#newtmas safe haven

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I know I'm waaaaay too late with this and I actually planned to write a whole fic for @mazerunner-goes-eurovision but I was struggling so much with finding a German song to fit the newtmas theme I had in mind and when I finally found one real life got so demanding I had no time to actually write anything so here's a moodbooard and my sorry attempt to translate the song it was inspired by 🎶

Das Beste (click to listen to the song)

Ich habe einen Schatz gefunden Und er trägt deinen Namen

I salvaged a treasure, and it's bearing your name

So wunderschön und wertvoll Und mit keinem Geld der Welt zu bezahlen

So beautiful and precious, not to be weighed in money

Du schläfst neben mir ein Ich könnt dich die ganze Nacht betrachten

You fall asleep next to me, I’m awake to admire you all night

Seh'n wie du schläfst, hör'n wie du atmest Bis wir am Morgen erwachen

Watching you sleep, listen to your heartbeat,  until we wake in the morning

Hast es wieder mal geschafft, mir den Atem zu rauben Wenn du neben mir liegst, dann kann ich es kaum glauben Dass jemand wie ich Sowas schönes wie dich verdient hat

Time after time, you're taking my breath, it’s in moments like these, it’s so hard to believe,  that someone like me was lucky enough to end up with you

Du bist das Beste, was mir je passiert ist Es tut so gut, wie du mich liebst Vergess den Rest der Welt Wenn du bei mir bist

You are the best of what could have happened to me it feels so good, the way you love Forget everything around me with you here by my side

[dont-let-me-eat-pears]

Newt | Peeta

[just-a-girl-who-loves-tmr]

Newt: I really like this guy but I don’t know how to tell him

Thomas: just be direct

Newt: okay, Thomas I like you

Thomas: yeah, now say it to them

Newt: I just did

Thomas: what did they say?

Newt: they said ‘yeah, now say it to them’

Thomas: but that’s what I said

Newt: I know

Thomas:

Newt:

Thomas:

Newt:

Thomas: OHHHHHH

[faghoon]

'NEWT SURVIVED AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY IN THE SAFE HAVEN TOGETHER' I yell as they drag me in the mental hospital...

[troyssix]

NEWTMAS NEWTMAS NEWTMAS

(books)

"newt squeezed his hand tightly"

"thomas realized how much newt meant to him"

"what's up, tommy? you look bloody great for 3 in the morning"

"i knew i'd follow you anywhere. and i have" (this is just the films ik but still)

also newt only trusting thomas with the note

also the TENSION

also newt being confirmed fruity

historians say "they were great friends" THEY WERE GAY BITCHES

[newtslvt]

Thomas wears Newt’s letter around his neck and Newt wears a safety pin. I said what I said.

[moonysgoldenstar]

have you guys watched the artful dodger? I just love that scene in which jack sleeps with his fingers on belle’s wrist to make sure she’s alive, it’s just so-

hear me out, a newtmas au in which newt got the cure and they’re in the safe haven and thomas spends weeks taking care of him refusing to leave him and he sleeps with his fingers on newt’s wrist just to feel his blood completely free of the flare

[ssseashell]

— some Safe Haven Newtmas headcanons 🫂

Thomas would often feel the need to ask Newt how he's feeling because of his leg pain that somehow only grew worse after being so close to the past Gone before receiving the cure;

Every time that happened, Newt would say it's fine, even if it wasn't. He knew if he told Thomas the truth, the brunet wouldn't let him help the community and work on their little farm for the rest of the day (it's his favorite activity, and also makes him feel useful).

Now that they actually had time to sit, talk and know each other better, Newt would spend hours telling Thomas his Glade stories from the time the brunet hadn't arrive yet;

Thomas would listen to it with a smile on his face, relieved that now everything was over and Next could rest and remember about the days of the Glade by the good bits.

Somehow they found an old record player and vinyls from before the Sun Flares in Safe Haven, and they sat together in silence just listening to songs for the first time.

During bonfires, Newt would stay up late chatting with their friends. Thomas would also stick around but, after feeling exhausted, would just sleep with his head on Newt's lap.

Stolen glances;

Hugs that lasted way longer than usual;

Acts of service and helping each other with their tasks once they were done with their own.

Newt started to question their relatioship after a while, especially when he would find Thomas helping or playing with the kids of the community and he noticed his heart would flutter at the view for some reason;

Thomas also started to look at Newt differently, mostly because everytime he would sleep on Newt's lap during bonfires, the blond woke him up with a sweet, low voice, whispering right next to his ear so they could get up and go to bed and his heart would stop.

Still, none of them would bring it up, afraid the other didn’t feel the same and they would only destroy their friendship.

But they didn't need to, of course, because Minho was the first one to bring up the fact they had feelings for one another the second he noticed how oblivious the two were.

[patolemus]

rewatching the death cure right now. i am not coping well. i expect newtmas fix it fics in my future

[majycka]

çօէէąցҽçօɾҽ! ղҽաէʍąʂ

[crvngefrvll]

I wondered how many gladers promised their friends, partners, and loved ones to take them to safe haven yet ended up becoming cranks, losing their loved ones, or even themselves trying to fight through..

Great. I am now in tears.

[simplykayley]

Does anyone recognize this The Maze Runner fanfiction?? I can't find the link anywhere. 😭

I believe that there was Newtmas (don't quote me but I do remember their developing relationship being a talking point) and it is a fix-it where they make it to the Safe Haven. Sonya was actually a large POV in this one and we see her developing relationships with Harriet and Newt. I remember that the Safe Haven already had a population of people living there that had a problem with the "Munies" coming so that leads to a lot of conflict between the two groups that eventually leads to the adults forcing them to do a Secret Santa sort of thing. Sonya gets Harriet as the person she needs to make a gift for and a lot of the story is her trying to figure out what gift to make.

[just-a-girl-who-loves-tmr]

Thomas: it’s fine, it’s just a crush, it’s nothing serious

Newt: hi

Thomas: I love you

[promisesbutnevertokeep]

Isn’t that what he wanted? Part three

part one | part two | part three

tags: @zer0brainc3lls @the-flaminhos

Trigger warning: mentions of death, mentions of suicide, survivors guilt

(When the text is in italics it’s Thomas’s conscience)

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It was cold. The island, the water, the feeling in Thomas’ chest. The sun hadn’t shown its face in a while, the grey clouds overshadowing the supposed haven. Truth was, Thomas didn’t feel like this place was a haven. His haven wasn’t around anymore. He was long gone now, his haven was murdered by his own hands.

He’d killed him. Though the blood wasn’t literally there anymore, he still felt the need to scrub his hands to try get rid of the feeling. That awful guilty feeling that filled his chest and made him sick to his stomach.

Minho sat down next to him, “Thomas..” he was careful not to startle him. “He’s not in pain anymore, he’s finally at peace, he wouldn’t want you to be-“

The brunette snapped “I don’t get it Minho! Why did some people not be able to be immune and why did it have to be newt! He- he told me he’d follow me anywhere..” tears reached the brim of his eyes but he wouldn’t let them fall. They stung and made his vision go blurry but not once did they fall.

Minho stared in shocked, but gently rubbed his shoulder before getting up “I’m here if you need me, we all are Thomas.” He walked away, since Thomas clearly wasn’t in the right mental state for talking.

He felt he wasn’t worthy of comfort, and many did try to console him, give him the consolation that he did a noble thing, that he did the correct thing. But Thomas would push and push them away in refusal to be comforted. Even if others forgave him, he wouldn’t ever forgive himself.

the simplest reason why? he couldn’t bring himself to.

The brunette sat on the beach. It was empty because of the gloomy day, just him and his conscience, which was quite a danger when he was in such a fragile state. There’s many different ways to process a death of a loved one, but the slowest is not accepting it at all.

Thomas’s hand held the capsule necklace of his deceased Love, clinging to it for some sense of clarity. His eyes scanned the words on the paper once more;

‘Dear Thomas, this is the first letter I could remember writing. Obviously, I don't know if I wrote any before the Maze. But even if it's not my first, it's likely to be my last. I want you to know that I'm not scared. Well, not of dying, anyway. It's more forgetting. It's losing myself to this virus, that's what scares me. So every night, I've been saying their names out loud. Alby. Winston. Chuck. And I just repeat them over and over like a prayer, and it - And it all comes flooding back. Just the little things like where the sun used to hit the Glade at that perfect moment right before it slipped beneath the walls. And I remember the taste of Frypan's stew. I never thought I'd miss that stuff so much. And I remember you. From the first time you came up in the box, just a scared little Greenie who couldn't even remember his own name. But from that moment you ran into the Maze, I knew I would follow you anywhere. And I have. We all have. If I could do it all over again, I would. And I wouldn't change a thing. My hope for you: when you're looking back years from now, you'll be able to say the same. The future is in your hands now, Tommy. I know you'll find a way to do what's right. You always have. Take care of everyone for me. And take care of yourself. You deserve to be happy. Thank you for being my friend. Goodbye, mate. Newt.’

Teardrops stained the worn, crinkled page, the ink smearing.

This was the first time Thomas had allowed himself to cry, and suddenly all that emotion and anger at himself hidden behind that numb wall came flooding out. He sobbed to himself, shouting at the sky to bring his Newt back, he needed him back.. he did all this for him and he was gone-

‘Why are you crying Thomas?” There was that voice at the back of his head. “Is it because you found out Newt wasn’t immune and that he was going to die no matter what? Or is it because if you’d listened to Teresa there’s a chance you could’ve been sat here with him, but instead you let him die?”

He winced at the voice, he couldn’t deny it.

“But Thomas? Isn’t that what he wanted?”

he laid back against the sand, silently praying for some divine intervention to come and swallow him up in the sand so he could be with Newt once more. The safe haven wasn’t a haven to him. It was safe yes, but his haven wasn’t there anymore, and why live without someone to live for?

The words of his conscience stuck with him. ‘Did newt get what he wanted?’

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this hasn’t been reread so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

[thepersassiest]

strong - thominewt

the chubby!minho safe haven fic that we all needed <3

When Thomas had awoken in the box and been thrown into life in the Glade, he couldn’t have even dreamed up a life like the one he was living now. The air was fresher, the sun didn't scorch his skin, the food was never scarce, and the constant torture and fight for survival that had previously dominated his life had ceased entirely. Thomas and Minho had been reunited with Newt (blood on the knife - don’t ask.) and the three of them had begun building a future together in their Safe Haven. They hadn’t taken the time to define their relationship, but they didn’t need to. Thomas knew how he felt about his two best friends, and knew that they loved him and each other all the same. Nothing could change that, despite how much their lives had changed in the last year.

One of the most significant changes, however, had been in Minho. Thomas remembered the first time he noticed a change in the older boy’s physique. It had been a quiet morning, the three of them lounging in the sun outside of their small house. Newt had cooked them breakfast, a hearty meal of eggs, bacon, fruit, and fresh bread. Minho had eaten in slight excess, as he often did, but Thomas noticed how his friend’s muscular frame had softened. There was a small, yet undeniable, swell to his belly.

Thomas was beyond ecstatic. He had no trouble remembering how Minho had been around food when they had first arrived at the Safe Haven. How thin and weak the boy had been from months of living in captivity with WCKED. How his appetite was small, and he could often barely keep his food down. Even once he was able to eat, his mental state was so bad that he hardly wanted to. It took their reunion with Newt and months of coaxing to get Minho eating comfortably the way he was now, and Thomas couldn't get enough.

"So handsome." He would often tease, his hand resting on Minho's softened stomach as he leaned in to steal a kiss, never shying away from pointing out the boy’s weight gain. Every chance he got, he would reach out and touch Minho's belly, marveling at the softness. He loved the way it felt under his hands, how it rounded under his palm, and gave a little when he pressed into it. It was a constant, tangible reminder that they were safe, that Minho didn't have to run himself into the ground anymore.

Minho's face would always turn a little red, but Thomas could see the corner of his lips twitch into a smile. "Slim it," he muttered, but there was no bite to his words.

read the full fic on ao3:

inspired by this post:

[newtslvt]

In TDC film when Newt says ”We started this together, we might as well end it that way too” and then it cuts to Newt’s death where he stabs himself with the knife except Thomas remembers what Newt had said so he grabs the gun and takes his own life too. They end up both lying dead next to each other :(