Request: I love your stories so much! If it is no trouble I was wondering if you could write a newtxreader where the reader feels like she has been a burden to Newt and it gets to the point when she leaves when he isn’t noticing? And then he comes to find her? Really angsty please? Thanks!
Word Count: 2,106
Pairing: Newt x Reader
Requested by Anonymous
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The pot clatters to the ground, breaking open and sending black dirt rolling across the floor. Newt cranes his head around from where he’s working. He watches the shrivelfig bounce across the ground and ricochet off his boot.
Wiping his hands on a towel, he leans down and lifts it. “Efficient.”
You return his grin with your own half-hearted smile as you turn to grab a broom.
Newt notices your insincerity. “You okay, love?”
Your back to Newt, you nod. “Fine.”
He focuses back on the potion in front of him. “You sure?”
“Positive,” you murmur. Guilt tugs at you. You don’t like lying to Newt, but this isn’t his problem.
You go to sweep up the spilled dirt, but before you can even touch a grain of it with the broom, it starts spinning around. The pieces of the pot reassemble themselves, and the dirt shoots back into the mended pot. Newt doesn’t need to look at you for you to know he’s smiling.
“No need for the broom, love, I’ve got it.”
You stare at the clean ground, unmoving. Of course you’d mess up and break something Newt needed. Of course he’d need to clean up after you.
“Everything okay?” The nonchalant question comes from over his shoulder as he stirs the mixture.
A/N- I wrote this for @bionic-buckyb who is having an AU writing challenge celebrating 5k followers and this is my submission! Congrats again Kait and I hope you like the fic! Also inspired by the song Intertwined by Dodie, definitely check it out the music video is dope AF!
Prompt- “Just because I don’t physically show you that you hurt me, doesn’t mean you didn’t.”
Warnings- Swearing, and I mean A LOT of swearing, angst but do you guys honestly expect anything different from me at his point. ALSO EVERYTHING IN ITALICS IS A FLASHBACK it will make sense when you read it.
So this is my first ever “fanfic” type thing. The idea comes from a post by @siriuslestrange
pls dont judge it too hard
Remus Lupin has learned to keep his head down. When the Sorting Hat exclaimed, “GRYFFINDOR!” and the room exploded in applause, Remus let his tawny hair fall in his face as the hat was gently removed. His face felt hot and he desperately wished people would stop staring. He shuffled to his new table.
His new roommates seemed nice enough. There was Sirius, the one with rather long hair and a brilliant smile; James, the one with glasses and oozed confidence; and Peter, the one with blonde hair and a kind face. But Remus was scared. So very scared. So naturally he kept to himself.
And when he found himself in his four poster, his new roommates gathered around him asking about the scar on his nose, he nearly wet himself.
“Bloody hell, mate!”. The one with glasses tugged his hand through his hair, “How’d ya get that?”
He inwardly hated himself for stuttering a weak, “I-I um… w-w-was p-p-p-punched in the f-f-ace a f-few years back-k-k?”.
And a few days later, when Sirius padded out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, the bathroom was left blessedly empty. It would be okay to take his shirt off for a quick shower.
And Remus hated himself again for being so forgetful. In his overenthusiastic run into the bathroom, he slipped on the still-wet tiles and stubbed rammed his foot into the sink and landing with a loud thwomp on his arse. He couldn’t stop himself as the agonizing pain kicked in:
But the sound of slow applause made him forget his pain, as when he looked up, face hot, he saw Sirius Black leaning against the doorframe and James standing next to him. James had his eyebrows raised in shock and approval, still bloody clapping, and Sirius was shaking his head slowly.
“Wow, Remus. That was quite eloquent of you”, Sirius laughed.
“Yeah, do you kiss your mum with that mouth?”
Remus so badly wanted to be upset. Only, James was moving towards him with his hand outstretched, and soon Remus was being hauled off the floor and Sirius was handing him a towel.
“Th-Thanks. And yes, I bloody well do.”
And from then on, if you asked anyone at Hogwarts who Remus Lupin’s best friends were, there would be no hesitation before the names “Black” and/or “Potter” would come up. More often than not accompanying an eye-roll.