This is a short piece from a longer fanfiction I’m working on. Enjoy!
Slowly creeping through the forests, Newt Scamander peeked through the trees and bushes, trying to find what he had been searching for. This search had gone on for weeks now.
“I just want to get these little guys and get out.” he mumbled to himself, pushing a branch from his face as he walked.
Soon, he came across a clearing in the woods. This was it. Newt could feel it inside him.
He crept forward, careful not to make too much noise. He didn’t want to frighten the creatures ahead.
He could hear the chatter of the forest around him. Some sounds would be quite normal if a muggle were to come through. Others, however, Newt could tell were magical, something beyond a muggle’s understanding.
Just past the treeline of the clearing, Newt saw it. A small tree in the center. He squinted and saw a bunch of little creatures crawling around on it. He had found them. The bowtruckles.
Newt knew he had to be calm and quiet when approaching them. They were small with a lot of heart. They couldn’t take seeing a human well if they were loud and scary.
With case in hand, Newt went forward, seeing all of the bowtruckles wandering around on the tree, their home and practically their entire lives surrounded their tree.
A few of the small creatures looked up, seeing the tall man approaching them. None seemed to shy away yet. This is a good thing, Newt thought. Just collect and go.
“Hello everyone.” he spoke to them, a smile creeping across his face. “I’m here for all of you. I have a lovely tree just like this one in my case here.” he kneeled down beside the tree and unlatched his case, opening it slowly. “Would you all care to come in and see for yourselves?”
The bowtruckles all stared at him with curious eyes. They knew what he was saying but they were trying to figure him out. Why was he there for them? What was his purpose?
“Allow me to introduce myself, Pardon, I forgot my manners for a moment there.” Newt shook his head. “I’m Newt. I’m a magi-zoologist and I study magical creatures.” he pulled a small, leather-bound notebook from his coat pocket and opened it. He turned to a page and showed it to the curious creatures.
“See? Looks just like you all!” he beamed from his sketch of the bowtruckle on the page. The other side of the page was covered in information about the creatures and where he had found them at last.
“And in my case, you can all stay together and be a family. I’ll take care of you, I promise. I could never hurt any of you, oh goodness no.” Newt closed the notebook, putting it back in his pocket.
One bowtruckle in particular seemed to like Newt very much. The tiny green creature went to the end of a branch on the tree, looking at Newt with wide eyes. The young man noticed the bowtruckle and smiled at him.
“Hello there, little one. Would you like to see inside the case?” Newt gingerly put his hand out for the bowtruckle and was amazed to see it hop on just after.
“Well aren’t you a friendly one?” Newt grinned, bringing his hand close to his face. The bowtruckle looked back at the others on the tree, they were all watching him with concern and amazement. Was this one little bowtruckle trusting a human?
Newt took the bowtruckle and set him on his shoulder. The small creature held onto Newt’s coat collar and stood shakily.
“Let’s go explore the case. You can let the others know if they should join or not.” Newt told him before swinging his legs into the case and stepping down into it, the bowtruckle still hanging on with excitement.
After the adventure through the case, Newt brought the bowtruckle back up from the case to his family on the tree. The bowtruckle excitedly nodded to all of the others on the tree. He wanted to go. He knew it was safe. Newt would be there to take care of them.
When the others made their decision, they all looked towards the man in front of them. They wanted to go with him.
Newt smiled when they looked to him. They wanted to go! He quickly started taking them in groups into the case and to their new home. The tree was exactly like the one in the forest clearing. The “sun” shined on it, rays of light streaking through in just the right spots.
After all were settled into their new home, Newt took the first bowtruckle and extended his hand to the tree, letting him join the others.
The bowtruckle didn’t move. He simply wouldn’t leave this human’s hand.
“Now, now, I have more work to do. Don’t you want to join the others?” Newt looked down at the small creature.
The bowtruckle looked at him and Newt knew there was something about this little beast in his hand. He had just gained a new friend.
“Alright then. You can stay right here.” Newt opened the pocket on the chest of his coat and stuck the bowtruckle inside. The small creature poked his head out and smiled. He was happy.
“I’ll need a name for you…and all the others as well. But you’re first.” Newt said to the bowtruckle before going into his shed of the case. He took the notebook from his pocket once again and flipped through the many pages to an empty one.
“Next stop, Egypt. There’s apparently a beautiful thunderbird there being held by smugglers. I have to go get him or her, actually.. Then, once I have them, I can take them somewhere free. Somewhere they can fly and feel the wind against their feathers and screech into the sunset.” Newt felt himself going into a long spiel and glanced down at the bowtruckle in his pocket, who was staring right back up at Newt with big eyes, soaking in everything he was saying.
“Well, at least I didn’t bore you.” Newt stuck the notebook in his pocket and sighed, standing up.
He climbed the ladder to the case and got out, back into the forest clearing. He latched the case and held it in his hand firmly.
“And off we go,” he said, looking back to the forest, a little bowtruckle sticking his head out from the pocket of his coat. “to find a thunderbird and come up with your name.”
As a person who is deeply apathetic at best to every* ship that has ever existed on Arrow, it is very tiresome to see people constantly dragging a ship I DO care about, Iris/Barry, into an irrelevant conversation that is based entirely in Arrow’s nonsense shipwars.
So let’s use knowledge of comics canon and of how tv shows and narratives work to break down why:
“Arrow changed canon to make Olicity endgame even though Ollie and Dinah were married in the comics, so they might change it from Iris/Barry too!”
is an absurdly fallacious statement on every conceivable level.
Not the man you pretend to be you. The actual you. The one with fears and hopes and dreams, the ones with insecurities and a past and a smile somewhere under that bitter expression.
I would like to heal every wound, listen to every word pour out of your mouth. I’d kiss and bandage each scar, provide you the tenderness a mother or sister never could.
If I could have one night with you I’d shut my mouth and listen to all the stories you have to say, all the emotions you bottle up inside.
If I had that night alone with you, I’d be a very happy person.
Grey eyes traced the words, surprise causing his mouth to fall open from it’s pressed frown. Was his mask really so easy to see through? He’d thought for certain that none but those who he’d known earlier in life could see past the stone-faced Captain’s facade he had long since adopted.
How? How could Hange see me in this way? She couldn’t possibly know what a dark, scarred thing my mind is…. Could she?
The prospect both scared and intrigued him. If Hange knew his truths, she would hold something over him that currently only Erwin did, but at the same time, telling her would be letting a weight off his soul that plagued him during both day and night.
His fingers traced the words and a morose smile pulled up the corners of his lips, “Perhaps, Hange, you will become one who coaxes these stories out of me.”
Eridan’s in the room with you. You know this, and you ignore it in favor of your movie.
Eridan is now on the couch with you. You feel his weight over there, and ignore it in favor of your movie.
Eridan has now draped himself around your shoulders. His weight is persistent and not particularly warm, and you ignore it in favor of your movie.
Eridan is now laying soft little pecks down your neck and back. His lips are cooler than the room and feel a little dry and you try very hard to ignore it in favor of your movie.
Eridan is now playing with the hem of your shirt, his cool, soft, probably-moisturized-six-different-ways hands creeping onto your bare stomach. You can’t really ignore this and decide to finally ask.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?”
His hands slightly drop from where they were and he answers comfortably against your neck.
“Bein’ romantic. W-why?”
“You’re failing miserably at it. Did you ever get schoolfed before this huge final exam on how to be a matesprit or were you just horribly neglected by your lusus in that regard? Or did you just fall off your skyhorse and land head-first on the bony fish-asses of some mertrolls somewhere along the line?”
He holds out the following “Nope” until it sounds like a different word, then continues, “This grade-A romantic lowhin’ all over your tensed back shoulders.”
“No, I am a perfect matesprit and you are just really fuckin hard to w-woo. I loweh” (his accent mangles the word again; you never know whether to be disappointed or amused) “that about you.”
“No, you don’t. It’s exponentially obvious that you don’t.”
“You caught me,” he drawls out, “But it’s such a big part a’ bein’ in your heart quadrant, I’m w-willin’ to learn to loweh it.”
You don’t know how to respond to that without sounding like the biggest bulgecake, so you instead just say, “Just let me watch my movie.”
“S’long as I can cuddle you from behind durin’ it.”
“Only if I can make it a marathon and you are in charge of procuring the snacks when I run out.”
“Damn fair deal w-we got then.”
“Damn fair it is.”
Eridan has you sprawled out in his lap. You like to pretend you ignore it in favor of your movie, but your snack-boy isn’t too shabby either.
(first time actually writing the ship instead of just reading it. Here you go, a gift)
Ohmygosh!!!! It’s so great! :D
Also wow yes please let’s be friends you seem really cool and awesome :)
I’ve read so many LawNa fics in the past week, that I’m remembering bits and pieces of them and I can’t remember what happened in which and it’s frustrating because I can’t find the one I’m looking for.