TMR - Thomas x X-reader fanfiction

Chapter One

A/N:

Hello everyone :) quick note, I am currently in the process of updating my writing throughout this story as I have been working on this sotry on and off for quite a while now, and my writing have therefore naturally improved/changed over time. I just wanted to let you know so you are not too confused about the changes in the writing. I will delete this A/N once I'm done editing the remaining chapters which will hopefully be done as soon as possible (still need to edit chapter 14-19) Thank you for reading my story, I hope you like <3

"Come on, Y/N, run!" Thomas yelled, his voice slicing through the chaos.

I stood frozen, my eyes locked on the griever. Time seemed to slow, and the world blurred around me until it was just me and the monstrous creature. Its grotesque mechanical limbs clicked menacingly, daring me to move.

"RUN!" Thomas shouted again, his voice sharper now, desperate.

The spell broke. My breath hitched as reality snapped back into focus. I turned and bolted, my feet pounding against the uneven ground. The walls of the maze loomed on either side, their shifting numbers a dizzying blur as I pushed myself harder.

"Sector Five!" I shouted breathlessly, catching a glimpse of the number etched into the stone as we passed. Thomas was ahead of me, his focus locked on the path.

We skidded to a halt near the glade's entrance, gasping for air. But there was no relief—not yet. The sound of grinding stone filled the air as the enormous doors began to close.

"Move!" Thomas barked.

We sprinted again, the heavy doors looming closer. Adrenaline surged through me as I threw myself forward, slipping through just before the maze sealed itself shut. I collapsed onto the grass, my chest heaving.

Thomas dropped to his knees beside me, his dark eyes blazing. "What the shuck happened in there?" he demanded, his voice tight with concern.

"I—" My words faltered as my gaze drifted toward Newt, Alby, and Minho, standing a few feet away in tense conversation. Their faces were grim, shadowed by the dim light of the fading sun. Something was wrong.

"Y/N!" Thomas's sharp tone snapped my attention back to him.

"I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. My mind was still reeling, the memory of the griever burned into my vision.

Thomas's expression softened, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before pulling me into a hug. It was unexpected, but his warmth melted some of the fear still gripping me.

"Never do that to me again," he murmured, his breath brushing against my hair.

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice muffled against his chest.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his gaze searching mine. "But there's something I need to do," I added hesitantly.

Thomas frowned, his brow furrowing. "What do you mean?"

"I'll explain later. Just... trust me, okay?" I pulled away and headed for the woods before he could protest.

My feet carried me toward the familiar path leading to my secret spot—a small cave tucked away in the forest. The air was cooler here, quieter, as if the trees themselves were holding their breath.

Inside the cave, a makeshift desk cluttered with papers and crude maps awaited me. I traced a finger over the lines I had drawn, the patterns of the maze slowly taking shape in my mind.

"What's this?"

The voice startled me, and I spun around, my heart pounding.

Thomas stood in the entrance, his eyes scanning the maps before locking onto mine.

"Thomas! You scared me," I said, trying to gather my composure.

"What's all this, Y/N?" he asked, stepping closer. His tone was serious, and I could see the wheels turning in his mind.

I hesitated, chewing on my lip as I weighed my options. But I knew there was no point in lying to him.

"Okay," I sighed. "I've been mapping the maze on my own. Minho wouldn't listen to me, not after..." I trailed off, my eyes dropping to the floor.

"After what?" Thomas pressed, his voice softer now.

I took a deep breath. "My visions."

His brow furrowed, and he stepped closer. "Visions? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to think I was crazy," I admitted, my voice barely audible.

"Y/N," he said gently, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I'm your boyfriend. You can tell me anything."

The sincerity in his voice melted the last of my resistance. I reached up, cupping his face as I leaned in and kissed him. He seemed surprised at first but quickly returned the gesture, his hands wrapping around my waist.

"I love you, Thomas," I whispered when we pulled apart.

"I love you too," he replied, his voice steady and sure. "So, how can I help?"

A small laugh escaped me at his sudden enthusiasm, and I shook my head. "Let's start with the map," I said, gesturing to the papers spread out before us.