Would anyone be into writing or (co-writing with me) a Newt Scamder x Black!Reader series, or do I have to do it? It’d be cool to see with the time frame and Newt’s personality.
- Contains eventual warnings/possibly sensitive content (the specific warnings will always be listed at top of the story and/or the exact chapter they occur in)
Overview: After having your bracelet stolen by a rather strange creature, you meet an equally strange man (and he steals your interest just as easily as his pet has).
The day had been a rather cold one, enough so that one could begin to see their own warm breaths as they hit the air. This, of course, should be expected for the middle of autumn. In no time at all, the temperatures would drop down into the single digits and a blanket of white will decorate England just in time for the holidays.
While you weren’t a huge fan of cold weather, you did enjoy some of the simple pleasures the season brought. Sitting outside the local café enjoying a nice warm beverage was one. There was just something pleasantly calm about holding a warm mug in your hands while looking adorable in your favorite scarf and matching sweater, especially after all the walking you’ve done for the day.
That morning, your mother and sister had dragged you out to run a few errands which doesn’t sound too terrible until considering the fact that a ‘few errands’ to your family was more like visiting every shop in the city by noon. Your poor soul was forced to follow them around, bored out of your mind until your gracious mother allowed you to head to the café early while they finished up the last of their shopping adventure.
Soaking up your 'break’, you gave a content sigh before gently blowing on your beverage. After taking a small sip, you opened your eyes to a…rather strangesurprise.
A small rodent-like creature sat on its hind legs on the table, seeming to perk up once seeing it had your attention. All you could do was stare at the animal in a mix of confusion and amazement, never seeing something quite like it before. You weren’t sure what it was nor where it came from, but it was certainly adorable with it’s fluffy black fur and small size, being tiny enough for you to fit it in the palm of your hand if you dared to try, but of course, that wouldn’t be wise seeing that you had yet to identify the little fellow.
You instead glanced around, wondering if anyone else was seeing it, too, however, it turned out you were the only one brave enough to be sitting in the outside sitting area during the given time of year.
As if it would give you some sort of answer as to what it was or what it was doing, you spoke softly to the creature who titled its head in curiosity at your words,“ why hello there, little one. Where did you come from?”
The mystery creature retained eye contact with you as it inched forward slowly, leaning out ever so slightly once reaching the end of the table. You held your hands out just below it, fearing that it may loose its balance and fall. For a moment, you even thought that, perhaps, the cute little critter was reaching for you. How silly of you.
The creature suddenly took hold of your shiny bracelet, having to give a good couple of tugs to pull it free of your wrist. Making quick work of its thievery, it had already stuffed its new treasure into its pouch and leap off the table before you even had time to realize you were being robbed.
“Hey! Come back here!” Instantly forgetting about your beverage, you jumped out of your seat, giving chase.
The tiny thief was fast, having no trouble scurrying down the crowed street, but you were determined not to loose your bracelet. You were so determined, in fact, that you payed more attention to the ball of black fur than your surroundings. Perhaps this is why you only saw the creature dived past a pair of legs and into a tipped over crate apart of a store display. What you failed to notice was the man the legs belonged to who, unlike everyone else on the street, actually noticed the creature’s escape, bending down to peer inside the crate it disappeared in. By the time you had noticed him, it was far too late.
You both gasped when you ran into the poor gentleman, knocking him to the ground. Just like that, you forgot all about your bracelet and the thief who had the audacity to peek outside of the crate to see what the commotion was about before going back to carefully inspecting its treasure once more.
“I’m so sorry, sir! I-I…oh dear, are you hurt? I really am sorry, I should’ve been watching where I was going, but there was this little creature and it-” With your whole face turning red with embarrassment, you offered the man a hand, however, he hurried to stand on his own without your help, plucking his suitcase off the ground while he was at it.
“-Y-You’re quite alright, really,” his cheeks were also painted with red, his voice shaky due to his own embarrassment. He looked everywhere but at you, his eyes eventually falling to the crate the creature had disappearing in.
Just as quickly as he had stood up before, he dropped to his knees, peering inside the crate first then reaching inside to drag the animal out. It put up a fight, clawing at the wood and grabbing at the edges in attempts to remaining in place, however, it was no match for the strength of a human. With the little rascal finally in hand, the man stood once again.
He glanced at you before quickly diverting his gaze elsewhere once accidentally meeting your eyes. Without a word, he balanced his case against his hip and took your hand, carefully leading you around the corner to the ally where you both could be hidden from public.
Recognizing the danger in allowing a complete strange to take you somewhere private, you were quick to rip your hand away from his loose grip, taking a couple of steps back to create some distance between you two, although, the man didn’t seem to notice. He merely turned to you and spoke tiredly as if he went through the same situation everyday,“ I’m terribly sorry for all this trouble. What did it take from you?”
You blinked, needing a moment to remember the whole reason you ran into him,“ oh, um, y-yes. It took a bracelet of mine. That’s why I was chasing it and ran into you…”
The creature peered up at him, innocently lowering its head once meeting his glare which was more annoyed than angry,“ now I told you it isn’t polite to take people’s belongings. Give it back.”
The creature shook its head stubbornly. The man sighed before, much to your shock, suddenly flipping the small creature upside down, giving it a good shake that would make anyone dizzy.
“Sir, don’t-!” You reached a hand out to stop him, fearing that he may hurt the poor thing, however, you fell quiet in a snap and stepped back when seeing why he was doing so. Out from the creature’s pouch fell several different pieces of gold, jewelry, and other random, shiny treasures in which formed a pile on the ground.
“Are one of those yours?” He questioned a bit too casually when no more gold fell from the animal. Clearly he wasn’t as fazed by its collection as yourself.
Hesitantly, you kneeled down, plucking your bracelet from the pile then quickly standing as if it might electrocute you. Once your belonging had been returned, the man set his suitcase down, opening it up and placing the creature inside despite the small squeaks it made in protest. He mumbled the word 'bugger’ before snapping the case shut.
“…What was that thing?” You finally dared to ask, trying to see over his shoulder while maintaining your distance.
“A niffler.”
“A niffler?…I’ve never heard of a niffler before. They must not be native here-” you whispered the last part with uncertainty yet the man was still quick to hear and correct you.
“-No, they are. They just aren’t typically seen by muggles, that’s all.”
“What are muggles then?”
“Well,” he stood, scratching the back of his head,“ youare.”
“Iam?”
“Yes, you are what we consider a muggle; non-magical.”
“Non-magical?” You breathed in a hint of a chuckle. Ah, he was pulling your leg, wasn’t he?
The man merely nodded awkwardly, quietly reaching inside his coat pocket not that you noticed the secretive movement. You were too busy noticing his discomfort which made you decide to ask another question in attempts to being a little more formal,“ well, um, what’s your name if I may ask, sir?”
“Newt Scamander, and you are?”
“(Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n),” you held a hand out politely. He stared at it in near wonder, giving a moment of hesitation before finally removing his own hand from his coat pocket to shake yours,“ it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Scamander.”
His cheeks flashed and he once again directed his eyes downwards awkwardly,“ a-as it is you, Ms. (L/n).”
“You aren’t going to keep that niffler in your case, are you? It won’t be able to breath properly,” you suddenly asked, glancing at the case in worry.
“There are, um…holes in the case so that she can breath properly,” Newt lied, a bit taken back by your concern.
“Oh, well I suppose that’s good enough then,” You knew you should really leave the poor man alone, however, at the same time, you couldn’t help but want to stay and ask more questions which was very unusually compared to your normal personality. There was simply something about Mr. Scamander that had completely captured your interest. You weren’t quite sure if it was his strange pet or just…him.
“Where does one even get a niffler?”
Luckily for you, Newt couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at the question, surprised that a muggle found such interest in his creatures especially considering the fact that even his own kind didn’t,“ I found her orphaned only a couple of weeks ago actually. I’ve been nursing her back to health and, well, as you were likely able to tell, she’s been doing quite good now, just a rather troublesome handful at times.”
“While I don’t necessarily enjoying having my belongings stolen, I must say she was very adorable. Why, I was so captivated by her that it took me a second to realize her intentions even as she made her escape,” You smiled brightly,“ I might have to go to the library and try to find a book on nifflers now so that I can learn more about them.”
Newt suddenly frowned, fiddling with his case’s handle,“ well, a-actually, Ms. (L/n), you won’t-”
As he began his sentence, you stole a quick glance at your watch, your eyes becoming wide with worry at the sight,“-oh no, I hadn’t realized the time-! I was suppose to meet my mum and sister at two back at the café. It’s a quarter past now. I-I am so sorry, but I must be going. It really was a pleasure to meet you and your niffler, Mr. Scamander.”
He stumbled over his words, rushing to reach back into his coat pocket with one hand while trying to reach the other out to gain your attention, however, you failed to notice. Being in so much of a rush yourself, you were quick to disappear among the crowd of muggles on the street before he could get a real word out to stop you.
Newt bit his lip, looking down at the wand in his hands as he stood alone in that ally.
Headcanons for being the youngest Scamander sibling
Newt/Theseus Scamander x sibling!reader
warnings: fb3 spoilers! mainly takes place during the movie! also death/fighting
a/n: god i have been so excited to write this dhsbsghs. and i love u anon ur so sweet.
prompt: anonymous: “OMG I JUST WATCHED FB3 and it was such a fun ride!! may i request a headcanon for being the youngest scamander who’s still in hogwarts? thank you very much! your works are always lovely ♡”
yes, you were quite younger than your brothers
but that didn’t change the fact that they loved you and you loved them
it was a shame you couldn’t get in on the action with them, whether that be magizoology or ministry happenings (or adventures they found themselves in)
dumbledore swore to keep his eye on you
made sure you didn’t get kicked out like *someone* in your family
“you’re so close to graduating, y/n. please take it seriously”-dumbledore
“fifty-fifty chance i do”-you
you don’t typically see theseus and newt at the same time, but whoever is closest for the holidays will pick you up
leta adored you, you’d talk to her every chance you got
“how’s school going, y/n? get yourself into any trouble lately?”-leta
“why does everyone keep asking me that?” -you
“why do you think?”-theseus
he always squeezes the crap out of you when he sends you back to school
and sends you off with a gift or two
“be good”-theseus
“you really don’t trust me, huh?”-you
“force of habit. i’m gonna miss you”-theseus
“right, right. i’ll miss you, too”-you
newt had told you all about how he got into all sorts of trouble at hogwarts
gave you a ton of pointers over the years. where to hide mostly
and he told you to speak your mind, even if it gets you into trouble
but he warned against taking the fall for others, he learned that the hard way
“i’d like to see you graduate here, do some good.”-newt
“wanna hear what i did last week?”-you
“oh, dear…go ahead”-newt
you always had fun telling newt your stories
the few times you get to see him
you missed your brothers often
when leta died, you were shaken to your core
the funeral was a drag
you practically clung to newt and theseus as you parted once more, you worried deeply for their lives
they felt you’d be safest at hogwarts and encouraged you to enjoy it while you could
“i really wish i could be out there with them” -you
“i know you do, but think about your education for a moment” -dumbledore
“mm, okay, still want to help”-you
“why can’t you be a cheeky hermit like newt was your age?”-dumbledore
“because i’m not newt”-you“or theseus, before you go there”
“you’re funny like them, though” -dumbledore
you really did remind him of newt and theseus, but your dynamic also reminded him of him, aberforth, and ariana
when newt’s friend, jacob, showed up to hogwarts, you were so excited
“hello! you must be jacob!”-you
“hey, yeah, that’s me. you, uh, you a psychic or something?”-jacob
“i’m something, y/n scamander”-you
“oh! oh, you’re the little sibling! look at you in your funny little uniform. wow, another scamander. you uptight or an animal lover?”-jacob
“just me, thank you”-you
giving jacob the tour
“do you fly around this place on those broomsticks, too?”-jacob
“i did once or twice” -you, laughing “got kicked off the quidditch team, though. i had my fair streak of trouble”
“quidditch? what’s that?”-jacob
“it’s the sport that they’re playing”-you
“like…like baseball?” -jacob
“sure, like baseball”-you
when your brothers got back to hogwarts, you were ecstatic (and desperate to get in on it all)
“y/n, don’t you have studies?”-theseus
“shhh, just let me have this”-you
“hi there, y/n, missed you”-newt
“where’s the case?”-you
“oh, i dont have it at the moment” -newt
“what? where is it?”-you
“bunty has it”-newt
“and where is she?”-you
you were highly intrigued by the issue at hand
well, not so much intrigued as you were desperate to know what was going on
any detail left out would make you lose sleep
“where are you staying tonight?”-you
“they’ll be staying at the hog’s head inn” -dumbledore
“may i come, too? just for tonight?”-you
“ah, i don’t know if that’s appropriate—” -dumbledore
“we’ll sign off on it”-newt
*theseus side eyes*
you brought some of your homework along and did it at the bar, just wanting to be near
newt helped you out with it for a bit
“hey, i remember this. you need a hand? or another head?”-newt
“sure, that’d be great”-you
you told him how you’d gone through the boggart lesson recently
“oh! oh…oh, how was that?”-newt
“not too bad, we all had a few laughs”-you
“yours wasn’t too scary?”-newt
“no, not any worse than a desk” -you, making fun of him
newt had noticed writing on the mirror across from him and left you a moment
and lally wanted to get to know the youngest scamander
“why hello there, dear. we haven’t had a moment to ourselves yet. what are you up to?”-lally
“just some homework brought from hogwarts. they excused me from curfew tonight as long as i proved i’d still be productive”-you
“a unique situation you’re in, aren’t you?” -lally
“you could say that” -you, laughing “i’m always being expected to act up thanks to newt, but they always want me to go above and beyond like theseus. i love my brothers, i’d just like to be me”
“oh, i see. well, i see you as you. tell me about you”-lally
you and lally had a long conversation while newt and dumbledore did the same
“you know, y/n carries a copy of fantastic beasts wherever they go. i think they miss you” -dumbledore
“they do? how do you know?”-newt
“i see them read it all the time. they even catch some unsuspecting students to ramble to about it from time to time”-dumbledore
“are you saying they’re starting to…to turn out like me?”-newt
“i’m saying they miss you. don’t take that for granted, newt. not after what i just told you”-dumbledore, glancing at the painting of ariana
when they came back downstairs, you were playing with the newest addition to the magical briefcase
where teddy the niffler was getting jealous and stealing coins from your pocket
you made the most of this time with your brothers and their friends, knowing that danger loomed over them
and there was nothing that you could do
but you could dance and talk and laugh and mingle until the sun came up
you followed them to the room of requirement and gave them hugs goodbye
“what is this place?”-jacob
“the room we require”-newt
“y/n, why didn’t you show me this?”-jacob
*magic users chuckling*
“be safe. please”-you
“you’re worried about us? that’s adorable” -theseus, hugging you as hard as he could
“oh, sorry. i hope you get cursed” -you, sarcastically
“i’ll see you soon, don’t worry. just focus on your classes”-newt
“why can’t i come with you? i want to help!” -you
“because dumbledore doesn’t need any children fighting his battles”-theseus
^(a/n: *spongebob narrator voice* “sixty years later”)
anyways
you were on edge all day, watching the election for supreme mugwump with your classmates
your brothers appeared before the wizarding world and you hid behind your hands as your classmates turned to you
“are you alright, y/n?” -professor mcgonnagal
“that depends on what happens in the next few minutes”-you
fortunately, your brothers came home
and you were invited to jacob and queenie’s wedding in new york!
“really?!”-you
“yes, really, kid! you’re gonna love new york, i’ll even give you a tour! least i can do for you showing me your school”-jacob
you went to new york and absolutely loved it, it was your new favorite place
and these wedding guests, your new favorite people
It’d been some time since Newt had stepped foot in Hogwarts but ever since you started there, he’s had a newfound interest in it. He’s pester you, his grandchild, for all sorts of details. He’d recount his own days there, hoping for similarities, connections, laugh about Dumbledore’s treatment of you and the stories he’s shared. “Tell me, y/n, do you have any friends at school?” Newt asked you.
“Not really, just one that matters.” You shrugged, trying to hide your smile.
“Ah, I completely understand. I was the same way, but there’s this saying, ‘quality over quantity,’ that’s what really matters.” Newt assured with a smile, letting memories of his childhood enshroud his mind.
“Actually, Granddad, this friend, she’s my girlfriend.” You snapped him out of his thoughts and he raised his eyebrows, intrigued by the detail. “Her name’s Ginny. Ginny Weasley.”
“Weasley…” He repeated curiously. “I’ve heard that name before, yes. There’s a Weasley or two at the ministry, your Great Uncle Theseus mentioned them. Good people, I’ve heard.”
“The best.” You beamed at him, but when you looked away your smile got lighter, didn’t quite fade away. You’d been thinking about her and your Granddad noticed right away, a different generation, but that same look. He was delighted you’d found your Leta.
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Requested: yes! Lovely anon asked for a part 2 to That’s My Shirt with some s m u t but not too explicit with lots of fluff. I REALLY hope this is okay!
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader
Summary: The Part 2 to That’s My Shirt. You know Newt has a thing for you in his clothes so you decide to pull out the big guns. Enter Theseus who rudely interrupts you two, making a very cranky impatient Newt and unbeknownst to you Theseus sends Newt some inspiration in the form of a book. What happens when you find said book? Lots of flustered and shy Newt in the lead up
A/N: this is my first time writing s m u t so I’m scared and will probably hide away for a bit after this. I hope I haven’t tarnished Newt’s sweet image for anyone BUT CAN I JUST SAY- I reckon. Newt would ABSOLUTELY be a complete Hufflepuff in the bedroom: HARD-working , dedicated and patient. he would absolutely make you fall apart and then put you back together with so many tender cuddles and kisses you would just *chef kiss* Seriously though I’m S.C.A.R.E.D
Words: a whopping 5,522 (I’m tellin ya Newt doesn’t rush. But also the first like 3000 are fluff)
It had been a couple of weeks since you’d discovered Newt’s fixation with you in his clothing. You’d learnt of this particular turn on of his when you’d worn one of his shirts to work and had come home to find a rather handsy riled up boyfriend.
There had been a couple more heated make out sessions since then and a few lingering touches here and there but for the most part, everything remained the same despite your many attempts to engage Newt in some privatetime.
To be completely fair though you had both been incredibly busy for the past few weeks. You were working extra hours in the shop to cover for an absent co-worker and Newt had been running himself ragged, tending to some rather high maintenance baby Niffler’s.
Today finally marked a weekend that the two of you had nothing marked into your schedules, of course Newt still needed to tend to his creatures but at least you could help him. You woke to find that Newt had already risen before you and he was presumably in his case so you rolled out of bed, smiling to yourself when you spotted his favourite jumper discarded on his dresser.
Newt walked into the kitchen where he could hear you tinkering around not long after, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head when he saw you. You were wearing one of his sweaters and nothing else. He swallowed thickly and stood frozen on the spot as he took in the way the soft knit just barely skimmed to your mid-thigh and you had rolled the sleeves up a dozen times so you could fix breakfast.
You had let the jumper fall to one side, exposing one of your shoulders completely. “Merlin, help me,” he whispered to himself. You looked like absolute sin and he felt a hot flush spreading as his own shirt felt suddenly too tight around his neck.
It was the way that you shimmied your hips along to the music you had playing that was the final straw for Newt. And he found himself crossing the kitchen in a few strides, gripping your hips from behind and pressing a series of kisses to your shoulder.
You yelped in surprise, dropping your wand onto the counter as your hands flew up “Newt! You can’t sneak up on me like that!” you gasped but you leant back into him with a small hum of approval at the new found attention he was lavishing on you.
Newt kissed his way up from your shoulder, along your neck and to your jaw “couldn’t help it,” he murmured into your ear before he spun you around in his arms, gripping your waist this time as he pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss.
You sighed against his lips softly as your hands found their way to his hair and you gave an experimental tug oh his auburn locks, shivering at the deep groan he emitted in response.
“Newt!”, you gasped when he suddenly lifted you by the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up onto the kitchen counter and moving to stand between your legs before attacking your exposed neck and shoulder with open mouthed kisses, “you’re. wearing. my. jumper”, he grit out lowly between kisses before he grazed his teeth against one particularly sensitive spot on your neck.
You couldn’t hold back your moan when you felt Newt nipping at your skin, tipping your head back against the kitchen cabinet behind you to give him better access to your neck. “Goodness, Newt”, you whimpered, knowing he was definitely leaving marks behind in his wake.
Newt paused in his actions, looking up at you quickly when he heard your remark, his thumb rubbing in small circles on your waist “is this okay my angel?” he breathed, looking at you with big eyes.
You took in the concern in his eyes, feeling nothing but love for the man in front of you seeing him go from needy and commanding to gentle and caring in a matter of seconds. It only fuelled your desire to know that he cared for your wellbeing and comfort so much. “Yes”, you managed to whisper before you tugged him forward by his suspenders, your lips crashing to his messily.
Newt groaned into the kiss when you pried his lips open with your own and delved your tongue into his mouth. Before you knew it he had worked a hand underneath the fabric of the jumper and was caressing the soft skin of your back as his other hand fell to your knee. You whimpered quietly and arched into his touches, jerking back from the kiss when you heard the doorbell ring.
“No no no just ignore it,” he breathed out, pressing his lips back to the marks on your neck that he’d just made and you melted back into his arms before the doorbell rang again. You pushed him back firmly with your hands on his chest, ignoring the whine of frustration he let out and twisting out of his arms “I need pants”, you giggled, racing from the room.
Newt tried to catch you but you were too fast so he huffed to himself, stomping to the front door ready to give the intruder a piece of his mind for rudely interrupting. He flung the door open, running his mouth before he even stopped to think.
“Theseus, what do you want?”
Theseus raised his eyebrows as he looked back at his younger brother, taking a few moments to stare back at him dumbly because - did Newt really just use a rude tone with him? “Uh…yeah good to see you too, little brother”, Theseus murmured slowly.
Newt scratched at the back of his neck and looked back at Theseus’ awkwardly when he realised how blunt he’d just been “sorry…I was just…a little preoccupied” he murmured, scrounging for his words as he stepped aside “do come in.”
Theseus frowned at Newt’s cagey behaviour, taking in his dishevelled appearance, noticing his crinkled shirt and his hair that was tousled more than usual. He had at least a dozen questions but they all died on his lips when he spotted you wandering into the room, waving happily at him.
Suddenly everything clicked into place as his eyes honed in on the obvious love bites decorating your neck. Your hair was tousled too and was that Newt’s jumper you were wearing?
“Ohhhhhhhhh I seeeeee,” Theseus crooned, looking back at his brother with a wide grin and wiggling his eyebrows obnoxiously.
Newt immediately went rigid, standing a little taller because he knew that tone was never a good one. “What? What do you see?” he sighed, his patience once again wearing thin.
“I’m interrupting your INTIMATE time”, Theseus whispered with a shit eating grin when Newt flushed darkly and began to shake his head violently “no I- we haven’t…you have the wrong idea!” he sputtered and Theseus raised an eyebrow in response “what? You haven’t?” he said with a scandalised expression.
Newt huffed in embarrassment, only growing more flustered “Theseus, shut up or I swear I will hex y-“, he immediately shut his mouth when you sauntered over to them obliviously, hugging Theseus warmly in greeting before you curled your arm around Newt’s waist. “Theseus! I’m so happy to see you. I was just starting to prepare breakfast, won’t you join us?”
And Theseus looked back at you with a bright smile, nodding quickly as he shrugged his coat off “Yes, I think I will.” he said before he tossed the coat at Newt, chuckling quietly at the scowl he sent back at him. “I hope I’m not intruding on you two lovebirds”, he added with a wink in Newt’s direction.
* * * * * *
Newt legged it to the bedroom when he heard your loud shriek a few hours later, looking at you frantically and letting out a deep breath when he saw you standing in front of the mirror.
“NEWT you didn’t tell me I had all these hickeys on display all through breakfast!” you cried, tracing your fingertips over the marks.
Newt let out a sigh, smiling crookedly as he wound his arms around you from behind again, hooking his chin over your shoulder and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve seen Theseus littered with them plenty of times before?” he offered in a lame attempt to quell your embarrassment.
“Gee thanks that’s makes it all better, Newt”, you scoffed as you rolled your eyes but you couldn’t stay angry long when he was looking back at you with his puppy dog eyes. “You’re going to be the death of me Newton Scamander,” you sighed with a fond smile, turning around in his arms and tucking your face into his neck.
And then it was Newt’s turn to be humiliated the next day when Theseus’ owl dropped a parcel for him and he opened it to find a rather well known erotic novel. Newt gasped and quickly tucked it away, double checking he was alone before he peeked into the cover seeing his brother had inscribed it to him.
Newt,
This book basically taught me everything I know. Use it wisely.
And you’re welcome.
-T.S
Newt stared at the inscription for a few minutes, peeking over his shoulder before he curiously flicked through the book, his cheeks turning beet red and his eyes widening. “Merlin, no” he breathed, quickly stashing the book away thanking the stars that you were at work.
* * * * * *
A few days later you wandered into Newt’s study where he was hunched over scribbling away in his journal. It was obvious he’d been working hard all day. “Honey, did you remember to eat today?”, you sighed, coming up behind him and gently running your fingers through his hair as you curled your other arm around his shoulders. You already knew the answer because you could see he hadn’t touched any of the food in the pantry or the fridge.
Newt smiled immediately when he heard you, leaning back into your arms and peering up at you “oh I’m sorry, love. I didn’t even hear you get in,” he said, quickly getting to his feet, taking your hands into his own and smiling apologetically at you “I got a little carried away writing. How was your day?” He gently cupped your cheek in his palm before he made to move towards the kitchen “let me fix you some tea.”
“Get back here”, you laughed as you caught him by the back of his shirt, tugging him back towards you where you spun him around to face you and curled both of your arms around his neck “where’s my kisses?” you pouted slightly up at him.
Newt let out a noise of surprise when you hoisted him back, looking down at you with an adoring smile at your expression “oh how rude of me”, he grinned, leaning down to capture your lips in a gentle and tender kiss, his hands framing your waist.
You let out a happy hum against his lips, breaking apart from him for air eventually and pressing a few kisses down the line of his jaw as you took his hands again. You tipped your head aside when you felt his lips brushing against the fading marks on your neck “Wait what is that?”
You reached behind him, plucking the book Theseus had sent from the bookcase “goodness when did you get this?” and Newt felt his stomach drop and he blushed a deep pink “it’s not mine!” He barked, snatching the book from you quickly “Theseus sent it- I didn’t ask him to! He said- well he said it was a good place for me to learn. I swear to you I-I didn’t buy it!” He stammered, looking back at you desperately as he opened the book to show you Theseus’ handwriting.
“Newt honey relax. Breathe!”, you cut in when you saw how worked up he was getting, cupping his face firmly in your hands and looking him in the eyes “My love I’m not upset. I believe you, it seems exactly the sort of thing your brother would do,” you said rolling your eyes fondly.
“But even if you did buy it yourself I wouldn’t be angry.”
Newt looked back at you with wide eyes, feeling a flood of relief to know you weren’t upset with him “you’re not angry?” He repeated, looking at you still somewhat anxiously and you couldn’t help but smile at how adorably flustered he was “no of course not. I know we’re learning a lot of new things together and I want you to be comfortable so if reading this“, you took the book from his hand and held up up between you both “helps you feel confident then I’m completely on board.”
Newt bit his lip when you pried the book from his grasp, shaking his head and taking it back from you “even so, it’s not mine and I’m not taking any advice from my brother,” he turned around to shove the book into his desk drawer but he realised his mistake when you spotted the other book he had stashed away there. The book he actually had been studying.
You snatched the book up, your mouth dropping open when you realised it was a muggle book on human arousal and anatomy and now it was your turn to grow flustered. “W-What’s this one?”, you squeaked out.
Newt quickly took the book and set it down on his desk, taking your hands in his own as yet another blush flooded his cheeks “well, when Theseus did send me that book I couldn’t help but think doing a little research- some proper research wouldn’t hurt” he explained slowly, watching you closely and noting the way your eyes had darkened ever so slightly.
“I wanted to know how to make you feel good, to know how to make you comfortable and to make sure you enjoy our time together. So I got this from a muggle store a few days ago,” he murmured, looking back at you shyly now because you were staring at him with a new intensity.
You bit down on your lip hard as you grappled with the fact that your sweet, caring and innocent boyfriend had gone out of his way to buy such a book. In a public setting at that! And all for your benefit. You couldn’t deny the heat that was growing in your stomach, imagining Newt studying the book while you were at work.
“Did you…have you read a lot?”, you asked eventually.
And Newt smiled sheepishly back at you, nodding slowly as he scratched at the back of his neck, willing the ground to swallow him whole now. “Y/N it’s not…I love you. And I love our time together, and I only ever want you to be comfortable. And if we’re never ready to take anything further then that’s completely fine with me. I can die happy just getting to spend my days with you,” he said honestly, beginning to ramble on nervously again.
“I just-I thought perhaps over the past few weeks that we were headed in that direction. I’m so sorry if I had the wrong idea. I would never everpush you to do anything you didn’t want to do I w-“
You cut him off with a gentle kiss, gripping him by his shirt collar and pulling back with coy smile “Relax, my love,” you murmured, tangling your fingers in his hair and scratching at his scalp like you knew always calmed him down “we are most definitely headed in that direction.”
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You could tell Newt was reluctant to touch you or kiss you anything beyond short and sweet over the next few days, obviously still nervous he had overstepped his boundaries. You weren’t sure how many different ways you could tell him you weren’t upset with him.
You had been trying coax him along, attempting to deepen your kisses each time he would actually touch you but you were left increasingly frustrated when he would pull away from you, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple before he would retreat into his case. You were going to have to persuade him another way.
Newt was sat in his study, reading over his notes but his mind was fixated on you. He felt guilty because it was the weekend and he should have been spending quality time with you but he was too ashamed to even be around you after that episode a few days ago. He loved and cherished you more than you could ever know and he was angry with himself thinking he may have lead you to feel uncomfortable.
Of course all he had to do was actually listen to a word you had said to him, but he was too busy being caught up in his own mind like he always was when it came to you. He had just built the resolve to go and talk to you and apologise properly as he pushed back from his desk and turned to the door. But his mind went completely blank when he saw you.
You’d been standing in the doorway behind him for some time now, wearing his shirt. The same shirt that had started this whole thing all those weeks ago but this time you wore the shirt with nothing else but your lingerie. You were fidgeting with the cuffs self-consciously as you debated running away and ditching your plan altogether but when you saw the ravenous expression on Newt’s face you felt your confidence build.
“Y/N”, he choked out as you slowly sauntered over to him and he was gaping at you, not quite knowing where to look as he took you in. His palms were itching to touch you as he took in the way the hem of the shirt grazed the top of your thighs and he felt his mouth run dry as his eyes trailed down from your face to your chest, seeing how you’d left most of the buttons undone, allowing him to see the most tantalising strip of skin. He was definitely sweating now.
His reactions only spurred you on and you gripped his shoulders as you slowly straddled him on his chair, sucking in a breath when you noticed how dark his eyes had turned.
“Y/N…Merlin my darling you look absolutely incredible. Are you trying to kill me?” he breathed, his hands coming to rest on your hips and you realised he was obviously trying not to stare at your body and holding himself back from touching you like he really wanted to. That wouldn’t do.
You took his hands in your own, pushing down your own nerves as you pressed your lips to his in a heated kiss, guiding his hands up to your breasts. Newt groaned against your lips, cupping your breasts firmly in his large hands, a shiver running down his spine when you moaned in response and arched into him.
Newt was quick to take the opportunity to delve his tongue into your mouth, his tongue brushing with yours. And when you broke apart from him for air he tucked his face to your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses along your skin, nipping at your flesh before he soothed his tongue over the same spot. “Newt”, you gasped out, gripping his shoulders tightly.
Newt closed his eyes tightly as he skimmed one hand down to rest on your thigh, his fingertips teasing at your inner thigh “tell me what you want, Y/N” he murmured eventually, his voice deep and rumbling in his chest only causing you to feel even more worked up. “I need to hear your words, angel” he said right into your ear when you still didn’t answer him.
You gripped his shoulders tightly as you let out a quiet whimper at his tone. Your heart was racing wildly in your chest as you felt simultaneously shy and turned on all at once. You forced yourself to look at him despite how shy you suddenly felt “I want you…to show me what you learnt from that book”, you said, rocking your hips down against his experimentally and biting back a moan when you felt his tell-tale hardness against you through his pants.
Newt gritted his teeth from the pleasure that rippled through him, gripping your hips firmly in his hands to still you. He didn’t allow himself to get carried away just yet as he fixed you with a serious expression. “Darling girl, are you sure? You know your comfort is all that matters to me. I will wait my whole life if I need to”, he murmured, pushing his arousal aside for the time being to make sure you were entirely confident in your decision.
“I’m sure Newt. I’ve been sure all week but you would barely look at me,” you sighed, moving to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your forehead to his “I love you and I know I’m always safe in your hands. If you’re comfortable, I want you to show me all the new things you’ve learnt.”
Newt nodded and cupped your cheek gently, looking back at you “I love you. So very much.”, he whispered before he stood up, hoisting you up in his arms by the backs of your thighs in one fluid motion, the mood immediately shifting back to one of passion and lust.
He carried you through the flat easily, shoving the bedroom door open and then laying you down on the bed, wasting no time in lowering himself over you, pinning you down and looking at you with the same ravenous expression from earlier “you have no idea how utterly sinful you look right now”, he breathed out as he slowly skimmed his hands down your waist to your thighs again.
He captured your lips in a deep kiss, rolling his hips down against yours with a low groan as he gripped the hem of your shirt, breaking the kiss to look up at you in question “angel, do you want to keep this on?” he practically purred out, nipping at your earlobe as he tugged at the fabric of the hem teasingly.
You gasped when you felt his teeth against you, your hips bucking up on their own accord, drawing another groan from him “k-keep it on. But…but keep going” you stuttered, parting your legs for him as you felt the heat building between them.
Newt nodded and began to trail kisses down your neck and down the valley of your breasts, stopping occasionally as he muttered sweet words at you “so gorgeous for me…so beautiful and stunning. Can you feel what you do to me?” he murmured, rocking his hips against yours, grinding his hard bulge against your mound, relishing the noises of pleasure you made in response.
You had to admit you were taken aback by how vocal and chatty he was being but you couldn’t get enough of it, knowing you could work yourself up into a frenzy just listening to him talk. He was busy peppering your bra clad cleavage with kisses as he slowly trailed a hand up under the hem of the shirt, his fingertips barely brushing the edge of your panties before he paused to peer up at you again “May I?”
Your lips parted with a small gasp as you felt his hand slip between your legs and you nodded quickly, looking down at him desperately when he didn’t move his hand any further “angel, I need to hear you”, he repeated his sentiment from earlier but this time much firmer, causing you to bite your lip and whimper quietly.
“Yes Newt, please touch me,” you felt your cheeks warm at your wanton tone but Newt simply pressed another set of kisses down your throat as he cupped your warm mound over your panties in one swift movement, his cock jerking in his slacks at the wetness he felt on his palm.
You let out another gasp as you arched your hips up into his touch, tugging him up by his shirt and kissing him deeply. Newt felt like a man possessed with every beautiful noise you let out and he kissed you back eagerly as he began to rub over your mound slowly but firmly, his fingertips teasing at the edge of your panties with each pass.
He paused again when his fingertips found their way into the top band of your panties and you nodded wildly before he could question you again “Yes Newt please!”, your pleading turning into a breathy moan when he slipped his hand into your panties quickly, rubbing his fingers over your wet slit as he sucked at the sensitive skin of your neck.
His hand delved lower between your thighs until his long pointer finger was running over your entrance and he used his thumb to rub at the small nub between your folds experimentally, pleased with himself when you cried out and jerked against him in pleasure “Merlin, Newt! Do that again”
He hummed against your shoulder in concentration as he worked on repeating the same motion, rubbing you clit in small circles while focusing on each and every sound you were making, making a mental note of what you enjoyed.
“You’re so beautiful my angel”, Newt murmured, looking up at you and trying to commit your expression of pleasure to his memory. He was truly a man possessed now as he dedicated himself to drawing those incredible sounds from you, skimming his other hand up and down your body slowly, noting every single area of sensitive skin that had you gasping or arching into his touch.
“Do you want my mouth on you, darling?”
You looked back at him with big eyes, swallowing thickly “I don’t…know what you mean”
Newt smiled against your shoulder, propping himself up on his elbows to gaze down at you “I’ll show you but remember. You’re in control here my love”, he murmured seriously, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips “you’re the one in control here. Anything you don’t like, or even not sure about- you tell me and I’ll stop okay?”
He waited for your affirmation before he began to trail kisses down your body, looking up at you when his face was finally nestled between your legs and he held your gaze as he pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh causing you to shiver, your hands bunching into the sheets below you in anticipation.
Newt kissed over your thighs, sucking a few little marks to your soft skin as he hooked his fingers in the waist band of your panties, slowly peeling them down and off of you, letting out a breath at the sight of your wet slit. “Y/N, you are perfect”, he whispered, reaching up to take one of your hands, threading his fingers with yours as he slowly lowered his mouth to your pulsing mound, licking a broad stripe up your centre and closing his eyes when you bucked your hips in response.
“NEWT!”, you were panting now as you gripped his hand in your own, your other hand flying to weave into his hair on its own accord and you cried out when he hummed against you in response.
He used his tongue to stimulate your throbbing clit as he slowly sunk a finger inside you, his mouth dropping open at the feeling of your velvet walls accommodating him, your muscles clamping down on his one digit. “Y/N,” he whispered, grinding his own hips into the bed while you threw your head back in pleasure, feeling completely overwhelmed from the pleasure your boyfriend was bringing you.
“Baby, tell me how that feels?” he looked up at you as he crooked the finger inside of you, taking in the way you gasped and whined when he rubbed over a particular spot inside you. You were too far gone in your pleasure to string a coherent sentence together so he relied on your little gasps and moans to make sure you were enjoying what he was doing.
He carefully worked a second finger inside you, completely entranced watching you accommodate the extra intrusion. And once both fingers were buried inside you he sealed his lips around your clit, sucking and then groaning loudly against you when you tugged on his hair in response, rolling your hips up against him
“Newt, oh my stars Newt!”
He continued to work thrust his fingers inside of you, making sure to pass over that spot on each stroke and when he thought you were close to your release he moved back up your body. He tucked his face of your shoulder, pressing kiss after kiss to your delicate skin, holding you close against him as he worked his fingers even faster and deeper inside of you, his thumb rubbing at your clit in tight circles.
“Let go for me, angel. Let yourself go”, he murmured lowly into your ear, watching you in rapt concentration as you tensed up not a moment later, crying out loudly as you clenched around his fingers rhythmically. “That’s it, darling girl. Just like that.”
Newt skimmed his lips over your love bites as he rubbed you through your release, carefully working his fingers free and holding you close, his hands soothing over your back as you worked through the aftershocks.
He pressed kiss after kiss to your head, once again murmuring sweet nothings to you and you melted in his arms, your body going completely lax.
“Oh, darling you don’t have to”, he murmured, gripping your wrist when you worked your hand down his body.
“But I want to Newt, I wanna make you feel good too,” you said honestly as you continued to trail your hand down to the button of his pants.
Newt shook his head, taking your hand and lifting it to his mouth to brush his lips over it “this was about you, angel,” he murmured, smiling sheepishly at you a moment later “besides I already…uh…”, he trailed off with a blush, cringing slightly at the sticky sensation he now noticed in his pants.
“You…oh!”, you breathed with wide eyes when you finally understood what he’d meant, pressing your lips to his in a soft and reassuring kiss, a little flattered by the notion anyway. “Well, I’d like to read that book of yours. So I can know how to make you feel good.”
Newt blushed even more at the images that he conjured up then, pressing another series of gentle kisses to your jaw “I somehow think you won’t be needing it,” he smiled, holding his hands up at the look you shot him in response “okay okay if it will make you happy then of course! I’m just saying you always make me feel good anyway,” he murmured as he slowly sat up to go and clean himself up.
You sat up with him, cupping his cheek in your palm as you looked back at him lovingly “that was incredible. Youwere incredible. I’ve never felt so much…so good before,” and you smiled adoringly when he smiled widely back at you in pride, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips “I love you”, he murmured as he got up to his feet and headed for the bathroom.
You watched him wander off, laying back on the bed with a blissed out smile “you should you know?” you called out after him.
And Newt glanced back over his shoulder at you in confusion before he stepped into the en-suite “should what?”
“You should thank your brother!”, you shouted to him, giggling at the noise of shock he let out in response.
“I will do no such thing! He is to know nothing about any of this. Ever”, he muttered and he was back your side on a flash, clambering back into the bed and wrapping his arms around you, tugging the blankets up around you both before he relaxed.
“He is the one that got you this shirt though”, you teased after a moment, giggling again at the dark expression that crossed Newt’s face.
“Y/N! I don’t want to hear you mention my brother again in ourbed.” he huffed out, scowling at you when you continued to laugh.
“You’re just so cute when you’re jealous”, you cooed, skimming your fingertips through his hair soothingly.
“I’m NOT jealous. I’m just territorial.” he said simply as he skimmed his thumb over some of the marks he’d made on your neck. And he smiled when it was your turn to grow flustered.
“I mean that in the sense that you are my pride and my heart- not an item to be owned,” he murmured and you looked back at him, shaking your head as your felt your heart somehow fill with even more love for this man that never seemed to stop taking your breath away.
Note: Hello! This is the first fic I have written in a very long time so forgive me if it sucks. I am a huge Harry Potter fan, and am a huge fan of Fantastic Beasts, so when Kari told me to write about Newt, I was like definitely! So here it is, and I hope you guys enjoy!! Keeping my fingers crossed! OH! And feedback would be great!! <3
- Darcy
How could it have been possible?
Though the question should not even be asked since it’s crystal clear how it was possible. The damn suitcase went completely mad, again.
Put a protective enchantment, you said. Not only would it keep it from opening, but it will lock the creatures in securely, you said. Did he listen? Newt never listens. Now we are running around this foreign city looking like a pair of loonies who have absolutely no idea where they are going. However, who were you to turn down a bit of adventure? You smirked. In fact, you found all of this amusing. How could it not? First, Newt was socked in the jaw with a suitcase by a very frightened muggle. And second, the Niffler got away and is now trifling through some poor woman’s purse probably. And third, the pair of you got picked up by an auror outside of a Muggle Bank.
“Where do you think that little bugger ran off to?” you asked breathlessly after losing sight of the demoted auror from MACUSA.
Newt looked at you, his cheeks flushed from the exercise. “No idea. I reckon he’s probably stuffed into some woman’s purse ransacking her jewelry.”
“HA! I was just thinking the same thing! Perhaps we should just start snatching purses,” you suggested in a playful tone. Newt looked over at you with a smirk, “There’s an idea.”
Suddenly you saw Ms. Goldstein’s face appear in the crowd behind you, looking for Newt and you.
“Merlin’s beard!! She’s like a pop-up book from hell!” you exclaimed. Newt laughed but shook his head at you. You pulled the both of you into an alleyway between two flat complexes. Newt and you flattened yourselves into the wall as much as you could as soon as Ms. Goldstein walked by. Once in the clear, Newt looked over at you.
“A pop-up book from hell?” he smiled at you. You couldn’t help the sudden swell of blood to your face. He was close enough to touch, and your fingers were itching to grab a hold of that one little stubborn lock that keeps falling in front of his eyes.
“Yes, it was the first thing that popped into mind and you know how I just blurt out stuff. I can’t stop myself.” You took a step back from him, unconsciously. Newt laughed, “Oh believe me, I know. On the boat you went full mental when some muggle’s suitcase made you trip.”
You gasped hyperbolically, “He did it on purpose!! And all you said was sorry repeatedly! I had to defend myself!” Newt laughed loudly, “I had to apologize. I was apologizing FOR YOU.” You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, “You arse.” You looked behind him and began to realize the crowd was getting bigger. You were about to mention to Newt before you realized he had gone silent. You looked back at him.
Newt was looking down at you, his freckled face flushed, and his sideways smirk was in play. He looked away at the wall as soon as he realized you were staring right back. His next words were stumbled. “S…Some…Sometimes it’s hard to believe that we are partners.” You raised your eyebrow quizzically, “How do you mean?”
He looked at you for a split second and instead focused his gaze on my arms that were crossed on your chest. “We’re very distinct, you and me. People.. They like you, they….” he stopped lost for words, his jaw flexing. He began to play with his fingers nervously, his head bowed down and all you could see was the tip of his nose.
You took a deep breath before you spoke. “Newt..?” He lifted up his face a little, but still did not meet your eye. “Newt, you are absolutely bonkers.” He half-choked out a laugh. His pink rimmed eyes looked over you, wonderingly. “Newt, you and I? We might be different in attitude, but there is something very similar about the both of us.” He cleared his throat and asked, “What is that?” You took a step closer and whispered in his ear, “We have both been detained by the Magical Congress.” You both laughed at the same time, resulting in his shaking form now being an inch from you.
Picket peeked out from his pocket and pulled your jacket, making you close that gap between the both of you. Newt was surprised and thought you were falling so he gripped you closer to him. You looked up at him, his blue eyes locked on yours. “ (Name)…what I didn’t finish saying before, was that….you are.. More… well, more than me. And you…make me into a much better person. I mean….I like myself better whenever I am with you,” his hands on your waist began to loosen and he began to take a step back. However, you pulled him back to you, and put your shaking hand on his red cheek.
“I like myself better when I am with you as well,” you gulped silently, and pushed his reddish brown hair behind his ear. Newt’s hold on you became tighter.
“Newt, I’m going to be very honest with you, as honest as if someone had just spilled a whole vial of Veritaserum down my Pumpkin juice this morning. But from the very first moment that I saw you, I knew that I was going to fall for that damn quirky smile and that very sweet, sweet demeanor that you hold.” You finished your speech really fast and turned your burning face towards his shoulder.
But, Newt surprised you when he laughed. You looked back up and his whole face was the most happy that you have ever seen it. “(Name), I have been in love with you since the very first moment you called me an arse. Though I do wish I could have said it first. But sadly, you beat me by just a smidge.” You laughed, tears falling down your cheeks. He rested his forehead on yours and as soon as he started to caress your cheek, you couldn’t help yourself anymore.
You pulled away in order to meet his eye, and before you could say anything, he kissed you. Newton Scamander, the shy, perfect, sweetest man, the love of your life kissed you first. And at that moment, he wasn’t shy. He gripped you inconceivably closer. His reddish brown locks now resting on your face, while the both of you were once again lost in a place that was foreign to you however staggeringly comfortable the both of you were in each other’s arms. You pushed his head in closer, and as the kiss deepened, there was a loud noise coming from somewhere close. The both of you pulled apart, breathlessly. “Merlin’s beard! Once we find that little bugger he won’t hear the end of it!” he said, annoyed. You laughed, “I think I’ve rubbed off on you.” Newt smiled at you sweetly, kissed you one more time, and said, “I certainly hope so.”
Request: Fantastic Beasts request!: Reader insert where the reader is just super protective of Newt? Like they just follow him around and make sure nothing hurts him?
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Note: I hope you all like this! Thank you for requesting and hope this is what you were looking for, if not I’m sorry :( feedback would be great!
- Kari
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Newt has always been gentle and kind. Newt is the kind of person who would get hit and apologize instead of defending himself. After a few months of dating, you always had to take care of the aggressive people around Newt. You would never let a finger touch Newt, ever.
When arriving in New York, you didn’t expect to face several…interruptions. That damn Niffler started it all. Now here you were about to obliviate a muggle, who seems to be in a daze.
“Alright. Let’s get this over with, shall we?” You raised your wand to get it done with when the muggle picked up a suitcase, ready to hit Newt with it. You acted quick and blocked the hit. You looked behind you and asked Newt if he was okay. He nodded and sighed when he saw the muggle running away.
“Uh, we have plenty of problems arising now. How about we just go on our way, before we get into more trouble.” You suggested and started walking out of the alley way, casually. That’s when you noticed a woman starting to come your way in a concerning manner. Oh great, another muggle has seen you two. Newt pulled you back, “Let’s act like nothing happened and start walking past her, alright?”
You nodded and you two walked next to each, not making eye contact with the woman. You noticed her pull out her wand too late before you three apparated into a different alley.
“What are you two doing? We’re in a serious situation right now!” The woman said in a hushed tone. She was about to reach into her pocket and you immediately raised your wand.
“What are you doing?” You glared at her.
“I’m from the Magical Congress of the United States of America. You two have committed a great crime, and you’ll be coming with me.” She glared back at you before apparating again to a building.
She was about to reach for Newt, but you stopped her.
“Don’t you dare lay a finger on him, thank you very much.” You gave her a long stare, before she signaled you two to follow her.
“(Name), this is not the time to act protective.” Newt whispered, not wanting to attract attention. You turned to him, ready to lecture him before the woman started taking you through the elevator.
You found out that she was an Auror before she got demoted and became a wand permit officer. Later, you and Newt ended up at her home with the muggle who you found was Jacob Kowalski. Newt kept bickering with you on how he could take care of himself without your help. He wasn’t as nervous as he used to be with you, and the Goldstein sisters noticed it.
“You’re very protective of him.” Queenie stated, when she observed you both. You looked up at her and smiled.
“I just don’t like him getting hurt is all.” You turned to look at Newt, and he was red.
Into the night, you two went into the suitcase.
“I’m sorry about today.” You looked down at your hands, knowing you always try to protect Newt. Newt gave you small smile and sat next to you.
“That makes me like you even more. That shows that you care for me.” Newt gave you a side hug and leaned your head to his shoulder. You smiled and looked up to his face. His eyes were mesmerizing and wonderful. You leaned up and pecked him on the lips. He always gets caught off guard when you kiss him and ends up with a red face.
“I told you to stop catching me off guard, love.” He caressed your cheek and leaned down to give you another kiss.
@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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Summary: You’re a Qudditch player who had eyes for a certain magical zoologist and he has an eye for the best (you.) (hurt/comfort if you squint)
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Male Reader
Key: (Y/N)- your name
Word Count: 1574
A/N: it’s been a while haha. sorry about that, i’ve been preparing to move out and go to uni. so it’s been a bit hard to concentrate on writing. enjoy though!
Newt cheered from the crowd as you flew across his vision, he wasn’t for sports or being outside or cheering really, but seeing you flash a smile and a wink at him made his heart stop. He’d been watching you practice since he could remember, patching you up on more than one occasion, this time was apparently no exception as you stared longingly at him, you lost control of your broom just able to pull up to crash head first and now tangled in a big banner. “(Y/N)! Are you okay?” Newt honest to Merlin ran out onto the field, ducking players as they landed to check on you. You groaned trying to untangle yourself from the banner, not quite succeeding as Newt pulled the last bit off your head. His face inches from yours, checking you for injuries, but all you could think about was the heat in your cheeks as he touched you gently. “I’m fine.” You blurted out, standing up quickly and walking fast to get away from him. You could feel his frown in the back of your head as you limped to the benches, keeping your head plastered to the ground.
Newt sighed, but smiled. You looked fine, but your face fell as Newt watched you get lectured about safety. Your sheepish smile as you charmed the trouble right off of you. He thought it was an amazing skill. The way you handled people, you had said it was more of a curse than a blessing which he couldn’t understand. Newt waved at you from the stands, however you just kept your eyes glued on the real players wishing you were soaring with them, but you could guess why you couldn’t as you saw some people rehanging the banner and throwing away the broom you had somehow broken. Just like that practice was over.
The crowd went wild and so did you and Newt as you sat together, cheering your team on. The first game of the season, your blood was pumping as hard as the other people around you who were definitely more intense than you. Sporting the colours of your team, screaming their chants. You wondered if it might not be better to take Newt down to one of the team boxes, it was much too loud out here for him to be comfortable. “Newt?” You tried to grab his attention, but it was far too loud. So instead you grabbed his shoulder making him turn to you at full speed, the blush quickly settling on his cheeks when he realised it was you. “What?” He shouted loudly at you. “Follow me!” “What?!” He rolled his eyes at the crowd, earning a few dirty looks. “FOLLOW ME!” At Newt the crowd suddenly decided to be quiet at that moment. “Okay” Newt smiled, his whole body freezing when you took his hand to lead him to a quiet box. The atmosphere changed as they entered, your ears ringing slightly.
“This is nice” Newt smiled, sitting clearly more comfortably on one of the seats, his shoulders just slightly pulled back in relief. “Another exciting goal hit by the home team. The chaser once again showed just how little of a chance the competition of winning. Come on lads! Come on!” They watched the game in mostly silence, your hand trying so hard to inch closer and closer to Newt’s, but as you almost reached out a pinkie, the crowd quieted in anticipation before the announcer shouted into the microphone. “The snitch has been spotted!” You could see him jump up and down in his chair from here even. Newt squinted his eyes, trying to find it, but failing, you put a hand on his shoulder (successfully) pointing out the little gold speck on the field. You both felt the heat around the areas you touched. Newt cleared his throat out as you yawned, pulling away with a small frown.
“A few moments, folks, that’s all it takes for a win. The teams are down to the hair, none have enough points to qualify, who will be left behind?” The announcer blared through the box as they now sat 2 seats away from each other. “Oh no, folks, our star chaser has lost control, the strong gust of wind has added a disadvantage to our seekers as well.” You watched in horror as the chaser caught a particularly strong wind causing him to spin out of control and crash against the grass, clutching his leg, but the crowd went insane, you both looked up to see your team had caught the snitch.
“You need me to w-what?” You stuttered as you watched your teammate getting patched out, benched for a few days to heal.
“Play. You saw what just happened. We need you out there, rookie.” Your coach’s brows glued together, his face red and sweaty like he had played with them. You gulped.
“Did you hear that?!” He did a little jump excitedly, you just groaned, looking down at your feet. He frowned, unsure of why you wouldn’t be happy. “Hey… You’re… a g-great player” He tried to compliment you more specifically, but he didn’t know how. Newt put a hand awkwardly on your shoulder, patting it. You shrugged it off. “What’s wrong? You haven’t been well all week.” He frowned, looking at your face up and down for any signs of way. A sad glint in his eyes as you sighed. “I’m not good enough.” You muttered. “What?” He asked, you guessed he didn’t hear you. “I’m not good enough!” You shouted back, making Newt step back away. “What? How? You’re the best!” He exclaimed confidently, you laughed a little too grimly. “I’m not. Not by a lot.” “No. You are. I know that, I wish you did.” He frowned harder than you thought. “Don’t act like you don’t pity my washout. Don’t act like you love me at all. Not like me.” You shouted back, he gasped, taking another step away. You shut your hand over your mouth.
Newt darted his wide eyes around your face, betrayal and hurt painted it across it as he turned his back on you. You had the largest pit in your stomach as a quidditch uniform was thrown into your arms along with a team broom. Your heart was beating in your ears as you exited into the field. You saw Newt leave in the corner of your eye, to sit in the stands. How were you supposed to do this? All of your insecurities were obvious as you mindlessly played with the hem of your shirt, fidgeting in every way possible. Strapping and unstrapping your gloves, switching broom hands, all the works. Newt was looking more and more concerned as he watched you step on your broom.
Your teammates made quick work of their warmups, looking as concerned as Newt as you continued to dissociate. You had given up all hope of your quidditch dreams when you got bumped to the reserves, you never actually thought you’d play again. Not like this. You had managed to pull a few stretches and
You stared up as the seeker’s sped past almost through off your balance, luckily the beaters on each side of you bumped you into a straight course as you somehow managed to score another goal. The other team’s keeper looked pissed.
“Keep formation!” One of them shouted at you. Breathe in and out, you thought, inhaling deeply as you dove to catch. You heard the crowd cheering, catching a glimpse of Newt who was cheering just as furiously, which made you smile. You got the signal from your seeker and realised it was time to spread out for space. It was the checkmate now. You changed formation, baiting the other team to follow your movements allowing your seeker the space she needed to get the snitch she had spotted. You scored 2 more goals in formation, confidentially dodging the other team and before you had time to notice, your seeker whizzed past catching the snitch right under your nose. Winning the game. You let out a laugh as you slowed down, diving for the field.
You landed aggressively, surrounding your seeker, the team hugging each other. You had qualified, even with you on the team, you were going to the world’s. You heard someone call your name from behind, it was Newt running towards you at full speed. “You were amazing!” He shouted as he came to a stop almost tripping into you, a small blush across his cheeks from running. You laughed “You can say it” You smiled sheepishly as he let out a full belly laugh like you hadn’t heard before. “I told you so.” He grabbed you for a tight hug, pulling away, you stopped to look at him.
He was out of breath on account of running half the field to hug you, a wide smile painted on his face and the stadium light reflected off his pale skin, only exaggerating the heat on his face. He looked pretty. “You’re amazing.” You huffed out, pulling him in for a kiss, he stiffened at first, a little confused and angry. He had wanted to kiss you first, but he relaxed into it pushing against you, his hand reaching for your neck in fear of fainting against your flattery.
“Whatever.’ Newt said breathlessly, grabbing your hand shyly as you pulled him to the team to celebrate.
