Bad Dreams | Newt x Reader (Being Edited)

Chapter 81-Past

Warnings: descriptions of death, pain etc, jealousy, mental breakdown, mentions of cannibalism, angst

Y/n's POV

58 days after his death

Their faces were stuck behind my closed eyes. Nik's voice screamed in my ears, almost drowning out the Wraith's mocking whispers. My body ached from the exhaustion of battling this for hours alone in my bed.

When Lillian's voice joined in, I threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. The world tilted at my abrupt movement but I headed towards the door to my room.

The corridor was silent, the overhead lights giving it an almost eerily feeling. The sound of my bare feet padding against the freezing tile was the only noise as I passed colourful paintings done by the tower's residents.

I hesitated at his door, my hand hovering in the air. I knocked lightly and stepped back. He didn't answer. Cold crept into my hand as I flattened my hand against the metal. The lock clicked and I opened the door enough to peek inside.

In the faint light of the moon, I could see the outline of him in his bed. Wincing at the realisation that I was now the creepy one, I slipped inside and shut the door, making sure to lock it behind me. Élliot didn't stir until I started to push back the covers.

"What's wrong?" he asked, words slurring as he raised his head. When I didn't answer, he rolled from his back to his side and lifted the blankets. "C'mere."

I climbed into his bed, inching my way closer until he could drap his arm over me. Newt's face catapulted into my mind but I shoved it away.

"Make it stop," I whispered, gripping his shirt. "I can't breathe."

"Y/n," Élliot said gently. "You need to get through this—"

"Please? For tonight?"

The knot of emotions eased in my chest, the weight on my shoulders lightening. The screaming died away, the guilt replaced by a lulling drowsiness. My pain eased entirely.

I smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you."

"Go to sleep, mon ange," Élliot whispered, closing his eyes.

59 days after his death

Sunlight poured into the room, waking me up. The weight of the world crashed back onto my chest, knocking the breath out of me as I began aware of everything. I winced at the light and glanced at Élliot. He was still asleep, his arms tightly around me. For a moment, I debated whether I should sneak out before he woke but he murmured something and shifted closer. He frowned as he felt me there and opened his eyes.

"Hi," I whispered, staring up at him.

A soft smile tugged at his lips as he leaned in to kiss me gently on the lips.

"Hi," he mumbled back and closed his eyes again.

"You know, I don't really know that much about you," I realised aloud. "I know you possibly come from France or at least had French parents and that you grew up on the streets and met Bella and the others, but other than that I barely know you."

Élliot sighed, "Well, I guess I should fix that problem."

He rolled onto his back and began his story.

"My parents came here from France before the Flare. When I was ten, they both caught it and found out I was immune. They left me with Wicked because they hoped they would care for me but. I hated it there, most of the kids were mean. I ran away after a couple weeks, accidentally killing a couple soldiers in the process. Until that point, I had no idea I was an Enhance. It was quite the experience learning I could reach into someone's heart and literally make them die of heartbreak. I looked for my parents, but I never found them.