#king ben x reader

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

Dating King Ben Would Include…

Holy shit,

This is a lot.

Def NSFW

Warnings: sex, language, not proofed, I’m a slut

- r u actually kidding this man

- Idek where to start

- How about this

VK

- the moment he lays eyes on you

- Fuck

- When he smiles at you for the first time???

- Bye.

- Falling for the king-to-be was NOT part of the plan

- But he’s so goddamn cute

- You slip into the stands at his tourney game

- He makes a great play and you let out a cheer

- Surprising everyone around

- And he just grins at you

- There’s a party that night

- You show up in your most flattering dress

- And Ben cannot take his eyes off of you

- (The beast inside is awakening)

- He asks you to dance

- his big hands fit on your waist so perfectly

- Your hands loop around his neck and your fingers play with his hair absentmindedly

- You’re so nervous

- He pulls you closer to him and whispers into your ear

- “Relax.”

- Hello???

- He’s so in love with you UGHHHHAGGGA

- not following plot anymore screw it

- “You coming to the game tomorrow?”

- “Why should I?”

- “I can think of a pretty good reason.”

- SHAMELESSLY FLIRTS WITH YOU

- “If we win, I get to take you out on a date”

- “And if you lose?”

- “We won’t.”

- Ben fucking winks at you and just

- Up and leaves

- Someone take the confidence juice away from him!

- You go see another one of his games and after he wins, he runs up to you, sweaty and grinning, gorgeous as ever

- Before you say anything

- His head dips down to your ear, hands slipping around your waist

- “My car is waiting for you. I’ll be there soon”

- The mf had no fucking doubts that they’d win

- He gives you another million dollar smile before jogging away

- Leaving you flushed and a little turned on?????

- The date is absolutely wonderful.

- He changes ur perspective on everything

- Makes you his queen eventually

AK

- He’s such a gentleman omg omg

- PRINCESS TREATMENT OMFG

- Opening doors for you!!!

- Pulls out your chair for you!!!

- Ur a cheerleader

- He’s def the kinda bf to score and point at you like

- “Scored that for you, baby!”

- You wanna roll your eyes but can’t bc of his damn smile

- Don’t even get Ben started on your fucking uniform

- He’s down bad fr fr

- You in the colors of his kingdom??? HELLO?!

- He’s gone

- Such a fan of public PDA

- will kiss you ANYWHERE

- seriously

- Always has to be touching you

- The beast in him tbh ur his

SEX

- everything this guy does is

- Always turning you on fr

- At the worst times too

- He’ll just look at you and give you the smile he only does while balls deep inside of you while at dinner with his parents

- And he knows it too

- The way you blush and look away?

- He KNOWS

- Please he gets weak in the knees when you say his name/title

- “Benjamin”

- “King Ben”

- “King Benjamin”

- “Your Majesty”

- Bye

- I imagine that he’s so sweet at first but you can tell that he’s holding back (beast boy HELLO?!)

- You have to convince him to finally just let it out

- What does that entail?

- Let’s make a list!!

- Scratch marks on your thighs

- So so many hickeys (he doesn’t fucking care who sees, he’s the king)

- Finger print bruises on your waist and hips

- BITE MARKS

- shit

- This man has a heightened sense of smell

- So like… beware

- Low key high key loves the way you smell

- Will not stop sucking and biting on your neck bc of it

- BEN IS A DOM IM SORRY NOT SORRY

- it’s such a stress relief for him!

- Seriously as king he needs to release his stress somehow

- You luv when he’s rough with you

- A full on Edward Cullen breaking the bed moment and he’s scared to even touch you

- And ur like “Ben do it again”

- He’s all 😮 “wut”

- “Please?”

- And bam thinking with his dick again

- You love it when he fucks you in his office

- In between meetings

- When anyone can walk in

- “Don’t want everyone in the castle to hear your dirty sounds, now do we?”

- BEN IM SORRY

- HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO KEEP QUIET WHEN UR LITERALLY REARRANGING MY INSIDES ON YOUR DESK

- Riding him while he’s in his desk chair

- The staff is quite confused when he asks for a mirror to be hung as a decoration on the opposite side of his desk

- It’s so you two can watch obvi but they don’t know that

- OMG the two of you at formal events and he cannot keep his hands off of you

- The things he whispers in your ear my GOD

- looks like the two of you are just innocently dancing but if they really knew the dirty things he was saying to you

- “What would everyone think if they knew how turned on you are right now?”

- “You taste better than all the food here.”

- Like r u kidding me he’s the dirtiest guy

- MASSIVE DICK ENGERY

- Its unfair

- Him pulling you out of the ballroom to absolutely ravish you with his parents and subjects a wall away

- Him just fucking you while wearing his crown omg (cant stop thinking about this)

- He’s so needy all the fucking time

- Anyways back to office sex

- It’s his fav

- Literally you’ll be on his lap and he’s fucking up into you and he will get a phone call

- Motherfucker GRINS at you

- “don’t make a sound”

- And then ANSWERS IT.

- KEEPS FUCKING YOU THROUGH THE PHONE CALL

- NO MATTER HOW LONG IT IS

- Oh and def makes you keep eye contact with him the whole time with his hand on your throat

- Ben with a beard????

- Between your thighs??

- With the fucking fangs?????????

- DEAD

- DECEASED

- BYE

- GONE

- Is always down to eat u out

- Such a golden retriever bf about it

- Def fingers you in the car

- If ur driving??

- “Eyes on the road”

- 💀

- If he’s gone?

- You best BELIEVE he’s calling for phone sex

- “C’mon let me hear you. You sound so pretty when you’re desperate for me.”

- Soft mean Dom soft mean Dom

- Will hop in the shower with you just so he can wash your body

- Also makes you come with the shower head

- Loves boobies

- Loves ass

- He can’t decide which he likes more

- Loves making you watch what he’s doing

- If he’s going down on you?

- Eyes on him at all times

- Fingering you?

- You better be watching it

- That’s why the mirror comes in handy

- When you lock eyes through the mirror?

- His crown is lopsided and he’s just

- He’s just

- You know

- FUCKING KING BENJAMIN

- And he’s always smiling at you

- He knows what that smile does to you

- Uses it to his advantage

- He knows he’s pretty

- He loves waking up before you after a long night of straight up fucking

- He sees the damage done

- By him

- And it just gets him going!

- You wake up with his head between your thighs

- “Morning”

- It was in fact a good morning

- his morning voice adds to it

- You loooooove to tease him

- Low key flirting with another guy, if it’s fucking Chad you better get prepared

- Wearing an outfit you know he loves in a public place when he’s with his parents doing his king duties

- Putting your hand on his inner thigh during a meeting

- I hope you know what you’re getting into!!!

- He storms into his room that night where you happen to be lying on the bed, oh so innocently

- Wearing his jersey or a button up of his

- You don’t bother looking at him, already trying to hide the smirk on your face

- You can feel the glare as he shrugs off his suit jacket

- And removes his tie

- And loosens his collar

- And pushes his sleeves up

- (your favorite Ben look)

- He knows this ofc

- Sets his hands flat on the bed and just stares at you

- Finally you look up, a giggle escaping immediately

- “You think it’s funny, do you?”

- His hands wrap around your ankles, pulling you towards him

- His knee settles between your legs as he leans over you

- “Answer your King when he speaks to you”

- “Yes, your majesty”

- His head drops back and something (THE FUCKING BEAST) ignites inside of him

- He laughs

- Not like his true laugh

- A dark, sinister laugh

- Coming from Ben?

- Noble, brave, and good Ben?

- When he’s about to fuck you into oblivion?

- Good. Fucking. Bye.

- What’s Bennyboo up for??

- So much

- He’s horny ALL THE TIME

- highest sex drive ever

- Esp with the fucking beast

- He can go for hours

- King (lol) of stamina

- “You can do it baby”

- “C’mon, one more for me”

- “Fuck you’re doing so well”

- “Good. So so good”

- He’s loud as FUCK

- not embarrassed about it all

- No fucks given

- Will walk out of his office he was just bending you over in to greet his father in the next room like MAN ISN’T PHASED AT ALL

- And you’re catching your breath like 😳😳😳

- On one hand, he’s so nice and genuine and so well mannered

- And then when it comes to you, he’s a cocky little shit who can’t keep it in his pants

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[kaiyaamin]

Ben headcanons include...

Ben would definitely spoil you rotten

you want something you shall receive, gifts at least 4 times a week if not more.

he would be busy of course so he makes sure to plan 2 dates or more per week but sometimes that doesn't happen so any alone time with each other is a gift.

He is super shy with PDA in public with small kisses on the forehead, side hugs or just holding hands. But oh man, in private kisses left and right, cuddles lots of cuddles, he especially loves to bear hug you or hug you from behind your waste with more kisses on your neck.

He would check up on you before and after events to make sure you are okay. Obviously, he knows dating a king is hard with all the press, rumors, etc so he always makes sure you are okay.

Ben loves it when you wear his shirt or crown.

he loves to kiss you, forehead kisses, hand kisses, nose kisses, and even neck kisses but Kisses on the lips are his favorite.

#king ben x reader #ben descendants #descendants #king ben #ben florian #ben beast #ben x reader #ben descendants x reader #descendants ben #descendants ben imagines #ben headcanons

[daughterofgaston]

I Came Back

Requested: No; I just wanted to give you guys an example of my current writing style

Warnings: swearing, mention of alcohol use

Words: 800

Pairing: Ben x Child of Gaston!Reader

Prompt: “I came back for you. I promised I would, and I did.”

A/N: Alright everyone! I had some spare time today since I’m off work for Memorial Day and I had a bit of motivation so here is an example of my current writing style! I found the prompt on Pinterest so I’m not sure who to credit. Let me know what you all think! I’m tweaking D3 a bit since I’m not a huge fan of that particular movie so I’m keeping the general plot but instead of all villains and VK’s being freed, I’m having them had cracked down on the barrier.

After the events with Audrey turning evil, the people of Auradon had decided it was too much risk to allow more children of villains into Auradon- it was corrupting their children. Their precious children.

[Y/N] Legume stood just inside the barrier, looking longingly at the shore of Auradon as they remembered their first, and last, day in Auradon- one that they hadn’t even been able to enjoy because they had been fighting to save a place they would never see again.

After learning that the plans to free all the VK’s off of the Isle had been a lie, [Y/N] fought back the tears that threatened to spill over, looking at the ground as they took deep breaths, fighting back the rage that threatened to spill over. Papa had been right all along- the Beasts didn’t care about any of them after all.

Ben looked over at the child of Gaston, someone who was supposed to be his enemy but instead he just felt sad for them. Ben could see the disappointment clearly on their face, despite their efforts to hide it. Ben’s heart ached, hating the fact that the dream he had been working so hard for was all coming to an end.

Ben just couldn’t stand to stand back and do nothing, that wasn’t in his nature. He approached the child of Gaston, apprehensively placing a hand on their shoulder. “I’ll come back for you, I promise...” Ben promised, frowning when Gaston’s child shrugged his hand off their shoulder.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Beasty. It’s clear you’ve already made up your mind.” They snapped, not even looking at the young king as they began to storm off after Uma and Harry, shoving their hands in their pockets as they jogged to go meet up with their brother, Gil.

Even though [Y/N] genuinely hadn’t believed Ben when he had said he would come back for them, a part of them couldn’t help but feel hopeful that maybe... just maybe he wasn’t lying. Maybe he would actually come back for them and they would be able to escape the overbearing weight of their fathers expectations once and for all.

Once a day ever since they returned to the Isle, [Y/N] would make a trip back to the entrance of the Isle just in case there was a royal limo coming their way, but with each passing day the hope they felt dwindled more and more, until finally they honestly didn’t even know why they still went there, day after day.

They sighed as they looked over the water, lingering for a few heart-wrenching moments as they remembered all the things they would never be able to experience again, a sigh escaping their lips as they turned to make their way back to the tavern that their father owned, needing to prepare for their shift.

A few hours later, the sun was setting and the tavern was as lively as ever- Gaston was singing along drunkenly as the entire tavern reenacted the song ‘Gaston’ from his failed proposal to Belle like they did every hour on the hour as an homage to how great Gaston was. The door to the tavern opened, and the tavern went eerily silent in the middle of the song, causing [Y/N] to look over to see what had been so important that even their father would stop singing about how great he was.

In the doorway stood a small handful of Auradonian Royal Guards, and King Ben standing front and center.

“The hell are you doing here, Beast-Boy?” Gaston growled, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the son of his sworn enemy, his grip tightening on the glass in his hand so hard it shattered, glass going everywhere and beer spilling down his front and onto the floor.

Ben stood his ground, standing tall as he looked past Gaston and towards [Y/N]. “Gather your things, it’s time for you to come back to Auradon.” Ben said, smiling as he looked at them. [Y/N]’s face immediately brightened, ecstatic that Ben actually kept his word.

[Y/N] didn’t have a lot in the way of personal belongings, so they just undid the apron they wore for their shift at the tavern and made their way to Ben and the guards, ignoring their father’s angry shouts for them to turn around and come back. “Let’s get out of here.” [Y/N] said, barely even stopping to acknowledge Ben’s presence.

Ben had to jog to catch up with [Y/N], smiling at them once he managed to be walking by their side. “I came back for you. I promised I would, and I did.”

“I see that... do you want a cookie or something for not being an ass?”

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[descendants-brat]

Descendants Tudor era inspired AU

Main Royal families:

Ben: 18 when he becomes king and is betrothed to our main OC character he falls in love with Mal when she comes to the court to bridge the gap between Auradon and the Isle.

Beast: The unrightful ruler of Auradon, The OC's family were the legitimate heirs to the throne but before they could travel back from the countries they were in abroad Beast claimed the throne. War broke out when he refused to leave the throne.

Belle: Unrightful Queen Consort she will be just as unlikeable as Beast

Luna: Ben's older half sister (23), she's a bastard who was legitimized when Beast married Belle. She's is currently having her marriage negotiated.

Bailee: First daughter of Ben and Belle (16) she's going through her bratty rebel phase right now.

The entire beast family is looked down upon right now because they're known as crown thieves and a barely legitimate family that forced their way into the crown.

The Lacerda family: House of Lacerda: rightful heirs to the throne

Calista Lacerda: 21, eldest daughter and the heir to the throne she is to marry Ben to stop the war between the two families from destroying the country. She had to fight to be the heir in favor of her younger brothers, her relationship with her family is strained because she grew up away from them in a different country.

Diamantino Lacedra: Crowned and rightful King, he fought the Beast family with such violence and it ended many lives. He's not looked upon as a good king but because he's the rightful heir many shut their mouths in fear of being burned at the stake, Because of his unfavored ruling he was advised to betrothed his heir to the beast family to avoid a rebellion in favor of the beast family.

Gloria Lacedra: Warrior Queen, fought alongside her husband in battle she's standoffish but is generally still a good queen and mother.

Joana Lacerda: 18 younger sister of Calista and third in line to the throne. She's very manipulative and violent currently in talks of becoming Queen consort of Scotland.

Fausto Lacerda: 17 first male born family member in a constant rivalry with his sister since he believes he should be the sole heir since he was the first born male child. A spoilt brat dotted on by his father with a sinster side.

Grau Lacerda: 15 the baby of the family, generally cool lives the life of a well off prince, no desire to be king or perform any royal duties. Honestly probably already by the age of 15 has 2-3 bastard children.

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[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine taking Rayleigh and Shakky out on a date

This is part 2 of this post

Rayleigh: so you want to take us out on a pretend date to spite your first mate and captain for bullying you?

Reader: I know how it sounds, but I figured it'd be a good way to get back at them.

Shakky: While I'm all for helping you get revenge, I don't understand your logic.

You: well, Rayleigh is Shanks's father figure.

Rayleigh: That's not how I'd put it, but I suppose I'm the closest thing he's got.

You: And while I know you two have an open relationship, I thought fucking my captain's father figure would be crossing a line.

Shakky: probably a wise move.

You: And I wanted you to go on a fake date with you, Shakky because Benn has had a crush on you for years, but has been too nervous to ask you out on a date.

Rayleigh: so a date, with both of us, would be two birds with one stone.

Shakky: Oh, I know about his little crush, his poker face is terrible

You: I know, right? I saw him in here earlier, looking at you, he was about as subtle as a sea train.

Rayleigh: *turns to his wife,* What do you think?

Shakky: I dunno.

You: I'll pay for dinner.

Shakky: Deal.

Rayleigh: Pick us up at six thirty tonight.

That night during dinner

Rayleigh: *drinking straight from the wine bottle you ordered*, So how's the brat supposed to know you took us on a date?

You: Well, he planned on dining here at seven, so by the time our food arrives, he should be here. But you know him, he's not good at sticking to plans. If he doesn't come, we could take a picture as a backup plan.

Shakky: Sounds like a plan, in the meantime, we should have a proper date.

Rayleigh: yes, tell us about yourself.

An hour later

You: And Shanks, buck ass naked, slips on the wet rocks, falls, and smacks against the surface of the water!

Shanks: (y/n)?

You: *looks over to notice Shanks and his inner circle gawking at you*

Rayleigh: hey sport

Shanks: what's going on here?

Shakky: what does it look like? We're having a date with this little cutie. *wraps her arms around you and rests her head on your shoulder, giving a pointed smirk at Benn*

Rayleigh: *puts his arm around both you and Shakky and pulls you into his side,* They were just telling us about your skinny sipping mishap on Koala Island.

Shanks: No

You: yep

Benn: *glaring daggers at you,* You little shit, how long has this been going on?

You: Not long, this is the first date.

Shanks: Is this because of what we said two weeks ago?

You: a little

Shanks: *pouts,* We were just teasing.

Shakky: You're interrupting our date, it's quite rude.

Shanks: Fine, enjoy your evening.

Later

Shanks: *alone, passed out drunk on his table*

Rayleigh: *sighs* this boy I swear.

Shakky: Want to ditch him with our tab?

You: Yeah, but we're not gonna leave him without the cash, *pulls out his wallet and puts the Berry you brought along inside before sliding it back into his pocket*

The next day on the Red Force

You: *walks onto the ship only for everyone to stare at you*

Benn: You have some explaining to do.

Shanks: *bursts out of his cabin,* Did you fuck them?

You: no, I thought that'd be crossing a line.

Shanks: then where did you stay last night?

You: In their guest room, I helped Shakky open this morning because Rayleigh had wandered off after our date... Look, it wasn't a real date, Boss, I was upfront with them about my intentions.

Shanks: We didn't bully you.

You: It certainly felt like it to me, and when I voiced that hurt, you didn't apologize, and basically told me to stop sulking. So I wanted you to know how it felt, so I asked Rayleigh and Shakky to help me get back at you for bullying me.

Shanks: I see, *reflects on his behavior for a moment* I'm sorry we teased you, it was supposed to be a joke but ended up hurting your feelings.

You: Apology accepted.

Shanks: Now, please never date any of my former crew mates from my time with Roger.

You: I promise I won't knowingly date any of them.

Shanks: I don't like the way you phrased that, but fine, I guess.

Benn: Now that that's done, tell me how in the hell you got Shakky to go on a date with you.

You: Again, it was a fake date, but I simply asked.

Benn: I was afraid you were gonna say that.

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[supercap2319]

Y/N: "What is the height of stupidity?"

Harry: "I don't know. Benjamin, how tall are you?"

Ben: "1.80 m. Why?"

Harry: "There's your answer, Duckling."

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #descendants #descendants x reader #ben florian #ben florian x reader #king ben #King Benjamin x male reader #harry hook #harry hook x male reader #thomas doherty #mitchell hope

[drinix]

I mean why Benjamin. Why do you a have to be so adorable!!!!

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[simp2537]

Hiii! Can I request something smutty with King!Caspian? Him and Y/N are having sex and Cas asks her to choke him

Something new

a/n : This is my first smut attempt to bear with me. I made it so the Caspian and reader are newlyweds.

Warnings: smut, p in v sex, chocking, praise kink, dom reader sub Caspian

King Caspian x fem! Reader

The castle of Narnia had long since gone silent, the night sky taking over. All was quiet except the chambers of the king with his new queen. The guards had long since moved away from the chamber door. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans causing blush to ride up there cheek.

In side there chamber Y/n get out a high pitched moan as Caspian suck at her neck as she roll her hips against his. Caspian grunted softly as he grasped at her moving hips, attempting to steady himself as she fucked herself on his cock.

Caspian stared up at his beautiful new wife, his wife. He held tightly onto the soft plush of his body. Her lewd moaning driving Caspian insane. Her hands grasp tightly on his shoulders as she moved her hips. Her greedy cunt sucking in her new husband’s cock into her.

Caspian panted and groan as Y/n sped up her pace. Caspian slowly grabbed one of the hands and placed it gently around his neck. Y/n watched him in confusion as she slowed her pace slightly.

“Cas?” Caspian chuckled slightly and nudged her to grip his neck tightly.

“Please love.” Y/n stared down at her husband with an awe stricken look. She sped her pace up again and Caspian slipped a hand to her little bundle of nerves. Y/n whined softly as her grip on Caspian’s neck tightened. Caspian groaned loudly as her grip tightened.

“You like that my king?” Y/n muttered as Caspian groaned. The coil was being to clench inside of her as she panted. Caspian nodded his head hurriedly as he rubbed quick and messy circles on her nub. The coil inside of her threatened to burst as each movement of her hips.

Caspian grew louder and louder as Y/n gripped onto his neck. Caspian could feel himself falling deep into her. Her eyes, her body, her lovely cunt, her soft hand around his neck

“Please…” Y/n giggled softly as she began to feel the coil snap.

“Are you going to cum for me? Please come for me.” Y/n mumbled against him as they moved in sync. They couldn’t tell who climaxed first. Whether it was Caspian being thrown over the edge by Y/n’s hand on his neck. Or if it was Y/n’s coil breaking as Caspian rubbed at her pearl.

The pair panted as Caspian brought Y/n closer to himself. Y/n fell to his side and cuddled into him as there mixed cum dripped down her thighs. Y/n gently looked at his neck, she gently bite her lip.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Caspian shock his head with a smile. “You could never hurt me.” Caspian muttered as Y/n kissed the red of his neck.

“I love you, my dearest husband.”

“And I love you more, my dearest wife.”

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[russosafehaven]

Can’t Sleep?

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Reader

Content: Fluff, Soft Caspian, Fem!Reader, Implied Insomniac!Reader

POV: Second

Warnings: None

Just a short drabble cause I can’t sleep but I’m volunteering tomorrow so

~

You heard Caspian before you saw him. He was always so loud and clumsy even when sneaking around. The young prince had fell into you door, opening it and crashing to the ground. It took all your strength not to laugh at the poor boy.

“My lady you’re still awake? Surely that must not be good for you”

He looked at you with concern written all over his face. You felt guilty when Caspian saw you like this. Bags hanging around your eyes, dark from many sleepless nights.

“I couldn’t sleep your highness”

Caspian frowned at you, making his way to you bed and tugging his shirt off. He climbed in under the covers pulling you down against the mattress. His skin was warm and you could feel it through your thin night gown.

“Sleep with me my lady, I’ll hold you until you can rest”

You laughed lightly and you heard him grunt, questioning you. Turning to face him you stroked his hair, soft brunette locks falling through your fingers. He was your best friend but you couldn’t help but want to kiss him.

“It doesn’t work like that. Besides you can not stay my prince. The king is already looking for an excuse to dispel your claim to the throne. You being found in my bed shall have you thrown out of the palace”

He brought his lips to your forehead, kissing gently. Caspian missed you cheek next, threading an arm around you waist.

“It would be worth it my lady. They may see you as no more then a maid but you shall be my queen one day. You will have your own throne and your own gowns. It will be magical”

He smiled and you laid together in silence. In a matter of minutes he was asleep, snoring gently. You giggle to yourself, he reminded you of a small puppy. That night your rested properly for the first time in months. Thank Aslan for the boy who held you in his arms.

#caspian x #caspian x reader #prince caspian #king caspian #ben barnes #narnia imagine #prince caspian x reader #king caspian x reader #caspian imagine #caspian fluff

[sparklewrites1]

Mermaid Kisses

Prince/King Caspian x mermaid!reader

A/n: this is probably one of my least favorite works as I had no motivation to write it.

Warnings: mentions of cuts, bruises, and gashes.

Category: fluff

Word Count: 700-800

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“{Name}?” Caspian stood at the edge of the shore. He brushed aside strands of his brunette hair as the winds blew against his tall frame. In his hand he gripped a single red rose. It wasn't the fanciest of gifts, but to you it was as valuable as a white-toothed cowry. Which is why he chose it to propose to you with.

"Caspian!" He heard you call out. He turned his gaze toward the sea. He was met with the sight of your figure swimming toward the shore. When you arrived, he prepared to speak but you cut him off.

“I have a surprise for you!” You flipped your fish-like tail excitedly. You reached into the pouch that was tied to your waist and began digging through the trinkets that were stored inside. 

As he waited, Caspian noticed the various cuts and bruises on your wet skin. Among those wounds was a large gash on the side of your torso. Upon seeing this, Caspian dropped the rose in his grip and immediately knelt down in the sand beside you.

“You’re bleeding. Come here, let me help you.”

“No, no, it's fine!” You exclaimed as you continued searching through your pouch. A few seconds passed before you finally pulled out the object you desired. It was an iridescent pendant. It hung from a silver chain that seemed to have tarnished over time.

“I traveled to the most vicious depths of the sea for this.” You explained. “Come closer! Quickly!” You smiled with excitement.

Caspian leaned towards you. You wrapped the necklace around his neck and attached the clasp to the other end of the chain. When you were done, your hands didn’t move away from him, instead they rested on his shoulders.

“I appreciate the gift, but you are hurt. You mustn't put yourself in harm's way for me.”

“Caspian, I’m ok. I promise.” You placed a hand on his cheek, caressing his skin with your thumb. “Besides,” You started. “I wouldn’t dare depart from this life before we marry.” You smiled, chastly kissing his cheek. Caspians cheeks reddened and his heart raced at the thought of being wed to you. He hadn’t proposed to you, not yet. But tonight was the night.

Your hands lowered from his shoulders and grabbed his forearms. 

“Now come, let me show you what this does.” You gestured to the pendant. You gently guided him toward the sea, until you were both submerged underwater. Caspian was not panicking, as he knew how to swim. But what did perplex him was the fact that he felt no need to hold his breath under the water, it almost felt natural to be there.

“It worked!” You exclaimed as you touched the gills that had formed on his neck. “Cas, try to talk.”

“Why?” His hand flew to his mouth as quickly as the words came out. “I- can talk. Underwater.”

“Yes!” You cheered, gently grabbing the sides of his face and placing a kiss on his lips. “And so much more! You can breathe down here now, that means you could come visit me more often!” You swam around him delighted at the fact that your love could now visit your home. “And not only that,” You dug into your pouch once more and pulled out a golden bracelet with a pendant similar to his. You wasted no time putting it on your own wrist. And when you did, your tale split in two and its color and texture changed to match your skin. You had legs. 

Before you could celebrate you realized that you could no longer breathe nor talk. Caspian took notice of this as well and swiftly took you in his arms and swam to the surface. When your heads had come out of the water, you gasped for breath as you gripped Caspian tightly.

“As I was saying.” You grinned. “Not only can you visit me down under, I can visit you up above.” Your stare was trained on Caspian as you searched for any sign of happiness or excitement, but he seemed to be in deep thought. “Do you not like my gift?” You frowned.

Caspian’s gaze turned to you. “Of course I love it!” it was his turn to place a hand on your cheek. “I only wish I hadn't gotten something as dull as a rose to give to you.”

“You got me a rose?” You grinned. Caspian returned the gesture. Oh, how he loved your beautiful smile. After a few moments Caspian fell into deep thought once again. You waited, and he finally spoke.

“Will you marry me?”

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[zetmns]

✧ SPIDER BOY

“King of thieves!”

In which- bill always loved a girl he knew he couldn’t have someone the old classic bill denbrough couldn’t have. But could spiderman have her?

pairing: SpiderMan!bill denbrough x fem!reader

PARTS !- pt 1 !

PLAYLIST !- SPIDERBOY

✧ Starring !

-bill denbrough as Spider-Man

-Bill denbrough a 16 year old loser still with the group hes been with since he was 11 joining the school baseball team game him a bit of a not so much loser pass tho Just a normal little guy but not so much..

b.d: S-sorry d-d-didn’t mean to s-stare ur j-Just p-pretty.. W-Wait! Not l-like that!

S.m: H-hey beautiful w-what’s a girl Like y-you Doing out here?

Y/n L/n as the Highschool sweatheart

-Y/n l/n the 16 year old violin and soccer player definition of a parents perfect kid atleast from the adult perspective secretly a playful kid who would rather live her own life then be the perfect kid maybe a spider can help with that…

Y.l: Never thought I’d fall for a baseball player but I guess your an exception..

Y.l: hey Spidey i was wondering when I’d see my favorite insect again.

✧ Featuring !

Stanley Uris- Bills Bestfriend

Eddie Kaspbrak- signature germaphobe

Richie tozier- 1# lady lover (allegedly)

Mike Hanlon- the babysitter

Ben Hanscom- shakespear in disguise

Beverly marsh- the Juliet to Romeo (Ben)

Comment “tag” to be added to the tag list!

#bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough #it 2017 #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #it movie #jaeden Martell #jaeden Martell x reader #✧ SPIDER BOY - king of thieves

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

On Call - King Benjamin x Reader Smut

Warnings: smut obvi, Bennie boo being a little shit!, mild choking, semi semi public sex

I watched Descendants again. This is the outcome.

“Fuck!” The curse left Ben’s mouth and you clamped your palm on his mouth. You could feel him grin as his hips rut into yours before his hand leaves your waist to push your hand away.

“What? You don’t want everyone hearing us?” He chooses that exact moment to roll his hips up, extracting an especially loud moan from you. “Atta girl.”

His hand gently grabs your chin, ready to bring you in for a kiss but he is interrupted by the phone on his desk ringing. You both turn to look at it, you silently wishing it would stop while a smirk plays on Ben’s lips, a positively wicked plan forming in his mind. Before you even turn around, Ben is reaching for it.

“Benjamin, don’t you even dare!” His eyes lock on yours and he grins.

“Don’t make a sound.” You immediately shut your mouth, glaring at him.

He brings the phone to his ear and leans back in his chair, his other hand guiding your hips against his once again. You squeak in surprise, earning a glare from Ben who then puts his hand on your throat as a warning. You close your eyes, praying the call won’t take long.

“Oh hey, dad!” Your eyes snap back open. There is no way in hell that he is going to fuck you like this while on the phone with the former king? Is there?

Ben grins at you, that smile that makes you melt and begins to jerk his hips upward again. To hide the sounds threatening to leave your throat, you bury your face into his neck.

"Oh yes, I will have those documents sent to you now. Is that all?" Ben's hand glides up your shaking body to your throat, pushing you back so he can see you.

He looks like the devil. His hair tousled, leaned back in his fancy desk chair, grinning at you like a fool with his hand on your throat, your warning to be silent.

"Y/N and I would love to join you and Mom for dinner tonight, right honey?" He raises his eyebrows at you and holds the phone to your ear.

"Y-Yes, sir. I will be there." Ben laughs at the breathlessness of your voice and brings the phone back to his own ear.

You clamp your hand over your mouth, too afraid of exposing you and Ben's current activities to Adam.

"Yes, Y/N is quite fine. She's just a little... preoccupied at the moment. But don't worry. We will see you at dinner. Goodbye, Dad." Ben puts the phone back and his attention turns to you.

His bottom lip pulls between his teeth as he watches you lose yourself in the pleasure. Your head tips back and he doesn't waste time in finding the exposed skin with his mouth, sucking deep, purple marks onto your neck.

Ben lets out a muffled groan when he hears the whine you release when he rolls his hips in that way you love. So he does it again. And again.

Your thighs tighten around his seated form, an indication that your orgasm is close, so he pushes your hand away from your mouth, replacing it with a kiss.

Even with your dress flipped up to your waist and sweaty, flushed skin, you are the most beautiful person Ben has ever seen. The kiss, unlike the actions of his lower body, is tender and sweet. You pull away, shoving your head into his neck again, muffling the whine you release as you come.

Ben closes his eyes and lets his body react to yours and with the way you contract around him, he follows not far behind. The two of you sit for a second, trying to get your breathing under control. Until...

"I cannot believe you answered the phone! And it was your dad? I mean, seriously Benjamin! What if-" He cuts you off with another kiss.

You give in for a second before pushing him away.

"No! Ben, that can't happen again, okay?" You try to put on a stern face, trying to show him that even though he's the King, he can't always do as he pleases. But then he quirks an eyebrow up and looks you up and down with that crooked smile.

"Okay." He whispers.

You lean forward, lips mere centimeters from his.

"Good." His eyes roll and an idea pops into his head.

You are mortified at the sound that comes out of your mouth when he moves his lower body. You'd forgotten he was still inside of you.

"Benjamin!" He grins again.

"What? I'm not on the phone anymore..." His hands find their place on your waist and pull you back to him, bringing your jaw to his mouth. "And remember..." His lowered voice sends shivers down your spine. "You can be as loud as you want."

JESUS MAN.

welp.

#ben florian #king ben #ben x reader #ben descendants smut #ben descendants #ben florian x reader #ben florian smut #king ben x reader #king ben florian #descendants king ben

[kaiyaamin]

Can you do headcanons for Ben x daughter of Scar!reader

OMG yessss

Ben x Daughter of Scar!reader

Ben definitely fell first and harder for Y/N.

When Ben first met Y/N he was instantly in love with her. He was a little shy to get to know her so he left her love poems and notes every day in her locker. He did not know if she liked it because she never showed emotion.

Y/n on the other hand absolutely loved it and it made her feel loved by someone, she was dying to know their secret identity.

Even though Y/N gave Ben a love cookie it felt too real to be fake. He gave her a dance and song routine that was surprisingly coordinated for being planned last minute.

During the coronation Ben told Y/N the love potion wore off, he finally had the guts to admit he loved her and had been leaving her the love notes in her locker. Let's just say she was so happy she was practically on top of him giving him kisses all over his face.

Ben lavished Y/N with gifts all the time anything she wanted she would get and let me tell you, she definitely used it to her advantage.

Ben took Y/N on picnic dates, movie dates even Netflix and chill dates and Ben was surprising an amazing cook and enjoyed cooking on their dates, it was so romantic a candlelight dinner.

Y/N was a natural lady of the court and a future queen. Growing up with her father Scar, he taught her everything about being a ruler. Ben couldn't be any prouder.

Y/N had kept a secret that only the Vk's and her father knew. She inherited her father's power, allowing her to change into a lion whenever she wanted. She was scared Ben wouldn't like her anymore if she told him.

After so much time apart from Ben because of his kingly duties and Y/N and Evie working on a VK's exchange program, which lets the villain kids come live in Aurdon, she realized she must tell Ben the truth no matter what.

She told Ben and waited for his reaction only for her to be shocked when Ben started squealing seeing his beautiful girlfriend a lion.

From this point forward he started to nuzzle her head and scratch behind her ear which had Y/N cuddling him. Man was it paradise.

Ben didn't think he could love her anymore but boy was he wrong. He never left her side and appreciated her for being able to tell him her secret.

They lived happily ever after THE END!

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[inej-ruination-ghafa]

SNOW ON THE BEACH - C

anti-hero | you're on your own kid | midnights

summary: the one where you realise that there will be a change in your whole life and you have to leave to behind with someone you don't like

wordcount: 2.1k

Professor Cornelius was one of Miraz’s most trusted advisors. He had trusted him to raise his nephew, Cassian the tenth after the death of his brother, Caspians father. What Mirza was unaware of that was during Caspians joint lessons with the Professor and one of the ladies of the Telmarine court, that he was being taught all about Narnia history.

Caspian couldn't stand the girl who he worked alongside in his lessons with Professor Cornelius. She was stuck up, arrogant and downright annoying. He didn't care if she was the daughter of Lord Sopespian, he did not enjoy her company.

What he liked least about her was that his uncle was trying to propose for there to be a marriage alliance between the two teenagers. Caspian knew that his uncle needed alliances but there was no way he would ever want to marry you.

You felt the same way. There was no way you would marry someone as naive and ignorant as Caspian. You could see all the other ladies in the court fawning over him and even though you felt a little sick picturing him in love with these other women, you knew they would be better fit for the role; there was no way you could tolerate the Telmarine heir. Your whole life was to be unglued, all thanks to him.

He was insufferable but you would never wish harm on him. As you drifted in and out of sleep, you were unaware of the plot against his life. It was one night that would change your life, the moon high above your heads.

The professor that you shared with Caspian did though. As soon as he heard news of Prunaprismia and the child that she had given birth to earlier in the evening, he raced to Caspians bedchambers.

In the cover of night, he crept into the room and drew back the curtains on his bed to reveal the sleeping prince. He looked so peaceful and Cornelius knew that it was all going to change in a few minutes.

He shook Caspian awake and the young boy stirred for a second before squinting up at him in confusion, “Five more minutes,” he mumbled out, reaching a hand out to push his Professor away.

“We must hurry,” he said and when Caspian heard the urgency in his voice, he sat up and looked at the man he trusted most. He would not be making this up if it wasn’t urgent. “The baby is a son,” His eyes went wide at the realisation of what Cornelius meant, “Come, you must grab the duchess and leave,”

Caspian stood up, wrapping a jacket around himself before he followed Professor Cornelius down the steps. They split off for a second and he rushed into your bedroom.

He’d never seen you so peaceful. You were just lying there asleep, no furrowed brow, no condescending look on your face. He could feel his breath hitch in his throat as he looked at you. You were beautiful.

he shook off that weird feeling in his chest as he reached forward and shook you awake.

You were a light sleeper and when you opened your eyes to see him standing above you, you instantly pulled the covers over yourself.

“What's wrong with you Caspian?” you exclaimed as you reached for the dagger on your bedside table.

He grabbed your wrist, stopping you from brandishing a weapon at him. He looked down at you and he knew that you wouldn't believe him, “Shh, they're coming for me,”

He was right. You didn't believe him, not even for a second. Who was coming for him? You sat up in your bed, looking at him like he was a crazy man.

“You're insane,” you shook your head at him and he gave you that look hee used to give you when you were kids, the one that begged for you to trust him. You were teenagers now, not some starry eyes kids - he had finally gone insane, “Get away,”

Caspian knew that this must have felt like some scene from a book to you and he began to curse Cornelius for not taking this job, “Now that my cousin has been born, my uncle has sent people to kill me,”

That got your attention, “Your uncle is a good leader, he would never-”

You stopped talking when you heard the sounds of yelling outside and a lice that you recognised as General Glozelles voice. He was telling the truth.

Your eyes went wide at the thought and you pushed the blankets off of yourself. His eyes grew wider as well at the sight of you in your nightgown, the slightly sheer fabric flowing off of your body.

“What have you gotten yourself into?” You asked him, turning your head over your shoulder to look at him as you grabbed a bag, stuffing your dagger inside.

“Come with me. If you challenge him he will surely catch you too,” he suggested and you scoffed, slinging your satchel over your shoulder.

“What does it look like I’m doing, of course I’m coming with you,”

Without any hesitation, you followed Caspian down the steps to the stables where your professor was waiting.

He handed you your sword and then Caspian his. You suddenly realised how real this all was and that she was going to have to leave all of this behind for a life that she didn't know.

You hated your father. You hated him more than anyone else in the world and even though he was physically and emotionally abusive to you, his only child, you felt weird at the idea of leaving all you’ve ever known behind.

You took a deep breath before putting the sword into a holster that you strapped round your waist. You pulled a jacket on and looked at Caspian as he sat up on his horse.

He reached a hand out for you and you grasped it tightly, allowing him to pull you up so that you were sitting behind him.

When you saw Professor Cornelius standing there, you realised that he wouldn't be able to come with you. It would look too suspicious.

“You must make for the woods, they won't follow you there,” he said and you both nodded in response.

There was a chill that ran down your spine at the thought. You weren’t superstitious but you knew that there were stories of Narnians who lived in that forest, of trees that came to life and of centaurs and fauns.

The professor dug into his satchel before passing her a conch horn. She looked at it for a second, unsure what this was.

“Do not use this unless at your greatest need,” he stated and though she didn't understand why, she put it into her satchel and nodded her head.

Caspian sat there for a second, silent, “Will I ever see you again?” You had never felt sorry for him until this moment. He sounded like a little boy who was being separated from a parent and your heart broke a little.

“I hope so my prince, I still have so much to tell you both. Be careful. Look after one another,” he said.

Professor Cornelius placed a hand on your shoulder, shooting you both a sad smile before opening the gates

Without any hesitation, Caspian whipped the reins and the two of you started to travel out. You turned around when you got to the gates, a sad expression on your face as you looked at the castle.

This was all you had ever known. You had never travelled outside of the palace walls without a chaperone and now you were starting to wonder if you would ever get to come home.

The ride was bumpy but as you turned around, hands secure on Caspians shoulders, you knew that the two of you would be okay.

You could hear the fireworks and then you turned your head around again, watching the colours explode over the castle as they celebrated the birth of Miraz’s son. It was ironic that the happiest day of his life would be the worst of yours.

What was more important was that you could see the soldiers on their horses chasing after you and Caspian.

”They’re coming, and quickly,” you exclaimed.

You could feel a slight tug of hesitation in Caspian when you reached the border of the forests but he sped through the woods.

There was a chill that ran down your spine as you entered the woods. Everyone claimed they were haunted by the ghosts of the Narnians and even though your professor would always guarantee there was nothing dangerous about it, you couldn't help but feel fear of the Telmarine folk tales.

They crossed a river and you could feel the water resistance, “Hold on,” Caspian said as you reached a particularly deep section of the crossing.

Begrudgingly, you reached an arm around Caspians waist and held on tight, the side of your face pressed into his back.

There was an intimacy about the whole thing and you could feel a weird emotion in the pit of your stomach as you held onto him close. He would be lying if he didnt feel the same thing as you wrapped your arms around him.

Even when you crossed the river, you didn't let go of him and neither of you mentioned it. Him wanting you felt impossible, like some sort of dream. This can’t be the real thing. Can it?

“Are you okay?” He asked after a second, turning back to check on you. The question vanished from your head as you looked at him. There was no sound, only him.

You looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. Before you could answer him, the horse ran into a branch and you watched as he was knocked off of the horse.

Within a second, he was knocked off, his foot caught in the stirrups. You leaned down, trying to untangle him from the straps but as you did so, you fell off, hitting your head on a boulder.

Caspian watched as the horse sped off without either of you and when he turned to see you lying there in the middle of the clearing, he felt his heart speed up.

Although he hated you, he never imagined a life without you in it to annoy him. He instantly crawled over despite the pain in his head from having been dragged along the forest floor and he knelt by your side.

He could hear the Telmarine soldiers getting nearer and he knew that he had to make a decision. Run away and leave you there or stay and fight for you both.

He couldn't leave you.

“Wake up, wake up,” he muttered to himself as he tried to shake you awake.

He reached one hand out to grab his sword but it was too far. Before he could get up and grab it to make his final stand, he looked up to see two dwarves emerging from a hut.

He looked at them with wide eyes and instantly pushed you behind him. He wasn't going to let these creatures get you both.

One of the dwarves ran right past him and into the fight. He was confused as to why this dwarf would be so willing to fight against the Telmarines but did not question it.

When Caspian saw the other dwarf heading towards him, he knew what he had to do. He grabbed the conch from your satchel and blew it. The entire woods shook at the sound and he wondered what strange powers this conch had.

He looked down at you, a hand on your face as he realised that this dwarf would probably kill you both at the first chance. As he looked at you, he realised all of his feelings. They bubbled up in his chest and he realised that he wasn't going to be able to leave you.

Caspian reached over for his sword but before he could, the dwarf hit him over the head, knocking him unconscious.

The badger emerged from the hut and looked at the two of you lying there, Caspians hand still on your cheek, your faces turned to look at one another. He knew then that he couldn't let either of you die and that there was something special about the two Telmarine teenagers.

“Help me get them Nikabrik, we must help them,” he said and begrudgingly the dwarf helped to drag the two of you inside.

Little did they know what they had gotten themselves involved in

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[descendants-brat]

Horror/Dark Descendants fic

I will get back to Dimesion Descendants soon, but I also want to start We’re not a fairytale, Audrey turns back time and I have this idea for a fic. It’s a darker/ Horror Horror Ben X OC fic :

OC is dragged up from the underworld (Hell) where she’s been living since she died and was banished around 15 years ago. To not get into the details, everyday was no pun intended literal hell and in this universe everyone who is in hell is a demon and after having a deal with a stronger demon she was able to come back to the human world. However she is not human of course, she’s a demon and in order to not literally rot to death she has to survive on human flesh and or blood (no bunny diets), kind of like a vampire or zombie but not really powerful, she can possess people if she wanted to for instance but for the most part she functions like a human. She meets Ben King of Auradon by chance after a few months after living in the woods near Auradon. (Not sure if I want to this to take place around D2 or D3) but either way mind catches her eating and is terrified of course. But this is Ben we’re talking about he has an dumbass level of kindness and decides to leave her be, and over the next few months he basically stalks her before building up a friendship/relationship with her. It’s a slow burner and he finally convinces her to move to Auradon with him and the story is basically about trying to keep her secret, her figuring out and accepting her past while the two of them fall in love. Of course Mal and the others get involved so there’s some drama in it. I wanted to explore a character who is going to be essentially very much so, worse than Mal. I read, and will write a lot of fics where Ben falls in love with someone else while being with Mal but it’s usually justified because Mal isn’t a good person in comparison to the other character and there’s usually no cheating. I wanted to explore this very not morally good character in this story and have the situation where it’s like “Yeah Mal’s a POS but is this person any better? or I’d rather have Mal than that Person etc etc

#King ben x oc #king ben x reader #ben x oc #ben x reader #descendants #disney descendants #descendants fanfic #descendants fanfiction #tw: dark content #dark fic #ben descendants #king benjamin #a little bit of anti mal #anti mal #anti mal bertha #just in case ppl dont want to see that

[sweetrevxnge]

Ghosts In The Snow

Chapter Four

Pairing: Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Summary: Six long years had passed under the reign of the First Order. The bitter winters grew longer, and as they did, hope faded from the hearts of the citizens of Hosnian Prime. As a lieutenant in the Resistance cavalry, it was your duty to nurture that ember of hope. After a mission takes an unexpected turn, you are taken prisoner by a commander in the First Order, a mysterious man with an insatiable appetite—for violence, power, and you. In the coming days, you must keep the spark of your own hope alive from the dark confines of the Commander's castle.

Warnings: sexual content, violence, blood kink, gore, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Spotify Playlist

Word count: 3.3k

Chapter-specific CW: excessive drinking, vomiting

A/N: "oh he's kinda cute... HE'S A MURDERER! but he's kinda cute..." -y/n

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“You’ve barely touched your food, dear.” Commander Ren’s low voice pulled you from your trance as you poked at the lamb shank on your plate. A fitting entrée for tonight.

“I haven’t much of an appetite,” you muttered, setting the silver fork down beside your dish. You were almost catatonic, and despite your contempt for him, you felt betrayed. It was for that reason that you hadn’t so much as looked in his direction since sitting down, instead choosing to study the other guests in the dining hall—including the stormtroopers stationed at every exit. It was an impossible task—you knew that—but you’d sooner die trying than comply with this farce of a treaty.

A low laugh rumbled in Ren’s chest. “I have no stomach for lamb either; it’s far too tender for my liking. Perhaps you would prefer venison? Or roasted vegetables?”

“No, thank you. Just wine will do,” you said as you tipped your cup back and gulped down the remaining liquid. You imagined you would need many more if you were going to endure this evening.

“If you insist.” He pushed his chair back and lifted his hand, summoning one of the servants. A boy with short, tawny hair rushed over, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Yes sir?” he asked meekly, his eyes darting between yours and the Commander’s. Although he stood with his shoulders back and chin high, his age was obvious from the fat in his face and the pitch of his voice. Anger boiled beneath your skin.

“Fetch more wine for my bride,” Ren instructed, nodding at you as he spoke. “And for me, as well.”

“Of course, sir.” The boy’s fear rolled off of him as he turned on his heels and disappeared into what you assumed was the kitchens.

You narrowed your eyes. “Why am I not surprised that the First Order uses children as servants?”

“Only those whose families owe us a debt. No different from the New Republic’s operations,” he said calmly, tapping the empty cup in his hand.

You shook your head slightly and turned back to your plate. “That’s hardly justification for continuing to do so.”

His eyes followed you as you watched the rest of the guests dine. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, either lost in conversation or filling their plates with the assortment of meats, cheeses, and fruits set out on the table—all but one. Across from you sat a red-haired man, with hollow cheeks and a scowl twisting his features. Given his proximity to the Supreme Leader, you assumed he was another commanding officer.

Beside him was a woman, but unlike the other ladies in the hall dressed in elaborate gowns, she was wearing the same regalia as the men. You furrowed your brows. Was she…? No, she couldn’t be.

Ren leaned in close to your ear, his cold lips brushing your skin. “Captain Phasma of Parnassos, to answer your question.”

His breath sent a shiver down your spine. “Get out of my head,” you snapped, your knuckles white around the body of the cup in your hand.

“How else am I to make conversation with you?”

You scoffed, redirecting your attention to the servant returning with a pitcher of wine in either hand. It was clear by his unsteady footing that the weight of both of them was nearly too much for his small arms.

As he approached the table, you reached for one of the decanters to save his shaking arms. "Thank you," you said, mustering up a smile. Gods knew the poor boy needed some kindness.

“No need, my lady,” he replied quietly, pouring the rich liquid into your cup before reaching for the other pitcher. “Commander…”

Ren presented his empty cup and nodded for the boy to fill it. He obeyed, pouring the dark wine with trembling hands. For such an ordinary exchange, the boy was tense, utterly frightened. Not that you could necessarily blame him. 

Once it was full, he set the pitcher down between your plates and quickly returned to his post along the wall. In the hopes of quickening the evening, you finished the cup in a few sips, reaching for the pitcher beside your plate.

A gloved hand seizing your wrist stopped you before you could. “Careful, dear. You might find that mine is a bit too strong for your taste.”

Part of you wanted to try his wine out of defiance, but the rational part of you heeded his warning. With an empty stomach, your wine would be more than enough as it was. You pulled your hand free and reached for the other pitcher. As you poured it, you allowed yourself to feel everything—the anger, the disappointment. How Leia had seemed to so easily forget you. But beneath it all, there was still the ember of hope, buried under the weight of your emotions. It needed to be protected, locked away in the recesses of your mind until you could ignite it once more—until you were free. Once the cup was full, you returned it to its locked box, stowing it away for another time.

“You can’t ignore me forever, you know,” Ren said, taking a sip from his cup.

“I can try,” you countered, doing the same.

He exhaled softly. “I’m sure you will.”

Over the rim of your cup, you could see the red-haired man looking at you, his green eyes locked onto you. You wondered how long he had been watching.

Covering your mouth with your napkin, you asked, “Who is that man next to the captain?”

“That would be General Armitage Hux of Arkanis.”

You hummed. It wasn’t difficult to imagine such a seemingly pompous general coming from a place like Arkanis. “Does he always look so sour?”

Ren scoffed. “Usually less so. He’s been openly displeased about our arrangement.”

“Perhaps he and I have more in common than I realized,” you murmured.

“I think you’d find yourself more outraged with his proposition—gods know the Supreme Leader was,” he said with a light laugh, running a hand through his dark hair.

You cocked an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

He mimicked you, raising his eyebrow in surprise. “Unless you would prefer to be wed to a bastard son.”

“I hardly see how that could be any worse.”

A hand resting on your shoulder immediately pulled you from the conversation. You recoiled, half-expecting it to be General Hux, slinking across the room while you were distracted. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

“My sweeting, it is so lovely to finally meet you,” Supreme Leader Snoke said with an unnerving smile. His touch was cold—even through the fabric of your dress. It felt unnatural, as if he had been trapped in a winter storm for a week.

“Supreme Leader,” you replied, forcing down the bitter taste in your mouth. “What a pleasure.”

It had been over six years since he had murdered Chancellor Villecham, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. He was untouched by time—not that he was youthful by any means. Despite his age, there was no silver in his hair or deep creases in his face. Perhaps the wolf skin cloak over his shoulders served as his own personal fountain of youth.

Snoke let out a hoarse laugh, one seemingly loud enough to rattle the crystal chandeliers above. “The pleasure is mine. I take it you’ve found your new chambers more accommodating than your last?”

Rage streaked your vision. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he was trying to provoke you—as if you needed reminding that you were nothing more than a bargaining piece to the First Order.

“Yes, thank you for asking,” you replied, bowing your head slightly. “Though I must admit, I had grown rather fond of the rats.”

Snoke let out a short, unamused chuckle. “Such misunderstood creatures, they are.” His gray eyes narrowed as he spoke. He quickly shifted his attention to the man beside you, a wall of ice now standing between you. “My boy… I have faith that you will treat our guest well.” He squeezed Ren’s shoulder tightly, threateningly. 

“Of course, Supreme Leader,” he said, the usual color in his voice absent.

“Good. I would hate to have to marry her to Armitage, should you disappoint.”

Ren’s eyes flashed with something akin to envy. “That won’t be necessary.”

Snoke grinned. “I should hope not.”

The air felt thick, as if the room had filled with smoke. You shifted in your seat as the two men stared at each other, locked in silence. Snoke lingered for a moment longer before finally releasing his grip on Ren’s shoulder.

“Please, do enjoy the celebration. The wedding will be held in a fortnight. I had hoped for it to be sooner, but we must allow ample time for our guests to arrive.”

His words fell on you like stones. It wasn’t enough time. A fortnight was hardly enough time to finalize battle strategies—let alone to devise an escape. The flame in your heart waned.

With that, the Supreme Leader crossed to the other side of the table to greet the other guests, starting with Captain Phasma of Parnassos.

Silence stretched between you and Ren, your minds occupied with different concerns. Habitually, you finished your wine and pushed the empty chalice away. “How long should I expect this evening to last?”

“Eager to leave, are we?” Ren teased, taking the liberty of refilling your cup. “It might be wise to eat something. Celebrations like these have a tendency to be drawn out.”

The wine was beginning to take effect, making your skin warm and your mind hazy. Against your better judgment, you continued, draining each cup in a matter of minutes. Truthfully, it was a relief—allowing you to drift to a place far from here, to a place by the sea. A cobblestone home perched on the cliffside, surrounded by vines like veins around a heart. A place that always had a fire in its hearth and a stew simmering above it.

A warm tear hitting your hand pulled you from your reverie. You quickly blinked them away, not wanting anyone to see your emotion—least of all Commander Ren. Empathy wasn’t exactly his strongest virtue.

The night passed in a blur of drinks, hollow introductions, and avoiding your betrothed. It was nearly midnight when you finally staggered back to your chambers, barely lucid. Against your wishes, Ren had accompanied you, ensuring that his prized bride reached her chambers unscathed.

You fumbled with the doorknob for a moment, all too aware of his lingering presence. You continued to ignore him until a sobering realization fell over you.

“Does the Supreme Leader expect you to bed me?” you asked, frowning. The wine suddenly felt heavy in your stomach.

“No,” he said, a flash of humanity in his dark eyes. “Not yet, at least.”

“Oh.” Heat rose to your face. Of course he wouldn’t bed you tonight. If that were the case, the two of you would have been wed during the feast.

“Besides, I don’t intend to take you in this state,” he added, stepping closer. His fingers brushed your cheek as he pushed back a piece of hair that had fallen from your updo. You shivered at the sensation.

“This,” you hissed, stumbling backward until you collided with the doors, “is the only state that would make it tolerable.”

An amused smile played on his lips. “We’ll see.”

Dawn cracked the sky early the next morning, a fateful sign of the long winter ahead. As much as you longed to relish the fleeting sunlight, you were damned to spend the day with a pail in your arms and a cold rag on your neck.

“Are you feeling better at all, my lady?” Rey asked, wringing out a washcloth after soaking it in cool water.

“If only I were. I can’t imagine that there’s anything left to expel,” you said with a shudder, pulling your head from the basin.

Rey blotted your forehead with the cloth, her touch as light as the feather pillows beneath you. She had been silent for most of the morning, which you didn’t necessarily mind. There was an unspoken understanding as to why you were so ill this particular morning.

Hours had passed like this; with her encouraging you to take sips of water and you immediately spitting it up. At this point, it was difficult to tell if the culprit was the constant flow of wine or the extended time you had spent with Commander Ren. Perhaps a bit of both.

After what felt like an eternity, your stomach had settled enough to hold down the water Rey was offering. Once you were able to finish a roll of bread and a cup of broth, she returned to her quarters, allowing you to sleep away the rest of the aches.

When you finally woke, cool moonlight was spilling through the windows, casting shadows on the floor. The fire burning in your hearth had been reduced to a pile of embers and ash, but despite the cool air in the room, sweat coated your skin.

The night terrors that had plagued your sleep in the dungeons were relentless, managing to wake you even after a night of drinking and a day of illness. Every night was the same dream, the memory of the night in the forest. Without failure, the terror always ended with Commander Ren’s mask inches away from your face, close enough to show your reflection in the silver ridges around his eyes. The sight of you, bloodied and bruised, was always enough to wake you from the dream.

Tonight was no different, only this nightmare had a different ending. Instead of your armor, you wore the gown from the feast. Standing before the Commander, you looked at him not with horror, but with admiration. His hands were firm on your waist, holding you tight against him. You were unrecognizable in the reflection of his mask—with ruby lips and dark eyes. Piled around you were the bodies of Resistance soldiers—your soldiers—blood spilling from their ripped throats, staining the snow beneath.

Slowly, you pushed his visor up, but before you could see the man behind it, you jolted awake.

Immediately, you kicked the covers off and ran to the chamber pot, coughing and heaving in an attempt to settle your stomach. Nothing came from it, except possibly waking every occupant of the castle. Before returning to your bed, you used the washcloth and water basin that Rey had left behind to blot your face and neck, hoping to cool the heat under your skin.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed as you stared at the canopy above you, trying to erase the image of the dream from your memory—a task proving to be impossible. With each minute that passed, your breath felt more strained, as if the walls of your chambers were shrinking, suffocating you. It was beginning to feel like you had traded one cage for another.

The wedding was at the forefront of your mind, and you knew that every minute you spent laying awake was precious time slipping away. Despite Ren’s orders to stay in your chambers, you left the warmth of your bed, determined to familiarize yourself with the castle. Even if you couldn’t do it tonight, knowing the layout would benefit you when you did.

Hanging in the wardrobe was a long, dark cloak—perfect for concealing your ivory nightgown from the world. You pulled the hood over your head and carefully cracked the door open, scanning the hallway before stepping out into the unknown.

Flickering candles lined the corridor, but only a few were still burning. No one tends the candles past midnight, you noted, creeping towards the familiar spiraling staircase. As you reached the threshold, you peeked into the main chamber, expecting to find guards posted by every door. To your surprise, the room was empty—other than the portraits of the Supreme Leader gracing the walls. But you were no fool. The First Order was more concerned with outside threats; it only made sense that their guards would protect the exterior of the castle. Until you could be more certain of a safe exit, you would only roam the upper halls.

The corridor leading to your chambers seemed to stretch endlessly, leaving much to be explored. You followed the path, passing by quiet rooms and elegant artwork, committing every detail to memory. The cloak fluttered at your ankles as you crept around, feeling like a marauder trespassing on the grounds. If only you were.

The glow of candlelight dwindled the further you ventured, a sign that you had explored enough for one night. With no help from the drawn curtains, you were blind in the darkness. The threat of being caught outside of your chambers loomed over you as you turned to walk back the way you came, eager to return to the safety of your room. After a few steps, you discovered that the carpet beneath you was entirely different. You froze, searching along the walls for familiar fixtures, but found none. Panic began to swell in your chest at the realization that you were lost.

You tried to retrace your steps—understand how you had managed to get yourself to where you were now, but to no avail. Your breath became difficult—as if your ribs were tightening around your lungs. How could you have been so stupid? What had possessed you to step foot outside your room? Forfeiting the luxury of a proper bed for what—the possibility of finding an escape route?

Adrenaline burned your veins like magma as you swiveled on your heels, clutching your cloak tight around your chest to run. The solid frame of a man standing behind you quickly put an end to your efforts. An involuntary gasp escaped your lips as you collided with his chest.

“Lost, are we?”

Your heart plummeted through your chest. You didn’t need to look up to know exactly who had found you. In a moment of pure instinct, you answered with a half-lie. “I couldn’t sleep. I was only trying to find a bit of fresh air.”

Commander Ren chuckled as he gently pushed the hood of your cloak back. The material shifted on your shoulders, revealing your nightgown beneath. Even under the veil of darkness, you felt exposed.

“Were the windows in your chambers insufficient?” he asked, moving his hand to tip your chin up.

“Yes,” you said, reluctantly meeting his gaze. His eyes were an abyss, drinking you in as you stood there. He looked ethereal, with messy, black curls and a loose sleep shirt to match. As your eyes roamed his figure, you were reminded of the night terror that had incited this predicament.

At that, he released your chin and offered you his hand. “Perhaps you would prefer to go for a stroll outside, then?”

Outside? You couldn’t recall how long it had been since you had even been outside—since you had felt the crisp winter air kiss your skin or listened to the song of cicadas in the dead of night. As enticing as his offer was, you hesitated. Was this another trick? Was he luring you outside of the castle walls to lock you out as punishment for disobeying his orders?

Your fingers twitched at your side.

Noticing your apprehension, he sucked in a deep breath. “Do my intentions seem so insincere?”

Silence followed. You wished for a mountain of bricks, ones you could use to barricade your mind from his sorcery. 

Finally, you said, “Forgive me for being mistrusting, Commander.” Regardless of the frequency with which you said his title, it never failed to make your mouth bitter. Carefully, you slipped your hand into his, a chill running up through your body at his touch. “I would like that very much.”

Through the darkness, you watched as his gaze lowered to your joined hands, satisfaction burning in his eyes. “Allow me.”

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