk out together into the cool air, Graves said he knew a nice place and lead the way. Once they were seated and had ordered Graves cleared his throat.

“I should probably tell you why I asked to join you.” He said, looking over at Newt across the table. Newt just nodded his head, “Well uh, I guess I’ll just say it,” He seemed nervous, Graves didn’t seem like the type to get nervous. “I like you Newt. And I’d like to take you on a date and possible start courting you.”

Newts mouth forms a small ‘o’ shape as he takes in what he’s told. He panics. Graves doesn’t know about his past. What if he wasn’t okay with that? Newt would be lying if he said he didn’t like Graves back, but he couldn’t agree to dating him without telling him the truth but he was scared to do so.

He realised Graves was staring at him waiting for a reply and he blushed, “Oh hum,” Newt fumbles with his napkin and chews his lower lip, “I’d love for that, but...” Graves smile falters a little.

“But?” He asks, raising an eyebrow as he waited for Newt to explain.

“Well, before you agree to anything I should probably tell you...” Newt sighs, deciding his best to just come out with it. “I wasn’t born like...this.”

Percival just stares at him and Newt sighs as he continues, “I was born female... But I didn’t feel female so, I started taking potions to help me get the body I feel I should have. It’s nearly complete, actually.” Newts looking down, still fiddling with the napkin on his lap. He didn’t want to see the horrified look on Graves’ eyes.

“So,” Graves begins, “Where would you like our first date to be?”

Newt looks up shocked, but smiles when he seems Graves’ genuine smile, giggling slightly and blushing as he suggested this could be their first date.

~~~~

Newt and Percival had been together for three months now and Newts transformation was as complete as it could ever be. He felt happy, genuinely happy for the first time in his life. Half because he finally had the right body and half because he was the most amazing boyfriend ever.

He was currently doing his favourite thing ever (besides tending to his creatures), cuddling Percival in bed early on a Sunday morning. Percival strokes Newts side slowly while Newt has his head buried against Percivals bare chest. He feels the kiss to the top of his head and smiles, returning one to his chest.

“What should we do today Percy?” Newt asks, finally opening his eyes and looking up at his lover.

“Hm, this seems perfectly fine to me.” Percy replies, placing a loving kiss to Newts lips with a small smile.

Newt knew it was probably too soon, but he knew he was slowly falling in love with the man beside him, he knew he didn’t want to spend his life with anyone else. What Newt didn’t know is that Percival felt the exact same way.

[foxglovecove]

Happy Secret Santa 2024 @yujowheelies ! Here’s some modern gothic vampire!Hermann and paranormal investigator Newt for you. Hope you enjoy and have a happy New Year!

Also! Thank you @hermannsthumb for hosting this event!

Also, also! Bonus mildly spicy pic below the cut :>

Later that night…

[skull-bearer]

Can we see more of trans hermann and trans newt just being happy together?

“Morning,” Newt leans in to kiss him,

Hermann bats him away, “Shave first,”

Newt presses his cheek against Hermann’s, Hermann yelps and pulls away, rubbing his raw skin. “Go away!”

newt laughs, “You’re just jealous.”

“Of course, I could not possibly be annoyed at being- assaulted, at nine in the morning.” All the same, he cannot help but rub his fingers over the smooth skin of his face. Even after taking T for fifteen years, he only needs to shave once a week, if that.

Newt, that bastard, starts to get stubble after twelve hours. He grins at Hermann, smug behind his bristles. “You love it.”

“Go and shave,” Hermann sighs, sliding his legs out.

“Wanna join me in the shower?” Newt sidles into the bathroom.

“I’ll let you finishing your ablations first,” Hermann stretches, feels the skin pull tight against the scar tissue on his chest. It feels good. No more binding, no more loose clothes. He could go to the swimming pool or the beach-

“Don’t want beard burn on your cock?”

“Ass,” Hermann yawns. He waits a few minutes, until the steam comes billowing out from the shower, before getting up and stripping off his underwear, and joining him.

Newt has soaped up his face, has shaved around his throat and neck, and is struggling around his mouth in the steamed up mirror.

“Let me.” Hermann sighs, and slides into the hot shower. He takes the razor from Newt.”

“You just want an excuse to shave.”

“I’m sick of being scratched because you cannot be bothered.” Hermann takes the razor, and works quickly around his face, clearing up a few lost patches of stubble and rounding his chin.

“I’m not complaining.” Newt smiles, Hermann pulls his face flat to iron out the dimples.

“Be silent.”

There, Newt’s face is pink and smooth, Hermann strokes his cheek, and then bends down for a sweet, soap-scented kiss.

[skull-bearer]

Anteverse refugee au where Newt is trans and Hermann did not find out until drifting?

Newt doesn’t broach the subject of their Drift at once, for which Hermann is grateful, he does not know what to say; how to broach the subject of his thirteen year deception;

Newt glances at him as he comes into the lap, a brief, furtive look; Hermann frowns, does Newt fear him- his heart sinks at the thought;

Newt doesn’t speak, but the glances grow more and more frequent until Herman pushes his chair away from his desk and steels himself to face what is to come; “Newton, what is it?”

He looks away, “What-”

Hermann grimaces, “You are being very obvious, if you want to look at me, look;” he raises his arms to spectacle himself;

“No-” Newt starts, “No, I mean, it’s not you- I thought-”

Hermann frowns, “It isn’t me-” he had thought finding out he’d been spending the war with a Kaiju would have been more shocking;

“No- I guess yes but- look, you’re cool, that’s really awesome, but I thought-”

Hermann frowns helplessly at him, “What is it?”

Newt looks at him, then smiles, it’s weak, but genuine; “Are- do you have a sex, actually- I mean, if we’re going by genitals;”

Hermann glances down at himself, “I- I suppose intersex is the closest descriptor, but male is fine;” then it clicks, “Oh- I see, I am sorry Newton, I did not know;”

Newt shrugs, “I- don’t want anyone to know;”

“I will not tell anyone;” in a way, it relaxes a tension that had been there since the Drift, if Newt was so good at concealment that he had never guessed- then his secret is safe;

He rather likes the idea of the two of them sharing their secrets, keeping each other safe, he smiles back gently;

Newt’s smile steadies, grows stronger, “Thanks, I won’t blab either; but- I suppose, is it weird for you-”

Hermann grins, “Oh, everything is strange, I cannot pretend I understand gender, but whatever makes you comfortable and happy is fine by me;”

Newt grins back, “We’re all mad here;”

“You’re all wonderful;” Hermann says firmly, and after so long knowing it in his heart, it’s wonderful to say it; “If there’s anything I can do to help you, please tell me;”

“Yeah, definitely; and if I can help-”

“Of course;”

They share another smile and- Hermann had never imagined he would have the luxury of a friend- but they seem to be off a good beginning.

[skull-bearer]

Does trans!Newt ever have that baby with Hermann?

He has to go off T, which is awful, but at least the tits aren’t going to come back; his nipples feel sore and stiff a lot, but all the milk stuff is gone with the top surgery; and beyond that is just the weight- and that’s fine, Newt can do being fat;

And Hermann- fuck, Newt would do this just to see Hermann so happy; he’s bustling around, organising new furniture, setting up a nursery and he’s smiling so much these days;

They are snuggling on the sofa, the flat still smelling rather strongly of paint;

“Green dude?” Newt leans against Hermann;

“I want to paint trees,” Hermann smiles, “And perhaps you could paint animals- marvellous beasts;”

“Kaiju?”

“Absolutely not;” Hermann’s hand wanders over to rest of Newt’s swelling belly; “I won’t have them scared;”

“Even a little, cute one-″

“A little, cute Kaiju is not a Kaiju;” Hermann leans in, kisses him, “You look gorgeous;”

“Hmm;” Newt smiles, “I’m always handsome;”

“You’re glowing;” Hermann smiles;

Newt cuddles next to him, smiles; “Not gonna be fun when baby decides to come out;”

“If necessary, you can have a caesarian;” 

“I’m getting flabby;” Newt moans, pulling on the loose skin on his arms, “I miss T;”

“I love you chubby;”

“Hell no, I’m hitting the gym after this;”

“I’m sure you will be as successful as ever;” Hermann smiles, “But I love you thin too;”

“You’d better;”

“I love you;” his hand rests on Newt’s belly again, “Both of you.”