Welcome to my Fantastic Beasts one-shot collection!

Creatures great and small, friendship, pretty much anything related to Fantastic Beasts that is not over 1 chapter will be here. (Unless it is already published in a separate story, or if it is Newtina, in which case it will be in my other collection, "A Copy In Person".

Enjoy!


Pickett had not seen that coming.

One moment, he was happily watching the world from his wizard's shoulder, and the next- "Daddy, can I hold him? Please?" "I suppose so, if you're very, very careful. He won't mind, will you, Pickett?"- and the little bowtruckle found himself grasped very, very carefully in two uncomfortably small hands.

Pickett squeaked in protest, but his human (the traitor!) was actually smiling. "It's all right, Pickett, she's not going to hurt you." Pickett huffed angrily.

The little girl that still held him sounded worried. "He doesn't like me, Daddy."

"Nonsense, sweetheart, of course he does. Now, Pickett-" The tiny green creature pretended not to hear. "Pickett, you behave yourself, understand?"

Pickett wiggled out of the child's grasp, fully aware of the warning. If the bowtruckle was going to be stuck with this human, he wouldn't let himself be suffocated in the girl's hands. Quickly but cautiously, Pickett climbed up to her shoulder.

She giggled, and he almost fell, entwining his long fingers in her hair to keep his balance. "Oh!" Pickett froze at her cry, slightly scared. But she laughed again to his relief, reaching up to untangle the bowtruckle.

Pickett for a moment forgot about Newt as the girl held him again in her hands, not gripping firmly as before, but laying her palm flat so he could stand. Pickett looked at her, fidgeting his thin green legs. Her finger slowly stroked his leaflike head.

Newt had never done this before.

Pickett liked it.

How many minutes had passed since the girl had first taken him, Pickett didn't know. He hadn't been away from Newt for this long in years, and… he didn't mind?

Suddenly, Pickett worried he'd been away from his wizard too long. He twisted around to look again for Newt's face, which was grinning, and held his arms out to go back.

Newt reclaimed the bowtruckle immediately, still smiling. Pickett relaxed, but for some reason, his eyes were still locked on the girl, and hers on his.

Pickett hoisted himself back up to Newt's shoulder, wondering if it would be such a bad thing to have two humans.