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puppy-coded · 2 years
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Bad Mood {N.S.}
✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Upset reader, Newt being a literal saint despite being yelled at and ignored.
✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Newt Scamander x reader
✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k words
✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’ve been in a bad mood lately and Newt wants to get to the bottom of it.
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You woke up kinda cranky and you had no idea why. 
Maybe it was hormones, maybe it was nerves since Newt was still in America, maybe you simply woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
You got up, stretched, drank water, and checked the counter where your owl, Oliver, always put the Daily Prophet and a letter from Newt. Every morning while he was gone.
Except Newt hadn’t written you a letter the day before.
That just soured your mood even more.
You spent the entire day trying to tidy up and not think about it. 
It was something that even Diagon Alley couldn’t fix. Diagon Alley has been your favorite place to be since... forever! It would seem stressful to others but it’s nice once you get used to the crowds, the noise, the vendors.
Everything just makes sense there even when it doesn’t.
You bought ice cream and moodily went home, hardly acknowledging everyone you knew in the most magical place in the world.
You got home and cuddled with your cat in the dark silence of your bedroom. You did your best to go to bed and, eventually, fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next day the Daily Prophet and a letter from Newt.
A letter from... Newt.
Nope.
Ignore.
He ignored you and you knew he could take it.
And before you knew it you had a pile of letters from him on the counter over the next two weeks.
You stared at the pile of letters, biting your nails nervously. You had no idea what to say or where to start even if you did.
So you waited until he got home.
It had been two months by that point.
You weren’t even home when he walked through the door and it just made Newt worry about you more.
He had been worried since you stopped writing to him but he held out hope.
Hope that you’d write back.
Hope that you were okay.
And when you walked in with groceries, almost dropping everything when you saw him, he couldn’t help but smile.
You put your stuff down and gave him a small smile, not even looking into Newt’s eyes.
He got close to you and grabbed your chin gently with his thumb and index finger. “Why aren’t you looking at me?” He asked, the hurt evident in his voice.
You pushed his hand away and shook you head.
The truth was that you were disappointed in yourself. You let one bad day snowball into this moment.
It sucked.
You felt the tears welling up and you just shook your head. You knew if you spoke then you would start crying.
So you said nothing.
You would rather let your husband, with whom you’ve been in love since you were fifteen years old, believe you were mad at him than to admit your feelings.
But Newt knew you better than that.
He’s never seen this side of you so... he gave you space.
He tried his best to not take it personally, to take care of your regular chores, to do whatever he needed to make you feel better.
He knew you weren’t mad, you just seemed off.
About a week after he got home, Newt was sitting at the table while he read the Daily Prophet. You came out of your room and put your head on his shoulder to which he smiled. 
“Glad to have you back,” Newt said gently as if he was talking to one of his creatures.
You pulled your head off of him and pulled up a chair silently. “I’m sorry.”
Newt looked up and frowned. “For what?”
You scratched your nose in an attempt to keep from crying. “I, uhm... I was being a jerk Newt and I shouldn’t have been.” You told him, tears finally falling. “It all started when I woke up a few months ago and our usual letter wasn’t there. Then I got petty and didn’t respond and then the letters kept coming and I was too embarrassed to write back when it had suddenly jumped to two weeks later and... and...” You could hardly understand yourself since you were getting loud and talking faster and, you know, sobbing your eyes out. 
Newt leaned forward and put a hand on your knee. He gave your tear-stained face a gentle smile and squeezed your knee a little. “It’s okay.”
It just made you want to rip your hair out. “But it’s not okay!” You responded petulantly. “I was being a... a... a... pillock. I was being stupid.”
“You were not being stupid my love,” Newt tried assuring you. “I understand, you were out of routine. You’re never out of routine and I’m sure it was a hard day,” He told you sincerely.
You sniffled and wiped your eyes. “I’m sorry. I feel like I’ve messed everything up.”
Newt grabbed your hands and squeezed slightly. “You know what I was doing the day I forgot to write?” He asked.
You shook your head and squeezed Newt’s hands back.
“I was getting you this,” Newt let go and went to his suitcase. He rummaged around for a little bit when he finally pulled out a three-headed pup. 
Your eyes widened and you got up to meet Newt and the new pup. 
Newt smiled at your reaction and handed you the small hound. “His name is Bear and I got him for you since I knew that you get lonely here when I’m doing other things for work.” He said as he shoved his hands into his pockets, a slight blush creeping up to his cheeks.
You smiled for the first time in months and put your head on Newt’s chest. “I love you so much. I don’t deserve you.”
Newt wrapped his arms around you, shaking his head. “You’re wrong. You deserve the universe.”
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ay0nha · 10 months
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Hi! Could I request something with adult Newt Scamander? Like, maybe having a cute moment while doing some gardening with him? That's so cottagecore hufflepuff newt Scamander fluff
Fem or gender neutral reader if you decide to do it 😅 thank you!!
OOOOOOOO
Yes. Yes. Yes.
This is very cute! I love the concept. I think I may have to throw some angst in there. Imagine the reader and Newt are still in that pining phase, and feelings are revealed along the way.
I've started concocting a lil sm sm and am putting a lil snippet of progress below! So, stay tuned :)
Words: 0.6K, Pairing: Newt Scamander x gn!reader (ravenclaw)
You had a green thumb. You were convinced of it by how your fingers traced the dew drops on your newly sprouted strawberries. They were small, not quite showing deep red hues, but they were there.  Excitement bubbled in your chest. Your inner Ravenclaw finally became content, finally proving to your old Herbology professor that you truly could excel in all subjects.  
The sun's warmth was just settling on the leaves of the small garden, creating a humid mist. It was far too early to knock on Newt’s case. The picture was already in your head—him startled, sleep marks mirroring the indents of the desk he laid his head on. Either that, or he was still awake, not quite ready to call it a night, or let alone realize the next day was already creeping up. 
That time already? He’d ask innocently, hoping it would ease the look you shot him. Yet, if it had to come down to it, he knew what could truly thaw your glare. Anything new in your garden? 
“Strawberries.” The voice that startled you was small, barely perceptible in the soft breeze.
“You’re up?” You brushed the dirt off your hands to busy yourself.  The only time Newt was up before you was when he was leaving. To hide your frown, you turned to your trowel to fiddle with. “Where are you off to this time?”
“Australia,” Newt commented. “Poachers have been taking Acromantuas there.”
Talking about his creatures, Newt naturally rambled. The spiders were taken from their homes under the guise of protection, only to be taken to Australian farms to be bred. You wondered how he followed and tracked all the peculiarities, but over the years, you learned it was pure instinct. 
Newt watched your gaze travel, thinking your interest in what he had to say was lost. Yet, he missed how your gaze covered your thoughts of how you would miss his company. His time away varied, and you’d grown accustomed to the chattering of creatures and an extra mouth to feed. 
“Have breakfast before you leave.” You decided for him, already pushing yourself from the ground to match his height. 
The kitchen table was small, meant for one person, as was the home itself. It was charming, cozy, and away from the noise of any city. The chairs pulled up at the table were mismatched and caused your knees to hit Newt’s with every shared meal habitually. 
You noted Newt’s comfortability off of it all, of your company. No longer did he blush and apologize with every knock on the knee, but instead, he leaned into it. Or so that’s how you wished to imagine it. 
“How long will you be gone?” The question felt caught at the back of your throat. Once relieved of its position, you sat up a bit straighter.
Newt’s eyes were on your crossed leg, which pulled away from his own. Subconscious or not, he offered you a questioning expression.
“You’ve never asked me that before…” The comment slipped out with pure curiosity, without realizing the repercussions of the blunt tone. “I-I mean, you…you just, I won’t be…” He paused with a nervous laugh before pushing out the rest, “...I won’t be gone long.”
You hummed in thought, your eyes cast down.“You may miss out on the strawberries, is all.”  
I’ll miss you, is what you meant to get across. You confessed the feeling in your chest to yourself, but you hadn’t attempted to share it. You planned to take it to the grave.
“I’m sure there will be plenty,” Newt encouraged knowingly. “Your garden has been growing beautifully.”
Although the one to offer the compliment, Newt was bashful. The compliments weren’t frequent, but their existence caused a welcomed ripple in your chest.
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thehalfbloodedwitch · 2 years
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Hi! Could I request headcanons or imagine about being best friends with Newt Scamander and sharing the same living place? Gn reader if possible! Thank you!
Being Best friends to lovers with Newt Scamander (N.s x reader)
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Pairing- Newt x Genderneutralreader
Summary- The reader and Newt live together in a cottage in the countryside where they fall in love with each other.
A/n- Thank you so much anon for this wonderful request! I am in love with this concept and with Newt it is even better! I have altered it a bit and made it best friends to lovers, I really hope you like it!
Words- 888 words
Newt Scamander Masterlist Main Masterlist
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You and Newt have been close since your days at Hogwarts, and you were both sorted to the Hufflepuff house.
When he was with you, Newt was the sweetest. He always cracked jokes to lighten the mood and showed you his creatures, which you played with.
He was more than welcome to share a place with you after you graduated from Hogwarts.
Because to your mutual love of nature and wish to live outside of the city, you both agreed to purchase a cottage close to the countryside.
While you opened a grocery store in the countryside that was embellished with hanging potted plants, lights, and creepers, Newt began collecting magical creatures and keeping them in his suitcase with the help of Bunty.
You both earned decent incomes, enough to satisfy your respective needs for food, clothing, and other essentials.
Both your friends and Newt's friends came over occasionally, and sometimes they even stayed with the two of you for a few days, saying how much they enjoyed the atmosphere you had both created.
The kitchen, living room, and dining room were located in the basement of the two-story home that you and Newt shared. Upstairs, there were three bedrooms: one for you, one for Newt, and one for guests.
Each room had its own balcony, which was covered in tiny creepers and plants that contained tiny bowtruckles.
Every Sunday, you two would have movie nights where one of you would choose the film to watch and the other would get the food, pillows, blankets, etc.
Sometimes, Newt would make plans to go stargazing in the nearby hills, where he would point out funny patterns the stars created that made you chuckle.
Everything was going smoothly until one day when you were cleaning the kitchen counter where you accidentally slipped and Newt, just in time caught you, before you fell.
Both of you halted briefly with his hand on your waist and your hands on his shoulders.
His breathtaking eyes were so captivating that you briefly lost yourself in them as you gazed into his hazel eyes, those lovely eyes that you had never paid much attention to.
From that point on, you couldn't help but blush and turn your gaze away whenever Newt came close to you.
When he made eye contact with you and spoke, you felt strange butterflies and couldn't help but picture what it would be like to run your hand through his soft brunette hair.
When people entered the shop you worked in, Newt would always to stare at you, admiring how quickly you worked and how attractive you were, whenever you would turn to look at him, he would shyly avert his gaze somewhere else as if he wasn’t staring at you at all.
He also began acting extremely strangely around you, he would not talk to you as much as he did before and he would not ask you for any help in the household chores.
Your smile, beauty, character, sense of style, and presence drew him over. Everything about you was perfect in his eyes.
One day when you both were watching a movie, you fell asleep on his shoulder and Newt couldn’t help but get butterflies as you slept peacefully on his shoulder.
He then wrapped the both of you in a blanket and slept on the couch with you.
You chuckled when you opened your eyes and noticed that Newt was sound asleep with his mouth slightly open.
His friends insisted him to ask you out on a date but he was too shy to even bring up the topic.
One day, you couldn’t watch your tongue as you said, “Newt, we’ve been friends for so long, and I-I want this friendship to be more than- more than what it is right now, would you-you go on a date with me?” to which Newt wide eyed said, “I-I, Yes!”
The two of you were on a date at a nearby restaurant, whose owner allowed you to stay there as long as you liked.
You both talked about how you both liked each other and how naïve you both were about it.
After a few dates, you two decided to start dating, which was the best thing you've ever done.
Newt is the sweetest and perfect guy you could have ever asked for.
In order to make your day as happy as possible, he would attempt to help you in any way he could.
He would take care of all the household chores while you rested whenever you had your periods.
He would even massage your back when it would hurt a lot and would also make potions for reducing the pain.
If someone asked Newt to describe what it's like to be your boyfriend, he'd say, "It's the best feeling in the world, being their boyfriend is like a blessing. Y/n is the most caring and loving person I've ever met, and I'd love them until the day I die," he says, blushing at the thought of you.
Overall, you both are such a cute couple and belong to one another, body, soul and mind.
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maximwtf · 2 years
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“She’s not afraid of me?”
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part 1
                Newt Scamander x Animagus reader Part 2
words: 1447
google docs pages: 4
warnings: Memories of trauma (think that’s it?)
opening: Y/n is an animagus, and their form is a Nundu. Due to their bad past, they prefer to stay in their animagi form as much as possible. A magizoologist finds them, and tries to get to know them.
AN// i’m not even going to lie, I kind of forgot the idea I had with this fanfic originally because it’s been a while since i wrote the first part, but i’ll try to make it work :”D
Not Proof Read!!
                          “She’s not afraid of me?”
You were about to stretch your claws towards her, when something happened. You felt yourself transform, but it was against your own will. You’d felt this in the past as well, when the group you “worked for '' would force you to turn to your animagus form and when they wanted you to turn back. But they weren’t here now, so what was this? There wasn’t a lot of time to think about that, because the next thing you felt was falling to the ground. You slowly lifted yourself up by your arms, while trying to see what happened. Newt was standing in front of you, with his wand pointing straight at you. The woman you had lunged at was behind him, staring at Newt and you in confusion, with a tiny bit of fright on her face. It didn't take you long to realise that Newt had used the reversal spell on you to stop you from attacking the woman. 
You got up quickly, backing away from Newt before dusting your clothes. You looked horrified. Not because he didn’t allow you to attack, but because you had been forced to turn back once again, and it didn’t bring back pleasant memories. At that moment it didn’t pop into your head that he was just protecting the both of you by doing that, he didn’t mean to scare you. “What is going on here?” Tina’s voice asked quietly, trying to find answers. Newt stayed in front of her, only giving her a quick look. He seemed to understand that you weren’t fond of the spell he had casted on you, and it was clear. “Tina, could you wait in the kitchen?” He asked, not taking his eyes off of you. “I’ll be there.” The woman nodded slowly, then made her way back. This left you alone with Newt.
You didn’t say anything, you just stood there for a moment. You wanted to turn back to your nundu form, but it felt impossible. It might have been a side effect to the spell or you were just exhausted  from being forced to turn back. You didn’t know which one it was, but this used to happen before when you were forced to turn back as well. “Y/n, I didn’t mean to scare you. If I knew-” He began, not taking steps closer to you to keep you calmer. “They used your spell often.” You mumbled, remembering the amount of times you had been forced to turn. Newt tilted his head at this. “Who are they?” He asked in confusion. You didn’t reply, not because you didn’t want to out the group of people, but mostly because you didn’t remember them telling you their real names. “I don’t know.” You ended up replying. Tears started to drop down from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and then falling to the ground. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know…I don’t think I still understand fully..” Newt said, taking a small step towards you. You heard this, and looked up. He seemed to be worried and from what you could tell, he was actually feeling bad for what he did. None of the people you lived with before had shown you this kind of ‘guilt’ for casting the spell. You wiped your eyes with your sleeve. “It’s okay, I understand why you casted it.” You replied, embracing yourself by wrapping your arms around yourself. “It’s not okay, but I know better now. Alright?” He hummed, walking slowly in front of you and offered a hug. You looked at him for a moment, before accepting the hug. You placed your head on his shoulder, trying to calm down your breathing. “Do you want to meet Tina?” He asked, and pulled away slightly. “I think I already gave her a good scare, bet she wouldn’t want to talk to me?” You replied, remembering how she looked after you almost attacked her. “She's understanding. You can meet her another day, If you want to?” Newt requested, letting go of you. You only nodded at this.
You had begun to feel a lot better. This allowed you to turn back to your animagus form. Newt watched you transform, and smiled slightly when your nundu form was standing in front of him. “I’ll come back in a bit.” He said, and turned to the direction his friend had gone as well. You did internally hope that this Tina person didn’t hate you already. You had just gotten scared, your intention hadn’t been to attack one of Newt’s friends. 
You tried to shake it off and lay down for a bit. Deep down you knew that you’d have to turn back to your human form and apologise to Tina, whether you liked it or not. Not much time passed by, before you heard someone walking towards you. This time you didn’t get scared, because you assumed it was Newt and you had been right. He was alone, which scared you. Did this mean Tina didn’t want to meet you because you had scared her so badly?
“Y/n? I asked Tina, and she said she could meet you now, if you’re up for that?” He spoke up after stopping in front of you. You opened your eyes fully, seemingly shocked by this. She wanted to see you, even after what you had done? “She’s not scared, or at the very least disgusted by me?” You asked and tilted your head in confusion. Newt furrowed his brows after hearing you. The slight smile he had on his face earlier was now gone, and it was replaced by a confused frown. “No? No..of course not. I don’t know what kind of people you’ve met in the past, but she’s nothing like that.” He replied, offering his hand out to you. You stared at him for a slight moment, before you felt your legs touch the ground of your habitat. “I guess I need to apologise to her anyway…” You mumbled before taking a hold of Newt’s hand. He smiled at your gesture and started to lead you towards the kitchen you and him had walked through earlier. 
In the kitchen sat the same woman you had come to know as Tina. She had a mug in her hand, and it smelled like she was drinking tea. “They’re here.” Newt announced, and walked to sit on one of the chairs that were around the table. You followed him shyly, and sat on the third chair that was next to Newt’s. “So you’re Y/n? Gave me a little scare out there.” She started, giving a lighthearted giggle at the end. You looked at the table, not being able to look at her eyes. “I’m sorry for that, I didn’t mean to try and attack you. You just surprised me.” You apologised, and looked up a little to see her reaction. She had a kind smile on her face. “Newt told me, and I understand. Nothing for you to be ashamed of. It’s still nice to meet you!” Tina replied to you, and put down her mug. “Though I’m afraid I have to get going now. I’m sure we’ll meet again soon.” And with that she got up, and put on her coat. “See you soon, Newt and Y/n.” Tina said before she left. You turned your gaze to Newt. “I told you, she understands.” He hummed. You felt relief and like some kind of pressure that you didn’t know was on your shoulders, wasn’t there anymore. Tina seemed to be a closer friend of Newt’s so you didn’t want her to think you acted like this all the time and just because you felt like it. “Thank you.” Was all you could reply to him, before you got up and offered a hug to him, which he accepted. “Please, know that all the people I allow to come here are friends. They’re not going to hurt you.” Newt spoke, and pulled away for a bit to look at your eyes. You looked at him and nodded. You were safe here, and had a new chance at being an animagus. 
AN// Hello, it’s 1am<3 This turned out to be a little shorter than I would have liked, but I think the ending was good enough to leave it like that! Hope you liked it!^^
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sweetdreamsshifter · 2 years
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Grudges Masterlist
Newt Scamander x Fem!Magizoologist!Reader
A/N: This is my first multi-part series! I hope you all enjoy!
Prologue: The Snap
Chapter One: And So It Begins
Chapter Two: Welcome In
Chapter Three: Stolen Silence
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clinquaant · 2 years
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101 PLOT BUNNIES / A Thousand Stories Long, a Newt Scamander Fanfiction
LIU MEIHU HAD QUITE THE SHOES TO FILL BEING THE DAUGHTER OF THE CHINESE MINISTER OF MAGIC. She’d been groomed her entire life to one day succeed her father, carrying the entire wizarding population of their large country on her back. For the time being, however, Meihu planned to take advantage of her (somewhat) stress-free youth.
That is, until her idea of a vacation to New York City turns into a wild goose chase of magical creatures that have run loose, putting the secrecy of the entire wizarding community at risk. The Chinese Minister of Magic’s daughter being caught up in all the madness was most definitely not a good look, but how could Meihu resist helping her favorite magizoologist whose articles she’s memorized inside out and backwards?
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sanguinescamander · 1 year
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newt & his kisses
just a bit fluff, gn reader
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it wasn't rare for newt to become so absorbed in his work that the rest of the world simply ceased to exist for him; there was only one thing that stood as the exception to that: you. it also wasn't rare for newt to avoid actively seeking out companionship and company during his day to day rituals and routines - most of which centred around his beloved beasts - and once again, the only exception: you. what was, however, a rarity, was newt's utter infatuation with you, an infatuation that had previously only been documented between himself and the menagerie of creatures that frequented his briefcase. everyone in newt's life agreed that you entering it opened up an entirely new side to the man, a side that only you were permitted to explore, and even newt struggled to comprehend and express the depths to which you had infiltrated him and his character. newt had spent many an hour mulling over his besotted vision of you and the importance he placed on his relationship with you, having come to the humble yet vital conclusion that the only way he could wordlessly demonstrate the extent of his love for you was through kissing; to newt, words took up too much space between people and muddled feelings to the point of confusion; with a kiss, he didn't have to painstakingly piece together a confession of love or a decent way on commenting on your beauty. with a kiss, he could approach you with an offering of love at any given time in the day, whether it be a fleeting brush of his lips as he passed you on his way to feed his scutch of mooncalves or kissing your forehead as he placed your plate of dinner down in front of you or in the small hours when his mouth roved languidly over your body, exploring already marked territory. documented are just a few of newt's favourite ways and occasions to kiss you:
newt was precious with the time he spent away from his beasts and yet he always found the time to spend an extra ten minutes in bed with you in the morning. he was the type to wake up instantly at the same time every morning feeling refreshed, never having to set an alarm or force his way out of the sleep-warmed sheets, and you, still caught in sleep, cheeks warm and eyes heavy, offered the most endearing sight newt had ever known. he took it upon himself to coax you from sleep each morning, running his palms up and down the length of your spine, trailing the tips of his fingers along your cheek bones, up your temples and across the plane of your forehead, and, of course, pressing as many kisses to your skin as he could fit. he often hummed lowly to himself as he did so, the mousy curls of his hair, tousled with sleep, offering your skin tiny kisses of its own as he worked. when you were awake enough to respond to his ministrations with kisses of your own, he knew his job was done, offering you a softly spoken 'good morning' with a languid curve of his lips.
on occasion you'd join him in tending to his creatures, trailing him with buckets of food mix or doing inventory to ensure that none of the magical animals had fled the safety of newt's menagerie. this was one of newt's favourite times, when he could watch you converse with his prized beasts and answer all your budding questions regarding them. his two favourite things coming together: you and his work. it opened up a newfound softness within him, not just for you, but for the animals he had become so used to tending to as he watched the delicate attention you gave each of them in turn. sometimes he'd let you take one of the creatures back to the main house with him or out of the case for the night, often the qilin, which had grown to a considerable size. during these days, he'd graze fleeting kisses to your temples whilst passing you a package of bedding or food for the animals, his hand settling briefly on your waist in a ghost's touch. he'd seek you out at the habitat he knew he'd find you in, approaching on light feet to secure his arms around your waist and kiss the back of your head while mumbling about nifflers and marmites. you'd turn around to meet his embrace, your own lips finding the tip of newt's nose and he'd smile bashfully, pulling you closer to him.
newt wasn't really one for pda. he'd rarely stray beyond casual handholding or wrapping his arm around your waist whilst the two of you explored the streets of london shoulder to shoulder. but, like so many other things in his life, you had unknowingly managed to encourage more confidence in the man that exceeded a sureness of magical creatures and their environments. you could recall the first time he had properly kissed you in public with extensive clarity: the way he had turned to you whilst in line at a small local bookshop, his long arm snaking across your lower back to draw you in close, your chest bumping against his and the warmth of his shaky exhale over your face. he was nervous and yet he still closed the distance between the two of you, his lips quickly yet passionately covering yours whilst his free hand located your own to hold in his. he had pulled away with a little smile, bringing your hand to his mouth now and replacing where your lips had been with the skin covering your knuckles. you had gazed at him in awe, stomach reduced to a knot of nervous butterflies as if it were the first kiss you'd ever shared with him. your reaction to it had encouraged him to kiss you brazenly in public a handful more times since that particular incident in the claustrophobic little book store and he would always pull away with a knowing smile, his cheeks as red as your own.
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dawnsedits · 2 years
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Easing Fears
Secrets of Dumbledore spoilers!
Theseus’s imprisonment is a challenge he’s never faced before.
Theseus & Newt ~ 1k ~ AO3
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Danger was one of Theseus’s oldest, closest friends. It started early, with a younger brother like Newt, nerdy and awkward in the quirkiest way, a perfect target for bullies. Then he committed to becoming an Auror, and war followed soon after. He lived on the edge, surrounded by combat and death, still struggling to protect his little brother, and even when they both got home, traumatized and broken, he continued to seek it out, to fight it, to defend everyone who couldn’t protect themselves. It ran in his blood at this point, a constant shadow to the light he tried to cast.
But he had always been able to face it.
He had been scared before, sure. He had been bloody terrified. But he could push it down, set it aside, and focus on the fight, focus on finding the danger and fending it off, be it with words or intimidation or spells. It was easy, pretending not to be afraid then, with his wits about him and wand in hand and innocent lives counting on him.
Hanging upside down in the dark, bound and wandless, watching lights flicker out one by one, summoning a massive barbed tail to kill his fellow prisoners, a few seconds of screams abruptly cut off before the dissolved remains were tossed back to be eaten by the hordes of miniature versions of the creature…
He clenched his eyes shut, and still the tears slipped out, falling into his hair.
The seconds stretched into eternity, hanging in that cave, waiting with bated breath for his lantern to flicker out, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. He had no wand, he couldn’t loosen the ropes, he couldn’t even thrash or scream for fear of angering the creatures. It grated against his every nerve, every fiber of his being, every defense mechanism he had ever relied on rendered utterly useless at his uselessness. He could only drift in and out of sleep, slipping into the dream of rescue just long enough to believe it was real, only to be jolted violently back to reality by a new bout of screams.
Newt swiveling into his line of sight only made things slightly better.
He swallowed down the fear, cracking out a joke, clinging to being the unshakable brother he always had been for Newt, but the reality was that he still couldn’t do anything. He could only squat, lift his arms, and follow Newt’s lead, still waiting for the dream to turn into a nightmare, tremors running up and down his spine as they tried to sneak past the things that had waited to eat him for he didn’t even know how long, defenseless outside of those ridiculous movements. Defenseless and helpless, helpless to protect himself, helpless to protect his brother.
The light vanished.
The tail emerged from the abyss.
They ran.
The chaos separated them, cutting him off from his brother, forcing Theseus right back to the abyss, face-to-face with the massive creature. He screamed, finally screamed, and scrambled to get away, dodging collapsing rocks and grasping limbs and bolts of fire until he found Newt, until a wall collapsed and the chaos paused, just for a second, just long enough for him to take half a breath-
It grabbed him. Wrapped a limb around his waist and yanked, yanked him away from his brother, towards the death he had watched claim too many others. He dug his heels in, scrabbling for a grip, clinging to Newt’s hand, screaming for his brother when he lost his grip. Newt lunged, grabbing his hand, and they plummeted together, Theseus straining for the tie dangling from the Niffler’s mouth, the tie that he still didn’t know-
He hit the ground.
He hit the ground beneath a cloudy but bright sky, the brisk chill already seeping through his coat a welcome thing after the sweltering cave. He sat up with a groan, the wind knocked out of him, aching from the ropes, from the falls, and tore the remnants of the creature’s limb off him, hurling it aside and skittering away.
Newt’s hand stayed wrapped around his the entire time, a warm anchor tethering him to safety.
Safety.
Newt helped him up. “Are you- are you all right?” he asked, the words sounding foreign coming from him, the question usually asked the other way around.
Theseus closed his eyes and promptly reopened them, staring at the lake, the trees, the grass, the Niffler and Pickett, Hogwarts in the distance, at Newt trying his best to maintain concerned eye contact, staring until his eyes stung and he had no choice but to blink. “Mhm,” he forced out, nodding jerkily, squeezing Newt’s hand, praying he wouldn’t let go. “Just- just need a minute.”
Don’t hug him. Don’t do it. He hates it.
Newt didn’t look the slightest bit convinced, but he took the Niffler anyway, gesturing at the tie first. “It’s a Portkey,” he said, completely unnecessarily.
A laugh escaped Theseus, more hysterical than mirthful. “I figured.”
A smile ghosted across Newt’s face, hesitant, a fraction of his normal brightness, and in a flash of memory, his calls for Theseus burst into clarity, surfacing from the last blurred moments of consciousness as he was dragged away, dragged to what should’ve been his death.
Oh, screw it.
The hand wasn’t enough. He dropped it and threw his arms around his brother, careful not to crush the creatures, otherwise pouring every terrifying second of his imprisonment into the embrace, clutching a fistful of Newt’s jacket, burying his face in his shoulder. “Thank you,” he mumbled, “for coming to get me.”
To his surprise, Newt lifted his Niffler-free hand and patted his back, the clumsy awkwardness comforting in its familiarity. “You’re, uh, welcome.”
This time, his laugh was more relieved, more genuine, and he lifted his head, patting the side of Newt’s face, lingering for just a moment, convincing himself that this was real, that he hadn’t slipped into another dream. Newt smiled again, stronger, steadier this time, and when he didn’t waver, when nothing vanished, that finally gave him the courage to pull away. I’m safe.
We’re safe.
They shared a nod, Newt handing over the wand the Niffler had managed to snag for him, and together they turned, heading for Hogwarts, shoulders brushing every now and then as they hiked through the woods.
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poeticallyspiteful · 8 months
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Hi there.
Maybe a newt x f reader where reader its a healer ( doctor) . reader was a friend of theseus and they were working on a case from the Ministry of magic. Thank you so much ❤️
kiss it better
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newt scamander x reader
fluff (making out)
cw: unedited, blood, a lil bit of ~suggestiveness~/(okay a lot a bit of suggestiveness i write like a romance novelist sometimes lol sorry not sorry), making out, newt is ripped and hot as hell
summary: newt gets injured and theseus knows the perfect person to kiss it better.
notes: thank you so much for the request love!!! i wasn’t sure exactly what you were looking for with this one so i just used my imagination so i do hope you like it. feel free to request something more if you don’t though :))
16+ please!!
“theseus, this is ridiculous, let go of me.”
it was a small cut, just a little one. a small mishap with alone of his creatures, that was all. such a tiny little ailment.
“it is bleeding profusely and goes all the way across your stomach, newt!” theseus exclaimed, pulling his brothers coat sleeve like a child dragging their parents through a candy store. “she’s very nice, you know that.”
oh, newt knew you were nice— that was the problem. you were so nice, so pretty, so incredibly everything that newt could hardly bare it. years and years of friendship with you and he could hardly even contain his joy at the sound of your laugh, at the mere sight of you. it made it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to exist when all he could focus on was you.
“you’re working a case, theseus,” newt sighed, allowing his brother to pull him up the stairs to your apartment. “she’s probably reviewing files or something, it would be rude to interrupt her work.”
but the scamander brothers were already outside your door, and theseus was already knocking. before newt could brace himself for the wave of love sickness that would inevitably hit him the second he saw you, the door swung open and there you were; nice, pretty, perfect.
“hi newt, theseus,” you greeted, chest heaving (you may have ran across the apartment the second you’d heard their voices coming down the hall) “what can i— oh merlin’s beard.”
newt looked down, unsurprised to see the blood had seeped through his white shirt. he gave you a lopsided smile and you rolled your eyes, a pitiful attempt to avoid eye contact with the boyish man before you.
“come inside.”
theseus all but shoved newt inside, already straightening out his suit and brushing the left over floo powder off of his shirt. he looked up to you and his brother, unphased by the confused look on your faces.
“well, i best be off.”
you gawked at him. “your— your not going to stay?” you asked. he shook his head. “theseus! your brother is injured and you’re leaving?”
“we have a case!”
“it’s really okay,” newt said, bashfully, suddenly reminding you of the reason they were there.
scoffing, you turned back to newt, waving your friend off. “workaholic,” you murdered as you began searching for your emergency bandage kit.
and with that, theseus shut the door— but not before sending his brother a mischievous wink. newt felt a shiver down his spine.
sneaky bastard.
you finally found the small red box, pulling it open and rifling through it for a disinfectant and some gaws, as well as a mini suture kit.
glancing up at newt through your eyelashes, you hummed expectantly. “shirt off,” you ordered, some foreign sort of confidence surging through you.
newt swore all the brain cells left his mind. “pardon?” he chocked, suddenly not too concerned with his injuries.
“i can’t exactly fix you through the shirt. now c’mon, we don’t have all day,” you explained.
quickly, newt obeyed, shedding his baggy coat and undoing the bloodied buttons. very quickly, he felt exposed, but the bashful look on your face made him feel more smug than anything.
you had never seen newt shirtless before now, but my lord, did you wish the sight to be engraved in your mind till the day you died. you could see the viens that traveled up his tanned arms, and as shocked to see his biceps had been rather toned under that jacket all this time. his freckles spanned all down his chest and arms as well, dancing around the thin scars across him.
for a man so cute and clever, he was sure an enthralling sight to see.
clearing your throat, you finally looked down at the wound intently, relieved to see it didn’t look like too hard of a fix. with some shallow sutures and cleaning, he’d be better in no time.
“not too bad,” you murmured without thinking, entire body going cold at the implication. shit. the clever smile on newts face grew. “i— i meant the cut isn’t too bad, doesn’t look, y’know, infected.”
“good,” newt agreed, leaning back on his arms. his abdomen tensed at the movement and he hissed at the pain. “ouch.”
before you could look at him too closely, or think too much apparently, you knealt down infront of him. however, as he opened his legs to allow you space between them, you realized the predicament you’d put yourself in.
holy fucking shit.
you looked up hesitantly, feeling your heart race at the way newt looked down at you; nervous and kind, like he was just as surprised by your position as you were.
“this might sting a little,” you announced, trying to redirect his (and yours) attention back to the real reason you were on your knees.
carefully, you wiped the cotton pad across the cut, cleaning up the blood around the wound. newt hissed again, hands gripping the blanket laid across your couch. you had to will yourself to keep your eyes on the wound.
“almost done,” you reassured, finally looking up to see newts eyes screwed shut in pain. quickly, you dabbed at the far end of the wound, bringing your hands down quickly. “all done.”
newt sighed in relief, swallowing roughly. he glanced down to his stomach, feeling his head buzz as you looked back up at him. “whatcha thinking, doc?” he teased.
you could’ve died at the irony. you could not tell him what you were thinking right now.
“well, it’ll only need a few stitches at the edges there on the left, but it should be fine otherwise. just some bandages and you’ll be good,” you answered.
“no magic?” he asked.
“sadly, my regulations to do these sorts of healing charms only spans as far as britain,” you replied. “i’m working on getting the papers here in the states, but for now, just my handy work.”
newt smiled, another grin which made you weak in the knees. “your handy work is quite good.”
you ignored the heat in your face from the praise as you began you sutures. you felt newt shiver under your hands as they fluttered across his stomach, tracing the stitches and looking for any imperfections. finally satisfied with the stitching, you taped some bandages across them, and stood up once you were done. three easy steps, and nothing went wrong—
as you took a step back, you stumbled over the edge of your rug, fumbling backwards as you tried to regain your balance. before you realized what had happened, you felt newts hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you forward.
and forward was onto his lap.
you had spoken too soon.
you caught yourself with a tight grip on his bare shoulders, the skin soft and hot under your hands. your face was barely an inch from his, and your eyes met his in a brief moment of panic.
“s-sorry, i just didn’t want you to hit your head on the coffee table,” newt whispered, eyes darting form your eyes to your lips and back again nervously. he seemed very regretful of his action at first, but he didn’t budge to move you off of him, hands gripping the flesh around your hips.
“t-thank you,” you stammered, gathering all your strength not to squirm in his arms, your heart beating faster than your blood could pump.
newts eyes found yours again, thumbs making small circles in your hip bone. “have i ever told you that you’re very pretty?” the low rasp of his voice could’ve made you faint on any ordinary day, but given that you were practically straddling him, nothing could’ve made you more lightheaded. “especially up so close.”
“newt,” you whispered.
“what, love?”
“please kiss me.”
newt closed the gap without a second thought, kissing you gently. his lips were soft, but needy, pulling away and coming back for more over and over and over again. his hands traveled from your hips all the way up to your head, resting on your jaw. you moved your hands up his neck, playing with the curls on the nape.
you whined as he pulled away entirely, pulling him impossibly closer to yourself. “why’d you stop?”
“isn’t there a rule about strenuous activities post surgery?” he teased, laughing as he pressed another kiss to your lips briefly; he had waited too long to do this and he didn’t wanna stop now. “making out seems pretty strenuous to me.”
“i’ll kiss it better.”
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moonys-wrld · 7 months
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hear me out, Newt Scamander with an animagus boyfriend who's just as shy as Newt so he stays in Newt's briefcase to keep a 24/7 eye on the animals and whenever Jacob enters the case for the first time he panics and turns to his animagus form which is like a cat or dog and Jacob is just like "oh shit, a normal animal!" and Newt is just like "yeah no that's my boyfriend" forgetting that Jacob doesn't know what an animagus is. I must write this now,,
(psst, anyone can use this idea as well! if you do use it tag me so I can read what you come up with!!)
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his brother’s keeper - m. 
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 ⤷ summary: after yet again pining for his brother’s girl, newt finds himself stuck between his brother and the woman he is in love with...quite literally.
𓇬 word count: 8.0k 𓇬 pairing: theseus scamander | fem!reader | newt scamander 𓇬 genre: smut, porn with a little plot  𓇬 rating: 18+ 𓇬 warnings: profanity, depictions of spiked drinks 𓇬 kinks: voyeur, cuckholding, breeding, creampie, menage et toi, oral (fem recieving), anal mdom/femsub/msub 𓇬 author’s note: Something you can think of as a sequel to rumors, or a stand alone one shot. I will definitely not see the pearly gates after this, I am so sorry in advance! I may be a bit rusty so please be gentle and accept this late Christmas gift as a New Years surprise. Expect more from me soon. ;)
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     It was usually in conditions like these, when the streets of London were slick with cool wet, and the biting cold spread mist from hot mouths filled the air, that made a time meant for cheer and love, one of desolate solitude for those less fortunate. Whatever the circumstances may be, it is in these times Newt Scamander often found himself alone. Though, if you were to ask him yourself he would deny the accusation and snarkily ask if one could ever be truly alone when surrounded by magnificent creatures. Despite the best efforts of his brother, who cared for him most earnestly, Newt hadn’t spent the holidays with him in years. 
      He had his reasons to be sure. Back when Theseus was engaged with his childhood friend Leta, there was no doubt an awkwardness. The younger Scamander brother was in love with the Lestrange girl. To see his brother have what he had longed for since he first met her put a strain on his heart. Newt was not bold in any sense of the word. Being forward with a woman never came easy to him. When he’d lost the chance to win Leta’s heart he swore that when he found himself enamored by another woman he would make it clear to her his affections.     In came Tina Goldstein, an American auror who he found himself entangled with on a trip overseas. He felt something for her—a kind of attraction that was different from the one he felt for Leta, but an attraction nonetheless. Tina was tall and beautiful and treated him with more respect than anyone ever had. But even that effort fell short. Tina had become more dedicated to her work and her sister. There was no room for him in her life at the moment. The two drifted apart succeeding the events of Grindelwald's rally in Paris. He returned to London, and she to her own affairs.     That had been nearly three years ago. Newt did well on his own, he felt. His creatures keep him busy enough. Getting through the day was easy. The nights were the hardest. At night there wasn't anything busying his mind from thinking of you.     Newt started to believe he was cursed to always fall in love with women he couldn't have. Whoever it was must have been especially cruel to make him fall for his brother’s girlfriends. That could be the only explanation. Otherwise,  he was just a sick, perverted man who desperately needed therapy. Little did he know two things can be true.    It wasn’t as though it were intentional. When it came to Leta, he had loved her first. Theseus just happened to get her. You, however, was something he did not expect. He was acquainted with you, only knowing and conversing with you when Leta was involved, considering you were her friend. It wasn't until she died that he got to know you better. During that time, Newt stayed with his brother and swore to stay by his side and help him and the ministry in capturing Grindelwald. Theseus grieved, and Newt was there to care for him, and so were you.     You would come by with food and insist on helping clean the apartment. The gesture was kind, especially when you were going through your own grief. Newt wondered if you used your kindness and instinct to help others as a way to distract yourself from the pain you truly felt. He was able to prove his theory right after many nights alone, drinking gin and fire whiskey, when he got to know you more intimately.     Theseus never knew, but in those first few months he spent grieving, Newt had grown rather fond of you. You were funny, kind, a great cook, and you listened to him, something no one else really did. The day he discovered your relationship with his brother he was disappointed, to say the least. Once again, Theseus had managed to take someone else he cared about. Newt often wondered how different things would have been if he had kissed you that night as you so desperately wanted him to. The same night when you had drank one too many gin and tonics and found the Scamander family album hidden in Theseus’s bookshelf. That night you somehow wound up on top of his lap, flipping through embarrassing baby pictures and evidence of his pubescent awkwardness. You were too drunk to notice how tense he was underneath you, or how with every shift of movement, or every laugh you chuckled, your ass pressed against his crotch.     When you came across a picture of Newt his mother had taken of him on the first day working at the Ministry when he was sixteen, you gushed over how ‘adorable’ he looked. Newt blushed. Then you said something he didn't expect.     “I see what Leta meant. You were always cute.”     Newt didn't know what to say. You positioned your head on his shoulder to look up at him. Newt was never good at eye contact, but he found it hard to tear his eyes away from yours.     “You have pretty eyes,” you slurred suddenly with a smile stretched across your lips. He could smell the alcohol on your breath your faces were so close.     “So do you,” he said, surprising himself with his own brazenness. It was true. You had two pretty (e/c) eyes like none he’d ever seen, even when they fluttered and stared blankly up at him in an intoxicated daze. But it was only with the help of the three glasses of gin he had earlier that helped him say it aloud.     Your smile grew wider. Your hand went to cup his left cheek. “I never understood Leta,” you mumbled. “How could anyone look past you?”     He’d wanted it so bad. To feel your lips against his would be his greatest reward after all he’d been through, after all his shortcomings. If he were a lesser man he would have taken advantage of your drunkenness. But you could barely sit up on your own, and he couldn’t tell how long it would be before you lost consciousness and fell asleep on the couch as you had done several times before.     “Kiss me, Newt,” you asked. “Please.” It was the first sentence you hadn't slurred since the gin entered your bloodstream. In a moment of weakness, his hand caressed your cheek. His thumb swiped over your bottom lip and he heard your breath hitch in your throat.     You were so beautiful and there you were, begging him to kiss you. Begging for something more by the way you pressed your body into him and looked desperately at his lips through half-lidded eyes. And maybe if he had four gin and tonics instead of three he would have given you what you wanted. But he was more sober than you and he respected you far too much to take advantage of you in your current state. What he had to do afterward took all his restraint.     The next day you greeted him in the kitchen with the same kind smile you always gave him as you prepared breakfast. The matter was never brought up again and Newt assumed you simply didn't remember. He saw no point in bringing it up himself. Before he knew it, it was too late. Theseus had set his eyes on you and wasted no time claiming you as his. Newt could not touch you, no matter how badly he wanted to.     And so, once again, Newt found himself in love with his brother’s girl. Constantly keeping her on his mind, constantly yearning for her, but always stepping back. He was still close to you, which only made it harder.     For the past year, he’s kept the secret of that night. But that wouldn't stop him from thinking of it, and all that could have been, just as he was doing now, lying in his bed with his hand wrapped around his cock. If only he could have you with him now and feel your skin on his, taste the salt of your sweat, and feel the heat of your body. He could only imagine. But even in his imagination he was the happiest man on earth. Theseus must have felt like God.     Unbeknownst to him, he would get a taste of that feeling the very next day. In the morning when he woke up, he found an owl waiting for him with a letter. It was an invitation, from you no less, to join you and Theseus for a Christmas dinner later that evening. In truth, Newt had been so busy tending to his creatures the past week he had forgotten how close Christmas was approaching, let alone that it was Christmas Day.     The thought of spending an evening with you was enticing. It was Theseus’s presence that made him second guess. He loved his brother, that was no question. He probably loved his brother more than anyone else in the world, which is why he could sit silently as he continuously watched him have everything he ever wanted with no protest. That didn't mean it was easy. It was hard to see you with him, even harder than when he had to endure Leta with him. At least then he had Tina as a distraction. Now there was only you and he could see no one else better than you.     Had it been Theseus who sent the letter he wouldn't have agreed to stop by. He might not have even replied. But since it was you, and only because it was you, he sent an owl confirming his arrival.     On the other side of things, you were ecstatic. It had been some time since you'd seen Newt and you considered him one of your closest friends. You knew Theseus would love having his little brother visit for Christmas and felt it would be the perfect present for him.     You had told Newt to come a couple of hours earlier than when you would be expecting Theseus. When you opened the door you greeted him with a bright, toothy smile and open arms. Newt hugged you back awkwardly and stepped inside.     “Everything is cooking in the oven now,” you said. “I’m just finishing up the pie for dessert. Come, have a drink in the kitchen.”     Newt followed behind you. You looked adorable in the tacky red and green Christmas sweater you wore over your long white dress. You made him a drink and started on your creme pie.     “It’s so good to see you, Newt,” you told him. “I was afraid you couldn’t make it. I know how busy your creatures keep you.”     “It’s good to see you too,” he replied. “Bunty insisted she stay and help while I am away. She claimed she had no other plans.”     You pouted your lips. “That’s awful!” You said. “You should have told me! I would have gladly invited Bunty over if I knew. No one should be alone on Christmas.”     Newt smiled softly. There you go again, always thinking of others. As the two of you sat in the kitchen you caught each other up on your lives. Things were going great for you, Newt discovered. You had recently gotten a promotion and received a medal for your efforts spying abroad for your department and gathering intel on Grindelwald and his acolytes.    Newt told you about his own travels abroad, searching for and rescuing creatures whenever he could while doing his own work for Dumbledore to support the cause. He told you stories of the places he’d been and the creatures he’d seen, even promising to let you visit his home to see them for yourself. “They’d love you,” he said.     Before he knew it, the two of you were sharing a glass of wine on the couch while the food kept warm. Then you shared another, and another, and another while you both waited for Theseus to return.     “He works later these days,” you tell Newt. “There’ve been days where he doesn't come home at all. Just stays up there, drooling over papers in his office. I worry about him sometimes.”     “That’s my brother,” he says. “Always working harder than anyone else. Always having something to prove. In some ways I’m jealous.”     You chuckled. “Jealous? How so?”     “He’s always so,” Newt paused, searching his brain for the right word. “Dedicated. Determined. He sets his mind on something and won't stop until he does it. He’s always been like that.”     You turned to face him next to you on the couch, sitting on your legs and propping your elbow on the back of the couch to lean your head against your hand. You peer at him quizzically. “But you’re like that too.”     Newt scoffed. “No I’m not,” he chuckled as he took a sip of his wine.     “Yes, you are!” You insist. “You’re very determined and dedicated to your animals. You have done things many others are too afraid to do; all to protect the things you love. Even Theseus admits you are much better suited to be an auror than he is.”     Newt raised a curious brow, a coy smile on his face. “Really?”     You nod. “He’s very amazed by you—admires you, even. As do I. You’re very brave, Newt. No one is more determined or dedicated than you.”     “There is one person,” Newt muttered.      “Who?” You asked, genuinely curious about his answer, prepared to playfully berate him for his humbleness.     “Theseus.”     “Well, he doesn't seem to think so,” you say.     “But he is,” Newt quipped, whipping his head to look you in the eye. The energy in the room shifted, and though both your brains were fuzzy from wine, you could tell the moment had gone from playful to serious.     “He is,” he continued. “He wanted to become head boy and he did. He strived to be the best auror at the ministry and he is. He wanted Leta and he got her, and when he wanted you, he got you.”     You were silent as you listened, unsure of where exactly Newt was going with his ramblings.     “I could never do that,” he admitted. “If I could, you would be with me now, not him.”     Now it was the wine talking. You were surprised. Newt’s face was red, but at this point, it wasn't clear if it was because he was embarrassed, frustrated, or tipsy.     “What do you mean, Newt?” You asked, your voice soft and sweet. His expression softened, and he looked at you in such a way your heart fluttered in your chest.     “You are so beautiful,” he proclaimed, making your face burn hotter than it already was. “I should have told you that a long time ago. If I were as forthright as Theseus I would have told you I loved you the night we almost kissed a year ago on this couch.”     Newt chuckled at your stunned expression, unable to say a word. “You don’t remember, but you were beautiful then too. You sat right here in my lap and you held my face in your hand and begged me to kiss you. I would have if you weren’t intoxicated. I wanted to talk to you about it the next day but you had already forgotten—”     “I didn't forget,” you spoke finally. Now it was Newt’s turn to be surprised.     “What?”     You put your wine glass down on the coffee table and scooted closer to Newt on the couch. Your knees touched his thigh, but neither of you moved.     “I didn't forget,” you repeat, clearer this time. “We were drinking while Theseus was asleep in his room one night. I had found your family album and we looked at it together when I asked you to kiss me.”     Newt frowned. “If you remember then why didn't you say anything?”     “I was embarrassed,” you reveal. “When you didn't kiss me I thought that I made a fool of myself. That you rejected me. When you didn't say anything afterwards I figured that was it. That you just wanted to forget and stay as friends.”     Newt couldn't believe his ears. All this time you had remembered that night and thought he held no feelings for you. He was spiraling in his head, you could tell by the way he distantly stared into his glass of wine.     “Newt?” You called out to him, taking his glass and replacing it with your hand.     “This is what I mean,” he said finally. “I wasn't determined. If I were like Theseus I would have talked to you regardless of whether or not I thought you remembered. I would have told you how wonderful it felt holding you in my arms and how desperately I wanted to press my lips against yours and taste you on my tongue. I would have told you how much I love you.”     Your stomach turned excitedly at Newt’s words. You squeezed his hand tightly. “Newt...”     He stopped, realizing what he just said. “I...I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I don’t know why I’m saying these things.”     “That would be the veritaserum in the wine,” said a deep voice behind him.     Newt turned around and found his brother, Theseus, standing under the archway to the foyer.     “Theseus,” He stammered and quickly stood to his feet.     “No need to get up, brother,” he said calmly. “It wasn’t as if I didn’t know.”     On the couch, you held up the wine bottle and inspected it. “How did veritaserum get into the wine?”     “I drugged it,” Theseus said simply as he walked past Newt and took a seat across from the couch in an armchair.     “Why the hell would you do that?” You asked Theseus angrily.     “Because this morning you said Newt accepted your invitation to dinner. Because I knew the real reason why Newt hasn't visited me in months is that he feels guilty for loving you knowing you’re with me,” he explained. “And I didn't want to have a Christmas dinner with a brother who resents me and sulks across the table pining for you. So, I put veritaserum in the wine I knew you wanted to drink tonight and left the two of you alone, hoping my baby brother would finally confess his feelings. And he did! Now we all know.”     You shot up from your seat and glared at Theseus. “This is cruel Theseus. You had no right!”     “I will admit it was slightly unethical, but I don’t see the harm in it. Aren’t you glad that Newt confessed his feelings?”     “Yes,” you answered instantly, though, of course, not of your own free will.     Theseus then turned to Newt. “And don't you feel better having finally told her?”     “Yes,” Newt admitted.    Theseus smiled. “Good! Now everything’s better.”     “You aren't upset?” Asked Newt.     Theseus looked at him as though he were confused. “Why would I be upset?”     “You’re not upset that I’m in love with your girlfriend?”     Theseus pursed his lips in thought before shifting his eyes to the half-empty bottle of wine. Standing to his feet, he walked towards the coffee table and grabbed the bottle by the neck. He took a swing of the truth-spiked wine and put it back down.     “Why don’t you ask me again.” He said.     “You’re not upset that I love y/n?” Newt once again asked.     Theseus smiled almost tenderly at his brother. “No.”     The older brother walked back to his chair and sat down, leaving you and Newt stupefied. “I do, however, wonder how you feel, darling.” He said, now turning his attention to you.     You furrowed your brows. “Me?”     “Do you love Newt back?” Asked Theseus.     Newt’s eyes fell on you. Your mouth opened and took a breath in preparation of your answer, but it closed as soon as it happened. Your glare on Theseus sharpened.     “What are you playing at, Theseus?”     “Don’t try fighting it,” he said. “You won't be able to lie so just answer. Do you love him?”     Your eyes flickered over and connected with Newt’s, who was looking at you expectingly. Your eyes softened and the tenseness in your shoulders fell away.     “Yes,” you whispered.     Newt couldn't believe his ears. Everything happening at this moment felt surreal. Just a few minutes ago he thought he had embarrassed himself once again, having confessed his feelings to his brother’s girlfriend right in front of him. He was prepared to be punched and thrown out and for his brother to hate him for the rest of his life. But instead of being angry, Theseus was encouraging him. He encouraged you and finally, he got to hear you say words he’d only dreamt of you saying. You loved him. Oddly enough, despite how it came about, Newt couldn't be happier.     “Kiss her.”     Newt was pulled from his thoughts and his shared gaze with you. You both turned and looked at Theseus who sat cooly in the armchair.     “Didn’t you hear what she said?” He asked. “She loves you! Stop standing there like an idiot and kiss her!”     “Theseus—” you began to speak, but Theseus stopped you.     “It’s okay, love,” he assured you with his gentlest voice. “Let him kiss you.”     The energy in the room for the second time that night, all because of Theseus, who ironically was the calmest person in the room. But there was something about the aura permeating from him that domineered over everyone else. His gaze burned into them as he stared, waiting for Newt to do as he commanded.     Every part of him wanted to turn around and walk out the front door and never speak of this again. He would go home and lay in his bed and do his best to fall asleep and forget everything that happened here tonight. Every part except the one that wanted to turn to his side, take you in his arms, and kiss you the way he should have that night. It was that part of him that won over all his better judgments.    In an instant, Newt’s lips were on yours. He held your face in his hands and pressed his body flat against yours. You were taken aback. You’d even yelped when his lips first touched yours. It was a while before your body finally relaxed and you closed your eyes, leaning into the kiss. Your lips began to move with his and he felt your hands lightly grip the sides of his waist, still unsure.     Theseus leaned back in his chair and said nothing as he watched. Newt’s tongue darted from between his lips and licked a stripe over your own. Your mouth opened for him willingly and he wasted no time exploring your mouth. He moaned at the taste of you. The feeling of your tongue swirling around his made his cock twitch in his pants. You could feel it against your thigh and your breath hitched in your throat.     “Don’t stop,” ordered Theseus with his hand over his pants, palming at the growing hardness straining against the fabric.    Newt kept his mouth on yours, only moving his grip around your face down to your hips. Your hands fisted the fabric of his shirt and you pressed your body into him, yearning to be closer. Newt stumbled back until the backs of his legs hit the couch and he broke away from the kiss to sit down. He spread his legs outwards and pulled you down onto his lap. You straddled his waist and his hips bucked upwards, longing to connect. A soft moan fell from your lips and he swore hadn't heard a more beautiful sound. Soon lips were back on yours.     “Tell her how pretty she is, Newt,” Theseus instructed.     Newt pulled from your feverish kiss and pushed your hair from around your face. “You’re so beautiful, y/n,” he said. You looked down at him through half-lidded eyes dilated with lust. Your lips twitched into a smile as you began salaciously grinding your hips against him, feeling the bulge of his dick against your slick heat. Newt hissed and watched you from below, moving his hips along with you, admiring your form hovering above him as you pulled your sweater over your head and threw it on the floor.     “Show him just how beautiful you are, sweetheart,” Theseus commanded. His voice was low and husky. He watched the two of you closely, palming his own arousal.     It was of no concern to the two of you, however. Newt was so encompassed by you he could barely pay any mind to his brother watching across the room. Of course, there were thoughts screaming in the back of his head telling him how fucked this whole situation was, but they were nothing more than muted whispers compared to you rubbing against his cock.     Just as Theseus commanded you showed Newt how beautiful you were when you took a hand and pulled down one of the straps to your white dress and freed your arm, repeating the same to the other. Taking his hands from your waist you brought them to your chest and helped him pull your dress down around your waist, revealing your breasts.     You felt Newt’s cock jump at the sight of you. He could only stare slack-jawed as you placed his hands over your beasts and guided him in pressing them against each other in a continuous circular motion while you rubbed your clothed clit against him. Your soft pants filled his ears as his low grunts filled yours.     “Newt...” His name fell breathlessly from your lips.     He had pumped his cock to the thought of you moaning his name many times before, but it barely held a candle to what it felt like to hear the real thing. Your name fell from his lips just as easily and he once again captured your lips in a heated kiss while he massaged your breasts.     Across the room, Theseus had his hand wrapped around his cock, slowly sliding it up and down as he watched his girlfriend shamelessly hump his little brother. You were the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. The way your hips moved against Newt could rival even the best of strippers. Your pretty moans filled his ears and he couldn’t help but reminisce about the many times he'd made those same sounds come out of you. To hear it in person is a gift. To feel your lips was a blessing. To feel your tight cunt wrapped around his cock was the best thing a man could ever feel. There is no greater present than fucking you, and Newt didn’t even realize that Theseus had just given his brother the best Christmas gift a man could ask for.     “Tell her what you’re thinking, Newt,” Theseus breathed.     Newt licked his lips. He did his best to gather his thoughts which were wall focused on you.     “Go on,” you said through shaky breaths. “Tell me.”     Newt moaned and pressed a trail of kisses on your bare shoulder and neck. “I’m thinking about how amazing you are,” he grunted out. “I’m thinking about how long I’ve wanted you and how good it feels to finally have you.”      You loved hearing Newt praise you. You loved the feeling of his hands and lips on your hot skin.  “Keep going,” you urged, moving your hands up his chest to unbutton his shirt.     “I think you’re perfect. I think that Theseus doesn't realize how lucky he is to have you,” he said boldly, piquing both your and Theseus’s interest. “You should have been mine. I would take good care of you—f-fuck!”     You had reached the top of his pants and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his hardened length. He wasn’t bigger than Theseus, but he certainly was thicker. Your hand slid up and down his shaft, only stopping to collect the precum leaking from his tip on your finger to put them in your mouth. He watched in awe as you licked and sucked your fingers clean.     “God, I want you,” he growled in your ear as your hand reached for his cock. “I want to be inside you. I want to feel you,” he said through labored breaths.     “Give him what he wants, love” Theseus spoke up. “Let him feel you.”      You sat up on your knees and hovered over his hips. Pulling your panties to the side with one hand you used the other to guide Newt’s member to your center. Both your breaths caught in your throats when he entered, stretching you open with his thick cock. Feeling you around him was unlike anything he could ever dream or hope. You were slick with arousal and he easily slid in and out of you, filling you up in all the right places. Your moans filled the room as Newt sucked on the supple skin of your neck. His hands and fingernails dug into your soft skin as he held you close and it felt as though the two of you were the only ones in the room.     Newt’s name sweetly slipped past your lips. Yours flittered through the air from his own. His hips rolled into yours with a precision you had no idea he was capable of. If he’d allowed it, the two of you would have lost yourselves in each other, forgetting the third presence in the room. But that wasn't going to happen.     Standing from his seat, Theses moved towards the couple and took a seat next to them on the couch, his hand still wrapped around his dick. “Does it feel good, my love?” He asked you.     “Yes,” you breathed.     “Does my little brother make you feel good? Do you love the way his cock stretches your tight little hole?”     You moaned at his dirty words, lulling your head back as Newt's lips wrapped around your nipple. “Y-yes,” you stammered, your hips rocking faster against Newts. “I love it. I love the way he feels inside me.”     “I know you do,” Theseus hummed, his breaths hastening. “You want him to make you cum don’t you, baby?”     You nodded excitedly and Theseus smirked.     “Newt, help her cum,” he said. “She likes it when you speak to her. It turns her on hearing all the dirty things you’re going to do to her.”     “Is that true?” Newt asked you once he pulled his lips from your pert nipples. “You want to hear all the things I want to do to you? Like how I’m gonna fuck your sweet cunt until you’re shaking a quivering under me? How...How I’m gonna fill you up so full with my cum you’ll end up with twins!”     He and Theseus laughed.     “See,” Theseus chuckled as he lifted the fabric of your skirt to reveal the sight of Newt’s cock pumping in and out of you. “She likes it! Look, she’s so wet your cock is soaked!”     Newt looked down and marveled at how wet you were. You took him so well and his cock disappeared inside you with ease. Newt held the skirts of your dress up so he could watch—so they could both watch.     Theseus’s hand rubbed the inside of your thigh. “Do you want me to touch you too, baby?” He asked politely.     You opened your eyes to look at your handsome boyfriend. He had long since undone his tie and unbuttoned his own shirt. His large cock was being tugged by his right hand and you nearly drooled at the sight of it, suddenly missing the feeling of having it shoved down your throat. You loved it when Theseus touched you. His hands were always precise, knowing exactly where to pinch, caress, and stroke. Like how he was rubbing your thigh right now, knowing how sensitive the skin on that area was for you. Your eyes connected and you ached seeing how dark his once baby-blue eyes had become.     “Yes,” you nodded.     Theseus wasted no time pressing his fingers on your aching clit. He rubbed your most sensitive part while his hand teased his own cock. Between his fingers and Newt’s dick plunging deep inside you, your body buzzed with pleasure. The air in the room grew hot and sticky and a symphony of soft moans, grunts, and pants melded with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the slick wetness of your dripping cunt. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening and your eyes shut, desperately chasing that feeling.     “Are you close, darling?” Newt asked once he felt you tighten around him.     “Y-yes!”     Theseus’s fingers rubbed faster to help you get there. “Watch her, Newt,” he urged. “When she comes, it’s the most beautiful thing you’ll ever see.”     Newts darkened hazel eyes trained on you. His grip around the dress wrapped around your waist tightened and her wrapped it around his arm and held your hips steady. His hips snapped upwards, changing pace. You bounced on his cock, your moans growing louder and louder.     “Cum for me, please,” Newt begged, now reaching his own release. “Let me see it. I want to see it. Show me, my love. Show me how beautiful you are when you cum. Please show me.”     He pressed open-mouthed kisses on your chest and neck, his eyes never leaving your face. Theseus’s breaths quickened as well, his pace on his cock matching the pace of your hips rising and sinking on Newt’s member. One of your hands wrapped around the base of Newt’s neck, taking a fist full of his hair. The other grabbed Theseus’s wrist and held his hand in place over your clit. A few more pumps and several flicks was all it took for your body to seize up, tightening around Newt's cock as your whole body trembled. Your moans caught in your throat, struggling to escape. The knot inside your stomach had broke and you came harder than you ever had in your life.     Newt came not long after you, sputtering your name as he did so and holding your hips down, burying his dick deeper inside you and making sure every drop of his cum spilled inside. “F-fuck,” he choked out.     Theseus had cum too, clear, white ribbons of his seed spilled into his hand and onto his abs. He wiped up what had spilled with two fingers and held it up to your lips. You were still dizzy from your orgasm, but it didn't stop you from obediently opening your mouth to suck Theseus’s cum from his fingers. Newt watched as you did this. Your skilled tongue licked and wrapped around Theseus’s long fingers promiscuously, ensuring you cleaned up every last drop.  It was enough to get him hard and twitching inside you again.     “That’s a good girl,” praised Theseus with a smile on his lips. “Isn’t she a good girl, Newt?”     “The best,” Newt agreed.     Theseus pulled his fingers from your mouth and replaced them with his tongue by reaching up and pulling you into a deep kiss. It was slow and purposeful, as if he were trying to show off in front of Newt who had no choice but to watch uncomfortably as your tongues swirled passionately in each other’s mouths, earning your soft whimpers. Inside, he hated how much it turned him on.     As you both pulled away, you captured Theseus’s bottom lip between your teeth and playfully tugged it away before letting go. Theseus’s hand quickly flew to tightly wrap around your neck, keeping your eyes trained on him. He smirked. “Look at you, darling. Still asking for more. Aren't you tired?”     Your hand reached down to grip his cock as an answer, making him laugh. His grip around your neck tightened.     “What? Was my brother’s cock not enough for you? You need to have mine as well? Or perhaps you want us both at the same time. Is that it? You need me and my brother to fuck you senseless like the greedy little cock whore you are?”     You clenched at the thought of having both Scamander brothers filling you up at once. Newt felt it and your increasing arousal started to drip down his balls.     “I think she does,” said Newt. “Will that satisfy you, my love? If Theseus and I fucked you within an inch of your life and pumped your selfish cunt full of cum? Tell us you want it.”     You’d never seen this side of Newt. You didn't even think he was capable of saying such filthy things. He was always so sweet and temperate, being shyer than demiguise. But here he was, spurring you on with his debaucherous words. It only made you want him more.     “I want it,” you say and salaciously grind your hips into Newt, making him hiss due to how sensitive he still was.     “Beg,” Theseus demanded. “Tell us how badly you want it.”     Your cheeks burned red hot from embarrassment. Theseus smirked mischievously because he loved watching you squirm. You always begged so nicely for him with your pouty lips and round doe eyes. His little princess. He only wanted Newt to see and appreciate it too.     “Please,” you begged shamelessly. “I want to feel you both inside me. I need to feel it. I want it so bad. I want to make you both feel good.”    “You want to make us feel good?” Theseus repeated. “Such a sweet little girl you are, wanting to please us. But we all know your secret.”     Theseus turned to Newt. “Should we give her what she wants?” He asked.     Newt looked up at your pleading eyes, so sweet and innocent despite them begging for him to fuck you. How could he ever deny you?     “Yes,” he said finally. With that, Theseus picked you up with ease and carried you upstairs to the bedroom. Newt followed behind and once Theseus placed you on the bed he began fully stripping himself of his clothes. Newt followed his brother’s actions, closing the door behind him and peeling off his shirt and pants. You watched them under the candlelight, admiring the two beautiful brothers and their different bodies.     You’d seen Theseus naked a hundred times before but it never ceased to excite you. He was large in every sense of the word. He was tall and had a wide, muscular chest with strong arms and thighs to match. Newt’s body was new and different. Newt was tall as well, only a couple inches shorter than his older brother. Surprisingly, Newt was more muscular and lean. His abs were more pronounced and taut in comparison. Both brothers were freckled, the younger of the two having more of them with accompanying scars. They were beautiful. Having two gorgeous men naked in front of you made you feel nervous and self-conscious. Without realizing it, you had pulled your dress up to cover your body. But Theseus was having none of that.     He crawled over to you on the bed, moving your hands and pulling your dress back down to your waist. Newt sat on the bed as well and pulled the dress down the rest of the way, discarding it on the floor. Theseus trailed kisses up your stomach, chest, neck, and face until he reached your lips. He kissed you passionately and tenderly, reaching for your right hand to intertwine his fingers with yours while Newt peppered soft kisses up your legs and thighs. Their attempt at relaxing you and distracting you from your thoughts worked, and you melded with them both.     “Theseus...” you whispered against his lips because you knew how much he liked hearing it. He shushed you, pecking the corners of your lips.     “Just relax, darling,” he muttered. His hand left yours to grab your thigh, spreading your legs apart.     Newt’s kisses lingered on your inner thigh, nipping, sucking, and biting the sensitive flesh. You trembled under their touch, not sure what to expect next. Theseus hovered over you on your right, covering you with kisses and massaging your breasts while Newt neared dangerously close to your core.     “Such a sweet girl,” Theseus said between kisses.     “I wonder if she tastes just as sweet,” said Newt.     “She does,” Theseus confirmed. “But you’ll just have to taste for yourself.”     The sudden feeling of Newt’s warm tongue licking a licentious stripe along your heat made you gasp. He kissed and sucked on your lower lips, occasionally darting his tongue in and out of your entrance. He licked up and down your dripping cunt before finally swirling his tongue around your clit. Your hips bucked and twitched as he drew figure-eights with his tongue over your sensitive bud. Theseus held your right leg while Newt held down your left, ensuring you kept your legs open for them.    “F-fuck, Newt,” you sighed and closed your eyes, resting your head back into the fluff of the pillow.     Theseus was sucking the skin at the crook of your neck, determined to leave a mark. His hand on your thigh trailed closer and closer to your center until his skilled fingers reached your entrance under Newt's chin. He easily slid his longest digit inside and curled it upwards, instantly finding that spot he knew so well. He pumped his finger in and out, making sure to brush against your g-spot. Soon he added another finger and quickened his pace. Between Newt’s assault on your clit and Theseus’s fingers deep inside you, you were ambushed by another orgasm. White flashed behind your eyes and your hips spasmed. Newt sucked on your clit and Theseus vigorously fingered your hole as you rode out your high until you became too sensitive to touch and begged them to stop.     “No, no, no, baby,” Theseus muttered in your ear. “We can’t stop now,” he said. “We haven't ‘fucked you within an inch of your life’ yet.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. They weren't done with you yet.     Newt came up from between your legs and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. “Can you taste it?” he asked. “Your sweetness. I can’t get enough of it. I don’t think I ever will.”     Your lips chased his, wanting him to kiss you deeper. You were sandwiched between the two men, Theseus at your back, and Newt before you. You felt Theseus’s cock press flush against your ass while Newt's poked between your legs.     “Are you ready for us, darling?” Theseus asked as he nibbled at your ear.     “Yes,” you answered against Newt’s lips before he slid his tongue back down your throat.     Being as gentle as they could, the two brothers eased their cocks inside of you, introducing you to a whole new sensation. You had never been stretched out like this, with two cocks filling your holes at once. It was strange and slightly uncomfortable at first. They knew this, which is why they took their time, distracting you with their mouths and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and ensuring you were okay.     “You’re doing so well,” they’d say.     “You feel so good.”     “You’re so wonderful, darling.”     “Are we hurting you, sweetheart?”     “Relax for us, my love.”     Theseus’s hand once again found your clit and he began lightly circling it with his fingers to give you some relief. It didn't take long for it to work and your body opened up for them with ease. They pushed deeper inside, inch by inch until they were fully sheathed in your flesh. They both whispered their own set of curses, letting out soft grunts and moans as they began slowly rocking their hips into you.     “Fuuuck,” Theseus moaned. “This ass is so fucking tight. You’re being so good for us, darling.”     “So, so good, love,” panted Newt. “You make us feel so good.”     Your high-pitched mewls and pretty sighs were like music to their ears. They completely engulfed you, body and soul. The world simply slipped away and nothing else mattered besides them, Theseus and Newt, making you feel better than you had ever felt before. You couldn't get enough of them, nor could they get enough of you. You were intoxicated by their scent, their bodies, and their moans. In your minds, you all tried to comprehend how lucky you all were to be in this moment. Nothing could be better than this. Nothing.     “This is it, isn't it?” Theseus panted in your ear. “Your secret. You’ve always wanted this. To have your holes stretched out by our cocks. Does it excite you, my darling, fucking two brothers? One just wasn't enough, was it? You had to have both. Well, now you have it. Now you’re taking our cocks like the good little girl you are, just like you wanted because we decided to give it to you. You should thank us. Go on and thank us, darling. Tell us how much you appreciate being filled up and fucked, blinded by your own pleasure.”     “T-th...Thank you,” you choked out, tears brimming your waterline. “Thank you so much! I wanted this. I always wanted this!”     “Good girl,” Newt praised, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Such a good, good, girl for us. We’re glad to give it to you...Whatever you want, y/n. Whatever you want—a-ah!”      Newt’s thrusts got faster and sloppier, as did Theseus’s. They both worked hard to bury themselves deep inside you. It came to a point where both their cocks were brushing against your g-spot, one after the other. You felt the knot in your core again, that delicious, evanescent knot tightening, ticking like a bomb about to explode and send you to your euphoric escape.     “Oh, God!” You gasped, digging your nails into the skin of Newt’s back and Theseus’s thighs. “Don’t stop! P-please...right there! S-Shit, I love you!” You proclaimed. “Both of you. God, I love both of you so much!”     This seemed to excite them even more, something you didn't know was possible. They thrust into you faster than they ever had before, their winded breaths filling your ears.     “I love you,” Newt breathed. “So...so much...More than anything.” He kissed your lips.     “I love you too, darling,” grunted Theseus. “My sweet girl...Always.” He kissed your lips too.     In that moment the three of you bonded, body and soul. You all came at once, their bodies falling flush against you, twitching in satisfaction. For a while you just lay there as they held you and listened to the sound of their breaths while you waited for the sweet, buzzing feeling to dim. When it did, Theseus got up to fetch a towel from the bathroom, leaving you and Newt cuddled up on the bed, whispering sweetly to one another. They helped clean you up and embraced you with their warmth. You just stared at them, sharing kisses, twirling hair, giggling, holding hands, and gazing lovingly into their eyes. There wasn't much to say. You all knew. You didn’t need to say it. You could feel it in the room. You were complete.     “Do you smell something burning?” Theseus asked suddenly. You and Newt sniffed the air and your eyes widened like saucers.    “THE FUCKING TURKEY!” You gasped, and struggled your way out from between your two lovers, picking one of their shirts from off the floor to cover yourself as you ran downstairs to save what was left of your forgotten Christmas dinner.     Newt and Theseus smiled to themselves and chuckled. There was an awkward silence as they lay there alone, both unsure of what to say or do next.     “I do know how lucky I am, by the way.” Theseus was the first to speak.     “I know,” said Newt.     Theseus turned to his brother. “You can be lucky too...If you want.”     Newt blinked, not fully believing he’d heard what he thought he heard.     “She loves you,” said Theseus.     “She loves you too,” Newt reminded him.     “I know. And we both love her.”     “And we both love her.”      It was as simple as that.     “Thank you, Theseus,” said Newt.     Theseus scoffed and playfully pushed Newt’s shoulder.     “Happy Christmas, Newt.”     “Happy Christmas, Theseus.”
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Newt Scamander Headcanons (meeting him and falling in love, Male!Hogwarts! student edition)
So I finally had an idea and time to write, here's some headcanons I managed to scrounge together before the lack of motivation steals my ideas. This is a masc-aligned reader but no specific pronouns are used, I hope you all enjoy this!
CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine-aligned, and male readers!
God, he’s adorable
Legit the sweetest person ever
And he absolutely loves you
He is quite utterly smitten with you
(For the sake of plot-) 
He met you at Hogwarts and has damn near been hooked since day one
During the sorting ceremony, hearing his name you couldn’t help but giggle
I mean, Newt is not exactly a common name, nor is the last name Scamander
But it was a rather respected name at Hogwarts given his older brother’s record as a prefect
For the entirety of your first year, you two were in every class together
Not just potions or beasts together
Every
Single
Class
Potions, beasts, defense against the dark arts, flying, magic history, herbology, charms, astronomy, and even transfiguration together
He would always pay the most attention in beasts and defense against the dark arts
While you could only pay attention to him
He always got so excited during beasts when the professor would pull out a new creature for everyone to meet and learn to take care of
And he was very good with them that the professor often gave extra points to Hufflepuff because they liked Newt so much
You were okay with beasts, nowhere as good as Newt but good enough for straight A’s in the class
Growing up together it was almost inevitable that you two fell for one another
Spending every class together in your first year, then more time outside of classes the next several
As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t get the courage to ask you out
Any time he’d try he’d just get too nervous and start glancing at his feet and the walls before brushing it off
You of course were not going to give up on getting this man
Any time you had the opportunity, you’d flirt with him
It was always adorable how red his cheeks and ears would go when he’d realize what you were saying
Sometime in your 6th year there, you managed to get him to walk with you to the lake
Precisely one of the old Willows near it
“Newt, are you alright? You look a bit red in the face”
“Oh, um, yes I’m fine, just a bit cold out today, and I forgot my scarf in the dormitory”
“Here, have mine, you clearly need it more than I do” 
He didn’t even get a chance to protest before you wrapped it around his neck and made sure it was snug
“There we go, nice and warm”
He ducked his head into the scarf to “hide” his blush, although he did a poor job of it
“Thanks…why did you ask me to join you at the lake, it’s far too cold to go swimming”
Standing beside the tree you took a deep breath
“Well, I…I wanted to ask you something Newt”
He nodded his head and hummed in acknowledgment
“We’ve known each other since our first year, and you’ve always been a wonderful friend to me, but, I have realized that I like you more than just a friend… and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to be my boyfriend..”
He stood there wide-eyed and shocked, he never expected you to reciprocate his feelings, let alone confess first
However, his reaction made you start to think he didn’t like you back and you immediately began to back-peddle the conversation
“Well of course you don’t have to say yes and if you’re uncomfortable knowing that and being friends with a queer like me you can leave and never look back, only makes sen-”
He cut you off before you could continue rambling by pulling your face to his and kissing you
Now it was your turn to be shocked
Unsure of what to do, New pulled back and started to pull away from you, worried he went too far
Only to get pulled back in seconds when you processed what was going on, kissing him back and much better this time
From that day forward, you two somehow became even more inseparable
I’m sure Theseus was tired of hearing about how much Newt loved you and missed you by the end of the summer between your 6th and 7th year
Good thing that he didn’t have to go back and deal with it all in person
Some of those Hufflepuff students have seen much more than they bargained for
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mayabooowrites · 5 months
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A Lovers Lies
Summary: three months after Tina and Newt's breakup, she sees Newt out with another woman.
Toxic Newt
Three months had passed since Newt and Tina's heartbreaking breakup. Tina was trying her best to move on, but the wounds were still fresh, and the pain lingered within her.
One crisp autumn day, as Tina was going about her usual routine, she happened to catch a glimpse of Newt walking hand in hand with a pregnant woman. A woman who appeared to be in the late stages of pregnancy and ready to give birth.
Her heart sank as realization dawned upon her.
The pain and confusion that she had pushed aside were suddenly like a raging storm within her.
Tina's eyes widened as she watched them with disbelief and anger. It all started to make sense. Newt had left her because he had cheated on her and gotten this woman pregnant
Determined to confront them and demand the truth, Tina crossed the street and approached them.
"Tina?" he stammered, trying to compose himself. "What are you doing here?"
Tina's voice shook with an amalgamation of emotions as she pointed accusingly at Y/N's growing belly. "Don't try to deny it, Newt. You cheated on me with her!"
Y/N looked at her with curious eyes, unaware of who Tina was or what she was talking about. On the other hand, Newt wore a mask of surprise mixed with a touch of panic.
"Newt, who is she?" She asked, her voice filled with innocence.
Ignoring Y/N's question, Tina took a step closer to Newt, her voice tinged with sadness and frustration. "I know the truth, Newt. You cheated on me and got her pregnant. Don't deny it."
Newt's eyes darted nervously between Tina and Y/N. "Tina, your doing this again? I thought you were over me, but you're back to trying to break up my relationships."
Tina's heart shattered. She had hoped deep inside that Newt was incapable of such manipulation, but the evidence seemed to be staring her in the face. Defeated, Tina turned and walked away.
Years passed, and Tina saw glimpses of Newt and Y/N occasionally, always with their toddler daughter.
She watched as the toddler ran around, blissfully unaware of the tangled webs that had brought her into this world.
Determined to make one last attempt at reaching Y/N, Tina approached them cautiously. Newt recognized her immediately, his face etched with worry.
"Tina," Newt spoke with an air of superiority. "Will you ever stop trying to ruin our lives?"
Tina's voice quivered. "Newt, please, stop treating me like I'm crazy, and tell your wife the truth of how you convinced that child."
But Newt laughed dismissively. "You're still convinced I cheated on you, even years later? That's just sad, Tina."
Tina took a deep breath,  "Y/N, please listen to me. I know you may think I'm crazy, but Newt cheated on me years ago, and your child is the result of it."
Y/N's face contorted with confusion and disbelief. She looked at Newt, searching for the truth. Newt, ever the expert manipulator, quickly interjected,
"Tina's lying, Y/N. She's always been obsessed with breaking us up. Don't listen to her."
Y/N hesitated momentarily. Slowly, she shook her head and turned away from Tina. "I'm sorry, Tina, but I can't believe you. Newt has never given me a reason to doubt him."
Tina's heart sank as she glanced at the little girl beside Newt. She saw innocence in her eyes, untainted by the lies and betrayals of the past. Newt escorts his wife and child away far from Tina's view.
She had tried her best, but it seemed that Y/N was too far gone, caught in Newt's web of lies. Too consumed by the fantasy that Newt had woven around her. She had lost herself in his lies, unable to see the true colours shining through.
Years later, Tina occasionally read articles about Newt, Y/N, and their daughter. The sight would bring a mixture of pain and resignation. She had done all she could to expose the truth, and now she had to accept that some stories would forever remain shrouded in secrets and deception.
Newt had successfully manipulated Y/N, painting Tina as the villain in their love story. 
Maybe one day, the truth would reach Y/N, and justice would prevail.
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can I request an animagus!reader x platonic!Newt Scamander where the reader has just become an animagus, and Newt finds them in their animagus form (maybe a lynx or kneazle) and takes them in? He doesn’t know it’s the reader and the reader stays in animagus form to see what happens and mess with Newt
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Platonic! Newt Sacamander  x Animagus! Reader
Words: 2350
Google docs pages: 4
Warnings: None, I believe
Opening: The reader is a new kneazle animagus who gets found by Newt on accident. The reader recognizes Newt from some time ago, but decides against changing forms to see how far they could go before Newt would realise who the creature truly was. 
AN// Any pronouns for reader! Haha, I didn’t even realise how much I missed writing for this man. Thank you for the request, I hope it's to your liking. (Oh, and thank you for the other requests I’ve also gotten, I’ll get to those as soon as I can! ^^)
                                  “Are you lost?”
You hadn't meant to change forms now, but after completing some…unofficial work as some might call it, you had to make sure no one was after you and it just kind of happened. Not that you hadn’t been trying to turn for the first time, you had been but without any success. There wasn’t much time to get used to the form, but you knew enough about magical creatures to pinpoint what your form might have been. It also turned out your new form was a great getaway, especially from places where there were kneazles roaming around anyway. No one would pay no mind to your escape. 
Only, while checking that no one was after you, a man passing by noticed you. You being too busy frantically looking around caused you to not notice him though. This allowed him to get rather close, but far enough to not be able to touch you. The surprise of a wizard staring at you caught you off guard, and as much as you’d hate to admit it, a hiss left your muzzle. Your movements, as far as you knew, weren't too graceful either, most likely resembling an injured animal rather than a kneazle used for guarding. The man took a respectful step back, kneeling down to your level. You stared back at him with a fierce expression, trying your best to scare him away. Surely, like most people, he knew that the kneazles around here were used as guardians. For all he knew, he could have gotten attacked by you, not that you’d do that to him of course. Your speckled fur rose up, big ears pinning back as you showed your sharp teeth to him. The man didn’t seem afraid, even more oddly…he seemed to try and relax even more. At this point, you knew that even a real kneazle would have come to the conclusion that this man was to be trusted, but you were no house pet. You didn’t need to be taken back to your home, you didn’t even live here. No matter how kind this man was. But he did seem insistent on trying to get your trust, for whatever reason that may have been for. 
Newt offered out his hand. The kneazle seemed more scared to him rather than trying to chase him away. This kept him persistent on trying again, thinking that the creature might have been hurt for the way it was moving. “Did you get lost? You’re quite far from home, if you did.” He smiled, keeping his hand out before his eyes lit up. “Would you like a treat?” He kept speaking in a calm tone, not wishing to scare you.
It was when he had begun to speak that the realisation had hit you. The wizard trying to get you to come to him was someone who you had met briefly before. Newt Scamander, you remember his name being. That must have been why he seemed so calm around you, ignoring any warning signs that you had given him. It now felt like he knew how to handle your form better than you yourself. Embarrassing, but thankfully you’d never have to admit that to him…
The realisation must have calmed the way you looked, and the wizard had taken that as a ‘yes’ to his offer. You watched as Newt opened the briefcase he always carried with him, putting it against a corner of a house. The place was so far on the edge of the living area, no one ever came there. Except for you and him it seemed.
 Keeping your eyes on the man, you saw him climb into the briefcase, soon a hand poking out as if the wizard was inviting you to join him. Reluctantly you took a couple of steps closer, looking down into the briefcase. It seemed like a house, not even a small one that was. At the bottom of the ladder you saw Newt again, he was holding a piece of meat in his hand which he showed to you and then placed down on a table, coming back to the end of the ladder. He held out his arms, asking for you to come down. He did still believe you had just gotten lost, but perhaps you could have some fun before ultimately you’d have to reveal yourself to him. Before that though, you’d have to figure out how to turn back…
With that, you stepped down and allowed Newt to catch you. You looked around the briefcase as the wizard set you down and held out the treat yet again, lowering it to you. The thought of eating in your animagus form almost made you recoil but if that was what had to be done in order for your plan to work, you’d do it. You took the rather small piece of meat from him, munching it away while he leaned on a table. When your eyes travelled back to him, he seemed to be thinking.
 Thinking of what to do with you now. It was getting quite late, and he didn’t want to bother the residents at night by knocking on their doors, asking if someone had lost their kneazle. Which meant he’d either have to let you wander the night alone or keep you in the briefcase until the sun rose up again. Which of he chose the latter, of course. “Right, I suppose you’re going to have to stay with me. It’s okay, we’ll find your home tomorrow.” He smiled with the same gentle smile you had seen before and reached down to you. Newt waited for you to sniff his hand, as if letting you recheck if you trusted him before he allowed himself to pet your head briefly. 
A gush of air hit your face as Newt pushed himself away from the table, and walked to the kitchen, continuing on to a place in the ‘house’ that you had heard animalistic noises from, your heightened senses allowing you to smell other creatures in that area. With cautious steps you followed along, watching as he fed the other creatures. You knew he was well informed on magical creatures, and it showed. All the creatures had their own assigned habitats, and Newt seemed to know exactly how much and what to feed them. Heck, as far as you knew he was treating you like you had read all kneazles should be treated. It rather warmed your heart to see him care for the creatures so deeply, even if some may have claimed them as dangerous and as something to never go near. 
Though, the feeding meant that you had time to explore without his attention being on you. Your paws turned, trotting back to the kitchen area where after some thinking you decided to jump on the counter. It wasn’t a graceful jump, and as much as you’d hate to admit it, you did have to drag yourself up to be able to fully stand up. While walking to the other side of it, you made note of what had been on it. As you were about to jump down the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor almost echoed in your ears before you could cast a look towards the man. He seemed almost just as surprised to see you on the counter, a playful smile on his face as he got closer. “Be careful, I haven’t yet checked you for injuries!” You jumped down, running away but not far enough to not hear him. “Hm, were you looking for food as well?” Newt’s voice spoke again as he made sure that nothing on the counter was broken. “Come on then, you’ll get some too.” He hummed, seemingly happy to have a visitor. 
You had made your way to where the habitats were, eyes wide as your much smaller form marched past huge creatures, some you had never even seen before. While in your thoughts something had managed to sneak up on you, tugging your tail for a few times. A rather rough hiss came from you while turning around, finding a small, almost blue-ish creature sitting behind you. As soon as it saw the opportunity, which was the clear confusion on your face, it scattered away. Your gaze followed it run and get picked up by Newt. The expression on his face looked as if even without seeing he knew the creature must have met you. “You met Teddy, then?” The creature named ‘Teddy’ climbed onto his shoulder, not keeping it safe for much longer as Newt picked you up as well, carrying you as he walked. 
You didn’t look, but you felt his eyes on you every now and then. As if he was thinking about something, making notes of your behaviour. 
The wizard had heard the rather odd hiss coming from you earlier. He had his doubts about you, thinking that maybe you lacked some of the high intelligence the kneazle usually had or perhaps it was something else making him suspicious of you…or perhaps you were just injured. Either way, he set you down, you only now noticing he had brought you back into the kitchen. “Be careful around the habitats, better not get too close when they’re eating you see.” He spoke to your animagus form, as if you’d understand. Of course you did, but he didn’t know that. 
A bowl was placed on the ground, slightly under the table so he wouldn’t accidentally step on it or kick it while walking by. “There you go.” Another smile. While sniffing the food, you could feel his eyes examine your form, but he couldn’t find any signs of bruises or injuries.  With that he retreated himself to his room, and as if no time had passed the sounds of writing began to chime from behind the curtain he seemed to use as a door. 
You were not eating again. Not in this form at least. Though, you were getting thirsty but there was absolutely no way you’d be able to turn on the faucet without him noticing. So it became a waiting game. Waiting until he’d fall asleep and you could figure out how to turn back to your human form. 
Eventually the waiting paid off. The noises of writing and pages being turned stopped and you could have sworn you heard the bed sheets move as he settled down. Some of the creatures had calmed down as well it seemed, even better for you. 
With a couple of careful glances to your sides and a long sigh, you sat down and closed your eyes. What felt like hours of concentrating worked, you were back to your human form. It felt oddly nice to be standing on two legs, to be able to reach the countertop without having to jump on top of it. Though, the first couple of steps you took were clumsy. 
You opened some of the cabinets and soon found a glass which you filled with water a couple of times and drank. To your fortune and maybe to Newt's misfortune he had left some bread on the counter as well, a night snack for you. 
While working on preparing some food for yourself, someone had woken up. He was staring at you from the corner of his bedroom and it didn’t take long until you could feel eyes on your back. Assuming it was either the ‘Teddy’ creature or one of the free roaming bird-like ones, you turned around calmly only to find Newt staring at you. You froze and it almost felt like time had done the same, but the environment soon warmed up as Newt laughed gently. “I thought there was something odd about the kneazle I rescued.” He walked closer, leaning on the kitchen table. He seemed calm enough on the outside, but you still felt the need to apologise. “I- I’m sorry, Newt. I should probably leave, I know you don’t like-” The stutter mixed ramble was interrupted by Newt putting his hand up. “It’s quite alright. Only a surprise to meet you again like this.” He spoke, a hint of awkwardness in his voice but he seemed to hide it well. “You never told me you were an animagus?” He asked, Newt's voice now filled with interest as he got to bring up the topic of magical creatures once more. “Not necessarily a registered one, so I don’t tend to bring it up…” You grinned a little awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck as you retreated from the countertops and seated yourself around the kitchen table. “Ah, I see. I’m assuming you don’t use the form often then either?” Newt hummed, taking your earlier spot. “ He reached into the cabinets. “O-oh, no. I- This was actually the first time it worked.” You said, knowing your clumsy movements in the form must have seemed odd to Newt. The wizard’s eyes moved back to you, slight worry mixed with interest in his eyes. “Are you feeling alright?” The question slipped from him so suddenly. You blinked a couple of times. “Oh yes, I suppose. Got some getting used to, I suppose.” You tried to smile, only now feeling the exhaustion from the changes. Newt took a moment to say anything. “Would you like some tea? I was coming to make some for myself earlier but..” He smiled. You bit your inner lip in embarrassment, not letting it show. “Sure.”
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sweetdreamsshifter · 2 years
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Grudges - Chapter Two (Welcome In)
Newt Scamander x Fem!Magizoologist!Reader
Word Count- 1,807
Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name
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At 10 am sharp, Y/N heard three sharp knocks on her door. She quickly set the notes she had been reviewing down and answered the door, being met with Newt and the group he'd somehow managed to pull together. She was thankful her past self had managed to lease a large apartment while allowing everyone in.
"Hello, my name is Y/N L/N. I suppose you all know Mr. Scamander to some extent, and if he can trust you, I guess I can too." The young woman addressed everyone politely while Newt simply observed. Amazing, he thought, that she could go from miserable to tolerable depending on the people around her. Suddenly the woman you learned was Queenie let out a shocked gasp and turned to Newt, who looked at her in shameful shock.
"Um, hello. My name is Tina Goldstein, Queenie's older sister. We've been working with Newt for a few months now. I believe I've seen you around MACUSA's magizoology department. It's a shame we never met before. I work for the auror department." Tina said to you, causing Y/N to smile. She was glad that Newt's friends didn't seem to dislike her as much as he did. Y/N was then introduced to Theseus Scamander, the kinder of the brothers in her eyes, and a man named Jacob-
"Wait, you invited a no-mag on our mission?!" Y/N shouted at Newt, causing everyone to jump.
"You said to invite who I consider trustworthy. Jacob has been helping us for months now, in fact, he's helped me find and recapture more magical creatures than anyone here-" Y/N dragged Newt out of the living room and into the closest room she could find.
"How dare you risk our mission for your selfish desire to be with your friends. I trusted you to be helpful to this, but you seem to want us in more danger!" Y/N screamed at him after casting a silencing spell on the room.
"I haven't done anything of the sort, in fact, YOU'RE the one who will risk our mission! You can't seem to come across anything that displeases you without screaming and making a scene!" Newt replied, not shouting like the woman pacing around, but clearly angry at her.
"We have a group of people we can work with and trust despite their magical abilities. It's up to you now to work with them or cause more of the fighting our bosses wanted us to avoid." Newt said, making Y/N feel as if she were a child being scolded once again. After a few moments of silence she replied.
"Fine. One no-mag. If he gets even the slightest bit distrustworthy, we obliviate the mission from his mind. Understood?"
"Why not obliviate all of magic from his mind as you're legally supposed to and turn me in?" Newt asked, subconsciously trying to pester the woman even more. 
"I might not want to work with him, but I'm not so cruel as to take a friend out of someone's life. I only want everyone to be safe." The girl responded, hurt hidden under her angered face.
"Let's go. We have a mission to figure out." Y/N walked out of the room, a smile on her face and an apology to Jacob for her rude introduction. Newt almost felt he should feel whiplash from how fast Y/N could change her emotions when talking to him and then other people.
Soon, everyone was seated at Y/N's dining table, the information the supervisors gave her and Newt laid out across the table. 
"Okay, so, just a recap for my notes; the lethifolds are disappearing in both the USA and England, they always disappear when it's rainy or dark outside, and witnesses have either been killed before they can explain anything or obliviated to forget everything about themselves." Y/N recapped, looking around the group to make sure she was correct, looking at Newt the shortest amount of time.
"Okay, so how should we go about this?" Theseus asks, a hand rubbing his temples with a look of confusion on his face.
"Well, we're constantly getting reports of blackmarket trading at The Passage Brewery on thirteenth street. Maybe we could go there a few nights this week." Tina says suddenly, causing Y/N to smile and nod at her, Queenie soon following her lead while Theseus and Jacob mutter their agreements. Newt, however, keeps quiet and refrains from agreeing. While the others seem to ignore or not notice this, Y/N does.
"Newt, do you have any other ideas of where we can start? I only ask since you didn't seem to agree with Tina's plan." She asks, suddenly drawing attention to him. His face flushes as she tries to hide a smirk at his lack of response.
"We-well I was just considering it still. I don't, um, no, I don't really know what else we can do until it rains…" Newt stammers.
"So it's settled! We'll go tomorrow and Friday for sure. We should all pair up, it would be safest if something happens, and easiest to blend in, worst case scenario." Y/N states, starting to plan out how everyone would pair up and go about the pub. Newt couldn't help but feel jealous of the way she took charge so easily and so quickly. He hadn't realized he was zoning out until he felt a hand shake his shoulder, forcing him from his thoughts.
"Newt, I said that you and I were ordered to stick together, so we'll have to pair up both nights. Is that okay with you?" Y/N asked him quietly. Newt nodded his head, only just realizing that the others had wandered away from the table.
"Oh, shoot, it's 12:27! I was supposed to give Theo his potion at 12, oh I hope he isn't in too much pain. Excuse me, Newt, I have a broken mooncalf ankle to attend to." Y/N quickly stood from the table and opened the purse kept near her feet, climbing through and closing it promptly. 
Newt was left in shock. He hadn't realized that other people would enchant bags like him, much less house magical creatures in them. He had been briefed by Mr. McFey and Mr. Beckonfeld about Y/N's history with creatures before she had joined them in the meeting. He knew she worked with magical and non-magical creatures from a young age and that she was the most respected magizoologist in the department head's eyes despite her age and gender. Yet, he was still shocked everytime he was reminded of these facts. It's not often that someone has as much, if not more, knowledge on magical creatures as him. Soon after Y/N disappears into her bag, she reappears, causing Newt to startle out of his thoughts once again.
"Um, I was wondering if I could give you something." She asks, a look of reluctance on her face.
"What is it?" Newt didn't mean to reply as harshly as he did, but he didn't realize until after he saw the shock on her face.
"I was just wondering if you had any sick or injured creatures. I- well- maybe it'd be easier to just show you…" She says, motioning for Newt to follow her into her bag. He does so quickly, taking in the surroundings of her bag. 
The interior isn't nearly as large as his, but he's still shocked at the size. Inside is a private workshop. The walls are covered in a pale wallpaper with simplistic flowers, the floors are wooden with rugs scattered along the floors. One wall is entirely bookshelves, and almost every shelf is filled. He chuckles when he realizes you left the top three shelves of each bookshelf untouched as you couldn't reach them. Another wall, the wall across from the entrance, has a door and large window that lead to the outside portion of the bag. He can see a few habitats that seem less detailed than his in the distance and many creatures roaming throughout them. On the wall closest to the staircase entrance is a cauldron and shelves filled with what he assumes are herbs and potion materials, as well as filled and empty bottles. Near the center of the room is a large table covered in markings, potions, feathers, and a few notes. On the final wall, there is a desk covered in notebooks, some thrown open, some closed, some completely torn of their papers. Above the desk is a board Newt can barely see. Before he can further inspect the board, Y/N's voice pulls him towards the cauldron.
"I've been creating a new potion for healing bones. You see, Skele-Gro is extremely painful to the user and takes at least 8 hours to fully grow back a bone, and 3 to fix one. While that might seem reasonable for a person, it's much harder for a creature. I've finally come up with a final potion, but I've only used it twice. So far, it's been successful. I recently rescued a herd of mooncalves who, well, I truthfully don't know what happened to them, they were just left in an abandoned barn I had been passing by, but anyway, there were a few with broken bones. I first gave my potion to one of the calves who had been the worst off, and in a matter of ten minutes, she was back on her feet as if three of her legs hadn't been broken. I got no complaints, no sounds of pain, just a happy baby very quickly. The reason I ask you down here is to give you this." Y/N held up the bottle she had been filling with potion while she talked.
"This might be helpful to you someday. I know you have bigger creatures than I do, so I wanted to give you something that might help them quickly. They only need three drops for it to work. I'd suggest hiding it with a treat as it can't taste too good. While I haven't tested it on a person yet, I intend to use it on myself if something happens on this mission." At this point, Newt was convinced Y/N had forgotten he was there, watching her with amusement as she subconsciously rambled and paced her workshop. Soon, though, a shout from Tina led the two back to Y/N's apartment.
"Y/N? Oh, there you are, I was just wondering where we were to stay. We don't want to invade your privacy or put you in danger-" 
"Oh, please stay here! I have more than enough room, and my lease will end soon, so if something happens, I won't be too easy to trace." Y/N replied, closing her bag and carrying it as she and Tina left Newt in the kitchen to deal with the potion Y/N had given him and to remember why he disliked her so much.
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krispypotato · 1 year
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WHY is there no fanfics with Newt Scamander and sex pollen? There is so much there to write. Easy to get him and the reader into the situation, they were looking for a very elusive creature. Some super adorable awkwardness that finally gets overcome a little. The normally super shy Newt lets loose and relaxes more than he normally would, feeling comfortable enough to ask for what he really wants. SOMEONE WRITE THIS!
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