Tickled Pink-Newt Scamander x Metamorphmagus!Reader
Request: Can u write a newt x Metamorphmagus!reader? The reader is friends with Tina and Queenie and they visit the reader with newt at her place where she takes care of animals that are abandoned (magical and nonmagical) and he is smitten with her.
A/n: I enjoyed writing this one, Update: Part two is already up (link at the bottom) :)
Warnings: none ^-^
Newt readjusted his coat and sat his case handle in his hand as he absorbed the surroundings. The air was crisp and had a sweet scent to it, most likely as a result from the myriad of flower bushes that sprang up around everywhere. A small home that looked quite finished and modern for the time stood in front of him, and vines laced with more flowers climbed their way up the sides of it. It appeared neat and elegant, simple yet bursting with life.
Today he had tagged along with his friends Tina and Queenie Goldstein to visit and have tea with you at your home. He hadn’t heard much about you, but from what he did hear, he assumed that you was a nice person.
“Queenie did you remember the pie?” asked Tina.
“Of course I did. You worry too much,” replied Queenie with a slight skip in her step and a smile.
The three had walked up to the door and knocked to alert you that they were here. Newt stood back on his heels and closely admired the flowers that had strewn off from the balcony above them. He turned his attention back towards the door when the lock started to unclick, and there at the door stood an old woman wrapped in what appeared to be a long scarf. Newt wasn’t sure what to expect of you, but he definitely expected you to be, well, a bit younger. Suddenly, the appearance began to shift. The creased wrinkles disappeared and frayed silver hair turned back to a silky (hair color). The years began to melt away, almost as if you were standing in a portal that was taking you back decades in time. When you finished, the appearance of an old woman was long gone, and a younger excited version of yourself stood in the doorframe. Newt stared in awe, for you looked radiant and beautiful.
“Queenie! Tina! You came!” you shouted as you engulfed them into a hug. You hadn’t seen them since you visited them last summer, and you wished you could spend more time together. When you all let go, Queenie went over to pull Newt by his coat sleeve towards you.
“Honey, this is our friend Newt, the one we wrote to you about,” announced Queenie, “And he’s like you!”
Newt shyly blushed and extended his hand towards you before introducing himself, “Yes, I’m Newt, Newt Scamander.”
You blushed as well answering, “Y/n Y/l/n. Sorry about that little appearance change there, the old lady look cut the suspicions of the No-Majs” before your hair became a faint pink color out of nervousness. Newt watched the sudden change not with disgust, but with infatuation and curiosity. You noticed his expression and laughed a little.
“I’m a metamorphmagus, my hair does that a lot actually, haha.”
The two of you released your hands and Newt couldn’t deny that there was a tiny tingle.
While you were leading them inside, Newt looked back at Queenie to whisper.
“Queenie, what makes her like me? What is it that-,” but he didn’t get to finish his as he was fascinated not by what was inside of your house, but who was inside.
The table that had been prepared for tea was occupied by a few pixies that were helping set up a few more cups and sugar, and in one of the chairs rested a sleeping Kneazle. In one of the adjacent rooms, a small group of dogs and cats played with strings and napped next to the fireplace mantle. Newt continued to stare in awe as a snowy owl swooped through the window and then perched itself of a coat rack.
“I hope you don’t find this weird.”
Newt jumped slightly, since he didn’t know that someone else was in the room as Tina and Queenie had went off elsewhere. You had appeared behind where he was standing.
“None of them had homes so I let them stay here. That’s why I try to not draw attention from the No Majs, because some of the creatures are magical and they wouldn’t understand,” you spoke as your hair mixed into an embarrassed shade of pink with a saddened blue hue. Newt didn’t want you to feel ashamed at all for what you had done, for what you did was incredible.
“Of course it’s not weird, it’s amazing!”
Newt began to blush a bit more as the two of you locked eyes again. He hadn’t even known you for more than fifteen minutes, yet he was infatuated with you. Your beauty was illuminating and alluring, but your personality and care for creatures, whether they were magical or not, was what he was most attracted to.
“How did you find all of them?” he asked as pixie had come to rest on his finger.
“Well, some of them, like the cats, would always come by for food so I let them stay a bit. Marian here,” you paused and gestured to the snowy owl who was now picking his feathers before continuing with your explanation, “He had a broken wing from a raging storm. Now he’s like my little mail carrier. Oh and this here is Finnic.” You stopped once more in order to open your pocket to allow a tiny little bowtruckle crawl out and onto your hand. “I found him when the other Bowtruckles out back in the tree were taken by smugglers. Apparently they wanted them for picking locks or something. They weren’t too happy when I hexed them.”
“No the smugglers. I had to handle it myself since MACUSA is really against magical creatures for some reason.”
Newt’s heart was heating up and bursting. He had never met anyone quite as amazing as you. Your heart was that of pure gold and your defiance towards MACUSA in order to protect the creatures made his heart soar. You were different, but different and incredible. He wanted to know more about you, he wanted to know your story. He hadn’t felt like this in years and often doubted that he would ever again. Yet you had proven him wrong and started to steal his heart without even knowing it yourself yet.
You had all sat down to talk over tea and it went extremely well. Everything was delicious and sweet, and the room was filled with chatting about everything from Newt’s work to why Tina was so lenient with you keeping creatures (apparently she wasn’t aware that you were keeping magical beasts until recently, but her mindset had changed). He had also kept making awkward glances at you, but he couldn’t help it. There was something about you that kept drawing him in, like a Niffler to a gold coin.
You were fascinated by Newt’s interest in the creatures and the fact that his briefcase was full of them. He wanted to show you right then and there, but he and the sisters had to go, much to his dismay. He had helped you tidy up before goodbyes were exchanged.
After hugging Tina and Queenie, and promising to write and visit soon, you hugged Newt. His hug was firm yet still soft and inviting, which was strange for someone you had only just met. Newt took in your flowery scent and blushed when you let go. Your hair was still a radiant mix of the salmon pink color, and no matter how much you wanted to hide it, you were nervous and slightly attracted to the Magizoologist.
“It was lovely meeting you,” he said as he looked down at your hands. They were smaller and more delicate than his, and he just wanted to hold them in his own.
“You too, you can come visit whenever, plus you have to show me that case of yours next time.”
“Yes, the creatures would love to meet some new friends,” he smiled, a spark of happiness emerging in his eye.
“Are you busy next week?” you asked, and feared risking your new relationship with the friendly man. You weren’t going to ask him, like what if he was already in a relationship? Or maybe he didn’t want a relationship. You were so confused at your sudden feelings.
Newt frantically replied while caught off guard, “N-Not at all, I um, I’ll write to you, to keep in touch until then of course.”
“I’d like that, Newt.” You smiled at him while he furiously blushed. He nodded in a farewell as he turned to go back with the Goldsteins, but before he did, you placed a small kiss onto his heated cheek.
When Newt was back with the sisters, he could hardly keep himself steady, for his heart felt full and heavy. His eyes had an affectionate gaze, and Queenie just laughed at him.
“Well Honey, those are some interesting ideas about Y/n,” she giggled.
Newt’s cheeks turned crimson, but Queenie wasn’t wrong about his thoughts. He just couldn’t seem to get you out of his head.