My Boy - Gally x Reader

Chapter 6

As evening descended upon the glade, Y/N found herself drawn to the gathering excitement of the bonfire preparations. Having spent the day exploring the nooks and crannies of the glade, she felt a sense of camaraderie with the other gladers as they came together for the night's celebration.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the glade, Y/N noticed the gradual gathering of the gladers around the pile of wood set up for the bonfire. Their faces were lit with anticipation and excitement for the festivities ahead.

Joining the throng of gladers, Y/N stood beside Newt, feeling a sense of belonging amidst the crowd. Nearby, a few boys had ignited some sticks, their flames dancing brightly against the encroaching darkness.

With a spirited cheer, they tossed the flaming sticks onto the waiting pile of wood, igniting the bonfire in a roaring blaze. The flames leapt skyward, casting a warm glow over the faces of the gathered gladers.

A collective cheer erupted from the group as they celebrated the arrival of their new greenie, Y/N, into their community, a chorus of joy reverberating through the glade. The crackling bonfire became the centrepiece of their celebration, a beacon in the growing darkness.

Around the crackling flames, the gladers sang and danced, their laughter mingling with the scent of roasting food. They shared stories of past adventures, weaving tales of bravery and camaraderie as they revelled in the sense of belonging that permeated the air.

Amidst the festivities, Y/N and Newt found themselves seated on a log, watching the joyful chaos unfold before them. Newt offered Y/N a jar filled with a mysterious liquid, and with a curious glance, she accepted.

Taking a tentative sip, Y/N was immediately met with the fiery taste of homemade alcohol, its potency catching her off guard. She turned to Newt with a surprised expression, prompting him to chuckle softly.

"What is this?" Y/N asked, her voice laced with amusement.

Newt shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm not entirely sure," he admitted. "But Gally makes it."

Y/N chuckled at the revelation, shaking her head in amusement. "Well, whatever it is, it's definitely strong," she remarked, taking another sip. "But I like it."

Newt grinned in agreement, passing Y/N her own jar filled with the potent concoction. "Cheers," he said, raising his own jar and taking a sip. Y/N reciprocated, savouring the burning taste of alcohol as they joined the gathering around the bonfire. The atmosphere was lively, with laughter and conversation buzzing.

Newt, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, leaned towards Y/N. "Ready to meet everyone?"

She nodded, curious about the faces around her. As they strolled through the glade, Newt pointed out various gladers, sharing snippets about each one. They approached a group of boys, and Newt indicated a particular figure with a grin.

"That's Minho," he said, gesturing to the boy who chased her earlier today. He sat by the fire with a determined expression, surrounded by his friends. "He's the Keeper of the runners."

Y/N furrowed her brow. "Runners? What do they do?"

Newt chuckled at her curiosity. "Runners are the brave ones who go into the maze. They try to find a way out or map the place. Minho and his mates are responsible for that."

A spark lit up in Y/N's eyes. "I want to be a runner," she declared with determination.

Newt chuckled again, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, greenie, you gotta be chosen for that. It's a dangerous job."