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ROUND 1
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FILL: Newt/Queenie/Jacob, cross-dressing [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-12-08 01:44 am (UTC)(link)------
Queenie is making her last rounds with tea and coffee when she feels hears someone's thoughts screaming guilt loud enough that she nearly drops the tray. Guilt is followed quickly by a garbled mess of deep and intense self-hate but there's also such longing.
She deposits the tray on a spare desk and braces herself. Whatever it is that’s causing these feelings, it's coming from her home; and Tina’s out on assignment, and Jacob’s at his bakery, so it has to be Newt.
She absently spells the tray to return to its place in the breakroom for the Permits division and runs to grab her coat and hat from the cloakroom. She barely remembers to greet the clerk at the punchout counter before she’s walking briskly away from MACUSA’s headquarters. As soon as she's in a darkened doorway just outside of the wards which keep people from apparating directly into the Woolworth Building, she disappears.
The apartment she and Tina share is exactly as she expects it to be - undisturbed by an intruder or even by one of Newt’s creatures. Queenie steps out of her shoes and is very careful it to make a sound as she walks through the apartment. She’s not sure why Newt feels so badly, but his intruding thoughts are barely more clear now than they were at the office. It's at least now fairly obvious that they're directed at her - if unintentionally. Newt is touching something of hers, which is causing him to think of her and how angry she's going to be when she finds out but the clothes are so beautiful and if only he could look…
Queenie tips her wand at her bedroom door and it slides open silently. She creeps forward and peers in. She has to choke back a gasp.
Newt is standing barefoot in front of her mirror - the full length one with the gilded silver frame that is the most expensive thing her parents ever owned - and he's wearing her favorite evening gown. The silver lamé fabric rustles gently when he shifts. He's been here for a little while - her walking suit and one of her day dresses are laying out on the bed.
Due to their height difference her gown should be too short for Newt, but he’s so thin and lacking in any sort of curves whatsoever that the hem still hits just a tad above his shins. The self-fabric belt, embellished with beads and tiny sequins, lies just so over his hips. He's even wearing one of her peach pink silk slips under it - she can see it through the silver lace at his chest.
Queenie watches, licking her lips which have gone dry in spite of herself, as he lifts a hand to the lace, tracing up the edge of the plunged neckline to his shoulder and then moves to his nape. His hand rests nervously there. His other flutters carefully over the fabric at his hip, bunching the skirt and then letting it go. Again comes guilt, and now Queenie understands.
“Newt?”
Newt spins around like someone has threatened his suitcase, tense and wild. His eyes are wide and fear is written into every line of his body.
“Qu-Queenie,” Newt stammers. He backs away from the mirror, towards Queenie’s vanity on the other side of the room. His hands clutch the lamé skirt. “I am- I am so sorry.” so stupid! “I didn't mean to-” shouldn't see! “that is I just wanted to-” Be beautiful.
“Honey, you are beautiful,” Queenie says with a smile. She steps in and pulls the door shut behind her. “You shoulda told me you were gonna get dolled up tonight, I'd have come home early. Give me a second to get dressed - oh, we can sorta match! It’ll be like we planned it. Do you have shoes?”
“W-what?”
“Shoes, silly girl,” Queenie laughs, reaching into her closet for her second favorite evening gown, “you can't go wearing that out with your work boots. Do you need help with your makeup?”
“Go out?” Newt’s voice is faint and he looks hopelessly confused.
“Well sure! You’re already dressed. Come out tonight. I bet you Jacob wouldn’t mind at all.”
Queenie feels his rush of both trepidation and something that she thinks might be joy but which is quickly quashed as she pulls out her dark green satin. After a moment’s pause she taps the fabric with her wand so that the beading turns to silver to match the gown Newt is wearing. His beading changes to match her green. Queenie glances at him as she does this.
Newt still looks absolutely gobsmacked, his fingers white-knuckled where they cling to her vanity, as though waiting for…
“Honey, I would never!”
His eyes flick up in surprise and then fall away. Queenie leaves the gown floating, with the hem rearranging itself to be a cascade from her knees to her shins instead of the previous flat circle hem, and goes to Newt. Queenie keeps her hands to herself as she approaches, but when they're standing only a few inches apart and Newt hasn't run off or fainted she reaches for him. She twines their fingers together, feeling how his tremble.
“You will never be hurt here. Never. May my hands fall off if I ever think such a thing. That's not how it should be.”
“But I- I mean it's not natural and I know that but sometimes I can't help myself and I just have to-”
He falls silent when Queenie brings their tangled fingers to her lips and kisses his knuckles one by one. When she looks up he's looking at her for the first time since she walked into the bedroom.
“Not natural nothin’. Honey, it’s clothes and you're wearing them that's all. The only thing that matters is that you feel good in ‘em.”
The dress finishes altering itself. Queenie doesn't want to move too far from Newt so she brings it over with a crook of her want wrist and only untangles their hands when she has to put her arm in the armhole. As soon as the dress is on she gives a little twirl and grins at Newt.
“How do I look?”
Amazing. The word flits across her mind as Newt’s gaze flickers up and down from her face to her feet. She's almost as barefoot as he is in just her stockings and that makes him smile a little.
“Don't you need shoes, too?” he asks.
Queenie laughs and motions for Newt to sit. He does, bringing his ankles together and letting his feet rest at a delicate angle. It's a sitting position that any lady would assume and it makes Queenie smile. Silver shoes set themselves at Newt’s feet. Queenie plucks hers out of the air.
“Here, fix those for your feet. Just make sure I can reverse it, ‘kay, honey? I have clean stockings around here somewhere...”
She leaves Newt to charm her shoes to fit and dives into her drawer of under things, looking for her two pairs of silk stockings - the ones she only uses on special occasions. The garter belts are much more utilitarian; they've served her well for almost 10 years.
Queenie brandishes one hand of stockings at Newt. “You wear these when you dress, honey?”
Newt eyes the way they shimmer skeptically, “Not usually that nice. Is that silk?”
“Yep. Best I got for a night out.”
“Oh I can't, Queenie, I'll ruin them.”
“Nonsense. You can’t go out without stockings, and I’m not giving you the cheap ones on date night.”
Newt swallows thickly, but he finally reaches out to take the stockings. He plays with them for several seconds before his hand skitters out to grab for his wand. He casts a quick spell and the garter belt slips up and under the dress to attach itself low around his waist. A few more careful motions of his wand and the stockings ease onto his legs, clipping them to the garter belt, seams perfectly straight. Queenie watches the whole thing from under her lashes as she does the same. Newt studiously avoids looking at her. She can hear that he’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop and she wants to do nothing more than hug him tightly. She hold off only because that’s not what he needs.
“Go on, honey, sit at the vanity,” she says softly, making the final adjustments to her stockings.
Newt’s eyes flick up and land somewhere around her chin, then move up to meet her gaze. His mouth twists just a little - she thinks he might say something but whatever he sees in her face makes him stop. He goes to her vanity and sits.
Their eyes find each other in the glass.
Queenie flicks her wand. The sconces - there is one on either side of the half-mirror - light. Newt blinks and looks down quickly. Queenie’s mother-of-pearl and silver vanity set, which belonged to her grandmother, gleams in the candlelight and will sparkle little showers of gold when a jar is opened. (It was the first charm she’d cast on her own after graduation.) She watches Newt reach to touch the comb and then the hair brush and then quickly pull his hands into his lap.
She wonders how many times he was caught at his mother’s table.
Queenie comes up behind Newt and trails her fingers over the shoulder straps, not quite touching him. “This color suits you honey.”
“Th- thanks,” Newt whispers. His lips quirk into that sort of helpless smile he gives when he's feeling lost.
She smiles and strokes her fingers through his wild curls. “Now. How do you like your hair?”
“Um…” he blinks at himself in the mirror. “Just a… um…like yours but, you know-” he motions to the side of his head, close to his ears, “less?”
Queenie continues stroking his hair. It grow longer under her fingertips. The pomade jar lifts and opens with that familiar sparkle shower. Newt quirks a grin. Queenie spreads the pomade through Newts hair and then makes little circles with her fingers. Newt’s hair follow the motions into tight curls. She lets it sit and reaches for her eyelash curler.
“Turn to me and look up.”
Newt turns his face and stares into her eyes. Queenie takes extraordinary care when she curls his lashes. Her box of false lashes opens and a pair floats up. Newt lets his lids fall partially shut and she affixes the lashes. She uses mascara to blend the real lashes to the fakes.
Her eyeshadow pots open and dance by Newt’s eyes, allowing them a good look. Newt points to a deep green. A silver brush sweeps it across his eyelids, cleans itself, then smudges a dark gray at the corners of his eyes.
Queenie owns 5 lipsticks, which Tina would hound her about if she knew. The lipsticks uncap themselves and the colored wax curls up out of the tube. She picks a plum color for Newt and watches her blush brush tap at his cheeks, dusting them with pale pink. Newt applies the lipstick with the ease of practice, missing not a corner of his lips. He sticks his finger into his mouth, leaving a ring of color that he wipes away with a tissue.
Her powder puff taps against his face to help ensure the makeup stays on.
“I'll do my makeup and we'll finish your hair,” Queenie says.
Newt obligingly moves to her bed and watches her from under his lashes. He already had unfairly long eyelashes but now they're smudges of black against his skin. Queenie takes the same care with her make up as she did with Newt - choosing silver and black eyeshadow and a bright red lipstick she just got her hands - and sets a jeweled hair piece onto her gold curls.
When she's ready she turns back to Newt and is gratified to see a blush in his ears. She leans a knee on the bed just to the side of Newt’s lap and brushes her fingers gently through his curls. Once they are set but fluffed to her satisfaction she pulls the bob towards the back of his head and pins a glittering hair pin into his hair, keeping his curls from falling out of place.
“There.” She touches his chin and tips his head up. He moves willingly, though his eyes don't meet hers just yet. They're somewhere on her lips, which she curls up slowly. “Perfect.” Queenie moves off the bed and takes both Newt’s hands in hers. “Now. How do I introduce you, honey?”
“Huh?” Newt is halfway to standing but her question stops him. He blinks. Queenie bites back a giggle and pulls him the rest of the way up. “Oh. Right, yes. It’s Nell.” He shrugs. “It was close enough to remember easily.”
“Nell,” Queenie nods. She reaches for her jewelry box and selects a silver lariat necklace to wear. She grins as she settles it around her neck. “We're gonna have such fun honey. Jacob will love you.”
“Are you sure? I mean I don't want to impose tonight, I know it's been a while since you've seen each other and I'd hate to be a lump between you.”
Queenie squeezes his hands. “Neshomeleh, hush. You think I say what I don't mean?”
“Fair point,” Newt says after a beat, smiling sheepishly. “Um, but, don't I need- you know- for the-” he motions at his neck.
A long, thin scarf of silver lamé flies out of the closet. “I keep the accessories in their own box,” she says. The scarf ties a loose knot around Newt’s neck and fluffs up just so until his long neck is covered. “I’d offer pearls, except I don't have any.”
A clock chimes. “Jacob's here. C’mon, honey.”
Re: FILL: Newt/Queenie/Jacob, cross-dressing [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-12-08 03:06 am (UTC)(link)As for lines and little touches I loved, there's a lot of them, but:
Newt still looks absolutely gobsmacked, his fingers white-knuckled where they cling to her vanity, as though waiting for…
“Honey, I would never!”
Ohhh noooo, wy do I have a feeling Newt has run into someone else who isn't as kind as Queenie? ;_;
Quennie’s mother-of-pearl and silver vanity set, which belonged to her grandmother, gleams in the candlelight and will sparkle little showers of gold when a jar is opened. (It was the first charm she’d cast on her own after graduation.)
THIS IS PERFECT. THAT IS ALL.
“Neshomeleh, hush. You think I say what I don't mean?”
I love pet names and I love people being nice to Newt, YES GOOD.
Anyway, I apologize for the ramble, but I just wanted to say thank you again, authoranon! Seeing this fill made my day (and, tbh, my holiday!) and I'm just really, really grateful that I got to read such a lovely fic! :D
Re: FILL: Newt/Queenie/Jacob, cross-dressing [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-12-08 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)(OMG magic color-changing dresses exist here just because I was thinking about how cool it would be and I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant ;________;)
Thank you for your kind words about my characterization of Newt and Queenie. I love how unashamedly femme and sweet Queenie is and how darling Newt is in the movie, but I worried that I'd over-exaggerate those characteristics.
Re: FILL: Newt/Queenie/Jacob, cross-dressing [1/?]
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-08 03:39 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Newt/Queenie/Jacob, cross-dressing [1/?]
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