Newt Scamander x Reader One Shots

Put the "I" in "I Love You" Part 1

This was requested by DragonLover1234567  , who has been SO supportive!!! She's been with this book since the beginning (like a week ago lol) but her comments always inspire me to keep writing. So here it is!

When you were a child someone told you that you couldn't say, "I love you," without the "I." You thought that was obvious; the phrase began with I and taking away that would change the meaning of the sentence. It was much later when you finally realized what it meant: you have to think of yourself before you can love someone else.

You were proud of the person you'd become. You adored yourself in every way. You loved your confidence, your poise, how smart you were and your compassion for others. You accepted that you looked the way you did and your value wasn't based on what you looked like, but what was inside of you. You were at peace with your body and you loved yourself for it.

Newt loved you too. He didn't care about what you looked like or how you dressed. He loved you for the way you were and the personality you'd built from the ground. He was well aware of your philosophy that you couldn't say I love you without I, and he accepted it. He agreed, even. It was how he justified ignoring you for so long.

Newt had been keeping you at arm's distance for too long. You'd let him have his space at first, not minding the empty apartment and the peace you had during the afternoons while Newt worked in his suitcase. You didn't mind climbing in bed alone, because you woke up to have Newt curled up next to you. You respected his dedication and you believed that the distance was good for your relationship.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, doesn't it?

But when you didn't wake up with Newt by your side one morning, and he'd barely come out for meals, and the time you spent alone became longer and longer until it seemed like he wasn't there at all you started to get annoyed. You tried venturing into Newt's case to help him and spend a few precious moments of your day with him, but he avoided you, giving you mundane tasks and placing himself in another area of the magical case.

You tried to talk to him about it but he'd avoid your all-knowing gaze and make up excuses. That made you annoyed, too. All you had to do was look him in the eye and you'd be able to see what was wrong but he couldn't even bring himself to do that.

One day you snapped.

You were a painter and you had a room dedicated to your paintings and sculptures. They were a big part of your life. Your paintings were like Newt's creatures: sacred. You thought Newt understood that- as you respected his Beasts and his desire to care for them- but you couldn't understand why he was ignoring you. And suddenly you couldn't take it anymore.

Candles floated around your easel and canvas as your brush glided across the page, swooping and dipping in swaths of color. You washed off your brush in a levitating cup of water. Dipping it in a dark paint, you dabbed inky blue onto the corners of your portrait, contrasting the light and the dark, the good and the bad, the holy and the sinful. Classical music played in the background and the aroma of wildflowers lingered in the atmosphere. It was a picture perfect scene, something you'd probably paint if it weren't you sitting on the stool, but you couldn't enjoy it. The nonappearance of your boyfriend had left an aching pit in your belly. You knew that if he was there he'd smile, tell you your painting was lovely, stroke your shoulders, and show you he loved you the way only he knew how to. You knew he'd be laughing and humming along with the concerto, alluding to your first kiss at an opera. He'd make the whole room seem brighter.

But he wasn't there.

Sighing, you put down your paintbrush. You didn't want to force Newt to walk away from his creatures but the amount of time you both had been spending apart had become unhealthy for you. You weren't a shy woman, and you weren't afraid to speak your mind. You absolved to walk into Newt's case and give him a piece of your mind. You hadn't the slightest clue of what was wrong with him but he couldn't waste away in a hole and ignore you.