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*Fluff/Cute
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You carefully mixed the calming potion for the Graphorn’s food. One had come down with a small infection and had become fussy during treatment. As Newt came over to you, you turned to hand him the potion, carefully as to not spill any.
Newt smiled at you as he stopped to take it, as he grabbed it, he placed his hands over yours, carefully taking the cup from your hands. You weren’t surprised at how soft his hands were, but you found yourself slightly alarmed at the amount of contact Newt applied. As he turned away, avoiding eye contact, you saw a hint of red on his ears. You smiled lightly, you were sure the heat rising up your own neck might be visible as well.
You pushed the feeling down as you assumed it was not on purpose, just Newt being careful, though the lingering thought of his touch remained on your mind throughout the day. And your suspicions of whether it was on purpose or not grew when later that day it happened again.
Cleaning up part of the workshop, you hummed quietly to yourself, unaware of Newt’s presence behind you as he watched you sweep. “Y/n?” He asked softly, causing you to spin around and look at him. He took a few steps closer, eyes flicking from the floor to your face “Would it be too much of me to ask for you to go get some Aconite and Myrtle? I seem to have run out.”
You smiled at him “Of course not. I don’t mind. I need to grab a few things anyway’s. Let me just finish sweeping and I’ll go.”
“Oh, no that’s alright, I’ll finish.” He said as he stepped a bit closer. Reaching out he grabbed the broom, his hand placed just below yours, his top two fingers now resting on your hand.
Your eyes flicked from his hand to his face as he avoided meeting your eyes. You repressed a smile “Are you sure?”
“Yes, of course.” He nodded with a soft, almost shy smile.
“Alright.” You replied softly as you gently pulled your hand away, feeling subtle disappointment at the lack of Newt’s touch.
As you left the case, your mind refused to focus on anything else for the rest of the day. You had grown fond of Newt, much more than you had thought you could be at first, so now the idea that he may feel the same plagued your thoughts relentlessly.
- - - - -
It had been a few days now, since Newt seemed to develop a fondness for subtle touches of the hand. Anytime you handed something to one another, is hand would brush yours.
You never mentioned it, not knowing if it was truly on purpose, or maybe Newt was just getting more comfortable around you. If you made it obvious you noticed, he might feel embarrassed and stop.
Wrapping you coat lightly around you, you followed Newt to the ladder to leave the case. You were heading to meet up with a contact of Newts who had a lead on a possible injured Augurey near the city.
Climbing up the ladder after Newt, you were surprised when he knelt down and offered out his hand to help you the rest of the way up. Newt was always polite, but usually only gently grabbed your elbow as you exited to make sure you didn't stumble.
You reached out your hand and took his, as he gently rose and helped you rise faster out of the case. Once you stood up outside of the case you smiled at him "Tank you Newt."
He smiled and nodded "Of course." Letting go of your hand slowly he cleared his throat a bit before kneeling down and closing the case. As he stood up he looked around "Alright, let's go."
You watched him for a moment before following behind, your heart beating a little heavier than before as your mind remained on him.
- - -
"Oh, I'm so glad we found him." You said while letting out a relieved sigh.
"Yes, me too." Newt said with a smile.
You managed to find the Augurey outside the city in a park. He was very shy and quite afraid when you first approached him, but with both you and Newt's kind and soft voices, he calmed down a bit. Plus with the help of one of Newt's own Augurey's, you managed to convince the newer Augurey to enter the case. Newt would treats it's wounds later once it acclimated.
Now you were walking through the park back to Newts home. The sky was beginning to get dark as the sun was setting, and a cool breeze was blowing past you.
You felt a jolt of nervousness when you felt your shoulder brush Newt's as you realized you were walking quite close to one another. Then, as the back of his hand seemed to brush yours you were afraid he might step away from you. Or maybe you should. Should you? You didn't want to, you liked being close to him.
Lost in your nervous thoughts, your mind went blank when you suddenly felt Newts hand slip into yours as he began to hold it. You glanced down at his hand, and up at his face.
He was staring straight ahead, but a blush was evident on his face. You could also tell he was repressing a small smile. You felt a smile spread across your own face as you looked ahead as well. You tightened your hand a bit, squeezing his gently, a silent admission, and an acceptance of his.
As you walked the rest of the way back to Newt's home in a comfortable silence. You were both sharing the same thoughts. You could get used to this. It felt right. It felt perfect.
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Newt nimbly dove to the side as a large paw came raking through the dirt. A growl and snarl met his movements as he threw himself through the dirt and jumped to his feet, his wand flying out of his sweaty hands.
The roars of the beast's heads sent Pickett scrambling up Newt's jacket and into his hair in an attempt to hide. Eyes darting to her friend's wand discarded in the dirt, Newt's companion, (Y/n), bravely called out in order to get the beasts attention, drawing it's focus from the man who reached up to sloppily relocate a certain small, green creature from his hair.
"C'mere!" Loudly She yelled, stealing it's attention. Her eyes widened as three snarling heads spun in her direction, the canine's hackles straight up in the air as it whipped towards her.
"Then why are you yelling at me?" She objected, throwing herself into a clumsy roll over the ground in order to avoid a very large paw that tried to practically smack her straight out of existence. With a huff, she spit out the dirt she had gotten in her mouth before her eyes darted up just as the beast made a leap to pounce on her.
"Newt-!" She found herself screeching, barely managing to roll to the side and scramble to her feet. Newt barely managed to shove Pickett safely into his pocket before clambering over to his wand. He scooped it up with a lazy hand before (Y/n) darted towards him.
The beast was hot on her heels, however, as (Y/n) bowled down Newt, they both yelled as the three headed dog's jaws snapped at their feet.
Quickly struggling to their feet, the two glanced at each other before turning their gazes to the creature. Both their eyes widened, before (Y/n) burst into action. The beast rushed towards them, paws flying and an angry glare in its eyes, lashing it's paws out and sending slobber everywhere.
Reacting quickly, (Y/n) began to shove Newt out of the way, trying to move both herself and the man from the giant dog's path before teeth connected with her shoulder. Newt watched as a screech left her lips as the dog threw her across the room. A sickening crunch caused the man to reel back and a wince to cross his face as his companion slammed into a nearby tree. Her body tumbled to the ground, limp as she laid curled in the dirt, unconsciously curled around her new, raw injuries.
The cracks of her body replied in his mind for just a moment, before Newt drew in a sharp breath. He watched his beast wheel around to face him. The dog's heads lowered threateningly as it snapped it's jaws at him, blood mixed into the drool dripping from beneath the middle head's tongue. The canine's hackles were so stiff in the air they seemed to tremble at the effort.
Eyes still darting to the precious girl on the floor, he muttered, "That's it." Lifting his wand, he had a hard glare in his eye. He understood this animal had been abused- the scars running down it's side proved it- but the way it lashed out and attacked was reason enough to put it under a sleep like trance.
"Immobulus!" Newt shouted, and before he could even blink the animal slowly crumpled to the ground, automatically filling the case with the rumble of it's snores. And yet, the earth-shaking breaths still seemed quiet compared to the loud growls from before.
Without a second thought, Newt rushed to (Y/n)'s side. A worried breath left his lips as he looked down at her. Kneeling beside her frame, he took in all the blood that was slowly seeping from the obvious, ragged teeth marks that had torn through her shirt.
Deciding he needed to act fast, he swore under his breath followed by a quick apology to the girl. Sticking his wand deep inside one of the wounds, he muttered a healing spell.
"Altum sanitatum," He repeated over and over again, each time having to plunge his poor, bloody tipped wand into a new tear in (Y/n)'s flesh and slowly dragging it across the raw, open muscle there.
(Y/n) began to rouse, whimpering as her hand reached out to grasp at seemingly anything in reach. Gently, Newt laid a hand on her forehead, shushing her as he finished up. He ignored when her weak hand gently grasped at his pants, only finishing his work as quickly as possible. Then, he awkwardly wiggled his arms under her form, before lifting her into the air with a slight struggle, seeing as he was still sitting by the time he had gathered her into his arms.
Quickly, Newt rushed back to his cabin, unknowingly drawing the attention of a worried demiguise who trailed behind. Kicking open the door, Newt hurried to haphazardly fling everything off his desk with his elbows. Then, slowly and carefully, he laid the girl in his arms on the desk. Cradling her head in the nook of his arm, his hand fluttered down to the new scars on her exposed shoulder.
Gulping, the quiet man shuffled back on his feet, eyes glancing over the bloody, torn fabric. Just in that moment, he noticed Pickett had at some point clambered clumsily out of his pocket. The silly little creature was grasping at (Y/n)'s chin- apparently trying to wake her.
Newt decided to leave Pickett with the girl- knowing she would find it a comfort when she woke- and softly leaned back against the table behind him. Without a word, he watched over her as he waited for her to wake. Dougal joined him, wide golden eyes latched onto the girl as he curled up into Newt's side.
The minute her eyes fluttered open, Newt rushed forward. He had to stop himself, remind himself that she was just injured- he needed to be careful with her.
"(Y/n)?" His voice gently called. Slowly, her eyes drifted over to him, before being dragged to the tiny creature that hopped up and down on her chest, fighting with Newt for her attention.
Quietly clearing his throat, Newt once again tried to earn her focus, "(Y/n)."
Finally, her eyes connected with his. Newt fought the urge to look away, hide his eyes, reminding himself that at the moment she was his patient.
"Newt?" Her voice was groggy, confused. "My side-"
"What about your side?" Cautiousness thrown to the wind and long forgotten, the man practically jumped on her. His hand connected with her shirt, and without really thinking about it he tugged it up. Sickly yellow and purple marks were beginning to appear on her skin. Thick, blue veins crawled through the mess of colour and disappeared past the marks. All around leading to under her, her skin was an angry, agitated red.
"Newt," (Y/n) complained, shoving her shirt back down.
Stuttering even in his mind, Newt licked his lips before explaining, "I'm- I'm sorry, (Y/n), but I think you may have some broken ribs. I don't quite know- Well, I do- but I don't- I know a spell but I've never used it before-"
Dougal's hand gripped onto the back of Newt's pants leg. The poor man nearly jumped out of his skin, glancing down to the small animal who looked up at him with a disapproving stare. Taking a moment to calm himself, Newt's eyes flickered nervously back to the girl in front of him. Unfortunately, Newt took note of the fact that (Y/n) was being extremely patient with him. She was in pain, and yet she was so used to his rambling awkwardness that her careful, steady (e/c) eyes encouraged him as her lips turned up in a patient smile. Honestly, it just made him more nervous.
Swallowing his ridiculous fears, Newt muttered, "I can try the spell if you want me to."
"What is it?" (Y/n) asked, shuffling uncomfortably, hand moving to gently brush at her bruised side.
"Ferula. It wouldn't do much-" Newt suddenly rushed out, huffing before trying to slow himself down. "But it will support the broken bones, and I believe ease any pain you might have-"
"Do it," (Y/n) suddenly encouraged him, hand moving to latch onto one of his.
Astounded, Newt gulped slightly, eyes shifting slightly before he asked, "That quickly?"
"Yes," Once again, (Y/n) jumped on her reply. Licking his lips, Newt took a couple shuffling steps back. (Y/n) released his hand, letting her arm hang off the table in an attempt to keep it out of the way. With another gulp, Newt pulled out his wand, and hovered it over the bruises.
"Ferula," He tried his best to enunciate, not wanting to mess up the spell. The minute a relieved sigh flew from (Y/n)'s lips, he felt his entire body relax. Shoulders slumping forward, he lowered his wand.
"You're still going to have to take it easy," He stated the exact minute it came to mind. "Especially after the scare you gave me. I was so scared I don't think I even realised I was scared."
"That didn't make sense," (Y/n) replied with a snort, slowly easing herself into a sitting position, scooping Pickett into one of her hands and gently resting him on her shoulder.
"Maybe it wasn't supposed to," Newt sassed, tucking his wand away carefully. A sudden confidence brought about by worry urged through him, and gingerly Newt reached forward. His hand rested underneath (Y/n)'s chin, and he raised her face to look him straight in the eye. Confused yet intrigued, (Y/n) locked eyes with him.
"I want you to be more careful from now on," A protective edge fell upon his voice, his beautiful eyes flickering between her own. "I'm serious. Sometimes we both forget- these animals can be dangerous. Just like us, when they're scared they lash out. We both need to be more careful."
Letting out a soft breath of air, (Y/n) nodded, "I don't think you really needed to tell me that. I think the broken ribs were lesson enough."
Rolling his eyes, Newt's gaze flickered down to Dougal, who still had one of his hands clamped around Newt's pants. A warm, fond light shimmered in his eyes as he glanced back up to (Y/n). Her joking, tired smile brought a grin of his own to his lips. Hesitantly, he let his hands carefully grasp hers. He watched happily as the smile on her face grew, a giggle escaping her chest.
"It's the thought that counts," He declared quietly, a soft blush taking over his cheeks.
If Newt didn't know it was true, the poor man would be so lost and confused. But every moment she turned away- the girl he adored, completely and utterly loved- he couldn't help but admire her. He would laugh when she tried to pick something up, putting a supportive hand under her stomach and wobbly squatting down to pick something up. Even when two seconds later she plopped herself on the ground with a frustrated sweat, he found her adorable.
(Y/n) was carrying his child. Inside of her, there was a growing, living being. She was growing and nourishing his child. He already loved her before- but this- this he could hardly handle. Newt could just barely look at her, see her waddling around with this giant, stretched belly, and his entire chest would clench and twist in on itself with so much love and affection it was painful.
And to think- his child. He was going to be a father, a secret ambition. Easy to pick up on, really, if you paid attention to his life style- but he never spoke about it out loud.
Newt could already tell the baby was going to be a trouble maker, just from how much they would kick and flail and overall cause their mother discomfort. Thinking about it always made Newt chuckle to himself, because he would remember the time Tina had gotten what might have been the biggest scare of her life.
Newt had been softly rubbing oils into (Y/n)'s belly- when all of a sudden, a small little hand stuck out. You could see every little finger of the baby's hand. Poor Tina had just clambered down the stairs to bring down one of Queenie's soups (the one that (Y/n) adores, of course) when she turned around and saw a small little hand sticking out from underneath the skin of one of her closest friends.
The poor woman shrieked and dropped the soup, before bursting out in laughter when the little hand disappeared, much to Newt's disappointment. It was, however, an overall hilarious situation in the moment.
Suddenly, Newt was drawn from his thoughts and memories. A loud crash and small shriek had just called his attention from the shack. He looked down to the Demiguise he cradled, and upon meeting eyes with the creature, gently placed him on the ground. Dougal patiently sat where he was, watching with the usual wide eyes as Newt darted off towards the loud noise.
Skidding to a stop outside the door, Newt entered his home to find his heart stop for just a moment. Curled up on the floor, (Y/n) had a hand pressed to her forehead. She cried, and cried, weeping to herself over who knows what as a broken flower vase lay forgotten by her bare feet.
A sob left her body, and she threw her hands to her sides, staring up at him with big, blood shot eyes and a quivering lip, "I can't do this anymore. I am so ready for this to be over with."
Swallowing a sigh, Newt shuffled forward before carefully seating himself on the floor in front of her, prepared to listen.
"Being pregnant- it, it's awful. I was so ready to have that beautiful pregnancy glow but my hips hurt and I keep throwing up over the smallest things- and I've gained so much weight I can't fit into any of my old clothes," (Y/n) complained, completely and utterly frustrated with everything and everyone in the world.
"Your hips still hurt?" Newt asked quietly, reaching forward to gently rub her knee. "When was the last time you took your potion?"
Another frustrated, angry sob passed (Y/n)'s lips as she cried and stared at the floor, "I forgot."
Newt knew this really wasn't the time to smile and adore her, but by God, he couldn't help it. A small grin came over his face, and his grip on her knee tightened a bit as he watched her shake. If she was complaining, he knew she was alright. If she wasn't complaining- then he knew it was bad.
"It's alright, love," He comforted her, the glint never leaving his eye. "I'll fetch it for you."
Another tear slid down (Y/n)'s face, but she nodded as her gaze stayed glued to the wood beneath her, "Okay."
Standing up with a small huff, Newt bent forward and pressed a tender kiss to his lover's hair. Goodness, how he loved her.
(The whole hand thing is based off of a story of when my mother was pregnant with me. Apparently, I just stuck my hand out and left it there while she was super far along, and freaked out a waitress while my parents were at Apple Bees.)
