To start, I love your writing
Can I request a Minho X male reader where the reader is like Thomas (wants to become a runner, gets rejected and then runs in the maze to save Alby and Minho). But instead of just running off, Minho gets protective of the reader and tries to keep the reader safe in the maze. Idk if that makes sense so dw if it doesn't
Aye absolutely I can. I refuse to believe that anyone in this franchise is straight. I mean, they were surrounded by only lads through their entire teen years- these boys ain't straight.
This is more action based than romantic, but there are some hints at feelings and I think this could easily be the start to a decent romance in the future.
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MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST
SUMMARY: Masc!Reader. See above. Movie based fic.
WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some violence.
You were going to be a Runner.
God damn it, you were. It didn't matter that Alby didn't think you were up to it, or Minho kept telling you to wait longer, or that Newt looked at you like you'd lost you mind.
You knew you were. One day, you were going to run the Maze. Even if no one believed you.
You couldn't explain it to anyone, but you're drawn to the Maze. It feels like you're meant to be out there, and you have to explore and decipher it.
And you may or may not have developed a small crush on the Keeper.
But that's not important.
Nothing to do with it.
Absolutely not.
I mean, Minho is somehow the perfect man. In a place like this- and he looks like that? It should be illegal, honestly.
He's also funny, and smart and athletic. You were a goner when you first saw him. The only problem is that you don't know if he likes you, or men, in general.
But anyway, you have other reasons you want to be a Runner. Though, having only been in the Glade for a couple of months, the chance of that is currently pretty slim.
And with Thomas coming up and immediately trying to do the same thing as you; you now have some competition. It doesn't help that Newt seems to have taken a shine to him, which gives him an advantage over you.
That is until Minho and Alby go out into the Maze. After Ben's Banishing, it's a common practice for them to track the boys' footsteps and make sure he's not out there suffering.
"What if they don't make it?" Thomas asks Newt as you stand with the other boys, Newt's gaze fixated on the Doors.
"They're gonna make it." That must be the fifth time you've heard him say that.
It's rare for days like this to go on this long. You've never experienced a Banishing before, but judging by everyone's morbid state- Minho and Alby should've been back long ago.
The time passes painfully slow, but you all end up standing in front of the open Doors, anxiously waiting.
The air is thick with worry, and everyone holds their breath. Numerous people look at Newt, trying to gauge his reaction since he knows them better than anyone.
"There!" Thomas points, just as Minho and Alby emmerge from behind the wall. Minho is struggling, clearly stressed as he's dragging an unconscious Alby.
Maybe you're an idiot, maybe you're brave- actually no, you're definitely a fool. But you can't stand by and let this happen. How could you? Your crush on Minho aside, he's one of, if not, the most valuable members of the Glade. If you have any chance of ever escaping the Maze- you need Minho. All of you do.
You run into the Maze as blurs of the Gladers shouting becomes static behind you. You know that none of them are going to go after them. You're new enough that the rules aren't some kind of daunting, all-commanding being to you yet like they are to them.
"Minho!" You shout, grinding to a halt as panic flashes across his face.
"(Y/N)? You can't-"
"Slim it, man, c'mon," you pull Alby's other arm over your shoulder, taking some of the weight off of the Keeper. Minho isn't going to leave Alby.
You know that. Even the Galders know that as they shout at you to abandon the Leader.
You manage to cover some ground as the actual size of the Maze dawns on you. Even the one corridor leading to the Glade is unfathomably huge.
Your hopes dwindle when the grumbling of the Doors sends a wave through the entire Glade.
Minho lets out some kind of animalistic war cry, his voice is rough and guttural. You're too busy focusing on Minho as he collapses to even notice Thomas pulling the same stunt as you until the Doors are fully closed.
"Good job," Minho spits, "you've both just killed yourselves."
"What?" Thomas mumbles, whilst you bring your hands to your head, struggling to process what's going on. The new boy scrambles to his feet, heavy breathing filling the now silent halls. "What happened to him?"
"What's it look like?" Minho's voice drips with anger. "He got stung."
"What happened to his head?"
"I did what I had to do."
The mechanical screeching from a Griever makes you physically jump, as you stand a few feet away from the other boys.
Minho groans as he stands, clearly exhausted and in pain.
"Okay, help me get him up," Thomas says, getting completely ignored.
"We gotta go. The Maze is already changing."
"Hey, Minho!" Thomas shouts, clearly braver than you as he seems to have some confidences whilst you've been stunned to silence. "We can't just leave him here."
Minho looks back as you come to Alby's side.
"He's right," you add, "he'd never leave us."
Minho is reluctant, but he begrudgingly agrees, walking over and helping you both scoop up Alby. It's not exactly easy, but the three of you just about manage.
You're too busy to talk, but the daunting thought plagues all of you, and eventually, Minho vocalises it. He drops Alby, groaning and you and Thomas copy him.
"This isn't gonna work," he breathing is heavy and he's twice as exhausted as you two. "We gotta go."
"What? What are you talkin' about?" Thomas sits by Alby's unconscious body. "We gotta do something- we gotta hide him!"
"Where?"
"I don't know- Minho, just think! You're telling me there's not a single place we could take him?"
Out of nowhere, Minho lashes forward, grabbing Thomas' shirt collar and slamming him into the wall behind him.
"Listen to me, shuck-face, alright? Take a look around- there's no where to go!" Minho lets go and Thomas looks petrified. The boy stands, almost like his rage shocked even him. "You don't get it, we're already dead."
Despite their arguing, you've been distracted by the ivy. It's thick and covers the entire wall. It looks sturdy, but the other boys are too busy arguing to notice you.
You ignore their bickering. "Hey, guys?" You get no response. "Guys!" They freeze, snapping to look at you. "I've got an idea."
Minho was quick to turn his nose up at the idea, but Thomas was beyond eager. Sure, using a physics rope mechanism out of ivy is up there, but what other choice did you have?
Thomas got to work collecting ivy one way, whilst you and Minho started harvesting from another area.
"(Y/N)?"
"Yeah?" Your word comes out as more of a grunt as you rip another branch off the wall.
"Stick with me, okay?"
"What?"
"Whatever happens, stay close to me, alright?"
"Why would I-?"
"Just do it, yeah? The Greenie is in over his head. We need to keep moving and even if your plan works, we're gonna have to split up eventually." He sighs, rubbing his brow. "So, just stay with me."
You hesitate for a second. You have no idea what Minho's going to do. Hell, you doubt he even does, but you eventually nod.
Minho doesn't really know what's going on in his own head. He's scared. The poor shank hasn't ever been more so. But, despite all that, he's overwhelmed with the urge to protect you. He doesn't understand his own feelings; he should be focusing on saving his own ass- not yours.
Alas, here he is.
Your plan is a surprising success, even if it takes a lot of effort to hurl Alby up the wall. And you had to pull off an impressive climbing feat to string him up in the first place.
But you're on the move now.
The three of you heave as you pull Alby up.
"Two, three," Minho counts you in before you yank once again. You're feeling confident, this seems to be actually working.
Only for the mechanical whirring of a Griever to be creeping around the corner.
Minho's grip loosens, one of his hands sliding up and grabbing your wrist from behind whilst you still hold on.
"What are doing?" Thomas gasps. "What are you doing?"
"We gotta go. We gotta go."
"No, no, no."
"No, we gotta go."
"Minho, we're nearly there," you object.
"Yeah, just a little more and we'll tie it off. Minho, stay with me, okay?" Thomas tries to convince him, but it's no use.
"I'm sorry, Greenie."
With little to no warning, Minho's grip on you tightens, yanking you towards him and dragging you with him.
"Minho! (Y/N)!" Thomas yells, but Minho's grip on you is iron and gives you you no chance to respond as you stumble to catch your feet. You have little choice but to sprint with him, picking up speed as guilt consumes you.
Eventually, you come to your senses, ripping your arm away. This makes Minho grind to a halt, not getting the opportunity to process before you push him in the chest.
"You useless prick!" You snap. "I can't believe you made us leave him!"
"Look," he pants, "I said I'd look out for you- and I did. If we stayed with him, we'd be dead!"
In all honesty, Minho knows he should've tried to at least grab Thomas, too. But the boy is far too stubborn and reckless for his own good. But he couldn't leave you. For some reason, he just couldn't. He said he'd look after you and he was going to, dammit, even if it killed him.
"You're meant to be the fucking Keeper! And, what? You pussy out when things get too scary? We have to go back!"
"We're not going back," Minho's voice is calmer, desperation starting to sink in, "Okay? We're not. We're dead if we even think of it."
"Thomas could be dead, anyway. Alby too. We went through all that for nothing- and Thomas ran in here to save your dumbass. So, I'm going back, even if you aren't."
With that, you turn on your heels, you footsteps fading as you hear Minho mumble something to himself. Until his heavy footsteps pick up behind you.
"I'm gonna kill you if we die," he grumbles as he joins you at your side. You scoff in response.
Making your way back, you look up, finding Minho strung up how you'd intended.
"Where's Thomas?"
"Beats me," Minho shrugs, "there was a Griever hanging around here though."
You glare at him, opening your mouth to speak when you hear Thomas scream. You don't hesitate to break into a sprint, Minho shouting after you before caving in and running after you.
You grind to a halt at the edge of a cliff, Minho hot on your heels. You both stare in awe as Thomas wrestles with a Griever, somehow dropping between its legs and leaving it tangled in the ivy.
"No shuckin' way," Minho mumbles to himself, both of you watching as Thomas runs off below you. "C'mon," he smacks you in the chest, "we'll meet him."
Once again, the pair of you take off sprinting through the Maze. Somehow, you're able to predict the way you're meant to be going, taking Minho's side instead of letting him lead the way.
Thomas is startled when he practicly runs into the pair of you.
"Crazy son of a bitch!" Minho laughs. "Come on!"
You and Thomas exchange concerned looks, but oblige regardless.
"The Maze is changing," he says as he slows, "we can lose it up here!"
You stick close to Minho as one of the walls starts to move towards you, sprinting down, only to realise Thomas hasn't followed you.
"Thomas! Come on!" You shout as he looks between you and back where you've just come from.
You hear him shout before he starts sprinting towards you, a Griever hot on his heels.
"Come on, Thomas!"
"Don't look back Greenie!"
For the second time today, Thomas is nearly crushed by a wall as he scoots through, the wall squishing the Griever like a bug just before it reaches the three of you.
The three of you stand there, stunned, staring at the gooey mess dribbling out of the crack in the wall.
"Holy shit."
"Holy shit."
"Holy shit."
"You're crazy, man!" You let out a laugh, playfully punching Thomas on the shoulder.
"Alright, alright, what now?" Thomas turns to Minho.
"We lay low, keep moving, we'll come back for Alby when we see first light."
You all nod in agreements.
"Thank you, by the way," Minho says as you walk through the Maze. With no threat at present, there's no point wasting your precious energy.
"For what?" Thomas walks ahead, seemingly entranced by the Maze itself, so there's definitely no way he's eavesdropping.
"For making me come back- you were right, and now Tommy boy has killed a Griever. And for the scheme with Alby; some good quick thinkin' there shank."
"Yeah, well, being a Runner takes more than being fast, right?"
"Ah, so you do listen," you think you might be imagining it, but his tone sounds almost flirty, "you're still on this Runner klunk?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You sure? Tonight not put you off yet?"
"Nope. I want to be a Runner- this hasn't changed that."
"Well," he hums, "if we actually survive the rest of this shit show, I'll be sure to make you a Runner; first thing."
You stop walking, almost stunned by the comment. It makes sense, but it still makes butterflies flutter in your stomach.
"What?" He says as he slows to look back at you, casually walking backwards.
"You serious?"
"Yeah, I'm serious. Hell, if we get back to the Glade alive, I'll make Alby a shuckin' Runner."
Somehow, the remainder of the night is surprisingly uneventful. The three of you struggle but you manage to get Alby down.
Srambling to the Maze, you're all exhausted and on the verge of collapse.
But, as you hear the Doors open, starting to round the corner and hearing the cheers if the boys as they notice you, you suddenly feel more alive than you ever have.
"So," Minho struggles, trying not to drop his side of Alby, looking over his shoulder at you as you carry his legs, "you ready to be a Runner, dude?"
You grin at him. "Shuck yeah."
Sorry for the slow posting guys, I've been working a lot. Like I said before, this one isn't very romance based but the prompt wasn't romantic, so I worked with it.
I hope you liked this anyway :)
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