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Y/n loves Newt with all their heart, but does he love them back? Or is his heart claimed by someone who doesn’t deserve it?
newt scamander x reader, newt scamander x leta lestrange
gender neutral pronouns
TW: jealousy, reader might be the tiniest bit toxic, angst
okay so newt scamander is a precious bby boy but i wanted to make some angst and this idea came up soooooo here we are
harry potter masterlist
Y/n went around, caring for the various creatures that were under Newt’s — and therefore her — care. Gently they ran their fingers over the fuzzy heads of the baby Nifflers; they were a handful, but they were so sweet that they had captured Y/n’s heart. Their guardian had also captured their heart, but they were beginning to think that those feelings were not reciprocated.
The sound of footsteps broke Y/n’s trail of thoughts, and they straightened up and picked up the bucket of feed they had previously set aside. Newt came up beside Y/n, bending down and smiling at the baby nifflers.
“They are little rascals aren’t they.”
“I put a stronger lock on them; next time they shouldn’t be able to get out.”
“Ah, thank you.” Newt smiled up at Y/n, his eyes warm and happy.
Quickly they turned, trying to keep their heart from hurting anymore than it did. Moving back towards the door, Y/n tried to keep their composure while they were still in Newt’s presence.
“So, same time on Sunday, correct?“
“Well, yes, of course Y/n, but won’t you-“
“Good day Scamander.” Y/n was almost to the top step when they felt a hand on their arm. Turning around, they regretted it immediately. Looking up at them were the most beautiful green eyes, eyes they looked as if they had seen the universe, and right now they were looking at Y/n with concern.
“Y/n? Have I offended you in some way?”
Swallowing the growing lump in their throat, Y/n let out a sigh and looked down at their shoes. “No, no it’s me.”
“Whatever is the matter?”
For a moment Y/n considered telling Newt, after seeing the look in his eyes and the sincerity in his voice, but just as they opened their mouth to speak, the clock chimed loudly.
“Oh bugger, I’m supposed to meet with Leta right now, Y/n-“
“Go. Just go.” Y/n rolled their eyes, scoffing lightly at the thought that they ever could’ve taken priority over Leta Lestrange. Y/n watched as Newt rushed around, grabbing his coat, pocket watch, and other various necessities, muttering under his breath.
Once satisfied, Newt dashed up the stairs past Y/n, but stopped suddenly with his hand on the door. “Wait, there was something you were going to say?”
“Don’t bother, it doesn’t matter.”
“But of course it matters, you matter.”
“But do I actually matter Newt?! You were ready to rush out that door for Leta Lestrange, why are you bothering time with me?” Y/n took a deep breath, surprised at their own outburst.
“Well, I don’t want to be late for Leta, but I suppose if you need me to stay-“
“That’s just the thing Newt! I don’t want you to stay just because I ask you to, I want you to stay because you wanted to! Because you care about me!” Hot tears began to roll down Y/n’s face as they spoke, all the pent up anxiety and emotion coming out.
“You think that no one cares for you, but you are greatly mistaken. There is not a friend you have that wouldn’t put you first. Theseus loves you, Jacob and Queenie love you, Tina loves you, and Leta-“ A sob escaped Y/n. “Leta loves you. I…I love you. And there is nothing any of us wouldn’t do for you. You have never, ever, been second Newt. You capture people’s hearts and make them love you, you can’t help it. You are brilliant in every possible way.” Taking a shaky breath, Y/n roughly brushed away the tears.
“But me? I’ve never been that way. I have always been second place; I am not, and could never be Leta Lestrange. I can never be as talented, as posh, as absolutely wickedly beautiful as she is. But she does not, she can not love you as I do. I care for these animals by your side, I could listen to you talk about the complexities of Bowtruckle social status for hours, all because I love you as you are. I would give my whole heart to you if you just asked, for it has always been yours. But your heart, it’s never been mine, and that hurts.”
Newt stood speechless, looking down at the floor. Awkwardly he would opened his mouth occasionally just to close it again, and time seemed to drag by as neither person made a move.
Finally Newt’s pocket watch made a noise, alerting him that he was running late to his appointment. Looking back at Y/n, he put his hand on the doorknob and turned. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”
And just like that, he was gone; Y/n, energy spent, crumpled onto the step, finally allowing themselves to grieve for a man they never had.
When two strangers show up at you and your father's home, the night turns very eventful
Word Count: 1,319
A/N: This takes place in that one scene in Crimes of Grindewald and reader is about 15/16
You had been downstairs finishing up some of your chores with your father’s creatures when you heard the crash from upstairs. You knew he was home so you decided to let Newt deal with the problem upstairs. You figured it was just one of the Nifflers causing problems. You went back to finish feeding the Diricawls when Bunty stopped by.
“Your father asked for me to send you up to him when you’re finished here,” she said.
“Okay thanks,” you said, looking up from your work and smiling at her.
She nodded at you and waved goodbye, you returning the favor. You quickly finished up and then headed upstairs into the house.
You heard voices and some giggle that didn’t belong to your father. As you reached the living room, you saw your dad talking to two other people.
“Father?” you asked, hoping he could answer some questions about the strangers in your house.
Newt turned around after hearing your voice to look at you, “Oh Y/n,” he said, pulling you to stand next to him. He faced back to the others in the room, “Uh Y/n this is Queenie and Jacob. I met them in New York.
You looked at them and gave them a small wave.
“Oh this is the famous Y/n yo told us about,” the woman, Queenie said, “It’s very nice to finally meet you,” she smiled brightly at you.
“You too,” you mumbled. Like Newt, you were an awkward person, especially around people. You smiled at her again and then looked at Jacob, who did not seem to be acting very normal, “Is he alright?” you asked.
“Oh yes he’s fine,” Queenie responded, helping Jacob stand up straighter. She then turned to your father, “Shall we have dinner?”
~~~~~
You and your father were now sitting across from Jacob and Queenie. You could hardly eat because you were so focused on what Jacob was doing. He could barely eat and Queenie had to do almost everything for him. You could tell your father was trying hard not to notice either but it wasn’t working.
“Tina and I aren’t talking to each other,” Queenie explained.
“Why?” your father asked her, watching her tuck a napkin into Jacob’s shirt and sit in her own seat.
“She found out about Jacob and I,” she said, “And you know the laws. Not allowed to date or marry No-Majis.”
“I always thought that was ridiculous,” you said. It was the first thing you had contributed to the conversation tonight.
“Y/n ,” your father said softly. While he agreed with you, he didn’t need you chastising the person who was giving him the details he wanted on Tina.
“Sorry,” you mumbled, going back to eating your dinner.
“And anyways,” she continued, “She was all in a tizzy because of you.”
“Me?” your father asked, shocked.
“Yes you!” she exclaimed, “It was in Spellbound Newt.”
He looked over at you, confused and hoping you would have an answer for him but you were just as confused as him. You looked over at Queenie and gave her a confused look.
“I brought it for you to see,” she said, using her wand to pull the magazine out of nowhere and flip to a page with your father, your uncle Theseus, and Leta.
“Newt Scamander and fiance Leta Lestrange and brother Theseus with an unknown woman.”
“No that’s wrong,” Newt said quickly, “Theseus is marrying Leta.”
You had to suppress your giggles at the scene unfolding in front of you.
Queenie smiled at the realization that her sister’s crush wasn’t engaged, “Oh.”
It took her another second to realize that it wasn’t necessarily a good thing, “Oh dear.”
“What?” your father asked again.
“Well see, Tina read that and so she started dating someone else,” Queenie said quietly, “He’s an auror. His name is Achilles Tolliver.”
“I’ve heard of Tolliver,” you said, “He was mentioned in one of my classes at Hogwarts.”
Jacob started laughing and wheezing, causing you all to look over at him, “Tolliver?” he asked, in between laughs. He was wheezing so hard, you thought he might stop breathing.
“Are you sure he’s alright?” you asked, repeating your question from earlier.
“Of course he is sweetie,” Queenie said to you, wrapping her arm around Jacob who was already starting to calm down, “Anyways, we’re real excited to be here. It’s a special trip for us.”
She began to pour herself and Jacob a glass of wine, “You see, Jacob and I are getting married!” she exclaimed while giggling.
You looked over to your father, who seemed as surprised as ever by the news. You watched him look over to Jacob as he began to raise his glass.
“I’m marrying Jacob!” he said loudly, throwing the liquid on himself, making you gasp lightly and jump in your seat. Queenie then pulled out her wand, shooting confetti from the end.
Newt looked over to Queenie as she pulled the napkin from Jacob’s shirt and began to dry him off, “What? I have not,” she said.
“Will you stop reading my mind?” your father asked out loud.
You looked at the woman sitting next to you, “You’re a legilimens?” you asked. She nodded while continuing to read your father’s mind.
“That is an outrageous accusation,” she said, wiping off Jacob’s face more, “Look at him. He’s just happy.”
“So then you wouldn’t mind if I,” Your father started, standing up from the table and pulling out his wand, Queenie matching his actions.
“Please don’t,” she said, moving her arm in front of Jacob, who grabbed on to it.
“You’ve got nothing to fear if he wants to marry you,” Newt explained gently, “We can just lift the enchantment and he can tell us himself,” he continued, raising his want up to the other man.
Queenie slowly pulled her arm away from Jacob and he continued to look at her. She backed away from him, causing the man to look at you and your father’s directions. You hadn’t moved from your seat at the table but your father was ready to remove the enchantment Queenie put on him.
“Whatcha doing with that?” Jacob asked, chuckling, “Whatcha doing with that Mr. Scamander.”
Newt flicked his wand, “Surgito,” he said.
Jacob shook as the love enchantment was removed and he was back to normal. He took a deep breath before looking around the room.
“Congratulations on your engagement Jacob,” your father said.
“Wait what?” Jacob asked, clearly not knowing he was engaged. He looked at your father confused before he noticed he was looking up at Queenie, “Oh no,” he said.
You looked to the woman who was already packing up her stuff and heading for the door, too upset to stay and listen to Jacob begging her to. She grabbed her jacket and left the house, letting the door slam shut.
Jacob went after her but stopped and turned to your father, “It was nice seeing you,” he said to Newt. He glanced over at you, not realizing you were there before now, “And it was nice to meet you kid.”
You gave him an awkward smile.
“Also, where am I?” he asked.
“London,” you answered.
“Oh!” Jacob exclaimed, “I always wanted to go here!” he yelled as he left the house, following Queenie.
Once the door was shut, you looked over to your father, “So those are the friends you met in New York?”
He looked over to you, “Yes although, they weren’t that out of sorts when I met them.”
“Interesting,” you replied. You stood up from the table and pushed your chair in, “This has been a very eventful evening so I should be going to bed.”
Before Newt could respond, you were already running upstairs and to your room. He heard your door open and close shut. He sighed and plopped back down in his chair, shaking his head.
