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Fighting Fate - Ch 1

Read Chapter Two

Ship: Sir Nighteye x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst with a happy ending, Mutual Pining, Office Romance

Warnings: Suicide Themes, Slight Sexuality, Yandere if you squint

Word Count: 1.6k

Author’s Note:  I needed to get this out of my head so I can focus on other projects.  This story takes place after Eri’s rescue where nothing bad happened.

Summary: Nighteye’s quirk predicts his assistant will die before the night’s end, but he’s not about to accept fate this time around.

Do not repost.

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Mirai Sasaki was a hero first, man second.  His greatest strength as a hero came not from his precognition, but his control.  A control that, lately, has been slipping.  As a general rule, Sasaki only used his quirk for his hero work.  He only had one shot at it a day, so to waste it on something personal would not only be unprofessional, but could put himself and the people he had sworn to protect at risk should an emergency arise.  And yet, he wanted to use it on you.

Sasaki had no problem with you when you first started as his assistant.  Sure, there were times you needed to be reminded to smile, and his jokes didn't always land with you (which was on you-- his delivery was flawless), but everyone had those days.  Midnight was partially to blame.  Her recent jokes about his tickle torture machine being used for foreplay had been fresh in his mind the first time you needed it to be reminded to smile.  Sasaki had dismissed her comments easily enough.  There was nothing inherently sexual about tickling someone into submission with their hands bound above their head, helpless and vulnerable.  Their hysterical laughter turning into gasps and pants as they struggled for air.  Thighs clamped tightly together as they desperately tried to avoid wetting themselves, begging for release.

Then he put you in those cuffs, saw you writhe against the machine, and he understood.  Seeing you thrash about, pulling against your restraints, your shirt coming untucked from your waistband as you struggled, Sasaki felt... something.  He turned the machine off in a panic the moment he diagnosed what he was feeling.  Kayama was right, and he was a fool.

He hadn't put anyone in the machine since.  He considered taking it down and retiring it all together, but it served as an effective warning that his office would be full of smiles.  Still, he couldn't look at it the same way-- couldn't look at you the same way. He barely looked at you at all, actually.  Each time he did, his mind went to unprofessional places.  He made a point not to treat you any differently from his other employees.  He bought flowers.  Not for you.  For the office. It just happened that the logical place for them was on the front desk-- your desk.  The treats in the break room you liked weren't for you, but for the team.

Technically, Sasaki never instated a rule against dating subordinates.  He managed all of his employees directly, and never thought about any of them romantically, so the thought never occurred to him to implement one.  Asking out his assistant might be legal, but he morally couldn't put you in a position where you might fear for your livelihood.  The right thing to do would have been to get you a job somewhere else, wait until you were settled, and then make a move... but then you'd be so far away.

Sasaki couldn't stay in this limbo between courting and ignoring you forever.  He had a few options.  He could ignore the feelings, keeping you at arms length just to keep in his life.  He could throw all sense of propriety aside and ask you directly, risk losing you completely and forcing him to find a new assistant.  So he decided. If four-o-clock hit and he hadn't used his quirk for the day, he'd use it on you.  If he saw your future together, it was fate, morality and propriety be damned.  If you ended up with someone else, he would be a man step aside.

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You winced at the pounding in your head, forcing yourself to smile despite the pain.  You couldn't let anyone see you frown in Sir Nighteye's Hero Agency.  The last time you did, you were stuck in that HR nightmare of a contraption until you nearly wet yourself in front of Sir Nighteye himself.  You flushed at the memory.  You needed to get out, and this new influx of emails only confirmed it: Job applications, for your position.  He had caught you looking down once and had been acting strangely ever since.  Now you know it's because he had been sneaking around trying to replace you. You double checked Mr. Sasaki's schedule before confirming the interview times for this first batch of applicants.  You should have seen it coming, but it still hurt to have to help pick out your own replacement.  You saw their resumes.  Many of them had a better education and more experience than you.  They'd be a much better fit at the agency.  They probably wouldn't have to pretend to be happy.

You checked the time.  Four-o-clock.  One more hour and you'd be free to go home and cry yourself to sleep.  You paused.  No.  You still had to pick up groceries, reach out to your doctor about these headaches and starting your medication again, and figure out how to respectfully decline this last arranged marriage meeting.  Somehow, you doubted “Sorry, I but I still have a thing for my boss even though he wants to fire me” was going to cut it.  You added 'apply for jobs' to your mental to-do list.

Mr. Sasaki walked in.  You plastered your best smile on your face to greet him.  “Good evening, sir!”  You would play ignorant.  If he wanted to be sneaky, so could you.

“Good evening, [Y/N].  How are you?”

“I'm doing well... Sir?”  He was looking you in the eye for the first time since the tickle incident.  It felt strange somehow. Serious.

He cleared his throat, pulling a business card from the inner pocket of his blazer.  “Make sure to update Edgeshot's contact information before you leave.”

Your fingers brushed against his as you accepted the card.  “Right away, sir.”

He looked in your eyes, and your future played out in his mind like a strip of film: The stranger harassing you on the train ride home, stepping over the candidacy pictures of potential suitors someone slipped under your door, answering a phone call and arguing until you hung up and threw the phone against the wall.  The tears. The bathtub.  And then...

Nothing.

“My office.  Now.”

Icy dread washed over you as he closed the door behind you.  Just how much had he seen?  You stood at attention under his unnerving gaze.  The man was as handsome as he was intimidating.

“Tell me what's going on.”

You floundered for an answer. “Just... work.”  His grip on your arm tightened.  You winced.  He had to know you were lying-- he clearly saw something in your future he didn't like.  You had to give him something.  “I went ahead and scheduled the interviews for the assistant position next week.  Thank you for my time here.  I'm sorry we weren't a better fit.”

Oh.

He let go of your arm.  He only put out that help wanted ad to be prepared in case you left the agency.  He should have considered your reaction when you found out.  Stupid.  So incredibly stupid.  He was usually so thorough.  Sasaki sat at his desk.  He needed to think, and he couldn't do that standing right next to you.  When he saw your timeline cut short, he never thought he might have contributed to it.  He could change the future.  Fix it.  He'd seen it done before.

“I'm not firing you.”

“It's okay.  I didn't take it personally,” you lied, reminding yourself to smile.  Always smile.

You clearly didn't believe him, but he couldn't bring himself to tell you why he was looking for a new assistant.  Now wasn't the time for a love confession.  How could today have gone so wrong? He needed a plan.

“What are your plans for this evening?”

Was he asking you to stay late?  You shrugged.  “Running errands.  Groceries.  Dinner.”  File for unemployment.  “Normal stuff.”

He nodded, threading his fingers together.  It didn't sound like you were planning on ending things tonight, but he wasn't an expert.  His hero work centered on fighting external threats, like villains or natural disasters, not civilians who were a danger to themselves.  He should let an expert take over, but could he really entrust you to a stranger?  Could he convince you to talk to a crisis center when you couldn't admit anything was wrong?  Would the shame push you over that edge?  And why were you still smiling?

He needed to buy time, and for that, you wouldn't be leaving his sight.  He looked into your future again, but it remained unchanged.  The last push seemed to be that phone call, but he couldn't make out who it was from.  It didn't matter. “Give me your phone.”

His tone brokered no argument, and you handed it over without hesitation.  His thumb brushed over the screen.  It was cracked.  Surely he was paying you enough to have it repaired or replaced outright.  Sasaki frowned, considering.  No phone meant no phone call.  No phone call meant no tears.

He snapped it in half.

“What the hell!?”  You rushed to take the broken pieces from him, but he held them tighter.

“I'll buy you a new one.”

“That's not the point!  It wasn't yours!”

“I need you to work overtime tonight. You are not to leave this building, is that understood?”

Fate could be rewritten.  Sasaki would ensure you made it through tonight, even if you ended up hating him for it.

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A Missing Demiguise (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 2,715

Warnings: None

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The rain plowed down, the wind was vicious and the cold biting as you watched all this from the safety of your window and in the warmth of your cozy apartment. There was a certain beauty in chaos, you thought as you watched the trees strain against the wind. Every now and then you had to rub the condensation off your window with your sleeve because of the contrast in the heat inside and the cold outside.

You sighed contentedly as you turned to look at the flames in your fireplace and took a sip of your tea. As much as you liked nice and sunny days, you loved stormy days just as much, if not more. Getting all cosy with a blanket, a book and a cup of tea next to the window was one of your greatest pleasures.

As you turned back to look out the window a flash of blue caught your eye. You looked again and saw a man in a blue coat struggling against the wind down the street, arm raised to protect his face against the wind and rain. You frowned, you were surprised someone was actually braving the streets. No one should be out in this weather. You watched as he continued to walk down the street, moving his head from side to side as if he were looking for something. He stumbled a bit as a particularly strong gust of wind hit him but he pursued on.

You pursed your lips in exasperation as you knew what you had to do but didn’t want to move out of your warm cocoon. You sighed in frustration as you stood up. Wrapping yourself in as many layers as would be socially acceptable, grabbing a muggle umbrella and slipping your wand in your pocket you ran out of your door.

“Excuse me, sir!” You yelled through the wind to the man from the open door of your apartment building. He kept going, not hearing you calling to him. You groaned and unfolded your umbrella as you ventured into the storm. The umbrella didn’t really do much good as the wind whipped the rain every which way. You ran up to the man, squinting through the rain. “Sir, excuse me!” You said, running in front of him. He was quite attractive actually. He was quite tall, with stunningly spring green eyes, a messy mop of light brown hair and a whole lot of freckles.

“Oh, uhm hello ma’am.” He greeted distractedly, his gaze somewhere else.

“What are you doing out in this weather? Please, come inside.” You said. He looked at you in the eyes then lowered his gaze. You only now noticed he was carrying a case as he moved it to his other hand nervously.

“Thank you, miss, but I’m afraid I can’t. I’m looking for something and really must to find it.” He said, stepping around you and walking forward. You gave a sigh and spun around, catching up to him.

“Sir, I’m sure whatever you lost can wait until after this storm is over.” You insisted, noticing how strangely he walked as you fell into step beside him. He seemed to be walking at a slight angle.

“I can’t. See, who I’m looking for is quite used to warm climates so I really need to find him.” He said, not really making eye contact with you.

“Wait, you lost a person?” You asked incredulously.

“No, a Demiguise. And technically I didn’t lose him, he escaped.” He said casually as if this was a normal occurrence. “Dougal is quite impatient.” You froze.

“Hold on, you have a Demiguise? And his name is Dougal?” You asked disbelievingly. The man stopped, noticing you had stopped walking. So he was a wizard as well. He had to be, how else would he know of Demiguises, let alone have one?

“Yes and I must find him. I don’t want him to get sick.” He said worriedly as he continued his search. You started walking again, raising the umbrella over both your heads as you walked together. You noticed the man become a little uncomfortable, normally if you were making someone uncomfortable you’d stop doing whatever it was you were doing but you were not letting this man get any more wet than he already was. “So I assume you are a witch since you know what a Demiguise is.” He said looking at you in the eyes then diverting his eyes again, not away from you per se but more at how you were acting, as if he were reading your body language.

“Yes, I am a proud Hogwarts alumnus.” You said, taking your wand out of your pocket to show him. This seemed to catch his attention and he looked as if he were gonna say something then hesitated and seemed to decide against it. You noticed his scarf looked like a Hufflepuff scarf, was that from Hogwarts? Did he keep it all these years? “So how on Earth did you find a Demiguise?” You asked, curious now.

“Well, I was in China, studying Chinese Fireball dragons also known as Liondragons when I came across a man trying to capture this Demiguise for his fur. His attempts were not fruitful but I still decided to help the creature and I stopped the man. Dougal became quite loyal to me after that.” He told you. “He still can’t sit still that one though.” He added. You nodded your head, though still not quite understanding. Why would this man be studying Chinese Fireballs? They were classified as XXXXX by the Ministry of Magic. You looked him up and down, other than his good looks he didn’t seem like anything special. He was tall but quite slim, not really lanky but definitely not muscly enough to properly take down a dragon. He didn’t really seem like a wizard powerful enough to even come close enough to a Chinese Fireball to study them. Maybe he had a team of wizards to hold it down? You decided to ask later and focus on keeping yourself warm as you breathed hot air into your hands. You didn’t want to go back to your apartment now, you wanted to see this Demiguise. You had never seen one in person. It suddenly dawned on you, how was this man going to catch it?

“This is probably a silly question but you have a plan on how to capture the Demiguise, yes?” You ask tentatively. The man looked down bashfully and didn’t say anything, so you took his silence as a no. You nodded your head and pursed your lips exasperatedly.

“I have caught him before. I’m sure I can do it again. I don’t think he’d want to stay out much longer in this weather.” He said trying to comfort the stranger who was for some reason helping him. Or so he assumed by the way you were still holding the umbrella over both of you and not stomping away mumbling how crazy he was.

“So we have to catch a creature that can turn invisible and can tell the nearest, most possible future and do all this in the wind and pouring rain?” You asked. The man gave you a small bashful smile, still not fully looking into your eyes. You sighed. “Well this really is the cat’s meow, isn’t it.” You said sarcastically.

“Well, I must find him. You really needn’t help me, miss.” He said kindly. You gave him a small smile, you wanted to help this man. He seemed like a good person and the curiosity was just eating you up so you really didn’t have a choice.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N. Nifty to meet you, sir.” You said, sticking your hand out for him to shake. He looked at your outstretched hand then up at your face. He looked a little surprised as if he wasn’t expecting you to properly be acquainted with him.

“Newt Scamander.” He said finally, smiling and taking your hand as he diverted his gaze again. You cocked your head slightly. Newt Scamander. That sounded familiar. You were’t sure why but something was tugging at your memory, you were sure you’d heard that name before. Before you could ask though something caught your eye. A flash of silver in an alley between two buildings. You stopped walking and peered into the dark alley. Newt had noticed you had stopped and followed suit.

“Did you see something, miss Y/L/N?” He asked, looking over at you as you squinted into the alley.

“I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A flash of silver.” You said, looking up to meet his beautifully green eyes. He kept your gaze this time as he nodded.

“Silver fur perhaps?” He asked.

“Maybe, but why wouldn’t he have turned invisible?” You asked. Newt looked into the alley then back at you.

“I’m not sure.” He said, lowering his head and focusing his gaze on the ground. You could tell he wanted to go investigate but wasn’t sure if you wanted to go into a dark, creepy alley with him. A stranger no less. Well, not entirely a stranger, you did know his name. You smiled and folded your umbrella in case you needed to make swift movements.

“Then let’s get a wiggle on, shall we?” You said. He lifted his bright green eyes to meet your E/C ones and nodded lightly. You rested your umbrella on the wall of the building and slipped your wand out of your pocket, walking into the alley. Newt followed your lead. You both murmured a soft ‘lumos’ which shed a light from both your wands onto the previously dark alley. You and Newt looked around, looking behind rubbish bins and unwanted furniture people had left here. After a while you were running out of hope and were about to ask Newt if you two should just carry on down the main street when you heard a loud shuffling noise. You and Newt quickly looked at each other, your eyes wide and hopeful. You and him turned to where the sound came from.

“Dougal? Dougal, don’t worry, mummy’s here, you can show yourself.” Newt said softly, inching towards the rubbish bin from where the sound came from. Your lips quirked upwards at Newt calling himself mummy, it was quite frankly adorable. Newt glanced back to you. “Remember, he has precognitive capabilities.” He reminded you. You nodded at him and stayed back, not wanting to spook the Demiguise. As Newt slowly continued forward he slipped his wand into his coat and opened up his arms slightly.

Suddenly the Demiguise appeared in front of the bin. It was beautiful, with sleek and slightly wet, silver fur and big, doleful eyes. You gasped slightly, a smile growing on your lips at the amazing creature before you. The Demiguise’s attention slipped to you at the sound of your gasp and it’s eyes flashed, you feared you had scared it.

“Atta’ boy, mummy’s here, let me take you home.” Newt said, stretching his hand out to the creature. You noticed that Newt didn’t look directly into it’s eyes and took slow steps towards it, much like he did when he met you. The Demiguise quickly crawled over to you in a monkey-like fashion, surprising both you and Newt. It grabbed your hand and led you to Newt on it’s hind legs. He grabbed Newt’s hand too and walked both of you over to a small, dirty box next to the rubbish bin. You glanced at Newt quizzically and he just raised his eyebrows at you. You turned your attention back to the box as both you and Newt knelt before it. You heard a light squawk come from the box. Your eyes widened and you looked to Newt again.

“The box just squawked.” You said dumbly as if he didn’t hear it as well. He nodded then looked to Dougal and he looked right back at Newt.

“Dougal has strong paternal instincts. He might have been taking care of another animal when he escaped.” He said, looking back into your eyes. You nodded, a look of wonderment crossing your face. Newt admired your reaction as you looked back to the box and opened it slowly. Both you and Newt were taken aback by what you found. It was a baby Phoenix. It was small and frail with just the beginnings of feathers on it.

“Merlin’s beard.” You exclaimed. “How is it here?” Your attention still on the Phoenix. You remember reading that they usually live on high mountain peaks, so what was it doing in an alley in London? You lowered the lid of the box slightly to protect the small creature from the wind and rain and not quite trusting yourself to hold it.

“I’m not sure, but it’s only a baby. Its Burning Day must have been only a few days ago.” He said, looking at the creature with child like wonder. “I’ve seen so many creatures now but they still manage to amaze me.” He said more to himself. You looked at him, really looked at him as he scooped the baby Phoenix gently and cradled it near his body, lending it some of his body heat. He was leaning over it to protect it from the rain. You watched as he smiled at it softly and gazed at it with admiration. You grinned at the sight before you.

“Dougal must have found it and put it in the box to keep it from the rain.” Newt said, looking up at you and catching you staring. You quickly diverted your eyes and blushed furiously. “Would you like to hold it, miss Y/L/N?” He asked. You blinked up at him, you didn’t want to hold the animal for fear of hurting it. You think Newt noticed this. He scooted closer to you and wrapped the creature around in his scarf, placing it in your hands. “There. Now even if you drop it, it’ll be safe and comfortable.” He said quietly, finding the need to be quiet around the frail creature. You held it delicately and watched it blink up at you, letting out a small squawk. You gave a giddy laugh and cradled the Phoenix in your arms. You turned back to Newt and found him already looking at you.

“Y/F/N” You corrected. Newt frowned at you.

“Sorry?”

“Call me Y/F/N” You said. He smiled shyly down at his lap, stroking Dougal who was sitting in it.

“Y/N.” He repeated. He found he loved the sound of your name on his tongue. He looked back up at you, with your wet, H/C hair framing your face delicately and your E/C eyes shining brightly with happiness. “Call me Newt.” He said in turn. You laughed happily again and looked back at the now sleeping bird in your arms.

“So,” You started, “tea?” You asked, looking back up at Newt. He grinned widely at you.

“A cup of warm tea sounds excellent.” He said, making you smile even wider and sighing in relief, not wanting to part with him just yet.

“So, is Newt actually your name?” You asked as both of you stood up, Dougal holding Newt’s hand. You were thinking that his name was like the animal newt.

“Well, my full name is Newton Artemis Fido Scamander.” He said. Suddenly something clicked and you almost dropped the Phoenix that was in your arms. Newt sensed your sudden change in mood and looked at you more closely.

“Wait, the Newton Artemis Fido Scamander, like the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?” You asked, not believing you had just helped the Newton Artemis Fido Scamander who taught you all you knew about beasts and made you even more interested in them if possible find his Demiguise. He looked surprised.

“You know my book?” He asked incredulously. Your eyes widened.

“Of course! If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t even had known what a Demiguise was!” You exclaimed. He smiled bashfully and looked away.

“I’m very flattered.” He said awkwardly, making you laugh.

“Well, now you have to have some tea with me.” You said, stepping closer to him. He didn’t look as uncomfortable this time and smiled down at you enthusiastically.

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Thank you so much for reading! This is my first attempt in a Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them fanfiction so don’t judge too hard and I hope you enjoyed it.