Cursed Peace (Minho x Reader)

The last one ever

No ones Pov:
Everyone had given up hope. Their friends weren't coming back to them. They'd never see (Y/n's) smile again or hear Minho's jokes. It was madness to hope. But still Chuck waited.

The maze doors peeled open revealing the curly haired boy standing right in front of them. As soon as he could see inside he called back to the other gladers who had hung around to see if the 3 idiots would survive and bring back their commander.

"Guys! Get up!"

The small boy called to the others creating a gathering of the lost gladers friends. They had all stood waiting, since the early hours of the morning, for the doors to open. They all came running when they heard the boys call. The maze would soon reveal whether the 3 were worthy to survive its challenges. The doors had fully opened and there was no sign of their friends. Everyone's heads lowered in sadness whilst the small curly haired one looked frantically for them.

"Told you Chuck, they're not coming back."

With heavy hearts they all turned their backs to the maze. Chucks heart broke as he came to realise the one person who truly cared for him in the glade was never coming back. She was gone. The boys would never get to make fun of the greenie again, hear Minho's jokes again. They'd never get to hear (Y/n) laugh again. Zart turned to look back at Chuck, ready to take the boy back but something caught his eye. He froze and spun back to the maze walking back to Chuck.

"No way..."

Chuck searched for what Zart had seen and he found it. He broke into a giant smile.

"YEAH!"

Minho and Thomas rounded the corner with Alby being carried by the two with (Y/n) was at Minho's side. They struggled on forward with the weight of their night finally settling in. The girl had a slight limp and was holding her side with one arm but was still standing proudly as they slowly made their way out of the maze.

(Y/n's) Pov:
A heroes welcome was standing in front of her. She had survived the horrors again and this time she was able to walk out of the maze on her own two feet. Her friends were all cheering and jumping at the entrance, ecstatic that they had all returned to the glade in one piece. They were so close to getting out now and (Y/n's) eyes were scouring the crowd for one person in particular. But he wasn't there.

The 3 of them and the passed out Alby were finally out of the maze. It was done. They had lived. Minho and Thomas quickly passed the commander into the awaiting arms of the others relieving themselves of the deadweight. (Y/n) watched them collapse to the ground with Alby exhausted from carrying him around for several hours. She felt the same. Her knees were giving out and before she could fall in a heap on the floor she felt someone grab her arm and place it over their shoulders, aiding her in standing up. She looked to see the blonde haired second in command staring worriedly at her. (Y/n) knew she must have looked like she hadn't slept in a month and her face would be covered in dirt and sweat. As Newt wrapped his free arm around her waist she sucked in a quick breath from the pain the pressure brought.

"Hey, you alright?"

"Yea I'm fine just some slight bruising."

"I'm glad your back."

The two smiled at each other and turned their attention back to the boys who were huddled around Minho and Thomas. Clint was scanning over Alby and Chuck was clearly about to lose his mind from the excitement.

"You saw a griever?!"

His question was directed at (Y/n) but Thomas answered for her.

"Yea, I saw one."