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Beacon (Newt)

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Just a random piece from a while back that I dug up! Basically while in the Scorch, Thomas has memories of how he’d lost Y/N to the maze one night with Minho. However, she managed to escape and then finds her friends in the middle of the Scorch. 

Just behind them, a griever shrieked, it’s metal legs scratching against the stone.

“Holy SHIT, RUN!” Thomas yelped, all three of the kids arms were pumping uncontrollably, pushing their bodies forwards.

“This way! This sections closing!” Minho commanded out, turning a sharp corner. Just down the corridor, one of the sections was sliding closed, just as the doors do every evening in the glade. Y/N was smart. She was smart enough to know that the doors were too slow, and that even if they made it through, so would the griever.

“Go!” Y/N pushed Thomas in front of her and she pulled the machete from his pack as he rushed by. She took one quick look at the griever and found the mark she needed to hit for a fatal blow. Following closely behind the boys, they raced down the corridor. But, she skidded to a stop, the doors before here just a few feet from closing.

“Y/N! RUN!” Thomas let out a heart-wrenching plea. Y/N stood her ground, looking back with sorry eyes. Neither boy budged, they knew there wasn’t enough time to make it back to the other side.

“Tell Newt I’ll see him on the other side!” Were the last words she yelled down the corridor at her best friends. The last thing they saw was the machete being riffled at the monsters head, sending it toppling to the floor, writing in agony. It was a lethal shot and all Minho could hope was that she’d make it through the night. He knew she could. The rest of the night, the boys ran, hoping they’d evade any grievers.

Though Thomas wanted to leave the maze, going back to the Glade to face Newt seemed far worse than any griever now. He could almost see the blonde crumpled on the ground, shaking like the earth when it’s plates shifted.

Inevitably, the morning sun began to cast shadows in the maze and the pair of runners found their way back to the doors. They’d survived a night in the maze, but lost their closest confidant in the midst. They lost the girl who they promised to would protect.

If Thomas had thought losing sight of the girl last night was the worst thing he’d ever experienced, he was wrong. The vexation Newt was about to blow him to pieces with was far worse.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” The second-in-command screamed with every ounce of agony inside of him, not a single Glader trying to hold him back. Newt’s entire energy was focused on Thomas, not Minho, because Thomas was the one he had made promise to keep the girl safe. Thomas’ ears rung with white noise as Newt screamed in his face, throwing a punch which rattled his mind. Newt’s chest was open wide and Thomas could see right through to his broken heart. The brunettes heart, on the other hand, had fallen into an abyss he was sure it’d never return from. Newt, he knew, would never be the same. He’d just lost a piece of himself.

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“Thomas? You bloody listening to a thing I’m saying?” Newt tapped Thomas’ knee, trying to catch his attention.

“Y-Yeah…” Thomas rubbed his eyes and sighed, looking up to Newt. He hated looking his friend in the eyes. He could still see the misery Newt kept hidden inside. Newt tried to convince everyone that he didn’t miss her, that he didn’t care. But everyone could tell he still thought about her everyday.

“What you thinking about?” The blonde asked quietly.

“Y/N…” Thomas fought back the tears in his eyes, finding it hard to admit that he too still thought about Y/N at times like this. They were situated in the shade under an old, torn apart building in the scorch, hiding from the sun. Newt turned away at the mention of Y/N and everyone sat in silence, waiting out the oppressive sun.

They had been walking for at least an hour when the sun had finally begun to set. The scorch was afire with golden light and it made it look somewhat pleasant. Just a few hundred metres away a single, thin but tall tower rose out of the ground. Thomas assumed it was some sort of old power line with a makeshift lookout built on the top.

“HEY!” A voice screamed from in front of them, the words being carried on the wind. Up in the tower, a bright red scarf was being waved violently in the air by a small person. Newt pulled out his own red scarf and waved it back, all of the Gladers screaming against the wind. They continued forwards as the body climbed down from the tower. At least five minutes had passed of everyone treading through the deep sand, the wind making it difficult to stay on a straight path before they could get a clear image of the person approaching.

They were wrapped in cloth, face completely shrouded by the fabric which protected them.  A red scarf tucked into their pants, blowing in the wind like a beacon of hope. The closer they got, the faster the person ran. Minho just prayed it wasn’t a crazy crank coming to eat their brains.

The group circled around the stranger cautiously. Gladers tried to meet the eyes of the person but the fabric around their face was risen just too high. The person removed the glove on their right hand and pulled the fabric away from their eyes.

In that moment, Newt’s heart stopped pumping and his lungs stopped taking in air. He’d know those Y/E/C eyes anywhere.

“Aye shuckfaces.” The girl quipped and Newt lunged forwards, throwing her to the ground. He fell atop her and hugged tightly, a sob leaving his body. When he finally released, he straddled her and pushed back the fabric from her face with shaky hands.

“I-It’s you? It’s really you? Y-You’re dead?” He asked, his belief still faltering.

“Yeah!” Y/N laughed a little and shuffled out from under Newt, sitting up.

“Where’s Aris?” Y/N asked and Newt eyed her suspiciously. How she knew the blue eyed boy, he didn’t know, but he sure didn’t like it.

“Right here.” The boy slumped down beside her in the sand and Y/N hugged him tight. Newt sat with wide eyes, looking to Thomas for answers he didn’t have.

“How the shuck does he know you?!” Minho piped up and Y/N laughed.

“He’s my little brother! We could talk to each other telepathically ever since I got to the Glade. He helped me out of the maze that night, then through the WICKED compound, and then told me to meet you guys here.”

Everyone was baffled.

“And you DIDN’T tell us she was alive?!” Thomas barked at Aris and the blue eyed boy cowered.

“I asked him not to. You guys might not have believed him. That would’ve just caused problems and you know it.” Y/N looked at Minho suggestively and he rolled his eyes.

“Well, you’re back, that’s all that bloody matters.” Newt lifted Y/N off of the ground and held her closely once again. They still had a long ways to go, but Newt didn’t care. Nothing meant more than having Y/N back in his arms once more.

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“Books and movies have the ability to change your world”

— Unknown

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Imagine Thomas and Dylan staring at you then trying to play it off when you look at them.

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The letter, word for word, as written:

Dear Thomas,

this is the first letter that I ever remember writing. Obviously I don’t know if I wrote any before the maze, but even if it’s not my first, it’s likely to be my last.

I want you to know that I’m not scared. Not of dying, anyway. It’s forgetting. Losing myself to this virus. That’s what frightens me. So every night, I’ve been saying their names. Alby. Winston. Chuck. I repeat them over and over, like a prayer, and it all comes flooding back.

It’s the little things like the way the sun would hit the Glade at that perfect moment, right before it dipped beneath the walls. I remember the taste of Frypan’s stew! Gosh, I never thought I would miss that so much.

(By the way, don’t ever ask what’s in it!)

And of course, I remember you.

The first time you came up in the box, just a scared, little Greenie who couldn’t even remember his own name. But from the moment you ran out into the Maze, I knew that I would follow you anywhere. And I have.

Although it wasn’t easy taking those first steps with you into the unknown. But I’ve learnt that there are no easy choices in life. If I could do it all over again, I would and I wouldn’t change a thing. My hope for you Tommy, is that when you’re looking back, years from now, you’ll be able to say the same.

Thank you for being my friend Tommy.

Goodbye mate.

Newt

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Morning Glory, pt. 15 - The Maze Runner - Thomas au

Description: Based off the original story of The Maze Runner, where Y/N has been around a long time and she and Thomas might be the key out of here. I have my own take on this, I have used particular things from the movie/books but a lot I did change for this story!

Relationship: Thomas x Reader - THE MAZE RUNNER

Title: I’ll explain everything later. Word count: 1378

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.

“What the fuck happened here?” I gasp as soon as I climb out of the translucent hole that we call the Cliff, brushing off my pants as I stumble after Thomas and Chuck. Minho and Newt were panting, weapons drawn, as Gally was groaning on the floor next to an immobile Griever.

“Fucking thing –“ Minho gasps, his hands resting on both knees as he tries to catch his breath. Panic overtakes me, my chest constricting as I stumble over to Gally on the floor, dropping onto my knees and looking to see if the Griever had stung him.

“What happened?” I demand again, my hands grasping underneath Gally’s rather unharmed frame to hoist him up into a sitting position. “You alright?” I check once again, Gally nodding his head as he pants, resting against the Maze wall. “This fucking thing followed Gally, Y/N. It attacked and suddenly – it dropped dead.” Newt elaborates, seeming to have caught his breath the quickest as he strolls over to us.

I raise to my feet, momentarily losing balance as Newt grasps me to keep me upright. “No one got stung, right?” I question, running my hand along Newt’s arm as I give him a once over. A shake of his head calms my aching nerves and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in.

“How can it so suddenly just drop dead, though?” Newt growls as Gally crawls to his feet, Thomas and Minho grasping an arm each to aid the poor boy. I grin at Chuck, winking before turning to my second-in-command. “That’s because there are no more Grievers.”

“How is that even possible?” Minho groans, starting to pull Gally along and away from the Cliff, back to the Glade. “Chuck stopped them.” I throw my arm around Chuck’s shoulders, hoisting him against my side like the proud mother I am. There might have been a time that I had wondered why Chuck was in our Glade, and that, perhaps, he didn’t have use, as he said it, but I was ecstatic that he had finally found his goal.

“Chuck, you marvellous shank. I love you.” Newt laughs as he presses a kiss to the top of Chuck’s head, his large palms squishing the boy’s chubby cheeks together before releasing with a loud smack. A giggle slips him and I smile amicably, catching gaze with Thomas as I lick my lips.

“What do you mean?” Minho mutters, frown set deep onto his brow as he tries to comprehend just what had happened when we were down there. “Chuck deprogrammed them. They’re gone. No more Grievers.”

Everyone stops in their tracks, eyes set in shock on both Chuck and I. Another laugh slips my lips. There was nothing that could happen that would ruin my mood right now. We had a way out, there were no Grievers to worry about anymore – Finally we had a fighting chance.

“Are you serious?” Newt accent seems thick, his eyes snapping from Thomas to me and back to Thomas before landing once more on Chuck. This time, Thomas takes it on to reply. “Yeah. It said so on the screen.”

A snort slips Gally’s lips as he lifts his head, grinning as our gazes meet. “Fuck – that’s probably the most valid celebration reason we ever had.” I nod my head, all of us resuming our stroll back to the Glade, my voice echoing off the walls as we walk. “You pluck the words right out of my mouth, Gally. I think this calls for a bonfire.”

I had filled everyone in on our walk back to the Glade. What had happened, what we had seen, what I had learned – although I might’ve kept a few things a secret to myself – and what Chuck had done, precisely. We all came to an agreement as to what our next step was – the one step that would change it all.

“What is this?” Newt question as we stroll past the boundary that separates the Maze from the Glade, all of our bodies stopping in their tracks. Every single Glader is wandering in the middle of the open area, all work spaces and shacks desolated. Some are lying around, carelessly, while other nervously pace up and down. “What the – “

Gally falls into step behind us, his injuries thankfully not as severe as I previously thought, Newt and Minho hot on my heels. Frypan spots us and jumps up from the log he was sitting on, running over while flailing his arms. “You guys made it back!”

“Yeah – that was the plan…” Minho sarcastically barks, and I roll my eyes as I jab him in the ribs with my elbow, turning back to Frypan as I let my gaze wander over the collected Gladers. “Fry, why is everyone here?”

His eyes are wide as he falls into step beside me, his hand grasping my elbow as he applies ample pressure. His fingernails dig into my skin and I wince, but don’t tell him to let go. Frypan seems mortified. “There were Grievers, almost in the Glade, Y/N. They came to the edge and then suddenly they scampered off – I – I didn’t know what to do. So I just – “

Newt laughs at the tormented cook as he passes me, patting my shoulder affectionately before starting to round up the Gladers lolling around. I return my focus to Frypan. “Don’t worry, they’re taken care of.” Frypan opens his mouth, probably to fire off a million questions, so I shut him up. “I’ll explain everything later.”

“Okay you guys! Listen up!” I gather the attention of all the boys present and the jolt upright when they hear my voice, some of them muttering among themselves due to the state Minho, Gally and Newt were in. A few cuts and bruises – but they were okay.

“I want you to split up in two groups – one goes to collect some wood. The others, help Frypan prepare the feast of a lifetime. We’re having a celebratory bonfire!” I cheer loudly and a few people cheer along with me, clapping, but most of them stare at us dumbfounded. Of course, without any intel on what had happened back in the Maze, this came out of nowhere – and there hadn’t been a Gathering explaining everything either.

“Everything will be clear once we get the fire going. Chop chop!”

I watch the crowd disperse as they split up in two groups, one following a still staring Frypan as the others disappear into the woods to do as I asked them to. Thomas’ hand curls around my elbow as he slightly pulls me back, pressing his lips against my jaw. A shiver runs up my spine at the action and I lean further into him as he retreats, a pout crawling its way onto my lips.

“I’m going to go freshen up. I’ll see you in your bedroom in an hour or so?” Thomas smiles playfully and I nod, taking a deep breath as I let my fingertips ghost over his arm until he is out of reach. Newt pops up in front of me, his long blonde hair dishevelled from running his hands through it repeatedly. “Please don’t be pessimistic Newt, I really can’t handle that right now.”

“I wasn’t going to…” Newt starts off, but his voice turns into a whimper as I raise an eyebrow at my best friend. “Yeah, you were.” “No. I wasn’t. I was going to ask when we were going to tell the others, Y/N.”

Instead of immediately answering him, I wind my arms around his waist and pull his slender frame closer to my chest, my cheek pressed against his ribcage, feeling the heavy thump of his heart. He stills when I do so, but soon his arms wind around my shoulders as he holds me against him. “Tonight, Newt. Before the festivities start.”

“You want to get out of here as soon as possible, don’t you?” He breathes against my hair, our embrace not wavering. I swallow loudly, feeling the muscles in my throat contract as I breathe deeply. “Don’t you?” I pull away from him, our eyes meeting as I keep my face emotionless. “Don’t you think we’ve been in this shithole long enough?”

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Even If... (Thomas x Reader)

Request: “I’ll protect you no matter what… even if it kills me” from prompt list 2 with newt or thomas

Authors note: I hope you enjoy this!!! Feedback and comments are very much appreciated!!!

The air around you felt thick and smelled of dirty pennies, hushed whispers from some kids around you broke the quiet hum of the train. The chains used to secure you to your seat rattled with every little movement of the vehicle, your head starting to hurt from it. You weren’t sure where you were going or where you were currently, but the kid next to you seemed think the worst. His constant blubbering and screams made you want to punch him straight in the face.

You kept your head facing forward, boredom and annoyance in your glare. You were sick and tired of Wicked doing whatever they wanted to you, to your friends. You thought about Minho and where he was on the train, you thought about Newt and Brenda, Jorge and Vince, Thomas. God, what you would give to see them again, to see him again.

A loud growl of an engine ripped through the metal box you were sitting in, your head perking up out of curiosity. Brows knitting together as gunshots rang out, kids yelling and screaming in fear. You tried to listen closer, footsteps trotting along the top of the cargo box above you gave you a glimmer of hope. Maybe they had come to get you back, maybe they were here to save the kids and Minho. Please let it be them.

The distant sound of explosions and gunshots became the background noise of your potential rescue, jerking forward as the train suddenly stopped. More screams of desperation flooded your ears, screaming coming from outside of the train as well. You couldn’t quite make out what they were saying but the banging against the metal was sure loud. You yelled a bit too, calling out for whoever was out there to please get you out. And they did.

You started swinging through the air, the queasiness in your stomach not leaving until you were placed on the ground again. Now you truly had no idea where you were or what was going on, and you were sure the poor boy next to you was about to vomit. The squeal of some device came from outside the entrance way of the crate, muffled voices talking to each other. You all stayed quiet, fear and curiosity coursed through you.

Then the door opened, light flooding in and blinding your eyes making you squint and raise your hand to cover them. Heavy boot steps piled in, shadowed silhouettes walking towards you.

“Aris?” You recognized that voice. You forced yourself to stare into the light, to stare at the dark figure walking towards you.

Thomas.

Your eyes met, mouth opening slightly and your heart pounding. He was here, he came back for you. A smile broke out across his face as he rushed towards you, dropping to his knees and holding you close.

“What the hell are you doing here-how are you even here?” You rushed out, eyes traveling across his face, taking in the way he looked.

“What did I tell you, i’ll protect you no matter what… even if it kills me remember?” He chuckled, hand grasping yours, hearing the slight jingle of the chains.

“Minho? Did you get him? Is he okay?” You look behind him, breath coming out quicker them before. You saw his head drop slightly, lips forming a tight line across his face and his jaw clenched.

“We uh, actually thought he was here… with you…” Thomas’s words lingered in the air as Newt and the others behind him cut free the other kids, their eyes bright and thankful.

“We’ll get him back, now that I’m here there’s no way we couldn’t.” You joke, seeing the small smile tug on his lips.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

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When you spotted Newt attacking Thomas you quickly rushed over toward the two, with a needle held securely in your hand. You discovered a way to suppress Newt’s flare, but that wouldn’t matter if Thomas was forced to protect himself from the crazed blonde.

”Newt stop it!” You shouted pulling Newt away from Thomas, injecting him with medicine before he could begin to attack you as well. You felt Newt become limp in your arms. He wasn’t dead but the medicine sure did sedate him.

Breathing heavily you looked over at Thomas and noticed a knife in his hand. For a moment Thomas didn’t make any attempt to move. He just stood there.

”I almost stabbed him” Thomas eventually said “I almost killed Newt…”.

”You we’re trying to protect yourself Thomas. All that matters is that you didn’t and that I managed to suppress the flare” you replied, holding up the empty needle. “Now, we can’t stick around. Help me get him out of here”.

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