and not only because of the setting but also because newt is a hufflepuff

Perfect (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by ameliawilliams

Request:  Hiya! So.. lately i’ve been obsessed with your writing and Ed Sheeran, so I was wondering if you could write something like a songfic from the song Perfect by Ed Sheeran with Newt and the reader (even better if it takes place in Hogwarts but it doesn’t have to) also it’s ok if you dont want to or my request doesn’t make any sense, I hope you have a nice day anyway! xx - Anon

This is based off the song “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran

I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

You had first met Newt Scamander in your fifth year at Hogwarts.  He was your partner in Care of Magical Creatures.  He was a most handsome sight, but a shy one at that.  You loved nothing more than to talk to him.

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Newt Scamander first felt the feeling of true love in his third year at Hogwarts.  When he met Y/N L/N, his partner in Care of Magical Creatures.  He admired her strength, smarts, courage, bravery, everything about her.  Not to mention she was a real beauty.  Every guy in fifth year swooned over Y/N, leaving Newt down thinking he would never get to call you his own.  Little did he know, you loved him just the same.

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was

Your and Newt’s friends always teased you about how obvious it was you loved each other.  After months of begging and pleading, Newt’s friends finally got him to work up the courage to ask you out on a date.  Some of your friends were behind you when Newt asked you, and they started squealing of happiness.  When Newt asked you out it was clear he was very shy and nervous.  You had to help him finish his sentence.  You told him of course you would go out with him, and his adorable face melted into the happiest look you had ever seen the Hufflepuff show.  (Even happier than when you got to study Bowtruckles in Care of Magical Creatures).  

I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes you’re holding mine

On your date you saw Newt open up more than he ever had before.  He had so much more confidence now that you had actually said yes when he asked you out.  You loved this about him; how he could brighten up any room just by simply cracking a smile.  Towards the end of your date (which was a day in Hogsmeade during the spring)  Newt’s striking seafoam eyes stared into your E/C ones.  He lifted a hand to cup your cheek, and leaned in to connect your lips with his.  This was the bravest you had ever seen Newt.  Naturally, you kissed back as your lips moved in perfect sync.  It was a nice, slow, passionate kiss.  You both pulled away, but only for a second before you crashed your lips onto his.
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

A year later in sixth year, on a gorgeous autumn night, Newt took you out to the courtyard after dinner with him.  He led you to a spot in the forbidden forest that had been decorated with fairy lights.  It was a beautiful sight.  You asked Newt what this was, but before you could finish, Newt used his wand and set the needle on a record player that began playing lovely classical music.  Newt pulled you into his arms and set his hands on your waist.  Smiling because you knew what he was doing, you set your hands on his shoulders and began slowly swaying to the music. 

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

This happened just after dinner, and you weren’t wearing any makeup and the two of you were in your school robes.  Once you two picked up the pace a little bit and began dancing more freely, you laughed and said: “I look a mess tonight, Newt!”  All he did was peck a kiss to your forehead and say:  “Darling.  You look perfect tonight.”

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home

After your dancing date, you two were sitting side-by-side at the base of a large willow tree (not the Whomping Willow).  You had your head resting on Newt’s shoulder while he held your hand on his lap.

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own

Newt started telling you how one day he was going to marry you and you two would make the most beautiful children together.  You smiled and laugh, staring at the beautiful stars that dotted the sky like millions of raindrops.

We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds

Newt felt different around you.  A good different.  Like he could pour out all his troubles and secrets and you would be there to listen to every word he had to say.  You felt the same way about Newt.  You both rarely hid anything from each other.  And if you did it was most likely because of a surprise for the other.  You and Newt had been through everything together, a couple nobody could ever break apart.

I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes

Ever since you both began dating it was evident you were both happier people.  Nothing could bring you down, except a few fights here and there that often ended with hugs and flowers.  Newt loved you more than anything and everyday as he fell asleep he told himself:  “I’m going to marry her one day.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Ten years later, here you are.  Walking down the aisle with your arm linked in your father’s, a gorgeous and intricate white gown hung from your shoulders.  Your soon-to-be husband Newt stood at the end, a huge smile on his face.  As you finished the walk and stood next to Newt, he leaned over to your ear and very faintly whispered, “You look perfect tonight.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight

Newt and Y/N.  Y/N and Newt.  The perfect pair.  You were his angel.  And to think, when you first met you were nothing more than teenagers working together to pass a class at a school for witchcraft and wizardry.  Now, a married couple living in London.  Everything was… well… perfect.

Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

After all this time, Always (Newt x reader)

Originally posted by savemefromthisaddiction

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Summary: You always dreamt everything would be alright, you wanted to be happy and you wanted Newt to be happy. But, once again, you’re in the shadow. And this time, you can’t take it anymore.

Words count: 3949

Warning: Sadness and regrets

A/N: Hi! I’m sorry for not posting for a long time, I’m still writing but with school, I just don’t find the time with my studies (I’m the equivalent of a sophomore). But I’m on holidays so I’ll try my best to post stories. Well, I hope you all have a good day! And requests are open by the way!

And just before you start reading:

  1. -Y/S/N: your shop’s name
  2. -The italic stands for the place the reader is reminiscing the past

   You were rummaging through the pile of stuff in front of you, picking up what belonged to you. You were feeling so sad right now. You wished to be angry, to hate her, hate him. But you couldn’t: the only one you were able to blame was you. Because, after all this time, you thought for a brief moment that he would return your feelings.

   After all, you knew him since your childhood: your parents were in good terms with his and you quickly became friend with him. You were always the first one he would talk about his discoveries and you were the first one he told about his dream.

   At this time, you were still toddlers and all you could think -or much all you wanted to think- about was to dream of what you will be when you are older. You absolutely loved to hear him explain his dream to you: he would take care of beasts, just like he took care of his own Puffskein or his mother’s hippogriffs. He would make the world realise their importance and he would make everyone stop treating the poor animals badly. And you trusted him: if someone could do it, it was him! He was always so kind and so patient… Yes, he could do it.

   At the end of this speech, you always asked in a tiny voice « And, will I have the permission to travel with you? Because it would be so lonely without you… » To this, he would perpetually answer with a smile going all the way up to his eyes « Of course, you’ll come with me! You’ll help me and I will teach you about them and you will take care of them with me! »

   All of this started when you were so young… You never expected it to end in this way. And not now. But, to state the truth, you never expected it to end at all.

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why flintwood?

 There are three main aspects as to why Flintwood draws me in so much as a ship - as a writer, they have to do with what canon gives us, and what canon allows us to build off of. I personally love expanding on minor characters that aren’t as constrained by canon; therefore this ship is writer’s gold for me. 

war & peace - named for one another;

Starting from last names, the connection between Wood and Flint is pretty obvious - one incites the other. Tie in their given names, where Oliver equates to peace, and Marcus referring to the Roman god of war. Now, JKR is always deliberate in names, and her choice most likely refers to peace winning out over war in the end (Oliver beating Marcus finally in POA). But this naming explicitly ties these two characters together in a way I love to explore. 

What is interesting to me, in rereading their characters, is that Oliver is the one who is emotionally charged, quick to anger and retaliation in the face of Marcus’ needling. Marcus, on the other hand, sticks to more snide remarks, and seems relatively calm, albeit amused by Wood’s reactions. Oliver is noted as capable of putting aside all other concerns in favor of winning, even other’s well being. Marcus, on the other hand, seems to place more value on having the strongest team. He practices sneaky tricks and physical fouls on the pitch, yes, but doesn’t seem to want to risk the overall well-being of his team. “Peace” and “War” aren’t apparent in their actions, nor their motives. Both are bent on winning - the ways they go about it aren’t the usual representation. One could argue diplomatic Cedric Diggory seems to match a picture of peace better than Oliver does. 

In shipping terms, their names may speak to initial conflict, but digging a little deeper in the meaning of their names brings surprising similarities. Oliver also has meanings of affection; Marcus, defense and tenderness. It’s this semi-meta that’s drawn me in - that under the surface there is so much more to their characters, and so much could grow in a potential relationship. It makes for a fascinating play on characterization. As canon doesn’t give us much past the standard traits (enthusiastic mentor of a captain, the surly rival, respectively), I always go back to their names when writing. 

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Out of a Nightmare and Into a Dream~Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Next x reader story where they watched a movie and she was really scared her, and in the middle of the night, Newt hears her crying in her sleep, and he comes and comforts her and stays the whole night? (I guess it would be more modern day newt?)

Request: Can I request a Newt x reader where they share their first kiss? :)

A/N: I just want to say that I am so sorry for not writing or posting on here in forever, my life has been so hectic. I ended up combining two requests for this piece because I thought they meshed together quite well, and I will continue working on requests. I’m not sure which one will be done next, but I can promise that they will be done. Also can I just say how amazing and wonderful it feels to write again…it feels great. I also want to thank each and every one of you for being so kind and understanding, you guys are truly the best and I can never say that enough. I love you all <3

I’m sorry if this is kind of cheesy and/or trash.. I tried to make it as neutral as I could. Thank you all again so much, and please enjoy

Warnings: mentions of nightmares and horror films, a bit of crying, lots of fluff though

The frequent sound of popping arose from the small yet cozy kitchen of your flat as you shuffled around peering into various cabinets. While the night outside your window was rather quiet, your home was well lit and bursting with activity as you were gathering the last set of items needed for the movie night that you and Newt had planned days ago. Once the noise had ceased, you carefully picked up and finished preparing the popcorn before further placing the plastic bowl upon the surface of your coffee table in the other room. You let out a small sigh and admired the setup of the now blanket and pillow coated living room.

You and Newt had been friends for years, as you had both become friends during your younger days spent at Hogwarts. It was no surprise that you quickly became best friends with the awkward Hufflepuff that shared the same interest in magical creatures as you did, though while your interest was more of a simple curiosity, Newt’s was much, much more, which still remained evident today as he continued to collect information for his new book. The two of you were practically inseparable, and spending time in the library or by the grassy edge of the lake became a common occurrence. The two of you had even gotten on trouble a few times for sneaking off the castle grounds, resulting in the two of you tidying up the greenhouse or owlry, but neither of you minded, as the laughter you two still shared while cleaning made time fly faster than the golden snitch. After he had gotten expelled, you both found one another following your graduation and departure from Hogwarts with the help of keeping in touch through letters. You promised to write to one another as you both swept glossy tears off your cheeks at the train station of what would no longer be Newt’s home, exchanging your promises in hushed whispers only the two of you could hear. Years later, you were both older and more mature, but still the same (your house) and Hufflepuff from back then.

You turned your gaze to the unlatched case that sat atop your woven rug. You giggled slightly to yourself, as you knew that Newt had gotten side-tracked by tending to his creatures once again. He had told you that prior to your movie night he would be feeding the creatures and making final rounds of observing their wellbeing, but like usual, he had become swept away into the world that rested behind the brown exterior and golden edging of his case. You began to pad over to it in order to tell him that you had finished getting the snacks, but you were startled as a head full over cinnamon locks popped up. You stumbled back a bit, causing the newly emerged Newt to laugh to himself, allowing a gentle smile to grace across his freckled features.

“Sorry Y/n, didn’t know you were standing right there, and I’m sorry I took so long. You know how Pickett gets,” he said while continuing to climb all the way out of his case.

“Indeed I do,” you playfully responded back, knowing all too well of a certain bowtruckle’s “attachment issues.”

Newt started to dust off his shirt and slip off his boots, careful not to spread too much dirt on the floor of your home as you slumped into the couch that had been swallowed by a stack of pillows. Moments later, Newt flopped down next to you, and he peered up to look at you. Little strands of hair fell past your eyes framing your face, and the oversized t-shirt you had out on was sliding off your left shoulder.

He hated to admit it to himself, or anyone for that matter, but he had slowly but surely fallen for his best friend. He didn’t realize it at first, as he became too easily smitten with Leta, but after reconnecting with you, it was as if the empty part of him was slowly filling back up. He only thought that it was because he missed his best friend though, however, after noticing the way your eyes twinkled when you smiled and the fact that you always hummed a song while making tea, he soon understood that it was more than that. He had only now taken notice to the underlying feelings that grew even during his years as a young Hufflepuff. Unfortunately, he couldn’t risk losing you once again, so he continued to stay silent about it. He could live without you as his love, but he couldn’t live without you at all in his life.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt your body shift into a more comfortable position beneath a gray blanket next to him. Sitting up, he pulled a blanket over himself as well as he looked at the flickering movie titles that had appeared.

“So what’s the movie about again?” Newt questioned while you preoccupied yourself with munching on a few pieces of the salty snack.

“A psychopath, some kind of bloody murder, I think it surrounds a couple as well.”

Newt grabbed a handful of popcorn while raising his eyebrow slightly, “A psychopath? Bloody murder? Y/n, you hate those things, and scary stories in general, especially when you were a child…”

“I’m older now Newt; I’ve grown. Besides, these muggle movies don’t look that real or convincing anyways.”

He chuckled to himself once more before grabbing more popcorn, “Alright Y/n whatever you say.” You stuck your tongue out at him in a joking fashion before dimming the lights and immersing yourself in the film.

Unfortunately, after less than an hour in, you had to beg Newt to shut off the movie, as you were too frozen and shaken up to do it yourself. Your judgement of the muggle-made film was very different from the plot of the movie, as you did not think that so many instances of the psychopath jumping out of places would occur. You had also expected some blood and violence, but you hadn’t expected anything close to what you had witnessed.

You covered your face with your hands as you tried to block everything out while Newt turned the movie off right before the murderer could slice his next victim’s throat. The eerie silence consumed the room, and you let out a frightened scream as you felt something brush against your leg. Though it had only been Newt settling back onto the couch, your imagination tried to convince you otherwise. He could feel your apprehension radiating off of your form, and he tried his best to ease your fears, as this was not the time for an “I told you so.”

“Y/n, don’t worry it’s just me. Come on, you can take your hands off your eyes now,” he murmured to avoid distressing you further. He carefully pulled your hands and set them down at your sides, “Don’t worry, look the movie is off, and like you said earlier, they aren’t real.”

He gave you a small signature smile, and you reciprocated it. You gave a small yawn and you figured that Newt was just as tired as you were, so you simply asked him if he wanted to stay over “like old times in the common rooms.” Newt replied with a gentle nod and helped you get more situated before assuring you he’d be close by. You tried to shuffle and make room on the couch without making it too awkward, but he noticed your failed attempt and settled on sleeping in the smaller couch chair on the other side of the room. Newt honestly wouldn’t have minded sleeping that close to you, but like you said, you didn’t want to make it awkward or weird, and he respected that.

After a few exchanged goodnights, the two of you nestled under piles of blankets and pillows with the lights still partially on and departed into a world of dreams.

Hours crept by silently as the stars continued to flicker against the blackened sky above the world. Newt shifted in his sleep as he arched his back in an attempt to get more comfortable. Compared to you, he was a lot taller and larger, and his body was not a fan of the small chair that he had decided to sleep in. He turned over while still under the blanket, messy curls in his tired eyes when he heard what sounded like faint whimpering drifting over from where you were asleep. He quickly sat upright, allowing the blanket to pool down past his chest and onto the floor. Quietly and dazed by sleep, he stood up, checking to make sure he hadn’t misplaced his wand while he was at it.

“Y-Y/n?” he spoke softly yet still loud enough to attempt to grab your attention, “Y/n?”

He padded over to your sleeping figure that had stated to twitch slightly under the fuzzy blanket you had cocooned yourself in. As he walked closer, slight tears forming rivers down your cheeks became noticeable, shimmering like moonlight on broken glass. Newt wasn’t entirely sure as to what was going on, but he had the hunch that it might have stemmed from the observance of the horrific muggle film that had struck your core with fear earlier. Concerned, he gently started to shake your shoulder in an attempt to wake you to escape from whatever you were enduring. He repeated your name a few more times, each more frantic at the next, as your tears only increased. Finally, after a tear had managed to slip from Newt’s own eyes, you shot up and awake, chest heaving up and down as you tangled your hands in your hair in a flustered fashion. You didn’t know where you were or what was going on, as the last thing you remembered was being trapped in a hellish dream. Your (eye color) eyes locked with Newt’s own oceanic ones, and instantly, tears began to burst free from your eyes once again. Sniffling and sobbing, you wrapped your arms tightly around Newt, wanting nothing more than the reassurance that you were in fact out of the darkened fantasy realm of your nightmare and in the safety of the real world. Newt quickly reciprocated the action, embracing you as you cried into his rumpled shirt and whispered comforting words to calm you down.

“Shhh…It’s alright Y/n. Everything is okay, and it’s okay to let it out,” he whispered as you clutched onto him tighter, simply afraid of losing him. Maneuvering his hand carefully, he caressed the back of your head, massaging his fingers through your messy bedhead. He remembered the times that you would come into the Hufflepuff common room well past quiet hours with tears stinging your eyes and shards of sadness stabbing at your fragile heart. Newt would play with your hair as he did now, knowing it used to send your flittering heart into a state of tranquility rather than a fearful frenzy. He felt your body quake and jump at minor movements and sounds such as the wind, so he continued to do his best at helping you relax.

You composed yourself, or at least tried to, before muttering jumbled words and sentences, “It was…madness…man was going to g-get me. S-sorry Newt, I’m…dark…was horrible…”

Your words came out in stuttered and fearful strand, tangling themselves within one another, which only made you more upset. Newt however only continued to hold you closer.

“The man can’t get you here Y/n, and it was all a nightmare. Like the movie it wasn’t real, and you’re safe here. It’s okay to be upset about it, but know that they can’t get you, alright? Besides, I’d hex them before they could even lay a hand on you.”

To this you let out a small tearful giggle, as his gesture and warm smile mended and calmed your racing heart. Newt smiled and tried to hide his pinkish blush that burned upon his cheeks. The two of you sat in silence, allowing minutes to wander, simply taking in the surroundings, before Newt tried to distract you from your thoughts with memories of the happy moments from your younger years.

“Try to think happy thoughts Y/n, like our times at Hogwarts, those were happy, or at least I thought so,” he rambled, “Like that one time where it was snowing at Hogsmeade and we snuck off to go get butterbeer…”

“…After you tripped and fell into that abnormally large pile of snow?” you interjected while trying to stifle a laugh at the thought of how he had popped out of the snow like a daisy with snow highlighting all his radiant features and rosebud cheeks. Newt’s blush returned before he gave a soft nod, and you had started to comfortably hold one of his large hands, fiddling and playing with his calloused fingers.

“Yes, that one,” he smiled, “Or do you remember the time where we snuck out to the forest, and the…” he began to trail off in a hushed whisper while you began to stop toying with his hand. He looked down at you, innocently curled up in a blanket with small trails still evident from you crying upon your now rosy cheeks. You shifted to face him, and you took in his own disheveled appearence while you two still sat close, with his other arm still draped around you.

“And the, t-the pixies in the forest were…” He tried to continue but failed, as you two were closer than you ever had been. He wanted to comfort you, and he hadn’t really paid attention to what was happening until now. He knew he was holding and comforting you, but the magnitude of it all had just now struck him, like an arrow almost. Your eyes were inches away from his, and he felt guilty for focusing on his own thoughts instead of your own, as he was supposed to be reassuring you that everything would be okay. A single tear slipped down your cheek, causing Newt to frown because he figured he was doing something wrong. Except before he could part his lips to apologize, you had pressed your soft ones upon his, and he could feel a few more tears swiftly cascade down as they bounced onto his own cheeks.

With his eyes shut he moved both of his hands to your waist, firmly holding you tightly and still with the blanked. Your messy hair drooped and brushed against his own face, along with the gentle touch of your soft finger tips. He thought about how he should pull away, how he should apologize for not helping you more after the nightmarish incident, but he also didn’t want it to end. His chapped lips and calloused hands melted into your sweet and gentle being. You were angelic and resplendent, a breath of cool winter air in his lungs. He deepened the kiss, losing himself in you once again. Never in a million years did he think that a situation like this would turn into something, well like this, and he never thought that the so-called friend he’d been desiring and hiding his feelings for would ever act this way towards him. His thumb wiped away stray tears and inecurites before his lips departed from yours, despite him wanting more.

“Newt, I…I’m so sorry I don’t know why I did that,” you breathed out, more embarrassed than fearful now. Your nervousness began to form a pit in your stomach. You had just kissed your best friend out of nowhere and you had probably just corrupted the platonic relationship you shared with him.

“Y/n…” he stared at you, mouth slightly open as the shock still lingered in his system, “Merlin…it’s fine, I’m actually kind of glad that you did, really glad actually.”

“You, you are?”

“Yes. I, well I’ve kind of had a fancy to you, but I was too frightful to propose such an insane statement, especically if you didn’t feel the same, I mean perhaps you don’t even feel the same now, Y/n I…”

You cut his adorable bombardment of words by placing another short yet passionate filled kiss upon his lips before murmering against them again, “I was scared too Newt. I don’t really know what came over me. I guess I just felt kind of overwhelmed with everything from before and you were caring and sweet and kind…”

Newt smiled at your rambling as well, grinning at the trait you two both tended to exhibit in situations like this.

“I absolutely adore you Y/n, and I think you’re the most beautiful and incredible person there is. I meant what I said earlier, I’ll never let anyone harm you and I’ll be right here for you.”

He pulled you into his chest and rested his head atop yours, his hair flopping around as he blushed wildly beneath it. You let out a quiet yawn and soon you were snuggled tightly not only under a blanket, but also in Newt’s firm arms. He settled the both of you on the single couch, arms around you to shield and protect you from anything and everything bad that could come your way. You felt him nuzzle his face into your neck as your eyes slowly faded into sleep once more.

“Goodnight Newt, and thank you for everything tonight, both the comfort and you know…”

“You’re welcome Y/n, and I’ll be here in case something bad happens again. Just wake me up and I’ll cuddle and help you,” he whispered against your skin. Your sleeve of your shirt slipped down from being previously pulled up again and you finally allowed sleep to take over. Newt’s lips sweetly placed a kiss on your forehead before he too fell victim to much needed slumber.

Your night had taken a bit of a turn for the worst, but you knew that everything would be alright. You had once been lost in a terrifying nightmare mimicking the movie of hours ago, but now you remained content and in the arms of your best friend whom you held close to your heart, as your dreams slowly filtered into your reality.


➳ gryffindor taehyung

part of the BTS X Hogwarts series.
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Originally posted by bwibelle

it looks like he’s wearing gryffindor colours im dead

Merry Christmas everybody! I had planned a bunch of Christmas themed things for you guys, but as always, I run out of time to write them and I’m the slowest writer in the world- so, I’m really sorry that there could be no real Christmas scenarios or drabbles this year. Next year, however, I do plan on hosting some Christmas drabble games, so, hopefully that is enticing enough for you to stay.

Nonetheless, we’re back with the BTS x Hogwarts series, continuing with no other than Kim Taehyung!

  • Unlike Jimin, the Sorting Hat was fairly fast upon picking Gryffindor for Taehyung
  • Although it was torn between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, the hat chose the latter and Taehyung was honestly thrilled upon entering the most legendary house
  • He has no real friends in Gryffindor, as he entered as a lone wolf, but he’s one of those kids who makes friends before he’s sitting down after being sorted
  • So it’s no issue, he’s friends with everybody if he can help it
  • I think Taehyung would be one of those students who really wants to prove how worthy he is of being in Gryffindor, so he always works hard in his subjects and is really understanding and supportive towards his housemates in any year
  • First years tend to follow the influence of other students so they’re always too afraid to approach other houses
  • Not Taehyung
  • Taehyung is contagious and everybody in Hogwarts either knows him, is friends with him, or has heard about him. He’s just somebody who unintentionally causes a bit of trouble and can sometimes be the cause of many misunderstandings and disputes, but he’s such a hardworking and loyal student and friend and he’s quick to diffuse any tension if he can
  • Okay, going off into visuals, everybody’s favourite part

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Seventeen Hogwarts AU - Intro

Intro - The Boys

Here are some short intro profiles of the boys at Hogwarts. More detailed information, as well as reasoning for houses, will come in the house by house breakdowns. *Despite the year placings, I would still view them as around the ages they are irl.

Seungcheol: Gryffindor/7th year/Head Boy. An excellent leader and friend, and a fairly decent student too. Someone everyone trusts and admires, and his only weakness is that sometimes he’s too soft on his friends and is a bit of a pushover. Used to be the Captain & Keeper on his house’s quidditch team, but quit in his 7th year to focus on his NEWTs. Despite being a Gryffindor, he tries his hardest to be the best qualities of all the houses, so he can be a good leader to everyone that looks up to him and not let them down.

Jeonghan: Slytherin/6th year/Prefect. The living definition of “minimum effort, maximum results”. He may be extremely lazy and a little manipulative, but he has mastered the art of getting things done in the quickest and easiest way possible. He considers people to be his best asset, so he spends extra time looking out for and ‘nurturing’ the younger students. It may have surprised some, but it’s his interest in people and knack for efficiency that made him perfect for the job of Prefect.

Jisoo: Hufflepuff/6th year/Prefect. Kind, gentle and unassuming, he’s probably everyone’s favourite senior. He’s extremely good at settling arguments and comforting his juniors, and he, Jeonghan and Seungcheol make a great team on the leadership body. He’s very committed to everything he does, whether it be schoolwork, his friendships or being extra and trying to crack jokes and make the younger ones laugh.

Junhui: Hufflepuff/6th year/Chaser. Talented at everything but very humble, his friends are the most important thing in the world to him. He’s the friend people can tell anything to, no matter how embarrassing and problematic;he turned down the offer to be prefect so that he wouldn’t lose their trust. It is a known fact that he gives the best hugs. Always the most happy when the people around him are shining and doing their best and he does everything he can to help them achieve that.

Soonyoung: Ravenclaw/6th year/Beater & Captain. Very active, mentally and physically, his brain is always moving from one idea to the next, not always in the order he wants it to. He spends a lot of his classes doodling quidditch plays and dance choreos, and often spends his free time reading up on the next term’s work because he finds it interesting. Half the time he’s very excitable and funny, and the other half he is focused and relaxed, which makes almost everyone at the school love him.

Wonwoo: Ravenclaw/6th year. A level-headed and considerate guy, he was a little unsure of himself as a younger student but now is very confident and happy with himself. He thinks a lot of things but doesn’t always find them worth saying, which makes many think he’s cold, but his friends know that his words are always honest and meaningful. Often skips classes to read, sleep or write, and is barely passing most subjects, but he doesn’t really care.

Jihoon: Slytherin/5th year/Prefect. He’s the top student in his year, incredibly hard-working and wise. He can be a bit of a perfectionist, but only because he is very passionate, and not only wants the best for himself, but also for those he cares about. When he’s not too busy, he actually gives really great advice, and he’s always honest. Music is his heart and soul, and it’s what allows him to keep an open mind and heart.

Seokmin: Hufflepuff/5th year/Prefect/Beater. Cheerful and bright, he’s great at making people feel loved and special. He’s not the best with words, but he knows how to make people smile, and that is his greatest joy in life. His friends are no joke to him, though, and any wrong word or action in their direction can really set him off. He’s never had to fight anyone yet, because his position as beater is enough leverage to scare them off.

Mingyu: Gryffindor/5th year/Seeker & Captain. His size and status may scare some at first, but he is incredibly kind and caring, if a little stubborn. He’s always afraid of hurting people’s feelings, so he only jokes around with his friends, who know he loves them; in turn, he doesn’t mind being the butt of their jokes because he knows they love him. Very skilled in many areas and is always willing to help where he can.

Minghao: Slytherin/4th year/Keeper. Still quite young but very self-assured. He is confident and commands respect from his peers but is also known to be a lot of fun and is greatly loved. He is very observant of those around him, and is a solid and ever present support to both his peers and his older friends. He wants to be head boy someday, but for now he loves parties.

Seungkwan: Gryffindor/4th year. Outgoing and lively, he knows how to make any situation fun for everyone, even if its at his own expense. Incredibly selfless and will throw himself under the bus to help or protect someone else. “I’m putting my ass on the line for you, so this better be worth it. My ass is very valuable.” He MCs and announces for all school events; if there’s a microphone, he’s on it. He has a brilliant way with words that leaves people either in stitches or in tears.

Hansol: Ravenclaw/4th year. A somewhat reserved, quiet boy that people often underestimate. However, when he’s comfortable and around people he trusts, he is much more open and expressive. He’s very artistic and creative, with a love for writing poetry, but only his closest friends know this. Spends most of his time learning about music and literature, and only manages to pass his magic classes because of his talent in practical tests. 

Chan: Gryffindor/3rd year/Chaser. He’s very young, but found his place quickly at Hogwart’s thanks to the welcoming seniors he calls his friends. He’s still very wide-eyed and really enjoys getting involved in everything he can, and learning as much as possible; he puts his all into everything and it really shows. He’s already quite mature, and very firm in his beliefs and his determination to defend and support others. 

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Us Against the World

Summary: Reader is a muggleborn Slytherin that becomes friends with Newt.  Newt meets Leta and doesn’t realize that Leta bullies the reader because of her heritage. I will say that Newt is a little OOC, but I couldn’t help it >.> (This is so bad and also my first attempt at any fanfic so don’t kill me….please leave tips of how I can better my writing! Thanks)

Warning: Some mention of torture: Crucio is used, as well as beating.

Originally posted by preshfinn

“Y/N! Wait up!”  You turn around to see your best friend stumbling through the hallways, face flushed as he tried to catch up with you.  With his Hufflepuff tie askew, he stopped in front of you to regain his breath. 

“Come on Newt! We’re going to be late to potions, and you know the Professor hates it when I’m late!” you scold as you fix his tie. 

“Thanks Y/N” he says blushing as you rush to the classroom. You both take your seat in the middle expectantly waiting for the Professor to start his lecture.  

“Good morning class.  Today we will begin working on Dreamless Drought with assigned partners. The list of partners are on my desk, take a look and sit with them.  The potion is on page 254. You may begin.” The Professor disdainfully looked at the students. “Remember - switching partners is not permitted.” With that he took a seat behind his desk watched the students carefully.  

You went up to scan the list looking for your name as well as Newt’s. And that was when a perfectly good day ended up going downhill. 

Y/N L/N - Melissa Bones
Newt Scamander - Leta Lestrange 

Melissa was a nice enough girl, a Ravenclaw that didn’t care whether you were a Muggleborn or a Slytherin seeing that you were one of the few that actually took studying seriously.  The only problem was Leta. The girl that only existed to make your life a living hell. 

First Year:

You walk into the common room, excited to meet those who were ambitious and cunning enough to make it into the prestigious house of Salazar Slytherin. 

“Hello, my name is Y/N nice to meet you all.” you introduce yourself to a group of girls.  The ring leader stood up and asked one question that would determine the rest of your Hogwarts life: 

“Leta Lestrange. Parents muggle or pure?”

You nervously glance up to the slightly taller girl. “Well both of my parents are muggles, but they thought it was amazing that I got into such a distinguished school.” 

“Just as I thought” she sneered, “you’re nothing but a filthy mudblood.  Mudbloods have no place here.”

For years to come, you would be harassed by your peers. By Slytherins because you were a mudblood and by the rest of the school because you were a Slytherin. Then you met Newt.  He was your bright light at Hogwarts. The one that didn’t really know what was going on, but was there for you regardless. You had run into him while hiding in the hippogriff stall, trying to hide from your classmates, and taking comfort in the majestic beasts that stood tall and proud. You had seen Newt before in some of your class, never really noticing, but the day he happened upon you was the day your friendship started. “H-h-hello, my n-name is Newt.” As time went on he eventually got over his adorable stutter to speak in confidence around you. 

You snap back to reality as you realize your other classmates want to see who they were paired up with.  As soon as Little-Miss-Pureblood saw who she was partnered with, she gave a nasty smirk that promised to take the one good thing away from you. 

Melissa set up the the cauldron as you gathered the ingredients walking past Leta’s attempt at flirting with Newt. Anger clouded your mind because Newt didn’t deserve to be dragged into her schemes.  Normally you would struggle with picking ingredients, but the one good thing that came from your anger was awareness.  You walk back to the potion Melissa was monitoring and simmered with it, as you watched Leta whisper in Newt’s ear. Naturally your group finished the potion first, allowing for the two of you to leave early. You decided to go the library, seeing that both you and Newt had a free period after Potions and usually went to the library to relax.  

Engrossed in a large book about the social customs of centaurs, you were startled by Newt excitedly placing his book bag next to you, radiating  enthusiasm.  “Y/N, you never told me Leta was interested in magical creatures as well! She’s so smart and pretty and-”

You blocked off his praises of Leta to force the tears trying to escape your eye back in. You had always had a crush on the shy, sensitive Hufflepuff, and this hurt more than anything you had felt before.  “Newt, I don’t think you should hang around with her.” you interrupt, not looking him in the eyes.

“W-w-what do you mean? Am I not good enough for her?” 

Your heart broke to hear his insecurity about himself but you pressed on. “No I just don’t think it’s a good idea to hang around with her. If anything you’re too good for her. Besides, it has always been the two of us against the world right?”

Then things began to escalate. This was the first time you had seen Newt angry- and it was at you. “So I can’t have any other friends besides you? Is that what you’re saying?”

“NO! I just don’t think you should be friends with her. She’s evil and a bully. She bullies me

“Don’t be horrible Y/N! Just because you don’t want me to be friends with her doesn’t mean you have to lie. Besides you can’t decide who I can be friends with and who I can’t be!”

With that he snatched his things and stormed away.  You sigh and put your head down, your eyes watering as you realize you may have lost your one friend at Hogwarts.  

That night as you went to your dorm, Leta stopped you.  “Awww is the little mudblood sad that her pathetic Hufflepuff is mad at her? Just when I thought you couldn’t be anymore pitiful you surprise me.”

You decided to walk away, knowing any violence you did would be turned against you no matter what. You do, however, create a shield around yourself just in case someone tried anything when your back was turned. Sure enough, a spell went ricocheting back, hitting the wall. You turn and smirk, your mask fully in place as you climb up the stairs. “I might be a pitiful little mudblood Leta, but I’m sure it’s better than being an inbred cow that is getting lower grades than this pitiful mudblood.” You disappear into your room, mask shattering as you relieve the day’s events. 

The next day Newt didn’t even look at you, instead preferring to sit with Leta in all of your classes. You decided to skip lunch, unable to deal with seeing Newt and Leta. 

You sit under an oak tree, soaking in sun as you started on your homework.  It was a rare moment of peace, seeing that everyone was at lunch, so being productive was easy.  

The bell rang signalling the end of lunch.  You sigh and pack your things, ready to go to Charms, one of the few classes you didn’t have with Newt, but did have with Leta.  All through out the class Leta had been give you glances that spelled revenge for the comments made the other night.  She had the motto that no one made a fool out of her, she made a fool out of everyone else. You ignored her and went on practicing the charms assigned to you. When the class finally ended, you packed quickly, ready to leave your last class of the day.  You ran through the hallways, always looking behind to make sure no one was following you.  When you finally reached your deserted corridor, you relaxed.  

“Hem hem”

You whip around to see Leta and her little gang of cowards blocking the entrance. 

“Do you know how much a dear you little Hufflepuff is mudblood? He gave away all of your little secrets for the sake of a little kiss. Could you believe it? I mean, how feeble-minded can you get?” 

“Don’t you dare talk about him like that you-you-little good for nothing-”

“Now I believe that you might want to rethink your next words dear mudblood.  You see, I think you’ve been getting too relaxed around us and I think we need to teach you a lesson.” 

Newt had been walking to your secret corridor to apologize for yelling, and to see if you would accept him back, even though he had kissed Leta Lestrange.  He reached the corridor and saw you cornered by Leta and her friends.  Catching the end of the conversation he turned deathly pale, frozen with shock. 


You made a whimper but other than that you didn’t make a sound. The feeling pain filled your soul, but you were use to it. You were use to the feeling of intense agony by fourth year.  

Leta ended the spell and turned to her minions. “Have at her boys.”

The rest of the Slytherins beat you, causing your crimson blood to stain the floor.  They soon left, which was the thing Newt needed to unfreeze and run towards you. “Y/N! Y/N please!” 

You lift your head and saw the blurry figure of your best friend, your love.  With a sigh you closed your eyes and gave into the blackness you had been fighting.

When you woke, you realized you were in the Room of Requirement, something Newt and yourself had discovered in your 2nd year. You raised your head and saw Newt consulting some medical books the room had given him.  

“Y/N! Y-y-you’re awake! I would have taken you to the H-h-hospital Wing, but this was c-c-closer so I thought that it would be b-better to clean you up, and then take you there.”

“No Hospital Wing” you groan as you get up. 

“W-w-what? These injuries are serious Y/N! You need to go there!”

“Just give me my wand Scamander. Please.” 

Just as you thought, the sound of his last name coming from your mouth, jolted him into obeying you. He numbly gave you your wand, and you began casting spells that would reset your bones and clean the blood off of your face.

“Tergo. Episkey.” 

You wince as the spells take effect, but the routine was normal to you. 

Newt watched in sorrow as he started to realize why you were so good at healing spells.  “H-how long has this been g-going on?”

“Since my 1st year” you respond blandly. 

“Why didn’t you ever tell me before?” he asked, hurt. 

“I didn’t want to worry you.  And besides its not as if you believed me anyways.”

“I’m so so sorry, Y/N.” He looked me in the eyes, his filled with anguish and yours blocked, mask in place. 

You didn’t respond, but allowed Newt to take you to his dorm, so you wouldn’t have to go back to Slytherin. 

The two of you never spoke about what happened, afterwards, but slowly, your heart couldn’t let you not be friends with Newt. Your friendship gradually built up, and when Newt got himself expelled you got yourself expelled as well to go with him, and it was once more the two of you against the world. 

nadinedimples  asked:

If you don't mind I would really like a newtxreader where the reader is a really short(5') sytherin who stood up to bullies for newt even though she's really insecure for newts feelings for her. Really fluffy and sweet with some of newts children (fantastic beasts). I understand if you don't have time or you don't like the prompt but I'd really appreciate a pick me up. Thank you so much for your time I think your a fantastic writer.

Newt Scamander X Reader – An Unlikely Friend

A/N – Sorry this took so long, major block. Also, since we’re in troubling times right now hopefully this will help people cheer up a bit ; )

Warnings – None.

Rating – T


Originally posted by elenarinya

“-and that’s how we brew a Confusing Concoction.” Professor Spraydel, a greying lady with more hair than she could contain, concluded after a brief introduction to the lesson. “Now, everyone into pairs please, you’ll be working together to make the potion. Mr Scamander, I’m afraid we have an odd number in class today so you’re with me dear.”

The class snickered as Newt sloped to the front of the class; this was a weekly occurrence since the class was always an uneven number yet Professor Spraydel always presented it like it was something new.

You glanced at the empty seat next to you where Olive Perplinski usually sat. Apparently, she was still in the hospital wing after being incorrectly hexed during the previous Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson; the spell had been mispronounced, resulting in toxic purple smoke escaping Olive’s mouth whenever she spoke.

You raised your hand, “Excuse me Professor, Olive hasn’t come back from the hospital wing yet.”

“Oh.” Professor Spraydel perked up, eagerly taking the opportunity to put Newt with somebody his own age. “In that case, Mr Scamander will pair up with you for today. Go on now dear,” she ushered him to the back of the class, “that’s it.”

Somehow, Newt looked even more embarrassed to be working with another student rather than the teacher. You wondered momentarily whether it was because the two of you were the only Slytherin/ Hufflepuff pairing or if he was just afraid of you like he was the other students.

“Now everyone, you have 45 minutes to complete the concoctions and five minutes to test them at the end; antidotes will be provided afterwards. Begin.”

“Hi.” You said over various sounds of bubbling cauldrons, chopping boards, and clinking vials.

Newt hunched over his potions book, hiding his face with a mumbled, “Hello,” back.

“I’m (Y/N).” You continued, undiscouraged by his shy nature.

“Yes, I k-know.”

You smiled empathetically. If you had been as ostracised as Newt had been during his time at Hogwarts, you would have probably acted the same way. You’d often observed Newt from afar during the years because Slytherin and Hufflepuff were usually put together for shared classes; it gave you time to admire his gentle manner and patience, even if he tended to get a little distracted. You also appreciated that he never fought or snapped back when bullied, which was the majority of the time, nor did he become bitter as some others may have done; it complimented his shy nature.

In the past, you’d desired the opportunity to speak with Newt and extend your hand in friendship but on the few occasions that you’d attempted to he was nowhere to be found; today’s potion lesson would be your first real chance.

“So, I think if we start with dried sage-” You picked the wrong ingredient on purpose, hoping that it would help bring him out of his shell.

“(Y/N), NO!” He grabbed your wrist from the cauldron which was bubbling away with pre-gathered blob fish mucus.

“Something wrong?”

“It’ll uh- It’ll explode.”

“Oh? Well, I best put this down then. Alright, where do we start?”

“It um- it’s actually dried rosemary so uh, you weren’t far off.”

“Right, I’ll chop that up and you can tell me what I need to get next.” You placed him in charge of the situation, deciding to take over if he got too anxious later on.

“Um I- I d-don’t think that’s a good i-idea.”

“Nonsense, if it weren’t for you, this pot would be up in smoke. So, I’ll get to chopping.”

With ten minutes to spare, the two of you had what looked to be an exquisite potion and as suspected, once Newt new what he was talking about in regards to the concoction, he had become much more confident, talking more to himself than you; you didn’t mind, so long as he wasn’t distressed.

“You did great Newt.” You praised excitedly, “You ever thought of being a potioneer?”

Newt blinked rapidly, taken aback by the comment, then once again bent over pages of his notebook, clamming up completely.

“Awh, don’t tell me you’re shy now, seriously, I think ours may be the best in the class and-”

“Can you just stop?” Newt murmured shakily.

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t have to pretend to be my friend anymore, the lesson’s almost over.”

A stray tear escaped him, you looked around to see that nobody was watching, leaning against the book to shield him from view in case he should cry some more. “Hey, it’s okay, I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just… I thought we were doing really well together and you’re real’ nice so-”

“That’s enough.” He whispered more harshly this time, a finality to his voice. “It’s bad enough that people hate me, I don’t need you setting up some elaborately cruel prank and pretending to like me to make it hurt more.”

“Newt, I didn’t- That’s not-”

“Ooh, this looks promising.” Professor Spraydel interrupted, cutting you off.

You didn’t get a chance to explain to Newt, he hurtled out the classroom as soon as the class was dismissed.

“Oy (Y/N).” Michael Bowspark called over. “Pity you had to work with such a freak innit.”

The group around him howled madly with laughter, clearly waiting for you to join in. You bristled, and yelled, “SHUT UP MICHAEL.”

You ran out in search of Newt, leaving the group in stunned silence for a few seconds before more raucous laughter followed you out.

In the following weeks, Newt avoided you completely, even in lessons. It wasn’t like before though because snapping at Michael lost you the few friends you had within your own house. Although you knew it meant they weren’t real friends and you should be glad to be rid of them, you’d never felt so utterly alone; Olive only stayed with you for lessons because she had to.

Unbeknownst to you, Newt kept an eye out, waiting to see how long it would take for you to admit the game was over and regroup with your friends; as each day dwindled on, it became less and less likely that you would, and more obvious that this may not be a game or trick of some form. Still, he kept his defences up, staying away from you just in case, disappearing as he always had after lessons in case you got the urge to search for him.

You gave up hope of companionship for a while after a nasty argument in the common room. Various snippets of unimportant conversation surrounded you as you trudged flights of complicated moving staircases to the library where you hoped you’d find peace.

“-and the nurse couldn’t fix her boils-”

“-It’s true, the slugs really ate my herbology homework-”

“-So, I can’t go home for Christmas now cos’ me pa hates muggles-”

“-P-p-please, let me -d-down-”

You came to a halt, searching for the source of the last voice which was unmistakably Newt’s terrified squeak. It didn’t take long as a small crowd gathered at an unmoving area of the staircase where a lanky, sneering Ravenclaw girl had just begun levitating Newt for all to see; she was flanked by two burly Gryffindors, who you supposed were her bodyguards. Without hesitating, you ran up the last few steps, pushing forcefully to the front of the crowd.

“What’s your bets lads?” The girl jeered through her incredibly nasally voice. “How many spins before he vomits?”

You stood behind the taller, more built guy, though it was hard to call him a guy as opposed to a walking slab of beef with a face. Despite the fact that he was leagues taller than you, as most people were, you reached up, yanking his hair back sharply and pulling him closer to your level. He screamed in agony, turning everyone’s attention to you. The Ravenclaw turned to you, casually slinging her wand over her shoulder, keeping Newt suspended as he watched with streaming, embarrassed tears.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The Ravenclaw demanded casually.

“YOU. PUT. HIM. DOWN. RIGHT. NOW.” You spoke through gritted teeth, unable to contain your seething fury.

“I think you’ll find that I have extra muscle.”


The girl’s lip curled, making her face look more like that of a rat’s, “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.” You raised the boy’s head slightly, showing your full intention and capability.

“Urgh, fine.” She huffed, lowering Newt slowly to the floor, where he scrambled up, getting behind you for further protection. “It’s not like he was much fun anyway, come on boys.” She parted the crowd, who were dispersing at your savage gaze as fast as they could manage to get a staircase.

“You alright?” Your tone took a worried edge on as you turned to Newt, craning your neck to face him properly.

He was wiping his tears away whilst staring at you in disbelief, constantly wondering how something so small could be such a threat, “Y-you were r-really going to h-hurt him.”

“Actually, he was really heavy, I doubt I could’ve done much.”

“T-then how-”

“You make a scary face and keep a confident voice, it’ll fool most people. Though, come to think of it, you should learn some defence spells or something, then you’d be okay.”

“I k-know the spells, I just d-d-don’t like to use t-them.”

You exhaled tiredly, leaning your head against the wall to laugh almost silently. Newt watched as if you’d gone mad.

“(Y/N)? Are you a-alright? If you need h-help-”

You waved his offer away weakly, gasping for air between more desperate giggles, “You’re- really- something- Can’t- believe- you- know- how- but-”

Newt caught your drift, laughing a little himself, though often checking to see that you were okay for him to join in.

When you finally regained control, you asked in all seriousness, “What were they even doing it for?”

“I uh- I wouldn’t tell them where I go after classes, they thought it would be a good place to bunk off lessons.”

“Ahh, your super, secret hiding place, got’cha.”

“Y-Yes quite. Um, actually, (Y/N), I’m afraid I o-owe you a bit of an apology about that p-potions lesson.”

“Forget it.” You smiled, relaxed.

Newt tensed up, stating formally, “I will do no such thing. You were being polite and I made a rather rude assumption against your good name. I swear, I’ll not rest until I make it up to you.”

“Oh yeah? And how’re you gonna do that?”

“I’ll… I’ll…” He paused, the sudden bravado disappearing as quickly as it had come until he looked a little hopeful, “Do um, do you like magical creatures?”

You chuckled quizzically, “Sure, I think they’re unique.”

“Then I’ll… I’ll show you my hiding place, come on.”

He walked past you, gesturing for you to follow down the many steps you’d just travelled up. You followed eagerly, curious to see how the magical creatures and his secret place interlinked.

To say you were out of breath was an understatement. You were used to long walks through the Hogwarts grounds but you didn’t usually have to trek through the thick wood of the Forbidden Forest in full uniform. At first sight of the forest you had been hesitant to proceed, knowing of some of the dangerous creatures that lurked within but at Newt’s first real smile at you, you knew that it would be okay somehow, like he knew what lay ahead.

After trekking further on, until you could only see the towers of Hogwarts above the treeline, Newt stopped in front of a large thorn bush. He pushed a few of the branches aside, leaving a small opening for you to enter. You looked from the opening to Newt, seeing how it was too small for any person.

“Don’t worry, it’s safe, I promise.” He reassured you, nodding back at the gap.

You sighed, hunching up as small as you could to avoid the thorns but you quickly realised that each one you hit turned to smoke then rematerialized as though it had never been touched.

“It’s just an illusion.” Newt explained, following you in and putting the real thorn branches back where they belonged.

You came to the end of the illusion tunnel until you were in a rounded hut, made entirely of weaved willow. Piles of cushions and muddy blankets covered the floor, acting like a thin carpet, and animals the likes of which you’d never seen had nests and sets in various spots of the room.

You were awe-struck as you watched a small, green, leaf-like creature climb up Newt’s trouser leg.

Newt looked down, “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about him, this is just Pickett, he has some attachment issues.”

“And Pickett is a…?”

“A Bowtruckle. He was my first rescue, it seems his family tree suffered lightning damage but he was the only one who stayed to protect it, I imagine that’s why he has issues with others of his kind.”

The confidence faded from Newt’s voice momentarily as he gazed at you apprehensively, “Do you… do you like him?”

By now Pickett had stubbornly made his way up to the crook of Newt’s elbow, you bent down to the creature’s level, “Hello Pickett, it’s very nice to meet you.”

Pickett paused, not used to being addressed by anyone other than Newt. He turned to glare at you, sticking his tongue out in obvious disdain.

“Now Pickett,” Newt reprimanded, “that’s not how we treat guests, be nice to (Y/N), (s)he was nice to me.”

Pickett ignored the request and continued his climb.

You were about to speak again but you were interrupted by a mournful warbling, you felt the sudden urge to cry at the terrible sound, like something dreadful had just happened but you couldn’t remember what.

Newt bent to see four small, murky green chicks, residing on a bright yellow pillow, “Ahh, Audrey, now is not the time for that, see, your sisters are being nice and quiet, aren’t they?”

“What’s wrong with her?” You asked sadly. “Is she sick?”

“No, Augurey’s simply chirp when it’s about to rain but she tends to do so at any given time, it’s why she can’t be reintroduced with the others when they grow a little more.”

You raised your eyebrows at his use of the word chirp, “So she doesn’t get the weather right, how come that means she can’t go back out there?”

“Augurey’s only fly in the rain, and since Audrey can’t get it right it would make her survival increasingly difficult.”

You nodded, feeling a little better now that the wailing had stopped. “So this place, you made it?”

“With magic.”

“And you rescue animals?”

“Yes, I want them to be understood as something more than potion parts… I-is that okay?”

You looked back to Newt, who was towering nervously nearby, much closer than he was before, “Just tell me one more thing.”

Newt gulped apprehensively, waiting for you to run out and tell the headmaster.

“How can I help?”


“This is a great cause.” You stopped to admire a fairy that had just appeared in front of you. “I want to be part of it.”

Newt’s heart skipped a beat at your apparent enthusiasm, “F-forgive me for saying it but… I’ve never met a… a Slytherin like you.”

You smiled, shaking your head slightly, “Yeah well… we’re not as bad as you’d think. So, can I help then? Am I in?”

“Y-yes, of course. C-come on, I’ll t-teach you about kneazles.”

You moved to a small pile of books, kept safely behind a fireguard away from the creatures. Throughout the remainder of the day, Newt taught you all about the creature’s he kept, pointing out why he kept them and why the needed him. Even though it was a lot to take in, you felt confident that with Newt to teach you, you’d be able to remember it all in no time.

Newt Scamander x Slytherin!Reader Part 1

A/n- the first part to Newt x Slytherin! Reader is here! A part tow will be written, but next up on my headcanons imagine list set thing is part 1 of Newt x Gryffindor!Reader. I hope you all enjoy and thank you all so much for the support. I should have at least one new imagine up in the following few days. Have a great day all you lovely people!

Warnings-Minor swearing, fluff, and emotional fluffiness

This is based on these headcanons:

Part 2:

You had just finished your potions assignment and were heading back up to the dormitories when it all happened so suddenly. With your textbooks pressed against your chest and your bag snapped shut, you had decided to go and perhaps take a nap before having to study for the next day’s exams. You tucked your wand away as well and brushed your hair out of your eyes before ascending up the staircase. As your foot crept onto the final step at the top, the halls seemed to echo with shouting.

“Aw little Salamander’s off to play with his friends ay? Oh wait, the only friends he has are those imaginary creatures he talks to down by the lake!” you heard, recognizing it immediately as Atticus, one of the older Slytherin boys.

Another voice began to follow, “Who could ever like a person like you? You’re nothing but a waste of space anyways you twit,” and it was none other than Draven, one of Hogwarts’ own notorious bullies.

As you came more into view, you noticed what exactly was going on. A small group of Slytherins had gathered around Newt Scamander, a quieter Hufflepuff boy whom you had only seen in the library a few times earlier. Newt’s face was turning pink and becoming streaked with a few tears as Draven wound up another punch and directed it right at his chest. The others soon joined in, beating and kicking around his body while he tried to desperately to protect his face. He felt so weak, so useless, with most of the damage spewing from their words.

“Hey!” you yelled, fueled by emotion and anger. You might have been a part of a house where being cruel was expected, but that was not who you were on the inside. You marched on over to where the boys were to stick it to them. “Leave him alone, what has he ever done to you!?”

Atticus let out a chuckle as Draven held his punch with his other hand still grasped around Newt’s collar. With a shove, Newt sunk against the wall and onto the floor, trying to shield his face still.

“Well, Y/n, nice of you to see you. You wanna have a go?” said Draven as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Piss off Draven, and stop harassing people.”

“Now why would I do that? Salamander here is a brilliant punching bag.”
You glared at him and smirked before speaking once more, “Take your group and leave or I’ll tell Angela that it was you who stole her stash of sweets, and might I add how feisty she gets when people take her things?”

Draven uncomfortably stood there before making another threat to Newt before he and his gang of idiot booked it. You let out a sigh and turned to reach a hand out to Newt, who at this point was still on the floor. With a look of fear still evident in his eyes, he cautiously took your hand, yet still feared it was another harsh trick.

“I won’t hurt you, those idiots shouldn’t have done that. I’m Y/n.”

“N-Newt, and thank you for doing that back there, I really appreciate it, r-really.”
“You’re welcome, I just don’t like to see people getting hurt. Do you want to head to get some bandages and medicine?” you hadn’t noticed until now that he had received a few minor cuts along his face and arms, with the most prominent being on his lip.

With a nod, the two of you then walked off, but little did you two know, the future had more in store.

You were sitting outside in the grass with Newt as he brought out some cookies he had gotten from the kitchen not too long ago. They were still warm to the touch and extremely delicious, similar to the ones your parents made when you were a child. You were just sitting and enjoying one another’s company and looking for creatures near the lake shore. The two of you had cultivated a friendship that many saw as strange, but you didn’t care. Newt was unique and kind, and also quite funny and adorable as well.

However, Newt often felt upset that he had become your friend, not because he didn’t like you of course, if anything he thought that you were one of the best people he had come to know. He was upset that you two were friends because of the negative effect it had in terms of bullying. He felt that it was his fault that Draven and his group had begun to tease you as well, since you were now friends with the “school weirdo.” They found it strange that a girl of your house and beauty would rather sneak off with Newt to the lake or hide with him in the library talking about plants and such. He loved having someone to talk to, but he felt ashamed that the whispers were now directed towards you as well. You were selecting another cookie before Newt spoke quietly.

“Y/n, can I ask you something?”

You responded with a mouth full of cookie, “Of course.”

“Do you regret being friends with me?”

You choked on bits of cookie and coughed a bit before stuttering, “N-Newt are you insane? Why would I regret being your friend? A-are you feeling okay?”

“Yes I’m fine, but people always make fun of you now and it’s all my fault. Don’t you miss not being ridiculed or called names or being laughed at because of me?”

The hurt in his eyes was clear as you told him your answer, “It’s no big deal, plus why would I want to go back to that time? You and I didn’t know each other then, and you’re one of the greatest people I’ve ever met in this whole school!”
“You mean that?” he sniffled a bit.

“Of course I do Newt, you’re my friend, and I wouldn’t trade you for anything.”
The two of you sat in silence while the wind rippled the water on the lake. Everything was so surreal. Newt looked over at you and brushed a piece of hair away from your (eye color) eyes, taking in your beauty. His feelings had stayed private for so long, and he wanted nothing more to wrap you up and to kiss you right now, but he didn’t want to take a chance and ruin your friendship.
He didn’t want to take a chance, not yet at least.

Winter approached and the air turned frigid, allowing you to bundle up in your favorite scarves and gloves. You were on your way to meet Newt in the library since it was too cold to go into the forest today, but you stopped walking when you heard your name in the distance. You turned to see Newt nearly trip over his own feet and you laughed.

“I thought we were meeting in the library?” you laughed still giggling.
“I-I um, yes but there’s a thing I w-wanted to sass you, ask you!” you found it cute that he was stuttering, not that you didn’t always find him cute.

“Y/n will you go to Hogsmea-,” he tried to get out, but it was too late to do so without Draven’s posse entering the scene.

“Oi Salamander! You have a crush on Y/n? That’s adorable! Too bad Y/n is wayyyy out of your league,” he snickered. Newt stood silently, cheeks red from embarrassment. Laughs echoed the hallway as he regretted what he had tried to do. He just wanted to ask you to go to Hogsmeade, as more than friends, and it had taken him weeks to get the courage to ask you. He even got you some chocolates for you as well, but now, he wanted to just hide in a hole and vanish from the world. He tugged his sleeves down to cover his arms, as if it would make him more invisible as the school laughed and hollered.

“Salamander you’re nothing but a loser, why would you even think about asking her?” chortled Atticus and a few other boys. Newt let a tiny tear sail down his cheek past his mouth.

“You’re such an idiot Scamander. Y/n thinks so too!”

You looked over at Newt in slight shock. He liked you back. Newt Scamander wanted to ask you out. You couldn’t believe it, but you also felt horrible for what he was experiencing. You could feel the anxiety radiating off him like a hot coal. Laughs swirled around and mixed with whispers, and you then decided to give them something new to talk about.

You grabbed Newt by his shirt collar and kissed him hard on the mouth in front of everyone, and you didn’t even care that people were now screaming in shock. Gasps were heard from the group of Slytherins while a few other cheered lightly, but you could care less. Your lips melted into his as he lowered his hands from the air to your waist, taking all of you in. He had only planned to maybe, possibly, ask you to go on a small date with him, but this was unreal. He remained disappointed when you broke the kiss and peered at him as a blush rose to your own cheeks. He was eager and decoded to pull you in once more, his cheeks matching your own crimson shade. Passion flew form your chest and made your heart explode. You never wanted to let go of him, but you also remembered that this was the middle of a hallway.

You gasped as Newt released his tender lips off of your soft ones before pecking you once more.

Needless to say, he wouldn’t be walking around Hogsmeade alone this time.

You entered your common room with delight. Your one year anniversary with Newt was approaching soon, and you couldn’t be more in love with the boy. He was different, but the most amazing kind of different. He wasn’t some reckless quiddicth jock or stuck up know-it-all, he was Newt, the boy with the beasts. People still talked, but you didn’t care. Every moment with him stole you away from the real world and into one of love and enjoyment. Whether it was lacing your hands together for a cup of tea or having a heated make out session behind one of the main towers, every moment with Newt was special.

Although, something seemed off when you walked in. A few slytherins were whispering among one another, and they stopped when you took notice. Draven then appeared behind you.

“Hey Y/n, did ya hear about your little Salamander? He’s being shipped out on the train! The damn loser got himself expelled!”

You glared at him, and you pulled out your wand prepared to hex him.
“You shut your mouth Draven before I hex you, you’ll be speaking lies out of your arse next time.”

“You think I’m lying, go see for yourself. The train is leaving at three anyways,” he flinched with a smirk before walking away. You glanced at the clock.
It was half past eleven.

You stuffed your wand away and bolted to where Newt supposedly was.

You skidded to a stop when you saw Newt pacing nervously.

“Newt!” you called with tears brimming your eyes. He peeked up from his thoughts and rushed towards you pulling you into a hug.

“Y/n I was going to come see you-“

“Tell me it isn’t true.”

Newt looked down at his shoes and trunk, which you noticed was sealed and tagged. Tears erupted and you slammed into his chest, holding on and refusing to let go as your heart swelled with bursting and agonizing pain. The two of you held each other close because you knew in a few minutes, all of this would go away, like waking up from a blissful dream.

Newt broke the hug to pull a blue leather pouch from his pocket. He unclasped it and slid a silver and teal pendant into his large hand. The necklace was beautifully engraved and etched and the gemstone looked clearer than any ocean. He sifted it in his hand before gazing into your teary eyes.

“I-I got this for you,” he stuttered, “I was going to give it to you next week o-on our a-anniversary b-b-but since I won’t be here, I wanted to give it you now.”
You allowed him to draw your hear back and clasp the intricate necklace around your neck and he gentle touched your collarbone before looking at you lovingly.
“So beautiful, darling,” he whispered under his breath, awestruck by how it made your beauty even more mesmerizing and enchanting than before.

“Thank you Newt, It’s beautiful.”

“Not more than you of course dear.”

“I love you Newt, I don’t want you to leave,” you cried.

“I love you too dear, and I don’t want to either.”

The train’s whistle sliced the tension like a knife. Newt had to board now. He sealed your lips with him once more, passionately kissing and sucking on your lips as you ran your hands through his hair. When he broke away, your tears slid down once more.

The last thing you saw was his broken hearted wave as the train pulled Newt away from Hogwarts forever.

Newt Scamander x Reader - Bow You Idiot!

Title: Bow You Idiot!

Pairing: Next Scamander x Reader

Rating: G

Word Count: 3146

Warnings: None

I know this probably isn’t what you wanted entirely but I hope it’s alright. I was having a lot of struggles with the plot because why would Newt not like you if you liked magical creatures too? But I did my best. I hope you all enjoy it!

Request - Anon: Newt x reader where the reader gives newt a run for his money with her knowledge of magical creatures. At first they can’t stand each other, but they eventually find themselves falling for one another.

Originally posted by claraoswan

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I Promise

Request:  Could you do a newt x reader were thereafer is about to be executed and newt does everything to save her because he loves her ? Lots of fluff?

A/N: It’s been a long wait, but alas- it’s done. Also, it’s a bittersweet ending but like- everything is okay at the end. It’s light fluff (:

Word Count: 1,336

Three words rung through Newt’s head as he sprinted down the Congress’ hallways. His feet slapping the pavement echoed in the barren corridor and would soon signal the guards, but for now he had time. Or at least he hoped.

You sat quietly in an all white room, afraid to make a single noise. ‘Sentenced to death’ chanted in your head. Your thoughts roared and screamed, your heart hammered in your chest, and your body begged to just move already. But you stayed still, back straight up and your head held up high.

Your father’s words weaved their way through your head. “Never show them weakness. Hold your head up, no tears, not one sound. Keep the family image.” Your family set a precedent for you, making it impossible for you to defend yourself against actions you hadn’t even performed.

You were the only one to witness an important MACUSA figure die by ‘dark magic’ and when the Congress found this out, they immediately made up their minds. Yes, your family had done bad things before, dabbled within the realm of Dark Arts, but you hadn’t and never would. But that didn’t matter to anyone else, if you shared the same last name, you’d share the same fate as your ancestors. So you thought if no one would give you a chance, you would act like your predecessors. Throw up a grim facade and accept that fate bestowed upon you.  

'But would this make Newt proud?’ Your conscious chided, reminding you of your travel companion. A frown formed as you thought more about him. He would be disappointed that you were acting this way since he was constantly reminding you that you weren’t like your family; you were special and different to him, you were his best friend. As much as you wanted to be more, you never confessed your feelings to him, but you were starting to regret that now. But now, you doubted Newt would want you back, he was at the quick trial when they revealed what had been done and he looked- upset. Whether it be because he believed everyone else who stated that you murdered the man, or another reason you didn’t get to learn.

The silence came to an end when the witch approached you, wand in hand. “You brought this on yourself, sweetheart. What a shame, really…” She said, referring to the crime you did not commit, as she placed the tip to your temple and extracted wisps of your thoughts, then casted them into the water below. Clips of you and Newt from your time in Hogwarts flashed by. The time he showed you creatures in the Forbidden Forest, another when you had been hit by the Whomping Willow because of your stupid idea to mess with it, and the summer you two spent at his home when you had ran away from yours. Everything looked so damn inviting. His smile and freckles, the curls that bounced on top of his head. You leaned in to get a closer look, almost touching the wate-

“(Y/N)! Stop it! Get back up!” You shot up in your seat at hearing his voice, almost thinking it was a hallucination until you saw the door wide open and the very same man standing there. The two attending witches quickly shot hexes at him, but Newt was fast and counteracted their spells. As the small battle ensued, the chair you were occupying was nearing your imminent death. This completely snapped you out of your trance and you panicked.

“Newt!” You screamed, trying to get his attention. He had successfully disarmed one woman before looking up at you, eyes wide with alarm. He didn’t have enough time to take action before the other lady shot a spell at him. The man ducked and the hex hit her coworker. This gave him a small window to take her out and focus his attention back on you. The situation was looking bad, with your chair a few inches above the crystal liquid.

“I- I have an idea. You need to stand up.” Newt rushed out, desperate to save you before it was too late. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, not after all these years together. It wasn’t as if you two were dating, no he believed he wasn’t good enough for you, but he loved you dearly. Loved you more than a friend should love the other. It made the Hufflepuff furious that your trial was unjust, that your fate rested in the hands of biased witches and wizards who only saw your surname and not who you were as an individual.

By the time you stood up on the chair, there was only two inches of space of air between life and death. Something green and blue flashed before your eyes and you smiled when you caught sight of it. Swooping Evil. You weren’t exactly sure what Newt was planning, but somehow the exotic creature was part of his little rescue plan.

“When I tell you to jump, do it! I’ll be here to catch you, just like always.” He reassured you, arms opened and ready. You nodded your head and prepared, heart pounding in your chest. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, both out of excitement and fear.

“Three, two, one! Now!” The man yelled just as the beast glided right below you. You leaped off, stumbled on the back of it, then fell into Newt’s arms. You opened your eyes, looking up at his face and smiled.

“We should go considering how I can hear guards approaching.” You quickly announced while hopping out of his embrace, took his hand, and raced out of the room as fast as possible.

When the two of you finally reached the other side of town and the safety of his case, Newt turned you around harshly and dug his fingers into your shoulders. Both of you were panting, trying to catch your breath and comprehend what had just happened. He was the first to say anything and you stood there, listening to his rant.

“Yo-you are a lunatic! What were even doing there with him all alone! Terrible things could’ve happened if I wasn’t there in time! You cou-could’ve died! Could’ve died before I told you that I- I love you…” Newt rushed out, squeezing both your shoulders and lightly shaking you. “I- I could’ve lost you forever…” He muttered under his breath, darting his gaze to look at your expression. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes and he didn’t do anything to stop them. How could you not see how devastated he would’ve been without you?

You hands moved to rest on his shoulders and your eyes held remorse. God, you felt so guilty for doing this to Newt. Words got stuck in your throat, an apology seemed too little for what you just put him through. So you did the next best thing and pulled him into a tight embrace. All the adrenaline wore off and now you felt exhausted and guilt-ridden.

“I won’t leave your side ever again. I’m sorry about everything that’s happened and for what I put you through, but I don’t want to leave you because I think I’m in love with you Newt. I’m sorry it’s taken this much for me to admit this. Sorry that I couldn’t see how you felt long before all of this unfolded. But I won’t leave you, Newton Scamander. Never.” You murmured into the crook of his neck. You pressed chaste kisses on his cheek, reassuring him you were actually there with him. Tears fell from his eyes and hit your skin, making your heart ache for the poor man. You wiped the tears away from his face gently and cupped his face, then your lips moved to lightly brush against his.

“Promise me you won’t…” He choked out and held onto you firmly as if you were going to disappear if he let you go.

“I promise.”

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The Star

Originally posted by k2so

Requested: Yes, by @klmpun

Pairings: Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: Y/N is determined to surprise Newt with the Christmas tree when she gets home, but she is too short to reach the top of the tree.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 880

A/N: I somehow started to miss my little Hufflepuff angel after a few days without a fic for him, so have this short little drabble. I hope that you guys like it, it is one of my favorites that I have written recently. Feedback is the loveliest thing, so feel free to drop some in my ask box, or in the comments!

You were going to finish before Newt got home. He had been working so hard on his book that you hadn’t had time to decorate for Christmas whatsoever. Although he was trying to hide it, you could tell that he wasn’t feeling as festive as he usually was. He didn’t want to bake gingerbread cookies or look at the lights that various businesses had strung up for the festive season.

So, that night when you got home from work. You managed to wingardium leviosa a pine tree into the case, and a group of Bowtruckles helped you hang up the lights. After that, you were on your own. You made quick work of hanging up the ornaments, trying not to worry about the fact that Newt was going to be home at any moment.

The last of the ornaments were on the tree, a few presents were spread out underneath the tree. All that was left was to put the star on top, and in your rush, you somehow forgot that you were a wizard. You had run around the case for a solid five minutes trying to find a ladder. Thankfully, Newt had a spare one, and you grabbed the star and clambered to the top. Unfortunately, you managed to place the ladder a few inches too far away, and you were leaned precariously over the edge.

You thought that if you leaned just a few more inches to the side, you were going to finally get this damn star on the top of the tree, and then everything was going to be perfect when he got home. Just a few… more… inches

And then you were falling.

“Accio!” and then, you were in Newt’s strong arms, his kind eyes and his warms smile calming your racing heart.

“Hey there.” He laughed, raising his eyebrows.

“Hi,” you breathed, grateful that he had managed to catch you. he seemed to always be doing that. It may not have always been in such a literal way, but he was always picking you up when you were down.

“What were you thinking?” he laughed, setting you down and glancing around the room.

“I wanted to surprise you and decorate because you weren’t feeling Christmas-y and that isn’t something that I am okay with. So,” you took his hand and led him to the tree, “I decided to do something about it. But, I couldn’t reach the top of the tree, so I was trying to put the star on the top and of course you saw how that went.”

“Did you forget that you are a wizard?” he asked, quirking his head to the side.

“Excuse me?”

“You could have levitated the star to the top of the tree and have avoided an entire set of problems.”

“I guess that you make a good point, Mr. Scamander.” You said, pulling him closer to you by the lapels of his coat.

“And what would that be, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked, smiling down at you devilishly.

“That I do get a bit flustered when I am around you.” you laughed, pulling him in for a kiss. The two of you stayed there, beside your decorated tree, completely consumed in each other.

Sometimes Newt got so wrapped up in his work that he did not stumble home until the wee hours of the morning. You could never blame the creatures, but you did wish that their sleeping schedule would lend itself more kindly to your own. Especially when Newt slipped into bed and shoved his frozen feet against you, with little thought to the yelp that you let out upon contact.

But, in moments like this, you were just grateful to have him, even if it was only for a short while before he inevitably ventured back out into the cold.

“I got you something.” You said, voice a bit breathless after pulling away from the kiss.

“It isn’t even Christmas yet, and you know that I have a tendency to leave things to the last minute.” He groaned. Even though you knew that he was upset that he didn’t have anything for you, but you knew that he also really wanted whatever it was that you got him.

“You can relax, because this isn’t even your Christmas present. I just know that you needed a new one and soon. Besides, there was some spare wrapping paper laying around, so I thought, why not?” you explained, handing him the package that you had spent more time than usual wrapping perfectly.

He peeled away the paper to find a new leather-bound journal, with an inscription on the inside of the cover. “To my magizoologist, let us have many adventures to fill this book. -Y/N” Newt read. His eyes remained on the journal for a moment, before meeting yours. You couldn’t remember a time that his eyes were so filled with love.

He immediately gathered you up in a nearly bone-crushing hug, the feeling of love almost overpowering as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Thank you darling,” he whispered, his breath tickling your neck.

“You are so incredibly welcome,” you whispered back, hoping that you would always feel this happy, and this loved. Something in the back of your mind promised you that you would.

Emerald Green Limerence


A/N: As a Slytherin, I’m here to stand as a representative for all my misunderstood housemates. 

Word Count: 1,459

You awoke from dreaming status when unfamiliar voices could be heard outside your door inside the Goldstein sisters’ apartment. You weren’t aware of any guests who were coming over that day and found it quite odd as well since the sisters would tell you ahead of time if company was to be expected. It wasn’t that you were bothered that there was unannounced guests but rather that you were awfully shy and socializing didn’t come easy to you like it did with Queenie and and Tina.

Queenie knocked on your door and opened it a slight bit, pulling you from thought then looked up to give her a small smile. “Hi, sweetie. Tina brought some boys back for dinner and all. It’s not a problem for you, is it?” She asked and you shook your head.

“No, not at all. I’ll- uh… be out in a moment. I have to freshen up quickly, okay?” You murmured and moved off you bed to change into more appropriate clothes for the house guests. You opted for your favourite emerald green dress and smiled at your reflection. It reminded of you of the Slytherin house you’d spent seven years of your life in, and a tiny sense of house pride still remained despite the fact you knew other people commonly disliked Slytherins. You nodded once at your looks, confident that you looked half decent, then exited into the main room. The table had already been set for dinner, Queenie was bustling about and creating her signature strudel while talking to an awestruck man already seated, and Tina had been chatting with someone. You chose to stand in the back of the room, not wanting to attract attention to yourself but the plan was quickly shattered when the brunette woman looked over at you and greeted you. The man who she was holding a conversation with always directed his gaze towards you, making you blush furiously at the attention you were receiving.

“Well- hello. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” You squeaked and gave the whole group, who all now had noticed your presence, a timid wave. Queenie had noticed your distress and swiftly announced that dinner was ready and for everyone to be seated. You silently thanked her, letting out a sigh in relief before taking your seat at the head of the table across from the man in the blue jacket.

Over the course of dinner you learned the names of both strangers and why they were with Tina in the first place. The wizard, Newt Scamander, had been in town for magical creature business and had accidentally exposed the muggle, Jacob Kowalski, to a bit of magic. Newt had given you small glances throughout the meal which both made your cheeks hot with embarrassment and heart flutter. ‘You’ve only just met this man! You have to stop these ludicrous thoughts about him!’ Your mind barked at you, causing you to advert your gaze away from the captivating man. You spent most of the time in silence, observing everyone making conversations, yearning for someone to look over at you and start a conversation. Nevermind you couldn’t hold one that well with unfamiliar people due to your shy nature, but willing to make an exception for Newt. As if he was reading your mind (though to your knowledge Queenie was the only person you knew with legilimency) the man looked up at you and spoke.

“Your accent obviously isn’t American so I assume you’re from England?” He gave you a small smile, as if relieved that there was another Brit in New York. You nodded and smiled back. Newt continued. “Then that means you went to Hogwarts, correct? What is your house? I’m a Hufflepuff.” Oh. You definitely could not tell him your house in fear of rejection from such a sweet Hufflepuff like him. You never were as nasty as some of your housemates, but no one gave you a chance to explain yourself or bother getting to know you better, to see that you were actually quite kind, when you would tell them that you were a Slytherin.

You opened your mouth to reply until Queenie cut you off, thank Merlin. She shot you a wink before piping up. “I think it’s time for bed, yea? I know I’m exhausted, aren’t you (Y/N). And surely you are too, Mr. Scamander and Mr. Kowalski. Tina can show you where you can stay for the night!” You hurriedly thanked for the meal and excused yourself from the table to rush back into your safe haven of a room. Newt looked at your retreating figure, head tilting adorably. He was secretly disappointed that you had left before the two of you could chat longer and hoped he could see you once more before he parted ways. In fact, he was quite determined to talk to you some more, to get to know you more and to figure out if you were in school with him during the same years, It would be a logical plause, considering how the both of you were approximately the same age if he guessed correctly.

You laid in your bed, idly fiddling with your old and worn school tie bearing its distinct rich emerald green. All you could think of was the Hufflepuff man you had recently met, and it frustrated you. It was quite an imagination, you thought, if anyone- let alone a sweet Hufflepuff- would want to associate themselves with a Slytherin. It was also childish of you to develop a crush on someone you had just met, but a part of your brain nagged at your pessimistic thoughts. That part of your consciousness argued that you had seen Newt before, most likely at school, and it felt as if old emotions were surfacing. You pondered upon this theory, and before you knew it, half an hour had passed. A knock rapped at your door, and figuring it was one of the sisters you replied with a “Come in,” allowing entrance to the awaiting person on the other side. The person cleared their throat, alarming you and sending you straight up, eyes wide at the sight of said person in front of you.

Newt stumbled over his words, flicking his gaze all around your room, not seeming to catch the bundle of fabric wrapped around your hand. “Um- he-hello. I didn’t mean to startle you… I- I can leave if you would prefer.” He was already prepared to walk out the door, all confidence down the drain and regretting his bold decision of intruding on you.

“No!” You called after him while jumping up and reaching towards the man. Stunned by your abrupt outburst, you immediately shrunk back into your bed and began mindlessly fidgeting with the tie once again. He looked back, surprised you were willinging to let him stay without a good reason and looked at you. That was when he caught sight of the tie and scrunched his nose. He had never met a Slytherin who was so timid, but that wasn’t a bad comment towards you, not at all. When you mustered enough courage to look up at Newt, you regretted it. His expression seemed like he was displeased of your house.

“I don’t want to sound conceited or anything along those lines, nor do I want to come across as too forceful, but not all Slytherins are rotten people you’ve come to know through your schooling experience and such. In fact, many of us are kind people but are usually washed out due to the few cynical people from our house.” You tried to explain, though your voice was meek and trailed off towards the end. But Newt understood what you had said and agreed with it.

“I understand that, love. I- well I didn’t mean to express displeasure but-uh but rather confusion. I have never really met someone like you. Oh dear, now it sounds like I’m talking about a beast rather than a person. I’m deeply sorry about that, jus-just don’t know how to piece my thoughts together.” He babbled, hands flying everywhere as he attempted to express his emotions. You chuckled and shook your head amusingly.

“It’s quite alright, Mr. Scamander-”

“Please, call me Newt.” He interrupted hastily. You nodded your head before continuing, trying to rush before you lost all nerve again.

“I think I would like to get to you know a little more, Newt.” You finished off, curtly nodding as if confirming that you, yes, you actually said that.

“I- I would love that, (Y/N).” He replied with an adorable dimpled smile plastered on his face. You were quite possibly infatuated with this man, and he in turn, quite possibly returned your feelings.  

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anonymous asked:

Do you know what my favorite headcanon is? Slytherin!Stiles/Hufflepuff!Derek, Derek being embarrassed because he comes from a very long line of Gryffindors and why wasn't he GOOD enough to be a Gryffindor too? Derek feeling way too comfortable in Hufflepuff and feeling guilty about it because he SHOULDN'T, he should be craving Gryffindor but he just... isn't... he loves being a Puff and it kills him a little bit, and then he meets Stiles, who's the same year or A YEAR OLDER than he is, and 1/?

Derek tries SO HARD not to hold to the stereotypes but the only Slytherin he’s ever known is his uncle who’s like 100% evil sorry and STILES IS A PARSELMOUTH and that creeps Derek the HELL OUT because 1. He hates snakes, what? He’s a badger, he can’t help it, 2. Have you HEARD Parselmouth? It’s like Satan talking through a shower head! 3. Stiles is so happy about it?? He likes to WEAR snakes sometimes, he’ll walk into the great hall cooing at a ball python and Derek leaves because HE CAN’T Stiles being royally upset with being in Slytherin- not because of the stereotypes, he LIKES Slytherin ok?- but because his best buddy Scott is a Gryff and everyone is all ~judgey~ about it and worse they don’t have many classes together because the professors decided this year to spare everyone the blood war and assign most classes as Gryffindor-Ravenclaw and Slytherin-Hufflepuff, but it’s ok, he hears Slythers and Puffs make great freinds too, so he decides to make a Puff freind because why not? 

Stiles meeting Derek in potions class and helping him because potions is Stiles’ BEST class and Derek’s WORST (well.. his second worst, his worst is DATDA) and later Derek helps Stiles in herbology BECAUSE PLANTS HATE STILES but they love Derek, and mission accomplished! Stiles getting Derek into all kinds of trouble- not bad trouble though, like sneaking into the kitchen at midnight kind of trouble and flying past Gryffindor Tower to wave at Scott kind of trouble so it’s ok mostly. 

Stiles finding out how much snakes bother Derek so he stops sporting them (he doesn’t really like them that much honestly, he just did it because he thought it was funny to creep people out but Derek seems pretty sincerely bothered so..) Derek being really good freinds with the house elves in the kitchen and cooking with them after hours and bringing Stiles in as a dish-washer because do you KNOW how long it took for them to let DEREK cook with them? Stiles doesn’t have a snowball’s chance.  

Derek being the oddest Seeker Hogwarts has ever had because he’s SO GOOD but also the complete opposite of the usual body type and Stiles being a really excellent Beater and they always get sad when it’s Hufflepuff vs Slytherin, especially because the outcome usually just depends on if Slytherin has a decent Seeker or not- (Stiles getting irritated because they almost always lose)- helping eachother earn house points and cheering on whoever’s house wins that year. 

Derek having spent a year at Beauxbaton (because I recently learned that they are not, in fact, an all girl’s school like the movie portrays, they’re just MOSTLY girls) so he’s a second year when he goes to Hogwarts and it makes him even more nervous, Derek speaking fluent French and knowing really ridiculous things like how to make napkins dance and how to make himself look dainty and how to bow and crap like that and Stiles thinks it’s both hilarious and adorable and maybe Derek knows a tiny bit of ballet and that’s just REALLY HOT OK? Both of them being in the special class that helps Hagrid with his animals because they got the highest scores in the Care Of Magical Creatures class, Stiles always acing Divination and Derek always acing astronomy (the other always almost flunks). Both of them being able to produce Patronus at an early age because Derek comes from one of the most prominant bloodlines in the UK (even if he IS only a half-blood because Talia married a human) and Stiles is a muggleborn but the brightest wizard of his age and so it’s easy for him, magic comes really naturally (they later discover that Claudia was half-witch so he isn’t ENTIRELY muggleborn but still impressive!) 

Derek being terrible at DATDA because he’s too sensitive to handle it emotionally and so Stiles is constantly helping him out and Stiles being a disorganized WRECK so Derek always helping him get organized, Derek’s cat and Stiles’ ferret being very VERY weird freinds like neither of them understand it but ok? Stiles being in detention all the time for various reasons but one of the biggest is defending Derek because people are cruel and Derek is a gentle little lamb of a soul who won’t fight back for himself and so Stiles does the honors- his proudest moment was in third year when he turned a sixth year bully into a cricket and put him in with the crickets that are fed to the snakes, he WAS SO CLOSE TO GETTING AWAY WITH IT, but Derek? Derek is a golden child, he never gets in trouble so everyone is really baffled when suddenly an entire group of Gryffindors comes down with the strangest illnesses and they find Derek’s wand imprint over the Gryffindors’ things and this is honestly the WORST thing that a student has ever done in like six years?? (Well… except for the cricket incident) Why?? Well because they called Stiles the “m” word and Derek wasn’t going to stand for that at all, the professors come SO CLOSE to letting him go and then Stiles sets off fireworks in the great hall JUST so he can be in detention with Derek to help him get through it because he knows Derek gets really anxious about getting in trouble and he doesn’t want him to panic or anything and also the detentions can be kind of harsh you know? 

Both of them being able to see Thestrals- Stiles because of his mom, Derek because of his grandparents- and they’re the only ones in their class who can so they just talk about them together like Luna and Harry did, shopping at Hogsmeade with eachother and buying eachother Christmas gifts and in fifth year the sheriff is called away on emergency and so Stiles spends Christmas with the Hales and from then on the Hales follow him home every Christmas and John is just resigned because.. well it happens with the McCalls every year sure why not? 

Derek being the only Hale not to make Head Boy in 7th year but it was only because he turned the position down because he doesn’t like being a leader and he wants to concentrate on his NEWTs NOT killing him thank you. When they graduate Stiles goes into professional quidditch for a few years and Derek goes into magical medicine and follows the Irish team (Stiles for the home team woohoo!) during Stiles’ term as one of their doctors, then when Stiles decides he can’t handle it anymore he opens a small apothecary shop in his hometown with Derek, they’re already engaged by then. Derek and Stiles having LOTS OF BABIES and crying EVERY. SINGLE. SCHOOL YEAR.It does not fail, they always cry, they keep debating applying for teaching positions at Hogwarts and their kids are like NO DADS, and McGonnogal- who, bless her heart, is still trucking- informs Stiles very thoroughly that she has worked long and hard to keep the Weasleys out of positions at this school and after what he pulled at 7th year graduation she will make sure that the same goes to him, Derek WOULD be welcome except that he would just drag Stiles onto the property with him and and she’s JUST TOO OLD FOR THAT OK? 

Stiles and Derek throwing a party for every single child after finding out what house they’re in, no matter what house it is, ofcourse they’re secretly proudest at the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins but even Ravens and Gryffs get huge congratulations because EVERY HOUSE IS SPECIAL, I just love Puff!Derek and Slyth!Stiles ok? This went off topic 


I can’t even find it in my heart to put half of it under the cut BECAUSE I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND MUST SEE IT ALL AT ALL TIMES. I love you for this, nonnie. It is without a doubt my favourite Harry Potter/Sterek crossover I have ever been given the pleasure of reading. 



kittykat101ary  asked:

Could I get a request? Please please please with a newt Scamander on top? They're friends and newt is best friends with Tina and the reader is in love w him. And he likes her but she's really good at hiding that she likes him? And then get into an argument and she leaves and is reckless. Uh lotsssss and lots of angst? Like seriously, fuck me up lmao. With super super fluff at the end? And could you possibly make it long? Please and thank you. Ilysm you're SO TALENTED AGH!

@kittykat101ary THANK YOU! YOU ARE FAR TOO KIND ♥(✿ฺ´∀`✿ฺ)ノ You really made my day ;u; I hope you don’t mind, but I changed it just a smidge. Also I’m not the best with angst but I tried! ;;; Nevertheless I hope you like it!

Originally posted by abigailskanes

Queenie charmed the dishes, dirty clothes, and broom and watched as her chores did themselves while she hummed a cheerful tune. “Tina needed that skirt’s hem to be fixed for her new job on Monday… Oh! And Jacob said he would like pork chops for dinner so I better run down to the market before they close,” she made a mental note.

Her train of thought was interrupted when she heard two familiar voices booming in her mind. They were angry. Very angry. In fact, they were so enraged that most of it just sounded like radio static. “Are they at it again?” she sighed and turned to face the door. Not a minute later, you stormed in, followed by Newt.

“What happened?” Queenie asked, folding her arms and leaning back on the table. You and Newt began to talk at the same time—well, more like see who can tell their side of the story the loudest and fastest first.

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mates, it’s time to talk about ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’. Sure, Newt’s a Hufflepuff who’ll FIND his Fantastic Beasts (and write an ironically titled bestseller). But that’s missing the main plot the trailer’s hinting at

Let me introduce you to the movie summary’s New Salem Philanthropic Society (NSPS), a protest group of extremist No-Majs (American muggles, dude). Their aim’s to “expose and destroy wizards and witches”. They’re even called the Second Salemers! They mean business.

Cept, this doesn’t make sense. Because do you know what the International Confederation of Wizards did in 1692? They passed the International Statute of Secrecy, making the existence of magic crazy hush hush to non-magic folk. So how is it that, in 1926, a bunch of No-Majs not only KNEW about magic, but there were enough of them to organise into a fanatical, magic-hating group?

Plus, ‘Second Salemers’? According to PoA, there wasn’t a FIRST Salem! Harry Potter’s History of Magic essay talked all about the handy dandy Flame-Freezing Charm, a spell medieval witches and wizards used to avoid being burned at the stake by muggles. Some (I’m looking at you, Wendelin the Weird!) liked the feeling of the spell so much they purposefully got caught and tied up dozens of times. This was all long before the Salem Witch Trials in 1692. That date sound familiar? It should. It’s when the Statute of Secrecy was passed. It’s also the date the ‘Fantastic Beasts’ movie is set in, 1926, with the numbers mixed up.

“But yo,” you’re asking your computer screen, “wizards knew that nifty spell to make themselves fireproof! None of them would’ve been hurt in Salem.”

You’re right, purebloods and educated magics would just chill in the flames. But you know who’d be screwed? Muggleborns (without knowledge of the spell) and falsely accused muggles. There were deaths in the witch trials! In fact, I’m betting the Salem massacre was the final straw that got the Statute of Secrecy widely accepted.

Still, that doesn’t explain how the NSPS could exist. How would so many No-Majs know about the hidden wizarding world? That’s easy! A big exception to the Statute of Secrecy is that muggles can learn about wizards if their children are magical. But why would these No-Majs end up hating magic so vehemently? That’s another easy one: their muggleborn kids were killed by it.

Imagine the Grangers if Hermione had been hit over the head by the mountain troll her first year at Hogwarts. Imagine Moaning Myrtle’s parents, tortured with knowing their daughter was haunting a bathroom. Imagine the muggleborns in Colonial America, having no access to wizarding education, not able to control their accidental magic…and being burned at the stake while their families watched helplessly.

It’s easy to imagine that, as wizards rallied behind the Statute of Secrecy, the abandoned No-Maj parents collected into a group fuelled by terror and fury. The group would only grow through the years. Because, if HP taught us anything, it’s that the wizarding world is freaking dangerous.

In a post-WWI world, a small spark would ignite this fire. Enter Newt Scamander…and his unlocked briefcase overfilling with dangerous creatures. Enter hordes of dragons, heliopaths, and Wrackspurts let loose about New York. Just NYC? Hah! Like this movie won’t include an Ukrainian Ironbelly landing on the White House. Or a phoenix playfully igniting tea in Boston’s harbour. Or a Congress of Magic struggling to obliviate the East Coast. The No-Majs would take this as an act of war: worse than any Lusitania.

‘Second Salem’, indeed. Except, this time? The No-Majs want the wizards to burn.

But, as always, HP gives us hope! Turn your attention to the World Cup in GoF, with the mention of members from the Salem Witches’ Institute. This was in 1994, long after the ‘Fantastic Beasts’ events in 1926. If the ‘20s movement (aka: revolt of the No-Majs) had ended horrifically, the wizards would’ve never named the thing Salem! Which means it wasn’t a tragedy. The creatures were rounded up, peace was restored, and the wizards made an unsteady truce with the No-Maj population. They created a more open society, where all were viewed as equal (I’m looking at you, African American Madame President of the Congress of Magic).

The US also tightened its immigration policy, what with an oblivious Englishman smuggling in hordes of dragons in an unlocked briefcase. Thanks, Scamander