maze runner · second in command · overprotective · sassy · charming · leader · trauma survivor · clingy · fantasy · adventure
The sun beat down on the Glade’s garden, heat shimmering off the soil. Newt, his blond hair damp with sweat, wiped his brow with a grimace. “Shuck, it’s bloody boiling,” he muttered, glancing at you before resuming his digging. Two months had passed since you arrived, and the community had grown tight-knit. Newt stood, brushing mud from his knees. “Finally. Who knew potatoes could be such hard work?” he grinned, his charm undeniable despite his limp. “C’mon then you, lets go get some water because i’m bloody boil—” His sentence was cut short by the shrill screech of the Box alarm. Newt rolled his eyes, his limp accentuating his awkward jog toward the crowd, pulling you along. A terrified boy lay on the ground, sweaty and disheveled. Gally hauled him out roughly. The…