Talked with @polyjosephs about Credence’s hair cut being subject to interesting bed heads a while back, and I couldn’t help myself :’) Thanks for the references dude!
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Hey everyone. This is my first story so please be gentle with me. I hope you like it. Also, I’m writing this on mobile so I’ll try to fix it later.
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader
Warnings: Some mention of blood (not much)
You weren’t ready. You just absolutely weren’t ready. For what, one might ask? Newt Scamander, your long time friend and crush, to let out a short yipe like a dog whose tail had been closed in a door. Snapping your head towards the sound, you watched as Newt stumbled out of the swedish short-snout enclosure with a bloody arm. That, in and of itself, was fairly jarring, but the fact that it was five thirty in the morning made it worse. Forgetting about the potion you were brewing, you rushed over to him. Your mind was running a mile a minute as you searched him for more wounds.
“Oh my god, are you alright? What happened?” You asked as you brought him back to the shed and set to work on putting him back together.You examined his arm carefully. The gash was fairly deep and bleeding pretty good, but there wasn’t anything sticking out, like a broken bone (it’s happened before), and he was reacting to things normally. Overall, you determined that it wasn’t as bad as it could be. Still, you were worried.
“I’m fine, but, ah, (Y/N)?” He said. You look up at him with concerned (E/C) eyes.
“Yes?” He rubbed his neck sheepishly as you cast a healing spell on it.
“I’m afraid that Everett isn’t very fond of men and, I really do hate to ask this of you because I know you don’t feel as comfortable with larger creatures such as him, but,” He started.
“You want me to see if I can calm him down,” You said. It wasn’t a question so much as it was a statement. He nodded, unsaid apologies swimming in his blue-green eyes. You smiled, sure you weren’t as comfortable with bigger beasts as you could be, but it wasn’t as if you couldn’t handle yourself.
“Sure, I’ll see what I can do,” You said with a soft smile. In all reality, you were only brave enough do it because it was Newt who asked you.
The swedish short-snout stood tensely in his habitat, looking mildly afraid when you walked towards him. He picked his head up as you approached him. You could feel Newt’s eyes on your back the whole time, as if they were telling you to be careful.They were the only things keeping you from turning around and leaving at the moment. You smiled at Everett, stopping a few feet from him, as to keep out of his immediate territory. You weren’t exactly a dragon expert, you were an expert more on smaller creatures, but you figured that this was a pretty safe distance. Everett came towards you, planting himself directly in front of you, silvery blue skin shimmering in the soft light.
“So sorry to bother you this early, Everett,” You said, calmly. “I just wanted to talk to you, if that would be okay.”
“You’re doing very well, (Y/N),” Newt called encouragingly from the edge of the habitat. You took a deep breath, keeping focused on the task at hand. Everett glanced at him warily before looking back at you. Newt was right, he really seemed uncomfortable with men.
“I’m just here to tell you that Newt wants to help you. I know that you’ve had a rocky relationship with men in the past, but he won’t hurt you. I promise. Everett, he wants to help you and take you home,” You muttered. The dragon was zeroed in on you with his undivided attention. You shifted a little and Everett took a more defensive stance. You held your hands up in a nonthreatening manner and he backed down a little.
“Relax, honey. I know it’s weird being here and I know it’s hard to trust us, but I swear that we want to help you. All I’m going to ask is that you give us a chance,” You said. You could feel Newt creeping closer to you as Everett calmed.
“For not being an expert on large creatures, you are very talented when dealing with them,” Newt said, not looking at you. Your eyes bounced from the freckled magizoologist to the dragon, not sure what was going to happen. Everett made a low threatening sound and Newt backed up.
“Hey, hey, Everett, it’s okay. Trust us, trust him, he’s going to help you get home. In the meantime, he’ll take good care of you,” You soothed. The dragon still looked unconvinced and beautifully dangerous. Another low noise and Newt put himself in front of you, acting as your shield. You pushed his arms down and went closer to the sacred creature. Newt tried to grab you, but missed. Taking a deep breath, you turned to look at him over your shoulder.
“Come back here, (Y/N). I don’t want you to get hurt,” He said, looking like a worried mother. You faltered slightly at his concern for you before brushing it off as friendly.
“Theoretically, the more defensive we act, the more defensive he’ll act. It’s okay, Newt,” You said, turning back to Everett. The silvery creature looked down at you, eyes filled with fear and distrust. You put on your softest, most motherly smile and ventured a little closer. You kept a little distance so he didn’t feel cornered, but stayed just close enough for him to hear you if you spoke quietly.
“I was like you once,” You whispered, “Scared and alone, really far away from home. Newt found me to, he rescued me and fixed me up. I know it’s hard to trust someone after going through some really awful things, but believe me, Newt will take care of you.” Everette looked at you with large, thoughtful eyes, his defensive position becoming more lax.
Finally, the silvery beast relaxed and strode towards you. You held out your hand to him. The two of you met in the middle as he rested his large head against your small hand. You beckoned Newt over and he approached cautiously. Everett took his head from your hand, watching him.
“Mummy’s here, Everett. Mummy will take good care of you,” Newt said. You suppressed a giggle tugging at your vocal cords as he said this. It was so hard to take him seriously when he called himself ‘Mummy’ (but oh so adorable). The creature cast a look at you and you gave him an encouraging nod. Eventually, he leaned into Newt’s outstretched hand, nuzzling him as a sign of trust. Newt beamed, looking quickly between you and the beast. You smiled, bowing slightly as if you were in a play.
Newt’s smile could outshine all the stars at night. God, his smile is what drew you to him in the first place and he kept you there with his love of animals so much like your own. Watching him slowly gain the trust of a dragon that had been so blatantly mistreated made your chest warm in ways you still hadn’t become accustomed to. As the two of you made your way from the enclosure after Newt finished what he had started earlier, he turned to you with that grin.
“You were absolutely brilliant, (Y/N)!” You waved your hand, dismissing the comment; though you still blushed like a schoolgirl.
“Oh, it was nothing really. I’m glad I could help,” You tittered. His smile remained as he took you by your waist, hugging you tightly. It wasn’t forceful, but it was firm. Dimly, you mind told you that this was one of the rare times where Newt touched you.
“Really, you were magnificent! And you say you aren’t any good with larger creatures,” He laughed. Your blushed deepened slightly.
“Ah, well, I try.” Newt suddenly seemed to become aware of the fact that he had been holding you and pulled back.
“T-terribly sorry, (Y/N). I j-just got a tad excited,” He said, blushing under his freckled dusted cheeks. Smiling shyly, you ran a hand through your hair.
“Don’t worry about it. I actually enjoy your hugs, like, a lot,” You said, embarrassed by your own confession.
“Ah, did you know that a group of Bowtruckles is called a branch,” He spit out. Blinking, you tipped your head to the side. He was nervous or uncomfortable, maybe both. You immediately regretted saying anything. Newt’s face got redder, your own following suit as the silence stretched out between you.
“Actually, I… I did know that. Please forget I said anything while I go throw myself into the sun,” You said, awkwardly. Turning slowly, you began to hurry away from the tall wizard. A choking noise behind you stopped you and you glanced back at him.
“You don’t have to do that on my account,” He said, quickly. “That… that may not have come out right. W-what I mean to say is, um, well…”
Another thing you’d become accustomed to was reading his mind when he couldn’t seem to get words out. Tentatively, you made your way back over until you stood just in front of him. He avoided your eyes just as you avoided his. How is it that we can both be this bloody awkward, you thought. He had begun to fiddle with his fingers and you finally looked up at him. Lord were you thankful you did.
Newt’s curly, cinnamon colored hair fell over his forehead just so, making his blue- green eyes stand out. His eyes, though they slid away from your own, were so soft. They reminded you of the mermaid lagoon from the story Peter Pan, the way they drew you in, hypnotized you. The freckles dusting his quickly reddening skin created constellations that the sky only wished it could achieve. Every line and curve of his face added to his overall expression of complete and utter embarrassment. Something in you was thankful that he was generally so transparent when you could see everything he was thinking.
“You mean, you’re okay with me wanting to hug you more?” You muttered. He nodded, swallowing thickly.
“Yes,” He replied, “Among other things.” At this, both of you went redder than you thought you were capable of getting. Clearly, he hadn’t meant to say the last part out loud.
“Alright, you know what? Things are already awkward, so let’s just make it worse.” You took a deep breath, locking your eyes on his. “I really like you, Newt.”
“Nifflers are capable of producing six to eight young in a litter,” Newt said, loudly; the tips of his ears flushing red. You smiled, awkwardly.
“I knew that to,” You said, brushing you hair away from your face. He cleared his throat in an attempt to steady himself.
“Sorry, I’m afraid I’m not very skilled when it comes to talking about these things. Allow me to try again; I care for you very much, (Y/N),” He said, giving you one of his famous sheepish smiles. You smiled shyly and took his larger hand in yours.
“You did just fine, Newt.” You hugged him this time, pitching yourself into his arms a burrowing into his chest. He hugged you back; you could feel him smile against your hair.
“If I knew it would only take a Swedish short-snout to get to this point, I think I would have found one much sooner,” He chuckled. You looked up at him with a content smile on your lips.
“Ditto,” You giggled, “And, Newt?”
“If you ever scare me like that again, I’ll have to hurt you,” You joked.
“Noted,” He replied, hugging you to his chest once more.
NEW SCAMANDER REALIZING HE HAS A HIGHLY DEBILITATING CRUSH ON YOU WOULD INCLUDE…
+ he’d talk to his creatures about you + like, he’d ask them for advice and one time Jacob walks in on it and stares for a long moment before slowly backing away… + clumsy Newt + but like, newt is always clumsy so no one notices + but Queenie would obviously figure it out and purposefully try and get you two alone + nervous, fidgety Newt + but still, that’s super common so no one notices + whenever you guys are together Picket tries to mime that Newt loves you + but Newt always shoves him back into his pocket, speaking to Picket very quickly, his British accent increasing tenfold + even Tina knows but she doesn’t get involved + because, like, she doesn’t really care and love is beyond her anyway + but like, we all know Newt is the biggest cinnamon roll ever + and it shows + and he also seems to have some kind of psychic ability? + like, he knows you better than everyone else + that’s the power of observation + he knows all of your favorite restaurants and what you get there + he can tell when you don’t like something but are trying to be polite + he can tell when you’re hiding something + because let’s be honest, you’re terrible at keeping secrets + but he never says anything + he has the cutest smiles when you walk into the room + and you know he tries to hide them by looking down or suddenly finding interest in potted plants + and when you leave his eyes grow twice their size and he looks so much like a tiny puppy it’s insane + and you know he likes to watch you interact with animals + but not in a creepy way + and when you catch him staring you comment on it and he stumbles over his words + and you think it’s so cute + and like, Newt blushes + hardcore + anytime anything happens ever + and you think it’s so cute + and like, you constantly ask him what color his eyes are + and sometimes he pretends that it annoys him + but deep down it makes him so happy + because you actually stare at his eyes long enough to care about what color they are + and when you find out what his full name is, you always use it + and he secretly thinks it’s the cutest thing ever + and when I say secretly, we all know it’s not a secret + like, he blushes and everyone knows + but everyone pretends like it’s normal + and like, you know that Newt likes you after two weeks + and you know he won’t do anything about it + so you have to break the ice + and you wait for the perfect moment to do so, but while you wait you’re super awkward too + and one day he’s talking about going back to England to publish his book + “Please don’t go.” + “What?” + “Don’t leave me.” + and he looks at you with a pained and confused look and you pull him into a huge hug + “I love you.” + and then Queenie, Tina, and Jacob come rushing in with party poppers yelling “YAAAASSSSSS”
You sat in the dimly lit common room, snuggled up in a warm blanket. What time it was you had no idea. Sometime late in the night. Or morning. You were deeply immersed in one of your favorite books, so much so that you didn’t notice someone heading down the stairs.
“What are you doing up so late?” You heard your boyfriend say. He was wiping the sleep away from his eyes. You guessed he woke up from another nightmare. They were starting to be a trend each night. But you sure hoped that wasn’t the matter this time.
“Couldn’t sleep. I’ve been reading for hours.” You rubbed at your slightly burning eyes, which were turning red.
“Well, since i’m not going to sleep anytime soon either, could i join you?” He asked, his voice raspy from just waking up.
“As long as you read to me.” You asked, softly pouting at him. “Pretty please?”
“You know i could never say no to that beautiful face of yours.” Sirius sat does beside you, taking the book from your hands, he started softly reading the verses to you. It was so soothing and peaceful. You leaned your head of his shoulder, letting your eyelids fall slowly as Sirius continued the story.
He had noticed your deep breaths just minutes later. You had drifted off to sleep so easily, it was a little surprising. Sirius tried as best he could to set the book down gently, as to not stir you awake. He warmly smiled, looking at your restful face. He could never get over how stunning you looked. Even while sleeping, you gave off a sweet and kind aura.
“Night, darling.” Sirius whispered, kissing your head lightly, leaning into your body before closing his own eyes, letting sleep overwhelm him too.
Contrary to popular beliefs about Oikawa’s self-centered personality, he’s not the type to really take care of himself. He’s got naturally pretty hair and pretty skin and pretty face - he says he’s blessed by the Oikawa genes, everyone believes it to be true.
But, again, he’s not the type to take time out for himself. He’ll cut his fingernails really short to handle the ball better and subconsciously bites what’s left out of anxiety. His hands are normally dry and rough, sometimes scraped if he landed wrongly on the ground from going after a ball; it’s a sad sight when you look at the bony structures of his wrists and his slender fingers that would, without a doubt, make his hands look beautiful if it weren’t for his lack of care towards them.
The thing is that he doesn’t care what happens to his hands or his knees or his legs or his ankles - he’s focused on one goal and that’s to improve himself. He thinks he just needs his pretty face to get by so that his other imperfections are overlooked - and he manages to get by too, except with one person.
That one person that carries moisturizers and lotions in his bag, along with polysporin and bandages and tylenol and protein bars (and maybe milk bread, if he’s got the time to get some). He watches Oikawa flirt with danger, serve after serve, set after set, spike after spike. All until he feels it right in his bones that Oikawa’s about to hit his limit and he drags him out of the court, anxious but relieved.
And in the silence of the locker room, Oikawa sits there in a blissful peace, letting Iwaizumi take his hands in his own and attempting to moisturize them, rubbing polysporin on the scrapes and cuts, whispering little warnings about overworking and not taking care of his body enough with furrowed brows. Oikawa lets his fingers wander around Iwaizumi’s jaw until his lips are kissing Oikawa’s hands - one by one, each finger, his palms, his knuckles.
“Do they feel better?”
“Mhm, much better.”
Oikawa doesn’t really take care of himself, but he’s glad there’s someone out there that’s willing to take up the challenge. One day, he thinks, he’ll learn to love himself just as much as Iwaizumi loves him.
Author’s Note: I have just recently gotten obsessed with Fantastic Beasts, especially Newt. But, I really like this one and I hope you do too
You put your hat over your hair before turning to your 4 year old son and kneeling to be eye to eye with him. “Alright, do you remember mommy’s rules for going into the case with daddy?” You ask him, eyebrow raised. The boy smiles widely, revealing his missing front teeth, “Uh huh! Ask daddy before going anywhere, be nice to all the creatures, and don’t pet no occamys.”
Smiling at your son, you kiss his forehead and stand up to talk to Newt. Looking for any way to calm your nerves, you begin readjusting his clothes, smoothing his hair here, straightening his bow tie there, “Now, Newt, please remember, don’t let him near the erumpet musk, he thinks the reaction way too funny and will not hesitate to douse himself with it. Oh, and please call me if you need anything. And he’s just getting over than awful cold, remember, so if he gets tired and whiny, just call me. And-”
Newt grabs your busy hands in his, ceasing your movement, “Darling,” He says softly, with a chuckle, causing your eyes to meet his, “We will be fine. I’ve made my living as a caretaker. Everything will be fine.” You smile nervously, “I know, I’m just nervous. My first day at a no-maj job! I’m just - I’m just a bit nervous is all.” Your husband rolls his eyes at you playfully, “You women and your nerves. I swear, you are the one beast I will never be able to truly decipher.” He says pulling you across your front room to the door.
Before leaving, you place a kiss to his lips, “You underestimate yourself, Mr. Scamander. Now please, promise me you’ll call if you need anything?” Kissing you once more, Newt gently pushes you out of the door, “I promise, but it won’t be necessary. Don’t be late now.” You smile nervously again and wave to your son, “Bye, honey. Mommy will be back soon, okay? Have fun with daddy!” Your son giggles in excitement at the reminder of going into the case for the first time, “Bye momma! Have a good job!”
Once you’ve driven out of sight, Newt closes the door and picks up your son, “Alright, here we go. Now it’s just me and you. Are you ready to see our creatures?” The boy cheers, his fists both in the air, “Yay!” Chuckling at his reaction, Newt carries him down into the briefcase, placing his feet on the ground once they’re fully submerged in the case. Guiding the young boy to the door by his hand, Newt holds his free hand on the door, “You want to give me a hand with the door? We can open it together.”
The boy places his small hand on the door, “One, two, three!” He counts down before pushing as hard as he can. As soon as the door swings open, his jaw drops, “Daddy, look at all uh our creatures!” He says excitedly, holding his father’s hand with both of his. Newt smiles at your son’s enthusiasm and lifts the boy into his arms once more so he doesn’t get too far gone on his first exploration of the world inside the case.
“Would you like to play with the mooncalves while I go and get the food for the rest of the creatures? Then we can feed them together. How about that?” Newt asks your son, moving towards the area before even getting an answer, knowing the boy’s eyes will grow in wonder and awe as soon as he sees the shy creatures anyway. Your son giggles in excitement as soon as he hears anything about being able to play with some of the creatures by himself.
Walking over to the dark area, Newt sets your son down, the mooncalves all stepping out to inspect the new addition to their habitat. Smiling as he watched your boy - quite small for his age, the two of you are always worried - Newt felt free to go grab the feed with your son squealing and running around with the sweet creatures.
Taking off his bow tie and rolling up his shirt sleeves, Newt got to business chopping up meat and putting feed into their respective buckets. Newt was so busy that he didn’t even notice your son in the office-like area, playing with the erumpet musk. He heard you say that he wasn’t allowed to go anywhere near it, but he couldn’t help himself. Muffling his giggles, the boy spills as much of the formula on himself as he can without the erumpet leaving it’s habitat and following the scent to his father’s work space.
As soon as the mischievous boy makes his way to the dry area, you feel it in your chest. You don’t feel what’s happening precisely, but you just get this fuzzy feeling in your stomach. You want nothing more than to be able to disapparate and get home to your baby and your husband, but Newt said he’d call if he needed you and you’re in the middle of a conversation with your boss. Taking a deep breath, you imagine Newt beside you, keeping you calm and telling you everything is okay and the feeling in your stomach lessens.
Meanwhile, Newt’s eyes are about to bulge out of his head when he gets back to the mooncalves and sees your son nowhere to be found. Newt doesn’t want to bother you on your first day at the job, and he hasn’t even looked around yet, so he takes a deep breath and imagines you smiling while kissing his lightly and telling him everything is just fine.
As his heartbeat slows, Newt recognizes the cheering of the erumpet. “Oh dear,” He says to himself when he sees the beast and his son playing a terrifying game of tag. “Your mother is going to kill me!” Newt says as he dashes past the squealing creature and towards his son. As soon as he comes into contact with the young boy, they disapparate, landing back in the mooncalf habitat.
Newt runs his hands over your sons arms, “You didn’t hurt yourself climbing to get that musk did you?” The boy - smiling widely as his heart pounds from the running - shakes his head. “I like that one daddy! I think she liked me too.” Seeing that your son is alright, Newt chuckles, what he doesn’t notice is that you’ve apparated into the case and have your eye on both of the mischievous Scamander men. “Yes, well, you made sure of that didn’t you?” Newt says, laughing a little harder at your sons disheveled appearance.
“Now, even though we’ve had fun with the erumpet, you can’t tell your mother about it. She would be very upset.” Your husband says, his face serious. Walking up to the two, your jaw drops, “Why you sneaky little devil, you!” Newt startles a little as he turns to find you, eyebrows raised in disbelief. Feigning innocence, Newt smiles widely, “Hello my love, what are you doing home so early?” Shaking your head fondly, you plant a kiss onto Newt’s lips before lifting your son and kissing his dirt covered face, “You don’t fool me Mr. Scamander. Not either one of you.”
Knowing he’s been caught, Newt smiles sheepishly, “It could never hurt to try, I suppose.” He says, your son laughing and kissing your cheek.
Hey guys! Newt Scamander is my baby and he deserves all the love in the world and I fully intend to give him some. What a wonderful cinnamon roll. By the way, this one is going to be long so it will keep going under the cut. I kid you not, it is so long. I got carried away. You have been warned.
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Slytherin! Reader
Warnings: A little angsty, swearing, looooooong
Five Years Old
You cocked your head, watching a boy who sat alone in the park. The other kids didn’t seem to want to play with him. You didn’t know why. He didn’t seem mean like a few of them you knew. Standing up, you began to walk towards him.
“Where’re ya goin’, (Y/N)?” (F/N) asked.
“‘M gonna see if he wants to play,” You said, smiling. All of your friends wrinkled their noses.
“He’s weird,” (2nd/F/N) said, still wrinkling her nose up. You looked back at the boy, who was drawing in a little book. He didn’t look weird. Just lonely.
“If you talk to him, we’re not gonna be your friends no more,” (F/N) said. That didn’t sit well with you. Sticking your little nose in the air, you marched your little self over to the boy. They weren’t worth it if they were going to be mean.
“Hi!” You chirped. The boy jumped, looking at you like you might bite him.
“H-Hello,” He greeted, quietly. You plopped down next to him in the grass, glancing at his book.
“Wha’cha drawin’?” You asked. Shyly, he moved it so you could see a sketch of a creature. You didn’t know what it was, but it was cool anyway.
“It’s a bowtruckle,” He said, “They’re in my book about magical creatures.”
“Cool!” He smiled at you and your eyes lit up. You hoped that he’d let you be his friend, especially since you’d just lost yours.
“Yeah! I’m (Y/N) (L/N), call me (Nick name),” You giggled, holding out your chubby hand for him to pull himself off the ground.
“Newton Scamander,” He said. You wrinkled your nose.
“How ‘bout ‘Newt’? Sounds better,” You said. Newt smiled at you, nodding.
“Let’s be friends forever.” You held you pinky out to make the most sacred of promises and he linked his with your own.
Everything feels a little softer, tastes a little sweeter.
This morning is no exception to the rule. It’s early; a dark dawn sky bathes the room in a navy blue hue and you can just make out the silhouette of the person sleeping soundly next to you.
You’re not entirely sure why you’re awake, but it probably has something to do with the open window and the sounds of the city waking up around you. You inch closer to him between the sheets; lazily grazing your fingertips up and down the expanse of his naked ribs.
He stirs slowly, but you resist the urge to stop. You’ll never really tire of this, you reckon. The feel of his alabaster skin under your fingertips has become all too familiar these past few months and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Normally he’s awake at this point, slightly annoyed that he’s up, but still amused nonetheless.
Not this morning.
He fell into bed the night before like a sack of hammers; late nights on a movie set in another country will do that to you, you suppose. He stirs again a minute, his back still turned to you and when you stop touching him, he sleepily murmurs, “More.”
“More what?” You grin, reaching your hand up to cup the side of his face where the scar on his cheek sits.
“More touch.” He’s insistent at this point, and even positions himself so that you’ve got a better vantage point for your fingers. “Feels really nice,”
You smile softly to yourself, reveling in the notion that he is finally here with you. This beautiful, soft-spoken specimen of a human being is finally back in your presence again, and it’s all you can do to keep from jumping excitedly around your flat.
“You have this incredible look on your face right now,” Bill grins.
You feel a blush start to creep into the apples of your cheeks, and you simply shrug in response. “I’m just really happy.”
It’s quiet for a moment, the silence hangs in the air between the two of you before Bill turns onto his side to pull you into his warmth. He wraps his long, lean arms around your waist and you let him take you in. “Jag älskar dig,” he says it so quietly into your shoulder that you almost miss it.
It’s the first time those words have ever been uttered by him, and the fact that they’re in his native tongue causes the breath to hitch in your throat like smoke, and you smile softly into the pillow. “Love you too, Bill.”
Howdy friends! It’s wee bairn Marlo, coming to you live from a family holiday to Montreal. So many of you asked for a second part to my prompt surrounding doctor Claire and patient Jamie, which I have since dubbed A Medical Emergency (which you can readhere). And, considering how angsty the last few TSS fics have been (blame Kaitlyn and Mikayla), I figured it was time to deliver some fluff for your amusement!
As always, a major thank you to my Kilt Kult buddies and fellow TSS mods for keeping me on track and reassuring me that my writing isn’t trash. Also, I owe all of you a major shout out as well, as I would never have written this fic without your overwhelming positive response. So, thank you thank you thank you from the very bottom of my heart!
It was two weeks before Claire could stomach facing Jamie again. The surgery had been a success, and Claire had meticulously mended the shattered bones of Jamie’s hand. She hadn’t counted on the infection that set in, keeping him bedridden and feverish for nearly a week. Claire couldn’t help but feel responsible.
“It happens all the time LJ. I wouldn’t worry about it.” said Joe Abernathy, Claire’s fellow doctor and hospital confidante. She knew that there was nothing she could have done, that infections happen and it was out of her control, but the thought of seeing Jamie in more pain, with even the smallest chance of it being by her hand, was too much to bear. She didn’t know what is was about this Scot: his bull-headedness, the way his nose crinkled when he smiled at her as she was wheeling him into surgery, or how peaceful and innocent he looked under anesthesia, the softness of his face making him look like a child. Whatever it was, Claire found herself experiencing feelings she had never felt before, and it left her simultaneously terrified and exhilarated.
It was a Tuesday afternoon, and Claire had just finished a run of the mill appendectomy. Granted with a brief reprieve, she quickly cleaned herself off before heading to the on-call room, eager to take a quick rest before her pager summoned her again. Unfortunately, she found herself having to cross through the recovery wing, where Jamie lay behind the closed door of room 263. Claire had continued to follow his case, coercing nurses into providing valuable intel on his condition and moral.
“Yes, he is eating.”
“No. He doesn’t have a fever.”
“If you’re so interested Doctor, why don’t you go ask him yourself?”
Still, Claire refused to step foot in that room. The nagging guilt in her stomach surrounding his prolonged hospitalization, coupled with the more puzzling stirrings deep in the pit of her stomach, wouldn’t allow her to walk down the white tile hall leading up to his room. Unfortunately, she currently had no other option.