Hope Wilde had a new mission.
She'd conquered prank wars. She'd survived mic bans. She'd declared herself Queen of Glade 2.0.
Now?
She was going to make Thomas and Brenda fall in love.
🎙️ Phase One: Romantic Mic Intervention
Hope waited until dinner, when Thomas and Brenda sat side by side, suspiciously not flirting.
She turned the mic to "Romantic Movie Trailer" and whispered:
"In a world torn by scorch and chaos... two souls find love in the least expected stew line."
Brenda blinked. "What the—?"
Thomas dropped his spoon. "Hope..."
"He's brooding. She's brilliant. Together, they're emotionally constipated."
Minho choked on his drink.
Newt facepalmed.
Y/N whispered, "She's unstoppable."
🎙️ Phase Two: The Setup
Hope left a trail of flower petals from Thomas's tent to Brenda's.
She placed a note on each one:
"Petal 1: You're cute." "Petal 2: She's cute." "Petal 3: Kiss already."
Brenda found the trail first.
Thomas found it second.
They met in the middle, surrounded by petals and confusion.
Brenda raised an eyebrow. "Did Hope do this?"
Thomas sighed. "She's got a vision."
Brenda smirked. "She's not wrong."
💃 Flashback: Newt & Y/N's First Dance
Later that night, after Hope was bribed into silence with marshmallows and a glitter pen, Newt and Y/N sat by the fire.
Y/N leaned into him. "She's just like us."
Newt smiled. "Terrifying?"
Y/N laughed. "Romantic."
He kissed her temple. "Do you remember our first dance?"
She nodded.
It was in the Glade.
A quiet night. Frypan had rigged up lanterns. Minho found an old radio. The music was scratchy, but it worked.
Newt had held out his hand, awkward and sweet. "Dance with me?"
Y/N had taken it without hesitation.
They'd swayed beneath the stars, surrounded by walls and mystery—but in that moment, it felt like freedom.
He'd whispered, "You make this place feel like home."
She'd kissed him.
And the Glade had never felt so alive.
🧡 Back to the Present
Y/N turned to Newt now, eyes soft. "You still dance like that."
He smiled. "You still make me feel like home."
And somewhere in the distance, Hope's voice echoed:
"Thomas and Brenda are holding hands! I repeat: holding hands!"
Minho shouted, "SOMEONE STOP HER."
Newt laughed. "Too late."
