#newt x bubbles

[migorify]

what oddbods did yall watch

[that-girl-glader]

So... I've taken a recent interest in becoming more of a marauder fan. Like I've seen marauder stuff, but I didn't know the lore much..so I decided to read all the young dudes..and I've always thought Remus to be a Newt (Maze Runner) variation right...and some parts especially about his scars just makes me go "oh" giving me flashbacks of Newt...and it's depressing kind of.

On a lighter note...I see a bit of Thomas In Sirius...like wolfstar is wolfstaring...and the whole "I study better aloud thing" I can't I'm in shambles... he's he's so sweet UGHHH. Also they're twelve/ELEVEN???! WTF...This traumatic bull at Twelve nahhh😭😭😭

[mybworlds]

Under the Sea

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader

Warnings: use of you, you’re a mermaid, I won't give any details except for nice long legs and very long hair, nudity, violence (a little?), use of both pov. Things are and will be different from the movie. If I missed smt please let me know.

Summary: Marcus Acacius is celebrated in Rome and meets after a long time his bride-to-be, while you ask for help to your aunt Mira to be part of his world as soon as possible.

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As you absently comb your hair you think back to the face of that soldier, his face was perhaps hardened by the many battles and events of his life. You’d so much like to be able to caress his face and ease his suffering.

You returned home, but a part of you and your heart remained there on the coast of Lazio.

You wonder if he has returned home and if he’s happy, if he’s well, if by chance he has not already left for some other distant land. You even wonder if he thinks about you every now and then or if he has already forgotten you.

Down there, under the sea, you almost force yourself not to come back up to the surface and go back there. According to your sisters, you're in love.

Of course you didn't tell them that you came up to the surface, they think that maybe you fell in love with some newt. You don't dare imagine what your father might say or do, he would lock you up saying that you don't understand the grave dangers you could run into and he would prevent you from going back up and seeing him again.

The only one you can confide this secret to is your aunt Mira. One evening you take advantage of your father's absence and join her.

The place where she is is very dark and much deeper than where you, your father and your beloved sisters live. She once told you that in a fit of rage, she had created a monster with the features of a crocodile and the head of a dragon that attacks anyone who tries to approach her lair. Luckily she also told you how to avoid it, which is by going through a cave where the temperature is freezing, but at least it prevents the monster from noticing your presence and killing you. Even the ice water is her invention, oh how gifted your aunt is!

You swim for several kilometers, then under the sea you finally see the entrance to your aunt's cave. The hole is dark and deep, with dozens of bubbles coming out of it as if someone was breathing right there. You, with a little initial resistance, manage to enter and pass that black corridor from which sharp points like knives appear.

The air becomes less and less breathable down there, but you don't give up. You want to talk to her and she's the only one you know for sure will never judge you.

Once past the cave, you reach a long, semi-dark room. “Auntie?” you call, looking around, but you get no response. Instead, something hits you in the side, throwing you against the opposite wall and making you groan in pain. When you look up, you barely have time to move because a very long tentacle of what looks like a gigantic octopus would have struck you with great fury and who knows, maybe it would have killed you!

Along with that tentacle, others appear that seem to want to do everything they can to grab you and strangle you in its grip. You move furiously around the room that seems to have no way out, when your strength is about to abandon you, you notice another tunnel from which you can hear soft music and other bubbles help you understand that you are going in the right direction.

When you leave that cave and enter the corridor you understand that you have arrived in your aunt Mira's lair. Instead of sand, there is a mother-of-pearl colored surface, from above there are dozens of colorful algae hanging down. Further on, your aunt collects all sorts of strange or curious objects that come her way, corals from the smallest to the largest and then in a small cupboard stand out ampoules of every size and colour containing liquid of dubious nature.

“Oh, but that’s my darling little niece!” your aunt’s deep, soothing voice echoes in the hiding place. You turn in the direction the voice is coming from and see two green eyes glowing in the darkness staring at you, then your aunt appears revealing her cold regality. Her long dark hair falls softly over her shoulders, swaying with her as she approaches, her body moves sinuously revealing — when she completely exits the cone of shadow — her iridescent fish tail.

“What a lovely surprise!” she exclaims, smiling, but that smile doesn’t reach her round, upward-facing eyes. You swallow, slowly approaching her. “You did it!” She adds. “Your other sisters never came to visit their poor old aunt!” She continues, clasping her hands together and raising her eyes upwards with a tragic air.

“Yes, indeed.” you simply say.

“Why that scared look?” she asks, reaching you and caressing the contour of your face. “You're the only one who's never been afraid of me.” she smiles at you. “You don't want to start today, do you?” she asks, smiling at you.

“No,” you answer her shaking your head “I didn’t remember there were all these traps to reach you.” You tell her, blinking to try to hide the fear that all these dangers have caused you.

She smirks, lifting one corner of her mouth, “I didn’t want any nosy people to get to me,” she replies, shrugging.

You're about to ask if by nosy people she means your father, but she intervenes again, "So, how's it going with your General?"

You look surprised for a moment, but then you remember her extraordinary powers, “There’s not much to say. I saved him and I hope with all my heart that he’s okay and happy.”

“But you want to be with him, don't you?” she asks, giving you a knowing look. “Well, he's a really handsome man, I can't blame you!” she adds, winking at you.

You look down, feeling embarrassed by her statement. You’ve never spoken out loud to anyone about feelings or anything like that. Your father, even though you know he loves you, has never said things like I love you. You never spoke about love neither with your sisters, they always skirted around the topic. You once heard them talking about newts, but when you approached them, your sisters looked at each other and burst out laughing. You felt so embarrassed.

“My dear sweet little niece, don’t be shy! There’s nothing wrong with loving someone, you know?” her smile widens “What would you be willing to do to be with your brave General?”

You look up, “Anything.”

One corner of his mouth turns up in a small smirk, “Well, I have just the solution for you.”

“Really?” you ask, tilting your head to the side looking at her curiously “What is it about?”

“I’ve a potion for you.” she says, moving away from you and heading towards the pantry from which she takes a vial with some reddish liquid. “This potion will transform you into a human creature.”

You blink, “But can’t we already do that when we get out of the water?” you ask her, puzzled.

She looks at the potion, “True, but by drinking this your human form will last.”

“Oh.”

Being human for more than a few hours? You could walk beside him, hold his hand, caress his face again, see him smile, console him, talk to him and understand him.

Oh, yes.

You move closer, she gives it to you carefully. You turn it over in your hands, “Can I take it now?” you ask, looking at her face.

“Oh, don’t be so reckless, my dear,” she says, snatching the vial from your hands and swimming away a few feet, “I can’t just give you this one-of-a-kind potion like that.”

“But you...” you don't know what to say, why did she tell you about it if she can't give it to you?

“Don’t get me wrong.” she quickly adds, “I won’t ask for anything in return, you’re my niece after all!” she tells you, “But magic always comes with a price.” you watch her carefully not to miss a single word “With this potion, you can walk on the earth, dance, run, do whatever you want, but you must always drink a few drops every night.” she explains. “If you don’t, you will return to being a mermaid, and it’s not certain that your beloved General will understand your nature, he or anyone around him.” you look down “Remember this, to humans, we are just monsters to be caught and killed or sometimes used for their entertainment.” she clasps her hands and sighs “I still remember my friend Zephyr, oh what a horrible end! Used in the gladiator games.” you swallow scared “But that won’t happen as long as you always keep this with you and every full moon you will have to come back here so that I can give you a new potion.” you nod silently and she looks carefully at your face. “Are you afraid? Do you want to give it up?”

You want to be with him, no matter what. Even if it means danger, you want to know the world of humans and Marcus.

“You're really in love!” She exclaims. “Nothing could make you change your mind.” She continues with a smile. “Well, in that case, then I have nothing else to tell you.” She adds, coming closer and handing you the vial. “You must be on the coast at dawn for this potion to take effect. You must have the first rays of the sun hit you and that will make the potion truly effective.”

You nod, about to grab it, when your aunt takes the bottle out of your reach and you look up at her, “Remember, no one, not even your man, should ever know that you are a mermaid. For no reason in the world.”

“Why? Maybe he will understand.”

She shakes her head, “He's a human. Even though he's seen a lot, I'm not sure he'll really understand.”

You frown, “But those are my father's words! I thought you and him had a fight over your different views on things.”

She shakes her head, “No. Not just at least. Oh, I almost forgot! A drop of your blood must also be added to the potion, otherwise the whole thing will be useless.”

You nod, “I will.”

“One last thing, if you stop taking this potion and stay on earth, you’ll die.” You hold your breath looking into her eyes.

Your aunt hands you the vial, you swallow, close your eyes for a moment. You don't know where he lives, whether his house overlooks the sea or is inland, you don't know if he will understand who you really are, you only know that for him you are willing to take risks at any cost. You open your eyes again and grab it.

“What’s the word? Good luck, then.” Myra says smiling at you and giving you the vial. "Now go." You nod and then swim away.

Rome welcomes him with unimaginable pomp and luxury, the streets are decorated for the occasion with red rose petals scattered along the sides of the roads to allow the chariots to pass. The crowd is kept at the sides of the streets by Roman soldiers who enthusiastically cheer his name.

Marcus greets them with composed enthusiasm and thinks about how uncomfortable all this makes him feel, as if he were playing a part that no longer suits him.

“Acacius! Acacius!” the crowd roars as he passes towards the Imperial Palace. His chariot stops in front of the marble steps and he steps down. He looks up and sees the two emperor brothers Caracalla and Geta there at the top of the stairs waiting for him.

Acacius knows well that with them words must always be measured and precise, never ambiguous or you risk becoming their enemy. The two brothers stand tall in their splendid royal robes, looking at the General with a pleased expression.

“General,” says Emperor Geta extending his hand towards the man who promptly grabs it and kisses the back of the man's hand. Then, Acacius repeats the same gesture with the emperor Caracalla.

“My emperors,” he says with a small nod and a serious, concentrated expression on his face “I’m happy to be in your presence,” adds the man.

“Oh, I’m sure you are! It’s an honor to find you in our presence!” exclaims Caracalla.

“I hope you’ve recovered from the terrible shipwreck,” Geta continues, as his brother pours wine into golden goblets.

“Yes, your highness. I’ve regained the strength needed to return to the battlefield,” Marcus says.

“Oh, our General is always ready to run from one battlefield to another, right little brother?” Geta says again, turning to his brother, “How long does it take to pour the wine?!” he turns impatiently to Caracalla.

“Don't rush me!” squeaks Caracalla, spilling a few drops of wine on the marble table where the glasses are.

“We need you here. The population needs someone to quell the too many internal revolts. You and your men serve here.” Geta states in a serious tone and scrutinizing the face of their trusted General.

Marcus looks down for a moment, “I understand. I was just hoping to leave Rome sooner rather than later.”

“I see,” Geta hums while Caracalla finally offers a cup to his brother and another to the General, Geta sips his wine, staring into the man's face. “No,” he adds, raising an eyebrow. “We need you here.” Acacius swallows, lowering his gaze again with a serious expression. “And then I think it's the best opportunity to get to know your future bride better before the wedding.” he adds exchanging an amused glance with his brother who smirks amused at seeing the brave soldier in difficulty.

Marcus has no intention of appearing impatient or embarrassed in front of the emperors, so he simply nods briefly, “I understand.” Then he raises his glass, “Well, then... To your health, my emperors, and always at your command.” Geta loses his smile, while Marcus smiles faintly before also sipping his wine.

Marcus can never be free, at least not in this life. Sometimes, especially when he’s alone in his rooms of his domus in the evening, he happens to think of the girl from Sicily, that same girl who for some mysterious reason was on the beach next to him, she saved him.

Ever since he came to and found that strange iridescent shell on him, he has been carrying it around with him almost as a reminder of her, of what he experienced and of how she saved him.

No one knows the truth. He saw her disappear into the sea, but he didn't tell anyone. No one would ever believe him. Even he sometimes has trouble believing what he himself saw. He simply said that he had mysteriously and fortunately survived, he thanked the gods and asked his men to make a sacrifice to the god Neptune to thank him for having spared his life. He wanted to thank her, the beautiful and mysterious woman who saved him from that stormy sea, but what did it matter now, he would never be able to see her again!

As much as he tries to think about his future bride, the thought of being forced into marriage just because of the whims of two mad emperors drives him mad.

Lucilla, this is the name of his wife, is the daughter of the late Marcus Aurelius and Acacius well understands the reason why the two emperors hope for and encourage this union: Marcus Aurelius had a dream and Acacius knows that his daughter share in secret the same ideas as her father, what better way to keep her and any potential supporters at bay than by marrying Lucilla to the man who is the empire's right-hand man?

Acacius knows well that he’s only a tool in the hands of a power stronger than him and not being able to have control over his life and his decisions makes him feel caged. Although paradoxical, he feels free only on a battlefield, but only because he’s far from Rome and its rotten power, he takes no pleasure in killing or mutilating people, whether they are allies or enemies.

That evening there is a warm wind blowing from the sea and Acacius will meet Lucilla for the first time in months. She’s a beautiful, cultured, graceful woman. He knows well that he should consider himself lucky, beyond the constraint, to marry her.

In the peristylium several lotus flowers have been placed in the small fountains that enrich the place and the place has been specially decorated for the woman. Marcus knows they are her favorite flowers and, despite his reticence, he doesn't want to make her feel out of place or unwanted. The triclinium has been set up with good food and wine at will. Everything is ready.

He watches the ripples of the waves crashing along the rock face. He thinks back to when he chose this villa, he wanted to live far from Rome, despite his role, he was and is a soldier, he’s not a politician nor a man who aspires to power. He's just a man who longs for freedom and since he saw that beautiful girl he wants it even more.

“General, Augusta Lucilla has arrived,” announces a middle-aged servant.

He nods and then walks away from the small stone terrace, waits solemnly for the woman in the peristylium, then Lucilla makes her entrance followed by two elderly women.

Lucilla is just as Acacius remembered her: beautiful, composed, regal. Age has not affected or changed who she is.

“Augusta Lucilla,” says the General in a solemn tone and then gently takes her hand and kisses it.

“General Acacius,” the woman returns the greeting with a calm expression and a sweet smile on her lips “It’s a relief for me to know that you are back here safe and sound.” she adds composedly. “I’ve been told that you were the victim of a terrible shipwreck. We thank the gods that you’re here to tell the tale.”

He nods, meeting her eyes, “Thank you for your kind words. I was lucky, yes.”

The two remain in awkward silence for a moment, then Marcus regains control of the situation by inviting her to go to the triclinium through the peristylium. The man points out the presence of the lotus flowers, making the woman smile and thank the soldier for his attention to this detail that almost everyone overlooks.

The dinner passes peacefully, the two guests converse about many things, everything except politics. Marcus doesn’t know whether to say that the two emperors know her political orientation and on the other hand, Lucilla believes that conversing with a man about politics could make her appear silly or ridiculous.

Marcus occasionally squeezes that shell in his hand as if it had become a talisman that gives him the strength to endure all this.

“Does that amulet have any meaning for you?” asks the woman, noticing the gesture that happened several times during the evening.

“Oh, um... A person dear to me gave it to me as a gift. I received it on my way back from Sicily, if I remember correctly,” says Acacius although he’s not sure of its origin, he only knows that when he fully recovered from the terrible experience he had it on him.

“I thought you had lost everything in the shipwreck,” notes Lucilla, sipping her wine.

“Yes, indeed,” the man confirms, gently running his thumb over the shell. “I don’t know how this one survived.”

“Can I see it?” asks the woman holding out the open palm of the hand. Marcus nods and hands it over, “Oh, um I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. It’s a very rare stone for sure,” he adds as he hands the item back to the General.

The sea provides the background music to the dinner, the man relaxes from time to time forgetting the obligation that grips him deeply and putting aside for a few hours the thought of the sea girl and his secret intention to find her again.

It's still night when you reach the coast of Lazio, you're tired and sore, but satisfied. You come out of the water just enough to begin to feel your fish tail transform into human legs. Even though this has happened several times, you still feel pain and some discomfort.

You place the vial on the sand in a safe place so that the waves cannot carry it away. Then, you dig your hands into the wet sand and wait for that feeling to pass, when you feel better, you look around and what you see is a domus on top of a cliff.

This is where you will wait for dawn so that the potion can work its magic. The only thing you really regret is not having been able to say goodbye to your father or sisters, but you already know that they would never give you permission or help you so you had to do it all by yourself. You feel proud of your decision, but at the same time you are also a little scared, you don't know what you are going to face and if you will ever really see him again.

What will you tell him if you meet him? You can't tell him you're a mermaid. He wouldn't understand. Not even him. You see, you know he's different, but how much? You have seen the crimes he has committed, but you’ve also seen the bitterness and pain in his eyes and felt the anguish in his heart. You know, he’s a good human being made perhaps evil only by events.

You look around, you are wrapped in darkness, you are cold. You shrug your shoulders placing your hands on your forearms, you observe yourself, you are back in your human form. You are naked. You have nothing to cover yourself with except your hair long enough to cover your breasts and your sex.

You hear voices, noises of what seem to be plates, then you hear with great incredible clarity his voice, you are just in the right place. You don't know if it was luck or if your aunt's potion had something to do with it, but the fact is that you found him and now you'll do anything to be part of his world.

[cautotelic]

Chapter 4: The Fall

Ambessa Medarda x Reader

Synopsis: When you get taken away from your home land and thrown into the palace of the infamous warlord, will things be as bad as they first seemed?

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A/N: don't mind me just pulling at your heart strings... again :))

I walk down the corridor, my steps echoing off the walls as I enter the training arena. All the warriors are rushing around getting weapons and putting on their battle armor. I see Ambessa donning hers. She momentarily glances up at me, expressionless before turning to one of her soldiers. Someone steps in front of me.

“What’s going on? Where is everyone going?” I ask as I try to get around her.

Wherever I move, the girl moves to get in my way. She looks at me. “I can’t tell you anything, ma’am. I’ve been ordered not to.”

“Like hell you aren’t, what's going on?” My voice raises on its own accord grabbing the attention of a few of the warriors surrounding us. 

In just a few seconds Ambessa pushes her way through the crowd, grabbing my arm and pulling me from the crowd. We stand outside in the corridor. 

I cross my arms over my chest. “What is going on?”

“We're going to battle,” she says like it’s nothing.

“With who?”

She huffs annoyed and irritated. “With your father.”

My heart sinks. Although I don’t particularly care for my father, I know a lot of bloodshed will come from this battle, innocent lives lost. “Is this because of what happened in the library last week? If you're upset with me, be upset with me. But don’t send your soldiers out to get slaughtered,” I plead.

She narrows her eyes at me. “You doubt my army?”

I sigh. “You don’t understand, they,” I say motioning to the warriors. “Are not ready for the sheer magnitude of magic that you are throwing them into. They can train with me all day and night and never know the full extent of it.”

It’s clear that my words go in one ear and out the other. She scoffs and goes to walk past me and I get in her way. “Ambessa, please.”

“I have to defend Noxus. Get out of my way,” she says harshly.

She tries to push past me again but I hold her at arm's length. “You’re going to get yourself killed and you can’t defend Noxus if you’re dead. So I urge you to reconsider,” I assert. Something in me bubbles up, something I’ve repressed for so long it aches.

She lifts her head. “I have to go,” she murmurs.

Her hand comes up and wipes a tear that I didn’t know I had shed as she cups my chin in her hand. I pull away from her touch. She opens her mouth to say something.

“General, we’re ready to depart,” one of the soldiers announces from behind me. Just as quickly as it was there, the soft, tenderness is gone from Ambessa as she steps back into her General role.

She looks down at me one last time. “Good, the faster we get there the faster we get to come home,” she says as she passes me. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was keeping. My back hits the wall behind me, I slide down as I stare at the wall across from me. Lost.

•••

“When you attack your opponent, you need to be quick and quiet. So absolutely-”

“No giggling,” the children say in unison as they sit on the training mats. 

I nod, pleased. “Exactly. Man you guys are quick learners,” I praise, my hands resting on my staff. 

One of the younger children of the group comes to me and tugs at my pant leg. I pick her up and rest her on my hip. “What do you need, miss ma’am?” I ask with a warm smile.

The little girl giggles and points at my hands. “Do the thing,” she whispers. Her whispering isn’t that good and the rest of the children hear what she says and join in, urging me to use my magic.

With the little girl still in my arms I kneel down on the mats. “Fine, fine,” I chuckle. I flick my hand and a newt appears on the mats in front of the children. A series of ‘awe’s’ comes from them as the newt rolls over and jumps around, even at times jumping into the children's laps. Seeing the children enjoy the power I was gifted and not be afraid of me, heals something in me, an old wound not forgotten. 

Someone clears their throat by the door of the small training area, Mana. “Ma’am, it’s time to go,” she informs with a sorry smile.

I get up from the floor and the children look at me sadly. “Now you guys don’t get into too much trouble, alright? I’ll see you all on Wednesday next week.” They all get up and give me a big hug before Mana and I walk out of the small building.

Stepping outside I shiver before donning my coat as Mana and I walk back to the palace. “Ma’am that is the 3rd time this week that I’ve found you at the children's training center,” she notes worriedly.

It’s been nearly a month since Ambessa and her forces left for battle and I’m worried to say the least. For the first week or so nobody would tell me anything other than ‘they’re alive’ and now I don’t even get that. 

I turn to Mana. “It helps distract me. I feel… useful.”

She only smiles. On our way back to the palace we stop and buy some fresh fruit and a light snack. 

I help Mana prepare dinner and we eat together in the kitchen. Once I’m done eating I head off to bed.

•••

A loud bell startles me from my sleep. Getting up I make my way out of my room and into the hallway. I follow the noise of rushing footsteps and loud voices to the training arena. The doors leading outside are wide open as soldiers rush in from the cold. They settle down on the mats and await medical treatment from the physicians on standby. 

My eyes flutter across the room going from one person to the next unknowingly looking for someone. My heart starts to pound as my search comes up empty. I see Rictus being helped in by another soldier and that’s confirmation enough.

If he's alive, she's alive. He wouldn’t let her die.

I’m pushed out of the area by the physicians telling me that I can’t be in there right now. Right before the doors of the arena close I look one more time.

The walk back to my room is filled with dread.

Did she really go out there and get herself killed? I hope she is alive so I can kill her myself.

I slip into my room and close the door before turning around and freezing. 

Ambessa stands in my room silent as she quietly takes me in from head to toe. “Hi,” she says softly as if talking to a wild dog, waiting for me to bite.

I look at her, really look at her. Her eyes are soft but her body is battered. A small cut is seen on her cheekbone and by the way she’s holding her side, she has a big injury.

“Why didn’t you go to the physicians to get patched up?” I ask, my voice wavering slightly.

She looks down at herself. “It’s nothing. I wanted to come see you.” She makes a move to come near me and I step back. “You're angry.”

I don’t reply to her comment. “And you're filthy, take a shower,” I say as I go to my bedside table, not sparing her a glance.

I hear her sigh before hearing heavy footsteps and the bathroom door close shut. Exiting the room I walk the short distance to her bedroom and get her some clothes to dress into before heading back. When I walk in she’s still in the shower so I open the door to the bathroom and place the clothes on the counter.

I rummaged under the sink for the first aid kit I’d taken from the medical wing, back from when I didn’t trust anyone here. As I place it on the counter the water to the shower shuts off. Without looking I hand Ambessa something to cover her chest, underwear, and cover shorts. Without complaint she gets dressed.

“When you’re done sit down on the edge of the tub,” I say as I finish gathering all the supplies I need.

With a deep breath I stand up and turn to walk towards her, her eyes follow me. When I come to stand in front of her I sigh and look her over. There’s not many injuries but it’s enough to be concerned. I shake my head and get started.

Slowly and attentively I work on patching her stomach up, removing any dirt and scrap metal. Ambessa doesn’t make a sound, the only way I know she’s in some kind of pain is her stomach tensing and relaxing. I’m focused as I work.

Once her stomach is bandaged I begin working on the smaller cuts that litter her arms and legs before moving to the one on her face. I inspect the cut, turning her head from side to side, my thumb absentmindedly rubbing over her other cheek. I pull away and get the iodine to clean it up.

“Say something,” she mutters. I ignore her and move to put the solution on her wound and she grabs my hand. I shut my eyes and take a breath before looking down at her.

“What exactly do you want me to say, General?” I spit out bitterly.

My tone clearly surprises her and she looks at me sternly. “Watch your tone.”

I scoff out a laugh. “Watch my tone? No, how about you watch yours, you…” I stop myself from continuing, not wanting to say anything I’ll regret. Ripping my hand from her grip I finish patching up her cheek before turning to put my stuff away. 

I feel her eyes burning into my back but I don’t spare her a glance. I wash my hands scrubbing more than I should and I don’t notice my hands going raw, beginning to burn until much larger hands come from behind me and pull my hands away from each other.

I huff, hanging my head as I feel Ambessa’s sturdy frame behind me. “You could have died,” I mutter as I remove myself from her, walking into my room. She follows behind going to sit on my bed.

“But I’m here now, alive and well,” she admits nonchalantly.

I look at her in disbelief and shake my head. “You call that big gash on your side ‘alive and well’?”

Her eyes trace my face, taking in every detail. “Come here,” she says.

“No, you can’t just brush that kind of thing off like that you could have-“

“Stop being stubborn and come over here. Now,” she orders, her voice growing stern.

I stare at her for a second, challenging her. She clicks her tongue and tilts her head towards me, her eyebrow quirked up. “Don’t make me come over there and get you, child.”

I roll my tongue on the inside of my cheek, huffing before walking over to her. I stop a little bit away from her and she grumbles something under her breath before hooking her finger into the waistband of my pants and pulling me to stand between her legs. I cross my arms as she looks up at me, her hand moves to my waist, her thumb rubbing small circles into the exposed skin.

I don’t look at her as she speaks but she moves to try to find my gaze. She takes my hand, grasping it in hers as she guides my hand to her body. Placing my hand on her chest she holds it there with her own. I feel her heart beating, strong and unmoving, undoubtedly her. 

She gently turns my face to look at her. “See? I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere…”

My facade drops for a split second as I let myself feel what I’ve been bottling up for months before I come to my senses. I pull my hand away from her. “You should get some rest,” I say quietly as I walk into the bathroom to retrieve her clothes. 

When I come back I hand the clothes to Ambessa and she takes them before setting them on the bed beside her. I huff and run my hand down my face. “Put the clothes on.”

She sighs. “I won’t apologize for leaving, it needed to be done and has been a long time coming.”

I huff a laugh and look down at the floor. “And you say I’m the stubborn one…” I mutter under my breath. I walk towards the door opening it. “Get some rest,” I finalize quietly before slipping out of my room, leaving Ambessa.

[newtkive]

pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 1 - the gc birth

in which two online friends navigate a romance through a minecraft groupchat with their stupid friends

or, newt, the quiet, stoic boy, and y/n, the bubbly girl both curse the world for keeping them apart, but at least they can send each other cute emojis and hope the other doesn't notice their blossoming feelings.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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notes: hi :p im very new to writing on tumblr (but ive always been a reader) so pls bare w me! and im trying to revert back to being 14 (im 23 lols..) so im revisiting my old favs including the maze runner/thomas (bc i binged the artful dodger and now im obsessed again). there will be non-text chapters in the future as well, when everyone eventually meets. this will be newt focused so enjoy !! also everyone is like a realistic age from 23 to 28

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THE GLADE

[ 7:45 PM ]

alby added minho, y/n, newt, tommy, and gally

alby: Hello, guys.

minho: wtf is this

newt: uhhhh

tommy: hi :3

y/n: so this is why you asked me for my # in private

gally: i didn’t consent to this when i gave you my number

newt: don’t give strange men your number y/n

tommy: oh that’s y/n?

alby: Wait, Newt you had Y/N’s number already??

newt: yea

tommy: o.O

y/n: i gave it to him like two weeks after we met lmao

tommy: SO HE HAD YOUR NUMBER FOR A YEAR AND I DIDNT????

y/n: well he asked and you guys didn’t :p

newt: lmao

minho: ik he smug as fuck rn

not u asking for a girls number lmao simp

newt: stop

y/n: we all talk in discord anyways so i didn’t really think about it

plus you guys are friends irl so idk

it felt kinda weird to insert myself heh

minho: we’ve known you for a year and a half y/n

we play games all the time

call all the time

we even send packages and shit

you’re very much considered our irl friend

y/n: REALLY?? 🥺🥺

tommy: internet friends are real friends 😍❤️

minho: the heart eyes are crazy

but yes dude

newt: of course you’re our close friend. just cuz we live near each other and you’re a bit far away doesn’t mean we don’t adore you

minho: ADORE IS CRAZY LMFAO

but real ig

y/n: AWWWWW YOU GUYS LOVEEE MEEEEEE

hahahahha

HAHAHHAHJFIEKMGOR

I LVOE YOU GIYYYYSSSS IM PUTTING ALL OUR MINECRAFT BEDS TOGETHER LATER

gally: i do not want my bed to be infested by you guys

minho: gally sleeps in the corner

gally: no i dont i sleep in my mansion

y/n: cherry blossom mansion*

gally: and you sleep in a shed

y/n: cherry blossom shed* its pink and that matters.

tommy: love you y/n 😊🥰

y/n: love you tommy <3333

minho: that’s actually nasty stop now

y/n: u mad ur unloved

i love how the gc name is our minecraft town name :((

newt: aw it is

minho: can we talk about why tf this was made when we have a perfectly good discord

alby: I’m done with Discord.

newt: you got your shit hacked didn’t you mate

minho: mate 💀���

british people so crazy

alby: Yes maybe..

I don’t want to make another.

y/n: or your old ass doesn’t know how to

minho: LMAO REAL

alby: Gonna ignore that. But I am getting too old for it. I have a new promotion at work so that means I won’t have time to play with you guys as much anymore. So I decided to make this groupchat in hopes to talk to you guys more to make up for it :)

minho: every group always has the old head with the job 💀💀

newt: minho admitting he’s jobless

minho: you work at a library be so fr rn

newt: i have an income. you have a room in your grandmas basement. we are not the same.

gally: LMFAOOOOOOO

minho: stfu :////

y/n: AWWWWWWW ALBYYYYYYY

tommy: YAAAY!!!!

im going to text you guys all day

tell you every meal

every thought

every interaction will be meaningful and glorious

newt: you are 24 years old you don’t have to do all that

minho: no fr im turning off my phone if he starts this shit

why not just do it before in the discord ??

tommy: easy access now and i tried before but stopped since no one really replied..

y/n: i say we all do it :D i will too tommy

newt: ok second thought that’s fine

minho: .

gally: that’s wild.

y/n: YAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!! NEWT YOU GO FIRST

newt: first with what

y/n: say what u ate today

newt: didn’t say i’d do it.

tommy: i ate muffin, monster energy drink, and hamburger :3333

you guys next

minho: that’s all you had bro..

y/n: hot cheetos and french fries and coffee :D

minho: ??????? BRO

how are you guys alive

y/n: it's my day off and no class so i just wanna rot in bed and that means no cooking

newt: please eat and drink water.

like for real and document it

y/n: ok wait

there

tommy: yum!

minho: y/n..

newt: cereal does not count

y/n: I DONT HAVE ENERGY TO MAKE ANYTHING OKAY

im a 23 year old broke college student my fridge is bare

newt: alright what do you want?

y/n: wym?

newt: like if you could pick.

minho: that’s so cruel 😭😭 just making her imagine it

i like it go on.

tommy: i want chick fil a

minho: i knew you hate the gays

tommy: I AM THE GAYS?????

y/n: ugh that does sound good

mmmm chickem sandiwh waffle fry I Want that Os mYch

newt: that’s what you would order?

y/n: mmmcm yeahshhhhh

newt: ok

minho: that’s it?

i thought soemthing would happen

tommy: me too

like a spell! magic 🪄

y/n: sigh

my cereal tastes bad now

newt: well it is cocoa puffs.

minho: L cereal

y/n: DTOP SAYING L ITS SO ANNOYITIGJNGGGGG

minho: she so madddd 😂😂 L

newt: you're annoying minho

minho: youre just saying that bc shes saying that

newt: no ive always said it. and i will continue to. youre fucking annoying

minho: who bought you your coffee yesterday

newt: ???

myself

and i paid for yours too

im the one with an income

minho: .

well i didnt think youd remember that well.

newt: it was literally yesterday.

minho: yeah but ur old

newt: IM THE SAME AGE AS YOU

minho: yeah but im 🤗✨ 26 ✨🤗and youre... 26😬😔

tommy: guys stop fighting

newt: we aren't fighting

maybe this gc was a bad idea

tommy: NO!!!!!!!!!

y/n: NOOOO!

tommy: this is like y/n is here w us irl

y/n: awwwwwwwwwwwwwww

minho: no it's not. we would smell a foul stench if she was

y/n: i ahte you sooo bad.

wait there is a knock at my door im scared

newt: answer it

minho: aren't you supposed to say don't open the door for strangers ????

newt: well usually yes

y/n: no im not expecting company

newt: just do it pls

y/n: ok :D

minho: bruh..

i hope she gets robbed and u feel bad forever newt

newt: why would you want that

minho: bc she owes me money

newt: YOU owe ME money

minho: yes but i have a good reason she just wanted robux

tommy: Y/N DONT DO IT!!! I HAVE SEEN DATELINE

y/n: :o....

tommy: Y/N?????????

OH GOD THEY GOT HER

minho: why would she text a silly face if she got got

tommy: clearly its a surprised face

maybe its not her

its like those cut out magazine letters murderers use

y/n: who got me chick fil a!!!!!!!!!!

minho: me

newt: you literally did not

minho: shut up

y/n: newt it was u i see ur name on the receipt

newt: well

y/n: :(

newt: what why are you sad?

minho: im hungry too

y/n: u spent ur money :(

newt: you're hungry are you not?

minho: she's not but i am

y/n: yeah but..

i feel bad you shouldn't have

newt: just eat it or i'll be mad

minho: i think i want red lobster

newt: it's really no big deal y/n

y/n: thank you newt :(((((

newt: you're welcome

go eat and watch ur show or smth

minho: i owuld love to eat and watch a show rn <33 ohhhh im starving

newt: can you shut up

gally: im muting this gc if this means i have to deal with your guys' shit more than usual now.

minho: thank god

newt: good

tommy: good

y/n: good

the food is good too <3

newt: good.

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lmk if you want to be tagged!

[fierymiasma]

☆For Her Own Good ☆ Sebastian Sallow x Reader

⪩ pairing: Sebastian Sallow x fem!reader  ⪨

Summary: Sebastian would do whatever it takes to make sure his Hufflepuff will be his forever, even if that means doing the unforgivable.  Takes place in 7th year.

Part 2 is out!!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning(s): Dark!Sebastian, obsession, use of amortentia

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After knowing Sebastian Sallow for seven, very long, years, Ominis had come to learn certain rules.  If his bed was empty at night, then it meant that the Slytherin was up to his usual midnight mischief.  If the new transfer student batted her eyelashes, the Sebastian would be wrapped around her wand….

…And if Ominis' life was a bit too quiet, then Sebastian Sallow was certainly up to no good.

Now ordinarily, what Sebastian did or did not get into was none of Ominis' concern. Goodness knows, he wiped his hands clean after the events that handed at the end of their 5th year.  But old habits were hard to kill, and Ominis couldn't get rid of the nagging worry in his head that his best friend was, once again, up to no good.

Embarking on an unfortunately too familiar routine, he scoured the castle for where his fellow classmate could have wandered off to.  He wasn't in his usual haunts.  Sebastian's bed, unkempt and unmade as usual, was empty. His usual station at Crossed Wands was cold.  And (perhaps most surprisingly) the 5th year transfer did not know where Sebastian had gotten himself into.  With a heavy sigh, Ominis sung open the heavy iron gates of the Undercroft.

To his surprise, his nose was assaulted with the heavy chemical odors of potion making.  He could heard the crackling burner under the cauldron and the grinding of mortar and petter.

"Sebastian Sallow, brewing potions?  Do my ears deceive me?"

"Ominis!"  Sebastian beamed, hastily pocketing something into his robes.  "Good to see you, I was about to say I could use a good hand." He grimaced as the grey brackish liquid bubbled an off-odor.  

Instantly, Ominis was on guard.  Unless Sebastian suddenly went mad and decided to actually focus on the upcoming NEWTS, he was certain that Sebastian was up to no good.

Quickly he waved his wand over the ingredients strewn across the table.

"Lavender, Valerian sprig…..nettle, standard…and" Ominis grimaced wiping his hand on his robes, "and flobberworm mucus. What on earth are you-Sebastian! Are you making a sleeping draught? What in Merlin's name do you intend to use it for?"

Sebastian laughed good-naturedly as he added the crushed ingredients from the mortar to the cauldron with his wand, "Perceptive as always Ominis.  Our very dear partner-in-crime has been having some trouble sleeping.  It's no wonder with half of the bloody Valley and all of Hogwarts constantly using her like a House elf."  His expression darkened, and his wand stilled for a moment before resuming.  "It's a shame she's too Hufflepuff to turn down their stupid requests.  Hardly has any time to herself, much less time for me.  Between all those silly errands those moon-minds have her running and her nightmares, she's having trouble sleeping." Sebastian's hand clenched on his wand and he muttered darkly,   "For once, I'm going to help her out a bit.  Let her relax a little."

Ominis shifted uncomfortably, "And why is it, can she not simply go to the Hospital Ward and request a Sleeping draught to help her sleep at night?"

Sebastian was glad that his best friend couldn't see his scowl. "For being the most powerful witch in all of Hogwarts, sometimes she doesn't know what's good for her. She's going to run herself ragged and end up passing out in some Acromantula cave.  This is going to encourage her to sleep a little, for her own good."

"Are you talking about drugging her Pumpkin juice?  Merlin's beard, Sebastian, if you're so worried about her, why don't you just tell her how you feel?"

He frowned.  "Why do you have to phrase it like that?  You and Anna, always making me out to be some great evil.  I'm helping our friend feel better.  All I’m doing is just taking care of her."  Sebastian paused, clenching his jaw.  "Besides ever since…certain events, she's been avoiding me."

Sebastian wasn't daft.  His little Hufflepuff, the one who used to look at him with wide shiny eyes like he was the moon and she was the Mooncalf, the one who's cheeks always glowed red in his presence, had grown distant and cold.  Oh she could claim otherwise, she could make excuse after excuse. There was always some magical creature in need, some godforsaken Merlin Trial needed to be solved. But he knew her. His dark eyes saw how she would no longer meet his intense gaze.  Lately, she always looked away, body twisting away from him almost begging to be anywhere but with him.  Her laugh wasn't as free, and her smile, the one that she saved only for Sebastain, only for him, started carrying this rather pinched quality.  

Ever since the unfortunate…end of his uncle, he could practically feel her slipping away.  It took all of his coaxing, his begging, his pleading, his lies, for him to calm her nerves.  To assuage her worries, to kiss and melt away the fears that were brewing in her heart.

And it worked.  For a while, she was his.  His shy doe would tentatively dip her hands into his, allowing him to trail burning kisses on the insides of her wrist.  Her breath would hitch as he nibbled her red ears, whispering scandalous promises of what would happen if she were to give in to his desires. His arms would wrap around her trembling frame, a protective, warm yet iron embrace begging her to stay.  His sweet nothings worked…for a bit.

It happened when Sebastian was starting to forget himself, to loosen his grip on her.  It was the most recent goblin's camp.  He was too reckless. His wand was too relaxed.  He was too charmed by her effortlessly use of ancient magic in combat. He was starting to mix up his promises to Ominis, to Anne, and to her.

"Crucio!"  

He never forgot her horrified face when Sebastian had broken yet another one of his many promises to her.  He had sworn to never use another Unforgivable curse.  To never flirt with the Dark Arts again.  To never give her another reason to fear him.

He grimaced stirring the cauldron again with his wand.  What's done, is done.  

Ominis floundered.  His Sebastian, the Sebastian that he met 7 years ago would have never been talking like this.

"Do you really think she's that stupid to drink some spiked Butterbeer?  Merlin's beard, Sebastian, this is 5th year all over again!  You've gone too far!  I'm going to tell her."  

Sebastian's heart leapt, fingernails digging into his wand handle.  He cooled himself down quickly, smoothing his robes,  "Calm down, troll-for-brains.  I'm just making a sleeping draught.  If she wants to take it, she can.  If she doesn't, it's no concern of mine.  She's a grown witch.  I'm just trying to do my best to support my only remaining friend at Hogwarts."

Ominis squirmed, now a bit ashamed.  "I'm sorry.  I-I didn't mean to accuse you of doing such awful things.  I…I guess just after everything that happened, I'm a bit on edge is all."  

The other boy shrugged, turning away from his maybe friend maybe now acquittance.  "It's understandable…I guess.  You should know, I would never do anything to harm her.  I take care of what's mine."

Ominis shivered, uncomfortable hearing the possessive dark tone that his once best friend had been using recently.  He was reminded of the concerning way his new Hufflepuff friend was so spellbound to Sebastian.  So loyal to him, that she would ignore all the warning signs and follow him down the dark arts.  Play victim to Sebastian's most darkest and perverse thoughts.  "Yes…well.  Sleeping draughts are easy.  Even a 1st year Gryffindor could make it in their sleep.  Now that I know you're not up to any trouble, I'll be heading out." He turned, robes swishing behind him as he made a hasty retreat from the awkward situation.

Sebastian dawdled a bit, waiting for the telltale sound of the iron gates shuttering close, telling him he was now and truly alone.  He breathed a sigh of relief, taking out the pouch of pearl dust he swiftly hid from Ominis' prying eyes.  With a flick of his wrist he added the final ingredient to his potion.   Characteristic spiraling steam burst from his cauldron the once gray liquid taking a new mother-of-pearl sheen.  Sebastian breathed deeply, trying to identify the new seductive scents emitting from his potion.  A familiar warm perfume, her favorite apple tarts, and something flowery that reminded him of her pillows in the newly renovated Room of Requirements. He grinned ladling some of the concoction into a small easily concealable vial, pocketing the solution into a hidden compartment of his sleeve.

It was a shame, it had to come down to this. Amortentia was a NEWTS level potion, notoriously difficult to make.  Perhaps, the feelings from the amortentia Sebastian had created for her could rival a small fraction of Sebastian's obsession.  If she didn't love Sebastian anymore, he'll make her love him.  She was his, and Sebastian was hers.  Nothing, would get in his way.  Nothing.

[thewolffairytaler]

The little sheep and the bear cub - part 11 | Thomas Hewitt x female reader

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Summary: Four years has passed since the little sheep had decided to flee from Newt in Travis County. With her extremely limited driving skills, she managed to settle down in Louisiana. It was tough at first, but she managed to get herself a new job at a corporate company and a small but comfortable apartment. Yet even after all these years, she can't help but still feel depressed over her life.

Warning: Suggestions over deep thinking about suicide.

A vibrant group of boys gathered around a makeshift circle created in the sand at the kindergarten playground, their laughing resonating like music as the sun shone through the trees. As they alternated aiming for the valuable marbles spread out in front of them, their hands clutched colourful marbles, their eyes glimmering with joy and a hint of wickedness. A plethora of jokes and light-hearted conversation interrupted each tug at the string of competition, creating an electrifying environment. Today, instead of using their pocket money to buy loose sweets, they were playing for something special: a jar full of luminous marbles that they had all pooled together. The temptation of ownership and a mystical light in the dark were promised by the marbles.

In order to maintain equality among the group, they came to a sweet agreement: the winner would always use the prized marbles in their circle, sharing the happiness they brought instead of keeping them for himself. Their sense of solidarity and mutual respect were emphasised by the excellent compromise. After looking down too much to see how one of the lads was attempting to smash several marbles at once from various angles, the boy holding the jar was pushing up his glasses as they gathered.

A ginger boy stood in the middle of this enthusiasm bubble, his brown eyes glimmering with resolve as he readied himself to fire his shot. Hugo, his devoted buddy, drew close to him, his face solemn. "Wait up," he commanded. "Isaiah wins if you miss." A boy with dark brown hair and sharp blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief, Isaiah towered above the others. He was well-known for being an expert at marbles and frequently cleaned up the games, letting everyone know that if he got more than four marbles, the day was his. The tension in the room increased as Hugo watched the ginger boy's fingers hover over the stone; the excitement of the game was evident. Knowing that this one toss would determine the fate of the marbles and their pride, the other guys held their breath, engrossed in the moment.

As the ginger boy in the middle of the activity was clearly nervous as he got ready for his turn. He concentrated hard on the marbles in front of him, but when he eventually flicked his finger, just one of them pushed out of the circle, which was a long cry from the performance he had in mind. As he stood on the sidelines, Isaiah couldn't contain his relief, which was a mixture of real laughing and sympathy for his friend's plight. The other boys' reactions to the situation varied. Some people's faces softened as they acknowledged the worry that had probably affected the blond boy's flow, and they felt a tinge of sympathy for him. Others, however, compared the ginger boy's turn to their own experiences and exchanged knowing looks and silent assessments.

Tanner said, laughing, "Well, at least you didn't miss!" Which caused some people to laugh. His tone, however, was tinged with that equivocal blend of encouragement and light-hearted taunting, recognising the ginger boy's attempt while also emphasising the failure. The ginger sighed, a hint of frustration crossing his face as he responded, “I was too nervous! It totally messed up my flick.” The nervousness of trying to impress his friends had taken its toll, and the playground turned into a mix of encouragement and light-hearted jabs. His honesty softened the mockery, reminding the group that the spirit of the game was not solely about winning but also about having fun. Even though the rules state that once you kick out a marble, it is yours. The boys dosen’t take those marbles for themselves, mainly because they don't want to explain to their parents that they lost all of their marbles to their friends, but also because the idea that the kindergarden as well as the parents would ban them for ever playing it again.

A Hispanic boy with an enthusiastic smile, passionately reminding Isaiah, “It’s your turn now!” The curly-haired boy nodded, his playful demeanour shifting to intense concentration as he crouched down in the sandbox. Focusing intently on the arrangement of the marbles, he meticulously steadied his shooter, analysing the angles with a calculated gaze. He flicked his wrist to move the marbles over the sand, causing them to collide and spin in a rainbow of hues. The lads looked in wonder as he let go of his shot, sending a rush through the air. Seven marbles fell out to their joy, the gratifying clinks sounding like triumphal bells. When Isaiah realised he had won the game, the circle erupted in applause and gasps of surprise. His glasses-wearing companion complimented him on his abilities and triumph as he reached out to hand him the jar of glow-in-the-dark marbles with delight.

They were poised to embark on another round of marbles. With wide grins plastered on their faces, they beckoned Isaiah closer, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. “You can use the glowing ones this time!” they urged their voices a chorus of enthusiasm as they imagined the mesmerising spectacle of the marbles dancing in the twilight. Just as Isaiah reached for the jar, eager fingers inches away from gripping the treasure within, their plans were abruptly halted. A kind and patient kindergarten teacher approached, her smile slightly tinged with urgency. “Isaiah, your mother is here to pick you up,” she announced, the weight of her words sinking in like a stone. The jovial atmosphere shifted, heavy disappointment hovering in the air as the boys exchanged glances that mingled frustration with understanding. They couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of losing another chance to enjoy their luminous game, but in true camaraderie, they quickly rallied. “We can play with those marbles again tomorrow!” one boy exclaimed, and the group nodded in unison, bonding over the promise of another game.

As the kindergarten teacher gently guided Isaiah back toward the school building, he felt a bittersweet twist in his stomach. Behind them, the laughter of his friends echoed dimly, their hopeful plans blending into the fading light. Returning to the hallway, anticipation turned into warmth as he noticed his mother patiently waiting, with Isaiah’s school supplies neatly packed in his bag. The three-year-old boy with his little legs sprung into action, carrying him joyfully in her direction. As he put his tiny arms around her waist and experienced the love and security that only a mother could offer, his heart raced with anticipation. He held the jar of colourful marbles in his other hand, their smooth surfaces gleaming in the sunlight.

As she knelt down to meet her son’s eager gaze, (Y/n) couldn't help but notice the jar. Curiosity filled her eyes as she asked where he had gotten the marbles. Isaiah, with a mischievous glimmer in his eye, signed to her that he had won them. This proclamation left his teacher standing nearby in a state of confusion, her brow furrowing as she tried to decipher the meaning behind his words. But Isaiah, with the innocence that only a child possesses, expertly sidestepped the teacher's inquiry, his attention already shifting to the next adventure. He tugged at his mother’s hand, urging her to leave. His mother said goodbye to the teacher with a smile and a comforting voice, but Isaiah didn't have time to linger. In a small gesture full of youthful enthusiasm, he waved heartily at the woman. For him, the simple pleasure of being with his mother was more important than the queries of marbles or his teacher's inquisitive stare. Isaiah believed that the only thing that really mattered was to be with the ones he loved.

A little wind rustled the leaves above them as they walked the meandering road, providing a calm setting for their return trip. The vivid greens of the surrounding forests were illuminated by the golden glow of the warm Louisiana sun. But even in this beautiful environment, the tiny child couldn't help but notice the strange quiet that pervaded their stroll. Normally lively and talkative, his mother was silent, her mind obviously lost in some far-off concern. He had come to identify these times; she referred to them as her "bad days," but he was never quite sure why they happened.

The youngster snuck looks at his mother with every step, examining her furrowed brows and the way her eyes seem to be focused on something far away, as though she was looking for answers in the distance. Since they were in their own little universe, surrounded by the scent of blossoming jasmine and the sound of cicadas lulling the day, he wished he could reach out and draw her back into the warmth of their shared moment. His voice was quiet, yet there were many unanswered questions in his heart. Could he make her laugh or bring her back to a discussion about his favourite things, such as the funny antics of the school pets or the odd forms of the clouds above? When they arrived back in their hometown, his mother told him that they needed to go and buy some groceries first. Reminding him that they didn't have much food in the fridge at the moment.

As (Y/n) walked through the familiar aisles of the local grocery store, a sense of nostalgia washed over her. The brightly colored boxes and bustling atmosphere reminded her of simpler times, but there was a solemn undertone that tugged at her heart. With Isaiah by her side, she grabbed items from the shelves, her mind racing through the list of essentials. She felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on her, especially knowing that the pantry was nearly bare. Yet, amidst the hum of conversation and the beeping of registers, a gentle warmth emerged from her son’s presence.

Isaiah watched her intently as they moved from aisle to aisle. Suddenly, his small hand tugged at her sleeve, and he turned to face her, a hopeful expression blossoming on his face. In a world where words often failed him, he made a simple gesture, mimicking the act of stirring a bowl—a sign that lit a spark of joy in (Y/n)'s heart. He wanted to bake cookies together, a cherished tradition that often transformed their home into a haven of warmth and sweetness. It was his way of reaching out, hoping to lift her spirits, knowing full well the shadows that had been creeping into their lives.

(Y/n) smiled at Isaiah, feeling the heaviness in her chest begin to lift at his request. Baking cookies would not only bring a sense of normalcy but also create an opportunity for cherished memories and laughter to echo through their home once more. "Of course, sweetheart," she replied, her voice soft but filled with encouragement. "Let’s pick up some chocolate chips and sprinkles so we can make it special." Together, they continued their shopping, each item selected bearing the promise of a joyful evening ahead, a step towards healing, and a reminder that even in the tough days, love and connection could lead them back to brighter moments.

The crisp fall afternoon air blended with the familiar aroma of fresh produce as Y/n and Isaiah made their way back to their flat. They had a brown paper bag full of colourful fruits in one hand and two plastic bags full of vegetables hanging from the other. The warm glow of their comfortable home welcomed them back as the flat door creaked open, and they entered. Y/n smiled and said, "I'll take the carrots if you grab the apples," as they started their daily grocery-packing routine. The repetitive unpacking was oddly reassuring because it was usual.

Ripe tomatoes lined up in a bowl on the counter, crisp lettuce tucked in the vegetable drawer—everything had its proper place in the kitchen. They talked and exchanged brief anecdotes about their week despite the day's tasks. Y/n watched with satisfaction as her kid neatly stacked the Tupperware on the shelf where it belonged, holding the lid just a bit too high for his small frame. At that moment, she had a thought and turned on the television, hoping to find anything positive in the nightly news amid the regular stories of mayhem. But when the screen came to life, she stopped in the middle of her movement when she heard an unsettling announcement. She was quickly drawn in by the news anchor's urgent yet curious tone of voice. Her earlier task of putting groceries away was suddenly forgotten as Y/n's heart raced. Her mind was buzzing with questions as she watched affar from the screen. Her son, noticing that she was preoccupied, followed her gaze, his young eyes full of wonder, and they both turned to the TV to find out what had captivated their attention so thoroughly.

The news shifted to a lost footage of a crime scene, where a sheriff was exploring a house with a camera man whilst holding a mic.

"This is August 20th, 1973. The location is at the Hewitt residence. We're going to move to the actual furnace room, watch yourself, look out." The black and white footage shows how they were walking down some stairs. The bottom of the basement was flooded with water. Possibly from the rain. "Ugh... ah man, ahh. Look out, you got it? Alright, this is the actual furnace room, going into. Where they... expected to portray... got a bit of a jump there. Come on back here, follow me."

The camera zoom could be heard by a clicking noise, the sheriff continued on talking, until something made him scream in fear and try to run away. The camera couldn't catch what it was, but it did catch the sheriff's body falling to the ground, as the cameraman struggled to escape from a much more intimidating figure. It was quite difficult to tell due to the camera shaking so much, but you could see it was a man with some kind of mask on. The footage then immediately shifted to a funeral, where the news reporter narrated everything.

"The crime scene was not properly secured by Travis County police. Two investigating officers were fatally wounded that day." The footage went back to the mysterious man, except this time it was slowed down to a picture status. "This is the only known image of Thomas Hewitt, the man they call Leatherface. The case today still remains unsolved."

The room fell silent as the television flickered off, the sudden absence of noise amplifying the tension in the air. (Y/n)’s hand trembled as she placed the remote onto the coffee table, each movement deliberate yet heavy with an unspoken weight. Her face remained a canvas of stillness, a blank expression that offered no insight into the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. It was a quiet kind of devastation, as if the images and sounds that had just filled the space had been too much to bear, too vivid to process. With a deep, shuddering breath, she brought her palms to her face, a gesture that spoke volumes; it was a moment of surrender, a fragile attempt to shield herself from the world outside her apartment. Each trembling finger pressed against her skin as if to hold back the tide of emotions threatening to break free. In that stillness, there was a profound sense of loss, the kind that lingers long after the last scene fades from the screen.

Isaiah sensing the sudden chill in the atmosphere, approached with cautious curiosity. He tilted his head, his small features knitted in concern for the woman who always wrapped him in warmth and laughter. “Mama?” He mouthed, his soft voice that only could let out noises. Reached out, his tiny hand brushing against her arm, seeking a connection that had suddenly felt tenuous. In the depths of her stoicism, he could see fragments of worry, a fog that he instinctively knew was not his to bear, but it tugged at his little heart nonetheless. His innocent concern flowed from his eyes as he stood there, a beacon of love and worry, hoping to draw her back from wherever she had drifted during that silent moment.

Feeling her silent cub nearby, the woman put her hands down as her sight was staring directly into the face that might as well have belonged to the patriarch when he was younger. Her left palm went up to caress the boy's cheek after trying to find something that didn't exist with her boy, no trace of whatever worried her every single day since the day he was concieved. As she then scooped him into her arms, and made him sit on her lap as she hugged him tenderly. Having him sit there in silence for a while before she pulled away and asked Isaiah; "Do you want to do those cookies now?" Her soft questioning tone and caring tone immediately calmed his anxieties. Knowing that these times spent together were significant to them both, he nodded, a gentle smile piercing his worry.

She carefully put him down as she took hold of his little hand to guide him back to the kitchen again.

"Okay, let's go and bake then." Gathering the ingredients and beginning to mix them together. (Y/n) guided Isaiah through the process, letting him help with the smaller tasks. As the scent of cookie dough fills the house, (Y/n) and Isaiah share a smile, the tension from earlier having dissipated. Making them was a process of extreme silence unless there was a need for necessary speaking. When they were done making the cookies, (Y/n) put them in the oven and made sure to put the kitchen timer on. And to make sure that the time went by quickly for the both of them, they decided to play some uno together, a new game that came around two years ago.

When the timer eventually goes off, signalling that the cookies are done, (Y/n) removed the tray from the oven and carefully transferred the cookies onto a cooling rack. Isaiah is beaming with pride as he watches the results of the teamwork.

"Now comes the fun part," (Y/n) told him, pulling out various containers of icing and sprinkles. Isaiah eagerly picks up a small icing bag, and (Y/n) helps him fill it. "You can try spreading the icing first, junior." She encouraged him, watching as he concentrated on the task at hand. He does a decent job, and she's pleased to see his growing sense of independence. (Y/n) helped him by adding the sprinkles and decorations, creating beautiful and colourful masterpieces together.

As they both sit down to enjoy the sweets of their labour, (Y/n) takes a moment to appreciate the bonding experience they've shared. Isaiah seems to have completely forgotten her earlier sadness, and that's all that mattered to (Y/n) at that time. As she looked into his now-happy eyes, (Y/n) vows to find more ways to connect with him and create special moments that make his neediness feel less like a burden and more like the loving attachment between a mother and her son.

The rest of the day went by doing multiple things, teaching further with Isaiah’s ability to read (putting her fingers gently on his throat to see him pronounce it correctly). Making sure to do her own paperwork at the corporate company she worked for, letting Isaiah watch some cartoons and ending the day by putting Isaiah to sleep. Y/n had returned to the couch in the living room as she quietly stared off into space, not making a single sound as her mind and eyes just looked like they were missing something. As if the shooting stars in her eyes were darker than normal, as if the stars turned into black holes instead.

As she looked down to the coffee table, she noticed the leftover papers she had put down for Isaiah to draw. He had left his drawing of their apartment, and she was prominently featured in the picture. In the drawing, her arms were wide open, ready to scoop him up in a big, warm hug. It was like one of those family drawings children sometimes do. Even though his drawing was sweet, that's not the one she was focusing on at the moment. Her main priority was to write her mind down, like the way she dies with her journal. She could go and get it. It was in her room after all, but it felt right writing it on a piece of paper. She hesitated at first, not knowing how to say it in words, but eventually figured it out how she wanted it to turn out.

22nd/08/1973

Did you know, junior, that Isaiah means salvation of the lord? I named you that because I wanted God to always help you, even when I'm not here. God had never blessed me with anything, well, until I had you. I think you are my proper blessing, I did have anathor blessing before you, but it wasn't permanent. I thought it was going to be, or actually, I prayed for it to be. However, because of life's circumstances, it never did get further than me having you.

I have regretted a lot of things in life because I have done a lot of stupid things, but I've never once regretted having you. Even in the most toughest situations, I was happy to have you around. Your mama never was a social butterfly, and those I talked to were few. It's kinda sad to think about it, but that's how it has always been. Same thing about me being sad at times, I used to be sad all the time, actually. But over the years, it has gotten a bit better.

I won't lie to you, Junior, I'm tired. I've been tired for a while now, I've been thinking a lot these days and... I don't know if I can keep this up any longer. But a part of me is too afraid to suddenly stop. If I do stop, who's going to take care of you? Who's going to make sure my baby doesn't end up getting hurt? I don't trust anybody besides your godmother enough to leave you. And even then, the guilt over not staying for your sake just makes my heart feel heavier by the second. I don't want to leave you, trust me, sweetie, I really don't. I love you so much to ever think about it, but I'm hurting so much, and I don't know how to stop it. If I do end up disapearing one day, please, promise me two things.

I don't want you ever to go looking for your papa, he's... he's not a good man. Not anymore. He and his family will only bring you trouble, and I don't want that for you. I only want you to live a long and happy life. That's what Mama wants for you. The second thing I want you to promise me is as simple as pie, but it means so much to me. No matter what happens, keep that pure heart of yours, alright? My junior, please be good.

Xoxo - Mama (Y/n)

A couple of tears slipped out of (Y/n) eyelids as they landed on the coffee table and a bit on the paper. She made sure to fold it as she went towards her room to hide it in her journal that was in her book case, saving it there if something did occur to her. She then moved back to the hallway, having only one goal left tonight.

Y/n silently pushed the door open, the moonlight softly poured through the drapes, illuminating the room with a lovely radiance. Looking at her son, sleeping soundly on his large bed with the blankets a little loose, made her heart fill with love. She smiled tenderly as she walked carefully on the soft carpet, being cautious not to make any noise that would wake his sound sleep.

His rapid growth was brought home to her with every stride, and she felt a rush of nostalgia for the time when he was still a small baby curled up in her arms. She crouched down as she got closer to the bedside, giving herself a chance to appreciate the calm way he breathed, his tiny chest rising and falling in a steady cadence. She was drawn in by the purity of his dreams and was overcome with a want to be near him, to surround him with love and support.

With the utmost care, she crawled under the covers beside him, wrapped her arms around his small body. As though time had stopped, she embraced him, savouring the simplicity of the moment. As they lay there together, she heard his smooth breathing, each soft sigh serving as a reminder of their shared connection. For those few priceless minutes, the world outside vanished and they were alone in a cocoon of unwavering love. Knowing that she could keep him warm and comfortable in this peaceful place till the break of morning brought her a sense of calm that only a mother could comprehend.

Author's note: I'm not crying. You're crying! This is the final part of this series. Perhaps this wasn't the ending you wanted. But it's one where I felt that I wanted to see something different happen. So many Thomas Hewitt fanfics out there end up with you being with Thomas, and all though that's what we want. They aren't actually fulfilling in a way where everything is good, because at the end of the day, you're stuck with a cannibalistic family who are constantly in danger and are toxic as hell itself. And it dosen’t help that I wrote little sheep as a traumatised individual. I have plans to possibly do a spin-off series where Isaiah is the protagonist and will eventually meet the Hewitt family, but I don’t know if I should do it or not. If this series does end up getting well received and you like this idea. Maybe I'll make it become reality, but I'm not promising anything.

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Pairing:Newt x female reader

Summary:After spending all day with Newt you say something that proves you may return his feelings.

Y/N was always full of energy, and today was no different. Her bubbly personality made it impossible not to smile. There's just something about her that makes you feel better.

"Good morning Newt. Did you sleep well?"She asked, sitting a few feet away from me.

"I did, but what are you out doing here? It's your day off,"I reminded her.

"It is, but I wanted to see if you'd like a hand,"She shrugged.

As kind as that was it kind of worried me.

"Are you sure? A little rest never killed anyone,"I pointed out.

"Neither did a little bit of help. Besides, I like spending time with you. Now, what can I do?"She repeated.

I debated whether I should say nothing or actually let her help. Then again if I said no she'd just go find someone else who needed something. Plus, it wasn't like I'd ever pass up an opportunity to spend time with her.

"Could you help with the grapes?"I asked.

"You got it Newt."

♡ - - - ♡

We had spent the day side by side. By dinner my face was sore from smiling so much.

Even though that was great I could tell she was worn out. I also knew she wasn't going to admit it. She was just stubborn like that.

"It looks we had another great day,"She remarked. She was an optimist at heart so she said this almost everyday. Sometimes, I'm convinced she only does it so everyone else is in a good mood. Whatever the reason was it made the Glade seem just a little bit brighter.

"Yeah,"I agreed, taking a bite of my meal. However, she looked ten seconds away from passing out.

"Are you okay?"I asked. She gave me a thumbs up and leaned back.

We sat in silence for a little bit until she almost incoherently mumbled my name.

"Yes love?"I asked. She didn't say anything else, and I turned to see she was dead asleep. To be more specific she was dead asleep while mumbling my name.

"Aww. Aren't you two adorable?"Minho commented, knowing how I felt about her. I ignored the red creeping up my neck. "When you get the courage to tell her,"He added.

I was definitely still working on it, but this made it just a little bit easier.

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Hi! Could I request something with adult Newt Scamander? Like, maybe having a cute moment while doing some gardening with him? That's so cottagecore hufflepuff newt Scamander fluff

Fem or gender neutral reader if you decide to do it 😅 thank you!!

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Yes. Yes. Yes.

This is very cute! I love the concept. I think I may have to throw some angst in there. Imagine the reader and Newt are still in that pining phase, and feelings are revealed along the way.

I've started concocting a lil sm sm and am putting a lil snippet of progress below! So, stay tuned :)

Words: 0.6K, Pairing: Newt Scamander x gn!reader (ravenclaw)

You had a green thumb. You were convinced of it by how your fingers traced the dew drops on your newly sprouted strawberries. They were small, not quite showing deep red hues, but they were there.  Excitement bubbled in your chest. Your inner Ravenclaw finally became content, finally proving to your old Herbology professor that you truly could excel in all subjects.  

The sun's warmth was just settling on the leaves of the small garden, creating a humid mist. It was far too early to knock on Newt’s case. The picture was already in your head—him startled, sleep marks mirroring the indents of the desk he laid his head on. Either that, or he was still awake, not quite ready to call it a night, or let alone realize the next day was already creeping up. 

That time already? He’d ask innocently, hoping it would ease the look you shot him. Yet, if it had to come down to it, he knew what could truly thaw your glare. Anything new in your garden? 

“Strawberries.” The voice that startled you was small, barely perceptible in the soft breeze.

“You’re up?” You brushed the dirt off your hands to busy yourself.  The only time Newt was up before you was when he was leaving. To hide your frown, you turned to your trowel to fiddle with. “Where are you off to this time?”

“Australia,” Newt commented. “Poachers have been taking Acromantuas there.”

Talking about his creatures, Newt naturally rambled. The spiders were taken from their homes under the guise of protection, only to be taken to Australian farms to be bred. You wondered how he followed and tracked all the peculiarities, but over the years, you learned it was pure instinct. 

Newt watched your gaze travel, thinking your interest in what he had to say was lost. Yet, he missed how your gaze covered your thoughts of how you would miss his company. His time away varied, and you’d grown accustomed to the chattering of creatures and an extra mouth to feed. 

“Have breakfast before you leave.” You decided for him, already pushing yourself from the ground to match his height. 

The kitchen table was small, meant for one person, as was the home itself. It was charming, cozy, and away from the noise of any city. The chairs pulled up at the table were mismatched and caused your knees to hit Newt’s with every shared meal habitually. 

You noted Newt’s comfortability off of it all, of your company. No longer did he blush and apologize with every knock on the knee, but instead, he leaned into it. Or so that’s how you wished to imagine it. 

“How long will you be gone?” The question felt caught at the back of your throat. Once relieved of its position, you sat up a bit straighter.

Newt’s eyes were on your crossed leg, which pulled away from his own. Subconscious or not, he offered you a questioning expression.

“You’ve never asked me that before…” The comment slipped out with pure curiosity, without realizing the repercussions of the blunt tone. “I-I mean, you…you just, I won’t be…” He paused with a nervous laugh before pushing out the rest, “...I won’t be gone long.”

You hummed in thought, your eyes cast down.“You may miss out on the strawberries, is all.”  

I’ll miss you, is what you meant to get across. You confessed the feeling in your chest to yourself, but you hadn’t attempted to share it. You planned to take it to the grave.

“I’m sure there will be plenty,” Newt encouraged knowingly. “Your garden has been growing beautifully.”

Although the one to offer the compliment, Newt was bashful. The compliments weren’t frequent, but their existence caused a welcomed ripple in your chest.

[obey-me-disaster]

Hello ! I love your nsfw alphabet series, and I was wondering if you could do it for Solomon ?

Sorry for the long wait, shit happened but I am finally back into writing ^-^

Warning:NSFW

Solomon x gn!MC

A=After care

He uses magic to get the two of you cleaned in the split of a second, that way you two could spend more time cuddling and relaxing with one another. He may still prepare a bubble bath despite being clean just for the sake of relaxing in it with you.

B=Body part

On him he likes where the pact marks cover him, so most of his body. He thinks it makes him look cool, especially with the way all the marks connect.

On you he likes your hands the most. He loves to observe the way they move when you cast spells and can never get enough of the way they feel on his body.

C=Cum

Have you seen this man's cooking? The things he eats? You're lucky his cum is quite watery so you don't have to taste for too long cause it tastes horrible.

He likes cumming on your face for no reason other than he thinks you look pretty with his cum on you.

For him, he likes

D=Dirty secret

Since he has heard about the golden newt syrup from Asmo he has made an aphrodisiac that works in similar ways but for humans. He forgot about it for a long time until you mention the incident again, then he started to think about you using it on him or him using it on you. He is still not sure how to bring it up.

E=Experience

If he is anything like his counterpart from the bible then he has a ton of experience. He had 700 wives and 300 concubines. Even if he doesn't share the same back story in the game, he has centuries, maybe thousands of years on earth and wasn't held back by any angelic mindsets or duties. He is also in a pact with Asmodeus so there's that.

F=Favourite position

Any and all positions that give him a lot of skin to skin contact. He wants to be as close to you as he can during the moment and craves any and all intimacy he can get in the moment. Position that allows him to kiss you easier are also on the top of his list.

G=Goofy

He isn't all too serious during the moment but he isn't going to crack jokes either besides his usual teasing. He wants to enjoy the moment with you, and if that means laughing and teasing then he is more than glad to do so.

H=Hair

He tries to keep himself well groomed but sometimes gets so caught up in his magic research that he forgets to at least trim himself. He at always tries to make an effort to take better care of himself when he knows the two of you will be intimate.

I=Intimacy

He has been alive for a long time and after a while it became hard to open his heart to other humans knowing they will die soon. Until you came along, and because of that he tries to be as romantic as possible. He isn't romantic with one night stands but you are his partner so that changes things.

J=Jack off

It depends on how stressed he is. He sometimes goes weeks without touching himself at all and other times he jacks off daily. Once he truly falls for you he starts to do it every few days.

K=Kink

Does magic count as a kink? He likes to use magic during to either enhance sensations, restrain you or himself and do anything else that comes in his mind and you're comfortable with. Magic tentacles

This goes hand in hand with magic thing, but he is fond of sensory deprivation and temperature play, he has quite a few spells prepared for those already.

He is also into edging you until you have to beg him to let you come. Once you start begging he can't really resist you but until that point he likes to have his fun.

Praise/body worship. He really loves you and he always praises you both outside of the bedroom and during intimate times. He would also love if you would do the same. He often feels like you're attention is only on the demon brothers and that you're out of reach for him, so for you to go out of your way to show him how much you're attracted to him means a lot.

L=Location

Literally anywhere with a bit of privacy. He can use a soundproof spell so no one could hear you and a spell that locks all doors/windows so no one walks in on you two fucking.

He still prefers his/your bedroom because it's more comfortable and can cuddle with you after both of you are done.

M=Motivation

You saying that you want him and choosing him over the demon brothers. Seeing you wanting him as much as he wants is the biggest motivation for him. It both gets his dick hard and his heart warm.

N=No

I feel like he wouldn't be really into pain when it comes to him, he doesn't strike me as too much of a masochist. He doesn't seem to be too much into any kinks that cause pain.

O=Oral

Prefers giving just for the fact that he can edge his partner as much as he wants to and you can't really complain because he is really good at it.

He likes receiving too but he tends to be quite squirmish the closer he is to his orgasm.

P=Pace

He prefers a more slow and sensual pace in order to tease you. He loves it when you try to set a faster pace but he holds you in pace to continue to torture you with his slow pace.

He would absolutely love it when you become frustrated enough to flip your position and take control of the situation and set whatever pace you want, be it fast and rough when you get impatient or slow to tease him back.

Q=Quickie

He loves them and the rush of adrenaline it gives him when you two do it in a place you shouldn't. You two could probably have quickies whenever you feel like it cause he could easily use a spell to make a room sound proof and locked.

R=Risk

This man loves experimenting so he is open to a lot of things when it comes to you. It doesn't matter that he has centuries of experience, he still finds new things that he likes. If you want to try your hand at sex magic then he will be more than happy to guide you.

S=Stamina

This man has shitty sleeping and eating habits and is caught up in his research more often than not. His stamina is shit, he is lucky he has magic to make him last longer than he normally would.

T=Toys

The only reason he has any toys is because of Asmodeus. He has magic, so toys aren't all that important to him but he can understand how they can be useful. If you want to get more of them he would gladly buy more.

U=Unfair

This man lives to tease you. He loves to do it either by words, touches and magic. If you would give him your consent he would use magic to rile you up during the day and see how you would react.

He would also love it if you would the same thing to him. He might or might not leave the spells necessary lying around for you to find them. Or even better, create new spells just to turn him and take him by surprise.

V=Volume

He is not really loud by default. Even if he would try, his voice is soft so his moans aren't really loud. If there would be someone outside of your bedroom they wouldn't be able to hear him. His moans are loud enough for you to hear tho.

W=Wild card

He would actually like a threesome with Asmodeus, maybe even one with Barbatos. It's already implied Asmo and Solomon fuck and there is a chat where Mammon comments about a hickey on Solomon. All you need is to express that you want Asmo to join and Solomon will summon him.

He would also quite enjoy a threesome with Satan, he just looks like he would

X=X-ray

Doesn't have the angel/demon dick like other characters for obvious reasons.

His dick is average size for human guys, around 6.4 inches and is on the thinner side and curves slightly upright.

Y=Yearning

Outside of relationships his sex drive is lower than the average for humans but when he gets attracted to someone his yearning is a bit above average for humans.

Z=Zzz

Unless he stays and cuddles with you he won't fall asleep. His sleep schedule is fucked, so during the night is more active. Being intimate with does manage to tire him out, but unless he stays in bed with you he will remain active.

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The Sea Witch P2

Media The Maze Runner Au X Mermaids

Character Newt (Merman)

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating SMUT AF

Concept Merman

Smut non-consentual / tenticles/ forced orgasm/ anal/ mouth fucking/ fingering/ full sex/ raw sex/ sensory deprivation/ kidnapped/ nipple play/ jizz/ slave/

Notes: As a point of anatomy as we are dealing with mermaids/ mermen, I did a lot of reasurch RIP my search history, but for the anatomy sake the mermen are designed in this world to be more like fish in the lower half with pelvis fins and both the penis and anus being on the front of their body.

I hope that helps <3

I don’t know exactly how long it had been since she left but time wasn’t exactly what I was keeping track of, these damn things had been slowly tightening on me causing my skin to go sore where I’d been fighting, all of them throbbed and pulsed around me which only made it feel worse, and the one in my mouth kept trying to go lower which at this point physically hurt enough to force tears, at this point I was tried, exhausted from futile attempts to escape. When I heard her voice “Hello Little prince” she chuckled “Cosy?” she asked as she came close and luckily the one in my mouth retracted and I gasped for breath 

“Let me go!”

“Why would I do that? Got half you’re kingdom out looking for you. And it’s ever so much fun to have you down here to play with” she smirked stroking her sharp nails down my chest 

“P-Play with?”

“I’m one with the marshes Newt, this controlled by me, felt by me, part of me” she cooed stroking the tendril that had been in my mouth “Now I have finished up my business for the day I thought we could have a little fun” she smirked gently running her finger across my pelvis fins enough to cause them to flutter 

“Fun! I think the two of us have a different definition of fun”

“Well we’ll find out” she smirked “But you’re my prisoner, little prince, I know you and your guards would have whatever fun you saw fit with me if I was your prisoner” she smirked snapping her fingers causing the tendrils to tighten around me most notably around my neck 

“What are you going to do to me?”

“We’re going to have fun” she smirked blowing a little kiss towards me the bubbles from her lips formed a heart but it even hit my stomach, for a moment I was confused before I noticed what her bewitching magic had done as it had forced me to get as hard as possible I tried to stop it but it was impossible my erection now stood as tall as it had ever been I tried to resist, I tried to make it go down but that only made it worse it honestly felt like it had swollen but felt so insanely desperate 

“You evil witch!” I yelled trying to resist and escape 

“My my, not too little, little prince” she cooed stroking her fingers up and down my shaft I did my best not to react to her but every touch, every rub, every mild sensation felt like waves of pleasure from her spell her meer touch leaving me a gasping mess my eyes fluttered shut biting my lip desperate to not revealed the pleasure it gave me "awww it's alright the dark sea dungeon is a place no one can hear you scream little prince" she Cooed her stroking turned to more intense rubbing leaving me to squirm desperately for escape "Not a soul across the ocean has to know how much you enjoy it" she whispered

"Give me the crystal and let me go"

"Ohh darling, we've established that's not going to happen" she smirked "perhaps I should leave you alone until you get a little more co operative" she smirked moving away from me perching herself on another bit of equipment in the dungeon I caught my breath a moment even if I was still hard and still ridiculously over sensitive but these tendrils only tightened as she plaid with her long nails 

"Y/n?" I asked a little worried what she was planning as her sly smirk had not disappeared and then I felt it. I glanced down and saw another tendril had formed from the writhing black mass and it was hovering closely to my erection "AHH! No! No! You stay the hell away from there!" I argued 

"You didn't argue so much about my hand" she cooed 

"Your hand is one thing-" I began constantly moving my hips trying desperately to keep it away but each grip  tightened 

"It's still me Newt" she Cooes "this way I just have a few more hands" 

"AHH! Y/n please!" I begged her 

"Humm this is going to be fun" she smirked as the tendril slowly coiled it's way around my erection just the feeling of it slithering around me was torture but overwhelemingly pleasurable from her evil smutty spell just the feeling of it throbbing around me was enough to force my screams

"Ahhhhhh! Uuuuuuuhhh uuhhhhhh ahhhhhhh! Please!" I begged her "Y/n please I'll do whatever you want just make it stop!"

"Awww but your ever so cute to watch" she giggled as the tendril began to move up and down coiling tight around my base and then uncoiling to the tip rubbed against my head which caused even more overwhelming lustful screams which only seemed to amuse her more Chuckling in that evil way "aren't you adorable, little prince. These are some very lovely sounds indeed but I think we need a little something more" she Cooed and the tendril sped up leaving me to scream and plead 

"Ahhhhhhhh uuhh uhhhh ahhhhhhh please! Please! please Y/n please! Let me go! Please before i- ahhhhhhh"

"Before you what little prince?" She smirked already knowing the answer but clearly waiting it out of me I didn't answer so it sped up more "awwww will our sweet guest make a mess of my dungeon?" She giggled coming over toying with my pelvis fins before the tendril pulled back and her hand took me instead "get used to pleading little prince you're going to be here a long time. Until your kingdom grants me what I want you are my little hostage, which we both know will take an awfully long time, so get yourself comfortable and enjoy yourself" she smirked squeezing my erection and moving her hand fast which was enough to send me over the edge screaming so loud my voice shredded my throat my whole body flooded with pleasure my seed sputtering into the water. I relaxed a little and tried to catch my breath but I found my erection was still hard and still as desperate as before. The tendril returned and took in all of my seed which only made her smirk grow "the dark marsh is hungry" 

"There, you got your fun. You got what you wanted now let me go!" 

"Awww were not even half way finished little prince" she smirked and as she said those words each of the tendrils around me coiled tighter now all the way up my arms half way up my tail wrapping twice Around my waist and my neck giving me no ability to move at all only being able to flap the end of my tail and it's fins, the tendril returned to replace her hand coiling around my stiff erection already rubbing again 

"Ahhh no please! Let me go!"

"Don't lie, we both know your enjoying it" she smirked kissing my cheek "aren't you Newt?"

"Y/n please… just let me go. We can have any fun you want just let me go!"

"Aww that's a very sweet offer but this is the fun I want" she smirked 

"Please! Let me go!" I whined 

"What's that?"

"Please let me go Y/n!"

"Hummm I heard let's continue"

"Nooo! Y/n please!" 

"Now should we make him quiet or should we listen for the next part" She cooed 

"What are you gonna do?" 

She smiled wickedly fully stroking one of my pelvis fins all the way down she ran her hand across the base of my stiff erection but that's not what she was going for she instead moved lower and stroked around my -

"AHHHH! No! You get away from there!" 

"Why? Is it too sensitive?"

"Well yes but I -" I began unable to speak from the pleasure I was getting

"Awwww our little prince hadn't had anyone touch him there before?" She cooed and I nodded "don't worry I'll be nice and gentle" she reassured as she slipped two fingers inside me which caused my screams to intensify as even just the feeling of he fingers was so insanely pleasurable I was so fearful as I'd never had any type of anal play but fuck it felt so good and my reaction only assumed her more 

"Y/n please - I'll be good, I'll do whatever you want, I'll give you your independence please just -"

"If you want me to stop simply say the word"

"Please - please -" I began but that word was caught behind my teeth no matter what I couldn't say it "what have you done to me!"

"Simply removed that word from your vocabulary little prince, we both know you don't really want to use it" she smirked moving her fingers fast and hard 

"Uuughhhh! Please please -" 

"Your so cute" she smiled pulling her fingers away and giving my lips a gentle kiss admittedly I melted into her kiss and we made out for a good few seconds until I felt it. Another tendril came and began to stroke around the entrance just as her fingers had 

"No please! I can't - I've never -"

"It's alright I'll be gentle"

"Y/n please! Noo noo stay out of there!" I demanded but she ignored me and the tendril slipped inside my ass it hurt of course as it forced its way inside I screamed and tried to resist but it was utterly impossible and as much as I didn't want to give her the satisfaction it was overwhelmingly pleasurable even if it forced tears from my eyes which she meerly kissed away as the tendril moved as deep as it could throbbing for a few seconds before moving almost completely out over and over driving me more into pleasure each time getting slightly deeper as my body gradually allowed it to go deeper inside me once it found the deepest possible speed then began to increase but in time with the one wrapped around my cock "uuuuuuuhhh uuughhhh uuuuuuuhhh! Y/n please! I can't take anymore!" I whined my eyes welling with overstimulated tears 

"Aww but we've only just started" she Cooes "I think you need a little time. Let's see how long it takes for this princely inhibition to disappear and my cute little prince becomes meerly a slave to his pleasure?" She chuckled, 

Two more tendrils they came and one wrapped tightly around my head blocking my eyes from any light leaving me blind to what was happening around me 

"Y/n please - I'll -" I began but the second jumped down my throat as it had before leaving me unable to move, see or speak completely and utterly at her mercy. And it was then everything sped up, and tightened around me which caused me to scream around the tendril as I hit my second wave of pleasure this far more intense then the first given everything else what was happening but they didn't stop for a second everything continued as of nothing happened leaving me to scream and beg for her mercy but it never came …

I lost all track of time utterly blank at how long I had been down here as her tormented prisoner my mind had lost most thoughts other than the overloading pleasure I felt, I was hers utterly and completely. Her plaything. I don't know how long is been here but the pleasure had never ever stopped for even a moment of respite, by now I was utterly addicted to it having gone through a whole arch of pain and resistance, to annoyance and acceptance, to excitement and joy to now being utterly at mer mercy, her slave addicted to her touch. She had utterly made me her slave. The only time there was a break in all this was when she would come down to the dungeon to visit me she'd give me little kisses all over my body, she'd play with my nipples and my pelvis fins to wind me up even more even times she had let a tendril moved away and used her hand to wrap around my cock which admittedly I lived for! Often moaning her name even with the tendril still deep in my mouth. I had already cum twice since I woke up this morning when I heard her sweet voice

"Good morning little prince" she cooed and the tendril moved back as it often did so I could speak to her even if I still couldn't see her 

"Morning Y/n" I gasped

"Have you had a nice day so far?"

"I've already cum twice"

"Aww good boy" she cooed stroking my shaft pulling the tendril away to meerly stroke me with her soft hand 

"Ummmmm! Uuhhhhhh Y/n!" 

"It's lovely to see how you've warmed up to this Newt" she smirked rubbing on my head with her thumb 

"Uhhh uhhh please Y/n! Please Y/n I'm gonna cum!"

" already? I must have left you too long" she smirked giving my cheek a kiss immediately I pucker my lips desperate for a kiss fighting with the tendrils to let me move closer to her "aww would my little prince like a kissy?" She asks and I nodded "words" she demanded squeezing me erection

"Uuhhhhhh! Yes! Yes please Y/n! Please kiss me"

"That's better" she smirked happily letting me kiss her, we kissed so passionately and lustfully as it was one of the few outs I had for my pleasure till she pulled back "tell me what you want little prince"

"Uuhhhh… I want you to make me cum Y/n, please I need you" 

"Well you have been a very good boy"

I bit my lip expecting her hand to pleasure me or even her mouth if I was very very lucky as she had only done that once or twice but I felt an even better sensation of my cock slipping inside her dripping pussy 

"Uuuughhhhh! Uuuuuuuhhh uuuughhhhh yes! Y/n! Y/n! Yeeesss! Uuuughhhhh!" Immediately I hit the orgasm I had been so desperate for filling her up as deep as I could

"Aww you really were desperate" she cooed "but we can have our fun still" she smirked as she began to move back and forth allowing me to fuck her I was already on another plane of pleasure and this just drove me insane I was an utter mess my mouth hung open moaning her name often spilling my seed inside her and she never even slowed all while her tendril still fucked my ass I hit another now my fourth orgasm inside her tears flooded down my face my voice almost broken 

"Uuuuuuuhhh uuughhhh uuhhhhhh! Y/n!" I moaned gasping in my exhaustion but I heard her scream and felt her tighten around me 

"Ahhhhhhhh Newt!" She squealed hitting her own and the moment she did the tendrils let me go leaving me completely to drop to the floor beyond exhausted and for the first time since I had been her my erection actually went down and softened back to normal for a good while I just laid on the floor with my mouth open trying to think straight and she came and laid with me nuzzling up with me "hi"

"Hi."

"Happy?"

"Ummm yes my lady" I smiled kissing her sweet lips 

"Good, now you can come upstairs and get some rest and we can discuss our deal"

"Our deal?"

"Well you want the crystal or not?"

"Crystal - oh yeah!" I nodded honestly I'd kind forgotten about all that 

"Then we have much to discuss, come on you can sleep in my bed" 

"I can?"

'of course, that way we can have little breaks in the political discussion" she smirked stroking her fingers down my chest 

"Break time before we start Y/n?" I hired shifting my hips and pushing her hand down towards my pelvis fins

"Aww you still excited?" She Cooes stroking the fins and biting her lip as she watched me start to get hard for her 

"Very much my lady" I whined kissing her neck 

"Alright, first one up to the tower has to go down on the other for an hour" she Cooes before she quickly swam off for a moment I sat shocked at those words but immediately got harder and swam off after her as quickly as I could.

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hey,

Could you please write a Grindelwald one-shot, where he comforts the reader (one of his followers), after her best friend, Newt, died? How would he react, not knowing beforehand how important he was to her?

Grindelwald X Reader: A port in the storm

Warnings: grief, manipulation (tiny bit), death, no use of y/n

Word count: 1,1 K

You had never been good at hiding your emotions, not even when the world around you seemed to demand it. Today, the weight in your chest felt unbearable, the hollow space inside you growing larger with each passing moment. Newt Scamander was gone. You hadn’t expected it — none of you had. But somehow, you had hoped that he would always be there, the eccentric, gentle soul who had been your closest friend for years. Now, there was only the silence of his absence, a silence that echoed too loudly in your heart.

You stood in the darkened corner of the room, still in shock, barely aware of the others moving around you. They were all preoccupied with their own tasks, their own goals, and none of them would understand what Newt had meant to you. But one person did.

Gellert Grindelwald.

You hadn’t noticed him approaching, but the soft click of his boots against the stone floor broke you from your reverie. He was standing beside you now, close enough that you could feel the subtle warmth of his presence, but not close enough to intrude.

"You're grieving." 

His voice was low, but with an edge that you couldn’t quite place.

You turned your head slowly, meeting his eyes. They were intense, a mixture of curiosity and something deeper — something far more complex than you could even begin to understand. You nodded, biting your lip to keep the tears at bay. The world had been a much brighter place when Newt was in it, and now it felt unbearably dark.

"I never thought it would happen." 

Your eyes glaze over as the image of Newt's body flashes into your mind. 

"He was always so... alive. So full of life. He shouldn’t have died. Not like this."

Grindelwald’s gaze softened, though his expression remained neutral. He studied you for a moment, his lips pressing into a thin line.

 "Grief is a cruel thing, isn’t it? The way it catches you off guard. The way it changes everything. The world continues spinning, and yet you feel as though it’s stopped completely."

You swallowed hard, fighting the lump in your throat. He had a way of speaking, of phrasing things, that made it almost impossible to remain unaffected. He didn’t offer hollow words of comfort. He didn’t claim to understand the depth of your pain. But there was something in his presence, something that calmed the storm inside you, even as it tore through your heart. You were silent for a long moment before you spoke again, your voice barely more than a whisper. 

"He was my best friend. He... he saved me more times than I can count. And now he's gone." 

Your eyes burned with the threat of more tears, but you fought them back, clenching your fists at your sides. Beneath the sadness there was also a sort of rage bubbling in your throat. 

"I didn’t know. I didn’t realize the extent of your bond with him. If I had, perhaps I would have..." 

He trailed off, though the words were unnecessary. You knew what he meant — that he would have protected Newt more fiercely, or perhaps even kept him farther away from the dangers he had been entangled in. But there was no turning back now.

"You didn’t know. No one knew. Not even him. I never told him how much he meant to me. How much his friendship meant. I just assumed... I just assumed he’d always be here."

Grindelwald was silent for a long time, his piercing gaze never leaving your face. Finally, he spoke again, this time with a quiet conviction. 

"You’ll carry the memory of him with you. The good parts. The moments of light. The kindness."

His words were simple, yet there was a quiet strength behind them. It was almost as if he was telling them to himself as well as to you. You nodded slowly, feeling the tears you had been holding back finally begin to fall. They slipped down your cheeks in silent streams, a flood you couldn’t stop. But Grindelwald didn’t flinch or turn away. Instead, he stood beside you, his presence grounding you in a way you didn’t quite understand.

Without a word, he reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a small, silver vial — a potion, you assumed. He held it out to you, his eyes meeting yours with that same intensity. 

"This will ease the pain. It will dull the sharpness of your grief for a time, at least."

You looked at the vial in his hand, then back to his face. For a moment, you considered the offer. But then you shook your head. 

"I don’t want to forget him. Not like that."

Grindelwald’s lips twitched at the corners, as if he had expected your refusal. 

"No, you shouldn’t forget him. Not completely. But sometimes, the burden of grief is too much to bear on your own. You don’t have to carry it in its entirety just yet."

You hesitated, but after a moment, you took the vial from his hand. The gesture was more than the potion itself. It was a sign that, in this moment, you weren’t alone — that, even in your most broken state, Grindelwald was offering you something more.

"Thank you," you said quietly, your voice thick with emotion.

Grindelwald’s gaze softened, just slightly.

 "You are loyal," 

He said it as though it were an observation more than a compliment. 

"You loved him deeply. And that is rare. But do not let his death consume you. He would not have wanted that."

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words settle into your heart. It didn’t make the pain go away, not completely. But it did make it feel a little less unbearable. A little less suffocating.

For the first time since Newt’s death, you found a small measure of peace.

Grindelwald stood there with you, silent and still, like the steady flame in the darkness. He may not have known how much Newt had meant to you, but in this moment, he understood more than anyone else ever could. He understood loss. He understood grief. He had experienced both and knew the toll they could take.  And perhaps, for all the darkness that he embraced, it was in these quiet moments — moments of shared, unspoken understanding — that you began to see the flicker of something more in him, something more human.

"You will be alright." 

He murmured the words, his tone a soft reassurance that you weren’t sure you completely believed — but for the first time in days, you felt as though you might just be able to, eventually. And maybe, in time, the weight of Newt’s absence wouldn’t feel so unbearable. Not with Grindelwald by your side, a steady presence in the storm.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Imagine a Reader who makes... plushies!

They hand-make them, have original patterns, and have a variety of fabrics and materials, ranging from puff balls to felt to velvetine to fluffy to smooth, whatever you can imagine! They even have some faux furs and faux feathers for the hyper-realistic models, in various natural shades. Any color or shade or hue, they have it in stock and ready to cut. Threads, they have over twenty colors. When it comes to eyes, do they have them! Buttons, realistic eyes with irises, little black rounds, iron-on and sew-on patches too!

When it comes to designs and creations, Reader is never out of ideas. They have several styles of bears, cats, dogs, wolves, bunnies, deer, sheep, llamas... Other creatures such as snakes, lizards, geckos, chameleons, and turtles... Frogs and salamanders and newts and tadpoles and axolotls... All sorts of fish and sea life, sharks and rays and salmon and starfish and octopi and jellyfish, plus qhales and orcas and seals, too... Even dinosaurs and dragons and unicorns and chimeras... And a special project, little plush versions of the X-Men and Brotherhood...

And Reader's powers even center on their hobby, their art! The ability to bring their creations to life and puppeteer them, even other people and creatures. With only a flick of their hand, their life/will fills them, and so does complete and utter loyalty. Reader could be a hero or a villain, but enjoys making whomever they consider a friend a little companion or pet, something to keep them company so they don't feel alone...

(Fun facts:

• Reader likes to wear sweaters

• Reader sleeps in a pile of plushies

• Reader can have little strings appear when they've brought something to life and/or controlling something/someone

• They can use sewing needles as weapons

• They have a bubbly, happy personality, but they had a dark/traumatizing childhood

• Some of their favorite foods are maple sausage, fried eggs, and sweet tea and lemonade

• They give their friends hugs, lots of them

(They are also gender-neutral, or the gender of the Reader, okay? Like all of my other posts)

[newtkive]

M.LIST. ✦　 𓈒 ❛ pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

summary: in which two online friends navigate a romance through a minecraft groupchat with their stupid friends

OR

newt, the quiet, stoic boy, and y/n, the bubbly girl both curse the world for keeping them apart, but at least they can send each other cute emojis and hope the other doesn’t notice their blossoming feelings.

→ warnings ! : crude language, sexual language, sexual situations (eventually), bad memes, mention of suic1de

☆ CHAPTERS !

➥ # . ch. 1 - the gc birth

➥ # . ch. 2 - drama queen core

➥ # . ch. 3 - infamous minecraft night

➥ # . ch. 4 - agoraphobia and burger king on 5th street

[vi0let-writes]

Hi!!

Please can I request a Newt x Reader fic where the Reader doesn't escape the maze in time before it closes, and everyone thinks she's dead but in the morning when the maze opens it turns out she lived🙏🙏yes I know this isn't very original I just want angst😭

Haiii! so sorry for how long this took, but here it is. gonna be a short one tho.

Newt x reader

warnings: Angst, mentions of blood and injuries.

Everyone was shouting, screaming at me as I ran toward the maze doors, with only an inch left before they closed. I couldn't hear anything though, anxiety bubbling in my stomach. The last thing I saw before those doors closed, was Newt's lifeless eyes, staring back into mine.

...

Newt couldn't believe it, everything was so loud, and then it went quiet. The sight of the doors closing right before you could make it back safe to him is probably going to forever be in his nightmares. All of a sudden, he felt his breathing go heavy, quick and ragged, tears he so desperately tried to keep in his eyes.

"Newt, I'm sorry..." Minho started to speak, but Newt was quick to bite.

"No! This is your fault!! You were supposed to keep track of her, make sure she came back safe. every. time." His anger breaks with his shallow breaths. Minho just looked at Newt, guilt flowing in his veins. "Sorr- sorry" he choked out in between quick sobbing breaths. "I'm going to bed," he said shortly. He wasn't really. No way he would be able to sleep till morning.

...

When morning came, Newt was at the doors, just in case, if there was even a sliver of hope. when the doors finally opened, he saw no sight of you. that is until he headed a groan. whipping his head around his eyes met your figure, you were holding your arm, blood seeping out of a cut on it. the second you looked up he was running in to go help you through the doors.

as soon as he had his arms around your body, you slumped into him, releasing all of your body weight into his, as he held you up, taking you to safety.

"Newt.." you tried to speak. "It was so... I was so scared.." you cried, he shushed you, running his hands through your hair.

"Shhh, I know, I know you're safe now. it's all okay. let's get you checked out." He rushed you past all of the surprised gladers, and to the med jacks.

After you were patched up, you spent the rest of the day in his arms, sleeping soundly, and safe.

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I hope this was okay! thank you so much for your request (:

[dead-cat-art]

Art block is back again, so that means template

Ships/pairs I Plan on using on this thing:

Blaze x Crusher

Watts x Nichole(oc)

Starla x Darington

Tea Knight Cookie x Almond Cookie

Latte Cookie x Neapolitian ice cream Cookie(oc

Royal margarine Cookie x Rye bread Cookie(oc)

Fuse x Jeff

Slick x Pogo

Newt x Bubbles

Jay x Maxxie(ocs)

Dr Rait x Miss Mindyly(ocs)

Jim x Northan(ocs)

I will Randomly choose a kissing and a Ship to go with it (or just request Idk)

Good day.