As The Fire Dies

pairing:newt x reader

word count:1216

warnings:blood, injury, knives, fire, death/su*c*de, cranks/zombies, reader’s death

a/n:so, this is another from my wattpad book, which can be found here. it was two parts over there, so i’ve just stuck them together for easier reading :) also… i’m sorry!! 0_0

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(Part 1)

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The sound of the crackling fire calms you. You stare into it, then watch as the smoke rises up into the night sky. The stars are splattered like tiny, sparkling paint spots. While you watch them, you can think of nothing else. Not the Maze. Not hunger, nor thirst. Not the ache in your legs from running up and down sand dunes. Not even WKCD.

Your group is all sleeping around you. Aside from Thomas, of course. He either doesn’t sleep at all or is on high alert: waking up at the slightest sound.

Looking around at all of them, you smile. If there were anyone in the world you’d want to go through this hell with, it’s them. These people who you now consider friends. The people who have had your back ever since you arrived at the Glade a couple of years ago.

When your eyes land on him, though… your smile grows wider.

Newt.

The glue that holds your group together, especially during those times when things get tough. The one who always seems to know just what to say. The friend that motivates us and tries to keep us all on the same page- never taking sides. There isn’t anything wrong you can say or think about Newt. Except for one little thing: being that he is apparently oblivious to the fact that you are totally and undeniably in love with him.

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You pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around them. You watch Newt sleep. He snores softly, and the chilly breeze brushes his hair from his eyes. You wonder what he could be dreaming about as his lids twitch.

A sudden gust of wind disturbs your peace. It makes you shiver, so you wrap your arms tighter around your body.

You move your right hand up to your left shoulder when you feel a stinging sensation there. When you make contact with damp, raised skin, your mouth falls open. You quickly stand up and take three long strides before sitting again, farther away from your friends.

Closing your eyes, you remove your left arm from your t-shirt. You touch the skin again to feel it. The pain makes you wince, but curiosity makes you ignorant of it. Your fingers run over what feels like three jagged lines. Taking a deep breath, you pull your hand away and open your eyes.

“Oh, no.” You glance behind you upon realising you had said that out loud, but it seems that no one had heard.

You glance down at your hand. Your fingertips are red with blood. How did I not notice that I was bleeding?

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You think back to the broken escalators you ran up a few hours ago. A Crank had grabbed you just below your neck, then Newt had kicked it back: pulling you up and running with your hand in his.

I’m infected.

You cover the scratches, glancing back at your friends once more. Tears start to form in your eyes. As they run down your cheeks, the wind picks up again. It makes them cold, causing goosebumps to rise along your arms and legs. You sniffle, rubbing the back of your hand under your nose.

The crackling fire isn’t so calming any more. It feels more like a ticking clock of your remaining life.

And as the fire dies, so do I.

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(Part 2)

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When you hear footsteps approaching, you quickly swipe at your eyes. “H-hey.” You don’t hear an answer, so you look up to see who it is. Newt stands above you. His hand flies up to cover his mouth.

“Y/N..” You squeeze your eyes shut. He must have seen the scratches. “How.. oh god- how long have you been there?” Newt falls down beside you. 

“Long enough.” You whisper, barely audible. “Shit. Newt- I- I just noticed them myself..”

“No.” His head falls onto your unmarked shoulder. “This isn’t happening.. not you.”

“Newt… I know- I know this is.. bad, but I don’t wanna become one of those.. things-”

Newt looks up with teary eyes and furrowed brows. “No- don’t ask me to do.. to do..”

“I’m not.” You look to your friends, pointing at them. “But you have to let me do it. Please. And I don’t… I don’t want them to know. At least.. until after. I can’t bear seeing them when-”

You watch Newt as his eyes wander all over your face. Never, ever had you seen him look this broken. “Y/N, I-”

His hand reaches for yours. You place your palms together. Slowly, your fingers slide between his, fitting together like a puzzle. You cover your joined hands with your free one and squeeze.

“I don’t wanna leave you either…any of you. And… I know.. I should have said this a long time ago.. but I-” You take a deep breath, gathering yourself. You look him in the eyes and smile. “I love you, Newt. I always have. Ever since you lifted me out of that box, I just had this.. feeling,” you lift a hand to cover your heart that is beating faster than ever, “right here.”

You watch a tear fall down his face, then wipe it away with your thumb. He shakes his head. “Love, how am I supposed to let you go when you say something like that?”

You giggle. You don’t mean to, but it just comes out. “I’m sorry. It’s the truth.”

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You let an hour or two pass. You aren’t sure, as it passes by so slowly. You just sit and hold each other. Until you can’t anymore. Delaying what needs to happen won’t make it any better, and the pain worsens by the minute.

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“Newt… It has to be now… I can already feel it spreading.”

His eyelids close for a few seconds. When they open again, he leans forward on his knees. Carefully, he puts his hands on either side of your face and then kisses your cheek. He rests his forehead against yours. “I do too, by the way… I love you.”

You pull your knife from the lowest pocket of your trousers. “Newt.. tell them I’m sorry. Please.. after.. tell them I love them all.” You nod against him before pulling away and turning around so as not to look at your love so broken.

Then you notice Thomas shifting. He sits up and looks around, and when his eyes land on the scene ahead, Thomas quickly rises. Before he can reach you to stop it, you lift the knife to your chest. You turn your head slightly in the direction of Newt and smile. “I love you… so much.” A single, final tear slides along your face as you close your eyes and clutch the knife tighter. “I’ll be looking over you.”

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Newt catches your body and gently shuts your eyes. He chokes on a sob as he kisses both of your cheeks in turn and then whispers, “I’ll see you soon, love.”

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He spends the rest of the night clinging to your body. He brushes hairs from your face and stares into the fire. Only small flames flicker now, the light only barely revealing the details of your face. Embers float around, rising up and then disappearing as they descend and disintegrate into nothingness.

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I gasp, shooting up from the make shift bed I call home for the time being. I’m heaving, but no tears are falling. I look around myself frantically, but that’s when I see him. Newt. He’s stirring awake beside me. He’s okay. “Y/N? Are you alright?” He asks worriedly, sitting up. My breathing calms. “Yeah, I’m okay, sorry.” I whispered to him. “You sure?” He asked, grabbing the water bottle beside the bed and handing it to me. I nodded, drinking it, and laying down, Newt doing the same, and I cuddle into front, and he rests his arm around my waist. He looks so tired, he’s exhausted, and I feel a little bad for waking him up.

As he closes his eyes to go to sleep once again, I speak. “Do you ever get the feeling that…you’re trying to remember someone but, you just can’t?” I ask, looking up at him. “I wish I could say I do.” He said. I sighed. “My dreams are about you, you know?” He quirks a brow. “From before.” I say. “What were we like?” He asks. I clench the jacket he’s wearing between my fingers. “Just like we are now, somehow.” I say. “Almost like it was fate.” I add. He brings his hand from my waist to my face. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.” He says, looking into my eyes. Gazing, even. “Kiss me.” I say. And he does as I ask, kissing me oh so lovingly. Passionate and sweet. All I could ever want.

It was supposed to be a short kiss and back to sleep, but that isn’t what happened. His hand slides from my face and under my shirt to my waist. “Newt,” I whisper. He hums. I pull away slightly and whisper, “I want you to make love to me.” I stated. His eyes widen a little, “But we’re both half asleep.” I shake my head, “I don’t care.” And that was all he needed. He then hovered over me, kissing me passionately. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he ground into me. No roughly though, you have to remember, we’re both tired. We also have to keep quiet, because down the ‘hall’ is our friends who are peacefully sleeping.

He sits up, and pulls off his coat, and I take off my shirt. He kissed me again, and I run my hands under his shirt, he gets the memo, and takes it off. He connects our lips once again, and groans quietly in my mouth. I moan back as he grinds onto me. He pulls off my pants with ease, then leans back to take off his own. He hovers back over me, hands caressing down my sides. “God, you are so beautiful.” He says, breathlessly. I blush, and his lips are back on mine like clockwork. His hands slide down to the hem of my panties, and slowly pulls them down my legs. He discards them with the rest of our clothes, on the ground. “What did I do to deserve you?” He smiles, not really looking for an answer. I bring my hands to the hem of his boxers, “By being you.” I replied, before pulling them down and he kicks them off. He reaches over to his coat that lays limp on the floor, pulling a condom that we found in the mall weeks and weeks prior, from it and slips it on.

He looks at me, as if asking me if I’m ready without words, because none are needed, I trust him completely. With a nod, he slides into me slowly, and I gasp quietly, and he lets out a breath from his nose, burying his face into my neck. I bring one hand to grasp the hairs at the base of his neck while the other snakes under his to hold his shoulder. He thrusts slowly, but not too slow, it’s perfect. We moan quietly, almost whispers. Our breaths and occasional moans could only be heard by us. It doesn’t take us long for us to be almost there, we never have alone time anymore. He pulls his face from my neck and looks into my eyes. “I love you.” He says and my heart flutters. “I love you too.” I say. And before long we’re both over the edge, and the moment is over. And we put our clothes back on, and lay back down.

“What time is it?” I ask, cuddling into his side.He reached over to the ground to grab his picket watch, glancing at it before answering me. “Almost 2 am.” I don’t respond, I bring my arm to his waist from the inside of his coat, and he wraps his arm around me. We lay in silence for sometime, and when he’s sure I’m asleep he whispers, “I love you.” And cuddles further into me. And I whisper it back.

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I stood in front of the car door watching Newt hotwire it or whatever he was doing. We were waiting to leave to go save Minho, and I was tired. It was like two A.M. when Newt woke me up, and I’m exhausted.

“You alright?” Newt asked, noticing my drooping eyes. “I’m just tired.” I answered. “You can hop in the back, we’ll be driving long enough for you to get some sleep.” He said. He was sweet, always cared for me. I loved that about Newt. He always cared no matter what.

I just nodded before walking over to the backseat and getting in. Newt stopped messing with the car to walking away and coming back a minute later with blankets and a pillow for me. He even took it upon himself to sit down with me to tuck me in and make sure I was comfortable.

“You alright being back here, or do you want me to stay with you?” He asked me. “I’ll be fine, Thomas will be back here anyway.” “You sure?” He asked. I smiled, “I’m sure, you need to be up front with Fry so he knows where he’s going.” I answered. “Alright, sleep tight.” He said, leaning down to give me a sweet kiss. He then got out and leaned against the car waiting for Thomas, who would inevitably try and leave on his own.

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