Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

What Had To Be Done

“It's good to see you again, Tommy,”Aris taunted, hitting him in his weakspot. He knew it was a lowblow, but there wasn't another choice. This was the key to saving Thomas and them. Surely, he would understand when he woke up? Surely, he would realize there wasn't a choice?

Thomas locked eyes with Teresa for a moment and gave her a nod. She nodded back, already knowing what was supposed to, what needed to come next.

They just hope you would too, for the sake of everyone.

You had already rehearsed this enough times in your head to be numb to any reaction he would have. No amount of hurt or anger would throw you off of your mission.

You were one of the best of the best, though you had been kept under wraps. Not even he knew about it.

Then again, he didn't know a lot. Like how Thomas betraying WICKED and Teresa betraying him was never actually real. He didn't know that you knew everything the entire time. He didn't know that you recognized the pain when he thought you didn't remember him.

You kept your mouth shut though, pretending you weren't aware that he was once your entire world. All for this moment.

You were behind him before anybody could even blink. With no hesitation, you placed your knife by his throat as you wrapped your arm across his neck.

Shock cascaded through him as he froze, his own dagger slipping from his hands. Thomas took the opportunity to grab it.

“I-I don't-”
“Shut up,”You whispered in his ear, giving a swift kick to the back of his knee, causing his legs to buckle from under him. He fell to the ground, scraping his palms and knees, drawing blood.

That was the least of his worries.

“What's wrong, my love? You look scared,”You taunted, towering above him. His mouth has dropped in disbelief as he tried to put all the pieces together.

“You thought it was me you would get to betray, right?”Thomas tsked, leaning down as he frantically scrambled up only for you to kick that same spot, knocking the air out of him as he fell on his face. Suddenly, any athletic ability he had as gone as he stared up at you, his eyes begging for mercy.

“It's not so fun now that you're the one being betrayed, is it?”You asked simply.

“Y/N?”

“Well, don't you catch on quick?”You deadpanned.

“Teresa, what's-”
“She's on our side, you idiot. Don't you get it? You're the one who's been played today. You,”You grinned, though there wasn't an ounce of humor. You seemed cold to him, like an actual stranger instead of the wonderful girl who he adored with everything he had.

As you went to grab him, he regained the urgency to move as he tried to run. Putting your leg out, you didn't even let him get two feet before he tripped, once again falling face first.

“Do not play with me right now,”You scolded, grabbing his arm and harshly pulling him out. He let out a sound of pain as you twisted his wrists behind his back. “Don't be a baby. Come on. You already know where we're going,”You huffed, dragging him along. Putting his dead weight down, he tried to make it more difficult only for Thomas to grab his upper arm and force him upright.

“This-this isn't-why are you doing this?”You sputtered out, almost falling over as you dragged him faster than his feet could carry him.

“It was all a ruse. All of it. The relationship, the memory loss, the betrayal you would have to do, it was all a lie to get to you. To kill you actually,”You said simply.

At your words, he started panicking, trying to wiggle out of your grasp. Kicking his feet out, he groaned as the panic truly set in.

“Shut up already!”You snapped, hitting him upside the head with the blunt end of your knife. He hissed as he felt the bruise forming on his cheek, his eyes shut as he blinked away tears. “You two take him. I can't deal with his nonsense anymore. I’ve put up with him for too long now,”You spat, handing him off to Thomas. He gave you a nod of understanding as Teresa joined him, laying a subtle hand on your shoulder as she did.

You stood there, watching them both carry him out of sight as he continued struggling. Each step they took, your heart grew heavier and heavier in your chest until you couldn't take it. When you could no longer see them you fell to the ground, burying your face in your hands as you sobbed.

You never could have imagined it would go this far. You just wanted to find a cure. Not cause pain to the love of your life, to your second heartbeat, to your other half. Never in a million years would you want to hurt him.

You didn't have a choice though. It was either this or WICKED kills him and you.

You already knew you would probably never have him again. After this, he would want less than nothing to do with you.

Not having him in your life but having him around has to be better than not having him at all though. Even if it kills you, even if it destroys every inch of your soul, this truly is for the best.