Multifandom One-shots

29. Love Story Under the Maze's Stars - Newt x reader (The Maze Runner)

AN: This chapter contains romantic and intimate scenes between characters at the end of the story. Reader discretion is advised.

In the heart of the Glade, surrounded by towering stone walls and the ever-present Maze, a bond had formed between me and Newt. Our days were spent surviving the challenges thrown at us, but in the quiet moments between the chaos, something more profound blossomed.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the towering walls, casting long shadows across the Glade, I found myself sitting on the edge of the Homestead, gazing out at the boys I now call family.

My heart was heavy with the weight of the unknown, I felt a familiar presence beside me. Newt, the unwavering pillar of the Glade, had silently joined me, sharing the burden of the looming uncertainties. We sat together, the creaking sounds of the Homestead settling into the night forming a backdrop to our unspoken connection.

In the midst of the silence, Newt's voice cut through the stillness. "You alright, love?"

His remarks were simple and well-repeated, yet they made me blush; the tips of my ears slightly crimson. I turned to him, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. I couldn't help but get lost in the depth of his brown eyes, a warmth that felt like a sanctuary amid the uncertainties of the maze. "Just thinking, I suppose."

A gentle breeze swept through the Glade, carrying with it the scent of earth and the distant rustle of leaves. In that moment, the world beyond the walls seemed both mysterious and irrelevant. It was just Newt and me, bound by the unspoken understanding of our shared struggles.

"We all have our moments of contemplation, love," he said, his voice a soothing melody in the quietude. "It's part of this life we've been thrust into, ain't it?"

I nodded in agreement, grateful for his understanding. The maze had brought us together and forged bonds that transcended our shared struggles. It was a connection born out of survival, yet it evolved into something deeper—a silent camaraderie that needed no words.

Newt leaned back, his shoulder lightly brushing against mine, and his hand found mine. His touch, gentle yet firm, grounded me in the reality of the Glade.

His thumb traced soothing circles on the back of my hand as we sat side by side, watching the stars emerge in the darkening sky. The ever-present hum of the Maze seemed distant, eclipsed by the quiet connection we shared.

As the first stars appeared overhead, Newt's gaze shifted from the sky to me, and a tender smile played on his lips. "You know, in this place, under these stars, there's a sort of magic, isn't there?"

I followed his gaze, captivated by the celestial display above. The vastness of the night sky seemed to cradle us, offering a momentary escape from the challenges of the Maze. "Yeah, it's one of the things I love the most about this death trap." I replied, my eyes reflecting the glimmering stars.

Newt's smile widened at my candid remark. He chuckled softly, his thumb still tracing soothing circles on the back of my hand. "A death trap, huh?" he said, amusement lacing his words, his British accent clearly noticeable, before continuing. "Well, can't argue with that. It's a bloody maze filled with unpredictable Grievers, and here we are, finding magic under the stars."

As the stars painted the night sky above, Newt and I continued to sit in companionable silence, the soothing sounds of the Glade enveloping us. The rhythmic chirping of insects and the distant rustle of leaves provided a backdrop for our thoughts.

After a while, I turned to Newt, a soft grin playing on my lips. "You know what makes this place feel less like a death trap?" I inquired, absently nibbling on the bottom of my lip.