Requests are Open!

Pairing: Slytherin!Tina x Gryffindor!Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: It’s been months, it’s fiNe don’t talk about it 

Part 1 here

You felt your heart beat against your chest as you looked out into the crowd of cheering students. Your house was counting on you. Suddenly, you saw a familiar golden object fly past you, causing you to kick into gear. As you raced towards the Snitch, you looked back to see the Ravenclaw seeker right behind you. You grinned, focusing back on the Snitch and feeling the wind rush through your uniform.

As you were just about to reach out and grab it, the golden ball took a sharp left turn.

You cursed softly under your breath and you continued the pursuit. You were now neck in neck with the Ravenclaw seeker.

“Got too cocky, eh (Y/L/N)?” He shouted.

You looked forward and smirked, quickly adjusting your broomstick and held your hand up.

The seeker from the other team looked at your now balled up fist and gawked.

The horn sounded, signaling the end of the game.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who got cocky!” You laughed.

The two of you slowly descended on your broomsticks and gave each other a firm handshake.

“Good game as always,” you said.

“I’ll get you yet,” the Ravenclaw seeker said cheekily with a wink.

You chuckled. “I’d like to see you try.”

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Coming out of the locker room, you saw Tina sitting on the bench right outside writing on a piece of parchment.

“Didn’t think you’d be much of the stalker-type, Goldstein,” you said, a smirk on your face.

Tina’s cheeks started turning a bright red. “No! I was just told you would be here and-”

You laughed. “Relax, I’m just giving you a hard time. Thanks for working with my schedule, I know it isn’t easy.” You finished drying off your hair with a towel, then rested it on your shoulders as you sat down next to the young witch.

“So what’s on the docket for today, professor Goldstein?” You gently nudged Tina.

Tina pressed her lips together. You noticed the change and immediately softened. 

“Sorry. I can get kind of touchy without meaning to. Let me know if I’m too much, okay?” 

“It’s fine,” Tina said softly. “Just caught me off guard, that’s all.” 

A tiny smile crept on your lips. “Okay.” 

You sat up, ready to listen to every word Tina had to say. For the next 2 hours, it was just you and her. You weren’t sure what it was, but you loved Tina’s company. She could make even the most boring class seem interesting. You loved the way the edges of her mouth crinkled when she spoke passionately about something. You loved how you could make her laugh. You loved how she tucked her wavy hair behind her ear. 

“(Y/N)? Did you get that?” Tina asked. 

“Huh? Oh... Uh. Yeah. Wave the wand, do the spell. Got it.” 

Tina raised an eyebrow. “We’re working on history now.” 

“Oh! Right,” You laughed. “I was just checking to see if you were paying attention.” 

Tina tilted her head, confusion in her eyes. You felt your mouth go dry. 

“Okay.” Tina turned her attention back to the history book and started speaking again. 

You felt yourself relax a bit. As Tina continued to speak, you forced yourself to pay more attention. 

“(Y/N). You’re staring again.” 

Your cheeks flushed.

Pairing: Tina Goldstein x reader

Warnings: Death mention

A/N: Idk I just wanted some comforting Tina 

Tina woke to the sound of her phone vibrating on her nightstand. She turned over and groaned. Whoever was calling this late was going to pay. The woman squinted at the screen and saw your name across the top. 

Tina took a moment to decide whether or not to pick up. You had broken up two months ago. It was either an emergency or a drunk phone call. Tina hovered her thumb over the screen, deciding which button to press. She took in a sharp inhale and pressed accept. Cautiously, the young woman held the phone up to her ear. 

“(Y/N)?” 

She heard you take a small breath in. 

“I wasn’t sure you’d pick up.” 

“I wasn’t sure, either.” The woman confessed. “Why are you calling me at 1 in the morning?” 

“I... I don’t know.” You paused, searching for the words. “I didn’t know who else to call.” 

Tina held her breath, unsure of what you were going to say next. 

“I had to put Benson down tonight.” Your voice wavered as you held back the tears. 

Tina sat up. “Oh, (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” 

Benson was your dog of twelve years. For a long time, it had just been the two of you against the world. And now he was gone. 

“He hadn’t been eating... The vet couldn’t even read his glucose because it was so low.” Your voice quivered, and soon you broke out into tears again. “I don’t know what to do without him.” 

“I know,” Tina said, her own eyes welling up with tears. 

She stayed quiet as she heard you sob through the phone.

“(Y/N), would you like me to come over?” 

You sniffled. “If you don’t mind.” 

The woman nodded, forgetting you couldn’t see her. “I’ll be there in a bit, okay? Drink some water.” 

“Thank you.” 

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Tina remembered where you kept the spare key. Under the potted plant in front of your apartment. When she opened the door, she knocked on the door a few times to let you know it was her. 

“(Y/N)?” 

The woman made her way to your bedroom, where she found you curled up in bed surrounded by used tissues. 

“Hey,” she said gently, putting her hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey,” you sniffled. 

“Tell me what you need.” 

Your mouth quivered. “Can you just hold me? Please?” 

Tina nodded and shifted down on to the bed and put her arm around you. You immediately felt calmer, taking a deep breath in. 

“It’ll get better. I promise,” Tina assured you as she rubbed circles on the back of your hand with her thumb. 

“Thank you. For coming.” 

Me again. Just saw you already wrote that. Sorry! (I'm a fool, haha). Many thanks for your great work!

Pairing: Slytherin!Tina Goldstein x Gryffindor!reader

Warnings: None

Setting: Hogwarts, modern times

Tina scurried along the halls, trying to find her way through the twisting corridors. This was near impossible. How was she ever going to find the right door to her class? She looked down and squinted at the paper in front of her, trying to make out the scribbled directions a Hogwarts student had written down for her. Looking down at the notes, Tina was unaware she was about to run into someone- until it was too late. 

“I’m so sorry!” The witch said. 

“It’s alright.” 

The brunette looked up and saw you, a kind grin on your face. 

“You must be one of the Ilvermorny kids.” You stuck out your hand. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Tina,” the girl replied, shaking your hand. “Sorry, I’m kind of in a rush.” 

“Where are you off to? I can help.” 

“Transfiguration with McGonagall?” 

You smiled. “She’s my favorite. Follow me!” 

Once at the door, you opened it for Tina. Inside was a stern-faced McGonagall who stopped lecturing for the interruption. 

You lowered your head. “Sorry, professor. She got lost and I just came here to show her the way.” You gestured to Tina.

The professor looked at Tina, then looked back at you, giving an understanding nod. 

“Very well, (Y/N).” McGonagall turned to Tina. “What is your name, dear?” 

“Tina. Tina Goldstein.” 

“Please take a seat, Miss Goldstein.” The professor turned back to you. “Thank you, (Y/N), I can take it from here.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Tina was unpacking the last of her things when she heard loud cheering from the Slytherin common room. 

Curious, Tina made her way to the common room, tiptoeing down the stairs. 

She saw you and a few Slytherins playing DnD.

You looked up and saw Tina and grinned. “Oh hey!” You waved to the brunette.

The other Slytherins that were sitting at the table all turned towards Tina, making the girl slightly self-conscious. She wasn’t used to this much attention all at once. 

“Sorry, were we being loud? We can tone it down,” you apologized. 

“(Y/N) just rolled a D20, it was amazing!!!” One of the kids at the table exclaimed. 

You read Tina’s confused expression. “It’s a good thing.” You winked at her. 

You turned to the Dungeon Master, turning on your pleading eyes. 

“Can Tina join us? She can be my partner!” 

The DM rolled her eyes, but smiled. “Roll for charisma.” 

You grinned, quickly scooping up the dice in front of you and letting it fall on the table. When you saw the number, you cheered. You looked to Tina. “Looks like you’re sticking with me, Goldstein! If that’s okay with you, of course.” 

Tina chuckled. “Well I don’t know anything about this game, but sure.” 

You scooched over on the bench to make room for her, patting the spot next to you. “For you, madame.” 

The young witch smiled and leaned into the theatrics, bowing graciously. “Why thank you. How chivalrous of you.”

“Gryffindors,” your friend smirked. “Careful with that one, Goldstein.”

“Hey!” You pouted, making Tina giggle. You smiled, knowing you were the reason behind her laugh.

As you continued playing through the game, you noticed Tina was working on her homework. 

“Hey, Goldstein,” you whispered. “You any good at classes?” 

Tina looked up at you and shrugged. “I suppose.” 

“Would you maybe want to study together? I’m, uh... not doing so hot in a couple of mine.” 

Pairing: Dom!Tina Goldstein x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW

A/N: This is wayyy late but uh here’s something

Pairing: Queenie Goldstein x reader

Warnings: None

A/N: I know this was requested like a lifetime ago, but here it is!

You felt the cold metal balcony beneath your palms when you held onto the railing, gripping onto it as if letting go would cause you to automatically fall three stories. As you looked out into the city that stretched for miles, you felt tiny raindrops prickling your skin. You took a deep breath. What was said couldn’t be taken back now. All you could do was wait for an answer.

You heard Queenie beside you, taking in a shaky breath. “Those things you said yesterday... did you mean them?” 

“Yes.”

“I don’t understand. Why would-” 

“Because I love you, Queenie,” you blurted.Tears were brimming out of your eyes, but you couldn’t care less. This was something she needed to hear. “I love you,” you repeated, this time in almost a whisper. Your throat tightened itself, like it was bracing for the impact of what was to come. 

Queenie shook her head. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I think you’re deeply mistaken.” 

All you wanted to do was scream. To scream and say that you knew she was lying. That all those nights had to mean something to her. But she was right. 

It was your mistake for ever being involved. It was your mistake for letting her kiss you, sleep with you, and treat you like you were worth something to her. It was your mistake to naively think that she would even think to step out of her comfortable life just for you. It was your mistake for believing she wouldn’t throw it all away the moment things got too rough. Your mistake. 

Your jaw tightened. “I understand.” You pushed through the pain that was stabbing through your heart, wiping the tears away. “I’ll go now.” 

You walked back into the apartment, taking a final look around the room as you prepared to leave. The kitchen, where you and Queenie would bake and giggle at all the tiny silly things you did just to see her smile. The living room, where Queenie would put on a record and the two of you would slow dance. The couch, where you laughed and shared drunken kisses or would just spend a quiet evening together. And finally, the door. Queenie would usually kiss you goodbye at the door. But not tonight. Not ever again. 

As you reached for the doorknob, you heard a click and the door creaked open. 

“Oh. Hey, (Y/N)!” Jacob greeted, perfectly unaware of what had just unfolded. 

“Jacob, you’re home early!” Queenie said, quickly composing herself. 

The man set his suitcase down. “I know, but I got Fred to take the evening shift tonight.” Jacob kissed Queenie on the cheek, then studied the two of you. “I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” 

“Oh, no. (Y/N) was just leaving.” 

You nodded slightly. “Nice seeing you, Jacob.” 

Jacob grinned. “We’ll have to get together soon! It’s been too long!” 

You let out a tiny laugh. “Maybe in the future.” You looked at your watch, as if you had somewhere to be. “I should go.” 

“Take care, (Y/N),” Queenie said softly. 

You smiled, your eyes stinging with tears begging to come out. 

Requested by anonymous: Hi! can you do a Queenie Goldstein x fem reader x Tina goldstein , where they both like the reader? thank youu! 💕

Pairings: Queenie Goldstein x fem!reader, Tina Goldstein x fem!reader

Warnings: drinking

A/N: This was requested eons ago and I apologize for taking so long

Queenie liked you the moment she saw you. The problem was, so did Tina. 

And you chose Tina. 

Which Queenie decided was fine. 

After all, who could blame you? Tina was beautiful, poised, and smart... 

And Queenie? Was just some quirky blonde who could read minds. 

But there were some days the way you looked at her made her feel less alone and not so strange. There were times the two of you connected where you and Tina didn’t. She knew it was all in her mind. She knew you were too in love with Tina to ever think about her in that way. 

And that was okay.

It had to be okay. 

The first time you realized you had feelings for Queenie was the moment you knew you were falling out of love with Tina. 

The first time you realized you had feelings for Queenie, you woke up in a cold sweat and when Tina tried to comfort her, you pulled away in disgust. 

When you finally had time to process it all, you knew you had to bury it immediately. 

You couldn’t do that to Tina. 

Tina, the woman who stuck by you no matter what.

Tina, the woman you loved so adamantly.

Tina, the woman you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. 

Or so you thought. 

Tina was out of town. And you didn’t have a plus one to your company fundraising event. 

You could have asked anyone. Any of your friends would have been happy to go with you. But you asked Queenie. 

Everything in the logical part of your mind told you it was a bad idea. And yet. 

You walked around, talking to your coworkers and friends. It didn’t take long for Queenie to integrate with the crowd, introducing herself to everyone and making herself comfortable. You remember having to lead Tina everywhere with new people. It wasn’t something you minded, but with Queenie, you felt more at ease. 

You kept a watchful eye on Queenie, occasionally checking in on her. 

During a lull in the event, you made your way over to her. 

“Having fun?” You asked.  

Queenie nodded. “Sure am!” 

A song began to play from the stage, causing Queenie to gasp. “I love this song, dance with me!” 

The blonde pulled you through the sea of people until the two of you reached the dance floor. You smiled nervously as she started to dance. 

“Come on!” Queenie encouraged, taking your hand and twirling you around. 

You laughed at how carefree she seemed to be. And you loved how carefree you could be with her. 

After the party, the two of you walked back together. 

“Ugh, I could use a drink,” you said. 

“I could help with that,” Queenie replied. 

You looked at the blonde curiously. 

“Prohibition’s for no-maj’s,” The woman took your hand. “Come on!” 

After getting some drinks at the Blind pig, the two of you ended up on the roof of your apartment building looking at the sky. 

“Wish I could see the stars,” Queenie said. 

“Me too. Sometimes I like to make my own constellations.” You traced a car in the sky. “That’s the Henry Ford.” You smiled. 

Queenie laughed. “You’re ridiculous.” 

The two of you sat in silence for a bit. 

“You know, I don’t really know much about you.” You looked to the blonde. 

Queenie raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Well, what do you want to know?” 

You shrugged. ” I don’t know... What are your dreams and aspirations?” 

You saw a smile tug at Queenie’s lips. “I’d like to open up a bakery.” The woman tucked her legs under her arms. “Growing up, people used to only ever think I was a dumb blonde. Baking the was the only thing I knew I was good at, so I did it all the time. It was like making my own happiness. I’d love to share that with other people.” 

You looked in awe as Queenie talked about her passion. The way her face lit up when she talked was enough to make you smile, too. 

“That was beautiful,” you whispered. 

Queenie giggled. “Why are we whispering?” She whispered back. 

“I don’t know.” 

The two of you giggled, and you found yourself closer to Queenie. 

“And what about you?” The blonde asked, a tipsy smile on her face. “What are your aspirations? What do you want?”

Queenie leaned in closer and you could feel her breath on your lips. And suddenly your lips were on hers. 

You broke away. “I... I’m sorry. I’m not...”

“It’s okay, (Y/N).”

You shook your head.  “No, I’m.. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

You walked away, fighting the tears that were begging to leave your eyes. How could you do that? Why would you do that? 

Days passed and the longer you and Tina went about your normal routine, the more guilty you felt. Your morning kisses were now left with a bitter taste. When you held hands, you could feel yourself wanting to pull away.

You used to find the fun in mundane every day chores. Now they were just tasks you had to get done to maintain some sense of normalcy. You no longer wanted to do things just to make Tina happy. 

You thought about how Queenie would smile when you did silly little things. Tina’s reactions didn’t seem to carry as much weight anymore. 

You thought about breaking up with Tina, but the thought made your stomach sink with dread. She was supposed to be the love of your life. 

Wasn’t she? 

You buried your face in your hands. 

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” Tina asked when she walked in on you in the living room. 

“Nothing, everything’s fine.” 

“Doesn’t sound fine.” 

Your girlfriend sat next to you. “You haven’t seemed fine for a while now.” 

You looked at the ground. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

At that moment, the guilt of what you had done washed over you like a waterfall and you knew you had to tell her. “I’m so sorry.” 

Tina furrowed her eyebrows. “Sorry about what?”

“I can’t... I’m so sorry.” 

“Now you’re worrying me... (Y/N), what happened?”

“I... I kissed Queenie.” 

Tina’s eyes widened. “What?” 

“I wasn’t thinking, I just kissed her. It just happened-”

You felt Tina’s hand strike across your cheek. 

“She’s my sister!” Tina shouted. “My sister!” 

“I know.”

Tina started to tremble as she began to cry. “How could you, (Y/N)?” Your heart pulled at you with every sob. “Was I not enough?” 

“No, you were everything, Tina.” You reached out for the woman, but were promptly pushed away. 

“Don’t touch me!” Tina shouted. She turned away from you. “Just leave, (Y/N).” 

You looked at Tina once more, her shoulders shuddering from the sobs she was trying to hide from you, wondering how you let it get this bad. Your every instinct told you to comfort her, to apologize profusely. But you knew you had done enough. You stood up. 

Pairing: Tina Goldstein x fem!reader

Warnings: None

A/N: AnOther series I will need to finish? Hm... 

It seemed like everyone was scared of your brother. Percival was a serious man with a stern attitude, so it wasn’t hard to see why some people seemed to cower at the sound of his name. But while he was a looming figure at MACUSA, you only ever saw him as your overprotective, soft-hearted big brother. 

You let out the tiniest crack of a smile as the clack of your heels echoed through the halls. The bellboy in the elevator immediately recognized you and straightened his hat, a nervous smile crossing his lips. 

“M-miss Graves,” Red stuttered as he clambered to reach the button. 

You nodded politely. “Good afternoon, Red.” 

“Been a while since you’ve visited MACUSA,” the goblin said. 

“I’ve been traveling a lot lately,” you explained. “But now that I’m back home I thought I’d pay Percival a visit.” 

The elevator door opened and you nodded at Red, who tipped his hat in response. On your way to see your brother, you felt the other employees’ eyes following you. Used to the reaction you usually received from others, you ignored the stares and whispers. 

“Get out of here!” Your brother shouted at one of the boys after giving him a black eye. 

You were being bullied again. 

You sniffled and wiped the tears away with your mittens. 

Percival came up to you and gave you a hug and a kiss on the head. “Don’t worry, (Y/N), they’re gone now.” The shaggy-haired boy smiled at you. “You’re safe now.”

“I asked for more aurors to be on this case so it could be taken care of immediately!” Percival roared. He shook the file in his hand in front of a terrified auror’s face. “Picquery wants us to finish this by tomorrow, do you understand?”

“Y-yes, sir,” the man stammered. “I’m sorry. We’ll do better.”

“You better, or I will personally make sure your job title gets ripped from you and-”

“Hi, Percy!” You interrupted. You had seen Percival chewing out the poor auror for the past two minutes and decided to intervene. 

Your brother turned around in surprise. “(Y/N).” The moment he saw you, his face lit up. You ran toward him and hugged him, the two of you giggling. 

“When did you get in?” 

“Last night, thought I’d surprise you.” 

The auror that Percy had been yelling at saw his chance to shuffle away. 

“Terrence,” Your brother sternly called without looking back. “Remember our talk.”

The man nodded timidly and quickly walked out of the grand room.

You pulled away and adjusted your brother’s lapel. “Wow, scary.” 

The man shrugged. “Gotta keep them in line.” 

“You look skinny, when was the last time you had a proper meal?” 

Percy laughed. “You’re not going to get an answer to that.” 

You linked arms. “Come on. Lunch is on me.” 

As you began to walk away with your brother, you heard some footsteps coming from behind. 

“Mr. Graves! Mr. Graves, wait!” A voice called out. 

You turned around to see a woman with wavy brown hair running towards the two of you. You 

“Tina,” Percival said. 

“I’m sorry, sir. I just have some papers for you to sign.” 

“It’s alright.” Your brother took a pen from the woman and began signing the papers held in front of him. As he signed, he nodded toward you. “Tina, this is my sister, (Y/N).” 

Tina acknowledged you with a slight bow. “Nice to meet you, Miss Graves.” 

You let out a slight laugh. “Please, just call me (Y/N).” 

A tiny smile appeared on the auror’s face, and you noticed the slight upward curvature of her lips when she smiled. 

‘Cute,’ You thought to yourself. 

You heard Percival clear his throat. “We were just off to lunch, so we’ll head out.” 

“Oh, of course.” Tina sheepishly tucked her hair behind her ear. “It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).”