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The Desert

This is an ask that I’ve had in my messages for FAR TOO long...but here it finally is! It’s a rough continuation of this fic.

“please part two part two of your 66 - that's something a Griffindor would do where newt and the reader are in the desert? please?” @izadorablog

Word Count: 1312

Uncharted Desert, Turkey (3:53 pm)

“This creature is called a Dunswiller…” Newt lectures as you two walk, swaying awkwardly as you make your way through the desert.

“They’re not dangerous at all, or so I’ve heard. Dunswillers are generally found in the eastern deserts, about...yay big?”. You look up from your notebook to watch as he brings his hand up to the crease of his bow tie.

“So not too intimidating of a fellow...even though they are said to resemble Kneazles very closely, which are far more deadly. They’re not incredibly fond of the sand, it’s too coarse for their sensitive paws...anyway! The Dunswiller should look more sleek anyway, like an Indian tiger…” You stare blankly back at Newt, realizing how absolutely lost you were listening to his voice.

It wasn’t until recently that you realized you were in love with your partner. You remember wanting to hit yourself for letting your guard down so easily, and now, it’s interfered with your work.

Like, for example, when the baby Nifflers escaped and ran loose in the apartment. Instead of helping him chase them down, you were too distracted watching Newt run around the house like a mad man over some baby creatures. It was absolutely adorable. He then brought down the chandelier moments later.

Not to mention the time that Newt was trying to feed the Erumpent, and you were so entertained by Newt’s foolish dance, you accidentally kicked over a bucket, sending the beast into a frenzy and almost tearing apart the enclosure. You had to apologize profusely for having to make Newt calm it down all over again.

And now, here he was, adorably rambling on about some important information while you were just thinking about how his hair reflected the light like an angel.  

“Are you getting all of this Y/N? Y-you’re not writing any of it down.” You’re reluctantly brought back to reality.

“Huh? Oh, yes! I was just waiting for you to finish your description so I could produce a rough...pre-sketch!”

Newt’s eyes flickered down to your blank notepad, then back up to you.

“I finished my description about 30 seconds ago…you’ve been staring at me without saying a word. Is everything alright, are you feeling well?” his eyebrows furrow with concern, and he brings a hand up to your forehead to check your temperature.

“I feel fine...it must be the heat” you chuckle, removing his hand from your face.

You lingered as you let it go.

“Well hopefully we won’t be here too much longer. I plan on getting a quick look at the beast for your sketch, test a couple reactions to the plants I bought, then we can go back to Ankara”

“Good plan” you give him a meek ‘thumbs up’, turning away shortly after to curse yourself for such a lame action.

Some time later, after Newt had dropped a few more ‘fun facts’ about the Dunswiller, he suddenly stops, halting you in your tracks.

“Shhh...I think I can hear it.” You stop and open your ears, listening for any kind of sound at all. You couldn’t hear a thing.

“It’s here somewhere...it must be in the sand” With that, Newt leaps to the ground, pressing his ear against the sand. “It usually tries to camouflage itself underneath a thin layer of sand...which is why it’s been able to live in peace from hunters for so many years.”

Again, you heard silence. Although, Newt looked so funny with his rear stuck in the air and face in the sand that you ought to let it go on for just a few more minutes.

You were about to lift him up by the suspenders when all of a sudden, a sand dune in the distance caught your eye. It was...moving?

Newt seemed to notice it too, because he immediately threw off his jacket and equipped a large cucumber-looking plant, raising it like a weapon. “Y/N, get your notebook out...I’m going to try to lure it here with this zucchini”  

“Aye aye!” you ready your notebook and quill, making sure to stay absolutely still.

Newt carefully approached the sand dune, making shushing noises in order to not scare the creature. Once he was close enough, he slowly removed his wand, whispering the words “Revelio”.

That was when things sprung into action.

Once the sand was lifted, what must’ve been a creature twice the size of Newt leaped into the air, filling the air with a screech so loud you had to toss your notebook to the floor to shield your ears.

Whatever that thing was...it was no fuzzy Dubswiller. This, was a Chimaera. The beast was massive, with a lion’s body, a goat’s head arising from its back, and a snake at the end of its tail. You’ve only ever heard of these creatures in stories

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, it lunged for Newt, gnashing its teeth threateningly and pinning him to the floor.

“Newt!” you scream, but he was too busy protecting his face from the large, sharp teeth of the Chimaera. You had to get its attention away from Newt...but how?

Your eyes fell to Newt’s discarded jacket, a few more vegetables spilling from the pocket. 

You don’t know why, you don’t think you’ll ever know why, but you grab one of the zucchinis, and break into a sprint.

“This is such a bad idea!” You yell as some pathetic battle cry. Then, you collect all of your focus and strength, and you launch it at the beast as hard as you can.

To your surprise, you land an perfect hit, effectively bringing the beast’s attention away from Newt.

And now...on you.

“Shit”

“Y/N THE CASE!” Newt screams with full alarm in his voice. You spare a glance at the boy on the ground, whose entire whole face is riddled with panic, before you whip your head around. Where is that stupid case?!

Finally, you spotted it. It lay about 20 feet away from where you stood, you could make it if you ran.

If you ran like hell, at least.

The footsteps of the beast get louder in your ear as you break into a run. Once you approach the case, you fall to your knees, fiddling with the latches with shaking hands.

“Cmon...cmon!”

“Y/N WATCH OUT!” and then, magically, the case clicked open.

You whip around, holding it straight out in front of you to catch the chaimera. The beast was warped into the case, shrinking as it squeezed through its opening. 

Once the beast was finally captured, Newt scrambled to you, shutting the case and closing the latches.

You stare at Newt with wide eyes. Both of you looked a mess, faces covered in sand, sweat, and fear.

It could’ve been the adrenaline, high emotion, or mix of both, but when you opened your mouth to speak, Newt pulled you close, silencing you with a desperate kiss.

You were frozen at first, but eventually, you loosened up and began to kiss him back.

It was like fireworks had gone off in your head. You had imagined your first kiss many times, but none of your fantasies compared to Newt, hair a mess, and buttons undone, holding your face and kissing you over his case of magical creatures.

He eventually pulled away, and you panicked for a moment he might try to take it back.

“Newt I-”

“You saved me…” he trails off, eyes flickering to and from your lips.

“Well” You let out a sigh of relief. “Then it looks like you owe me one.”

“(Y/N)-” But you cut him off before he can say another word, gripping his shoulders and pulling him back into another kiss.

You lie with Newt in the sand and try not to think about the brush with death you experienced only moments ago.

Sure,  the mission was officially a failure.

But you couldn’t be happier with how things ended.

There it is! It was pretty tough since action isn’t really my strong suit. Hope you enjoyed! What should I work on next?

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To All the Wizards I’ve Loved Before

A little “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before AU” nobody asked for...enjoy! (Should I continue with a part 2???)

You hated crushes. You were convinced they were evil, made to make you feel powerless...incredibly smitten for someone who you barely even knew. You wanted nothing to do with them, which wasn’t a problem since you kept to yourself most of the time, not willing to let anyone in for that exact evil. Besides, you didn’t need anyone else. You had your sisters with you. They were all you needed, nobody else. Because letting people in means getting yourself hurt. Always.

Besides, it’s easy not letting people in. Easier than you’d think. You stayed alone in your room a majority of the time. Occasionally, you’d step foot in the library, even the courtyard when you were feeling a little adventurous. So what if people thought you were weird? So what if they thought you were a freak? It didn’t matter. You shouldn’t care how people feel anyway...you don’t! You were happy by yourself.

Of course, until one idiot snuck his way into your life, totally without permission by the way. Enter Davey Carrington. Talented, wonderful, kind, and perfect in every way. He wasn’t the only one who saw you sitting by yourself at the back of the classroom, but he was the only one who made the effort to sit next to you. Sure it took a minute to warm up to him, but you became quick best friends, spending every minute of every day with each other. He made you feel wanted, which just made you want him more.

But like all crushes, for you, they never end well.   

Your oldest sister was always top of her class, prefect of your house. She was extroverted, beautiful, talented...so of course she attracted some phenomenal people. With Davey and her, it was love at first sight. All of a sudden, they were spending every night together, all their time. And you were alone again, with all this love and nowhere to put it.

That night, you grabbed a quill and paper, and began writing a letter. A letter to Davey, where you wrote everything you wish you’d said and every secret you wish you’d told. You confessed everything, sealed it tight, and locked it in a box, never to be seen or read by anyone.

After Davey, writing letters like these became a habit of yours. Every time you developed a crush, you’d write to them, and just lock it in a box with the others.

There were five letters in total: Newt Scamander, the mysterious beast boy, Noah from potions class, James who lived in the neighborhood, Tom from the first day, and Davey, your sister’s boyfriend. Nobody else knows about them.

Thus, things continued in its natural order. Your sister continued to date Davey, and you continued to stick to yourself.

Until one day, everything changed.

You were making your way across the courtyard when you heard him.

“Y/N? Y/N L/N?” You almost didn’t recognize the voice from behind you, but then your heart swelled with a sense of realization. You stopped in your tracks, boots shuffling to a stop. You pivoted to face him.

“Yes?” you answered. Newt was looking at you. Or... at least he was trying to look at you. Instead, his gaze was slightly downcast. You furrowed your brows.

“Did you need something? I’m kind of on my way to class”

“Yes, this will be very quick. You see I’m flattered about what you…” he held up something that looked an awful lot like your letters in his hand, but there was no way it could actually be.

There was no way...no way…

Oh my god. 

“...about what you wrote about me in this letter. Truly, but I just-”

“Oh my god!” You interrupted, practically running over to Newt and snatching the letter out of his hands.

“Where did you get this?” Your voice was laced in agony and desperation.

Newt looked taken aback, mouth agape as if trying to find the words to say.

“It...it was addressed to me, did you not send this?”

“No!” you wailed, bringing your hands to cover your face in embarrassment. You couldn’t even imagine how red it must be now.

“Oh my god I can’t believe they got out…ok, listen.” You attempted to compose yourself, even though you wanted nothing more than to spontaneously combust on the spot.

“This-” you waved the letter in the air, gripping it even tighter.

“-was written a long long time ago. I don’t feel that way about you Newt, not anymore...I have absolutely no idea how it even got to you in the first place.” your voice dripped with shame, turning your head away so you didn’t have to look that the boy’s wide eyes.

Which, of course, was another mistake.

Of course, Davey Carrington himself was walking toward you, getting closer with every panicked thought that crossed your mind.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me”

Which meant you had to do something. Quick.

Without even thinking, (and you were definitely not thinking), you hurl yourself at Newt.

You close the distance between you two, dramatically sending you to the floor, your lips locked in a forced kiss. Newt was, to be expected, completely stunned. He lay completely frozen on the floor while you continued to kiss him.

Then, what felt like an eternity later, you pulled your face off the poor boy, and looked back to see the spot where Davey was standing completely empty. You sighed in relief and rolled off of Newt with a thud, breathing for the first time since you saw the letter.

“I…” You heard Newt start. Then, the weight in your chest was back.

“Oh my god” you must’ve said for the third time, shutting your eyes. “I can’t believe I just did that...I am so sorry” You quickly stood up, gathering your things that had fallen on the ground after attacking the Hufflepuff boy, and bolted.

“Y/N wait!” He shouted behind you, but it was too late. You were already inside, around the corner, and as far down the hallway as your feet could carry you.

When you felt like you were far enough from the scene, you turned a corner and collapsed onto the ground, keeping yourself from launching into a full blown panic attack.

What happened? Who found your letters? Why did you just assault Newt Scamander?

And what is going on?!

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Thanks for reading! Should I continue with this AU???

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The Masterlist

An organized little post of my Newt Scamander related one-shots! Will update as we go along :)))

Series:

“I will put you back together”- 1

{COMPLETE} “Leta”- 1 & 2 & 3 

“Support Me”- 1 & 2a

One-Shots:

“Whatever you do, don’t forget about me” (angst)-(x)

“Take my bed, the couch can’t be comfortable” (fluff)-(x)

“I’ll catch you, I promise” (Hogwarts AU)-(x)

“I’ve never been to London before” “Well, I’ll take you” (fluff-ish)-(x)

“It’s just bonkers beautiful up here” “Can I kiss you now?” (fluff)-(x)

“Are you jealous?” (fluff-ish)-(x)

“That’s something a Gryffindor would do” (adventure)-(x)

“Bites and Washington Heights” (uhhh…??)-(x)

“Don’t hurt her” (angst)-(x)

“Your big night” (so much fluff you might die)-(x)

“Happy Thanksgiving” (sad fluff)-(x)

“Baby” (fluffffff)-(x)

“Tipsy” (exactly what the title says ‘fluff’)-(x)

“We’ll figure this out”-(Panicked fluff)-(x)

“Perfect”-(Holiday fluff)-(x)

Misc.

Request Prompts-(x)

[beastsandfantasticthings]

I love a little bit of angst with fluffy ending. Could we maybe get some overly gentlemanly Newt who is trying to protect the Reader's virtue? (Not that it is quite needed, Reader can protect herself just fine, but she appriciates the gesture nontheless.)

Your wish is my command ;) 

Word Count: 988

You walked down the halls on your way to potions, your scarf fluttering behind you in the brick wind. You knew you would be in trouble with the professor if you were late again, and you really weren’t in the mood for another lecture, so you clutched your bag tighter to your front, and quickened your pace.

There was no way you could’ve seen it coming, as you were completely distracted by the fear of expulsion, but one minute you were on your two feet, and the next, you were face planting on the hard sidewalk.

Heavy, irritatingly obnoxious laughter filled the air, and you knew exactly who its owner was.

“What the hell Min?” You whine. A tall, scrawny boy with jet black hair stood above you, looking down on you with an annoying smug grin. Just wait until you slap it off his face.

“Blaming me again, (Y/L/N)? Maybe you should learn how to use those two feet of yours properly.”

“I don’t have time to deal with your idiocy, I’m late for class” you attempt to get up, but instead, Min lunges for your bag, snapping the strap and ripping it clean off your body. Your face flushes with anger.

“Can’t go anywhere without your things can you? What’s even in here?” He rummages through your things.

“is this…a love letter?” He pulls out a tattered piece of paper, an unfinished message written on it. You were on your feet now, ready to attack.

“Give it back you dunce, stop being a child!”

“Is this for that strange Hufflepuff boy? You truly are as desperate as I thought”

“I said give it back, I’m warning you.”

You blindly lunge for the boy, arms stretched in front of you ready to grab the bag.

Or claw his eyes out.

But you don’t get that far, because Min swings the bag as hard as he possibly can towards you, the textbook inside colliding with your head and sending you to the ground again.

Min smiled triumphantly, although there was obvious guilt behind his eyes, not meaning to have hit you so hard.

You tried blinking rapidly to regain your vision, ears ringing so loudly you could’ve been at the top of the bell tower if you didn’t know better.

When you pushed yourself off the ground, you expected to meet the eyes of that snake.

But instead, your gaze was met by a pair of much warmer, much friendlier eyes. His expression not dangerous, but kind.

Newt now stood over you, hands hovering by your head, as if he was afraid you’d break if he came closer.

He didn’t look vengeful, but concerned.

Well, then he looked vengeful.

“What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!” Newt growls, turning away from you in a fury. He now stood up straight and rigid.

“Going after an innocent girl who’s done no wrong to you and beating her until she bled?” Min took a single step backward, but his face didn’t change.

“You’re an idiot if you think she’s innocent”

“I don’t b-bloody care!” Newt couldn’t bring himself to meet Min’s eyes, for he had never been very good at confrontation, but he couldn’t just let him get away without saying anything.

He had hurt you, he had hit you. How could he do nothing?

“Now, if you’d please leave us…before I tell the headmaster.” Newt said sternly and confidently. You were impressed, and quite honestly, a little charmed.

Min gave a worried glance behind him, a pair of professors chatting a few yards away, obviously not paying attention. He turned back to Newt and glared.

“Whatever you freak. Don’t expect this to be over” and with that, Min was gone, leaving the bag lying on the ground in a heap.

“What a senseless bastard, I’ll rip his head off!” Your fury explodes, sitting up quickly, only to be hit by a wave of vertigo and falling backwards again.

“Woah, woah, woah, (Y/N) lie back down…you’re bleeding from the head, love” Newt lunged to catch you, gripping your shoulders and laying you down into his lap.

“I don’t care. Concussed or not, I’ll pop his head off.” you shake your fist, earning a small chuckle from your boyfriend.

“You do have quite the desire for justice, do you?” He raises an eyebrow, eyes averting from you.

Your look down to your cradled body and frown, pushing Newt off of you, slumping onto the floor again.

“I didn’t need your help, Newt. I can take care of scrawny losers like him any day. I was just…simply off my guard.”

“I didn’t step in because I didn’t think you couldn’t handle yourself…I stepped in because, well, you’re my girlfriend. I couldn’t just let him hurt you.” You smile, shaking your head fondly.

“Oh Newt…still as cheesy and chivalrous as always. Now, help me get up so I can go to the infirmary.” Newt nods curtly, offering his hand and wrapping an arm around your back.

“I didn’t really want to go to potions anyway, I’m honestly glad I was assaulted.” You blink through another wave of dizziness.

“Don’t say that” Newt says, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I didn’t mean it. Can you grab my bag for me?”

Newt, very cautious to leave your side, scooped your tattered bag off the floor. His eyes darted to the lone letter on the ground.

“What’s this?” Your heart drops.

“It’s a work in progress…don’t read it!” Newt returns to your side, snaking his arm around you for support, bringing you closer than he really needs to.

“Is this..for me?” There’s a solid few seconds of silence.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“No.” Newt lets out an airy laugh, hanging his head.

“Well, darling…” he presses a kiss to your cheek, making your cheeks flush.

“I can’t wait to read it.”

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“Support Me” Part 2b

Welp. Y’all wanted the hardcore angst, so I delivered.

I guess this is my little mini present to you after being so inactive…SORRY

Word count: 832 (I didn’t wanna kill ya)

Warning: HEAVY ANGST LIKE SO MUCH ANGST 

Links to Part 1 & Part 2a

The air was colder that night.

Newt didn’t quite know why.

You had been missing for four months. The letters from the ministry kept coming, but they all said the same thing. He had read the first one a thousand times, then the second one a hundred. When the 50th and the 51st came in, he read the first line, then threw them in the fire.

He thinks about that day sometimes.

No, all the time. He thinks about the way you strode out the door with the wind on your back. Did you even look back before you walked out? He couldn’t remember. He hates himself for not being able to remember.

He wonders if you think about him too. He wonders if you’re having fun in America. Of course you aren’t, but what if you were? What if everything was alright and you had just run away to the Bahamas to clear your mind? What if you were on your way back right now?

What if, what if, what if.

Another day goes by, and what if.

Another hour goes by, and what if.

Another second.

Another moment.

Another letter.

He sees it come through the mail slot, like most ministry documents are delivered. In the most casual and careless way possible.

He usually puts them aside, not being able to get past the address without breaking into a fit of sobs.

But he had to open it. He had to open all of them.

He expected the first words to read what they always did. A far too formal greeting, then an apology for lack of information to his/her loved one or family worker.

But there was no print, this was written in a fine handwriting he could spot from a mile away.

Rufus Scrimgeor had written him a personal letter.

Dear Mister Scamander,

I would like to report that the squadron of aurors on duty in America are no longer missing. However, I regret to inform you that there had not been a single survivor. Not even the most talented of our team could handle the great dark force haunting the states. We are at a great loss, but none as big as I imagine yours is, sir. I am very sorry I have to be the one to deliver the news, of Miss (Y/L/N)’s death…I personally felt I should write this letter myself, for I feel at a blame for this unimaginable loss. I saw potential in this fine young woman at such a young age. I was selfish, I should not have acted so rash for such a young soul. Now she is no longer with us, and I cannot help but feel responsible. She will be awarded the highest of honors at the funeral, which I will pay for entirely myself. Her legacy will not be forgotten. (Y/N) shall live on in the minds and hearts of those who loved her, and live in the hopes and dreams of everyone who hears her story. We are with you, Mister Scamander. We will make this right.

Sincerely,

Rufus Scrimgeor

Newt felt nothing, he didn’t have time to register anything before the letter slipped between his fingers, hitting the wooden floor with an audible clatter.

Your death…you had died. You had left, and you hadn’t returned.

You will never return.

He felt his knees hit the ground, and broke into a hysteria of sobbing and gasping.

No. No, no, no, no, this couldn’t be happening.

“No, no, NO” He cried, shaking hands fumbling for the discarded parchment.

“No, no you can’t be gone, you couldn’t have left me! (Y/N)…(Y/N) I love you, I need you to come back! I’m sorry, I never should have let you go, I never should have said those things! Just…please…” he shouted angrily at the letter, begging it to somehow resurrect you.

But the more he shouted, the more he felt himself lose his grip on the situation.

He closed his fist around the letter, lifting it to the best of his abilities with his trembling hands.

Newt couldn’t help the tears. They were cascading down his cheeks like a faucet that wouldn’t stop.

He would have to plan your funeral. He would have to call your parents. He could only imagine the sound of your mother’s screams as he told her the news. Would he even be able to say it?

He still can’t really believe it.

He will never get to hold you ever again. If he longed for you back in his arms before, he definitely felt it now more than ever. He will never feel the warmth of your hand interlaced in his. He will never wake up to your weary smile next him, your legs tangled together in the sheets. He will never know the heat of your lips pressed against his every again.

So that was why the air was colder tonight.

Newt finally knew why.

THIS CONCLUDES “SUPPORT ME”

tbh I don’t think I have it in my to write any more hardcore angsty stuff like this took a lot out of me

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“Little Did I Know”

HELLO I AM BACK!!!

After a long *long* hiatus, I have finally recollected my inspiration and I am back in time to celebrate our favorite *Academy Award Winning* movie with my man Mr. Scamander!

AU: Hogwarts (bcuz I’m trash for a school AU)

Word Count: 1333 (sorry kiddos I had a lot to write)

Warnings: So sweet you might get diabetes (also contains a timeline jump)

Without fuuuuurther ado!

You stuffed your potions paperwork back into your briefcase, brushing your bangs out of your eyes and recollecting your thoughts. There was no clock in the Hufflepuff common room, but you didn’t need one to know it was late. Much later than a third year like yourself should be staying up. Yet here you were. And you know what could make you feel a hell of a lot better now? That fluffy brown hair. Those freckles and that wide goofy grin. You could listen to that boy all day. You could...

No, you willed your thoughts to halt, and clapped your hands down on the desk.

“No…” you swiftly pulled out the next set of paperwork, banishing any thoughts that weren’t related to polyjuice potions and proper cauldron cleaning.

You would often get on Newt for forgetting to clean his cauldron. He, of course, would assure you there was nothing to be worried about.

And it would blow up in his face every time. Quite literally.

You smiled fondly.

“Sporting a grin I see, may I ask why?” you hear that all too familiar voice call.

“Newt” you yelp in surprise, the papers you were holding were suddenly airborne.

“That’s me. May I ask, what are you still doing awake?” his puppy dog eyes squinted in concern. “It’s well past midnight”

“Is it? Why I haven’t even finished studying! This is all your fault anyway, for keeping  me up with those fascinating drawings of yours” You giggled in an attempt to wipe the worry off his face, but somehow your hysteria seemed to frighten him even more.

What? It’s not like you were drun-

“(Y/N) we have a big potions test tomorrow, the time for cramming has come and past.”

“You see Mister Scamander, there will always be a time for cramming” His smile widened, causing your’s too as well. Damn, this boy’s charisma was infectious.

“While I find our debates quite amusing, I’m afraid your well being must come first. Now go to sleep” He began to bend over and pick the discarded potions papers off the floor, most of which were either blank or covered in red marks. He studied one of your papers closely, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched. You couldn’t help but stare at how his eyes always maintained its light, even at God-knows-when at night.

“Why have you never asked me for help? (Y/N), we’re in this class together, how did I not know you were struggling?” Your attention was suddenly turned to the crisp paper in his hands, dread filling every crevice in your body.

“Oh my God I’m going to fail…” the realization dawned on you.

“Oh my God oh my God I’m going to stay at Hogwarts ‘till I’m thirty” you gathered your hair in your fists, staring off into nowhere in particular. “Newt I’m going to throw myself off the Astronomy tower.”

He suddenly rushed over to you, sensing your panic, and wrapped his warm hands around your wrists, trying to whisper any words of comfort. But you refused to meet his gaze.

“No, (Y/N), you’re not going to fail. It’s only one exam, you’re going to be fine. We are going to graduate and travel the world together. You, me, and who knows what else?! Maybe we’ll find a Niffler, how cool would that be? (Y/N) Look at me” You smile fondly at your best friend’s words, and turned your head in his direction easily.

“Maybe tomorrow won’t go so brilliantly, but I promise you will get a perfect score on the next exam. We will study for hours, just you and me, how does that sound? All you need is rest. Can you do that for me?” Your eyes wander down to Newt’s hands, still entrapping your wrists in the gentlest of grips.

“You always know what to say, Newt”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Now, I would carry you to your bed but I’m afraid that involves trespassing to places with cooties.” You let out a soft ‘pffft’  and ruffle his curly hair, making his freckled cheeks blush in embarrassment.

“Alright alright, only if you get to sleep too. That reminds me...why were you up Mr. Scamander at such an ungodly hour?” He pauses.

“I was...thinking” he admits, tilting his head to the side like a dog.

“About what?”

“About things. The future, our future, really.” Your sleep deprived mind was suddenly picked with curiosity.

“Our future? Tell me Newt, what lies in our future?” There was that grin again, and he ducked his head to hide his teeth.

“All the places we would visit. I was thinking we could start with Japan. I heard Occamies are native to the land, but I doubt we’d be able to find any.”

“Nonsense” you replied, your mind in a bit of a haze.

“I bet we’ll find a whole family with your luck! I can’t wait.”

“Yes, all of that is waiting for us if you go to sleep and not fail third year potions.” He then leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead, making your entire face heat up.

“You’re an asshole” you tease, attempting to swipe at him, but he was already up and out of the way.

“Goodnight (Y/N)” he called once again before disappearing up the staircase, leaving you with nothing but a dreamy feeling and a blush as red as a lobster.

You did end up lugging yourself to your bed half an hour later, instantly falling asleep as your head hit the pillow.

And you dreamed…

And you dreamed about Japan.

And you dreamed about Newt.

-Four Years Later-

“Newt! Come on we’re going to miss the train!” You called to your boyfriend as he scurried down the platform, his ridiculous blue coat and Hufflepuff scarf flapping in the wind.

“I’m coming! I’m coming don’t leave without me!” He finally caught up to you and the luggage, sweat visibly forming under his curly brown bangs.

You couldn’t help the smile widening across your face.

“And he crosses the finish line with two minutes to spare!” you exclaim, lifting his arm in the air in a display of victory.

“Stop that, people are looking” he blushed as he pulled his arm back down, looking around at the many pairs of eyes resting on the two of you.

“Oh that’s probably because of your ridiculous blue coat. I begged you not to buy that, you’re going to stick out of Japan like a sore thumb” you thumb the sleeve of his new woolen garb. He then proceeded to pout and rub his arm self consciously.

“I thought it looked dashing”

You reach for his shoulders and raise yourself onto your toes, planting a small kiss on his cheek.

“Of course you look dashing, I was only teasing. Besides, you’ll match the Occamies”

He scoffed, averting his eyes from you to the newly arrived train, a blush forming around his freckles.

“I doubt we’ll find any.”

“Nonsense, I bet we’ll even find an entire family with your luck!” His eyes suddenly brightened with a sense of recognition.

“Well that sounds familiar. Didn’t you say that to me four years ago when you were cramming like mad for a portions test?” You nod, blushing like an idiot.

Oh, you remember that night.

“Yes, I recall you gave me a kiss that night and gushed about our future.”

“Something like that…” he trailed off, staring off into the distance like he was remembering something. Your placed your hand under his chin, tilting his face down to meet your gaze, and you smiled so wide your eyes crinkled at the sides.

“I remember you said we would go to Japan together. Little did you know ‘together’ meant more that you thought”

“Little did I know…” he repeated, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t describe with anything but love.

“Now come on love, we have a train to catch”

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Do you like Dan and Phil or were you just using the gif

I LIVE AND BREATHE DAN AND PHIL

So I guess you could say I enjoy their content

(P.S. I’ve been waiting to use that gif for a while cuz dan is my man)

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Hi there! If it's alright with you, how many requests do you have at the moment? I love you work by the way! ❤️

I don’t know how many exactly I have but my inbox is currently at 263 😬 (including general messages and requests for part 2s to stuff)So….I have a lot of stuff to go through! Haha..I’ll try my best to go through the requests over the break. There are some requests that I get that conveniently line up with my inspiration (so I do those first) and there are some that I’ve been keeping on the back burner (metamorphmagus!reader or obscure!reader) because I reallllllly want to do them, just later.

So sorry if I seem a little slow on the requests, but I do read all of them and I definitely want to write them for you, just patience my Lovelies ;)

(Keep sending them in though, I love to see what you all come up with!)

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The Masterlist

An organized little post of my Newt Scamander related one-shots! Will update as we go along :)))

Series:

“I will put you back together”- 1

{COMPLETE} “Leta”- 1 & 2 & 3 

“Support Me”- 1 & 2a

One-Shots:

“Whatever you do, don’t forget about me” (angst)-(x)

“Take my bed, the couch can’t be comfortable” (fluff)-(x)

“I’ll catch you, I promise” (Hogwarts AU)-(x)

“I’ve never been to London before” “Well, I’ll take you” (fluff-ish)-(x)

“It’s just bonkers beautiful up here” “Can I kiss you now?” (fluff)-(x)

“Are you jealous?” (fluff-ish)-(x)

“That’s something a Gryffindor would do” (adventure)-(x)

“Bites and Washington Heights” (uhhh…??)-(x)

“Don’t hurt her” (angst)-(x)

“Your big night” (so much fluff you might die)-(x)

“Happy Thanksgiving” (sad fluff)-(x)

“Baby” (fluffffff)-(x)

“Tipsy” (exactly what the title says ‘fluff’)-(x)

“We’ll figure this out”-(Panicked fluff)-(x)

“Perfect”-(Holiday fluff)-(x)

Misc.

Request Prompts-(x)

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❤️THANKS FOR 6K❤️

NEVER IN MY WILDEST DREAMS DID I THINK IT WOULD GET SO HUGE WHEN I STARTED I LITERALLY ONLY EXPECTED LIKE 200 MAX

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I’M FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW

ALL I CAN SAY IS THANK YOU YOU ALL ARE AMAZING AND IM SO GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF YOU

THANK YOU TIMES 6000

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Gryffindor Headcanons (kinda)

Lots of you have asked for headcanons, and I’m 100% sure I didn’t do this right, but I tried something new and that counts for something! (actually its just a fanfic written in a list oops)

Ironically they weren’t any faster to write but whatcanyado

Newt had fancied you ever since he first saw you on the train, so he was completely heartbroken when you two were sorted into different houses.

He saw you in between classes everyday, but could never work up the courage to walk up to you and say hello. He usually kept to himself and hoped things would just work out, and waited for fate to do its thing.

And funny enough, it would.

He found out you were caught sneaking around after hours, so you were sent to detention in the forbidden forest. News travels fast, so Newt traveled fast (sorry)

It was a struggle to get detention, as he was a widely ignored kid, but he was eventually able to do it. (I’ll leave that up to your imagination)

He realized he had no idea what to do once you got there, given there were four other kids in the forest with you.

However, destiny was on his side when you were all separated, leaving you two in the forest together.

If it was possible, things got even more awkward and uncomfortable. And just as he was about to give up, a miracle in the form of a giant troll came plowing into you two.

He thought now would be an amazing time to show off his skills and save you. As he approached the troll, he was flung to the side like a fly and hit his head on the tree. So much for Hufflepuff power.

When he regained consciousness, you were standing over him, furiously checking to see if he was alright. He realized you had taken down the beast all by yourself, and he was left completely embarrassed.

But for some reason, your friendship flourished after that. It wasn’t exactly how he thought it would go, but it was still nice.

You two were inseparable for years, and with that his affection only grew.

You’re on the Quidditch team (of course) and he came to every game. He loved to support you even if you were playing against his own house.

You would take a lot of hits on the field, and he flinched every time as if he felt the pain himself. He kept watching though.

One day you took a bludger to the head, and woke up in the Hospital wing with none other than Newt by your side.

At first he was overwhelmed with relief that you were alive, then began to scold you and that you needed to be more careful. He had warned you that you would get hurt if you pushed yourself too hard, which did happen. You’ve heard this lecture a hundred times and you pretended to be annoyed with him. But instead, you were flattered he cared about you.

He brought you the daily homework and did it with you by your bedside.

You complained that the Hospital food was ‘rubbish’, so he snuck some dinner from the great hall so you could eat together.

“You don’t have to spend all your time with me, you should go” he didn't even let you finish, before he replied with a “not a chance”

You tried to rush your recovery. You wanted to be back on your broom in time to play Slytherin, and Newt knew this. He kept an eye on you, always at your side as if you were about to fall over. It should infuriate you, but for some reason you feel your face begin to heat up.

You wanted to get back at him for being so protective, so on the way to class you pretended to fall, clutching your injury and dramatically groaning in pain. As expected, he flipped out.

He offered to skip class to take you back to the Hospital Wing, panicking the whole time, and you can’t help but giggle uncontrollably.

He was furious that you made him worry, and his nostrils began to flare in anger and frustration.

“That wasn't funny, I thought you were hurt!” “Why do you care?” you reply, teasing the blushing boy. “Because I don’t want you to be hurt” “And why is that?”

“Because I love you!” Silence fell over both of you, and if it was possible, he began to blush even darker.

He began to backpedal, stumbling over his words and staring at his shoes in shame.

“I-I didn't mean to scare you. You were hurt-or you weren't-and you made me scared and I-”

You leaned in and planted a little kiss on his cheek, silencing him and making his eyes widen. You bite your lip, and stare cheekily into his eyes.

“I love you too” 

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My request box is always open! In fact here (http://beastsandfantasticthings.tumblr.com/post/153432547505/request-prompts) is my list of prompts just in case you didn’t know I had them! Hit me up w a number or an idea and I will gladly hit you up 👍

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If you're comfortable with it, prompt 1 where the reader was previously in an abusive relationship but Newt helps them to learn to trust people again?

1: “I will never, ever, hurt you”

WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE AND VERY SAD THINGS

I did this instead of my calc homework for you guys, so enjoy ;) (but not too much)

[Also I’m trying out different writing styles, so here’s a very different one.]

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You stared back at your reflection in the mirror, but you didn’t look at your eyes. You didn’t dare. Instead, you counted the spaces where bruises use to be. First as normal flesh, then to black and blue, then a sickly yellow, and then back to a normal flesh. But they never disappeared. You looked at the dark bags under your eyes. You knew they were just from your nightmares. Those weren’t actual bruises, and they couldn’t hurt you. He couldn’t hurt you.

That didn’t stop you from waking up every morning to check.

Every morning you woke up to count the bruises, never forgetting where each and every one had been placed.

Every morning you woke up extremely paranoid that nothing between last year and now had been real.

Every morning you woke up in fear that Newt wasn’t waiting for you in your bed, but your old boyfriend, ready to beat you senseless for even dreaming of someone like Newt to come and save you.

You touched your eye again, waiting to recoil from the sudden pain. But it didn’t come.

You had to keep telling yourself that the bruises couldn’t hurt you, because they weren’t there. But it was hard. It was too hard to suddenly not be terrified of every decision you made, or every step you took. Around him, you couldn’t be yourself, so you had forgotten who that even was. Of course it wasn’t going to be easy to get that back, so you had to do this every morning.

But every morning it just got harder.

You tried to look yourself in the eye, but you were afraid you would see the girl you were a year ago. So you didn’t.

You just kept staring back at your reflection in the mirror, but you didn’t look at your eyes.

You didn’t dare.

“(Y/N)” a groggy voice called from the bedroom. You had left a crack in the bathroom door, just so you had a little bit of Newt to keep yourself calm. He was calling you, go to him.

“I’m alright, I’m coming back to bed” you reply automatically, more like a machine than a girl.

But you didn’t move.

Then, you heard the bed springs squeak under the sudden shift of weight, and the floorboards creak under his feet.

You should really get that fixed.

“What’s the matter?” you saw him appear out of the corner of your eye, but your eyes were focused on yourself in the mirror. Not the eyes.

“I’m thinking” you replied, not quite lying.

“About?” his reply was almost instantaneous. You had upset him, he would be furious with you for keeping the truth, anyone would.

You should’ve known better, you shouldn’t think for yourself. You should be punished.

“Nothing. I’m sorry” you said quickly, and your eyes immediately fell from your reflection, and surprisingly enough, into the sink. How appropriate.

He immediately shifted off of the door frame, sympathy evident in his eyes.

“Don’t apologize, what’s going on?”

“I need to…I-” Your voice cracked, and the rest of your sentence died in your throat. You felt tears start to well up in your eyes, terrifying you even more.

What was happening to you? You were doing so well?

He can’t hurt you, Newt won’t hurt you. Then why were you shaking?

Repeat after me, he can’t hurt you.

“…can’t hurt me” you recited out loud, causing Newt to rush over to you and take your hands, but your gaze was still fixated on the sink.

Can’t hurt you…can’t hurt you…

“Can’t hurt me”

“(Y/N) what’s going on y-you’re scaring me”

Tears began to cascade down your cheeks, but you weren’t sobbing. There were no choking sounds and no gasping for breath, just an emotionless waterfall of tears, making their way onto the tiled floor.

You didn’t say anything else, you just let the tears fall.

You felt like you were shattering, like all the progress you had just made was for nothing, absolutely nothing.

You almost forgot Newt was standing in front of you, rubbing your hands furiously and begging you to look at him. You gave your attention back to your new boyfriend, your poor naive boyfriend who didn’t have a single idea about any of this.

It almost made you smile, the fact that there are lives without those memories, the fact that some will never have to stare at themselves in the mirror for hours to assure themselves that they’re safe.

“(Y/N) please look at me. Who can’t hurt you? Are you in danger?”

You couldn’t answer, you could barely move.

“(Y/N)…you’re not telling me something here…but I promise, whoever is haunting you, or whoever you think is endangering you, I will protect you, or at least I’ll try. You don’t have to be afraid, and you have to know that I will never, ever hurt you.” He was stumbling over his words, trying to say anything that will get you to see him.

He’s right, listen to him.

“Never hurt me” you said, barely above a whisper.

“Right, r-right I will never hurt you. Now, please, will you look at me, because I don’t know what to do. I deal better with creatures, we both know that.” he nervously chuckled, and you smiled. That was something your old boyfriend would never say. You felt your hands stop trembling.

He realized that he made you relax, and kept talking.

“Y-yes, have I told you what the Niffler did yesterday? Got out of his nest and completely destroyed my workshop. Swooping Evils were everywhere, it was a catastrophe.”

You didn’t understand why, but your heart rate slowed.

“And the murtlap decided he wanted to join in on this party we had going on, so he tried to get into the spice cabinet, everything was a mess by that point, but I’m just getting started.”

You felt the tension leave your body, and you leaned into Newt’s figure.

“Tell me more” you said, causing his heart to skip in excitement.

He continued to tell you more stories of the case, and more tales of his many creatures, and you felt the world fall away.

For some reason, the countless mornings of getting yourself to calm down in the mirror paled in comparison by these small acts of affection from Newt.

He was so strange, so different from your old boyfriend. Newt celebrated being unique, hell, he was the most unique person you had ever met. It made you feel further from yourself last year than ever. Because you had never felt safe like this, and you never thought you would.

So you placed your ear to his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso, feeling it rise and fall from his breathing.

You could keep counting the bruises, and having the nightmares, those wouldn’t go away.

But maybe if you let yourself trust your new boyfriend, and let yourself trust that he won’t let anything bad happen to you, then you might be okay.

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“Perfect”

Sorry for the wait, so while I’m working on some extra angsty stuff (and the series...oops) have some HOLIDAY THEMED FLUFF featuring a muggleborn!reader. Warning: short 

(PS finding a good gif was a #struggle we need more movies for more gifs)

Today was a bit of a special day for both you and Newt. Not only would it be your first Christmas together, but your parents were finally going to come home and meet him, something that both excited and terrified you with each passing day.

You loved Newt with all your heart, and accepted (and cherished) all of his lovely quirks. However, to the public eye, they could come off a bit odd.

For example, while you found verbal communication to his creatures adorable, others found it rather unusual. Or how you found it sweet and loyal when he would spend hours locked away in his case tending to the Occamies, others found it antisocial and off putting.

You prayed your parents would see Newt as you do, but you had a feeling that wouldn't be the case.

Especially given the fact they had never been exposed to anything magical since they sent you off to Hogwarts. Your muggle parents were both a blessing and a curse. Fiercely supportive, yet painfully ignorant.

So you've been busying yourself with decorating the house, desperately trying to keep your mind off the impending catastrophe in less than 48 hours.

You rose to your tippy toes, attempting to lasso the last bit of tinsel around the top of the Christmas tree, only to find you were far too short for such a task. You gave a huff of annoyance and fell back down to your heels.

“Newt, be a dear and help me with this, won’t you?” you turned to search for your boyfriend, but found where he was sitting recently, surprisingly vacant. You knit your eyebrows, stepping away from the half decorated tree.

“Newt?” you called again, this time hearing a painful clanging of pots from the kitchen in response.

Since when had Newt began to cook?

You waltzed out of the living room to inspect the noise, concern growing with each passing second.

Then, another loud crash made you flinch, and you broke into a jog.

“Are you having some trouble, love?” You smiled weakly as you approached the door, only to discover the absolute chaos displayed in the kitchen.

Pots and pans were sprawled out on the floor, the faucet was broken, spraying water everywhere, and everything was coated in a paste of four and a mystery brown substance.

You audibly gasped, catching a glimpse of your boyfriend, back turned to you and powdered head to toe in what seemed to be cake mix.

“Oh my goodness…”

At this, Newt whipped around, his wand in between his teeth (as he usually does in a sticky situation) with a squirming Niffler in his hands.

The wand fell from his mouth as his jaw dropped, reluctantly looking around at the mess he had made.

His eyes locked with yours again, as he began to stutter.

“I-I can explain” your face twisted into an odd expression, but not exactly of discomfort or anger.

To both of your surprise, you began to laugh. The kind that makes you double over and gasp for breath, and the one that brings tears to your eyes as you clutch your abdomen.

“You...look...r-ridiculous!” You manage to say between gasps.

Newt knit eyebrows, trying to decipher as to why you weren't absolutely furious.

“Y-you’re not upset?” You shake your head and tip toe over to him, avoiding the dessert mix littered on the tile.

“You're adorable, but you know you can just use this silly thing called your wand to make the cake” you scoop his sticky wand up off the floor.

“I was actually considering using magic, but since your parents are coming I felt it would be appropriate to do it the muggle way.” He took his wand from you, smiling and twiddling with the tip nervously.

“A-and the Niffler...I'm not so sure how he got out. But as you can see, from my inferior baking skills and this little rascal...things began to go downhill. I thought I could do it, but I've just ruined things haven't I?”

You smile at the sincerity in his voice, then place your hands on his shoulders, staring at his nose and cheeks, suddenly pink from embarrassment.

You place a small kiss on his lips, which appropriately tasted of frosting, and he felt a smile begin to grow.

“You haven't ruined a thing.”

“But what about the cake?” You shrugged, your hands lifting up to his face, cupping his cheeks.

“Eh, so it'll taste a little store bought. That's the REAL muggle way” you couldn't fight the smile tugging onto your own lips, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, getting flour all over your blouse.

“I just wanted it to be perfect for you” you flick away the remaining cake mix stuck to his cheek, admiring how the sugar seemed to effortlessly powder his hair like a coat of snow.

You also admired how much he seemed to care for you, going to extremes just to make you happy, even if it was completely silly. While some would call it foolish, you found it incredibly romantic.

“It already is”

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“Support Me” Part 2a

I’m a little late so...sorry

Anyway, here is the happy (I’m reluctant to call it happy) ending to this fic.

Don’t worry lovelies...hardcore angst is coming ;)

The London air seemed a hundred times cooler that night as Newt sat on the stone sidewalk.

After a couple minutes of recollecting his thoughts, comprehending what had just happened, he went out to find you, only to realize he was too late. He frantically looked around for you, calling your name into the night, but you were already gone.

He clutched his scarf closer to his lips as the wind picked up.

He couldn’t believe he had driven you away. He should have begged you to stay, or to let him come with you, but he didn’t, and he prayed to God it wouldn’t be the biggest mistake of his life.

After what felt like years, his eyelids began to droop, threatening to plunge him into sleep.

So Newt got up off the side of the road and reluctantly walked back into his empty apartment.

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It had been two months. Was that how long you said you would be away? Was it longer? Was it shorter? Were you injured? He couldn’t stop the cascade of terrifying thoughts flood his mind.

He checked his mailbox religiously, hoping you had forgiven him and sent a letter, letting him know you would return early. He waited day after day for any note from you or the ministry, so when one finally came, he was beside himself with anxiety and excitement.

He tore open the familiar red seal, fumbling over his hands to read the smudged writing.

Sir-or-Madam,

We regret to inform you that a report has been received from the Department of Law Enforcement to the effect that Auror (Y/N) (L/N)...

Your name had been written in by some frighteningly unmistakable handwriting.

was posted as “missing in action” on the 1st of December 1931...

He couldn’t read any further. The thin parchment slipped through his fingers, falling silently to the floor.

Missing in action. The three words rang in his ears like thunder.

He fought the tears threatening to pour down his cheeks.

You had been missing for nearly four weeks, and not only did the Ministry wait so long to send him the details, but the details they sent were in a generic and impersonal fashion. The ministry sent this about disposable people. About meaningless people, both of which you were far from.

He felt his world come crashing down.

What if that was the last time he had ever seen you? What was the last thing he had ever said to you? He replayed that argument over and over in his head everyday, deciphering your actions over and over, yet now, he couldn’t place his mind on anything but that damned letter.

He bent down and scooped it up, knees wobbling and hands trembling.

There was another paragraph. inadequately trying to explain that “missing in action” was not necessarily “killed in action,” just rather wounded or possibly held prisoner.

Both of which made Newt’s stomach churn.

What was he suppose to do with this? You were thousands of miles away from him, and he had no idea what condition you were in. Nobody did. Was he suppose to sit and wait for you? Did he really have a choice?

The ministry assured that he would be notified as soon as possible whenever there was news of your activity, but he had a sinking feeling that wouldn’t be the case.

How many times had he waited by the door for news that his brother was safe, and how many times had he gotten this exact same letter? How many times had he waited for a loved one to come home, and how many times would he have to do it again?

He begged himself not to think like that.

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Another two months raged on, though it felt like lifetimes were passing, rather than days.

Minutes didn’t feel appropriate enough to describe the time you’d been gone, so he attempted to create a more appropriate calendar.

You had been away for ten breakdowns.

A hundred sleepless nights.

A thousand tears,

And about a million unheard apologies.

He had gotten a measly three letters since the first, each with more inconclusive information. What was so frightening was how consistent they use to be, one coming week after week. Now, it had been a month, and the mailbox was still empty.

It drove him completely mad.

He couldn’t even bring himself back into work because of his laughably low productivity, so he spent his days in his little blue loveseat, sat so far to the side it was as if he were making room for a person who wasn’t there.

He watched the wall clock strike midnight, mentally ticking off another day since your disappearance, fighting the tears threatening to break away.

When the apartment seemed too unbearably empty, he gathered his blue coat and headed for the door, ready to take another walk down the busy London streets. Maybe he could manipulate the  noises into some kind of company.

He reached for his umbrella and laid a hand on the door handle, eyes glued to the carpet.

When the door finally swung open, he expected his eyes to land on the door mat outside, but instead, they met a scruffy pair of brown boots, trembling and glued to the floor.

He dared to let his eyes drift up the person standing in front of him, until he finally saw your face.

He had almost forgotten what you looked like.

He had almost forgotten how beautiful you were.

Your eyes locked for a moment, a silence hung in the air, part from disbelief, and part of utter shame.

“Newt...I-” you started, expecting him to be heartbroken or furious. You couldn’t finish your apology, because his umbrella clattered to the floor and he hooked his arm around your waist, pulling you into an embrace.

And suddenly, the world fell away. It didn’t even feel like real life.

“I-I shouldn’t have run out on you like that” he focused on the sound of your voice, letting it calm his breathing.

“I’ve been so worried” he managed to say, realizing how hoarse his throat was. When was the last time he had spoken to anyone?

You attempted to pull him back to arm's length, but his muscles froze and held on even tighter. You giggled and lightly stroked his back in return.

“It’s okay, I’m okay Newt!” You were cold and soaked from the rain, but you could still feel the hot tears soak into your shirt.

“Don’t cry...because you know…” your voice began to break as well.

“...you know when you cry, I cry” Newt stayed quiet, not wanting to risk saying anything that would ruin this moment.

He had tried every way to cope with your absence. He indulged into his work with his creatures, he went to drink at the pubs (among other things he wasn’t so proud of), but nothing made him feel the relief and the warmth that this one simple gesture did.

There was no amount of alcohol that could replace your heat.

There was no amount of work that could distract him like you did.

He held you tightly, never wanting to let you go ever again.

Because if he did, he wasn’t so sure he could survive.

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When's the next part of 'support me' going to be posted? ;-;

I am hoping tonight or sometime tomorrow morning at the latest. That reminds me do y'all want the happy ending first, or the sad ending?? If there’s no preference I’ll just surprise you ^-^

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“Support Me”

As promised, I give an angsty fic that’s going to have two different endings. An angst to fluff, then an angst to ANGST.

Link to the request is here

Newt had been hard at work, getting the third draft of his book approved by his editor. Ironically, the very organization that commissioned him to write the book was making it the hardest to get through.

It had been one of the most stressful processes of his life, for more reasons than one.

It was completely crazy that they had rejected his book so many times, requesting changes that he could never agree to. He felt like his work was being picked apart, and the creativity and passion of it was vanishing before his very eyes.

He was surprised he hadn’t lost his sanity a long time ago, but there was one thing grounding him.

You. You had been his anchor ever since he began the project.

He had met you in New York in 1926, full of fire and ambition, and you two fell in love almost immediately. Every moment with you was an adventure, and every feeling was one of excitement, danger, and lust.

So there was a period where the two of you were happy, running around the world together and living in the moment.

But like all moments, they have to end to make room for the next one. For you, what ended the moment was the job opportunity of a lifetime.

You were a powerful witch, everyone knew that. Your talents were like no one he’s ever seen, and so the minute you stepped into London, you were noticed by the one and only Rufus Scrimgeor of the Ministry of Magic. He had given you an outstanding job offer in the Department of Law Enforcement, and while it was an amazing opportunity, it was unspeakably dangerous.

He wanted to be as supportive as possible, but it was just so hard when you would spend late nights in the field,and he was left wondering if you were coming home that night.

He would wait up every time just to make sure you had gotten back okay.

When you finally did come home, you were either nursing some kind of injury, or were completely exhausted.

You often came home after midnight, and Newt waited for you until you were safe and sound inside the apartment. Because of this, he was physically and emotionally tired pretty much all the time, and he feared the illusion of your happy relationship was finally beginning to fade.

And now, he sat hunched over his paperwork, staring at hundreds of angry letters.

He glanced at the wall clock, noticing it was well after midnight. Looked like he would have another restless night.

It was about 1:30 in the morning when he finally heard the key click in the lock.

He looked up and watched you enter the room, dark circles hung under your eyes.

You stopped, staring at your boyfriend who was still buried to his neck in work.

“Good evening” Newt greeted, breaking the silence.

“Are you still working on those forms for the ministry?” you directed your attention to his messy desk.

“Have been since yesterday” he shot you a small smile, and dove back into his work.

You were biting your lip and rubbing your thumbs together, habits you both did when something was eating away at your mind.

You willed your legs to move, but you were locked to the carpet.

Newt looked back up from his work, realizing you hadn’t left your initial position, and dropped his pen.

“Is there something wrong?”

You took a deep breath, and nodded, struggling to keep eye contact. He knit his eyebrows and tried to move closer to you, but you crossed your arms over your chest and took a step back.

“I-I know it hasn’t been very fair to you…with how busy I’ve been with work and all…and you need to know that I feel terrible about it” you started, and Newt looked taken aback.

“You don’t need to apologize to me”

“No…no  I really do. Scrimgeor assigned me to a case in the United States.” he finally locked eyes with you, his mouth slightly agape.

“W-well? Did you take it?” he had a sinking feeling he already knew what the answer was.

“I did” You could hear a pin drop the room was so silent. You were holding your breath, silently begging Newt to say something.

“How long?” his voice was barely above a whisper.

You shrugged and sighed, looking around.

“Could be weeks, maybe months” He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and began to walk backwards away from you.

“Newt! Newt you have to hear me out, I-” you called frantically, trying to stop him, but he turned around abruptly, eyes full of conflict.

“You had no other choice, right? That always seems to be the case. You will lose this once in a lifetime job if you, God forbid, say no to your boss.” Newt felt his adrenaline begin to pump and his voice start to rise, something that was so rare for him.

“Newt, I-”

“You are so mindlessly following the orders of the ministry, that you haven’t stopped to realize that you could be getting yourself seriously hurt! You’re expendable to them, why can’t you see that?” you widened your eyes, and shot back at him.

“Mindlessly following orders? Expendable?! This is my job! I choose to take these missions, how can you not support me?”

“I have supported you since the very beginning, something I can’t about you” the words left his mouth without warning, and immediate regret washed over him. Well…can’t go back now.

You gasped, and took a step back, ready to explode.

“Excuse me? Who moved to London to be with you while you worked on this book, which by the way hasn’t even been published yet! What is all of this?” you stomped over to his area, and picked up one of the several letters littered across his space, and began to read one out loud.

“‘The portions of your book that mention animals are wordy and unorganized, and they are shoe-horned into an evil plot centered around a misunderstood wizard boy.’ Your editor hates you! How are you ever going to get this published?” you crumpled the paper and threw it at his chest.

“I am helping the world, I am keeping dark magic from infecting the world, what are you doing? Some pointless project about some creatures that are completely wasting your time!” You hadn’t realized how loudly you had been yelling until you saw Newt’s face, completely ashamed and horrified.

‘Take it back, take it back’ the voice in your mind was going a million miles a minute.

Newt didn’t quite know what to say, so he bent over and picked up the crumpled letter from the floor.

“This is my passion…my life’s work. If it’s so difficult to balance our careers and this” he motioned between the two of you.

“Well maybe we shouldn’t” you said almost automatically, throwing your hands in the air.

You didn’t mean it, you didn’t want to break up. You didn’t want to leave it like this.

But there was nothing left to say. You were left with the crippling fear you had just lost everything.

“I should probably leave tonight” you said, and he switched his gaze to the floor.

He looked so heartbroken and lost, like everything he had was suddenly turned upside down.

Your face fell. What had you just done? You were unbelievably stressed and exhausted, you didn’t mean any of that.

“Alright then” he continued to stare at his shoes, and didn’t notice you had brushed past him on the way to get your things.

With a quick flick of the wand, you were completely packed with the bare minimum of what you needed, and all too soon, you were back in the living room, ready to say goodbye to your boyfriend.

“Newt…” you called, but his eyes didn’t move.

“I-I’ll see you later” and you were out the door, with a very final click of the lock.

He felt like he was floating above his body. What was he doing? He didn’t want you to leave.

You might not come back, the realization dawned on him.

He wanted to run into the hallway and get you, but he was ashamed to say he didn’t.

He slowly sunk back down into his chair, carefully opening the crumpled letter you had thrown at him not five minutes ago.

He returned to his work, and willed himself to think of anything other than your argument.

He supposed he would just have to wait for you to come back, whenever that would be.

He found himself staring at the door, begging it to open and bring you back into his arms.

But it didn’t, and he was suddenly, entirely alone.