Black Veins

Black Veins

Black Veins (newt x gn!reader)

Word Count: 695 words

Warnings: Spoilers, pretty sure that’s it

Summary: you’ve been distancing yourself after finding out you’re not immune, but you’re less alone than you think.

(Requested by anonymous)

(Check out @PandaPlayz on Pinterest who I got this idea from)

you watch the crowd from a distance, hands clasped in your lap and eyes set on the people talking and laughing together. you blow a stray strand of hair out of your eyes and push yourself to your feet.

with one more glance behind you, you slip out of the door into a hallway with doors on either end. WICKED never failed to disappoint you with needlessly advanced, well everything, you think to yourself as an automatic door slides open the second you approach it.

you walk down the long echoing hallway with doors lining it, looking for the room a WICKED employee in a white suit had shown you to when you arrived. when you are about to reach it, a voice sounds from behind you.

“you seemed in a hurry to get away.”

you don’t even jump. you knew that he would follow you. knew he’d notice you slip away.

“What do you want Newt?” you sigh, turning to face him, arms crossed.

“I want to know why you’ve been keeping away from everyone. you’ve been acting strange.”

“I just, need some time to myself.”

he continues to look concerned and you force a smile and relax against the door, “I’m fine, honestly Newt”

but you could tell he didn’t believe you. you knew he wouldn’t leave until you told him the truth. you sigh again, “Alright, you win. I’m not fine.”

“Well what’s wrong?”

in answer you roll up a leg of your trousers to reveal black veins, snaking up your leg. at first he looks confused and then you see horror cross his face.

“Turns out I’m not immune.” you try to sound casual but your voice is shaking slightly. he opens his arms and you walk into them. pulling you close to him, he whispers, “shh, shh” as you start to sob.

“Newt, I don’t want to be a crank.” you know it sounds childish, but too many emotions are swelling inside you too worry about that now.

“I know, I know, listen” he holds you at arms length and looks you in the eyes. waiting for you to calm yourself, he makes sure the tears have stopped before pulling up a sleeve of his jacket.

you feel your heart fall into your stomach as you see the same dark veins across his arm. he smiles at you, his dark eyes swimming, “if we’re going to be cranks, at least we won’t be alone.”

then your arms are wrapped around each other again. you bury your face in his chest as he does the same in the crook of your neck.

you stand there in the middle of the hall, not even noticing the footsteps making their way towards the two of you.

“What’s going on?” Minho’s voice echoes towards you, sounding worried, which was not usual for him. no doubt seeing Newt cry would be worrying for anyone but you.

next to none of time Newt cries in front of anyone, unless he had his face hidden in your neck.

you break apart, Newt giving you a meaningful look before pulling down his sleeve and turning to face Minho and Thomas. kicking your trouser leg down you stand next to the boy beside you, shoulders pressed together.

“What’s going on?” Minho repeated. you both stand in silence before Newt finally answers. “We were just talking.”

“Mhm. Sad conversation?”

“Is there any relevant topic that isn’t a sad conversation?”

Minho doesn’t answer and Thomas speaks up, “are you sure, you seem a little,” he pauses and watches Newt use a sleeve to wipe the tears from his eyes, “upset.”

“We’re just tired. y/n was just about to go to bed before I stopped for a chat with them.”

“Well if you’re sure.” the two walk away, talking in hushed, worried voices.

Newt turns to face you and puts his hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes. “Listen, we don’t tell the others until they find out themselves, alright?”

“Alright”

he nods and lets go of your shoulders, he opens his mouth, looking like he wants to say something more before nodding again and walking away after a, “goodnight y/n.”

(I might turn this into a bigger fanfic, lemme know what you think)

(Also, I don’t know whether or not I’ve already mentioned this but I wanted to say, if you wanna request a fic of a maze runner character other than Newt, lemme know and I’ll do my best to deliver)

Lucky

Lucky (Newt x Reader)

Word Counter: 688 words

Warnings: hugging, mention of Newt’s incident, injury, mild violence.

Summary: you feel resentment of Newt, thinking he was so lucky, but you had no idea how wrong you were.

you sit apart from the crowd, resting on a log, a book propped open on your lap. your best friend, Thomas, sits beside you, occasionally looking over your shoulder at what you’re reading. a boy walks past you and you stiffen.

hearing a small exasperated sigh, you turn to face your friend, “what?”

“Nothing”

“It’s obviously not nothing”

he rests his elbows on his knees, looking after the boy that had just joined the others. “Why do you hate Newt?”

“I don’t-“

“Y/n, don’t try and deny it, it’s obvious”

you narrow your eyes at the back of the boy’s blond head.

“He’s so lucky”

Thomas raises his eyebrows. you cross your arms, “I don’t see how he became second in command, surely someone like Minho would be way better for the job.”

sighing, Thomas keeps his eyes on the crowd. you press on, “he barely does any work, why isn’t he a runner, he seems perfectly capable of it. he just lazes around in the gardens all day while you, me and Minho work our butts off.”

you slap the book closed, not interested in it anymore. “I’m going to bed.”

you walk over to your hut, still in a bad mood. it’s not until you reach the door of your hut when you notice the second pair of quiet footsteps behind you.

you whip around and see Newt standing behind you. “Go away, I’m not in the mood”

he doesn’t answer, just looks at you. “Go!”

“Y/n, why are you angry at me, what did I do wrong?” he sounds confused with hurt and coldness edging his voice.

“Nothing, now leave me alone”

he doesn’t move, just looks at you in a mix of pity and sadness. you feel a flare of anger and walk straight up to him, until the two of you are inches away from each other.

“I said leave, I’m not going to ask again”

“y/n-“

you shove him hard, sending him tumbling on the grass.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” you shout at him so loudly that a crowd starts to gather around the two of you.

the end of one of Newt’s trousers legs has slid up his leg and you see several awkward bends in his ankle that you have never noticed before.

“what happened to your leg?”

“Nothing” Newt hastily pulls down the leg of his trousers.

“It looks broken”

“It’s nothing.” he stands up and begins walking away.

“I can’t believe you. and you wonder why I hate you” you add in a mumble.

Newt spins around to face you, his face angry, with a shadow masking his usually gentle features.

“You wonder why I’m not a runner. huh? you wonder why I ‘laze around in the gardens’.” he pulls up his trouser leg, showing the unnatural bends again.

“I was a runner. I was a runner until this stopped me. now I’m stuck with this leg. I wish I could keep running. but I bloody can’t.” his voice rises steadily.

“next time before you hate someone, get to know them first.”

he lets his trouser leg drop and walks away, now that you thought about it, with a small limp.

silence rings in your ears and you look around at the faces. all either shocked, angry or confused.

you sprint around the back of your hut, away from the staring. tears prick your eyes as you start sprinting towards the disappearing shadow of the boy.

when you get close enough you slam into him, hugging him tightly. he stumbles slightly, but catches himself. turning to look at you, you see the cold look on his face melt as he sees tears streaming down you face.

“I’m sorry”

he takes your cheeks in his hands and wipes away the tears with his thumbs. “It’s alright,” he pulls you into him, hugging you, “you’re alright.”

you stand there, hugging in the moonlight, voices echoing in the distance behind you. burying your face in his neck, you feel tears drop slowly down your face as you take shaky breaths.

“It’s alright.” Newt’s voice whispers soothingly in your ear, “I’ve got you.”

(Btw, I’m on holiday so if my upload schedule is a bit wacky, that’s why, there isn’t much signal here)

Sorry about that can you make a minewt

Try

Try (Minho x Newt)

Word Count: 652 word

Warnings: kissing, hugging

Summary: Minho is worried about Newt getting infected during their venture outside of WICKED.

(Right, finally got the right one. I’ve never written minewt so bare with 😁. Btw this takes place during The Fever Code.)

Minho hurries down corridor after corridor, Alby trailing after him, still wide-eyed. he knows they shouldn’t have done it, he knows it was dangerous. he wasn’t thinking.

what that WICKED worker had said wreathed around his mind, chilling him to the bone.

why hadn’t he though about it before? why during all the times they had gone up to that roof, why hadn’t he thought?

he bursts through the door to the huge hall the boys slept in, beds line it, bunk beds with crisp white sheets and small lumps, showing the rows of sleeping figures.

he practically sprints down the rows looking for a particular one, looking for a particular lump.

Minho skids to a halt so suddenly that Alby runs right into him. he rushes towards the boy that sat on the lower bunk of the bed, looking amused.

he lets out a sigh of relief and starts examining every part of the blond boy’s body, as if tasked with memorising it.

“something wrong Minho?”

his gaze snaps upwards and his voice comes out exasperated, “of course something’s wrong. why didn’t I think of it before? I didn’t realise… I didn’t think-“

“What the bloody hell are you talking about” Newt looks concerned as he pulls the boy onto the bed beside him, who was now running his hands through his hair and looking ready to pull bits out.

“What am I talking about?” Minho knows he sounds hysterical but he is so focused on getting the point he needed to get across to the boy, he didn’t care. “I’m talking about us sneaking out, we shouldn’t have don’t it. it was stupid. we should have thought about it sooner.”

“Thought about what sooner?” Newt puts a hand on Minho’s shoulder, looking seriously confused.

“The fact that you’re not immune!” he says this so loudly, several boys raise there heads, muttering in annoyed tones.

“What about it?”

“What about it? What about it? What if you had got infected while we were out there. What if a crank had jumped us and infected you. Why didn’t I remember it before?”

“Minho, I’m not a child, I can look after myself.”

at these words, the boy seems to deflate, slumping on the bed.

“I know, but that’s not the point. I don’t think you can’t look after yourself. It’s just,” he breaths deeply, “there are probably tones of cranks out there, and no matter how many fancy weapons WICKED uses on them, you might still catch the flare.”

“Honestly, you’re worse than Tommy. stop worrying.”

“I can’t.” Minho whined, hands twisting in his lap.

“Just don’t think about it anymore.” he sighs quietly.

“I can’t“

“Try”

“I-“

“Minho”

“But-“

Newt doesn’t let him finish. he presses his lips on Minho’s, stopping his words. the dark haired boy wraps his arms around the other’s neck and his soft blond hair tickles them. the boys feels soft fingers creep down to his waist.

after a couple minutes, or maybe it’s several hours, the two break apart.

“Try, alright.”

“okay.” Minho answers quietly.

Newt smiles at him and raises his head to Alby, who was leaning on the bed and watching the two. he holds up his hands, smiling. I’ll leave the two of you to it.

he walks away still smiling and Newt’s eyes latch back onto Minho’s.

“So, are done yapping, or-“

this time it was Newt’s turn to be cut off. Minho drags them both down onto their sides, not breaking away from the boy, holding him as though he would disappear if he didn’t.

the boy knows he should have kept trying to persuade the other to be more careful, but right then, in that moment, nothing mattered but the feels of Newt’s soft lips and warm fingers on his waist.

nothing but the gentle eyes that swallowed him. nothing but the blond hair, tickling his arms. nothing but Newt.

(Hope you liked it, sorry it took a minute)

Heights

Heights (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 436 words

Warnings: none (I don’t think)

Summary: you insist Newt see a view from a tree, little do you know he’s scared of heights.

(This is one of my head cannons for Newt)

(Sorry for not posting yesterday and reusing a GIF and not putting tags, I don’t/didn’t have enough signal for it. If I don’t post it’s because of faulty signal)

“If you fall, I’ll never forgive you y/n.”

you laugh and climb higher, looking down through the branches of the tree to see Newt’s pale face watching you closely, his arms extended so as to catch you if you fell.

you look back at the sky and reach for another branch.

“Don’t be a worry guts”

“I don’t think I’m a worry guts for not wanting you to break a bone by falling”

“I’m almost at the top anyway”

you keep climbing steadily until the green leaves at the top of the tree tickle your hair. pushing your head through them, you momentarily have to squint your eyes to shield them from the bright lights of the sun.

your mouth falls open as you gaze across the glade. the sun shines on the ivy covered walls of the maze, you can see across the whole glade from up here.

“I can see everything” you shout back down at Newt.

“Oh, really”

you squint down through the branches, “Why don’t you come up and have a look”

“Oh no, I’m really-“

he babbles as you climb slowly down the tree. “I really don’t-“ you grab his hand and place it against the tree.

he sighs and puts his foot in two intertwined branches, hoisting himself up. you follow after him, guiding his hands and whispering encouragement.

you climb higher and higher, until you reach the top once again. you manoeuvre yourself around him, so you’re standing, shoulder to shoulder.

he holds tight to your hand as you both push your heads above the leaves of the tree. you hear him let out a small gasp.

“I don’t like this, I don’t like this.” you look sideways to see Newt, eyes squeezed shut, gripping your hand tightly.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, listen, I’ll get you down now.”

he nods, takes a deep breath and lets you guide him down the branches, you move around him, and climb down the last two or so metres.

you look up at him, “Newt, open your eyes,” he does so gingerly, “now look at me, don’t look down, look at me.”

his dark eyes latch on yours as if it were the one thing that would keep him from falling the rest of the way down.

“Okay, one foot in front of the other, climb down to me”

he keeps his eyes on yours and feels his way down towards the ground. when he reaches the floor, his face is flushed red.

“Sorry, I’m not a fan of heights”

“It’s nothing to feel sorry of, we’re all scared of something”

It’s all my fault

It’s all my fault (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 1074 words

Warnings: kissing, violence, injury, mentions of Newt’s incident, blood

Summary: when you break your ankle in the maze, you notice something in Newt’s eyes

the clicking of a griever sounds from behind you and you run as fast as you can away from it. glancing over your shoulder you see the creature crawling after you. you know you can’t run away from it forever.

taking a deep breath you look towards the wall of ivy. you grip a particularly thick one, pull on it and then begin to climb.

the clicking keeps sounding as you climb higher and higher. you climb and climb. that is until your arm slips out of the grip of a string of ivy. you let out a small gasp as you feel your feet slip and tangle in the leaves.

and then you’re falling. you swing on the vines, attached by your ankle before hitting your head hard on the ground, noticing as you did so, the sky darkening. you won’t make it back before the doors close. you won’t make it back at all.

the griever was getting closer. closing your eyes you try and block out the dull ringing in your head.

someone is running towards you, a boy, you think. he gets closer and closer, until your blurred vision can finally make him out.

Minho runs as fast as he can towards you, finally reaching you and grabbing you. he drags you to your feet and hauls you along after him as he runs.

your feet bump along the floor as he keeps dragging you. shouts from a distance, quiet clicking and small grunts from Minho are the only thing you hear.

finally, you turn a corner and see the gladers, crowded around a rapidly closing door. they shout as they spot Minho and you see through your blurred vision, Newt’s face momentarily split into joy then fills with horror as he sees Minho dragging you.

he bounces on the balls of his feet as the two of you stumble towards the group. shouts fight to rise above each other, “hurry!”

“come on, you can do it”

“leave her Minho, save yourself!” you’re almost certain that one was Gally.

then a huge gasp escapes the gladers and you look back to see what had happened. your heart drops into your stomach as you see Newt break free of the crowd and limp as fast as he could towards you.

he reaches you and gently helps Minho carry you. running in a three, you’re arms draped around both Newt and Minho’s shoulders, you race towards the opening.

the loud screeching of the doors closing pierces the air.

Newt unhook your arms from his shoulder and pushes you and Minho in front of him, through the gap. he jumps through after you, only just snatching his leg out the way before it was crushed.

you slump onto the ground and Minho bends down, examining you for any injuries. “I don’t see why you didn’t just leave her Minho.” Gally’s voice murmurs from somewhere behind you.

a loud thump sounds and you turn to see Gally clutching a bleeding nose and Newt, fist splattered with blood and face contorted into a snarl. he moves forwards, and draws his fist back again, “say that again you bloody shank, say it again and see what happens.”

Minho straightens and puts a hand on his shoulder, talking in his ear. Newt shoots a glare at Gally and turns to you, dropping down beside you.

“What happened y/n”

your voice comes out slightly hoarse as you say, “I was being caused by a griever so I climbed the ivy but I fell and hit my head”

you see Newt’s face drain of colour and he looks like he’s going to faint. something is flashing in his eyes, and Minho is looking at his friend anxiously.

he touches his friends arm and Newt grasps at his wrist still looking faint. sucking in a deep breath of forced calm, he looks back at you. you notice his eyes flitting to your ankle.

“y/n, what happened to your ankle”

“My foot got tangled in the ivy as I fell, I think I might have twisted it”

Newt looks at Minho questioningly. Minho looks closer at the ankle, at the sharp bend in it. he holds onto Newts shoulder, takes a breath and says, “y/n, I think it might be broken”

Newt rises to his feet and sprints off towards the wood, stumbling more than usual. Gally looks sniffly after him, muttering darkly.

you look confused at Minho and he sighs, “has Newt never told you how he broke his leg”

you shake your head.

“It was in an accident,” he stresses that word, “similar to yours.” you can tell he is deliberately keeping something out of the story but don’t press him.

“Do I need to see a medjack”

“Their dealing with Ben at the moment and I doubt there is much a medjack can do for you, it’s not bleeding, and we can’t heal it, all I can do is straighten it”

“I saw them do it to Newt’s leg.” he adds at your skeptical look.

after an excruciating few moments, Minho lets you go to ‘rest’, but you have other motives. you limp towards the trees looking for, there.

a boy huddles up against a tree, shaking, either with sobs or shock. you limp closer, calling out his name.

his head jerks towards you and as soon as he notices your ankle, and you limping he rushes towards you, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s my fault, it’s all my fault”

“What are you talking about”

“I said I’d protect you, I promised. I never wanted anyone else, not even Gally, to end up like me.”

you hold his cheeks in your hands, tears streaming down his face and sobs shaking his body. looking into his watery eyes you say, “Newt, I love you how you are, you’re the strongest one of all of us, why would I care if I end up like you”

he opens his mouth to reply but before he can, you pull him into you pressing your lips against his.

you finally break apart and look at him, “understand me?”

“Yeah” he answers quietly.

“Good.”

you pull him back into you, with him kissing you back this time, putting your arms around his neck and him holding your waist. you spin on the spot.

“I love you, you know, I really do”

you smile against his lips, “I know”

hello!!! i just want to say, i love your stories!! i'm loving reading them, i loved your writing, everything!!!!!!!

i would really like a story where the reader was like a brother/sister to Gally and he was very protective and jealous, so when he found out that they and Newt were dating, he wanted to kill him.

Oh my gosh, I love this, Thank you so much for saying you like my fanfics! I really appreciate it! I will be starting this fic, again ty, this is an awesome idea!!!! 🫶