Fantastic Beasts Stories

Newt, Queenie, & Jacob: "Get over here, you maniac!"

I drew Pickett in 2019 because I felt like it.

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Newt gently put one foot in front of the other, slowly pulling the door to the basement closed. His wand was drawn, and he put his back to the second door, peeking his head round the edge as a man and a woman argued. Newt stepped out of cover, watching as Jacob and Queenie argued half-heartedly over his broken vase.

Jacob turned his head to look at Queenie and saw him, her gaze soon following. Newt took another step forward, an expression of shock and disbelief on his face. The No-Maj dropped the vase and opened his arms wide.

“Eyyyyyyyy, Newwwwwt, get over here, you maniac!”

The baker enveloped him in a hug, the brightest of smiles on his and Queenie’s faces as she flicked her wand at the vase to fix it. Jacob moved Newt back and forth a bit before the wizard wrapped his arms around his friend in return.

“We hope you don’t mind, Newt,” Queenie started a little breathlessly as she hung up her coat. “We let ourselves in. It’s rainin’ out there—cats an’ dogs. London’s cold!”

Jacob and Newt broke out of the hug, the Magizoologist’s shocked expression still on his face.

“But you were supposed to have been Obliviated,” he rushed to say, letting his wand point loosely at the floor as he hunched over a little, letting his fringe fall in front of his face-this was all a bit much for him to handle.

“I know!” the other man squeezed out, breathless with laughter. “It didn’t work, pal. I mean, you said it. The potion only erases bad memories. I didn’t have any.” Jacob gestured out with his hands in a shrug before starting to take off his coat, letting it fall to the floor. “I mean, don’ get me wrong—I had some weird ones, an’ I had some scary ones. But, uh, this angel—” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder and turned his head to look at Queenie, but she wasn’t there. He turned around and found her picking up his discarded coat to hang it on a nearby chair. “—this angel over here, she filled me in on all the bad parts, and here we are, I guess, huh?”

He laughed a little, and Queenie giggled, which prompted Newt to laugh along with them. He ducked his head as he grinned before speaking up.

“This is wonderful!” He gestured at the ground with his wand as the happy couple continued giggling, and Jacob laid his head on Queenie’s shoulder with a contented sigh. “Wait, is...” Newt walked past them toward the door, now utterly focused on something—or someone—else. “Tina? Tina?”

Newt walked onto the steps, peeking outside even though he knew she wasn’t there before stepping back inside, a hand resting on the door.

“Oh, it’s just us, honey,” Queenie said gently, turning her and Jacob to face him. “Me an’ Jacob.”

“Oh,” he whispered, trying to muster a smile even though he felt crushed when she said it out loud like that. It fell after hardly more than a second, and Newt started to gaze at the ground.

“Why don’ I make us some dinner, huh?” the witch suggested brightly, trying to lift the mood.

“Yes!” Jacob agreed loudly, and Newt looked up, coming back to reality from his thoughts.

They all headed into the small kitchen area, and Newt set the table with a flick of his wand as Queenie floated ingredients and pans around above their heads. It only took a few minutes of simmering on the stove with her expertise while the American couple chatted before the meal was done, and Newt obediently sat down at the table as Queenie scooched her chair closer to Jacob’s. The food set itself on the table as the blonde witch sat Jacob in his seat and tucked his napkin into his vest.