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unrequitedloveletter · 10 months

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Hii

Could you do a Genya Safin x fem!reader fic inspired by the song La Lune by Billie Marten?? I just feel like Genya and that song go together.

Beach Days- G.S x fem! reader

Hi! I totally agree--La Lune feels so Genya coded and I loved writing this request, so thank you so much for sending it in!

Fic type- fluff

Warnings-none

If there was one place where Genya could count on finding you, she could count most diligently upon the palace libraries and their walled in windows. You saved up vacation time so that you could be in the library nearly every waking moment of your day during the summer, resting lazily on a couch or soaking up the sun while you sat by one of the AC units that was sending wind billowing through the library in the aim of keeping it cold.

The end of June was as it had always been. Having caught herself in one of her own days off, Genya proceeded into the library, making a pitstop to the kitchens to grab the pastries she knew you liked so that the two of you could sit by one of the ACs together, thriving in the cold while the sun casted over you in delicately beautiful beams of light.

Nikolai, it seemed, had different plans for you that day, though. He'd booked the carriages in, and there was a beach only a two hour ride out from the Little Palace. It was the only time since the war wherein all of your days off had lined up and Nikolai had found someone he trusted not to destroy the monarchy for the twelve hours during which he would be away, and since it was nearing the end of June and a very hot day otherwise, he decided a trip to the beaches would be most beneficial and most enjoyable for your lot.

"Y/N?" She called as she entered, knowing that you were probably the only person in the library unless Tolya had found time in his day to pay a visit to the section full of poetry and sonnets. "Are you here, love? I've got pastries."

She waited for your response, and it came with the sound of a hum that she noticed as she proceeded further into the library. You always hummed something while you were looking around, drumming up a bit of noise to push away the quiet while you got lost in your search for the next book you would read.

When she found you, it was easy to place the basket of pastries by the end of the shelf and sneak up on you while you weren't looking, pick you up and spin you around as you and Genya laughed.

Your laughter would forever be the music of Genyas heart, she thought. It was the only sound separate from the sound of music in a ballroom that she would never grow tired of, always finding something new to love about it and feeling her heart grow light whenever the sound met her ears.

"I didn't hear you?" You asked as the two of you proceeded back the way Genya had come. "Saints. I must've zoned out again. Always do that when I'm here." It was less frequent than it had been, though, and it had been a way to distract yourself from the monotony of browsing the shelves in the midst of your looking, often trying to find a specific name or author but having the library guide be of no help.

"Nikolai has asked for our presence at the carriages in thirty minutes," she said. "Everyone has taken today off. Nikolai is treating us to a trip to the beach, and I'm almost entirely sure that the only reason he's allowed us half an hour is because he needed to give the kitchens time to prepare an appropriate picnic. Have I yet told you that you look lovely today?"

You laughed, taking Genyas free hand in your own and squeezing her fingers lightly. "No, you have not, but thank you for saying it."

You were wearing a flowy pleated black skirt with a long sleeved white button up shirt tucked into it, the first few buttons undone in an effort to keep cool in even the warmest parts of the palaces. You had rolled the sleeves up to your elbows and thus far, it seemed that your effort to keep cool was working.

You and Genya headed back into your room, putting on swimsuits beneath your clothes, and met Nikolai at one of three prepared carriages with a minute to spare. They were discreet, brown and dark gray so as to avoid it being too obvious that anyone at the beach had royals in their midsts, and as the two of you climbed into the carriage alongside Nikolai and Zoya, Genya was given a small tailoring kit and asked to tailor Nikolai as you travelled.

She tailored him into a less sharpened version of Sturmhond--ruddy red hair, emerald green eyes, the Lantsov nose and the lips. He looked like a slightly different version of himself, but just different enough that it made him close to unrecognizable. Even people who knew him as Sturmhond would take a bit of time to guess that he was out and about because of what of Nikolais genetics Genya hadn't tailored away.

The ride to the beach was relaxed, full of conversation and laughter and by the time you got to the beach, you were ready to sprawl out across a blanket, wrap one of your arms around Genya and read in a shady spot away from the sun.

To your luck, you ended up doing just that. Tolya was quick to locate a shady spot under a tree, where you and Genya took a corner and cozied up instinctively, one of your arms wrapping around her shoulders as she pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"I love you," Genya murmured after a couple of hours of relative silence, gentle murmurs of sweet nothings and laughing as you watched your friends engage in splash fights while they swam in the beach water. "I love days like this, and I love you very much."

You grinned. "I love you too, Genya," you said. She pressed a kiss to your lips, and the two of you moved to lay down, and in that moment, you could've sworn everything was perfect.

For once in your life, everything was perfect. It was something that you cherished.

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writeyouin · 7 years

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I'm sorry, I don't really understand how submitting works, but I would really love something where the reader and Newt are really close and Queenie, recognizing a mutal attraction between the two, often teases & eventually gets them together. Thx!

Newt Scamander X Reader – A Little Pressure

A/N – I hope this is along the lines of what you mean, it was a toughie to write but one I was happy to finish.

Warnings – Single mention of dementia.

Rating – T

Queenie flitted absentmindedly around the enclosures within Newt’s case, reminiscing the short time Jacob had spent there. Newt, Tina, and yourself had offered to leave her alone for a while but she’d declined the offer, insisting that she took comfort in your presence; in truth, she disliked the silence of being alone, even when nobody was speaking she took solace in hearing people’s unguarded thoughts.

All three of your voices filled Queenie’s mind now, stronger thoughts taking precedence over the others.

“-have to find that escaped wizard, he’s a danger to himself.” Tina’s voice resounded worriedly as she thought once again about Yusuf Talim. Yusuf was an old wizard suffering from the later stages of dementia. He had recently escaped the American branch of St Mungo’s with a stolen wand and the Auror’s had been assigned the task of locating him. Tina had been concerned with his safety ever since, reviewing the case repeatedly in the hopes of finding something new. Queenie considered reassuring her sister but decided against it, knowing that nothing would help until Yusuf was safe and sound again.

“- I should ask now.” Newt’s much less confident voice broke through. “No… (s)he’d hate that… (s)he’d hate me.”

Queenie couldn’t help the warm smile that lit up her face. Although she didn’t know what Newt was thinking about yet, she’d grown used to his constant inner arguments and conversations; she guessed that so much time spent alone made him converse with himself more than other people did.

“Why? Why would you risk jeopardising your friendship?”

Queenie listened intently, eager to know the topic of his discussion.

“Because… (Y/N)’s always been there for me, (s)he doesn’t think I’m a freak like other people do… (S)he’s like sunshine… I want us to stay together… Forever.”

Queenie looked over to you. You were on the other side of the case, using spellotape to temporarily patch up the tattered wall of the Savannah enclosure until Newt had time to fix it. She focused on you, listening to the thoughts on your mind. As it were, you were just mentally humming along to George Olsen’s “Just a Little Thing Called Rhythm.”

Queenie shook her head dispiritedly, while she was sure you had consumed most of Newt’s thoughts, she wondered if he was ever in yours; up until now, you did seem to be a little dense when it came to romance.

She approached Newt, startling him when she spoke, “You should tell (Y/N) how you feel honey, I’m sure it’d be better than constantly worrying about it.”

“Wha- I-” Newt stumbled, before sighing and slumping despondently against the nearest rock, “(S)he doesn’t like me that way…”

“Have you asked?”

“I don’t need to. We’ve worked together for a year now… I’d know if-” He stopped, unable to finish the sentence.

“What if (Y/N) feels the same way hmm? Maybe (s)he’s too scared to say as well.”

Newt shook his head rapidly, resembling some of the creature’s he spent so much time with.

“We’ll never find out this way.” Queenie tutted impatiently. “(Y/N).” She shouted, gaining both your attention and Tina’s.

Newt shot up, panic stricken, “Q-Queenie what are you doing? Queenie!” He spoke in a hushed, agitated tone.

Queenie ignored him, “(Y/N), Newt wanted to know something. Would you consider-” She paused for effect, “-working with dragons?”

Newt released a strained breath.

You grinned excitedly, “Sure, I’d love to. Think we could, Newt?”

Newt squeaked something along the lines of a ministry ban, puzzling you further.

“Alright.” You huffed. “Why bother asking then?”

Queenie turned to Newt again, “Newton Scamander,” she bubbled, “if it takes me all my best efforts, I will get you to confess your feelings to (Y/N). Excuse me.”

She skipped away, leaving Newt to sweat nervously next to the Bowtruckle tree which Pickett was trying desperately to escape from, “You know Pickett… I’m afraid she really means that.”

Pickett nodded in agreement, making a big swing from a branch onto Newt’s arm as they watched Queenie walk away.

As time passed, Queenie grew bored of waiting for Newt to confess his feelings towards you. As such, she’d resorted using whatever methods necessary to get the two of you together. Sometimes, she wondered whether she was doing the right thing but she’d quickly remind herself that if she left the two of you alone, you would both waste too much time awaiting one-another.

After several weeks and numerous failed attempts, Queenie pondered her next course of action. So far, she’d tried a love potion, a truth potion, spells to trip him on top of you, and the excessive use of mistletoe; none of which went according to plan. That left only one more scheme, one that was so simple, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it before. Jealousy. However, there was limited time left to act as the ship bound for England was due to be in port in two days. With that in mind Queenie prepared a delectable meal for the three of you which could be described as nothing less than a miniature feast; Tina was staying late at work to finish some paperwork on Mr Talim who’d finally been captured and given a safer room within the St Mungo’s.

“So, (Y/N),” Queenie smiled genially at the dinner table where the three of you had slipped into casual conversation about anything and everything, “are you looking forward to England?”

“Yes.” You beamed, enrapturing Newt who suddenly seemed to forget his surroundings. “I can’t wait to see Newt’s book published, right Newt?”

“Hmm? Oh, r-right.” He blushed sheepishly.

“That’s nice.” Queenie remarked, moving on to the next phase of her plan. “What about romance (Y/N)? Anyone caught your eye?”

Clear images of Newt tending to his ‘children’ filled your mind’s eye, “No.” You lied breezily. “Can’t say anyone has.”

Newt relaxed, thankful that he didn’t have to picture you in the arms of somebody else.

“That’s fantastic.” Queenie pushed on.

“It is?” Your brow creased in confusion.

“Uh-huh. See, I have a pen-pal who used to work for the ACUSA and is now working for the Ministry of Magic and he’s simply dying to meet you, considering you’re not with anybody that is.”

“Oh um- Queenie, that’s really sweet of you but I’m uh, not really interested right now.”

“Are you sure? I mean, he’s exactly who I’d picture you with. He’s tall and handsome with a really great personality-”

Newt zoned out, unable to hear more about a man who was surely better for you than he could ever be. There was so much he wanted to end in that moment, the conversation, the uncomfortable expression in place of your usual smile, and the claustrophobic weight pressing down on him took priority on the growing list.

“Stop.” Newt mumbled, almost silently. When neither you or Queenie heard him, he shouted it, pushing up from the table with the loud scrape of his chair.

You shrunk away from his thunderous roar, a sound you’d never thought capable from the ever-gentle Newt.

“Newt,” You whispered cautiously, “are you feeling okay?”

“N-no (Y/N). I don’t- I can’t-” He couldn’t meet your eyes as he gripped the table for support.

“I don’t understand. What’re you trying to say? What do you want?”

“You.” He finished suddenly.

When you didn’t respond, Newt stalked out of the room with a strangled cry of, “I need to pack.”

“You feelin’ okay honey?” Queenie asked, struggling to make sense of your jumbled thoughts.

“Uh- No. Sorry Queenie, I need to talk to him, excuse me.” You left Queenie, heading to the room you and Newt had been sharing since Jacob left.

When you got there, Newt was nowhere to be found but his case was lying unclasped in the middle of the floor. You climbed in, heading straight for the animals where Newt always went when troubled. Sure enough, Newt was hunched on the floor, against the Occamy nest with his head in his hands, murmuring despondently to himself while various creatures surrounded him.

“I couldn’t have made it worse if I tried. Not only does (s)he know but you should have seen it… I never meant to scare (Y/N) like that.”

“You didn’t scare me.” You whispered quietly.

Newt lifted his head quickly, showing red stains where tears had fallen, “(Y/N)!”

“I was worried about you… I know you sometimes prefer being left alone but I’d like to talk if you’ll let me.”

Newt sat silently, awaiting your judgement.

“We’ve been travelling together for about a year now and you’ve never given any indication that you were interested in me so what’s going on?”

“(Y/N)… I was so afraid to tell you… so afraid that you’d treat me like everyone else did… so afraid that you’d leave. I always p-promised myself that one day I’d work up the c-c-courage to- But, when we were travelling it was all so s-secluded, there was no other wizard who could take you away from me. I don’t- No… I can’t see you with anybody else.”

“Then just say the words Newt. Say the words and I’ll be yours.” Your eyes bore into his, begging for something you were sure you wanted more than anything else at that moment.

“W-what words do you want to hear?”

“Whatever comes to your mind first.”

Newt was sure there were people who, if put in the same situation, could cite sonnets or powerful speeches that would move even the most stone-hearted of people but in that moment, he knew the only words that came to mind and he hoped they were what you longed to hear, “I- I love you.”

You bent down to his level, “I love you too.” You grinned weakly, grazing your lips lightly against his. Various crowing, howling, and squeaks erupted from the surrounding creatures until Newt was forced to quiet them by pulling away from you. The two of you sat in complete elation, content to simply be in one-another’s presence. Meanwhile, Queenie listened to the ecstatic thoughts coming from the confines of the case, proud of the night’s progress and the news she’d have for her sister when she came back.

#newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #Harry Potter #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fbawtft #fanfiction #fanfic #reader #reader insert #hogwarts #fantastic beasts imagine #fbawtft imagine #a little pressure #Anonymous

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