#the maze runner ao3

[steamwing]

I want to write a Maze Runner Fanfic in which they watch the movies and I want to some opinions.

So it's going to have Newtmas(because that's where my idea started, so this always stands), but I'm not sure if they should react after The Death Cure is over(and have everyone see what they've done) or they should react from the moment they escape the maze, but before Chuck dies(so that the reaction helps them save most of the people that die).

I've only watched the movies, so I won't have things from the books(only if I might have heard them from people who've read the books, small details), so please keep that in mind.

So please comment what you think, and more opinions and ideas. If you want, I'm going to post links to new chapters here once I start writing. You can message me in private to ask questions and give opinions if you want.

[bee6r]

Rushed Reunion

⚠contains maze runner SPOILERS⚠

{Gally x !GN! Reader}

Summary: After reaching the last city, you reunite with Gally after thinking he was dead. (takes place in the Death Cure movie)

Warnings: Violence, cursing

WC: 1k

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The streets are crowded as your group attempts to push their way through to the front of the barrier. You wonder silently why no one wants to cross it, given the lack of guards patrolling, but decide it is better to be safe than sorry.

People are screaming from all around you and the group, and it's all you can do, not to be separated from each other. Finally, you reach the street that winds down the middle of the square. Large black trucks pass, many of them carrying uniformed soldiers towards the border. You stare up at them, wonderingly and one catched your eye. You don't mean to exactly, but as the soldier keeps your gaze locked with his own, you let your eyes follow him down the road until the car turns and continues out of sight.

"Y/N," Newt calls from a few paces ahead, "we're going to try to make it to the front." You nod and follow him, along with the rest of the group.

It takes some pushing, shoving, and Thomas pulling you forward between two women who refuse to budge, but finally, you can rest your hands on the concrete fence. Thomas and Newt talk to each other in hurried whispers to your left, while you quickly survey your surroundings. Beyond the mass of people there is a strong iron wall, splitting only for seconds at a time as vehicles enter the city.

Resting on the tops of the walls are large weapons, all pointed away from the crowd, but you don't underestimate their power once activated. As if reading your mind, small red lights flicker on inside each of the machines and they spring to life, un-focusing on the entrances and instead setting their malicious sights on the front of the crowd. At once, everything goes silent, then, the first blast crashes to the ground on your right and screams erupt throughout the mob.

You're knocked out of your stupor as someone grabs your arm.

"Let's go!" a voice yells, and you can't tell if it's Thomas, Fry, or someone else. Instead of thinking, you run in the direction of the voice, trying to get away from the area of the blast but more attacks are already coming. The hit the ground behind you and it is all you can do to stay on your feet as the ground shifts. Suddenly, someone grabs you, but the idea that it may be someone from the Glade stops you from reacting immediately.

"Thomas?" You ask, but no one answers, and before you know it, you're being thrown into the back of a dark van. You scream, running towards the doors to escape, but you're knocked backwards as Jorge is thrown into the van as well. He doesn't hesitate to mimic your actions, throwing his weight against the door of the van right as it closes securely.

You sit back on your heels, trying to catch your breath, but Jorge continues to ram himself against the door as the van begins to move.

"Let me out you assholes!" He screams and you lunge forward grabbing his middle and pulling him back.

"Jorge! Stop, you're going to hurt yourself!" You try and scream over his consistent yells, but he continues trying to break down the doors, to no avail.

After about ten minutes of this, the vans stop, and Jorge backs up, readying himself for a fight, and as the doors open, he propels himself forward and out of the car and towards the soldiers.

You jump after him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he tries to run at the others.

"Where is she?" he yells, his voice booming in what you realize is a kind of highway overpass. "Where is Brenda? If you hurt her i'll-"

"Jorge I'm here, I'm right here," Brenda assures, stepping out of an identical van to your right. You release Jorge's middle as he crosses over to Brenda. You turn to the others, Thomas, Newt, and Fry, as they also step out of the van.

"Thanks for leaving me with him," you mutter as Newt walks over to pat your shoulder.

"Anytime," Newt smirks, and you smile. Thomas, however, is already striding over to the closest soldier, anger evident in his features.

"Where are we?" he asks, his voice and temper both rising, "where did you bring us?"

"We're here to help," another soldier calls, making his way over to your group, "no need to get angry." You recognize the voice but can't place it immediately. Apparently, Newt does as well, because he turns to you, a look of confusion crossing his face.

"Who are you?" Thomas asks, his voice still louder than anyone else's. The soldier sighs, and stops walking, only a few feet away. Then, his head turns towards you, and he takes off his helmet.

As soon as you see him, your arms are around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Gally's arms curl around your waist in return, and he snuggles his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent deeply.

"I-I thought you were-"

"I know," he whispers so that only you can hear him, "I know, and I'm sorry." Instead of responding, you pull him impossibly closer, never wanting to let go. When you finally pull away, he presses a quick kiss to your lips, and you smile.

"I missed you," you whisper, before turning back to the group. While the two of you reunited, the others had been talking. As you face Thomas, Newt and the others now, they turn to you, hope alite on their dirt-covered faced, and smiles starting to form.

"Okay," Thomas starts, "we have a plan."

PART 2 COMING SOON...

[yoursecretadmires]

When I read fanfic at AO3 and the author need to hiatus/discontinued that fanfic because they need to go to labor or they busy with they work like a doctor,lawyer,teacher and more. I THOUGHT THEY'RE JOBLESS. AND I NEVER KNOW SOME OF THEM WAS SOMEONE HUSBAND/WIFE. I THOUGHT THEY WAS A TEEN

[kareofbears]

"You know," Thomas starts, putting the flowers down on the sand as he rolls his sleeves up. "How you yelled at me, back in the Glade, because I wasn't helping out?"

A breeze ruffles his hair, longer than it was a year ago, and the tang of salt doesn't register anymore. "I know, I know. You technically didn't yell. To be fair, I was new, and it's not like I had someone showing me the ropes."

He kneels on the ground, in front of where the tombstone stood. This wasn't the boulder that Vince had set up in the beginning of Safe Haven's existence--this was smaller, flatter, bordering on where the sand meets the dirt. "Now, I feel like all I'm doing with these kids is showing the ropes."

Busying himself with rearranging the flowers, he rubs his thumb on a golden petal idly. "They're doing fine. Between me and the others, things are getting done. Maybe not as efficiently if you were here, but we're trying." He pauses. "I'm trying."

Thomas' voice doesn't shake, not anymore. How can it? It's just him and Newt. His voice never shakes with Newt.

Waves crash somewhere behind him. A bird chirps, its tune lively and bright. The world continues to spin, and it's a long moment before he speaks again.

"I'm throwing myself into work, Newt." His gaze tilts skywards. "I'm working, aren't I? I build homes, I teach, I train the others. There's food, so much of it, enough for years and for anyone who wants to start a family. Last night, I woke up because people were laughing so loud near my bed--laughing. I couldn't even get mad."

Careful not to mess up the floral arrangement, Thomas leans forward slowly until his forehead is pressed right up against the slab, stone cool to the touch. "How busy?" he wonders. "How busy do I need to be until this gets better? How much more do I need to do before it starts to get better? How much more do I need to give?"

When he doesn't get an answer, Thomas lets his eyes slip close. "I'm busy, Newt. I'm busy, and I'm trying, and I'm so fucking sad."

Eventually, Thomas raises his head. He presses his lips to the top of the tombstone, smiling wryly to himself. "At least I can actually reach the top of your head like this, right?"

He gets on his feet, brushing the sand off of his pants, feeling the sun beat relentlessly down on his skin. "Tomorrow, then. Maybe it'll get better tomorrow."

[charliewrites99]

I think I could survive truly horrific media if I was shipping someone there.

[bird-nest-32]

I'm just going to leave this here

[weepinglavenders]

“I’ll be okay Tommy.”

He cupped the dark haired boy’s face, taking in the look of fear and pain, tears welling up.

“You’re not okay! Come on, let me help you up we can-“

“It’s too late.”

Newt smiled gently, pulling a frantic hand away from wrapping around his waist, blood slid down past the corner of his lips. His side had been ripped to pieces by another Crank in the palace before his escape and it refused to heal, reopening with the smallest of movements.

Now, his wounds, infected and bloody, had caught up to him.

“You’ve already saved me, and you’ll go on and live to do amazing things I could only dream of..”

He used his strength to sit up, cupping Thomas’s face with both of his dirty, trembling hands, smearing dirt on the other’s cheek as he used his thumb to wipe away tears.

“You gave me a reason to live, Tommy.”

“You’re the reason I’ve gotten this far.”

“No, you had help, but you are the only one who could have led us out of that maze.”

Newt leaned back against the low wall they had huddled behind. He closed his eyes and slid his hands into his lap, a smile still plaguing his lips.

“Thank you, for making my last year good and for helping my friends out of that hell.”

He couldn’t hear if Thomas responded, the blood roaring in his ears made everything fuzzy and warm.

He didn’t open his eyes again.

~

Not me crying while writing this LMAO

[scorchedmazes]

✨tmr as ao3 crack✨

[oneoflokischildren]

Character A *crying*: I'm just under so much pressure in the last time, I can't do this anymore!

Character B *trying to cheer A up*: Heat and pressure make diamonds. Shine like one.

Character C: Yeah, but only if you're coal.

Character D: In case you didn't notice, we are humans. So instead get of your fucking ass and start saying 'fuck off' when somebody's putting pressure on you!

[thomasbrodiesandwich]

i just want all maze runner fanfic writers to know that i will NEVER get tired of reading safe haven everybody lives or newt lives or death cure fix-it aus. NEVER. if u guys ever doubt urself and think nobody is going to read that in this day and age, I WILL !! if u write safe haven newt lives au and u have 100 readers i am one of them. if u have 10 im still one of them. if u have 1 reader thats me. if u have no readers that means im dead. go ahead, write it and i will gobble that up and give u all the love !!

[thepersassiest]

When The Bombs Began To Fall

Minho stumbled through the chaos of the riot, the bliss serum clutched tightly in his hand. His eyes searched the wrecked street, finally landing on Thomas, who was on his knees amidst the smoke, leaning over something. The dark-haired boy’s shoulders were heaving with sobs, and blood stained his hands and clothes. Minho sprinted toward them, but was stopped in his tracks as he realized what Thomas was crying over.

Newt.

The blond boy was lying still on the pavement, his long hair spread like a halo around his head. His eyes were open, but his expression was slack. There was blood on his face, on his chest. Then Minho's eye's drifted further down the boy's body, and he felt his heart drop.

A knife protruded from Newt’s stomach, the wound where the weapon met his skin stained with dark blood.

This can’t be real. He thought desperately, slowly making his way toward Thomas and Newt. It must be another trick, another simulation from WCKED. Minho fell to his knees opposite Thomas. His hands hovered over Newt, as if touching the boy would make the scene in front of him suddenly real.

“No,” he whispered, his hands trembling as he finally allowed himself to cradle Newt’s cheek. The blood on Newt's face coated his fingertips. It was warm. The simulations at WCKED had never felt like this. “Shit, Newt— no .”

read the full fic on ao3:

(tysm to my lovely beta reader @ssseashell <3)

[ykwherethefunbegins]

me after reading the most toe curling, bluntly jaw-dropping, concerning and fully filth bearing fic that i SPECIFICALLY looked for and chose.

[thegoodwitchevie]

I like fan

FICS

and I can not lie

[flossthecryptid]

This is a reference for maybe 5 people, but last night I watched maze runner with some friends for the first time, and at first I was like “this feels oddly familiar” and then I realised that I saw a Minecraft smp based of off this movie

I watched Outsiders smp like two years ago and I was vaguely aware it was based of a movie but the weird sense of deja vu I got was really funny to me

Great movie, wish the kid didn’t die at the end though, very sad made me cry

Great Minecraft series, wish Owen didn’t die at the end though, very sad made me cry

[ermdotorg]

"I see you as you see yourself through all the books you read" except it's all tragedy-repairing gay fan fiction because of my inability to cope (i regret nothing.)

[yoursecretadmires]

How it feels after reading the most interesting fanfic I ever seen and the author not update another chapter anymore. And they last update was 2022