#fantastic beasts era

Newt Scamander x reader

@approved-by-dentists‘s challenge (that took place like 3 years ago). Prompt 6. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands!” “I played this game with my brother once and got slimed by a toad.” “It’s not a toad.” It’s been bolded in the fic.

Summary: What happens when two long-lost ex-friends embark on a journey around the world together?

Words:2.2k

Warnings: fluff, mentions of slight jealousy, slight mentions of a past bad friendship, mentions of wounds

A/N: guess whose back after agesssssss! Technically I’m not back back because I wrote this over a year ago and forgot about it. It is sh*t but why not just use it to make a comeback and post it? Anyways, I hope you enjoy this crap :)

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Being a Healer was all Y/N had dreamt of ever since she was a young girl. The aspiration stuck with her through Hogwarts and soon enough, she was working at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Despite all her accomplishments and living her dream, she was not satisfied. She wanted more. She craved adventure; something, anything more than the tedious life she led. She wanted to travel the world, meet different creatures, experience all types of cultures, taste different kinds of foods, and witness every beauty the world had to offer.

That is why when she’d heard the rumour of her long-lost friend, Newt Scamander’s plan to travel the world to find, study, and write a book on the various magical creatures, she had seized the opportunity and sent him a letter right away. A few days later when they met up at Diagon Alley to reconnect after several years and catch up, she brought up the idea of Newt allowing her to accompany him on his plan. Newt had agreed without the slightest of hesitation; her brilliant healing skills and a considerable amount of love for creatures would be a great asset to his conquest.

And so, the two set off.

Y/N travelled around the world; she saw its wonders, ate delicious treats, and fell in love with Newt. It did not come to her as a surprise, she had harboured feelings for him in their teenage years. An outcast and an insider who felt like an outcast, wasn’t it inevitable? Well, that’s what Y/N had thought until a certain snake came along. She saw the sparkle in Newt’s eyes, the love in his smile and the blush on his cheeks: all for the one Leta Lestrange. Newt and Y/N’s friendship dwindled as Newt and Leta’s friendship strengthened. Newt had changed, participating in dangerous activities, flaking out on plans, neglecting their friendship and her. Thus, she had decided to end their friendship. She did not voice her decision out loud, but it was apparent through her actions; the lack of effort to make any plans, no attempt to talk to him and went to absurd lengths to avoid his presence. And the sad thing was, she thought, he had never noticed.

Even now, she did not keep out any hope of her feelings being reciprocated for she had noticed the photograph Newt kept of Leta in his work shed. He was still, and probably would always be, in love with her much to Y/N’s dismay. But she persisted through every day, his friendship holding too much value in her life for her to let it slip out of her fingers again. And so, she continued to love him silently, admire him subtly as her heart broke quietly.

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A year and a half later their journey had taken them to the far east side of the world in India. Newt had heard talks of a rare creature existing in a desert on the northern side of the country. The heat was scorching, no amount of water quenching their thirst as they moved through the dunes. The only relief they received during their journey was when they’d retire back into Newt’s case and head towards the snowy region.

On that particular day, Y/N could be found in the work shed producing new remedies for the creatures in the case, as well as Newt who managed to obtain a new injury almost every day. The small table on her left was empty as it had been for the past six months, the imprint of a certain missing photograph barely visible.

Y/N walked into the shed one morning to find the space on the table empty, dust sitting everywhere on the table except for a small rectangular portion. She saw Newt’s eyes glance at her from the corner of her eyes as she looked at the vacant table. Without offering any comment, she went about her duties leaving Newt curious. Though, the hint of a curve of her lips Newt noticed had brought a smile to his face as he too went back to his work. Y/N continued her work even as Newt entered, dropping the bucket empty of food he was carrying onto the floor loudly.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, pouring the liquid from the mortar into a tiny vial.

She stored the vial carefully before turning around to see Newt half-naked. Her eyes widened and her cheeks reddened. She quickly turned away as she squeaked out, “Um Newt?”

Newt didn’t seem to realize she was present until then. He began to scramble for his shirt, spewing out apologies.

“I- uh. I’m decent,” he cleared his throat, his eyes cast down to the floor.

She turned around, wringing her hands behind her, staring down as she couldn’t seem to meet his eyes. “Are you all right?”

Newt winced remembering why he had been shirtless in the first place. “Yes. The Graphorn got a bit… excited today,” he told her.

She looked up immediately and stepped towards him, “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

Newt smiled softly at the worry dripping through her words and shook his head, his hair flying around. “No, it’s quite alright. I’ll apply some ointment and I’ll be good to go.”

She nodded. “Okay. If you need me,” she said walking towards the door clumsily, her mind constantly bringing up the image of a shirtless Newt, “I’ll be with Dougal.”

Newt let out a deep sigh once she was a safe distance away and shook his head before walking over to the storage cupboard to look for the medicine.

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Y/N was telling Dougal about what had just transpired when she heard a hesitant shout, “Y/N? Could you please- I need your help!”

Dougal shot her, what she supposed was an encouraging look before shoving her away. She glared at the Demiguise before heading towards Newt’s voice. She took a shaky breath before entering the shed, her eyes downcast. “You called?”

“Yes um-” Newt stuttered, his face set on fire, “well, I can’t seem to reach the cut on my back so if you could…”

“Yes. Of course.”

She walked towards the chair on which he was perched upon, his bareback facing her. With trembling hands, she took the paste out of Newt’s hands and dipped her fingers in. She lifted her eyes onto the scar-covered back and she raised her hand slowly to apply the ointment on the large gash running down his back. Newt held his breath and clenched his eyes shut, his body flooding with warmth as Y/N took care of the wound carefully and delicately, making sure not to cause him any more pain.

Once she was done, Y/N placed the ointment container on the table on her right. Her hands drifted to trace the scars on Newt’s back, intrigued. Newt’s back muscles tensed as her fingers met his back, skin touching skin, and she pulled away quickly, “I’m sorry. I just-”

Newt got up and faced her to reassure her as his hands reached for the shirt hanging at the back of the chair, “It-it’s okay, Y/N.”

But she did not hear him, apologies continuing to tumble out her mouth as she moved towards the shed’s entrance. The sound of a bucket clattering to the floor sounded through the case as she bumped into it in her flustered state. Her face burned with embarrassment as she left hastily.

The task of putting his shirt back on was forgotten, remaining unbuttoned as Newt stared after her longingly.

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“Close your eyes and hold out your hands!”

“I played this game with my brother once and got slimed by a toad,” said Y/N.

Newt rolled his eyes, “It’s not a toad.”

She stared at him skeptically, “That’s what you said last time.”

“It happened once!” Newt exclaimed, causing her to let out a laugh.

He sighed, his head tilting to the right, “Just please close your eyes. I promise you it is not a toad or anything slimy.”

She looked at him for a moment before closing her eyes in defeat and extending her hands out. She stood there for a moment before she felt something tiny and furry get placed on her hands.

“Okay. Open your eyes,” Newt instructed quietly, nervous about her reaction. She slowly peeked her eyes open, eyes enlarging at the sight of the creature in her hands.

“A niffler!” she exclaimed, quickly bringing the deep blue creature near her, stroking its head, “Hello baby. Aren’t you just the most adorable thing?”

Newt watched her interact with the niffler with a smile on his face.

“It’s yours,” he said softly after a bit.

He knew she’d always wanted a niffler, especially after she’d gotten to know the one he had. He had always said the niffler was his and hers as well, but she never listened, claiming she would never be able to build a bond such as the one he had with the niffler. She looked at him in disbelief, an overjoyed smile on her face which made Newt’s heartbeat faster and his palms sweat.

“Really?”

Newt nodded shyly, his red-brown hair covering his mesmerizing blue eyes flopping with the movement.

“Oh, thank you so much!” said Y/N before going back to cooing back over the new addition to the family, hiding her crimson cheeks with a curtain formed by her hair.

She played with the niffler; petting his head and rubbing his stomach, keeping its hands a distance away from the earrings that it eyed greedily.

“Are you a niffler? Because you stole my heart.”

Y/N’s head snapped up to see Newt visibly flush and cringe at the cheesy line he just blurted out. He could not believe he just said that out loud. His head looked down further than usual, his hair covering his eyes completely as he hunched his shoulders, trying to hide his entire face away. He had surely ruined their friendship now; it was obvious from her prolonged silence she didn’t feel the same way.

“It’s a heart I would’ve wanted to steal even if I wasn’t a niffler.”

She winced at her words. Newt blinked and lifted his head slightly to look at Y/N’s flustered face.

‘What is that even supposed to mean? That makes no bloody sense,’ she scolded herself mentally. No one would understand Y/N’s weird thoughts or talks but Newt understood, he always understood.

“Really?” he whispered, taking a step towards her.

She nodded timidly, seeking solace in holding the niffler in her hands close to her chest as she considered if it was possible for the ground underneath to open and swallow her whole to save her from the embarrassment.

Against all instructions that her brain was shouting at her, she raised her head to catch a glimpse of Newt’s expression. She inhaled sharply when she found him much closer than she’d anticipated. His captivating blue eyes were a few inches away from her eyes, shining with an emotion she had only seen when he interacted with all his creatures. Y/N resisted the urge to lean forward and press her lips against every freckle littering his cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin that she could see due to the proximity.

Y/N felt like she was floating as Newt asked bashfully, his face practically on fire from nerves.

“May- may I kiss you?”

He cupped the side of her face gently once she nodded, looking between her eyes. He leaned forward pausing as his nose brushed against hers. He searched her eyes once again for any sign of hesitation but leaned forward when he saw none. Their lips brushed against each other softly, their eyes shutting in pleasure from the minimal contact. Newt halted for a moment before gently pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was clumsy and awkward, both still shy and learning. But it was them and therefore it was perfect.

The couple separated from the kiss as they felt something furry graze their chins. They laughed as they stared down at the furry little creature still in her hands looking up at them, its head tilted to the side. Newt reached out to rub the top of its head affectionately, watching it nuzzle into his touch. He admired Y/N as she giggled fondly at the niffler’s behaviour. She peered up through her eyelashes, her giggles slowly quietening as she looked into the blue eyes of the man she had loved since she was a young girl.

“I love you,” Newt confessed with a confidence and directness he’d never had before.

He had never felt so sure in his life, never felt so comfortable in speaking openly about whatever popped into his head until he reconnected with Y/N. He’d always had a shy and awkward demeanour but right now, at this moment, in her presence, it seemed to vanish into thin air. She smiled sweetly at the confession, pure and simple, just like the man before her.

“I love you too.”

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