#newt x pickett

[findmeinasunshower]

𝑩𝒐𝒘𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔: 𝑵𝒆𝒘𝒕 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓

word-count: 2k

summary: Mr. Scamander introduces you to his bowtruckle...and he may or may not be falling for you as he does.

warnings: none :)

“You have a bowtruckle in your pocket.”

Newt halts in his fiddling with the locks on his case and looks up at you through the wispy, caramel hair that’s constantly obscuring his eyes from your view. You’re perched on one of Tina and Queenie’s dining room chairs. Jacob carried it into the living room for you earlier when you all first arrived. Newt had offered you his seat on the well-worn, but plush lounge, but you had refused, stating that you can handle having a conversation without a cushion, thank you very much. 

Your legs are crossed daintily at the ankles, and you lean forward as you consider Newt. Or, more specifically, Pickett, who has clambered up his shoulder to huddle shyly behind his neck. Only the creature’s eyes and the sprig on top of his head can be seen, and you smile sweetly when you make eye contact. Newt blinks at the way your perfectly curled hair flutters around your eyes like curtains in the breeze when you move. He can tell you’re curious, and realizes that you’ve never seen a bowtruckle before. The corner of his mouth turns up fondly at the thought.

“That I do,” he responds, shifting in his crouch as he finishes locking up his case.

“Why?”

Newt finds himself blinking once again at the bluntness of your question, and he tilts his head up to look at you fully. Your gaze meets his inquisitively, and he’s quick to look back down before you can see the blush spreading across his cheeks. He rolls out of his crouch with a small sigh until he’s sitting on the ground with his back against the lounge, legs spread out in front of him. “Well,” he starts, “I keep bowtruckles in my case, but Pickett has what Queenie calls ‘attachment issues.’”

You raise your eyebrows and an amused smile creeps across your face. “Attachment issues,” you repeat, encouraging him to elaborate.

Newt backtracks, eyes flicking to the ceiling as he thinks of a way to explain. He holds his hand up in front of his shoulder, encouraging Pickett to wrap his spindly limbs around his thumb and pull himself up. Once his little friend is standing comfortably on his palm, Newt runs a gentle finger over the sprout at the top of his head. “He doesn’t like his tree,” he clarifies simply.

You chuckle softly and lean forward out of your chair to get a closer look. “But aren’t bowtruckles guardians of their trees?” you ask. A pleased warmth spreads through Link’s chest at your knowledge of one of his creatures. You laugh again when he nods in confirmation. “Why doesn’t he like his tree?”

“He says the other bowtruckles bully him.” Newt shifts to cradle Pickett in both of his hands and sits up, crossing his legs. He regards you with a small smirk, green eyes twinkling with mischief. “But I have a suspicion that he’s actually just sensitive.” He whispers the last part as if it’s a secret, making you giggle and Pickett whirl around to glare adorably at his keeper. 

Newt frowns right back down at him. “What?” he asks incredulously. “You and I both know it’s true.” You’re absolutely delighted when the bowtruckle blows a raspberry, and Newt rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Again, that behavior is so beneath you, Pickett.”

You snicker and slide off of the dining chair and to the floor so you’re sitting next to Newt on one hip, with both of your legs folded on top of each other. The magizoologist flushes bright red from the tips of his ears to his chest when you settle next to him, despite you maintaining a respectable distance between the two of you. He’s glad you’re too occupied with mesmerizing Pickett to notice his current state—The little creature had shied away from you when you first moved closer, but now he’s watching in fascination as you conjure flowers about the size of the pads of Newt’s fingers out of the tip of your wand. Pickett watches them all the way as they shoot up to the ceiling only to gently float back down to the floor. 

“So,” You shoot a baby blue flower across the room, causing Pickett to reel around in search of it, “Does that make you Pickett’s tree?”

Newt whips his head around to look at you with wide, green eyes. “What?” he splutters. You grin at his reaction and unthinkingly magick an array of tiny, yellow flowers to rain around Pickett. The soft petals tickle Newt’s hands when the flowers land in them, and he finds he quite likes the feeling.

“Like I said,” you continue, “bowtruckles live to guard their trees. And if Pickett is always with you…” You fix him with a teasing smile underneath your lashes, “...that makes you his tree.”

Newt gapes at you, jaw moving up and down as he tries in vain to come up with something to respond with. What does one say when a beautiful acquaintance compares you to a tree? He swallows to clear his dry mouth and mumbles: “I suppose it does.”

Your lips spread into a wide smile and you snicker giddily at the baffled expression on the magizoologist’s face. At this point, Pickett has clambered up the lapels of Newt’s white collared shirt so he’s perched on his collarbone. And while you look back at the creature, Newt finds it impossible for him to tear his gaze from you. You twirl your fingers in a “hello” to Pickett, and if his heart wasn’t already melting at that small movement, the way your nose crinkles when you smile warms him completely. Newt’s mouth twitches up once again, and this time a glint of his teeth shines through his smile. 

A breathy laugh escapes from his lips when you raise your wand and resume your flower shower. You look back at him at the sound, smile dropping slightly when you see the way Mr. Scamander is looking at you.

You’ve only known him for a couple of days, but from what you’ve seen, he’s never held a significant amount of eye contact with anyone. He tends to keep his head bowed, raising his eyes only for certain amounts of necessary eye contact. This close, you can see flecks of golden-brown hidden in his forest green eyes, like the first hints of autumn that appear in September. You find yourself searching for every last one of the beautiful imperfections while he maintains stunned eye contact with you. You get to see up close as his eyes soften, beholding you as if for the first time.

Newt’s eyes flick down to your lips briefly before raising back up to yours, and your cheeks flame at the minuscule gesture. You look down at your lap in an attempt to hide your flaming cheeks and notice Newt doing the same out of the corner of your eye. 

“Miss (l/n)?” Newt’s quiet, husky voice penetrates your being, and you stop tapping your knee nervously. You look back up at him through your lashes to let him know you heard him and his eyes falter from his own lap to your eyes and then back again before he smiles bashfully. “Would you like to meet the rest of my creatures?”

A soft, but still shy smile spreads across your face. “I would love to.”

A full-on grin breaks across Newt’s face and he scrambles to his feet, gently guiding Pickett up until he’s perched on his shoulder. Then, he holds out a hand to you, and you smile as you allow him to pull you to your feet. Neither of you are quick to let go of the other’s hand, and you find you quite like the feel of his worked, calloused fingers in yours.

Newt’s the one who lets go first, but it’s only to reach down and flick the locks of his battered case back open. You watch as he pries it open and lets the top end fall to the floor with a thump. He stands back up to his full height and huffs out a breath and you look at him curiously when you feel him look back at you with a subtle smile. “Ready?” he asks.

Your heart flutters, and you feel like the sudden lightness in your chest has the power to lift you off the ground. “Ready.”

~*~

Jacob steps over the Goldstein’s threshold with a relieved groan and holds the door open for Queenie. He scans the living room tiredly, and what he sees has him suddenly much more awake. His jaw drops slightly, but he schools himself enough to say, “Um…Queen?”

“Hm?” Queenie bounces clumsily into the flat after him. She catches Jacob’s shoulder to stop herself from tripping over her own two feet, and her blue eyes widen as she takes in the living room. “Oh, dear.”

“‘Oh dear?’” Jacob parrots, closing the door behind his girlfriend. “What the hell happened in here?” When the two of them and Tina had left two hours before, the Goldstein’s living room was meticulously clean, thanks to the elder of the two sisters. Now, it looks like a meadow exploded. What seems like thousands of flowers lay scattered across the carpet and the furniture, most of them concentrated around Newt’s closed case in the middle of the floor.

Queenie’s careful as she walks further into the room, for some reason doing her best not to step on the tiny blossoms. “We’re lucky Teeny got called in,” she chimes. “I’m sure she wouldn’t be happy to see this.” She snorts softly and then giggles, returning to her examination of the sitting room-turned-field. “I just don’t know why either of ‘em woulda done it.”

Jacob turns around in a slow circle, face still scrunched up comically. “Where the hell are they?”

Queenie squints when she frowns. “I don’t know.” Her eyes flick down to Newt’s case laying inconspicuously in the middle of the carpet. She grins toothily and hums at her epiphany before scurrying over to the case and kneeling in its surrounding flowers. 

“Don’t tell Newt I did this,” she whispers as she points her wand at the case and mutters, “Alohomora.” The locks flip open with a satisfying click, and Jacob walks over to join Queenie in peering down into Newt’s garden shed.

Queenie then proceeds to tip the entire top half of her body over the side of the case so her torso is dangling over the edge and into the other world.

Jacob splutters and grabs hold of the back of her calves just as she starts to slide. “Jesus, Queen, what’re you doin’?” he hisses, keeping his voice down in case Newt is close to the shed.

“Whoops!” is the only explanation she gives. Jacob sighs tiredly.

“There are a lot easier ways to do this, you know. Like climbing down the ladder.”

Queenie ignores him and turns her head to the side, blonde curls swishing into her face as she does. She blows harshly to get them to fall back out of her eyes before stilling once again, blue eyes flicking around the shed as she searches the thoughts of the different creatures in Newt’s tiny world. 

It doesn’t take her long to find the two of you, but one, simple word reigns supreme:

Pretty.

Queenie smiles as the warm feeling you and Newt are taken with fills her up like a balloon. She swings herself back up into the apartment, and Jacob rips his hands off of her legs to avoid being sat on. Yours and Newt’s thoughts die down until all she can feel is Jacob’s confusion and Mrs. Esposito’s frustration because apparently Janey downstairs brought another boy in without permission.

Jacob frowns when he sees the way Queenie is smiling. “What?” he asks. She huffs and shrugs, still smiling, and Jacob raises his eyebrows at her slightly-crazed state. Her bob is now more of a frizzy pom-pom look and she’s practically twitching with excitement as what she just felt whips through her head like a summer storm.

“We best not bother those two for a while,” is her only explanation.

[forbiddengalaxy]

An improvement of @mugglenet ‘s insta post

[latoyalestrange]

sleepless

n. scamander x f!reader

look at him omg

summary: you pull an all-nighter to help newt with his book. he just so happens to think you look very cute while struggling to stay awake for him.

words: idk not a lot

warnings: very old blurb from when fbawtft first came out omg. just fluff tho. minors dni tho BACK I SAY!!!

You loved Newt's creatures almost more than you loved Newt himself. You loved working on his book with him, you loved taking care of the creatures. But sometimes life caught up to you, and you suddenly realized you hadn't slept in the last 24 hours. It was 11 PM, the last time you had actually slept was 24 hours ago when you woke up in the middle of the night to Frank carrying on in his biome.

You smiled when you remembered how Newt tried to pull you back into bed when you went to see if Frank was okay. Then you told him what you heard and he was out the door before you stood up. You looked back up at Pickett and scribbled some more in your notebook. Pickett tried to run off the table, but you put your hand in front of him to stop him.

"Now, Pickett. I told you he'd only be a moment," You scolded Pickett and put him back on the table. He stuck his tiny tongue out at you. You did the same. You bowed your head to sketch some more, and could feel yourself slowly drifting. You blinked prufsely, and tried to stay awake, to no avail. You closed your eyes in defeat and gradually slipped into a light slumber. You could feel two warm hands begin to massage your shoulders whilst you were half awake.

"Darling?" Newt's voice echoed in your mind. "Darling, are you okay?" Your head flew up, your head now right next to Newt's as he continued to massage your neck and back. He chuckled and kissed your neck gently.

"Let's go to bed, love," He suggested as he squeezed your chest and bit your ear. You smiled and moaned quietly.

"I would love that," You whispered in his ear. Pickett screeched, which made you remember how tired you were. "But I haven't slept in legitimately 24 hours," He kissed your neck once more before he gathered your things in his arms. You stood up from the bench and carried Pickett to his tree home. Newt waited for you with his arm stretched out, a signal for you to take his hand. You did so, and he lead you to the cottage the two of you shared. You went straight into the bedroom, and Newt, however, stacked your things neatly on the kitchen table and changed into more comfortable clothes before he joined you in bed.

"I love you, Y/N," He whispered as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face with his middle finger.

"I love you too," You replied. You scooted closer to him and placed a gentle kiss on his nose. Before you could pull away, he rested his hand on the back of your head and pulled you in for a kiss.

"As much as I would love to stay up kiss you, darling, you must get to sleep. Now, I love you more than anything-" He was cut off by your snoring. He smiled and kissed your forehead.

"I love you too," You replied in your sleep. He blushed and wrapped his arms around you.

"Sweet dreams, my sleepless love,"

[random-fandom-inserts]

Oswald

After your hippogriff injures his wing, you send a letter to your old friend Newt Scamander, asking for help. Will it spark up old feelings?

Newt Scamander x F!Reader

My first fic with him, so I apologize if it’s bad but for the release of Hogwart’s Legacy, I felt the need to try💖

He hasn’t seen or heard from you in years. Ever since you guys left Hogwarts, contact with each other kind of faded. You’ve been busy with magical beasts, like him, going to remote locations to do so, even discovering a new one. As a Ravenclaw, he knows that your studies matter before all else, but Newt hoped that you guys would keep some sort of contact.

Of course, he could’ve sent you something, but he was too nervous.

Newt had a crush on you back when you guys were fifth years. You seem to care for creatures just like he did. He’s always wanted to say something, but he was too shy. Then you guys grew up and Newt became busy with his own work. Right now, he was back in America after his brother pulled some tough strings to allow him to travel internationally again.

“What’ll it be this time Newt?” Jacob asked his friend from behind the counter. The magizoologist was in the bakery, leaning against the counter with his case by his feet. Deep in thought, he jumped a bit at the voice.

“O-Oh...just the usual, Jacob.” Newt said while also bending down to clip shut one of the locks on his case, which flipped open for a second,

“Oh come on. But that’s so boring.” The man before him tried to push Newt to get something else, anything that he has put more time into, but the wizard wouldn’t have it.

“My usual, please.” Newt said while flashing a tiny smile. Jacob just sighed before grabbing him a blueberry muffin. He grabbed the baked good and began to unwrap when the sudden sound of something hitting the window startled both him, Jacob, and every other customer in the building. Turning around, Newt recognized your owl sliding down the glass. 

He quickly rushed outside, where your owl had come to its senses. The bird fluffed its feathers a bit as Newt offered his arm as a perch. The owl flew up there and landed, and that’s when the wizard realized there was a note tied to its leg. 

With shaky hands, he undid and read the letter...

“Newt! Where are you going?” Jacob voiced when the wizard rushed back into the bakery and grabbed his suitcase before rushing out again. Your owl has since vanished.

“I need to get to Scotland.” Newt replied, not stopping his gait. As he left the store, Jacob continued to follow, mumbling “Scotland” under his breath with a confused face. However, as he was wondering about that, Newt was already far ahead of him.

“Wait! Newt! Aren’t you gonna pay-” Jacob called out, but Newt had pulled out his wand and apparated.

“...Never mind.” He then mumbled before walking back into his bakery, trying to calm the public down while also generating loud excuses as for what just happened...

Newt landed in a forest. Based on the smell and surrounding vegetation, he would say that he reached his destination. Your letter said that you would be in this area, so he began walking. It didn’t state much besides that you had an injured creature on your hands. He didn’t know what he would be walking into, but at least his case would have everything that he might need. A small chirp in his pocket made him look down to see a dazed and confused Pickett.

“Sorry about that Pickett. Nearly there I believe.” Newt said to the bowtruckle, looking down. 

Around a half hour or so, Newt left the cover of the trees and found himself on a dirt path. Upon following it for a bit, he was led to a grassy clearing that had a broken-down wooden cabin and barn. But that wasn’t what caught his attention and stole his breath away.

An onyx-colored hippogriff was laying in front of the barn with you by its side, gently stroking its feathers.

“H-Hello Y/N...” Newt said nervously, catching your attention. You looked over at him and it stole his breath away. You were still just as beautiful as all those years ago if not more so.

“It’s good to see you again Newt.” You said softly, smiling a bit. The hippogriff next to you lifted its head, noticing the wizard. Newt set his case down and lowered his body slightly in a bow, but the hippogriff didn’t seem to care as it got to its feet and hissed at him.

“Oswald! Stop!” You shouted at the beast as he clawed at the ground. Newt bowed even more in hopes it would appease the hippogriff and keep it from attacking, remaining calm as he did so. 

But as the hippogriff spread open his wings to show dominance, he squawked in pain before falling back to his feet, where you began to pet him again.

“What happened to him?” Newt asked, concern for your beast overtaking any nervousness he has around you. Upon further inspection, he realized that the hippogriff’s left wing was bent awkwardly. You scootched a bit so he could crouch down next to you.

Close to you.

“He likes to fly, but I can’t always be with him. One time when he went out, he didn’t return for a while. Finally came back, but on foot. I noticed the wing and how his behavior changed each time I touched it.” You explained to him, keeping Oswald calm as Newt examined it. Your hippogriff seemed to calm down, sensing now that you trust this man to help him.

“I’m not to good with injured beasts, especially wings, I thought that you would know what to do...and I knew it would be nice to see you again.” You said with a smile, petting Oswald’s flank as the hippogriff shut his eyes. Newt nearly stopped breathing at your words but managed to compose himself for the sake of the injured creature in front of him.

“Yes, me too, I also am...I mean, I do know how to help him.” Newt struggled with his words, causing you to giggle a bit and his face to flush red.

A bit of prodding and beak-snapping later, Newt managed to secure and set your hippogriff’s wing. Give him around a month or more, and he’ll be back up in the skies in no time. A broken wing was indeed the culprit.

“Oswald...is he yours?” Newt asked as he watched the hippogriff sniff and bite at the work that was done on his wing. You were shoving his head away each time but nodded to answer the question.

“I saved his life and in turn...he saved mine.” It was all that you told him, and Newt didn’t pry. He knows that look in your eyes because he’s had it himself. Oswald was taken by poachers, probably like some other hippogriffs that weren’t so lucky. Newt didn’t even want to imagine what he looked like before you saved him.

Perhaps you could tell him the full story some other time.

“Anyway, what’s been up with you?” Your tone changed from one of sad to one of joy, and the smile was back on your face. Newt has been waiting for a chance to catch up with you, and here it was. He told you all about his travels, America, and so forth. All the creatures he discovered, Pickett popping out to say hello at this point, making you giggle. In turn, you’ve told him how busy you’ve been exploring and studying creatures. He was eager to hear about the new creature you discovered. Tanukisunes (created by yours truly), name meaning something along the lines of “tricksters”, which resembled foxes with multiple tails while having beautiful navy blue fur. Apparently, they like to trick travelers and steal their belongings, guiding them off the path until they are utterly lost. But they aren’t cruel, guiding the lost traveler back to their path after they’ve had their fun-granted, with some items missing.

“Sounds like they’d get along well with my niffler.” Newt said and you laughed, nodding. The two of you then watched Oswald, who has now gotten on his feet, eyeing the both of you, but Newt in particular, this stranger who you seemed to trust.

You guys watched as the hippogriff took a couple steps forward. Ready to intervene, you stood up, Newt mimicking your actions. However, Oswald did something you weren’t expecting.

He bowed.

“It seems Oswald has taken a liking to you after all. Trusts you as much as I do.” You said softly to Newt, causing the wizard to smile to himself at your words. He seemed to shift on his weight as your hippogriff got to his feet. Newt was nervous about something he was going to ask.

“I-I’m happy to hear that about Oswald because...” He hesitated a bit, swallowing nervously.

“Yes?” You urged him gently. Oswald walked over and nudged his shoulder, encouraging the wizard slightly. Pickett poked his head out and began to chatter incoherently, trying to persuade Newt to speak up. He was grateful for the creatures, feeling comfort from their actions.

“Because it’s not safe out here, and...I think it would be best for me to keep an eye on Oswald...j-just until his wing heals so...maybe you could come with me? There’s room.” Newt offered before gesturing towards his case. He was expecting you to hesitate before saying you were too busy, but you just smiled.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

The smile that spread across his face was enough to make any woman’s heart soar. Pickett chattered in delight, causing you to give him an odd look with a smile. Newt covered up the bowtruckle and gently shoved him back in his pocket. Oswald nuzzled you and you pet his beak in response. 

“You’re very sweet, you know that?” You told him with a blush on your face.

“It’s because of you Y/N...always.” Newt told you, smiling softly. Oswald gave you guys looks before swishing his tail a bit, wanting to get on his merry way with you guys. So, Newt opened his case, and the hippogriff took a running leap into it, disappearing inside the larger space hidden within. Relief went in you to know he was safe now.

“After you.” He said politely.

“Such a gentleman.” You teased lightly before going into the case. However, before you disappeared entirely, you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered lovingly, and then you went in, the case clicking shut behind you. 

Newt was glad you vanished because you missed the lovestruck smile that he couldn’t wipe off his face. And knowing that you might care for him back made him a bit giddy. However, he was mostly relieved to know that you and your hippogriff were safe and sound with him. It was creatures that introduced you guys to each other, and now it was creatures that brought you together again. In the end, maybe creatures will bring you guys together for good.

But for now, Newt knows he has to return to America, with you in tow this time.

He still has to pay Jacob for that muffin.

[oopsitsstella]

Back Home

Newt Scamander x Reader

Fandom: The Wizarding World

Summary: Theres no better feeling than coming home from a long day of Ministry meetings

Warnings: None, just fluff

A/N: I just want to be very clear here, that I in no way support JKR and what she stands for, but I do still love the movies and characters, which is why I wanted to write this fic. These stories still mean a lot to me, even if the creator is a bitch

Newt had honestly had enough of today. It had been rather stressful, what with a long meeting at the Ministry, discussing the launch of his book. It was amazing that it was finally to be released, but the people helping him arrange everything were doing more harm than good, every meeting a bigger mess than the last.

Because of that, it had taken much longer than it should have, and on top of that it had been pouring rain the whole day. Needless to say, Newt wasn’t in the best mood.

Entering his apartment, he hung his now soaked coat up on the wall, and he felt himself immediately relax. The apartment was a welcome change compared to the dark, rainy street outside. It was warm and bright, homey and lived in.

He ran a hand through his hair as he walked through the apartment, trying to remove the water from it, but with little success. He came to a stop by the kitchen sink, grabbing a glass of water and leaning back against the counter. He took a moment to breathe, thankful that the horrid day was coming to an end, and happy to be home again.

Newt found himself pulled back to the real world by the sound of music coming from the basement, a smile creeping onto his face at the sound of string and brass instruments. He left his now empty glass of water on the counter, and made his way down the stairs, greeted by some of the creatures that they kept there on the way. A Fwooper was sitting on the railing, and a kneazle was laying on the steps, and farther down, two rouge bowtruckles had climbed from their tree onto the railing as well.

The farther down he got, the louder the music became, and he eventually found the source, smiling wider when he did. His wonderful fiancée Y/N was twirling around the room in time with the music, slowly, to account for the large potted tree she held in her hands. Newt could see Pickett sitting on her shoulder, who was also dancing to the music playing in the basement.

Y/N sat down the pot on one of the many tables in their makeshift workshop, and Pickett hopped from her shoulder to the tree, climbing about the branches.

“What do you think, Pick?” She asked, and the bowtruckle responded very positively.

Y/N smiled at Picketts enthusiasm, and with a swish and flick of her wand, the potted tree floated from the table, over to the cluster of potted wiggentrees in the corner of the workshop.

“Getting another one, are they?” Newt finally spoke up, making Y/N turn to look at him.

“Well, since they keep going on adventures all about in here, I think they want more climbing room.” Y/N said, landing the pot next to the other trees.

“Even though they keep making trouble?” Newt asked, coming to stand next to her.

“Giving them more room is lessening the chances of them getting to the desk and getting ink all over the notes. Again.” Y/N pointed out.

“That is true.” Newt agreed.

“And that corner would look dreadful without the trees there.” Y/N pointed out. “How was the meeting?”

“Dreadful, as always, I’m afraid.” Newt replied, causing Y/N to frown.

“I'm sorry, darling.” She said.

“It’s not your fault, don’t worry.” He assured her. “We’ll work it out soon enough.”

“Always the optimist, aren’t you?” Y/N smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek before walking to her desk.

“How have things been while I was gone?” Newt asked, doing his best to ignore the flush rising to his cheeks.

“Calm, for once. Only one rogue niffler, and that was just down here.” Y/N said as she rearranged all the papers on her desk.

“Nothing upstairs?” Newt questioned.

“For once.”

“Are they finally learning?” Newt asked, picking up one of the baby nifflers off a table

“I doubt it.” Y/N disagreed. “Knowing them, they'll be back to business tomorrow.”

“Probably right.” Newt agreed, getting the small niffler back to their enclosure. “Have you had dinner yet?”

“Not yet, I was waiting for you. Are you hungry?” Y/N asked, turning to look at him.

“Terribly so.”

“Then maybe we should head upstairs?” Y/N suggested, slipping her wand into its designated pocket.

“Sounds wonderful, darling.” Newt agreed.

[moumouton4]

A little Dance In The Cave || Newt Scamander x fem!reader

A/n : I just watched Fantastic Beasts 3 and it helped me take the leap. This is my first story so be kind. Please let me know if there are any mistakes or things that can be improved. English is not my mother tongue, I'm French 😊

Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : Tom would say that I'm a naughty little sausage but there is really nothing suggestive. Mention of manticores, it's based on the scene in the cave

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 1.295

Part 2 is coming soon Sunday, May 22nd (( I have my final exams next week that's why 😭 )) so tell me if you want to be tagged 🧡

Part 2 is up here

He was annoyed, really annoyed that he had to get you involved, you, his girlfriend in the mission that Dumbledore had given him. You had been very stubborn about it and you intended to be of some use to him. You were good at potions and fighting. Your boyfriend was going to fight hell yeah you were too.

So after the events at the German Ministry of Magic, you and Newt went to Erkstag, the German wizarding prison where Theseus had been imprisoned.

After leaving Teddy the mischievous niffler, Pickett the clever bowtruckle and your two wands with a very rude man. Newt took the lantern the guard handed him and you both set out to find Theseus.

"A-are you okay ?" he asked you stuttering when you grabbed his hand in yours.

"Yes I just don't feel this place... I just think it's too much" you paused "easy" you added.

"Easy ?" he chuckled as he continued to walk clutching your hand in his just before calling out to his brother "Theseus !"

Suddenly you heard a noise, like a snake hissing, nothing impressive for the former Slytherin you were. Suddenly in the shadows you saw a small creature walking towards you. It looked to you like a crab coupled with a spider and then a sting was pointed at you. You felt Newt's hand squeeze your smallest one even tighter. He was often protective of you, no matter what danger you were in, and it was one of the many things that surprised you about the mysterious and shy Scamander.

He brought you out of your train of thoughts when he spoke calmly "It's a manticore as long as we don't look threatening they won't do anything to us" he barely had time to finish when you exclaimed "They ?” 

You turned your head and it was the last straw when you saw that there were two of them behind you, you rushed at Newt, sticking your body on his. Newt looked down at you, a blush creeping on his cheeks. He held back a chuckle at the gravity of the situation. True, it wasn't the first time you'd found yourselves so close to each other, holding his hand like your life depended on it, it reminded him... no no he had to think straight. You had come to find his brother, not to get lost in your thoughts.

He shyly glanced at you and started walking straight ahead. The cave was a labyrinth of winding galleries. And at some point, you came across a Theseus hanging upside down against a wall, you wondered how long he had been like that with all those crawling beasts. Speaking of beasts, there was now a whole colony of them following you. To your despair, you had only one desire left and that was to get out of this shit-hole well manticore-hole.

"Hello handsome happy to live your new life as a bat ?" you laughed in a snide way. You and Theseus liked to tease each other and really it never failed to pique an ounce of jealousy in Newt's chest. He then took a quick step towards his brother - avoiding the creepy little creatures - and untied his brother just before he replied something cocky as usual.

Theseus fell to the ground, and it's safe to say it wasn't the most graceful moment in his history. When he got up, he saw in turn and to his dismay the population of small manticores that had followed the young couple of wizards. There were some on both sides of the path and in front of you a hole, no a chasm.

You bent down and tried to look into this mouth of hell and you saw- "Aaahmmf" your scream was muffled by Newt's hand on you mouth and he sharply pulled you back to him. For the second time you found yourself pressed against your lover under Theseus’ playful eyes. This time you noticed Newt’s frustration and licked his hand, he blushed and abruptly removed it.

The flustered magizoologist looked around and decided that he had to intervene. So with one arm he put you between him and his brother and took a deep breath. Then he raised his hands above his head and spread his legs, keeping his attention only on the creatures at his feet.

You and Theseus looked at each other in surprise, and when you thought nothing was going to surprise you anymore, you saw Newt leap toward the manticores, at first swaying his hips slightly from right to left. And the more he swiveled his hips the more the manticores seemed to take interest in it. And they seemed to move forward, yes ! they moved forward.

"It's an imitation technique. Hopefully they'll do the same-" Newt interjected.

"Hopefully ! " exclaimed Theseus and you silently in unison.

"I've already practiced it in the suitcase but it wasn't under real conditions. B-but do it too please" he instructed them.

And you obeyed, you and Theseus got into position, raising your arms and spreading your legs as Newt had shown you. But when it came time to swing the hips, the teasing Theseus was more hesitant, not that he was embarrassed or anything but that he was skeptical about the effectiveness of this method. As for you, you put yourself to the task and you took a malicious pleasure to swing your hips more than it was necessary. And the more you advanced in this dance and the more you had fun swinging them in a provocative manners. This obviously attracted Newt's attention when he turned his head to see if you and Theseus were doing the right thing.

"You're not swiveling properly, swivel but swivel delicately" he had to tell his older brother.

To which he replied "I'm swiveling like you're swiveling"

"I don't think you are" answered the younger brother which you snorted before saying "Yep you can trust him on that"

Newt really didn't know how someone like him ended up with someone like you but here it was the least of his worries.

With patience you managed to make some headway, but the adult manticores caught a screaming prisoner with his head dangling between you and Newt. His heart skipped a beat and you all picked up the pace under the relentless mandracore's attacks. But all hell broke loose when fire from a fire spell one of you had cast went out of control.

When the guardian got involved, it was the last straw. You punched him right in the face and he fell backwards. Newt looked at you again with a look, that look. He knew your fighting skills but he couldn't admit what he felt when he saw you like that. 

And suddenly everything happened very quickly and the three of you found yourselves swept away by the beast into the abyss. Luckily, Newt had retrieved his wand from Pickett and you were dissaparated to a forest. Where Theseus got rid of the beast’s arm clutched around his waist.

All three of you knew you were not out of trouble and frankly it had just begun. But the look Newt gave you spoke volumes about his previous thoughts and you didn't need Queenie's gifts to know what they were about.

So he grabbed your hand and waist - this time on his own - and pulled you along with Theseus, who had already started walking. You shared a look that spoke more than words about what you might do later that evening. Newt blushed for the nth time. But when you saw Hogwarts Castle in front of you, you realized that the evening would not go exactly as you had planned.

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A/n : I hope you liked it and thank you for following me into my madness 😂 Feel free to request me things 💚💛

[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.

[tastybluesprite]

As long as I’m here, you’re safe

Newt x Reader

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, ptsd, panic attacks, anxiety

Summery: Reader gets flashbacks of their abusive dad. Newt comforts them.

You were in the case with Newt Scamander. Newt had asked you to help him with his creatures which you happily agreed. You loved his magical creatures!

It was a fairly easy day with them. Most of the animals were being quite playful. “Hey Y/N? Do you think you could go feed the Bowtruckles?” He asked. You nodded and grabbed a bag of woodlice. The bowtruckles, lead by Pickett, hungrily gathered when they saw you with the bag. “Ok! ok!” You said with a giggle as you took out a handful of the bugs. The Bowtruckles attacked your hand as they all grabbed whatever bit of woodlice they could get. They were clearly very hungry.

You grinned at their childishness with the food. Just then your mind flashed. You saw a vision of your father. He was hitting you for taking food without his permission.

You felt frozen in fear. Your chest felt like it was being compressed by a snake. Your breathing seemed to become rather difficult. You felt nothing but immense fear. You began to tremble and your brain began to flood with the most horrible thoughts of your dad. The things he did to you.

You just then noticed you were hyperventilating and tears filled your eyes. You crouched onto the floor and curled up. Feeling as small as you always did when your dad was around.

Newt had noticed you were taking much too long to feed the Bowtruckle. He went to see what the hold up was. When he saw you crouched and the tears rolling down your cheek, he took immediate action. “Y/n! Are you ok?” He knelt down next to you and began to comfortingly rub your back. You couldn’t stop the sobs that escaped and soon you were in the Magizoologists arms. “Breath Y/n, just breath.” Newt said softly as he held you close. His experience with caring for magical creatures really seemed to kick in. He caressed your back similar to how he would a wounded baby creature.

Soon your breathing seemed to normalize and you were able to calm down. The crying had finally stopped, though your face was still wet from the tears. “Are you ok now Y/n?” He asked. You took a deep shaky breath and nodded, “I… I had flashbacks of my father..” you said slowly. “It was just like when I was little. I felt so small. So helpless. So scared..” you thought you might cry again, but Newt cupped your face with his hands, “Y/n, I’ll never let him touch you ever again. As long as I’m here you’re safe. As long as I’m here, you will not be harmed ever again.”

He gave you a soft yet reassuring smile and you returned it with a smile of your own. You started to feel a little stronger and began to feel safe again. You knew you’d be ok because he was there to protect you. You trusted him and knew he would keep you safe.

[iamthemain-character]

It’s Always Been You

full of regrets and wishes, newt gets a second chance, and this time he isn’t going to squander it.

newt scamander x reader, leta lestrange x newt scamander

gender neutral pronouns

TW: Leta’s a lil toxic in this

as requested by @icedberrytea part two to Tolerate It :)

harry potter masterlist

7 weeks, 2 days, 5 hours, and 36 minutes.

That’s how long it had been since Newt had seen Y/n. He had chastised himself a million times over since then for living them on his doorstep, too blinded to understand what their confession meant.

Halfway through his luncheon with Leta Newt had realized that when Y/n said “I love you” they meant they loved him, the way he loved them. Quickly he had rushed home, but he was too late. Y/n had gone, with no trace left behind. They weren’t at home, none of their friends knew or would say where Y/n was, and as the days passed they never came back.

Newt never thought his heart could be so heavy as it was. Everything made him think of Y/n, and he rued the days he took them for granted. Newt wished that he could find them, tell them they were right and that he was sorry. Tell them he loved them.

“Newt, are you with me?”

Waking from his inner thoughts, Newt turned and saw Leta looking at him expectantly. He slowly blinked, realizing he had no idea what she had been saying.

A bitter smile appeared on Leta’s face, and she shook her head. “It’s Y/n isn’t it?”

“I just wish I knew where they are.”

Leta placed her hands on Newt’s arms, rubbing softly. “Maybe it’s time you let them go. You’ve already spent enough time worrying, and maybe they don’t want to come back. It’s time to focus on you, Newt.”

“You mean focus on you.”

Leta blinked a couple times, head cocking in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

Newt slid his arms out of her grasp. “The problem is I didn’t spend enough time focusing and worrying about Y/n, and now I’ve lost the person who meant the most to me. I let myself get distracted.” Tears welled up in Newt’s eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

“Newt, I know you miss them, but you have your friends, your brother, and you have me-“

“But I don’t want you.” Newt blurted out suddenly, tired of Leta’s excuses. “I want Y/n, I always have. I just forgot that for a while.”

Leta also had tears in her eyes, but her jaw was set as she looked at Newt. “I love you Newt, you must know that.”

Newt shook his head, scoffing slightly. “You never loved me Leta, you loved who you thought I could be for you. And when I couldn’t be that, you went to my brother. You can’t have both of us Leta.”

Leta’s jaw dropped slightly, her mouth agape at Newt’s forwardness. For a moment she just stared, then she turned her gaze down as if she were ashamed. When Leta looked back up at Newt, any emotion was gone. “Yes, you’re right. I’m marrying your brother, we are perfect for each other.” She let out a sigh, a small smile appearing. “Then go if you must, find your happiness. Though I’ll be here, waiting for you.”

Newt shook his head as he started to back away. “I won’t be back.”

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Frustrated, Newt ran his hands through his hair. No matter what he did, Y/n seemed to have just disappeared. Tirelessly Newt had looked, hoping to find some clue or for them to turn up, but as night settled in he knew it was time to care for the creatures.

Walking down the stairs, a small smile graced Newt’s face as he saw his beloved friends. The cacophony of various chattering and murmuring was a comforting sound, and so he allowed himself to get swept up in the chores.

Just as Newt felt ready to collapse from exhaustion, he headed to his last destination, the Bowtruckle tree. Pickett had run off some time ago, and Newt wondered if he was possibly getting along with his fellow Bowtruckles. As Newt approached the tree, however, his eyes were met with a figure standing just in front of it.

On the person’s finger was Pickett, and he was talking excitedly, his finger-like branches reaching up and out. The person laughed, reaching out the forefinger so the bowtruckle could hold on.

“I know, I know, I’ve missed you too.”

Newt froze where he was, the voice being one he could recognize anywhere. Either Newt was hallucinating, or Y/n was standing in his home once more, looking as beautiful as ever.

“Y/n.” It was just barely a whisper, but Y/n turned their head to look at Newt. They took a deep breath in, gently setting Pickett down before they approached Newt.

“I’m sorry to drop in like this, unannounced. I wanted to return this.” Y/n produced a key from their pocket, an enchanted one that Newt had given them so Y/n could come and go as they pleased. “And truthfully, I wanted to see everyone one last time.”

Newt stood frozen, unable to breathe or think, his heart racing. Y/n took this to mean that he was angry, so they nodded their head and turned to leave. Watching them leave snapped Newt into action, and he carefully grabbed their wrist.

“No, please, don’t go.” Newt was desperate, not wanting to lose the person he loved again. “I am so sorry Y/n. For the most part, you were right. I allowed myself to get distracted, thinking that Leta’s approval could make me worthwhile. But it was never her, or Hogwarts, or anyone else’s approval I needed. I needed to accept myself as I was, no matter how strange or alien I seemed. And the one person who never asked me to be anything else was you, and I took that for granted. And for that I am so, so, deeply and terribly sorry. I won’t blame you if you leave again, but I have missed you every day, and I wish I could treat you with the attention and respect you deserve.”

Y/n blinked back unshed tears, sliding up their hand so Newt’s was holding their’s. “You said I was half right; what was I wrong about?”

Newt took a step closer, looking into Y/n’s eyes. His voice was just a whisper when he spoke, but it was all Y/n needed to hear. “I wasn’t in love with Leta, I am in love with you. I always have been. I just hope you can forgive me for being such a fool.”

Y/n wrapped their arms around Newt, pulling him in and holding him close. “How could I not forgive you, I love you too much.” Pulling back, Y/n gently leaned in and touched their lips to Newt’s.

Newt leaned into the kiss, having craved this touch for a long time. His arm’s wrapped around Y/n’s waist, pulling them flush to his body. He was sweet and gentle, enjoying feeling Y/n’s warm lips on his. Newt’s face was red from blushing, but his heart was filled with warmth of having the person he loved most in his arms.

[theravenclawlover]

🎃Kinktober Day 4🎃

Day Prompt: Double penetration (1 hole)/Sex toys/Spanking

Word Count: 1,167

Warnings: +18 (MDI), “C” word usage, female reader, slight soft dom Newt, some crying (?) in sexual context.

Newt Scamander x F!Reader

Your boyfriend was a very timid man, both in the streets and bed. When you two had sex it was always very vanilla, but not like you minded much. There was something about having Newt worship your body in the delicate way he did that made you a mess. His fingers were always delicate on your skin, practically only offering you the ghost of a heated touch, his mouth never too daring on leaving marks as he kissed your exposed neck, the man loved making out with your cunt though. But even that was deliciously delicate, always bringing you to orgasm before he indulged you with his cock. But only because you whined and moaned for it, pleading to fill you up with his long cock. If it was up to him, he would satisfy himself with having you cum due to his fingers and mouth alone. He was a gentle lover, only ever preoccupied for your pleasure. But you were insatiable, and you wanted more of Newt. You wanted his hands to grab at you like you were his lifeline, you wanted him to kiss you and leave you dizzy, you wanted his lips to mark you as his, you wanted for his fingers to fuck you, you wanted his cock to fuck you stupid. But you didn’t want to scare him off either by pouncing on him like an Erumpent in heat.

That didn’t stop you from giving your poor boyfriend many aneurysms everyone once in a while due to your teasing and scandalous clothing you wore in the comfort of your home. All to see if something within him would snap and pounce at you like you wanted to pounce him.

So it was no surprise that on a particular boring Sunday, while Newt tended to his creatures with Bunty, you were left to clean the apartment and come up with new ways to tease Newt. It didn’t take long to clean your small apartment and having Pickett as company was nice. By the time you were done, you decided to go down to his ‘sanctuary’ to bring him lunch—as well as for Bunty—with one malicious thought. Tease your boyfriend.

The dress you wore wasn’t scandalous per say, it was rather cute and definitely something that would make your boyfriend blush. It was more in brand with the dresses Queeny wore, just less innocent. Your boobs were nicely secure but the cut of the dress called for eyes to land there. The skirt moved swiftly so eyes would scan up and down your legs.

And Newt did all of those things as you presented the working duo with a warm lunch.

“Thank you,” said Bunty with a grateful smile, her eyes looking down as soon as she deemed the eye contact had been enough. A small blush dusted her cheeks as she took her seat to eat. Newt grabbed his when you handed it to him, a mumble was his response. He was red on the neck as he picked at his food. His eyes were trying so hard to keep themselves on his current task, but every so often they traveled up at you. You’d chosen to sit next to Bunty and engage in small chatter as she recounted some of the things she and Newt had been working on. A few times he had been caught staring, and more than a few he had been so focused on trying to chew that he’d missed how conversations involved him or asked for his input.

You left when they were done, but started the same teasing when you offered them a snack, or when you offered some dinner for Bunty to take home when her day was done.

Newt was tense all throughout dinner, his hands grasping his spoon very tightly as he tried to eat, but your leaning forward was proving very distracting as your boobs keep trying to spill out. You had changed into a flimsy nightdress. It was very much scandalous now as it was a soft beige and under right light, everything was visible, like your panties and your soft nipples.

You were surprised he was even able to chew the four spoonfuls he had worked on for the past thirty minutes.

But when bedtime rolled around, he had snapped when you—purposefully—decided to lay on your tummy, ass exposed as the dress had ‘accidently’ lifted while you read your book.

“That’s it.” You heard him muttered to himself in a very tight voice. But you didn’t get to roll over and ask what was wrong because Newt had climbed on top of you and was pressing his body to you. You gasped when his very obvious pant-clad erection slotted right between your asscheeks. You wanted to push against it, but he pressed you harder, the harsh material of his pants rubbing against you.

“No, you don’t get to demand,” he whispered into your ear, his hand clearing it off your hair. You shivered at his unusual husky and irritated tone. “You don’t deserve anything good after all that teasing, love.”

You whimpered softly when a hand tangled itself in your hair, and pulled back enough so you could see him giving you a dark look.

“You’ve been teasing me all day,” he said. “In front of my assistant at that. Naughty.”

It was a shock, really. Not his words, well that too, but the gasp that had been ripped from you was from the free hand that had made harsh contact with your exposed right ass cheek. The ring of it still fading as the sting never faded from that slap his heavy hand had granted.

The next one was even more of a shock. It rang louder, the sting was more effective in making you tremble, and your gasp had turned into a needy whine. By the time the third one had landed, you knew your ass cheek was red, your eyes were watering, your cunt was soaked and clenching in need.

And Newt, the one with the keen eye, noticed all the changes in your body language.

“You wanted this,” he said, stated. It was as if he was understanding the day he had gone through. You had expected for him to back away and ask you to explain yourself. Instead, two hard slaps followed his comment.

You moaned and twitched.

“Newt.” It was so pathetic, your moans. It was very obvious that behind the tears that began to stream, pleasure was the most dizzying feeling your body had chosen to drown in.

“A naughty little girl,” he mumbled as his hand softly massaged your ass, the sting lessening a little. You mewled in appreciation. “Should’ve known you were into this. Always bratty, but I like indulging you, sweetheart.”

And this time the smack landed on your inner thigh, his fingers ghosting your soaked pussy. You moaned so loudly it scared you. Newt chuckled.

“Let’s see how much my little darling can take.”

[its-vannah]

Confessions | Part Three | Theseus x Reader

A/N: Here's part three of Confessions! I have two more parts in mind that'll be posted here in the next few days. All parts will be released by the end of the week. <3

Series: Confessions | Part One | Part Two |

Warnings: Marriage (?), fluff

Word Count: Good question

Theseus stood at the alter, hands clasped in front of him as you walked towards him, your white gown trailing behind you. He blinked the tears forming in his eyes away, his throat clenching. You were beautiful.

Standing before him, you were smiling from ear to ear. How could you not be? You were getting married to the man that you had been in love with your whole life. It just took the two of you longer to realize than the average witch or wizard.

The ceremony began, but Theseus could hardly concentrate. His eyes were locked on yours. Your eyes, your hair, how beautiful you looked in that dress. Before he knew what he was doing, he took yours hands in his.

"Aww's" made their way through the guests, and you couldn't help but let out a breathy laugh, smiling back at your friends and family before returning your focus to your husband. Well, fiance, but he'd be your husband in a few more minutes.

As it came time for the vows, Theseus cleared his throat, his thumb rubbing circles over your hand, beginning with, "Y/N."

"Y/N," He repeated, "For as long as I can remember, you've been a monumental part of my life. From the time we were kids to now, you've always been there. I've always told you that I loved you, but I don't think I understand just how much I loved you until we were older. Until now. Y/N, I promise to love you for the rest of my life. Until death do us part. And even then, I'll still love you from the bottom of my heart."

A few stray tears fell down your cheeks, but before you could wipe them away, Theseus had his thumb just below your eye, gently wiping them away.

You sniffled, "I don't think I could follow that well even if I tried."

The guests laughed, and you continued, "Theseus, I've got a confession to make: I've loved you ever since we were in the garden at your mum's when we were kids. I fell down and scraped my knee, and while your brother went to get your mum, you stayed with me and told me that everything was going to be okay. You held my hand while I cried and didn't let go until I had a bandage on my knee and some fresh fruit. From that moment on, I've loved you with my whole heart. And now, as we say our I do's, I'll continue to love you with my whole heart. Now, it's my turn to hold your hand and heal your wounds. Because I'll always love you, in sickness and in health."

Theseus blinked away his tears, smiling down at you.

"Do you, Theseus Scamander, take Y/N Y/L/N, to be your loftly wedded wife?" The Ministry official asked, looking between the couple.

He smiled, nodding, "I do."

"And do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Theseus Scamander to be your loftly wedded husband?"

Grinning, you nodded, "I do."

"Then by the power of the Ministry, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Theseus placed his hands on either sides of your cheeks, kissing you on the lips once before pulling away. The two of you turned to face your guests, beginning your walk back down the aisle.

Newt nodded at the two of you, giving you a small smile as you descended the alter stairs. Pickett peaked his head out of his pocket, looking around to see what all the fuss was about.

Tina sat in the rows of chairs in front of the alter, cradling Teddy in her arms as he swung at her necklace, trying to break it off the chain. To her left, Mrs. Scamander dabbed feverishly at the tears in her eyes, elated that her first-born had "finally gotten married".

Jacob and Queenie sat beside her, tears in their eyes as they waved the two of you off. You family, on the opposite side, grinned as you walked by.

In the back of the hall, Albus Dumbledor stood by the doors, smiling gently at the two of you before holding the door open for you.

Once the doors closed behind you, Theseus turned to you, taking your other hand in his, "I've got a confession to make, too."

"And what's that?"

"You look absolutely beautiful."

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

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Chapter 13 of With It’s Head Under One Wing is up today.

In which Tina needs Newt to work with Achilles on an unexpected adventure, UE finally ties the plot together, and Tina’s birthday getaway is delayed. Not exactly the reunion they were hoping for!

Excerpt

After an hour in a protected Floo call with the Chicago field office, an hour planning with her own Investigative Team, and then an unfortunate update from the Midwest office at 10:30 (one of the No-maj’s they’d recovered during the investigation had regrettably succumbed to his injuries at the DuSable-Fontaine Magical Hospital minutes prior), Tina inevitably sent for Newt at 10:35.

However, when she did so, she certainly hadn’t expected to hear her own voice issuing from her patronus in the unused conference room right around the corner from her office…

She scrambled from her desk, dashed down the hall, and stuck her head through the door, only for her mouth to fall open when she found both Newt Scamander and Achilles Tolliver lingering beside a malfunctioning enchanted chalkboard (which had, apparently, unintentionally been doodling its own interpretation of their conversation all over itself as they talked, though its illustrations were utterly incomprehensible—she’d have to have Wanda call for Maintenance before next Case Review). Newt stood awkwardly to the side—hands jammed deep into his pockets with his suitcase slung across him like a soldier's satchel, an old canvas strap fraying at the attachment points—while Achilles Tolliver leaned against the wall nearby, arms crossed tight.

She felt her eyebrows shoot up as both men whipped around in surprise when she cleared her throat.

“What exactly is going on here?”

Newt’s expression momentarily approximated a fish out of water before he and Achilles glanced at one another and answered simultaneously:

“Catching up.”

Tina tilted her head to the side and blinked, before repeating inquiringly:

“Catching up?”

Silence.

“Excuse my disbelief, gentlemen, but the last time you two ‘caught up,’ you —”

She pointed at Newt.

“—were inviting him into the case to meet your ‘perfectly tame nundu’—”

Newt had the good grace to look mildly sheepish.

“And you —”

She turned to Achilles.

“—had declared him a bumbling idiot and — I quote — a ‘bonafide menace to society’.”

They both stared at her until Achilles glanced at Newt again—who offered him absolutely no encouragement in return—clearly fishing for something to say, until he eventually placated with:

“Okay, but it wasn’t all that bad now, was it? I mean, it had been a stressful day for all of us, what with Scamander Jr.’s training getting interrupted by that raid.”

Tina crossed the room and pulled out a chair at the conference table, settling into it primly. “By the end of the day, I’d had to talk you both out of misdemeanors and Newt had a new mark in his immigration file for your black eye—”

“How many times must I tell you it was the demiguise,” Newt muttered, and Achilles rolled his eyes before catching himself and straightening his back, pointedly putting on an air of faux professionalism. “I don’t make a habit of hitting people, you see. The poor thing was frightened.”

“Okay, listen,” Tina redirected. “Whatever. I don’t care. But…”

Newt had set his case down on the table and was busying himself tucking something—entirely unsubtly—into one of the internal pockets as he waited for her to continue. After a moment, he reached in up to his shoulder only to reemerge with Pickett clinging to one finger. Meanwhile, Achilles had taken a seat himself and begun to precisely roll a cigarette on the polished table, so she folded her hands in front of her and continued.

“Look, I need you both today, so if you could get over whatever personal and communication differences—or whatever this is—that make being in the same room as you borderline intolerable—” x

[latoyalestrange]

obliviate

newt scamander x gn!reader

summary: you meet someone and can't help but shake the feeling that you've met them before.

words: 1.2k ish

warnings: angst, fluff, badly written blurb from a long time ago lol

You walked onto the sidewalk outside of your apartment complex and watched the people in front of you whisp by in a rush. The cars flooded every which way on the street   only feet away from you. It was two hours before you were expected at your job in a bakery. You dodged every passing car until you got the the other side of the road, where a bank was. A woman stood on the stairs in protest to everything to do with magic. She yelled that they existed, and it was being hidden from the nonwizard. You rolled your eyes and smirked.

"Poppycock," You murmured to yourself. You were never one to believe in magic; a pessimist, really. You were watching the woman instead of where you were walking. As you turned to walk around the bank, you ran into someone head on. The impact was aggressive enough that you both dropped your suitcases.

"Oh, dear- I'm so sorry- I wasn't paying attention- I-" You cut yourself off once your eyes met his. His eyes widened with shock. You couldn't help but smile, and you didn't know why. But when you looked into his hazel eyes, that's all you could do. His red hair was covering his face, and that miraculously made you blush even harder.

"T-terribly sorry, Miss," He bent down to pick up his suitcase and handed yours over to you.

"Thank you- I-..." He walked away briskly before you could ask him anything. You couldn't stop smiling. Something about seeing him made you blush and want to cry out of happiness at the same time. You turned around and watched him watch the protest. A small, woodland, green creature stuck its head out of the collar of his trench coat. It blinked at you.

"Pickett," You blurted out, as if something had forced you to say it. You covered your mouth in confusion.

Newt was trying not to look at you with every fiber in his very being. He had obliviated the only person he had ever promised to love, and now she was back. But this time, it felt like he didn't even know you himself. Two years of lost communication and regret, and so much had happened. You got a job and were promoted to manager. You made money, moved out of your parents house, rented out an apartment, and even managed to date every once and a while. You never had a relationship, though. You always felt as though you had already met your soulmate and lost your chance. You just didn't know whom it was.

You slowly made your way to through the crowd in an attempt to follow the man. He was only a few feet away from you once you were forcefully shoved out of the crowd. You continued walking and watching him as his coat swayed from side to side.

"Sir?" You called after him. "Do I know you?" You asked loudly, finally catching up to him. He kept walking.

"You don't know me," He said in a sternly, his voice almost sounding pained.

"No, I know you from somewhere," You searched your mind for any possible memory of him. It felt like you had a dream about him, like he wasn't even real as he was still walking in front of you.

"You don't know me, now please stop following me," His voice sounded genuine, but, somehow, you know that he was keeping something from you. You gripped his shoulder and turned him around to face you. Your eyes met again, and you couldn't help but smile at him. Your eyes even brimmed with tears. He stopped himself from smiling back, and his face turned to sheer terror.

"I don't know why I'm so happy to see you," You cried softly. "I know you...I know I do-" He cut you off.

"You don't know me! Please, just leave me be!" He shouted at you, his voice broken up. It hurt him more than it hurt you when he yelled at you. Your face immediately dropped into a frown., and your tears of joy turned into tears of hurt.

"You keep saying that...but not once have you said that you don't know..." Your voice trailed off, and your face softened. Memories started flooding back into your mind.

"He seems to really like you," Newt said with a smile as Pickett climbed up your arm and into your coat. His little legs felt like a spider's as he played on your shoulders. You looked up at Newt as he carefully watched Pickett. He returned the gaze and blushed. "You're cute," You murmured to him, making his cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink.

"...me," You finally finished your sentence when you came out do your daze.

"N-Newt," You stammered out. His facial expression dropped.

"How did you-" You cut him off this time.

"I remembered...dear god, I remember you!" You began to sob with happiness again.

"Newt! I'm so happy to see you! Oh my god- I don't know what to do with myself," You chuckled. "God- Newt Scamander! I missed you deeply!" You continued, hugging his neck. He didn't say anything. He just hugged you back and weeped into your chest quietly. 

Then, it all came flooding back.

Newt was two steps below you, shrinking to your height as you stood at the edge of obliviation.

"You don't have to do this," Newt said to you, still holding your hand.

"No, no, Newt, I do...it is for your protection, and..." You ran your free hand through his hair. "You know that I would do anything to keep you safe, Newt Scamander," You turned and faced the pouring rain. You stepped forward, but Newt pulled you back, turning you around to face him once again.

"Allow me to make one last promise to you," He began. "I promise, that for as long as I live...I will always love you, even if I never meet you again. I promise to love you forever, Y/F/N  Y/L/N," A single tear streamed down his cheek. Within the last three days, Newt Scamander had given you the most magical experience of your entire life. You wiped the tear and kissed his nose.

"It's funny how the most magical moments of my life...I'll never remember," You smiled painfully, not letting go of him.

"You don't have to forget, Y/N," He began. "We can travel together, we can go wherever you want to go," He searched his mind for more to say. "I'll keep you in my suitcase if I have to," You chuckled and backed away from him. You could see how desperate he was to keep you with him in his eyes. "Please don't go...please," He begged for you to say. His chin began to quiver. "Please stay, Y/N-- I need you," You shook your head as a tear fell down your cheek.

"You don't need me, Newt...I'm just a muggle," His lips parted when you said this.

"You were never just a muggle to me, Y/N," You couldn't keep arguing with him.

"Goodbye, Newt Scamamnder...I promise to always love you too," You stepped out into the rain, letting every drop hit your face. He expanded an umbrella from his wand and covered the both of you. He pushed back your wet hair and planted a kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and kissed back.

"I'll always love you, Y/F/N  Y/L/N,"  He stepped back, letting the rain obliviate you. When you opened your eyes, he had vanished.

[lunamothwrites]

•My Botanist•

Newt Scamander x fem!Reader

A/n i will mostly be posting shorts/drabbles/imagines. Whatever you wanna call it. Because sometimes you just need something cutesie to imagine<3

It was another day in Newts case, it was quiet, peaceful even. Only the sounds of numerous creatures playing and the muffled sound of newt murmuring to himself while writing down new discoveries for his book. My little room ~or green house~ was right next to newts. I could hear every rustle, all the whispered conversations he had with Pickett the little bowtruckle in his pocket, and the scribbling of his quill feverishly writing.

One of those whispered conversations was happening right now. I try not to listen in but the walls are so thin.. not necessarily made for privacy. “Yes, yes im aware pick but i- i just don’t know how...” newts says in a hushed tone. I can hear Pickett saying something back but it sound like gibberish. I mentally kick myself for not fully paying attention to newts attempts at teaching me it. “Oh alright. Fine.” I heard him say

You hear shuffling of shoes. scrambling to busy yourself with something you pick up a research book on the plant Mimbulus Mimbletonia and started skimming the pages with your finger. Making sure to look very into the research and not as if you were just ease dropping. Newt slowly comes into view fumbling with his hands looking everywhere but you. “Y/n.. sorry to bother you i just- i uh just wanted to ask you something..” he says face turning pinker by the second. Your face softens at his awkward stance at the door way of the little green house. “Oh course Newt anything.” You say softly, closing your book. “Well its just..this new species is well new and i wasn’t quite sure if it was poisonous or not..” Newt trailed off looking in your eyes for short bursts then looking at his hands. “newt! Did it bite you?” You burst out, walking towards him looking for any sign of a bite wound. “I- well she did.. um just a little nip on my shoulder.. she was scared y/n. She’s harmless really- she just isn’t used to anyone handling her-“ he rambles defending the poor creature. “Newt, Love I understand. Im more worried about the bite. Come sit down and let me see.” Newt blushed at the endearment that slip out. You usher him to a stool. then walking to the other side of the room grabbing different vials of leaves and plant extracts in hope of easing the pain Newt surely is in. Newt obeys and slowly sits down.

He awkwardly sits staring at you pull out different things from your small cabinet. He can’t believe how beautiful you are just doing the simplest of things. On your tippy toes fumbling for vials, your hair going wild around the back of your head. I should lower that cabinet for her newt thinks to himself while he just sits there not knowing quite what to do. “ aha! Okay this should do it.” You say walking back to newt. Newt snaps his head away from you blushing red as you interrupted his thoughts that he shouldn’t even be having. “Newt..?” You say once your directly in front of him tilting your head. “Hm? Yes?” He looks up at you. “Newt the bite. Where? your gonna have to let me see it so I can help.” Your cheeks dust slightly pink. “Oh! Yes- sorry of course.” Newt says quickly his cheeks getting redder if thats even possible. With shaky fingers he slowly unbuttons his vest and shrugs it off then goes to unbutton his white undershirt. You snap your head away embarrassed of your stare on him, you go to grab another stool and pull it in front of him. “Okay which shoulder..?” You reach out to him. He had his shirt unbuttoned but not off. He pointed to his right shoulder without saying anything looking down at his lap. Hesitantly you push aside the shirt from his right shoulder and gasped. He had two big puncture wounds and his freckled skin around it was angry red. You brush your finger on his collar bone just below the bite. Newt tenses a bit and looks up at you. You lift your finger and met his eyes. This is when he would usually look away but he held your eyes, not seeming to be able to look away.

Then squeaking was heard from newts vest that he had discarded. You coughed and looked down to your lap. “Yes Pickett im alright y/n can fix it right up.” Newt reassured the little bowtruckle. You let out a breathy laugh and go to work on mashing different leafs together. Newt again was caught up in watching you work. He always admired your love for plants and how to use them to help others around you. This was not the first time you’ve helped him heal a wound he had gotten but usually they were on his forearms and hands. Newt had never been so immodest around you before and it was making him squirm. You finished your paste and looked back to him with a smile. “ this should only burn for a second then all pain should be gone.” You put your hand on the opposite side of his neck for stability while you applied the paste. Newt couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. Newt had never been this close to you before. He smelled your floral scent you always had from being in the green house so much he took in every detail of your face, every beauty mark, your faint smile lines and the pink that was making its way into your cheeks once again. “Alright all done!” You smiled sweetly pulling away from him. “Thank you y/n” newt said in a tone you couldn’t quite decipher. You stopped your movements and looked at him again. “Newt you can always come to me. Always.” You say softly. There was silence for a bit making you shift slightly on your stool. Newts mouth parted slightly. Glancing quickly at your lips. “Y/n your very beautiful..” he say softly staring into your eyes. Your eyes widened at his words and he finally seemed to realize what he said and started to panic. “ i mean-i just- im sorry i should go-“ he jumped up and fumbled for his vest. You jumped up as well. “No! Newt” you grabbed his forearm and turned him around. Before he could say anything you cupped his cheeks and pulled him down to meet your lips. He froze. You took that as your queue to pull away. You lifted your lips away slightly and looked up at him. Newt just stared at you in awe. You wanted to kiss him again so bad. “Newt. Kiss me? Please?” You asked him looking into his eyes. Newt let out a shaky breath and slowly put his hands around your waist. And yours around his neck lightly playing with his hair. He lets out a breathy laugh. “Am I dreaming y/n?” He smiles. You smile back and lean up on your tippy toes, nose lightly touching his. “Would you like me to pinch you for good measure?” You tease raising your thumb and pointer finger up for him to see. He laughs. “I think that gives me my answer.” He whispers leaning down to finally attach his lips to mine.

A/N

FIRST WRITING round of applause please👏🏻👏🏻 this might not be the best but I’ll get better! If you have any requests for any characters let me know ill make a post of characters I write for shortly! <3 mwah mwah thanks for reading;)

[your-nanas-house]

For the newt scamander X reader . When he accidentally body shamed you even tho the reader would be a size 10-12 she always is insecure about he tummy rolls the most. So she gets a size smaller to make her look slim. Newt would spot that and say something to accidentally shame the reader. The reader would burst out in tears slamming the door behind her. Newt would go to her, apologize and comfort her. The reader would be on the bed bawling her eyes out. When he goes to cuddle her she refuses and tries to walk away but he would catch her by her waist making her stop and feel insecure but then dragged her back down onto him. Cuddles, kisses, tears and lots of tickle fights and giggles to make the reader feel better. Lots of fluff, no sex and just a classic scamander. This happened with my bf but he left me after 2 years. Thanks so much!

Aw, of course! Sorry to keep you waiting so long.

Sorry

Pairing: Newt Scamander X Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

Words: 365 

Summary: in the request

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

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He didn't mean it, when that comment had come out of his mouth he hadn't intended it to sound so mean and hurtful, but of course it had just the opposite purpose of what he imagined and he didn't realize it until later when he saw his girlfriend, Y/n, running out of the basement and leaving the animals be as she cried.

Newt did not know what to do at that moment, he had never been that good at interacting or understanding people's feelings but after an explanation he received from Pickett, the wizard quickly ran out deciding to take care of his creatures next because he had to make sure the one most important to him was okay.

The door to their bedroom was locked which was no big deal for a wizard with a wand, but the thing that stopped Newt was not the closed door but the sound of Y/n crying behind it; he did not want to make things worse but he also wanted to make them better so he threw a spell at the door which opened allowing him to enter "Love? " he whispered in a whisper as he shifted his gaze to her laying form who was in the bed crying, sobbing against the pillow as she held it close to her "I didn't mean what I said, I'm sorry" he murmured again as he sat down on the bed and moved closer trying to cuddle her and ask her for forgiveness, looking at her slightly hurt when she moved quickly off the bed away from him briefly since Newt managed to grab her and drop her back on the bed, apologizing repeatedly while cuddling her and filling her face with kisses.

He managed to make it up to her but the fact that he had not yet managed to get her to smile made him sad so he ended up starting a tickle fight causing the smile he so adored to return on Y/n's face, who managed to stop him and go back to cuddling happy that it was just a misunderstanding and that there was someone who loved her exactly the way she was.

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