Everything had gone blank for you, and that's all that comes to mind as you slowly slip back in control of your body and regain consciousness, fluttering your eyes softly at the light in the room you're in. Newt is sitting on a simple stool within the centre shack which you recognise your surroundings to be; you feel fabric wrapped curiously around your forehead, a faint dampness unpleasant to the senses.
Newt lifts his gaze to you, a blink crossed his expressions once before he picks himself from the seat at a quickened pace, approaching you and then setting his sight at your head, torso too. He questions quietly; "a-are you alright n-now? y-you had panicked badly in front of m-me... A-and then lost your c-consciousness.." Newt moves back from you slightly, feeling a bit eccentric in his actions, watching and listening carefully for your reaction to soothe his concerns.
You wince as you try to move too quickly, unprepared for supporting Weight, and you drop weakly back to the soft surface you were on; you hadn't really taken any notice of the comfortable bed you were in... You looked up at Newt, then back at yourself, pressing a hand to your forehead, a sharp pain in the area as you move your goggles upwards to the top of your forehead, and adjust the witch hat accordingly as you scratchily speak, "I-I think S-So.. I-I'm S-sorry about b-blacking out.. I'm j-just not too well; S-safety i-is a real p-problem for me...".
Newt thinks for a few seconds, taking in the information with a mixture of both a saddened and concerned expression as he finally works up a little confidence, and asking; "s-since you're already going to be staying for a few days for our deal... W-why don't y-you stay here W-with m-me..?" he shifts in front of you, quite eager at the idea of you staying with him, and moving to your scarf on your neck, petting the little occamy that sits nuzzling your neck protectively.. Cute little snake thing..!
You look at Newt's hand near your neck, trembling slightly, but calming yourself by focusing on the light touch of the cold yet adoring occamy resting in your scarf, and replying to Newt's eager attitude; "I-I guess... My own home isn't the b-best..." you nervously looked to him now, letting a slight sweat cross your cheek as you feel yourself heat up at your worried thoughts, but let yourself relax into the fabrics of the bed, letting out a sigh at the irrational heat you're putting yourself through in front of the man treating you with somewhat decent hospitality.
Newt fiddles with his hands before being contented by your answer, letting himself leave the room to let your rest yourself, putting out the lights in the shack with a wave of his wand, as he climbs up the ladders and leaves the briefcase World, locking the suitcase and dissapperating to his physical home before the safety of the briefcase and his new favourite "creature" would be compromised by the openness of the narrow alleyway.
You take no notice of the moving whilst you sink into sleep, as the occamy in your scarf decides to slither into your arms and grows itself to slightly larger than your body size, and extends itself just to get comfortable curling around your frail form letting you know its clear affection for you by nuzzling its face against your own as you can't help but murr in the comfort, sleeping very pleasantly for once; drifting off into your rest until you wake or be woken.
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Not Just An Animal (Newt Scamander x Reader)
FantasyYou are y/n l/n, and you never got treated with the respect that others had, no, you were not privileged with such pleasantries, being different from the rest. You, were a genetic amalgam, a hybrid of many things. Fate is a mysterious thing that can...
