Newt Scamander

Indie Rp for Newton Artemis Fido Lurch Scamander, affectionately Newt. 

[was-wicked]

"I haven't had blood in weeks."

Vampire Starters

Accepting

Leta blinked concerned, looking to him for a moment before grabbing his hand and leading him to the couch. She still had yet to really adjust to the fact that he was a vampire, not that she had a discomfort around him or a disliking of beings, though she was more worried and shocked. He was still Newt. That was all that mattered. And now Newt needed her. 

“Okay.. Okay.. Do you have a stash somewhere?” She smiled nervously, wanting to try and get him to relax, to be lying down. They could fight on why he hadn’t had blood later. Now she needed to get him ill before he got sick or passed out or worse. “What can I do?”

[theyoungerscamander]

Newt allows himself to be laid on the couch, his skin cool and near translucent. Normally warm and caring hazel eyes replaced with deep crimson. His mouth barely able to close as his fangs press outwards. He shakes his head, "No, I don't have a stash...with the war on, I can't afford to take from the blood banks that I usually take from. I don't want to cost someone their life..."

His eyes close for a moment and he inhales deeply through his mouth, trying to avoid the mouthwatering aroma of Leta's blood in her veins. The sound of her blood like a song to his heightened hearing, and the sight of her pulse at her throat making him wince in want. He may not be able to block the sound of her blood from his ears, but if he just breathes through his mouth and keeps his eyes shut...the urge will pass and it will be alright.

"I'll be alright...I've gone longer without blood before...it's just dangerous for me to be around my creatures...I-that's why I came over actually. I was going to ask if you could look after them until I can get this under control again." His words are measured and carefully spoken as he tries to avoid inhaling through his nose.

[thesesummersonspoet]

Hey guys I just want to give a heads up. The book Adam by Ariel Schrag has been turned into a movie which has been named as one of the most exciting LGBTQ films of this year. I don’t want to spoil anybody’s fun but you should know before watching that the book is about a cis boy who pretends to be a trans man in order to persuade lesbians to sleep with him. 

This post has a plot summary that explains more about this concept and why it’s so harmful.

It is deeply deeply transphobic. It is lesbophobic as it features a corrective rape narrative (a lesbian does have sex with him and then decides she does love men after all). 

Here is a review of the book by a trans man. I have yet to find one by a lesbian but will edit this if I do. 

This book gives out incredibly harmful notions about trans men and lesbians that are used to hurt them in real life. It’s so entrenched in the narrative that I don’t see how the film can be any better. You can find more info in this twitter thread

I’d like to tell people to boycott it but I can’t tell you what to do. So instead I’m going to ask that you share this because it being named as an exciting new LGBTQ film is going to make LGBTQ teens want to see it. And they should know before hand how hurtful it could be. They should be able to arm themselves with that knowledge. 

Please reblog. 

[candycoatedroleplaymemes]

Reblog if you’re a kind and friendly mun who likes to write violent and disturbing stuff...

Let’s see how many of us there are!

[was-wicked]

SEND 💖 TO HOLD MY MUSE’S HAND (from Theodora)

SEND 💖 TO HOLD MY MUSE’S HAND

Always Accepting 

“Well hello to you too little one.” Leta chuckled a little, grabbing the younger’s hand and kneeling so that she was at the same level, smiling at her proudly, swinging the arm about. “And what can I do for you angel?”

[theyoungerscamander]

“I jus’ wanted to hold your hand Mummy.” She giggles, smiling a bit. Her fingers wiggling in her mother’s hand, “I love you.”

[was-wicked]

“I love you too.” Leta smiled, kissing the girls hand before swinging it about. “Why don’t you go get your favorite book of the shelf and we can do some reading? What do you say?”

[theyoungerscamander]

“Okay mummy!” Theo runs off to grab her book, coming back with her father’s book, “We can read about the creatures? I like the creatures!”

She clambers onto the couch, sitting crosslegged and waiting for her mum to join her, “I like readin’ about them.”

[was-wicked]

She shook her head a bit, chuckling as she sat besides the young girl, looking to the book as she joined her daughter. “I like reading about them to.” Leta smiled proudly with a small nod, opening to the table of contents, “Who should we start with? Who is your favorite?”

[theyoungerscamander]

Theo nuzzles into Leta's side, humming in thought, "I wanna read about the hide behind, mummy. I like him."

She pokes the name in the table of contents, "That's it right Mummy? There's an H and a B...so that's Hide Behind right?"

[was-wicked]

Obliviate reversed Newt (whatever you'll think is most painful he will forget his birthday)

OBLIVIATE 

Always Accepting 

“Newt! Newt! Can you hear me?” Hands were gently cupped around his face, silver band gleaming slightly in the light though the woman on his bed simply looked frantic, hair a mess and tear stains marking her cheeks. “Merlin’s beard… We have been so worried.” She chuckled, another tear falling as she kissed his head. “The kids are all here… And the doctor said you just hit your head a little and… N-Newt? W-What’s wrong?”

[theyoungerscamander]

He moans a little, blinking and trying to orient himself. His hand coming to rub at the back of his head, frowning at the unfamiliar woman, "Do I know you?"

Her words filter in, hazy and glossing over his mind, "Kids? Doctor? Newts? Are there newts somewhere?"

His eyes focus a little, and his mouth draws up into a frown, "Are you sure you know me? Maybe there was a mistake?"

[theyoungerscamander]

My first ever gif. 

[was-wicked]

PLOTTING CALL l @theyoungerscamander  l

The song was light, gentle on her lips despite her panic, long, wet hair almost shielding her face as she used all of her might to keep the board a float in the storm bellow, everything in her might both fending off the others and pushing him towards land. It wasn’t easy, most certainly not, but she didn’t want this man to drown or face the wrath of the others. No one deserved that, especially not this man, who ,from what she could tell, was merely examining the creatures and animals in the area. He clearly hadn’t know were he was going and hence sailed directly into the storm. 

When she had finally got to calmer water she was breathless, exhausted, leaning her head and arms on a small corner as she gave herself a moment to calm and think to were the nearest island would be, eyes falling to the night sky above and a small hum unknowingly on her lips. She had almost fallen asleep when the man stirred causing her to back away, not to far but at least move off his board and look to him, curiosity in her features though she did not speak only smiled, waiting for him to make the first move.

[theyoungerscamander]

Newt had been curious about the aquatic mammals sighted recently, and was curious to see if they were magical or just normal creatures. He’d rented a small craft, and without thinking of the fact he had only ever boated on the lake near his childhood home with Theseus set out. He hadn’t noticed the storm brewing, until the icy rain had pelted him across the face, and by then it was much too late. The small craft flipping only to be dashed to bits by a rock outcrop. His head had hit the rocks, and there’s a small gash on his forehead.

It was several hours before he stirs, moaning softly and bringing a hand to touch his head, blinking dazedly around him, “…Well this is decidedly not good. Theseus is going to kill me when he hears about this.”

He shakes his head, almost not noticing the woman on the other side of the board, “Oh…hello…how did you get out here? Did your ship get wrecked as well?”

[was-wicked]

Leta looked at the man, opening her mouth to answer though she stopped herself. She didn’t know what powers her voice held, having not spoken truly to an individual in years and did not want to harm him. Instead shaking her head , no, with a small smile, bobbing about. It was then when she saw the gash on his head. Having been preoccupied pulling on pulling him out of the storm she was not aware that he had gotten injured. Concern flashed in her eyes and she tapped were he was hurt, almost as though asking if it hurt, tilting her head a little before swimming back in the direction of the raft.

[theyoungerscamander]

He nods, “Oh...you don’t talk. It hurts a little, but I’ll be okay. I just need to get to land and dry off. It’s a bit cold is all.” He watches her swim away, connecting the dots on his own, he’d heard of mermaids before, and their more sinister counterparts Sirens. He was curious though, this one didn’t seem to want to drown him and eat him. He frowns a little, “You don’t want to hurt me, why?”

[was-wicked]

PLOTTING CALL l @theyoungerscamander  l

The song was light, gentle on her lips despite her panic, long, wet hair almost shielding her face as she used all of her might to keep the board a float in the storm bellow, everything in her might both fending off the others and pushing him towards land. It wasn’t easy, most certainly not, but she didn’t want this man to drown or face the wrath of the others. No one deserved that, especially not this man, who ,from what she could tell, was merely examining the creatures and animals in the area. He clearly hadn’t know were he was going and hence sailed directly into the storm. 

When she had finally got to calmer water she was breathless, exhausted, leaning her head and arms on a small corner as she gave herself a moment to calm and think to were the nearest island would be, eyes falling to the night sky above and a small hum unknowingly on her lips. She had almost fallen asleep when the man stirred causing her to back away, not to far but at least move off his board and look to him, curiosity in her features though she did not speak only smiled, waiting for him to make the first move.

[theyoungerscamander]

Newt had been curious about the aquatic mammals sighted recently, and was curious to see if they were magical or just normal creatures. He’d rented a small craft, and without thinking of the fact he had only ever boated on the lake near his childhood home with Theseus set out. He hadn’t noticed the storm brewing, until the icy rain had pelted him across the face, and by then it was much too late. The small craft flipping only to be dashed to bits by a rock outcrop. His head had hit the rocks, and there’s a small gash on his forehead.

It was several hours before he stirs, moaning softly and bringing a hand to touch his head, blinking dazedly around him, “...Well this is decidedly not good. Theseus is going to kill me when he hears about this.”

He shakes his head, almost not noticing the woman on the other side of the board, “Oh...hello...how did you get out here? Did your ship get wrecked as well?”

[was-wicked]

Δ  - point a weapon at my muse reversed (Fanatic Leta at Newt?)

Send one of the following for your muse to…

ACCEPTING 

She looked different. She looked exhausted. Tired, her hair sloppily cut short, bags under her eyes, and skin ghostly pale, as she stood there, wand pointed at Newt though her hand trembled. Neither had seen each other since her sacrifice, and they thought her dead. And she was happy with that. It kept them safe, and here she could keep them safe further, both being away from her and, for the second time, sacrificing herself and mental state for their state. 

“You aren’t supposed to be here.” She spoke, voice betraying her neutral face as her words were shaky, scared. Heartbroken. He wasn’t supposed to be here in this area or in this fight. He swore to her he wouldn’t be. “Go home Newt.”

[theyoungerscamander]

“You died.” Newt’s voice is soft, shaky as he stares at his friend, “You died. I saw you die. You can’t be here. I chose my side. I had to look after Theseus. I had to make sure he didn’t get himself killed.”

He frowns, shaking his head, “Lot of good I did in that department. How can you be working for him? He tried to kill me. He killed…nevermind. You died. You aren’t allowed to tell me where I should be. Kill me if you want, I don’t think you will. I’ll take you in. I’ll bring you in to face the court. I would have to. I I joined the Aurors after…nevermind that. I would be doing my job if I took you in.”

[was-wicked]

Her head tilted a little, confusion spreading gently on her features. “What are you talking about? You know I had to! You saw what he did to Theseus and I-“ Leta stopped, wand trembling a bit as she sniffed. “He was going to kill Thes if I didn’t. He said he would have found you too if I didn’t. I-I couldn’t not do it!” Leta’s head screamed at her, nausea flooding her system. She grimaced a bit, shaky hand running through her shortened locks and closing her eyes.

“I’m trying to save you. I did this to save you. Please Newt. I don’t want him to torture you too.” She afterall, had been through said torment for months until they had managed to bring in Theseus. Her eyes were still closed, face locked and scrunched with pain. “You need to leave please.”

[theyoungerscamander]

"He did! He killed Theseus four months ago! I watched him do it! I held my brother's body in my arms afterwards. Thes is dead! Because he was trying to avenge you and got blinded by his pain!" A switch seems to flip in Newt's brain, and he's angry and hurt, "You fell for his lies! That's what he does! Lie and manipulate you, that's all he ever does!"

[was-wicked]

Δ  - point a weapon at my muse reversed (Fanatic Leta at Newt?)

Send one of the following for your muse to…

ACCEPTING 

She looked different. She looked exhausted. Tired, her hair sloppily cut short, bags under her eyes, and skin ghostly pale, as she stood there, wand pointed at Newt though her hand trembled. Neither had seen each other since her sacrifice, and they thought her dead. And she was happy with that. It kept them safe, and here she could keep them safe further, both being away from her and, for the second time, sacrificing herself and mental state for their state. 

“You aren’t supposed to be here.” She spoke, voice betraying her neutral face as her words were shaky, scared. Heartbroken. He wasn’t supposed to be here in this area or in this fight. He swore to her he wouldn’t be. “Go home Newt.”

[theyoungerscamander]

"You died." Newt's voice is soft, shaky as he stares at his friend, "You died. I saw you die. You can't be here. I chose my side. I had to look after Theseus. I had to make sure he didn't get himself killed."

He frowns, shaking his head, "Lot of good I did in that department. How can you be working for him? He tried to kill me. He killed...nevermind. You died. You aren't allowed to tell me where I should be. Kill me if you want, I don't think you will. I'll take you in. I'll bring you in to face the court. I would have to. I I joined the Aurors after...nevermind that. I would be doing my job if I took you in."

[was-wicked]

Send 🍻 for our muses to get drunk together.

Send 🍻 for our muses to get drunk together.

ALWAYS ACCEPTING (cause Leta is a drunk)

“You know the kids are all asleep.” She looked up at him, leaning against the wall of the Sanctuary with a bottle of fire whiskey in her hand as she attempted to be smooth. “Have a drink with me? We could banter about how bizarre this is. How none of this makes sense.”  She had no idea if his wife enjoyed her booze though Leta certainly did, and it presented the opportunity to figure what the others world was like and fill in the pieces she was still miss, perhaps even answer the questions he most likely had.

“Could be fun?”

[theyoungerscamander]

"It could be fun, Leta always enjoyed a drink once the boys were in bed." He chuckles, "Shall we go upstairs or do you want to try and navigate the stairs once you've had the firewhiskey?"

He smiles at her, over the past few years it had been an interesting mix of discovering the new habits this Leta had and using what seemed to be the same between the two to comfort her.

[pricklylegs-deactivated20250727]

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[imjustthemechanic]

[thesebrokenboys]

[wereloborumancek]

[myguardianmailman]

[armandlucienduval]

[jacobkowalskiisjewish]

[theyoungerscamander]

[was-wicked]

No! Reversed (from Solomon you can choose how old he is)

Send me No! to find my muse dying 

Alternatively send me No! Reversed to find one of your muses dying

ALWAY ACCEPTING 

She should have been there. Leta didn’t know where there was, hell she didn’t even know when or how, but she should have been there. 

The owl had been following her about as Leta went from place to place getting groceries. With all of her kids home from school, it being the summer before Solomon’s last year at Hogwarts, there were more mouths to feed and hence more errands to run. She was so concerned about the places she had yet to go that she had completely missed the owl until it landed on her shoulders, dropping to letter into her hands. 

Then Leta dropped her bags and apparated to St. Mungos, running straight the receptionist desk. 

“Where is he? Where is my son?” 

Words stopped as she saw Newt, approaching him with letter still in had, eyes frantic and wild, tears forming at her eyes.  

“Newt where is he? Where is Solomon?”

[theyoungerscamander]

Newt looks panicked, shaking as he watches her approach, lost in thought or perhaps memory. This was all his fault, how many times had she warned him that Solomon wasn’t old enough yet. Solomon wasn’t like him, he was Leta’s. It had become more and more clear over the years that Solomon wasn’t the next creature tamer. Yet stubbornly, Newt had dragged him along. It was supposed to be a simple trip. A trip to collect a runespoor that had gotten loose and was eating livestock from a nearby farm. Had he only kept a closer eye, kept Solomon back.

“…He’s in there…Leta. I-I this is my fault. I should have listened.” He tries to explain but his words fail, and the tears welling in his eyes break free, trailing down his cheeks, “I…it wasn’t supposed to be dangerous. I’m so sorry.”

[was-wicked]

“Hush.” Leta sighed, reaching up to wipe his tears, attempting to calm Newt, standing up tall and pushing away her own panic so she stood as tall as she could, pressing a small kiss to his cheeks, “Hush love it is alright. Everything will be alright. Don’t be sorry. Ever. This isn’t your fault, nor is it Solomon’s. Everything and everyone will be okay.”

There were so man question. What happened? How long had he been in there?  Was her going to be okay? He had to be okay, right?

“Are we allowed to go see him Newt?” She asked gently, hands cupping his cheeks. “Do you want to go in there Newt?”

[theyoungerscamander]

Newt shakes his head, “I I can’t. I I don’t want to go in there. I don’t want to. They kicked me out because I was too emotional.”

There’s a heart wrenching scream from the room to their left. A young man’s voice almost giving out from the shriek of agony. Newt covers his ears, shaking his head, “They’re trying to help. Runespoor venom is difficult. It’s not responsive to a Bezoar.”

[was-wicked]

“Shhh…” Leta’s focus was bouncing, head pounding as she pondered whom to comfort, her husband or the screaming boy. She tried to stuff away her tears, grabbing both of Newt’s hands as she pressed her forehead to his, pressing a gentle kiss to both cheeks and his nose as she fell into deep thought.

“Go home Newt.” She whispered. “Go to Aegis and Theodora. I will watch over him. It will all be okay.”  She had made a promise, after all, to the other Leta. A promise she intended to keep. “Nothing is going to happen. I promise.”

[theyoungerscamander]

Newt nods, “I’ll be back…once they’re in bed.” He looks sick with worry, his hands fluttering even as he draws his wand to apparate home. His head shaking fitfully as he tries not to think of the worst. He looks ready to fall apart. He disapparates with a pop. Leaving her with the sounds of torment coming from that room down the hall. A nurse exits, rushing to the trashcan down the hall and losing her lunch. Visibly shaken from the scene in the room. The pained cries fade for a moment before they pick up again, seems the boy only needed the chance to get his breath back. 

[was-wicked]

Leta shook her head a little, trying her best to smile as he left though she felt as though she failed him, seeing him so shaken as she could do nothing but watch him leave, trying to console herself before approaching the room. 

The sight of the nurse caused chills to run up her spine, though she was thankful only that Newt didn’t see the sight, and that the cries had stopped until they, once more picked up, moving quickly into the room with a certain air of calm as the screaming picked back up. 

“Sol.” She called out quickly, quietly as she stepped in, looking about the room, “Sol are you in here?”

[theyoungerscamander]

Solomon is laying there, in the bed, his back arching and his head tossing on the pillow. The sheets covering him, mostly, but there’s sweat pouring from his face and neck, as he writhes on the bed. The sheet over his leg is dark with blood, and he doesn’t seem to notice her presence. Eyes rolled to the whites in his skull, mouth thrown open in an unending moan of agony.

[was-wicked]

Leta didn’t waste anytime to go to him, a hand reaching a top of his head. She unknowingly whined, grabbing a cloth from nearby and tapping his head then neck, humming a small tone to him, the sound uncharacteristically loud. “Shh… Mum is here love. Mum is here…” She didn‘t know what to do, but more than anything wanted to try and give him some sort of comfort. “Sol.. You are okay. You are going to be okay.”

[theyoungerscamander]

His skin is burning to the touch, his body stilling as she dabs the sweat from him. His eyes closing and his body shivering. He looks so much younger than he is, his hair plastered to his face from sweat. His leg twitching beneath the sheet over it. He looks pitiful. But at least he’s at rest for the moment, chest rising shallowly as he breathes.

[was-wicked]

“There you go. Everything is alright, just breathe.”

She allowed herself to relax as he did, despite everything that he is emitting, his burning skin, his shivering body, but she still did what she could, humming a small song in attempts to sooth him further. One hand pulled out her wand, summoning the pitcher of water on his bedside over to her side, dipping the cloth in the cold water before continuing her attempts to bring down his fever. 

She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know if she was doing this right, but anything she could do to help she would have to attempt. 

[theyoungerscamander]

He moans softly, blinking at her as he breathes slowly, “...Mum?  It wasn’t Dad’s fault. It wasn’t his fault. I rushed ahead...I just wanted to get done with this and get home. I didn’t listen. It wasn’t his fault.”

His voice is soft and weak, and he’s looking pale and small, “...I’m sorry Mum. I should have listened.”

[just-shower-thoughts]

In the wizarding world, rappers would be the hardest to battle. Imagine how fast they could cast multiple spells.

[was-wicked]

”The instant you start to feel something, you turn tail and run.”

Leta looked at the boy dressed in Hufflepuff robes and blinked before pulling the bag back on her shoulder and looking out in front of her and around at the people, checking for all too familiar faces.

“Don’t be silly Newt.” She brushed off his words with a whisper, hoping that perhaps if she talked as such she would , “I’m much more of a fighter and if we dally about anymore we will be late to Dumbledore’s class.” 

But oh Merlin was he speaking the truth, and never did she want him to know this. 

[theyoungerscamander]

Newt is quiet for a moment, eyes peering deeply into hers, before settling for that explanation and heading for class, “You know I’m right. You won’t let yourself care for anything or anyone. I’m lucky to be counted a friend.”

[was-wicked]

Leta stopped a bit, allowing him to pass her as she pulled away from him, eyes falling to the ground, watching her feet to avoid his looking at her so harshly. “Right.” She nodded, though even the word ‘friend’ regardless of how true the phrase was she’d never really discussed or said the term aloud, but she really didn’t want to talk on this. “Um. I forgot something in my common room. I’ll… I’ll see you later.” And she ran, like he accused her of, not looking back to see his face.

[theyoungerscamander]

Newt sighs, taking off after her, “Leta! Wait!” He didn’t care that he’d miss a class, this was more important, being a good friend to someone who didn’t even know how friends were supposed to act. Leta deserved better and he was going to do his best to help her however he could.  He gently grabs her arm, “Wait, I need a favor, and it’ll keep us out of the way of those Gryffindor girls, how about, you up for skipping a class?”

[was-wicked]

Leta jumped a little, quick to tense and get ready to defend herself despite how gently the hold he had on her arm, eyes widening though she only relaxed a little seeing it was him. 

“I don’t know… I know Professor Dumbledore likes you but I don’t want you to get into trouble.” She argued back a little. Though she wanted to run around it wasn’t quite worth the price of him getting into trouble.. Or more trouble. “You’ve already got enough detentions on my behalf. You don’t need to get another.”

[theyoungerscamander]

“You’d be doing me a favor, and if I get detention it’s my own fault, but come on, please Leta. I need a help with something out in the forest, and you’re the only person I trust with this.” He looks pitiful standing there, looking at her with hope in his eyes.

[was-wicked]

Leta sighed, shaking her head as she smiled a little. She never could turn down that puppy dog look in his eyes. “Fine.” She spoke quietly. “But if we get caught you’re running and I am staying behind, deal?” She looked at him with firm eyes. “Lead the way.”

[theyoungerscamander]

He takes her hand, leading her to their hideout, “There’s a new batch of Bowtruckles, and some of them have colds, they need some body warmth…and then there’s the bigger thing I need help with. I found this egg, and I don’t know exactly what it is, but it may be a dragon.”

[was-wicked]

Leta smiled a little at the thought of those poor Bowtruckles, nodding a little and knowing that was defiantly something the both of them could do. Mention of the dragon egg, however, made her stop. “Newt.. We can’t keep a dragon on school grounds.” She agreed to most of his creature ideas however this was sheer madness. “It’ll get to big! Where did you find it?”

[theyoungerscamander]

“…well actually I may have stolen it.” He mumbles, scuffing his shoe in the dirt, “There’s a trader a few blocks from my house, and he usually has illegal species, so I just thought…maybe…I could save this from being sent to someone who would hurt it.”

[was-wicked]

“You!” she stopped in her tracks, looking to him with concern and worry. He stole it? That… That wasn’t safe. “Newt as noble as that was you have to be more careful. That could get you hurt. Really, seriously hurt.” But she couldn’t help but be revealed, both for Newt and the creature. “A dragon is a lot… So your pretty lucky your bestest friend in the whole world is going to help you.” Leta’s smile grew as she grabbed his hand, “C’mon. Show me this dragon of yours.”

[theyoungerscamander]

He sighs, “I know it’s dangerous. I just didn’t want the poor thing to end up sold for it’s scales.” He smiles as she grabs his hand, leading the way to their little hut, “It’s at the hideout, sitting bundled up in some blankets.”

[was-wicked]

Dressed In White (OPEN STARTER)

Leta Lestrange was pacing back and forth anxiously, scared, but at the moment more stressed pacing back and forth inside of the room, staring everywhere but the dress in front of her and at the ring on her finger.

She’s never been this terrified in her life. Not when she left her home for America. Not when her father disowned her. Not when she kept her mouth sealed when faced with expulsion. Not when she told the truth of her secret. Not when she stood up to Grindelwald ready to sacrifice herself. Not even when she said yes to this whole affair. Now, the punishment was here with a reckoning.

Part of her wanted to call the whole thing off, change her name and run where he couldn’t find her. He didn’t deserve that, but part of her was beginning to feel he didn’t deserve to be stuck with her for the rest of his life. And it was horrid timing: There was a war going on for Merlin’s sake!

“I… I don’t think I can do this…” She stopped her pacing, a tremble in her voice, “I.. I feel sick.”

[theyoungerscamander]

“You look lovely.” Perhaps that wasn’t the best thing to say to his friend who seems to be having second thoughts ahead of her wedding, “It’s just nerves, Leta. It’s just nerves…that’s all, trust me I’m not feeling so well either, and I’m just the best man.” Newt is standing there, hands folded in front of him, his suit impeccable, save the askew bowtie, “We’ll get through this together, alright? Just like we do everything. Theseus sent me to check in on you, make sure you were alright and didn’t need anything.” 

[was-wicked]

She couldn’t help but hum a little, looking everywhere but at Newt but relaxing a little. Enough to lower herself onto the couch, hands shaking a little as she avoided eye contact, looking to the wedding gown as she adjusted her robe. That being said, she appreciated the company, not having a bridal party of any sort. “It’s not… It’s something else..” This wasn’t nerves. She knew nerves. This wasn’t it. At his words she chuckled a bit. “Glad the nerves are mutual. But what are you possibly nervous about.”

Of course Theseus has sent him. Did he know she’d be feeling this way? Had he sensed it? Was he mad at her for it?

“Together…” She hummed a little, not entirely sold on the idea. They hadn’t done things together in quite some time. Taking such leap… felt strange.

“Tell him I’m fine.” She sighed,

[theyoungerscamander]

“What’s the matter, Leta?” He tips his head, eying her with concern, “I could get my mum to come help with your hair, if you’d like…or I could be your bridesmaid too I’m sure that could work. I don’t want you to sit here alone.”

[was-wicked]

She looked up at him at last eyes falling to his askew tie causing her to shake her head a little and standing, forcing a smile as she fixed it for him. The last thing she wanted was to face Mrs. Scamander. While kind and Leta adored the women like her own mother, she often felt nervous around her. If she had to have one of them as Newt suggusted than she’d much rather be with him. “You didn’t answer my question.” She forced a smile avoiding his own about her. “What’s got you not feeling so well?”

[theyoungerscamander]

“I have to give a speech at the reception…and you know how I get around people…It’s part of the reason I almost turned down the part of best man. I don’t do public speaking very well…and Theseus has already told me to not draw any parallels with creatures during my speech…” He fidgets, chuckling a bit as she rights his bowtie, “I didn’t even notice it was crooked. Now I answered you, your turn, what’s got you feeling not so great?”

[was-wicked]

Leta chuckled a bit. Smiling up at him, finishing the job and sitting back to the couch. “He was joking. In fact I’d say do all the creature antidotes you can.” She grabbed his hand, squeezing it as an attempt of support. “You’ll do wonderfully Newt. I promise. There is no doubt in my mind or Theseus’.” At the turn of the question both her gaze, smile and hold on his hand fell as she shook her head. “Don’t worry Newt. You’ve got enough worry on your own things. And you always used to say that worrying means you suffer twice.” She attempted to detour the question then, attempting to avoid sharing the answers, “How’s Theseus and his groomsmen? Your mum?”

[theyoungerscamander]

He squeezes her hand in turn, worrying at his lip, “Still a bit nervous, but thanks for pointing out that the creature thing was probably a joke on his part.”

He smiles at her, “Worrying does mean you suffer twice, but I can’t help but care about you and your well being.” His eyes drop to her hand when it leaves his and he gently takes it back, thumb gently brushing over the back of her hand, “Leta, please, I just want to help, if there’s something I can do, I want to do it. What’s going on?” At the diversion he shakes his head, “Theseus and his groomsmen were drinking scotch when I left, talking about plans for the honeymoon or something. Mum’s making sure the floral arrangements are in the right place and in general keeping busy because that’s what she does to keep her nerves down.”

[was-wicked]

She gasped a little as he caught her hand once more. Looking away as she practically tried to hide

“I… I don’t think this is a good idea anymore…” She shook her head a little, whining as she said it aloud. “It almost feels like I should have died that night. That Theseus was supposed to move on. Find someone who wouldn’t be this terrified about marrying him I.. I..” Leta swallowed, tears welling in her eyes. “I feel like this.. Us will damn him.. And I felt it before.. At the start of us. But he kept pushing. Just like…” 

Just like her and him. She would shove and kick and bite but the Scamander’s kept coming back. Why? Was it because she never told them the truth on what she was? But even know that she was a monster they were still here.

“Sometimes I think I am cursed… Like I am some tide drowning those who try and get too near. And I can’t do that to you anymore. I can’t do that to him.” She shook her head, “Not when he, when you, can find someone better who won’t hurt you.”

Leta swallowed a little. “Is it to late to call this all of?”

Could the sacrifice of one hurt save them both from the greater one?

[theyoungerscamander]

“Leta…you’re not damning anyone, and you’re not cursed.” Newt sighs, gently squeezing her hand in reassurance, “But…if you truly do not want to marry Theseus, for some reason other than you think you’re damning him…then I will go and tell him that the wedding is off.” He looks at her with his head tipped, as though studying a creature, “You weren’t meant to die that night, and Theseus…he couldn’t have moved on if you had. You’re his world, Leta. His whole world. The only thing that keeps him from being a complete workaholic, and a total arse most of the time.”

[was-wicked]

Leta didn’t say much anything, just shook her head and clung onto Newt’s hand like a life line, not looking into his eyes. “I want to marry Theseus.” She smiled shakily. “I want to marry Theseus more than I have wanted anything in my life.” And it was true. “But Newt people get hurt around me. People I care about. I can’t hurt either of you anymore.” The tears finally fell. “I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.”

Despite panic she couldn’t help but chuckle, not believing a single word that left his mouth . “Theseus is always an arse.” She mused a little, raising her eye brows at him to face him at last, a few tears on her eyes. “I think he would be a lot better without me.. Safer… Maybe you both would?”

[theyoungerscamander]

He hugs her, drawing her close, and holds her, trying to provide the sense of security and love that Theseus always provided him with when he was younger. The hug is an awkward thing, given he never initiates hugs, but his heart is in the right place. He sighs, “We wouldn’t be safer without you. Before I met you at Hogwarts, I was getting beaten up or having my creatures harmed almost daily. As much as you say that I helped you stop your bullying, you stopped my bullies in their tracks. Theseus would have died at the Rally had you not done what you did. You don’t see how safe you keep us because that’s not how you are.”

[was-wicked]

She tensed for a moment when he hugged her, still as he talked until eventually she began to weep, hiding a little in his chest, not caring about the awkwardness just needing to comfort and melting into the hug. “I’m so scared Newt… I don’t want him to hurt and be stuck with me. I just.. I don’t think it should be me.” She sniffed, “You could use a far better sister and Theseus a far better wife. The people close to me seem to get hurt… And I can’t let that happen to either of you.” She hesitated, lowering her voice as though someone else in the room would hear and punish if hearing the words. “I love you both too much for that.”

[theyoungerscamander]

“Leta, we love you too much to let you be on your own.” He rubs her back gently, a thing that was common enough when they were in school, “You’re the best sister that I could ask for. And Theseus loves you so much that I think if he’d lost you at the Rally…”

His voice is soft, reassuring, his lips pressing gently to her hair, “People get hurt, that’s part of life. It’s not because of you.”

[was-wicked]

“B-But it is almost l-l-like it happens because of me.” It was ridiculous, she knew it was deep down but it kept happening. It always happened. She let someone in, she said she cared and suddenly people ended up hurt or dead. “I can’t hurt anyone else.”

But wouldn’t she hurt Theseus now if she ran? Hurt Newt? The very thought brought tears to her eyes, beginning to weep against Newt’s chest, tears of terror and panic overwhelming her being.

“Merlin’s beard. I don’t know what to do.” She spoke after a moments, trying to escape Newt’s embrace, wanting to find some place to hide but her eyes fell. “ I don’t feel like this is my right and yet I don’t feel as though running is either I… I don’t.. I don’t know what to do.”

[theyoungerscamander]

He let’s her go, not wanting to add to her discomfort, sighing softly, “I know. Why don’t I speak with Theseus, I can see if we can’t postpone the wedding a few days, and you can talk with him and see if there’s something to be done to make you feel better?” He’s not making her look at him, and his words are soft and gentle, as though they might break her, “I don’t want you to feel forced into doing something, and Theseus will understand. He’ll want you to be sure of your decision.”

[was-wicked]

✉ (For our timeline where Leta's with Newt)

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Accepting 

✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation)

Leta had been staring out through the open window, watching the world wander by. It had been quite the stressful few days and she should have been relieved to finally be out of her stressful environment, her mind couldn’t stop wandering. She didn’t 

They were so close to getting caught. They very well still could have been actively being chased. For all she knew her father or the man he was trying to marry him off to, some Roosevelt Nott, a crude, dirty man though he had paid a fair sum of galleon, was tracking her with his cold unboding and all too old eyes. Her father said it was too much for what she was but took it for good measure. Her and Newt had been communicating, trying to break her out, though she had lost hope, but he had gotten to her just in time the night before the wedding the two of them fleeing to some safe house, not without a fight though, the cruel face of Nott and her father still deeply engraved into her mind as she and Newt flew away. 

She hadn’t slept in days due to complete and utter terror that when she did she would have any freedom when she woke up. Now that she was out and in the same bed as the one she loved, Leta thought that peace would finally reach her slumber. Naturally, fate had other plans and the moment she closed her eyes she had one of the worst nightmare she had ever had in her entire life. It was much better for her, then, to stay up, as to not disturb Newt. 

She was moving to get out of the bed at the morning light to make breakfast when Newt pushed her back into the bed. “Newt?” Her voice was tired, eyes most certainly were as well, though she tried to hide behind a smile and a small peck to his nose before sitting up, “I will be back. You need sleep. I was just going to start breakfast and some tea.” 

[theyoungerscamander]

“I don’t need sleep as much as you do, love.” He gently draws her back, resting her against his chest, “We’ll fix breakfast and tea together in a little while, go back to sleep.”

His fingers gently stroke down her back, kissing her forehead, “You haven’t been sleeping. I promise it’ll all be okay, I’m right here, I’ll chase away the nightmares.”

His lips press soothingly to her forehead and his fingers tenderly trail over her spine, rubbing softly, his heartbeat steady against her ear, “I’ll be right here. You’re safe now, we’re safe now, it’s all going to be okay. I swear.”

[was-wicked]

“It’s not.. I just..” She shook her head, though did not fight . “I have been sitting. You have been plotting and planning.” She reached a hand up, running through his hair. “I’m not.. I’m not tired.” 

A lie, simply, more or less. She wasn’t tired. She was exhausted. “You’re right. I haven’t been. Is it really that obvious or should you have been a Ravenclaw rather than a Hufflepuff.” She tried to joke, hoping he would drop it. “No… Not it’s not the nightmares keeping me up.” It was the fact that he could stolen from her or they could get invaded and attacked and sent back, or worse- that this was a dream. That this didn’t happen and she would have to wake up and marry that.. man in the morning. 

“Newt.. Don’t worry about me.” She kissed his neck gently, hiding her head in his chin and feigning sleep. “Go back to sleep.”

[theyoungerscamander]

He runs his fingers through her hair, kissing her forehead, “Honey, nothing is going to take me away from you. We’re legally married, remember, Theseus was our witness, and Mum hexed the reporter for us.”

He sighs, “Please, nothing is going to happen to us, and nothing is taking you from me, or me from you. I promise. Theseus tried to go after the man who was going to marry you, but I told him that was an abuse of his powers. If you want, I’ll tell him to go after him.”

[was-wicked]

“N-No.” She sighed a little, looking up at him. “No.” As much as he had frightened her with his looks and words, she wasn’t entirely sure if him or anyone deserved the wrath of Theseus Scamander going after him. “Just hold me.. Please just.. Just hold me.”

The marriage was still new, perhaps that’s why she was still, to this day, so shaken around everything. It wasn’t that she was unhappy to be wed to Newt. No quite the opposite truly. “I’m sorry my love.” She whispered, kissing his neck again before nuzzling it slightly. “I just.. I can’t believe it still.” She had spent so long in fear, after all, it was strange to be with him. “It doesn’t feel real.”

[theyoungerscamander]

“It’s alright, Leta.” He kisses her cheek gently, nuzzling his head against hers, “It’ alright, I know it’s all new and strange. We’re both settling into this whole marriage thing.” He smiles at her, content to hold her and try to make her feel better, “I honestly never thought I’d get married. But it doesn’t seem to bad now that I am. Especially considering I got to marry my best friend. I’m just glad that you didn’t end up married to that awful man.”

[was-wicked]

Leta shivered a bit at the thought of him, though tried to hide it and hide from it, instead trying to bring herself closer to him as guilt filled her system. “I’m sorry.” Her voice was whispered, so much so and purposefully as she hoped he didn’t hear her as her watery eyes desperately attempted to avoid his own.

In some sense, despite how happy she was, there was so much guilt about him having to marry her, giving up his freedom in that way. “I’m sorry I forced you into that.” She sighed. “I’m sorry you’re stuck here.”

[theyoungerscamander]

“Leta, I’m not stuck here.” He sighs, gently pressing a kiss to her cheek, “You’ve nothing to be sorry for. Trust me. You’re honestly the only person I could ever imagine me marrying if I married. I only meant that I never thought I would marry. You’re my best friend, and isn’t that what marriage is supposed to be? Being with your best friend for the rest of your life?”