hello there! long time no see :) how have you all been?
i have started this blog when i was 17, and now i'm 21 – it's crazy, really! i have come such a long way, created so many other blogs dedicated to my passion but i never came back here. i was such a baby writer, i always cringe when i read back my works... but seeing that they still get love, wow, it makes me soo happy<3
i really hope you all have been having a good life, i don't ever think i'll come back here,but i just wanted to check if people are still following this blog haha!😂
summary: after the disaster at Bill and Fleur’s wedding you and Fred share one of the last tranquil moments together before the Battle of Hogwarts.
warnings: slight mentions of sex between consensual adults, almost non-existent, mentions of blood, violence, death and lots of angst. some fluff at the beginning tho <3<3
comments are very much appreciated!!
a/n: i cried writing this so i really hope u like this. i spent more than five hours working on this even tho i’m not satisfied at all. please lemme know if u like this, i may have changed some things in the story since i got pretty carried away haha. xx
summary: ron doesn’t like Potions but you happen to have the highest results in the class: when he comes to ask for your help you two finally realise something.
a/n: very sweet, almost cringy, very much fluff. i was inspired by an anon request even though i added more, so it’s more than a drabble lmao. i really hope you like my first post i utterly love ron, he’s a small bean and that’s how i would imagine him. that’s it, lemme know. xx
Summary: Y/N arrives to an unknown place, she doesn’t remember anything about her past life, and the Glade - her new home - is full of unfamiliar faces, except for one.
A/N: After almost two years I came back on here and decided to keep this series going! I know that this chapter is delusional, but i’m really trying to get my skills back... it’s never easy! I hope you guys stick with me, I promise you many things will come in the next chapters! <3<3
Incipit / Part I / Part II
“What did you see?” He just asked, and Y/N gulped the knot in her throat.
“I saw you…” She whispered. “I think I knew you.”
Silence fell between the two of them, and Y/N could hear her heartbeat speed up as she glared at him: the weak light coming from the cracks of the wall was lighting up his features, and his dark eyes were looking down, full of something new. His jaw was clenched, and his eyebrows were furrowed, donating him a thoughtful look that suited him wonderfully. Y/N wanted to say something just to break the awkward silence, but she couldn’t find any words.
Why did she saw him in her dream? And who was that voice she heard before blacking out?
Her fingers clutched the thin blanket that covered her body, and Newt’s eyes were immediately on her, the worried expression never leaving his face; she was staring at him, and couldn’t help but notice how much younger he looked, even though he probably had around sixteen years of age. “You’re staring.” He chuckled.
“I’m sorry, I was over-thinking.” She mumbled feeling her cheeks warming up, as long as her ears, and she put an H/C lock behind one of them. “Are you feeling any better?” She wanted to thank him for changing the topic, but she just nodded slightly, clearing her throat.
“Yeah, I guess...”
His silence was somehow comforting, it was peaceful, and even though she was scared of the place she ended up in, he seemed to be the only person she could trust. “How long have I been out?” The question came out in a feeble whisper, she was scared of even asking. “An hour or so, we were afraid you’d never wake up.” Newt answered shifting from the wall to the chair beside of her bed.
“Why are we here?” She asked again, feeling confident for the first time she arrived in the Glade, and gazed at New’ts expression changing.
“We don’t know, but we call ‘em the Creators,” Newt spoke playing with his thumbs, and Y/N furrowed her brows still not understanding. “They send us a shank every month, a guy, but this time it’s you. ”
“Why can’t we just escape from those walls?”
“We tried,” Newt murmured, running a hand through his blonde locks. “But I can’t tell you things I’m not supposed to, Alby is going to tell you everything.”
“So is he the chief in here?”
“He was the first one to ever put a bloody foot in this place, he knows the Glade better than anyone else.” When he spoke about Alby, Y/N could notice how much he respected him, and she wondered if Newt was the second one to arrive. But she didn’t find the courage to ask him.
Newt inhaled and opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off by a new voice, that shouted: “Are you shucking kidding me?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion when he spoke again, his voice getting closer. “I’ve never seen a girl in this place, and if I ever see one, it means that I shuckin’ died.”
Newt folded his arms and rolled his eyes as a strange guy walked in, his Asian features standing out as much as the amused expression he had printed on his face. But his grin disappeared as soon as he laid eyes on her.
“No shuckin’ way.” He breathed out, his eyes widening in shock. ”Have I reached the Heavens?” Y/N covered her mouth to stop her giggling, and she noticed that the Asian guy was followed by another boy: Gally, with the mean look still on his face. Her smile fell.
“Can someone please make me faint again?” Y/N sneered at him in a sarcastic tone. “I like her.” The Asian boy murmured with a proud tone in his voice, receiving a hard stare from his friend. “I’m Minho, the most handsome Runner in this klunking place.”
“Runner?” Y/N asked, and felt like Minho had just fucked up. “It’s a... bummer, that, uh, that I have to leave you guys...” Minho mumbled and tried to sneak out, but Y/N cleared her throat making Minho freeze on the place. “What’s a Runner?”
“She doesn’t need to know.” Gally sighed. “I think she's a spy.” He spat out like a snake.
Gally's statement made Y/N furious.
Her knuckles were turning white from clenching her fists, and she tried to remain silent by gritting her teeth; she didn't know why Gally angered her that much, or maybe she did: he was an asshole. Her fist was getting tingly from the desire of punching him, but she bit her lip to stop herself from doing that.
"And I think you're overreacting, shank," Minho responded with an amused face, shaking his head. "She's part of the Glade now, she has to know."
“You’re all a bunch of klunking... agh, forget it!” The dirty-blonde haired boy gesticulated with his hands and looked at Y/N for one last time before walking out the room. Why did he hate her that much?
Not that the sentiment wasn’t mutual, but since the first time they met, Gally looked at her with disgust. “Don’t worry, he’s a klunk-head.” Said Minho shaking his head slightly, and Y/N just noticed Newt observing her in silence. “What’s your name?”
She hesitated a little like she had to think about it even though it was the only thing she knew about herself. “Y/N...” She muttered. “I guess.”
“Y/N...” Newt repeated brushing his chin with his index, and Minho gave her a friendly pat interrupting Y/N from staring at Newt. “Then, Y/N, let’s show you the Glade!”
She didn’t want to leave the infirmary.
She felt that by stepping a foot outside someone was going to jump on her, or Gally was just going to kill her already - not that she was scared of him -, but the thought of dying wasn’t the best thing ever. The Sun was slowly going down, and the light blue was replaced by a wonderful pink that coloured that little piece of sky she was able to see. She looked over some boys murmuring something to each other and staring her down. She wanted to go back inside, and sleep for maybe a couple more of years, but Minho was literally dragging her outside.
“Are you nervous?” He asked, and Y/N tried not to snort into a sarcastic laughter, looking at him with the corner of her eye. “Nah, I’m just locked in here with I don’t even know how many boys, I’m fine.” Minho slightly opened his mouth to talk back, but immediately sighed closing his mouth.
He wasn’t bad at all.
As they walked she could feel Newt’s presence behind her, and that kind of familiarity she felt in his scent or movements was confusing her.
“You got prettier.”
She heard someone whisper and she immediately turned around, almost startled by the sudden husky familiar voice into her ear, but as she turned around Newt and Minho stared at her in confusion.
“Is there something wrong, Y/N?” Minho asked without even blinking, real concern into his dark eyes. Y/N wondered if they really thought she was going crazy and worried to be locked into a hut and to never be freed again.
“Yeah, I just...” She mumbled, biting her lower lip while trying to find a reason for the voices in her head. Am I really going crazy? She asked herself again and continued to walk until the colossal walls were just inches away from her face. She didn’t dare to approach the opening in the walls, but her gaze fell onto some encarvings.
“These names are very important, Y/N” Newt’s voice made her jump a bit as she caressed the encarved letters one by one. Her fingers came across some names that were erased and some that were still fully readable.
Gally
Frypan
Alby
Minho
Chuck
Ben
Justin
These were just some of the many names encarved onto the stone walls. Her eyes then glimpsed at a name she swore she had heard over a million times before, but in reality, she had just learned about that day.
It was as her heart was just like those walls, encarved with names, but out of all the names only one wasn’t scrawled...
Maze Runner imagine the reader is Ratman daughter and the boys don't trust her at first but she explains her self to them and the situation and how she was forced to work for Wicked and that everything wasn't her fault and out of her own control and choosing her own father wasn't her own choice either and that she didn't have many choices and that she hated Wicked for what they did to them.
i hope everything is well. i know this blog slowly died down, and i'm sorry i couldn't bring any more content to you. i still am deeply in love with TVD and TO's universe but a lot of things have happened that have stopped me from writing. i wasn't in a good place mentally, but i would like to start writing again. i know that the majority of you have forgotten about me, but i haven't forgotten you. don't forget to perform social distancing and stay safe!! if you would like to request something, feel free to do so, if not have a wonderful day or night. i love you!!💕
(A/N - Forgive me friends. It’s been far too long. My mental and physical health has been in the worst state its ever been and life really got in the way. I tried to take a hiatus and almost swore of writing as a whole but you know what? It really fucking helps and I love it. I know how long you guys have waited and Im sorry I’m such an asshole, please enjoy this VERY late christmas present. I love you all. Please please please don’t forget to tell me what you think it means the world to me, my ask is always open xoxo) - also sorry if there are any mistakes I’m half asleep and a whole ass mess. love you forevs)
Then
Klaus’ hands are so tight around his steering wheel his knuckles start to turn white; mirroring the moon that follows overhead. His teeth are gritted, the vein in his throat pulsating and his breath quickening. He only calms down when his eyes flit to the rearview mirror, pupils slowing over the figure slumped in the backseat, waiting and watching for any sign of movement. He’s never been one to control his anger, the thousands of people he’s killed speak for themselves, his hands coated in more blood than a butcher, but one look at you makes his undead heart stop.
Bruises the colour of blooming violets and roses litter the delicate skin around your neck, your leg is oddly contorted and swollen, and there are gashes and wounds scarring your body. Technically, your heart stopped beating a few moments after you made contact with the ground, but he can still smell the dried blood tainting your injuries, as tantalisingly delicious as summer berries. The hybrid side of him, the animalistic, carnivorous side of him longs to tear his fangs into your flesh and drain you of blood like its cherry wine, but he knows he never will.
I love your latest newt fic!!!!its soo good and interesting and I can’t wait to read the next chapter!!!you write so well????im crying,,thank you for your fics💖
oh god, I haven't logged to this blog for a while... but you literally made my day! Unfortunately, I'm not sure I'll be active here in the future, but I do have another blog where I write for another fandom, @adoremoni. You're so kind and you actually gave me the boost I needed to start writing again... really, thank you! You really are an amazing human being... I love you!
So I reblogged this exactly a week ago because I thought it was funny and uh lo and behold, a family friend wrote me a big ol’ check just to help me out of a tough financial spot AND my bank refunded me $32 for fees they’d originally taken out. SO UH YEAH. Reblogging this again in hopes that it brings equally good fortune to my followers.
I’ll do this now rather than after the finale because let’s be honest, I’ll probably be too much of a mess to do anything.
Thank you to each and every single cast and crew member for giving us a show to be passionate about, to talk about, and to fall in love with.
And thanks to all of you in the fandom that shared their passion for this show and/or universe with the world.
This might be the end of the canon/visual story, but I, as I hope many others, will keep creating content.
Thank you for the wild ride <3
Now here’s a more personal (and most of all way too long) goodbye under the cut.
Could you do a fanfic where my ocs Get parental spanked by their fathers or meet their fathers for the first time?
Hi, love.1. I don't know anything about your OC's, so I wouldn't be able to write for them.2. I only write for TVD or TO charachters x reader, which is neutral so anyone is happy. I'm sorry that I can't accomplish what you're asking, but maybe you can tell me more about your OC's in private and I'll send you my work on it.
I've finally decided to go back to writing on this blog; I may be more active on my other blog, but I don't want to let go this fandom. So, send me requests for TVD and TO, I wouls be glad to write again for them!
