In Another Life - Sparrow! Ben x Reader
A/N: I haven't wrote fanfics/oneshots in so long lmao but I am way too attracted to Sparrow Ben so i have to. Though please forgive me if the style is weird since I used to write on Wattpad a lot so Tumblr format is still something Iâm trying to learn lol so bare with me pls and ty and hope you like my writing!
P.S : Let me know if you want a part 2 for the morning after because I thought about it but I donât seem to have any ideas on how to turn ideas into words lol
Pairing : Sparrow! Ben x Reader (female pronouns)
Word Count : 2500+ (Iâm too lazy to separate it into 3 parts so I apologize)
Warning: nothing special, a make out scene, mentions of death
Y/N has the ability of intangibility, it allows her to phase through physical matter. With Y/Nâs ability, she was the only one able to survive the first apocalypse. 15 year old Five found her and they spent other 30 years together before Y/N died due to sickness; meaning that Five had lived a whole life with Y/N, only to go back in time and face the Y/N who lived in the present, a week before the apocalypse strike. Five would sometimes tell her stories of them together in the apocalypse and Y/N would just be a good listener and listen along.
You never asked for much in life.
Growing up, you learned not to ask for much given the background of your family. The most that you asked for was for your siblings to stay together as a family, and to have the chance to grow old with the love of your life, Ben.
Itâs funny how you didnât get neither.
With the disappearance of your second favourite sibling, Five then the death of your boyfriend, your family just stopped giving a shit. Missions stopped mattering, people grew more distant and it was everyone for themselves. Your siblings left the house one by one, and eventually you did as well.
There were times where you would try to meet up with your siblings after your departure, doing your best to still connect with them.
Especially Klaus when he was out of rehab, you always tried to meet up with him. You would always ask him if Benâs with us, asking him questions about Ben and trying to see if Ben said anything back, but Klausâ answers were always a slurry of nos, along with side comments about anything unrelated.
Eventually you realized that Klaus only really agreed to meet up with you because he needed money from you for more drugs and alcohol, and you stopped trying with your hopeless brother.
Without your brotherâs âhelpâ to pass on words from the dead, you eventually gave up. Perhaps that was better for the both of you, as you two were never meant to be.
Life is a cruel mistress as one would say.
After saving the world twice, you really thought that for once in your life, you would be rewarded for the good deeds you had done. Instead, you had to hear your sister tell you that Ben had finally passed on, and that he would love you for the rest of his eternity.
It was heartbreaking that those were his last words to you.
And yet here he is, standing in front of you alive and breathing.
God, if you werenât in shock, you wouldâve socked this man in the jaw for toying with your emotions like that.
âDad, who the hell are these assholes?â Ben asked Reginald. His eyes scanned the group of the Umbrella siblings before his eyes stopped at you, who was standing at the back of the group, already staring at him with a shocked expression.
His voice brought back a sense of nostalgia, like how your Ben used to whisper your name when you cuddled in his bed, or how your Ben would call out your name with a sense of playful annoyance when you teased him; but heâs not here anymore and this is not your Ben, shown by the roughness of his voice.
His other siblings all stared at you from the second floor railing in shock, surprised that you're alive and siding with the enemy.
Ben froze up, and Marcus stepped in as Number One to take control of the situation. After Klausâ sad attempt to hug Ben along with the many insults and taunts being thrown to each other, a fight broke out between the two groups (and sadly it wasn't a dance battle).
After fighting some of the Sparrow siblings, somehow you ended up in front of Ben. You both stared at each other in a stand off, you could see the conflicted emotions that swarmed behind his eyes. Hell, maybe he could see yours as well.
Both of you felt reluctant to fight one another yet with a sense of suppressed anger, both of your burning stares slowly toughened. You both stood in front of each other, strangers to one another.
You were the first to swing at him, breaking the tension between you both. Your fist collided with his cheek, his upper body turned to the side with the force. Clutching his slowly bruising cheek, he looked back at you hurt or maybe betrayed? You didnât care as your own mind was clouded with anger. There was a small pause in both of your movements before his eyes hardening, and he lunged at you.
A tentacle sprung out of his chest, wrapping itself around your wrist. Though it was weird, you missed the weird slimy yet smooth texture of his tentacles. You phased your hand through the tentacle sending a chill down Benâs spine, as he felt the coldness of your ghostly wrist pass through him. You both fought fiercely, attacking and dodging.
Perhaps the held back emotions you both had finally found a healthy release.
You retreated after seeing your siblingsâ defeat, with Marcusâ threat and Benâs lingering stare on you.
You wished to never see him again.
You hoped that you would never have reopen that closed wound again.
The second time you met him was when you went out for a jog with your dumb yet lovable brother, Luther.
Your brother, lost in his own world next to you as you both jogged with the same pace.
Slowly, you felt a presence around you, or above you? Your head snapped up, spotting a few ravens flying as they landed on lamp post and park benches around you, they all stared and observed you. Sensing the danger around you, you tugged on your brotherâs shirt as you picked up your pace from a jog to a sprint. The ravens swooped and flew towards you two, they cawed loudly as Luther let out a yelp and turned around, running away from you as the birds chased after him.
Seeing the birds and Christopher, the floating box followed your brother, your sprint slowed as you stared at your brotherâs retreating form, trying to catch your breath.
Then suddenly, a sharp pain at the back of your head and darkness.
Ben reached out to grab you before your body hit the floor. His glance softened at your unconscious figure and lifted your body in his arms. His siblings, Fei and Sloane watched him with unspoken pity, knowing how much you their Y/N meant to him before her death.
â Make sure to catch that big oaf.â He ordered as he turned around, making his way back to the Sparrow Academy with you passed out in his arms.
You blinked away the blurriness as you sat up in an unfamiliar room.
The walls were filled with photos and as you slowly walked towards them to observe them, you can see that they are mostly of you and Ben.
The you in the photos looked different, a lot kinder and more gentle, she smiled a lot bright and so did Ben. Photos of you two on a picnic, napping together, sneaked photos of one another, or photos where either of you were trying to cover your faces with a smile. Itâs weird seeing yourself living another life you have no memories of.
Your eyes stopped on one last photo. The photo was slightly covered and hidden under the other brighter photos, a photo of you standing in front of the sunset on a grassy field. Your features were hidden due to the brightness of the sun behind you, but you can see that you were laughing. Your silhouette looked so happy, reaching a hand out towards the photographer.
â That was the last photo I took of her.â You looked back to see Ben leaning against the doorframe. Your eyes returned to the photo before covering the photo up like how you found it.
The silence was deafening.
â How⊠How did she die?â You finally decided to ask, breaking the silence. Ben stayed quiet as the longing look eyes left and the cold look returned. His posture straightened out and his voice toughened as his head turned to look at you.
â Come downstairs, my family wants to talk to you and your brother.â
Honestly after Ben let you and Luther go in exchange for Marcus, you really really thought you wouldnât see them again. After all, the deal seemed simple enough and you have no need of seeing them again.
But life never gives you what you want.
So here you are, at Sloane and Lutherâs wedding as the world outside slowly get sucked into a black hole. The happy couple danced with each other, as everyone either joined them on the dance floor or sat around the venue, eating and drinking away.
You were on your sixth cocktail, sipping away with a tired drunken look in your eyes. You looked around at everyone having a good time as your eyes landed on Ben who was sitting alone by himself, hunched over the table in front of a bunch of⊠shrimp?
Curiosity got the best of you so you made your way over in your maroon dress. As you sat down next to him, his head slowly lifted up from his arms, and let out a loud burp.
â How⊠Charming.â You said as you looked at the man who once always had his guard up.
â Ten people. Ten people left and they didnât invite me to their stupid bachelor party.â Ben said, his eyebrows furrowed.
â Well you didnât make yourself a very welcoming person, so I get it.â You reply, letting out a laugh into your drink as you went for another gulp. A hand latched on to your wrist as you turned your head to look at an upset Ben.
â Why donât they like me?â
â Because youâre an asshole, and youâve been nothing but rude to them, so why would they like you?â You laughed as your finished your drink, his hand slipping from the motion of your hand.
â Why donât you like me?â Thatâs when your laughter died down and you stared at Ben, who was already looking at you. You let out a sigh, looking back into your now empty cup.
â I donât hate you, if thatâs what youâre trying to insinuate. You justâŠâ
â Remind you too much of him?â You never told Ben about your relationship with the other Ben, but it was rather obvious how you two were together in your timeline while he was with you in his timeline. You simply smiled bittersweetly at Ben.
â Sometimes, but in different way.â
â Ben was always so annoying. A nerd and a party pooper. Heâs like a tiny gray cloud on a sunny day.â You laughed at yourself, knowing if he was still here he wouldâve pushed you jokingly for those comments.
â Those are all bad thingsâŠâ Ben replied, confused at your choice of words.
â Yeah⊠and he was the best thing that ever happened to me.â You smiled, recalling all the old memories of you and him.
â How⊠how did he die?â Ben finally asked after a short moment of silence.
â I wasnât there when it happened, which was the worse part of it all. I was sent away on a different mission, and when I came back? No one would look me in the eyes and tell me what happened. I had to force it out of Diego who told me vaguely what happened. None of them were willing to go in detail anyways, just called it the Jennifer incident.â
â My Y/N⊠she died alone on a solo mission. Till this day, we still couldnât find her body. I prayed that she was alive and was simply in hiding due to the circumstances of her mission, but that faith lead to nothing and I eventually had to face the facts. Sheâs gone.â Ben looked ahead, his eyes glossed over as he recalled the memories of himself crying over you, never returning to him again.
â How was she like?â You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
â She was kind. Always so kind even if this kindness required her to sacrifice herself. She was stupid but she always looked for the best in people. After all, she saw the best in me.â Ben smiled to himself and you smiled with him.
â Both of our better halves died and now weâre just left here, isnât that just so sad.â You laughed as you went to go pour yourself another drink, perhaps to have fun, perhaps to drink your sorrows away, who knows?
The party continued in the back as you two who were sitting at the bar poured your hearts out to each other, drinking more drinks. The topic slowly changed through the night as you two went from talking about your dead ex lovers to your interests and funny stories of your life.
â No stop, you did not fucking do that to her.â You laughed as you took another sip of your drink.
â I did! I also blamed it on Alphonso so him and Jayme both got chores for a whole week as their punishment.â Ben laughed along with you as you propped your elbow on the table, holding your head up as you looked at him with half lidded eyes and a small smile on your face. The alcohol in your system slowly introduced a hint of sleepiness as you blinked slowly at the man. You let out a yawn.
â Okay, Iâm gonna head to bed.â You said as you stood up and stretched.
â Tired already?â Ben asked, looking back at you with a tired smile.
â Why? You gonna miss me?â
â Maybe a little.â He smirked as you laughed. You reached out your hand to lightly pat his cheek as you slowly leaned forward, closer to his face. With a few inches left between you two, your eyes scanned his face as his eyes did the same with yours.
â Goodnight Ben.â You whispered and kissed him on the cheek. You turned around and walked towards the elevator.
The elevator dinged as the doors slid open in front of you. After stepping in and choosing your floor, you leaned against the wall of the elevator, your eyes closed as you tried your best to stay awake. Suddenly, a hand stopped the doors right before they closed, making a noise that surprised you and your eyes to snap open. And there stood Ben, outside the elevator panting as he stared at you, his eyes so intense as a surge of energy suddenly filled your body and you stood up straighter, staring back at the man.
He headed straight to you at the back of the elevator, his hands found their way to your face as his mouth found its way to yours. Your mouths moved together in a unison while one of your arms hooked around the back of his neck, and your other hand reached up to grip his hair, lightly tugging his roots. He let out a groan as your bodies pressed closed to one another, grinding against each other.
The elevator dinged once again, your mouths separated from one another, slightly panting as you staring at each other with lustful eyes.
â We take this back to my room?â You asked. You tilted your head and leaned into his hand, his fingers brushing your cheek while you played with his hair.
And you all know what happened next.
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