Obsessive Love
Newt cried when they left London. He hated it and tried stifling the cries but the damned tears wouldn’t stop and all he could think about was the broken look on Theseus face when Grindelwald led him into a carriage drawn by black horses with bat-like wings. Even as fascinating as that was, Newt couldn’t think about anything else but Theseus.
His poor brother had looked so distraught, and he’d been crying- Newt hadn’t seen his brother cry since their parents died at the beginning of the War. The war being the magical community taking over, led by his self-proclaimed fiancé.
The man wasn’t unpleasant to look at but that didn’t change that Newt was terrified of him. Grindelwald had taken his place next to Newt, his arm around Newt’s shoulders.
He gently hushed Newt, pulling the younger man to him- and Newt didn’t have much of a choice in who he could get comfort from.
A warm hand rubbed his back in soothing circles, strange words were being murmured in his ear. He didn’t recognize the touch of magic until he was already falling asleep.
Falling asleep in the arms of the man who’d ruined his life- what had he done in a past life to deserve this?
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In all his vision and dreams, Gellert had never seen this possibility. He’d just assumed being able to free Newton from such a small enclosure- to never worry about day to day stresses of life would be comforting. His beloved was such a delicate thing and – now that he had the opportunity to really look at Newton- Gellert immediately noticed the scars.
When he’d entered the Scamander home, Newton clearly hadn’t expected guests. The younger man was donning only a light blue sweater which was too large and hung off his skinny frame- revealing deliciously pale skin and freckles. But looking closer Gellert found scars.
Casting a quick charm to ensure no one could look through the carriages windows, Gellert pulled off Newton’s sweater. While he’d hoped undressing the muggle for the first time would be in a much more romantic locale. Not to mention, his partner would be conscious.
But now was not the time.
His future husband to be had scars all around his arms, his shoulders, chest and back. They were different lengths and sizes. The German’s hands slipped over them, memorizing them and trying to figure out how his Newton could be covered in so many scars.
Had he been too late? Had Newton been trafficked and that was why the brother had looked so distraught?
No, if Newton had been in the system then Gellert would have found him already (and ripped the wizard who’d hurt the muggle apart with his bare hands).
Had the older Scamander done this? Their parents? But why? How could anyone harm Newton? Even emotionally? Seeing the other cry had nearly made him turn the carriage around.
Deciding that he’d have to be patient a tad longer, Gellert pulled the sweater back over the unconscious male.
Hopefully by the time Newton awoke, they would be in Nurmengard. He’d find out who harmed Newton, punish them, and help Newton become accustomed to his new home.
They would be happy together- so very happy.
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Later on, when Newt did wake up it was hours later. The zoologist was unusually warm, and it took a moment for him to recognize the feel of magic used upon him. Theseus’ magic always felt comforting- like drinking a warm cup of tea on a chilly London day. This felt different, this was like a rare summer day where the sun came through the clouds and warmed everything. The sun’s gaze making him want to lay out under the sun like one of his cats.
His poor cats- Lizzy and Sam. Not to mention his dogs, owl (technically it was Theseus but Newt cared for him), his raven and the ferret he’d saved the other day. The poor thing had been trying to smuggle its way into Thee’s home. He’d been so hungry Newt couldn’t help but find him a bit to eat.
The warmth was comforting but he wasn’t very comfortable. His legs were unusually spread- actually it felt like he was laying on something? Not a bed- no- it was too stiff but, oh.
Newt tried to move away but strong hands on his hips only let him go so far. Sitting up, Newt found himself straddling the man from before.
Grindelwald- the man who took him from his home. The man who wanted to marry him- which still made very little sense. Weren’t muggles deemed to be lesser? To be nothing more than chattel? Why did this wizard who hated non-wizards enough to enslave them want to marry one?
Feeling his heart beating wildly in his chest, Newt tried not to panic. Or think about his brother or his creatures or that he was going to have to marry a complete stranger. Or that he may never see his family - his brother and creatures- again and marriage usually involved, oh god.-
Grindelwald’s hands were sturdy, though- keeping Newt where he wanted the younger man. His fingers going in steady circles on his hips- which made Newt realize his trousers were missing. That didn’t bode well.
Grindelwald sat up a bit, keeping Newt on him. The zoologist couldn’t help but think of a pleased lion- the kinds he read about in Africa. Proud kings of the Savannah who commanded those under him.
In this instance, the prey was pinned atop him.
“Liebling, you’re covered in scars.” Grindelwald’s left hand brushed over Newt’s uncovered shoulder- gently fingering over a thick ropey scar.
“Y-yes? I u-used to care for animals and sometimes they get frightened and I’d r-rather get hurt then hurt themselves or someone else.”
Grindelwald starred- before grinning and laughing. Pulling Newt downward to kiss the rose-pink lips he’d seen in so man visions.
It- it was Newt’s first kiss and the effect was immediate. He let Grindelwald guide him for a moment before remembering where they were and pushed the other off him with a gasp.
“Why did you do that?”
“Why not? I’ve been obsessed with you since the first time I saw you and” In a softer voice, he added, murmuring in Newt’s ear
“When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.”