Flames // Newt x Reader \\

~Griever~

A/n: im so sorry I didn't get a chance to publish this chapter yesterday, I promise I'll be on time again 🥲

And sorry this story is quite slow, there will be a big time skip soon I promise. This chapter is kinda long, so enjoy...

~small-ish time skip~

Me and Newt were running the maze. It was nice because the day wasn't too hot or stuffy like it usually is.
"So, since the new greenie arrived last Sunday, what do you want me to call you?" Newt broke the silence
"I really don't mind as long as if it's not shank or shuck-face or klunk head or anything like that!"
"So I can keep calling you love?"
"If you must!" I said jokingly.
"Okay love it's your choice of film again, please don't choose another romcom. You were crying and everyone else was confused."
"Fine it will just be a comedy! Ooh! I know! A horror!" I was getting excited, we had gotten the movie 'It' from the creators because the boys were sick of me always choosing the same genre.

Click. Click. Whirr.

"Newt!" I whispered, "Griever!"

He immediately stopped. "In the middle of the day?" He whispered back

"Shh!"

Click. Click. Whirr. Click. Click. Whirr.

"Its getting closer... (Y/N) what do we do?" His whisper was almost inaudible.
I didn't answer I just shut my eyes. Praying it hadn't heard or seen us. Then the worst thing that could've happened, happened.

Newts scream echoed through their section of the maze. The Griever had grabbed his leg with its tail, I heard the snap of bone and Newt's cry of pain. I was frozen in shock for only a heartbeat before jumping onto the Griever's tail and crawled along it as it tried shaking me off, Newt still attached to the claw at the bottom. I heard Newt's body hit the wall with a thud, and a groan. Sorry Newt... I had encountered a dead Griever before, didn't know what or who killed it but I got a good look at it and found a weak spot in its slimy exoskeleton.

I found the gap between the head and the neck of the creature and plunged my hand into it, found something that I thought was needed and tugged on it, pulling it out through the small split in the back of the Griever's neck.

It jolted once. Then fell to the ground.

I rushed over to Newt, he was still conscious but only just. "Newt! Newt! Come on we have to get you back to the glade!" I said frantically. "Let me look at your leg." His face was twisted with pain, his breath coming jagged uneven. I pulled up his baggy jeans where it had been ripped and stained with blood to find a deep wound. He winced in pain. "I'm sorry Newt! I'm so sorry! I should've done more!"
"It's... okay love... just get me back to the glade will ya'?" I nodded and he tried to stand up.
"Hey hey! Not yet!" I grabbed the bandage that I always carry in my pack whenever we go running and wrapped it tightly around Newts leg. Pain flashed through his eyes. "Okay, now can you try to stand up? I won't be able to lift you off the floor."

He used the ivy on the wall and my arm for support. Once he was stood up, I wrapped my arm around his waist and he put his around my shoulders, I found that I was supporting a lot of his weight but not all of it.

"Come on Newt! Only a few turns left to go!" I got a mumble in return.
Just as I was making the last turning, Newt collapsed. "Newt... Newt! Come on shank! We're nearly back!" I picked his unconscious body off the ground and headed for the glade as quickly as I could -which wasn't very fast- the doors shut in three minutes, and only one hundred meters to go. We'll make it. This new realisation gave me strength. I started off on a power walk, coming up to a jog as I rounded the corner.