A sharp headache brought you out from the darkness of your unconsciousness, your body felt weak and injured. Slowly, your eyes opened and adjusted to the lighting of the room you were in, it was a small room with nothing but a desk and two chairs on either side. Nothing decorated the dingy walls and the floor was old and dusty. You began to remember your situation and how Newt and the others were dragged away in a panic, and how Graves attacked you and stole Newts case. Your mind began to clear from whatever Graves did to you and you tried to move. Thick chains wrapped your whole body and were unmercilessly tight, causing every slight movement to be painful, and a hard metal muzzle was practically glued onto your face causing you great discomfort. There was nothing you could do to escape, you were too tired and in pain to struggle or yell. Your eyes drifted shut once more, blocking out the awful room you were held hostage in.
You began to think about Newt, your master, and everything you'd been through together. He had always been there for you, no matter how simple a moment, he was there to make you smile and forget the pain of your past. You felt that maybe you did the same for him. Every day you'd try and do something nice for him, especially when he seemed sad. Sometimes you'd tidy up, or bring him some tea, other times he would specifically ask for the one thing that always made him feel better, which was a hug. Oh how you missed his hugs, it made all the negativity in the world just fade into nothing, and it made you feel safe most of all, his strong arms would hold you against his beating heart and you'd match the same slow deep breathing that held you both together for often hours. Sometimes it be so comforting for the both of you that you'd fall asleep on eachother. He would so easily take your pain away, even with something as simple as a smile. On some nights when it stormed outside, he'd hold you and whisper to you that you were safe and he wouldn't leave your side til morning, then when you started to fall asleep, he'd kiss your forehead and stroke your hair. You often got hurt when you both went on expeditions to find magical creatures in the wild, sometimes the creature was violent and would try to attack Newt causing you to jump in and fight off the creature. Newt told you over and over not to do that, but how could you stand there and watch him get hurt? So, he'd have to patch you up and lecture you every time, you'd just sit there nodding and listening to his calming voice.
These memories and feelings were enough to make you realize something, a feeling you had mistaken for admiration, this was love. In the dimly lit silence you stared at the wall contemplating just what exactly these feelings meant. What would you do with them? Would you confess to him and hope that he'd feel the same, or would you bury them deep in fear of rejection and try and keep safe what relationship you have now? Reality hit and you remembered he's still captured, maybe even dead. You needed to sort out your priorities and first focus on getting out and finding Newt and his friends, then maybe you'd dwell more on figuring out the strange and complicated world of...Love. A subject you didn't know much about. You were raised in a world without love, by the time you met Newt you were already an adult, so how would you know how to love?
SLAM!
You jolted hearing the noise of the door slamming shut, causing you to wince in pain. The same cynical man from earlier entered and strolled slowly and confidently to your lovely spot on the floor. He stared at you for a moment, as if contemplating what to do with the tied up little beast.
"My, you are an enigma, aren't you?" He chuckled while kneeling down and tilted your chin up, forcing you to look him in the eye. "You were made by the evilest wizards in existence, sown together with monsters and twisted into something so unholy, and so deadly that even life itself rejected you and all your mangled siblings." He took a step back and headed for the door. "Something as revolting as you shouldn't be alive, I'll make sure you don't stay that way much longer. I just need to have a chat with your master before I kill him."
With that he turned and left you in the darkness.
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Fantastic Love and Where to Find it (Newt Scamander X Half Beast!reader)
FanfictionLights, noise, crowds, it was enough to make your head spin. You were alone in New York City, scared and hungry, would your hero find you before you got yourself hurt?