SERIES DISCONTINUED :C
I wanted to write a Gally x reader story because Gally gets a lot of hate sometimes and he's underrated :/
Some of this will be my own little AU of what I believe are the sexualities of the characters, gender identities, inclu...
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. Liana Flores - Rises The Moon 🎵 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
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"This is where we eat, where we sleep, where we live. We call this place. The Glade." You slowly spin around with your arms out, Greenie following slowly with distrust as you refer to the entire place around you.
He's suspicious of everyone. Not wanting to go near anybody else but you. Hell, he doesn't even want to be near you but you're keeping your eyes on him so he can't just spin off in his own direction.
Which you assume, could be the doors. He's side eyed them at least twenty times now.
"So...all of this...this entire place here...is the Glade?" His voice is quiet like a mouse, but loud enough for you to hear without the tone being too timid. Hesitant to follow you, but the only one he can follow as he isn't given much choice to do anything else.
"Yeah." You tell him, lowering your arms down by your side. He looks around, observing everything for him to take it in. Bit by bit. Watching all the Glader's work. Busy with their lives as they come and go.
You don't think it's a wise idea to leave Greenie at all today, so you plan to stick by him as long as you can. Also, observe him in secrecy. He's suspiciously similar and curious.
Just. Like. You.
He looks at the moss-covered walls to the huts people wander in and out of to the people who roll the barrels to their desired locations. Hopefully, you get something useful out of this month's supply lot.
And something to stop your damn bleeding. You had the second cycle of it a month ago. You should get it this month at some point as well, not that you want to.
If the boys ever find out, well. Explaining it to them will be like telling them all the numbers of a math Pi.
"We make do with what we can, while we can." You inform him. "Grow food, build shelter, whatever we need. The Box will provide."
"The box?" He asks puzzled. You step over, turning him around with two steady hands to face the Box. That's in the middle of the Glade. You both watch warily side by side with different mindsets as some Glader's help bring out the remaining supplies. One of them rolling a blue barrel to the kitchen.
