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Warm || Newt Scamander x Reader

Genre: ANNNNGST Warnings: Character death. Word Count: 1,934 Prompt: “Ooh what if the reader was Leta's younger sister by maybe a year or two and they liked Newt. And then poof time skip to many years later maybe the reader is Newt's assistant and maybe she gets hurt while fighting a Grindelwald fanatic and that's when he realizes he loves her?” A/N: Thank you to boxofteenageideas for this request! Sorry it took me so long. So, the original request mentioned the reader getting hurt. I took it a bit further because I watched Les Mis recently and well, it inspired me in quite a way lol. Sorry for any tears! Please let me know what you all think, and do not hesitate to give me some more requests! Enjoy (the best you can)!

“Excuse me?”

He turned around with a swish of his hair and not much eye contact. Good ol’ Newt Scamander, third year recluse and animal lover extraordinaire, never had been too observant of others. His beasts he took impeccable care of, but when it came to humans, he did not notice their worries or needs. It simply did not come to him. It was not worthy of note.

It has cost him multiple potential friendships in the past from those too shy to accept his quirks or too popular to associate with his awkward-natured self. But Newt did not mind. They were not worth his time if they did not understand him. That was why he kept so close to Leta Lestrange, the Slytherin in his year with soft chocolate skin and big eyes that sparkled like diamonds when they gazed at his creatures. She was the only one who did not laugh or mock him when he put his beloved creatures first. She accepted him for everything. As far as he was concerned, he was indebted to her for life.

Because of his deep appreciation of her, Newt often kept her company. He knew everything about her and her interests. She came to him for everything – comfort, help, fun. She also came to him when her home life became rough. That was why, when he looked down and briefly saw you standing before him, he knew exactly who you were. You were his best friend’s little sibling. Just having entered Hogwarts, you were wearing your full robes and wide-eyed. You were, quite frankly, adorable to him. In a little kid kind of way, at least. Newt awkwardly smiled.

“Hello.”

“M-My sister told me I should say hi to you.” It was a lie, but he did not know any better. “I’m {Y/N} Lestrange.”

Briefly meeting your eyes, Newt nodded. “Nice to meet you. Call me Newt.”

“Newt.” His name sounded funny coming from your much younger, tinier voice. Where Leta sounded more older and mature, you sounded quite small and innocent. He rather fancied it, though he would never share that fact with you. “I was wondering if you could show me the creatures you show her.”

“Y-You want to see them? Are you sure?”

You smiled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Now, that was a question young Newt Scamander had never heard before. It was a good one – a great one, even. Why shouldn’t people be sure to meet his creatures? They were harmless, after all. They were quite majestic, too. Everyone should want to see them. Face brightening, Newt beckoned you to follow him and got up to go.

You followed him down a few of the halls, not quite sure where you were heading but trusting nevertheless. Newt weaved through a few doors and staircases until stopping at a little staircase leading to a nook. He reached his hand out to you, and you took it with confidence. All nerves swam away when Newt felt that.

“I suppose you should meet my newest creature first,” he said, guiding you into the nook. You noticed quite quickly a large jar with some murky creature lurking in it. You would be lying if it did not scare you, but you did not mention it to Newt. Instead, you watched as a small, twig-like creature crawled out toward you from his arm. With glee, you joined Newt in taking a seat on the ground and held your arm out for it. It chirped and made its way onto you, making Newt smile.

“I believe I’m going to call him Pickett.” His eyes watched the creature crawl further up your arm, making you laugh. “He’s quite agile, isn’t he?”

“He tickles,” you giggled. “Where did you find him?”

“There’s a special tree. Your sister and I visited it last term. We’ve grown to become good friends. M-Me and Pickett, that is,” he stumbled, face growing red. Too engrossed with Pickett, you remained ignorant. That was how the rest of your time with Newt went. You would fall for his creatures, and him quite frankly, while he showed you his world and trailed after Leta. It was a constant pattern, one that involved both of you remaining blissfully unaware of each other’s emotions.

It was not until years later, somewhere in Paris, that either of you figured one’s emotions out. You were the unfortunate one to find out first. There was something almost cruel about the way you realized Newt’s love for Leta. Being his assistant, you believed there was no one closer in Newt’s world. You dealt with his creatures daily – who else could say they did that? You came into work every day and earned at least one smile from Newt. That was a constant. What was not constant, however, was your heartbeat as you walked into one of the creature’s case enclosures and found Newt in a loving embrace, lips pressed to lips, with Leta.

You began to flee just as Newt caught sight of you. He chased you, but you escaped in tears. Where you ran, you hardly knew. You got out of the case and simply sprinted. When it seemed as if Newt would catch you, you disapparated and went as far away as you could think of on such short a notice. His emotions did not mean anything in that moment to you. All you cared about was the panic coursing through your body, and the feeling of unwantedness that drummed through your mind. When you wandered into an abandoned cemetery, you hardly thought anything of it.

You thought of everything, however, all at once when a sudden array of green sparks hurdled your way from your right. Tears quickly forgotten, you squealed and hid behind a tombstone with a pounding heart. It thumped in your mind feverishly as the sparks continued to bombard the stone, slowly breaking it. You had no idea who was doing this or why, or why they were so combative at a cemetery of all places. Though you detested him at the moment, you wished Newt, shy, sweet Newt, would show up and rescue you. For a bit, no one did.

Then, you saw white sparks fly through the air, ceasing the green.

“Back away from her. Now.”

Jumping up, you noticed the scene before you with utter shock. It was him. He stood strong, piercing, ready to take on the world. Leta was behind him, wand cast forward at whatever person stood ready to attack you. She looked trapped in a heap of emotions, but you could not really decipher them all from your vantage point. What you could see was Newt in attack mode, showing more furious than you ever had seen him to this mysterious figure. They laughed and yelled something about Grindelwald to him, about how he needed to watch his tongue and let what was to happen happen if he did not wish for Grindelwald’s fury.

Of course, Newt hardly cared for the likes of the sly, mostly evil wizard, so he moved forward anyway. He shot a spell their way and it hit them good, knocking them off their feet – not before they shot a spell right at you.

The sensation was sharp, searing like flame into your skin. Not much else went through your mind as you collapsed to the cold, grassy floor beneath you. You heard Leta yell, and you heard the cracks of spells, and then you felt Newt’s arms cradle you into him. Your emotions went wild, but your mind went blank as he fussed over you. Whatever was going on with the flames, you were apparently really hurting from them, and he looked utterly terrified because of it.

“{Y/N}, s-stay with me, s-stay, it’s going to be okay.”

Stay? You had no idea what he meant by stay. You were not going anywhere. Body beginning to shake, you turned and looked up into his eyes. He looked far worse off than he had been in his nook all those years before.

“Newt, I-”

“Shhh.” Holding you close, Newt looked over to Leta as she dealt the final blow to the fanatic. As soon as she finished, she too joined him at your side. Her eyes were wide and frightened, as if one more moment staring at her younger sibling in pain could snap her world in two.

“Newt, {Y/N} needs help. Now.”

“S-She can’t apparate,” he choked out, eyes watering. “Leta, it’d be too much.”

“We can’t just let her-”

“We can’t do anything.”

You caught a glimpse of your sister as these words sunk into her brain. She looked lost. Worse, she looked tormented and distraught and afraid. You could not tell why she was so afraid. You were fine, weren’t you? Sure, you were shaking and the flames did not go away, but you felt so warm up against Newt. How could something feel so good if things were bad?

“{Y/N},” Newt’s voice was shaky, uncertain. “I…I love you. I need you to know that.”

You opened your mouth to counter, but he hushed you. “What you saw in the cemetery…{Y/N}, I just told Leta we needed to part ways for your sake. Y-You stole my affection, and I did not want to drag her along. {Y/N}, you cannot leave me. Please.”

Hearing such a confession made you never want to leave. How could you leave when everything seemed to fall into place? You had been wrong; you were loved. Newt loved you, not your sister. Surely, that was cause never to leave. But, as you opened your mouth to speak, something clogged your airway and forced you to cough. And, as you looked ahead of you to Newt’s coat, a blood stain from your cough made you realize that, perhaps, you were about to have no choice but to leave. Newt and Leta’s voices grew more muffled with this realization, almost at the same rate the taste of iron filled your mouth. Coughing more, you clutched to Newt and his warmth more than you ever had before. He was your space heater, your comfort, the one tangible thing left keeping you tethered to Earth. You clawed for him, bringing him closer, and he met you with a kiss that left you both wildly fulfilled and panicked.

On his lips, you saw nothing but bright red.

The coughing began again.

“I love you,” he muttered, holding you close once more and slowly rocking you back and forth. “I love you. So much.”

“I’m so sorry,” Leta sobbed. You looked beyond Newt’s shoulder to see her with tears streaming down her face. Her skin was pale. Her eyes were dull, life slowly drawing out of her. If you had not known any better, you would say she was dead herself. Though you could not physically move, you pleaded with your eyes for her to be okay. Something about the way she could not seem to meet your eyes back left you feeling worse off than before.

Your eyes fluttered shut.

Newt choked on his tears.

“I love you.”

The fire seemed to dull in that moment. Where shaking once sat, stabilization found your feet firm on the ground. The warmth you felt, though, stayed the same. It in fact grew, enveloping you until you found yourself sitting in Newt’s nook, meeting his creatures for the first time and meeting his smiling gaze.

Death was cold. Newt was warm.

And although you did not get to experience life with him, you were content to make up for lost time in the eternity after it.

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Thank you for 800 followers!

School is about to start, but I will be sure to give you more fics soon <3

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afantasticbeastwriter · 5 years

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Can I request a Dad!Newt one? Like the reader sees him play with the kids or comfort them?

Oooo you bet! It’s added to the list :)

#nelson-and-murdock

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Hi there! I really like your writing :) I was wondering if I could make a request? Can you a Newt x Reader, where she's shy and feels as if Newt's too good to be true/ worries if he really loves her so he reassures her with loads of cuddles and sweet words? (I live for fluff lol) Thanks and have a nice day :)

Yes you may :) And ahhhh I’m so here for this prompt, it is added to the list! Thank you for enjoying my writing, and you have a great day as well :)

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Amelia Pt. 2 || Newt Scamander x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst Word Count: 3,441 Prompt: “Maybe if you like can you write something where they come back to london and surprise newts family or something? And maybe some cute Dad!newt?” A/N: Thank you kind anon for this request! This is a sequel to Amelia, which I unfortunately cannot link here thanks to Tumblr being fussy, but can be found on my masterlist. Once again, I think I fell in love with this fic a bit. I really do hope you enjoy how it turned out. I put a lot into it xx Please let me know what you all think, and do not hesitate to give me some more requests! Enjoy!

The wind blew steadily in the port.

Keep reading

#Reblogging for the time zones!#Give this one some love!

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The second part from Amelia was really beautiful. I love it! 💕 Thank you for your fanfictions and keep it goin! Love you! 💕

Awww I’m so glad you loved it and think so 💕You’re very welcome, it’s my favorite thing to do! Messages like this keep me going, so thank you right back. Love you too xx

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Amelia Pt. 2 || Newt Scamander x Reader

The wind blew steadily in the port.

It was a signature cloudy London day, with near freezing temperatures and a biting chill. The papers warned of near-record temperatures for the wintery night ahead. Because of this, Newt Scamander had had to bundle himself a bit more than usual upon stepping outside. Where his traditional vest and trousers normally did the trick, he had to supplement a knitted sweater and his faded yellow and grey scarf for warmth. On any other day, he would have moved his plans to another day in order to better enjoy the warmth of a fire. This day, however, was not just any other day.

It was the day Newt waited for with bated breath for months and even years on end. You, the love of his life and mother of his child, were en route to bring yourself and your lovely daughter Amelia home. In preparation for your return, he thoroughly redid his flat. An entire room was conjured and decorated for Amelia, and his own was extended and given a much more roomy King-sized bed for good measure. Where his old kitchen held just enough room to cook for one, his new one easily could deliver meals for at least three. In addition to his home, he took precautions to make his creature habitat more secure. One no longer could enter it by simply walking in. An enchanted gate now sat at its entrance, held shut with a spell only he could counter. Of all these enchantments and conjurings, one thing though sat completely unprepared for your return: Newt. His hands shook.

Your return meant a lot for Newt. Not only would he get back the relationship he so craved with you, but he also would receive the chance to be a father to his daughter. He never believed he would get such a chance. Even just having you back would have been enough. Amelia was a cherry on top of that victory, and everything in him yearned to be a good father to her. He wanted to make up for lost time. He wanted to be the best father and boyfriend, as well as possible husband, that he could be. Giving you a proper welcome at the port was only the beginning of that.

As the boat’s platform stretched out onto British soil, his head swam. Your shiny black boots were the first to click against the wood bridge, and they did so commandingly, as if they knew you belonged there and nowhere else. Though the wind threatened to messy up your wavy locks, you met their attempts with a huff and a huddling into your scarf. Nothing was going to stand in your way of looking absolutely perfect for this reunion.

As you reached the end of the platform, you called behind yourself to Amelia. Being so young, she was much more apprehensive to leave the ship. Her eyes scanned you skeptically, and though Newt was too far away to hear her words clearly, he could tell she was protesting just why she must do so alone. Her fuzzy baby blue mittens folded into her matching coat as her face rested in a pout. Ever the spitfire, she was. With an eye roll that made Newt chuckle, you walked back and brought Amelia into your arms. The little girl still pouted as you took large, overly exaggerated steps down the platform in an attempt to make her smile. Only when you leaped onto British soil with a whooosh did she finally let one beautiful one slip.

My perfect little family, Newt thought.

As soon as you exited the bridge, you sat Amelia down. Newt caught himself tapping his foot as he watched her immediately tug at your coat to hurry, sharing her anticipation and excitement. He wanted to get going just as much as she did. He had spent seven years waiting, after all. It was about time.

The time to meet finally came after a brief run in with customs. Newt waited, slightly slouched with his case at his side, as you scanned the crowd. He was almost convinced the wide-eyed and energetic Amelia would be the one to find you when suddenly, you came to a halt.

It was as if time stopped.

Gorgeous {E/C} eyes stared back at Newt. They held all the light in his world and more within them, including the spark which existed back when he first met you. He remembered those eyes like one would fondly remember Christmas morning. He saw them fondly. Tenderly. Feeling himself straighten up, Newt began walking toward you. You began walking toward him. Footsteps grew into large strides until suddenly, all at once, you collided in a passionate embrace. Though he was not fond of hugs, Newt delightfully welcomed you into his arms and grasped you tight. It was almost if holding you any lesser would make you and the moment disappear. Your gentle sobs shook your smaller frame against his chest.

“Welcome home.”

His hushed tone could not disguise the emotion within. As he clutched your head to his chest, you found yourself laughing through sobs and shutting your eyes at the mere feeling it brought to you. Everything became more real when hearing him speak that way. A few months ago, you never believed Amelia would get to grow up with both her mother and father. Yet there you stood, cradled in her father’s arms, mere miles away from your new forever home and future. It was surreal. It felt surreal. All you could think to do was cry.

“I-I’ve missed you so much,” you struggled to say through tears. “Is this a dream?”

Shaking his head, Newt pressed a kiss to the top of your head delicately. If you squeezed your eyes shut any tighter, you may have thought it never to have happened at all. “It’s all real, my love.”

Newt released you from his arms. In doing so, he was reminded of the third member of their new family’s presence. She sat as quiet as a mouse behind you both, her mittens clutched around her tiny briefcase. Her eyes looked innocently up at the scene, not fully understanding but still appreciating the happiness on both of their faces. She was so well behaved. It astonished Newt to know he helped create such an angelic child.

Kneeling, he beckoned her to approach him. He sensed hesitation as she inched forward and remained reluctant to meet his gaze. She was so much like her father in that way. Energetic in her element, but shy when told to give affection or attention to that which she was not fully educated on. A true Scamander daughter. He offered a shy smile of his own to empathize with her. She accepted it by meeting him all the way.

“Hello, my darling.”

“Hi Papa,” she replied. Her small voice was like music to Newt’s ears.

“H-How are you? Was your trip well?”

“I’m good, but I’m tired of the boat. Are we going home now?”

Nodding, Newt took her case full of her items and replaced it with his hands. He gave them a squeeze, drawing a small smile to her lips. “Yes. All of us.”

Newt made sure to make good on that promise. It was the first one he ever made as a father that did not involve his creatures, after all. He was bound to fulfill it. Taking both her and your hand in his, he brought his new family out of the harbor and on their way home. A little more traveling later, and he found himself leading them right up to the steps of his flat.

“Are we ready to enter?”

Amelia looked to you before nodding wildly. You chuckled and brought her into your arms, giving her eskimo kisses. “Not sure she can contain her excitement much longer, Newt.”

“Good,” he smiled. Opening the door, he flicked on the light. He intended to bring in his new family and show them the house. He had conjured up a new room all for Amelia and redid his own for you, and he wanted nothing more than to surprise them with the hard work he accomplished. However, the surprise he did receive as he walked inside made his blood run cold.

“Welcome home!”

Champagne rested in their hands. Confetti fell like rain, disappearing before hitting the floor but easily getting into your and Amelia’s hair. Newt’s family stood, unannounced, in the middle of his living room like a slice from Newt’s nightmares. Newt loved his family. He really did. However, he was planning a gentle introduction. He was not planning this elaborate, in-your-face display, especially not from his parents. Theseus he could see, but not his parents. As Newt turned to apologize, little Amelia squealed and began to dance in the confetti.

“Pretty!”

“Theseus,” Newt sternly glared at his older brother, making his way over to Amelia to hold her from dancing, “what is going on?”

“Theseus told us you were bringing {Y/N} home today,” his father, Rodger, said in his oh-so-formal voice. The tone alone made Newt want to hide. He felt so “We wanted to make sure you were properly welcomed.”

“I supplied the confetti, of course,” Theseus chimed in. Newt opened his mouth to speak, only to be halted by seeing his mother Willow curiously watching Amelia. Amelia’s sparkling {E/C} eyes were still trained up at the confetti, and her smile shone unyielding. She was expressing the same wondrous gaze he held whenever he saw his creatures, and being Newt’s mother, she could spot such a resemblance without any trouble at all. She cocked her head to the side.

“Newt, is that…”

“Darling, why don’t you go check out your new room? We will join you soon.” Newt ushered her away and over to her room, opening the door for her. She looked rather against leaving the confetti, but her face absolutely lit up as soon as she saw her room and the beautiful parrot mural painted on the wall opposite her bed. Once he was satisfied she was safe and occupied, he shut the door behind himself and turned to face his family. You still stood by the doorway, choosing to keep quiet in this tense moment. It was for the best, Newt decided.

“I was going to tell you when they settled in.”

“You had a child out of wedlock?”

“Father, I-”

“How could you?”

“I did not know-”

“Wait, wait,” Theseus interjected, waving his arms and, finally, halting the confetti. He walked in between their father and Newt and held a hand up to both, keeping them apart. Looking to Newt, Theseus mirrored their mother’s confusion. “I didn’t know you had a child with her. Is that why you were so desperate to go to America? For her?”

“No,” Newt firmly confirmed, “no, I did not know. Not until I found her. She was a complete and total surprise, you must believe me.”

Theseus shook his head. “Merlin’s beard. And {Y/N}?”

“I thought I made a drunken mistake,” you mumbled. Rodger’s eyes widened.

“During prohibition?”

“I-”

“Do not yell at the mother of my child.”

Rodger staggered back hearing such forward, protective language. From Theseus he expected it, but Newt was his less commanding son. He rarely spoke up in disagreements. He often apologized if he did. This was unheard of.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me,” Newt promptly replied. He looked as if he was going to shake out of his boots or retreat fully into his coat, but his voice remained firm in opposition to his father. Rodger sat back, stunned. Stepping forward, Willow placed her hand on her husband’s shoulder.

“Dear, what’s her name?”

Looking over to you, Newt cleared his throat. “Amelia.”

“Amelia Lucinda,” you added, quickly retreating back into yourself.

“Amelia Lucinda,” she repeated. A soft smile came to her lips. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. How did you think of that?”

You exchanged another look with Newt. As much as this sudden kindness from his mother confused you, you did not mind it. You craved it, actually. It settled far nicer in your stomach than Newt’s father’s chiding remarks.

“It’s the name of an ancestor of mine,” you told her. Willow grinned and beckoned you over. The way Newt looked at you with immense apprehension, you swore it was going to be a trap. But, as you approached her and found her bringing your hands into hers, something told you it was alright.

“While I’m not keen on knowing she was out of wedlock,” she said, “she is a gift nevertheless. I see no reason to be at each other’s throats about it.”

“Oh?” Newt’s father frowned, crossing his arms at his chest. Newt began chewing at his lip. “What happens if she grows up nonmagical? Then what? Newt could end up right back in Azkaban if she so much as hints to our existence to muggle schoolmates. We all could. She’s a liability.”

“She’s your granddaughter,” Willow fired back, her tongue sharp, “and her father is perfectly capable of teaching her to protect our world.”

“I am, too.” Stepping forward, you tried your best to connect with Rodger’s fiery gaze. If he were not so utterly overwhelmed, Newt would probably have found your courage rather attractive. Instead, he sat back worried and vaguely impressed. “I-I know I’m only a muggle, as you called it, but I kept his secret for a year. Knowing my daughter, I’m sure she can do the same. She’s quite intelligent for her age, you know. And she has all of your son’s best qualities, which I think makes her far from a liability. Take some time to get to know her, sir, and you might find she’s more capable than you think.”

The room fell silent. With a sharp nod, you moved past Rodger, Willow, and Newt and walked right into Amelia’s room. As the door shut swiftly behind you, Newt looked to his family. Rodger continued to sit stunned. Willow and Theseus looked a mixture of embarrassed, apologetic, and awed at your strength. Newt fidgeted with the inside of his coat, struggling with finding his words.

“A-All I ask for is kindness.” He briefly looked to his father. “We can discuss more serious matters in private…but now is not the time. If you would excuse me, I would much rather like to be getting to know my daughter, so.”

Trailing off, Newt turned the knob to Amelia’s room and entered in. He rather loved what he did with her room. Macaws scattered the walls, weaving between deep forest green vines and brush. The ceiling was dusted in a fluffy grey, enchanted to mimic the sky outside as time passed. Her bed, which she happily rested on as you brushed through her hair with your hand, consisted of zebra patterned sheets. It was any child’s dream room. For Amelia, it was exactly what she wanted. She perked up seeing Newt enter the room. You all but went ignored.

“Papa, I love my room.”

Despite the sour taste his previous conversation left in his mouth, something about Amelia’s optimistic nature made Newt smile. He moved to her bedside and knelt down.

“Wonderful,” he said softly. He reached to also run his hand through her hair, earning a giggle from Amelia. She loved the extra attention, and it showed. “Want to know something?”

“Yeah!”

“Sometimes, when you’re being a very good girl,” he warned, “the parrots come alive. Would you like to see that?”

It was hardly a question. Bolting up in bed, Amelia clapped her hands and beamed his way. “Show me! Show me!”

Newt smiled. Standing up, he whipped out his wand and gave it a quick flourish. Within moments, the parrots surrounding the room began to flap their wings and, one by one, fly off the wall. Amelia’s joyful squeals filled the room as she bounced up and down, watching the birds take flight around her.

You also watched them in awe. Seven years away from magic made you forget how beautiful it could be. No sight was more beautiful than your daughter experiencing it for the first time. Newt thought the same as he watched. It warmed his heart to know he helped to contribute to her happiness and wonder.

As the birds swirled around the room, he approached Amelia. Picking her up, he sat her on his hip.

“Watch this,” he spoke with a smirk.

He extended his arm outward and held it, being sure to hold still. It took a minute, but soon one of the Macaws took perch on him. Amelia opened her mouth to squeal, but Newt cautioned her to remain calm. She obediently relaxed, though her eyes never left the extraordinary bird.

“Do you want to pet him?”

Amelia nodded. “Yes, Papa.”

“Alright,” he said, voice hushed, “let’s do it then. Lightly brush your hand along its feathers on the back. Yes, that’s good, right there where its feathers attach. Good girl.”

He watched with pride as Amelia did just as instructed. Her touch was feather-light as she admired the Macaw. It leaned into the touch, squawking slightly, but she did not startle. She took its noises with confidence and respect for the rules. With a whole fleet of more dangerous and particular magical creatures waiting in his case and home, it pleased Newt to see her respectful behavior so early on. She really was his child.

“Well, isn’t that a sight.”

Slightly startled, Newt met Theseus’ gaze. He was leaning on the doorframe, somehow entering without him knowing or hearing. The beautiful Macaw ruffled its feathers at Newt’s tension, but to his and Theseus’ wonder, Amelia shushed it and was able to calm him back down. Over where you sat on the bed, you covered your mouth to stifle a gasp.

“Aren’t you just a regular-ol’ animal tamer?” Theseus asked Amelia, a bright smile on his face. He walked over to where Newt stood holding her and admired the bird she continued to pet. Curious, he asked her if he could have a try. Amelia politely gave him permission and showed him how to do it, exactly as her father instructed, even using his same cadence. Newt’s heart swelled with pride. Over on the bed, you brought your hand to your lips.

“Your papa, my brother, did something like this for me when I was younger,” he told her, transferring the Macaw from Newt’s arm to his, “only it was with dogs. Do you like dogs, dear?”

Amelia nodded. “Their fur is really soft.”

Both Theseus and Newt grinned. “Yes it is. He let me play with a bunch of fluffy dogs one year. I came home from work really sad, so he brought them out of a book I was reading. I got to spend the rest of the day playing with them. Isn’t that kind?”

“Very,” she replied. Turning to Newt, she wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his chest, hugging him tight. Newt was caught a bit off guard by the sudden embrace, and he loathed the smirk he received from his brother who knew from experience how hard hugging was for him. However, Newt did his best to push past his discomfort and return the hug. As he did, she sighed into him, content.

“I love you, Papa.”

Within seconds, Newt felt himself tear up. His first I love you. He had been dreaming of hearing those words from her ever since he first realized she was his. They made everything – the fighting, the disappointment and judgement from his father, the potential danger of exposure she brought along with her – worth it. They made him truly feel like a father, and one capable of providing a good life to his daughter at your side, at that. They even made seeing his parents watching the scene from just outside the door less stressful. Looking to the little girl in his arms, Newt rubbed her back and decided to squeeze her tight.

“I love you too, Amelia. So much.”

Their future remained uncertain, but Newt was sure of one thing as he placed a kiss to her cheek. No matter what came their way or stood to say their bond was wrong, nothing would ever sever the love they now shared reunited. This family was for life, and he would do anything for it to survive and thrive.

For the first time in seven years, against all the odds, Newt felt truly, utterly happy.

And he had you and Amelia to thank for it.

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afantasticbeastwriter · 5 years

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The Master List is now working PERFECTLY!

So sorry for any inconvenience!

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Hey um so I was reading through your masterlist and quite a few of your works are the same one placed under a different name on there. I dunno if it's just something going on on my end but I just wanted to let you know that.

Hi! Yes, I think there is some big issue with my masterlist. I actually was just about to work on it, so I’ll make a post when it is fixed. In the meantime, if you have any fics in specific that aren’t working for you that you need the link for, feel free to ask and I’ll send them your way.

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I’m currently writing the sequel to Amelia and I’m really excited to show it to you all. That was one of my favorite things I’ve ever written and it’s a joy to bring it back.

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Rustles In The Night || Newt Scamander x Reader

Genre: So, so fluffy. Word Count: 2,228 Prompt: “Maybe the reader is a Muggle who finds the Niffler injured and tries to help it. Then Newt comes along?” A/N: Thank you nelson-and-murdock for this request! I always love writing a bit of Niffler-fueled antics. I hope you enjoy reading them! Also feel free to request something to me if you are interested! I’m always looking for more requests. Enjoy!

You heard a small rustle come from the bush beside you.

Alone on a walk in the latter part of the day, any small noise that presented in the streets of New York was enough to cause a touch of panic. The sky was dimming at a rapid pace. Less and less people filled the streets. The sound of your heels hitting the pavement no longer was diminished by the rumbling and jittering of cars.

Hearing a rustle, no matter how big, startled you. The bush at the foot of one of the various New York apartment’s steps proved to be no exception. With a slight gasp, you recoiled from its spot to your right. Your hand reached instinctually to your purse where a hand-crafted knife sat waiting to be used. As it wrapped around the sleek, glistening metal, the bush decided to rustle again. You swore this time it came accompanied with a sharp clicking noise. Fearing the worst, you pulled out your knife and pointed it to the bush with a racing heartbeat and chilled spine. The bush sat in silence.

“I-Is anyone there?” You felt silly speaking, but you knew you had to do something. If this was going to be the way you died, after all, you had to go down at least attempting to reason with your killer. “I’ll have you know I am armed and willing to use whatever force necessary. I-I went to a defense class.”

The bush remained unmoved and unresponsive, as most bushes tended to be. Such silence unnerved you. There had to be something there. Why it refused to communicate or chose you to be its target, you had no idea. You were a nice person. You never hurt anyone. What was up with it? What was it thinking? Feeling more frustrated, you inched the knife closer to the bush and gritted your teeth. It bared no response, but you were determined.

“Show yourself, you coward,” you barked. The bush rustled once more. “Come on! Make your move!”

As if on cue, as soon as you concluded your demand, the source of the rustling did make its move. However, it was far from what you expected. A little creature, barely taller than a hand, with clawed fingers and toes and a long, pinkish snout, scurried out past the leaves and right to your feet. You jumped back in surprise but found yourself positively entranced in the little guy’s appearance. It sniffed up at you innocently with a gold coin in its tiny hands.

“Well, would you look at you.” You knelt down, careful not to scare it. It peered up at you, still frozen in place. “I’m not going to hurt you, little fella. I promise, the knife is just for humans.”

With another sniff of the air, the creature inched closer to you. You followed its gaze up to your necklace, which held a pendant that sparkled in the soft moonlight, and smiled.

“You like shiny things, huh buddy? Well,” you said, reaching into your purse, “you can’t have my necklace, but I do have another coin if you want it. It’s silver and worth five cents.”

Procuring said nickel, you held it out at the creature’s level and watched with wonder as it made its way forward to get it. It set aside its coin and scurried up to you. It met your eyes right before reaching out to take the coin, as if asking permission to do so. A few sharp clicks left its mouth once your nickel successfully was in its hands, signifying its pleasure with it. You smiled.

“I do hope you enjoy that. I was planning on buying a drink with that later.”

Right as you were about to get up and leave the creature be, something else caught your eye. A long and very red scratch trailed across its back haphazardly. It was not immediately impeding the creature from moving, but you just knew if you left it be, it surely would not be well off. Major scratches like the one it donned did not heal on their own. The little guy needed bandages and ointments.

You fumbled in your purse. A few moments later, you found another coin. This one was a bright and shining copper penny, and it seemed to impress the hurt creature more than the nickel. It reached up with its little clawed hands.

“I’ll make you a deal.” You held the penny in front of its snout. “You can have this, but you have to let me hold you without hurting me. Okay? Do we have a deal?”

The creature happily put your nickel in its pouch and took the penny into its hands – a solid understanding of your deal, if you had ever seen one. You took its awe over the copper as your chance to pick it up. Though its claws were sharp, its fur was anything but. Its fluffy fur and warmth met your hand as you cradled it into you, careful not to touch the scratch on its back. You could see from your closer viewing angle that it ran deeper than you originally thought. It also looked quite muddled up with soil. You had no choice but to bring it back home with you. You had to make sure it survived the night.

After a brisk walk home, you entered your apartment and flicked on the light. It was not much, but you loved its cozy brown walls and its roaring fireplace for making it feel like home. The moment the door was shut, the creature seemed to understand it as home, for it jumped out of your grasp and scurried about on the floor. You watched in a bit of awe as it immediately went to digging out coins from your loveseat. Shaking your head, you told it to not get into too much trouble and went off to grab wound cleaning supplies.

Upon returning, you found the little guy on top of a pile of coins and a few lost earrings. Just like before, it sat sniffing the air. You grinned.

“You’re quite the finder, you know. Is that how you got hurt, huh? Hunting for coins?”

Sitting on the ground, you placed your first-aid kit beside you. The creature watched with big eyes as you pulled out everything from gauze and disinfecting ointment to spray bottles and water. You began with the water. Suctioning some of it from its jar, you brought the creature into your arm and gently began to wash out the wound. It squirmed and made more noise, but you made sure to hold it close and firm.

“I’m sorry if it stings,” you told it gently, brushing the back of your hand alongside its side to soothe its upset squeaks. “I promise you will feel much better after I finish.”

When all the dirt was gone, you were able to apply the ointment. Taking a cotton ball out of your kit and lathering it in the cream, you held the creature tight and began to dab the white substance along its cut until the wound was fully covered. It did not seem to like the feeling of the disinfectant doing its job, but you were quite pleased to see the wound already begin to soak up the cream and heal. It would thank you later.

“Alright, last part right here,” you said, pulling out your gauze. “If you continue to be a good little creature, maybe I’ll reward you with a little something. I am the proud owner of a piggy bank, you know.”

That did the trick. The entirety of the time you spent wrapping it up, the creature sat still and uncomplaining. It posed proudly in its new bandage as you finished as if it knew how good it had been the whole way. You shut your kit before picking it up and grinning.

“Thank you for being so good. I believe you really have deserved your gift.”

All gifts would have to wait, though. You door bell rang followed by two knocks. The sound startled not just you, but also the creature, who all but jumped from your hand to your couch to hide. Frown plastered on your face, you went and opened up the door. It was a man in a long bluish-grey coat and warm yellowish-orange vest. His curls fell in his face and protected his gaze, which rested anywhere but your eyes. You swore he was the cutest guy you had seen in years.

Clearing your throat, you raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes?”

“So sorry to intrude.” Wow, his voice was much deeper and more attractive than you expected. “But I do believe you have something of mine.”

“Oh?”

Gazing off to the side of you, his eye line met the little creature on the loveseat. You followed his gaze to it and smiled. Of course, he had to be someone’s pet. It just was your luck that his “someone” was this adorable man. Stepping inside, you went and picked up the creature. It sat on your palm with your shiny penny happily in its grasp.

“I found it in a bush on my way home,” you told him, petting the little guy. “I was ready to defend myself, but then it crawled out and I saw it was hurt and well…the rest is history.”

The man examined the creature with awe. “You…you took care of him?”

You nodded. “I couldn’t let him sit there hurt and all alone, now could I?”

He shook his head and took the creature from your hand. He cradled him into his jacket, where the creature looked comfortable and right. You thought it was one of the more adorable things you had ever seen.

“T-Thank you. For taking him in and all.”

“It was no problem.” You smiled. “My name’s {Y/N}, by the way.”

“Newt Scamander,” he replied, flashing you a glimpse of a dazzling white smile. That, you reckoned, was dangerous enough to send your heart fluttering. A light blush dusting your cheeks, you told him it was nice to meet him. He returned the sentiment, bashful as ever. Looking to the fluffy creature in his arms and not wanting to see him go just yet, you leaned against the doorframe and decided to question what exactly your new friend was. Newt pet him, careful to mind the bandage.

“He’s a Niffler. They are found commonly in Britain and prefer to live underground beneath the soil in little lairs they create. I believe I don’t need to explain to you their penchant for anything shiny.” His eyes sparkled, making you giggle.

“Oh, no, I learned that pretty fast with this little guy.”

“I would be more than willing to repay you for anything he may have stolen.”

You shook your head. “Nonsense. All he took was some change. I don’t mind. B-But, thank you.”

Newt’s cheeks dusted a most glorious rose shade. Your heart did a brief flip.

“You’re welcome.”

Both of you shifted in silence as the other wondered how exactly to extend this chance meeting. You figured perhaps you could ask him how he ended up finding the Niffler at your door, and he figured he could ask if you how he could ever repay you for treating his creature with so much care and love, but ultimately nerves won out. He stuttered another profuse thank you for taking care of the Niffler, and you went with it. You did not push him further and helped him out the door with a soft goodbye and promise to save any more creatures you may stumble upon. It was a sad and anticlimactic goodbye, and you cursed yourself for not doing more as you turned back to your empty apartment, but then suddenly you hear your name called and turn back around to find Newt standing at the bottom steps. He looked nervous as sin and out of breath. But, right when you thought he was ready to pass out or run back away, he jumped up the steps with long strides and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

If the Niffler had startled you earlier, this knocked you clean off your feet.

Hand coming up to your mouth, you watched in shock as the shy man with a weird pet stepped back and scanned your face desperately for a reaction. He looked almost guilty for acting out. He definitely had no idea what came over him. Neither did the Niffler, who rested in his arms rather ruffled up by the ordeal. Catching his beautiful blue-green eyes staring at you, you blushed profusely.

“S-Sorry, um…I…w-would you like to come check up on the Niffler’s progress tomorrow?”

Smiling, you leaned back on the doorframe and gave him a nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I would love that, Newt.”

Face lighting up, Newt nodded back at you, flashed that same smile that had sent electricity through your veins earlier, and then made his way down the street and away. You did not know much about this man or his strange creature, but if one thing was known, it was that you were eager to learn everything you could and more.

Perhaps walking the streets of New York would not be so bad by his side.

And with a Niffler in tow, of course.

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