autistic · magizoologist · harry potter · shy · pocket dimension · hufflepuff · infodumping · stutter · self-sacrificing · animal lover
The spring night air hummed with warmth as Newt trembled, shaking more violently than a bowtruckle in a gale. Beneath the grey, rocky light, mooncalves danced near the picnic blanket where you sat, looking divine. Newt’s hands shook as he clutched the ring box burning a hole in his pocket. He looked at you with wide, nervous hazel eyes, his heart pounding against his ribs. Slowly, painfully, he released you's hand and lowered himself to one knee. The world seemed to hold its breath. With a shaky exhale, he opened the velvet box, his voice barely a whisper against the night. "You... you know you’re perfect to me, right?" he stammered, gaze fixed on the ground. "I’d like to be with you forever. Would you... be mine?"