“Newt, you’re too good to me,” you whispered, feeling ridiculous for wanting to cry. He released your hand and brought his own back down into his lap, shifting in his chair and looking very flustered when he looked back up at you. You squeezed his hand really lightly to get his focus, “Newt.”
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I can’t miss a moment, you see, I have to study you until I know all you’re little quirks like the back of my hand.” Newts eyes had drifted onto a patch of table around halfway through, unable to hold your gaze. Sometimes the sunlight will cross different crevices of your face, sometimes your eyes are darker than usual, sometimes a strand of hair falls loose, a-and sometimes you’re smile is so wonderfully mesmerizing that I must always…watch. “So y-you see, when I study my creatures, I am always discovering more of their hidden wonders, as I am with you. He looked back up, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. “Erm, well, you are the most fascinatingly charming girl I h-have ever had the pleasure of coming upon,” he began, his cheeks reddening at once. “What? Oh, oh, yes, right,” he sighed, putting his hand back in yours. “Newt, you’re doing it again,” you giggled, when he’d gotten distracted and removed his hand to draw patterns all over your palms. He strung his fingers between yours, his eyes looking over your hands for a good while. Newt brought his eyes down, his hand coming up gently to rest in yours, his fingers intertwining with the most cautious ease. “Go on,” you encouraged, stretching your hand across the table. “Well, you see, with you - okay, but - you’re very, well-” New continuously tripped over his words as he fumbled to piece together his thoughts. Newt’s glimmering eyes crinkled, “well, that’s different.” You shrugged, giving a small grin, “you’re always staring at me, too.”
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This split his lips into a wide grin, and he gently set his quill down before giving his full attention to you. “I can’t focus when you’re devouring me with those eyes.” You sat across the table from him, head in palm as you examined him, “because you’re very nice to stare at, Newt.” “Why are you staring at me?” he asked, his head still bent into his leather notebook, his white feather quill tight in his hand. Then his lips twitched ever so noticeably, and you could make out the little dimples of his curious smile. He reached for his steaming mug of tea, letting the curls of steam crawl over his face before taking a careful sip. A golden beam of sunlight twinkled across his button nose, rosy cheeks, and brilliant blue-green eyes. When he focused, these little crinkles appeared from the furrow of his eyebrows, and he would chew his lower lip whilst deep in thought. He sat at the polished oak table, his right leg shaking as he focused, his honey colored locks sprawled across his forehead. Newt Scamander was an absolute work of art, and simply studying his features helped you relax, so you did. Kisses and lots of FLUFF! <3(gif not mine, creds to owner) Desc: Newt is unable to grasp why you would ever find fascination in observing him, which is followed by a heartfelt moment, and admittance of love.
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