than him as newt


The hunches don’t help me… ever. So I figured I might as well use them to try to help other people. You’re the first person who’s actually stuck around and helped. You’re the first person who’s actually acted like a friend, whether you acknowledge it or not, and to be totally candid… I’m a bit sick of your bullshit, Todd. I wish you’d stop saying you’re an asshole.

Newt Gets Graves A Kitten

@qed221b @ladyoftheshrimp @fantastic-beasts-smut - I blame ya’ll.

And you especically, QED, for this adorableness right here.

Newt gets Graves a kitten, because he knows how helpful animals are in the healing process and while it’s been a year since Grindelwald, some scars just don’t want to fade away. Those tricky scars of the heart. 

So he gets Graves a kitten. A small, fluffy kitten with blond wisps of hair and eyes too big for its head. Feeble in its youth. Its cries are more chirping than cat-like. He puts a big, floppy bow around its neck - the red ribbon practically bigger than its whole body and giving it the illusion of wings - before quietly slipping into the bedroom they share. 

“This is him,” Newt whispers into the little kitten’s too large ears, lifting him up and out to show him the slender back of the man laying in bed before them - dead asleep. “Now off you go, just like we discussed.”

And then he sets the little beast down and lets it loose. He watches as it determinedly wobbles to the bed, obviously set on a goal. Smiles as it sets its tiny claws into the soft silk of their sheets and climbs the tall rise of their bed. Walks closer to watch as the little fur ball then makes an unsteady beeline for the man in the bed – as though completely aware of what Newt had said to him when walking home with him this morning from the shelter.

He can’t stop himself from laughing when the little beast finally makes it to Graves’ face. It reaches out with a tiny paw and taps his face kindly, as though asking for attention, before finally flat out sitting on the man’s face.

Graves jerks up, eyes wide and hair sticking out in every which way, and blinks first at the now upended little fur ball on his pillow, then at Newt – bewildered and confused from waking. Newt only laughs harder as he watches Graves slowly try to connect the dots, everything moving slowly from sleep. His hands seem impossibly large as he gathers the struggling little kitten up to better study it.

Bright green eyes, blonde fluffy coat, tiny little paws and a soft little chin that it rests atop his knuckles, staring up at him. Newt sees it the moment something melts in Graves – too tired and too early to hide the emotion before Newt can see.

“Do you like him?” Newt asks, bemused as his partner’s eyes rise from over top the little cat to stare at him, baffled and sleepy.

“I don’t understand,” Graves says, and Newt feels another piece of his heart melt for the man currently naked and in his bed, holding a kitten and blinking sleepily at him.

“He’s yours.”

“He’s mine?” Graves repeats.

“Yes,” Newt chuckles.

“You got me a cat?” Graves asks, eyes falling back down on the little kitten.

Newt pauses, suddenly worried that this had been a rash decision. He shouldn’t have surprised his partner with something so big, that required such a commitment, without talking to him first. His thoughts begin to tail spin. His hands tremble as he wrings them.

“I, uh – yes. That is… if you want him?”

Graves just squints at him for a long moment before suddenly collapsing back into the bed again, taking the kitten with him.

“That’s great,” Graves mumbles into his pillow, the kitten tucked happily beneath his chin and purring merrily away. “Kitten Newt won’t leave me alone in my bed at hideously early hours every morning.”

Newt squawked, indignant; a huge and spreading smile on his face despite his affronted tone.

“You’re replacing me?!”

“Technically you replaced yourself.”

“Move over, I’m coming in there.”

“Nope, I have kitten Newt now. There’s no more need for you in my bed,” Graves says, one eye cracking open to catch Newt’s gaze as he smiles, unable to hide his mirth.

“Oh you’re going to get it,” Newt growls as he stalks the bed.

“Not in front of kitten Newt!” Graves gasps, dramatic and scandalized.

Newt crawls onto the bed where he’d normally sleep and gently covers the little kitten’s eyes with one finger, ignoring its plaintive little meow as he leans forward to capture Graves’ lips in a soft, sleepy kiss.

“Thank you,” Graves whispers into his lips after their kiss.

Newt just kisses him again.

Originally posted by namk1

  • Minho: There's a rumor going around, you know.
  • You: What rumor?
  • Minho: Apparently there's this guy who really likes you but doesnt have the guts to tell you.
  • You: Who is it?
  • Minho: He'd kill me if I told you.
  • You: I thought we were best friends.
  • Minho: He's also one of my best friends.
  • You: Minho, you're only other best friends are Thomas, and Newt and it's definitely not one of them.
  • -
  • Thomas: Hey (Y/N), I heard about the guy who's in love with you.
  • You: Oh, so he's in love with me?
  • Newt: No he isnt.
  • You: Can't you shanks just admit that there is no guy. If there were, you'd at the least give me a name.
  • Thomas: Mm, no names. But you know him. *winks*
  • (walk away)
  • You: I know everyone in the bloody glade.
  • -
  • Minho: Do you want to know more about your secret admirer?
  • You: Not really.
  • Minho: And why not?
  • You: Because you shanks are playing with me.
  • -
  • Newt: You alright?
  • You: *laughs* Just doing my best to stay away from the boys and their secret admirer crap.
  • Newt: Don't think you have one?
  • You: Have you met the boys? Of course not. Besides if there were, I dont understand why he wouldn't talk to me.
  • Newt: Maybe he's afraid you won't like him back.
  • You: How will he ever know if he wont talk to me?
  • Newt: Give the shank a break, he's a shy one.
  • You: So you know him?
  • Newt: *under his breath* Better than you'd think.
  • -
  • You: The hints you gave me about the guy.. Are they true?
  • Minho: Yeah he's a shy dude, one of my best friends and won't shut up about you when you're not around.
  • You: I think I have a clue about who it is.
  • Minho: It's not all that hard to tell if your pay attention to the way he looks at you.
  • You: What if it's the guy I'm thinking of?
  • Minho: I think you know exactly who he is, (Y/N).
  • -
  • You: Guess what? I found out who the secret admirer is.
  • Newt:
  • You: Doesn't matter. Do you think now I know he'll grow a pair and ask me out?
  • Newt: If he does, will you say yes?
  • You: Only if he stops referring to himself in the third person.
  • Newt: Okay (Y/N), would you like to go out with me?
  • You: Y'know I always had a thing for boys with accents.

anonymous asked:

Emma I don't know about you but I'm about 1000% certain that Derek Hale and Newt Scamander are related, when he was tiny he used to stare wide-eyed up at Uncle Newt who he admired more than anyone, he was so proud to be sorted into Hufflepuff even though the rest of the Hales were usually Gryffindors because UNCLE NEWT IS A HUFFLEPUFF, Derek went into magical creature studies like his beloved uncle and just like Newt he has an insane way with animals that impresses the BLOODY HELL out of 1/?

Stiles, a Slytherin who happens to be cultivating some rare herb somewhere years after graduation for his apothecary and gets approached by a Hippogriff, only for Derek to be nearby and be like “Oh no THAT HIPPOGRIFF MIGHT GET HURT!” and run to the aid of the animal, Stiles is always offended about how hard their kids laugh when he tells the story about how he and Papa met because Papa cared about a bird more than him (Newt, somewhere I’m sure, is equally amused).

The image of Derek trying to save the Hippogriff is priceless. Poor Stiles, he was probably very excited that a handsome young boy - oh wait, make that the handsomest young boy, now all man, from his school days - was running towards him, to save him (”not that I needed saving, BUT A GUY HAS DREAMS!”) and instead, he got knocked out of the way and watched, a little outraged, from the ground as Derek cooed and bowed to the Hippogriff. 

What if it had tried to kill me???

Shhh, you’re scaring him.


Stop being so dramatic. I swear to Merlin, you Slytherins…


(Derek Hale was totally that kid at Hogwarts who hung out with Hagrid, wanting to feed the magical creatures and pet them, I’m sure. I mean, like, Derek Hale could have been on the Quidditch team (he could definitely show off when he wanted to) and he certainly looked like he wasn’t afraid to curse you something awful when you annoyed him, but in reality? Softest. Gentlest. Dork. To. Ever. Dork. But also, perhaps, werewolf!Derek at Hogwarts who feels like an outsider and is afraid to get close to people because while Hogwarts is progressing, they still have a long way to go when it comes to werewolf rights. And so, Derek makes friends with the magical creatures, finding peace with them, a place without judgement, reading aloud to them and writing his Uncle Newt whenever he feels lonely.)

Also though. Now I need kid!Derek staring up at his Uncle Newt in awe because Uncle Newt is the best. I want kid!Derek feeling honoured and privileged because Uncle Newt lets him and only him see his magical creatures. Kid!Derek’s face the first time he sees a Bowtruckle. Kid!Derek on his first day at Hogwarts and writing screeds back home to his family, making sure to tell his mom to tell Uncle Newt he is pretty sure he saw a unicorn today but not to worry, Derek acted just like he was supposed to and that he hopes Uncle Newt is proud of him. 

Gruff Derek, jock!Derek…these are all good choices. But sometimes I just need unreserved dork!Derek who uses cockiness as a front, yes, but wants nothing more than to read a good book in peace while feeding Buckbeak with Hagrid. 

My favorite thing about newtmas is that when Thomas falls asleep somewhere out in the Glade, Newt notices that he’s not in his hammock and just grabs a blanket and goes out searching for him. And when he finds him, leaning against a tree in the most uncomfortable position he thinks ‘what an idiot’ but probably smiles fondly at him, puts the blanket over him and maybe (and he would never tell anyone if) when Thomas sighs happily and snuggles more into the newfound warmth, Newt’s heart beats just a little bit faster. 
The next morning, when he tells Minho to let Thomas sleep a little bit longer, he really doesn’t care about the knowing smirk he receives. He just flips the runner off and pretends not to hear his laughter echoing through the Glade.

A false impression

Percival Graves met Theseus Scamander when he was already the Director of Magical Security at MACUSA. They worked together on a case to find and bring down Grindelwald and his followers. He and some of the Ministry’s workers decided to join forces to end the dark lord once and for all.

During the month they were in New York, Percival became very good friends with Theseus and learned a few things about him.

One of the most curious things was the fact that despite of being a famous war hero, people didn’t know much about Theseus Scamander. He was very reserved when it came to his private life and only talked about himself with a handful of people.

The only thing Percival knew about his family was that his parents had died long time ago.

He also learned that Theseus couldn’t stop himself from talking about Newt. He always talked about him.

The first time he did it was after the first week, they all had worked so hard they decided they needed a rest and went to a pub. Theseus had a glass with whiskey and was turning it around in his fingers, looking at it like it was his worst enemy.

“He’s probably in Africa by now,” he commented with a depressed expression on his face.

“Who?” Percival asked, although he didn’t know why he did it since it was clear Theseus had a little bit too much drink for one night and was starting to lose himself.

“Newt,” a smile returned to his features when the name came out of his mouth. Then he began to ramble about how Newt was the best thing that could have happened to him. He was proud of him and all the things he had managed to accomplish. The only thing that bothered him was the boy traveled too much to do his research and spent so many days away from home.

“You know what he did when I told him not to follow me to the war?”

“He followed you,” Percival chuckled, having the weird sensation that he would like Newt if he had the chance to meet him.

“He did!” Theseus nodded and frowned at the empty glass. “We used to have dragons in our regiment. They wanted to use them, but they​ have to cancel the program because the dragons attacked everyone but Newt.”

Theseus smiled fondly at the memory and leaned in the table. Percival found himself more interested in the story and in the wizard capable of taming dragons.

“I’m glad it got cancelled, you know?” He said, looking irritated. “Because it was very difficult for me to keep an eye on Newt. Those damned beasts didn’t let me near him!”

Percival knew the exact moment when the alcohol hit Theseus’ system completely when the auror rested his head over the table and started to sob and cry how much he missed his Newt.

At the end of the night, Percival (and one of Theseus’ subordinates) had to take him back to his hotel room.

Percival didn’t find out who Newt was until days later.

Drunk or not, Theseus did really enjoy talking about Newt. And because of that Percival learned a couple of things about him. He was a magizoologist and he was the best in what he did; he loved magical and non-magical creatures and he lacked​ of self preservation.

“He thinks all creatures are fluffy kittens,” Theseus told him and even though he wanted to sound angry, there was a clear spark of amusement dancing in his eyes.

He learned that Newt had a kleptomaniac creature that loved shiny things.

“That damned Niffler stole my ring!” Theseus huffed. “I tried to cast a spell to recover it, but Newt stopped me before I could do it. He said it’d scared the Niffler.”

“You should’ve insisted,” Percival commented, curious to see his friend’s reaction.

“No, Newt would’ve gone mad at me,” Theseus told him. “The last time he was mad he stopped talking to me for a week.”

His eyebrows quirked up in surprise. Percival couldn’t quite believe one of the most powerful aurors of Britain was afraid of another wizard giving him the silent treatment. But Newt was not any wizard, was he? He was different, special, at least to Theseus. Percival thought Newt was Theseus’ friend, but somehow that didn’t seem quite right.

He knew later that Newt had a case full of magical (and also quite illegal) creatures and Theseus let him get in and out of the Ministry, with the case in hand, whenever he wanted.

It seemed Newt had Theseus completely wrapped around his little finger.

Percival found that rather amusing.

He didn’t found out more about Newt until Theseus stormed into his office, with a letter in his hands and a huge smile on his face.

The auror turned the paper around to show him what it was and Percival got​ a glimpse of a elegant handwriting, but what he could see was the signature.

Newt Scamander, it said. Percival blinked in confusion and looked at Theseus who was already concentrated reading the letter.

“Newt Scamander?” He mumbled before he could stop himself.

“Yes, I told you he sent it to me,” Theseus said.

“No, I meant… He’s Scamander,” he tried again, feeling stupid saying it because of the way Theseus was looking at him.

“Of course his last name is Scamander!” Theseus rolled his eyes. “What’s going on with you today? Are you okay? Have you been drinking lately?”

“Not even a glass of wine,” Percival said​.

“Besides, why wouldn’t he be? I thought it was obvious. After all he’s my-”

But Richards entered​ the office without even knocking first, insisting it was urgent.

And it was. They had found Grindelwald’s base of operations and they needed to go as soon as possible.

The fight didn’t last long; they captured the majority of Grindelwald’s followers, the problem was the dark lord himself had managed to escape.

Disappointment fell over the whole group, but they managed to cheer up a little bit when they remembered it was just a couple of days more for them to return home.

And Theseus was happy, because he was going to see Newt again after a very long and exhausting month.

He was so excited he started to babble about Newt… again, only this time he was heard by a wizard at the pub they were in. And the man moved his chair closer.

“Are you talking about Newt Scamander?” He asked, genuinely curious. “I met him in France. He’s a sweet little thing, isn’t he?”

Theseus didn’t answer, his response was to press the glass in his hands harder than he should.

“He saved me from a wampus. I haven’t seen him since then,” the man sighed, sad. “I wonder if any of you could tell me where he is… I really want to see him again, maybe invite him some dinner and-”

Theseus leaned in and took the man’s arm in a grip Percival was sure it was painful. But his smile, it was the most terrifying thing he had seen.

“Listen, you… whoever you are I don’t care, Newt Scamander is off limits, do you understand? Because if I see you near him, you’ll miss the wampus he saved you from.”

Then the story about the ring came to Percival’s mind and an idea formed in his mind.

Of course, it was so obvious. Newt was Theseus’ husband.

Percival was really curious about their story together, but he was not the man that used to ask people questions about their private lives, he preferred to wait until said person is comfortable enough to tell their story.

Besides, there was no time left, because Theseus was going back to England.


They didn’t see each other after that, but they kept writing. And it wasn’t that Theseus life wasn’t interesting but the best part of his letters was when he wrote about Newt. Percival found himself smiling and grinning the most when he read something about the magizoologist.

Because it seemed Newt was as wild as the creatures he took care of.

More than once he laughed out loud while reading how Newt had found another dangerous creature and took it to the house, making Theseus almost have a heart attack.

After a few of those letters, Percival not only wrote about the problems in MACUSA, he also added a few questions about Newt. But they were just innocent questions. Where was Newt at the moment? What kind of creature was he studying the most? He asked and stopped himself from adding things like What color are his eyes? How does his voice sound like?

Mercy Lewis seemed to have heard his prayers because the next letter came with a photograph. Theseus wanted to prove Percival Newt kept taking beasts into their house. But Percival didn’t pay much attention to the little occamy in the wizard’s hands, because the wizard himself was way more interesting than the creature.

Newt was breathtaking. He had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. And his eyes were shining with joy as he looked at the occamy and caressed it with his fingers. Then he turned his head to the camera and he could see lovely freckles all over his cheeks. His curls fell over his forehead and his eyes looked away from the camera in an gesture of adorable shyness.

Percival kept the picture, of course he did. After all Theseus gave it to him, didn’t he? There wasn’t anything wrong about that. The problem started days later when Percival brought home a beautiful frame for the photograph and left it in his bedroom where he could see it perfectly before falling asleep.

He didn’t have time to think about it, because Grindelwald attacked him.


It took Percival a long time to be back to himself after being rescued. Newt’s photograph (that thanks Mercy Lewis Grindelwald didn’t destroy) and Theseus’ letters with news of Newt helped a lot.

To say that he was impressed was a underestimation, he was more than that when auror Goldstein told him it was Newt who noticed the Graves that sentenced them to death wasn’t the real one. He not only felt impressed, he felt relieved to know Newt didn’t believe he’d do something like that to him. He’d never hurt Newt.

Even though he hadn’t actually met him.

But he did, he met him two years after his rescue. Newt had returned New York to visit auror Goldstein and her sister and he also brought copies of his book with him. Percival already knew about that, Theseus sent him a long letter about how proud he was of Newt and how much he wanted the whole world to notice the other wizard’s talents.

But even though the information and the picture, Percival was not prepared. Seeing that kind and warm smile spreading slowly over those freckled features was completely different from seeing it on a photograph. Newt’s presence was like a ray of sunshine, he was full of energy, an energy that was difficult to follow, but Percival did it anyway.

He ignored the inner voice that warned him about getting too close, he knew what was going to happen, what was already happening and did nothing to stop it. He gave Newt all the permits he needed, he started to have lunch with him in the cafeteria and adapted his own office to make it a place more comfortable for the magizoologist, so he didn’t have to leave.

He knew, but ignored. Percival let himself fall little by little. He asked the other wizard to be on first name basis because he couldn’t stand calling him Mr Scamander anymore. He felt guilty for putting in the president’s head Newt would be very valuable for MACUSA, but he felt worse when Newt accepted, because part of him was overwhelmed with happiness.

He was also curious and hopeful. Why did Newt accept a job so far from Theseus? Was there something wrong? What was happening between the two?

But he didn’t ask, it was not his place.

He met the Niffler when the thing stole his pocket watch. And when he found out he didn’t care, that he liked the way Newt’s cheeks flushed or the sensation of his skin when their fingers touch as Newt returned him the watch, he knew there was no coming back from that.

It got worse at MACUSA’s dance. All years there was a celebration for the anniversary of MACUSA. All workers were invited. Percival had to go because he was the Director of Magical Security and because Picquery basically ordered him to go.

Newt, on the other hand, wasn’t a people’s person and Percival knew he’d prefer to be taking care of his creatures, but he also knew Miss Goldstein was his friend and she could be really persuasive sometimes.

So Percival Graves spent the night trying not to stare at Newt, but it was unfair, because he was wearing a really good suit and he looked stunning with it.

The problem was that he wasn’t the only one who noticed, therefore it didn’t took long for Newt to be surrounded by wizards and witches who wanted to dance with him.

Percival walked towards him, reminding himself he had promised Theseus to take care of him. He also conveniently ignored the voice that called him hypocrite, the same voice that was telling him he was doing that just because he was jealous.

“May I have this dance?” He asked. He hadn’t recalled being that flustered since he was twelve. It was almost ridiculous. And it was even more ridiculous when all his​ worries fade away when Newt smiled at him and took his hand.

“Thanks for getting me​ out of there,” Newt said. “It’s not that I don’t like them. They seem good people, but I’m not used to be around so many people.”

“You’re welcome,” Percival smirked and forgot about everything else. He took Newt by his slender waist and pulled him close.

“I feel comfortable around you,” he said and Percival felt warm inside.

He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, he stayed like that because Newt didn’t push him away.

He looked into those hazel eyes and wondered what would have happened if he had met Newt before Theseus did. Maybe he was losing it, but he felt like Newt and him fit together.

But it couldn’t be. It could never be.


Percival knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but honestly he wanted more time.

Theseus had arrived at MACUSA and knowing him he was going to convince Newt to leave with him.

But Percival refused to let Newt go without telling him everything.

He wasn’t so lucky because before he could move, Theseus stormed into his office. He was angry, which didn’t surprise him.

“Why didn’t you tell me Newt was officially working for MACUSA?” He demanded.

“I thought he had told you,” Percival’s lie sounded weak even to his ears.

“He didn’t.”

“Maybe he had a reason to do that,” he blurted out.

“Where’s he?” Theseus asked, ignoring him.

“I don’t know.” Another lie, he knew Newt so well by then he was sure he was sitting on the couch at Tina’s office at the moment.

He sighed and looked at Theseus, he deserved to know too.

“I’m in love with him,” he said before he regretted it.


“I’ve fallen in love with Newt,” Percival breathed and didn’t flinch when Theseus growled. He was pissed, of course he was.

“You utter cock! I trusted you!” He snarled. “But if you think just because you’re my friend I’m gonna let you put your dirty hands on my baby brother you’re terribly mistaken!”

Percival blinked a few times before he could process what Theseus had said.

“Newt’s your brother?”

That just seemed to irritate Theseus even more.

“Of course he is! But you know that already, Graves!”

“I didn’t,” he admitted. “I thought he was your husband.”

“What?” The words catch Theseus off guard. But when he realised, he bursted into laughter.

Percival didn’t care he was laughing at him. He felt relieved.

“Just to make one thing clear, no matter how funny I find this, that doesn’t mean I approve your- hey!”

Percival left Theseus and apparated outside Tina’s office. He walked in like the desperate man he was and sat next to his magizoologist.

Marry me he wanted to say, but bit his lip before saying it. He had waited so long he wasn’t going to ruin it.

“Do you want to have dinner with me?” Percival asked feeling his heart on his throat.

“Of course,” Newt responded too quickly. He looked quite calm for someone that got flustered for almost anything.

Auror Goldstein cleared her throat and make a motion with her hand, like she wanted him to add something more.

Then he understood.

“Like a date,” he added.

“Oh… Oh!” Newt blushed prettily. “I mean… yes, I’ll have dinner with you.”

Percival couldn’t help himself and kissed Newt’s hand and the wizard’s face turned into a deeper shade of red.

“What are you doing, Graves? Hands off!” Theseus entered the room.

Percival saw auror Goldstein sigh.

“So you thought he was married and you still were planning how to woo him?”

“Don’t mind him, he’s being overdramatic,” Newt told him, then his brother’s words hit him. “You thought I was married? With whom?”

“It’s a long story.”


Oingo Boingo At Dick Clark’s American Bandstand 1983

thegaypumpingthroughyourveins  asked:

Newt has a big crush on Graves pass it on

Newton Artemis Fido Scamander most certainly did not have a crush on one Percival Graves, the Director of Magical Security - until he did, that is.

Newt hadn’t had a crush on anyone for years, in fact, until a good three months after the Grindelwald incident. A good three months after they found Graves. Newt had been brought in to consult on a trafficking ring that broke out during the chaos of cleaning up Grindelwald’s mess and MACUSA had instantly asked for his return. He had come back, knowing he’d probably end up meeting the man behind the face that Grindelwald had stolen -

Only to find out he was on sick leave, re-cooperating from the trauma of being held prisoner. What trauma specifically, be it psychological or physically, no one could say. Nor could they say how long he’d be gone.

So imagine Newt’s surprise when he’s knee deep in a raid - spells flying, creatures howling from their cages and panicking, lashing out through the bars and suddenly, he appears. He spots Graves entering the chamber from across the chaos and for a heart stopping second, Newt can’t move. His face is so familiar, and every moment he blinks, he can see Grindelwald’s exasperated expression as he sentenced him to death. But every time he opens his eyes, he see Percival Graves. And while the face is the same, nothing else is.

Grindelwald had moved like a peacock, strutting his power and the richness of Graves’ body like a man flaunting a pricey car. Graves moved like a panther; smooth, steadfast, assured of his capabilities but also cautious enough to know that didn’t ensure a painless fight. His eyes were deep and focused. He scanned the chaos at hand with a sheer, calm calculation that set Newt at ease. 

And when he announced his entrance finally to the group at large, it was not flashy or wasteful. He bound and gagged three criminals before the rest even realized he was attacking them at all. 

He attacked not just for himself, but for his flock. He cast spells that assisted those aurors that were struggling the most first - the outnumbered or exhausted or wounded. And once assured of their safety, then moved onto the rest. He wasn’t flashy. He didn’t try to eliminate everyone on his own, although Newt had a small inkling that he could. Instead, he worked with his aurors. He attacked just as much as he defended, moving slow and precisely. It wasn’t a race, after all. The safety of his team was most important.

And so while it was a sluggish fight, it was predominantly a success, with minimal injuries occurring after the fact.

“Well done,” he said, his voice rough like whiskey and warming Newt’s chest just the same. Newt watched as he clapped a strong hand onto Abernathy’s shoulder and squeezed, encouraging, before turning to the room at large. “Everyone, begin transporting these men to headquarters. We’ve a long night of paperwork ahead of us.”


“Of course, sir!”

“Right away!”

And then Graves turned to look at him.

Mr. Scamander, yes? I was informed you were assisting with this case. Are you alright?” Graves asked, approaching him all the while, and Newt couldn’t help but feel pinned beneath the wolfish focus of those eyes. He swallowed, about the speak, when Graves’ gaze slid suddenly over Newt’s shoulder. 

He received no more notice than that. Suddenly, Graves was in front of him, shoving him aside. Newt stumbled into a nearby table, off balance, then whirled to take in what had set Graves off. 

A nundu stood where Newt had once stood, blood on it’s claws. Were it not for the cruel muzzle the criminals had placed upon the creature’s snout, Graves would probably have been struck dead by the creature’s poisons. Newt, too. 

Graves had managed to back away somewhat, but Newt could see where the nundu had struck him - sleeve torn and muddled red at the forearm. Graves had both his hands out, both making him seem large while also giving the nundu sight of both his hands and what they were doing. 

Newt rose to his feet quickly, mouth open to direct Graves, when the man then turned his open palms to him and shook his head - shushing him with his eyes. It was then he realized the man must have already warned back his aurors, too, because they were frozen in a semi-ring around him, wands drawn but frozen as they watched.

The nundu was growling, it’s huge throat swollen in angry and its thorny mane bristling. Newt felt his heart constrict, torn between directing Graves regardless of the man’s request for silence and telling him not to harm the nundu.

But neither predator attacked, nor seemed to attend to - both just staring each other down. It was then, Newt realized, that Graves was gently easing a wandless spell through the air between them. It sunk into the creature gradually, easing it into a calm stupor incrementally instead of all at once lest the spell panic the beast. Newt watched, wide-eyed, as the director calmly eased the creature to the ground - falling into a kneel in time with the moment that the creature laid down, keeping eye contact until it was finally fully slack, eyes closed, restful and at peace. 

“Sir, that was amazing,” one of the aurors whispered, awed. 

“Yes it was,” Newt whispered.

Graves leaned forward, hands searching out the crevices of the muzzle, frowning as though displeased as Newt approached. The man looked up at him once before leaning back on his haunches and turning his attention back to the beast.

“My apologies, Mr. Scamander. I am well aware of your expertise, but I did not think warning you would give you enough time to react - I hope I did not hurt you.”

“N-no, I’m quite alright. You… Thank you for not harming him. Another man might have killed him without another thought if they were staring down a nundu.”

“It’s not the creature’s fault he’s here. A spell must have shattered the door to his cage. Spooked him. We got too close and he was acting on instinct. He didn’t advance any further after the initial swipe - he didn’t want to hurt anyone,” Graves said, eyes on the creature as he spoke. “Can hardly fault him for trying to protect himself. Far from home, surrounded by hostile people and then exposed to the fight that just happened. And then he was muzzled. I don’t strike a man if I have a knife and he doesn’t. Goes the same for creatures. Just doesn’t seem right.”

Newt blinked, stock-still in the face of the last words he had expected to hear.

“I wish we could loosen this,” Graves said, fingers trailing over the places where the muzzle bit cruelly into the creature’s jaws, “But until he’s somewhere more managable, I don’t think that’s an option - for all of our sake’s, his included. I apologize though, Mr. Scamander. I know you’re likely not comfortable with that.”

Newt jerked, shook himself of his daze and said, “N-No, not at all. You’re right, it’s best for all of us, the nundu included, until I can get him somewhere safe.”

And when Graves rose to his feet, they were suddenly so close. Newt felt his breath hitch. He watched as Graves ran a hand over his wound, sewing the ragged mess shut, before looking ever so slightly up to look at Newt.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Mr. Scamander?” Graves asked. “You look a little shell shocked.”

Newt nodded quickly, too quickly to be smooth.

“Good. We should start noting and moving these creatures somewhere safe, then. I’d be happy to lend you a hand, if you need the assistance,” Graves said, clapping Newt on the back as he had done the aurors. “The faster we get them somewhere more like home, the better - right?”

And when Graves smiled at him, Newt felt his breath catch in his lungs. Oh no, he thought. He’s perfect.

Have you seen this gif? I was tagged in a post with this gif (and have since lost that post somewhere in my hoards of likes, oops) and let me tell you, my life was enriched for having seen it.

So here’s an AU:

Graves is a celebrity with everything that entails: tv appearances, photoshoots, even just going up on stage to receive an award. He has a whole team dedicated to managing his life and his appearance including this one guy on the makeup team, this young guy with the curly hair who’s just starting out and is terrified of doing something wrong and getting fired from his first big job.

And honestly, Newt doesn’t mean to get things wrong. But. One of the dogs was sick, and he had to clean it up and stay long enough to make sure she was ok, he couldn’t just leave her until he knew she was alright - but work - but dog - in the end he sneaks Niffler the dog into the back room and hopes no one notices and stammers his way through an apology for being late. And his budgie, little blue and yellow guy called Pickett, he has attachment issues - birds are really intelligent, you know? Much more so than we give them credit for. So Newt sneaks him in and he’s usually so good about staying out of the way, but sometimes he sits on Newt’s ear and preens his tousled mop and that’s just a thing. And the cats, Newt has a lot of cats - to be honest he doesn’t even mean to have a lot of cats but somehow he keeps adopting strays - and do you know how hard it is to get cat hair off your clothes? Hard.

So there’s Newt, stumbling over his words with a bird on his shoulder and cat hair over his clothes and a cocker spaniel hiding in the back room and he’s only meant to be sweeping up and handing people things, that’s all he’s meant to do.

Except Graves points at him and asks him if he’s new. And then, because Newt blushes scarlet and he really is far too cute to overlook, Graves waves him over.

“Show me what you’ve got,” he says with a challenging smirk and Newt kind of just dies? because? Percival fucking Graves is god’s gift to mankind and Newt gets to style his actual hair that’s it, he’s reached nirvana, goodbye budgie-Pickett Newt has ascended to a higher plain.

He doesn’t actually remember much of the experience because he was too busy floating on a cloud of happy (interspersed by random bouts of fear because what if Graves doesn’t like it and Newt gets fired and never gets to touch this amazing man again what will he do) but somehow he ends up waiting in the wings with Niffler the spaniel sitting on his feet and Pickett the budgie on his shoulder and somehow Niffler’s stolen not one but three of the makeup brushes and is chewing on them which probably isn’t good, but Graves is on stage now and that’s all that matters.

“Looking good,” the presenter compliments him, and Graves responds by staring out to the audience and running his tongue over his lip jesus christ Newt has been revived from death-by-hair only to die again how much more can he take.

Except. Except then. Just at the end Graves flicks his gaze to the side and looks Newt straight in the eyes. He finishes with this satisfied little smirk and Newt actually crouches on the floor and hides behind Niffler because holy fucking hell wHAT.

Niffler, the traitor, trots out onto the stage and presents a well chewed brush to Graves while Newt attempts to hide behind a lighting rig and pretend he doesn’t exist.

“A new admirer?” the presenter jokes. “She’s a cutie, isn’t she?”

And Graves, clearly not content with the extent to which Newt’s brain has been scrambled, smiles this beatific, conspiratorial smile as he kneels down and scratches Niffler behind the ear, does he have any idea how much Newt loves people who love his dogs, because it’s a lot, ok, a lot, and says:

“You should see her master, he’s adorable.”

And that. Just. Cannot cope.

Newt out.

I Love You, and Only You (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by trechos-of-books

Request:   Can you please make a one-shot where the reader is dating Newt but she thinks he still has feelings for his ex (Tina)? Lots of fluff!  - @blackrose22-0

Aghhh I got way off track with this one but I really liked it

H/H: Hogwarts House

I/H: Ilvermorny House

Y/N/N: Your nickname

When Tina broke up with Newt (yes, that’s right.  Tina broke up with Newt.  Not the other way around) for some muscular Auror guy, he was heart broken.  He refused to interact with anyone but his creatures for a week.  You, being his best friend, tried to coax him out of his case.  Eventually he gave in, and allowed you to hold him while he clung to you and cried on your shoulder.  When you lifted his head up to look at him, he looked right into your eyes, studying you carefully.  His gaze fell down to your lips, making your eyes widen a bit.  Newt leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, although you pulled away rather quickly.

“I-I’m sorry… that wasn’t right…,” Newt said quietly.

You thought for a moment.  “But it felt so right,” you said, crashing your lips back onto Newt’s.

He responded immediately, bringing his arms down to your waist.  You wrapped your arms aorund his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.  Newt’s tongue lightly brushed your bottom lip.

You both pulled away breathless.  You spent a good fifteen seconds staring at each other until Newt finally realized something.

“It was you… it was always you… never her.”

You smiled.  “I’m glad you finally noticed,” you replied and kissed his nose.

Ever since that day, you two never mentioned Tina again.  However, you worked for MACUSA, so her name would occasionally pop up somewhere.  

It was around Christmas (deal with it), and MACUSA was holding a Christmas party.  You were very excited to attend with Newt, until you realized something.  Tina was sure to be there with her Auror boyfriend.  It hadn’t crossed Newt’s mind, and you didn’t want to worry him, so you didn’t bother to tell him.  You wanted to have a good time with Newt rather than worry about his ex.  You had thought about just not going, but since you were the personal secretary to Seraphina Piquery, you didn’t exactly have a choice.

As you were applying the final touches of your makeup, you thought of something that made the color drain from your now-rosy cheeks.

What if Newt still has feelings for Tina?  I mean, she was the one to break up with him, so is it possible he still has the slightest bit of love for her?

You set down your lipstick and took a deep breath.

I’m not going to let these crazy and absurd thoughts ruin tonight.

So you walked out of the bathroom, left your apartment bundled in a warm coat and your H/H or I/H scarf, your arm linked with Newt’s.

As you entered MACUSA headquarters, you quickly scanned the crowd to see if Tina was present at the moment.

Thankfully, you couldn’t spot her anywhere.  However, Newt noticed your worried look.  “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“What?  Oh!  Yes.  Yes, I’m fine.  Just zoned out a little.”

“Okay.  But, let me know if you want to leave, alright?” he said, unlinking his arm from yours and entwining your fingers together.

“Of course, love.”

You and Newt weren’t the kind of people known as ‘social butterflies’.  You both preferred to sit at a table and observe the scene.  Occasionally some of your friends would come over and wish you a merry christmas, but not much more than that.  You and Newt enjoyed each other’s company, clearly being the most adorable couple there.

But your smiles faded as soon as you saw her.

There was Tina, bright-faced gripping the arm of who had to be her boyfriend.  You didn’t know his name, but he was tall, well-built, and really handsome (but to you, nobody could ever be more attractive than your Newt).  Tina was laughing with him and some of their fellow Aurors.  

Newt saw your face drop.  “What is it, Y/N/N?”  he looked to where you were staring, and his smile faded too.  Newt took notice that your facial expression wasn’t just disgust, but also worry.  Newt took your hand in his.  “Why do you look so worried, dear?”

You turned to look at him.  “Do you… do you still have feelings for her?” you asked, your face turning into one of sorrow.

Newt looked at you shocked and surprised.  “What?  Feelings for Tina?  Good heavens no!  Why would you ever think such a thing?”

“It’s just… it’s just, you were so heartbroken when she broke up with you, that… it wouldn’t surprise me if you still loved her.”

Newt leaned over the table and took your face in his hands.  “Y/N, listen to me.  She hurt me.  More than anyone ever has before.  But you were the one that stuck by my side when it happened.  You showed that you loved me more than she ever had.  More than anyone has, really.  If Tina didn’t truly love me, then I’m glad she left me.  You’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.  A gorgeous lady that loves me for me.  I love you, and only you.”

You grinned, and a tear of joy slipped down your cheek.  “I love you.  So much.”

“I love you too.”

You both leaned in and kissed, which quickly turned into a heated make-out session.  Luckily, Tina turned around just at the right time to see it.

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

anonymous asked:

Which things do you think made so many people love Graves? And I mean the things, we know about him from the movie, not the things the fandom made up. Tbh after the movie I felt nothing for him, cause he wasnt even on screen, but thanks to the fandom I got to like him a lot. So Im really interested in your opinion.

Ah, him.

Well to be honest with you for me it was kind of like…. an awakening. Literally. The minute he strutted on screen my brain and body were suddenly like oh. 

oh dear. 

So a huge part of me liking Graves and his character has to do with sexual attraction and I won’t deny it. Have you seen that man? 

Originally posted by porpentinygoldstein

like, ugh. he makes me weak in the knees. or, if we want to be more blunt, then ugh. id let him use me anywhere and anytime he asked. id get on my knees so fast for him. 

anyway. that’s mostly how I felt the entire time I was watching the movie for the first time. utterly shocked, eagerly anticipating his next appearance on screen and knowing i was fucked the minute he started taking on all these Aurors by himself. That’s kinda when i lost it. then there was that plot twist, but well 

and then i just started thinking about his character more and more and then, of course, i thought about the original Percival Graves. I was baffled that JK (and no one in the movie, for that matter) seemed to give a shit about him. i had my period of anger, of denial, and now i’ve come to accept his loss. 

and then the fandom grew and people made so many versions of Percival, that man we knew next to nothing about and they were all so interesting. without mentioning the fanarts. like, this character is so loved he’s only second to come after Newt - the main character - when it comes to the number of fanfics written about him. 

like, i’m blaffled that JK doesn’t see that. 

and when you just take one second, one tiny second - and i took a lot of those seconds - to simply think about him and his story, then you are just struck by the sheer amount of potential Percival Graves has as a character in a franchise. like, it’s been said so many times already, but : 

  • his position 
  • his family name 
  • his powers 
  • his trauma 
  • his lonely personality 
  • his impersonation
  • his connection to Credence, to Tina, to Newt, to Grindelwald
  • the fact that no one noticed he was being replaced

i just, i can’t. there is so much there. so much. 

I liked Graves in the movie because he was, up until the end, a grey character. i didn’t really know how to feel about him. i wanted to like him, but he was shady. and then he executed Tina and Newt, and punched Credence, etc. It was hard to know what to do with him, but I already liked him and found him interesting - I was much more drawn to him and what the hell was going on with him than I was with Newt and the others. 

And with the revelation at the end of the movie, I became interested and invested in the real Percival Graves - this man we’ve never met, this man who never appeared on screen once. I want to know him. I still do. How different is he from how Grindelwald played him? How different is he going to be after this trauma? Who is Percival Graves? 

I want to know these things. 

I like Percival because of all of that, and of course also because Colin Farrell is an amazing actor who I feel could really give justice to Percival’s story, should he ever get one. I know we wouldn’t be disappointed with his performance. I know he could bring Graves to life, the real Graves, as easily as he did Grindelwald impersonating Graves. I want to see that too. 

She’s not you

Originally posted by sparklingnifflers

Prompt: A lot of people wanted insecure reader so here we are! 

    This is for all the insecure girls whether it’d be physically or emotionally.

         Their laughter filled the air creating a stone in (Y/n)’s chest. She sat at the table her sketches strewn across the table, yet she was unable to concentrate. Her thoughts kept returning to the two sitting in the living room. The jokes and small talk were stones set to weigh her heart down. Every moment it got harder and harder to listen. 

          (Y/n) couldn’t understand why this was affecting her so much. Newt was hers, not Tina’s. Yet as the two continued to joke around, something stirred inside (Y/n) that made her sick. It felt like the old butterflies had turned into wasps that seemed to tear at her stomach.

           She felt her eyes starting to burn the sign that tears were on their way. So she gathered her things and quietly exited to her temporary room. She set her belongings on the desk before plopping down on the bed. Something wet trailed down her cheeks as her chest seemed to tighten.

            Why was Tina so great? Why couldn’t (Y/n) be just as good as her? Well to (Y/n) it was obvious…. She was beautiful and (Y/n) felt that she wasn’t. She only had dull (E/C) eyes and greasy (H/C) hair. She had a lot more scars than Tina. She was socially awkward and could never word anything right it seemed. (Y/n) couldn’t blame Newt if he did fall in love with Tina.Tina seemed to have everything.

              “Oh, Sweetie…. None of that is true….”  (Y/n) jumped slightly at Queenie’s voice and quickly wiped her tears away. She looked away trying to ignore how her body shook from trying to contain her sobs. “Stop reading my thoughts Queenie,” She whimpered.

                Queenie’s eyes softened and she sat in front of (Y/n) giving the girl a sad smile. “Sorry, Sweetie…. It’s hard to ignore you when you’re hurting,” She stated. (Y/n) felt the tears rising again and struggled against the urge to gasp for air. “Queenie, please… Just leave it alone.” Queenie wrapped her arms around (Y/n) sighing slightly. ‘(Y/n) there is nothing wrong with you…. Newt’s not going to leave you…”

                  (Y/n) felt something warm slipping down her cheeks and a small whimper came from her. “How do you know Queenie…” She snapped slightly, fear rising through her at the thought. Queenie pulled away a knowing look on her face. “(Y/n) I may not know…. but I know someone who does.”

                    Queenie stood up and went to the door and for a moment (Y/n) was confused. That’s when she realized who she was talking about. “Queenie don’t you-”

                    “Newt sweetie will you come in here?” (Y/n) felt her heart stop as she heard Newt excuse himself from Tina’s presence. Her heart hammered in her chest as if it was trying to break free from her ribcage. 

                      Newt walked in with his signature smile across his face. “Hey, Queenie what’s-” Newt stopped the moment he saw (Y/n)’s face. Her eyes were filled with tears and were already puffy and red. Concern filled his eyes and he was instantly sitting in front of her. His eyes scanning her face and his hands holding her cheeks. “(Y/n) what’s wrong?”

                       Seeing him seemed to break (Y/n). She started sobbing as she hugged him tightly. Her heart aching with every sob that wracked her body. Newt was taken back having never seen her like this before, but soon he was mumbling soothing words in her ear. “Shhh it’s alright I got you…”

                        After what seemed like hours it seemed (Y/n) had finally calmed down. She pulled away taking a deep breath before looking away from him. Newt’s eyes softened and he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “(Y/n) what’s wrong?” (Y/n) seemed hesitant before she mumbled, “I understand if you like Tina Newt….. She’s a lot better than me…”

                         Newt frowned. “(Y/n)…” She wouldn’t look at him tears once again pricking her eyes. “(Y/n) look at me…” He mumbled eyes softening as she finally gazed up at him. “(Y/n)… Don’t ever feel that way…. I love you and you alone.” Newt took her arms and let out a sad laugh as he slowly traced her scars. “I love every scar that you have… Cause I remember how much I worried over everyone.” Tears were visible in his eyes as he gave (Y/n) a small smile. “I love how awkward you are cause it’s the most adorable thing I’ve seen… Especially when you say things wrong.” He met your eyes and a small grin formed on his face.  “And don’t even get me started on your beautiful (E/C) eyes or your hair.” He pressed a kiss on her nose sending tears trailing down her cheek. “I love every part of you (Y/n). Tina has none of the things I’ve listed and if she does it’s not even close to you….”

                        (Y/n) smiled and for the first time in a long time, she actually felt calm. “Newt… I love you… You know that?” He let out a chuckle and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Yes, I know…. Just remember that I love you too.”

REQUEST: “something where you take Credence to a party or club and it gets wild and stuff. like you have to coax Credence to dance and fun things like that. thank you v much!! oh, im not sure if you have limits, but if not, maybe there could be a grinding scene? :)))”

Warnings: Grinding???? is that like a warning???? that’s all lmao. cute embarrassed Credence.

Word Count: 1,051

You and Credence had known each other for a while now. You had been there with Newt and Tina when they had found Credence back in his human form after his obscurial destroyed much of New York. Being Newt’s assistant often meant following danger around fearlessly (more or less), so this was nothing new. However, when Newt took him in, it became clear that you would be the one largely taking care of him, since you were much better with people than Newt was. That’s mostly why you were assisting him in the first place.

You didn’t mind looking after Credence, really; in fact, you were quite fond of him (and had a crush on him, if you were being honest). You were also an outgoing social butterfly, though, and taking care of Credence had kept you from really associating with anyone else outside of Tina’s and Queenie’s apartment. You had to go out. And you were going to, tonight. You had spent days trying to coax Credence into going to this club with you, and you had looked so happy and vibrant that he really couldn’t turn you down.

Which is how he found himself standing awkwardly at a bar, watching you dance from a distance. He’d spent a few months with you and the others, and really he was so much more comfortable than he ever could have dreamed. That being said, he still was not comfortable enough to dance. So he watched silently by himself while you seemed to be having the time of your life. Periodically, you came over to check on him and get him another water and ask him to dance with you, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say Yes. He was grateful for your patience and not forcing him to go out because he just really couldn’t right then.

That is, until he noticed a few guys ogling you from the bar next to him, making lewd comments to one another. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but he was incredibly jealous and did not want them anywhere near you—so he stepped toward you nervously. He almost thought better of it and turned to walk back, not missing the way the other men laughed, before you turned and saw that he had ventured toward you. You smiled at him (radiantly, Credence thought) and yelled his name, near sprinting at him before grabbing his hand gently and pulling him toward you. “Do you want to dance?”

Credence’s heart leapt a little at how genuinely happy you sounded to have him joining you, so he nodded tentatively. “But I-I don’t know how to d-dance.” He couldn’t hear himself over the music pounding around him.

Your smile softened at him, and he was really quite surprised you could hear him. To be fair, you had spent the majority of the last three months or so listening to him. You took him gently by his hands a little deeper into the crowd. You leaned close to him and said, “So no one will be watching from outside. Everyone in here is preoccupied with themselves.”

Credence swallowed thickly, not sure of what to do now, but he should have known you would take initiative, especially since you could tell so easily that he was uncomfortable. You turned, pressing your back against him, and moved his hands to your hips. “Just hold here and move to the beat, Credence.” You tapped to the beat gently against his hands until you were sure he could confidently pick it up.

And then you began to move—something Credence was not entirely ready for. You began to grind gently against him before beginning to move in earnest. When you felt his hands tighten on your hips, you took that as a good sign, so you moved back gently against him and smiled, happy that he seemed to be having a good time and that you got to dance with him. When you went to put your hand over his for encouragement, he seemed to stiffen under your touch. You turned to look at him to make sure nothing was too terribly wrong, and you were greeted with a paling face and tears welling in his wide brown eyes. You stopped abruptly, panicked, and asked, “Credence, what’s wrong?” He had moved his hands to cover the front of his pants and was looking terribly embarrassed—mortified, really. It would have been almost comical if you hadn’t known how seriously he was taking the source of his embarrassment. You went to cup his face, knowing what had happened. “Credence, it’s okay. That’s not bad. It’s okay, Credence, don’t worry. That happens when you dance like this sometimes.”

Credence couldn’t stop a tear from slipping, but you caught it almost as soon as it had fallen, stroking your thumb in a gently sweep across his high cheekbones. “N-No, you’re so g-good, and I—I didn’t mean to—”

You leaned up on your tip toes to bring you mouth to his cheek. “Credence, I’m really quite flattered actually. The truth is, I really like you quite a lot, and— I mean, I really don’t mind, Credence.”

Now you were blushing deeply but not for long. Credence had shock clearly in his eyes but had shifted slightly to bring his mouth a little closer to yours before looking into your eyes and waiting for a nod before he pressed his lips against yours firmly. His were a little chapped against yours, but you honestly couldn’t help a shudder at the way the conflicting texture scraped against yours. He pulled back, a pink flush to his cheeks, and touched his forehead to yours. “D-Do you want to keep dancing, Y/N?”

You nodded with a huge smile on your face before turning in his arms and pressing as closely to him as you could. Credence forgot about his embarrassment and really tried to dance with you this time despite being a terrible dancer—something you had expected, really; he’d had no practice, in his defense. You insisted that he could always learn, and honestly, you didn’t care—just as long as you could be close to him and enjoy the way his hands gripped your hips tightly, and definitely if he would keep kissing you like that.

Secrets-NewtxReader (smut)

A/N: Here y'all go! As always, I didn’t proofread….so if there’s any embarrassing mistakes well….🤷🏻‍♀️ Also, I love Tina. Lol So this isn’t hate on her~ she’s precious.


A breath of relief escaped you, and you sank back into your bed, enjoying the simple comfort of your sheets. Work seemed to drag today, and all you kept wishing for was a good night’s rest, and maybe, just maybe the arms of your boyfriend. Newt had written to you a few weeks ago, promising to visit New York once his field research was done. You had hoped this would prove true. Sometimes he got so involved he tended to lose track of time, not that you held that against him. He was dedicated to his job, and his creatures, it was just who he was and you loved him for it.

Only thing is, tonight was one of Tina’s few nights out of the house. She would be working late on a case, and you really wanted your sister to be gone when Newt came over. You were all friends, however Tina didn’t believe the British wizard was worthy of you. But, you knew that was simply her being protective. She was still warming up to Jacob after all.

As you settled back into the bed you heard a soft tapping at your window, and you turned over to see Newt standing on the fire escape, case in hand as he gave you a smile. Your heart soared at the sight of him, and you giggled as you untangled yourself from the sheets and climbed out of bed.


As soon as you opened the window, the wizard pulled you into his arms, holding you impossibly close.

“Hello, darling.”

He left a sweet kiss upon your cheek, resting your foreheads together as he just admired the beauty in front of him.

“I’ve missed you.”

“Mm.” You hummed back in response, agreeing with his sentiment. It had indeed been far too long since you felt the affection of his touch. “I’ve missed you too, Newt….why on earth did you come through the window?”

“Oh, um…you see I thought Tina was going to be here…and after the last time I figured this would be better.”

You laughed at his worry, though you did have to admit he had good reason. Last time he came over at night Tina nearly ran him out of the country.

“Don’t worry about her, she’s at work.”

His eyes seem to light up at that, and he grinned mischievously as he placed his case down and wrapped both arms around you.

“So, we’re alone?”


It was obvious what he had in mind then, and weeks apart from your lover would make anyone instantly needy upon their return. It crossed your mind earlier, while you were filing paperwork and wand permits, but thoughts of that nature only distracted you terribly from work. But, having Newt here, in your arms…it was the perfect moment to reacquaint yourselves with the others body.

You trailed your fingers up his chest, playing with the loosened ends of his bow tie as he leaned down to finally shower his affections upon you. His lips brushed across yours, making you part your lips in anticipation. He always knew the right buttons to push, and as he closed the small distance between your mouths you tugged on his bow tie, pulling him harder against you.

His lips moved slowly against yours, almost teasing, like he wanted to savor this moment just a while longer until one of you caved into the desire. And judging by the significant bulge pressing into thigh, he was rather close to that point.

“Merlin’s beard, I’ve forgotten how much I’ve enjoyed this.”

He caressed his lips down your neck, fingers slipping under your night gown and pushing it up as he gripped your hips in his hands. He walked you over to the wall, pinning you between him and it as he continued his pleasurable assault.


You gasped when he nipped at your neck, tenderly leaving kisses on each love bite before working his way lower. He spun you around, your palms meeting the wallpaper as he came back up to his full height and nuzzled into your neck. It was very much like his mating dance, though a bit more seductive, his own unique way of getting you flustered and ready to be taken.

Newt ran his hands along your sides, bunching up your nightgown and revealing your backside to him. He admired the view for a second, before kissing down the nape of your neck, and along your shoulder blades. Every patch of skin his lips touched left you wanting more, and you almost whined out his name as kissed down your spine over the night gown.

“My darling…”

He quietly spoke, now down on his knees as he kissed the back of your thighs, pressing his lips softly to them until he heard delightful little whimpers leave you. You could feel your knees buckling, his ticklish actions making you crumble before him. It was almost distressing, the hold he had over you. But, even so you were more than willing to allow him the honor.

“Newt, gods sake, just please…”

He smiled into your skin, the tip of his nose pressing into your lower back as he released the material of your night gown. It fell back around your thighs as he moved up, placing his hands over yours that were against the wall.

His larger body enveloped you, creating a tempting mix of your body heat as he pressed down on you. His arousal was evident, and you closed your eyes in bliss as he rubbed into you, making your inner thighs warm with need. He pressed his lips to your ear, whispering a bunch of naughty and loving things that only made your desires rise.

“Y/N, I’m home.”

The sound of keys being thrown onto the table made you snap your head towards your door, and you both stiffened when you realized Tina had come home.

“Shh….” Newt whispered out with a smile, his lips still inches from your ear as he held you gently against the wall of your bedroom. You could hear the steps getting closer, and you cursed your sister for coming home now of all times. She was usually an early sleeper, but tonight she seemed more stressed than usual, that much you could hear in her voice.


Tina stood outside your bedroom, lips tightened into a frown as she knocked on your door. “You alright in there?”

Newt and you stood silent, your breathing the only thing that could be heard in the bedroom. You tilted your head a bit back, eyes meeting those of the magizoologist as he grinned down at you. He was playing a dangerous game here, sneaking in late at night, and risking the wrath of Tina. Though you had to admit this was all rather exciting, your older sister could be a bit brittle at times…


Hardly the smartest thing you could’ve said. But, with the wizard’s strong body pressed firmly against you, and his damn arousal rubbing into your backside, intelligent thinking was beyond your reach.


You watched the knob of your door slowly turning, your heart pounding even more in your chest. If she came in here, there’d be hell to pay. Sometimes, you wish Queenie never moved out with Jacob. Tina only became more protective of you after that.

“N-No…wait, Teenie!”

But, Newt only sighed, whipping out his wand from his pocket and uttering a quick spell that locked your door.



It came out in a harsh whisper, your brows furrowing at the wizard as he slowly lowered his arm, giving you that guilty smile he was so very good at. It always made you cave and forgive him for whatever trouble he caused, just like now.

“So sorry…”

“Sure you are, honey.”

You stifled your giggle, shutting up quickly when you heard Tina’s voice raise. “Y/N! What is going on in there? You’re acting strange!”

Newt chuckled softly into your ear, nipping at your lobe before wrapping his arm around your waist and moving you towards the bed. He laid you down carefully, knees pressing into the mattress as he rose up onto them. He placed his wand in his mouth, smiling around it as he slowly removed his overcoat.

You could still hear Tina cursing outside your door, something about ‘Mercy Lewis’ and 'Deliverance Dane’, but with Newt undressing in front of you, your mind was a bit preoccupied. You knew eventually your sister would give up, and judging by the silence behind your door she already had.


“Yes, darling?”

The Hufflepuff’s fingers slid along your bare thigh, slipping under the hem of your nightgown as he traveled further up. The soft touch made you sigh beneath him, making your need for the wizard rise if that were even possible.

“Just keeping going…”

He chuckled at your insistence, but happily complied with your wish. He kept his green eyes on you the entire time as he tossed his shirt to the ground, piling it on top of his waist coat. He didn’t bother with his pants yet, he was more interested in other things at the moment.

He removed his wand from his mouth, prying it between your own lips as he kissed a wet trail down your chest and towards your inner thighs. When you gaze down at him curiously, he chuckled, removing your panties slowly as he spoke.

“So you won’t be so loud, darling.”

You rolled your eyes at him, biting down on his wand as he proved his point though. He kissed along your inner thighs, getting close to your need before moving away and delighting in the soft moans of protest you made. He enjoyed teasing you, if only to see you a gasping, whimpering mess beneath him later on. But, he was getting impatient with his own game, and he hovered his lips just above your clit. He grasped under your thighs, spreading your legs wider and watching intently as your folds glistened before him.

With a groan, he dipped forward, taking your clit between his lips and sucking eagerly down on it. The feeling immediately made you moan, back arching nimbly off the bed as he swirled his hot tongue around it. It never ceased to amaze you at how good he was at this. He was such a gentle soul, yet in bed he was always the one to take charge, leaving you panting for breath after.

“Oh, Newt…”

He moaned when he heard his muffled name fall passed your lips, and he buried his face even deeper between your legs. He sucked hard on you, opening his mouth so he could drag his tongue quickly up and down your folds, eliciting more of the sweet noises he had come to love from you.

You gripped the pillows above you, throwing your head back against the sheets and biting roughly down on his wand as he licked the tip of your clit. It caused a heated shock to run up your legs and you could hardly contain your scream as he flicked his tongue over it again and again. He was watching you, corner of his mouth twitching into a small smile as you thrashed around.

“Settle down now.”

He joked, releasing you from his talented lips and dragging them along your stomach. He pushed your night gown up along his way, finally freeing you of the offending garment that kept you from his full sights. He tossed it carelessly to the side, eyes roaming along your body and resting on your chest where he cupped your breast and gave a soft squeeze.

As the pleasure built you parted your lips, gasping out and letting his wand fall to the side. He paid it no mind though, and as you tangled your fingers through his wavy locks he leaned down, capturing your lips once more in a heart stopping kiss.

Your tongues massaged one another, mouths trapping the moans and grunts that left the both of you. Even through a lack of oxygen, none of you stopped, you just allowed the dizzy spell to further your ecstasy enjoying the closeness that you felt.


Your moan was drawn out, head falling back as his lips brushed and tickled across yours in a messy kiss that left you both wanting. Newt was beyond the teasing now, and he made quick work of his belt and pants, pushing them down as he settled himself between your spread thighs.


He growled out, nuzzling your cheek as his cock slid between your folds. It was hot and heavy, the very feel of the smooth skin of it making you shiver. You wanted him fiercely, so much so you bucked your hips up, letting the head of his cock tease along your entrance. And that was all it took for him to comply.

Newt gripped your hips, lifting them slightly off the bed and over his thighs. He shifted, hand wrapping around his length and fixing it at your entrance as he slid smoothly inside your warmth.

“Unh.” He groaned, burying his face between your neck as he began a steady pace. His hands rested on either side of your head, fingertips digging into the blanket as he tried to control his pleasure. But, with as hot and wet as you were, that was proving rather difficult for the Hufflepuff.

Every thrust was painfully slow for you, yet all the same it created a wave of enjoyment that ran along your entire body, making your toes curl. You seized his shoulders in your hands, nails clawing at his freckled skin as he snapped his hips forward, burying his cock once more inside of you. You could practically feel the pulse of it against your clenching walls, each movement of his hips only making you want to beg for more.

“Newt…ahhh, harder…”

The magizoologist eagerly listened, teeth grazing along the skin of your shoulder as he bucked forward roughly. The harsh thrust made you both moan, and he snaked his arm between your bodies, two fingers rubbing between your legs and pleasuring you all the more. You wanted to cry out, to declare your love for him, and whisper out his name, but knowing Tina was here only made you bite down on your lip.

Newt was panting into your skin, the sound of your love making filling the room, and he could only thank the heavens that he left your window cracked. The heat of your bodies was driving him crazy in all sorts of ways, but the cool air of the night was a welcomed treat. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and back, making your fingers slide effortlessly down his skin as he tried to keep up his harsh rhythm. His thrusts were becoming more relaxed, and you knew he was getting close.


You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you and purring out his name right next to his ear. Just like you knew he loved. It was enough to set him off, and wrapped his arms around your body, pressing your breasts firmly into his chest as he pushed forward one last time.

He came with a soft grunt, hiding most of his moans and groans between your neck as he spilled his seed inside of you. You weren’t too far behind, and your inner walls clasped down on him, making him audibly moan out your name before slipping out of you and falling to your side. His breathing was ragged, hair a mess above his head from all your clutching at it, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

“Sorry but, what’s so funny?”

“Mmm, nothing.”

You laid your cheek against the heated skin of his chest, nails dragging along his toned stomach. How you missed such interactions with him, before he left New York this was almost a daily occurrence, now you just had to cherish this for as long as possible.


The sound of your door unlocking made you both shoot up in bed, and Newt scrambled out of the sheets, grabbing his clothes and dressing as quickly as he could. His waistcoat hung around his shoulders messily, the buttons mismatched, but you had to admit he was still quite charming.

Tina burst into your room, hands balled into fists as they rested on her hips, and once she saw Newt it was like a fire lit inside her. “Mr. Scamander!”

Newt froze in place, coat slung over his arm, and case in one hand as he attempted to go out the window.


He gave a smile, hoping it’d calm the older Goldstein, but all it did was infuriate the witch more. She pulled her wand out, pointing it towards Newt with a fury in her eyes that would make even Grindelwald shrink away in fear.

“Tina, wait it…isn’t what it looks like…”

You held your hands up, blanket still wrapped around your nude body. You knew your sister didn’t trust the wizard, after all the trouble he caused in New York. At least not fully anyway, especially when it came to your heart.


Your sister paused for a moment, and Newt took advantage of that window.

“Really must get going then.”

He leaned over the bed, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out the window and disapparating.


You blushed, Tina’s questionable stare only making it worse. You could see the judgement in her eyes, and all you could do was grin and bear it.


A/N: was it okay? Sometimes I finish and then realize maybe nothing I wrote made sense…lol

*No Ordinary Feline* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Dear Author, You have great works here! Hope that upcoming weekend will be great for You! My request is the following. You and Newt had a row because You were jealous to Tina . You went back to Your flat, but on the doorstep sits a cat. With Your live to animals You take it home. And to this cat You share all Your emotion. But it will not be an ordinary cat 😊… all best to You

a/n: I’m so happy to be back!!! I hope you guys enjoy this one! 

Descending down in to Newt’s case, you sighed when you saw Newt hunched over a piece of parchment and scribbling intently. You and Newt had met a year ago and recently started dating. Everything had been going perfectly until Tina started writing to Newt more often than usual. You noticed he had suddenly become more interested in writing back to her than spending time with you.

“Newt?” You quietly walked up beside him and leaned over his shoulder to see the words:

Dear Tina

You sighed, and asked him if he’d be coming out soon to join you for some afternoon tea.

“Can we maybe have tea later? I’m writing to Tina right now.”

Newt’s words faded as you began wondering why he was always writing to Tina. Was it because she was prettier? Smarter?

Sighing, you sat down on a stool and rested your head in your hand.

“Something wrong, love?”

Keep reading

hamelin-born  asked:

Prompts: Gramander. HighFae!Newt courts Selkie!Graves.

Warnings: forced marriage, because Graves is a selkie; and abusive relationship, because Grindelwald is the husband.

Newt thinks it a shame that the man with the dark eyes is so sad. He stands in the dead of night, staring at the horizon, at the reflection of the moon on the distant waves, at the seafoam gathering on the rocks below. Once or twice he looks like he might leap - but then the lamp in the front window of his house lights up, and his eyes close and he shudders, turning away from the water, trudging toward the little cabin he shares with his white-haired husband.

He could be beautiful if he would only smile. His pain holds no attraction for Newt; only the promise of seeing him bloom. When Newt steps beside him, his eyes avert, as though he knows who he is addressing. As though he knows what Newt could do, though no human should.

“I offer my respects to the King of the Summer Court,” he murmurs, his head bowed. His voice would be carried away on the wind if Newt did not command the air to still. “Long may you reign.”

“You are not one of mine,” says Newt, watching him out of the corner of his eye.

“No, Your Majesty,” says the man. “I fear I am ruled by another. Please forgive me, I must go.”

He hurries away, and Newt catches a glimpse of a shadow moving behind the curtains. Next time, he checks the house is empty before he appears. The man startles when Newt offers a carnation, grown in seconds before his eyes.

“I have nothing with which to repay your kindness,” he says. “I cannot accept.”

“Give me a name I may call you,” says Newt. He smiles when his fingers brush Percival’s as the flower passes between them. The conversation flows easier between them after until Percival must leave.

Some weeks go by, and Percival does not appear again by the water. When he does, there is an angry tension to him, and Newt grows him a rose free of thorns, a lovely shade of red to show his intentions.

“Tell me what pains you,” says Newt, and Percival grimaces but complies, his fingers running along the stem and around the outermost petals.

“He is a cruel man and a brute,” says Percival. “But I cannot leave him.”

Newt doesn’t understand, but the ways of men are strange to him. He heals Percival of his bruises, and the matter does not come up again across their strange friendship until the night Percival stumbles out to the waves, his arm bent at an unnatural angle even cradled to his chest. Rage rises in Newt’s chest at the sight of him, and the daffodil he grows drips sap from the cut edge.

“Tell me I can make sure he never touches you again,” he seethes, because it has been a year and Percival has not smiled once. The solstice is approaching, and his power itches to be used under his skin.

“I can’t leave him,” says Percival, even once his arm is fixed.

“He’s going to leave you,” says Newt, and after a long moment, Percival gives a tiny nod and begins to cry.

He doesn’t understand until after the white-haired monster is dead and he sees the fur locked in a clear box, displayed over the fireplace. He wishes he’d taken his time exacting justice. With a thought, he breaks open the lock, and then he returns to the beach below where Percival waits. As soon as he comes into view, Percival curls into himself, stifiling a moan of despair. Newt sinks to his knees beside him.

“Is there any price I could pay to see my skin returned?” Percival asks at last, more resigned than Newt has ever seen him. So close to the object of his deepest desire, and yet unable to take it for himself.

“None,” says Newt, “save the promise that perhaps you might think of me every so often once you have returned to your home.”

He lays the fur in Percival’s lap -

- and Percival smiles.

(Carnations for affection, roses for love, and daffodils because those fuckers will kill every other flower in an arrangement if you don’t get the sap out first.)

Silly Bowtruckle

Request: Would you please do an imagine where one of the creatures is trying to get the reader and newt together? Because it listened to what the reader told it one night as she was helping to feed it. Can it be super fluffy please? Thank you and I love your writing!

A/N: I changed the concept a little, i hope that’s okay

Originally posted by hardyness



You and the Bowtruckle: Pickett, had made quiet a friendship since newt had to pass him off to you.

You told Pickett tons of things, and apparently Newt did too. But what you didn’t guess is that it would come back to bite you.

“Newt where’s Pickett??”

You see you had accidentally said some information that Pickett definitely wasn’t supposed to hear. Newt and you had been best friends since year one at Hogwarts, and you had let it slip to the certain bow truckle that you liked him more than a friend.

On the other side of the spectrum, Newt had accidentally given Pickett some secret information as well. And unbeknownst to you, it was a very similar situation of secrets.

“I don’t know i was looking for him too.”

Newt lifted up books and vials, looking for the sneaky bowtruckle.

You and Newt looked for hours, and still weren’t able to find the bowtruckle.

“I think that we should look outside, he might’ve fell out of the briefcase” Newt gingerly grabbed you hand before you both disappeared up the latter.

You both called out for him, using your magic to try and find his aura, but it couldn’t be done.

“What if a muggle got him newt? We aren’t even in England anymore, this is America. They’ll think he’s dangerous and hurt him.”

Newt put an arm around you for comfort, “Bowtruckles don’t hurt people Y/n.”

You gave him a slight side hug, “But they don’t know that Newt”

Newt opened the case, you allowed you to step inside first.

“Its just of odd of him to–”

You were stopped mid sentence by your own amazement. String lights were hung up all around, and there on the table was Pickett.


You couldn’t fathom how a little creature was able to do this, and as if newt read your mind; “He didn’t string the lights. I did, though he helped.”

“Helped with what?”

“Information” Newt gave a small grin.

“Pickett you did not!” You looked sternly at the smiling bowtruckle.

“well..” Newt held our hand a little tighter, “you don’t have to be too mad at Pickett, after all…i do feel the same way.”

Requested, thank you

“Since we woke up in that box, you’ve been the person I’m closest with” you breathed, nodding your head lightly. “And I need to get this off my chest, so I figured who better than you” you smiled. “Kind of freaky me out now Y/N” Thomas chuckled nervous about what it was that you had to say. “No don’t worry, it’s nothing bad, at least I don’t think it is” you laughed nervously. “I like Newt, I really like him” you admitted letting out a sigh of relief. You looked to see Thomas smiling almost wider than you. Only a while back Newt had also confided in him about his like for you.