the sea of faces

ONESHOT: Introductions

PROMPT: Newt and reader introduce their daughter to the creatures.


“Newt, are you sure that this is a good idea?”, I asked, for probably the hundredth time today. “Y/n, I promise you, I wouldn’t do this if I wasn’t completely confident in them”, Newt told me. Today, was the day that we introduced our little girl to the creatures, and I was rather nervous, despite having complete faith in him. He lifted up the lid, and began to descend the long, rickety ladder, opening up his arms when he was down, allowing me to pass the half-asleep bundle down into his strong arms. I then followed down the ladder, careful to watch my footing.


When we were down, Pickett instantly rushed over, curiously peeking in the blanket. After being faced with the sea-foam green eyes of our baby, he shot back, started. Edging closer, he chirped a greeting. A smile split out on her face, and taking this as encouragement, Pickett crawled forward, gently poking her dimples.

Stepping out of the small and crowded shed, we were instantly greeted by Dougal, who ran over to me, hugging my legs and clinging to me. Newt laughed, as all the introductions were going perfectly. Slowly, we walked to visit Niffler, as I always had a soft spot for him. He emerged from his burrow, peering at the blanket with confused eyes. After seeing it was a baby, he scurried back to his burrow. Me and Newt exchanged glances, afraid that he didn’t like our baby. Newt’s eyes filled with tears, upset that one of his most loved beasts didn’t get on with his daughter. Then, Niffler came out again, clutching a shiny Galleon. He placed in the blanket, licked the baby’s cheek then went back into the glittery lair. I looked at Newt, a smile braking out on my face, glad that everything had turned out alright.

Originally posted by newt-and-pickett


A/N: There we go! Not as happy about this one, I think it slightly jumbled and hurried (despite me spending half a hour on it). Remember to send me any requests you have :)

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.