For @leslaiiiii who requested Newt one-shot where the reader and him have crushes on each other but they are too shy to admit, but when they chase after a creature in New York, they end up in a closet and the door lock itself. If the reader is claustrophobic and Newt shyly comforts her before they kiss.
I hope you enjoy this!
Rating: Cute comfort fluff, pretty good fluff to get you through the day.
Visiting the Jacob and the Goldsteins was supposed to be a relaxing little vacation from your travels with writing the magical creatures handbook. Tina was ecstatic to see you and Newt after receiving letters every month, and Jacob was always anxious to hear your stories of your journeys around the world studying and recording various types of beasts he could only dream of. Queenie, however, was a bit disappointed to find that the two of you continued to have intense feelings for one another (more than mere friends would, anyway), and had yet to act upon them.
You adored him, completely and truly and forever, though in reality, you could never say such things to him. When you tried, you found the words would get caught in your throat, and you would merely mutter your apologies for forgetting whatever it was you were attempting to tell him. And each time, Queenie would give a pout and sympathetic look your way.
Now, Newt wasn’t completely oblivious as you had thought, his hands would tremble and heart quiver at the idea of you confessing some sort of attraction to him when you would approach him…and every time you backpedaled he would deflate just a little bit at his own inability to admit his feelings. Queenie could only fume in silence when she heard the wizard’s thoughts screaming at himself to get over his shy nature and let you know just how much you brightened his days and warmed his heart with just one of your heart-stopping smiles.
Though it was hypothetically supposed to be a bit of a holiday, there wasn’t much resting with a case full of magical creatures that sometimes managed to escape.
Tonight was one of those times.
You had chosen your most flattering of outfits, dressing to impress a certain magizoologist. Queenie must have read into your thoughts that afternoon, for she had generously offered any of her wardrobe for your taking, and insisted on applying a generous amount of her favorite red lipstick to your lips to prepare for an evening out.
Throughout dinner, you two caught one another staring. You would look up and find Newt’s shy gaze upon you, blood rushing to his face and heating his freckled cheeks as he attempted to hide behind his mop of honey curled hair. In turn, he would chance a glance at you just to find you pretending to drop your fork to distract from your obvious gawking.
It didn’t take a mind-reader to see how hard you two had fallen for one another. After glancing at a very restless Queenie, Tina took it upon herself to announce to the table once dinner was finished, “It’s a perfect night for a walk, wouldn’t you say so Newt?”
Everyone looked to the wizard for his response, effectively catching him staring at you again, making you smile. Taken a bit off guard, Newt blinked rapidly and pushed his mashed potatoes around a bit with his fork distractedly. “Y-yes, yes I would say so…”
“That sounds nice.” you added, tilting your head and flashing the shy Hufflepuff a reassuring smile that he easily reciprocated.
Jacob couldn’t help but grin at how connected you two seemed to be, all the more after the events here in New York, but he should have known you two were too shy to admit it to one another. “Better go grab your coat, Newt…?” he suggested, as neither of you broke your gaze from one another, smiling like two lovestruck teens.
Newt’s cheeks dusted a rosy pink, having being caught in his infatuation for you for the second time that night. “Oh, yes I suppose,” he tore his gaze from you to stumble to the back bedroom.
Tina turned to you with a light smile. “Sooooo Y/n, how are you and Newt–”
The Goldstein sister was stopped short by a clunking noise from the bedroom. At first you were grateful for the interruption, but when it didn’t stop you became a bit concerned.
You all stared blankly at one another as the clattering continued, followed by some maternal reprimanding, more crashes and an eventual cry of frustration. A few seconds passed in silence.
“Newt?” You tentatively called, already having a sinking feeling as to what had occurred when he emerged with a sigh.
“The, um, Niffler…may have slipped out of the open w-window…” he trailed off, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.
Queenie raised her brows with a smirk. “Oh. Is that all?”
“Just like old times, eh?” Jacob shook his head with a chuckle.
You had meant to go out during the evening in your lovely outfit with Newt and your friends, though it wasn’t planned you would be chasing a Niffler for the majority of that evening.
You found the Niffler initially at the local jewelry store, where Newt tried his best to re-enact the last success when this scenario occurred, though this time the small creature escaped. The suspicious trail of missing trinkets, money and jewelry then led them to the museum, which was luckily closed so you wouldn’t attract too much attention while chasing for the magical creature that tended to cause havoc.
A quick “Alohomora” made the entrance the easy part. It was when the five of you observed the expanse of the museum while in the lobby that it was made clear things would be a bit harder…
“Maybe we should split into groups?” Queenie suggested a little too innocently as she averted your and Newt’s gaze.
“I’ll take the left wing, it’s smaller.” Tina quickly piped up enthusiastically, though out of breath, catching Queenie’s suggestion.
Jacob, hands on his knees and panting, inhaled deeply before gesturing to the main exhibit and lobby. “Right…well…I can go–”
“Yes, you and I will go this way,” Queenie specified, glancing at you and Newt with a cheerful smile. “Good luck!” she chirped, helping drag Jacob along down around the corner and out of sight. Tina gave a small wave before she too disappeared down the left hallway.
“Right,” Newt sighed, swallowing thickly as he looked to you with a little smirk. “Shall we?”
You two set to jogging down the corridor on the right, anxious and alert to find the mischievous missing beast.
Along your search, the distinct sound of clinking metal was heard from the ancient jewel displays. Initially, the little creature attempted to blend in with the black velvet of the case display, but it wasn’t long before Newt’s keen eye found him and the chase began. With the nimble creature slipping through your hands time and time again, it almost became a competition between you and Newt to see who would catch the naughty Niffler first.
“Y/n,” Newt whispered just loud enough for you to hear. He gestured to an open custodial closet that you could easily corner the Niffler in. You nodded your understanding with a smile, and the both of you set to surrounding the small creature.
It’s beady black eyes blinked at you as you slowly inched closer, “Come on little guy,” you hummed, hoping he would walk into your open hands. Instead, the Niffler turned and scampered into the closet, it’s pouch clicking and dropping a few coins on the way. “Well, that works too,” you giggled, pursuing with Newt right behind you.
The closet was quite dark, until you switched on the dim singular light bulb that dangled from the ceiling. “Where’d he go?” you hissed, scrambling through the shelves of cleaning supplies desperately, Newt searching the upper shelves you couldn’t reach.
The both of you whipped around just in time to catch of glimpse of the magical creature ducking–slipping, rather–through the cracked open, effectively knocking it shut with a light click.
“The little bugger,” Newt muttered under his breath, though with a slight smile as he went for the door, “Can’t keep his paws off even remotely shiny—oh, dear…” he sighed, peeking over his shoulder sheepishly as the doorknob rattled. “Seems we’re stuck for a bit…”
You felt a wave of fear-induced nausea wash over you in the dim lighted closet, the space feeling too constricting for you, let alone with another person. “Your wand?” you quickly yipped hopefully.
Newt patted his pockets, then gave a sigh of exasperation when he remembered, “Tina has it, she picked it up when it fell out of my pocket when I almost caught the Niffler at that jewelry shop…”
It was already dim and uncomfortable, though you were aware it was only a matter of time before panic swallowed you in this cramped space. Suddenly out of the corner of your eye, it had appeared the wall beside you began closing in to compact you indefinitely. You whipped around, glaring at the seemingly still wall accusingly before pacing. Either way, the space felt smaller, and your heart began thundering in your ribcage when you couldn’t find enough room to breathe properly. You felt your chest constrict and muscles freeze, knees threatening to buckle from under the weight of damp fear that seeped to your core.
Newt tried the handle again, pushing the door forcefully. “Perhaps the Muggle way is the best way in this situation, don’t suppose you can pick a lock Y/n?” Turning, Newt seemed to take notice of your change in behavior, pausing in his escape attempt to observe your continued pacing and…shivering? “Y/n, are you alright?”
You didn’t answer, though you didn’t have to. Your slight whimper as you backed into a wall and heaved for air gave Newt enough indication that you were indeed in need of help. He approached you slowly, cautiously, knowing you were uncomfortable with your current surroundings.
“It’s going to be alright, I-I’m here.” he assured, taking your hands in his. “Y/n look at me,”
You slowly raised your embarrassed gaze to his, internally chuckling at the thought of how the roles had switched, as the magizoologist rarely kept eye contact for long when he blushed when in in your mere presence. His seafoam eyes were almost luminescent in the dim lighting as they appeared to churn with concern and affection, staring at you intently, seeming to read you like an open book, worry evident in his creased brow line. “I’m s-sorry,” you stammered, the pressure in your head and tightness of your chest inciting a wave of tears, fresh flowing rivers of sadness and fear that you couldn’t stop.
Newt’s expression quickly melted into one of sympathy, his hands flying from yours to cradle your face, warm thumbs gently stroking your cheeks dry as he pressed his forehead against yours firmly. “Oh, Y/n…” he cooed affectionately, taking note of your instantly relaxing shoulders when you locked gazes with him once more. “Don’t ever be sorry, just…” he inhaled deeply, already feeling his heart pound at how daringly close he was to you. “ …just f-focus on me…breathe.”
You did as he instructed, shifting your thoughts focus to your magizoologist as he tenderly held you like fragile glass, your hands resting on his chest, absorbing the reverberations of his rapidly beating heart. You mimicked his breathing pace, his barely audible murmurs of comfort combined with the soothing sensation of his warm, freckled thumbs stroking your chilled cheeks wrapped you in a sense of harmonious security and relaxation
Newt felt relief and pride swell in his chest. Though you hadn’t realized it yet, your breathing evened and your muscles slowly began to relax. He watched your E/C gaze flicker as you methodically counted the freckles that dotted along his face, his cheeks heating up in the realization, though the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile nonetheless.
You felt as though you had broken out of a trance, blinking to clear your vision, you looked up to find the shy Hufflepuff staring back at you with nothing but compassion lining his herbal eyes. “Thank you.” you whispered genuinely.
Newt’s face may as well have been on fire at this point, for he had never engaged in such a close proximity between the two of you. You intensified his emotions exponentially with something as simple as holding his hand, so he figured if he got any closer he very well may melt from pure bliss.
“Of course.” Newt replied, seeming to absorb every detail of your face in that moment, overwhelmed by the way you looked at him, a look of adoration in your eyes that he knew matched his. Shyly, he leaned in to delicately kiss the corner of your lips.
The other side of your mouth curved in a half-smile, it was so very characteristic of him to present his feelings in a timid, gentleman way, though the fact he took action itself declared him a holder of much deeper and profound emotions that hid behind his shy demeanor.
You felt your breathing hitch when Newt pulled back ever-so-slightly, his lips barely hovering against yours, his freckled nose brushing light Eskimo kisses as he breathlessly whispered, “M-may I…?”
The timid wizard’s shaky but hopeful question made your heart race and stomach flutter in a nervously excited frenzy, wherever Newt’s skin made contact with yours felt delightfully ignited with flames of fondness you desperately desired to kindle. You couldn’t help but smile upon noticing the wizard’s gaze flickering to your lips a few times before meeting your gaze.
Your hands snaked from his chest and up his neck to weave into his cinnamon-peppered golden locks, feeling him tremble slightly beneath your gentle touch. Gingerly, you pulled him into you and captured his lips in a fervent kiss that gushed with compassion and yearning.
Newt gave a barely audible brief gasp of surprise, which quickly blended into a sigh of delight as he practically melted into your embrace, the sensation of your fingers entangling in his hair driving him absolutely wild. It was no longer you trapped in a room, rather you and the wizard you loved sharing a sacred space.
“Hey there you guys are!”
You both jumped at the intrusion, the light from outside the closet almost blinding as a familiar face opened the door. “Everything alright?” Jacob asked in concern upon seeing his friends so jumpy.
“Y-yes, quite,” Newt replied, looking back at you sheepishly.
“Ya gotta little, somethin’…” Jacob chuckled, tapping the edge of his lips. “Right there.”
It was only now you noticed the lipstick stain on the side of Newt’s mouth, and you felt your cheeks heat up in response, giving a light giggle at the wizard’s immediate wide-eyed expression of embarrassment.
“D-did you find the Niffler?” Newt swallowed thickly, obviously attempting to redirect the conversation as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
“Yeah, we cornered the little rascal in the gift shop a few minutes ago, then set off to find you two.” Jacob explained. Newt gave a curt nod of appreciation, which gave way to a moment of awkward quiet with Jacob grinning until he spoke up again. “Gosh, you both are too cute.”
If possible, Newt blushed even harder.
“He’s become much more clever,” you noted, walking alongside Jacob and Newt as you headed for the exit. “We thought we’d trap him in the closet, and he ended up trapping us instead.”
“The way I found you two it couldn’t have been that bad,” Jacob sent you a smirk, to which you scoffed and smacked his arm playfully.
Eventually, you made it to the main entrance where Tina and Queenie were waiting, the Niffler in a small birdcage. Your brow furrowed in thought of where it came from, but Tina quickly answered when she saw your expression. “I don’t think their stuffed bird in the nature exhibit will miss it that much.” she chuckled, making sure to hand back Newt’s wand.
Though the walk back to the apartment was long, none of you were bothered in the slightest. The night had settled in and the stars gleamed above like shattered diamonds.
About halfway there, Newt had taken your hand, and it was admittedly one of the best feelings you’d ever experienced when he looked down at you in such a deeply enamoured way he never had before.
Jacob had to bite down on his lip in an attempt to keep from grinning, though it wasn’t as effective as hoped. “I could just lock you two back in there if ya want,” he gently elbowed Newt in the side, watching in satisfaction as his magical friend quickly turned a light pink and chuckled bashfully.
“I, ah… I don’t think that will be necessary,” Newt replied in a hush. He gave a giddish grin, squeezing your hand and turning to you with shining green eyes that reflected complete infatuation, and you could only smile back just as elated.
Your friends felt their own excitement brewing as they watched you both ahead, strolling down the sidewalk, hands clasped and hearts fluttering.
On this day in 1941, during the Second World War, the Battle of Hong Kong began. The attack on the then British colony of Hong Kong began just hours after the Japanese attacked the American base of Pearl Harbor, marking the beginning of Japan’s quest for domination in Asia. The British government was sceptical of their chances of defending the outpost, but in September 1941 drafted Canadian troops to Hong Kong. The Battle of Hong Kong lasted 17 days, seeing heavy bombardment and fierce fighting, including a massacre at an Allied hostpital. The 12,000 Allied troops - comprising Canadians, Britons, Indians, and locals - were vastly outnumbered by the 50,000 Japanese. Ultimately, over 2,000 Allied troops died trying to defend Hong Kong, and the British governor surrendered on December 25th. The Japanese occupied Hong Kong until August 1945; after the war, the Japanese governor was executed for war crimes. The battle of Hong Kong remains an important moment in Canadian and Commonwealth history, for, despite overwhelming odds and little military training, the Allied forces refused to surrender, and many subsequently endured brutal conditions as prisoners of war.