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50 and 42 with Lucifer :)
Devil May Care
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Warnings - Murder, dead body.
Prompts - 42 - “Look, I haven’t slept in twenty four hours, I got fired, and almost got shot today. I’m in no mood for your shit” & 50 - “Don’t give me that puppy dog face.”
Being a detective was a difficult job, you always knew there was that large chance you could die on the job but you still did it because somebody had to. You wanted to help people and make sure that the criminals were punished, it was one of the many reasons Lucifer had started to orbit closer to you. It’s not that you didn’t like Lucifer, the guy was actually pretty nice once you got past the whole Lucifer persona but sometimes he interfered with you work, wanting to skip ahead to the punishing aspect of the job and not, say, the paperwork aspect of it.
Sometimes on the job there wasn’t enough evidence to tie a criminal to the crime but you knew they were guilty. The case you were currently working on, and the case that Lucifer had wormed his way into, was a shooting that you were convinced linked with a gang you had spent months looking into, if you were right then this would be your big break. You received a call early in the morning calling you in, it was a short ride to the scene of the crime and definitely not what most people would want as a morning wake up.
The victim had, clearly, been shot but there were other injuries on his body. You saw Ella with her camera assessing the wounds as you made you way over to her.
“Got anything yet?” You asked her, taking in the scene as you did. You were in the Willowbrook area, some back alley that was perfect for a shooting.
“Hey, morning! Yeah actually, so the victim’s name is Reggie Sanchez, he’d just turned 19 a few days ago and as you can see the victim was shot, I’d put time of death at around 4:28AM.” You registered the information she had given you as you crouched down next to the body, eyebrows knitting together as you felt something wasn’t right but you couldn’t place your finger on it. Something about this murder seemed familiar.
“So cause of death was the bullet? What about the other injuries?” You asked, gesturing to the bones that were popping out of the young man’s legs and the carved out chunks of skin on his arms and chest. “Whoever wanted him dead really wanted him to suffer.”
“That’s what I thought but turns out these wounds and broken bones, not done until after he was dead. See the cuts, the blood pattern is different to how it’d be if he was alive.” That’s when it hit you, you knew exactly who was responsible for the death of Reggie Sanchez. The gang you were looking into used this method of death when someone betrayed them or wanted out. Before you could say anything you were interrupted.
“Ah Detective Y/L/N, Miss Lopez. Beautiful day for a murder!” Whilst Ella welcomed Lucifer warmly you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, taking a deep breath you stood and turned to face the uninvited Devil.
“Lucifer what are you doing here?” He turned to look at you with a wide smile and God, how were he and Ella so damn happy this early in the morning.
“Well Detective Y/L/N, I’m a civilian consultant so I’m here to assist. That and I enjoy spending time with you.” You liked Lucifer, you really did, but this was your first, and maybe last chance for a long time, to catch ‘The Men’. Creative name for a gang who consisted of, as the name would suggest, only men, sexist men at that. The only time a woman is even near the gang is for sex. They were sneaky and their operation ranged from drug dealing to murders. You had first discovered them when somebody had been shot in broad daylight, the victim staying alive long enough to tell you he wanted out of the gang but they refused.
“Lucifer as much as I appreciate you wanting to help, this case is really important and I need a partner who is going to stick with me for the whole case, not just someone who comes and goes when it gets interesting.” The thought of dealing with Lucifer going off on his own after The Men after you’d spent so long tracking them filled you with dread. At least he had the nerve to look guilty.
“Y/N, I promise you have my full attention on this case. I’ll follow your lead. Devil’s word.” You debated it for a few moments before giving in, maybe Lucifer could be of some help.
“Fine, fine, but the moment you stray you’re off the case.” He quickly agreed and before long you were finished at the crime scene and heading back to the lab to go over facts whilst waiting to see if forensics found anything, not that you thought they would considering you knew their work and it seemed they knew how to hide any scrap of evidence that linked back to them.
“So, I think that this was a hit by The Men, a gang that know how to commit crimes without leaving prints. As far as I can tell they smuggle drugs in and sell them as well as murder. So far I’ve seen four murders, not including this one, that look like they could link to the gang, same injuries, same bullet type. I even managed to talk to a victim before he died, he wanted out of the life but they weren’t having it.” As you paced the room, files upon files of information you’d collected spread out on the table in front of you, you missed the fond smile etched onto Lucifer’s face as he watched you run a hand through your hair and your eyes light and wide at the thought of finally taking this gang down.
“But if there’s no prints how can you link those murders, and this one, to them?” Lucifer asked you causing you to look at him, head tilted as your brows knitted together. Lucifer’s smile grew even wider as he saw the exact moment you got an idea, he watched you rummage through the files before pulling one out and sliding it across to him.
“The gang is strictly men only. However, they buy prostitutes!” You exclaimed, Lucifer looked at you confused.
“Detective Y/L/N, how on Dad’s Earth is them buying prostitutes a good thing?” You rolled your eyes but smiled at the reference to God being his father and continued.
“That’s the way in. Face it, we’d never be given a warrant to search their property and the Lieutenant would never allow it without firm evidence, such as fingerprints or DNA. I have to catch this gang Lucifer and this is the way in!” You’d had a plan for a while but the thought of going over your superiors head filled you with dread, if you came up with nothing you risked losing your job, hell if you did find something you still risked losing your job.
“OK then Y/N tell me, what’s this devilish plan of yours?” Smiling you told him how you knew where they were getting prostitutes from, you would go undercover and get into their property, from there you would try and find even a slight bit of evidence that would prove they were connected to the murder. It’d be risky as you wouldn’t be wired up and the only person who would know was Lucifer.
“My, my Detective Y/L/N, look at you breaking the rules. But the plans far too dangerous, I simply can’t allow you to do that.” Rolling your eyes you look at the files in front of you and knew what you had to do.
“Good thing I’m not asking for your permission then Satan. Listen, I’m doing this so it’s just a question of whether you’re going to let me go in there all alone or if you’re going to be near to help out if needed.” You knew exactly what Lucifer would do, no way was he letting you go in without him being on hand. When he relented, with an over exaggerated sigh, you grinned up at him.
“If you get fired just remember I tried to talk you out of this.”
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Lucifer’s whistle when he saw you had you blushing head to toe, you felt exposed and not just because you were wearing next to nothing, no you felt exposed because you had no gun, no wires, nothing. You were going in vulnerable but you needed this.
It wasn’t long before you were in, shooting one last look over your shoulder at Lucifer who sat, warmer than you, in his car. The place you were led to was as sleazy as the men who occupied it, women in your state of dress, and less, were dotted around the room on the laps of the men. The room was a large open space, you saw stairs leading to upper floors and a few doors located on the floor you were on. You saw weapons were just abandoned were they lay and thanked God that you had a decent chance of grabbing a gun if it came down to that.
You were led over to what looked like the man in charge which you were thankfully, though slightly fearful, for. He looked you up and down before standing, pulling you over to him.
“Hmm Baby, follow me.” Barely resisting the urge to roll your eyes you followed him as he led you up the stairs. Perfect, you thought now you just had to get away from him and start snooping.
Before you knew it, you were being pinned to the wall, a gun resting against your temple. You tried to push him away but he held you in place, choking you as his arm pressed into your neck. Your fingers pried at his arms but little good it did.
“Don’t think I ain’t seen you before, cop! Seen you snooping around crime scenes talking to dear ol’ Frankie ‘fore he died. Look at ya know though, no weapon and no wires. How were ya plannin’ on callin’ back up eh?” You felt yourself losing consciousness but fought against it, you needed evidence. When he relieved some pressure from your neck, not enough to push him away but enough to talk you gasped for air.
“There’s no back up, the department doesn’t even know I’m here. Let me go and I’ll drop the case I’ve got against you.”
“Please, you ain’t got nothin’ against me otherwise you’d come in here with your fancy warrants.” Fuck, you needed Lucifer or some sort of miracle to get yourself out of this alive and that’s when you heard it, the S.W.A.T team could be heard from where you two were, your face paling as the man holding the gun turned from the noise back to you.
“Oh you bitch.” Heavy footsteps could be heard running up the stairs and he bolted but not before pulling the trigger, gun pointed at you, when he was a safe distance away to pause for a second. A hand tugged you, causing you to narrowly miss the bullet that would have been fatal.
Turning you saw Lucifer, he looked as pale as you did, worry swimming in his eyes. No words were spoken as he rested his forehead against yours before pulling you into a tight hug. The hug was broken by your name being shouted, turning your saw your Lieutenant, face scrunched together in anger. Before you could go over to her, Lucifer tugged you so you were facing him again and kissed you. This wasn’t the first time the pair of you had kissed, there had always been something between the two of you but you never acted on it outside of what you shared. Pulling away you smiled at him weakly, watching as he pulled off his blazer and handed it to you, allowing you some modesty, before facing your boss.
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“Reckless.” “Irresponsible.” “What sort of image does this present to the public regarding the LAPD?” Were some of the many statements you had heard whilst standing in the Lieutenants office. You knew what the outcome of this meeting would be but still hearing that you were fired crushed you. You knew you were a damn good detective and sometimes that meant following your gut but you knew you’d gone around it the wrong way. Even if they found some concrete evidence in the property it wouldn’t matter.
Walking out of the office you went over to your desk to find Lucifer stood with a sheepish grin. You were not in the mood to deal with Lucifer at the moment, all you wanted to do was go home and get in bed, not realising how tired you were until now. You stayed up all day and night yesterday going over every aspect of this case for nothing now.
“Look, I haven’t slept in twenty four hours, I got fired, and almost got shot today. I’m in no mood for your shit.” You told him pushing him off your desk as you started tidying up, you noticed a box on the desk and glanced at Lucifer.
“I apologise Y/N. I had a bad feeling about your plan and just wanted you to be safe. I never wanted you to lose your job because of me.” He told you, a sad look making its way onto his face.
“Don’t give me that puppy dog face.” You say with a smile, “trust me, it’s not your fault. I’m glad you called for backup because I truly believe he would’ve killed me. Help me pack up?” You asked and he immediately started helping.
Once you were all packed you couldn’t help the slight sting you felt in your eyes, you scrunched them together before opening them again, seeing Lucifer open his arms for you. You stepped into them immediately, resting your head on his shoulder as he held you tightly whispering sweet nothings as he did.
“Considering how bad your day has been how about we try and make it a bit better?” He asked into your hair. You rolled your eyes, as much fun as adventures with Lucifer were you just wanted to go home.
“Luc, I’m tired and just want to go to sleep. We’ll do something fun another time.”
“Yeah that’s not what I was talking about actually. Now may not be a good time, or it may be as good a time as any, but seeing you nearly get shot today made me realise how fragile your lives on Earth are and how I should make the most of my time with you, value every moment. Linda would probably say I’ve made progress. Anyway, Y/N, what I’m trying to say is I like you a lot and want to at least give being your boyfriend a try, if you’ll let me?” Grinning, you leaned up and kissed him, the kiss lasted for a few moments before he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours.
“I’ll assume that’s a yes?” He asked you with a soft smile.
“Yes Lucifer, it’s a yes.” You said before he pulled you into another kiss.
It had been a long exhausting day but at least something good had come from you nearly being killed.
My Artwork for the online group exhibition "mindweave" 5TH – 26TH FEBRUARY 2021 https://wowxwow.com/mindweave
four covers illustrated by Virginia Mori for a series of novels by Raymond St. Elmo, with a fifth book still to come. The series will be called the “Texas Pentagraph”. The stories all take place in the fictional Texas town of Well, Angelica, Elysium and Theory. Each story combines fantasy, wit and poetic language. Thanks to Karen Holland for the art direction, and thanks to Illustration Zone Agency
I used to do similar stuff in old Attack of the b team mod pack servers, except I would use the morph mod to turn into either a bat or a baby cave spider and then I’d tunnel 1 block tall mazes up down left and right underneath the server, at some parts I would even add extra mob checks with stairs and slabs so you had to have a half block or quarter block size mob to turn into to get anywhere.
i definitely think minecraft won't be the game for everyone in the end and that's just how things are no problem but i do think *some* people who don't get the hype of it just need to play with their friends and build a house with them. its also for doing things like this.
It’s 12:30 in the morning is it too late to start another Newtmas story that will ultimately rip my heart out just like this last one
"I'm alright. I'm holding on and I keep on going"
-Miroh
I AM SO DONE WITH THIS WORLD!
For 5 nights in a row I keep having Harry Potter dreams (not that I am complaining about the Harry Potter part, after all I love Harry Potter) however these dreams keep getting weirder and weirder! After all my brain has to come up with new, fabulous Ideas to keep me entertained while I’m asleep! So in tonights dream world Voldemort owned a chamber of horrors in which he more or less locked us (Harry, Hemione an me; don’t know what happened to ron, i think later there was also tonks involved) in. So we got ourselves some tickets and passed the first door (I think from time to time this chamber of horrors had some similarities with an escape room). So the two of them just walked through that door and pushed me back (so I was still outside) the door shut close and the two of them continued alone. I’m still asking myself: WHY DID YOU DO THAT YOU LITTLE GITS! They fucking left me behind in Voldemorts maze-house-of-horrors-escaperoom thingy!
*Hum* On with the dream.
So I was trapped in the entrance hall (It was somewhere in the middle of nowhere, so I had to wait for them to return home with me...damn! My Dream-Self is way to dependent on other people!!!) I wandered around, looking for something entertaining (found some statue thingy of Salazar Slytherin; later on in turns out to be nothing but an entrance for employees; kept me entertained for half an hour though), when there were two middle aged moms discussing a boy who managed to get the group of children (probably a birthday party) inside by simply asking the door politely to open.
You can’t imagine how dumb I felt. Well, being nobody’s fool I decided to use the same method and tadaaaa it worked (turns out it was the method that worked my way throughout the whole maze-house-of-horrors-escaperoom thingy.) So I was finally inside...it was so fucking scary (there was nothing there yet but still, after all these little gits left me ALONE!) I made my way through the maze-house-of-horrors-escaperoom thingy by simply asking the doors to open, sometimes i was in a house, then the track was outside (don’t forget it was a dream, everything is possible in dreams...and the wizarding world, so fuck it) whenever I entered a room I just went: ‘Hey, would you tell me your secret?’ And then another door opened (still you are scared, because there could literally be ANYTHING behind that door) or one of these as humans disguised robots appeared out of nowhere (You know, the kind that only moves it mouth, and like one arm in one and the same movement for the whole time, and a recorded voice telling you where you have to go next) met three of them The last one just freaked me out because IT COULD ACTUALLY MOVE PROPERLY and it did that BEHIND MY BACK, so whenever I turned around it was somewhere else, and I just couldn’t stand that And then suddenly it went dark (even darker than it already was) and I thought my glasses were the problem so I took them off and tried to clean them up (it didn’t work) but I just knew that there was something around me. And it was moving. I got so scared, that I simply started running in any direction. Didn’t know. Didn’t care. So I ran and suddenly there was Voldemort chasing me and I dind’t know what to do, so I sped up and kept running. The track led me into a cave (small path on the side it was fucking dark and couldn’t see the floor of this bottomless pit) then, out of nowhere Voldemort attacked me. Somehow I could fight him off, then he attacked me again and I fell (not on the floor but into this big black nothing tight beside me)
I thought my dream would finally come to an end. Turns out I had to start all over from this fucking entrance hall. That’s where I teamed up with Tonks (don’t know how she got there) we made a walkthrough (after all, I already knew the way) then we were chased by voldemort again. We had the splendid idea of just stunning anything following us or getting in our way (including other ...contestants? participants? don’t know) However we acted like completely egoistic bitches. While running, we met Hermoine and (this time) Ron (don’t know how and when this happenend, but now Ron replaced Harry, and I somehow became Harry) So eventually the four of us reentered that damn cave, story repeates itself: voldemort (this time at least 4 of him) attacked us, we tried to fight him off, when it became clear thet we would loose, I had the genious idea to jump into the big, black nothing (after all that’s how I escaped the last time).
Turned out it was a trap to capture all of us. When we regained conciousness our feet were tied up and magnetically fixed to the ceiling of our cell. Hermoine found out that, if you struggled enough, you’d fall to the floor (but only to get pulled up again, after like 10 seconds) So we just hung there upside down. Again it went dark (so dark you couldn’t see anything) ...do you know that feeling in horror movies, when you know perfectly well, that there is someone right behind the main character but he/she turns around anyway? That is just how I felt. I knew there was someone. And I didn’t want to see him. Ron, however, completely ignored my hearts desire and casted Lumos (don’t know why he didn’t cut us loose, when he had his wand?! Little git!) So he slowly illuminated our cell. And of course the light hit the face that was like 2 inches from mine. Voldemorts face. (couldn’t have heard him breathing, after all he has no nose :D ) I got so terrified, that I started screaming. Loud. Really loud. Woke myself up that way. Me and everyone else in the neighbourhood.
Well, thank you for wasting so much time on my weird dreams. You will never get those precious minutes back, you know that, right? :P Hope you enyoyed, though. I didn’t. I am so done with this world and my damn overactive imagination
I feel bad for people who’ve never experienced a corn maze bc it’s not even fun but you just have to do it
Labyrinth Chase
You have arrived to the heart of the labyrinth. Everyone knows the game - try to find the minotaur and slay it before it finds you.
However, there is a twist. The creature that resides in this labyrinth is too large to sneak up on you. It will charge through doors and knock over walls to get to you...welcome to the chase!
This map comes with 8 phases that depict walls being knocked over as the monster chases the players around the labyrinth.
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Runner
Runner (Newt x Reader)
Word Count: 445 words (short but sweet, like my sister)
Warnings: kissing (for the first time in ages), hugging, cuddling (wait those are the same thing, ah, it’s late)
Summary: when you return from the maxe, Newt has to make sure you’re alright. (me just realising, I start lots of my summaries with ‘when you’, yes very creative, well done me)
you hoist your pack a little higher onto your shoulder, getting ready to follow Minho into the maze. Newt stands a couple metres away, resting his chin on his fist, looking between you and his friend anxiously. you smile at him, and he smiles back though you can see the worry behind his gentle eyes.
Minho orders everyone to move out and you start to follow him before being almost knocked over by Newt’s hug. “be careful” he whispers in your ear. you give him another smile and kiss him on the nose. “I will.”
as you start to move away from him, he calls out, “if you die, I’ll kill you y/n”. you laugh, wave and follow Minho into the maze.
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you face is red, and sweat dampens your hair as you hold onto your knees, panting. looking up you see the blond boy, previously pacing around the glade, running, or rather, hobbling towards you.
he hugs you hard, then hold you at arms length, inspecting you, for even the slightest injury. “lay off Newt, she’s fine.” Minho comes out of the maze behind you, laughing at the look of concentration on his face.
he sighs and releases you, “I’m sorry, I’m just-“
“If anyone has a right to hate that place, it’s you”
you smiles gratefully at you. “Are you tired?”
“No, I’m feeling quite energetic, ready for another run” you joke.
he laughs quietly, sweeping you into his arms, ignoring Minho’s loud wolf whistles behind him. he carries you to his hut, shutting the door with his foot, and setting you down gently in his hammock.
your eyelids grow heavy almost as soon as you lie down, you hold his hand, breathing deeply, until sleep washes over you.
sunlight seeps through your closed eyelids, creating a red glow. you raise your head slightly, blinking sleep from your eyes. you see Newt curled next to you, his arms around you.
you start to get up, you needed to meet Minho, he always liked to start early. Newt groans and holds onto you. “Newt” laughter edges your voice, “I need to wake up now.”
“Why?” his voice tired.
“I’m a runner now, I need to meet Minho”
“Minho, shminho” he scoffs, but his voice softens as he looks at your face, “I’ll handle it.”
you bend down in front of him, “you can’t keep me safe forever.”
“I’m bloody well gonna try.” he pulls you towards him and kisses you, “you’re not getting hurt if I can help it”
“but you won’t always be able to help it.” he looks at you, amusement and seriousness flashing in his eyes.
“We’ll see about that”
The Glade
The Glade (newt x fem!reader)
Word Count: 587 words
Warnings: threats, mild violence
Summary: you arrive in the box, with no idea where or who you are
you open your eyes. not much changes. you’re met with pure blackness. a rattling greets your ears and you feel that you’re rising upwards. you appear to be in a lift.
dark objects hit you. something that feels like leaves and what must be a crate. that’s when the panic set in.
what’s is going on? where are you? who are you?
you begin to shout. hoping that someone, anyone will hear you. of course no one does. then the rattling stops. you look around for a moment until a hatch above you opens and light floods into your prison.
covering your eyes with your arms, you look at the inside of your eyelids, tinged with red. voices bombard you, boys by the sound of it. you can only make out a few words they are saying.
“It’s a girl”
“What”
“Yeah, a girl”
“What’s a girl doing here”
you blink rapidly as someone jumps down beside you. opening your eyes fully you see a boy of about 16 smiling down at you with a hand outstretched, “hey greenie, name’s Newt, welcome to the glade.”
rising slowly to your feet, you look around, faces look back at you, all boys, all about the same age as Newt except for a few, 12-13, by the looks for them.
Newt climbs out of the pit looking thing you’d just come up in, tossing his blond hair out of his dark eyes. he twists his fingerless gloves in his hands, brushing dust from his trousers. he reaches down for you and pulls you gently after him. you look down to find your footing and see that one of Newt’s legs is bent in an awkward angle, and he is not putting weight on it.
“I know you probably have a lot of questions but just wait until we get away from this lot and I’ll answer them”
you nod silently tearing your eyes away from his leg and, follow the boy as he pushes through the crowd. “I call dibs on her” a voice rises above the crowd and an unknown person grabs your arm.
you give a small exclamation of surprise and Newt turns. the unknown boy tries to drag you into the crowd but Newt pushes his way past you and grabs him by the front of his shirt, lifting him onto his toes. he puts his face about an inch away from the other’s.
“Do that again shank and I’ll snap your neck in half”
“That would be breaking one of the rules Newt.”
yet another boy joins the crowd, smiling. “Alby, he tried to drag the new greenie off.”
“Maybe, but I don’t want to have to banish you, so don’t make me”
Newt drops the boys shirt, shoots him such a look of hatred and contempt he recoils slightly, and makes his way to you and Alby.
Alby pats him on the back, and starts shouting orders getting the boys to haul the crates and strange leafy things, which turned out to be carrots, out the pit.
“right, I spect’ you’re pretty confused, firstly, can you remember your name, only that seems to be the only thing anyone can remember when they come up in the box”
you think for a moment then reply, “y/n, my name’s y/n”
“y/n, that’s a nice name” he smiles at you. “I know you’re probably confused but we’re all in the same boat. no idea where the bloody hell we are, only we call this place the glade.”
Too Scared to Sleep
Too Scared to Sleep (Thomas x Minho)
Word Count: 1178 words
Warnings: SPOILERS, GORE, BLOOD!! hallucinations, kissing, cuddling
Summary: Since they reached the safe haven without Chuck, Teresa and Newt, Minho and Thomas haven’t been able to sleep.
(Alright, clearing up some stuff, I know nobody asked for this, but I read a request from @minewtiscute wrong, my brain thinking I remembered it was Minho x Thomas when it was Minho x Newt. I spent 5 hours on this, and only just realised. so after clearing up the fact I can’t read, please enjoy a fanfic that nobody asked for. I’m sorry to @minewtiscute and I will be doing your request next!)
(Also if nobody enjoys this, I’ll replace it with the new one!)
Thomas’ eyes snap open and he jerks into sitting position. the sky outside the window is dark, and the boy is in no way surprised.
it wasn’t like it was unusual for him to wake several times in the night.
yes, they might have made it to the safe haven, but no matter how safe they were it wouldn’t stop the nightmares.
it wouldn’t stop cranks looming from the shadows, inhuman screams issuing from the air itself, or ghostly, hollow eyed versions of his dead friends, shouting accusations at him for their deaths.
Teresa, with crushed limbs, torn, bloodied clothes and the grey powder of rock tinging her black hair. Chuck, with wide gaping eyes and mouth, a patch of scarlet on his chest, spilling all over his shirt. Newt, with black veins climbing his body, large oversized pupils, and a bloody mass staining the side of his head and splattering his hair. all blaming him for their passing.
and to tell the truth, he believed them. no matter what Minho and the others said, he can’t help thinking, if he had pushed Chuck out of the way, if he had noticed the rubble so Teresa wouldn’t have had to save him, if he hadn’t pulled the trigger that ended Newt’s life.
whenever he confided this to Minho he would tell him he couldn’t possibly have known that the bullet or rubble were coming, that if he hadn’t killed his friend, then the boy would have found a way to do it himself.
Thomas looks over to Minho now. he lays curled in the bed they shared, a slight crease on his forehead, and frown on his face. no doubt he was reliving horrifying scenes as well.
his eyes are squeezed shut and he keeps tossing and turning, groaning quietly and drawing his knees closer to his chin.
Thomas shifts closer to the boy and gently touches his shoulder, shaking him from whatever foul visions he was experiencing.
his dark eyes open, at first looking confused and slightly scared.
“Thomas,” he pushes himself into a sitting position, “are you alright?”
“I don’t think either of us are alright, especially not you. you looked like you were being tortured in your sleep.”
“Speak for yourself. have you gotten any sleep at all tonight?”
“yes.”
it was true, Thomas had slept that night, maybe an hour or so, which was significantly good for him, yet that did not make him feel any less drained.
the nightmares wouldn’t let any of you sleep. the screams, the visions. it was one of the reasons that the two boys had decided to share a bed.
they were still terrible yes, but much easier to manage when there was someone else with them. knowing they’re not alone.
the two sit in silence, both thinking. both too scared to sleep.
fingers intertwine themselves with Thomas’ and he looks down to see Minho, not looking at him, gripping his hand. the boy squeezes and Thomas’ squeezes back.
still not saying anything to each other, they shift closer together, shoulders brushing, leaning on the bedframe. Thomas leans his head on the other’s shoulder, his dark hair tickling Minho’s neck.
Minho rests his own head on the boy’s head, closing his eyes and wrapping an arm around him.
he lets out a low sigh that rustles Thomas’ hair and closes his eyes. the other boy looks into the darkness, the looming, horrifying face still burned there, yet they did not advance. they crouched, wreathed by shadow, growling and hissing darkly.
yet even those started to fade as Minho presses a gentle kiss to his head and strokes his hand softly with his thumb.
Thomas closed his eyes, feeling sleep tugging at his mind. he does not resist, but instead lets it pull him under.
his dreams are filled with his lost friends, but they are not hollow eyed, or grotesquely disfigured.
no, he was in a lush field with forests around it, a blue sky above him. flowers dotted the long grass and birds chirped from the leaves of the trees.
his three friends sit together, beckoning and smiling at him. he joins them and sits in the sun. they talk to him and he talks back, telling them about the safe haven. about how Frypan insisted feeding them all huge plates of food for every meal. how Minho and Brenda could always be found, challenging each other to arm wrestles. how everyone missed them.
by the time he reaches this topic, Thomas cannot stop himself from saying the thing he had wanted to say since they had died.
“Listen, I’m sorry you died, it’s my fault, I know.” he looks at his hands, twisted in his lap.
a hand rests on his shoulder and he looks into the dark eyes and freckled face of Newt. “Hey.” he gives him a small smile, “it’s not your fault, you did what you could.”
“I failed you guys.”
Chuck’s slightly pudgy hand pats the brunet’s cold, intertwined ones, “you didn’t fail us, you were the reason we got this far.”
“Chuck’s right.” Teresa’s blue eyes meet his, “if it weren’t for you, we would probably all still be stuck in that shucked maze.”
“At least we would have been safe.”
“Safe,” Newt laughs softly, “safe isn’t the way to live a life. danger is what makes life interesting, it’s what makes life worth living. if you were safe all the time, what kind of life would that be.”
“a pretty boring one.” Thomas gives one of the first smiles he had in a while.
“Exactly.” Teresa pats his arm, “don’t beat yourself up Tom.”
“Yeah, we’re alright, at least we’re not alone, right?”
Thomas looks at all of their smiling faces and feels his heart lift a little. then they all suddenly look at the sky, as though a sound had issued from it. they look back at him, small smiles on their faces.
“I think it’s time for you to go Tommy.” Newt tells him softly.
the four of them stand, a cool breeze rustling their hair and hitting their faces. Chuck moves forwards and he hugs first him, then Teresa and then finally Newt.
he faces the three of them and opens his mouth to ask.
“We’ve already talked to Minho.” Teresa says as though she knew what he were about to say.
Thomas nods,
“Goodbye, Chuck, Teresa, Newt.”
“Goodbye,” the three of their words mingle together,
“Tom.”
“Thomas.”
“Tommy.”
he raises a hand in farewell and the last thing he sees before being pulled back to reality, his three friends, all smiling and waving at him, hair rustling in the breeze and faces illuminated in golden light.
Thomas opens his eyes, feeling something brushing his hair rhythmically. he looks up to see Minho, smiling softly down at him and stroking his hair.
the boy snuggles further into his arms, closing his eyes against the dawn light filtering into the room. he lets out a happy sigh, feeling calm and content for the first time since, well, forever.
#np Can’t get over you - Maze feat. Frankie Beverly
Credits to the amazing artist which I cannot find
