One shots

Dirty Laundry~ Crewt

Newt noticed too late. Credence was already in a panic to control himself. All it took was a flash of black and Newt was on the ground, a large gash through his shoulder. Newt shook his head in a daze as worry filled him. The freckled man immediately jumped to his feet when he saw Credence laying on the ground, still.

Newts heart pounded as he threw himself down next to Credence, taking the smaller boys form into his. Newt placed his head against Credences chest, breathing a sigh of relief when he heard it beating.

The black haired boys form began to shake as his eyes opened. Credences eyes slowly lowered until they met with Newts wound and he panicked, prying himself from Newts arms before he ran.

Newt picked himself up off the ground and ran after Credence, casting a quick healing spell on his arm. He can worry about healing later.

It seems like hours until Newt could find him. But when he did his heart broke. Credence sat in the corner of Newts bedroom. His body shaking, eyes buried in his knees as soft sobs escaped his lips.

"Cre?" Newt called gently. Credence froze. Newt slowly walked up to him, kneeling down in front of the smaller male.

"I-I-it was m-ma. I-I-I couldn't s-stop it. I-i-i hurt you! I'm s-sorry N-Newt." Newt shook his head.

"No, love, don't be sorry, it's okay, I'm completely fine. Nothing that can't be fixed." Newt reached out his hand and rested it on Credences knee. He almost immediately jerked away from Newts touch.

"N-no! D-don't t-t-touch me! I'll h-h-hurt you! J-just go, i-I'll leave. I c-can't hurt you a-again." Credence balled up, Newts heart ached.

"Credence. It's okay. One of the perks of magic is I can heal myself. You haven't done anything wrong." Newt said calmly.

"B-but what about t-the next time? W-what if I-I h-hurt one of t-the creatures? I c-can't d-do that N-Newt."

"You won't Cre."

"J-just go." Credences gasped out in between breaths.

One last attempt at redemption.

Newt cleared his throat, and began to softly sing.

"I don't believe in saints. They never make mistakes." Credence froze as Newt continued.

"I know it's not my place. Who am I to tell you that you need to change?" Credence looked up, eye watery as they met Newts. "His closets such a mess. Filled up with all the skeletons he's kept. Nobody's perfect I confess. But you're perfect enough without ever dressing up yeah." Newts voice grew quieter as he sang. Teary eyed and shaky voices he kept on.

"Dirty laundry is piling in his room. You've got your secrets, yeah I've got mine too." His eyes met Credences tentative gaze. "I don't care about what you did, I only care about what we do. Dirty laundry looks good on you." Newt turned his back, walking away from Credence who still sat, balled up on the floor.

The silence filled the space between them as Newt turned to walk away. The first few drops of tears ran hot trails down his cheeks as he walked away.

"Now here's some honesty." Newt stopped in his tracks. He could hardly hear Credence over the beating of his heart as he slowly turned around. The black haired boy now stood on his feet, eyes glued to the floor as his hair draped over his cheeks.

"Sometimes I trip over your history. Wish I could change my mind. But it's the things I shouldn't see that always catch my eye." Credence raises his gaze to Newts.

"Dirty laundry is piling in his room. You've got your secrets, yeah I've got mine too." Credence slowly walked up to Newt. "I don't care about what you did, I only care about what we do. Dirty laundry looks good on you."