Worth Living (Newt x Reader)

“Hey, (Y/N)!”

The field was echoing with faded laughter, the campfire giving off a comfortable warmth that felt like ticklish butterfly against skin. Teenagers were drunk heavily on ale- never a good sign- but they were happy anyways, lips forming smiles that were preciously rare in this world. Even the ever-stoic Minho was smiling, face flushed to the tip of his ears.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS, YOU SHUCKY GLADERS!”

Someone had shouted, joy lacing their almost-crazed shout, and soon teenagers of all kind were joining in at the chant. The chant became a song and the song became a mash of yells, yet the loud voices did not seem to bother them at all.

Nothing would bother them at all. There was still fuel to their fire, and they would not stop until they ran out.

Not even the Greivers could ruin their party, not today.

And in the very midst of it, in the chaos and the yelling and the rough movement of swaying and rough dancing, a certain (H/C)-ette and blonde stood, giggles bubbling from their throats in short hiccups. They were having the time of their lives- dancing to the music in a crazed haze, lost in each other- and though the girl knew they would have one hell of a hangover the next morning, she was content with letting the boy lead him to chaos, deeper and deeper.

“(Y/N),” the boy suddenly called, voice obnoxiously loud, “Merry Christmas. Thank you … so much for staying with me!”

The girl fumbled on her step before she looked up, putting on a charming smile that made the boy’s face light up. “You too, lil’ Newt! Never thought I’d fall in love with a greenie like ya…” She and he laughed at the sentence, as if something hilarious was said, before she calmed herself and continued, “But I don’t regret a thing!”

And that night, they danced, they had fun, they kissed. They made memories they would never forget.

Only death would part them now, they were sure.


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Newt woke with a silent gasp, lips stretched wide and pupils dilated. He tossed a thin blanket from his body in a frenzied movement then turned, inspecting the scenery, the harsh sand that reminded him so much of snow…

But no, this wasn’t snow. This was sand.

The desert…

A hasty sigh, and Newt jerked back to the sand once again, finally realizing where and why he was here. And as he turned, he saw his fellow friends all shaking and sweating profusely, all lost in their dreams like a child, and he had to turn away to glance at the bright sky.

And lying there, staring up at the stars that shone so bright, he felt himself wondering.

He wondered if this was worth all of the sacrifice.

And he wondered if this life was worth living, without her to love him.