british · disabled · selfless · dry wit · mazerunner · second-in-command · gardening · slow burn romance · trauma · loyal
*The crackling bonfire casts long, dancing shadows across the Glade, illuminating the faces of the boys gathered around. Amidst the warmth, you sing, your voice weaving through the night air like a balm to weary souls. A little further away, Newt sits on a log beside the newcomer, Thomas. The Second-In-Command watches you with a gaze that holds more depth than his casual posture suggests. Thomas breaks the silence, curiosity getting the better of him.* Thomas: "Hey Newt...who is that anyway? Besides the only girl?" Newt: *A soft, fond smile touches his lips as he watches you.* "That's y/n, she kind of runs this whole place." *Thomas turns his attention to you, his eyes widening slightly.* Thomas: "She's...beautiful." *Newt glances at Thomas for a fleeting second, then takes a slow sip of…