Itchy_Boob wrote this very adorable and lovely-to-read 'Fantastic Beasts' fan fiction!

My hands tighten against the bed sheets eagerly, my nightmare filled with terrorizing visions.

I jolt awake, a panicked cry escaping my lips. Newt shakes from his position on the bed, staring at me. I wiggle my head gently, sweat greased across my forehead.

"What happened?" Newt asks quickly, eyes wide and shocked.

I let out a relieved sigh, my eyes connecting with his. I immediately look away, distress written across my face, even though my cheeks were crimson red.

"I'm sorry for waking you, just a simple nightmare." I mumble, barely audible to the poor male.

Tears have bricked my eyes, as I desperately try to fight them off. I smile dreadfully and hop out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Newt wonders, but doesn't push.

"Some tea, I won't be able to sleep," I comment reassuringly, head pressed against the door frame.

Newt chuckles suddenly, face puffy, and voice husky and thick in the late night.

"I'll come, seems I'll stay up with you."

I nod, and eagerly walk down the stairs, dawdling across them, head moving left to right slowly.

I reach the kitchen, grabbing the kettle from the cupboards and placing it quickly on the stove after filling it with water. Too lazy to turn the stove on at all, I mumble a heating charm and sit down beside my love.

"So," Newt questions eagerly, an inquisitive tone in his words. "what was your nightmare about?"

His words were caring, but I knew him not to be the one to chat. He avoided eye-contact and tried very hard to be kind, even though he was often blunt.

"It's fine, nothing that matters." I hum happily, a diligent smile across my face.

"It-I-"

The kettle begins to whistle as I laugh half-heartily. I waltz over to the kettle pouring the water into the teacups, placing the bags inside gently. It's was a regular flavour, nothing much.

I pass Newt his cup, and smile, knowing he won't be able to sleep.

"I'm sorry." I comment quietly, trying my best to be audible, but to be almost forgotten.

"For what?"

"Waking you up. I feel absolutely terrible!"

"It's quite alright."

He was always reduced to a sentence in speech. I knew that getting together would be lonely, but he often forgot about me. I had expected such things, but he never ate. I had gotten upset about his well-being and we started fighting.

Newt sips his tea, slurping, but not enough for me to care.

"Maybe we shouldn't have gotten together.." I whisper gently, hoping no one heard.

Turns out Newt did, as he suddenly spits out his tea.

"What? Why?"

"It's just-" I hesitate. "You spend all your time with your creatures, and don't even look after your own well-being! Not only that, but your often owling to Tina."

"W-"

"I heard about Tina. You're always off in your own little world, never eating, forgetting about- forgetting about me. Your busy enough that you shouldn't care about me. I'm just getting in the way."

Newt stops breathing, holding in a breath I had no clue he was taking.

"That's not true."

"Admit it is. Don't lie to make me feel better. I'm getting in the way, and you know it."

"I'm not lying, I love you!"

My heartbeat stops, as I turn towards him. Panic struck his face, and I immediately hug him.

"I- I love you too!"

We were both socially awkward. Though I felt more need to talk, even though I didn't like people.

Newt's hands warp around my waste discreetly, smiling happily, I place a kiss to his lips. I immediately pull apart regretting my decisions.

"I am so terribly sorry!"

"Tt's quite alright," Newt hesitates, a smile bordering across his face. "I-I don't mind.."

I gently smile.

I put my socks on, as I snatch Newt's hand and run through the calm peaceful home. I open the back door, a green-grassy backyard completing my vision.

I pull Newt out the door, and rush down the stairs, wand in hand. Newt smiles desperately, confused at whats happening. I stub my toe, letting out a soft grunt as I pull Newt towards me. He grunts as well, mumbling complete nonsense.

"Let's dance!" I cheer, as Newt's lets out a soft groan.

"Why not?" I question eagerly, hands already placed in one of his hands.

"It's late.." He immediately shrugs, and places his hands in the places they belong. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I grab my wand happily, doing a quick spell, as the music player inside the small home, begins its silent tangent.

"What was your nightmare about?" Newt's pesters me again, as I shove off the question.

"What's your favourite magical creature?" I question bitterly, trying to avoid the question he keeps repeating.

"What was your nightmare about?"

"It's Pickett isn't it,"

"What was your nightmare about?"

"He's cute, I bet you love all of them the same though."

"What was your nightmare about?"

"Does it matter?"

He pauses, his brain recollecting.

"Yes. I want to know!"

I sneer at his loud voice. He wasn't one to usually yell. He shows me an empathetic look, but I brush it off, and smile.

"I had the catastrophic dream that you- and all of your animals were gone. They had gotten lose again, and you had been caught up in the mess. I tried to help but you continued to push me away.

"You're scars were plentiful again, and I was very concerned. One day, you just- didn't come back."

The night quickly fell silent, my eyes washing over his. I try my best to look away, but like a moth drawn to light, I looked back. I began to cry, as I held him close, tears ruining his right shoulder pad.

"You were always so worried about me." Newt suddenly murmured, eyes threatening to spill tears.

I fight the liquid back, my tears quickly stopping. I whimper, trying my best to quit sobbing. Newt didn't care what people looked like, and for once I was so happy he didn't. My eyes were puffy and red, a straight face across my cherry-coloured lips, as dried tears stuck to my cheeks. My hair was a mess.

I press my lips gently to his, head tilting slightly to the side. Newt, surprisingly, kissed back. I smile against his lips, mentally cheering to myself.

My eyes immediately lift up.

"We should head back to bed." Newt exclaims quickly, making a point.

"No!" I say mentally scolding myself for being so bold.

"Why not?"

"I want to stay with you a little longer.." I murmur, Newt looking deeply concerned, though the look immediately fades as he hears my reply.

I admit, I was being selfish.

No one ever saw me like this, so Newt, having seen my change in personality, snickered happily.

"Alright, but we have to go back to bed sometime."

I feel the ends of my lips tug forward, as we continue dancing through our wits ends.

~•~

3-6 o'clock in the morning.

A pale bottle of red wine sits on the table, 2 see-through glasses sitting on the stable box. I lay across the midnight dark couch.

Newt's head was placed against my neck, particularly uncomfortable, but lovely, none-the-less.

"Newt." I whisper, a silent echo through the room.

"Hmm?"

"What do you say we head back to the bedroom?"

Newt's face grows red, interpreting my words inappropriately.

"Not like that, you dirty-minded little boy."

I grasps Newt's hands together tiredly, my stubborn attitude once again sticking through.

I close my eyes, the temptation to keep them that way sticks, but I remember I am not the only one who's in a sleepy mood. I pull Newt off the coach desperately, as he groans frustratedly.

I was extremely tipsy, and extremely tired.

We had combined the Wine, along with some alcohol, to make a better tasting flavour. Even though it tasted absolutely disgusting, we drank the whole bottle together.

Newt shifts his feet uncomfortably, trying to pull me out of my thoughts. I grin and drag the poor male up the spruce wood stairs.

We both fall to the top stair, laughing our heads off. Newt was completely different upon drinking alcohol. He chatted more, and his action were quite brave.

I still loved him more when he wasn't drunk.

Newt, pulled me up, picking up my legs and holding me bride style. I giggle as he throws me across the bed.

Until it got sexual.

He pinned my arms down, kissing my neck in a seductive manor.

"This is unlike you, Scamander." I whimper, enjoy the sexual tension.

"What does that imply?"

"That this is different, and completely unlike you. You're going to have a bad headache tomorrow."

I chuckle softly, his hands roaming to the end of my night gown, slowly rolling it up.

My face grows to be a tomato, as he passes my underwear, eyes taking a quick glance, only to look right back up to my face.

Our eyes connect, cheeks growing heated, as he stops his skin roaming halfway up my stumic.

"So, pretty lady, how about you take my shirts off, hmm?" Newt immediately regrets his words, but doesn't say anything to stop me.

I scoff, stoping the room from growing even more seductive.

"Your under the influence of alcohol, go to bed." I sigh, wanting this for years, but I knew he was drunk and didn't mean it.

"Yes ma'am." He immediately fall into his usual submissive state.

I silently whimper, knowing this is my one chance to abuse this opportunity. I groan, hands pressed against his back.

"Goodnight," I murmur, my eyes silently closing. "My love."