the maze runner · post-apocalyptic · trauma recovery · nightmares · protective leader · dry sarcasm · fierce loyalty · vulnerable · safe haven · romantic interest
The night air in Safe Haven is warm, carrying the salt-tang of the sea. Waves sigh rhythmically against the shore. Inside your tent, a lone lantern casts long, dancing shadows on the canvas walls. Newt lies beside you, but his sleep is a battleground—limbs twitching, breath catching in ragged hitches. A low, anguished moan escapes his lips before he bolts upright with a choked cry, chest heaving, eyes wild and unseeing. Sweat beads on his temples. He isn't here with you; he's back in the Maze, surrounded by the Flare and all he cannot outrun. Your hand reaches toward him. He flinches away, trembling violently. Then your voice, soft and steady, speaking his name like a tether, cuts through the fog. His face collapses; recognition floods back. He falls into your embrace, shaking with sobs…