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gallys-wife · 3 years

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Hun if you could do like nsfw hcs like what their like in bed and/or what their kinks are that would be great✨also you're amazing✨✨✨✨✨

What The Maze Runner Characters are Like In Bed

First and foremost: No, You're amazing!! Secondly, I did just a sort of broad "What they're like in bed" one but I will also do their kinks, in a seperate post. Just to keep this from becoming too long because I do so many characters.

Warning: Sexual references, sexual themes, no explicit smut

Alby

Definitely cares about your pleasure above his own and always takes care of you first before himself. Eats you out like a champ.

Is slow and thorough and would worship your body, specifically anything you’ve admitted to being insecure about/he’s noticed you’re insecure about.

Aris

He is incredibly enthusiastic about every aspect of your sex life. He is always ready to try new things, and eager to figure out what you like best.

When he’s feeling playful he’s a little cheesy and uses dirty pick up lines to let you know he’s in the mood, but when he’s feeling more serious or you guys haven’t had the opportunity to do anything in a while he’ll full on start teasing you in public like brushing his fingers up your thigh or against your ass.

Ben

Ben is a hopeless romantic and would love the stereotype of having your first time being special with rose petals and silk sheets and candles, but obviously in the glade that’s not really feasible so let’s just close our eyes and pretend.

Gets embarrassed very easily when thinking about anything outside the box and will blush like a sinner in church. Eager to try anything you want to but gets kind of nervous the more adventurous they get. Refuses to try anything that could hurt you and it takes a lot of convincing for him to try anything like choking.

Brenda

Very kinky. Like the queen of kinks. And 100% a switch but dom leaning, if that makes sense. Very adventurous and always trying new things.

Doesn’t have many boundaries, and keeping it to the bedroom is a conservative idea to her. Will tease you in public, like full on getting you off with her hand under the table, or pulling you around the corner of a building to make out with you.

Clint

Very gentle and loves to take his time. Not really that vocal, and any sounds you make will make him blush but he loves them. He uses the noises you make to let him know what you like best.

Has to build up a lot of courage to let you know he’s interested but the more he does it the easier it is for him and he slowly becomes more and more shameless about it.

Frypan

Frypan has a very high sex drive. Any time you’re interested, he’s interested and he can last for a surprising amount of time.

Makes jokes during sex, but only in the begining when things are still a little playful. After that he gets a little more serious and then he’s down to business, doing his best to make sure you both get thoroughly satisfied.

Always makes sure you guys don’t have anything planned after sex because you will be too tired to do anything.

Gally

Sort of intense and serious in the moment but that just means he’s passionate. Very passionate.

He has a lot of stamina but not like ‘multiple rounds’ stamina, instead ‘one round lasts over an hour’ stamina. This is because he’s a builder and is in pretty good shape.

Because he’s so strong he has a habit of manhandling you whenever he wants something. Picking you up and laying you on the bed, positioning you far too easily right in the middle of sex so he can get a better angle, holding your hips down while he eats you out so you’re not squirming so much.

Harriet

100% A top all the time. Full fem!dom style, but in a different way then Brenda. Brenda gives me ‘latex suit and heels to step on you with’ dom whereas Harriet gives me ‘holding you by your hair while she pegs your ass doggy style’ vibes.

Will pointingly leave marks on you to let other people know you belong to her.

She’s also shameless about sex and will make innuendos in front of anyone.

Jeff

This is surprisingly good with his hands, and that’s really all he needs to get you off, tease you, or absolutely drive you mad.

He loves to see you riding him, not only because he’s a switch leaning towards a bottom and loves to see you on top of him and completely in control while he’s fucking you but also because he loves that he gets to see very inch of you.

Minho

Hate to say this but his pleasure is definitely more important to him than yours is though I don’t think he realizes that.

Amazing with his mouth, though. That man is very very talented with his mouth, his confidence had to come from somewhere.

Very confident in bed and this comes out by him being very dominant. He is always in control and not in a conscious way but in the ‘I want to do this so I’m going to do this and you’re not gonna stop me’ way.

Newt

A very thoughtful lover. Will spend hours upon hours just figuring out what you love best/where all your sweet spots are.

Will use these sweetspots against you to get you to do things he says outside of sex. He also uses them to tease you in public/get you horny.

Loves a vocal lover. Those are his favorite, every sound you make is like music to his ears and he will make it a little challenge with himself to see how loud he can get you. But on the same side of the coin he loves when you have to try and be quiet cause it just accentuates how much he affects you, watching you choke down moans and whimpers.

Teresa

She’s sort of scientific about it, not to be stereotypical but she definitely read some sort of medical book first to figure out all of the erogenous zones.

Likes to mark you up but in a subtle way, like under your clothes and out of sight, just for her to see as a reminder of your guys’ past times together.

Will ride your face while praising you. It just makes sense.

Thomas

His favorite time to have sex is early in the morning, when you guys are both still half awake and it’s all lazy and slow and you guys just take your time and appreciate it.

As we know he loves to do crazy shit without thinking of the consequences, so he most definitely is adventurous in bed. The second he discovered bondage, ofr yourself or for him, he fell in love. That is definitely his biggest kink.

Sonya

Very sweet and caring lover. Takes care of you thoroughly before taking care of herself, but isn’t completely selfless because the second you’re satisfied she is taking what she wants.

Teases you verbally the entire time, and despite being a sweet and caring lover she is absolutely into degrading her partner. She also loves to tease you in public, leaning over to whisper in your ear what she wants to do to you/have done to her later.

Winston

Loves foreplay. He could make out with you and grope like teenagers for hours before sex, he literally never gets tired of it.

So good with his mouth. Like surprisingly good with his mouth. Takes you apart in moments good with his mouth.

Very rough during actual sex and he feels sort of bad about it at first and tries to be gentler, especially if you bruise easily, but the minute you give him the go ahead it’s like unleashing an entirely new person.

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gladerscake · 3 years

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Aris x Reader Headcanons

To the anon who wanted more Aris content - here it is! Hope you enjoy!

The first time you see him in the cafeteria, you don’t think much of him. Just that he is the antisocial “loner” type and doesn’t enjoy all the noise and people bustling around, so you decide against approaching him.

However, you also can’t help but notice how anxious he looks. You assume he just needs space to deal with whatever trauma he must’ve brought back from his time in his Maze. That seems perfectly understandable to you. After all, none of you had managed to get to this point completely unscathed. You all had scars, both physical and mental, and if this detached-looking boy wanted to keep to himself for a while, then you would simply leave him be.

The last thing you expected was for him to suddenly emerge from under Thomas’ bunk bed and tell him that there’s something he needed to see.

Your curiosity sparked, your first instinct is to go with, but Thomas asks you to stay behind, to which you, begrudgingly, agree.

Before him and Aris disappear into the vent, you manage to catch the skinnier boy’s gaze lingering on you for a moment too long, scanning you, almost.

You immediately notice how blue his eyes are. So very blue and bright, like crystals.

That smallest of actions surprises you with how... nice it makes you feel. Even if it is for a couple of seconds, a mere fleeting moment.

The next day you finally decide to approach him, casually sitting yourself across from him, pulling on the lightest of smiles.

At first he stares at you, dumbfounded, visibly tensing up by the sudden initiation and attention. From a girl... a rather pretty girl, no less.

Not that he hasn’t seen a girl before. He has, his Maze was nothing but girls. Yet, he never felt any type of romantic attraction towards any of them. Sonya came the closest to that, as she had managed to become a good friend to him. However, circumstances caused them to separate, and now he was, well... alone.

You assure him that he has nothing to be nervous about, that you’re just curious to know whatever he knows about this place and what it was that he just had to show Thomas last night.

Despite not wanting him the feel awkward or nervous, you find it kind of cute. Something about Aris almost makes you want to give him a hug and tell him it’s all going to be okay.

He doesn’t say much at first, resorting to shy mumbling and... blushing? Why would he blush?

After a few attempts at lighthearted conversation, you finally manage to get him talking and opening up about his worries concerning this place. What you learn from him in regards to his and Thomas’ little vent adventure makes your heart drop. Did you all really run straight into WICKED’s waiting arms, after fighting so hard to escape them? Shit... You had hoped that finally, maybe, you would get a chance at a semi-normal existence. But apparently that isn’t in the cards for you, not yet, at least.

Aris watches as your smile fades, your expression turns from comforting to grim, and for a reason he can’t yet explain, he feels like crap about it. He hates to be the bearer of bad news and he wished he could tell you that the peaceful life you had hoped for was just around the corner... But he couldn’t. He never did enjoy lying.

All in the midst of your escape into the Scorch, Aris tries to stay closer to you. He knows he doesn’t have much muscle power to offer when it comes to fighting off guards and soldiers, but he does a great job at using his agility and quick reaction skills to pull you away from one of them when you are this close to being grabbed.

After that, Aris keeps a close eye on you. He tries to be subtle, but he isn’t very good at it. You catch him glancing at you all the time, and the way he immediately looks away in shyness would make you giggle, if it weren’t for all the sand in your face and the intense heat making you all miserable.

Something about you makes Aris gravitate towards you. As shy and reserved as he is, he actually manages to talk to you without stuttering, and even if he does stumble on his words, he knows you wouldn’t laugh at him. Your presence comforts him, your voice eases his prickling nerves, even the faintest of smiles from you is enough to reassure him that somehow, eventually, you’ll find your way to a better life and be exactly where you’re meant to be. He can’t explain it, but whatever it is, he can just feel that it’s something worth holding onto.

As you make camp for the night, after Winston’s death, he shuffles closer to you, tentatively asking if you’re okay. He might not know how close you were with him, but he is quick to offer you comfort, a listening ear, or even a shoulder to lean on, if you need it.

His attempts are sweet, and you find yourself being drawn closer to him, despite the horribleness that surrounds you. Upon closer look, in the golden glow of the small fire, Aris seems rather handsome, you have to admit. His lean build, his striking blue eyes, his pallid skin and smooth jawline, he looked almost like an elf, in the best possible way. That night, you find yourself falling asleep on his shoulder, your heart skipping a beat as his soft breathing sounds so close to your ear and slightly tickles your skin.

Aris’ reunion with Harriet and Sonya comes as a huge surprise, but seeing how happy and relieved he is to find that at least two of his close friends are still alive makes you happy as well. The way he squeezes Sonya in a tight hug shoots a foreign pang of jealousy through your heart, but you brush it off as quickly as it comes. That closeness, that... thing that you and Aris have come to discreetly share... There was no way that he didn’t feel it too, and you knew it.

You are proven right a mere few hours later, when Aris lures you away from Thomas, Minho, Newt, and Frypan, offering to eat with him and the girls. He sounds excited when he introduces you to them, and both, Sonya and Harriet, seem perfectly friendly and welcoming. A stark contrast to your first meeting. There are definitely no more rifles pointing at your head, and you’re immensely happy about that.

After you’re done with your food, he softly asks if you would like to go watch the sunset with him. As cliche as it sounds, you can’t find it in your heart to refuse. You don’t want to, if you’re being completely honest. The thought of spending some quiet time alone with him fills you with warmth, and so does his shy smile and blushing cheeks.

Surprising even himself, Aris manages to work up the courage to take your hand as you two watch the sun slowly disappear into the horizon, and you marvel at the way his long fingers interlock so perfectly with your own.

You can’t help yourself as you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his smooth cheek.

His face immediately flashes crimson, and you have to fight back a giggle at the sight. The way he seems to freeze in place is endearing, adorable, and makes you like him even more.

Aris, indeed, feels his muscles go rigid, his breath catching in his throat. The soft impression of your lips on his cheek burned on his skin, seemingly spreading warmth throughout his whole body. He finds it harder to breathe, as if just one wrong movement might scare you away.

You ease his racing mind and heart as you lay your head on his shoulder, tightening your hold on his hand. After a few minutes, you feel his body relaxing as he gently squeezes your hand, brushing his thumb over your skin in a soothing motion.

You don’t know how long this moment is going to last, but you sure don’t want it to end too soon. Neither does Aris, and as the sun finally sets, he pulls your closer into his side, whispering how lucky he is to have met you.

Thank you for reading!

#this is large #i probably could have made it into an imagine #lmao #im still new to this #the maze runner #aris x reader #the scorch trials #aris jones #aris imagine #tmr aris #aris headcanons #tmr aris x reader #tmr headcanons #gladers #tmr #aris tst #aris x y/n

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rai-wick · 4 years

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Gally x Reader Chapter 27: Lost

Y/N'S POV

I finished dressing and sat at a ridge overlooking the valley. Turning a small black circular stone over in my hand as I was lost in thoughts, I didn't hear Newt approach and sit next to me until he gave me a slight nudge. I looked up at him and he tilted his head slightly as if to ask"Are you okay?". I gave a shrug in reply as Minho and Frypan made their way to the ridge. We sat in silence which seemed given because no one had spoken since the 'revelation'.

There was a crunching of dry grass as Thomas made his way to a rock on my other side and he sat down with a soft sigh.

"I wish Alby could've seen this"Newt said looking out onto the valley.

"And Winston"Frypan nodded.

"And Chuck"Thomas added, clutching the small wood figure that Chuck had given him.

"And Gally" I thought to myself but didn't dare to say out loud.

"He'd be proud of you, you know, Tommy"I told him as he looked at me, nodding.

"Hey Aris!"Frypan shouted down to Aris who was sitting with Harriet and Sonya then upon seeing us, waved back"I kinda like that kid"He said with a smile.

"Yeah still don't trust him though"Minho squinted and muttered as we all chuckled.

"Hey where's Teresa?"Thomas asked.

"She went up there"Newt pointed to where Teresa was standing, staring out into the mountains. Thomas then made his way to her while the rest of us stayed where we were. I saw Newt blow on his hands to try warm them up in the cold wind. Our eyes met and I gave him a shy smile before covering his hands with mine, ignoring the heat I felt in my face.

"Unlike you idjits, I actually choose decent warm clothes with good pockets"He rolled his eyes, his cheeks pink but he didn't move his hands away as we watched nightfall. I was staring out onto the horizon when I noticed two lights which I originally thought were stars, were now getting bigger as well as a deep rumbling noise beginning. I pulled my hands away from Newt's and jumped up.

"_______? What's wrong?"He asked as Minho and Frypan turned to us. I just pointed to the horizon where the two helicopters were fast approaching.

"Shit!"We ran down the ridge just as the helicopters threw their first bomb. Panic ensued as WICKD swat teams landed and began firing tasers at everyone.

"Where's Thomas"Frypan asked as we threw ourselves behind some rusty barrels.

"Harriet! Ammo!"Vince yelled from a truck as he shot at the soldiers.

"Vince! Harriet!"Minho shouted, running towards them, the rest of us following behind"How can we help?"

"You need to cover us!"

"Hey! Do you know how to use this thing?"Vince shoved a gun into Minho's arms who nodded"Cover me! This fifty's our only chance!"Vince prepared his barrel gun as Harriet threw me a rifle and I took position opposite Minho to cover them. We aimed and fired to the best of our abilities. I saw one of the soldiers press something in his hand and I realised with a shiver, it was a shock bomb.

"Look out!"I grabbed Newt but my world went black before I could dive away. I woke up groggily as I was forced into a kneeling position between Minho and Newt. One of the soldiers grabbed my neck and scanned it before calling out "A-3" I saw Janson approach the soldiers and my blood boiled with rage. I was about to get up when I felt Newt grab my hand and violently shake his head.

"Now's not the time, _____"I scowled and slumped down.

"Where's Thomas?"Janson asked, looing around.

"Right here" We all turned to see Thomas being grabbed and brought before Janson who smirked.

"Thomas"Janson's smirk grew as he punched him in the gut, making him double over"Get him in line"He was forced down next to Minho"Okay, bring her in"Janson whispered to one of the men.

"Why didn't you run?"Minho panted to Thomas.

"I'm tired of running"He replied with a shake of his head. We watched as a third helicopter approached, blowing dust into our faces. It touched down and the cargo door opened, revealing the face of a woman who seemed like nothing more than nightmares before to me.

"Is this all of them"She asked Janson with a curt voice.

"Most of them. It'll be enough"He replied. She nodded and told him to start loading us in. As they grabbed people and shoving them into the helicopters, She gestured for Thomas and I to be brought before her.

"Hello Thomas, _______"She glanced at me with disgust before turning back to Thomas who stared at her with repulsion. The soldiers brought Teresa over and at first I felt relief she wasn't dead. This relief changed to anger when Ava pulled her close.

"I'm glad you're safe"

"What the hell"I tried to keep my voice level as Minho, Newt and Frypan stood up in shock.

"Wait, what's going on?"Newt furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"She's with them"Thomas replied, staring hard at her.

"Since when?"Minho turned to Thomas.

"Oh, Teresa's always had an evolved appreciation of the greater good"Janson said"Once we restored her memories, it was only a matter of time"

"I'm sorry"Teresa looked around at all of us as we stared at her in shock and disgust"I had no choice. This is the only way. We have to find a cure"

"She's right. This is all just a means to an end"Ava butted in"Both of you used to understand that"She turned back to Thomas and I"No matter what you think of me, I am not a monster. I am a doctor. I swore an oath to find a cure! No matter the cost"She sighed"I just need more time"

"More blood"Mary replied behind us.

"Hello, Mary. I hoped we'd meet again"Ava said softly"I'm sorry it had to be under these circumstances"

"I'm sorry about a lot of things too. But not this. At least my conscience is clear"Mary shook her head.

"So is mine"Ava said before we heard a gunshot and Mary crumpled to the ground.

"Mary! Mary! Mary!"Vince clutched her as I looked back to see Janson holding the gun that killed her.

"Let's go Janson"Ava turned away.

"Sonya! Aris"Harriet yelled as they were grabbed. A soldier took Thomas who pulled out a detonator and hit in in the face with it.

"Everyone back!"Thomas yelled as we all made a circle around him"Let them go"

"Thomas, put it down"Janson said.

"Let 'em all go!"Thomas yelled.

"You know I can't do that!"Ava shouted.

"Thomas, please stop"Teresa pleaded"I made a deal with them. They promised we'd all be safe. All of us"She nodded at Ava who stared ahead at Thomas.

"And I'm supposed to trust you now?"

"It's true. It was her only condition"Ava explained.

"Shut up!"

"Everything can go back to the way it was. Thomas..."Ava stepped closer"Do you really want all them to die?"Thomas looked back at us.

"Listen to her, Thomas. Think about what you're doing"Janson inched closer. I made my way to Thomas as did Minho, Newt and Frypan, taking our place next to him.

"We're with you, Thomas"I said, keeping the fear and shaking out of my voice. Ava and her people began to step away"Do it Thomas. We're ready"

"We're not going back there"Thomas told Ava"It's the only way"He put his thumb on the detonation button. We all closed our eyes, bracing ourselves when we heard a truck horn blaring. We stared in shock as we saw Jorge shouting manically as he drove towards an empty helicopter, sending it crashing.

"Move!"At once, everyone split and run in all directions. I turned to see a soldier aiming his taser rifle at Thomas, yelling at him to drop his bomb.He pressed the button before throwing it at them as we all got down.

The bomb exploded as Ava was rushed into a helicopter. I was just getting up when I felt someone grab me and turn me over. I looked up to see Janson who punched me in the face before aiming his gun at me and I felt myself freeze as my blood ran cold.

"What a wast-"His sentence was cut off as I saw Newt shoot him in the shoulder. He groaned and aimed his gun at Newt. Just then, another shot was fired, almost hitting his ear, throwing him backwards. I looked up to see Brenda before grabbing onto Newt's hand and bolting away.

"Go on, get outta here!"Minho yelled, covering for us as we ran and ducked behind some cargo boxes. As Minho was reloading, one of the soldiers fired a taser bullet right in his chest. He kneeled over a crate, looking back at us.

"Minho!"Thomas ran towards him but Newt grabbed him back as bullets rained down"Minho!"He scrambled to get him as Minho was pulled away. Jorge dragged Thomas who was screaming and we ran to the ridge for safety, watching as WICKD took Minho away from us.

~THE NEXT MORNING~

We worked the rest of the night, clearing the camp and finding out what exactly our losses were. We worked mostly in silence, a dark heavy silence. I was shifting through boxes looking for more ammo when I heard someone approaching. I looked up to see Newt holding up some pellets.

"I found them scattered around. I don't know if they're worth anything but..."He didn't finish but just held his hand out.

"Thanks"I took them, looking down in my hand and Newt turned to go"Wait, Newt"He looked back as I approached him"Thank you, not just for the bullets, but for saving my life"

"You're welcome, _______. We suffered enough, losing you would have been too much for me to bear"His eyes softened as he wiped some grime off my cheek. I nodded shakily in reponse and looked away "Come on" We made our way to where everyone was seated.

"What do we do now?"Frypan asked.

"Well, we pick up what's left of us"Vince sighed"We stick to the plan. We get you kids to the safe haven"He stood warily"Then we start over, I guess"

"I'm not going with you"Thomas stated as he slung a bag over his shoulder.

"What?"

"I made a promise to Minho. I wouldn't leave him behind. I have to go after him"He replied. I looked at Newt and Frypan as we stood up.

"Hey kid, look around you"Vince gestured"WICKD just kicked our ass. You think about where you're headed"

"I'm not asking anyone to come with me"Thomas shrugged.

"Thomas, listen to me"Newt stepped towards him"I've known Minho for...well as long as I can remember. So if there was any way that we could help him, trust me, I would be up there standing next to you. This, what you're talking about, is impossible"

"More like suicide"Jorge added as he and Brenda came over.

"Maybe"Thomas admitted"But I know what I'm supposed to do now. It's not just about Minho. It's about all of us. It's about everyone WICKD's ever taken, everyone they will take. They'll never stop. They'll never stop so I'm gonna stop them. I'm gonna kill Ava Paige"

"I have to admit, I'd like some revenge"Harriet said.

"Well, that's a good speech kid"Vince sighed"So what's your plan?"We all looked up at Thomas who's eyes flashed.

"We burn it all down"

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#the maze runner #gally imagine #gally x reader #gally imagines #maze runner gally #gally masterlist #newt maze runner #thomas maze runner #maze runner minho

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bruh--wtf · 4 years

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A Message

Thomas x Reader

The Scorch Trials - the first movie is part of the series. Highly suggest reading it first for it to make sense.

Summary: The reader, Thomas, and the remaining Gladers are thrown into the outside world, and quickly have to figure out what life is like outside of the Maze. Thomas, with his memories returning, doesn't know what he should and what he shouldn't tell the reader.

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You felt the tears streaming down your cheeks. You blinked and suddenly you were sitting down, your head in someone's shoulderr as you cried. Eventually you picked your head up, and blinked again. Thomas? But it was a younger Thomas.

"Can I redo that thank you?" You felt yourself whisper. Younger Thomas nodded.

"Yeah, sure." You felt yourself leaning forward. Wait what?! When you closed your eyes again, you realized that you were kissing Thomas. Why? What happened? What's going on?

"At least you'll have a good memory of me now." After a second of silence between the two of you you said something again. "Thank you." It was softer, the joke gone.

"Your welcome." You felt yourself smiling, what was happening crashing through your mind. The whole day, coming back to you. Flashes of before the maze, but that day. It was clear. Every detail.

You woke up. Your eyes widened and Minho looked over at you. He shifted to face you.

"Morning," he says. You sit up, in shock. You didn't know why you remembered, but you did. "What is it?" He asks.

You look up at him. You stand up, looking around. "You were pretty messed up when we found you, are you alright?" Minho asks. You glance over at Jorge, who was hitting the man from the party.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine."

"Y/N, you were crying. I've never seen you cry in the three years that I've known you," Minho says. You look down at him.

"Yeah, well, seeing things will do that to you," you say.

"Seeing things?" Minho asks. You nod, scratching your neck.

"I was hallucinating on whatever that shank gave us," you say, gesturing to the man as Jorge hits him again. You notice Teresa sitting by a sleeping Thomas. "Is he alright?"

"Yeah, he just hasn't woken up yet. You were in worse shape than he was, though," Minho says. You fake a smile at him.

"Ha ha."

"No, but I'm curious. What were you seeing?" Minho asks. You look at him, you clear your throat, shaking your head.

Minho opens his mouth then he sees something. He nods towards Thomas and walks over.

"Welcome back, ya ugly shank," Minho says. Just after that, Thomas sits up. He looked kind of freaked out. He looks at Brenda for a second, then you as you walk over. What were you supposed to say to him? Hey, do you remember kissing me three years ago? No!

"You son of a bitch!" Jorge yells, and punches the man. You look over and Thomas gets up.

"I'm sorry, you're going to have to leave my house," he says.

"Looks like you've been having fun," Newt says as you both walk over. You whack the back of his head lightly.

"Shut up," you say, sitting on the edge of the couch next to where he was sitting.

"I don't enjoy hurting you," Jorge says. "Where is the Right Arm, Marcus?" Marcus? So that shank lied to you? You glanced at Brenda who was looking at Thomas. Wait. They kissed. Or did you hallucinate that too?

"This is Marcus?" Thomas asks, stepping forward. Marcus laughs.

"The kid catches on quick. Are you the brains of the operation, uh- ah ah-" he stops as Jorge grabs his hair, pulling his head back.

"I know you know where they are hiding. So you tell me. And I'll make you a deal." Marcus laughs. "You can come with us."

"I burned that bridge a long time ago. Besides, I make my own deal. You're the on who taught me to never miss an opportunity." Marcus laugh sounded maniacal.

"What's he talking about?" You ask. Marcus looks over at you. He gasps.

"Oh? Did they finally stop?" He asks. You clench your jaw, you saw your friends look at you. You felt like punching this shank. "Uh, and to answer your question, I'm talking about supply and demand. WCKD wants all the immunes they can get. I help provide that for them." He pauses and you watch him. "So, I lure the kids in, they get drunk, they have a good time, and then later WCKD comes in..." He looks at Brenda.

"I changed my mind. I do enjoy hurting you," Jorge says. He then kicks Marcus, knocking his chair over. Marcus was still laughing until Jorge starts choking him. "Talk!"

"Okay, okay, Jesus! See, the problem is, these guys like to move around..." Jorge drags the chair back upright. "They have an outpost in the mountains. But it's a long way away. You got a half a week and you're never gonna make it." He laughs again.

"Not on foot," Jorge says. He crouches down, slapping Marcus's chest. "There's Bertha." Marcus frowns.

"N-Not Bertha." He looked like he was going to cry.

Later, you found yourselves on the road. In a car. Jorge looked back at Minho, who had his head down slightly. Then he glanced at you. You were looking out the window, you liked watching it all go by. But then you looked at Newt, who smiled. He was loving this. You smiled a little.

Eventually, Jorge stopped the car. You looked forward, and quickly got out, seeing the jam of cars ahead.

"Well, I guess we're on foot," Jorge says. You all start walking, looking around. Newt had told you your book was in Minho's bag. You bit your lip, looking at Thomas. The two of you a little behind the group.

"Thomas?" You ask. He looks at you, but nods towards the car he was standing at. You go forward, seeing a bullet hole in a car windshield. Then a shot goes off on the car hood.

"Take cover!" Newt yells.

Thomas pulls you down, holding you with his back against the car. His arm was around you, and you heard shots going off. They echoed through the mountains, but they stopped quickly.

"Everyone okay?!" You call.

"We're fine!" Teresa yells.

"Anyone know where those bloody shots came from?!" Newt yells.

"This is what I get for asking Marcus," Jorge says. You and Thomas look at him, he was digging in his pockets. "He led us into an ambush. You turned out of Thomas's grasp, poking your head out to look up, trying to find where the people might be.

A shot goes off right next to your head and you duck back down.

"What do we do?" Thomas asks Jorge.

"Here." He hands Thomas something. "Hold this. It'll create a diversion. Get ready to chuck it." He opens a button, and Thoma sits up a little bit. "Everybody! Get set to sprint back to the truck! And hold your ears!"

Then he whispers to Thomas. "Ready, one, two-" there's a clicking from behind Jorge. You all freeze.

"Drop it." You look back to see two girls holding guns at you. "I said drop it! Lets go, on your feet! Back up!" The girl yells.

The other girl starts yelling too, giving you all orders. You all start standing up, them pushing you back towards the others. The first girl looks behind you and lowers her gun slightly.

"Aris?" She asks. You look back at the boy. The girl takes her mask off and Aris goes forward.

"Oh my god, Harriet?!" Aris exclaims. The girl runs forward, embracing the boy.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" The girl exclaims. The blonde girl takes off her mask too.

Aris turns to her. "Sonya," he says and she hugs him.

"Aris, you're lucky we didn't shoot your dumbass." You see Newt and Thomas exchange a look.

"Uh, what's happening?" Minho asks.

"We were in the maze together," Aris explains. The girl, Harriet, whistles.

"We're clear, guys, come on out!" She yells. People start showing themselves in the mountains. They start showing you all to the other side.

"Wait so, how did you guys get here?" Aris asks.

"The Right Arm got us out," Harriet says.

"Wait, wait," Thomas says, walking up to her. "The Right Arm. Do you know who they are?" Harriet smirks, opens the door, and nods to the car.

"Hop in."

When the cars come to a stop again you see a camp. The girls keep explaining while you looked around. You walked down a hill.

"You guys are lucky you found us when you did," Sonya says. "We're moving out at first light. Where's Vince?" She asks someone. You continued to take in the place.

"Who's Vince?" Thomas asks. You kept looking around like you were trying to find something. You just didn't know what.

"He's the one that decides if you get to stay," Harriet says.

"I thought the Right Arm was supposed to be an army," Minho says. You snap your attention back to the group.

"Yeah, we were! This is all that's left of us," a man says as he walks up to you. "Lot of good people died getting us this far." You straighten up. He was Vince. He was the leader. You knew it. "Who are they?"

"They're immunes. Caught em coming up the mountain," Harriet says.

"Did you check em?" Vince asks. Harriet points to Aris.

"I know this guy, Aris. I trust him."

"I don't. Check em," Vince nods to a guy nesr your group.

"Hey boss," he says, gesturing towards Brenda as she falls.

"Brenda! Brenda!" Jorge says, rushing to her side. You look at Thomas. You both knew what was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Vince asks. He crouches down as Jorge picks up Brenda.

"Talk to me."

"I'm sorry," she starts repeating. Vince puts a hand on Jorge's shoulder.

"What's going on with her?" Jorge ignore him, and Vince looks down at Brenda's bandage. He peels it down and quickly jumps back, pulling out a gun.

"Crank, we got a crank!" Vince yells. Jorge yells, pulling Brenda back. You jump infront of Brenda.

"Ay! Wait! Calm down!" Vince points away.

"Get back!" He yells. You don't budge.

"Just listen for two seconds, alright?! This just happened. She isn't dangerous!"

"You shouldn't have brought her here!" He tries to push you back, but again you don't budge. "If we let cranks in here now, the safe haven doesn't last a week!"

"I know that, okay?! I understand. There has to be something you can do," you say. He nods.

"Yeah, there is." He clicks the gun. "I can put her out of her misery."

"No!" Jorge yells.

"Vince! That's enough!" A woman yells, appearing behind him. "Let him go! Let him go!"

She runs up behind Vince. "She's been infected, Doc. There's nothing we can do for her."

She looks past you and smiles suddenly. "No. But he can," she says, looking at Thomas. You look over at him. "Hello, Thomas."

"You know me?" Thomas asks. The woman nods sadly, looking at him.

"Interesting," she says and looks down at Brenda. "Makes sense they put you in the maze." She then goes down to look closer at Brenda. You looked at Thomas who looked at the woman. "Though, I must admit, I was worried they'd kill you after what you did."

"What I did?" Thomas asks. The woman puts Brenda's wrist down and looks back at Thomas.

"The first time we spoke, you said you couldn't take it anymore. Watching your friends die one by one." You watched as all the gladers looked at Thomas. "The last time we spoke, you gave me the coordinates of every WCKD compound, trial, and lab."

Vince looks at him. "He was our source."

"We couldn't have pulled all this off without him," the woman says. You glance at her and she looks at you. She smiles. "Take her to the tent," she says about Brenda. "Get these guys some warm clothes. It's the least we can do. Thomas, come on."

Thomas glances at you, but follows the woman. You look back at the guys in shock. You definitely needed to tell them you were remembering. But how the hell do you do that?

"But why?" You hear as you walk up to the tent. You walk inside, the woman looks at you and smiles. "Y/N. It's nice to finally meet you." She nods her head at you, but goes back to what she was doing.

"Uh, you too," you say, and look at Thomas. He shrugs, and looks at the woman again as she stsrts talking.

"Eventually, I found an answer. An enzyme produced by the brains of the immune. Once separated from the blood stream, it can serve as a powerful agent to slow the spread of the virus." You look at her.

"So, you found a cure, Thomas says. The woman shakes her head.

"Not exactly. The enzyme can't be manufactured. Only harvested from the immune. The young. Of course that didn't stop WCKD. If they had their way, they'd sacrifice an entire generation. All, for this," she says, and holds up a needle. "A gift of evolution."

"But. One not meant for all of us," she adds. She walks over and gives Brenda the shot.

"How long will that give her?" You ask.

"It's different for everyone. A few months, maybe. But that's the catch, isn't it? She'll always need more."

"Lets go outside. Let them rest," she says to Jorge. You glance at Thomas and Brenda. You knew she didn't mean you too, but you didn't want to be in there with just the two of them. Not when you weren't sure about your hallucinations. Or your past with Thomas. If he remembers it... that's a whole other reason not to bring it up. You quickly walk out of the tent. You walk back over to your friends.

Aris was laughing with his friends. But you were sitting with the other gladers. The boys. When Thomas walked over, you licked your lips.

"I wish Alby could have seen all this," Newt says. You look at him, nodding.

"And Winston," Frypan says.

"And Chuck," Thomas says, he was holding Chuck's wooden figure. You looked out at the camp.

"They'd be proud of us for getting as far as we have," you say, looking down. "For staying together." You look around at your friends. "You guys know that, right?"

They nod and you hear a 'yeah' from Thomas. You look over at him and you were all silent for another minute. Now wasn't the time to tell them. You didn't know when would be, but this wasn't it.

"Hey, Aris!" Frypan yells down. Aris looks up at you all, and waves.

"Hey, guys!"

"You know, I kinda like that kid," Frypan says. You chuckle.

"Yeah... still don't trust him though," Minho says. You all laugh a little.

"Hey, where's Teresa?" Thomas asks. You point further up the mountain.

"She went up there a little while ago," you say. Thomas gets up, and goes over to get to her.

You were watching the sky. It's beautiful clouds. You were hoping for a good night sleep. You hadn't had one in over a week. Maybe over three years, if you're really honest. But... things weren't that easy.

#tmr newt #tmr thomas #tmr teresa #tmr minho #tmr brenda #tmr aris #tmr jorge #thomas x reader #thomas maze runner #the maze runner #the scorch trials

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yeeharley · 4 years

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take me back to the night we met

The sunset on the beach is oddly silent. Peaceful. Casting shadows over the shore of the beach, every rock lengthened by its silent echo. Bathing the rescued in that pale pink light that used to grace the Glade just before night fell and the Grievers rose.

Thomas feels like there should be a bit more fanfare.

Nothing big, of course- what do they have to celebrate, if not only their collective survival?

They’ve lost nearly all of their numbers. Five of the original Gladers are still breathing. Sonya and Harriet are the only two left from Group B.

They’ve just been decimated. God, that’s the only word for what happened to them- they’ve been destroyed, ruined, massacred to the point where their full count is but a fraction of what it once was.

They’re broken.

He feels ruined.

It’s with a heavy heart and the buzz of shock in the back of his mind that Thomas sits, falling hard into the sand. He faces the sunset. Feels as the waves lap at his bare feet, at the hem of his trousers. He’s been covered in a golden glow, doused in sunlight, and for a moment, he thinks he could just-

He could float away, right now, and be happy.

He could be so, so happy.

Thomas sits for a few minutes in silence, listening to the sound of trees rustling in the gentle breeze that sends foam rising above the surface of the water and rifts wispy clouds across the sky.

It’s painted like a portrait, that dome of color above him. Pinks and oranges and deep, deep purple on the horizon, giving way to the deep silence of night.

Tilting his head back, he takes a deep breath in through his nose, bringing in salt and something clear and gentle and warm that he can’t seem to put a name to. Thomas stays like that, breathing, putting all of his effort into the simple act of pulling air into his lungs, for what feels like hours but probably isn’t more than ten minutes.

Just as the sun sinks below the horizon, the sound of sand shifting between feet reaches his ears. He turns, looking up in a way that sends a jolt of pain through his stiff neck, to see a tall figure making his way across the beach, coming from the direction the others have set up camp in.

Taller than Minho. Thinner, too.

Newt’s blond hair shines in the after-dusk light. It’s tangled and dirty from the events of the day, blood matted into a strand beside his ear, and Thomas has the sudden urge to help him get that blood out- after what’s happened to him, Newt deserves to never bleed again.

They all deserve to never bleed again.

He smiles as Newt sits beside him, long legs folding beneath his body. Pats the sand right next to his leg. The blond boy takes his invitation, scooting closer in a way that sends sand flying across his legs.

“Tommy,” he says, voice quiet in greeting.

The emotion that fills Thomas’s throat at the familiar way Newt’s always said his name clogs up his windpipe, his vocal cords. He chokes out a quiet sob, wincing at the stinging in his eyes, and brushes an arm across his face as if it can keep Newt from seeing his tears.

He’s had two nicknames in his life- at least, two that he can remember.

Tommy.

Tom.

Teresa is dead.

“Hey,” Newt murmurs, holding his arm out in a silent gesture of solidarity. Thomas sniffs, leaning into him, and wraps his own arm around Newt’s slim shoulders. Hair tickles his cheek as he lays his head on Thomas’s shoulder.

“We’re alive,” he croaks, wincing as a tear runs down his cheek.

Newt’s chest rises once, deep and careful, and he nods.

“We are.”

It’s an impulsive thing, what Thomas does next, but he finds that, after nearly dying as many times as he has, he doesn’t care very much. He’s gentle when he lifts Newt’s head up from his shoulder, one hand cupping the slant of his jaw, fingers resting just behind his hear.

Newt’s dark eyes are wide in the low light cast down by the stars. He stares at Thomas, lips parted slightly. Surprised.

But he doesn’t pull away.

It’s a gentle kiss, the one that Thomas leans in to press against Newt’s lips. Just a simple peck. His lips are chapped and cracked. Taste like metal- like blood.

He pulls back, expecting some sort of backlash, some kind of expression of disgust written across Newt’s face. But what he gets is wide, shining eyes and an even wider grin.

Newt leans in, this time, sending butterflies through Thomas’s stomach. His hands land on both sides of his face, cupping his jaw carefully, and Thomas places his hands on Newt’s shoulders. Stringy muscle tenses beneath his palms, but neither of them pull away.

Beneath the stars of the last safe place, Newt whispers three words in Thomas’s ear.

Beneath the stars of the last safe place, Thomas whispers them right back before pressing another kiss to his forehead.

Beneath the stars of the last safe place, the last of the Gladers finally rest.

#okay so those last three words were i love you #but they def could've been please tommy please i was just fuckin with ya'll #the potential lmao im so mean #anon i hope you like i wanted to post it separately for the formatting #the maze runner #thomas #newt #newtmas #i think? it's been so long lmao

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peterspideyy · 4 years

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chapter 11 | never look back

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“i suggest that you talk, you son of a bitch!” jorge shouted, punching the man from earlier in the face, who was bruised and bloody. you gasped, only just walking into the room with peter. he squeezed your hand, walking you both over to newt who smiled at you, giving you a side hug.

“never go off again.” newt mumbled, making you nod.

“i’ve already had him tell me that.” you chuckled, pointing at peter who laughed as well.

you looked at thomas, noticing he was only just getting up as well. he grinned at you slightly, walking over to where the man was grunting.

“i’m sorry, you’re going to have to leave my house.” he replied.

“listen, i don’t enjoy hurting you. okay? where is the right arm, marcus?”

you froze, “this is marcus?”

he laughed, “the kid catches on quick. are you the brains of the operation?”

he was interrupted by jorge, pulling his head back by his hair, “i know you know where they’re hiding. so you tell me, and i’ll make you a deal. you can come with us.”

“i burned that bridge a long time ago,” he laughed, shaking his head, “besides, i made my own deal. you’re the one who taught me, never miss an opportunity.”

“what’s he taking about?” newt questioned, titling his head.

“i’m talking about supply and demand. wicked wants all the immunes they can get. i help provide that for them. so i lure the kids in, they get drunk, they have a good time. and then, later, wicked comes in...they separate the wheat from the chaff.”

you looked down.

“i changed my mind, hermano. i do enjoy hurting you.” he smiled, before kicking his chair, causing marcus to fly back and hit the ground. jorge took his gun out, making you all stand up, before he walked over to him, and placed it underneath marcus’ chin.

“talk!”

“okay! jesus! but i’m not making any promises. these guys like the move around.”

he was lifted up by jorge and fry, causing him to breath out heavily.

“they have an outpost in the mountains. but, it’s a long way away. you got half of wicked on your ass. you’re never gonna make it.” he laughed.

jorge smiled, “not on foot. where’s bertha?”

you looked at peter. who was bertha?

“not bertha.” he cried.

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stepping out of the car, with peter following behind, you outstretched your arms. there was not enough room in there, never mind for ten people. you basically had to sit on peter’s lap.

“well,” jorge began, “i guess we’re on foot.”

you looked in-front, at the numerous of run-down cars blocking the road. looking at each other, you all started walking in between the vehicles. peter intertwined your fingers again with his, smiling at you before you looked around. peter looked in a car window, moving out the way for you to look before you glanced at him. it was empty. where was everyone? you saw what looked like a bullet hole in the wind-screen, making you start to trace it with your free hand.

suddenly, a gun shot echoed around you all, causing peter to grab you by the waist; pull you down to where newt and minho were crouching, behind a car.

“get down!”

“take cover!”

“hey, is everyone okay out there?” you heard your brother shout from a far, who you could imagine was hiding behind a car as well.

“we’re fine.” you replied.

“anyone know where those bloody shots came from?” newt shouted.

you stood up slowly, trying to see if you can see the shooters, put peter pulled you down, shaking his head slighlty. more gun shots were fired, making you jump.

“everybody! get set to sprint back to the truck and hold your ears!” jorge ordered, making you all stand up, ready to run.

“drop it. now!” you heard a woman’s voice shout, making you furrow your brows in confusion, “i said, drop it!”

“on your feet, let’s go!” she spoke, as you saw thomas and jorge stand up arms in the air. as the sight of two girls, around your age, with masks across their mouths and rifles in their hands, you let go of peter’s grasp, immediately putting your hands up.

“you four, over here now!” she ordered, pointing the rifle at you. you, peter, newt and minho, stood up, walking over to them slowly.

one of the girls hesitated, lowering her gun, “aris?”

your eyes went wide, as you all looked at the boy. she lowered her mask, making aris’s face drop in shock, “oh my god. harriet?”

“my god,” harriet walked over to him, hugging him tightly, “what the hell are you doing here?”

the other girl lowered her mask, hugging him tightly as well.

“sonya.” aris breathed out.

“aris, you’re lucky we didn’t shoot your dumb ass.”

you glanced at peter, newt and minho, confusion in your faces.

“how?” he asked.

“um, what’s happening?” minho interrupted.

“we were in the maze together.” he smiled.

harriet walked away slightly, whistling loudly, “we’re clear, guys! come on out!”

insanely, people in the cliffs stood up from behind rocks, shouting ‘clear’, as you all looked up in surprise. lowering your hands, you looked back at aris and sonya who were hugging again, as you smiled slightly. you jumped, as you felt peter kiss your forehead gently, before leaning back, a slight blush painting his cheek. you grinned wide at him, before they took you through the tunnels.

“back it up, joe!” sonya ordered, causing joe to reverse his truck out of the way, so you could all walk through.

“we’re taking them to base.” harriet spoke to one of the men, who nodded.

“wait, so, how did you guys get here?” aris questioned.

“the right arm got us out.” she replied.

“wait, wait, the right arm? do you know where they are?” thomas asked.

she smiled, opening the car door, “hope in.”

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climbing out off the car, you all stood, frozen in place as you looked at the right arm. you did it. you made it. intertwining your fingers with peter’s again, you all followed harriet and sonya through the camp.

“they’ve been planning this for over a year now. this is all for us.” harriet smiled, turning back to look at you all.

“you guys are lucky you found us when you did. we’re moving out at first light. where’s vince?” sonya asked a man.

he pointed to the left, “somewhere over there, i think.”

“who’s vince?” thomas inquired.

“he’s the one who decides if you get to stay.” harriet answered. you glanced at peter. what happens if you can’t stay?

“i thought the right arm was supposed to be an army.” minho commented.

“we were,” a man spoke, walking to you all, “this is all that’s left of us. lot of good people died getting us this far. who are they?” he asked harriet.

“they’re immunes. caught ‘em coming up the mountain.”

“did you check ‘em?” he asked, placing his hands on his hips.

“i know this guy, aris. i trust him.”

he shook his head, “well, i don’t. check ‘em.”

you looked at brenda quickly, noticing how the colour in her skin was going pale, as her breathing was becoming ragged. suddenly, she fell forward, hitting the ground, as jorge rushed to her side.

“brenda! brenda!” he panicked, picking her up, and cradling her in his arms, while she was gasping frantically. you looked at thomas, who was looking down, and you could see guilt eating him away as he watched jorge shake her.

“what’s going on with her?” vince asked, crouching down by him.

“i don’t know. brenda, are you all right?” jorge begged. you saw vince look at her leg, rolling her bandage down, to reveal the crank bite.

“oh shit,” he mumbled, pulling his gun out; aiming it at her, “crank! we got a crank!”

you left peter’s grasp immediately, ignoring him calling you back, before you stood infront of her and holding your hands up, as thomas rushed, shouting ‘no’ at him.

“listen, okay? this just happened, okay? she’s not dangerous yet.” you spoke, trying to calm him down.

“you shouldn’t have brought her here!” he shouted, making thomas push you behind him.

“i know.” you mumbled.

“we let cranks in here now, the safe haven doesn’t last a week! step back!” he ordered, pushing you and thomas back.

“i understand, okay? just listen. please, okay? i told her that you could help. there’s gotta be something you can do.” thomas begged.

vince nodded, “yeah, there is. i can put her out of her misery.”

he clocked his gun, aiming it at her head, ignoring jorge’s calls of disagreement.

“vince, that’s enough. let him go.” a woman spoke, walking towards you all.

“she’s infected, doc. there’s nothing we can do for her.”

she smiled, looking at thomas, “no, but he can. hello, thomas.”

you looked at thomas, eyes wide. how did he know her?

“what?” vince inquired, looking at her.

“you know me?” thomas whispered.

“interesting. it makes sense they’d put you in the maze. though i must admit,” she spoke, kneeling down to check on brenda, “i was worried they’d kill you after what you did.”

“what i did?” thomas stammered.

“the first time we spoke, you said you couldn’t take it anymore, watching your friends die, one by one. watching your sister die,” she stopped, smiling at you, “hello, y/n.”

you were taken aback, mouth opening to speak, but nothing came out, as you closed your mouth again. glancing at the others, they were starring at you eyes wide. oh. you forgot to tell them about that.

“the last time we spoke,” she carried on, “you gave me the coordinates of every wicked compound, trial and lab.”

“he was our source.�� vince whispered.

“we couldn’t have pulled all this off without him,” she nodded, before looking down, “take her to the tent. get these guys some warm clothes.”

she started to pick brenda up, with the help of jorge and other men, before carrying her to the tent, where she was hopefully going to get better.

“thomas, come on,” she smiled, walking away with him, “i need to get some blood from you.”

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“so,” minho began, looking at you, “you and thomas, huh?”

you nodded, “wckd gave me my memories back. i remember thomas being my brother.”

“and you didn’t tell us?” newt asked, chuckling slightly.

“well, i told pete.” you replied, pointing at the brown haired boy who was sat by you. he laughed, shaking his head, before leaning in to kiss your cheek quickly, leaning back, as you placed your head on his shoulder.

“well, that’s something you don’t see everyday.” fry mumbled, before you looked up from your’s and peter’s hands, to see everyone’s stunned expression.

“when did this happen, then? thought you both were still bloody scared to not do a shucking thing about it.” newt commented, making you roll your eyes.

“only happened recently.” peter smiled.

“about time.” minho replied, leaning back against the rock.

you furrowed your brows, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you two were so in love with each other, that everyone knew. expect ,well, you two.” minho pointed.

“well, i’m happy for you both.” newt smiled, making everyone else nod in agreement. thomas came a couple of seconds later, sitting opposite newt, as you all looked out on the right arm.

“i wish alby could’ve seen all this.” newt mumbled.

“and winston.” fry carried on.

“and chuck.” thomas whispered, looking at the object he gave him. you looked at him, smiling sadly at him.

“he’ll be proud of you, you know, tommy.” you spoke, making him look at you; nod.

“hey aris!” fry called out.

aris looked at you all from below, waving, “hey, guys!”

“i kinda like that kid.” fry smiled, looking at you all.

“yeah. i still don’t trust him, though.” minho spoke, making you all chuckle slightly. insantly, a shiver rushed through your body, going unnoticed by peter.

“hey, you cold?” he whispered, softly.

“no.”

“liar,” he grinned, taking his jacket off, and placing it around your figure, making you feel warm suddenly. you looked up at him, kissing his nose, making him blush.

thomas watched you both, smiling at his sister and best-friend, before his face fell, “hey, where’s teresa?”

“she went up there.” newt answered, pointing at her on a mountain, not far from where you were. he got up, excusing himself, before heading towards her.

“yep, definitely something going on.” fry mumbled once thomas left.

“do you think this is it?” peter asked suddenly, taking you by surprise. everyone looked at him, waiting for him to continue. “do you think this is the end of…everything? wckd? cranks?”

you looked down.

“i’m not sure. but, i hope it is,” newt replied, “i hope we never see wckd again.”

you nodded, “as long as we’re altogether. we’ll be fine.”

peter nodded, placing his head on top of yours, as you all fell into a comfortable silence. laughter and chatter was all you could here, as you watched the night time of the right arm, unfold. but, you kept hearing a slight racket. from a distance.

turning behind, you squinted your eyes to the mountains, to try; see what the noise was. eventually, believing it was your brain playing tricks, you turned back around, but froze, suddenly. lights caught your attention, as you sat up quickly, catching the awareness of the others.

“what’s up, love?” peter asked softly.

“oh my god.” you whispered, shaking your head in disbelief.

it was wckd. they found the right arm. they found you.

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a/n- thanks for reading chapter 11! there’s only one more chapter left of the scorch trials, and then it’s the last book! i can’t belive how quick this is going. i’ve loved writing this, and i hope you have all loved reading it :)

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nothingbutfangirlsmut · 4 years

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The Trials of Emi

Pairing: A little Minho. A sprinkle of Frypan. Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, her twin brother Thomas, and a small group of gladers had been rescued and taken to a safe haven. Or so it seemed. It doesn't take long for Thomas to realize something is wrong. What happens next is a true trial for all of them but Emi's trials began the moment she was ripped away from a dying Gally. Watching someone you love die right before your eyes truly takes a toll.

Finally meeting the right arm could have been the end but betrayal leads to even more chaos and loss. A new mission to rescue those taken from them leads them to a city. The last city. After Emi finally comes to terms with everything that's happened something unfolds that changes everything again. She will have to not only deal with helping her brother take down WCKD and save their friend but also deal with all the new problems in her head and her heart.

Rating: As of right now it’s at most PG13. Some strong language that’s about it but it could change.

(This is the 2nd part/book to my other story "The Maze trials: A Gally Fanfiction". This will cover the events of the scorch trails and the death cure.)

Chapter Nine

Thomas and Minho both kept me talking so I'd stay awake. The ride hadn’t seemed as long as it actually was but when we got to the mountain pass Jorge slowed the truck to a stop. In front of us looked to be a bunch of old abandoned vehicles blocking the road. We all got out of the truck. I stumbled a bit but Minho caught me then kept a hold on me.

"Well, I guess we're on foot," Jorge said.

We started walking slowly up the road. Minho kept his arm tightly around my waist as I tried to keep myself steady. My vision was blurring making my head swim even more than it already was. A few of the guys were checking the cars as we walked past them. We were around the middle of the abandoned cars when shots rang out making us all dive for cover. I fell against a car between Minho and Newt. A minute passed as we all listened for more gunfire.

"Is everyone ok up there?" Thomas shouted.

"We're fine!" Teresa shouted back to him.

"Anyone know where those bloody shots came from?" Newt questioned loudly.

I could feel my breathing waver. It was like my heart was trying to beat faster but my body wasn’t letting it. I saw Thomas peek over the car he was hiding behind then more shots rang out as he dived back down.

"Minho" I whispered feeling myself falling into unconsciousness.

My chest grew heavier making it harder to breathe.

"No, Emi, you gotta hang on. We're almost there." Minho said frantically as he held my face in his hands.

"Emi" Newt said.

"Everybody get set to sprint back to the truck and hold your ears!" Jorge shouted.

"I can't" I panted as I shook my head.

"Drop it" I heard a girl command.

I looked up to see two young girls with a cloth over their faces. They were both holding a gun and pointing it down at the place Thomas and Jorge were hiding.

"Now! I said drop it! On your feet, let's go. Let's go!" The dark-haired girl shouted.

Jorge and Thomas got to their feet with their hands raised.

"Move! Back up!" The dark-haired girl shouted again.

As Thomas and Jorge moved backward towards us the girl pointed her gun at Minho, Newt, and myself.

"You three over here now! Don't be stupid." She ordered.

Newt and Minho both helped me to my feet. Minho took over holding me once I was righted.

"Slowly," the blonde girl said as she pointed her gun at the rest of the group that was joining us.

The dark-haired girl lowered her gun as she looked at us in confusion.

"Aris?" She questioned.

We all turned to look at the small boy. He stepped forward towards the girl.

"Oh my God, Harriet?" He questioned then quickly hugged the girl.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Harriet asked him.

"Sonya," Aris said to the blonde girl then hugged her.

"Aris, you're lucky we didn't shoot you're dumbass." Sonya chuckled.

"What's happening?" Minho asked clearly confused.

"We were in the maze together," Aris said to our group.

Harriet turned then whistled loudly.

"We're clear guys come on out!" She shouted.

Several people with guns started appearing on top of the mountain around us.

"Thom-" I started to say but at that moment my body completely shut off.

All I remember is feeling myself falling then hearing my name being shouted by several different people.

When I finally came to I was laying on a cot in what looked like a tent. I sat up slowly to see Brenda laying on the cot next to me. Jorge was sitting in a chair between both our beds.

"Easy Emi" Jorge said.

"What happened?" I asked him.

He shared a look with Brenda who was now sitting up as well.

"You passed out on the mountain pass. Minho caught you then carried you with us all the way here to the Right Arm camp." Jorge explained.

"The Right Arm? We found them?" I asked him.

Jorge and Brenda both nodded.

"What happened to you?" I asked Brenda.

"I was bitten when Thomas and I were separated from the rest of you. The doctor here gave me some of Thomas' blood. She said it would slow the infection." Brenda explained.

"Shit" I breathed.

"Mary, the doctor, she stitched you up properly then gave you a shot of something. She said it would help you get back on your feet from the blood loss." Jorge told me.

I looked down for the first time noticing I was only in a tank top. My shoulder had been wrapped in a clean white bandage.

"There's some warmer clothes for you right there." Jorge pointed to the chair on the other side of my cot.

I slowly got to my feet. I pulled on the sweater and the coat they had left for me. I instantly felt warmer. Jorge dismissed himself to step outside. I sat back on the edge of my cot.

"Are you feeling alright?" I asked Brenda.

"I feel better than I did." She shrugged.

Jorge ran back inside quickly. The look on his face could only be explained as one of pure panic.

"Get up we need to go. Now!" He shouted.

Brenda and I scrambled to our feet then quickly followed Jorge out of the tent. The people in the camp were shouting as two helicopters approached in the distance. Jorge pulled both me and Brenda behind him as he ran threw the camp. He grabbed two guns. He threw one over his shoulder then tossed the other to Brenda. I found one as we ducked for cover. Only a second after we covered ourselves the helicopters were overhead and dropping explosives. They fell randomly exploding the moment they hit the ground. One of them fell right next to the tent the three of us had just been in. Thomas suddenly ran past us as he caught sight of the now burning tent.

"Emi! Brenda!" He shouted frantically.

Brenda jumped out then ran to him. She grabbed his arm turning him to face her.

"You dumbass" she shouted at him then pulled him behind her.

They ran back to Jorge and I. Thomas fell beside me instantly hugging me tightly to him.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Brenda asked him.

"We have to go, now, while we still have the chance," Jorge said quickly.

"I have to find the others," Thomas stated.

"No! No!" Jorge shouted as he grabbed Thomas to keep him from moving.

"Look, look, you can't help them," Jorge said pointing his finger.

Thomas and I followed his finger to see Minho, Fry, Newt, Harriet, and an older man on and around a truck in the midst of firing guns. As we watched several WCKD guards attacked them. One guard threw something then everyone on and around the truck was electrocuted.

"No!" I shouted trying to get to my feet.

Thomas pulled me back down. He wrapped his arms around me keeping me close to him.

"I'm sorry. There's nothing you can do for them. If we don't move now we won't be much better off." Jorge told us.

"You guys have to go right now and take Emi with you. Keep her safe." Thomas said pushing me towards Brenda.

"What?" Brenda and I asked in unison.

"I'm not leaving you Tommy," I told him sharply as I jerked out of Brenda's hold.

"They're not looking for you. You'll be safe but you have to go now." Thomas said as he looked between the three of us.

"Thomas" Brenda whispered.

"I can't leave without them," Thomas said.

"Neither can I!" I shouted at him.

"Good luck you two. Bren, we have to go come on. Come on." Jorge said as he pulled Brenda with him.

Thomas narrowed his eyes at me.

"You can scold me all you want but you're my brother and those guys are my family. You're all I have. I'm not going anywhere." I told him sternly.

He sighed as he looked down. A smile spread across his face making me look down too. Jorge left his backpack. As the guards rounded everyone up and sat them in rows on their knees Thomas dug threw the bag until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out two small items. I took the slightly bigger one from him to look at.

"Careful Emi that's a bomb." He told me quietly.

He tried to take it from me but I pulled it away from him.

"Are you gonna blow them up?" I asked him.

"All of us if I have to." He said sternly.

I looked at him in shock for a moment before understanding what he meant. I was with him no matter what his plan was.

"I'll keep the bomb. You keep the detonator." I said as I stuffed the thing in my coat.

Thomas started to retort but Janson's loud voice grabbed both of our attentions.

"Where's Thomas and his sister?" Janson questioned loudly.

Thomas stood and I followed him without question.

"Right here" Thomas shouted as he raised his hands.

I did the same as him. We were both grabbed then shoved forward to stand in front of Janson.

"Thomas" Janson said with a smile.

Janson punched Thomas roughly in the stomach making him double over.

"You bastard!" I shouted as I launched myself at him.

A guard was quick to grab me then throw me to the ground. Janson chuckled.

"Get them in line." He said then turned to whisper to another man.

We were both shoved onto our knees in line with the others. Thomas was next to Minho and I was next to Thomas.

"Why didn't you run?" Minho asked quietly.

"I'm tired of running," Thomas said simply.

A minute later a large aircraft was landing in the middle of the camp. Out of that aircraft came four more guards and Ava Paige. Ava and Janson had a quiet conversation before Janson turned to the guards.

"Let's go! Get them on!" Janson ordered.

The guards instantly started grabbing kids to take onto the aircraft.

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#nothingbutfangirlsmut #fanfiction #gally #gally imagine #gally smut #gally x reader #the maze runner #the maze trials #tmr gally #original character #the trials of emi

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all we do is drive -- preview

hi all! so here is the first chapter (plus the beginning of the second) of my current WIP. the basic premise is that thomas is scared of newt moving back to england after graduation, so he takes him on an impulsive weekend road trip in California. i have the outline of the rest of the fic set up but i am VERY open to any feedback, opinions, reactions, or suggestions! thanks for reading!

all we do is drive.

What was it about the open road that was so appealing to Thomas? He was never quite sure, but it called to him. It whispered his name in the passing breeze, tugged eagerly at his hand, talked dirty in his ear at night while the cars crunched their wheels on the gravel. Whenever he was stuck, or unsure, or just plain bored, he took to the road. The second he had that itch, he was behind the wheel before he knew it.

Of course, he was almost never alone on these impulsive getaways. There was always at least one other person there with him, and that honor typically went to his former roommate Newt, accompanied by a playlist recently made and a camera dangling from the strap around his neck. The other usual suspects include Brenda getting high in the backseat, Teresa pretending that she doesn’t want to get high in the backseat, Minho shoving some sort of food into his mouth, Alby playing backseat driver to Thomas, or Harriet silently resting her chin against the open window. Any combination of these things was a given but three things were absolutely certain;

Thomas was the driver.

They did not have a destination.

Newt gets shotgun.

When these things became established patterns, Thomas wasn’t sure. He vaguely remembers Newt calling shotgun sometime freshmen year on their first group outing, and it was never questioned since. The few times Newt isn’t on one of their trips, Thomas’ friends just leave shotgun empty and take their positions in the backseat, as if it would be sacrilegious to take his spot. They always seem to have more fun teasing Thomas from the back, anyway. He doesn’t mind.

Speaking of, Thomas suddenly feels a sharp kick through the seat.

“I want Wendy’s,” Brenda whines. “I’m fucking starving.”

Thomas eyes the receipt lying in his cup holder from, oh, ten minutes ago.

“Really?” Thomas asks, shooting Brenda a quick glance in the rearview mirror. “You’re starving?”

“Yes,” Brenda says at the same time Teresa says “No.”

“Oh, come on,” Brenda grunts, nudging Teresa with her shoulder. “Side with your girlfriend, please.”

“Brenda, as your girlfriend, I’m telling you that if you eat any more fast food you’re going to vomit,” Teresa calmly explains, a hint of softness in her voice. “You just have the munchies.”

“Do not,” Brenda retorts.

“Oh?” Newt pipes in, slowly reaching towards the steering wheel. He rests his hand on it without moving it, and Thomas doesn’t object. “So if I rock this wheel back and forth right now, you’re not gonna feel sick?”

“...no,” Brenda answers unconvincingly.

“You sure?” Newt continues. “Because I’m tempted. I’m really tempted.”

“Be my guest,” Thomas invites, taking his right hand off the wheel. “There’s no one around. We can totally do it.”

“Do NOT swerve the car,” Alby chimes in. “I may not be high but I’m not crashing into a tree just to make Brenda vomit.”

“Pfft, whatever,” Brenda mumbles. “Can’t prove nothin’.”

Thomas laughs and places his hand down on the steering wheel a second before Newt pulls his away. Their hands brush for just a second and somehow, amazingly, it sends a small zip through Thomas’ fingers. Four years and every accidental touch feels like a small lightning strike. You’d think he would have adjusted by now.

***

Brenda flips Thomas the finger as she shuts the back door and walks with Teresa to her apartment. Thomas feels a slight sense of relief followed by an immediate pang of guilt at the now empty backseat. As much as he loved his friends, having to handle them and drive at the same time was a bit exhausting sometimes.

Newt, somehow reading Thomas’ mind as always, chimes in from the right. “Four years and they haven’t lost their energy yet,” he chuckles.

“Yeah,” Thomas manages, the words four years replaying in his mind. Somehow it feels like it went by in a flash and also the longest period of his life all rolled into one. How the hell was he supposed to graduate when he couldn’t even get his bearings on the concept of time?

“Hey, speak of the devil,” Newt continues, looking down at his phone. Thomas intrinsically looks down at the screen and sees a text from Gally. He ignores the sinking feeling it gives his stomach.

“Jesus, him?” Thomas groans before he can stop himself. “How long has it been?”

“Two years, I think?” Newt mumbles, reading the message with furrowed brows. “I don’t know what it is with the guys on this campus being so clingy.”

“You hooked up with him, what? One time?”

“Uh, twice? Maybe? Can’t say I remember.”

“So what the hell does he want?”

“What do you think, Tommy?” Newt laughs. It’s not meant in a mocking way, but it makes Thomas feel very small. “It’s the last time he’ll get a night with me before we graduate. Guess it’s a now or never sort of thing, right.”

Thomas gives a half-chuckle and looks away. “I guess so.”

“Maybe I’ll give him one more night,” Newt murmurs. “Who knows.”

Thomas stays silent and backs out of the parking lot as an excuse. He doesn’t know why he indulged Newt. He doesn’t like talking about Newt’s many, many, experiences with guys in their four years at college. Newt talks about them so easily, so effortlessly, as if him leaving these guys on read and ghosting them after one or two hookups was something that came naturally to him.

(Thomas definitely doesn’t like thinking about his own experiences with men at college. And he certainly couldn’t talk about them as casually as Newt does, if he ever could at all.)

He wonders how, or why, Newt has decided not to commit to any of them. Curiosity sizzles in his gut, burning like stomach acid.

“Why didn’t you ever, like...I don’t know...actually give one of them a shot?” He asks. “You know. Like, date one of them.”

He cheats a glance over at Newt and sees his features fall, ever so slightly, before quickly being placed back in position.

Newt shrugs. “What’s the point? I would just be putting a time bomb on it anyway. No use getting attached to someone just to hurt them.”

Thomas holds back a sigh. “You’re really set on staying in England, huh?”

A ghost of a laugh escapes Newt’s mouth, more a breath than anything. “I came to California cause I got a scholarship. That’s it.” There’s a moment of silence before he adds “This isn’t my home. No use making them think that it is.”

A mix of emotions stir in Thomas at that statement. These are all things he already knew, but for a moment, he feels a profound, inexplicable sadness. It consumes him, darkening his vision and gripping his throat, but only for a moment. Quickly, he brings his attention back to the road.

“Besides,” Newt pipes up, his tone happier. “If I had a boyfriend I wouldn’t have all this free time to drive around with you, right?”

“Right,” Thomas answers, offering Newt half a smile. He hides the thought of Well, if I was your boyfriend, you wouldn’t have that problem.

So here’s Thomas’ problem. He knows.

Thomas knows it so deeply in his bones he does not remember a time where he did not know. Even his memories from before are tainted with thoughts of what that experience would have been like if he had known then. What he would have avoided doing if he had known who was coming into his life. He has hidden it every day and known every day and he has never known anything else.

He remembers the first day moving into his dorm, of opening the door and immediately seeing a skinny blonde boy hanging a rainbow flag on the wall next to his bed.

“Oh, hi,” the boy said once he finally turned around. “I’m your roommate, Sam? From the email?”

Thomas was immediately floored by his British accent but was too overwhelmed by, well, everything to process that.

“Hi Sam,” Thomas greeted, his eyes glued to the rainbow flag. “I’m Thomas.”

“Thomas. Nice name. How about you call me Newt, and I’ll call you Tommy, yeah?”

Thomas couldn’t help but laugh. “Newt?”

“Yeah. That’s my name. I only said Sam so you would know some weirdo hadn’t broken into your room. But I go by Newt.”

“Cool, man. You do you.”

Newt followed Thomas’ gaze to the rainbow flag on the wall. “Like that? My sister Sonya just got it for me as a moving-in gift.”

“It’s nice,” Thomas answered, not sure what else to say. He knew what it meant; he had spent enough time staring at the pink, purple, and blue flag and feeling the rightness of it seep into his bones that he knew the power of those colors. He just didn’t have one of his own to hang, nor would he likely ever.

“Don’t worry, Tommy, I’m not gonna flirt with you or anything,” Newt assured him. “Unless you want me to.” He ended it with a wink, and then another laugh. “I’m kidding.”

Thomas laughed but was overcome by an itching in his fingers, and suddenly felt the familiar, comforting heaviness of his keys in his left pocket.

“Hey…” He started, putting down his suitcase. “Do you wanna go for a drive?”

Surprisingly, Newt would go with him on that drive, even though they hadn’t finished unpacking yet and most of Thomas’ stuff was still in his car. In fact, Newt had barely questioned it at all, just started following Thomas as if it was the most natural thing he’d ever done. Soon the two were spending more time in the car then they did in their dorm, doing everything from late-night fast food runs to playing video games projected onto blank walls. Thomas barely remembers the time before Newt molded his body to the shotgun of his car.

Thomas knows. It’s all he knows, it’s all he’s ever known, and when they graduate in a few weeks and Newt moves back to England, he will not know anything at all.

***

Thomas can’t sleep that night. The open road is talking to him again, whispering him sweet nothings and teasing him mercilessly. He can feel the aura of his car in the parking lot, haunting him from a distance. His hands are magnetized to his car keys, and he’s using all the strength he has to pull them away. He shakes like a leaf in his bed, suppressing a scream with a pillow.

He wishes he knew a better solution to his problems than running. Ever since he was a kid, the second something was wrong, he took off running. It scared the shit out of his parents. Honestly, he’s surprised he never got kidnapped. But old habits are hard to break, and his instinct to drive away is only growing louder the longer he lays in bed.

He sits there in the silence, thinking about all the feelings that he’s hidden (and run away from, literally or figuratively) for the last four years. He remembers when Newt first hooked up with Gally back in sophomore year, which he found out when Newt came stumbling back into the room at 4 A.M. with noticeably disheveled hair.

“You’re not gonna like who it was,” Newt chuckled as he kicked off his shoes.

“Don’t tell it me was that Gally prick.”

Newt snorted. “Yeah.”

“Oh, gross, dude. That guy’s a total asshole.”

“You don’t want to KNOW about his ass, Tommy,” Newt slurred as he collapsed face-first onto his bed.

“You’re right,” Thomas agreed, shoving his headphones back in his ears. “I really don’t.”

The next day, he told Newt he wanted to live in a single the next year, and pretended not to see the knowing and hurt look in Newt’s eyes when he did.

(He also pretended not to see the look in Gally’s eyes a few months later, filled with a different kind of knowing that spread a sick burning of shame through Thomas’ blood.)

He thinks about when Brenda and Teresa first started dating, how their eyes were wide and electric, the way their hands slid into each other like silk, how the simple act of them being together caused goosebumps to rise on the back of Thomas’ neck. He’s happy for them, extremely happy, but he’s also poisoningly jealous.

“You don’t know yet?” The boy said, looking down for just a moment.

“N-no,” Thomas lied. “Not really.”

“Huh. Alright then,” the boy exhaled, moving on.

Thomas thinks about everything. He thinks about finals, and parties, and drinking, and smoking, and girls, and England, and cars, and boys, and Sonya, and papers, and keys, and Minho, and June, and fast food, and laughing, and Teresa, and knowing, and wanting, and Newt, and driving, and running, and Newt, and Newt, and Newt.

A strange paradox builds in Thomas, two opposing ropes tearing at his lungs. Part of him feels what he can only describe as “pre-missing,” longing for things that hadn’t even left yet. He is still in his bed, in his dorm, in his college, and yet he feels like he is not there at all. He feels very far away, and he suddenly misses his friends and his classes terribly. He’s almost heartbroken over the thought of it.

The other part of him, the insane, stubborn, and immature part of him, wants to get as absolutely far away from this college as possible. Within a few weeks, he would be gone from this place forever. And the longer he lays in bed, feeling both here and not here, the harder it will be to leave.

So why not leave now? He finds himself thinking. The less time I spend on campus, the easier it will be when I actually go. Maybe I should just sleep in my car.

(But then he goes back to Newt, because that boy has a rope tied around Thomas’ neck that he lazily tugs on whenever Thomas hasn’t thought about him for more than 10 seconds.)

I can’t leave campus. I’ve only got a couple more weeks before he leaves. At least all my other friends will still be in California. I can’t fly to England. And I know he isn’t coming back here.

Thomas suddenly finds himself with his keys in his hand. He doesn’t remember getting out of bed, and he certainly doesn’t remember how he got outside Newt’s apartment complex.

“Guess it’s a now or never sort of thing, right?” Thomas hears Newt’s voice ring in his ears, vibrating against his skull like church bells.

Sorry, Gally, Thomas thinks, a sick sort of smile spreading on his face.

He locks his car and marches up to the familiar brown door of Newt’s apartment. He knocks on it so loudly that he startles himself by his aggressiveness. Newt will probably think he’s the campus police. Thomas is almost embarrassed but feels too much of a confidence and familiar stubbornness trembling in his fingers that he can’t be bothered with that right now.

A couple rounds of knocks later, Newt finally opens the door, his hair matted on one side and fluffed up on the other. Thomas is grateful that Newt answered instead of one of his roommates, who he’s convinced hate him. He decides to speak before Newt can start asking questions.

“Road trip.”

Newt blinks. “What?”

“Road trip. Right now. Let’s go.”

“Wait wait wait, hold on a minute,” Newt starts, dragging his hand across his eyes. “Slow down. What time is it?”

“Um,” Thomas stutters, unsure. He clicks his phone and sees the bright white numbers 4:37 stare back at him. “Like 4:30 ish.”

“Four thir-...are you trying to fall asleep at the wheel?”

Thomas deflates slightly, realizing the romanticized version of this in his head where he and Newt drive off into the sunrise never to return was probably not going to happen.

“I’m-I’m awake,” Thomas insists. “I can drive.”

“Have you slept at all?” Newt crosses his arms and leans against the door in what Thomas suspects is mock irritation.

“Yes. Maybe. Well, no, but who cares! Let’s just...drive somewhere. Fuck it.”

Newt’s features soften as he sighs, lowering slightly. “Look, Tommy, you know that normally I would love to meet you and the gang for a fun trip to the town or something. But I’m bloody exhausted and I’m not about to have you pass out at the wheel.”

“Okay,” Thomas compromises, wheels turning. (Pun intended.) “Then we’ll leave later. I’ll get some sleep and come back.”

“Well, I’ve got a final due on Monday. That mean anything to ya?”

“I’ve got finals due, too. That’s never stopped us before.”

There’s a moment of silence as Newt stares at Thomas, eyes lasering in on him with emotions that Thomas can never read. If he could have one wish, it would be to have the ability to know what Newt is feeling, and not just on a surface level, or the vague answers Newt gives. But he’s convinced no one could do that.

Newt gives another sigh. “Okay. How long will we be gone?”

Forever? That work for you? “Two days?”

Newt blinks back. “One day.”

Thomas doesn’t even flinch, long used to compromising with Newt when dealing with his impulsive ideas. “Done.”

“You tell the others yet, or am I the first door you’ve knocked on?”

The others. Oh. Newt thought this was a group trip.

Thomas briefly considers lying, claiming that all of the others couldn’t make it. Normally he couldn’t lie to Newt, but he’s got too much pride in him, too much sick and stubborn pride, to admit the true reason. So he tries a neutral approach.

“You remember how we took that drive together the first day of school? How we kind of just drove around, not knowing where anything was?”

Newt gives a soft, yet confused, smile in return. “Yeah. What about that?”

Thomas clenches his fists so he stops shaking. “Well, it’s kind of like that. First I was scared about school starting, and now I’m scared about it ending. So I wanna drive. You know how I get.”

It’s a nothing answer, and Thomas knows that. But all he cares about is that he said the right words to get Newt to give in, which he does like clockwork.

“Alright. Fine. Let’s go on a road trip. That’s all we do, anyway.”

all we do is think about the feelings that we hide.

Thomas feels as giddy as a child going to Disney as he lovingly tosses his backpack into the backseat. His (unknown) destination was not nearly as exciting, but that wasn’t what mattered. He cared about the company quite a bit more.

“Coffee,” is all Newt says as he drags his hand down his face. Thomas looks over at his obviously tired eyes and feels a quick pang of guilt hit his chest.

He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to be, Thomas tells himself. It works for now.

“Typical spot?” Thomas asks, even though he knows the answer.

“Sure, if we’re going that way,” Newt offers.

“We are now,” Thomas remarks before setting out of the parking lot.

It is now 8:30 AM. Thomas knows that Newt only got in the car because he thinks Thomas got enough sleep to drive. Thomas knows he can drive; he’s certainly awake enough to do that. But sleeping...that wasn’t something he was able to do so well.

Part of it was because he still felt that itch to leave immediately. And it’s oh, so hard for Thomas not to impulsively act on all of his urges. But, for Newt, he shoved his car keys into his desk drawer where he couldn’t see them and attempted to get some semblance of sleep. Normally he wasn’t a fan of waking up early in the morning but again, for Newt, he was willing.

Thomas pulls into the parking spot next to the closest gas station to campus. It’s one of those fancy ones that’s connected to a coffee shop.

“I’m gonna get myself a cup,” Newt says, one hand on the door handle. “You get us some snacks, yeah?”

“Easy,” Thomas dismisses as he exits the car. “My specialty.”

“Something with a hint of nutritional value would be nice.”

“It would be, wouldn’t it?” Thomas smirks as he closes the door.

Five minutes pass before Thomas plops his bundle of goodies onto the counter, relieved of the weight off his arms. The cashier looks down at his haul with a hint of a smirk on her face.

“Another trip, huh?” She remarks as she rings up the first bag of Hot Cheetos.

“Probably the last,” Thomas simultaneously says and realizes. This must be the last gas station snack stop he’ll ever make, at least under these circumstances. He’s immediately filled with a whirlwind of other potential lasts; last time taking a test, last time going to their favorite bar, last time seeing the $2 movie on Tuesdays. He starts longing for the things he hasn’t lost yet, then remembers that he’s in a social situation and needs to not have a breakdown in front of his favorite cashier.

“Can I also get a pack of Marlboro’s?” he asks. “Almost forgot.”

“Almost reminded you,” the cashier quips back. She grabs them from somewhere where Thomas knows she had them ready as soon as he came in. “He’s gonna need them with all those finals coming up, I bet.”

“Hell, maybe I’ll even steal one,” Thomas jokes. The cashier laughs with him, but both of them know it’s not true.

The cashier finishes bagging all of Thomas’ items and hands him the receipt. He’s sure he’ll stop by here once more for gas or a quick drink before graduation, but something about this trip feels so final, so definitive. He’s not sure if that’s reality or if he’s just dramatizing everything again. He still decides to make his goodbye seem a little more personal.

“Thanks a lot, Mary,” he settles on, knowing she isn’t wearing her nametag today or any day.

“Any time,” she responds with a kind smile.

Thomas walks outside to see Newt leaning against the wall, sipping his coffee out of his favorite, sticker-covered thermos. He turns to Thomas and eyes the bulky plastic bag in his hand.

“I’m afraid of what you’ve picked out,” he jokes. “It might kill me.”

“The only thing that’s killing you are these,” Thomas replies, tossing him the Marlboro’s.

“Oh, thanks, mate,” Newt smiles as if surprised. Somehow he is every time. “I’ll square with you where we stop next.”

It’s so routine, so intrinsic, that it hurts. Is this the last pack of Marlboro’s he’ll toss Newt? And why should that even matter?

“Alright,” Thomas says, getting back into the car. “Let’s drive.”

#i've read these words so many times im gonna pass out #enjoy lmaooo #my edits #all we do is drive #fic #newtmas #the maze runner #00250 #singt0me

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the-fiction-witch · 6 years

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Glader Royale P5

MOVIES: MAZE RUNNER X BATTLE ROYALE COUPLE: NEWT X READER RATING: SWEET

I hid under the little bush as I head another person walk past me I held my breath trying to stay quiet not letting them know I was here

"y/n... y/n... I know you're here" the voice smirks I tried to stay very quiet "Y/n... come on our darling" the voice smirked "I won't hurt you I promise" the voice smirked I tried to crawl away from the person but as I moved I felt someone grabbed my arm pulling me out I screamed trying to run from him "Aww darling I found you" He smirks holding a knife to my neck I managed to escape his grip running for it but he cut my arm slicing the top of my arm as I ran away I quickly ran as far away in to the forest as fast as I could my shirt sleeve soaked in blood I stopped hiding behind a tree

"Y/n?" I heard a familiar voice asks me I turned and saw newt and ran into his arms "Y/n? Oh my gosh...what happened to your arm?" He asks in panic making me sit on a fallen log

"Gally got me," I tell him

"what was it with?" He asks

"Just a knife" I answer as he moved my sleeve up a little

"Okay...just a little cut, you'll be okay but it needs cleaning and wrapping so you don't get infected" He explains getting some water from his bag and a couple tissues trying to dap my arm "I uhh I will need to take your shirt off y/n" he stutters

"Ohh right" I blush undoing my shirt a little and pulling it off one side of me so he could work on my arm "It's alright newt, I trust you" I smile making him blush bright red

"I uhh trust you too" He smiled as he cleaned my arm up and ripped a bit of his shirt off to warp my arm up

"Thank you newt" I smile giving his cheek a kiss

"Uhh I uhh... its okay y/n, I couldn't leave you like that" He smiled "Did you want to maybe stay together? we could protect each other a little, care of wounds, safety in numbers you know" he suggested

"I would like that newt" I smile "I feel safe with you" I smile nuzzling my head close to his neck

"I like protecting you y/n" He smiles nuzzling close to my head "Come on I have been hiding out at a little," he says helping me up we wondered quietly through the forest the best we could often having to hide from the others till we reached the little building it simply had a little bed made from a table and a few blankets and a little bathroom "I uh have a few snacks I've stolen away" He says going and grabbing a few candy bars and packets of little snack foods "Did you want something to eat?" he asks

"No... I'm okay" I smile

"When did you last eat something?" he asks me

"breakfast before we started" I sigh "I've been wanting to save my food up" I tell him

"eat.. come on," He tells me so I smile taking a candy bar having a little nibble of it and he took a bar of something too it didn't look like chocolate alt east not the outside of it anyway

"You been keeping track of who's left?" I ask him

"No... I've tried not to" He sighs swallowing his mouth full

"I have for safety," I tell him getting my little notebook out my backpack "Gally's left, you and me, Minho, Thomas, Brenda, Harriet and Sonya" I explain

"Have you... have you killed anyone?" He asks me

"Winston... I didn't want to, he pulled a gun on me when I came out from the riverside hut I stabbed him and ran for it, I lost my only weapon too" I explain "What about you?" I ask him

"Rachel...and aris, they asked me too" he answers, "said they didn't want to play this so I did it..." He explained "and Chuckie... I didn't mean to I was trying to help him but...he fell down the cliff" he says tears welling up in his eyes

"Ohh newt" I smile hugging him close I saw out the window the sky began to darken he got up barding the door and turning off all the lights leaving only the little light from outside to see he sat back on the little bed bit holding my hand giving me a knife "no... why are you giving me this?" I whisper

"In case something happens, I trust you" He smiles tucking some hair behind my ear he looked at my lips a moment before we heard a noise outside a voice it sounded like Minho he was running from someone I went to look out the window but newt held me back "We don't know what he's running from" He whispers to me

"Newt... that's Minho your best friend" I whisper back

"Yes but we open the door or sit close to the window, what if gally's chasing him or something," he told me holding me close to him "shhh just wait for a minute," he told me running his hand slowly up and down my back I looked out the window as much as I could from here I heard gally getting closer so I held newt tighter as soon as gally broke through the trees he saw Minho and our little hut "Under the bed..." he told me quietly lightly pushing me

"No I want-" I began

"trust me y/n" He told me so I nod hiding under the table as he quietly barred the door some more as we heard gunshots I wanted to cry knowing Minho was dead out there as the stupid voice gleefully shouted

"a3 Minho is now dead" she giggles I wiped a tear away but jumped as the door thumped loudly and newt ran under the bed desk with me hiding with a sheet over it newt held me tightly and I held onto him tightly very scared as the door opened and he flicked the light on

"Someone here?" He called out I held my breath and I could tell Newt did to his heartbeat going crazy but so was mine "Harriet? sonya?" He asks and I tried not to move or make a tiny sound "No? y/n? brenda? none of you pretty girls are in here?" he asks "You know I won't hurt you" He says I heard him walking around getting close to where the snack food was "Ahh fry? come on out" He laughs I thought fry was dead maybe gally miss counted or something as he walked over to the made-up bed we hid under "Definitely a boy's been here recently... well Minho didn't he would have hidden inside" He says more to himself "Thomas... Thomas is too stupid he would have run out on me by now" he laughs "Newt..." he calls I felt newt tense up so I held him tighter nuzzling myself closer to him to try to calm him down newt’s breathing became fast and panicked and gally called out for him again “Newt... come out, come out where every you are” He laughed I saw his shadow getting down him finding us stopped purely by the sheet I held the knife tighter in my hand as his hand gripped the sheet I stabbed his foot making him scream falling to the floor

"Run!" I yell we both grabbed our bags and ran for it out the little hut out into the dark forest

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sotheywrotestories · 7 years

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One Night; Part Nine

Request; None

Pairings; Newt (TMR) x Reader

Warnings; Some violence

Summary; They got out, but now what?

Ninth. part in a series!

A/N: Haha let’s see if you can catch my movie reference ;) Also, that sneak peek I released is for Part Ten, so start getting prepared!

Part One; Here

Part Two; Here

Part Three; Here

Part Four; Here

Part Five; Here

Part Six; Here

Part Seven; Here

Part Eight; Here

Newt’s POV

(Y/N) was heartbroken after hearing that Chuck was dead. I tried to help, but how can you comfort someone who learns that their best friend has died?

(Y/N) had already met Thomas while we were in the Wicked compound, she helped get us out. Of course, she already knew Winston and Minho, but the other boys were hesitant of her.

“Listen, we can trust her, she got us out,” Thomas bargained. “She was in the Glade before any of you shuck faces were,” Minho glared, crossing his arms.

“Isn’t it sketchy that she didn't make it out?” some kid asks. “The fact that she seems fine after being with Wicked for how long?”

I looked down at (Y/N) who was sleeping in my arms, subconsciously grabbing onto my shirt and curling up closer to me in her sleep.

“She’s not okay,” I spoke up quietly, brushing hair out of her face. “Something’s not right.”

Minho cast her a concerned glance.

“Look, we need to get moving,” Minho said. “We can talk about this somewhere else. Let’s get a move on.”

I carefully picked up (Y/N) and began walking.

Once (Y/N) woke up, I put her down to walk on her own. We walked for while with (Y/N) by my side constantly. Not that I minded. I missed her too much to really care.

“Don’t you want to get to know Teresa better?” I asked.

When I said Teresa’s name, (Y/N) stiffened up and scooted closer to me.

“No,” she said blatantly. “I’ve missed you too much.”

I smiled a bit and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to me.

“Okay.”

The storm was insane. And after Minho got hit, (Y/N) broke again, tears running down her face as we waited to see if Minho would wake up. I had pulled her into my chest and watched over her shoulder. When Minho started sputtering, I released (Y/N) and watched her tackle Minho in a hug.

“I'm all right, she bean,” Minho chuckled, hugging her back.

“What’s up with her?” I heard Teresa ask.

I spun on her and gave her a look. “What’s up with her?”

I scoffed and shook my head.

“Thomas,” I called.

Thomas made his way over to me.

“Control your girlfriend,” I whispered in his ear.

After being hung upside down and escaping from the shuck building, I kept a close eye on (Y/N). Teresa had an odd opinion on her and (Y/N) was tense around Teresa.

Thomas and Brenda had been split up from us. We were in the look for them which also meant partying, I suppose. We were all drunk off our asses, and (Y/N) is an honest drunk.

“Can I tell you something?” (Y/N) giggle while she leaned on me.

I shot up and eyebrow and nodded my head.

“I got really hurt at Wicked,” (Y/N) whispered.

I sobered up immediately and looked her in the eyes.

“And Teresa was the one who did it.”

“Listen, Teresa had something to do with how (Y/N) is acting,” I told Thomas.

“Look, Newt we have bigger fish to fry,” Thomas said. “We’ll work this out later.”

I nodded and Thomas and I went back to the group. I kept (Y/N) a lot closer to me and made sure Teresa stayed far away from (Y/N) at all times. I tried to be subtle, standing on the other side of the group, walking behind Teresa, pretending to be preoccupied with something else at most times.

Still, Teresa knew something was up.

“What is up with you?” she asked me, once she had me all alone.

(Y/N) was sleeping on the ground, curled up in her curling bag next to the fire.

“Up with me?” I asked. “Out of everything you remember, surely you remember (Y/N).”

“Why would I remember her?” Teresa asked, shaking her head.

“(Y/N) told me something, when she was drunk,” I shook my own head, crossing my arms.

Teresa’s face faltered for a moment, you wouldn’t have seen it if you weren’t looking. I was looking.

“I didn’t do anything to her,” Teresa said, putting her hands up.

“Funny,” I said. “Because I never said you did.”

It was when we were walking towards the Right Arm that I saw it. There was a long scar, running all the way up from the top of her right hip to the bottom of her left shoulder blade. It was rigged and oink, so it was painful and not too long ago.

“(Y/N)?” I asked her, pulling her back a bit as the others kept walking. “What’s on your back?”

(Y/N)’s face paled and she reached up behind herself to touch it.

“I told you,” she sighed, dropping her hand. “I got hurt at Wicked.” “How bad?” I asked her with a serious face.

“Let’s just say this isn’t the only scar,” she admitted.

I clenched my jaw and walked up to Teresa. I grabbed her bag and pulled her back to the point where she was looking into my eyes.

“What the shuck did you do to her?” I spat.

“I told you!” Teresa shouted, trying to push me back. “I didn’t do anything!”

“Newt!” (Y/N) yelled, grabbing my arm. “Stop!” “Bull shit,” I growled. “There’s physical evidence that you did something to her.” “It wasn’t me!” Teresa pleaded, fear in her eyes.

“Back off!” Thomas shoved me. “If she says she didn't do it, she didn’t do it.”

I felt (Y/N)’s grip lessen slightly on my arm and I switched back to her.

“(N/N)?” I asked worriedly.

“I don’t feel good, Newtie,” she said, paling by the second.

“Newtie?” Minho giggled.

“Slim it,” (Y/N) managed to glare at him.

“You’re probably just dehydrated,” I reasoned with her.

“It is insanely hot out here,” Minho nodded putting a hand on her shoulder. “Do you want some water?”

(Y/N) nodded for a moment before gasping.

“No, no,” she sputtered.

I reached out and grabbed her arms, trying to catch her eye, but they were running everywhere. To the left, to the right, up, down, but never on my face. Finally, they caught onto something behind me.

“No!” she screamed, trying to escape my grip. “Get away from me!”

For a split second, I was sure she was talking to me with the way she was fighting against me and pulling away. Then, I turned my head and saw that she was staring at Thomas.

“Minho, get Thomas out of here,” I ordered.

Minho nodded and grabbed Thomas, pulling him while Teresa followed behind.

“(Y/N),” I said, still trying to get her to look me in the eyes. “(Y/N), I need you to calm down.”

After a couple of minutes, she calmed down and looked me in the eyes.

“Isaac,” she said.

I cocked my head.

“Another friend?” I asked.

“Isaac,” she shook her head furiously. “You. Thomas. Teresa. Chuck. Albert. Galileo.”

“(Y/N),” I said with the most confused face ever. “What are you talking about.”

“You’re not him,” she shook her head, crying. “You’re him but you’re not him. He’s here but he’s not here.”

“(Y/N)!” I pleaded. “Who the hell are you talking about?”

(Y/N) pulled away and hugged herself.

“You!” she screamed. “I’m talking about you.”

Then, she spun on her heel and walked away.

(Y/N) had avoided me like the plague. But not in the way where she didn’t want to see me, you could tell. She kept looking at me with a sad look I wish I could just take away.

We found the Right Arm, or rather, they found us. There was one girl who clung to my side, Sonya. She was sweet but I couldn’t find it in myself to like her. I love (Y/N) and I plan on fixing whatever is bothering her.

While I struggled to find a way to speak to (Y/N), she just walked up to me.

“She’s your sister,” she whispered, looking at the ground.

“What?” I asked, shocked that she had spoken to me.

“Sonya,” she said. “You don’t like her because she’s your sister.”

“I’m-she’s-what?” I stuttered.

“I remembered a whole bunch of stuff from before the Glade,” (Y/N) explained. “Well, important things I guess. Sonya is your sister.”

“That makes sense,” I nodded, walking to her and putting my hands on her waist. “But who’s Isaac?”

“You,” she whispered. “Well, he was you. Before the Glade.”

I nodded and put my finger under her chin, making her look up at me.

“You know I love you?” I asked her.

She blushed and smiled a bit.

“Completely and totally,” I chuckled. “I’m in love, actually.”

(Y/N) giggled and put her hands on my cheeks.

“How funny,” she laughed. “I happen to be in love, too.” “Oh yeah?” I played along, snaking my arms from around her waist around to the small of her back.

“Yeah,” she said, looking down at my lips and back at my eyes. “He’s pretty cute. And he always makes me laugh.”

“Is that so?” I smirked, leaning in closer.

“Mhm,” (Y/N) hummed and looked behind me. “Look, there he is! Minho!”

I dropped my hands in shock and spun around to see Minho waving at (Y/N). I snapped back to see her doubled over in laughter. I blushed and scooped her up, throwing her over my shoulder.

“Ah!” she yelped. “Newt! Put me down!”

“Nope!” I shouted.

She slipped from my shoulder down into my arms, bridal style. I took my chance and leaned down to kiss her properly for the first time in what felt like forever.

“I love you, you shuck face,” she whispered against my lips.

“I love you too, she bean.”

The gunfire pulled me out of my revery. (Y/N) and I had been sitting by a campfire, just enjoying each other’s presence when it started. Both of us scrambled to get up and defend the camp.

At some point, I had gone left and she had gone right, but I could still see her, so I wasn’t worried too horribly.

While we fought, we were all rounded up and shoved into a berg.

“I’m tired of running,” Thomas said, holding a grenade.

“Do it, Thomas,” (Y/N) spoke up.

I looked at her in surprise since just yesterday, she was screaming to get away from him.

“I forgive you and I stand with you,” (Y/N) nodded.

Thomas nodded and all hell broke loose. We kept fighting and in the end, Minho was gone.

“He’s gone,” I said.

“If you think for one second we’re not going to look for him,” (Y/N) started. “You’re wrong.”

I nodded and took her hand, letting her stand next to me.

“What’s the plan, Tommy?”

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demented-russian-empress-of-hell · 7 years

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If the Glove Fits pt2

“Newt you haven’t shut up about the boy since you met him, please give my ears a rest,” Siggy, Newt’s steward, pleaded as the prince raved, once again, about Thomas’ stunning brown eyes.

“Sorry Sig, it’s just, he’s so,” Newt trailed off lost in thought.

“So perfect?” Siggy finished.

“Yes, so bloody perfect,”

“You got it bad my friend. What’s your father going to say when you tell him you’re in love with a commoner? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but you know how your father can be,”

“Fuck! Father! I was supposed to meet with him to discuss the ball he’s throwing for my birthday,” Newt panics as he rushes out of the room. He could hear Siggy laughing somewhere in the distance, but he’s already late.

“Sorry I’m late father,” Newt gasped out, bursting into his father’s study.

“Ah, there you are Newton, you’re late,” the king reprimanded.

“I know, I’m sorry, I was talking with Sig,” Newt explained as he took a seat across from his father’s desk. The king hummed in acceptance and returned to his seat behind the large mahogany desk.

“Do you know what this meeting is about Newton?”

“The ball you’re throwing for my birthday?”

“Correct. You’re turning twenty-one in one week, it’s time you think about finding a spouse, someone to rule with you when I’m gone,” The king stated.

“A spouse? Father, you can’t be serious?”

“I have never been more serious son. Now I know you don’t quite enjoy the company of the ladies here in the palace, and that’s fine, but that doesn’t mean you can avoid marriage,”

“Father, what if I told you I met someone?” Newt asked, nervous as to where this could lead.

“That farm boy you have been raving to your steward about? Yes I heard about that, and do you really think a commoner is fit to be your spouse, to help you rule a country? You need someone who can help you with the diplomatic decisions you’re going to have to make. Someone who knows how to act in the presence of other nobles, who has been trained in proper etiquette. How do expect some common farm boy to be able to advise you properly?” The king argued.

“Father, you haven’t even met him! For all you know he could be the son of a bloody lord!” Newt rebutted.

“I’m not discussing this any further Newton, you will choose a spouse the night of the ball and it will be a noble,” the king left no room for argument, slamming his hand down on the desk as he said his part.

“Fine father, but as it is MY birthday, I have one request,”

“And that is?”

“We invite every eligible bachelor and maiden in the land, no matter what their status may be. It’s my birthday, and if I am to rule this land I should get to know the people I will be ruling over,”

“Fine, but you are still to choose a noble,” King Isaacs conceded.

“Also, I would like it to be a masquerade ball,” Newt added off handedly as he exited his father’s office.

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Two days after Thomas had his run-in with the gorgeous blonde man, Newt, a messenger from the palace showed up at his door.

“Um, hello?” Thomas said so eloquently.

“How many eligible sirs and or maidens reside in this household?” the messenger inquired, ignoring Thomas’ utter confusion.

“Huh?”

“How many sirs and or maidens reside here are of an appropriate age to wed?” the messenger asked once more.

“Uhh… three?” Thomas answered. The messenger nodded and handed Thomas three envelopes and left without another word. Thomas stood there, envelopes in hand, staring slack-jawed at where the palace messenger had just been, his brain still at the point where it was processing what had just happened. Finally he looked down at what he had been handed. They looked like invitations. Not wanting to miss the chance to go to the palace, even if just for a night to escape his family, Thomas slipped one of the invitations under his shirt where his step-father wouldn’t find it.

“Who was that?” Aris asked when Thomas returned to the parlor.

“A messenger from the palace, he left these,” Thomas said, tossing the invitations onto the coffee table.

“From the palace?” Teresa squealed, tearing the light blue paper open.

“What does it say sweetheart?” Lord Janson asked, looking up from his paper work.

“We’ve been invited to the ball!” Teresa shrieked and Thomas was certain that the crack in her teacup hadn’t been there a minute ago, “It says that all eligible maidens and bachelors, old enough to wed but not over thirty years of age, are invited to attend a masquerade ball in celebration of the prince’s twenty-first birthday,”

“It also says that the prince will be choosing a spouse the night of the ball,” Aris said, reading his own invitation.

“This is the best news I’ve heard in quite some time. With any luck one of my two darling children will be the one to capture the prince’s heart and restore this family back to rightful place among the nobility,” Lord Janson said, “Thomas go into town and get that Sonya girl to make a gown and suit worthy of catching the prince’s eye! Now! And don’t dawdle about, you still have much to do around here,”

“Yes sir,” Thomas replied, already half way to the door. He took up a casual stroll along the horse beaten path to the village, enjoying the light summer breeze drifting in through the trees. A content smile flitted across his face, the thought of seeing Newt again kept his thoughts positive. The blonde had been plaguing Thomas’ every waking thought, and even a few of his sleeping ones. Though there was that small voice in the back of his head reminding him that his step-father would never let him go. Lord Janson would stop at nothing to make Thomas’ life miserable, and if he found out that Thomas had also received an invitation to the ball he would do everything in his earthly power to prevent Thomas from going. Thomas let out a breath of dejection as he opened the door to the cozy workshop of the local seamstress.

“Good afternoon Thomas,” Sonya greeted merrily.

“Good afternoon Sonya,” Thomas replied, lacking his normal cheerful disposition.

“I assume you are here to ask me to make clothes for Teresa and Aris? For the ball?”

“You’d be right in your assumption. Lord Janson said the gown and suit needed to be ‘worthy of catching the prince’s eye’ or something like that,” Thomas responded to the petite blonde.

“I’ll do my best,” she laughed, “Why aren’t you getting a suit Thomas? I thought all eligible bachelors and maidens were invited?”

“You know Lord Janson would never let me go,” Thomas said, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips, “I need to go. I’ll be back to pick up the clothes in a few days,”

“Alright Thomas. Don’t let them get you down, you deserve better and someday you’ll get it,” Sonya said. She regarded Thomas as a precious flower that was waiting for the right moment to bloom and wanted nothing more to help him bloom into the kind, young man she knew he was.

The day of the ball had arrived and Thomas was rushing off to Sonya’s to pick up the garments for his step-siblings.

“There you are Thomas,” Sonya greeted when he stepped into her shop.

“Sorry, I meant to stop by yesterday and get the clothes but I never had any time. I’m so sorry,” Thomas gasped out.

“It’s fine Thomas, it’s really fine,” Sonya said.

“Are you sure? I know you must have a lot to do and with me not picking up the clothes like I said--” Thomas ranted.

“I told you it’s fine. Now take the garments, and go get ready for the ball,” Sonya cut him off, handed him three garment bags, and pushed him out the door.

“Wait, Sonya, there’s three bags here, I only asked for two pieces,”

“I know that. Don’t let Rat-man find out,” she answered before shutting the door behind him. He looked over the bags, finding the last one had his name on it. What was Sonya thinking, Lord Janson would never pay for this, let alone allow Thomas the chance to wear it. But maybe he could find a way.

Thomas spent the rest of the day helping Teresa and Aris get ready for the ball, he finished with barely enough time to prepare himself. He had a vague plan of how he was going to sneak away to the ball, but it rested heavily on luck, something Thomas didn’t have a lot of. The heather grey suit Sonya had made for him fit perfectly, and the simple white mask he found while cleaning the attic didn’t look out of place with the ensemble.

When he thought the coast was clear, Thomas crept down from the attic, hoping to sneak out through the kitchen and meet Minho at the stables. Everything had gone smoothly so it was just a matter of time before Thomas’ luck ran out. And that it did. As Thomas was descending the last few steps his step-family entered the foyer.

“My, my Thomas don’t you look all gussied up?” Lord Janson sneered.

“What are you all dressed up for? You’re not thinking about going to the ball are you? You didn’t even get an invitation,” Teresa scoffed.

“Umm, actually I did,” Thomas whispered more to the floor than the other occupants of the room.

“I find that highly unlikely,” Aris quipped. Thomas couldn’t help but notice how his step-brother’s salmon toned suit clashed yet also some how complimented Teresa’s celery green gown.

“The invitations were sent to every eligible maiden and bachelor in the kingdom. So I thought,”

“You thought what? That you would have time to attend the ball when there’s so much for you to do here?” Lord Janson asked.

“And in that? It’s practically falling apart,” Teresa barked as she tore one of Thomas’ sleeves from his jacket.

“I mean, honestly, how could you even think to show yourself in public in those rags?” Aris asked as he ‘accidentally’ spilled his glass of wine on Thomas’ white shirt.

“Thomas, it’s for the best, for everyone, if you just stay here and finish your chores,” Lord Janson said, ripping the mask off and shattering it on the wood floor, “Come now children, the prince is waiting,”

Thomas was left standing on last step, suit in tatters, and absolutely heart-broken by the cruelty of his step-family. He tried to stop the tears that were already welling up in the corners of his eyes, but nothing could stop the flood once it started. He ran out to the garden, the calm of the evening a welcome embrace. Not long after Minho found Thomas curled up by the fountain.

“Thomas? What happened?” Minho asked as he situated himself next to the brunette.

“My family. They ruin everything,” Thomas said, his voice shaking from the crying.

“I’m sorry, I know you were looking forward to possibly seeing Newt again,” Minho said, rubbing gentle circles on the younger man’s back.

“And if you want to see him again you need to pull yourself together, and fast,” a deep, richly accented voice spoke up from behind Thomas and Minho.

“Who are you?” Minho asked. The man in question appeared to be around fifty years of age, his skin a dark shade of caramel, his eyes mirthful while also caring and concerned. The stark white suit the man wore seemed unnaturally clean, and the way he leaned on a matching cane, it was all just too odd.

“I’m just a concerned citizen who felt the overwhelming urge to help this poor boy in his time of need,” The mystery man said.

“Uh-huh, I’m sure you are, now why don’t you tell us who you really are,” Minho retorted.

“I think Thomas has already figured out who I am, haven’t you Thomas?”

“Uhh… No. How do you know who I am?” Thomas asked, confusion evident in his words.

“Really Thomas, I thought you would know by now, didn’t you ever listen to the stories your mother used to tell you?” the man queried.

“Huh?”

“Oh boy. You always were a little slow weren’t you? I’m your fairy godmother!” the man exclaimed.

“Fairy godmother? But you’re a man?” Minho said slowly, seriously questioning the mental state of the man before him.

“Good to know you have eyes, I guess fairy godfather would be a more apropos term, or you could just call me Jorge,”

“Fairy godfather? Did my step-father put you up to this? Because that’s low, even for him,” Thomas said.

“Your step-father? That rat faced man who left with those two spoiled brats? Oh honey, you could give me all the riches in the world and I still wouldn’t even lift a finger for people like him,” the level of sass in that statement caused Thomas to snort in laughter.

“Well if you are my fairy godfather why are you here?” Thomas asked.

“I’m here because you are supposed to be at that ball. Aren’t you curious as to why the prince would invite all eligible maidens and bachelors to celebrate his birthday with him? Now get up, you’re not doing yourself any favors staying curled up in the dirt,”

Thomas stood, Minho following right behind him. The stable hand was very protective of Thomas and he didn’t trust this Jorge person as far as Thomas could throw him.

“So, let’s see, you’re going to need a carriage,”

“Tough luck there, Rat-man took the only one we have,” Minho said, maybe a tad too hostile.

“That does put a damper on things, or it would if I didn’t have this,” Jorge twirled his walking stick with practiced ease, a sarcastic smirk plastered on his face.

“And what is that going to do? Thomas is better off having me carry him to the ball,”

“You are a very small-minded individual aren’t you? Haven’t you ever heard of a little thing called magic?”

“Magic? You mean the thing that doesn’t exist? The thing parents tell their kids about in bedtime stories?” Minho sassed.

“Exactly that,”

“So you’re telling me you’re going to use magic to get little Tomboy here to the ball? Yeah, right, prove it,”

“Gladly, if it will shut you up,” Jorge said twirling his cane and pointing it at the stable hand, “I’d put him in some water if you don’t want him to die,”

Where Minho once stood was a tiny, flopping minnow. Thomas, in a panic, grabbed to flailing minnow and threw it into the fountain, forgetting that there was no water running to the fountain anymore. Jorge gave Thomas an exasperated look and returned the Asian to his original form before he actually did die because Thomas was oblivious.

“You were saying?” Jorge asked.

“You- I was a- You turned me into- Thomas you nearly killed me!” Minho ranted.

“Sorry, I panicked, I forgot the fountain doesn’t work,” Thomas said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No time for apologies, we need to get Thomas to the ball, now do you have any round vegetables?” Jorge cut in.

“Round vegetables? Umm, I think we have onions,”

“That’ll work, you,” Jorge pointed to Minho, “Go find the largest onion you can and bring it here,”

“Why me?” Minho whined, he hated onions and did not want to go near them.

“You want to be a fish again?”

Minho was gone, and back with a reasonably sized onion in a matter of seconds. Jorge smirked at him then turned his focus to the onion.

“I’d stand back if I were you, magic isn’t always predicable,” Jorge warned.

Thomas and Minho took cover behind the garden wall, peeking over to watch the strange man work his magic. With a flick of his cane the onion began to grow, expanding at an alarming rate.

“Well this is new,” Jorge said as he slowly backed away from the now glowing vegetable. Thomas and Minho shared a worried look and steadied themselves behind the flimsy rock wall. They stayed crouched down until an ear-piercing bang resounded from where the onion once sat. In it’s place now stood a lavish, but not overly so, white carriage.

“What’s next? Hmm, ah, yes, a coachman,” Jorge said more to himself than Thomas and Minho.

“Where are you going to find a coachman at this time?” Minho asked.

“Right here,” Jorge said, once again subjecting the Asian to his magic. Minho was now dressed in a full suit worthy of any nobleman’s staff.

“And just how do expect me to drive this thing? There are no horses to pull it,” Minho snapped.

“Horses would be useful wouldn’t they?” Jorge mused. And soon enough a group of four field mice were replaced with four white horses.

“I think that should be good, quickly now Thomas we need to get you to that ball,” Jorge said as he pushed Thomas towards the carriage.

“But my suit,” Thomas said softly, “I can’t show up to a ball in this,”

“You’re right, that suit is terrible, the color is totally wrong for you and you don’t even have a mask,” Jorge observed.

“Gee thanks for the vote of confidence,” Thomas sighed.

“Not to worry, magic has an answer for everything, or most everything, there are always a few contingencies,” Jorge pointed the end of his walking stick at Thomas, whispered something, and let the magic do the rest. Thomas felt a strange static wash over him, it wasn’t unpleasant, just peculiar. When the magic faded away Thomas stood in a pale blue suit, the light color contrasting wonderfully with his dark hair and eyes. His hands were covered in a pair of silk gloves, the same pale blue as the rest of outfit. On his face, a simple, yet elegant silver mask.

“There, you look perfect,” Jorge beamed as if Thomas was his own son. Thomas blushed and thanked the older man as he clambered into the carriage.

“Wait, what about my family? Even with a mask I’m sure at least one of them will recognize me,” Thomas said worriedly.

“Not to worry, just another thing that magic can help you with,”

Another wave of the static.

“There, they won’t recognize you even if you take the mask off. Oh but thing, you only have until the final stroke of midnight, at which point the magic will wear off and all will return to normal,”

“Midnight? That’s more than enough time, thank you so much,”

“You’re very welcome hermano, now go and have the time of your life,”

Minho took off, driving the carriage as fast as the horses would allow to the palace. Thomas sat in the back, smiling like an idiot the whole ride there.

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