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Self-defence

The Maze Runner Imagine (Gally)

“Let go of me you shucking idiot!” desperately I tried to push the boy’s hand of off my lower back, “don’t touch me.”

“Relax,” he laughed and continued his way down to my ass.

“That’s enough,” out of instinct I punched him. My fist got straight into his face and made his smile disappear.

“What the…? You crazy?” screaming he raised his own hand.

“Don’t you dare,” two arms wrapped around his neck and dragged him down. The tall broad stature of Gally hovered over his body. “Don’t you shucking dare.”

“I wasn’t doing anything. Get off me you shank.”

“It’s okay, Gally. Just leave him,” I grabbed his arm.

Snorting the blond boy let off of the other Glader. “I’ll have an eye on you.” Looking a little bit terrified the pale boy made his way to the homestead.

“I hate these boys.”

I sighed. “Yeah, me too.”

“Good uppercut by the way.” He held his large hand out for a high five.

“Thanks. I’m learning from the best.”

“You charming little slinthead.” After a short wink and a smile I turned around and ran to the med-jacks hut where I worked together with Jeff and Clint.

Being the only girl in the Glade had its pitfalls. Hormonal boys who couldn’t keep their hands by themselves were on my daily list. Although some of them were quite nice and cooperatively. Just the ‘wait. I’ll help you with this or that’ I got to hear hundredth of times a day got on my nerves. I knew they only want to avoid me getting hurt but just because I was a girl didn’t mean I couldn’t do anything by myself. Oh, I forgot there was one thing I was allowed to do. Washing the dishes in Frypan’s kitchen. Even though it was possible to cut myself with a knife and lose a finger or my whole hand. Frustrating. But in my head formed a mood lighten thought. My self-defence lessons. And my ‘teacher” was no other than…

“(Y/N), wait!” I turned around. An expectant expression spread across my face.

“Because of tonight,” Gally scratched the back of his head, “same time same place as usual?”

I nodded. “Sure.”

“Okay, see you later then.”

“Yeah.”

Gally. Yup, Gally was my teacher. He had made the suggestion as soon as I had been out of the box. He had shield my small, compared to his, body from the hungry glances of the other Gladers and he had been the one who let me borrow his bed for the first night. Since then you could describe us as best friends. Best friends with a few difficulties. Because he was quite stubborn and I am not either one to give in very easily there were a few fights between us. Nothing big. We didn’t talk to each other for a few days till one gave up and apologized. After a quick hug that sent shivers through my whole body (till today I couldn’t figure out why) everything was alright again.

But in the last couple of weeks my brain slowly began to realize why my body reacted so sensitive to his touch. I desperately tried to avoid thinking of this topic but there was no way I could deny it. I, (Y/N), was falling in love with my best friend. My ‘teacher’ or however you wanted to call it. Just a few days ago I finally achieved admitting it to myself and now I am completely freaking out just wasting one thought about what was going to happen tonight.

The truth must be told. And the next training lesson will be the perfect opportunity.

—–

In the late afternoon time crawled so slowly I thought my boredom was going to kill me. The hut of the mad-jacks was empty. Not one Glader showed up today. Usually there was always one clumsy one who fell of a ladder or tripped over his own feet. But nothing.

Sighing I left the room to find Jeff or Clint. My shift was over for today. And not only mine. Every single boy of the Glade was sitting at the dining tables and ate his food while I was still hanging around the mad-jacks hut starving and waiting for something exciting to happen. These shanks.

“(Y/N), where were you?” Chuck patted at the seat next to him.

“I was as opposed to you working. Till now. Why did nobody get me? I’m literally starving.” He grinned apologetically and shoved his still full plate in my direction.

“Thanks Chuck,” not really lady-like I put as much food as possible in my mouth. Meanwhile my eyes scanned the room. A few Gladers who recognized my glimpse winked at me. I ignored them and continued to search for Gally. His seat was empty. No trace of him. Maybe he waited for me at our… no, there he was. Right in front of me standing in the doorframe with his arms akimbo.

Suddenly I felt stupid for assuming he wanted to accelerate our training lesson. Slightly blushing I lowered my look at my plate.

Chuck prodded my side. “What’s wrong?”

“Just…,” I sighed, “girl stuff. You know.”

Sure enough the kid wasn’t stupid. His eyes wandered to the boy I was still looking at. “You like him,” he stated blankly without batting an eye.

“Who? Gally? Don’t be ridiculous! He’s such an idiot,” my attempt to hide the fact that he actually had hit the mark failed miserably.

“You’re a really bad liar.”

“I’m not a…”

“I think he’s searching for you. Go talk to him,” Chuck interrupted me and pushed my back.

“He is not,” I repelled.

“Stop talking klunk and shucking get up.” Taken aback by his sudden parlance I finally stood up.

“Good that,” he grinned, “I wish you luck.”

“Yeah thanks.”

—–

“There you are,” Gally looked relieved, “you ready? I thought it’s a good idea to start now because everyone’s eating and we won’t get interrupted.” Was it just me or did his words sound somehow wrong? Nevertheless I nodded and followed him outbound. Our usual training place was located between a few trees at the backside of the homestead.

“Okay, how about we getting started with the few tricks I showed you last time?”

“Sounds good,” I responded and clenched my jaw and my fists.

A mocking grin appeared on his face as he raised his hand to grab my shoulder but I ducked to the right side. He missed it. “Not bad and now…”

I didn’t gave him the chance to finish the sentence. With a skilful move I brought him to fall. If I’m honest I didn’t think it would be that easy. The arms crossed in front of my chest I stared down at him. “I think I’m better than a ‘not bad’.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Really?” Faster than I could react we changed positions. “I think you’re not.”

“Slinthead,” I muttered and pulled myself together.

“Come on. Show me what a good fight is. I’m sure as hell you lose.”

“Fine. You asked for it.”

It took three steps to knock him out.

First, I made my way towards him. The grin on my face never faded.

Second, I grabbed his hands softly and watched as his eyes widened in surprise. His mouth forming the word ‘what’.

And the last step which took me the most conquest. I tightened my grip and simultaneously pulled him closer.

“(Y/N),” his voice barely more than a whisper. His warm breath on my cheek caused my heart to skip a beat. It felt like hours although it were just a few seconds till our lips connected. I won’t lie. It was kind of a strange feeling kissing your best friend but it was a good strange feeling. As we separated I already missed it.

The faint light of the moon and the flickering flames of the torches around the place emphasized his flashing red cheeks. “You know what?”

I shook my dizzy head. “What?”

“I think you won,” his grip around my waist tightened. A rush of happiness followed by the feeling of safety flowed through my body.

“I wasn’t expecting anything other,” a little laugh escaped my lips.

“Only to get things right. You won because I let you.”

“Whatever you’re saying, Captain.”

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I

what

WHERE ARE YOUR TROUSERS

You’re not even wearing tights!

Why is this even a thing?!

And- oh god- there’s no shirt either and the doublet is open whyyyy

I’m all for wearing what you want but THE IMPLICATION HERE IS THAT YOU ARE IN IRELAND

THIS IS NOT PRACTICAL OUTDOOR CLOTHING FOR IRELAND

YOU’RE NOT EVEN WEARING ANY SHOES

I mean, never mind the fact that you’ve apparently got a sombrero strapped to your back. Or that Gilderoy Lockhart’s tried to mend the bones in your arm and made it go all bendy.

I just… clearly I am missing something important here. I’m not sure I want to know what it is.