#newt scamander reader insert

[strangewhitegirl321]

Injured (Newt Scamander)

{Not my gif.}

Words: 1746

Unedited.

Originally posted to my Wattpad account.

   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.

   "(Y/n)-" Newt cried. "Don't! He's already startled- anymore loud noises-"

   "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.

(A.N.- I hope you enjoyed.)

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How Many Freckles Do You Have? (Newt x Reader)

I know there have been things like this before, but it’s something short and sweet!

Y/N/N: Your nickname

If one thing was for sure about the daily appearance of Newt Scamander, it was the dozens upon dozens of beautiful freckles that littered his skin--and you loved them.  They were just one more thing that added to the uniqueness of him.

However, Newt didn’t love his freckles half as much as you did.  In fact, he didn’t like the at all.

Newt saw them as ugly and distracting, wishing they could just get up and leave.  He figured there was some sort of spell for that, but didn’t want to risk it.  Newt wasn’t the type of person to constantly degrade his appearance in a mirror, but he knew the freckles were always there.

Both you and your fiancee Newt were sitting on the sofa, your legs swung over Newt’s, going over the newest and most recent chapter of his book on the Mooncalves.

“Did you know that during a Mooncalf mating ritual, it leaves odd geometric patterns in wheat fields that confused muggles?”  Newt said enthusiastically.

“You’ve only told me about seven times,” you laughed.  Newt blushed.  “But I admire how passionate you are about your work, you know that.”  You were starting to get tired.  “Love, can we stop here for tonight?”

Newt nodded and closed his journal.  “Of course.  Are you getting tired?”

You shook your head.  “I still have a few more minutes.  I just wanted some nice quiet time with you.”

You got up from your comfy seat and went to the kitchen to make two cups of tea.  When you came back, Newt hadn’t budged.  All he had done was set his book on the coffee table in front of him.  You handed him one of the cups.

“Thank you, Y/N/N.”

“Anytime,” you replied as you sat back down next to him.

You each sat there in silent for a few moments, simply enjoying the feeling of the other one and a nice cup of tea.  You turned your head to observe Newt’s face.  His beautiful whatever-freaking-color-they-are eyes, perfect soft hair, pink lips, and your absolute favorite: his freckles that adorned his features in the most perfect way.

“Love?  What exactly are you staring at?” Newt asked, noticing that you were staring at him.

“How many freckles do you have?” you said nonchalantly.

Newt furrowed his eyebrows and chuckled.  That was one of the most unexpected responses.  “I’m not sure… too many, that’s all I know.”

“What do you mean ‘too many’?” you frowned as you took a sip of your tea.

He shrugged.  “I don’t like them.  They’re ugly.”

You nearly choked on your tea.  “That’s one of the most absurd things I’ve ever heard you say.  Your freckles are adorable!  They complement you perfectly.”  You kissed his cheek.  “Adorable freckles on an adorable man.  What’s a better combination?”

Newt shyly smiled at your compliment.  “Thank you, dear.  I guess they do kind of fit me.”  Newt kissed your cheek.

You stroked his cheek, admiring his cute lil freckles.  “Can I count them?”

Newt tilted his head and chuckled.  “You can sure try.”

“Can I connect them with ink and see if it makes a shape?”

“Now you’re stretching it.”

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[weascleys]

Apology

request: reader (or me tbh) x newt going to Hogwarts pls thanks (by @huffinpuffle)

pairing: Newt Scamander/Reader

warnings: none, fluffy af

words: 875 (this is the shortest thing i’ve written in AGES) 

You walked hurriedly down the corridors of Hogwarts, your nose buried into your Care of Magical Creatures book. You just couldn’t get enough of it! This must be your third or fourth time reading it, but each time you picked it up you found new details that you had missed the previous time. Care of Magical Creatures was by far your favorite class at school. How could it not be? Actually getting to interact with and care for Magical Creatures. Amazing! You received a great deal of harassment from other students for being so absorbed in the subject, most people said that you cared more for animals than you did humans. It was quite annoying, but you didn’t pay it any attention. You had your friends and your creatures, what did you care what others thought?

Just as you were getting to a particularly interesting section on Horklumps you collided with something warm and solid, papers and your book flying every which way. You felt the burn on your knees as they hit the stone floor of the corridor and the flesh was scraped against it. Thank goodness that your hands broke part of the fall so your head didn’t crack open! You could hear the laughter of other students around you as the person you collided with scrambled to help you up.

It was Newt Scamander. A fellow outcast. He had been scribbling more notes onto a roll of parchment and was not paying attention, thus resulting in the dramatic collision the two of you. Parchment was sticking haphazardly out of his pockets and his satchel so when you ran into you parchment flew everywhere. Newt had a tendency to float along in his own little world when he was taking notes on creatures. Your guess was that he had just gotten back from examining some creature in the Forbidden Forest and was updating his findings.

Newt clumsily got up first, robes and hair in complete disarray from the fall, and crouched down beside you. “Are you okay?” He asked nervously, his eyes not meeting yours. He stood up and offered his hand to you.

You accepted his hand gladly and allowed him to pull you up. “Yes, thank you,” You replied just as nervously, your face flushing red. You brushed your hands over your robes to get off the little bit of dust that had gotten on them. You hissed as you once again noticed the pain in your knees and hands. Newt seemed to notice too.

“Oh!” Newt said. “I’m so sorry. Here, let me.” He took out his wand and pointed it at your knees. “Episkey.” Your knees felt very hot and then you felt a cool sensation and the pain there evaporated. Once that was taken care of he gestured awkwardly to your hands and you held out your palms to him. He cast the healing spell on those as well. Was he blushing too?

Without looking at you, he picked up your book and handed it to you. Before you could even thank him he was about gathering his own scattered papers. You stuffed your book into your bag and began to help him with picking up.

You both straightened up and you were much closer to him than you had expected. Your nose was almost touching his adam’s apple. You blushed an even deeper shade of red than you had before and you became extremely aware of the other students watching you. You took a giant step backwards and extended your arm to him, your hand filled with his notes. He accepted them clumsily.

“I’m sorry that I ran into you,” You mumbled to him, your eyes darting anywhere but Newt.

“No no,” New said, “I’m the one that should be apologizing. I should have watched where I was going. Plus, you’re the one whose knees got all bloodied up.”

You pushed a stray hair behind your ear and felt more color rise into you face and neck. You must have looked like a tomato at this point! “Really, Newt, it’s okay.”

“You know my name?”

“Well, of course I know your name!” You said. “How could I not? I think you’re the only person in the school who like creatures as much as I do.”

For the first time, Newt’s eyes met yours. Quite excitedly too. “You like creatures?”

You felt a smile creeping onto your face and you nodded, not quite knowing what to say. You and Newt were truthfully very awkward and the growing number of people watching your exchange with him was not helping.

You glanced around you at all the curious eyes and embarrassment flooded your stomach. “Well,” you said, “I really should be going now.” You gathered up every little bit of nerve that you had in you and stood on your toes, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “Thank you again and maybe I’ll see you at dinner.” Before anything else happened you turned on your heel and began to walk away as fast as your legs could move.

“Yes, you’re welcome,” Newt said quietly as he watched you retreat. He rested his fingers on where your lips had touched his cheek, a ghost of a smile on his face.

[strangewhitegirl321]

Adoration (Newt Scamander)

{Not my gif.}

Words: 739

Originally posted to my Wattpad account.

   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.

   "Dear?" Newt softly called, eyes glued to (Y/n)'s shaking body. "What happened?"

   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.)

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Dating Modern!Newt Scamander Would Include...

Again--short--but it’s somethin!

His passion is still definitely beasts, no doubt

He’s fascinated by the high-tech muggle appliances, or just anything muggle related in general, much like Arthur Weasley

You both meet when you each bump into each other on your way to the same telephone booth to transport to the Ministry

Being the gentleman he is, he shyly apologized and let you go first

This happened everyday for three weeks until you finally decided to make the first move

“If we always bump into each other like this, you might as well ask me out.”

*Flash forward to three months into your relationship*

Since you’re muggleborn, you’re able to share your common knowledge on the muggle contraptions Newt is oh-so fascinated by

“That’s an iPhone.  It’s one of the most popular muggle tools to date.”

“What’s it used for?”

“It’s mainly used to send messages and talk to people that are long distances away.”

“Why don’t they just apparate there?  It’s far more quicker and it seems like a lot less work tha--oh wait.  My bad, they’re muggles.”

He’s just ?? So?? Cute??

You make the mistake of introducing Newt to Netflix

That calls for non-stop binge watching of:  The Office, Parks and Rec, Stranger Things, Supernatural, Sherlock--etc.

Newt’s definitely a huge Johnlock and Destiel shipper

Don’t bother asking how many times Newt’s burned himself on the stove--it’s too many

“Why doesn’t the bloody thing immediately cool off when you turn it off!?

“Couldn’t tell you that, babe.”

“... it’s stupid.”

New imagine coming later today or tomorrow morning~

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Rainy Days (Newt x Reader)

For whatever reason all the power went out in my neighborhood yesterday morning and this little idea poofed in my head!

It was a bright and sunny Saturday, the day of the week you and Newt always had work off.  It had become a weekly tradition for you both to always take a morning stroll around the bustling London area on rare days when the Sun was smiling upon everyone instead of being shut out by towering pillars of gray clouds.

Your hand was loosely holding Newt’s as you admired the beautiful scenery.  So much, that you didn’t seem to notice the dark clouds blanketing the sky until it was too late.

You felt something wet hit your shoulder, and looked up.  “Uh... Newt?  Is it supposed to rain today?”

Newt looked up as well.  “I’m not sure, but we should probably get back to the flat before we’re a soggy mess.”

As if Newt jinxed everybody outside that day, it began to pour.

“Bloody Hell!”  You exclaimed.  “Well, we’d better hurry up!”

Neither you or Newt had an actual umbrella on you, and you weren’t going to use your wands, for fear a muggle might notice.  You ducked under any awning you could, but you and your clothes were still extremely soaked.

Finally, you reached the door to your flat.  You unlocked the door and you both stepped inside, closing the door behind you.  Out of pure habit, Newt wiped his feet on the doormat.  You giggled.

He looked at you oddly.  “What is it?”  He then followed your gaze and looked at the puddles of dripping water forming on the hardwood floor from the water dripping from his sopping blue coat.  “Oh...”

You chuckled.  “Yeah, love, wiping some mud off your shoes isn’t going to help the mess we’re making just by standing at the front door.”

You took out your wand and shot a spell at the fireplace, causing orange flames to erupt and crackle from the logs.

You went straight into mother hen mode.  “Love, you’re shivering, and I don’t want either of us to catch a cold.  Go take off all your clothes, towel off, and put on something  new.  Then hang your wet clothes in front of the fireplace.  I’ll do the same and then make us some nice hot tea, okay?”

Newt nodded and went off to do exactly as you’d instructed.  You followed suit, and then busied yourself in the kitchen making two cups of tea.

When you came back, tea in hand, you found Newt sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace bundled under a huge pile of fluffy and soft blankets.  (I know what you’re thinking... how could someone already so soft become even more soft?)

“Is there room for one more?”

Newt tilted his head up to see you standing there.  He grinned.  “Of course, my love,” he replied cheekily as he scooted over to make room for you.

You climbed under the warm blankets and handed Newt one of the teacups.

“You’re an angel, Y/N,” he said as he sipped his tea and cuddled up to you.

“Oh trust me, I know,” you said slyly as you stroked Newt’s curly-but-now-damp hair and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, then moved a bit to capture your lips with his.

“Your kisses are always the best,” Newt said as you pulled away.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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Newt Being the Little Spoon Would Include...

Thought I might as well get some short headcanons up!  Idea from @trinityjadec

These are so fluffy aCK

When you first start sleeping together, you’re the little spoon

That is, until one night Newt has a terrible nightmare

By request, you hold him in your arms for the rest of the night

From that night on Newt was almost always the little spoon

He loves feeling safe and protected in your arms

You love how lil and squishy he is

When Newt has bad days, he’ll sleep facing you with his head tucked under your chin

Same goes for you, but vice versa

The first time you spend the weekend at your parent’s house, your mom lowkey creeps into your room during the middle of the night to gawk at how cute you and your boyfriend look

Newt’s mother did the same thing

FFS Mrs. L/N and Mrs. Scamander give your child some privacy

I mean I know they’re probably the cutest and most pure couple on Earth but jEsus

Some mornings you’ll wake up to find that Newt has shifted in his sleep so that he was now basically lying on top of you

His hair is lying in your face and it tickles your nose causing you to sneeze and wake him up

He blushed when he realized what position he was in

You giggled at his expression before cupping his face with your hands and kissing him

Occasionally but rarely, you wake up on top of Newt.  That’s how morning sex ensues.

One time the heater broke in the middle of January

You and Newt stayed in bed covered by every blanket you owned and wrapped tightly in each other’s embrace to produce as much warmth as possible

I’m sure everybody knows this, but just a reminder: Newt LOVES cuddling

I know there weren’t many but I hope you like them!

Tags: @just-a-bit-odd @allyadarth @namelesslosers

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Of Course I Believe in Magic (Newt x Muggle!Reader)

Request:  Hello! I'm a big fan from Portugal and I want to do a request! Could you please do a Newt X Muggle!Reader? Like, she believes in magic and she's investigating (She's a detective) the Goldenstein sisters, and when Newt appears, she starts being a little less careful and Newt notice her. And he watches her while she watches him. Then he ask her to go out with him, and the date is super cute and he tells her he's a wizard and she tells him she's a detective. - @cecesunshine-fanfictions

This was a suuuper cool and original idea and I apologize it took me a while to write

THIS IS MY LONGEST FIC EVER AT 2520 WORDS I GOT CARRIED AWAY OOPS

L/N: Last name

When you were ten years old, you witnessed what appeared to be an average woman pull what looked like a twig out of her pocket, mutter something under her breath, and before you could process what happened, she had vanished into thin air.  Of course you had heard stories when you were younger about wizards and fairies and dragons.  Most kids stopped believing in that kind of stuff as they got older, but you weren’t ‘most kids’.  Deep down you felt that magic was all around you, but you just couldn’t see it with your own two eyes.  But when you saw that woman disappear in an abandoned alleyway, it was enough to confirm your suspicion that wizards and witches did exist, and looked just like your average person.  You were curious as to how wizards and witches got their powers.  Can anybody become a wizard?  Or did you have to be born one?  Is there some magic wizarding school hidden from average human eyes?  Whatever it was, you were determined to find out.

**Fourteen years later, age 24**

Fourteen years later, here you are.  A detective living in New York City, one of the busiest and most crowded places in America.  Not your stereotypical detective that wore a trenchcoat, totally not-suspicious sunglasses, and a fedora or deerstalker hat.  You preferred to blend in with everyone else.  You figured that there just had to be some wizards living in America.  About a month ago, you had become curious with a pair of sisters.  After a few days of what some would consider stalking, you had discovered that their names were Tina and Queenie Goldstein.  Queenie was the bubbly blonde-haired sister, you would usually always find her wearing some shade of pink.  Tina was the more stern dark-haired sister.  Using your context clues you had determined that Tina must be the eldest.  Aside from their physical appearance, what really fueled your suspicion was one morning you made the bold decision to follow the sisters wherever they were going.  You stayed about twenty feet behind them as to not stir up any suspicion from them.  Eventually you saw them enter the Woolworth Building on Broadway.  You followed behind them; but when you entered the building, they were nowhere to be seen.  

You went home that night and thought about it.  Maybe the building acts as an entirely different place for wizards if they use some sort of spell, you thought.  

**Two weeks later**

You hadn’t really made any groundbreaking discoveries on the Goldstein sisters the past two weeks, but today got you a little curious.  While standing near a lamppost on the street the Goldstein’s apartment building is on, you saw the two of them enter the building with two men.  You found this to be very out of the ordinary, as the Goldstein’s apartment building was females-only. One was shorter in stature, with dark hair and a mustache.  The other was more tall and lanky and appeared to be in his twenties.  He had cinnamon colored, curly hair and was wearing a bright blue coat.  You didn’t have that great of a view, but you could tell his face seemed to be littered with freckles.  In his hand he was gripping a brown leather case.  

He was the last to go in, and you, not realizing you were staring, caught him looking straight at you for a brief moment before following the others inside.  You were sort of embarrassed that he had caught you staring, but you had to admit:  he was pretty cute.

*

Over the next few weeks, you kept seeing the blue-coated curly-haired man around the city.  You never got too close to him, as you feared that there was a possibility he was catching onto your spying habits on the Goldsteins.  Yet you also wanted to talk to him and get to know who exactly he was.  (Oh, and french kiss him.  He looks like he tastes like pastries or somethin like that).  Next Friday, however, was different.

*

You weren’t doing anything involving the Goldsteins today.  You’ve been taking a break all week.  You were walking down the busy street holding a steaming cup of coffee, when the Gods decided to make it rain.  Hard.  You didn’t have an umbrella to use, so instead you tightly wrapped your coat around your body and began to walk as fast as you could in your heeled boots to get back to your apartment.  

You sharply turned a corner only to bump right into a man.  You looked up and was shocked to see who it was.  It was the attractive curly-haired man.

“Oh--uh--I’m sorry, I’m just trying to get back to my apartment before I get soaked--” you rambled on.

The man chuckled, before opening an umbrella over the two of you.  (It’s your average muggle umbrella).  “I see that.  I’ve been seeing you around the city lately, but I haven’t gotten the chance to speak with you.  Can I walk you back to your apartment?  It’s freezing and wet out here, I don’t want you to get drenched and catch a cold,  I could imagine you’d like some company.”

He was British!  That just made you attracted to him even more.  You were grateful for his kind offer, and especially for the umbrella that protected you from the ungodly weather.  You were pretty positive that he wasn’t a rapist or some shit.  He was just too adorable.  “I’d appreciate that very much, thank you.  Oh!  I’m Y/N, by the way.  Y/N L/N.”

He smiled.  “I’m Newton Scamander, but everyone calls me Newt.”

The trek back to your apartment took about fifteen minutes.  You and Newt made small talk, about little things, like hobbies, why Newt was visiting America, stuff like that.  You never brought up the Goldsteins so you didn’t sound creepy, you actually wanted to get to know this guy.  However, you found out that Newt was actually in the middle of writing a book, but he didn’t tell you what exactly it was about.  He said he was visiting America because there was something here that he needed to study for his book.  It sounded a bit suspicious, but hey, for all you know he could actually be an undercover agent.  

Or a wizard.

*

You arrived at the door to your apartment.  

“Thank you, Newt, for walking me home on such short notice.”  You smiled to show your gratitude.

“It was my pleasure.  I’m glad I finally got to talk to you, I’ve been too shy to actually approach you,” Newt responded, a cute smile appearing on his freckled face.

“I guess me running into you was fate, huh?”

He chuckled.  “Well, I should probably get back to where I’m staying.”

You frowned.  “At least come in for a cup of tea before you leave, in return for walking me home.”

Newt seemed very happy with the idea.  “I’d love to.”

At the end of your little two-person tea party, Newt had something important to ask you.

“Y/N, I know we’ve only really known each other for about an hour, but you’re more intriguing than any girl I’ve met the past ten years.  So I have to ask, would you care to go on a date with me tomorrow at Central Park?”

You nodded happily.  “Yes, of course I would!”

“Perfect.  I’ll be here tomorrow at six?”  Newt’s huge smile remained on his face.

“Sounds lovely.  Now you should really be getting home, it’s getting really dark.”

“Trust me, I’ll be fine.”

*

All throughout the next day you were giddy with excitement for your date with Newt.  You were grateful that Central Park wasn’t a particularly fancy place, thus making it a lot easier for you to choose your outfit.  

You glanced at the clock.  It was 5:58PM.  Newt should be here any minute.  You pulled on your heeled boots (you had basically mastered walking in them) and your warm winter coat.  You looked at the clock one more time just as the hand turned from 5:59PM to 6:00PM.  There was a knock at the door.  Man’s got impressive timing.  

You checked your hair one last time in the mirror next to the door and coat rack before opening the door to see a handsome Newt standing there with a single rose in hand.  He was dressed in his usual attire, but damn did he look sexy in it.  “Good evening, Miss L/N,” Newt said in his beautiful British accent before handing you the rose.  

You carefully took the rose as to not get blood on your coat and inhaled it’s sweet scent.  “Why thank you, Mister Scamander.  Come in for a minute, I’ll find somewhere to put this rose.”  

Newt stepped into your apartment, closing the door behind him.  You bustled around in the small kitchen and found an unused vase under the sink.  You put some water in it and placed the rose inside before setting it in the middle of the coffee table in your sitting room.  

As you were doing this, Newt spoke up.  “Y/N, you look beautiful.”

You looked up at him and felt your cheeks heat up.  “Aw thank you, Newt.  You look quite handsome yourself.”  Newt blushed as well.  “Shall we get going?”

“I believe we shall,” answered Newt as you linked your hands together and left your apartment.

*

Central Park wasn’t too far from your apartment, maybe two blocks over.  It was cold outside, but when you were with Newt the weather didn’t seem to bother you that much anymore.  You both walked down the paths and admired the icicles hanging from the bare trees and the frozen fountain.  You talked mainly about life and past relationships, which it turned out that neither of you had had many.  

When it started to get darker, you could see the beautiful colored lights that lit up the whole of New York City.  Your legs were starting to get weak from doing so much walking in your boots, so you pulled Newt over to the nearest bench that happened to overlook the trees and gave you a perfect view of the setting Sun.  You pressed yourself against Newt’s side and lay your head on his shoulder, much to his surprise.  Not that he was complaining, he loved the affection.  

“Isn’t it gorgeous?”

Newt nodded.  “Absolutely.  I’ve heard stories of this city, but getting to actually be here is incredible.”  

“I’ve always wanted to go to England.  It sounds amazing,” you said.  

Newt chuckled.  “If you like clouds and rain at least half of the week. You’ll definitely love it.”  

You two sit there, in silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence as you watch the Sun set behind the skyscrapers and the silver Moon rise.  

Suddenly, Newt broke the silence with his soft and beautiful™ voice.  “Y/N… I know this is completely out of context, but… do you believe in magic?”

You took your head off his shoulder to look him in the eyes.  You scoffed.  “Of course I believe in magic.  It makes living in this cruel world a whole lot easier if you believe that wizards exist and unicorns live.”

“Alright, that’s a relief.  But you might think I’m insane after I tell you this-”

You cut him off.  “That you’re a wizard?”

Newt stared at you blankly, eyes growing large.  “What?  How on EARTH did you know?  Are you a witch too?”

You looked taken aback.  “I was right!?  I knew I had a fifty-fifty chance oh wow this is amazing!  Are Tina and Queenie Goldstein also witches?  Please tell me they are.”

Newt looked even more surprised.  “Yes, they are.  You know them?”

You shrugged.  “Eh… not really.  I’m a detective, you see.  I’ve dedicated the past decade to try and find proof that there is in fact a wizarding world out there.  When I was ten I could’ve sworn I saw a woman use a wand or something and then suddenly she disappeared.”

“What you saw was an apparation spell.  It’s what wizards and witches use to get around quickly,”  Newt replied, still in shock.

“So wands are real, too!?” you sounded like an excited child on Christmas morning.

Newt reached into his pocket and pulled out a stick.  More accurately, a wand.  “Lumos,” he said, and the tip of the wand illuminated.  You stared at it in awe.

“Are wizards even allowed to tell regular people that they’re magical?”  you asked.

“The wizarding laws in the United States are different than in the United Kingdom.  In the United States it’s forbidden to be in a relationship with someone non-magical, but in the United Kingdom it’s legal.  There’s an obliviation spell, it makes a non-magical person such as yourself forget anything they ever saw that was magical.”

The color drained from your face.  Newt noticed.  “Oh, love, don’t worry!  I’m not going to use it on you.”

“Oh thank God.  This is all so incredible to me.  It’s so much to take in…”

Newt smiled.  “I’ll tell you everything soon, I promise.  And do you remember the rose I gave you?”

You nodded, confused as to how it was significant in this conversation.

“I enchanted it.  It will never die.”

“You just keep amazing me, Newt,” you replied and kissed his cheek.  “Did you really trust me enough to tell me that you’re a wizard?  Especially since it’s illegal here apparently.”

You could see Newt’s blush through the light of his wand tip.  “Y/N, I know we just formally met yesterday, but I feel more attracted to you than I have been to anybody, ever.  I don’t usually care for people that much, I mainly spend time with my magical creatures and beasts-” he noticed that you were about to interrupt and cut you off- “we’ll talk about them later.  There’s something about you that I’ve never seen in a human before.  I could sense you were very close to the magical world.  Not to mention your beauty and kindness...” he trailed off.

“Good lord you are just a complete sweetheart, aren’t you?”  you exclaimed.  Newt’s cheeks were blazing red.  You leaned in and pressed your lips to his in a sweet and chaste kiss.  Suddenly you felt something twig-like brush your neck, causing you to pull away in fear and confusion.

Newt groaned.  “Pickett!  You little bugger!  I thought I told you to stay in the workshop!”  Newt pulled a green stick-looking creature out of his breast pocket and placed it on his shoulder.  “I’m sorry, Y/N.  This is Pickett, he’s a Bowtruckle with some attachment issues, he basically lives in my pocket.

“Is this one of your magical creatures you mentioned?  He’s very cute,” you said, admiring Pickett with curiosity.  

Newt nodded.  “Yes.  I have so many more… I think they’ll all really like you.  But there’s no way they could love you as much as I do.”  Newt leaned in for another kiss, hand on your waist.

This was sure to be the start of something a m a z i n g.

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