Newt Scamander Imagines

In The Night

Writed By: fantastic-fanfic-beasts (Tumblr)

WARNING: SOME SMUT COMING AHEAD

♡AbigailBreslin55♡

Newt closed his notebook with a sigh, and stretched. Feeling his back pop, he allowed himself to slouch down and just rest for a moment. Outside, black and grey clouds sat overhead. A lone seagull flew by, heading inland, obviously sensing the incoming rainstorm. It had been sprinkling lightly earlier, and streams of rainwater trickled down the street below, illuminated only by the glowing yellow light of the streetlamps. Everything was quiet, both inside and out, and Newt glanced up at the clock. It’s finely crafted iron hands told him it was ten o’clock at night.

Slowly standing up from the chair and feeling the stiffness in his legs, Newt made his way to the bedroom that he shared with you. Trying hard to be quiet, he entered the room to find the light still on. Looking around, he didn’t see you. Before long his eyes fell on his slightly battered suitcase and he smiled. Unsnapping and opening the lid, he clambered down the stairs and emerged into the lopsided wooden shack that held all his belongings. There, curled up on his worn cot in the corner, was you. You had a peaceful smile on your sleeping face, and the Niffler was curled up in your arms.

Standing over you, and looking down at your face, Newt felt a smile creep onto his own lips. You looked so beautiful he found himself realizing as he knelt beside the cot. His eyes traced your features, only flicking down to the Niffler when it let out a rather loud snore and snuffle. Pursing his lips at it, he ran a hand through his messy hair and shook his head.

You murmured something in your sleep, drawing his attention back to you. Slowly, he raised his hand and stroked your cheek. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, fascinated. He had known that you were a very close friend, but it was just now dawning on him what that funny feeling in his stomach that he always had when he thought of you was. Fingers still resting on your cheek, your eyes flickered open.

Newt froze, watching in dismay as you slowly realized what had happened. “Newt?” Your voice was quiet, still full of sleep. “What are you doing? I thought you were working on your book.”

“I-“ He swallowed. “I finished.” A light nervous sweat broke out on his forehead, and he tried to work up the courage to explain exactly why he was petting your face while you slept.

“Hm.” You hummed contentedly, leaning into his hand. Still too drowsy to grasp the gravity of the situation, you smiled up at him.

“Y/n, there’s something I need to tell you.” Newt didn’t even stumble over his words he was so focused, staring intently at the cracked wooden wall behind your head.

“Hm?” Looking into his eyes now, he could see a spark of curiosity in them.

“I love you.” He whispered, a flush spreading from his forehead down to his neck. Still he stared at the wall, unsure of what your reaction would be.

“Oh Newt…” You placed one of your hands over his own. “I love you too, you dork.” Reaching up with your other hand you grasped his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. You could feel him leaning into the kiss, his other hand creeping up to hold your face gently, like it was a fragile piece of crystal. Shifting in the kiss so you were sitting up, Newt pulled back and you could see his eyes flick down to the low neck of your nightshirt. Blushing, you moved your hands up to his shoulders and massaged them softly.