Hiding [p.p]

hiding [p.p]

word count: 2.1k

pairing: peter pevensie x reader

warnings: a slightly cheeky edmund at the end

a/n: sorry this took so long to write, it’s been a hectic week. also, please don’t ever feel bad about GIVING me a prompt. i would prefer if you did!! i enjoyed writing this :)

request: Hi I saw your post about requests, lately I’ve been going back into a Narnia phase myself. And so I would love a Narnia x Reader. Preferably Peter X Reader (Romance/fluff whatever you like) but if you don’t like that, it’s okay to make a Narnia X Reader. Maybe the reader can be Caspian’s Sister? Maybe Peter and the reader have been sneaking around togheter trying to keep it a secret from Caspian ‘cause they find it thrilling? If you want to make up your own story line that would be fine, Thanks

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being unexpectedly woken up in the middle of the night only to find out your uncle was plotting to kill you and your brother was not how you’d expect your life to turn out. you thought your brother was going to run a happy kingdom, have a regular coronation at the age of 18 and live the life he’s always dreamed of. of course, things never quite go to plan, now did they? 

that night seemed so long ago, and so much has happened since. caspian used queen susan’s horn while we were being attacked by narnians, and the next thing we knew, the kings and queens of old were stood before us, ready to help us lead this army and defeat our uncle. 

aslan, how your life has changed in the matter of a few weeks. you felt a war coming, and with each passing day, fear seemed to build up within the how. that, and something else. hope. a power so great, you never could’ve imagined the strength it gave soldiers until you witnessed it first hand. and that source of hope was heading your way at this very moment. 

he smiled gently, carefully looking around to ensure there were no lingering eyes, especially those of your brother. peter’s eyes sparkled as they met yours, so many mixed emotions dancing around his ocean blue orbs. 

“hello there, your majesty.” you said politely, a teasing tone evident in your voice. he scoffed, rolling his eyes; a smile growing on his lips despite it all. 

“hello, y/n. fancy seeing you here.” he flirted, and it was your turn to roll your eyes. 

you brushed off the butterflies in your stomach as you casually asked, “care for a walk?” he nodded, and the two of you made your way to the camp borders; to a secret clearing just inside the tree line where the two of you could get some privacy.

“i’ve missed you today.” peter said, laying down on the grass, his eyes never leaving your sitting figure. 

“i saw you this morning?” you laughed, quirking a brow. 

peter shrugged, “yes, but caspian was there, so i couldn’t properly say good morning.” he pouted, and you shake your head, quickly rolling over and kissing him flat on the lips, taking him aback. before he could kiss back, you pulled away cheekily. 

“good morning, my king.” you smiled innocently, before he quickly tackled you and littered your face with kisses. it was times like this, you felt at peace. as though you weren’t on the verge of a war that could break out at any given moment. 

you were simply a girl, spending time with a not-so-simple boy, who cared deeply for you.

you wished you could act like this around the camp; spend time with the person you loved while you still had time. 

you both knew peter would eventually return to his world, though neither of you tried to focus on that fact. you were living here, in the moment with each other. you treasured your time together, and especially moments like these. 

it would not be an issue to associate around the camp, had it not been for your protective older brother. he barely let you leave the castle back when you weren’t being hunted, and now with the constant worry of attacks, he’d grown extra protective of you; not that you needed it. you’d been trained with a sword and in archery, and you could handle yourself. 

you only feared what caspian would do to peter if he found out. the two already weren’t on the best of terms after everything that had happened during the raid on the telmarine castle, pitting the blames on each other and practically forming a war between the two royals. it was unnecessary and frankly, you found it quite childish. 

you never spoke out about it though; you cared about both of them, and decided to stay quiet during the whole ordeal. though they finally managed to sort their differences (with a bit of help from you), they were constantly on thin ice with each other, and you didn’t feel the need to test the waters on the situation if you didn’t have to. 

besides, you and peter made it a bit of a game, teasing each other frequently and trying not to get caught. it was thrilling.

as the two of you switched to a more comfortable position with you sitting sideways on peter’s lap with your head on his shoulder, you were completely oblivious to the pair of eyes watching you intently. 

caspian watched as his little sister talked freely with the high king, him gently twirling a lock of her hair between his fingers as she played with the fabric of his tunic. he had never seen her so at peace and genuinely happy since their father died. 

a pang of sadness washed over him as he turned away from the obvious couple. why hadn’t she told him? they were siblings after all, he should know these things. he decided to leave the two alone for now, and figured he would confront her later.

the two didn’t return to the camp for a long while, until they decided it might be suspicious for the high king and the princess to disappear for so long. you shared one last passionate kiss before breaking off, you sliding into your shared tent of you, susan and lucy and peter heading off elsewhere; probably to the stone table. 

you lay in your tent for a few minutes before deciding to train a bit more. you grabbed your bow and quiver, finding it much too risky to put your energy into sword-fighting when you could very well need it in a matter of hours. 

you headed over to the archery targets where susan was practicing, asking for permission to join and the two of you chatted, both hitting target after target flawlessly. 

“y/n! there you are.” you heard the voice of your brother, and you turned with a smile, only to see an uneasy expression on his face, which he so desperately tried to hide. you knew him however, and this was all some facade; something was wrong. 

“is everything alright?” you immediately responded, susan looking slightly confused before shrugging and leaving the two of you alone, clearly sensing the two of you needed to speak privately. 

“i thought it was.” caspian stated, emotionlessly. you blinked, tilting your head. 

“okay? is it not? you’re not exactly making sense.” you chuckled nervously, and caspian sighed.

he turned his head, his vision set somewhere in particular. you confusedly followed his gaze, all colour in your face seemingly draining as you saw what, or who exactly, he was looking at. peter. 

caspian turned back to you, quirking a brow. “care to explain?” he asked, and you allowed your gaze drop to the floor. you stayed silent, slightly nervous for his response. he didn’t seem furious, which you supposed was already a step up from what you’d expected, but you most definitely weren’t prepared for what he said next. 

“why didn’t you tell me?” his words were no more than a whisper, sounding incredibly hurt. the tone in his voice caused you to take a step back, lifting your eyes to look at his matching dark ones, only to see in fact, nothing but sadness and regret. 

guilt swarmed your being, and you hang your head once again, now in shame. “cas, i-” 

“did i do something wrong, y/n? i’m your brother. we’re not supposed to have secrets- especially not like this!” he wasn’t shouting, but he wasn’t exactly being quiet either. 

you’d caught the attention of susan and edmund, who both tried to usher away the small group of narnians who began watching your conversation. you made a mental note to thank them later.

“caspian, it’s not like that.” you stated, though you knew it was. there was no other excuse you could come up with. he gave you a look, and you sighed in defeat. “i- i don’t know! you and peter don’t exactly have the best history, caspian! i didn’t want to start another conflict between the two of you- i thought if you found out he was seeing your little sister, you might lash out!” you were distressed, and caspian sighed, opening his arms out for a hug, which you gratefully fell into. 

you didn’t realize you were crying until you saw the stains marked on your brother’s tunic. “i really like him caspian.” you muttered, and he smiled, despite you not being able to see. 

“i know.” he replied, brushing down your hair soothingly. 

finally, you pulled apart, and you looked up at caspian. “no.. i really, really like him. i think i might love him.” you said, and caspian’s eyes blew wide at your confession. 

“you haven’t even known him a month!” he exclaimed; it wasn’t judging, just pure confusion. 

“i know, i know. there’s just something about him, cas. he’s not like any other princes i’ve courted, i’ve never felt what i feel for him with anyone else.” you admitted, and you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. it felt good to finally talk to your brother about your feelings. 

his eyes drifted behind you, and he gave you an awkward smile, before patting your shoulder and walking off. you were confused, until you heard someone clear their throat.

you tensed, knowing exactly who it was without having to turn around. “how much of that did you hear?” you cut to the chase, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. 

“all of it?” he answered slightly guiltily, but there was no regret in his voice. “y/n, look at me.” he whispered, and you realized he was much closer than you thought he was. 

you did, slowly, and titled your head up to meet his intense gaze. “why didn’t you tell me?” you chuckled at peter’s choice of words. 

“you know, my brother asked me the same question not ten minutes ago.” you joked, and peter had a small smile on his face, shaking his head. 

he turned serious after your giggles died down, and you sighed. “how was i supposed to tell you? caspian’s right, we’ve only known each other for a number of weeks. yes, they’ve been the best weeks of my life, and i couldn’t see myself with anyone else, but i didn’t want to scare you away with the whole ‘i love you’ thing.” you rambled, and only stopped when peter gently put a finger to your lips, effectively silencing you. 

“i love you too.” he said simply, and you felt the air leaving your lungs. 

“p-pardon?” you sputtered, and peter laughed, leaning in and taking your lips in a passionate kiss. you two stayed in that position, until the lack of oxygen overpowered you both, and you leaned your foreheads against each other. 

“should we tell your siblings too, then?” you asked, and peter shrugged, taking your hand into his and walking towards his siblings, who were now in a conversation with caspian.

“hey guys, we have something to tell you.” you started, brushing a nervous strand of hair behind your ear. the pevensies and caspian turned to you, looking at you with furrowed brows. 

“we’re courting.” peter announced, raising your interlocked hands. the three blinked, almost in denial. they all gave each other disbelieving looks, then burst out laughing. 

“what?” you asked, shyly. 

“it’s just- we’ve known for awhile.” susan managed, between laughs. 

“you guys are absolutely awful at hiding it.” lucy chirped, and you and peter blushed. 

“honestly, caspian. i don’t know how you didn’t see it before. they’re practically undressing each other with their eyes every time they’re around each other.” edmund quipped, earning a collective gasp from the group.

“edmund, i’m going to kill you!” you frowned. ed smirked, sending a wink your way before running, with both peter and caspian chasing him, ready to take his head off. you were blushing bright red, and susan and lucy laughed. 

“we are happy for you, y/n.” lucy assured, and you smiled in gratitude.

“truly, i haven’t seen peter this happy since we were children.” susan told you, and your heart fluttered. your eyes followed the retreating figures of peter and caspian, the two most important boys in your life, and you couldn’t help but wear the brightest smile while you spoke. 

“i don’t think i even truly knew happiness before i met him.”

life was not perfect, nor was it ever simple. no matter what happened, whatever life threw at you, you would be ready to face it, with peter by your side.

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holidays [p.p]

word count: 1.8k

pairing: peter pevensie x fem!reader, edmund pevensie x reader (platonic)

warnings: edmund being a little shit

a/n: trying a bit of a different writing style, just spaced out chat for clearer reading (thank you for the feedback @diqiisrelevant) // also i’m so sorry this took so long to put out i suck

request: Could you please do one with Peter Pevensie? Where the reader is friends with Edmund and Peter is back from college and he falls for her and she is clumsy and make him laugh? It's modern hahahha Thank you! Love your work @bitch-choripan

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you loved the holidays, it has been your favourite time of year for as long as you can remember. college was much more draining than you anticipated, and it was really beginning to weigh you down. the only thing that had been keeping you going was the excitement of returning to your family and relaxing for the next few weeks. 

nothing was ever that simple, though. your flight home had been cancelled due to weather. thankfully, you were still with edmund, your best friend, when you got the notification. he insisted you stay with him and his family, and you after much argument, you gave in.

you were nervous walking up the steps to the pevensie household, edmund had told you his two sisters and parents were already expecting them, and that his brother should be home later. 

you followed edmund through the front door, hearing a mass of footsteps rush towards you. you saw a younger girl come embrace edmund, and he returned it, greeting his family all with hugs and smiles. you felt as though you were intruding, and nervously shifted from foot to foot. 

you seemed to catch the attention of the youngest girl, whom you recalled was named lucy, and she made her way over to you, catching you off guard when she threw her arms around you and embraced you tightly.

“you must be y/n! edmund has told us so much about you!” she exclaimed, and you smiled.

“has he now?” you teased, and edmund rolled his eyes, knowing he’d never live down his sister’s words.

“thanks lu.” he grumbled, and a laugh erupted throughout the group, making you feel more at home than you could’ve thought possible.

you spent the afternoon getting to know the pevensies, and you realized why edmund spoke so highly of them all. they were all so sweet and welcoming, though you did wonder how it would be to meet edmund’s brother. 

ed tried to avoid the topic of him generally, saying briefly that him and his brother had a much more complex and competitive relationship. from the way the other pevensies had casually thrown warnings around at the mention of the eldest child, you assumed he must not have been the most well-behaved of the family.

you were joyfully sipping on a cup of hot chocolate chatting with lucy and susan when the door swung open, making you jump a little at the unexpected noise. your heads snapped to the entrance area, susan shaking her head and lucy jumping up to greet who you assumed to be peter.

“honestly, he hasn’t even been here five minutes and he’s already being incredibly loud!” susan huffed, causing you to giggle.

“he’s that bad, huh?” you asked, and susan opened her mouth to reply when you were interrupted by lucy re-entering the room, a tall blonde boy following her. susan stood to greet him, scolding him for his obnoxious actions all the while. 

you took the time to study his features. he was broad, muscular. he had a defined jawline and beautiful blue eyes. his hair was a beautiful golden colour and looked fluffy, and you had a strange urge to run your fingers through it. 

you snapped out of your daze when he turned to you, and you felt a small blush rise to your cheeks as he looked you up and down not-so-subtly.

“and who might you be?” he asked, his voice slightly teasing. you opened your mouth to reply when edmund came into the room and interrupted.

“this is y/n. stay away from her.” he said simply, taking your wrist and pulling you out of the room. you blinked in surprise, but didn’t argue. you simply let him guide you away from the beautiful man in the main area. 

he turned to you, seeing the dazed look in your eye and frowning. “no. absolutely not.” you furrowed your brow, and he sighed. “you have that look in your eyes. you cannot fancy my brother! that’s just weird!” he whined, and you laughed, shaking your head.

“cmon ed. sure, he’s attractive. you know me too well, i can’t lie. but he is your brother, and i won’t do that to you.” you told him genuinely, and he smiled, pulling you into a hug. “but if you were jealous, you could’ve just said so.” you teased, and edmund huffed.

“please. you know who i fancy, and it’s definitely not you.” he shot, and you threw a hand over your heart, feigning hurt and shock.

“edmund pevensie, you’ve wounded me. how shall i ever heal from this?” you mocked, and the two of you burst into a fit of giggles. you were so lost in your own world you didn’t notice the pair of blue eyes trained on your figure.

“you know, if you stare any longer it will start to get weird.” lucy came up behind him, startling peter. he opened his mouth to defend himself, but closed it again and shook his head, walking into the kitchen to help prepare dinner without another word. lucy shrugged to herself, not bothering to further question her eldest brother.

you sat next to edmund at the dinner table, playfully bantering back and forth. you two were basically off in your own little world, though you did chat with his parents and sisters here and there when asked a question or when the conversation drifted to something of interest to you. 

you had hardly spoken a word to peter, however, as he was being quite quiet - something you definitely weren’t expecting from edmund’s stories.

the night progressed quickly after that, and everyone gathered for a movie in the main area after all was settled. you were in charge of getting drinks, while edmund was getting snacks. you were carefully bringing each drink to the designated person, knowing how likely you were to trip. 

after a few successful attempts of bringing drinks, you gained confidence, and were striding over to peter, who was completely distracted, lost in a conversation with lucy. his side profile was beautiful, you thought. 

in processing said thought, you missed the sight of the carpet slightly rolled and caught your foot, sending you tumbling to the ground and the fizzy drink to spill all over you.

the pevensies were shocked by the sudden motion, but lucy quickly jumped up, checking to see if you were okay. edmund came running in the door upon hearing the small bang, and looked down, only to see you lying on the floor and being helped up by his younger sister. 

he burst into laughter, your face reddening even more in embarrassment. you glanced to the other pevensies, to see them all trying to hold down their laughter. especially the boy who made you trip in the first place. you sighed, exasperated.

“gosh, ed. if you’d told me your family were all just like you, i never would have agreed to come.” you mumbled, and at that comment, none of the pevensies could contain their laughter any longer. 

you rolled your eyes jokingly, but smiled all the same as the sound of edmund’s whining filled your ears. your eyes met peters, and despite the amusing expression on his face, he gave you a genuine smile.

you weren’t sure how he knew, but you heard edmund huff - only loud enough for you to hear, you were sure - before he began to shake his head, grumbling. 

“peter, would you mind showing her my room so she can change while i finish getting the snacks?” edmund asked, and you blinked in surprise. surely, he wasn’t doing what you knew he was? after a small questioning glance his way, he sent you a knowing look, before disappearing off into the kitchen.

peter stood, motioning for you to follow him. you did so, and only when you reached edmund’s room did you notice how awkward the silence lingering between the two of you had been. “thanks.” you said, and he nodded, turning to leave you. 

your heart dropped a bit, and you figured you might as well speak now rather than never. “you know..” you started, catching his attention. “from the way edmund speaks of you, i thought you’d be much more fun.” you pouted playfully, and you watched as peter’s entire demeanor changed.

“oh really? i didn’t expect my brother to speak so highly of me.” he fired back, and you smirked, leaning against the frame of edmund’s door.

“on occasion he does. though, now that you mention it, it is quite a rare occurrence.” you were having fun with this now, and peter seemed to think before slightly retreating backwards, his smirk falling to a frown.

“i hope he isn’t talking me up too much to his girlfriend.” he practically spat the last word, causing you to blink in thought. girlfriend? you took a minute to process, and suddenly everything made sense.

“-wait, do you think edmund and i are dating?!” your face morphed into one of mock disgust, and he frowned.

“you’re not?” his ears began to turn to a light pink shade, his confusion and embarrassment clear as day.

“no - he’s my best friend. i would trust him with my life if it came down to it, but i don't think i could ever see him as anything more than that.” you told him truthfully, and peter seemed to contemplate this for a moment.

“well, that’s good to know i suppose. makes me feel better.” he responded thoughtfully, and you quirked a brow.

“why’s that make you feel better exactly?” you quipped, and he smirked.

“i would’ve felt terrible fancying my brother’s girlfriend.” he winked, and without another word, turned and left you standing in edmund’s doorway, your thoughts running wild. you were sure by now you were blushing madly, and heard footsteps thundering up the steps shortly after.

“y/n, what the hell is taking you so long?” edmund huffed, and upon seeing your red cheeks and distant expression, he gave you a look. “hurry up, my brother isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. i’m sure you’ll get in his pants before you know it.” your jaw dropped open, and you reached inside his room, grabbing the nearest object - which happened to be a book - and throwing it at his head.

“it is a miracle i haven’t killed you yet, edmund pevensie.” you stated, going to close his bedroom door to finally change your drink-stained shirt.

“yes, yes. you love me. now hurry up, you’re taking forever.” you stuck your tongue out at him, and shut the door fully, a smile present on your face as you changed your clothes.

this wasn’t exactly the holiday season you were expecting, but you were suddenly very happy with how things turned out, and you were excited to see what would come next of your stay at the pevensie household. you did know one thing for sure - this was going to be a break you would remember forever, and you couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would have in store.

carving [newt]

word count: 1346

pairing: newt x reader (maze runner)

warnings: n/a

a/n: first maze runner imagine, let me know what you thought!

request:  Hi! How about a tmr Newt x reader where she carves her and his name into a tree somewhere in the deadheads and he finds it and it's just fluffy? Thx! (requested by @technolilly)

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being trapped in the glade was something you’d grown accustomed to. it wasn’t good, by any means, but it wasn’t necessarily bad either. there was always moments that you wished you were living a real life, with memories and all, but there were also times that you simply accepted your life as it is and pushed through with a smile. 

after two months inside the massive stone walls surrounding you, you had lost all hope of leaving and instead, found a strange sense of comfort in the glade. there was nothing that could be done to get you out, so you managed to come to terms with your situation; this was your home, and it always would be.

some greenies found themselves curious of what lies beyond the safety of the glade. most immediately tried to make a break for the opening sectors, only to be knocked down and warned otherwise. 

you however, had never once found yourself questioning what horrors were behind those walls. you’d been told by multiple people that it was a dangerous place, and that was that. you weren’t a curious person, so you accepted that answer and moved on with your life

today you were meant to be working with newt as a trackhoe today, but newt asked you first to collect some dirt in the deadheads as they had been running low and there wasn’t much else for you to do. you happily obliged; you loved spending time there. 

though some found it strange, it was your only escape from the mess that was your home. you got along with mostly everyone, though at times it was quite overwhelming and all you wanted to do was get away and have some time to yourself. the deadheads was the quietest place in the glade, so it only seemed fit.

you carried the basket deep into the woods, into the clearing in which you spent your free time. you didn’t necessarily have to go this deep in to get some simple fertilizer, though you knew newt was only looking for something to assign you and you were in no rush. your heart fluttered at the thought of him, a small smile creeping onto your face as you slid down the tree, leaning your back against it. 

you see, ever since you arrived in the glade, you and newt have been as close as could be. he was your best friend, hands down. you ate every meal together, and when he was assigned as a trackhoe, you spent every working day together making jokes and laughing (and working of course, he did have a responsibility as second in command). 

though you’d only been in the glade for a short amount of time, you began to have more than platonic feelings for your best friend. cliche, yes, but it was hard not to fall for someone who cares so much about you, especially when you had no recollection of anything from your past.

in a daze, you picked up a sharp stone and hazily began to carve his name into the tree. you took your time, carefully drawing each line with precision and delicacy, and underneath writing a small ‘+’ and your name underneath that. 

it took much longer than you anticipated, but as you leaned back to look at the final product, you smiled contently. you got up, figuring you should probably head back to the gardens. 

you skipped over to newt, a bright smile on your face as you pictured the perfectly carved picture indented in your favourite spot. newt saw you and smiled, before a confused expression crossed his features. “y/n, where’s the basket of fertilizer?” you looked down at your empty hands, blushing bright red when you realized you’d left it in the deadheads. 

you flashed newt a guilty smile, and he sighed, shaking his head with a small smile present on his features. “you are unbelievable. it’s almost lunch, you can just go help frypan serve everyone and i’ll go grab the basket.” you agreed, not thinking much of it, and making your way to the kitchens.

newt knew exactly where he was going; there was only one big clearing in the deadheads, and he knew you liked to spend your time alone there. he didn’t ever bother your space, though seeing as it was you and you were very simple-minded, there was no doubt in his mind that he would find the basket there. he pushed through the trees, stepping over countless branches before he arrived. he spotted the basket to the side of the clearing, already full and resting by a tree. 

he made his way over, picking up the basket, but something about the tree caught his eye. “strange.” he muttered, putting it down and moving to get a better look. ‘newt + y/n’ was engraved into the tree, and his breath hitched in his throat. you must’ve carved it when you came out here, because he was sure he would’ve seen that sooner if it had been there longer. 

a small blush rose to his cheeks as he scanned the perfectly carved wood, and the small hope you might’ve felt the same towards him, intensified. a sudden burst of courage ran through the boy, and he swiftly picked up the basket, making his way to the gardens, a newfound determination in his eyes.

you had finally served all the gladers their meals when newt walked in, making his way straight over to you. “can we eat outside?” he asked, slightly out of breath. you were slightly taken aback by the sudden question, but smiled and agreed nonetheless. you both grabbed your meals and made your way to the hammocks to sit. 

an awkward silence had fallen over you two, and you weren’t used to it. he had something to say, that much was obvious to you. you sat in hammocks across from each other, you looking at him expectantly. 

“is everything okay newt? you-” you started, but he was quick to interrupt you. 

“why did you carve our names into that tree in the deadheads?” you blinked, processing his question, before your cheeks heated up. 

“i, uh” you stuttered, not really knowing how to answer. newt was looking at you with something different in his eyes, an emotion you hardly recognized. 

“well?” he asked, impatiently. the red on your cheeks darkened, and newt took that as a good sign. he stood, putting his platter on the ground before making his way over to you, and without warning, pressed his lips to yours softly. you responded immediately, kissing back just as delicately, though you both expressed much passion through the kiss.

“why didn’t you just say something?” newt whispered, pulling back only enough to look you in your eyes. 

“why didn’t you?” you shot back, a challenging smirk present on your lips, despite the earlier embarrassment. 

“i suppose it doesn’t really matter now.” he started, “oh, and by the way, you look really cute when you’re blushing.” a boyish grin made its way onto his face, causing you to shove him gently. newt was quick to catch himself, leaning in to capture your lips once again. he had waited too long for this, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to waste this moment. 

you pulled back, “you know, alby is never going to let me work in the gardens again.” you laughed, and he only shook his head in laughter. 

“way to ruin the moment.” he grumbled, but he couldn't bring himself to be too angry with you. 

“well, we could stay here and keep kissing, or we could run now before someone catches us.” you pointed to the waves of boys exiting the kitchens, newt pouting. “come on, lover boy. we’ve got work to do.” you tugged gently on his hand, pulling him back towards the gardens. 

this may have been your last day working together, but you were going to make it count. you spent the rest of the day goofing off with newt, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.