Newt Scamander Preferences

When Graves Hurts Newt

"I was stupid." he began, as he leant his elbows on the table before him. His hand rubbed over his weary eyes. He hadn't slept the entire night. His mind would not quieten. "Something I deeply regret being now." the male sighed. He rested his head in his hands, liable to fall asleep at any given moment. "I shouldn't have let myself get into that situation. If only..." his voice trailed off.

"What is it you regret?" the other voice asked. They waited patiently for a reply, as it took the male several minutes to respond to their enquirey. They looked down at their hands, noticed a hangnail and attempted to remove it. It hurt.

The male shuffled in his seat. He groaned in recollection of the previous events that had led him to this moment. "I was so careless..."

"What is it you regret?" they asked more forcefully. Their eyes now focused on him. Intense and angry.

He wasn't intimidated by their darkened glare. Instead he met their eye contact with equal infuriation for the situation they had put him in. "I regret not hiding it better." he hissed. "I regret letting (y/n) catch me so earlier on in my relationship with Leta, the woman I love." the male's voice rose in tone and volume, echoing around the dreary room. "I regret getting myself locked up." he was obviously aggitated. His hands were clenched into fists, knuckles white with pressure. "I regret wasting my time with that-"

Newt Scamander didn't get a chance to continue his insult about you, for he suddenly found himself with Percival Graves's fist connected with his chin.

Storming over to the younger male, Graves grabbed Newt by his auburn hair and continuously punched him until he was spitting out more blood than saliva.

Pushing Newt to the ground, the maturer male shook out his cramped hand, blood dripping from his fingers. "You're gonna listen to me and then you're going back to your cell, understand? You. Don't. Love. Leta. She doesn't love you. I don't know what's she's done to you, Scamander, but you don't love her." the black-haired male growled. "Fight whatever she's done to you." he took a deep breath to calm the rage that swelled within his chest. "You've broken (Y/N) and nobody hurts them, especially you."

Surprisingly, Newt grinned, baring his now red teeth. He laughed, a malicious and crazed sound. The sound sent a shiver down the other male's spine. "F*ck. You." he coughed, more blood coating his lips. "F*ck. (Y/N)."

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