The First Boy

paring:aris x fem!reader

word count:1624

warnings:blood, some cursing, injury, kisses, fluff, being jumped by guards (?)

a/n:this was another one that was originally split into 3 parts here, but i’ve put them together here to make for easier reading! :) +  you are the equivalent of Alby in this - first in command of the girls maze/glade.

This was written a while ago, so sorry if it’s shitty lmao

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[Part 1] (first gif)

A boy comes up in the box with a note. You help him…

“It’s a boy.”

“What?” You step forward, looking down into the box. “How?”

“I don’t know,” Sonya replies. “Who’s gonna get him, though?”

“I will.” You jump down, landing perfectly and with ease. You kneel down next to the boy and notice something in his hand. Carefully, you pull it out and then look up in shock. The rest of the girls look confused.

“What is it?” One of them asks.

“It says..” You take a small breath. “It says… ‘he’s the last one… ever’.”

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Later that night, Harriet walks quickly out of the medical hut. “He’s awake, Y/N. Says his name is Aris. But he’s confused and upset. We’re finding it hard to keep him calm.”

“Alright. Let’s go then.”

We make our way back to the hut. I walk in and see Aris sitting up with crossed legs. He looks so scared, and I feel instantly guilty. One of the med jacks speaks up. “He won’t keep still. Keeps tryna get outta here.”

I push open the door. “Let go.”

“What? Y/N, What if he runs-”

“You heard. Let the boy go! He’s scared, and he needs to know he’s not our prisoner here. Come on, Aris.”

The girls step back, and Aris stands up. I gesture for him to follow me out of the hut, and he does. The second we are out, he does as I expected since seeing him: he runs. 

“Hey!” I quickly catch up to him, getting ahead and stopping him with my hand landing hard against his chest. “You don’t wanna do that.”

“What is this place? Am I trapped? What’s that?” He points to the doors of the Maze.

“So many questions, greenie. All will be answered, I promise you.”

“When? I don’t understand. Why can I only remember my name… n-nothing else.”

“Listen,” I sigh. “It happens to everyone. None of us can remember anything. But, as I said, answers will come later. For now, all you need to know is that you are safe. As safe as you can be… for now.”

Aris looks up finally, frowning at me. “For now?”

“Yes.” I put a hand on his shoulder and meet his eyes. “Because I’m working on getting us out of here. And I will.”

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[Part 2] (second gif)

After escaping the Maze with Aris, as you promised, you get separated…

Aris looks at you from across the dining table. You smile in reply to his worried expression. You reach over and place your hand on the table. He follows, placing his on top of yours. “We’re gonna be fine, A. We made it out.”

“I know, I just…” He whispers, pulling down his hood farther. “I don’t trust this place.”

“Me either, not completely… but we have food, clean clothes, showers, it’s-”

“Y/N.” You jump, looking for the source of the voice calling your name.

“No.” Aris leans forward, slightly bending over the table. “Don’t go with them. Please, there’s something wrong here.”

“Y/N!?” You look in the direction the voice comes from, realising that it’s Janson. “Is she here?”

You stand up slowly, shaking. “Yes..”

“Come on up here.” You stay still, looking back at Aris again, unsure and scared. He shakes his head.

Your heart rate picks up as you look around at the other teenagers who all stare at you with jealous looks. Most of them are convinced that they are here to be saved, to be taken 'home.’ You glance around for exits, but every single one is guarded by two or three armed men. You feel the tears begin to well in your eyes as your hand clutches Aris’s tighter.

Then suddenly, you are jolted forward by two pairs of arms on either side of you. You glance at the two guards who start forcing you forward.

“No! Y/N!”

“Aris! Aris!” You yell.

The force they pull you along with convinces you that they are not good people. Your arms are being practically crushed by the guards’ grip on you, and they don’t even notice your tears or shouts of pain. “Where are you taking me!?”

“Move!”

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You follow behind a line of boys and girls. Each one disappears behind a curtain and then doesn’t come back. The line gets smaller and smaller, and you start to panic. Then one of the guards grabs you and pulls you aside. They turn you around quickly, clamping a hand over your mouth. You scream when the guard places a sharp object against the skin of your arm and slices long, jagged cuts into it. He then shoves you forward into view and gestures to another guard. "This one is injured. I’m taking her to get stitched up first.”

“Right. Be prompt.” A woman in a lab coat says.

The guard then takes you out into the corridor. You start kicking again. “Let go of me! Let go! Asshole, let me go!”

“Shh! Shh!” The guard pulls down their mask. It’s a woman, with black braided hair. “I’m here to help you. I’m with the Right Arm.”

“Help me!?” You show your bleeding arm, the red substance dripping along your skin and onto the floor. “You cut me!”

“To buy time. So come on, let’s go. Now.”

“How can I trust you!?”

She quickly reaches into her pocket, pulling out a rag and swiftly wrapping your wound. She ties a knot, causing you to hiss as the action makes the injury sting. “Follow me, and you will trust me. I promise.” You both start to run, the woman helping you along.

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[Part 3] (third gif)

Reuniting with Aris in the Scorch…

You gasp as you see him. He stares at you, standing between two taller boys, completely taken aback. “Y/N!”

“Aris!”

“Y/N? H-how?”

“Just come here!” You open your arms. Aris pushes through the boys, wrapping you in a hug. You cradle the back of his head, holding him as close as possible and planting a kiss on his cheek as you break away, one hand moving to cup his jaw. “I can’t believe it.”

“Me either. And you look so different.”

You glance down at yourself. Your hair is braided on one side, and it’s cut slightly shorter. You wear bottoms that have mismatched colour patches sewn into them. A scarf sits tightly, but not too much so, around your neck. “Not really. Just dirtier clothes.”

Aris chuckles lightly, his eyes flickering up and down your form. You could almost swear that you catch him blushing. “Can we- uh..”

“Yeah, let’s go catch up.”

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“Comfy enough spot right here, I think.” You sit together in front of a fire. “So, who are the other guys?”

“Uh, there’s Frypan, Newt, the girl is called Teresa, and then there’s Thomas, their kind of leader." You rub your hands together, warming them up. "He was the one who I talked to about not trusting that place. I told him about you and how you just… disappeared after they called your name. Then… he helped me get out.”

“Oh, so I suppose I should thank this Tommy for that later then.”

Aris looks up. “Why?”

“Why? We might have never seen each other again if he didn’t help you. And I missed you, A.”

“I missed you too. How’d you get out anyway?”

You chuckle, remembering. “There was a guard there who wasn't really a guard. She actually pulled a damn knife out and cut me… to buy us some time, and then we ran for it. She was a member of the Right Arm. They have groups who go in and try to get kids out… every now and then.”

You pull up your sleeve, revealing a few jagged, raised scars. “Harriet left some ugly ass marks. I would be mad about it, but she saved my life, so.”

Aris lightly touches one of the scars and then traces it with his fingertips. He moves up and up until his hand sits atop yours. You squeeze it, holding his hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t come back to you. We.. we didn’t have time. I wanted to, though. I kept asking, but it got too dangerous.”

“That’s okay, as long as you were safe. Thomas and his group helped me. It was a long journey, but we got here eventually.”

“I had no doubt that you could make it out… through the Scorch and…” Your voice lowers on the next words, “back to me.”

Aris smiles shyly. “I don’t know. I had a lot of help-.”

“No.” You interrupt him. “I always knew you were tough. Right from when you ran out of the med-hut that day.”

Aris turns shy, looking at his feet. “It kept me going. Thinking about the possibility that you could’ve gotten out. Or that if you didn’t… I needed to as a way of thanks for everything you’ve done for me.”

“A… I…”

“What?” He looks up again, and when your gazes meet, you can see the reflection of the fire in his kind eyes. He walks his hand over to yours, which lies flat against the ground and covers it, instantly making you feel warm and fuzzy inside. “Y/N, what?”

“I just, um- I think…”

“What?”

You sigh loudly. You are never the type to be at a loss for words. So instead, you dive into action, pushing yourself onto your knees and taking Aris’s face into your hands. You pause an inch away and feel him nod as his eyes flutter closed. The next thing you know, your lips are against his, delicate and sweet. “That…” You mutter when you pull away, cheeks hot.

“Oh.” Aris says, “well… that was nice. Thank you.”

“Yeah. Uh…” You nod before you both burst into a fit of laughter. Eventually, you both close the gap once again. You sink into each other’s embrace before falling asleep in front of the crackling fire.

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