𝑩𝒐𝒘𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔: 𝑵𝒆𝒘𝒕 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓

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summary: Mr. Scamander introduces you to his bowtruckle...and he may or may not be falling for you as he does.

warnings: none :)

“You have a bowtruckle in your pocket.”

Newt halts in his fiddling with the locks on his case and looks up at you through the wispy, caramel hair that’s constantly obscuring his eyes from your view. You’re perched on one of Tina and Queenie’s dining room chairs. Jacob carried it into the living room for you earlier when you all first arrived. Newt had offered you his seat on the well-worn, but plush lounge, but you had refused, stating that you can handle having a conversation without a cushion, thank you very much. 

Your legs are crossed daintily at the ankles, and you lean forward as you consider Newt. Or, more specifically, Pickett, who has clambered up his shoulder to huddle shyly behind his neck. Only the creature’s eyes and the sprig on top of his head can be seen, and you smile sweetly when you make eye contact. Newt blinks at the way your perfectly curled hair flutters around your eyes like curtains in the breeze when you move. He can tell you’re curious, and realizes that you’ve never seen a bowtruckle before. The corner of his mouth turns up fondly at the thought.

“That I do,” he responds, shifting in his crouch as he finishes locking up his case.

“Why?”

Newt finds himself blinking once again at the bluntness of your question, and he tilts his head up to look at you fully. Your gaze meets his inquisitively, and he’s quick to look back down before you can see the blush spreading across his cheeks. He rolls out of his crouch with a small sigh until he’s sitting on the ground with his back against the lounge, legs spread out in front of him. “Well,” he starts, “I keep bowtruckles in my case, but Pickett has what Queenie calls ‘attachment issues.’”

You raise your eyebrows and an amused smile creeps across your face. “Attachment issues,” you repeat, encouraging him to elaborate.

Newt backtracks, eyes flicking to the ceiling as he thinks of a way to explain. He holds his hand up in front of his shoulder, encouraging Pickett to wrap his spindly limbs around his thumb and pull himself up. Once his little friend is standing comfortably on his palm, Newt runs a gentle finger over the sprout at the top of his head. “He doesn’t like his tree,” he clarifies simply.

You chuckle softly and lean forward out of your chair to get a closer look. “But aren’t bowtruckles guardians of their trees?” you ask. A pleased warmth spreads through Link’s chest at your knowledge of one of his creatures. You laugh again when he nods in confirmation. “Why doesn’t he like his tree?”

“He says the other bowtruckles bully him.” Newt shifts to cradle Pickett in both of his hands and sits up, crossing his legs. He regards you with a small smirk, green eyes twinkling with mischief. “But I have a suspicion that he’s actually just sensitive.” He whispers the last part as if it’s a secret, making you giggle and Pickett whirl around to glare adorably at his keeper. 

Newt frowns right back down at him. “What?” he asks incredulously. “You and I both know it’s true.” You’re absolutely delighted when the bowtruckle blows a raspberry, and Newt rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Again, that behavior is so beneath you, Pickett.”

You snicker and slide off of the dining chair and to the floor so you’re sitting next to Newt on one hip, with both of your legs folded on top of each other. The magizoologist flushes bright red from the tips of his ears to his chest when you settle next to him, despite you maintaining a respectable distance between the two of you. He’s glad you’re too occupied with mesmerizing Pickett to notice his current state—The little creature had shied away from you when you first moved closer, but now he’s watching in fascination as you conjure flowers about the size of the pads of Newt’s fingers out of the tip of your wand. Pickett watches them all the way as they shoot up to the ceiling only to gently float back down to the floor. 

“So,” You shoot a baby blue flower across the room, causing Pickett to reel around in search of it, “Does that make you Pickett’s tree?”

Newt whips his head around to look at you with wide, green eyes. “What?” he splutters. You grin at his reaction and unthinkingly magick an array of tiny, yellow flowers to rain around Pickett. The soft petals tickle Newt’s hands when the flowers land in them, and he finds he quite likes the feeling.

“Like I said,” you continue, “bowtruckles live to guard their trees. And if Pickett is always with you…” You fix him with a teasing smile underneath your lashes, “...that makes you his tree.”

Newt gapes at you, jaw moving up and down as he tries in vain to come up with something to respond with. What does one say when a beautiful acquaintance compares you to a tree? He swallows to clear his dry mouth and mumbles: “I suppose it does.”

Your lips spread into a wide smile and you snicker giddily at the baffled expression on the magizoologist’s face. At this point, Pickett has clambered up the lapels of Newt’s white collared shirt so he’s perched on his collarbone. And while you look back at the creature, Newt finds it impossible for him to tear his gaze from you. You twirl your fingers in a “hello” to Pickett, and if his heart wasn’t already melting at that small movement, the way your nose crinkles when you smile warms him completely. Newt’s mouth twitches up once again, and this time a glint of his teeth shines through his smile. 

A breathy laugh escapes from his lips when you raise your wand and resume your flower shower. You look back at him at the sound, smile dropping slightly when you see the way Mr. Scamander is looking at you.

You’ve only known him for a couple of days, but from what you’ve seen, he’s never held a significant amount of eye contact with anyone. He tends to keep his head bowed, raising his eyes only for certain amounts of necessary eye contact. This close, you can see flecks of golden-brown hidden in his forest green eyes, like the first hints of autumn that appear in September. You find yourself searching for every last one of the beautiful imperfections while he maintains stunned eye contact with you. You get to see up close as his eyes soften, beholding you as if for the first time.

Newt’s eyes flick down to your lips briefly before raising back up to yours, and your cheeks flame at the minuscule gesture. You look down at your lap in an attempt to hide your flaming cheeks and notice Newt doing the same out of the corner of your eye. 

“Miss (l/n)?” Newt’s quiet, husky voice penetrates your being, and you stop tapping your knee nervously. You look back up at him through your lashes to let him know you heard him and his eyes falter from his own lap to your eyes and then back again before he smiles bashfully. “Would you like to meet the rest of my creatures?”

A soft, but still shy smile spreads across your face. “I would love to.”

A full-on grin breaks across Newt’s face and he scrambles to his feet, gently guiding Pickett up until he’s perched on his shoulder. Then, he holds out a hand to you, and you smile as you allow him to pull you to your feet. Neither of you are quick to let go of the other’s hand, and you find you quite like the feel of his worked, calloused fingers in yours.

Newt’s the one who lets go first, but it’s only to reach down and flick the locks of his battered case back open. You watch as he pries it open and lets the top end fall to the floor with a thump. He stands back up to his full height and huffs out a breath and you look at him curiously when you feel him look back at you with a subtle smile. “Ready?” he asks.

Your heart flutters, and you feel like the sudden lightness in your chest has the power to lift you off the ground. “Ready.”

~*~

Jacob steps over the Goldstein’s threshold with a relieved groan and holds the door open for Queenie. He scans the living room tiredly, and what he sees has him suddenly much more awake. His jaw drops slightly, but he schools himself enough to say, “Um…Queen?”

“Hm?” Queenie bounces clumsily into the flat after him. She catches Jacob’s shoulder to stop herself from tripping over her own two feet, and her blue eyes widen as she takes in the living room. “Oh, dear.”

“‘Oh dear?’” Jacob parrots, closing the door behind his girlfriend. “What the hell happened in here?” When the two of them and Tina had left two hours before, the Goldstein’s living room was meticulously clean, thanks to the elder of the two sisters. Now, it looks like a meadow exploded. What seems like thousands of flowers lay scattered across the carpet and the furniture, most of them concentrated around Newt’s closed case in the middle of the floor.

Queenie’s careful as she walks further into the room, for some reason doing her best not to step on the tiny blossoms. “We’re lucky Teeny got called in,” she chimes. “I’m sure she wouldn’t be happy to see this.” She snorts softly and then giggles, returning to her examination of the sitting room-turned-field. “I just don’t know why either of ‘em woulda done it.”

Jacob turns around in a slow circle, face still scrunched up comically. “Where the hell are they?”

Queenie squints when she frowns. “I don’t know.” Her eyes flick down to Newt’s case laying inconspicuously in the middle of the carpet. She grins toothily and hums at her epiphany before scurrying over to the case and kneeling in its surrounding flowers. 

“Don’t tell Newt I did this,” she whispers as she points her wand at the case and mutters, “Alohomora.” The locks flip open with a satisfying click, and Jacob walks over to join Queenie in peering down into Newt’s garden shed.

Queenie then proceeds to tip the entire top half of her body over the side of the case so her torso is dangling over the edge and into the other world.

Jacob splutters and grabs hold of the back of her calves just as she starts to slide. “Jesus, Queen, what’re you doin’?” he hisses, keeping his voice down in case Newt is close to the shed.

“Whoops!” is the only explanation she gives. Jacob sighs tiredly.

“There are a lot easier ways to do this, you know. Like climbing down the ladder.”

Queenie ignores him and turns her head to the side, blonde curls swishing into her face as she does. She blows harshly to get them to fall back out of her eyes before stilling once again, blue eyes flicking around the shed as she searches the thoughts of the different creatures in Newt’s tiny world. 

It doesn’t take her long to find the two of you, but one, simple word reigns supreme:

Pretty.

Queenie smiles as the warm feeling you and Newt are taken with fills her up like a balloon. She swings herself back up into the apartment, and Jacob rips his hands off of her legs to avoid being sat on. Yours and Newt’s thoughts die down until all she can feel is Jacob’s confusion and Mrs. Esposito’s frustration because apparently Janey downstairs brought another boy in without permission.

Jacob frowns when he sees the way Queenie is smiling. “What?” he asks. She huffs and shrugs, still smiling, and Jacob raises his eyebrows at her slightly-crazed state. Her bob is now more of a frizzy pom-pom look and she’s practically twitching with excitement as what she just felt whips through her head like a summer storm.

“We best not bother those two for a while,” is her only explanation.

Pickett

Slytherin trio 🐍

Next on the list of Autism Acceptance is Newt Scamander. Special case as he’s like the character I relate to the most but hardest to draw for numerous reasons so here’s a bowtruckle!!

What I love about Newt is Eddie's performance and his personality. Everything to how he walks, his posture, his overall uncomfortableness and natural avoidance of eye contact, for once it felt like I was seeing myself in another character, I felt seen in a new way by Newt Scamander and watching his special interest saving the Wizarding World makes me more comfortable in my own skin and interests. As well as his ease to just be himself, from swinging from lamps to licking the ground, Newt has no trouble being Newt.

And my favourite part really of Newt’s story is introducing Jacob to the case and just how much more natural he seems in that world rather than by other humans. He’s so confident and all into these creatures and his compassion is wonderfully played out.

But the scene I highlighted here is a younger Newt comforting Leta. He’s not doing it by hugging or asking her about the experience. He’s doing it by introducing her into his life and playing his interests into the mix to try to cheer her up. I have read how ASD has a different way to comfort and more naturally want to fix the problem for them or offer them help through actions and not words and I kind of felt this fitted in there.

I commissioned @rielles96 for cover art for my Teddy Lupin fic, Call Me Edward. Look at how cute he is!!! He’s struggling right now in the fic but he’ll be a happier kid soon. Btw that’s his bowtruckle Puck, an OC pet I made for him 🪴

Imagine being the youngest Scamander and helping Newt break Theseus free from the Erkstag

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UDLTTOM WORLDBUILDING RAMBBLE: MAGICAL CREATURES & THEIR GROUP NAMES

(pt. 1, pt. 2. pt.3, pt. 4)

This is a random thought, but you know how there are different words for different groups of animals. Like horses are called herds, whales have pods, wolves have packs, crows have murders, etc.

I think it would be interesting if the same could be said for magical creatures in the Harry Potter lore:

Like a group Thestrals I think should be called a Procession (as in funeral procession) because they’re associated with death and loss and watching someone die.

And a group of Phoenixes should be a Kindling because they’re constantly bursting into flames. 😂

Hippogriffs would be called a Pride because they would accept nothing less.

Thunderbirds should be called Derecho (fast moving wind/thunderstorm that occur often in the Great Plains of North America).

Unicorns should be called a Joust because the singular horn looks like jousting stick and males charge each other during mating season. 😂

Dragons would obviously have to be a Hoard.

A Demiguise would have to be called a Hide because they’re so good at disappearing.

And a Niffler has to be called a Robbery 😂 😂

And Trolls would be called a Cesspool because of their smell (which is rude, but very on brand for Wizards)

Boggarts would be a Terror.

Fwoopers (the bird thats song drives people insane) would be called a Babble. And non-stop babbling drives people crazy!

Crups would be a Scrounge because their scavengers and basically just little hyenas that look like Jack Russell terriers and are just as vicious. (Which puts a horrible spin on the Muggle-hunting with Crups if you know anything about how violent hyenas are.)

Basilisks I don’t think can exist in groups because I feel like the second they’d make eye contact they’d just kill each other. So a group of them would be a Boneyard because of the decomposed skeletons.

Runespoors would be called a Fork because of the 3 heads (i.e. 3 prongs) and how they can predict the future and see where there is a Fork in the road of someone’s life.

A Doxy would be part of a Massacre because they swarm like insects and their venom is deadly to any witch or wizard who gets bitten. And a group of Doxies settling in an area would lead to an entire village being wiped out in a mass killing.

And I know in canon a group of Bowtruckles is called a branch. But I propose that Briar would be a better word because if you mess with their tree, they attack you and try to gouge out your eyes just like briars have thorns that cut anyone who gets too close to the plant.

And Dugbogs would be called a Snare because they are ambush hunters & wizards who get to close will have them clamp around their ankle like a bear trap.

Also, I’m going to add that Ghouls would be a Ruckus because they bang on pipes when things are too quiet a group of them would make so much noise it’d sound like your house was being remodeled.

A Glumbumble is a bee-like insect that produces a honey-like substance which causes people who eat it to be lethargic and low-energy so they would be a Gloom.

A Kneazle would be part of a Jury because of their ability to detect and identify suspicious people.

And Grindylows would be a Gallow because they strangle their prey.

These are the only ones I can come up with on the spot. But I want to think about this and come up with a crazy long list. If anyone has any suggestions feel free to reblog this with them! I’ll probably keep adding to this list as I come up with more.

Trio (with female Harry Potter)

Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore | 2022

•My Botanist•

Newt Scamander x fem!Reader

A/n i will mostly be posting shorts/drabbles/imagines. Whatever you wanna call it. Because sometimes you just need something cutesie to imagine<3

It was another day in Newts case, it was quiet, peaceful even. Only the sounds of numerous creatures playing and the muffled sound of newt murmuring to himself while writing down new discoveries for his book. My little room ~or green house~ was right next to newts. I could hear every rustle, all the whispered conversations he had with Pickett the little bowtruckle in his pocket, and the scribbling of his quill feverishly writing.

One of those whispered conversations was happening right now. I try not to listen in but the walls are so thin.. not necessarily made for privacy. “Yes, yes im aware pick but i- i just don’t know how...” newts says in a hushed tone. I can hear Pickett saying something back but it sound like gibberish. I mentally kick myself for not fully paying attention to newts attempts at teaching me it. “Oh alright. Fine.” I heard him say

You hear shuffling of shoes. scrambling to busy yourself with something you pick up a research book on the plant Mimbulus Mimbletonia and started skimming the pages with your finger. Making sure to look very into the research and not as if you were just ease dropping. Newt slowly comes into view fumbling with his hands looking everywhere but you. “Y/n.. sorry to bother you i just- i uh just wanted to ask you something..” he says face turning pinker by the second. Your face softens at his awkward stance at the door way of the little green house. “Oh course Newt anything.” You say softly, closing your book. “Well its just..this new species is well new and i wasn’t quite sure if it was poisonous or not..” Newt trailed off looking in your eyes for short bursts then looking at his hands. “newt! Did it bite you?” You burst out, walking towards him looking for any sign of a bite wound. “I- well she did.. um just a little nip on my shoulder.. she was scared y/n. She’s harmless really- she just isn’t used to anyone handling her-“ he rambles defending the poor creature. “Newt, Love I understand. Im more worried about the bite. Come sit down and let me see.” Newt blushed at the endearment that slip out. You usher him to a stool. then walking to the other side of the room grabbing different vials of leaves and plant extracts in hope of easing the pain Newt surely is in. Newt obeys and slowly sits down.

He awkwardly sits staring at you pull out different things from your small cabinet. He can’t believe how beautiful you are just doing the simplest of things. On your tippy toes fumbling for vials, your hair going wild around the back of your head. I should lower that cabinet for her newt thinks to himself while he just sits there not knowing quite what to do. “ aha! Okay this should do it.” You say walking back to newt. Newt snaps his head away from you blushing red as you interrupted his thoughts that he shouldn’t even be having. “Newt..?” You say once your directly in front of him tilting your head. “Hm? Yes?” He looks up at you. “Newt the bite. Where? your gonna have to let me see it so I can help.” Your cheeks dust slightly pink. “Oh! Yes- sorry of course.” Newt says quickly his cheeks getting redder if thats even possible. With shaky fingers he slowly unbuttons his vest and shrugs it off then goes to unbutton his white undershirt. You snap your head away embarrassed of your stare on him, you go to grab another stool and pull it in front of him. “Okay which shoulder..?” You reach out to him. He had his shirt unbuttoned but not off. He pointed to his right shoulder without saying anything looking down at his lap. Hesitantly you push aside the shirt from his right shoulder and gasped. He had two big puncture wounds and his freckled skin around it was angry red. You brush your finger on his collar bone just below the bite. Newt tenses a bit and looks up at you. You lift your finger and met his eyes. This is when he would usually look away but he held your eyes, not seeming to be able to look away.

Then squeaking was heard from newts vest that he had discarded. You coughed and looked down to your lap. “Yes Pickett im alright y/n can fix it right up.” Newt reassured the little bowtruckle. You let out a breathy laugh and go to work on mashing different leafs together. Newt again was caught up in watching you work. He always admired your love for plants and how to use them to help others around you. This was not the first time you’ve helped him heal a wound he had gotten but usually they were on his forearms and hands. Newt had never been so immodest around you before and it was making him squirm. You finished your paste and looked back to him with a smile. “ this should only burn for a second then all pain should be gone.” You put your hand on the opposite side of his neck for stability while you applied the paste. Newt couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. Newt had never been this close to you before. He smelled your floral scent you always had from being in the green house so much he took in every detail of your face, every beauty mark, your faint smile lines and the pink that was making its way into your cheeks once again. “Alright all done!” You smiled sweetly pulling away from him. “Thank you y/n” newt said in a tone you couldn’t quite decipher. You stopped your movements and looked at him again. “Newt you can always come to me. Always.” You say softly. There was silence for a bit making you shift slightly on your stool. Newts mouth parted slightly. Glancing quickly at your lips. “Y/n your very beautiful..” he say softly staring into your eyes. Your eyes widened at his words and he finally seemed to realize what he said and started to panic. “ i mean-i just- im sorry i should go-“ he jumped up and fumbled for his vest. You jumped up as well. “No! Newt” you grabbed his forearm and turned him around. Before he could say anything you cupped his cheeks and pulled him down to meet your lips. He froze. You took that as your queue to pull away. You lifted your lips away slightly and looked up at him. Newt just stared at you in awe. You wanted to kiss him again so bad. “Newt. Kiss me? Please?” You asked him looking into his eyes. Newt let out a shaky breath and slowly put his hands around your waist. And yours around his neck lightly playing with his hair. He lets out a breathy laugh. “Am I dreaming y/n?” He smiles. You smile back and lean up on your tippy toes, nose lightly touching his. “Would you like me to pinch you for good measure?” You tease raising your thumb and pointer finger up for him to see. He laughs. “I think that gives me my answer.” He whispers leaning down to finally attach his lips to mine.

A/N

FIRST WRITING round of applause please👏🏻👏🏻 this might not be the best but I’ll get better! If you have any requests for any characters let me know ill make a post of characters I write for shortly! <3 mwah mwah thanks for reading;)

Ellaby 🌱

Y’all Pickett has tiny glasses 🤭🥹

I want prints of barnaby’s bowtruckle paintings they look so goofy but so cute

It beats me how Cato and Abia as friends are so sweet! 🥺 He loves Care of Magical Creatures! They're both in the class one day working with a bowtruckle, and the little guy jumps from her hand into poor Cato's hair, tickling him! He's giggling and says "Perhaps the leaves and twigs are getting old for you mate?" 😂

That’s such a cute scenario! 😭😭💖

But it seems that Cato and the bowtruckle have become one

(Yes, they named it Bowie 😌👍)

It sure seems to like Cato. Doesn’t want to get off for even a second

Very angy face

Don’t think they’ll ever forget this in their future years 👌

(Also just wanna say I don’t know how to draw male bodies so I tried my best 😭)

Imagine being Newt's devoted assistant of eight years and one hundred sixty four days

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It's my birthday and my friends sharing these Newtina fanarts for birthday's gift 🥺❤

(The second picture is Niffler Taurus because my birthday is on May 11th, aka Taurus xD))