“Newt, I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave your case unguarded like this.” Newt and Jacob were already climbing into the case while you stood outside.
“Y/n, everything will be fine. Its 2am in New York, I highly doubt someone will come along at this hour.“ You’re still hesitant and fiddled with your hands.
“And Y/n, the Erumpent will need your help.” Sighing, you step into the case and close the lid.
You were tending to the Erumpent when you heard a knock at the case. Your heartbeat got quicker as your thoughts began to race. Newt opened the case and stepped out, you followed, and then Jacob. You were met with the face of Tina and many unknown faces.
“Is that Scamander, Theseus Scamander, the war hero?“
“No, it’s his little brother.“ You hear people murmuring.
“Mr. Scamander, tell me, which one of your creatures did this?” Madame Picquery asked pointing to the floating body. You gasped at the marks on the No-Maj’s face.
“That’s not one of my creatures, those marks, this was an Obscurus.” Gasps ripples through the faces of the room.
“You go too far, Mr. Scamander, there are no Obscuruses in New York. Graves, impound his case!” Newt’s case flies from the ground and into Graves’ hand.
“Don’t hurt my creatures. Please, they’re not dangerous. They’re not dangerous!” Guards drag you, Newt and Tina away.
Newt continues to beg for his creatures’ safety. It breaks your heart, hearing such desperation in his voice. You’re put into a cold cell. You hear Tina apologizing, you understand, she never meant for this to happen.
“What’s an Obscurus, Obscurial thing?” you hear Jacob ask.
Newt proceeds to tell the story of the 8-year-old girl you two met in Sudan. You block him out, the story makes you too emotional. A banging makes you refocus,
“We’re here for Y/n L/n.” Newt stands in front of you protectively
“Why?” he questions.
“That’s none of your business.” They grab you and drag you to an interrogation room, Newts yelling can be heard in the distance.
“Now, you’ve been traveling with Mr. Scamander for… 5 years now?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Now, why would someone as smart as you travel with a Hogwarts drop-out?”
“Because, Mr. Graves, protecting these beasts are important, something every wizard should know that.”
“What about these creatures are important? They are dangerous, and the wizards should know. Now tell me. Which beasts did that to the No-Maj?”
“Mr. Graves, you can try to interrogate me all you want, if this is what you call interrogation. But These. Animals. Are. Not. Dangerous.” Your blood boils at the accusations. He doesn’t know these beasts.
“That’s all, take them to the next room. You may not be helpful here, but we can use you for something else.” You’re placed into a chair and held down.
You hear Newt and Graves talking in the next room. Newt sounds as passionate as you about his creatures.Suddenly, one of the guards puts his wand up to your temple. He takes a silvery substance from your head.
“We can’t actually make you scream in pain, but that doesn’t mean we can’t trick Scamander into thinking you’re hurt,” he gives you a devilish smile before performing some complicated spells.
Suddenly, your scream echoes from his wand. You here Newt begging Graves to stop hurting you. You desperately wanted to call out to Newt, saying you were okay, but they cast a silence charm. You can hear his voice crack as he continues to plead. You hear chairs shuffling and sobbing.
“You’ve been sentenced to death, for aiding and abetting a criminal, L/n.” You stand up carefully, in a burst of rage, you elbow the guard in the nose and kick him in the nuts.
You point that guard’s wand to the other one and knocked him out. Grabbing the keys, you unlock your cuffs and run to find Newt and Tina. Turning a corner, you run head first into Queenie and Jacob.
“Oh, Y/N, sweetie. Are you okay?” She pulls you into a hug.
“Come, we must find Tina and Newt.” A few minutes later, you run into them. Newt rushes to hug you but you stop him,
“In the case, now!” All of you get into the case and Queenie takes the case. Inside, Newt runs to you checking all over for injuries.
“D-did they hurt you?” “Newt, I’m okay, I’m okay, I promise,” you place your hand on his cheek and wipe away his tears.
“B-but I heard you screaming, a-and crying and I got so worried.”
“T-they used a spell, they pulled my memory from when I broke my arm. They didn’t do anything to me, I promise.” He pulls you into a hug and continues to cry.
You start crying too, seeing Newt like this, it just destroyed you. You rub his back until he stops crying, looking up at you with red eyes he smiles.
“I like to do things that glorify being alone. I buy a candle that smells pretty, turn down the lights, and make a playlist of low-key songs. If you don’t act like you’ve been hit by the plague when you’re alone on Friday night, and just see it as a chance to have fun by yourself, it’s not a bad day.”
x___x; Idk how I suddenly went a little more….mmmm…deep? Something like that. But to be honest, I do feel Dazai is the kind of lover/significant other who would be more gentle and more affectionate - I mean, if you guys read some of my Dazai x Reader fics, I do portray him a little like that.
That and I think I may have gotten a tad carried away with Dazai XD; Welp! I’m already planning to do more of these. Took a little while with this one because chores, then tried to construct the words properly and all.
I hope, for some or most of you, Dazai lovers or not, you’ll find these helpful and brighten your days ahead.
“I’ve wanted to be a drummer since I was about five years old. I used to play on a bath salt container with wires on the bottom, and on a round coffee tin with a loose wire fixed to it to give a snare drum effect. Plus there were always my Mum’s pots and pans. When I was ten, my Mum bought me a snare drum. My Dad bought me my first full drum kit when I was 15. It was almost prehistoric. Most of it was rust.” -John Henry Bonham