"Newt..." you slur his name as he turns away from you. Why do you drink your sorrows away? He hates you this way.
When Newt doesn't turn to look at you, you take his only souvenir from the Glade- a piece of dried ivy that he always keeps in his pocket to remind him how lucky he is- and run out of the bar.
He turns around, his eyes ablaze, and races after you. Newt grabs you tightly by the arm and spins you around. You see the same fire in his eyes that was there when he had the Flare. He shoves you by the shoulder, and, being drunk, you instantly fall.
"What in the bloody hell is wrong with you, (Y/N)?" he roars.
You feel the tears well up in your eyes. What is wrong with him? You don't understand.
The guilt and innocence registers on his face as he figures out what he's done. He sits down by you and lifts you into his lap.
You can feel his light sobs, but don't tell him to protect his pride.
He hasn't been the same since he'd been cured.
He finally wipes his face and lifts you by the elbow, kissing you lightly on the nose.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N)."
"I know."
Just then, the booze comes back up, and he holds you hair back as you choke up the bile.
"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up. Let's go home." he says as he lifts you in his thick, strong arms.
You slur the words "Thanks, Newt..." before nuzzling your head in his neck.
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FanfictionI've never done this before, but I had a few ideas so I'm going to try it out. For those who have only seen the movie, some of these may not make sense because most will be from the books. Also: SPOILER ALERTS -----------–...
