#gally x original character

[awkward-halfhug]

to soften rough edges | gally x oc

summary: Subject B10 Rosalind Franklin (Frankie) was supposed to be sent to Group B. Due to a mixup by an incompetent WICKED employee, she was sent to Group A, the all-boys maze. How will her unexpected appearance affect the variables, the Glade, and the lives of everyone in it? For one Glader in particular, Frankie might be changing, not only his present, but his entire life going forward. And not because he can't get her to stop following him around like a baby duck....Well, not only

(also on my ao3)

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"Teeny tiny shovels and prison walls"

Ping. Ping ping ping. Whoosh, Ping. Ping ping. Whoosh. 

“Awww yeah! Take that, Rebecca from accounting!” 

Peter K. Rosenthal, Head of operations at the World In Catastrophe Killzone Experiment Department, Base A, let out a girlish squeal of victory as his initials finally topped the charts of the online pinball tournament. Most of the Base had become obsessed with it the last few months. He took a moment to stare at the screen, basking in the glory of his hard-earned achievement. Rebecca had been stiff competition; it was going to feel so good to gloat about this in the morning. 

Letting out a yawn, Peter read the time at the bottom of his computer screen. The numbers 3:07 blinked back at him and he sighed, remembering what day it was tomorrow. Or rather, today. Greenie day, as the kids have named it. The set day each month that they send a new subject into the Maze. A lot of preparation and paperwork had to be done the week beforehand, but it always seemed to get put off to the last few hours the night before. This month they were cutting it especially close, being the early morning. It was their own fault, he supposed. Them and that silly pinball tournament. But he wasn't worried. 

Fighting another yawn, Peter shook his head and grinned as a thought occurred to him. 

“There ain’t no rest for the W.I.C.K.E.D.” Peter chuckled to himself. 

Standing up to go refill his coffee, Peter nearly tripped and broke his mug when his office door burst open. A sheepish looking intern stared up at him, his brow worried. Peter sighed heavily; he had been in such a good mood. 

“What is it?” Peter raised an eyebrow, already feeling impatient. 

“Um..eh heh” the intern shuffled his feet “Uh sir, there’s been a…well I wouldn’t call it a mishap, more like a, like a surprising turn of events. Er, what I’m trying to say is…” 

Peter ground his teeth. “Just spit it out already!” 

The intern squeezed his eyes shut and let out one long rush of breath, “We brought a girl, sir”. 

The intern peeked open one eye to see his boss standing in the same position he had been, wearing a blank expression. 

“Sir?” he whispered. Several long minutes passed. 

“What do you mean you—“ Peter’s forehead crinkled “How did that even--?” 

“Well, it was a big crowd, sir. You know the girls and boys hang out together in the rec room. And we’ve been running a bit behind as you know, so we weren’t quite as thorough in our examination of the subject before we—“ 

“’Not quite as thorough’? What kind of idiots am I hiring if you can’t even tell a girl from a boy?” 

“W-well she was wearing a hoodie, sir, and it was kind of baggy, so—“ 

“Stop. Just stop talking. I am this close to firing you, I swear. Just erase these last few hours from her mind, send her back to the facility and fix this.” Peter waved him away and plopped back into his swivel chair, feeling more exhausted than he was when he started his break. As he was turning back to face his desk, however, the intern’s mousey voice broke through his calm once again. 

“We can’t, sir.” 

Peter sat up straighter. “What do you mean you can’t?” 

“It’s too late. The drive to the facility holding the kids is already hours away, since it’s night it would take almost twice as long trying to avoid the cranks. We don’t have that kind of time. We only have a few hours before we send the subject up.” 

Peter cracked his knuckles, staring at the wall behind the intern’s head, presumably deep in thought. 

“Sir?... Sir, what do we do? Should we postpone the arrival?” 

Several minutes passed before finally Peter seemed to remember the intern’s question, looking him straight in the eye. “No. No, send her up.” Peter nodded to himself, affirming his own decision while the intern spluttered. 

“Send her up? Sir, are you sure that’s a good idea? Won’t the variables—“ 

Peter’s voice hardened with authority. “I am the head of operations here, I decide the variables. You are an intern, you do as I say. Are we now clear on our positions?” 

“Yes, sir. You’re right, sir. Sending her up, sir.” The intern gulped before scurrying off to inform his coworkers of the decision. 

Peter sank back into his chair when he left. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure this was a good idea. Sending a girl in could mess with the other variables. Their results might be affected negatively, and they’d end up wasting time they don’t have starting the process all over again. On the other hand, this could be just the variable they’ve been looking for. The change could trigger reactions and emotions in the kids’ brains that otherwise would have gone unexplored. 

This could, in fact, turn out to be a very good decision. Time would tell. In the meantime, Peter prepared this explanation over and over again in his mind, perfecting it for when the time came to answer to the higher ups. A conversation he was most definitely not looking forward to. Just in case, he started thinking up some rebuttals to any arguments they might have, including reminding them of what the ‘E’ in W.I.C.K.E.D. stands for. 

“Yeah, that’ll shut ‘em up.” Peter mumbled to himself, just before drifting off to sleep on his keyboard.

Pain. In her neck. Neck pain. That was the first thing she was aware of. She changed positions but found that made it worse.

Awake now, but still unwilling to open her eyes, she stretched out her limbs to get more comfortable and smacked her wrist on something hard. Groaning, she recoiled from the source of her pain, clutching her wrist for comfort. She sighed, realizing that trying to sleep anymore would be pointless.

With a frown, she opened her eyes and promptly jumped back, in pain once again. This time it was the back of her head that got smacked, but that was the least of her concerns. As she took in the unfamiliar room she was in, barely being able to make out anything in the near-blackness, she racked her brain but couldn’t for the life of her remember how she got there. Or where she would normally wake up, for that matter.

Frantic, she sat up straighter, trying to retrace her steps from the day before. Her breaths came quicker as she realized she couldn’t remember anything. She could picture images in her mind's eye. Things like purple clouds and a stuffed animal of some sort. Several different cats. Movie-like snapshots of moments that meant nothing. She couldn't remember anything important— her life, her history, where she lived, friends, family, not even her own name.

Suddenly, the room she was in seemed a lot smaller. She hugged her knees to her chest, shying away from the light filtering in through slits in the walls. She realized she was moving, upward, like she was in some sort of elevator, which seemed even more frightening. As off-putting as this room was, she felt sure that whatever was at the top of this thing would be a lot worse, somehow. The creaking and grinding of gears all around her seemed foreboding and her pulse quickened as each second passed.

After what seemed like hours, the elevator room stopped, making a horrible sound and jolting her forward onto her knees. She took a few deep breaths, mentally preparing herself for whatever came next. Several tense minutes passed. Finally, the doors opened.

Light streamed through the ceiling, so bright it was almost blinding. Preparing for the worst, she backed up until her back hit a wall, reaching around for something to use as a weapon if necessary, but couldn't find anything. She waited for her eyes to adjust and steeled her nerve for whatever nightmare awaited her.

Her vision cleared. She laughed. Long and hard. Enough to turn the few murmurs she could hear above her, into alarmed bickering.

Having expected to see monsters of some sort, or even something just a little more intimidating, being greeted by a group of teenage boys was, to say the least, anti-climactic. And it was more than a little funny. In her adrenaline-addled mind it was hilarious.

She could feel her laughter melting away some of her stress and by the time she heard someone jump down into the box with her, she was feeling a lot calmer than she had just minutes before.

As the boy approached her, a bit more fear started creeping up her spine again. He towered over her, his form imposing. And he wasn't laughing.

Why was she laughing again? She felt like she should stop, but she couldn't. More giggles bubbled up from her chest, now tinged with anxiety instead of mirth. They tapered off as the boy came closer and closer, her pulse now loud in her ears.

Okay so maybe teenage boys aren't monsters, but they could still hurt her if they wanted to. This one certainly could. Did he want to hurt her? What was going on here? Why hadn't he said anything yet?

He'd just been staring for a solid minute, stood before her with his brows scrunched up in...anger? Or confusion? If he was confused that made two of them.

His eyebrows could go up really high. She almost started laughing again, it was so comical, but she managed to control herself. What was wrong with her? This was a tense situation. Focus. She decided to wait on him to break the silence.

"Gally, what's going on down there?"

Or that guy could break it.

The boy in front of her, Gally apparently, opened his mouth and closed it a few times, like a fish. This time she did let a laugh slip, but she clamped her mouth shut again when his eyes narrowed slightly. Focus.

He shook his head a bit as he called up to whichever boy had spoken. "It's...it's a girl."

Chaos broke out above them. Boys shouting over eachother, some sounding confused, some happy for some reason, and a couple even sounding angry.

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, right! We're not falling for that one again."

"There's no way."

"Is she hot?"

"What's she look like?"

"The Creators have finally answered our requests!"

The voices were mingled with laughter and jeering and she could see a few of them playfully shoving eachother. All of it mixed together to overwhelm her senses.

Unconsciously, she pressed herself as far back against the wall as she could. There were a lot of them. Not monsters; teenage boys. But a lot of them. She didn't feel like laughing anymore.

Gally seemed to notice her distress, almost taking another step towards her before stopping himself. Kneeling down to her level, he softened his features marginally. He wasn't very good at it, but he seemed to be trying.

"Hey. You're alright. I'm sure you've got questions, and we'll try to answer 'em. But right now, how 'bout we get you out of this box, yeah?"

She started to nod, his voice was gruff, yet calming, and she felt somehow safer listening to it. She didn't know anything about herself but hopefully she was a good judge of character. He seemed genuine. But flicking her eyes up to all the boys huddled over them, she felt anxious all over again.

"Don't worry about them", he leaned in a bit and lowered his voice conspiratorially. "They're a bunch of shanks but they're pretty harmless." His mouth quriked up to the side and she felt herself smiling in return.

"Okay..." her voice sounded small. Was that how her voice usually sounded? She sort of hoped not.

He reached a hand out for her to grab and she took it with only slight hesitation. Hoisting her up, Gally caught her by the arms before she barrelled into him.

"You ready?"

She nodded in reply, and he wrapped his large hands around both her sides securely, before hefting her up and over the side of the elevator like she weighed nothing.

Pulling herself over the lip, she almost fell back into the box when she looked up. Yep. A whole lot of boys, all staring at her, and very very close now. She tried to smile at them but it felt more like a grimace.

Cue more nervous laughter. She's gotta get that checked out.

"You weren't kidding, Gal" one said in amazement, his eyes glued to her.

A few hoots and hollers started going around the crowd along with some whistles. Someone reached out a hand to touch her shoulder but she jerked away.

She wanted back in the box. She turned to climb back down when Gally appeared over the edge, carrying a large crate over one shoulder. She ducked out of his way while he deposited it on the ground next to her with a thump.

He jumped back down to collect another crate and she climbed down quickly behind him, before one of the boys could grab her. One had made a move toward her and she heard a few aww's as she went.

Hearing a roar of laughter from above, Gally turned around to find her back in the box, hiding in the corner closest to him, nearly out of sight of the other boys.

He looked annoyed for a moment, before sighing and coming to stand in front of her with his hands on his hips.

"Didn't I just get you out of here?"

She nodded sheepishly.

Realistically, she probably couldn't just stay in this box forever. For one, there was no bathroom. Or food for that matter. And for two, as much as coming out of the box scared her, the thought of going back to wherever the box came from scared her even more.

Still, she didn't want to be alone with those boys up there.

"Do you...do you need help?"

Gally looked amused. "You wanna help, huh?"

She nodded enthusiastically.

Gally chuckled. "Well, this is another first. Sure, why not? Why don't you hand me those crates over there?"

Immensely relieved, she made her way over to the crates he pointed to and tried to pick one up.

Tried. She forgot about her wrist, still sore from banging it earlier. It didn't seem actually injured, but she could tell it was going to bruise.

It wasn't that bad, she could manage. Furrowing her brow, she straightened up, stretched her arms, and tried again. And again.

Laughter picked up again, this time Gally joined in. She looked over and frowned at him. She'd thought they were friends. Granted, she'd only known him for a few minutes, but still.

She huffed and tried one more time, and finally managed to lift it up off the ground as high as she could...for all of 5 seconds before her wrist twinged and her arms gave out. The crate crashed to the ground; the sound of the wood breaking apart and tools clattering against the metal floor making her wince.

Slowly, she turned on the spot to look warily at Gally. Her new friend. Her buddy ol' pal.

He was glaring at her. A soft glare, but a glare nonetheless.

"Sorry..." she mumbled, and his glare softened further.

He shook his head. "S'okay. Just, no heavy lifting I guess." Gally looked around and seemed to think. "How 'bout you grab one of those bags over there and start picking up the tools?"

She did as he said and started gathering the tools that had fallen and placing them in one of the empty potato sacks nearby. There were a lot of tools. What did they need all these tools for? A shiver of fear went through her, again reminded of how much she didn't know.

Who even were these boys? And why did they need her? Were they going to kill her? Is that what they needed the little shovels for? Are they going to kill her and bury her with these teeny tiny shovels? Is that why they need so many? They'd be digging for a long time, these things are so small.

"You about done there?" Gally's voice broke through her spiraling thoughts and made her jump.

She spun around to see him just behind her, having finished hefting the rest of the crates up to the other boys. She looked back at the tiny shovels, then back to him. Might as well just ask.

"What are these for?" She held one up for him to see.

He looked at her with amusement again, laced with a little bit of pity. "Gardening."

" Oh. Right."

Her relief must've shown on her face because he smirked and asked her "What did you think they were for?

She debated not telling him, but she's not sure what could've told him besides the truth. Besides, she was probably being ridiculous. She settled on mumbling it under her breath.

"...to bury me with"

"What was that?" He looked like he was about to laugh.

She huffed. "I thought they were to bury my body with after you've killed me." There. She said it, loud and clear. He can laugh if he wants.

Oh. Oh no, what if she just gave him the idea to kill her and bury her body with all the little gardening shovels?

 

He did start laughing, like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. Maybe it was. Maybe these boys were the furthest thing from dangerous as they could be and the idea was so preposterous that-

"Greenie," Gally got out between laughs "if we were gonna kill you, we wouldn't bother burying your body. We'd just leave you to the grievers and they'd take care of it for us."

Her eyes must've looked like saucers, they were so wide. They might still kill her! Without even the decency to bury her, even though they had perfectly good little shovels to do the job. And grievers? What the heck were those? They sounded scary.

"Gally!" An authoritative voice called down from above. He sounded chastising.

Gally tamped down on his chuckles and seemed to finally take in (or care about) the horror that must be painted on her face. He sighed and attempted to soften his features again.

"We're not gonna kill ya. That's one of the rules around here. We don't hurt each other." He reached over and ruffled her hair playfully, before kneeling down and putting the rest of the tools in the bag. He finished the job efficiently and swung the bag over one of his shoulders.

Gally turned to climb back up out of the box but stopped and looked at her over his shoulder.

"You comin'?" He lifted an eyebrow expectantly.

She hesitated.

Gally's expression turned to one of impatience and he opened his mouth to say something but she spoke before he could.

"I'm scared." Her eyes flicked upwards and back to him.

Gally dropped the bag to the floor and came to stand in front of her again. He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her directly in the eyes. The weight was oddly comforting.

"Look," he sighed, and gentled his voice. "Nothing's gonna happen to you, alright? I won't let anyone hurt you...Do you trust me?"

She barely knew him. Then again, she barely knew herself. If she couldn't trust her memory, she should at least trust her gut.

"Yeah, I do." She nodded firmly.

That was apparently not the answer he thought she'd give. Gally looked surprised, like he didn't actually expect her to say yes. She supposed that made sense. Maybe he thought she was too trusting. But then, why ask her?

Gally recovered quickly. "Well...good, then. Good. Uh, well let's get you out of here. Again." He emphasized that last word with a pointed look.

Allowing Gally to heft her up once again, she braced herself for the crowding and the cacophony of noise that would greet her.

When she got topside, however, the crowd had dispersed considerably. How had she not noticed how quiet it had gotten? There were still a couple boys that were left, but they didn't appear to be rowdy like the others, and they weren't looking at her in a way that made her uncomfortable either. She could feel her heartrate slowing, the fear calming down as she looked at the small crowd.

One of the boys was tall and blonde, with long, gangly limbs. He was smiling at her gently. Beside him stood a shorter boy; stockier and with darker skin. He looked at her cautiously but still kindly.

They both had varying levels of curiosity in their expressions. She wondered if her face reflected it back to them.

She was getting dizzy with all the emotions fighting for dominance in her body. Fear, confusion, amusement, calm, fear, calm; each shoved the last aside and took its turn at the helm, like they all wanted to be captains and she was the pirate ship.

That was a funny mental image. Guess it's amusement's turn.

She forced herself to pay attention when she noticed one of them was talking.

"Welcome to the Glade, she-bean." The darker boy extended his hand to her. She looked to Gally and he gave a little nod so she took the outstretched hand. He had a firm handshake.

" I see you've already met Gally," the boy continued, glancing at Gally with a wry smirk. "But don't let him give you a bad impression, we're not all slintheads."

At his words, Gally colored and looked away, his jaw set and brows furrowed. He looked angry, and a little hurt. She didn't know what a slinthead was, but it couldn't be good. She felt hurt for him.

"I'm Alby. and this here is Newt. We'll give you the tour tomorrow and try to answer any questions you have. If you-"

Gally started to walk away and she found the courage to speak up.

"Gally's not a slinthead." She interrupted whatever Alby was going to say, her voice only shaking a little. She couldn't focus past the sudden indignation anyway.

Gally stopped in his tracks.

Alby looked taken aback. His mouth hung slightly open, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. She took the opportunity while he was at a loss for words.

"He's not. He was nice to me. Maybe you're the slintheads for saying that."

Okay, maybe that last bit was too far. She felt her face burning; her chest constricting in fear. Why was she antagonizing him? She knew nothing about her current situation and this guy looked to be the leader of this gang. She should not be picking fights!

But Gally had been kind to her. He was her friend, she'd already decided. And they were being mean to him...

She held her breath and ducked her head like a child awaiting punishment. Peaking up at him through her eyelashes, she watched as Alby recovered from his shock. His face was stern, a little confused perhaps, but his lips were twitching.

It was Newt that broke the tension by busting up laughing. She took in a lungful of air in relief. She just learned something about herself: she did not like tension.

"She sure told you, Alby. We better watch our shuck mouths around this one." Newt playfully pat Alby on the shoulder, and Alby rolled his eyes at him. Extending his hand out for her to shake as well, Newt continued. "You're gonna be a lot of bloody fun, I can tell. Nice to meet you."

She liked Newt, she decided. She smiled a little as she shook his hand.

"Thank you. I mean, it's nice to meet you. I mean, I'm sorry for calling you a slinthead. I mean-"

Newt cut her off with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "Easy there, she-bean."

She saw Gally out of the corner of her eye trying to stifle a smirk. He called back to the other two boys.

"You two slintheads need anything else, or can I get back to my job?" He winked at her when he called them 'slintheads'. Her heart did a funny flipping thing. Then his words registered.

"You're leaving?" She took a step towards him unconsciously, her eyes pleading with him to stay with her.

Gally looked surprised again. He hesitated, looking between her, Alby, and Newt. "Umm..."

Alby was smiling broadly now; a stark contrast from his previous guarded expressions.

"Yeah, Gally, why don't you stick around? I've got a few things to see to anyway. You and Newt can show her to her hammock." Without waiting for a reply, Alby clapped Gally on the shoulder and took off toward some sort of building in the distance.

Watching him go, her eyes finally took notice of her surroundings. They were in a large grassy area. She saw gardens, trees, wooden buildings, more trees, more buildings, animals. There were animals!

Then she noticed the walls. Big, ginormous stone walls, covered in ivy, wrapping around the entire space in a huge square. They reminded her of something...

"This is a prison" she breathed. Panic was taking the helm.

Newt held his hands out to placate her. "Now, hold on."

She stepped out of his reach, bumping into Gally in the process. She turned and addressed her questions to him.

"Are we prisoners? Did we do something wrong? Did I kill someone?" Her eyes widened in horror; her breaths coming in quicker. She really hoped she hadn't killed anybody. The possibilities ran through her mind and filled her with a sense of dread.

Gally placed his hands on her shoulders and, like before, the weight helped steady her. He took her chin in between his fingers and gently forced her head up to look him in the eye.

"Calm down, greenie." Her shoulders relaxed. She did feel calmer. How did he do that? "Look, none of us know what this place is. But I do know one thing for certain: you did not kill anybody."

"How do you know?"

He smirked at her. "I just know."

She's not sure how he would know that but Gally seemed certain, so she'd take his word for it.

"So, what's outside the walls?"

Gally's eyes had a faraway look in them when he replied. "For now, all you need to know is that you're not allowed past them, and that it's for your own good."

With those foreboding words still ringing in her ears, Gally removed his hands from her shoulders, apparently deeming her calm enough.

Newt spoke up again. "Right, how about seeing where you're gonna sleep, yeah? Follow me."

Newt started walking towards one of the forested areas. She looked at Gally, who gave her a nod, and she followed Newt.

"Gally, can you come up here a second?" Newt called back. Gally jogged up to walk with Newt a few steps ahead of her.

Newt leaned in close to Gally as they walked, affected a high pitched voice and said "Calm down, greenie".

Gally rolled his eyes and shoved Newt away, but Newt just laughed and leaned in again. "I'll protect you greenie, do you trust me?" Newt batted his eyelashes. "Didn't think I heard that, did ya?"

Gally was beet red as he gave Newt another half-hearted shove. "Shut up."

Newt's laughter could be heard across the Glade as they made their way to the hammocks.

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A Long Time Coming

Gally X Original character female (OC IS THE POV)

TW: Assault, fight, yelling, first-time sex

Shit, I'm doing smut. Hate me later, read it now

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The backstory:

You and Gally had a relationship that many would call, a love hate relationship. You could barely say you were friends, you had a tolerance for each other, yeah, that's what it was, a tolerance.

Now being the only girl in the glade however, it kind of made you like the fact that Gally wasn't begging for you to do him, it was actually somewhat nice, having someone that hated you.

You, Paisley the rebellious Paisley hated? Never. The fact that the boys were head over heels for you was, definitely something.

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"Hey Paisley, are you actually going to build or what?"

"Oh darling, go buy a bloody brain. You, shank, should already know that I rather climbing all the things that we, I mean you, dearest Gally builds."

"Oh, fuck you Paisley."

"I mean, if you insist" you look at Gally, grinning, but you knew if you went at it much longer you would step the line.

"I'd be in the right mind to call a bloody meeting of my fellow keepers and have you thrown in the slammer. Tread lightly, shuckface."

Now, as you'd learn soon, Gally would keep his word.

"Well, Gally's point still stands. Paisley doesn't chip in, she does no work."

"Newt, c'mon. I am not meant to be a builder, I want to do something where I can get rid of my energy, roam free or something."

Newt pulled Minho to the side, it was definitely something, why the shuck would Newt involve Minho, he was a runner, not a builder or a keeper of anything even closely related, wait, he was a runner, he got rid of energy, and got to roam free. Shit, Newt didn't think, shuck did he?

Minho looked at you, then back at Newt. They continued to talk, after they talked, they nodded in agreement.

"Hey Alby, C'mere for a second."

"Yeah, Newt, Minho, what's up?"

They whispered again, this time, it was Alby who nodded.

"Everybody quiet down, we have come to a conclusion."

Each keeper in the room took to their seats without a word, waiting eagerly to see what you were in for.

"Gally, I would like you to state what has been happening, for everyone to understand the situation."

"Ok, as everyone knows, Paisley, is not a very hard worker, and of all the jobs in the glade, she has failed to do any of them. With me, she is a bit more tame, because she is seriously just climbing around, she has seriously only built one thing. A shucking climbing frame."

A few people laughed at Gally's proclamation, a few look at you in annoyance.

"Okay, okay. Newt and myself have come to an agreement with one of the other keepers. Paisley has stated that she needed to get rid of her energy and roam free. Make you think of a job anyone?"

Frypan was first to speak "Runner?"

"Right on mate, Minho has agreed to this."

Minho nodded, he always liked a challenge, but, the two most sarcastic and snarky people in the glade, being cooped up with each other for 6-8 hours at a time, that, could get interesting.

Gally rolled his eyes, "Come on, give her the title of being a runner and then she can stay in the shucking maze for as long as she wants, you won't be able to get her out of there."

"Now now Gally the superhero, keep on rolling your eyes, who knows, maybe one day you will find the brain I told you to buy. Anyways Gally, you are seriously concerned or something."

"Oh you stupid klunk, I am just saying that you will probably stay in there, hopefully getting trapped. Then we won't have to deal with your shenanigans anymore, don't you get it, you, don't, belong. You aren't normal" he said the last two sentences with spite.

"Gally, Gally, Gally. How hard it must be for you, using all of your vocabulary in one statement. Also, define normal."

"Paisley, how about we go outside." a voice said, it was manipulated, like Gally's but also like Newt's, assuming it was Newt's you just walked outside.

Only after you got a few meters outside of council hall did you turn around. There he was, Gally, looking fuming.

"You better watch your self, you are getting so fucking close to being dead meat. I promise you, you don't want to be a runner."

"Well I don't give a fuck"

Gally, the giant he was, towered over you furious.

"You aren't my keeper anymore, that is Minho's job now, you are now a fucking nobody to me in this glade, you are just, another, person"

Gally, not being able to hold his temper, swung at you, aiming for your gut. Luckily you ducked and elbowed his crotch, causing him to fold like a deck chair. Flinging a fist to his back he collapsed completely to the ground.

Gally flung his arm out and snatched your wrist, pulling you into him.

"I tolerated you, haven't you noticed that I was nicest to you. You don't understand, now you have stepped the line."

Gally pulled himself up, and still held your wrist.

He began to walk toward the slammer, pulling you along with him.

He grabbed your other wrist and put it into his other hand, he had both of your arms in the grip of one hand.

"Gally, stop it."

You wriggled your wrists, attempting to remove them from his grip, only to being given an even tighter grip and to be dragged even harder.

You were almost at the slammer when Gally spoke,

"You know, Paisley, there is a reason I have always picked on you, been really stubborn with you."

"Why is that, Gally, because I am fun to annoy, because I bite back?"

"Ughh, shuck it. It's because I fucking like you, you dumb shank, how hadn't you noticed. It's ruined anyways, no doubt about that."

Gally yanked the door to the slammer open.

It wasn't your first time being in the slammer, you had seen in when you were on the tour.

It smelled musty and sweaty. The walls were cracked and scratched at, they had a bit of graffiti on them too, typical boys. The ground, it was just dirt. Sitting in the middle of the slammer, covered in dirt, was the chair, the one that Nick, poor, poor Nick told you had 1 leg shorter to cause discomfort.

"Gally, what are we doing here. I don't under-" Your words were stopped by Gally pushing you in, this wasn't a gentle push, it was enough to send you into the opposite wall, even though the slammer wasn't that big.

The door slammed behind you, making you shudder.

"Gally, what the fuck has gotten into you."

"Paisley, I need you to listen to me, and don't interrupt me until I am done"

"Well it's not like I have a choice, is it?"

"Nope"

"Well go on then, I don't have all night"

"I have always told myself that, you were the only girl, that must have hardships, she probably has had enough with boys and their desires, so I should treat her how I treat my men, never make any exceptions, and crack down just as hard for anything she does. And for the most part, that is what happened. But Paisley, I like you, I like how you are sarcastic, I love that you can stand up for yourself. And I am sorry for trying to punch you earlier, I needed to get you here, so you would have to listen."

"Gally, slow down, let me out."

He complied, prepared for you to be angry.

The door creaked open and he got punched in the face with the smell of sweat and mildew.

You walked out, confidence filling your body, you had the upper hand, the ball was in your court.

"Gally, I can't believe you. I fucking can't believe it."

He was confused, he expected you to hit him already.

I mean, you did hit him, but, like, with a hug.

You slammed your body into his, pushing him backwards into the door, grasping your arms around him, savoring the warmth of his body, turning your head into his chest, you listened to his heart, it beat quite fast.

Gally smelled like clean, like fresh, he had the smell of soap, but a hint of lemongrass and dill.

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Gally POV:

I thought she would have hit me, I made an outrageous statement, that I was in love with her, yet she took it so easily.

She just leapt at me, as a flash of black and blue. It all went so fast, I tried to stand firm, knowing that we were probably about to get in a fistfight.

I stood frozen for what felt like forever, and then she was on me, small little Paisley, the little fighter, but she wasn't fighting, she was embracing.

I don't know what got into me, I was paralyzed. She gripped her arms around my midriff and clawed at my back, pushing herself into me, refusing to let go.

My heart was pounding, I still don't know what got into me, the effect she was having was unrecognizable to any other emotion that I had.

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He wasn't present in that moment, he was like a statue. That was until, you felt him begin to melt, his muscles relaxing and his bending over, leaning into you.

His arms drifted slowly around you, like they were light as a feather, he took care not to put too much pressure on your body.

You released your arms from his back, moving them up to his face, pulling his face in toward yours, closing the gap between you even more.

Your lips pressed together, slowly moving, creating a gentle suction, Gally grazed your lips with his teeth, making your lips tingle.

Gally moved his up and down your hips, pushing on them, all the while pulling you in.

Before you knew it, his hands slipped under your shirt and tried pulling it off, man, this boy has got some nerve, but you allowed him, momentarily stopping kissing.

Then he pulled off his shirt, showing his smooth, layered, rippling muscles, and his tanned skin, warm and inviting.

He pulled you behind the slammer, so nobody could see the two of you, making love after you just got into a fight.

Gently tracing up your arm, over your collar bone, up your neck and chin, he spoke soft words,

"Are you sure you are fine with this Pai?"

"Yes, yes, show me how much you have always wanted me." you spoke breathy, flustered and alarmed. He wanted you, shit, that is cool.

As soon as you had finished speaking, he grabbed both your hands in one of his, in a simple sweep, then he had them up and slammed them against the wall of the slammer.

He pushed his head into your neck and sucked, leaving marks, leaving hickeys.

Your breathing and your heartrate sped up and you couldn't stop yourself from making a small noise, a moan.

Gally let go of your hands and worked at removing your jeans, undoing the button, and undoing the zipper, before he finally pulled them off.

"Seriously Pai? Pink underwear, for the way you act, I would have thought it would be black hole colored."

You winced, embarrassed, but Gally took this as a chance to dominate you even more, he yanked your underwear down, dropping himself with it.

Peppering your abdomen with kisses was annoying, why can't he just get to the good stuff.

Then he began to finger you, effortlessly finding the right bundles of nerves on your skin, leaving you a trembling mess, shuddering and shaking.

You wrapped your fingers through his hair tugging at it. "Gally, we really shouldn't be doing this. It's too much."

"Pai, calm down, you don't need to get so concerned."

"Gally. Gally listen to me."

He stopped everything, and stepped back and looked down on you.

"What Pai, what is wrong, the fact that for once I am actually being nice for once?"

"No Gally, it just feels wrong doing, this. Especially when less than an hour ago we just fought each other. Maybe we can try this another day, please Gally, just let's take a break for a bit."

"Ok Pai, sorry I made you feel like that. But Pai, just remember I love you."

Gally stepped towards you.

"If you want to stop Paisley, I am fine with that, I only want to do what you are comfortable"

He cupped his hands around your cheeks and used his thumbs to massage up and down your cheek bones. He slid his hands around your head and dropped them behind your shoulders, pulling you into a gentle hug.

"I love you Pai, I love you Pai, you are so beautiful." he whispered into your ear.

"We can try again whenever you want. If that's okay with you."

"I love you Gally, thank you."

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Ok, it is finally done, this took way too long. Hope you enjoyed!

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In The Garden

a Gally Fanfic; Chapter 2

The Bonfire

Summary - You, The reader, are the first female ever to grace the presence of the Glade. At first the tensions between you and keeper Gally are high, the enemies to lovers trope creeps through your life. Will you give into the trope? Or will you chose the love triangle?

Warnings - Maybe smut in different chapters or hints of sexual activity. Fluff! Angst! I am definitely not a good writer!

Hollers of celebration filled the air as the boys surrounded the pit. “Tonight, we honor a new greenie, a girl!” The boys around Alby shouted in salute to my existence, it made me giggle and holler in acknowledgment.

“Light it up!” the stakes they all held were thrown into the fire and the wooden statue lit up so bright. The feeling it gave me was exhilarating, everyone cheered on and smiled through their conversations.

“Fun right? it’s like the family you got stuck with.” newt slid down to my side, a jar of suspicious yellow liquid in his hand.

I turned and looked at his boyish smile, “ I wouldn’t say it’s my happiest moment, I once found ten pounds in my pocket and it was amazing.”

He laughed, “How do you remember that and not your name.” He leaned in closer.

“I’m lying out of my ass.” I giggled and grinned, his matching mine from ear to ear. “You’re really something, aren’t you greenie?” He got closer and I could feel his breath on mine.

“I don’t remember being told so, so I’ll take your word for it.” I pulled away from the moment, feeling shy out of my mind and eager to change the topic.

“So, do I want to know what the hell is in that jar?” I said, grimacing down at that suspicious jar of liquid again.

Newt beamed and offered the jar in my direction. “Want to try it? It’ll knock you off your boots and take the edge off.” he swished the liquid around to try and make it more appealing

The jar made me nothing but uncomfortable, Newt swished the jar at me again with a stupid smile plastered on his face. it probably wasn’t even that gross so I took the jar from his hands and took a swig.

Immediately I gagged and swallowed the substance as hard and fast as I could as Newt completely laughed his ass off at my choking.

“Oh my fuck what the hell is that?” I coughed so hard I couldn’t breathe. “Can’t handle your alcohol newbie?” God I could wipe that grin off his british mug.

“Yeah well I was going to give you a nasty look but I see you already have one.” I choked off my words as he laughed out again. “Please greenie I’m beautiful, you just can’t hold your own.”

“Ok get up, there’s a few people I want you to meet.” Newt stood to his feet, exhaling his laughter as he he reached his hand out to help me up from my seat on my log.

Newt walked me over to multiple groups, introducing me to everyone of them. He told me that starting tomorrow I will work in every department to see where I fit best. Hopefully I won’t have to bust my ass to prove myself.

The group gathered in a circle behind us, was this another part of the bonfire? “Cmon let’s go check it out.” Newt lead me towards the circle, letting us have front seats to the show.

It was brutal, in the middle was none other than Gally and he looked.. so good. If I didn’t have a vendetta against eyebrows i would definitely say the warm light of the fire kissing his skin made him look knee bending. But of course why would I ever say that.. where would my self respect be?

“Gah!” he threw the other guy out of the circle with an ease of a grunt, like the weight was nothing to him. The crowd around us cheered him on yada yada, is this why his ego is so massively inflamed? Someone oughta put him on his ass.

“See, this is a game we play every bonfire, if you remember our rules i told you earlier you’d remember no glader can physically hurt each other. The point of this game is to push the other bloke out of the circle. Currently however, that shuck is undefeated.” Newt pointed towards Gally as he stalked around the circle, looking for his next pray.

His eyes locked on mine, and a one sided smirk crept onto his face. His pace around the circle stopped and he lift his finger to point at me.

“Greenie! Come, show us what you got.” Everyone around us oohed and laughed as I looked towards Newt who shrugged.

“Gally.” Alby gave him a look. “What i’m not gonna hurt her.” Gally brushed off his warning and turned his attention toward me.

“What, too chicken? Too scared little girl?” The word girl sos off his tongue like venom, his tone was threatening and i so needed to gouge his pretty eyes out.

All I had to do was kick his ass out of the circle, that should be easy enough.

I stomped one foot into the circle, “Please, you’ll never be the man your mother was.” This had him going. The reaction from the crowd combined with his embarrassment, you could see the smoke spilling from his ears.

“Alright greenie, rules are simple. I try to push you out of the circle, and you try not to cry like a girl.” Gally smirked at me, his stance widening as he grounded himself.

If looks could kill, he’d be ebliterated. Huffing, i waited for him to make a move. The guy was a big but he was such a bigot.

He grunted as he sprinted at me, arms held out to grab me but I ducked. Last minute I darted quickly under his arms and ran behind him, sliding to the ground to carry me out of the way.

He turned around prepared, but I swept my legs below his, knocking Gally to the ground. He got up quicker than he was on the floor and was back to strategizing. He ran towards me, barreling in a heat of rage to catch me.

this time he caught me and took me down with him. I struggled but i got him on his back. The crowd roared as I slid my legs on his sides and pinned him down. "Not bad for a girl, huh?" I smirked, huffing at his defeat. His eyes glazed over, and he placed his giant hands on the sides of my thighs.

"Yeah, but you haven't won yet." And he flipped us over, so he was on top. The both of us were winded, our chests heaving in synch and the eye contact was heavy. it felt like people were maving slowly, the cheers drowning out. "C'mon Greenie!" I reached my hand up slowly, placing it on the side of his jaw.

His movements faltered and his gaze grew softer. A smirk grew on my face, I got him right where I need him. I quickly slammed his head to the ground next to our bodies. I grabbed his shirt and successfully kicked him out of the circle.

The Crowd cheered me on, screaming my glade given name. Being in the center of cheers like this felt normal, I was used to being in the center like this with my arms up and the energy boosting my ego.

"C'mon Quinn, get his legs!" The trainer paced across the training mat as me and another person wrestled. My arms and legs were at their limits, and I ran towards A-9 and ducked under their swing, I pushed their back down and swept my legs under theirs, their head slamming into the ground.

I panted hard, struggling to catch my breath. "And that’s a match, you need to improve your swings, Quinn. You cant rely on your fists all the time." The trainer let out a breathy chuckle and laid his arm over my shoulders, my white jumpsuit darkening in areas l've sweated. "I’ll work on it Jansen, can't be a weapon if I cant fight, huh?” smirked and nodded my head towards him.

"Quinn! My name is Quinn!" Alby ran over and grabbed my hand, raising it towards the sky. “To Quinn!” He bellowed out and the other Gladers crowded around, taking turns shoving me and patting my back, cheering my name.

I never felt more belonging.

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summary: “Fuck you!” “Stop, stop!” Gally has his arms wrapped around the girl like a prison, containing the beast that bared its teeth until it surrendered to the emptiness. “There's nothing you can do! He's gone, Gwen!” Thomas has drifted from the scene before she's even noticed him. His own voice plays out pained apologies for what he's done. And for what he plans to do. warnings: death, violence, child death(canon T_T), MIX OF BOOKS AND MOVIE wc: 3,326

The first time he sees her is late in the day - eyes trained on the doors in anticipation of what Chuck's promised. Machines built into stone, coming to life just before the sun begins to set. It's insanity, and a piece of him believes it was all some elaborate trick they played on every boy brought up through the box. Some sort of initiation, and it was sick. He pictures them all gathered, looks of joy on their faces while the newcomer spun out of control, unable to grasp this new reality. Thomas felt as if his mind had been torn not in two, but completely apart in scattered pieces. Shards of memory scrambled in with this new life - one that seems impossible and too cruel for anyone to manifest. "Right on time," the shorter boy states with a wide and silly grin, almost pleased to share this moment with his new friend. To prove him wrong in a matter of minutes. The Newbie spots a dark-haired boy first - shirt tight around well-trained biceps, coated in sweat from a long day spent on the move. She rounds the same corner just after him. Dirt stains paired with her own exhaustion, cheeks red, and focus locked straight ahead - on home. A cloth lays tight against her face, concealing one eye, where multiple scars trail out from beneath and down towards her chest. He feels nauseous - not at the sight, but rather the idea of an unknown tale and how it all came to be. Neither of them slow to a steady stride until each foot landed on the warm grass, moving with purpose and ignoring the sight of a new Glader. She doesn't see him - but he sees her. Brown eyes are glued to her back as she joins others at the steel door, following the small group into the shadows of a mysterious building. "That's Gwen," Chuck chimes in with a smug expression as if hearing the mental torment Thomas put himself through. "Didn't ask," is his dry retort, making a sad attempt to shake away the daze he felt trapped within - gaze still locked on the quiet building, heart aching to know its secrets. "You will. Everybody does." Thomas’ head turns with a look of confusion in his eyes.

What was so special about the girl named Gwen? Why do they care so much?

"Only girl in The Glade." Thomas can't be sure if it's the boom of his heart rattling in his ears, or the metalwork coming to life inside the maze, but it renders all thoughts static.

The only…one?

"Don't get smart, Greenie. You're nothin' special."

She sees him hours later when dinner is loaded up onto plates. Another Greenie is just another mouth to feed and put to work. Nothing more than a body and having seen so many, they all begin to blend together in a mess of testosterone. She's forgotten the date until she spots him across the way - fighting through flames to take a closer look at the boy next to Newt. His movements are quick, head hung low as if having been caught doing something he most certainly shouldn't have. His guide wears a look of amusement, almost laughing to himself at the sudden shyness. "Who's the shank?" She questions, eyeing her mug as the concoction is filled to her liking - and just a smidgen extra. The girl lets out a gasp as the dark liquid continues to rise, the palm of her hand quickly meeting the back of the boy's head, putting the pour to an abrupt stop and spilling down her fingers. "You're shucked in the head if you think I'd drink all that." With a roll of his eyes, Gally sinks away to rest against a tree, arms crossed with his own drink in hand. "’Bout as boring as Alby." The boy takes a heavy swig of his own creation - long immune to the harsh sting against his throat. He waits a moment, a glare somehow parting through the sea of fire just to make his disgust known - hatred of a boy he knows, yet cannot place. He shrugs at first, replying, "Just another Greenbean. A pain in my ass. First place runner for a Slopper." It's his companion's turn to roll her eyes, knowing the boy all too well and his unfavorable attitude - to the Gladers, but most of all, the newbies and their curiosities. "You're bein' mean." He scoffs in reply, unable to pry his eyes away from the dark-haired teen just across the way. "I don't trust him," he states plainly. "You don't know him-" "Made himself right well at home by visiting Benny boy," he interrupts, a look of smug amusement on freckled skin - knowing full well he gave the warning, then let him slip by to suffer the consequences. He can see the way her face pales in horror - a look of shock with one good eye now fading of its spark. She thinks of Ben writhing on the bed, body twisted and drenched in his own blood and poisoned veins. It's a sight to leave anyone petrified - as if they've stumbled into a nightmare with no waking up. "Seen him in The Changing, not more than that. When Baby Benny gets it together, bet he'll tell the same." The confession leaves a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach - nausea boiling up the homebrew until it burns at her insides. The drink is long forgotten, feeling it climb and scratch like the thorns of vines as it seeks an escape. She remembers The Changing - how Gally cried and screamed for death. The way his fingers reached out into nothing, nails shredded to jagged tips as he continued to dig himself out of the grave. Not many have been stung - even fewer have survived the terror. Insanity stripping them of a sense of self as they plunge themselves into darkness if only to escape their hauntings. Gwen sees this boy differently now.

Not just a Greenie, not just a nobody tossed onto the field - but somebody from a life they've forgotten.

A life she had been robbed of.

By the time they make it out to safety, the girl is nothing more than an exhausted and emptied shell of a person. Chuck's blood stains the fabric of her shirt, dried up and stuck beneath her fingernails. There's some sickening feeling of remorse at the idea of washing him away, discarding his sacrifice, and forgetting his pain. He's at the forefront of her mind as they stand amongst…people. Strangers promising sanctuary - a light the boys left behind would never know. As if he can feel the hurt within her, the boy at her side responds in silence - seeing the broken heart she carries. Thomas' hand squeezes hers, a gesture to lift the heavy weight of grief while he continues to work through this bizarre puzzle before them. "Come with me," a woman states in kindness. Her cheeks are rosy and she appears older than her companions - slight wrinkles in her features suggest long stretches of time or severe stress. "Let's get everyone cleaned up. If you'll follow me-" she suggests, easily snaking an arm through Gwen's, guiding her away from her family - from Thomas. The feeling of his hand slipping away from her own sends an immediate panic to run hot through her. The girl's feet are planted and she's looking at the boy with wide eyes, not ready to leave him - unwilling to go with strangers. "Can't have the boys and girls together," the woman says with a laugh, using up her patience as she waits for Gwen to find an ounce of trust. It's never given. Her movement is only encouraged by the small nod of his head, telling her it was okay to go. The girl follows after her guide, focus not once leaving the freckled boy as he too watches with an intense stare. Was it longing? Or something fearful swallowed down to appear more confident for her sake. But she sees the guards at the doors, and can't help but feel as if she were in The Maze once more. Openings protected by Grievers - keeping her locked away from the ones she needed. Gwen slips from her jacket before the escort can process what's happened, watching as the girl flies across the space to collide in his arms, entangled and welcomed in his hold. He clings to her, desperate for closeness - as if her torso pressed to his own isn't enough. Her arms squeeze around his neck, face buried into him as he pulls her in. Thomas keeps darkened eyes trained on the ones at her back, intentions not truly known despite saving them from an unknown fate. "Don't want t'go," she mumbles. Thomas doesn't shift - a threat unheard but gaze burning the words against their skin.

Keep her safe - keep them all safe.

He parts from her but barely. It's just enough to lay a kiss against her forehead, before whispering words of promise, "I'll find you."

She sees him in The Scorch - that’s what they called it. A desert for miles with no hope in sight - only rocks and buildings crushed under the weight of Mother Nature, taking back what was rightfully hers. But Thomas sees something the others don’t; a chance. A life to be had free of WICKED’s grasp. Yet, they carry on and follow his steps marked in the sand. Minutes turn into hours - to days and what feels like a lifetime. Every second spent beneath the sun is more tortuous than The Maze. Still, he does not falter while others submit in his shadow. Gwen is amongst the many who surrender to the powerful forces against them - breathless as she kneels in the sand, waiting to die or be granted peace just over the horizon. He comes for her - a halo of light igniting a look of not only fear but worry in once bright eyes. “You can do this,” he encourages, leaving the weakened girl to roll her eyes. Ever the optimistic. She stands with his help, fingers laced together, not daring to part for fear they’ll suddenly vanish in the storm. “I'm sorry,” he chokes out - the dry air stealing every ounce of remorse that threatens to spill from his eyes. “I - I didn't want-” She sees Thomas as a man with hope brighter than the sun, despite the endless sea they must cross as the harsh wind tears at their skin. There's regret there, too. He endured the loss of Winston with a heavy heart - burdened by guilt and the failure of protecting his family. He's become more than just another pair of hands to build - more than some boy playing hero as he dives headfirst into certain death. He's become a leader and someone she deeply admires through unspoken words, soft touches, and subtle glances beneath the dark of night. “I'll follow you anywhere,” she says, a gust of wind knocking her tired frame forward just enough to see the shock in his eyes. He's just a boy, wearing the weight of the world on his shoulders as he carries them away without a full plan. A choice they allowed to be made for them. Widened eyes settle into realization, and his hand squeezes tightly before tugging her along the journey ahead.

She's not sure when it was decided.

When she felt the pull towards his every step, unknowing he felt the same for hers.

Hope is gone and he's lost sight of purpose in the city. The world is on fire and there's blood in the streets - blood on his hands. Brown eyes had become eerily dark as the flare took their brother. Once kind and full of a certain spark that took Thomas back to when things were simpler. They shift from a man he once knew, to ravenous and desperate for the pain to stop. He swore it all came to an end as their bodies collided, expecting a knife to dig through his flesh, only to find Newt had finished what he couldn't - providing the peace he longed for. And he thinks now, even though he was left standing, that it all did end for him there. She's on her knees at his side, head cradled in her lap with angered slaps against his cheek, as if he were only asleep. “Newt! God damnit!” The blade is ripped from his chest and tossed elsewhere, hoping the reaper would spare this one, and play favorites with a second chance. He sees her and the dread of understanding fills her expression. It pushes him further away into the shadows. “No! Fuck!” Fists pound against his heart, her sanity slipping and becoming unreasonable as she runs for Minho, demanding the serum he holds tight in a trembling fist. “Give it t'me!” With tears in tired eyes, he stands his ground and her desperation comes out as rage, lunging at him with fingers reaching for the vial, unable to grasp the concept of the loss. A brother from The Glade now gone like the others. “Fuck you!” “Stop, stop!” Gally has his arms wrapped around the girl like a prison, containing the beast that bared its teeth until it surrendered to the emptiness. “There's nothing you can do! He's gone, Gwen!”

Thomas has drifted from the scene before she's even noticed him. His own voice plays out pained apologies for what he's done.

And for what he plans to do.

The Safe Haven. A place too good to be true. Full of light and blissful smiles beneath the clear blue skies. There's no more fear, or running. The only stress being how to build the community and protect it from the forces of nature - how it always should have been. No tricks or games. No tests and gunfire to ring out in shattered eardrums. It's almost unsettling to be this still, the waves that crash against rocks and the shoreline the only thing to keep him grounded in this new reality. The taste of salt in the air is a reminder that this was no hallucination, a world people died for. Thomas could see their faces in the darkness just before he woke from a long slumber. There’s no haunting or mocking of his failures, they were just with him. Just present, never to be forgotten. He hadn't locked eyes with Gwen for more than a few seconds at a time, always in a hurry to escape the veil of guilt he wore whenever she smiled his way. Promises had been made and stripped from him as life faded from their eyes. Sometimes he thinks it’s better this way. Letting the pair fizzle out until they become strangers, to end the pain of remembering all they’ve lost. She seems to notice this poorly thought-out plan, yet instead of confronting it head-on, Gwen gives him the space he needs to grieve. Up until they stumble upon one another in the sand. This time, he doesn’t run. The space at his side is filled with her presence, arms just ghosting over one another as they take in the view before them. Having her so close is enough to ease a troubled soul, his lungs exhaling the demons he keeps close with eyes fallen shut, simply basking in the relief and she does the same.

The two remain silent for an unknown amount of time - too fearful of breaking through the calm at risk of either party walking away. But it had been weeks since she heard him speak more than a few mumbles at a distance, she aches for it. Her focus shifts from the crashing waves to his freckled skin. More sun-kissed than she remembers when they first met. A spark of blue shines from the fist at his side, muscles twitching with excitement as her fingers work their way inside. He finally looks at her, watching as she studies the vial up close and how the serum practically glows beneath the sunlight. “This yours?” There’s an uncomfortable shift. A heavy swallow working its way down as he remembers the chair he had been strapped to and all the tragedy to come after. “How’d you know?” A small smile creeps over her features, a softness he had longed for but couldn’t allow himself to enjoy. “I didn’t think you’d stop by the lab for a nice chit-chat.” A weak laugh escapes his chest, nearly missed if it hadn’t been for the smile he held in return. But it’s quick to fade as Teresa’s demise plays on loop, saddened eyes now focused elsewhere to drown out the flashing images. A deep breath steadies Gwen as she embraces the moment, following his gaze out into the horizon, waves now disguising the sound of hard labor and squeals of delight from the camp just over the cliff. “Y’know,” she begins, arms now crossed over her chest. “When I first saw you, I thought you were just another shank.” Another chuckle, unable to resist the pull as tired eyes land back on her. “Just another boy. Another ‘too curious for his own good,’ boy. Curious t’crazy. Robbing me of my ‘glory’ as ‘The Survivor,’” Gwen ends in quotes, cheeks now pink as amusement sweeps in despite the horrors mentioned. An old tale of a Griever finding her in The Maze and striking hard enough to suffer long-term damage, including the loss of an eye, where a bandage always lay.

Lips part to speak, but she’s quick to cut him off before he’s begun. “Reckless and selfless. Willing t’let them take you. Feed you fine meals and bleed you dry.” He feels his knees nearly give in as she makes the connection. There’s no more fun, only the residing fear of his almost sacrifice as he stumbles back into Janson’s hands. “A pig for slaughter.” The memories give enough discomfort that she’s shifting in place, turning to fully face a man who fought for her life. Fought for her to stand on this very beach. “Newt would have been pissed.” For a moment, his name is the dagger that tears its way through his heart. But remembering the fire the boy once had encourages a small smile and she takes it as a victory. “Come back t’me, Thomas.” She’s closer now - unable to avoid even if he wanted to as her hands lay against his sides, keeping him secured. “I want to. I - I just,” It’s the first time speaking since The Flare took their friend and all thoughts are rushing forward to be heard. He has to swallow them down in order to make any sense. “I can’t stop thinking about how I could’ve saved him. Saved Chuck and Winston. Ter-” “You can’t save everyone,” she cuts in, watching as he practically deflates and surrenders to her touch. A safe place to land no matter the distance he forced between them. “I know.” His gaze is fallen and avoidant - staring down at nothing in particular between the pair before roughened hands cup his face, thumb soothing along a stray drop of water on his cheek. “I see them all when I close my eyes. I still - I still feel Chuck’s blood on my hands, and every boy that came before him.” The sight of him is quick to blur as old wounds open, reminders of agony and mourning as the people she cared for slowly fade like a dying star. “For a while, I thought The Glade was built on the bodies of children. My family-” Thomas leans into her, foreheads pressed together with dirtied fingers laying over her touch. He hopes to absorb the hurt, letting it fill him up until her unsteady breaths begin to even out.

“For the first time in my life, Thomas, I want t’live. For all we’ve gone through. For all we’ve lost. If I can’t, then what was it all for?”

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[the-fiction-witch]

Woodcutter

Media - The Maze Runner AU Character - Newt Couple - Newt X Reader Reader - Y/n (GF) Rating - Smut Word Count - 2412

I walked through the thick trees and grass in my boots, my denim shorts and my hoodie, my Y/H/C hair in a braid pinned up around my head, my backpack over my shoulders starting to feel heavy already, and I did my best to control my breaths.

"Why... can't ... they ... pick ... a ... spot ... closer ... to ... the ... car ... park ..." Teresa gasped behind me, I turned to check on her as she walked in her cute purple athletics outfit of leggings and a crop top, her hair up in a high pony with her backpack but she was already struggling,

"Cause the boys, like an adventure in the woods." I sighed, "Plus less chance of getting busted."

"True..." she sighed,

"Come on Teresa, I believe in you," I told her taking her arm to help us keep at pace,

"How do people hike?"

"I don't know,"

"Why do people hike?"

"I also don't know," I answered, "Come on we're only five minutes from the cars,"

"I know," she sighed, "This is not like the gym,"

"It really isn't," I nodded, "You'll be okay, think of thomas."

"I'm gonna kick his dick."

"Fair enough," I nodded,

Soon enough we arrived at the clearing where four tents were set up around a campfire and the boys all stood around doing various tasks.

Gally was building the fire, thomas sat prepping food from his backpack, Newt stood hanging the last of the orange tent guidelines and Minho was lying on the airbed of the little blue tent watching everyone.

"Girls are here!" Minho called out,

"Girls!" Thomas perked up, "Sweetie!" He smiled but Teresa just went past him and lay in their purple tent so he petted her hair,

"Hi," I smiled,

Newt chuckled at me and opened his arms so I happily bolted over and jumped into his arms,

"Ummmm! Hello love!" He smiled as he squeezed me,

"Hi newt," I giggled, "How's the tent coming?"

"Good, a couple more lines and then we can set our bed up,"

"Alright," I smiled, "I'll unpack then,"

We shared a kiss before I started to unpack my bag into our little camp.

I sat by the fire enjoying a hotdog as I laid my head on Newt's shoulder, his arm around me tightly, I looked across the fire and saw thomas and Teresa cuddling up too looking ready for bed, Minho making another hot dog in the fire flames, gally sat feeding the fire with a few small sticks.

"Another drink?" gally asked,

"I'm good I'm ready for a dog," Minho shrugged taking his hot dog off the fire to add to his bun,

"you guys?" Gally asked,

"I'll take a beer," Thomas nodded so Gally threw him a beer,

"I'm good," Teresa shrugs,

"You two?" Gally asked,

"I'll take another beer," Newt nodded so Gally threw one other,

"I'm okay," I nodded,

"You guys wanna play another game?" Thomas offered,

"No, no more drinking games they only end badly," I laughed,

"How about a spooky story?" Minho laughed,

"Yeah!" Teresa nodded,

"No, you'll all be up all night unable to sleep," I remind everyone,

"Just a little spooky story?" Newt cooed,

"Fine one small spook," I warn,

"okay," Minho chuckled, "A long time ago on a night much like this..."

"Original," Gally glared,

"Don't comment on my story," Minho told him throwing a bun at him, "So a long time ago on a night much like this a word cutter was working on the edge of the woods, with his young daughter playing with the flowers."

"Why would you bring your daughter wood cutting? seems dangerous?" Newt spoke up,

"No comments," Minho complained throwing another bun at Newt,

"So, he is cutting wood on the edge of the forest with his young daughter,"

"At night?" I asked, but he just threw a bun at me, "Owww minho!"

"ANYWAY! The woodcutter is cutting wood on the edge of the woods with his young daughter playing one moment he turns and sees his daughter is gone, and he hears her screaming in the woods so he runs in after her he sees a woman carrying his little girl away so he chases after them with his axe in hand." he explained, "He hunts her down to the river where he axes her head right off!" he said,

"Not very scary Minho," Thomas spoke up but he too got a bun to the face,

"He saves his daughter but little did he know the woman was a WITCH! and she curses the woodcutter to never be able to leave the woods and curses him to have a deep hunger for human flesh!" he explained,

"Terrifying," I sighed,

"You know Minho scary stories are usually better than that," Teresa said,

"Well sorry I don't give you a story worthy of a booker prize," he glared, "But it's said he still haunts these woods..."

"Sure Minho," Gally nodded, "Now if you guys are all good I'm off to bed,

"Yeah we'll turn in too," Thomas nodded,

We all said our goodnights and headed into our tents Newt and I crawled into our little orange tent and zipped up the door laying on our airbed, quickly cuddling up for the evening,

"Ummm I love cuddling you love,"

"Aww, I love cuddling you to newt,"

We smiled and each shared a sweet little kiss before relaxing ready for bed,

"Y/n?"

"Yes, Newt?"

"You know... these sleeping bags do zip together? if you're interested?" He cooed,

"Ohh do they now?"

"They do, or if you want we could just huddle in one sleeping bag, for warmth?"

I chuckled and unzipped my sleeping bag he happily and egarly unzipped his own and came into mine zipping us ip inside together, "Just be quiet everyone is only just outside," I whispered,

"I'll be quiet love," He cooed pulling me into a kiss,

I laid ontop of him I immediately blushed but wrapped my legs around his hips as his arms wrapped around me making sure the blanket covered us both before pulling me into an intense lusty kiss, as we slowly pealed off one another's clothes even if we hadn't warn much to bed anyway in our little warm tent, we did our best not to moan even if we both desperately wanted too as our hands explored one another seductively but we made sure we made as little noise as possible as to not attract attention even if the sounds of our lips locking seemed so loud to me,

after a few minutes of our kisses he held my hips and gently rubbed his erection against me I smiled into the kiss and nodded, he growled a little and pulled me back to a kiss grabbing his bag from the side and sigging out a comdon as soon as he grabbed one he pulled away ripped it open with his teeth and quickly slipped it on,

we both gently shifted until I slipped down his erection luckily our kiss covering our groans as I reached the base we both pulled back gasping a little before we slowly began our movements making sure to be as slow and quiet as possible often having to stop, slow or eve cover our mouths to prevent Discovery but it got to the point neither of us cared if someone heard or if someone found out all we wanted was release moving fast and hard nuzzled up together as we both got closer and closer to the edge until after a few quick thrusts

I hit my wall biting his neck as I did to keep my quiet slowing almost to a stop with only really his guiding and thrusts keeping us moving as I felt the rush of pleasure thought my body causing me to shake which in turn drove him utterly crazy holding me tightly not thrusting mercliclessly desperate for his own which quickly came burying himself deep inside me as he hit his own moaning at first but quickly putting his hand over his mouth as he buried his inside me as deep as he could we both collapsed in his blankets exaughsted peppering little kisses on each other till we had some strength back.

He pulled out and I covered up and we shared a sweet kiss as he tied the condom and wrapped it in tissue to toss on the fire later when no one was looking,

As we cuddled and caught our breath we both perked up a little hearing rustling and moment outside the tent,

"AHHHHHHH!" Minho yelled,

We both grabbed our clothes and rushed out of the tent to see Gally, thomas and Teresa rushing out too, but Minho was gone.

"Minho! Minho!" We all called trying to find him but nothing he just disappeared,

Teresa began to hyperventilate and Newt grabbed hold me me in the tightest grip he could,

"What happened to Minho..." Thomas gulped,

"I don't know... maybe he uhh tripped on a log or-" Newt began,

"Or... something's out there," Gally said,

"You... you don't think..." Teresa began,

"The woodcutter." gally finished,

"That's just a stupid story Minho made up," I said,

"Yeah...and now he's gone missing," Gally said,

"This is stupid this is Minho we are talking about maybe he got up for a late-night run and tripped over a tree branch." Newt explained, "Besides it's dark anyway we should all just get to bed and if Minho still isn't here in the morning we go look for him at first light,"

"Good idea," Thomas nodded,

So we all went back to our tents a little tense newt and I cuddled up and got sleep for maybe an hour before we woke up to a loud screaming it was Gally, we both bolted out of the tent thomas and Teresa bolting too as we looked around and noticed gally was gone.

"Oh my god, oh my god... it's the woodcutter!" Teresa screamed,

"It would all be a -" newt began,

"It's the woodcutter he's come to eat us all!" She screamed,

"Teresa sweetie get a hold of yourself," Thomas began taking her in his arms,

"It's okay... it's all okay," Newt nodded, "We have... six more hours until sunrise..."

"To be honest newt I think we should act before then... if something has happened to them we should kinda call the cops," thomas spoke up,

"You're right thomas." I nodded grabbing my phone, "No signal,"

"Damn it." Teresa sighed

"Okay... I think we should all just sit by the fire and hope we hear anything from them," I said,

We sat by the fire for a while with no sign of Minho or Gally, thomas and Teresa had looks of worry but I just kept Y/n close to me kissing her head and squeezing her never letting her leave my arms.

"I hate to say this..." thomas sighed, "but I need to pee." as he got up,

"Nooooo! Thomas!" Teresa said hugging his legs, "You'll get gotted!"

"I'll be okay sweetie," he patted her hair,

"Just uhhh be careful thomas," Y/n told him,

"Thanks," he nodded, "Newt if I don't come back..."

"Delete your internet history and burn the box under your bed," I nodded,

"You're a good friend," He nodded before he kissed Teresa and he headed into the woods,

We all sat silently almost readying ourselves to hear a scream but he soon returned and sat back with her again so we all sighed in relief for a moment,

"AHHHHhhhH!" Y/n screamed gripping my shirt as she turned, I turned too and we all began to scream seeing a man standing with an axe over our camp he grabbed Y/n's arm and pulled her from my grip into the woods seconds later a blood-curdling scream and then... silence.

"He's real! He's real!" Teresa cried,

"Newt... I am so sorry-" Thomas began,

I couldn't even process it, the idea Y/n could be...

I felt so guilty for not holding her closer and tighter, for not putting her in the tent where it was safe, I broke down and began crying hysterically calling out her name until my voice was horse, I saw the mallet used to put the tent pegs in, I grabbed it and held it tightly in my hand,

"Newt...." Thomas began,

"You guys can sit here shivering if you want. Until he comes and picks us off one by one... But I don't care. Either I find Y/n. Or I die with her." I answered getting to my feet and bolting across camp only to see him return I swung the mallet into his head knocking him to the ground,

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH NEWT WHAT THE FUCK!" Voices yelled in the darkness,

"What!" I yelled,

Out of the trees came Frypan, Winston, and Zart,

"What the hell newt!" Fry complained,

"Wh- what are you guys doing here?!" Thomas complained,

"It was a prank!" Zart laughed,

"A pr-" I began unable to even form words right now,

"A Prank!?" Teresa complained, "What the hell guys!"

"Ohh we got you good," Winston laughed,

"Why... why would you do this!" Thomas asked,

"Fuck with ya," Fry laughed, "But what the hell newt you just threw a mallet at Ben!"

"That- that's Ben!" I yelled,

"Yes! You knocked him out!"

"How was I meant to know! he came at us! with an axe!" I complained, "After taking Y/n!"

"Okay know who I'm partnering with within a horror movie scenario," Zart laughed, "You have a real fight response,"

"My girlfriend was taken! I heard her scream! You do realize I was ready to kill all of you!"

"Awww newt that's so sweet," Y/n laughed as she emerged from the tree I dropped my mallet and hugged me as tight as I could giving her a billion kisses and telling her I loved her over and over and over, and she hugged me tightly too,

"We're okay too, not that anyone cares." Gally sighed as they came back to camp,

"I was an inside man," Minho laughed,

"Good, good to know it was nothing serious," Thomas sighed,

"We were gonna get all of you but you know Newt kinda went crazy" Winston explained,

"I still feel I was justified,"

"Come on everyone let's get some sleep," Teresa spoke up,

Everyone agreed the guys went home having to carry Ben with them, and we went back to our little camp I held Y/n in a death grip inside our tent,

"Newt it's okay-"

"I know, I know, but I got so scared... I couldn't ever think of losing you love,"

"I couldn't even think of losing you either newt, thank you for coming to save me I'd have done the same for you,"

"You would?"

"Of course I would I love you very much newt,"

"I love you more Y/n," I smiled giving her a sweet kiss before we drifted off into each other's arms,

[baldurs-writers-3]

Horror: A Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfiction Rec List

This week, we have Horror! Check under the cut for seven fics that explore some of the darker and more frightening elements of Faerun, and as always, comment and kudos if you like them!

Hand, Hearth, and Home by ElleKhen (393,131, Explicit) Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Body Horror Pairings: Astarion/Male Tav

This fic covers the backstory and in-game story of a warlock who was raised by a shadow-fey-possessed church. After being infected by the mind flayer tadpole, he meets a dream guardian who appears to him as a childhood friend and first love who he thought dead. As his party goes on with their quest, he is also forced to face the consequences of his shadow-cursed existence, and what that means for the people he loves.

Reccer says: I love that this fic is full of visceral, angsty smut and exciting action. But the author always follows up the hurt with comfort. They especially approach the Astarion romance with so much care, and do a great job of writing his voice. Due to the nature of Church’s magic, there are body horror elements especially when the story covers the events of Act 2. This fic expands upon the Shadowlands, Shadowfell, the Raven Queen, and shadow magic as a whole to depict terrifying sequences Church must face with his companions (and lover) beside him. I learned a lot about that particular D&D lore that way, and it made Act 2 feel a lot bigger and scarier than it originally felt.

A Dream of Silence by AbigailMoment (2,683, Mature) Content Notes: possible main char death Pairings: astarion/tav

An interactive story, where you have to save Astarion from a horrible nightmare of worst thing that Cazador ever did to him

Reccer says: Very well written with tons of replayability. Also you get to pet his hair

What Could Have Been by Bella1433! (119,228, Explicit) Content Notes: Dark themes, there are archive warnings Pairings: Tav (named) X Astarion

The maze scene, the race through the city. Astarion is a terrifying vampire lord in this fic!

Reccer says: Vampire lord acting like a vampire lord and being terrifying! Using his powers

The Tyrant, the Assassin, and the Corpse by aqeldroma (3,241, Explicit) Content Notes: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Murder Pairings: The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash

After the Hall of Wonders, the Dark Urge visits Gortash to test him in another way. When she finds someone already in his bed, the night turns predictably violent.

Reccer says: Pre-canon Dark Urge and Gortash pairing, set back when they are testing each other's limits. The horrific things happen to everyone in their orbit, naturally.

Hunger is Satisfaction by CountTavula (25,904, Explicit) Content Notes: Very dark content Pairings: Tav X Astarion

The psychological horror in this is extremely high and surprisingly so.

Reccer says: Its a thriller, psychological horror, not even a dark fantasy most times, just...dread

The Vanishing of Astarion Ancunín: The beginning by Gally (3,526, Mature) Content Notes: None Pairings: None

A glimpse at his last few days of life and the first terrifying minutes of his new unlife.

Reccer says: He wasn't an evil man, he wasn't a great man... he was just a man.

Bathed in Sound by Nikolai_237 (1,005, General) Content Notes: None Pairings: Karlach/Tav

In the Feyweird, not all is dangerous but most is unsettling. For instance, sometimes you find your partner just sitting in the middle of a bunch of floating whale skeletons.

Reccer says: This is my first concept fic for the Feyweird, my psychological horror playground, and for some reason people seem to like it. I enjoy writing creepy stuff and I love weaving horror into my work.

The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ!

Next week, we’ll be returning with a character rec list, this time for Lae’zel! 

[petrichor-idyllic]

MASTERLIST

RULES | TAGS

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

THIS BLOG CONTAINS 18+ CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

All of my writing and works can be found here. I write for several fandoms and mainly write 'x reader' but I also have my own characters.

Please refer to my rules before requesting.

Requests can be as detailed as you want, but give me the preferred pronouns for the one-shot, or I will default use they/them.

The characters and universes I write for are listed below - character names in bold already have fics written about them, but I write for all on this list. Media and shows I don't feel comfortable writing smut or explicit content for, for whatever reason, is stated in green in that subsection and character masterlist.

○ FLUFF | □ SPICE | ● ANGST | ■ SMUT |• HEADCANONS

◇ FEM! READER | ☆ GN! READER | 《》 MASC! READER

OUTERBANKS

NO SMUT OR EXPLICIT CONTENT

JJ MAYBANK | RAFE CAMERON | KIARA CARRERA | JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE | SARAH CAMERON | POPE HEYWARD

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

DAEMON TARGARYEN | RHAENYRA TARGARYEN | ALICENT HIGHTOWER | SER CRISTON COLE | AEMOND TARGARYEN | AEGON TARGARYEN | JACAERYS VELARYON - NO SMUT OR EXPLICIT CONTENT FOR THIS CHARACTER | SER GWAYNE HIGHTOWER | HELAENA TARGARYEN

(And anyone else from the show I can't remember because all their names sound the same.)

THE MAZE RUNNER

NO SMUT OR EXPLICIT CONTENT

MULTI-CHARACTER

THOMAS | MINHO | NEWT | TERESA | FRYPAN | GALLY | BRENDA | ALBY

(NOTE: Newt is canonically gay, confirmed by the author of TMR: James Dashner. Therefore, I will only write Masc and Gender-neutral reader out of respect for the character.)

THE 100

NO SMUT OR EXPLICIT CONTENT

CLARKE GRIFFIN | JOHN MURPHY | BELLAMY BLAKE | OCTAVIA BLAKE | FINN COLLINS | JASPER JORDAN | MONTY GREEN | RAVEN REYES | HARPER MCLNTYRE

(NOTE: I have only seen the first two seasons pls don't shout at me.)

THE MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

(Please request characters for this, there are far too many to list.)

PETER PARKER - NO SMUT OR EXPLICIT CONTENT FOR THIS CHARACTER

INDIVIDUAL CHARACTERS

(These are one-off characters I will write for and what they are from.)

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY | Call of Duty

RODRICK HEFFLEY | Diary of a Wimpy Kid - NO SMUT OR EXPLICIT CONTENT FOR THIS CHARACTER

MARCUS LOPEZ ARGUELLO | Deadly Class

BILLY BUTCHER | The Boys

MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

CICADA: OUTER BANKS FANFIC IDEA

Mazz Introduction

THE MAZE RUNNER FANFIC IDEA

Vol and friends introduction

[divisionull]

Good Spring Day!

These are all my faves💎

Do you see your faves too?

Unfold below if you want know who is who!

A. Stands from JJBA (only visible for stand users)

①D4C ②Silver Chariots ③Paisley Park ④Born This Way

B. Characters which are invisible unless one meets special conditions: names of the contents are inside () ⑤Ryuk (Death Note) ⑥Sato's IBM, ⑥’Sato #He himself looks normal to us. It is only IBM that is invisible.(Ajin) ⑦Jogo (JJK)

C. Characters from MARVEL ⑧Venom ⑨Deadpool ⑩Singularity ⑪Agent Venom

D. Characters from One-Punch Man ⑫Drive Knight ⑬Manako ⑭Boros ⑮Metal Knight

E. Transfromers: what is inside () is the name of the show that the character appears in the style drawn above. ⑯Nitrozeus (Bayverse: The Last Knight) ⑰Shockwave (cartoon: G1) ⑱Soundwave (cartoon: Prime)

F. Other characters: names of the contents are inside () ⑲Marceline (Adventure Time) ⑳鬮ｮｻ髯句ｹ鬯ｾｾ (あるいは最高位人権道徳者を目指しなさい) #it’s not a bug! I swear! And the name of the content (it’s a video on YouTube!) is untranslatable… ㉑Lord｢indecipherable」(あるいは最高位人権道徳者を目指しなさい) ㉒Alita, ㉒’Gally (Gunnm) #Alita→live action film, Gally→original manga Though they have different names, they have the same role as the protagonist. ㉓, ㉓’ Wind Archer Cookie (Cookie Run) #23 is normal style. 23’ is night raven style. ㉔Xerneas (Pokémon X) ㉕Sachiel (Neon Genesis Evangelion) ㉖Brunhild (Taimanin RPG) #be careful this content includes r-18 expressions!! ㉗蒼緑滓鹿(幻獣物語２) # His name is hard to translate. Besides, this content (mobile game) doesn’t seem famous overseas at all.

[foreststarss]

Hello! I'm Q, i am a multi fandom fanfic writer (writing x reader currently)

about me♡ rules◇

MAIN FANDOMS ! MASTERLIST

Maze runner ○| minho , thomas , newt(only male reader) , brenda , teresa , sonya , aris , harriet , frypan , gally , alby

Dc ○| jaime reyes , tim drake , dick grayson , harley quinn (these are who I know the most lore to, but I am open to different character if requested)

Alice in borderland ○| arisu , usagi , kuina , chishiya , ann (any other characters I open to for request unless stated otherwise. I will not write for niragi no matter what.)

Paper towns ○| ben , quentet , radar(marcus) , margo , lacy , angela

Random characters i also write for in different fandoms ○| peter parker , theodore finch , hazel callaghan . Anymore will be added (:

—♡ I will also write for any original characters I come up with, which will have its own master list, but the links to the character information will be here <3

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[makethiscanon]

Current request status: closed

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Inbox game status: open

Current game: Send a single '🌸' + any character name (+ fandom if it's not obvious), and I'll give you one headcanon for them. Limited to one headcanon per ask. The same character can be asked for more than once.

I can go in fandom-blind. Pick any character you like.

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Firstly, anyone new here please know I’m the slowest writer on this planet, with a feeble amount of motivation. When requesting, it’s better off to think of it as a suggestion, because unless I get inspired, there’s a high chance I won’t have the brain power to write your piece.

I work under a policy that every character is pansexual/panromantic, unless explicitly stated by the original creator that the character is not attracted to a specific orientation.

What I will write:

Reader-inserts only

Second-person, or third-person if requested

Headcanons, drabbles, blurbs, short stories, voice lines, match ups.

Any gender, but will default to fem! unless requested

Romance or platonic

Aro or Ace

Polyamory

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Horror/Suspense 

Minor injuries/blood

Alternate Universe (please specify)

The list isn't completely exclusive so if in doubt, hit me with what you've got.

I reserve the right to decline or ignore any requests that make me feel uncomfortable, and have no obligation to disclose reasons why.

What I won’t write:

NSFW / Taboo

Political

Hate speech

Cheating

Whump (Yandere is fine but won’t be graphic)

Real celebrities x reader

Young-coded characters romantically. E.g. Eri, Kota, Klee, Nahida, etc.

I can try writing for any character from the fandoms listed, but the characters below are the ones I’m more confident in. Those with an ‘ * ’ are the characters I’m most confident writing.

Arcane:

Jayce || Viktor*

Silco

Demon Slayer:

Akaza* || Douma || Enmu || Gyutaro*

Inosuke || Nezuko

Rengoku || Sanemi

Dr Stone

Senku || Taiju

Tsukasa || Ukyo || Yo

Chrome || Kinro

Final Fantasy

7: Reno || Vincent || Genesis || Zack

13: Hope || Snow || Caius || Noel

Genshin Impact:

Arataki Itto || Cyno || Thoma || Tighnari || Xiao || Zhongli

Childe || Scaramouche

Gotham (TV Series):

Oswald Cobblepot || Jerome Valeska || Victor Zsasz*

Kingdom Hearts:

Organization XIII members || Axel*

Sora || Riku || Hayner

The Maze Runner:

Gally* || Newt || Frypan || Minho || Alby

Vince

My Hero Academia:

Class 1-A [Any] || Bakugou Katsuki* || Ojiro Mashirao*

Amajiki Tamaki || Kaibara Sen || Monoma Neito || Shindou Yo || Shinsou Hitoshi || Togata Mirio || Yorarashi Inasa

Chisaki Kai [Overhaul] || Dabi || Spinner || Toga Himiko || Twice

Fatgum || Pro Hero: Manual

Obey Me:

Mammon || Lucifer || Beelzebub || Asmo

Simeon || Solomon || Raphael

Tales of Arcadia:

Douxie Casperan || Krel Tarron*

Nari || Skrael || Strickler || Tronos

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[justinewt]

Meet Grace - THE MAZE RUNNER OC

[THE MAZE RUNNER REWRITE-MASTERLIST]

Do not use my character without my consent thanks <3

warning: MOST arts and pictures you’ll see are not mine (I found edits on pinterest usually) and the person used to portray Grace is actress Astrid Bergès-Frisbey. Grace is a character 100% created by me, Andrea but the style of the bio has been inspired by The Maze Runner Wiki and an Amino community bio template. I base my whole work on the movies made by Wes Ball, NOT THE BOOKS but maybe some descriptions and some stuff will be more book accurate than movie accurate idk. (NB : the second picture is originally Lily Collins who is with Dylan, I used a face swapp app to put Astrid’s face instead)

And PLEASE, you are all very beautiful as you are, DO NOT feel bad about my character’s body/weight/height/measurements or anything, keep in mind that she’s fictional and that every body is beautiful and unique !! And you are all beautiful real human beings <3

words: ~940

Some minor spoilers regarding the fanfic (obviously lmao)

GRACE bio by me

PROPERTY OF WICKED. GROUP B, SUBJECT B2. The Pacesetter.

INFORMATIONS

NICKNAMES/ALIASES : Gray

                                        Gracie 

                                        Grace Hopper (Computer Scientist after whom she’s named)

                                         Loudmouth (by Gally)

                                         Slender (by Gally)

                                         Subject B2

DATE OF BIRTH: Unknown

AGE : about 16-17 (first movie) to 19 (last movie)

OCCUPATION : Creator of the Maze Runner (formerly)

                           Member of the Gladers

                           Runner (formerly)

AFFILIATIONS : WICKED (formerly)

                           The glade (formerly)

GENDER : Female      

SEXUALITY : Lesbian

HAIR COLOR : Warm brown

EYE COLOR : Green

SKIN COLOR : Light

SPECIES : Human

NATIONALITY : American

IMMUNITY STATUS : Immune

FATE : Alive (otherwise there wouldn’t be a fic lmao but see if she survives haha)

POSITION IN THE GLADE : Runner

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : As of the start of the fic, she’s single and not crushing on anyone

RESIDENCE : WICKED labs (formerly)

                        The Glade (formerly)

FAMILY 

PARENTS : Both her parents are dead, she doesn’t remember them or their names. She has a single memory of her mother when she starts getting her memory back (this is a memory she shares with Thomas as they both got this flashback during their days in the glade but at different times)

BEST FRIENDS : Newt and Thomas

SIBLINGS : Thomas, alive – younger twin brother

PARTNERS : She never had any romantic relationship before getting out of the maze (when being surrounded by all those boys etc she realizes she’s a lesbian – which she had forgotten about herself, because of the memory loss caused by WICKED, this is one of the first things she remembers)

read the fic to know if she gets a girlfriend...

CHILDREN : None

OTHER : Alby – Acquaintance

               Gally – Enemy... ?

               Minho – Friend, but not as close as she is with Newt

               Teresa – Friend, until second movie then she just dislikes her, plain and simple but she isn’t happy to see her die

read the fic and find out how her relationships evolve ;)

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Grace is told by Newt that she looks young, she figures she must be around 16 or 17 years old. She is a couple inches shorter than Thomas and Newt, who are around 5′9″ themselves, so it means she is rather tall, probably around 5′7″. Although she and Thomas have many features in common such as green eyes and brown hair, her heart-shaped lips and square jaw set her apart from her brother. Despite strong features, her face still has an elegant dimension to it. She doesn’t look harsh and has a radiant smile, showing small dimples. She looks sweet and charming and is aware of it. She takes advantage of her looks to lie because somehow, no one would ever think such an angelic looking gal wouldn’t be the most honest person on earth. 

Since she is quite tall, she is skinny and has quite long and thin arms and legs. Her rather long limbs notably gave the idea of a nickname Gally gave her. She agrees that she looks “slender” and plays along with it. 

PERSONNALITY

Out of her and her brother, Grace was the quiet one, but quiet doesn’t necessarily mean shy. On the contrary, her brother was the timid one. Grace grew up believing that what she was told to do was the right thing and that this served a purpose. She was an honest, mindful and witty person, quite transparent, like an open book. But when she found out about the real motivations of WCKED, she built up a mask behind which she started lying and became deceiptive. Making them believe they could see right throught her to protect her real thoughts.

She acted like she was still the nice and obedient little girl they had groomed over the years into doing this awful work but in reality, she was stabbing them in the back and they were so confident, so full of themselves that they never felt the blades. Pretending had came so naturally to her, she got scared she was a fake person, someone bad, but she wasn’t. She was just a good liar, and it didn’t mean anything deep. She seemed so innocent that she used what people thought of her against them. She is someone that would take advantage of this kind of situation, to stab them in the back more easily since they would never suspect her to do such a thing. She was quiet, but a burning fire raged inside of her and would sometimes melt the ice of her frozen armor. It was rare that she was defying but not impossible, sometimes the mask would let the truth out and reveal a part of her she kept for herself.

This was because of WCKED that she had learned to keep everything inside and lie as much as she could. She lied to stay a few steps ahead of them at all times and this survival mode was rather consuming. She abandonned it when they got out, learning to be who she wanted to be, finding herself in the ashes they had left of her and the world. They hadn’t changed her completely, she was a quiet and observing person but the deceiving part was their fault. And in the end, she found that being able to lie and play pretend could be useful in certain times. But it wasn’t her, it was a tool she disguised as part of her personnality so as not to let anyone know that she was lying to them. If they hought she really meant/thought what she said, they would never suspect the truth, and it was safer. But she was also strong, a survivor, just like her brother and their friends.

[THE MAZE RUNNER REWRITE-MASTERLIST]

Published (01/29/2022) by Andrea

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TEASER for Paisley x Gally fanfic

Hey @petrichor-idyllic I saw you liked my OC, here is a teaser for the fanfic she is in

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"Hey Paisley, are you actually going to build or what?"

"Oh darling, go buy a bloody brain. You, shank, should already know that I rather climbing all the things that we, I mean you, dearest Gally builds."

"Oh, fuck you Paisley."

"I mean, if you insist" you look at Gally, grinning, but you knew if you went at it much longer you would step the line.

"I'd be in the right spot to call a bloody meeting of my fellow keepers and have you thrown in the slammer. Tread lightly, shuckface."

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[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

(Mature! Smut! 18+ only!)

Completed

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[partoftheglade]

Annie

I sat up suddenly taking in my surroundings. I was moving upwards in a metal box. Around me was boxes and crates bigger than me. I couldn’t remember anything except the name ‘Annie’ yelling over and over In my head. I wasn’t sure it was my name but I had a weird feeling it was. I backed up into a one of the sides burying my heap between my legs. The fear was overwhelming not knowing what was going on, where I was, or even who I was. The weird box came to a stop and I heard the sound of talking but couldn’t make out anything. Light bled into the the small area. The floor shook and I could hear laughs from up above and a masculine voice said,”Welcome to the glade Greenie.” I was now confused and scared. I peeked up and saw a tall boy staring down at me and he looked shocked. “What is it Gally?”, another manly voice sounded from above. “Its.... it’s a girl”, he said not believing it himself. I looked up and saw a whole crowd of boys staring down at me. “Whereee a..mmm I?”, I said tears sliding down my cheeks. I flinched as another boy jumped into the box he looked much softer and welcoming but I still needed to keep my guard up. “I’m Alby and I know none of this makes sense but we’ve all been where you are”, the shorter one said. I didn’t know what to say. “So would you like to come out now?”, I looked up at all the boys who were now dead silent and watching. Alby held his hand out for me to take and I hesitantly took it and stood up. He climbed out of the weird contraption and stuck his hand out again. The taller boy lifted me up and I flinched at the touch. Once my feet where on the grass I looked up and saw huge walls surrounding me and I backed up a terrified. Another boy walked to the front of the crowd and offered a wide grin,”Welcome to the glade!”

Meet Annie an original character I made I’m am going to make lots of stories about her and her adventures in the glade and I would really like to make more characters. Please send requests as you please. Welcome to my blog! Now let’s get to know Annie!

Shoulder length, light brown hair

Freckles

Hazel eyes (greenish and gold)

Skinny (malnutrition almost)

Little taller than chuck

Med jack

Everyone calls her Ann

Everyone is protective of her

First girl in the glade

Shy

Caring

Mother figure to chuck

Came to glade before Chuck

Eventual Newt x Annie love story

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

The Power of Suffering - Part 1 (Gally x OC)

Summary: Joan was the only survivor from her own maze, rescued by the Right Arm nearly a year ago. But now she was going out with them to try and save some other kids just like her. Only what they find is a boy barely clinging to life - and she is determined to save him.

Pairing: Gally x OC (Joan)

Word Count: 3675

Warnings: blood, death mention, canon typical violence, sloppy medical procedures, canon divergence, background original characters

ONE | TWO | THREE

“Do you trust me?” Nellie had asked her, holding up the tracking device they had pulled from the Griever's corpse. 

Joan looked up at her, her hands still covered in the blood of her friends that she had tried to save but couldn’t, and nodded her head. Whatever was out there had to be better than staying in here. 

“I trust you,” she had whispered in return, taking her friend’s other hand and making a break for possible freedom. Only a handful of their group was left, and they all followed them into the labyrinth.  

The Maze twisted and turned in seemingly random directions, but Nellie appeared to know exactly where she was going, her eyes focused and her tired face lifted in hope. They came to a bridge, the doors on the other side already opening to reveal a path that lead away from the Maze. The group of girls, Joan included, dared to smile as they jogged across the bridge. 

But the smiles all dropped and screams filled the air when Grievers started crawling up the sides of the bridge, grabbing anyone they could get their mechanical claws around. Including Nellie. Joan screamed, pulled with all her might to keep her friend at her side, but she wasn’t strong enough. Nellie was ripped from her and thrown over the side of the bridge, just as the Grievers began to shut down and fall from the bridge themselves. 

Through the doors came a group of masked men, wearing dark clothes and carrying guns held aloft and ready to fire, but their guns immediately lowered when they saw Joan trembling alone on the bridge. Tears streamed down her red cheeks, green eyes large and terrified as they approached her. 

“We’re with the Right Arm — you’re safe now. Safe from WCKD.” 

The truck went over a bump in the desert, stirring Joan from her revery and forcing her back into the present. They were going to another Maze facility, the Right Arm chapter based near the Last City, and as their resident Combat Medic, she had been ordered to go along. Ever since she had been given the order her mind had been wandering back to that day she was saved from her own Maze. All she knew was that she was thankful that they had saved her from that hell, but they had been too late to save any of her friends. To save Nellie. 

Joan took those thoughts and crumpled them into a ball, forcing them down into her throat and into a dark place within herself where they would let her focus on the job that needed to be done. It had been nearly a year. She had hoped that the memories would have faded by now. Instead, they were still sharp and dangerous and painful. 

Beckett, the man in charge of the mission, turned back from talking to the driver, “Alright, we’re almost there gentleman — and Joan. Remember, we’re here to rescue the kids, not destroy the place.” 

“But if it happens along the way?” Farley asked from beside Joan, making the other men in the unit chuckle beneath their breath. 

“Two birds with one stone I suppose.” Beckett cracked a smile, causing the other men to stomp their feet and holler in excitement. 

Joan only betrayed a small smile before she ducked down and did her triple check of her medical bag. IV fluids. Tourniquets. Bandages. Morphine. Gloves. Antiseptic. She hoped that she didn’t have to use any of it. That her role was only a precaution instead of a necessity. But she had a feeling that wasn’t going to be the case on this mission. 

The truck came to a sudden halt, and before she knew it Beckett was leading the unit inside the massive WCKD Maze facility. Memories tried to uncrumple themselves and come back into the light, but she forced them back into their corner where they belonged as she ran in through the doors that Farley held open. 

All the monitors had been turned off. There was broken glass all over the place. And two bodies lay on the floor. 

“Farley, stay with Joan in here, we’re going into the Maze to look for more kids.” Beckett signaled the rest of the unit to follow him further into the darkness. 

Joan went into autopilot as she dropped down onto her knees beside the first body she came across. It was a boy no older than thirteen, his eyes still open and a massive red stain covering his shirt. She reached up to check his pulse and wasn’t surprised when she didn’t feel that familiar beat beneath her fingers. Farley looked at her expectantly, only to grimace when she shook her head solemnly. She closed the young boy's eyes before moving onto the next body. 

Another boy, with a spear sticking out of his chest. God, what happened here? Joan had to wonder as she rolled him onto his back so she could check his pulse. He was around her age, maybe a little older, with sandy blonde hair and built like a tree. He was handsome in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on. 

Two fingers on his carotid artery she prayed for a pulse, and she gasped when she felt a faint and slow throb where she assumed there would be nothing. 

“He’s alive!” she shouted, quickly grabbing her medical kit and taking a further assessment of the damage that had been done to his body as she cut away his shirt with her pair of medical shears. 

In the Maze, she had been the medic because somebody had to be, because she was the one unlucky enough to step in when someone hurt themselves the first time. Now it was a choice. A choice to help people in need every day that she loved to make. 

He had already bled out quite a bit, but the spear stopped the majority of the blood that was probably building up inside his chest cavity from escaping. He was going to need surgery if he was going to live, but she couldn’t just open him up right there, she didn’t have the equipment for that or the knowledge. From the discoloration of his face and the sweat on his brow, she could assume that he had been stung by one of the Grievers, so he was going to need serum as well. 

As she pulled on her gloves she ordered, “Farley, put pressure around the wound.” 

“You mean the spear?” The man built akin to a bear dropped down to the floor immediately, and put his hands on the boy’s chest. 

“He’ll live — “ she said, more to herself than anything else as she pulled out the one vile of serum she had brought with her, “As long as we get him back to base. He’ll live.” 

“Joanie,” Farley said softly, “We’re three days from base.” 

She had nearly forgotten. 

“Well, we’ll have to make due here then.” She looked up at Farley as she administered the serum, “Are you with me?” 

He looked at the young girl, unsure if he really wanted this total stranger’s life in his hands. He was a soldier, not a medic. But Joan couldn’t do this alone, and he didn’t want the kid to die either. So he agreed with a nod of his head. 

Joan, on the other hand, hadn’t even stopped to confirm with Farley. She knew she needed to act fast if this was going to work. After injecting him with a dose of morphine for the pain, though she highly doubted he would wake up for at least a few days, she pulled from her bag a scalpel, a ton of bandages, a chest tube, stitching needle, and fishing wire. 

She handed Farley a few of the bandages and picked up the scalpel. 

“On three you’re gonna take the spear out.” 

“I’m gonna what?” 

“One — “

“Wait, Joanie, I don’t think — “ 

“Two — “ 

“Oh, my God.” 

“Three.” 

Farley pulled the spear out of the boy’s chest with a grunt and threw it to the side as Joan quickly covered the gaping hole with bandages. 

“Put pressure on that. Pressure,” she said as she picked up the scalpel and the chest tube, “Now I have to make an incision between his fourth and fifth ribs in order to get the blood and extra air out of his lungs.” 

“What about his heart?” Farley asked, eyes trained on Joan’s steady hands as they drove the scalpel into the boy’s side. 

“If the spear had hit his heart he’d be dead.” She inserted the chest tube into the cut she had made and blood began to trickle out of it and onto the floor. 

“Now what do we do?” Farley asked. 

“We wait for the blood to stop. Then I can close the wound.” 

She was finishing the last stitch when the rest of the unit returned from the Maze without any newcomers in tow. 

“They’re all gone. Must have been taken to some other facility before we got here,” Beckett explained, his eyes locked on Joan at work, “What about the other one?” 

“Didn’t make it,” she replied as she tied off the last stitch on the cut she had made on his side. 

“Walter, Jameson — take him outside and bury him. He deserves at least that,” Beckett sighed, “What about this one?” 

“He might still live,” she answered as she began packing up her kit, looking up at Beckett with a near pleading look, “As long as we get him back to base as fast as we can so he can get some real treatment. This is a patch job at best. He needs to be opened up and I can’t — can’t do that.” 

“Right. Johnson, get the rescue board and load him into the truck. Joan, stay with him.” 

The three-day ride back to base was torturous, slow, and touch and go at best. Joan had to constantly monitor his heart rate and breathing, his bandages had to be replaced every few hours, and she was so terrified that he was going to die that she didn’t sleep the entire time. He had to live. She needed him to live. They had been through the same thing, had lived through the Maze and were free, and she wanted him to have that same chance she did. That same chance to finally live instead of survive. 

So she held his hand for three days straight, willing him to last just a little bit longer. 

As soon as they arrived back at base, the Last City looming over their heads, the boy from the Maze was rushed to the medical wing where an actual doctor could treat his wound. Joan followed dutifully behind him, her eyes blurred from lack of sleep and her hands shaky. The doctor told her to go get some rest as soon as he saw her, but she refused, saying that she needed to see this through to the very end. And so she sat in on the procedure to seal the wound on his lung and remove the rest of the fluids from his chest cavity. It was only when he was resting on a cot in the medical wing that she finally fell asleep. Laying in the spare cot she had pulled up next to his bed. 

He didn’t wake up for another four days. And all that time she stayed by his side. Checking his vitals, renewing his IV, replacing his bandages. She only left to eat and help with other patients. Everyone around base knew that it was not her sense of medical duty that kept her with the boy from the Maze, it was far more personal than that. It was the fact that they were one and the same, Joan and this stranger. They both were survivors, they were both immunes. There was no one else in the Right Arm who Joan could relate to, except the boy lying unconscious in the medical wing. 

It was bright and early on his fourth day after being brought to base that his eyes slowly peeled open, revealing blue eyes like the sky above. He, of course, immediately tried to sit up and possibly leave where he was lying, but Joan was there to force him back down with a gentle smile. 

“Hey, hey, hey, its okay! It’s okay! You’re safe now!” she assured him. Even in his weakened state, she had a hard time fighting back against his strength. 

“Safe? What the hell does that mean?” His voice was rough and harsh, it nearly made her flinch. 

“You’re out of the Maze — for one thing.” He finally stopped resisting her hands as he finally let her ease him back onto the cot, “And you’re no longer in WCKD’s hands. You’re with the Right Arm — you’re really free.” 

“Where’s the others?” 

“We don’t know.” She didn’t see the point in lying to him, he seemed like the kind that could tell that she was and would get the truth out of her one way or another, “You were the only one left when we got there.” 

“They left me there,” He whispered, his face contorting in pain as he rested his head back on the pillows. 

“What’s your name?” she asked. 

He glared at her for a moment, wondering if he could really trust her, but he seemed to resolve something to himself before he answered, “Gally.” 

“Nice to meet you, Gally. I’m Joan. Are you in pain?” Joan quickly stood up straight and rushed over to the medical supply cabinet by his cot, “I’ll give you a dose of morphine then we can check your vitals.” 

He didn’t say anything in return, only continued to stare up at the vaulted church ceilings of the Right Arm base. She gave him the dose through his IV line then grabbed her stethoscope to test his heart and lung function. Pressing the stethoscope to his still shirtless chest, she listened to his heart for a moment, the beat of it strong and healthy in her ears. 

“Your heart sounds good.” After helping him sit up against his pillow she moved the instrument to where his lungs would be in his chest cavity and instructed, “I need you to take a deep breath for me.” 

He complied after a moment, but seemed to struggle to take in as much air as he used to, his eyes going blurry for a moment before he let out the breath with a huff. He stared up at her calm face for a moment, taking in her soft features and the even softer look in her eyes before mumbling, “Why can’t I breathe?” 

“Do you want the long version or the short version?” she asked, but when he didn’t respond she rolled her eyes, “Long version it is then. You were stabbed with a spear. It missed your heart but tore up your left lung pretty bad. When we found you I patched you up as best I could — but it wasn’t till we got back here that the damage to your lung could be addressed.” 

“Can we switch to the short version now?” 

Joan grinned as she sat back down on the cot beside him, “Fine. In short, you only have one good lung.” 

“Joanie!” Beckett’s loud voice suddenly rang out through the nearly empty medical wing, “You were supposed to radio when the kid woke up!” 

“Sorry! Sorry! I just wanted to check his vitals first.” She scrambled from the cot, appearing nervous for the first time as she fiddled with the buttons on her long jacket, “Everything looks good. The wounds are healing nicely and his heart is strong.” 

“Thank you, Joanie, but I think the kid can speak for himself now. Go check on the other patients while I talk to him — alone.” Beckett rested his hands on the collar of his kevlar vest and watched in bemusement as Joan bristled before turning on her heel and heading across the room. He then looked down at the boy from the Maze, whose eyes remained focused on Joan even from across the room, “Name’s Beckett, second in command around here. What can we call you?” 

“Who’s she?” He ignored Beckett’s question, much to his annoyance. 

“She’s the girl who saved your life,” Beckett sighed, looking over his shoulder at Joan as she changed another patient’s bandages with a smile, “Didn’t sleep for three days to make sure you didn’t die.” 

“Why?” 

Beckett scooted the cot closer and took a seat before answering, “She’s like you. We saved her from a Maze nearly a year ago.” 

“What do you want with me?” 

“How ‘bout you answer one of my questions first,” Beckett said, “What’s your name, kid?” 

“Gally.” 

“Okay, Gally, you’re here because you have something that Lawrence wants. It’s why Joan’s here too, actually.” 

Gally glanced back over at Joan across the room. She had moved on to another patient. One she was talking animatedly with about something as she took their blood pressure. Why had he felt the need to look at her? He knew the answer but hated it just the same. He felt comfortable in her presence. The simple sight of her was familiar and kind in this place where he knew no one. He was left behind by everyone he could ever remember, yet she, a total stranger, stayed awake for three days straight so he wouldn’t die. As far as he was concerned, she was the only one he could trust in this place. 

“Who’s Lawrence? And what could we have that he could possibly want?” Gally looked back to Beckett with cold, hard eyes that even made the grown man feel a bit intimidated. 

“Lawrence is in charge around here — and you two have what a lot of people around here want. Immunity.” Beckett’s eyes turned dark, “Once you’re fit to move Lawrence wants to meet you.” 

Gally swallowed thickly, “The hell’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Listen, we’re not the bad guys, kid,” Beckett sighed, gaze back to normal as he stood from the cot, “The bad guys are the ones who kept you in that maze. We’re only trying to help.” 

“Sounds like you’re only trying to use me.” 

“You’ll feel differently when you meet him.” Beckett smirked as he gave Gally’s shoulder a pat, “See you when you’re better, kid. Bye, Joanie!” 

The blonde looked up from where she was cleaning a mess from the floor with a smile and wave to Beckett as he left. Once the mess was clean she went back to Gally with a clean shirt for him to put on. 

“Beckett’s a good guy, I promise.” She smiled nervously as she bunched the shirt at the collar to slip it over his head, “Once you get to know him, anyway.” 

“I don’t think I wanna get to know him.” Gally winced as he lent forward. 

Brows furrowed in contemplation, Joan sat down on the edge of his cot and gently put the shirt over his head and helped him to get his arms through the holes. He was strong, that much was for sure. But his body was also littered with scars. Most were old and faded to white, others were more recent and still pink. He was a boy torn apart and put back together again and again. And she could see that same tearing and breaking clouding his blue eyes. 

“Look. No one’s gonna make you stay here against your will. Not Beckett. Not even Lawrence. If you wanna leave, you have every right to. But I will say this about the Right Arm — they give you a chance to be a better person than you were in the Maze. A chance to make up for lost time. A chance to help. WCKD needs to be stopped — and the Right Arm are the only ones doing anything about it.” 

“Is that why you stayed? For a second chance?” 

Joan looked down at his hand thoughtfully before she took it. His hands were much larger than her own. And even though her hands were not Lilly soft, his were infinitely rougher. Fighter’s hands, maybe even builder’s hands. She could feel him tense when she touched him, but she refused to let go. Knowing just how important touch could be after the Maze. 

“I couldn’t save anyone in my Maze. Any of my friends. But here I’ve saved hundreds of people. Helped even more than that. Makes me feel like a human instead of…” 

“An animal?” Gally suggested with a tone of understanding he couldn’t fully comprehend. 

“Yeah. Exactly.” Joan smiled as she stood from his cot, “Now, get some rest, Gally. Big day tomorrow.” 

After helping him lay back down she turned to the cot she’d been sleeping on for the past four nights and gathered her things. A blanket she knitted herself. Her pillow. And a worn hardcover book. 

“You read?” Gally asked when he noticed the book held delicately in her hands. Almost like it was sacred. Almost as if he didn’t want her to leave him. 

“Yes. I love to read. Aren’t many books around anymore though. Most of them burnt up in the Scorch.” Joan looked down to the cover fondly, tracing her fingers over where the title used to be written in gold, “It’s the only one I’ve got. Bought it from a shady man closer to the city.” 

“What book is it?” 

“Little Women. I read from it every day.” 

Gally hesitated for a moment, questioning his motives as to why he wanted her to stay with him for just a little bit longer, but then he gave in and asked quietly, almost sheepishly, “Would you read it to me?” 

“Of course!” Joan immediately dropped back down to the cot and cracked open the book, “I was about halfway through — but I’ll start at the beginning.” 

“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug …

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