phoenixnewton

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MAZE RUNNER FANS

(Newt especially ;))

I'm writing a Newt/Original Female Character fanfiction. A retelling with a drastic twist that starts pre-Maze-Runner and finishes post-Death-Cure.

Largely centred around a romance between the two and giving the spotlight to my protagonist Phoenix (who may or may not have some tricks up her sleeve because in a world filled with flesh-eating Cranks, who's to say another phenomenon can't happen!)

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Chapters: 19/? Fandom: The Maze Runner Series - James Dashner, The Maze Runner (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Newt (Maze Runner)/Original Female Character(s), Newt (Maze Runner)/Original Character(s), Newt (Maze Runner) & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Newt (Maze Runner), Thomas (Maze Runner), Minho (Maze Runner), Gally (Maze Runner), Frypan (Maze Runner), Original Female Character(s), Jorge (Maze Runner), Brenda (Maze Runner), Assistant Director Janson | Rat Man Additional Tags: Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Dystopian, The Glade (Maze Runner), Pre-The Maze Runner, Post-The Maze Runner, Inspired by The Maze Runner, Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Newt Lives (Maze Runner), Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Angst and Romance, Romance, Newt Needs a Hug (Maze Runner), Phoenix - Freeform, Superpowers, Supernatural Elements, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor Summary:

In which a Phoenix rises from the ashes, hell-bent on saving everyone. No matter the cost.

"Before I met you life wasn't worth living. You've showed me how to live, how to appreciate freedom and family. You've shown me compassion even when I don't deserve it. Phoenix, my darlin', you've taught me the most important thing of all- how to love."

Newt/Female OC

Pre-Maze Runner --> Post-Death Cure

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I need a man with a Chevy Impala…

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A brittle glory shineth in this face:

As brittle as the glory is the face;

[Dashes the glass against the ground]

For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers.

Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,

How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.

Shakespeare’s Richard II (Act IV Scene I)

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Tiffany lamp 🦋

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What is a classic novel that you’ll never forget? And why?

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The Catcher In The Rye- J.D Salinger

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”

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Vivamus, moriendium est.

Let us live, since we must die.

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She's as sweet as cherries, darling. But her heart is hard as stone.

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“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.” The Bell Jar- Sylvia Plath

I fear this will ruin me one day.

I might just let it. Perhaps it already has.

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Loop Mornings

Enoch O’Connor x Reader Fluff

Miss Peregrines Home for Peculair Children

My eyes fluttered open as the sound of familiar birds sang their morning calls in the garden. I woke the same way every day. The same minute, of the same day, of the same year. September 3rd 1943. As always I closed my eyes again, attempting to fall back into a deep slumber.

I shivered as a breeze came through the window and snuggled deeper into the duvet and the strong arms that encompassed me. Enoch must have forgotten to close the window the night before after we'd spent the evening on the balcony. I felt my face heat up at the memory. Despite having been together for the past twenty years in the loop, the thought of the broody boy set my cheeks aflame and my stomach to flutter in nervous excitement.

As if he knew I was thinking about him, I felt Enoch shift beside me. He mumbled something illegible and pulled my body closer to him. I let out a breathless laugh and let myself be pressed against his chest. At last, I let my eyes open fully as I listened to his steady heartbeat in his chest. My fingers drew out intricate patterns with a featherlight touch on his chest, being as careful as I could not to wake him. Although, knowing Enoch he was probably already awake and just pretending. He did that a lot, especially in quiet loop mornings like this, just feigning sleep to make the moment last longer.

Despite being virtually adults, and both the oldest wards under her care, Miss Peregrine still disapproved of us sharing a bed. So, moments like this were rare and short-lived.

Enoch stroked a hand down my back softly. His hands were calloused from all the manual work he did constructing his homunculi, but I felt his roughened caress comforting. As his hand made its way down my bare spine I was reminded suddenly that I was naked, which meant he certainly was too. “G’Morning, darling.” He said in a husky voice that was rough from sleep. I felt a shiver go through me at the deep rumble of it.

I tilted my head back and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his jaw in reply. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed when my lips carried on a trail downwards along the column of his neck. “Morning handsome,” I murmured against his hot skin.

Enoch groaned and pulled me on top of him so fast it made my head spin. I giggled quietly, aware that we couldn't be too loud. The walls in this house were ridiculously thin. I ran my hands down his defined chest teasingly as he gripped my hips tightly.

“How long have we got?” He asked me slightly breathless when my hands drifted lower, tracing the deep v-line on his hips.

I grinned devilishly, “Long enough.” And with that, Enoch captured my lips in a searing kiss full of lust and love.

Loop mornings were repetitive-literally, and there was no way to deny that. But it didn't mean they couldn't be fun. And as long as I had Enoch, I could spend every morning like this. Full of searing kisses, soft caresses and gasped breaths. Forever.

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First Encounter

Ponyboy Curtis

When my big brother Dally decided it was time to leave New York for good- I didn't question it.

I’d always hated it with a passion. Sure there was everything you could ask for in the city and it was one hell of a sight for sore eyes, but me and Dally never lived the high life. We could never walk the streets alone without the fear of being jumped by some hoodlums, and especially because I was a girl I faced an even greater risk even venturing outside our house. If you weren't in a gang- you were vulnerable. Dally realised that pretty quickly, but any sense of safety came with risks.

He never told me why we had to leave so suddenly. I never asked either.

But when the vast fields of the country came into view as we left the city in a stolen Mustang- man, I sure was grateful. Dally never told me why he picked Tulsa, Oklahoma for our new home either. For all I knew he threw a dart at a map and let wherever it stuck decide our fate. It was something he'd do.

Whether it was fate or pure luck, what we found in Tulsa changed my life forever. I never believed in God before I stepped out of that car onto the sun-kissed tarmac of Tulsa. I never believed in miracles or that anything good could ever happen to me. But it did. And I sure am thankful, because without it I'm not sure I'd still be alive.

Dally and I had been in Tulsa for only a day before I first laid my eyes on Ponyboy Curtis. We were outside Buck’s Bar when two guys stumbled out of the door. One was older and more broad, and he was lugging a younger guy who seemed intoxicated. I soon learned their names were Darry and Sodapop.

Dally, in a rare display of compassion, offered to help the big guy carry his brother. And with nowhere else to go I had to follow. This Soadpop sure was a funny guy. But his brother Darry seemed far too uptight to even laugh at his jokes. I didn't know what his problem was at the time, but now I know that he had a lot of responsibilities on such young shoulders and carrying his drunken brother home wasn't one he needed.

Their house was quaint and homey. It looked lived in. I was envious of it at first, for the apartment me and Dally had in New York was a dump compared to this place. It never truly felt like home.

I stood on the porch as Dally helped the pair inside. The sky was beautiful that night, the stars were bright in the sky and I stared at them in awe. I'd never seen them before- the bright lights in New York forbid me from doing so. It wasn't long before I heard the door open behind me, thinking it was Dally I didn't bother to turn around.

The porch floor creaked as footsteps made their way to me. I felt the warm presence of a person next to me, and I could feel their eyes on me. Suddenly I was shaking all over. To this day I still don't know why. “The stars are beautiful, aren't they?” I said aloud.

“I prefer sunsets myself.”

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Lay With Me Beneath The Moon

Ponyboy Curtis

Under the soft glow of the moon, I only had two things on my mind. Ponyboy Curtis and the dire need of a smoke.

We had been laying on the damp grass for hours, soaking in each other's presence. Pony had long smoked his way through his entire packet of cigarettes and now we were both itching for another. I knew there were some indoors, for Two-Bit had stolen a few packets earlier, and I was sure Pony was aware of this too. But neither of us made a move to retreive it.

Pony’s chest rose and fell with each breath, the rhythm almost rocking me to sleep. The sound of his breathing changed and I knew he was on the verge of sleep. I'd slept by his side more nights than I could remember, and by how I knew every sign he was about to doze off. Sometimes I wondered if I knew him better than I knew myself.

I knew that if we stayed out here much longer, one of us would get a chill for certain. But I just couldn't bring myself to rouse him.

I closed my eyes and snuggled closer to him, curling underneath his leather jacket as much as I could. His arms tightened subconsciously around me and I let out a contented sigh.

A quick nap wouldn't hurt. Someone was bound to wake us eventually.