Threads of Hope | A Newt x Reader Story

The soft light of morning seeped through the cracks in the trees canopy, the familiar sounds of the Glade waking up all around us. But all I could focus on was the warmth of Newt's body pressed against mine, the steady rise and fall of his chest. I smiled, a content, peaceful feeling sweeping over me as I lay there, not wanting to move just yet.

Newt stirred beside me, his arm still draped over my waist. I could feel his breath on my skin, slow and steady, and for a few moments, neither of us spoke. The soft hum of the Maze opening outside filled the air, a reminder that the day was beginning, but for now, I was happy in the stillness of the morning, sharing this quiet moment with him.

Finally, Newt shifted, his hand sliding off my waist as he rubbed his face sleepily. He let out a groan of frustration at the sound of the Maze and pushed himself up with a heavy sigh. I sat up beside him, stretching and yawning.

"We should probably get going," he muttered, glancing over at me with a soft, sleepy smile. "But... for now, I'm glad we got this."

I smiled back, nodding. "Me too."

We both stood up slowly, gathering our things and slipping into our clothes, taking our time in the quiet, comfortable rhythm of getting ready. It was odd, the sense of normalcy that came with being with him, despite everything going on in the Glade.

Once we were ready, we made our way to the mess hall, the sounds of chatter and clanking dishes filling the air as we entered. Chuck spotted us almost immediately, his eyes lighting up in that familiar mischievous way.

"Hey, Newt," Chuck called out innocently, his tone lighthearted. "Where were you last night?"

I raised an eyebrow, glancing at Newt to gauge his reaction.

Chuck, seemingly oblivious to any tension, continued. "I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and saw your hammock was empty. Where'd you go? You sure you didn't sneak off somewhere?"

Newt's eyes flicked over to me for a split second before he turned back to Chuck, a small chuckle escaping his lips, though there was a hint of hesitation in his voice.

"I just—uh, got some fresh air, you know?" He cleared his throat. "Needed a bit of time to myself. Nothing to worry about."

Winston, sitting a little further down the table, shot Newt a teasing grin, then a glance at me, clearly enjoying the slight discomfort in the air. "Sure, Newt. You get some air, huh?" he said with a smirk.

"Knock it off," Newt shot back with a grin, trying to play it off, but I could tell there was a flicker of embarrassment in his eyes.

I chuckled softly, nudging Newt with my elbow. "It's not like you're the only one who sneaks out sometimes," I said, just to ease the tension a bit.

As we sat down and began eating, the noise of the Glade continued, people laughing and talking as the usual hustle and bustle unfolded around us. But then, out of nowhere, the ground beneath us began to tremble. The sounds of the Maze started to shift, the usual low rumbling growing louder, more insistent.

I stopped mid-bite, looking up in confusion. "What the hell is that?"

The noise grew stronger, the creaking of metal and stone echoing through the air. It felt like the ground itself was shaking under our feet.

"Everyone, stay back from the entrance!" Newt shouted, his voice rising above the chaos. "Everyone, get to the center of the Glade. Now!"

Panic rippled through the crowd, but there was also a sense of anticipation in the air. We all rushed toward the center of the Glade, eyes fixed on the opening as the earth continued to tremble beneath us.