Unconditionally (Credence Barebone x Reader)
A/N: Based on a request for a Credence imagine where the reader is a no-maj psychiatric med student that’s helping Credence through the trauma and abuse he has faced. Hope you like it!
“How are you feeling today?” You asked the young man in front of you. His dark hair was growing out, starting to get curly as it framed his face.
“Happy,” he told you, looking at his lap. His words were always short when he spoke to you, his eyes always looking away from yours. You wrote down during each session during the year you had been seeing him that he was a guarded person, doing what he thought he had to in order to avoid being in trouble.
“That’s good, Credence,” you told him with a smile. “Are you happy for any particular reason?” He didn’t respond. “Did you go out with your friends? I know that you mentioned your friend Newt last time; you said he knew a man with a bakery. Did you go there?”
“I didn’t go anywhere.”
“Do you want to talk about what’s making you happy?”
“I’m in love,” he whispered quietly. He fidgeted in his chair, his hands pulling at his sweater.
“That’s great, Credence!”
“I’m happy to love her,” he began lowly. “But she doesn’t love me.”
“Did you talk with her about it? Perhaps she does feel the same, Credence,” you pointed out as you took a quick note in your book about his feelings.
“I don’t see her much, but she’s the most important person in my life,” he admitted.
“But you want your relationship with her to be more,” you concluded. He nodded, looking up to look at your face that was filled with understanding. “You should try to see her more. It would help show that you’re interested and give you a chance to know her better.”
“Will she love me?”
“That’s up to her to decide.”
That evening you went out to a small boutique. You were searching for a new dress to wear to a party your friend was hosting later that week. You were searching through one of the racks when a blonde woman poked her head through and looked at you with a bright smile.
“Can I help you?” You exclaimed quietly, a hand pressing to your chest to try and calm your racing heart.
“You’re Credence’s doctor!” She smiled brightly. “He talks about you a lot, always saying that you help him so much. I’m really pleased to meet you!”
“Nice to meet you, too,” you responded with a tight smile. “So… you know Credence?”
“He lives with my sister and I,” she explained, walking around the rack to come stand beside you. “Are you looking for something here?”
“A new dress. My friend is having a party, and I don’t have anything to wear.”
“I love making dresses! You have to come home with me, honey, I have the perfect dress for you! ”
“I, uh, I don’t really kno-”
“It will only take a few minutes,” she pleaded, pouring innocently at you. Finally, you gave in with a sigh, allowing her to pull you out of the store. “I’m Queenie, by the way.”
When you entered her apartment, you were greeted by the sight of Credence and another man sitting in the living room. Credence was still wearing his black sweater from earlier. As soon as he noticed it was you following Queenie into the apartment, he sat up straighter, his eyes lingering on your relaxed expression.
“Mr. Scamander, this is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N,” she introduced you to the other man that was walking over to you.
“Actually, I’m not a doctor, yet,” you corrected her softly. “I still have to take my tests.”
“Well, it’s still lovely to meet you,” he greeted you with a small smile.
“Likewise,” you replied kindly. You saw Credence nervously inching towards your small group, your eyes flickering to his as you gave him a smile. “It’s nice to see you outside of the office, Credence.”
He just gave you a shy nod, watching as Queenie tugged you back to her bedroom where the dress was.
“You have feelings for him, don’t you?” She questioned as she searched through her closet for the dress. Your eyes widened as you stood by the window, a hand running through your hair nervously.
“H-He’s my patient,” you stammered out as she turned around with a smirk.
“It’s against the rules.”
“You sound just like my sister,” she huffed out jokingly. “What’s life without a little risk, Y/N? I know that Credence really likes you, maybe even loves you.”
“He did bring up a girl in our session today,” you trailed off, thinking about what he had said that afternoon. Were you the girl he was in love with?
“Go talk to him, I’ll be here looking,” she ordered gently, sending a wink in your direction. Your cheeks heated up as you briskly left the room, heading into the living room to find Credence sitting alone.
“Where did Mr. Scamander go?” You questioned, causing him to jump and look up at you from his book.
“His room,” Credence stated. “I can go get him if you want me to.”
“No, I want to talk to you about something,” you said nervously. Credence’s eyes shot up to yours, your breathing faltered as he genuinely looked at you.
“Did I do something?“
“No, it’s nothing bad,” you rushed out, noticing the scared look in his eyes. “I just… I was wondering what you would think of I asked you to join me for dinner tomorrow?”
“Is this a part of my healing process?”
“No,” you murmured, sitting beside him on the couch. “This is me asking the man I have feelings for to dinner. I was talking to Queenie, and she helped me to realize that what I’m feeling isn’t bad. I have to accept that I can’t stop thinking about you, Credence.”
“Y-You don’t mean that,” he stuttered out, looking at you through his shock. “You can’t love me back, you never showed me love before this-”
“I was following the rules. But now that I know how I feel, all I want is to break the rules.”
“You don’t even know how important you are to me,” he whispered. One of his hands shakily moved up to brush against your cheek. “Can I kiss you?”
“Please,” you breathed out before he pressed his lips softly to yours. When he pulled away, there was a dazed look in his eyes and a faint trace of a smile lingering on his lips.
“I never thought I’d fall in love with a doctor,” he chuckled.
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not a doctor,” you laughed. “So do feel free to fall in love with me.”
“I already am.”