#post-sod

I wrote something. I am surprised as the rest of you...

After the election and all of the chaos that came with it, Queenie gets a little pep talk from none other than Newt Scamander.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/49095490

Excerpt from chapter 14 (….unposted and unedited, obviously, as I’ve only posted up through Ch7, which takes place in 1933) of my fic, With It’s Head Under One Wing

St. Mungo’s Hospital London, England May 16, 1935 - 8:40 AM

Dumbledore arrived to the private rooms on the Spell Damage floor with a Pyrex full of Aberforth’s stew, a hand-knitted Hufflepuff-yellow blanket, a stack of transfiguration books from his personal library, and an illustrated copy of Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea.

Theseus arrived with a hard grimace, a five o’clock shadow, oversteeped tea, and the energy of a man who’d spent the past twenty hours juggling worry for his family with worry for the entire wizarding world, with very little help in lifting that weight from his shoulders.

“No,” he said firmly, and he threw out a hand as Albus reached for the handle. “You and I need to talk before you go in there. Or, rather, you need to listen. Newt’s just woken up, and he and Tina need some time without anyone hovering over them. The healers have hardly left since he got here and he can barely stand hospitals as it is. You have absolutely no idea what you’ve—”

“I do,” Dumbledore cut in emphatically in a quiet voice. “I do know what I’ve done, Theseus. And I am so so incredibly regretful.”

Theseus could only hook a hand into his pocket and try his best to resist going for his wand holster.

“I know you know,” he said roughly, “and that’s why I’m so goddamn—”

“Go ahead,” Dumbledore offered calmly.

And that was too much for Theseus—Albus showing up as the calm amidst the pain and the storm he’d orchestrated himself, Newt a pawn in the middle of it all, again—so he closed the space between them until they were barely two feet apart, and snapped:

“Fine.”

He flicked his hand at the door to hide his voice from his brother.

Touch, pt. 1

After the wedding, a simple touch from Newt leads to just a little bit more.

Post-Secrets of Dumbledore cuteness.

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“What– Tina?”

“Hmm?” Tina hummed as she turned to look at Newt, the low light of the case making his ruddy hair shine in that special way that reminded her of sunsets on rooftops and Paris sunrises. He was watching her, not with the smile that she expected, but with a look of concern. The smile she had been wearing since their long-awaited reunion in front of Kowalksi’s Quality Baked Goods hours earlier slowly melted from her face.

“What happened, Tina?” His eyes had been drawn to her upper back, the bruise there that had been covered by the higher neckline of her dress and the waves of her hair must look far worse than she thought. She had just pulled her hair out of her eyes with a ribbon while working with the creatures. She hadn’t been thinking.

Ship: Newtina- Heavy angst, non-happy ending. Rated K.

Summery: Newt admits his feeling to Tina before he has to leave to return to England after Jacob and Queenies wedding. Tina's has to give him the painful truth, no matter how much she knows she feels the same.

A/N: So...I thought I might as well post this as I was looking through some of my notes/unfinished fics gathering the prompts for the prompt list I promised. This was likely written right after I saw SoD, but I forget about it funnily enough. Regaurdless, it was nearly finished so decided it would be best to do that and post it. It's angsty and lacks a positive ending, so beware of that but yea. Post SoD Newtina. Hope you all enjoy it!

Her breath gets stuck in her throat when he gets the words out. Tina supposed, with as well as his visit has gone, it should have been expected. But she wasn't ready when Newt takes her hand gently as he is preparing to leave for his ship back to England to say to him was needed to be said.

It doesn't matter that she feels the same way, that his beautiful declaration made her want nothing more than to kiss him till he was silent. Tina knows she can't, and won't be able to give whatever she has with Newt the time or attention it needed. Her feelings for him were painfully clear in her heart as she struggles to open her mouth, but it doesn't change that Queenie needs her now that she was home. And probably has needed her for far longer than that.

"I'm so sorry Newt. Please believe me that I am so sorry. But…right now I need to be with Queenie. She's been through so much and is still so hurt. That's what I need to be doing." She says.

He carefully drops her hand.

Newt lets his face fall for a moment. His lips open and close in a lack of words and his shoulders slump. His eyes, which had been trained on her before now retreat to look at the ground to shadow the emotion there. To his credit though, he gathers himself quickly, after being allowed a moment. And turns back to her, looking guilty and earnest. Tina wishes she could give him something, anything to change it. Newt has never been anything but understanding, and kind- hurting him was the last thing she wanted.

It took as much will as she could to muster to remind herself this was kinder to him, that honesty would be better than causing him by dragging him along while she inevitably chooses her sister.

"No, please allow me to apologize." He starts, rushing the words out. "You are absolutely right. I truly shouldn't have said anything, Queenie needs you more than anything. I'm so sorry myself, Tina, please forgive me I-"

"There's nothing to feel sorry for." She says.

He gives her a strong nod and tries his best to flash a smile with it, even if it doesn't reach far past his lips. It wasn't fooling either of them, it seems and he picks up and seems to give the outside of his case a once over before taking his scarf and wrapping it tightly around his neck. Tina's mind tries frantically to come up with something, anything to say. Even something small to send him with to not let him leave so hurt.

"Well, it looks like I must be going. With the snow, I imagine it'll take me a bit to get down to the doc." He says.

"Oh, yes!" She replies. Still unable to say anything at all. "Hopefully the trip is comfortable."

"I hope so." He says.

Newt then arrives at the door and gives her a last look before waving and leaving. As she looks out the window at him crossing the street to go to the harbor it comes to her at last, what she would have liked to say before he left. Tina hopes that he will still send her a letter when he gets to London. By the time it comes to her, the whiteness of the snow outside has swallowed his outline down the street, and she imagines he's already halfway to boarding his ship.

Several weeks later, he does write. Detailing calm seas and days working on small things in the case during his voyage. It doesn't feel quite as good as she wanted it to without the warmth his previous letters had, even if she knows he's doing it to make her feel comfortable. Instead, it only makes her miss him more than perhaps she ever had.