#at some point newt scamander loses his niffler and it finds its way to these children who name it richard and take it stealing with them

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agony i've been trying to sleep for an hour but i fucked up my sleep schedule over break so now i just have to lie here like "hmmmmm..... what if....... the harry potter obliviate wizards........ were bad at their jobs.......... and there was a secret colony of young magical & nonmagical children........ who remember magic... and know the wizards don't want them to...... and are in hiding..........."

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Love Takes its Time

Hey guys!! Here’s that Theseus x reader fic that time jumps! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I HOPE YOU GUYS DO TOO!!!! It’s seriously some tooth-rotting fluff. Let me know if you like it or have any requests!! 

The world around you seemed to fade away as you climbed higher and higher into the branches, Newt trailing just below you. “Y/n slow down!” Newt huffed after you. A giggle escaped your lips as you worked quicker to reach the bowtruckles before your best friend. You hear a familiar sigh as Newt blows his hair out of his face and continues calling you, louder and louder. “Seriously y/n you’ll get hurt!” But your 7 year old self couldn’t be bothered to listen. 

Across the yard, the eldest scamander looks up from his brand new hogwarts textbooks and wand. It would be his first year attending. He rolls his eyes and mumbles, “I better go see what those two are getting into now.” Rising from his spot, Theseus strolls over to the tall tree behind the hippogriff paddock in his parents backyard. His eyes wander up to his younger brother, desperately trying to catch up, and you, another 10 feet above him. Ever the responsible one, Theseus shouts, “y/n m/n l/n you get down from there this instant!” You look down at Theseus and laugh profusely. “Lighten up Thes, you’re not my mother!” Theseus calls more desperately, “you’ll get hurt!” Turning back to the tree, you ascend further. “Will she never listen?” You catch Theseus saying as you reach for another branch to hold onto. As you pull yourself up, the branch snaps and you’re falling, falling through the air. A high pitched shriek escapes your lips and Theseus’s eyes grow wide with terror at the thought of you getting hurt. Rather dumbly, Theseus races towards your falling form, arms outstretched. Your back slams against his form as his arms close around your waist and the two of you hit the ground with a loud thud. The thud echoing in your ears, you sit in Theseus’s arms, stunned into silence for a brief moment. As sound returns to your ears, you can hear Newt frantically scrambling down from the tree mixed with Theseus’s quick and shallow breathing from catching you. Turning around, you look at Theseus and are met with a frightening glare. “Why must you always go and put yourself in these kinds of dangerous situations?” He growls. “I can’t always be there to watch you,” he continues, pulling a branch from your hair. He sounded angry, sure, but you could see behind those blue eyes that he was used to looking after you. If Theseus was there, you knew that you were safe. Newt announces himself by dropping from the lowest branch and pulls you upwards into a bone crushing hug. “Y/n, I told you to wait until I caught up with you. I could have caught you,” he rushes the words out. Smirking at Theseus, you reply, “Oh Newt. That’s why we have Theseus around. So he can always watch over us.” Theseus rises to his feet and bites back, “I won’t always be there to keep you two out of trouble. I’ll be at Hogwarts soon enough.” This leads to a simultaneous groan from you and Newt. The pair of you were dying to attend Hogwarts, but still had to wait four more years. “Oh we’ll be there soon enough, just you wait!” you snap back at Theseus. He chuckles and turns back towards the house. “Oh your brother can be so infuriating sometimes!” you groan at Newt. Newt chuckles, “You mustn’t always let him get to you like that. Learn to ignore him, like I do.” You roll your eyes, “Theseus is a pretty hard person to ignore.” Newt laughs and you follow him back towards the house. 

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Your heart raced as your name was called in the front of the great hall. Newt had just been sorted into Hufflepuff, and Theseus had been a proud Hufflepuff these past four years. Frightened, you wandered up to the sorting hat. It seems you had nothing to worry about, for the hat immediately calls out, “Hufflepuff!” Delighted, you wander over to where Newt sits beside his older brother. “Ready to keep us out of more trouble?” you grin at Theseus, who chuckles and rolls his eyes, patting you on the head while he does so. You push his hand away and fix your hair. Newt’s eyes are trained upon a girl at the Slytherin table, but you don’t notice, entranced by the food that now appears on your plate in front of you. 

Theseus, now a fifth year prefect, begins to lead you and the other new Hufflepuffs down to the common room. You and Newt linger at the back of the line and Newt whispers, “I heard that there are nifflers down by the green houses. Shall we go and have a look?” You beam in reply and the two of you slip out of line, towards the Oak front doors. 

Wandering down by the greenhouses, you catch a glimpse of a Niffler digging underneath one of the buildings. “Newt, I saw one!” you shriek with delight. Another Niffler goes streaking past you, into the Forbidden Forest. Without hesitation, you begin to follow it. “Y/n, not in there! We aren’t allowed!” Newt hisses at you. That was always like Newt, to suggest an idea bound to get you into trouble, and then back out. You roll your eyes at him, and race after the Niffler into the woods. Newt follows, rather reluctantly. Unbeknownst to the two of you, a rather angry Theseus comes striding across the lawn, following his brother to no doubt wherever you had run off to. 

Barrelling around a tall Oak tree, you lose sight of the Niffler and instead nearly come running into a gigantic Centaur. Falling to the ground, the Centaur rears back and his hoof catches you in the face, creating a deep gash at the edge of your forehead. A voice comes rising out of the trees, shouting, “Forgive them. They know not to go here, they are merely stubborn first years!” Theseus Scamander, always coming to your rescue. “You ought to keep better control over them then,” the Centaur bellows, backing into the trees. He turns and gallops away. Theseus comes striding up to you, fully set on lecturing you, when he notices the blood dripping down your forehead. Squatting down to your level, he says shockingly softly, “Now y/n, why must you always go and get yourself hurt whenever I’m not there to stop you.” You lightly laugh and reply, “I knew you would come Thes.” Unbeknownst to you, his heart gives a small tug at the nickname you have for him. Pulling you up, Theseus brushes your hair away from the cut and mutters, “Tergeo,” healing it instantly. “Thanks,” you mumble. Theseus, now aware his hand is still in your hair, drops it instantly and coughs, “We aren’t telling a soul about this. I don’t want Hufflepuff losing house points before we even have any.” You and Newt nod and follow him back to the castle. “You really like to test my brother’s patience, don’t you?” Newt whispers into the night. “It’s only my favorite pastime,” you giggle back. 

XXXX

Entering into your third year, you decided to try out for Quidditch. Quick as anything on your broom, you made the position of chaser, despite the pushback from Team Captain and Seeker Theseus Scamander. “Well, congratulations y/n, I never realized how talented a chaser you were,” Theseus tells you as the two of you walk back to the common room. “Should’ve realized,” you smirked at him, “Besides, I’m the best at everything,” you continue sarcastically. Theseus indulges your little joke and continues, “You sure are, I’m not sure how I didn’t see it before.” Arriving at the common room, Theseus tells you before going to bed, “You better be ready for our first match next week against Slytherin.” “I’m always ready Thes,” you grin back. 

That match was a brutal one. You knew that Slytherin liked to play dirty, but you had never witnessed it firsthand before. Being the fastest chaser on Hufflepuff you were naturally the largest target, and you were worried about getting hurt, but you shouldn’t have been. In a characteristically un-Theseus manner, Theseus would regularly abandon his post as seeker and instead protect you from bludgers thrown your way by placing himself in front of them instead. Glancing over the stands, you search for Newt and find him standing in the Slytherin section near that peculiar girl, Leta Lestrange. “We’ll be having a chat about that later Newton,” you grumble under your breath. Then Theseus caught his first glimpse of the snitch. Diving for it, you watched as both Slytherin beaters followed him with the bludgers. Theseus unknowingly raced towards the snitch and was knocked back to back with both bludgers. His hand reached out for the snitch while he fell 10 feet off his broom, hitting the ground with an almighty thud. The quaffle in your hand, you dropped it and raced over to where Theseus lay. The Slytherin beaters floated a couple feet away on their broom laughing, and you charged at them, pummeling them both off their brooms and onto the ground. Once that was accomplished, you sped back to Theseus, kneeling beside him. “Thes are you okay?” you demanded an answer. He blinks his eyes slowly open and replies, “I know that you didn’t just drop the quaffle to come over here. Did you?” You smile sheepishly and say, “You were hurt.” Theseus continues, “And you committed multiple fouls by beating up those beaters.” “They had it coming,” you glower, thinking about those brutes. Theseus sits up and grimaces, clutching his ribs. You suspect they are broken. “I’m sorry that I cost us the match,” you apologize profusely. Theseus grins at you and opens his palm, replying, “You’re lucky I’m a good seeker.” The golden snitch stared back at you from his large hand. As Hufflepuff is declared the winner, you rope Theseus into a tight hug. When you realize everyone is watching these events unfold on the field, you pull away and blush profusely. Theseus ruffles your hair playfully. Standing up, the crowd cheers and you and Theseus raise your hands in victory. You expect to see Newt smiling down at you, but he instead stares at his Slytherin companion, leaving an uneasy feeling in your stomach. 

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Your fifth year at Hogwarts was like nothing you had ever known. Newt spent all his time with Leta and it ate and ate at you. Theseus was gone, graduated, a ministry man now. You were so proud of him, starting in the auror department at such a young age. You wished he was still around to talk to. It seemed like Newt wanted nothing to do with you anymore. Not since you warned him about the peculiar and horrific things that you had heard about Leta Lestrange. She was using Newt and you knew it. Speaking of Newt, he just entered the common room, and there were tears streaming down his cheeks. “Newt what’s wrong?” you ran up to him, reaching to wipe away the tears. He shrugs, “I have to leave Hogwarts.” “What? Why?” you exclaim. “It’s… Something’s happened. And I didn’t want Leta to get into trouble. She has a bad enough reputation as it is. So I… I said it was me.” “What was you?” you shoot back. “It doesn’t matter now,” he replies. Anger courses through you and you scream at Newt, “Well I hope she was worth it Newt! Theseus graduated and now you’re being kicked out! Was it your intention to leave me all alone?” Before he can answer you race up to your bedroom, fresh angry tears coursing their track down your cheeks. Newt doesn’t even attempt to follow. 

The following months were the loneliest yet. Newt was gone, and not only was he gone, he stopped writing. So hung up on Leta Lestrange. You decided that over the Holiday you would go and speak to Theseus. As a last ditch attempt to help Newt. After all your family’s home was just over the hill from the Scamanders. Bundling up and pulling on your boots, you trudged through the snow to the Scamander’s front door on the morning of Christmas Eve. It’s Newt that answers the door. Before he begins you cut him off, “I’m not here to see you. I’m here to see Theseus.” Theseus appears in the doorway at the sound of his name. “Thes. Can I talk to you please?” Theseus shrugs his approval and follows you back into the snow, pulling his coat on as he goes. Your feet carry you over to the tree where you fell all those years ago. “Y/n what’s the matter?” Theseus asks solemnly. You look up at him and nearly beg, “Please, Thes, is there anyway that we can help Newt? Get him back into Hogwarts, get him a job, something!” Theseus sighs, “I’ve already spoken to Professor Dumbledore. He said Headmaster Dippet will not budge on this.” You cry out in exasperation, “Why would he do this? Why would he ruin his future?” Theseus answers quietly, “Because he loves her. He loves Leta. You and I both know this.” You go to ask why once again when Theseus answers, “People don’t pick those that they love.” You nod solemnly. Theseus continues, “I may have found him a position. As an entry level office worker. An errand boy really, but it is in the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.” “Really?” you ask hopefully. Theseus smiles, “Really. It will be my Christmas present to him.” His hands hastily clasp your waist tightly as you haphazardly leap into Theseus’s 

arms out of pure joy,  thanking him profusely. When the moment passes, he sets you down gently, leaving an absence of warmth where his hands just held you. You notice his ears and the tip of his nose tinged pink. Moving on he asks, “Is it terribly lonely at Hogwarts? Without Newt or I there?” You answer honestly, “It’s awful. I’m just focusing on my studies and getting out with the best grades possible.” “That a girl,” Theseus whispers,taking your hands, “I want you to write okay? Whenever you’re feeling alone. Write to me, please.” You smile at him and nod, the two of you walking back to the house, his large hand wrapped around your small one, because you had forgotten your gloves, he says. 

XXX

War was coming. This you knew for certain. Each day as a healer you saw more and more injured aurors than your heart could take. After Hogwarts, Theseus offered you a position as an auror, no one knew defensive spells better than you. But you would rather spend your time healing. Lately, you have been rethinking this. And yet Theseus’s letters had stopped. There was no way to reach him. Wiping your hands on your uniform, you depart from St. Mungo’s for the flat you now shared with Newt. 

Newt, once your best friend again, was working feverishly on his book. You admired his work ethic, and getting to help him take care of the creatures wasn’t too bad either. Walking in the door you announce, “Newt I’m home!” Your friend sits rather glumly at the kitchen table. “What’s the matter?” you ask, sitting down next to him. “My request to lift the travel ban has been denied once again.” “We were expecting this though?” you question the severity of his emotions. He whispers in reply, “Theseus was there. He denied it.” Shooting to your feet you shout, “He did not!” Newt solemnly nods. “Oh well that is it,” you decided. And striding towards the fire place, you department for the ministry, hoping to find Theseus there. 

Ignoring the secretary who informs you that it is after hours, you march down the hallway, searching for Theseus Scamander’s office. The light was still on under the door. You weren’t surprised. Theseus was always a hard worker. Not bothering to knock, you swing the door open and it ricochets off of the wall. Theseus looks up from his desk and you’re shocked by what you see. He might as well have aged 30 years with the stress displayed on his features. You hadn’t heard from him in 2 years. His eyes grow wide as he drinks in the sight of you. “Y/n, what an unexpected surprise. I heard you were head healer now. Congratulations,” he offers you. You snap, “I don’t want your congratulations. I want to know why you won’t lift Newt’s travel ban.” Theseus sighed tiredly, “It’s been two years since we last spoke and no pleasantries? You always were straight to the point.” Sitting on the edge of his desk Theseus motions you over to him. “At least let me get a good look at you,” he plasters on his charm. In reply, you step closer and say softly, “You look tired Thes. Why are you still here?” “Lots to do,” he shrugs, “Been losing aurors left and right.” You nod. Theseus offers you a chair and you sit, looking up at him. You tell him, “You know that Newt will find a way to travel. Whether or not the ban is lifted.” Theseus rubs his hands on his face and groans, “I know that.” Peeking between his fingers, he watches you looking at him and wonders why he never noticed the way your hair perfectly framed your face before. Or maybe he had and just pushed the thought down. Your freckles dazzled back at him and he studied your face closely, drinking in your features. “Thes?” you prompt him out of his daze. He shakes his head and sighs, “It’s out of my control. I’ve got my boss, Travers, breathing down my neck about this y/n. Not to mention he keeps asking why you won’t come and work for us.” You immediately begin, “Theseus you know that I need to be a healer.” He cuts you off, “Yes I know, I know.” The words are out of your mouth before you know it and you’re asking, “Why did you stop writing?” Theseus stares down at you, wide-eyed. “I thought that would have been obvious,” he ponders. “Do enlighten me then,” you continue sarcastically. He looks at you and states, “They think we’re being tracked. By Grindelwald’s followers. I couldn’t risk them finding out where you were. I had to keep you safe.” Your next retort dies in your throat at that. “Oh.. well… thanks,” you mumble. Theseus bravely reaches for your hand and admits, “It was torture, not getting to write. Not getting to hear from you, to make sure you were okay.” His fingers lace themselves between yours. You smile thinking back to the last time Theseus held your hand. When he told you about Newt’s job and he held you in the snow as you were overcome with excitement. “It was for me too,” you confess. Time slows as Theseus pulls you into his arms and tightly hugs you. It was a feeling you wouldn’t soon forget and you knew in your heart that you had been harboring feelings for this man for a long time. You rest your head on his chest and breathe deeply. Before you know it, tears trickle onto his suit and he pulls your chin up, concern etched on his features. “Whatever is the matter?” he asks, concerned. “I’ve been so worried about you,” you sigh breathlessly. Theseus moves in to wipe your tears away, his nose just brushing yours, and promises, “I’m okay. I can handle myself, I swear.” “You better,” you laugh nervously, chills running down your spine as Theseus’s breath washes over your skin. He reaches to wipe away the rest of your tears and asks, “Can I take you back to your place?” You chuckle, “Yeah, I’m actually living with Newt now, if you didn’t know.” He replies, “Quite unconventional, don’t you think?” You laugh, “Oh Thes, you know that we’re just friends. Newt and I will always be just friends.” Theseus nods, and if you weren’t mistakened, a look of relief spreads across his features. This time he lets go of your hand. 

Theseus enters the flat that you and Newt share, but he can’t stay. Theseus insists on leaving before Newt knows that he is there. And in an uncharacteristic fashion, you go to bed early, without tea. Your mind dreams of Theseus and you long to be in his arms again, never having felt safer. 

XXX

The war was here, and it was worse than anything you could have imagined. “Ms. l/n there’s been an incident. At least 20 aurors were gravely injured at one of Grindelwald’s rallies on the outskirts of London. We need you there right away to set up a healing site.” With this news, your first thoughts were of Theseus. Not bothering to reply, you disapparrate, fearing the worst.  

Reappearing, your heart stops at the destruction all around you. You take a second to let your chest go numb, refusing to feel pain because there was too much work to be done. Too many lives to be saved. One by one, you bring the injured to St. Mungo’s and leave them in the hands of various healers. Those that are dying, or too ill to move, you try to make as comfortable as possible. You meet person after person hurting to different degrees. And as you meet auror after injured auror, your heart pines for Theseus. To know that he is safe. That he is alive. Your coworker arrives and takes over burying the dead and tending to the dying. She tells you, “I can handle everything here, but they are swamped back at the hospital. They’ll need your help.” you nod and depart. 

Each bed you go to the aurors thank you profusely for saving them. Mind numb, you acknowledge them and tell them to try and get some rest. You soon lose count after checking on 50 patients. Fatigue, dread, and depression have their clutches on you and you’re not sure how much longer you can carry on pretending you are okay with the destruction and death happening around you. And yet going home and not helping as much as physically possible, you knew that wasn’t an option for you. 

5 hours later Newt appears at the front desk with dinner for you. “I brought you something to eat. I can’t imagine you feel very much like eating right now, but please do eat for me. You need to stay strong.” You gulp and nod. Newt opens his arms and you step forward, folding into his chest, silently shedding tears. “Have you heard from Theseus,” you croak into his coat, your hope rising with every word. Newt softly responds, holding you tighter, “No, I haven’t. I’m so sorry y/n.” You don’t reply, your hope dropping on the floor and shattering to bits. A voice from down the hall calls, “Y/n, we need you!” You reluctantly let go of Newt. He leaves you with a, “I’ll let you know the moment I hear something.” You quickly rush down the hall, preparing to attend to more patients. 

It is now 3 am and you weren’t sure how much longer you could stand on your own two feet. Your vision blurred, you thought you could see a new patient being wheeled down the ward. Looking up, you thought you saw the telltale auburn curls of Theseus Scamander. Shaking your head, you blinked your eyes hard and looked back in the direction of the bed. It was Theseus. Then he disappeared around the corner. Every patient you were tending to, everything you had to do, it all faded from your mind as you uttered one name. His name, “Theseus.” Adrenaline took over your body and you ran after him. People called after you, wondering what you were doing. Theseus was being wheeled into Intensive Care. He was pushed into a room and the door was shut, your breath leaving with it. The doctor comes down the hall and you demand to know, “What is wrong with Theseus?” The doctor replies, “So you know Mr. Scamander?” “Yes, what’s happening!” your voice rises. The doctor can clearly see how much you care, and says gently, “He’ll be alright y/n. He just had extended exposure to the cruciatus curse. He broke nearly every bone in his body.” Your heart stopped. Grabbing the doctor’s hand you beg to know, “Are you sure he will be alright.” The doctor answers, “I’m sure. There may be some lasting damage, but he will not die.” Then he says the words you’ve been waiting to hear. “You can stay with him if you wish to.” That’s all you need to hear and you push yourself through the door, over to where Theseus lay. 

Theseus’s POV 

Every bone in his body ached. In the blackness of his mind, the biggest thing he felt was painstaking regret. He hadn’t got to see Y/n, not since the ministry. He would surely die wherever he was, without getting to tell her how he really felt. Because of course he loved her. Of that, he was certain. There was no doubt in his mind that he had loved you since the day you fell out of that tree into his arms. It’s like he could almost see you there before him. Could hear your angelic voice, calling, calling out to him, telling him that you are there. As his time in the darkness grew, so did his pain. His whole body ached like nothing he had ever felt before. There was a light just beyond his eyelids, and Theseus Scamander strained to open his eyes. 

Theseus’s first thought after opening his eyes was that he had died and went to heaven. You knelt at the foot of his bed, clutching his hand so tightly that it hurt, but he didn’t mind. But as Theseus took in the sight of you, he knew this must be real. For you appeared to have been to hell and back. There was blood covering your crisp, white uniform.  Your hair hung in ragged chunks around your face, part of it haphazardly pulled back. Your eyes appear sunken in from being awake for only God knows how long and your cheeks were marked permanently wet from the unending trail of tears. In a soft voice he could hear you whispering over him, like a prayer, “I will always watch over you.” And suddenly he felt a great peace wash over him as he fell back asleep. 

Regular POV 

It had been days since Theseus was first brought in and you were quickly losing hope. Called away to yet another raid, you promised a sleeping Theseus that you would check on him when you returned. 

5 hours later you walk through the halls leading to Theseus’s room, exhaustion threatening to pull you down with every step. Upon entering, your mind went blank and your heart swelled with the most joy you had ever felt. Theseus was sitting up in his bed, watching you. “You’re awake,” you breathe in awe. Theseus painfully laughs, “Keen observation y/n.” Your feet carry you over to him and you sit on the side of his bed, pulling him tightly into your arms, sobbing into his shoulder. “I thought you were dead,” you cry. He manages to wrap an arm around you and stroke your hair affectionately, a striking difference from the way he used to ruffle it when you were a child. Word vomit overtakes you and you breathe quietly for only him to hear, “Theseus I love you.” He’s stunned into silence and lifts your chin up, staring into your eyes. “What was that?” he asks longingly, sure that he heard you wrong. You stare back at him, and lay your cards out on the table. Brushing his cheek gently, you repeat, “ Theseus. I love you.” He brushes his hand against your cheek and leans in until his lips are just above your own. And then he says, “I love you too y/n,” and kisses you softly, something he had been waiting to do for years and years. 

XXX

“My darling husband, you just got back, are you sure you have to leave?” you whine at Theseus. He smiles at you, picking you up into his arms, whispering, “I’ll make it up to you I swear.” “You better,” you chide him. And then you ask the most important question. “How long will you be gone?” He gulps and mumbles, “A couple of months. The ministry wants to find Credence.” “A couple of months!” you shout. Theseus winces at your volume. “I’ll try to be back as soon as I can,” he tries to console you. It was no use. You stand with your arms crossed, anger rolling off of you in waves. Theseus sneaks up behind you and begins kissing your neck. “Theseus…. Stop,” you gasp half-heartedly, heat flooding your body. He chuckles and whispers in your ear, “Do you really want me to stop?” Your voice comes out as a whimper as he nibbles on your earlobe, “I don’t know.” Theseus laughs at this and scoops you up into his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. 

XXX

Four months. It had been four months since Theseus left for Paris, and every day without him was harder than the last. Newt left shortly after Thes did, no doubt to chase after Tina. But Tina was a remarkable improvement compared to Leta. And all of the sudden it was like Hogwarts all over again, you alone without Newt or Theseus. Although, you weren’t entirely alone. Theseus was in for quite a large surprise when he came home, for your last reunion resulted in you becoming pregnant. The other healers insisted that you take time off, not wanting to put your child in danger. But you refused. The war raged on. People needed your help and expertise now more than ever. Sighing into your cup of tea, you long for the presence of your husband. It’s then that a loud, sharp knock echoes against the door. Walking over to it, you’re shocked to see professor Dumbledore standing before you, soaking wet from the rain. “Professor, what can I do for you?” you ask as you usher him inside. He eyes your stomach and sighs, “Theseus won’t like this.” “Like what?” you ask back. Dumbledore groans, “Grindelwald is rallying in Paris with his followers. They’re going to need a healer. There is sure to be death at the Lestrange Tomb tonight.” You softly ask the million dollar question, “And Newt and Theseus? Are they there.” Dumbledore nods. As you move past him to depart Dumbledore grabs your arm and practically begs, “Y/n, be careful.” You nod determinedly and depart for Paris. 

When you arrive,it’s clear that the rally is already over. The graveyard is razed to the ground and a small group of people sit on the steps near the Lestrange tomb. Running as fast as you can, their faces come into view and you recognize Newt, a short and round man, and a young woman you can only assume to be Tina Goldstein. “Newt thank god!” you shout, bringing their attention up to you. Pulling him into a tight hug, you sob, “Thank god you’re alright.” Newt returns your hug and croaks horsley, “You shouldn’t be here.” He places you at arm's length and it is then that he takes in your pregnant belly. “My god, you really shouldn’t be here. Go home, please,” he hisses. Ignoring his request, you ask sniffle, “Where is he Newt? Where is the father of my child?” Newt, overridden with guilt, chokes, “I don’t know. I lost him after we deflected the fiend fyre from Grindelwald. He should be here.” A great sense of foreboding floods your system. Losing all sense of caution and clutching your belly, you begin trekking around the tomb, shouting desperately, “Theseus! Theseus Scamander! Please answer me!” Turning the corner, you see his large form, sprawled in the grass, concussed you concluded, by the great gash on his forehead. “Theseus!” you shriek, racing over to him. Pulling out your wand you mutter, “Renervate.” Theseus’s eyes slowly open. “Y/n? Is this heaven?” he mumbles softly. Despite everything, you laugh. “No Theseus. Come on, we’ve got to get you home,” you declare. Pulling him to his feet, Theseus then fully takes in the state of you. “Are you….” his voice trails off, almost scared of the answer. You nod and respond softly, “I am.” Theseus’s face cracks into the widest smile you’ve ever known and he lifts you in his arms, his hands taking their rightful place around your waist, sobbing joyfully. “My y/n, with child!” he pronounces gleefully. You giggle as he puts you down and ask, “Theseus would you please take your pregnant wife home?” He offers you his arm, plants a kiss on the top of your head and says, “It would be my pleasure.”  

XXX 

Theseus didn’t work out in the field much these days, only when it was vitally important. So when he was called to a rally last night, you knew he would be exhausted. This was the second time Theseus was on a mission when you found out you were yet again pregnant. Tip toeing out of your bedroom, you plant a tender kiss to his forehead and shut the door quietly behind you. Walking into the second bedroom, you approach your first-born. “Caden my love, it is time to wake up,” you kiss your son sweetly on the cheek. He grumbles that he is still sleepy. Dragging him out of bed, you reposition the three year old on your hip and go to wake your 6 month old son Liam. “Good morning my treasure,” you coo to where he lies in the crib. Liam blinks his eyes open, his blue eyes nearly matching Theseus’s, and stretches his tiny hands, rubbing at his freckles. Your heart swells at the thought of another mini-Theseus wandering around your home. With both children in your arms you bring them into the kitchen to begin breakfast. As soon as you put Caden down he declares, “I want to go wake daddy!” You immediately tell him strictly, “Caden we can’t do that just yet. Daddy had a very long night at work and he needs his rest.” Caden pouts and in an attempt to distract him you ask, “How about some blueberry pancakes for breakfast my love?” He beams and immediately runs to the table, Auburn curls flopping as he goes. You sigh in exhaustion and your mind turns round and round as you think about bringing a third child into the mix. And despite the nervousness tingling through you, you also feel an immense amount of joy of the family you and Theseus had created.  

Humming softly, you’re unaware of a quiet Theseus who stands in the doorway, watching you with gentle awe and admiration. Clothed in his pajamas and messy hair pulled up out of your face, Liam was strapped against your chest making tiny soft noises as you bustled around making breakfast. Caden has fallen asleep at the table. Coming up behind you, Theseus snakes an arm around your waist and hums, “Good morning darling,” in your ear. Turning around you smile, “Good morning love. I was going to let you sleep some more. You seemed very tired.” Theseus chuckles, “How could I be sleeping knowing that my goddess of a wife and our two beautiful babes are in the next room?” Before you have time to comment, Caden leaps from his spot at the table and shouts, “Daddy, you’re awake!” Theseus has the wind knocked out of him as Caden hangs on his back, and you can see just how much being an auror aged him. “My boy, did you take good care of your mommy when I was away yesterday?” Theseus asks his eldest son very seriously. Caden puffs out his chest in his father’s arms and nearly shouts, “Of course I did!” You laugh and give your son a kiss on the nose. Liam begins to cry and you know that he must be hungry. “Sit down my love, you look exhausted,” you rub Theseus’s back. He sits at the table and you put his plate in front of him, sitting down across from him. Breastfeeding your son, Theseus smiles at you and gushes, “You are truly the most wonderful mother to our children.” You blush in thanks. 

Hours later, after a very chaotic lunch, you managed to get Liam and Caden down for naps. Coming back into the living room, you grin at Theseus passed out on the couch. Brushing his hair from his forehead, you give him a tender kiss and whisper, “My love, why don’t we nap as well?” Theseus nods and groggily murmurs in agreement. 

He lays down on your bed, and opens his arms up for you. Crawling into his lap, you sigh in contentment. Theseus whispers into your hair, “There is nothing more attractive than watching you raise our children.” You giggle and turn to face him, asking, “Really?” Theseus places kisses on both of your cheeks and says, “Really.” Always honest, Theseus admits, “I only wish we had a little girl just like you. Someone I can spoil endlessly, like I do you.” Heat rises to your face and you decide that now is as good of a time as any. “Well, I don’t know if it will be a girl, but there’s a 50% chance,” you look at him anxiously. Theseus chuckles, “Are you serious?” “It’s not my fault that you can’t keep your hands off of me!” your voice rises defensively. Theseus grabs both of your hands and cuts you off, “No, no, my darling y/n, I just can’t believe my luck is all. Another baby already, it’s… it’s such amazing news.” A tear comes to his eyes. “Are you really happy?” you whisper. He kisses you in reply. A long, soft, intimate kiss. When he pulls back he smiles, “Of course I am. You have given me the most amazing family. I love you, I love our life together, I love our family.” Theseus’s hands travel to your stomach and he sighs in contentment. “I love you Theseus,” you gush. He kisses your hair and murmurs, “Sleep now love.” You obey and fall into a peaceful sleep, curled up in your husband’s arms.

[akaspiderman]

My everything

pairing: newt scamander x female!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: angst idk

request: Newts bond with Tina keeps growing, and (y/n) has doubts about her and Newts relationship

A/N: this will probably be my last request because i suck at requests :/

It was an innocent idea. Newt suggested that (y/n), Queenie, Jacob and Tina should all get together. In theory, that was a wonderful idea, everyone Newt loves all together, it seemed perfect. The downside of this idea was that (y/n) was going to drive herself insane. She couldn’t stand seeing Newt and Tina together, though she knows Newt wouldn’t hurt her like that. At least she thinks so.

These ideas would enter her mind, each time she tried to turn them off. She knew Newt would never do it, but the what-ifs were eating at her. He was always around Tina now, maybe spending more time with her than (y/n). His eyes always light up when he talks about Tina’s and his adventures that day. (y/n) always nods along enthusiastically, but her heart was aching. Maybe she was selfish, but that should be her. Hanging out with Newt, making his day. Instead she’s this background character in his life, not a leading role. (y/n) is almost a hundred percent positive that she spends more time with his creatures than him in the past few weeks. These were the things that arise in her mind every time she heard Newt and Tina were hanging out, but she never had the heart to put her foot down.

So when the gang all meets up in the Goldstein’s house, her heart was beating far too fast. She was petrified at the idea of witnessing the two together. At least when Newt tells her about it, she doesn’t know all the full details. She won’t know if Newt was smiling at everything Tina does, she won’t know if there was something more. But witnessing the two in real is something else, she can see all the small mannerisms that Newt is unaware of, how he laughs differently if he finds something super funny or how he messes with his hair if he’s nervous. She can see how they interact, she can feel it all.

(y/n) hasn’t seen them in a while, she couldn’t bare to see Tina and Newt interact without wanting to scream. So she simply took herself out of the situation by not attending any get togethers. Newt eventually stops asking if she wants to tag along, though she expects it, she can’t help but feel betrayed. But when she walks in, it was like she’s seen them everyday of her life. Queenie was taking off her coat, offering food. She was so welcoming to her even if she hasn’t them in weeks. Despite the warm welcome, her eyes were glued on Newt. How he dropped her hand the second he saw Tina to hug her. She stands by Newt, waiting for him but he just moves towards the back talking to Tina. He only realizes that he left her alone when Jacob calls out to her.

When they sit down to eat dinner that Queenie made, Newt sits next to her but across from Tina. Queenie was being her bubbly self, and Jacob was enchanted by her. She feels quiet lonely, not having a partner to talk to, but she disregards that as she eats the deliciousness Queenie presented them.

“So, (y/n) how are you? Haven’t seen you in ages,” Jacob days through chewing food. This was the first time anyone attempted to include her into a conversation.

“Oh I’m okay. Worried sick,” (y/n) blurts out, getting a look from Newt, “About the-the, nifflers.”

“Why? What’s wrong then? They’re adorable aren’t they,” Queenie smiles.

“Acting strange that’s all.”

“Did you ever tell me? I don’t recall any weird behavior,” Newt questions her, which she responds with a shrug.

She pokes at the food, losing her appetite. She was talking to Queenie and Jacob about the outrageous new fashion and how Jacob should bake cakes. Though she was participating in that conversation, her mind couldn’t help but wander off into Newt and Tina’s conversation.

“How’s your arm?” Tina says to Newt.

“Oh, um, it’s healing alright. I didn’t think that I would hurt it,” Newt replies. (y/n) didn’t even know his arm was hurting. “Anyways Tina, I saw this poster advertising this vintage artifacts. I was thinking that you would enjoy it and how it would be fun to visit.”

(y/n) felt a piece of her heart chip, she would love to go. She wasn’t even asked. Tina replies, “I saw that and I was thinking about asking you about it!”

Newt let’s out a nervous laugh, “Well, great minds think alike. We can go on Saturday after your work.”

“I want to pick up some plants on the way back if that’s alright with you. Queenie really wants to get some new ones.”

“That’s fine, I can help you carry them. Then we can finish reading the Great Gatsby!”

She was most definitely ignoring the conversation with Queenie and Jacob now. She couldn’t even force a smile and nod with them, she was too focused on Tina and Newt’s. Her heartbeat was going off the charts. She hasn’t even had a whole day with Newt in so long, he’s always working or with Tina. But Newt hasn’t even noticed by the looks of it, he was mostly interested with Tina.

“Its a date,” Tina says with a smile.

Maybe it was just a saying, but it knocks the air out of her. This was it, he was going to leave her. He hasn’t even given her an ounce of attention the whole dinner. He was intrigued by Tina, (y/n) didn’t stand a chance, but she wanted too. (y/n)’s whole heart belonged to Newt, he was the only one. But he was smiling and making plans with someone else. Her head was spinning, she saw Queenie frown at her and she already knew what Queenie read. (y/n) is fumbling out of the chair, pushing it back before heading out in the cold. She hears Newt call out to her, but it wasn’t enough to make up for the whole time he ignored her. If Queenie was going to do the right thing, she would cover for her.

The freezing air filled her lungs. Her tears were quick to come. She was standing in the middle of the street, sobbing. Maybe she should just leave, apparte away and deal with heartbreak in solitude. She lost Newt, she doesn’t even know how. Maybe she wasn’t what he wanted anymore, maybe she was worse then Tina and he realized that he deserved better. Just like that, she flicks her arm, letting it take her home.

When she arrives into the comfort of their apartment, she lets herself fully go. Letting all that built up worry out for once. It was to the point where she was gasping for air. She was a mess. She was far too gone for Newt, but Newt didn’t seem to feel the same way.

Moments later, she hears footsteps coming around the corner. She already knows who it is. She turns the opposite direction, trying to contain her tears. Her hiccups were too obvious, letting him know. She hears him drop something off on the couch, most likely her coat she hopes.

She feels warmth from the arms that wrap around her back. His face nuzzling into her hair. It was all so familiar, but she hasn’t felt it in weeks.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into her head. (y/n) doesn’t turn around to face him. She’s staring straight ahead, even though every bone in her body wants to met eye to eye. “Queenie told me,” he whispers softly, still hugging her from behind.

“You, you should h-have noticed with, without Queenie having to tell you,” she retorts back. The anger she was trying to convey seemed weak as her constant gasping ruined the mood. She pulls out of his grip, turning to face him.

Newt winces at the fact (y/n) wouldn’t let him touch her. He felt so stupid, he didn’t know he was making her feel that way. He thought (y/n) was okay with Tina, she never complained that he spent to much time with her. But seeing her crying, he sees all the little things (y/n) has done to hint at the idea that maybe she wasn’t fine. The way she would always say “again?” when he told her he was going to hang out with Tina, they way she never laughed at his funny stories with Tina. This was his one and only, and he pushed her away. Now she’s standing in front of him crying tears about how she doesn’t think he loves her anymore. How wrong was she?

“I love you so much (y/n),” he says gently, “I’m sorry for not giving you enough attention, I can cancel my plans.”

“W-well, you’re just saying that because I made you feel bad.”

“It’s my fault. I should have gave you more attention and I-“ His voice cracks, he’s losing himself too. Tears were swelling up, he didn’t want to lose her. “I love you, you’re my world. You’re the stars and sun. You’re the ocean and the sky. You’re every single creature on this world. That didn’t come out right. You’re not a creature at all, but-“

(y/n) couldn’t help but laugh, her tears were slowing down but she’s still hurt. “It’s alright, I know what you mean. I just wi-“

Newt cuts her off, “I would be the most stupid person to let you go. You’re everything to me, and whatever you think is happening between me Tina is nothing. You can ask Queenie, I’ll let her read my mind just so you know that you’re the only one that I want. I’m so stupid for taking you for granted, my heart broke when you thought I didn’t love you. You’re the only person I would want to be with for my whole entire life. This is nearly not a long enough apology, but I just want you to stop crying. I don’t want to hurt you like this ever. I hope you can forgive me. You’re my everything.”

She wipes away tears,“You’re so lucky that I love you.” She goes towards him, letting him hold her close.

“I’m so lucky to have you forgive a big idiot like me,” Newt whispers, embracing her.

[afantasticbeastwriter]

Amelia || Newt Scamander x Reader

Genre: A little angsty, but plenty of fluff as well! Word Count: 3,613 Prompt: “Can I request a newtxmuggle!reader where they are in a relationship and reader is coming with him to america but since she's a muggle she needs to forget all her memories. Newt has to leave her but eventually gets back to America and a little kid runs into him and it looks like him. It's the child of him an reader.” A/N: Thank you to the anon who requested this :) This was such an interesting story to write. Heck, I felt like I could write multiple fics off of this one alone (hence why it’s nearly 4K words). Let me know how you like it! Also, if you read this and enjoy it, feel free to request something of your own! I’m always looking for more requests. Enjoy! He remembered you in the Fall.

The soft blowing of the wind rustling the leaves reminded him of you, of the way your beautiful hair used to flow through the wind and how you skipped through piles of leaves without a care in the world. The chill to the air reminded him of your striking wit and the humor you slipped into daily conversation. As he walked down the streets of New York, past Central Park and by the bustling people, he remembered how you used to point at them and make up entire stories about their lives, their aspirations, and their little quirks such as their favorite ice cream flavors. He remembered you as if you had only left his life yesterday.

But really, it was much more than yesterday.

Seven years ago, you had been at his side. You and him were unstoppable in his year-long study in New York– a duo no one dared to question. Newt hunted for creatures, you rehabilitated them, and you both helped them either find a home in the case or thrive on their own back in the wilds of the state’s countryside. The resulting bond you shared was magnetic. It was destined. Newt became more infatuated with you than he had anyone before, and while he turned away from hugs from people close to him, including his brother, he always had his arms wide open for you. You were his favorite. You were his everything.

You were. And then, the law came into play.

MACUSA found out about you two from a stray, undercover auror, and although they were sympathetic about the fact he was from a land where such a relationship was accepted, they gave him no choice. You had to be obliviated. Not needed to, not suggested to, you had to be obliviated, and if not by them, by Newt himself.

Newt tried to battle the sentence. He begged, pleaded, and tried to offer up some of his more controversial creatures in exchange for a free pass, but the rules did not budge. He was not allowed to be an exception. Not even his connections to the Ministry in London or to Dumbledore himself could help. He was forced to go home, look you in the eye, and wipe away every memory of him that existed, or go to Azkaban for a long, long time. Though his love for you was eternal, he knew he had to follow the law. He would not last in prison. He just would not.

The best way to do it was to catch you off guard. That was what MACUSA suggested, as this was far from their first rodeo in terms of mandatory obliviations to separate muggles and wizards. It was what they found to be most humane, most easy on both parties. Because there was a palatable way to rip out a wizard’s heart. It was tried and true, after all.

Newt decided he would do it as soon as he got home. You normally took a nap on the couch until he got home, when he would wake you up with a cup of tea, a kiss, and a soft offer to go tend to the animals. This time, instead of waking up to tea and a kiss, you would wake up to a whole new world. A world without him.

Newt wondered if falling ill could get him out of doing this.

What MACUSA did not tell him about obliviations was that actually obliviating someone was excruciating. You looked so peaceful as you slept. How was he ever supposed to wipe your memory? He wanted nothing more than to slip in beside you and ask you to go play with the nifflers. He wanted to tell you he loved you and how you made his life so much more worth living between kisses and loving smiles. But he couldn’t. He instead could only bring up his shaky wand, wipe the tears that stung his cheeks, and whisper the spell that condemned his heart to heartbreak.

It only took a few seconds to erase him from your life.

In a few hours, you would wake up from your peaceful slumber to a quiet room in your quiet house. You would believe your side-job as a waitress was your only job, and that your big flat was to accommodate relatives when they came by. You would forget how you really spent most of your time serving as Newt’s partner, as well as how you chose the bigger space to allow him more space to work on his creatures. All of the photos you shared and all of the letters you held dear to you would go blank. You would wake up as if everything had merely been a dream.

Newt, on the other hand, would walk home and question whether or not he was in a walking nightmare. He cried, cursed, hit walls, drank. He found himself inconsolable, a shell of his former self, filled with so much self deprecation and regret that it seemed never ending. Even Theseus could not calm him down when he returned back to London. His hugs were met with anger and pain. His words of gentle encouragement were met with depression and venom. The old Newt died with the obliviation of you. The new one lived a tormented life, regretting its very existence.

Seven years later, Newt still lived that tormented life. He regained a bit of his kindness back, but he was far from okay. He was more of a recluse than ever. He hardly spent time with family, he distanced himself from the few friends he had, and he even waned a little in the love he had for his creatures. Every time he took care of them reminded him of you. It was a losing battle to begin with.

It made Newt suddenly wanting to return to New York all the more suspicious.

His biggest critic, unsurprisingly, was Theseus. Seven years did not fool him, or anyone for that matter, that this trip was not to go find you. Newt could have drawn a picture for his brother detailing where and when he would retrieve a new creature, and he would not buy it. He could see that this trip was a desperate attempt by a desperate man to regain the past that had escaped him, not an exploration. He knew that if Newt didn’t get you, it would break him, and that if he did, it would make obliviating you again all that much harder. He even could see Newt giving up his freedom for a few years to secure at least the promise of you in his life, and that was what Theseus feared the most. He had seen Azkaban and what it did to people up close being an Auror. It was no place at all for his kind, gentle brother. But there was no stopping Newt once he had his mind set, and Theseus knew that. He was never one to follow orders, after all.

When Newt set sail with his case in hand, all he could do was hope and pray his brother would return back safe.

Newt had other hopes in his heart as he walked the streets of New York. As he watched the leaves rustle and felt the wind blow by, he hoped for a future where perhaps he could run away with you and rekindle what used to be. He hoped to see you appear before him among the leaves as you did seven years ago, bright-eyed and radiant. He hoped to have some chance. He hoped for some sign of a future to show itself.

He did not hope, however, to run into someone well below half his size in the middle of the sidewalk, but that was what he got.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he said, stepping back to assess the situation. It had felt like a child had run into him, and sure enough, one had. It was a little girl, small and freckled, with a bright yellow sundress and matching yellow bow in her hair. In place of what should have been a happy little smile, her lips were turned down in a frown and her face was scrunched up in pain. She clutched near her elbow and began to cry – not too loud, but loud enough for Newt to notice and feel dreadful about it. Though he barely felt anything from the run-in, he knew his case could pack a powerful punch, and it just so happened that it rested exactly high enough to cause harm to her arm. Going down on a knee, he set the case aside and gestured to ask if he could get a better look. Though upset, she inched forward and let him do so.

“I really am so sorry dear, are you alright? What hurts?”

The sniffles were too hard for the girl to get out a proper response, but she was able to at least point to the area on her arm that took the biggest hit. Turning her arm, Newt came face-to-face with a red splotch the exact size of the corner of his case. It looked to be right near her bone and painful, which he regretted heartedly. He rubbed his thumb across it carefully before turning and opening his case.

“Do wait a moment, I’ve got something to help with the pain.”

The little girl sat patiently sniffling as he mulled through his case, set to muggle-worthy. It took him a second, but soon enough he procured a vial of a blue liquid. He unstoppered it, grabbed a few cotton balls, and instructed her to hold her arm out. Once she did, he dropped three drops of the serum on the cotton and placed it right over the mark.

“That should start to feel cool,” he told her, briefly making eye contact with her, “a lot like ice.”

Newt watched her cautiously. She sat for a moment with no real emotion, simply perplexed by the sensation on her arm as well as recovering from the shock of her injury. It was not until a minute later that she gave him the tiniest of smiles. The smile grew even bigger as it dawned on her that the pain was really going away, and with that in sight, Newt felt confident to smile right back.

But, something stopped it from going all the way to his eyes. He knew that little girl’s smile from somewhere. He remembered seeing it on a Fall day like this one, a long time ago. He also remembered those eyes of hers. Those piercing eyes haunted him in his dreams, reminding him of what he used to have. He knew them well, like a friend. Like a ghost.

He knew they were yours.

Newt’s heart began to race.

And as if that was not enough fodder for his heart to run a mile a minute, he began to notice even more upon further inspection. While she had her mother’s eyes and smile, her nose was different. Her hair, though the same wavy mop of her mother’s, was a different color. Her freckles were most certainly not yours. No, the nose, the hair color, and the freckles were not {Y/N} qualities.

They were, undeniably, Scamander qualities. Newt Scamander qualities.

He gulped.

“Dear,” he said, gently calling the little girl to look up at him, “pardon me for asking, but how old are you?”

“Six and a half years old,” she replied. Her eyes flickered between him and the ground before she grew shy and began fidgeting with the bottom of her dress. “Do…do you know my mommy?”

Do I know her. This had to be a joke. A sick joke and a sick coincidence that his sick, sick mind was playing on him. How did he just so happen to run into your daughter, his daughter, on the streets of New York? How was she even so obviously his? He swore any interaction he had with you was protected. It was impossible. Improbable, even. It could not be. He had to be dreaming. He had to be.

“Amelia, who are you talking to?”

Reality slapped Newt Scamander in the face like a truck. This was, in fact, no dream, as there you were, {Y/N}, the love of his life, standing right before him with suspicion and curiosity in your eye and your arms snaking around the little girl in the yellow dress he knew to be way too similar to him to not be his. He sat dumbfounded with his mouth slightly ajar, mind racing, as you looked his unfamiliar figure up and down. If only you knew.

“He fixed my owie,” Amelia, his daughter, spoke with an innocence that nearly brought Newt to his knees. Her voice sounded as light as a wind chime, as delicate as a flower, and he was utterly transfixed by it. It stood in stark contrast to your somewhat concerned and standoffish ‘oh really’ in response to her, which caught Newt’s attention immediately. There had been too many times in his long career as a Magizoologist where he had seen a mother get defensive over her child. Though he did no wrong, he did not want to upset you. He backed up a step, giving you space.

“Sorry, she ran into my case of nowhere and I wanted to help, so...” It’s the honest truth, but Newt could tell you were not convinced as he trailed off. You took Amelia by the hand and scowled his way, readying her to run off if need be. He sensed he needed to speak and speak fast if you were going to ever gain some trust. Oh, if only you remembered how much trust you used to have in him seven years ago.

“I know this may look suspicious-”

“Oh, it does,” you snapped, cold as ice. Newt paused, recollecting himself, before continuing.

“But I only wanted to help her. See,” he said, “I was on my way looking for someone here in the city and was incredibly distracted when she hit my case. I feel dreadful about it, so if there’s a way I could make it up to you both and show you I mean no harm, I would be delighted to do so.”

“I don’t think-”

“Do you like animals, mister?”

Looking down, Newt met eyes with Amelia. Her small hand tugged on his coat, seeking his attention. Much like with her mother, Newt could hardly resist her question.

“Animals are my favorite, actually. What is your favorite?”

“A lion,” she replied. He had never heard a little girl so sure of her answer in his life, and it made him beam with pride. His little girl, so smart, so sure. Surely she got that confidence from you. You always had been the more firm one. “What’s yours?”

Newt sat in thought for a moment before kneeling down to her level. “I suppose birds are lovely, are they not? Big wingspans, colorful feathers. Extraordinary creatures, really.”

“Mommy and I saw a birdie at the pet store once.” Her big eyes sparkling, she looked to you with a wide, toothy grin. “She said I can get one when I turn seven.”

“What kind of bird do you want?”

“Sir, I really don’t think-”

“A parrot,” Amelia shouted to Newt, giggling and bouncing up and down at the thought. “A big ol’ red one with pretty feathers! I want to teach it to speak.”

“Well, I think you should do whatever your heart tells you,” Newt urged, patting her shoulder. You bit your lip as Amelia squealed with glee and hugged him. As he turned to see your expression in that moment, he noticed you no longer were watching him with the same discontent you had been before. Your face looked more confused than anything, as if you were trying to put together a puzzle with mismatching pieces. He watched your eyes flicker between him and Amelia, back and forth, back and forth. Upon your jaw going a bit slack and you taking a slight step back, Newt felt a slight glimmer of hope reenter his system. That was his same reaction when he realized who Amelia was. Perhaps you were going through the same train of thoughts he did. Perhaps, you even were beginning to remember.

You gasped and covered your mouth.

“N-Newt?”

Standing up, Newt walked over to you. He smiled, tears welling up in his eyes. “{Y/N}?”

“Oh my God,” you mumbled. “Oh my God, it’s you. It’s…oh my, what…I don’t understand, I…I…where did you…what?”

“They made me obliviate you.” Grabbing your hand, Newt peered at you through his long chestnut bangs. “I had to go away, but I did not want to, and I am so, so sorry. Truly. It was either that or Azkaban, and survival rates for people like me in Azkaban are fairly minuscule.”

“How,” your eyes darted over to Amelia, “how long ago did you obliviate me, Newt?”

He swallowed hard. “Seven years ago.”

Once again, you gasped. It all clicked. Memories flooded your mind at an immense speed and it all made sense. This was your Newt. This was the man who showed you a whole new world and experienced some of the highest points of your life with you. It also, apparently, was the man who fathered your sweet Amelia, who you had always wondered of the father of since you found you were pregnant. You had thought you got drunk and made a mistake, but no. She was conceived out of love. She had a loving father who, now that you thought about it, looked a lot like her. Holding your head, you met his eyes. He gave you a soft, shy smile. His signature.

“Lot to take in, isn’t it?”

You nodded. “I don’t know what to say. Do we…should we try to just…pick up where we left off?”

“Well,” Newt said, “it depends. See, I’m not allowed to live with you here. Even so much as being associated with you could get me locked up in Azkaban.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded, briefly meeting your gaze. “Yes. However, back in London…”

“Newt, I don’t know if I could.”

“Please try,” he said. “Consider it, because it may be the only way Amelia will ever get to see her father.”

“Mommy? What’s going on?”

You turned to see Amelia gazing up at you in confusion. Kneeling down to her height, you called her forward and sighed, pulling the hair out of her eyes. “Dear, you know how I told you that some little girls have only one mommy or one daddy?”

She nodded. “And it’s okay and we shouldn’t feel bad about it.”

Smiling, you nodded back at her. “Yes, we shouldn’t. But what if I told you that you actually have a daddy?”

Amelia frowned. “What?”

Standing back up, you took her hand and walked her over to face Newt. “Honey, this is your daddy. His name is Newt. I um…I lost him for a while, but he came back.”

Newt kneeled and gave Amelia a tiny grin, moving the hair from his face. “Hello.”

She gave him a scrutinizing look before turning back to you. “He’s mine?”

You nodded. “Yes. He’s very kind and nice. Now that I think about it, you um…you have a lot in common. You both love animals.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Newt said, regaining Amelia’s attention. “You know how you talked about that parrot you want earlier? Well, I can show you some birds I own that are even more spectacular. If, well, your mother says it’s okay for you to come see them.”

Newt worried Amelia would get whiplash with how fast she spun to face you. Jumping up and down, she began to beg with her eyes. “Please Mommy, please let me go see Papa’s birds! I wanna’ see them!”

Meeting your eyes, Newt walked forward and placed his arm back on her shoulder. “I have plenty of room for you both. We can get her into a good school and she won’t want for anything, promise. Please consider it.”

It was hard for you to look both Newt and your daughter in the eye and even consider telling them no. Even though you had a life built up in New York, you knew deep down that Newt was your life. He had been the best thing in your life. Where he admired your smile and free spirit, you had admired his immense care for the world and his shy grins when he knew you were watching him. You loved him more than anyone. After everything that had happened, and all that had stood in your way, fate was the only explanation, and you could not go against fate. You had to take your second chance and run with it.

Walking up to Newt, you grabbed his coat collar and pulled him into you for a kiss. Electricity ran through you both. Not even Amelia’s childlike groans of disgust could stop you both from the feeling. It was so long-awaited, so perfect. Dreams became reality in the best of ways as you met, and when you pulled apart and looked into Newt’s blue-green eyes, your only answer to him was yes.

“R-Really?”

Nodding, you giggled and brought Amelia into your hug. “Yes. We’re going to London. Both of us.”

“Does this mean I get to see the birds?”

Practically beaming, Newt nodded and leaned down to kiss Amelia on the top of her head. “And so much more, dear. We’ve got seven years of catching up to do, after all.”

[hunterartemis]

The Assistant (Newt Scamander X OC): Chapter 1: Pilot

I intend to write a miniseries on this, have some ideas on it, wanna try it. So bored with Valentines cheesy stuff. May range form comedy to Romance to drama. 

chapter Summary: Newt returns home from Paris (six months from the Grindlewald fiasco) and Bunty is gone. So he needs a new assistant. She seems okay, but things don’t go just as planned.

Word Count: 2064

Chapter theme:  Agitato I - Schlitten, By Alfred Schnittke, from The Story of an Unknown Actor: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0iFW4sSgkE

“So what is your name again?” Newt asked while he skimmed through the papers the woman placed before him.

“Audrey Page. I passed Hogwarts at 1920, had potions, charms, transfiguration, Defence against the Dark Arts and Animal Husbandry at my NEWTs.”

“So why do you think you are fit for this job?” Newt asked the third entry of today.

That’s the third time he was saying this sentence and he was losing it already. Not because it was absolutely tiring when people just showed up to ogle at his face, and not for the job, but he was seriously bummed that Bunty left him for another man.

She was really good at her job.

“Well, I consider myself an animal lover, and over the years I have learned the art of patience and not to question my superiors.” Newt wasn’t really expecting this, because that wasn’t like the star-struck babbling that he was hearing from the previous interviews. That last bit struck a bit sarcastic to Newt, however he sensed that she was saying all this to butter him up, she needs this job and will do whatever it takes; unlike the other candidates who are just there to get a whiff of his fame and go. She was desperate and serious.

“That’s... quite diplomatic of you.”Newt commented softly, cautiously looking at her way, trying to be professional but his anxiety of making eye contact with another human was brushing on his mind now and then. Audrey, the interviewee was sitting straight without fidgeting. That comforted him to a degree, because sometime when Bunty fidgeted all over the place and it made him anxious that he did something wrong.

“With four siblings grown up and a father as strict, one needs the best sets of skills one can find.” She added with a sardonic smile, but Newt found nothing funny about that. With his sensitive mind he felt a hint of oppression in her upbringing. This filled his mind with sadness and bitterness as she started to remind him of a certain old friend who died recently. He lost in his own train of thought, and then suddenly remembered what was in front of him.

“Well... you can start right away...“ Newt nervously asserted, and judging by the silence of his interviewee, he halfway looked at her again, she was quite in suspicion about his statement. “Well, did I not confirm your job...? “ Newt said a little more firmly, getting flustered whenever his assertiveness is misread. After all assertiveness is not his strongest suit.

“Oh-yes sir, thank you for this opportunity.” she took off her gauntlet glove and led it forward for Newt to shake it. Newt, taking her hand briefly, shook it and told her to come at 9 AM sharp.

With the last creak of door at 7 PM at the evening, Newt could finally breathe in peace. With the interviews over, he can now rest and go back with his life. To think more practically, he didn’t need an assistant at all before. But when he blew up half his apartment last time, his brother Theseus practically conjured Bunty from air.

“Hire an assistant, or someday I will have to read The Magizoologist found dead in his apartment: strange animal marks on him.”

And that really spoiled him to death.

He hoped that this time won’t be such a collateral damage. He really liked this young woman, Audrey. She has confidence.

CLANK

Whoever wrote the proverb ‘it will come when you least expect it’, must knew a couple of nifflers. Newt reminded himself to remove the shiny switch from his lamp... again.

...

The next day, as Newt was struggling to finish his breakfast with chasing the niffler babies around, a soft knock issued. Newt opened the door and found a stranger young woman standing at his door. Newt first became quite unarmed as she was quite elegantly dressed in navy-and-charcoal coloured silk, staring straight at him. On the other hand, he was halfway through his work dress. He peered behind the half opened door and asked nervously,

“Yes... may I help you? “

The woman stood speechless for a moment, “Mr. Scamander, I am your new assistant, I was to join today at--” she took out a fob watch out of her waist pocket, “at 9 AM sharp by your orders?” she added with equal amount of surprise and heat.

Newt slapped his head and opened his door fully, easing himself on the fact that she was no stranger woman, but Miss Page, the third candidate from yesterday, “oh yes... Miss Page, come in come in...”

Audrey came inside and Newt noticed she was avoiding his gaze; in fact she looked quite uncomfortable. Wondering what could have upset her he closed the door, and started to apologise about the morning, “you must excuse me, I am not good at remembering faces, so it will take me quite an amount of time to get comfortable around you.”

“That is quite fine, Mr. Scamander...” she added avoiding eye contact, desperately trying to look away, “... is the beast chamber that way?” she pointed at a random direction, and started to pace herself as soon Newt said, “second door down the hall.” and when the realization hit him that he was just wearing his long unbuttoned work-shirt and dressing gown only, he felt so embarrassed that he swore that he would die. Not only it was immensely unprofessional, but he also unintentionally flashed his perpetually elegantly dressed new young assistant. Perhaps that’s the reason Bunty left after all.

Decenting himself up, he descended to his basement, trying his best to focus on his job. He never flustered with his previous assistant, and he wondered what was happening now. As soon as he descended he saw Audrey’s navy-and charcoal robes were littered at a side, as she was now wearing some kind of coarse cloth smock, and getting comfortable with the some Occamies. He fondly saw the Occamies cheerfully slithering about her arm, and she like a fond mother tended them with care. There were very few people in Newt’s life who were liked by the Occamy; not even Leta could get past them. 

“I see they have taken a shine on you...“ Newt said softly, and Audrey, startled by his voice and relieved by his decency nodded modestly, “yes... I had the privilege to get familiar with them in Japan. “

“So you are also a traveler then?” Newt asked softly, getting his push-cart ready, filling them with food for the Graphon.

“Not really... Dumbledore forced me to a summer internship at Mahoutokoro.” Audrey added, while rocking the Occamy chick in her arm, “at first I hated it, but their Care of Magical Creatures programme made me fell in love with the beasts.“

“Oh...” Newt didn’t push it further. He wanted to initiate a conversation but she had this incredible presence about her speech that forced him to retreat in his shell. The incident in the morning plagued him again and to distract himself he proceeded with feeding the Graphon.  With its tentacles, it was obediently eating the pork pieces Newt held out and suddenly there was a will of speech that sprung in Newt’s head.

‘Do you know that the name Occamy comes from the Japanese phrase Oo-kami--’

Audrey was so engrossed with the creatures that she was quite startled with Newt’s speech and dropped one of the chicks. This sudden alarm wasn’t quite accepted by the creatures and one of them buried their beak deep into Audrey’s right arm.

“Argh.... my arm... ” Audrey collapsed on the floor while Newt came running towards her. “I am extremely sorry... I didn’t realise--”

“It’s okay Mr. Scamander... I am quite fine. You don’t have some Murtlap’s essence laying around on your workshop do you?” Audrey stood on her feet, almost staggering towards the stair as the perforated place in her arm started to turn blue.

“Absolutely not...” Newt paced himself and grabbed her arm and sat her down, “you will sit right here while I fix something...” Newt ran to his little workshop and Audrey heard several sounds of crushing and thudding, and sat quietly on the staircase, near the replica of the River Beauly where she could see the Kelpie’s weedy fins surface often.

Audrey turned around as Newt descended quickly with a stone pestle and mortar in his hand. Audrey attempted to stand up, with her eyes roaming all over him. He at first put the mortar at levitation near where Audrey was standing. For a few moments she wasn’t sure what he was going to do, and then with a soft motion, she swore she heard him mumble,

“Excuse me for this....”

For a moment she didn’t know what he was talking about, but what he did next was beyond her imagination.

“I am going to s-suck the venom out of y-your arm...” Newt babbled and as soon as his speech was over he engaged in his act. It was strangely endearing that he successfully hid beneath his tuft of hair and as soon as he was done, he brought the mortar and applied the cool bluish gray paste on the wound.

“You would have endangered yourself if you applied Murtlap essence over that.” Newt asserted with his usual nervousness, and Audrey felt quite relaxed and soothed as he was softly applying the ointment, “Murtlap essence doesn’t work on animal bites... it is more for the human made wounds, like swords and stuff.” His long thumb gently circled around and flattened the paste. “Occamy venom loses its power on a willing receiver... they are too pure to be vengeful you know--” Newt stood up on his feet and avoiding eye contact with Audrey swiftly descended. She was left speechless at that kind of an act.

Although it was her first day, she was sure that bosses and assistants don’t usually go like this. He had a reputation of being random, that she knew but it was way too much. 

On his defense, he did inform her about it though... although he barely mentions anything about “Occamy Venom” in his books. 

-- Besides it’s like performing CPR, there’s no beef about it!

Maybe it slipped his mind... better note to down in case it happens again.

...

Extended Ending

Finite...

The charm lifted from the front door and the lock moved itself to open. Audrey slipped in and locked the door with another charm, and then with another wave of wand lit the lights of the living room. Slipping off her fur scarf and pointed hat, she impatiently looked towards the right.

“Lampito, I want my tea...” she called out a little rudely and scampered when the flames in the fireplace started to flicker.

“Hello papa...” she courteously leaned in front of the fire, facing a middle aged man with dark hair and sharp eyes. Although it was hard to mark the features through the fire but he looked like a person who wasn’t to be crossed at any circumstances.

“Good evening, my dear... ” he said with sternness, “how was your day?”

“It is great papa” Audrey added with a false cheeriness, “as always. Mr. Scamander is a cordial superior; he does not strain me too much. With Grindlewald around we are always on our toes, aren’t we?” she tried to laugh it off, but her voice shook a little.

“Good... I hope you will soon be promoted to have your own office.” Her father commented, “Everything’s well here... I wish you good night.” and with abruptness, the fire was out.

“Your tea, Mistress...” a whizzy voice called her from the behind. A rather old house-elf placed the china set on the glass top baroque coffee table, and was taking Audrey’s satchel-bag to its rightful place.

“How many times I have to tell you... leave my bag alone!!!” Audrey screamed at Lampito, who, after breathing an apology disappeared in the dark. After the house elf disappeared, Audrey sealed the room with a charm so that no one could spy on her, and took a black bordered, ominously formal looking letter out of her bag. Under her well shaped finger, filigree like script peeked out, that read--

From the Department of Magical Law Enforcement,

An Order for Termination and Further discontinuity of Service

I am definitely testing the water around here. I never wrote an Hp fanfic even though it was the first fandom that I ever gotten into. Newt is an interesting character and I like to write about him. 

[wizardwritings]

Permanent Ink // Soulmate AU

Prompt: The things your soulmate loves show up on your skin. Overview: What Newt loves most in the world are his magical creatures…Which is rather confusing for his soulmate, a Muggle with no knowledge of magic.

⇢ A Newt Scamander x Muggle!Reader Soulmate AU.

The first time Y/N noticed a marking on her arm, she could not, for the life of her, understand what it was.

Not that it was difficult to discern, but rather she had never seen anything quite like it. With the head of an eagle and the rear of horse, it reminded Y/N of a hybrid cross between a Griffin and a centaur.

She thought that, maybe, her soulmate had a strange affinity toward mythology.

Not long after, a new tattoo appeared. In ways, it was stranger than the first. Its outline was in the shape of a fungus, with sharp bristles surrounding the outer stem. Y/N studied the mark the very moment she spotted it before pursing her lips and turning back to her book.

At seven years old, Y/N supposed she had better things to do than mull over the strange penchants of her soulmate.

She would worry about them another time. _______

Newt Scamander was fourteen when he first fell in love.

As outlines of books, ink, and artwork filled his inner forearm, he grew more and more excited to meet his soulmate. Newt thought he would finally find someone who understood him and appreciated his unwonted passions.

But too soon, he found that camaraderie with someone else.

Too soon, he found Leta Lestrange.

She was everything Newt thought his soulmate would be. Leta was passionate, driven, and, most importantly, she shared his love of magical creatures.

Every thought he had of Leta was followed by a feeling of shame; his heart ached, imagining the betrayal his soulmate must’ve experienced. But as Newt traced the tattoos on his arm, then stared back at the girl in front of him as she declaimed the cruelties Hippogriffs had to face, he knew what he felt was nothing less than love.

And sometimes, people just can’t help who they fall in love with. Even if it’s with the wrong person. _______

Y/N was fourteen when she saw the outline of another woman’s face etched permanently onto her skin.

She bit her lip, hoping that maybe it was her soulmate’s relative. But even she knew that wasn’t how the markings worked. And no amount of wishing could change that.

Now, almost fifteen years later, every day was a painful reminder of what should’ve been, but never was. As often as she could, Y/N wore long sleeves to keep herself from staring at the marks of betrayal on her arm. Still, her mind wandered.

Together or not, her soulmate was still out there and she wanted them to be happy. No matter what.

If anything, Y/N decided that she at least had her books. And as she ran her fingers across the dusty spines on the shelf, she realized she was content.

Until a fluffy, rodent-like animal scurried across the floor, brushing against her ankles.

“I’m extremely sorry-- Pardon me.” A tall man with a worn suitcase dodged a crowd of people in the bookstore, diving on the ground to stick his arm under a shelf. Y/N watched, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

She wasn’t one to engage in conversations with strangers, but, right now, she felt compelled to speak out. Just as he got to his feet, eyes darting around in frustration, she asked, “You okay there, sir?”

He didn’t bother to brush the dust off his coat as he stared at something behind her. “No, thank you,” he replied offhandedly as he stepped around her, not answering the question.

Without so much as a glance, he ducked under the checkout table, completely dismissing her. Offended, she decided to followed suit. With his British accent and blue coat, Y/N decided he was a foreigner. Still, foreigner or not, there was never an excuse to be rude.

She spotted the furry creature slipping past the stranger’s fingers, causing him to mutter an oath under his breath. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. Perhaps he was an overdressed exterminator.

As she looked around for the over-sized rodent, she spotted it standing stationary at the corner of the shop. It might have just been her eyes playing tricks on her, but Y/N could have sworn she saw the creature wink, nodding toward the British man running its way.

And just before it darted away, she noticed the creature looked awfully familiar.

It looked like one of her markings.

Hastily, she pulled up the sleeve on her left arm, examining the outlines of the creatures. Next to the mark of the little rodent, Y/N noticed the twig-like bug extending a leaf. She decided that wasn’t the strangest tattoo.

When she looked up, however, surprise overtook her; she saw the smug face of a creature and panicked look of the stranger barreling toward her.

“I’m so sorry!” cried the man, sending Y/N stumbling backward as he finally captured the animal. Holding the rodent by its feet, he turned to Y/N and gave her a once-over, checking for minor bruises. “Are you alright?”

She dusted the palms of her hands on her cotton skirt, shrugging. “Quite so, yes.” Her eye’s zeroed in on the creature in his hands, a piece of gold falling out of its pouch. “Interesting thing you have there, Mister…”

“Scamander,” he interposed, quickly kicking the fallen coin out of her sight. “Newt Scamander.”

“Right.”

Y/N noticed him placing the suitcase on the ground, reaching for something in his coat pocket. “Now, I’m terribly sorry about this, but, it has to be done, you see…” Newt trailed off, pulling out a whittled stick of wood. “Obliv--” Before he could complete the word, the animal in his arms knocked the wood out of his hand. “Merlin’s beard-- Niffler!”

Before Newt could grab it, she bent down and took the stick between her fingers, twirling it around. “What’s this thing?”

His shocked gaze lingered from his creature--Niffler, she supposed--to Y/N. “Please, give that back.” He turned back to his creature, who was tugging at Newt’s sleeve. “And you, what do you think you’re doing now?”

Subconsciously, she glanced at her own sleeve. As Y/N looked back up, she saw a leafy, green twig peaking out from Newt’s coat pocket. It looked awfully familiar.

Newt followed her gaze and attempted to cover the small insect with his collar. “Pickett,” he chided in a whisper, “get back in the pocket, or so help me.”

She let out an airy laugh, deciding to hand back his fancy piece of wood. “Niffler, Pickett…These are some strange names. For some strange looking animals, I presume.” She paused, thinking it could not have been a coincidence they looked exactly like the markings on her arm. Before she could lose her courage, she blurted, “Have any snake-birds with you?”

He fumbled with the handle of his suitcase, eyes widening in shock. “I’m sorry?”

“An odd-looking rhinoceros, perhaps?” Y/N kept her hand at the edge of her sleeve, pushing it up to reveal the slightest bits of her markings as she watched Niffler point at Newt’s forearm.

This time, the creature’s actions did not go to waste. Newt cocked his head in realization, placing his belongings on the ground before putting two fingers underneath his coat sleeve. She took the opportunity to look at his tattoos.

All of Y/N’s favorite things, from a fuzzy pair of socks--which she had a strange affinity for--to her favorite books, were scattered around Newt’s inner forearm.

As their eyes met, millions of emotions were exchanged. Surprise, disbelief, happiness. She heard stories about what it would be like to meet one’s soulmate, but to experience it for herself was incomparable. This had been one of the few moments in her life where everything made sense.

Unable to stop the joy from overtaking her, Y/N wrapped her arms around Newt’s abdomen, feeling the heat radiate off his body. He tensed in astonishment before taking her into his embrace. As Y/N bit her lip giddily, resting her head on his chest, the tattoo of the curly-haired woman on her arm ran through her mind. Her mood deflated.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted, withdrawing from his touch.

The smile on his face slowly slipped as he looked at her in confusion. “Why?”

Y/N pushed up her sleeve once again, pointing out the outline of the girl. “I was just so caught up in-- I completely forgot you have someone else.” She took in how Newt’s eyebrows furrowed as he ran the pad of his thumb against the sensitive portion of her arm.

“Leta.”

“Right.” Her heart sank. “That’s a lovely name. I’m happy for you.”

His hand dropped to his side as Pickett peaked out from Newt’s pocket, shaking his minuscule head in dismay. “No-- We’re not-- I don’t…” He broke off, gently taking Y/N’s wrist in his arm once again, staring at the markings with guilt. “I’m so sorry you had to live with this for so long.”

Sorry didn’t rid her of the heartbreak, but it was a step toward closure. She bit back an emotionless laugh. “You learn to get used to it over time.”

Newt had no reply. Instead, he continued to examine the tattoos. “Are these permanent?”

“I’m-- I don’t know.”

He gazed into her eyes, his expression speaking the words he couldn’t fathom into a sentence. “The tattoo of Leta seems lighter than the rest.”

Looking at him, she saw hope and repentance. Y/N turned back to her arm and saw that the outline of Leta was ever so slightly duller than the Niffler next to it.

“When I fell in love with Leta, I was nothing more than a young schoolboy,” said Newt. “I thought the world was no bigger than what the walls of Hogwarts contained. But--please, believe me--people change. I swear, they do. And frankly, I think that, maybe, I’ve changed over the years, too.”

Y/N glanced at the fading mark. Maybe the ink wasn’t so permanent and, overtime, it would be gone completely. She wasn’t sure, but she did know it was a risk she was willing to take.

“I think you might be right.”

[njcklenjart]

a moment of apricity, 3/?

Chapter Title: serendipity

Summary: Newt returns to school. Although, he’s a few years too late and in the wrong continent.

A/N: Teacher Newt, for your pleasure.  Also on FF and AO3

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His Niffler getting out, now that, he should have expected.

Ilvermorny isn't like one of Newt’s expeditions, all wild terrain and free of civil society expeditions. Communities have people; where there are people, there are valuables, and where there are valuables, his Niffler will undoubtedly sneak out to snatch them under everyone’s noses. Of all his creatures, it’s the most mischievous; in all regards, it’s a nuisance (lovable in every aspect, but a nuisance nonetheless) that is more often than naught a thorn in his side. With how long he’s had it in his case, he should be more equipped for its untimely escapades.

Disappointing on his part, truly.

He notices the little rascal is missing during his morning class when students begin complaining their pens are vanishing. One gone is an accident, but eleven missing? Now that is a cry of a heist in the works.

“Professor?” someone asks when he's stopped mid-lecture about the reproduction of Grindylows at the hint of a midnight blue pelt he catches slipping through the window pane.

“Hm, yes? I just-” He checks his watch. Ten minutes before the end of class. “How about we continue this discussion next time?”

His students find that agreeable and he dismisses them without fanfare, out the door and racing up the hill before any of them can begin to gather their things. His Niffler turns to spot Newt halfway up the hill, determination in his eyes, and that's when the real chase begins. It leads him into the school and through the labyrinth-like corridors always one step ahead; Newt would've caught the platypus-like creature easily enough if the school wasn't out for his demise, stretching out the chase far longer than necessary.

As expected, the school turns him around and he loses sight of the beast, but all he has to do is follow the trail of students lamenting about their stolen items, even one or two shining coins leading him deeper into the school until he's in front of an unfamiliar door. It’s unlocked and he slips in without thinking, locking the door behind him. One less escape route to worry about.

The quicker he finds his Niffler, the quicker he can return the possessions undoubtedly stolen. It will be quite a hassle, figuring out what belongs to who- maybe he could find a spell to save him the trouble (though the resulting spectacle of flying possessions would, more likely than not, lead to unwanted talk). Still, he must find the small creature before anything else and that must start somewhere. So, he looks up-

-only to face a room filled with students and a bewildered Ms. Goldstein at the other end.

“Oh, hello.”

There is a moment when the woman doesn't have the words to respond, head angled his way even as she faces the blackboard, wand paused in its guidance of the floating piece of chalk scribbling the fundamentals of counter-jinxes. It doesn't last long. Eyebrows furrowing in a question, her mouth speaks, “Are you looking for something, Mr. Scamander?”

He looks at the nearest table’s edge. “No, no, absolutely not.”

“Then is there a reason for you being in my classroom?”

“No- yes, ah, yes, I do believe there is. Me, being here- there is a perfectly acceptable reason.”

There is a raised platform near the back of the room for what he assumes is hands-on practice. Newt hadn't taken much interest in Defense of the Dark Arts (because that’s what class he has undoubtedly interrupted) and had never been particularly adept, preferring to surround himself with the honest intentions of creatures and potted plants, so he's not as familiar with the layout as he'd like to be. Still, there could be holes and crevices that could house a certain Niffler…

“And?"

He snaps his focus back to Ms. Goldstein. “And? Mmh- oh, yes, the reason...”

She sighs. “Mr. Scamander, if you’re just going to waste time-”

“I was wondering if you could answer a question of mine,” he says in a rush, eyes darting around the room. He doesn't see a familiar pelt and long snout. “I've been searching for, er, a birthday present. A creature, of sorts.

“A creature,” she deadpans. “And you couldn't get it in England?”

“No, there's only one breeder of Appaloosa Puffskeins in the world.”

"We don't allow the breeding of magical creatures in America- Mr. Scamander.”

Newt straightens, practically jumping.The student whose desk he was searching peers at him strangely. “Yes?"

“Did you drop something?”

“No, I was just looking.”

Ms. Goldstein crosses her arms. “So you are looking for something.”

A girl squeals and Newt’s on the move, down on his knees and crawling in the spaces between desks, barely catching sight of a tail before it disappears in the shadows of a cluttered bookshelf. He curses under his breath rising from his knees.

Ms. Goldstein stands before him, frown in place and wand pointed at his face. “I'm going to have to ask you to leave.”

Newt gets the feeling he could be part of a class demonstration if this continues. Best not poke an aggravated Manticore- not that Ms. Goldstein could be mistaken for one, what with her lack of scorpion tail.

Then, he spots it: a twinkle of light by the window.

He crosses the room quickly, climbing ontop of the small bookcase that runs along the wall and peers out. His Niffler pauses at the base of a rafter peering up at him silently before scurrying off, tail flicking in a victorious farewell.

Newt hoists himself up and is already halfway out the window when, “Mr. Scamander!”

He stops. “Yes?”

Ms. Goldstein gives him a meaningful look, a stone carving among the sea of surprised faces that of her class. “We’re on the third story.”

He looks to the ground briefly. “Yes. Yes, I suppose we are.” A few students laugh. “It’s- I’ll be careful, so no need to worry. I'll just- don't mind me. I'll be on my way.”

He finds footholds secure enough to hold his weight and inches down, hands leaving the windowsill and grasping at stone to the best of their ability. There is instant chatter from above.

He's beginning the climb down the outer wall when he remembers his manners. He pops back up, startling Ms. Goldstein and the class into silence. “I, ah, apologize for my disruption of your class. I'll try to refrain from- I mean to say- it won't happen again.” He nods at the students behind her, noting a few that are in his afternoon class. “Goodbye.”

Newt doesn't catch his Niffler.

Instead, he slips and falls from the lowest window and has to explain to the groundskeeper why his prize-winning Alihotsy shrubs are misshapen and destroyed.

Third week into the school year and he finally gets to more interesting subjects with his classes. Reading about creatures and their biology was all well and fine, but even Newt is not ignorant enough to mistake what truly draws people to his field of expertise: the creatures, wild and exotic, and, more specifically, the prospect of gaining hands-on experience with them.

A word to Headmistress Peregrine leads him to a scowling Pukwudgie who shows him to the darker parts of the wilderness north of the school. There, he meets a herd of Thestrals, bigger and taller than those in England. They take to him wonderfully.

Naturally, he introduces them to his classes the following week.

“Now,” he starts once they’ve reached the edge of the clearing, “who of you can see them?”

The herd is meandering about on the other side, handling the appearance of newcomers better than most creatures Newt’s dealt with- certainly better than his mother’s Hippogriffs. They creep closer to where he stands ahead of his class, interested in the bucket he’s carrying. Most of them are fully grown, only two or three foals flapping about the overgrown grass, but the promise of possible food can make any creature, young and old, more compliant and charming.

Less than a handful of students raise their hands, sending hesitant looks to their fellow classmates, who, for all purposes, look utterly confused as he strokes the Thestral’s flank. Newt’s lips twist in a semblance of a smile.

“For those of you who, ah, cannot see- what I have here is a Thestral.”

A good majority shuffle uncomfortably, making eye contact with their neighbors in a rather concerned sideways glance.

"I assure you all that there is indeed a creature here."

The Thestral shakes its head, unfurling its wings in a stretch. Leather skin scrapes along itself like sandpaper, producing a sound that has his back muscles tensing involuntarily. His students must hear it, too, because many of them jump.

Newt reaches out and gently strokes the beast’s neck, soothing the creature.

“Uh, Professor…”

“Yes, Miss Stone."

The girl, tall and dark, looks uncomfortable. She fiddles with her pen, twisting it around her fingers in constant, rapid succession. “Why can only some of us see the Threstral.”

“Thestral,” he corrects patiently. He reaches down and shifts the bucket of meat he had prepared earlier closer. “And the reason for that is because they can only be seen by a person who has witnessed death or come to terms with it.” He catches sight of his student, Gilbert, staring at him apprehensively, as if he would dare lie about such a thing. Gilbert, as Newt had begun to observe over the month, read lips better than his hearing students, but was always adamant on understanding each creature that was brought up in class and required more evidence than the rest.

“How can we know what you’re saying is true?”

To convince him and the lot, Newt decided a visual demonstration could speak for itself. Keeping his face neutral, he offers the skeletal creature a chunk of raw meat, pulling his fingers back so as to escape possible laceration; a few students jerk at the food’s disappearance, watching with morbid fascination as drops of blood fall from the Thestral’s hooked mouth and onto his forearm. Gilbert seems satisfied with the evidence.

"A very ghoulish concept, I know- one of the reasons they're seen as, well, bad omens. It is all based on silly superstition, though, for they are quite gentle and sociable when trained. They're not particularly violent, but will attack when threatened- as will most creatures really- whether it be to themselves, the herd, or even their trainers.” He absently wipes his hand on his trousers. “There have been cases of Thestrals adopting humans into their herds and, under acts of severe loyalty, attempting to protect them from these perceived threats.”

“Have you been adopted?” The question comes from a petite blonde who flushes when he looks to her. “By a herd, I mean.”

"Ah, no, I have not. The last herd I was in contact with was many years ago at Hogwarts and they, well, they're bred for a very specific use and the current trainer did not- wasn't, er, welcome to others stepping in… I, hm, yes."

They must sense his discomfort, for the same girl steps forward with another inquiry. “What do you use them for at Hogwarts?”

“Brilliant question! While first-years take boats from the train to Hogwarts, fifth-years take carriages. Most students believe that they pull themselves…” He trails a single finger down the creature’s spine, giving a small smile when he's rewarded by a shrill neigh of appreciation. “It is to be expected, however. Not many have come to terms with death and likely will not until they are older.”

“And what about you, Professor?”

“Sorry?”

"Who'd you see die?” The question is blunt, but he expects nothing less from these Americans.

Nonetheless, he's taken aback, utterly unprepared to even begin thinking about an appropriate answer. His mind snaps back to a moment not so far away, where he kneels in hot, desert sand and the sun beats mercilessly upon his back. He remembers eyes, dark and full of fear, staring back and how dirty fingers reach out to him seconds before the world explodes in a mess of pain and shadows.

"-amander?”

He presses his lips into a thin line, eyes flickering toward the group and back to the opaque eyes of the Thestral. “An eight-year old Sudanese girl who didn't deserve what she was given.”

The Thestral shakes its head, thin mane cutting through the air like the blade of a guillotine. Its sharp shoulder bumps into his and he forces himself to focus on the sinew of muscle and tissue stretched over a protruding bone. The creature is a constant reminder of his failures, just a hair’s breadth away from succumbing to the overwhelming drag, but Newt doesn't have the heart to blame it.

It cannot help its nature- just as Newt cannot help his.

He smiles to cover the painful lurch of his heart, knowing that it is too brittle to be anything close to alright. He claps his hands together, making them all jump, and pushes forward with a singular focus. The dead are gone and the living need his attention.

“Would anyone like a try at feeding?”

Despite his dislike of favoritism, Newt finds he’s unconsciously taken to one of his classes. A mix between Wampus and Thunderbird, they're a rowdy bunch of twenty always having a thought that needs to be said, an opinion that can't go unexpressed and an inquisition that requires constant stimulation.

He studies them like his creatures observing their habits and social standing. Like his mother’s herd, there's a hierarchy similar to most creatures, rules and etiquette he must follow; who decides what can and cannot be said. These are all things he must know to survive and live efficiently and symbiotically beside these Americans.

Hogwarts and Ilvermorny students are regular children and children have their own social circles. They act as rings, Newt believes, with the closest friends in the center, the lesser known acquaintances scattered more and more the further the circle expands. Housemates by definition are in the inner circles, alongside family, distant friends and most adults taking up space in the farther rings.

Newt believes his designated spot is somewhere in the outer rings, not fully residing in the circle, but rather flitting in and out. The children seem to allow this, not fully inviting him, but not pushing him out, and he makes sure not to breach this allowance. They don't trade secrets (gossip and rumors are the only exception), nor do they divulge in personal matters (his suitcase remains only a suitcase), and yet, despite this, Newt finds he knows more about them than he ever did his Hogwarts classmates.

There's Alma, who can't stand the sight of the insides of a Flobberworm. Benjamin and Aubrey are superb writers, but have trouble distinguishing different breeds of Puffskeins. Leonard can make any argument turn into a debate whereas Marjorie tries to make every debate into an argument, so the two clash leading Bernice to play moderator. Mildred is the unofficial leader, Eustace her right-hand man. Walter and Emil are best mates, the former having something of a rivalry with Christopher. Marina and Delilah are twins, giggly and petite, while Thomas has an younger brother in Horned Serpent. Charles is known to be a Beater who plays rough, but surprisingly very protective of Gilbert, who fancies Harriet. Newt thinks Blanche has a bright future in Herbology and Willis in Potions, and Estelle has utterly no interest in his class and anything he has to say.

Every passing day he catalogues new information- social ticks that set these children apart from the rest.

And he's learning as well. Never before had he considered himself professor material and transitioning from self-proclaimed Magizoologist to an instructor is a difficult process, one filled with trial and error. There's homework and reading assignments that he has to make (almost as boring as his paperwork at his desk job at the Ministry), rules he has to inflict on the students and abide by himself, and he has to keep reminding himself not leave his students alone unless he wishes to come back to a ravaged room. He can’t scrounge around his case if he’s missing something or make a quick check-up in the middle of the day, nor can he let his mind wander when teaching.

He'll forget one tiny bit of detail and then the whole class will smell like rotten eggs or someone's desk will be covered in purple goop that won't come off no matter how hard one scrubs. (He got in particular trouble with the poor Pukwudgie that had to scrape it by hand.)

More often than not, most of his exciting or strange experiences happen during that class. Newt battles with a stray Limax during one of his scavenging trips into the forest, brandishing nothing more than a pair of tongs as he calls for his companions to take their wares and run. There's the incident with the Fire-Crabs, multiple students with inflicted with burns, only it pales in comparison to the fiasco with the Gnomes (which they’ve all been sworn into secrecy). So much happens in such little time that Newt begins to look forward to seeing his students, all of his students, putting more and more effort into their lessons.

And so, when they come across the topic of Hippogriffs, he's not surprised at the dejectedness they feel discovering the school stables are currently empty and have been so for years.

Memories of clinging to his mother's skirts while she went through her daily chores in the pastures; the first hatching, nests once so quiet suddenly bursting with noise, and wet, slick hatchlings stumbling out and eating their first rat; his first ride over the dense forest that surrounds their home, with the wind hitting his face and the beat of the wings reverberating in his ears. They're his fondest memories- parts of his life he'd never want to give away for all the gold in the world.

And so he writes a letter to his mother.

[fantasticnewtimagines]

*Something Special* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Hey, I love your stories and you’re a really great writer❤ so may I ask if you could make a story where the reader thinks she’s just a muggle, but newt knows something she doesn’t know about herself. Lots and lost of fluff! Well if you wouldn’t mind that’s it…❤

❋ So for this one, let’s just assume the reader didn’t lose control of her powers or struggle to harness them and doesn’t turn in to an Obscurus. Also, I hope this is’t like super stupid lol

Throughout all your life you never felt special or like you stood out in any way. There were times when things would happen that you couldn’t explain. Like back in your youth, you got mad at your older brother and somehow managed to make his hot cocoa tip over and splash all over his pants causing his friends to tease him relentlessly. You never thought much of it and figured it was just good timing. 

As the years would go by and you’d get older, you began noticing more and more times things like that would happen. It popped in to your mind maybe once or twice that maybe you possessed some type of magical ability, but you’d quickly brush away the idea seeing as magic didn’t exist.

It wasn’t until one day you were enjoying a walk in a park nearby your home in London that you learned something about yourself you never in your wildest dreams could ever imagine.

You had been walking along minding your own business when a gentleman casually strolled by, eyeing you up and down. Feeling uncomfortable you tried to avert your gaze away. The man however, seemed confident and approached you rather quickly.

“Hello there, beautiful…” 

Pushing past him, you picked up your pace quickly only to have him follow you. 

“’Aye!” The man yelled at you as he kept following behind you. “Just trying to be friendly!” Turning away, he mumbled under his breath and you caught the last few words. Spinning around angrily, you marched toward the man and began scolding him. 

“Who do you think you are!?” Pointing an angry finger in his direction, you watched as his face went from angry to quite terrified. He slowly backed away and you glared at him, giving a warning with your eyes. Suddenly, without any idea how it happened, the nearby fountain began to spray a heavy stream of water directly at him. Your eyes widened as you watched the scene unfold. Within seconds the water stopped and went back to it’s normal state. You were about to open your mouth to speak when a tall man with cinnamon colored hair appeared, grabbed you by the arm and whisked you away behind a large tree.

“Are you crazy!?” The man looked at you, turned to see the man soaking wet and looking around in confusion. “You can’t go around doing things like that!”

“What?” 

“You can’t be so reckless…” He reached in to his pocket and turned around, still talking, “Muggles have a tendency to go from zero to one hundred in a mere matter of seconds. You could have caused a real panic and-”

“Muggles?” You stared at the man and noticed he was holding a stick and pointing at the man. 

“Obliviate.” 

You watched as he held the stick, a small glow from the tip appeared and the man who was just seconds ago in panic and anger, became calm and confused. He looked around, scratched his head, and then walked away. 

“There. He won’t go saying anything.” Turning back to face you, he locked his eyes with yours. “Newt Scamander by the way.” Holding his hand out to you, he smiled. You just stared at it, confused and slightly scared. 

“I’m sorry… I don’t understand what’s happening right now….” 

“Sorry?”

“Why on earth are you carrying a stick in your pocket and how did you get it to glow?! Also, what is a muggle?!”

Newt stared at you blankly, blinking a few times before speaking again. “Who are you?”

“Who am I? Who are you?! You’re clearly crazy!” Quickly backing away, you picked up your pace trying to get away from the crazy man as fast as you could.

“Wait!” He ran after you, laying a hand on your shoulder to hold you back. “Wait a minute. Are you telling me that you have no idea how that fountain did that?”

“Of course I have no idea!” Pushing his hand off angrily. Newt looked around quickly, making sure no one was around, before taking a hold of your arm and instantly apparating away. You landed its a thud and you nearly fell over from losing your balance. The world was spinning and you felt as though you had just been pulled like a rubber band and snapped back. 

“Terribly sorry… here we go..” Newt helped you over to a couch and set you down. You tried to make sense of your surroundings but everything was still spinning. “I’m afraid the first time is the worst…. here, water helps.” He couldn’t see him but you clearly heard him say “aquamenti!” and a cup of water was placed in your hand. Finding your lips, you took a gulp and set it down. Opening your eyes you were finally able to make out the room your were in. It was small with a desk, two windows, an arm chair and an old beaten case sitting in the corner. 

“Where…. where am I?” 

“Uh… my home. Don’t worry, it’s not far from where we just were.” Watching him fumble around, he pulled a chair over and sat across from you. Smiling, he waited a moment before asking his long awaited question. “Do you… do you have any idea about witches and wizards?”

Staring up at him, you shrugged. Your eyes felt glazed over as you tried to figure out if you were dreaming or not. 

“So… you’ve never known about your.. your abilities?” 

“Abilities?”

“For instance…. have you ever had something happen that you couldn’t explain? Anything almost… magical?” He waited, looking at you from behind his curly hair. 

“I mean… I’ve had times where things I couldn’t explain happen. So, yeah, I guess?”

Newt didn’t respond right away. He merely looked at you, a lopsided smile on his face as he seem to be thinking. Finally, he asked you to look at the book on his night stand and handed you his wand. “Now point it directly at it and say accio.”

Holding the wand, you looked at him and then the book. “accioh”

“Accio” He correctly you.

“Accio” The book on the night stand flew across the room and Newt caught it before it landed on you. Gasping, you looked at him in complete awe. “I.. I did that?!”

“You did!” Newt smiled and instructed you again. “Now say lumos”

“Lumos!” You jumped as the tip of the wand illuminated. You strangely didn’t feel scared at what was happening, mainly because you were still half believing you were dreaming. “Wait, if I can do all of this, does that mean?….”

Smiling, Newt nodded at you and took his wand back. 

“How is that possible?!” 

“Well, to put it simply, there are people in this world who are born with magic in them and other who aren’t. Those without magic, we call muggles.”

“How can I have magic in me though? Both my parent’s never mentioned it to me. Surely if they knew they’d say something….”

“Either they knew and decided to keep it from you, or they don’t know. Your parent’s may be muggles, but you can still have magic.” 

Trying to soak everything in, you just stared at the wizard, trying to piece together everything that was happening. “My brother…. he doesn’t have magic.”

“Then you are the special one in your family!” Newt smiled at you. “However, it is dangerous for you to not be aware of how to control it. It’s extremely important you are able to. Especially around muggles.”

“Can you…. can you help me?” 

Newt looked down at you, his soft green eyes full of kindness and excitement. “Of course.” Taking your hand in his, he helped up off the couch, “How about we start tomorrow?”

Weeks had gone by now and almost every day you and Newt secretly met up and together he helped you learn about the magical world you never knew you were a part of. You hadn’t told your family yet, afraid of what they’d do and how they’d react. For now, you simply told them you were out running errands, seeing some friend’s, or exploring new places in which to work on your art work. 

“Today I’m going to show you the mending charm.” Picking up a glass, Newt let it slip from his hands and watched it shatter on the ground. Holding his wand, you pointed it at the pile of glass and repeated after him. “Oculus repairo”. The pieces slowly lifted from the ground and gracefully put themselves back together like a puzzle. Smiling, Newt picked it up and held it up for you to see. “Good job, Y/N!”

Jumping excitedly in your spot, you did a little curtsy and giggled. Newt chucked and took a seat on the couch. you followed and took a seat beside him. “Thank yo again, Newt, for all of this.”

“It’s a pleasure, really.” His cheeks went red and he hid behind his hair. You smiled at how shy he could be at times, and you gently placed your hand on his knee. Jumping a bit at the sudden touch, Newt looked over at you and for a few moments you both stared at one another until you both heard a clang. Newt jumped up and darted towards where the noise had come from. You watched as he bent down near his desk and picked up a rather small looking creature. “What did I tell you? Paws off what’s not yours!” You watched as he yanked away your tiny hand purse with a few rhinestones on it and he placed it on his desk. Opening his case, you watched him place the creature inside, shut it snd lock it. You gasped and stood up making your way towards the wizard. 

“What are you doing?! He can’t breathe in there!” Trying to get to his case to open it, Newt gently pushed you away, a tiny smile on his face as he knew if you opened it, something else could come out that may frighten you.

“He’s fine. Trust me.”

“What was it anyway?”

“A-a niffler.” 

“A what?”

“Niffler…” Smiling at the look on your face, he gave you a tiny description of the little creature. “It’s a magical creature…. attracted to anything shiny.”

“Magical creature? There’s magical creatures!?”

“Y-yes. But that’s for another time. I would feel more comfortable showing you them once you know more about your powers and how to control them.” 

You frowned a bit, but read Newt’s expression which you could tell was concern for you and his creatures. You could only imagine what else was in there and you decided he was right; you could wait.

“How about we move on to our next lesson?”

“Splendid!” 

It had now been almost two months and you finally gaining a good sense of control and understanding of your magical ability. You were in your room reading one of the many books Newt had lent you when heard something hit your window. Turning in your chair, you noticed an owl perched on the window will holding a letter. You were still getting used to this new way of sending mail, but gently opened the window to let the little guy in. “Thank you!” Taking the letter, you repaid the owl with a treat and closed the window. Eagerly, you opened the letter and smiled as you read the familiar handwriting. 

Dear Y/N,

I wanted to let you know that tomorrow I will be taking you to Diagon Alley to help you purchase your very own wand. Meet me at our usual spot at ten o’clock in the morning. No need to bring money. I have it all covered.

Newt

Your heart began to race rapidly inside your chest as you held tight to the letter. Your very own wand!? Thinking about Newt’s wand, you wondered if all wands were the same or how you chose one. Setting the note down, you picked up a pen on your desk and playfully pointed it around the room. How would you hold your very own wand? Looking in your mirror, you held your pen at different angles and envisioned yourself with your soon to be wand. 

Flopping on to your bed, you smiled as you looked up at the ceiling. You could hardly wait to finally have a wand of your own. Not to mention go to Diagon Alley! Newt had spoke of it before and when you asked, he explained it to be a place where Witches and Wizard would buy things they needed. Such as books, cauldrons, brooms, robes and their pets. Rolling over on to your side, you started wondering how the other witches and wizards would look. Did they wear peculiar clothing? Pointed hats? Chuckling to yourself, you turned your bedside lamp off and closed your eyes. Tomorrow was going to be an exciting day.

Skipping own the road, you quickly crossed the street to meet Newt in the park by the tree where you first meet. He smiled as he saw you approaching and held out his arm.

“Are you ready?” He asked, smiling at you. Smiling back, trying to contain all your excitement, you linked your arm in his, nodded and replied, “Yes!” Newt led you down the street until you came to a pub named The Leaky Cauldron. Leading you inside, Newt brushed past tables of people enjoying some drinks and looking up at you two with curious eyes. Stopping in front of a brick wall, Newt tapped a brick and stepped back. Your eyes widened in amazement as the bricks began to shift and create an opening to reveal a street buzzing with witches and wizards. Turning back to you, Newt held out his hand, which you took, and began walking out in to the street.

Your senses became overwhelmed as you took in the sights and the smells. To your left, there was a store named Quality Quittich Supplies. Confused to what on earth Quittich could be, you then noticed another building named Flourish and Blotts. This one seemed more obvious to you, seeing the books inside the window. 

“Here we go…” Newt approached the shop with the sign Ollivanders on it. Opening the creaky door, you followed him inside where you entered a room filled from floor to ceiling with long boxes. 

“Whoa…” 

“Hello?” A voice came from the back and a small old man appeared. “What can I do for you?”

“We are here to acquire a wand.” Newt smiled as he looked over to you.

“Ahh!” The man smiled and rushed over to you. “Let’s see….” He began rummaging through the boxes until he finally pulled one out. Opening it, he pulled out a wand and handed it to you. You hesitated at first, but gently took it from his hand. “Give it a try” he encouraged.

Confused as to what to do, Newt motioned for you to gently flick it. Pointing it at the desk, you flicked it and a nearby ink bottle exploded. Jumping back, the man took the wand, placed it in the box and began rummaging for another. “Here. How about this one.” Again, you took the wand, pointed it, flicked it and a pile of parchment flew in to the air, shredding itself and scattering everywhere. 

Your heart began to sink as you began to think maybe something was wrong with you. Why weren’t any of these wands working? 

“This here!” The man, once again, handed you a wand and you took it. Taking a deep breath, you raised your arm, pointed, flicked it and suddenly, it felt as though the wand connected with you. You couldn’t quite explain it, but it was amazing. “Dogwood with a dragon heartstring core!” The man smiled as he led you to the desk. Newt thanked him and he handed over some coins you had never seen before. 

Walking out of the shop, Newt looked at you and watched as you admired your newly acquired wand. The handle of it had a delicate engraving of roses and leaves. “It’s beautiful” you breathed. “Thank you so much, Newt….” Hugging him, you felt him wrap you in his arms and hug you bag tightly. “You’re welcome, Y/N.” Pulling away, his eyes met yours and for a moment, you two lingered there. It wasn’t until a few kids ran by, hitting you and slightly pushing you over, that you broke away from each other’s gaze. 

“You okay!?” Laughing, Newt held you and helped you regain your balance. Laughing, you assured him you were fine and he smiled. “How would you like to explore some more?” 

“I’d love to!” 

Taking your hand again, Newt began leading you through the street, ready to show you the world you belonged to.

♦ I REALLY enjoyed writing this. Let me know if you guys want me to continue! I totally would. This is so much fun!! 

[mosdrabblebabbles]

A Turn in Time Pt. 13

A/n: Sorry this is so late! I’ve been super busy this past week with work and getting this group project done for my Speech Class. Thank God that’s over with now though! So here’s the next part for Valentine’s Day! I love you all so much and I thank you for loving this fic so much. It means the world to me! Enjoy!

-Mo

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Later that night, you and Newt were settling into the hut for the night. You had to all but Full Body Bind Newt to the cot, but he eventually relented. You made up a pallet of blankets for yourself on the floor, with added Cushioning charms, and sighed as you crawled into the comforting blankets. The room was completely quiet, the only sounds you heard were the creatures just beyond the door. And Newt’s breathing.

Merlin’s Beard, Newt had been at the very forefront of your mind since your entered the case. Taking care of him, his creatures, kissing him…. Bloody Hell, kissing him! You kissed Newt Scamander! Newt Scamander kissed you! You swore you could still feel his arms around you, pulling you in closer. Could still taste the Fire Whiskey and the slight hint of mint that had been on his breath. His oh so soft lips…

“Newt?” you whispered into the darkness, needing to talk to him about the kiss. Needing to know what happens next between the two of you. Beside you, Newt makes a soft grunt in response, and you grab your wand and light it. Newt was laying on his back, much to your horror, his arms folded gently on his stomach, his chest rising and falling in deep breaths. You would have thought he was asleep if it wasn’t for his wide eyes staring up at the ceiling. And his lips moving with silent words, the sign that he was in deep thought.

“Newt I need to talk to you about something.” You whisper again, not wanting to break the calmness of the room by raising you voice. Newt slowly sat up and slid onto the blanket pallet, crossing his long legs as he sat in front of you.

“What’s bothering you, love?” he asked, his voice in a whisper also. You fiddled with your wand, the light on its tip dancing in the darkness.

“What’s happens now? Between us, I mean. A… after that kiss?” you questioned, bracing yourself for bad news. Newt took a deep breath, thinking about his answer. His extended silence was starting to worry you, and the shaking in your hands was getting worse. He reached over and took your hands in his, and their warmth was the first thing that you noticed. You looked up into his eyes, the light making it seem as if they were shining like beacons.

“If you think I regret kissing you, you would be mistaking it. The thought of any harm coming to you, of losing you scares me like nothing ever has before. You quite literally fell into my life, and I don’t want you to leave. For the first time in a long time, I feel at home with someone other than my creatures. You understand me, care about me, care about the creatures. I couldn’t ask for anyone better to have as a partner and traveling companion.” His words brought tears to your eyes, your heart melting in your chest. He pulled you closer, his embrace warm. Lifting a hand up, he brushed away the tears, much like he had done earlier. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

He met you halfway, his hand cradling your neck and his fingers gripping the hair at the nape of your neck. Newt pulled you into his lap, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You sat like that for who knows how long, wrapped in each other’s arms. His lips were so soft, and his hands so gentle as they held on you. By the light of your wand, Newt’s skin seemed to glow, scars and all. His eyes seemed to burn into you, and you were oh so warm in his arms.

You eventually fell asleep, laying on Newt’s chest with his arms tightly wrapped around you. You didn’t know exactly what time it was, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You were safe, Newt was safe, the creatures were safe. You snuggled a little closer into Newt’s arms, full prepared to get some more sleep when a crash sounded across the small room. Your eyes flew open and both you and Newt sat bolt upright. You looked wildly around the room, finding the culprit of the crash rolling around the floor in the form of the small cauldron Newt kept on his work desk. You looked up at the desk, and saw the Niffler looking between you, Newt, and the cauldron. Its eyes were wide, nose twitching.

 Newt and the Niffler moved at the same time, the Niffler going for the stairs up to the door. Because of the tight space in the hit, it was rather easy for Newt to catch the sneaky creature. You watched as the Niffler squirmed around in Newt’s arms, letting out little squeaks of annoyance at being caught. Standing up, you walked over to Newt and took hold of the Niffler, cradling him like one would a baby. He looked up at you with what you might call indignation. You just tutted, telling him he knows better than to try and run away.

Newt wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and together you walked through the case till you reached the Niffler’s cave. You set him down gentle, and he scurried into his home without a second glance.

“I don’t know what it is about you that calms him down.” Newt commented on your way back to bed. You shrugged.

“I just seem to that effect.” You grinned, kissing him on the check before you crawled back into the blankets. Newt grinned as well, pulling you in closer.

 ~

You awoke a few hours later (you couldn’t really call it morning, as you didn’t know exactly what time it was), to the smell and sound of breakfast being made. Sitting up, you found Newt scrambling eggs and frying bacon. Smiling to yourself, you stretched before getting up with a groan.

“Good Morning, Love.” Newt says, turning around and handing you a steaming hot mug of tea. You kiss him on the check before taking a sip, a deep content sigh escaping you.

“Good morning.” You go and sit at the table, and a moment later a plate of food is flown over to you. You tuck in as Newt sits, and you eat in silence for a few minutes before you just had to ask.

“So what do we do now?” you take a sip of tea, watching Newt as he wiped his mouth with his handkerchief before answering.

“Well, I was thinking we keep the original route, head for Romania and then Greece. We can see one more dragon before moving on to other creatures. That is, if you still want to see the dragons?” a worried look came over his features and you reached over and grabbed his hand.

“One near death experience isn’t going to stop me from learning everything I can.” You reassured him, and the grin on his face could have lit up the world.

“Excellent! Then why don’t we get started then?” he asks and you grin. The two of you finish eating and clean everything up. You check Newt’s burns, happy to see that they are almost nearly gone. They are still a little pink, but not nearly as big and Newt says that he barely feels the pain any more. You apply another coat of burn cream, just to make sure, and then you and Newt leave the case.

The clearing you had found and secured was untouched, and you took the charms and wards down while Newt secured the case. Looping your arm with his you disparate, and just like that you’re off again.

You land a second later with a ‘pop’, and you stumble before Newt pulls you closer and steadies you. You smile at him before looking at your surroundings. You find yourself in another forest, this one denser, more crowded then the one you just left. Newt leads you through the trees, and you grip onto your wand tightly. You didn’t want any surprises, once was enough for you.

Newt suddenly stops, and you halt beside him. He points to a spot between tries, where you can see signs of a valley just beyond the tree line. The two of you approach with caution, but soon the two of you are standing at the edge of the valley, looking down on a small herd of Romanian Longhorn’s. The mid afternoon sun reflected off of the dragon’s golden horns, making it look like they were molten. You breathed in a deep gasp, the deep green of their hides and the gold of their horns absolutely breathtaking.  

You grabbed Newt by the hand and made your way down the valley, having spotted a place a few feet down that would be a perfect place to observe. Still far enough away to hopefully not be easily noticed, but just close enough to see everything you needed. Newt stuck close by you, his eyes alert and body tense. His wand was out and ready, in case anything happened. His concern made you smile, but your heart still beat in nervousness. You settled down in your place, and Newt sat down right next to you. He started tracing protective charms around the two of you, and he didn’t loosen up till he felt he was satisfied with the protection. In truth, he still didn’t think it was enough, but there wasn’t anything else he could do. Except pay close attention to the dragons instead of watching you work.

You pulled out your notebook and started to draw, the magnificent beasts taking shape on the pages. By the time everything was finished to your liking, the sun was sinking behind the hills and trees. Newt helped you stand, and together you started through the forest again, leaving the Longhorn’s behind. You were a little glad to be on your way, glad you would be moving on to something else now.

Something new.

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[silverynight]

Prompt: Creatures protecting Mummy!Newt. (If there's a ship worked in, gramander pretty please)

It’s not like he’s worried about the magizoologist that he just met a few weeks ago, but Newt normally spends some time with him in his office and he usually babbles adorably about his creatures and…

It’s not like he misses either or that he’s jealous of Goldstein because he spends more time with her. No, Percival Graves is not…

He looks at the door, sighs and leaves the documents he’s reading aside because he’s not paying attention at what is in them.

Okay maybe he misses him and maybe he’s worried because Percival Graves, Director of Magical Security, is an idiot that fell in love with Newt Scamander and doesn’t know how to tell him.

Percival groans and rises from his seat. He apparates outside Goldstein’s office and knocks instead of kicking the door open like he wants to.

The first thing he sees when he walks in is auror Goldstein with a blue potion in her hand and looking at something on her couch with concern. Then, after a few seconds she looks back at him.

“Do you need anything, Sir?” She asks.

Percival considers bringing up an excuse, but reconsiders it.

“Do you have any idea where Newt is?”

Goldstein sighs and points at the case on his couch.

“He wanted to see his creatures,” she explains, her gaze on his. It seems like she’s looking for something in his eyes and it looks like she finds it because then she adds: “Newt’s sick. My sister and I told him to stay at home and rest, even now I offered him the couch, but he’s…”

“Stubborn,” Percival completes for her.

She nods.

“It’s just a cold, but he looks tired… So I went to ask one of our healers and he gave me this, the problem is that Newt doesn’t want it.”

Percival pinches the bridge of his nose. Mercy Lewis that wizard is going to kill him one day.

“And why in hell he doesn’t want it?”

“He says the potion makes him sleepy and he needs to take care of his creatures,” Goldstein says and Percival huffs. “I think he has fever.”

“Of course he has,” he says, irritated. “Give me that, I’m gonna make him drink it.”

Goldstein looks almost relieved and she hands the potion to Percival.

“Thank you, Sir.”

He turns around and opens the infamous case; he’s not unfamiliar with the place, Newt has showed him around before, but he’s alert, the magizoologist has many dangerous (and very illegal) creatures inside and Percival is aware that they don’t trust him… yet.

Yes, he knows he’s probably losing it, but he wants the damned creatures to trust him because he knows is the perfect way to Newt’s heart.

Mercy Lewis save him because he’s so very much gone.

Percival stops when he sees Newt’s bed empty and the sheets on the floor; he knows he doesn’t care about order and that somehow he seems to find everything he's​ looking for in that mess, but after a few minutes of looking around he’s almost sure something’s not quite right. Of course Newt could be in one of the habitats, feeding his creatures and Percival hopes that’s the case.

He keeps moving, looking around, ready to use wandless magic if one of the creatures decides to defend their territory. Then, it’s not just him that stops, his heart does too.

Newt looks awful; his cheeks are two red dots, the hair over his forehead is wet and he’s shivering. He’s curled up in what looks like a nest and Percival realizes is Dougal’s. The problem is that the demiguise is not the only one that’s there; the mooncalves are moving around making distressed sounds, the Niffler is caressing Newt’s curls with one of his paws, Pickett is patting his ear and… minor detail, there’s also a Nundu lumbering in circles around Newt, for a moment Percival thinks the Nundu is going to attack Newt, but the creature lets out a distressed noise and the auror realises the creature is trying to protect him.

They all are.

Douglas appears out of nowhere with a blanket that puts around Newt with so much care that surprises Percival.

Newt trembles again and mumbles something unintelligible. Percival takes a step closer, but suddenly all the wild eyes are on him.

The Nundu stops and bares its teeth at him. A clear warning to stay away.

“Newt?”

Fortunately, the magizoologist is not unconscious and the mention of his name, makes him open his​ eyes. He smiles at him.

“Percival! What are you doing here?”

“I brought you the potion you refused to take,” he frowns and for Lewis’ sake Newt pouts adorably when he stares at the bottle in Percival’s hands.

“I don’t need it, I’m perfectly fi-”

“You have fever,” Percival huffs, without taking his eyes off the Nundu.

“It makes me sleepy.”

“You can barely function like this, if you get worse you won’t be able to take care of them for days, even weeks.”

Newt looks almost alarmed and Percival knows he gave in even before the wizard nodded.

“Fine. I’ll take it,” he says, but when he realizes the situation he’s in he looks back at Percival. “Nancy is worried, she won’t let you near me until I get better. She thinks you’re gonna hurt me.”

It takes a second for Percival to know he’s talking about the Nundu. The auror thinks he can use a spell to give the potion to Newt but he knows the creatures, as tense as they are, won’t react well to magic.

Dougal hugs Newt and the wizard starts to caress his head.

“Mummy’s going to be fine,” Newt​ assures them. Percival looks as they relax a little, but he can tell they're​ still worried.

“How do I make them trust me?” He asks. Newt looks up at him and bites his lip.

“Nancy’s the protector,” he explains. “If she trusts you, they will do it too.”

Of course it has to be the Nundu. Why not the Niffler instead? He can give it his watch and that’ll be it.

Percival glares at the Nundu and takes another step forward; the creature roars and the auror freezes, but he doesn’t take a step back.

Newt gasps, worried.

“You must go, Percival,” he breathes. “She doesn’t let anyone near me when I’m sick or injured. She only allows ‘Seus; she knows we’re family because of his scent.”

If Percival were in a different situation, if Newt didn’t look sick and tired he would smile, he’d laugh, amused. Only Newt would explain with details why his Nundu was acting like that.

But sadly, Percival is too damn concerned to smile.

Actually, he starts to feel a little annoyed with the Nundu because she doesn’t let him reach Newt.

He takes another step and does probably the stupidest thing he has done. He growls at her when she bares her teeth again.

Newt must think that too because he rises in a second and starts to talk with the Nundu.

“Nancy, please…” But the movement must’ve taken a lot of effort because he looks dizzy, he stumbles and falls and Percival wants to run towards him, but he knows it’ll be worse.

“Newt!”

The Nundu whines and looks at Newt and then at Percival. She moves aside.

“She’s giving you her approval,” Newt coughs.

And it’s the only thing Percival needs. He almost runs and kneels beside Newt.

He takes off his coat and wraps it around Newt’s shoulders. The magizoologist chuckles and blushes… or maybe it's​ just the fever.

Percival gives him the potion and Newt accepts it without complaining.

The Nundu gets closer and purrs.

“Does she like me now? Why?”

Newt mumbles something, behind his hands, he’s covering his face with them.

“What was that again?”

“She thinks you’re my mate!”

Percival blushes, although it doesn’t bother him at all.

“Why?”

“You growled at her,” Newt says. “You did it because she wasn't​ letting you near me. Your scent is very different from mine, but your body language says you’re worried and want to protect me, but you’re not my family so in her mind you must be…”

“Your mate,” Percival grins, amused. Newt nods and bites his lip and he looks so adorable the auror can’t help himself and kisses him on the forehead. “Well that’s not a bad thing.”

“Isn’t it?” Newt shivers when Percival takes him in his arms and buries his face in his neck. The magizoologist looks better now and Percival feels his chest warmer.

“They all have to get used to me if I’m going to be your boyfriend.” He blurts out and he’s as shocked as Newt.

Luckily, Newt seems to like the idea. He giggles and leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Pickett climbs up on Percival’s shoulder and sits calmly, close to his ear. Dougal pats his shoe in approval, the Nundu curls up next to them and the Niffler well… The damned creature has stolen his pocket watch again.

But he doesn’t care. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt so happy.