#i made pickett and some occamy eggs

[kierenrose]

I’m so excited to wear this to a con Photos stolen from my instagram

[inkstainedfanfics]

A Case for a Zoologist

Request: Hi! I was just wondering if you could write a Newt Scamander×Reader where the reader is a zoologist and a friend of Jacob. Somehow she meets Newt through Jacob and they bond(him being a magizoologust and she a zoologist) and he shows her the case. Maybe a little confusing. Lots of love💙

Word Count: 1,994

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @polarchestnutthing

Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly--canthrope @whatinbenaddiction @thosefantasticbeast2 @studyforthreehands @benniesgalaxy

WARNING: Very slight Language warning

“I promise I’m not going to bite.”

You huff out a sigh, already annoyed with how your day is going. First, your boss dropped a stack of papers that could potentially be taller than you if someone made a side-by-side comparison, then Jacob had come to drag you away from overtime hours, claiming to have a creature to show you, and now his buddy here is trying to convince you that magic is real and he’s a wizard.

What bullshit.

“I’m not an idiot, you know.” You insist, arms crossed over your chest. Who does this man think he is, trying to convince you to follow him down a suitcase? Sure, you looked and saw a staircase, but it’s most certainly a trick of mirrors and angles and math, not magic.

“I would never have said that. I do hope, though, that it doesn’t seem I’m about to bite. The creatures are more prone to it than I.”

You grit your teeth. Is he honestly going to claim that he’s right, that he’s using magic? “Listen, just admit it’s a prank. If it makes you feel better, you can tell Jacob I fell for it. Is that what you want?”

Newt actually smirks, infuriating you. “I don’t want to tell him anything but that you enjoyed your time. He’s hopeful, you know.”

You sigh. If he’s going to maintain this ruse until you make a fool of yourself, you may as well get it over with. “Fine, I’ll follow you into the suitcase, but you lead the way.” If he wants you to look like a fool, he’s going to first.

He lights up. “Wonderful. Now if you don’t mind, try not to touch anything unless you check with me. Some of the creatures can be a bit skittish around strangers.”

“Whatever.” You grumble, letting him lead you to the suitcase open in the middle of the room. You’d shaken your head and stepped away when he first opened it, certain it was a prank.

Now, though, he puts a foot down and you wait for him to stop, to admit it’s all a joke, but instead he sets his other foot in it and slowly but surely disappears. “It’s quite all right. Nothing will hurt you down here.” Comes a muffled shout.

No. No, this can’t be right. There must be a false bottom, or a trick of mirrors, an illusion. He can’t have disappeared into a suitcase.

You step forward, fear suddenly streaking through the confidence you’d had only a few seconds earlier. Could it be…?

Lifting your foot, you set it down, surprise and more fear coursing through you when your shoe thuds against the wood of a staircase, not the leather bottom of a suitcase. There is no way he’s right.

You take a breath, reminding yourself of the false bottom theory. That’s most likely it, right? Soon enough, you’ll probably reach where the floor actually is, perhaps see a door or something. Still, you doubt yourself as the smell of honeysuckle and dirt floats up the staircase, inviting you in.

A hand appears when you take a fourth step down. Newt.

“Watch your head. I was a tad bit excited when I charmed this all, and I forgot to consider heights.”

You take his hand, ducking as you step onto the landing. A small workspace surrounds you, filled with bubbling liquids and tiny vials of substances you’ve never seen before.

Relief washes over you. “So it is a false floor.”

Newt’s brows furrow at the confidence in your voice. “Sorry?”

“So,” you question, pushing on the walls, scanning the ceiling for the sliding panel that must be there, “how did you make this?”

“Oh, I used a few illusario spells to hide the initial experiment. To create the habitats further out took far more work.”

You glare at him, resisting an eye roll. “I figured it out, Newt. You can stop lying, now.”

He watches you for a moment, silent, before letting out a soft laugh. “You still don’t believe this is real, do you?”

“Sorry I’m not the fool you took me for. Now where’s the panel you move?”

He smiles the slightest to himself. Why is that so infuriating every time? “You haven’t even seen the outside, yet.”

“Newt,” you say, allowing your irritation to creep into your tone, “I’m serious. You can drop the act. I know this isn’t real.”

The words seem to impact him as he grows quieter, drawing in on himself. “Why is that?”

Is he kidding? “Because magic isn’t real.”

A small, mischievous grin creeps onto his face, and you sigh. You’ve known him for half an hour and already you recognize that expression. “How can you be sure?”

“It’s common sense.”

“Of course. Common sense.”

“Listen, this is –“ You lose the end of your sentence when the tube of fluids you’re looking at floats up in front of your face. “What…?”

Newt raises his eyebrows, leaning against a table, hands behind his back. “What?”

“How are you doing this?” You scan above it for string.

“Common sense isn’t helping?”

You feel your cheeks heat up even though his tone isn’t unkind, just amused. Fingers thrumming against the counter, you shake your head, tone sharp. “Just tell me already.”

“I already did. Magic.”

“Honestly.”

“Honestly.” He says, moving his hands from his back, revealing a stick he waves. The vial settles back down into its previous home.

You stare at him, at the stick, at the next three vials that bob up and down with every movement, trying to reconcile what must be happening. You wave your hand over each one, under it, next to the side, but there are no strings, no attachments, nothing moving them other than… magic. “But how.”

He grins, sliding the stick into his pocket and rolling his sleeves up. “The real magic’s behind the door here.” He gestures to a door you had assumed was fake. “Jacob mentioned you like animals?”

“I love them.” You mumble, eyes darting around, trying to figure this out. There’s no chance it’s actually magic, actually nonphysical works moving everything, yet when you step outside, it’s clear something is wrong. Three habitats, all varying in climate, are side by side, inhabited by creatures – things – you’ve never seen before.

He leads you to a grove of trees first, obviously at peace here. His smile’s is huge, shoulders relaxed, and for the first time since you met, he’s not nervously looking around the room, eyes only lingering on you for a few seconds. “The occamy.” He says, reverence clear in his voice. “They hatch from silver eggs, grow or shrink to fit their containers though these,” he pauses to drop some food into their nest, “are babies.” He looks up at you. “They’re nothing to worry about yet.”

“May I?” You question, choosing to focus on the animals in front of you and not on the revelation that is magic. That’s too much too soon. Someday, you’ll try to accept it, but for now, you’ll focus on the beasts, the real reason Jacob sent you here.

“Go ahead. Be careful, though. As I said, some of these buggers are prone to nipping.”

Your eyes drift to the scars on his hand. What kind of beast gave those to him?

The occamy is a beautiful teal with splotches of green. A dulled beak leads to a point, and the tiny thing caws and wraps around your arm when you lift it. You suck in a breath. “He’s beautiful.”

“She, actually.” Newt corrects. “See the marking at the end of the tail? It indicates gender. Males have a green dot while females have a purple one.”

You cock your head, “Is that derived from genetics? Were they crossbred with another creature at some point or is it just natural?”

Newt blinks in surprise but quickly recovers, nodding. “I’m not fully certain yet. I’ve been studying their background, but few people noted much about occamies. They were classified as a pest for quite some time, so their presence only led to extermination, not research.”

“A pest? This girl? Who would consider her a pest?”

Newt rubs the back of his neck. “I suppose if you find a scaled creature filling your whole living room, you may consider them something of a nuisance.”

“Well, I think she’s beautiful.” You murmur, daring a quick kiss against the top of the occamy’s head. It caws in response, seeming happy, if that’s possible.

Newt positively glows. “If you like her, you would probably enjoy the bowtruckle tree.”

“A plant?”

“A home. Bowtruckles live in trees, protect them as best they can. They’re rather adorable. Similar to a muggle’s twig bug, if I recall correctly.”

You snort. “Do you mean a walking stick?”

He waves a hand, treading across the ground to two trees set apart from the rest in the grove. “Such ridiculous terms.”

“Yes, but bowtruckle isn’t ridiculous?”

He shoots you a look, grinning. “Not at all, no.”

“So how large are bowtruckles typically?”

Newt doesn’t even need to consider the answer. “About 15 inches long at full maturity, though Pickett,” he reaches into his pocket, withdrawing another green stick, leaves dangling from its head, “is smaller than that.” The thing squeaks, and Newt somehow seems to understand. “Yes, you are. 18 inches? Rubbish. You’re just being ridiculous, now. You are.”

You peer closer at the tree, eyeing the creatures as they stare right back, completely unafraid. “They aren’t scared of anything?”

“Not these ones, no. They trust they’re safe down here.”

You glance at Newt. “They trust you that much.”

“Yes, well, I am their main caretaker. I rescued them, you know.”

Something inside you stirs, a compassion for this man, for the obvious trouble he’s gone to just to save these creatures. “Are they found in the subtropics? That’s where we usually find walking sticks.”

“No, not primarily.” He continues on, answering every question you have without hesitation, without needing to think. He’s clearly passionate, guiding you from there to a large field, pointing out what seem to be rhinoceroses until you neared them and saw the glowing horns. You adore them, oooing at them until a flock of dodo birds wander past and your zoologist heart kicks into overdrive. You pester Newt for information about them, trying to understand what they are, where they live, where they came from, whether it’s possible that they descended from a muggles species and Newt, bless him, answers you, lighting up, rambling on without pause, and listening to you go off on a tangent about dodo birds and various theories surrounding their extinction.

Disappointment floods you as the artificial sun begins to set, signaling the end of your time with Newt.

He walks you up and out of the case, to the front door.

“Thank you for… everything.” You murmur, suddenly shy.

“Of course.” He hesitates, then drives forward. “If you’d ever like to see any again, I wouldn’t mind giving you another tour. Though I understand if you don’t. They aren’t the most fascinating to some.”

You frown at the flash of pain in his expression. “Maybe tomorrow? I’d love to meet Frank! If you’re not busy, that is.”

Newt’s head jerks up and he smiles, this one different than the rest, not excited or mischievous, but instead calming. “That would be wonderful.”

You nod, crossing your arms over your chest, suddenly self-conscious. “Maybe we could have some tea before. You know, so we have time to discuss the ancestry of thunderbirds before I meet one.”

He watches you, quiet, before nodding, cheeks flushing. “That’d be nice.”

“Well, good.” You start to turn, but pause, looking over your shoulder. “It’s a date, then.”

Newt nods. “A date.”

As you practically float down the steps you trudged up only hours earlier, you realize that Jacob may have introduced you to more than just a case full of new creatures.

[shellelyn2]

Tonight Is For Family (Next Scamander X Reader)

Newt Scamander had one goal… you were going to have a comfortable and stress free final month of pregnancy. He was adamant that he would take care of you no matter what else was going on in his life.

He had even called all of his creatures together one night and spent hours explaining to them why they must be on their best behavior.

Therefore, it was no surprise that afternoon when you told him you were feeling a little sick that he INSISTED you go lie down immediately.

“Now darling, you really should take care of yourself. Our precious child could come at any moment and I want you to have all the comfort you need. Here,” He handed you a fluffy blanket. “Go curl up in bed and I will come cuddle you in a bit.”

You did as you were told, you really didn’t have the energy to say no. It was month eight (and a half) of your pregnancy and you were really feeling it.

You slept heavy and only awoke when a delicious aroma engulfed the room. Bread? Cake? Cookies, maybe?

You inched yourself out of the comfort of the sheets and pulled on your dressing gown. You did not want to get up but your stomach felt hollow - you and the baby were suddenly extremely hungry.

You wandered into the kitchen and discovered the most tumultuous sight. Newt stood at the counter with mixing bowls, spoons, baking sheets, and other cooking utensils scattered in front of him. Pickett was pacing back and forth admiring a perfectly golden crusted pie placed on a cooling rack in the center of the mess.

“Newt? Have you been - baking?” Your lips curled into a smile as you shook your head in disbelief.

Newt looked up as he smiled, “Merlin!” He chuckled, “I did not hear you coming!”

“I’m sorry. I just - I smelt something wonderful.”

“I baked a pie,” He announced, a smug smile forming on his lips.

“I see that.” You leaned over to examine the dessert, “What kind is it?”

“Cinnamon apple.” He shrugged, motioning his head towards his little branchy friend who had crawled into the lapel of his coat, “It was Pickett’s idea.”

"Pickett? Pickett told you to bake a pie?”

Newt closed his eyes and blushed. “I thought we might have it after dinner tomorrow night.”

“You mean I have to wait until TOMORROW?!”

Newt looked worried, “Oh - erm, no, that is - we can have it now- I just–"

You put a finger against his lips to shush him, "It’s fine, Newt. I’m only teasing. For dinner with Jacob and Queenie, right? That will be so wonderful.”

Newt kissed your finger and grinned, “Yes. I figured it would be nice to have something to offer.”

“Absolutely.” You walked around the counter and kissed his scruffy jaw, “Thank you for being so thoughtful, darling.”

Newt shook his head, “Not at all, my love. It was entertaining, right Pickett?”

Pickett chirped in response.

Newt began to take dishes to the sink while you pulled yourself up to sit on the counter, “I could clean up.”

Newt shook his head in protest, “Never! I made this disaster, I will gladly clean it up."

You sat in silence for a moment and observed him filling the sink with soapy water to soak the dishes, "How are the creatures?"

You had not spent much time in the case recently. You couldn’t really FIT anymore and Newt was constantly worried you would stumble down the steps into the shed and get hurt. Additionally, he had a lot of experiments in the works and he did not want to risk any unnecessary harm to you or the baby.

"They are all wonderful, love. They really miss you. Dougal, especially, and the Niffler I suppose. The little bugger.”

“I miss them too.” You rubbed your stomach gently, “It won’t be much longer now, Newt. I suspect we might even have our baby before Christmas.”

Newt sucked in his bottom lip, thoughtful, “You may be right. Wouldn’t that be wonderful, darling? A baby for Christmas?”

You nervously shrugged your shoulders,  "Yeah. I guess we will have to wait and see.“

Newt finished piling the dishes in the sink and wiped the counter clean. "I was thinking of making a sandwich for dinner. How are you feeling, precious? Do you need anything?”

The hunger you felt earlier had turned to slight nausea and you shook your head, “No, I think I’m fine.”

Newt stood between your legs where you sat, “Mmm…” He hummed and enveloped you in his arms, placing a kiss on the center of your stomach, “I’ve been waiting to hold you for hours.”

You kissed the top of his head and giggled, “You have flour in your hair.”

Newt licked his lips and glanced up at you through his curls, “Do I?”

“Newt?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Have you already bathed?”

“Mmmhmm…”

“And you’re already this messy?”

“Mmmhmm…”

You stroked the top of his head, brushing the flour away. He inhaled deeply as your eyes met his. The next thing you felt were his lips against yours. He ran his hands up and down your sides as you tangled your fingers in the back of his hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

“Mmm….Merlin…” He kissed your nose, “Darling, I…” He found your lips with his once more and moaned against them. The feeling of your hands running through his hair made his heart race and for a moment he could barely breathe.

The two of you rested your foreheads together, breathing heavily. He placed small kisses along your jaw and then squeezed each of your hands in his, waiting for his heart rate to slow down. “Sorry, my love, I just…”

“I know.” You smiled, running your palm down his cheek.  

He peered up at you, still breathless.

You cupped each side of his neck with your hands, “Have I ever told you… how absolutely perfect you are?”

Newt pondered for a moment, a slight blush forming on his cheeks, “Erm, no?”

You felt so ridiculous. Who says things like that?

Newt was memorizing your eyes with anticipation.

The emotion in your chest was heavy. You held so many thoughts inside that you wished you could explain to him but no proper words seemed to do them justice. Thus, you decided to relate it to something he cared for more than life itself.

“It is sort of like… you are this beautiful Occamy egg,” You began.

Newt said nothing, he blinked several times, and listened intently.

“You… see, you have this shell…” You took a breath, “This sounds so silly.“

Newt rubbed his fingers up and down your thigh, "No, this is darling. Go on…”

“You have this shell around you. It’s radiant. It’s beautiful. It’s very strong. You protect this shell, more than your own life at times, because within it are all of the things you care for most in this world. Your creatures, your friends, this home, our baby…”

“And you.” He added, kissing your knuckles.

Your heart melted at his sweet comment, “This is what makes you so perfect in my eyes… how you shelter us. Some people might not understand. They see this man who goes through the world at his own bidding, with a case in his hand, and a reckless personality. But, I see…” You moved a strand of hair from his eyes, “I see a compassionate man with a warm heart. I see a nurturer and a protector. I see…” You gulped, were you really going to say these next words aloud?

“I see my everything.”

Newt’s eyes brimmed with tears, “That is because… You are my everything."

His hand cupped your neck and he kissed your lips hungrily as his tears spilled onto your cheeks. When you finally parted he whispered, "I love you.”

“I love YOU, Newt.”

After a few more moments of embrace he released you from his arms and wandered over to the refrigerator. You sat in silence as he built his sandwich. When it was finished, he set it on the counter and cocooned you in his arms once again.

“Do you even realize that you are just as perfect in my eyes?”

You glanced down and blushed.

Newt cupped your cheek in his hand, “I may be the Occamy egg but you… you are my Occamy.”

You shot him a confused glace. Occamies were not exactly the friendliest creatures and they had a four-x magical classification making them quite dangerous.

“No, listen,” He smiled, bopping your nose with his finger, “An Occamy is veryprotective of its egg. It would do anything to keep it safe… even grow to fill a whole room so as to make it more difficult for an intruder to discover it,” He made a small circle with his hands, “Or it may shrink… coiling itself carefully around said egg so that it will not be harmed. My darling,” He placed his hand on your chest, feeling for your heart, “Can you not see the wonderful ways in which you shelter me?”

Now it was your turn to feel tears burn your eyelids.

“You are everything I need you to be… my best friend, my protector, my giver, my understanding companion, my gorgeous wife, and the mother of my creatures - ours included,” He added, with a wink. “The Occamy egg needs the Occamy itselfto be protected. They are both essential. We are a whole together, my love. Bothequally needed and necessary to survive.”

He tiptoed slightly to kiss your nose, “But, please promise me you will not start eating the Occamy diet… particularly beetles or rats. I have a terrible shortage of them right now.”

You both burst out laughing.

Your husband was nonsensical. You two were probably the only ones in the world who compared your love to ravenous beasts from the Far East.

Newt continued to laugh as his hands rubbed your lower back, “Oh, my precious darling."

You grinned, but then winced slightly at his touch.

"Is your back hurting, my love?”

You shook your head yes.

“I want to help with that. I think we should turn in early, and I can give you a proper examination–” He shook his head, creature talk again, “That is, I can give you a proper massage and help you feel better.”

You giggled, “You always do, Newt.”

Newt freed you from his arms and started putting the food away. The nausea you had felt was now full blown hunger. His sandwich looked delicious! Newt caught you eyeing it and lifted it to your mouth so you could take a bite.

You let out a contented sigh as you mumbled, “Ish ishz sho good."

Newt laughed, turning back to the refrigerator. While he was facing away, you snatched the sandwich up again and took a massive bite.

Newt spun around quickly, "Right. NOW you’re hungry?”

You took another bite in response. Newt chuckled as he gathered the sandwich makings from the refrigerator once again.

Your apartment was filled with the sounds of music and laughter when Queenie and Jacob appeared the following evening. It had become somewhat of a ritual to spend one night a week together with good food, card games, and general chatting around the fire. Queenie insisted on cooking while everyone else relaxed in the sitting room. She would constantly laugh at Jacob whom, after all this time, was still not used to food flying through the air as it was prepared.

“Newt, this pie looks divine!” Queenie exclaimed, stirring a pot on the stove.

Newt smirked, a bit of pink on his freckled cheeks as he glanced over at her, “I just hope it tastes as good as it looks.”

You were sitting sideways, propped up against the arm of the sofa with your legs stretched over Newt’s lap. He sat straight forward conversing with Jacob across the coffee table. They were talking of business and automobiles and you were soaking up every response Newt made as he chattered on.

His cinnamon curls were nice and tidy this evening, yet every once in awhile he still lifted his slender fingers to brush them out of his eyes. It was almost a habit, but you didn’t mind. Your fingers yearned to stroke it as well.

You studied the way his muscles moved in his jaw as he spoke. His lips looked chapped and a little pale meaning he had not been drinking enough water. You were always encouraging him to drink more. He was just so busy all the time that he would simply forget.

You smiled when he laughed at Jacob. As the skin by his eyes creased, his cheek bones became a bit more pronounced, and the dimples on either side of his face peeked through.

You really wanted to kiss him.

Newt was lazily running his fingers across your bare legs. Earlier that morning, in the bath, he had compassionately shaved them for you. He knew you couldn’t reach past your stomach very well and he insisted on taking care of the little things. He had been a bit nervous as he held your legs, running the razor delicately across them but you weren’t the least bit worried. You were just so thankful to have his help.

His long, slender fingers drew small patterns across the top of your legs for a bit. Then, he gripped your calves, massaging his fingers deep into your muscles. He repeated this process several times. Did he even know he was doing it? He showed no sign of being aware of his wandering hands… and you loved it.  

As shivers ran up your spine, you sat a little taller, pulling your legs toward you so that just your feet relaxed in his lap. Without seeming to notice he began to rub your heels, firmly pressing in with his thumbs. Your heart fluttered. It felt so good. The extra baby weight you carried really did put a lot of strain on your feet.

Newt’s white sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his forearms flexed as he squeezed your arches. You tilted your head towards the ceiling and swallowed back the pleasure you were feeling. You did not want to draw attention to the fact you were basically in heaven.

He glanced over and winked at you, then immediately focused his attention on Jacob while taking a sip of his drink.

So, he DID know! He was totally doing this on purpose. Cheeky Newt. You winked back at him, with adoration in your eyes.

“Time to wash up, boys. Dinner is just about served.” Queenie announced, standing with her hands on her hips in the doorway. You grinned. She looked from your face to Newt’s hands resting on your legs and smiled, knowing full well the thoughts you were having.

She leaned down to your ear and teased, “Unless you two need some alone time, honey.”

“Queenie!” You exclaimed, “Get out of my head!”

The evening with Jacob and Queenie had been wonderful. Dinner was delicious and you had eaten to your hearts content. Newt’s pie had been extremely flavorful and Jacob begged him for the recipe so he could bake it in his shop.

After a few rounds of cards, Newt announced it was time to check on the creatures.

“Jacob, would you like to come with me?”

Jacob grinned, “Sure. I’ve missed those little beasts.”

Newt patted your hand, “Will you and Queenie be alright?”

“Of course,” You smiled, giving him a quick peck on his cheek.

The two of you watched as Newt and Jacob disappear into the case.

“I love when they spend time together, Queenie. Newt really enjoys Jacob’s company."

Queenie sighed, "They’re like two peas in a pod, aren’t they?”

“Yes, and it’s nice for Newt to have some gentlemen time once in awhile.” You laughed.

You and Queenie sat on the sofa facing each other, sipping tea. It was such a relaxing way to end the evening.

Queenie began to giggle, “Really? Would you like me to help you?”

Your eyes contemplated her meaning, “What? Are you in my mind again?”

“You want your toenails painted, honey. But you can’t reach them. That’s so cute!” Queenie giggled.

“Oh, Queenie, you’re impossible. I told you to get out of my head!” You smiled despite her constant prying. “But, I was just thinking about how plain they look.”

Queenie reached for her purse and with an “Accio” pulled out a bottle of red nail polish, “Hmm, where do you suppose this came from?”

She reached over and lifted your feet into her lap, “Girl time!”

“Girl time.” You agreed, shaking your head while laughing at her excitement.

Jacob was having a little chat with Dougal while Newt bottle fed the luminescent Marmite.

“Thank you for your help, Jacob. It certainly runs a lot smoother when there are two Mummy’s.”

Jacob laughed joyfully as he turned around to face Newt, “I love these little guys. Wow! Look at you! Father practice?”

Newt glanced down at the feeding baby in his arms.

“Suppose so. I have quite a lot of practice in this area, however, caring for my own child… that will be much different than a creature.”

“I’m sure you’ll be great at it.” Jacob sat down on an overturned bucket.

“Do you want children, Jacob?”

“Oh wow. I mean, someday, I think that would be wonderful.”

“With Queenie?”

Jacob inhaled, “Of course. But… she wants to be married first and I don’t know, Newt, the laws aren’t changing any time soon, I’m afraid.”

“Yeah.” Newt looked down, “Ridiculous law. Suppose you went to London?”

“London?! I mean, I had thought about it. Even Queenie has suggested it on many occasions but I don’t know. This is our home, Newt. I’ve got the bakery. Our lives are here.” Jacob brushed dirt from his hands.

“Right. Well, [your name] and I have discussed moving to London, when our child is a little older.”

“Seriously?”

Newt hummed, “Mm, yes. We thought it would be nice to raise our child in England, perhaps in the country side. This city is wonderful, but we love the idea of a simple life where our child can run free, play in the woods, and go to Hogwarts rather than Ilvermorny.” Newt chuckled, “We have not decided yet.”

“Wow, Newt. That sounds wonderful…” Jacob pondered these thoughts as Newt finished feeding the Marmite and put it to bed.

“You and Queenie will always be welcome, wherever we go. Tina also, though I suppose she will find her own way in the world.” Newt smiled, “I owe all of you so much. I appreciate everything you have done for me.”

Jacob shook his head, “Aw, Newt. You don’t owe me. You’re my best friend.”

Newt felt his eyes water, and swallowed the lump now forming in his throat.

“Thank you Jacob. You’re my best friend too.” He inhaled sharply, “Shall we join the ladies?”

Newt and Jacob exited the case and found you and Queenie giggling like teenagers on the sofa. Queenie was putting a final coat of polish on your nails. She grinned and bit her lip as Jacob approached.

Jacob smirked and pecked her on the lips, “Girl stuff, I take it?”

She giggled against him, “Of course!”

Newt walked over and kissed the top of your head, “You two been having a nice time?”

“Oh! Yes, we have!” Queenie chimed in while holding up your foot, “Look at her nails! Aren’t they gorgeous?”

Newt laughed, he had never really been one to notice if your nails were painted or not, but he appreciated the kindness Queenie had bestowed upon you, “They are lovely, darling.”

Later That Night

You walked in from the kitchen and observed Newt sitting at his desk, reading glasses perched on his head, surrounded by sheets of manuscript and books.

“I’m just going to get ready for bed, sweetheart.” You bent down and kissed his cheek.

He didn’t take his eyes from his manuscript but grabbed your wrist and squeezed it, “Right, love.”

You brushed your teeth, used the bathroom, changed into a silky mint green slip, and then it occurred to you.

You had an overwhelming desire to be held. It was almost painful. You looked at Newt scribbling away at his desk and bit down on your bottom lip. How could you bother him? He was so busy and he had already spent so much of the day taking care of you.

He leaned back in his chair, deep in thought, rubbing his palms together. His fingers were against his lips, as if in prayer. He mumbled to himself and try as you might there was no deciphering it.

You stood behind him and rested a hand on each of his shoulders, “How are you doing, sweetheart?”

He didn’t answer, just continued to write. You bent down, kissed the top of his head, and then snuggled into the sofa. You wondered if Dougal would like to come cuddle but of course, it wouldn’t be the same.

For several moments you observed your husband working. He would be so upset if he knew you wanted him and didn’t say anything. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt. Eventually, you laid down against the cushion, pulled the blanket tighter around your body, and fell into a restless sleep.

Newt stretched his arms above his head realizing how quiet the room had become. His eyes darted towards you on the sofa, curled up under a blanket, and his heart broke a little. He felt so bad for ignoring you for the last two hours.

“Merlin…” He huffed, rubbing his tired eyes.

He got up and went to the bathroom before returning to sit on the floor next to the sofa where he could watch you sleep. You were beautiful. Your skin had a warm glow from the fire and your face seemed so peaceful. “Darling,” he whispered as he ran his thumb down your cheek. You quivered at his touch. He cupped your face in his palm and leaned in, placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You felt him and your eyelids fluttered open. “Finally…” You sighed, pecking his lips, “I missed you.”

“I am so sorry.” He cooed, reaching his hand under the blanket to rub your side, “I was so focused on my work, I thought you went to bed.”

You tangled your fingers through his hair. He grabbed your other hand, bringing it to his lips, and kissed your wrist.

“I really - need you to - hold me.” Your voice broke a little, you felt absurd, but you were aching for his touch.

“I’m here.” He whispered, “Shall we go to our bed - or?” He smoothed your hair back so he could study your eyes.

“I really love the fire tonight.” You replied, your hand cupping his cheek.

Newt hummed in agreement, “I have an idea.  Just… wait here.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Newt.” You promised as he ran off to your room.

You heard a lot of grunting and heaving as Newt reappeared dragging your mattress behind him. You sat up slowly, “What are you doing, you silly man?”

Newt moved the coffee table and then dropped your mattress on the carpet in front of the fire. He built a nest-like layer of blankets and pillows on top and then grabbed both of your hands, lowering you down onto the bed.

“Comfy?” He grinned, inhaling deeply as he stared down at you. You were so breathtaking. He was still amazed, after all this time, that you were his.

You tucked into the blankets and sighed. Warmth from the fire shrouded your cold body and it felt so comforting.

“Yes, darling, thank you.”

Newt smiled and began to undress. You watched him with longing. You could not wait to feel his body against yours. He pulled his shirt off and threw it playfully on your face. You moaned as his scent blanketed you. Not expecting THAT reaction Newt gasped, “Well, suppose I should take my shirt off for you more often.”

You laughed heartily, your eyes looking up to his as you grasped his shirt in your hands and took a deep breath, “Mmmm sorry love, I really can’t help it right now.”

Newt unbuckled his belt and you felt your heart begin to pound in your chest. What was wrong with you? This was nothing new.

He could read your emotions and for the sake of your heart he quickly pulled off his trousers and climbed into the sheets against you. You whimpered as his chest warmed your back and his legs wrapped around yours. His arm slithered around your waist and he grasped your hand tightly, lacing your fingers together.

“How’s that, love?” His voice was deep and husky, his accent more pronounced, as he whispered in your ear. He kissed your neck and rested his chin on your shoulder.

There was nothing in the world that would have felt better at that moment. You had been aching for him. You responded with a small whimper and Newt hummed, “I wish I had known you needed me this desperately.”

Your thumb rubbed against his palm as you focused on the beating of his heart. “Shhh, it’s alright, love.”

Newt’s breath danced upon your skin as he trailed kisses from your neck to your jaw. "You needed me and I was not there for you. I am so sorry.”

“Newt,” You shook your head, “You always take such good care of me. You have no reason to be sorry.”

“Taking care of you is my pleasure. You and my creatures. You are what matters most in my life. Occamies, remember?” He nuzzled in between your shoulder blades and kissed where his lips rested on your back.

“I …love you…” Your voice trailed off as your eyes were getting heavy. Newt let go of your hand and rubbed your stomach softly with his fingertips. His other hand tickled your back.

“I love you too, my beautiful darling."

Newt awoke with a jolt. Something was wrong. He could feel your back trembling against his chest. Soft whimpers escaped your lips. "No…No…” you groaned as your shoulders tensed.

Newt pulled you closer and began to whisper into your ear, “Darling? What’s wrong? Wake up!”

You awoke, gasping for air, confused, and grasped for him in the darkness.

Newt pulled you in closer, “I’m here. I’m here.” Tortured sobs escaped your lips as Newt smoothed your sweaty hair from the side of your face, “Shh..Shh..”

You managed to roll over so you were facing him, your stomach took up most of the space between you but Newt angled so he could hold you close. You nuzzled into his neck and he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“The…the… the baby.” Your hand clutched your stomach.

Newt’s eyelids brimmed with tears, observing you in this fragile state, “Darling. Shhh. I’m here. Everything is going to be fine.” He tilted his lips to your head and kissed it. He persistently rubbed your back with one hand while the other brushed the tears from your eyes. “Do you feel something? Do I need to call the Doctor?”

“No. No. The dream - I was so scared. She didn’t… She looked so pale… I…” You couldn’t speak through your trembling.

“Love, I am right here, do you feel me? You are safe. The baby is safe.” Newt reached for your hand and brought it to his lips, gently placing a kiss against your palm.

Your body continued to quiver with sobs. You didn’t have the energy to say more so you focused on the sound of Newt’s voice. He whispered loving words into your hair while kissing away your tears. Eventually, you fell into an exhausted sleep.

Newt stayed wide awake for the next hour observing you. He would not allow himself to rest until he knew you were going to be fine. He placed a gentle kiss to your lips then traced your features with his fingers.

He was admittedly very worried about the dream you had, about your… daughter? You had never taken a guess at the gender before but when you had been describing your nightmare and the word ‘she’ came out, his heart had filled with pride. He would be so happy no matter the sex… but a girl. He was in trouble. He wouldn’t be able to resist her. She would be wrapped around his heart and be the most precious little girl in the world.

It was two weeks before Christmas when you were standing in the kitchen and your water broke. A sharp contraction seared through your abdomen and you doubled over in pain. “NEWT! NEWT!”

Never far from you, especially at this critical time, he was by your side within seconds helping you to stand. “Can you walk darling? I’ll get the car!”

You were so thankful that he was calm and supportive while you were shaking in pain and nervous on the way to the hospital. You really wished you could have apparated there but there was no telling how that would affect your body, and Newt wouldn’t dare let you risk it. He spoke encouraging words and helped you breathe while the car sped along the busy roads.

Not long after you arrived, you were pushing. Newt was right there the whole time, caressing your hair and whispering words of love until you told him to stop. It wasn’t really helping. All you could focus on was the pain and Newt backed away slowly, not wanting to mess with Mummy while giving birth.

He stood nearby full of concern, his eyes darting from you to the mid-wife, whispering silent pleas for you to be strong.

Everything was a blur until he heard the scrumptious sound of a baby crying. His heart pounded in his chest as he peered over the shoulder of the mid-wife, catching just a small glimpse of the child in her arms.

“Congratulations, you have a beautiful baby daughter."

The words went straight to his heart. The rush of a thousand emotions flowed through his veins. "A daughter? A little girl?”

Suddenly, something went terribly wrong. Newt watched the Doctor rush over to you. Red. All he could see was the color red. “What’s wrong?” He demanded as he was pushed out of the room by the mid-wife.

He was standing alone against the closed door, shock and confusion on his face.

He reached up and placed his hand on the door. “Please, no…” He whispered. It was several moments before the door opened and Lilly, the mid-wife, came through.

“Newt,” Lilly took a deep breath, “Your wife… she has lost a lot of blood. She is sleeping. We haven’t been able to wake her up yet.  There’s a chance she might…”

His face went from pure joy thinking of his daughter to inexplicable heartbreak thinking of you.

Through his tears he finally managed to speak, “What? What - are you saying? Why are you telling me this?” He covered his mouth, tears spilling down his cheeks, “Don’t - don’t say this. She is going to be fine, right? She’s….”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Scamander.” Lilly put her hand on his arm to console him, “We are doing all that we can. Her heart beat is strong. She has a good color. She is just very weak. You should be able to see her soon.”

Newt was desperate to get in there and hold you in his arms. “Please just tell her I love her. She is - She is everything to me. I can’t-” He choked out, “I will not lose her.”

Eventually, Newt was allowed back in the room. He peered in cautiously, afraid of what he would find. Queenie had arrived and entered behind him, quietly listening to his thoughts.  

His fears were so intense that she had to sit on a nearby stool to steady herself.

Newt sat next to you on the bed and brushed the hair from your forehead, "Darling? Can you hear me? I’m here.“

Nothing.

He shut his eyes tightly and when he opened them his hot tears fell onto your face. "Queen - Queenie. She is going to be fine, right? Can you hear her?”

Queenie’s eyes were full of concern and she bit her bottom lip, “I can’t, honey.”

Newt’s body quivered as a sob escaped his lips. Queenie instantly rushed to his side, pulling him into her arms. “Newt, it’s okay sweetie, shhh..” Her hand wandered to the back of his neck and she rubbed it as he buried his face in her shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay, honey.”

Newt and Queenie embraced for several moments until his sobs subsided. He let go and shifted his focus, covering your hand with his. “Thank you, Queenie.”

“Not at all.” She whispered, taking her place on the stool.

Some hours passed. Jacob had come as soon as he could to offer his support. They all sat with you. Newt was lying next to you on the bed, his hands tightly gripping yours. He kept whispering in your ear - telling you to wake up, your daughter was waiting, that you were strong and beautiful.

Eventually, Queenie rubbed Newt’s shoulder, “Honey, we have to leave. But, I need to know you are going to be okay.”

Newt’s swollen eyes looked into hers, “Yes. Thank you Queenie… and you, Jacob. Thanks for being here with me.”

“We will come by tomorrow and see how she’s doing.” Jacob offered.

Queenie pulled out her wand, “Orchideous!” A wreath of pink and white roses appeared next to you on the table.

“Thank you.” Newt whispered as she tucked a blanket around the pair of you.

Newt thought he heard you moan. He lifted his head and studied you for any sign of movement. Nothing. He tucked his chin against your shoulder and tried to rest. He was just drifting off when he felt the soft brush of fingers on his arm. His head glanced quickly to the source of the movement. Your fingers were trailing against his skin.

“Darling?” He looked at you, breathless, “Oh, my love.” His eyes filled with giant tears and he cried as you ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t stop kissing you - every inch of your face was tasted by his lips.

“Wa-wa-water."

"Oh yes. Water! Nurse! Of course, darling!” Newt jumped from the bed and ran to find help.

The Doctor and the mid-wife both examined you, making sure you were alright. Despite everything you had been through, you felt so embarrassed that you had caused such a fuss.

“I’m sorry.” You kept apologizing as Newt sat next to you, grasping your hand for dear life.

“You have nothing to apologize for. Oh darling, I was so scared. I am never leaving your side again.”

You attempted a laugh but it came out as a cough, “Oh please. Don’t be ridiculous, love.”

Newt bit his bottom lip and inhaled deeply, “I am so thankful you woke up. I don’t know what I would have done if-”

He leaned down and hovered above your face before placing his lips on yours. He kissed you gently, afraid that the smallest touch would harm you. You felt well enough and grabbed the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. He tasted of salty tears.

“Look who’s awake.” Lilly entered the room, holding a swaddled baby in her arms.

“Katherine…” You let out a content sigh as Lilly placed the little girl in your arms, “Oh Newt, she’s beautiful.”

Newt felt his heart melt. How was it possible to contain so much love?

You stared at your precious daughter. She was gawking up at the two of you with curiosity in her eyes. You couldn’t wait to see the color of them develop over the next few weeks. You secretly hoped she would have Newt’s sea green eyes.

Her hair, however, was entirely his. She was born with a full head of cinnamon colored curls. She would no doubt inherit his freckles as well.

“Well, she is a ginger, like her old man.” Newt laughed, caressing his thumb against her forehead.

You looked into his eyes, “I love you, darling, so much.”

Newt’s eyes filled with affection, “I love you too, my precious love.” He leaned down and kissed Katherine’s forehead, “You too, my little darling.”

“Would you like to hold her?"

Newt looked a little nervous, but he figured it was just like holding one of his baby creatures - the difference was that he had MADE this perfect baby girl and he was terrified of causing her any harm or distress.

Katherine cooed as she transferred from your arms to his. Newt looked down at her lovingly and then back at you, wonder and fulfillment in his eyes.

"WE made this?"

You laughed cheerfully, "Yes, honey, we did.”

“Hello my little darling, I’m your Mum–erm, I’m your - Dad.” It didn’t matter what he called himself, you just cherished the sight of him holding the life you had created together. Of all the times seeing him react to babies being born in the case, nothing had compared to this moment. This was perfect happiness. The three of you were one, the three of you were whole.

Adjusting to home life was a lot easier than you ever thought it would be. Newt would take care of his creatures and then come to your bed where you spent most of your time. Your body was still healing and you had been prescribed a two week bed rest. Newt, being the attentive man he was, never left you wanting for anything. He was always there to take care of any request, no matter how big or small.

Queenie and Jacob brought over meals. Tina sent a sweet letter of congratulations. The MACUSA gave Newt a few weeks of leave. Life was beginning to normalize and you felt anxious to get up and moving again.

You were sitting in bed, propped up against several pillows while breast feeding Katherine. Newt stood against the door frame. He was in constant amazement of this special nurturing time you shared with your daughter. He had seen many creatures feeding their babies so it was not foreign to him but seeing you do it, his beautiful wife, it melted him to the very center.

He walked closer and stopped at the edge of the bed, his eyes full of love, as he observed your hand caress her little cheek.

He then sat next to you, gifting your lips with a tender kiss.

“How are you feeling?” He whispered, bending down to affectionately kiss Katherine’s forehead.

“Mmm. So good, thank you.”

Newt peered up at you through his curls and reading glasses, “She’s eating fine?”

You smiled and ran your fingers through his hair, “Yes. She’s latching on with no problem. She’s very smart. A lot like her Daddy, I think.”

Newt swallowed back his emotion and gazed down at her, “No… she’s like you."

When Katherine was finished nursing Newt took her in his arms. He sat in his favorite chair by the window holding her so you could go shower. As you gathered your things you glanced at Newt and your heart melted. He was whispering sweet words of love to her, "Hello, my little darling, have I told you about the Niffler yet? Oh, he is such a bugger but I love him so. I certainly do.”

The love radiating from Newt was almost too much for your heart to handle. He patted Katherine’s back and held her up to his shoulder for a hug.

You knew, in those precious few moments, that this was only the beginning of a lifetime of joy with your darling little family.

“I have a surprise for you!” Newt bounded into your bedroom, “But - you have to close your eyes.”

It was Christmas Eve and you were still in bed. It was horrible to be so confined when all you wanted to do was be up baking, decorating the apartment, and wrapping presents. Instead, you were still resting, trying with great difficulty to be patient.

Katherine was sleeping next to you in her cradle and you patted her back before closing your eyes, “What is it?”

There was bumping, heaving, and grunting before Newt excitedly announced, “Open them!”

In front of you stood a giant pine tree, fully decorated, with a glistening star on the top. It was wrapped with rope and you wondered how on earth he had brought it up the stairs. Magic, probably. “Oh, Newt. You brought us a Christmas tree?” Your eyes filled with tears. You had pretty much given up on the holiday this year. Katherine was the best gift either of you could have ever dreamed of… but this was truly magical.

“I just have to…” Newt cut the rope from the tree and it sprawled out in every direction, knocking him over in the process.

The two of you broke into a fit of laughter as Newt peered out from behind the branches.

“I’m fine, darling!"

"Wow, wasn’t expecting that!” You hobbled over and offered your hand to help him up.

“It is certainly fuller than I imagined it would be.” Newt stated, as he fluffed some of the branches.

“It’s amazing.” You definitely knew he had used magic because none of the light bulbs were shattered and they all lined the branches perfectly.

“Notice anything missing?” He inquired, motioning his head towards the tree.

“Ornaments?"

Newt smiled and began to recite several charms, waving his wand around the tree. What seemed like hundreds of blue and gold baubles floated from a box and perched on the branches.

Newt turned off your bedroom light.

"Oh, it’s gorgeous, Newt.” You wrapped your arms around his waist. The tree cast a warm glow all over the room and you stared up at it in wonder. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. The tree needs one more little touch.”

He presented you with a small box which you opened excitedly. Inside was a gold bauble engraved with the words “Katherine’s First Christmas” on the side along with a small picture of an Occamy shell. Tears began to fall down your cheeks. You walked over and hung it on the center of the tree. “It’s perfect now."

Newt wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tight, "Merry Christmas, my darling.”

“Merry Christmas.” You smiled, gifting his lips with a passionate kiss.

[imagine--buddies]

Magizoologist 101-- Newt Scamander

Day 3: Write a 10 step list on how to be “______”

How to be a magizoologist

Words: 1223

Masterlist

1: Adopt all the animals. All. Of. Them.

“Awe (y/n) look! He’s all alone the poor bugger… Can we please take him in?” The two of you, being you and your boyfriend, were currently looking for new creatures, and when Newt caught word of the Bowtruckle nest, you knew he had to go.

“Newt, honey, you have a whole tree of them,” His eyes looked down to yours and silently begged you, “Of course, but I get to name him!”

“And what will his name be huh?” He laughed, picking up the little creature and resting him on his shoulder.

“I think Pickett would do quite nicely.”

“Well yes, I think it would too.”

2: Learn to live out of a suitcase. Enchanted or not.

“Newt, love? Where’s my scarf? The green one.” you called out. You two had to frantically escape after some smugglers found out you rescued a Hungarian Horntail. The hotel was a mess and it seems you lost all your belongings.

Newt walked up behind you, placing your treasured scarf around your neck, only pausing to swoop down and peck your cheek.

“Right around your neck, my dear, now come on get in the case, If anything goes south I don’t want you in the mess.”

“You know I can handle myself, right?” You chuckled.

“I know (y/n), I’m saying this for the smugglers sake, who will be here soon!” You gave Newt a quick kiss before descending down into the case, shutting it behind you.

3: Be a jack of all trades.

Currently you were in the suitcase, making a potion for the niffler, making objects appear shiny to keep the little rascal from stealing your jewelry. Newt had recently proposed to you, and you were elated! However, he did so in the suitcase, right in niffler territory. Your finger was naked in less than 5 minutes.

“Newt, you down here? Can you grab me some gloves and earmuffs? I need to replant the mandrakes.” You yelled, hopefully grabbing the right ingredients for the brew.

“Here they are love, go and take care of them, I’ll finish the potion.” He said, spinning you to effectively switch places.

“And this is why I’m marrying you, always there when I need you, among many other wonderful things.” You smiled.

“Always.”

4: Know exactly what is needed.

“Newt, babe. You need sleep, you haven’t slept in days.”

“I know dear. I just have to feed Frank, and trim the bowtruckle tree, then check the Niffler’s nest.”

“And all that can wait till tomorrow, until then, let’s get you upstairs and some hot chocolate, sound good?” You saw Newt contemplate his options, he thought long and hard, so hard you swore he wasn’t breathing. Finally he exhaled and smiled at you.

“Sounds perfect.”

5: Be light on your feet.

“ID please.” you and newt held out your fake badges. You two were posing as Anna and Edward Redmayne, two highly respected dragon smugglers. You had recently found out about a black market auction for dragon eggs, and thanks to your past, you knew how to fake an ID.

“Ah, Mr and Mrs.,” The guard stopped and paused, looking you up and down, pausing on some very… private areas. Newt held you closer, clearing his throat, “Redmayne. Enjoy.”

“Thank you sir.” Newt thanked the man, which earned him a very odd look from the guard.

“Love, stay focused.”

“Sorry, I don’t like him.”

6: Sleep anywhere. Anytime. You’ll need it.

Images of bowtruckles and nifflers flew through your dreams. Newt was waiting for you outside a bakery. You felt yourself smile, walking towards him he greeted you.

“Hello? (y/n)? Wake up dear.” A puzzled look crossed your face.

“Wake up.”

You were jostled from your slumber, looking up to Newt hovering over you with a worry stricken face.

“How long was I out?”

“Only for an hour, you just exited the case and barely made it to the bed, I had to carry you the rest of the way.” You blushed.

“Sorry Newt, I guess I overworked myself, but I really should be getting back…” You quickly sat up, only to be pushed down again.

“I’ll handle everything, you, my love who I love very much, are going to stay here and get a good nap in. I can’t have you passing out on me.”

7: There will be hard times.

“Newt, you need to come here. Now.”

You were standing weakly in front of the occamy nest with tears brimming your eyes. The little creatures were all huddling around their fallen sibling.

“(Y/n)? What’s the matter? Is everything- oh dear.” Newt came running at the sound of your distress, only to fall on his knees at the sight.

“But, we did everything! The potions were all right, how did this happen.” He cried out, breaking your heart as he did so.

“Newt, I’m so sorry, we did everything we could.” You kneeled next to him, wrapping your arms around him and nestling your head into his neck. Newt returned your hug. You don’t know how long you sat there, but at one point you felt a blanket being draped around your bodies, you looked up to see Dougle looking solemnly at you. He sent him a teary smile and drifted to sleep.

8: And happy times.

“(Y/n)! Come quick, it’s happening!” Your ears perked up and you ran to the Mooncalve’s area. Newt was cradling the first of many newborns as he turned to face you with the cheesiest grin on his face. You ran over to join him as the mother was birthing the second baby. Newt handed you the first born to prepare for the next, and you quickly cleaned off the baby, moving her away from the other Mooncalves.

“This is wonderful.”

“I’m so glad you’re here with me to share this moment with. I love you.” Newt smiled at you, handing you the second baby.

“I love you too, Newt. You know who I also love? These little babies! Oh this one is Denmark!” The Mooncalf wiggled in response to it’s new name.

9: Always remember.

Finally home. Your London flat had been empty for months. Your eyes traveled to the coffee table, where you had left some old photos strewn across.

“Hey, Newt, remember these? I think this is from our first adventure! Awe look how cute you are.” You held up a picture to show Newt, who immediately snatched it out of your hands to get a closer look. He grinned and held you close, still staring at the photograph.

“We were so young… and you have not aged a day, much like a goddess.” His comments made you blush as red as a phoenix feather.

“Well I guess you, Mr. Scamander, are the god of handsomeness.” You chuckled.

10: The more the merrier.

The wedding was small, and perfect. You were surrounded by the people… and animals you loved most. Everything was exactly as you wanted and more.

The best news however, is when you found out you were pregnant two months later.

“Hey Newt? I have some news for you!” You called.

“Yes, my beautiful and stunning wife?” Your wonderful husband waltzed into the living room, bringing two steaming mugs of hot chocolate.

“You might want to sit down.”

Masterlist

[themaraudersstoriesandtales]

Newt X Reader

(Y/n) wasn't looking forward to the journey to New York, she could have just taken the floo network but she couldn't risk getting caught by MACUSA. This was her fresh start and if she needed to brave seasickness to do it then so be it. (Y/n) knew that she should have stocked up on ingredients to make the potion which would help her ward off the symptoms but in her hurry to pack she forgot to pick up her bag of supplies.

She groaned at her stupidity as she made her way up the gangplank to the entrance of the ship. She cursed when someone stumbled into her.

'Hey mate! Watch where you're going, will ya?'

The man turned around. His eyes stood out against his pale complexion, his worn blue coat was complemented nicely with a mustard coloured waistcoat and bowtie. The light sea breeze caught the coat and (y/n) watched as it wrapped around his lanky legs.

'Oh, I-I am so sorry! I didn't see you there. Are you alright?'

(Y/n) shook her head and coughed.

'It's fine. Erm no problem, Mr?'

'Scamander, Newt Scamander and erm, you are?'

(Y/n) froze.

Before she could utter a word the horn of the ship sounded, startling them both.

'Oi! You two! The ship's about to go! You either getting on or staying here.' We both looked at the man, then at each other and both quickly bounded up the ramp.

As soon as (y/n)'s feet touched the wood of the ship she immediately felt sick. She pushed her way through the crowd and took a seat in a bench.

She drew in a shaky breath and groaned when she felt the ship begin to move.

Oh Merlin's beard. She thought. I don't think I can suffer through this. After everything she had been through. After everything she had overcome. She could never overcome seasickness and she hated it. She hated feeling so weak and fragile.

Newt's gaze followed the woman's figure as she made her way through the crowd of people. He didn't know why but something about her intrigued him. he pushed his way through the crowd and took a seat next to her. He felt uncomfortable being close to so many people, he preferred the company of animals to humans but there was something about this woman that made him want to try and be sociable. He didn't even know her name!

Newt caught her gaze as she looked up. He cleared his throat, (y/n) was beginning to think that this was a nervous habit of his.

'I hope you don't mind me sitting here'.

(y/n) smiled slightly despite how she was feeling, she welcomed any distraction that stopped her thinking about the constant lulling of the ship.

'Oh no, of course not! Just a warning though I don't do too well with sea travel or any sort of travel for that matter, I might be sick on you'. (y/n) expected him to pull a face in disgust and move to sit someone else but was pleasantly surprised.

Instead Newt's expression held a look of understanding. He put his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a paper bag.

(y/n) rose her eyebrows as he held out the bag to her.

'I used to suffer from the exact same problem, I found that these help'.

(y/n) didn't feel like eating anything but she didn't want to be rude and thought to herself that this would probably be the last the time someone would show kindness towards her. She smiled at him in thanks and placed her hand into the bag. She immediately recoiled when she felt something warm and soft brush against her fingertips. Newt became alarmed by her action and peered inside the bag. His eyes widened as he saw the small Occamy nestle in between the sugary treats. (y/n) noticed his expression and peered over shoulder and gasped. Newt turned to her alarm. (y/n) didn't notice, she was too transfixed with the brightly coloured, birdlike snake.

conscious about the muggles around her, she lowered her voice.

'Is that an Occamy? I came across a nest of them when I was trekking in the Far East, the mother wasn't too happy with me when I nearly crushed one of her eggs'. She turned her gaze to Newt when she received no reply only to see a look of shock on his face.

'What? Is there something on my face?' she joked. This seemed to shake him out of his daze.

'You - you know what this is?'

(y/n) quirked her eyebrows in confusion.

'Of course I do, if I didn't I wouldn't have been able to name it, would I?'

'I'm sorry, it's just that people I've met have never heard of this creature before, that's all'.

'Well, do I look like people?' she grinned at him 'Anyway, when I was young I had a fascination with magical creatures. I wanted to travel the world and study them in their natural habitats but life got in the way'. Her face saddened as she turned her gaze back to the Occamy. She cautiously put her hand back into the bag.

'Er - I wouldn't do that I were you, they can be quite agres-' he paused and watched in wonder as she stroked the top of the occamy's head, it purred in content.

'I-I have never seen an Occamy behave like that, how did you do that?'

(y/n) pulled her hand back when she realised her mistake and scratched the back of her neck.

'I don't know, maybe this one is more docile then the others?'

'Yes, maybe.' Newt murmured. This woman was a mystery. It was then he realised he had yet to know the woman's name.

'Terribly sorry but I do not know your name.' He noticed how her body tensed up. What was she hiding? He was about to question her about it but was cut off when she squealed causing the muggles around them to look their way. Newt saw her blush as she coughed awkwardly merlin's beard, the habit was catching on. She thought to herself.

'Sorry- erm I just saw a spider' This was enough explanation for the muggles as they tutted and went back to their business. She turned back to Newt and blushed again in embarrassment.

'A spider?'

'Shut up, it was the best I could come up with. I couldn't exactly say I was overexcited to see that you have a Bowtruckle now could I?'

(y/n) looked down at the small sticklike creature that was hiding in Newt's pockets.

Newt followed my gaze and smiled down at the little guys and gently patted his head.

'This is Pickett, he has some attachment issues, he had a bit of a cold and needed some body heat.'

'Oh, he's so adorable. How have you come across these creatures?'

'It's my job of sorts. I want to educate witches and wizard in caring for magical creatures. I want to prove to them that we can coexist together. Show them that there is no need to kill them; if only they listened.'

(Y/n) placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. 'I know how you feel; people are afraid of thing they don't understand. Sometimes they can be educated, although some will never change.' She looked down again; the same saddened expression covered her face as before. She rolled her head to the side and rested it on Newt's shoulder. He stiffened which led (y/n) to sit up straight.

'I am so sorry! I-' Newt put up his hand and smiled.

'It's fine, really. I just haven't really had any human contact in a while. I prefer the company of my creatures.' He reached his arm out in hesitation and brought it around (y/n)'s shoulders and her close to him. The action brought comfort to the both of them.

They fell into a comforting silence as they gazed up at the darkening sky.

(Y/n) sighed in content as she closed her and slowly drifted to sleep.

Newt was about to say something but stopped when he realised she was asleep. He leaned back on the wooden bench as he too felt sleep as it began to claim him.

I will unravel you,

my mystery.

 Hope you enjoyed it!

Timelady X

[meezelv]

I want to tell y’all about the moment I’m proudest of from this past weekend.

I’m at a con (Animazement) with my friends. It’s late, 9:00, 9:30, and we’re hanging outside the convention center. It’s an excellent place to people watch and interact. It’s also an interesting mix of folks from the con and people who are just walking by downtown. Half or more of us are in costumes, and I am dressed as Newt.

I do not have his signature coat, but I do have a suitcase and a wand, and that is enough to get me recognized by a handful of people throughout the day. My friends and I are moving to the stairs so we can sit on them when a couple con-goers ask for a photo. As I relax from my pose and re-holster my wand, my friends are making motions toward my right. I turn and there are two girls staring nervously at me. They are maybe eight to ten years old. I am not good at ages.

“Hello,” I say.

One of their guardians urges them onward and the oldest asks me, “What’s in your case?”

And I am so delighted to show off to a couple kids who were just passing by with their family, I tell you what. So I beckon them closer and open the case. I introduce them to Cynthia the opossum and Montgomery the komodo dragon. (One day, I will actually have a Pickett and the Niffler and an Occamy, but not yet.) I hear one of the adults of the group say, amazed, that “they’re even named like his creatures.”

The best part of my case, however, is the second compartment, hidden in the lid by a cloth flap. I unclasp the hooks and reveal the eggs, much to the delight of the girls. I ask them if they'd like one, explain the differences in the eggs (almond kisses in yellow, m&ms in the rest), and invite them to choose whichever they’d like.

They tell me they’d just rewatched the movie, and ask me if anything had escaped (”There were some problems with the Niffler earlier today,” I say. “He’s around here...somewhere.”). The shyer of the two asks me how “the big one” is doing.

“Which big one?”

“The big one that flew away at the end.”

“Oh, the thunderbird! Yes, Frank is doing fine.”

After the girls have their photo made with me and depart, I turn back to my friends. I zero in on how they’re holding their phones, pointed at me. I immediately drop character and almost kick one in the shins because I’m good at feelings.

I get tunnel vision when I’m that actively engaged with people, so I only really saw the girls when I was talking to them. According to the video and photos taken of me by my dear friends, there were quite a few people watching my little show. This is both thrilling and terrifying.

[mosdrabblebabbles]

A Turn in Time Pt. 12

A/n: Here’s the next part guys! Enjooooy!

-Mo

~

You lay on the ground not daring to move. Your heart was still racing and you could still feel the heat of Dragon Fire searing into your skin. You were terrified to open your eyes, to see the damage. You just wanted to stay in the darkness for a little longer, until your heart returned to a normal pace. At least you still had a heartbeat.

A pained groan to your left ruined those plans though. Remembering Newt, your eyes flew open and you sat up with a gasp. Newt was on his back a few feet away, clutching his case. His eyes were clamped shut, and you could see he was trying to catch his breath. You crawled over to him, whispering his name.

“Newt? Newt are you okay?” his eyes slowly open and he nodded as he took a wheezing breath. He must have got the air knocked out of him when he landed. He set the case aside as he slowly sat up. He winced, and you noticed bruises and a few burns dotting his arms and across his back. You winced with him, feeling his pain as if it were your own.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice hoarse. You nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet.

“I’m alright. Let’s get you looked at.” You grabbed the case and looked around. You were still in Hungary, back in the woods by the Boarding House from earlier that day. You pulled Newt further into the woods, and set the case down in a small clearing. You cast Muggle repelling charms and other protective spells before opening the case and leading Newt down into it.

He sat down in the rickety chair with another groan while you gather the ointments and healing potions. You set everything down on the small table, turning to Newt with the calm softness you use with the creatures.

“I’m going to need to take your shirt off, I need to clean your wounds.” You tell him and he nods. Gently, you unbutton the shirt and slowly eased it off of his back. Newt winced, and you bit your lip. Once the shirt was off, you grabbed a bottle and set it down in front of him.

“Drink this, it’ll help with the pain.” You say, and Newt grabs the bottle of Fire Whiskey and takes a sip. He makes a face but you know it’s worked when the tension starts to lessen in his shoulder. You sit on the stool, and carefully cast a cooling charm over the burned patches on his back and arms. Seeing the angry red marks marring Newt’s freckled back make your heart ache. He had gotten them from shielding you from that first fire ball. From pushing you out of the way and covering you from the blast. It was because of him that all you had were a few bumps and bruises. It was because of him that you were still alive.

“How bad is it?” Newt asked, voice still hoarse though now it was from the Fire Whiskey and not a lack of oxygen.

“It’s not that bad. Nothing that can’t be fixed.” You tell him, applying the burn cream with gentle fingers. Newt winced again at the contact, and you pulled back.

“No, no keep going. I just wasn’t expecting it.” He says and you continue. You worked in silence, the only sounds coming from the creatures just beyond the door. Newt continued to take small sips from the bottle. In normal circumstances, you would have taken the chance to admire Newt shirtless. Screw it you already were to an extent. You knew he had scars, you had seen the few on his forearms before, but the ones on his back, his sides…. And the freckles, Merlin’s beard the freckles! His back alone could be the night sky filled with stars as far as you were concerned. It was stunning.

Once you were finished with the cream, you pulled out the little cot he had and set it up for him.

“I want you to rest. I’ll check on the creatures.” You helped him up, and he groaned some more as he lay on his stomach. He was asleep instantly, and you brushed the hair out of his eyes. He sighed in response, the tension completely draining out of him as he finally relaxed into sleep. Your heart clenched, worry still gnawing at you even though you knew he was safe. Standing on shaky legs, you walked out into the habitats to check on the creatures.

 ~

Newt woke with a jolt, his heart racing. His dream was still fresh in his mind, the dragons, your scream, and then disaparating. He sat up, looking around the shack. You weren’t there, and Newt bolted out the door, needing to find you. Every cell in his body cursed at him for not paying better attention back there. He had put you, put his creatures in danger. It was like Hogwarts all over again, only this time…. If anything had happened to you he never would have forgiven himself. And not making sure you were okay! He kicked himself for letting the pain consume him, for letting you distract him again.

He searched for you everywhere, finally finding you with the Bowtruckles. You were feeding the twig like creatures portions of wood lice, one of them perched on your shoulder. Dougal sat by your feet, flipping through your notebook and the Niffler was perched on your head, sniffing at the Muggle money you had gotten earlier. Newt watched as you cooed and fed the Bowtruckles, noticed how at ease the other creatures were around you. Dougal absolutely loved you, and the baby Occamies that had hatched so far adored you. They would crawl over you and nuzzle into your warmth. Even the Mama Occamy trusted you with her babes.

You giggled as the Bowtruckle on your shoulder ran its leafy fingers over your face. Newt’s heart fluttered and he walked closer.

“(Y/n)?” he whispered, not wanting to startle you. You turned and gasped, surprised to see him out of bed. You rushed over, the Niffler bounding off your head and landing next to Dougal. You wrapped your arms around him, careful not to touch the healing burns on his back. Newt wrapped his own arms around you, pulling you close. You were alright, you were safe. He breathed in your scent, the one that always seemed to calm him. You pulled away, tears brimming in your eyes. Newt wiped away one that escaped, and you let out a watery chuckle.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, checking him over. The burns were less red, the magical cream doing its job.

“Better. Thank you. But how are you? You aren’t hurt are you?” he asked, looking you over as well. You laughed, shaking your head.

“No, I’m fine. Just some bumps and bruises, thanks to you. Newt, you saved my life. You saved both of us.” You say, but his face darkened.

“I put us in danger. I should have been paying attention to the dragons, making sure they didn’t get too close.” he said, stepping away from you. You recoiled, completely surprised by the change in attitude. You reached out for him but he turned away. The marks on his back stood out to you, more than they had before. You saw his shoulders shake, and you realized that Newt was crying.

Your heart broke at the sound, wanting to sooth him. You walked over to him, gently resting a hand on his shoulder.

“If something had happened to you, or….” His voice was thick with emotion.

“Newt….” You whispered. At the sound of your voice Newt spun around, facing you. Tears were streaked down his face, more building in his eyes. He pulled you into his arms again, only this time he leaned down and captured your lips with his own. The action took you by surprise, but then instinct took over and you cupped his check with your hand and kissed back.

The kiss was everything it should have been. Everything you had hoped it would be. His lips were soft, and you could taste the Fire Whiskey on them. You other arm wrapped around his neck, fingers digging into the hair at the nape of his neck. He pulled you closer, not wanting to let you go. His arms were wrapped around your waist, wanting to keep you in their safety forever.

Something tickled your face, and you pulled away abruptly. Newt blinked, his face flushing. You looked at your shoulder, noticing the Bowtruckle that still perched there. You could see the shocked look on its face, having had a front row seat to the show. You chuckled, and you heard Newt do the same.

“Hullo there, Pickett. What are you doing out of your tree?” he said, completely ignoring the previous moment. His face was still flushed, and you knew him well enough at that point to know he was trying to stay calm.

“He doesn’t feel well. He’s been a little sluggish, I think he’s getting a cold.” You explained, and Newt looked from Pickett to the other Bowtruckles.

“How is everyone else?” he asked. You couldn’t tell if he meant just the Bowtruckles or all the other creatures. You decided to give him a complete update.

“A few of the Bowtruckles have a cold. Hence why Pickett is here. It must have just happened, they were fine last time we checked on them.” You lifted your shoulder, and Pickett grumbled.

“I made sure they were fed and I added some heated light to the tree to make sure it stayed warm. Dougal and the Niffler have been by my side sense you went to sleep. Another Occamy hatched, there’s only one egg left. The Erumpent’s been on edge, what with mating season coming up soon. Everything else is completely fine. I was even able to start the garden.” Newt looked at you, having been checking on the Bowtruckles while you updated him.

“You’ve been busy haven’t you?” he asked with soft smile. You nodded.

“I had to keep myself busy. Let you rest. Speaking of which, you should still be resting. You haven’t completely healed.” You grabbed him by his un-injured arm and start for the shack.

“But…” he started to say but you cut him off.

“No buts.” You reached the shack and set him down on the stool. Grabbing the burn cream, you applied more on to the splotches across his back and the ones on his forearm.

“I need to take care of the creatures, though.” He said, face falling. There was a helplessness behind his eyes, and your heart hurt for him.

“I know, but you can’t help them if you’re in pain. These burns will be gone in the morning if we keep applying the cream. You can get back to work then.” Newt’s brows were furrowed, and you could tell he was going to try and argue with you on the subject.

“I’ve dealt with worse before, and I’m fine.” He stated, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“You were alone then. You had no choice. But you aren’t alone anymore. You have me. Will you let me help?” you asked, taking his hand and holding it between both of your own. He took his other hand and wrapped it around yours, their warmth seeping into your cold fingers.

“I think I can do that.” He whispered, leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss to your forehead. You smiled. The two of you sat like that in silence for a few minutes before your stomach growled. Ordering Newt to stay sitting, you got up and started making a late lunch.

You wanted to talk about the kiss from earlier, but the need to take care of Newt came first. You knew you had feelings for the Magizoologist. And you had a feeling he reciprocated that. Now it was just a matter of how you moved forward with said feelings.  

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[willofhounds]

Chasing a Scammander ch 9

Newt's POV

He stared at the ball of fur that had crashed through the window. It came up to waist height with him.

As far as he knew no creature looked like that. It could have been a moldy boulder with how fuzzy and large it was.

Theseus groaned loudly, "Not the Megu again. It's supposed to be back at the Ministry."

"Megu?" Queried Newt. His curious nature had him reaching out to it.

Megu's fur was soft to the touch. It was no different than a crups fur.

"It stands for according to the legends they looked Murky Eyeball Gross and Ugly. Megu for short," came Theseus's answer, "It keeps following me around and I don't know why."

The creature shifted and suddenly an eyeball was staring back at him. It took up more than half of the width of the creature.

To the magizoologist in him, it wasn't a monster but a loveable creature. Slowly he ran a hand through the fur and it trembled slightly. Like many of his creatures, this poor thing had been mistreated.

Newt said gently, "I bet you are tired if you came all the way from the Ministry. You would like it in my case. There are lots of creatures there. You'll get fed as much as you need. What do you think? Want to travel with me?"

Silently he cast an accio to bring his case over. It didn't take much coaxing to get the creature into his case. With his nack to his brother he did not get to see the gobsmacked look on Graves's face.

Helping the creature into a forest habitat he said, "I think I'll call you Kevin."

Kevin turned to face him. The mass of fur seemed to be testing his statement. Then he blinked accepting his new name.

Behind him, he could hear Theseus coming down the ladder. His brother said with an exasperated tone, "You've expanded again. Where are you Newt?"

"In the forest, Thee. Just past the Runespoors!"

There was a loud cough of surprise that he knew didn't come from Theseus. It seemed Graves had followed his brother down. Curiosity could be a strange thing.

Some of his creatures made their way over. They would not attack Kevin but he would keep an eye on them. Kevin was a new creature to him. Even in all his readings, he had never heard of such a creature.

Newt was so preoccupied by Kevin that he didn't hear Nancy coming up behind him. She tackled him to the ground. Knowing she wanted to play he rolled so that he landed on his back.

"Newt!" Came two equal shouts.

Newt raised a hand to scratch Nancy behind the jaw. She let out a loud purr and rubbed her head against him.

Theseus tried to enter the habitat causing her to growl. Nancy was one of his creatures that was allowed to free roam. She taught the others how to use their natural protections but if she did catch one she didn't harm them.

Outsiders did not have the same protection. Theseus and Graves were both outsiders here. Nancy had been one of his additions since the last time he visited his brother.

Graves inquired breathlessly, "Is that a Nundu? How in the Mercy Sweet Louis did you tame a Nundu?"

Newt tapped Nancy on the leg and she let him up. As he gained his feet he glared at Percival. Angry green met surprised grey.

"I do NOT tame Nancy," he snarled, "Or any of my creatures! I protect them. I give them a safe place to regain their strength. If and when they can safely return to their natural habitats I take them home. Those that can't stay with me."

Percival held out his hands in surrender. Giving the man a final glare he returned his attention to Kevin.

Theseus inquired with a small smile, "Newt is Pickett still with you?"

Hearing his name Pickett poked his tiny green head out of Newt's blue jacket. Theseus held out his hand and Pickett climbed out go the pocket. His brother was one of the few people that the little bowtuckle to handle him.

Graves asked looking around, "How many creatures do you have in here?"

"In total? Or species?"

There was a flash of amusement that went through him as Graves paled. He had nearly 100 creatures in total that stayed in his case. They were his family and friends. As long as he lived he would protect them.

"Newt show him," came his brother's soft order. It made him turn his head to glance at the other curiously, "Make Percival understand."

A sigh escaped him. He didn't want to show the man that chased him across Europe his case. Aurors didn't like his case because they didn't understand the creatures. They would rather kill them and be done with it.

That was why he was making his book. If people could just understand the creatures they would know that they weren't mindless. The lighter green eyes that were his brother gave him a pointed look.

Fine. He would show Graves around if only to prove that his creatures weren't mindless to this auror. With a nod to his brother, he began to lead Graves through.

He took Graves the opposite way from the runespoors. If any of his creatures were going to attack Graves it would be the runespoors. So he took him to see the occamy eggs.

The way his eyes widened showed that he knew exactly what they were. If he tried to steal one Newt would know. Theseus might trust the man but Newt didn't.

After the occamy eggs was Horace his Niffler. The plump little creature was immediately up his arm and onto his shoulder.

Newt warned as the Horace cautiously sniffed at Graves, "Keep ahold of your shiny items. If he gets ahold of them he won't give them up easily."

Graves's hand immediately grabbed at a silver pocket watch. Then he seemed to consider Newt's words for a moment. He dug around in his pockets a second time.

This time he came back with a shiny sickle. Without hesitation, he offered it to Horace.

Horace looked up to Newt who gave a small nod. The young niffler snatched the sickle. For a moment it considered the coin before shining it just a little more and then stuffing it into his pouch.

Horace refused to let Newt put him down so the young magizoologist carried him. They check on each of his creatures even to the author's amazement the last breeding pair of graphorns. If it hadn't been for Newt they truly would have gone extinct. If things continued as they were he might be able to start releasing some. Once they were out of immediate danger population-wise.

Their last stop was the runespoor den. They came out with a hiss.

Newt whispered gently holding out a hand to the middle head, "Hey there. Don't worry about him. He's not going to hurt you. If he tried I would stop him."

The other two heads rubbed against his side. The force of which nearly toppled him over. Only having seen this coming did he remain standing.

Graves questioned moving a little closer only to be hissed at him, "How do you get them to trust you? If anyone else were to try this they would be attacked."

Newt didn't take his eyes off the middle head as he replied, "To receive trust you must show some," he reached back and grabbed Graves's wrist pulling him forward, "Trust is everything with these creatures. They aren't as vicious or violent as people make them out to be. Attacking when one is scared is normal for any species."

Graves was reluctant to come any closer. He was afraid of offending the powerful creature.

"But if we show them the respect and kindness they deserve," he placed Graves's hand on the snout of the middle head, "Then they may just come to accept us. No creature deserves to live in fear."

[shellelyn2]

Newt Scamander’s Official Reference Guide to Sleeping & Cuddling: Written By YOU.

In other words, my obsession with Newt has gone too far. Send help. This post is gif heavy, and quite lengthy, and I’m sorry (not) sorry?! Also, this is my thank you for 100 (and climbing) followers. Enjoy your fluff cuddles. *wink*

Your sweet darling, Newt Scamander, loves homemade, heartfelt gifts - especially when they come from you.

You present to him a leather bound journal, wrapped with twine:

Newt smiles and kisses your cheek.

“What is this, my love?”

Upon opening the cover he reads the inscription:

-My sweetheart, You are so precious and I love you with all of my heart. In this “reference guide” I have listed several scenarios in which I have observed how we sleep and/or cuddle. I know, at times, you can be timid attempting to communicate your feelings for me and vice versa. To avoid any such reserve from either one of us in the future, I have come up with a series of code names and fluff classifications for each scenario. All we have to do, when words are not enough, is refer to this guide. For example: If you say – “The Graphorn could sure use a little love tonight.” I’ll know exactly what you mean. We will add more scenarios as our life together unfolds. With all my heart, I love you so. -Your darling

P.S. Fluff Classification range from 1 to 5 X’s depending on the level of affection.

xxxxx

The Occamy/Occamy Egg - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when YOU have a horrible day at work or memories of your past came back to haunt you.

“The Second Salemers were in the streets again.” You shivered and laid down on the bed coiling into the tightest fetal position you could manage. “That woman, Ms. Barebone, she was just staring at me with such darkness in her eyes. I thought she knew…”

Newt rubbed your back as he climbed onto the bed next to you.

“Don’t worry my darling, mum’s here.”

He spooned the curvature of your body tightly, his chest against your back, and his chin tucked into your shoulder. His arms wrapped around your waist as he clasped his hands together at your stomach. You put your hands over his and trembled. You concentrated on the feeling of him all around, including his legs which were perfectly aligned with yours.

“My love, you are safe. I’m here. Nothing will come between us.”

Newt would not dare anyone to come near you right now. He was your Occamy; the wrath of which could be ferocious. He would protect the fragile shell surrounding you at all costs.

The Mooncalf - Fluff Classification XXXX

For when either one of you are a little slap happy and/or hungry.

Newt entered your bedroom with a plate FULL of dark chocolate chip cookies that you had freshly baked that afternoon.

“You’ve found the stash, I see?”

He chewed a cookie dramatically while flopping in front of you on the bed. “Mmm…” He grinned, crumbs scattered across his face, and probably in his hair too, “These are delicious.”

You sat with your back against the headboard and Newt climbed into your lap, facing you, his knees straddling either side of your legs.

“Umphhfff, honey..”

He snickered, child-like, and you wondered what kind of potion he had accidentally ingested.

“Feed me, my darling?”

The Graphorn - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when either one of you are feeling needy and/or affectionate.

It had been a particularly long day for Newt - working on his manuscript, feeding the creatures, and taking care of business for the ministry. The only thing on his mind was crawling into bed next to you and falling asleep.

“I missed you all day.” He whimpered, kissing your cheek and snuggling into your neck.

“Aw, darling.” You kissed the top of his head, “I missed you too.”

Newt wrapped both arms around your neck and you did the same to him. You rested your foreheads together and memorized each other’s eyes.

“I love you.” Newt sighed affectionately, moving so his cheek rested against yours. You rubbed your cheeks together, alternating between each side. Then your noses. Then your lips.

“I really need to kiss you now.” Newt cooed, cupping each side of your neck with his callused hands.

The kiss started softly, you tangled both of your hands into his hair and pulled gently. Newt moaned against your lips and pulled you closer, cupping your cheeks with his palms.

After a prolonged kissing session you fell asleep on the same pillow, completely tangled, your foreheads pressed together and both sets of your hands clasped tightly between your chests.

The Billywig - Fluff Classification XX

For when either one of you are irritated and/or indifferent to each other.

You sat on the sofa. You reading a fantasy novel and Newt reading a magical creature anatomy encyclopedia. After awhile you glanced over at Newt and rolled your eyes. He had fallen asleep against the arm of the sofa. Good. You had a migraine and this afternoon he had been completely ridiculous. He had insisted on following you around the apartment complaining about the preposterous laws of New York City and how it wasn’t fair that Jacob and Queenie couldn’t wed and how his creatures were smarter than humans and how London was much more civilized and on and on and on. You loved him DEARLY but there were times he wouldn’t shush up about ANYTHING.

You breathed in deeply, covered him with a blanket, and went to bed - leaving him on the sofa.

Of course he would get lots of cuddles later when he discovered you had gone to bed without him because staying irritated at Newt was practically impossible.

The Demiguise - Fluff Classification XXXX

For when either one of you are trying to get the other to go to bed. Though you are not tired; you just need a cuddle.

“Come to bed.”

You draped your arms over Newt’s shoulders, running a hand underneath his shirt, playfully pulling on the chest hair in between his collar bones.

“Please, please, please. Come to bed.” You repeated, kissing the top of his head several times in a row.

He lifted his hand and covered where yours rested on his chest. “Love, I really should finish. It’s not even nine o’ clock.”

“Come…darling. PLEASE?” You begged, rubbing your free hand down his arm.

“I must finish.” Newt insisted.

“Fine!” You huffed and disappeared into your bedroom.

Within five minutes Newt was crawling in bed next to you, an amused smile on his lips, “Are you that desperate for sleep?”

“Are you kidding? It’s early. I just wanna cuddle.”

The pair of you giggled, disappearing under the sheets, wrapped in one another’s arms.

The Erumpent - Fluff Classification XXXXXXXXX (oops)

For when you both want one thing.

“Doesn’t that case get your back?” You laughed, crawling up from the shed and into your bedroom, stretching your tired limbs.

“What? Is it not big enough for your liking?” Newt teased, undoing the buttons of his vest.

You watched as Newt bent over to take off his shoes. Good heavens he had a nice —-

“Darling? Are you listening to me?”

“Wha–what did you say Newt?”

“Is it not big enough for you?”

“Is what not big enough?”

“My love, the CASE?!?! Do I need to apply a few more extension charms on it?”

You burst out laughing.

Newt just stood there, an innocent look in his eyes, undoing the buttons of his white shirt.

“Darling? Why are you looking at me like that?”

You bit your bottom lip and scooted closer towards him, assisting him with the last few buttons.

“Oh…” Newt blushed, “Ohhhh–”

Next thing you know Newt’s lips are on yours, he grasps your wrists, and you both go rolling onto the bed.

The Fwooper - Fluff Classification XXXX

For when both of you are fluffy little love birds that annoy each other in song.

You and Newt loved to build blanket forts. Sometimes you would pretend you were creatures sleeping in a cocoon or a nest. Newt especially loved this because he loved to hide under things. Blankets. Sheets. Pillows. You. It didn’t really matter so long as he could cozy up and get warm.

“Newt? I can’t even find you in there.” You crawled into the mess of blankets and dug down at least six layers before his ruffled curls came into view.

“Oh, hello, darling. I was just warming things up for you.”

“Why, thank you, kind sir.” You replied with a kiss to his nose.

Newt smiled gleefully, “You are so beautiful.”

“Mmm, no, you are so handsome.”

Newt cleared his throat and literally began to sing for no reason at all:

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald, Or young with scabby knees, Our heads could do with filling, With some interesting stuff, For now they’re bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff

“Well, you’ve got the fluff part right.” You laughed, ruffling his cinnamon curls.

You kissed his cheek, scooting further into your cocoon of quilts and sang a little tune of your own:

I just can’t imagine that you love me; And after all is said and done, It looks like I’m the lucky one, I can’t believe you’re in love with me.

The pair of you laughed under the covers, content to be the fluffy little Fwoopers you would always be.

The Marmite - Fluff Classification XX ½

For when sleep is interrupted for both of you caused by a rouge creature ambush.

The pair of you were facing away from each other, sleeping soundly. Newt let out the occasional snore and maybe even a little bit of drool on his pillow case.

Out of nowhere you awoke to something tickling your cheek.

“Pickett, what are you doing?” You inquired, reaching to your face to caress the little creature. “You’re supposed to be asleep.”

He chirped excitedly. You could almost see a look of longing in his beady eyes.

“Very well, you may sleep on my pillow. But, shhh. Newt’s sleeping.

The three of you slept soundly until something moved under the covers.

Newt awoke with a jolt, catching the little Niffler by its tail. “You little bugger! Where do you think YOU are going?”

The Niffler made a small squeak of desperation.

“Very well, then. Just be quiet, love.”

The Niffler curled into a ball between you, resting against Newt’s side, holding a shiny coin.

The four of you slept calmly until there was a thump at the end of your bed.

You BOTH awoke with a jolt.

Dougal stared at the pair of you, with wide, glowing eyes the size of moons.

Newt and you stared at each other, defeated.

“Come on, then.”

The five of you slept, somewhat soundly, tangled up together, all warm and cozy.

The Murtlap - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when YOU are really needy.

You were desperate for Newt, in an almost painful way.You sat staring at the clock watching the second hand tick - tick - tick. Any moment now he would be home from work and you fully intended on showering him with love.

You heard the door open and close. Your heart raced with anticipation. Newt took off his coat and vest and walked into your bedroom, flopping down onto the bed.

Before he could even say hello, you rolled on top of him, covering the length of his body with yours.

You kissed every inch of his face, inhaling the scent of cinnamon and tea. You ran your fingers through his hair. Caressed his cheeks. Kissed his jaw. Nuzzled into his chest. Kissed his neck.

“Merlin’s beard, darling,” Newt was finally able to muster, “You remind me of a my Murtlap.”

You giggled, and playfully love bit his neck.

Newt attempted to catch his breath, his expression dazed yet thoroughly pleased.

The Niffler - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when either one of you want to uncover a secret the other one refuses to tell.

The two of you were in bed reading when you let out a long sigh.

“Tired, my darling?” Newt brushed the hair from your eyes.

You shook your head, “Not really. Just thinking.”

Newt shut his book and faced you, “About?”

A slight blush formed on your cheeks, “No-nothing.”

“That nothing is a something, my dear.”

You shook your head no.

“C’mon, love. What is it?”

You shook your head again, pursing your lips.

Newt leaned over and began to tickle your sides, earning a squeal, followed by intense laughter. “Sttttooooppppp!”

“Not unless you tell me.”

His fingers let up, and his head hovered above yours, studying your eyes.

“I want a baby.” You admitted, biting your bottom lip.

A large smile spread across Newt’s face, his smile lines creasing, his dimples more pronounced on his freckled cheeks.

His voice was deep and warm, “Say no more, love.”

The Nundu - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when NEWT has a horrible day at work or memories of his past came back to haunt him.

Newt was curled up in bed in the fetal position, silently collecting his thoughts. Memories of his encounter with Percival Graves (Gellert Grindelwald) were at the forefront of his mind. For some reason, in recent days, he hadn’t been able to shake the unnerving feeling that a darkness was seeping its way into the wizarding world. He was terrified of what it could bring. He worried about his old friends at Hogwarts and particularly his former professor, Albus Dumbledore.

“Are you alright, honey?” You climbed up next to him and rubbed his back protectively.

“I should send a letter to Professor Dumbledore,” Newt stated. “Perhaps warn him of this dark feeling I have.”

You knew of his recent thoughts and bent over to kiss his forehead, “If you feel that would do some good, you definitely should.”

Newt moved as if to get up right away to pen his letter.

“No, darling. Stay here.”

You spooned him tightly, wrapping your body around the curvature of his, your arms around his waist tightly as you kissed the scars that speckled his bare back.

“You’re safe right now. Mummy will protect you.”

You were like the Nundu - and you would attack mercilessly if anyone dared to come near him right now.

The Bowtruckle - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when either one of you refuse to let the other leave the bed.

The sun shone through the curtains casting a bright glow around the room. Nooooo. It was morning. Newt would get up and go to his creatures any minute and you were enjoying the warmth of his chest against yours.

His eyes fluttered open and he hummed, “Morning, my love.”

You scooted closer, nuzzling into his neck with eagerness. “Morning.”

He kissed the top of your head and ran his fingers up and down your back. “I need to –”

“No….” You moaned, kissing between his collar bones, “Don’t goooo.”

“Love, you know the creatures need to eat.”

“Yes but…but…”

Newt loosened his arms and you grabbed at him with your hands, desperately pulling him closer.

Newt laughed. You could barely breathe as he squeezed you so tight, kissing your lips tenderly. “I have to.”

You shook your head with understanding, “I know.”

Newt rolled over and you kept a hand on his chest as he stretched out beside you. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. As he took a step, you sat up and grabbed his wrist, pulling him down next you.

“Alright.” Newt gave in.

One more kiss. One more hug. One more affectionate glance and down to the creatures he went.

The Swooping Evil - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when NEWT is really needy.

You were taking an afternoon rest, which was a rare occasion due to the work load you carried. It was Autumn and the chill in the air made you a little more cozy than normal. You had finished a cup of tea and lied down on your back, facing the ceiling, thinking of your check list of ‘to-do’s’ when Newt entered the room abruptly.

“I need you.”

You lifted you head and groaned in protest, “Newt… I just laid down. I’m so cozy.”

“No, I need you.”

You raised your eyebrows, “What?”

Newt was instantly on top of you, his lips kissing your cheekbones and along your jaw. His hands wandered your sides. You shivered as his whiskers rubbed against your neck. He nuzzled his nose against yours and cupped both sides of your neck in his hands.

“Kiss me.” It was more of a demand than a request.

You could barely breathe, shocked by his sudden outburst of affection.

“Yes, love.” Your lips melted into his passionately. Your fingers tangled into his hair and he moaned against your lips.

Breaking for air you began to giggle, “You’re crazy.”

Newt blushed, pecking your lips once more.

About an hour later, you were drifting off to sleep. Newt’s body covered the length of yours, his head resting on your chest, his legs woven with yours, and his arms protectively sheltering you against any unseen force that tried to come near.

The Thunderbird - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when you are both sad and/or frustrated, sick of responsibilities, and being “grown up.”

“There, there, darling. I’m here.” Newt cupped your chin in his hand, “I’m tired also. It’s been such a hard day.”

You and Newt felt beat up, drained, poor, and heavy with emotion. Work was demanding. Your bills stacked up. Your limbs were sore from running around feeding creatures and you had discovered a dead Occamy that afternoon. The two of you had shed so many tears. The world just seemed to be out to get you.

You cuddled together in the sheets, focusing on the warmth between you. Tears spilled down each of your cheeks as you dealt with the emotions of all that had happened.

Newt ran his thumbs under your eyelids, wiping away your tears as you did the same for him.

“Perhaps in the morning, things will shine a little brighter.” Newt offered, tucking you into his neck so he could rest his chin on your head.

“I love you, Newt.”

“I love you too. Everything will be alright.”

Newt shut the journal and caressed the front cover with his fingers. He looked up at you with affectionate, tear filled eyes, “I feel that perhaps things are about to be very ‘Swooping Evil’ around here.”

Your laughter is all that could be heard as he chased you to your bed.

END!!