Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Pretty Things (Part 4)

Being awake, Y/N had been saved by Newt. Still, there was something she had to do. She would save Aris if it was the last thing she did. The way they had left things was unacceptable.

Because even if it hurt, him not being there hurt far more.

♡ Time Skip ♡

For six months Minho, Sonya, and Aris had been trapped in WCKD's clutches. And for those six months the entire Safe Haven, Y/N definitely included, had been planning to get them out. It was a long shot, but if it would get them the people they love back everyone was willing to take it. Nobody was going to be left behind this time. They swore it.

Well, they could try.

Because they did get two people back. Minho however was still trapped in that hell. That information just wasn't out in the open yet. All they knew about was that Sonya and Aris were safe with them.

Currently, Y/N remained on the floor beside Aris. With a rag, she gently wiped the dried blood from his face. Naturally wincing and pulling away as the cloth made contact with his injuries, he still sensed her gaze strictly on him. Opening his eyes, he saw the frown on her face as she kept the rag in her hand. Giving in, he let her do the same to his cheek.

Having her so close brought memories. While they had taunted him while he was captured, it was like they were reenacting what had destroyed them.

"I'm trying to be gentle,"Y/N apologized, mistaking the frown on his lips to be from the physical pain. He didn't know how to say it was because he regretted everything that happened before they got separated. Now he didn't know what they could do to fix it. What would become of them?

"I thought about you a lot in there, you know? I had a lot of time to think about things I didn't want to,"He settled on. She froze at his words, and it took her a minute to regain her composure and clean his lips. The lips she had kissed six months, two weeks, and four days ago. Not that she had counted.

At least, that's what she told herself.

She had though. She didn't mean to, but when he was the only thing she could think about fighting it was no use.

At least, that's what she told herself.

"I'm glad you're okay,"She whispered, ignoring his statement.

"You and I have to talk,"He sighed. Unable to handle that right now, she made sure he was physically okay before leaving. He stared at her as she walked out like nothing had happened.

Because there was nothing else he could do for them. When the others filled the room, he knew that only became more true.