The Death Cure Trials (TMR Love Triangle)

Eight - The Scorch Trials

a/n: this is your smut TW! if smut makes u uncomfy pls skip this chapter or stop reading halfway through <3 this is my first attempt at smut so pls feel free to laugh omg .. prepare for second hand embarrassment at the end

"You see these shackles, baby I'm your slave. I'll let you whip me if I misbehave."

Penelope

When Harriet let us out of the truck, we all seemed to climb out of it one by one, starting with Fry and ending with Minho. The smell of rice water and sand dunes took over my sense of smell once again, a scent I recognised as the Right Arm camp, which wasn't necessarily pleasant but still offered some sort of home or refuge.

I remove my backpack from my shoulders, sweating slightly after the long day, and stuff my axe deep into it so it doesn't have to hang off of my aching back any longer than it already has. Frypan eased his way over to me after I did, looking towards me. "I can't imagine you actually using that kind of weapon, y'know?" He smiled at me, a gentle smile that radiated kindness and a feeling of coming home, something it was easy to associate with those like Frypan. "You've changed a lot." And then Fry smiled at me, as though he had said everything yet nothing at all, with only good intentions.

A small smile took over my lips as he turned away to take in the appearance of the new camp we had set up. In all honesty, it looked amazing considering we had only been here for a short amount of time, and I know that Gally would love it if he could see it right now.

We all fall into line with Sonya, Ophelia and Harriet as us four girls lead the group of gladers, plus a man and a girl I hadn't yet seen, through the camp. "We've been planning this for over a year now, moving back and forth between locations, this is all for us."

"You guys are lucky you found us when you did," Sonya began, "We only just moved in here at first light..where's Vince?" At the mentioning of Vince's name, I heard some shuffling and yelling from across a couple meters, and one of the men directed us in a general direction.

"Who's Vince?" Thomas slung his arm around my shoulder, gently moving me away from where I was walking between Sonya and Newt to be nuzzling the side of his body. "He's the one who decides if you guys are good enough to stay." I speak out now, a small nervous feeling gnawing away at me. I don't see why Vince would reject the boys; I had escaped the maze when Vince helped me, so I don't see why he wouldn't help the gladers if they're in the same boat as me.

"I thought the Right Arm was supposed to be an army?" Perhaps it was Minho who spoke out, I wasn't necessarily listening, but he was shortly interrupted by the booming sound of Vince's voice among the crowd.

"Yeah, we were, this is all that's left of us." He began to approach us now, a small smile coating my face as he got closer, nodding in our general direction as a form of greeting. "A lot of good people died getting us this far..who are they?" Vince directed his question to us, so I quickly began speaking.