It's Okay Not to Be Okay

Steaming porridge appeared in front of Hope, and she sighed with a small smile before picking up her spoon.

"What's wrong?" Newt asked with a crooked smile and a raised eyebrow as she skimmed the surface of her breakfast.

Hope shrugged and smiled. "Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how it will be a long time until I can have a Starbucks latte again."

Tilting his head to the side, he grinned slightly. "Is that something from the future?"

Grinning, she slid the spoon between her lips and pulled it out cleanly. "Don't worry. Nothing detrimental that will change the timeline."

It had been over a week since Hope's grand venture through the castle in an alternate universe. The mirror world side-effects were finally gone, and she felt more like herself again despite the constant urge to go hunting for the sick little weasel who kept screwing with her sanity.

Hope had been good to her word to Newt, though. She plotted with him and Albus and listened to their suggestions. She took them to heart rather than brushing them away simply because she disagreed. They were communicating on a whole new level.

Albus had become increasingly busy as news about something erupted at the Ministry, and he had been forced to deal with quite a bit of grief during his time off.

For most of this week, it had been herself and Newt. Obviously, much of their time was spent with the creatures, but the time that wasn't was used to research alternate dimensions. They hadn't much room for intimacy, and Hope grew with need each passing day.

The doors to the Great Hall swung open as Hope spooned more porridge into her mouth and glanced over.

Albus strode up to them with a broad smile and flushed complexion. It had been a while since he'd been present at the castle mid-day, let alone looking happy and relaxed.

Hope grinned and turned on the bench, leaning back against the table's edge as she crossed her ankles. "Why do you look like you just got some excellent-"

"I have some news," Albus interrupted quickly, casting a knowing look at her that held a playful edge, "go pack. We'll be leaving in a few hours."

Newt blinked as he set his spoon down. "What do you mean- where are we going?"

Hope, too, looked at him expectantly with a raised brow.

"Well," Albus chuckled as he sat on the bench next to Hope, he kept his voice lowered as he continued, "I just received an Owl from Queenie. She says they have three extra tickets for a play she'd like us to attend if we can. Seeing as I've been quite neglectful over the past week-"

Hope rolled her eyes. "Doing your job…"

Albus smirked at her but continued. "I would like some time away. A couple of weeks, I think, until I need to be back for the beginning of term responsibilities."

Excitement filled Hope like bubbling champagne. "In New York? For two weeks?"

"Or one," Albus nodded, "I had some thoughts to make a grand adventure of it. A week in New York and another week elsewhere if we choose."

Hope glanced at Newt and couldn't help but grin at his smile and bright eyes. A new anticipation filled the air, and it was contagious.

"We can think about that." Hope bounced a little in her seat, already thinking of what she needed to pack in her case.

"What play is it?" Newt asked at the same time.

Albus thought for a moment and nodded. "The Taming of the Shrew, I believe. A Shakespeare play."

Hope tried to recall what that play was about but couldn't quite pinpoint why the thought of it left such a bad taste in her mouth.

Oh, well, she thought as she jumped to her feet. "I'll go pack!" She started for the door, but Albus' arm swung around and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to his lap with a chuckle.

"You can finish eating, Hope." Smiling, he kissed her ear. "Though, I love the enthusiasm."

Hope sighed and leaned back against him. "I kind of need a break too." It had been a while since he held her like this, and it was even more shocking that he did so, knowing anyone could walk in at any moment.

"Hm, I imagine." Albus moved her back to her seat and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I think it will be a nice getaway for everyone." He smiled, glancing at Newt, who smiled back. 

Purring her lips, she looked at Albus and then glanced around the Great Hall to ensure no one was in sight. She looked at him again and studied his clean, smart suit, making him look so distinguished and, quite frankly, mouthwatering.

"I do have a question."

Albus grinned, leaning his elbow on the table, and propped his jaw with his hand. "I imagined you would."

Giving him a look, she smiled. "Where will we stay while we're there? I know the last time was at their apartment, but I'll be honest, for their sake, we might not want to. Because I'll be jumping both of your bones whether we have an audience or not."

Newt's cheeks reddened as Albus' head went back in laughter.

Nodding, Albus patted her hand. "I've taken care of all of that. We will have plenty of privacy."

Sighing happily, Hope forced herself to eat until she was full. Followed by a glass of blood. Her drinks hadn't been tampered with since killing Sylvia, which she hadn't really been expecting. Some of what happened was still a mystery of who did what.

Was it Sylvia?

Or was it the man in the cloak?

Maybe she'd never know.

It was an hour later, and Hope had rifled through her clothing choices. Holding up two dresses (one black and one green), she asked Albus and Newt.

"For the play?"

"Green," Newt said.

"Black," Albus said at the same time.

Hope gave them a look and smiled. "That was very helpful, thank you so much."

"You're welcome." Albus grinned and put a small golden ball in his case.

Inching toward it, she peered into his bag, and her eyes widened. "You really do have plans…"

Within his suitcase held items, some of which Hope recognized and others she didn't. The golden ball almost looked like a Golden Snitch from Quidditch but had an elastic band attached. Other items included the vibrating plug they'd used during their dinner out together and some unlabeled bottles holding questionable liquids and creams.

"What do you intend to do with all of this?" Hope asked with a sly smirk, raising a brow at him.

Albus' gaze grazed up and down her body before finally settling on her eyes. "Experiment."

An involuntary shiver raced up Hope's back, and her nipples were suddenly too sensitive against her shirt.

Unable to stop herself, she grinned. "How are you this fucking kinky. PornHub isn't even a thing yet." She said as she closed the lid to her case with a thwack and latched the case.

With curiosity, Newt glanced into Albus' bag, and his eyebrows touched his hairline. "Who is that meant to fit?" He asked, pointing to a long, thick, sleek metal rod the shape of a cucumber.

"Both," Albus answered with a sly smirk, glancing over at Newt as he gulped, "you do realize, Newt," he leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "I've been starved of the both of you all week. I'm taking my time these next two weeks and doing as I please. Understood?"

When Newt didn't answer, Albus took him by the chin with a firm grip and stared into his eyes with a burning passion. "Understood?" 

Newt visibly swallowed and nodded, and Hope knew precisely how he felt. She felt it, too, dripping between her legs. Honestly, she hated being told what to do, but with him?

He was an exception.

Hope put her hair up in a sloppy ponytail when they were packed and ready. She walked into the bathroom but hesitated as her eyes didn't meet the mirror.

Stop being silly. Hope scolded herself as she tried to force herself to look toward the bathroom mirror to fix the bumps in her hair. 

She couldn't do it.

The idea that she might see him in the mirror wouldn't let her. Biting her lip, she glanced around the room to see if Albus or Newt had noticed, sighing in relief when they hadn't.

Hope would get over this; it would just take some time, and they didn't have to know… frowning she stopped her thought process.

This…this was what Newt was talking about.

Taking everything all on her own and not asking for help. Not relying on anyone or trusting anyone with her feelings or fears.

Closing her eyes, she sighed softly.

It's okay to be afraid.

It's okay to ask for help.

"I'm afraid to look in the mirror." Hope finally said with flushed cheeks as embarrassment coiled her stomach like a snake.

They looked over at her, and instinctively, Hope imagined they'd scoff at her and tell her she shouldn't be afraid. She was a powerful tribrid and had no right to be frightened of something as trivial as a mirror.

She imagined anyone would have this response, but…they didn't.

Instead, they moved closer, and Newt asked softly.

"Would you like to look together?"

The response she expected was one of her own imagination- of her own insecurities. The relief that flooded her was enough to make her eyes water a little.

Hope could be afraid, but she didn't have to be scared alone.

They met her at the bathroom in a few short strides when she nodded. Standing in front of the mirror together, Hope finally forced herself to look at their reflection.

She stared for what one might think a long time, but it was what she needed. There they were, her boys, next to her. Ready to help her fight off whatever might be staring back from the other side.

Hope smiled, and so did they.

Albus kissed the top of her head as he watched the mirror with searching eyes. "It's not easy to admit fear. I'm proud of you, darling."

Biting her lip, she sighed happily and kissed them each on the lips. 

"Let's go."

They took a portkey this time, making travel much quicker and less daunting than hours on a train. 

Before Hope could think through all the possibilities of what they could do with the other week they had, they were already in New York. The process of traveling was a simple flash through her memory as they walked along the streets of Manhattan.

The Great Depression was still in full swing, but Albus hadn't been lying when he'd said he'd taken care of their stay. Stopping in front of a swanky skyscraper known as the Roosevelt Hotel.

"Oh, shit…" Hope muttered, earning a disgusted glance from a few passing citizens. Grinning, Hope offered them her middle finger as they passed, but Albut took hold of her hand and brought it to their sides, squeezing it with a soft chuckle.

"Does this meet your expectations, Ms. Mikaelson? Mr. Scamander?"

With a laugh, she looked up at him and smirked. "Exceeds."

Carrying their bags, they walked through the front doors and were met with a grandeur not quite the same as Hogwarts. Hogwarts had a sense of mystery about it interlaced with its beauty. The Roosevelt was simply elegant in every way.

Golden accents with crystal chandeliers and thick, expensive rugs that would cost more than someone's apartment. Hope could imagine herself lying in lace on the lush furniture, eating from a bowl of chocolates.

Okay, that was a bit much, but nice all the same. Right?

"Honestly," Albus murmured, "it didn't cost much Muggle money."

Hope glanced around and noticed very few people here and those who had to be filthy rich despite the crash. The same for the staff. Where there might have been a staff member on every corner wading on someone, it seemed only a few trickled here and there.

"Hm," Hope murmured, "the market crash. The hotel can't afford to pay employees, and people can't afford to stay in the rooms. Reduce the price to try to stay above water, is my guess. Though, I didn't do too much research into the Great Depression."

Newt's eyebrows shot up. "They really call it the Great Depression?"

Hope bit her lip, glancing over at him. "Hm, yes, but you didn't hear that from me." She cringed. She had to be more careful of how she relayed future information. Honestly, she didn't know if she was supposed to say anything.

Who knew what could happen.

Albus checked them in, and soon, they followed a staff member to the lift that took them to the top of the building. They would be on the top floor in the most extensive suite they offered.

"You're spoiling us…" Hope murmured as they exited and started down the hall toward their door.

Albus chuckled and glanced at them both. "As I should." He winked and followed the man, really a young boy, through the door. She didn't see the tip Albus slipped the kid, but she assumed it was quite a bit from how his eyes lit up, and he rushed down the hallway with a "Thank you, sir!"

Smiling softly, she kissed his scruffy cheek. 

"Just so you know. A generous man is a major turn-on for me." 

"Is that right?" Albus chuckled and closed the door, locking it behind him, and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Hm, it's a shame not more is being done to help."

Hope glanced at Newt, who was starting to unpack, then looked at Albus again. "Is that why you've been at the Ministry all week?"

Pursing his lips into a thin line, he gave a slow nod. "The attempts are better in London than in America, but they could be doing more, and it's sad to see they aren't. Children shouldn't have to work to provide food for their families."

"Agreed," Hope murmured, "I read about it in history books and watched documentaries, but seeing it in real-time." She frowned. "It really is depressing." Hope looked around the gorgeous suite and sighed. "Well, at least we're adding to the economy."

Albus smiled softly and kissed her shoulder. "Get unpacked and comfortable." He turned her around and gave her a smack on her ass to move her forward.

With a laugh, she shook her head and started forward. "When is the play?"

"Tomorrow night."

Hope turned to look at him. "Oh? So we have the whole suite to ourselves tonight?" She

teasingly fanned herself. "Be prepared. I think it's going to be a hot one."

Grinning, he eyed her and then Newt, who was still distractedly unpacking his things neatly. "It will be."

She had to admit despite not doing much traveling, Hope was tired. The trip to the portkey and the walk through New York was enough to make her feet ache a little. So, to battle her body aches, she took a steaming shower and washed her body. 

Giving extra attention to between her legs and along her crack.

Naturally, she didn't want anyone eating off of a dirty plate.

When Hope was sure she'd scrubbed her body raw, she massaged a sweet rose-scented lotion into her skin and pulled on a plush white robe. It felt nice to be somewhere that reminded her of her own time period. Hogwarts was beautiful, and while this place wasn't exactly modern to her, it felt more familiar than other places.

"I think I-" Hope paused on the threshold of the living space, squeezing parts of her hair with a towel, watching Albus and Newt on the couch.

The lights were dimmed, the fireplace lit, and they rested against each other, talking.

Just talking.

Yet it was one of the most endearing things Hope could have laid eyes on.

The scene was beautiful, as was the suite- set up more like an apartment than a hotel room, with a gorgeous city view. From this distance, it was hard to tell that times were hard for so many.

Wrinkling her nose, she thought, perhaps that's what the definition of luxury really was.

It wasn't exactly a thought she wanted to linger on, so she sat on the edge of the couch and nestled into the corner as the sun set below the horizon.

"What about you, Hope?" Newt asked with a small smile.

"Hm?" Hope murmured. Had she missed a question?

Hope smiled as she contemplated her answer, aware of them watching her. "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Smiling, she rested her feet in Albus' lap, skimming her heel across his thigh. "I think the message that love comes in many forms speaks more to me now than before." She murmured, looking at them. 

Albus skimmed his fingers lightly across her ankles. "I'm not sure if you'll believe this, but we said the same." He smiled with a light chuckle as if amused by the impossibility of it.

Grinning, she crawled onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck while the remainder of her body rested on Newt's thighs. "I believe it." She murmured, resting her head against his chest.

They were quiet for a long moment, listening to the fire and each other's breath. Hope was positive that, at one point, she started to fall asleep, but the sensation of Albus' lips brushing against her jaw woke her immediately.

"Would you like to try something?" Albus murmured, his thumb stroking her bottom lip as she gazed at him.

Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced at Newt, who seemed equally curious.

"What's that?"

Smiling, his hand disappeared beneath her robe and caressed her side before moving between her legs. Hope's eyes rolled back as she sighed softly, spreading her thighs wider for him, basking in the attention his fingers gave her. Stroking up her center and circling her clit.

"It would require being careful, but I suspect you might immensely enjoy it. Seeing as you have enjoyed everything else thus far…"

Hope giggled. "Go on then. What will I enjoy?"

"Both of us."

Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, she glanced at Newt and then at Albus again. "I have been with both of you. At the same time, even."

Albus nodded, biting his lip as he held back a smile. "In one way, yes."

Thinking for a moment, it took a moment, but then Hope's eyes widened. "You want your dick in my asshole?"

Laughter erupted from all three of them.

Hope ran her fingers through her damp hair and rubbed her forehead. "Okay, I didn't mean for it to come out like that, but I have to say that's a bit of a jump and a bit intimidating."

Chuckling, Albus nodded. "Hm, yes, but I do think you'd enjoy it. Though, of course, it's ultimately up to you. I wouldn't do anything you're not comfortable trying."

With a quick glance at Newt, who was still smiling from their laughter, she nodded slowly. "I don't mind trying, but I've not done that before, so…take it slow?"

"Of course," Albus murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple, "and if you tell us to stop at any point, we will."

Hope nodded as a new course of butterflies tickled her stomach. Albus had her in his arms in one quick swoop, making her release a flurry of laughter.

"Hang on," Newt said and quickly took her, slinging her over his shoulder as he started for the bedroom. Albus laughed as Hope's jaw dropped.

"What am I? A sack of potatoes?"

Hope didn't have to see Newt's face to know he was grinning.

The bedroom was as gorgeous as the rest of the suite, but she didn't get to admire it as Newt's lips met hers. Her eyes closed as her brain turned to jelly the moment his tongue slipped past her lips.

Another mouth coasted along her throat, coaxing a moan from deep within her chest.

"It's been a long week," Albus murmured, kissing along her clavicle as his fingers pulled the robe aside.

The air touched her skin as both their hands removed her robe and tossed it to the floor. Newt's lips glided down the other side of her neck, opposite where Albus worked his tongue behind her ear. 

Hope gasped softly as Albus' hand pressed against her chest, pushing lightly but hard enough to make her lay back on the bed.

"You're going to fit both of us, aren't you, darling?" Albus murmured softly against her ear.

"Yes…" Hope breathed out, clutching the comforter beneath her just as Newt took her nipple into his mouth. Her eyes rolled back as his tongue circled and sucked the tip. "Fu-" She started, but Albus' mouth caught hers. His fingers tilted her chin to face him as his tongue battled hers in a breathless show of dominance. All while his fingers inched down her stomach, swirling between her already-soaked folds.

"Newt." Albus' voice came, and Hope opened her eyes to watch him offer his fingers to Newt, who immediately took them in his mouth and moaned.

Chuckling, he gazed down at her. "I think he likes the way you taste."

Instinctively, Hope spread her legs wider. The pounding of pressure she could feel already building was enough to make her close to her first orgasm of the night.

Without being told, Newt slipped two fingers deep inside her before stroking her G-spot in that slow rhythm she loved so much.

"Good girl," Albus murmured as her hips ground against Newt's hand at the same tempo. His middle finger stroked circles around her sensitive bud that quivered helplessly. "Look how well she takes it, Newt."

Hope's eyes rolled back, her jaw dropping to her chest. She started to pant harder the more the pressure built. "Don't stop!" She gasped suddenly, feeling herself nearing the edge.

"We won't…" Newt murmured.

In the next instant, Hope saw stars. She cried out as her hips squirmed and lifted, but she didn't get far as Albus used his other arm to press her back down to the mattress. Forcing her to ride out her orgasm on their hands.

Sweat cooled her skin as her body slowly calmed, and only when she could breathe again did she feel herself being turned over. Her toes touched the ground while her hips bent over the bed's edge. 

Hands, she didn't care whose they were, massaged the back of her thighs before slowly spreading her open.

"This is just warming up, Hope," Albus murmured gently, "and if you need us to stop, we will."

Hope nodded, resting her cheek on her forearms as she relaxed. Letting them work muscles free of knots. A finger skimmed her hole, making her bite her lip hard. It seemed she'd tensed up too much because the massaging hands returned to loosen her body.

When she was relaxed again, the same finger lightly teased a circle around her hole, but she could feel they were lubed with something. Her thoughts returned to Albus' case and his packed little jars.

Her eyes rolled back as what she assumed was Albus' finger began to work to loosen her. Pushing in only slightly to massage the area. It was a long process, but she was grateful he took his time with it. 

Hope wanted this. She wanted to feel as closely connected to them as possible, even if the idea seemed daunting.

"Are you ready, Hope?" Albus asked gently against her ear.

With a hard swallow, Hope nodded. When she did, she was slowly lifted so Albus could fit underneath her. Newt was still behind her, the tip of his cock now pressed against her relaxed hole.

"Look at me…" Albus murmured, running his thumbs along her cheeks as he gazed at her. "He's going to move first, then I will. We'll take it slow."

Hope nodded and took a deep breath, relaxing her hips as Newt slowly started to push himself into her. Her jaw dropped, and Newt stopped moving momentarily as if to ensure it was still okay.

"Keep going. I'm okay…" She gasped, pinching her eyes closed as she took every bit of him. She could feel the lube dripping down the back of her thighs as he entered her. She was grateful for the large amount they used, in all honesty. It was a tight fit, but it wasn't the most uncomfortable thing she'd ever experienced. Perhaps shifting into a wolf had dulled many of her pain receptors.

Newt panted softly. "I'm in."

Now, Albus' lined his cock with her entrance and slowly started to push in. Just the tip at first as he massaged her sides. "Just keep breathing, Hope." He murmured, making her realize she was holding her breath.

Breathing in a soft gasp, her eyes rolled back the further he pushed into her. This was a new definition of full- one she could hardly put into words. More than satisfying, every little movement stroked against some sort of nerve ending she had and made her twitch.

"We're going to move together." Albus panted softly.

Hope finally looked down at him, taking in his flushed face twisted with need. This must be a very tight fit for him, too. Looking over her shoulder, she looked at Newt, who seemed nearly ready to explode.

"We aren't going to last long like this, are we?" Hope giggled.

Grinning, Newt stroked her hips lightly before gripping them. "Ready?"

With a nod, she looked down at Albus, who nodded.

Together, Newt and Albus began rocking their hips. Thrusting in and out of Hope at a leisurely pace. With every inward thrust, it was as if she could feel them meeting inside of her.

While it was only a couple of minutes or so of this dance, it felt like a beautiful eternity. Hope let herself be moved carefully to her knees while they still stayed burrowed deep inside of her. Albus moved to his knees before her and Newt to his behind her.

Hope became sandwiched between them, her back against Newt's chest while her chest pressed against Albus'. Both of their cocks moved in and out of her, thrusting faster with growing need.

Gasping, Hope leaned her head back against Newt's shoulder while her hands formed claws on Albus' shoulders. Albus rested his hands on Newt's shoulders as they rocked back and forth, practically sawing her in half.

In this fleeting instance, the three of them were together as one. They feel their bodies react to one another simultaneously, sharing the same intimate space.

Hope never wanted the moment to end.

The pressure that had been building before was at an all-time high now as they rocked against each other.

"Oh!" Hope gasped as Albus kissed along the side of her throat, dragging his scruff across her sensitive skin. Then, when she thought she couldn't take any more pressure, she wasn't sure whose hand reached between them. All she knew was her clit was suddenly having a very intimate massage. "OH! FUCK!" Hope cried out as her hot channel squeezed around Albus' shaft, causing him to curse and press his forehead against her chest.

Her throbbing release forced his, and from the way Newt squeezed her shoulders, he couldn't be too far behind. 

Newt suddenly pounded into her hard and fast, making her jaw drop as he practically bent her over while still on her knees. Making Albus throw his head back and cry out as she wouldn't release his cock from the pulsing that continued to wrack her body mercilessly.

In a quick spray, Newt came inside of her, making her drip down the back of her thighs. 

It took a moment for them to get untangled, and when they were, Hope laid back on the bed, panting heavily. Listening to their equally distressed breathing, she closed her eyes. She focused on her pounding heart rate until it started to slow to an average pace again.

"I don't think I'll be able to move the rest of the trip." Hope finally managed to take a deep breath that turned into a yawn.

Albus and Newt laughed before snaking their arms around each other. Even without a blanket, Hope was plenty warm from how they all cradled each other. Sleep took her before she could bid them goodnight, moving her into a dream. 

A wonderfully wet dream.