When Thomas gave himself up to WICKED for everything to be over with, the least expected person to risk his life for Thomas came to save and retrieve him. And when they're back in the harbor, set to sail for the Safe Haven, for home, how could Gally still believe that Thomas would ever leave without him again?
"The offer from before. In the Glade. Does it still stand? Do you still want me-"
"Yes. I want. It stands. Now more than ever."
Hi, I hope you don't mind that I'm joining in on the fun. 😊
day 3: i hate how much i don't hate you / boy why you so obsessed with me?
day 4: the calm after the storm / what doesn't kill you...
day 5: pet peeves / late night conversations
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submission for @thomallyweek day 5, late night conversations.
language: swiss german
summary:
Immer wenner denkt, dasser öpis usegfunde hed, dasser jetzt, jetzt verstaht was eigentlich los isch, und werum er isch wie verhext um de Gally ume, entschlipfts ihm wieder. Will sobald de Gally lacht, vergisst de Thomas alles um sich ume.
De Gally und de Thomas im Safe Haven, zäme.
warnings: none
word count: 707
tags: Flowers, Safe Haven (Maze Runner), Ocean, Neck Kissing, they're in love like soft summer evenings
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
tagging the german speaking mutuals (i'm so curious if you understand!!!): @go-catch-a-chickn @fandoms-princess @the-wckd-powers @kurobthings @sternenleserin @filismaze
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
fate, pulling me back. you, pulling me forward.
Rating: T
Tags: movieverse, pre-slash, the last city, safe haven, a smidge of suicidal ideation, canon character death, post-canon
Wordcount: 1483
Summary:
"I'm sorry," Thomas says. "If I could change what happened, I would. I'm sorry I'm such a right selfish bastard, and I'm sorry for being presumptuous, and I'm sorry I couldn't save everyone.""No one can save everyone," Gally says. "You were stupid to think you could.""I know. But I had to try."
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Thomas can’t help angsting. Gally is having none of it.
For @thomallyweek 2022 Day 4: What doesn't kill you...
Gally is a member of an elite crime organization, assigned to pose as the personal bodyguard to the heir of the biggest pharmaceutical company and the target, WICKED. While he loathes having to babysit the CEO's son, Thomas, who is treated almost like a celebrity, he later discovers a deep gratification in his job.
After all, his mission is to infiltrate WICKED. Falling into bed with Thomas is only a more thorough approach to penetrating enemy territory.
Until it isn't.
Sorry, this is late! But here's my attempt at a (fake) bodyguard au :) we know how these things end, ofc.
For @thomallyweek 2022 Day 3: I hate how much I don't hate you
word count: 1k | warning/s: language | tags: au - no apocalypse
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Thomas has predicted he’ll follow in five minutes.
Gally follows in two, and he locks the door after he enters the bathroom.
Thomas doesn’t need to look at his reflection in the mirror to know that Gally’s eyebrows are burning in his rage. He doesn’t need to anyway. Because, in three long strides, Gally’s beside him, yanking him bodily with a bruising grip on his arm. Thomas faces Gally, blank and emotionless, while the other boy fumes, his chest heaving against his shirt as his nostrils flare.
Thomas says nothing, not even to protest against the rough handling. It’s possible that he doesn’t give a fuck about the pain anymore – hell knows he’s already spent all of his fucks on Gally. He’s just… done.
“Really, Thomas?” Gally grits out, blue eyes pinning Thomas with his most hateful glare. Huh. Thomas hasn’t seen that look directed to him in… years. He actually misses it, come to think of it. He misses the Gally who can’t stand the sight of him. He misses the aggressive banters, the punches they easily threw around. What Thomas would give just to go back to that. Those were much simpler times. “You brought him to my party?”
As it is, this is Thomas’s reality now. Anyway, looks like the animosity is back all the same. He just got to… maintain it this time. He can’t let it slip into… whatever it slipped into the past few years. This is Thomas and Gally’s design. Not… whatever that was.
Thomas attempts to shake Gally’s hold, but it only tightens. Gally even presses closer, pinning him completely by placing his other hand on the sink behind Thomas’s body. He brings his face closer, too, his freckles more pronounced in the proximity. Thomas wishes the sight didn’t make him yearn. But as easy as Gally is to anger, it almost takes no effort for him to break Thomas inside even though he’s sworn to himself that the last time was the last time. That they're equally good at: breaking promises.
Looking into Thomas’s eyes, Gally growls lowly, “What do you want from me?”
Keeping the façade of nonchalance, Thomas replies, speaking for the first time. “I don’t know why you’re so mad, Gally.”
“Bullshit,” Gally’s eyes flash, and his whole body vibrates. “You did not take Newt to my party as your plus one because he’s an old friend.” Gally spat the word 'friend' with as much vitriol as he can summon, and it makes Thomas inwardly smile in sick satisfaction.
“No, I didn’t,” Thomas agrees flatly. “What about it?”
“You’re doing this to spite me, huh?” Gally accuses. “To hurt me back?”
Thomas can't hold back his snort, “You’d have to care to be hurt, Gally. And you don’t.”
“Fuck you!” Gally shouts, pushing into him even more, that the blue in his irises is almost too dark in Thomas’s vision. He's seems upset for being told the truth. “I cared for you, shank –“ Gally slightly wavers at the word, realizing that they have used the old slang for endearment than for insult for such a long time, the entire duration of their stupid affair, that it leaves a too bitter taste now in their mouths. “I care for you more than you can imagine.”
Thomas shakes his head. He doesn’t want to do this now. He indeed brought Newt – an old crush that nothing came out of – to provoke Gally, but Thomas wants his disgust, his absolute, vicious fury. Not his lies.
He attempts to wiggle out of Gally’s prison, but he might as well be pushing against a brick wall. Effortlessly, Gally blocks him without breaking a sweat or his cruel gaze. This gets a rise out of Thomas. They’re too close. Thomas can smell Gally all over him, and it’s making him nauseous. His touch is poison. His words are knives stabbing Thomas in the back, in the heart, everywhere that matters. Gally is a death sentence. With more force, he starts shoving.
Gally catches Thomas’s wrists in his hands, and he holds them against his chest in the little space between their bodies. Thomas can only hiss in frustration.
“Thomas –“
And it’s like a floodgate opened.
“You don’t care, Gally!” Thomas shouts, and he hates that the corners of his eyes are stinging. He thought it was over. He thought Gally had wrung the last of his tears, yet here he is on the verge again not five minutes into being alone with Gally. “You have a godawful definition of ‘care’ if this is what you do to people you care about!”
Instantly, the anger melts from Gally’s face, and guilt takes its place after the outburst. He opens his mouth but closes it again, not able to find a suitable reply.
Just as well because Thomas is not finished. He jabs a finger on Gally's chest, repeatedly, hoping it'll at least leave a mark. “You don’t get to invite me to your engagement party with a woman and expect me to be fucking fine! Are you fucking insane?”
“I didn’t send the invitation; she did!”
Thomas laughs, control over his emotions slipping from his hands – hands that are now clutching the fabric of Gally’s pristine shirt, ruining it. Something his future wife probably chose for him. Or maybe his father, because Gally can’t fucking decide for himself. He has no spine to defy his family – not even for his happiness. “Is that supposed to make me feel better, you dumb shank?”
“I don’t love her!” Gally cries out, hoarse and layered with desperation and misery. “I don’t…” His voice breaks, closing his eyes in a scream as one of his fists punches against the bathroom countertop, surprising Thomas to silence at the loud impact. For a beat, Gally’s labored and unsteady breaths are all they can hear between them. Then, gently, his forehead touches Thomas.
“I don’t know how to fight for you. I hate how much I can’t fight for you,” he confesses, and it shatters Thomas’s heart all over again. Because isn’t that just the truth?
Thomas’s hands hold tighter on Gally’s shirt, pulling him to him. He doesn't remember closing them until Thomas opens his eyes to look at Gally’s suspiciously wet lashes. His heart aches for him – if he wasn't blinded by hurt, he'd have noticed right at first glance how Gally looked the least happy groom-to-be out in his own engagement party. The whole evening felt like a business deal, and Gally's father had tapped his son's shoulder proudly, grinning ear to ear because once again, he got his way.
“I hate…” Thomas starts, and Gally holds his breath, bracing for what he thinks is the official end of them. For the record, Thomas came to the party to do exactly that. To watch Gally fall apart as he repeatedly saw himself do after finding out Gally’s involvement with another. That while Thomas held a tight grip on the hope that Gally would finally love him enough to come out to his father, Gally knew all along that he was arranged to someone else.
I hate you. Three easy words. Thomas can say them. He should. Because for a moment, he did. For a moment it was his truth. But that moment was long gone.
submission for @thomallyweek day 1, let's go home.
language: french
summary:
Mais maintenant, je comprends beaucoup mieux. Maintenant, je sais comment tu me regardes quand on se lève le matin. Comment tu soutiens mon regard pendant le jour, comment tu me regardes quand on va se coucher la nuit, juste avant que je souffle la bougie.
Thomas réfléchit sur son histoire avec Gally.
warnings: none
word count: 537
tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Safe Haven (Maze Runner), it's likea dialogue but monologued, if that makes sense lmao, happy endings, some angst i think, but let me emphasize the happy ending part
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
sn. after realising that you speak french as well! n
and last but not least: juliette, you are an absolute angel. <3 @ohbluesky
(she helped me with the key phrasings relating to today's prompt that i used (let's go home), and was so kind in thinking about the phrasings and their implicit meanings with me, thank you!! se was also kind enough to look over the summary + title so that at least these would be free of mistakes (if there's still any, i am entirely to blame). the whole rest of the text and all its mistakes are my doing and my doing alone, i take full responsibility asldkfjas.)
tagging mutuals who speak french, maybe it‘ll make you happy to see fanfic in french even if it‘s not by a native speaker, and even if it‘s not your fav ship. 🇫🇷 💙 :@thominho-incorrectquotes @ikvero @sternenleserin @dont-bee-shy and ofc you juliette akdjsjjs @ohbluesky . hah! adding @persnickett after realising that you speak french as well! sneaking thomally into your life like ehheheh. oh and i forgot to tag you as well hope! @hope92100
