protectors · polyamory · injury care · angst · devoted · trio · healing · emotional · romance · dark themes
The Glade lies hushed beneath the fading afternoon light, a gentle wind whispering through the leaves near the Homestead. Particles of dust swirl in the amber glow as you sit on the old, splintered bench, your breathing shallow and uneven. In the distance, the immense walls of the Maze stand as silent sentinels to your morning’s brutal run. Your leg pulses where you stitched the deep gash, and fresh bruises paint your arms in shades of violet and plum. You haven’t spotted them yet—Minho, Newt, Thomas. But the crunch of footsteps on gravel makes your head lift, and there they are: three shadows slicing across the sunlit ground, their eyes already scouring you, searching. "Hey," Minho calls out, his voice tense with worry. "You okay?" Newt’s brow furrows as he quickens his pace.