Forget Me Not, My Love- the reader has to be obliviated following the events that occurred in New York X
Satisfied-Part One- Newt has fallen for the reader, but he knows hat his brother and you have formed a connection (based off of the song Satisfied from Hamilton X Part 2
Slipping Away-Newt has been distant, and it starts to take a toll on the relationshipX
It Takes Two to Cuddle-The reader is feeling quite lonely, and Newt arrives to helpX
In and Out- The reader is bullied, causing a panic attack to occur, but Newt helps comfort them (takes place at Hogwarts) X
Please Don’t Leave Me- The reader is extremely hurt during the fight with Graves, and in that moment they reveal their feelings to Newt (probably one of the most angsty things I’ve ever written) X
As Bad As the Niffler- Newt realizes that one of his sweaters has gone missing from his closet X
Show You- The reader has a disability but is insecure and doesn’t think that anyone will love her, but Newt shows them otherwise (disabled fem! reader by special request) X
Out of a Nightmare and Into a Dream- After Newt and the reader watch a scary movie, Newt comes to comfort them after noticing them let a few tears fall in their sleep. Fluffy comfort and a confession of feelings follows. X
Hearts Half Full- Reader suffers a miscarriage and begins to isolate herself more and more, but with time and care from Newt, everything starts to heal X
Send Her My Love- (songfic) the reader is obliviated, but Newt still remembers everything they had together (Newt’s pov) X
Sticks and Stones- Tina is jealous of the reader and Newt’s relationship X
Ever So Charming- Newt gets himself and the reader in a tricky situation X
Scars and Scattered Thoughts- The reader feels responsible for the scars that litter Newt’s body as they were not there to protect him, but Newt assures that that is not the case (part one is clean, part two will be a cont. and nsfw)
requestby anon– Hey guys, not sure if you’d do this but could you write some headcanons for ezra? Like maybe dating him or liking each other and realizing you’re falling in love? I’d love it if you could write these yall :’)
a/n – I LOVE EZRA MILLER I REALLY DO I REALLY WANNA MEET HIM AND HUG HIM FOR ETERNITY YAY
You two would meet because you were a new photographer and was supposed to work with him on one or two projects
(Ezra has so many swoon worthy model pics in existence but Wikipedia and IMDb doesn’t say he’s a model?? so imma just assume he did modelling)
You had a different style from the other photographers he’s worked with before, and had different instructions to how he should pose and stuff. He finds out he likes your style over the others.
He also noticed your great looks /personality /character /attitude /intellect /(your best features). Drawn to it, he would try flirting constantly, but because it was your first time working with a real model, you thought they were all as playful and happy-go-lucky as he was.
Besides, he seems so cute and genuine and lovely… so you flirt back.
You two would call each other cheesy names, like him calling you “buttercup” and you calling him “honey” or “darling.”
Then there’s the smirks and wriggle of shoulders and eyebrows, before you two snap out of it and laugh.
Yes, laughter. There’s so much laughter between you two, it makes flirting much easier and keeps the conversation light and casual.
He realises he likes that. But any guy who is interested in someone would like to take it up to the next level of ‘flirting’. So, taking a bold move, the following day you receive a single red rose from him, with a note and a cheesy pick-up line.
The pick-up line would be a Harry Potter based one, (because we all saw that interview ;) ), and after he sent it, he immediately regretted it because if you didn’t get it, it would be awkward on both sides.
He thinks that he might have very well doomed your relationship if you didn’t get the reference, and you might think he’s an ultimate nerd.
So the next time you guys meet to complete the photoshoot, he awkwardly asks if you got the Harry Potter reference.
Little does he know, you had almost swooned from the pick-up line, because all your exes never got the point of Harry Potter, and you were a big big big fan.
So very enthusiastically, you squealed and almost tackled him with a hug when he brought it up, but clumsily tries to redraw at the last moment, so you kinda crashed into him instead, knocking over a lot of lights and backdrop equipment as both of you fall.
Very cliché–ly, your lips crashed together, with you on top, and the entire studio goes, “OOHHH” because your flirting hasn’t gone unnoticed by them for the entire project.
When you get off him, scrambling to your feet and stammering non-stop, he blushes too, but then very romantically cups your face and kiss you again gently.
Imagine his lips though. He would be soft and hesitant, wondering when you would push him off until he realises you won’t, then he would deepen the kiss by tilting your head and oH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE.
Cue the “AWWW” from the other cast.
Then he pulls off, grinning so hard he thinks his face would spilt from it all, and you blush and make weird stuttering sounds. You try to shut up and stop your face from burning, but he finds it really cute that you’re flustered.
Then he clears his throat and officially asks you out to dinner that night, with a deep bow and everything dramatically because EZRA IS A CUTE GENTLEMAN AND WILL MAKE EVERYTHING LESS EMBARRASSING FOR YOU
You laugh and of course say yes.
Then you realise that the entire studio was silent since the kiss, and that the guys were staring and the girls were almost swooning from the whole romance of it.
(the girls of the studio would have very high expectations on how guys would ask them out ;DDD)
- whenever you two need either a model or a photographer, you would automatically get each other, so he helps you out with your individual projects and you help him take nice photos
- when Ezra becomes globally known for FBAWTFT, he constantly asks you if his performance was OK and if anyone likes Credence or anything, you would assure him that it was brilliant, going as far as to threaten him with the search results of the gradence tag on Tumblr (whoops)
- also, the entire HP fandom would just die of fluffness when they find the photoshoots you two do together
REQUEST: “Credence has to take a bath
but needs help from fem reader, which leads to sex.”
Warnings: Smut, obviously
Word Count: 1,126
Credence hadn’t meant to lie. Honest, he hadn’t. The thing
was, he had been very weak when Newt had found him, and even weaker still when
they got to Tina’s apartment, which is why they had all gotten their neighbor’s
help—yours—to take care of him. Newt had lots of things to worry about, and
Tina and Queenie had jobs. You were between jobs and absolutely adored your
neighbors, so you were completely happy to help.
At first, this had meant helping Credence with everything—eating,
walking, and, much to his embarrassment in the beginning, changing and bathing.
He had avoided the last thing on the list for as long as possible, but once he
was comfortable enough with you to admit he needed things and once the smell
was getting unbearable, even for him, he reluctantly had informed you that he
needed baths. He would be able to change his underwear and sit in the tub with
them on and then enlist your help to wash his hair and the rest of him. And at
first, it had been mortifying, but then…
Don’t get him wrong, he was still weak and could definitely
be much stronger, but he really didn’t
need help bathing anymore. He just really
couldn’t bring himself to tell you that fact because he’d developed what he had
determined was a crush on you and really looked forward to your time together
and the soft touches that came with the baths. He especially loved when you
washed his hair and the feeling of your fingers scraping gently into his scalp.
This one morning, however, he decided to bathe by himself
since everyone was out, including you. Granted, he should have planned better
because you came home much earlier than he had anticipated, so he jolted with
shock and sinking fear as he heard you call through the door as you entered. “Credence?
Where are you, Credence?”
Shyly, he let out a quiet, “In—I’m taking a bath.”
You hurried inside, removing your scarf and jacket as you
entered. “Why is no one helping you,
And really, that was the perfect opportunity to admit to you
that he, in fact, did not need help bathing anymore, but he just couldn’t make his mouth say it. So you
were rolling up your sleeves and kicking off your shoes and socks as you pulled
the chair up behind him so you could easily wash his hair and pretend that
you didn’t know he was naked this time under all the bubbling water. He watched
you lather copious amounts of shampoo into your hands before massaging it into
his hair and let his eyes flutter closed, and you took this opportunity to admire
the way his long eyelashes swept across his beautiful cheekbones. Really, he
had the face of an angel, but you weren’t about to tell him that while you were
helping him bathe. Once you finished, you poured water over his head and were
careful not to get the shampoo into his eyes as you rinsed it out.
When you started to get the soap and gently apply it to
Credence’s body, however, is when Credence got a little too relaxed. He was
very careful, normally, but he had not been given ample time to prepare for
this encounter with you. So as you spread your fingers across his chest and
down his abdomen, he couldn’t stop the low moan he released and the tightening
in his stomach. Your hands stopped completely, staying exactly where they were,
and Credence’s eyes shot open so quickly it could have been comical.
Credence felt his blush and was sure you would scold him,
was so embarrassed he could have died, but after that brief pause in your
movements, everything changed. You brushed your thumbs across his chest and
lingered over one of his nipples before letting your hands rub right over it,
causing him to elicit a high whine and arch into your hand. You leaned your
head down so your lips could brush over his ear as you said, “Credence, if this
is what you wanted, you could have just told me.” You knew he wouldn’t have,
but his reaction was worth it, shocked, hooded eyes gazing into yours as he
tentatively grabbed your hand in his and pressed it lower, against his stomach.
He would never ask something so explicit of you, but he could give you a hint.
You trailed your hand down and felt how hard he was already,
and really you weren’t surprised, especially with how little he’d been touched
at all in his life. You palmed him and turned his head to face yours,
swallowing his moan in a heated kiss. He turned completely then, water sloshing
to the floor, and tugged gently at your top. Again, he would never ask, but he
could give you hints. So you removed your clothing, standing in front of him
and blushing at the pure, unhindered adoration in his eyes before you stepped
into the tub, straddling him. Not the most comfortable of positions, but it
would do. You were kissing him again, noting that he must have brushed his
teeth not long before because he tasted like mint, and began to kiss down his
neck and his chest. You loved the way he shuddered and moaned against you with
abandon and how you could see his every reaction in the hazy sunlight the
bathroom window was letting in. Suddenly, he was pulling away from you, saying,
“I-I’ve never—I don’t know how—”
He looked mortified, but you just kissed him slowly, lingering
against his mouth. “It’s okay. I’ll take care of you.” You positioned him at
your entrance and looked to him for a nod as you lowered yourself onto him
fully, giving him a second to adjust. His eyes had rolled back before his eyes
fluttered shut, and his mouth hung open wide. You kissed him on his open mouth
as you began to move. He was already twitching inside of you, and you knew he
wouldn’t last long. So you tried to make it as good for him as you could. When
his eyes fluttered back open, you made sure to look into his eyes as you rode
him, trying to convey how this was okay, that this was good, and you were
already coming undone at the sounds he was making anyway. And then he was
saying, “I-I’m—I’m gonna—”
And you were kissing him again, telling him “It’s okay,
baby, it’s okay” and then he came with a gasping cry and a wet, open-mouthed
kiss against your neck while he murmured how beautiful you were and how much he
wanted you and how much he cared about you and how special you were, and that
was enough to send you over.
You sat in the tub like that for a few minutes, his head
pressed to the crook of your neck and yours to his shoulder, before he was
panting in your ear and asking, “Was that—Was that okay?”
You pulled away and planted a kiss warmly across his mouth. “More
than okay, Credence. That was amazing. You were so good for me, baby.”
And then he was blushing intensely before kissing you again
and—You should have known he had a praise kink.
soooo what are you looking for in a guy?
kind. sweet. approximately 6'2". ginger. messy hair. wears bow ties and a blue coat. no one can ever figure out THE FUCK his eye color is. has to have solid cheek bones just saying. also jawline. freckles are a thing. wizard. Hufflepuff™. author. magizoologist. is actually Newt Scamander.
Okay, but imagine going to a candy store with Credence
Just imagine this lil nugget getting super excited when he sees all of the colors, and taking HOURS to pick out what he wants… and then in the end he picks out a giant lollipop. Imagine Credence eating a lollipop the size of his head.
Its not uncommon for your boyfriend to sometimes curl up against you and the wisps of his obscurus sort of sneak out. But this is the first time he’s practically “melted” on you. It had been a slow day and you’d decided to stay inside lest the oncoming rain clouds catch you far from your now shared and perfectly cozy abode.
You’d been absentmindedly running your fingers through his (thankfully) longer hair when you noticed your hand sink deeper that it should have. When you looked over you had to hold back from cooing over how your boyfriend had mostly turned into his obscural form in his sleep and how the little wisps had started trying to find your hands so you could continue petting them. Which (of course)you did since it was just adorable how even his obcurial side wanted to be as close as possible to you. And judging from how the wisps curled around your arm you’d be stuck petting him for a while.
Requests: “could I request a
credence’s smut that he’s confident and he and the reader are at a party and
she provokes him and they have sex in somewhere at home? I love your fics ♡”
Pairing: Credence Barebone x Reader
Word Count: 2087
Warnings: Smut, alcohol, DIRTY TALK AH
“This party blows.” You droned, leaning your head into Credence’s
“Aw c’mon, it’s not that bad.” He smirked.
“It really is. Can we go home soon?”
“No, I told Newt that I’d stick around at least until the toast.
You know how much this means to him.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You groaned. “But you have to admit, he
has no idea how to throw a fun party.”
“We can make it fun.” He shrugged. You narrowed your eyes at the
young man, beginning to nod with him as you simultaneously thought of the same
The room twirled as you sat on a couch
with Credence, watching people talk, dance, and enjoy themselves. You turned to
him, finding his eyes to be just as glazed as yours with a stuporous look.
“You having fun yet?” Credence asked,
poking at your sides. You flinched, giggling as you caught his hands in yours.
“There’s still more fun to be had.”
You mumbled, your lopsided smirk growing as you placed a not so subtle hand on
Credence’s thigh. He took in a sharp breath, simply watching your fingers slide
up at a tantalising pace.
“(Y/n)! Credence!” A voice called.
Credence whined as you withdrew your hand instantly. “I’m so glad you two
came!” Queenie drunkenly wobbled over, Jacob on her tail.
what she means: did credence really die? he was pelted over and over again with a multitude of spells, but did he REALLY die? was he just hurt? there was a bit of the obscurial left, but was it credence? was credence still in control? was it moving by itself? was it just the wind? where did the obscurial go? where did credence go? was it really a piece of the obscurial?