Fantastic Love and Where to Find it (Newt Scamander X Half Beast!reader)

Save Me

               Where could you find a wand in New York City? That's the only thing standing in your way of finding Newt with the locator spell. You contemplate the dilemma as you turn down a dumpy alley, you aren't paying attention as to what direction you go in, as you have no idea where you are, yet you keep going deeper and deeper into the back streets of the city. It's getting dark and you can feel the potion weakening and your horns, tail, and ears trying to resurface, so as you turn down yet another alleyway you finally stop and look at your reflection in a closed shop window. Your (hair length) (hair colour) hair is damp from the slight drizzle that had begun only a few moments ago. Your (E/C) eyes shone in the streetlight and your pupils began to turn back into slits as a result to the failing potion. Then your eyes fell to the clothes that adorned your frail body, merely a white dress shirt of Newt's as well as some brown pants of his, not typical for the time period, but it's all you have. Fashion isn't something you kept up with, or even bother with. Since you were always with Newt it didn't really matter what you wore, he'd always accept you, but the people here would give you strange looks and disapproving stares. You miss home, you miss Newt, and you're going to do something about it. 

      As you walk more, you begin to notice that the area is only getting worse. Dark figures sit motionless in the pale streetlights, and dogs growl as you pass by fences. The air gets heavy with cigarette smoke from strangers that litter the alleys to both sides of you as well as the sidewalk. Bitter laughs can be heard behind you, and you walk faster. The fear that is building up inside you makes your heart pound and wish for the comforting embrace of your master, and you longed to inhale his scent of old books and herbs. A flickering streetlamp makes you jump as you speed walk under it. The light grows dimmer yet, as you venture through the creepy neighborhood, and multiple footsteps can be heard behind you. Your heart stops but your feet move faster; your beast blood pumps through your ears making your head hurt. The potion is weak, but its effects still grip onto you making you vulnerable. Without your claws and horns and teeth, you had no way of defending yourself. This realization gives you only one option, you have to lose whoevers following you and hide for the rest of the night until you can think of a plan. Your nose fills with the familiar musk of danger and intent to hurt. You know it all too well. 

while walking triple as fast as the people behind you, you can't help but remember being the prisoner of the dark wizards that would torture you and attach things to your body while you were awake. The memories awaken the fight-or-flight sense in you, and yours is much more tuned. The footsteps of three large men, as you presumed, were gaining on you and quickening pace by the second. You decided that you couldn't fight against such odds, but maybe you could outrun them. You don't want to give away that you were on to them, but waiting seems like a much worse option. You think about Newt and how he'd tell you to run most likely, you can hear him in your head yelling 'RUN (Y/N), RUN, PLEASE!' Time slows down as you begin to bolt ahead of your pursuers. You hear them running after you, somehow even faster, like they were anticipating you to make a run for it. The alley ahead is too dark for you to see the end, but you run through anyway, the men right on your tail. Deep, throaty chuckles waft to your ears from behind you. They know something you don't. Your feet abruptly stop as you stare ahead. 

It's a dead end. 

     Slowly you turn to face the three men, all large with greasy grins and narrowed eyes. Your hands touch the wall as you back up from them. "Now doll, don't make this hard on yourself." Rumbles the middle one. "We's just wanna have a little fun, that's all." Says the one on the right. They're closing in on you one step at a time. Your brain went full meltdown and you scream as loud as you can, which is louder than the average human, years of torture will do that to you. Your scream is desperate and ghostly and the men are taken aback by it, but one runs up to you and punches you in the face to get you to shut up. "SHUT THE HELL UP BITCH!" He yells as he grabs your arms and the other two gather around both sides of you. One holds out a gag and pries your mouth open. He ties it around your head so tight that you feel dizzy. Then a well known feeling of cold metal greets your skin and handcuffs are secured onto your trembling hands. 'No, no no, not again, please no!' The pleas in your mind go unheard by the men. Another pair is attached to you feet and chained to a pipe next to you.  You feel hot tears rip from your eyelids as the attackers lean you over a large crate and begin to take off your clothes. Helpless, you can't do anything, this crippling feeling douses you with rage and fear. The men suddenly stop touching you. You can't see why they stopped, but then you hear them all scream in pain as a familiar word pierces through the darkness. "Confringo!" You turn your head and see flames exploding from the entrance of the alley onto the men, burning them from head to toe. They crumple in pain and pass out a few feet behind you. As you're still chained up and unable to move much, all you can do is wait and see who saved you. "Are they here to hurt me too?" you ponder while struggling against the cuffs. Soft footsteps approach behind you. "Alohomora.'" the familiar voice makes your eyes widen. The cuffs shoot off and a gentle hand unties the gag and releases you from it. You turn around and see your savior. None other than Newt himself was standing there with tears in his eyes looking at you like you're the most precious thing he'd ever seen. "(Y/N)....It's okay, I'm here." Your fright blew away with the wind as you leap into his arms and begin to bawl like a baby. "Shhh...I'll never let you go again.." Newt's delicate voice soothed you and your weak body collapsed in his arms. He picked you up and kissed your forehead. The last thing you see as you fall asleep in his arms, is his smiling face shining with tears of joy and relief. "Just rest my love." was whispers to your sleeping form. 

(This took a while to write, sorry if it's crap, I'm not that experienced. I love feedback and if you have an idea of where the story should go from here please tell me, because I can't think of anything yet. I know I'll be introducing Tina, Queenie, and more Jacob in the next chapter. As always, thank you for reading.)