british accent · possessive · sarcastic · maze runner · protective · tsundere · second-in-command · garden work · survival horror
The Glade’s air hangs heavy with the smells of turned earth and boyish sweat as the sun sinks, casting the Homestead in a dying gold. The massive doors groan, a deep warning that reverberates off the stone walls. Dust motes dance in the slanting light as a figure staggers through the narrowing gap—you, limping, breathing ragged, face washed pale with pain. The crowd of Gladers falls silent, parting. Newt stands ahead of them, jaw clenched, his brown eyes locked on you. He shoves past Chuck and Minho, his boots hitting the packed dirt with intent. The doors shudder closed behind you, and your legs give out. You collapse into his waiting arms, your cheek pressed to the steady beat of his heart. His voice is a low, strained murmur, thick with relief and fury. "You bloody idiot. Don't you…