10 | Treat You Better

Prompt: Reader is Theseus (Newt's brother)'s girlfriend, and is constantly abused by him. 

Rated: PG-13 

Warnings: Violence, abuse, mentions of rape, etc. 

Requested: Nope

A/N: Yes, this is a bit short, but I hope that you enjoy it! 

Also, I've noticed that I have 3.5 thousand views! That's so cool, and thank you guys so much! But I only have 120 votes, and I'm wondering if I did anything wrong... I would appreciate it if someone gave me polite and constructive criticism. 

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Newt heard a knock at his door. He was surprised that someone would already know that he was living there, for he had only moved into his own apartment in Britain, after going to America. Getting up, he opened the door.

Theseus.

"Brother," Newt growled, "You know very well that you're not welcome in any place of mine."

Theseus grinned and replied, "Aw, that's not how my little brother should greet me." 

Theseus was the opposite of Newt, smooth, charming, and a ladies' man. Ever since Newt was younger, his parents would always favor Theseus over him. 

"You're not welcome here."

"Very well," Theseus grinned again, saying, "But I brought a guest."

Newt was confused, until a (H/C)-haired girl stepped out from behind him. Y/N L/N. Seeing her brought a new pain to Newt's heart. He had once been her good friend, until she met Theseus at his family dinner. She cut off all contact after that. 

"Meet my girlfriend, Y/N," Theseus said sinisterly, "Oh, but wait--you already know her, don't you? She was your best friend, but I guess that you just weren't good enough." This statement brought fresh, painful memories to Newt, so he gritted his teeth. 

"Say hi, Y/N," Theseus whispered, snaking his arm around her waist. She flinched at his touch. 

"H-Hi, Newt," Y/N said softly, managing a small, fake smile. She was trembling. 

Something inside Newt snapped, seeing the fear in her expression. He knew that something was wrong, and felt an urge to save his once-best friend from the monster of his own blood. 

"Very well, brother," he said, fixing Theseus with a stony glare, "You may stay here."

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Y/N got her suitcase into the room, and then sighed and plopped onto the bed. Finally, some time to rest. 

"Y/N, go and get my things," Theseus called, "I'm tired."

She opened her mouth, about to protest, but thought better of it when she remembered what happened to her the last time she disobeyed him.

So, groaning, she got off of her bed, slid into her slippers, and went into the hall, heading to the living room. 

Y/N stopped abruptly, seeing that Newt was already there, talking to a leaf-y creature. He was talking to it, and she almost laughed, until she remembered the circumstances. 

"I know, I know, I shouldn't have let him in. But couldn't you see the way she..." His voice trailed off as he saw her standing by the door.

"I'm sorry, maybe I should--"

"No, no, it's fine," he said, smiling at her, "What do you need?" He placed the creature into his breast pocket. 

"Um, I'm just getting Theseus's luggage," Y/N replied. The creature popped its head out of Newt's pocket. 

Seeing her staring, he told her, "This is a bowtruckle. His name's Pickett. You want to hold him?"

She nodded, shyly reaching out her hand. She awkwardly coughed when his hand touched hers in the process of handing her Pickett. "He's so cute," Y/N giggled. Pickett pushed out his 'chest', proud of the compliment.

"He likes you," Newt commented, smiling at her cuteness. Then he quickly wiped the thought from his mind. Y/N was with Theseus, and there was no way he could compete with that. 

"Do you have any more creatures?" she asked, her (E/C) widening at the thought. "I mean, I know that you used to be obsessed with beasts." She instantly regretted the phrase after she said it. She didn't want to bring up the past. 

"Yeah," he answered stiffly, then, seeing that she flinched, said, "I've got this case, and it has--"

"When I say for you to do my tasks, I expect you to do them quickly," a voice said coldly by the door. 

Y/N and Newt both turned, their expressions changing. Y/N's contorted to fear, while Newt's changed to hate. 

"Talking to my girlfriend, huh?" Theseus said calmly, although his eyes were cold, "Let's have a little talk in my room." He grabbed Newt's arm in a gentle fashion, but held on tightly. 

Y/N knew what was coming. She had seen it before and gone through it. "Theseus," she began, "He didn't offer to hold me back. I told him that I wanted to see his bowtruckle."

His gaze diverted to her. "Let's go in our room," he finally said, "We need to talk."

Newt stared behind them, gaping, as they made their way to their room. 

Y/N flinched when Theseus slammed the door roughly, and pushed her onto the bed. 

"Please, Theseus," she whimpered, "Can't we just talk this out?"

"Keep your voice down," he hissed, "You don't want your friend to hear, do you?"

"N-no," Y/N whispered, her eyes widening in fear as she saw him start to unbuckle his pants. "Theseus, it was only a few minutes, I--"

"Shut your mouth," Theseus growled, glaring at her as he unzipped his pants completely, too. 

"Please, Theseus, I'm a virgin, I don't--"

"I said, shut your f*cking mouth!" he hollered, forgetting all about Newt. When she tried to get back up, he pushed her back onto the sheets again. 

Y/N tried to fight back. She tried to slap him, to kick him, but he cast a bonding and silencing spell on her. 

And there was nothing she could do but whimper and cry, as her blood stained the white sheets beneath her.

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Y/N woke up with an excruciating pain at her center. She looked down, saw dry blood between her legs, and muffled a sob. Turning her head, she saw that the space on the bed next to her was empty. 

Tears streaming down her face, she collapsed to the ground when she got up. She crawled to the bathroom and placed a pad on her cotton underwear. She also wiped the metallic, dried liquid off of her centre. 

Her head throbbed, and her throat was dry from attempting to scream. She needed water. 

Y/N found that she could walk just fine, with only a slight limp. Changing out of her stained clothing into a nightgown, she walked to the kitchen. 

She saw Newt sitting at the table. The afternoon light streamed through his large window and fell upon his book. He looked almost angelic sitting there, reading, with a cup of tea. 

"Hey," she began, but stopped as he jumped, startled. 

"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you--"

"No, no, I'm sorry," Y/N cut him off, "For startling you."

"It's fine," he said, then, remembering, told her, "Theseus went out."

"Where?"

Newt shrugged. "Don't know. He didn't tell me."

An awkward silence lay between them. Suddenly, another bout of pain filled Y/N from her, erm, private areas. She winced, a face of pain instantly appearing. 

"Y/N, are you okay?" he asked, concerned. Gently taking her arm and leading her over to a chair, he asked, "Can I help? You know, get you something?"

"Water, please," she replied, settling herself down gingerly. 

When Newt came back with a tall glass of it, he questioned, almost hesitantly, "Did Theseus, you know, hurt you?"

Y/N drank the water first. "Um, no," she said, "Not at all. What makes you think that?"

He wasn't convinced. "You're fidgety around him. You used to be, um, so carefree and happy and--and confident. What did he do to you?"

She was going to tell him. She was going to relieve the burden from her shoulders. But just when she opened her mouth, something inside her cracked. She left Newt. She didn't deserve someone like him. 

Instead, what came out was, "I love him, a lot. And no man can ever replace him. I just, um, get shy around him."

Newt pushed the chair back, and, with an air of finality, said to her, "I'm happy for you. Now, I have to get some studying done."

When she got back to her room, she cried. Because she knew that she had not only lost someone that would listen to her, but a future possibility of a lover, too. 

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Theseus came home at eleven at night. Y/N was sitting in the living room, after dinner, when he came in and slammed the door. 

"How'd you get in?" she asked, a little timidly. 

"Useless brother--gave key," he slurred. 

"Theseus, are you drunk?" Y/N exclaimed. 

Theseus ignored her, and stumbled to their room. 

"Help me--with--tie," he said to her. 

"You're a grown man, you--"

But her sentence trailed off when she saw the anger in his eyes. She was afraid that he would touch her again. 

She stepped closer to her, nimble fingers working quickly on collar. But something was wrong. She could smell it, under the heavy scent of alcohol. It was perfume, but it wasn't hers or his cologne. 

So Y/N raised her hand and slapped him. Hard. On the cheek. 

"I'm sick of it," she hissed, "I'm sick of the abuse, the--oh!"

Theseus had grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the closest wall. He slapped her, on the face and punched her in the stomach.

Her head spun from the lack of air, and she felt light.

"Don't argue with me, bitch! You're nothing but an ugly, worthless--"

"Get out of my house," a loud voice said. 

Theseus's hand loosened, allowing Y/N to get away and gasp for air, her lungs working desperately. 

Newt was standing near the door. "I said, Theseus, get out of my house."

Theseus chuckled nervously and said, "You see, brother, I'm drunk, I'm--"

"Get out!" Newt yelled. 

As Theseus stumbled to Newt, he glared at him. Newt instantly pushed him and his luggage out of his apartment. 

"I'm sorry," Y/N whispered. 

"No, I am," Newt said, "I didn't see the signs."

"I abandoned you," she replied, her eyes red, "And I should've never done that."

"He made you, didn't he?"

"Y-Yes," Y/N whimpered, stepping towards him. 

Newt pulled her into a hug. "I still love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she said back, but then a thought came to her mind. "What if Theseus comes back again?"

He though about it for a few moments. "I have a friend. In New York."

Her eyes lit up. "New York!" she exclaimed, "I've always wanted to go there!"

Newt chuckled at her excitement. "Okay, get packed up. We're leaving tomorrow."

"Thank you."

"No, thank you."

"No, really, thank you!"

"Seriously, stop saying thank you!"

"Are we really going to have this argument?"

"Yes, sweetheart."

"Newt Scamander, you're being really annoying right now, but that's what I love about you."