Somewhere Foreign (Newt Scamander x Reader)
Newt Scamander x Reader
Warnings: I said arse lol
Note: Hello! This is the first fic I have written in a very long time so forgive me if it sucks. I am a huge Harry Potter fan, and am a huge fan of Fantastic Beasts, so when Kari told me to write about Newt, I was like definitely! So here it is, and I hope you guys enjoy!! Keeping my fingers crossed! OH! And feedback would be great!! <3
How could it have been possible?
Though the question should not even be asked since it’s crystal clear how it was possible. The damn suitcase went completely mad, again.
Put a protective enchantment, you said. Not only would it keep it from opening, but it will lock the creatures in securely, you said. Did he listen? Newt never listens. Now we are running around this foreign city looking like a pair of loonies who have absolutely no idea where they are going. However, who were you to turn down a bit of adventure? You smirked. In fact, you found all of this amusing. How could it not? First, Newt was socked in the jaw with a suitcase by a very frightened muggle. And second, the Niffler got away and is now trifling through some poor woman’s purse probably. And third, the pair of you got picked up by an auror outside of a Muggle Bank.
“Where do you think that little bugger ran off to?” you asked breathlessly after losing sight of the demoted auror from MACUSA.
Newt looked at you, his cheeks flushed from the exercise. “No idea. I reckon he’s probably stuffed into some woman’s purse ransacking her jewelry.”
“HA! I was just thinking the same thing! Perhaps we should just start snatching purses,” you suggested in a playful tone. Newt looked over at you with a smirk, “There’s an idea.”
Suddenly you saw Ms. Goldstein’s face appear in the crowd behind you, looking for Newt and you.
“Merlin’s beard!! She’s like a pop-up book from hell!” you exclaimed. Newt laughed but shook his head at you. You pulled the both of you into an alleyway between two flat complexes. Newt and you flattened yourselves into the wall as much as you could as soon as Ms. Goldstein walked by. Once in the clear, Newt looked over at you.
“A pop-up book from hell?” he smiled at you. You couldn’t help the sudden swell of blood to your face. He was close enough to touch, and your fingers were itching to grab a hold of that one little stubborn lock that keeps falling in front of his eyes.
“Yes, it was the first thing that popped into mind and you know how I just blurt out stuff. I can’t stop myself.” You took a step back from him, unconsciously. Newt laughed, “Oh believe me, I know. On the boat you went full mental when some muggle’s suitcase made you trip.”
You gasped hyperbolically, “He did it on purpose!! And all you said was sorry repeatedly! I had to defend myself!” Newt laughed loudly, “I had to apologize. I was apologizing FOR YOU.” You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, “You arse.” You looked behind him and began to realize the crowd was getting bigger. You were about to mention to Newt before you realized he had gone silent. You looked back at him.
Newt was looking down at you, his freckled face flushed, and his sideways smirk was in play. He looked away at the wall as soon as he realized you were staring right back. His next words were stumbled. “S…Some…Sometimes it’s hard to believe that we are partners.” You raised your eyebrow quizzically, “How do you mean?”
He looked at you for a split second and instead focused his gaze on my arms that were crossed on your chest. “We’re very distinct, you and me. People.. They like you, they….” he stopped lost for words, his jaw flexing. He began to play with his fingers nervously, his head bowed down and all you could see was the tip of his nose.
You took a deep breath before you spoke. “Newt..?” He lifted up his face a little, but still did not meet your eye. “Newt, you are absolutely bonkers.” He half-choked out a laugh. His pink rimmed eyes looked over you, wonderingly. “Newt, you and I? We might be different in attitude, but there is something very similar about the both of us.” He cleared his throat and asked, “What is that?” You took a step closer and whispered in his ear, “We have both been detained by the Magical Congress.” You both laughed at the same time, resulting in his shaking form now being an inch from you.
Picket peeked out from his pocket and pulled your jacket, making you close that gap between the both of you. Newt was surprised and thought you were falling so he gripped you closer to him. You looked up at him, his blue eyes locked on yours. “ (Name)…what I didn’t finish saying before, was that….you are.. More… well, more than me. And you…make me into a much better person. I mean….I like myself better whenever I am with you,” his hands on your waist began to loosen and he began to take a step back. However, you pulled him back to you, and put your shaking hand on his red cheek.
“I like myself better when I am with you as well,” you gulped silently, and pushed his reddish brown hair behind his ear. Newt’s hold on you became tighter.
“Newt, I’m going to be very honest with you, as honest as if someone had just spilled a whole vial of Veritaserum down my Pumpkin juice this morning. But from the very first moment that I saw you, I knew that I was going to fall for that damn quirky smile and that very sweet, sweet demeanor that you hold.” You finished your speech really fast and turned your burning face towards his shoulder.
But, Newt surprised you when he laughed. You looked back up and his whole face was the most happy that you have ever seen it. “(Name), I have been in love with you since the very first moment you called me an arse. Though I do wish I could have said it first. But sadly, you beat me by just a smidge.” You laughed, tears falling down your cheeks. He rested his forehead on yours and as soon as he started to caress your cheek, you couldn’t help yourself anymore.
You pulled away in order to meet his eye, and before you could say anything, he kissed you. Newton Scamander, the shy, perfect, sweetest man, the love of your life kissed you first. And at that moment, he wasn’t shy. He gripped you inconceivably closer. His reddish brown locks now resting on your face, while the both of you were once again lost in a place that was foreign to you however staggeringly comfortable the both of you were in each other’s arms. You pushed his head in closer, and as the kiss deepened, there was a loud noise coming from somewhere close. The both of you pulled apart, breathlessly. “Merlin’s beard! Once we find that little bugger he won’t hear the end of it!” he said, annoyed. You laughed, “I think I’ve rubbed off on you.” Newt smiled at you sweetly, kissed you one more time, and said, “I certainly hope so.”