Hi Rin ❤❤ I wanted to request a newt fic with a deaf reader and how he helps introduce them to the maze. I loved aitd and your newt fics are literally feeding my obsession rn thank you so much
Hello thank you so much for the ask!! Hope you like this fic <3
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Newt x deaf! gender neutral!reader
Set during tmr (movieverse) - reader comes right after Chuck, so just before Thomas
Notes: I want to preface this by saying that I myself am not deaf or HOH, and I only know a few basic signs. I've also done a little bit of research regarding how deaf people prefer to be treated and also how some of them can hear certain things. However my representation may not be accurate, so please let me know if anything needs to be changed!
Warnings: canon-typical violence (just Grievers and stuff), language
"Here it comes!" announces one of the boys as the sound of the Box echoes upwards.
There's a clang as it arrives, and Newt steps forward to open it and let the person out.
As he peers in he sees you, back pressed against one of the resource boxes and eyes darting everywhere until they settle on Newt.
"Hey, don't worry. You're safe," he reassures you, sticking his hand out to help you up.
You grab his arm and step out onto the grass, turning in a circle to take in the Maze and the grassy plain.
"Welcome to the Glade, Greenie," says Newt from beside you.
You don't acknowledge him, and he assumes you're just overwhelmed, as everyone is when the first arrive.
"Alright, everyone back to their jobs," says Alby, clapping his hands together. "Okay new guy, here's how it goes. Newt's gonna give you the tour, and then over the next few days one of our Keepers 'll pick you for a job."
You're still facing away from Alby and Newt, staring out at the Maze.
"Hey," says Newt, gently touching your shoulder.
You turn to look at them, raising your eyebrows.
Newt and Alby exchange a glance. So far everyone in the Glade has spoken the same language. Maybe the Creators sent up someone who doesn't?
"Can you understand me?" asks Newt.
At your nod, he continues. "Right, so as Alby was saying earlier, I'm gonna do a tour, and-" he stops when you shake your head.
"I'm deaf," you sign. The sign is pretty self-explanatory, and you assume they'll get it. ...Apparently not.
They stare at you with confused expressions, and you huff out an exasperated breath. You point at your ears and shake your head.
"You can't hear," realises Newt.
You nod and sign "yes".
"Is that 'yes'?" he asks.
You smile and sign "yes" again.
"But you can understand us?" asks Alby.
You start signing for a second, then pause, frown, and look around for something. Then you make a writing motion. "They wanna write," says Newt. "The Map room."
"Oi, Alby!" someone calls.
"Shuck, I gotta go," says Alby. "Can you...?"
"Yeah, all good," responds Newt.
"Here, uh... follow me," says Newt, gesturing for you to come.
"So, you can lipread?" he asks, walking backwards so he can face you.
"Yes," you sign.
"And you can't speak?"
Your hands raise slightly, then drop. You mime writing again.
"Right." Newt nods and turns as you reach a hut. He opens the door and you follow him in.
"Hey Newt, what's up. Oh, hi Greenie."
"They're deaf," says Newt, rifling through the supplies for a pencil. "You have to face them so they can lipread."
You wave at the guy as he turns to you.
"Hey, I'm Minho," he says, giving you a grin.
Mino? You mouth, frowning slightly.
"Hang on," says the guy, turning to Newt.
"Here." Newt hands you a pencil and a piece of paper.
Names? You write, giving the paper back to Newt.
He writes Newt and points to himself, then Minho and points to him. Then he adds Alby and says "the guy from earlier".
You nod, and write My name?
"Oh, don't worry," reassures Newt. "It'll come back to you within a day or two. That's the one thing they let us keep."
"I see," you sign with one hand.
"Is that like... you get it?" asks Newt, gesturing at the hand you just signed with.
You give him a thumbs up, with a grin.
He huffs out a laugh and nods.
"What about speaking?" asks Newt, recalling what you wanted to write earlier.
You take back the paper and write I can, but I usually choose not to.
He nods. "That's all good. Alright, we better get going."
For the rest of the afternoon, Newt tours you around the Glade, explaining each of the jobs. You write down your questions and use understanding signs like "yes", and "I see", since they'll make sense even for people who don't know sign language.
Later, as the sky starts to darken, you hear a faint rumbling sound, accompanied by vibrations in the ground that you can feel all the way up to your chest.
You grab Newt's arm to get his attention, giving him a scared look.
What's that? you write quickly, pencil scribbling across the paper.
"You can hear that?" asks Newt, surprised.
"Yes, a little bit," you sign, hoping he'll understand.
"The Maze is closing," he explains, pointing to the walls.
You turn to look and see the massive walls slowly shutting. When they've closed, the rumbling in your chest stops.
When you turn back to Newt he's already talking again.
"Sorry, again?" you sign, raising your eyebrows.
"Oh, right. I forgot, sorry," he scrubs the back of his neck with a hand and sends you an apologetic look.
"It's okay," you sign. "Continue." You add a general 'continue' gesture when he doesn't get the sign.
"I was just saying that we should get to the bonfire soon," he says, pointing to where the other Gladers have started to gather.
"Let's go," you sign.
When it gets dark, you grab some food and go to sit beside Newt near the fire. He gives you a grin and starts pointing out each little group gathered around the bonfire.
You try to understand and laugh along as he cracks jokes about the people from different jobs, but it's hard to read lips in the dim firelight. Plus, it's been a pretty long day, and lipreading is really tiring.
You tap his shoulder and gesture to the notebook you've kept with you.
Can't lipread, too dark. Sorry.
You add a sad face after the 'sorry'.
Also don't always like crowds. I can hear but it's weird. Like it's just a lot of noise, no words or clear sounds. It's a little overwhelming. Sorry again.
His eyes flick up to yours when he finishes reading, and he shakes his head. He hesitates, then signs "it's okay" with an uncertain expression.
Your face splits into a wide grin and you let out a laugh, clasping his hands and squeezing them in a sort of yay motion that isn't a really sign but just conveying how you feel. It's just a simple sign, but it's still something.
He smiles with you and stands, gesturing for you to follow him. You leave the bonfire area and end up in the Homestead. There are torches lit with fire, and he pulls out an electrical flashlight too, clicking it on.
"This okay? You can understand me?" asks Newt.
You nod and give him a thumbs up.
Newt holds up a pack of cards. "Sometimes if we ask for stuff the Creators put it in the Box for the next month. I wonder if we can ask for a sign language booklet, like the herb book the Medjacks have..." he says thoughtfully.
You smile to yourself at his immediate willingness to learn sign. It's not an easy task to take up a whole new language.
"Anyway, we asked for games once, and surprisingly it worked. Wanna play?"
You smile, signing "yes".
You end up playing a bunch of different games throughout the night, both of you content with missing the party outside.
After you win your fourth game of Speed, with Newt rolling his eyes at your victorious grin, he starts tapping the table, looking at you in thought.
Then he leans forward. "Teach me sign."
You raise your eyebrows, then smile and agree. You grab your pencil as he packs the cards away.
Alphabet first, you write. And basic signs.
Teaching sign is slow, and you can feel yourself getting tired as the time passes.
In your peripheral vision, you see the Homestead door open, and you turn to look as Alby walks in.
"Oh, hey guys," he says. You can tell he's a little drunk from the messy way the words form. "You're still awake? Most of the guys are heading off now."
"Yeah, we better be getting to bed too," says Newt, facing you so you can understand him.
He walks you to where your hammock has been set up next to Chuck, who's already asleep.
Newt taps your arm before leaving. "Good night," he signs, with a smile lit by a nearby torch.
"Night," you respond. You reach out and pull him back as he turns to go. "Thank you," you sign.
He nods and steps away. He pauses a bit, looking at you in the dark, but then moves off to his own hammock.
⭒----⭒
You become a Runner. It's hard to convince Minho at first, cause he's worried you won't hear when the Maze is shifting, but you manage to show that the vibrations are more than reliable, and you can also hear the faint rumbling.
You get your name back on your second night, and you run to Newt as soon as you realise.
He's in the gardens with Zart, with the rest of the Gladers at dinner. There's no one near you can tap to ask them to call for Newt.
Screw it. "Newt!" you yell, waving excitedly.
His eyes snap up the moment he hears your voice. He says something to Zart before starting up the hill towards you.
You meet him halfway and throw your arms around him in a quick hug.
He blinks at you for a second, then fumbles to sign "What happened?"
"My name," you sign with a grin, hands flying. You spell it out. " Y/n."
His face breaks into a smile. "Y/n." You laugh as he repeats your name over and over, signing it too; in letters.
You tell Minho too, before your morning run. He grins at you, before signing "Not a Greenie anymore." The two of you had made up a sign for 'Greenie' the previous day.
Minho actually picked up sign really quick; like insanely fast. You think he might have some sort of photographic memory, or maybe just that he's strengthened his memory by working in the Maze.
Either way, it's great for you cause it'd be hard to bring out the notebook during a run.
You also notice that Newt's getting pretty good at sign, and he seems to know words that you haven't even taught him yet.
Unbeknownst to you, Newt's actually been taking lessons from Minho on top of what he learns from you. It had gone something like this:
"Come on, help me out. I'm falling behind mate. How are you getting it so fast?" Newt had just seen you and Minho having a full conversation in sign.
"Fine, fine, here's how to say 'I have a crush on you', " responded Minho with a grin.
"Oi, slim it," said Newt, pushing away Minho's raised hands. "Wait... why'd they teach you that?"
"I'm just messing with you man, I've got no clue how to say that. You'll have to ask them."
"No! It's not like that, I-"
"Then why were you asking?" asked Minho with a smirk.
"... shut up"
"Want me to finish your part?" asks Newt, hands signing confidently.
The Runners are remaking the Map sections out of sticks, and after a few hours your fingers are getting sore and stiff from building your section.
"Are you sure?" you sign.
"Just tell me the directions," he replies, pulling the sticks closer.
"Saviour," you sign, giving him a grateful smile. You point at him and then add another sign.
"What does that mean?" he asks.
You spell out saviour, then repeat the sign for it after.
He huffs out a laugh. "What about the one after?"
"You're my-" you spell out the word favourite, and then the proper sign. "You're my favourite."
He ducks his head, smiling.
You watch as he clears his throat, and gestures to you. "Directions?"
You flop back in your chair, head tipped back and signing without looking. "Left path at the next corner, but sometimes the Maze will shift and close it. So make another path to the right."
He nods and gives an "okay" sign.
You lift your head. "Wait, I didn't teach you directions, or any of those words really."
He bites his lip and... blushes?
"Fast learner," he signs quickly, looking away.
Then he looks behind you with a glare.
You turn to see what he's looking at and see Minho laughing from where he's working on his section.
You throw a stick at Minho to get his attention. He raises his hands, clearly trying to think of cursing signs, and just gives you the finger instead.
"What did you say?" you sign.
"I said-" he gives you the finger again.
You roll your eyes. "Just then, to Newt."
He shrugs and tosses the stick back at you.
You let out a frustrated huff and turn around, deciding to just forget it.
⭒----⭒
Soon a month had passed and the Box is comes up again.
Thomas quite literally tumbled headfirst into the Glade, and you meet him as Newt tours him around.
There's a little bitter feeling in your chest when you realise that Newt's kindness and affection towards you is probably just how he treats all the Greenies.
But you shake that feeling off, cause it's unfair, and there's no reason for Newt to look at you differently. There's no reason for you to want him to look at you differently.
You're running with Minho and Alby one afternoon, investigating a dead Griever Minho found.
You've split up, and you're just exploring your section when you suddenly feel thundering vibrations in the floor. A Griever?
You flick your gaze around, alarmed and scared.
You start running towards the meetup point and skid to a halt as you see Minho struggling to drag Alby.
"Minho!" you shout, forgoing signing for now.
"He's been Stung," pants Minho, looking up so you can lipread.
You duck under Alby's other arm and help Minho as you all stagger towards the home route.
The ground starts rumbling nearby.
You turn to Minho worriedly, and catch his mutter of "shit" as the wall at the end of your path starts to close.
His mouth moves fast and unintelligibly as he lets out what is probably a string of curses.
"Backup route," he signs messily with one hand, the other arm still gripping Alby.
You can hear so many walls shifting, telling you the final doors are about to close.
The noises thunder in your ears and you grit your teeth against the grating sounds, until you catch sight of the opening.
You see the Gladers are yelling and waving, and you zero in on Newt.
Come on, you tell yourself. But the walls are already closing. At the last second, Thomas sprints through, and the rumbling in the ground vanishes as the Maze shuts.
You collapse over, breathing heavily as you and Minho let Alby drop down. Minho turns to Thomas, saying something that you don't even bother trying to read.
It's over.
⭒----⭒
On the other side, Newt realised what Thomas was about to do a split second after he was already squeezing into the walls.
Then the walls slide shut with a final boom, locking out the people he loves most.
Newt falls to his knees at the walls, lifting a fist to slam into the stone before resting his forehead on it, breathing shakily.
"Newt." It's Chuck, reaching out a hesitant hand to place on Newt's shoulder.
"Chuck, just-" his voice is ragged, and he can already feel the salt streaming down his cheeks.
"Hey, Chuck." Frypan's voice speaks softly from somewhere on Newt's left. "Just give 'im some time."
Newt stays at the wall, frozen with his head bowed against the stone until Gally comes and forces him to go to bed.
"You can't do anything for them now."
He almost punches Gally.
⭒----⭒
The group gets split when a Griever arrives.
Thomas stays to try and pull Alby up, and you and Minho are separated when a wall slides between you.
So you're on your own.
You keep moving for what feels like at least a few hours. The Maze shifting patterns at night are different to how they are in the day, so you just try to map out your general area and direction in your head.
You shut down every part of your mind except the part that's focused on mapping and feeling for the Grievers' footsteps.
Your heart stops in your chest when you come across a Griever. Or... what used to be one. What the fuck?
It's completely squashed, remains spattered grossly across the ground and the walls on either side.
Thomas, you realise. Smart shank. He killed a Griever. Killed it.
You step tentatively closer, wincing at the sludge-y substance. You lean in to inspect a large mechanical piece of the Griever.
Okay. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. This is gonna work.
You quickly drag some metallic pieces together to create a makeshift box big enough to fit in. You're gonna hide out for the night.
⭒----⭒
A rumbling wall wakes you up. Shuck, you didn't mean to fall asleep.
You peek out of your little spot and see daylight streaming into the Maze. Holy shit, you made it.
If it's morning, the walls should be shifting in the patterns you know.
You scramble up and start looking around, picturing the map in your mind.
⭒----⭒
The Maze doors open before you wake up.
"Told you Chuck, they're not coming back."
Any hope Newt had dies when the doors open and reveal the emptiness behind them.
The Runners will send out a scout team soon, but they won't be looking for living people. Newt's about to be sick.
"There!" shouts Chuck.
Newt's heartrate skyrockets as he sees Minho and Thomas, dragging Alby between them. Please, please.
He meets them at the entrance as the Medjacks pull Alby to the medical hut, and Newt yanks Minho into a tight hug.
"I thought you were dead," he says, hugging Thomas too.
As he pulls away from Thomas, he looks behind the two of them, and sees no one.
Newt swallows. "Where's Y/n?" he gazes at Minho desperately.
"We- we got split up at the start of the night. I'm sorry, Newt," says Minho, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder.
"No. Find them. They're alive." He pushes past Minho to walk straight into the Maze himself, only to be pulled back.
"Newt."
"Minho." He stares defiantly at Minho.
Minho sighs. "Look, I know. Just... give us a minute. We've been running from Grievers the whole night. We'll go soon."
⭒----⭒
They leave within half an hour, with Newt insisting that he come too. He steps foot in the Maze for the first time in... a long time.
"Y/n!" calls Thomas.
"They're deaf," snaps Newt. "That's not gonna do anything."
Minho gives Newt a warning look, then says "Newt's right, but they can still call for us, so listen out."
"We'll split up here," says Minho at an intersection. "These walls don't change for a bit so we'll be fine."
He sends Thomas down one way and pulls Newt down the other way.
"Newt." Minho stops walking and turns to talk.
"What," says Newt flatly.
"Listen, I'm just gonna be straight with you. I don't think it's good for you to be here."
Newt doesn't respond.
"We both know we're looking for a body," says Minho gently. "You don't wanna see that."
"I know. I just- I have to be here," Newt closes his eyes. "I can't wait back in the Glade for you to come back and tell me they're gone."
Minho shakes his head. "Fine, I can't force you to leave."
"Thank you, Minho," says Newt.
"Hey! Over here!" Thomas' voice calls from his section. Minho and Newt run back to him.
"Y/n was here," says Thomas, pointing to your hiding space.
"Split up. Look for them," orders Minho.
Newt catches his gaze. "Maybe," says Minho, hope sparking.
As he turns the corner, Newt hears a yell. It's you. You're calling for Minho and Thomas.
"I found them!" shouts Newt behind him, not bothering to wait for the others as he runs to you.
You turn, almost intuitively, and your face breaks into a relieved smile as you see Newt running towards you.
He throws his arms around you, and you can only laugh giddily as you realise you're safe, and it's all okay.
You can feel him shaking against you, and you feel the short puffs of air near your face from the words he probably can't help whispering fervently despite knowing that you can't hear them.
"I'm okay," you sign, reaching out to wipe the tears off his face.
You break away gently as Minho and Thomas appear behind Newt, and you run to them.
After hugging both of them, you turn back to Newt, who's looking at you like you're gonna disappear any second.
"Let's go back," you sign with a soft smile, taking his hand.
Raced my computer battery to finish this fic
I kinda want to write another part to this fic, so that'll be out soon.
Thank you for reading!
Update: Part 2 is now here
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