Prologue

Prologue

AUTHOR TALKS: This is my first Klaus Mikaelson fic!! Let me know any suggestions you guys have and if you guys enjoyed it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. ❤❤

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There is nothing more permanent in this world than Death, a terrifying concept that many people overlook till it is their time to leave the life they had so painfully created. Yet Death would continue to take its toll and paving way for newer generations, whose life it shall eventually consume. It was after all the Grim Reaper's job. 

The Grim Reaper, is all but Death personified, responsible for the collection of souls, often represented as a hooded-scythe carrying creature. But here the Reaper is nothing like the stories we have heard in our childhood, ones that mothers used to tell their children to scare them to sleep, people who had been unfortunate enough to witness her always thought that she was beauty in itself, this prevented them from suspecting that she was there to end them in the most gruesome way one had ever seen.

She was The Reaper to HYDRA; nothing but a pawn in their game. Someone who could kill whoever they wanted, whenever they desired.

Arianna Orlova had been under HYDRA'S captivity for ages, making them believe that she was their puppet, bidding her time. Waiting for an opportunity to strike back at her creators. It hadn't been easy considering the tight leash they had on her. But they could do only so much to keep the monster they had created under their control.

She waited patiently as the snow covered the ground followed by the rays of sun burning her skin, if there was one thing she had learned in the duration of her time with HYDRA was patience. She was like a snake waiting for its prey to let its guard down to strike and win its meal.

And after 70 years of experiencing nothing but torture, death and pain her time had finally come, she let the monster that they had created loose and enjoyed the look of fear in their eyes just as the light in them faded to oblivion, she escaped their clutches and made sure to let the world know that the infamous Reaper was dead.

Arya Prince as she now called herself, was sitting on the terrace of an old building in New York, over looking and trying to get lost within the loud noises of the city that never sleeps. It had been a peaceful day well, as far as a SHIELD agent is considered.

After cleaning the mess created by an Asgardian God, all she wanted to do was to have a night of dream less sleep which apparently was too much to ask for.

Nightmares plagued her sleep leading the assassin to sit on the rooftop nursing her rare bottle of beer, a streak that she enjoys only when her mission is completed.

The solitude was broken quite rudely by the blaring of her phone. She sighs and sets her bottle down, she knows that if someone was calling on her phone it meant, it had to be important as only a handful of people knew her number.

She sported a rare smile seeing the the contact ID. "Well, Well if it isn't my favorite suited Original? How may this lowly peasant be of help my Lord?" "Aari I need your help regarding my brother." Hearing him so worried, she instantly understood the gravity of the situation. "Let me guess, your brother found the doppelgänger." She had heard rumors of the doppelgänger through her many contacts. "Not quite, I found information that she is currently in Mystic Falls and I am headed that way, I would like to know if you would accompany me."

"I would love to Eli, send me your location." "I shall be waiting for your company." Finishing her drink, she picked up her helmet, "Well I guess Mystic falls here I come."

Little did she know how this one trip to Mystic Falls would change her life forever.

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hiii could you maybe do a minho x fem reader where like reader was the first in the glade and then she like helps him adjust when he comes out of the box?? i love ur work so so much thank u :)💗💗

to bet on losing dogs - m.

pairing: minho x fem! reader

summary: the newest greenie isn’t as tough as he seems.

word count: 5,216

tw: violence, grievers, all sorts of dystopian shit. talk of death.

a/n: i’ve recently plummeted back into a raging maze runner hyper fixation so i’m so happy you requested this. anon! which is good because there is literally zero minho content on this god forsaken app. i will take a stand and make a change. btw, the gif is not mine <3

YOU WERE THE FIRST GLADER. Ever. You woke up within the box, the screeching sound of metal grating against metal piercing your eardrums until they bled, your mouth dry as though someone had stuffed it full of fresh cotton. There was only a single rational thought within your blank slate of a mind, the unanswered question of self-concept Who am I? bouncing around the empty walls of your brain.

By the time you had reached the end of the caged elevator’s journey, the tears were rolling down your face like wet ink staining a canvas, blotting your forest green shirt with specks of salty confusion. The brilliance of the sun’s rays stung the lens of your eyes when the traps of the box opened, the warmth soothing your trembling limbs like a soft blanket on a winter’s day.

The packages of supplies labeled W.C.K.D. only bewildered you further, but without a soul to answer your endless questions, you were stuck to fend for yourself with what they had oh-so-greatly gifted you. You remembered your name by the end of your first day: Y/N. It felt familiar on your tongue, but it translated like a foreign language to your brain, as though it weren’t real.

In your first two weeks in the Glade, you had been able to build a very small hut for yourself, and despite its rickety foundations, it managed to keep you sheltered from the heinous growls that echoed from the other side of the mysterious walls. You strengthened its base as the days went on, and by the end of the month, you had built yourself a home.

Alby was second to arrive in the box. Its alarm had startled you like no other, the penetrating ringing reverberating off the walls of the glade and breaking you out of whatever activity you had been distracting yourself with. You were met with a thousand questions overflowing off of his tongue, and you were nervous to reply with I don’t know to majority of them, guilty you couldn’t sooth his anxiety.

One by one, the Glade began to grow. Every month a new Greenie (as you and Alby had nicknamed) was welcomed into the Glade and every month you were greeted with boys who turned to you to soothe their emotional damage. Didn’t they know you had no more to say than Alby? Or Nick, the third to arrive?

The Maze had not been explored much. You and Alby had taken a trip within it on his fourth day in the Glade, but at the sound of the Grievers within, you both had fled. It wasn’t until Nick showed up that the pair of you ran it’s path only once before rushing back to the Glade. You, Nick, Alby and George (another Glader) ran the Maze majority of the time, but after George was stung by a Griever, he turned violent and behaved strangely. In the end, you were forced to banish him for attacking another Glader.

The next Glader to arrive was a boy who stood a foot or so above you, long legs and arms curled up to his chest when the doors of the box revealed him to the Glade. Dusty blond hair covering his forehead, he had gotten to his feet and stared at you all, bewildered. He remembered his name right of the bat (Newt), but seemed to have a difficult time accepting the idea of being stuck in the Glade. You often worried for him.

Newt became your partner for the Maze. Nick preferred to run alone, claiming he could remember better when he could focus solely on the Maze, but you and Newt had decided it was a safer bet to stick together. Newt had a drive to solve the Maze that you had only recognized within yourself, but you often worried for him; he’d spend hours at a time mapping the Maze over and over and over. You grew, however, to love him.

The next boy to arrive had the most subdued reaction to the glade. You and the other boys stared down at him from the edge of the box, watching as he blocked the sun with his palm and stared up at you all like a cub lost from his pack. Alby had nudged you with his elbow, and you sent him a look before lowering yourself into the box.

“Hi,” you said carefully, holding your hands partially lifted at your sides to show you were no threat to him. He slowly got to his feet, staring at you oddly. “You okay?”

He blinked, jet black hair sticking up every which way, his chest heaving up down, but his breath remained silent as though he were trying to hide his fear from you. When he said nothing, you inched closer and said, “This is the Glade. C’mon, let’s get out of the box—”

“Where am I?” he croaked, his voice torn. He had a very smooth voice despite the shakiness it held from his fear; his tone was leveled, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not hide the hidden specks of panic that laced it. You had heard it too many times to miss. “Who... who are you?”

“Y/N,” you replied simply, holding out your hand. He eyed it unsurely. “I promise, we’ll explain as much as we can. But... let’s get out of the box, okay?”

“Where am I?” he said again, clenching his honed jaw. “Where did... how did I get here?”

“We all got here from the box. It’s okay,” you softly said. “Your name’ll come to you in a bit, I promise. Happens to all of us.”

“Minho,” he muttered. You blinked. “My name. It’s Minho.”

“Good to meet you, Minho,” you grinned, extended your hand again. “Let’s get out of this shuck box, ‘kay?”

He stared at your hand, dark eyes flickering between it and your gentle face. You watched him take a deep, steadying inhale, letting the oxygen flood his lungs. Without a word, he took your hand and let you guide him out.

In his first few days in the Glade, Minho was what you might describe as stone-faced. The small bonfire you held for him was filled with flutters of chatter coming from the other boys and you, but he sat silently amongst the crowd, staring into the flames. He seemed to have no interest in speaking to the others, and he had only said a few words to you before falling silent again.

“What d’you think his deal is?” Newt had asked. You shrugged, unable to find an answer.

“Hard time adjusting, maybe?” you said unsurely. Newt shrugged his shoulders too and said nothing. There was nothing more to say, anyway.

You and Nick gave Minho the full tour, and he silently tested out all of the jobs you and the others had formed. It took a lot to keep things going with so few of you, but everyone adjusted rather quickly to life in the Glade. Minho, however, seemed unsatisfied with all his jobs, and continuously appeared unsettled by his very presence in the maze.

On his third night in the Glade, on your way to your room from the showers, you spotted Minho crouched on the outside of his room. There were so little Gladers that each one had their own little shack, with a cot and blankets, as well as makeshift desks and wardrobes. Minho sat beside the closed door of his, one knee drawn up to his chest, drawing in the dirt with a small stick.

You halted when you approached his shack and nudged his extended foot with your own. He tilted his head up to stare up at you, eyes glassy and overtired. You pursed your lips in a half-smile and quietly greeted, “Hi.”

“Hey,” he muttered, lowering his chin and returning to drawing in the dirt. Your half-smile turned into a half-frown at his defeated expression. Tilting your head to the side like a confused dog, you crouched down in front of him.

“What’s up?” you asked. He shrugged. Sighing, you took a seat beside him, the plush grass cushioning you. “You doin’ okay?”

“I guess,” he said half-heartedly. “Just tired.”

“Hm,” you nodded. “Nothin’ else goin’ on? You don’t have to talk, but... gotta make sure my Gladers are okay!”

You had hoped to crack some kind of smile from him at this, but he only pursed his lips and bowed his head more, resting his chin on his bent knee. He gave a heavy sigh before asking, “How long have you been here?”

“About six or seven months, give or take,” you answered. Minho shook his head in disbelief.

“Seven months,” he ran a hand through his hair, grasping at his scalp. “Seven months...”

“S’not so bad,” you shrugged. “I mean, yeah, it... it shuckin’ sucks. But there’s some good moments. You just gotta look for ‘em. Getting to know the other Gladers helps, y’know.”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “I just gotta adjust. Shit’s crazy.”

“Hey, language!”

He gave you an incredulous look, lips twitching up. “For real?”

“Yeah,” you grinned. “Can’t have you shanks using foul language.”

“I — you just called me a ‘shank’!”

“That’s different.”

“Is it?”

“Who’s in charge?” you asked rhetorically. Minho pursed his lips and said nothing, sending you a look. “Yeah, I thought so.”

And then, finally, Minho cracked a grin. He shook his head and said, “Didn’t know this place had a dictatorship.”

“Yeah, you shanks should be calling me General Y/N.”

Minho scoffed, his eyes bright as he looked at you. “Yeah, right.”

By the end of his first week, Minho shed a few of the layers he had worn in his first few days. You caught more and more glimpses of his true personality as he adjusted, smiles and jokes becoming more frequent until they seemed to be the only things that left his lips.

For his first two weeks in the Glade, Minho worked as a Builder. He didn’t prefer to work with Gally, whom he had declared as ‘a shank’ (he was catching onto Glader slang, finally!), but it was the job he felt he could manage whilst doing an adequate job. Regardless, you could tell he was unhappy.

One morning, just as the sun woke up from where it rested behind the metal walls of the maze, you caught Minho staring at the closed doors that governed the Glade. He wore a pair of too-big sweatpants and a simple blue shirt, his hands slumped into his pockets and his eyes flickering over the ivy that traced the edges of the walls.

Fixing the harness over your shoulders that strapped your pack and pocket knives to you, you sauntered over to stand beside him. He didn’t turn to face you, however you caught his eyes drift over to side-eye you various times as you stood wordlessly beside him.

“What’s it like?” he asked after a prolonged moment. “In the Maze?”

“Hm,” you buckled your harness and sit into your hip, crossing your arms over your chest. You saw Minho’s eyes flicker to the knives strapped to your shoulders before moving back to the walls. “Scary. Confusing. But... mostly scary.”

“Are you... are you guys close to finding anything?”

You pursed your lips. “I hope.”

Minho frowned and lowered his eyes from the Maze walls to the grass by his feet, where blades of green curled over the fabric of his dirty sneakers. His eyes flickered back to you again, before he turned his head to you and said firmly, “I want to be a Runner.”

You did a double-take at him, brows raised. “No.”

He furrowed his brow. “What? Why?”

“Because, you’re a shuckin’ Greenbean,” you said matter-of-factly. “No way you’re goin’ in the Maze.”

“I don’t like the other jobs. This is the only job I want to do!” Minho tried to reason, his voice becoming frantic. You were still thunderstruck by his first statement. “C’mon, Y/N, please. Gimme a chance.”

“No,” you shook your head. “Minho, you’re doing fine as a builder, I don’t see why—”

“Because I want to fucking get out of this place!” Minho fired, his fists clenching and his cheeks turning a dusty red. You blinked at his outburst, and he paused before softly continuing with, “I’m goin’ crazy, Y/N. I can’t just sit here and build shit while I know there’s a solution to the shuckin’ Maze somewhere out there.”

“Minho...”

“Please,” he was begging at this point, his voice cracked and his face desperate, “I need to do something.”

“Let me be honest with you, Minho,” you told him carefully. “We’re betting on losing dogs out there. We’ve been running that Maze for seven months and haven’t find so much as a clue to how to get out.”

“Let me help,” Minho breathed, stepping so close to you that you were sure he was about to drop to his knees and grasp at your legs. You pursed your lips. His brows tilted upwards in desperation, his black hair a wild mess and his olive skin dewy from sleep. “C’mon, Y/N. You know that I can help. You know how good my memory is. I’ll spend hours making maps of that shuck Maze, I swear it—”

“Fine,” you muttered. Minho fell silent. “I’ll talk to Newt and Nick. See what they think.”

“Thank you—!”

“This doesn’t mean you’re gonna be a Runner,” you lifted a finger. “I only said I’d talk to them.”

“Works for me,” Minho sighed in relief, crossing his arms over his chest and staring up at the metal walls that towered over the pair of you. With a great rumble, the two walls began to steadily separate, the ivy at its edges rustling from it’s force.

Turning your head, you spotted Nick and Newt approaching the opening walls, both clad in their full running gear. You could see Minho staring at the interior of the Maze with a time of expression you only recognized as eagerness. You tenderly placed a hand on his upper arm and gave him a look.

“I’ll talk to them about it,” you told him pointedly. He nodded, however you watched his eyes dart between where your hand was on his bicep and your eyes. He gulped. “But... you should probably get to building, yeah?”

Minho pursed his lips but nodded nonetheless. “Okay.”

“Good that,” you smiled and turned to face Newt and Nick, unaware of the pink petals that had bloomed on Minho’s cheeks and the red tinge on the tips of his ears. “Morning.”

Nick yawned an incoherent greeting.

“Too ruddy tired for this,” Newt muttered, rubbing his eyes childishly. “What are you two shanks doing at the doors this early?”

Minho and you shared a glance. Newt furrowed his brows.

“Just talking,” you said.

“Hm,” Nick rose an eyebrow at Newt, who only pursed his lips and pretended not to be paying attention, staring at the walls. “Okay. Well. It’s running time.”

“I know,” you crossed your arms over your chest, narrowing your eyes at them. “I’ve been here. So technically you shanks were late.”

“On time, actually,” Newt checked his watch. You rolled your e/c eyes.

“Whatever,” you said dismissively. “Let’s just go. See you, Minho.”

"Bye,” Minho gave a half-hearted wave, watching the three of you jog out into the maze. He watched your figure disappear behind the ivy-coated walls, resisting from running out and following at your heels. With a heavy exhale, he turned and tiredly made his way towards the other side of the Glade. He didn’t feel like dealing with an angry Gally today, anyway.

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BY THE END OF THE SECOND YEAR in the Glade, Minho had become your partner as an official Runner. After Newt’s ankle was injured (neither he nor Minho hadn’t told you the details of what happened and you didn’t pry), Minho stepped up, the responsibility falling onto his shoulders. You missed Newt’s company, but you enjoyed the time spent with Minho. He seemed to enjoy it, too.

“New Greenie today, huh?” Minho said when the pair of you ran back into the Maze, your running slowing to a walk as you reentered the small society. You hummed, lifting a hand to wave over at Newt, who stood at the edge of the gardens.

“Yup,” you sighed, the heavy pants from sprinting coming to a standstill. “Remember when you were a Greenbean?”

Minho rolled his eyes, lips twitching up as the pair of you made your way towards the gardens to meet Newt, who was leaning against one of the garden posts, arms crossed over his chest. He lifted his hand up to wave. 

“Yeah.”

“You were all moody,” you teased, to which he began to shake his head in denial. “Oh, you totally were. Moping around the whole shuckin’ Glade—”

“I didn’t mope—”

“You so did!” you laughed, bumping your shoulder with his. A heavy blush coating his face, Minho grinned and avoided your eyes. “You sulked at like every single bonfire. Didn’t he, Newt?”

“Didn’t he, what?” Newt asked once he was in earshot, grinning. “Brood every where he went?”

You and Newt laughed to which Minho who narrowed his eyes in a playful glare at the both of you.

“Shanks,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“It’s okay, we love you anyways,” you teased, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and , and Minho casted his eyes to the side, a cherry red blooming across the apples of his cheeks; he whipped his head to the side to get his hair out of his face, and when he finally glanced back up, he was met with a curious glance from Newt. Minho gulped and glanced back down.

“You go on, Y/N,” Newt called after the three of you had crossed the other side of the Glade, headed towards where Frypan was cooking up dinner. “Save us a seat, yeah?”

“O...kay?” you said slowly, walking backwards and staring at the pair of them oddly. Newt seemed calm, but Minho’s eyes were casted downwards as though to avoid you at all costs. Brows twitching downwards, you shrugged and turned back around, heading the other direction. Minho watched you disappear, eyes following you as your figure became smaller and smaller in the distance.

“Mate,” Newt snapped his fingers in front of his face. “Want to tell me what that’s about?”

“What what’s about?” Minho gave him a look. “What’re you talking ‘bout?”

“What am I talking about? You tell me, Minho,” Newt crossed his arms. Minho mimicked him, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning into his hip as though to mock him. Newt huffed. “Your face is still bright red, y’know.”

Minho’s gaze faltered; he gulped and dropped his arms. “I was just sprinting around the Maze, you shank, of course my face is gonna be red.”

“You’ve been back for a good, long while now...” Newt drawled. “I’m pretty sure it would’ve gone away by now.”

Minho’s mouth opened and closed wordlessly as though searching for another excuse, and Newt only watched with an all-knowing expression, as though he had already read Minho’s mind and was just waiting for him to crack.

“What do you want me to tell you, Newt?” Minho threw his arms up and began to walk off towards Frypan’s. Newt followed tiredly. “I mean, really. You tryna get some kind of information outta me?”

“I dunno, Minho,” he hummed, the wind blowing his blonde hair off his forehead. “D’you have somethin’ to hide?”

“What could I possibly be hiding?” Minho murmured. Newt let out a laugh.

“Gee, I wonder,” he sassed. “Maybe that you like Y/N.”

“‘Course I like Y/N,” Minho muttered. “Everybody likes Y/N.”

“C’mon,” Newt nudged his shoulder. “Quit beating around the bush and just admit you’ve got a crush on her.”

“I do not!” Minho said hastily. Newt rolled his eyes. “Really, I don’t!”

“Okay,” Newt shrugged, a funny look on his face. “Suit yourself.”

Minho said nothing more as they opened the door to where they were having dinner, pointedly brushing by Newt as he went to grab a bite to eat from Frypan. When he brought his food down to the table, he realized Newt was sitting in the spot beside you that he usually occupied. Sending him a subtle glare, Minho sat across from them.

“You good?” you asked him, your mouth partially stuffed with food. He pursed his lips in a smile and nodded his head. 

“Yeah,” he told you. Newt, after sending Minho a glance, then leaned over and whispered something into your ear. Minho watched your face change as you listened; he tightened his fist around his fork. 

“Slim it,” you giggled (since when did you giggle?), a tinge of pink brushing over your face. Newt pulled away, smirking, and sent another look at Minho, who only clenched his jaw. Unbeknownst to Minho, you had been sending fleeting looks over at him as though afraid of being caught. Your blush had lingered the entire meal.

Newt continued his outwardly flirtatious behavior with you throughout the entire meal; to the others, it seemed the pair of you were getting pretty comfortable, however every whisper and gesture had something to do with Minho. Your face was a scarlet red by the end of dinner, and Minho had accidentally broken two wooden forks from how hard he was clenching his fists.

“Go talk to her,” Newt shoved his shoulder against Minho’s when they stood up to put their trays back near Frypan’s station. You were sitting at the table still, knee up on one bench, laughing gleefully at something Winston said. Minho said nothing in response to Newt for a moment, simply watching you; your eyes trickled across the room and met his for a moment, your smile lingering. “Don’t be a shank.”

“Slim it,” Minho muttered, shaking out his wrists at his sides. “I don’t even want to talk to you right now.”

“Well, that’s what happens when you wait,” Newt laughed. “Quit waiting.”

“You’re a real shank, y’know that?” Minho sent him a side-eyed glare. Newt only laughed again. “I’m tempted to grab one of those forks I broke and stab it right in your shucking—!”

“Hey,” you had approached stopping right in front of them. Minho slapped his rudely gestured hand to his side and clamped his mouth shut. Sending him a very strange look, you furrowed your brows at him and slowly asked, “You okay?”

“Mmhm,” Minho hummed. Newt sharply elbowed his side, to which he grunted and sent him another glare. “Are you?”

“I’m great,” you rocked back and forth on your toes. “Well, erm... bonfire’s gonna start in like, five minutes or so. I’ll see you out there?”

It was a general question, however your eyes were pointed at Minho; he nodded his head, cracking a grin. “’Course you will!”

You smiled and turned on your heel, sparing Minho another glance even as you walked away from him. He stared off at your figure, watching you disappear around the bend and sighed when you vanished from sight. Newt pat him twice on the back.

“It is physically painful to watch you interact with her, man,” he said honestly, shaking his head. Minho frowned. “Like, launch myself off the cliff, painful.”

“You’re tellin’ me,” Minho pinched the bridge of his nose. Speaking mostly to himself, he said, “Okay. Just gonna talk to her. No biggie.”

Newt snorted but said nothing, striding forward, long-legs carrying him down the path you had previously taken. Minho shook his hand out at his sides again, exhaling sharply through his nose and closing his eyes for a moment before following at Newt’s heels.

By the time he ventured across to the other edge of the Glade, the mountainous fire was roaring, sparks flying and ashes trickling along the nearby grass. Glasses of Gally’s secret recipe was being distributed amongst the Gladers, and Minho swiped one on his way in; chugging half of it in a quest for liquid courage, his eyes scanned the area for you.

“Minho!” you called from behind him, sitting on one of the logs with a glass of the drink in your hand. Waving him over, Minho wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand and sauntered over, settling himself on the spot beside you. Swinging your legs back and forth, you grinned and asked, “You sure your doin’ okay? I just watched you down your drink, and, no offense, but no one likes Gally’s drink that much.”

Minho cracked a smile. “Yeah, I’m good. Just figured I could, er...loosen up a little.”

You scoffed, nudging his knee with your own. You moved it away, but the way your body relaxed left your knees touching from how close you sat. “Like you need to be loosened up. Well, actually... judging on you breaking two forks during dinner, maybe you do.”

“Ha-Ha,” Minho muttered, eyes flickering down to where your knee touched his. Feeling his neck grow hot, he took a deep inhale. His mouth opened, and although the words of his feelings ran line by line in his mind, no sound left his lips. You sent him an odd look; it was a rare sight, indeed, to see Minho speechless.

“Okay, what’s going on?” you asked him. “I know something’s up, and you can say it’s nothing all you’d like, but I’m not letting you leave until you tell me.”

Minho stared at you for a moment, dark eyes drinking you in, before he clenched his jaw and tried again. “I gotta tell you somethin’.”

“Okay,” you nodded your head. Minho gulped.

“And you can ignore it, if you want,” he added hastily. “Cause, like, I know we’re stuck in the Glade and this isn’t really the place for it, but I still kind of wanted to tell you even though it might—”

“Minho,” you said carefully, and he visibly sucked in a sharp breath as though he were in pain. You watched his chest rise and fall with each quick breath, his eyes now avoiding you entirely, focused on where his hands lay in his lap. Placing a hand onto his shoulder, you said, “Don’t stress, all right? S’just me. You can tell me anything.”

“Right,” With rose-colored cheeks, he turned his head to meet your eyes and breathed in through his nose. “Okay. Uhm.”

You stared back at him expectantly, eyes sparkling from the red-orange glow of the fire. 

Minho clenched his jaw a few times, blinking. He watched your lips part to speak again, and, impulsively, he blurted, “I like you.”

You said nothing, only furrowing your brows a bit.

“I like you,” he said again in a deep sigh. Ruffling a hand through his jet black hair, he squeezed his eyes shut and said, “I like you, and the reason I broke those two forks at dinner was because I was shuckin’ angry that Newt kept cuddling up to you like that, okay? And I didn’t want to tell you at first ‘cause I knew it’d make things weird, and I kind of really liked the way things were goin’ and I—”

He took a sharp inhale, cutting himself off. You had frozen, your eyes blinking wordlessly at him, and he felt his stomach twist. Internally groaning, he leaned over, slapping his hands over his face and avoiding your reactions entirely.

“Shuck, I’m sorry,” he muttered at your silence. “I’m sorry. That was embarrassing.”

“No, it...” your words fell short for a moment. “It’s not embarrassing, Minho.”

He scoffed, taking his hands off his face but now leaning down on his elbows, staring tiredly at the sparkling bonfire. “Just ignore everything I just said.”

“Why would I do that?”

He slumped his shoulders. “Because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. And... I just did. And I’m sorry. And we can pretend I never said anything.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to respond,” you gently said through a smile. Minho gulped.

“Oh,” was all he said.

“I’m actually really glad you told me,” you said breathily. Minho turned his head but didn’t meet your eyes.

“Why?”

“Because I thought everything Newt was telling me was just bullshit, but... guess it was true.”

Minho jolted up. “What?”

You furrowed your brows. “What?”

“Newt has been...? Newt told you?!”

“No, no, he—” you let out a giggle. “He was just kind saying suggestive stuff. Kept saying, like... Go snog Minho at the bonfire... or like, Minho’s been checking you out for the entire day... stuff like that.”

Minho had turned a deep red. “Oh. That... that doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Shouldn’t it, though?” you gave him a look. He said nothing for a beat, before he shifted his eyes to meet yours with furrowed brows. 

“I’m confused.”

“So am I,” you said. “Think about it for a second. Why would Newt be teasing me about you?”

Minho said nothing for a moment. “’Cause he’s a shank, that’s why.”

You laughed and shook your head. “’Cause I like you, you moron.”

“What?” Minho shot up, all his muscles tensing like a cocked gun. “You... seriously? Like, actually?”

“Yes, like, actually,” you mimicked him. “Of course I do. I was just waiting for you to make the move, y’know?”

“Oh,” Minho sighed. “Well, I would’ve done it earlier if I had known you... that you liked me back... Holy shuck, you like me back...! Wow.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I am very surprised,” Minho said heavily, turning his head and sending you a shy grin. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and tucked a knee to your chest. He stared at you for a moment, sitting up straight and taking in your appearance, your words.

“What?” you asked in response to his staring. He smiled and shrugged.

“You’re just, like...” he trailed off, shaking his head. “...amazing. Totally amazing.”

“Thanks.”

“No, I’m being serious,” Minho began. You made the assumption that his confidence was returning after the fear of rejection left his brain. “Like, ever since I got here, you’ve just been this, like... force. I dunno. You’re just cool.”

“So are you,” you nudged his shoulder. “You’ve always been cool.”

“Not cool like you, though,” it felt like now, Minho couldn’t tear his eyes away from yours. With the nerves gone, it was as though he felt he was free to drink you in without judgement. “You’re cool and you’re... strong, and just, like... safe. I dunno. I’m rambling.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, scooting closer towards him. Leaning down, you pecked the side of his cheek. “It’s cute.”

He turned red and pursed his lips into a grin. Putting his hand to his chest he beamed and said, “You’re givin’ me butterflies, shank, stop it.”

Giggling, you linked your arm with his, elbows pressing into one another sides. Grabbing your drink with your free hand, you lifted it up as though giving a toast before downing it entirely. Minho stared at you, lips parted.

“Good god, woman,” he mumbled, lifting up his own cup and mimicking your actions. He grimaced. “Shit’s nasty.”

“Language,” you muttered, leaning down and pressing your lips to his for a brief moment. 

Red-faced, he grinned, "Whatever.”

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a/n: okay lowkey this was cute. i kinda th though the maze runner fandom was dead but thank you for your request!!!! i really liked this one, i enjoyed writing it so much :)

Regulus Black everyone!!!♡

Regulus Black: “It was I who discovered your secret.”

Secret Boyfriend

Summary: Keeping secrets seem to run in the Lupin family but one of the two twins has a bigger secret than the other can imagine.

Loyalty’s

Summary: Instead of Regulus obeying the Dark Lord his loyalty’s lie with his girlfriend and becomes a spy for the Order.

Lavender

Summary: Sirius Black escapes Azkaban and Professor Black’s students have a lot of questions about it.

Runaways

Summary: Regulus refuses to lose yet another sibling after Sirius leaves.

Whistle

Summary: The Black twins have a way to communicate despite their different houses.

Help

Summary: At first it was for him, now everything he does is for her. 

One in the Same

Summary: Reader notices Draco going through the same pain as her ex lovwer and desperately wants fix her faults.

Annotated Books & Sleek Hardcovers

Summary: Everything told them to be apart, but they said fuck the world.

He’s Safe With Me

Summary: A little boy brightens Regulus’ days after his brother leaves him.

Nothing Left

Summary: Everything crashes within seconds and Sirius doesn’t know where to go.

Second Choice

Summary: Regulus doesn’t talk much, but his actions do it for him.

Accusations: Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Summary: Sirius and Remus come to the wrong conclusion that changes someone’s life forever.

Choices

Summary: Some choices are harder than others.

One Day

Summary: An unexpected guest ruins the wedding of Lily Evans.

Key

Genre: [♤] = Angst                  [♧] = Adventure/Action  [♔] = Crack/Comedy  [♡] = Fluff  [❁] = Fantasy              [♢] = Thriller/Scary [☆] = Mature themes   [★] = Smut [➵] = Trigger warnings

Status:       [✎] = Projects             [✉] = Request   [✓] = Complete            [X] = Incomplete    [  ] = Coming soon       [∞] = On going

[Sitting in their/your lap]  ☆♤♡♔

[Saying another name]  ☆★♡♔ 

[Wearing their/your clothes]  ☆♡♔

[Fidgeting]  ☆★

[Getting your Period]  ☆

[Crying]  ♤♡♔

[Singing/rapping/dancing]

[Getting hard] ☆★

[Favorite part of you]  ☆★

[Thigh Riding]  ☆★

[Pregnancy Reveal] ☆★♡♔

[Perfect]  ♡♔

[Walking in on them]  ☆★♡♔

[Walking in on you]  ☆★♡♔

[Being walked in on together]  ☆★♡♔

[Significant other is CEO]  ♡♔♤

First time for them  ☆★♡♔

First time for you  ☆★♡♔

Honeymoon night  ☆★♡♔

Star Signs:

Star signs as [RunBTS] Star signs as [BTS songs] [Part 2]

[BTS Text Imagines]

[Bangtan Sonyeondan and the Purple Magic]

BTS go to Hogwarts 

[BTS Birthday - One Wish]  ♡♣️

[Kisaeng]  ♡♣️☆♔➵✎

[Mall Santa] NJxJMxReader ♡♔✎

[Cold]  ❁♤☆♢♧➵

[Lost Boys]  ❁♡♤☆♢♧➵

[The Check-up]  ☆➵ [A Very Bad Day]  ♡♤♔✉  [Soul Food]  ♡♤♔✉❁ [Jinnie]  ♡♤♔❁♧ [Side Dishes]  ♢❁✎ [Even the cake is in tiers] ♡♤♔❁♧

1. [Music is the spark that sets my soul on fire]  ♡✉✓            2. [Dance is the celebration of the flame]  ♡✉✓ [Baby girl]  ♡✉ [Bonnie and Clyde] Mafia au ♡♤☆♢♧✉ [Royal Pain]  ❁♡♧✎ [SEA]  ♡♤☆♧♔➵

[Feel Better]  ♡♧  [Blue Side]  ♤❁➵ [Steal my sunshine]  ♧✎ [I wish there were more good days] ♡♤✎

[Peace]  ♡✉ [Pizza]  ♡✉ [The bomb]  ☆♤♡♧♔♢➵ [Pandemonium]  ☆♤♡❁ [Namjoon the giant and his tiny friend] ♡♤❁ [Talk is Cheap]

[Death need no invitation]  ☆★♤♡❁➵  (same storyline as [Me and the ghost in number 23] but a one-shot instead of chapters) [Herb] [Herb.2]☆★♡♤♔➵ [Kitten]  ☆★✉ [Beach]  ☆★✉ [Wild space]  ☆♡❁ [Daylight]  ♡♤♔♧❁ [I Kendo it]  ♡♤♔♧ 

[Horror movies]  ♡♔ [Love Listening] [Part 2]  ☆★♤♡➵ [Stars]  ♡✉ [Dangerous]  ♡✉ [Um…]  ♡✉ [Like real people do]  ♡✉❁  [Video games] ☆★✉ [Salad]  ☆★✉ [Ramen]  ☆★✉   [Temptation] ☆★✉ [Mad]  ☆★♤♡♢➵

[I will wait (Some say)]  ♤♡ [Dude]  ♡✉ [Stretch]  ♡✉ [Icecream]  ♡✉ [Autism]  ♡✉ [Lap] Mafia au  ☆★♤✉    [Jealous]  ♡♤✉ [Actions Speaker Louder Than Words] [Part 2] [Part 3] ♡♤✎

[WAITING FOR YOU ANPANMAN!] ♡☆♔❁♧♤

Your life may be considered a little unsavory, but you would call it dangerously cozy. When a group of crime fighting young men put your plans on hold. Over run with criminals they work to protect the innocent and stop these malicious acts of violence.

[I’m Dead]  ☆★♤♡❁♔✓➵

Woken one night by memories of the past you meet a mysterious man on your balcony. He is cocky and charming and you find yourself swept up in something that is bigger than you can imagine. Why? Because he is death. And because your meeting is long overdue.

[Curse]  ♡♤❁♔✓

A modern-day fairy tale whereby seven young princes born under King Bang’s greed cannot find true love. Unless they break a special spell, called the ‘Bang curse’. In order to break the curse, Prince Seokjin must be loved by a ‘Blue’ blood, by a royal. That seems almost impossible when you have a pig nose. (based off the movie Penelope)

[Wash Out]  ♤♡❁♔♧✓

Taehyung and his best friend Y/N are Dolphin trainers at Wash Out; Marine Wildlife and Theme Park. When the nerdy marine biologist and resident veterinarian Doctor Kim Namjoon goes missing; the two friends form a ragtag team with Taehyung’s rival Seokjin and a…. Fish?

[Midnight Circus]  ☆♤♧  

Traveling through the back alleys is the midnight circus. Step inside and fill your curiosity by gazing at the freaks of the night. IF YOU DARE.

[Family Secrets]  ☆★♤♡♔♧

Suga is a spy who threw away his name years ago. His latest mission requires maximum stealth he must find a wife, child and house. Taehyung aka 103899V is a child who has been the subject of extensive experiments and can now read minds, and you, you are a hitman. Each of you must keep your secrets from one another. A truly one of a kind family. (inspired by ‘Spy x Family’.)

[Choices]  ☆♤♡❁♔♧

Soulmate Au

[Quarantine]  ☆♤♡➵✓  ( ★ in separate marked chapters)

ALERT! The city has shut down!

While you happen to be visiting the BigHit building. The government puts out an Alert across the entire Seoul area. Banning anyone from stepping outside, while they disinfect the streets. But you aren’t alone, you happen to meet the international Kpop boy group ‘Bangtan Sonyeondan’.

[Femme Ft. BigBang, TXT, NCT, BLACKPINK]  ☆♡★♤♔✓  

(Femme is french for female. I mean NO offense to any of my fellow LGBTQIA+ community when I use this term) The Year is 3019. Some Females (Femme) were preserved cryogenically in an effort to prevent extinction. Using Elite computer algorithms a Femme is matched with her Male applicants to find the perfect match. Male applicants are usually selected whilst in school and housed together to create trust before they are matched with their femme. It is common for a Femme to be paired with 3-5 applicants due to the shortage and the compatibility between each. But you, you have 7.

[Me and the ghost in Number 23] ☆★♤♡❁➵✓  

(the same storyline as Death need no invitation just extended into chapters instead of a one-shot)  Moving into your new apartment on the dance academy campus, you hear is haunted. You practice your routines with the ghoulish resident in the second bedroom. Things get heated, except you know ghosts are cold. so…

[Witching Ft. Monsta X]  ☆♤❁♧✓

After your brother goes missing, you find yourself in Seoul with nothing but a prosthetic limb as the only clue to what might have happened. Circumstances lead you to a coven of seven handsome young men. But they happen to be a well-known coven that goes by the name ‘Bangtan Boys’.

[Tiny Tan - Limited Edition]  ♔❁♧♡✓

It is your first time buying proper merchandise, there are new chibi figurines and the first person to order will receive a limited edition set. But what happens when BTS have gone missing without a trace and a few days later you receive your package. The box says congratulations, you open to find your limited edition figures, they look so lifelike. OH WAIT! it’s cause they are.

[Light it up]  ♔❁♧♡☆✓

In Bightville there is never any nonsense, the scariest thing one might face is tripping at the roller-disco. But, when you move to the small town, crazy things start to happen. Suddenly people are going missing without any leads. It’s when your neighbour Seokjin goes missing that things get serious because now his friends suspect you!

[BTS Among Us] ♔❁♧♡♢☆♤➵✓

You have a crew of 11, well now 10. The captain has been killed. Whatever it is doesn’t appear to be human but from the evidence you gathered, whatever it is, is pretending to be one of you. Who is it and why?

[BTS 365 Prompts] ☆★♡♤♔❁♧➵✓

Seven boys. Seven days a week. 365 prompts. Find your birthday and read your special prompt. (feel free to use them.)

[MANIA]  ☆★♤❁✓

At eighteen everyone takes a blood test to find out their blood types. A, B, or O. Each blood type represents the person’s secondary gender Alpha, Beta or Omega and can be Dominant (+) or Recessive (-). When small thin Yoongi receives his letter he doesn’t expect A+. He knew there was no way he was an Alpha especially not a dominant.

[Hope in the Sheets]  ☆♡★♤♔➵

You held many titles: his neighbour, colleague, wingman… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things. What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.

[Sly like a… ?] ♧♔❁♡♤X (☆★ in seperate marked chapters)

Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

[Sparks of the Heart]  ☆★♡♤♔❁   

In a world where Humans live alongside humanoid computers. They can download software, use the Internet, send e-mails, or receive calls. A learning software helps mould their personality, habits, and knowledge, to make life much simpler. They must stay charged up in order to continue working properly. But there are a small few that are changing. Feeling.

[Seoul Mates]  ☆♡★♤♔∞

Finding your Soulmate is one thing trying to keep them in Seoul another. The Bangtan Boys each have a different Soulmate mark. Follow their journey to discover their other half.

Story request OPEN!

[BTS Asks]  ☆★♡♤♔➵∞

You ask, they answer.

[Jodo-Myeon National School of Magic]   No set storyline or story format.

[Incarceration]

The world’s craftiest criminals held in the most expensive and elaborate prison. What do they do to capture your attention? 

I am in love with your works.

love is | masterlist

>> teaser/playlist || part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23/final, epilogue