Imagine: Several months have passed since you and Newt have separated. Once reunited in an unexpected situation, neither of you can deny the feelings that were left behind.
Author’s Note: Thank you so much for all the positive feedback for part one, I felt so much pressure with part two, I hope it’s as good as you were all hoping!! Also, thank you guys so so much for reblogging, liking and following me!! 921 followers ???? I’m so overwhelmed, I love each and every one of you!! P.Slisten to ‘I Always Knew’ by The Vaccines while reading this, it made me smile and sort of cry. Enjoy x
i was warming up to get my stuff together so i wrote this super short newt x reader/y/n. if you want to see more pls lmk
“Come on, Greenie! Have a little fun! Lighten up!” You heard a vaguely familiar voice call from across the Glade. You ignored him and continued on your path to the Homestead. It’s not so much that you weren’t in the mood for the bonfire, which was apparently being thrown in your honor, but more so that you were tired of the stares. And cat calls.
You slammed your hands into the front door and it flew open with a small bang, startling the two boys standing at the foot of the stairs, chatting. Since you were the sole girl living in the Glade, without hesitation the leaders quickly gave you your own space in the Homestead; much to your fellow Glader’s chagrin. Without a word to either boy, you padded up the stairs and into your room, shutting the door behind you. Not even a minute later, there was a soft knock at the door.
“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice asked. You were sitting beside your bookshelf, sorting through a few of your favorites, ignoring the boy in the doorway. “I know you can hear me. I’m standing right here.” He opened the door the rest of the way without acknowledgement from you and sat beside you.
“Newt, if this visit is in regards to the bonfire, I am not interested.”
“Come on, (Y/N)! It’s supposed to be FUN. It’s supposed to be a celebration, in your honor!” He favored his bad leg.
“You know exactly what’s going to happen, the same thing that has been happening the entire week. Everyone is going to get drunk and make disgusting comments, catcall me, play grabass. They do it when they’re sober, I can’t imagine how they’re going to be drunk,” You stared out into the Glade.
“Alby’s giving those shanks a talking to as we speak, love. They are not gonna lay a finger anywhere near you.” He offered a half smile. You couldn’t help but smile back. Something about Newt’s aloof, small smile always brought a smile to your face, even if you didn’t want to. “There you go.” He muttered softly.
He stood up, offering his hand. You took it after a second’s hesitation and allowed him to lead you downstairs. You couldn’t help but blush at the prolonged contact.
warnings:blood, injury, knives, fire, death/su*c*de, cranks/zombies, reader’s death
a/n:so, this is another from my wattpad book, which can be found here. it was two parts over there, so i’ve just stuck them together for easier reading :) also… i’m sorry!! 0_0
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(Part 1)
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The sound of the crackling fire calms you. You stare into it, then watch as the smoke rises up into the night sky. The stars are splattered like tiny, sparkling paint spots. While you watch them, you can think of nothing else. Not the Maze. Not hunger, nor thirst. Not the ache in your legs from running up and down sand dunes. Not even WKCD.
Your group is all sleeping around you. Aside from Thomas, of course. He either doesn’t sleep at all or is on high alert: waking up at the slightest sound.
Looking around at all of them, you smile. If there were anyone in the world you’d want to go through this hell with, it’s them. These people who you now consider friends. The people who have had your back ever since you arrived at the Glade a couple of years ago.
When your eyes land on him, though… your smile grows wider.
Newt.
The glue that holds your group together, especially during those times when things get tough. The one who always seems to know just what to say. The friend that motivates us and tries to keep us all on the same page- never taking sides. There isn’t anything wrong you can say or think about Newt. Except for one little thing: being that he is apparently oblivious to the fact that you are totally and undeniably in love with him.
*
You pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around them. You watch Newt sleep. He snores softly, and the chilly breeze brushes his hair from his eyes. You wonder what he could be dreaming about as his lids twitch.
A sudden gust of wind disturbs your peace. It makes you shiver, so you wrap your arms tighter around your body.
You move your right hand up to your left shoulder when you feel a stinging sensation there. When you make contact with damp, raised skin, your mouth falls open. You quickly stand up and take three long strides before sitting again, farther away from your friends.
Closing your eyes, you remove your left arm from your t-shirt. You touch the skin again to feel it. The pain makes you wince, but curiosity makes you ignorant of it. Your fingers run over what feels like three jagged lines. Taking a deep breath, you pull your hand away and open your eyes.
“Oh, no.” You glance behind you upon realising you had said that out loud, but it seems that no one had heard.
You glance down at your hand. Your fingertips are red with blood. How did I not notice that I was bleeding?
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You think back to the broken escalators you ran up a few hours ago. A Crank had grabbed you just below your neck, then Newt had kicked it back: pulling you up and running with your hand in his.
I’m infected.
You cover the scratches, glancing back at your friends once more. Tears start to form in your eyes. As they run down your cheeks, the wind picks up again. It makes them cold, causing goosebumps to rise along your arms and legs. You sniffle, rubbing the back of your hand under your nose.
The crackling fire isn’t so calming any more. It feels more like a ticking clock of your remaining life.
And as the fire dies, so do I.
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(Part 2)
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When you hear footsteps approaching, you quickly swipe at your eyes. “H-hey.” You don’t hear an answer, so you look up to see who it is. Newt stands above you. His hand flies up to cover his mouth.
“Y/N..” You squeeze your eyes shut. He must have seen the scratches. “How.. oh god- how long have you been there?” Newt falls down beside you.
“Long enough.” You whisper, barely audible. “Shit. Newt- I- I just noticed them myself..”
“No.” His head falls onto your unmarked shoulder. “This isn’t happening.. not you.”
“Newt… I know- I know this is.. bad, but I don’t wanna become one of those.. things-”
Newt looks up with teary eyes and furrowed brows. “No- don’t ask me to do.. to do..”
“I’m not.” You look to your friends, pointing at them. “But you have to let me do it. Please. And I don’t… I don’t want them to know. At least.. until after. I can’t bear seeing them when-”
You watch Newt as his eyes wander all over your face. Never, ever had you seen him look this broken. “Y/N, I-”
His hand reaches for yours. You place your palms together. Slowly, your fingers slide between his, fitting together like a puzzle. You cover your joined hands with your free one and squeeze.
“I don’t wanna leave you either…any of you. And… I know.. I should have said this a long time ago.. but I-” You take a deep breath, gathering yourself. You look him in the eyes and smile. “I love you, Newt. I always have. Ever since you lifted me out of that box, I just had this.. feeling,” you lift a hand to cover your heart that is beating faster than ever, “right here.”
You watch a tear fall down his face, then wipe it away with your thumb. He shakes his head. “Love, how am I supposed to let you go when you say something like that?”
You giggle. You don’t mean to, but it just comes out. “I’m sorry. It’s the truth.”
*
You let an hour or two pass. You aren’t sure, as it passes by so slowly. You just sit and hold each other. Until you can’t anymore. Delaying what needs to happen won’t make it any better, and the pain worsens by the minute.
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“Newt… It has to be now… I can already feel it spreading.”
His eyelids close for a few seconds. When they open again, he leans forward on his knees. Carefully, he puts his hands on either side of your face and then kisses your cheek. He rests his forehead against yours. “I do too, by the way… I love you.”
You pull your knife from the lowest pocket of your trousers. “Newt.. tell them I’m sorry. Please.. after.. tell them I love them all.” You nod against him before pulling away and turning around so as not to look at your love so broken.
Then you notice Thomas shifting. He sits up and looks around, and when his eyes land on the scene ahead, Thomas quickly rises. Before he can reach you to stop it, you lift the knife to your chest. You turn your head slightly in the direction of Newt and smile. “I love you… so much.” A single, final tear slides along your face as you close your eyes and clutch the knife tighter. “I’ll be looking over you.”
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Newt catches your body and gently shuts your eyes. He chokes on a sob as he kisses both of your cheeks in turn and then whispers, “I’ll see you soon, love.”
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He spends the rest of the night clinging to your body. He brushes hairs from your face and stares into the fire. Only small flames flicker now, the light only barely revealing the details of your face. Embers float around, rising up and then disappearing as they descend and disintegrate into nothingness.
I gasp, shooting up from the make shift bed I call home for the time being. I’m heaving, but no tears are falling. I look around myself frantically, but that’s when I see him. Newt. He’s stirring awake beside me. He’s okay. “Y/N? Are you alright?” He asks worriedly, sitting up. My breathing calms. “Yeah, I’m okay, sorry.” I whispered to him. “You sure?” He asked, grabbing the water bottle beside the bed and handing it to me. I nodded, drinking it, and laying down, Newt doing the same, and I cuddle into front, and he rests his arm around my waist. He looks so tired, he’s exhausted, and I feel a little bad for waking him up.
As he closes his eyes to go to sleep once again, I speak. “Do you ever get the feeling that…you’re trying to remember someone but, you just can’t?” I ask, looking up at him. “I wish I could say I do.” He said. I sighed. “My dreams are about you, you know?” He quirks a brow. “From before.” I say. “What were we like?” He asks. I clench the jacket he’s wearing between my fingers. “Just like we are now, somehow.” I say. “Almost like it was fate.” I add. He brings his hand from my waist to my face. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.” He says, looking into my eyes. Gazing, even. “Kiss me.” I say. And he does as I ask, kissing me oh so lovingly. Passionate and sweet. All I could ever want.
It was supposed to be a short kiss and back to sleep, but that isn’t what happened. His hand slides from my face and under my shirt to my waist. “Newt,” I whisper. He hums. I pull away slightly and whisper, “I want you to make love to me.” I stated. His eyes widen a little, “But we’re both half asleep.” I shake my head, “I don’t care.” And that was all he needed. He then hovered over me, kissing me passionately. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he ground into me. No roughly though, you have to remember, we’re both tired. We also have to keep quiet, because down the ‘hall’ is our friends who are peacefully sleeping.
He sits up, and pulls off his coat, and I take off my shirt. He kissed me again, and I run my hands under his shirt, he gets the memo, and takes it off. He connects our lips once again, and groans quietly in my mouth. I moan back as he grinds onto me. He pulls off my pants with ease, then leans back to take off his own. He hovers back over me, hands caressing down my sides. “God, you are so beautiful.” He says, breathlessly. I blush, and his lips are back on mine like clockwork. His hands slide down to the hem of my panties, and slowly pulls them down my legs. He discards them with the rest of our clothes, on the ground. “What did I do to deserve you?” He smiles, not really looking for an answer. I bring my hands to the hem of his boxers, “By being you.” I replied, before pulling them down and he kicks them off. He reaches over to his coat that lays limp on the floor, pulling a condom that we found in the mall weeks and weeks prior, from it and slips it on.
He looks at me, as if asking me if I’m ready without words, because none are needed, I trust him completely. With a nod, he slides into me slowly, and I gasp quietly, and he lets out a breath from his nose, burying his face into my neck. I bring one hand to grasp the hairs at the base of his neck while the other snakes under his to hold his shoulder. He thrusts slowly, but not too slow, it’s perfect. We moan quietly, almost whispers. Our breaths and occasional moans could only be heard by us. It doesn’t take us long for us to be almost there, we never have alone time anymore. He pulls his face from my neck and looks into my eyes. “I love you.” He says and my heart flutters. “I love you too.” I say. And before long we’re both over the edge, and the moment is over. And we put our clothes back on, and lay back down.
“What time is it?” I ask, cuddling into his side.He reached over to the ground to grab his picket watch, glancing at it before answering me. “Almost 2 am.” I don’t respond, I bring my arm to his waist from the inside of his coat, and he wraps his arm around me. We lay in silence for sometime, and when he’s sure I’m asleep he whispers, “I love you.” And cuddles further into me. And I whisper it back.
I stood in front of the car door watching Newt hotwire it or whatever he was doing. We were waiting to leave to go save Minho, and I was tired. It was like two A.M. when Newt woke me up, and I’m exhausted.
“You alright?” Newt asked, noticing my drooping eyes. “I’m just tired.” I answered. “You can hop in the back, we’ll be driving long enough for you to get some sleep.” He said. He was sweet, always cared for me. I loved that about Newt. He always cared no matter what.
I just nodded before walking over to the backseat and getting in. Newt stopped messing with the car to walking away and coming back a minute later with blankets and a pillow for me. He even took it upon himself to sit down with me to tuck me in and make sure I was comfortable.
“You alright being back here, or do you want me to stay with you?” He asked me. “I’ll be fine, Thomas will be back here anyway.” “You sure?” He asked. I smiled, “I’m sure, you need to be up front with Fry so he knows where he’s going.” I answered. “Alright, sleep tight.” He said, leaning down to give me a sweet kiss. He then got out and leaned against the car waiting for Thomas, who would inevitably try and leave on his own.
I grinned a little as a tear fell down the side of my face. I couldn’t even feel the hard floor under me, the pieces of metal and dirt sticking to my uncovered skin, but I couldn’t really feel it.
“What are you smiling for?” I did my best to turn my head to the side, looking at the boy who glanced at me with a smile but mixed feeling in those deep brown eyes. His dirty blonde hair seemed even dirtier. I grimaced. He looked skinnier. But all of us were. Stress and fear were things that could make you lose a vast quantity of weight.
“I,” I paused, taking a breath. “I was thinking of the first time I met you.”
Newt shook his head, his dirty hair not moving softly like it used to do. “Bloody hell,” A tiny laugh escaped through his lips. How long has it been since I heard him laugh? “I was so mean to you.” I nodded my head, hiding the gasp that pleaded to escape. “But you did put me in my place as always.”
“You were so mean just because I was new to the maze?” I always wanted to ask. Newt is a sweet person, and as soon as I saw him, I knew there were hidden motives.
He shook his head. “I thought if I treated you like that, the other would do the same and ignore you. We tried doing the same thing with Teresa.” I grimaced at the mention of the brown-haired girl. “We were a little worried that the other boys would try to do something because you both were the only girls.”
“But you couldn’t resist me.” I tried to wink, my entire body aching. Newt got closer to where I was lying down on the ground. His fingers went to my hair, fingers intertwined with some locks that had knots.
“No one could.” He offered me a sad smile. “Why?” I had tried to converse with him as much as I could, not wanting that conversation to come out. “Why did you do it?”
“You don’t deserve it.” Newt bit his lower lip, swallowing and glancing to the side, blinking as much as he could, attempting to hide his wet eyes. “You are like my big brother. I wanted to save you.”
“You are like my little sister.” He answered back. “It is me who should be saving you.”
“You already saved me.” He flinched, remembering that time when we were back inside the maze. A time where I was confused, lost and scared and did my best to take myself out of the maze…without actually entering it. Newt found me in the forest, unconscious. However, I remember his screams, asking, no, pleading for help. “Hey, Newt?” He hummed, using his stained jacket to dab his tears. “Do you think he will arrive on time?” Newt immediately looked at me, eyes widened. Minho had walked closer, exactly when I had questioned the blonde boy. "Will he?“
"He always arrives on time.” Minho decided to answer while resting a hand on Newt’s shoulder, who glanced at him while offering him a shake of his head. “But there is nothing for what he has to arrive on time.” He clenched his teeth, trying to convince himself because he knew he wasn’t going to convince me.
I shivered. Minho and Newt took their jackets a the same time. However, it was Minho who placed his on top of my chest, trying to calm my trembling body. “I hope he arrives on time.” I stopped looking at them, glancing at the dark sky above me. “And I hope he is safe.”
“We are talking about Thomas.” Minho interrupted. “He is always on time, and he is always okay.”
“He won’t be.” I choked, glancing at them. “He won’t be okay.” My mouth was dry, but as much water as I drank, it still seemed like my throat was closing, obstructing my breathing. “You guys…need to be there for him, okay?” I nodded my head a little bit. “Don’t let him…” My eyes closed for a couple of seconds.
“Hey, hey.” Newt. It was Newt voice and his fingers touching my wet cheeks. When did I start crying? “Hey. Bloody hell, Y/N. C'mon.”
My eyes opened again. “Don’t let him blame himself.”
“He won’t blame himself because everything will be okay.” Minho insisted, his left hand cradling the back of my head as he helped me sit, resting at the head of the water bottle on my lips, aiding me so I could drink.
“I appreciate the positivity, Minho.” And the water. “But it’s bad. It’s really bad.” My fingers gripped Minho’s jacket, taking it off my chest. Both gasped, not having noticed that the black veins that were only on my hands and arms were now getting closer to my chest. “It’s so close.” To my heart. Both boys glanced at each other. Minho was the first one. He was the first one to broke down as his knees fell forcefully on the ground. His head between his hands. I tried not to cry more, but as soon as Newt also wailed like a little kid, I did too. “Hey, guys…” I cried. “C'mon, guys. It’s okay.” They didn’t listen, consumed by their shaking bodies as they cried, as they hoped for the cure to come in time. But even if it did, it was too late. I knew it was either Newt or me. Only one could get the cure, and I decided that it had to be Newt.
My heart ached because Thomas had convinced himself that it didn’t matter who took the cure first because he would come back with another for the other.
“My God, I’m so lonely.” I started singing with the limited strength that I had. Both boys glanced at me while still crying. They remembered the song. The song I used to sing every day since I entered the maze. The only thing I remembered apart from my name. They always thought it was a melancholy song, and whenever I sang it, they would change the lyrics, afraid of thinking that perhaps those were my true feeling. They were. They were before I found they were the only family I needed.
“So I open the window,” Newt’s voice cracked, following me. Even if he wanted to have hope, he knew how difficult things were and how I was near closing my eyes forever. “To hear sounds of people.” He sang while still crying. “To hear sounds of people,” Minho begged us to stop, to keep quiet. He begged us to lie to him and tell him that I was going to be okay. With time, they would be okay. I wouldn’t. “Venus, planet of love was destroyed by global warming. Did its people want too much too?” Yes, we wanted too much. They wanted too much. They wanted for the cure to come on time and to magically cure me. “Did its people want too much?” His saddened gaze met mine as I nodded.
Minho continued weeping, screaming even. “And I don’t want your pity.” My voice cracked as my gaze moved to him. The boy still was convinced that he could save everyone. “I just want somebody near me.” He shook his head, droplets of tears falling down his cheeks. “Guess I’m a coward.” I continued singing as Newt turned his head around, getting up from his seat on the ground and running towards someone. “I just want to feel alright.” I finally glanced at the blonde-haired boy who had run towards Thomas. He had come on time. Well, for Newt and Minho, ‘on time’ was for me to be saved. For me, it was on time to see me go.
Thomas and Newt had gotten close so quickly that I was pretty sure that the boy I deeply loved knew what was going on. “And I know no one will save me.” That line seemed perfect to say at that moment as Thomas shook his head, aggressively weeping his tears as he sat down on the ground. His trembling hands, searching for my veins as he injected the cure. Then, he waited. He waited for the black veins to fade. They didn’t. Both boys hoped too. Perhaps Minho wasn’t the only one who dreamed of a future where I would be alive. I coughed, feeling my throat contracting again. I could feel the muscles from my right side colliding with the ones on my left side. Glancing at my chest, the veins were even closer than before. “I just need someone to kiss.” Thomas hit the wall behind me, the wall that was supporting my weight. Tears fell down our eyes, wetting our cheeks and leaving a salty taste in our mouths. But not as sour as the moment where I would close my eyes. “Give me one good honest kiss, and I’ll be alright.”
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Thomas shook his head, not making his mind up, not being able to comprehend that the person he loved was dying. With the remaining strength that I had, my fringers grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to me. “Nobody, nobody, nobody,” He quickly shut me up, his lips softly colliding with mine. It wasn’t like those heated kisses we had when one of us had been in danger or when one of us was mad and needed release. It wasn’t one of those 'good morning’ kisses or a 'good night’ one. It conveyed all the things we have gone through. It bore the fact that we had dreamt of a future together. We have talked about houses, kids, gardens and dogs. We have spoken about living close to Minho and Newt, which they claimed would be a disaster.
Thomas’s lips separated from the ones he had loved kissing every day. He parted ways because they weren’t softly moving against his anymore, and that was when he noticed that the eyes of the woman he loved were closed. There was a peaceful look on her face, no pain.
Minho and Newt had left him alone, moving away as they continued weeping, but knowing that he needed some time to examine her face. To make sure that he would remember everything. However, he had lost other people, and eventually, he would forget the tone of her voice.
Thomas got up, getting away from Y/N, turning his back to her as he continued wiping. He was surprised as his legs trembled but still supported all his weight. “I’ve been big and small.” He whispered to himself. “And big and small.” His voice continued cracking. “And big and small, again. And still, nobody wants me. Still, nobody wants me.” He knew that sound. He recognised the growls of someone turning, of someone not being themselves anymore. And when he turned around, his gaze met a pair of eyes that were lifeless. “And I know no one will save me.” He choked, stepping back as she stepped forward. He couldn’t kill her. Had he already killed her? Why didn’t he run faster? “I’m just asking for a kiss. Give me one good movie kiss, and I’ll be alright.”
“Nobody.” Y/N grunted before growling once again. Her body fell to the ground. Thomas had shot her. Thomas was assured he had killed her two times.
Note: Hello! This is the first fic I have written in a very long time so forgive me if it sucks. I am a huge Harry Potter fan, and am a huge fan of Fantastic Beasts, so when Kari told me to write about Newt, I was like definitely! So here it is, and I hope you guys enjoy!! Keeping my fingers crossed! OH! And feedback would be great!! <3
- Darcy
How could it have been possible?
Though the question should not even be asked since it’s crystal clear how it was possible. The damn suitcase went completely mad, again.
Put a protective enchantment, you said. Not only would it keep it from opening, but it will lock the creatures in securely, you said. Did he listen? Newt never listens. Now we are running around this foreign city looking like a pair of loonies who have absolutely no idea where they are going. However, who were you to turn down a bit of adventure? You smirked. In fact, you found all of this amusing. How could it not? First, Newt was socked in the jaw with a suitcase by a very frightened muggle. And second, the Niffler got away and is now trifling through some poor woman’s purse probably. And third, the pair of you got picked up by an auror outside of a Muggle Bank.
“Where do you think that little bugger ran off to?” you asked breathlessly after losing sight of the demoted auror from MACUSA.
Newt looked at you, his cheeks flushed from the exercise. “No idea. I reckon he’s probably stuffed into some woman’s purse ransacking her jewelry.”
“HA! I was just thinking the same thing! Perhaps we should just start snatching purses,” you suggested in a playful tone. Newt looked over at you with a smirk, “There’s an idea.”
Suddenly you saw Ms. Goldstein’s face appear in the crowd behind you, looking for Newt and you.
“Merlin’s beard!! She’s like a pop-up book from hell!” you exclaimed. Newt laughed but shook his head at you. You pulled the both of you into an alleyway between two flat complexes. Newt and you flattened yourselves into the wall as much as you could as soon as Ms. Goldstein walked by. Once in the clear, Newt looked over at you.
“A pop-up book from hell?” he smiled at you. You couldn’t help the sudden swell of blood to your face. He was close enough to touch, and your fingers were itching to grab a hold of that one little stubborn lock that keeps falling in front of his eyes.
“Yes, it was the first thing that popped into mind and you know how I just blurt out stuff. I can’t stop myself.” You took a step back from him, unconsciously. Newt laughed, “Oh believe me, I know. On the boat you went full mental when some muggle’s suitcase made you trip.”
You gasped hyperbolically, “He did it on purpose!! And all you said was sorry repeatedly! I had to defend myself!” Newt laughed loudly, “I had to apologize. I was apologizing FOR YOU.” You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, “You arse.” You looked behind him and began to realize the crowd was getting bigger. You were about to mention to Newt before you realized he had gone silent. You looked back at him.
Newt was looking down at you, his freckled face flushed, and his sideways smirk was in play. He looked away at the wall as soon as he realized you were staring right back. His next words were stumbled. “S…Some…Sometimes it’s hard to believe that we are partners.” You raised your eyebrow quizzically, “How do you mean?”
He looked at you for a split second and instead focused his gaze on my arms that were crossed on your chest. “We’re very distinct, you and me. People.. They like you, they….” he stopped lost for words, his jaw flexing. He began to play with his fingers nervously, his head bowed down and all you could see was the tip of his nose.
You took a deep breath before you spoke. “Newt..?” He lifted up his face a little, but still did not meet your eye. “Newt, you are absolutely bonkers.” He half-choked out a laugh. His pink rimmed eyes looked over you, wonderingly. “Newt, you and I? We might be different in attitude, but there is something very similar about the both of us.” He cleared his throat and asked, “What is that?” You took a step closer and whispered in his ear, “We have both been detained by the Magical Congress.” You both laughed at the same time, resulting in his shaking form now being an inch from you.
Picket peeked out from his pocket and pulled your jacket, making you close that gap between the both of you. Newt was surprised and thought you were falling so he gripped you closer to him. You looked up at him, his blue eyes locked on yours. “ (Name)…what I didn’t finish saying before, was that….you are.. More… well, more than me. And you…make me into a much better person. I mean….I like myself better whenever I am with you,” his hands on your waist began to loosen and he began to take a step back. However, you pulled him back to you, and put your shaking hand on his red cheek.
“I like myself better when I am with you as well,” you gulped silently, and pushed his reddish brown hair behind his ear. Newt’s hold on you became tighter.
“Newt, I’m going to be very honest with you, as honest as if someone had just spilled a whole vial of Veritaserum down my Pumpkin juice this morning. But from the very first moment that I saw you, I knew that I was going to fall for that damn quirky smile and that very sweet, sweet demeanor that you hold.” You finished your speech really fast and turned your burning face towards his shoulder.
But, Newt surprised you when he laughed. You looked back up and his whole face was the most happy that you have ever seen it. “(Name), I have been in love with you since the very first moment you called me an arse. Though I do wish I could have said it first. But sadly, you beat me by just a smidge.” You laughed, tears falling down your cheeks. He rested his forehead on yours and as soon as he started to caress your cheek, you couldn’t help yourself anymore.
You pulled away in order to meet his eye, and before you could say anything, he kissed you. Newton Scamander, the shy, perfect, sweetest man, the love of your life kissed you first. And at that moment, he wasn’t shy. He gripped you inconceivably closer. His reddish brown locks now resting on your face, while the both of you were once again lost in a place that was foreign to you however staggeringly comfortable the both of you were in each other’s arms. You pushed his head in closer, and as the kiss deepened, there was a loud noise coming from somewhere close. The both of you pulled apart, breathlessly. “Merlin’s beard! Once we find that little bugger he won’t hear the end of it!” he said, annoyed. You laughed, “I think I’ve rubbed off on you.” Newt smiled at you sweetly, kissed you one more time, and said, “I certainly hope so.”
Request: Fantastic Beasts request!: Reader insert where the reader is just super protective of Newt? Like they just follow him around and make sure nothing hurts him?
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Note: I hope you all like this! Thank you for requesting and hope this is what you were looking for, if not I’m sorry :( feedback would be great!
- Kari
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Newt has always been gentle and kind. Newt is the kind of person who would get hit and apologize instead of defending himself. After a few months of dating, you always had to take care of the aggressive people around Newt. You would never let a finger touch Newt, ever.
When arriving in New York, you didn’t expect to face several…interruptions. That damn Niffler started it all. Now here you were about to obliviate a muggle, who seems to be in a daze.
“Alright. Let’s get this over with, shall we?” You raised your wand to get it done with when the muggle picked up a suitcase, ready to hit Newt with it. You acted quick and blocked the hit. You looked behind you and asked Newt if he was okay. He nodded and sighed when he saw the muggle running away.
“Uh, we have plenty of problems arising now. How about we just go on our way, before we get into more trouble.” You suggested and started walking out of the alley way, casually. That’s when you noticed a woman starting to come your way in a concerning manner. Oh great, another muggle has seen you two. Newt pulled you back, “Let’s act like nothing happened and start walking past her, alright?”
You nodded and you two walked next to each, not making eye contact with the woman. You noticed her pull out her wand too late before you three apparated into a different alley.
“What are you two doing? We’re in a serious situation right now!” The woman said in a hushed tone. She was about to reach into her pocket and you immediately raised your wand.
“What are you doing?” You glared at her.
“I’m from the Magical Congress of the United States of America. You two have committed a great crime, and you’ll be coming with me.” She glared back at you before apparating again to a building.
She was about to reach for Newt, but you stopped her.
“Don’t you dare lay a finger on him, thank you very much.” You gave her a long stare, before she signaled you two to follow her.
“(Name), this is not the time to act protective.” Newt whispered, not wanting to attract attention. You turned to him, ready to lecture him before the woman started taking you through the elevator.
You found out that she was an Auror before she got demoted and became a wand permit officer. Later, you and Newt ended up at her home with the muggle who you found was Jacob Kowalski. Newt kept bickering with you on how he could take care of himself without your help. He wasn’t as nervous as he used to be with you, and the Goldstein sisters noticed it.
“You’re very protective of him.” Queenie stated, when she observed you both. You looked up at her and smiled.
“I just don’t like him getting hurt is all.” You turned to look at Newt, and he was red.
Into the night, you two went into the suitcase.
“I’m sorry about today.” You looked down at your hands, knowing you always try to protect Newt. Newt gave you small smile and sat next to you.
“That makes me like you even more. That shows that you care for me.” Newt gave you a side hug and leaned your head to his shoulder. You smiled and looked up to his face. His eyes were mesmerizing and wonderful. You leaned up and pecked him on the lips. He always gets caught off guard when you kiss him and ends up with a red face.
“I told you to stop catching me off guard, love.” He caressed your cheek and leaned down to give you another kiss.
