Request: Could I request some fluff pls? Like after months/years of Newt pining over the reader (maybe she was w someone else or w/e) and theyre finally together and it’s just newt’s point of view of the first time they share a bed (just sleeping) and reader is asleep and he is just awake and thinking about how surreal it is that he’s finally got her and maybe then following morning? Sorry if that makes no sense it’s 4am and I haven’t slept but I love your writing💜
Word Count: 1,185
Pairing: Newt x Reader
20 years. Though he hadn’t always been aware he’d been waiting, and though sometimes he’d felt he was waiting for someone else, all this time he’d been waiting for this moment right here.
The bedroom is silent, the sounds outside muted by the dawn breaking over the horizon; the only light in the room is the fractured rays of golden and rosy, blushing light slipping through the thin panes of glass lining the wall, and Newt lies awake, a strange, floating feeling filling his chest. He wonders for a moment if he’s dreaming, if it’s truly possible that he’s here, next to your mumbling figure, but there’s no mistaking your beauty nor the way you mutter his name, twisting the sheets further as you roll onto your side, still too caught in the hazy fog of sleep to fully wake.
Streaks of the light cast shadows that dance over your face as your chest rises and falls gently like the waves of the ocean you’d married near. Newt had spent so long trying to be sure he’d chosen the right spot, and all you’d had to do was squeeze his hand and smile to quell his fears. Oh, how beautiful you’d looked that day, grinning ear-to-ear and swaying when the band began your favorite song.
Beautiful, but nothing compared to how you look now, wrapped up only inches away from Newt, mouth parted the slightest as soft breaths escape your lips.
A smile edges onto Newt’s lips as you steal his breath away with the utter peace in your expression.
He tentatively reaches forward, fingers grazing along your cheek carefully, just to be sure you’re here, you’re real. When you shift, blinking and smiling sleepily at him before you’re even fully awake, Newt’s stomach flutters up again. It’s a ridiculous feeling, he knows, but Merlin help him. If the feeling never leaves, if he can’t help the full grin slipping onto his face every time you smile at him like that, he’ll be more blessed than he ever imagined possible.
“Morning,” you mumble, your voice thick with sleep.
“Not long enough.”
Newt chuckles, his voice a low sound that spills through the quiet peace of the bedroom. “You can sleep more if you’d like. We’ve nothing to do today.”
You pop one eye open, squinting at Newt. “Nothing?”
He reaches forward, dragging his fingers up your arm. “Nothing.”