Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

No Other Choice

You stood there, staring at Teresa as though she hadn't dragged you to the cave by your wrist, her hands leaving fingerprints on your skin. Her glare was harsh, the coldest thing you’ve ever actually felt before. It was impressive even.

“Y/N, Aris is right behind you, and he has a very big knife. Try anything, and he’ll slice your neck. Understand?”

You just nodded, not knowing what other reaction you were supposed to have when your life was being threatened by your lover? You think? He had just vanished on you, but at the same time, he kissed you again the second he saw you again. You barely had time to register it before he pulled away and told you to run, leaving you filled with confusion for a good few minutes as you worked to connect the dots you were sure existed. Something made more difficult by the running.

“Say hi, Aris,”She said, her lips twitching into a malicious grin.

You felt his warm breath on your neck. It took everything in you not to shudder at the proximity.

“Hi, darling,”He whispered. It wasn't the soft whisper you were used to hearing though. His voice was taunting, daring you to try anything. “It's so nice to see your pretty face one last time.”

The point of his knife pressed into your back. You didn't move a muscle, just staring at Teresa with what she swore was a bored expression. Something that made her heart drop as she realized your reactions weren't possibly good enough for WICKED to even consider keeping you around.

Aris stepped around you, his knife pointed at your neck like a gun. Knowing you better than anyone, he waited for your usual giveaway of fear.

It didn't happen. Nothing did. Your eyes simply burned deep into his soul, making him sure you were getting inside his mind against his will.

“It’s nice to see you both too.”

The two exchanged a look.

This isn't looking good.

I know. This isn't what they want.

I don't think a kiss on the cheek would be good enough anymore.

His voice was shaky, growing quieter despite being in her head. He didn't say it, but she knew what he was thinking.

No explanation in the world could make up for this.

No. It won't.

You stared past them and at the door, silently wondering what that was all about.

Walking forward, Teresa’s footsteps captured your attention again. You watched as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, internally cringing at what was happening. A kiss on the cheek was already bad enough, but this was just unbearable.

Knowing it was what he had done to you, he held her waist, slightly leaning down. As she stood on her tiptoes, you questioned if that was the point ballerina’s were supposed to have.

Knowing he would back out if he didn't do something, he pressed his mouth against hers. Seeming physically unable to deepen it, to do anything but keep his lips firmly together despite them being against Teresa's, he cupped her cheeks as he pushed their faces closer, the tips of their noses touching.

Cocking your head to the side, you wondered if that's what it looked like when he kissed you. From the time in the Maze, to the time you escaped, to the one just a week ago, did any of them appear this way? It was almost a depressing sight. Like hormonal teenagers practicing so they would have experience when they found the person they actually loved. Or maybe you were the other option. Kissing each other like you were unsure of what exactly you were supposed to do but feeling so deeply for the other that it didn't actually matter.