I’m trying a new way of doing this kind of post, hope you guys like it 🙂
Mornings
If you wake up first, you can’t help but watch your husband sleeping peacefully
Newt always looks so anxious and stressed, it’s nice to see him relaxing and taking a break
He doesn’t like cuddling while you’re asleep, but he sleeps with his hand stretched out to you
More often than not, you end up propping yourself up on your elbows and tracing the lines and curves of his face with your fingertips gently
There’s nothing more adorable than when he scrunches his nose up in his sleep before waking up and blinking sleepily up at you
He’ll pout, silently asking for a kiss, and you’ll collapse on the bed beside him with a grin, snuggling into his side
He still smiles and holds you close, content with knowing that he’ll get a proper kiss later
If Newt wakes up first, he likes to get as many of the chores done before you wake up so that you can relax
About an hour after he’s gotten up, he’ll bring you a cup of your favourite tea and wake you gently with a loving kiss on your forehead and a whispered “Good morning”
Creatures
Newt loves that you take such an interest in his creatures, and that they seem to love you just as much as he does
The Niffler takes a particular shining to you, which Newt resents slightly because “the little bugger gives me hell”
But he can’t help his heart swelling with affection when he watches you cuddling the fluffy little bastard
The two of you had to stay up all night once when the Occamy’s eggs were hatching, and Newt swears he’s never been more in love than in the hours of watching your face light up at every movement one of the babies made
Your clothes were creased and dusty from sitting in the enclosure for so long, your hair a tangled mess, dirt smudges on your face, and you were the most beautiful creature Newt had ever seen
Likewise, you could barely stop yourself sneaking glances at him with his hair even messier than usual, his jacket and waistcoat long since discarded, and his shirtsleeves rolled up carelessly
Once all the babies had hatched and were content to sleep a few hours, you and Newt fell back in exhaustion, much too tired to climb out of the case and into your little apartment
You lay with your head resting on Newt’s stomach, your arms folded across your belly and tiny snores escaping your lips as you get the first bit of rest you’ve had that day
Newt can barely take his eyes off you
Newt’s book
Newt is a terrible night-owl, and it’s not uncommon for you to wake up in the wee hours of the morning to find his side of the bed empty and the soft glow from the oil lamp on his desk spilling under the bedroom door
Eventually you’ll get up and go into the living room to see him slumped at his desk, surrounded by scrunched up pieces of paper and holding his head in his hands
You approach him quietly, and start to massage his sore shoulders gently while pressing gentle kisses to his jaw and cheek, before wrapping your arms around him and resting your chin on his shoulder
“The book will still be there in the morning,” you whisper, nuzzling his cheek with the tip of your nose. “Come to bed.”
He’ll sigh in defeat, leaning into your touch briefly before getting up and following you to bed
Newt looking after you
Whenever he knows you’ve had a long day at work, he tries to get all the housework and his own work done before you get home so that you have no choice but to relax
When you finally get home, exhausted, you find your favourite meal on the table, your pyjamas hanging by the fireplace so that they’re nice and warm for you, and Newt emerging from the bathroom with his sleeves rolled up and face flushed from pouring a nice hot bath for you
You raise your eyebrows at him in amusement, and he gives you a sheepish grin in response as he takes your coat and guides you to the table for your dinner
You looking after Newt
As adamant as Newt is that his creatures would never hurt a hair on his head, sometimes things just go wrong and he ends up with another nasty scar to add to his collection
On numerous occasions, you’ve been waiting in the apartment for your husband to finish seeing to his beloved creatures when you’ve heard a cry of pain echoing from the case
With your wand in your hand and your heart feeling as if it was somewhere in your throat, you hurry down into the case, grabbing the modest first aid kit from the shed before running off in search of Newt
Most recently, you found him practically right outside the shed with blood pouring from his arm and a guilty smile on his face
Not bothering to ask what happened, you help him out of the case and onto the couch, immediately beginning to treat his wounds
He watches with a guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach as you stitch up his arm and wipe away the blood without so much as flinching
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, reaching out with his uninjured arm and stroking your cheek clumsily as you crouch beside where he’s lying
You lean into his touch with a sad smile, before making him promise to be more careful
A/N: So that’s that done! I haven’t even seen the movie yet but I’m reading the book and an unhealthy amount of Newt x readers.
Newt could no keep his eyes off you. He knew you’d given him the simple task of cracking a few eggs into a bowl and whisking them for some French Toast but he just couldn’t bring himself to look away. You glanced over at him and when you realised he was still staring at you, you dropped your spatula onto the counter before turning down the heat of the stove, crossing your arms and playfully glaring at him.
“What’s with all the staring, Scamander?” You asked, gently poking his chest. He rocked back slightly and smiled adoringly when your façade failed and your uncontrollable grin broke through.
“Nothing, I just can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater,” He said, beaming at you, his fingers gently – almost teasingly – brushing the hem of the sweater and the skin of your thighs. Your cheeks heated up and you pushed him away.
“You’re so sappy,” You said, causing Newt to chuckle as you picked the spatula back up to get back to the bacon before it burnt.
Newt wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, feeling the thick fabric bunch up under his hands. He sighed contently, resting his head on your shoulder. “I love you so much,” He mumbled, giving the shell of your ear a gentle peck.
You grinned, turning back to him, pressing your lips against his once, twice and then a final time. “I love you too, Newt.”
A/N: I’m FBAWTFT trash and Newt Scamander is the purest soul I’ve ever seen beside Credence.
The first time you meet Newt Scamander is in your First Year in Hodwarts just before you were sorted into a house. You’re nervous and when he notices it, he walks over to you and tells you not to be afraid of the Sorting Hat. He tells you that he will be proud of you when you walk up the stairs to be sorted into a house.
After you get sorted into your house, you smile brightly at him and he smiles back.
A few days later you find out his name and that he is in his Third Year and was sorted into Hufflepuff.
Ever since then he’s one of your best friends (even if he belongs to a different house).
After you graduate Newt picks you up and takes you with him to travel the world to find the most beautiful beasts you’ve ever seen.
You love listening to his stories and facts about the beasts he hides inside his case.
Newt’s very passionate about his research and you’re the only one who is allowed to come into his case.
Most of his beasts accept you as their friend.
You love playing with and caring for his little friends.
While your parents don’t think it’s a good idea to travel around the world with Newt because it gets dangerous, they still think he’s a good man. Newt would protect you at all costs.
Lots of running.
You both love books and you love reading together, cuddling with each other on the bed or couch.
You both practicing magic together.
Him being interessted in your hobbys.
Him trying everything out you like.
When you’re sick Newt takes care of you until you feel better. The same goes the other way around.
One day, after a tiring chase, he kisses you and you kiss him back, burrying your fingers in his fluffy hair while his shaky hands are placed on your hips.
Him apologizing for kissing you and you slapping his shoulder lightly, telling him it was okay and that you liked the kiss very much.
Him blushing a little bit.
Your relationship is pure and innocent. Most of the time you share chaste kisses, hold hands, make stupid jokes, play pranks, talk and cuddle.
You’re the one who takes the first steps.
You straddle him on the couch and kiss him passionately after he told you how beautiful and clever you are.
Heavy make out sessions happen more often.
You get more comfortable and start touching each other ‘above the belt’.
(You even try to make him touch your boobs, sometimes even under your shirt.)
Him telling you he’s still a virgin and you rolling your eyes, telling him you knew it all along because you two were constantly together beside the time between his and your graduation.
Him knowing if you’re a virgin or not.
The first time he eats you out/sucks you off is weird because he doesn’t know how to do it correctly, so you tell him.
Newt’s embarassed and you both start laughing.
His first blowjob ends up with him struggling to keep still.
He gags you accidently with his cock and apologizes for hours after that.
Your first time happens a few days after he tells you he’s in love in you.
You’re both clumsy, but take your time.
Much laughter.
And moans.
And tender, soft kissing.
You both are very eager to pleasure each other with your fingers and mouth.
You going with Newt to New York and meeting Jacob, Tina and Queenie, your new friends.
You trying to make Jacob ask Queenie if she wants to go on a date.
You trying to help Credence but it’s too late.
Taking away Jacob’s memories doesn’t make it better.
So this is like one of my favorite moments in Fantastic Beasts–I know, it’s tiny! But hear me out:
What Newt does and says and his body language says so much!!!
First off, he, out of anyone in the world, knows fullwell that this isn’t a good place to release the Swooping Evil.
BUT
He spends all his time studying and working with animals that wizards don’t appreciate and couldn’t care for (and even want to kill), and he does this all alone because he doesn’t really fit in with people.
Then here comes Jacob, who knows like nothing! Newt has no problem just scooping him up and inviting him along, even though it’s illegal. And now, he finally has someone to show his lifelong passion to, who will find it interesting and wondrous, instead of unusual or weird.
You can tell by Newt’s body language in this scene, that he’s (very privately) been internally dying to show the Swooping Evil off to someone–though he would never voice or acknowledge that out loud (probably because of previous negative reactions). But you can tell, even just in this gif, that he’s daydreamed about it for weeks or months. His inner (perhaps childlike) self thinks this thing is sick!! And he’s been dying to share it!!
But Newt is not a boastful or loud person. He wouldn’t draw attention to that fact (he’s a Hufflepuff and also has been stigmatized in his society). No. But look at his body language–his back is to Jacob and he flings that beast out at him. It’s like he’s daydreamed about and yearned for this moment so much, he’s staged it!! That’s not the body language of someone who wants to gently show Jacob a Swooping Evil, that’s the body language of someone who thinks this thing is freaking sweet!! And has been internally, perhaps subconsciously dying to show it off. And if you don’t believe me, look close and you can see that tiny little smile/smirk he’s sort of hiding from Jacob.
Newt totally eats this thing up, but it’s like he doesn’t want anyone to know just how much so.
And then he says (sort of trying to hide his smile), “Probably shouldn’t let it loose in here.” When he knows full well he shouldn’t have, but he just feels the need to say that to downplay the reality that he just really wanted to share this thing with someone. Because to be so openly passionate about it is too much of a risk, too vulnerable, because of past rejections. No, he needs to almost play dumb so he takes 0 risks at being made fun of for loving this–even with Jacob, who is his best bet who won’t make fun of him (because he doesn’t know better)
The subtext is this like three-second moment kills me with it’s perfection. It’s freaking brilliant.
Word Count: 8.2K+ Pairing: Newt Scamander x Female Reader Summary: A series of moments during Newt’s journey on the U.S. where he is reminded of the best memories he has of you. Rating: MA (Explicit) Warnings: Explicit sex scenes; death of minor characters. A/N: Things to know beforehand: the reader was also a Hufflepuff because it’s kind of a mess to not specify which house they were in (not because I’m a Hufflepuff myself at all– ok maybe a little) and also I don’t think we know when Newt was expelled so I just went and used the year I wanted. Another thing– because we don’t have the specifics of Newt and Leta’s relationship I tried to vague it up as much as I could, because I don’t want to make up another story that will deviate too much from canon.
As Newt’s travel through the Atlantic Sea finally starts to reach its final time and he is able to see the Statue of Liberty approaching, his mind can’t help but wander off to what he left behind in Europe.
You.
It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth to think you’re not here with him– especially because you’ve been married for less than a year– but he knows that you coming on this journey with him simply had not been possible. You have your own work to attend to and it’s not something you can leave behind– he understands that perfectly. Still, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss you so much that his body aches all over– but he’ll have to learn to live with that for as long as he stays in this country.
In one hand he carries his valuable suitcase and in the other he has the letter you gave him before he parted– when you told him that he had to read it only after his ship was on its way to America. He did as told, and right in the middle of a word there’s a circular smudge where a tear fell the moment he read it for the first time. It’s the only one, luckily, because he was careful not to damage it any more after that.
There is a tender smile on his face as he reads the last words you wrote, and he’s completely flooded by the sense of peace and rightness that always invades him when he thinks about you and what you have built together.
And whenever you find yourself missing me just remember how much I love you, and be certain that no matter where you are or what time it is I will be here, missing you just as much.
Toad's Cave 