Christmas Wishes (Newt x Reader)
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all my wonderful followers, just in time– here’s your Christmas special! (I tried to squeeze in the all the recent Christmas requests I got in, hope you enjoy!)
Rating: Y’all are gonna need to be resurrected after all this fluff! <3
Hope you enjoy!
Newt Scamander could barely contain himself.
The magizoologist’s fingers would drum along the railing of the boat for a time, then he would pace a bit on the deck as the salt-dusted wind tugged at his mop of honey-hair, fidgeting with the handle of his suitcase to keep the excitement at bay as he observed the dock inch closer with every wave that lapped at the ship’s metal exterior almost hungrily.
When he would grow just a bit too impatient, he would unfold the creased paper in his vest pocket, having almost memorized your latest letter to him by this point.
“My dearest Newt,”
He already had to pause, a giddish grin cracking across his freckled face, his heart leaping in jubilation from such loving words coming from someone he deeply cherished.
“It finally started snowing here in New York, just in time for Christmas! You’d enjoy it this year, it’s not too chilly, but just cold enough to keep the ground covered in sparkling white. Jacob, Queenie, and I already convinced Tina to build a snowman the “No-Maj” way in Central Park yesterday, and he looked very handsome with his scarf and button nose. I wish you would have been here, I could have used you on my team during the snowball fight that ultimately ensued–beware of Tina, she is unstoppable when given enough frozen ammunition!”
Though he enjoyed re-reading your letters whenever he had the chance, Newt skimmed to the bottom of the letter with a surge of nervous excitement.
“It’s sweet of you to ask, though to be honest all I truly want this year for the holidays is to see you again. I’ll be thinking of you as I always do, but I’ll miss you all the more this season.
Newt could barely suppress a light chuckle of excitement, rocking on his heels in anticipation as the ship finally docked on the shore of New York, his second home. Home was where the heart was, and you were certainly proof of that. Newt had never quite felt the same since he had left you in New York, though the consistent letters you two would write to one another certainly kept him going for the last few months.
It was your most recent letter that had pushed him to go through with the Christmas gift he had spent weeks mulling over in his mind. Checking his pocket for the hundredth time, he felt reassured when his fingers brushed over the sealed envelope, tracing the indentation of your hastily scrawled name in the middle.
With tremendous excitement and determination practically seeping from his pores, Newt scurried off the ship and hastily crunched through the snow-coated cobbled streets to his destination, smiling through his tightly wrapped ragged scarf all the way.
“It’s a Christmas miracle, Jacob!”
“It’s somethin’ alright.” Jacob chuckled, revelling at the sight before him. The baker had barely brought Newt from the front door into the kitchen before Queenie appeared from the parlor and enveloped the magizoologist in a loving hug, practically squeezing the poor wizard to death.
“We’ve all missed you so much honey, you didn’t tell us you were comin’ over for the holidays!” She giggled giddily, planting a chaste kiss on Newt’s cheek and giving a grin as she finally pulled away.
“Bit of a surprise,” Newt chuckled in response, “Though I do hope I’m not intruding–”
“Oh no, honey, you’re always welcome!” Queenie quickly informed him, gingerly helping remove his navy coat and striped scarf to hang on the coat rack, adding over her shoulder with a smile, “In fact, we might just make you stay this time, right Teenie?”
Newt turned to where Queenie was looking over his shoulder, revealing Tina walking into the kitchen with a grin on her face. “Well hey there stranger,” she welcomed playfully, embracing Newt warmly, and much less constricting than her sister. “Happy Holidays!”
“You as well,” Newt smiled back, indulging in the warmth of the apartment and it’s inhabitants he had missed dearly, savouring the sight of the merged Christmas and Hanukkah decorations strewn about the apartment, converging traditions and decor that made the space all the merrier and festive. Upon feeling the unmistakable sensation of the envelope in his vest pocket shifting, his herbal eyes lit up, darting around the apartment curiously. “Where’s Y/n?”
“Oh honey, I’m sorry, she’s hasn’t been home for a while…” Queenie trailed off, placing a hand on Newt’s shoulder comfortingly with a sympathetic expression.
Newt felt a wave of dismay wash over his form, the room suddenly feeling much more empty despite the company of good friends. He inwardly berated himself for not notifying you of his visit, though he never thought you would just leave without letting him know, perhaps you didn’t want him to know, or–
Queenie’s eyes immediately widened, pursing her lips in slight embarrassment as she read his thoughts, “Oh, no sweetie I didn’t mean like that, she’s just been out shopping since this morning–”
The distinct unique creaking of the old wooden door to the apartment sent electric shocks of hope and thrill through Newt’s nerves as he swiveled on his heels to find the manifestations of his affections walking through the doorway.
“Sorry I’m late, Mrs. Esposito gave me a lecture on wearing a dress out in the snow a-and….” you trailed off, E/C gaze meeting with sparkling seafoam eyes you hadn’t seen in what felt like ages. You almost thought he was an illusion, standing there in his crisp brown vest, white dress shirt sleeves rolled up asymmetrically on either arm and a disbelieving yet gleeful expression upon his freckled face. A genuine grin tugged at the corners of your lips as you let out a curt laugh of surprise and joy, dropping your bags and instantly dashing toward your beloved wizard.
Newt felt as though he would burst with delight as you jumped into his open arms, relishing in your enchanting giggle as he spun you around excitedly. He set you down gently, pressing a light kiss to the crown of your head as he hugged you tightly to his chest, savouring the warm feeling of you in his arms and your alluring scent of rose petals, rainwater, and what he could only describe as the comforting smell of home.
“You brought me just what I wanted!” You squealed happily, feeling tears brim your eyes in elation as you craned your neck upwards to relish in the sight of the shy smile you thought about every moment of every day in his absence.
Newt gave a sharp inhale, at first assuming you somehow knew of the contents of the envelope that was snugly hidden in his pocket, though upon seeing the look of adoration in your E/C gaze, he realized you had wholeheartedly meant your humble wish to see him for Christmas. The fondness in your genuine smile, paired with the sensation of your warm hands still entangled around his neck brought him on the verge of melting in bliss.
Though difficult, he resisted the urge to present his true Christmas gift to you right then and there, instead electing to embrace you once more, eliciting another delighted giggle from you as he grinned, “I missed you terribly.”
“I missed you just as much,” you chuckled into his chest, absentmindedly tracing the curvature of his vest buttons. “If not more.”
“I’m positive I missed you the most,” Newt smirked with raised brows, as if daring you to challenge him on it.
You almost considered it before Jacob spoke up with an admiring laugh. “Neither of you are gonna win that argument, but I’m thinkin’ you both agree on dinner.” He gestured to the dining table, where Queenie and Tina were quickly preparing while humming along to a holiday tune, plates and silverware gently drifting to their respective places on the table before the steaming food floated to the festive platters.
As you lead Newt to the table, your eyes lit up with anticipation, “I’m so glad you’re here, I have your gifts wrapped but they’re in my bedroom,” your face flushed slightly, “I was going to send them in the mail so they’d get to you on time, but I guess I was secretly hoping you’d be here to open them yourself.”
Newt’s heart swelled at your thoughtfulness, feeling Billywigs flutter in his stomach when you clasped his hand in yours, tugging playfully toward the bedroom, “I can’t wait for you to open them–”
“Y/n, you know the rules,” Tina raised her voice with a knowing smile thrown your way as she pulled an extra chair to the table, nodding for you and Newt to take a seat.
“Presents after dinner.” Queenie finished in a sing-song voice, flicking her wand to finish lighting the candles that were strewn about the kitchen. “We’ve gotta hear all about Newt’s adventures since he’s been gone, don’t we honey?”
“Oh, yes, well, I did recently discover a new ability the Swooping Evil has,” Newt raised his brows excitedly, “Which assisted me in catching the Niffler when the little bugger got loose in a museum.”
“Well now I gotta hear about that,” Jacob chuckled, tucking a napkin in his collar and sitting eagerly before the steaming meal.
Supper conversation drifted on into the evening well past when the meal was finished, Newt recounting his tales of new creature discoveries and the various times the Niffler managed to escape during the most inconvenient of times. The magizoologist was captivated by your ecstatic re-telling of what Jacob called the “most unfair snowball fight in history”, since it was the muggles versus the wizards, though the baker advocated that your persistence during the fight was practically medal-worthy.
Tina took notice of Newt’s entranced staring more than once, and it didn’t take her mind reading for Queenie to know Newt was just as smitten with you as you were with him. The blonde Goldstein sister did, however, find herself suppressing a giddish grin behind her fingers that muffled her giggles as she listened to Newt’s hurricane of anxious thoughts as he subtly traced the outline of the envelope in his pocket in hidden anticipation.
After the holiday dinner, you all participated in the lovely lighting of the first candle of the menorah that sat patiently upon the windowsill that overlooked the snowy city streets, Queenie and Tina leading you all in reciting blessings as the sky darkened and nighttime approached.
The rest of the night consisted of gift giving and light conversation. Though the moon rose high and the hours ticked on, the five of you were still huddled by the fireplace in the living room, trading and unwrapping gifts by the decorated Christmas tree.
Tina was ecstatic with her new coat you had bought her, as you were with the perfectly-fitting boots she had given you. Queenie adored the perfume you found for her in a heart-shaped bottle she wouldn’t stop cooing over, and assured you she would spritz it on every day.
Newt was grateful for the four of you having chipped in on a collective gift of a new charmed suitcase, just in case he would need just that extra bit of room for some new creatures. He thanked you all profusely, and you practically melted at his endearing grin of appreciation.
You adored the little teddy bear Jacob had given you, and the baker was very flattered with your thoughtful kitchenware set gift, “I can’t wait to use these, you’ll have to be my number one taste-tester,” he grinned.
Eventually there were only a few gifts left to open. Though you knew it was silly, you figured the slower you opened each gift the longer Newt could stay.
“This one’s from me,” Queenie bit at her bottom lip eagerly, handing you a bag with light pink tissue paper flowering at the top. You eagerly dug through the paper, only to come into contact with sultry blue and pink silk with decorative lace–”O-oh my, Queenie,” you blushed profusely, covering your mouth with your hand as you gasped surprise, “Why would I need–?”
You paused as Queenie gave you wittily raised brows as her knowing gaze flickered between you and Newt suggestively. “Queenie!” Tina hissed with a playfully reprimanding light slap on her sister’s arm, Jacob only subtly chuckling as Newt shot him a questioning look.
“Scandalous,” you tsked with a giggle, quickly covering the contents with the tissue paper once more. “But thank you,” you added with a ghost of smile on your face, giving Queenie the giggles too.
“What? Did…Did I miss something?” Newt asked innocently, looking to your bag with confusion written on his features.
“Ladies things,” Queenie shrugged, biting back a grin, waving her hand as if it dismissed the issue entirely. Newt was still unsure of what exactly she had meant, but felt his cheeks heat in slight embarrassment all the same.
You quickly slid a carefully wrapped box with Newt’s name on it toward the magizoologist, flicking at the golden ribbon atop the lid playfully. “This one’s for you.”
Wonderment quickly took over dissipating embarrassment as Newt tugged off the ribbon and tore the festive wrapping paper off. He gingerly pulled the lid off of the box, eyes widening in bewilderment as he pulled out a familiar lengthy striped scarf, admiring the soft texture and tight weave between his freckled fingers.
“Made the muggle way, but I guess you can’t really tell,” you shrugged, fiddling with a piece of stray ribbon on the carpet. “The last time I saw you I noticed yours was looking a bit, um, “loved”, and figured you could use a new one.”
Newt’s heart leaped at your words, looking to the scarf in a new light. The hours of time you had spent, knitting every loop by hand all while thinking of him, the fact you noticed he loved his scarf and you were willing to hand-craft him another, it was enough to practically melt the magizoologist’s heart.
“I adore it,” he breathed sincerely, herbal eyes sparkling as he looked to you appreciatively, “Thank you so much Y/n…”
“I’m so glad!” You sighed in relief, pride swelling in your chest.
Seeing you so pleased and contented with such a simple gesture, Newt felt the impulse to give you his secret gift, and quickly scrambled in his vest pocket for the envelope, “This, ahm, this one is for you,” he stated, a wave of anxious thoughts washing over him as he handed you the sealed gift. He took note of Queenie’s sharp inhale and attempted to bury his thoughts should she accidentally spoil the surprise.
“Aw, thank you Newt,” You smiled as you gently tore open the envelope and peered inside, noting Newt’s anxious lip-gnawing expression from the corner of your vision. Your brow furrowed in curiosity as you gingerly pulled out two slips of paper with times and dates…tickets.
One-way tickets…to Britain.
Exuberance blossomed in your chest as you felt your cheeks heat in excitement and hands quiver in disbelief as you lifted your gaze to Newt’s in wonderment. “I-is this…”
Newt swallowed thickly, unsure of how to read your reaction, though the shaky smile you wore gave him the surge of confidence to take your quivering hands in his and confide to you, “Y/n, there’s not a single day–moment, really, that I don’t think of you.” He inhaled deeply, glancing about to his friends for a moment. Queenie was already in tears, having likely read his mind, Tina with a hand over her enormous grin and Jacob staring with delight and raised brows. They all practically oozed with enthusiasm, encouraging him to continue, “I’d love nothing more than for you to, ahm, accompany me in my travels, and I’ve got your room set up back home already,” his cheeks immediately flushed at his confession, his gaze flickering to yours nervously. “O-only if you’re interested, of course, I wouldn’t wish to make you uncomfortable or–”
You cut off the stuttering wizard with a firm kiss of eagerness, taking him by surprise when you cupped his face and repeatedly murmured, “Yes, yes, yes,” in between smaller, tender kisses of devotion along his jaw, cheeks, and nose.
Queenie couldn’t suppress a small squeal of approval, burying her face in her hands as she leaned into Jacob, who chuckled gleefully and gave a thumbs up. Tina gave a giggle of amusement, eyes shining with praise as she smirked at the now intensely blushing magizoologist.
Newt couldn’t contain the jubilant chuckle and glowing smile at your fervent response as you leaned your forehead against his, entwining your fingers with his freckled ones lovingly. “I’d love nothing more,” You murmured, a grin cracking across your face, nose gently brushing Newt’s and sending a shiver of delight up his spine. “Than to go home with you.”
Newt felt his breath slightly hitch at hearing you refer to his home as your own, feeling his heart rate skyrocket and cheeks warm with fervent jubilation. He let out a chuckle of relief and excitement, lost in the heat of the moment as he wrapped you in an affectionate embrace, your laughter like perfectly tuned bells reminding him your presence in his life was something he was eternally grateful for.
Tina and Jacob started a miniature applause, Queenie squealing her endorsement as she showered the both of you in ribbons from the unwrapped Christmas gifts, “Oh Teenie, it’s another Christmas miracle!” She hissed excitedly, giggles bubbling from her chest as a few of the ribbons caught in Newt’s amber-curls and tangled in your H/C hair, the two of you now blending in with the Christmas decorations.
The rest of the night drifted on in comfortable quiet, the twinkling of the lights on the Christmas tree and the crackling of the fireplace eventually lulling the apartment’s inhabitants into a contented slumber. Jacob had fallen asleep in Queenie’s lap, and she too found herself drifting off with Tina on her shoulder as they stared into the fireplace. Newt, however, found sleep almost impossible, feeling as though he were already in a dream as it was. He propped his elbow on the armrest of the couch, head in one hand as he gazed about the tranquil livingroom, his other weaving through your H/C locks in a calming rhythm, counting down the hours until the boat ride home in the next few days.
Home. He smiled at the thought, seafoam gaze drifting down to your sleeping form curled up against him. The wizard was almost in disbelief you had chosen to be a part of home for him, though he would make sure you would know he was grateful every moment of every day in your future together.
While attempting to count every lovely eyelash upon your flickering eyelids, Newt felt the familiar pull of sleep tugging at his conscience. He gave in when you snuggled further into his chest, placing a tender kiss to your head before drifting off.
Though the chilled snow floated through the crisp night air outside, those in the apartment slept soundly and warmly, you and Newt cuddled together, cozy and contented with Christmas wishes fulfilled.
Happy Holidays to you all!
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