Multifandom Oneshots

Newt Scamander x Reader

You grab your Muggle telephone, finally giving in and calling Newt.
He picks up on the third ring. "Hello?" He asks, sounding much too awake for it to be three in the morning.
At the sound of his voice, you start crying. "I..."
"I'll be there in a second. Just hold on."
There's a knock at your door in a literal second and you rush to answer. You open it to see Newt, his briefcase full of creatures in his hand, as always. You throw your arms around his neck and start crying.
"Yeah. It's all right." He tells you, stepping inside, putting his case down, and closing the door. "You're okay."
You aren't, though. You nod anyways.
He leads you to the couch, and you curl against him.
"Will you talk to me?" You ask softly.
"Talk to you?"
You nod, sniffling.
"I suppose... About what?"
"Your creatures?" You suggest.
You sit and listen as he talks about his billywigs and bowtruckles, fwoopers and marmites.
He stops when he realizes you've fallen asleep. With a sigh, he kisses the top of your head and makes himself comfortable before closing his eyes too.
You wake up the next morning to the scent of bacon. You sit up, and Newt's blue overcoat falls off from around you. You turn around on the couch to see Newt in the kitchen.
He smiles when he sees you. "Good morning." He says.
"Good morning." You say, getting up to stand in the kitchen with him.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" He prods.
"I wouldn't know how." You advert your eyes. "I'm sorry, Newt, I--"
"It's all right, love." He says. "Don't worry about it. Why don't you go get ready?"
You nod and walk out.
When you return, he's putting plates at the table. "Just in time." He offers you a smile, but it looks forced.
"I'm sorry, Newt--" You say again.
"Don't be sorry. It's okay." He kisses your forehead. "I didn't make coffee." He states.
"All right." You give him a strange look.
"I made tea." He says.
"All right."
"Less stimulants." He explains.
Ah, that's it.
"Are you parenting me?"
"'Course not. Just looking out for you." He smiles.
"I'll get the tea. Sit down." You shoo him away.
As you join him at the table, you give him a smile. His creatures are his first love. You'd always be his second. You'd take it, though. It was well worth it.
"A penny for your thoughts?" He asks.
You shrug. "Just that I love you."
"I love you too." He smiles.