#newt scamander x y/n

[poeticallyspiteful]

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

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.”

#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander #fanfic #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fbawtft #newt scamander x y/n #newt scamander x you #newt scamander fluff #fluff #newt scamander imagine

[madisonshoneybun]

Hello! I would love to see Newt with a girlfriend who his nifflers can't get enough of. As soon as she comes by they're all over her but they never steal anything shiny she's got on. Thank you! 💖

A Nifflers Love

Warning - None

Pairing - Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary - The nifflers love you. All they want is your attention. Whether you're wearing the shiniest necklace or the dullest watch they see you as something much more important.

A/N - OMG, I'm so freakin happy right now! Thank you so much for suggesting such a cute idea! I seriously can’t thank you enough! Prompts or ideas really get my creative juices following so feel free to make as many suggestions as you like! I’m more than happy to write them, especially such cute ideas like this! This goes for anyone who comes across this post too!

Words - 1132

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Newt wasn’t surprised when all his creatures fell for you. It honestly made him even happier when he’d see how some of them got so excited to see you and would miss you when you weren’t around. But one thing he didn’t expect was the nifflers loving you as much as they did. When it was just the one, he was shocked to see Teddy make a bee line for you. The little thing crawled up your leg and held onto your neck. Newt reached forward to get her off, fearing she might take your necklace but upon closer inspection she was just cuddling close. She was rubbing into your neck and licking your hair, almost like she was trying to groom you.

You let out a giggled when she accidently licked your ear. “What’s wrong love? You want cuddles?” You asked, moving your hands to hold her closer to you. You held me like a newborn baby pressed into your shoulder. And you rocked her too, singing softly as Newt stared at you with admiration. God did he love you. Seeing how you handled Teddy made him fall in love with you even more and a small part of him began to wonder what you look like holding a real baby. His baby. A blush crept up his neck at the thoughts running through his mind.

Teddy almost seemed to be your familiar. [A/N: animals (some say animal-shaped. spirits) that serve a witch in various ways, whether as servants, messengers or even spies] She came with you where ever you went, just like how picket was with Newt. She’d sit on your shoulder, hide in your coat, or chill in a small bag you began to carry around just for her. Once she had her babies though, she stopped doing this. She mostly stayed at home but would still cuddle and nuzzle you whenever you stepped foot into your shared home with Newt.

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“Hello Teddy, are you doing alright?” You asked. She was panting and whining in pain. She was in labor and the most you could do to help was sit with her and speak to her. You brought your hand to rest under her head, rubbing your thumb against her face causing her to lean closer to you. Newt was with you as well, but he was there mostly to make sure everything was going well and that Teddy, and the babies, were safe. It was a long labor but eventually all 3 of her babies came into the world safely, thanks to Newt.

Once she was done, she nibbled at your hand, pulling your closer to her babies. You felt hesitant, seeing how tiny they were and worried you might accidently hurt them but Newt reassure you. You hand covered them completely, like a blanket. You wondered if they would like you as much as Teddy does, maybe they’d be different and go back to their normal way of just wanted anything shiny. You were so wrong.

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Newt came back home, having been denied permission to travel once again. It was starting to weight on him and made him feel a level of sadness he’d never felt before. But walking into your shared home he tried to hide him feelings. Beginning to look for you so he could have some sort of physical contact.

“Y/n?” You didn’t reply

Newt’s first place to check was always the basement. It was the biggest so it just made sense but after a good look around he couldn’t find you. When he made his way back to the stairs, throwing a quick glance to where the Nifflers were held, he froze. They weren’t there and you weren’t there. Had they gotten out? Were you looking for them? He rushed back up stairs checking every room again.

Finally, all he had left to do was check the bedroom. 

He walked over, gently turning the knob and peaking inside. The sight before him eased him immediately and brought the biggest smile to his face. He leaned against the door frame and watched you closely.

You had all 4 of the Nifflers on the bed. Your body curled into itself on your side while Teddy laid near your face and her head resting on your neck. Then the babies. They were all over, one laying inside your shirt nuzzling into your chest, another close to your stomach, your arm draping over it and hold it closer to you. And the last one had made a nest in your hair. It was by far the cutest thing Newt had ever seen. He wished you could stay like this forever, looking so peaceful and beautiful.

With a quiet sigh he walked further into the room and closed the door behind himself. He was trying to be as quiet as possible as to not wake you. He slipped on his shoes, undid his tie and gently folded his coat. He reached into the closet and grabbed a thin blanket. It had been pretty hot recently, so he didn’t want to make you overheat but even then he still worried slight about you being even the tiniest bit cold. Then, after laying the blanket on top of you and creatures he crawled in behind you. Slowly spooning you. 

Even in your sleeping state you moaned and melted under his touch. His arm trying to gently rest under your neck and the other wrapping around your torso. 

“Newt...” You mumbled in your sleep, moving a free hand to interlock with his. He chuckled, holding you. Every worry and fear washed away as you laid together. For a moment he felt like nothing else mattered and that later, once you had woken up, he’d open up to you about how he was feelings. And you’d be there to support him. Every step of the way.

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#newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x you #newt scamander x y/n #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fbawtft #niffler #baby niffers #fluff #newt scamander fluff

[gulnarsultan]

Ok but imagine newt and you having some "intimate" moment and when newt turns to his nightstand to turn on the lamp (so he can go to the bathroom without tripping on his own feet) he just sees Teddy -who's slowly putting a stolen coin into his pouch- staring right at his soul. idk why put i laughed my ass off thinking about it

You have written a very funny and sweet script. I like it.😊🥰

Reader and Newt are resting in their beds after a sincere and loving union. New sits up in bed to get water. However, he turns on the lamp so as not to be clumsy. Meanwhile, he notices that Teddy is on the nightstand trying to get the coin.

"Teddy."

You are smiling at this sweet scenario. Moments with Newt are never boring.

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[rowniebow]

mercy | newt scamander x male reader

Summary: You and Newt have been put in a sticky situation. Newt has been the hot commodity lately, but you were all too ready to bargain. 

Warnings: Angst

Reader: Male, muggle

Parining(s): Newt Scamander x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.9k+

masterlist

Your eyes focused on the cold cement ground you sat upon. Your knees were pulled to your chest. Your head was pounding from all the stress and commotion. You couldn’t help but wonder where you would be as of right now if you had denied the strange British man and stayed working at your nine-to-five factory job. Would you still reside in your pathetic, run down apartment across from Gerda who shared her butter and you shared your eggs with? Would Jerry still be belittling you about how lazy you are at your job? Yes. Most likely Jerry would still be an asshole.

But, most of all, would Newt be in this situation if it weren’t for you? You can’t help but think he would be sitting at home taking care of his creatures if it weren’t for you agreeing to join him. That, at least, is what you said to convince yourself you were okay with what was all happening. Convincing yourself you were at fault for the bad things so your “solution” to the issue - this decision you were making for the both of them - wouldn’t be as painful.

What were you to do, though? When someone shares their most vulnerable feelings with you, and you share your own, are you really supposed to just watch them up and leave without you when their hand is extended as Newt’s was? When they’re offering you an out of your miserable life, and instead an invitation to what you assumed would be a nice quiet life with someone you loved and doing things you loved with them? Are you supposed to say no to joining the person you have grown to care the most about? 

You were yanked out of your thoughts as the loud metal doors were peeled open by two large, muscular men clad in armor and wands out ready to strike if you made even one off move. You couldn’t help but wonder if all that was truly necessary for you: a small man with no capacity to fight back. Good lord, you couldn’t even get rid of spiders. All you could do was ignore them and wish them on their merry way. 

You stood, the shackles hung off of your wrists and ankles. The rusted chain clattered against the cement floors, scratching against your already pounding head. You trudged with the two large men trailing close behind you. They poked at your back every once in a while when you were dragging from exhaustion. 

You three arrived at the large wooden double doors. They creaked as the men opened it to reveal you to the man that hasn’t left your mind in years. 

You took in every aspect of Newt with a gasp. His arms were limp and pale from all the hours they had been hung up against the wall. He was on his knees, but his ankles, bloody and bruised, sat chained to the wall just as his wrists were. Blood drained out of them, you were sure they were tingling with discomfort. He didn’t look up, leaving you to look at his knotted, messy hair. Strands flew everywhere, it didn’t even have its usual shape and part. His dozens of layers of clothes had been removed. He stood limply in his tousled white button down and brown straight legged pants. Both clothing items were ripped at the seams and ruffled beyond the familiarity of Newt’s well-dressed and ironed appearance. 

“Oh, Newtie,” You groaned at the sight of him. Rage filled your veins. You suddenly began to rethink your bargain, wondering if these awful people who had already done this to him would keep their part and let him go after all this. 

Newt looked up with wide eyes at the sound of your voice echoing off of the brick walls. His eyes were swollen and red. His cheeks were patterned in purple and red. Hair fell over his forehead and into his eyes. He struggled at the chains, trying to stand up and move towards you but, of course, he was to no avail. “Y/N,” he called out hoarsely, tears threatening his eyes. You ran towards him, the guards obviously wanting to stop you but they let it happen knowing what was to come. 

“Newt, goodness, my sweet,” You cooed, lightly rubbing your hand over his wounded cheeks as you examined him. He winced slightly as you grazed the open skin but overall he refused to look away from you, shocked to see you in front of him. “Are you okay? Lord- obviously you’re not. It’s okay, alright? I-It’s gonna be over soon, okay?” You hushed your tone, wanting to save all your words for him and only him. 

His bloodied wrists caught your eye, “Can we- Can we please get this bullshit off of him? God,” You hollered out into the echoed room. The chains released themselves, magically, of course, and Newt fell into your arms. He struggled to snake his own limp limbs around your waist. You felt his shaking body and breath and nearly broke down. 

You continued to hold him close, a hand keeping his head in the crook of your neck and another keeping him upright in your arms. “I’m so sorry,” you continuously whispered into his hair that was still soft as ever despite it all. “I love you so much, I’m so sorry.” 

“Now,” A voice boomed from behind you. “Would you like to break the news to him, dearest? Or, shall I?” 

You ignored the threatening voice - the voice from the man who’s at fault for the crimes committed against the two. You only continued whispering your hushed apologies. You reassured Newt, in between quiet sniffs, that he was going to be okay and that it would all be over soon. That he wouldn’t have to worry anymore and he could continue to forget this. 

Newt, listening to your every word and absorbing it (grateful that he gets to hear it again at all), peaked over your shoulder at the presence who had walked in. Neither of the two had seen the man’s face. He stayed hidden under his black, hooded cloak. A mask sat over his face, keeping anyone from seeing him. 

Newt watched the man, blurred from his tears, take several steps in the room. After hours and hours of the torturing done to him by this man, he couldn’t even find the strength in him to do much more than look and groan. He happily let you rock yourselves back and forth as you chanted comforting phrases into his ear for only him to hear, and ran your fingers through his hair, and left your warm heavy hand in the middle of his back and rubbed it in small circles. 

“I suppose I’ll take that as a plea for me to tell him.” The voice boomed out once more. 

Your eyes couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. You quietly sobbed, muttering, “Please, don’t be mad. I love you so much, I’m so sorry.” 

“The little muggle has offered himself in exchange for your peace. For your freedom.” You could hear a smile in the man’s voice as he spoke of your bargain. You could also very clearly hear a sharp gasp from Newt, as he began to moan in disagreement. “Yes, we haven’t decided what to do with him, yet, but-! I am a generous man, myself, so I have decided to make the deal with him.” 

Newt struggled but managed to push himself away from your loving hold. “No, I-I don’t agree with this.” He managed to squeak out. His ragged voice from all the screaming you had heard him do from down the corridor shook and let a cold shake travel through your spine. 

“Yes, well,” The man with the booming voice behind you turned and made his way out of the door. “I thought I’d be kind and let you say goodbye. We’ll be back for you soon enough.” His uncaring voice sent rage through Newt. His fist clenched but he was too weak to do much of anything. 

The door slammed shut leaving you two alone with one another. “No,” Newt began but you wouldn’t let him finish.

“Love, I can’t let them hurt you anymore than they already have. Or the creatures. You get to leave with them, I made sure of that.”

“N-No, but,” He gulped, doing his best to soothe his scratchy throat. “I-I don’t get to leave with you,”

“That’s okay-,”

“No! It’s n-not okay.” His eyelids fluttered and his mouth twitched at the ends.

“Yes, it is,” You moved your hands to hold his cheeks. His head struggled to stay up with the weight of gods pushing him down. “You’re gonna be okay and the creatures are going to be okay and that’s what matters.”

“No! I-I-I won’t be okay!” He let out a pained sob. The waterfalls escaped his green eyes.

“You will. And you’ll live a nice quiet life like you said you would.” The smile that graced your lips was filled with nothing but pain and Newt saw right through that.

He stayed silent for a moment. “I don’t want to be okay without you. I don’t want to live a ‘nice quiet life’ without you. That-That is just no life at all, one without you.” 

Salty drops of water streamed down your face at his words. What could you even say to that? You’ve been telling yourself you are doing this for him but it’s not as if you would be anything less than angry if he were doing the same for you. 

“There-There must be a-another way.” Newt shook his head, refusing to believe this was the reality he was going to have to accept. He kept his eyes trained on you the whole time as he took in every detail, anxious this was going to be the last time he saw your face. He absorbed your skin and where it wrinkled. He memorized every divet in your imperfect perfect complexion. How your eyes were swollen and red from rubbing them all day. The way the light reflected off of your mesmerizing eyes. How insanely beautiful you looked in every way all of the time. He couldn’t believe he scored someone as gorgeous as you, inside and out. Fully and completely beautiful. 

“Newt,” You whispered his name, afraid if you said it any louder then the name would escape the two of you and run off somewhere it shouldn't be. “I love you. You are going to be okay. You are resilient and stubborn - I know you can do it.”

“I-I don’t want to, Y/N.” He sighed taking you in. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” You whispered as the doors burst open again with a slam. You rushed back into his arms for one final moment where you could feel safe.

“Please, don’t leave me. Don’t do this to me,” 

“I love you so much, Newtie. To the moon and back.”

“I-I love you, too.” 

The hushed words exchanged between the two were cut short as the big men came to pry you and Newt off of each other. You continued to fight to reach him, but your strength was nothing in comparison and you were only left reaching your hand out as the space between you two grew. Newt continued to scream and holler, even gathering the will to stand and jog after them. But, of course, he was overpowered by yet another unnecessarily strong guard. 

The last thing you saw of Newt was him on his knees, screaming your name and pleas for mercy.

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[puppy-coded]

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.

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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[krispypotato]

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!

#newt scamander #fantastic beasts #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x y/n #fanfics #pollen #smut

[graziellathedancingqueen]

Niffler - (young) Newt Scamander x male reader

requested by @ingenium-genius

summary: y/n finds a niffler family and is telling Newt (and Leta) about it

word count: 487

warnings: none :)

pairing: Newt Scamander x male reader (y/n)

a/n: i'm really sorry this took so long but it feels so good to finally post this <33 i really really hope you like it <3 also i think it's kinda short so if you want a part 2 just tell me <3 this was very fun to write

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"Did you see Newt somewhere? I saw a Niffler today and it was just so sweet i have to tell him!" y/n says smiling at Leta as they're walking down the corridor. She looks at her friend in surprise. "You... didn't hide it in your bag? Or dorm room?" She then asks knowing what y/n is like. He just can't leave a magical creature alone. But only if it's lonely. Y/n would never take it away from it's family. He would usually bring Newt to meet the creature then. That's what made y/n and Newt such good friends. They both loved magical creatures. Newt was sorted in Hufflepuff while y/n was a true Gryffindor. Brave but very loyal to his friends. "I didn't hide it in my bag! Or in the dorm room! It had a family. But they were shy. Didn't even come out when i wanted to give them some galleons... only one of them." Y/n says smiling. "It was so sweet... i really need to know where Newt is. He would love them! I just know it." "Did somebody say my name?" Newt asks who just happened to exit a class room right next to them. "Great! There you are! I saw a cute Niffler family and you just have to see them! They're so sweet! Well I only saw one of them... but I bet the rest is just as sweet as the one I saw! Come on! Please... they would like you as well. And maybe you can get the whole family to come out of their hiding spot. They were really shy and didn't even come out when I wanted to give them galleons..." y/n starts rambling about the cute creatures he just saw as Newt just looks at him with a smile. "You know I couldn't say no to that" He says taking y/n's hand. He has to laugh as y/n isn't moving. "Well are you going to show me where they are or not? Sorry Leta... I know we planned on going to Hogsmeade later but it seems that this can't wait. And I wouldn't want to let a pretty boy wait" Newt says as y/n starts blushing. Leta smiles at her two best friends being obviously in love "don't worry about it. You can find me in the library if you need me for something. You can copy the homework later if you stay with the nifflers for too long." Both the boys want to protest but she just shakes her head. "I know you. You don't look at the time and then it's too late to think and do the homework. Again don't worry about it" They smile at her and thank her because they both know that she's right. Who wants to do homework if they could spend the day with magical creatures and their crush?

#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x y/n #newt scamander x male reader #fantastic beasts x reader

[d4liastar]

love your stuff 💘 can you do newt x fem slytherin student reader pls ?

Oh my goodness thank youu!! Ofc, just a warning I don’t know much about Newt but will try my best 💘 Also so sorry for the late reply!!

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩-𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

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When you first realized you were in love with Newt Scamander you thought it would fade eventually. Not that you wanted it to, but the idea that one single man could have your heart soaring out of your chest at any simple movement was rather unsettling.

But as you lay with your head against his narrow chest, listening to his breathing with your nose stuck in a book, you realized it might never go away. His nimble fingers worked through your hair, his legs intertwined with yours at the base of the bed.

You closed the book and set it beside you, twisting to look at your lovely boy. His eyes caught in the moonlight, dancing around in his honeyed gaze. And the only words that you could give him didn’t even share a fraction of your infatuation with him.

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[𝘈/𝘕: sorry this is so short, I plan on doing more writing soon if possible!]

#harry potter #nnawrites #marauders #newt scamander x y/n #newt scamander #writing #hogwarts #newt x you #newt scamander x reader

[tried-my-hardest]

Passing Stars || A Newt Scamander Imagine

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader (Gender + House Neutral)

Summary: It's your third year at Hogwarts, and you can't help but notice the cute guy in Creature Care. So, what's your next move?

Word Count: 4342

A teeny, tiny disclaimer! I don't... know how imagines work... so apologies if this seems like a self-indulgent fic because well, at this point it is. But I'm open to writing anything (that's reasonable, of course) so please don't be afraid to request something! I'd love to go as in detail with your request as I did with this little story, perhaps even more in-depth! It's pretty much up to you :) Now, Enjoy!

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You were never a fan of the way they presented people’s houses. They were loud, obnoxious, and worst of all, embarrassing. You dreaded watching people getting sorted into houses, the lackluster applause when someone was sorted into Slytherin, and the unparalleled favoritism when someone was sorted into Griffindor. You were judged from the very start, based on a title.

It’s your third year at Hogwarts, one you were dreading. You never made many friends during your prior years, and it didn’t feel like this year was any different. Aside from the casual friends you’d made in classes like Charms, Potions, and Astronomy, there wasn’t much to look forward to in terms of interaction.

That was before you walked into your “Care of Magical Creatures” class.

Professor Kettleburn stood in a clearing, surrounded by a strew of familiar faces. Faces that would probably stare at you with a blank look if you called them out by name. Which you could. You just don’t feel like getting stared at.

You were outside of the Forbidden Forest, a little too close for comfort. Your eyes watched the shadows in the forest, flickering as the wind moved the branches. It was eerie, as if something was looking back at you. You watched the forest for a while longer, settling down onto the grass like some of your peers. The professor had yet to acknowledge anyone, as he watched a separate spot of the forest. Times like this were when you wished you remembered to pack a watch, rather than leaving it on the corner of your bedstand back home.

Your fingers picked at the dirt in front of you, glad that your uniform consisted of mainly dark colors so they wouldn’t be too badly stained. The grass rustled a couple of feet from you as another student sat in the grass. You watched them out of the corner of your eye, curiosity lingering in the back of your mind.

His hair ran over his eyes, a jumble of messy brown locks atop his head. His face was covered in freckles that made random patterns along his face. His eyes darted towards you for a second before he straightened and resumed watching the forest. You smiled, his frightened nature endearing in a way. 

You scooted over, your socks picking up random dirt along the way. You paid it no mind, stopping once you sat next to your target. 

“Isn’t the forest mysterious?” You spoke, startling him once more. You laughed, quickly covered by a cough. He nodded meekly, seeming to curl in on himself. You waited a few more seconds before realizing he wouldn’t speak unless you prompted it.

“Newt, right? Newt,” You pause, trying to remember his last name. Yet with each passing second of awkward stuttering, you slowly stop talking and swallow harshly. You clench a fist, groaning internally at what a fool you are to forget someone’s last name, right to their face.

“Scamander.” You look at Newt, his face a bright red. You light up, happy to get a response. “Scamander! That’s- It was on the tip of my tongue, I tell you,” You chuckle, rapping your knuckles on your sides. 

“I’m (y/n). (y/n) (l/n),” You watched him smile, looking at you once more and darting his eyes away. The wind blew past the both of you, people’s voices rising around you. You turned around with an eyebrow raised. People were talking amongst themselves, at a considerable distance from you and Newt, may you add. They were all staring at the Professor intermittently, who’s now produced a notebook and is furiously scribbling into it.

You turned back around, clicking your tongue. “So… why are you taking this class?

Newt nodded slowly, shrugging. You watched him, waiting for a reply. He stared at the ground for a little too long for comfort, but you held onto the hope for a response. Your gaze drifted back to the chatter behind you, everyone’s conversations coming with relative ease. Well, of course, they’ve known each other for the better part of two years at this point. They had good social skills, skills you had yet to acquire. It’s no wonder that Newt would barely talk to-

“I l-like magical creatures. They’re f…fascinating.” Newt stuttered his way through the sentence, all while keeping his face a beet-red as he stared at the ground. You laughed, bumping your shoulders together. 

“Well, to each his own. I just picked this class cause in all fairness, who wants to take muggle studies?” You shudder in mock horror, pulling your knees to your chest as the wind delivers a chill down your spine. Newt laughed softly, his deathlike grip on his robes loosened, perhaps a sign that he was warming up to you.

He opened his mouth before he was interrupted by a book slamming. You turned around to find Professor Kettleburn staring at the class, his finger on his lip. “Everyone, stay completely still.” You froze, the wind ruffling your tie in the breeze. Your eyes followed Kettleburn as he jumped into a series of random, jerky movements. His hair flipped around, whilst his robes hung off of his shoulders, falling faster with each action. You caught a glance at a mess of greens in Kettleburn’s non-human hand as he extended it into the empty clearing. 

Everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seats, leaning in to see what he could be feeding. People gasped once they saw Kettleburn’s metal fingers pried apart. A small grey creature revealed itself from thin air, its eyes fixated on the food in front of it. You look back to Newt, whose eyes were open wide in amazement. 

You smiled, turning back to watch Kettleburn swoop the creature into his arms, cradling it like a baby as it ate. He turned to the class, a broad smile on his face. “Now, can anyone tell me what the name of this creature is?”

Immediately, you saw Newt’s hand raise. No one else bothered, too fixated on the strange animal in front of them. 

“Ah, yes, Mr. Scamander?”

“It’s a Demiguise! Ah- Sir,” He corrected himself quickly, looking back at the ground once more. You felt some kids around you bristle, someone coughed ‘Nerd’ somewhere to your left. You shot the area a dirty look, but the professor paid them no attention.

“Correct, Mr. Scamander! This, my students, is the rare Demiguise. It is highly reveled in many communities, mainly for its fur and ability for precognitive sight, or as you all know it, predicting the future.” He smiled, the ecstatic grin on his face looking menacing with the odd mustache he wore.

“Fur?” You mumbled, tilting your head in confusion.

“They can make invisibility cloaks. Or- so I’ve r-read.” Newt whispered behind you, coughing to cover the sound of his stuttering. You turned around to smile at him, leaning in slightly. 

“So you’ve read?” You whispered back, raising an eyebrow in slight amusement. Newt flushed even harder than he had already been prior and began to pull at his tie.

“I told you, I- Uh, I really like m-magical creatures.”

He smiled at you, and you smiled back. Maybe, you’d have a friend this year. 

Class ended relatively quick, maybe too quick for your liking. 

Newt lingered awkwardly, a brown satchel hung on his waist that seemed to have come out of thin air. You got to your feet, brushing off the dead grass on your uniform.

“What’s your next class?’ You inquired, walking to the nearest entrance to the school side by side with Newt. He shuffled a crumpled paper out of his robe pocket, pausing to smooth it out on his leg.

“Um, I think- I have Charms n-next. Yeah.” Newt smiled, pursing his lips into a tight line. You glanced at your schedule, frowning slightly. 

“I’ve got Herbology next,” You paused before the both of you walked inside Hogwarts. “You mind if I compare our schedules?’ You held a hand out and stepped aside to give other people room to walk through the doors. Newt seemed slightly worried, his hand shook as he handed the schedule to you. You took note of it but moved on to comparing the two papers. 

A glance over revealed the two of you shared multiple classes.

“Hey!” You looked up, smiling. “We’ve got Defense Against The Dark Arts, Potions, and Astronomy together! How about that?”

Newt looked slightly shocked, stunned even, but smiled nonetheless. “That’s- great!” He stuck his hands in his pocket, rocking back and forth. You folded the papers back up, handing his schedule back. He nodded, heading inside. Some small talk later and you parted ways, the moving stairs taking the green-eyed boy from your sights.

You sighed, heading to Herbology. At least you had a couple of things to look forward to today.

Lunch rolled around faster than expected, with you getting out of Transfiguration fairly unharmed. Your robes, sadly, couldn’t say the same. Charred on the edges due to the unfortunate mishap that was the Draconifors Spell. You couldn't understand the appeal of creating a bunch of little dragons that wanted to eat your fingers. And, burn your clothes.

You made it to the mess hall, the familiarity of sitting alone was trickling back slowly, but surely. Your eyes wandered around, before catching onto a familiar head of messy curls. Your mouth curls upwards into a coy smile. Newt, who seemed to have a sixth sense of sorts, raised his head to catch your gaze. He smiled quickly before turning back down to his food.

You slinked up behind him, dropping onto the bench next to him. You got a couple of looks from the people around you but ignored them.

“Hey! How was Charms?” Newt seemed startled that you even bothered to sit with him, much less talk to him. He shrugged, picking at his half-eaten food.

“It was decent. We uh- learned about the Cheering Charm.” You tilted your head, and as you did, Newt flicked his wand at you, muttering under his breath. You were suddenly overcome by an urge to cheer, and well, that’s exactly what you did. You got to your feet, hooting and hollering like a madman. Your eyes widened, mortification rolling over you in waves. And yet, you couldn’t stop your cheering. Everyone’s eyes turned to you in confusion, as well as some professors who had just walked into the mess hall.

As soon as the urge faded, you shut up promptly and sat back down. Your face was flushed, a tremble running through your legs despite having sat down already. You turned to Newt, an expression of shock across your face. He was smiling to himself but quickly turned serious.

“Sorry, I- I thought it would be easier to s-show rather than tell,” Newt mumbled, his quirky half smile on his face. You couldn’t stay too mad toward your new friend.

“Nah, it’s cool. Just… never do it again,” You bumped his shoulder and laughed, then reached for the nearest plate full of food. His eyes watched as ash fluttered between your shoulders, falling onto the table. Newt raised an eyebrow, as he realized your fingers were scratched and bruised.

“I- What happened there?” He pointed, his fingers brushing against yours. You both straightened at the touch and you prayed to all the gods out there that your face wasn’t a bright red.

“Oh, you know. Transfiguration and uh, mini-dragons.” You wiggled your eyebrows, taking a bite out of your lunch. 

Newt nodded along as if mini-dragons weren’t out of the ordinary for him. “You know, (y/n), I’ve got some band-aids somewhere. I could… give you some. If you wanted,” He coughed, rubbing his forearm.  

“I’d love that, Newt!” You exclaimed cheerfully, as Newt began to ruffle through his bag. He produced a few spare bandaids, with little designs on a few. You pulled them closer to you, realizing they weren’t designs, rather, they were drawings of magical creatures. A little crude and simplistic but they were recognizable nonetheless.

“My mom, uh, she drew these. Just something to get me through my day and stuff. That one’s my favorite,” Newt pointed to a drawing of a Bowtruckle, a creature you’ve only seen in books. Your smile widens discreetly as Newt fidgets with the band-aid. It was kinda adorable watching Newt gush over creatures, even if he’d only done it a couple of times with you. Still cute nonetheless.

At this point Newt is watching you, his lips parted with a slight airiness to him. You say to him, “Is there something on my face?” while gesturing to your mouth. He shakes his head, tapping the table.

“Which one do you… want?” You look at the doodled on band-aids, before looking back at Newt.

“Whichever one you think looks best,” You say, hoping he chooses something nice. He does, in fact, and picks up the Bowtruckle one. He holds it out, expecting you to take it, but you instead wave your fingers around.

“You don’t expect me to put it on, do you? I’m so clearly eating!” You gasp in fake outrage, while your plate goes mostly untouched. Newt turned red, mumbling an apology as he grabbed your hand hurriedly. He jumped as if realizing how fast he grabbed your hand, but kept a firm grip on you as he applied the band-aid. The bandaid goes over your fingers like a little ring you could look at all day. You make a mental note to treasure the band-aid forever.

Newt finishes wrapping it, his hands lingering on yours for a few seconds. You almost sigh once he takes them back and places them in his lap. He’s really too nice to you.

You realized that most of the students around you are filtering out slowly. Your eyes look around the room, and it seems as if the next class is starting, really soon in fact. Newt caught onto it as well, and the pair of you start cleaning up.

“Don’t we have the next couple of periods together?” You handed Newt the rest of his bandaids, his hands soft compared with yours. 

“Um, mostly. I’ve got a free period while you have History of Magic,” You pause, your eyebrows raised as Newt waited for you to get up.

“I- uh, got a look at your schedule earlier.” He offered up, smiling as you both walked towards Potions.

“Aw, well, don’t get too happy. You’ve still gotta see this face for two more classes,” You gesture to yourself, smiling, and in turn, almost run into a wall. Newt holds back a small laugh before straightening up. You grumble, pushing him softly.

“Not funny.”

“I beg to differ.”

Potions passed by without a hitch, especially since Newt is your partner. The both of you made a good pair, aside from when you tripped over air and almost knocked Newt down as well. He laughed it off but you still felt guilty. 

He walked you to your History of Magic classroom, as you coaxed him to ramble about his other classes. You learned some more about Newt on that walk, a happy feeling bubbling to your chest as he divulged more to you. You learned that his brother’s name was Theseus and that he loved the color green. You learned that you weren’t his first friend at Hogwarts but had already made it onto his list of tolerable people. You scoffed at that, proclaiming that you’d make it onto a better list in due time. Newt assured you that it looked like it was heading that way. You spent the rest of the walk in awkward silence, wishing each other goodbye as you reached your class.

History of Magic couldn’t have gone by slower, especially with your teacher’s mundane voice. You breathed a sigh of relief as your class was dismissed. You sped out the door, realizing you and Newt had never set a plan as to where you would meet. Luckily that problem was solved as soon as it appeared.

Newt sat next to your class doorway, sleeping against the cool stone wall. You walked back to him, standing in front of him. You nudged his leg, prompting him to wake up, his eyes wide open in fear. It quickly faded as he looked up at you, worry replaced with a shy smile.

“Hey silly, you didn’t have to wait here.”

“I had the period off. Thought I’d- wait. Didn’t have anything else to do so, um-,” Newt picked at his fingers, awkwardness threatening to seem back into the conversation. 

“I- That was really sweet of you Newt. Honestly,” You offered him a hand, and he took it graciously. You hoisted him up and helped him pick his stuff off the ground.

“Ah, thanks (y/n),” The pair of you headed down to Defense Against The Dark Arts together, joking around.

As it turns out, Newt is really good at Defense Against The Dark Arts. Like, to an almost unfunny degree. You watched him in class, amazed as he completed task after task without a hitch. As he began to pack his things up, you leaned in to whisper, “Holy crap. When were you going to reveal you were an actual god at this?”

He just laughed you off, pulling at his tie. 

“I- I’m not a god. It just makes. Sense,” You nodded along as if you understood what he meant.

After class, you hung around for a little to finish writing some notes. Newt had been the only one to write comprehensible notes between the two of you, and you’d promised yourself you weren’t going to fail Charms as badly as you did last year.

“You think we could just… skip Astronomy?” Newt mumbled as you scribbled down words. You looked up, dumbfounded, pausing your writing to give Newt a wide-eyed stare.

“Did you just ask to- skip class? Who are you? And what have you done to Newt?” You point a finger at him accusingly, his face turning a bright red.

“I-! I just don’t like Astronomy that much. It’s- It’s not my cup of tea,” You still couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Out of all the classes, the one about space, space, is the one your new friend doesn’t like.

“Newt, you’re killing me here,” You groan, shoving your notes into a bag. Then the two of you proceed to haul ass to Astronomy.

The next couple of weeks went swimmingly, much to your delight. Your grades are up in classes, and you’ve grown considerably close to a certain green-eyed boy. You spent nearly every day together, he helped you with Defense Against The Dark Arts and Creature Care, and you kept him from jumping off the nearest tower because of Astronomy. Which was pretty easy, Newt just didn’t have the attention span to sit and stare at “dots in the sky,” as he so lovingly put it.

You found yourself drawn to him regardless. There was truly something about him. Maybe it was the way he’d laugh at your poorly constructed jokes, Maybe it was the way he’d cheer up when you sat next to him, his smile making the sun pale in comparison. Or maybe it was the way your fingers would brush against his, and he’d jump as if he’d seen a ghost, only to realize it was just you. Then he’d push his hand closer to yours, right until your hands were side by side. 

There was a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t explain, and it grew hotter when Newt was near. How you longed to chase that fiery feeling, put his lips against your own, hand in your hand.

But perhaps it would just be your little fantasy, nothing more.

You sat criss-cross on the stone floor of the Astronomy “classroom”. It was just a secluded area on a castle tower, without any kind of roof. There, your class would learn about stars while the late autumn winds pulled at your robes, tangling your ties. Newt was next to you, mirroring your seating position. His knees touched yours but neither of you felt like moving. The Astronomy professor was wrapping up class right about then, explaining your homework for the night. You leaned into Newt, his soft hair tickling your nose as you did. 

“Hey, Newt,” You whispered, taking your fingers and walking them down your leg. He hummed back in response, his eyes flickering to your fingers as they moved about.

“You wanna do something fun later?”

He gave you a side eye, a tired expression on his face. A couple of weeks with you, and you showed him just exactly what “fun” meant to you.

“If this fun activity involves sneaking out again, I think I’m going to pass (y/n).”

You groan, flopping your head onto his shoulder. You felt him tense underneath you, a sign that he was trying his hardest not to give into you.

“But I’ve got to show you something. Please? Pretty please?” You nudged him, causing him to exhale loudly. He brushed you off, an amused look on his face. “Alright. But if we get caught, you’re taking the blame,” He smiled his lopsided grin, pushing you playfully.

“Why, of course,” You shot back, an even bigger grin on your face.

Sneaking out after curfew was like second nature to you and Newt at this point. He’d been dragged along with you too many times to count that he’d picked up on your little tricks. The two of you tip-toed around the castle, Newt following you blindly as you still hadn’t explained where you were going.

“(y/n), you seriously can’t do this to me! Come on, where are we going?” He begged, making sure to keep his voice down. You kept quiet though, his pleas falling on deaf ears.

The two of you eventually reached your destination, the Astronomy tower. You turned back to Newt, whose face had fallen as he realized where the two of you were.

“Are you kidding me? (y/n), if this is your idea of a joke-” You stopped his ranting by grabbing his wrist and pulling him onto the floor. He tumbled awkwardly, and you winced, whispering an apology.

“Alright, I know you hate stars but, I’m a big fan of second chances. And you, my good sir, are the proud owner of a second chance tonight.” You pat the ground next to you as you lay down on the cold stone. The two of you had changed out of your uniforms, wearing casual sleeping clothes. The weather was nice tonight, with +a warm breeze blowing around the two of you.

Newt laid down next to you, his uninterested eyes panning across the vast sky.

“All I see is a whole lot of sky. Not really anything worth getting in trouble for.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You and Newt were a couple of inches apart, yet you prayed he couldn’t feel the heat radiating off of you in waves.

“I wanted to show you this constellation. It uh- it kinda reminded me of us,” Newt stayed quiet as he watched you lift your wand. You recited a spell you had memorized just a few hours prior, and to your surprise, it worked. A glowing light emitted from your wand, silky strands of white floated over your heads and arranged themselves in a pattern.

“See, the spell is supposed to show you a constellation. It shapes it out so everyone can see it,” You whispered, the dull light shining across your face.

Soon, it stopped in your desired form. Newt coughed uneasily, rubbing his nose. 

“Uh, what’s it supposed to be?”

“It’s Andromeda and Perseus. They’re part of an old Greek myth,” You murmured, your eyes entranced by the figure above you.

“He saved her from a sea monster, you know. She was supposed to be a human sacrifice to the monster, but he came in and saved her, and her people. They got married soon after, and had a girl.”

“Cassiopeia,” Newt muttered, his voice soft and quiet. You turned your head over to him, and he did the same. 

“What? I’m quite brushed up on Greek Mythology, I��ll have you know. Still doesn’t explain why you dragged me out here though,” He trailed off, a hard look in his eyes.

“Well, I just thought it was … romantic. Something for us to look at together, or something,” You shut your eyes in embarrassment, your attempt at woo-ing Newt going a little awry.

All you heard for the next few minutes was the wind, slowly dying down, and Newt’s slow, even breathing.

You peaked an eye, wondering if your friend had fallen asleep. He hadn’t, rather, he was looking up at the sky. The spell had worn off, leaving the two of you in darkness, the only light coming from the night sky.

“I don’t think that was very romantic, (y/n). You pretty much gave me a history lesson,” A light airiness was in Newt’s voice as he mock scolded you. He lifted a hand, pointing to a cluster of stars.

“There. That’s romantic. Those stars make a little heart. You should’ve shown me that instead,” Your face flushed, as you followed Newt’s line of sight. You shifted closer to him, your eyes struggling to find the simple shape.

“Newt, I don’t-,” You paused, feeling his warm hand enclose your own. You stopped speaking, your heart beating loudly in your ears. Your hand felt warm inside of Newt’s, safe. The two of you fit like puzzle pieces, finishing that grand picture. Your world spun, everything slowing and suddenly feeling right. This felt right. Newt felt right.

“(y/n), are you still having trouble finding it?” Newt’s voice was barely louder than a whisper, but it echoed in your skull.

“No, Newt. I think I found it. And you’re right, it’s much more romantic,” He smiled, squeezing your hand. And you smiled back, because it felt right.

#imagine #one shot #fluff #reader insert #newt scamander #x reader #gender neutral reader #oneshot #newt scamander x y/n #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x you #stargazing #harry potter #fantastic beasts and where to find them

[h4rrypotterf4n]

Comparison

Newt Scamander x Reader

Requested by: @newtscamanderimagines

Word count: 1431 words

Summary: All your life you felt self conscious about yourself compared to your sister but luckily a certain wizard is about to change that.

Warnings: Reader compares herself to Tina and Queenie; Reader talking bad about herself

You sighed. You had still many things to do but instead of doing them you were staring yet again at the mirror. Bothered by the reflection, which looked back at you. Every time you looked at yourself you seemed to find more issues. Like why were you not as skinny as Tina? Why didn’t your eyes have the same spark inside them like Queenie’s? The list could go on and on. As you may have noticed you often compared yourself to your two older sisters, but you weren’t completely at fault for that. Since you were born your sisters were better than you and you were always compared to them by your mother.                                                                                                                                                                 “(Y/N)?”, the soft voice of Queenie called. Quickly you wiped the tears away that you can’t remember spilling.

“Yes?”

“Where going out searching for Newts creatures. Do you want to come with us?”, the mention of the man, on which you managed to have a big crush on, made your heart flutter, and your cheeks and ears blush.

“Um, sure. Let’s go,” you tried your best to conceal the fact that you were crying not a minute ago. You looked one last time in the mirror and walked out of your room to put your coat on.

Together with Newt, Jakob, and your sisters you were trying your hardest to search for any signs of the creatures from Newt.

“We’re going to find them, Newt,” Tina encouraged when you all came home with no trace of the missing creatures. She put a hand on Newt’s shoulder in response to that he smiled at her. You suspected for a long time that the two liked each other and this suspicion was confirmed by the look they gave one another. You sadly walked past them knowing you have no chance with him.

“Where are you going, sweetie? We’re going to have dinner soon,” Queenie called while hugging Jakob’s arm.

“I’m not hungry,” you stated. With your back turned you couldn’t see the concern in Newt’s eyes. You continued your way to your room with your head down.

The mix of chatter and laughter from the living room filled your ears, while you were laying on your bed staring at the ceiling. Tears run down your cheeks straining them with mascara. Unknown to you the little brown eyes of a certain bowtruckle with attachment issues were watching your miserable state. Pickett quietly left your room unnoticed by you. Truth to be told the little creature saw that his owner and you liked each other much more than friends from the moment you had seen one another. Since then, Pickett tried to bring the two of you together. Pickett walked to his owner and climbed on Newt’s shoulder. He tucked at a strand of Newt’s hair, which startled Newt a little. Pickett squeaked and pointed to the hallway.

“What is it, Pickett?” Newt asked confused. Pickett squeaked and pointed to the hallway again angrier and more desperate this time, showing Newt his matter was of great importance. Newt excused himself and followed Pickett’s directions. He got more concerned the nearer they walked to your room.

When they stood directly before Newt’s heart broke at the sound of the sobs you couldn’t hold back anymore.

The sound off someone knocking at your door made you jump up into a sitting position.

“(Y/N)? Can I please come in?” you heard Newt’s soft voice full of concern and sadness. You quickly wiped the tears away and made a big mistake. You looked into the mirror again. Your eyes were red and puffy, and your cheeks were stained with a mix of tears and mascara. You just felt overall ugly and immediately felt like crying again.

“Please, (Y/N). Let me in,” Newt’s soft voice called again, with an undertone of concern. You tried your best at wiping the mascara away and slowly walked to your door. You took a second thinking of your options but opened the door eventually. It was known that Newt isn’t really a hugger, but he couldn’t help himself when he saw you. In Newt’s arms you broke down again. For a moment he thought he had done something wrong, but you made it clear to him that you were comfortable when you clutch at his shirt pulling him even closer.

“What’s wrong?” Newt asked with sympathy in his eyes when you calmed down a bit. You didn’t really want him to know, so he was met with silence. Newt pulled away a bit in order to look into your eyes.

“Y-you can talk to me, (Y/N). You know that don’t you? So please? I want to see you smile again,” he begged.

“I-,” you could feel tears building up again, “I just don’t feel like I’m good enough compared to my sisters,”

“What do you mean?” he carefully asked. He didn’t want to push you but also wanted to understand what was bothering you. You sighed and watching how you began to play with your finger.

“I’m not as good as them in witchcraft neither am I as social. My eyes aren’t as special as Queenies. My hair is always a mess not like my sisters theirs is always perfect. My body isn’t as beautiful as theirs. I’m completely ugly. My-,”

“Alright, stop!” Newt interrupted your rambling, “I’ll not let you say those bad things about yourself,” you looked surprised up in Newt’s eyes.

“You’re so beautiful! Inside and out-,“

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better. You don’t mean that,”

“H-how can I just say that w-when you made me fall in love with you?” Newt whispered nervously now too looking down not daring to meet your eyes in fear he would see disgust written on your face.

“Y-you love me?” you asked not sure if you heard him correctly. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

“I love you,” Newt repeated louder this time. You still couldn’t believe what you had heard.

“Say something,” he pleated.

“I- but you’re in love with Tina,” it wasn’t what you wanted to say but the only thing you managed to choke out.

“What?”

“I- I mean you are always by her side and look at her like-,” you stopped your meaningless ramble when you noticed that your noses were nearly touching.

“Like?” he asked, and you could have sworn that you saw his eyes flickered shortly to your lips.

“Like she’s the most beautiful girl in the world,” you whispered as if it was a secret, and no one should know about it.

“But the most beautiful girl sits right before me,” Newt whispered back feeling his heart thumbing so wildly it already hurts. You just furrowed your brows and lowered your eyes. He carefully put a hand under your chin to lift your head so that you had to look into his eyes.

“Y-you don’t believe me? Then let me please convince you?” he asked hopefully in a moment of bravery. You slightly tilted your head in confusion but nodded anyway.

“I love your nose. I don’t know if you know but you scrunch it when you concentrate and meanwhile look incredibly cute.

I love your eyes. How your beautifully (Y/E/C) eyes twinkle with curiosity when you try to understand something or when someone tells a story,” The list went on until he complimented nearly every body part of you. You again had tears in your eyes but this time of joy. He even made yourself laugh about your insecurities.

“By the way I love you too,” you grinned.

“Really?” you nodded. In response to that Newt leaned slowly in, giving you enough time to back away. You slightly opened your mouth and met his lips mid-way. His kiss was pretty soft, but he didn’t fail to convey the love he felt for you. His right hand cupped your cheek, and his left was on your waist. Your hands were on his neck playing with the ends of his hair. You both pulled yourselves even closer to one another. When you eventually pulled away to catch some breath you just stared in each other’s eyes. After a few more kisses Newt laid down on your bed pulling you down with him, so you were comfortably laying on his chest. You talked for a bit, but you eventually fell asleep cuddled up in your loves embrace.

“Sweet dreams, my love,” Newt whispered and gave you one last kiss on your forehead before falling asleep himself.

#newtscamanderimagines #newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x y/n #tina goldstein #queenie goldstein #self conscious reader #fantastic beasts #harry potter #wizarding world

[madisonshoneybun]

Hello! I was wondering if you still are continuing to take fanfic request if you could possibly do one where newt and the reader are childhood friends and newt really likes the reader and is going to their house to confess his feeling to them but he is sad because they moved to New York to find a Job and after a few years newt sees the reader sitting on a bench at a park in New York but doesn’t know if that’s them because they are sitting with their back away from him so he isn’t sure if that’s really them, and they finally reunited and he confesses his feeling when the reading is working a late night shift at the department store in the first film and is about to go home oh btw if you could possibly add a bit of jealous Tina let’s say newt has kept the same necklace which he wanted to give to the reader when he wanted to confess his feeling to them when he was younger and then Tina goes into Newt’s case and finds the necklace and assumes Newt wants to give it to her so she puts it on anyway and Newt says it is not for her and she has to give the necklace back to him but at the end when she sees how happy Newt and the reader are together she is happy and accepts the fact that newt likes someone else and finds someone else to love. Omg if you do this I will be so so so happy I have just had this idea for a really long time now but honestly probably couldn’t actually write it thank you so much!

Found

Warning - none

Pairing - Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary - Newt left you and you had no idea why. He was someone you could never stop thinking about but as luck would have it, he found you. Will he leave you again? Will he be honest about how he truly feels? Or will he hurt you all over again?

A/N - Jezz it's been a long time. I remember when I was in high school, and my only hobby was writing fanfiction. I never told a soul. But here I am, now 22 and still wanting to come back and write from time to time. Though I didn't start this Tumblr account when I was in high school. I hope you like what I've written and keep sending requests and I just might write some. Might even right a few then hop off the face of the planet again. I don't know, but enjoy :)

Words - 3555

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Your most fond memories were running round the halls of Hogwarts with Newt not far behind. Sometimes you were skipping class to be with his creatures, sometimes one would escape, and you were both trying to catch it and other times, your favorite times, it was just so you could both be alone. There was a spot, under the east stairwell, where you'd hide. Newt was never one for affection but for some reason, here, with you, he'd hold your hand. Tracing his fingers over the lines on your palm almost like he was trying to read your future. You always hoped he'd be reading them to see if your futures aligned. Maybe if the maps on your palm were identical to his, it meant you were meant to be together. Like it was destiny. He'd never let you read his though, only allowing you to wrap your fingers together, intertwining them like perfect puzzle pieces. You'd lean you head on his shoulder, and he'd mumble creature facts to you, describe their beauty with hints of passion. Unicorns and fairies were in muggle stories, always the good guys and the most beautiful creatures to them. But Newt could tell you anything about any creature in the world, and you'd fall for them without caring what they looked like. Newt loved magical beasts and you loved them too.

You sat on a bench, the cold New York air biting at your skin. You didn't mind though. It reminded you of home. You'd picked up knitting a few years after graduating from Hogwarts. Both your muggle and wizard friends teased you, saying it was so boring and it was something only old people did. You liked it though, and it was always a high when you finished a piece, whether it be gloves, a hat or a scarf, it always made you so happy. Right now you were working on a scarf. You'd come up with idea of making your own version of the house scarfs at Hogwarts. You had started with your house, seeing as it was obviously superior, and worked your way through the others. Right now, you were working on the finally one. Hufflepuff. It was bittersweet. It was almost like you were pushing it off as much as you could. Every time you saw that shade of yellow, you'd be brought back to Hogwarts. To that boy with the most beautiful green eyes. To his crocked smile and its cute fluffy hair.

You smiled gently at the half-made scarf. God did you miss him. You wondered what he was doing, if he was okay, and if he still loved beast. You laughed quietly and shook your head. Of course, he does, dead or alive, he would never not love them. Even if one were to kill him, he wouldn't blame them. You heard someone chuckled behind you. It made you jump to your feet, dropping everything you were doing on the ground. Your hand flew to your back pocket, where you keep your wand, as you spun around.

Your hands fell to my sides upon seeing him. Both beautiful eyes and that fluffy hair. "Newt?"

He looked just as surprised to see you as you were of seeing him. Almost like he wasn't expecting it at all. What did he expect laughing at a random woman in the cold? A heavy sigh left your lips. "Were you just laughing at me Mr. Scamander?" You thought, seeing as you were both adults, it might be better to address him properly. You didn't have any idea on how he felt about you, if he had moved on from your friendship from school. It only felt polite to call him by his last name. He stilled and opened his mouth to speak. You could almost visually see the sweat form on his face and the color leave his eyes. "Uh no- I wasn't" He stuttered, waving his hands in the air.

You put your hands on your hips and titled your head to the side. "I jumped so hard cause I heard you laugh. Don't try to fool me." The flustered look on his face was so cute, you almost felt bad for teasing him. You weren't the same girl you were back then, growing more confident as the days went by. You wouldn't be so easily flustered by him like when you were little, but you doubt he'd even remember though moments. Or tell you about them at that. He looked just as flustered, maybe even more as he listened to you speak. It started to make you laugh and you waved a hand at him. "It's alright Scamander, I'm just teasing you. Can't handle a bit of teasing from an old friend?" His shoulders dropped, relaxing finally. For a moment, he still said nothing. Looking you up and down for a moment before finally opening his mouth to speak properly to you. "I heard you laugh and I couldn't help it. Yours is contagious." A blush crept up your neck.

He looked the same but also so different. He was taller than you now, more built, leaner. His jaw sharp, a bit longer hair, and this aura about him. He still felt a bit shy but exuded this confidence that you've never seen in him before. What had changed? How did he still feel like that kid from so long ago but I feel so mature? How stupid could I be? He's a grown man. You looked down at your items on the floor and crouched to get them. He crouched too but soon stood back up. "What are you doing here?" You sat back down, and he took a seat next to you. "I'm passing through. On my way to Arizona to release a Thunderbird I rescued from Egypt... though..." He looked down at his hands like he was ashamed. "It appears some other creatures escaped my case, so I have to find them before anything bad happens to them."

You could feel his sadness wrap around you. It felt cold and seeing him after not seeing him so long didn't erase your memories of him. His love for all magical creatures. You took his hand, like he had done to you all those times under that stairwell, and squeezed tightly. "Let me help you." His eyes moved to yours and for a moment they looked like there were stars in them. Like hearing you say that made him the happiest in the world. Like you weren't afraid or anger at him for leaving all those years ago but it soon faded. Knowing what little he knew about what was going on in this city, he never wanted to put you in danger so, like all those years ago. He pushed you away. He pulled his hand away and rose to his feet. He refused to look at you as he picked up his case. "I've got it. I know these creatures like the back of hand. Don't worry yourself with it." and without giving you even a second to respond, he began to walk away.

Seeing his back to you, slowly getting farther and farther away, you had no idea what to do. When he left you tried to stop him, but he wouldn't open up to you about why. You could never understand it all. But you did understand was how much he hurt you. How much it hurt to have him lie to your face. And how much it hurt begging him to be honest with you, begging you to stay, and having him still leave you behind. You weren't going to do again. Not this time. You were going to let him go.

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Newt had been keeping himself occupied in his case all night. The others had no idea what to do. Something must've happened but none of them were close enough to him to ask. Jacob was the first to try, but all he got was one-word responses. Queenie tried to but Newt didn't even bare her a glance. Tina was the only one absent from this whole ordeal. She was inside the shed, while Newt was taking care of his creatures and Jacob followed him like a lost puppy. She was looking through his things, trying to find anything about him. They had gotten close, and had bonded through this while ordeal, even though it wasn't entirely over yet. She could feel her feelings growing for him the more they interacted with him. When Newt saved her, looked her in the eyes and promised her that'd he'd catch her, she felt something. She had felt so safe and cared for. She had a slight worry that he might leave her. Save himself and then go save his case. But he stayed and the look in his eyes felt like a silent promise that he wasn't going to leave her.

She opened up drawer after drawer. Not really rummaging through, just moving a few things around. She eventually came across and small velvet box. It was a beautiful royal blue. It was so soft and light. When she opened it, a soft glow illuminated her face. She took it out of the box, setting it aside and hold a beautiful silver necklace. It was short, like it would rest perfectly in-between a person's collarbones. These last few days, maybe he felt the same way? It felt too soon for something like this but everyone knew how awkward, yet charming Newt was. He was never very good with words. There was this tiny whisper in the back of her mind that said to ask him who this was for. Confirm with him first before she thought it belonged to her but the love she felt for him drowned out that voice. Slowly, as to not make a sound, she put it around her neck. Clasping it in place. She felt silly for being so quiet. No human on this ear could hear the sound if a necklace clamping in place but her nerves got the better of her. She closed the box, setting it back inside the drawer, and left the shed.

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You couldn't believe your boss called you in so late. You weren't a security guard; this wasn't in your job description. You were reading about everything going on, and you can't lie and say it didn't make you nervous. There was no denying it wasn't something more than normal muggle things. It had to be something you'd read about in school. Or some witch or wizard who was after something. You knew all this but could do nothing. You weren't with the Macusa, like you'd ever want to do anything like that, you were just a normal witch. The best you were good at was making positions and remembering wizard history. And of course, a butt load of creature facts. You also felt confident that the Macusa were handling it.

Never mind that. You had to be "keeping an eye out" as your boss had told you to do. This store had never been broken into at night, you never understood why. Shoplifters though? That has happened a few times. Since you didn't think anyone would dare try to break in, you brought you scarf to finish. It was almost done. Just a few more rows to go. Glancing down at the fabric in your hands, you remembered the park. How you were literally just looking at this stupid thing and thinking about him. Then he popped into thin air. Almost like you were granted a wish from the gods but now? Just looking at it stung. What did you do to deserve this treatment from him? Did he figure out your feelings and just had no clue on how to turn you down? If he didn't like you back you would've respected that decision, but he didn't even respect you enough to tell you why he was leaving. Before you could get too into your head you heard something fall to the ground. Luck truly wasn't on your side huh? First you wished for him and now you somehow jinxed this whole break in thing.

You stood, making slow, gentle movements around the front desk. Making your way over to what had dropped, you felt like there were eyes on you. And in an instant, you were grabbed from behind, a hand over your mouth. You went to scream but once your back met the person's chest you stared ahead. You saw Newt, holding a finger to his lips. Just looking at him made you anger. How could he treat you the way he did and then randomly show up here and have whoever was holding you touch you like this? What would he even need here? Then it hit you. His creatures.

You nodded and the person behind you let you go. You turned to face them and saw a man, he quickly whispered an apology to you, and two women. Then women were like polar opposites of each other, visually speaking. Nothing to do with their beauty, no, they were both probably the prettiest women you had ever met. They just looked different. Once blonde wearing pinks and a cute face of makeup, the other a brunette wearing darker clothes. After scanning the group your eyes fall back to Newt. "What's here?" he pointed past me, a floating purse making its way through the store. "Dougal, my Demiguise." You nodded slowly. You've heard a lot about those creatures. Newt always thought they were the most difficult to catch, or save even.

"Demiguise are fundamentally peaceful, but-" "they can give a nasty nip though." You shrugged. The room fell silent. You looked up at the other, who you still hadn't gotten the name of. They looked at you like you were crazy but Newt had this slight smirk on his face. "I learned from the master himself." You whispered and gently nudged Newts arm. After the interruption Newt was giving out orders. "You two, head that way. And try very hard not to be predictable. Y/n?" You hummed softly. "Stay with them?" You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was worried for them. These people obviously knew little to nothing. But you knew everything, you knew what to do and what not to do. You keep these people safe. And Newt trusted you so deeply with that task. You smiled and nodded, leading the way.

We were in some kind of attic and Newt was describing the beast to everyone in the room. Once you realized it was babysitting and that Newt "must have miscounted" you knew we were in for it. A huge and beautiful Occamy came forward. Staring straight into Newt's eyes. You felt a smile creep onto your face, you'd never seen one before but like you'd always thought, no matter the creature, it was a wonderful thing to see. Seeing how gently Newt was, you thought for sure he had it, that was until the blonde walked forward, almost like she was in awe, and accidently kicked a Christmas ordainment. It rang and the poor thing got spooked. Its body got moved around the room, almost snake like. Your first immediate thought was to get Dougal, something so big could easily kill him while it was startled like this. But once you made your way towards him, he made his way towards the other man and blondie. Now in the center of the room, Newt was gone, riding on top of it. Before you could even think to start looking around for something small or an insect, one of its wings came flying towards you. Hitting you square in the chest and making you slam into the floor. You head hurt the most, and you blacked out while gasping for air.

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We had just gotten the Occamy in the tea pot and for a spilt second everything left so calm. It felt like the weight he had been keeping on his shoulders had vanished, but it all faded when he saw you, the literal light of his light, laid limp on the floor. Tina had both hands on the tea pot and the lip so Newt ran to your side. "Y/n? Hey, wake up!" He shook you gently and then realized that was probably the worst thing he could be doing to you right now. His only other thought in mind was to take you into his arms and bring you into his case. He had put a cot in the shed, right by the entrance. Sometimes he just preferred to be asleep near his creatures. The sounds they made throughout the night were like little lullabies. He brought you down, the other following close behind, and laid you gently on it. Taking off his coat and laying that on top of you too. It was particularly cold but he still worried.

"Can you put my Occamy back and Dougal on his tree?" He didn't spare anyone a glance. But Jacob nodded, leading Queenie out of the room. But Tina stayed. She took a seat next to you, looking you over. It seemed she didn't snoop enough, or she was just blind as a bat because once she looked up towards Newt, she was a photo. A moving picture, of you, smiling so bright. Her hand slowly went to the necklace. She felt this ping in her chest. Over these past few days she thought her and Newt were becoming closer. Like they could be something more. Maybe not this soon, but over time, maybe something. It genuinely hurt more than she thought it would. While Newt was still distracted, making something to help you, she took off the necklace and gently placed it around your neck. Seeing it on you, it felt like it just belonged there.

She stood to her feet and gave Newt a gently pat on the back and left the room. Leaving the two of you alone.

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You slowly opened your eyes, your head heavy and throbbing. Your back also just completely bruised. You sat up slowly, touching your hand to your head. It was wrapped in gauze and a foreign cream over your collarbones, along with a necklace. You knew you weren't wearing it before but besides that, you were in so much pain. You glanced around the room and saw Newt, setting on the floor beside you, holding your free hand. You squeezed it and he opened his eyes, standing so quickly to his feet that he fell back a bit, leaning fully on the work bench behind him. "Are you alright?" you asked him with a chuckled. "Are you alright?" he made his way back to your side. His hand finding its way to the back of your head. He leaned down a bit, giving you a once over. You nodded. "I'm fine, though I will say that hurt more than when we tried to ride that Hippogriff we found in the forest." He moved away and went back to his work bench, grabbing something that must've been sitting there, waiting for you. He handed it to you and drank it without a second thought. Your body felt cool all of a sudden and like the pain was fading away.

He sat beside you, fiddling with his fingers. You grabbed his hands, like you'd done all those years ago but for the first time, he flipped his hand, allowing you to see the maps on his palm. He glanced at him, but his eyes were laser focused on your fingers as you ran them over the lines. Your eyes went back to his hands, much larger than yours. As you traced the lines they felt familiar. It felt like the same pattern he would trace onto you. Your heart was beating so fast. All this time you wondered why he was so fascinated by it, but he knew all along that you futures were aligned. You continued to stare and trace with a smile permanently etched on your face. "I love you."

Your eyes shot up. "I love you, y/n. I've loved you for so long and I've been terrified to tell you but..." He clenched his jaw. "When I saw you there, I was more terrified than ever. The thought of you not loving me back couldn't compare to the thought of you dying. So I knew I had to tell you. I'm sorry I never told you, and I'm sorry I left." Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. His beautiful green meeting your calm (y/e/c). His hand went to your cheek, thumbing rubbing your tears away. You hand went over his, and gently rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. A chuckle left your lips as the tears fell completely. "I love you too. I always have."

He smirked and you could see his shoulders relax. He was looking at you so intently and then down at your lips. Your eyes met again and he leaned forward, ever so slightly, then stopped. It was a silent way to ask permission. Then you leaned forward to, inviting him in. He took the invitation and slowly kissed you. It was soft, gentle and the best thing you've ever felt in your life. The happiness you both felt filled the room. This might be your new, fondest, moment.

Masterlist

#fantastic beasts and where to find them #fbawtft #newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x y/n #newt scamander x you #queenie goldstein #tina goldstein #jacob kowalski

[gulnarsultan]

Newt Scamander with a drunk reader who's flirting with him by just throwing random (magical or not) animal facts and staring at him lovingly like

"did you know scientists gave found the whole Alpha alphabet and numbers on butterflies wings?"

"Oh yeah? That's a quite fascinating fact, my love" (he's thinking about cataloguing the reader's behavior as a mating ritual at thus point)

Newt's face is red with embarrassment. He smiles at this state of the reader. In fact, she thinks these compliments of him are sweet. With the reader, there is a high probability that at these moments he will confess his hidden feelings for her. If they are in a relationship, he is brave to tell her about his love. These moments most likely end with Newtin putting the reader's bed into bed and wishing him good night.

#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander #newt scamander x you #newt scamander x y/n #fantastic beats and where to find them #fantastic beasts the secrets of dumbledore #fantastic beats the crimes of grindelwald #fantastic beasts #hp fanart #harry potter characters x reader #harry potter characters

[rowniebow]

A newt x male reader, maybe a fic or headcannons different ways of how their cuddles

cuddles | newt scamander x male!reader

pairings: newt scamander x male!reader

cw: hopefully loads of fluff!

word count: 1.1k+

an: late answer to a request as always.... thank you for requesting though !!! i appreciate you so much!

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newt isn't the biggest cuddler, but gosh, for you he would hold you for days.

it took him a while to warm up to it: your arms around him and your fingers between his whenever you got the chance. the first time he realized you were an established cuddler was a couple months into your official relationship after a long day of chasing after dragons.

"newt," your mumble escaped the feathers of the pillow your head was smushed into and found his ears.

he turned his head away from the sleep shirt he was about to slip over his bare torso. "yes?"

"come lay with me," your words were almost indiscernible.

"i need to go write down some stuff about the dragon's from today first-,"

"please?"

your eyelids drooped over your tired eyes. your limp limbs fell over the bed you two shared (although it seemed to be strictly yours with how little newt was in it). your arms and legs were ships in the sea of blankets. and your sonorous raspy plead wouldn't let him deny you.

he slipped the sleep shirt on and slowly made his way towards you.

you turned on to your back, grabbing his hand and pulling him down to lay with you. newt stiffly laid where he had fallen. he laid his head on your slow rising chest. his legs tangled themselves between yours. his hands balled themselves into fists and sat at his side.

"relax, sweets." the whisper left a smile on your lips. "i won't bite, i promise."

you arms wrapped around him. your left thumb ran through the canyon of his spine. your right hand snuck it's way over his tense hand. you massaged relaxation out of it and held his hand comfortably firm as to refuse him to let go.

newt only blinked at the blurry folds of your clothes that were so near to his eyes. he could practically see the individual threads and their journey throughout your clothes.

his eyes traveled up to your smiling features. you appeared to be the most relaxed he had ever seen you. no clenched jaw or squeezed eyes or scrunched eyebrows. only a soft grin and naturally falling lids that melted him.

he finally let out a breath he had been holding and did his best to relax his tight muscles. he wrapped his free arm around your waist. his hand found warm comfort under your torso. your heart beat bounced slowly in his ear. exhaustion seemed to roll over him like a wave as you pulled the blankets over you two.

you were aware that newt wasn't the fondest of hugs and snuggles, so you denied yourself whenever you had the urge to pull him into your arms and whisper comforting things in his ears.

however, the longer you two spent time together, the more often you indulged yourself.

it was a lot of little things at first.

coming into newt's workspace while he was working after a day of you two being apart. you would wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss his cheek and the crook of his neck.

he would always be startled initially. he'd be stiff and sit as straight as possible. but after a glance at your tired smile he would relax his shoulders. "hello," his greeting would be quiet and raspy from working for so long and not talking to anyone.

"hi," your smile would leak through the vowel and infect his hypothalamus. the warmth of your words would brush over the hairs on his neck and make them stand as straight as he sat.

and the more you indulged yourself and he saw how happy it made you, the more he was tempted to enjoy it and initiate.

it would be the smallest of actions. ones that most wouldn't think twice about. but knowing newt so well, these "small" actions were giant leaps that brought warmth to your cheeks every time.

you would be sitting at the table, eating a bowl of oatmeal that had been drenched in brown sugar and berries. your eyes would be trained on the words and moving pictures on the daily prophet from that morning.

newt would come out from the hallway, rushing around to find his things before heading off to work or to search for a creature last minute.

getting up to wash your dish, he would stop you, wrapping a single arm around you (his other hand was full of his case and coat and dozens of other things he'd need in the day), wishing you good bye and a good day at work. a drunken-on-dopamine smile would sew itself into your features at the action as he rushed out the door.

and he always, always held you when you were down. he soon found it to be the only thing that really calmed you down.

he'd find you with a crease between your brow, shoulders as high as they physically could be, and tear stained skin.

he'd linger for a moment, taking in your distraught figure. "what - what happened?"

your sobs of nothing but random incoherent syllables smashed together would throw the option of words out the window, bringing him to wrap his arms around you and sit while you cried into his shoulder.

your arms would eventually make their way up the mountain of his body and make themselves comfortable on the cliff of his hips.

he holds you tight as your heart beat slowly calms and your gasp return to small hiccups. he would drag (practically carry) you over to your shared bed. his fingers would fly through your hair and his thumb would rub circles into your skin. he would lay with you until sleep finally found you and gave you the much needed rest you deserved.

regardless of his reactions and his general discomfort with physical touch, newt finds warmth and comfort in your touch specifically. despite his ever stiffening muscles, he loves when you brush his cheeks with your fingertips or subconsciously drew shapes into his forearms.

and he loves being able to find the confidence to hold you, which is a rare occasion for him. you love holding him and he loves being held by you.

but the moments where he can have an arm around your shoulder or waist were his special pleasures. times when you rested your head on his chest and let your eyes fall shut to the sound of his heart stuck out to him the most because of the rarity.

and you had to admit, you loved them a bit more as well.

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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)

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

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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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Telling Newt You’re Pregnant

Summary: Headcanons: Telling Newt you’re pregnant

You’re unsure how Newt is going to react

You decide to just bring it up after feeding time

The minute the words leave your lips Newt sweeps you off your feet and refuses to put you down until he’s made sure you’re telling the truth

He then apperates the both of you to Theseus house; nevermind its four in the morning in London Theseus needs to know he’s going to be an uncle

Newt becomes really protective

He makes a point of going around to tell all his creatures and reminding them

He tries to do everything for you

He asks Dougal and Pickett to keep an eye on you

All of the creatures seem to understand and act calmer and are more gentle around you

When you go to visit his parents and tell them his mother informs you both she already knows because Theseus apperated over after you told him to cry about being an uncle; he assumed you’d told his parents and he was the second to know

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[warmerthanhotcoco]

quiet space

You're playing Quidditch with the other Gryffindors when you see Newt Scamander walking into the Forbidden Forest. Of course you fake an injury and slip away to check on him. Just out of curiosity. …Right? When inside the Forest, he finds you instead.

"Oi! Quit daydreaming and fly!" "Are you even listening?" You turned around and shook your head in apology. "Ah, sorry." You waited until a good half-hour of the practice had passed to bang your arm on a goalpost, successfully injuring yourself. The Captain sighed in disappointment and told you off for a solid ten minutes before sending you off to Madam Pomfrey. Wasting an idle fifteen minutes battling Peeves in the corridors, you ran back to the Quidditch pitch knowing the Gryffindors would have left. But to your dismay, you couldn't find the one Hufflepuff either. Where did he go?

You grabbed your broom and took off, swirling around the grounds before landing in an opening in the Forest. Just when you did, something moved by the tree behind you.

Whipping your wand out, you spun around, broom held mid-air like a baton ready to bash the beast's head. But there was no beast in sight. You frowned, narrowing your eyes and mumbling a revealing charm. A single leaf wiggled in response. Slowly, a twig detached itself, climbed down the tree to your eye level, and stood on a lower branch.

You chuckled to yourself, lowering your defence wards and weapons before taking a step closer to the tree. "Hello there," you gave the Bowtruckle a little wave. The two leaves atop its head twitched in caution. It squeaked and ran, disappearing into the foliage. "Hey, wait! Oh come on, I'm not that scary!"

"Not at all, he's j-just extremely s-shy," a soft, low voice stammered a little to your left. You looked around to find a young boy in yellow robes fixing his glasses, the Bowtruckle on his shoulder trying desperately to hide in his ridiculously messy mop of hair. Beautiful, glittery hair.

"Well, then I shan't be surprised if Bowtruckles were your favourite species," you grinned, smacking his upper arm, laughing when he jumped at the touch. "See?"

"S… Sorry, just bad with…" Newt Scamander waved at your hands vaguely.

"Physical touch?"

He nodded, head tilted low.

"Aww, sorry. You'll get used to it," you smiled. "Shoulda prepared yourself for it when you first agreed to be best friends with clingy me." With that, you sat on the grass, laid your broom beside you, and patted the ground. Newt nibbled the inside of his cheek, weighing the pros and cons of spending a free afternoon with you in the forest, before quickly sitting across from you.

You both crossed your legs and removed your cloaks –– the forest was far too warm. You tossed yours against the tree, striking perfectly and letting it sink to rest on the roots. Newt shuffled over, picked it up, patted the poor fabric, folded it neatly and placed it atop his own. You could see a subtle head-shake, lips twitching at the tips. "What's so funny? I'm tired from practice, okay?!"

He nodded, letting out a chuckle before beckoning the Bowtruckle down. "Say hello," he patted it.

A low grunt and a wave followed, making you laugh. "Oh, you're hardly friendly. Hello. Say, Scamander, why are you here anyway? Don't––" you added, when he opened his mouth warily. "Don't tell me you just walked in, I saw you coming in here an hour ago."

"I… Ju– Just…" He gulped, eyes darted back up. Seeing you waiting with a patient smile, his shoulders relaxed a bit. "I come here… to s… study."

"You study here? Merlin's beard, the Forbidden Forest is your quiet space? Takes a damn lot of courage to even come in here, you're in the wrong house!" You clapped, laughing and cheering. "Makes sense. You do love animals, it would make sense to want to study in the middle of a bloody jungle. And for someone who's boggart is an office desk…"

His mouth twitched in a smirk, making you laugh. "It's not exactly Care of Magical Creatures, though…"

"Oh?"

He nodded again.

"Let me take a wild guess." He looked up, eyes far off but alert, the way they always were. "You're writing your own book on magical beings?"

"…" He gulped and shook his head vigorously, hair flying. "No, no, just ta..king my own notes," he denied slowly.

"If that's what you call it for now, sure," you flashed a grin. "I don't know about your writing skills, but I do know you're mad about these ones," you waved at the Bowtruckle, holding out your pinky finger, waiting. The creature pulled a face but relented. You felt a little leafy twig wrapping around your finger and glanced at Newt, beaming with pride. "Look! He likes me!"

Newt was probably surprised too, the way he smiled a little grin. "Who wouldn't?" you heard him mutter.

"I heard that," you smirked, holding out your free hand. The Hufflepuff gazed at it for three long seconds before clasping your hand in his own. "…"

"Wanna go back inside or stay? I could bribe a Prefect of ours to help get in after curfew."

"… Stay." He didn't stutter this time.

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