The First Runner

Announcement!

Hi friends. Sit down. Hydrate. Maybe stretch a little. I come bearing updates, and I'm not responsible for whatever happens to your nervous system after this. If you start screaming, that's between you and your neighbours.

So... I may have started three new Maze Runner fics. I say "may" like these ideas didn't march into my brain fully armed, drag me out of bed at 3am, and whisper, "write us or else." One moment I was minding my business, and the next I was knee-deep in plot twists, feral characters, and enough emotional turmoil to make a therapist sigh.

And look, I'm not saying you're doomed. I'm not saying you'll be curled in a blanket at 2am whispering "why would she do this". But I'm also not not saying that.

Anyway. Let's talk projects.

Project One
Enemies. Lovers. Chaos. Minho x OC at a level of tension usually reserved for explosives. These two argue like it's a competitive sport. If glares could burn holes, they'd both be missing vital organs. No soft moments. No gentle build. Just two emotionally stubborn gremlins who act like touching each other would summon the apocalypse, while also acting vaguely offended whenever they're not in the same room. They circle each other like they're trying to start weather patterns. You're going to have so much fun. Probably. I mean, I will.

Project Two
This one is less hurricane and more slow, creeping storm. Still Minho x OC. Still enemies to lovers. But here the tension simmers. Their arguments are quieter, sharper, almost suspiciously rehearsed, as if fighting is the only language they trust. They look at each other for too long, then pretend they didn't. They stand too close, then get offended when you point it out. It's denial layered on denial, sprinkled with longing, and topped with the emotional intelligence of a carrot. A very attractive carrot.

Project Three
And then we have the Newt x OC fic. The soft one. The safe one. The one that welcomes you with warm glances, gentle touches, and slow-building moments that feel like sinking into a hug. It's tender. It's sweet. It's calming.

...which is adorable, because you have absolutely no idea what's waiting for you later.

And now, since I'm committed to the bit...

Drumroll please!

Yes, that's right. Tap your desk. Tap your phone. Tap your soul. Because the time has come.

The projects are ready.
The chaos is brewing.
And I'm about to drop pics and aesthetics that will send you spiraling into a guessing game you didn't sign up for but will absolutely participate in anyway.

Stare at the photos.
Zoom in on details.
Speculate wildly.
I encourage all unhinged theories. I will not confirm or deny anything. I'll just sit here enjoying the show.

Now... presenting...

Project Number 1

Project Number 2

Project Number 3

And that's it... for now.

These fics are in the works. Not finished. Still simmering. Still plotting. Still laughing at the thought of you reading them and screaming at your screens.

Send me your theories. Send me your guesses. Send me your panicked, chaotic, "I hate this but I love it" reactions. I will laugh. I will judge. I will probably plot ten more ways to ruin you emotionally before you even get to chapter three.

Buckle up, kids. This rollercoaster has no brakes, no seatbelts, and possibly spikes on the track. Snacks are mandatory. Screaming optional, but recommended.

Stay chaotic,
The Shadow Scribe
Professional Emotional Terrorist & Your Friendly Neighborhood Plot Demon