𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐦𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐭¹

16, two years later

GENTLY OPENING HER EYES, Daphne lifted her head from Newt's bare chest, seeing him glancing down at her. She leaned up, kissing his lips and making Newt smile immediately. "Good morning."

"Good morning, my love." He whispered, his hand running through her hair gently. "Sore?"

"Kind of." Daphne admitted and Newt smirked. "Take that smirk off your face."

"Fine, fine, I'll just continue to admire my work." Newt shrugged, glancing at her neck where light marks land.

"You're kidding." She rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh and they both sat up in the bed. "Pass me my shirt."

"Do I have to?" Newt wondered, Daphne giving him a look as the blond slipped a shirt and pants on, tossing her a shirt. "Alright, I'm gonna run to the kitchen, get something cold to get my lovely marks off your neck."

"Please." Daphne nodded, changing quickly. Newt nodded, kissing her forehead before walking out of the room. She smiled, sighing as she ran her hands through her hair.

It's been two years since Daphne and Trinity were brought to the Glade, and things have definitely developed.

The entire Glade knew of Newt and Daphne's relationship, and she also slept in his room every night now. And yes, Alby did have a talk with them.

two years ago

Newt opened the door to his room, him and Daphne both walking out and into the hallway. They smiled at each other as he held her hand gently, connecting their lips for a moment.

"Seriously?" The two jumped and pulled apart, Daphne letting out a shriek when they heard a voice and turned around to see Alby with his arms crossed.

It's been two months since the two started dating, and the only Gladers who knew were Trinity, Minho, Winston, and Frypan.

Daphne backed up slightly, bumping into Newt's chest as he placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her, the boy speaking, "He— Hey Alby."

"Never thought I would have to do this." Alby mumbled, sighing. "Alright, both of you, eat breakfast, then meet me in the Council hall for a little chat."

"It's really not necessary—" Newt began.

"Breakfast, now." Alby cut him off and the couple walked off quickly.

-

Daphne glanced at Newt nervously as the two sat on a bench in the Council hall, where the Gladers had gatherings when necessary. He smiled slightly, reaching over to hold her hand.

They both sat up straight when Alby entered the room, Newt letting go of Daphne's hand. Alby smirked slightly before sighing. "Like I mentioned earlier, I never thought this would be an issue— Not an issue, but a complication, in the Glade. Because we only ever had boys till you two came along."

Alby looked at Daphne, who nodded before he glanced at Newt. "Then I realized how you looked at her, absolutely whipped."

His words made both Daphne and Newt blush, the girl looking at Newt, who just glanced down at his lap.

"I don't have a problem with you two being together. It was bound to happen eventually. I am just worried about other things." Alby explained, rubbing his hands together. "Like protection, because we don't exactly have that here and I'm sure the two have you, you know, by now–"

"No, we haven't." The two shook their heads nervously.

"Alright," He nodded. "Now I'm not gonna be able to stop you, and I'm not gonna try to stop you, but I am warning you to be careful. I don't mind Daphne sleeping in your room, because it's clear there's other reasons for it. Just don't do anything stupid, okay? And make sure you— you know."

"Just because you say 'you know' doesn't mean we know." Newt spoke up.

"He's telling you to make sure you pull out Newt," Daphne mumbled. "Just basically try not to get me pregnant."

Newt nodded, his cheeks turning pink. "Got it."

-

Newt walked into the kitchen, looking at Frypan who was preparing breakfast for the Glade, "Fry, can I get something cold?"

"Why? Oh." Fry sighed, rolling his eyes and Newt shrugged. "You two are disgusting. Can you guys go two weeks without—"

"Nope, lasted a week." Newt cut him off and Fry glared at him. "Minho and I bet on it, and Daphne was of course, fine, but I—"

"Can't control your dick?" Minho interrupted, him and Trinity walking up to the two.

"Have you seen her?" Newt questioned, smiling cheekily. "God, she's bloody gorgeous."

"Okay, stop talking and get this to my sister." Trinity demanded, pointing at the bag of ice that Fry handed to Newt.

-

"Missed one." Trinity smirked as Daphne and Newt sat down at the table with Trin, Minho, and Winston for breakfast.

"Newt, you told me I got them all!" Daphne looked at him and he shrugged, adjusting her shirt so the mark would be hidden. Looking at her sister and Minho, Daphne spoke again, "You guys didn't go on a run today?"

"We are actually leaving right now." Minho said and him and Trinity stood up.

"Say hi to the new Greenie for us, will you?" Trinity said. "Hope it's a girl for once."

"I doubt it, I'm pretty sure you two were just a glitch or something." Winston joked and Daphne laughed.

Daphne looked at her sister. "Be careful."

"Always, Daph." She smiled, her and Minho running out of the kitchen, Winston following them.

In the two years that Daphne and Trinity have been in the Glade, the Box has yet to ever bring up another girl.

"It would be nice to have another girl." Daphne admitted.

"It's been two years, I don't know about that one, love." Newt glanced at her. "Finally getting sick of us boys?"

"Never of you," Daphne smiled. "But if Trinity wasn't here with me I would have lost it by now."

"I don't doubt it." He smirked.

"Alright, I have to go clear up space for the supplies we're gonna get later." She replied, , getting up from the table.

"I'll walk you." Newt offered, standing up.

"Alby wanted to see you, remember?" Daphne reminded.

Newt sighed, brushing a piece of hair behind the girl's ear. "You remember everything, don't you?"

"Everything as of two years ago." She shrugged, kissing his cheek. "I'll see you later to unbox the new Greenie."

-

"How you guys have been here for two years? And Trinity hasn't gotten with any guy?" Jeff questioned and Daphne laughed, shaking her head as she grabbed a couple of items off the shelf.

"She's picky." Daphne shrugged. "I always thought her and Minho would eventually happen, but here we are."

"Minho's in love with her." Clint scoffed.

"Trinity is stubborn, she refuses to express any sort of emotion, and her and Minho have been picking on each other for forever." Daphne explained. "If they were going to happen, they would have happened by now. Besides, I try not to think about it, she's more private about her feelings and I want to respect
that—"

The girl was cut off when an alarm began to be ring across the whole Glade, making the three friends look at each other. Daphne smiled, "Greenie time."