i love that tina always refers to him by saying his full name

Something about you part ii

Part one

Part three

Part four

Part five


In this chapter newt takes the reader to explore his case, pure fluff


Originally posted by newt-and-pickett

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?’ you could hear the worry in your sisters voice, clear as day, you gave her a reassuring smile. ‘I’ll be fine teenie, anyway, newt will be there he knows what to do. You go to work, go and bring some good back into the world’ you had said that every day before she left for work. That was the reason she became an aura, and you never wanted her to forget that girl, who was so focused, so ambitious and yet so full of kindness and a fierce determination to do what was right. She cupped your cheek before placing a kiss on top of your head, as she left.

“no Toby, you stay here with Queenie and Jacob, I’ll be alright. If you’re really good, they might let you try some of the sweets, that they’re making ’ You reassured your loyal companion as he nudged at your hand and let out a small whine. As newt flipped the new catches on his case, you could hear a slight rustling of fabric beside you, where Toby stood. “I promise I’ll take good care of her, I know how much you love her. Now please stop looking at me like that’ you giggled as newt tried to reassure your friend.

Newt took your hand, it was work worn and had several tiny raised scars, but it was gentle and fit perfectly with yours. He guided you to the case that you had heard so much about, but were only now getting the chance to explore. “you’ll have to step inside, and then there are a flight of stairs. Is that alright?’ you smiled at the kind man, not many people had this much patients and it warmed your heart knowing how hard he was trying to understand the best ways that he could help you and when to let you do things by yourself.

“thank you, for all of this’ your voice was hushed but you knew that he would be able to hear. You stepped carefully inside and gingerly made your way down the stairs, grateful for the hand rail that ran down the side of the rickety steps.

Floor boards creaked below your feet, your nose filled with the smell of earth, plants and several potions. It smelled a little bit like newt, though he always had a slight aroma of tea around him, along with something that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, you had affectionately named it essence of Newton.

You heard the floor board squeak behind you, before you felt a hand that was becoming quite familiar in yours.

“are you ready? They have all promised to be on their best behaviour’ you giggled as you nodded, newt lead you to the first habitat. You could smell plants and soil, ‘these are the bowtruckles’ you smiled as newt explained what they were and what they did. You had already met Pickett, he had patiently allowed you to stroke his leaves and his spindly fingers, so that you could build a picture of him in your mind.

“I think you’ll like the fwoopers’ newt exclaimed his voice full of excitement. Beautiful bird song floated to your keen ears, as you entered the habitat, this one was far warmer than the previous one, the air was humid and sticky. Newt encouraged one of the fwoopers to rest on his spare arm, ‘this is Arnold, he was injured when I found him, he doesn’t fly to well now.’ Newts voice held a note of sadness, as he raised your hand for Arnold to investigate before allowing you to stroke him, his feathers were soft, almost fluffy he was shaped like an upside down egg, and he had Lovely long tail feathers which ended with little wisps. You smiled brightly at newt, ‘ oh he is beautiful, and such a lovely voice’ you crooned to the feathered creature, as he sang to you. “I had a feeling you would like him’ newt chuckled as he placed Arnold back on his perch.

Newt lead you around most of the other enclosures, if he was able to he would encourage one of the creatures to him, so that you could run your fingers over them, constructing an image of each species. You had taken a particular shine to Dougal, with his long silky hair. He had even aloud you to trace his face. Something that both you and Newt were pleasantly surprised by. You had found that he had large eyes, along with a small flat nose and a narrow mouth. He was currently holding your other hand in his rather human like one, as you and newt made your way back to the shed.

“newt’ you began shyly ‘newt, I was wondering, I know what your creatures look like now, but I don’t know what you look like’ your keen ears pricked as newt swallowed. “oh, I’m not much to look at’ his voice was awkward and hushed, ‘but I’m not asking to look at you’ you reassured him, keeping your voice low. “and anyway, Queenie says that you’re quite handsome, I would like to know if I’m missing out on anything’ newt snorted at that as he laughed, he guided you to sit down, on a stool, you could hear him getting onto his knees in front of you.

He took both of your hands gently in his own, placing them on his cheeks. You traced the bristly stubble along his strong jaw, up to his ears and along his high cheek bones. You ran your fingers gently over his lips, they parted, voluntary or involuntary you didn’t know, but you could feel newts warm breath tickling your skin as you explored. Your fingers ghosted over his straight nose, that rounded off into a cute little button at the tip. up to his eyebrows and over his closed eyes. Your hands drifted along his eye sockets, up to his forehead and to his soft curly hair. Both of your breaths were shaking slightly, he wasn’t exactly what you expected, but it suited him, he felt unique, as he should.

“well, I think Queenie sold you short,’ quite handsome’ just doesn’t cut it’ you could feel him smile as your hands had returned to his cheeks, you retraced his lips, so that you could memorize his smile, and store it away for future reference.


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P.s. I do not regret staring at pictures of newt for a good twenty minutes, so that I could write that last section.

As requested by anonymous, a simple guide (more accurately, a list of important plot points, so not too in depth), broken down by episode, to remember when auditioning/playing out a canon season five Rachel Berry!

Please keep in mind that this does reference both Finn Hudson and The Quarterback, and I skipped Previously Unaired Christmas as it’s not ‘canon’ for this timeframe. 

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Could you write a newt x reader where the reader is Tina and Queenies younger sister xx

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After days spent on a cramped ship, Newt was positively giddy when he was finally able to get back on to dry land. Unfortunately his long legs hadn’t quite caught up with his brain and they began to wobble, stumbling about like a new born fawn, he grabbed on to the railings by the docked ship. Now that he was finally here, his nerves began to set in, his stomach going into knots at the thought of all of the things that could have changed in his absence.


He had grown rather fond of the Goldstein sisters and of course Jacob throughout his previous time in new York, but the youngest of the sisters could not be shaken from his thoughts for long, she always seemed to wander back in, no matter the situation. He didn’t want to lose that, it had been so long since he was able to call someone a friend, but a lot can change in six months.  


Having Regained his balance, he began to walk the vaguely familiar path to his friend’s apartment. Allowing his mind to wander back to the time that he first met you.





Newt stood awkwardly, in the corner of the small living room of the Goldstein sisters apartment, clutching his case and trying to stealthily edge his way around the wall and out of the door. This was utterly ridiculous, he just needed to check on the creatures, see who was missing and get them back to where they could be safe. He couldn’t fathom how eating dinner would help with this situation, surely it only meant that the escapees would get themselves into more mischief than they already had.


He had managed to reach the door and was inches away from turning the door knob, when Queenie turned her golden head of curls, her brilliant blue eyes giving him a knowing look before breaking into a smile. “Mr Scamander, would you prefer pie or strudel?’ he knew he’d been caught, and it hit him how rude he was being, his mother did not raise him to be ungrateful; she also didn’t raise him to spend the night in a ladies home, but that was by the by. Queenie continued to smile as these thoughts scampered through his disorganized mind. “I don’t really have a preference’ Newt said a little quietly adding a small smile on the end.


Newt watched Jacobs face as Queenie made the strudel. it was almost mundane to him, but to Jacob it seemed that all of his Christmases and birthdays had come at once. Newt smiled slightly at the muggles reaction.


The door suddenly opened beside newt, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. In the threshold looking rather apologetically at him, stood a woman, hair pulled back into a messy bun with several tendrils escaping. She wore what he recognised as a healers uniform, it was rumpled from the day’s work. she had large kind eyes that he felt he could swim in. “Mr Scamander’ Tina almost had to shout to get his attention, he had the good grace to flush at his blatant staring. “yes?’ Newt managed to choke out. “ this is y/n our youngest sister. Y/n this is Mr Scamander, I’m helping him find some things that he’s lost’ you raised your eyebrow slightly at him before allowing a smile to spread across your face.




Newt smiled fondly at the memory, as he made his way towards the Goldstein sisters apartment. He ran up the rickety staircase as quietly as he could, so as not to rouse the suspicion of your traditionally strict land lady.  He made it to the front door without detection, and knocked softly.


He smoothed his trousers and jacket and checked the bow tie that you and your sisters had sent him in congratulations on the completion of his book, it had tiny feather quills and scrolls of parchment embroidered on the silk. He was still fiddling with the tie when Queenie swung open the door and held her arms out to him. “there’s our sweet author’ she beamed at him as she bundled him into a tight hug ‘I know someone whose missed you’ she stage whispered at him, he hadn’t realised just how much he had missed the blonde witch. Her bright smile and equally sunny personality never failed to make him feel just a little bit better.


Not daring to hope that she was referring to you, he just smiled slightly as she guided him into the familiar cosy  living room. Where Jacob sat on the sofa, as he entered, the shorter man jumped to his feet and pulled Newt into a hug as though they were brothers. Newt smiled fondly at the man, he still smelled vaguely of pastries and cakes. “it’s good to see you’ the dark haired man beamed at him. “Tina is still at work, she’s been buried under a pile of paper work, poor thing. She’s hoping to be done in an hour or so.’ Queenie told Newt as she returned to her previously occupied seat, next to jacob. “ it should give you and y/n time to catch up a little bit before dinner’ a smile spreading across her face. Newt felt his face grow warmer, he cleared his throat trying to compose himself, he was just about to ask if you were also at work, when you entered the room.


You were even more stunning than he remembered, hair slightly ruffled around your beautiful face, from when you had been running your fingers through it. Oh how he would love to be the one to stroke your hair, treating you with the care and kindness that you so rarely showed to yourself. He realised that he was staring again and averted his eyes.


A smile broke across your face ‘well, look who just jumped into the bath with me’ you chuckled as you held your hand out flat to show picket. Newts face paled slightly, he hadn’t even noticed that the small creature had scurried down his arm. “y/n I am so sorry, are you alright? He has missed you an awful lot, not that that’s any excuse for jumping into a bath with someone’. You cut off his ramblings by gently placing Pickett back into the breast pocket of his jacket, ‘there you’re safe and warm at home, on your very own walking tree’, your hand stayed on his chest a few moments more than was really appropriate, before your eyes met and you each smiled at the other.


He had imagined seeing you again so many times before, in his mind he was far more confident, far surer of your feelings towards him. Never had his imagination taken him to this Sanrio. He would have to have a talk with the little bugger, currently residing in his pocket looking up at him, like butter wouldn’t melt.


“how have you been Mr Newton Artemis fido Scamander? How are the children?’ you teased him gently, he rolled his eyes slightly, forgetting that he had printed his full name, a smile still sliding onto his freckled cheeks, at the realisation that you had read his book. “we’re all well, Pickett wasn’t the only one to miss you’ you raised your eyebrows questioningly, realising how that had sounded, he quickly added ‘the mooncalfs, the mooncalfs have missed you too. Actually, we’ve all missed you’ having finally found his courage he looked you in the eye and smiled genuinely, his own eyes wrinkling at the corners .


“I think I’ve missed you all, more than I can say’ your voice was barely above a whisper but it still swam in his head as you ever so gently stroked the leaves that sprouted out of Pickett’s head. Newt was sure that you could feel is heart hammering against his chest.


“go and see the creatures, you’ve got time before dinner’ Queenie giggled as you both jumped slightly, having been so wrapped up in each other. “are you sure Queen? I was going to help you with dinner’ you asked with both hope and concern. “I’m sure honey, I’ve got Jacob, I know how much you’ve missed the little niffler’ she said lightly, while placing a hand on Jacobs knee and sending a wink Newts way. Your face turned a lovely shade of pink at your sisters comment.


Newt placed his precious case on the living room floor, and opened the lid. Taking your hand, he guided you inside, before he stepped in himself, Jacob with a wide smile on his face and a pat on newts shoulder said ‘good luck.’ With that Newt closed the lid of the case behind him. Taking a few calming breaths as he descended the ladders, he turned to see you, peering at one of the healing balms that  he hadn’t long since finished.


He always found himself far calmer and more confident in the natural habitat of his case. He approached you, and placed a large calloused hand on your back, ‘would you like to see the mooncalfs, love?’ he asked, his voice soft on your ears. You smiled brightly and nodded eagerly, he lead you to their darkened habitat, hand still resting on your back.


“goodness, look how big they are now’ you marvelled at the creatures as they hopped over to you both, one in particular nudging it’s head into the back of Newt’s long legs, in the hope of getting extra treats. “Arthur, you have already had extra food today, and it’s not supper time just yet’ Newt’s tone was firm but still full of fondness for the chubby creature. Newts will power began to melt as the beast looked at him with those large bright blue eyes. “Arthur, don’t look at me like that’


You were smiling broadly at his actions from your crouching position, gently stroking one of the mooncalfs that was clamouring to get to you. You got to your feet and cautiously made your way to him, being careful not to step on any toes.


Newt felt your arm snake around his slender waist, his heart seemed to leap as you leant on him a little. “is your mummy being mean to you?’ you asked the small creature. “don’t make me feel worse, he’s getting chubby as it is’ he said in a hushed tone, so as not to offend the innocent looking creature.


“it’s so beautiful here’ you commented absent mindedly, gazing across the burrow and the seemingly never ending field up to the blanket of stars hanging in the sky. Newt only hummed in response as he wrapped his own arm around you. He placed a gentle kiss on top of your head, you sighed in contentment and snuggled closer into him.


“y/n I, I er’ deciding that his stumbled words were never going to do justice for his feelings towards you, he took the lead from his creatures and relied on his actions. He stroked the hair out of your eyes, his gaze met yours and he placed a soft kiss to your  forehead, and one to your nose and at long last to your soft lips. It was gentle, almost innocent, but not entirely, there was passion behind it, begging to be let loose.


He pulled away slightly to catch his breath, he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. He could tell that you were still smiling, your hands still rested on his hips, his own on your arms. “I’m sorry that took so long’ his voice barely above a whisper, ‘you were worth the wait’ you raised your hand up to push the hair out of his eyes.


Newt felt more nudging to the back of his leg, he let out a small breathy chuckle ‘Arthur, it’s still not supper time’.


“it is our dinner time though, come on before they come looking for us.’ You strolled back to the shed, hand in hand. He brushed his lips against your fingers before letting your hand go and climbing the ladders, as he lifted the lid, three pairs of eyes were on him, taking note of his flushed face and wide smile. He froze when he heard your voice from inside the case, ‘come on Newt, I’ve got a nice view and everything but I’m getting quite hungry’ if it was possible, newt felt his face grow even redder at your comment.


As he helped you out of the case, he kept your fingers intertwined. Everyone seemed to notice, as all three of them had the brightest smiles he had ever seen on their faces.


“come love birds, dinners ready’ Queenie chirped



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Of Costumes and Misunderstandings (2/2)

Because it’s CS AU Week and people asked for the sequel. 

At a children’s birthday party Emma is saved by an unlikely hero; the Captain Hook cosplayer Mary-Margaret hired to play with the kids. Part 1, FF.net 

The pounding on his door startles Killian from sleep.

“Bloody hell.”

Groggily he lifts his head from the leather of his couch, he squints at the sunlight streaming through the windows, and tries to piece together why he isn’t in his bed. The pounding continues and echoes through his head. Vaguely he recalls Robin’s rather tame bachelor party, the bottle of rum he had consumed and Will helping him through his door. He didn’t usually get so drunk but he had needed something to dull the pain of his memories and his own loneliness. But it had only led to thoughts of blonde hair, green eyes, and dimpled smile of a woman he barely knew and would never truly know.

“Killian I know you are in there.”

Tina’s imperious voice brings him grudgingly to his feet. He knew that tone. Tina was staunchly loyal, mercurial in her moods, quixotic in her ideas of romance, and a force of nature when angry. He braces himself for the impending hurricane and swings the door open.

“She thinks you are married!” She practically shouts as she storms into the apartment.

“What?” Killian closes the door behind her and leans against it, still not fully awake.

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