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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 2 years

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Running With the Wolves - CH 5

Fandom: Teen Wolf, The Maze Runner Rating: Mature Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski AO3 Masterlist Summary: Thomas wakes up in the box and is now the newest member of the Glade, the new resident Greenie. Things are running as smoothly as they can, until Thomas becomes a runner and ends up in the maze. Chaos follows quickly and suddenly the Gladers find themselves facing more then just Grievers... now there's wolves.

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Chapter Five

“So what's the plan here?” Minho crossed his arms, looking from wolf to wolf for an answer.

They were all still standing in the middle of their destroyed home, lost, confused, scared as hell, but at least the one light at the end of the tunnel was that they were finally getting out of the maze.

“We'll take you out through the maze the way we came in.” The red eyed wolf, Derek, stepped forward and finally rejoined the conversation. “But it'll be dangerous, there is probably going to be more of those things still hunting the maze.”

“Grievers,” Thomas supplied for him.

“Grievers,” Derek repeated, eyes fixed on Thomas, “so while we're out there make sure you stay behind us, follow closely, and don't fall behind.”

All the boys nodded except Newt who just shook his head. “I'm still convinced this is a terrible idea.”

“We'll be fine, Newt,” Thomas said, “just do as they say and stay behind them.”

“Is everyone ready to leave, then?” Scott looked around, and when all of the Gladers nodded he nodded too, and started heading towards the entrance to the maze.

As they walked, Newt grabbed tightly onto Thomas's hand, holding it close to his chest and Thomas let him. It was a small comfort to Thomas to have Newt so close, this entire situation had taken such an incredible turn and it was an understatement to say that he was terrified right now. And as they reached the entrance to the maze and everyone stopped, the fear he felt crept through his body even more, intensified now by the fact that this was real. The maze was right in front of them, the reality of what they were doing hit him hard and fast, and his breathing was starting to quicken. His chest was clenching so tight it felt like someone was squeezing him, he did not want to go out there and face the Grievers again. Once was enough. He had already seen so many of his fellow Gladers lost to their stingers, Alby gone right before his eyes, who knew how many others all the chaos, and now they were just going to be waltzing back in there?!

Scott turned back to face the group, speaking to all the Gladers when they stopped in front of the entrance, “Once we shift, we all start running and we do not stop. Just stick close to us and we will protect you.”

The Gladers all nodded, except for Thomas who was still seeming to be struggling with getting his breathing under control, and completely failing. Derek looked over to him from where he stood at the front and saw Stiles clutching his chest with his free hand, his face was going pale, and his whole body was heaving with the laboured breaths he was taking. Derek knew exactly what this was, he'd seen it many times in Stiles back in Beacon Hills.

Derek walked through the group and over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Hey.” Thomas's head snapped up and he was captured in those beautiful red eyes once again. Derek moved closer, only a breath left between their chests as he breathed, “You stay right beside me, okay. I will make sure nothing comes anywhere near you, I promise.”

Thomas nodded, not able to do anything more than that, still captivated by his eyes.

Derek turned back towards the maze, and as he did he ran his hand down Stiles's arm and down to grab his hand, placing it on his back. “Hold my shirt and do not let go.”

Thomas did as he said and gripped Derek’s shirt tightly between his fingers, then he watched as Scott, Derek, and Isaac all nodded to each other. Scott then reared his head back and howled, the other two doing the same, and then in a flash they all transformed back into their wolf forms and seconds later they were running through the maze.

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The boys all kept up fairly well with the wolves as they made their way through the maze, and Derek had been right, there were still Grievers attacking them around every corner. But the entire way through Derek had kept his promise. Not a single Griever had been able to come close to Thomas, not with Derek putting himself between him and any threat that even tried to come close, and Thomas never let go of the death grip he had on his fur since the start.

They had been running for what felt like a lifetime through the maze, but as Thomas looked around he started to recognize where they were. They were near the blades. It seemed that the wolves must have realized the same thing as Thomas, as they started to run a little faster, obviously getting closer to the way out. Still Thomas did not let go of Derek, but as they ran he did let go of Newt's hand. He registered a shocked and worried, “Thomas…” behind him as he let go, but he couldn't manage to turn back or do anything more than clutch desperately to Derek and keep running with him.

Once they made it through the blades, they came to a long corridor in the maze. Thomas had never been here before, he hadn’t made it this far through the maze before the shit started hitting the fan. He peeked down the corridor and saw at least two Grievers pacing the long bridge between them and wherever it was the wolves were taking them. He held tighter to Derek's fur as the wolves ran them down the corridor and straight towards the grievers, both of which screeched and charged when they saw them coming.

Scott and Isaac both leapt ahead of them, Derek staying back and pushing himself closer to Thomas, and the two wolves easily took down the two Grievers, tossing them over the sides of the bridge and down into the darkness below them. Derek ran the rest of the group past Scott and Isaac and towards the end of the corridor, though Thomas wasn't sure what more they could do from here, it was a dead end with no way out.

Thomas’s head whipped around as the sounds of more Grievers were closing in, and his heart sank when he saw more and more of them climbing up and over the edges of the bridge. Scott and Isaac held their ground, and Thomas watched in awe at the sheer force of the wolves as they grabbed one of the Grievers in their mouths and flipped it up onto the bridge. He was sure it was Scott who then held it down with one paw, the thing writhing underneath him as he reared up then bit down on it, pulling something out of it as he did.

Suddenly Thomas was being nudged back, his trance interrupted by Derek's large snout pushing him towards the back wall. “What?” He asked, stumbling backwards, “What are we supposed to do? There's no way out from here, we're trapped!”

Just then, Scott came running through the group of boys and dropped something at Derek's feet, a small metal cylinder, then ran back to help Isaac as more Grievers began to surround them. Derek picked it up and shoved it into Thomas's chest. “You want me to take this?” Derek nodded, “And do what with it?” Then he nudged Thomas back again, towards the wall, so this time Thomas obliged.

He let go of Derek and moved to the very back of the group, Derek staying near the front of the Gladers to make sure they were kept safe, but he wasn't sure what good it was going to do, or what this metal cylinder was. But clearly the wolves knew something that he didn't, and every inch of his being was screaming at him to trust Derek, so he ran.

He ran to the back wall, and as soon as he got there the metal cylinder in his hands lit up and the wall began to lift. He couldn't believe his eyes, it was a key. The key they had been missing this whole time, all these years in the maze and the Grievers were holding the missing link the entire time. He glanced back at Derek, still standing his ground at the front of the rest of the Gladers, and as if he knew Thomas was seeking him out, Derek looked back too. He whined and gestured his head for Thomas to keep going, then turned and began herding the rest of the Gladers back with Thomas.

He turned and ran again through the multiple doors lifting as he went, through a large hole in the wall, and found himself standing in front of another wall with a smaller circle on it. A door. The cylinder in his hands lit up again and so did the small circle on the door. It started a countdown of eight, then began circling the numbers around.

He knew what it was instantly, Minho's words coming back to him from earlier in the maze, and he turned quickly to call for him, “Minho!” The boy turned and looked back at Thomas. “There's a code! Eight numbers, it's the sequence of the sections of the maze! What is it?!”

“Minho ran back to stand with Thomas, rattling off the numbers as Thomas punched them in, “Seven, one, five, two, six, four, eight, three!”

The door opened the second Thomas punched in the last number. Derek began quickly ushering the rest of the Gladers through the door with Thomas and Minho, and then turned back to roar at Scott and Isaac. The two wolves still fighting the endless Grievers turned and ran towards them, but the Grievers were following just as fast. They watched as the sections of walls that had opened before, were now starting to close again, and they were falling quickly. The first one crushed the two slower Grievers, the second crushed another, and as they watched the third wall getting closer and closer to the wolves, Thomas wasn't sure they were going to make it. They were either going to get squished like the other Grievers or get trapped between the walls.

“Come on, hurry up!” Thomas yelled, waving his arms at them frantically. “Run!”

The other Gladers joined in, all yelling at Scott and Isaac to run faster, harder, they just had to make it. Derek roared again, sending a chill through Thomas's body, and he reached out to grab onto his fur again as it got close. Too close. But just as the wall was about to crush them both, they made one last final push with their powerful legs and jumped through the door. The wall missed them by the fur of their tails and crushed the Griever behind them instead, and both Scott and Isaac collided with Derek and the other Gladers with the power of their pounces, and they all went tumbling backwards in a big heap.

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Thomas groaned, slowly opening his eyes and pushing himself up off the ground. He was sure one of the wolves' large heads had collided hard with his own, and now he was sporting a rather intense headache.

He turned his head to the side, despite the protesting pounding that hit his temples as he did, and found himself looking at a very human Scott in much the same position as him. “Hey,” he said, and Scott turned to look at him, “how did you know the code when you entered the maze?”

“We didn't need it,” he shook his head, “we knew we would need one on the way out, we just had to hope you'd figured it out.”

Thomas couldn't help but laugh, laying his head back down in the cold soft grass that he was laying in. He heard Scott push himself up beside him, then he accepted the hand that was offered to him and allowed Scott to haul him up to his feet.

“Where's everyone else?” Thomas said, looking around and so far only seeing the two of them.

“Don't know, but they can't be far,” Scott answered as he brushed himself off.

Thomas took the second of peace they had to finally look around. They were definitely not in the maze anymore, and now they were in the middle of a forest. The sun was high, Thomas assumed it was around noon, but thankfully the canopy from the trees above them was providing some shade along with the cool breeze sweeping through.

A pair of howls that traveled through the rustling of the leaves caught both of their attentions, and Scott motioned for Thomas to follow him as he ran past him and deeper into the forest. After a few minutes of running they eventually breached the thick forest and came out into a clearing. Derek was there with most of the Gladers, and Isaac was walking through another section of the forest followed by the rest.

Thomas was happy to see Minho and Newt there, relatively unharmed from the chaos of escaping of the maze, and the rest of the Gladers seemed to be doing well too, aside from some small cuts and bruises. But Derek…

Thomas watched as he moved quickly through the Gladers, shoving his way around them as he searched, and Thomas was sure he knew what for. “Stiles?!” Derek shouted, his back still turned to him and Scott. “Where is Stiles?! Stiles! Stiles!”

“I…” Thomas started to say, then took a step forward, “I’m here, but it's still Thomas.”

Derek turned sharply at his voice and just stared at him for a few seconds, before he all but lunged at him, grabbing him into the tightest hug of his life as he said, “Thomas, Stiles, I don't care who you are at this point, I'm just glad that you're safe. I thought something happened to you when we went through the door. I…” His voice fell to a whisper then. “I thought I lost you again.”

His arms were still wrapped tightly around Thomas, his chin tucked into the crook of his neck, and Thomas didn't quite know what to do. On one hand he didn't know this man, but on the other, there was a part of him that wanted to wrap his arms around the wolf and hug him until they merged into one being. His hands started moving on their own accord, not giving Thomas much of a choice in the matter, and started lifting up to wrap around Derek.

“Thomas!” Minho called him and broke him out of his trance, then he quickly pulled his hands back and pushed Derek away, clearly startling the man, but he turned all of his attention to Minho. “Where the hell are we?!” Thomas just shook his head, then Minho turned to the wolves. “Where the hell are we and how do we get out of this?! Are we out?! Is this reality?!”

“No,” Scott shook his head, “this is just another part of the game, another level.”

“Okay,” Minho said, then asked again, “and how do we get out of this level and out of this stupid ass game, or whatever the hell this is?”

Scott didn't answer this time, none of the wolves did. Instead, Scott just inclined his head towards the edge of the clearing, and both Isaac and Derek moved to follow him. As Derek walked past Thomas he held him by the shoulders and said, “We’ll be right over there, please, stay right here.” Then the wolves all walked to the edge of the clearing and huddled in the cover of the trees away from the Gladers.

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Once they were out of earshot of Stiles and the other boys, Scott rubbed a hand down his face then said, “So, what now? We don't know where we are, or how to get out. We didn't pass through this level on the way in. What do we tell them?”

“The truth?” Isaac suggested, “I know they won't be exactly happy, especially the cranky British one, but it's better than lying and then having them all be mad at us later.”

“Look, I don't care what we do,” Derek said, waving a hand between them, “we just need to find a way out of here and make sure Stiles gets out safe.”

“Maybe we should just find somewhere to sleep for the night?” Scott said, dismissing the rest for now, then pointed at Derek, “You can stay with the group and get a fire started, and me and Isaac can go hunting for some food. Then tomorrow we can try and get a handle on whatever this is.”

“Yeah, let's do that,” Isaac said, starting to walk back to the group, “and we need to make sure we find fresh water wherever we decide to settle for the night.”

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A/N: Hey! another update! And as always if anyone wants to be tagged for future posts please let me know <3

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teacuptoast · 2 years

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Relation: Young Justice x Teammate! GN. Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Mention of Alcohol

Words: 3.2K

Summary: A reader insert and rewrite of episode 12 season 1. Reader is an absolute smart ass but we stan the sarcasm. They're giving major stiles stalinski vibes.

A/N: Ayyy my first piece so enjoy. Also, I'm having my monthly YJ brain rot.

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“Ugh, I hate chemistry,” Sighing, I walked out of my last class of the day. Merging into the swarm that was the hallway I adjusted my bookbag as my feet swiftly carried me out of the building. I was practically running to get out of the building, desperate to get away from the place.

Its only the second week and I already miss summer. AP this, ACC that, I was drowning in paperwork. Not to mention the fact that the rest of the team gets 3 hours off before you. While they’re all playing games and baking cookies I’m stuck listing to Mr. ‘Peaked in Highschool’ tell me how to do a pushup.

Already in a bad mood I walked deeper into the drowsy city. A steady drissle turned into a downpour as your student jacked did little to shield you from the rain. ‘I hate this,” I’d chant in my head to pass the time, “I hate this, I hate this so much.” Forgetting an umbrella was a rookie mistake.

Now being soaked and soggy, I huffed before taking a sharp turn into the nearby ally. My boots splashed through puddles as I neared the rundown photo booth. Setting my bag down in a relatively dry sport my hand rummeged through textbooks before pulling out a pair of glasses.

Placing the glasses on my face I took in a large breath before stepping into the booth. After scanning me the voice read, “B0-7 Hawkeye.” Hearing the familiar name I readied myself for whatever weird situation I was about to walk into.

Stepping forward into the room I closed my eyes and spoke into the room, “I think I’ve broken the record for most consecutive minor problems in one day, and let me tell you, its really pissing me off.”

Opening my eyes I looked into open room to find a fireball coming straight twords my face. My mind took its time playing ‘fight or flight’ roulet before it made the last minute movement to doge.

A string of curses left my mouth as I tried to figure out what was going on. Though I didn’t have the time before another fireblast came my way, this one I didn’t miss as cleanly. Feeling your skin burn you let out a hiss before dropping you bag and deciding to run.

Practically screaming I began to talk to myself, “I just had to ask how this day could could get any worse!” Booking it down the hallway I took a steady turn into a small room, barely missing the flames that followed.

Shoving yourself into a storage room was anything but ideal. My rapid breath frilled the room creating a erie eco. Inhaling one more time I held my breath as foot steeps neared. It sounded like the person was wearing metal shoes. ‘Red Tornado’ my mind celebrated, almost making me open the door.

The footsteps stoped at the studden sound, right on the otherside of the door. Rational thought soon kicked in, ‘Whys Red Tornado trying to kill me?’ My face cringe as I relized my stupid mistake.

The tension grew as the steps didn’t seem to move. Almost like a horror movie I held My breath, waiting in anticipation. After what seemed like hours the footsteps began to walk away.

Shakily I let out a breath. Trying to piece together the situation, I couldn’t help but wonder who, where, why, and what the hell was going on here. ‘This must be an attack, or maybe this is just a practie mission right? Right?’

After a short while I left the closet, checking the to make sure the coast was clear. I began to work myself down to the locker room. If I was going to do my job effectively, I first needed to get myself out of civies.

Heading twords the fitness center I quickly rushed into the locker rooms. I frantically tried to open my lock before it finally released. Out fell my suit and I didn’t wait a second to rip of my soaked cloths.

To think I was in the rainy streets of Seattle less then 20 minutes ago, gave me the shivers. I didn’t even have time to look at my burns on my arms and face to know I was in some deep shit. Knowing the adrenaline masked the pain, I quickly cover it up the burn. Finally placing my mask on my face I slipped on my toolbelt.

Putting my last knife in its place, I took in the calm that certainly wouldn’t last long. Hearing two pairs of footsteps, I quickly turned to see a pair of familiar faces being thrown to the ground by a flame.

Waving for them to follow me into the locker room, the three of us filed in before the next attack. Before we could even speek a word, Robin was already tring to override the systum. Following their lead I began to twist the showerheads, again drenching my dry suit.

“Can anyone please tell me what the Hell is going on!” I asked though nether responded. Robin procided to tell us that all lines of communication where down. ‘Grate now were stranded,’ I thought to myself.

“At least the waters helping,” he said as we backed into the middle of the room. Soon the clicnking of the pipes turned into growls as the water pressure shot them off the wall.

“Or not,” I added as the room began to flood. Swimming upwards I noticed a red robot sening more flames twords up. We looked at one another before I was taken by the water and tossed onto the hallway floor.

The three of us coughed as we tried to catch our breath. Standing up we quickley headed for the kitchen.

“We need to get lost.” Robin said as we walked into the kitchen. As we all entered I started to catch my breath.

I scoffed and smiled back. “Yeah no shit.”

Artemis looked to me before rolling her eyes, “The sarcasm is not helping Hawk.”

Turning back to face her, I rasid my hands in frustration, “I’m sorry I almost just got my face seareed off by a robot with boobs! I have a right to be a fussy,” stepping twords the kitchen I continued, “Lets head for the vents, so I can have a little fussy breakdown without being seen!”

The twos’ bitter similes soon turned lighthearted. Disite being overly dramatic and flamboyant at times, you were intellectually a genius. No matter the task at hand you always were able to run every possibility to make the best decision for the team and mission. You were flashy but decisive none the less.

As the two of us started our way into the vents we questioned Robin as he downloaded the caves blueprints. Before he could finnish his explonation, the familiar sound of metal boots was heard in the hallway.

We quickly scurried into the shaft one after another, myself leading the way. Robin shouted directions as we made our way throught the vents. Turning I opened the vent cover as instructed. Sliding down I couldn’t help myself from making a little ‘wee’ sound.

Braking through the vent we landed on the rafters inside the boiler room; now it was Robins time to lead. Before he could get anywhere we were stoped by a loud thud. Looking up we saw it was the same flame robot from before.

“Hey your a very nice looking robot,” I said to draw her attention away so the others could escape, “But the whole metal thing is kind of a turn off, for me.” She didn’t seem amused as she raised her hands, fire fillling the room as I let out one last remark, “I never said you wern’t hot!”

Jumping onto the growned level I met with my teemates. Seening the machines begin to malfunction, Robin let out a quick word before we moved again. Steem hissed as pipes broke sending us charging by the robot. It aimed for us as we continued to struggle with the blazing attacks. We ran past it quickly, myself brining up the end of the pack.

Ducking behind another engine, Robin pulled up a scene from his hollow glove, “I know that other acces tunnel is here somewhere,” Robin said in distress.

Finding the vent door on the floor I held it up for Artemis to jump into, speaking with a stupid smile, “You mean this one?” Placing an explosive, Robin followed in behind us. Falling into the tunnel, he stoped us before we could get much further.

Plugging his glove into the electrical socket he quickly explained, “Looking out the cave’s motion and heat sensors to prevent the enemy from tracking us.”

Artemis quickly followed up, “And I ask again, who is the enemy?”

“We already know theres a giant red robot lady that can produce fire and unless Kaldur’s gone crazy, we can assume theres another person who can control water. I’m just wondering why they look like Red Tornados divorced parents,” I added as Robin pulled up the screen.

On the screen showed our four superpowered teammates. They were up to their usual shenanigans wile working on Conners bike.

Kalder was the first to ask if anywone was struggiging with their school work, to which I fell back against the vent and yet out a disgruntled yes. As Megann began to ramble about her cheerleading team, I silently wished I went to our own Happy Harbor High school.

It was just some normal highschool, with normal kids who all did normal things. They could do extra cariculors like cheerleading, or swimming. They could hangout without having to risk the lost hour for their homework. It struck a cord of jellosuy inside of me hearing them talk about how easy their personal lives are.

Every morning I’d wake up at 6 in the morning to be greeted by prentious assholes for the 8 following hour. Pine Hills Private Acadamy for Intalectully Gifted, or as I call it, ‘The prerec for becoming a rich dousebag.’ Everyone there was just the same carbon copy Barbie and Ken and it made me want to rip my hair out.

While everyone was worried about surviving the evil robot attack, I couln’t stop myself from stressing over my lab paper due tomorrow.

My attention was soon drawn back as everyone was blasted back by an explosion before the screen cut out. Artemis was the first to pester us with questions about what hapend to our team mates.

“Explosion took out the camera,” Robin responded, “I’ll look for another angle.” He continued to type away as 4 more screens loaded onto his hallow glove. The first camera showed big stretching waves crash into the hanger before one seprate stream deliberately took out the camera. On the second angle, we briefly saw the team get splashed by water, before the camera was cut out again.

“All four are dead,” Robin spoke as I rolled my eyes at his poor choice in words, “The cameras. I mean the cameras,” Artemis face relaxed, “I’m sure the others are ok.” He continued to ramble on as Artemis leaned back next to me. Before we got the chance to relax, we were already opening the vent to jump down into the study.

Running down the stairs Robin explained that theres was a secret passage opened by one of the books. I jumped at the chace to coment, “Whats next, a trap door that leads to the dongen?”

“You should see the Batcave,” He said as I chuckled. Walking passed the numerous shelves we were surprised by the door opening behind us. Getting into position we quickly retreated behind a shelf. Knives still drawn and ready, we patintle waited as metal clanking walked down the isle.

“Artemis, Robin, Hawkeye.” The voice spoke reminding of us all of a familiar Den Mother. Artemis, though, jumped the gun and moved to confront him. Though who she saw was not Tornado and more like his long lost step father.

Robin pushed her out of the way as I tried to stab the machine in between its mental plating. Hitting its eye I tried to stab the other one before he could react. Before I got the chance he grabbed me by the neck and threw me into the nearest bookcase.

Hearing my teammates call my name I croaked out, “Sorry for flirting with your wife, thats my fault.” Rubbing the back of my head I got up to find the other, female, robot standing infront of us.

As she shot fire out of her hands I tried to regroup with the others as they scrambled ontop of the bookshelf. Artemis questioned who they were as she covered us from the top of the shelf. Sliding down with Robin the two androids continued to fire. Finding the right book in the nick of time, we entire the secret as the shelf fell overhead.

As we sprinted down the hall Artemis asked, “Did you know Tornado had siblings?”

“Yes! It’s almost like I mentioned this is the vents!” I shouted, “If I had a nickled for every time you all called my ideas stupid and I was right, I’d be more richer then Bruce Wane!”

As we met a cross in the halways she grabed my hand, “So what do we do now? Red Tornado is one of the powerhouses of the League. How are we suposed to take down two of them?” She seemed more distressed as the situation grew.

“They do seem pretty user unfriendly.” Robin responded as I once again let out an obnoxious chuckle.

She told us off before we got to respond, being interrupted by they overhead speaker system. It sounded like the same voice as one of the androids, “Attention, Robin. Attention, Artemis. Attention, Hawkeye. You have exactly ten minuets to surrender or the lives of your teammates will be extinguished.” Turing to face one another we could only assume what danger are teamates were in.

Continuing to run down the halls the androids sounded again, reminding us we only have 8-minuets left.

“We can access the hangar from here,” Robin spoke before we quickly turned around to face another wave of water. Contradicting himself, the three of us began to run away from the wave, only to be swept up by it. Taking in a deep breath, we were quickly submerged.

As Robin took out his breathing device, he headed towards me first but, I shook my head. Giving it to Artemis I looked around, only to find a red hand wrapped around my ankle. As it pulled me twords it, I grabed a smaller knife from my belt. Griping it I stabed it into his other eye as bubbles escaped my mouth.

Pushing off of it I felt a hand grip my waste and pull me out of the tunnel. As explosions followed behind us we broke for the surface. Gasping for air we quickly caught our breaths before hearing the voice of a familar speedster.

Quick dodging the incoming fire blasts we quickly swam twords Wally and Conner, who where both trapped in a rock of some sorts. Quickly asking if they were ok, they directed our attention up to the Martian. Looking up both Kaldur and Megan were traped in a cage made of fire.

“Aqualad, is she-” Artemis asked, pleading. Kaldur reassured us that she was just unconscious but, that they were running out of time. The conversation was broke when more flames were sent twords us.

Navigating deeper under water my body was beginning to fetieege. 8 hours of school on top of running away from evil robots was alot more then your 16-year-old body could handle. Passing Sphere, who was stuck in the wall, we quickly tried to hussle up the stairs. Unfortunately we were followed by the evil step father, and were stoped at the top of the stairs by the evil stepmother.

As Artemis talked about her lack of arrows, Robin called for a distraction.

”Ay Ay Captin!” I responded. throwin a small dager into the flame robots eye. It didn’t seem to faze the it at all. Before she was able to hit me with her flames, I dove into the water.

The others followed as I looked for a storm drain, which I luckily found. Pulling it off I let the others swim up before I followed in. Once we broke the surface we gasped for air and starrted to climb up a later.

Sitting in the tunnel I looked up and spoke, “You know i’m getting really tired of drowning!” Following my statement was the reminder that we only had 6 minutes left. Placing my hands behind my head, I heaved for air and didn’t bother listening to the two bicker.

“And you,” She looked to me, “For once in your life can you take this seriously? Our friends are dying and you look like you’d rather be napping!”

Between breaths I snapped back, “I think anyone of us would rather be naping then dying Artemis,” taking in another breath I responded to her other question, “And for the record I am taking this seriously. I prefeer to process my emotions with a little bit of sarcastic flare to avoid the fact that I secretly have an inferiority complex,” Watching her face turn in confusion I finished, “Does that anser your question?”

Slowly nooding we followed Robin down the tunnel. Artemis droned on about how none of our training maters now that we’re without the rest of our teammates. Though something she said sparked an idea.

“There machines,” Robin spoke and looked at me to finnish, “That means one electromagnetic pulse will shut down any machine within range. Nighty Night evil robots!”

Artemis was quick to bring us back down to reality, “Great, except you better have an EMP emitter in your utility belt, because I know I don’t have one in my quiver.”

“Nope I’m fresh out!” Robin responded, “But i'm betting we can make one.” Looking dumbfounded I turn my attention to him.

“This isn’t the science fair! We can’t do that in -” I was cut off by the android reminding us we had 5 minutes left, “In five muniets.”

Pressing my com, I linked to the one deliberately placed wepon, “Hey KF. Correct me if i’m wrong but, theres two vircator in the med lab, on the X-ray machine.”

Chuckling he responded, “I thought you hated practical science?” I hummed in agreement as we made our way into the med lab, before explaining the plan to the others, “You’ll find a small vacuum tube called a viractor, that converts high energy pulses. Reprogram the units microwave conversion from X-rays to EMPs, with a cascading energy vector directed outward.”

Grabbing the cylinder I asked once again, “Alright we’ve re-programed and secured the EMP,” Standing up the others followed my lead, “Hey KF? Again correct me if i’m wrong but if we hook this thing up into the main generator then we win the prize right?”

“You know your really making it hard to be the science nerd on the team,” Sighing he finished, “Once again correct.”

Pressing off my com, we dropped into a nearby airway. Looking down I could see the two robots as well as our teammates. Looking at one another, Robin divised a plan.

“Ok. Make a distraction,” He called into the com. It wasn’t long before the two drowning knuckleheads were teasing the robots to death. Hell, their commets were even making me cringe. Whe Robin asked for cover, the two of us quickly got into place.

As he swung onto the generator, he placed the EMP inside. After pulling up his hollowglove to re-route, he whispered into the coms, “It’s not working, Hawk. Circuits incomplete, I need something conductuble.”

I readied myself for the throw, though I stoped when I heard a yell, “Robin look out!” The boy was soon tackled by a wave of water, nocking him off the generator. Artemis reaied her arrow but whilst trying to dodge the blast from the android, rammed into me.

Losing my footing I tried to regain my balance but, the slickness of my drench boots betrayed me. As I began to fall I gave one last ditch attempt to connect the circuit. Throwing the knife before I hit the water with a large and painfull splash. Relling in pain from the impact I came up to the surface tp find that my dager had only missed by centimeters.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me.” I spoke, preparing myself for the incoming wave. Taking a final deep breath I excepted my fate, It was all up to Artemis now. With that, I felt my mind slip as I passed out from exhaustion.

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Long and painfull coughs wrack my body as I began to wake up. I didn’t even have the energy to sit up but I always had one for a comment, “God I need a drink,” I coughed as I heard footsteps walk towards me, “A dirty shirley? Vodka? A club soda? Fuck it i’ll even drink Malabu just something people.”

“Well you definitely haven’t lost your humor.” Megann spoke as the others crowded around me.

Kaldur was the next to ask, “Are you alright? You’ve been out the longest? We were beginning to worry.”

A week chuckle left my lips, “Ah just ask Artemis, I was taking a quick nap. Speaking of which, I would like to get back to that.” Shewing them away with my hands I curled up more into the floor. Chuckles followed but they all decided to let you rest.

The moment didn’t last long though before Wally and Artamis were heard yelling from accros the room. Though when you heard a familiar voice. Deciding it was best yous at up drowsy.

I couldn’t bother to hear the aindriods reasoning, looking over to the two bots you decided to study them. As Red Tornado walked twords you and the drown you began to protest, “Hey I don’t care why you wern’t here but, I think its in all or our best interests if you don’t have a family reunion.”

“There’s no need to worry any more Hawkeye. The leage is here to finnish this.” He said kneeling twords the too.

Trying to stand up I wobbled and tried to separate the group of robots, “Thats not my point. My point is that your clearly linked to these two, making you a person of intrest in the attack. You being here at this moment is quit literally the worst alibi.”

He didn’t seemed bothered by my words but I still tried to convince the android. Before I got the chance Sphere sprung back to life jumping out of the wall. Then the relization hit me, those robots would be waking up anytime now…they just need a spark.

As the others were busy with the laser cutter, I wispered to the android “You walk away right now and no one will need to ever know about this,” He didn’t anser, just simply sreached his finger out, “Don’t!”

Quickly the drons came back to life, panicking you looked back to your friends behind you, trying to tell them to run. Red tornado raised to the sky as it began to suck the air out of the room. Quickly grabing your throat you began to cough. Grasping for oxygen you felt the life being rinped out of you. One after another, their bodys hit the floor. Despite your best efforts, you feel back to sleep.

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“Hey I know your tired kid but you got to wake up.” The familiar voice was heard above me. I willed myself to open my eyes. Opening my eyes I was met with a familiar face.

“God I need a drink. Do you know the day i’ve had,” I asked him with a lopsided smile, “Like I had a Murphy's law daw. Just wait till Roy hears this.” Patting my shoulder he stood up giving me the chance to lay down once again.

From a distance I could only hear him speak, “Definitely concussed but they’ll be alright.

#kid flash x you #young justic x reader #young justice #young justice imagines #dick grayson x reader #kid flash x reader #wally west x reader #conner kent #dc x reader #nightwing #roy harper #we stan a platonic storys #maybe thats just me

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bittersweet-nothingss · 9 months

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Characters that i think are very me-coded . . . but i can't possibly explain how

Tagged by these cuties (thank you for the tags 🫶🏼) : @babygiriraeken @thiamsxbitch @th30ra3k3n

1) Matilda

2) Stiles Stalinski

3) Rapunzel

4) Noora Saetre

5) Evan Buckley

Tagging these lovely people <3 : @luckyvd @thiam-wolf @outcastpack @hemlocksandfoxgloves @bendystrah

#noora saetre #evan buck buckely #rapunzel #stiles stilinski #Matilda #me coded #comfort character

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sterek-ao3feed-archive · 8 months

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Kingdoms of Duality

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49771924 by CharFictions "In a medieval world divided into three kingdoms—the Stilinski, Hale, and Argent realms—a powerful relic known as the Anuk'ete holds the key to unprecedented dark magic. The relic's duality mirrors the fractured relationships and ambitions of the kingdoms, as some seek to harness its power while others aim to destroy it. Amidst this turmoil, love and alliances blossom among the characters. Stiles Stilinski, an astute member of the Stalinsky court, unexpectedly finds his heart drawn to Derek Hale, a mysterious warrior from the Hale kingdom. As tensions rise and secrets unravel, they join forces with allies from all three realms to prevent the relic's awakening. Friendships and loyalties will be tested, as the fate of the kingdoms hangs in the balance. Words: 1003, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Jordan Parrish, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Jackson Whittemore, Danny Māhealani, Kira Yukimura, Melissa McCall, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Cora Hale, Isaac Lahey, Corey Bryant (Teen Wolf), Mason Hewitt, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Gerard Argent, Kate Argent Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin/Jordan Parrish, Danny Māhealani/Jackson Whittemore, Melissa McCall/Sheriff Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey/Malia Tate, Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Chris Argent/Peter Hale read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49771924

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #IFTTT #ao3feed #ao3feed Sterek #fanfic

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heart-strong · 1 year

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the list of men i have shouted "i love one man" to during the shows

1. my cat, not from a tv show, but i love this cat so much hes a pretty cool cat his name is kylo ren and has the facial structure of kylo ren and he really is the vibe

Sits around all day watching twitch streamers and anime with my sister all day and when I say all day i mean all day 10 am in the morning to 10 at night.

2. dr spencer reid

do i need to explain my whole blog was based on him for over a year. also he's just like me a small (i do still love him when he thickness in the later seasons) anxious bisexual nonbinary with a hyper fixation we decided to go to college for and no ability to do sports. Also neurodivergent and childhood trauma.

3. amajiki

this my hero acidemia boy just radiates the same energy I radiate. have you seen him in the entirety of season 5 episode 1 he is too precious for this world.

4. finn hudson

this man is just a giant dork, and glee was never the same I genuinely will rewatch his little expressions and one-liners during season 3 because it is so good. I mean go and watch season three of glee and watch Finn the whole time

I would like to say that kurt is my favorite male character but i am not sexually attracted to him.

but I will be a happy person if you just give me the hudson-hummel boys

5. leo roth

if you saw red band society you would understand but also he is sometimes a dick but i'm not anything if i'm not attracted to slightly toxic men

this man is so sweet and I just dream about how he would of grown if the show was picked up for a second season. if you havent watched red band society i recommend it.

6. stiles stalinski

ill point you to the god-awfulness that is season 6 of teen wolf dylan obrien and stiles made that show and i would like to cuddle

when this man is on the screen the eyes go to him and he is just so funny the show just got bland when he left and when he show up with lydia in those last few episodes it was perfection.

but also I would never take him away from lydia they are perfect for each other and I love them, can I have a threesome, please?

we also ignore the shit show that was the movie.

7. shoyo hinata

this little ginger fireball has my entire heart and I would like to lift him above my head for him to win even though it is definitely against the rules

8. Camoron Goodkin

yo stichers was this weird show that I didn't think anyone watched and then jake or logan paul showed up and I stopped watching but before that cameron was my everything. I have since finished it and feel the same feelings for cameron.

camoron goodkin has a heart condition just like me and it's actually kinda accurate and he had a scar like mine and the younger me was like “oh my god i can find love” because Cameron got a sexy blond and i wanted a sexy blond.

9. Bow

I love how he’s so smart and dumb at the same time. Also his shoe tread is little hearts I mean that’s everything. Go watch she ra all of the characters are adorable and I would take a fucking bullet for them.

10. nick nelson

I read the comics way before the show and then the show came out and I was a goner. he is everything and kit Connor deserves so much better.

11. the greys anatomy boys(and kai)

alex and mark are my everything. complete dicks, or you're supposed to hate them when they come in, and then you fall in love. even though mark comes in on season 2 his time felt so quick this time around I miss him. and alex, come on he's a peds surgeon who is amazing with kids and parents I can definitely understand why the single moms soon.

I'd like to also mention kai bartley but they are not a man but I still love them so much. and I'm counting it because they get to kiss amelia shepherd and I'd like to kiss amelia shepherd. but do not think that just because I'm mentioning them on this list it means I'm ignoring their identity because i am not. i'd just like another threesome or poly situation with them.

that's my last one for now. i might add later.

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martumensa · 4 years

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Dylan O'Brien profile side appreciation post.

#dylan o'brien #dylan #O'Brien #teen wolf #stiles stalinski #mitch rapp

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i-think-ur-sweet · 4 years

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my {2} teen wolf head cannons

-allison, stiles, and isaac regularly have sleepovers in which they talk about scott, watch twilight, and paint each others nails. mr argent orders them lots of food and makes sure they don’t stay up too late bc he loves all his children

-one halloween they were the mystery gang. scott was fred, allison was daphne, lydia was (hot) velma, stiles was shaggy, and isaac was scooby

-these are my two head cannons and i do not take criticism

#teen wolf #allison argent #stiles stalinski #lydia martin #scott mccall #isaac lahey #this show ended so long ago #i dont know why these two thoughts havw just been jumbling around in my brai

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anxiety-thyme · 1 year

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This week's first Friday fic night is here!

Fandom: teen wolf

Ship: Sterek

Themes: recovering from trauma, finding one’s self, pulling each other out of the darkness

Word count range: 15-40k words

Still, by coppersin

“He thinks about it sometimes, telling Stiles to go into the waiting dark, and feels guilty when he says nothing. Thinks of Stiles finally at peace, but ‘at peace’ means ‘gone’ and suddenly guilt is turning to desperation. Derek grabs Stiles instead and pushes him onto the bed with rough kisses and needy hands.”

Not quite lost (not quite found), by alocalband

“A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.

Then Stiles shows up.”

It took New York to make me a cowboy, by piratetattoos

“After Beacon Hills, Derek heads back to New York. He doesn’t look back, lest he be turned into a pillar of salt. He leaves it all behind, a monument, a tomb, a thousand fuck ups and betrayals left to gather dust and slowly rot away to nothing.

He read somewhere once, that time is cyclical, that the universe repeats over and over, and that he will be reborn and make the exact same mistakes over and over again, helpless to change anything. He thinks Stiles told him about a Vonnegut novel like that once.

He doesn’t think about Stiles.

(or: Derek leaves Beacon Hills, finds himself, and waits for Stiles to find him.)”

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows, by owlpostagain

““Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?””

All is lost (but I’m not giving in), by coppersin

“The nightmares aren't real. They can't possibly be real. But people keep dying and Stiles is genuinely losing his mind. And he can't seem to open his mouth and just tell someone.”

Please always mind the tags.

I hope you enjoy. Let me know how much you love them on a scale of cabin core to New York photographer.

Next month, what are we all thinking?

#teen wolf #fanfiction #fanfic #sterek #stiles stalinski #derek hale #first Friday fic night #attack on titan #eruri #snk #MHA #todobaku #snow white with the red hair #obiyuki

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mymanylives · 5 years

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Short filmography - Dylan O’Brien

The Sokka of Teen Wolf, if you will

#dylan o brien #dylan obrien #short filmography #teen wolf #stiles stalinski #the maze runner #deepwater horizon #the first time #weird city #the internship

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arrowheadedbitch · 20 days

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Stiles Stalinski and Shawn Spencer have way too much in common

#literally same character different fonts #stiles is shawn if he was in a different genre and also not the main character #btw stiles deserves to be the main character sorry not sorry #they even have SS names like ????#teen wolf #psych #psych tv #stiles stilinski #shawn spencer #both have cop dads #both are bi #dont tell me the “you arent gay” “i could be!” “not in that outfit” convo isnt shawn and henry codes #because you would be wrong and also crazy #give stiles an eidetic memory and make his dad obsessed with making him a cop and BOOM #its shawn.#okay im done ranting in the tags #🍍

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 2 years

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Running With the Wolves - CH 3

Fandom: Teen Wolf, The Maze Runner Rating: Mature Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski AO3 Masterlist

Summary: Thomas wakes up in the box and is now the newest member of the Glade, the new resident Greenie. Things are running as smoothly as they can, until Thomas becomes a runner and ends up in the maze. Chaos follows quickly and suddenly the Gladers find themselves facing more then just Grievers... now there's wolves.

*** MY WORK IS NOT TO BE POSTED ON ANY OTHER SITE WITHOUT MY EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION. THOUGH REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE SUPER LOVED AND APPRECIATED! THANKS FAM!***

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Chapter 3

“Hey, wait!”

Just as the three Gladers were about to enter the maze, Newt called them back. He was running towards them as they turned around, Alby and Minho exchanged knowing glances behind Thomas and backed off, waiting for Thomas back at the entrance to the maze.

“Hey,” he said as he reached Newt, “what's up?”

“I just wanted to give you this,” he handed Thomas another water canteen, “just wanted to make sure you stay hydrated out there.”

“Thanks,” Thomas smiled and tied it to his belt.

“I, uh, I also wanted to… to.” Thomas waited while Newt took a breath then looked up to meet his eyes. “Well, I wanted to say be careful, and make sure you come back safe, alright.”

“I will.”

“Right then,” he crossed his arms and nodded. He reached out, Thomas was sure he was going for a hug, but then decided to just pat his arm and added a quick, “See you tonight, then.”

“See you tonight,” he repeated, then turned back and ran into the maze with Alby and Minho. Newt watched them until they were out of sight.

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“Alright, Greenie,” Minho said as the three of them skidded to a stop, “this is the outer edges of the maze. As far as we can go. You wanted to be out here so bad, so here you are, take a good look around.”

Thomas did. He turned himself in a circle, taking in everything around them. The outer edge of the maze was more open then the tighter sections closer to the Glade. There were numbers on the walls that he had noticed as they were running, as well as tall flat metal flaps sticking out of the ground. “What the hell is this place?”

“Those are called Blades,” he pointed to the rows of metal flaps.

“And the numbers on the walls?”

“Every night the maze changes, and those numbers,” he pointed to the giant red six on the wall as they walked past, “are sections. Each night a different section changes. It's an eight night cycle. Last night six opened, and tonight it'll close and section four, which is on the other side of the maze, will open. We're pretty sure this is where the Grievers come from. But aside from that we don't know much more”

“Three years, and this is it? This is all you know, there's nothing else?”

“This is it,” Alby answered with a shrug.

All Thomas could do was shake his head. Three years and all they had done was run circles through a maze that really did seem to have no way out. He couldn't imagine being stuck in here for three years, let alone… forever.

A rumble across the maze had all three boys sharing concerned looks. The ground shook beneath them for a few moments before it stopped, and without so much as a word between them, they all ran towards the noise.

When they reached the other side where the rumbling had come from, Minho stopped dead in front of a wall with a giant two, so suddenly that Thomas almost ran right into him. “Minho, what's wrong?”

“This…” He looked around, clearly confused but also worried, so worried it had Thomas's stomach suddenly dropping to his feet. Alby was worried too, just as much as Minho. “This section isn't supposed to be open. The maze only opens one section at a time, and they only open at night.”

“What does that mean?”

He just shook his head, “I don't know.”

Another rumbling off to the side had Minho taking off. Alby and Thomas ran after him, chasing him this time to section five. It was open too.

“What is going on?” Just as Minho asked, there was more rumbling, and more, and more.

The three of them ran, completely circling the entire maze. As they ran past each section of the maze, they opened. And when the rumbling stopped and they finally stopped running, Thomas walked over to Minho and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Minho?" He didn't answer at first, just stared endlessly into the maze. "Minho, what's going on?"

"It's open," he looked from side to side, the sections in his view all wide open, "every single section is open, and I have no idea why."

The three of them startled then as an all too familiar, haunting screech filled the maze around them. Their veins all running ice cold as in seconds they were surrounded by the sound. Grievers, and it sounded like there was a whole pack of them.

Thomas couldn't find it in his mind to force his legs to move, he was completely rooted to the spot. Then something dripped onto his shoulder, a thick, sticky fluid that slowly crawled down the front of his shirt. A tremor of terror wracked his body as he slowly lifted his head to look above him, and he was met with exactly what he had expected. Maybe it wasn't as good of an idea as he thought to go into the maze.

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"Thomas!" Minho screamed from behind him as the three of them ran through the maze as fast as their legs would take them.

Thomas was a little ahead, trying desperately to find a way through the Grievers that were surrounding them, jumping out at them around every corner. They were being hunted, and on their turf. Minho might know the maze better than any other Glader, but the Grievers knew it even better than him.

He quickly turned and slid around a corner, dodging the stinger of a Griever at the last second. He ducked down another section of the maze that seemed clear, and waved behind to Minho and Alby, "This way! Come on!"

They followed him through the maze as fast as they could but the Grievers were closing in. Getting closer and closer and they were quickly running out of maze, until eventually they came to a dead end.

"Shit," Thomas mumbled to himself, turning back to try and find another way, but it was too late, they were trapped. The Grievers had run them into a corner and there was nowhere left to run. They were cornered by three Grievers, with more behind them they were sure. Alby stepped forward, trying to get around them, but was pushed back by the Grievers thrusting their stingers toward them, getting closer and closer, backing them further into the corner. And that's when the world slowed down for both Minho and Thomas.

In an attempt to slide past the Grievers, one of them hooked its metal arm through Thomas’s vest and pulled him forward, its stinger poised and ready to attack him. He closed his eyes, readying himself for the pain, but was quickly tackled and pushed to the ground. He rolled over fast, shocked to see Alby being lifted by the stinger of the very Griever who was about to do the same to him.

"Alby!" Thomas yelled and shot up from the ground.

He registered the pained yell of Minho behind him as he jumped up to his feet and grabbed Alby by the shoulders. The Griever yanked his stinger away and readied it to thrust at Thomas next, and Alby was leaning on him heavily, bleeding through the fingers that were covering his wound.

Thomas didn't know what to do. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, it was getting dark and the maze was changing… the maze was changing!

He backed up, dragging Alby along with him to huddle against the wall with Minho as the Grievers slowly crept forwards. "Minho," he whispered, eyes still fixed on the encroaching Grievers, "do you know where we are?"

His eyes quickly darted around them before he nodded, "Yeah, i think so."

"Does it change?" Minho shot him a quick sideways glance, confused. "Is this a section of the maze that changes at night? Does this wall change?"

"Yeah," he breathed, "why?"

Before he could say any more the wall behind them started opening up. Minho turned to Thomas, realizing what he was getting at, and grabbed Alby's other side. As soon as there was enough of a break in the wall for them to slip through, they dragged a screaming Alby through the gap, which was thankfully too small for the Grievers to slip though, giving them just enough time to get away.

When they made it to the other side, Minho turned a sharp right and pulled the two of them along with him, "Come on, I know where we are!"

"Just a little further, alright Alby, we’re almost there. Just hang on."

They ran, following Minho's lead, turning several corners and dodging more Grievers, and then finally Thomas saw the now familiar Glade. He never thought he'd actually be happy to see it, but he had never been more relieved.

Now that they could finally see it, they ran through the gap in the walls with a new found energy, still half dragging Alby. And as soon as their feet hit the grass of the Glade, they practically collapsed. They were all exhausted, still terrified. Thomas registered Alby’s moaning in the background and the shouts of the approaching Gladers. Hands were suddenly on his shoulders, hauling him up to his knees. “Thomas!'' Newt grabbed him, turned his face towards him and pulled him against him. “Thomas, I thought you were dead! It was getting dark and when you didn't come back…”

“Hey, I'm fine,” Thomas assured him, finding himself wrapping his arms around Newt's waist. After the day he'd had in the maze, he was happy for the comfort. “But Alby’s hurt, he's been stung.”

“I know,” he nodded, still rubbing his thumbs over Thomas's cheeks, “the boys are taking him back to the medical tent, they’ll do what they can.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, then turned his head back towards the maze. He could still hear the Grievers, still feel them all but breathing down his neck, but then something hit him. Something that made his blood turn to ice… it was dark. “Wait… Why-why didn't the doors close?”

“What? Thomas, what are you talking about?”

“The doors,” he whispered, eyes still fixed on the still wide open gap, “they aren't closed. It's dark, Newt, they should be closed.

“... You're right.”

Both of them jolted back then as the Grievers screeched, sounding like it was right in front of them, and then they saw them. The Grievers that had been chasing them before, were coming through the wall and heading right for them, right into the maze.

“Run!” Was all Thomas could manage to get out as he turned, grabbing Newt’s hand, and ran them as fast as they could back towards the shelters.

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Things turned to chaos faster than Thomas could have blinked an eye. It was pitch black now, the doors to the maze still had not closed, and more and more Grievers were piling in by the second. They were scattered all throughout the Glade, but for now he had managed to bunker down in a far back corner of the council hall with Newt, Alby, Chuck, and a few other Gladers. All they could do was hope the Grievers wouldn't find them, maybe they would leave when the sun came up, scurry back into the darkness of the maze.

They could hear the screams and cries of the Gladers outside still trying to fight back. They didn't know who was winning for sure, but Thomas didn't think they had much of a chance against who knew how many of those things out there. Chuck was beside him, clinging to the back of his shirt as Thomas stood out in front of their small group, ready in case one of them tried to break in. Chuck’s hands were trembling against his back, Thomas could feel it, and he couldn't blame him for being scared. He was terrified.

“Where's Minho?” Chuck asked, voice shaking, “And- and the others?”

“I-I don't know. We got separated coming back into the Glade, I…”

“What do we do, Thomas?” Chuck moved to cling into his arm now, crying harder than before.

“I don't know, I don't-”

“Thomas!” He turned back to where Newt was sitting with Alby. He was sitting in the back corner of the council hall, propped against the wall with Newt kneeling beside him. He looked to Thomas desperately, one hand laid over Alby’s forehead. Thomas didn't need to touch him to know that he was already running a fever, that the infection was already racing through his body. They were going to lose Alby, their leader, the first Glader… What were they supposed to do now? “Thomas! He's not doing well. We have to do something!”

“Newt, I don't know what to do!” He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled, trying to think of something, anything, but he was just as lost as the rest of the Gladers, just as scared, just as confused.

“If we don’t do something fast he's going to die!” Alby moaned, turning his head to the side and coughed up a thick, black mucus, and Newt only looked more desperately at Thomas. “How did this even happen? What happened when you were in the maze?”

“We were in the back, by these things Minho called Blades,” he thought back, trying to figure out where they had gone wrong but nothing came to mind, “we were just standing there then all of a sudden everything started to open, every section of the maze and we were swarmed by Grievers. I don't know how it happened, neither does Minho.”

“And where is Minho? I saw him when you came back through the maze but then he disappeared. Do you think he's…”

“No,'' Thomas moved to kneel in front of Newt, taking his face in his hands and trying to soothe him, “no, Minho is the strongest guy in the group, he's alive. He has to be alive.”

“Then where-” The roof of the council hall shook with the weight of a Griever that had crawled on top of it, the dirt and dust falling on them under its claws, and Thomas put a finger over Newt’s mouth, calmly shushing him as his entire body shook under Thomas’s hands.

They all sat silent, praying that the Griever wouldn’t hear them, that it would just leave and they would be safe there. And for a moment it seemed like it had, it was quiet. Thomas let out a sigh of relief at being safe for the moment, but it was short lived as the front wall of the council hall was smashed and a Griever was pushing its way through towards them. Thomas really didn't know what to do. There was no other way out of the hall, the Glade was full of Grievers, so even if they got out where would they go next that would be safe? So at this point, all he could think was to wrap the still shaking Newt in his arms, tuck him under his chin, and close his eyes.

The pained screech of a Griever was not the sound that Thomas had expected to hear when he closed his eyes, so when he turned back to find Alby up and attacking it with one of the broken branches that made up the hall, he was too shocked to move. All he could do was whisper a quiet, “Alby…” And watched as Alby thrust the splintered end of the branch into the skin of the Grievers face, making it back out of the hall for a moment.

Alby turned back to the boys huddled together in the back of the hall, but directed his speech to Thomas as he clutched at his still bleeding wound, “Get them out, Thomas.” He looked up at Alby, confused, so he repeated. “Get them out of here, as many as you can, find a way out of this place. I’m going to let it take me-”

“No-”

“Yes,” he held up his hand, stopping any further protests from Thomas, “I’m going to let it take me, and you aren't going to stop it. You are going to take the chance I am giving you to run. Do you understand me, Thomas, do what you are good at and run.”

Thomas just nodded, what else could he do? It had seemed Alby had made up his mind and there was no stopping him. So Alby just calmly nodded back at Thomas, then almost whispered his response, “Good… Now run,” and he turned and ran out through the broken wall of the hall.

Newt reached out towards him, trying to pull away from Thomas to stop Alby, screaming, “No, Alby, no!” But Thomas kept a strong hold on him. He had already lost so much today, he couldn't lose Newt too. So he stood, clutching Newt close to his side, and ran out the same way Alby had, calling after the other boys to follow them.

When they were out Thomas quickly looked for any signs of Alby, but he was gone. The Griever had taken him from them but he had saved them all from dying in the council hall. For that Thomas would be forever grateful. And as he looked around his stomach dropped even closer to his feet at the destruction of what had become his home. Nothing stood where it had before, fire ripped through the Glade, everything the Gladers had built together was taken apart in mere seconds by the Grievers.

Thomas shook himself out of his trance. The Grievers were still hunting the Glade and would surely be on them in seconds. So he turned Newt, still holding him close, and started running with the boys towards the forest. But then Newt tripped. He fell flat on his face and out of Thomas's arms, and on top of another Glader. The boy had been attacked by a Griever and fell to the poison from the sting, and now lay motionless and cold under Newt's terrified stare. He lifted a shaking hand to his face where his cheek had touched the other boys when he fell, and when he pulled it back to look it was covered in the thick black ooze the boy had coughed up before he died. It was all over him now too, and no matter how much he tried to rub it off it just kept getting worse.

He registered Thomas above him, his hands on his shoulders, pleading with him, “Newt, get up! Come on get up, we have to go!” But he just couldn't find it in his legs to move.

The next thing he knew Thomas was hoisting him off the ground and to his feet, pulling him into his side again. But Newt’s eyes were fixed on the ground, on the boy on the ground, on the ooze stuck to his hands.

Thomas started moving them again, but he could feel through the tremors wracking Newt's body that he was terrified, and he was practically dragging him through the Glade. He turned to Newt and grabbed his hands in his, covering the black ooze, then said, “Don't look, close your eyes. I got you, just run,” and Newt did.

They ran as hard and as fast as they could across the Glade, until Thomas pulled Newt to a hard stop. He chanced a glance through slitted eyes, and opened them wide when he saw why they had stopped, the only reason he knew Thomas would have stopped them. They were surrounded, just the small group of boys left and three Grievers circling them. They were trapped, surrounded, and more than likely going to die.

The boys huddled together, Newt clinging to Thomas even tighter than before, praying for a miracle. Thomas braced himself as the Griever in front of them raised its stinger, aimed right at him, but just before it thrust it towards him the Griever let out a cry and turned away from them. Thomas jerked his head in the same direction and nearly cried with relief when he saw Minho and a few other boys running their way, spears up, and attacked the Griever that was about to kill Thomas.

When it was dead on the ground, the other boys spread out through the group and started attacking the other Grievers surrounding them, and Minho went over to Thomas and Newt. He handed Thomas a spare spear and gave him a hard pat on the shoulder, “We thought you Shanks were dead!”

“And I was starting to think that we were the only Gladers left,” Thomas shook his head in disbelief, just glad more of them had survived, “but if we don't get out of here now there won't be any Gladers left.”

“Where can we go?!” Minho shook his head looking around at their destroyed home. “There's nothing left, and nowhere is safe. I don't know what to do.”

“Neither do I. Shit!” Thomas and Minho both jumped back and avoided the swinging stinger of a Griever, then held their spears up and huddled back in with the other boys. They were surrounded again this time by more Grievers than before, only a few of them with weapons not nearly strong enough to fight back, and all they could do at the moment was hold up their spears and try to stay alive as long as they could.

“Circle up you Shanks! Spears up!” Minho yelled and the Gladers did.

Thomas stood beside Minho with his spear ready, and for the first time that night he let go of Newt, pushing him back behind him and into the middle of the circle. “You and Chuck stay in the center, we'll figure this out.”

“Thomas…” Newt reached out and clung to the back of his shirt, wanting any kind of contact he could have.

“We're gunna be fine, Newt, okay. I promise we'll get out of this.”

Newt only held tighter to his shirt, and Minho turned doubtful eyes on Thomas and whispered, “Thomas, I don't think-”

“I know,” he turned and whispered back, “I know.”

And he did know. He knew there was no way they were getting out of this. There were more Grievers surrounding him then he could count, and all they had were pointy sticks to fend them off. But damn if he wasn't going down without a fight. So he dug his heels in as another Griever made its way forwards, crouched and ready to fight, then another noise from the maze had their blood turning to ice. A noise they had never heard in the Glade before.

“Minho!?”

“What now?!” Both boys watched the entrance to the maze, almost frozen to the spot, wondering what was coming out of the walls to kill them next. Then in a sudden burst they were through the maze and scattering through the Glade, giant creatures.

“Are those wolves?!” Minho turned to Thomas, unbelieving of their shity luck. “First Grievers now giant wolves?! We have to run, Thomas!”

Thomas turned and grabbed Minho before he could bolt, pulling him back. “Wait, wait look!” He pointed to the wolves running through the Glade. “They're killing the Grievers.”

Minho looked to the wolves, then back to Thomas, “You think they're helping us?! Thomas, when has our luck ever been that good?! They are giant wolves, they're probably just killing anything that crosses their paths, and if they keep coming this way we will soon be next. Now let's go!”

Thomas nodded to Minho, but before they could go anywhere a Griever swung its stinger between them and managed to separate Thomas from the group. Now he was really screwed. He was alone and one on one with a Griever, Newt was screaming and Minho was trying to hold him back, and Thomas also now had giant wolves to worry about. But he had to focus, the Griever in front of him was desperately trying to sting him, and he had to stay alive, but he didn't know for how long he would manage to do that. Then the Griever lifted its stinger high, Thomas readied to jump to the side out of the way, but then one of the wolves swooped past his vision and tackled the Griever before it could take a swipe at him. Thomas watched the wolf tackle the Griever with ease, the power in its giant form nothing against the Griever, and the giant black wolf tore it apart with its teeth until it finally laid motionless beneath its paws.

Thomas was equal parts awed and terrified. He didn't know if he should turn and run or stay completely still, and pray the wolf didn't see him and move on. But before he could make his choice the giant black wolf turned back to face him. It seemed to be the biggest wolf of the pack that had come through the maze, and of course the biggest one would go after Thomas. And though it had been relentless with the Griever it had just killed, it seemed to almost be approaching Thomas with extreme caution, as if it didn't want to scare him. But Thomas was already terrified.

He kept his eyes down and away from the wolf, hoping it would leave him alone, but eventually its giant paws started to come into view and Thomas couldn't help but look up and meet its eyes. It's deep red eyes.

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! We are finally getting into the crossover part of the crossover lol Let me know what you guys think, and if you want to be tagged for future posts please let me know! <3

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