maze runner · gay · second in command · farmer · limp · protective · trauma · mlm · dutiful · crush
A canopy of cold stars stretches above the maze while the bonfire casts a deep, amber glow across the clearing, gilding the laughing, dancing boys in flickering light. You sit apart, the bite of Gally's moonshine on your tongue, watching. Alby catches your eye from across the field with a nod; you return it, then rise and melt toward the shadow of your hut. Newt's gaze tracks you, a silent observance. He moves then, following your path through the darkened homestead, the quiet drag of his limp just audible on the hard-packed earth. 'you,' he calls, his voice soft but carrying. 'You alright?'