Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Outcasted

All Aris wanted was for her to be okay. He just wanted Y/N to be happy, and to him that meant letting her go.

She was always social. With the subjects or occasionally a worker like him, she just wore this bright grin whilst speaking. Of course there were a good amount of exceptions, but she had her reasons.

In Aris's mind this was one of the best things about her. How full of hope and adoring she is. Her eagerness and ability to light up a room always left him in awe. It's kind of why he fell in love.

He saw the glares from the regular variables out of the corner of his eyes. So, imagine his shock when a girl just walked straight up and introduced herself. It was to the point where he just gawked at her while wondering if this was some sick joke. Though when he looked at her face, at her kind smile, and bright eyes, he just had this reassurance that it wasn't. So he shook her hand and invited her to sit with him. Obviously, she said yes.

From there they were together as often as they could be. She never lost her spark, and he swears that she gave him his. She may have had a different view of the future, but she was everything he wanted and wanted to be. He admired her, looked up to her, loved her.

Correction. He does admire her, look up to her, love her.

But he realized that that light was slowly flickering out. The more she was around him the more she looked like she was going from a bright fire to faint smoke.

He asked why, in much more simple words, but she just shrugged. In typical Y/N fashion, she wouldn't admit something was wrong.

Not that it would stop him. In typical Aris fashion, he wouldn't stop until he found the truth.

Of course he did, but there are many warnings for things like this. "Be careful what you wish for, ignorance is bliss, etc.."

Sitting with her at lunch, he noticed her glancing over her shoulder almost every few seconds. Finally following her line of sight, his heart sunk in his chest as he saw her friends sitting there. With arms crossed, cold eyes, and subtle scowls, he realized what was happening.

The spark was going out because of him. Because you cannot blame the clouds for the rain they make. With enough time and pressure it's unavoidable.

The more she hung around him the more she was being outcasted by the others. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing, someone who lived miles above them and saw them as less, an oppressor.

And she was enabling it. She was telling their capture it was okay like a victim of Stockholm syndrome. Everything he did was fine, because she had been around him so long she had fallen in love.

That's what they say. They didn't see the love they shared. They didn't see him bending the rules just enough so he could be closer to her. They didn't see her looking for him across the room when someone entered. They didn't see them sneaking through the hallways at night, racing each other, and holding hands. The way they would laugh until their stomach's hurt and they were covering their mouths so they didn't get caught. The way they would sit with their knees barely touching and speak about their hopes and dreams, most of which involved each other.

No. They didn't see that bittersweet yet pure version.

To them, it was the original traitor and the new one. It was all a plot they would end up in blood, sweat, and tears. No more, no less.

Too immersed in the story she was telling him to notice, she spoke so fast it was hard to comprehend what she was saying. So when she noticed how he seemed to be stuck in his own mind she apologized only for him to say something that would catch them both off guard.