Prompt: “The Niffler steals something of Newt’s, running to the reader when Newt comes after him. Fluff ensues.”
Warnings: None
A/N: Thank you for all of the kind comments on the last Newt fic i posted! It made my day reading all of them, thank you so much! Here’s another Newt fic I came up with. I haven’t gotten any requests for him yet, but I love to write for him and his creatures. (The Niffler is my favorite- if you can’t tell from my header lol).
“Hey! Get back here!”
You turned around from mixing a potion to see a familiar furry black blob jump over the shed door and race over the floor in a flurry of paws. The Niffler scurried up your leg, his tiny claws pricking you through your clothes.
“What are you doing?” You asked, frowning at the Niffler. He just sniffed, watching the wide, open door for a second before burying his snout into your neck.
“What’s wrong?” You put a hand on his back.
“Niffler!” Newt barged into the shed, his clothes disheveled and his green eyes wide. He leaned against the doorframe panting. “Where is that Niffler?” He asked between breaths.
“Right here,” you said, pointing to the cowering creature on your shoulder. Newt sighed, stepping forward with outstretched hands. The Niffler took one look at him and back even further away from Newt. You exchanged a curious look between the creature and his handler.
“What’s going on?” You asked.
“He took my pocketwatch again,” Newt said.
“Oh. Well, you can’t blame him,” you said, guiding the Niffler into your arms. He sat there, clutching your wrist with his tiny paws and blinking at Newt.
“I’ve told him repeatedly not to,” Newt said. “I love him, but he needs to learn to leave things alone that aren’t his.”
“Oh, come on,” you said, giving the creature a pat on the head. “It’s in his nature, you can’t blame him.”
“Now you’re taking his side?” Newt protested, sounding betrayed. Though he couldn’t keep a grin off his face as he spoke. “You’d betray your boyfriend for a little thief?”
“He’s a cute thief,” you said pointedly. You tapped Newt on the nose, sweeping past him to get a small penny from the counter. You handed it to the Niffler, the Niffler eagerly taking it and giving it a good sniff. While he was distracted, you reached into his pouch and pulled out Newt’s pocketwatch.
“Here you are,” you said, holding out the watch for Newt. He took it gratefully, giving you one of his trademark bashful smiles.
“Thank you.” He tucked the watch back into his pocket safely. He leaned forward, giving the Niffler a little tap on the head. The creature was still inspecting the penny, turning it over and over in his paws. He looked up when Newt patted him, blinking innocently. “We’ll work on the thievery,” Newt promised. The Niffler just huffed, stuffing the penny into his pouch and crawling into Newt’s outstretched hands.
“Now let’s go see how the Occamies are doing,” Newt said, heading out of the shed. The Niffler was perched on the top of his head like a furry crown, clutching Newt’s golden hair as he walked. You grabbed the Occamy food, following the pair down to the Occamy nest. It was just your average day in the suitcase.
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Quicksilver (x-men) putting mistletoes everywhere so he can keep kissing you over and over?”
Warnings: None, some kisses
A/N: So I got a lot of response regarding the first holiday one shot “A Christmas Miracle” about making a sequel. Would you guys be interested in one?? I’d love to write one! 😀
I also still need three holiday themed requests for Twelve Days of Fanfic! Please send some in 😀 If I get more than three, I’ll just post more than one a day
You bounded down the grand, sweeping staircase at the entryway of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. You passed by a couple students, giving them small smiles and wishing them a good Christmas break. They all grinned and waved back, knowing you well from around the Mansion.
You strolled down the hallway to the kitchen, your stomach rumbling loudly. You hadn’t eaten since early this morning, and you were looking forward to a nice, relaxed dinner without any interruptions.
When the reached the doorway to the kitchen, you paused. There was a sprig of leaves hanging from the door frame, the dark green stems waving gently. You frowned, reaching up to pull the leaves down. You weren’t sure how they had gotten there in the first place-
Your hand was suddenly pushed out of the way by a flash of silver. You jumped back, the flash stopping beside you to reveal your boyfriend, Peter Maximoff. He gave you his cheeky trademark grin, pointing a slender finger up at the leaves.
“Mistletoe,” he said. Before you could answer, he leaned forward, giving you a quick kiss before running off again. You blinked up at the plant, your lips still slightly parted from the kiss. Well, that explained that.
Later that day, you were walking down to the library to find a book when you saw another sprig of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. It looked almost exactly like the branch from the kitchen you had found earlier.
“Got you.”
Peter flashed by again, giving you another sweet kiss before speeding off down the hallway.
Even later that night, you were making your way up to your room when, inexplicably, hanging from your door, was yet another bunch of mistletoe.
“Peter,” you sighed, smiling as you stopped under the leaves. You were beginning to catch on to your boyfriend’s plans.
“Yes?”
He appeared next to you, his hands tucked in his familiar silver jacket. You raised an eyebrow up at him.
“Have you been moving this mistletoe around all day?” You asked.
Peter shrugged, trying unsuccessfully to hide a bashful grin. “Maybe. I just wanted to keep kissing you.”
You blushed, a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading through your chest.
“I still have to collect one from here,” Peter said, stepping forward. He pressed his lips to yours, savoring this kiss more than the others. You reached a hand back to clutch the doorknob, holding yourself up as Peter deepened the kiss. His lips were sticky and tasted of peppermint. He must’ve been eating candy canes just a bit before. He then pulled away, leaving you breathless.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispered against your lips. You were frozen in place as he reached up, pulling the sprig of mistletoe down from the doorway. He gave you one last cheeky grin before running off, leaving you with a pounding heart and lips that tasted of sweet peppermint.
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