Newt Scamander Imagines

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A/N: I saw that picture on tumblr and quite literally laughed out loud. By the way, you should check out my Eddie Redmayne fic, its pretty neat.

Imagine you go see Newt for the first time in a while, but when he comes down into his case, he's scratched up really badly.

You sat in Newt's case, patiently waiting for him to come down. You wanted to surprise him, he hasn't seen you in a couple of months and you'd missed him, probably as much as he'd missed you. He had been traveling the world looking for new beasts to inhabit in his large case, currently he was in London, your home town. He had told you he was going to come say hello to you once he'd found the beast he'd been longing to find for a while, a Hippogriff, but you decided what better way to surprise him than in his own case.

You sat tapping the paper-filled love seat he had kept in his little wooden shack in the middle of his case. It was scattered with an array of coats and boots that made it hard for you to walk around. The walled shelves were also littered with different potions and different ingredients for the said potions. His case always amused you and made you feel all warm and cozy inside. It was another addition to Newt that you had grown to love throughout the years of knowing him.

After exactly 17 minutes had passed (you had timed it), you heard a distinctive clanking sound coming from above you and along with that, a pair of bulky boots suspend from the ladder a couple of metres away from you. Newt plops down from the ladder, skipping a couple of steps and almost falling over, and he faces you, a look of utter shock on his face.

Although his tousled hair was still the same as it was a couple of months ago, his face had now been occupied with dozens of scratches and deep gashes. Some of the blood that had dripped out of these gashes were now dried and left a flaky residue on his pale skin.

"Y/N! Um, what are you doing here?" he says as he quickly turns around, not allowing you to see his face, he tilts his head up toward the ceiling as if he was embarrassed that you had to have seen him like this. You could also tell that Newt was in quite a lot of pain because he kept wincing with every word that came from his mouth.

You got up and basically ran over to him. You grabbed his arm and tried to get him to turn around, but he shook it off and walked over to potion station, still not allowing you to look at his face. He shuffled his hands around hesitantly and began mixing what seemed to be, random ingredients together. He continued the sporadic movements until eventually he just put his hand on his forehead and sighed.

"I don't know how to make a medication for this," he said, finally lifting his head to meet your eyes. He was sad, like a lost puppy or a confused child.

You walked over to him once again and put you hand on his arm. "Looks like we have to fix you up the muggle way," you smiled at him trying your best to make him feel better. You grabbed some alcohol that he had kept under the potion station and poured it into a clean glass.

"Getting me drunk probably won't help the pain, but if you want me to try, I'd be more than willing." There was seriousness in his voice that made you chuckle.

You sat Newt down on the love seat, the glass of alcohol in your hand and began to dip a clean washcloth it in. You kneeled down in front of Newt so that his face was in level with yours. You held Newt's face with your left hand, to keep it steady and he smiled at you, a few breaths of laughter escaping from his mouth. You felt his face turn slightly hot when you began to dab the drenched cloth on his face. Now and then he winced and pushed your hand aside so he could give himself a moment, then he would nod as if to tell you to continue.

The whole time, you hadn't said a word but Newt could tell that you were worried about him. After you had finished and were about to stand up, he grabbed your wrist. "Thank you," he said with a softness in his voice. You gave him a friendly grin and nodded.

"So, was it the Hippogriff?" you asked loud enough so he could hear you over the sound of running water coming from the tap.

He looked down at his hands and huffed, "No actually, Hippogriffs are more loving than you would think. No it wasn't the Hippogriff." He took a long pause, putting the right words together in his mind. "It was just a couple of middle aged muggle men trying to rob me."

He said it so nonchalantly that you had almost believed it was just that, until you realized what he really had said. You looked at him, stunned that a couple of 'middle aged men' could do such harm to an innocent man.

"God Newt, did they take anything from you?" you sat next to him, intrigued by the story.

"Only my dignity," he laughed.

You gave him a strong shove, causing him to wince once more. "How could you even joke about this?" you say rolling your eyes. "They could have killed you!" You throw your head into your hands and try to calm down. Newt put his hand on your shoulder, this caused a small tear to fall down your cheek but you quickly wipe it with your hand before Newt could see that you were crying.

"I'm not dead," he grabs your face like you did with him, and faced it towards his own. "I'm alive and happy to see you here," he gave you his famous side smile.

You pulled him in for a hug. Newt, taken back from your action, hesitantly wraps his arms around you, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder for a while. His familiar clean but earthy aroma filled your nose, causing you to relax in his arms.

"I've missed you," he chuckles as he pulls back. He looks at you and sees the slight glimmer in your eyes and smiles, pushing the loose stand of hair behind your ears, sending a shiver down your whole body.

"I know," you smirk and punch his shoulder playfully.

"I've missed you and your sarcastic mannerisms." he says grinning a toothy grin.