Summary: Can a Niffler help Newt meet the one?
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader
Warning: none.
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âWhere did that little bugger run off to this time?â Newt muttered as he scowered the crowded streets of Paris in search of his Niffler.
Many gasp and exclamations of distress were uttered from everyone he bumped into in a rush to find the cleptomaniac.
The sounds and commotion of the streets didnât deter him from his goal until he heard a soft feminine voice coming from a table at a sidewalk cafe.
âNo, Niffler.â Your voice was firm but still held a gentleness in your tone.
Newt halted crashing into a few gentlemen. He apologized profusely and then turned trying to spot the woman probably being robbed by his Niffler.
What he saw outstanded him. Sitting on a small table was a young woman and on top of the table was Niffler. He had built a small pile of jewels in front of the woman and kept taking out more treasures from his pouch and pushing them towards the lady.
Newt aproached carefully curious about what was going on. Niffler was behaving like never before.
âNiffler, I donât want jewelry.â You said with a soft giggle when the tiny creature kept giving you rings, earrings and necklaces.
The Niffler stopped and turned his head in contemplation. He reached into his pouch and started putting gold coins on the table.
Your harmonious laughter carried through the streets. âI donât want money either. Iâm alright.â
The Niffler looked about as confused as anyone could look.
âExcuse me, miss.â Newt finally announced his presence startling both you and the Niffler.
âOh, this has a very resonable explanation.â You said pushing the pile of jewels and money towards the creature who began quickly stuffing them back in his pouch.
âOh, I know.â Newt answered giving an awkward laugh. He made brief eye contact with you and froze. Your eyes looked like beautiful (Y/E/C) gems. Niffler noticed the interaction between you two and quickly stood. He marched up to you and gently placed his paws on your cheeks, turning your shiny eyes back to him.
You laughed and petted Niffler.
âSo heâs your Niffler?â You asked.
âYes, he keeps escaping. Any excuse to get his hands on something shiny.â He said and took a few steps closer. The Niffler glared at him.
âWell he was giving stuff away this time.â You said gently and in a joking tone.
âYes, I noticed. It was rather odd behavior. I didnât understand until-â he cut himself off embarrassed of his own theory.
âUntil what?â You asked curiously turning your gaze towards him and setting the Niffler on your lap when you saw he was going to protest.
âUntil I saw your eyes.â He said and stared at his feet which were shifting uncomfortably.
You smiled and blinked a few times intending to tease him. âWhat about my eyes?â You asked.
You shifted your gaze down to the creature in your lap. âDo you like my eyes?â You asked it in a cute voice. Like youâd speak to a baby. The Niffler quickly stood and nodded reaching up towards your face.
âAre my eyes shiny then?â You asked the strange man before you.
âThey actually resemble precious gems.â He answered looking up but avoiding your gaze again when he saw the very gems he spoke of.
You analized him before extending your hand towards him. âIâm Y/N Y/L/N.â you waited for him to take your delicate hand.
Newt nodded and quickly shook your hand. âNewt Scamander.â He said and startled when you gasped.
âYouâreâŠyouâre the author!â You exclaimed, excited.
âUh..yes. I am.â He said and ran his fingers through his hair in the nervous habit he had.
You quickly reached into your purse and pulled out said book. âI havenât finished it but it has been fantastic so far.â You gushed excitedly.
âYouâre reading it? Wow. IâmâŠIâm glad you like it.â He was amazed that someone so quickly liked his book. Heâd been hoping to teach and sensibilize heâs fellow wizards but he thought itâd take time.
âCan IâŠIâm sorryâŠI justâŠwould you sign my book?â You asked shyly your cheeks tinting red.
âOh! Of course.â He said and searched his pockets for a quill.
You noticed him coming up empty so you turned your dazzling smile towards Niffler. âSweetheart, do you have a pen?â You asked while mimicking the movement of writing.
The niffler searched in his pouch and produced a solid gold pen.
âUh! Brilliant taste, sweetheart.â You complemented and patted his head. You passed the pen and book towards Newt.
Your fingers brushed as you exchanged the materials and both felt sparks run up and down your spines.
âTo Y/N, the Niffler whisperer. Thank you for making my night. Much care, Newt Scamander.â He whispered as he wrote. âThere!â He said and handed it back to you.
You read it and laughed. âThank you, Mr. Scamander.â You said and batted your eyes at him making his knees go weak and his mouth dry.
He cleared his throat and pulled on his shirt collar. âItâs not a problem at all.â
You turned back around to the Niffler and kissed his beak. âItâs time for you to go back with Mr. Scamander.â You told him.
The Niffler protested and reached for your face. You let him touch it and stare at your eyes.
âItâs alright, sweetheart.â You said smiling. Newt took a step and pried the depressed Niffler from the table and then put him back in the case.
âIt was nice to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N.â He said fixing his coat.
âLikewise, Mr. Scamander.â You replied sweetly.
You looked at each other for a few seconds before Newt nodded and walked away. Your eyes followed him till the crowd enveloped him and he was nowhere to be found.
âSurprise!!â Newt was startled by the greeting.
He turned to see his old friends standing inside his suitcase. He was most surprised to see Jacob.
âHow?âŠâ he tried to formulate his question.
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