Request: Can I request a story where the reader was being bullied for being muggle born and she runs off into the forbidden forest crying and newt sees her bc he was there observing the animals and he comforts her? Thanks xx
Information: Y/N = your name
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Fem! Reader
Requested by: Anonime
A/N: Sorry it’s a little short!
It wasn’t as if she wished to be like this. Honestly, if she could change it all back to normal she would. She would give it all up if it would stop the purebloods for calling her names. She got sick of it. ‘Mudblood’ ‘Scum’ ‘Muggle’ she would hear it every day at least ten times. She would give all magic up and leave Hogwarts this instant if it was possible. The worst thing was the lying. Lying to her parents. They figured out how to send letters with an owl just for her. Sending her little presents once a month and at least a letter once a week. She would always lie and say that she’d going great, that she found many friends and that no one had ever hexed her for being muggleborn. She didn’t want to hurt her parents that she already dragged into his world. No.
It wasn’t until one particular day that she wished to never have found out that she was a witch. She was just walking through the hallways, a small, proud smile on her lips after receiving 10 points for her house after being the only one to get the spell just right the first time. Two heavy bumps on both her shoulders made her crash to the ground, falling on her knees and everything in her rolling through the halls. Two slytherin guys laughed. “Mudblood” one of them spew on her back as they left, roaring with laughter and highfiving each other before turning a corner. Before she knew it, warm tears rolled over her cheeks. She quickly got all her stuff and ran. Ran outside. To Merlin knew where because; everything was better than here. She ran into the dark forest, the one she was never allowed to enter. She ran and ran until she couldn’t go any further, her throat hurting from dehydration and tears still rolling over her cheeks. ‘Just a little further’ she looked behind her, seeing only trees, Hogwarts long behind. And then she crashed into something and fell. She thought it would have been a tree, but it was too soft. And trees don’t make an ‘oof’ sound if you crash into them. Trees don’t fall onto their knees. Trees don’t have messy hair and freckles and soft eyes. Trees don’t have an irritated, yet soft and worried expression. Trees didn’t wear hufflepuff ties. “Are you alright?” the boy stood up and ran a hand through his hair before offering his hand to her. “No” she answered truthfully, taking his hand as he pulled her onto her feet again. “You’re not allowed to be here” the boy said, looking around. “Neither are you” she scoffed. “Touché. You didn’t take anyone with you, did you?” he asked and she shook her head. “I’m alone.” There was a silence between them. The boy opened his mouth to say something, but a sound cut him off. “What in the bloody name of Merlin is that!?” she quickly hid behind the boy’s back, holding onto his robes tightly. “A thestral.” The boy said calmly. “No need to worry. They won’t hurt you. But that means you can see them, just like me. It’s not every day I meet someone that can see this beautiful creatures.” The boy rambled, holding out his hand to the horse like creature as it sniffed it and pressed his nose against it. Y/N her eyes looked up to the boy who had a soft smile spread across his face. He turned a little and locked their eyes. “Do you want to pet him?” he asked. Y/N blamed the soft hazel eyes of the boy when she nodded. She held out her hand, just like he did. The creature pressed his cold nose against it and she flinched. “He won’t hurt you. You can pet him now.” The boy said calmly. It felt weird, skin like and not soft at all. “You come here more often huh?” Y/N chuckled. “I suppose so yeah. I find myself wondering around here a lot.” “Well I understand now. I’m Y/N by the way.” “I’m Newt. Newt Scamander.”
Request: 1. newt x leta lestrange where they're best friends but like each other more than friends and how they spend time together studying and doing cute stuff but they're from different houses and they have to hide their friendship and then leta does something and newt get's expelled from hogwarts and realises she's been using him the whole time. or maybe newt telling this whole story to a reader and he's still hurt after all that time and it's hard for him to fall in love. PLEASE
2. Wait you know anon's Newt x reader request? What if you make a horrible dark turn on it and they are discovered and that's how he is expelled? They think he endangered her life? I'm so evil.
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Leta LeStrange, Newt Scamander x Reader
Information: Y/N = your name
A/N: GUESS WHO’S BACK
“Guess who” Newt heard as two hands were placed in front of his eyes, making it unable to see the piece or parchment he was writing on. He chuckled. “Leta I know it’s you. I don’t have many other friends do I?” he said. Leta giggled and let herself fall on a chair beside him. “What are you working on?” she asked, her eyes twinkling when she saw the drawing he had made. Newt grinned, looking around to see if someone was sitting close to them. “I have a Nundu” he whispered. “A NUNDU!?” “Shh!” he warned her. “How in the name of Merlin do you get one!?” Leta whispered. Newt shrugged his shoulders. “I have my connections.”
Little did Newt know, that he shouldn’t have told this to his secret girlfriend. Poor boy thought he could trust her, but he was very, very wrong.
“Can I see him?” Leta asked. “Who?” “The Nundu you dork” she giggled and punched his shoulder friendly. It was far past curfew when they were sitting on the edge of the forbidden forest. They are used to this, since Leta wants to keep their relationship a secret. “Oh eh, I don’t know” Newt said. “Don’t you trust me?” she asked, looking hurt. “Of course I do!” he said and kissed her lightly, a blush spreading across his freckled face. “I just don’t want you to get hurt” “I won’t” she said, standing up and giving him a hand to pull him up as well. “Fine” he said. “Tomorrow”
Newt loved the look on Leta’s face every time he showed her a new creature. It was like she had control over him. A little smile, some flirty remarks and a kiss would do to get Newt to do everything for her. So he brought her to the Nundu often. She asked him unusual questions such as ‘how can I make him follow me?’ and ‘does he have a specific taste? Like does he prefer older wizards or younger if he attacks?’ Newt didn’t think much of it, mostly because he was in a sort trance every time they were together. He was head over heels for her, and it was hard to keep it a secret.
But then it changed.
On one cold day, when Newt was just sitting under a tree looking at the notes he took from the lessons today, screams exploded from inside the halls. He jumped up when people start running out of the building, screaming for help of professors. For some reason, Newt knew exactly what was going on. He rushed inside, hearing a loud ‘roar’ coming from upstairs. There, on the end of the hallway, stood Leta. Her face had a dark expression, her lips curled into a creepy grin.
“HOW DARED SHE” you jumped up, fists ready to fight. Newt chuckled and quickly wiped away the tear that formed in the corner of his eye. “It’s okay Y/N” he said, pulling you down so you sat next to him again. “No it’s not. It’s her fault you got expelled!” “At least the Nundu is fine” he nodded at the big rock where the creature was sleeping on. “Don’t try to change subject” you warned him. Newt sighed. “It’s long ago, it’s fine I promise” “You don’t look fine. And if you were fine, you wouldn’t keep her photograph with you” you said. Newt bit his lip and avoided your eyes. “Newt.. You still love her don’t you?” you asked quietly. You’ve grown quite fond of the British guy in just a couple days. Newt shrugged his shoulders. “I try not to” he admitted. “I’ve found someone way better” he laughed awkwardly. “I know you would never do something like that” he now looked deep into your eyes. “You thought that about her too” you said. “And still-” “I know you’re different Y/N. Even though I haven’t known you for long.” he interrupted you. You smiled shyly at his kind words and looked at a creature on your left. Newt grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him again. “Do you love me?” he asked you. Your eyes widened and you were unable to answer. Of course you loved him. Newt smiled when he saw your face turning a very dark shade of red. He leaned closer and places his soft lips on yours.
“Yes.” “What?” asked Newt a couple hours later. He turned around to face you. “Yes. I do love you” you said. Newt laughed. “Yeah, I figured that out when you kissed me back”
Hello, I love your imagines! Could you write one from the death cure of newt and the reader? Newt tells the reader he loves her for the first time. It’s a bunch of fluff really. 💖 thanks love.
Heya, thank you 💕 For sure! It will be queued up after a Gally imagine ✨
I hope THIS sends. If it's ok, I saw that Tbs was taken but tmr wasn't, so could you do one where you REALLY like Newt but you're friends with Gally, and Newt gets super protective of you because he thinks you like Gally, but Minho, Gally, and Thomas set up a plan to get you two together? And fluff to the max.. If you do I would REALLY appreciate it, but I understand if you don't. I absolutely LOVE your writing. Thank you so much
It did sent, and thanks for checking my writing list before requesting. As I said to the anon that sent a Gally request, I don’t think I’ll be writing for TMR unless I feel especially motivated for a specific request. I’m realy sorry about this, but I hope that you understand that I’ve done sooooo much for TMR already.
Request by anon: Y/n is a greenie who put “walls” up to hide her true emotions. everyone sees her as this strong, undefeatable girl. One night Newt had a nightmare and went walking around, and into the dead heads. He foind Y/N sobbing. They end up talking and Newt admits his feelings for her, and vice versa
A/N: This is written in Newt’s P.O.V. so the pronouns for the reader will be she/her but I’ll still be putting Y/N for the reader’s name. Hehe, Hope you enjoy this!
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“Good night, Y/N!” Newt call out to her as he stood with a hand on the half-open door to his room. If only she knew how difficult it was for him to keep his voice from shaking or to not stutter on his words whenever he talked to her. The Second in Command gripped the doorknob in his hand tightly, eager for to hear her voice respond to him.
She beamed a smile at his direction and Newt swore his knees went weak. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in the pale moonlight as she met with his. Suddenly, he could feel my heart bumping up to beat a hundred miles an hour as she her beautiful voice replies with a fierce “G’night, shank!”
He watched as the turned, her hair dancing gracefully as she spun almost as if in slow motion, and began skipping the other direction. He could hear her exchange sarcastic good night greetings and joking threats to the other Gladers as he forced myself into his room - before he could get caught staring at her again.
Newt shut the door behind him and rested his back onto it, placing a fist over his heart and pounding at his chest in attempt to calm himself down. He sighed, looking up at the ceiling and cursing at himself slightly with how smitten he was over her. Y/N always had a way of playing at his bloody heartstrings ever since she was brought up to the Glade.
It wasn’t just because she was the only female in the Glade, nor was it because she was a beyond stunning girl. Sure, he easily got distracted by her radiant grin that could brighten any Glader’s day, her hypnotising eyes that he could stare all day into, her delicate hands that he so badly wanted to touch, and her pink lips that he could only dream of kissing but it was more than just a physical attraction.
He was attracted to her as a person. He truly admired her. She looked like a goddess within the Glade but she wasn’t too different from anyone, really - except that she probably embodied the strength of everyone combined. Physical strength was debatable (but honestly, it didn’t surprise Newt if he found Gally sprawled on the ground, defeated by her) but Y/N was undeniably the strongest teenager in the Glade with her fighting spirit.
She was the one who came up the box and didn’t cry her eyes out. Unconventionally, she did attack them the second she was dragged into the Glade but now that was a fun and threatening memory that every Greenie got told. When she found out all about the Glade, she simply nodded and immediately made herself useful in any possible way.
Y/N did a little bit of everything - the only thing she wasn’t good at was being a Med-Jack but it was mostly because she hated waiting for work instead of actually doing work. That alone was admirable enough but the entire fact that she was so hard working, persevering and unfazed about the situation she found herself in was what inspire Newt the most.
To him, it was just so bloody motivating to see someone so strong despite everything that’s happened to them. She would keep working and smiling no matter what, lifting up everyone else’s spirits along the way. She wouldn’t let anyone walk over her either, ready with a snarky comment with her quick-witted attitude. Y/N had the remarkable combination of fierce yet gentle, respected and looked up to but always approachable (perhaps except for him because he constantly found himself stutterign around her) and friendly, hardworking yet compassionate, and a leader but also a follower that inspired others to be like her. She was the undefeated Glader, the embodiment of hope in the Glade.
Newt let out another sigh and light pound to his chest before he started walking over to his bed, He didn’t realize that all that time thinking about her he was still standing by his door. He stripped off his bag, machete and hoodie before climbing into his bed. His brown eyes staring up at the ceiling, dancing between the wooden panels above. He licked his upper lip, still consumed by his thoughts.
Newt couldn’t get Y/N out of his mind but that wasn’t something new. If he was honest, he wanted to protect her even though he was pretty sure she’d never need a guardian because she was her own. But Newt hated the world and he knew well of how it could destroy even the strongest people. He never saw weakness in her but he was scared that the world would get to her one day and she would never deserve that.
Bloody hell, a person like her didn’t deserve to be in a situation like this at all! She was such a good-hearted, happy and strong character. He wanted to hurt the Creators for sending her up to a place like this. All he wished for her was the best life she could have because if it were anyone who deserved goodness, love and life, it would be her.
Newt sighed once more, rolling to his side and finally letting his eyelashes flutter to his cheeks. He swore each day that he fell more and more for her that he would help her in any way he could to get that life she deserved, uncaring if she ever noticed him or not for it. He just wanted to see her radiating spirit surrounded not by suffering and hate, but with the love and life that she should have had to begin with.
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His limbs flailed upwards, forcing him to sit up as his eyes shot open and a loud gasp escapes him. His chest rose and fell fiercely as he struggled for breath, eyes darting around the darkness of his room frantically.
No Ivy. No cemented walls. He was in his room. He wasn’t sprawled on the Maze floor. There wasn’t a vine of ivy wrapped around his shattered ankle. He didn’t jump. Never again. He was in his room. He was safe.
Balls of sweat decorated his face and body and his hands balled into fists that gripped at his thin sheets. He could still feel the tremble that rocked his bones from within.
It was a dream. A nightmare. He was okay. He didn’t jump again. Y/N wasn’t looking at him with a disgusted expression like the pathetic, scared Glader he felt like he was in his dream. That part of him was over. He was okay. He wasn’t dying. He was alive. He was okay.
He repeated it to himself over and over again but as the minutes ticked on but he couldn’t find himself to be at all convinced. His breathing didn’t slow and his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest.
Newt frustratingly ran his hand through his dampened locks before swinging his legs off the edge of his bed, lazily stuffing his feet into his sneakers and then getting up and walking out of his hut without a second thought. He tried shaking his nightmare thoughts away as the cold night air bit at the bare skin of his lean arms. He treaded out of the Homestead quietly, through the sleeping bodies, and made his way to the Deadheads.
It was a strangely comforting place to be alone. It was dense He often went there to relax on nights like this, although it had been a good while since this happened. He let out a sigh as he walked through the dark woods, leaves and twigs crunching beneath his feet.
Being surrounded by the trees under the pale moonlight and silence of the stars already started to comfort him. He stopped for a moment, in no particular spot and took a deep, calming breath. He held it for a while, shutting his eyes and trying to remember all the good things in life - until a sound just the opposite found his ears. He exhales slowly, trying his best to keep quiet and focused on his hearing.
It sounded like someone was crying. Crying a lot. Suddenly, he felt his heart shatter because it sounded like a girl crying - and there was only one girl in the Glade. The girl that would never cry.
This was worse than his nightmare. His body moved towards the sobbing noises, finding confidence to move towards her as quickly as possible. What would cause the strongest one in the Glade to breakdown like this? Newt’s heart raced towards her, wanting only to take away whatever it was troubling her.
“Y/N,” escapes his lips as a breath when he found her by a large tree, knees to her chest and face buried into her hands. Her head shot up at the call of her name, her eyes wide and teary with lips parted in shock.
He moved swiftly towards her, concern overriding any nerves he felt when he usually interacted with her. She was wiping her tears away fiercely as he approached, obviously trying to hide her crying and stop her tears.
He crouched by her and gently put a hand to her arm, that she shook away causing him to frown a bit. “Are you alright?” he asked and found it stupid the moment he did because she so obviously wasn’t. “Are you hurt? What happened?”
She shook her head and forced on a smile, “N-no.” she breathed and then sniffled, “I-I-I’m fine! What are you talking about Newt? Something was just… in, uh, my eye and all.”
She wasn’t. Newt noted that her voice pitched higher than usual. Her eyes didn’t sparkle like the ferocity she had but because of the tears that welled in them. He felt the aching grow in his chest. A scowl formed on his lips and his eyebrows furrowed.
Y/N noticed, taking a sharp breath before she spoke, “Really, Newt, I’m f-fine. Nothing to see here. Just taking a midnight walk, couldn’t quite sleep yet.”
And with that she stood, and Newt was so scared that she was going to walk away, which she probably was, so he instantly grabbed her wrist. Her wide eyes met his concerned ones and a small silence fell on them. It felt like his voice was stuck in his throat while a million things ran through his head.
She let out a bitter laugh just as he worked out the confidence to say something. She yanked her wrist away from him, “I don’t need a pity party, Newt.” and there was a second of utter grief that crossed her face while she glared up at him, “I told you, just something in my eye. I’m fine. Completely fine. I’m not even crying. So if you would be so polite, just let me go alr-“
“You’re not fine.” Newt interrupts and irritation quickly grew on her face but he couldn’t stand to see her lying. It felt like he slammed into the Maze floor after a jump again when he finally saw it, and he never felt so blind before. All this time of watching her and falling for her, how could he have missed it?
She was going to open her mouth and respond something as bitter as her laugh a moment ago but he grew the confidence to speak first, “You don’t have to lie to me, Y/N. I know what you’re feeling, trust me, because I’ve buggin’ been there: trying to be strong and denying everything around you. I know what it’s like to hate this place and be so broken by it. It’s what this place does, it keeps us bloody trapped here, killing us even when we don’t know it. ”
The pain and hurt expressed on her face increased as he broke down more and more of what she truly felt. He felt tears tempting to well in his own eyes as hers filled with them, some already rolling down her cheeks as she looked anywhere but him. He frowned, “It’s nothing to be ashamed about. It’s okay.”
Her watery eyes met his all of the sudden, “No it’s not okay!” she snapped, raising her voice at him. “Look, congratu-shucking-lations to you Newt for being the only one who figured me out - you deserve a shucking reward!”
Her words hit him like a knife and he looked away for a moment, feeling awful for being so upfront before looking back to her hurt expression as she continued speaking through sobs. “Y-yeah! Alright? You’re right! I’m broken. I’ve always sh-shucking have been. I’m scared of everything! Everything about the Glade and the Maze and dying - and I don’t want any of this! I’m so shucking scared out of my mind, I come her every night just to ball my eyes out cause I’m so shucking pathetic!”
“Yet all of you think I’m some kind of warrior - some kind of hero, and I am not!! Absolutely not! I’m just a piece of klunk who pretends like she is just so no one could be bothered cause there are so many other important things we should worry about!” she choked on a sob before she continued, “C-cause ever since that first day, I’ve been known to be ‘strong’ but I just did all of that cause I was so shucking terrified! I’m not strong at all - I’m weak! The weakest shucking link around here!”
“I don’t even know who I’m supposed to be anymore! I hate it here and I hate myself! I’ve just been pretending to be this warrior princess in the klunk of a place - and everyone loves her but that’s not me! I’m really just a shank who’s too scared of everything so I lie to each and everyone of you every single shucking day! If everyone knew a-about this- this shuck-faced piece of klunk that I really am- th-then I’m just sh-shucking better off with the Grievers!” she yells out her last sentence, her voice cracking in desperation as her sobbing overtook her and she crumbled to her knees on the ground, burying her face in her hands as she sobbed loudly.
Newt felt the tears roll down his cheeks as he spoke and a small sob escaped him as he watched her fall. He quickly crouched down to her and wrapped his long arms around her.
She writhed underneath him, “L-let me go! I d-don’t want your sympathy! Shuck off, Newt!” she yelled and the more she did, the firmer his grip became. He bit at his bottom lip to force him to cry silently as she sobbed against his chest.
She stopped struggling against him after a moment and Newt took this opportunity to speak. “You’re wrong.” he starts, fighting to keep his voice stable. “You’re not weak at all. Not one bloody bit. I’ve always thought that you were the strongest one here in the Glade, because of your fighting spirit, and after this - I know I’ve been right all along.”
He felt her relax a bit underneath him, sniffling here and there but it was obvious she was listening. “The sole fact that you buggin’ feel like this every single day and night but still get up each day and fight through the day with a smile - that shows just how bloody strong you are, Y/N. It’s not pathetic at all, it’s shucking admirable. You fight on despite everything you’re feeling and not a lot of people can do that. A lot of them give up.” he paused for a moment, feeling guilty as he said that. “They give up and just want it all to end and do stupid things - but not you. You never give up even when your world is screaming for you to.”
“You’re not pretending to be someone else, Y/N. This is you. You’re so bloody selfless, brave, and strong. You carry all this on your little shoulders, all on your own, and never once thought of dumping your worries on any one else. Your tears aren’t weakness, they’re a sign that you’re still fighting. That you may be hurting like hell now but you’re going to wake up and persevere in the morning.” he pulls back slightly and he looks into her eyes as she looked up at him, “You are so strong, Y/N. I wish I could be more like you.”
A small smile finds his lips as he looked down at her. He knew it was hard for her to believe all that he was saying so he continued after brushing a strand of hair away from her face, “You care so much about everyone else. The fact that you persevere for others and not for yourself just proves how much strength you have in you, Y/N. But please,” he begged, “Please look after yourself. You have to. You have to think about yourself.”
“You opening up to me was so brave. I know how bloody hard that must have been for you, but I want you to know that I am here for you. You have been inspiring me every day you got here with your fighting spirit and as I learn more about you just now, trust me when I say you’re inspiring me even more. Ever since you got here, the Glade has never felt more hopeful. Every time I see you, I just know that there has to be something good out there because it gave us you.”
He didn’t exactly realize that what he said possibly revealed that he liked her, until he noticed the tint of red that sprinkled over her cheeks as she looked up at him. He suddenly felt a gulp in his throat and he couldn’t look at her eyes for a moment, but he forced himself to continue, “I believe that you deserve the absolute best in life so please, don’t carry all of this by yourself. Don’t drive yourself over the edge with feelings you’ll bottle up inside you. I’m here for you. I always have been and I swear that I always will.”
He looked back and supplied a small smile just for her. He noticed her lip tremble for a moment before a small smile finds her lips too and tears well in her eyes again before she wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him tightly. Her head was pressed against his chest as they embraced.
“Thank you.” she whispered.
Newt smiled as he hugged her back tightly, “There’s no need to thank me, Y/N. I’d like to thank you, actually, who knew it would take you screaming at me to finally, really talk to you.” he chuckled.
She lifted her head up to look at him and chirped, “What do you mean ‘finally’?”
He gulped. Oh, klunk. He just said that, didn’t he? “U-uh,” he stuttered, “I-I just, uh, always wanted to talk with you… you know? I-I mean, we have in the past, here and there, b-but it was never just the two of us and I’ve always wanted to just bloody talk to you.”
Heat was quickly rising to his cheeks and he could get himself to look at her directly, “I-I hope that doesn’t sound creepy, it probably shucking does but uh, you know, I just, uh, you inspire me a lot. I-I really admire you… e-everything about you. I-I… I just, uh,”
Y/N licked her lips as he watched him stutter, her heart racing as fast as his. “I know.” she breathed out and Newt snapped his head down to look at her. “I- I mean, I know what you mean… b-because I feel the same way.”
She bit at her bottom lip and Newt felt his mouth part slightly in shock, a visible blush formed on her cheeks. “I think I, um, I would have honestly punched anyone in the face without thinking twice if someone found me like this. B-but it wasn’t just, anyone else. It was you. A-and, I’ve always admired you too, you know?”
Newt’s eyes went wide in shock and he looked at her to continue, not making eye contact as she did. “D-during the first few days, I wasn’t even thinking of a-acting strong but then I saw you who was so helpful and happy to me during those days and I thought, I-I need to be like this guy, even in this klunky place we’re in.” then she let out a little giggle that honestly made his heart melt, “Plus, H-he’d never like someone so frail and scared, so pathetic.”
“You’re not pathetic.” he said immediately, making her look up at him with those wide, sweet eyes again. “And it doesn’t matter. You’re you and I, uh, well, I like you.”
Her breath seemed to hitch when he said that and his heart honestly skipped a beat. Her not responding didn’t help at all. She kind of just looked at him wide eyed and her little lips were parted and she said nothing for a while.
He loosened his embrace on her, pulling back slightly and looking away for a moment but then she suddenly crashed into him. Back into his chest, burying her face in it as she mumbled, “I like you, too. Always have.”
Newt blinked down at her, and he smiled, nodded and embraced her. “Don’t ever be afraid, okay? To have bloody feelings and to be vulnerable. I’m going to be there for you, I always have been but I hope you know that I really will be now.”
Y/N lifted her head up to face him. She looked up to him, smiling the most genuine smile he ever saw on her face, “Don’t worry, I’ve always known.”
Newt smiled down at her and he knew that from then on, he and Y/N no longer had to be silently there for each other through the nightmares and the walls that they both had. As they intertwined their fingers together while they walked out of the Deadheads and while Newt looked down at her soft smile and wet lashes, he knew that he loved her more than he could admit right now but there would be another night for that.
Since it was my day off and everyone else was busy, Alby had asked me to take the few supplies left to the Med-Jacks hut. In the crate I carried were all the medical stuff, including some medicine in little glass containers.
And I had to be a shuck slinthead and accidentaly drop the crate.
“Oh, holy klunk…” I mumbled, dropping to my knees to analyze the damage. “Oh, no. Oh, no…”
“What are you up to, love?” Newt’s happy-go-lucky voice asked me, and my eyes grew wide.
“Newt!” I exclaimed in nervousness, fearing how he would react.
“Slim it” He chuckled when he saw my face. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”
“I dropped it… I shucked up…” I frowned in apprehension. “Oh my god, what have I done? This is horrible! I’m sorry!!”
“You bloody idiot…” He chuckled again, observing me and starting laughing openly. “But bloody cute”
“What?”
“We’re not gonna throw you in the bugging Slammer for this, yeah?” Gently, he held me by the arms and pulled me to my feet.
“But… I screwed up… I… the supplies…”
“We can save a few things” Newt calmly said, rummaging through the crate to see what had been left untouched.
He gave me three tiny bottles of smelly liquid that I guessed was medicine and a lot of bandages and ointments.
Then he flashed me a bright grin and shrugged.
“See? It’s not so bloody bad”
“You’re too kind, Newt…” I glanced from the good supplies in my hands and the broken containers of medicine that remained on the crate.
Can I have a TMR Newt Prompt. "You are my destruction. I can't think straight around you."
I didn’t really know what to write from this, so this is what I came up with. I hope you like it!
I took a little breather from carrying the supplies from the Box to the Homestead. As I put the crate down, I heaved a sigh and wiped the sweat off my forehead.
I felt someone staring at me, so I glanced around until I met with a familiar face.
Newt was staring at me with a cheeky glance. Even when I caught his eye, he didn’t avert his gaze from me.
I grinned and waved at him and he did the same. Still from afar, watching him grin made me happy, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.
Just because that shank was smiling.
I winked an eye at him and kept on with my work.
Just moments later, I walked back from the Homestead. I had finally finished carrying all the supplies and was headed for the tallest tree of the Glade, to sit under its shadow and rest for a moment.
Just as I was halfway there, someone collided with me from behind in a bear hug as two arms wrapped around my stomach.
“Finally hugging you, love” A musical voice said softly in my ear.
“We literally saw each other two minutes ago” I giggled, resting my hands over his on my stomach. “Remember, when you were shamelessly staring at me from a distance?”
“Yeah, but I wanted to hold you so bugging bad” He squeezed me against his chest and smiled in content.
Newt gave me a little kiss in the neck that sent pleasant shivers down my spine.
I turned around to be face to face with him and smirked as I placed my arms over his shoulders, keeping close to him.
“You really can’t stay away from me, huh?”
“No, I actually can’t”
“How come, Newt?” I asked him smugly, already knowing the answer.
“You are my destruction. I can’t think straight around you” He glanced at me with those eyes, in a way that made me want to melt, with so much love. “I can only think about you and about how much I bloody love you”
I only noticed a smile had grown on my lips when it did on Newt’s too.
“We should get back to work” I told him in spite of myself, knowing Alby would be here soon to tell us off for slacking.
“Later” The blond just said, pulling me in closer and giving me a kiss on the head.
{I think this was an anonymous request, but I also may have lost the username to the requester. If this was your idea send me a message and I'd be happy to give you credit!} Request/description: I don't really know if someone asked this but,here: Newt seeing your hands with marks because of the cooking learning you had gone through in the glade and taking care of your new injury. Warnings: None Word count: 1078 *** "Ouch!" you yelp and pull your hand close to your heart. You send a glare to the sizzling pan that nearly roasted your finger to medium rare. You let out a tired sigh and step to the cluttered sink. Turning the water on to as frigid it would go, you push a couple pots and pans out of the way to make room for your hand. The water feels good on your blistering finger, making soothing waves of relief flow over it. "Again, Greenie?" Frypan lets out an exasperated breath and shakes his head. "Sorry," you mutter and push your eyes closed, still feeling the heat seeping out of your finger. "I guess cooking isn't the thing for me." Frypan tilts his head to the side and studies you for a moment, resting against the countertop. "No, I wouldn't say that you're a natural, but you could always learn." You frown. Did you want to learn how to work in the kitchens after all of the burns you had just acquired? You stare at the red sensitive blisters on both your arms and hands. They would take weeks to heal, and even at that, you'd always be getting more if you worked here. It just seemed a little pointless, actually. When you didn't answer, Frypan tossed the dirty rag that had been resting on his shoulder into the sink. "You go get patched up, Greenie. I'll finish here." You stopped rotating your hand under the cool water and looked up to him with curiosity. "Really? Thanks!" After the thought of something to take the heat out of the burns, you hurriedly turned off the water and took off the stained white apron. Frypan gave one last chuckle and shake of his head as you practically flew out the door. Trying to remember where the med-jacks were located, you wandered around the wide Glade a bit, glancing into some of the buildings at the working boys. You located the Slicers and Builders, but you still were lost when it came to the Med-jacks. On your right you started to pass the Gardens when a familiar face stopped you. "Hey, Greenie. What're you holding your hand like that for?" Newt wiped sweat from his forehead and sat up from his kneeling position in the dirt. He looked like he had just rolled around in the soil instead of pulling weeds from it. His hair was disheveled and streaks of dirt followed his hairline. Smudges of mud chased his cheekbones and his hands were nearly black with the damp earth covering them. He was quite the site. "Looking for the -Med-jacks, actually," you reply and stand a little taller, letting your hand you were cradling fall to your side. When you lowered it however, you could feel your pulse beating against the wounds sides. Without even realizing it, you had instinctively lifted it back to your chest. "What for?" Concern creased his brow and he wiped his hand across it again, leaving another defined smudge. You held your arms out to him, rotating them so he could see the ridiculous burns you'd earned. You almost wanted to laugh, but instead you winced. "What on earth has Frypan been doing? Making you handle coals?" Newt wiped his dirty hands on his knees and stepped up to you. He gently took a closer inspection of your arms. "No," you laugh humorously. "Turns out I'm just really bad around heat. Or hot things in general." Once he looked back to your eyes, you lowered your arms. "Well I bet I have something better than the Med-jacks. Give me a minute, yeah? I'll meet you at one of Frypans tables." You nodded, wondering what he could possibly have that the Med-jacks didn't. You shrugged and made your way back to Frypans kitchen, only you sat outside of it this time, at one of the freshly cleaned tables. Newt didn't take long, maybe a minute or two. You saw him jogging towards you with his fingers wrapped around something green with what looked like little thorns on the sides. He took a seat next to you and laid the green strips on the table. You eyed them. A memory itched at the inside of your skull but you hit a solid wall, like you always did. With a sigh, you held out your arms once again. "What is that?" You eyed the green plant that Newt was hovering over one of your many burns. His eyes met yours but went back to your arm. "Aloe Vera. It's a plant that helps with burns." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he squeezed the plant and a thick green gel plopped onto your arm, instantly making your burn feel a hundred times cooler than the water ever did. You let out a small gasp and Newt chuckled. Newt kept doing this, to every one of the angry red marks on your skin. You couldn't believe what relief a simple gel brought; you were just glad it did. Maybe they wouldn't take as long to heal now. After Newt used every piece from the plant he had, he sat back, relaxed. "Better?" He crossed his arms with a satisfied grin. "Much, thank you." The Aloe Vera seemed to be soaking into your skin, regardless of how much he'd put on in the first place, but you could still feel the effects long after your skin had dried. "Why couldn't the Med-jacks have done that?" You ask, curious. Newts brow shot up, amused. "Oh, they could've done that, probably much better than I did too. But I wanted to spend time with you and use that buggin' plant for once." You didn't know what to do at first, stay silent or smile, but you surprised yourself by laughing. "Well thank you for that." Newt had a content smile on his face as he watched your eyes light up. "You'll probably want some more tomorrow, and you know where to find me." Did he know you well enough already that he knew you wouldn't go to the Med-jacks? Probably. He seemed sure of it anyways, and you'd be darned if he wasn't right. A silly thought popped into your mind as he started walking away. If you became a cook with Frypan, maybe you could suffer a few burns. After all, Newt made everything seem just a little bit better.
