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The thief [Ben Barnes x Reader] - Requested

Title: The thief Pairing: Ben Barnes x Female!Reader Word count: 5.3k Published: 8 April 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Warning: Food, Drinks Summary: Working as a “prop-girl” beside Ben has its ups and downs. He is a blessing to work with and an amazing friend to be around, but having feelings for him quite often distracts you from work and makes it hard to focus. Especially when you have a little thief on your hand who keeps stealing your work, doubling your already frustrating problems. Request: [x]

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Working behind the scenes of a movie set has always been what you dreamed of. You were never quite determined enough to be a director, a producer or a script writer, nor did you have the passion for it, but you certainly had an aesthetic view that just fit perfectly to find the right objects for particular scenes. Therefore, you became the prop-girl. Of course, you had an official title, property assistant to be exact, but seemingly everyone preferred the prop-girl title and after years of fighting it, you just gave in. That was the least of your problems after all.

The amount of effort put into all those blockbuster movies sometimes sucked your soul out. Considering the huge amount of work you have put in, you never really looked at it as a job. You loved what you were doing even if people sometimes looked down on you for being “just” the prop-girl. Even though you had some unpleasant encounters with some of Hollywood’s sweethearts, it never discouraged you, because amongst all the rotten apples, there were always those that made you just a little happier, a little giddier, a little more excited about a new day.

There was a certain person who ticked all the boxes in brightening your day and you often caught yourself staring at him shamelessly. His positivity, refreshing personality and banter always caught you off guard and for mere seconds you even forgot to pay attention to the tasks you were supposed to be completing. You knew you were good at your job, hell you were one of the best, but seemingly Ben’s presence set you back on quite a few occasions.

As you were watching him act out a scene along with his co-star Amber Rose Revah, you tried to focus on organising a dining table for his upcoming scene, but you just couldn’t concentrate when Ben walked around the room half naked with only a towel covering the lower half of his body. No sane person could have paid attention to anything beside Ben. He walked across the set with a straight back, a wide and happy grin across his face, securely holding the top of his towel around his waist. Even if you wanted to look away, you couldn’t have possibly forgotten the view. He wasn’t just a great company, but a very handsome one to look at.

“Prop-girl, that table won’t set itself,” you heard a grumpy voice from behind you and quickly started to set the cutleries and plates in an orderly fashion. Knowing you had to work quickly finally diverted your attention from Ben and the steamy scene about to happen. It wasn’t their first time acting out their bedroom scene and each time it got even more heated. The director didn’t seem to be happy with the outcome, so he kept pushing them to do it over and over again. As you arranged the fruits in a small wooden basket, you tried to forget the tiny little weight settling in your stomach, jealousy resurfacing within you. Knowing you had no right to be jealous as a mere friend, you always attempted to mask it.

As you finished setting the table, you walked back to the gigantic prop room and started searching for another set of objects for the same scene. Each day you arranged everything in an orderly fashion, but many of you worked on different scenes, so it was inevitably a mess most of the time and things were never where you left them. You heaved a heavy sigh, trying to calm yourself down, knowing it would take ages to find what you were looking for and a frustrated state would not help your case.

“Hey, prop-girl, is the scene ready?” you heard the same grumpy voice again. It was your boss, Jerry who seemed to have a grudge against you even though you never talked back to him or went against his orders.

“Not yet, I’m trying to find the cushions for the sofa,” you replied quickly, searching on the shelves, the floor, even in the bin bags that you used to store curtains, tablecloths and bedding sets. “Ah, here,” you exclaimed excitedly as you rushed back to the set, arranging the cushions on the sofa and the armchair beside the table.

“Next time try to be quicker,” he groaned with a disgusted look on his face and left the room. You grimaced at the man, scrunching your nose, his behaviour irritating you each day just a little more.

“That’s not very professional,” you heard a voice from behind you, making you jump. Placing a hand above your heart, you took deep breaths as you turned around to look at your unexpected visitor, although his voice already gave him away. However, this time, to your disappointment, he was wearing a shirt. “Did I scare you?” he asked with an innocent expression.

“No, I just like jumping,” you retorted in a sarcastic manner, making him chuckle, revealing the little crinkles beside his dark irises.

“Sorry, I meant to surprise you, not scare you,” he apologised with a sheepish smile, one that reassured you his apology was anything but genuine.

“Your face doesn’t match your words,” you replied with a half-smile, knowing you couldn’t be mad at him.

“And I thought I was a better actor,” he huffed in fake annoyance. “I’m a fraud,” he added with a grin. But then his expression changed to a more serious one and although he was wearing a smile, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m curious. Why do you let him talk to you like that?” he asked, his smile completely disappearing.

“Ben—,” you sighed as you called his name. “it’s complicated,” you tried to avoid the subject, but he didn’t seem to want to let it go just yet.

“You don’t have to argue, you could just tell him that the way he talks to you makes you uncomfortable,” you knew he just wanted to help, but even the thought of having a conversation with Jerry was tiring. Overthinking was one of your strongest personality traits and to get into a confrontational situation, you needed to mentally prepare, possibly practice different scenarios in which you’d act out what you’d say and how he could react. The simple thought of putting so much effort into such a small issue discouraged you already.

“It’s not that big of a deal. He is just grumpy,” you replied. “Honestly, I don’t want to argue, and I know him, he has been my boss for months and it’s not the first time I am working with him. Sure, he is inconsiderate and fairly annoying, but he is good at his job, he is just not good at communication,” you added.

“That’s not really an excuse, is it?” Ben asked with a frown. “He is in a leading position. He should learn how to communicate, how to manage his people. Mood should not be an issue on a daily basis,” he groaned, dissatisfied by your logic.

“I love that you are so worried, but I’m a big girl, I’m quite sure I can take care of myself,” you offered him a reassuring smile and walked past him to finish the last touches in the room.

“A strong and independent woman,” he chuckled. “You never fail to mention,” he added, making you let out a quiet snort. You could feel his eyes on you as you were moving around, taking care of the smallest little details, the angle of the napkins, the bows on the curtains, the corners of the cushions. As you finished the table, or so you thought you did, you frowned at the sight of the empty wooden basket in the middle of the table. You could clearly recall filing it up with fruits, but they were nowhere to be found.

“I’m telling you we have a thief in this place,” you huffed, throwing your hands in the air, earning a chuckle from Ben.

“What’s the problem?” he asked with a wide grin across his face, his happiness at your misfortune slightly irritating you.

“Each time I use real food as props, someone eats them. This is not a restaurant for god’s sake,” you whined as you headed back to the kitchen to pick up another batch of apples and pears. Ben followed you diligently as if he had no better things to do. You quickly halted and turned around, causing Ben to run into you. He got hold of your waist, steading both of you, before you could have fallen to the ground.

“Why did you stop so abruptly?” he asked with a deep frown, his face ever so close to yours. For a moment you forgot how to talk, how to articulate not even a sentence, but a single word. Your heart was beating in your throat, your pulse rushed through your veins, whilst your chest decided to ignore all the air you so desperately tried to inhale in the slowest of pace. Quickly scolding yourself, you collected all your strength and opened your mouth to talk.

“Why do you keep following me? Don’t you have somewhere to be?” you asked, shaking your head with a suspicious smile, trying to mask how much his closeness affected you, whilst being curious about his intentions.

“Not right now,” he said as he stepped back, watching you, studying you, his gaze penetrating yours, making you slightly flustered. You could feel your cheeks heat up at his intense gaze, starting your heart off in an even quicker pace. Ben was anything but a good influence on your physical and mental health. If it wasn’t your heart going mad for him, then your mind betrayed you.

“Well then find something,” you added, ruder than you wished you had. Trying to regain your self-control, you turned around and continued to walk towards the kitchen.

“I did,” he replied quickly as he started following you. “I’m assisting you,” he chuckled, earning a heavy sigh from you. As much as you enjoyed his company, his presence was anything but helpful when you were supposed to be concentrating on your work. You shook your head in a reply and as you arrived at the kitchen you picked up the fruits you needed and brought them back to the set, placing them where they were supposed to be before someone decided to stuff themselves with the props once again.

“Ben?” you called out to him, earning a humming sound from him. “Would you mind not staring at me?” you asked as you turned around, leaning against the table with your arms folded in front of your chest.

“I’m not staring. I’m observing,” he replied with a mischievous smirk.

“It’s the same thing,” you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t possibly hide the tiny smile in the corner of your lips. He certainly had a way with words and sometimes it made you feel as though you were losing against him in a battle. “Please, just go and do something. You will have to film the next scene soon,” you added, begging him to give you some space to be able to concentrate on anything but him for a second.

“Fine, I actually have to revise some of the scripts,” he grimaced, although you knew he loved practicing his lines, he loved his job after all.

“Do you want me to wait for you after you finish?” you asked and the wide, enthusiastic grin spreading across his face, made you return his expression. His smile was powerful and whenever he was happy it seemed to be affecting everyone around him, including you.

“Sure, we will finish in a couple of hours,” he nodded and waved at you as he walked back to his trailer. It wasn’t a rare event that you waited for one another and whilst you knew he only thought of it as friends hanging out, for you they meant more. Being with Ben felt like hope, even if deep down you knew you were to remain friends. It hurt, it often left you wondering how you would be able to get over him, but in the end, just being beside him made you the happiest you have ever felt, and you didn’t want to lose that even if you had to stay just friends.

It was rather dark and chilly outside by the time Ben finished. As you looked at his trailer and his silhouette appeared from time to time behind the closed curtain of his window, you knew he was rushing to get ready. You knew that the shooting never finished in time, but you still waited, because even if you could only spend half an hour with him, it was more than worth it.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologised as he stepped out of his trailer, closing the door behind him. Half of his jacket was hanging on his side, whilst his other arm already slipped into the other sleeve. His hair was a mess and the belt of his trouser was undone. He was anything but ready to leave.

“I honestly don’t mind waiting, especially when you look like a mess,” you giggled at his state.

“Not funny. I didn’t expect to finish so late,” he replied as he slipped his arm into his sleeve and did his belt.

“It’s fine, don’t worry,” you smiled gently, reassuring him that it was okay. “Do you want to grab something to eat?” you asked as you looked at your watch. “It’s only 10pm so we are not that late,” you added.

“Sure, we can grab something. Maybe we could go to that little pub right beside your flat,” he suggested, and you nodded in agreement. You quite regularly visited that old Irish pub, loving the happy expression on Ben’s face as he explained how much it reminded him of the proper English pubs he grew up around, making him nostalgic. At those times he always told you stories about his past, his childhood, his family and you could have watched endlessly as he drowned in the mass of stories with a cheerful smile and blushing cheeks. You always found it interesting that people barely recognised Ben, but you didn’t mind, because at least you could have him all to yourself even if for just a couple of hours.

It didn’t take you long to arrive at the pub, the taxi Ben called took you there in about 20 minutes. As soon as you stepped inside and took a table, sitting beside each other, you ordered a burger off the menu whilst Ben asked for a fish and chips. Of course, alcoholic beverages could not have been ignored in a pub nor did they stop coming. After the first beer came the second and after the second came the third, but as soon as you reached the 5th round, you couldn’t possibly tell how many you had drank after. You felt tipsy, the pub seemed way too warm for your liking. The music was fairly loud as well, but Ben sat close enough for you to be able to hear him just fine. You have been joking about the silliest things, both of you clearly intoxicated, but daring not to admit your defeat.

“I’m not drunk,” he said, pointing at you with his index finger and a proud smirk across his face. “I’m just very happy,” he added to clarify his state.

“Happiness doesn’t make your words slurred,” you retorted quickly, catching him off guard, chuckling at his surprised expression. He was searching for the right words, almost straining himself in the process, but he didn’t seem to find them.

“Whatever,” he scoffed, but attempted to have a straight face, trying to maintain his pride.

“We are both a bit tipsy, so you are not alone,” you admitted, trying to make him feel a little better, and according to the increasingly growing smile on his face, you seemed to have been successful.

“You just admitted that you are tipsy,” he said with a proud grin. “But I never did,” he chuckled triumphantly.

“You little rascal,” you shook your head, but you had to admit that alcohol and Ben’s closeness was anything but a good influence on your judgment.

“You know, I was wondering about something,” Ben started, catching your attention and curiosity.

“Yeah, what about?” you asked with a questioningly raised brow.

“Why are you so bothered about someone stealing the prop food?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, making you frown. You expected any kind of subjects, but work in that moment. Although it wasn’t unusual, that’s what connected you in the first place.

“Because they are basically eating up my work? Those props are there for a reason. We have a kitchen they can use if they wish to. I have hours of work in those tiny little details so someone stuffing themselves with my work is just frustrating,” you huffed, slightly annoyed at the thought of someone messing with you regardless of it being intentional or unintentional.

“It really does frustrate you, doesn’t it?” he asked as he took a swig of his beer.

“Yes, it’s quite irritating. I just want to know who is doing this to me and why it is so necessary,” you grimaced as you joined Ben in emptying your bottle.

“Have you ever thought about the option that someone might eat your props for the sole purpose of getting your attention?” he asked, shrugging his shoulders.

“What do you mean?” you furrowed in confusion.

“I mean, maybe they want you to think about them,” he tried to clarify.

“Highly unlikely,” you replied with a scoff and disbelieving smile. “And how could I even think about someone whose identity I don’t even know?” you asked, trying to argue his theory.

“Maybe it’s not the identity that they want you to think about, but just their existence. Maybe they like you, but they don’t dare to reveal themselves because they don’t want you to be disappointed or possibly, they don’t want to ruin something. Maybe it’s a childish approach, but they might have thought if they told you that they liked you, it would ruin a friendship,” he said, nonchalantly sipping on his drink, but he didn’t look at you, instead his eyes wandered around the place as if he had never seen it before.

“Ben, do you know who it is?” you asked, being suspicious about his very detailed reply.

“How would I know?” he asked with an innocent expression, making you feel even more curious about his monologue.

“Well, for one you were very detailed in your reply. Two, I just feel like you know more than I do,” you replied with a deep frown across your brows, feeling as though even the last drop of alcohol evaporated from your body.

“I just imagined what I would do if I was that mysterious thief,” he replied in a casual tone, but you just knew him enough to realise that his behaviour was more than unusual. You could have blamed it on the alcohol, his still slightly slurred speech and lack of attention were a sign of him being intoxicated, but there was just something bugging you about him.

“Nah, you know something,” you added as you slipped closer to him in your booth, placing your hand on his arm, your eyes fixed on his, trying to get him to talk with a stern look across your face. Trying to seem serious, you wanted him to spill his secret. You were convinced that you had a firm stance and that Ben would give it up any time.

But he didn’t. Instead he bursted out laughing and reached for your head, petting your hair with a sweet smile across his face. “You’re adorable when you want something,” he chuckled.

“You’re unbelievable,” you huffed, pouting.

“Come on, don’t pout, it makes you even more adorable,” he laughed, his cheeks blushing as he watched your childishly sulking form.

“I’m a grown up woman, I’m anything but adorable,” you retorted in an annoyed tone.

“Then you are cute,” he corrected himself.

“I’m not a child, I’m not cute,” you huffed, feeling frustrated, crossing your arms in front of your chest, showing just how much you despised his adjectives. You sank into the leather seat, trying to hide away from the enjoyment he felt in treating you like a small child.

“What do you want me to call you then, huh?” he asked, but this time there was no smile on his face or a humorous tone in his voice. He looked serious, somewhat determined. “Should I call you sweet and kind?” he asked as he leaned closer. “Or would you prefer pretty? Maybe beautiful and charming?” he continued, instantly decreasing the gap between the two of you after each word. “Or stunning, is that it?” you gulped, feeling startled by the mere inches between you and Ben. You weren’t sure what kind of game he played, but you have never seen him act like that before.

“I—,” words didn’t come, your brain gave up on you. There was just you and Ben’s beautiful dark eyes, blushing cheeks, stubbly jaw and slightly pink lips only inches away from you. That gap he has left between the two of you felt like both physical pain and a life-line you held onto before you could have done something you knew you would have regretted.

“I’m just messing with you,” he chuckled lightly, somewhat awkward as he leaned back into his place, leaving you disappointed as you let out a heavy sigh. For a second you thought he wanted to kiss you, that he was so close because he felt what you did. But soon your foolish thoughts disappeared, realising just how silly they made you look. As if he would ever feel more than friendship, when he was surrounded by hundreds of beautiful women every single day. You knew comparing yourself to all those stunning people wasn’t healthy, but by your train of thoughts they kept you humbled and down to earth.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable,” he quickly added as he realised how awkward you seemed. Making him feel guilty was the last thing you wanted to do, so you quickly put on a fake smile and shook your head.

“No, no, it’s completely fine,” you tried to reassure him. “I think we should go. We might have drank a bit too much and we have work tomorrow,” you tried to save yourself from further embarrassment.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” he said, quickly standing up, even stumbling slightly. “Oh, that was unexpected,” he chuckled and even against the weird atmosphere, you could couldn’t stop yourself from giggling at his clumsiness.

“I think that just shows how right I am, as always,” you grinned proudly, nudging his shoulder. He just shook his head and quickly asked for the bill. Before you could have even protested, he paid for the food and drinks already. Although you tried to scold him, he just shushed you and attacked your previous statement about how you were always right except when you weren’t.

As you walked towards your flat, you hooked your arm with Ben’s, just like you always did. It seemed strange at first, you still felt somewhat uncomfortable, but there was also some kind of a comfort in being so close to him even though he felt unreachable. However Ben was slightly distracted, he kept looking around as if searching for something or someone, but it was a rather quiet night.

“Is everything okay?” you asked with a suspicious gaze fixed on his handsome face. He halted and turned to you with a serious expression, one that clearly said he had something on his mind, something he wanted to say out loud, but he just couldn’t find the words.

“I really need to tell you something, but I’m not sure now is the right time,” he spoke finally, his words conflicting.

“Well, if you don’t feel like telling me now, you can tell me tomorrow. We will meet anyway,” you added reassuringly, trying not to pressure him.

“ I know,” he heaved a heavy sigh. “But I have been keeping this in for so long, I really feel the need to say it, but at the same time I’m also quite intoxicated which is messing with my head,” he explained and you weren’t sure how to reply. You were of course curious and wanted to know what he wanted to tell you, but at the same time you didn’t want to press him.

“I can’t help you with that, Ben,” you replied. “If you have something to tell me, it’s up to you, although you made me curious now,” you smiled sweetly, trying to lift the serious atmosphere brought up on your pair.

“You know, you were curious why I knew so much about your little prop-thief, right? And I did say that I didn’t know, but I wasn’t telling you the truth,” he confessed, but you didn’t know how to respond. There were so many questions in your head. Why would he lie? Who could it be? Why did they do it? But you weren’t sure what to ask exactly. Luckily you didn’t have to ask anything as Ben decided to continue his monologue. “I wanted to tell you who it was, but it’s not easy to talk about,” he sighed heavily, trying to collect the right words. “When you like someone, it’s hard to tell them, but even harder if you know that it could potentially ruin a friendship that you don’t want to lose. Stealing prop foods or not, that was just a childish way to deal with it, but I thought even if you didn’t know who I was, it would leave you curious and even without an identity I could occupy your thoughts. I thought it was better to remain friends than to ruin any connection we have had, but blame it on the alcohol or the fact that we spend so much time together recently, I just don’t want to hide it anymore,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, waiting for a reply from you, but you were just stunned.

Your eyes widened at the realisation, your lips parted as though you were a gaping fish. “You like me?” you asked as if his confession wasn’t enough, you needed reassurance.

“Yes, I do like you,” he admitted, playing with his short beard, awkwardly running his fingers through his already messy hair. He didn’t dare to look at you, his eyes wandered around the street, focusing on anything but you in that moment, fearing to see rejection in your eyes and so he couldn’t possibly see the slowly growing smile across your face.

“And what would you say if I said I have liked you too?” you asked with a cheeky grin on your face. Ben almost got a whiplash as he turned to you with a shocked expression, one that clearly showed your reply was anything, but expected.

“You have?” he asked with an uncertain tone, but with a tiny smile in the corner of lips and a hidden enthusiasm.

“Yes, for a while now actually,” you chuckled happily.

“You haven’t said anything,” he added questioningly.

“Well, you’re my friend and just like you, I didn’t dare to ruin what we had. And if you haven’t noticed, you’re a well-known actor, Ben, I couldn’t possibly say anything. I didn’t believe I had a chance beside all those beautiful actresses you are working with��”

“You are beautiful,” he cut in quickly.

“—so, I stayed quiet and decided to remain a friend of yours,” you chuckled at his compliment, still feeling as though you were in a dream, as if it wasn’t reality.

“I mean it. You’re stunning, you’re funny, you are such a hard-working person. It’s you that I like not them,” he added with a relieved smile.

“I have to admit, it’s hard to believe,” you chuckled awkwardly. “Do you maybe want to go up to my flat and talk there so we are not this exposed?” you asked quickly, not wanting to discuss your feelings in the middle of the dark street.

“Of course!” he replied and started leading you to your flat. You shook your head, feeling giddy in his presence, giving him a small peck on his cheek, earning a proud smile from him, one that was rather childish than manly, but if anything that made you even happier.

You were about a couple of streets away from your flat, but trying to contain the wide grin from appearing on your face seemed to be an even harder task than you wished to admit. Ben wasn’t blind though, he could see the smile you fought hard against and he couldn’t stop himself from mirroring your expression. He looked around, searching for paparazzi, but found none. Firmly holding onto your arm in his, he pulled you into a small ally, with a playful grin across his face. You squeaked in surprise as you felt the pulling force from Ben and seconds later the cold wall behind your back.

“Why are you trying to hide your smile?” he asked with a playful chuckle.

“I’m not, it’s just hard to believe,” you replied, still feeling uncertain about the situation.

“Maybe if you let me kiss you, that would make it easier for you to believe,” he leaned closer, running his tongue across his bottom lip. That simple movement left you breathless as you swallowed hard, and your gaze seemed to remain on his lips. But as much as you wished Ben to lean closer, he kept the distance. You wanted to nod, say yes, let out any kind of embarrassing noise of approval, but you found any kind of interaction impossible.

Instead, you grabbed his belt and pulled him closer, standing up on your tiptoes, capturing his lips with yours. For a moment Ben was caught off guard, he didn’t expect your reaction, but he didn’t need long to return the kiss just as hungrily as you did in the first place.

You have dreamt of kissing him, wrapping your arms around his neck, whilst his hands drew random circles on your back, but your dreams were nothing compared to reality. Ben’s hold on your waist was firm, but still gentle and his lips against yours felt as though they belonged to you. You couldn’t explain the weakness in your knees, the butterflies in your tummy or the complete emptiness in your mind. There was just Ben and you in that moment and you would have given anything for it to stay like that. But air was something of necessity and when you parted, Ben leaned his forehead against yours matching the rhythm of your heavy breathing.

“That, I think, made it more believable,” Ben spoke up first, making you giggle.

“A few more and it will,” you replied in the same playful manner. “On a side note though, before we go anywhere, you have to promise me that you stop eating my props,” you added, your tone scolding, but humorous.

“If—, I repeat if you kiss me like that every time I feel like stealing your props, then we can work out a deal,” he grinned proudly.

“That’s blackmail, mister,” you exclaimed, but your smile gave you away.

“And what a good one,” he smirked, mentally patting his own shoulder. “Is that a deal then?” he asked.

“Fine! But you better stay far away from my work,” you added in a mock seriousness, knowing even if he did try to steal again, you wouldn’t be able to stay mad at him.

“I think I can manage that,” he chuckled before he closed the gap between you, indulging in the moment a bit longer, knowing both of you have been eagerly waiting to be close to each other.

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Kissing in the rain

Pairing : Ben Barnes x reader

Summary : You're a college student. After finishing your last class, you saw Ben waiting for you in the rain.

Warining : It will melt your heart. That's all.

Word count : 522

A/N : It's downpour for a while in my place. And I just thought and write this immediately. Hope you guys like it.

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It’s been raining for a couple of hours. You’re sitting in your last class, waiting for the professor to say “All right, that’s all for the day.” And it’s also the last lesson of this week.

The bell rang.

“Finally. I’ve waited for this moment like my whole life” Your friend said happily.

You both laughed, held each other hand, and walked out the class door.

Looking out the window, you saw the heavy rain. It’s not going to stop soon - You thought. U hate rain, like all the time, ‘cause you think is too loud, and makes things get dirty. But today, something’s changed, you felt exciting in this torrential rain.

Alice - your friend had some works have to be finished at the end of the day, so she said goodbye to u, and stayed at the library for a few hours.

You kept walking to the main door of the building.

“It’s raining cats and dogs” You murmured.

Suddenly, you saw the figure of a tall person. It’s familiar.

“Ben”.

You shouted. That’s your love, who’s waiting beside his car, holding the gray umbrella - classy Ben.

Didn’t wait any longer, you ran as fast as you could toward his opened arms. The water splashed all around.

“Be careful, honey” Ben said outloud

And you quickly rush into his firm chest - where you always feel happy in.

You kept smiling “Hi baby, miss you”

“What’s so funny, y/n? “ He asked curiously. “You don’t always be happy in this kind of weather.”

Of course, he always understands you.

“ Guess what ?… I just passed my final essay. I think I will get out of this university very soon. And I can continue on my traveling schedule.”

He hugged you tighter and kissed your forehead “ Congratulations, my dear. Do you want to go anywhere to celebrate this?”

Ben’s always let you choose everything: where to eat, which Netflix film to watch, and even the flavour of ice cream.And he’s also done as you want - keep this relationship secret. ‘Cause Ben’s a famous actor and u are just a college student. To be honest, you dont want to have any attention. Your life has already been a mess.

“Anywhere. Now you can drive me anywhere with u. It’s up to you. With this energy, I even can climb a mountain “ You said certainly.

Looking deeply into your eyes, Ben couldn't hold himself anymore. He dropped his umbrella, and laid tenderly kiss. You didn't be surprised at all. You kissed him back like no one surrounded you guys right now.

Suddenly he stopped, moved you quickly, and said “Oh I’m sorry y/n. We’re at your university. Let’s go to my car and drive somewhere else.”

“Screw them. I don't care anymore.” You answered and grabbed his head closer, guided him to your lips. You both kissed each other delicately, sometime you just paused to get some air and come back to what you’ve done. Never have you done this in public, but you didn’t care about anything. Right now, you just focused on Ben - your love.

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demigoddessqueens · 3 years

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Watching the Ben Barnes video like

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/30106230/chapters/74154360

DARKLING X READER fanfic

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kashimos-hajime · 4 years

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ACT I

you are a serpent parading as a white knight and i am the maiden who knows better and falls anyway you are the master to my puppet strings but you don’t feel like a master and these don’t feel like strings is this what love is in the wake of devastation?

ACT II

this love was just beginning to bloom this love still lives in the aftermath of your destruction i don’t want it to, yet it survives; an aching, somber thing in my chest it must be real. nothing else carves a soul hollow like love.

but it is not as heavy as my rage, an unsettled storm, the ocean before a flood you once said we were similar, you and i you may grow to regret that comparison. you will. i will make sure of it.

— vengeance will not be sweet, but it will be necessary (h.a.l) | written for @the-darklings

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holden-caulfield · 3 years

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Still Mine?

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REQUESTED: "Umm... something arranged marriage ....for some darkling X reader X Alina angst ...but with a happy ending"

SUMMARY: reader is betrothed to the darkling but she catches him kissing alina.

WARNINGS: questionable behaviour ig

WORD COUNT: 791

A/N: conflicted about this one, i wanted to make the ending sad so bad but i managed to restrain myself😌

You had learned to know him, understand him and yet you couldn't comprehend the scene you were witnessing: your betrothed kissing, no, devouring the newly arrived sun summoner.

You were actually taking quite a liking on her; she was quick-witted, and a genuinely nice person. That was until she decided to lay her oh-so-special lips on your fiancé. Or was it him who made the first move?

It couldn't be, no. Not after what you had been through together.

You could have expected it before you had shared so many intimate moments together, before he had caressed your skin as if it was sheer porcelain, scared to even dent you, before he whispered small 'i-love-you's, without a reason, without a motive.

Was it all just a trick? Was he deceiving you just like he was deceiving her? You reckoned it made sense. He was the Darkling. Such a powerful man with such a hunger for power had everything to gain from a poor naive Alina Starkov and her innate gift.

Just as he had everything to gain from you, or rather the union between him and you, the heir of Fjerda. Your union symbolized peace, a future in which Ravkan and Fjerdans wouldn't have slaughtered each other in the name of their homeland.

But that was not what he sought after, it was the kings' will. That's why you weren't really hopeful at the beginning: you weren't expecting a rosy future with Ravka's most feared man.

It was unexpected really, to find kindness where you thought lived only darkness. Under that pitch-black kefta lied a man, nothing more and nothing less. A man that was worth loving and that was capable of love in return.

Or so you thought. Seeing him kissing Alina was heartbreaking, you felt that darkness that he would usually summon to fight his enemies pool inside you, slowly taking over your mind.

You stormed out of the room, unable to think clearly, shadows clouding your head.

He must have heard you, for you felt footsteps approaching. It seemed only reasonable to quicken your step.

"Y/n! Y/n, please wait!" it was most unusual to hear him call after someone, to hear him scream after someone. He had never been the kind of man that pursued people, unless it was his mission, but even then he had soldiers for a reason.

You didn't stop, would you even have been able to face him in your current state? Unlikely.

"Y/n! Please." he stopped dead in his tracks. That last word a total plea, a hopeless call.

You stopped too. Unsure of why, you stopped.

"There is a reason."

"I would very much like to hear it, then." your tone was calm, but with anger pouring out of every word.

"She was nothing, she is nothing." he was slowly approaching you, his footsteps light and steady against the marble floor.

"It didn't seem so."

"She has gotten the wrong idea, you know i would never, y/n."

"Do i?" it was a genuine question, could you really trust him? Was every word he spoke, every gesture he accomplished really truthful?

"You do. You must know it." he stopped right behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders, turning you around.

Your eyes, threatening to let out tear after tear, stared right up at him and you could sense honesty behind his own. But could you be sure?

"I would never hurt you, y/n. That was not meant to happen."

"But it did. And you didn't seem eager to stop it." you seethed, every word dripping with hurt, the scene still replaying in your head, each time more painful.

"Do you really think that?" now it was his own words coated in hurt, but you didn't care, not when they were spoken by the lips that he had just used to kiss her.

"You looked quite busy back there."

He took your face in his hands, something he had done countless times before that seemed now wrong, inappropriate.

"We need her to save Ravka, but i didn't kiss her."

"But you let her."

"A mistake i'm not willing to make again, not with you by my side."

You stared into his eyes for a long time, trying to decipher the true meaning behind his words.

"Still mine?" he whispered, his voice reverberating in your ears being the only sound you could, and wished, to hear.

You gazed at him for another intense moment in which his deep eyes scrutinized every single aspect of your face, as if to remember it next time he met with Alina. He didn't need that to have the power, to have her; he had you already.

"Always yours."

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sumsebien · 3 years

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how i won the war (3/3) // the darkling

p‌art 1 // part 2 // masterlist

summary: sun summoner!yn becomes general but at what costs?

pairing: the darkling x fem sun summoner! yn

warning: mention of death, spoilers for the show and the first book, if you don't like darkling please don't read this

word count: 4.6k

a/n: i wasn't going to write this but look at where we are :))

Y/N didn’t know what she expected when she closed her eyes that night and called for the dark. To save Ravka? To protect herself? To prove something to Baghra? But she knew when she told David to put the chains around Aleksander, he would never forgive her.

She couldn’t shake the look in his eyes when he realized what had happened. He wasn’t angry, didn’t scream “traitor!”, didn’t fight off the chains. In a way, she wished he’d done those things. That she would have understood. Instead, he gazed up at you, his hands bound, knees bent.

“Is this what you wanted, Y/N?” he said. His voice broke, shattering her too.

She couldn’t give him an answer. Because the truth was that she didn’t have one. What do you want?

“Miss Y/L/N-?”

Y/N snapped out of her daze, finding herself in the well-lit throne room. She was in Os Alta, not Tsibeya. And in front of her was the King, not Aleksander on his knees.

“I apologize, moi tsar-”

He didn’t care for your excuse, continuing with his speech, “On behalf of Ravka, we commend you on uncovering this treasonous scheme, bringing us one step closer to uniting our great nation…”

The king went on but she just let his words glide by, distracted by the ache on her collarbones, still raw where the antlers had been mended. Luckily, she had a shawl to cover them. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be standing in the middle of the Grand Palace without a leash.

“-And so, for your brave efforts, I, hereby, declare you General of the Second Army.”

She nearly yelled “What?” but she knew better. If there was anything she’d learnt from Aleksander, it was his composure. Even in the most bizarre situation...like this one. Next to the King stood-No, it can’t be. She closed her eyes. This cannot be it. Opening them again, she saw, still standing there, Aleksander. He was right in front of the guard. Yet none of them seemed to notice anything wrong. Not even when he began to walk down the steps towards her.

“What is there to think about?” the King snapped, slamming his grubby fingers against the throne.

Aleksander stood in her way, his tall gait blocking her view of the King. He was still him, jet black hair perfectly combed back, kefta pressed neatly. Still more poised and elegant than she could ever be.

“Are you saying no to your King?”

“No!” she threw her hands up. Aleksander arched his brow.

“Miss. Y/L/N-” the King warned.

She sucked in a deep breath, looking at her feet to avoid the piercing gaze Aleksander was giving her. “What I meant, moi tsar, is thank you for this honor. I will not let you down.” As she said it, Aleksander walked closer and closer to her, sending her heart pounding, the antlers almost burning her skin from within. But before he could reach her, he disappeared, dissolved into thin air. A cruel joke.

The King laughed, “You had better not, General. I have your first assignment.”

She shook the image of him from her head, his gaze, his voice, his touch, “Yes, anything, moi tsar,”

“I want you to decide how we are to punish the traitor and his mother.”

...

The first time they met, Aleksander used the Cut to kill a man trying to harm her. She didn’t know what it was. Just that one moment, there was a man. And a blink of an eye later, in his place were nothing more than pieces, lying on the ground like a broken china. She yelled, crawling away and shutting her eyes to try and make the horrid images disappear. They never did.

When Y/N arrived at the Little Palace, one of the first things she did was ask Baghra what it was. She described what she had seen from the shadow blade to the peculiar way the man was cut up into fragments. The little old lady gave Y/N nothing more than a glare and a kick on the calf, demanding her to get on with her work.

That night, Aleksander found her in the gardens, breaking up fallen twigs and idly throwing them onto the ground. A small bunch had already gathered at her feet when he sat down.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” asked Aleksander, drawing her attention to him.

“Yes,” she nodded, letting go of the branch in her hand immediately.

He had seen it. Her face began to heat up as she shoved her little collection underneath the bench with the back of her heel.

“Too beautiful to be wasted on some silly matter,” he continued, looking into her eyes. “Tell me what’s on your mind and I might just be able to help you with it.”

“General, what happened that day we met? What killed the man?” she asked.

The fold between his brows smoothed over when he learned what had been plaguing her. “Ah, I knew you would ask me that.”

“I tried to ask Baghra. She kicked me.”

He smiled, “Of course she did.”

“Will you tell me?”

“I will teach you, so long as you use it responsibly. Do I have your word, Miss Y/L/N?”

“I promise.”

…

“With all due respect, sir, this is a mistake. Baghra has done nothing wrong. She’s innocent,” Y/N argued, going to tell the tale of how she’d told Y/N the identity of her son and the way to fight him. Not to mention she was the only person qualified to teach Grishas how to harness their powers. Without her, the Second Army would not be the same.

The King seemed displeased by the fact that he was wrong but he agreed to let Baghra go. “Then how do you suggest we go about this business?”

“Baghra was the one who advised me to do this. She should go free, sir.”

He waved his hand, “Fine. But she’ll be put under supervision.”

Y/N sighed in relief, “Thank you, sir-”

“And the Heretic?”

“Prison, sir. We’ll design a cell for him that he can’t escape and-“

“And risk another coup? No, the Heretic must be executed.”

Death? This was no longer a matter of simply punishing a criminal. It was a demonstration of power to anyone who may be watching, a warning to people who would dare challenge the crown. And she was going to be all alone, the only one of her kind.

The hesitation in her eyes sent the King glaring, eyes narrowed, suspicion rising in the silence, “Do you think treasonous crimes should go unpunished?”

“Of course not, sir-“

“Then I expect to meet you tomorrow morning in the courtyard for the execution,” he said, standing up to leave. “General.”

…

Y/N wanted to scream her lungs out. She had gone straight back to her room, locked herself up and bawled. What was happening to her? She didn’t ask for any of this. She didn’t want to be General. She didn’t know how to be a General. All she knew was that she couldn’t let Aleksander take her power. And in the process, she had taken his everything.

As she sat on the cold bathroom floor, she felt the shadows call to her from underneath the sink, the bath, from the creak in her closet, under the bed. They gathered around her like motherless animals to the first creature they encountered.

She waved it away, turned the other cheek and summoned the light instead. The little ball of the light in her hand illuminated the little corner where she had retreated to, offering a little warmth and comfort. At least, she still had this part of her left. The Sun Summoner.

The ball of light in her hand flickered once before dying in her hands. Not good enough. Baghra would have said. Baghra.

As Y/N flung the doors to her room open, a few maids were already gathered alongside some First Army soldiers in the hall. They gazed at her, wide eyed when they saw the General. Y/N realized her shawl had fallen off inside her room. They scanned her outfit, the bloodstain splattered on the hem of her kefta.

Just like Aleksander would, she heaved a breath, annoyed, “What?”

“We are here to escort you to dinner, General.”

“I will not be having dinner,” she said simply, walking past them.

“But ma’am, may I ask where you’re going?” one of the soldiers asked.

“Do I need your permission to go places now?” she snapped.

Subconsciously, she sent the corridor into an eerie tunnel of darkness, shadows crawling down from the walls, spilling onto the floor like a thick black mist. The soldier dipped his head, apologizing profusely. The others all had looks of fear in their eyes as they cowered away from Y/N. It was the first time any Otkazat'sya had seen the Sun Summoner summon shadows. In a split second, Y/N felt a victorious surge of power. They had feared her.

What was happening to her? The false pride didn’t last, quickly replaced by her own fear of the person she was already becoming. It was pretend at first, an impression of Aleksander but her anger wasn’t. That was real. She’d answered the shadows.

Y/N shook the thoughts from her head. It was probably because she hadn’t slept since the carriage to Tsibeya and that was a day ago. She would love to fall back on the bed, close her eyes and forget everything. But she had to see Baghra, had to know that she was freed before any peace could come next.

The familiar smell of wood on fire filled her nose when she got to the entrance of Baghra’s hut. There were soldiers on guard outside. Y/N sighed, relieved. At least, she was safe. In a way, Baghra’s hut was a reminder of when things were good. Then, Aleksander was General Kirigan to her, Morozova’s stag was just a myth and she was just a Grisha new to power, trying to get control over the magic that resided within her. Y/N made her way down the dark steps, dodging jagged stones poking out from all sides of the cavernous hideout. A person could survive an apocalypse under these roofs. She thought, pushing away a hanging branch.

Before she could turn the corner, a familiar voice croaked, “Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

“Leave,” Baghra waved a dismissive hand, throwing a branch to the hungry flames. The old lady stood straighter, gripping her cane as she threw Y/N a spiteful look, “Why are you here? Don’t you have other places to be?”

Y/N stood there like an idiot, watching as the orange embers rose, threatening to scorch anything in its path. The truth was that she had nowhere else to go and no one to talk to. Staying in her room would drive her insane and she would rather sell her soul before joining the King for dinner. “Please don’t ask me to go. I don’t have anywhere else to turn.”

“You did that to yourself. Toughen up,” Baghra said, her tone ice cold.

With each of Baghra’s words, the destructive monster grew within her, consuming the better part of her judgement until it eventually took over and she broke. “I didn’t ask for any of this! I did as you told me, because you asked me to fight him!”

Baghra refused to turn and look at Y/N, keeping her eyes on the fire. “Did I tell you to bring him back as a captive, to kill him?”

“I tried to ask the King to have mercy. I will help him escape-”

“Not good enough, General. Like everything else you do. Are you that naive? I will lose my son.You are useless now so run. I do not wish to see the face of his murderer.”

Y/N did run. At that point, tears were running down her face like rain. Everything was blurry, everything hurt. It was like she was attacking herself from within, the horrible pressure on her collar bones made her sick. On top of that, the shadows began calling her again, pulling her to them. And this time, she answered.

...

The shadows didn’t come to her like they did in the forest last night. Instead of a thin veil of darkness covering the room, she found herself completely somewhere else. A damp unlit hallway and definitely not the palace’s gardens. In the darkness, he was able to pick up loose details - moldy brick walls, steel bars, the smell of something rotting. And finally, a faint scent of sweet cologne.

“Here to see me, General?”

Aleksander.

Y/N froze. In the far corner, behind the bars was him. Her Aleksander. He stood up when she saw him. He was just the same as he was hours ago. She took a few steps closer so that she could make out the elegant lines of his body draped in his fine kefta, his hair ruffled but more put together than hers could ever be. Still gorgeous.

Y/N fisted her hands, trying to stop them from shaking. “How did you do this? How did you get me here?”

“I didn’t do it. You did,” he said, a strange wonder in his eyes staring back at her.

“I don’t understand,” she shook her head.

“Like calls to like,” he said simply.

And then, it dawned on her. Aleksander had been seeking out her company and in a way, she longed for the comfort that only he could provide. He was right. He was the only one who could understand her struggles from now on with all this power and no clue how to use them. What would she be without him? The thought sent a pang through her chest, a sharp pain tugging at her heart. Nothing.

“Take off the shawl. I want to see them,” he said quietly.

He was the only one who could make a demand sound like a plea. But she hesitated, fingers gently resting on the hem of the soft fabric. She didn’t want to face it - the monstrosity she was going to have to live with for the rest of her life.

“The least you could do is to let me see what your betrayal was worth.”

Y/N dropped her hands. “You betrayed me first.”

Aleksander chuckled, lifting his hands, the shackles rustling against the stone floors. “And yet, I am the one in chains.”

“I-No,” she held up her hand. “You were going to destroy the world. You were going to use my powers to hurt, to kill people. You can’t deny that!”

He nodded, hanging his head in thought before nodding (to her utter surprise). “Yes, you’re right,” he said, wrapping his hands around the bars, “I was going to hurt, to kill but I would never have let them lay a finger on you.”

Her voice lowered into a painful whisper, “No, Aleksander. If it meant serving you a purpose, you would have killed me too.”

“My purpose was you.”

Y/N turned away, “Don’t do this. Don’t lie.”

“I am not lying,” he smiled. “I love you, Y/N.”

Y/N scanned his face. She was mistaken last night. The wondrous glint didn’t die, it still shone bright even from the depths of his dark gaze, piercing through her soul. With her free hand, she reached up to cup his stubbled jaws, running her thumb over his cheek. He let a tired sigh escape his lips, leaning into her palm.

“They want to kill you,” she said.

“I know,” he opened his eyes, holding her hand in his now. “Do you remember the day you met me at the camps?”

She nodded. How could I forget?

“That day, I knew. I knew I was going to live and die for you. And I did and I will,” he tugged gently at her hand, “Can I ask you something of you?“

“What is it?”

“Promise me you will protect us. This world is a cruel place for a Grisha without a banner. Be their banner. Be the leader I know you can be.”

She gulped, giving him a weak nod.

“Good girl,” he smiled, looking at her hand in his. “And tomorrow, they will want to bring me to the guillotine. But I don’t want to die like that-“

She twisted her body, shaking her head to try and get rid of the horrid images he was painting. “Aleksander, no. No. No! I will persuade the King. I will help you escape. I will take out these locks-”

He reached out, grasping her hand again to stop her. He towered over her, his hypnotic eyes demanding her attention. “You can’t,” he whispered, “the locks were made by David himself.”

The humor went unappreciated. It was misplaced. She was in no mood to laugh now.

“Aleksander, I can not kill you.”

“You can and you will. I will not die at the hands of a pathetic little Otkazat’sya.”

The thought of losing him was bad enough, now she was going to have to do it? There was no way she would agree to this crooked arrangement, no matter how much he tried to guilt trip her. He could do it himself.

“Y/N,” he lowered his head to match her gaze, “say that you will. Grant me some peace.”

“I love you, Aleksander,” she whispered.

“Y/N, you have to do it. I will not let myself die like that-”

“Yes. I promise,” she lied.

But he didn’t have to know that. He let his shoulders slump and his muscles relax. Leaning his forehead against the bars, touching hers, their hands still intertwined, he whispered, “I love you, Y/N.”

That was the last image she had of him before she was transported again. He had eyes closed, resting his head against hers with a peaceful look across his features.

When she blinked, she was sucked back into the gardens. It was dark, the sun had gone down, leaving the sky a shade of maroon.

Y/N collapsed onto the floor, sobs escaping her body in violent waves. Somehow, being respected, feared and celebrated for her power could not make her happier than a few moments alone with him.

What if he was the only thing that could balance her out? What would happen when she became too powerful? What if she went mad drowning in her grief and loneliness? What good would she do, then? Would she create another Fold but worse? And above all, selfishly, what if he was the one?

…

The morning came like an uninvited guest. Y/N woke up in her bed with a headache, not knowing how she ended up there. She got dressed in a new kefta that her maids brought in, entirely gold with blue embroidery - the colors of Ravka. She drank her tea, ignoring the rest of her breakfast. She stared out the windows, waiting for a miracle. It’s too rainy to kill him today. The King changed his mind, he wants the Heretic on display. Anything.

“Focus your light into a blade.”

“A blade?” she asked, shooting him a look from over her shoulder. The General stood a step away from her, hands behind his back.

His lips worked into a smile, “A line, then. To make it easy.”

She summoned the light, first in the familiar shape of a sphere and then tried to think as hard as she could of a line. Nothing was happening. The light sat stubbornly over her hand, flickering just to spite her. Behind her, he chuckled quietly. She let her hands fall, turning to face him with slumped shoulders. They had been trying for ten minutes, unfruitfully.

“It’s harder than it looks.”

“It’s really not. Takes a few tries to get it into a blade but after that, everything should be plain and simple.”

“You mean IF I can get it into a blade?”

He laughed, gesturing to her hands, “Try again. This time imagine a line in front of you and fill it with your light.”

There was a knock. It was time. Y/N got up, her cloak dragging behind her. She wasn’t used to all the extra weight of it but she was grateful that it could cover the antlers. The First Army soldiers led her down to the courtyard of the Grand Palace where the King and Queen was there conversing excitedly with a couple of high ranked commanders. Saints, was this even an execution anymore? Y/N looked away, the guillotine he had told her about glimmering in the corner of her eyes.

“General!” the King called, waving her over.

“Moi tsar,” she greeted him before turning to the Queen and her sons - Vasily and Nikolai. Both under 10. Children. Y/N looked at the King and then back at the kids. She didn’t even want to begin imagining the kind of effects this would have on their innocent minds and the type of parents they had who would want them to see this.

“Children, this is the General,” the Queen said. “She will save us all, won’t you?”

Y/N gave a wobbly smile. She was really not sure about that.

The younger boy stuck out his tiny hand, “Nikolai, nice to meet you, General.”

“Nice to meet you, moi tsarevich.”

Vasily pushed his brother, shooting his hand out, “What about me?”

“And you too.”

“Will you stand with us, General?” Nikolai asked, unphased by his brother’s bullying.

“Yes, she will,” the King replied, “She’ll stand right here.”

Y/N forced a grin just for Nikolai. The small boy seemed to not know what was going to happen. He stood happily next to her, tugging at her hand occasionally to point out certain people. His brother was on her other side, glaring at his brother. They were good at distracting her.

“Like this?” Y/N asked, finally forming something that roughly resembled a line in front of her.

“Yes! Like that. Now keep it there,” he said. Then, she felt his hand covering hers, guiding them carefully until the line curved into a blade. “When it’s curved like this, you may propel it forward. If it’s done right then it should be able to slice through just about anything. Ready?”

Y/N nodded. He backed away, giving her the space.

“Aim for the bench,” he said.

The light sliced through the air at her command, eventually reaching the bench and cutting it in half.

“There you go!” he clapped. “You can even do it with one hand.”

Y/N snapped back into reality at Nikolai’s voice, “Is that him, Papa?”

She looked up. Escorted by a group of First Army soldiers and Heartrenders she had never met was Aleksander. He had his head down, hands chained behind his back as they led him all the way up the platform where the executioner awaited him.

As soon as the crowd saw him, they began to whisper in low voices. Yet, she could hear every single one of the things they were saying. Traitor. Heretic. Abomination. He did nothing for this country. He is a heartless monster. I hear he eats children for breakfast.

They gave him dirty looks, some spat on the ground. People who once praised him endlessly for his bravery, vying for his attention.

She found herself, yet again, angry. It was a constant feeling always simmering, waiting for its time to burst. And right now, it was ready to unleash itself on all these people. But then, all her intentions fell away with just one glance. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat when his eyes seeked her out. She could hear him in his gaze.

Kill me, Y/N.

One of the guards cleared his voice, silencing the crowd. “Former General Kirigan, under the command of the wise King of Ravka, you are hereby condemned to death for high treason. Do you have any last words?”

I’m not doing it.

His eyes were on her the whole time, pleading as he recognized the hesitation in her eyes. Aleksander was buying time, pretending to think of his last words until he realized she wasn’t going to do it. Then, he shook his head, one last plea held in his gaze.

“Very well,” the guard waved a signal for the rest to lower him into position, opening the lunette.

Y/N stepped forward. She could feel the shadows calling her again, he was calling her. Her collars ached, her head whirred and her vision went blurry. Everything else melted together in colorful swirls but he was clear as day to her. The first rays of sunlight always brought out the delicacy of his features. He was most handsome in the morning with sleep still burdening his eyes, his voice soft and low. You’re never going to see him, hear him again. Y/N felt like crying, screaming just looking at him and contemplating what he had asked of her.

“Aleksander,” she whispered, her eyes glossy.

He gave her a nod and a smile.

It was time. She nudged Nikolai and Vasily so that they stood behind her. With shaky hands and a blurry vision, she swallowed the lump in her throat, summoning everything with all her might. Not just shadow or light. Both.

I love you.

…

“What’s next?” the boy, just a little over ten asked, practically jumping off of the bed in anticipation.

“Mal, the next part is so good! Just wait!” the girl around his age replied, grabbing onto her friend’s wrist.

Her mom laughed, looking down at her battered copy of Istorii Sankt’ya. The Starless Saint and the Eclipse was always a winner with the kids. She had read it three times to Alina before but this was Mal’s first time. And something told her it wasn’t going to be the last.

She smiled. “The General stepped forward, light bursting in one hand while shadows spilled from the other. In a blink, the Darkling was reduced to nothing more than golden ashes, carried away by the winds. Legend has it, on that day, the Moon met the Sun to create an eclipse in the sky.”

Mal gazed in wonder, his chin held in his hands. Alina clapped, begging for another. “Please Mama! Please tell us another one!”

“I’m afraid that must wait until another time,” she said, closing the book in her lap. “Mal’s parents might worry since their son was yet to be home.”

Alina frowned, “Not yet, Mama. One more about them? The one that’s not in the book.”

“Fine. Just this one.”

The children squealed, nodding rapidly, tucking their hands under their chin.

“Well, there are some who believe that behind the Starless Saint and the Eclipse hid a love story. A story about how she won the war but in doing so, lost her greatest love.”

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standbyu-03 · 3 years

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Giant wheel

Pairing : Ben Barnes x reader

Summary : You hated this world, so you decided to come to the giant wheel, sat there alone. It’s where you met Ben. You said everything about your life to him - a stranger. What will happen?

Warning : fluff, angst, some curse words

Word count : 1.3k

A/N : Should I write a smutty in part 2 ? Let me know what you guys want

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You had been in a mood for a couple of months. So this weekend, after finishing some works, you would go somewhere to relax, to clear your mind after all those shit.

You remembered that someone had told you that “when you're sad, the best thing is to get on the giant wheel and sit there alone”.

So you decided to hurry wrapped your things and went to the nearest giant wheel.

After 45’ of driving, you reached there. A Giant Wheel - literally

It’s not the tourist season, so it’s quite deserted here. ‘Cause you wanted to be alone, you just gave the doorman 100 bucks - which you didn’t know if it’s too much or not, but right now, you didn't even care.

So the man took it, and make the pinky-promise to let you alone in the capsule.

You came in. Finally, you had some privacy here, not like when you in the ground, surrounded by people.

Just a few minutes after that, when you’re ready to go, you heard a loud voice “Open this door, please”

A guy or maybe a man walked in.

“Hey, I gave you money to let me here alone. We made...pinky promise.” You said with shyness.

“This man wants to be alone, too. So I guess I can let you both in the same capsule.” The open-man said that and quickly closed the door.

No sooner than that, the wheel started moving.

“Jerk. I gave him money to be alone. Not like this. No with you. No offense.” You sighed.

This man started saying “How much did you give him ?”

“100 bucks. Crazy, right.”

“Son of the b*tch.”

“Ha, he received your money ?”

“Yep, 50 bucks.”

“I guess we’re both fools to gave that man money.” You exclaimed

“Right.” He chuckled

Then this man thrust out his hand, introduced himself “Ben. Nice to meet you.”

You grabbed his hand “I’m y/n. Nice to meet you too, I guess we’ll stick with each other in the next 30’. “ You smiled

Ben nod slightly

Then you both didn't say anything, Each person did his own thing.

“Why did you want to be alone in here... in this capsule ?” You took a break “You don’t have to answer if you don't want to.”

He shook his head “Nothing’s serious here. I gave my company a day off, they went to an amusement park nearby - which is very childish thing with them. So I decided to come here, get some quiet, and relax.”

You nod. He continued “What’s about you? What’s your story ?”

“Same to you. I want to be alone, stay away from all the noise, everything that goes bad around me.” You sadly said that.

Then you started to cry, it has been such a long time since someone asked about your feeling. You have moved here for 5 months, but didn’t get used to it very well. You didn’t have many friends here.

“Hey hey, calm down y/n.” He comforted you.

Then he said, “If you want to share, I’m here for you.”

“You’ll regret it later.” You smiled slightly

“I won’t.” He confidently asserted

So you didn’t have to hold back your feeling anymore. You told him about your daily life, how suck your boss is, how bad your colleagues are,... every details about your life.

You said like if you didn’t say it now, you’ll be regret it later. ‘Cause you know, when you came out of here, you wouldn’t meet this man again. So...fuck it. You told him everything. Oh one more thing, you told Ben about your ex - who sadly dumped you.

Surprisingly, he concentrated on listening to you, sometime he nodded like an agreement.

After saying that to the guy you have just met, you felt relief.

30’ passed. It’s time for you guys to get down from that wheel.

Walking to the outside of this giant wheel place, you turned around and said to him “Sorry for wasting your time. I talked too much up there, did I ?”

“No, nothing to be sorry here. I chose to listen to you. It’s quite interesting.” He smiled

“Thank you very much. It’s very nice to meet you, Ben. And thanks again for listening to my story, it helped me a lot. So I guess it’s time to say goodbye.” You gave Ben a hug and quickly ran away from him. Sharing about your life, your whole life with the man you just met is released the pressure for you but it’s shame too.

“Wait, y/n” He ran toward you and pulled you back. “Nothing to be a shame here. I know that what you’re feeling right now. What’s about dinner? A dinner - he repeated. After that, we can walk away, like stranger do.” He raised his eyebrow.

“I don't know...” you hesitated

After listening to him for a while, you decided to have dinner with him.

You both felt comfortable when you’re around each other. You told him everything about you and your damn life in the wheel. So in exchange, he told you about his life, his work, his clients,...

You both came to a conclusion “ Fuck. Life sucks.”

To return the meal - which he paid for you - you invited him out for a drink.

Coming out of the bar, both of you staggered, tipsy. You could laugh out loud just by his simple jokes.

Then you hugged Ben, “Now, it’s time to say goodbye. It’s really really nice to have you after all those fucking months.” Then you shyly covered your mouth with your hand “Sorry, bad word”

He giggled “How can I not be in love with you, y/n” He kissed you in your cheek “So I can’t let you go y/n. It’s not ended for us.”

You stepped back “That’s all for us, Ben.” You shook your head “You said you will let me go after dinner, and we just came out from a bar. That’s enough.” You bowed your head.

“What’re you afraid of ?”

“Nothing. But it’s enough for a stranger”

“That what I am for you? Huh, a stranger ?”

You didn’t say anything. ‘Cause deep down in your heart, you knew Ben’s more than that.

He said “I know, I know what’s wrong with you. You’re afraid to love, to be loved, after all shit things with your ex.”

“Don’t say that. That’s hurt.”

“So tell me, what’s wrong if I want to see you again,y/n.” he cupped your cheeks

“Right now. I don’t want a binding relationship. But you’re the good guy, Ben. I can’t hurt you...”

Suddenly you giggled, hardly shook your head, you want to get rid of those ridiculous thoughts

“Why are you smiling. What’s so funny here ?” You could hear the angry in his voice.

“Nothing. Just my stupid needy thought in my mind”

“Needy ?” he curiously asked

Oh, you just said your thoughts out loud, the dirty thought.

You blushed, your cheeks got hotter and hotter.

“Not me speaking, the alcohol did “

“What do you want ? Say it. I don’t think I can say “no” to you, y/n.”

You were drunk. No excuse about that. And you followed his words, said what you wanted “Is there a problem if I want to...fuck you... I want your lips on mine.”

After hearing that, he kissed you hungrily, passionately. His tongue pushed past your teeth, wanted to explore more. The bristles of his beard scratched against your soft cheeks. It’s kinda hurt, but you didn’t care. You moaned and tugged gently on his hair.

Then he stopped “I can do that for you. One night. And we’ll be a stranger in the next morning. I’m a man of my word. I promise”

So you got into his car, let him drove you to his house, and did what he promise to do.

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how i won the war (2/3)// the darkling

part 1 // part 3 // masterlist

summary: general kirigan’s plans backfire. sun summoner!y/n finds herself torn between love and country, truth and deception. (the show but with a twist.)

pairing: the darkling x fem sun summoner! yn

warnings: mention of blood, spoilers for the show

word count: 3k

a/n: the response to the first part was absolutely overwhelming in the best way possible!! so a huge huge thank you to everyone for reading and for your support🥲💕

Y/N slumped her shoulders, trying to understand what was happening. The man who had been nothing but gallant to her was the Black Heretic? She racked her brain, tracing back to every thing he had ever said and done. All of them could simply pass as thoughtful gestures, as nothing more than just him being nice. How could she have known that it was all part of a cruel game?

Baghra kept her voice calm, knowing how much of a shock this must have been for the young girl. “He wants to turn the Fold into a weapon, take over the world. And he will be able to do it now that he has you.”

It was ridiculous how important everyone seemed to make her out to be. Y/N could summon the lights just like an Inferni could summon fire and the Darkling could summon shadows. How would she being here make any difference to his plans? “Me?”

“You. You are everything. With your power and his, nothing can stop him.”

“What if I don’t agree to help him?”

Baghra shook her head. “Unnecessary.”

Y/N cocked an eyebrow. What?

“The stag’s bones can do more than just amplify. They can merge powers. After he finds and kills the stag, he will try to do so, which is where you come in.”

...

When Aleksander returned to the room, Y/N was still there, sitting on the desk just where he had left her. The sight oddly soothed him. He could get used to this.

Y/ N heard the door click open. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest and she prayed he couldn’t hear it.

She wiped the tears from her eyes quickly and put on a small smile. If she was to do the right thing, she was going to have to keep up her naivety and make it look believable.

“We’ll leave tomorrow morning at dusk. Apparently that was when the Tracker found it,” he said, walking around his desk towards her. “I think you had better get some rest now.”

“Yes,” she said, unable to fully meet his gaze without feeling her hands trembling. She pushed herself off of the desk, keeping her eyes on the ground. “General.”

He slipped his hand into hers. His touch still brought fire to her skin. “I never told you my name, Y/N. I apologize.”

“It’s fine,” she shook her head. She would rather not have another lie spoon-fed to her. What was he going to say? Dominik? Igor? Maksimilian? Said he never revealed it to her because it brought shame to him? Because he got it from his long lost predecessor, the Black Heretic?

“Aleksander. Call me Aleksander.”

Four words that spun her into a spiral. He told her his real name. She looked at his hand in hers, his long fingers covering hers. And then she gathered the courage to look him in the eye. His gaze hadn’t changed. Nothing had changed for him. At least, not that he knew of. Yet.

But for her, everything had changed, twice in a matter of moments. Her world ripped in two, leaving her hopelessly torn. She nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Aleksander.”

...

That day, Y/N managed to ignore him. Normally, it wouldn’t have been so easy. He was everywhere, behind every door, on every balcony, in every shadow she saw. But the newly arisen hunt had him busy, probably in the war room strategizing his plans for tonight, for her.

He had sent flowers to her room, though, apologizing for not being able to join her for breakfast and made a promise to see her as soon as he could. For her sake, she hoped that he broke it.

She took her alone time to prepare herself, practiced summoning her light and did her best to remember Baghra’s words. But she would be lying if she said that was all she did.

He was on her mind the entire time, as much as she tried to push him away. There were moments where she wanted to rip her hair out, thinking how much easier it would have been had he lied to her last night before she left.

Things became increasingly harder for her as they began their carriage ride. He kept her in his arms the entire time. It got colder and colder as they neared their destination. Winds rattled the windows, slipping past the gaps, turning the glass foggy and their breaths into smoky clouds.

Her kefta was not enough to save her from shivering. But he was. For a shadow summoner, he was surprisingly warm. And sweet. He made sure she was alright every couple of minutes, offering to stop at every town. She only caught a break when he dozed off. Head tilted back against the leather seat, occasionally tipping towards her. She watched him, her eyes tracing the handsome features she was supposed to despise.

He had been the perfect gentleman. And that worried her. More than ever, she wondered if she should be plotting his demise when all he wanted was to protect her. He wanted her warm, well-fed and safe. And that was more kindness than anyone had ever shown someone like her.

But if she was wrong, there’d be consequences. Fatal ones that would cost countless lives of people all over the world, not just in Ravka.

As she looked out of the windows, the fate of millions weighing on her shoulders, Aleksander woke. “Are you alright?” he asked quietly, pressing his cheek against her temple.

“I’m alright.” Her lips stretched into a small smile, disguising her troubles.

He held the lapels of her kefta, straightening them as he stared into her eyes. His dark eyes the color of the velvet night sky. “Not too cold?” She was about to say no again, stop him before he could suggest another detour. But he continued, “Because if you are, there are a couple of ways we could get you warm again.”

Her gaze leveled with his pink lips which were slightly parted as small puffs of air blew from them.

It was wrong. She should hate him for the things he had done to the world, for what he was going to do.

He inched his face closer, one of his hands slid under her jaw, thumb brushing her cheek, “Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

“General-“ she began, the words dying on her lips as she got lost in his hypnotic touch.

“Aleksander,” he corrected, lowering his eyes to her lips for an extended moment.

“Aleksander, I want you to keep me warm.”

Aleksander bowed his head. It was exactly what he wanted to hear. “As my lady commands.”

And he brought his lips to hers. Her doubts cleared, with his hand pulling her closer by her waist, all she could see was him. She forgot the guilt that weighed on her conscience, all she could feel was him.

When he ran his tongue ran along her lower lip, the world held its breath. In that moment, she understood him when he said there were only the two of them in the world. No one else. Believed him wholeheartedly.

And then, the carriage stopped. Like all good things, their kiss came to an end. Aleksander slowly broke away but his eyes and hands remained on her. He didn’t look like he wanted to let go of her any time soon either. “I adore you, Y/N,” he said, a glint in his obsidian eyes. She focused on it, noticing how the darkness didn’t swallow the spark, rather enhanced it. Could that be them? Her light enhanced by his shadows?

Ivan appeared at the door, knocking against it with an announcement: “I think we’ve found it, sir.”

A quiet sigh escaped his lips, like the thought of leaving her was so burdensome to him. “I’ll go check. Stay here and be safe,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze.

“No! I’ll come with you.”

Aleksander chuckled, nodding his head when she practically leapt out of the carriage after him. “Stay close behind me.” He made sure to get a nod from her before beginning to walk away.

The night had completely befallen upon Tsibeya. Clouds of fog descended on the ground, illuminated by the silvery moonlight. Shadows of skinny, weaving branches printed itself on the stark white grounds.

Aleksander spoke in hushed tones with his Heartrender a couple of steps ahead. Y/N foolishly believed that him distracted would give her the relief she needed to collect herself and make a decision she would not regret. But it only made things worse. If she thought the internal debate she had with herself this morning was bad then this should be considered wholly unbearable.

Whatever came over her moments ago, she had no control over it. It was just a natural, almost instinctive response to his touch. That was scary. If he had that kind of effect on her, how was she going to do as Baghra asked? Should she even be considering it in the first place? There was the possibility of him being an immortal threat to Ravka’s freedom but he could very well be a misunderstood man, her soulmate.

Then she heard it. A crunch in the ground so subtle it could have been lost to a breeze.

Y/N held her breath, turning her head slowly, silently. And there it was. Behind of a tree walked out a magnificent stag. Its antlers formed a circle over its head, mimicking the branches on the trees. In this light, its fur looked almost white, its jet black eyes shining. It looked ahead, towards her. It was so hypnotically beautiful that she could not help but admire like one would a masterpiece in the gallery. She wanted it alive. No she knew it should be kept alive.

Behind Y/N, pistols were being drawn. Sounds that could very well stir the silence and shoo away the stag. Y/N looked back, about to tell Aleksander’s guards to stand down but found that he had already ordered so with the wave of his hand.

She smiled. He didn’t want it dead. He didn’t want to claim its powers. He was a good man. He was her soulmate.

Y/N turned back, feeling safe enough to take one step closer. The stag wasn’t afraid of her, approaching slowly, dipping its head. Confidently she reached out her hand and the stag closed its eyes, allowing her to place her hand on the side of its face. Upon contact, out from around her came the most magical web of light. Much more powerful than she had ever been able to produce on her own. She felt a burst of life coursing through her upon feeling the warmth under its fur, its breath on her hands. This creature was as real as she was. Not a myth or a weapon. And most certainly not a possession for anyone to claim.

She turned around to see Aleksander admiring the light, right behind her, in the force field with her. She gazed at his hands laying on either sides of him and held out her own, wanting him to feel what she felt right then. But as soon as she took hold of his hand, the stag stirred. Startled, it reared, hitting her hand with its hooves and scratching her palm. It made her jump backwards, hitting Aleksander’s chest in the process. A bit of blood spilled from the gash but it didn’t hurt, not did it worry her.

What he was going to do worried her. Filled with anger, he held up his hands, shadows gathering between them. Her eyes widened in absolute horror as she yelled for him to stop. “No! No! Aleksander!” She wanted to take ahold of his hands, ask him to look at her and have mercy for her sake.

But it had already been done.

In a flash, the Cut hurried itself towards the running stag, slicing it in half before it could make its getaway. Its head fell upon the ground, antlers pushing into the snow while its body laid limp, lifeless, bloody against the ground.

Y/N held up her hands to cover her eyes, tears streaming from them as she twisted away. The sight was too gruesome. He was gruesome. Aleksander’s arms wrapped themselves around her shaking frame. And she did everything in her power not to flinch.

“Get me the antlers,” he said, lifting his chin and angling it towards the stag. Her heart fell. He was going to do it. He was the Black Heretic after all. She heard footsteps around her, rustles, grunts as his guards picked up the stag, presumably.

Aleksander pressed his lips to her forehead, still holding her. “Are you alright, darling? I am sorry you had to see that.”

She swallowed a lump in her throat, blinking away her tears. “I am alright,” she lied, wiping her face with the back of her hands.

“Did it hurt you?”

She shook her head, hiding her palm from him. But it was no use anyways, as he had ordered his Healer over to take a look. After her skin healed, not even a scar left behind, Aleksander turned to watch David dissect the antlers. Y/N did too. However difficult it may be, she forced herself to see them saw off two pieces from the stag’s antlers.

“Would you like to wait, sir?” Ivan asked, accompanying David as they brought the antlers to Aleksander. The rest of the stag discarded like a piece of trash. They discussed their plans, plans which she had been warned against by Baghra. They talked about her as if she wasn’t there at all.

She knew what she needed to do. He was not planning on saving this world.

“I think we should. Y/N’s hurt-“

“I am ready,” she said, causing all of their eyes to focus on her. She was ready and she was going to do this tonight no matter what.

Aleksander placed a hand on her back, rubbing some warmth back into her. “Are you absolutely certain? It is late. We can do it in the morning. Anytime you’re ready.”

It was difficult as it was, now with him being all sweet and kind did not help. “No,” she shook her head firmly, looking away from his eyes. “I am fine. I want this now. Please.”

Aleksander blinked. Meanwhile, Y/N gave David the order to go ahead with a simple nod of her head.

“This will enhance your powers greatly,” David explained, balancing the antler on her collarbone. It weighed on her like shackles to a prisoner’s legs, dragging her down with guilt. On the back of Aleksander’s hand was a rounded piece of antler.

Y/N listened to David. Or rather pretended to. Anything to keep herself busy enough not to look at Aleksander. He was watching her, worry clouding his eyes as though he had just watched her getting shot. And she was shot right through the heart, just not by bullets or arrows.

“Both of your powers.”

“Are you ready?” Aleksander asked, receiving a quick nod from Y/N.

David touched the antlers, closing his eyes and began the ritual.

Y/N’s voice was shaking as she repeated Baghra’s words. “Merge powers?”

“He will be able to control your light. But you won’t be able to control his shadows.” She sucked in a dry breath, suffocated by the notion that he wanted to own her. He said she was his equal...Or was that a lie too?

“Unless you resist. Mentally.”

Lights were being drawn from her. Just as before, the beams weaved into an elaborate web, dancing around her. She felt the air knocked out of her lungs, leaving her chest burning. The skin around her collar bones were stretched over the antlers, leaving her raw and itchy.

She shut her eyes, seeing the stag before her like before. But it kept the distance, backing away slowly. She could feel it slip away from her grasps.

“Resist it. Fight him. It cannot be done without consent knowingly or unknowingly.”

She opened her eyes, seeing Aleksander reaching out to her with his other hand. The sight stabbed her in the ribs, a sharp pain coursing through her when she saw his eyes. Loving, trusting and naive. He was just like her when she first met him. And she was going to be just like him.

She closed her eyes and summoned his shadows with all that she had inside. She saw the stag again, its head beneath her touch. And she could hear painful gasps. His painful gasps.

When she opened her eyes, it had been done. The antler had been healed into her bones, her skin covering it as though it was a part of her. She felt stronger than she had ever been but there was a sinking feeling. His burden was now all hers to carry just as his powers were hers to control.

Aleksander fell to his knees, his hands clutching his chest as he heaved breathless breaths. He coughed, his entire body trembling.

“What have you done?” Ivan demanded, rushing to clutch David’s neck, not even bothered to use his powers.

Aleksander looked up at Y/N as though directing the same question to her. His eyes were paler, weaker. They lost the glint she had loved once. Now they were filled with hurt, pain and confusion. And she knew she had lost her soulmate forever.

“I didn’t do anything!” David held up both of his hands, gasping for breath in the tight grip of Ivan’s.

“Liar!” Ivan growled.

“No! He’s right. He didn’t do anything,” Y/N held up her hands. The entire forest darkened, the moonlight slipped away into the shadows, black smoke covering the snow white ground. Aleksander clutched his chest, his eyes clamping shut in pain.

A tear slipped down her cheek. “I did.” And I am sorry.

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