My Boy - Gally x Reader

Chapter 13

3 months in the glade

Life in the glade settled into a familiar rhythm, with the new Greenie gradually finding his place among the others. Y/N, dedicated to her role as a builder, worked alongside her fellow gladers, contributing her strength and skill to their communal efforts.

During her downtime, Y/N discovered a passion for baking, often spending time with Fry in the kitchen, experimenting with different recipes and concocting delicious treats for the gladers. Her cookies, in particular, became a favorite among the gladers, who eagerly requested them on numerous occasions.

As Y/N and Newt continued to spend time together, their bond as siblings grew stronger with each passing day. They shared stories from their past, reliving cherished memories and forging new ones in the glade. Despite their closeness, Y/N kept her painful past as an experiment subject hidden from Newt, unwilling to burden him with the weight of her trauma.

Night after night, Y/N found herself tormented by nightmares, the memories of her past plaguing her sleep. The watchtower became her refuge during these sleepless nights, a solitary space where she sought solace under the star-lit sky.

Surprisingly, Y/N's company wasn't always her own during these nighttime vigils. Gally, too, struggled with restlessness, haunted by his own demons. Silent nods of acknowledgment evolved into a silent agreement to share the watchtower during their sleepless nights. Y/N brought with her the treats she baked that day and a blanket, creating a small haven amidst the towering walls of the glade.

The watchtower became a sanctuary where spoken words were optional, and silence held its own kind of comfort. On some nights, stories were exchanged, bridging the gap between the two despite the hostility that remained during the day.

However, the fragile truce they found in the watchtower crumbled with the arrival of daylight. Gally reverted to his abrasive self, resuming the hateful behavior he directed at Y/N during their waking hours. The night's camaraderie remained a secret, a shared respite that existed only under the cloak of darkness.

As Y/N navigated the complexities of her existence in the glade, she found solace in the silent companionship of the watchtower, a place where nightmares and the weight of the past were momentarily lifted by the shared silence with Gally.

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The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the glade as Y/N and Gally worked side by side on repairing the roof of the council hall. The rhythmic pounding of the hammers echoed through the air as they focused on the task at hand.

Y/N glanced over at Gally, her brows furrowing in thought. The camaraderie they shared during their nightly vigils in the watchtower was in stark contrast to the hostility she faced from him during the day. Determined to understand the contradiction, she decided to broach the subject.

"Gally," Y/N began tentatively, "I've been meaning to ask you something."

Gally grunted in acknowledgment but continued hammering, not looking up from his work.

"Why do you switch to being so mean during the day?" Y/N inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Gally paused in his work, glancing at Y/N with a furrowed brow. "What are you talking about, Shank? I'm always the same."

"No, you're not," Y/N countered, a touch of frustration in her voice. "At night, in the watchtower, you're different. You're civil, almost like we're friends. But during the day, you act like you hate me."

Gally's grip on his hammer tightened, his jaw clenched as he struggled to find a response. He knew exactly what Y/N was referring to, but admitting it meant acknowledging something he wasn't ready to confront – his growing feelings for her.