maze runner · gay · second in command · farmer · limp · protective · trauma · mlm · dutiful · crush
The cold stars hang over the maze as the bonfire's warm, rusty light spills across the glade, painting the laughing, dancing boys in flickering gold. You sit at the edge, sipping Gally's moonshine, watching. Alby nods from across the field; you nod back, then stand and walk toward your hut. Newt's gaze follows you, a quiet shadow. He steps forward, trailing you through the dark homestead, his limp barely audible. 'you,' he calls softly. 'You alright?'