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emsgoodthinkin · 1 year

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“King Steve” doesn’t exist |pt3

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson (steddie mini series)

Summary: Steve Harringtons deepest secret gets revealed, but will the freak accept him? Will he runaway from him like everyone else? Does size really matter?

word count: idk this is pt.3

pt1 | pt2 | pt3 |

warnings: angst, smut, blowjobs, good fluff, anxiety, body insecurities, talks of scars & upside down

Since the incedent, Steve never really cared much for Tommy anymore. Apparently it was Tina who Steve broke it off with last who spreaded the true rumor about him around. Knowing he had friends in other places and not just the popular crowd; it unfortunately had to take time to go away. His excuse to where he went that day was the nurse. Stomach bug to be exact.

They had their first kiss after Steve’s game beside the drama room while hellfire was over; asking where who should meet whom. Though technically their first shared kiss was during Steve’s panic attack..but Steve won’t tell you that.

“Yours or mine pretty boy?” Eddie asks looking up at Steve

You’d think at this angle Eddie would be intimidated by Steve’s manly form crouching over him; but truth is Steve is such a softie he can’t handle Eddie. Especially with those big brown eyes staring back at him— it’s a curse he thinks.

“What do you wanna do?” Steve asks nervously

“My uncles not gonna be home tonight” he smirks. “It’ll just be me and you” he says walking his fingers up Steve’s sweaty jersey that’s peaking his brown curls on his chest. Eddie loves those curls.

“Yeah okay uh, do you need help packing up your game stuff?”

“Nah it’s all set”

“Then I can just follow you home” Steve grins

“I like the sound of that” he says as Steve heads to the door first Eddie gives his ass a light slap

Steve is doomed in the best worst way.

Suprisingly Eddie’s more nervous than Steve appears. Eddie knows based on Steve’s truth, his dick could be small but big or small, that’s never grossed Eddie out before?

He doesn’t think he’s packing just as much either, but they haven’t really talked about it sense.

What if things get heated? Would he let him touch it? Let him see it?

“You okay?” Steve asks

“Mhm yeah, are you sure you still wanna come over? I don’t wanna make you do anything you’re not comfortable with” Eddie says eyeing the road intently

“I know Munson.” Is all Steve said

That doesn’t reassure Eddie’s thoughts at all.

Meanwhile Steve is just better at hiding his thoughts right now

The adrenaline post game is still pretty high so really it blends in. Steve’s fucking dying inside right now.

He knows there’s no chance he won’t pop a boner being alone with Eddie.. he hasn’t even told him how long his dick was.

He don’t really have nothing to go by so; it wouldn’t be too much of suprise for disappointment right?

Arriving at Eddie’s trailer. “Sorry it’s no palace” Eddie chuckles nervously

“I don’t see a problem bud” Steve says smiling looking at Eddie’s tense figure; he watches him physically relax

“Ha, thanks”

Steve walking behind Eddie through the front door, he’s taking in his figure a bit more

Sure he’s always looking at Eddie when he can but, “nice ass” he thinks.

“So, you want a beer or some water? I was thinkin about ordering take out if you’re interested?” Eddie says in a hopeful tone

“Sounds good and I’ll take a beer, thanks.”

“Don’t mind the mess; my rooms down the hall and bathrooms to the right if you wanna freshen up”

He meant to say the last part in his head —

Now he’s gonna think Steve thinks he meant freshmen up because something might happen tonight. I mean not that he wouldn’t mind it but he don’t wanna freak the guy out coming off too strong.

—“I mean-ya know if you need the bathroom of course” he says nervously scratching his neck

“Oh yeah, alright thanks” Steve’s says chuckling nervously. “Gotta wash my hands anyway”

Eddie orders the food but is not sure if Steve would wanna eat in the living room or his room

Living room won’t be so pushy especially with how how strongs been all night; he can’t fuck this up.

Steve splashed water on his face

‘He’s being so nice’ thinking about Eddie. And ‘he gets so shy his dimple pops out’. He blushes at the thought

He’s never felt like this towards another man just admiring little features like this. Shaky hands grabbing the door handle to open the same time Eddie knocks—

“SHIT!” Steve gasps

“Sorry I- didn’t mean to scare you..was gonna ask if you were alright? and which movie you wanted to pick out?” he says nervously

“Oh hah”—

“I have Nightmare on Elm but, you don’t seem like a horror person to me, so I also have The Goonies?”

“The Goonies is cool” Steve says smiling

“Okay cool and foods here”

“Oh sweet” he follows Eddie back to the living room

Food finished 20 minutes ago, 2 beers in and, bodies scooted a bit loser

“I was gonna roll one, do you smoke? Did you wanna..maybe?”

“Yeah I do, go ahead” Steve says

They’ve been just chatting about each others personal lives not caring about the movie at all. Steve watching Eddie lick the blunt is already bubbling something in his belly.

“Want first?”

“hm? oh, yeah thanks”

Eddie watching how Steve’s eyes close every hit he takes, he never noticed how long and pretty his eyelashes were. Down to a roach, both feeling good; both ending up closer to each other than ever before on the couch—

Steve can feel Eddie’s body heat radiating and it’s driving him mad.

Eddie on the other hand can’t keep his eyes off Steve, he also has a hint of a bergamot sent to him. It makes his belly warm

Steve feels Eddie’s stare.

“What?” he says nervously smiling

“Oh, uh..nothing” Eddie mumbles

Heaviest eye contact ever made. Steve speaks again

“Eddie can I—“ he doesn’t know how to ask what he’d like him to do

“What? Ask me”

“Um can I uh- he swallows hard “kiss you?”

“Of course, please yeah” he says breath hitched

Placing a hand on Steve face, and Steve doing the same to him

They are full force tounge fucking each other.

Heavy breathing. Both of them.

Hair pulling. Both of them.

They can’t get enough. Steve’s beyond hard as fuck right now and Eddie’s not far from

Eddie now sucking Steve’s neck feeling eveything from the weed. Feeling how horny they both are he feels he might cum his pants

He feels Eddie’s hand slowly creep up to Steve’s bulge

Steve jumps up hiding himself.

Eddie realizing what he did he may have fucked up—

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I just thought..—

“No-no I mean, no not you it’s me FUCK!” Steve replies aggressively

He slowly sits back down; hands running through brown his hair

“Hey- I’m sorry I should have asked”Eddie says worryingly

“It’s not you Eddie, it’s not you it’s me you know about..ya know…—“ Steve referencing his crotch

“Baby hey”

Steve immediately looks at Eddie when he calls him baby, tears almost in his eyes but not wanting to break

“I just…”

“Take your time” Eddie says quietly

“If you see it.. I just— you’ll laugh”

Eddie shakes his head no immediately

“No Eddie,you will even if you don’t mean to I mean; I hate it and why would you like it..” Steve says sadly

Eddie grabs Steve’s face shushing him.

“Hey— can I show you something?” Eddie asks

Steve slowly nods

“You know how we got those bat scars?

Steve nods

“And you know how I had to get the gash on my right side repatched up with skin 4 times? So it took longer for it to heal?”

“Yes”

“Well, the way it healed always made me wanna cut off my torso honestly.” he says slowly taking off his shirt

Eddie reveals how you can see his bare red gash that looks clawed like. As if the wound was fresh but its fully healed. It looks terrifyingly ugly he’s always thought

“God— Steve stares “Eddie I’m—“

“Shh..this is about you. I wanted to show you this because I felt like I could trust you. I wanted to show you that it may not be equivalent to what you’re going through, but it’s something I’m very insecure about too.”

Steve wants to cry. He grabs Eddie’s face slowly giving him a kiss

“Thank you for showing me Ed”

Eddie smiles.

“Do you want to continue?” Eddie asks?

“Yes” Steve whispers

Slowly and sensually, peck kisses to making out again, slow touches making their way back to each other Steve for the first time creeps his hand on Eddie’s bulge.

“Mm” Eddie groans

“Hey” Eddie whispers

“Yea?” Steve says breathlessly

“Am I the first guy you’ve been with or at least like physically?”

Shyly Steve shakes him head

“Why don’t you let me see you hm?” he says whispering and cooing to Steve. “You wanna show me you?”

Steve nods.

Eddie sits back and lets Steve take his own pace pulling his own pants down. Steve covers his now exposed hard cock with his hands relaxing back in the cushion facing away from Eddie.

Eddie kisses Steve jaw. “look at me, it’s okay Steve”

Steve allows Eddie to remove his own hands away from his dick.

Eddie looking down at Steve crotch and Steve watching any break in Eddie’s reaction; Eddie smiles dimples and all sincerely.

Looking back at Steve’s worried expression

“You’re very sexy Steve”

Before any protest Eddie crashes his lips onto Steve’s and Steve feels relieved, but still unconvinced

Mumbling against his lips Eddie asks

“Can I touch you pretty boy?”

Steve dick twitching to that god forsaken nickname, it didn’t go unnoticed at all.

“If you want to..” Steve says shyly and red faced

“Do you want me to?”

Steve nods

“Uh uh, I need to hear you say it pretty boy”

“Please Eddie t-touch me”

Eddie takes in Steve’s appearance of his cock in once more. What seems to be about maybe what? 4 inches he thinks? He’s well groomed. Not a hair in sight, perfectly smooth, his pretty pink tip throbbing and leaking; and the perfect roundness of his balls.

He’s never wanted to suck a cock so bad until now.

Grabbing it finally Steve watches Eddie’s hand roll his precum around his tip making him hiss at the warmth of his palms.

Eddie’s hands are bigger than Steve’s with more texture, he can feel every crack and edge his fingers have. It feels fucking amazing

“Shit—“ Steve breathes

“Yeah? Feel good?”

“So good..” Steve gasps while Eddie now pumping his stubby length.

Steve needs to kiss Eddie again so bad

Staring at Eddie with already fucked out eyes; Eddie can feel it—

“Wha—

Steve sticks his tounge into his mouth he’s so horny for Eddie’s touch now. More than ever, and everywhere too

Eddie breaks free giggling

“Eager are we?”

“I-I’m sorry —

“It’s okay baby I like it— can I suck you off Stevie?”

Steve’s too far gone to deny him, he nods.

Steve taking his shirt off while Eddie dropping to his knees, he admires Steve’s chest

“You look pretty Steve”

Steve blushes hard ears turning red.

He wants to say Eddie does too but instead he reaches down to kiss him one more time; Eddie understands the gesture

“Just relax baby-let me know if you wanna stop ok?”

“Okay” Steve says chest heaving

Eddie licking a stripe from his balls to his tip; immediately shoving his cock perfectly fitted in his mouth.

“Oh sh-shit oh god—“

Steve is losing it, he can already feel himself about to blow.

Steve’s not big enough to gag on but he is thick enough to widen and tire out Eddie’s jaws thats for sure.

“I’m— fuck—“

“It’s okay if you wanna cum, I want you to pretty boy” Eddie says releasing with a pop staring up at Steve

The imagne of Eddie’s beautiful brown eyes feeling his tounge on his cock it’s too much

His throat cracking screeching out “Ffuck cum-ming—“

Eddie grasping and sucking Steve for all he has while reaching out to grab Steve’s hand for support

He’s swallowing every last drop with no complaint shown on his face.

Finally leaning back Steve try’s to control his breathing—

“Wait- I didn’t help you I-“

“You did” Eddie replies

“But-“

“Look” Eddie points to his now evident cumstain seeping through his jeans

“Oh” Steve says flustered

Eddie Makes his way back beside Steve kissing him sweetly and Steve greatly returning the favor.

“Thank you, I just wish I also helped you too.. I don’t even know what you look like.” Steve says smiling nervously with his forehead on Eddie’s

“Hey I’m happy I could do this for you. Maybe there can be a next time.” He stops immediately. “I mean well if you wanted a next time—“

“Of course I do Eddie” Steve says smiling genuinely

“Ya know.. i don’t know why you’re shy about it.. your balls are huge man I just wanted to bite them honestly” Eddie says bluntly

“Yep..okay that ruined it” Steve says shoving Eddie’s shoulder playfully as he hides his face

Steve really really likes Eddie.

Reblogs appreciated :>

#steddie fanfic #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie smut #steddie fluff #steddie angst #joe keery #joseph quinn #lgbt #joe keery fanfic #joe quinn fanfic #king steve #steddie

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haveyoureadthistransbook · 5 months

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Promises Stronger Than Darkness by Charlie Jane Anders

goodreads

When Elza became a space princess, she thought she'd be spending her time at the palace, wearing gorgeous couture and soaking up everything there is to know—but instead, she's on the run, with everyone hunting for her and her friends.

Rachael followed her best friend Tina on the adventure of a lifetime—but now Tina's gone, and Rachael's the only one keeping her friends together, as they go on a desperate quest to save everyone from an ancient curse.

Rachael, Elza and their friends have found one clue, one shining mysterious chance to stop the end of the world. And that takes them back to the second-to-last place they'd want to be: enlisting the aid of Captain Thaoh Argentian, the woman who stole Tina's body (and who now seems to be relishing a second chance at teenage chaos and drama, instead of living up to her legacy of an intrepid heroic commander).

With only a ragtag band of misfits, crewmates, earthlings, friends, lovers (and one annoying frenemy), the Unstoppable Crew are up against the universe--and they soon find that in order to survive, they may have to cross a line they vowed never to cross.

Mod opinion: I haven‘t read this one yet, but I‘m excited to get around to it!

#promises stronger than darkness #charlie jane anders #trans lit #trans literature #trans books #lgbt lit #lgbt literature #lgbt books #trans woman #own voices #sci fi #ya #polls #to read

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tacosandtouchtanks · 2 years

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Booty and the Beast Prompt Idea

I recently got into Bob’s Burger’s because I sort of kin Tina and now I ship TinaxZeke because I don’t get enough INFPxESTP ships in fiction and I like their dynamic. Anyway basically, my prompt idea is that is takes places after the movie and Tina is finally has some form of relationship with Jimmy Jr. Her fears have come to fruition when Jimmy Jr in real life isn’t bringing as much to the table as she hoped for. Tina begins to notice how supportive Zeke has been to her over the time she’s known him after he helps her work through a less than stellar date with Jimmy Jr. Tina used to find Zeke gross (still somewhat does) and she is still up to her butt with JJu. Yet, the more she spent time with Zeke, the more she noticed that while a troublemaker, was actually a sweet guy. So to work through her feelings she begins writing her spicy version of movie “Beauty and the Beast” which she retitled, “Booty and the Beast. It would be a mixture of the Disney movie and the original story is Disney movie was based on. Here’s the cast so far. Tina Belcher - Tinelle, the village weirdo that no gets because she writes erotic villager fiction of everyone in town. Gene and Louise Belcer- Tinelle’s greedy siblings, though they still are pretty great siblings even if they have expensive taste. Bob Belcher (or Mr. Fishoeder if you want that live action movie reference) - Bobrice (or Fishrice), the loving father that tries to get everything his kids ask for even though none of them are actually the easiest for him to get. Zeke - The Beast who originally wanted Tina to get rid of the curse but is actually a pretty decent guy and let Tinelle’s family live in his palace while he tries to court Tinelle. The beast gets along with everyone in Tinelle’s family. Linda Belcher - The Singing Rose (there’s a singing rose in the original story) Jimmy Jr - Jimston Jr., Tinelle’s fiancé whose the best dancer in town. Tinelle eagerly agreed to marry him because her family is dirt poor and needs a better place to live, Jimston Jr is hot, and Jimston Jr. is the only one that’s willing to marry her in the poor, provincial town because everyone else thinks she’s a pervy weirdo. The conflict in the story would be Tinelle trying super hard to not see the beast for who he truly is because her heart belongs to Jimston Jr. It doesn’t matter how everyone in her family loves the beast, how supportive/respectful the beast is of Tinelle, or even how she might even realized she might have a furry fetish. None of that matters because her heart belongs to Jimston Jr and the beast will always be the beast inside and out. Knowing that Tinelle wasn’t going to change her mind, the beast gave up his chance of being human again and more importantly, be with with a gal he thought was pretty cool to be where she truly wanted to be. Her family was okay with leaving too because they just wanted Tinelle to be happy just as much as the beast did. Tinelle got what she wanted in the end, but seeing the beast one last time before going to Jimston Jr. she felt melancholy and empty. In real life, Tina stops writing her fanfiction for a little while because it got too real for her and got writer’s block. She didn’t know how she wanted to end her story or what to do in real life anymore. She wishes she could go back to when it was easier and her feelings weren’t all messed up. That’s all I have for the prompt idea so far, so it’s up to you how you want to end it. Though I just recommend you end it how you feel a Bob’s Burgers episode would end it. Just don’t forget to be put some humor in it because I don’t want it all angsty. The show is a comedy after all.

#Zekina #Fanfiction #2022 #Prompt #fanfiction idea #alternate universe

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andrewmoocow · 2 years

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Little Homeworld Life chapter 11: From Russia with Hate, Part 2 (originally posted on October 24, 2022)

AN: And we're back, everyone! That ending surely took you in for a loop, huh? Mr. Bond may have faced his fair share of strange adversaries in both novels and cinema, but I'm definitely sure he never went up against the forces of magic before, though that would be real interesting. Anyways, when last we left our band of heroes, Tina has revealed her true colors as the descendant of Rasputin the Mad Monk, and she's out for revenge on the Crystal Gems for their crimes against her forefather! Can they save Little Homeworld and stop von Bowling and The Sickle from starting World War III?! Where does Black Rutile fit into all of this? Is she merely using P.H.A.N.T.O.M for her own nefarious deeds and will abandon them the first chance she gets? Find out now, comrades!

Synopsis: In their battle against The Sickle, the Crystal Gems fight a different kind of foe in the form of Rasputin's descendant.

Cast:

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst

Jennifer Paz as Lapis

Pierce Brosnan as Bane Jones

Estelle as Garnet

Deedee Magno-Hall as Pearl

Shelby Rabara as Peridot

Uzo Aduba as Bismuth

Vladimir Mashkov as The Sickle

Olga Kurlyenko as Rasputina

Christoph Waltz as Francis von Bowling

Noël Wells as Black Rutile

Diedrich Bader as Lennie

Wayne Knight as Milton

Andrey Batt as Konstantin

Edward Furlong as Pavel

Seth Green as Leo

Susan Egan as Rose Quartz

Featuring John Cusack as Grand Duke Dmitri Pavlovich

Hank Azaria as Prince Felix Yusupov

And Kelsey Grammar as Vladimir Purishkevich

Though the people of Russia hated and feared the Crystal Gems for destroying their ancestral homeland, it wasn't always this way. During the early 20th century, when Rose Quartz still led them, the team maintained a civil working relationship with the family of Tsar Nicholas II before the Romanov family's murder on Red October and thus were acquainted with Grigori Rasputin. However, some were very wary of how Rasputin seemed to influence the Romanov royal family ever since the holy healer had cured Alexei of his hemophilia. To try and stop Rasputin should he turn out to be more than he seemed, the Crystal Gems were enlisted by the grand duke Dmitri Pavlovich and his noble cohorts to investigate the healer. Unfortunately for Pavlovich, not only did the Gems turn up with no evidence, but they were also suspicious of his true motives.

"I am sorry, Sir Pavlovich, but we were unable to find anything insidious about Mr. Rasputin." Rose said to the grand duke and his two associates, Prince Felix Yusupov and Vladimir Purishkevich, as everyone gathered at Moika Palace.

"You must be joking here." Dmitri groaned in disappointment. "You Crystal Gems are legendary warriors of Earth's ancient past, yet one man completely befuddles you?!"

"It's not just that, but I'm unsure if we believe your claims." Pearl agreed with Rose. "Rasputin is such a kind and genial man of the cloth; alcoholism and womanizing aside, how could he possibly be plotting against Tsar Nicholas?"

"That is what he wants you to think!" Prince Yusupov yelled angrily. "He probably seduced you with the cursed magic he gained from selling his soul to the powers of darkness that be! If you are under a spell now, just tell us!"

"Oh, I see what's going on!" Amethyst declared. "I bet you guys are just jealous that Razzy is getting more attention than all three of you combined, and you probably want him dead for it!"

"Since when were you under the impression that we were plotting against Grigori?" Purishkevhich asked while sitting down in a chair with his fingers steepled together. "We are only working together for Russia's best interests."

"Don't get too cocky, boys." Garnet coolly said to the trio of noblemen. "You may think you're doing what's best for the royal family, but this will prove disastrous in the long run."

"Oh, enough of this tomfoolery!" Prince Yusupov yelled in disgust. "Guards, escort these Gems off the premises at once!" Just then, the Yusupov family's royal guards stormed into Moika Palace to drag the Gems away from the prince and his allies, but they refused to back down and give up on Rasputin.

"Please, you have to listen to us!" Rose cried out to the noble trio. "You don't understand; there is more to Rasputin that you haven't learned yet!"

"Ugh, foreign women, am I right? They simply have no clue what I'm suffering from here." Felix scoffed at Rose's claims as the Gems were tossed out of the palace. With the Crystal Gems out of the picture, Felix had another plan. "My friends, it would seem that no matter what, those Gems retain their good image to the Tsar. Might I suggest we change that?"

And change that they did. Rasputin would die shortly after the Crystal Gems' confrontation with Prince Yusupov. Although reports differed on how the assassination was carried out, one rumor they spread like wildfire was that the Gems had sold out Rasputin before fleeing like cowards. The story would be passed down from Rasputin's daughter Maria to her children, to their children, and then to their children, one of whom would include Rasputina.

"So, is that what really happened to him?" Maria's great-great-granddaughter Rasputina said while being bounced on her father's knee.

"No one can truly know for sure, my child." Tina's father said with a gentle stroke of his daughter's hair. "Of course, your great-grandmother also once said that she was psychic, and Nixon's wife met her in a dream, so there's no telling if there is any truth to those claims."

"Where are those scary Gem ladies now, daddy?" Tina asked again.

"No one knows about that, either." Tina's father answered. "Some say they came from space, or maybe they're from another dimension entirely! But one thing is certain: they have betrayed our family and our people." With that last word, he gave his daughter a gentle pat on the head. "Now, up to bed, my dear. Rasputin would want you to have a happy and healthy mind when you wake up tomorrow."

"Okay." Rasputina obeyed as she picked up her stuffed bat Bartok and walked away. "Good night, daddy."

"Good night, my darling." The father said before Tina took off for her bedroom and slept. As her father commanded, Rasputin would've wanted Rasputina to wake up the following day with a happy and healthy mind. And happy and healthy that mind was, but it was also clouded with thoughts of revenge.

As Tina grew older, she began taking a scholarly interest in her family history to prepare for the day she would avenge her great-great-grandfather Grigori and search for ways to practice the mystic arts as he did. By the present day, Rasputina had molded herself into a true successor to Russia's mightiest monk, but one key ingredient was missing to complete her look. Rumor has it that Rasputin kept a mysterious spellbook now hidden somewhere in Russia, and she needed some help locating it. Luckily, she began corresponding with a certain criminal mastermind at that time to assist her.

"So you are telling me you are the descendant of the Mad Monk Rasputin?" The Sickle laughed in disbelief at Tina's claims as the two met one night under a bridge. "Next, you'll tell me he's still making comic books!"

"Laugh all you want, Nikolay, but allow me to demonstrate why you should be helping me." Rasputina scowled at The Sickle before taking her childhood toy Bartok out of her pockets. The stuffed bat had aged quite a bit over the years, but Tina did everything she could to keep it in one piece. With a wave of Tina's finger, a dark aura swallowed the toy, and it suddenly came to life, much to The Sickle's alarm. "I'd like to introduce you to my familiar, and oldest friend, Bartok. He's a little beat up, but very loyal all the same."

Unfortunately for Tina, The Sickle still didn't believe her. "THAT! IS! A! TOOOOOY!" he abruptly screamed. "I can see through your parlor tricks, little girl; he is not alive at all! He is mere child's plaything!"

"You are a sad, strange little man, and you have my pity." Rasputina rolled her eyes and literally zipped The Sickle's lips shut with a snap of her fingers. "Dosvidanya!" As Tina walked away with her sentient toy perched on her shoulder, The Sickle unzipped his lips and finally caved in.

"Okay, I give, I give!" the Russian crime boss yelled. "You may join me; just name your price, anything!"

"Oh, a price, you say?" Rasputina smirked as she came back to help The Sickle to his feet. "How does the complete and utter annihilation of a shared enemy sound to you?"

"Shared enemy, you say?" The Sickle raised an eyebrow with intrigue. "What kind do you mean?"

"Just a motley crew of strange women calling themselves Earth's defenders." Rasputina explained before conjuring up an image of the Crystal Gems that Nikolay immediately recognized.

"The Crystal Gems?" Nikolay gasped as his eyes widened at the sight of Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl. "How did you know?"

"I just did a little mind reading, is all." Rasputina replied. "I saw you have some history with these creatures back in your youth."

"Yes, and I never forgave them since." The Sickle grinned before the two of them shook hands. "If you bring me Crystal Gems, I shall find you spellbook. Da?"

"Da." Tina grinned as the alliance between the two was formed that fateful night.

"Mmm, you won't get away this time, Lord Gravy." Amethyst stirred in her sleep as she began hearing a faint but very familiar voice almost right next to her.

"I knew I chose the right man to assist me." Black Rutile chirped as she looked at the imprisoned Crystal Gems before her. "Thank you very much, Mr. Sidorov. Now, please give me everything I need for my portal."

"In due time, Madame Rutile." The Sickle responded as Amethyst slowly woke up. "Ah, it seems one of them is finally waking up. Let us greet them, shall we?"

"Oh, my head hurts." Amethyst said as she woke up in a prison cell and hung upside down by her ankles. "Last thing I remember was some magic lady taking us by surprise before knocking us all out after putting us in some excruciating pain. Oh, wait."

"Rise and shine, insipid Crystal Gems!" Black Rutile laughed triumphantly as she was flanked by Francis von Bowling, The Sickle, and Rasputina. "Surprised to see me, eh?"

"I want to say I am, but then again, figures you'd team up with someone with a beef with us again." Lapis snarked. "What did you want with these guys?"

"It is only a little trade." Francis explained. "She helps us capture you, and we give her what she needs for this portal she's building."

"Wait, a portal? To where?" Pearl wondered as everyone else woke up as well.

"I think I may have heard rumors about one back when I worked for Yellow Diamond." Peridot declared. "The Diamonds wanted to conquer other universes and commissioned Black Rutile, Bloodstone, and Serpentine to build a portal, but too many failed tests caused them to reject the idea."

"Well, it looks like you found out my big, evil plan this time." Black Rutile agreed with Peridot. "Since you can't seem to agree that I'm doing what's best for all Gemkind, I'm going to look for a dimension where you actually do and where evil finally wins!"

"Fat chance!" Peridot yelled from the cell. "We'll stop you!"

"Stop me?" Black Rutile smirked cruelly. "You'll have to speak with whoever I meet on the other side about that. But in the meantime, my dear friends here will show you around. Toodles!"

"Oh, you're gonna love what we have here, Rutty!" Leo said as he led Black Rutile away from the cell.

"So what will happen to us now?" Bane finally asked.

"Oh, not much." Rasputina declared. "We're just going to torture you all into confessing that you're terrorists on live television so we can be justified in destroying your friends!"

"And it shall be glorious doing to them what you did to me so long ago." The Sickle added. "You remember me, don't you, Gems?"

"If we did, we'd rather forget." Garnet defiantly replied.

"Oh, ye of little faith." The Sickle tutted and shook his head. "For someone with three eyes and the power to see the future, you are blind to what's in front of you. Before I became the most powerful criminal in Russia, I was known as Nikolay Sidorov!"

Back in 1950s Russia, when the Soviet Union reigned supreme, there lived a little boy named Nikolay Sidorov whose family and neighborhood in Kazan were frequently endangered by corrupted Gems that infested the Russian wilderness and often would menace nearby cities. Though the Crystal Gems were there to defend the Russians from their mutated brethren all the time, it was not without its casualties.

"Mother, father!" the then-four-year-old Nikolay yelled for his parents as he searched for his family through the rubble left behind by the Gems' latest battle with a corrupted Gem. "Sofia, Igor!" he called out for his older siblings too. "Anyone?!"

Luckily for Nikolay, he was able to find the building that his family called home. Unfortunately, he could only find what was left of it, as it now was a large pile of rubble with a few hands sticking out of it. "No! No, no, no, no!"

"Whoo, how much damage did you think that did?" Amethyst asked, causing Nikolay to hide behind a large piece of rebar as the Crystal Gems strolled throughout the destroyed neighborhood, fresh off saving Kazan from a corrupted Gem.

"I'm going to assume a lot." Rose replied before turning to some of the gathered townsfolk. "We sincerely apologize for any damage caused. We were only saving you all, even if it meant accidentally letting some things get destroyed." This enraged Nikolay like no other. His family had just died, and they were just regarded as mere things instead of formerly living human beings? No, he could simply not allow this to continue any longer. If the Gems were so ignorant of the lives they ruined, then someone should try and return the favor.

For many years afterward, Nikolay spent his years in the slums as a criminal. He started snatching purses to steal the money in them for himself, then selling drugs as a petty fence in the alleyways. Eventually, he finally evolved into a powerful enough crime lord to become a close associate of Francis von Bowling. By then, Nikolay Sidorov was dead, as his friends and family once knew him. Now, there was only The Sickle, the most powerful gang leader in all of Russia.

"So basically, corrupted Gems have been endangering lives in Russia, and you forgot about this one family, which caused him to go evil?" Bismuth asked as soon as The Sickle finished his story. "Geez, and they said I was a little messed up."

"I should've known there was at least someone we forgot." Garnet declared in heartbroken realization. "I just didn't consider it because too many others lost their lives to the corrupted Gems."

"Is this true?" Bane asked Pearl, who looked utterly crestfallen at how it was their fault their captor was the way he was.

"Yes, very true." Pearl proclaimed sadly. "Please, Nikolay, if you still want to be called that, Garnet, Amethyst, and I are so sorry for our carelessness. I know it's been ages since that day, but Steven has taught us that it's never too late to be given a second chance."

"I am sorry Pearl, but Nikolay died ages ago. I am simply too far gone to be helped." The Sickle calmly answered with his back to his prisoners. "Besides, turning over a new leaf would take all the fun out of being one of the most powerful criminal masterminds in the world."

"But in the meantime, let the karma begin." Francis proclaimed. "Lennie, Milton, bring Bane and his companions to my quarters! As for the rest of them, do your thing, Rasputina."

"With pleasure." Tina agreed evilly as Bane, Lapis, and Amethyst were dragged away by Lennie and Milton as some video cameras began rolling. "Greetings, my fellow Russians. I am Rasputina, great-granddaughter of the Mad Monk Grigori Rasputin, here to deliver a message on behalf of the loathsome Crystal Gems."

"You clods won't get away with this!" Peridot yelled as she struggled to break free.

"Quiet, you!" Tina yelled at Peridot before turning back to the camera. "Now, you may believe that I am telling the most outlandish of tall tales regarding my heritage, and you'd be justified. In fact, that's what my associate believed when we first encountered each other."

"It is true." The Sickle agreed while looking into the cameras focused on him.

"Anyways, I am here to finally bring the Crystal Gems to justice as their judge, jury, and executioner." Tina announced. "Once I have tortured them enough, they shall confess to their terrorism wrought upon our people, and we shall react by wiping the rest of their kind off the face of the Earth with these nuclear missiles!"

"But wait, aren't Gems invulnerable?" Konstantin asked off-screen, only to be greeted by a blast of dark magic to the face.

"Now, without further ado, let the torture commence!" Rasputina announced before she read another incantation from her grimoire. "Higitus figitus bibbidi bobbidi boo!" With another wave of her hand, Garnet, Pearl, Peridot, and Bismuth were put through more agonizing pain, just like when she first revealed herself. "If only your friends could see you now!"

Meanwhile, Bane, Lapis, and Amethyst were forced into Francis von Bowling's quarters by Lennie and Milton, where their archnemesis was awaiting them patiently. "Ah, Bane Jones." Francis sneered as he entered the room. "If only you kept away, then maybe all of this would've been water under the bridge, but alas. I figured you'd try to interfere with my plans."

"We won't let you or The Sickle nuke Little Homeworld!" Lapis yelled. "Gems are far stronger than that!"

"You see, that's the thing, we'll destroy everything around them and let the general public sort them out." Von Bowling responded. "You could've been given the world, but you choose to defend it instead. Why is that?"

"Sometimes, the world is not enough." Bane declared defiantly. "Family motto, just FYI."

"We chose to keep the Earth safe because Rose Quartz valued organic life so much." Amethyst said.

"If you valued us men so much, then why did you act so ambivalent towards the lives of one family?" Francis inquired coldly. "Seems awfully hypocritical, don't you think?"

"For crying out loud, it was an honest mistake!" Amethyst cried. "Seriously, we've had enough Gems dragging her name through the mud, and now humans who barely know a thing about her are getting in on it too?!"

"Out of all you three, I think I found you the most obnoxious." Francis declared to Amethyst. "But thankfully, that will no longer be a problem." He then turned to his two lackeys. "Gentlemen?"

"Oh, you guys are gonna love this!" Lennie snickered as he rubbed his ratlike hands together and pulled off a tarp revealing a pair of medieval torture devices, a garrote, and a rack, both modified with Gem technology and reserved for his foes. "Dug these out of some old ruins in England years ago, and we've been using them ever since! Hook them up, Milton!"

"Ooh, you're gonna have so much fun!" Milton said as Bane was forcibly sat down at the garrote while the Gems were hooked up to the rack. "Can I do the chair thingy, can I boss?"

"Yes, you can do the "chair thingy," Milton." Von Bowling chuckled as his massive minion began turning the wheel on the back of the garrote, slowly beginning to crush Bane's neck bones. "And as for you, Lennie, start turning the rack."

"With pleasure!" Lennie laughed evilly as he slowly began pulling Lapis and Amethyst both ways on the rack, eagerly awaiting their oncoming demise. "This is for what you did to us in Los Diego!"

"Do they honestly think they can torture us like this?" Lapis gave Amethyst a wry smirk while forming some vines made of water to help free herself.

"I got a better idea." Amethyst replied while shapeshifting into a mouse and leaping onto Lennie's head before she began pulling at his hair, thus manipulating von Bowling's henchman like a puppet.

"Hey, what's going on?!" Lennie yelled as he struggled to free himself from the mouse's grasp, only to be puppeteered to shove Milton away from the garrote and save Bane from a gruesome death. "Someone stop this filthy rat!"

"That's far enough, Amethyst!" Francis yelled as he pulled a gun on the purple Gem, but Bane quickly smacked it out of the mastermind's hands. "Someone, stop them!"

"We'd love to stay and chat, but we got a world to save." Bane declared as he and his Gem sidekicks raced to save Garnet, Pearl, Bismuth, and Peridot while the alarms began sounding.

"PRISONERS HAVE ESCAPED, I REPEAT, PRISONERS HAVE ESCAPED!" the intercoms bellowed throughout the facility while Black Rutile was making a deal with Pavel and Leo. "REMAIN CALM. THE SITUATION WILL BE PROMPTLY DEALT WITH!"

"Well, it seems that our friends have made their grand escape." Black Rutile proclaimed. "No need to worry though, I already got everything I need here, now to leave the rest to you."

"But how, girlie?" Pavel asked the Rutile. "You barely did anything!"

"Anything that you saw." Black Rutile responded. "In case you didn't know, I helped build the nuclear missiles that should be launching right about now. I was going to wait until the Gems confessed after enough agonizing torture, but it seems we have no time to waste now." She then pulled out a remote and pressed a big red button on it, ordering the missiles to start launching.

"Blast, 00014 escaped already?!" The Sickle cursed as he and Konstantin watched Bane, Lapis and Amethyst escape through the security cameras installed around the headquarters. "Forget torturing our prisoners into confessing; let us launch the missiles now and blame them for it!"

"Oh, already?" Rasputina complained as the Gems were about to reach their breaking point. "But I'm having so much fun!"

"All right, Lapis!" Peridot cheered as she yelled in agony. "I knew she could do it!"

"Wait, did she just say missiles?" Pearl asked as the four Gems discovered three large missiles emerging from behind them.

"That is right, fools!" The Sickle declared proudly. "You forced me to watch as my home was reduced to a giant pile of nothing! Now let's see how you like it happening to you!" As the crime lord laughed evilly, a sizeable holographic screen appeared and started depicting the distance between his lair and Little Homeworld. Just then, however, he was suddenly punched out of the way by a giant fist made of water as Lapis raced to save the other Gems while Bane tangled with Rasputina, and Amethyst tried her best to stop the missile launch.

"Come on, how do any of these buttons work?!" Amethyst cried as she started mashing at the console, which somehow caused a pop-up to appear. "To halt missile launch, press any key." She read. "Well, where the heck's the any key?!"

"You can do that later, Amethyst; we must stop him!" Garnet cried as the Gems were freed from Rasputina's torment through her being distracted by fighting Bane.

"You're a traitor to your species, 00014!" Rasputina proclaimed. "You have sold us all out to these infernal mineral maidens, and you will pay for it!"

"And I will not allow such hateful rhetoric towards my friends!" Bane replied before he grabbed Tina's grimoire and tossed it away from her before knocking her out cold with a single punch. "Guess that old black magic couldn't save you this time."

"Hey, Bane, over there!" Bismuth yelled while pointing at The Sickle climbing onto one of the missiles as they began takeoff. "What do we do now?"

"Easy. I can just use my water powers to keep them from flying." Lapis suggested plainly, but Bane had other ideas.

"No Gems, I think this shall be mine to take." Bane declared calmly. "I don't care if it means I perish in the process, just as long as my friends are safe from harm."

"B-Bane, are you serious?" Lapis stuttered as the secret agent made his decision to sacrifice himself for the greater good, but Bane immediately calmed her down with a gentle stroke of her hair.

"It's a shame it had to come to this, but I'm only a man." Bane replied. "You Gems seem to have all the time in the world, and then some. Be well, my friends."

"You are doing a truly noble deed, Mr. Jones." Garnet saluted the spy. "We'd love to make you an honorary Crystal Gem if we could."

"I'd be much obliged." Bane replied to Garnet. "But save the knighting for later." He then turned around and raced to the missile The Sickle was clinging onto as it took off, leaving the Gems behind at the villain's secret base.

"Come on, where is it?" Bane muttered as he tried burning through the missile's exterior with the laser on his watch. "The controls must be here somewhere!"

"Going somewhere, Mr. Jones?" Nikolay asked the agent while looming behind him. "I'm afraid you might be too late to stop this missile, but if you'd like, I'd be happy to beat the living daylights out of you."

"No thank you, Mr. Sidorov." Bane replied coolly. "I think I'll die another day." He then presented the razor-rimmed derby hat given to him by G and tossed it straight at The Sickle's neck with the intent to either slice open his neck or even decapitate him, but instead, the hat bounced off of him before returning to Jones' hands. Jones then threw the hat again, this time aiming for Nikolay's arms. Again, no use.

"Hmph, hats off to you, Mr. Jones." The Sickle smirked before he grabbed the hat in mid-air and tossed it back at Jones, managing to leave a scar on his cheek. "If you are done throwing your wonderful toys at me, then bring it on!"

"With pleasure." Bane scowled as he put up his dukes and engaged in a brutal, no-holds-barred fistfight with The Sickle as the missiles soared through the sky. The two of them seemed to be evenly matched, with Bane's years of spy training up against Nikolay's life on the streets of Kazan and experience in the criminal underworld of Russia. However, every time he got a chance to take a breather, Bane continued searching for a way to disarm the missiles and save Little Homeworld.

"Come on, come on!" Bane yelled as he once again tried cutting through the missile to find its source after briefly knocking The Sickle off his feet. Luckily, he was able to find some wires beneath that he was quickly able to cut, allowing him complete control of the missile he was on. "I knew you'd pull through, G."

"You fool, what have you done?!" The Sickle roared angrily. "You could've been a hero to your species, but instead you betray humankind for those Gems! Why, why do you do this?!"

"Because it's my God-given duty to defend the world!" Bane replied sternly. "And the Gems happen to live on that world too!" With his presumed final act of heroism, Bane's watch immediately took control of the missile. It began steering it off its course, flying it straight at the other two rockets so The Sickle could finally be defeated once and for all, with Bane dragging the crime lord with him kicking and screaming to the great beyond. "Goodbye, my friends."

"NYEEEEEET!" The Sickle screamed in horror as all three missiles collided with each other, causing a fiery explosion that seemingly killed the two men and ending The Sickle's menace once and for all, but at a great cost. However, the shape of a flying car soared away from the explosion immediately afterward.

"NOOOOO!" Amethyst screamed in horror as the Crystal Gems watched Bane Jones seemingly die, sacrificing himself to save them all. "You had so much to live for! You can't just die like that!"

"Just calm down, Amethyst. He did the right thing regardless." Lapis said mournfully as she and Peridot wrapped Amethyst in a comforting hug, unaware that a certain someone had just landed.

"Now, who did the right thing, might I ask?" Bane smirked playfully as he stepped out of his Tormenta, to the Gems' delight at his survival. "Probably not The Sickle. He just had too much of an explosive temper."

"Holy cow, you're alive!" Bismuth cheered. "But how?"

"Rumbakini Tormenta, of course." Bane said while patting his car like a loyal pet. "Had to call it up in case something awful happened."

"Well, we're all glad you made it." Amethyst wiped some tears off her face before hugging the agent's legs. "Come here, big guy!"

"Still, it's a darn shame that The Sickle died before he could try to make amends with us." Pearl said, mourning how they didn't get a chance to change the Russian mastermind and perhaps save him from death. "But then again, I guess that's life. Sometimes you can't always get what you want."

"HOLD EVERYTHING, YOU FOOLS!" a disheveled Francis von Bowling yelled as he stood alongside Rasputina, Lennie, Milton, Konstantin, Pavel, and Leo, all yearning for revenge. "You may think you won after offing The Sickle, but you still forgot about us! Rasputina, ready your spells!"

"With pleasure!" Rasputina agreed before cracking open the grimoire and preparing one final spell. "With this spell declared, let these animals be snared!"

"Oh no you don't!" Bane declared and pulled out the derby hat one last time. This time, however, he successfully managed to get a hit and turn the spell against Rasputina and Francis before transforming them into an owl and a frog. "Someone call animal control. We got a wild pair on the loose."

"Oh man, oh geez!" Lennie yelled while holding the owl that was once his boss in his hands. "Milton, we gotta get the hell outta here! Grab the book and find a spell to save us!"

"But I don't know any magics." Milton replied with a shrug just as the Russian police stormed The Sickle's base and had both groups of henchmen arrested along with their transformed superiors.

"Looks like we're going to prison again, boys." Konstantin glumly proclaimed while the officers slapped handcuffs on the trio of assassins.

"I can't go back to jail; I can't handle any more abuse!" Pavel screamed in terror like a little girl.

"Oh, put a cork in it!" Leo yelled angrily while the head of the Russian Police stepped forward to meet the Gems.

"The Crystal Gems, am I correct?" the head officer said. "Are you the ones that stopped The Sickle?"

"Well, it was really Bane Jones who did it, but we helped. But why do you ask?" Lapis answered.

"I am asking because we wish to honor you after learning what you did." The officer replied. "Let bygones be bygones so we can start fresh!"

"Really, after all the prejudice you heaped onto us, now you want to say sorry?" Bismuth asked. "Listen here, buddy, we appreciate your sincerity, but it's gonna take a long while for everything to be forgotten about."

"We understand, miss." The officer said. "But please understand that not all Russians are against you. We just didn't speak up until now. Anyways, please come to Saint Petersburg with us so we can honor your deeds."

"Well, if you say so." Lapis agreed reluctantly.

"Whoo, party time!" Amethyst celebrated as the group left The Sickle's headquarters behind. However, none of them had a clue that Rasputina's grimoire was left behind in the building, with no one even considering bringing it along as evidence.

A few hours later, as the Crystal Gems were hailed as heroes for stopping World War III and Bane Jones was honored for his heroics, the spellbook was never moved from where it landed on the floor. Suddenly, however, the silhouette of Black Rutile approached the book, and she picked it up to read some of its pages herself.

"Hm, let's see what I can use from this book." Black Rutile purred to herself as she skimmed through the book. "Eye of Agamotto? No. Jewel of Four Souls? No. The Phoenix Gate? Maybe. Planispheric Disk? What good could that do?" Despite all the powerful artifacts that could aid in Black Rutile's cause, there was one in particular that she was very interested in. "Hm, what could this be?"

Black Rutile discovered a page detailing a mysterious amulet that the book dubbed the Seer to the Void, a jet-black stone wrapped in gold that was able to access planes of existence beyond mortal comprehension. "Planes of existence, huh?" With an evil smirk, Black Rutile closed the book and stored it inside her gem before she pulled out a communicator. "Black Rutile to Aquamarine, come in Aquamarine. Pardon my absence; I've just been away for a while. And what I've got for when I come home is sure to excite."

Say goodbye to this two-parter, and hello to our biggest hint towards the future of Little Homeworld Life! That's right, the mysterious jewel that Black Rutile has discovered will be the key to her traveling of other dimensions, but where it is shall remain a mystery for now. But now that the Crystal Gems know what she has planned, how long will it be before they decide to react? Probably a while because next up, we got a pair of holiday specials to end the season. First off, we have a Treehouse of Horror-style Halloween special right on the day of Halloween itself, and as our season finale, we got a big Christmas special too! See you all then!

#steven universe #steven universe future #fanfiction #steven universe alternate future #little homeworld life #lapis lazuli #amethyst #garnet #pearl #peridot #bismuth #bane jones #francis von bowling #the sickle #rasputina #black rutile

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silverynight · 5 years

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Queenie is meant to be heard, but never believed; they don't know why she's been cursed or when happened, but it did.

So the day when she walks into the palace to warn the King and the Queen about hiding their youngest son, Newt. But nobody listens to her.

"It'll be war," she mumbles, desperate. "The other Kings must not see prince Newt under any circumstances."

Prince Theseus is the only one that's willing to pay attention to her, but the Queen sends her away.

"That's nonsense!" The Queen says, almost outraged. "My Newt would never cause any kind of conflict."

The purpose of the reunion is to bring peace to the four kingdoms is what Newt's father mentions; he's old and he's very tired and just wants to make thinks easier for Theseus, who's going to take his crown very soon.

Queenie gets sent away, despite of Newt's protests, because she's his friend and he knows she'll never hurt him in any way.

"Try to hide," she advices, before walking away with her sister Tina. "The other Kings must not see you."

Newt believes her and he does as she says when the festivities start; it's the first day and he's ready to find himself some place to spend a few days, at least until the Kings go back to their respective kingdoms.

He starts wondering if the other Kings are not as kind as his father or if perhaps, there's just something wrong with him that could make them all get angry at him.

Perhaps it's because he's too weird, he prefers to spend time in the woods after all and not so much around people.

His brother is worried, but assures him nothing is going to happen to him, that no one will hurt him.

"I'll protect you," he says, after a kiss on the cheek.

Newt tries to hide anyway, but one of the servants finds out and the Queen orders him to put on the clothes she chose for him and meet her in the principal hall.

He's nervous when the Kings arrive, but his fear vanishes as soon as they all look up at him.

They don't look like they're cruel or dangerous; they even smile at him when the King introduces them.

Albus, Percival and Gellert.

Maybe Queenie was wrong after all, maybe she got confused, because the three of them seem kind and patient when they are with Newt.

They try to spend time with him (as much as they can) and Theseus starts getting irritated and upset over the whole situation.

Then, on the fifth day Gellert asks the King and the Queen for Newt's hand and she's about to approve when Albus and Percival ask for the same thing.

Gellert narrows his eyes; ready to fight.

Sadly, Newt is in his chambers that night so he has no idea what's going on.

Both Queen and King start getting worried because if they choose, it means they prefer a kingdom over the other and it could bring resentment and anger in the other's hearts.

They decide to make some sort of competition in which the winner gets to marry Newt.

But the King gets sick, so very sick just days later and he has to give Theseus the crown before he dies.

There's a funeral and poor Newt is crying and sobbing for his father, while the other Kings do their best to be by the prince's side.

Unfortunately, Theseus doesn't want his brother to marry, so when the three of them go to see him a few days later to ask for Newt's hand in marriage while they glare at each other, King Theseus rises from the throne.

"None of you will marry my brother," he growls and his mother almost has a heart attack.

"Thes, my dear, think about what–"

The King interrupts his mother, only to end the peace they had with a few words.

"You cannot see my little one again and you're not longer welcome here."

Newt has no idea, so he doesn't get the chance to do something... And the three Kings go away and no one knows about them until their messengers return to Theseus's kingdom.

Each one of them demands for him to allow them marry Newt or affront the consequences.

And that's how the war in the four kingdoms begins, only because the Kings have fallen in love with Newt and none of them are willing to give up on him.

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njcklenjart · 5 years

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I need more Nagini & Newt friendship in my life. The link to the other parts are at the bottom, but this can be read separately!

Newt learns that the name of the maledictus is Nagini, that she her family migrated to France from Indonesia when she was a little girl, that she was abandoned not soon after. Tina fills in the gaps.

“Skender said she was helping Credence find his family, but she never left the circus grounds with him until the day they escaped.” She presses a finger to her lips when they let reach the guest bedroom. It’s the last on the hall, farthest from the rest of their lodgings. “From what I saw, I don’t think she was let out her cage.”

“She’s not been treated well,” Yusuf agrees sadly. Like Tina, he is equally cautious, making not a sound when he lets them in.

The room is seemingly unoccupied, the bed perfectly made and the curtains drawn. Newt keeps his steps light and slow when he fully enters, the hair at his neck raising as a feeling washes over him, like he’s in the jungle and there’s a beast just out of view. He eyes the wardrobe, but it hasn’t been touched either.

“Where is she?” Yusuf says from the door, worried. “Has she left?”

Newt drops to his knees, presses his cheek to the lush carpet, and peers under the bed. Within the shadows, he see coils of dark-colored scales as thick as man’s thigh. “She’s still asleep.”

A low hiss.

“Waking up,” he corrects, keeping his eyes on the moving mass. “Sorry about the intrusion, Nagini, but I thought you’d be awake. I was wondering if I could talk to you.”

Newt waits patiently. A slim head emerges from the numerous coils and he knows there’s intelligence in the slitted eyes peering back at him. Nagini’s humanity isn’t entirely gone in this form, a good sign. As long as he’s recognized, she won’t try and strike out.

“I can wait outside if that’s what you want.” He’s already pressing the boundaries by entering without an invitation, but that can’t be help now. His best bet would to read and adhere to her body language and hope she interprets his as well-intentioned and welcoming. “Would you prefer that?”

There’s more movement, but he gets his answer rather quickly. Nagini slips out from her cover, a stream of mottled scales that’s never ending, until Newt’s face-to-face with one of the largest pythons he’s seen. He’s no stranger to reptiles, and large ones at that, but the one before him is a stunning creature, and his fascination is unbridled.

“Good morning,” he tells her. He offers a hand, smiling at the tickling sensation of her tongue. “I take it you can change back? It’d be awfully inconvenient to have a one-sided conversation.”

Behind him, there’s the creak of floorboards, muffled by the rugs, and Newt makes sure that he doesn’t give any indication to Tina and Yusuf watching for any sign of trouble. Rather, he gives the marvelous creature in front of him the attention she deserves. Whatever she wishes, he’ll go along with, and he conveys it the best he can through his eyes.

He’s rewards for his kindness. Scales turn to skin and it’s a strange sight, mesmerizing even, and Newt can see the battle in the way the body spasms, how the her hands barely manage to take shape until the very last second. The snake-turned-woman is pale-faced and shivering when it’s over. She hugs herself tighter when she meets his eye.

Newt tucks his chin. “There we are.”

Nagini mutters something in French when she and Yusuf answers in kind. She glances at Newt again and, in a small voice, asks, “Why are you interested in me?”

“Tending to magical creatures is my living, you see, and I’ve never met anyone with a blood curse likel yours.” Nagini winces as his words. “I’d like to help, but I’m not sure how. I can give you anything you might need if you’ll tell with me.”

“Anything I need?”

“For when you change.”

Here, Nagini looks anxious. “I always try to stay awake, so I’m not sure what happens. I don’t remember what I want when I’m…”

Newt ponders over this. Perhaps he should reevaluate of her consciousness as a beast; while there is a connection, basic and initially non-threatening, memory loss poses a problem. The best plan of action would be to slowly integrate himself to her as a beast, affiliate himself with a sense of safety, and that would allow him to work with her personally. “I noticed that you prefer small, enclosed spaces with minimal light. I’m sure we can transfigure your room to make you comfortable.”

She glances around the room like a cobbler might the queen’s palace, as out-of-place as a smudge of ash against pristine palace floors. “I’m not used to places like…this.”

Newt nods, understanding. “Not my taste either. I sleep in my workshop more often than naught. Still, better than your old home.”

“That place was not my home,” she says and Newt can’t argue with the finality of her voice. She wipes her nose with her sleeve, timid but not fully broken. Another good sign.

Newt takes notice of her clothes. Despite the days spent in London, she’s still in the rags she came in. Her dress is filthy, but she grips her skirts so tightly that Newt thinks it’s more of a crutch than anything else. “Why don’t you change and I can show you—my case, I mean.”

For once, he’s not the one shying away from eye contact.“I-I don’t have anything else,” Nagini admits in a small voice, her cheek and neck flushing bright red.

“We can ask Theseus if Leta—if she kept some of her things here.” Newt turns back to the duo patiently waiting at the door. Tina nods and goes to fetch his brother.

Newt doesn’t think it’ll be a problem (hopes it won’t), but is nonetheless relieved when Theseus doesn’t put up a fight. He acts like he’s only just waking from a dream that’s held him for days, with his shirt untucked and his hair uncombed. Some hint of understanding peaks through the haze when he sees Nagini and it’s like he’s finally noticing she’s there, that he should be playing host; he shows them Leta’s room, but doesn’t go inside after the women as if he’s barred from it by a spell. He stops Newt from entering as well.

“I need to see if she’s sustained any long term—”

His brother shakes his head and Yusuf is smiling softly. “My friend, while she is cursed to become a beast, she is a woman foremost.”

Newt blushes and lets them direct him to the parlor to wait. When Yusuf is confident that Nagini is in good hands, he sets off to find Jacob so that they can stock the pantries for a decent meal while Newt stares at Theseus as he prepares a drink. They don’t speak and his brother ultimately discards it, sighing.

“I’m fine, you know.”

Newt nods, picking at his nails. They’re really not.

The women come back into the main room and Nagini appears completely changed. She’s cleaner, her hair no longer a tangled mess of knots and Newt recognizes what she’s wearing as the dress Leta wore at the Ministry during his fifth appeal, only it’s tailored for her height. At the misalignment of the top buttons Newt remembers how Tina had once written that she was a poor seamstress compared to Queenie.

“We’ll get you some new clothes soon,” Tina promises, fixing her collar like it’s second nature. She steps back, close enough to Newt that he could reach out and touch her, and frowns at her less-than perfect spellwork.

Newt clears his throat. It’s completely new to be apart of a united front, but he follows Tina’s lead. “I can, um, show you Diagon Alley.”

“I have no money,” Nagini says, embarrassed.

“We’ll take care of that.” Tina’s stubbornly kind. She’s an unmovable pillar of strength and offers all that she has for this wayward soul.

Nagini shakes her head. She looks almost distressed, like it’s all becoming too much for her. Accepting so much charity must be a strange experience for her and that itself is depressing, that one person could live without kindness and care for so long.

“Then just take this then.” Theseus stares at the woman a moment longer than necessary. He makes a noncommittal motion toward Leta’s room. “You can take them all if you want.”

It shouldn’t mean much, merely a compromise to suit both parties, but one look at Nagini and it’s clear that such a notion is more than she expected. She clutches her old dress in her hands like its a string of pearls, crumbling in front of their very eyes.

Newt and Tina rush to her side when she drops to her knees, but Theseus gets there first. He catches her by the elbows and falls with her, wide-eyed at the women suddenly sobbing in his arms. He stares at them for guidance, out of his element, before carefully hugging tighter, like he’s handling a glass figurine that would shatter any second.

“Thank you.”

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#fantastic beasts #hp #ftcog #nagini #newt scamander #theseus scamander #tina goldstein #yusuf kama #fantastic beasts: the crimes of grindelwald #cog #tcog #fcog #fantastic beasts the crimes of grindelwald #the crimes of grindlewald spoilers #crimes of grindelwald #njckle

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angstmongertina · 6 years

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Very nice winter prompt list, Tina! How about #1 for Asra and Seraphyna? Alternatively, #15 for MC x Julian. Whichever floats your boat more.

Thank you! As much as I absolutely adore Asra and that prompt is great for them, the second one grabbed my muse and wouldn’t let go, so here we are.

I might write the first one at some point anyway because it’s cute and I have no self-control.

Lorelei is my Julianmancer and she’s a little shit. :)

15. “Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that.”

Snow in Vesuvia was a relatively rare experience, as far north as it was. Even in the winter, the weather could typically only be considered mild, particularly around the palace, hovering at a temperature that was cool, yet still comfortable and suitable for most of the outdoor activities that were typical to the city.

As such, perhaps it was not entirely surprising that its citizens were unaccustomed to dealing with the chill that accompanied the sudden snowfall but were nonetheless enraptured, exiting their homes and taking to the streets in veritable crowds. Rumor had it that the Countess herself had been spotted partaking in a bit of snowy indulgence. Then again, Lorelei herself couldn’t recall the last time she had witnessed snow in the city, though, admittedly, part of that could be blamed on the still-gaping hole in her memory.

However, even with all of that taken into account, she could only cross her arms with amusement and very little sympathy as, from his position huddled in a cocoon of blankets, Julian pouted up at her, shivers wracking his lanky frame in spite of the roaring fire in the hearth beside him.

“That look won’t help you at all,” she informed him drily. “Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that. But did you listen? No. ‘It’s just a bit of snow, Lorelei. I’ll be fine, Lorelei, don’t worry about me. After the curse, I’ve never gotten sick. I can’t get sick, Lorelei.’” She took a step forward, pointing a finger at the general direction, or as near as she could figure, of his chest. “You, my dear doctor, only got what you deserved.”

At her final words, his expression morphed from the slightly horrified look he had borne at her mocking and admittedly terrible imitation of his tone to pure, unadulterated petulance, though whether the heightened flush to his cheeks were from whatever illness plagued him or from her casual use of the term of endearment, she could not say.

However, when his sole response was a sneeze accompanied by what could only be described as the most pathetic whimper she had ever heard, sympathy managed to win out over both amusement and self-preservation; she leaned closer, ignoring his half-hearted protest, and pressed her lips to his unusually warm cheek. “You have a fever, Julian. Rest.” She pointed one finger imperiously at the bed.

“I’ll be fi—” As he made a clearly ineffective attempt to rally his energy, she could only roll her eyes, cutting him off before he could even finish the sentence or dissolve into yet another coughing fit.

“If you don’t, I will go find Mazelinka and Portia and let both of them try to reason with you instead.”

Lorelei wasn’t entirely sure which part of the threat cowed him into obedience, though she had to admit she rather suspected the latter. Regardless, it was certainly mollifying to watch as he nodded, somewhat meekly, and she reached out to help him to his feet, where he swayed, blanket half-slipping off of his shoulders.

By the time they made it to the bed, she was beginning to suspect that he had been hit much harder by whatever plagued him than he had been letting on; he had practically collapsed onto the small mattress, hardly seeming to care about the limbs half-hanging off, or the fact that there was no way he could actually be comfortable in that position.

“Julian…” His name was half-chiding, half-sigh, but that didn’t stop her from stepping closer, shifting him into a position that at least approximated lying normally on the bed. “Now, rest. You don’t get enough sleep as it is.”

“I don’t need much sleep.” The smile he flashed at her would have borne some resemblance to his usual cocky expression of it were not for the weariness that tugged at the corners of his mouth, and she crossed her arms with a raised brow.

“You don’t need as much, but you still need some. Which you still don’t get enough of. So sleep.” She settled on the edge of the bed and reached out to run her fingers through his hair, watching as he blinked, slowly, drowsily, slumber already half-claiming him. “I worry about you, you know.”

For a long moment, she wondered whether he was still awake, whether she had spoken softly enough that her words, her quiet confession, had gone unheard, but then she saw his lips curl into the warmest smile she’d ever seen from him. “Thank you, Lorelei,” he murmured.

At the lack of protest, she could only soften, leaning over to kiss him on the forehead, though she still couldn’t quite keep the teasing lilt out of her voice. “Instead of thanking me, just worry about yourself more. Or actually take care of yourself. That would be even better.”

A sleepy “I’ll try,” was the only reply she received but, as his breathing slowed and evened out, she had to admit that even that was promise enough.

#infragalaxia #Julian Devorak #The Arcana #The Arcana fic #Julian x MC #Tina writes stuff.#Tina plays The Arcana.#trash doctor of my heart #otp: I'd love to make something real with you #Lorelei

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Imagine like THE CREATOR AND THEIR TWIN (WHICH IS LIKE YK THE GOD OF DESTRUCTION WHILE THE CREATOR IS YK THE GOD OF CREATION) they have this dance which they do every year. they do this dance and they yk dance after the end of the dance, they like mix together (if you know steven universe it will make sense) personally i make the god of creation the sun while the god of destruction the moon, so they make the eclipse

And the eclipse goes around and does things they want and after midnight eclipse turnes back to the two gods and yk they leave (well the god of destruction leaves)

Please get it :(

Call me Cro anon

no because this would make such a good animation honestly. I would make it but I suck at drawing plus I dunno how to animate so I can only imagine

BUT SERIOUSLY SPEAKING, this idea is so good tho like the 2 twins God of creation and God of destruction — kind of like Yin & Yang. The acolytes wouldn't even know that their Creator has a twin, a one that's literally the polar opposite of them much less. Imagine their reaction though. I don't really have time to write this out rn 😭😭 I will tho soon. Soon.

I just can't stop imagining the mesmerising look on all of the acolytes faces as they witness the dance between creation and destruction. It'd honestly be so beautiful. Kind of like Life & Death. UFUSIJWISH This idea is so good help. What if the God of Destruction also has a world like Teyvat where they are the creator? What if the twins decided to change worlds for a day. IFHWJDHIAJA ok bye

#dark #yandere #yandere sagau #tina's cursed palace

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jeffgoldblumsmulletinthe90s · 6 years

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Hey who wants some unnecessarily bloody Game of Thrones inspired Fantabi AU? It’s got Percival as a disgraced man made courtesan. Credence lops off GG’s head with a sword. There’s a big-ass dragon. Warnings for character death and, well, it’s Fantabi and GOT. Also lmao I did not even proofread this.

[[THERE IS A READ MORE HERE. Also no preview cause it’s really just RIGHT to the beheadings.]]

Gellert had believed the prophecy was about him. The wyrm was the serpent he had made when he was very young. The bewitched sword in his hand had cost him a beloved friend. The tyrant was the reigning queen Seraphina.

Her blood upon the steps to the throne. Her head at the gates. Gellert Grindelwald believed he had fulfilled his destiny.

But the wyrm was only a poor girl laid upon by a curse, and he had murdered his only love’s sister for the blood-forged sword. The prophecy was about Gellert, yes. He did not fully understand until a sword of blood and tooth was against his bare throat. For the moment his head departed from his body, Gellert understood.

He was the tyrant.

Credence held the witch-king’s head in his right hand, clutching it by the hair. He raised it, dripping gore, into the air.

“I have come to the throne,” he said. “As has long been written in the book of prophecy.”

Outside the city’s walled palace, an ink-dark beast opened its toothy maw and roared out smoke and fire. The wyrm’s massive head was too broad to breech even the main door to the palace. It coiled around the walls and, for lack of any other word, sulked. Credence had not been parted from the wyrm since he ran to the sea rather than be sold off by his mother and found it there. That had been a very, very long time ago.

Beside Credence, the beast-talker Newt pouted in sympathy with the beast.

“Does anyone challenge me?” Credence said.

Blood dripped down the steps to the throne, oozing from Gellert’s inert body. Credence tossed the man’s head down to the floor below him with all the care of a serving woman tossing the chamber buckets out a window into the street. One of the serving boys in the court muffled a scream.

Whenever Credence moved, the needle-like tooth strung from a cord around his neck also moved. He could not bear to think of her, but he could no more take it off.

“My first act as king,” Credence says. “Bring me the Goldstein sisters.”

He looked at a soldier wearing Gellert’s royal seal upon her armor.

“Was I misheard?” he asked. “Bring them to me.”

So Porpentina and Equionie were freed from their dungeon cells and brought before the blood-soaked throne. The soldiers stepped gingerly around the mess through which Newt moved so casually, nimble as a deer. Small creatures peeked out of the pockets tied to his belt and even out of his clothing. The sisters bit their tongues when they entered the throne room.

“I dismiss all of you,” Credence said, sitting on the throne. He held his hand against his chest to still the serpent’s fang.

The guards looked pale at the command, but they all obeyed. Outside, the wyrm tried to peek into the throne room with one massive, milky white eye.

“Oh, seven,” the dark-haired sister said. “You’re both alive!”

She ran to Newt, heedless of the blood staining her threadbare prisoner’s garb.

“Careful,” he said, “I’ve got… friends.”

Queenie was more cautious. She had known they would be safe. She knew the moment they got within range of the city. Slowly, she ascended the stairs and reached for the hand which Credence held against his chest.

“She would want you to celebrate,” she said, softly.

Credence was silent. In the space he left, Tina began to question him about his plans for a coronation. Queenie knew it was the time after the coronation which weight upon him.

“We were meant to do this together,” Credence whispered, after some time. Tina did not hear him. She had a great many practical questions about Credence’s rule. There was so much damage to the city and the kingdom which would need repair from Gellert’s violence and neglect.

The royal guard were called back and with Queenie’s assistance, Credence sorted the wheat from the chaff. He kept the good soldiers and ordered Gellert’s few living loyalists outside. The wyrm would handle them as it chose; Credence’s dark mood ensured that it would not choose mercy.

“Who is still living who knew the late Seraphina’s rule?” Credence asked Tina. “Who do you trust?”

She did not have to think hard: “Percival Graves.”

With Gellert’s blood drying beneath his fingernails, Credence told his guard, “Bring Percival Graves to me.”

“Your Majesty,” one of them said with a measure of doubt in her voice.

“I want him with me before night falls,” Credence threatened.

Then he ordered Gellert Grindelwald’s head displayed on the wall. When the birds had reduced it to bones, he would have it carried throughout the kingdom and, perhaps, flung into the sea.

Credence made a great many more orders after that and then went out to meet with Jacob, the head of his own armies. He directed them to clean the fallen from the city and offer them proper burial, regardless of their affiliation. Then he assisted, until the wyrm’s need of him grew too great to ignore.

When he rested his hand against the beast’s dark nose, he could almost think of her without feeling like he would be sick. The memory of her coiling body convulsing and then going still played behind his eyelids no matter what he did. Credence leaned his forehead against the wyrm.

“Obie,” he said. “I don’t know how to be a king.”

Heat stabbed at Credence’s eyes, but no tears came. The angle of his body made his shirt and the tooth necklace hang away from his chest.

At dusk, Credence finally found his ways to his bedchamber — to the rooms where just last night Gellert Grindelwald lay his head while Credence and his army of men and beasts beat down the doors to the city. He had not yet found the baths.

He did find empty rooms full of sumptuous fabrics, pillows, half-concealed mirrors made of glass and polished silver. Books and relics around him thrummed with bloody magic like the dark pulse of a draugr. Credence took care not to touch anything.

The center chamber was the largest — and heavily fortified. Yet, Credence nearly tripped over a belt of silver on the floor. He kicked it lightly with his foot, watching the blood on his boots tarnish angles of Grindelwald’s seal.

Finally, he looked up.

A naked man reclined at the foot of the king’s bed.

Credence staggered back with his dragon-tooth sword raised. The man did not move, though his eyes followed Credence. He did not move to cover any part of his body, which seemed to shine in the light of the room’s oil lamps. The hair had been plucked or shaved off of him in most of the places where Credence would find it on himself, except his head and his eyebrows. He had a bit of stubble along his jaw and he was — well, Credence could see the man wasn’t a eunuch.

“I didn’t mean to startle you, your majesty,” the man said, his voice soft.

Credence bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from saying something too sharp.

“But I didn’t want to offend by wearing the colors and seals of your enemy,” the man continued. “And, well, I have nothing else to wear but that which he gave me.”

The sides of the man’s head had been shaved and the rest of the hair dyed a darker color, but when Credence let himself move closer there was something familiar about this man. He felt as though he knows him. But he certainly couldn’t. It would be impossible.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“You requested me by name, your majesty,” the man said. His bow-shaped mouth formed an uneven smile.

The man adjusted the position of his thighs and slowly rolled his shoulders. Credence found himself looking for a moment before quickly glancing up at the ceiling. There was a very large capstone at the top of the domed roof. Perhaps it would fall out of place and kill him before this naked assassin had an opportunity.

Somewhere outside the palace, the great wyrm flicked its tail with irritation.

“Percival Graves at your service, your majesty,” the man said.

Credence released a breath, but he still did not look back down.

“I want to name you as the king’s hand,” he said, quickly.

“You cannot,” Percival told him instantly.

Credence looked, now, but with a scowl. Percival remained impassive, but he was no longer smirking.

“I am king,” Credence told him.

“And I am a king’s whore,” Percival said, just as quickly.

He sat up, no longer posing with clear intent to provoke at the foot of the bed. He held his knees apart and leaned a hand against one of them. When Credence looked closely, he could see the scars of a warrior and a mage on Percival’s hands and arms. He had one particularly nasty mark on his hairless calf.

“Your majesty,” Percival began, “the man that you killed — thank you for that, by the way — paraded me before this city’s entire people as his property in flesh. They will all remember that. I cannot be your hand.”

Credence did not care what the city’s people thought. He touched the front of his shirt. The tooth bit into his skin. If he is to be king, Percival meant to say, he will have to care what the people think.

“But I need someone who knows the rule, who knows the city,” Credence said.

“I can still be that,” Percival told him. He leaned forward and his face clearly tried to be open, tried to win Credence’s trust.

“Then who shall be my hand?” Credence asked. He moved his fingers slowly up and down the handle of his sword.

Percival sat up straight and lifted his chin. Were he dressed appropriately, he would look every inch a king’s advisor. And he was once — he was the queen’s hand before Gellert Grindelwald hacked her head off in the throne room.

“Pick someone that you trust absolutely. Pick an outside who will confound those here who wish to influence you,” Percival said. “Pick anyone but me.”

Outside the palace, Newt leaned against the scaled body of the wyrm as easily as any other man might lean against a brick wall. He spoke excitedly with Tina Goldstein about the battles she had missed.

“I should like it if you stayed in the city,” she said, tentatively reaching out to pet the head of the small furred creature poking out of Newt’s shirt.

“I am not sure that I can stay,” Newt said. “But I suppose if the king asked me, I could not refuse.”

Tina smiled at that. “No, obviously, you can’t refuse the king.”

In the bedchamber which now belonged to the king of seven realms, who bares the bone, who slays tyrants, who rides the Great Wyrm, who tamed the serpent of the Golden Isles, Credence of Bare-bones felt like a child who knows nothing. He could not even read until he had fled the slave markets where the woman he called mother intended to leave him. It weighed on him already, and he did not yet wear a crown. How heavy would that prove to be?

“But I need your knowledge,” he said.

“In gratitude for killing that son of bitch,” Percival said, “my knowledge is yours to command.”

“And how will you advise me, if not as my hand?” Credence asked.

At this, Percival moved to recline again. “Name me as your consort.”

“What?” Credence grabbed at the tooth beneath his shirt. She would surely be laughing at him now.

“That is the role that I have been placed into,” Percival said. “No one would fault you for taking the king’s spoils as your own.”

Credence, who had moved close enough to see Percival’s scars and the witch’s mark of magic on his cheek, took a step back.

“I am not — I refuse.”

Percival smiled at him. At first, his mouth was crooked. But it softened with a kind of fondness. Credence trusted fondness less than he trusted scales and crookedness.

“You don’t have to actually do anything like that with me,” Percival said.

He smiled until it showed Credence his teeth. “I assure you, the soldiers and the other courtesans keep me plenty entertained at my age. While I’m sure you’re a lovely, murderous young man, I’ve no interest in your flesh, your majesty.”

This made Credence frown.

“But you would pretend to, is what you are saying? So that you may be at my side.”

“As I said,” Percival told him. “I am at your service, your majesty.”

#prompt fic #gradence #maybe?

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I can't go when you look this freaking beautiful || GW

☾♔; March 14, 2018 ☾♔; sotd: idk ☾♔; comedian otd: idk ☾♔; GW: Side Character Audition ☾♔; {G} https://goo.gl/XSTtMc ☾♔; mod(s): @themadmonarchist @maybones et moi

FINALLY DONE WITH THIS

Me every time Russia sends a "love, love, peace, peace" type song to Eurovision: *rolls on the floor laughing my arse off and literally dying from the irony*

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Viggo Asbjörn Rasmus Sauvageon, (21)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Un jour je suis prédateur ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Un jour je suis la proie ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Un jour j'ai chaud au cœur ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Un jour j'ai tellement froid ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀-⠀Au Coeur de moi - Amir

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Nickname: Vig, V/Vi, Vígi, storebror (Svea and Lili) Gender: cis-male Date of Birth: December 24 Place of Birth: Lake Mälaren (it's in Enköping, and next to the Sauvageon estate. He was born in an underwater cave) Nationality: Swedish Ethnicity: caucasian (swedish/frankish descent), also half-fish person. Accent: Swedish Blood Status: half-blood/half-breed, he's half-merperson (hey, theoretically, it's possible in the wizarding world, plus, see; Shape of Water, The. 😛)

Profession: Curse-Breaker for Rökstenen Wizarding Bank (the Swedish counterpart to Gringotts)

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Face Claim: Mooms-mooms, I mean Måns Zelmerlöw

Hair: short, black, sometimes dark brown, soft

Eyes: brown, turn into a deep sea-green when he's angry or feeling like a huge surge of love (as in the emotion, don't be gross, also, not limited to romantic love, basically any love that would qualify for "save the world" level up's in anime characters)

Height: 1.74 m/5'7"-ish (he's so short, I mean, I can't really judge being a measly 5'2", but still)

Weight: idk

Body: slim, fit, super hot swede, wannabe James Bond tbh (did he dreaming of being bond as a child? Maybe.)

Any Scars/ Marks?: not scars exactly, but he has sort of scale-like cravings. Like groves in a stone wall, except on his skin and in the shape of scales. He has a large section on the right side of his rib cage, left shoulder blade going down in a slight diagonal angle to the right back of his hips (decreasing in amount as it moves down his back), left angle, and left wrist.

Any Tattoos/ Piercings?: n/a

Quirks/ Mannerisms: - not really a mannerism of his, but always ends up as a thing for Svea to lean on, since they're basically the same height, and in heels, she's taller than him.

Style: as "erratic" as his cousin's, but generally well-tailored, and figure-flattering. Likes wearing shirts that are a bit too tight (ala Marvel superhero tight), but generally walks around either in suits and ties, or a superhero shirt (as in the fit and not a graphic tee) and jeans. Favours Dolce & Gabbana, Ralph Lauren, Burberry, and Guess (because he's a fu.cking nerd).

Additional Information:

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Head cannon: Super dorky, super cute. Like Svea, he's super Swedish (ie liberal socialist), but he's a lot nicer and pleasant (well, she's not, not nice, but she's also not nice, ya feel?, less elitist is the phrase I'm looking for). Literally sunshine, he's pleasant and joyful and a lot of fun, somewhat reckless, quite a mess, very loveable. Tiny bit of a wh.o.re (manwhøre, yes, but why do men get a different word that doesn't really have a negative connotation), he's never single. He's always dating someone or "causally" seeing someone. The longest he's been single (since joining the dating game) is a week.

Personality (+ 5, - 5): dork, nerd, smarter than he looks/acts, playful, thrives in stressful situations, prefers to have leadership "thrust" upon rather than actively seek it out, sweet, thoughtful, bad at flirting (seriously, it's embarrassing), lazy magic user (like that stupid scene in fantastic beasts when Tina's sister used magic instead of just sliding her hands into the fu.cking robe herself, that's mooms-mooms. I mean Vig), more vain than he cares to admit (spends a surprising amount of time on his hair every morning), act first-think later type of idiot (will jump into a dark tomb for the # adventure without even checking for curses first), adventurous, reckless, silly, quick on his feet, adaptable, resourceful, loyal, protective (though, usually it's him getting protected, he's more of a sweet summer child with a somewhat hidden armour of steel, valyrian steel)

Any mental health issues: - bursts into eurovision songs spontaneously, usually with Svea. Like, it's technically not an illness, but at this point, I'm pretty sure I've got it.

Favorite Quotes/ Sayings that your character would use: - "I am Thor, God of Hammers." (Probs Syn: You are Vígi, god of the losers) - "I miss when I had two feet of authority over you." (To Svea, also Syn tbh, pretty she and Svea are the same height) - "you wanna be my Waterloo?" (Vig, attempting to flirt. Tbh, Svea would say the same thing. They have a Eurovision problem) - "a smooth sea never made a skilled sailor" (someone off in the background: you're half-fish, and a curse-breaker)

Additional Information: - I was originally thinking of "Au coeur de moi" as his theme song, but it's so definitely "I can't go on" by Robin Bengtsson

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Relation to your OC: paternal cousin, like once removed? No, twice removed. he's the son of her grandfather's sister's son.

♣️ Family Background

:: House of Sauvageon ::

The Sauvageon's are a very family old wizarding family, they were originally French, and later immigrated to Sweden in the late 1700's. Unlike most ancient wizarding families (particularly the British ones), they have never shied away from breeding with muggles and muggleborns, often gaining the label of "blood traitor" from the British families, but they're Swedish, and blood density is irrelevant there. There are as liberal and socialist as their country. Despite being loathed by the blood purist-type families, they are still approached very few generations for marital matches, as they are exceedingly wealthy and when the aforementioned house runs out of options.

One could say he's from a branch family, they're no longer the main family, technically, but are still closely related and also still have the same name. So it's more like a developing branch family. His grandmother (Frida) was Svea's grandfather's (Ludvig's) younger sister, so I think that makes them cousin's twice removed? Or is it three times? I don't know, this sht always confuses me (in my defense, I do have around 6000 cousins, and I don't know how I'm related to any of them. Not even joking about that tbh).

Sauvageon aesthetics (with a tiny bit about both Vig and Svea's maternal families, still editing it though): https://goo.gl/u4nRiU

--only father-side relations listed here-- ▪️ Father: Acke Bengt Adrian Sauvageon | Alex Jennings | 56 | former socialite (kind of missing, lives underwater)

▪️ Grandmother: Eira Katja Karita Sauvageon | n/a | deceased former politician (in the muggle world, rose to mayor of Enköping)

▪️ Grandfather: Danil Benjamin Sauvageon née Vengerbojrn | n/a | deceased (muggle businessman - ran KronLund, which specialized in developing luxury estates, hosting events, and owns far too many wineries. He changed his surname upon marrying Eira, half-Icelandic)

▪️ Uncle (father's brother): Edvard Ragnvald Fritjof Sauvageon | n/a | missing, disappeared whilst exploring Geiranger Fjord in Norway

▪️ Cousin (closer than Svea and Lili, biologically): Frej Egil Fredrik Sauvageon Bernadotte, Duke of Västergötland | Matthew Goode | 36 | businessman/royal consort (took up control of KronLund after Danil's death, later married the crown princess of Sweden and added her house's name to his. All children of the marriage shall take the name of the royal house)

▪️ Cousin-in-law: Crown Princess Kristina Ulrika Viktoria Margareta of the House of Bernadotte, Duchess of Västergötland | Vanessa Kirby | 32 | heir apparent to the Swedish Throne

Main Sauvageon family/extended family: ▪️ Great-uncle: Ludvig Sauvageon | Patrick Stewart ▪️ Great-aunt-in-law: Linnéa Sauvageon | Judi Dench ▪️ Uncle: Petter Sauvageon | Colin Firth ▪️ Aunt-in-law: Iliana Drubetskaya | Lena Headey ▪️ Cousin: Svea Sauvageon | Cara Delevingne ▪️ Cousin: Lena Sauvageon | Dafne Keen ▪️ Aunt: Brigitta Sauvageon | Gillian Anderon ▪️ Uncle: Kåre Sauvageon | James D'Arcy

:: Maternal "family" :: A merwoman calling herself "Freyja", whilst he's visited his mother and her "family" many times, he's still not quite clear about which merpeople in the Lake he's related to, and which not, nor even how he was born (*cough* conceived but ew *cough*). They basically just sing and sht when he's underwater, and then he goes up, kind of in a haze and with a mild euphoric feeling, like he's been drugged.

Although he doesn't know much about his mer-family, according to Swedish mermaid legends, they're known for helping lost sailors and are generally considered a friendly peoples. They largely help deal with the lake's grindylow population.

♣️ Family Affiliation: Swedish Ministry of Magic, Durmstrang Institute of Magic (not a happy association, but it's their homeschool, and most Sauvageon's have attended it, including Vig himself), House of Bernadotte, House of Châteaudun (and their successive houses), and the Riddarhuset (The House of Nobility in Sweden -- don't really have any power or special tax exemptions anymore, basically protection of historical titles and coat of arms), Rökstenen (that's more his personal affiliation though, since banks are seperate entites run by goblins who employ some humans)

♣️ Socio-economic status: meh. He technically has a lot of money via family, and earns quite a sum from Rökstenen, but he's one of those rich people who are oblivious to how much things cost (making him slightly disaffected, though, in his defense, he was rasied in palace, basically)

Quick facts: Vig was born underwater in Lake Mälaren to Acke Sauvageon and a merperson who calls herself "Freyja", they're still not sure if it's her real name. He was born with mostly the physical features of a regular human, so he was taken above water to be raised by the Sauvageon's, his father, however, remained underwater (originally he sustained himself via gilly weed and the bubble head charm, but eventually became an animagus and lives as a blue tang because Dory). Closest in age to Svea out of her generation of Savaugeon's, they essentially grew up as siblings, and even attended muggle school together for a time before it was time for him to go to Durmstrang. To say he did not like it there would be an understatement, he nearly flunked out of his dark arts classes out of pure protest, but later actually tried since the information would come in handy when he decided he wanted to be curse breaker. In his 6th year, he attempted to petition the school to change their rules and let muggle-borns in, but lacked support from his fellow students and was ultimately unsuccessful.

Additional Information: n/a

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Whilst a (half-)wizard, Vig did not attend Hogwarts, but instead went to the Scandi homeschool; Durmstrang. Like the other Sauvageon's who attended Durmstrang (as well as Swedes in general, because JKR didn't even fu.cking google Sweden before making it the Scandi school, it's a socialist country, and unlike Denmark and Norway, isn't allergic to migrants!), anyway, like the other Sauvageon's and Swedes, he did not like the school, especially it's attitude towards muggles and muggle-borns (his own grandfather being a muggle). Despite his hatred of the school, he did well, earning the equivalents of Outstandings and Excellents in his exams. Svea jokes that he would've been an "uncool Hufflepuff" (probs would've been in Ravenclaw though, he's smarter than he looks. And acts).

Any Pets?: does Lili count? Not really, she'd reducto his as.s if he said to her face.

Reputation at Hogwarts: doesn't really have one, he only shows up to the events that open to non-students/family, and would really only interact with friends of Svea and/or the Lothbroks. I guess his rep would be "hot dude that sometimes shows up". Also, just to be clear, he literally has nothing to do with the Hogwarts social hierarchy (just in case anyone got confused).

Additional Information:

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Wand: Rosewood Wand Core: Unicorn hair Wand Length: 10½" Wand Flexibility: Swishy Patronus: Arctic Fox Boggart: drowning (appears as his almost-corpse, like pale and wet, but like seizing and struggling to breath) Amortentia: burning wood (like the scent that arises from a bonfire), cinnamon, sea salt Affinity to any particular magic?: not exactly, but he's naturally drawn towards water related spells and sea type plants. It's not super special, they were just the easiest for him to learn and work with when he was still in school, having completed his education, he's perfectly skilled with other stuff now too. Additional Information: - great singer both above and underwater, underwater it becomes more ethereal, known to occasionally leave listeners with an ecstatic, somewhat loopy feeling, like marijuana does to muggles - he's incapable of performing any of the unforgiveable curses.

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Username: @drownedinmoonlight Activity Level (Scale 1-10): 8

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Also, don't forget to add it to the group. Happy character creation!

#polyvore #audition #mine #gw #viggo sauvageon #template

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teapotauror · 7 years

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Wishlist

Single parent Tina, who is trying to balance a career of being an Auror with raising a kid, she gets help from Queenie sometimes and then she meets Newt, and her kid completely falls in love with him and wants to explore the case and learn about creatures

Ilvermorny Tina! All the Ilvermorny Tina

Game of Thrones style AU where Tina is the eldest of the Goldstein house after her parents Lord and Lady Goldstein were murdered by House Grindelwald. Tina and Queenie were supposed to be killed as well but, Queenie and Tina were separated like Sansa and Arya in the show

Moulin Rouge AU where Tina works at the Moulin Rouge, run by Percival Graves and they are pursued by Newt Scamander a young English poet who believes in love, and is helping out to try and get a play that is funded by the Duke Grindelwald. Grindelwald agrees but, in exchange he wants Tina as his escort, however Tina has fallen in love with Newt and they have a forbidden love

Jurassic Park AU where Tina works at the park and then befriends Newt who works mostly with the dinosaurs.

New Girl style AU where it has the modern twist, and Tina has to share an apartment with Newt, Graves and Jacob

Anastasia AU, where as a girl Princess Porpentina and her family suffered an attack from the evil Grindelwald who put a curse on their family and tried to kill them all. Princess Porpentina escaped the palace with her Grandmother but, got lost along the way and suffered some memory loss. She leaves the orphanage at 18 as Tina, and wants to go to Paris because it’s the only clue she has about her family. A dog comes out of nowhere and leads her towards St. Petersburg where she finds the old palace, and little bits of memory are here and there. She then runs into Newt and Jacob who are trying to find someone to play the part of Porpentina, and they strike a deal with Tina. Meanwhile Grindelwald is hatching a plan to kill Tina. Tina travels with Newt and Jacob, falls in love with Newt along the way and discovers she is in fact the lost Princess when they get to Paris and she’s asked a series of questions.

More to be added when I think of them

#out of aurors #wishlist

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youareiron-andyouarestrong · 7 years

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you built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals

Being a Series of Letters Exchanged between Newton Scamander, Magizoologist and Porpentina Goldstein, MACUSA Auror from 1926 to 1945 [as noted by historians]

London, England

December 30, 1926

Dear Auror Goldstein,

Thank you for your letter and your inquires as to my safe return to England. Please reassure your sister Queenie of my (and my creatures) safe return (as well as entirely uneventful, though there was a minor incident with a sea serpent on the trip back--nothing to worry about, I assure you).

On that note, even though it might not please you, I am very happy to hear that our friend Jacob still retains some of his memories of our adventures together--and he has his bakery. I can think of no one worthier of a little good luck--the possible exception being yourself and your sister, of course.

Regards,

Newt Scamander

New York City, America

January 15, 1927

Dear Mr. Scamander,

My sister and I were very glad to hear of your safe return and look forward to the publishing of your book (Queenie says she has lots of ideas for a title, if you care to hear them, she’ll send you a whole letter’s worth of them). I cannot say I am entirely unworried about what you call “a minor incident” with a sea serpent--but since there hasn’t been any news of any shipwrecks or sudden disappearances on the Atlantic, I can take you at your word. Please do try to be careful, though.

It might sound strange to stay, but I am very pleased to see that Jacob does have still remember our time together last month. His pastry nifflers are by far one of the most popular treats in the neighborhood and Queenie brings them home every Sunday morning.

I like to think, Mr. Scamander, we make our own luck. Call it an Americanism.

Best,

Tina Goldstein

Paris, France

June 21, 1927

Dear Miss Goldstein,

When I said in a previous letter I wanted to show you Paris in the spring, the incident last week was not what I had in mind.

Though I am very glad I got to show parts of it to you anyways--impending doom does rather put a damper on things.

Dumbledore expressed great concern to me in his last letter that Grindelwald has escaped yet again. I know we did the best we could, but I cannot shake the feeling that my best, at the least, was not good enough. I know Aurors on both sides of the world are doing everything they can, and I wish to help, though my skills and area of expertise admittedly, are quite limited. My brother Theseus warns me seers and diviners are already making prophecies. I pray that nothing will come to pass--and yet can see no alternative. Already there is rumblings in our world and the Muggle--pardon me, No-Maj, of new ideas, new politics, new societies. On the surface, they seem idealistic and idyllic--but leave little room for reality.

I hope you and your sister are doing well.

Regards,

Newt Scamander

New York City, America

July 7, 1927

Dear Mr. Scamander,

Queenie is outraged that I was in Paris, and didn’t manage to do any shopping in the least while I was there and pays no mind to the fact that it’s not as if we could afford anything (or that we were running for our lives). She did calm down a little when I showed her the small book of recipes I bought for Jacob and the cloche I bought for her--though she scolded me for not getting anything for myself, as per usual, in her words. She and Jacob send kindest regard to you, of course.

As to your concerns for Grindelwald--

At this moment, there is nothing we can do about that, and please don’t mistake this for apathy. We have our spheres, you and I, and Grindelwald is the shark swimming outside of them (pardon the insult to sharks, I’m sure some of them must be very nice in comparison). Sometimes he may strike--and sometimes he may not. The best we can do is be prepared in the meantime. And as for your wanting to be “useful”... your skills and area of expertise saved all of New York, in case you’ve forgotten. And if those skills are not useful for war, well...I don’t think it’s a bad thing at all. Quite the opposite, honestly. Let us worry about what is set before us now.

I send my love best wishes to your creatures and yourself, of course.

Your friend in New York,

Tina Goldstein

New Dehli, India

September 24, 1928

Dear Tina,

Work on the book is going well, thank you for asking. I do find myself suddenly understanding what they mean by “an Indian summer,” though many of my creatures are enjoying the heat and sunshine here more than myself. We have just finished cataloguing an entirely new species of water spirits here, similar to the Scottish kelpies. Enclosed are a few sketches--rudimentary, but efficient.

Philadelphia, America,

October 21, 1928

Dear Newt,

We are in Philadelphia for the yearly meeting of the wizarding senate--Madame Seraphina has asked me to be a member of her personal detail of Aurors. Your sketches are more than efficient--did you ever think of being an artist?

Cardiff, Wales

March 29, 1929

Dear Tina,

[at the ending of a letter] ...I dreamt of you the other night.

New York City, America

April 15, 1929

Dear Newt,

[the postscript of a letter] ...what did you dream?

Edinburgh, Scotland

August 15, 1929

Dear Tina,

[the following is a passage in the middle of a letter] You asked me what I dreamed. I have the same one so oftenly recurring I am beginning to think it is a sign. I dream of a cottage in Dorset, a forest, a hearth, a bed and you in all of these things.

New York City, America

September 1, 1929

Dear Newt,

[another excerpt from the middle of a letter] Sounds like a nice dream. Shall I tell you one of mine?

...I dream of all those things too.

London, England

October 31, 1929

Dearest Tina,

My book is finally being published. I have the first edition here before me and soon, it and myself, will be in your entirely welcome and capable hands. As soon as I get on the first boat to New York.

[This letter never received a reply, because presumably by then, Scamander had already reached New York.]

London, England

September 5, 1939

Dear Tina,

As you know by now, war has been declared between Germany and England, in both worlds, wizarding and Muggle. The Ministry of Magic has already asked if I could accept an assignment, though I cannot say where. There is rumor that Grindelwald, taking advantage of the turmoil, has used the opportunity to use several magical creatures against wizardkind and Muggle alike and that is not the least of his crimes. There is more to tell you--so much more--but I cannot find the time nor the space here. I will do my best to make sure my letters to you continue--to the best of my ability.

Yours, ever,

Newt

October 25, 1939

New York City, America

Dear Newt,

Please be careful no matter where they put you. Already there is talk of censoring mail.

...Was that ending comma intentional?

Yours, always,

Tina

November 1, 1939

London, England

Dearest Tina,

I spoke nothing less than the absolute truth.

Yours, forever,

Newt

New York City, America

April 5, 1940

Newt,

This is the fifth letter I have sent you and still no reply. Can you at least send a goddamn owl?

...Sorry. I don’t mean to shout. But--where are you?

New York City, America

September 15, 1941

Dear Mr. Scamander,

If you don’t answer my sister’s next letter (enclosed), there will be hell to pay.

Best,

Queenie Kalowski

New York City, America

June 3, 1942

Is this the end of it then?

[The following incident was described from several firsthand accounts and eyewitnesses.]

“You selfish, meddling bastard.”

Theseus Scamander looks up from his desk to see his younger brother before him, hair practically standing on end, fists clenched at his side. He’d breathe fire, Theseus thinks, if he could.

Theseus lets his papers slide out of his hands, eyes his little brother warily. Newt possesses truly superhuman reserves of patience and even-temper, but when the occasion actually arises for Newt to lose his temper, he usually does it in some fairly spectacular way. Seeing Newt truly angry is an unnerving sight, reserved usually for some unfortunate creature abused or abandoned--or on behalf of a certain American Auror in New York.

“You’re going to have to be more specific, little brother,” he says as mildly as he can. “What exactly have I been a meddling bastard about?”

Newt practically bares his teeth, the closest thing Theseus has ever seen to a snarl on his brother’s mild face. “ My letters. ”

Ah. “Those letters,” Theseus says, realization dawning. Hell, hell, hell, bloody hell--no wonder Newt’s so incensed.

“You have them,” Newt says, almost vibrating with the intensity of his rage. “My letters from--from Tina. Give them back to me, now. ”

Theseus stares impassively at his younger brother, aware of how quiet the office has gotten--every being in the room must be staring at them. “I was doing it for your own good.”

“If I want to have a conversation with Father,” says Newt acidly, “I’ll go to Dorset. As it stands, I won’t tolerate it from you. ”

“We’re in the middle of a war,” Theseus points out and Newt’s lips peel back from his teeth again.

“I know,” he spits out. “I’ve been fighting in it, same as you. And right now, the only thing keeping me from cursing you into the nearest wall is the thought it would make Tina--and Mother--unhappy. Now give them to me.”

“You couldn’t become distracted. She was becoming a distraction,” Theseus argues, even as he sees his little brother’s face go red, then white with rage. “Newt, be reasonable--”

“I do nothing but be reasonable!” Newt shouts--his quiet, withdrawn younger brother, who has always retreated into himself and his creatures when faced with difficulties. “I am reasonable when faced with death and horror and atrocities and bloodshed all day long and the only thing, the only thing I have--is her. She keeps me reasonable. She keeps me sane! And if it means I have one single avenue of forgetting this bloody stupid wretched war, then let me keep it! NOW GIVE ME MY LETTERS!”

Utter silence fills the room. Stone-faced, Theseus reaches into his desk drawers and silently hands Newt a thick bundle of letters, all with American stamps. Newt snatches them out of his brother’s hands and shoves them into the inner pocket of his ever-present blue overcoat--he refuses to wear a uniform even now. He turns and leaves without another word, back straight, shoulders back, the most upright Theseus has ever seen him. The slamming of a door makes the walls tremble slightly.

Theseus lets his head fall into his hands, just for a moment, as the office slowly comes back to life again, muttering quietly.

[excerpt from a letter, sent August 15, 1943]

...So you see, that was I hadn’t responded to any of your letters. My brother saw fit to act on my behalf, though it was most unwelcome and unasked for.

I know it’s been almost three years since I last responded to your letters. I hope--I pray you will forgive me and understand it was never my intent to hurt or mislead you.

If...if you don’t wish to hear from me any more, or reply back, if I have left it too long and your feelings for me are no longer the same, I understand.

It will ruin me, but I will understand.

Please reply, I beg you.

Yours, forever, endlessly, hopelessly,

Newt

[It is worth noting that shortly after this letter was received by its intended recipient, a Howler appeared on the desk of Colonel Theseus Scamander, and upon opening, promptly proceeded to send several heartfelt and utterly sincere Polish, Yiddish and Brooklynite curses towards him and cast several unkind aspersions on his parentage, competency, and potency. MACUSA denied any knowledge of such a letter making it’s way through the censorship board.]

London, England

May 8, 1945

Dearest Tina,

They’re calling it V-Day over here, for Germany’s surrender, both Muggle and wizarding sides. There are people dancing and waving flags in the streets, crying, laughing, kissing, wizards and Muggles alike and no one call tell the difference. I was amongst them myself for a time, and rather felt I was in the middle of a happy hurricane.

Though we call it Victory Day, the war is not yet truly over, there is the mending and the cleaning up to do--and that, I suspect, will take years, if not lifetimes. But I look forward to it, even now, listening to the joyful, mad celebration outside, because it means we will have a future to look to, and places to mend and new discoveries to make, in all the unexplored places of the world that are still here.

I would enjoy the celebrations a thousand times more if you were here with me.

Yours, ever and always,

Newt

New York City, America

June 1, 1945

My Newt,

Queenie, Jacob and I are getting on the first plane (yes plane, MACUSA is paying for it, Graves insisted) to London, where hopefully, you and I can...talk and...other things.

I can’t write anymore because my hands are shaking too much and we still have to pack.

Your Tina

[It is also worth noting that the marriage of Newton Scamander and Porpentina Goldstein took place exactly twenty days after the last letter (from 1939 to 1945) between them was sent.]

#fbawtft #fantastic beasts and where to find them #newtina #my writing #otp: i'll catch you #in which i try my hand at epistolary fics

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The Anchor King of Vanity

>It’s time.

Time to show him real news.

It’ll be the story of the century.

Heh heh! I can see the bulletin now.

Then let’s get going!

>Mona becomes our van and we drive off to take Chaz Monerainian’s heart.

>Meanwhile in the studio of A. Nigma High School, Chaz was once again hogging the camera and poor Tina Kwee is nowhere in sight.

So Principal General Barrage is now asking all students, teachers, and even our visitors to assemble in the gym to find out who sent me, Chaz Monerainian, that Phantom Thieves calling card. This is Chaz Monerainian and this has been Chaz’s Corner!

>With that, the broadcast ended.

News Team Member 1: Are you sure it was wise to kick Tina out of the News Team, Chaz? What if that calling card is because of how your treat her.

News Team Member 2: He’s right, man. What you’re doing does seem a little... Villainous.

Chaz: What can I say? In the media game, you do whatever it takes.

>The two News Team members just stare at him. Then finally, they just sigh in defeat and leave to get ready for the assembly.

Chaz: Well that’s how my father said it.

?????: Then yer father’s an idiot. No wonder yer so messed up.

Chaz: !

>A red wave passes over him. When it was over, Chaz was now in a castle where there was a room full of mirrors, a throne, and on that throne was an apple, clearly poisoned.

???????: You put others down just for your own popularity.

???: You claim that you’re a piece of art, but all I see is a mess.

?????: You have a dark heart that limes for the spotlight. But we’ll be taking both.

>Suddenly, ten mirrors broke open and we step in... I hope this doesn’t mean 70 years bad luck.

Joker: Target: Chaz Monerainian.

You are suppose to spread the news of what really happens at your school, but you talk more about yourself.

Yer a lyin’ piece of shit that you would push anyone just to get all the fame and glory.

You even hurt a girl who wanted to do her job to the best of her abilities to satisfy your own desires.

You even once criminalized the man she loved for attention.

As thieves of justice, we cannot allow this to go on any longer.

You will pay for your cruel ways and your vanity.

Spirit: Tina’s future depends on us taking your distortion and making you see the error of your ways.

Mona: We will take your Treasure and succeed in our mission.

Joker: We are the Phantom Thieves and we will take your heart!

Chaz: You can’t do that. I kind of need my heart to make me a great news caster.

Panther: You’re anything but great. You’ve completely replaced the news with your show. How will anyone know what’s really going on at A. Nigma High?

Spirit: I’m surprised Barrage is letting you get away with this.

Chaz: That’s because he recognizes talent when he sees it. Even without that robotic eye of his.

Queen: No. It’s because he’s doing his job. But we’re going to remind him that he has to enforce the rules on all of the students. Including you.

Spirit: Now you’re going to know what it’s like being a Detentionaire. Look like Lee Ping and Biffy Goldstein are about to have some company.

>With fury growing inside him, Chaz’s eyes become a gold color.

Shadow Chaz: You dare speak to your king like this!? I shall have your head on the chopping block for this. Mirror mirror on the wall, help me defeat these thieves once and for all.

>With that, the Shadow changes his form.

Oracle: Persona!

>Necronomicon scans the Shadow.

Oracle Got it! Oberon is weak to Nuclear moves.

Queen: This is my area. Persona!

>I change Personas.

Joker: Persona!

Noir: I’ll help too just in case. Persona!

Spirit: Me, too. Persona!

>Spirit summons his Persona, Tokebi.

>Oberon uses Summon.

Oberon: Now, my dear fan, let us broadcast a very special edition of Chaz’s Corner!

Skull: In your dreams, pal!

Queen: Right. Soon, your little fan here will see the truth about you. Let’s go, Johanna!

>Johanna uses Freila on Oberon. It knocks him down. Queen passes the Baton to Noir and Milady uses Psio on Titania. However, she dodges it. Thoth uses Taunt on Titania. It enrages her. Milady uses Psio on Titania. It got her this time and it was more effective since Titania was enraged.

Noir: Time to punish them!

>After the attack, Oberon and Titania were still up. Still enraged, Titania attacks me. Oberon uses Nocturnal Flash. Luckily, it missed all of us. Johanna uses Marakukaja to raise our defense. Thoth uses Freila on Oberon. It knocks him down. I pass the Baton to Noir and Milady uses Psio on Titania again. It knocks her down again.

Joker: Let’s do it!

>After the attack, Oberon and Titania are still stand. Titania was now weaker. Then, Tokebi uses Zionga on Oberon. He didn’t get shocked this time. Titania, still enraged, attacks Spirit. Oberon uses Brave Blade on me. It takes a lot of health out of me. Luckily, Johanna uses Diarama to heal me. Then, Thoth uses Psy Wall on Queen. Milady uses Tetrakarn on Spirit. Tokebi uses Zionga again on Oberon. This time, it shocks him.

Spirit: You’re free to attack, Queen.

Queen: I’ll see to it.

Joker: So will I.

>Titania hesitates and Oberon is disabled from Shock. Johanna uses Freidyne on Oberon. It knocked him down and was super effective because of the Shock. Queen passes the Baton to Noir and Milady uses Psiodyne on Titania. Titania is gone. Noir attacks Oberon. Luckily, she didn’t get Shocked. Thoth uses Freila again. Milady uses One-shot Kill. And Tokebi uses Assault Dive. Now Oberon was getting weak.

Oberon: This is the story of the century! I won’t let you take this from me!

>Oberon uses Maziodyne. It leaves me Shocked.

Spirit: Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.

>Queen and Noir defend themselves and I am unable to move. Tokebi uses Baisudi on me and cures me of the Shock.

Oberon: You little shit! I’LL KILL YOU!

>Oberon uses Brave Blade on Spirit. Luckily, the Tetrakarn protects him and the attack reflects back at Oberon. It was a critical hit.

Spirit: Here goes nothing!

>After the attack, the Shadow resumes his normal form and a familiar light comes out of him.

Mona: And here we have the Treasure!

>I take the Treasure. It was a toy microphone.

Chaz: All I’ve ever wanted was to become a reporter just like my father and his father before him. I wanted to do whatever it takes.

Noir: Even if it means making others miserable? Even pursuing your dreams shouldn’t be done at the expense of others.

Queen: You have to better plan your future to make sure that it works out for everyone and not just you.

Chaz: ...

Crow: A real reporter tells only the truth of what is happening in their community and not just with themselves. You need to think more clearly before you decided what should be shown to others.

Joker: From now on, tell the truth when it needs to be told and don’t make it all about you.

Chaz: ... Okay. I’ll think twice before I decide what I should talk about before I get on the air. I’ll even apologize to Tina for giving her the boot. I promise as a Monerainian.

>With that, the Shadow returns to his true self.

Mona: We’ll hold you to that.

Spirit: I hope it works. Tina really needs this.

It will. Don’t worry.

>With the Treasure in our possession, we leave the now disappearing Palace.

>In the school gym, Principal General Barrage had gathered everyone, including us, to find out who sent Chaz the calling card.

You maggots know why I called you here! One of you sent this to the school news room! (begins brandishing the calling card) Just because it’s not in your handwriting doesn’t mean we can’t identify you. Later after I dismiss detention, I am taking this to Public Safety Canada where they have experts in this sort of identification! So these Phantom Thieves had better turn themselves in now if they wish to avoid not only expulsion or being fired, whichever the case may be, but also an arrest!

>Suddenly, the gym doors open and in comes Chaz Monerainian. He slumps all the way to the stage.

Barrage: About time you showed up, Mr. Monerainian!

Chaz: I... I have something to say... I’ve been... Taking advantage of my position as senior anchor of the school news team... I’ve been manipulating information to gain more popularity to be more like my father. I even... Ruined Tina Kwee’s chances for my own gain... I’ve abused my status to even make the goodest of students look bad.. (begins tearing up) I’m nothing but a bad lousy reporter! I’ve ruined everyone’s lives! How... How could I possibly... Pay for all this!? (sobbing)

>Chaz was on his knees sobbing like mad. As for Barrage... He was a different kind of mad.

Barrage: WHAT IN TARNATION HAPPENED HERE!?

>Everyone just stared for a moment in silence.

Barrage: Fine! I’ll give the guilty party one last chance. Step forward or pay the consequences!

(whisper) This looks bad.

(also whispering) Not to worry. Me and Biffy came up with something.

(also whispering) You’ll love it. Watch this.

>Futaba presses something on her phone and a projection screen comes down. Then, the Phantom Thieves logo is projected on it and Futaba’s altered voice is heard.

Hello, A. Nigma High School. I am Phantom Thief Alibaba and we had just taken the heart of Chaz Monerainian. And also, by the time you are watching this, we are already half way out of Canada. So go ahead. Send that calling card to be examined, it won’t do you any good now. They don’t even know how we did it. This Alibaba, out.

>The message ended. Barrage was furious, but knew the message was right. In his frustration, he crushes the calling card.

Barrage: What are you maggots all looking at!? Assembly dismissed!

>Everyone came out and were either talking about what happened out loud or on their phones.

I can’t believe the Phantom Thieves actually did it.

Can’t really say Chaz didn’t deserve it. The way he flaunted his popularity like that.

Now the guy’s just as cursed as we are. Something I really won’t forget while I’m at Horizon.

Alright, y’all. Back to class.

(chatting on her phone) OMG, what a waste of time. I was in the middle of setting up an appointment at the salon. Oh well, I’ll just go back to tormenting Biffy. I know it seems wrong, but I just love his company. But still, the Phantom Thieves were here at our school?

I know. I kinda reminds my of dad’s movie: Ace Von Chillstein in High School Thieves Guild. I wonder if I’m the main character in this brand new story... Am I the one they call Joker?

(noticing them texting each other even though they’re right next to each other) You know, there are a couple of seats with your name on it that need to be filled. So I suggest you hurry.

You know what I just realized. All this Phantom Thief business happened when those students came here to look for people interested in transferring to Horizon High.

You’ve noticed that, too?

Are you sayin’ that there’s somethin’ suspicious about them? You better not. There’s no way they’re guilty of something. Like that Yusuke guy. I know he seems weird, but he’s gotta style that’s definitely earned my respect.

You’re so compassionate, Chopper. I also love that about you. (sighs) It’s really going to make me miss you while you’re in New York.

Chopper: Don’t worry, Beth. Me and Emmett will be staying at my uncle’s place there. And I’ll message you everyday. You’ll away be in my heart, babe.

Beth: Aww, thank you. You’ll always be in mine.

Irwin: Oh, brother. What do those two see in each other.

Grayson: You’ll understand when you have someone for you. For now, let’s just head to class. It looks like Barrage is heading this way.

(translating skater slang) Heh! What a great prank! ... It is a prank, right?

Who knows, bro. Those P Thieves aren’t like a lotta people. They’ve actually changed a few hearts.

Including in New York. Like that octopus teacher at Horizon.

And let’s not forget Spider-Man and Norman Osborn’s son... I mean, Peter Parker and Harry Lyman.

Fred (Blonde Skater): Speaking of which, you sure you and Ted wanna go to that nerd school?

Ned: Me and Ted do love being Skaters, but we wanna give something new a try.

Ted: Besides, we get to go to New York. Now I can show up my damn cousin, Chris.

Ned: That, too.

Zed: Okay. Just don’t forget, we’re always bros and since I just got my license (which was not easy since I keep almost crashing during my driver’s test), it’s only an 8 hour dive.

>The four skaters fist bumped.

I’m glad to see such close and devoted friends are willing to go a long ways... Just hope you have travel papers and passports. Now you better get going. Classes are starting again.

Phantom Thieves, You've taken my heart But nothing will tear Our bond apart

How was that?

Rud the Drummer: A little forced, but very true.

Cyrus: It’s a working progress.

Goob the Bassist: I’m sure you’ll get it soon, Cyrus.

Skeeter the Guitarist: Hopefully before the end of this summer.

Rud: You know I still think it’s a bit of a shame that we’re using that science school as an excuse to get to New York.

Cyrus: Can we help it that Ross Caliban saw our number one hit, Go It Solo, and liked it so much that he asked us to come over to New York to perform a collaboration?

Rud: I guess.

Cyrus: Relax, guys. I already know enough science to help us at Horizon. No cheating this time. It’s just plain old studying.

Goob: And you can count on us to help you along the way.

Cyrus: I know... Thanks, guys.

Grr!

Cyrus: Okay, okay! We’re goin’! Jeez, since when did the Tazelwurm care about education?

>In a classroom.

Aww, man, we’re awesome!

It’s just shame Holger was in class when Phantom of Thieves did heist.

Lee: Maybe next time, Holg.

Wait until the after school report, this will be the story of the century.

Just try not to go overboard like Chaz.

Tina: You can bet on that.

It looked like your principal was serious about turning in the calling card.

He had a complicated past. Military.

Alright, settle down! Class is about to start!

Lee: Sorry, Mom. I mean, Mrs. Ping.

>Suddenly, the door opened.

I hope I’m not disturbing class.

Mrs. Ping: No we were just about to start.

Lee: Why are you here, Dad?

Mrs. Ping: Principal Barrage said that school will be closing early today. So your father’s treating us to lunch at a restaurant today... Now take your seat! As for you visitors, go keep my husband company outside.