in which they both have lots of scars.
fem!reader x newt scamancer, feedback is appreciated
Y/N had always been keen to trouble. If you thought that Newt had a lot of scars, you sure as hell haven’t seen Y/N. There wasn’t an inch of her skin that wasn’t painted with marks and dents. Of course she hid it well, she was used to hiding, a secretive thing she was, but if it wasn’t for her trouble challenging self she would have never met the magizoologist.
They had met on accident, or actually a dragon in need of saving had brought them together. Y/N was faster to find the little thing, being the talented witch she was, what she wasn’t talented in was reasoning. That’s where the hello trouble part came in, no matter how talented in witchcraft her wand was out of her reach and she only had her bare hands left to protect the poor baby dragon. That’s how Newt found her, a group of wizards stood around the woman who was grasping the Norwegian Ridgeback to her chest, using her body as a shield to protect it. If the blue coated wizard wouldn’t have shown up in the exact moment Y/N would have never even made it, her body shaking as the wizards showed her no mercy, disgusted at how she’d go that far to protect a dragon.
He had to patch her up that night, Y/N falling in and out of consciousness, grabbing Newt by his shirt with the last strength she had to ask if the fire breathing baby was okay. Newt was amused by the woman’s care, he’s never met another mage who’d see a beast’s worth higher than a penny. Maybe that’s why he immediately took a liking to Y/N, greeting her with a shy smile as she woke up the next morning, looking around in his brief case of magical creatures. That’s how they came to be, Y/N, with her impulsiveness, and Newt, with his shy self, the gang of fantastic beasts.
Currently they were back in America, to visit the Goldstein sisters. Y/N didn’t mind them at all, but she much more preferred to be alone or to be just with Newt. So naturally the two didn’t see each other much this week, Y/N didn’t even have time to tell the wizard that she has tracked a hippogriff that was illegally transferred to the states. Or not even the lack of time, it was more or less Newt ignoring her. He has been so caught up with spending time with Tina Y/N felt long forgotten. Thing is, she really did like the man, like a lot,
like more than just like, she has grown fond of him during their travels, not having any other people in her life besides creatures. So naturally she felt insulted, wounded even, far worse pain than any scar that lingered on her body, that he had forgotten her. And so in her deep sorrow she has decided to save the winged bird horse herself.
The scums holding the beast gave Y/N no trouble, low levels that didn’t even know how to contain a hippogriff themselves. But that’s where the hard part came in, the animal was so disrespected and hurt Y/N could barely get it back to Newt’s case. It was chained, the metal tightly digging into his neck as the creature flared at Y/N. She sighed bowing down to the hippogriff she already decided to name Silverstein, him inspecting her carefully as she took a step closer, completely ignoring if she was allowed to or not. The beast stood immediately on his back legs as she went closer, the chain tied to his neck hitting Y/N as she trashed to the ground, her wand flying out of her pocket as she rubbed the blood of her now bruised cheek. She, being her Slytherin self, immediately grew frustrated. All she wanted was to help and she was going to do so. She stood, looking Silverstein right in the eye as she charged for his neck, the beast’s beak digging into her side as she clung at his feathers, a scream ripping though her throat. But as she fell back, the chain from the hippogriff did too, setting it free as he stepped back, extending his wings to stretch.
The owner of the magical creatures was just getting down to his brief case as he heard Y/N yelling. The hair on the back of his neck immediately stood up, skin erupting to goosebumps as he ran to the sound, finding a hippogriff he’s never seen before and Y/N in a pile of her own blood.
“Merlin’s beard, what did you do?” Newt kneeled down to the witch, trying to get a better look at her wound but she only pushed him away, standing up with shaky legs as she held onto her side, completely drenched in red. He mustn’t see.
“Well, you were too busy and this guy needed help.” She explained, Newt frowning at her words.
“So you decided you’d rather rescue him alone?”
“Well I did it, didn’t I?”
“Y/N, you’re about to pass out, you taming a hippogriff is about the same as muggle pigs starting to spit dragon fire.” He said angry not at how reckless the woman he’s fallen in love with was. He loved her for that too, but the fact that she wouldn’t even tell him actually hurt him. And she was hurt now too, as he looked back at her, it wasn’t the physical pain that was in her eyes, but what Newt said, an insult shooting her like an arrow straight to the chest.
“Then tame him.” She spat, turning around, falling at first, but as the freckled man reached to help she stood again, wincing horribly as she walked off. She made it to the shed, feeling around her clothes for her wand without any luck, and fuck it then she’s going to do this the muggle way. She looked around the room, finding the first aid kit they had just for the strangest emergencies like this, Y/N sitting down as she yelled out in pain again, the gash on her side flooding the floor immediately. She ripped her shirt, bottom lip bruising from the way she was biting it to contain more screams, as she began to clean the wound. She didn’t even know why she was so angry with Newt, well she did, she was hurt, and jealous, and even more sad because hell, he’d never like her. They were just allies, people with similar goals, two creature loving freaks. She was beyond too irrational for the man, Newt’s moves were always counted and careful, gentle even, his shyness making him incredibly observant and vary of his surroundings. While Y/N was a mess, scattered with the ugliest scars, she was a hurricane, destroying everything she touched, people running away from her the moment their eyes too sight of her. That’s why she had no one, Newt was just caring enough to help her out, but she should’ve left the same night they met in Norway, she shouldn’t have staid to only bring so much trouble into his life everyday day.
Tears filled her eyes now, trembling hands going by her wound with a needle and a thread as she shook violently with everything building up inside. Another ugly scar she’s placing upon herself, a taint showing how nobody could ever love her — the creaking of the door made her raise her eyes, Newt standing upon her as she looked down again. She tried to stand then, trying the hide herself behind what was left of her shirt, the needle and thread still hanging from her wound that she was surprised she has stopped screaming about. But then a set of warm hands were on her, her eyes coming to meet a pair of calming blue ones as Newt pulled out his wand, murmuring a spell for her flesh to heal. The moment her skin stuck together she pulled away, trying to hide behind her damn shirt.
“Y/N, did you forget how we met? You mustn’t hide your scars, I’ve known about them since the day I first laid my eyes on you. And I don’t mind. Is this what it’s all about? Wait — are you jealous?” He asked, the witch’s mouth slightly agape because god no, the night she was passed out he helped her recover, he saw her wounds, yet even knowing about them he stuck by.
“Me? Jealous? Don’t be silly, Newton, what could I be possibly jealous of?” She tilted her head away, in an offended manner as Newt smiled at her.
“It’s fine, Y/N. I’m sorry that I’ve been ignoring, you should’ve told me rather than going on foolish adventures by yourself. Also, I didn’t mean what I said back there. For someone who has never dealt with a hippogriff—”
“Silverstein.” She interrupted.
“— you did great, I was just mad at the moment because I hate seeing you hurt. It was surprising how this week I didn’t notice that you were hurting because of me.” It was the wizard who darted his eyes away now, Y/N’s eyes wide at his confession but her heart quickly swelled, seeing him so concerned over her.
“You didn’t hurt me, maybe tad bit, but no you didn’t, don’t you dare blame yourself. It’s just me being stupid, ignore me from now on, okay? Just, please be happy. As long as you’re happy I’ll be okay.” She said, nodding to herself, more to herself even, to assure that she would actually follow what she just said.
“But, but how can I be happy when you’re not?” The corners of his mouth raised again, eyes shilly coming to look at her as the woman stared at him in shock now.
“But — but, Tina?” She only mustered.
“Tina? She’s a friend, Y/N. And you — you’re something special.” He smiled fully at her now, her own eyes starting to glisten. “We can be ugly scarred together.”
“We can be ugly scarred together.” She repeated, a smile spreading on her lips.