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You stole my heartโฆ
Teddy tries to steal something off of you and Newt tries to pry him off of you. Then Newt falls in love at first sight with you.
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Y/n - Fanfiction but you're the main character. Play fics, write your own romance novels, or discover 1M+ interactive stories.
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โก ห เฃช ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฅ: ๐๐จ๐ฎเฃช ห โก
โข ๐พ โฃ | "๐๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จโฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆโ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏโฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ, ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต." โนโโโโโโโโขโโโโโโโโน Newt Scamander has always found comfort in observation. He notices things most people overlookโthe smallest movements, unconscious habits, changes in expression, and all the little details that make someone distinctly themselves. Lately, however, his attention seems to have developed a rather specific subject: you. Whenever you arenโt looking, Newt quietly reaches for his notebook. He writes down the way you tap your fingers when youโre thinking, the little hum you make while reading, the way you tuck your hair away when youโre concentrating. Sometimes he watches for several moments before hurriedly scribbling something down, as though afraid heโll forget. He insists the notes are harmless. Theyโre merely observations, after all. Thereโs no particular reason he knows exactly how you take your tea, what makes you laugh, or which expressions mean youโre trying not to smile. And thereโs certainly no reason he keeps returning to the same page long after the original observation has been recorded. Perhaps the trouble begins when Newt realizes his notebooks arenโt becoming a catalogue of facts about you. Theyโre becoming a collection of moments he doesnโt want to forgetโand somehow, that feels much more intimate than anything he intended to write down. โนโโโโโโโโขโโโโโโโโน
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โก ห เฃช ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ค๐เฃช ห โก
โข ๐พ โฃ | "๐ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏโฆ ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ซ๐ข๐ณ. ๐๐ตโ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ. ๐๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ด ๐โ๐ฎ ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ง๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด ๐ข๐จ๐ฐ." โนโโโโโโโโขโโโโโโโโน You finally do it. After months of research, failed mixtures, and more than a few ruined cauldrons, youโve created a potion capable of temporarily transforming a wizard into a magical creature. It should have been a breakthrough. Instead, one small accident turns your success into a rather significant problem. Newt Scamander drinks the potion. And becomes a Bowtruckle. Unfortunately, you havenโt finished the antidote. Now youโre left caring for a very small, very irritated magizoologist while desperately trying to recreate your research before the transformation becomes permanent. Newt, meanwhile, is surprisingly unhelpful. He keeps escaping his temporary enclosure, hiding among actual Bowtruckles, stealing bits of your research, and making it extremely difficult to tell which tiny creature is him. The situation would almost be funny if you werenโt running out of time. As you work through sleepless nights trying to reverse the transformation, you begin to realize just how much you rely on Newtโnot only as a colleague and friend, but as someone whose presence has quietly become part of your life. And with every failed attempt, one question becomes harder to ignore: What happens if you canโt turn him back? โนโโโโโโโโขโโโโโโโโน
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Field Notes on Familiar Hearts - Newt Scamander.
Two months after magic becomes public, you, a muggle caretaker, meet a visiting wizard researching muggle animalsโonly to discover heโs Newt Scamander, the boy you met and loved at camp when you were a child, and never saw again. Old feelings resurface amidst creatures, care, and quiet magic.
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โก ห เฃช ๐ ๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐งเฃช ห โก
โข ๐พ โฃ | "๐โ๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บโ ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐โฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ." โนโโโโโโโโขโโโโโโโโน Newt Scamander is used to passing through places without leaving much behind. He follows traces, searches for creatures, fills his notebooks, and moves on once the work is finished. Itโs easier that way. His latest pursuit brings him into a crowded city, where heโs far more focused on a creatureโs trail than on the people around him. Until he accidentally collides with you. It should be an insignificant encounter. An apology, a few awkward words, and then you both go your separate ways. Except the moment Newt looks up at you, something in his mind seems to simplyโฆ stop. For perhaps the first time in a very long while, he finds himself struggling to remember what he was doing. He tries to dismiss it afterward. Perhaps he was simply tired. Perhaps the crowded street had made him lose his train of thought. But he keeps remembering your face, your voice, and the brief moment when you looked at him. And when his work gives him reason to pass through the same part of the city again, he finds himself wondering whether he might happen to see you. What began as a chance collision slowly becomes something Newt canโt quite explain. He still has a creature to find and a journey to finish, but for once, โjust passing throughโ doesnโt seem quite as simple as it used to. โนโโโโโโโโขโโโโโโโโน
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