Multifandom One-shots

43. Jealous Flames - Newt x male reader (The Maze Runner)

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

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The bonfire flickered and danced, casting shadows across the faces of the Gladers in the heart of the Glade. Beside me, Newt and I sat, our camaraderie forged through countless trials in the Maze. Laughter, chatter, and the comforting warmth of the flames filled the air.

Tonight was different. A Greenie, Thomas, had arrived, bringing an unexpected shift to the Glade's dynamics. Unease settled within me as I noticed the subtle glances and shared moments between Newt and Thomas.

And before I could react, my mind betrayed me, conjuring vivid scenarios of the two of them. In my imagination, they began to flirt, with Thomas's hand casually finding its way to Newt's arm or leg. The mere thought of them bonding and, in an agonizing twist, confessing their feelings for each other played out in my mind like a haunting reel.

I attempted to collect myself with deep breaths, but each inhale only seemed to fan the flames of my unease. The unsettling feeling took root and spread like wildfire within me. It felt as though the emotion had corrupted my entire body, leaving me paralyzed as I stared into the flickering flames.

No longer able to think straight; the only image that dominated my mind was Newt. At first, it made me calm, but that feeling soon left as Thomas began emerging into the picture of Newt smiling. Instead of smiling at me, Newt turned himself toward Thomas and began laughing at something he said.

At first, I tried to shake off the intrusive thoughts, convincing myself that it was just my imagination running wild. I focused on the warmth of the fire, the laughter of the Gladers—anything to distract myself. Newt's presence, once a source of comfort, now became a source of turmoil as I struggled to push away the vivid images that my mind insisted on conjuring.

I leaned back, my eyes fixed on the shifting shadows, trying to escape the consuming thoughts. The unease persisted, growing into a knot in my stomach. The more I tried to calm myself, the more vivid the images became, and the more I felt a rising sense of jealousy.

My heart raced as I imagined Newt laughing at something Thomas said, the camaraderie we shared seemingly fading away. The mere possibility of Newt finding comfort in someone else's presence gnawed at me. It became unbearable, and I found myself lost in the swirl of emotions, desperately wishing for the unease to subside.

The unease transformed into a gnawing jealousy that clung to me like a shadow. The flames that had once been a source of warmth now mirrored the burning sensation within me—a turmoil of emotions that refused to be extinguished.

As I sat there, consumed by the fire's warmth but tormented by the flames of jealousy, I felt an overwhelming urge to distance myself from the heart of the Glade. The camaraderie that once brought comfort has become a source of anguish. I rose silently, my eyes fixed on the ground, avoiding the laughter and shadows that seemed to mock me.

The distant crunch of gravel beneath my boots echoed my internal turmoil as I wandered towards the outskirts of the Glade. The towering walls loomed overhead, casting elongated shadows that mirrored the stretching tendrils of jealousy within me.

My footsteps took me to the Deadheads, a place that offered solitude but provided no escape from the turmoil in my mind. Leaning against the cool stone walls, I grappled with the intensity of my emotions, yearning for a reprieve from the vivid images that haunted me.

Minutes felt like hours, and the night deepened as I lost myself in contemplation. It wasn't until I heard the subtle rustle of footsteps that I realized Newt had followed me into the shadows. His presence was both a comfort and a challenge, an enigma that left me torn between seeking solace and confronting the source of my distress.