My Boy - Gally x Reader

Chapter 7

As the night wore on, the bonfire slowly dwindled, casting a warm glow over the tired but content faces of the gladers. Laughter and chatter filled the air as they shared stories, played games, and sang songs around the fading flames. Y/N laughed, she danced, and she felt a sense of belonging she hadn't experienced in a long time.

With each game of Truth or Dare or round of Never Have I Ever, Y/N grew closer to the other gladers, learning more about their pasts and forging connections that would last a lifetime. She listened intently to their tales of adventure and survival, soaking in every detail with a mixture of awe and admiration.

As the bonfire's flames began to wane, signaling the end of the festivities, the gladers gradually dispersed. Some headed to their huts, while others found comfortable spots to lie beneath the open sky, still sharing tales and laughter in the fading light.

Y/N, Newt, Minho, Winston, Gally, and a few other boys lingered around the fading embers, reluctant to let the night come to an end.

They shared one last round of laughter and conversation, reminiscing about the evening's festivities and discussing plans for the days ahead. Despite the exhaustion tugging at their limbs, none of them were ready to say goodbye to the warmth and camaraderie of the bonfire just yet.

However, as yawns began to punctuate the conversation, the boys collectively decided it was time to call it a night. Y/N bid them all goodnight, exchanging nods and smiles before heading off with Gally back to his hut. The short walk back to the hut was filled with tired silence, the events of the evening still fresh in their minds.

The air was filled with the night's cool breeze, a stark contrast to the warmth of the bonfire. The flickering shadows danced across the glade, and a quiet settled over the encampment.

Upon reaching the sanctuary of Gally's humble abode, Y/N and Gally prepared for sleep. Y/N settled into her hammock with a sense of gratitude for the makeshift accommodations, while Gally claimed his own bed with a gruff sigh.

In the stillness of the night, with only the rustle of leaves outside the hut and the distant murmur of sleeping gladers, Y/N found herself unable to shake a lingering sense of guilt.

Softly, almost hesitantly, Y/N spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper, "Gally, I'm sorry... for beating you in the fight. I should have let you win."

Gally grumbled in annoyance, clearly not in the mood for conversation. With a frustrated sigh, he turned around in his bed, his back to Y/N, signaling an end to the conversation.

On the other side of the hut, Y/N shifted in her hammock, finding a position that offered some semblance of comfort and closing her eyes. The bonfire's crackling flames had long faded, leaving her in the quiet embrace of the night.

As the hours passed, an uneasy restlessness settled over Y/N. Tossing and turning in her hammock, she became ensnared in the clutches of a haunting nightmare. Soft whimpers escaped her lips, escalating into occasional cries that pierced the tranquility of the glade.

Gally, roused from his slumber, observed the scene with a mix of irritation and annoyance. At first, he tried to ignore it, but as her movements grew more restless and accompanied by muffled cries, Gally's irritation gave way to concern. He had grumbled and dismissed Y/N as trouble, but seeing her caught in the clutches of a nightmare invoked an unexpected empathy within him.

In the dim light filtering through the cracks of the hut, Gally watched silently as Y/N battled with her nightmares, her face contorted in anguish as she relived whatever horrors haunted her dreams. Gally, from his vantage point, watched in silence, his annoyance momentarily replaced by a glimmer of sympathy.