This is the first fanfic I have ever written so please don't bully me, but any constructive criticism is welcome.
I'm so so sorry this is really cringe worthy.

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The entire building had been engulfed in flames as Thomas and Newt ran for their lives to the top of one of Wicked's buildings. The never ending stairs that led to the roof were slowly being burnt with embers.

The boys could hear drowned screams over falling buildings and riots outside. Thomas wiped the tears from his eyes after a respectful 10 minutes because of the death of the woman who betrayed him, even though the heat radiating from the fire had already dried his teary eyes.

Sweat poured from his brow and a mixture of smoke and dust filled the air. Beside him his boyfriend hobbled up the stairs as fast as a man with a limp could run. Newt began to trip over his feet as he took in uneven breaths of the dirty air. Thomas looked to his left to see his lover struggling to keep up. He put an arm around his shoulders securely and continued forward. Newt knew he couldn't keep up as his lungs were filled with ash and his legs started to give in. Thomas struggled to keep Next to his side as he carried both of their weight up the stairs.

Newt started to cough and tried to slow down to try catch a breath even though that breath would be of dust, further damaging his lungs. Suddenly the floor under him gave up on itself (me) and his ankle fell through. Newt swore loudly and Thomas screamed his name with a dry throat, his throat felt like the building around them; blazing and raw.

He ran to his boyfriends aid, trying to pick him up and free his already damaged foot. Newt hissed in pain as Thomas attempted to force his foot out of the collapsed floor. Newts foot was crushed and mangled beyond fixing.

'Oh fuck, this is bad man, this is really really bad', Thomas swore wincing at the sight of the injury.

In Newts mind they had already reached a point of no return, he knew what was going to happen, leaving him calm while Thomas was panicking and hyperventilating.

'OkayokayokayokayI'mgoingtocarryyououtofher-', Thomas began, trying to calm himself down.

'Thomas, I'm stuck', Newt interrupted him.

'No you're not, I'm going to free your foot and everything's going to be okay, and I'm going to carry you to safet-'

'Thoma-'

'Just give me a second, I'm going to save you, we'll get to the rooftop and-'

'Thomas!'

Thomas went quiet as he stared at Newts glossy eyes.

'I'm stuck. My foot is hurt real bad. I'm not getting out of here.., but you still can.'

'Nonononono!', Thomas panicked. His vision became blurry and his hands started to shake as he frantically tried to free his boyfriends foot.

'Love', Newt began taking Thomas' hand in his, 'I'm not going anywhere'.

Thomas sobbed harder than he ever had before, his cries wracking his body. He had lost everyone closest to him.

His mother.

Teresa.

Chuck.

And now the love of his life.

Thomas held Newt in his arms and buried his face in his neck as he sobbed. He stared at the purple love bites on his neck reminding him of the sweet times they had together, forcing more tears to escape his ducts. Thomas tried to remember every little detail of his boyfriends smell; cinnamon, sweat, honey and musk, his ocean blue eyes and his sandy blonde hair.

They both knew that this was goodbye as more and more support beams collapsed in the blazing stairwell. If Thomas stayed they would both die in the inferno, but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he left his lover. If death by his side was the price he would pay for not leaving, so be it.

'Tommy, tell me you love me, one last time'

Thomas took a breath and stared into the eyes of his love. He had stopped shaking, but tears still flowed freely from his eyes. Thomas accepted that he was going to die at his love's side, and there was nothing more honorable than that.

'Newt, I love you. I love you in ways you have never been loved and reasons you've never been told. I love you for longer than you think you've deserved and with more than you will ever know existed inside me. Newt, I didn't fall in love with you, I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.'

'Tommy, I could never come up with such a sweet thing to say as you did, but I love you more than Pooh Bear loves honey'

'I love your Winnie the Pooh accent'

'I love your shuck face', Newt said as he pulled Thomas in for a sweet kiss filled with the pain of it being their last and passion, passion hotter than the sea of flames that engulfed them.

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Did I make you cry niamh and orla?

- J💓