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premise. You don’t believe that you’re the one that would break Charles’ playboy reputation. But you’re going to ensure you get the most of him while you can.

tags porn with little plot, hook-up, oblivious reader, charles has feelings for reader but she doesn’t know it, playboy charles leclerc, light dom charles leclerc, bareback, coming untouched wc 1.2k

You burn on the top of the world because you’re chest-to-chest with the one you want—knowing this is all you can grasp. Charles is kissing you with both of his hands gripping your waist. Small sighs leave him, barely audible through the heavy bass of the club, as his tongue pushes your lips open.

Nothing could get you to open up more. It’s intoxication. The alcohol in your system gets you dazed but sober enough to want to push him against the wall. Instead, that’s what he does to you—

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[voidsaez]

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— for eternity. ( gally tmr x reader ) abuse !!

a/n : monthly post coz i never use tumblr lol, anyways i rewatched the first tmr movie n i realized hes lowkey insane

summary : after thomas found a way out, you’ve been clung to his every word. your boyfriend, isn’t happy.

There was nothing more Gally could ever ask for. You, him, and the rest of the Glade living in peace—a perfect harmony.

For months now, everything had been great. The two of you became a rare constant in a world filled with uncertainty.

He’d never felt more secure, more alive, than with you by his side. That was, until Thomas arrived.

In less than a week, the newcomer had somehow found a way out—an escape. You were overjoyed at the prospect of freedom.

Gally? Not so much.

-

“We don’t need to leave!” His voice cracked with urgency as he cupped your face, trembling thumbs pressing into your skin.

“Isn’t this enough? You have me—we can stay here. Forever.” His words came out rushed, his tone laced with desperation.

You shove at his hands, trying to make him pull away. “Are you insane? We’ve finally found a way out! After three years!”

His gaze hardened, his grip tightening. “Don’t you see?” He pleads, his voice frantic and pleading at the same time.

“Out there, it’s worse! You’ll see! This place, the glade—it’s safe. We’re safe here.”

You could see his demeanor changing, his eyes wild. It was love—yes, but it was twisted, fevered, consumed by desperation.

“You think it’s better out there?” He spat out, his voice a harsh whisper. “You think you’ll survive out there? you won’t.”

His grip tightened, to the point you felt like your bones were about to crack. Like it was more a warning than a plea.

“Let go!” You yelled out, shoving at his chest, but he didn’t budge.

He laughed, hard, cold, humorless. “You think they care about you, huh? Thomas? Teresa? They’ll leave you to die once it gets hard.” He says.

“But not me.” He says, his voice softening, almost sounding tender. “I’d never let that happen to you, I’ll protect you.”

“Protect me?” You snarled, “This isn’t protection, Gally, this is madness!”

His jaw clenched, clear displease in his eyes. “Madness? no, no. Madness is trusting them.” He says, with a deranged smile.

“Madness is thinking they’ll get us out of here alive.” He continues on. “You don’t get it, do you?” He asks.

“Thomas. Thomas is the problem—him and Teresa, they’re the reason we’re suffering! If it weren’t for them, we’d be happy.”

What the hell is he trying to say?

He speaks with innuendo, his words starting to sound past insane. “What are you saying?” You ask, stomach twisting.

His smile widened, almost dangerously. “I’m saying,” he said slowly, “we don’t need them. The Grievers, they’re hungry.“

Your blood ran cold. “They’ll take care of Thomas and Teresa. All we have to do is offer them over to the Grievers.” He says.

“You’re not serious,” You whispered, horrified. He was starting to lose it.

“Why?” He asks, stepping closer again. “They’re a threat, baby. To me. To you. To us. I won’t let them take you from me.”

“Gally,” You breathed, your voice trembling. “This isn’t you. You don’t mean this.”

He reached for you again, his hands almost gentle this time, but the madness in his eyes didn’t fade. “I mean every word,” he said.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if it means sacrificing them. Even if it means..” He trails off, looking at you.

You used to love his smile, the way he rarely ever did made you feel special, like his smile was reserved for only you.

But then, he smiled again, sharp and terrifying. He’s gone. That isn’t him.

“Don’t do this, Gally, don’t make me hate you.” You say, stepping back away.

His expression softened, “You’ll thank me one day.” He says, simply.

The sound was sickening. His fist slamming into you. A sharp crack that echoed in your ears, while your body went limp.

-

You weren’t his partner anymore.

You were his prisoner.

[fic-recs-by-mimi]

JANUARY 2023 FIC RECS: GO CHECK THEM OUT!

Okay, So This Month I Found So Many Amazing Fics… When I Say Go Read Them, I Mean Go Read Them! Aaaa It Was Great.

Additionally, I Think I’m Going To Start Adding Little Notes For Each Fic On The Monthly Lists, What They Were About, Why I Liked Them, Etc.. So We’ll See How That Goes.

KEY

🗝️ = I Loved The Style Of Writing

✈️ = I Loved The Plot/Idea

⭐️ = Well Portrayed/Written Characters (In My Opinion)

🔥 = 10/10 I Will Fight You Again

🤍 = Fluff

♥️ = Angst

🎉 = Seasonal (?? 😂)

little moments, by @parkers-peonies (Peter Parker MCU X Fem!Reader) 🗝️✈️⭐️🔥🤍

This Is What I Want, Right Here, Sir! XD. All Of The Little Scenarios Hit Just Right. Best Kind Of Vacation Imagine. OP Really Brought Every Fantasy I’ve Entertained About Going To Venice With My Crush To Life.

Chocolate and Promises (Part One) by @michelleleewise (Loki MCU X Fem!Reader) ✈️⭐️🤍♥️

Chocolate and Promises (Part Two A) by @michelleleewise (Loki MCU X Fem!Reader) ✈️⭐️🤍♥️

Chocolate and Promises (Part Two B) by @michelleleewise (Loki MCU X Fem!Reader) ✈️⭐️🤍♥️

The Whole Thing Was Full Of Angst And Love And Raw Emotion. If You Read Them In Order, It Initially Doesn’t Seem Like There Would Need To Be A Second Or Third Part, But It Really Blossomed. Very Satisfactory. There Are Abuse Themes, Just To Warn You.

a drunk blurb 4 you by @mrshipsmcgee, (TASM!Peter Parker X Reader) 🗝️✈️🔥🤍

Short And Cute And Just SO Sweet. Perfection. Only A Little Thing, But It Made My Day.

Baby power by @crimson25 (Loki Blurb) ✈️🔥🤍

Listen Up, My Two Best Friends Who Will Never Know I Have Tumblr.com, I Promise You That I Am Going To Get Married First And I Will Also Have Kids First, And I Promise That You’ll Be The Godparents And I Will 100% Pass My Child Off To You (Like How Pepper Did To Loki, Here,) When I Want To. 10/10.

listening ears by @literaila, (TASM!Peter Parker X Reader) 🗝️✈️⭐️🔥🤍

Gosh, This Fic Has Been One Of My Most Favourites By This Girl, By Far. I Follow Her From My Main, You Should, Too. Plot Was Easy To Follow, Great Dialogue As Always, 10k, I Really Lost Myself In This One. I LOVED The Incorporation Of All The Different Songs, Too.

Valentines, by @arzennn (Loki X Fem!Reader) ✈️⭐️🔥🤍♥️

If You Asked Me, It’s A Bit Early To Start Celebrating Valentine’s Day, But It Is Never Too Early For A Good Little Ficlet, Okay? And, Oooooh, Jealous Loki 😏. Gosh, I Wish Someone Would Ask Me Out Like This.

Punished by @gladerscake (Gally TMR X Reader) 🗝️✈️⭐️🔥🔥🔥🤍♥️

Listen To Me, When I Say That This Fic Right Here Is My Most Favourite Fic On The Planet, I Mean That This Is My Most Favourite Fic ON THE SHUCKING PLANET. Gosh, I Love It So Very Dearly. All Of This Girlie’s Works Are Fantastic And Genuine. I Follow Her From My Main, As Well, Although I “Lost” Her Blog In A Sense, So I Am Extremely Happy I Found Her Again. 1000000/10 <333

My Sunglasses by @this-kitten-is-smitten (Sebastian Stan X Reader) ✈️🤍

This One Here Is Very Cute And Domestic. Perfect Little Quarantine Read. 😊

If You’re An Author Of One Of These Fics And Would Prefer I Take You/Your Work Off This List/My Blog, Pls Message <3

[mxsmwndr]

She Makes Me Brave

(September)

Pairing: Newt x Fem!Reader

Summary: Um... I just kind of used the poem You Make Me Brave as a conversation (about the reader) between Newt, Thomas and Minho.

Terms: None

Warnings: None? I mean... everyone's just kind of super out of character for this. Short and sweet, too.

A/N: This is going to be different. It's inspired by You Make Me Brave by Sofia Elise, which is the cutest poem/thing I've ever read. The words are used in quotations. Can you tell I'm bored? Please request.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Maze Runner plot or characters, and you own yourself.

"You love her?" Thomas's words echoed through Newt's head.

It took Newt two tries to get the words out of his mouth, but when he finally did, he still seemed to hesitate. "She's a girl. That's not allowed. But, I do like her. That's allowed." He said.

"It is." Minho agreed.

"She's pretty." Thomas pointed out.

Newt smiled, watching his girl laugh at something Ben had just said. "She's so pretty, it makes my bones ache." He mumbled, redirecting his attention back to his friends.

"With want?" Thomas asked.

Newt shook his head, "That's not appropriate. But. the other day, she smiled at me and I think I stopped breathing." Newt paused, swirling Gally's 'special drink' around in his cup with a faint smile across his lips. "I think she broke me a little."

"She causes you so much pain?" Thomas asked.

Newt looked up from his drink, "My chest aches around her. I feel like I'm swallowing dying stars." He said, glancing at the sky for a millisecond.

"Maybe you should like her less."

"Yes, that would be the sensible thing to do. And yet..."

"And yet?" Minho asked.

Newt turned to watch you once again. "It feels like I could bear the pain over and over." He turned back to his friends, looking them each in the eye as he proceeded. "Every second I'm with her, I can bear the pain. Every second I'm with her, it hurts less." He mumbled the latter, but his friends caught it.

"That sounds an awful lot like love." Thomas said.

Newt's pained smile returned. "It could be." He shrugged.

"You're not scared anymore?" Thomas asked, raising an eyebrow.

Newt shook his head, "She makes me brave."

[book-place]

Interruptions

Warnings: very slight maze runner spoilers (first book/movie), cursing?, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: The gladers x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: Apparently having one day of peace and quiet is too much to ask for in the glade

A/N: This is my first tmr fic- hope you enjoy, it took me forever

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You settled down against the outside wall of the homestead, and let out a small sigh of contemptment as the bright sun beat down on your face. The small breeze gently blew your hair, keeping you from sweating.

In other words, the day was as perfect as it could possibly get in the Glade.

Earlier that day the box had come up during its regular monthly time and brought up a new greenie as well as some boxes with the normal supplies. This time though, in one of the boxes was a book. There weren’t many of those in the Glade.

None of the boys seemed to have any interest in it, so you had taken it upon yourself to take it before it turned into fuel for the upcoming bonfire that night.

You don’t remember learning how to read, but you knew you could and you wanted to see what it was like.

It was your day off and you decided that you wanted to take full advantage of it.

You opened the cover, ready to dive into the new world when all of a sudden a voice called out your name, “Y/n!”

You looked up to see Chuck sprinting towards you as fast as he could, his face red as he panted.

Quickly closing your book, you stood up, “What is it Chuck?” You asked in concern, scanning the boy's body for any injuries.

He doubled over, resting his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath, “Gally… trying to kill… me for spilling… water all over… him…” he finally managed to get out in between breaths.

You looked over his shoulder and just on cue, you saw a fuming Gally storming your way.

You sighed and moved to step in front of Chuck, blocking the young boy from the older one's wrath.

“Move Y/n.” He seethed once he was closer.

You changed your voice to a way that made it dip and crack in certain parts as you spoke, “This here boy is under my protection!” You grinned as you heard Chuck giggle from behind you.

Gally crossed his arms and glared even harder at you, “He spilled water on me!” He said through gritted teeth.

You took a moment to think about how to answer, “Well at least you're cooler now, it is a really hot day.”

This made the boy pause, before he rolled his eyes again and stalked off, mumbling incoherently. But you thought you caught some words, including, kill, lucky, and pasta.

You turned to Chuck who looked at you with wide, grateful eyes, “Thank you n/n.” He beamed.

You patted him on the back, “Don’t mention it, Chucky. I would just stay away from Gally for a little while.”

The boy nodded before hurrying away.

You chuckled and turned around to go and read your book again.

Sitting down with a sigh, you opened your book back up and tried again to start reading the first sentence.

You got two words in before another voice started calling your name.

You looked up in a bit of annoyance, but saw Frypan and quickly replaced the look with a smile.

Shielding your eyes from the bright sun, you looked up as he approached and then stood in front of you, his face sporting his normal large grin.

“Mind helping me out in the kitchen for a few minutes?” He asked that smile of his.

You let out a small, unnoticeable sigh and quickly glanced longingly at your book before putting on a smile of your own, “Sure, Fry. Lead the way.”

Even though it was your day off, you didn’t mind helping. You really didn’t. You just really wanted to read your book.

But Frypan knew that it was your day off and wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t really need help.

The two of you walked side by side in a comfortable silence for a moment before he broke it, “Thanks for helping me, n/n. I know it’s your day off, but I really appreciate it.”

“Of course.” You answered honestly.

Turned out, one of his chefs was out in the Medjacks hut for the day because he dropped a knife on his foot while trying to make breakfast earlier that day.

It also turned out that he needed help for more than a few minutes, actually an hour, but you didn’t once complain.

You helped with whatever he needed, cutting, cooking, baking, or cleaning.

When he finally said that you could leave, you walked back to the Homestead and grabbed your book.

By now shade had covered your spot, so you set off to look for a new reading spot.

You found the perfect place and began climbing.

It was a tree that wasn’t too far off the ground, but just enough for some privacy, and the branch was big enough that you could lay down without worrying about it if you wanted to.

You got cozy in the tree, and were just resting your back against the bark when your name was yet again called.

“What the bloody hell are you doing up there, Y/n?” A familiar british voice called from down below you.

You closed your eyes and turned your face up, taking a deep breath before putting on a smile and looking down at Newt who had a worried look on his face.

“Just sitting up here.” You replied, hoping to get this conversation over as fast as you could.

As much as you loved Newt, you just wanted to read at the moment.

“We’ll get down from there, you shank.” His worried look didn’t leave, “You could hurt yourself.”

You sighed, “I’m fine, Newt.”

You leaned back against the tree and began opening your book again when his stern voice called out to you, “Y/n, get down here right now.”

It was no longer his warm, playful tone that he normally used with you, it was the tone of a second in command that wanted to get something done.

Letting out a huff of annoyance, you swung your legs over the edge and jumped down, practically giving Newt a heart attack as he quickly sprang forward to try and break your fall.

Once you landed on two feet though, he let out a breath of relief, “Please, love, just don’t go back up there.”

With that he walked back to the gardens, leaving you more annoyed than when you had begun.

As much as you wanted to disobey Newt and climb right back up into the tree, you didn’t want to risk him interrupting you again.

Your sights finally set to one of the openings in the walls, but more importantly, the wall right next to the opening.

Nobody was working around that area, so hopefully you would finally be left alone.

You walked like you were on a mission, not even slowing down to smile and wave at all of the gladers like you normally do.

You were almost there, about five yards away when you were stopped by what seemed like the hundredth person calling your name today.

You turned with a forced smile to Alby who was giving the new greenie the tour early, today instead of tomorrow.

The new greenie looked at you with wide eyes, only seeing you once before, when he came up from the box, but not having been in the right place to ask questions at the time, he hadn’t known who you were.

Your smile softened, you remembered what it was like to be a greenie, to be scared, not remembering your name and feeling like you were alone.

“Hey there, greenie. I’m Y/n.” You said in the same kind voice that you used for all of the greenies on their first day, to let them know that they were not in fact alone.

“H-hi.” He stampeded out, face turning red as he avoided looking at you.

Alby clucked his tounge, “Now that you’ve met the only girl in the glade, some rules,” he clapped the new boy on the shoulder with a friendly face but a tone that was actually opposite of it, “She is like a sister to each and every one of us here in the glade, so if you even think-“

You cut the leader off, “Leave the boy alone, Alby.” You rolled your eyes, offering the new greenie another kind smile.

He rolled his eyes and held his hands up in surrender, “I’m just saying-“

“Well don’t just say.” You said in a duh tone, grinning when the new greenie giggled a little. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” You gave a final playful wink to the greenie, ignoring Alby’s warning look before turning and going back to sit in your spot.

You did feel a little bad though, as you heard Alby lead the new boy off while lecturing him about the rules you didn’t let him say before.

But right then you had priorities, your book.

By then the sun had begun to set, meaning within the next hour or so, the doors would close for the night, and then soon after that the annual greenie day bonfire would begin.

With a sigh, you yet again sat down and opened your book, preparing to hopefully get at least the first sentence done by now.

You were so close, five words in, and then you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, and then quickly pick you up and spin you around.

You let out a squeal of surprise, tensing your body up, and whipped your head around to try and get a look at who was spinning you around like a merry go round.

Minho.

He must have just gotten back from his run when he saw you sitting at the edge and decided to scare you.

You start hitting his arm, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to get the message across, “Put me down, Shuck-face!”

Minho let out a laugh and carefully set you down, then proceeded to place his hands on his hips as you turned to him with a glare.

“What was that for?” You demanded.

He just grinned and reached over to ruffle your hair, “You’re just too easy to scare sometimes.”

He then walked away, holding his stomach while laughing loudly, ignoring your yells at him from behind where he left you.

You let out a huff, crossing your arms and mumbling incoherent curses to yourself, all surrounding the dark haired runner, who you had to admit was one of your best friends.

You were just about to sit back down with your book when Thomas, who had taken the day off from running, ironically came running over to you.

“We’re starting the greenie bonfire!”

All you wanted to do was scream, you don’t care about some shucking bonfire, you just want to read your book in peace.

Begrudgingly though, as the doors began to close for the night, you picked up your book and stomped after the boy, who looked slightly scared for his life at the murderous expression you wore on your face.

By the time you reached the area, the boys had already begun to light the fire with some whoops and cheers.

Thomas hastily left your side and ran over to Newt, who stood with Alby and Minho, and began whispering something to them.

You were too busy to notice them all looking at you though, as you stomped over to Gally and snatched a jar of his special drink, before he could yell at you though, you continued to stomp until you got to a spot away from the others, but still slightly near the bonfire.

The whole glade seemed to notice you sulking, because you normally were in the center of all of the action, having fun with your friends that you considered your family.

Your back was facing the crowd of gladers so you didn’t notice Minho sternly talking to the new greenie before giving him a push towards you.

Newt and Alby could then be seen scolding the runner, but didn’t do anything to stop the poor greenie sacrifice.

Your head snapped up as you sensed a presence slowly and hesitantly sitting down next to you.

You glared slightly at the greenie as he nervously shifted under your gaze, “What do you want, greenie?” You took another swig of your drink.

“I-I-erm…” this time you noticed as he glanced over to your friends, who stood staring that the two of you intently, but as soon as they noticed you looking, they looked away.

You sighed, softening up a bit once you realized that it wasn’t him you were mad at.

You quickly glanced back at your friends before leaning in and whispering something to the new boy.

Even though they were across the fire, the small group of boys leaned forward and strained to hear what you were telling him with no avail.

You pulled away from the boy with raised eyebrows and he quickly nodded before scrambling up and scurrying over to Thomas, Minho, Alby, and Newt.

Your back was still facing them so they had no indication on what you were thinking.

“Well?” Minho demanded, “What did she say, greenie?”

“She-she, umm…” the boy stammered, not meeting anyone’s eyes.

Alby huffed, “Spit it out, boy.”

“She said that if you… shuck-faces have something to say to her then go over and say it yourselves you… pieces of klunk.”

He quickly went away after that, scared that he angered the other kids on his first day.

They, however, just stood there in shock. They didn’t know what got you in a bad mood, but it had to be bad if you told the greenie to deliver that message to them.

Slowly, they each extanged a weary glance before cautiously walking over to your hunched over figure.

Newt got there first and gently put his hand on your shoulder, “N/n?”

By now, Chuck and Frypan had sensed that something was wrong and came over to stand with their friends.

You harshly shrugged the blonds hand off, not even turning to look around as you gulped down another sip of the mysterious drink.

“Hey,” Minho’s voice was surprisingly soft, “What’s wrong?”

At this, you finally turned around, a hard glare on your face, “What’s wrong?” You asked in outrage, “What’s wrong?” By then heads had turned to your group and the voice quieted, “I don’t know, why don’t you shuck-faces tell me!”

Everybody in the glades eyes widened.

You were always calm, collected, and constantly cracking jokes to help lighten the mood.

Minho turned and accusedly glared at Thomas, “What did you do?”

“Me?” Thomas asked, glaring back, “I’ve barely seen her all day!”

“Oh yes, and me being in the maze gives me a perfect opportunity to talk to her all the time!”

“Both of you, slim it!” Frypan finally snapped, making his presence known. His voice then softened along with his face, “Are you okay, n/n?”

You looked right at him and let out a laugh, it was void of all humor before shaking your head, “This is so stupid.” You put your head in your hands after dropping the now empty jar onto the grass next to you, “I’m so stupid.”

Newt quickly sits next to you on the ground, Chuck quickly following his actions and sitting on the other side, “Hey, hey, hey.” His British accent coming out thick, “You’re not stupid. If it’s enough to make you upset, then it’s not at all stupid.”

You sniffled, looking up at him.

“Newts right,” Chuck piped up, “but if you tell us what it is, we can help you.”

“Or you don’t have to tell us at all.” Fry insisted, letting you know that you only have to tell them what you’re comfortable with them knowing.

You managed to smile up at him a little, “It’s just…” you trailed off, looking around, you saw everybody wearing small smiles, but you also saw the rest of the gladers trying to listen in.

Alby noticed too, because he turned around to the group and loudly announced, “Okay, back to what you were doing and mind your own shucking businesses.”

They all quickly turned around and started doing something to keep themselves busy.

“I…” you looked down, playing with a blade of grass, “I’ve been trying to read my book all day… but things kept coming up with all of you.”

Noticing the guilty looks that quickly took over their faces, you rushed your next words, “And that’s not your fault of course… it was just my day off and I don’t know the next time that I would get to try and read it again.”

They all looked at each other and all nodded, coming to a silent agreement.

“Hey,” Thomas called to you softly, crouching in front of you, causing you to slowly lift your eyes to meet his, “How about this? Because it’s our faults, you take tomorrow off to read your book with absolutely no interruptions.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, “But what if someone needs something?”

“Then they can go to anybody else.” Minho said then rolled his eyes, “It’s about time these shanks learned to solve their own problems anyway.”

You broke out into a wide grin, “Thank you,” you looked around at each and every one of them, “All of you.”

Soon after that, you all got back to your normal greenie day festivities as if nothing happened.

And true to their word, you got the whole day off the next day and nobody once interrupted you.

Mainly due to the fact that Alby warned them all that he would personally throw them off the cliff if they tired, but Chuck thought it was from him ‘chasing them all off’, Alby just let the kid have his fun thinking that.

But above all, it was indeed a very good book.

[mxsmwndr]

Coffee Boy

(August)

Pairing: Newt x Reader Modern!AU

Summary: Every morning at 8:30 am, you go to the small coffeeshop by your house, where a cute blond works. What happens when he asks you out?

Terms: (Y/N) is Your Name, (y/o) is your order, (f/b) is favorite book

Warnings: Fluff? Short and sweet, I guess.

A/N: Heh... like I said, this is pretty short. I got kinda bored, and this was already promised. I honestly don't know where I was going with this... but I really feel like Newt would look (super) adorable in a Starbucks apron.

Disclaimer: I don't own you or Newt. Only Mikey.

"Hey, (Y/N). What can I get you? The usual?"

"Please." You said, smiling at Mikey, a kid from your chem class. "Where's Newt?"

"Oh! Uh... I don't know. He should be here by now." Mikey said, glancing around as if he just noticed his coworkers absence.

The door opened from behind you, revealing Newt. His blond hair was disheveled, but he grinned sloppily.

"Mornin'!" He said cheerily, walking over. "Sorry'm late. I can take your order, though." He said as he grabbed an apron from behind the counter. "The usual I assume?"

"Yep." Mikey said, winking at you two as he left to make the drink.

"Okay," Newt said, breaking the work into two. "That'll be $2.45."

You dug into your pockets, pulling out $3. Newt took it, punching numbers into the cash register. "Keep the change." You told him.

Newt looked up at you, "Really?" He smiled.

"Yeah. I mean... it's 25 cents."

Newt put a quarter in the tip jar, still smiling while he shrugged. "Worth it." He said, although it was mainly to himself.

You chuckled to yourself, and walked over to the usual place you sat at, with a new book in your hand. The paperback cover was worn, but you still loved it. You read, waiting for your drink.

"What'cha reading?" Newt asked you, bringing your order to the table you sat at. You looked up at him, surprised. Normally, he'd just call your name and wait for you to walk up to the counter.

"Oh, uh... it's called (f/b)." You said, flashing him a glimpse of the cover.

Newt nodded his head, "I've heard about that one. Is it good?"

You smiled, "Yeah. I this is actually my third or fourth time reading it. I really like it though. You should read it." You said with a small but sheepish chuckle.

Newt raised his eyebrows, but said nothing, even though a smirk noticeably sprouted across his lips.

You tilted your head at him, confused. "What?"

Newt shook his head, refocusing onto the ground. "Nothing." He said.

You raised and eyebrow, but shook the suspicion off and reopened your book, reading where you left off.

"So uh... I gotta go, but um.. my lunch break is soon. Would you wanna go get lunch?" He asked, still watching the ground below him.

You looked up from your book again. Surprised, again. Giggling, you asked "Did you just ask me out on a date?"

"Yeah." Newt's response was immediate, but he soon took it back. "Er, um... no. I mean--If you want it to be, then sure, but..." he nervously rubbed his arms, and your smile grew.

"Because if you did, I'd love to." You concluded.

Newt grinned, "Uh, here..." he said, taking your drink cup. He pulled out a marker from his pocket, and quickly scribbled something onto it. When he finished, he set it down, blush dusting his cheeks. Then, he strolled over to Mikey, who was watching the whole thing unfold. You looked at the two as they high-fived. Their smiles mirrored each other.

Curious, you moved your attention to the cup infront of you, and reached your hand out to it, turning it so the black writing faced you.

Gala's @ noon? Call me if that doesnt work

339 0648

-Newt (coffee boy)

You smiled to yourself, punching the number into your phone. You looked to Newt, noticing he was watching you. Quickly, he averted his eyes from yours, and pretended to grind coffee beans. Your smile grew, and you pressed his new contact (which was labeled "coffee boy"), and texted a quick hi.

Newt reached for his phone, and smiled, looking up to you.

You nodded slightly, and left.

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Royals

prince!newt x peasant!reader

This is a bit longer than I expected, and I'm trying to work on catching up. Sorry it's late. Also, happy Newt day!! Please make requests! I have a prompt list posted below. Message me to be added to a tag list.

- (Y/n) is Your Name, (Y/bff/n) is Your Best Friend's Name, (Y/g/n) is Your Guardian's Name, (Mr/s) is Mr/Mrs, (f/c) is favorite color, (f/f/t) if favorite fruit tree, (f/f) is favorite fruit -

You turned, "(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" (Y/bff/n) yelled to you. They were sprinting, nearly falling over as they rushed to your side, a small piece of paper tightly grasped in their dominant hand while they waved to you with their other.

And at the sound of your name you turned, coming face to face with the young (blonde/brunette/whatever floats their boat). Sending them a warm smile, you set down your basket of apples.

"What?" You asked as you walked over to meet them next to your tree.

It was a (f/f/t). You got it on your sixth birthday from (G/n). Ever since, it's grown quite tall, and quite strong. You and (Y/bff/n) spent most of your childhood climbing it. That, and throwing (f/f)s at a shank named Gally.

(Y/bff/n) panted for a second, before explaining that the Prince was hosting a ball. They grinned, holding a flyer for proof.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Okay... remind me why you're telling me this, again? I mean, not to be rude and everything but it's invite only."

"It's a masquerade," (Y/bff/n) prompted. When they noticed you ccouldn't follow their train of thought, they sighed, "We don't have to be invited!"

"But--"

"No "but"'s. We are going." They said. You tried to open your mouth, but they cut you off. "And don't even try to use not having the right outfit as an excuse because I already got you one."

"How?"

(Y/bff/n) smirked, "I have my ways."

You chuckled slightly at them, Of course. "Okay, but even then I still couldn't go. Sorry."

"Why not!?"

"I gotta do stuff...."

(Y/bff/n) raised an eyebrow, "Is that code for 'you're already having a secret affair with the Prince'?"

Your eyes widened, "No! Tha...that's disgusting! You're disgusting!!" You said.

(Y/bff/n) laughed loudly, "Jeez, (Y/n), you should've seen your face. I was kidding then, but now I'm not sure...." You reached over plucked an apple from your tree, and playfully threw an apple at them, which they ducked just in time. "Alright, alright." They said, putting up their hands in surrender. "I'll meet you over at out spot at sundown tonight. Just tell (Mr/s) (Y/g/n) your sleeping over with me." They said, saluting you with two fingers before they left.

You smiled to yourself, and continued picking apples for (Y/g/n)'s pie tonight.

--

You wished (Y/g/n) sweet dreams, and left your house, heading for the woods to where Y/bff/n told you to meet them.

"I'm here!" You shouted, opening the door into your small cottage.

"Oh, (Y/n)!" (Y/bff/n) said. "Try this on!" They shoved a (f/c) (dress/suit) into your arms, and pushed you into the room you made for yourself. They shut the door behind them, and left you in the dark. You lit a candle, and changed out of your old outfit, into your new one. Once you finished, you walked over to a mirror.

The outfit was beautiful. Long, silk sleeves hugged your arms, but not too tightly. The rest of it showed off your curves, and ran down to your legs. The soft fabric felt like a dream compared to your peasant clothes. You knew you couldn't accept this, but man, you wanted to.

"(Y/n)?" (Y/bff/n) called, knocking on the door.

"Yes?" You asked, your voice straining.

"How does it look?"

You twirled around in front of the mirror. "Lovely."

"It fits!?" (Y/bff/n) squealed.

You inhaled slowly, "Yes. Yes, it does."

"May I come in?"

You nodded your head, but soon realized that (Y/bff/n) couldn't see you. "Y-yeah," you said. The doorknob turned, revealing (Y/bff/n), who stood wide-eyed and has dropping to the stone floor below you.

"Shit, you look hot!" They said, causing you to giggle.

"Thank you, but I don't think I can accept this. I-it's too much. I--"

"Shut up, shuck-face. You're going, and you're wearing that. The Prince would be blind if he didn't notice you."

You blushed, "Thank you."

(Y/bff/n) waved it away, "I'm just statin' the truth. Now come on, I need your opinion on my (dress/suit)." You followed (Y/bff/n) out of your room, and into theirs. They rushed over to their cot, and held up two outfits--one a deep burgundy, and one a dark grey, with white accents. You choose the burgundy one. The grey seemed to be too much.

"Great!" Ybffn said. "I'll pick you up next week, at yours."

You sighed, knowing there was no use in protest. You agreed, and wished (Y/bff/n) sweet dreams.

--

The second you walked into the ballroom, you felt self conscious about everything. Was your hair alright? Did your outfit have any wrinkles on it that you missed? What if it actually wasn't a masquerade? (Y/bff/n) picked up on your nervous energy, and reassured you that everything was alright. "Look!" they said, pointing in front of you. "The Prince!"

You turned, and your breath hitched in your throat. His golden hair seemed to shine in the lighting, and his chocolatey eyes squinted under his mask as he smiled, greeting his guests. The black suit he wore only made him look 10x more handsome. And tall. As much as you hated to admit it, you knew you were falling for him. It was obvious he was the main topic of all the kingdoms conversation.

"Huh," (Y/bff/n) said to themselves. "He's not as hot as I expected."

You looked at them funny, "What?!" You asked.

"Everyone always talks about how hot the Prince is, and I gotta say I expected a better looking man. Whatever, though. It's whatever." They said with a shrug. "Ooh!" Their eyes lit up. "Speaking of, don't look behind you. I'm going to go get myself a drink or two." They said.

"Wait, no!" You called. "Don't leave me here." You whispered under your breath.

Someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around, Just like you practiced. You told yourself, coming face-to-face with the blond haired, brown eyed Angel himself. Newton.

"Your highness," you said in your best 'princess' voice, bowing slightly. Newton did the same.

"Princess..."

"(Y/n). O-of Arica."

"(Y/n) of Arica," Newton repeated, as if testing it out on his tounge. He smiled warmly, "How are you doing?" New asked, reaching his elbow to the side, urging you to take it. You did, and responded with an:

"I'm well. How are you?"

"I'm fine." Newton responded. "Uh, please forgive me, but I don't remember where Arica is. Could you point it out on a map?"

"Of course, " You said, internally panicking as you walked over to a mapping room with the Prince. "It's right... here." You said, pointing towards the southernmost coast of an island.

Newton looked at it closely, but nodded his head in acceptance. "I've never heard of it." He said.

"We mostly to keep to ourselves," You said. Nice, (Y/n).

Once again, Newton nodded. "I'll have to visit sometime," he said, leading you out of the mapping room and into the courtyard.

"Sure," you said, knowing this would be your only time you'd talk to the Prince. Really, it'd be the only time you'd talk to any prince.

"So..." The Prince said, kicking rocks below his feet, an annoying habit he's picked up over the years.

"How is 'the maze'?" You asked Newton, earning a small smile from him.

"I think it's well. But honestly, I don't know. I've been thinking of traveling there some time, just to see the people in there, but father doesn't approve. Sonya's done it a few times. She disguises herself as a peasant, sneaking out every once in a while. I'd love to join her, but mother and father keep a close watch on me. Bloody keep reminding me that I need to act like a king, and whatever." he said.

"So why don't you just leave one night? I've done it," Newton raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" He asked, eyes lighting up.

"Yes. I like to think that if you're going to rule a kingdom, you need to know the people in it."

"Exactly!" The Prince said. "That's my thought, too!" You looked at the prince, smiling. "Okay," he said, turning to the right, leading you outside of the courtyard. "You see that?" Your eyes followed to where Newton pointed, at the horizon of his kingdom.

"Yeah,"

"Pretty, right?"

"Beautiful." You've seen sunsets in Glade many times, but never like this; in front of a castle, holding onto a prince's arm.

Newton smiled at you, and you did the same.

"So what's it like?" You asked him.

"What's what like?"

"The pressure of almost being king. Having everyone look up to you, people rushing to your service every time you need it? Trying to find a queen?" You winked, elbowing him lightly.

Newton pressed his lips together, into a thin line. "Bloody hell. I suppose it's the same as almost becoming queen," he said. "All honestly, I like to do things for myself, and having people bow down to my every time I walk up to them is a little awkward. I can't really find the right woman to rule by my side, and that stresses me out a bit as well. Coronation is coming up quickly, and father's arguments don't help. He wants me to be with Harriet, Sonya's best friend, but I don't know. I mean, she's great and all, but I just.... "

"I get it," you lied. "My father wants me to find someone to rule besides me as well."

"Really?" Newton asked.

No. "Yeah. He wanted me to meet you, in hopes of uniting out kingdoms, or whatever."

Newton smiled, "Well, how does that make you feel?"

"I... don't know. I mean, you seem like a wonderful person and everything, but I dont want to marry someone I just met. No offense."

Newton out his hands up in surrender, "None taken. I feel the same way." 

You smiled, "Shall we go now then?"

Newton looked up at you, "Pardon me?"

"Go. Like, into the village. See the people there. I could help you--"

"Newt!" A high-pitched voice called. She sounded very formal, and you'd be lying to say it didn't crush you inside.

Newton turned, "Yes?" He asked. You turned as well, finding a girl with blonde hair in front of you two, leaning against a fountain. She reminded you of the prince. In looks, at least.

"Mother wants you to meet Arabella. She's here." The woman said. You were surprised to hear mockery in her voice when she mentioned the princess Arabella. That was not very royal of her.

Newton sighed, turning to you. "I'm very sorry, but I must go." He said. "It was wonderful talking to you. Will I see you again?"

You shook your head, "Most likely not, your majesty. I must be going."

Newton frowned, "At least let me walk you to the door, yes?"

You nodded slowly. "Yes, but I must find (Y/bff/n) first." You said.

--

"And... that was it."

"That was it?! That was it?!" (Y/bff/n) said, rather disappointed.

"Well, yeah... we went to find you. W-what did you think was going to happen?"

"A kiss?!"

You snorted, "He's the prince."

"So?"

"We're peasants...? I-I don't understand."

(Y/bff/n) rolled their eyes, "You would if you'd have stayed the night with that prince of yours." They said, winking.

"Egh. No! (Y/bff/n)!" You said, turning to face them with a disgusted expression.

"Oh!" (Y/bff/n) said, snapping their fingers milliseconds after their eyes lit up. "I know what you should do! Go to the castle and give him a tour of the city!!"

"Won't he be suspicious that I know the kingdom so well?"

(Y/bff/n) shrugged, "Just tell him you went exploring."

"What about curfew?" You asked.

"Hide." (Y/bff/n) said like it was the obvious answer.

Once again, you rolled your eyes, chuckling.

--

"Thank you," Newton said.

You turned to face him, "Hmm?"

"For getting me out of my castle. Thanks for your help." He said.

You blushed, "Oh. It's... it's good." You said, kicking the rocks below your feet. "Don't mention it."

"So... when do you leave?"

You looked at the prince, confused for a minute. "Oh!" You said, mentally kicking yourself. "E-early this morning... I think. I don't actually know." You said with a sheepish smile.

Newton chuckled, "Really?

"Y-yeah."

"Okay... well we should make our time together count then.

You smiled, quickly nodding your head. "Alright, your highness. Let's go!"

Newton giggled, chasing after you.

"Bloody hell, (Y/n). You sure seem to know your way around." He panted next to you.

"Uh... yeah. I-um... I explored for a bit before I came to get you." You said.

"Smart." Newton mumbled. You stopped suddenly, holding out your arm to stop the prince as well.

"What? What is it--"

You quickly shushed him, holding a finger to your lips. You pushed him back against a wall, waiting for footsteps to pass. You panted slightly, feeling your heart beat in your neck, and Newton's hot breath against your head.

He smelt good, like maple and autumn. But also spring.

He smiled, looking down at you. You turned around, and tried to hide your blush from him.

"What's wrong, luv?"

"Nothing." You said sharply. "I... uh, let's go. We don't have much time until sunrise."

Newton shrugged, but followed you, towards a small lake.

You started taking off your skirt, but were stopped by the prince.

"Wait! What are you--"

"Relax, I'm wearing my brother's shorts underneath." You said with a chuckle.

Newton blushed deeply, but nodded his head as he watched you unbutton your shirt. You smiled at him, and turned to face the water.

"You coming, your highness?" You asked with a smirk.

Newton sputtered out a 'Yes', stripping down to his boxers before he chased after you.

You screamed, but was soon shoved under water by a familiar set of arms.

Newton.

He laughed, and pulled you up. Followed by you glaring at him, shoving him back.

"Hey!" He chuckled, stumbling back a bit. His pale arms were held up in surrender.

You crossed your arms over your chest and stuck out your bottom lip in a pout.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Newton asked, trying to pull you towards him. You shrugged his touch away. "(Y/n)? C'mon, luv, what's--"

"Aha!" You shouted, jumping onto the prince, and knocking him into the water.

His protests were silence by the water.

"Who's there?!" A voice asked in the distance. Suddenly, a light followed.

You gasped, and pulled Newton under water with you. You felt his eyes on you, but you kept yours on the light until it dissapeared--as well as you could when under water.

When the light left, you shot up, panting. You turned to Newton, who was grinning.

"That was close!" He said.

"Yeah," you nodded your head. "Let's get out of here."

--

Newton grinned, "This was awesome." He said. You turned your head to watch him, admiring the contagious grin that covered his face, and the way his eyes glowed in the light of the sunrise.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Newton said. "...thank you."

"Of course, your majesty." You said, turning to watch the sunrise.

"You know... you don't have to call me that. Right?"

"What?" You asked, turning to face Newton.

"I mean... call me by my first name. Or Newt."

You looked back to the horizon. "Okay, Newt." You said with a grin.

Newt sighed, "So this is it, huh?"

"Mmh?" You faced the prince again.

"You know, the last time we meet."

"Oh... yeah." You said sadly.

"But it doesn't have to be." Newton said, reaching out to grasp your hand. "I mean, it's obvious the feeling's mutual, so why don't I court you? I know it's rushed, and I'm sorry, but--"

"Newton," you cut him off. "I'd love that... but I can't." You said. Newt's face fell, and it broke your heart.

"Why not?" He mumbled.

"I... I'm sorry. We have to go." You said.

"But I--" You gave Newt a look, "Okay." He finally said, standing up.

You reluctantly followed. I'm sorry. I love you.

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Royals

(2/2)

July

Pairing: Prince!Newt x Peasant!Reader

Summary: Rumor has it, the prince is throwing a ball. Fortunately, it's a masquerade. Unfortunately, it's royalty only. One day, (Y/n)'s best friend comes over to their house, claiming to have ways to get into the ball. Will they join? Will they get caught?

Terms: (Y/n) is Your Name, (Y/bff/n) is Your Best Friend's Name, (f/f) is favorite fruit, (L/n) is (Your) Last Name

Warnings: None? Kinda angsty at the end... vague mentions of death and betrayal??

A/N: Part one can be found here!! Please request! Message me to be added to a tag list. (The first part is way better, in my opinion.) Just wanna apologize ahead of time, I always kind of figured this wouldn't have a happy ending.

Disclaimer: I don't own you or any characters used (unless their OC).

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"But it doesn't have to be. I mean, it's obvious the feeling's mutual, so why don't I court you? I know it's rushed, and I'm sorry, but--" Newton's words echoed through your head.

What did he mean 'it's obvious the feeling's mutual'?

"Y/n, are you alright?" (Y/bff/n) asked you, their concern written across their face.

"Hmm?" You asked, snapping your head up to them. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine." You said, continuing to watch the ground below you.

(Y/bff/n) stopped walking. Confused, you did as well.

"No, you're not. What is the matter?" They asked.

Everything. "Nothing." You grumbled, walking again as you kicked the gravel below your feet. It wasn't your fault you picked up that habit. It was that stupidly handsome prince.

(Y/bff/n) ran up to you, "This doesn't seem like 'nothing'. What happened?"

You only glanced at them in response, and turned your attention back to the ground below you. Slowly, you attempted to walk away.

But (Y/bff/n) knew you. They knew you better than you knew yourself, which meant they knew something was definitely up. They reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, turning you towards them. "Just... stop. Okay? I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything. You know this!"

You stayed silent.

"Please, (Y/n). I want to help you."

"I-I'm in love with Newton." You blurted out. You vacantly stared at (Y/bff/n), who stumbled backwards in shock.

They froze. It took exactly three tries for them to form the words. "Pardon?"

Your eyes broke away from (Y/bff/n)'s, and you started to move your arms desperately while you rambled. "I-I... I never meant for it to happen, but it...it just did and now I don't know what to do because...

"Well.. because he asked to court me." You finished.

"He what?!" (Y/bff/n) exclaimed, their eyes almost circular. Yep.

"I-I know. And I made up this whole story about you and me, but..." You looked up to (Y/bff/n), "It wasn't supposed to go this far."

"Yeah, you're right!" (Y/bff/n) said, their voice an octive or so higher.

"What am I supposed to do?!"

"I don't know!"

"You have to know!"

"Why?"

"This was your idea in the first place!" You exclaimed. It didn't take you long to realize how you were losing your cool, so you closed your eyes and inhaled slowly. "Look, can you just... I'm so lost right now." You said as you shook your head. "I-I gotta go. Cya 'round."

"Wait!" (Y/bff/n) said.

You turned around.

"You said you love him, yes?"

"Yeah...."

"And he loves you?"

"Well... I think so."

"Then tell him."

Your eyebrows furrowed automatically, "Tell him...?"

"Tell him." (Y/bff/n) repeated.

"I know that, but what am I supposed to tell him?"

"The truth."

‐-

You laid on your back, staring at the ceiling.

How? You asked yourself. How am I even supposed to start? Just say, "Oh, hey your majesty. How have you been? Good? Well that's great because I'm about to tell you that everything you think about me is a lie. Still wanna court me?"

Every bad scenario flashed through your mind after that. How would Newton react? You doubted it'd be good. For you, at least.

Maybe you should just lay low for a while, and stick to picking (f/f). After all, it's only infatuation. It'll pass soon. Right?

But it didn't. For you nor the prince.

--

"Newton!" The king's voice boomed.

Newt flinched internally. "Yes, father?" He asked, already knowing what was next to come.

"Have you married yet?"

"Well, uh...."

The king raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry?"

"Um... sort of?"

Now the king raised both eyebrows.

"Heh," Newt rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, and kicked the ground below him. "They kinda... ran off."

"They what?!" The king shouted. He was furious, that much was obvious. But it wasn't so at his son, but you. He hated the idea of someone leaving his pride and joy behind with no reason or explanation whatsoever, especially with all of the pressure Newt was under these days.

"Yeah... I don't really know where they went... heh. But I did everything you told me! And they just..." Newt sighed and shook his head. "Their gone."

The king was about to raise his voice once again, but his wife cut him off. "Relax, darling." She said with a deep accent as she held onto her husband's arm. She then turned to face her son, "We'll find them. I'm sure there's still a guess list laying around here somewhere. You remember their name, don't you?"

Newton nodded slowly, "(Y/n)."

The queen smiled at him, "Brilliant. Follow me, my loves." She said.

--

"I'm sorry, your majesties, but there is no record of anyone named (Y/n). Perhaps they have a friend?" The main butler, Marshall said.

"Try (Y/bff/n)," Newton said.

Once again, Marshall scanned the lost in front of him with a frown. He reluctantly looked to the royals, "Nothing."

The king's anger boiled, but the queen calmed him down. "Newt, do you know where they are from?"

"Yes. Arica."

The queen's expression dropped. She looked worriedly at her husband, who mirrored her look with confusion. The queen turned to Marshall, "May we speak alone, please?" She asked, nodding her head down the hall.

Marshall looked up, "Oh, yes, your majesty." He said, hardly glancing at Newt. He sped after the royals, leaving their oldest child behind.

Time seemed to never have ticked so slow for the prince. That was, until a familiar voice called out to him.

"Hey, stranger!" Sonya said with a wave.

Newt's returned smile was hardly noticable. He mumbled a greeting, which Sonya did not catch.

"What's go you all sorrowful?" She asked.

"Nothing."

Sonya snorted, slightly running her shoulder into that of her older brother's.

"Doesn't seem like it. C'mon, you gotta tell me. I'm your sister!"

Newt rolled his eyes, "Fine. You know that person I was talking about?" He asked his sister. Sometimes, he hated how stubborn she could be.

"Yeah... (Y/n), right?"

"Mh-hum." Newt said as he nodded. "We were trying to find them, but when I explained where they were from mum tensed up and left."

"Where is she now?"

"In the kitchens, along with Marshall and father."

"Okay... why didn't you follow them?"

"Mum said they needed to talk alone. It was weird, Sonya. Mum never acts like that. All I had to do was say Arica."

Sonya looked at her older brother. "What did you just say?!"

Newt furrowed his eyebrows, "Arica?"

Sonya sighed, "Oh my god! Is that where (Y/n)'s from?!"

"Umm... yeah? Why is such a big deal? I do not see the problem here."

"Well that much is obvious! The problem is that Arica isn't real, Newton!" Sonya shouted.

"What?"

"It's a fictional kingdom that has horseless carriages, and buildings that reach the sky!"

"Bloody hell! Since when?!"

"Since forever, shuckface!"

Newt shook his head, "No. I refuse to believe you." He said.

"Oh, really? Why is that? Denial never helps, Newton." Sonya said, placing her hands on her hips. "I'll prove it to you if you want, but I'm telling you, (Y/n) lied to you."

"But how? I asked to court them--"

"And they ran off suspiciously, correct? Tell me, brother. Do they truly love you?"

Newt froze in place. His feet felt as if they were stuck in mud. His heart felt as if it had plummeted down his ribcage. His lungs seemed to stop working for a second.

Sonya shifted her weigh to her other foot and crossed her arms over her chest. "Well... I'm waiting." She said obnoxiously.

"I...I don't know." Newton finally choked out. "I..." he stopped speaking, not trusting himself to go further without crying. The prince tried to swallow the lump down his throat, but was immeaditely met with failure.

How was he supposed to protect his people if he can't even protect himself?

Newton needed a break. He needed an escape.

But his only escape was you.

Sonya smiled sadly, "I'm sorry." She whispered.

Newton only responded with a nod of his head. He gulped, "I am too."

--

You studied yourself in the mirror. "Okay," you said, rocking back and forth from the balls of your feet to your heels. "Today's the day."

Your plan was to talk to Newton today. You decided to take him out into the town once again, and show him everything you liked about it. Then, once it was about time to leave, you'd confess everything. What would happen next was up to Newt.

"You got this, (Y/n)." You told yourself. "Easy peasy...." you stopped when a knock sounded on your door.

Must be (Y/bff/n), you told yourself as you strode over to open it.

It wasn't.

Instead, you were greeted by three knights.

"Are you (Y/n) (L/n)?" One of them asked.

"Uh... yeah?"

"You're under arrest for criminal impersonation and seduction of his majesty, the prince." He said. The two knights behind him stepped closer to you, grabbing your arms.

"What? I--"

"Shut up." The one to your right said.

"But--" You stopped yourself, as your cheek burned.

He slapped you.

"I said, shut up!" The knight snapped, harshly dragging you behind the first knight.

Fine, then. You thought.

--

Not long after you were thrown in a cell, Newton came to visit you.

"Newt!" You said, jumping up. You ran over to be as close as possible to him. "You have no clue how happy I am to see you!"

Newton said nothing, his hollow gaze staring at the ground below him.

For once, he didn't kick at the gravel.

"Newt?"

"Why'd you do it?" He asked you sharply, his head snapping up to stare at you. Although you heard no anger in his voice, his ears tinted red.

"What?"

"Why'd you do it? Were you trying to overthrow my father? Or me? Was that it? You planned to bloody kill me?!"

"No! I-It'd never! I--"

"Don't bother." Newt mumbled. "I don't want to hear it." Just as he started to walk away, you reached out your arm. Surprised, the prince stopped walking, and turned to look at you.

You sighed, knowing full well it was probably the last chance you'd get to confess. "Look, I didn't originally want to do it, okay? My best friend convinced me. They found me a (suit/dress), got me shoes, and everything. After that... I couldn't turn them down so I decided to go. I never meant to actually meet you, let alone fall in love with you." You said with a ghost of a smile written on your face, thinking about how cute he was. "But I did, and now here I am. Newt, you gotta believe me when I say that I love you."

Newt laughed bitterly, "Well that sucks then, doesn't it?" He said, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion. "Oh, come on, (Y/n). You don't think I'm that stupid, do you?!" His accent became thicker. Yep, he wasn't happy about this.

"I-no! What--"

"Bloody hell, just spit it out!" He shouted.

"I don't understand!"

"Doesn't that make two of us?" He asked. Shaking his head, Newt mumbled to himself. "I can't believe you." He said. It was much quieter than before.

"Newt, I'm so, so, sorry. Please! Let me--"

"No." Newt said. "I gotta... I'm leaving. Goodbye (Y/n). I hope you figure everything out soon."

"No." You whispered to yourself. You knew what happened next. "No! Newt! Come back!!" You pleaded, gripping onto the bars in front of you. "Please!" You cried out.

Knights rushed down to get you, harshly gripping your arms as they yanked you out of your cell. A bag was thrown over your head, and darkness flooded your vision.

--

Newton stared ahead vacantly, feeling the hollowness inside him deepen.

"I'm sorry, my son." The king said. Newton stayed silent, listening to your desperate cries for help echo throughout the castle walls.

"Father?" Newton asked, turning to face his dad.

"Yes?"

"Do you think they really loved me?"

The king's heart sunk below his ribcage. "I... I don't know."

Newton hummed a response, tearing his gaze away. "Can I miss the execution?"

"Of course."

--

"Any last words?" The executioner asked you.

"Tell the prince I loved him." You said, squeezing your eyes shut as you prepared for your death.

I'm sorry, I love you.

Tags:

@madithemagicalfangirl @thoseawkwardturtles @frenchzodiacgirl @wiselight

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A Sky Full Of Stars

(March)

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Summary: The Gladers are having a fire to celebrate the coming of a new greenie, but you have other plans.

Terms: Y/n is your name

Warnings: None

A/N: I don't remember if there were stars in the Glade, but I'm making it happen. Sorry.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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It was evening in the Glade. The doors were shut, Gladers fed, and a bonfire roared to life. In the distance, you heard Gladers cheer. Probably for more or Gally's fights.

Leaves rustled behind you, pulling you out of your semi-trance. You turned, your eyes scanning whoever was there.

Newt.

He held a blanket, and smiled at you warmly. "Why aren't you with the others?" He asked.

You shrugged, turning back around. "It's nice out here." You said. More leaves rustled, and soon Newt was sitting next to you.

"So... what'cha doing out here, luv?" He asked, setting the blanket between the two of you.

Once again, you shrugged.

Newt chuckled to himself, shaking his head. You barely noticed.

Suddenly, you gasped. "Look," you said, elbowing Newt. "Look!" You repeated, picking your arm off the ground and bringing it up to Newt. You tapped him across the face a few times--on accident, of course.

He moved his face away, "What?" He asked, pushing your hand away.

"Stars!" You said, pointing at the balls of hydrogen in the air.

He laughed, but you hardly noticed. Right now, the stars had your attention, and they wouldn't let it go.

It was as if time itself had stopped. Like one of those 1:00am moments, where all you see is darkness, all you smell is fresh air, and all you know is peacefulness of the quiet... or at least as quiet as the Glade can get.

Newt must have noticed, but he never said anything. He understood what the Glade could do. He knew you needed this moment to yourself. You felt his eyes scanning you, so you turned.

"What?" You asked, smiling.

Newt returned the look, "Nothing," he said, moving his gaze to the sky above. "Nothing at all."

"Okay...." you said, once again focusing on the stars. But you weren't convinced. A few minutes later, you spoke once again. "What do you think stars are?" You asked, still watching the sky.

Newt turned to face you, "What?

You faced him as well, "I mean, I know they're all balls of gas and everything," you said, turning back to the sky. "But there's gotta be something more than that. Don't you think?"

Newt shuffled around, "Yeah," Newt sighed. "Maybe they're all the people who have died...?"

You opened your mouth for a second, and quickly closed it, thinking about how to respond. "Yeah, maybe." You said. "But what if we're the only people left?"

"Well, then I guess we'll just have to figure it out as we go. If you think about it luv, somebody has got to have put is in here--"

"Or something," You whispered.

Newt chuckled slightly, "Yes, but as I was saying, we can't be the only people left. And if we are, then I guess we'll just do what we want 'til we can't."

"And then what?" You asked aloud.

"Then we join our families," Newt said. "In the sky, as stars."

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Little Girl

(June)

Pairing: Newt x Fem!Reader

Summary: First encounter with Newt? Dunno how to say it really...

Terms: (Y/n) is Your Name

Warnings: None?

A/n: Inspired by the song by Green Day.

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You gasped for air, hardly finding enough to fill your lungs. Of course, it didn't help that you were fighting back tears, but that wasn't important. Where am I? You asked yourself. Who am I?

You couldn't remember a thing. Every time you tried, a pain shot in your heart, as well as your head.

The metallic smell of blood started to surround you. You checked your surroundings, feeling along your skin for any liquid. It was too hard to see anything--the only light being above you--but you did feel it. As well as taste it.

Your soul felt heavy, too--or at least you thought it was your soul. Whatever it was, it weighed too much for its small size.

You felt empty inside. Loss of emotions. How it was even slightly possible, you did not know. Suddenly the gates floor below you pushed up, and the lights blurred past. You jumped in place, flinching every time the light shined past you. You shook, trying to grasp your memory. Any memory. But soon, your mind felt as vacant as your soul did, and your heart followed their leads. Now, only one word dared to float through your mind. Abandon. Why would your parents leave you? Did they not love you?

Love. Another invisible spear pierced through your heart, and water followed through, sinking the boat of what once could have been considered love.

You looked above you, and only then noticed that the sky was falling down. Your eyes widened, and you tried to take cover. You tucked into a ball, your arms wrapped around your head, and your legs tucked below you.

Brightness surrounded you now, but you still didn't dare to look up at the sound of a deep voice above you. "Bloody hell," it said with a British accent. "It's a girl."

At that you looked up, squinting at the new change of brightness. "Where am I?" You asked, surprised to hear your voice for the first time.

"The maze," Someone shouted from behind the big in front of you. The boy in front of you reached out his hand to you, which you just stated at.

"Okay...." he whispered to himself, pulling back his hand once he realised you wouldn't take it.

"She's bleeding!" Someone from the crowd called. A different voice this time.

"C'mon, let's get you to the medjacks." The boy in front of you said, stepping out of the metal cage you sat in.

You hesitantly stood up, and followed him, trying to ignore the boy's hollers and whoops around you. As you walked, the blisters burned below your shoes, causing you to hobble slightly.

"My name's Newt," The boy in front of you said. "Do you remember yours?"

Why shouldn't I? It's (Y/n). You shook your head.

"'S okay. It should turn up within a few days." He said.

Wait. Something inside you said. Why are you following him? What the hell is a medjack? You panicked, and took off suddenly, not knowing where. Everything around you was a blur, even the shouts and screams of protest from the boys behind you. You sprinted hard, into a cave it seemed. You took a left, then a right, then two more lefts. You. stopped, and circled around yourself a few times.

"It's... it's a maze." You said.

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April Showers Bring May Flowers

(April)

Pairing: Platonic!Gladers x Reader, Newt x Reader

Summary: It's a rainy day outside, and Newt takes you dancing.

Warnings: Fluff?

Terms: Y/n is Your Name, F/c is Favorite Color

A/N: Requests are open!! It's kinda short... too. And I'm listening to Journey. This was so cute when I imagined it, but now it's trash. Oh well. Here you go.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

You woke up to a song playing about being eighteen and in love. It didn't take you long to realize it was your phone--Newt was calling. Groggily, you picked it up. "Hello?" You asked. Your morning voice really showed.

"Hullo, luv," Newt said. "Did I wake you?"

"No, no," you lied. "I was already up." You yawned.

You heard Newt chuckle from the other end of the phone, "Well alright then. Can you uh... come outside?"

You glanced out your window, watching raindrops fall. "It's raining," you said, making a face.

"I-I know, but I'm standing out here."

You looked down to where Newt stood, soaked already, waving up to you.

"You're such a shank," you laughed, waving back.

You saw Newt smile. "I know," he said again. "But I want you come down here. It's kinda lonely in the rain...."

"Okay...?" You said, rushing towards your closet to change clothes. "Love ya!" You said, and hung up the phone.

"Bye luv," Newt responded.

--

It was the fastest you've ever gotten ready. You sprinted down the stairs, and out the door to where Newt stood, drenched in rain.

"Hello, Newton," You said, greeting your boyfriend with a kiss on his cheek.

"Hey luv," he said. "Wanna dance?" He asked.

You raised an eyebrow, "In the rain?"

Newt smiled, "Yup. Just you and me. No music, no counting." He said.

You shook your head, taking your rain jacket off. "Yeah, sounds sweet." You said, taking Newt's hand that he reached out to you.

Newt smiled at you warmly, while he wrapped his hands around your waste. You brought yours up to his neck, which was dropping with rain. You leaned your head against his wet chest, and he rested his chin on your head. The two of you stayed like that for a minute or so, just swaying back and forth, until Newt interrupted the silence.

"You know when we get sick, I'll still take care of you." Newt said, his jaw moving against the top of your head.

You lifted your head, looking into his golden eyes. "What do you mean?"

"From the rain," Newt said.

You giggled, "That's just a myth, babe." You said.

Newt furrowed his eyebrows, "What?"

"You don't actually get sick from standing in the rain." You said.

"Oh."

Once again, you giggled, but this time you pulled Newt closer towards you. "You're so cute," you mumbled into his chest, now leading the dancing.

"Do you have a prom dress?" Newt asked you.

"No," you said. "But I was thinking of getting a (f/c) one. Why do you ask?"

"'Cause my tie needs to match." Newt said. "So when you for sure know, call me." Newt has never been a fan of texting--he complained about how hard it was. Really, he barely used his phone. Sure, he'd check his social media almost every day, but after that he ditched the phone for the day. He claimed them to be more of a hassle than anything. He liked to read books, play video games on the Xbox, write on paper, and talk in person, not use a phone for those things. Hell, you've even caught him reading a newspaper once in a while.

"We should run away together, after prom." Newt whispered.

"Where? We don't really have any places to go in Scorch, you know that."

"Yeah," Newt said sadly. You sensed this, and quickly recovered.

"But when you find a place, let me know and I'll go."

You felt Newt smile, "Really?" He sounded like a kid in a candy store.

"Really." you said, sighing contely.

"Ya know," Newt said. "We could get married, too. Once we graduate, I mean."

You raised an eyebrow, "Yes, we could. But if we ran away we'd never graduate."

"It'd only be for the weekend." Newt said. "We'd come back in time to finish our junior year. Then, senior year. And after, we'll get married and start a family. We'll find a small house, or I'll us build one, I suppose. But once we settle, we'd decorate the nursery, and hang your paintings around the house. Then, our children's. And every year, we'll mark their heights on the wall, and we'll grow old together while we watch our kids--"

"Kids?" Newt blushed, "Yeah. U-unless you only wanted one...."

"No, no. Kids are fine."

Newt relaxed, both visibly and not. Then, he proceeded with his fantasy. "Our kids grow up, and find their own loves, start their own families. And then we'll have little grandchildren running around the house, and we'll chase them 'round and teach 'em how to bake cookies. But when they're not with us, we'll swing on our porch, while watching the sun set with hot chocolate cupped in our hands while we grasp onto each other. And once the sun finally sets, we'll waltz together, to our song." Newt concluded.

You smiled at the idea, "That sounds lovely. But what is our song?"

Newt paused for a moment to think. "Faithfully," he eventually said.

"Journey?"

"Yes,"

"I love that."

"I love you." You smiled, awaiting the future, while thinking about how cheesy Newt can be.

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i just read through all your tmr writing. it was so so good cant wait for more!! xx

awww. you're truly the sweetest. thank you so much!!

if you want an update: i am currently working on a newt fic based off of they don't know about us, as well as trying to catch up on last years' 'monthly' tmr x readers. there is going to be a small wait on fics, though (if that's cool), since it's finals week.

but thanks for the love, too. it's very appreciated.

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New Year, New Tradition

(January)

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Summary: It's NYE, and you have an idea for a new tradition in the glade, but need some help from the leader of the leader of the glade... and maybe his second in command.

Word Count: X

Terms: Y/n is Your Name // e/c is eye color

Warnings: None?

A/N: I don't own Newt or any other characters from The Maze Runner. As well as my announcement: I know it's a little late, but in my attempt to save the TMR Fandom, I'm going to write a monthly Newt x Reader (unless I get a request for someone else). At the moment, my writing's rusty, but I promise it'll get better. I just haven't written fanfics in a while. Thank you for reading!

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"Hey," Jeff said, walking up to you and setting a grey tray of pill-bottles next to you. "Clint wants you to organize these," he said.

"Hey! Isn't today supposed to be New Years Eve?" You asked, moving your attention to organizing the pill-bottles.

Jeff shrugged.

"Yeah!" You heard Clint call from the other room in the Med-jack hut.

Your eyes lit up, but Jeff ignored it, moving over to rewrap the bandages.

"So... are we going to celebrate?" You eventually asked, tired of the other Med-jack's awkward silence.

Once again, Jeff shrugged. "Why don't you ask your boyfriend?" He asked, smirking at you for a second.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What boyfriend?"

You heard Clint scoff from the other room, and watched Jeff roll his eyes. "Newt," he prompted, turning so his back was now on the counter.

You laughed nervously, "What do you mean? H..he's not my boyfriend!" You said.

Clint peaked his head into the room you stood in, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, you wish." he said.

You smiled, playfully throwing an empty pill-bottle at him. He caught it, winking at you before disappearing. You smiled and shook your head, getting back to work. You reached for another bottle, only to be stopped by Jeff.

"I got it, you go talk to your "boyfriend"." he said.

You smiled at him, "Thank you, but he's not my boyfriend." You said, running off to find Newt.

....

You found Newt talking to Zart, who was pointing something out in the garden. Newt nodded seriously, his eyes meeting yours for a second, then flashing back to Zart's. He gestured to you, and Zart nodded, sparing you a glance before returning his attention back to his plants. Newt stepped away, limping over to you. He smiled, "Good morning, luv," he said.

You smiled back, "Hi. So you know that today is New Years Eve, right?"

Newt nodded along, not following.

"I was wondering if we did anything to celebrate it at all... like a fire, or a...."

Newt smiled sweetly, looking behind you for a second. "There is no tradition that I know of," he said.

Your smile shrank a bit, but you quickly covered it up.

Newt must have noticed, "But... I'll have to talk to Alby," he said.

"Talk to me about what?" Alby's voice asked from behind you.

"Oh!" You said, whirling around to face the leader of The Glade. "I was wondering about a NYE tradition.... Y'know, to celebrate the new year and everything!" You said, feeling hope take over your mind and soul.

Alby chuckled lightly, "I'll see what I can do about that," he said. "But I think that you should go back to the Med-jack hut. They might need you," he said.

"Oh, yeah!" You said, completely forgetting about the job you had.

You heard Newt laugh from your other side, and you skipped away, immeaditely shouting the good news to Jeff and Clint.

....

The fire that night was bigger than you've ever seen.

"Holy shuck," you heard the greenie next to you say. You turned to him, watching the fire light up his face.

"You ready?" You asked him.

He looked at you, "As much as I'll ever be," he said, turning back to face the fire.

You took a sip of Gally's mystery drink, "Me too," you said, jogging over to meet with Minho and Newt. "What's up, you guys?!" You slurred.

Minho whistled, causing you to blush. Newt looked up at you from his spot on the ground, and smiled.

"Nice idea, Y/n!" He called over the shouts of drunken Gladers around him.

Minho looked from you to Newt, and back again.

"This was your idea?" He asked.

You nodded quickly, "Yeah!"

He jumped up, checking his watch. "Well, we got thirty more minutes to kill. How should we celebrate?" He asked, looking at the Gladers around him.

"Watching Gally's fight ring!" A glader shouted from behind Winston. The rest of the boys murmured an agreement, leaving you and Newt alone.

Sixteen.

Time seemed to stan still then, until boys started to countdown from twenty.

Nineteen.

Newt looked around himself, watching the boys cheer, and shout.

Eighteen.

Your eyes met once again, and you watched Newt's eyes flicker in the light of the fire. Noticing how its shadows framed his face.

Seventeen.

He looked at you, "What?" He asked, a goofy grin spreading across his mouth.

"Nothing," you said.

Fifteen.

Newt's golden eyes met your (e/c) ones. "How has the year been?" He asked suddenly.

Fourteen.

"Great!" You shouted over the noise, spilling a bit your cup of Gally's special drink on the grass below you.

Thirteen.

"Can you believe it's been this long?!" Newt asked.

Twelve.

"No! You?"

Eleven.

Newt shook his head exitedly.

Ten.

"I've never been to a party like this!" Newt admitted.

Nine.

You nodded along, "Me neither,"

Eight.

"Are you excited for the new year?" Newt asked.

You nodded, "You?"

Seven.

"Yeah!"

Six.

Five.

Newt's face turned serious. His eyes searched yours, the joy they once held full of lust and longing.

Four.

You slowly leaned into him, and he did the same.

Three.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your long eyelashes blanketing them.

Two.

Newt's breath met yours, mingling.

One.

His lips fell onto yours, feeling soft and smooth. Your hands moved to hold his head closer, pulling him into your grasp, running your hands through his long, dirty hair. His arms wrapped around your body, puking you closer.

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Requests!

Hey everyone!!

I just wanted to let you know that I will be taking requests for my monthly TMR x Readers. Just say a character, and a plot if you want.

I should catch up soon. I'm almost finished with my April one.

Thanks everyone!!

-Z

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royals, guys. do you want your fucking part 3 or not?

Royals

(2/2)

July

Pairing: Prince!Newt x Peasant!Reader

Summary: Rumor has it, the prince is throwing a ball. Fortunately, it’s a masquerade. Unfortunately, it’s royalty only. One day, (Y/n)’s best friend comes over to their house, claiming to have ways to get into the ball. Will they join? Will they get caught?

Terms: (Y/n) is Your Name, (Y/bff/n) is Your Best Friend’s Name, (f/f) is favorite fruit, (L/n) is (Your) Last Name

Warnings: None? Kinda angsty at the end… vague mentions of death and betrayal??

A/N: Part one can be found here!! Please request! Message me to be added to a tag list. (The first part is way better, in my opinion.) Just wanna apologize ahead of time, I always kind of figured this wouldn’t have a happy ending.

Disclaimer: I don’t own you or any characters used (unless their OC).

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“But it doesn’t have to be. I mean, it’s obvious the feeling’s mutual, so why don’t I court you? I know it’s rushed, and I’m sorry, but–” Newton’s words echoed through your head.

What did he mean ‘it’s obvious the feeling’s mutual’?

“Y/n, are you alright?” (Y/bff/n) asked you, their concern written across their face.

“Hmm?” You asked, snapping your head up to them. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” You said, continuing to watch the ground below you.

(Y/bff/n) stopped walking. Confused, you did as well.

“No, you’re not. What is the matter?” They asked.

Everything. “Nothing.” You grumbled, walking again as you kicked the gravel below your feet. It wasn’t your fault you picked up that habit. It was that stupidly handsome prince.

(Y/bff/n) ran up to you, “This doesn’t seem like 'nothing’. What happened?”

You only glanced at them in response, and turned your attention back to the ground below you. Slowly, you attempted to walk away.

But (Y/bff/n) knew you. They knew you better than you knew yourself, which meant they knew something was definitely up. They reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, turning you towards them. “Just… stop. Okay? I’m your best friend, you can tell me anything. You know this!”

You stayed silent.

“Please, (Y/n). I want to help you.”

“I-I’m in love with Newton.” You blurted out. You vacantly stared at (Y/bff/n), who stumbled backwards in shock.

They froze. It took exactly three tries for them to form the words. “Pardon?”

Your eyes broke away from (Y/bff/n)’s, and you started to move your arms desperately while you rambled. “I-I… I never meant for it to happen, but it…it just did and now I don’t know what to do because…

"Well.. because he asked to court me.” You finished.

“He what?!” (Y/bff/n) exclaimed, their eyes almost circular. Yep.

“I-I know. And I made up this whole story about you and me, but…” You looked up to (Y/bff/n), “It wasn’t supposed to go this far.”

“Yeah, you’re right!” (Y/bff/n) said, their voice an octive or so higher.

“What am I supposed to do?!”

“I don’t know!”

“You have to know!”

“Why?”

“This was your idea in the first place!” You exclaimed. It didn’t take you long to realize how you were losing your cool, so you closed your eyes and inhaled slowly. “Look, can you just… I’m so lost right now.” You said as you shook your head. “I-I gotta go. Cya 'round.”

“Wait!” (Y/bff/n) said.

You turned around.

“You said you love him, yes?”

“Yeah….”

“And he loves you?”

“Well… I think so.”

“Then tell him.”

Your eyebrows furrowed automatically, “Tell him…?”

“Tell him.” (Y/bff/n) repeated.

“I know that, but what am I supposed to tell him?”

“The truth.”

‐-

You laid on your back, staring at the ceiling.

How? You asked yourself. How am I even supposed to start? Just say, “Oh, hey your majesty. How have you been? Good? Well that’s great because I’m about to tell you that everything you think about me is a lie. Still wanna court me?”

Every bad scenario flashed through your mind after that. How would Newton react? You doubted it’d be good. For you, at least.

Maybe you should just lay low for a while, and stick to picking (f/f). After all, it’s only infatuation. It’ll pass soon. Right?

But it didn’t. For you nor the prince.

–

“Newton!” The king’s voice boomed.

Newt flinched internally. “Yes, father?” He asked, already knowing what was next to come.

“Have you married yet?”

“Well, uh….”

The king raised an eyebrow, “I’m sorry?”

“Um… sort of?”

Now the king raised both eyebrows.

“Heh,” Newt rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, and kicked the ground below him. “They kinda… ran off.”

“They what?!” The king shouted. He was furious, that much was obvious. But it wasn’t so at his son, but you. He hated the idea of someone leaving his pride and joy behind with no reason or explanation whatsoever, especially with all of the pressure Newt was under these days.

“Yeah… I don’t really know where they went… heh. But I did everything you told me! And they just…” Newt sighed and shook his head. “Their gone.”

The king was about to raise his voice once again, but his wife cut him off. “Relax, darling.” She said with a deep accent as she held onto her husband’s arm. She then turned to face her son, “We’ll find them. I’m sure there’s still a guess list laying around here somewhere. You remember their name, don’t you?”

Newton nodded slowly, “(Y/n).”

The queen smiled at him, “Brilliant. Follow me, my loves.” She said.

–

“I’m sorry, your majesties, but there is no record of anyone named (Y/n). Perhaps they have a friend?” The main butler, Marshall said.

“Try (Y/bff/n),” Newton said.

Once again, Marshall scanned the lost in front of him with a frown. He reluctantly looked to the royals, “Nothing.”

The king’s anger boiled, but the queen calmed him down. “Newt, do you know where they are from?”

“Yes. Arica.”

The queen’s expression dropped. She looked worriedly at her husband, who mirrored her look with confusion. The queen turned to Marshall, “May we speak alone, please?” She asked, nodding her head down the hall.

Marshall looked up, “Oh, yes, your majesty.” He said, hardly glancing at Newt. He sped after the royals, leaving their oldest child behind.

Time seemed to never have ticked so slow for the prince. That was, until a familiar voice called out to him.

“Hey, stranger!” Sonya said with a wave.

Newt’s returned smile was hardly noticable. He mumbled a greeting, which Sonya did not catch.

“What’s go you all sorrowful?” She asked.

“Nothing.”

Sonya snorted, slightly running her shoulder into that of her older brother’s.

“Doesn’t seem like it. C'mon, you gotta tell me. I’m your sister!”

Newt rolled his eyes, “Fine. You know that person I was talking about?” He asked his sister. Sometimes, he hated how stubborn she could be.

“Yeah… (Y/n), right?”

“Mh-hum.” Newt said as he nodded. “We were trying to find them, but when I explained where they were from mum tensed up and left.”

“Where is she now?”

“In the kitchens, along with Marshall and father.”

“Okay… why didn’t you follow them?”

“Mum said they needed to talk alone. It was weird, Sonya. Mum never acts like that. All I had to do was say Arica.”

Sonya looked at her older brother. “What did you just say?!”

Newt furrowed his eyebrows, “Arica?”

Sonya sighed, “Oh my god! Is that where (Y/n)’s from?!”

“Umm… yeah? Why is such a big deal? I do not see the problem here.”

“Well that much is obvious! The problem is that Arica isn’t real, Newton!” Sonya shouted.

“What?”

“It’s a fictional kingdom that has horseless carriages, and buildings that reach the sky!”

“Bloody hell! Since when?!”

“Since forever, shuckface!”

Newt shook his head, “No. I refuse to believe you.” He said.

“Oh, really? Why is that? Denial never helps, Newton.” Sonya said, placing her hands on her hips. “I’ll prove it to you if you want, but I’m telling you, (Y/n) lied to you.”

“But how? I asked to court them–”

“And they ran off suspiciously, correct? Tell me, brother. Do they truly love you?”

Newt froze in place. His feet felt as if they were stuck in mud. His heart felt as if it had plummeted down his ribcage. His lungs seemed to stop working for a second.

Sonya shifted her weigh to her other foot and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well… I’m waiting.” She said obnoxiously.

“I…I don’t know.” Newton finally choked out. “I…” he stopped speaking, not trusting himself to go further without crying. The prince tried to swallow the lump down his throat, but was immeaditely met with failure.

How was he supposed to protect his people if he can’t even protect himself?

Newton needed a break. He needed an escape.

But his only escape was you.

Sonya smiled sadly, “I’m sorry.” She whispered.

Newton only responded with a nod of his head. He gulped, “I am too.”

–

You studied yourself in the mirror. “Okay,” you said, rocking back and forth from the balls of your feet to your heels. “Today’s the day.”

Your plan was to talk to Newton today. You decided to take him out into the town once again, and show him everything you liked about it. Then, once it was about time to leave, you’d confess everything. What would happen next was up to Newt.

“You got this, (Y/n).” You told yourself. “Easy peasy….” you stopped when a knock sounded on your door.

Must be (Y/bff/n), you told yourself as you strode over to open it.

It wasn’t.

Instead, you were greeted by three knights.

“Are you (Y/n) (L/n)?” One of them asked.

“Uh… yeah?”

“You’re under arrest for criminal impersonation and seduction of his majesty, the prince.” He said. The two knights behind him stepped closer to you, grabbing your arms.

“What? I–”

“Shut up.” The one to your right said.

“But–” You stopped yourself, as your cheek burned.

He slapped you.

“I said, shut up!” The knight snapped, harshly dragging you behind the first knight.

Fine, then. You thought.

–

Not long after you were thrown in a cell, Newton came to visit you.

“Newt!” You said, jumping up. You ran over to be as close as possible to him. “You have no clue how happy I am to see you!”

Newton said nothing, his hollow gaze staring at the ground below him.

For once, he didn’t kick at the gravel.

“Newt?”

“Why’d you do it?” He asked you sharply, his head snapping up to stare at you. Although you heard no anger in his voice, his ears tinted red.

“What?”

“Why’d you do it? Were you trying to overthrow my father? Or me? Was that it? You planned to bloody kill me?!”

“No! I-It’d never! I–”

“Don’t bother.” Newt mumbled. “I don’t want to hear it.” Just as he started to walk away, you reached out your arm. Surprised, the prince stopped walking, and turned to look at you.

You sighed, knowing full well it was probably the last chance you’d get to confess. “Look, I didn’t originally want to do it, okay? My best friend convinced me. They found me a (suit/dress), got me shoes, and everything. After that… I couldn’t turn them down so I decided to go. I never meant to actually meet you, let alone fall in love with you.” You said with a ghost of a smile written on your face, thinking about how cute he was. “But I did, and now here I am. Newt, you gotta believe me when I say that I love you.”

Newt laughed bitterly, “Well that sucks then, doesn’t it?” He said, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion. “Oh, come on, (Y/n). You don’t think I’m that stupid, do you?!” His accent became thicker. Yep, he wasn’t happy about this.

“I-no! What–”

“Bloody hell, just spit it out!” He shouted.

“I don’t understand!”

“Doesn’t that make two of us?” He asked. Shaking his head, Newt mumbled to himself. “I can’t believe you.” He said. It was much quieter than before.

“Newt, I’m so, so, sorry. Please! Let me–”

“No.” Newt said. “I gotta… I’m leaving. Goodbye (Y/n). I hope you figure everything out soon.”

“No.” You whispered to yourself. You knew what happened next. “No! Newt! Come back!!” You pleaded, gripping onto the bars in front of you. “Please!” You cried out.

Knights rushed down to get you, harshly gripping your arms as they yanked you out of your cell. A bag was thrown over your head, and darkness flooded your vision.

–

Newton stared ahead vacantly, feeling the hollowness inside him deepen.

“I’m sorry, my son.” The king said. Newton stayed silent, listening to your desperate cries for help echo throughout the castle walls.

“Father?” Newton asked, turning to face his dad.

“Yes?”

“Do you think they really loved me?”

The king’s heart sunk below his ribcage. “I… I don’t know.”

Newton hummed a response, tearing his gaze away. “Can I miss the execution?”

“Of course.”

–

“Any last words?” The executioner asked you.

“Tell the prince I loved him.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut as you prepared for your death.

I’m sorry, I love you.

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