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To Newt, With Love

Request: “Hi-Hi! I’ve read your newt x reader stuff and they are so nicely done, I like your style! Could I request for angsty newt x reader, pure angst. Sadness and all that. If you don’t mind of course! Something like ‘reader likes newt but newt is stupidly oblivious and he still hanging on leta/is with tina most of the day. At the end, the reader just 'poof’, out of touch. Thank you!”

Word Count: 2,643

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

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The midnight blue dress draped over your body shatters the beams of golden sunlight streaming through your window, sending specks of glittering light all over the white walls of your bedroom and the pastel green sheets of your bed. You hardly notice, though, as you struggle to clasp a delicate silver necklace around your neck. The fine chain, soft as gossamer, tangles around your fingers, fighting your attempts to secure it. The struggle proceeds for a minute before you can drop the chain and watch it shimmy into its place in the dip between your collar bones. A beautiful gift from an old friend.

An old friend you’re visiting in five minutes, if the godfather clock standing in the corner is correct. A bundle of nerves flutter in your stomach. You haven’t seen Newt in months. Any time you wrote and told him you’d be able to make time, he’d been too busy. Then NEWT exams rolled around and every spare second of every day was dedicated to scrawling out notes and rereading the same chapter five times until you could nearly recite the entire textbook word for word. The grueling effort paid off, though, earning you high grades in every subject.

Today, you celebrate with your best friend of seven years. The two of you agreed to meet at your house at noon before traveling out to Hogsmeade to enjoy butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks and then find a dancing hall. You know Newt has a fondness for dancing unmatched by many others, even if he may be reluctant to admit it.

One more glance in the mirror satisfies you. Not a hair is out of place, your elegant silver earrings brush the tops of your exposed shoulders, and the dress gleams, not a hint of lint on it. You step from the mirror’s gaze and cross the room, enjoying the clacking of your heels against the wood floor. On your dresser sits an ornate black box. Swirls carved and painted white loop around the wide case, meeting on the top to circle around Newt’s full name.

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Okay, but platonic, familial Jack and Ashi.

You think it would have made the last episode a gut punch? Just imagine what we could have had.

Nothing really changes, per se. It’s still Jack’s declaration of love that brings her back, and it still makes all the difference. They still hug in the sunlight. But in the end, and at the end, there’s just no way to get around it…Ashi disappears in Jack’s arms. 

Consider Jack riding out into the forest alone, mourning the daughter he never expected to have…the one he never thought he’d love so much. He still stands beneath that tree and takes that ladybug on his finger, and remembers her. It still occurs to him, for the first time since he lost her, that everything might somehow be okay.

Consider a distant future. Consider a girl with dark hair and eyes and the softest, brightest smile going about her normal, everyday life in a world where dogs talk and cars hover and robots mill around on the street corner. It’s a good planet to grow up on, and a good world to live in – peaceful and clean and alive. There always seems to be something shining, always some kind of music playing (which is good, because oh lord, how she loves to dance). It’s not perfect and maybe it’s not the most exciting life, but the sky’s literally the limit for her, and she’s happy.

Consider Ashi, who Jack tried so, so very hard to save.

Consider, just for a moment, that he did.

the highborn; sold by his mother, experimented on by the man he now calls father. 

the lowborn; left behind by his mother who’d rather drink herself into oblivion, raised by the dirt beneath his feet.

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#121 - For fucking-loco

Filling the prompt “Would you write a fic where Van is alone in a Strokes show and he finds out the reader is on her own as well so he kinda approaches her and they end up having the best night ever?”


The Strokes were hands down your favourite band, so when your friend called an hour before she was meant to be at yours, you knew you’d be spending the night alone. Not going to the concert was not an option. She was sick and sorry, and you were forgiving. To try to make the impact less, you skipped the opening band and arrived late to blend into the crowd. The venue was small and The Strokes had opted to play a string of shows over a week in the small bar rather than one big venue on one big night. It was a cool idea, but it did mean standing around awkwardly in a bar rather than an entertainment centre, arena or theatre. 

When you walked in, the room was buzzing with anticipation. People were excited, and when you saw the line for the bar you decided against drinking. You slinked around the edges of the room, waiting for The Strokes to start. They opened with The Modern Age, and it was perfect. You could feel the music in your soul, in your blood, in the very air you were breathing. The second song, Soma, was cut short when an amp blew. The band apologised, promised to return as soon as physically possible. The lights came on, and people suddenly felt exposed. It was an opportunity, though. You dashed to the bar.

The bartender gave you that quick look that said ‘What will you have?’ You stood on tippy toes, ordered, then watched as the bartender gave the same look to the guy next to you. He ordered the same. You made eye contact with him, and swapped polite smiles. His dimples were beautiful, and you wanted to run your hand along the sleeve of his velvet jacket. But, that would be weird.

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City of Love

Pairing: EXO Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1468

A/N bon anniversaire à mon français anon! I hope you have a wonderful day and that this scenario is okay 😊

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Watching Baekhyun experience Paris was like watching a child unbox the gift he’d always waited for. You loved the way his eyes lit up, sparkling as he marvelled at the historical buildings. His lips would spread into a beautiful smile as he’d point and laugh at even the simplest things. Baekhyun’s awe was mirrored in you. Instead of admiring the city as he did, you admired him. You studied the lust in his eyes and couldn’t escape the feeling of love almost hurting your chest throughout the day. Not that you wanted to. Anyone would think it was his birthday, as if you’d treated him to today.

While in fact it was yours. You’d both agreed on a trip to Paris, the famous city of love. Baekhyun had treated you to a posh 5 star hotel. You had a large room with a four-poster bed; an en-suite and a balcony overlooking the city. You entered the bedroom; it was almost 7 o’clock. You took refuge on the large bed and let out a long sigh.

You briefly recounted the day. You’d twisted through cobbled streets with your fingers entwined, like the vines that snaked up the walls of the buildings leaning down and smiling at you. He’d bought you an ice cream, dotting the vanilla ice on your nose. There was also a pile of shopping gifts sitting by the door to your hotel which had made you feel incredibly guilty, but Baekhyun had insisted that today was your day and you deserved it. Your eyes fell on the A3 sketch propped up against the wall. It was a drawing of Baekhyun and yourself. He was smiling with his eyes almost fully closed while your cheek was pressed against his. After spotting a rugged artist wandering the streets, Baekhyun had tugged on your sleeve and pulled you over the cobbles. The artist had sketched the two of you together, and you could clearly see the budding love he’d captured in each line.

“Thank you so much for today. It was beyond perfect.” You smiled. Baekhyun looked at you fondly, taking off his shoes.

“That’s alright. Anything for you.”

He disappeared into the walk-in wardrobe while you turned on your side. The satin sheets hugged you softly and you rested your head on your hands. While your eyes were closed, you announced, “I’m actually rather tired now.”

“Oh. Well actually, I had one more thing planned for you.” Came the response from inside the wardrobe. Your eyelids flickered open and you propped yourself up to see Baekhyun emerging from the wardrobe with a box in his hands.

“Oh?”

“And this is to go with it.” Baekhyun placed the box on the end of the bed. You reached forward and pulled it into your lap. It was like a large shoe box with a large navy bow tied delicately around it.

Encased in exquisite tissue was a dark blue velvet dress. It wasn’t long, falling somewhere around the thigh. It was simple, but beautiful. You gasped.

“It’s beautiful,” you repeated your thoughts.

“I’d like you to wear it tonight.” Baekhyun smiled softly, pleased with your reaction.

“Are we going somewhere?” You asked.

“Yes, at eight o’clock.”

“Where?”

Baekhyun only smiled in return.

After having a power nap, it was almost time for you to leave. Baekhyun shook your shoulder gently, as if you were going to break, whispering your name.

“Y/N, it’s time to go.” His breath made you shiver, the warm air tickling your neck. “If you’re too tired – we don’t have to.” You tore your eyes open, slowly returning to reality. He planted a kiss on your forehead. Determined, you pulled yourself out the bed to get ready. He wore a plain black suit and a navy tie to match your dress.

You’d put on the dress and found a pair of heels that, by chance, went with the dress. Baekhyun looked at you with passion and adoration that you hadn’t even caught a glimpse of when you were out in the city. He was looking at you as if you were gold and Paris was only merely gravel. You shone and glimmered in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” He breathed, snaking an arm around your waist. You could only smile and blush, tipping your head to look at the carpet. With his other hand, he tipped your chin up to face him, letting your eyes meet two dark irises looking at you in desire. He let his lips meet yours and you melted into the kiss.

“We really should go,” he said, somewhat breathless from the kiss. You nodded.

“One second.” Pulling yourself from his grip, you rushed to find something in one of your suitcases. You found the small, delicate, silver necklace you’d been looking for, locking it round your neck. He gasped as he noticed it adorning your neck, resting along your collarbones.

“It’s the necklace I bought you when we first got together,” he addressed.

“It is.” You smiled, bringing your fingers up to touch it.

Outside was a taxi waiting for you. The two of you sat together in the back, holding one another lovingly. You couldn’t help but watch Baekhyun adoringly again as he looked out the window and gaped at the lights sprinkled over the buildings outside. The sky was now pitch black, although a soft yet luminous yellow glow comforted you.

The taxi jerked to a halt. You looked out the glass window, eyes falling on extravagant gates that led to a twisting path to what looked like a restaurant. Inside, polite waiters guided the two of you upstairs. Baekhyun had kept a hand on your back the entire time, discreetly claiming you as his own.

Finally arriving to where the two of you would eat, you rose a hand to your lips. The scenery was serene. A small table draped in white stood in front of you. On it were two glasses of champagne; some candles that flickered in time with the stars, and a bouquet of white roses. The Eiffel Tower stood proudly, watching you in the background. Its golden lights shone lustrously while the sun was sinking below it. You were rendered speechless.

“What do you think?” Baekhyun asked, his hand now running up and down your back.

“It’s – it’s… Wow…” Baekhyun chuckled.

“You like it?” Instead of replying, you whirled in his grip and pulled him closely to you. Your lips crashed together and your fingers found their way to his hair. He grunted in shock but soon he was kissing you back with the same fiery passion. You two were burning.

A waiter coughed politely and the two of you pulled away from each other. You could feel your cheeks scorching in embarrassment.

The food was at a grand standard and you tried to avert your mind from wondering how much it’d all cost. Baekhyun sent compliments your way all night, comparing you to the moon, the stars and the poised demeanour of the city.

Baekhyun’s persona that evening contrasted heavily to earlier in the day. He’d been excitable and loud, cohering with the frenzy of the city’s earlier buzz. But now, he was calm and collected, mature. You gazed at him, fixing your eyes on each of his features. He looked so handsome tonight, you thought. His hair was parted so that his fringe curled over to one side, exposing his forehead.

As dessert was served, Baekhyun couldn’t keep his cheek back. “Looks almost as tasty as you,” he chuckled, raising his eyebrows. You smiled, rolling your eyes.

“And you were doing so well,” you sighed. Baekhyun laughed.

Instead of returning to the hotel in the taxi, you both agreed on strolling back yourselves. The sky blanketed you both. While you’d expected drunks to be milling around the streets, it was surprisingly quiet. Baekhyun’s hand didn’t cease to cling onto your back tightly though, protectively. At one point, you’d taken off your heels and decided to walk barefoot – all aspects of class gone. You rested your head against his shoulder while he gently hummed a love song, echoing and bouncing off the buildings.

“Thank you,” you said, as the two of you found your way into the hotel bedroom. You became wrapped tightly in his arms and you both stumbled your way towards the bed. You were giggling together, crashing onto the mattress and moulding yourselves into one another.

“It’s alright. It’s my pleasure to make you happy.”

Under the bubbles of champagne and the company of the moon, you entwined your bodies together.

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Sorry this has taken a little while to get up. I had a very bus Christmas and didn’t manage to get any writing done and found it a little hard to get back into it afterwards but think I’ve got it now. Also apologies, I had plans for this part to go up before Christmas so it is set before Christmas so use your imaginations please. It’s only this part and the next part (which will be a little shorter I think) and then we’ll be in the New Year in the story. Sorry again but hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I xx

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‘Ok love?’ Harry asked after opening the car door for Y/N. She simply nodded, quiet from the nerves Harry could tell she was feeling. Harry outstretched is hand for Y/N as she turned in her seat, her feet hitting the pavement as she stepped out taking Harry’s offered hand as she did so. She pulled the fur coat over her shoulders a little more, the winter air icy and sharp on any exposed skin. From the pavement, she could hear the music from inside the small venue she had never even realised was there before now. Y/N heard Harry thank the driver and turned to him as he stepped back towards her, his trademark grin on his face, ‘You do look stunning in that dress, it was definitely a good choice.’ Harry winked as Y/N smiled bashfully.

Y/N’s day hadn’t exactly got off to the start she’d hoped. Alfie’s cold was coming to an end but he was still being slightly difficult. A dose of calpol had made it easier to get him into the car and to Josh’s but she was still running late and was pulling a high neck, woollen, grey jumper over her head when Harry rang her doorbell only twenty minutes after she’d arrived back home. She opened the door a little breathless and Harry stood looking as effortlessly, well put together as he always did.

‘Good morning.’ He said cheerfully stepping into the house ‘For you,’ He smiled handing Y/N a bunch of cream and blushed pink flowers that she’d only half noticed him holding. She recognised the roses and the green belle but the rest of the bouquet where unfamiliar to her, though admittedly beautiful. ‘Sorry I didn’t know what you liked so I kind of guessed and got the florist’s opinion.’ He admitted as he closed the door behind himself.

‘They’re beautiful thank you.’ She said a little shocked but grateful nonetheless. ‘What for?’ She asked as she made her way to the kitchen, Harry following behind his hands in the pockets of his suede and sheepskin bomber jacket.

‘Well I just wanted to get you something nice but Louis also mentioned it was your birthday a few weeks ago and I hadn’t got you anything.’ Harry admitted as he watched Y/N search the cupboards for, he assumed, a vase.  He heard a sharp laugh come from Y/N, her head stuck in one of the top cupboards as she reached up for something inside it. She appeared from behind it moments later with a glass vase.

‘You didn’t even know me then.’ She told him the laughter he’d heard still evident in the tone of her voice. Harry shrugged watching Y/N unwrap the flowers from the brown paper the florist had wrapped them in.

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C’est La Vie

Requested: Could someone write this? Angsty muggle au in which James and Lily are young parents who are struggling a bit, so they have to work like two jobs or something like that. And they can’t afford things like family outing, or new clothes, or many toys for Harry. Lily is exhausted and sick of her job. And whenever James has to pick up Harry from daycare, other parents judge him because he is so young. But Harry doesn’t care because he only knows he has a wonderful family that love him very much.

James Potter is aware he looked a bit wrecked as he entered the daycare. It didn’t help that he’d been turned down for the big promotion at work, again. The boss resented him, his competition jaded him, and such was life. James had something more important than a job he hated; he had a son he loved.

Their stares are evident as he picks Harry up from the daycare. The woman at the front desk always looked him up and down with scathing eyes. The girls taking care of the children always whispered to each other, giggles not shy, as he took his son away from the many toys the daycare offered. The prettiest girl always made sure to offer him a suggestive smile as he placed their tip in a jar on the crayon infested tables.

They thought he was young, foolish, and less than capable of parenting the boy he held in his arms.

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