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Summary: Headcanons: Telling Newt you’re pregnant

You’re unsure how Newt is going to react

You decide to just bring it up after feeding time

The minute the words leave your lips Newt sweeps you off your feet and refuses to put you down until he’s made sure you’re telling the truth

He then apperates the both of you to Theseus house; nevermind its four in the morning in London Theseus needs to know he’s going to be an uncle

Newt becomes really protective

He makes a point of going around to tell all his creatures and reminding them

He tries to do everything for you

He asks Dougal and Pickett to keep an eye on you

All of the creatures seem to understand and act calmer and are more gentle around you

When you go to visit his parents and tell them his mother informs you both she already knows because Theseus apperated over after you told him to cry about being an uncle; he assumed you’d told his parents and he was the second to know

A/N: It’s been ages since I last wrote anything, I know, I’m so sorry!! Life is catching up to me and a lot has gone downhill since I last posted on here. Without further ado, here’s my latest creation! I recently saw the new fantastic beasts movie with one of my friends and it was so heartbreaking and awe inducing! The climax was beautiful I cried so much you have no idea!! Please enjoy!!

Word count: 791 (excluding intro and outro)

Warning: spoilers!! Angst!!! Reader is female!!!

Six days, three hours, and fifty-two seconds since you last saw your “father”. You missed him dearly. You missed his warm pastries on rainy days, his bellowing laughter when he read the comics in the newspaper, and the warm smile he gave customers. He was a caring man, with a heart of pure gold. You loved him like family, and you knew your mother did too. Your mother who had joined Grindlewald to marry the no-maj she desperately loved. You were no mind reader. You didn’t need to be to see that she was in as much pain as you were in. You didn’t understand her actions. She wanted so bad to be closer to him, but in doing so she left him alone, and pulled you with her. Since that horrific night, you had shut her out completely. You shut everyone off, isolating yourself to books and journals.

When Queenie tries to peek in your head, she’s met with static. She wants to know what you’re thinking, if you’re scared, angry, or just thinking. She couldn’t bear to see you upset with your father. Of course that’s what she’d assume, that you were upset with Jacob for not joining his family. It upset her too. But she loved him, and knew he would come around. For her sake and yours. She and Jacob adopted you as soon as she restored Jacob’s memories, and she did the same for you.

You were a no-maj as well, who knows how you got sucked up in this magical creatures business. But once you were, it seemed you had four parents.

While you quietly sat in the library of the castle, you rested on a loveseat with a screenplay in your hand. You wrote poetry yourself, but you could never compare yourself to the likes of Shakespeare. Generic, yes, but you’ve read every other book in the library, and Romeo and Juliet just so happened to be your favorite.

Queenie walked in cautiously, as if she were to frighten you by making too loud of a sound. “Sweetie?” She asked you gently, your eyes slowly shifting from the ancient words in the book to your mother. “Yeah?” You sat up as the gears in your head began to turn, reminding you to be careful with how you spoke to her. “I was just worried about you… I haven’t seen you very much since we…” She trailed off, just as careful with her words as you are. “You keep shutting me out and I just want to make sure you’re okay.” A careful, but forgiving smile twitched briefly onto her lips before her expression returned neutral. “I’m fine.” You respond quickly, your words sharper than intended. Clearly, she didn’t appreciate the tone. But she thought you were hurting the same way she was, so instantly she forgave you.

Queenie rushed to your side and gently placed her hand on your arm, it took more effort from you to keep her shut out of your mind. “I can tell you’re hurting… I can help you but you have to let me in. Tell me what you’re feeling…” She begged, only wanting the trust and care she somehow lost from you. You gave in, though you were still selective with what you said. “I feel… confused… scared… lonely… disappointed..” You finally managed to say, watching the relief in Queenie’s shoulders replace the tension locking them in place. “Oh, my (Y/N), I know it hurts. I know you’re upset because your father left us but-” You stood and pulled away from her, taking a few steps away from the woman you once knew as Queenie. “That’s not at all why I’m upset!” You snapped, the gears in your head circled faster and faster, clouding your head with an angry steam that pushed out your usual self and replaced it with something new. “You wanted us to be a family, yet you separated us even more. You wanted to get married then you left him standing there at the cemetery. You promised to always be with him then you left him alone!” You vented, you yelled, you cried as though your words were a circus wolf scratching and clawing to be free. And all Queenie could do was sit there and stare at you in disbelief. Eventually, your voice died down and you left her with your final words. “You’re not my mother.” with that, you left to not be seen by anyone for the rest of the day.

Queenie stayed in the library for a while, tears slowly going down her face as she watched the fire slowly burn out. “I never really thought about it that way….” She whispered to no one.

Summary: Newt/Reader; a/b/o dynamics, Newt is an Alpha but prefers to keep it hidden

Some part of you isn’t surprised; it made sense the more you thought about it. Newt Scamander was an Alpha; it’s how he was able to keep so many different creatures in order under the same small area; they were his pack and he was their Alpha. It was why, despite how meek most people described him as they always seemed to respect him a little too much for him to be written off as the Beta that was marked on the forms he presented. Queenie had told Tina that they were forged; you knew before either of them had said anything as you’d help him get them.

You hadn’t told him why you knew the forger; you figured he assumed it was something to do with you having trips back and forth overseas and smuggling a few creatures of your own. You don’t argue with him. You don’t notice the way he keeps you closer to him than the others, despite only having been traveling with him for months; it feels like you’ve known each other for years. While you weren’t close at Hogwarts, you blamed it on your shyness and the fact you were both hufflepuffs.

You’re late for the tea he invited you to; he’d wanted you to meet his friends visiting from America and you’d been more than excited to go; of course Theseus decided to come with you; insisting his brother would be fine with it. When you show up to the place Tina and Queenie are staying in; trailing behind sputtering apologies about being late; Queenie grins at you and Newt’s hand nudges you in the door as he glares at Theseus. You catch when Tina goes to shake your hand; and Theseus moves out of the way; his hands brushing on your back; Newt steps backward and Queenie’s eyes light up as she smiles. When you go to shake her hand she pulls you into a hug winking and you catch Newt’s arms wrapping around himself.

“Didn’t you have something to show him?” Theseus reminds you and you grin almost running into Newt when you pull your case up.

“You got a case like mine?” He grins and you nod.

“Yes but that’s not what I wanted to show you; well I should tell you first.” You nod sitting back down at the table hiding your burning face at the fact you almost crashed into him.

“So I was cutting through the back alley’s to try to find, well it doesn’t matter why.” You cut yourself off avoiding talking about the forger and the suppresant potions you buy from him; instead chewing your lip as if to remember something.

“Either way this caught my eye.” You gesture to the shimmering bangle that’s woven with gold and silver.

“And just as I was about to get it Victor rushes in; grabs it from my hand and then I have to chase him over three more streets until he gives it back!” You grin and Queenie laughs. Newt looks suddenly very upset.

“Victor?” Theseus questions and you nod.

“Yes; here.” You unlatch your case and pull the half asleep niffler out.

“He’s blind; but can still sense shiny things!” You hold Victor out and he yawns before his paws twist to try to grab the bracelet.

“Oh wow.” Newt breathes looking far less upset.

“You know what that means right?” You bounce slightly unable to wait as you answer your own question.

“Nifflers don’t just use sight to find items! They probably use smell or some sort of  specialized sensors!” You grin and Newt beams back. You pat Victor on the head and Newt offers his hands out Victor snaps and hisses slightly.

“Oh; Victor don’t be mean.” You scold softly and Victor curls onto your lap.

“He must not be comfortable with your smell; he doesn’t like anyone besides me; if it helps.” You add as Newt deflates slightly.

“Oh! Hold on; sorry; may I?” You offer your hand out to Newt and he nods reaching forward. You try your best to block out the thoughts of what you’re about to do; and you quickly brush the scent gland on your wrist over Newts arm, nudging Victor who moves forward letting Newt’s hand now brush his fur. Newt grins and you smile back letting him pet Victor who still sits on your lap. You try your best to fight off a yawn but fail Tina offering you a bed to stay the night.

“It’ll just be in there with Newt; if that’s alright.” She smiles and you nod. Whenever you’d traveled with him you’d both always made sure to have beds as far away as possible; to avoid any awkwardness. You find it ironic that staying with his friends is when you’re forced to sleep next to each other. You try your best to figure out why you’re so tired; you hadn’t been out or up late; there was no reason for you to feel so exhausted beyond your heat; but you knew that wouldn’t be happening due to the suppression potion you’d taken earlier. You try your best not to squirm too much when you start to feel hot; you close your eyes for a moment and before you know it Queenie is muttering to Tina who’s awkwardly trying to convince Newt to stay in his case.

“It’s okay Tina; I can just go back to the hotel; it’s no problem if Theseus walks with me anyways; no one’s going to bother and Alpha and Omega walking to a hotel.” You know what’s happening; you’ve caught on that the suppression potion was a fake; probably nothing more that flavoured water or a pep-up potion.

“Y/N; it’s fine stay here. We can talk to Newt when he comes back up.”

“Back up?”

“He bolted down there right after Tina said you were an Omega; seems like he had no idea.” Queenie smiles and you eye the case as it opens once more.

“Y/N can stay in my case. I charmed it so you won’t be able to get out until your heat fades. It’s safer. Besides all the creatures like you; you’ll be safe, they won’t let anyone hurt you.” You nod stumbling down the stairs to grin at the creatures.

“Hey guys; I’m sorry I’m not Newt I’ll start feeding you in a sec.”

“They’ve already been fed Y/N!”

“They deserve treats!” You shout back and Newt bites his lip to stop from smiling.

“You went down there cause it's far away from me; so I couldn’t read your mind.” Queenie grins and him and Newt sighs.

“You could just tell her.” Theseus comments and Newt turns to him.

“I’m amazed she hasn’t noticed your jealousy yet; you almost shoved me out the door when I walked in.” He grins and Newt glares shrugging.

“Do you remember when I met her? You had to physically step away because you wanted to; well Merlin knows what you wanted to do, but I was a problem in that equation.” Newt glares and keeps his eyes down.

“I just wanted you to step back.” He mutters and Theseus grins.

“You didn’t want me near her, why?” Newt doesn’t say anything turning away.

“It’s odd; you wanting an omega. Especially one like that.” Theseus says it to goad Newt. He’s about to respond when you climb halfway out of the suitcase.

“Newt; I thought you might want your coat.” You offer it out and he nods in thanks. Theseus tries his best to not grin in triumph. Newt blinks for a moment swallowing before Queenie grins.

“Newt just tell her how you feel honey. It’ll make everything easier.”

“I don’t need to- bugger.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I left my wand down there.”

“You can get it when she’s sleeping; or Queenie can grab it.” Tina assures and Newt nods, folding his jacket over the chair.

-It’s almost midnight; you feed the creatures a few extra treats, ignoring the scolding you’re probably going to get from Newt when he returns and curl into the makeshift bed he uses when he stays down in the case. You try your best not to make any noise when you can hear footsteps; curling further into his scent from the bed and trying to ignore how your heat makes every part of you ache.

“Y/N?” Newt’s voice is softer than you’ve heard and you don’t respond.

“There it is.” You hear him mumble as he no doubt picks his wand up from the workbench.

“Hey Dougal; where’s Y/N? She doing okay? Are you guys taking care of her?” You can hear him talking to the other creatures.

“Where’s the Niffler; he didn’t.” Newt doesn’t finish instead turning and walking over to the bed where you know the niffler has settled next to your stomach.

“How beautiful.” He sighs and you shift in the bed pretending to be asleep. You can feel his hand hovering over your face and his fingers run through your hair before he pulls away.

“You guys keep her safe okay?” He repeats sighing sadly as he moves; you make sure he’s almost up the stairs before you pretend to wake whining. You can hear him stop moving and suck in a breath.

“Newt.” You can hear Theseus’ voice and Newt sighs once more.

“You know you wouldn’t forgive yourself.” Theseus repeats and you furrow your brow trying to keep quiet as you follow Newt on the stairs; holding the drowsy niffler to your chest protectively.

“Newt?” you question and he trips slightly on the stairs running back up and slamming the case closed. You blink up at the doorway in the darkness.

“Oh, I guess he doesn’t want me then.” You try your best not to sniffle to the niffler who then scrambles away as you place him on the bed. The niffler returns offering you a shimmering ring. You thank him pulling the ring towards you before offering it back out. The niffler squeaks and you put the ring on; it makes a pleased sound and settles next to you as you return to the bed; ignoring the embarrassment as you press your face into Newt’s scent and all but roll around in it.

You wake up to Queenie laughing and you're about to let her know you’re awake but she retreats to the stairs.

“NEWT!” She hisses up and you can hear his footsteps before his voice fills your ears.

“What’s wrong did something happen? Did one of the- Queenie; if you don’t tell me what happened…” he trails off and you can hear him suppress a laugh.

“Well at least the niffler likes her.” He sighs and you can feel his fingers softly touching you; moving something off of your arm You open your eyes and shift slightly; his hand going from close to your neck to lower almost at your chest.

“Sorry.” He jumps back moving towards the stairs and Queenie tries her best to stop staring as Newt runs up them.

“Y/N. it appears the niffler has taken a shine to you; literally.” She grins pulling off a few spare trinkets that the niffler had covered you with.

“Was that Newt?” You ask and Queenie nods.

“He doesn’t hate you sweetheart; he’s just never been around an omega during heat. He wants to help but he doesn’t know how.”

“Oh.” Is all you say but Queenie gives you a look and then sighs.

“We’re all going out in an hour; there’s a meeting at the MCUSA and Theseus managed to convince Newt to leave the case here; considering you’re in it; you’re welcome to stretch your legs once we leave; or at least make yourself a cup of tea or lunch in a proper kitchen.” She nods and you thank her, turning your attention to where the pile of jewels and shimmering objects rests.

“Okay; now then little niffler; these are yours. You can take them back.” You offer a necklace out and the niffler grips it in his hands turning it over and placing it in his pouch.

“You know what I love about Omega’s the most?” Newt cringes at the Alpha who’s been droning on and on.

“What?” Queenie rolls her eyes and Newt  tries his best to ignore the answer from the alpha.

“They’re just so helpless when they’re in heat; you can do anything to ‘em and they’ll thank you. You should try it next time you find one; I’m sure you meet dozens on your travels.” He grins and Newt sighs turning back to walk over to Theseus.

“Why am I here.”

“Because we can’t trust you with your case.” Theseus deadpans and sighs making his way over to Tina who’s talking to Queenie. Newt watches them for another moment before deciding to head back to the apartment.

He’s apparated back into the bedroom, surprised to see the case’s lid is still shut. He makes his way into the kitchen for a cup of tea; staring at the scene before him.

“Pickett sweetheart, no.” You sigh plucking the bowtruckle from where he tries to plait your hair.

“It’s going to get knots in it. Can I just make my tea in peace; I swear I’ll give you a full half of a biscuit; I won’t tell Newt anything.” Pickett squeaks back and you pout.

“Okay that’s not fair; me being in love with him and you getting half a biscuit are not the same thing at all! Either way I’ve kept that well enough; Queenie is the only person who knows; and she won’t say anything because she knows that Newt doesn’t like being outed as an Alpha.” You sigh confused when you hear a thump in the bedroom.

“Oh, I hope Dougal didn’t get out.”

“Dougal! Please don’t be- Oh. Hey Newt.” You cough awkwardly and Newt grins from where he’s sitting on the bed. He looks slightly flushed and you wonder how fast he apparated back to the house.

“Sorry.” He looks down at the ground and you shake your head.

“I was just making tea; I’ll go back down now, I just fed everyone.”

“Is Pickett with you?”

“Yes, he’s trying to plait my hair; he’s mostly just tying it in loops. Is everyone else back?”

“No, just me.”

“Were you worried about your creatures in the case?”

“Yes; I was worried about everyone; plus the conversation was getting hard to listen to.”

“Were they insulting everyone?” You frown, gesturing to the case while Pickett is peaking out from your shoulder.

“Mostly you. Well all Omega’s but it bothered me.” He wrinkles his nose and you shrug.

“It’s okay Newt; I’m sure I’ve heard worse anyways. I should get back in the case; just in case anyone comes in.” You grin a little and nod opening the case but hesitating.

“Pickett misses you.” You hold Pickett out who climbs over to Newt’s hand and up his shoulder.

“Y/N. Are you wearing my shirt?” His voice is the same as the ones he uses for his creatures.

“Yes.” You can hear the way his breath hitches as you retreat back to the case trying to avoid thinking about how flushed his face was and how pleased he looked.

“Newt are you back here?” Theseus’ voice floats down the stairs after you and you can hear Newt cough awkwardly.

“Yes the conversation was boring.”

“Where’s Y/N.”

“In the case; Pickett decided to keep me company for now.” You don’t hear Theseus’ response but you can hear Queenie and Tina entering and then Queenie’s movements towards the case.

“Y/N. Are you okay?”

 “Yes?” You peer from just under the case’s lid and she sighs.

“Please stop. The last thing I want is to hear whatever his thoughts are about that.” She shakes her head and turns back to Newt relieved that the only main thought in his head seems to be a repeat of the word mine.

You don’t ask where everyone is; you’d left your wand upstairs when you’d made tea and while you don’t need it, the security it provides is nice. You know the rest of the day will end up with you being unable to do much more than whine and fail to ignore the heat coursing through your own body. You stagger up cringing at how dizzy you are; you wonder how long it’s been since you’ve had an actual heat and you can’t remember with how everything is spinning. You stumble again crashing against the workbench and hiss curling into a ball debating if it’s even worth going back to the bed or if you can just sleep here.

“Y/N?” You lift your head when you can hear Queenie calling on the stairs.

“I’m okay.” You mumble before you can see her shoes.

“You fell; and you’re saying you’re okay?”

“I tripped over the feed bucket. That’s all.” You assure and she smirks.

“So if I call Newt down here?”

“I fell over the feed bucket.” You repeat and she nods.

“Why were you getting out of bed, I was about to bring you some breakfast.”

“I forgot my wand upstairs yesterday when I went to get tea.”

“Newt. Can you get y/n’s wand from the table.”

“Here.” Newts halfway down the stairs when Queenie’s nose wrinkles and you watch as newt sets the wand on the bench.

“No it’s fine she fell over the feed bucket.” You grin at him a little and he offers a hand out, pulling you up and hovering his other hand around your waist.

You try your best not to think about him; about how his hands felt around yours. You try your best to block out how easily he pulled you up; how relieved he had looked when you were okay.You try your best to push all these thoughts out of your head but you just curl closer to the coat he’d left on his bed trying your best to keep your hands from wandering lower; you chastise yourself by reminding yourself he’s upstairs and you’re in his bed; that he’ll smell you on everything but that just makes you ache for that moment. You bit your lip and try to stop from whining but you fail; it’s only half a whine, a squeak really but it rouses Pickett who had been put on babysitting duty and you try to assure him you’re okay but he scrambles up the steps. You’re not sure who you’d rather him get but you wait until you hear footsteps.

“Pickett.” You hiss slightly when he climbs on you. You roll from where you’d been facing the wall buried in Newts coat to come face to face with Newt himself. You don’t breathe just watching Newt. His eyes look almost black and you’re not sure why he’s being so still.

“You okay?” Newt asks and you shake your head; his hand brushing your hair nervously.

“Can I help?” You just nod reaching forward to press your nose into his neck. You don’t care how desperate you sound when you scent him; or how the rest of your body seems to coil around him as he leans over you.

“Y/N; I don’t know if you really want this love; I can’t-“ He starts but you whine and run your tongue over his neck. You can hear his breath hitch and you’re expecting to be pushed back on the bed but instead you feel yourself being pulled closer.

Summary: Newt/Reader; Soulmate AU,whatever you write/draw on your skin appears on your soulmates

All throughout school you’d catch doodles and scribbles on your arms; occasionally the faint sketch of some creature but mostly small flowers or magically drawn birds. You’d never figured out who it was during your time at hogwarts; but when you started working in the ministry; the drawings became a comfort, you often wonder if they play a role in your decision to work in the Magical Creature’s department. You don’t usually respond to the drawings, they either appear in places you can’t easily reach due to your clothes covering them; or you’re working on gathering information and trying your best to do research about the creatures everyone wants to destroy. You hate how wrong that feels and you take more comfort in the drawings of the creatures as if they’re being studied, not hunted; soon lists were added; odd ingredients or items. It was a silly habit but you found yourself buying the plants that were most commonly listed as well as keeping a small hoard of galleons for whatever kept stealing your soulmates. You’d never actually talked to him; but one day after he angrily scraped three underlines under ‘liquid seaweed’ did you draw a small frowning niffler next to it; you added a speech bubble and the words “that stung” colouring in the tears. The reaction was immediate; swirls and flowers and branches suddenly heated your skin, magically drawn on. It sunk in your soulmate never realized you’d returned the doodles; just that they had forgotten how much they’d drawn on themselves.

I’ve never thought I would have a soulmate all my time at ----------- I couldn’t ever remember seeing drawings. You frown and the gap in the sentence; you knew locations and names wouldn’t go through. You draw the niffler again; sitting on your wrist and adding a speech bubble filled with magic hearts I always thought you were too busy with whatever you do.

Research. He responds and draws a heart around the niffler.

You like nifflers? You ask and he draws another bunch of hearts before adding. They're cute but they steal everything shiny he adds a frown and you cross over it grinning as you draw yet another niffler holding a heart. They just want love is all; and all your shinies. You look up jumping when you see Thesues Scamander standing in front of your desk looking unimpressed.

“Sorry sir; what can I do for you?”

“I need the report from the incident with the grindylows from the other day. Murklow said that it could be a cover for a Grindelwald meeting.” You nod pulling your sleeve down and waving your wand to pull the report he’s asking for.

“Here you are sir; anything else?”

“Were you talking to your soulmate?” You flush a little at his question, nodding.

“Well if he likes nifflers as much as you; ask about other creatures?”

“Oh that’s a good idea sir!” You grin and he smiles softly.

“Call me Theseus, Y/N.” You nod, waiting until Theseus leaves and then scribbling on your arm a question that your soulmate leaves blank for two hours. Do you like magical creatures or are you like most others? You’re not sure what you’re expecting but you receive a paragraph along your thigh with only a few of the words blanked. You read through all of it twice grinning at how passionately he talks about how misunderstood most creatures are. You draw a niffler offering a heart out and then ask Have you read Fantastic beasts and where to find them? It just came out; I love it. You grin to yourself when a string of hearts answers your question. What do you think of the author? You chew your lip jumping when your boss calls you for a new case. You scowl at the information; most of the department still believed in the older information of most of the magical creatures. The new case was investigating a group of knarls that were nearing a muggle area. You spend the rest of the day gathering as much information about the area the knarls were last seen and what you’ll need to capture and relocate them.

Sorry work got busy; I love the author, he seems so kind and wonderful. You offer frowning when there’s no reply.

“Y/N!” You turn when you hear your name called and are surprised to see Thesues walking over.

“Yes?”

“You’re working on that Knarl case right?” You nod letting Theseus update you on the whereabouts, apparently the knarls were only in the muggle area because there’s a Jarvey that took over there home.

“A Jarvey.” You scowl sighing.

“Thank you Theseus; this makes dealing with it a lot easier; at least I can sort of talk to the Jarvey.” You roll your eyes and he grins.

“You off home now?”

“No; I’m off to go see if I can find the Jarvey; or the Knarls.”

“You think you can talk to them?”

“The Knarls yes; the Jarvey, hopefully.” You wave goodbye to Theseus as you take the floo network home.

Do you know about Jarvey’s? I have to deal with one soon. You wait for a reply as you pack a bag; drumming your fingers as you get no response before you apparate to the area that the report said they were in.

To catch one? You nod before writing yes. All you get is a half sketch half doodle of a niffler, with a heart and it making what you assume is a thumbs up gesture.

You groan waking up after having spent most of the night trying to convince the Jarvey to leave the Knarls alone and find a better home. You’d been called a bitch and vermin about fifty times before you’d gone to speak to the Knarls; the Jarvey had been offended enough to counter offer your idea of leaving the Knarls home to find a new one for himself. That was after he’d angrily scraped at your arm; almost tearing through the doodled nifflers.

You managed to agree to rehome the Knarls away from the muggle area; and even offered the Jarvey some moles you’d managed to gather before you’d gone to meet them. You’d gotten as close to a thank you as possible from a Jarvey and he even offered to come with you to the ministry to explain what you’d agreed with. You’d assured him while you appreciated it; you didn’t like the idea of him being captured. He’d then drawn a crude sort of star on your palm with a black marker he’d found and you’d returned to the ministry with the Knarls in a cat carrier with blankets charmed to stay warm.

“Good morning Y/N.” Thesues grins and you nod yawning.

“Late night?”

“Yeah; but I got the knarls.”

“You got the knarls?” He looks down to the case and you grin.

“And the jarvey?”

“He’s enjoying his new home and the snack I brought him.”

“You fed the Jarvey? And talked to it?”

“I mean I don’t know how much of a conversation it was; I was explaining everything going on and he kept calling me a bitch.” You shrug setting the knarls; which continue to sleep under your desk as you start to work up the report.

Did it go okay? You grin at your soulmates question, drawing a crude doodle of the knarls in the carrier. We all survived. Minus my pride. You don’t look at the response for a while finishing up the report and waiting till lunch to find your supervisor to ask about relocating the knarls.

The jarvey decided to knock me down a peg. Beside the explanation you doodle the jarvey with an angry face and a little speech bubble with the words bitch and vermin in it. The only response is a frowning face.

Since you know so much about magical creatures; where's the safest place for me to bring the knarls? You chew your lip hoping that wherever he describes won’t be blanked out. Suitcase. Or a large field with plenty of hedgerows; anywhere a hedgehog would live. You nod drawing a circle and question marks around the word suitcase.

“Y/N where are you off to?” You hold up the case, the knarls chattering at you and you frown.

“I’m sorry guys; I just have to have a quick chat and we can get you a nice big field and some new worm hunting grounds.” They chitter again and you sigh.

“I’m heading to drop the knarls off to a much better home.”

“Your soulmate give you advice?” Theseus grins as he walks up spotting the carrier in your hands.

“Apparently I need a suitcase.” You laugh showing Thesues the writing on your arm. He nods glancing from the knarls to your arm and back to you. He doesn’t say anymore simply turning away back towards his department. You shrug and leave the ministry building to apparate to one of your favourite spots in the countryside. You glance to the abandoned cottage before nuding the door open and opening the carrier to let the knarls wander out.

“There we are. Is this an okay spot?” You hum as the knarls seem to vanish. You make a note to check back on them in the coming weeks. You know you still have time for lunch but you decide to return back to the ministry to avoid rushing and being able to have a cup of tea in peace. You’re sitting in the lobby people watching when you can see a figure stagger out from the floo network and almost tackle Theseus to the ground. You try not to laugh when Theseus grins hugging the figure as the figure seems to hang limply in his grip for a moment before his head swivels looking around.

“It’s lunch right now.” You can hear Thesues’ voice and you note how the man next to him wilts. You try your best not to laugh at them returning to your tea before you can feel eyes on you. You don’t say anything feeling the faint scratch of a pen on your arm. Turn around and wave. You roll your eyes turning and waving. The man next to Theseus stares at the ground while Thesues moves towards you.

“Y/N. How’s lunch going?”

“You lost your friend.”

“My brother actually, Newt; come over here and say hello to Y/N she works in the department for magical creatures.”

“Oh; hello.” He walks slowly over extending his hand and you catch a familiar black star shape on his palm.

“Your soulmate?” You question and he nods.

“No clue what they mean by the star; but it’s nice to finally talk to them.” He grins slightly and you laugh a little nodding.

“What about you?” Thesues comments and you look down to your palm at the star shape.

“The Jarvey I talked to earlier. He decided it was a parting gift.” Newt steps closer to examine it; his fingers brushing over your palm; barely touching it.

“Is this the same jarvey that called you a bitch and vermin? I might have to have a word with him.” He mumbles and you try your best not to give anything away with how Newt keeps side glancing to Theseus.

“I was wondering; since you’re the expert here; I dropped the knarls off to a new area; and I don’t know if it’s a proper place for them..” You trail off and can see Thesues roll his eyes.

“You two enjoy your talk about knarls; remember lunch is over in twenty minutes.” Thesues reminds you and you nod waiting as he leaves before you look up at Newt.

“Hey.” He grins watching as you press your palms together to match the stars up.

“Your drawings are much better than my doodles of a niffler.”

“I thought they were very true to reality.”

“Is this why you mentioned a suitcase.”

“Yes; did it help you catch on?” he tilts his head and you gasp. He grins as Pickett pokes his head out.

“Not now Pickett.” Your hand drifts upwards and Pickett’s hands reach towards you and climbs on your hand.

“Oh. Hello there sweetheart. Aren’t you just the most impressive bowtruckle I’ve ever seen.” Pickett taps his little hands on your figner nails and Newt sighs.

“His ego is big enough; please don’t lie to him.”

“It’s the truth. No harm in reminding him. He really is incredible though. His leaves are a beautiful green shade.” You grin and Pickett taps faster on your hand before scurrying towards your shoulder as Newt reaches for him.

“Pickett no!” he scolds trying to grasp at the bowtruckle as he hunkers down  on your shoulder.

“Newt it’s alright; I can show you where the knarls are anyways.” He looks towards the clock and you catch your supervisor's attention.

“Yes Y/N.”

“I dropped the knarls off sir; is there anything else?”

“Oh good; we have two new cases one involving; what else were you going to ask.”

“Well sir; I’ve just found my soulmate and I was hoping-“

“Go home! Talk with each other. For Merlins sake Y/N; you have enough vacation days regardless of  the soul week you get to spend off. Go on.” He nods and you grin.

“Thank you.” You grin and Newt waves to him, you laugh a little when he falters and glaces to both of you.

“Theseus is going to kill me.” He grins and you quirk an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Yes; I was just talking about how I finally realized I do have a soulmate and he all but demanded to see what we’d written. He lost it when he saw the writing; I guess I know why. He recognised your handwriting.” You smile at him nodding to the Floo network.

“Here; hold my hand.” Your hand twines with his as you step into the floo-place and close your eyes speaking the area of the countryside.

“Here we are.” You grin and Newt looks around.

“This seems perfect for knarls.” You grin back at him.

“Now may I show you the first option?”

“The suitcase?” You look confused and he grins holding his hand out. You close your eyes; you’re not sure why but Newt grins.

“Okay open!” you spot his face; halfway obscured by a young Occamy curling around his neck.

Summary: Theseus/Reader; Boggarts are tricky things

When Dumbledore had explained about the boggart you’d be facing tomorrow you were certain you knew what Theseus’ would be; some sort of danger to Newt; although you knew he’d never admit it.

Theseus smiles sheepishly at you when he has to step forward and his hand grips yours tightly.

“I’m not going to think of you any differently; if you're scared of the dark or pixies, or anything okay Thee?” You assure him and he smiles nodding as he steps forward. The girl in front of him had been terrified of the water; the boggart forming a rushing waterfall that she had spelled into a broken fountain that wobbled and spit the occasional drips.

Theseus swallows as the boggart seems to turn into dust. You watch confused as a blank piece of parchment unrolls and almost shimmers in the light. Theseus swallows looking uncomfortably at it before spelling it into a roll of wrapping paper with shimmering stars on it. Dumbledore grins and claps him on the back; Theseus steps to the side and squeezes your shoulder.

“I’ll feel the same for you.” You nod stepping forward and watching the wrapping paper reform into a belt floating; you can see the buckle has something flaking off of it; you know what it is but you hit the boggart with the spell before anyone else can see; the spell causes the boggart to reform as a snake; a tiny little garden one that slithers back into the closet as Dumbldore closes it over and dismisses everyone for an early lunch as since everyone had finished he saw no reason to put everyone through a discussion about fears.

“Y/N?” Theseus shouts after you as you try your best to avoid looking at him.

“Y/N; hey. You want to talk about it?” He mumbles and you chew your lip.

“I was wrong about yours.”

“Mine? What did you think it was going to be?” 

“Something to do with Newt.” Theseus smiles softly shaking his head.

“My worst fear is not doing anything with my life worth hearing about.” He laughs a little.

“it sounds silly. When so many other people have very real fears.” You can feel his arm wrapping around your shoulder.

“It was just a belt.”

“With your blood on it; who did that?” You note there's a hint of anger in Theseus’ voice and you try your best not to shake when you respond.

“My parents are muggles; they don’t understand magic; they thought they could just make me stop.They understand now; well they say they do.” Theseus has you in a hug before you can assure him you’re okay; you can feel his fingers drumming on your back and you’re unsure what he’s plotting when he pulls away grinning.

“Thee; no I can’t stay with you again for break!” You start as he walks you back to the common room grinning.

“Can’t say no; besides wouldn’t want to disappoint Newt now would we?”

“Theseus, no come on that’s not fair! You cannot use your little brother against me!”

“I just did; besides Rosie misses you.”

“Or the hippogriffs! You're impossible!”

“But you love me.” He grins laughing and you smile back.

“Of course; it’s why I’ll say yes.” You laugh when he goes quiet for a second before grinning again pulling you into a hug that ends up with you both falling onto the couch and laughing.

“Theseus.” You can hear a sigh and he sits up grinning at Annabella; the head girl.

‘You’re setting a bad example for the others.” Theseus straightens his robes and rubs his thumb over the head boy badge he has grinning to Annabella.

“Better?” He offers another grin and she smiles pulling him from the couch.

“I wanted to discuss some things with you!” She grins looking back to see if you’re watching; you are but it’s watching Theseus scowling.

“I would love to but I need to write a letter to my parents about this Christmas break coming up.”

“Oh are they not home?” Annabella grins.

“Well-“

“You can stay with me!” She grins and Theseus sighs as she runs off.

“At least that got rid of her.”

“Until she finds out you’re not stuck here for break.” You laugh and Theseus slumps slightly.

“Seriously Thee; don’t worry about it.”

Summary: Newt/Reader; Newt’s been off traveling for his book when he comes back he’s like :O you got hot

Theseus had let you know Newt would be arriving home; he’d mentioned how Newt would be happy to see you; and then you’d gotten a letter from Newt; hastily scrawled on the back of what you assumed was a page of his drafts. He was asking if you’d be able to meet him at the train station; that he’d be looking for you but had also let Theseus know to pick him up if you couldn’t make it.

You watch as the doorways open on the train standing close to the stairway out so you know you’ll catch him. You grin when you can see his head; and scarf bobbing through the crowd. You catch his arm, his face slightly disappointed.

“Newt.” You grin and he nods looking slightly confused.

“Yes.” His eyes drift around the area scanning.

“Do you not recognise me then?” You grin and he looks back, eyebrows knitting together.

“Y/N, you asked me to pick you up?” You remind him and his face goes pink before he nods.

“Yeah; course; sorry I didn't recognise you.”

“I can see that. I put the kettle on before I left; I tried to clean your home as much as I could without disturbing your notes and the creatures.” You grin and he nods, you can tell he’s lost in thought and you just end up directing him back to his house; ignoring the way he keeps looking shocked when he looks at you.

When you get back to his home he bolts downstairs into the area he keeps his creatures; you decide to leave him alone for the moment; making tea and some cakes; pouring an extra cup when Theseus apperates into the sitting room.

“He’s down with his creatures; you can tell him tea is ready.” You smile and Thesues looks confused as he descends the stairs. You can’t hear anything; but suddenly Theseus’ laughs and then you can hear two sets of footsteps on the stairs.

“So he just told me he walked right by you; is that true?”

“Well I caught his arm; no way I’d be able to keep up with him if he got away. I didn’t think I changed that much; have I?” You pout slightly and Theseus shrugs. Newt avoids looking at you and pulls a cake towards him.

“Merlin I missed these.” He sighs smiling fondly at the cakes. 

You spend the next three hours listening to stories of his travels and the beginning of his book before Theseus departs and you silently wish for him to come back with how quiet Newt has gotten.

“Thank you for picking me up.” He offers when you start to clean the last of the cake crumbs from the table.

“It’s not a problem. What made your brother laugh so much, can’t have just been you walking by me.”

Summary: Newt/Reader; angst, reader bonding with Newt’s creatures but for sad reasons 

All of Newt’s creatures had their specific feeding times and habits. Newt had often asked you to feed the Kelpie; it seemed to like you and he took advantage of the lack of aggression it showed. You knew Newt was busy with the Occamy’s so you weren’t surprised when he asked you to feed the mooncalves. Despite being the least dangerous, you knew they were the hardest to feed because of how they’d crowd and butt each other out of the way. You’d feed them slowly, lingering as much as needed so all of them were fed. Newt accused you of favouritism every time you fed them and you’d laugh it off each time. You can hear him approaching as you finish feeding them, your fingers running through the soft fur of the mooncalf that all but trips you with how it hovers.

“This is a new one.” He comments as the mooncalf follows you from its habitat. Newt frowns, as you nudge the creature back, stepping in front of it.

“I’ll bring it back in a moment.”

“Y/N?” He questions but doesn’t say anything else instead watching as the mooncalf moves towards him pressing its head into his palm. He runs his fingers over its head surprised with how empty he feels, despite the soft and warmth he feels from its fur. You finish putting the food away before nuding the side of the calf’s face. Newt’s hand catches yours.

“You know the muggle mythology about these right?” He hovers and you nod.

“Calf’s who couldn’t make it right?”

“Sometimes humans. Ones that were too misshapen or ill.” His voice is soft and you swallow shrugging a little.

“Poor thing. Do you think they know?” You stroke the small calf’s head and it makes a sad noise that you immediately lean over to curl it in your arms.

“Oh sweetheart; you poor little thing. You’re safe here.” You kneel down and the little calf curls onto your lap and leans its head on your shoulder. You wrap it in a hug unsure why you’re crying so much.

“Y/N. It’s alright. They can have that effect on sensitive people.”

“It’s so small Newt; it doesn’t understand.” You stroke the calf’s fur and Newt nods sitting next to you. You watch as the moon begins to rise; it’s not full; they won’t dance tonight but you’re struck by the way they still watch the moon; the first sign of light from the dark. As you feel the calf’s breathing settle; as if it’s asleep you wonder how many of the others suffered the same lack of chance; as you watch the way they meander about on the meadow above their burrow; you wonder how long it took for them to forget.

You spend more time with them than you need; not feeding them but sitting around; stroking their fur and just watching how they move. The one that had fallen asleep on you stuck the closest and the others would seem to push it around towards you; they were never bullying it; not the way Pickett was. But enough where it prefered you over the other calves. You wonder what Newt thinks about the sudden obsession with the mooncalves but he doesn’t say anything beyond asking if they’ve been fed.

“Mooncalves just appear; they don’t actually breed; well not that I’ve been able to figure out.” He offers one day when you’re feeding Dougal. You turn to him hesitating slightly.

“Sometimes I’d go to feed them and there’d be twice as many as before; they’ve slowed down though; now it’s maybe one or two every few months.”

Summary: Harry Potter, Tina Goldstein/Reader; as political unrest in the No-Maj world grows; Tina worries it will spill over into the wizarding one 

@ara-a-bird

You’ve had a crush on Tina all throughout school. When you’d first shown up to Ilervmorny, nervous about being on your own, but a little surprised that Tina had reached out to you once you’d both been sorted into Thunderbird.

You’d been pretty inseparable while in school, happy to tag along with her and her sister. You’d gone over to their house a few times and they’d both been to yours.

As the years had progressed you’d gotten more and more nervous around Tina, trying your best to avoid thinking of the massive crush you have on her.

In your final year you decide that you’re tired of suffering in silence and at the urging of Queenie you manage to gain the courage to confess to Tina that you’ve had a crush on her and would like to go on a date; or at the very least remain friends if she was comfortable with that.

She agrees and your first date is actually breakfast before you both have job interviews with the MCUSA. You’re not surprised that Tina wants to be an auror, she seems to be a little surprised you want to work with the MCUSA, but you’re just happy to have a job that’s near to her.

She assures you that you’ll both go out to lunch like you always do, and after you finish your interview; it was in a different department; you’re delighted to find her waiting for you.

“Queenie told me there’s this wonderful deli nearby; we could grab a sandwich there.”

When she starts working at the MCUSA you worry she’ll stop getting lunches with you, although you’re working as a secretary for one of the other Auror’s you know it would look bad for her to be seen with you; if she ever wanted to advance in the MCUSA.

”Y/N what if…” Tina nods to the paper you’d gotten that day; you always enjoyed reading about the No-Maj world, but the headlines and smaller stories had been increasingly concerning; rotten trains of thought about blood purity, and being ‘better than’ that seemed to be drowning any common sense the No-Maj’s had left. You know Tina can defend herself but she was already on thin ice with a few minor infractions; if she used magic in front of a No-Maj she’d easily lose her wand and maybe her job.

“Y/N you know they No-Maj’s have their own group; they’ve been murdering people..” She sinks into your arms and you hold her, wishing you could just obliterate their want to hate so Tina wouldn’t have to worry. You know interfering with No-Maj business is frowned upon, and you don’t have the excuse of being an Auror to fall back on if something went wrong.

Tina’s been called into the office, you knew she’d used magic in front of a No-Maj; you knew why, that woman had beaten her son; you would have done exactly the same thing. To be fair you were half tempted to to track the boy down and take him into your home yourself.

She’s a little shaken when you make it into the office, she’s worriedly pacing in front of the doorway, you worry something incredibly bad has happened and in a way you’re right, she’s lost her auror privileges among other things she clearly doesn’t want talk about in the middle of the MCUSA.

“Tina, don’t worry it will be okay…”

“It will spread Y/N; you know it will, how long before witches and wizards start in on it; we already have issues with pureblood’s and-”

“Tina; you’re getting ahead of yourself.” You wrap your arms around her and let her snuggle into your shoulder slightly.

“Whatever is going to happen we’ll get through it together.” You smile and continue to hug her unaware that a young man is on a ship with a suitcase that’s going to turn you and Tina’s lives upside down.