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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Newt/anyone - beautiful singing and many melted hearts
(Anonymous) 2016-12-03 02:45 am (UTC)(link)Re: Newt/anyone - beautiful singing and many melted hearts
(Anonymous) 2016-12-03 02:53 am (UTC)(link)This.
This.
THIS.
Re: Newt/anyone - beautiful singing and many melted hearts
(Anonymous) 2016-12-03 03:03 am (UTC)(link)Re: Newt/anyone - beautiful singing and many melted hearts
(Anonymous) 2016-12-03 03:06 am (UTC)(link)Re: Newt/anyone - beautiful singing and many melted hearts
(Anonymous) 2016-12-03 03:09 am (UTC)(link)Re: Newt/anyone - beautiful singing and many melted hearts
(Anonymous) 2016-12-03 03:43 am (UTC)(link)Re: Newt/anyone - beautiful singing and many melted hearts
(Anonymous) 2016-12-03 03:46 am (UTC)(link)FILL: With a Song In My Heart (Newt/Seraphina)
(Anonymous) 2018-02-19 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)Though I know that we meet ev'ry night
and we couldn't have changed since the last time,
to my joy and delight,
it's a new kind of love at first sight.
It amused Seraphina, to see hundreds of people— delegates, MACUSAs own, their dates— who normally wouldn’t bat an eye at the younger Scamander, taken aback as he took center stage. Newt’s voice was soft yet strong, and carried effortlessly, with no need of spells to amplify it so everyone could hear him sing. With his eyes closed and gently swaying, it was just him and the band, who played a gentle melody at his request. People had stopped dancing and drinking, interrupting conversations to turn their heads as Newt started to sing. The song was soulful, slow, with something seductive underlying it, or perhaps it was just the way he sang it, that made it sound like that— sultry, like a gentle caress. Even the way he held the microphone was suggestive, his fingers trailing the length of the stand with gentle touches that betrayed how strong his grip could truly be.
Murmurs rose, and Seraphina hid her smile behind sips of champagne as she caught wind of them— who knew Theseus Scamander’s younger brother could sing? The man had truly chosen the wrong profession, just listen to him! Why, I’ve met professional witches and wizards who could only dream of having a voice like his.
Though it's you and it's I all the time
ev'ry meeting's a marvelous pastime.
You're increasingly sweet,
so whenever we happen to meet
I greet you...
Newt’s voice rose and fell, washed over them along with the trills of string instruments that seemed to to play themselves (which they did, the musicians handling them were mostly for show). From time to time he opened his eyes, gaze seemingly searching for someone in the crowd. His lips would curve into a teasing smile, and, if possible, his singing would become more impassioned. If Seraphina’s eye wasn’t failing her, she’d even say some people had begun to blush.
Really, it was just too much. Women fanned themselves and men pulled at their collars and ties. A few even bit their lips. With eyes half-lidded and glazed over, the crowd was devouring, or wishing they could devour, Newt Scamander. Anyone else would have felt jealous, perhaps even threatened, at seeing the one they loved become the center of undisguised attention.
But not Seraphina.
With a song in my heart
I behold your adorable face.
Just a song at the start
but it's soon is a hymn to your grace.
“That’s a man in love, if I’ve ever seen one,” one of the senior Aurors commented, tipping a drink at the stage’s direction.
Newt locked eyes with her and winked. Someone in the crowd swooned. Seraphina grinned unabashedly. “Perhaps.”
No, there was no need for Seraphina to feel threatened at all. Newt could sing for everyone, have his eyes scan the crowds with undisguised want. In her heart, she knew who that gaze— and his song— was for.
When the music swells
I'm touching your hand
It tells that you're standing near, and..
At the sound of your voice
heaven opens its portals to me.
Can I help but rejoice
that a song such as ours came to be?
Perhaps Seraphina would send a gift to the poor singer who couldn’t make it. Sweets, flowers— a wholehearted thank-you basket for the dear. Heaven’s knew she deserved it.
But I always knew
I would live life through
with a song in my heart for you.
(If the next morning, Scamander arrived at MACUSA with a hoarse voice and sore throat— well, he had sung the night before.)
this ship exists only in my mind and drafts, but I will die for it anyway.
Re: FILL: With a Song In My Heart (Newt/Seraphina)
(Anonymous) 2018-02-20 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: With a Song In My Heart (Newt/Seraphina)
(Anonymous) 2018-02-20 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)https://archiveofourown.org/works/13740147?show_comments=true#comments