Thomas tmr - X reader fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Three: Whispers in the Maze

The chamber at the heart of the maze pulsed with a strange energy, casting shadows that danced along the walls. I traced the glowing symbols on the mural, my fingers running over the intricate patterns. Thomas stood beside me, his eyes fixed on the symbols as if trying to unlock their hidden meaning.

"This feels like a language just like Newt said," I murmured, my voice barely more than a whisper. "A language that speaks of our past and the purpose of this maze."

Thomas nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. "But do you think you can crack it? We need to understand this if we're going to make sense of everything. You said Ava chose us for a reason, and who knows, maybe this chamber holds the key."

We continued to study the symbols, but a palpable tension lingered in the air. The fight we had earlier, the clash of conflicting emotions, now seemed like a distant memory. I stole glances at Thomas here and then sensing a shift in the atmosphere like a silent understanding that transcended far beyond the maze's mysteries.

Thomas noticed my gaze and met it with a reassuring smile. "We'll figure this out, Y/N. Together." He smiled. I missed that smile. The way the corners of his mouth perked up and the warmth in his eyes that met mine. "I'm sorry Thomas" I said, regret and sadness lingering in my words. "Hey hey there's no need for that" he placed his hand on my shoulder gently pulling me into a hug. I felt good. There was no better place nor no place more right than his embrace. I snuggled into his chest, finding comfort in the sounds of his heartbeat. He held me tighter, gently caressing my hair. The moment of reconciliation was fragile but powerful.

The maze, with its cryptic symbols, seemed to echo our shared determination to unravel the enigma that bound us. The rest of the group, immersed in the deciphering process, exchanged thoughts and theories. Newt, ever the skeptic, questioned the purpose of the symbols. "What if this is just a way to keep us occupied? A distraction while the maze has other plans?" he looked over the symbols again, scrunching his eyes as if it would make him see something he didn't before. I couldn't help but giggle a little at the sight.

I glanced at Thomas, my unease mirrored in his eyes. The labyrinth had played mind games before, and the possibility of manipulation lingered in every shadow. I knew it and he knew it.

Thomas, his protective instincts kicking in, spoke, "We can't let our guard down. This maze has a history of deceit and I'm afraid to say so but I think you are right Newt."

Minho, usually the voice of reason, began to pace cautiously down the corridor. His eyes darted between shadows, and a sense of unease rippled through him. "I can't shake the feeling that we're being watched. This maze... it's alive, and it's observing us" he mumbled but no one really heard him.

I nodded in agreement. The maze had proven to be a sentient force, and the sense of being monitored heightened our vigilance. Thomas placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder once again, his protective instincts kicking in.

"We need to stay focused," Thomas declared, his gaze sweeping the chamber. "The symbols might hold the answers we seek, but we can't afford to be blindsided. We should keep working on figuring out their meaning but we cannot stay here forever."

While the group continued their deciphering, I couldn't escape the warmth of Thomas's presence. His overprotective nature, once a source of frustration, now felt like a shield against the mysteries that surrounded us. "This is nice" I said locking eyes with him. "Very" he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "I missed that", "What?", "that lovely smile of yours" I could feel a blush creep on my cheeks and I lightly hit his chest, "not here, we are not exactly alone" I said, glancing over my shoulder in the direction of the others. "So?", he pulled me closer by the waist until we were no longer apart about to speak but stopped before during so.

Amidst the concentration and shared insights, Thomas caught a subtle movement—a glint of metal from the shadows. He instinctively pulled me aside guarding me with his body narrowly avoiding a hidden trap in the chamber floor.

"Careful," he said in a low voice, his eyes clearly scanning for potential dangers. "We can't let our guard down, not in here". "Oh yeah, and who was it that started letting their guard down huh?" I said teasingly. He laughed a little at my sudden teasing.

I, grateful for his watchful eye, felt a renewed connection. The symbols on the walls seemed to fade momentarily as we navigated the maze's physical and emotional complexities.

As we approached the conclusion of our deciphering, a low hum reverberated through the chamber.

"I'm sick of this" I sighed. "Sick of this stupid maze with an entity of intentions unknown and whispered secrets that begs to be unraveled." "Well aren't someone feeling poetic today" Minho said with a grin. "Ha ha very funny Minho".

In the lingering moments before the next revelation, my eyes met Thomas's. Our silent understanding spoke volumes—a partnership forged in the crucible of the maze's challenges.

Just as we prepared for the culmination of our efforts, a deafening roar echoed through the chamber. The walls trembled, and the symbols glowed with an intensity that bordered on blinding.

"Something's happening!" Newt exclaimed, his eyes widening in awe. "Oh really is that so, I didn't notice", "Well aren't someone feeling a bit sarcastic today huh Minho" he glanced in my direction, "Nice one Y/N" Newt commented. We laughed a little but quickly stopped as something cought our attention.

The maze, alive with a newfound energy, revealed a hidden passage—a doorway to the unknown. "Great, another new and most likely deadly passage, yay us" Minho sure was feeling sarcastic today. The group, guided by a mix of curiosity and trepidation, stepped through the entrance, leaving the chamber behind.

As we traversed the maze's depths, I couldn't shake the feeling that the symbols were guiding them toward a truth that transcended the confines of their understanding. The labyrinth, with its enigmatic whispers, seemed to welcome us into a realm of revelation and peril.

Unbeknownst to us, the shadows in the maze stirred. A silent observer, unseen and elusive, watched our every move.