You struggle to keep up with Newt, who is determinedly power limping away from you, but you're determined to sort everything out, to keep him as your friend at least.
'Newt! Newt please slow down, I can explain!'
He wheeled round with an extremely angry expression
'Explain then.'
Fudge cake
'ok, sorry i can't explain, but please, Newt, you have to trust me!'
'How am I supposed to trust you when I know you have lied to my face?! I just want answers, y/n!'
'I can't! you don't understand-'
'you're right, y/n. I just don't understand why you were in my room this morning, and lied to me about it. I don't understand why you told me I was drunk last night, but you were lying about it. I don't understand why you just said my name in whatever language you were yelling at Sherlock.'
You stand there in silence, unable to process, unable to speak.
He looks at you with so much feeling in his eyes, which could only be described as pure and undiluted anger 'you know what? you are such a liar. You don't ever stop to think how anyone else feels. You never listen! oh wait that's because your to shy and quiet to have any people willing to talk to you to listen to'
And with that he turned and made his way back to the homestead, leaving you standing, shocked and hurt, unable to move a muscle. Is that what he really thought? Did he ever really like you? he probably was just drunk last night anyway, not ever meaning a word he said. You suddenly are hit with and emotion you never thought could apply to Newt. Hate.
Fudge him
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I watch this little squabble with great interest. Look at them, thinking they're so important, hate growing with them, isn't it just adorable
This little development wasn't expected, but I for one am rather enjoying it.
After all, every fairy tale needs a good old fashioned love story.
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A Study in the Glade- a newt imagine
FanfictionYou wake up to the sound of metal clanging, cogs turning, live stock crying out in fear. Sherlock. You remember the time you spent with Sherlock. Dashing through the London streets with a guy who's too intelligent for his own good chasing after an a...
