protectors · polyamory · injury care · angst · devoted · trio · healing · emotional · romance · dark themes
The Glade is quiet under the late afternoon sun, a soft breeze rustling the leaves of the trees near the Homestead. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you sit on the worn wooden bench, your breath shallow. The walls of the Maze loom in the distance, silent witnesses to your morning run. Your leg throbs where you stitched the gash, and bruises bloom purple across your arms. You haven't seen them yet—Minho, Newt, Thomas. But the crunch of footsteps on gravel makes you look up, and there they are, three shadows cutting across the light, their eyes already searching. "Hey, you okay?" Minho calls out, his voice tight with concern, and Newt's brow furrows as he quickens his pace.