Crown Prince Ben Florian

Son of Beauty and the Beast. Canon Divergent Prince Ben Florian Descendents Indie RP. Read Rules and Bio. Selective. +20 Mun. Multi Thread and Verse. 

[bexstlyben]

why do i have an urge to make a Desc.endants OC son of snow wh.ite?

[bexstlyben]

Closed for Evies

He didn’t know what she was expecting, but probably not the throne room filled with courtiers. Ben gave an extravagant bow and pointed towards the throne, where the King, the Queen, Fairy Godmother, and Snow White stood waiting, all in their formal ballroom attire. 

“It’s okay,” Ben said. “I promise, you’ll like your surprise.” 

He extended his arm for Evie to take, and walked up the gold carpet, leading them to the front of the room. 

“Evie of the Isle,” Fairy Godmother presented. Ben stepped to the side on of the throne leveling, and His Highness stood, and lifted the scepter, gold with sapphires embedded. 

“Step- Daughter of King William, Step Sister of Princess Snow White, and daughter of the Queen, your title was struck alongside Queen Grimhilde of the Isle.” 

King Adam’s speech was short and simple, and Ben couldn’t keep his lopsided smile off his face. The beast headed scepter touched each of her shoulders, and Ben was near bouncing on his toes in excitement.

 “I present, Princess Evie of Auradon.” The King Announced. The courtiers applauded, the echoes ricocheting to the vaulted ceilings of the throne room. There was a half hour until her surprise cotillion, which Ben was more than glad to present her to, once she changed her clothes, obviously. 

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isle-born‌:

Mal knew this was a RARE opportunity, being asked to stay by Ben’s side all night long. She couldn’t count the number of times she’d imagined it, wondering just how much trouble she’d get into for sneaking into his room in the middle of the night and then weighing if that would be enough to STOP her. The closer they got, the more fully formed their love became, the less Mal wanted to be apart from him. It felt NATURAL to her, sticking out her hand to feel him just inches away. To push his long hair off his face, to wipe tears from his eyes and protect him with everything she was. But royal protocol FORBADE a lot of what she desired, at least until they were actually married - she knew she might not get this chance again, and she wouldn’t waste it.

Rolling her eyes affectionately at his praise for her, Mal stood up and pulled the soft covers back from Ben’s bed. She then slipped beneath them, slowly making her way to his side so as not to accidentally bump any of his injuries. Mal placed her head beside his on the pillow, wrapping one arm lovingly around the section of his chest she knew was free of cuts or bruises. Finally she leaned up to press a KISS to his cracked and split lips, loving him despite the mess they were in, and smiled. “I’ll be right here. For as long as you want me. Okay?”

Ben sighed as she leaned over him. It hurt, just a smudge, as she pressed her lips to his. They were sore, and the taste of copper hinted behind the love she pressed through, but it was so worth it. Any pain was worth it when it meant she was there, loving and near and warm. Tender. Mal. So very, very Mal.

He hoped she understood that he meant it in the best way. How could any nightmare be scary if she was close?

He shut his eyes, feeling his pillow dip as she lay beside him. He thought this day would be so far away, the night they first shared a bed together, but now? He couldn’t care right now, when all he really wanted was to let the pain medication whisk him into a well needed night’s sleep. “Okay. I look forward to seeing you in the morning.”

[bexstlyben]

Happy Birthday

[bexstlyben]

isle-born‌:

Mal had to resist the urge to LAUGH out loud at Ben’s response, as if she thought it was all one big joke. But she knew he was deadly serious, that he actually took pride in the fact that he’d been able to do as much as kiss Audrey’s cheek and hold her hand. It almost made her SAD for him, in a strange way, knowing that he’d gone so long in life without getting to feel that warm pool in his stomach from holding someone he cherished. That he’d never felt that RUSH of butterflies after a first kiss, hadn’t gone starry eyed every time the new object of his affection walked into a room. That he was more crown than he was prince, trained to keep his emotions COLD even if she knew his heart was one of the WARMEST out there.

“It’s NOT just about skin touching skin.” Mal disagreed with a knowing shake of her head, sending purple curls cascading down her back. “And if it is? You’re with the wrong person. Kissing someone you care about is …” Mal trailed off, lost in thought about how exactly to describe the sensation to the sheltered prince. “… You feel WANTED. And chosen. And like you could FLY if you needed to. You get this tingling in your skin, your brain turns to mush, and it’s all you can do to just CLING to them and the way they make you feel. It’s … the way one person’s heart talks to the other’s.”

Ben sighed, pressing his lips together in resignment as he put his hands in his pocket. Of course it was about skin touching skin. That’s all lips were, skin. That’s all hands were. He understood loving someone, hoping to be there with them for everything, wanting to be near them, enjoy their smell, their presence, the comfort they offered. But he could not see the big deal about kissing.

He understood wanting to be wanted. But he could say that just as much with a gaze, far more than he could with a touch. Ben could say everything he wanted to with words. There was no need to bring physicality into the mix, it would just complicate things even more. That didn’t even factor in to the equation that he and Audrey? They weren’t like that.

“I didn’t realize you were so experienced with that, Princess Mal,” Ben said. He had no judgment in his voice, it was clear they were from two very different worldviews, and Ben had no business putting his expectations on her. He wouldn’t.  “Such things aren’t in the cards for me.”

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isle-born‌:

“Eighty years …” Mal repeated softly, a bit of excitement and amazement dancing in her expression. It still hit her, sometimes, that she was really going to MARRY him. She knew she’d said yes to his proposal, that the planning had begun in earnest between Jane and Lumiére and she’d already been gifted her first tiara, but the reality of what was happening was still slowly sinking in. She was going to be his WIFE, share every up and down of his life with him until they drew their dying breaths. Nothing and no one was EVER going to stand in their way again, not really. “… Hardly sounds LONG enough.” Mal added, planting a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Could be longer,” Ben pointed out with a smile. Eighty years wasn’t short by any means, but Mal was a dragon, with magic powers to boot. He had no doubt she could live far longer than that, and Ben would be happy to be there every step of the way. “I’m sure we’ll find plenty of ways to pass the time.” 

[bexstlyben]

Sweeten Your Day

[bexstlyben]

isle-born‌:

Mal would be LYING if she said she didn’t see the similarities that Ben was pointing out. The way that everyone on the Isle protected what little they had with their lives, and risked the same by stealing what they didn’t. While the people of glistening Auradon across the water got to have COMMUNITY and fun, everything on the Isle was reduced down to nothing but backstabbing and isolation. Even Mal, one of the lucky ones to actually have a crew of her own, knew she had to watch her back around the people she loved most - she wouldn’t put it past Jafar to steal her spell book for his collection when her back was turned, or for her mother to outright sacrifice her if she thought it would get her off the Isle.

“You’re talking about … changing EVERYTHING.” Mal reminded him, as if trying to get him to hear how impossible that was. But the more time she spent with Ben, got to know him? The more she realized that he truly BELIEVED in the impossible. That he was optimistic in a way few people, on or off the Isle, ever were. If he were the prince, if things were different, Mal couldn’t even begin to FATHOM all the ways life would change. Would be better, more understanding and … dare she say it, GOOD.

It was a lot for Mal to take in over the course of a single afternoon. She’d spent her entire LIFE training to believe something else, and in walked Ben to turn it all on its head. Parts of her strained to fight against the notion, but what was scarier were the parts that rose up to say yes. That wanted to be good, that didn’t WANT the life her mother had chosen for her. And Ben might be her way out. “… Who’s the first person you’d ask?” she inquired, nodding towards the book. “The first person to give something. Who on the Isle would you go to first?”

“What do you think would happen to us if everything stayed the same?” Ben asked quietly. As it was, well, he doubted the future would bode well. People would just get hungrier and hungrier. With less to go around, violence would go up. In that regard, life on the Isle was already pretty bad and Ben didn’t want to see it spike to new heights.

Things had to change at some time, or the cycle would just continue. Things would just get worse, with everyone looking out only for themselves to fight over scraps rather than getting together and sharing and creating. They would repeat what their parents taught them, and every man for themselves would scramble into no one left anyway.

“If I wanted to completely emulate the book, then I’d start small, too.” Ben said, pointing to how the beggar asked for a button, only to be refuted so many times. It wasn’t until he spoke of the miracle of bone button soup that he was given the requested button. “But there are so many things that could go wrong. I guess if the fish rots from the head down, then maybe if someone like your crew started giving, things could change harder, faster. If there was a way to do both, I don’t know.”

[bexstlyben]

Happy Birthday

[bexstlyben]

isle-born‌:

Mal had to wonder what it was like, to be PROMISED to someone like that your entire life without loving them. To not have the luxury to follow your heart, to choose marriage for love rather than obligation. It was one of the few things Maleficent had done RIGHT by her daughter, although she hadn’t done it for the reasons Mal appreciated. 

The Queen simply didn’t believe that a woman needed a man to rule, that she was beyond powerful in her own right and could do it all on her own. So she didn’t require that her daughter marry ANYONE, assuming that Mal would follow in her footsteps to a solo place on the throne someday. She didn’t need to know that secretly Mal harbored hope of actually loving someone, finding out what it meant to care so much about someone else that you tied your life forever to theirs. 

Suddenly the pieces of what Ben had been saying clicked into place, forming the full puzzle in front of her. “Oh my god … have you NEVER been kissed before?” Mal asked him, eyebrows arched high on her forehead in surprise. It wasn’t like Ben was all that young anymore, and he was handsomer than she’d ever imagined he would be. How had Audrey NOT decided to screw protocol, throw every rule out the window and kiss him? “Aren’t you … curious?”

“She has kissed my cheek before. Of course, we have kissed cheeks before,” Ben protested. Why was that a big deal to her? His cheeks were burning, her tone implied some kind of shame that he didn’t quite understand, that he wasn’t sure how to feel about. They weren’t married, why on earth would he and Audrey kiss in the first place? It was weird, and yet Mal seemed so sure she was in the right that she had Ben backtracking everything he seemed to know. “And I’ve kissed her knuckles, we hold hands too.”

He swallowed. “When I was younger, yes, I was curious. I was curious about a lot of things, but I’m older now. It’s not that strange to me anymore. It’s just skin touching skin, I can accomplish the same by holding my own hand. It’s just not what Audrey and I are about. We are the future of Auradon, our relationship with each other is based on what we plan to do with the future of the country. It’s about giving the people hope.”

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Keeping Promises

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isle-born‌:

Mal had just about HAD it with Ben. The way he was insisting on not realizing how she felt about him, what she was subtly trying to imply ever since his figure had appeared under her window. Could he REALLY be that poorly versed in how things worked between guys and girls, what it meant when someone like Mal went out of her way to help rather than harm? He was CHANGING her in ways she didn’t fully understand yet, but … she liked it. At least, she’d been liking it until Ben kept throwing cold water on all of her attempts to move their friendship forward. “YOU, Ben. I’ve been talking about you, if you hadn’t noticed.” she finally told him, bits of her exasperation evident in her voice. “How long are you going to keep pretending like you DON’T know how much I like you?”

“I - we just met?” Ben protested. He was still wrapping his head around the idea she helped him in the first place, much less was tolerating him as a friend. Much less... this? Could feelings even sprout up that fast? He knew his father had taken months to like Belle, not to mention the entire mess that came after that. How could someone even get attracted, like that, so fast? “I just don’t get it, Mal, I’m sorry.”

[bexstlyben]

Sweeten Your Day

[bexstlyben]

isle-born‌:

Mal was initially SURPRISED by the offer, but she took the hand he offered and followed him deeper into the house. Into the place she knew probably no one had ever seen before, the lair of an urban legend discovered to be REAL. She tried to take in all the details, the deep grooves in the wood from claws that must be razor sharp. But to be honest? She was far too DISTRACTED by the sensation of Ben’s hand in her own as he led her through the house. 

She allowed herself a tiny smile in the semi-darkness, knowing Ben couldn’t see the affect he was having on her, and instead focused her energy on memorizing HIM. The long lines of his fingers, the straightness of his back, the boyish charm of his long hair. Just in case she never got the chance again, never got to stand so CLOSE.

Reluctantly releasing his hand once he reached for the book, Mal briefly surveyed the library. Honestly amazed that there was an entire ROOM dedicated to books about a wide variety of subjects, when the only ones she’d ever seen were spell books that didn’t even work on the Isle. Part of her wanted to know just how MANY of these Ben had read, if these were where he got all of his big dreams about cohesion and harmony for their home. As if reading her mind, he plucked the exact volume from before and began to read aloud to her. Mal let her green eyes trail across the drawings, but she was ultimately CAPTIVATED by just his voice. 

“… Sounds like you’ve read this one a lot. Is it your FAVORITE?”

“I guess it was,” Ben said. He wasn’t sure, really. He’d been fond of the book, Monster Bed, too, when he was a child, but that’s all they were. A few copies of children's books he had enjoyed when he was so small that his dad would sit him in his lap. But the sight of Ben with books had grown too much for the beast, eventually, with each day that he looked more like his mother. He’d come to learn it caused his father pain, and he wasn’t sure he even had a favorite book anymore. He just couldn’t. 

“Everyone in this book starts out cold and hungry, with so little in their possession that they hold on to what they have with a white knuckle grip. It spoke to me, you know? It was familiar enough that I could look out the window and see ourselves.” He wasn’t sure if he was explaining it well, how seeing themselves on the page was somehow comforting even if the pages were full of misery.

“The people in this story made it, Mal,” He finally said. “They started with borrowing a single pot from a neighbor, to firewood, to spoons, all the way to carrots and cabbage and more. And they made it through the winter and more. They didn’t want to share, but that’s what was holding them back in the first place.” 

[bexstlyben]

Based on the different iterations of Escape to/Return From/Race to Witch Mountain. Mun over 20....

play with my new bab

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me: *does one reply*

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isle-born‌:

“Beginner’s LUCK?” Mal supplied, laughing quietly at how ridiculous the response sounded in hindsight. Her mother had been in such denial about her defeat, telling Mal repeatedly that the prince would never be able to defeat her TWICE. It was why she was so desperate to get off the Isle, to prove she wasn’t some pathetic loser that they’d squashed into submission. She’d wanted to prove to them all that they were wrong, but … Mal knew now that they were RIGHT. That her mother stood no chance when matched against true love; she’d failed when facing Mal and her love of her friends, and her spellbook had failed Uma when Mal had pressed true love’s kiss to his lips. 

“Do you think it’s going to ALWAYS be this way? You and me, how much we love each other? It’s not going to fade with time or anything, right?”

“If true love wasn’t defeated by a curse of a hundred years of sleep, I think our eighty years of old age and so on won’t be any challenge,” Ben promised. They might have moments of boredom here and there, but Ben found that more exciting than anything else. He looked forward to the quiet moments where they knew what the other was thinking without even having to say anything. It seemed so nice compared to the chaos as of late, with the children of the Isle, with Auradon’s worries and so on. Peace? It seemed nice.

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Happy Birthday

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isle-born‌:

“So… NO, then?” Mal finished for him, leveling him with a bit of a knowing smile as she mercifully stepped away to give him space to breathe. She didn’t know a lot about love, but she did know one thing - Ben WOULDN’T have hesitated to declare his love if he truly felt it. Even amongst royals, it wasn’t uncommon or undignified to say that you loved your spouse. His parents did it, and Audrey’s; hell, their entire reigns were built from having fallen HELPLESSLY in love, everyone in all the kingdoms knew that. She wasn’t sure why, but the idea that Ben didn’t actually love Audrey filled Mal with a twisted sort of JOY.

“You guys really need to lighten up. If you don’t get any pleasure out of someone touching you, you’re doing it WRONG.” Mal teased, shaking her head. In so many ways she knew the other kingdoms viewed her own as backwards, that their traditions and the people they revered were hardly the ones who should be celebrated. But in this RARE instance, Mal thought it went the other way around. “I mean, what’s the point of even being alive if you can’t enjoy all the sensations that come with it?” she asked him, perching herself on the edge of her desk as she watched him. “Haven’t you … ever wondered what it’s like to let someone HOLD you? To be kissed by someone who means it, not someone who is holding back for propriety’s sake?”

“Not romantically, no,” Ben had to admit. Audrey was a part of his life, he had to love her in some way, right? They were going to be together forever. If that wasn’t love, what is? What else was spending entire lives together? While he didn’t get heart eyed around her, didn’t feel some poetic flutter in his stomach, there was something. There was a comfort in her presence, a stability, an understanding that only came with knowing someone for their whole life. There were things about each other no one else would ever know.

And it was comforting to know he wouldn’t be alone. He’d never be alone.

Ben swallowed at her smirk. It meant something disconcerting, he just had no clue what. She was acting like she knew something, like she had just won some big pot in a poker game and was just letting it drag out. “I wasn’t born to enjoy the sensations. I was born to be king.

“When I was younger, I was curious. Everyone was curious about those things. But there’s no room for such wandering,” Ben rolled his shoulders back. There were images fluttering, cluttering his mind as she spoke of such things. Like being held, and then... more. “We can kiss once we’re married.”

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Keeping Promises

[bexstlyben]

isle-born‌:

“… I get what I WANT, huh?” Mal repeated, playing with that idea in her mind. Wondering just what she’d ask for, if she could. If things were different and she actually got to have things like birthday parties, finally a day filled with celebrations about HER rather than her mother. Millions of ideas flew through her mind - a scooter, a new set of spray paint, a spell book of her very own. But the more she kicked those around, the LESS she realized she actually wanted any of it. Sure, they’d be nice, but Mal had grown accustomed to going without luxuries like that her entire life. But there was ONE thing she still wanted, and it was the one thing she was pretty sure she’d never get. “And what if what I want isn’t a thing, it’s … a person?”

“Well, if you invite them to your birthday I don’t see why they could refuse,” Ben said with a shrug. Why would they? As far as he had read, that was the case. The birthday person got what they wanted - he was pretty sure he had even read a book where the girl wanted the moon and so for her birthday her father stole it from the sky. He was pretty sure that was an exaggeration... but then again, he’d never been to a birthday party. “You’re supposed to get everything else you want, as far as I’ve read. Cake and presents and all that, so I don’t see why not.”

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isle-born‌:

Mal had no doubt that Ben could make a dank, dirty cave feel ROMANTIC if he needed to. Not because of all the flowers he would undoubtedly cover it in, nor the linen tablecloths and soft candlelight. No, Ben always made things feel romantic in the way he LOOKED at her. Like she held his entire world in her hands, like he worshiped every step she took and woke up every morning to find her more beautiful and incredible than he had the day before. The way he was somehow still managing to look at her now, despite all of his injuries, which simultaneously swelled and BROKE Mal’s heart. 

“And how exactly do I help with THAT?” Mal asked, seeming as eager to help as she was unwilling to move from her spot of vigil at his bedside. Now that she knew what was wrong, that she understood how much he was going to need her support in his recovery from both the kidnapping AND his anxiety? Mal did not want to let him go, to return to any semblance of a normal life that wouldn’t have him in it. “Can I … can I STAY with you?”

“You, Mal, can help by keeping nightmares at bay,” Ben said. He held up a finger, hoping she understood the subtle gesture he wanted her closer. He wanted to kiss her temple, but leaning up was core work that he wasn’t sure his abdomen was prepared for. So he wanted her closer so he could easier brush his lips to her forehead, at least, he did if she was willing to tolerate him, the mess that he was. His dragon queen, born that of the most royal color here at his bedside. He could imagine nothing better.

“Can you think of a better dreamcatcher than a dragon guard?” He teased. “Can you imagine a stronger candidate to keep the monsters out from under the bed, hm? Mal, I would like nothing more than for you to stay. I can imagine no better way to get a night’s sleep.”

[bexstlyben]

hookbled‌:

     “NO. LAST TIME I played monopoly someone got hooked.”

“Honestly, that tends to happen when people play Monopoly. The game is an ender of peace.”

[bexstlyben]

Sweeten Your Day

[bexstlyben]

isle-born‌:

Mal had shaken her head immediately in response to his question, her expression softening just slightly as he began to tell the story to her. All her harsh edges and defensive stance being replaced by interest, allowing herself to be sucked into the parable. Truth be told, Mal had NEVER been told a story before - Maleficent was hardly the kind who sat around reading to her daughter from picture books, thinking it was a waste of her precious, evil time. Despite her unfamiliarity, Mal could tell that Ben was a GIFTED storyteller - no doubt a sign that he would’ve been a wonderful speech giver had he ended up with the crown on his head. 

Mal listened INTENTLY, able to see where the story was going early on but still wanting to hear Ben say it all anyways. And, to her great surprise, wanting to believe that a world like that was possible to live in. But Mal was JADED, those young and optimistic sides of herself pushed down and to the side a long time ago. She studied Ben when he was done talking, her hands resting idly in her lap. “But what about the first time someone says NO? Looks out for themselves rather than the group. Like my mom or Jafar or Hades, if they just want to look out for themselves forever … what’s the plan then? Do we FORCE them to help out? Hardly sounds like the point of your little story there, does it?” 

Ben laughed for a moment, and held out his hand, a soft follow me the indication of exactly what he wanted. He lead her through the home, keeping his eyes focused on the creaking coming from up the stairs. The floor was old, with peeling up boards and mismatched scratches from Ben’s feeble attempts to fix what went wrong through the house. He could know with such ease that his father was vacating the library as quickly as Ben approached, Mal in tow, hiding out in the master bedroom instead. Ben took her in and went to the shelf with the few childrens’ books Beast had collected over the years, and pulled it out. Bone Button Borscht. 

“Here,” Ben opened the book of his childhood, flipping to the second page. The drawings inside were almost suited to the isle, scratchy and creepy as the dark beggar figure haunted each page, but he loved it all the same.

“Oh!’ Said the beggar,” Ben said, holding the book out so Mal could read too. “’If only I had one more button!’ Finally, the shamas spoke. ‘Look, mister! I won’t give you a button. No one in this town will give you a button.’ ‘Why not?’ Asked the beggar. ‘Because, we are all poor, Mr. Beggar. So we don’t give to each other anymore. Why should I give even a button to a stranger?’

“‘Why?’ Asked the beggar. ‘Because with one more button, I can make us a soup. I can make us a nice, hot borscht.’”