sorry i haven’t been as active as i’d like to be on here, but i’m starting two other side blogs @sleepy-marinette which is a ladybug fic/fanart blog and @lovely-beka which will eventually evolve into a blog for my loves yurio and otabek. if you’re interested you can check them out! there is like nothing posted bc i don’t have wifi and i’m basically out of data yike
but i promise ill update my newt fic soon
xoxox
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002) dir. Chris Columbus
33.
‘my mum always said things we lose
have a way of coming back to us in the end.’- luna lovegood
happy 20th anniversary :’)
Can we just talk about how much of a shame it is we didn’t get to see the scene Eddie worked so hard for?! Truly a loss! *quietly crying*
My favorite cinnamon roll is actually a badassmotherfucker!
I do actually want to write a fic about this although I’m unsure of my capabilities as of yetI was thinking Newt helps the Aurors apprehend a trafficking ring but gets hurt in the process saving Graves from a surprise knife attack (because no one would think to bring a knife to a wand-fight? idk man). Panicking, Graves demans Newt take off his shirt to be treated despite the protests from a very self-conscious magizoologist because Mr.Graves, I am perfectly fine, it was just a nick really. You needn’t fret over this!
AND BAM.
UNDERNEATH THAT FRAIL EXTERIOR IS A HARDENED BADASS WITH SCARS LITTERING HIS BEAUTIFULLY FRECKLED SKIN.
Cue all the aurors just dropping their jaw like Dayuuum
i jUSt friggin choked on air holy guacamole
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maybe [chapter 3]
Music melts at her fingertips as she carefully removes them from Newt’s shoulders, leaving as gently as they came, and returning just as softly as she spun back, cheeks glowing and eyes sparkling.
Newt ducks his head slightly, trying to recall the last time he danced with someone. More specifically, when he danced with someone longer than just one song.
But the music lulls and rises about them. Besides, she doesn’t mind when he fumbles, or when he’s too concentrated to make conversation.
It was like the whole room was dipped in gold as the lazy warm light from the chandeliers reflects in the mirrors, spilling across the onset of dancers, illuminating in gentle brilliance.
He focuses on his steps, head dipped as he carefully places his feet, some sort of uncertain grace befalling him momentarily as the pair move together.
Piano rises above the crowd, raining gently upon the circulating crowd as the song slowly fades into the quiet roar of polite conversations.
He feels the warmth of her hands leave his. The memory of the song drifts through the crowd before he realizes it’s over. A man in a smart tuxedo comes to the microphone, voice crackling as he thanks everyone for coming.
Newt ducks his head, blinks, fidgets with the edge of his vest.
She looks up at him, catching his eyes with hers, “Thank you, Newt,” She tells him, nervously tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, “I had fun.”
A smile flickers across his features as he looks at the ground. He nods quickly, the edges of his lips quirking, his cheeks dusted pink, “M-Me too.” He agrees, surprising her again with the lowness of his voice, accent heavier than she remembers, gravely but gentle.
He wants to ask her to come with him to the Blind Pig, but he’s far too timid to formulate the right words, so instead, he holds out his arm to escort her from the dance floor.
She takes his arm, smiling down at her shoes.
They weave through the stumbling mass of people, eventually finding solstice in a quiet corner as they wait to find Queenie and Jacob again.
“Thank you for putting up with my terrible dancing,” He says, head ducked, smiling, blinking nervously.
She laughs softly, cheeks glowing. She meets his eyes, holds his gaze, “It’s been really nice meeting you.”
He ducks his head, a mass of curly mouse brown hair hiding his pink cheeks, “Likewise.”
♡
p4 coming out soon!
going on a little trip with my mum for two days; i’ll be back soon w more updates!
xoxo
Anonymous asked:
omg thank you so much aAAA
newt: ok pickett time to go back on your tree
pickett: oK pIckEtT tiMe tO gO bAck oN yoUR treE
inspo @harpohufflepuff
Queenie
