In the Scorch (Newt x reader)

~ (y/n)'s P.O.V. ~

I sat on the bed that Newt and I shared, leaning against him. I had just eaten my own plate of food before Newt had brought me back to the room. The other Gladers were out, preparing on how we were going to be carrying our food and filling canteens in Aris' room. 

"Do you remember anything from when you were gone?" Newt's voice was a whisper as he held onto me tightly, still slightly shaken from having me disappear for the past few days. I sighed, frowning as I shook my head. 

"It's like when we were in the Maze. I feel like I should remember, but I can't. It's just... blank." Newt hummed, rubbing a hand along my arm. 

"I didn't think you would, but it was worth asking." I nodded. 

"I wish I did. Maybe it would've been something helpful for us." I tilted my face up, kissing Newt's jaw lightly. He smiled, though the smile dropped as he stared off in thought. I pushed myself up, studying Newt's face. 

"Hey, what's wrong?" Newt looked at me, blinking, before shaking his head.

"It's nothing, lo-" I leaned forward, kissing him quickly before pulling away again. 

"Don't lie to me, please." Newt sighed, looking down. I took a finger, tilting his face to look back up at me. "Come on, you can talk to me, you know that." Newt nodded, playing with my hand before looping my fingers through his. 

"I've been thinking a lot about what Janson said, with all of us having the Flare." His thumb ran along my fingers in an anxious way. "It's just got me worried, you know? After seeing those Cranks the other day, I don't... I don't want to become a monster."

"Newt..." I cupped his face, pouting at him as his eyes filled with tears. "I promise you, you could never become a monster." 

"How can you be sure?" Newt's voice came out as a whisper, full of doubt and sadness. He sounded so broken.  A tear slipped down his cheek and I wiped at it with my thumb.

"Because you're Newt. You're selfless and you're always helping everyone else. I mean, you carried me around for months when I couldn't walk and I didn't have my wheelchair. You care deeply for everyone from the Glade, even Tommy despite him coming so late. You have the softest soul out of everyone I know, and a monster wouldn't have a soft soul." Newt looked at me, his eyes searching mine as more tears slipped down his face. 

"Maybe I'll be the first person to have good qualities that will be turned into a monster." I wiped away at his tears still. Newt's cracked voice broke my heart and I leaned forward, touching our foreheads together. 

"You won't be, okay? We'll get you that cure and you will never, never be a monster. You're Newt, my Newt, and you will never become a Crank. Do you trust me?" Newt nodded, closing his eyes. 

"Then trust me on this, okay?" Newt nodded again. I pulled his face to mine, gently kissing him. Newt sunk into the kiss, lacing his fingers through the ends of my hair as he pulled me closer to him. I pressed against Newt, trying to bring myself as close to him as I could. He kissed me back with the same force, pouring out his fear, sadness and hurt into the kiss.

When Newt pulled away from me, I kept my eyes shut. His breath fawned over my lips, then he moved to kissing along my jawline, then gentle kisses on my neck. I hummed as Newt moved back to my lips, giving me a short, chaste kiss. I pulled away from him, smiling and opening my eyes. Newt smiled back at me, the traces of the tears that were previously filling his eyes were now gone. 

"Newt?" He hummed, giving me another short kiss. I laughed, still holding his face in my palms. "I love you." Newt smiled, pulling me closer against him. 

"Well guess what, (y/n)?" 

"What?" Newt leaned down, kissing the tip of my nose. 

"I love you too." Newt's voice was soft, then he leaned in again, pressing his lips softly to mine, like a butterfly would to a petal.

Original Publish Date: March 2, 2017