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To ease myself back into writing, I'm opening Music Based Requests. Send me a request with which Harry Potter/Eddie Redmayne character you'd like it to be about and what song you want me to base the request on.

For example; @inkstainedfanfics has asked me to do one about Cedric Diggory to "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran.

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maybe [ch. 2] (newt scamander x reader)

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Newt awkwardly shifts, hand fumbling to her waist. She smiles slightly, reassurance on her lips as she gently places her hand on his shoulder. 

Delicate and unsure, the pair begins to dance.

“I must warn you,” Newt says, head bowed slightly, eyes flicking to hers momentarily, “I’m quite a terrible dancer.” He’s so utterly completely serious that it makes her begin to laugh. Clear and soft and unexpected, it makes the tips of Newt’s ears flush pink. 

“I don’t mind.” She tells him, laughter echoing behind her eyes as she attempts to subtly steer them in the correct direction. 

He smiles, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement dust his cheeks, and tries not to think about the warmth of her hand in his. It’s been a while since he’s danced with someone and he’s quite sure that he’s going to make a fool of himself. 

The pair waltzes, in a fashion less than graceful. He’s careful and reserved, focus fogging his features, and she’s laughing, eyes twinkling, cheeks glowing, unaware of the onlookers. The music wafts about the two, in a muted wave of saxophones and piano.

“I’m that bad, aren’t I?” Newt says, voice soft and gravelly and warm. His eyes catch hers and in just that fleeting moment she notices a playful flicker glinting across his hazy green eyes.

She smiles at him. The kind of smile that causes the edges of her eyes to crinkle, “No, not at all,” She shakes her head slightly, light refracting through her diamond earrings, making little rainbows bloom across her jaw, “I dare say this is the most fun I’ve had waltzing, Mr. Scamander.”

He blinks a few times, ducking his head, a smile blinking across his face. His cheeks paint themselves rose and he nervously bites the inside of his lip.

Newt looks back up at her again, a blur of freckles and a flickering smile, bowing his head slightly as he speaks, “T-Thank you,” He averts his attention to something beyond her right shoulder, “And please,” He says, eyes meeting hers momentarily, “Call me Newt.” 

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[herbxlcy]

Muggleborn, Newt Scamander x reader

Request: Can I request a story where the reader was being bullied for being muggle born and she runs off into the forbidden forest crying and newt sees her bc he was there observing the animals and he comforts her? Thanks xx Information: Y/N = your name Pairing: Newt Scamander x Fem! Reader Requested by: Anonime A/N: Sorry it’s a little short!

It wasn’t as if she wished to be like this. Honestly, if she could change it all back to normal she would. She would give it all up if it would stop the purebloods for calling her names. She got sick of it. ‘Mudblood’ ‘Scum’ ‘Muggle’ she would hear it every day at least ten times. She would give all magic up and leave Hogwarts this instant if it was possible. The worst thing was the lying. Lying to her parents. They figured out how to send letters with an owl just for her. Sending her little presents once a month and at least a letter once a week. She would always lie and say that she’d going great, that she found many friends and that no one had ever hexed her for being muggleborn. She didn’t want to hurt her parents that she already dragged into his world. No. It wasn’t until one particular day that she wished to never have found out that she was a witch. She was just walking through the hallways, a small, proud smile on her lips after receiving 10 points for her house after being the only one to get the spell just right the first time. Two heavy bumps on both her shoulders made her crash to the ground, falling on her knees and everything in her rolling through the halls. Two slytherin guys laughed. “Mudblood” one of them spew on her back as they left, roaring with laughter and highfiving each other before turning a corner. Before she knew it, warm tears rolled over her cheeks. She quickly got all her stuff and ran. Ran outside. To Merlin knew where because; everything was better than here. She ran into the dark forest, the one she was never allowed to enter. She ran and ran until she couldn’t go any further, her throat hurting from dehydration and tears still rolling over her cheeks. ‘Just a little further’ she looked behind her, seeing only trees, Hogwarts long behind. And then she crashed into something and fell. She thought it would have been a tree, but it was too soft. And trees don’t make an ‘oof’ sound if you crash into them. Trees don’t fall onto their knees. Trees don’t have messy hair and freckles and soft eyes. Trees don’t have an irritated, yet soft and worried expression. Trees didn’t wear hufflepuff ties. “Are you alright?” the boy stood up and ran a hand through his hair before offering his hand to her. “No” she answered truthfully, taking his hand as he pulled her onto her feet again. “You’re not allowed to be here” the boy said, looking around. “Neither are you” she scoffed. “Touché. You didn’t take anyone with you, did you?” he asked and she shook her head. “I’m alone.”  There was a silence between them. The boy opened his mouth to say something, but a sound cut him off. “What in the bloody name of Merlin is that!?” she quickly hid behind the boy’s back, holding onto his robes tightly. “A thestral.” The boy said calmly. “No need to worry. They won’t hurt you. But that means you can see them, just like me. It’s not every day I meet someone that can see this beautiful creatures.” The boy rambled, holding out his hand to the horse like creature as it sniffed it and pressed his nose against it. Y/N her eyes looked up to the boy who had a soft smile spread across his face. He turned a little and locked their eyes. “Do you want to pet him?” he asked. Y/N blamed the soft hazel eyes of the boy when she nodded. She held out her hand, just like he did. The creature pressed his cold nose against it and she flinched. “He won’t hurt you. You can pet him now.” The boy said calmly. It felt weird, skin like and not soft at all. “You come here more often huh?” Y/N chuckled. “I suppose so yeah. I find myself wondering around here a lot.” “Well I understand now. I’m Y/N by the way.” “I’m Newt. Newt Scamander.”

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You could get a bit dramatic at times and during the time you fell ill was no exception to your extreme theatrics. You were currently struck with an awful cold and could swear you’ve sneezed enough times to have given yourself brain damage. It was absolutely dreadful and you felt completely guilty that Newt was spending as much time with you as possible instead of tending to his beasts in the case. 

You had told him countless amounts of time that if he wanted to sneak away to check on Dougal or even the Niffler that it was quite alright but he always responded with he’d get to them later. You felt extremely loved but also extremely sick. 

“Newt, I’m dying.” You sighed out, throwing a hand over your forehead and turning your head and sticking out your tongue. 

Newt turned from his spot by the dresser, a medicine cup in one hand and a bottle of the ghastly cherry flavored syrup in the other. “Really?” He said, amused by your theatrics. 

You nodded, “Yes, I’m afraid so.” Sitting up, you scrunched up your nose as he handed you the little cup filled with medicine. “Since I am dying, I won’t be needing this. Just leave me be and let me die in my misery.” Turning your head and shoving the medicine back into his hand, you sighed flopped back onto the pillow. 

Newt clicked his tongue, watching you. You sure knew how to put on a performance. Setting the medicine down on the nightstand, he sat on the bed and looked at your curiously, “If you’re dying what would be your last words?” 

Flickering a look towards him, you pondered. “Hm, that I’m terribly regretful that I couldn’t continue on living my life with the man I love the most.” You giggled as Newt rolled his eyes. “My last request is that you give my little Niffler all the attention and love he deserves and not once will you scold him for taking something shiny.” You laughed out loud at his expression, you had such a soft spot for the Niffler and often scolded Newt for scolding your precious furry stealer. 

“I certainly will not!” Newt sputtered. “He ought to keep paws off what doesn’t belong to him. You know that.” 

Shrugging, you gave a dramatic groan. “Oh but t’is my last request.” Throwing an arm over your head, you sighed. “You mustn’t ignore it. My poor precious Niffler all alone, sad, depressed without my love.” Sitting up fast, you sniffled and cupped Newt’s face. “You must absolutely love that creature with all your heart and let it take what doesn’t belong to him.”

Newt chuckled, covering your hands over his, shaking his head. “Love, I think the fever is getting to you, now.” Removing your hands, he reached over for the medicine and placed it in your hand. “I assure you that even with your last request, I would always love that mischievous creature but not nearly as much as you.” Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he mumbled against your skin. “You’re not dying, I promise. Not on my watch.” 

[drdanwrites]

A Fantastic Time: A Fantastic Beast Fan Fiction Chapter 10

Here it is! My first ever attempt at smut. Thanks to @jackdawsonsgrl for reading this over! Please, PLEASE , PLEASE let me know what you think. This took me ages. I wanted to make sure it had enough sexy and action! Otherwise enjoy as this series is going to start coming to an end. 

**May I also suggest you listen to “Bom Bidi Bom” by Nick Jonas and Nicki Minaj (50 Shades of Grey OST, oh the irony) **

https://open.spotify.com/track/4PxDHEEyHgYC6NUgqMtDFy

Crickets filled the air. There was an unexplained silence about as the poacher kept watch on the vast open savannah night. The poacher’s camp had just come back from their latest raid and he paced around the holding cell of their latest capture. They had stolen these massively rare magical beasts from a sanctuary not far from them. The lookout tossed his wand back and forth slowly in his hand as he continued his watch. It was pitch black on the Savannah, save a vast plethora of brilliantly shining stars in the sky. As he stared out, he could see nothing but the slightly swaying tall grass and rustle from the trees. While he paced, he would every so often get the feeling that he was being watched. That there was something lurking out there. His head turned with every few feet. He would call out, LUMOS MAXIMA and a brilliant glow illuminated the tip of his wand. Brandishing it around his body he looked out again, squinting his eyes to see farther. But every time he would roll his eyes at his superstitious feelings and continue to walk on. 

If only he was to know that within a few feet of him, Kamau, Newt and Eliana were being lead by a small group of wizarding tribe warriors. As the warriors came to a sudden stop, Kamau motioned for Newt and Eliana to do the same. It had been awkward between the pair since their sudden frenzy in the tent earlier. For the first time since they had met, neither of them knew what to say to the other. They followed in blind silence moving as the warriors did through the grass, allowing them to work their tracking magic which ultimately helped them find the camp. Kamau turned back to Newt and Eliana to consult.

“You know the plan? Yes?” He asked. The two nodded, on the same page for the first time in hours. “We want to prevent any violence, if possible.” 

Kamau made his way over to Eliana as a couple of the warriors followed suit. They allowed the tracker time to asses the situation and find the best route to the stolen Erumpents. The plan was to divide the group, Newt leading one group to cause a minor diversion while the remaining went with Eliana and Kamau to lead the beasts to safety.

“What are you going to use as a distraction Mr. Scamander?” One of the trackers asked, but before he could answer, another began to quietly snicker.  

“You going to use your mating dance?” The men around him began to jeer in silent taunts as Newt began to head over to their location.

“You do the mating dance once for demonstration purposes and you never live it down. Well, c’mon then.” He motioned and the jesting warriors got back to business and made their way. 

Kamau looked over at Eliana as they waited for the single to move. She was sweating with nerves, her mind solely thinking of the spells she would need to remember at the positions to conjure them. He laid a comforting had on her shoulder, causing her to jump slightly and look at him.

“Do not worry. All will be as it was meant to be.”

“I know. Just trying to remember my training. It’ll be fine.”

“I wasn’t talking about that.” He nodded off in the direct of Newt and the others. Eliana forced a half smile and focused back on her inner thoughts. Everything was so much more confusing now that emotions had come to play. It all seemed to have escalated to drastic levels in a matter of several months. She had spent so much away from her own time that she was unsure what she would return to? Would her Uncle think her dead? Was there even any point going back to her own time? It didn’t seem likely that she would ever get back. Should she just remain here to live out her days with Newt? Traveling and being in love for the first time in her life. Newt was right to say it was unfair of him to love her, but if not now, when?

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted with a loud and obnoxious blast of noise and she instantly knew it was the infamous mating call Newt had perfected. Simultaneously, Eliana’s heart flipped as she knew it was time to face the dangerous task head on. They heard the lookout and other poachers shout and call, each alighting their wands as the rushed over to the call. When they looked like distant fireflies, blazing a trail in opposite direction, the warriors confirmed it was time to move and began to make their way. Kamau wrapped his hand around her arm, motioning for her to stay close and follow. The tall grass proved hard to allow her to move as quickly as she needed to, but with a mass amount of effort she stayed close and soon they made it into the makeshift fenced area. Without wasting anytime, the group began to spread out running amongst the beasts. Eliana made her way through the tall figures, trying her best to make due with the dim amount of light the camp grounds provided her. Their goal was to account for every creature and ride each of them to safety, the other group meeting them back at camp.

Their naivety that this would be a simple and easy rescue was crushed in mere seconds as Eliana rounded one of the beasts and ran into a guard. Fear shot through her entire body faster than any deadly bullet. She tried to back step, but the man had his arms around her back faster.

“Ahhh and where are you going, my sweet?” He cooed in her ear as he harshly smashed his faces against hers. She tried going rigid to stop him from moving her, but he used one arm to pick her up along her waist and carried her as he continued on. A rustle nearby caused the man to quickly go on the defence and brought his wand dangerously to her cheek. “And where are your little friends? We’ve been expecting you to make a stupid move like this.” He turned around in a circle on his heel looking around, his wand digging into Eliana’s throat. She held tightly to his arm, trying to relieve the pain of his hold on her. “COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!” He shouted into the night air. For a moment it seemed like no one would come, that Eliana would be a sacrifice for the cause, but then slowly Kamau came out from his hiding space, arms outstretched above his head in surrender. They others one by one followed him.  The guard laughed as he sauntered over to Kamau.  “We didn’t think you all were stupid enough to think we’d all go running, do you?”

“Just let her go and let the creatures go. We don’t need to fight over this. Do the right thing.” The man’s laughter shattered Eliana’s eardrum and she shrivelled away from his mouth. When no one else would join in his tickle, the man pressed the tip of the wand deeper into her neck. She braced herself for the end. 

But in a split second, a thunderous rumble broke out and she felt the sweet relief as he let her fall. As she fell, she opened her eyes to see whips of spells zipping by her as the Erumpents, who, spooked by the commotion began to run. Eliana turned to see some of their warriors running beside the Erumpents, guiding them out of the pen and into the free savannah night.  Suddenly a force hit her from the side and it caused the air in her lungs to cease. Gasping for air, Eliana looked up at the guard once more, feeling around for her wand that had escaped her hand. 

“You’ll pay for this!” He shouted and jumped her, anchoring his hands around her throat, clenching tight as Eliana’s body quickly went into panic mode. Her legs thrashed about as her hand immediately felt around her to retrieve her wand. The space around the man’s face was slowly fading to black but Eliana forced herself to move. Her dashing hands landed on the missing wand and she immediately grabbed it. The man’s grip tightened ever so slightly and the darkness started to bleed faster into the image of his face. Eliana could feel her outstretched arm start to grow weak. Inside her head, she could hear herself screaming STUPEFY! STUPEFY!, but her opened mouth couldn’t replicate the noise. Just before she lost consciousness, something large rammed the man off of her and the air returned to her lungs. It filled every bit of her chest with one big glorious breath. Eliana gasped and coughed as she quickly got to her feet, her arm limply outstretched pointing her wand at the thing that had rescued her. 

Her vision began to firmly settle and as the double images cleared she could see Newt straddling the guard, his one hand clutching tight the man’s shirt bringing him closer into his launching fist. Eliana could hear the fist on bone contact as he packed one punch after another across the man’s face. 

She watched for longer than she knew she should. The image of Newt coming to her rescue and fighting for her, was suddenly very appealing. Between the contact they had had earlier and the image of Newt, vest open and undone, shirt sleeves rolled to expose his unexpectedly bulging forearms and his hair in complete disarray, it was more than she could take at the moment. As she realised this was not the time for such fantasies, she quickly pulled Newt off the man. The guard took the momentary freedom to scatter, running into the heavy scrubs by their side. Newt allowed her to take his arm and the two stared at each other before Eliana launched at Newt’s mouth, the two quickly and intensely kissed, wrapping themselves up in each other’s arms. The adrenaline of this mission finally taking it’s toll. Just as fast as they had collided, they parted.

“Not...the...time.” Eliana breathed out, but Newt didn’t seem to mind the timing and brought her face back to his for another passionate indulgence. The two broke off again.

“You’re right… you’re… right not the time.” Newt pushed her back from him and looked around, in the distance they could see the Erumpents running off with Kamau and the others running after them, zipping hexes and curses back at the opposing men. “Well...in a way, it looks like we may have succeeded.”

Eliana wasn’t listening. She was paying too much attention to Newt’s moving lips, still swollen from their kiss.

“Newt, I have to tell you. I don’t care...about… going back. I just…” He place a finger to her lips and winked as he ran off towards the raging fight.

The celebration outside was underway and the fire seemed to dance as fiercely as the workers at the sanctuary. The cheers and roars of victory accompanied the crackling of the large bonfire. The Erumpents had been successfully been rescued and were resting safe in their field. The fight had resulted in an overwhelming win for the sanctuary as the poachers had ended up retreating when they realised there was more wizarding tribes waiting for them on the outskirts of their camp.  

Kamu sat in a chair by the fire and lit a large cigar, content with the simple spoil of the night. A worker laughed as he came over with a tankard of lager. Looking around the man leaned down to Kamu.

“Where is Mr. Scamander? He should be here enjoying himself.” Kamu drew in a large drag of the cigar and as he removed it, he breathed out the smoke in a loud snort. He pointed his cigar over to the way of Newt's tent.

“I don't think he'll go to bed unsatisfied.” The worker looked over just in time to see at a distance Newt and Eliana entering the tent, trying to abstain from touching until they were properly hidden away from everyone. The two men laughed deep in their throats, knowing exactly what Newt and Eliana had planned for their celebration.

The rushing adrenaline coursed through Newt and Eliana as they immediately attached to each other. The feisty fingers itching for the touch of the others skin. Eliana balanced herself by grasping Newt’s shirt collar in her hand, she tugged him forcefully towards her. Her grip forced his face to collide into hers, lips fumbling to find their fit. Their lips quickly began to move more synchronised together as their tongues found each other gently trying to dominate the other. Newt's hands instinctively rested roughly on her cheeks, applying delicate pressure, steering her head to the side as their kiss became passionate and feverish. Newt impatiently began kissing down Eliana's neck, the need to taste every inch of her body with fiery speed. Now that Eliana’s mouth was freed, a moan escaped her lips as she tried to use what little sense she still had left.

“Should we talk about this first?” She effortlessly breathed out as he nuzzled deeper into her neck, slowly leading down to her chest. At this question Newt looked up at her. Trying to gasp enough air into his lungs to reply.

“I don’t want to think.” He said, allowing his better judgement to have time off. With that quick confirmation, Newt went straight back to kissing and lightly biting Eliana’s neck. His kisses were like a seductive punch and Eliana gasped at the surprise of Newt forceful nature. Eliana’s hands slid down his collar to his first button. Her fingers took their time finding the buttons path to open his shirt. Newt's hands were snaking their way down her arms and began to wrap themselves around Eliana’s waist. They began to restrict her and pull her closer, feeling his need for her grow. 

In her mind she was being too humanistic. Newt knew beasts. He responded to the animalistic desires and wasn’t taking her with any political correctness. With a swift and forceful push forward, Eliana managed to free herself from Newt's constraints. He looked down at her with new and confused eyes. The beast had subsided. Had he been out of place? Was this something she would rather talk about? She gave Newt an answer to calm his concerns and placed a hand on either side of Newt's shirt. With a swift jerk of her arms, she pulled hard. Buttons flew in all directions, leaving Newt's bare chest opened and exposed. Eliana could see his chest rising and falling in time with her racing heart. The heat had helped keep it shiny with light perspiration, bringing out the outline of his many scars. Her eyes scanned him like a starving man at a buffet. They slowly made their way to meet Newt's gaze. His eyes burned with passion and fiery desire. Rushing back to him, she nearly knocked him over as she came close to him and started leaving hot and tingling kisses slowly and seductively down his chest, paying particular attention to trouser line.  

He needed something sturdy something to brace her, but thinking wasn't his strong suit at the moment. He needed her. He wanted her without anymore worry about what tomorrow might bring. This needed to happen before his reason was able to process what was happening. As she continued to kiss his chest, running her hands slowly and tauntingly up and down, Newt looked around. The tent walls held nothing that he could prop her up against and the bed was too far for his lust. Thankfully her surprise had flung him deeper into his desire driven hypnosis and he backed her with an audible thud into the lonely dresser. Loose objects clamoured and fell to the floor, a small amount shattering on impact. Eliana let out a moan as Newt began to devour the crux of her neck again. His hand ran up and down her waist  and in one swift movement he managed to remove her shirt. As he removed it, he left one arm to brace her and the other made its way to her breast. He seductively began to massage it, causing her to sigh in pleasure. His mouth moved down south to the other breast, her skin instantly broke out in goosebumps and she shuddered under his touch. Eliana’s hands roughly went to Newts hair and pulled hard away from his head. This caused him to fight against her grasp to stay and pleasure her more. A couple strands of hair came out in her hand as she lost the tug-o-war over dominance. Allowing him to ravish her further causing her more excitement and an eagerness, an itch Newt needed to scratch.

Eliana felt like a rag doll against Newt's predator like force. Straining to get a grip on the back of his shirt, Eliana balled up the fabric and pulled as hard as she could. A loud tearing of material followed as she freed Newt completely of his shirt. He moved his arms quickly removing the useless material from his chiseled arms. Newt harshly lifted Eliana up and pushed her further onto the dresser as she gripped at his biceps, digging her nails into his skin causing him to grunt with a pleasurable pain. Eliana knew where this was leading and was more than eager to get to the point, her hands flew down to Newt’s trousers rushing eagerly to free him.  As Newt guided her hips forward, he made quick work of her safari shorts and guided them one leg at a time off her grateful body. As he passed the shorts and panties down his leg, he came down to kiss along her freed skin. Each kiss down her legs was like a tantalising shock and it sent waves down to her toes, making them elegantly curl. She sat completely exposed to him and he allowed himself to take in the sight of his prey before he devoured her in passionate love. Eliana sat back for a moment, leaning back on her palms. Newt threw her clothes to the side and finished removing his own. Once he was completely naked, he leaned forward, almost falling and placed a surprisingly gentle and loving kiss on her chapped lips. A completely different composure than he was in seconds before. Eliana returned the kiss and raised a hand to Newt’s flushed and redden cheek. As she did, Newt decided to take this moment to pounce. With a swift movement of his hips and a loud moan from Eliana, the two began their intimate dance.

From outside the tent, any passerby could hear their strained sensual moans accompanied by the rattling and slamming of the dresser drawers as they were forced to open and closer repeatedly and rapidly. Newt’s hips slammed against Eliana’s sex, with gentle force, providing her with gratifying friction. Her legs instinctively wrapped themselves tightly against his waist as Newt’s right arm braced her back, his left hand gripping her right thigh, leaving a bruised handprint. Their lips continued to connect, separating momentarily to breath the other’s name in loving revelation.

The adrenaline that had lead them into this primal thrill was starting to slow down and Eliana found herself lovingly crossing her arms behind Newt’s neck, pushing her chest into his, melding into one person as her hips continued to respond to Newt’s continuous persuasions to reach her peak. With each movement the other made, they were closing in on their goal. Their grips on each other grew tighter, their loving words more breathless and exasperated. Suddenly with one last resounding moan in Newt’s ear, Eliana shuddered against his body, enticing him to join her in her ecstasy. Which he did. Within seconds the tent become considerably silent, the dresser instantly stopped rocking in place and seemed paralysed. The only sound was the fast paced breathes of Newt and Eliana, revealing in their highs. Their frustrations and hormones completely depleted, they rested their foreheads together as they tried to synchronise their breath.  

A laugh escaped Eliana’s lips as Newt’s mouth curled into a smile as well. She moved back on her hands once more and raised a hand to run through her tangled hair, that had fallen in the rush. She smirked.

“Where has that Newt been all these months?”

[herbxlcy]

Expelled, Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: 1. newt x leta lestrange where they're best friends but like each other more than friends and how they spend time together studying and doing cute stuff but they're from different houses and they have to hide their friendship and then leta does something and newt get's expelled from hogwarts and realises she's been using him the whole time. or maybe newt telling this whole story to a reader and he's still hurt after all that time and it's hard for him to fall in love. PLEASE 2. Wait you know anon's Newt x reader request? What if you make a horrible dark turn on it and they are discovered and that's how he is expelled? They think he endangered her life? I'm so evil.  Pairing: Newt Scamander x Leta LeStrange, Newt Scamander x Reader Information: Y/N = your name A/N: GUESS WHO’S BACK

“Guess who” Newt heard as two hands were placed in front of his eyes, making it unable to see the piece or parchment he was writing on. He chuckled. “Leta I know it’s you. I don’t have many other friends do I?” he said. Leta giggled and let herself fall on a chair beside him. “What are you working on?” she asked, her eyes twinkling when she saw the drawing he had made. Newt grinned, looking around to see if someone was sitting close to them. “I have a Nundu” he whispered. “A NUNDU!?” “Shh!” he warned her. “How in the name of Merlin do you get one!?” Leta whispered. Newt shrugged his shoulders. “I have my connections.”

Little did Newt know, that he shouldn’t have told this to his secret girlfriend. Poor boy thought he could trust her, but he was very, very wrong. 

“Can I see him?” Leta asked. “Who?” “The Nundu you dork” she giggled and punched his shoulder friendly. It was far past curfew when they were sitting on the edge of the forbidden forest. They are used to this, since Leta wants to keep their relationship a secret. “Oh eh, I don’t know” Newt said. “Don’t you trust me?” she asked, looking hurt. “Of course I do!” he said and kissed her lightly, a blush spreading across his freckled face. “I just don’t want you to get hurt” “I won’t” she said, standing up and giving him a hand to pull him up as well. “Fine” he said. “Tomorrow”

Newt loved the look on Leta’s face every time he showed her a new creature. It was like she had control over him. A little smile, some flirty remarks and a kiss would do to get Newt to do everything for her. So he brought her to the Nundu often. She asked him unusual questions such as ‘how can I make him follow me?’ and ‘does he have a specific taste? Like does he prefer older wizards or younger if he attacks?’ Newt didn’t think much of it, mostly because he was in a sort trance every time they were together. He was head over heels for her, and it was hard to keep it a secret.

But then it changed.

On one cold day, when Newt was just sitting under a tree looking at the notes he took from the lessons today, screams exploded from inside the halls. He jumped up when people start running out of the building, screaming for help of professors. For some reason, Newt knew exactly what was going on. He rushed inside, hearing a loud ‘roar’ coming from upstairs. There, on the end of the hallway, stood Leta. Her face had a dark expression, her lips curled into a creepy grin. 

“HOW DARED SHE” you jumped up, fists ready to fight. Newt chuckled and quickly wiped away the tear that formed in the corner of his eye. “It’s okay Y/N” he said, pulling you down so you sat next to him again. “No it’s not. It’s her fault you got expelled!” “At least the Nundu is fine” he nodded at the big rock where the creature was sleeping on. “Don’t try to change subject” you warned him. Newt sighed. “It’s long ago, it’s fine I promise” “You don’t look fine. And if you were fine, you wouldn’t keep her photograph with you” you said. Newt bit his lip and avoided your eyes. “Newt.. You still love her don’t you?” you asked quietly. You’ve grown quite fond of the British guy in just a couple days. Newt shrugged his shoulders. “I try not to” he admitted. “I’ve found someone way better” he laughed awkwardly. “I know you would never do something like that” he now looked deep into your eyes. “You thought that about her too” you said. “And still-” “I know you’re different Y/N. Even though I haven’t known you for long.” he interrupted you. You smiled shyly at his kind words and looked at a creature on your left. Newt grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him again. “Do you love me?” he asked you. Your eyes widened and you were unable to answer. Of course you loved him. Newt smiled when he saw your face turning a very dark shade of red. He leaned closer and places his soft lips on yours. 

“Yes.” “What?” asked Newt a couple hours later. He turned around to face you. “Yes. I do love you” you said. Newt laughed. “Yeah, I figured that out when you kissed me back”