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Maxon Schreave x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: The Selection Series

Summary: As one of the Elite, a finalist in the Selection, Y/N gets to bring Maxon to her hometown to show him around on an official royal visit.

Word Count: 1,841

Category: Fluff

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I smiled, trying not to squint my eyes against the bright lights flashing in my face. All this time, and I still hadn't gotten used to that.

"Thank you all for coming, but we're going to have to call it a night! Our official tour of the city starts bright and early tomorrow morning, after all," said Maxon Schreave, the man I stood arm and arm with, a brilliant smile on his face as he addressed the press. They kept cheering and taking pictures as the two of us smiled, nodded, bowed, then headed inside the hotel arm in arm.

As soon as we were through the doors, I sighed and let some of the tension ease out of my shoulders. Maxon kept his posture and demeanor proper until the elevator doors closed on us. Then he sighed, too, and turned to me with a tired smile.

"Well, that was certainly a long day. But I'm happy to be here with you."

I smiled, my face warming. Moments like this, just the two of us with no one else watching over our shoulders, were incredibly rare. I wanted to savor every second of it that I could.

"I'm glad you're here, too. And the tour tomorrow is going to be fun, even if it's also a media circus."

Maxon laughed, offering his arm to me again as the elevator doors opened and we stepped out together. Servants and staff waited to escort us to our separate suites.

The two of us stopped to face each other in the middle of the hallway, before going our separate ways. As one of the finalists in the Selection, I got to bring Maxon back to my hometown for a tour and a look at where I'd come from. Aside from being a fun experience spending time with the man I loved in the place I called home, it was also the first time we'd spent togehter without the other members of the Selection. Even with all the media and people surrounding our every step, it had been fun.

"I suppose I'll see you in the morning for the circus," said Maxon, taking my hands and staring into my eyes with a sparkle of mischief in his I grinned back.

"Yeah. I'll see you then."

Maxon hesitated for a minute, then leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. I smiled even wider, although that was hardly possible, then said goodnight to Maxon and headed to my room.

I went through my regular nightly routine, sending my ladies in waiting away to get some rest of their own. I curled up in bed and closed my eyes, then started my mental clock running. I was going to give it a full half hour, to really minimize my chances of getting caught.

When I'd first heard about the hometown dates, I'd mentally planned a full week of various activities from when I'd lived here before someone burst my bubble. We were coming here with the Crown Prince, sole heir to Illea, while the rebels remained a threat. He would not be going anywhere the palace hadn't planned and approved.

As someone who'd spent most of my time in this city far away from anything the palace would ever select, I'd been furious. What was the point of a home date if Maxon didn't actually get to see my home?

I knew better than to bring that up with anyone, though. So instead, I'd continued to make my own plan. If Maxon was on board, we were going to have the night of our lives.

I slid out from under the covers in the darkness, listening carefully for any sound or movement from my suite. When I heard nothing, I slipped into a more comfortable pair of clothes (featuring beat-up blue jeans and a ballcap from my original wardrobe when I came to the palace), then headed to the window.

I'd worked in this hotel for a few odd jobs here and there, and I knew I could get to Maxon's room via balcony-hopping if I really wanted to. So that's what I did. I slipped out the window, closing it most of the way behind me so hopefully no one would notice, then moved carefully from one balcony to the other until I got to Maxon's room.

I listened at the window for a minute, and when I didn't hear any conversation, I leaned in to peek through. The room was empty save Maxon, who was just climbing into bed. I grinned and tapped on the window. He looked up, his face changing from surprised to delighted to concerned in a few seconds. He glanced at the closed bedroom door behind him as he hurried to open the window for me.

"What are you doing here?" Maxon asked, his voice a frantic whisper. I grinned.

"Trying to take you on an adventure, if you're up for a little bit of risk."

Maxon hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the closed bedroom door again. Then, he looked back at me with a smile.

"Just let me get dressed."

I ended up having to help Maxon pick his outfit, since only a few things in his entire wardrobe would give him a chance at blending in with non-royals. I gave him an extra ballcap and told him to keep his head down, and within a few minutes, we were heading through the city to my absolute favorite spot.

"This is it!" I said proudly, turning with a smile to face Maxon. We stood on a dirty street, in front of a glowing red neon sign for my favorite place in the world. They sold the best shitty pizza and seriously toed the line of dive bar, and it had been one of the things I missed most since going to the palace.

"This... is it? Are you sure this is the place, my dear?"

"Oh yeah. Just you wait, you're in for the best night of your life. The palace could never compare."

Maxon smiled and shook his head, but he took my hand when I offered it all the same.

"Alright then. Let's see what this place has to offer."

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"Yes!" Maxon shouted, leaping up in the air before landing with a sheepish grin. "I got my first bullseye."

"I saw!" I laughed, beaming at Maxon's excitement. It had taken him the better part of an hour to relax, but now we were playing darts while eating terrible pizza and sipping local beers, like any other normal couple from my city might. It had been magical.

"If I'm keeping score correctly, that means I win unless you also get a bullseye, doesn't it?" he asked, fixing me with a brilliant smile. I picked up my dart and nodded.

"That's right. You better cross your fingers, Schreave."

Maxon laughed as I stepped up to the line, leveling my dart at the board. I'd done this so many times before, it was like second nature, even though I hadn't played a lot of darts at the palace. I drew back, then followed through and let the dart fly. It smacked into the board just slightly to the left of the center bullseye.

"Oh my- did I just win?" asked Maxon, a slightly delirious joy in his voice. I beamed as I turned around to face him.

"Yeah. I guess you did."

Maxon laughed in disbelief, then moved forward to wrap me tightly in his arms. He picked me up off my feet and spun me around, and I smiled. I hadn't missed a game-winning shot like that in years, but I wanted to see how happy Maxon would be if he won. I'd made the right decision.

"Does this mean I'm the darts champion now?" asked Maxon, a teasing quirk to his mouth as he set me down. "Since I beat you?"

I shook my head, still smiling as I went to retrieve the darts in the board.

"You've gotta do more than beat me once with beginner's luck to take the title of champion," I said. "Put a dart board in the palace and we can really see what's what."

Maxon grinned. "You have a deal, my dear. Prepare to lose again."

I chuckled. Maxon's words didn't have any heat behind them, and it made my heart soar to see him so happy and carefree. I wished I could give that to him all the time, but I'd settle for tonight and look for opportunities in the future.

Unfortunately, by the end of that game of darts, we had to head back to the hotel or risk being caught sneaking out. We took our glasses up and dropped them off at the bar, then I settled our tab. Maxon and I walked out of the place together arm in arm, this time no different than all the other regular strangers milling around on the street.

"Thank you for bringing me here tonight," he said as we walked, the cool night air perfect and refreshing. "I don't often get the opportunity to be among the citizens of Illea. That in itself is a treat, but getting to do it with you is the best thing I could imagine."

"I'm always happy to spend time with you, Maxon. Thank you for taking the risk and sneaking out with me."

"I'll sneak away with you every time I can get away with it, and maybe even a few more times than that."

"Well, good. But let's try to make this one of the not-getting-caught times, okay?"

"Of course."

Thankfully, we made it back onto the balcony outside Maxon's room without issue. His room was dark, the door still closed, meaning none of the palace staff were any the wiser about where we'd gone. Maxon hopped back through the window, and I smiled before turning to go back to my own room, but he caught my hand and pulled me back.

"I just wanted to say... I really enjoyed myself tonight. I find that I enjoy most times that I spend with you. I... I love you."

I beamed. "I love you too, Maxon. I love every minute we spend together, even when it's many, many minutes of letting the press take pictures of us. You even make royal procedure meetings enjoyable just by being in the room next to me."

Maxon laughed. He glanced down at my lips, then back up at me, a tentative smile on his face.

"Can I kiss you?"

I grinned. "Absolutely."

I leaned forward, and Maxon and I shared a long, sweet kiss through the window. After a moment, we pulled apart, both of us positively glowing. I took a half-step back, never taking my eyes off Maxon.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" I said. He grinned, leaning out the window even further.

"Yes you will."

"Okay. Good. Then goodnight."

"Goodnight, my dear."

I floated back to my room, thankfully also without getting caught, and fell asleep with a smile on my face. I couldn't wait to experience a thousand more places with Maxon, and play a thousand more darts matches together. Anything the future brought, as long as it was with him.

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countrymusiclover · 11 months

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#the selection #kiera cass #maxon and america #america singer #maxon schreave #comments really appreciated #maxon schreave x reader

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fantasyfiction-net · 2 years

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Starting to write for the selection series characters..

Updaates tom...

On break rn..

Writing for marcos family aswell

#maxon schreave x reader #the selection series #fanfiction #xreader

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hufflepuffimagines · 9 months

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earthherbsandlove · 9 months

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about me.

call me ani/asteria. | sixteen. (i've been reading/writing fan fiction since seven years old. you don't have to interact if you're uncomfortable and i will do the same.) | biracial (black and white) . | plus size. | she/they/he. | smut writer, mostly. it can vary though. | i truly don't care if you're twelve or if you're in your forties. it's your own media consumption!! | i used to have a tumblr called either stuillyspsychogf or polyghostfaceenthusiast . or something like that lolsies.

fandoms i'll mostly write for:

- scream

- stranger things

- outer banks

- the 100

- dc

- yellowjackets.

- american horror story.

- glee (i will not be writing smut about any of the characters from glee. i just, cannot.)

- new girl (comfort/crack fics.)

- heathers (movie or musical.)

- the selection.

- the wilds

- criminal minds.

this list will probably get longer in the future.

my blog will contain dark material like noncon or dubcon. please know that this is strictly a fantasy and i DO NOT and WILL NEVER stand for actual sexual assault.

i am aware that there is a lot of controversy surrounding minors writing smut and i totally get that. but there is nothing anyone on here can do to really make me want to stop. writing is how i've coped since i was a kid and now i'd just like other people to enjoy my stuff as well.

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i will probably make a masterlist when i actually publish fics.

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fbfh · 3 years

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promptember day 10 - 2/2 maxon schreave x rebel!reader - 47 fluff

You knew, from the first kiss, the political ramifications this would have. You both did. There was never any avoiding it, really.

It was to stop your cover from being blown, that’s what you told yourself, and him, at the time. PDA makes people uncomfortable, and the last thing the king’s militia would be looking for while searching for the rebel group that kidnapped the prince would be Maxon making out with their leader in public. That’s exactly why it made sense. The fact that it was a logical step to take only led to you to deny your feelings even longer.

It was hard enough holding council with the king to explain that you never kidnapped his son, he had run away. Maxon wanted to know first hand what the people in Illea faced on a day to day basis, the struggles they dealt with that he was too privileged to even imagine. Maybe, he thought, if he could know what it was like first hand, if he could hear the people’s voices, he would be able to make real, substantial change.

As luck would have it, the first person he found rowdily talking politics and social issues in the bar he’d found happened to be you - the leader of the most powerful anonymous rebel group in the country. You and your crew had forsaken castes, and forged connections all over Illea. Your connections in the upper castes provided funding and supplies to liberate and relieve people who were struggling.

Once Maxon found out what you do, you couldn’t get rid of him. Of course, it was just a stroke of bad luck that he was seen being dragged to safety during a riot, which was immediately misconstrued as a royal kidnapping. Having to break into the palace to return the prince was something you’d never dreamed you’d have to do.

You were almost successful, too. It was at the last possible minute the guards found you returning their prince. After a lot of begging and convincing, Maxon got his father and the council to at least listen to you plead your case. After providing a lot of evidence you’d been compiling of how the harm and violence attributed to you and your group was actually done by the king’s guards themselves, they had no option but to listen to you.

With you and Maxon supplementing each other's experiences, you presented the plan you’d been working on together for weeks. If it hadn’t been for the media coverage, you were sure it would have been “under consideration” until hell freezes over. Thankfully, the return of the prince had made the news - live, of course - so you were guaranteed an audience. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t one of the most satisfying moments of your life, finally having everyone in Illea listen to what you have to say, face to face.

When all was said and done, all King Clarkson had to say was, “Well, now with all this settled we can finally begin preparing for your selection.”

You could see that he was going to refuse, right then and there. You dragged him out for a sidebar before he could.

You never considered yourself a hopeless romantic, but when Maxon grabbed your face, and told you as fiercely as anything, “I don’t care about any of the selected, I want to be with you.” you couldn’t help yourself. You closed the distance, kissing him again and again.

Now here you are, reveling in newly confessed feelings, trying to figure out your next move.

“We have to tell them,” you say, shaking your head. Obviously there are risks. The people that look up to each of you could see you as sellouts betraying what you stand for. But there’s a chance this could mend the country faster than any bills or alliances could.

He looks at you, and you can see how much he really does not want to do this. He has good reason to fear his father, a fact that still fills you with ineffable rage.

“We could run away,” he says, a silly sort of hope to the statement.

“Yeah,” you say with a laugh, “look how well that worked out for you last time.

He looks down, suddenly much more serious. His hand caresses yours, hesitant and tender.

“I’d do it again.”

You turn away, biting back another one of those weird, flustered smiles only he seems to be able to invoke in you.

You both sit in silence for a moment, enjoying what relative peace you have.

“So,” you say, ready as ever, “we doing this?” You look at him expectantly, and he returns the gesture. He has that new sort of confidence in his eyes, not the kind you get from fencing and etiquette lessons, but the kind you get from absolute trust, an altruistic confidence that you will make this work, because this is what’s going to do good for everyone around you.

“Alright,” you laugh, “ready when you are.”

#maxon schreave x reader #the selection x reader

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maybanksslut · 3 years

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Dating Maxon Schreave would include...

Requested: by anon

Living w/ him at the palace

Not sleeping in the same room because his father didn’t approve

But he did tolerate you, though, so you were happy

Maxon being shocked™ when you told him you were friends with your maids

Him taking pictures of you doing anything and everything

Traveling together😍

Holding hands whenever you were outside

Dinner dates and cuddles !

Queen amberly loving you + shipping you and Maxon

“When are you two going to have kids? I want to be a grandmother!”

Maxon calling you “my dear”

Which you pretended to hate, but secretly adored

Spa days together !!

You’d paint his nails bright pink and he’d do your makeup

Face masks💖💖

Both of you loving sweets and sneaking into the kitchen to steal cake 🧁

#maxon schreave x reader #maxon #maxon schreave #america singer #the selection #the selection imagine #maxon Schreave x you #maxon Schreave x y/n #maxon x reader #aspen leger #kiera cass #fandom headcanons #amy’s headcanons

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stavroulaschreave · 4 years

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So I just had an idea what if Chris Evans played Maxon Schreave and Sebastian Stan played Aspen Leger like bitch I'm out

#kiera cass #maxon schreave #the one #the selection #america singer #chris evans #sebastian vettel #steve rogers #steve rogers fluff #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #marvel

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colourofmagic · 4 years

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It turns out I'm absolutely terrible at staying away from you. It's a very serious problem. ✨

Prince Maxon and America from Kiera Cass‘ “The Selection” series

#maxon schreave #america singer #maxon x america #the selection #the elite #the one #kiera cass #couple #love #art #fanart #fangirl #book #reader #reading #dress #prince #royal

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jadehuntressqueen · 1 year

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Sing For Me

Warnings: hospitals, implied death

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Coughs wracked your frail body as you lay on the stiff hospital bed. The monitor beeped pitifully in the background. A comforting thumb rubbed along your hand. You knew that he was more afraid than you. You wouldn’t have to miss anyone when you were gone. He on the other hand would feel your absence in every moment of life.

“You need to rest,” he murmured when your coughing subsided.

A tear trickled down your cheek. “I don’t want you to be alone.”

A wobbling smile crept onto his face. “I’ll be okay, you won’t hurt anymore so I can be okay with it.”

“Sing for me.”

He cleared his throat and sat up straighter. Pulling his chair closer to the side of your bed he began.

“But you’ll never be alone, I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn. I'll be with you from dusk till dawn. Baby, I'm right here,” Your eyes fell shut.

“I'll hold you when things go wrong,” his voice broke, “I'll be with you from dusk till dawn. I'll be with you from dusk till dawn.”

A shallow breath crept past your lips as a tear splashed onto the tiled floor. “Baby, I'm right here.”

#reader insert #anyone x reader #character x reader #x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #caspian x reader #maxon schreave x reader #gilbert blythe x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #peter pevensie x reader #peter parker x reader #loki x reader #sirius black x reader #james conrad x reader #jack frost x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #marauders x reader

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captainsophiestark · 1 year

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Pegasus

Maxon Schreave x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Prompt: “Is this safe?”

Fandom: The Selection Series

Summary: Y/N joined the Selection, and against her expectations, fell in love with Maxon Schreave. Now that things are coming to a close and the Rebel activity is picking up, everyone's more stressed than usual, but Maxon has especially being running himself into the ground. He needs to take a break and take care of himself, but he hasn't been organizing that for himself. So, Y/N takes it into her own hands to give him a bit of a mental health recharge.

Word Count: 1,968

Category: Fluff

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I took a deep breath as I straightened my dress in the mirror, mentally running through a checklist. The food, the blanket, and everything else I'd decided to set up for the night were all ready and placed. I'd asked my maids to give me the evening, and they'd agreed while also promising to keep prying eyes and ears away. There was nothing else I needed to do.

When I'd first entered the Selection, it had been for my family. We'd needed the money, and it wasn't like living in the palace for a while was the worst thing in the world, if I did get Selected. When I'd been chosen, marrying the prince wasn't particularly on my radar.

Then I got to know Maxon.

He was without a doubt the sweetest, kindest, most wonderful man I'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. Things felt easy with him, for some reason, and despite all the structure and official procedure that was supposed to come with the Selection, we'd quickly formed a close friendship that had turned into more.

If I'd told myself at the beginning of this thing that I'd be falling in love with Prince Maxon, and him with me, I would've laughed in my own face. And yet, many weeks later, here we were.

Recently, as the Selection worked its way to a close and Rebel activity had picked up significantly, I could tell Maxon was seriously feeling the stress. I'd barely seen him, and whenever he did have time to say hello to me and the other ladies, his mind was clearly elsewhere. He'd started to look more and more sleep deprived at meals, and so I'd decided yesterday to find a way to give him a bit of a break.

I couldn't do much, especially since I wasn't officially marrying him yet. I couldn't get officially involved in the meetings, politics, or anything else, and even though Maxon did consult with me about those issues sometimes, I couldn't actually go to meetings to help him deal with things. So, I'd decided to give him a complete break from the stressors in a way he probably didn't usually get to enjoy.

I'd gotten in touch with him this morning through a friendly castle servant to ask him to meet me tonight, a few hours after dinner. With the help of my maids, I'd spent the rest of the day getting everything together, and now all that was left was for Maxon to show up.

Right on cue, I heard a knock at my door. I smiled to myself and crossed the room to open it, then found Maxon, looking exhausted but still smiling at the sight of me.

"Hello, my dear," he said. I smiled.

"Your highness." I dipped into a curtsey as I said it, and Maxon immediately grinned and shook his head at my antics.

"Please. You know we're well past that level of formality."

"That we are." We shared a smile as I stepped aside to let him into my room, then shut the door behind him. He wandered into the middle of the room, looking like he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself, then turned to me.

"So... what did you want to see me about? Is everything alright?"

"I think that's my line," I said. I crossed the room and walked past him to throw open the doors to the balcony. I turned back to Maxon, only to find him staring at me with an eyebrow raised in question. "You've clearly been stressed out of your mind lately. I thought you could use a little break."

"You're not wrong about that, darling."

"Luckily for you, I know just the thing. Come on."

I motioned for him to join me on the balcony, which he did. He took a deep breath of the cool night air and let it out slowly, releasing some of the tension in his shoulders with it.

"It does feel good to be out here," he said.

"Yes, it does. But this isn't all we're doing." With that, I turned to the railing of the balcony and carefully moved to stand on it, using the wall of the castle to balance myself. I heard Maxon gasp, but I ignored him as I climbed the rest of the way up and onto the roof of the palace, above my room.

"Y/N! What on Earth are you doing?" he asked. I popped my head back over the edge of the roof to look at him.

"Giving you a relaxing evening. Now just trust me and get up here, carefully."

Maxon hesitated for half a second before I saw him make the decision to throw caution to the wind and follow me. He moved to the edge of the balcony to follow the same path that I'd taken, and I reached out a hand to help him. A few seconds later, and he was on the roof with me.

"Y/N... Is this safe?" he asked, hesitating a bit and looking behind him, over the edge and towards the long drop into the palace garden. I gave his hand a tug to get him to focus back on me and everything in front of him.

"Yes, I'm sure," I said. "I've been up here more than a few times myself to get some space from... well, everything about palace life, really. Balconies and gardens are nice, but as you'll soon see, nothing quite beats sitting on the roof, out of sight of everyone and staring up at the stars."

Maxon huffed a breath and smiled, and I could tell the idea appealed to him as much as it did to me. I stood and led him a few steps further onto the roof, away from the edge, where I'd laid out a blanket and set up a picnic with all of our favorite foods.

"Ta-da!" I said, gesturing grandly with my arm and facing Maxon with a beaming smile. He stared at the setup in disbelief for a moment, then turned to me with a dumbstruck look on his face.

"Y/N... did you really do all this for me?"

"Yes I did. You take care of everyone else all day long, me included. It's about damn time that someone else took care of you, pardon my language."

He laughed, a smile slowly spreading across his face as my words sunk in. He crossed the roof and closed the few steps of distance between us, wrapping his arm around me carefully and pulling me into his chest.

"Thank you, my dear. For this, and for everything else you do for me," he muttered into my hair as he leaned in to kiss the top of my head. I lifted my chin and met his eyes, then leaned up to give him a soft kiss on the lips. We'd kissed a few times before, but it still felt special and new, and I could feel tingles running through my entire body despite the fact that our lips only met for a few moments.

"I'm happy I could help," I said softly, meeting Maxon's tender gaze with one of my own. "Now come on, let's enjoy this beautiful night."

Maxon and I shared a smile, then moved to lay down together on the blanket. We made our way through all the snacks I'd gathered, then when we were completely full, we laid fully on our backs and stared up at the stars.

"Do you know anything about identifying them?" I asked after a few moments of peaceful, comfortable silence. "What they're called, or the stories behind them?"

"Not much," he replied, his tone full of regret. "Most of the stories have been lost or destroyed. But do you see that grouping of stars there?"

He pointed up, gesturing to a few clusters that were close to each other, and I hummed in affirmation.

"I read in one of the books my father keeps under lock and key that those stars are called 'Pegasus'. Pegasus is a great winged horse that flies through the night sky, and used to help the heroes and gods of stories told so long ago they've been completely lost to time."

"That's beautiful," I sighed, shifting closer to Maxon as I did. He wrapped his arm around my back and waist, and I rested my head on his shoulder and curled into his side. "Do you think Pegasus is still out there somewhere?"

"I think he must be," Maxon replied. "Roaming the skies or the stars, and waiting for someone to let the world remember him."

Neither of us spoke for a minute, and I could feel all of Maxon's frustration at his father and the way so many things in the kingdom were currently being run radiating off him in waves. I traced patterns over his chest, hoping to sooth him a bit by being there and reminding him that I was with him, no matter what.

"If that's the case, then I'm sure Pegasus will be back soon," I said, keeping my voice low but sure. "When you're King, Maxon, things will be better. You'll finally have the power to make them better. And it'll probably mean worlds more stress than you're dealing with right now, but it will be more of the good kind, the kind that comes with the business of affecting change. And much less of the bad kind, of being forced to sit by while people make decisions and create policy that makes you want to scream."

Maxon took a long, deep breath in and out, then wrapped his arm around me a little tigheter.

"Since when do you know me so well?" he finally asked, his tone light and joking. I smiled.

"Since I realized I might actually be persuaded to like a prince, of all things."

Maxon huffed a laugh, then pinched my arm in a bit of payback. I whacked his chest in revenge, but he just laughed again.

We relaxed back into comfortable silence, staring up at the stars and relaxing in each other's warmth and the temporary feeling that it was just the two of us in the entire world. Maxon's heartbeat echoed in my ears as I closed my eyes, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. I'd just started drifting off as a result of the feeling of complete security and relaxation when Maxon spoke again, his voice a low, quiet rumble.

"You'll be right there by my side, Y/N," he said. He absently rubbed circles on my waist with his thumb as he spoke. "The two of us will make the world right, together. King and Queen, in love, a perfect team."

I smiled and hummed, my heart practically ready to burst at his words.

"Darn right we will," I agreed. He pulled me closer to him, although that was hardly possible, and his hand squeezed securely on my waist, reminding us both we belonged with each other.

We were both young, and there would be plenty of challenges for us to deal with along the way. But I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that things would work out for us. Laying together under the stars, the two of us finding a moment of peace in a swirl of chaos, I was completely confident in our happy ending. We'd continue to fall for each other every day, get married, change the world, then find our peaceful storybook sunset. And nothing could possibly stand in our way.

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