Maze

Maze

Maze (Newt x Reader)

Word count: 151 words (yikes it’s tiny)

Warnings: kissing, death, injury, grief

Summary: the battle is over, but the casualties are not

(Lil note, if you haven’t read the book, this isn’t what happens, but this is something I just thought would be fun to write so, here it is)

you grip the knife in your hand, feeling your arms ache, and throb with scratches. people shout and grievers shriek.

out of the corner of your eye, you see Thomas throw a makeshift spear at a griever that had its pinchers gripped on a boy and it screamed, releasing him.

Thomas crouches down and Minho jumps over him, slamming into the griever. but at that exact moment, Teresa and Chuck must have managed to turn off the grievers. the creature shrieks once more and then stills.

Minho straitened up, looking around. blood splashes the walls of the maze and dead grievers and gladers alike lay sprawled on the ground.

Thomas joins Minho, surveying the area, “is it over?”

the remaining gladers are crowding around the pair, some with tears in their eyes and most with cuts and bruises. “I think so, I think it’s finally over”

the boys let out a small cheer and some slap each other on the back. you grin at the faces of the others, sure they had lost many, but it was over, they were safe.

your eyes fall onto Newt and you smile at him. he looks at you meaningfully, and takes a bloodstained hand away from his stomach, looking down at the scarlet blood spreading across his clothes.

“No!” people turn at your shout, and watches you sprint towards Newt. his eyes roll into the back of his head and he slumps to the ground.

you slide towards him on your knees, pulling his head onto your lap. his breathing is raspy and shallow.

“shh, shh, it’s alright, you’re alright, you’re going to be okay”

you look over at the others, “someone do something.” they stare at you, looking scared and helpless. “y/n.” he says quietly, and you look down at him.

“lean down.” you do as he says, not taking your eyes away from his. he pulls you closer to him and kisses you. your tears drip onto his gentle face. “I love you” he whispers in your ear, his breath rustling your hair.

you hug him tightly, “I love you too.”

you lean back to look at his face and his breathing is slowing. “Newt, you’re going to be okay.” he shakes his head and smiles sadly at you. his mouth opens and you put your ear next to it to hear his quiet, rasping voice, “Live for the both of us, okay?”

you nod at him and tears stream down your cheeks. he lets out a soft sigh and his eyes glaze over.

you lean your head on his chest and sob as the others crowd around you, some crying as well.

Minho puts a hand on your shoulder and pulls you up to your feet. “We need to go.” you wipe your nose on a sleeve and reach for Newt.

“y/n, we have to leave him.” you look at him and see sadness in his eyes. you nod, look back down at the boy and plant a kiss on his lips. “I love you”, you whisper in his ear, before following the others.

away from the glade. away from the gladers. away from the maze. away from Newt…

Forever

Forever (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 426 words (sorry it’s not longer I’ve been busy)

Warnings: cuddling, death, grief, mild gore, SPOILERS!!

Summary: the cold wind gnaws at you and you can’t sleep but you soon find someone else is awake

the scorch, funny really. in the day boiling sun so hot you have to wrap yourself up just to not get burned. yet at night, a cold, strong wind bites at any body parts that were not enclosed in a thick quilt.

except, with the storm taking some of the other gladers along with the quilts they had been using for warmth and shelter. you lay curled in the sand, your arms wrapped around your knees. around you, the others are shivering, many huddled in groups to keep warm.

you watch your hand swirl circles in the sand near you, you try to fall asleep but the cold is gnawing at you. you sit up, wrapping your arms around your chest and staring blankly off into the distance. the dull, sandy distance.

the wind blows your hair around your head, and your body is racked with shivers. you blow into your cupped hands and rub them together, trying to bring feeling back to them.

slow heavy breathing is caught by the wind and you believe everyone else is asleep. you can’t see how they can in this place.

you bury your head in your knees, willing sleep to wash over you.

you head jerks upwards as an arm warps around you. Newt sits beside you, staring straight ahead and shivering as well.

drawing your knees up to your chin, you lean into the boy and put your head on his shoulder.

he puts his head on your head and sighs quietly, looking off into the night. his thumb strokes your arm as you sit there in silence.

each thinking your own thoughts, staring into the endless dunes, wondering if this nightmare would ever end. whether things would ever go back to normal. the answer comes almost instantly.

no, things would never go back to normal, you had suffered to much loss for that. images race their way through your mind. Jake screaming as the lightning blew off his leg. Alby walking into the mass of Grievers. Chuck with the spreading patch of crimson on his chest. Winston with a ball of metal spreading down his head. screaming gladers being pierced by the spikes of grievers.

you push yourself closer to Newt. if anything happened to him. you push the thought away. no, nothing was going to happen to him, you would reach the safe haven, all of you would.

you would be safe. free for the first time you could remember. away from WICKED. away from the scorch. away from the cranks. forever. you would be safe and happy. forever. with the boy you loved. forever…

(just wanna mention that I’m always grateful for requests, it saves everyone from my own pitiful ideas 😁)

(Just have to add this, rereading ur old fanfics and spotting 10 spelling mistakes, 6 grammar errors and 7 unexplained parts in one papargraph, yall must think I’m like 8, 😂)

WAIT DO YOU TAKE REQUESTS? BTW YOUR WRITING IS SO COOL ‼️

Yasss, I do, also tyyyyy!!! ♡

Nothing

Nothing (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 516 words

Warnings: mild violence I suppose, spying, (argg)

Summary: you find a perfect hiding place, with a great view of the vegetable patches, but maybe it wasn’t as good as it first seemed.

you glance out from behind one of the huts, eyes darting around the glade. looking for… there! the boy stretched, brushing blond hair out of his eyes and looking up with narrowed eyes at the sun.

another boy walks up to him, says something and hands him what looks to be a trowel like thing. he nods in thanks and the boy walks away.

Newt crouches down, using the strange tool to dig up what must be weeds. the sun beats down on the vegetable patches, causing several track hoes rise to their feet to wipe sweat from their forehead every so often.

one of the boys gets to their feet, and shouts something over the many poles, holding up vines of different fruits and vegetables. voices shout back and a large tomato, by the looks of it, is thrown across the patches and caught by a dark haired boy.

“now, now, y/n, I hope we’re not spying”. you jumps so violently, you feel as if you must have jumped at least a foot in the air. still shaken, you turn to see Minho, the usual mischievous glint in his eyes, grinning at you. “don’t do that. you made me jump”

“what are you up to then, seems to nice of a day to be shilling around over here”. you can tell by his voice he knows exactly when you’re doing there, but wants you to admit it yourself.

“Nothing” you don’t quite meet his eyes, grasping around for a change of subject.

“y/n,” Minho says in mock outrage, “you shouldn’t call people nothing”. you shove him, as he starts giggling at the red flush creeping up your cheeks.

“go talk to him”

“who”

“y/n, there’s no point pretending anymore, it’s not like your doing a great job in hiding it”

you huff, not sure if your annoyed or pleased. Minho shrugs, “alright, if you won’t, I will”, he starts walking out from behind the hut and you grab his legs, dragging him down. “don’t you dare”

“Help she’s attacking me”. a couple heads pop up, looking slightly scared, as though they expected to see Minho being mauled by a griever.

you stand up, facing Minho, back to the vegetable patches. “if you ever do that again, I’ll-”

“Minho what’s going on”

you see Minho grin at you before you turn to see Newt, looking both confused and amused. “y/n has something they’d like to say to you”. you stomp on his foot and Minho hops around, “be careful around this one Newt, she’s aggressive”. and then he’s walking away, laughing, leaving you with Newt, your face getting slowly redder.

“So, you wanted to say something” he pressed after a moments silence. “it’s nothing”

he smiles, “alright if you say so”, he starts walking away from you. “Oh and y/n”

“Yeah”

“I wouldn’t hide behind the huts next time if I were you, you’re not very well hidden”. and then he’s gone, leaving you to compute what he’d just said and thinking of what you would do to Minho when you got your hands on him.

Don’t want to lose you

Don’t want to lose you (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 331 words (sorry it’s tiny)

Warnings: thoughts of death I suppose (once again staring at my phone for like 15 minutes tryna do these)

Summary: After saving him from a Crank, Newt is angry, telling you, you could have died.

you don’t know why you did it. love you guess. but before you know it your sprinting full pelt before the thrashing bodies. voices shout behind you for you to stop but you don’t listen.

you reach the two and throw yourself at the dark veined, roaring creature for the sandy haired boy beneath it. you spin with the creature, finally managing to twist its arms behind its back. it twists and turns, trying to bite you. you push it away, sending it skidding across the gravel and into a shadowy corner, where it stays.

turning back around, you see the others running towards you, looking scared and anxious, and Newt, looking positively livid, though fear is flashing in his eyes.

he runs at you and hugs you tightly, “Never do that again, you hear me?”

“hey, I’m fine.” you smile at him but his face is still creased with worry.

“I’m serious y/n”

“I’m ok”

“No y/n, don’t die for me.” his voice is sharp with anger and fear.

“what’s wrong I’m fine”

“Fine, FINE,” he’s shouting now, “you could have bloody died, what would I have done then, huh?”

he hugs you even more tightly, “I can’t lose you y/n”

“you’re not going to” you whisper into his ear, leaning your cheek on his head, bent into the crook of your neck. your hand strokes his hair as his rapid breathing slows.

you hold his cheeks in your hands and make him lift his face to you. leaning in, your lips meet and your arms find each other again.

a small cough from behind you, makes you break apart. “this is lovely and everything, but we should move before any more of those things come here and eat us.” Minho has his arms folded, wearing his usual amused expression.

you hold Newt’s hand as you set off again, this time he seems determined to keep you safe from everything. half annoyed, half grateful, you follow him, smiling to yourself.

A Whisper Of Comfort

A whisper of comfort (newt x reader)

Word count: 515 words

Warnings: mild romance, mention of blood, injuries, intense pain, been sitting here for like 20minutes trying to spot any others.

Summary: after being hurt in the maze, Newt is all too happy to look after you

pain ripples through you, sending jolts like electric shocks, up your body. you drop to the ground, Minho and Thomas both crouching down to check on you.

you clutch your leg, small black dots appearing in your eyes, as the night sky ripples before you.

your head turns at a worried voice. it takes you a moment to figure out who’s speaking. you narrow your eyes in confusion as you see Newt, dark eyes, so usually gentle and soft, flaring with anger, shouting at Minho.

“how could you let her get hurt”. Minho was talking but drowned by Newt’s shouts. Thomas walks towards his friend, holding Newt’s shoulder to try and calm him.

the boy snatches his arm away, shoots one more glare at Minho, and falls to his knees next to you.

he slips his hands underneath your writhing body, and slowly raises you. Minho is speaking agin but Newt is already running, or rather hobbling, away with you towards a med jacks hut.

a small whimper of pain escapes your lips and Newt looks down instantly whispering to you, “it’s ok y/n, your going to be alright”

he plants a small kiss on your nose and continues to run as fast as his injured leg will allow.

he starts screaming before he’s even entered the hut. “Med jack! Medjack now!”. Someone comes skidding into view but your vision is blurring too much to tell who it is.

Newt gently lowers you onto the table, and begins moving away, but you reach out and hang onto his sleeve, whispering his name.

he kneels next to you, as the medjack bandages your bloody leg, letting you grip his hand when the pain becomes unbearable.

the medjack says something that cannot pierce the dull ringing in your head, and you feel sleep tugging at you, the last thing you see as you slip into unconsciousness is Newt’s face, pale yet trying to look brave for you.

you groan and your eyes flicker, your memories from last night vague. a soft blanket is lain over you, tucked in at the edges to keep you warm. The only thing you remember is the worried, blurred face of Newt.

“Newt” your voice is hoarse and cracked, but you hear a creak and see the boy move towards you, evidently just moving from his post of watching over you.

He holds your hand and you notice dark shadows under his eyes, standing out on his pale face. “How are you y/n”

“Probably a lot better than you, you look like you haven’t slept in years”. He waved an airy hand, “don’t worry about me”

you prop yourself up on your elbow, but he gently pushes you back down, “you need to sleep”

“I can’t” you protest, “it’s lonely”

“I’m still here”

“I know but..”

he sighed though you can tell he doesn’t mind, and slides in beside you, letting you lean you head against his chest. his hand strokes your hair as he whispers a soft string of gentle compliments to you, until he hears your breathing go heavy.