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Prompt (a): Newt and reader are brewing amortentia together...

Rated: PG

By pumpkinjuice18 

A/N: I copied two imagines since they were quite short, but both are about amortentia, so...

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Ashwinder eggs.

Rose thorns.

Peppermint.

Powdered Moonstone.

Pearl Dust.

You read the ingrediants over three times before you were absolutely certain you were looking at it properly.

"Newt why are we making Amortentia? Isnt that dangerous?"

"Well its only dangerous if we were in love right?" he said matter of factly.

"Right." You said half-heartedly.

"Well that being cleared up why don't I go look after the creatures well you work on that." You said gesturing to the pot of boiling pearl sheen liquid. You could tell it was almost done and you knew what that would mean for you if he caught you in there.

"Alright." Newt shrugged as he held the door open for you.

You grabbed the buckets of meat he'd chopped up and began distributing it to the carnivores when you realised you didn't grab the bucket of ladybugs for the bowtruckles. You bitterly walked back to the shack praying the potion wouldn't be done. You got to the door and paused. If you walked in Newt would know your feelings for him for sure. You weren't sure you were ready for that since he clearly stated he didn't love you.

You called to Newt from outside the shack. He didn't answer. You became nervous as you called again. One more time and still nothing. You ran into the hut as you began to panic.

You saw Newt leaning over the potion, it began producing smoke. First a beautiful red, then a pink then finally a green. Newt reached out to touch it and you slammed the lid on. He angrily looked at you and tore it off chucking it off in some direction and before you could charm another one the scent hit you. It was decadent and intoxicating. First it was rain, then it was leather, followed by a soothing cedar. It was too much to handle as you looked at Newt, he snapped out of it and charmed the lid back on, sealing it in and moving the potion off of the fire.

Everything came crashing down and your sense of euphoria left you instantly. You sank to the ground in un explainable tears. You were angry that he sealed and dismissed it as if he couldn't tell you were enjoying it. He always did that, teased you of the slightest possibility and then snatched it away. He crouched down beside you, though given his height he was still the same height as if you yourself were standing. He towered over you. He took your face in his hands and ran a thumb gently over your lip.

"What.......what did you smell (y/n)?

You looked away blushing and quickly spat out "Fresh rain, Leather and Cedar." You said bitterly.

You knew as soon as the words left your lips you were done. He was smart. He would know it was him. He chuckled slightly.

"You think this is funny Scamander?" you spat.

"It will be for you once the effects of the potion ware off. I smelled apples and lilies and grass......"

You bit your lip.

"Its funny because that's how you smell, and you smelled how I smelled.

"So how is it funny?" you said hurt.

"It's funny because I love you but I never would have guessed you'd loved me too. The only reason I'm even making this potion is because the ministry wants us to breed more Graphorns, it seems they found two more in Canada."

He held you close and kissed your cheek. "I'm sorry if I offended you (y/n) it wasn't my intention."

You leaned into his chest and laced your fingers with his. "I'll let you off this time Scamander, but only because you're intoxicating right now."

"So are you." He smiled as he leaned down and kissed you softly.

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Prompt (b): Similar to (a), Newt and Reader are brewing Amortentia together...

Rated: PG

By ofnifflersandkings

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When Newt first saw you, sitting by your lonesome in the library with towers of books surrounding you, he would have never been able to guess how open of a person you were.

Not long after your first proper meeting in the library a few weeks ago, Newt knew almost everything about you.

One of the most shocking things that came with finally being able to talk to you, was how open you were to letting him enter your world. There was never a moment whenever he was with you where he felt like he was bothering you or going on about a certain topic for too long. No matter what he was going on about you were there with ready ears.

Mere days after he met you he felt like he could write whole books about you as a person, whatever question he had you answered without hesitation. And in return he was precisely the same way.

Newt had lost count of the amount of times the two of you sat in the library or up in the astronomy tower spending hours talking about every which topic under the sun.

He soon found himself being happier whenever he was in your presence, all of his smaller insecurities seemed far away whenever he spoke to you.

Newt had never really experienced this sort of thing before, throughout most of his childhood and still now no one was really interested in him. He was always too talkative and rambled on too much to make any real friends. But you accepted him without a moments hesitation.

Newt had never really told you how much that meant to him since his feelings were always far too tricky for him to bring it up, but he hoped to make up for it anyways.

"Here take this one as well." You said, handing him another book from the shelves.

The two of you were paired up for a Potions assignment together, something he was rather pleased with since you were something of an expert when it came to crafting potions.

Over the years the two of you had mapped out the whole library and which books were where, though he would admit he only really remembered the magizoology and herbology sections.

So he followed you around and held the books as you read through a small list you had made.

"And this should be the last." You said with a happy sigh as you plucked it from the lower shelves. "Shall we find a table?" You asked him, turning to meet his gaze.

Newt nodded, sheepishly avoiding your eyes since he still found himself fumbling whenever you gave him direct eye contact and he'd rather not drop the books.

So you the two of you started pouring off the encyclopedia of potions trying to figure out which one to brew for your project.

"How about Amortentia?" You said from your slumped position on the table, you had the book infront of while your arms rested against the table. "It's complicated sure, but the two of us can surely figure out and we ask professor Kettleburn for help with the ingredients."

Newt, who had spent the last five minutes staring aimlessly at the pages infront of him, the names bleeding together in a continuous line. Upon hearing you address him his eyes rose to meet yours and he nodded involuntarily. "Yes, sounds good." He said half mindedly since he wasn't quite sure what you had said.

"Great, I'll collect all the stuff from Kettleburn and then you can meet me in the potions room after classes." You said, snapping the book shut and collecting a small pile to put away while he covered the rest.

Leave it to Newt to completely tune out the whole love potion part out of your grand plan. Because the next day he was a little more than surprised to see the ingredients for the strongest known love potion in the world sitting on the table.

"Read out the instructions to me, then I can take care of the rest." You said, grabbing a mortar and pestle from one of the cabinets.

Newt nodded, doing as he was told, even though he felt bad for not being more help. Though as time went on he saw you clearly enjoying yourself and let it slide just this once.

"And voila!" You said triumphantly as you finished the last of the potion, feeling confident in it's quality. "Now tell me what you smell." You said, preparing to take notes

Newt looked surprised at your request. "Sorry?"

"Lean over the cauldron and tell the aroma it gives off, then I'll do the same." You deadpanned.

He hesitated before leaning over in his chair so he could look into the purplish liquid. "I-I smell....vanilla and caramel, burnt wax and..." Newt momentarily looked up at you, only to find you more occupied with your notes. "And uh, ginger." He said with a cough.

"Pleasant." You mused, handing the parchment over to him and taking your turn with the amormentia.

"So, what do you smell?" He asked while fidgeting with his quill.

"Fresh bread, cedar wood..." You pulled back from the cauldron for a second. "It's strange but it smells like a lot of different herbs and wool?"

The two of your gazes met briefly before you both turned away from each other, occupying yourselves as Newt wrote down your findings as you quickly dunked a vile into liquid and placed the cork on top.

"I'll turn this into Kettleburn then." You said with a flushed face as you quickly hopped down from your stool, waving your wand and quickly leaving as things began putting themselves away.

Newt watched you walk away, the blush still bright on his face as he thought on how you both described the other before ducking his head down and quickly finishing up the notes so he could go lay down.

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A/N

Posted two times today, because I felt bad about not posting for a prolonged period of time.