One shots

Fantastic Beats and Hamilton??

"My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher. But there are things that the homilies and hymns won't teach ya. My mother was a genius, my father commanded respect. When they died they left no instruction. Just a legacy to protect." Credence sang softly as he wandered Newts home. He aimlessly wandered until something caught his eye.

Credence slowly approached and sat down at the piano before he ran his fingers gently along the ivory keys. A smile worked it's way onto his cheeks as he began playing the melody.

"Death doesn't discriminate, between the sinners and the saints it takes and it takes and it takes. And we keep living anyways." Newt was lured into the lounge by the sound of Credences voice filling the air and the gentle sound of the piano.

"I didn't know you could sing." Credence jumped at the sound of Newts voice, immediately standing up and knocking over the piano bench.

"S-sorry, I-I just-"

"Hey, it's okay. You can do whatever you want. You're very good at the piano. Can you play something for me?" Credence hesitated before nodding, slowly pickup up the bench, sitting down, and coaxing a melody out of the instrument once again.

"We rise and we fall and break and we make our mistakes. And if there's a reason I'm still alive when everyone who loves me has died, then I'm willing to wait for it. I'm willing to wait for it." Newt smiled and took a seat beside the smaller male.

"I am the one thing in life I can control. I am inimitable I am an original. I'm not falling behind or running late. I'm not standing still I'm lying in wait." Credence let the sound play out and drift into silence.

"That was beautiful Cre." The smaller boys face filled with a blush. "Where did you learn that?"

"M-Ma hated the piano, she said it was a v-vain instrument. But I've always l-loved it. My favourite play is Hamilton, a-and this is my f-favourite song. Chastity helped me hide a l-little piano and w-we always played together when M-Ma wasn't home."

"What's Hamilton? Is that a muggle thing?" Credence's eyes widened as he gaped at the ginger haired man.

"Y-you don't know what Hamilton is?! I h-have to show you!" Credence jumped up taking Newts hand and dragging him along side. Newt smiled at the boys excitement.

That night was the start of it all.

'I'm in love with Credence.' Newt finally admitted to himself. 'Shit.' Newt wandered around inside the suitcase all day, taking care of his creatures, writing, but mostly just avoiding Credence.

It only took the black haired boy a minute to figure out something was wrong. It wasn't until dinner until he mentioned anything.

"N-Newt? H-have I done s-something wrong?" Newt stared at the beautiful boy in shock.

"What? Of course not, why would you ever think such a thing?"

"Y-you've been avoiding m-me all day. I-if you want me to leave you can just s-say it."

"No," Newt reached forward and took Credences hands in his. "I just, it's just that," Newt tried to scramble out the words as Credence gazed confusingly at him. "I," Newt shook his head. 'Fuck it' and with that, Newt swiftly moved one hand to cup Credences' cheek, tilt his head slightly, and place his lips gently onto the smaller boys.

"I wanna put myself in your narrative. It took fighting a war for us to meet and it was worth it. You just walked in and my heart went boom. And now that I'm looking into your eyes and the sky's the limit." Newt whispered as they pulled apart. Credence gazed at him for a moment, slightly star struck.

"I'm helpless, down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em."
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The two boys we're curled up together on the couch, comfortable in silence. Newt smiled at the younger boy, placing a kiss to his forehead.

"I'd never throw away my shot with you." The ginger haired man stated with a smile. Credence lightly slapped his chest, curling further into him, muttering something along the lines of 'that was terrible.'

"Will you be my right hand man?" Credence raises his head slightly.

"If it takes fighting a war for us to meet it will have been worth it." Newts cheeks filled with pink at his remark.

"I'm a trust fund baby you can trust me."

"I-I think you're p-pants look h-hot" Credence stuttered out, making Newts heart stir even more.

"History's not the only one with its eyes on you." Newt winks.

"I'll send a f-fully armed battalion to remind you of m-my love." The two boys burst out laughing, clutching each other to not fall off the couch.

"Okay okay, you win this round." Newt said in defeat. Credence giggled and buried himself further into Newts chest.

{don't judge me, yes I'm obsessive}