#Maze Runner fic

[mazegays]

1 + minally

took me a few days to see this, but thanks for the ask!! prompts post here. we'll see if i can keep this 250 words or less : )

1: "Who exactly put you in charge? So I know where to file the complaint."

Gally's not going to say he's thriving, but busy hands are tired hands, and he's sleeping better here than he has since the Right Arm rescued him.

So far, he hasn't really had to work with the other surviving Gladers. They're around, and he's not avoiding them; they all have their own stuff to do.

There's a lot of work to do, to keep them all alive, to make sure they have food and water and shelter, and Gally's glad to do it, as long as it keeps him from having nightmares.

"Who exactly put you in charge?" One of the two Gladers Gally has been actively avoiding. Great. "So I know where to file the complaint."

"You did, shank. Get your memories wiped again?" He lands on the wrong side of sour to be teasing, but it's not like Minho has ever let that get to him before.

"Well, it's working for you." Minho leans against the half-finished wall. "And me, for that matter."

"What, the Greenie get tired of you already?"

"His name is Thomas." Minho doesn't play about Thomas, and Gally just wants to figure out why it's never been that way with him. Thomas shows up, and Minho all but drops him for this scrawny new kid who-

Who got them out. Who survived the Scorch, and being shot, and went back to WCKD willingly.

Yeah, Gally gets it. He just wishes it hadn't been him who got left behind.

"You've barely said a word to me since we got here."

"Figured you were better off without me."

"Since when?" Gally doesn't like the way Minho's watching him. "You remember how things were. You pulled away first, you don't get to blame me."

He'd pulled away because he'd been terrified of what he'd seen in the Changing, of his own mind, and as much as he'd wanted to be alone, he'd also wanted Minho to pull him back in.

But he hadn't known how to say it, and Thomas had shown up, and whatever pieces of Gally-and-Minho that were left had been ground to dust in his footsteps.

The spear might have done some of that, too, but Gally really can't blame Minho for that one. Chuck was an annoying little kid, but Gally hadn't wanted him dead.

Minho stares at him for another minute or so, and when he turns around, Gally thinks he's going to leave.

"Put me to work, shank, or I'll just pick something and do it."

"You don't even know what you're doing."

"Never stopped me before." Minho winks at him, like they still do that, and picks up a saw.

"You're going to take your fingers off, shank, put that down."

"If that's what it takes to get you to talk to me. Show me where to cut." Gally has to get close to take the saw. And if Minho laces their fingers together and won't let go, well, Gally allows it because he's a klunkhead who would knock down one of their projects if left unsupervised.

No matter what Frypan has to say about it. goal wc: 250 or less actual wc: 516

[subjecta5theglue]

this is your formal reminder NOT to write fanfiction in the notes of your phone, but to write it on your laptop/literally any other device instead. it's been months, and the predictive text on my phone still comes up with "newt" or "thomas" after the most random words. i literally cant get rid of it 😐

[brattyvox]

﹟ 𝗠𝗔𝗭𝗘 𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 Anything labeled 18+ has smut.

♡ THOMAS

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♡ MINHO

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♡ NEWT

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♡ GALLY

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♡ VINCE

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♡ ARIS

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♡ BRENDA

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[toby-du-coeur]

galesa romcom rarepair 2k24

@mazerunner-rarepairs

rating: teen and up

Teresa & Gally are the workaholic, dependable, jilted romcom lovers [with lowkey scully & mulder coded levels of feral domesticity]

Gally's watching the dark-haired woman, the jilted one · She walks away, stiff, clutching her suitcase · doesn't look back

She's going to pass Gally · eyes on the shiny airport floor, shoulders bent, loose hand twisting in the buttons of her navy blazer

Gally should leave her to her sorrows

But, again · implosion imminent

So when she walks past him he says, quiet but he knows his voice carries, "You too, huh?" threadbare and disbelieving

Her head snaps around, mouth tight, traces of anger sparkling in her shockingly blue eyes

[headrant]

𝓝𝐎𝐖 𝓞𝐑 𝓝𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑂𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟

❝ 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒, ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒. 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔���� 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 ... ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 ?? 🚫🚫

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 💬💬

Just a little bit further, guys!" I heard Thomas shout as we made our way up the sandy hill. It was hot.. hotter than I've ever experienced.

"Right there.." Thomas said, pointing off in the distance. 

"It shouldn't be too long now.." Newt agreed, but before we could even start walking I felt Winston's grip on my hand loosen as he fell.

"Winston!" I shouted, running after his collapsed figure before quickly taking the water flask from my bag. There wasn't much left, but I could tell he was dehydrated. 

"Drink.." I whispered, holding it up to his mouth as I helped him sip. 

"He's dehydrated.. we need to carry him or something.." I said, though it seemed Thomas and Newt were already on it as they made a stretcher for him.

We didn't make it much further, but all I could do was hope Winston could hang on.. I couldn't lose him.. that was when the stretcher became far lighter than it was, but it was a gunshot that had me panicking. 

"What are you doing!?" Frypan shouted as Winston tried to take the gun before collapsing again. 

"It's growing.. inside of me.." I heard him whimper out..

Winston wasn't dehydrated.. he was infected..

"No.. no, no.." Was all I could say.. all I could think as I fell to my knees next to him. 

"I'll be okay.. just, please.." Winston choked out. "Don't let me turn into one of those things.." he requested, reaching for Frypan's gun. 

I froze.. we all froze.. I just lost Gally and Chuck, I couldn't add Winston to that list..

Before I knew it, Newt was placing the gun in Winston's hand, I couldn't move.. I couldn't stop him..

"Now get out of here.." he whimpered out.

I have never felt more alone in my life as I watched everyone file away. 

"Georgia.. go.." Winston told me, but I couldn't. 

"I'm not leaving you.." I managed to whimper out, my forehead resting against his. 

"Then.. please.." he began, putting the gun in my hand. "I can't shoot myself in front of the girl I love.." Winston admitted. 

I couldn't kill the boy I love..

"No.. no you'll live.. you'll-" I cried out, but Winston only shook his head. 

"I appreciate the optimism.. but I won't.." he said, resting his head back. 

Tightening my grip on the gun, I put the barrel to his stomach before my lips found his forehead. 

"I love you, Georgia.." was all Winston said before placing his hand on mine and I pulled the trigger.

[toby-du-coeur]

omg it's my fic

[luh-lloyd-garmadone]

sometimes I forget that like 90% of my ships aren’t canon ( usually because one or both of the characters are dead ) but then I just sigh and go back to reading fix it fics and gay AUs

[kobrafangs]

rip newt you wouldve loved chappell roan

[ssseashell]

“in another universe” but it’s Newtmas

[saltwaterburns]

OHDNDKELSOFOHHHH MY GOSH IM. wiggling my toes. Giggling. Kicking my feet.

lonesome love - n.

pairing: newt x gn! reader

summary: newt is one of the first few to arrive in the glade, and you do your best to help him navigate this new life. he has a difficult time adjusting.

word count: 7,576

tw: suicide attempt. also, it’s the maze runner, so like… confused chaos. 

a/n: hi everyone! i am now on SUMMER BREAK BABY which means hopefully time to write. i figured i’d get this one out of the way since its low in demand. side note, i know that james dashner has confirmed newt as gay, so this is gender neutral reader out of respect for that :) btw this is HELLA long and i didn’t even mean it to be. sorry not sorry!

EVER SINCE HE EMERGED FROM the box, you were worried. There was an air of helplessness that dripped from his every word, a sense of melancholy with his every movement as though his very existence was painful. Newt was a very sweet and very thoughtful boy— but he was also very, very sad.

Selfless and humble, Newt tried his best in everything and later on became a wonderful friend to you. You held onto him with every ounce of strength you had, even if it meant holding down the feeling that you had the potential for something more; there were things more important than your measly crush.

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[troyssix]

NEWTMAS NEWTMAS NEWTMAS

(books)

"newt squeezed his hand tightly"

"thomas realized how much newt meant to him"

"what's up, tommy? you look bloody great for 3 in the morning"

"i knew i'd follow you anywhere. and i have" (this is just the films ik but still)

also newt only trusting thomas with the note

also the TENSION

also newt being confirmed fruity

historians say "they were great friends" THEY WERE GAY BITCHES

[mazegays]

could've followed my fears all the way down

Chapters: 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 31

Chapter 30

Thomas’s nerves are almost cute, if they weren’t so worrying. He’s more than willing to hold their hands in public, if he doesn’t have the sling on, but he’s clearly fretting over everything else.

“Do you think he knows we want to kiss him?” Gally asks when Thomas is laughing with Sonya across the fire.

“I think that’s the problem.” Minho watches Thomas’s face.

“What, he doesn’t want to kiss us?”

“More like he’s not sure how.” Minho’s pretty sure Thomas kissed Teresa a few times, and maybe Brenda, but he doesn’t know. It’s not exactly the kind of thing Thomas would have told him about. He doesn’t really want Thomas to tell him about it.

“It’s kissing, it’s not that hard.” Gally scoffs a little.

“Just because we had sex in the Glade doesn’t mean he did.” Minho points out, and he can see when that clicks for Gally.

“We have to talk about feelings again, don’t we?”

When did Minho become the one who knows that first?

… Actually, he doesn’t want an answer to that. 

“Yeah.”

“Thomas wants to go into the forest.” Gally changes the subject.

“No.” It hasn’t been that long since he had a panic attack sitting under one tree, he’s not allowed to go into the forest.

finish on ao3 or continue reading - if you like the fic, please reblog!!

“He’s been talking about it all week. He keeps creating signs for it while he’s teaching me. He wants to go together, but not for long.”

This is a fight Minho’s going to lose, he already knows it. Gally looks like he’s ready to say yes, he probably offered to tell him so Thomas wouldn’t have to.

“Why? He can hardly look at it without panicking.”

“He thinks he needs to get over it. I know he’s said something to Sonya. I think he’ll just follow her in if we don’t go.”

“Well, at least he’s not planning on going alone.” 

“So we’re doing it, then?”

“Maybe this is something we should talk to Jamie about— together, not individually.” is what Minho settles on saying, because he really doesn’t know.. He hates the idea, he doesn’t want Thomas anywhere near that forest and he thinks it’s going to end very badly.

But Thomas is a stubborn shank whose two settings of ‘dealing with things’ involve ignoring them or charging into them headfirst.

“Why Jamie?”

“Because she might be able to explain why it would be helpful, or why it’s a really bad idea and we shouldn’t do it. I know he talks to her about it one-on-one, but for something we do together we need to talk to her together.”

“He’s been a lot better lately, Minho. He’s been able to eat more, he’s sitting near the tree right now and not panicking, the sling is just about off for good. If he wants to try this, why wouldn’t we help him?”

“I���m not saying we wouldn’t,” he pauses, trying to get his thoughts together. “I’m worried, Gally. If this is too much, too soon, it could be bad.”

The two weeks of nearly entirely signing after the initial tree panic attack prove that very well. Sure, it’s better now, but only signing all the time and having to rely on Minho and Frypan to translate frustrates Thomas.

He likes to get his point across, and since no one had known about their sign language before, no one had learned it.

“What else are we supposed to do, make him feel like he has to be afraid of the forest for the rest of his life?” Gally’s worried too, he can tell— and not just about Thomas. “Minho, you want to protect him, we both do. He doesn’t want to be protected from this.”

And the little kids don’t want to be protected from running into the fire pits, but that doesn’t mean it should be allowed.

“That’s different, Min. The little kids don’t know better. We’re all nearly adults, might as well be, with what we’ve been through. Thomas has talked to Jamie about this, he’s been thinking about it for a while. He knows it might be a bad idea.”

“I still think it’s a bad idea.” Minho crosses his arms over his chest, but he knows Gally is right. “I still want all three of us to sit down and actually talk about it, with Jamie or not.”

It probably won’t be for a very long time, maybe less than an hour at first, but he wants to be prepared for everything.

Maybe Thomas will step into the forest and realize he’s not scared of it at all now. Great! Probably not going to happen, but great.

Maybe he’ll immediately have a panic attack. Also probably not the most likely option, not now that he’s actually been working though it with Jamie.

No, they’ll go in, fit a spot, sit and talk for a while. Thomas’s anxiety will build to the point where he can’t keep it hidden anymore, and they’ll leave before it gets worse.

Thomas will want to do it again, so they’ll go back until he’s happy with how long it takes for him to reach peak anxiety levels.

Minho doesn’t want him to do that to himself.

“Gally, this is going to take forever.” Minho realizes. “He’s going to want to keep going back until he can be in there for hours, if not days, without panicking.”

“So we’ll go with him, every time.” Gally says, like it’s as easy as that. “Until he’s okay with it.”

They can do that. Even though Minho’s going to hate every minute of it.

They can’t do this.

They’ve been taking it very slowly with the exposure therapy, as Jamie calls it. Once a week at most, for a few minutes at a time, a little longer each week.

Minho really wishes Thomas would wait.

This is the fifth week, and it’s been twenty minutes. Thomas is shaking already, but he doesn’t want to leave.

He never wants to leave.

“Minho, if he thinks he can handle it, let him.” Gally pulls him back a little. “He wants to try. We have to let him.”

“He’s shaking, Gally.”

“It’s cold. He’s a dumbass wearing shorts and a t-shirt.” Gally raises his voice a little, so Thomas can hear him teasing. Thomas glances back at them and rolls his eyes.

He looks… okay. He’s shaking, but his face is relaxed, not like he’s scared at all.

Maybe it’s not that bad.

“Who do you think is out hunting today?”

“It’s Rosa’s group’s turn!” Thomas calls back. He moves back to stand by them, leaning into Gally’s side.

Gally is kind of their personal space heater sometimes. He complains about it, but Minho knows he doesn’t really care.

“What do you think they’ll find?”

“I don’t know. I saw a moose.”

They’ve heard that a million times. Thomas wants to take them out to see it, but even Jamie, as encouraging as she is about him wanting to learn how to not be afraid of the forest anymore, has nipped that in the bud.

No week-long trips into the forest for a long time for them.

Minho’s okay with that. He doesn’t really like it here either, what with the tree falling on them and everything.

Wait, is Thomas trying to get them over their lingering fears of the forest too?

Damn.

That’s more tricky than he thought Thomas would pull on them.

(Other people, absolutely. Them? Thomas isn’t supposed to do it to them. But that’s Thomas for you. )

“Minho, you’re the one overthinking things now.” Thomas pokes him lightly. He’s smiling faintly when Minho looks over at him.

“So what if I am, shuckface? You don’t have a monopoly on overthinking things.”

“No, but it’s a little weird to watch someone else do it.”

“Then don’t look at me, I guess.”

“Where’s the fun in not looking at you?” Thomas pouts, exaggerated. “Gally, can I share your jacket?”

“I should tell you no, because you’re the dumbass here. But yes.” Minho can’t help but laugh at them as they try to figure out how to get arranged so Thomas will actually be warm without smothering him.

“Are you sure you don’t want help?”

“We’ll figure it out, thanks though, Minho.” Thomas answers, focused on the task at hand.

It’s hard not to laugh a little at Thomas as he tries to squeeze into Gally’s jacket. He’s biting his lip, completely focused, and he’s not thinking about being in the forest at all.

Minho’s laughing too, and his shoulders have dropped a little. He won’t say anything, but he doesn’t like the forest too much either.

If Gally could freeze time, this is one of the spots he’d do it in. Just linger here, in this moment, where they’re all laughing and joking around, despite everything. 

Despite the fact that he knows Thomas chose this spot because it’s not far from where Harriet found him.

He doesn’t want to be anywhere where they’re not happy, not again. They don’t need more sadness in their lives.

“Gally, you’re not even trying to help!” Thomas complains, pouting at him.

“I think it’s hopeless, Thomas. You can have my jacket instead.” Minho throws an arm around Thomas’s shoulders.

“But Gally’s already warm.” 

“And I’m not?” Thomas pulls away a little, just enough to put Minho’s jacket on. Gally’s not expecting him to grab his hand as he steps back.

“Okay, I think that’s enough for the day.” Thomas says.

“You’re feeling okay?” Minho asks, dropping the smile.

“I feel fine, but I’m cold. I want to bully you two into building a fire in the cabin and sit in bed all day and read.”

“Just for that, you can bring in all the wood from outside in your shorts and t-shirt.” he threatens, but he already knows he won’t go through it.

“And maybe I wanted to sit in bed and read. What are you going to do then?” Minho’s hand brushes his arm lightly. Gally can’t tell if it’s intentional or not.

“Read things out loud to you? Then you’ll fall asleep and I can read whatever I want.” Thomas raises his eyebrows at Minho, like it should be obvious.

“What if I want to read something, Thomas?”

“You don’t care what I read, as long as I read it out loud.” Thomas squeezes his hand softly, and. Yeah. It’s true. He doesn’t care.

He’s not much of a reader on his own, anyway. It’s just better when Thomas reads to him. Or Minho, on the rare occasion he decides that it’s his turn.

“So, a fire, reading, and cuddles? Sounds like a good day to me.”

“We can’t forget lunch.”

“I guess you can go and get it for us then, Minho. Thanks for offering!” Thomas manages to say it with a straight face, like Gally’s not cracking up next to him.

“That was not an offer, shuckface. That was a reminder that we need to eat.”

“Sounded like an offer to me, Minho.” Gally’s still grinning, which ruins the effect a little.

“The both of you? Really? I guess if all I’m good for is getting lunch I might as well leave you both!” Minho plays into the part, hand on his chest and everything.

“You’re the one who’s not letting go of me, so if you want to do that, then you can.”

“Yeah, Minho, if you’re really going to leave you have to let go of Thomas first.”

“He’s got my jacket!”

“You can let go of me and get your jacket back.”

“Well, maybe I will!”

He doesn’t, though, and Gally knows he never even considered it.

“Or maybe I’ll just get my jacket back later.”

“You can’t get it back if you can’t find it.” Thomas teases, smiling properly now. “Hey, Gally, cover me?”

“Yeah, of course.” He grabs Minho’s arm where it’s around Thomas’s shoulders, holding him just tightly enough that he can’t get away easily, while Thomas jogs ahead, eventually turning backwards to face them.

“Even if you hide it, I’ll still find it, Thomas!” Minho calls. “Gally, let go of my arm.”

“Are you going to chase him? Because I told him I wouldn’t let you do that.”

“No, but can’t I hold your hand instead, shank?”

“Oh.” Gally slides his hand down Minho’s arm, lacing their fingers together. Thomas has stopped ahead of them, kneeling to look at some plants.

“What are those, Thomas?” he asks when they get a little closer.

“Berries. I don’t think they’re edible though, we don’t have any in the greenhouse.” Thomas shakes his head a little.

His hair’s getting long. Maybe Gally should offer to cut it.

Or not. It might be a nice change.

Gally has to fight to keep his face straight, but Minho’s nudge tells him that he’s not entirely successful on that front.

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[subjecta5theglue]

ok, question...

i know i don't have many followers (plus this blog is new), so i doubt people will read this, but would anyone be interested in me uploading a maze runner fic on ao3? (my username is wonderlandianfantasy but i havent uploaded anything yet)

i've already written most of it and would hate to put it to waste, but i don't know how to upload it because there are two options:

it can either be a slightly long one-shot with sections, in which case you'd need to wait a little for me to finish writing it

OR

i can upload it in really short chapters, but i'm talking like, really short. but then i could upload the first chapter now and you'd get to see it!!

if you're wondering, the fic is a newtmas and brenderesa fic themed around winter, featuring thomas and teresa being besties, newt and frypan being roommates, thomas sucking at uno, and brenda being a crazy cat lady.

lemme know what you think and then i'll decide :)

[itsjustrosee]

HIII I'VE BEEN SO INLOVE WITH YOUR WRITINGS SO FAR 🙏

since your request is open I'm hoping you can write this for me (I cannot express my thoughts to a full on fan fiction to save my life💀)

Request: so like reader is a runner. Minho and reader were running away from a griever like frantically trying to lose it then Minho suddenly pulled reader to a small crack on the wall so they would lose the griever. The griever was just around the area trying to find the two that's why both of the runners were just there in the crack, close together, litterly body to body😼 and you know some friction started to happen 🔥but of course they just can't do the thing😣 in the maze💀 so like after the griever was gone they both ran to the Glade and ykykyk they continued what they started🤡

If you don't get it basically smut☹️

Hehee thank youu in advance😘😘😘!!!

literally love this concept, and I will gladly accept ur request <3

SMALL SPACES (Minho x fem!reader)

Summary: look above for summary ^ (I made this enemies to lovers btw I'm sorry I couldn't help myself)

Warnings: Cursing, spice, smut (I don't really use the glade language in this one)

Word count: 4.6K (proofread, but there still might be some mistakes)

Today was like any normal day for you. You woke up at the ass crack of dawn, sloppily put on your clothes, and excited your hut. You walked across the glade, taking in the rather peaceful atmosphere while you looked up to see the sun peeking over the maze walls.

"God, mornings really aren't your thing, huh? You look like shit." Minho chuckled as you approached him while he stood waiting for the maze doors to open. He wore his signature blue shirt, which was paired with his infamous runners' vest.

Minho stood there with that shit-eating grin on his face as you stood next to him, rubbing your eyes and stretching as you let out a groan.

Since coming to the glade as a girl, all the boys have been nice to you and dare you say, rather respectful. All of them except for Minho. You never knew what you had done that warranted Minho's hatred for you, but it didn't matter because the feeling was reciprocated.

You really only needed to deal with Minho's attitude or rude comments when you both were running the maze together, which, unfortunately, was quite often. You came to the conclusion pretty early on that the worst part of being a runner wasn't the concept of getting trapped in the maze or being eaten alive with a griever, it was dealing with Minho's bitch ass.

"Not even a good morning. Starting the day off strong I see." You sigh, glaring at Minho while he checks the time. The doors should be opening soon and you wished that Ben and the other runners hadn't gotten totally hung over from the bonfire last night, resulting in them being in the medhut this morning with some really strong headaches. And it was because of that that only you and Minho would be running the maze together today.

"You know me," Minho replies while giving you a wink. You scoff at him, reminiscing about how you'd much rather be where you were ten minutes ago, sleeping in bed. "You know which parts of the maze we're running today right?" Minho asked, changing the subject.

"Yup, the outskirts of section six." You say as you roll your eyes, not bothering to mask the attitude in your voice. You put your hands on your hips, facing the maze while tapping your foot on the ground impatiently. You were ready for the maze doors to open so you could stop having to talk to Minho.

You knew yourself and you knew you wouldn't be able to stand talking to Minho much longer without giving in to the strong urge you had to maul him. But maybe then you'd finally be able to ruin his perfect hair.

I mean, how dare he have the nerve to wake up this early in the morning and look so put together. It wasn't fair.

"Well, someone's more grumpy than usual," Minho says, noticing the slight scowl you have on your face.

"I'm not grumpy." You reply while continuing to stare at the maze doors.

"Right," Minho says sarcastically before continuing, "You're going to get wrinkles if you keep making that face. Just letting you know." Minho explains as he lifts up his hand and brings it towards your face. He's about to tuck a fallen piece of your hair back behind your ear and you feel a faint blush beginning to spread on your cheeks. For a second, you're tempted to let him, but that's until you come back to your senses, slapping his hand away as you do so.

"You just love pissing me off, don't you Minho?" you snap at him as you turn to face him.

"I'd say I love seeing your reaction to me pissing you off much more," Minho replies with a smirk as he stands confidently, bringing his hands up to his chest and latching his fingers onto the snug space between his runners' vest and his shirt.

"What, seeing me get mad?"

"No," Minho says while taking a step towards you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer, his face now mere inches away from yours. "Seeing when I get you flustered." Minho finishes as he towers over you.

You look at him, shocked, and quite frankly, very bewildered.

Was he right? Yes, he definitely was, but you'd rather get stung by a griever than openly admit to that.

Nonetheless, it's safe to say his comment was exactly helping to calm the heat you felt on your cheeks from before now spreading like wildfire across your face.

You opened your mouth to say something in reply which would've been some sort of string of insults at Minho, but before you could, you both turned your attention to the maze doors which began to open. The stone screeched as whatever mechanism was built into the maze pulled the doors apart, revealing the maze and its seemingly infinite number of twists and turns.

As the doors came to a halt, a cold gust of air that the maze emitted whenever the doors opened or right before they closed, hit you and Minho. No matter how many times you felt it, it never failed to give you goosebumps all along your spine. The feeling of the wind on your skin made you remember the fact Minho's hand was gripped firmly around your wrist. And for some reason, instead of deciding to pull your wrist free right away, you decided to let him keep his hand there.

You exhaled a long and deep breath, one that you didn't even know you were holding in. You decided not to say anything else about what Minho had just said for the sake of being scared of where the conversation might lead.

So without warning, you jogged into the maze, pulling your wrist away and leaving Minho behind you.

"Hey wait up. Where do you think you're going?" Minho asked breaking into a sprint to catch up with you as you made sharp turns around corners of the maze.

"Where do you think?" You counter with an irritated voice.

"You know how to get to section six?" Minho questioned again, jogging up next to you.

You rolled your eyes but remained quiet. Speaking to Minho right now was taking up too much of your energy. All you wanted to do was stay quiet and focus on actually doing your job.

"Oh, so you're ignoring me now?"

Silence

"Fine. If that's what you want. No more talking." Minho said with an exasperated sigh.

And that's how the majority of the day continued. You and Minho mapped any remaining parts of the sixth section, though there wasn't really anything new to jot down, and stayed silent.

Even while you and Minho sat and ate lunch, neither of you spoke. You were determined to not be the one to break the silence and to be quite honest, you appreciated the quiet. But part of you missed the banter that you and Minho would get into. It helped you cope with the fact that almost the entire maze was mapped but there still didn't seem like a way out. And all in all, to you, your bickering and arguing could actually be quite fun at times, and it distracted you from having an existential crisis.

As hours began passing, you and Minho drew your searches for new areas of the maze to a close and began heading back towards the glade. You were beginning your trip back far earlier than normal, considering you were far out in the maze and not very close to the glade. If anything, it would be better to get out of the maze early than have the doors close before you could get back in the glade.

You jogged through the seemingly endless turns of the maze. Both you and Minho had gotten tired from today's work. You felt your legs burn and your energy dwindled with each stride you took toward the maze's doors.

You both couldn't have been too far from the glade when you heard it. Maybe you were ten or so turns until you reached the door, standing in a path that branched out in three different directions. One path was to your left, one to your right, and one straight ahead of you. You and Minho planned on taking the one straight in front of you to get back to the glade. However, you stopped dead in your tracks after hearing that sound, one in which you knew all too well.

The blood-curdling screech pierced the air, echoing along the walls as you and Minho just stood there. The worst part wasn't hearing the griever, but more the fact that it was far closer to you than you had anticipated.

You looked at Minho for some sort of reassurance. You wanted to convince yourself that maybe you were just hearing things, maybe you were actually just going crazy. Unfortunately, Minho's expression stayed stoic but you could see the fear in his eyes which honestly scared you more. Minho had been a runner for a while, much longer than you, so to see his carefree attitude change to something more wary and serious was new for you.

After standing in that spot for a couple moments, unable to move any part of your body, all of your worst fears were confirmed as you saw a griever turn a corner and run down the long passage of the maze that was in front of you.

Your breath hiched and for a split second, all you could do was stare. Stare at this disgusting, gruesome, and fucking terrifying creature. It was as if someone picked up a monster from your nightmares, something only your imagination would be able to conjure up, and placed it right in front of you. Something as horrifying as whatever the fuck that creature was, shouldn't have ever existed. But it did. And it was headed straight towards you.

Unlike you, Minho reacted quicker upon seeing the griever. "Come on. We need to go. Now!" Minho yelled, grabbing your wrist as he sprinted down the corridor to your right. Seeing the griever was all you needed to regain all the energy you had lost from running all day, and you quickly followed suit after Minho.

You ran as if your life depended on it, and in this case, it did. Literally.

Minho held onto your wrist tightly as he led you through the maze, the griever was hot on your tail and you both knew you wouldn't be able to outrun it for much longer.

Minho led you both into a different passage and ran down it frantically. Suddenly he pulled you into what could've been considered as a crack in the wall.

Most of the passageways in the maze ranged in various different widths. Some corridors were larger or smaller than others, but the one he had pulled you into had been smaller than you could've ever imagined. It would've been easier if you had gone in side-by-side, but at this point, that was a bit of an afterthought. Minho placed you in front of him as you both squeezed into the passage, desperate to escape the griever.

Your backs were up against opposing walls of the crevice, causing your chests to be pressed against one anothers. His hands were now placed firmly on your hips, pushing you into him as he attempted to eliminate more space around you in order to shuffle both of you further into the slit in the wall.

To be fair, you had to give Minho some credit because the griever wasn't able to reach either of you and trust me, it tried. Even as it left, both you and Minho knew it would still remain in the area, waiting for them to leave, so they would just have to wait it out.

You waited there for at least an hour already and the only issue was, of course, the lack of space. You had your hands on Minho's chest while his were gripped tightly around your waist, all while you did your best to keep your face away from his.

You would be lying if you said the tension in the air wasn't palpable.

Heat radiated off of Minho's body and beads of sweat laced your forehead. You didn't know how you could last another minute, let alone possibly another hour with your body pressed against his like this.

"It's only going to get more awkward if you don't say anything," Minho said while sighing, finally breaking the silence that had filled the air for some time. For the first time since you both got into this mess, you looked at him.

He looked just as tense as you did and you felt something in the atmosphere between the two of you shift. There was more of a longingness in the air, almost as if there was some sort of unspoken tension between the both of you.

"I don't get you Minho." You said as Minho gave you a confused look and you weren't quite too sure what you were going with it either, but you continued nonetheless, "It's like one day you hate me, then the next you're flirting with me. Seriously, is it just to tease me? Do you just like getting any sort of reaction out of me?" You said as the words just began to spill out of your mouth.

"I don't hate you," Minho replied, clenching his jaw. It almost seemed as if there was more he wanted to say but there was something that had stopped him from saying it.

"Then what is it Minho? What's your problem?" You asked with anger in your voice which was mixed for some reason with a twinge of sadness.

"The problem is that I like you (Y/N). I like everything about you." The look in his eyes matched the sadness you felt as he continued, "I've liked you for the longest time. I never said anything about it because I'm basically your boss and I didn't want to make things weird. I know that doesn't excuse me for being a dick but-" He paused, "I'm sorry. I mean it, I really am."

You looked at him, stunned once more by his words. Like a dam, all of the feelings you've had towards Minho flowed out at once. You had always vowed that you never liked Minho, not even as a person, but you knew that was far from the truth. Minho was the only boy in the glade that you had ever felt attracted to and it was safe to say the both of you had been denying that feeling for the longest time.

"Please, say something," Minho pleaded with you, looking down into your bright (E/C) eyes.

You wanted to say something. Really you did. But you just couldn't find the right words to say, so you didn't say anything at all. Instead, you kissed him. I mean, actions speak louder than words anyways, right?

You closed the small gap your face had with Minhos as you crashed your lips into his. Minho quickly got over his shock and reciprocated the kiss. In all truth, kissing Minho felt exactly as you dreamed it would. He was gentle yet passionate with you and if one thing was sure, he definitely took his time with you, savoring every part of your mouth as you allowed his tongue to enter it.

Minho drew away from you for a moment, "So I'm guessing you don't hate me anymore?" He asked, his lips already swollen from kissing you.

"We'll see about that." You answered with a cheeky grin on your face as he kissed you once more.

You melted into his touch even further than before, snaking your hands around his neck while he pulled you closer to him. As the kiss continued, it became more desperate and hungry, and neither of you could hold yourself back from each other.

At that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the fact that a griever was trying to kill you, or even that you were stuck in a giant maze. The only thing that mattered to you right now was Minho.

Minho drew away, biting your bottom lip as he continued to kiss you down your jaw and Neck, making you pull your head back slightly and moan. You felt Minho get hard under you, and it wasn't helping that the bulge from his jeans was positioned right by your throbbing core.

Though you could've stayed there, letting Minho kiss you all over, your mind reminded you of where you actually were. Part of you wanted to say fuck it, I'll take Minho right here and right now, but the more logical part of your brain knew you needed to get out of the maze now before the doors closed. And by now, the griever should've been long gone.

"Minho," you said breathlessly as he looked back at you after leaving marks all over your neck and collarbone. "We need to get back to the glade." You finish. You could see the look in his eyes and clearly, he had the same moral dilemma as you did a moment ago.

"Right- yeah, you're right let's go," Minho replied as you both did your best to squeeze out of the tiny crevice you had both wriggled yourselves into. Minho checked for the griever and thankfully it was nowhere to be seen.

Minho interlocked his fingers with yours as you ran through the maze, navigating its bends and corners. His grip was firm and protective and he was extra alert, checking behind and in front of you every so often.

Eventually, you both found yourself back in the glade with barely any time to spare. You let out a sigh of relief as you stepped onto the bright green grass, putting your head down and letting go of Minhos hand as you placed your hands on your knees while you panted.

The doors let out that familiar gust of wind and began to move once more, closing you into the glade for yet another night.

"What happened to you guys? We thought a griever got to you or something," Newt joked, walking up to you and Minho by the maze doors. You could tell a wave of relief passed over his face as he saw you both exit the maze and after he noticed that neither you nor Minho were injured.

You stood up straight again, putting your hands on your hips and giving Minho a look. You were about to tell Newt about the very close-to-death experience you and Minho just had, but before you could say anything, Minho spoke first, "Nope, we just spent too much time exploring. We made a lot of progress though." He lied.

You gave him a puzzled look. You both definitely did not make 'a lot of progress', not unless he defined 'a lot of progress' as rerunning areas of the maze you had already seen and mapped.

"We did?" You asked looking at Minho but he cut you off slightly as he continued.

"Yup, we did," Minho said grabbing your wrist and walking past Newt, "That's why we need to go to the maze room now," Minho concluded.

"Don't you guys want to eat something? Fry just made his stew, I'm sure you both are hungry by now," Newt asked, a little confused over Minho's urgency. For a while, Minho had started just grabbing a bite to eat before going to the maze room or bringing some food to the maze room as he mapped, but apparently, today was different.

"We're okay. Thanks though Newt." Minho said, still dragging you away as he waved goodbye to Newt who was left just standing there looking just as confused as you were.

After you both walked far enough away from Newt, Minho's grip on your wrist softened slightly, and soon you were both almost at the maze room.

"So are you going to tell me what that was about?" You questioned.

"Oh come on. Do you really think I'm going to let you get away with not finishing something you started?" Minho asked, pulling you into the maze room, closing the door, and sitting you down on the table in the center of the room. He stood in between your legs as he placed both of his hands on your hips, leaning his face into yours, leaving barely any room between your lips.

You chuckle slightly while looking at him, "A little eager aren't we?" You ask him while you place one of your hands on his nape and the other on his cheek.

"How could I not be? I've waited far too long for this," Minho counters, one of his hands traveling up your side as the other stayed on your hip.

You thought the tension was heavy in the maze, but now it had grown ten times greater in here.

A deep sense of longing and desperation filled the air as you looked at Minho again, meeting his eyes as you spoke, "You're not the only one who's been waiting."

And with that, Minho's lips found yours. You clung to him as you wrapped both of your hands around his neck. Minho reciprocated as he wrapped one of his arms around your back, bringing you even closer to him, while his other hand allowed itself to travel under the back of your shirt and up your spine. The feeling of his hand lingering up and down your spine sent shockwaves through your entire body.

Minho began kissing you hungrily and passionately, and being the sexually deprived teenager he was, he already grew hard again. You felt the bulge from his jeans press against your heat and you soon began to long for more of him.

You and Minho were quick to take your hands off of each other for a moment to take off your runners' harnesses. Your shirts were on the ground soon after, and you couldn't help but stare at Minho's figure as he stood in front of you.

God, this man was the definition of hot.

The way the muscles on his bicep flexed as he took off his shirt was quite possibly the most attractive thing you've ever seen. Not to mention that each and every one of his muscles was toned and defined.

Minho noticed your eyes linger on him, "Someone's staring." Minho stated as he lifted your chin up with his fingers, fiddling with the zipper of his jeans with his free hand while he did so.

"Can you blame me?" You ask, taking off your shorts and letting them fall on the ground, "You're hot Minho. I can't help but stare." You say as you begin to sit up straight. You tilted your head and placed your arms around his neck once more, staring up at him with a puppy dog-eyed expression.

Minho, who clearly isn't used to receiving praise for his looks, is floored. It's safe to say the compliment went straight to his dick because you could feel him grow even harder under you. You chuckle as you kiss Minho once more and this time, he melts into your touch completely.

Minho moves one of his hands to your back, the other moving up your thigh until it reaches your soaked panties. He moves them to the side so that he has access to your pussy and he places two of his fingers between your folds, rubbing you up and down.

A moan escapes from between your lips as you throw your head back, relying on the arms you have wrapped around Minho's neck and the hand he has on your back for support.

"So wet for me already," Minho chuckles to himself as he continues rubbing circles into your clit. Suddenly, he pushes one of his fingers into you, causing your body to jolt in pleasure and surprise.

He adds in his other finger and begins pumping them in and out of you, agonizingly slow. As if a reflex, you roll your hips against his hand and moan his name. You fail to suppress your soft whimpers as he picks up the pace, making you drown in pleasure.

"Minho please, I want you." You breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Want me to do what baby?" Minho asks as you bring your head back up to look at him.

"I want you inside me." You confess. "Please," you whimper, on the verge of begging him.

Minho kisses you softly as he takes his fingers out of you and you use your elbows to prop yourself up. Minho pulled his boxers down so they pooled at his ankles and his cock sprang out, hitting his stomach as he did so. His cock was long and hard as beads of precum dripped down from his tip. Fuck he was massive.

Minho lined himself up with your entrance and with one swift push, he entered you fully. You gasped as you sunk into him further. Your walls stretched around his girth and the quick pain you felt as he made his way inside you was quickly replaced by pleasure.

"Fuck- you're so big," You moaned out, as Minho began his thrusts.

He groaned as he began moving in and out of you. The pleasure both of you felt was unmatched as Minho gripped your hips, using them to help guide his movements.

"God you feel so good," Minho panted as he continued to thrust in and out of you.

Minho kisses you again, messily and sloppily as he continues with his movements, but neither of you can focus on kissing the other, not when he is pumping in and out of you. You couldn't help but savor what it felt like with him inside you. The way he filled you up made you feel like you were on cloud 9.

Minho kept mumbling out words of praise while he moved in and out of you and he could tell by the way your walls began to squeeze around him, that you were close. And you could tell that he was close by the way that his thrusts began growing more sloppy and desperate. But maybe it was him removing one of his hands from your hip to apply more pressure to your clit as he rubbed circles into it, that pushed you over the edge.

"Minho I'm going t-" You began to say as your voice broke but you couldn't finish your sentence before letting out a loud moan. A wave of ecstasy crashed over you all at once and you threw your head back in pleasure.

Minho groaned as he pushed into you with one final thrust, filling you up completely. It took a moment with the both of you panting before he pulled out.

You sat up straight as Minho brought his head towards your ear, "You did so well, you know that, right, baby?" Minho whispered before meeting your eyes. You gave him a smile and he gave you a soft kiss. "Want to grab some food and then cuddle in my hut for the night?" Minho asked as he pulled away, picking up his scatted clothes and putting them back on.

"Mhm," You replied with a smile. Today was quite an eventful day and to be honest you were exhausted and Minho picked up on it.

"Are you tired?" Minho questioned as he grabbed your remaining clothing and put it back on you while you yawned.

"Just a bit," You replied with a chuckle as you hopped down from the table.

"We can go to be early tonight then," Minho said while wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you outside the maze room. You pecked him on the cheek as you both walked off.

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Bonus

"Hey Minho I know it's your day off but I can't find (Y/N) anywhere. I checked her hut and then thought maybe you'd know wher-" Newt paused as he barged into Minho's hut to see Minho now sitting straight up in his bed. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to your neck?" Newt asked, referring to the very obvious hickies you had ended up leaving Minho.

Minho was struggling for a response as you emerged from under the sheets in Minhos t-shirt, rubbing your eyes and looking over at Newt.

Newt looked at you both, bewildered and flustered as the dots finally connected in his brain. "You know what- Never mind. I'll leave you guys to it. Didn't mean to interrupt." Newt replied quickly, slamming the door on his way out of the hut.

You huffed and rolled back on your side in hopes of getting a bit more sleep. Minho gladly wrapped his arms around you and joined you.

Ok, this might be my favorite fic I've written so far. I'm really happy with how it turned out and I hope you guys like it too!!

Also, thank you guys again for all of the overwhelming support I've been getting. And thank you guys for 30 followers!!!!!!!!! I can't thank you guys enough for how kind you've all been, but seriously you're all so amazing and so sweet.

[toby-du-coeur]

thominho oneshot ;>

so @star--anon posted this and........

Minho’s face slides into this dispassionate mask · this canted almost arrogant look, all arch angles, all obsidian And Thomas recognises that look · because it’s the Minho Look, the one he wears constantly, the one Thomas spent months aching after in the Scorch How long has it been a mask? what has it been hiding?

[rekiilysm]

My Cure: Ch1

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⇨ 「pairing— runner!lando norris x fem!runner!reader」

⇨ 「a/n— idk why i thought of this but i did soooo yeah. also first lando/f1 fic so yay!! i love au’s and i love lando so i’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while, and well, here it is! also you’re not in this one yet but i had to establish when lando arrives to the glade but trust you’ll be in the next chapter. i hope you enjoy <3」

⇨ 「warnings— cursing and i think that’s it」

⇨ 「word count— 1.2k」

Series Masterlist

Maze Runner AU !!

CHAPTER ONE: Welcome to The Glade, Lando

Lando. My name is Lando.

The said boy’s first thought was as he woke up from what seemed like just a little nap. One nap that changed his life forever.

As his eyes slowly crept open, he began to realize what was going on and the strangeness of his surroundings. He was moving at very high speeds… upwards? That’s what it looked and felt like anyway.

Lando looked around the small space he was in before his panic set it. It was a large cage-looking box filled with crates and a pig? Luckily the pig was locked up, but why was he in a box with a nasty mean sounding pig and a bunch of supplies? Why was he in here in the first place??

That’s when his panic set in.

His chest began to rise up and down quicker than its usual pace, his heart thumping rapidly out of his chest. His eyes widened as he rasped out a scream filled with despair, hopelessness, and fear. “HELP!!!” His British accent cracked down his throat as he repeated that same word over and over and over again, but still no response.

What the hell am I doing here?

Lando couldn’t think about many things as panic overtook his entire body but that question. What was he doing here?

But that question was unfortunately never answered at the sound of a loud beeping alarm above him. He looked up, still thrashing around the violently moving box, only to see the end of this elevator of death. He screamed again, this time not saying anything along with it, fearing for his life that this would be it.

Bracing himself for impact, he pulled his knees to his still rapidly breathing chest and covered his head with his hands. Lando squeezed his eyes shut, ready for it to be over with. He sat there for a few seconds, frozen in his spot before there was a loud…

BANG!

The box stopped, finally, and Lando could finally breath again. His whole body shook, almost falling on his side if it weren’t for his arm to reach out and hold him up at the impact. Luckily the motion was quick and settled still after a couple of seconds, letting Lando let out a sigh of relief.

Right when his panic started to settle down, he regained his thoughts and remembered that he had no idea where he was going. He didn’t know anything and that scared the hell out of him.

A few seconds go by before he hears a loud creak that shakes the entire box once again, making his body and the other things surrounding him move as well. His aching throat from screaming so much was now forming a large knot that he fought so hard to swallow. He couldn’t cry. Not now. Surprisingly, he was trying his best to stay calm at the moment, even though seconds before he wasn’t even thinking about anything related to calm.

And then there was light. It got bigger and bigger until it consumed almost the entire box except for its dark corners. Lando looked up, his eyes coming in direct contact with the scorching sun. Quickly, he shut his eyes and rubbed away the white spots clouding his vision slightly to look up once more, this time using his hand to shield the sunlight away.

When he looked up this time, though, he was greeted by about thirty or more pairs of eyes. His heartbeat sped up even more than it was before, his fear taking over once again.

Before he could say or do anything, a dirty blonde boy jumps down into the box with him. Lando jumps up to his feet with a slight wobble as he stares at the boy who looked to be around his age or maybe a little bit older.

“Hello, Rookie,” he greeted with a strong Dutch accent. The blonde watched Lando’s every move, being gentle with the way he acted around him. The scared brunette froze, his eyes wide as he stares at the person in front of him like he was a frightened puppy. He couldn’t make himself say anything to the new boy who introduced himself, his voice felt lost. Even though he was just screaming for dear life just moments before, he still couldn’t muster up the words or any words at all.

The Dutch boy didn’t speak with Lando anymore before grabbing the crates and handing them to other boys that stood above the box. He was moving things quickly, like he had a lot of experience doing this thing.

Once he was finished getting all of the supplies and the thrashing mean pig out of the box, the blonde was helped out by a tall, curly haired brunette. And then a couple of hands held out to Lando to help him up, which he hesitantly took. He was out of the box in an instant, almost like he flew up there himself. Oh, how he wished he could just fly away from this place.

Once he got out of the dark box that sat underground, Lando finally got to get a good look around. Granted, there were a bunch of boys surrounding him, so he couldn’t see everything yet, but he still could see the main parts of this new area. Each direction there was a humongous wall that stood over a thousand feet in the air, he assumed. They were covered in moss, but he could still see the small bits of grey stone that stood firmly. In the middle of each wall there was a small little gap that led to… somewhere. An escape maybe?

“Don’t even think about it, Rookie,” the same Dutch blonde patted his shoulder, snapping Lando out of his thoughts to turn towards him.

For what felt like years, Lando finally got the courage to speak to this person, “Think about what?” His heart finally slowed down to a regular pace, but he was still alert of his surroundings.

There was a couple of playful remarks and gasps in the crowd of boy surrounding him.

“He speaks!!”

“Congrats on finding your words, Rookie!!”

Lando couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the others making fun of him.

The Dutch does the same as Lando before sighing, “You can’t escape here, no one can.” Well shit, that’s great news. So, he gets transported to this unknown place filled with a bunch of rude boys in a box and he couldn’t even escape? What the hell?

Lando lets out a long breath that he’d been holding since before he got here, his body filling with hopelessness at the boy’s words. “So… I’m stuck here?”

With another pat on his shoulder, the Dutch’s face softens as he nods slowly, “Along with the rest of us.” Lando let his shoulders slump and head fall, staring at the ground as he felt the knot forming in his throat once again. “Don’t worry, mate, we’re gonna take good care of you. You’ll fit right in once you get settled,” The Dutch gave him a smile, making Lando lift his head up to make eye contact with him. “I’m Max, by the way.” He held out a hand for him to shake.

Lando looked down at his hand and then back up to Max’s face. “I’m Lando.” He takes the Dutch’s hand in his and shakes it—Max’s grip way tighter and firm compared to Lando’s.

Max gave him an apologetic smile, “Well, Lando, welcome to the Glade.”