( nursed back to health shipping meme. )

[lumeria]

Nursed Back to Health shipping meme Comment with your character, preferences, preferred role, and any information you'd like to include. Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate. Reply to others. Thread.

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Newt Scamander | Fantastic Beasts | OTA

[wellwisher]

couple days late, but here we go!!

[suspectlist]

( Every day, Stiles felt like he learned something new about the whole supernatural presence in Beacon Hills. Whether it was through research, first hand experience, or listening to people like Deaton or Derek, he felt like there was always something new to learn. That was especially true after he'd met Newt. Instead of looking at the fierce and terrifying aspects of the creatures that ventured into Beacon Hills, Newt offered him a different perspective - one meant to save as many as they could and preserve the integrity of both monster and human's true nature alike.

There were times, of course, that Stiles didn't always agree with Newt's methods and mindset. But he'd always listened. Always learned. He had to respect a guy like Newt, after all - one of the rare, genuinely good guys he'd met in his short life.

So when yet another terror found Beacon Hills, turning its sights on people like Deaton and Newt, Stiles had every intention of helping out wherever he could. What he hadn't expected, though, was finding Newt laid out one day not far from Deaton's clinic, bloodied and his clothes shredded in a way he knew meant that he'd probably put up a fight against whoever it was that had gotten a hold of him.

Normally, he would have taken Newt to Deaton, but if the smell of blood in the air (something that was steadily making him feel pretty sick) coming from not only Newt but the clinic told him that wasn't a good idea. Instead, Stiles made the decision to drag the other man into the jeep and take him not to the hospital, but back to his house. It probably wasn't smart, he'd have a lot of explaining to do to his father, but well. It wouldn't be the first time his father walked in on something weird in his son's bedroom.

By the next morning, Stiles had done the best he could to get Newt cleaned up, changed into a pair of Stiles's pajames, and tucked away in Stiles's bed for the night. By the time his father had left for the morning shift, Stiles had barreled down the stairs and into the kitchen to scrape together breakfast for the two of them.)

I've got eggs, toast, and some juice. ( He announced as he made his way into the room, setting a tray on the bed next to Newt before reaching into his pocket to pull out a bottle of pills to shake at Newt. ) And some pain pills just in case you're, you know, not feeling so hot.

[wellwisher]

[Just like every other supernatural being these days, Newt found himself drawn to Beacon Hills, unsure of the reason. A little surprised to find out that one of the town's packs was a group of high school kids, whom he's come to learn from his talks with Deaton, have fought their far share of supernaturals to keep the town as safe as they could. Even when they've lost some of their own.

While he's grown fond of the young pack, he definitely has a favorite when it comes to Stiles. The high schooler seemed to be the more knowledge seeking of the group, always asking questions for every possible scenario or thought that comes to mind. They've certainly butted heads a few times over his own way of doing things but Stiles always worked around it, adding to the different perspective or changing it to his favor.

On that particular day, Newt was on his way to discuss the current supernatural phenomenon with Deaton, to get a second opinion before Stiles or one others came around with their questions regarding the matter. Only to be attacked and left for dead by his attacker, not far from the clinic but just enough out of sight from anyone just wandering by, lest someone followed the trail of blood. He was barely conscious when Stiles found him, only giving pained groans as the younger boy hauled him into his jeep. Having to make the journey up the flight of stairs to Stiles' bedroom wasn't exactly fun either, fully expecting to have been taken to hospital. Thankful that wasn't the case, seeing as having to deal with doctors wasn't on his to-do list no matter how serious the injuries.

Everything past when he made it onto stiles' bed was a blur, not quite remembering getting into the change of clothes or being bandaged up and cared for till the following morning. Feeling lightheaded from the blood loss when he woke up, lifting his arm to press it over his eyes, the sunlight filtering through the blinds just a little too bright. He took in a deep shuttering breath as he tried to assess the full extent of his injuries, letting out a groan at the ache of his wounds when he tried to move. Lifting his arm away when he heard Stiles' footsteps make their way down the hallway.

Newt forced himself to sit up at Stiles' arrival with the tray of food, scooting as far as he could manage to the side to give Stiles enough room to sit on his own bed if he wanted to. Hissing at the pain from the movement, his hand pressed up against his bandaged side.]

Thank you...for doing all of this. I really appreciate it. [He smiles gently, looking down at the tray before bringing his attention to the bottle that he shook and to him.] Do you usually bring injured people back to your house?