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[illloveyoutillidie]

"Just one more, please?"

Newt x reader

summary : Newt is determined to pleasure you after a whole month of you declining him but you're already begging for him to stop

warnings: this is smut, please don't interact if you're a minor.

"newt, please, i can't do it anymore." you twitch as he overstimulated your core.

"you've done more, baby." newt pecked your tear-stained cheeks. "just one more, please?" he speed up his pace, trying to finish faster.

"i can't." you whine, sobbing out and curling your arms around his shoulders. "newtie, please." suddenly he speed up his pace even more faster and messily, making you turn into a moaning mess under him as you keep saying his name, begging for him to slow down.

suddenly he stopped his pace and pulled out, leaving just his tip inside of you.

"newt-"

"love, your making this so hard for me if you keep on calling my name so sweet like that" then he pushed his entire length inside you, his hips continue its fast rocking motion from before; determined to draw one last orgasm out of you.

"take a deep breathe, alright, angel? i promise you'll feel so much better later, hm?" he reasures you

"but-"

"just one more then we'll go do what ever you want, love" he added.

[inklingofinspiration]

a gradum ad lumen - part 3 .

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

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Word count: 3.9k!

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

Pronouns used: they/them – gender-neutral.

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

Pairing: TMR x GN!Reader.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Runners?” 

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

“Do you guys usually have bonfires?” 

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

Another nod from him,  “Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

At his confused stare, you elaborated. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“In your dreams.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Three,”

“Two,

“One!” 

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

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

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

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

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

“You bloody drunk too?” 

He shook his head.

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

[sugasthreedollarkookie]

Newt (TMR) HC (18+ Minors DNI)

I headcanon that Newt would really be into period sex. His golden retriever ass would be down for anything to help relieve the cramps and stuff. Also probably soft shower sex.

[wckdmazes]

The Night

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

Pairings: Newt/Female Reader

Word Count:  3,764

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                “O-oh. Um. Okay.” Chuck mumbled.

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

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

Gally frowned and his eyebrows knit together in irritation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Newt thought for a second and then replied,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

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

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Your Guardian Angel-Newt Scamander

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

This is literally so scary to do. 

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

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

When I see your smile

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

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

Tears run down my face I can't replace

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A small chuckle escaped from her light pink lips.

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

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

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

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

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

And now that I'm strong I have figured out

How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Newt chuckled and held her tighter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I will never let you fall (let you fall)

I'll stand up with you forever

Dearest Rose,

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

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

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

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

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

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

I miss you

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

--Newt Scamander

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

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

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

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

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

My darling Newt,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I miss you

Until next letter,

--Rose Keddle

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

Even if saving you sends me to heaven

Dearest Rose,

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

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

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

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

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

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

You mean the world to me.

To seeing you soon,

—Newt Scamander

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

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

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

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

My darling Newt,

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

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

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

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

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

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

I will be there no matter what.

You will never understand how much you mean to me

To seeing you in two weeks,

--Rose Keddle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything felt okay, everything felt right again.

Seasons are changing

And waves are crashing

And stars are falling all for us

Mom and dad,

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

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

Days grow longer and nights grow shorter

I can show you I'll be the one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Newt chuckled before squeezing her hands and sitting up more.

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

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

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

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

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

[lostgirl677]

Deadly virus ? p ? 250 ?! 😭😭😭😭

[reader-who-writes]

With Newt (Part 4)

Author’s Note: This is the Fourth part to a short series based off of a request made by @dyingforkpop It is a Reader x Newt. No warnings really. Here is my Masterlist.

With that, Newt left to go find you. He searched the glade starting with the homestead. He had looked almost everywhere he could think of and was beginning to worry. He decided to check the deadheads. He walked around for a bit before he saw you out of the corner of his eye. He was nervous to go to you. He didn’t know what to say. He honestly didn’t feel like there was anything he could say to fix this. But deep down he knew that he had to try. You head was buried in your arms. It wasn’t until Newt was right in front of you that you looked up. Your eyes were red and puffy, from crying and you looked on the verge of tears again. “Y/n-” Newt started - “I’m sorry” you interrupted him.

“What are you apologizing for, love?” Newt asked taken aback. 

“I shouldn’t have kept on about running, when you said no, I should have taken it as no” you explained. “I just wanted a chance to help Minho, he carries the weight of the glade on his shoulders as his job is to find a way out. I didn’t mean to make you so mad. I don’t want you to hate me,” you sniffled.

“Y/n I could never hate you,” Newt started, sitting next to you and pulling you into his arms. “It’s my fault, I had no right to yell at you. I was just so scared, I let my anger get the best of me. The maze is dangerous. We’ve lost so many runners out there. The thought of you going out there everyday terrifies me. If something were to happen to you I would literally go out of my bloody mind. You mean the world to me. You are everything that is good in this glade. When I am with you, there is no place I’d rather be. I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. Like I’ve loved you my whole life” he finished.

You shifted to look him in the eyes. “I love you too” you answered. And with that Newt connected his lips with yours. You closed your eyes. Unable to open them seconds after you parted. “I’m sorry I should’ve-” Newt started but you cut him off with another kiss, this one a little deeper than the last.

“Took you guys long enough” Minho smirked, startled the two of you. You both looked at him and laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be on my way, I just wanted to make sure Y/n didn’t murder you,” he said to Newt as he turned away.

“Someday we'll find each other and everything will be okay,” you muttered under your breath. 

“What was that love?” Newt asked turning his attention back to you. 

“Oh nothing, just something I remembered from a dream,” you answered. 

“Do you want to go back to the glade?” you asked realizing that it was getting late. 

“I’m good here if you are,” he answered. 

“Here is perfect,” you replied laying your head against his chest looking up at the stars.

The two of you stayed like that for a while just staring at the stars. You felt safe in his arms. The arms of the boy you loved. It couldn’t get any better than this, because right now nothing else mattered. The two of you fell asleep together under the stars. 

You woke up when you felt Newt shifting his weight under you. You opened your eyes to realize that it was early morning. This is the time when Minho and the runners get up to eat breakfast and enter the maze. You realized that tonight there was a bonfire. It was the day when you were supposed to pick your role in the Glader community. 

You were brought out of your thought when you heard Newt. “I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

 You sat up and stretched a little. “Don’t worry about it, do you want to go catch breakfast with our favorite shank?” you asked standing up. 

“Sure,” Newt answered smiling at up at you. 

“What is that smile about?” you asked helping him off the ground. 

“Oh just thinking about that the fact that the girl I love, just so happens to love me back. And that leads me to think about kissing that girl,” he said before pulling you back into his arms and kissing you. When you pulled away it was your turn to smile like crazy. 

“I love you,” you said pulling him towards the kitchen. 

“I love you too,” he said. For the first time that he could remember, Newt felt complete. 

Later that night at the bonfire you were happy to announce that you decided to work in the gardens with your favorite Glader.

[borntobewyld]

I & Newt

Newt grinned at the item in his hand. It was a piece of paper, nothing more; but to him, it felt like a collection of his very favourite creatures rested in the palm of his hand.

It was a postcard. Just a postcard. But all the same, he felt as though he'd been given a gift, because the post card was from you.

When you'd written it, you figured he would receive it, read it and then dispose of it. You didn't know it would end up on his mantle piece, framed alongside all the other items that reminded him of you.

Newt realised he needed to find where the nearest portkey was; he had to see you. He had to be near you. Even thinking of you made his heart fill with an aching warmth.

He looked down at the postcard once more, smirked, and then pocketed it safely. He knew he would get to see you again, and that made the entire journey, the dangers and the anxiety, very much worth it.