#soniet fic

[itsthemxze]

The maze women prompt: sweet nothings

Based on sweet nothing by Taylor swift

Harriet is under a lot of pressure, everyone has expectations of her and there’s a plan she has to follow, but it’s all a little bit easier with Sonya by her side

Alternate universe, modern setting, college, established relationship, fluff

[subjecta5theglue]

wrote a soniet fic for @themazewomen event!!

prompt: belonging <3

[la-gotica-fantasma]

hound dog -

characters - sonya x harriet (friends to lovers)

setting - highschool au

word count - 979

warnings - violence (fighting), kissing, bullying, gossiping

summary - harriet cant let shit that has to do with sonya slide. sonya is more than grateful for harriet, making a decision that changes everything for them.

authors notes - they are 18. i don’t really like this, but i needed to show my love for soniet/sonyarriet. and in case it was misleading, they are queer for eachother in this fic

Harriet held her head in her palm, her elbow uncomfortably pressed against the desk. Her other hand occupied by the antsy fidgeting of her pencil. Her nerves having already been toyed with the entire day, she was in no mood to hear the agitating, high pitched, gossiping from directly behind her. Both girls going back and forth.

“The way her braid perfectly falls, annoyingly perfect is a wonderful way to describe her.” “She does charity, isn’t that the most obnoxious thing you’ve ever heard?” “To be that sweet you have to have ulterior motives.” “She’s too pretty to be that nice.” “If everyone leaves her she’d have it coming.”

Here these girls were, shittalking Sonya. Her bestfriend, Sonya. Her ride or die, Sonya. Her Sonya. Harriet heard as much as she wanted to hear, but they didn’t cease their blabbering. Acting on temptation Harriet turns to look at the both of them, her facial expression as sharp as a stone statue. “You keep talking about her like that, and I’ll wipe the floor with you like a swiffer.” She spat, her tone no less than venomous. Turning back around she heard one of them whisper again. “Who knew Sonya had a new hound dog. Protecting her weak, good-for-nothing owner.” The girls’ giggles echoed across the room.

‘ “Hound dog”? I’m not a hound dog for defending a friend. It doesn’t make me a hound dog to care for her. ’ Harriet thought, she began reciting the words of the girls in her mind.

‘ “Weak”, “Good-for-nothing”, “Annoyingly perfect”, “Obnoxious”, “Too pretty to be that nice”? you can’t be serious.’

Sonya was the polar opposite of any of those words. The girls gossiping was endless, to have so many awful things to say about such a lovely girl didn’t make sense to Harriet, but how could it?

The bell rang, everyone urgently rushing out the door, Harriet doesn’t wait a second when she sees the two girls who earlier mocked Sonya. “Hey!” Harriet blared, one of the girls turning to look back at Harriet. “Hey what.” The girl taunted agitatedly, her and Harriet walking to meet in the middle of the hall. “A promise is a promise.” Harriet admonished, blowing a swift punch into the girls abdomen. Slightly hunching over, the girl kicked Harriet in the shin and scratched at her face. Harriet tackled the girl to the ground, arm on the girls chest to keep her down. “Now what was it I said I’d do again?” Harriet mocked. “Oh yeah!” Her mock ends as she grabs the girls shoulders. “I said I’d wipe the floor with you like you’re a swiffer.” Harriet tugs her shoulders left and right, swiping her hair and jacket with the nasty grime on the floor. The girl freed her arm and pulled Harriets hair, “Oh, you fight exactly how you talk.” She said as she delivered another blow straight to the girls face. A strained whine leaves the girls lips at the painful feeling of Harriet getting up off her. “I hope you learned a valuable lesson not to talk bad on good people.” Harriet hissed, walking out the side door to the freshly mowed grass. A few people staring at her as she walked out, but Harriet didn’t care.

Harriet unlocked and opened the door of Sonya and Newts apartment, which was practically Sonya, Newt, and Harriets apartment at this point. Stepping inside shes greeted by Sonyas face looking down, focused on whatever she was knitting now. “Hi, Sonnie.” Harriet croaked, even after Harriet being so confident not even 30 minutes before, something about Sonya made her want to be calmer. Sonyas excitement radiates when looking up at her friend, but soon dissipates when she sees Harriets face. “Harri, what happened? Are you okay? Who did this?” Sonya bombarded her with questions. Slowly walking up to her, Harriet gently puts both of her hands on Sonyas shoulders, slowly pulling her into a hug. “I’m okay, if you think my little scratch is bad-” Harriet was cut off. “You’re bleeding, and why? You haven’t told me why.” Sonya was as stressed as can be, her questions turning into orders. “Tell me why.” Harriet pulls slightly away from the hug, looking down shes met with Sonya already staring dead at her, looking unamused. Harriet quickly turned shy, “These girls, they were talking shit, thats all.”, Sonya didn’t seem to buy it. “Harriet.” Sonya bellowed, “You have never thrown a punch for someone talking shit.” Harriets eyelids fell in guilt. “They were talking shit on you.” Sonya looked shocked, her eyes widening at the thought of Harriet fighting for her. “I’m-” Sonya sighed, “I’m just disappointed.” Harriet looked like a guilt ridden puppy “Sonnie.” she muttered, but her mouth left agape. Sonya grabbed the sides of Harriets face, quickly pulling her into a kiss. Harriets eyes were still open, and she didn’t kiss back. Sonya rapidly pulled away from the kiss. “Oh shit- oh my god-” her voice brittle, tears building in their ducts. “I just- I just thought, maybe we shouldn’t go on like this, like friends is all we are- but I guess-” Sonyas anxious stammers were soon cut off by Harriet putting one hand on Sonya’s hip, and the other on the back of her neck, leaving Sonya staring at her, placing her hands on both her arms. “God, even if this ruins us, it’ll feel so good.” Harriet breathed, her lips hovering right above Sonya’s. “I don’t want to have to only fantasize anymore.” and with that, Sonyas lips were on Harriets, and Harriets lips were on Sonyas. Lips melting, it felt like they were watching themselves from third person, spinning. So desperate for each other they stay kissing, and pray that eachother will be a life-line, never needing to take a break to breathe because they are each others oxygen.

[mazerunner-rarepairs]

Maze Runner Rarepair Bingo: Rules and FAQ

Which ships qualify as rareships?

All ships with less than 150 fics where they are the main ship posted to ao3.

Qualify: Brenderesa, Soniet, Minally, Nally, Trenda, Nalby + all other possible ships you can think of!

Don't qualify: Thomesa, Thomally, Newtmas, Thominho, Minewt, Thominewt

When does the event take place?

The bingo runs throughout the month of May - May 1st to May 31st.

Read on for rules & FAQ 🔽

Rules

When posting, tag this blog and add the tumblr tag #rareshipbingo2024. Indicate which square your submission fills.

Fic and Artwork needs to be original, that means created for the event.

Any submission types are welcome for the Rarepair Bingo. fanart, fic, fanvids, moodboards, podfics - knock yourselves out!

The AO3 board however can only be filled with fic.

All topics are allowed, the one important thing is to tag your works appropriately. With darker themes err on the side of caution. If you're unsure, feel free to reach out.

If you post nsfw fics to tumblr, make sure you put the text under a read more break (just type :readmore: and hit enter).

You must be 18+ to submit explicit content.

I will be marking all nsfw submissions with the community label for sexually explicit content, so those who don't want to see nsfw submissions make sure to enable community labels.

This event allows all kind of content regarding maturity and topic - I expect followers and participants to practise good fandom culture and adhere to the don't like don't read principle. No bashing ships or tropes you personally don't like.

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Upload your fics to the AO3 collection .

Addition made on May 5th: platonic ships are also allowed! For more info see this post.

Clarification: the rarepair needs to be the main focus of the fic. pairings that don't qualify as rareships can appear in your work, but only as a side ship. if you're unsure about this rule feel free to contact me.

FAQ

Is there a minimum word count for fics? No.

Are poly ships allowed? Yes.

Can one submission count for multiple squares from the same board? No. You have to decide which square you want to "use" your submission on, even if it combines prompts.

Can one submission fount for 2 squares on different boards? Yes! Eg if you write a fic for the square "poetry" and it's also the first fic for a ship, it can count for both the poetry square and the "write the first fic for a ship".

Can I submit WIPS? Yes.

Can I submit new chapters of a current WIP? Yes. If you have a rareship fic that you've been dying to continue, feel free to use the bingo as a motivator!

When is the reblogging perios? May 1-31st.

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All the AO3 squares are to be filled in regards to the AO3 tag before April 22 - today.

Example: if you want to write a Rachel/Miyoko fic, and someone coincidentally would post one before the start of the bingo, your Rachel/Miyoko fic would still count for the "Be the first to write a ship" square.

Similarly, and using the same example as before, if 2 bingo participants decided they wanted to write Rachel/Miyoko, the person who posts their submission second would still get to fill the "Be the first to write a ship" square.

This applies to all AO3 squares:

If your fic is longer than all the fics posted before April 22, it fills the "Write the longest existing fic for a ship" square.

If before April 22nd there was no "General Audiences" rated fic for the rareship of your choice, your fic fills the "Be the first to write a rating no one has written for the ship before" square.

If you need help using the AO3 filtering system to figure out if you would be the first to write for a ship or for any of the other AO3 squares, drop this blog an ask and I'll help you out! I know not everyone is familiar with AO3 and I want this event to be open to everyone, including AO3 newcomers.

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If any questions remain, don't hesistate to get in touch!

This post may be edited if further questions arise.

[shoobie-doobie]

Hello tumblr folks!

I am again abusing the polling function because I am indesicive. I'm almost done with the newest installment in my Tmr x Camp Half-Blood Au so expect a post about that soon! However, I have far too many ideas of fics to write!

So, instead of deciding for myself I decided to ask tumblr! (Beneath the poll is a more detailed description of what each option means)

Teresa and Alby attempt to matchmake (CHB Au): Alby realises that one of the younger Athena campers (Frankie) has a crush on one of the campers from Cabin 11 (Jack). He ropes Teresa into helping him get the two together before summer's end. Set in the same year as Solivagant. Ships: Jack x Frankie, (maybe some background Newtmas or Soniet)

Newt realises he is in love with Thomas (CHB Au): Litterally what it sounds like. Set two years before Monachopsis. Ships: Newtmas (maybe some background Soniet)

Hotel California Au: Thomas hasn't heard from his older sister (Teresa) in six years when he randomly recieves a letter from her inviting him to the grand re-opening of her new hotel! Ships: Newtmas

Aesthetic Summer Au: found a random list that claimed the key to having a perfect summer, litterally just Newt (ocasionally followed by Thomas, Minho, or Sonya) completing my favourites from the list. Ships: Newtmas (maybe even Thominewt)

Crazy polycule Roadtrip: I felt like writing something with a crazy polycule and also wanted to write a roadtrip so why not combine it?? Ships: overly complex web of relationships which I will make and post if this option is picked

[scorchedmazes]

2024 WRITING IN REVIEW

got tagged by leah (@directionerplusgleek <33)

apparently it took her two hours to do this so i need to buckle up bc i have no idea how many fics i posted in 2024 (im terrified)

sooo:

May:

Rarepair bingo:

my boy builds coffins: minally, prompt: based on a song

is this.. real?: minally, prompt: major character (un)death

the injury of finally knowing you: benho, prompt: missing scene

take me to church: minally and vinge, prompt(s): because i want you to & more than one rarepair ship in one fic

Thominho week:

they'll be okay: thominho, prompt(s): what if & panic attack

June:

I'm Not Living In This World Without You: thominho, set during tdc

July:

a ship to wreck: minally, sequel to 'my boy builds coffins'

Can You See Right Through Me?: minally, set during tmr

I'll be your friend in the daylight: minally, modern au

August:

bad idea, right?: minally, modern au

take my hand, take my whole life too: minally, modern au

Minewt Bingo:

until we meet again: minewt, prompt: 'the letter wasn't for me'

finding warmth in each other's embrace: minewt, prompt(s): 'so that's where my hoodie went' & sick at the same time

an essay and a pillow fight: minewt, prompt: early bird vs. night owl

October:

Whumptober:

Choking On Nothing But Air: Gally centered, prompt: panic attack

come morning light, you and i'll be safe and sound: minally, prompt: healing salve

Baby Steps: minho & newt, alby & newt, gally & newt, prompt: healed wrong

bruises and braids: soniet, prompt: bruises

i'm hearing voices and they're haunting my mind: minally, prompt(s): 'i can't think straight' and regret

I did good, right?: teresa & ava paige, prompt: 'i did good, right?'

i don't know what to do without you: newtmas, thominho, thominewt, minewt, prompt: shoulder to cry on

It was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line: minally, newtmas, prompt: what have i done

Soldier: minally, newtmas, brenderesa, prompt: loss of identity

December:

Fluffcember:

In The Embers: minally, prompt: roasting marshmallows

heart full of love.. and soup: minally, prompt(s): winter flu & winter soup

Christmas Sweater Chaos: minally, newtmas, brenderesa, soniet, prompt: christmas sweaters

ginger spice and everything nice: minally, prompt(s): gingerbread & sugar rush

the black diamond: minally, newtmas, brenderesa, soniet, prompt: skiing

Chicken Noodle Soup: jorge & minho, prompt(s): carols & homecooked meals

in my heart is a christmas tree farm: minally, prompt: christmas tree

ice skating and s'mores: newtmas, minally, soniet, brenderesa, prompt: fire & ice

more than anything: thominally, prompt: the perfect gift

TYSMM FOR THE TAG!! <3333

i underestimated myself bc WOW i didnt realize i typed this much,,, jfc.

(no pressure tags ofc: @ssseashell, @nxwtonsxngster, @unrealisticallyyours, & anyone else!)

[its-tea-time-darling]

First line Game

thanks shara for the tag 🤍 @voidstilesplease

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have! Make a new post.

1.

When Sonya wakes up, everything is green.

⚢ Run, Baby, Run a soniet glade fic with a spectacular number of zero kudos! 🙌🏻

2.

“Which utter idiot left his glass on the fucking floor?”

a nuisance worse than a mosquito buzzing in your ear on a hot summer night when you’re just trying to get some fucking sleep modern day au thomally.

3.

Gally opens the door to find the apartment dark.

polished blue like stones established galesa.

4.

The city is grim and grey.

At the Top of the Mountain galesa post-canon, teresa lives.

5.

They meet at a party.

⚢ Snow On The Beach brenderemas modern day au.

6.

“Andrey, Andrey my love, are you alright?”

All the Omegaverse That’s Fit to Print goncharov fic.

7.

It’s cold as soon as Sonya steps outside, but she doesn’t mind one bit.

⚢ out of ice frozen ground (blurring out my periphery) soniet ice skating au.

8.

“You know this never works.”

maroon newteresa break up au.

9.

The room is already half-full when Minho arrives.

Tie Me Up modern day au thominho w bondage.

10.

The memories are a flurry, Sonya’s hand in her own and her blonde hair whipping behind her as they chase through the WICKED corridors, gasping with laughter.

⚢ say, say that we got it canon compliant rachel/sonya fic.

~

tagging: @crestfallercanyon @pathsofoak @newtswonderland

[themazewomen]

hiii! i had a question about submitting fics to the event... i had previously started writing a soniet wip that i never published, and it happens to fit in perfectly with one of the prompts. i was wondering if it would be fine for me to finish writing it and then submit it, or if it would need to be specifically written with the event in mind?

hiya! that would to be totally fine for you to do, i’m glad one of the prompts fits with what you’ve got so far 🥳

[mazegays]

fever dream high

Thomas knows his hands are shaking. His whole body is, really--he’s exhausted, hurting, and each step feels heavier than the last. But he can’t stop now. “Thomas.” Minho--no, Minho’s unconscious, bleeding--the only thing keeping him alive is makeshift bandages and Thomas’s hand, covered in rapidly-cooling blood. He never wants to feel the texture of drying blood on his hands again.

Minho watches him. He thinks it might be getting a little creepy, but honestly, this is the first time he’s had a chance to really look at Thomas. (And, no, he doesn’t have a crush, Newt. Thomas is his soulmate, he’s pretty sure, but their marks haven’t appeared yet. He’s not sure Thomas even realizes it.) He’s heard the story a hundred times from Sonya--how Thomas had carried him back, how he’d refused care until Minho was stable. (Which was just stupid of him. It’s not like Minho was on the verge of death.) Thomas hasn’t woken up since they convinced him to lay down. “He was awake for at least a week, Minho. He’ll be out for a while yet.” Miyoko pauses. “He still thinks we can find a way out.” She seems to think Thomas’s determination is out of place. “He’s right,” Minho says. “They put us here to find a way out, and then put us back. What else could they want?” “All their test subjects relatively safe in one spot? For the world at large not to know what they’re doing?” “We’re just a bunch of orphaned kids, Miyoko, what makes you think they would care?” “Well, maybe they have kids that WICKED would take. Stop watching him all the time. What do you think he’ll do when he wakes up?” “Probably ask if I’m okay.” He’s always done that. If Newt hadn’t noticed his ear bleeding after the lightning storm, he never would have said anything about not being able to hear out of one ear. Minho finds the little scar, left by WICKED when they’d fixed it after he’d been shot. He knows Thomas hates it. “I think I’d like to be alone now.” He tells Miyoko. “He can’t even do anything, Minho. He might not…” “He’ll wake up.”

finish on ao3

[gluednewts]

sonya and harriet go exploring one summer afternoon soon upon their arrival in the safe haven. after a few hours of wandering they notice this beautiful lake in the middle of the woods. it becomes their spot, away from the others where they can be alone together. they share their first kiss there, they go on dates to that spot. harriet takes up painting and paints a portrait of sonya there, standing in front of the beautiful lake. and a few years later, they go on a picnic to that spot and that’s where sonya proposes to harriet.

slightly inspired by this tweet and this tumblr post

[itsthemxze]

The maze women prompt: (love) letters

Harriet writes letters during the months Sonya is gone, finding some way to process how she’s feeling.

Canon compliant, post tst and pre tdc, missing scenes, fluff and angst, letters, love letters

[the-bee-graveyard]

The Fine Line

Chapter Two

Hello! So this is my first chapter fic. It’s a Newt's and Brendresa fic (I’m hoping to write a Kitty one soon, sorry for my neglect to the TDA fandom recently) so um yeah I hope you like it

Sorry for any misspellings/grammar errors I did proofread, but I’m super inattentive so I probably missed stuff.

WARNING: Major Spoilers for The Death Cure

Story Summary: Newt and Teresa both survive the destruction of the last city and are brought to the safe haven with all their friends. Newt is welcomed back with open arms, and most people learn to forgive Teresa, all but the one person she wants to forgive her the most. Oblivious!Newtmas and Enemies-to-lovers!Brendresa. Minho and Sonya are sick of their friend’s being stupid. A little bit of Soniet and Mingally because I’m weak for them. Sonya and Minho are an unexpected Brotp I now can’t live without. Might actually be even more chaotic than my last fic. Combining movie and book logic because I feel like it. Pining because I said so. I might make a playlist for this fic because I like playlists.

Chapter Summary: both Teresa and Newt unexpectedly wake up in the safe haven, and Minho and Sonya don’t even give them time to catch their breaths because they’ve spotted their OTP’s and they won’t stop until they get them together. 

Chapter One: Fine Line Between Love and Hate

Part One: Teresa’s POV

Teresa used to think she knew everything. She’d been told so by many people. Those same people fed her so many lies, but it took her long to figure out that was one of them, maybe because that was the only lie she’d ever truly believed down deep in her heart. Thomas used to say she knew everything too, and maybe once he stopped believing that she did too. No matter the cause, she  now knew that there were a lot of things she didn’t know, but she did know this one thing:

She was supposed to be dead.

The last thing she remembered were the walls of her lab in the last city coming down on her. She saw a large chunk of concrete hit Janson right in the face right before she hit her head on the floor and blacked out . She could assume the rest of the building went down shortly after that. That was the end of her life, right?

So you could imagine her confusion when she woke up in a cot, not in hell.

“Great, you’re alive,” A sarcastic voice said from beside her bed. She’d recognize that voice anywhere, it had plagued her dreams and nightmares for months in the last city, for reasons Teresa didn’t understand. But now the voice was more than just a nightmare. She’d assume she’d actually woken up in hell, but the person who spoke hadn’t died and sure as heck would not have ended up in hell. They were everything Teresa could not be, and for the longest time Teresa had hated them for it.

“Brenda,” Teresa gasped. She sat up, pushing the blankets off herself and swinging her legs over the bed. As soon as she lifted her head off the pillow she regretted it, her head pounding. Brenda sat on a stool next to the bed, her legs crossed, looking bored. Teresa must have flinched from the pain or something since Brenda threw her an ice pack.

“Concussion, you hit your head pretty badly back in the last city. When Minho and I got you out of there we thought you might be already dead. The medic’s say you’ll make a full recovery, you’ve just got to take it easy for a few weeks,” Brenda explained. Brenda looked different since the last time she’d seen her. She’d cut her hair again, not as short as she had it when the two first met, but shorter than it was when Brenda and all of Teresa’s former friends kidnapped her and forced her to tell them how to get into WICKED’s headquarters.

Brenda being alive was good. Brenda being alive meant that she made it out of WICKED headquarters, which meant at least a few others had to have. A wave of grief suddenly hit Teresa, not for Brenda but for Newt. Thomas never came before the building came down on her. Maybe they could have made another cure for their friend once they got out of the city and to wherever they were now, but Teresa remembers how Newt was the last time she saw him. He had an hour left in him, that’s if they were lucky. There’s no way he could have made it wherever they were without cranking out, and Newt would have never allowed himself to get that far, to get that close to hurting his friends.

One way or another, Newt was dead. Another person’s blood on Teresa’s hands, someone Teresa long ago considered to be one of her best friends. And he died hating her, and she'd given him every right too. 

“Can you explain to me what happened?” Teresa asked once she could make herself speak again.

“You came over the speaker and gave a whole thousand word speech on how Thomas could save Newt. When we got to Newt with the serum Thomas had knocked him out to keep him alive. We gave him the serum and Thomas told us to go get you and the cure, so we did, but the building kind of fell apart. We got out just in time, we found you clutching the cure,” Brenda explained. Teresa exhaled, Newt made it. She didn’t have to add his name to the long list of those she killed. “I suggested we kill you, we got what we needed from you and someone else could recreate the cure. You can thank Thomas for being alive, he insisted we didn’t do anything to you. He was even hesitant about letting me take my shift watching over you, I guess he thought I’d strangle you in your sleep or something.”

“Where is he? Thomas?” Teresa asked.

“With Newt, we haven’t been able to peel him away from him since we got back.” Teresa couldn’t hide her grin, she always knew there was something going on between Newt and Thomas, even before the maze. She and Minho used to bet on them as children, betting their pudding cups on if they’d walk into a room holding hands or something like that. 

But thanks to her none of her friends remembered that.

“I’m sorry Brenda, I really am. I know you have no reason to believe me, but I’ll do anything to prove it. I hurt you all, and you should hate me for the rest of eternity, but I really wanted to be your friend at one point. I still do.” Brenda stood up.

“Save it for someone who cares Teresa, ‘cause I sure don’t. I never liked you.” Brenda began to walk about of the shack they were in. Teresa didn’t know why the words hurt so much, she’d never liked Brenda either. They did though. Brenda turned around in the doorway. “I’ll let the others know you’re awake though, they’ve been worried, even if they won’t admit it.”

Part Two: Thomas’s POV

Thomas was half asleep when he heard Newt mutter something. He sat right up in his chair next to Newt, waiting. It had been over two weeks since they’d gotten back from the last city, and both Newt and Teresa hadn’t woke up. 

“Tommy,” Newt mumbled.

“I’m right here Newt, it’s me,” Thomas said, leaning in closer. He felt guilty about it, but he hadn’t even gone to visit Teresa, wanting to be there when Newt woke up. 

After a minute Newt’s eyes opened, and they were clear. The black veins had faded from his body shortly after they injected the cure into Thomas, but he hadn’t opened his eyes since then so Thomas saw the insane look in them every time he closed his eyes.

“Oh my god Newt, you’re alive,” Thomas threw is arms around his friend, pulling him into a tight hug, afraid to let go. Newt laughed in Thomas’s embrace. 

“Still a bit confused on that part, care to explain how?” Newt said. A wave of relief hit Thomas again. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if Newt died, he couldn’t make it in a world without his best friend.

“Teresa,” Thomas said. “Teresa made a cure. It was my blood the whole time, she just figured it out first.” Thomas sighed. “I feel like an idiot Newt, I could have spared you all that pain the whole time.”

“Oh shut up you twat,” Newt said. “I would’ve died long before the flare without you. You save me every day just by being there. You-”

“Thomas!” Minho called, interrupting Newt’s statement which Thomas really wanted to hear the end of. “Teresa’s awake and looking for you.” Minho came into the tent.

“Good to see you too,” Newt said, rolling his eyes sarcastically and grinning fondly. Minho gasped and hugged Newt tightly. 

“I was so worried,’ Minho said. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again you ugly shank.”

“Can’t breathe,” Newt gasped. Minho let go of Newt and laughed.

“Hold on, Gally and Frypan are with Teresa, but there’s one other person who’s been waiting for you to wake up,” Minho said before dashing out the tent. He came back a few minutes later with a familiar blonde girl by his side.

Sonya had explained to them all that when WICKED took her and Aris they’d given their memories back, but she’d never been able to tell Newt she remembered they were siblings before he ran off to follow Thomas.

“Do you remember me?” Sonya asked timidly from the doorway. Newt didn’t respond for a minute, and Sonya’s face fell. “That's a stupid question. You’ve met me after the swipe, you remember me as Sonya, but why would I think you’d remember me as-”

“How could I ever forget you Lizzy?” Newt said, his voice cracking. Tears streamed down Sonya’s face as it lit up and she attacked her brother with a strong embrace. “The flare must have damaged the swipe. I don't remember everything, but I remember some. Enough.” Thomas suddenly became conscious to the fact he was holding Newt’s hand. 

“We’ll leave you two to catch up if you’d like,” Thomas offered. Newt squeezed his hand tightly.

“Please don’t go,” Newt said. “I want you to stay.” Thomas knew the words were directed at all of them, but it felt like they were meant just for him. His heart skipped a beat at the thought.

Part Three: Minho’s POV

Minho had always been a guy who was relatively fond of people around him falling in love, but he sure as hell wasn’t fond of people around him being completely oblivious to the fact that they’re in love. 

Minho usually had his routine “Newt and Thomas were fools before all this and Thomas is an even bigger fool now because he still hasn’t realized his feelings for Newt” rant with Brenda and/or Gally, but Gally had gone to take his shift accompanying Teresa, who said she still wasn’t ready to face Thomas and Newt, and Brenda had stalked off after telling them Teresa had woken up.

So when Sonya plopped down next to Minho on the log he sat on in front of the bonfire and said, “Can Newt and Thomas just kiss already?” Minho figured she’d have to do.

Minho quickly stole a glance over to where the pair sat laughing on a log with Jorge and Vince. Thomas had his arm around Newt and Newt had his head rested on “Tommy’s” shoulder. When Minho made a comment on it they said “it’s just a bro thing”. Over the past few weeks Minho had sat like that with Gally multiple times, and it was most certainly not a bro thing. 

“It’s so annoying isn’t it?” Minho said. “I was trapped in a maze and the scorch with them, I’ve been dealing with it a lot longer than you have.” It would cause Minho to rip out his hair, but his hair was so beautiful he couldn’t bring himself to do it. 

“Even Aris caught onto it, and it took him to see Harriet and I kiss in front of him five times before he realized we were together back in the maze,” Sonya rolled her eyes. 

A brilliant idea came to Minho. Of course, all of his ideas were brilliant, but this one was even more brilliant than the others.

“How about we put an end to this pining?” Minho asked Sonya, grinning wickedly.

“Got anything in mind?” She asked him. Sweet Sonya, sweet innocent Sonya. if only she knew he had not one thing in mind, but multiple things in mind that were all incredibly risky and might cause Vince to banish them all, but they all had the same result: Newt and Thomas getting together.

“I do, but we can’t do it alone. Get Harriet and Aris and I’ll get Gally, Frypan, Teresa, and Brenda and we can all meet at the beach tomorrow after curfew.” 

“Should I be scared?”

“Probably, but not that much. I’ve done crazier things, and look at me, I’m still here.”

“Okay then.” Sonya was also grinning like crazy, and Minho knew this was the birth of a beautiful friendship, one built on interfering in other people’s for the better.

[subjecta5theglue]

another part has been posted! only one more to go now- will try to have it up by tomorrow but i can’t make any promises lololol

[lifeisnowwithyou]

a prompt for you: soniet and hair braiding at sunset in the safe haven 😌

it starts in their own maze, it started out purely to be practical, most of the girls would wear their hair up in a bun or ponytails but since sonya ran the maze a few days a week it would always get loose and in her face. one night when she comes back from running she immediately makes her way to where harriet and a few other girls are working in garden. she grabs one of the big pairs of siccors and takes it to her hair, before she can get a good cut in the siccors are being pulled away from her.

"what the hell do you think you're doing sonya?" harriets half yells at her, still holding sonya by her wrist.

"my hair," she explains " its to long and it just keeps getting in my face, i need it gone"

harriet just chuckles and takes sonya to sit somewhere quiet. they settle at the edge of a big field, harriet sitting on a log with sonya between her legs, they're making comfortable small talk while harriet slowly and precisely braids sonyas long blond hair. it becomes a thing after that every morning before sonya goes into the maze harriet and sonya take their time having breakfast together and harriet will braid Sonya's hair and harriet will walk her to the entrance and give her a big hug before wishing her luck and watching her dissapear behind a corner. after a while harriet doesn't just hug her goodbye but she gives her a quick kiss every time to, sonya doesn't mind the change.

after everything happens their daily rounds changes a lot, in a good way. some days they get to sleep in and sonya will wake up with harriet's head on her chest, her face beautifully relaxed, all sonya can do is just stare at her, tracing the sharp lines of her face with a gentle hand. when harriet eventually wakes up they take their time getting dressed and make their way to get breakfast. it's about noon when they actually get separated to get to work, harriet going hunting with vince, thomas and a few other people and sonya helps gally and the rest with one of the bigger huts they recently started on.

after a few months at the safe haven they start getting some of their memories back, most of the stories they hear come from people remembering happy things about their lives before the maze and enthusiastically telling other people about the memories. harriet knows sonya remembered too, the only time she asked her girlfriend about it sonya panicked and rushed to change the subject, the blonde had a sad look on her face for the rest of the evening. from then on harriet refrains from asking her about it, harriet gets a few memories back too but nothing to special, she was an only child and she had a pet dog. when harriet asks sonya if she can braid her hair again and sonya refuses sadly, harriet knows they have to talk about it.

a few weeks later harriet takes sonya for a walk along the beach after dinner, they eventually settle on the dry sand, sonya’s head on harriet’s lap. when harriet runs her hand through sonya’ hair the blonde flinches away and moves to sit up straight and takes a deep breath.

“ i uhm,” she looks likes she’s trying to find the right words to say.

“it’s alright son” harriet grabs a hold of her hand.

“okay so ehm, you know Newt?”

harriet looks at her confused “yeah?”

“he ehm, he was my brother.” sonya is barely able to finish her sentence before a sob leaves her mouth. all harriet can do is just pull her into her arms, holding her tightly.

after a few minutes sonya pulls away, clears her throat and wipes away her tears. “he, newt, he used to braid my hair when we were smaller.” she explains, “and i just, i don’t think i’m ready for someone else to do it.”

“hey, hey it’s alright.” harriet shushes her, noticing that sonya’s eyes are filling up with tears again. “take all the time you need okay? i’ll always be here for you.”

it takes some for things to change, it’s the small things that harriet notices, sonya telling her small details about her life before everything, sonya nodding in agreement whenever other people talk about newt . sonya told minho and thomas after a while, it was quite an emotional event, all of them cried and it ended in them just trading happy memories.

it’s a few months later when they’re walking along the beach again and sonya stops them. Harriet looks at her in confusion.

“do you wanna, ehm, wanna braid my hair?” sonya asks nervously.

harriet smiles and grabs a hold of sonya’s hand, “are you sure?”

sonya nods confidently and with that harriet gets to work.

after a few minutes sonya’s long blond hair is woven into a beautiful pattern. harriet takes her girlfriend by the shoulder and playfully turns her around. sonya excitedly grabs the braid and inspects the part she can reach, then she look up at harriet with a huge grin on her face and then pulls away.

“you made me so pretty!” she says happily as she twirls around on the beach,it’s a beautiful scene, the sun was setting and sonya’s light brown dress moves elegantly through the wind surrounding the smiling blonde girl.

harriet can barely comprehend the amount of love she feels for her, so that’s what she tells her.

“i love you so much.”

that grabs the blondes attention and she stops moving.

“so much sonya, and i know this is going to sound sappy and cliche but i don’t want to spend my life with anyone else.” with that harriet reaches into her pocket to grab a small item. Sonya is left speechless and before she can manage to say anything harriet continues.

“ and i know there aren’t actually any laws or whatever they used to do but it would mean the world to me if you wear this ring and take me as yours.” she holds out an imperfect metal ring, obviously hand made. “i was thinking that maybe we could have a little ceremony right here and then just have a big bonfire to celebrate and- oh my god i’m totally rambling and you haven’t even said yes”

“yes!!!” sonya nearly scream before wrapping her arms around harriet and pulling her in for a kiss.

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lol i’m sorry it wasn’t that good and it went pretty far of the prompt but i hope you don’t hate it! <3

[mazerunner-rarepairs]

helloooo i have a question about rarepair!! can it be platonic ships?

i got this question, thought about it and yes, i will allow platonic ships also. i will extend this to friendships or any sort of other platonic relationships too.

however, since this is still a rarepair event, only for the ships/character combinations that are allowed as rareships. for example, thomesa doesn't qualify as a rareship, so fics centered around thomas and teresa friendship will also not count.

a bit of a tricky decision to make, but since the goal of this event is to get people thinking of dynamics outside of the ones that are most prominent in fandom it feels like the right call to make.

also, note that the platonic relationship explored must be the main focus of the fic! you can't submit for example what is essentially a thominho fic with eg teresa as minho's best friend and sidekick. the platonic relationship must be the centerpiece of the fic.

have fun exploring the new possibilities arising from this, should you want to! 🌟

reminder of which ships qualify:

Qualify: Brenderesa, Soniet, Minally, Nally, Trenda, Nalby + all other possible ships you can think of!

Don't qualify: Thomesa, Thomally, Newtmas, Thominho, Minewt, Thominewt

[its-tea-time-darling]

me:

oak:

well it already exists! not posted, but there‘s an existing doc with some parts written out ❣️

i‘m trying to take things slow with that one since it‘s my first multi chapter canonverse fic in a while.

(oh and it‘ll also be spicy, but i‘ll give a heads up so it can be avoided djssjjsjssj. 💓)

How cool would it be if we got a book about Group B? It could be written in Sonya's perspective!