Adventure Awaits Part Five
Fun fact: I have half of part six written. I will publish it in ten days. I have a deal to make with you guys. For every person that comments about what they love (or hate) about this story in our inbox, I will reduce that time by half a day. That means if twenty people comment, I will publish it as soon as possible today. If nobody comments, I will publish part six on May 13.
Bonus: If 30 people comment, I will write a fluffy, fluff ball of a coffee shop au fanfic with Credence because he deserves the world.
And yes, you can curse me out for doing this as well. (Just curious to see what the demand is. And also for what you all think because all we get is likes and reblogs. Which are nice, but we love feedback as well! It makes our days!) You can also send in theories as to what happens next!
P.S. Sorry for any time tense inconsistencies, I wrote the whole story in past tense but for whatever reason I kept writing in present tense. Gah.
P.S.S. (Or is it P.P.S. I forget) I have a lot to say today, sorry lol.
The train ride to Constantinople was a quiet one for the two of you, as it always was. You struggled to maintain a steady hand while drawing as the train rocked back and forth. While you drew, your mind couldn't help but wander to the men you saw speaking with Newt. He looked a bit flustered at the time and now a feeling in your gut told you not to believe what he said about Eliza. You glanced up. He was staring out the window, his eyes growing heavy with sleep despite the noon sun shining almost directly in his eyes.
You pulled the shade down partially and he mumbled his thanks as he drifted off. His hands clutched the suitcase, as they always did. But instead of the usual tension that resided in his arms, his muscles went slack.
For once, he trusted you.
You only wished you could trust his words.
