Freedom 📖- An extremely traumatised woman finds herself tangled up in the lives of the Shelby's again and through John's love is able to find some peace. Though that peace can never last long.
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Accident - Fred finds out that the sneaking suspicions he had about you are true.
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Loving you Hurts - After spending years locked away in Azkaban, the man that you thought was the love of your life suddenly escapes, leaving you reeling as his potential reemergence into your life opens up old wounds and brings old friends back into your life. (Slight Remus Lupin X Reader also)
Haunted - Sirius had suspected that Y/N was hiding something from him and the rest of their friendship group ever since they'd gotten back from Christmas break, he just had no idea how bad that thing was.
Old Habit - You’re absolutely and utterly devoted to your fiancé; Sirius Black. It would all be perfect, if not for the old habit that seemingly can’t stop coming back to haunt you.
James Potter:
Unrequited - Whilst suffering from an eating disorder, the reader’s change in habits catch the attention of none other than James Potter - one of her best friend’s and unfortunately her crush.
Maze Runner
Newt:
Memory Games 📖 - A girl is sent into the Glade, lost and confused like everyone else but maybe even more so - having to deal with the peril of being the only woman in such a space, the hidden scars on her body, the gaps in her memories, and the fact that she even has any memories at all.
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Okay okay okay so imagine Reader is abducted by the separatists because she ( or nb reader ) is a very well loved member of the senate. So obviously Anakin goes to save her, but his idiot plan gets him captured as well so then it's up to Reader to talk her way out of this mess, get to her idiot boyfriend, free him and then both of them try to make it out alive. Bonus points for Obi-Wan looking very tired and sick of Anakin's ideas in the background. What do you think?
Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader ~ Rescue Operations?
Summary: After the Reader is captured by the Separatists, Anakin rushes to save her. When this doesn’t work out, the Reader has to get her and her boyfriend out of this mess.
Warnings: Language, whump, one scene where the Reader gets beat up, Reader is a badass, Anakin is completely in love with his badass girlfriend and we love that for him
Words: 3.8k
A/N: Catherine, my love!! I’m sorry this took me so long, I have nothing to say for myself other than my poor organization skills. But I’m obsessed with this request, I hope I did it justice <3
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You groaned as you opened your eyes and attempted to shake the drowsiness that seemed to cling to your very bones. You blinked, trying to get your bearings and remember what had happened. You were preparing for your speech at the Senate, trying to pass a peace treaty between the Republic and some smaller territories that were debating joining the fight against the Separatists. You’d been fighting for support for the treaty for months and you finally had the chance to give one last speech before the vote.
You’d been pacing in your Coruscant apartment, practicing the speech for your boyfriend a million times. After you finished your recitation, you exited the room, needing to get your notes that you’d seemed to misplace. So you went into your office and… nothing.
Why couldn’t you remember after that?! You opened the door to your office, walked inside, and…
You sighed as you came back to the present, leaning against the wall behind you and looking around. You were clearly in a cell of some sort and the Separatists were almost certainly behind this. You were still in your Senate attire, although it had been thoroughly scuffed up, and they’d taken your datapad and other communication devices. You felt around your boot and smiled. Your knife was still there. They must have assumed you wouldn’t be carrying a weapon to your speech and not done a thorough enough check. Whatever the reason, you were thanking the Maker it was still there.
Back in Coruscant, Anakin was walking the Temple halls in a crazed state. When you didn’t show up for your speech, he immediately panicked. He knew how important this treaty was for you and the entire Republic; you’d been going over it for forever and there is no way you’d just blow it off without telling anyone. The rest of the Senate was also concerned. You’d grown up in one of the poorer districts and, thus, had a sense of relatability and humility that most were drawn to. Whether or not they agreed with your policies, almost everyone could understand that you always kept the interest of the people at the forefront of your mind.
When Obi-Wan walked up to him with a ripped piece of your clothes and your scattered and crumpled notes, Anakin felt his heart drop.
“It was the Separatists. They must have knocked her out in her office and escaped through the vents.”
Upon seeing his absolutely heartbroken expression, Obi-Wan added, “We’ll get her back, Anakin. I promise.”
Anakin could only nod, ideas for a plan to save you already running round his head.
You’d been in this kriffing cell for four days now. Or maybe it was five? You were desperately trying to keep your wits about you but it was so hard; they brought you a tiny ration of food and water once a day and it was not near enough to keep your strength up. You’d spent your time trying to carve your way through the bars but your knife was no match and you quickly gave up, not wanting to dull the blade. You’d found a loose brick hidden around the floor and used the knife to cut it out, allowing you to hide your weapon under it on the off chance they searched you again.
You tried to think of a plan to escape but they hadn’t even opened your door yet. There was no way you could get out by yourself and, until someone came in that you could attack, it was pointless to even try. They kept you in complete darkness and silence, no way to tell how much time had passed aside from the daily rations. You assumed you were on a Separatist base but that proved unhelpful; they were widespread and the cell held no defining features of climate or location. You had tried calling out to see if anyone else was around. Each time, you were met with your own echo.
You stilled, hearing footsteps approach you. A Separatist guard opened your cell door, roughly pulling you out. You yelped, legs not cooperating after so long of sitting in the cramped cell. He led you into another room that was barely brighter than your own. Sizing up the guard, you felt fear creep in. No matter how hard you tried to banish your anxieties, knowing they’d only serve to lessen your already shaken focus, it was sometimes impossible.
“Tell us which planets are deserting.” He commanded.
You met his stare evenly, refusing to let your fear betray you. There was absolutely no chance you’d tell him anything. As soon as the Separatists learned which planets were thinking about joining the Republic, they’d send armies to wipe them out immediately. You refused to let that happen.
“Fine. Be that way.” The man pulled his fist back and sent it into your cheek, the impact sending sparks of pain throughout your entire body. He brought his foot up, kicking you in the gut and you fell harshly onto the floor. He grabbed you by your hair, hoisting up your body as if it were a ragdoll. You gathered your strength and spit in his face, enjoying the way his smug look disappeared. In retaliation, he slammed you into the wall, the impact making stars cloud your vision.
The man released you and you fell, your consciousness already starting to detach from your body. You tried to reason with yourself, hoping logic would aid you. This is a trauma response. I’m not going to die. My body can take this. I will black out, but I will wake up again. They’re not going to kill me. They need me alive. I’m not going to die. I’m not going to die. Somehow, the hardest part is this was banishing the thoughts of that beautiful boy from your head. You knew that if you allowed yourself to think of him, to fathom how he would blame himself should this be your end, you would give in.
Instead, you focussed on the physical pain you felt, on the rage you channeled to this guard. You hated how weak you felt, how exhausted you were. You allowed your mind to hone in on all the ways you could hurt this man, given you had your full strength. You let yourself hate yourself, appalled at how you couldn’t even fight back. With every punch he threw at you, you went further into your head, into the one place this man couldn’t touch. Eventually, your mind started spinning from dehydration, pain, and overexertion. All you could do was curl into a fetal position and hope it somehow stopped.
“What do you mean you’re going to find her?” Obi-Wan said, running after Anakin.
“It’s been days, Obi-Wan, days. There are only so many Separatist bases in the galaxy and Y/N’s on one of them.”
“Anakin, don’t you think they’ve planned for a rescue mission?! This is Senator L/N we’re talking about! And they took her right before the vote, this was clearly a thought-out attack, stop acting like it’s simple!”
“It is simple! Those Separatist assholes have Y/N. And it’s been days. What if she thinks we forgot about her? What if she thinks we’ve given up? They could be doing fucking anything to her and I’m not going to let her stay there for another minute!”
“Anakin-” Obi-Wan began but Anakin waved him off.
“I’m sorry, Master. But if the Council won’t do anything, I will.”
“Anakin, the Council is trying! They just don’t have enough troops right now to send a full rescue mission after one Senator. They just want a few more days, then some troops should be back from their missions and you can have your full battalion.” Obi-Wan took a breath and lowered his voice, empathy for his friend clear in his words. “I know you love her. I want her back, too, you know. I’ve grown quite fond of her; her friendship is quite dear to me. All I’m asking is you be careful and think this through.”
“Believe me, I have thought this through. I wouldn’t do anything to put her in danger, we both know that. And while a few days doesn’t seem like much to the Council, we’ve seen the harm these Separatists can inflict in far less. Listen, it might not be the strongest plan I’ve ever made but, if it’s between a semi-formed plan and none at all, the choice is already made.”
With that, Anakin jumped into his ship and took off into the night. Obi-Wan sighed, leaning his head into his palm. He knew how much you meant to him and he knew of Anakin’s frustration with the Council. They moved slowly, wanting to figure out every angle before jumping into a decision. While Anakin was a brilliant strategist, he tended to act impulsively when someone he loved was in danger. As Anakin traveled further and further from Coruscant, the older Jedi could only hope that the both of you returned home quickly and safely.
Anakin looked at his ship’s display and cursed when he realized he was low on fuel. He’d been piloting for hours and there was still no sign of you. He was searching out for you with the Force and, still, nothing. Finally, he felt a faint energy pulse through the Force. He followed it to what was supposed to be an old abandoned Separatist base, concerned by how weak your lifeforce felt.
He parked the ship and got out carefully, trying not to alert anyone to his presence. He pulled out his lightsaber but was careful not to ignite it. He saw an open door and ran through it, relief blinding him as he felt your energy grow stronger with each step he took. He turned the corner and saw a crumpled body on the floor of a tiny cell.
No, Anakin thought, it can’t be her.
Without thinking, Anakin ignited his lightsaber, wanting to use the light to discern if the figure was truly you. The noise bounced off the walls and startled you awake. He mentally cursed himself and instinctively turned off the saber, not missing the even louder noise it made with it turned off. He inwardly facepalmed, realizing if he hadn’t alerted the guards before, they sure as hell knew now.
You blinked groggily, wincing at your immense injuries and bruises. You remembered passing out while that asshole beat you and now you-
Wait, You thought, is that a fucking lightsaber?
You knew you must have heard it wrong, there’s no way the Council would have approved a relief mission this quickly. Further, there is no way it would consist of just one Jedi.
Suddenly, the lightsaber re-lit, illuminating your boyfriend’s face. His determined expression grew stronger as he noticed the 10 guards surrounding him and pointing their blasters directly at his head. You smiled. He could take out ten guards with his eyes closed. You called to him in shock, hardly believing your eyes. He looked at you and immediately widened his eyes as he saw a guard come up behind you and point a blaster directly at you from outside your cell.
“Lightsaber on the floor, Jedi, or the girl dies.” The guard growled.
He looked at you in anguish and you could tell he was already beating himself up for “messing up” your escape plan. You shook your head, hoping he understood your message: this isn’t your fault.
“Anakin don’t-” You couldn’t even finish the sentence before his weapon was on the floor. He put his hands on his head. As they grabbed him, you stood in helpless silence as they threw him in the cell beside you. They locked the doors and, once again, you were in darkness.
You desperately crawled to the edge of your cell, trying to reach out to him. He was doing the same and when you felt his fingertips against yours, you almost started sobbing. You weren’t alone anymore.
“You came for me.” Your voice was soft, disbelief lacing your words.
“Of course I did, my love.”
Then, as if everything finally registered in your brain, you reached out and tried to slap his arm. “Anakin, what about the Council? They’ll kill you when they realize you went on a rescue mission, alone, and without approval! Ani, the only thing keeping me going in here was knowing that you were safe! And now you’ve gotten yourself thrown right next to me, no weapons, no light, no food, no water, no escape! What the fuck are we going to do?!”
Anakin had opened and closed his mouth multiple times throughout your speech, trying to find a way to plead his case but was left without one.
“I just wanted to save you.” The grief in his voice made you sigh and take a step back. This was your Anakin you were talking about. Your safety was his priority, always. Besides, doing all this because he was afraid for you? You couldn’t possibly stay mad. You smiled, despite yourself. Anakin. You thought, slightly shaking your head.
“Fuck, I love you. Is it selfish that there’s a small part of me that’s glad you’re here with me?” You said, breaking the silence.
Anakin breathed out a sigh of relief, glad you weren’t upset with him anymore. “Not at all, my love. So long as it isn’t bad that my least favorite part of this is not being able to see or kiss you properly because of this damn darkness.”
You chuckled, lacing your fingers with his once again. “You wouldn’t want to see me right now.”
Anakin froze. “Y/N? What are you talking about?” His voice was serious, clipped. He knew you would try and make it seem less than it was. You winced, realizing there was no way to lie your way out of this one.
“Just what the Separatists would call aggressive negotiations, I presume.”
“How bad?”
“It’s fine, Ani, I promise. Let’s just focus on getting out of here, okay?”
Anakin took a deep breath, collecting himself. “Alright. But as soon as we get back you’re going to a medical droid.”
You groaned. “Anakin I hate-”
“I know you hate the medical droids. But that’s only because they always rat you out when you try and lie to me about the extensiveness of your injuries.”
“You lie about how bad your injuries are, too! Remember that one time you came back from Kamino?!”
Anakin laughed, despite himself. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“You were literally bleeding from the head! And you said, and I quote, ‘it’s just a scratch’” Every time you thought back to that day, you were incredulous.
“Alright, alright! Let’s just focus on getting out of here.”
“That’s my line!”
“Y/N,” He warned.
You smiled. Maker, you missed him. You honestly didn’t think that anyone else would have you laughing while you were beaten and captured.
“Okay. What’s the plan?” Anakin said, back to the matter at hand.
You lowered your voice, leaning toward his cell so you could talk without being heard. “I snuck a knife in with me and I’ve been able to keep it a secret. Now that you’re here, it might actually come in handy. The problem was that I couldn’t stab anyone because no one would come into the cell. I need you to get them here. Push them against the side of your cell, the one closest to me, and I’ll stab them. Then while they’re hurt, you run out, unlatch my cell, and we’ll go.”
“I’m dating a fucking genius!” You could just about hear the smile in his voice.
You smirked. All things considered, you were pretty proud of yourself.
“When do you want to do this?”
“They bring daily food and water rations in the morning, I think? I can’t exactly tell what time it is, they’ve kept it so dark and isolated. Regardless, the next time they come by I need you to get them in here. They normally just leave the food outside and push it under the door.”
Anakin could hear the disorientation in your words and wanted nothing more than to be able to see you, to be able to hold you and reassure you that it would all be alright.
“Okay, angel. Got it.”
“Anakin?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for coming to get me. It’s really good to hear your voice.”
“Always, my love.”
Both of you silenced when you heard those footsteps. You smiled for the first time as you heard them. We’re going to get out of here.
“Yeah, that’s a great idea, Y/N! This brick in here is loose!” Anakin announced loudly. You bit your cheek to suppress a smile as you watched Anakin catch the guard’s attention.
“What did you say, Jedi?!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Anakin responded, dramatically feigning innocence.
The guard huffed and you internally cheered as he roughly opened the door. He walked over to your boyfriend, keeping the blaster pointed at him. As soon as the guard’s attention shifted to the “loose” brick, Anakin used the force to knock the blaster out of his hand and push him against the wall of the cell where you slashed his Achilles tendons.
The guard howled in pain and you knew you had to work quickly if you were to get out of here before the rest of the Separatists found you. Anakin fumbled with the latch on your cell, the immense darkness making it difficult. Finally, he got it open and ushered you out. The both of you took off in a run and he gripped your hand with his metal one as you did so.
You immediately stopped as you felt his hand roughly pulled from yours.
“We’ve got you now, Skywalker” The guard said.
“Y/N, you ready?”
You blinked, unsure what he was referring to. Then, you heard an object whipping through the air and on instinct shot your hand out, catching it. You ignited Anakin’s lightsaber that he had summoned to you with the Force, it’s signature buzz making you feel powerful beyond words.
The light caught you off guard and you squinted until your eyes adjusted. You saw Anakin held back by two guards. Hearing faint footsteps, you took off in a run. Anakin ducked as you swung wildly, hitting and taking out both guards.
“You done holding us up?” You said, extending your hand toward him once more and passing him his lightsaber.
Anakin smiled, accepting it. “My sincerest apologies.”
You both ran, hand-in-hand, until you finally made it to the exit.
“What?” You said, as Anakin stopped abruptly and looked at you, panicked.
“The ship! It’s out of fuel!”
“It’s what?!”
“I-” Anakin and you stared at each other, flickers of doubt coming into your gaze. You can’t believe that you’d been able to escape for nothing.
“Anakin! Y/N!”
You whipped your head around at the sound and were met with another ship a few meters down, Obi-Wan piloting it.
“Well? Are you coming, or what?” You and Anakin looked at each other in shock before taking off in a sprint, one guard now close behind you.
He started shooting and Anakin pulled out his lightsaber, deflecting some of the shots. As he focused on that, you pulled your knife back out of your boot and sent it flying into the guard’s chest, effectively stopping his pursuit.
Anakin smirked at you, awestruck. You shrugged before jumping into the ship, extending your arm to Anakin and helping to pull him up with you. You entered and immediately leaned against the wall of the ship, relief coursing through you. You laughed and Anakin joined in. He immediately pulled you into him, kissing you hard.
He broke away from the kiss, looking at you with adoration. “You are a fucking badass!! You’ve never even held a lightsaber and between that and your fucking tiny knife you took out four guards!! I didn’t even get any! I’m not going to lie, Y/N, I’m a bit jealous.”
You laughed, leaning into him but wincing. As the adrenaline wore off, your pain was suddenly quite palpable. He noticed and pulled back, scanning your face and body.
His smile fell as the extent of your injuries sunk in. Your busted cheek, scratched face, and ripped clothing that exposed some of your many bruises across your torso and limbs were overwhelming.
“You kids alright in there?” Obi-Wan said, walking in from the cockpit. His smile died on his face as well as he took in your form.
“I’m alright, guys. It’s not as bad as it looks.” You said dismissively.
“That doesn’t look like nothing!” Anakin shot back.
Obi-Wan looked at you apologetically. “Anakin’s right, Y/N. Please, rest. We’ll be back to Coruscant soon.”
Coruscant! The Senate! “My speech!! Fuck, I had to present my speech! I’ve been gone, what, a week? They’ve probably already voted, Kriff.”
Obi-Wan shook his head. “They decided to suspend the vote until you were back, Senator. They truly care for you and your policies.”
Your heart swelled at Obi-Wan’s words. You looked into Anakin’s eyes and saw that he agreed with the statement full heartedly. He took your hand and gently ran his thumb up and down its back.
“Rest, my love.” He whispered to you, coaxing you to lie down on the coach and pulling off his Jedi cloak. He wrapped it around you as a makeshift blanket, smiling as you pulled it closer to you and drifted off.
Obi-Wan walked up to Anakin and placed his hand on his shoulder. “Let’s leave her be, okay?”
“I don’t want her to wake up when I’m not here.”
The elder Jedi nodded in understanding. “She’s exhausted, she won’t awaken until we get back to the temple, I assure you. And if she does, you’ll just be in the other room.”
Anakin looked at you once more before smoothing the hair back from your face and gently placing a kiss on your forehead. He let his palm run down your cheek before he finally pulled himself away and walked into the cockpit with Obi-Wan.
“So, how did you plan pan out?”
Anakin looked at his former Master, unamused. “I think you already know. How’d you know to come get us, anyway?”
“Well, when you didn’t come back or even attempt to contact the Council for over a day I assumed something had happened. I tracked your ship.”
Anakin nodded. “If not for Y/N, we’d probably both be dead.”
Obi-Wan laughed. “I heard! Four guards?! You’ve found yourself a good one.”
Anakin smiled. No words were needed, everyone knew that was completely and utterly true.
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Your boyfriend always leaves things far too late. Trigger warning for mentions of abandonment and an eating disorder. Based off this request.
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Imagine your boyfriend not realising that you have an eating disorder until it’s too late…
...Rafe is completely oblivious to anything being wrong at first. It's not that he's not obsessed with you, but he's also obsessed with a lot of other things; motorbikes, partying, cocaine, gambling and finding his father’s gold just being some of the things to make up that list.
...He only begins to suspect that you're hiding something a few months into your decline, when your antisocial behaviour spikes along with the rate of your flesh decreasing. It’s alarming when all of the pieces suddenly start to fit together in his head - pieces that he’d been ignoring for far too long. He tries to bring his concerns up, but you've drifted so far apart by this point that it's impossible to get a straight answer out of you.
…In a panic, Rafe realises that he's left it too late and in a desperate rushed effort to fix things, tries to put together a romantic date - but then an unexpected hiccup arises and he suddenly disappears. He has to continue the hunt for his father's treasure and leaves no explanation except for a poorly scribed note left on your front porch. It reads "Be back soon, important business, sorry, love you." You find it hours after it’s been left, having been waiting for him at the restaurant where he told you to go. Your eyes are almost too blurred to read it by that point, and you throw it in the bin with a scream of frustration.
...The entire time that he's away on his adventure, Rafe can't stop thinking about you, even in the most dangerous moments his mind slips back to your face. In the snippets of time that he's completely alone, he worries out loud to try to relieve some of the pressure from his brain. He mutters that he's scared for what you might do to yourself and that he has a horrible feeling in his gut. He tries to call you from a payphone in the middle of nowhere, but you don't pick up.
...As soon as he arrives back in the Outer Banks he races to your home. He calls your name and bangs his fists against your front door until you finally swing it open; your face wet and your eyes wide in disbelief. In the time that Rafe's been away you've gone through cycles of severely hating to then severely missing him, and your eating disorder has gotten even worse. He almost doesn't recognise you for a few seconds; your unhealthy appearance so shocking.
He can only gasp the words "What have you done to yourself?" as the apology he's been practicing flies from his head, and he’s completely heart-broken when you respond "What are you talking about?" like there isn't an obvious change to your appearance.
Rafe shakes his head with the awful disbelief that his worst worries were true and looks at you with eyes full of sorrow before sighing "We've got to get you help, baby. I should've tried sooner. I'm so sorry" which only makes you more frustrated.
You cross your shaking arms and scowl "I don't need your help. I've been completely fine whilst you've been gone for the past.. how long? Three months - without a word. I sat waiting at that restaurant for you like an idiot!"
Rafe grimaces and regrets leaving more than ever. He steps forward and pulls you into a hug despite your stiffness, relieved that the smell of your hair hasn't changed even if your body has. You feel almost like a cloud in his arms.
"I'm sorry. I had to leave. I had to... But I'm here now."
You push back against his embrace and struggle to free yourself from his arms whilst hissing "Well go back to wherever you were! Go back to your stupid friends and your fucking drugs! You don't get to just pick me up and put me down when you feel like it!" Your balled up fists hit his chest so weakly that he's unsure if there's any actual force put into them, but from the red frustration knitting your face into a tight scowl he figures that you at least intended to shift his position slightly.
All that Rafe can think to do is to carry on holding you, feeling much needed relief from your touch despite your justifiable anger. He lets you push against him until you quickly tire yourself out and give in, unable to hold up your front anymore as you burst into tears against his chest.
“I never meant to make you feel like this.” He whispers and holds you tighter, taking another deep inhale of your head and then adding “I love you. You’re worth more than any pile of gold to me.”
You don’t reply - partially because you’re struggling to breathe through your now untethered sobs but also because you hate to give in so easily. You only speak again a short while later after being tucked into your bed; looking up at Rafe with pained, blurry eyes as he climbs under the sheets beside you.
“Where the hell have you been?”
It comes out so hoarsely that it’s barely audible, but Rafe’s ear picks it up with a twitch that almost feels sharp. He sighs before resuming his previous hold on you, needing to feel you in his arms and be able to smell your scent until he himself is grounded again.
“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you tomorrow. But for now all you need to know is that I’m not leaving again - not without you.. and not until you’re better… You were all that I could think about every single day.”
“I find that hard to believe.” Your voice is still hoarse, though less shaken. Rafe hates how fragile you sound - even in your attempt to stubbornly argue back as you used to.
“Which part?” He replies, stroking the top of your hand with his long fingers.
You whisper “All of it” and another rock is added to the weight in his stomach.
Rafe presses his lips to the crown of your head, holds them there for a moment and then looks into your eyes - which are even more impressively emotive than he’d remembered them as - before he speaks again.
“Well I guess I’ll have to prove it to you then. But I promise - I swear on my mum’s grave, Y/N - that I love you. I really do.”
And for that evening - perhaps due to your exhaustion- you don’t require any more explanation, only the satisfaction and safety of being in Rafe’s arms again.
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A dark Maze Runner romance between a very damaged girl and our soft boy Newt. With trigger warnings for self harm, abuse, assault, PTSD, mentions of suicide and general violence. Also written in the style of multiple POVs.
"All that was clear was that they were all boys - all of them - and it filled me with even more dread, instinctually defensive and fearful of the opposite sex. Even if I couldnt remember anything specific about where I'd come from, I knew that men were dangerous."
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*Angel’s POV*
It was a week after I'd gotten high with Newt and Zart and my mind still kept wandering back to the conversation Newt and I had had. The quiet one about relationships, about how I could be with someone if I really wanted to be. I couldn't help but wonder if Newt had been talking about himself when he mentioned it to me.
Or if maybe, he really was just a great friend. He'd also said that some of the boys secretly get together, so was he included in that category? Maybe that was why we'd gotten so close, because he wasn't even in the slightest attracted to me.
I doubted that though, not having picked up on any energy like that from him. And besides, I did feel that he occasionally flirted with me, though I wasn't too certain. The memory that I felt he was in couldn't mean nothing - had he been wondering about that too? I wished I could put the memory into his head so that he could see it too, then maybe the answer would suddenly become clear.
My pondering was cut off by a lad rushing into the Medhut with a bleeding hand, his other hand gripping the wound tightly. I quickly recognised him as Patrick - the slicer that I'd bumped into on my first day - and he shot me a half smile before placing his fist onto the table.
"Chopped my finger off." He grimaced, a surprising level of calm to his voice. "Filthy knife too, someone clean this thing - please."
Clint and I shot into action, pacing over to inspect the injury and seeing that he had in fact cut off the top half of his pointer finger. It was bleeding heavily and his skin was going white - I could see that he was on the verge of fainting.
"Where's the comfy chair?" I shot to Jeff and he instantly read my mind, dragging it out and placing it behind the boy.
"This is gonna hurt." Clint warned before squeezing the antiseptic cream onto the wound.
Patrick let out a pained hiss, gritting his teeth so hard I thought they might break, and then fell onto the chair, his eyes rolling back and then squeezing shut. I ran him a glass of water and grabbed a sugar biscuit whilst Clint started to close up the wound.
A short while later and he was all patched up and walking again, thanking us for the help before he went on and continued with his day, much to the amusement of Jeff and I.
"Nice boy, and tough as nails." Jeff mused to which I saw Clint shoot a jealous glance.
I giggled at the exchange.
"Yeah, sucks about his finger though."
"He's far from the only boy to be missing one around here."
Clint placed a discreet hand onto Jeff's waist and it sent me back to my questions about Newt.
"Can I ask you guys something?"
"Sure." They both answered, looking slightly perplexed.
"This might sound insane but.. is Newt... into guys?"
Clint's eyes widened whilst Jeff burst out laughing.
"Are we that obvious?" Jeff chuckled, his partner looking horrified.
"No- No not at all." I answered quickly, trying to calm Clint's obvious panic. "But to me.. yeah I can see it. I think most of the lads here are too stupid to be honest."
"Yeah they are." Jeff agreed amusedly before adding more seriously "And no, Newt is not gay. Maybe a little curious but isn’t everybody… and can you really not see?"
"See what?"
"He's head over heels for you! And you so clearly are for him. I don't get why you two don't stop this 'friends only' clunk and just jump on each other already!"
I couldn't help but blush, rapidly blinking as I processed his words. Was it that obvious that I liked Newt? And was it true that he liked me too? How could Jeff know?
"I don't know if Newt would want me to jump on him." I forced out a chuckle, suddenly anxious. "Don’t tell anyone- obviously, but he's been sleeping in my bed and hasn't made any moves."
The two boy's jaws dropped open at that admission.
"Sleeping? In your bed?" Jeff gasped. "How on earth have I not heard about this already?"
"Well we've been keeping it secret. He sneaks in quite late sometimes." I answered.
"That boy is so smitten. He's never been one to break rules." Clint grinned. "And you say that nothing has happened between you two? Absolutely nothing at all?"
"Nothing. I mean we cuddle, but does that count as something?"
"His self control never fails to impress me." Jeff turned to Clint with a teasing smile who playfully hit his shoulder in response.
"I'm being serious, do you think Minho or Ben, or even you if you swung that way, would be able to resist laying a kiss on our girl Angel if given the chance to be that close?"
"Probably not. Can't imagine any of the lads would." Clint answered with a grin.
"So Newt doesn't like me then?" I deduced.
Jeff quickly shook his head, leaning closer to me and taking on a more serious tone.
"That's not what we're saying at all. We’re saying he really likes you. He’s a gentleman. He obviously just respects you a lot and is probably too scared to make a move. I mean, he's risking getting his ass beat by Alby just to sleep in your bed and not even getting his rocks off. Trust me when I say it - that boy likes you."
I felt a smile crawl onto my lips at Jeff's answer, though it also brought a pang of anxiety into my gut. Did that mean that I would have to be the one to make the first move? And would it even be worth it to do so? It wasn't like we could have a real relationship in here. We'd have to keep it hidden - and I could get Newt into so much trouble. Would it be better to just keep things as they were now? My mind raced with different worries and questions, and I supposed that it was visible on my face as Jeff gently patted my arm and smiled.
"But hey, we're going to be here for a long time. There's no rush for you to make a move."
“Wait for the next batch of Gally’s recipe and maybe he will." Clint snorted, and then sighed with a tone of amusement "I can't believe he's been sleeping in your bed. That dumb, lovestruck boy."
For the rest of the day, I was unable to think of anything but my conversation with the two med-jacks. Even when Patrick came back into the room, having found the removed end of his finger, and requested that we reattach it - which we did - I was hardly able to speak to him. No casual conversation or banter came to my mind, instead all there was was Newt. His tender touches to the bruises on my neck and the depth of his chocolate eyes.
I thought of the different ways that I could 'make my move' - from just outright confessing my confusing feelings to giving him a kiss on the lips after he cuddled in tight to me. But none of them felt like good ideas; too weird or too risky, and so I decided against it, reminding myself of Jeff's statement that 'there was no rush'.
When I finally saw Newt at dinner, I watched him differently with the knowledge that at least Clint and Jeff thought he liked me. Usually, his stare seemed only slightly protective, more authoritative than anything, but now it felt stronger and more intense - like he was trying to read my mind. I was glad that he couldn't, particularly when his hand brushed against mine and all I could think about was the size of them. How I wanted his strong fingers wrapped around mine, or more shamefully how I wanted them inside of me. I shuddered at the thought.
I wondered if Newt ever thought about me in that way. If he did, then surely it would be in bed when he was beside me. Surely I would feel it. Unless he really had as much self control as Jeff and Clint seemed to think he had.
When he eventually joined me in bed, long after it had gotten dark, I was relieved as usual by his presence. His grassy scent and strong arms were an aphrodisiac that instantly made me feel more relaxed.
"Patrick's bloody grateful about his finger. Heard you did quite a fine job." Was the first thing he said, his voice pleased and soft in my ear.
"Well it's not going to be properly healed for a while yet. He really ought to avoid using that finger at all." I replied, wriggling comfortably against his warm chest.
"The boy's mad. He'll probably lose it again before it has a chance to heal."
"For shuck's sake."
"Don't stress about it darling. You and the wonder duo will be able to patch it right back up. And if not, then he's lost half a finger. That's his problem."
I chuckled lightly at that and nodded, though the use of the word 'darling' did temporarily short circuit my brain. It never used to, but now that I felt there might be some meaning behind it, it affected me differently. Was I really his darling?
"I must say, although you've certainly added to the magic of the med-hut, I'm still a bit gutted that you didn't choose to be a track-hoe. Could've done with you out there too." He continued.
"You don't need me out there. You boys have got a good system in place already."
"Might not need you but we really want you." He murmured and I let out a small gasp at that, blushing at the thought that popped into my head.
"Not like that! You bloody pervert." Newt chuckled, his arm tightening around me. "It's just.. you're funny, and you're smart. You're nice to be around, Angel, whether you see that or not."
I wasn't sure how to respond, grateful for his compliment but also stuck on the suggestion that he didn't want me 'like that'. My mood suddenly didn't feel so light, uncertainty bouncing around my head again. An unintentional sigh left my lips as I breathed out "Thanks."
Newt didn't seem to notice my mood change, luckily, and if he did he just accounted it as tiredness.
"Any time." He responded, and I could hear the smile on his lips. "Goodnight, Angel."
"Goodnight."
I drifted to sleep pretty quickly after that, perhaps more tired than I'd realised, but I wasn't asleep for very long. It seemed that I was experiencing the confusing flash of broken memories again, though these ones were more clear than my previous ones, and much more troubling.
Three boys sneaking out of a window with me - one of them holding a glass bottle tightly with a pleased grin on his face. I instinctively knew that he'd stolen it from the leaders in lab coats, and I felt my arm tickle where my tattoo was - though it wasn't there yet. Two of the boys I knew that I recognised, but their faces were blurs of colour, like looking at an image through muddy water.
Our group getting caught but the third, entirely unknown boy getting away with it somehow. A man shouting at us and using the now empty bottle as a weapon, smashing it against the head of one of the boys and then slashing the chest of the other, becoming more enraged when neither of them made a sound in response. I hissed something, though I wasn't sure what, and it caught his attention. His mouth was all I could see; grinning sinisterly, and then suddenly I was being held down by him whilst the boys shouted, held down by their own constraints. But before I could learn what he did to me, or properly process the voices of the boys, the memory changed.
Watching something from a control room - being forced to do so. It wasn't clear at first, multiple screens displaying a fuzzy image, but then the sound of a terrified scream reached my ears and I somehow instinctively knew that it belonged to a friend... to Minho. My fingers tightly gripped a plastic arm of an uncomfortable chair and my heart jumped into my throat. Seconds later, a monster became visible on a monitor - unlike anything I'd ever seen before. The space on my foot where my 'RUN' tattoo would be burnt. The creature was a horrifying mix of flesh and metal, sickening to look at it, and it was chasing Minho relentlessly whilst a lab coat gleefully reminded me that "This was my fault."
The next vision I saw started with the bowl of a toilet. It's insides were splattered orange and red, and before I could look around to inspect the rest of the room, there was more acidic colour coming from my mouth. A considerably thicker amount of red came up this time, my whole body lurching forward as it did, and the smell that hit my nose was more coppery than I expected, alerting me to the fact that I was in fact throwing up blood and seemingly a lot of it. "What the fuck have they given her?" A panicked voice came from beside me and I knew who it belonged to even before I felt their warm hand on my back. "It's okay my angel. Alby's going to get someone." Newt cooed softly as he gently rubbed my back. "Those fucking bastards. They're awful but they won't let you die, I promise. My beautiful girl." Another spurt of colour shot from my mouth, twisting my gut as it did, and then I was suddenly being harshly lifted from my crouched position by a masked man. He was clearly ignoring the protesting shouts from the people around him, most recognisably from Newt and Gally but I even heard a girl's in there too. "They'll pay for this one day. Just hold on."
*Newt’s POV*
I was shaken awake from a pleasant dream, my vision blurry and brain confused as I stepped from the comfortable boundaries of rest and into the waking world. Had I overslept again? Shit. In a moment of slight panic, I blinked a few times and stretched my arms, ready to leap from bed and start the day. But then I noticed that there wasn't the comfort of a soft body against mine nor the light of the morning sun. In fact, it was almost pitch black apart from an unfamiliar twinkle in the eyes in front of me - a pair of eyes that I had become extremely familiar with.
Angel looked scared - more than scared, she looked mortified. I had seen no true crack in her brave front since her second day in the Glade when Jackson cornered her, from that moment on she had seemed as fearless as even Alby - even when Nick attacked her. This had to mean that something bad had happened - perhaps something truly horrendous.
My heart jumped into my throat, envisioning that one of my worst fears had come true again - someone had hurt her - but before I could ask what was wrong, the girl spoke.
"I had more memories- bad ones. Th-They did such bad things. To all of us. A-And Minho- poor Minho. They tortured him. Be-Because of me!"
As she choked on her words, I realised that she was crying and I quickly pulled her into a hug, shushing her as I tried to process exactly what she was saying.
"Woah, woah. Sssh. Slow down, darling. It's alright. You're safe now. We all are." I whispered, feeling her body shake against mine.
"Y-You looked after me. And Alby. A-And Gally. And some girl! Th-They made me sick. Really sick! Wicked did!.. Oh but Minho! It was awful! This monster- it was the w-worst thing I'd ever seen!" She continued to cry, gripping me like she would fall if she let go.
"Hey, hey. It's alright now though. We're all alright. It was just some bad memories. Take some deep breaths. You're safe, darling." I cooed quietly, rubbing her back with one of my hands whilst the other remained on her waist.
She pulled away slightly, just by a few inches, and I could see her face again as she followed my instruction and tried to control her breathing. I hated to think it, but she looked magnificent with a wet face. There was something innocent and vulnerable about it, like a doe caught in headlights. Her fat, pouting bottom lip, the spreading redness of her nose and cheeks, the shine in her big, brown, sparkly eyes. I didn't wish to see it more often, but I did wish that I could keep the image perfectly engraved into my psyche.
Maybe I had been staring too intensely, because her expression suddenly changed. She swallowed as she finally caught her breath and furrowed her brows, then she shook her head - like she was answering a question to herself - and then suddenly, she leaned in close. So close that our lips almost touched. My breath caught in my throat. Was she.. going to kiss me?
She hovered there for a second before finally closing the gap and burying her lips into mine, the pink cushions feeling even more plush than I'd imagined. I was shocked - too shocked to respond - but when she pulled away with a look of upset on her face, I felt control of my body suddenly return to me and I, somewhat automatically, held the back of her neck and pushed her back onto me, syncing my lips with hers like the gears of a well oiled machine.
She tasted like flesh but in a way that I couldn't describe. More tasty and sweet than I would've thought possible. And the wet inside of her mouth was warm and inviting, creating a vacuum as I pressed myself tightly to her.
It was all I had wished for and more. As cliche as I'd hoped - fireworks exploding in my belly and my mind going blank. My left hand started to slip upwards so that it was running through her thick hair whilst my right hand gripped her waist slightly tighter, but then before I could deepen the contact any further she pulled away, looking up at me and breathing deeply as she did.
Her face was still damp and I realised that some of her tears had rubbed off onto my face too, leaving tiny patches of slight coldness contrasted heavily to the heat I felt on my lips. I wanted to move a hand to touch my lips, to feel the trace of where hers had touched, but then I registered that she was in fact still actually in my hands and a grin spread across my face uncontrollably.
She smiled too, though her face still looked like a vulnerable doe and a collection of droplets hung from her eyelashes. Her expression was hard to pin point - edging between emotional distance and extreme concentration in a way that I couldn't quite understand.
Should I have done that? Was wrong that I'd kissed her back when she so clearly wasn't in an excellent state of mind? Had I taken advantage?
"Are you okay?" I finally spoke, my hands slowly removing themselves from their positions on her body.
She took a moment to answer, swallowing and nodding to herself again before quietly saying "I will be."
"Are you sure?" I asked and then quickly amended "I mean- not that you won't be. But do you want to talk?"
She looked around the room with a dissociated expression.
"I- I don't know. The dream was so bad, but that was... so nice." She blushed. "I think- I think we might've been together... before all of this."
Then she lowered herself so that she was lying down in the bed again, a yawn leaving her mouth before she continued. Her eyes had almost dried by this point, though her face was still red and her tone was still distant.
"I'll tell you everything I saw in the morning... it was so bad, I- I don't want to dream of it again."
I slipped back down the bed and resumed my previous position of laying beside her, slowly snaking my arm underneath her torso and wrapping it around her.
"Well hopefully you'll just be dreaming of that kiss now, aye darling?" I grinned and could practically feel the heat radiating from her face. "I know I will."
She chuckled lightly and buried her face into the pillow.
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Gryffindor JJ who…
...Seems simply unable to follow the dress code; strutting around with his shirt untucked, tie usually hanging loosely or wrapped around his head, and his hoodie on underneath his robes. In the warmer months, he undoes the top half buttons of his shirt and walks around with his chiseled chest exposed - and it drives you crazy.
...Is a skilled beater on the Gryffindor quidditch team despite how often he misses practice - much to the annoyance of the rest of his team. He loves doing dangerous stunts; swerving and dropping in ways that make your heart skip a beat. His best friend John B is a chaser and the captain of the team, and in severe arguments before has threatened to kick JJ off the team for his lack of effort - although he never does.
...Struggles to pay attention in most of his classes except for Care of magical creatures and Defence against the dark arts - which he's both incidentally very good at. He loves the dangerous creatures; feeling a connection to them, and vents his frustrations with practicing hexes at magic dummy’s - sometimes imagining them to be members of the rival Slytherin team, his father, or even your ex.
...Starts paying attention in Charms just to learn sweet spells that he knows you will enjoy, such as one that blooms a bouquet of flowers out of a single petal and another one that conjures bluebirds who sing a specific tune for you. Over time, he develops a genuine knack for it - especially once he realises how good charms are for pranks.
...Has a pet niffler that is constantly going missing and then reappearing with stolen goods. JJ names it Scrappy and as much as you adore the little creature, you often scold JJ for not keeping a closer eye on it. It's a miracle that it hasn't been caught by the caretaker yet, and although you often find inconspicuous ways to return items, you worry that it's only a matter of time until JJ gets caught.
...Alongside the help of Scrappy, JJ has another secretive hustle of sneaking items around Hogwarts - only these are lucrative and forbidden items, and usually snuck into the castle using one of the secret tunnels. All of JJ's closest friends are in on the hustle - some more than others - and when JJ eventually takes you to the hidden, smuggling entrance, you kiss for the first time - realising that the blonde haired firecracker must really trust you to show you the place, and therefore perhaps you could trust him.
...Hosts crazy parties whenever given even the slightest excuse to do so. Even if Gryffindor lose a match (which rarely happens), he's smuggling bottles of Firewhisky, and anything else he can get his hands on, into the tower. If he's feeling like the night should be bigger than just the capacity of the common room, he's been known to be able to access a version of the Room of Requirement solely set up for partying.
...In the early morning hours beyond the noise of these gatherings, can usually be found smoking a blunt on the astronomy tower, or asleep on the rug in front of the fireplace in the common room. Some of your favourite times are the ones spent with him in these places, with his arm wrapped around you and either the blessing of the beautiful sky or the warm fire encompassing you.
…Isn’t able to completely escape his tumultuous home life even when he’s in the Wizarding World. His alcoholic, muggle father very rarely contacts him, and when he does it’s always trouble. When JJ's stressed or overwhelmed, he'll curl up against you, rest his head in your lap, and let you run your fingers through his hair. You whisper lines of soothing comfort whilst he stares blankly at nothing - remaining uncharacteristically silent as he collects himself.
…Because of this estrangement, usually spends his holidays at John B’s house, although after a short while of being your boyfriend that becomes your house. Romantic summer evenings are spent together; whether you manage to sneak off and disappear into each others arms or end up practicing quidditch with your friends in some far away field, JJ is always happy to spend his holidays with you. When he struggles with thoughts of his own home, you remind him that he’ll always be welcome at John B’s, Kie’s, Pope’s and yours
…Isn’t the most natural romantic and struggles to plan proper dates - usually just acting off pure impulse. He does however regularly sneak you into the Forbidden Forest at all hours of the night - sometimes to spot rare creatures, but usually to smoke a blunt and get a rare chance of privacy. The trees have bore witness to multiple orgasms from you both - which is somewhat of an inside joke to the pair of you.
…Whilst experimenting with a fresh batch of new smuggled potions, accidentally takes a large gulp of something he later sells as ‘Viagra drops’. The potion makes him painfully hard and he is embarrassed to have to beg you for relief. You on the other hand, are amused and even slightly aroused to see him so desperate - his lips pulled beneath his teeth and a very visible lump straining at the material of his trousers.
...Despite his skill in defensive spells, is known for using classic muggle methods to win a fight. He's not afraid to throw a punch and sometimes even prefers it over a spell. You see this up front and personal on the night of the Yule Ball when your ex drinks too much and refuses to leave you alone, following you out onto the castle grounds without realising that JJ was in close pursuit. If the bloody and beaten man had snitched, you’re certain that JJ would've been expelled.
…Always provides you with a rotation of his wardrobe to wear; liking how his sweaters hang from your frame like a parachute, and the sight of his name written across your back when you wear his quidditch jerseys. You like the safety that being in his clothes brings you, and how they always carry his scent of firewood, broomstick wax and ferns.
…Holds you when you’re having panic attacks and grounds you by telling you fantastical stories of all of the gnarled and unique dragons he wants to work with, and how he would slay any one of them to rescue you.
