flaunt your growth | newtmas au

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"Newt, Thomas, wake up."
Only a few seconds passed before Brenda got desperate.
"Yo lovebirds, get your asses up before we all get eaten by this shucking monster!" she said in a more aggressive tone loud enough to jolt the two awake.
"Did you say monster, Bren?"
Thomas's voice was groggy in a way that Newt loved. He wished he could wake up to that every morning...

Well, if there were different circumstances. In only a few moments, the two boys hear the the roar they hoped was just in their heads. Once their vision cleared, they saw the beast of the legendary minotaur.

"Now would be a good time for a plan, Smart Guy," Brenda whispered in a warning tone as Thomas unsheathed his sword that Newt had only seen twice.
Once the monster had charged, the blonde grabbed his spear that fit so well in his hand. Using the chant that Chiron had taught him, Newt slammed it to the ground, yelling "synkomidí, ánoixi" (translated from Greek to "harvest, spring") as fierce as he could, summoning strong roots from what must have been a sequoia to resist it's hands and legs. The beast clamored in it's new restraints as Brenda summoned Mist onto her palm.
"You got it, Newt?"
Newt just nodded, too focused to say words.
In a few seconds, she was raising the cloud to the monster's face from her hand, someone making it calm enough to not resist as Thomas sliced it's throat.

Newt almost passed out once he let go of his spear, falling backwards into Thomas' arms, his head spinning and his vision turning dark. He had never summoned so much power in his life.
"He's getting better,"
"But will it be enough?"
"Gods I hope so."
As Thomas' words left his lips, Newt blacked out again.

Newt woke up again to a shade of beautiful brown he had already memorized in his head to store forever. A hand was combing through his most likely messy hair in an almost hypnotizing way, slightly lulling his eyes closed again. However, he was determined to stay awake.
"How long have I been out?"
Thomas hesitated but began, "seven hours," in a soft whisper that Newt could barely make out. This caused the blonde son of Demeter to bolt out of the other's grasp.
"And you didn't wake me?! We're running out of time! The demigod could be dead for all we know!"
"Relax,"
For a second, Newt thought that the brunette had forgotten about their quest, but he then realized that they were in a completely different location than before. Brenda was fast asleep laying on a log next to a rushing creek, sticks and leaves slightly sticking out of her hair due to the tree she lay under shedding itself.
She moved us while I was asleep.
The two boys were sprawled across a patch of grass, Thomas with his legs crossed comfortably, looking at the array of wildflowers around them. Newt assumed he had accidentally summoned those in his sleep.
"We need to train more. Your powers are badass and all, but they're useless when you're unconscious."
Newt nodded, sitting up so that his head could make out more of their area. Trees littered the small oasis like a shelter, however, their stature was almost menacing. The creek continued on as it cut a path through the canopy peacefully, as if the carbon giants weren't even there. The blonde boy decided that if he was going to back to any place from their adventure, it would be here.
He didn't even notice Thomas now standing with two swords in his hand, leaning down to offer one to him. With a slight smirk, Newt grabbed and tossed aside the sword, summoning his spear.
"I don't like clunks of metal."
"I guess we'll see if that was a good choice,"
Thomas swung his sword with ease, forcing Newt to defend himself. He was almost hurt that the other would even dare to be a threat to him.
"Calm down, shank. Use your powers. Flaunt your growth."
With those words, Newt created a tornado of soil and rocks while swinging the spear, pushing it forward with a flick of his hand. Thomas was forced to step back in surprise, smirking all the while.
The motion took a toll on Newt, though, as he doubled over in fatigue. The tornado wavered and collapsed in front of the other.
"Fight! Fight like your life depends on it! Because someday, it will."
That was all it took to lift Newt's spirits. He looked up to see Thomas advancing, so he raised the spear, conjuring roots to grab onto the arm wielding the sword. They weren't strong enough to hold the muscular limb, though, as they frayed and broke, collapsing into the grass.
"Fight, Newt!"
Mustering a chunk of his strength, he summoned a wall of thick vines to surround him in protection. If he couldn't defend himself, he might as well regain his energy in his own personal shelter.
The vines continued to grow, even after Newt stopped his spell.
"Proáspisi!" (translated to "protection" in Greek)
Even as Thomas began to shear away his wall, the vines continued, bolting themselves to the ground, and as Newt thought of it, they thickened around the attacker's ankles, dragging him to the ground. Instead of fatigue, Newt was surged with strength. He felt the grass rising slightly under his power, urging to assist. For the first time, he had complete and utter control.
Outside the barrier, Thomas cheered, hollering and shouting encouragement.
Newt loved him.
He loved him so much.

*unedited*