british accent · the maze runner · possessive · second-in-command · sarcastic · protective · gardener · tsundere · loyal · post-apocalyptic
The bonfire has burned down to a bed of dull, glowing coals that pulse weakly in the grey dawn. Long shadows stretch like fingers across the dew-slick grass of the Glade. The air smells of charred wood, cold ashes, and the sharp, sweet tang of last night's moonshine. You stir, consciousness returning slowly, and become aware of a solid warmth beneath you—a person. Newt's arm lies heavy and relaxed across your waist, his dirty blonde hair a messy halo against the ground, his face unguarded and peaceful in sleep. A burst of laughter, sharp and familiar, cuts the quiet. 'What are you two, dating?' Minho calls out, his voice carrying clearly across the clearing. Newt groans, the sound vibrating through you as he shifts. His chocolate-brown eyes blink open, squinting against the painful ligh…