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I hear your voice

Prologue

Viktor x GN Reader

Word Count: 540

Tw: End of Season 1, Death, Dying, Normal Arcane stuff

You impatiently waited outside the room pacing back and forth, you had done everything, gave everything to this only to be left out of the room. You had propelled Jayce to his position as counselor, you got Jacy and Viktor out of every legal mess, hell you fucking covered up when the hexacore killed that poor girl. And Viktor you could never hate him but the sadness you felt towards him in this moment was nearly unbearable, the way he looked at you like he could do nothing like it was simply a means to an end, hurt. The thoughts circled through your head until you caught a strange gleam of light. It was a small blue orb with trails of smoke following it small in the distance but seemingly ever approaching, it was getting closer, smoke, it was getting closer. And before you had even known it your legs had started to move, sprinting down the hallway back towards the doors. Your heart was beating fast, too fast, too dangerous for you but you didn't stop. You couldn’t stop. Your arms spread in front of you as you slammed into the doors pushing them open so far they banged the wall behind them. Your eyes moved to Viktor only a few feet away, his eyes staring at you along with the eyes of all the others. You were going to take a breath but your lungs refused to move and you could feel your heart failing. You thought just as you could see the orb moving closer to the window the world slowed down and your thoughts screamed Get Down as the glow intensified the room finally becoming more aware of what was about to occur. Viktors eyes grew in terror. He had figured out what was about to happen and you had run in here to where ground zero would be and all their bodies would be ash and now so would yours.  The words tumbled out of your lips in unison with the thought but they were not the words you had thought.

“ VIKTOR GET DOWN” You cried as you lunged at him with the last strength in your body. 

Counselor Medarda turned around the others following her gaze. The light grew blowing out the room. You were blinded and you couldn’t see anything. And then you felt your arms curl around the material of a suit and thin ribs, one hand crawling up to the back of his head, his soft hair flattened under your palm as you went down together. You hear the shrieks and the terrible sound of the shattering windows. As you plummeted to the ground shielding his body with yours you feel arms curl around you. You hit the ground at the same time it makes impact . A wave of heat licks your back burning painfully through the fabric of your back, you continue shielding Viktor, never letting go. The room so loud everything went silent. Your lungs burn and your heart you had known was already coming to a stop the pain unbearable in your chest. And in the blistering heat and pain and in the arms of Viktor, through the silence you thought you heard him. Then everything goes dark. 

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Chewing on the bars of my cage I NEED SOUTA FROM SUZUME like rn. Or like to go on an adventure with a guy like Souta. I just need Souta and like an adventure thats all<3

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In The Small Moments

Pt1, Pt 2, Part 3, Pt 4, Pt 5…

Kaz Brekker x Gn Reader

Summary: Moulin Rouge/Satine Inspired!Reader and Kaz go undercover at a ball only for things to go terribly wrong.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48845809/chapters/123220936

Word Count: 617

Tw: Angst and Fluff, Swearing, Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Sex Work, No Smut, Mentions of Death, Forced Marriage, Manipulation, PTSD, reader called handsome but could be interrupted as in the old timey gender neutral way, maybe OOC Kaz Brekker, also potentially could be interpreted as suicidal ideation, mentions of suicide, Characters are like 25-ish and Pekka Rollins

A/n: sorry y’all it’s short and I’ve had this for awhile

“ Why don’t you put on one of your little outfits you used to wear,” Pekka said slickly shuffling through paperwork at his desk as you stood in the corner leaning against the wall flipping through books. It was the only thing you could really think to do as you shoved any feeling down into the pit of you. Ignoring any protest or regret to the grave you had dug yourself.

“ For you?” You scoffed disgustedly rolling your eyes as you nearly gagged.

“ Never stopped you in the past” He fired back annoyed but his focus still remained on his paperwork.

            You but back a further insult only for the sake of your life becoming further infuriated by the man who had ripped your full freedom away from you in the blink of an eye. 

“ Now what would Ryker say about that attitude of yours or better yet your dear Ezra, or even your beloved bastard,” Pekka started as one of his lackeys came into the room handing him a letter. You however were seething snapping the book shut just as the lackey walked out door slamming behind him. 

“ Do not speak his name.” You seethed as you stood straight up your finger pointing accusingly at the man. Marching forward to the edge of the desk you stood angrily staring at the man who didn’t even make an effort to glance at you completely unbothered by the threat. 

            His attention was much more captured on the letter in front of him as he inspected it closely, specifically the seal. His face was one of humoured curiosity as he reached into a drawer of his desk pulling out a small dagger that had a snake wrapped around the hilt and encrusted jewels for eyes. The dagger sliced through the letter gently so that it was a clean cut, he quickly fished out the letter inside unfolding it. His eyes snaked upon the page as he read it, a sense of sadistic joy lit up in his eyes. You on the other hand just stood fuming watching him. Pekka let out a chuckle when he finished the letter, prompting him to toss the letter carelessly onto the desk and stand up pushing his chair out behind him. He shuffled around his desk passing you striding down the room towards the door.

“ Before we go you should dress in something more appropriate-there's something for you in the other room” Pekka stated, stopping turning his head slightly to acknowledge you as he waved you off. Before continuing out the doors closing seemingly automatically behind him.

You stood angered at how you had been treated while you hadn’t expected much, you wished that you had more power. To go back to feeling powerless felt like quite a fall. You had soared too close to your sun, your freedom, him and now you were falling into the dark suffocating depths of the ocean. Yet you had dug your grave so you must lie in it. It hadn’t felt like the dread of death or despair, it felt relief, relief that the bastard would be safe. It even briefly skittered across your mind if this is what Ezra had felt all those years ago. But you knew better than to linger too long and so just as you were about to exit the room your eyes flashed upon the small dagger that rested upon the desk, the snake adorning it staring directly into your soul. You made your decision and you slipped so lightly over to the desk with grace that would impress the wraith and slid the dagger carefully onto your person. From there you flaunted out the door and into the room down the hall acting as nothing had happened.

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In The Small Moments

Pt1, Part 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5…

Kaz Brekker x Gn Reader

Summary: Moulin Rouge/Satine Inspired!Reader and Kaz go undercover at a ball only for things to go terribly wrong.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48845809/chapters/123220936

Word Count: 856 (I think)

Tw: Angst and Fluff, Swearing, Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Sex Work, No Smut, Mentions of Death, Forced Marriage, Manipulation, PTSD, reader called handsome but could be interrupted as in the old timey gender neutral way, maybe OOC Kaz Brekker, also potentially could be interpreted as suicidal ideation, mentions of suicide, Characters are like 25-ish and Pekka Rollins

A/n: sorry y’all I’ve had this for awhile and posted

The heist had gone successfully. The crows had gotten what they needed as they waited back at the base for Kaz and (Y/n) who were to take a carriage back to meet them. It was silent as they only sat around the flat boredly. Jesper leaned back in his chair throwing a pouch that was full of kruge into the air catching it repeatedly huffing impatiently.

“ So…” Jesper finally started “ What do ya think about the boss and (Y/n).”

“ Think about what?” Wylan asked, confused looking up from his book on thermodynamics, titling his head towards his boyfriend scrunching his eyebrows.

“ Y’a know the whole mutual pining thing.” Jesper responded waving his arms around acting like it was the most obvious thing, the bag of kruge rattling as he did so. The rest had just stopped what they were doing, staring at Jesper in various ways from confusion to annoyance  to shock at his bluntness of the situation that none of them dared speak of. Nina clicked her tongue shaking her head.

“ What?! You know I'm right!” The sharpshooter exclaimed when Nina gave him a sharp glare at his 

“ Hell I’d even bet that (Y/n) will confess any day now” He continued as the healer just scoffed and Jesper rolled his eyes.

“ You want to put money on that?” Nina quipped, shocking everyone else in the room, Jesper quickly recovered smirking as he nodded his head confidently.

“ 20 kruge that (Y/n) confesses first,” The sharpshooter spoke confidently.

“ And 50 Kruge that Kaz confesses first, if you're right I will even add in an extra 50 kruge.” Nina replies back, shrugging her shoulders, picking at her fingernails.

“ Damn 70 Kruge, you got yourself a deal” Jesper says, winking only to be interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open, he staggers in his seat nearly falling backwards. Kaz walks through the door, his expression more bitter and hostile than usual. He leans against the doorway grasping slightly at his leg before pushing against the door and limping inside. Nina quickly got up, shutting the door to prevent the cold night air from wafting in. The leader of the crows settled in his seat taking a shaky breath out.

“ Where is (Y/n)?” Inej questioned cautiously from where she sat in the darkest corner of the room. The others all stared cautiously but expectantly at Kaz.

“ I do not know. I asked one of the guards on the way out and they were seen with Pekka.” Kaz spoke darkly as he stared daggers into the floor, clenching his fists so tightly he could feel his fingernails pressing through his gloves.

“ Jesper,” Kaz barked “ I want everything on them you can find.”

Jesper stood up quickly loading his revolver and stuffing it into his belt as he hurried off out of the slat barely saying goodbye to Wylan by giving him a swift kiss on the cheek. The door of the slat shut creaking as the rest set in silence.

“Inej-” Kaz started his voice just as harsh to Jesper but aimed toward Inej, a tone that almost never would be used towards her. Inej who already had her daggers stored in their sheethes on her belt and her hood up, interrupted the currently infuriated male.

“ Already on it.” She gave a firm nod to accompany her response as she left swiftly and quietly like always.

Wylan and Nina quietly observed Kaz as he stood unmoving, his jaw clenched, his fists angrily snapped closed, his breath increased in its heaving. The three remained in near silence as the pair cautiously backed out of the room giving the man his space. 

The only question that crossed Kaz Brekker’s mind was Why had he trusted you, why had he let his inhibitions down for you out of all people. Just look where that got him. His mind spiralled and he let it because more times or not betrayal had been the result of someone or something he trusted. But of course his bad luck had run its course again with you. And of course Kaz Brekker being Kaz Brekker assumed the worst of you, only briefly did the notion that you may have been taken against your will flash across his thoughts. But even then he still wouldn't fully believe you hadn’t betrayed him until he saw full evidence. He sat like that until the moonlight slowly floated away and the rays of early dawn illuminated the foggy streets. The door to the slat creaked open figure slipped in his coat flowing behind him as he entered the room at the same time Kaz stood up his eyebags much more prominent making large dark circles under his eyes, his hair dishevelled from running his hands through it, and his skin a sickly shade of pale. Jesper slid past him sitting in one of the wooden chairs creaking alongside the floorboards which creaked when Wylan and Nina came in at the same time as neither looked well rested. In fact none of the people in that room looked rested.

“Well I found out about our little friend…”

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y’all Im cooked I think I’m getting the AO3 writers curse 😭

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Hey guys so I won’t be writing any DC stuff for the foreseeable future. My love of DC became something that I shared with my ex as he had a love of DC too and it’s just doesn’t feel good for me to consume DC stuff whether it’s me writing it or just seeing it. So yeah thanks for understanding <3

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The Whispers will be our Undoing

Chapter I

Regulus Black x FtM Reader x ???

Summary: The strange curiosity of a muggle born wizard terrible at most magic and Regulus Black of the everlasting house of Black as well as another tragic face fall in love and overcome the challenges of the Wizarding world

Read TW’s and Author Note Here

Word Count: 1.175k

Regulus Black had sworn to never love, not after he so desperately watched his parents hate each other to the point where their hate spread to him and his brother. And it didn’t help Regulus’ mind that his brother had abandoned him for some boy who didn’t even reciprocate his affections. With that Regulus had despised the shows of affection he received, being in his 4th year of Hogwarts he had received countless love letters, confessions, and the endless abundance of stares with giggles. To say he hated it was an understatement, each letter he burned with “Confringo” and each confession he scoffed and mocked the speaker till they in most cases ran away crying or furiously stomped away. As for the stares he couldn’t do much about it but it helped to be friends with fellow slytherins and those of pure-blood supremacy which he did not stand for but at least spared him from his parents disappointment. He had even made it to advanced potions and professor slughorn's infamous slug club. While none of his friends, which had been a small number, had made it into the slug club with him, he had at least two acquaintances of which there was Severus Snape who was a year above him and Theodore Nott who was in his year. As well as the unfortunate presence of Lucius Malfoy who he had a strong intolerance for but kept it to himself out of fear for the male. Then there was you, he had hardly noticed you at first not until there had been a debate on Gamp’s Laws of Elemental Transfiguration and the argument that was being presented and debated forgot a crucial piece of information in which it was so niche that none of them had noticed until you had spoken up. You neutrally yet somehow confidently pointed out the crucial fact causing Malfoy to scoff and further deliberation take place. That is the first time Regulus had noticed you. From there you seemed to pop up everywhere from in the Slytherin common room to his charms class, to Defence against the Dark Arts, to potions. Regulus didn’t mind your presence but just felt it was odd and so he started to observe you. He noticed how you rarely talked to anyone, only a couple words with Severus Snape who seemed at least like a friend to you but on a very low level. Furthermore he had noticed your lack of magical ability, your tremendous lack of magical ability to his surprise, you could barely cast a spell, yet you were a genius in magical theory and excelled in magical creatures and potions. You were an enigma to Regulus Black. So much to a point that he slowly decided to move closer to you. It first started by him moving across from you in potions, scaring away some Gryfindor who had been flirting with you, it then led to him making brief small strictly occasional conversation at the slug club meetings. Months had passed and he slowly crept closer to you. He had found out a couple things, one you were born to muggles and were from a strictly muggle line the first wizard in your family, two you had wanted to work at the ministry of magic and revolutionise their way of interacting with muggles and work to undermine pure-blood supremacy and then retire to be a professor he then saw what made you a slytherin, three you had a pet kneezale that you had disguised as a cat and affectionately called Link who was very protective over you and seemed to be in love with Regulus, and four you had loved to read into the depths of the night below the glowing windows of the slytherin common room. And Regulus had learned one thing about himself and that was that he loved to be in your presence. 

You and Regulus had formed a habit of sorts every sunday night at midnight when most of the Slytherin house was sleeping off their drunkenness from their weekend partying, you and Regulus would meet up in the common room and sit in the pair of chairs in the farthest corner that's only light came from the large church light windows that glowed. Then you would read you each had your respective book and you would sit in silence enjoying the others company and your novels. What either of you failed to realise is that sometimes one of you would stop reading, your eyes wandering to the other and a stare that could only be described as one filled with fondness watching the others slight reactions but moreover you would snap back to your own book. What neither of you would acknowledge is the fact that either of you only got through a couple of chapters when both of you knew you could easily get through full novels during that time. 

From there you slowly talked more, of course only in places in which you both would go unnoticed so as to not ruin his reputation(your words not his). Places such as the furthest corner of the library, and small notes during classes became your sanctuary. Soon enough you considered him a friend and a close one at that. Many times while his friends would choose to go to Hogsmeade he would lie claiming he had unfinished homework or other various tasks of course his friends were unconvinced that the Regulus Black was behind but they let it slide anyway. Those times you could freely walk around Hogwarts as it was a ghost town that's when the two of you got to rejoice. You got to spend the majority of the day together and neither of you had any objection to it.

Regulus was always astounded by you, you who were so mortal that he feared everyday you would shatter and you would be snuffed out. He was raised in the noble house of Black, he lived in the Noble house of Black, and there they believed in immortality, that they were better than mortals, by the will of their pure blood and being a wizard they were not bound to the same laws of time and death which was true in many many ways. Afterall many great wizards lived past the average muggle lifespan but you, you who were from muggle parents, were terrible with magic, and had no interest in living longer than nature intended you to( a conversation that made Regulus infuriated). For those reasons you seemed to Regulus the definition of mortal and for that he feared for you as what he deemed from a friends perspective. You however were astounded by Regulus, the boy who had such warmth and love but who acted quite frankly like a cold hearted prick who couldn’t give a damn about anyone. You feared that the light that shone from him may be snuffed out at the hands of the society he was a part of. Of course this is what you believed from a friend's perspective.

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I was wondering if you could please make more newt works? I absolutely adore them. It’s so hard trying to find x male stuff and you have to be the best writers I’ve seen write him. Thanks for reading this and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Hi! First of all I want to apologise for not responding especially for so damn long. And thank you so much for the compliments it genuinely means a lot to me to know that people enjoy my silly little writing I honestly wouldn’t be even half as motivated without readers. I will absolutely continue writing for Newt I love his character and I love writing him. And as per the request of more work I have two I recently released with “Don’t Go” and its prequel “Victory”

Thank you so much and I hope you have a great day/evening/night!

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Victory

Newt(TMR) x male reader

Prequel(?) to “Don’t Go”

Minor angst to Fluff I think?

Word Count: 1.35k

Tw: Normal Maze Runner stuff maybe more descriptors of violence, loss of hearing temporarily, maybe ooc

Newt hadn’t seen it till it was too late and now he was fighting off a crank that had climbed on top of him waving its claws wildly and snarling at him. He terrified, fought back being careful to avoid being scratched or bit using the large rifle he had stolen from wicked as a shield as much to his misfortune had gotten jammed rendering it as his only weapon useless, utterly useless. And he was not ready to accept the fate that was to await him if he were to give up he still had to fight. But that wasn’t the main thought in his mind as his ears rang. The main thought was Where were you? If you were okay despite the odds were ok he would be fine with dying right there but with the group getting ambushed by a flood of cranks he feared that you had either been dead or infected and both of those images had been his worst fear. His thought of you being infected had started to now grow into a conviction he was so convinced you had to be infected at this point that he begged you had died instead at least then he wouldn’t have to watch your eyes slowly turn into a black void, dark blood spilling from your mouth, your veins showing off the changes, and worst of all, your beautiful mind withering away till you were an empty shell actually you wouldn’t be empty you would be so much worse filled with agony, hatred, and a violent nature that simply just didn’t belong to you. The thought of that made him more terrified than the crank he was fighting. And yet just at that second a swift blur in his confusion passed by his eyes the weight of the creature gone. So he scrambled to sit up only to see you on top of the crank, pinning its arms into the ground with your knees while your knife was held high above your head. Newt's eyes flashed with even more horror at the image, why were you being so so stupid why would you put yourself in this kind of peril for him, why were you willing to potentially die for him. He couldn’t understand actually with his fear cloudling his brain he wouldn’t understand the conviction of you being infected flashed across his eyes all over again. Your knife came down over and over black liquid spraying you with each violent stab into the cranks skull the dark substance dripping from the knife that shined ever so slightly the crank letting out screeches until it fell silent its struggling arms fell limp. You leaned back ever so slightly relieving the pressure on your knees. Dark coloured blood splattered across your face smeared along with dust and dirt as you climbed off the crank still remaining on your knees. Newt without thinking crawled? More like clamered on his knees towards you sliding at the last second ever so slightly before you.

“ You bloody shank! Why would you do that?” He practically yelled over the gunshots of the others, “ Why would you be that bloody stupid! People care about you, I care about you!”

You tilted your head in confusion at him but he didn’t appear to notice. He continued to “yell” as you watched his lips trying to make out with what he was saying. He almost completely forgot that he had practically confessed to you but that would be a problem for future him. Yet by the time he had stopped to take a sharp inhale and he refocused on you matching your confusion as he saw you staring confused and intensely at his mouth. He blushed a little at the immediate implication he had thought of, quite embarrassed with himself that his mind even remotely thought of that. You said something softly, too softly for him to hear over the screeches and gunfire. He looked at you in confusion moving his head closer, hinting he could not hear. 

“ I CAN’T HEAR MY GUN BLEW OUT MY HEARING.” You shouted unable to control your volume due to your well lack of receiving volume. Newt slightly jumped back in surprise at your loudness, but quickly he nodded showing he understood what you had said. 

He scrambled onto his feet, realising that the group had to move forward or else they would die there. He had then reached his hand out towards you, you in response stretched your hand up to rest in his before his fingers curled gentle enough not to hurt you but firm in which it would be hard to let go. Newt gave a sharp tug to reference you to stand, you stood up stumbling a tad trying to gather your bearings. 

“ We have to get out of here, they will corner us.” Newt shouted at the rest, you had tried to read his lips only catching a word here and there as your hearing continued to be repressed. It would have sounded if you were underwater.

The other nodded and made affirmations in response. Newt looked at you trying his best to mouth something, you could make it out and he never would have even had to tell  you for you already did. The words “Trust Me” left his mouth and you nodded, why wouldn’t you he was the one you had so utterly cared for to the point where you had thrown yourself onto a crank for him. So yes you did trust him. He turned around reaching into his back pocket behind the aviator esc coat revealing a small handgun he had most definitely taken from WICKED. When? You had no clue but considering his other weapon was rendered useless you certainly weren’t complaining. He started to yell towards the rest who were still fighting against the ongoing swarms of cranks. There was a plan in play, a plan you didn’t know and that scared you but your ever going trust in the other male was clear so you squeezed his head lightly your version of a response. And soon you moved forward, Newt jogging to the best of his ability stayed at the front clearing the general path with the small handgun and never once letting go of your hand. While he was usually never the leader and often more times second in command the person who keeps everyone together you could see that he was more than suited to be a leader. Whether it was in his nature or he had picked it up from Alby no one there could deny his knack for leadership. To you he had seemed like a knight in shining armour, fearless. However his internal dialogue would prove otherwise, he was mortified at that second he was nearly shooting everything that moved and he was as flighty as bird. He held frantically onto your hand the warmth of your hand and the occasional squeeze here and there kept him grounded yet made him only further scared him. The constant reminder that you had been there and while not helpless you certainly weren’t in the most ideal situation.

 He would’ve kept running if it wasn’t for Minho’s voice calling out to him he wouldn’t have stopped. He looked around a little too fast for someone who would appear to be safe and that's when he realised they had gotten out that they were safe. He looked back at you, both of you holding each other's hand just as tight, the sun lighting up your faces. A huge grin spread across your face and you laughed, you just laughed, your head threw back and you laughed and before Newt knew it he was laughing alongside you his toothy grin being revealed as he laughed. There were only two thoughts in his mind: you had survived and furthermore you were so bloody beautiful. And so he continued to smile and laugh as the others joined in celebrating your victory, he couldn’t tell if your hearing was back but for now he would just enjoy watching you celebrate. 

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heyy! could you do a newt (film newt) x male reader storyy that takes place after the opening scene in the third film and they're sitting together on the beach talking about everything in the world they've missed out on (and like staring into the open ocean) when the reader decides to finally tell newt he loves him after putting it off for months :))

Don’t go

Newt(TMR) x male reader

Minor angst to Fluff

Word Count: 1.168k

Tw: Normal Maze Runner stuff

A/n: First thing is it leans more towards gender neutral however considering the whole concept of the maze runner by logic the reader would be male. Second matter is sorry I just dropped off the face of the earth a lot of shit happened but im back and this request has gotten me even more motivated to write again so thank you have an amazing day/night<3

Update: I made a sort of prequel to this its here if you want to read!

The normal winds of the world they had seen had been softened to a light cool breeze that brushed past their bruised and cut skin providing relief to the higher temperatures of the world. Sitting on the sand with your legs bent in front of you, your head gently rested against your knees, your right cheek being squished as you stared at the beautiful blonde in front of you. His eyes remained focused at the ocean in a soft stare, he was talking, you could see his mouth moving, your brain just couldn’t figure out what he was saying. You caught bits and pieces here and there. Something about…missing? Majority of the time you would listen to every word Newt said grasping onto every word he said like it was the water to a man dying of thirst. He was brilliant absolutely brilliant when he spoke, just now you were struck with reality. The reality was that you loved him, you loved him with all your heart and you so so many times had wanted to tell him but you were too cowardly to ever do so and now either of you could die at any minute. Every second now you were scared to die without telling him, whether it was for yourself or for him to know that someone out there has loved him you weren't sure. The thoughts swirled your head as you stared intensely at him. You were able to catch a few more of his words, he was talking about everything you've missed out on in the world, he sounded…sad? No, not sad. He sounded bittersweet, his head eventually turned towards you, his eyes catching the gleam of the sun making them appear much more shiny than usual. He looked so so beautiful, inexplicably beautiful. That's when the words tumbled out of your mouth, you only heard them after you had said them all watching Newt's face taken aback. “I love you” the three words that would ruin your relationship with him, I mean why would he why would he love you as far as you were aware he wouldn’t like someone like you,  just look at his face that wasn't the face of someone who reciprocated not like you even thought he would but it stung and so you did what this world has taught you most to do and you fled. You scrambled up onto your feet in a clumsy panicked motion similar to an animal cornered. You turned around wildly ready to sprint off, to where you weren't sure you weren’t even sure you were thinking in the first place you just couldn’t stand to see what he was to say. A hand reached up grabbing your arm tightly tugging gently but swiftly at it, your turned your head to look down your eyes meeting Newt's, his face filled with worry, his eyes shone in the light and his lips were slightly parted as if they were about to speak. He stood on his knees with most of his weight on his one leg to make him more stable against his weaker leg, his one arm was stretched up grabbing right below your elbow firm enough to cause you to stop but gentle enough to not hurt his other hand had grabbed yours.

“ Did you mean it?” Newt questioned his eyes searching yours for an answer.

“ I,” you started pausing in hesitation searching his eyes back for an explanation “ Yes.”

“ Then don’t go, not without letting me say anything first, please” He pleaded towards you and you did a small nod to let him speak.

“ I love you, I love you so much.” He stated simply as if it was as easy to understand as a fact. 

That's when both of you realised that either one of you had done everything but say it. From the moments like when you helped with the pain in his leg, to when you saved him from a crank by full on tackling the crank stabbing it in the head multiple times, or even just listened to his little rants and info dumps, meanwhile he had showed his through bandaging every cut and scrape you’ve gotten, to when he shielded you from the bullets that WICKED rained down upon the group as you escaped, or even how when you inevitably would fall asleep at the bonfires he would carry you to your bed and tuck you in. Of course there was so much more just both of you had never had the words till now…actually that wasn’t quite true. You had tried to tell him before it just never felt right, in fact everything in the maze had felt wrong but that was probably to do with the fact you were in a psychotic social experiment and not Newt. Newt on the other hand never tried or planned to tell you nor was he ever going to till now the only times he ever got close were on accident in passing moments when he couldn't help admire you just ineffably you. The closest he got was when you tackled the crank that was just on the verge of biting him, he was terrified for you, why had you done something so so stupid you were willing to subject yourself to the possibility of becoming a monster for him and that would have been his worst fear come true. It didn’t but he could still remember how your future flashed before his eyes, the awful awful image of your eyes slowly turning into a black void, dark blood spilling from your mouth, your veins showing off the changes, and worst of all, your beautiful mind gone. That was when he almost slipped up his biggest secret, the one he was sure wasn’t mutually returned and yet here you were. Words rolling off your tongue like the tide that was rolling in front of him. He tugged your hand a little once again, you softly falling to your knees staring at him with shock and adoration all compiled into a swirling gaze.

“ You…do?” You asked your head slanting to the side ever so slightly with your lips twitching upward but still a twinge of doubt that none of it was real.

“ Of course I do.” He scoffed jokingly as a laugh escaped his lips slightly smiling back his head tilting to match yours.

He turned back to facing the ocean, his stronger leg bent with his other straight and him leaning back onto one hand with his other arm held in a slight arc in the air indicating for you to move closer. You scooched forward still on your knees, a wide smile creeping onto your face as you crawled under his arm allowing for his arm to go around you holding you softly as you matched his position.

“Don’t go please,” he whispered slowly, leaning his head on you.

“ I don't plan on it anytime soon as long as you don't,” You replied lightly with a slight chuckle still meaning every word of it. In this world after everything youve gone through together even death couldn't separate you.

Thanks for reading <3

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Hey guys so I’m back! In the time I’ve been gone I got and boyfriend and he also just broke up with me today so it’s been rough and I’m …coping lets just say. But that means I’ll probably be writing a lot more so yay look forward to that! Thank for those of you who have continued to follow me in my absence and thank you to those who have joined!

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Did I purchase a VPN a few weeks ago just to watch The Artful Dodger because im from the states and could not get it unless I was in Australia? Yes, Yes I did. Did I also binge watch it the day I purchased the VPN and dedicated 8-10 hours of my life to watch it and enjoyed every second? Yes, yes I did. And did I do all of this because I have been in love with Thomas Brodie Sangster since I was a child? Also yes. So as a conclusion I believe you will see Jack Dawkins and Newt fics coming out in the future.

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There is no "other" or "I like both equally!" or "I don't watch anime/kdramas/anything in a language I don't understand/etc", pick one or leave

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To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:

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HOZIER WAS AMAZING LIKE WHEN I MEAN AMAZING I MEAN IT WAS LIKE SEEING A FUCKING GOD. AND MY GOD WAS RED ROCKS GORGEOUS AS ALWAYS BUT HOZIER JUST MADE IT EVEN BETTER. LIKE I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW AMAZING IT WAS AND WHEN HE STARTED TAKE ME TO CHURCH IT WAS THE MOST ATTRACTIVE THING I EVER SAW. HONESTLY HES SO TALENTED AND GORGEOUS.