One of his desired and favorite things to do with you is to sit close to one another, whether cuddling or not(which, it usually is cuddling), with a warm cup of tea whilst he listens to you talk about your day.
And of course, in return, you happily sit there and listen to him talk about his as well. While he likes to use hand expressions, you’ve fallen out of his lap a few times while he was talking, but it was always resolved with a warm kiss to your forehead as he apologies. You laugh, kissing his nose while informing him, “it’s wonderfully cute that you get that excited.”
Imagine him nuzzling his face into your hair as you talk. He takes a deep breath in and lets it out slowly. He hadn’t felt such a sensation in years, and to know you can make him feel so secure and at home was something he took great pride in.
Sometimes no words are said, and you merely soak in being so near to one another while reading books.
Getting an inevitable attachment to Pickett. In which, the Bowtruckle takes a sudden liking to you (after) figuring out what was going on between you and Newt.
Pickett probably loves the two of you together, and urges Newt to kiss you more often, or to be more affectionate. “Should I hold her hand?” Newt murmurs, more to himself without expecting an answer. “Just, do it.” Pickett replies with a squeak from inside of his jacket.
Because the two of you are so cute and shy together, it silently suffocates him.
Imagine knitting him a new Hufflepuff scarf.
He’s literally so hesitant about wearing it though because “Oh god, what if I ruin it? What if I tear it? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
You hush him quietly and kiss his cheek, “If you do, I can always knit you another one.”
Probably sleeps with it every night, because he really does adore you for taking time out of your day to make something for him.
(Based off one of the deleted scenes). Newt showing you the scars on his body, from previous creatures he’s caught that didn’t give him a necessarily good time.
He doesn’t regret them, nor does he blame the creatures for giving them to him. If anything, they’re a reminder that goodness and kindness do come at a cost.
“They’re not dangerous, someone just treated them like they were…” He whispered to you quietly as your fingers reached forward to brush against one of the white scars on his bare torso. Newt didn’t flinch away, but watched you as you did so with his usual awkward stammering.
Tracing the freckles all over his face, his arms, and his chest.
Probably ticklish, tries to squirm away from you when you do this because you’re t i c k l i n g him very intensely.
He’s on the verge of laughing so hard, he’s turning red.
Those nights when you wake up, only to find him sitting away from you, his hands pressed against his lips in thought.
You try not to scare him as you sit beside him, but alas, you do and he jumps out of skin as you perched yourself beside him. “I’m sorry,” He says to you, “Did I wake you getting out of bed?” You shake your head and wrap an around around him. “What are you doing awake?” You question. “I couldn’t sleep, too much going on in my mind right now for that… Quite a predicament, isn’t it?” He played with his fingers in front of him, subconsciously tilting his body towards your warmth. “Why are you?” “No reason,” You rubbed his back gently, “Tell me what’s bothering you.”
And, it’s nights like this that you finally get a more clear view of his time at Hogwarts.
Newt finds himself staring at you during the most mundane actions.
Especially when you give him a smile. He’s slowing building a visual dictionary of all your smiles, and what they seem to mean. Your “i adore you/I love you’ smile is by far his favorite, and it constantly leaves him wondering how he was so lucky to have found you.
Also stares when you’re taking care of newborn creatures. Something about seeing you so maternal and loving towards his creatures sets his heart on fire, and leaves him briefly wondering if you were the same way with actual babies.
Imagine Newt constantly writing Love Letters or sending Postcards on his travels, when you’re not with him.
While he’s sitting down writing them, he always pulls out the picture he has of you from his coat pocket and sits it in front of him. Newt sighs quietly, thinking of how much he missed you, and the things you did for him.
Always ends them with a small ‘Xoxo’ followed by his name.
Usually, it’s just fluff, but he always accentuates how much he misses you, and how much he wished you were with him because he was feeling alone.
He totally brings you home small trinkets from his journey’s. You keep them on a shelf in your room, next to the stacks of letters and post cards. He’s gotten careful about not buying absolutely shiny items, otherwise he knows Niffler will find them.
And in return, you collect things during your day out and about, that you know he’ll love and gift them to him when he comes back to you.
Always crying when he comes back.
The two of you are literal messes as he sets his case down to embrace you in his arms, with no reserve at the moment because he needed to hold you close.
You digging your face into his neck and whispering, “I missed you so much…” “And I you.” He replies, and kisses your forehead with so much love.
Lasts a few minutes, before he pulls away and tugs out his notebook, “You’re not going to believe what I’ve found.” And so, on the walk back to your place, he explains very happily and jumpily what he had found out during his journey.
Sometimes, he comes to a stop during his banter and just stares at you. “I never thought I’d miss someone as much as I had missed you…” “Well, you’ve got a duty to finish your bo-” “Travel with me.” “Wh-” “I said, ‘travel with me’. Pack your things,” He rounds you so he’s in front of you, “come with me… Think of it. The two of us, discovering the unknown, finding things that are… Fantastic and beautiful. It’d be like… I don’t quite know… Living a dream everyday.”
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- Using ten million blankets at a time
- A roaring, crackling fire in an big, old, stone fireplace
- Sweet little homemade candies in a bowl on the table, to take and share
- Cinnamon spice flavor, like red hot candies
- Hanging your stocking on the mantle
- Blasting Christmas music
- Winter potpourri with pine cones, balsam, dried fruit, cinnamon sticks, etc
- Singing Christmas carols
- The first snowfall of the season
- Tall winter boots
- Glasses fogging up in the cold and heat changes
- Bright white ice skates with sharp silver blades
- Perfectly decorated and coordinated Christmas trees
- Dew appearing on the windows on chilly mornings
- Icicles hanging in a row off of old buildings and homes
- Taking a steaming hot shower or bath to thaw from the freezing cold weather
- Advent calendars
- Putting Christmas wreaths up on your door
- Knitting your own scarves, mittens, hats, etc.
- A freaking giant mug of hot chocolate piled high with fluffy whipped cream, caramel, and sprinkles, etc.
- Big fuzzy socks
- Christmas tree garlands
- Lots and lots of lights, indoor and outdoor
- The star on top of the tree
- Messy buns with big scarves
- Sunshine sparkling off the snow
- Writing out Christmas cards for friends and family
- Ribbon candy
- The first moment of coming in from the cold…a rush of warmth, but still carrying the chilly air with you
- How nighttime isn’t perfectly dark, like when the moonlight reflects off of the snow
- A mug of hot tea before bed, steam still curling off the top
- Classic cut-out sugar cookies
- Reading for hours in front of the fire on a huge couch or armchair
- The smell of fresh pine and evergreen
- Ripping the wrapping paper off whilst opening presents
- Chopping down your own Christmas tree
- Spending all day Christmas shopping and carrying tons of packages and bags
You’d promised to spend the evening with Newt, but somehow or another, you’d lost track of the time. It was almost midnight when you came stumbling into the Hufflepuff common room, feeling absolutely exhausted. You rubbed your eyes groggily and re-focused on your surroundings. The room was large and circular, beautiful green plants hung from the ceiling, thick carpets coated the floor, a wispy fire crackled warmly, and only one of the overstuffed yellow couches was occupied. The entire room was empty, give or take a singing plant, and a half eaten plate of chocolate chip cookies lay atop a barrel table in front of the sofa Newt lay on. You tiptoed over, dropping your bag down and sinking onto the sofa beside a restless Newt, who was curled on his side and deep in sleep.
“Damnit,” you whispered sadly to yourself, feeling ashamed for keeping Newt up. “I’m sorry, sweetie.”
You brought your hand gently up to push Newt’s reddish-honey hair from his closed eyes. The light of the fire nearby sent shadows across his perfectly slender and smooth features, causing your heart to race. His long eyelashes drooped over his freckle kissed skin, his cheeks were flushed a soft pink, and his full lips hung partly open. You smiled a little, and tucked the last strand of his hair affectionately back into place. Not a moment later, two glimmering blue eyes blinked up at you, startling you momentarily.
“Hello,” Newt smiled feebly.
“Oh-I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you!” you exclaimed softly.
“It’s alright, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he murmured, his eyes on yours.
“Newt, I’m sorry about running late, I had to stay and tend to Professor Sprout’s plants after lessons, and then I went up to the library to catch up on my potions paper, and well, I just lost track of time,” you fumbled.
“Shh,” Newt shook his head, pulling up from his position to sit upright, “I understand completely.”
You gave a sad smile, gazing into Newt’s bright orbs, “you know more than anything, I just wanted to see you.”
Newt’s cheeks flushed warmly, “a-and I, you”
The poor thing, you felt as if he was so misunderstood. Even Hufflepuffs, the most friendly of all people, would wrongly judge Newt. During classes, some students would call him ‘beast boy,’ and it troubled him more than he’d like to admit. He didn’t want you to be seen with him during classes because he was so afraid you’d be teased for being seen with him. You were good at ignoring the taunts that came with hanging around Newt, but it was much easier to be with him in the safety of the common room. In a way, though, it made Newt feel like your own secret treasure.
“S-so, how was the extra Herbology?” Newt cleared his throat.
“Good,” you piped up positively. “we helped wrap up the plants to keep them toasty in this freezing weather.”
Newt just now looked over you, his eyes widening with realization, “and you’re still in robes, after such a long day?!”
It was winter time now, and even through the common room windows, you could make out the layers of glittering white snow that coated the lawns at Hogwarts. Millions of tiny snowflakes sprinkled from the clouds like shimmering fairy dust all day round.
“Oh,” you shrugged, “I didn’t really think about changing.”
“You must be exhausted from wearing that uniform all day, so here,” Newt said, stripping off his fluffy knitted Hufflepuff sweater. He wore a black and yellow top underneath, which clung snugly to the ripples of his chest.
“Thanks,” you smiled gratefully. You loved wearing Newt’s clothes, they were always so cozy, and smelled wonderfully of him. You began taking off your clothes right then and there, but Newt turned beet red and raised his hands to his eyes to give you privacy. You sighed in content as you replaced your tight collared shirt for Newt’s comfy sweater, which was too big for you, but you loved nonetheless. You pulled out your tight hair elastic, letting your hair spill freely down. Feeling a thousand times better, you sunk down into the weathered couch and curled to your side, resting your head in Newt’s lap. Newt blinked his blue eyes open in surprise, but didn’t speak as he began combing his fingertips gently through your hair. You closed your eyes in content, the feeling of Newt’s touch sending little electrical currents through your body.
“Thank you for everything you do for me,” you murmured into Newt’s lap.
“I would do anything f-for you, love,” he said, his lips twitching upwards.
Every time he called you that, you had a tiny internal freakout.
You smiled and breathed in Newt’s current aroma; cinnamon spice, snowfall, and the crackling log fire.
You felt Newt’s fingers tremble slightly, his breath coming short all of a sudden.
“You okay?” you asked, rolling on your back to stare up at Newt.
He looked down at you lovingly, his lips quivering, “I just feel that you n-need to know that you look…b-beautiful. S-so, it’s hard for me to focus when I look at you.”
You felt your heart practically melt right then and there.
“You’re a sweetheart,” you said, sitting back up and turning to face Newt.
“J-Just being honest,” he stuttered softly, his eyes falling down to the couch.
“You didn’t have to wait for me,” you stated suddenly. “Everyone else is in bed, and we’re the only two here… so, why wait?”
Newt’s eyes fell to the checkered quilt that covered his legs, his cheeks warming subtly.
“I wanted to be with you,” he said simply, avoiding eye contact.
“You didn’t have to though, Newt. I mean, I love seeing you, but we do have classes together too, and I don’t want you to stay up late for… well, me.”
Newt’s eyes darted back up to yours, “you know I’d do anything for you.”
Your heartbeat faltered, your thoughts freezing over momentarily.
“And also,” Newt sighed, “it’s easier to be with you now, when nobody is around to tease you for being with me,” he admitted.
“Awh, Newt,” you whispered sadly. “I’m sorry some people can’t see what I see in you. You’re the most loyal, brave, kind, empathetic, smart, and handsome boy I know,” you smiled, your hand coming up to rest on Newt’s cheek.
You felt his skin warm under your touch, Newt getting fidgety from the contact. “I’m n-not deserving of you, (Y/N). I thank the sun and the stars that I was lucky enough to find you.”
“Well I hope you like having me around, cause’ I’m never leaving,” you giggled, bending forward to rest your forehead against Newt’s.
This was probably the closest you’d ever been to Newt, and staring into his eyes now, you realized how close his lips were to yours, and how much you yearned to taste them. Newt froze, his breath hitched, his eyes unable to move from yours.
“You know,” you whispered, “there is one plus side to me coming back so late.”
You’d said it without thinking, but before Newt could respond, you linked your arms around his neck and dove gently in for a peck on the lips. For a second Newt tensed, but then he quickly let his body relax, his lips responding instantly to yours. His mouth was heavenly, and even in the brief second where you got a taste, you had to restrain yourself from indulging in more. Newt’s lips molded perfectly into yours, like two soft and full puzzle pieces, but a moment later, they were gone, and his forehead was back against yours.
“Wow,” Newt breathed softly, his eyes fluttering open.
“Sorry if that was too straightforward,” you laughed softly. “I’ve k-kind of wanted to kiss you for a long time.”
Newt’s hand came up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his twinkling eyes drinking in all of your features.
“Kind of?” he giggled with a raise of his brow.
“Okay, more than kind of,” you blushed.
Newt pushed gently closer against you, his breath cool over your features, his eyes darting to your lips. “Well, I kind of want you to do it again.”
Note: But imagine it…they probably have bake offs and the best pumpkin pastry gets served on the teachers table. It is also the Hufflepuff season for knitting so the whole dorm is full of autumn-coloured yarns. (Sharp knitting needles are never left unsupervused lest somebody hurts themselves with them.)
Autumn scents are also important to the Hufflepuffs. Let’s just say Snape was not too happy to find a student boiling cinnamon, cloves and pumpkin seeds in his class one day.
It is autumn in the northern hemisphere, so knitting fiends among the Hufflepuffs are presently being lost to piles of wool and acrylic yarn. In a few weeks, they will emerge with scarves, hats, mittens, and perhaps even socks to distribute among worthy friends!
A first year Hogwarts AU for the Carry On Countdown
“Penny, wake up.”
was already at the window, barefoot on the cold wooden floor, marvelling at the
lazily falling snow. Of course, it had
been snowing for days, but there was nothing quite like a quiet blanket of snow
on Christmas morning, absolutely nothing.
raced out of the dormitory and down to the Common Room, Penny trailing sleepily
behind. The warm yellow tones of the
room seemed to smile at them, as if even the Hufflepuff Common Room knew that
it was Christmas. Then again, maybe it
did. One never knew quite what to expect
at Hogwarts. “Look Penny,” Simon cried,
kneeling beside the Christmas tree. “You’ve
got presents! How did they get here?”
a good owl, that’s how,” Penny replied, softly stroking the barn owl perched on
the armchair by the tree. “How many have
two from your family, tell them cheers.”
He frowned at a long, narrow package.
“There’s this one, too, it doesn’t say who it’s from.”
go on, open it!”
stomach let out a loud growl.
raised an eyebrow at him.
first?” he grinned sheepishly.
Great Hall was nearly empty but for a few stragglers, students who hadn’t gone
home for the holidays. Simon and Penny were
enjoying their Christmas morning scones when Simon noticed the boy sitting
alone at the Ravenclaw table, wearing a dark red jumper. It was so red that it was nearly brown, or purple,
or black, Simon couldn’t quite decide.
is Pitch still here?” Penny murmured following his gaze. “Doesn’t he come from a wealthy family?”
shrugged. Everyone else in the Great
Hall was either in pairs or groups, few though they were, but the Pitch boy was
all by himself.
another thought, Simon stood up and walked over to him, tapping his shoulder
when he reached him. The boy turned and
looked up at him.
Baz Pitch, right?” Simon asked.
looked confused. “Yes.”
Baz, I’m Simon.” He stuck out a hand to
took it tentatively. “I know,” he
you want to sit with us?”
blinked in surprise. “Um…”
won’t mind,” Simon assured him, “and anyway, no one should have to be alone on
a moment’s consideration, Baz stood, picked up his plate and half-eaten scone,
and followed Simon over to the Hufflepuff table.
this is Baz,” Simon introduced, sitting down, “and Baz, this is Penny.”
to meet you,” Baz said shyly.
home for the holidays?” Penny asked him.
he replied, shifting and seeming uncomfortable.
alright,” Simon saved him, “that means you get to hang out with us.”
yeah,” Penny mumbled, “we’re one hell of a party.”
know you love me,” Simon teased her. “Enough
to stay here over Christmas with me.”
to mention sleeping in your room, do you boys ever wash your sheets?”
Baz cocked his head at her, “but aren’t you a Gryffindor?”
nodded. “But I’ve known the Hufflepuff
password for months.”
you sneak into all the Common Rooms?”
she smirked, “but honestly, getting into Ravenclaw would be child’s play. I mean, who decided that having a riddle
instead of a password was a good idea?”
more secure than a password,” Baz defended, “you have to be of a certain
intelligence to get in.”
unfortunately for you unsuspecting erudites, I am of a certain intelligence,” Penny grinned at him. “A password is much safer. Only select people know it, and it’s not
something that just anyone with half a brain could guess.”
for yourself,” Simon piped up, “I bet I couldn’t get into Ravenclaw’s Common
not?” Baz turned to him.
shrugged lightly. “Thinking isn’t really
my thing.” Baz smiled at that, and they
all went back to eating. After their
scones they had a round of steaming hot cocoa, sipping slowly and trying not to
burn their tongues. After all, it was
Christmas, and sweets were just around the corner.
exciting under the tree this morning, Baz?” Simon asked, a moustache of
chocolate on his upper lip. Baz bit back
his laughter at the sight, but he couldn’t hold it in. “What?” Simon looked bewildered.
just,” Baz managed, “you look like the Mage.”
Penny burst out laughing and soon the two of them were doubled over the
table in stitches as Simon hurried to wipe it off.
yeah, all right,” he muttered, fighting an embarrassed smile, “but you didn’t
answer my question. Any good presents?”
sobered up. “Not really.”
other two were silent. Finally, Penny
dared to ask. “Any presents at all?”
didn’t say anything. He just stared at
the rich glossy wood of the tabletop.
a moment, Simon lay a hand on Baz’s shoulder.
“Why don’t you spend Christmas with us?” he asked.
we’re having Christmas in the Hufflepuff Common Room,” Penny nodded vigorously,
“we’d love you to join us.”
gave Baz’s shoulder a squeeze. “There
will be more than enough sweets to go around.”
looked at them with a strange expression, one of complete unreadiness. Clearly he had no idea what to do with this
invitation. It hurt Simon to see. Didn’t the poor kid have any real friends?
finally, Baz nodded. “I’d love that,” he
one’s from my parents, Simon,” Penny said, passing Simon a parcel wrapped in
heavily patterned paper. There was so
much holly leaf and berry cluster on that paper that it was like a whirlwind of
winter. Simon pulled it open to find a
pair of chunky knitted socks in the Hufflepuff colours.
love them!” he grinned, “I’ll ring them and thank them later.”
feet will look like bumble bees,” Baz chuckled from where he was slowly being
absorbed by the overly squishy sofa, nibbling at a chocolate frog.
I love them even more,” Simon laughed.
about that mysterious gift, Simon?” Penny asked, toying with the hem of the new
maroon jumper that had been under the tree for her. It had a big yellow letter “P” on it. When she’d opened it she’d gasped and said
how much of an eyesore it was, but immediately had pulled it on. It was obvious that she completely loved it.
gift?” Baz leaned forward. “What’s that
idea,” Simon shrugged, retrieving a final package from under the tree and
reading the gift tag again. “There’s no
name, but it definitely says ‘To Simon Snow’.”
go on then,” Baz encouraged, his interest piqued.
ripped off the wrapping paper, which this time was a simple pine-green, to find
a long thin box inside. Sliding it open,
a wink of silver caught his eye.
Simon gasped, “it’s a sword.”
Baz and Penny jumped up at the same time to get a closer look as Simon pulled
the blade out of the box. It had a hilt
of woven gold and silver, and the whole thing was surprisingly elegant.
not any sword, Simon,” Penny murmured, her eyes wide. “That’s the Sword of Mages.”
beautiful,” Simon breathed in awe, testing its weight. It looked too big for a boy his size, but it
felt strangely comfortable in his hand.
all the presents were opened, there was wrapping paper strewn across the entire
Common Room and the three of them were in a haze of sweets and spiced cider,
Simon turned to Baz. “I hope you don’t
mind me asking,” he ventured, “but why didn’t you go home for Christmas?”
brow furrowed, not like he was angry but like he was remembering something that
he didn’t want to remember.
sorry,” Simon relented, “you don’t have to answer.”
alright,” Baz sighed. “My family said I
couldn’t come home this Christmas.”
there something wrong at home?” Penny asked, her eyes full of concern.
Baz took a breath, “they wanted me to be sorted into Slytherin.”
no,” Penny breathed.
of my parents were Slytherin,” Baz went on, “so they wanted me to carry on that
tradition. But it didn’t work out that way,
and now they’re disappointed.”
they’re just not letting you come home?” Simon asked.
it’s not entirely that,” Baz told them. “They
said that if I was going to be a Ravenclaw, then I would have to live up to
what that means, and to them it means getting the best grades, which I have not
been doing. They informed me that until
my grades improved, I could stay here and study.”
shrugged. “What better time to punish a
shook his head in disbelief. “That’s so
not a big deal,” Baz tried to smile. “I
like it here, more than at home, so I don’t mind being here.”