Newt Scamander Preferences

Learning To Cope || n.s.

Disclaimer: Please don't read this if you are triggered by mentions of rape and assault. Remember that you did not deserve it. Anything other than yes is not consent. I'm so sorry. You are not alone. I believe you.

"Your coffee is getting cold." he reminded them, though they paid no attention to his kind warning, their focus only on the scene beyond his shoulder.

Curious as to what they were looking at, the male averted his gaze from cup to the scenery, to which was he recalled fondly. "I had almost forgotten that chapter, where Credence held the reader after a long day."

The ghost of a small smile played upon their lips, as they finally pulled their attention away from the sweet scene and back to the male, whom was happily sipping away at his chosen beverage. "I always liked that chapter." they commented, picking up their cup, taking a sip before grimacing. "Urgh, it's cold. One moment."

The hot chocolate-

"You're drinking coffee," he reminded them, as he mindfully watched them type away. "Continuity is key."

The hot chocolate was once again warm.

They chuckled, continuing with their mistake. "I'm bored of coffee, I've changed my mind."

He did not argue with them further, he was just happy to see them writing again. It had been so long since they had composed even a mere paragraph. He would never admit it aloud but he had missed the barage of comments each chapter accumalated, even if the notifications did wake him from the quick naps he took inbetween updates.

"So The Truth is out..." he asked, after taking a long drink from his eyeball infused tea.

He spluttered, gagging on the sudden change of beverage.

They could not help but laugh to the point of tears at his reaction. "Was that really necessary?" he groaned, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

With a simple shrug and a sparkle in their eye, they settled back in their chair, cheeks flushed from laughing so much. "Sorry, I've always wanted to do that."

"Remind me never to let you watch Sherlock ever again."

"'But that's what people do.'" they grinned.

Clearing his throat, he continued with, "As I was saying, now that The Truth is out now, it seems you're starting to write again now."

Reluctantly they nodded in agreement, gone was the joy, now replaced with a tight-lipped expression and an apprehension he never thought he'd ever experience in retaliation to his words. "I suppose so..."

"But?" he questioned, genuinely concerned by their discomfort to update works that they had dedicated so many unpaid hours to.

He blinked but within that brief second, the coffee shop had melted away into a much more sultry scene between Bill Skarsgard and the reader, which thsnkfully took place behind a frosted screen, so that only their outlines could be depicted.

"But this is what I write." they indicated to the smuttish depiction of love, drenched in lust. "After everything that has happened...how can I write about something that, just makes me feel so undeniably uncomfortable? How do I turn my back on books that I once loved to write and now, I can't even muster up the courage to compose a single collection of characters for?"

It hadn't occured to the male that, despite their eagerness to return to writing, perhaps they wouldn't be prepared to write smut for some time. It would sadden the writer to see their books abandoned but what else could they write about as an alternative. "What about fluff?"

They merely scoffed wearily. "I don't think people want to read a smut book filled with fluff."

No, that kind of negativity wouldn't do at all. "So you're saying, that despite the outpour of love from your readers after you published The Truth, they won't want to read what you have to write? That they are only reading what your books because it's filled with smut?"

"I mean..." the started but unlike last time, it was his time to interrupt them.

"No, no, no!" he could hardly contain his disbelief. "Right, I'm not having that. Blink."

"What?"

"Blink, damn it."

And they did, though not without casting him a quick glare of annoyance. And when they reopened their eyes, they gasped at the sight of a massive banner that read:

'MY NANE IS (Y/N) AND I'M (INSERT CHOSEN SEXUALITY). GOODBYE, NARNIA, I'M OUT OF THE CLOSET NOW.'

"Blink."

Newt Scamander guided his transgender partner down the stairs leading to the Great Hall, as they debuted themselves as their correct gender.

"Blink."

They watched Tom Holand support the reader after they came out as Bisexual.

"Blink."

A succession of pictures containing supportive words and encouragements from Bill Skarsgard flashed passed their eyes.


"This," he said in a gentle voice. Just seeing what they had acheived in such a short time of writing made him feel immensely proud. "this is what you can write about from now on. Continue the good work you're doing. Mske up new stories. Start off small, see what it takes you. Or better yet," he wiped a few stray tears from his eyes. "ask them." he gestured to the reader whom was currently voting or commenting on this chapter. "Ask them what they want to see next. I promise you, they won't let you down."

So, dear reader, what shall I write next? I leave the decision in your hands.