Request: Hiya! Could you please do and Newt x Reader where the reader is already in an arranged marriage but Newt takes her on an adventure to get away from her horrible family so they could get married in their own. But she’s scared because she doesn’t want to hurt him or put him in danger so he’s always there to call her nerves and protect her. P.s. Your writing is amazing! I hope you get to go somewhere big with it, have an amazing day!❤️
(A/N: Thank you so much! Your request is amazing and I had so much fun writing it!)
(A/N #2: This is gonna be a long one, y’all.)
You sat on the edge of a bed that would never truly be yours. It was too fancy, too elegant, to be your own. You missed your bed with it’s tattered handmade quilt and beaten down pillows. You twisted the fabric of the long white dress in your fingers. You would soon have to wear it down the isle to marry a man you had only met once in your entire life.
Jeremy had proposed two days ago. It was, of course, filmed and set to be aired on international television. It wasn’t often that a descendant of royalty proposed to a commoner. The ring was nice, expensive, a luxury you didn’t need. It was bigger than your finger and slipped off every time you washed your hands.
It didn’t fit like the ring you had hidden in the bottom of your jewelry container. That ring fit perfectly. It had a single diamond that glowed perfectly in the sunlight. You only got to wear the ring for one full day before you had to hide it away from the world.
The ring was given to you by your now ex-boyfriend. Well, ex-fiance. Newt Scamander. He had proposed to you only 4 days ago. You were ecstatic. The two of you had been dating for seven years. You had started dating in your 5th year of Hogwarts. You had graduated top of your class. Newt had been there to support you through all of the good times, and all of the bad.
You heard a faint knock on your door. “Come in,” you said, barely a whisper.
Your dad opened the door. He had been the only one in the family on your side through this whole ordeal. You burst into tears as he walked into the room.
“Oh, no. Come here, sweetheart,” he said, pulling you tightly into his chest.
“I can’t believe Mum’s making me do this,” you cried out.
“Your mum is mistaken, (y/n). She thinks that this marriage will unite the magical and non magical world. I’m afraid that that won’t happen if you aren’t happy in the marriage,” your dad whispered.
“What if I don’t marry him? What if I run away?” you ask quietly.
“It’s technically illegal to force you into an arranged marriage, but the royal family will find a way around that. You’d have to be on the run for quite some time. You could only return once the prince was married off to another girl.”
“What about you and Mum?” you ask with a small sniffle.
“We’d have to act like we didn’t know where you went. Well, your mum wouldn’t have to act. I obviously wouldn’t tell her about this. We wouldn’t be able to see you.”
A sob escaped your throat. “I don’t think I can do this without you. Who would I even stay with?”
There was a knock at your door, louder than your dad’s. You opened the door. “I heard someone needs a rescue,” Newt said, case in hand. You flung your arms around him, almost tackling him to the ground.
Newt shut the door behind him. “I’m afraid that the Ministry is most likely tracking apparation as well as the Floo Network. The only chance we have is by car.”
You looked at your dad. “You’re okay with this?” He nods.
“You’re my daughter, (y/n). I will do anything to make sure you live a happy and fulfilled life. Even treason.”
You hugged your dad tightly. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now I need to go before your mum gets suspicious.”
Your dad exits the room, leaving only you and Newt.”Do you have a case packed?” Newt asks quietly.
“I wish I could hear you say that at an alter,” Newt whispers, pulling you close to him.
“You will one day,” you say, your words muffled by his chest.
You grab a coat from the closet and slip on a pair of sunglasses, pulling the hood over your head. You grabbed your case and walked hand-in-hand out of the bedroom. The two of you were practically running to your car. You got in the driver’s seat and began driving. Far. Far. Away.
One year later and your nerves were getting the best of you. The sat on the floor of your new house, sobbing into your husband’s shoulder.
The two of you got married at the courthouse three weeks after you ran away from the alter.
“They’re going to find us.” you sob.
“Now, now, love, you and I both know I would never let that happen.”
“We’ve bought a house now. And furniture. They’re going to find us!”
“I don’t think the wizard cops are on the lookout for wizards buying chairs. They’re going to be looking in the muggle world, (y/n), I promise.”
Another sob leaves your chest and Newt’s shirt is covered in tears. You try to calm the crying, but that leads to you heaving in breaths. Newt gently rubs your back, while holding you to his chest. The two of you rock back and forth to the beat of a song that Newt was humming.
“I will always protect you, (y/n),” Newt whispers.
Two years later and you and Newt were married with a baby girl on the way. You still hadn’t had contact from either of you parents, and it crushed you. Today you were sprawled out on the couch in your living room.
“Newt, come here quick!” you yell across the house.
Newt came sprinting in. “What’s wrong? Are you in labor? Do I need to call an ambulance?”
You shook your head. “No, love, she’s kicking.”
Newt gently placed his hand on your stomach. “I feel it.” He smiled up at you.
The telephone began ringing and Newt answered. “Hello, yeah she’s here.”
Newt hands you the phone. “Hey sweetheart,” you hear through the receiver.
“Dad?” you ask, tears filling your eyes.
“Yes, love, it’s me. The prince is married now. You’re free.”
A noise leaves your throat that is somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “Really?”
“Yes,” your dad replies. He’s obviously crying, too.
“Oh! I have big news!”
“Newt and I got married!” you begin.
“That’s not it - we’re having a baby girl. You’re going to be a grandpa!”
The two of you talk for hours while Newt sits beside you, contently waiting. You hang up the phone and lean onto Newt. “I guess everything worked out perfectly.”