#the cutest niffler

[ask-solomon-sallow]

Nosy is such a handsome little guy. <3

Two little Gentlemen 💙💚💕

"All dressed up proper and dapper for the Yule Ball."

@wrenegade-accio drew Charlie and Nosy as tiny Gatsby! ( ｡• ᵕ •｡) 💕💚

[princessconsuela120]

✰ PATCHING UP ✰

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Summary: after a run in with the poachers, Sebastian patches up all your wounds.

Warnings: mentions of blood, light cursing, fluff

Author’s Note: you already know Sebastian is gonna be here a lot. Enjoy guys!

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“HOLD STILL NOW.” Sebastian said softly, one hand holding the side of your face while the other lightly dabbed at an open cut that took up your cheek. You had been out on another adventure after hearing of a group of poachers nearby. They had taken a baby niffler and were posting posters around town for ransom. You couldn’t let them kill the poor thing. So of course you stormed the camp. One thing led to another, and here you were again, sitting across from your boyfriend, snapping at him every few seconds the disinfectant would stink your wound. This happened so often in fact, Sebastian kept a first aid kit in the room of requirements, seeing as the injuries you gave yourself were too deep to cure with magic not done by a healer.

“It’d be easier to hold still if you weren’t digging that tissue into my skin.” You snapped, gritting your teeth at the stink in your cheek. Sebastian rolled his eyes.

“Actually, I’m not even touching you with the towel anymore, I just sprayed you with the disinfectant your mum sent you.” He explained, making you groan, squeezing into his arm as you tried to suppress the burn that came when he sprayed the bottle again.

“Ugh, we’ll, it hurts like a bugger, you must be doing something wrong.”

He sighed, taking a moment to frown at you.

“Take a deep breath, yeah? You’re probably just still reeling from the fight.” He said, making you listen to his instruction. He sighed, moving to the other side of your face to see your eye bloodshot and red, a large purple mark right below it. “Merlin’s beard y/n, you’d think you’d learn your lesson with magic.” He lectured, gently brushing his fingers against your bruised skin before turning back to the first aid kit.

“I have, mostly at least. The gash under my cheek was when I decided to start fighting with fists. Show those damned poachers who’s boss.” You mimicked a punch with your hands, causing Sebastian to scoff as he pulled out another cloth.

“It looks like they showed you, actually.” He teased, making you shove him playfully as he chuckled.

“Oh posh. They were wearing giant rings on their fingers. Cheating pricks.” You rolled your eyes. “I would’ve had them though.”

“Oh I’m sure you would have.” Sebastian mumbled, not able to hold back his smile as you described the fight with excitement. He wasn’t happy you got in a fight, not at all. But he couldn’t help but smile whenever you got excited over things like this. He couldn’t lie, he would always be proud of his girl.

“Are you almost finished?” You whined, making him chuckle at your childish response.

“Not even close. But I suppose I can patch up majority of the rest rather quickly if you’re in a hurry?”

“Only slightly. I wanted to show Rocky his new home.” You replied with a shrug, causing Sebastian to raise an eyebrow at you, pulling away from your face after smoothing out the bandage that he put on your cheek.

“Rocky?”

“The niffler I saved. You didn’t think this fight was for no reason did you?” He scoffed.

“Well, you do enjoy charging poacher camps for new cloaks, so I wouldn't be entirely surprised.” He teased, though you chose to ignore his comment.

“He’s the cutest thing you ever saw.” You gawked, pulling out the nab sack you had brought with you on your journey. You opened the bag, alleging the small light purple baby niffler to leap from the confinements of the bag. He seemed to quickly make his way into one of your vivariums, Sebastian watching as you swooned for the baby the whole time.

“Isn’t he just the cutest?” You asked, turning to him excitedly.

“I don’t know, I think you’re cuter.” He flirted, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“What a cheeky boy you are, Sallow.” You said with a smirk. He chuckled.

“What? It’s true.”

He grabbed your hand carefully, not wanting to mess up the bandages he had wrapped around your bruised knuckles, and led you back to the chair where he was patching you up.

“I’m sure it is. Now hurry up and finish so I can feed Rocky.” You whimpered loudly, pulling your face away from him as he dabbed a wet cloth on your lip. “Bloody hell!” You shouted, causing him to frown.

“Sorry.”

“Merlin’s, fuck that hurt.” You grumbled, carefully touching your lip before meeting his eyes. He pouted at you, grabbing your hands and kissing them gently, in an attempt to apologize.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll make sure to kiss it better when I’m done.” He smirked, once again causing you to scoff. You threw one of the cloths at his face as he laughed loudly.

“Oh shut it you arse.” You teased, now laughing as you smiled happily at Sebastian.

[5sospenguinqueen]

(Sebastian stomping around, muttering under his breath)

Imelda: What crawled up Sallow’s arse?

Ominis: MC said that the new Niffler she rescued was the ‘cutest thing she’d ever seen’ and Sebastian took that to mean it was cuter than him.

Sebastian: (yelling over) It definitely isn’t!

[emeritusemeritus]

I was wondering if you could do one with y/n and George and they are being woken up by their toddler because she had a nightmare

Okay this is the cutest thing ever and I am SO painfully aware of toddlers keeping their parents awake right now so art imitates life I guess 😂 hope this is okay! 🖤

Warnings: None? This is tooth rotting fluff and I’m here for it. I used ‘Poppy’ as the name of their daughter because I’d written it before in one of my works. George is the best dad.

Word count: 718

The last embers of light.

You feel yourself pulled out of your dreams slowly, the majestic colours fading away from you as you become more and more aware of your consciousness. You squint in the darkness, the pitch black room offering no clue to why you were currently lying awake.

"Mummy," a little voice sniffles from your side and your eyes quickly flick to where the voice had come from, eyes straining in the darkness to find her silhouette.

"Baby?" You question, fighting against the burning tiredness stinging your eyes, "what's wrong?"

You start to sit up, feeling slightly more awake as you feel a little hand reaching out for you, touching your arm, already trying to climb up your body. You hear another little sniffle and sit up quickly, worried about the disturbance. You flick the light on beside your bed, thankful that you'd kept it on the dimmest setting as the warm, soothing light fills the room.

There you see your daughter, tears in her eyes and her little niffler snuggle blanket clutched tightly to her chest, the scene tugging on your heartstrings.

"Come here sweetheart," you say as lovingly as you can, pushing back the covers before pulling her into your arms between you and your sleeping husband, her body nestling into your side automatically under the warm, protective duvet. You smooth back her wispy red hair as she snuggles closer and closer to you, her silent sobs calming almost straight away.

George stirs at the movement and you watch as he rolls over, the vague outline of his body moving beneath the duvet.

"Poppy? Baby what's wrong?" George says sleepily, his words slightly mumbled and weighed down with tiredness. He reaches out to lay his big hand over her tummy protectively and she responds by reaching out her little fingers to grab at his hand.

"Scary," she says with a cry, fresh tears falling out of her eyes and onto her little freckled cheeks.

"You had a bad dream?" You ask gently, instinctively reaching out to wipe the tears away from her cheeks. She nods, letting out a little sob and George can't help but move closer, pulling his arm around the both of you until she's cradled tightly between her mummy and daddy, the safest place she can be.

"You want to talk about it baby? About what scared you?" George says softly, trying to keep her calm. She shakes her head against you, bringing her niffler to her face, undoubtedly rubbing the remaining snot onto the poor little niffler's fur.

"Well how about this: you stay with mummy and daddy tonight? You'll be safe here and tomorrow daddy will go around your bedroom and get rid of anything that's frightening you ok? He'll use his magic spells," George says with a calming voice.

Poppy nods eagerly against your side and immediately breaks out into a little giggle, enthusiastically tucking the toy niffler under the covers so he has a place to sleep too.

George reaches over to the bedside table for his wand and casts a quiet spell that makes little stars appear, dancing around the room above the bed like a projector. He used to do it when she was a baby, a way of calming her through the many sleepless nights when nothing else would work. She lets out a little gasp as the stars twinkle and dance around, watching the soothing scene with complete elation.

You smile at the two of them, bending down to kiss the top of Poppy's head and to secretly get a little sniff of the scent you loved so much. You watch as she wriggles about for a minute, finding her new comfy spot as you turn out the light, hoping to settle in for a good sleep once again.

Just as you begin to drift off, happy that Poppy's breathing had steadied to a calm and regular beat indicating that she'd fallen back to sleep, you feel a little hand on your chest that makes a wide smile stretch across your face into the darkness.

The stars have dimmed now, the last embers of light shining from them as they begin to fade, just enough to allow you one last glance at your sleeping husband and daughter, huddled together and sleeping soundly. You are the luckiest person alive.

[honeybeewritings]

it's okay little love[r.l.]

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: anxiety about regressing, trying to stop the regression process, remmy being the sweetest caregiver(even if you didn't ask)

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: caregiver!remus lupin x little!gn!reader

✰ 𝐖���𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 732 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you try not to regress all day but everything keeps making you feel small. good thing remmy knows what to do.

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: for all my babies who are scared of telling their s/o they regress. it's okay to be scared but i bet they'll still adore you.

requested by anon: friendly reminder that requests are open

also, i've been having a lot of nsfw blogs follow me so dni if nsfw: this is a safe space for all kiddos

you and remus have been going out for a bit. not long but it was long enough that he knew which shops in diagon alley that you liked most.

or so he thought.

he had no idea you were an age regressor and you planned on keeping it that way. he was the sweetest, you knew that, but the thought of him knowing terrified you. you've had more than you fair share of meanies.

you were comfortably walking around diagon alley, holding your boyfriends hand, when you noticed a new shop. you looked closer and it was a toy store.

oh no.

you squeezed remmy's hand and tried not to bite your nails or nervously scratch your arms.

"y' alrigh' love?" remmy asked, squeezing your hand back. you just nodded and walked a little bit faster past the shop, remus matching your pace.

you slowed down and let out a breath. remus looked at you as if to ask "you sure you're okay?" to which you just nodded again.

"i'm fine remus. just saw... um, someone from school. just didn't wanna run into them is all," you lied.

he looked at you questioningly but let it go.

but once you saw the toy store it seemed everything was going to trigger your regression.

"i... need to use the toilet." you told remus, letting go of his hand. "i'll be back."

remus nodded and smiled. "alright. i have a store to go to that i'm not sure you'll like. i'll do that and be right back."

you smiled at your boyfriend and went to the bathroom, trying to keep yourself big. big kid thoughts. like taxes.

you came out after a few minutes and remus was outside, as he said he would be, with a paper bag in his hand.

"what'cha got there?" you asked. even though he said you wouldn't like the store you were still curious.

"nothing darling. how about some ice cream?" he suggested. "it's the best ice cream in london darling." he said excitedly. "just a scoop then we'll go back t'mine yeah?"

you smiled at his excitement and nodded in agreement. "alright. i can go for some ice cream." you agreed.

you and remus got your ice creams from florean fortescue and made your way back to his house. you two took the tube in london, taking it as far as you were allowed, and walked the rest of the way to his house in the country.

it wasn't too terrible a trip but you nervously tried to stop yourself from regressing. you were quieter than usual and remus noticed.

he draped an arm over your shoulders and squeezed your arm a bit. you're safe with me.

his parents weren't home, for which you were grateful, and you sat on his bed with him.

"y'know..." he started slowly. "i got you something while we were in diagon alley.

you were confused because he didn't say anything. "oh, remus... i didn't get you anything."

he shook his head and handed you the paper bag. "don't worry about that. i just... um... i think you should open it." he nodded toward the bag.

he seemed nervous about your reaction as you opened it. you kept an eye on remus as you opened the back and gasped at the stuffie remus bought for you.

it was the softest little niffler plush, as well as the cutest. "i love it remmy!" you squealed, nearly tackling your boyfriend to the ground.

"you gonna name it?" he asked. oh he knew what he was doing now... and you absolutely loved it!

you sat back on his bed and shrugged. "mmm, i dunno. wet's name 'im together." you smiled. remus sat next to you and draped an arm across your shoulders.

"hm..." remus tapped a finger against his chin in mock thought. "well, let's think. what are some of your absolute favorite things in the whole world?"

you made a face. "in da whole wide worl'?" you asked, to which remmy nodded. "wet's name 'im... remmy."

"remmy sounds like a good name, i like it."

"it's yours silly goose!" you giggled.

"mine?" he asked. "why, i've never heard it."

"silly goose."

"just know, it's okay little love. i still love you."

your little lip wobbled and you squeezed remus as hard as you could. "tanks 'emmy. luv u so so mush."

"i love you too."

[sitp-recs]

hi hello i’ve been compulsively playing hayday for the past 48 hours and am in desperate need of farm / cottagecore drarry, if you’ve read any new ones recently (bc i’ve literally gone through everything on your list you’re actually a godsend) i would appreciate it soooso much if you shared xxxx

Hi anon! That’s the cutest ask I’ve ever received haha I hope you enjoy these farm & cottagecore recs :)

To the Rhythm of the Waves by @tsauergrass (2020, G, 2.7k)

They found a lot of things together: the cottage, the garden, their lives, each other. Then one day, Harry finds a hammock.

Home is Where the Nifflers Are by @primavera-cerezos (2020, G, 4k)

Draco has a soft spot for animals with nowhere to go; soon his and Harry's small flat is bustling with adorable, semi-dangerous creatures.

Country Roads by maraudersaffair (2021, E, 8k)

On his farm, Harry grows magical crops and keeps magical creatures. His Muggle-Repelling and Masking Charms are not doing well and he’s attracting unwanted attention and suspicion from his Muggle neighbours. The Ministry sends Draco to make sure that everything abides to the International Statue of Secrecy.

the treehouse near primrose downs by @softlystarstruck (2022, M, 14k)

Draco and Harry have been roommates for years, so buying a magical house in the countryside shouldn’t be a big difference. But in between fresh loaves of bread and beds of wildflowers, things start to fall into place.

Life Is The Flower (For Which Love Is the Honey) by @bafflinghaze (2016, T, 15k)

The Malfoy Manor lands are lush and verdant. Bees hover over carpets of flowers, and ducks paddle in the pond. It is a place far removed from bustling London and pesky reporters; it is a place where Harry finds what—and who—he didn’t know he was missing.

amid this warm and steady sweetness by warmfoothills (2019, E, 21k)

Harry is not living in a period drama, no matter what his friends or his new house or Malfoy’s sudden affinity for horse-riding might suggest, and if one more person uses the word courting, he’s going to start hexing people.

What Makes a House a Home by @writcraft (2022, E, 27k)

Ten years after the Battle of Hogwarts Draco Malfoy wakes up in an unfamiliar house owned by none other than Harry Potter. Even stranger is the snow in September and a night sky without any stars. Naturally it’s a matter of life and death, because isn’t it always?

On Your Shore by @xanthippe74 (2020, M, 35k)

Clearing out a remote house full of cursed collectibles in the Outer Hebrides? Not a problem for an experienced curse breaker like Harry Potter. Spending a week with the straight, happily-married man that he’s starting to have feelings for? And sharing a bed with him at night? Surely Harry can handle that, too. But both the house and Draco Malfoy have secrets to uncover, and Harry might be in deeper water than he thought.

Through the May Air, Over the Ocean by @tsauergrass (2019, T, 45k)

Draco Malfoy never expected to find himself in Scotland or being stuck in a cottage with Potter—but wonders never cease. A story about warmth, a story about falling back in love. A story about a flock of sheep in the distant fells of Scotland.

The Bolthole by aideomai, GallaPlacidia and Tepre (2020, E, 54k)

Harry is a hoarder, Draco is grief-stricken, and both are capable human adults who can definitely spend a month in a cottage in the Cotswolds together without ever talking about the time they slept together in eighth year. Yeah, no, totally.

Sweet Creature by bananagege, bribitribbit (2018, T, 63k)

Harry loves his sheep, his dogs, the tranquil countryside farm he's turned into a home. He doesn't need Draco Malfoy screwing it all up. But, god, what else is he supposed to do about Draco Malfoy sleeping with a lamb in his bed?

The Kitchen Thieves (and the Kitchen Herself) by @potteresque-ire (2018, E, 67k)

In a deserted cottage miles away from Hogsmeade, two young spirits waited for a new owner to call the place home. One day, Auror Harry Potter bought the cottage. One evening, farm wizard Draco Malfoy showed up to spend the night with Harry...and steal a pepper shaker from the kitchen. Maybe Kate can tell you all about them? She’s the spirit who looks after the kitchen, and she’s got quite a bit to say…

all the western stars by @oflights (2022, E, 78k)

Draco is a Seer who has been struck with terrible, uncontrollable visions of the deaths of everyone around him, triggered by touch. He retreats to an Unplottable Black family cottage to research his condition and fix it. Things are going relatively well until Harry Potter shows up at the cottage with a furry condition of his own.

Knead by laughingd0g (2020, E, 83k)

This is not a story about Harry renovating Grimmauld Place. This is a story about coffee shops and brewpubs, about Ginny and Luna on a farm with creatures, about magical Oregon, coastal road trips, flying, friendship, and Draco Malfoy's lean arms.

Wild, orphaned (2016, E, 92k)

“No,” Harry said, by way of greeting. Malfoy’s blonde head rose slowly, carelessly. “Get out.” “I feel as though we’ve already established this, Potter,” Malfoy responded. “And I feel that what we established was that you telling me to get out of places really doesn’t make me more likely to vacate them.”

[leettle-prince]

If I won't get the whole vlog about Kibum's little adventure in Harry Potter Studio it's gonna be the crime against humanity (I mean me)

The cutest Potterhead ever 🫶

(I hope somebody bought him that Niffler plushie or I swear.....)

[tenebraevesper]

The cutest Niffler ever! X3

[decrsum]

He won't admit it, but Darcy thinks Nifflers are the cutest creatures alive. He'd keep one as a pet if he could.

[rosemelodyshah]

Who believes that James absolutely adores all kind of creatures.

And that he would win the Triwizard tournament in a blink of an eye because:

James: Look that's such a cute dragon!

James: *in baby voice to the dragon* Aren't you just the cutest dragon ever.

And he gets the egg first because the dragon is too shocked to react and because James very politely pointed out that it was not the dragons,

The school just crazy and his friends laughing because: James! Your giving a dragon Belly rubs!

A basilisk no prob, James takes his glasses of and strokes it, sharing some vanilla custard with it.

"Don't look at it, its not her fault!" He has named her and the school faints from confusion.

Mermaids, James will learn to talk to mermerish to communicate with them.

Centaurs, lets give them sweaters they feel cold in the winter...

Hagrid absolutely loves James because of this,

"The nifflers ran away!"

James: Oh nifflers, I am going to give you priceless artifacts if you come back.

The nifflers come back because they only ran away to get things from James for the hundredth time.

Rumour has it even unicorn likes him and thestrals eat from his hand.

[goldenlilium-ocs]

May 3rd, 1996.

“Did you just kiss me?”

Mattheo’s eyes were wide. His own heartbeat seemed to drown out the music drifting in from the common room. He tried to rewind the events of the evening in his head. The party had gotten too loud, so Mattheo had led his friend to a smaller room, utilised as a study area. He hadn’t let her drink too much, but she had proven to be a bit of a lightweight. The conversation had escalated from Mattheo’s oddly refined taste in wines to his unwilling softness around the Ravenclaw. A fact he couldn’t deny when the proof lay in their friendship. And then he was sure that she’d kissed him.

Glancing down at the girl, Juliette’s eyes were no wider than his, but her cheeks flushed pink. “Um, no?”

Mattheo leaned in closer. He could smell her perfume now. She always smelled sweet. “Yes, you did. You just kissed me, Bishop.”

There. The twitch in her jaw as she swallowed the truth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about because I didn’t kiss you.” She stepped back to put distance between them, attempting a laugh that came out strangled. “You’re drunk.”

Mattheo took a step closer, his lips curling upwards into a smirk. She could easily push him back and take control of the situation, but he liked when she didn’t. “I think I know when someone shoves their tongue down my throat.”

The shorter brunette scoffed. Her blush still burned as her arms crossed her chest. “I did not shove my tongue down your throat. That was hardly even a peck.”

Mattheo had sat through various classes on nifflers and kneezles, but this was by far the cutest sight he’d ever seen. She had all the height and fury of a pixie. “So you confess you kissed me?”

He could see the flash of surprise at being caught out in Juliette’s eyes before they narrowed once more with a scowl and she threw her hands up. “Godric, fine! I kissed you. It doesn’t have to happen again.”

His thumb brushed her lower lip, easing it out from beneath her teeth. “Well it wasn’t a bad kiss, as far as my experience goes. I don’t know why you were being so careful about it.” 

Juliette shuddered beneath him, but then she moved away, leaving him empty-handed. “Oh merlin, I’m not having this conversation with you. You’re loathsome.”

Mattheo chuckled, slipping his hands into his pockets as he tilted his head down at her. “Does that make me your beloathed?” At the lack of a reply, Mattheo leaned in once again. This time, his hands settled on the desk behind Juliette, caging her in his arms. “Let’s try that again. Did you kiss me, Bishop?”

He could see the switch in Juliette like a wand casting Lumos. Her flush didn’t fade, but her shoulders straightened as she leaned in closer. “So what if I did?”

He faltered for a moment. The rational part of his brain knew this was wrong. Guys like him didn’t get the girl. Girls like her didn’t go for people like him, especially when they’d already had someone perfect before. He was a flawed man, but his biggest flaw was her.

“You’re playing with fire, Bishop.” Mattheo breathed, his eyes searching hers.

“Okay? So burn with me.” A corner of her lips quirked up, and she tightened her arms around him. 

It took everything in him to resist, holding her at arms’ length. “I’m the last thing you need right now.”

“Would you rather I find someone else?”

His jaw clenched, eyes boring into hers. “No.”

“Then engulf me, Mattheo.”

So he did. 

Though it felt as though they were engulfing each other. Juliette’s hands flew to his hair as their lips met. The surrounding space became a burst of colour. All he could feel was warmth. Juliette’s warmth. Her lips pressed against his and her hand stroking his hair. One taste of Juliette and Mattheo realised he had been starved his entire life. Her lithe body pressed into his while he cradled her, shielding her from the blast radius. The way she surrendered to him almost made him jump back in surprise. She trusted him with so much more than her life, but with her heart. It was the greatest honour he’d ever beheld. He kissed her as if he had searched his way through time, space and reality just to reach her. He set his hands on her thighs to steady her, then moved them up to her waist. She wasn’t something to own; she was something to treasure. Merlin, if she kept holding him like that he wasn’t sure he could ever let her go. She had some maddening ability to addict and satisfy all at once.

It was the unfortunate need for oxygen that eventually tore the two apart. Now the two both wore an identical flush, panting through wide grins. She was the starlight to his darkness.

“I don’t deserve this. You.” He sighed.

Juliette’s smile slipped away with the humourless laugh that left her lips as she stepped away. “No. We’re not doing this.”

“Doing what?” He tried to reach for her, not wanting to let go of the contact.

“The whole holding back thing. You don’t get to tell me I deserve better, okay? That’s for me to decide. That’s my choice. Just because I’ve been grieving doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.”

“But you do deserve better.” Mattheo said quietly. “We don’t make sense together.”

“Who said we need to make sense? If we’re wrong for each other in the long game, then at least we’ve enjoyed it. Life’s too short to worry about whether we’re making a mistake.”

Mattheo swiped his tongue along his lower lip, refraining from arguing back. She deserved to be heard. “You’re not going to stop fighting this until you’ve worn me down, are you?”

She huffed, turning her gaze to the window, but stood her ground. “I’m not that stubborn.”

“Yes, you are.” Mattheo’s lips quirked upward. “I like that about you.”

Juliette’s smile was just barely visible, but it was a beacon to Mattheo. “I just know what I want. And if you want that too, then why should we bother with the excuses?.”

Her words softened Mattheo enough to push his thoughts away. His eyes fell on the pendant around Julie’s neck. Maybe this was it, the moment Cedric repaid the favour he owed to Mattheo. Maybe now it was up to him not to screw it up.

“Want to try not being so careful about it this time?”

Juliette’s grin returned. Mattheo had little time to think about how it made his heart thaw as he lifted her back onto the desk and made sure the witch knew how much he wanted this too. Kissing her felt like kissing the stars. She was the horizon, and nothing else existed beyond. Maybe Mattheo deserved a little light in his life too.

[mysticalobservationlady]

My depression has been cured!

😍❤️

[irrlichtlein]

Giant Niffler! Giant Niffler!!

[poirot]

omg your niffler icons are so cute!

agajhs thank you so much omg I’m so glad you like it, ali 💖💖

[cienie-isengardu]

Niffler in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

[sitp-recs]

Ooh. Do we still do the fic recs based on a word? Can you do cats? Or pets if it's easier? I'm a sucker for stories featuring characters taking care of animals.

Hi anon! Yes absolutely 😍🙌 love these, por que no los dos?? By the way I haven’t read it yet but @oflights’ new fic features ginger kittens and I bet it’s the cutest thing!

Cats

To Tame a Kitten (is to love) by @tsauergrass (G, 14k)

After the war, Harry finds solace in fostering orphaned kittens. One day, a kitten appears on his door step without explanation—and attacks him! Taking it in, he quickly finds that this kitten is nothing ordinary.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (T, 22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

Breathe In (and Feel No Hurt) by Constance1 (T, 38k)

A tale of love, loss, and of finding hope again. Or the story of how Draco turned into a house-cat in order to secretly bother a depressed Harry Potter until he was no longer feeling sorry for himself.

Pets

Home is Where the Nifflers Are by @primavera-cerezos (G, 4k)

Draco has a soft spot for animals with nowhere to go; soon his and Harry's small flat is bustling with adorable, semi-dangerous creatures.

and they called it puppy love by @pineau-noir (T, 6k)

Or five times Draco unsuccessfully tries to get his and Harry's Crups to mate and the one time they're successful.

Partners of the Four-Legged Variety by carpemermaid (E, 18k)

The Auror Department is instating a K9 Crup Unit, and Harry is the first to sign up. Turns out the professional trainer is Draco Malfoy, and he has to live with Harry as part of the Crup training programme.