Newt Scamander x Reader-Chains
A/N- I wasn’t too well again, so I tried to pour my feelings into this piece. It’s short and probably kind of crappy, but it captures my emotions quite well. I love you all, and if you’re ever feeling down, I’m here
Warnings: implied depression and harm, angsty and fluffy stuff too, if these themes trigger you, do not read, if you need someone to talk to, I will be here. *Hugs*
Newt hardly recognized you anymore. Where your pleasant smile once proudly sat was a broken version of it, a twisted frown, locked in a permanent position. He reminisced on the days where you used to be so full of life, so lively and free, and he would give anything to see you like that again. He wished that there was a magic spell or potion he could concoct that would bring you joy, but he understood that such a thing did not exist, even with all the forces of magic combined. He knew in his heart that you didn’t want to be this way, you didn’t wish to be in this state. Your heart had been mangled with, your mind shaken, your persona faded. But you were still you. Inside was the girl you both knew, struggling to fight the chained cage of your past and to break free of its constraint.
You sat at the window of your shared flat, gazing out to the world below. Your hair lay swept across your face like a cloak while your baggy sweater sleeves sunk past your wrists, sending what lay beneath them into the back of your mind. Newt had tried to coax you away from the window various times before, yet you simply didn’t budge. It was as if you were rooted to the spot, stuck like you had nowhere to go, no dreams to chase after like children and fireflies on a summer evening. He knew you wanted space, but he also knew that you needed something else. What you wanted and needed were two different things.
He placed his coat on a chair and cautiously approached you, avoiding the thought of spooking you. “Love, would you like to come with me to feed the creatures, they miss you,” he started, “I miss you.”
With a small sigh you silently responded, “No thank you Newt, I’m sorry.”
Newt’s heart broke. You were suffering and he couldn’t fix you. He couldn’t save you from the monster lurking in your shadow. He couldn’t save you from yourself. He decided to try again.
“Darling, would you like some tea? I have your favorite.”
“It’s okay Newt, I don’t need it.”
“I’m fine Newt.”
He felt shards pierce his chest and tears sting his eyes. His darling, his love, his everything sat like a fragile doll in the toyshop down the street, trapped behind the pane of glass that was your pain, isolated from the outside world. A tear began to trickle down his reddened cheeks as he brushed a hand through his hair. With gentle strides, he got closer to you.
“Y/n, please let me in. I can help you, I know how you’re feeling, and I know the pace you’re in. Please sweetheart, please. I love you too much to see you constantly harming yourself. Please,” he spoke softly while crouching down to meet your eyes.
You looked at him, mirroring the hurt and pain you saw in him. You caused this. You made the only person who ever truly cared about you suffer and sink to your level of despair. You did this to yourself, and you did this to him. Your past haunted you, closing you off from him, making him watch you alone.
At these thoughts, you broke entirely. Your heart was heavy with the feeling of being a burden. Your mind was swollen with insecurities bouncing off one another. You felt so lost and hopeless and angry at yourself for pushing him away. You felt heartless, like you made everything about you and not him.
With soft whimpers and drenched eyes, you looked at Newt expecting a returned gaze of irritation. However, that was not present. He stretched out his arms to you, allowing you to collapse into him fully. Your body quaked from the rounds of sobs that possessed you, each one driving another knife in your heart. Tears clouded your vision and you sank into his embrace more.
By now Newt was crying too, for he wanted you to be okay, but he knew that it would take time. His love was sitting here, broken and destroyed inside, but he still picked up the pieces. His lips found their way to your head and he peppered you in sweet innocent kisses filled with nothing but love and comfort. He massaged his hand through your hair in an attempt to calm you down some more.
“It’s alright love, shh it’s alright, I’ve got you. You’re in safe hands alright love. I won’t let anyone hurt you, not even yourself. I’ll protect you. I’ll care for you. Please love,” he whispered as you clung tighter to his muscular form.
He had you face him so he could place kisses along your jawline, and on your cheeks. On your neck, and on your nose. Everywhere. He needed to make sure every bit of you got the love that you deserved. His arms stayed wrapped around you, securing you in his warmth. Your hot tears still ran down your face, but Newt brushed them away.
“It’s okay to cry love, I cry too. It’s not wrong, I want you to let it all out to me. I’m here Y/n. I’m here darling.”
Newt was the only thing you needed. You sniffled quietly and nuzzled back into him. You two remained on the floor with you protectively kept in his embrace of love, shielding you from any harm. He rubbed your arms with his large hands to calm you down, and to remind you that whatever harm you had done to yourself did not make you a monster. He applied more kisses all over you, loving and cherishing and worshipping every piece of you. To him, you were beautiful, an angel descending from above. You were still the beautiful person you had always been. You would always be that person, no matter what. You would always be the one who captured his heart and held it close to your own, synchronizing the beats as one.
He would do anything and everything to help you see yourself the way he saw you. You were far from broken, and you were his precious diamond, his treasured keepsake, his other half. Newt hugged you the rest of that day, enveloping you in love and care.
“I love you darling,” he spoke, “I always will. No matter what you think, you are none of those things. You are beautiful, you are kind, and you are lovely. I will never let you do this alone. You’ll always have me right here.”
He pressed another kiss to your forehead while you relaxed a little more.
“I love you Y/n. I love you my sweetheart.”