you woke up early one morning in the scorch. you go to sit up but you soon notice newts head on your lap, still sleeping peacefully. you smile and lay back down, running your fingers through his soft blonde hair. he fidgets around, getting comfortable, before looking up at you smiling.
y/n : "oh i'm sorry love, i didn't mean to wake you."
newt : "it's ok sweetie, now i get to see your beautiful face for longer."
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oneshots, 𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙎 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙀-𝙎𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍.
Fanfiction-𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎 ' love, love, glorious love ' ( 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮 ) ♡
