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anuschkalova · 6 years

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Till Death Do Us Part (Newt x Reader)

Requested by anon: Hey! Could you write an imagine where Newt and the reader are in the middle of the battle and one of the bad guys throws a spell at Newt but he doesn’t notice so the reader covers Newt by hugging him and whispering that she loves him (they’re in a relationship). Tina takes a hold of Newt and apparates to a safer place. Everybody thinks that reader is dead and Newt is devastated but after sometime she apparates to the apartment and it’s a happy and super fluffy reunion!:) Thank you♥️

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word count: 1,757

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It was all a mess. Bright flashes swished pass you, roaring in your ears. You gripped your wand tight to block another attack.

You looked behind your shoulder to check on your friends. Tina and Queenie did their best to defend themselves but they couldn't do this for much longer...

Newt threw a spell towards their enemies which was easily blocked. Like all the others. The wizard cursed under his breath.

A loud noise, almost like a thunder, got you attention back to your opponent. Grindelward's supporters were clearly in the majority, this battle was already lost before it even started. But you needed time to figure a way out.

"Ah!" The scream of your boyfriend made your head turn back immediately. Newt kneeled, his side was pressed against a damaged car to seek shelter.

"Newt!", you shouted, but the noises of the battlefield swallowed up your desperate calls. You were worried, even more as a spell hit the ground in front of you. The impact of it caused the street to explode and duste your view.

You coughed, waiting for a clear vision, the endless seconds fuelled your worries.

"Come on..."Then, you could finally see him again. You felt relieved.

The Hufflepuff was still leaned against the car, but he kept attacking their enemies.

"Newt!!! Watch out!!" Tina's piercing scream made you flinch and scanning your surroundings hectically when your eyes stopped mid-way. There it was: A dark figure stood out of Newt's sight, wand raised high in the air to send him the finishing stroke.

There wasn't enough time for the magizoologist to flee, instead he stumbled and fell.

Panic floated your body, the adrenalin allowed you to apparate quickly next to Newt.

His wide eyes met yours. The faint screams of the Goldstein sisters melted with the nearing droning of the powerful spell. Your arms embraced Newt's body firmly, but Newt wriggled. He tried to free himself which made you intensify your grip, whispering something into his ear.

Then you got hit.

"NO!!" Although the attack didn't harm Newt directly, your pain drenched scream did. It ripped his heart apart.The wizard held your lifeless figure tight in his arms, tear drops falling on your face as Newt bent over you.

The opponent took advantage of it and shot another spell. Tina saw it coming, so she sprinted to Newt, grabbed his coat firmly and pulled him back, apparating them to the Goldstein's apartment.

Jacob had waited there for his friends. He immediately rushed to Tina and Newt. He knew something was wrong when he saw the wizard's teary eyes.

"No, no, no, no, no, no... Take me back, I need to go back, Y/N, she needs me...", Newt stumbled over his words and feet as he tried to get up. The female Auror had trouble keeping him in place.

"Newt, no! It's too dangerous!", Tina explained, but Newt wouldn't listen. He pushed her hands away, just to fall on the ground again. His ankle was worse than he thought.

"Newt, buddy, calm down!" The baker kneeled next to him, but Newt shook his head. "No, we need to get Y/N!! She's still there! She's...-" Newt paused as Queenie appeared inside the apartment, exhaustion drawn on her usual pretty face.

She was crying, Newt could tell, her eyes were swollen and red and for a second the Hufflepuff felt as if he was looking into a mirror.

Queenie slowly shook her head, fresh tears escaping her eyes.

The salty liquor streamed down Newt's freckled cheeks and then he collapsed. He hit the wooden ground with his fists, again and again. So hard that his knuckles began to bleed, but the pain didn't numb the pain in his heart.

Newt pressed his forehead against the ground, his body shaking violently as he cried. You couldn't be dead, how should he live without you? Why? Why did you sacrifice yourself for him? Why was he so weak?

...

"You are truly amazing, Newt Scamander." The wizard turned to you and blinked in confusion.

"Pardon?" You rolled your eyes with a smile, jumping off the table you had sat on. You walked over to Newt who was working with various potions, creating some medicine for the niffler.

"You take care for all these creatures, giving them shelter, nourish them, protecting them and most importantly...", your hand found Newt's",... understanding them."

The magizoologist was lost in your eyes. Your words filled his heart with warmth and gratitude - he squeezed your hand in response.

"Well, I try my best", Newt mumbled, a sheepish smile on his lips as he continued his mixture. But you didn't step back, instead you pulled at his hand to get his attention back to you.

When his nervous eyes met yours, the long locked words escaped your lips:

"I love you, Newt."

Newt smiled sadly at the memory. It was the first time you'd confessed your feelings - here, in his shed, as he was mixing medicine. You were always so persistent and brave. The exact opposite of him, as Newt thought.

It had been three days since your death and the wizard found himself linger inside his case, confronted with heartbreaking memories.

His eyes felt sore from crying. He got so used to it that he didn't even noticed when new tears came up. They silently caressed his face and in his most desperate moments he imagined it were your gentle fingers. Sad enough, Newt found comfort in this illusion.

His blurry vision found your picture that decorated his desk, he reached for it and pressed it against his chest.

"Forgive me... please forgive me, Y/N." The pain was overwhelming, forcing Newt down on his knees. He couldn't' endure your loss, you were the first woman who had shown him true love.

The Hufflepuff looked at your picture for a while, then he pressed his trembling lips on the photo, closing his eyes. He found himself in the darkest corner of his mind, the place where he had abandoned the most hurtful memory.

Your arms embraced Newt's body firmly, but Newt wriggled. He tried to free himself which made you intensify your grip. He could feel your breath and lips against his ear.

"I love you, Newt", you whispered.

Then you got hit.

He was sobbing hard, the picture of you still pressed against his mouth as he cried. Newt hated himself, he blamed himself for your death. If you two had never met, you wouldn't have... The wizard let out a shaky breath.

His mind tried to soothe his breaking heart, so it made Newt remember another blissful memory.

Newt had his arms around your body, your delicate scent made him sigh in happiness. He buried his nose deeper to your neck, you laughed.

"Hey, I'm ticklish!"

Newt grinned against your soft skin. He peaked his lips to give you a small kiss. Now it was your turn to sigh.

You leaned back onto your boyfriend, admiring the endless stars of the night sky. You two had found a nice spot in the Mooncalves' habitat, resting on one of the hills to be closer to the stars. You couldn't believe that Newt had created such a beautiful world.

"Say, how much do you love me?", you asked into the silence and it got Newt surprised. You could hear him thinking and it made you smirk.

"More than anything in this world", he whispered truthfully near your ear, but you knew that he also loved his creatures. Maybe more than you, but you didn't blame him.

But when the wizard put his hands on top of yours you turned your face to him. "Newt?"

"I love you so much... till death do us part."

You smiled, guiding his hand to your mouth to kiss his knuckles.

"Till death do us part", you agreed.

A loud thumb above Newt pulled him back to reality. Next there were voices, all talking at the same time. Footsteps were rushing, then more voices. Newt frowned. He got up and climbed out of his case to investigate what was going on. With his wand in his hand, he carefully entered the living-room of the Goldstein's apartment and froze in place.

There you were. Surrounded by Jacob, Queenie and Tina who hugged you. Then your eyes found Newt's and it made him flinch.

"Y/N...?", he whispered, his wand slipping from his hand. You just stared into each other eyes until you started to cry. "Newt...", you sobbed and then he rushed over to you.

His strong arms embraced your body, his hand stroking your head gently. Your scent got him believe that it was really you.

"I though you were dead... Oh Merlin's beard you're alive! I love you so much, Y/N, I love you more than anything in this world...", Newt's muffled voice made you cry even more.

He pushed you back, just to cup your face with his hands, his eyebrows knitted in concern.

"Are you alright? Where were you, love?"

You chuckled. "It's a long story... But I managed to apparate here. Don't worry, I'm alright, Newt."

You promised him, but his eyes scanned your body for any injuries. He didn't find any, so the magizoologist relaxed a little.

...

After your group had celebrated your reunion with lots of giggle water and fire whisky, Newt and you had decided to spend the night inside his case.

You loved his little world and he was aware of that. So he did his best to make it comfortable and cozy for you by lighting some candles inside his shed.

The flickering flames fascinated you and it were Newt's hand who broke your trance. They squeezed your waist and his full lips ghosted over your shoulder and neck. You shuddered.

"Did you miss me?", Newt's grip intensified. "Of course I did, you have no idea, love", he confessed, voice broken at the thought of his misery. You felt bad, so your hand reached behind you to caress his cheek.

"I love you, Newt. I did it to protect you and I would do it again." The wizard turned you around and you were taken aback when Newt's lips pressed against yours.You kissed him back, letting his hands worship the curves of your body.

The kiss was gentle, but at the same time so desperate that it made you tear up. Nothing in this world could tear your love apart, that was a lifetime promise.

You would love, adore and protect each other... till death do you part.

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#newt scamander x reader #newt x reader #eddie redmayne #eddie redmayne x reader #fantastic fanfics #fanfic #imagine #harry potter #fantastic beasts and where to find them #angst

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lamentalia · 5 years

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Lamentalia: Alfred - Chapter 2

“Do you have to eat like that, Al?” Mattie says with a tone of mild disgust.

Alfred looks at him questioningly, mouth full of dried meat and fruits, hand buried deeply in a bag of provisions that they had found on the sanga. This one was bigger than the one on the touga and it had meat. Mattie and he had split it to eat while they walked home.

“Dude, how are you not stuffing your face?” Alfred replies.

Mattie stares at him, deadpan. Ok, maybe Alfred’s reply wasn’t as intelligible as he imagined it was.

“Maybe swallow your food before you talk, too, eh?” He says rolling his eyes. “I forgot how unappetizing it is to watch you eat like this.”

Mattie peers dourly into his share of the looted food, a bit green in the face and ears lowered sadly. He looks like he really wants to eat more but he doesn’t dare. Mattie must have gotten used to eating the small rations after so long. Alfred remains, as ever, a bottomless pit.

“Jealous.” Alfred snickers, eating another morsel of jerky. Oh, how he’d missed the taste of meat— “Ow!”

Alfred grabs the end of his tail— where Mattie had PINCHED IT, the jerk— and massages the poor thing.

“Yeesh!” Alfred says, “I don’t know why Ludwig and Tino think you’re the nice one.” He picks at the fur on his tail with his teeth for a moment, hoping that grooming it will take some of the sting out.

Oww. Seriously, though, Mattie always went straight for the sensitive bits.

Occupied as he is, it takes Alfred a couple of steps and an audible, heavy sigh for him to realize Mattie had slowed to a stop behind him. Releasing his tail, Alfred turns back to him. Mattie is staring off into the space between the trees to his right and there's a tenseness in his stance. His tail stiff and brows furrowed, but it isn’t the alert kind of tense.

“Mattie? What’s up?”

“…Do you think they’re ok, Al?” Mattie says finally, not looking away from what Alfred finally realizes is Southeast, where Ransen is.

“Yeah. I do.” Alfred says simply. He then turns back around and continues to walk.

There’s a quiet, discontented grunt and then Mattie’s footsteps jogging to catch up.

“Really, Al? I thought you said you were worried, too.” He’s annoyed now but there’s already clear relief in his tone.

Mattie and Alfred had always planned to go to Gilbert and his brother Ludwig if they were ever forced to leave their home. They lived in Ransen, the biggest settlement of cats in the country, located right in the center of Sisa. Ransen is supposed to be a much safer place than the outskirts of Sisa where Alfred and Mattie live. It had never had any outbreaks of Void or Sickness—last they’d heard, anyway—and Gil and Lud were very strong. However, Alfred knew they did some kind of dangerous work and the fact that they hadn’t seen either of them in two years is… Well it's concerning.

It’s not that Alfred isn’t worried; he’s just never been very good at dwelling on things that aren't immediately in front of him. Mattie, though. He’s very good at thinking up possible outcomes and then getting stuck on the real bad ones. Times like this, when Alfred doesn’t have any answers or concrete evidence to argue, its best to just derail him.

“Hey, doesn’t Ransen have that festival every winter? You know, Lud told us about it years ago. They all set up tents with food and games and shit.”

“…Al.”

“Maybe it’ll be on when we get there! Y’know, I’ve always wanted to see it!”

Yet another heavy sigh. Success!

“Al, it’s not even winter yet. At the earliest it’s going to be a few weeks.” Mattie pauses for a second then pipes back up as if he’d only just remembered to ask.

“Oh hey, what were those two cats doing up here, anyway?”

“Eh. Monster hunting.” Alfred shrugs. “Weird guys, though. They were talking about finding some kind of game. Like for food.”

“What??”

“Yeah. Fresh meat, he said? I mean, it’s really obvious there aren’t any animals around here anymore, so I have no idea what he was talking about.”

“Yeah, that’s weird, alright…”

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Oh. Damn.

He hadn’t thought about this part.

Alfred was so caught up in his conversation with Mattie (They had gone on to talk more about what they knew and supposed about Ransen,) they’d already reached home, traipsing into the small clearing as they do every day.

Every day up until today.

The easy smile he’d been wearing melts right off and he slows to a stop to look around.

A sunny meadow opens around them, full of autumn wildflowers and the distant, familiar sounds of the ocean. The old, funny-looking tree near the center of the clearing grows out of a big pile of boulders where the entrance to their underground house is hidden. This place, the only home he’d ever known, would soon be abandoned; waiting only for the void to take it.

A cool hand touches his wrist, grasps it gently, pulls him forward.

It’s Mattie. He’s looking back with that tense expression again. Naturally, he’d already thought about this part.

That this would be the last time they would ever be home.

Mattie pulls Alfred along slowly enough for him to gain his bearings.

After a moment, Alfred swallows the lump in his throat, steels himself and forges ahead to overtake his brother.

Better start making the most of it.

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Sunlight filters in through the crevice in the ceiling. The floating dust motes beneath it look like tiny, moving stars. He follows the motes with his eyes for a moment before trying to catch them in his small, uncoordinated hands. He peeks into his cupped hands each time he thinks he ’s caught one but never finds one there. It perplexes him and makes him more determined…

He hears a soft, musical hum coming from the direction of the stove.

It ’s Mama.

He turns around hoping to see Mama, but Mattie is sitting at the big wooden table, drawing, and is blocking his view. He jumps a few paces sideways, craning his neck.

And one more jump.

There ’s Mama!

He loves Mama ’s humming. He runs, singing along, to Mama and Mama turns and smiles down at him…

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Mattie takes a stack of Guiding Leaves from a basket near the entrance and gives half of them to Alfred. There is a shallow bowl on a shelf beside them that is still full of water from the morning. Mattie drops a leaf into the water. After a moment it begins to glow and the two descend the short staircase into the main living area of their home.

They walk about the room dropping leaves into the bowls of water placed in each corner of the room and put the remainder of their leaves into a large bowl on the wooden table in the center of the room. Gradually the room fills with soft green light.

Alfred looks around slowly, noticing all the things he takes for granted in daily life. The space is cozy—his head nearly hits the top of the door frames these days—but it fits the two of them just fine. The stove and table remain the same as they ever were, since before he can remember.

There’s a barrel for water and several others for storing food stacked in one corner of the room. Mattie has a couple of jars of his sap reduction sitting on a shelf near the stove which he is quite proud of. As he should be; that stuff is really, really tasty.

Alfred’s attention shifts to the opposite side of the room where there are several shelves that they’d installed to put the books left behind by their mother and gifted to them by Gilbert. He moves closer to touch them and wonders whether they could spare the space and the weight of them in their travel packs.

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“’Long, Long ago, Two Canes were the cleverest of all life in the land. They spoke several languages and used their tools and intelligence to make whatever things they wanted.

They could fly through the sky or burrow underground— ’”

“WOW! They fly??” Alfred asks, taking a break from “grooming” Mama’s glossy, black tail.

“We live underground.” Mattie said quietly, sounding dubious.

“Yes, they did fly.” Mama said with a patient smile, lowering the book she was reading to look at each kitten.

“And Mattie, this house was built by Two Canes many, many years ago. This place is very special and ancient.”

Mattie ’s ears straighten in shock. He peers around the room as though looking for some hint of Two Canes left behind.

“Issat why the rock walls look funny, Mama?” Alfred asks.

Mama ’s brown-skinned hand pats his head and she gives him a wide smile as if giving him a reward for doing something very good.

“That’s right, Al,” Mama then pats the smooth, cool wall beside her. “Only the Two Canes could make something like this.”

She returns to the book.

“Now then… ‘they could even spend many days at sea. They excelled at making art and music—’”

“Mama n’ me make good music!!” Alfred says excitedly. Mattie looks disappointed so he adds, “And Mattie is good at making drawin’s!” He perks up.

Mama smiles and continues.

“’The ancestors of the Ribika were cats that obeyed Two Canes who were second only to the gods and could have been called gods on earth…’”

“Where did the Two Canes go?” Alfred asks. “Why aren’t they here anymore?” The concept of gods was still a bit fuzzy to Alfred, though he knew they were supposed to be amazing beings.

“Well…” Mama hesitates. “We don’t know what happened. We only know that they disappeared long ago.”

How mysterious! Alfred imagines them flying so far into the sky that maybe they got lost and couldn ’t find their way back.

“Mama, why are we called Ribika?” Mattie asks with his head to the side, like he does when he’s thinking a lot.

“We were named after the goddess Ribika who gave birth to the first of our kind.” Mama replies, smiling at Mattie as she did to Alfred earlier. “Before her, our ancestors walked on four legs and were much smaller and less intelligent than we are today.”

Alfred tries to imagine such a creature, but it looks very silly. Mattie still has his thinky face on.

Mama laughs softly and her long, straight black hair shifts as she picks the twins up. “Alright, that’s enough for tonight. Time for bed you two.”

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Alfred lifts the book to his chest.

He and Mattie have precious few memories of their mother. Most of the memories they do have are foggy and dreamlike; so delicate that he fears they could disappear.

He decides to take the book with him and grabs the one about the stars that Gilbert gave him, too.

Their mother passed away years ago when they were still very small kittens. They don't remember anything of her death except that she was ill for a time and then gone one day. They do not recall how long they were alone together after that, somehow surviving on what they could find in the house and in the meadow. If Gilbert hadn’t stumbled upon them one day, they certainly would not have survived.

Alfred grabs a pack from his and Mattie’s room and puts the two books in it. Mattie is in here too. If he has any concerns about the practicality of bringing books along, he keeps them to himself. Alfred notices he’s already got the jar of sap reduction sticking out of his own bag. Perhaps that has something to do with it.

Alfred smiles at him knowingly and continues packing.

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“Hey, Mattie!” Alfred calls from their bedroom. “Where’d the map go?”

Alfred wanders out of the bedroom and grabs another hand full of dried fruit from a storage barrel in the main area. As small as their food stores are for a winter, it’s too much to carry all at once. They may as well eat as much as they want. Plus, they’ll need the extra energy for the trip and their goal is to end up in a place where they can find food, anyway.

“Ugh. I can’t believe you can still eat after all that…” Mattie replies over his shoulder. He’s sat at the wooden table, pouring over—oh, hey, the map.

“Is that the void?” Alfred leans onto the table next to Mattie and drags the map into his reach so they both can see it.

Their home is labeled, sitting on the far northwest corner of the county Sisa. Alfred points to a wide section of forest that Mattie had outlined that stretches from the north east to the south of their location.

“Yeah.” Mattie looked at the area sullenly. “Gilbert told us generally where the void had spread to when he was last out here. Obviously, a direct route is out of the question.”

Ransen is also labeled, sitting in the very center of the map. Indeed, the swath of void cuts off a direct route.

Between the ocean and the void, they’re nearly locked in except for the lone open area to the south.

“Looks like we’re going south then!” Al chirps, folding the map up.

“Wait— Al!” Mattie stands suddenly from his seat, looking uneasy. “Hey, shouldn’t we plan a little better than that?”

“Mattie, we’ve looked over this thing a million times already and talked it over twice that.” Alfred returns with a reassuring smile, packing the map away safely. “There’s nothing left to do but see how far the void has grown and skirt around it. It’s not like we have much choice in which way we’re going, right?”

A sigh of submission and relief. (Mattie seems to have a sigh for everything!)

“I guess not...”

“Great! You ready to go?” Alfred says, putting his coat on.

Mattie takes another sweeping look across their house. Alfred follows his gaze. They’re leaving so much behind… They knew this day would come but the forewarning gives them no solace in practice. He finds himself sighing, too.

“Yeah. It’s not like it’s going to get any easier, eh?” Mattie says donning his own coat and lifting his pack onto his shoulders. “The sooner we get out of here, the safer.”

Alfred nods and grabs his pack. His sadness is soon overlapped with excitement, again.

He’d always wanted to go to Ransen.

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