Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

A Better Fighter

Working for WICKED  was . . . interesting? I guess that's a word for it. It's just that one day we're in separate classrooms, then we’re side by side in front of a computer screen, then we're practicing telepathy (which would be amazing if they didn't know what we were saying), then we're in a meeting with Chancellor and the Counsel, then we're practicing self defense. Because that's definitely needed in this place gated off from the outside world.

Still, I don't mind. A few daggers never hurt anyone. At least, as far as Aris and I are concerned. If anything, we’ve accepted it as a fun game between friends.

A game that I refuse to lose. Not in an “I’ll kill him” way. More of a “I’ll be damned if my only friend will beat me” kind. A little friendly competition, if you will. It's nothing serious.

“Remember that it's okay to lose. I know that you tend to do that,”I taunted, circling him with my dagger drawn.

“I would keep that in my mind, but that's not happening,”He shot back.

“Remember. Stay clean. First person to draw blood wins,”the referee announced.

“You hear that, Y/N? You might want to follow the rules for once.”

“Rules were meant to be bent. Just like your ego.”

“On three, start.”

“If only I were the one who had one.”

“One.”

“After always losing, it's the only thing you do have.”

“Two.”

“You really like erasing every match you lose from your mind, don't you?”

“Three.”

Stepping towards him, I had my dagger out at the same time as him. Seeing the way he was close to making the first slice, I moved to the side before he could cut me.

“Starting off quick, aren't you?”I pointed out, putting my dagger on my belt, knowing he would do the same. With one arm protecting my face, I threw a punch only for him to block it.

“It's the only way to beat you,”He justified, going to knock me from under my feet. Taking a step back, when he followed I went to the side before getting in front of him and grabbing my weapon.

“I’ve already told you. Slow down just enough to see the details, pretty thing,”I advised, throwing him a sly grin before he tried to cut my hand. Pulling back for barely a second, as he attempted to catch me off guard I got behind him. When he inevitably spun around, I grabbed his arm and pushed him on the wall behind me.

“You want out yet, pretty thing?”I suggested, placing my dagger at his throat.

“Draw blood, love. Earn the win,”He dared.

“It's no fun if you don't at least try to fight back,”I pointed out, getting as close as possible without breaking the skin. Close enough to feel his heartbeat and see every bit of his face.

“Cranks don't flirt to win!”the ref yelled.

“That one's always such a buzzkill,”I sighed, acting like I didn't see his hand reaching for the extra weapon in his pocket. Not taking our eyes off of each other, just as I felt his knife on my arm I made a quick cut on his shoulder, tearing his shirt and obviously drawing blood. He winced for a second before letting out a defeated sign.

Like usual we stepped away and put our weapons on the ground. Not even listening to the instructions, we shook hands.

“That was the closest one so far. I couldn't even see the weapon,”I complimented.

“How’d you know though?”

“I saw you going for your left pocket out of the corner of my eye. You keep extra things in your left pocket and things you know you’ll need in your right,”I explained.

“You’re observant.”

“That's why I always win. That, along with making you nervous with the fake flirting,”I added.

“Nobody flirts better than two best friends in competition,”He shrugged.

“Yeah, and we're living proof. I’ll see you in class after you get cleaned up?”

“Obviously. See you in a bit, pretty thing,”He mocked.

“Yeah. I’ll see you in a bit, love,”I agreed, rolling my eyes as we walked out the doors on opposite ends of the place. Trying not to skip, when I shut it I slid against it, closed my eyes, and smiled.

Pretty thing.

I like that.

Aris’s P.O.V

“Pretty thing,”I repeated to myself as I took a moment outside the door. I know that it doesn't mean anything, but I’d be lying if I said I didn't feel something after these.

Pretty thing.

I like that.