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Child of the street

Newt Scamander x (child; witch) reader

requested by: @newtscamanderimagines (again so sorry it took so long)          

Word count: 1569                                        

Summary: Your parents were tired of you and kicked out. Luckily Newt found you before you could freeze to death by an extremely cold winter in England.   

Warnings: Mention of parents kicking child (you) out

It is winter in England and that means its freezing outside So, everyone is mostly inside tucked into blankets with hot chocolate in their hands. Everyone except for you. Well, you probably would have done the same thing if you could. The problem is just that you don’t have a home. Your parents didn’t want you and kicked you out at the age of seven. At some point someone called the police, and they took you to an orphanage. You lived there for a few months but most of the kids there made fun out of you because your parents didn’t want you. The teachers weren’t nice either. So, at some point you ran away. Since then, you lived on the road and hid from everyone in case they would take you back to the orphanage.

 Now you are sitting under a bridge holding your dirty coat, that definitely wasn’t made for this temperature and in addition to that it has many holes and you have long grown out of it, trying to bring some warmth back in your cold body. You would have a new one if you wouldn’t have given all your collected money to a homeless guy with an adorable dog. Your shivering right hand puts a dirty strand of (h/c) hair behind your ear.

“Hello? “, calls a to you unknown voice softly, which makes you jump. Slightly turning around you saw a man with brown hair. Definitely older than you with hazel eyes standing tall next to you and looking confused but softly at you. “Oh, um. I- I didn’t want to startle you. I’m sorry.”, he stutters out looking awkwardly at the ground. You debate if you should run away or not. On one hand he could call the police but on the other hand he looks really friendly maybe he would help you. After a moment you finally stutter a quite “H-hey.”. The man didn’t expect you to answer anymore and nearly walked away again thinking you don’t want to talk with him. So, he shortly looks up but directly looks at the ground again. “I’m Newt. May I ask what your name is?”

“(Y/N).”

He takes one closer look eyeing especially your coat. You shudder at the weight of his gaze. He takes off his own and offers it to you. “Here, you must be freezing.” You look confused up at him. “But t-then you’ll be cold,” you state quietly. “I have another one in my case. Please take it you’ll freeze to death,” you hesitantly reach out and take the coat wrapping it around you. You sigh as you feel the warmth of his coat. “Thank you,” you smile up at him and Newt smiles back down at you.

“Y-you don’t have a home, do you?” you look down and said sadly “I- uhm,” you take a deep breath before answering, ”No,”

Newt comes up beside you and points to the ground next to you. “May I?” he asks.

You only nod and he sits down next to you. You begin to play with the end of your coat as you always do when you’re nervous. “Where are your parents?” You shrug. It isn’t a lie you have no idea where your house is and if your parents are still living there.

“Are you lost. Maybe your parents are already searching for you. I could help you find them.” he tries to find out why a child at such a young age is alone on the street. You get tears in your eyes at the memory of your parents but only shake your head. “Can I help you in any way?” he asks after some time of silence. You think about it. Never in the three years you lived on the street someone cared as much as he does for you, so maybe he would take you in. He definitely saw how underweight and cold you are maybe he got enough sympathy to not just bring you back to the orphanage.

“Please, can you take me with you?”  you answer quiet and quickly, and he almost didn’t get your question.

“What? I-I don’t know, (Y/N). I’m not sure if that’s the best idea- “

“Please, Newt. I promise I’ll clean or cook, or both just please take me with you. Please.” you beg him and look at him with teary eyes.

“Fine.” he says sighing giving in your pleadings. “Really?”, you ask hopefully.

“Really.”, he confirms smiling. You practically jumped up with Newt’s long coat still hanging over your shoulders at which he laughed slightly.

“Well then, come along.”, he gestures to the direction of his home.

Along the way you both get to know each other better.

“Here it is.”, he announces as he opens the door.

Your mouth hangs open in surprise at the size of his home. As you step inside you are greeted with four baby Niffler running up your legs trying to steal any shimmering thing you possess. “Pumpernickel, Pumpkin, Pistachio, Persimmon!”, Newt warns with an authoritarian voice, “that is not how we threat guests!”. That however doesn’t stop the four and they dig into your pockets and stole every shimmering object and leave as fast as they came. “Sorry about that. They’ll bring this in their nest so we can fish that out later. Although you must get used to that if you really want to live here.”, he apologizes with a slight smirk.

 You lived there with Newt for quite some time now and he taught you about many creatures that he had.

“Who is this?”, you asked after you caught a little green stick like creature looking out of Newts chest pocket. He looks to his pocket and carefully pulled it out. “That’s Pickett. He is a bowtruckle. Normally they live on trees and are nearly impossible to spot if they don’t show themselves voluntarily.”, Newt explains as the little bowtruckle shyly stands on his palm.

“And why isn’t he on a tree then?”, you ask as Pickett eyes you. “Well, he was ill and needed a little body warmth to get better but now he doesn’t want to go back to his tree in fear the other bowtruckles would judge him. I tried everything that comes to my mind, but nothing worked.”, he goes on. After Newt finished his explanation Pickett walks to the fingertips of Newts hand and held out his arms motioning, he wants to you. “Hold out your hand.”, Newt commands. When you do, he let Pickett walk over to you. Pickett waits for a moment before he snuggles up into your hand. “He likes you.”, he states with a little proud smile. He looks at your confused expression and laughs at that. Truth to be told you don’t know much about physical affection. You haven’t really experienced it before, not from anyone may it be human or creature. That’s what got you confused you didn’t really know that people or creatures show physical affection to show that they like someone.

As he laughs and you only look more confused than before he tries to find a moment where he had heard you laugh but there was none. Sure, he had seen you smile and your eyes light up when you met a new creature and it liked you, but he never saw or heard you laugh before. He frowns, which makes you slightly worried.

“What’s wrong, Newt?”

“Why do you never laugh?”

“What do you mean?”

“In all the time I’ve never seen or heard you laugh. Why is that?”

“I don’t know.”, you look how Pickett makes his way over your arm to your shoulder,

“Maybe I just hadn’t had something to laugh about.”, you answer playfully.

“Oh, I’ll give you something to laugh about.”, he responds just as playful as you were. Suddenly he tackles you down to the floor and attacks your sides making you squeal in surprise, but that sound quickly drowns as you begin to laugh uncontrollably. “Please, Newt stop.”, you beg while still laughing. But of course, he doesn’t stop just yet. He loves the sound of you laughing. He loves that he could make his daughter happy. You have grown him to his heart, and he doesn’t want to let you go.

“Please, Newt. I can’t breathe.”, you try again. However, this time he stops. He looks at you as you take deep breaths to calm yourself.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”, you question.

“M-may I adopt you?”, he blurts out, which makes you freeze in shock.

“Wha- what?”

“I want to adopt you. I want to wake you up every morning teach you about the new creatures and I want to be by your side when you leave for Hogwarts. I want to be a father for you. That is if you will let me.”

You jump into his arms trying not to hurt Pickett, who is still standing on your shoulder, now grabbing a strand of your hair to not fall off of it.

“I couldn’t imagine a better father!”, you exclaim excited and happy at the same time. It is now here in the arms of your father that you understand physical affection and that it is something you want to experience many more times from now on.