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1-800-teax · 7 months

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Lost

Newt x reader

Angst (sorry in advance)

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"Come on, Newt! Hold on!" I shout as I feel him slipping as Thomas and I desperately try to make it to the serum.

"We're almost there! Just stay with me! Stay with me Newt!" Thomas also pleads.

I cry out as I connect with the floor, Newt's body taking me down with him as he falls to the ground.

I quickly recover, kneeling next to Newt who is choking on the black liquid making its way out of his mouth.

Thomas shakes him while I try to turn him on his side.

Thomas stops me and checks his heart.

"Alright! You grab his feet!”He says moving quickly to grab his upper body.

I'm just as fast as I grip onto his legs tightly.

My muscles are screaming in protest as Thomas and I lift up Newt's heavy body and attempt to carry him.

Thomas and I grunt and groan as we try our hardest to carry him but our bodies are to tired and worn out as we fall to the ground with him.

A frustrated, desperate whine escapes my lips.

"Thomas?" We both pause and look up.

Teresa's voice can be heard loudly over all the chaos happening in the background.

Thomas continues to listen to what Teresa is saying but I could care less.

I return my focus back on Newt as my emotions catch up to me.

I try to swallow back my tears but some strays manage to fall down my cheeks.

"I'm so sorry." I whispers in his ear as one of my hands feel for his heartbeat and the other brushes away his hair from his forehead.

Newt's eyes switch from glazed over to normal which is a sign that he is fighting the infection.

"You cured her.", was all it took for me to tune back into what Teresa is saying.

My focus shoots off of Newt and up to Thomas.

"She doesn't have to be the only one." As she says these words, Thomas exhales a shaky breath.

"All you have to do is come back...come back to me."

I roll my eyes at her words and was about to say something to Thomas when I feel Newt's heartbeat pick up under my hand.

I snap my eyes back on him to see him sitting up right, staring at me with his glazed eyes.

I jump back onto my hands in fear.

"Newt..." I say cautiously, brokenly.

The lights flicker before the two front lights turn on and Newt stands up.

"Newt?" Thomas calls out when he turns around, startled.

He peeks down at me for a second, but quickly returning back to Newt.

I stumble up to my feet and stand next to Thomas.

Newt turns around, but he isn't the Newt I know.

"Newt?" Thomas calls out brokenly.

Newt releases a guttural growl before lunging at Thomas at I, but before he could touch me, Thomas shoved me out to the way which has me diving into the ground.

I whip around quickly to see Newt and Thomas rolling on the floor.

"Tommy, kill me!" He says kneeling down.

My heart breaks hearing those words.

"Newt, I'm here!" Thomas tried to say before Newt lungs at him yet again.

I jump up and wrap my arms around Newts torso trying my hardest to pull him off of Thomas.

"Newt! Newt stop!" I scream.

"Newt, please!" Thomas cried out.

"Please!" We both cry at the same time.

Newt snaps out of his trance, but we both don't let go.

Newt breaths heavily, "I'm sorry, Tommy." He says before turning to me and saying, "I-I'm sorry, Y/n."

"It's okay, it's okay." We both breath out.

The moment doesn't last long before Newt's breathing picks up and he reaches down for something.

He pulls it up to his head and I notice it's a gun.

Both Thomas and I cry out a "No."

I step back and kick it out of his hand as Thomas slaps it away.

Newt lets out another guttural scream as he pounces on Thomas again.

Thomas pushes Newt off of himself.

I watch as Newt pulls a knife from his pants and pounces on Thomas once again.

"No!" I shout reaching out once again to pull Newt off of Thomas.

Both Newt and Thomas scream out as Newt shoves a bit of the knife into Thomas chest.

Thomas shoves Newts hand away from him which causes Newts elbow to ram into my forehead forcefully.

I hit the ground with my back, my ears clogged and my vision blurry.

I desperately try to refocus my vision and attempt to get up but I can't.

I give myself a second to breath before I try again, succeeding this time.

My head pounds as I push myself to fight.

I slowly stumble up into my feet, the sound of Newt and Thomas fighting floods back into my ears and my vision clears up and my vision is still slightly blurry as I watch Thomas and Newt collide into a each other.

The sound of a knife penetrating flesh fills my ears and makes my blood run cold.

Thomas' eyes find mine and the look he gives me tears my heart out, ripping it to pieces.

My vision fully returns just in time to see Thomas reluctantly pull away from Newt with teary eyes.

"No!" I screams rushing towards them just as Newt's body hits the floor.

"NO! NO! NO! NO!" I continue to shout as I fall beside Newt, not caring about my pounding headache or my aching knees from hitting the ground so hard.

My hands tremble as I struggle to find a place to rest my hands.

My hands settle on his face as I watch the life drain from his eyes.

I scream and scream and scream until my throat felt like it was on fire.

I cupped Newt's face in my hands as my salt tears drop onto his perfect lips.

The lips I'll never get to kiss again.

I sob heavily as I wrap my arms around him, cradling him to my chest.

"Don't leave me!" I sob out to him.

I don't even notice that Thomas is now gone until I look up at the sky and from my peripheral vision I see Brenda starting teary eyed.

Minho, Gally and Frypan slow to a stop once they see the scene in front of them.

I turn back towards Newt and sob louder.

"I'm sorry." I whisper in his ear.

I feel soft hands rest on my arm and I look up to see Frypan with tears falling down his cheeks on the side of me staring down at Newt.

I heard a shuffle on my right and I turn to see Minho staring blankly at Newt with Gally a few inches beside him.

Fry gentle raises his hand up to Newt's face which causes me to flinch and instinctively grab his hand, squeezing his wrist tightly.

Fries face morphs into pain which causes me to let go instantly and mutter an apology.

Fry nods before cautiously reaches over to close Newt's eyes.

The simple action emits another round of sobs as I hold on even tighter to Newt.

"Come on, we have to go." I hear Gally say in a strained voice.

"Y/n..." I hear Fry start.

"No." I protest, sternly.

"Y/n, we have to go." Fry says, his voice breaking.

"I SAID NO!" I shout, my voice hoarse.

My right hand trembles as I hold the gun up to Fry, Minho, Brenda and Gally.

"Woah!"

"Y/n-"

I don't even know where I got the gun from or when I moved to get it but here I am holding it on my friends...my family.

Tears blur my vision slightly and and my chin wobbles.

"Leave me here." I choke out.

"This wasn't supposed to hap-happen!" I hiccup.

"I love him! He isn't supposed to leave me!"

"Just-" I throw the gun. "Just leave me here!" I say returning to cradling Newt to my chest.

"Y/n..." I hear the soft voice of Brenda and foots steps as they get closer.

"You know he wouldn't want you to stay here." She says.

I shake my head as tears continue to spill from my sore, bloodshot eyes.

"No-no you don't get to say th-that!" I spit out.

"But you know it's true. He loved you Y/n and you know he would want you to get out and be free." she continues.

Her words sink in.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I whisper to him as I litter continuous kisses on his forehead and cheeks.

" I love you, so so much." I say placing one more, long kiss on my forehead.

I slowly and gently lift his body off of mine and onto the concrete.

I sniff and let the tears flow.

"G-goodbye, Newt." I whisper.

I slowly and brokenly stumble to my feet and crash slightly into Brenda who gently guides me away from Newt.

I look back at him and a sob escapes my lips as I leave the love of my life.

Brenda keeps a tightly grip on my wrist as she guides me to the Bereg.

We make it and Jorge wordless pulls me into a hug where I crash my body weight into him and release more sobs.

"Come on, we gotta go." Vince gently says as Jorge guides me inside and into a seat.

I abandon the seat and slide on the floor instead where I stare blankly at the wall with hot, salty tears rolling down my face.

Soon enough Brenda comes and sit next to me, not saying or doing anything, just there for comfort.

After a while my tears stop and stain my face puffed up, blotchy face but my mind continues to run.

I get so lost in my thoughts that I don't even realize the panics everyone was going through to get Thomas or the fact that he was bleeding out.

The hit to the head I took earlier catches up to me as my vision turns black.

I wake up laying in a cot next to a passed out Thomas.

I confusedly look around at the medical supplies in the tent.

I listen and hear the sounds of water whooshing and loud chattering.

I sit up slowly and look down at my clothes.

I paused when I see Newt's shirt on me.

I swallow back my emotions and raise the shirt up to sniff it.

I release a breathy laugh as I could still smell his strong earthy scent.

I’m gonna live for you, Newt. For the both of you.

I thought while caressing my stomach.

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inklingofinspiration · 2 years

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a gradum ad lumen - part 3 .

i’ve been really eager to write this chapter, thomas has always been a personal favourite. again, if any of you have requests for things to happen in the coming chapters, then feel free to dm me!

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Word count: 3.9k!

Warnings : general TMR TWS; blood, slight gore, disturbing ideas / images, and depicted injuries. mentions of drunken acts and alcohol in this specific chapter.

Pronouns used: they/them – gender-neutral.

Prompt(s) used: “Who knows. Maybe we’ve actually made it out of this hellhole after all.”

Pairing: TMR x GN!Reader.

Parts you may have missed: Part 1, Part 2.

A/N: i’m trying to make my writing style less choppy, so let me know how i do! I also might go canon divergent on a few minor things throughout the series, so don’t mind anything like that if you happen to notice.

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At your words of greeting, the Greenie seemed to fall silent, a look of confusion churned by fear and terror passing over his features as he took in the sight of you and your outstretched hand.

“Didn’t realise I looked that bad,” You joked in a weak attempt to make him feel at least a bit better, but you knew how it went. The way that anxiety constantly bolted through each newcomer when they awoke in the Box, trapped and alone, only to be hauled out by a group of people they didn’t know, with no recollection of who they were or supposed to be. It was horrifying. So you quickly amended your statement with a nervous shuffled, “Right, uh. . . look, I know you must be confused, scared, all that, but we’re not here to hurt you, promise.”

Still, no response as he continued to practically gawk at you from where he had fallen on the ground.

By that point, Newt and Alby were already shoving through the crowd to reach you, Newt shouting an order that sent the rest of them scrambling, both of them stepping forward, but you subtly flicked your hand, silently telling them to hold off for a minute. The blonde seemed to understand, turning to Alby and whispering something in his ear before they both stopped and waited expectantly. Just then, a shaky, hoarse voice cut through the temporary silence, dragging your attention back to the Greenie as he finally spoke.

“Who are you people, and why don’t I remember anything?” He spat, seeming to have recovered from his fall and scrambling to his feet, the venom that laced his voice making it sound as though you were responsible for the missing pieces of his past life and identity. You merely offered a sympathetic smile.

“We’re in the same boat as you, Greenie.”

“Stop calling me that, I have a name.”

“Oh, sorry, didn’t realise you’d remembered it already,” You said apologetically, beckoning for him to continue. “What is it?”

That’s when he seemed to falter, clearly wracking his brain to try and remember a detail that so many seemed to take for granted; the Creators hadn’t even been decent enough to let you have that off the bat, and the thought of it was enough to make a bitter taste fill your mouth. When he went silent, you offered him the same smile you had a beat earlier,

“That’s alright. It comes back sooner or later; each of us had to wait a few hours or so before it came back to us. But, in the meantime, we’ll tell you ours instead.”

You waved Newt and Alby forward, your apologetic smile breaking into a grin as you gestured to them both, “That’s Newt. He’s Keeper of the Trackhoes – leader of people who play in the dirt and garden, basically, but also second in command. Alby here’s our beloved leader who keeps us from losing it and letting all this go down the drain.”

You swept your arms toward the Bloodhouse, Maze walls, Homestead and everything in between with a certain sense of pride; afterall, you’d been helping out to make the Glade what it was from the very start, give or take a few months.

“And I’m Y/N, but you can call me N/N if you’d like. We’ll show you the ropes in a bit.”

You wrapped up your speech with a punctuated bow, feeling Alby laugh quietly from beside you as you dusted your hands and glanced to Greenie. He had fallen silent once more, whether he was trying to take in everything and process it all or thought you were a nutjob was well past your realm of knowledge as he remained oblivious to the three pairs of eyes that were fixated on him. When his eyes finally circled back to you and the others behind you, he spoke with a specific uncertainty,

“Okay. . . so what’s with the walls?” He queried, mimicking your earlier gesture toward the hulking steel masses that closed in on you on all sides.

You were about to respond when Alby beat you to it, his patience clearly growing thin at all the questions.

“We’ll give you a tour tomorrow first thing, you can ask questions then.”

Newt nodded to back Alby up, offering you a sidelong glance as though he expected you to do the same, but you merely shrugged and continued your conversation with him.

“Can’t have you getting any special treatment,” You joked as you began walking toward the gardens, which stood behind the newbie. As you passed, your voice dropped to a whisper, praying to the gods above that the other two didn’t hear you, “If you have any questions, you can just come to me, Alby can be a bit impatient with the Greenbeans because no one was ever there to answer his questions. Was the first to arrive here and all.”

You watched him nod from your peripheral vision, to which you grinned before pausing a few steps away and turned back to face him and gesture from you to Newt, “Oh yeah, you’ll be workin’ in the gardens with us for the rest of the day, so feel free to tag along.”

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“Here, you can take over chopping the wood.”

You were more than happy to pass the hatchet over to the unnamed male, only for him to stare blankly down at it as he turned it over in his hands, leaving you to grin sheepishly as you gently took it back into your own grasp.

“Right, sorry, keep forgetting. Uh. . . you can work with Newt to finish picking the tomatoes or start stacking the wood I’ve already cut,” You offered, leaning against the handle of the hatchet after you had stabbed it into the scarred tree trunk once more. Greenie looked from you to the second in command, raven coloured hair practically dancing in the wind that blew through the Glade every ten minutes or so before he began reaching for the first piece of wood that lay a few feet away from the worn soles of your boots without much of a response aside from that. You nodded before brandishing the hatchet and set another block of wood onto the top of the tree stump, giving the tool a subconscious twirl, the trick something you had picked up on when Minho had been chopping wood himself at least three months back.

You almost laughed at the thought, memories of how he’d groaned each time you failed to repeat his deft and fluid movements but continued helping you well past the dinner call until you could finally do it without a second thought. But your thoughts were quick to be interrupted by the same cutting and almost out of place voice that had your head turning in an instant, the hatchet easily splitting the awaiting log as you did so, despite the almost guaranteed danger that came with taking such a risk.

“How long have you been here?” The Greenie asked, hazel eyes fixated on your e/c irises, his figure crouched beside a few split pieces of wood, a hand planted in the soft, feathery grass still damp from yesterday evening’s storm and the other hovering over one of the aforementioned pieces of woods. You paused at the question, however, levelling him with a curious stare but answered without missing a beat.

“About two years or so, give or take a few months. Why?”

“Two years,” He repeated with a certain breathlessness, almost as though he couldn’t believe it, but was quick to shoot a rebound question. “You still haven’t found a way out? Of the Maze, I mean.”

You shook your head, “It’s a work in progress, but the Runners go out each morning and dedicate themselves to tracking the movements of the walls, see if anything new’s appeared.”

“Runners?”

“Yeah, you’ll see them take off tomorrow during your tour, maybe even see them come back tonight during the bonfire if you’re lucky.”

“Do you guys usually have bonfires?”

“You’re just full of questions, aren’t you,” You teased, rolling your shoulders back and stifling a yawn before you continued. “We have ‘em once a month, helps keep spirits up around here. You’ll see why when it happens; dinner should be called in an hour or two, so we’ll be lighting the fire sooner or later. You’ll get introduced to everyone there.”

Another nod from him, “Thanks.”

You happily returned the gesture with a dismissive wave of your hand before turning back to the last few pieces of wood, the sun beating down pleasantly on the back of your neck as the afternoon slowly began to melt away into the cool weather of the early evening.

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“My back feels like it’s about to bloody split in half,” Newt muttered from beside you as you walked with him and the Greenie flanking you, each of you carrying a plate of dinner toward the bonfire pit where Builders had already begun dragging the piles of wood you had chopped and throwing them in a haphazard heap, months of built up ash and char fluttering up visibly through the practically sparking night air as you approached the gathering crowd with your typical grin. You spared a glance over your shoulder at Newt’s comment, the urge to laugh only increasing at the incredulous look he shot you at your expression.

“Oh yeah, I keep forgetting about your chronic back pain, old man,” You teased, hearing him huff from behind you before you finally reached a log that wasn’t swarming with a dozen or so Gladers, your ankle practically bursting in relief at the sight. “You think Minho’ll actually stay awake for this one, or he’ll pass out mid-drink like last time?”

The three of you settled into the grass in front of the log a beat later, watching as someone lit a match with relative ease and tossed it onto the logs wetted with whatever flammable drink Gally had whipped up this time around. You were entranced as your eyes remained fixated at the seemingly alive flames, brilliant autumn golds and oranges flickering and lapping at the air, shadows dancing in their wake and stretching to touch the glowing constellations embedded into the black velvet of the sky, missing Newt’s response under the roar of flames and the ravenette seated beside you finally joining the conversation.

“Who’s Minho?” He asked, looking up momentarily in your and Newt’s direction rather than his dinner of bread and casserole that Frypan had seemed particularly proud of when he’d been dishing it out. Newt gestured for you to explain as someone called out to him, dragging him into a separate conversation – a debate about whether they should wait for the Runners to return before passing out drinks from the looks of it.

“I envy your existence,” You joked, settling your back against the log behind you and momentarily staring off at the fire once more before returning to the conversation with a bemused laugh. “He’s, uh, Keeper of the Runners; you’ll know him when ya’ see him. A bit tall, as egotistical as they come, looks like he uses the world’s supply of hair gel each morning. The entire deal.”

At his confused stare, you elaborated.

“If you’re a Keeper, then you lead a certain group. I can’t tell you too much, otherwise Alby’d skin you and me both, but he’s in charge of the whole running deal.”

He seemed satisfied with your response, nodding once more and falling silent suddenly as his eyes trailed after something past the enrapturing glow of the fire; you followed his gaze only to see the Runners jogging through the East Door as if on cue, Minho at the head of the pack. Newt had just finished settling the argument (if they began passing out drinks that instant, there wouldn’t even be any left for the Runners to begin with, had been the conclusion) when he caught sight of Minho as well.

“There the bloody shank is,” He said after a moment, clearly bemused at the rather irritated look on the Asian’s face as he took in the sight of the bonfire that had started without him. You shouldered Newt playfully, which he easily returned, shaking your head and waving the Keeper over once he got close enough.

Minho’s finch coloured irises flicked to you the instant you raised your hand to him, despite the distance and veered from his path to the Maproom, clearly more than content to take the detour to put off the dreaded process of drawing up the maps of the day for at least a little longer. He almost seemed ethereal as he slowed to walk, the firelight bathing him in a vermillion-tinged gold light that seemed to morph to his figure when he finally halted beside you, his typical smirk instantly taking residence on his features as he observed the three of you.

“Look at you, being all nice and sweet and fetching me dinner,” He teased by way of a proper greeting, reaching over your shoulder and nearly snatching up the untouched plate of food that rested on your lap. As soon as you realised it, though, you swatted at his hand with a scoff.

“You wish, slinthead. You haven’t even introduced yourself to the Greenie.”

Your running partner pinned the aforementioned male with an almost analytical stare that the other had no issue returning, the tension in response to that nearly palpable and crackling. You glanced back to Newt, who only rolled his eyes in an exasperated manner, turning back to his meal as though he thought they’d sort it out without a fist fight. You sighed at his lack of aid, but were quick to handle it yourself, hitting Minho’s side with enough force to tear his attention away from his seemingly new opposer, however begrudgingly he had done so.

“Play nice,” You chided, which made him laugh as he began jogging once more, shooting a final riposte over his shoulder before you were out of earshot.

“In your dreams.”

The Greenie spoke up once more, settling himself back into a more comfortable position as he muttered into his food, “What was his deal.”

It was more of a rhetoric than anything, but you snorted at the comment.

“He’s a bit of an ass sometimes, but he’ll warm up to you eventually.”

“Language,” Newt warned from your opposite side, which made you pass the ravenette a joking eye roll. “Minho’s enough of a hassle in that department, I don’t need you there too.”

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Minho had joined your pleasant trio half an hour earlier, you, Newt, and him drifting in and out of conversation, you leaning in Thomas’ direction every so often to fill him in on parts of the Glade that were mentioned when his face twisted up into a confused expression. He remained quiet for the most part, the only interaction he seemed to have over that course of time was responding to you and meeting each of Minho’s glares he shot his way. There wasn’t much you could do to stop it, save for the occasional heel of your boot to the Runner’s shin, the agitated look that passed over him enough to save you and Newt a few exasperated eyerolls.

You two had just finished discussing what would be done in the Glade tomorrow, your activities tailored to accommodate your injured ankle and all, when Alby waved Newt over from the other side of the bonfire. The leader was clearly wasted, if not damn near close to; his shouts to the blonde were slurred, his steps more akin to stumbles that nearly sent him tumbling into the fire as he stepped too close, and just the sight was enough to make you laugh and offer Newt a pat on the shoulder.

“Have fun, don’t end up like him,” You teased as he swatted your hand away and stood up, clearly dreaded whatever lay in store for him next before he lifted his hand in farewell, disappearing in the glow of flickering orange-gold soon after.

“So, has Greenie here remembered his name yet, or is he still sulking like a sissy about it?” Minho commented with a certain amount of venom that made you wince. You were about to ask why he was being so short when you took a glance around him and saw the mason jars scattered around him.

Of course he was planning on not remembering anything about the next few hours.

You had never really been a big fan of drinking, whether it be the rancid taste of Gally’s godawful brews or the thought of a pounding headache the day after. So you settled for whatever Fry kept stashed in the back of the fridge for you, and you were more than content to have that instead. But no matter how much you wished you could go, settle down into one of the worn stools that lined the counter of the kitchen and get away from all the chaos, it was more than evident that you couldn’t leave the two alone. Who knew what could happen with Minho’s short temper and the Greenie’s defensive responses.

You elbowed the Keeper harshly in the stomach, your words coming out as more of a hiss than anything, “Slim it, Minho. You were in the same position a few years back.”

He only snorted in response, looking about ready to reach across the log and attempt to strangle the ravenette, bringing the jar in his hand to his lips once more, only for you to snatch it out of his hands before he could take another drink and handed it off to a passing Glader. He was about to protest when you shot him a glare that nearly made him recoil, reduced to mutters as his arms folded across his chest and he settled against the back of the log.

“He’ll. . . warm up to you eventually,” you offered wryly, almost laughing at the Greenie’s unsure expression when a shout rang across the bonfire. You didn’t even have to turn around to know what was coming next, especially not with the cheering that erupted not a moment after Gally called out to him, footsteps audible as they disturbed the grass underfoot.

“Hey, Greenie, how about I give you a preview of what you’ll be seein’ a whole lot of in the future, huh? As a Slopper, y’know,” He remarked once within appropriate earshot, stopping just a few feet from where your legs were stretched out. And as though he read your mind, he spared you a glance before settling his attention fully on you, “Unless you wanna go first.”

You scoffed at that, rolling your shoulders back experimentally and narrowing your eyes as you met his gaze without missing a beat, “Yeah? You want a repeat of last time?”

“This could be different. But if you chicken out, I get that.”

The taunt did nothing to infuriate you, something you dismissed with a disparaging wave of your hand before offering the Greenie a sidelong glance and sighing. The moment you wordlessly climbed to your feet, sending a nod to Thomas and a warning glare Minho’s way, the boys that had followed after Gally erupted into cheers, the aforementioned Builder gesturing for you to lead the way to the hastily drawn circle that they called the ‘fighting ring’. It seemed childish, the idea of essentially cat-fighting with a bunch of drunken teenagers, but you could put on a show if that’s what they wanted.

“We’ll let good old Clint give us the countdown, since you already know the rules,” Gally supplied, nodding off to the Med-jack, who shot him a thumbs up as the Keeper began stretching out his arms, making more of a show out of it than anything. A meagre eye roll was elicited on your end, taking up a spot on the opposite side of the circle from Gally, shuffling back and to the side a few paces to position yourself a bit more to your convenience; your arms hung loosely at your sides with your legs staggered just behind one another, allowing for a flexible but firm stance in preparation of the hopefully quick fight.

It was known that you were more than knowledgeable in combat techniques, something that was a bit hard to not be after having been in the Glade for as long as you had been. And perhaps your regular fights with Minho played a small part in it as well, but you were practically the crowned ruler in that aspect among the Gladers. Gally just seemed to have the constant and compulsive urge to continuously one up and belittle your every move, so you were sure to humour it every once in a while.

As the Med-jack’s voice rang clear through the otherwise silent air, you felt yourself stiffen slightly, adrenaline already beginning to course through you at the sound,

“Three,”

“Two,

“One!”

Clint couldn’t even properly finish before Gally leapt up and sprang directly for you, determination limning his every move as he raced toward you; he was frighteningly fast for his size, you seemed to note every time you were faced against him. But you didn’t allow it to deter you much, steeling yourself against the ebbing anxiety that crackled within your chest, pivoting on your heel and practically dancing just out of his reach as he attempted to swing a hook for your jaw. Your boots stirred up dust in your wake, movements light and swift, calculated as you leapt back once more, the Keeper seeming to grow frustrated as each of his blows failed to connect.

Finally, you caught sight of an opening when he drew back his fist and aimed for your stomach, allowing you ample time to parry his blow by meeting it with your forearm and shoving it away from you before grabbing his wrist and yanking him forward. The unexpected contact left him stunned for a moment, which you took advantage of mercilessly, quick to sidestep behind him and pin that same arm behind his back, twisting hard and fast until you heard him grunt in pain.

He practically flowed at your mercy as you shoved him to the ground stomach first, releasing your hold on him a second later as Clint announced you the winner at Gally’s struggling state to recover.

Once more, cheers erupted from all around you, and you couldn’t help the exasperated eye roll and grin that overtook your features, waving with a laugh as you stepped out of the ring before Gally could challenge you any further, a few of the Gladers managing to slap you on the back in encouragement as you passed. Through the parting sea of bodies, you made your way back toward your original spot between Minho and Thomas, the two clearly doing their best to ignore the other’s presence, but both perking up as they caught sight of you.

“Well? Did you win?” Minho slurred, somehow in an even more drunken state than he had been in to begin with, which only made you roll your eyes for the nth time that night, nodding nevertheless. You turned your attention to Thomas, holding your breath as you questioned him with an almost irritated tone,

“You bloody drunk too?”

He shook his head.

“Wonderful,” You clasped a hand over his shoulder, gesturing for him to follow you as you both climbed to your feet and began walking away from the roar of the ongoing bonfire, ignoring Minho’s protests for you to stay all the while, “Let’s get you settled then, hm?”

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a0-the-mistake-newts-love · 2 months

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Shower

Author's Note:

Newt x Reader

Warnings: SMUT! MDNI!

A/N: This was my first time writing smut.

Newts hands began to make their way down to where she was particularly sensitive. Her reactions to his touches were very telling, and he couldn't help but enjoy it. He knew she was ready for more so he turned his attention to her inner thighs until he reached a certain point... and stopped.

He felt a sense of pride as his hands continued to play with the area around her clitoris. He loved that he could control her and bring her to her knees. She was begging him, "Please..." That's all the confirmation he needed to keep going. He let his hands move around the sensitive area, starting with small movements which was leading more towards the center. His hands began to be a little bit more playful as he enjoyed how she was reacting.Newts smirk grew a little bigger as he heard how she reacted to his touch. He wanted to keep this going for as long as he could, so he played around a little more as he got closer and closer until...

"Oh, my God Newt, please" she mumbled That was exactly the response he'd been waiting for. Newts smirk grew bigger as the urge he'd been fighting this whole time finally took over. His heart rate was increasing, and so was hers. His hands quickly moved to where she wanted them.

His fingers lightly circled around her clitoris. Her soft whimpers were music to his ears. It didn't take long before she was a shaking, moaning mess. He couldn't help but feel proud of himself for being the one to bring her to that state.

Her legs started to feel weak so he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up in between the wall and him. The sudden movement brought her back to her senses, and she couldn't help but laugh a little at the fact that he had lifted her up.

She pulled him in for another kiss and began to move against him. she grinded untill he grabbed her hips forcing her to stop. She wined and he chuckled. "I'm gonna make you feel good. Do you trust me?" he asked her.

"Yes" she said without hesitation.

He kissed her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him for dear life. His lips moved from her mouth down her neck. He slowly entered her, making her gasp and throw her head back. He took this opportunity to move down to her chest. He kept going, pushing all the way into her. His lips were on her chest and his hands were holding her by her waist.

As he moved in and out of her, her moans grew louder and louder. They were so loud, they were bouncing off the walls. She was a shaking, moaning, beautiful mess and he absolutely loved it. After a while, they started moving faster, both wanting more and more. They were moving faster and faster.

"Oh god!" He was hitting her g-spot every time with each thrush going herder and faster. "Oh, god" She felt her stomach tighten, a tingling sensation ran through her body.

"Cum for me love."

As soon as the words left his mouth, she couldn't hold it in anymore. She did exactly what he told her to do and came all over him. He held her in place, helping her ride out her orgasm. He loved the sight in front of him, her mouth was open, her eyes were closed, her breathing was heavy and she was sweating. He loved how vulnerable she looked and felt in this moment.

He felt her clench around him. She was still sensitive and her moans were so loud. She couldn't take it anymore. He felt himself getting closer to his release, so he picked up his pace and went harder and deeper into her she came all over him again. With the sounds she made, it wasn't long before he finished inside of her. "So much for 'just a shower'." He chuckled, kissing her forehead.

#newt #newtxreader #themazerunner #newtsmut #newtxreadersmut #smut #ThomasBrodieSangster #ThomasBrodieSangstersmut

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sunnyyyyyyyynnus · 2 years

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The Gladers ⁓ Imagines; Oneshots; Headcanons; Playlists; etc. - Author's Note (on Wattpad)

#arisjones #gally #minhoxreader #newtxreader #thedeathcure #themazerunner #thescorchtrials #tmr #tmrfanfic #tmrgally #tmrimagines #tmrminho #tmrnewt #tmrthomas #xreader #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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liliumsabyss · 1 year

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I have never made a request before because I’m usually happy to browse, but seeing that Newt from Maze Runner is on your character list (if you no longer write for him that’s fine) and there’s not a lot of works with newtxreader let alone a male reader I’d love it if you could write something about Newt getting jealous when Thomas comes up in the box and asks about the reader. Please don’t feel pressured either way what I think you’re doing is amazing since there’s not enough male reader representation out there. All the love to you ❤️

Jealousy

FEM DNI, I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Newt(TMR) x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.226k

Tw: Jealousy, mentions of slight possessiveness, oblivious to flirting, hasn't been edited by my mod, and maybe out of character Newt?

A/n: Hello, I'm very sorry it took me this long to fulfil your request! You are incredibly sweet! Thank You so much! I'm truly grateful that you have put in a request, and once again, I'm truly sorry it took me this long. I had so much fun writing this, and it has honestly been one of the pieces I've loved writing the most, so thank you for that. I write for any character on my character list, and more off it, I love Newt so much, so this made me incredibly happy for someone to ask! And also all the love to you, you seem like a genuinely sweet person and thank you once again for delighting me with this and putting in a request, especially such a sweet one!

Newt had been guiding the new boy who had come up in the box; he was tall with dark hair and deep brown eyes the male had clearly still been in a confused stupor as he followed the other around the glaze, his adrenaline pumping as he was constantly looking and asking questions to the blonde who happily answered them. However, as soon as the two males passed in front of the med-jack hut, which was several yards away, Thomas stopped in his tracks, looking at the “porch” of the building, which was more or less a poorly branched mat that had a canopy shading it. On the porch, there sat one of the other gladers on a chair while a (h/c) haired male with stunning (e/c) eyes peered down compassionately toward the glader in the chair as his (s/c) hands daintily wrapped the other male's upper arm with bandages tying a small bow to ensure the wrappings stayed in place before giving the other a smile and sending him on his way. Newt's gaze softened, seeing the (h/c) haired male. Thomas was staring curiously towards the same male.

“ Who’s that?” Thomas finally spoke up, snapping Newt out of his lovestruck trance.

“ Oh that's (Y/n) he's the keeper of the med-jacks.” Newt said his gaze never left from the said male as his chest filled with pride at his lover’s accomplishments.

“ So he takes care of the injured…?” Thomas' voice trailed off questioningly as the blonde turned to look at Thomas, confused at the obviousness of the statement.

“ Yes…” Newt responded, trailing off, his eyes hardened, looking suspiciously at the other.

“ So if I got injured, he would take care of me?” The dark-haired male said with a subtle hint of excitement in his voice, only making Newt’s eyes squint in suspicion more.

“ In theory, yes.” The blonde responded carefully as he felt a small seed of jealousy buried in his stomach. He tried to brush it off as maybe only jealousy.

“ Is he in a relationship with anyone?” Thomas asked curiously, rubbing the back of his neck and looking back towards the (h/c) haired male once again. The seed that had been planted in Newt’s started to grow as he could feel the jealousy grow, he began to glare at the other, about to mention his relation with (Y/n), only for Minho to come over.

“ Hey, Newt! I just need to talk with the greenie for a little bit. See you later!” Minho said, dragging Thomas away before Newt could state anything more. Newt turned towards the (h/c) haired male in the distance, ready to go to talk to him, only to have Alby call for him, dragging his attention away and requiring his assistance. Newt started to walk away, his one leg causing a small limp, before looking over his shoulder one last time and seeing his lover tell some of the other gladers to bring in the new supplies.

Newt had been occupied by Alby all day, trying to help around the glaze and stop some of the boys (mostly Gally and his group) from doing something stupid. Before long, the sky turned dark, and many fires were being started to light the glaze. Newt began to go once again toward the med-jack hut, but he stopped mid-step when he saw Thomas and (Y/n). Thomas was speaking happily with the (h/c) haired male said, the male was laughing at whatever Thomas was saying. Thomas had a noticeable blush that was even obvious from where Newt was standing. The blonde was in disbelief how could anyone like someone after meeting them once again, he didn’t really have a say, after all, he was the same with (Y/n). Newt’s stomach twisted with jealousy as he started to make his way towards the pair, his fist slightly clenched and unclenched.

“ Newt!” (Y/n) called out with a wide smile on his face turning around to see the blonde. Thomas turned towards the blonde, waving his hand slightly but retracting as he saw Newt's glare directly aimed at him, but it softened when he looked at the (h/c) haired male. Newt, as quickly as he could, made his way over to the pair.

“ Hey-“ Thomas started but retracted as Newt glared daggers into him, the blonde was quick to embrace (Y/n), his arms snaking around the other male's waist as he stepped behind him, leaning to rest his head on the (h/c) haired males shoulder turning to kiss him on the jaw. (Y/n) chuckled at the uncharacteristic behaviour of the other, turning his head slightly to look at Newt but quickly looking back at Thomas, who was just standing there awkwardly, realizing his errors over the course of the day. Newt, unhappy with the lack of attention, started peppering kisses on his lover's neck and jaw. The receiving of the actions was slightly confused but gladly accepted the affection.

“ Oh, so you…are together?” Thomas said with a hint of disappointment in his voice, but it was very subtle that only Newt could detect. Newt glared at Thomas while the (h/c) haired male, oblivious to the advances and silent war Newt was raging, smiled and nodded.

“ Yup, we’ve been together from the time I came up in the box”, (Y/n) responded happily, nodding his head towards the box as Newt's grasp got slightly tighter.

“ Yes, we have been together for a very very long time and plan to be together for a long time as well,” Newt said with a ghost of a smirk on his face. The insinuation, still after all this time, had made (Y/n) feel flustered and butterflies rise in his stomach despite the fact that they had already talked about it numerous times and agreed upon it. Thomas, taking the hint, nervously rubbed the back of his neck once again before mumbling that he needed to go discuss something with Minho and ran off. (Y/n) now turned towards the uncharacteristically clingy blonde.

“Now, Newty,” The (h/c) haired male said affectionately but crossed his arms, giving Newt a really look, “ what was that for?”

Newt only pouted slightly and looked down in slight embarrassment and shame.

“ We’re you perhaps jealous…?” (Y/n) said, chuckling a little bit at the other's reaction. Newt only looked down more, burying his head into the other shoulder further. (Y/n) gave the other a quick peck on the head, causing the blonde's head to shoot up and look at the other.

“ Oh Newt, you don’t have to be jealous, you know I only have eyes for you and you alone ever since I got to this place.” (Y/n) said sweetly with a smile that could melt the coldest winters.

“I know, love, I'm sorry I just… couldn’t help it.” Newt said, ashamed and embarrassed with his overly protective behaviour displayed earlier.

“ Hey, you don’t have to be sorry I just wanted to make sure you know I love you.” The other responded back, hugging their arms around Newts, whose were secured tightly around his waist.

“ I know I love you too, love,” Newt responded back, smiling at the other, who smiled back. The couple stood there in amicable silence, embracing one another and staring at the stars.

#x male reader #male reader #Newt x male reader #tmr x male reader #TMR #newt tmr #gay #the maze runner

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everaticwrites · 1 year

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I Will Rescue You (NewtxReader)

Based around the song "Rescue" by Lauren Daigle. Specifically the lines "I will send out an army to find you in the middle of the darkest night it's true I will rescue you. I will never stop marching to reach you in the middle of the hardest fight it's true I will rescue you."

Being a runner wasn't an easy task, everyone knew it. It was the most challenging job of all, the most physically straining, and downright most terrifying. So when the glade's strongest, fastest runner ends up trapped inside for a night, most give up hope.

There was no telling how it happened, but while running the maze one afternoon, Minho and Y/n separated. Minho searched for as long as he could, returning to the glade just minutes before the doors closed. He comes out tired and weak, falling to his knees and panting. Alby and Newt come over as fast as they can, followed by Thomas, Frypan, Winston, and Gally. Minho was immediately bombarded with questions from his friends, most asking about you.

"Where is she Minho?" Newt spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes darting between his friend and the walls of the maze, waiting eagerly for you to appear.

"We got separated," Minho spoke, taking Alby's offered hand and standing up. Just three words, that was all it took for Newt to step cautiously towards the maze, threatening with every small step to run into the maze to find you. Alby, noticing the boy's intentions took the second-in-command's wrist, pulling him back towards the group a bit.

"She's going to die out there Alby," Newt spoke, his voice wavering. "I have to go get her"

"If you leave you'll die too. Just have faith, Newt" Alby spoke, clearly and calmly. Clearly, he wasn't understanding the gravity of the situation as the wind blew through the maze and out into the glade, blowing Newt's hair back and out of his face.

The group's panic grew quickly as they realized you were not rounding the corner just in time, being effortlessly flawless as usual. In fact, there was no sign of you anywhere. How was this possible? You had the maze perfectly memorized for years. Of all people, you were the least likely to get lost.

Newt tries to pull away from Alby as the doors start closing, the giant concrete slabs moving slowly, but causing even more fear to surface in the blonde's eyes.

Finally, you round the corner from the right, causing Newt's eyes to perk up. But it leaves quickly as he realizes that you're moving slowly, limping and clutching your stomach. It doesn't help that you're looking at him with desperate eyes, practically begging him to help you. The walls are even closer to closing, and there is no denying that you will not make it in time. Some of the gladers are yelling, encouraging you to keep going and to have confidence.

Newt, however, is trying desperately to free himself from Alby and Minho's grip, which is the only thing keeping him from trapping himself inside the maze too.

Finally, you give up, falling to your knees and smiling sadly at Newt, still clutching your stomach. You calmly accept defeat as the doors shut, allowing yourself one last look at Newt before being swallowed in fear.

Meanwhile, in the glade, Newt is screaming at Alby and Minho, pushing them around in front of the closed doors.

"I could have helped her! We both could have made it!" He screams, pushing Minho back as hard as he could, only causing a stumble back towards the tall, well-built, boy.

"And what if you both got stuck? What then? Huh, Newt?" Alby yells, scoffing and turning away from his friend to walk away.

"She belongs to the maze now" He spoke once more, causing an uproar of anger in the blonde boy. But instead of taking it out on his friends, he turns and punches the maze door as hard as he can, causing his hand to nearly break. He falls to his knees with a heavy sob, the weight, and desperation he feels finally becoming apparent to the group. Some cry, some look down in defeat, and others just shake their heads.

Finally, they all leave Newt to his grief, glancing back as they walk away to see him holding his chest with heaving sobs, his forehead nearly touching the grass as he sits on his legs.

After a few minutes of helpless crying, he finally lays his back against the cold concrete, lays his head against it, and closes his eyes, his arms resting on his knees which are propped up in front of him. The person he mourns for sits in a similar position, just mere feet away but separated by so much distance.

You cry quietly, tears escaping your eyes and sliding down your face as you hold your knees close to your chest. Your backpack lies next to you, begging for you to pick it up and start running, to make any effort to stay alive through the night just as Thomas, Minho, and Alby once did.

Suddenly, you hear soft, but audible words from through the small crack left between the doors of the maze. The familiar voice sends comfort through you, allowing you to finally let the weight and fear of being trapped in the maze sizzle out for a moment.

"I will send out an army to find you, in the middle of the darkest night," Newt speaks, his voice cold and shaken.

"It's true, I will rescue you" He speaks once more, assuring himself that he WILL get you back, even if he can't run to your side.

Meanwhile, you smile softly and touch your hand against the cold walls of the maze, sending a message back through the crack to let Newt know you can hear him.

"I will never stop marching to reach you, in the middle of the hardest fight," You speak, causing the boy on the other side to turn his whole body around due to the sound.

"It's true, I will rescue you" You repeat after him, closing your eyes before standing and picking up your backpack, newfound confidence surging through you. If Newt needs you, you are going to come back to him, no matter what it takes.

He smiles through more tears, standing up himself and hearing footsteps slowly growing further away from the other side of the concrete. He closes one eye and peers through the crack just in time to see you running around a corner, a slight limp causing you to be slower than usual. Newt chuckles through tears, his confidence growing with yours.

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That night, Newt slept at the maze doors, covered by a blanket Minho later brought to him during the night. Alby also occasionally checked on him, making sure nothing bad occurred while he slept as close as possible to where you would return if you had survived your night in the maze.

As he woke, Newt's worry returned to him, and he stood up quickly. His eyes studied the maze doors as he desperately waited for them to open, hope clinging to him as he imagined what could have happened to you out there. Other gladers began joining him, waking with the rising sun and returning to the spot where they learned you had been doomed.

Minho was the first to arrive, standing by Newt's side to reassure him as best he could. After that came Alby, the leader, the man in charge. The rest meant nothing to Newt, all he needed was his two friends beside him as he waited to learn your fate.

Meanwhile, you ran through the maze, relieved to have shaken off the two grievers that had been after you all night. You twisted around every turn, knowing exactly where you were headed. As you neared your destination you heard the doors opening and slowed to a stop in front of the concrete entrance to the maze.

You smiled, standing with relief as the doors opened and revealed the one person whose words kept you going through the night you were trapped in the maze. Newt also felt a smile of pure joy and excitement dance on his lips as he saw you standing at the threshold of the maze.

Finally, after an entire night of worry and separation, you ran into Newt's arms and allowed yourself to rest.

#mazerunner #tmr #newttmr #newtmas #newt x y/n #newt x reader #newt tmr #the maze runner #maze runner

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chxrrysprxut · 1 year

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I got you. NewtxReader

Pairing: Newt x afab!Reader

Plot: In which the reader has an anxiety attack and Newt comes to the rescue.

Warnings: Swearing, kissing (if that counts?)

Words: 220

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It was hell. Every once in a while this happened. An anxiety attack. and lord, did you hate them. And this, this one by far was the worst. It was a bonfire night, a new greenie, The kids name was Chuck. And your boyfriend; Newt. He was probably looking for you.

“Hey do you guys know where Y/n is?” A thick British accent right outside your hut. He walks into your hut “y/n! there you are! c’mon lets go celebrate.” he saw you huddled on your bed, your head in your hands, fisting your hair, and newt didn’t hear breathing, just muffled sobs.

He ran up to your bed, sat on it, and pulled you into his chest. you turned towards him wrapping your hands around his waist. “baby, what’s wrong? talk to me..” no answer, just more muffled sobs. he starts stroking your head, and holding you closer, and he starts hearing even breaths now. “I-I'm sorry” you say looking up at his face. He caresses your cheeks and peppers kisses all over your face. “Darling, Why are you apologizing?” “I don't know, Just stress” you say as you cuddle into newt. “well, I'm sorry I wasn't here from the beginning” “its okay” “I love you Y/n” “I love you too newt” and he kisses you on the nose.

my first story eeee i hope its not too bad

#newt #tmr newt #newt x reader #the maze runner

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sugasthreedollarkookie · 3 years

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Newt Headcanons

What it would be like to date him

He would be very protective.

Not so protective that you cant leave the house by yourself or whatever, but he would lowkey be worried about you when you are away from him.

He loves cuddles, give him lots of hugs and kisses please.

He likes it when you make him food. He likes the thought that you made it for him, with him in mind.

He’s cheesy but he pretends like he isn’t.

He lives for neck kisses. and when you run your hands along his back and up through his hair. boy is in heaven when you do that.

Only really trusts you with Minho, bc he knows that he sees you asa little sister and is equally protective over you.

Plans cute little dates on your day off.

Likes it when you do his hair, or really just mess with it.

He is an amazing kisser, Rough but slow, ik it sounds weird but trust.

Will 100% fall asleep on top of you, then wakes up like and hour later only to ask if you are okay and why didn’t you wake him in his raspy sleepy voice.

You guys have staring contests. He fucking LOVES them, bc he can just look at you. You guys almost never finish because then he will start making stupid faces and you cant contain your laughter, which causes him to laugh too.

Is a fucking cinnamon roll with you.

Is a true fucking gentleman.

Will constantly be in on some type of physical contact with you, holding your hand, arm around your shoulder or waist, hand on your arm. it does not matter.

loves making you feel better, if only just for a little while.

Will. always. be. down. for. real. conversations.

when he accidently catches you doing something embarrassing or stupid, he’ll turn and pretend like he didn’t just catch you doing whatever you were doing. he doesn’t want you to be embarrassed.

He will stay up with you when you cant sleep, he doesn’t sleep much as it is.

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#newtxreader #newt the maze runner #the maze runner #newt fanfic #newt x reader headcanon #newt headcanon #newttmr #newtmas #minhotmr #minho #newt x you #newt x y/n

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loooopside · 4 years

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Dating Newt Headcanons:

Him being the first one you trust in the Glade.

Eventually becoming best friends and falling for each other.

Minho finding out about this and you kNow tHaTs NoT gOoD.

That bastard would do anything to get you two together, even if it means getting in trouble.

Eventually Minho encouriging Newt to confess.

And OH BOY HE WOULD BE A WRECK.

You would have to cut him off and Finish his statement yourself.

Newt being so shocked and happy about you liking him back it WOULD JUST BE SO ADORABLE AAHH.

Announcing your relationship to the Gladers and Every single one of them being happy for you. LIKE HONESTLY EVEN GALLY WOULD FIND YOU CUTE.

Making each other better people by each passing day.

Newt would admire you constantly.

Holding hands All the damn time.

Loving each other unconditionally.

Helping Newt through his depression.

Him telling you how he got his Limp while You cry but still try to comfort him and make him feel loved And Then He Tries to Comfort you and make you feel better and ITS JUST ALOT OF HUGGING AND I LOVE YOUS AND YOU'RE OKAYS AND ALOT OF FLUFF.

Pulling small pranks on Newt with Minho, But he would always forgive you.

A LOT OF CUDDLING.

Telling each other stories and wondering about life outside the maze while cuddling in bed.

Him basically being your blanket while you sleep.

Having alot of cute nicknames.

He would call you 'love' or ' honey' most of the time.

Calling him Newtie just to annoy him but he ends up loving it.

Being there to hold each other when one of you is down.

Newt being overprotective but its adorable.

Holding him close and singing to him when Its hard to fall asleep.

Being inseparatable, ALWAYS together.

"Where's Newt?" - "With Y/n."

"Where's Y/n?" - "With Newt."

KISSES. A LOT OF KISSES.

His favourite would be forehead kisses.

loving to embarass Newt by calling him unexpected and unused nicknames.

Loving him too much when it comes to the point where you melt EVERY TIME YOU SEE HIM.

Feeling safe in his arms.

Being each other's Home.

At last, Living happily ever after with Newtie in the End.

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inklingofinspiration · 2 years

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a gradum ad lumen - part 1 .

decided to post the first chapter to the Maze Runner fanfic I discussed earlier, I thought it would be a good way to ease back into things after my prolonged absence. hope you all enjoy, please contact me if you have any specific requests for the series and let me know what you think! ending is also a bit rushed, because i was super excited to get this posted for you guys, but i already have the second chapter in the works.

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Word count: 2.1k!

Warnings : general TMR TWS; blood, slight gore, disturbing ideas / images, and depicted injuries.

Pronouns used: they/them – gender-neutral.

Prompt(s) used: “Who knows. Maybe we’ve actually made it out of this hellhole after all.”

Pairing: TMR x GN!Reader.

A/N: just one; i imagined reader had a slight british accent when writing this, but feel free to think otherwise!! this is also open to any skin tones, body sizes, etc. i believe in inclusion to the fullest, and plan to make a few fanfics w/ a practising muslim reader in the future; lmk if you have any ideas!

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Staying out in the Maze was likely a dumb idea, especially with the ever-present thought of the fact that the Doors were bound to close at any minute pounding at the back of your head.

Nevertheless, your eyes were fixated on the sight in front of you, hands on your hips as e/c irises took in the thick vines that were rooted into the cracks lining the stone floor and stretched as far as the eye could see up the surrounding walls. Your hand reached up to thread through h/c coloured tresses, thoughts bumbling about your head in an analytical manner.

E/c coloured eyes moved after the beetle-blade, the metal, bug-like machine chittering as its red-light flicked across the wall it was scampering along before pausing. Almost as though it sensed your presence, the thing’s head turned to you, camera staring right back at you as it focused on the stationary Glader. You took a challenging stride toward it, surprised by the fact that it didn’t even move, the step bearing an experimental trial as well as it encouraged them onward. You were quick to take advantage of the situation, leaping after the machine and closing the few metres of distance between you and the beetle blade in the process.

Unfortunately, the sudden movement on your end had sent the beetle-blade shooting further along the wall, bee-lining it straight for a crack in the stone that it would just barely manage to fit into. However, after months of trying to catch one of the blasted things, you’d come to learn a trick or two. You kicked off the ground, clearly determined to finally get your hands on one of the rutting machines even if it meant having to risk the slight detour from heading back to the Glade.

You swiftly scaled among the vines, arm shooting above head as your fingertips came to wrap around one of its legs just as the machine made to disappear. Triumph shot through you as you were about to yank the thing back and disarm it, focused solely on the task at hand when a swift shout that consisted purely of your name halted everything and sent them tumbling backwards when your single-handed grip on the vines jerked loose in surprise.

Your ankle, however, was more reluctant to follow, remaining entangled amongst the vines, a sharp jerk sending jolts of pain through your leg the minute your back slammed against the hard, unforgiving floor. The pain flared, your vision swaying as your eyes flicked to the shoes of the now approaching figure, clearly not pleased with the situation in the slightest as a frustrated and slightly pained groan drew past your lips. Your thoughts of irritated agony echoed the emotion vividly as you practically felt the bruises forming along your ankle, only to be interrupted by the same person who had caused you to lose your balance in the first place, a teasing lilt now lacing the newcomer’s voice, which you could easily pinpoint as Minho,

“Man, I knew you liked me, but I didn’t realise you’d be throwing yourself at my feet the minute you heard me. Not that I can blame you, I am pretty hot,” Came his playful words, causing you to set your jaw in an exasperated grimace before snapping a response.

“Slim it, before it’s your ankle getting broken, shank,” You growled, accent heavy and thick in their unpleasant predicament. You took note of the airy laugh their running partner allowed to bubble past him before crouching beside you and gently unwinding the shrubbery the held them captive, leaving you to wince as your leg dropped to the floor alongside your other leg with a harsh ‘thump’. “Bloody hell, that hurts like a fucking–,”

“Woah there, you think Newt’d approve of that kind of language?” Minho snickered from somewhere behind you, the volume of his laughter only rising as you tilted your head back to shoot him the best glare you could muster from the ground. After a few beats, he finally stifled the rest of his bemused sounds, eyes flicking from your haphazard position and back to your eyes that strained to keep pace with his own before he rolled his eyes and crouched down to offer you a hand up.

You were rolling onto your stomach in an instant, gingerly twisting your aching leg a moment later with great care as to not let it snag in the chipped concrete floor before you flung your hand into Minho’s outstretched one while huffing a begrudging sigh. His grip was cold and assuaging in contrast to your heated and unpleasant grasp from being pressed against the Maze’s floor, you noted in the fleeting moment in which your eyes met once more, only for you to bite back a bark of pain as you attempted to settle a sliver of weight onto your leg. Had it not been for the Keeper’s firm grasp on you, you would have stumbled right back to the ground and likely been left there had he not shown up in the first place, but he offered a teasing scoff instead and slung your hand that was already in his own gloved one across his shoulders. You obliged with his actions gratefully, almost gasping in relief as you felt the crushing weight alleviated from your injured leg, and began stumbling alongside Minho as he set a rather swift pace that you struggled to keep up with, considering you were only left with only one good leg.

“Keep up or we might as well roll out a picnic blanket and wait for the Grievers to come and enjoy the quick meal we’d make for them,” He managed after you stumbled for the nth time, his breathing clearly heavy, and the signs of strain obvious, but he didn’t so much as falter as he continued practically dragging you in the direction of the East Doors. You couldn’t help but cast a partially distressed glance in his direction, feeling nothing but sorrow at the unnecessary weight you were forcing him to bear, but you knew that he would only tighten his grip on you if you tried to manage without him, so it was a losing game either way. You cast a final glance his way, but he seemed to catch notice of your lingering stare in his peripheral vision, not even fully turning his head as his mahogany irises focused on the twisting corner wreathed with thickly woven vines just up ahead. “What’re you lookin’ at, shank?”

You pushed off the ground with your good leg, springing forward and stumbling a few steps as Minho matched strides with you, huffing your response between focused breaths and sighs, “Nothing. Uh –,” you panted softly, sweat beading on your forehead as you continued to manage single steps in the time Minho made three paced strides. “ – anything planned for tonight?”

The two of you rounded the corner and you could practically feel your running partner quaver in relief, his response breathless but audible as the two of you attempted to hurry through the homestretch.

“A big plate of whatever crap Frypan has cooked and a warm shower to rest my weary bones.”

You were about to scoff a laugh the moment you cleared the Doors, already shouldering him with an eye roll and a witty quip soon to follow, when someone called out to you and Minho. Both your heads turned in unison, your steady steps pausing as his arm fell to your waist to hold you steady, and a beaming smile instantly made way through your exasperated frown as you caught sight of Chuck ambling straight for you, Newt trotting not far behind.

“What happened? You guys were out for like, two hours longer than usual!” The younger boy exclaimed as he approached, finally taking in the sight of you leaning against Minho and his arm around your form before he gagged and darted away. “Get a room!”

You choked a surprised laugh at the suddenness of Chuck’s joke, watching his retreating figure stick out his tongue at Minho’s irritated expression, which made him look as though he was about to go after him had it not been for Newt’s prompt arrival. You greeted him with a soft “hey” and the same smile that had been present for the short period of time you had to talk to Chuck, which the blonde seemed to eagerly return, nodding at Minho and taking in the closeness between the two of you.

“You two had an eventful evening, huh?” There was no malice in his voice, merely just an amusingly intrigued tone to his words as he gestured to Minho’s gentle hold on your waist, which made you fumble over your words momentarily, rapidly moving to explain the situation as your hands flicked subconsciously along with your rushed train of thought.

“Oh, uh, Minho distracted me whilst I was trying to grab a beetle-blade, and I ended up falling. Blew my bloody ankle, it seems,” You gesticulated to the obviously sparse pressure you were putting on your leg with a slightly nervous laugh as Newt cracked into a brighter grin.

“It was your fault,” Came Minho’s facetious remark before he cursed under his breath suddenly and knocked your shoulder. “Since you’re too busy chattin’ up a storm, I’m gonna have to do the maps, aren’t I.”

It was the second in command’s turn to scoff lightly and wave a dismissive hand in the Asian’s direction.

“Consider it an order.”

“The things I do for you shanks.”

“Yeah, a bloody hard life you have, shank,” Newt mused, his smile never once faltering before his eyes finally strayed back to you. “I’ll get Jack or Clint over, see what they can do in the meanwhile. Probably just needs to keep off it for a while, take it easy.”

“Ay, ay,” He quipped, a lazy, two fingered salute his makeshift form of a farewell, quick to turn on his heel after his fingertips tapped your shoulder in a reassuring manner before he jogged off in the direction of the Map Room, leaving you and Newt to your devices.

The two of you immediately fell into a bout of comfortable silence as he slowly edged toward you, taking Minho’s place at your side and slipping an arm across your shoulders before looking to you for silent confirmation to begin guiding you to the Medjack hut. You nodded easily, instantly finding a compromised speed to limp alongside Newt, your own arm settled just under his shoulder blades as you both made your way across the Glade with the sun fully beginning to set behind you.

“So,” He began after a moment, doe eyes fixated wholly on you as you carefully navigated through the swishing grass. Gladers were bustling about the expansive courtyard, some carrying plates loaded with food while Builders wrapped up the day, Gally’s shouting fit heard even from the distance you and Newt were as he ordered the others around. “You ready for tomorrow?”

Your head perked up in curiosity, brow furrowing as you called upon even the slightest memory to recall what was supposed to be taking place the next day, finding rather quickly that you wouldn’t be able to. You offered te blonde a confused look as you continued to keep pace with him as best you could, only stumbling every few feet or so now that you were walking across the even terrain of the grass-laden field. “What’s going on tomorrow?”

The second in command chuckled, the sound more akin to the shard of a melody plucked out of a long-since-forgotten song, ancient and rich and beautiful as the golden rays of the dissipating light hit the panes of his face and sent the amber tones to his eyes sparking. It was truly a peaceful moment, one that you found yourself eager to meld into as you laughed alongside him.

“Greenie day. I’m surprised you didn’t remember though, you’re usually more on top of it than I am.”

You hummed. It was odd, how something so big followed by the most looked forward to night of the month followed right after slipped your mind, but you figured that in combination to the surge of new Runners and having to train them alongside Minho had proved to be a bigger distraction than you had originally though. So you shrugged, a content sigh tugging at your lips as you leaned into Newt with a nod.

“‘spose so. Let’s just hope they aren’t another nutjob like Gally.”

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wckdmazes · 5 years

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The Night

Hey guys, I did a thing. I hope you like this fluffy thing. It’s been in my WIP folder since December and I finally finished it.

Pairings: Newt/Female Reader

Word Count: 3,764

Warnings: None. It’s so fluffy you could die, but please don’t.

Y/N had been in The Glade for six cycles now, which equated to about six months as best as the others could tell. There had been a huge commotion when Gally had jumped into The Box and emerged with a girl. Whispers of confusion had erupted when she climbed out and finally stood before the Gladers. Newt remembered that day vividly. He remembered the way the sun shone bright on her face, warming her Y/S/T skin and illuminating her Y/E/C eyes, which had been full of distrust, confusion, and aggression initially. He remembered approaching her the same way he approached all the frightened Greenies and how she had shoved him to the ground as soon as his hand rested on her shoulder. She’d taken off running then, but not towards the walls like the others. She had headed straight to the forest and likely would have made it if not for Gally tackling her to the ground, knocking her out cold in the process.

Now Newt watched her from across the Glade as she knelt in the dirt to assess an injured goat and see if it was able to be helped or not. Y/N had taken to caring for the animals like it was in her blood, despite being a Slicer. Within two weeks of her arrival, she had voraciously advocated for better conditions for them, better food, and just better care overall. Alby, Winston, and Newt had tried to explain that the animals weren’t pets and were just food, but her insistence and determination had won out in the end. Newt smiled when he thought of the triumphant expression that had graced her face when they had finally relented and agreed to better conditions for the animals. He had to admit, the meat tasted better now and Frypan didn’t complain nearly as much about the quality of it anymore.

“Looks good.” Zart said causally, as he came to stand beside Newt and watch Y/N assess the goat.

“Sorry?” Newt asked, snapping out of his thoughts and turning to his friend.

“The goat. It’s lame.” Zart responded, gesturing towards the animal and Y/N. “My guess is, that’s what’s for dinner tonight.” As if on cue, Y/N led the hobbling goat into the shed to be slaughtered.

“Nice call, Zart.” Newt mused before turning back to his work.

The day passed quickly and soon Newt was making his way across the Glade and towards the Homestead, thinking about tomorrow’s bonfire.

“Newt! Wait up!” Y/N’s voice called. Newt turned as she jogged to catch up to him and then began walking with him to the Homestead.

“Sorry about the goat.” Newt offered, not sure exactly what to say. He always seemed lost for words when it came to one on one conversations with Y/N.

“It happens.” She said softly, her face falling for just a moment before excitement took over again. “So, tomorrow’s Greenie Day. Are you excited?”

“Am I excited about another Shank coming up in The Box?” Newt asked with a laugh. “No, I can’t say I’m particularly excited about that, love.”

“Hey,” Y/N pouted playfully, “I was just another Shank in The Box once too, you know.”

“But that was different.” Newt replied. “Your arrival was actually exciting.”

“Oh, right. Exciting because I’m a girl.” She scoffed.

“No, not because you’re a girl. I mean, yes, because you’re girl but also because…never mind.” Newt said, catching himself before he confessed anything to her. “I’m gonna go finish some stuff. I’ll catch you around, yeah?” he blurted out before hastily retreating to his room and shutting the door behind him.

Newt spent dinner and the rest of the night strategically avoiding Y/N, afraid she might keep questioning him about why her arrival had excited him. In truth, everything about her excited him. What had started as simple intrigue had quickly grown to admiration once Newt had been able to witness all the facets of Y/N’s personality. He saw her when she was stubborn and determined, arguing with himself and Alby for the sake of the animals. He witnessed the fire in her spirit when she scolded the others for being careless, wasteful, or rude. He bathed in her happiness when Zart of Jeff would crack a terrible joke and Y/N would fall into a fit of giggles, or when the goats had first given birth. He fell in love with the softness she exuded when she was caring for the animals or comforting a new Greenie. Her gentle sadness at the loss of an animal or another Glader resonated deep within Newt’s soul and called to him in ways he barely understood. It had taken him a while to finally understand the shift in his feelings and even longer still to admit them to himself, but he knew he loved Y/N. He just didn’t know how to tell her or if she even felt remotely the same way. He heaved a huge sigh as he lay down that night and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Newt woke early the next morning before the sun had even begun to rise. The Homestead was quiet, being that everyone else was asleep in their hammocks. He gently made his way down the stairs and out into the Glade before sitting by the low burning fire to put his shoes on.

“Someone must be awake.” He yawned to himself as he tied his laces.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Y/N’s voice said softly from behind him.

Newt jumped slightly in surprise and turned to see Y/N carrying an armful of kindling and small branches. He stood and made to take the pile from her, but she chuckled softly and shook her head before tossing the pile onto the low fire.

“Didn’t mean to startle you, Newt.” Y/N said before sitting on the opposite side of the same log he was on. “Honestly, I’m usually the only one awake this early.”

“Usually?” Newt asked, having been unaware that Y/N being up early was a common thing.

“Yeah. You know, late to bed, early to rise…or something like that.” She said with a small smile. “Anyhow, I enjoy the peace. It’s nice to have a minute to breathe before the day starts.” Her gaze fixed onto the fire and her smile fell as she stared at the flames.

Newt could sense a sadness in Y/N and reached out to touch her hand, but she pulled away just before he could touch her and looked up at him with her dropped façade for a moment, confirming his suspicions about her sadness, before putting her carefully crafted happiness back in place.

“Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts there for a second.” She said with a smile falling into place on her mouth.

“Y/N,” Newt started, pulling his hand back into his lap but keeping his eyes on her, “You don’t have to pretend to be happy.”

Y/N’s smile faltered for just a second before she chuckled softly and looked away from Newt.

“I’m not pretending to be happy, Newt. I’m perfectly content.” Y/N replied before standing once again. “Well, enjoy the peace and quiet anyway. I’ve got to see a goat about some milk.”

Newt watched as Y/N walked away and disappeared into the Animal Pens. He wanted to follow her, to tell her that she wasn’t alone, and tell her that he was sad too and knew how hard it was to pretend otherwise, but he hadn’t told anyone else about the truth behind his ‘accident’ and didn’t know if he could handle the pity that would surely come from the truth. .

Soon enough, the sun rose and the day continued on like all the ones before it, with one exception. It was Greenie Day and shortly before lunch, the alarm from The Box began to sound across the Glade. Everyone gathered around and Newt scanned the group for Y/N’s face as Gally and Alby heaved open the heavy lift doors and Gally dropped down inside to retrieve the new Greenie. Y/N wasn’t among the faces in the crowd and Newt’s frown deepened slightly at her absence. He didn’t have time to think about it for very long though, as Gally hoisted a small, chubby boy out of The Box and dumped him unceremoniously onto the ground.

“This Greenie weighs a ton!” Gally groaned as he pulled himself from the cage and stood next to the new kid. The boy was cowering on the ground, fear etched in his features and tears welling in his eyes.

“The Greenie’s gonna cry!” another boy pointed out before everyone, Newt included, began to laugh.

“Slim it!” Y/N’s voice shouted over the laughter, as she shoved through the boys to reach the Greenie. “You should all be ashamed! Acting like you weren’t scared as klunk on your first day!” She glared at the surrounding boys, who all quickly quieted down and avoided making eye contact. “Go on!” She shouted again. “There’s nothing to see here and you Shanks have unpacking to do besides!”

The boys quickly snapped into the routine of unpacking The Box after Y/N’s verbal lashing. Y/N knelt down next to the Greenie and helped him to his feet before shooting another glare at the remaining boys. Her eyes met Newt’s and he flinched at the anger and disappointment in her gaze before stepping forward to introduce himself to the Greenie.

“Hey, Greenie. I’m Ne-” he began before Y/N cut him off.

“I’ve got this Newt.” Y/N said with a frown.

“I was just going to give him the tour.” Newt replied, his voice faltering slightly. He had never been at the receiving end of Y/N’s disappointment or anger before and now that he was, he felt the guilt creeping up on him.

“I think you’ve done enough.” She snapped before wrapping her arm around the Greenie and leading him off.

At the bonfire that night, Y/N introduced the Greenie properly. His name was Chuck and, like everyone else, that was all he could remember. Chuck stuck close to Y/N’s side, like a baby goat, as she brought him around to meet everyone and, subsequently, make them apologize for being such slintheads before. When they finally got to Newt, he swallowed hard and glanced up at Y/N.

“And these shanks,” Y/N began, gesturing to the table where Newt, Zart, Gally and Minho sat, “Are Zart, Gally, Minho, and Newt.” She explained as she pointed out each boy while she said their name. Chuck offered a small wave and a shy smile, which was returned only by Zart and Minho.

“Hey, Chuck, sorry about earlier.” Zart said, extending his hand in an apology. “Y/N was right. We were all scared our first day. I shouldn’t have laughed. Friends?”

Chuck beamed as he shook Zart’s hand and replied, “Of course!”

“You shanks laughed at him?” Minho questioned, having not been there when Chuck arrived. “Ruuuude.” He scooted over and then patted the spot next to him on the bench. “Have a seat, Greenbean. I’m Minho. I’m the Keeper of the Runners. Sorry I missed your debut.” He grinned as Chuck sat next to him.

“I’m going to go get you some food from Fry. Stay here, okay?” Y/N told Chuck with a warm smile.

“O-oh. Um. Okay.” Chuck mumbled.

“You should’ve seen him, Minho!” Gally exclaimed, taking a large swallow from his jar of moonshine as Y/N disappeared into the Kitchen. “The Greenie almost cried!” At that, Gally began to laugh heartily again. “I’m talking full on tears!”

“That’s enough, Gally.” Newt snapped, narrowing his eyes at the taller boy. “Unless you want me to tell everyone about your first day, that is.”

Gally frowned and his eyebrows knit together in irritation.

“Ugh. Whatever.” He growled before leaving the table and making his way to the Fighting Pit to challenge the other boys to sparring matches.

Newt turned to Chuck and said, “Gally likes to give everyone a hard time, but he peed himself his first day.”

Chuck’s hand flew to his mouth as he tried to stifle his laughter. Minho and Zart began snickering into their food as they recalled the incident as well.

“I’m sorry about earlier too.” Newt said, sincerely. “Sometimes I forget what it was like arriving with nothing but a name.”

“It’s alright, Newt.” Chuck said with a small shrug. Before Newt could say anything else, Y/N returned with two plates of food and set one down in front of Chuck before taking a seat next to Zart.

“Did they apologize yet?” She asked as she took a sip from her own jar of moonshine.

“Just like you said they would.” Chuck beamed at Y/N. “Well, except for Gally.” Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly with a chuckle before turning to her own food.

“You said we’d apologize?” Newt asked, looking across the table at Y/N.

“Well, sure.” She replied, not looking up from her plate. “You’re not total Slintheads after all.” She grinned and looked up at Newt and Zart a moment before adding, “Sometimes it just takes a proper telling off and a reminder that everyone has feelings. That’s all.”

“Oh man.” Minho began to laugh as he looked between his table mates. “I would shucking kill to have been there to see Y/N tell you shanks off!” It took him a few minutes to regain his composure, but when he did, he grabbed Chuck’s arm and said, “Come on, Chuckie boy. This is your party! Let’s go enjoy!”

Chuck cast a worried glance over at Y/N as Minho and Zart lead him away and towards the bonfire to have fun. Y/N waved at him and gave him a reassuring smile before he disappeared among the other boys.

Newt and Y/N sat in silence for a few minutes before Newt slid down the table until he was directly across from Y/N. He had so much he wanted to say, but suddenly all the words were caught in his throat, so he just heaved a big sigh instead and stood to leave the table. He headed off towards the tower, hoping to get some peace to sort his thoughts out and figure out how to tell Y/N how he felt.

“Newt, wait up!” Y/N called out to him.

Newt stopped walking and turned to watch as Y/N shoved a last bite of food in her mouth and stood from the table. The way the firelight lit up her face and cast shadows along her skin was mesmerizing. He watched her grab her drink from the table and suddenly she was making her way towards where he stood. With her back now to the fire, the light shone through her H/C hair, setting it ablaze in richness and depth and framing her face in what Newt thought was perfection.

“Where’re you off to?” She asked with a soft smile on her lips. “The party’s back there.” She gestured towards the bonfire with her glass.

“Not really feeling like partying, love.” Newt replied. “It’s just a bit loud and it’s been a long day.”

“Oh. You want me to go so you can have some quiet?” Y/N asked tentatively. There was an air to her question that suggested she was hoping Newt didn’t send her away.

“No!” Newt replied a little too quickly. He cleared his throat and added, “I’d love the company, Y/N. Really.”

Y/N sighed in relief as her smile widened a touch. Newt felt his heart flutter at the sight and returned a gentle smile.

“Cool.” Y/N said before taking another drink from her glass. “So, uh, where’re we off to then?”

Newt couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like she was nervous too. He figured he might just be projecting his feelings because he couldn’t remember a time he’d ever seen Y/N nervous before.

“I was going to the tower.” Newt answered, turning to gesture absently in the direction of the large structure. “But we don’t have to go if you’d rather not.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Y/N replied with a grin. “To the tower!” She exclaimed before grabbing Newt’s hand and walking towards their destination.

Newt felt heat rising to his cheeks and hoped it was dark enough that Y/N wouldn’t notice his flushed face. He looked down at their hands, fingers intertwined, and smiled to himself. It didn’t take very long for them to reach the tower and Newt frowned when Y/N let go of his hand upon arrival.

“So, all the way to the top or…?” She asked as she screwed a lid onto her now half full drink.

“That was my plan, yes. Are you okay to climb though?” Newt asked, eying the jar in Y/N’s hand. “That was pretty full not that long ago.” He added, in concern.

“I’m fine.” Y/N assured him with a soft giggle. “Promise.” She handed the jar to Newt, who tucked it into the side pocket of his shorts and watched as she began to ascend the ladder.

He waited until she was a decent distance up before following behind her and soon enough they were both standing on the platform at the top. Newt closed the ladder access door behind them; both to keep Y/N from accidentally falling through, and to keep the other Gladers out. He dug the jar out of his pocket and unscrewed the lid as the two of them settled down on the platform.

“Do you mind?” He asked, holding up the jar.

“Not at all, Newt Newt.” Y/N replied with a stifled giggle.

Newt chuckled into the jar before taking a drink of the amber liquid inside. It ran warm across his tongue and left a sharp, but not at all unpleasant burn down his throat before settling into his stomach.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I just really want to apologize again for this morning. I really didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Newt. We all get rowdy and rude sometimes.” Y/N replied, turning her face away from the sky and looking at Newt.

She reached out and took the jar from his hand and he could swear that her face flushed a deeper color when their fingers brushed against each other. They continued to pass the jar back and forth while making small talk occasionally until finally Newt tipped the last of the liquid into his mouth.

“Looks like we’re all out, love.” He remarked, holding up the empty jar.

“Oh well.” Y/N replied with a shrug before wrapping her arms around herself.

It wasn’t until then that Newt really noticed the chill in the air and the gentle shivers of Y/N’s body.

“Here.” He said, removing his hoodie and passing it to her. “I don’t want you to be cold.”

“No, Newt, it’s okay. I’ll be fine.” She said, trying to refuse the extra layer.

“Y/N…” Newt sighed. “Put it on. Please?”

Newt chuckled when Y/N once again shook her head no and tried to refuse his hoodie. He quickly bunched the fabric up around the neck hole and in a swift motion, pulled the jacket over her head.

Y/N laughed and finally accepted the extra warmth, pushing her arms through the sleeves and pulling the rest of the fabric down until it pooled at her hips.

“Alright, alright.” She chuckled. “Happy now?”

Newt thought for a second and then replied,

“Almost.” He pushed himself to his feet and moved behind Y/N before sitting down again, with her between his legs, and pulling her back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and tucked his head into her shoulder, hearing an almost inaudible little gasp escape her lips as he did so.

“Okay. Now I’m happy.” He murmured into her ear, smiling when she relaxed into him and rested her head against his opposite shoulder.

They stayed like that for a while, just sitting in comfortable silence and staring out across the Glade, before Y/N suddenly turned her face to Newt and gently pressed her lips to his jaw. It was the softest of touches, but it hit Newt like a ton of logs. He felt his heart ache to tell her how much she meant to him and, with the help of the moonshine in his system, he finally felt brave enough to finally say it. Newt pulled his head back just enough that he could look into Y/N’s eyes before taking a deep breath.

“I love you.” He said. He meant for his words to be more eloquent than just that, but those were the only words that fell from his lips when he finally spoke.

“You…love me?” Y/N asked, her eyes searching his face for any sign of a joke, but finding none.

“Yes, Y/N. I love you.” Newt said again. “I don’t know when it happened really, but I’ve loved you for a while now.” He paused, feeling his insecurities flaring back up, before continuing, “I completely understand if you don’t feel the same way and I don’t want this to change anything between us if that’s the case, but I had to tell you. I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. I-”

Newt’s rambling was silenced when he felt Y/N’s soft lips brush against his own. Her hand found its way to the side of his neck and she gently pulled him closer to him. Their mouths moved in sync as Newt began to kiss her back and his hand gently rested against the side of her face. He prodded her bottom lip with his tongue and Y/N opened her mouth to allow him to deepen the kiss. They broke apart after a moment, both with flushed faces and breathing heavily.

“Does this mean you like me too?” Newt asked, biting the inside of his lip in anxiety. Y/n’s face broke out into a wide smile and she laughed before answering him.

“No, Newt.” She replied. “I don’t like you.”

Newt was confused and he felt his joy began to fall before Y/N spoke again.

“I love you.”

Suddenly his heart was soaring among the stars above them and Newt was sure he had never been this happy in his entire life. He brought his lips back to hers and smiled into their second kiss. They would share many more kisses before falling asleep on the tower, wrapped around each other and cuddled under a blanket Y/N kept up there for emergencies. Newt smiled down at the sleeping girl curled into him before closing his eyes and finally drifting off to sleep. They could deal with the others tomorrow, for now the night was theirs.

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ashleyv6661 · 5 years

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Your Guardian Angel-Newt Scamander

Okay, here we go. I figured I’d start with this one. Fair warning, almost all of these are not finished and feature an OC of my own making.

This is literally so scary to do.

So my thought with this came from the song “Your Guardian Angel” by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. It’s not finished, but this is what I have so far. There are gaps hanging out in here of places I haven’t finished a thought yet, but that’s okay...Also, it’s long. I mean...really long...like...7,725 words long...so far. Maybe I’ll break it up later, but for now...

I guess trigger warnings should be mentioned? There’s some mention of blood and injury, nothing too dreadful though...Please let me know if there’s something else I should add.

When I see your smile

Rose Keddle was always told her smile could brighten any room. She shrugged off the compliment, blushing every time and rushing away from the situation. She wasn’t one to bask in the spotlight or even the glow of someone giving her a compliment.

Rose was always the first person to help someone in need, regardless of who they were. It didn’t matter to her. If someone needed help, she was there to provide it any way she could. Many people would take advantage of her kindness during school, and even in her adult life.

Tears run down my face I can't replace

Many times when she learned that the help she was providing one person, was to help that individual in hurting someone else, she couldn’t stop the shame and embarrassment she felt. The tears would come and she’d run off on her own. But there was always one person who would notice when she would run off, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Newt Scamander would notice, every time. He was enraptured by Rose and he couldn’t explain why. He was as enraptured with her as he was with all of his creatures he loved to study so much. Maybe it was her startling blue eyes. Or maybe it was the way her red hair seemed to sparkle in the sunlight, or the smiles she gave to everyone. Whatever it was, Newt had a difficult time keeping his eyes off of her when they were in the same room.

Newt chased after Rose when once again she hurried off, tears in her eyes, a bewildered Gryffindor unsure of what he did wrong left in her wake. Newt found her where he usually did, a scarcely used stairwell near the covered bridge.

“Rose.” Newt said softly, moving to sit next to her, throwing his bag down on the ground.

She quickly looked away from him, hiding her face in her hands. She was ashamed to be caught crying, when in reality all she wished she could do was smile to make him smile as well. Rose had always loved Newt’s shy, crooked smile he would send her.

It made Newt’s heart twinge to see Rose so upset, so out of her normal character. He gently laid a hand on her shoulder, rubbing his thumb back and forth to provide some comfort, to let her know that she’s not alone.

Rose sniffled and tried her hardest to make the tears stop falling. Sometimes she wondered why she was so kind to people she didn’t even know, to people she didn’t necessarily trust. When she first arrived at Hogwarts, it had been easier. Helping people made them feel good, which in turn helped her feel good and caused smiles to break out across people’s faces. But things changed as she got older, and people started taking advantage of her, but she still couldn’t say no.

A soft white handkerchief was pressed into her hand from next to her and Rose finally looked at the soft spoken boy sitting next to her. He gave her a small smile, to try and maybe bring one out of her as well.

“Rose, maybe...maybe you need to start learning how to say no to people who ask for your help...Maybe try and learn to trust them first?” Newt said, very unsure of his words. He knew that doing anything that wasn’t being kind to someone was difficult for Rose. It was just how she was. “I...I truly dislike seeing you crying because some bloody dimwit used you.” He confessed, his cheeks beginning to turn pink.

Rose wiped at her eyes with the handkerchief before crumpling it up in her hands and looking Newt in the eyes, her own cheeks glowing pink.

“Thank you Newt, for caring...It’s difficult to find that sometimes.” Rose said, her voice scratchy from crying. “But it’s difficult for me to turn someone in need away...But also, perhaps you’re right.” She said quietly, looking away and beginning to fidget with her hands.

“You’re a lovely person who wants to help so many people, but you also need to help and take care of yourself, Rose. All of these experiences are only going to make you stronger, but only if you learn from them. The way that I learn from my experiences with different creatures.” Newt began, trying to pep her up somewhat.

A small chuckle escaped from her light pink lips.

“You mean learning from experiences such as ‘Perhaps I shouldn’t have poked that Occamy with a stick’ or ‘Nothing to worry about! Just a small Murtlap bite!’ as the arm of your shirt is soaked in blood?” Rose mocked, a smile coming to her face.

Newt’s ears turned red as a smile graced his face as well.

“Well, maybe not those experiences in particular…” He mumbled, looking down a bit with the smile still on his face. He was elated that he was able to make Rose smile again. It was true what many people had said, her smile could brighten an entire room.

“Thank you Newt, you always know how to make me feel better.” Rose said, her voice back to its soft, soothing tone with a small smile on her lips. The tears had stopped falling and the redness was beginning to fade.

Newt only smiled and nodded, not trusting his own voice at this point. The sun was shining just so on her red hair, causing it to sparkle in the way that enraptured him so much. Was it just the sunlight, or was it simply just her?

And now that I'm strong I have figured out

How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul

As time went on at Hogwarts, Rose learned how to say no to certain individuals who asked for her help. She refused to aid in anyone’s attempt to hurt someone else. She would always help those who needed it with their homework, particularly in the Hufflepuff common room where she tended to spend most of her time.

Rose spent less time crying, and more time smiling her genuine smile while helping those who truly needed it. She had also discovered that not only could she help others by helping them study or by doing a few tasks for them, but could also help with small injuries they may get. A paper cut here, a bloody nose there, even helping with a sprained ankle. Thankfully, the matron of the school either didn’t mind or didn’t know she was working on healing spells.

Continuing to grow as she did, Rose learned how cruel and wrong the world could be. She toughened her exterior and her resolve when she said no to people, and people soon stopped trying to use her. She’d learned what Newt had asked her to, how trust people before lending her aid. She had learned to trust a few people and actually had started to form a group of friends, something she never really had, save for Newt himself.

There were many days Rose would spend her time with Newt as he studied any creature he could find near, or even in the Forbidden Forest. Rose came along to ensure he didn’t get himself too injured. On the days he did get a little more than a bite or a scratch, were the days Rose’s heart jumped into her throat.

One experience involving what looked to be just a slightly larger than normal spider turned very bad, very quickly.

“Newt, maybe you should let this one go for now...he doesn’t seem very fond of your prodding and poking…” Rose said warily, inching closer to Newt and the spider that was incredibly twitchy.

“It’ll be okay Rose, no need to worry. Look at it’s legs! The hairs are almost razor sharp! It’s incredible!” Newt said, not turning his attention away from the creature in his grasp.

Rose still wasn’t very settled by this. And soon she knew why. The creature had finally had enough of Newt’s examination and lashed out. Newt cried out in pain as the spider bit his arm and thrashed its legs to get away, causing numerous cuts and gashes to Newt’s arms, face, and even his chest.

“NEWT! Oh my god!” Rose cried, running to him and catching him before his head hit the ground. The spider scampered off quickly, happy to finally be free.

“Well, I suppose that didn’t go so well.” Newt said through gritted teeth.

“You don’t say? Goodness Newt. Here, lay still. Let me help you with this.” Rose said, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. She couldn’t voice it, but this scared her, seeing her very dear friend in this state.

Newt did as he was told, staying very still and watched with a hazy gaze as Rose removed her robes and rolled up her sleeves, readying her wand. She closed her blue eyes in concentration and started muttering different healing spells. Newt could feel as the cuts and gashes were fused back together, the blood no longer flowing from them.

Once the cuts were closed, Rose opened her eyes again and took a few deep breaths.

“Rose, are you okay?” Newt asked, moving to sit up.

“Don’t move Scamander. I’m okay.” Rose said, giving him a firm stare, before sending him a small smile. “Sometimes the healing spells tire me. But it’s nothing I can’t handle. Now let’s see about this bite…” She confided, moving her gaze to the still oozing bite on his right arm.

“Are you feeling at all light-headed? Nauseous? Cold?” Rose asked him, trying to determine if there was any venom in the bites of those spiders.

Newt was feeling light-headed, but he didn’t think it was because of the bite. He never truly realized how pretty Rose was, especially with her cheeks tinted pink from working.

“Newt! Answer the questions.” Rose said, poking his forehead to gain his attention back.

“S-sorry. No, no I’m not. I don’t believe there was any venom in the bite. I think he’s too young to have developed it yet.” Newt answered. Rose nodded and grabbed her wand again.

She held the wand over the bite and began chanting a new spell, the tip of her wand turning a warm orange, sending warming waves throughout Newt’s arm, and through his body. After a few more minutes of chanting from Rose, the bite had been closed and the glow went away, but warmth stayed with Newt.

“There. You should be all set now.” Rose said, falling to sit on the ground, feeling particularly weary.

Newt sat up and brought his knees to his chest. He rested his chin on his knees, while watching Rose. She closed her eyes and it was quite obvious how tired she was. As skilled as Rose was with healing spells and charms, some of them were still a bit advanced for her age and skill level. But that didn’t stop her from using and learning them if it meant helping, or even saving someone.

“You know, you truly are remarkable.” Newt said before his courage ran away.

Rose lazily opened her eyes to look at Newt. She rose one eyebrow while looking at him.

“How so?” She asked, moving to sit up a bit more, crossing her legs in front of her.

“Well, you know...you stay so calm, so collected in terrifying and hard situations...you are quite gifted and skilled at healing spells and charms...You are one of a kind Rose Keddle.” Newt said, cheeks beginning to burn. Rose’s own cheeks began to burn as an angry look crossed her face.

“I was absolutely terrified just now! Newt do you realize what could have happened if you were out here alone? If I hadn’t come with you? It could have been a whole lot worse! What if you hadn’t been able to make it out of the forest? Newt you are one of the only people who I truly, undeniably trust and care about. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t able to make it back!” Rose said, getting visibly upset, moving to sit on her knees. She opened her mouth to rant some more but before she could, Newt had wrapped her in his arms, hugging her closely to himself.

Shocked, it took Rose a second to comprehend what was happening. Once it registered, she happily wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging him back. This shy, awkward boy who had more of an interest in creatures than his regular studies and any friendships, meant so much to Rose. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing him, in any sense of the word.

“I’m sorry Rose. I’m sorry I scared you. I promise to be more careful in the future. I won’t be leaving you anytime soon. I promise.” Newt said, resting his chin on her head.

“You better not Newton Scamander. Because I’ll find you and it won’t be a very pretty sight.” Rose said in a timid voice, enjoying the feeling of being in Newt’s embrace.

Rose’s cheeks burned as she came to the realization that she wouldn’t mind being held like this by Newt more often. But of course, that couldn’t happen. He could never feel that way about her. And she certainly wasn’t brave enough to voice her thoughts and feelings about it to him, or anyone for that matter.

Rose wished that she could someday come out and say the feelings and thoughts that had been bubbling beneath the surface, but the thought of rejection scared her more than she’d like to admit.

Newt, unbeknownst to Rose, had the same exact feelings and fears. He wished to be the one to hold her and make her feel better every day. To chase away her fears and worries. He wanted to gallivant throughout the world with her, discovering new creatures and documenting their travels. Spending an adventure-filled life with the shy, timid, beautiful, amazing woman Rose was turning into. But he feared her rejection more than he feared being bit by a large spider.

Perhaps one day, they would realize their feelings for each other.

And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one

And then the unthinkable happened. Something so terrible, Rose still had a hard time believing it.

Newt was expelled from Hogwarts. Rose’s best friend, a person she had become so incredibly close to, trusted with everything she was, had been expelled from school, for something he did not do. Newt was too kind of a person, and took the fall for someone else. And it almost cost him everything.

Professor Dumbledore stood up for him, and he was allowed to keep his wand, but could no longer continue his education at Hogwarts. Which, in a way was great for Newt. He was able to continue his studies in magical creatures instead. But he knew he was leaving something even greater behind. Rose Keddle. He knew how alone she was going to be, how heart broken. But this was a decision he made and he had to live with it.

He was given the opportunity to say goodbye to his friends, and especially to Rose.

Rose waited for him outside in the abandoned stairwell by the covered bridge, so that there wouldn’t be any prying eyes. She tried so hard to keep her tears hidden as she waited for Newt to come.

“Rose…” A timid, sad voice hit her ears. She whipped around, seeing a very crestfallen Newt standing in the archway.

“Newt…” Was all Rose could get out before the tears started falling. Newt said nothing, only opened his arms for her, and she rushed to him, wrapping her arms around his middle, as he put one hand on the back of her head and held her close to him.

“I’m so sorry Rose. I didn’t do this to hurt you. I promise. Oh Rose you are such a lovely person and I have been so lucky to have this time with you.” Newt said as he began to rock them back and forth.

“Newt, this isn’t goodbye. Don’t say this is goodbye. We’ll see each other again. We can stay in contact through owls. This isn’t goodbye.” Rose said, her voice thick with tears.

Newt chuckled and held her tighter.

“Of course. Of course Rose. I can’t wait to tell you of all my adventures.” He said, pulling back to look into Rose’s blue eyes.

She smiled at him, and even though their moods may be dismal, it still lit up her face, and the room they were in. It was a truly magical ability, Newt thought to himself.

“I want to go with you one day.” Rose told him, not removing her hands from his sides. He grinned at her and nodded furiously.

“Yes, yes I would like that very much Rose Keddle.” Newt said to her.

Rose’s heart was pounding. Did she tell him?

Newt’s heart was in his throat. Should he say anything?

“Rose...I want you to know...that I will make this up to you...You are so special, such a special girl. So special to..to me. You mean...well what I mean to say is...you mean a great, great deal to me.” Newt stumbled and stuttered through his words before Rose put a finger to his lips.

Her face was beaming with the smile she shared, eyes alight with happiness and excitement.

“Newt, you mean the world and more to me. You are the best friend I could have ever asked for, and this next year and a half of schooling could not go by faster. I look forward to hearing about all of your adventures, and...I’ll prove to you when I am done here, that I’ll be worth taking on your adventures with you.” Rose said, never once leaving Newt’s eyes.

Newt could feel his cheeks burning and he nodded at Rose. He looked forward to this next adventure, and even more so to the adventure of having Rose with him.

“I’m sure you will. But now, I have to go. I don’t want you to get in trouble as well. Stay safe, stay strong Rose Keddle.” Newt said, bringing her in for another hug. Rose tightly wrapped her arms around him, never wanting to let go.

“Stay safe Newton Scamander. Use those healing spells well.” Rose said just above a whisper before kissing Newt on the cheek, taking him by surprise.

Rose stepped back from him, a smile on her face as she continued to back away, knowing that if she stayed she would never let Newt leave. There was still too much unsaid, too much unknown between the two of them. But now was not the time.

Newt’s smile reached from ear to ear as he took one last look at the beautiful smiling face of Rose Keddle. Her vibrant red hair, her brilliant blue eyes. He committed the look to memory before forcing himself to turn away and leave the school grounds.

I will never let you fall (let you fall)

I'll stand up with you forever

Dearest Rose,

In case you never learned this in school, rain forests are incredibly hot. And very easy to get lost in. Also, it rains quite a bit. I suppose that makes sense with the name. The creatures here are so strange. Their habits, it’s difficult to make sense of them. But they are beautiful, and so unique. I wish you could see them.

I have acquired a new little creature that causes me more headaches than I’m willing to admit. It’s called a Niffler, and the little bugger loves anything that’s shiny. I’m sure we studied them in school, but to see one in the real world, it’s exhilarating. He escapes my case no matter how hard I try to keep him in. It’s quite frustrating, perhaps you’ll have an idea of how to keep him in there?

Your healing spells have become invaluable to me out here in the field. Earning the trust of creatures is as difficult as I thought it would be, but so worth it in the end.

Only a few more weeks until you’ve graduated, yes? I look forward to finally seeing you again. These letters are wonderful, but nothing compared to a true conversation with you.

I know that exams are coming up, and how stressed you can get around this time. Don’t let it get to you too much Rose. Take time for you, help yourself while you are busy helping others. I’m so proud of who you’ve become throughout the years. You are a beautifully strong individual and I’ll always be here to listen to you, for anything you may need...I mean anything Rose. Anyways...

I hope your studies are going well, and the terrible boys at that school have gotten the hint to leave you alone finally.

I miss you

I hope you are doing well Rose. Talk to you soon.

--Newt Scamander

Rose couldn’t stop the grin that came over her features as she read Newt’s latest letter to her. She looked over the small drawings he had sent as well of different creatures he had discovered. One of her favorites being the tiny Bowtruckles he discovered in Southern Germany. He wasn’t wrong, she was stressing as exams loomed ever closer.

Rose hadn’t picked a career to go into, as she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. She knew two things; she loved to help people and she had an affinity for healing charms and even healing potions. But she had no interest in becoming a matron or a doctor at St. Mungos. She couldn’t bear the thought of being stuck behind doors all day.

Rose did begin looking into healing spells and charms for magical creatures, her search coming up very close to empty, as not much research had been done on the topic. She had been considering asking Newt what he thought about her doing her own research when she traveled with him, but didn’t want to burden him with this thought as he was dealing with potentially dangerous creatures.

Rose did take his advice to heart, making sure to leave time to take care of herself amidst helping her peers study for their finals as well. She studied hard and often, making sure to attend the last few of her classes. She kept Newt’s letters with her in her bag, reading them when she needed encouragement. It wasn’t the same as having his shy, crooked smile accompanying his encouraging words, but it would have to do for now.

Finally when Rose had a moment alone in the common room, the fire dying as a few stragglers were studying away, did she pull out some parchment and her quill and ink to write a new letter to Newt.

My darling Newt,

Your letters continue to raise me up and give me the strength and encouragement I need to continue my studies, instead of trying every attempt to run off and join you in your adventures. They sound absolutely thrilling!

I love hearing about all the wonderful creatures you’ve found. So far my favorites are the Niffler and the Bowtruckles, which are incredibly adorable by the way. I wish I had a solution to your Niffler popping out of your case so often. Maybe I can sneak in a bit of research among my studying.

I’ve been doing other research as time goes on as well, you know, to maybe figure out what I want to do, career-wise. It’s been difficult, I haven’t found anything that suits me very well. Perhaps you can lend your insight? Although please don’t let it distract you as you are out in the field, the less you get hurt the better. I’m glad to hear the healing spells are treating you well! I’ve sent a few potions with this owl, I hope these are helpful also!

I’ve been looking into healing spells and charms and potions that can potentially be used on magical creatures. There isn’t much research on this topic...I’ve been wondering if it’s something worth looking into when I travel with you? I mean...if that’s still something you would like to happen, of course.

Those boys have given up bothering me, realizing that I truly had no interest in whatever it was they were trying to offer. Also, I have far too much studying and research to do to waste my time with them.

I hope you are doing well out in the field Newt, I worry about you being out there alone. Make sure you’re eating! I won’t have you falling away to nothing Mr. Scamander.

I also hope you know how proud of you I am. I am so proud you are pursuing all of your dreams. You are becoming such a wonderful man and individual Newt. I’m happy to be a part of your wonderful life. Just know, I support you Newt. I’m always here for you. Always.

I’m counting down the days until I am done with school! So soon Newt, so soon!

Please take care, very good care of yourself and your wonderful creatures.

I miss you

Until next letter,

--Rose Keddle

I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)

Even if saving you sends me to heaven

Dearest Rose,

I hope this letter finds you well. Things have been getting...difficult to say the least. I could really use your guidance and support and one of your dazzling smiles. I’ve reached a bit of an impasse in my research with the creatures in Scandinavia. As interesting as they may be, they are not creatures of any habit that I have been able to discern as of yet. It’s really quite frustrating.

As far as the research you wish to pursue, I think it’s a wonderful idea! There isn’t much about healing magical creatures because most witches and wizards would rather have the creatures killed and taken care of that way. When in reality, most of these creatures are harmless if you know just the simplest things about them! Take Hippogriffs for example, if you already know that they are proud creatures, and know to respect their space and not just rush to meet them, you won’t run the risk of them attacking!

Honestly, I believe I want to publish a book about magical creatures. How to protect them, care for them, understand them even. A bit ambitious, don’t you think? But I think it would be beneficial for people to have…

By now, you should be just about done with your examinations, and on your way to graduation! I’m proud of you Rose. But more than that, I’m excited to see you again. Of course I still want you to accompany me on my adventures. There is no one else I would want with me.

We must arrange a time and place to meet. Somewhere in Britain, of course.

My dearest Rose, I can’t tell you how excited I am that you are graduating at last. These past two years have been difficult, but I’m glad to have had your support through all of it. I’m glad that you’ve been there for me. It means a great deal to me.

You mean the world to me.

To seeing you soon,

—Newt Scamander

Rose held the letter close to her, closing her eyes as she imagined Newt, hunched over a desk writing the letter to her, a look of distress on his face as he told her about his frustrations. How she wished she could be there to help him now, but she knew it would happen soon. She had one more exam before her schooling would be complete, and she was more than ready to join Newt out in the world.

Her parents were well aware of her plans for after graduation, and were willing to support her, given that she wrote them every now and then. Rose happily agreed to their terms and scribbled a quick note that day to Newt to let him know that she would definitely be joining him on his adventures.

Amidst all of the studying for exams, Rose didn’t have much time for her own personal research. It bothered her, but she wanted to do well on her last exam, and wanted to help others to achieve the same. When she had the chance, she asked the Care of Magical Creatures professor for suggestions on books to get concerning what she wanted to study. The list was short, but Rose would take anything at this point.

When Rose’s last examination was done, and she was finally able to relax for what felt like the first time ever, did she sit down to write hopefully the last letter to Newt before she saw him again.

My darling Newt,

Oh Newt, I have finally finished all of my exams as I write this to you. All of them! No more homework, no more tests, no more school! Now, I can focus on my research while adventuring with you. I have been waiting for this day for so long, and I can’t wait to see you again.

I can’t express how lonely it’s been at school since you left, but I did it! And I did it with your unwavering support of my studies. I don’t think I would have been able to finish if you hadn’t pushed me so hard to stay and study.

And Newt, of course I support you and everything you are doing. I’m sorry you’ve reached such a dead end, but perhaps taking a break from the environment will do you good? Who knows, you may learn something about those creatures from other creatures! We will just have to wait and see.

A book! That’s a FANTASTIC idea Newton! I agree with you, the public should be educated about these creatures. Not all of them are dangerous, especially if you know what to look for. I hope we are able to make a difference in the mind of others with the research we do. Mostly your research of course…

Now as for when and where to meet, June 20 at 1:00 PM, at Kings Cross Station in London, the entrance of Platform 9 ¾.

You had best be there Newt. I promise I will be.

I will be there no matter what.

You will never understand how much you mean to me

To seeing you in two weeks,

--Rose Keddle

Rose quickly ran up to the owlery, found her tawny messenger owl, gave the message to her and sent her on her way for the last time.

Rose had never felt quite so giddy before. She was more than ready to reunite with her best friend and accompany him on all of his adventures. She was ready to get him out of trouble, see all of his accomplishments, learn and grow with him as she studied her own field of magical creatures.

Rose would stand by his side, no matter the cost, or the mutual feelings between them, even if it was the last thing she did.

He meant the world to her. He truly did, and Rose wanted to tell him how she felt about him, but was far too shy to ever do anything of that sort. For now, she was content with being able to see him again.

Newt kept Rose’s letters close by at all times. He re-read them often when he was feeling particularly lonely or frustrated. They calmed him and made him feel connected to the human world on days he felt more like an animal, or days where he spent more time in his case rather than out of it.

Rose’s letters helped him get through more days than he was willing to admit. He always had a huge smile on his face every time her owl would find him, wherever he happened to be in the world at that time. He had stayed mostly in the continent of Europe, choosing to study the creatures closest to him first, before he moved on to the rest of the world. He also wanted to save some of the more exciting locations to explore with Rose.

He thought about her daily. Her striking blue eyes and sparkling red hair...he could still picture the way she looked the day he had left Hogwarts. Her eyes held tears but she smiled for him as he walked away. She was sad that he was leaving, but happy for him at the same time. He remembered the tint of pink in her cheeks and the way the breeze blew her hair off her shoulders. She was always beautiful to Newt, but for that moment, it was the most beautiful he had ever seen her.

The moment he received Rose’s letter, a grin spread across his face and his heart started pounding. He drank in every word and his heart almost stopped when he saw that she actually had put down a date and time.

“June 20...I’ll be there Rose Keddle. I promise.” He murmured to himself, eyes still rereading the letter. The only thing able to break him away from the letter was Pickett who tapped him repeatedly on the cheek.

“All right all right you little pest. I get it, you’re hungry.” Newt said to the Bowtruckle who gave a squeak in response.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay

June 20 finally rolled around. The excitement surging through Newt’s body was tangible, all of the creatures could feel the excitement pouring off of Newt as he tended to them in the morning. They were a bit more rowdy this morning, but Newt didn’t mind. After close to two years, he would finally have Rose back by his side. He would finally have his closest, most trusted friend with him again. He would get to see her stunning smiles that could brighten even most dark of places and be able to look into her crystal blue eyes. He continuously kept checking the time, watching as the hour hand slowly crept towards 1:00.

Rose bounced around her room at her childhood home, packing clothes, books, parchment, quills, ink, a cauldron and potion ingredients and necessities. Anything she could think of that she might need during this adventure. She was sure to try and limit the amount of shiny things she brought, particularly jewelry, so as to not entice the Niffler. She decided to use her Hogwarts trunk to pack all of her things, she could always shrink it to carry it easier. She was glowing with how excited she was to be seeing Newt again.

Rose couldn’t wait to see his cute, lopsided smile. His beautiful blue-green eyes and curly brown hair. Just the thought of seeing his freckled face brought a blush to Rose’s cheeks. Even after all this time, she still had certain feelings toward Newt that she had yet to admit to anyone else. She briefly wondered if he had met anyone else during his travels, but quickly pushed the thought away. It didn’t matter anyways. Newt was her friend first and foremost. Rose watched the clock as time slowly passed by as she spent the last few hours with her parents. They were proud of her, but wary of her travels. But Rose wouldn’t take no for an answer, she was going and that was that. 1:00, please come faster.

At 12:50 Rose stood up from talking with her parents and hugged them both goodbye. “Take care.” They told her, she promised she would. Her heart was pounding as she put her traveling cloak around her shoulders, tucked her wand in her pocket and grabbed her trunk. She waved to her parents as she apparated away to a secluded part of Kings Cross station.

It took everything in her not to run to the meeting place, trying to appear as normal as possible as she pulled her trunk behind her. Rose’s eyes darted from side to side as she looked anywhere for that familiar head of bouncy brown curls. She quickly came to the meeting place, heart still pounding in her chest even though Newt wasn’t there yet. She looked up at the nearby clock. 12:58. Newt always had a knack for being exactly on time. She hoped that hadn’t changed.

Rose anxiously bounced on her toes as she looked this way and that. The two minutes felt like an eternity to her.

Newt hurried to climb out of his case, seeing that the time was 12:55. He knew Rose would be waiting for him, she had a talent of always being a few minutes early. He closed his case, grabbed the handle and stood. He took a quick second to fix his jacket and vest before apparating to King’s Cross station himself. His heart was in his throat as he moved through the crowds of people towards platform 9¾.

Then, he saw her. Nervously bouncing, causing her red hair to bounce with her, her blue eyes searching the crowds. He stopped in his tracks as a huge smile crossed his features. She was as beautiful as ever and she was here, waiting for him.

Rose took another look at the crowds before she stopped on a familiar, lanky character with brown curls and stunning blue eyes. Blue eyes that were staring straight at her. She couldn’t stop the smile that came, along with the tears that sprang to her eyes. Newt came. He kept his promise and he came.

Newt took a few steps forward before placing his case down on the ground. Rose wasted no time running to him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her middle. They were laughing, they were crying, they were happy. Newt picked Rose up and spun her around in the air, the grin on his face hurting his cheeks, but he didn’t dare stop smiling now.

“You actually came.” Rose said to him once he placed her back on the ground.

“Of course I did, Rose Keddle. Anything for you.” Newt said to her, watching as her cheeks turned pink from the compliment.

“Shall we then?” He asked her and she nodded furiously, moving out of his grip to grab her trunk, he moved to grab his case.

“Is that the case with all your wonderful creatures?” Rose asked as she stood next him.

“Oh yes. I can’t wait for you to see them all. They’re very rowdy today however.” Newt told her as they walked out of King’s Cross Station together, side by side.

Everything felt okay, everything felt right again.

Seasons are changing

And waves are crashing

And stars are falling all for us

Mom and dad,

The world is huge! There is so much to see and I feel as though I’ll never have the time to see it all. Newt and I are currently in the forests of Finland, scouting out some curious creatures that I can’t spell the name of. But Newt I’m sure could. He’s truly brilliant you know. He’s helped me gain more of an understanding of my own field of research I’ve decided to pursue.

These creatures are amazing, I’ve included...

Days grow longer and nights grow shorter

I can show you I'll be the one

The work soon became very exhausting. In Newts case we had acquired several different species, both aquatic and land creatures, even some pixies. They all required attention and to be fed and to be studied. And Rose needed to heal more than a few. Some of the creatures they had acquired were creatures that were rescued from traffickers, or creatures who were found hurt in the wild.

Rose did everything she could to heal the creatures from using and modifying spells to using potions. Newt had helped her find several different plants and herbs that grew in the wild that could be useful for potions and salves. It was a wonderfully close working relationship, and the two fed off of each others energy.

There were many a night when the two would fall asleep in the case over their notes and manuscripts. They would wake the next morning with stiff necks and sore backs, giggle at each other and promise not to do it again.

“We really need to stop doing this Newt. It’s definitely not good for our health.” Rose would say, her cheeks flushed when she would look at a disheveled and sleepy Newt. Was he always this adorable?

Newt would chuckle and agree, both knowing it wouldn’t be the last night they did this. Rose would pull out a small mirror she kept near her workstation and fix up her hair so she didn’t look like one of the creatures they were caring for. Newt would watch in silence, wrapped up in watching her hair shimmer in the dim light and the way her eyes were half shut with sleep. Had she always been this cute?

Some days went better than others. But some days were downright terrible.

“Uh Rose? I think I need your help…” Newt muttered, wobbling towards Rose who was checking on a Mooncalf’s injured leg. Rose looked up and couldn’t stop the gasp that came from her lips.

Newt was holding his arm, blood pouring from it and skin bubbling as though it had been burnt.

“Merlin’s beard Newt! What did you do? Sit down sit down! Now!” Rose fettered, rushing away from the Mooncalf enclosure over to Newt as he sat on the steps leading to the Occamy’s and Bowtruckle’s.

“Did you get in a tussle with the Erumpent or something? Goodness gracious Newton!” Rose asked, moving his hand away from his injured arm so she could look at it.

“Well...something like that...She doesn’t like being pet...don’t pet her.” Newt said, leaning his head on the staircase railing, closing his eyes.

“Newt stay awake or I promise I’ll kill you next.” Rose said sharply, pulling her wand out.

“Yes Miss Keddle…” Newt muttered, opening his eyes and watching her work. Before she cast any healing spells, she summoned her stock of healing potions and set them down next to Newt.

Rose looked through the different potions looking for a specific one. She grabbed a softly glowing purple potion and handed it to Newt before grabbing a red sparkling potion.

“Drink half of that potion, it’ll stop the burning. This isn’t going to tickle.” Rose instructed, watching as Newt nodded and tipped back the contents of the bottle. He gritted his teeth as the stinging sensation of the potion went down his throat, followed by a look of brief relief as he placed the bottle down next to him before Rose poured the red potion over his arm.

It took everything within him not to shout in pain, instead he let out a loud gasp, gripping the railing with his good hand.

“I’m sorry Newt, I’m sorry. I know it hurts. It’ll be gone in a minute, it’s almost healed.” Rose muttered, not taking her eyes off of Newt’s arm. She watched as the blisters healed and the cuts disappeared. Sadly, it did leave a few scars. Sometimes the magic in her potions wasn’t completely strong enough to rid the body of a scars. She tried, and tried, but it didn’t always work out with the magic from the creatures also.

Soon enough Newt’s arm was healed and there was only a small amount of the red potion left that Rose put away. Rose then took both of Newt’s hands into her own as she looked up into his eyes. He looked weary but thankful.

“Newt, we really need to talk about your destructive tendencies. You really need to stop injuring yourself so much.” Rose told him lightly, a smile playing at her lips.

Newt chuckled before squeezing her hands and sitting up more.

“I’m sorry Rose. I know it worries you. One day I’ll get the hang of this and won’t be needing you to heal me every other day.” He joked, smiling at her.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily Scamander. Whether you need me to heal you or not you can’t get rid of me.” Rose said, a smirk on her lips. Newt let out a real laugh this time, bringing a genuine smile to Rose’s face.

“I would never think of getting rid you Rose Keddle. You are too dear to me.” Newt said, not missing the way Rose’s cheeks glowed red at his compliment. Rose smiled at him before standing, removing her hands from Newt’s.

“Right..Now then, to bed with you. And not at your desk this time Mr. Scamander. Actual bed upstairs and out of this case.” Rose ordered, helping the lanky man stand. He only grumbled a vague ‘Yes ma’am,’ before walking over to the hut. He stopped at the door, like he meant to say something. He wanted to tell her to come with him, but stopped himself and hurried away out of sight.

Rose sighed watching after him. Newt Scamander was a mystery and a challenge to Rose. She still battled with the feelings she had for him.

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