Benjamin Linus (Lost) x Reader (All Gender Neutral):
You Should Have Never Left (one shot)
SUMMARY: You're depressed off-Island and seek solace in an unlikely source.
Stress Relief (one shot/prologue to the following series in this list)
It's Not Your Job to Worry About Me
SUMMARY: You've been off-Island working for Ben Linus for some time, primarily keeping an eye on Charles Widmore and providing intel on him. When Ben shows up at your door after leaving the Island, you struggle to maintain a purely professional relationship.
Complete!
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6
Can I Try Talking to Him? (WIP)
SUMMARY: You convince John Locke to let you talk to the man tied up in the hatch's armory shortly after he has been discovered lying about his identity.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5
Comparison is the Thief of Joy (one shot!)
SUMMARY: You've been trying to get the attention of Benjamin Linus, your rough-around-the-edges leader for quite some time. For whatever reason, he only seems to notice you once your jealousy towards Juliet becomes obvious.
Low Spoon Days- (one shot!) (gn reader)
Summary: Ben Linus visits you in 2007, off-Island to tell you that you must go back. Your mutual experience with chronic pain seems to shape quite a few arguments, and the rest of your evening together.
Lost & Found
SUMMARY: you're at the Dharma Initiative for an art residency in 1992 and develop feelings for Ben Linus. Twelve years later, you're back on the island as a survivor of Oceanic flight 815 with no memory of your time at the initiative, or Ben. Follows most of the show from seasons 2-6.
Not a fic request, I just wanted to say thank you for all the fics you've written! I have recently gotten into 'LOST' and have really enjoyed all that you've written ♪(´▽｀)
Thank you so much!! I'm so glad you got into it and that you enjoy what I've written that means a ton :)))
Benjamin Linus (Lost) x Reader (All Gender Neutral):
You Should Have Never Left (one shot)
SUMMARY: You're depressed off-Island and seek solace in an unlikely source.
Stress Relief (one shot/prologue to the following series in this list)
It's Not Your Job to Worry About Me
SUMMARY: You've been off-Island working for Ben Linus for some time, primarily keeping an eye on Charles Widmore and providing intel on him. When Ben shows up at your door after leaving the Island, you struggle to maintain a purely professional relationship.
Complete!
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6
Can I Try Talking to Him? (WIP)
SUMMARY: You convince John Locke to let you talk to the man tied up in the hatch's armory shortly after he has been discovered lying about his identity.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5
Comparison is the Thief of Joy (one shot!)
SUMMARY: You've been trying to get the attention of Benjamin Linus, your rough-around-the-edges leader for quite some time. For whatever reason, he only seems to notice you once your jealousy towards Juliet becomes obvious.
Low Spoon Days- (one shot!) (gn reader)
Summary: Ben Linus visits you in 2007, off-Island to tell you that you must go back. Your mutual experience with chronic pain seems to shape quite a few arguments, and the rest of your evening together.
Lost & Found
SUMMARY: you're at the Dharma Initiative for an art residency in 1992 and develop feelings for Ben Linus. Twelve years later, you're back on the island as a survivor of Oceanic flight 815 with no memory of your time at the initiative, or Ben. Follows most of the show from seasons 2-6.
summary: Ben's been in charge for a few years and starting to realize how hard leadership is.
notes: okay so you can either think of this as a one shot or kind of a precursor to the 'It's Not Your Job to Worry About Me' series. I'm going to update the other series I started but haven't been feeling motivated and have been gravitating towards one shots... on that note PLEASE send me requests :o
Four years ago Charles Widmore left the Island for good. In those four years, Ben has been stretched thin, worrying about Richard's instructions and lists, spies Widmore is sending to try and find the Island, the inability for women to carry babies to term here... Not to mention a 10-year-old daughter to take care of.
To say the stress has gotten to him is an understatement, his hand holding up his forehead and the side of his face, his glasses down his nose as he fusses over papers on his desk. Every woman who dies here after becoming pregnant means another hour Ben spends in Harper's living room, forcing her to conduct some impromptu talk therapy.
But Harper and Goodwin aren't happy together and fight constantly. They suggest a possibility in which one or both of them permanantly leave the Island. All Richard does is tell Ben that nobody can leave, letting Ben figure out how to instate this on his own.
If there is any hope it might be in you, a worker who started living here about a year ago after your name was picked off a list. You, who made the day go by slightly easier.
"You look happy," You said sarcastically, walking by Ben as he stuffed his face in his hands.
"Well, none of the problems we've had have gotten any better," he mumbled, glancing at you briefly.
"They aren't going to get fixed overnight," you tried, slightly more gently. "Are Harper and Goodwin staying together?"
Ben gave you a blank stare. "How would I know?"
You shrugged back at him. "You're certainly over there often."
Ben stayed quiet, unwilling to talk to you about his mother's death, his personal connections to the issues experienced.
"Did Alex's lesson go well today?" He asked, ignoring your question. It was much more subtle than saying learn your place here, though it accomplished a similar coldness.
"Yes it did, Ben," You answered, offering him a smile as you did so. He gave you back one, although it was slightly forced.
A few houses down, there's another woman dying. Ethan is attempting to diagnose the issue himself, but Ben seems to know that the solution is to find someone from the outside world and bring them here. All you manage to do is take care of Alex and offer to get people coffee and organize papers- but it seems to provide some solace.
"Can you bring a woman off the Island? Then they could come back.." You trailed off. It wasn't the first time someone had asked Ben this, and wouldn't be the last. He knew too well that despite your question seeming out of nowhere, the topic was present on both of your minds.
"No." He answered, shaking his head with finalty. "We can't do that, nobody can leave."
"Which brings me back to the Harper and Goodwin issue," you offered, testing the waters carefully. Ben sighed at your persistence, his eyebrows slightly stitched together.
"You're very good at minding your own business," he said sarcastically, though still amused.
"Alex wants to know why you're over there," an obvious lie.
Ben narrowed his eyes at you slightly, though his lip stayed upturned. "Tell Alex that I have to ask Harper, the therapist, advice on how to manage my very stressful neighbor," he said, his voice lilting as his eyes stayed transfixed on you.
"Well, your stressful neighbor was going to make you dinner tonight," You said back, raising your eyebrows at him.
He seemed in shock for a moment, as if you were talking to someone else, despite only the two of you being in the room. "Hmm," he hummed back at you eventually, contemplating your gesture.
--
When the woman died a few doors down a few days later you followed Ben back to his house after he had finished seeing her and speaking with Ethan.
"We're just going to have to tell everyone that they can't try to get pregnant until we bring an expert here," Ben told you, not fully sure of why he had decided to confide in you.
"Maybe we should talk about this after the funeral," you suggested, in an attempt to be more gentle.
"If I don't establish clear rules there will be more funerals," he countered, walking further in his house as you followed. Richard was with Alex now, out of the house so Ben could more solitarily deal with the loss.
You could tell he was upset. It was marked by avoidance and attempts to hide any emotion, but it was there. It made you want to hold him and tell him everything would be alright, but that would require vulnerability and honesty that you weren't sure Ben could manage.
You managed to reach out and put your hand on his back, mulling over the things you wanted to say. You thought of telling him you wanted to help, or that you cared about him, but you were too afraid of the way he might skirt around your feelings.
Even the touch your hand provided was somewhat overwhelming to Ben, stirring some emotions below the surface. But after a few seconds he looked back at you, raising his eyebrows and smiling again, as if you were simply having a bad day at work together.
--
After the funeral you watched Alex and put her to bed at Ben's request while he lingered and spoke to everyone. You had taken care of her on a few occasions when Ben was needed elsewhere, and commonly taught her throughout the week.
You had been waiting for Ben to come back home before leaving Alex but did not consider that he was already home, sulking in his bedroom as you left Alex's room.
"Ben, Alex just fell asleep," you said quietly, standing by his cracked door.
"Thank you," he said, in a somewhat broken voice. You opened the door, willing your mind to not consider consequences as you saw him sitting on the edge of his bed, his forehead against his hand. He peered at you, too exhausted to snap at you to leave.
You sat next to him without a sound, letting your shoulder touch his.
"Harper and Goodwin are staying together," he told you, as if your conversation from days ago was picking back up.
"Just like that? They worked everything out?" No, of course not. Ben just manipulated them, threatened them somehow into pretending they were still happy together, into living in the same house to maintain some semblance of normalcy.
He nodded at you, and you thought for a moment about how he was allowing you to sit next to him on his bed.
"I'm very upset about the funeral, Ben," you said quietly, somewhat lying. In truth you didn't know the woman that well and did not have nearly a personal connection as he did about women dying on the Island. Your presumption was that Alex's mother had died that way- that Ben had once loved someone and lost them. But that was part of some false story you were meant to believe.
He looked at you wide-eyed as you leaned against him now, left to wonder about how you were being disingenious, how you wanted to comfort him but couldn't do it unless it was covertly like this.
"I just wanted to let you know; I like working here and spending time with you and Alex, and I just want you to know that I'm upset," You glanced at him, gauging his reaction. You reached out to touch his hand, and were surprised to see him reciprocate without hesistation.
Ben cleared his throat. "It's an upsetting issue. But Jacob will help us get through it." He narrowed his eyes and looked into yours, trying to find some ulterior motive to you being kind to him. Even as he did, he had some recognition that he was faltering. That he was stretched too thin and in over his head and struggling to stay afloat. It felt like he had been thrashing in the water and you had just offered a life raft without clear reason.
Maybe it was the exhausation, or the funeral earlier, or the fact that you had just put his daughter to bed, but Ben felt himself caving. He let go of your hand and somewhat clumsily embraced you.
He made a mental note to not let himself do so again- that this would be the last time entertaining your care.
For now, though, your arms around his back helped dissapate a great deal of stress. He put his head down against your collarbone, lying to himself that he was trying to comfort you.
Some part of you knew that this wouldn't lead anywhere- that Ben was too closed off and unable to trust or be honest enough for it to. But for some time you could focus on the rolled up sleeve of his shirt and the way his hair brushed against your neck.
Maybe you had made some small difference, at least for today.
random thought i had: Ben and reader kiss by accident because they physically bumped into each other's faces, which would just be silly except reader has been hiding a big fat crush on Ben and completely overreacts (thus revealing the crush)
I thought this was SO CUTE omg
Did a short little snippet for you for this one :)
would be happy to follow up on this if anyone wants a part 2 hehe
It had been six months since you came to the Island under Ben's careful instruction. Despite leading you there under false pretenses, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him.
You had heard vague musings about the threat Ben possessed and the things he could inflict on people if needed, and were careful to stay in line around him. He didn't look as if he should be that intimidating, really, but the more time you spend on the Island, the more that kind of trait reveals itself, you supposed.
Whatever the case, whenever Ben asked to check up on your work you found yourself in some combination of rigid fear and a desire to have him commend you.
Whenever you saw him casually in the barracks, reading, talking to his daughter, with a soft smile on his face, you felt an overwhelming sense that you had developed feelings for him.
Your interactions with him were typically only work related, and such was the case today. With communications transcripts and stacks of files in front of you, Ben made himself known with a short wave of his hand and an equally short, "Hello y/n."
Inadvertently you jumped from surprise, knocking over your transcripts and leading you to kneel down and collect them. You could barely acknowledge the clack of Ben's shoes as he made his way over to help you, kneeling down faster than you had expected.
So fast, in fact, that when you rose your face to look up at him you caught him reaching for the papers to help you, your faces- and more importantly your mouths- brushed against each others. It hurt, a little, but you were too preoccupied on the latter to even be bothered by the dull pain.
You felt your eyes go wide, glancing at Ben as his hand touched the side of your face concernedly. "I guess I should've knocked," he teased, raising his eyebrows at you. "Is your head alright?"
You didn't know what was the worse, the embarrassment from knocking over half your desk on to the floor just because someone had greeted you, or the embarrassment from the physical feelings Ben's lips against yours had given you.
You were sure your face was red as his hand remained on it, your stammering earning you no favors. "Oh my god I'm so sorry," you managed, watching Ben move to pick up the rest of the stack, neatly returning it your desk and standing up.
When you looked into his eyes you had the distinct feeling that nothing you said could've possibly made a difference. He had seen your reaction. Seen the way your pupils dilated, the way you swallowed, the way your flustered stomach and chest spread to your face. If Ben was oblivious to your feelings before, he certainly wasn't anymore.
He chuckled somewhat uncharacteristically as you stood back up yourself. "Sorry for what? I was going to ask you something about the transcripts but I can see it's not a great time." The way he spoke to you was evocative of a rare hospitality in him that you typically only saw when he was welcoming new recruits to the Island for the first time.
You could almost see in his eyes, those new ideas forming about what to do with you now that you were clearly emotional invested in him. He smiled at you, his hand reaching out to touch your arm as he spoke. It was as if he were trying to torture you. "Why don't you come over tonight and we can discuss your findings over dinner?"
You nodded, finally regaining some of your composure. "Of course, Ben, that sounds great." After a few seconds passed you panicked, fearing that if you didn't say something now you might never work up the confidence to again. "I should've told you."
He responded with a lilting playfulness that only further confirmed to you that he knew exactly what he was doing, that he intended to wrap you around his finger and savor your feelings and the control it gave him over you. "Should've told me what?" He hummed out. "Just save it for later when you come over, you can tell me all about it then."
Benjamin Linus (Lost) x Reader (All Gender Neutral):
You Should Have Never Left (one shot)
SUMMARY: You're depressed off-Island and seek solace in an unlikely source.
It's Not Your Job to Worry About Me
SUMMARY: You've been off-Island working for Ben Linus for some time, primarily keeping an eye on Charles Widmore and providing intel on him. When Ben shows up at your door after leaving the Island, you struggle to maintain a purely professional relationship.
Complete!
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6
Can I Try Talking to Him? (WIP)
SUMMARY: You convince John Locke to let you talk to the man tied up in the hatch's armory shortly after he has been discovered lying about his identity.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5
Comparison is the Thief of Joy (one shot!)
SUMMARY: You've been trying to get the attention of Benjamin Linus, your rough-around-the-edges leader for quite some time. For whatever reason, he only seems to notice you once your jealousy towards Juliet becomes obvious.
Low Spoon Days- (one shot!) (gn reader)
Summary: Ben Linus visits you in 2007, off-Island to tell you that you must go back. Your mutual experience with chronic pain seems to shape quite a few arguments, and the rest of your evening together.
Lost & Found
SUMMARY: you're at the Dharma Initiative for an art residency in 1992 and develop feelings for Ben Linus. Twelve years later, you're back on the island as a survivor of Oceanic flight 815 with no memory of your time at the initiative, or Ben. Follows most of the show from seasons 2-6.
Season six of lost is definitely not my favorite season but it might be my favorite section of Ben’s character tbh. Every single scene he’s in I’m like “wow this guy is grappling with the consequences of his actions from YEARS ago at this point”, and “this guy was the main antagonist of the show for a bit? Now he’s just wallowing with remorse and trying to redeem himself” love love love
Can I Try Talking to Him? (Ben Linus x Reader) (Part Five!)
summary: Ben is captive yet again and you're continuing to help out
word count: 2505
notes: this one is smut, ignore if you don't want to read that (celebrate if you do!) gender neutral spooning position sex
Later in the day you had met up with Sawyer, greeting him with a hug. It was slightly strange to say that you actually missed Sawyer, but after so long without him it wasn't so unwelcome to hear from him again.
"I didn't actually get to say hi to you yet, y/n. We didn't know if you were alright- the doc said they kept you in one of those cages too. I swear we would've come for you if we knew where to look."
You looked at the genuine regret in Sawyer's eyes and felt bad. "It's okay, it's not your fault. They-"
You paused for a moment as Sawyer listened to you, wondering what you should divulge to him. "They didn't really treat me all that badly, Sawyer, honestly. I don't know what they did you and Kate, but I know it wasn't the treatment I got. I lied to Jack."
Sawyer widened his eyes at you for a moment, confused. "Well, hell, who knows what he's doing now anyways. He's trusting Juliet over us so it doesn't even really matter that you lied, does it?"
You nodded, wringing your hands together for a moment.
"I don't suppose this has something to do with you sticking up for that bug-eyed freak from the hatch, does it?" When you were silent for a moment he rolled his eyes at you. "Their leader- Ben."
"There's no reason to kill him, Sawyer," You started, watching his eyes plead with yours. Surely, he wanted you to acknowledge the stakes of the situation, the danger in trusting Ben.
"No reason? He shot John in the gut- kidnapped the lot of us. I hope you haven't forgotten what he did to Claire, either."
"No, I didn't," you argued, "But the others saved Claire's baby- she wouldn't have had Aaron if it weren't for Juliet."
"You got a rebuttal for any of the other issues?" Sawyer asked you, smirking as he did so.
Truthfully it was hard to think of any explicitly, but mentally you found yourself over and over again trying to defend Ben. "I really just don't think we should kill him," you repeated, watching Sawyer remain confused at this.
"Let's hope you're right."
"Y/n?" You heard, turning your head to see John calling you over. You followed him inside what was formerly Ben's house, nervous as he shut the door behind both of you.
"What is it, John?"
John smiled at you almost knowingly, furrowing his eyebrows for a moment. "Y/n I think you and I should have a talk."
"About?" You asked, wondering if you had gotten caught talking to Harper, or seeing Ben earlier in the day.
Instead, John surprised you. "I'm under the impression, from our last conversation, that you don't really have a problem with Ben and Richard."
"Truthfully I don't particularly," You answered, shifting slightly. "If we are really intending on staying here on the Island, we're going to have to learn to trust them."
"Yet every word out of Ben's mouth is a lie," John answered, continuing to smile anyways. You thought about how calm he was now, especially without Jack next to him, telling him to back off.
You wanted to tell him that you trusted Ben, but the words alone made you feel foolish. There was no reason to- he had no common goal with any of you, so why would you trust him?
"I think he'll tell us something, it's only a matter of time."
"That's not why I asked you in here," John continued, waving his hand as if he were dismissing the issue.
You hummed in response, waiting for him to reveal his true reasoning.
"I want you to make sure everyone out there stays content in their decision. I'm not the most popular figure alone right now, but if you're here to back me up-"
You cut him off, "Of course. I can do that."
John smiled at you again, his arm on your shoulder. "Appreciate it, y/n."
--
Throughout the next few days you had seen Sawyer react as loyal to John, even telling him about Kate bringing Miles down to Ben. The ordeal was a shock to you, but watching John handle such a situation made you feel justified in agreeing to his ask.
Truthfully, it wasn't too difficult to quell the worries of the rest of the camp once they saw someone other than John insisting that it was the right decision to stay away from Jack.
Even if Sawyer was willing to hear you out, he was concerned about John's choice to let Ben out. You, too, were surprised to see Ben carrying a basket of laundry around the barracks, smugly smiling at everyone as he did so.
He sought you out before you had a chance to seek him out, a small knock at your door to indicate he was there.
You let him in, tilting your head at his stare. "You should know that I already sent Alex and her mother to the temple- I assumed you wouldn't go at this point."
"Do you think it's unsafe here?" You asked, leaning against your counter as you watched him come into your house.
"Of course it's unsafe," He responded, more genuine than the sarcasm you had started to get used to.
You nodded at him. "Why are you here?" You asked, raising your eyebrows. You could only assume that he needed something from you- that he wanted to discuss some sort of plan forward. For a moment you had hoped he was just here for a meal or a cup of coffee, but you were past that now. Perhaps it was for the best- all of that was a facade anyway.
Ben shook his head and shrugged, giving you a wide eyed look. "I don't know." He said the words softly, the cadence of his voice alluring to you.
It was a lie and you both knew it. He had wanted to ask you why- why did you help out in the hatch? Why did you stay with him? Why did you insist on keep him alive, and why a million other times over. He was clever enough to know that it wasn't fully Richard's doing, and that you had conceived at least some of your ideas on your own. He had wanted to get Jack to actually care about him and fix him, had wanted Juliet to care about him, but you seemed to be doing so without much hesitation at all.
"John wants me to back up his decisions and make sure everyone stays here." You told Ben, waiting for a reaction that wouldn't fully come.
"It doesn't matter if they stay here or if they go to Jack. If Jack contacted that ship, we're already in trouble."
"You told John about it?" You asked, waiting for his confirmation.
He stared at you for a moment, briefly glancing down before returning his gaze to you. "And more I hadn't told you yet. I didn't have much time to explain when you came up to me."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning Michael is on that ship with them," he answered, his eyes wide at you.
"I see." You answered, letting the silence wash over the two of you. You paused for a moment, walking over to him. He raised his eyebrows at you, curious about what you had to say.
All you could think about was why he came- surely not to just tell you Michael was on the ship you had known about days prior. Surely not to suggest you leave, knowing full well you wouldn't.
"They really did a number on your face," you said, reaching out and touching the side of his face with a cupped hand. Inexplicably, you just wanted to be close to him, even if only for a moment.
Quickly, he leaned over to kiss you, your hand remaining in the same tender gesture. There was nothing to say- no questions to ask. What would be the point, anyway? To say some emotional drivel about how you had made him feel cared about? You didn't love him anyways surely- the people he had slept with in his life prior to this were only out of physical need; none of the books he had ever read told of a romance born of manipulation.
But you kissed him back, his eyes on yours as you walked haphazardly into your bedroom with him in tow. It didn't get any easier to verbalize what you were thinking as you pulled him into your bed. Where would you start? Likely by telling him how you were turned on to see him drenched in blood, driven crazy by the idea of putting pathetic little pieces back together. When he groaned against you, you thought of the sounds he made while you tried to clean his wounds, the sweet little involuntary hums that weren't so dissimilar from what he did now.
You thought about how he flinched and stared at you for a second too long after every touch you initiated, still not expecting a pleasant touch. You wanted to ask him why this was, but it wasn't the time for that either.
"I need you," You said quietly, his eyes lighting up at the words. You were on your side with him behind and against you, pushing into you slowly. "I want you so badly," You said, his face falling against your shoulder and his lip trembling slightly against your collarbone as you did. It was enough to make him moan in relief, unaware until this precise moment that he desperately wanted to hear you say those words to him.
He moved in and out of you slowly, the friction interrupting against your still mostly clothed bodies. "After I watched Kate and James, when I went to your room," He started, your mind struggling to remember Hydra Island as he pushed further into you. "I wanted to take you right there."
You moaned at the words, his hand moved over to touch you, still working his way inside of you. "You should have," You said breathlessly, shuddering at the way he sounded right by your ear, his head burrowing in your neck whenever the sensation hit harder. His hair brushed against your shoulder, a whimper leaving him as he desperately moved against you.
You thought about the unspoken yearning as your body throbbed. Ben thought about how he had spent the last few days hard in a cell, his dreams filled with fucking you.
"Because you need me?" He repeated somewhat teasingly, his thrusts becoming deeper as he reached his hand over and toyed with you between your thighs.
"Mhm," You hummed, opening your legs wider and closing your eyes as you started to tighten around him, his hand travelling up towards your neck.
He tilted your head towards himself slightly. "Look at me."
You looked him in the eyes, your mouth agape as you watched him stare, now slowly moving in and out of you. "I want to hear you say it again."
"I need you," You said, keeping your eyes on him across your shoulder, aware of how much pleasure it brought him to hear it. The way he watched you felt intense, like he was studying your every twitch to use it against you. He was breathing heavily, glancing down away from your eyes only to watch himself entering you slowly, his hand back to playing with the front of you in the same painfully slow fashion. "Ben, I need you," you whined, his eyes back on you as you did so, pure satisfaction in the smirk on his face.
"You're mine," He told you, his hand travelling back up to cup your face. He was coming more undone with how slowly he was moving, too, despite an attempt to hide it.
"I'm yours," You agreed, moving your face against his hand to put two of his fingers in your mouth, sucking and running your tongue against them.
He groaned, breathless at the action, his pace increasing as you continued to look at him, taking your mouth off his fingers and letting a string of saliva fall. It was impossible for him to stay composed as you enacted parts of his fantasy of ownership over you, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear without hesitation.
"I'm close," You told him, feeling him pull your leg further apart again. "You're going to make me come."
"Do you think you've been good enough for me to let you?" He breathed out, entranced by the way you had decided to submit to him. He was still clearly unravelling, throbbing against you as he neared his orgasm. Each of your whines pushed him closer than the last.
"Ben please," You said, your eyes locked into his as you moaned, your body beginning to shake as he thrusted faster. "I'm so close, you feel so good."
His face was back by your shoulder as he hummed out, his chest heaving against your back and his hips moving faster. "Come for me," he mumbled, trying to keep his eyes on you as your mouth opened, your body twitching against his as you felt him come, a final few breathy moans leaving you as you lay next to him.
You laid in silence with his face still in the crook of your neck, his arm wrapped around you. All that was left as your feelings settled was the physical relief, the yearning subsiding.
Ben didn't care enough to hide his physical exhaustion from you, having already accomplished control over you. For a moment he was overwhelmed with the idea of what to do next- as much as it seemed true when he was around you, in the grander scheme of things he didn't have the upper hand or a leadership role any more. He had narrowly bargained for a room to stay in rather than a cell merely hours ago, and now he was pressed against your body, still winding down from being inside of you.
You stayed like that for a while, your heart racing and willing it to stop at the realization that his hand was near, the silence continuing. You assumed there wouldn't be anything said, but you had also assumed Ben would leave immediately, rather than hold yourself close to him.
Thinking of the overwhelming and underlying lust of your combined actions, you tried to savor this silence for as long as possible. There were more important matters to turn to, and it was likely that Ben would not act any differently towards you now, anyways. After all, you were just another one of the others now, and he was still in a place of utter uncertainty.
Then, almost as if you were afraid he would leave, you reached over and touched his hand that was resting on your chest, leaving it there and forcing your mind to focus on how lovely his touch felt.
Can I Try Talking to Him? (Ben Linus x Reader) (Part Five!)
summary: Ben is captive yet again and you're continuing to help out
word count: 2505
notes: this one is smut, ignore if you don't want to read that (celebrate if you do!) gender neutral spooning position sex
Later in the day you had met up with Sawyer, greeting him with a hug. It was slightly strange to say that you actually missed Sawyer, but after so long without him it wasn't so unwelcome to hear from him again.
"I didn't actually get to say hi to you yet, y/n. We didn't know if you were alright- the doc said they kept you in one of those cages too. I swear we would've come for you if we knew where to look."
You looked at the genuine regret in Sawyer's eyes and felt bad. "It's okay, it's not your fault. They-"
You paused for a moment as Sawyer listened to you, wondering what you should divulge to him. "They didn't really treat me all that badly, Sawyer, honestly. I don't know what they did you and Kate, but I know it wasn't the treatment I got. I lied to Jack."
Sawyer widened his eyes at you for a moment, confused. "Well, hell, who knows what he's doing now anyways. He's trusting Juliet over us so it doesn't even really matter that you lied, does it?"
You nodded, wringing your hands together for a moment.
"I don't suppose this has something to do with you sticking up for that bug-eyed freak from the hatch, does it?" When you were silent for a moment he rolled his eyes at you. "Their leader- Ben."
"There's no reason to kill him, Sawyer," You started, watching his eyes plead with yours. Surely, he wanted you to acknowledge the stakes of the situation, the danger in trusting Ben.
"No reason? He shot John in the gut- kidnapped the lot of us. I hope you haven't forgotten what he did to Claire, either."
"No, I didn't," you argued, "But the others saved Claire's baby- she wouldn't have had Aaron if it weren't for Juliet."
"You got a rebuttal for any of the other issues?" Sawyer asked you, smirking as he did so.
Truthfully it was hard to think of any explicitly, but mentally you found yourself over and over again trying to defend Ben. "I really just don't think we should kill him," you repeated, watching Sawyer remain confused at this.
"Let's hope you're right."
"Y/n?" You heard, turning your head to see John calling you over. You followed him inside what was formerly Ben's house, nervous as he shut the door behind both of you.
"What is it, John?"
John smiled at you almost knowingly, furrowing his eyebrows for a moment. "Y/n I think you and I should have a talk."
"About?" You asked, wondering if you had gotten caught talking to Harper, or seeing Ben earlier in the day.
Instead, John surprised you. "I'm under the impression, from our last conversation, that you don't really have a problem with Ben and Richard."
"Truthfully I don't particularly," You answered, shifting slightly. "If we are really intending on staying here on the Island, we're going to have to learn to trust them."
"Yet every word out of Ben's mouth is a lie," John answered, continuing to smile anyways. You thought about how calm he was now, especially without Jack next to him, telling him to back off.
You wanted to tell him that you trusted Ben, but the words alone made you feel foolish. There was no reason to- he had no common goal with any of you, so why would you trust him?
"I think he'll tell us something, it's only a matter of time."
"That's not why I asked you in here," John continued, waving his hand as if he were dismissing the issue.
You hummed in response, waiting for him to reveal his true reasoning.
"I want you to make sure everyone out there stays content in their decision. I'm not the most popular figure alone right now, but if you're here to back me up-"
You cut him off, "Of course. I can do that."
John smiled at you again, his arm on your shoulder. "Appreciate it, y/n."
--
Throughout the next few days you had seen Sawyer react as loyal to John, even telling him about Kate bringing Miles down to Ben. The ordeal was a shock to you, but watching John handle such a situation made you feel justified in agreeing to his ask.
Truthfully, it wasn't too difficult to quell the worries of the rest of the camp once they saw someone other than John insisting that it was the right decision to stay away from Jack.
Even if Sawyer was willing to hear you out, he was concerned about John's choice to let Ben out. You, too, were surprised to see Ben carrying a basket of laundry around the barracks, smugly smiling at everyone as he did so.
He sought you out before you had a chance to seek him out, a small knock at your door to indicate he was there.
You let him in, tilting your head at his stare. "You should know that I already sent Alex and her mother to the temple- I assumed you wouldn't go at this point."
"Do you think it's unsafe here?" You asked, leaning against your counter as you watched him come into your house.
"Of course it's unsafe," He responded, more genuine than the sarcasm you had started to get used to.
You nodded at him. "Why are you here?" You asked, raising your eyebrows. You could only assume that he needed something from you- that he wanted to discuss some sort of plan forward. For a moment you had hoped he was just here for a meal or a cup of coffee, but you were past that now. Perhaps it was for the best- all of that was a facade anyway.
Ben shook his head and shrugged, giving you a wide eyed look. "I don't know." He said the words softly, the cadence of his voice alluring to you.
It was a lie and you both knew it. He had wanted to ask you why- why did you help out in the hatch? Why did you stay with him? Why did you insist on keep him alive, and why a million other times over. He was clever enough to know that it wasn't fully Richard's doing, and that you had conceived at least some of your ideas on your own. He had wanted to get Jack to actually care about him and fix him, had wanted Juliet to care about him, but you seemed to be doing so without much hesitation at all.
"John wants me to back up his decisions and make sure everyone stays here." You told Ben, waiting for a reaction that wouldn't fully come.
"It doesn't matter if they stay here or if they go to Jack. If Jack contacted that ship, we're already in trouble."
"You told John about it?" You asked, waiting for his confirmation.
He stared at you for a moment, briefly glancing down before returning his gaze to you. "And more I hadn't told you yet. I didn't have much time to explain when you came up to me."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning Michael is on that ship with them," he answered, his eyes wide at you.
"I see." You answered, letting the silence wash over the two of you. You paused for a moment, walking over to him. He raised his eyebrows at you, curious about what you had to say.
All you could think about was why he came- surely not to just tell you Michael was on the ship you had known about days prior. Surely not to suggest you leave, knowing full well you wouldn't.
"They really did a number on your face," you said, reaching out and touching the side of his face with a cupped hand. Inexplicably, you just wanted to be close to him, even if only for a moment.
Quickly, he leaned over to kiss you, your hand remaining in the same tender gesture. There was nothing to say- no questions to ask. What would be the point, anyway? To say some emotional drivel about how you had made him feel cared about? You didn't love him anyways surely- the people he had slept with in his life prior to this were only out of physical need; none of the books he had ever read told of a romance born of manipulation.
But you kissed him back, his eyes on yours as you walked haphazardly into your bedroom with him in tow. It didn't get any easier to verbalize what you were thinking as you pulled him into your bed. Where would you start? Likely by telling him how you were turned on to see him drenched in blood, driven crazy by the idea of putting pathetic little pieces back together. When he groaned against you, you thought of the sounds he made while you tried to clean his wounds, the sweet little involuntary hums that weren't so dissimilar from what he did now.
You thought about how he flinched and stared at you for a second too long after every touch you initiated, still not expecting a pleasant touch. You wanted to ask him why this was, but it wasn't the time for that either.
"I need you," You said quietly, his eyes lighting up at the words. You were on your side with him behind and against you, pushing into you slowly. "I want you so badly," You said, his face falling against your shoulder and his lip trembling slightly against your collarbone as you did. It was enough to make him moan in relief, unaware until this precise moment that he desperately wanted to hear you say those words to him.
He moved in and out of you slowly, the friction interrupting against your still mostly clothed bodies. "After I watched Kate and James, when I went to your room," He started, your mind struggling to remember Hydra Island as he pushed further into you. "I wanted to take you right there."
You moaned at the words, his hand moved over to touch you, still working his way inside of you. "You should have," You said breathlessly, shuddering at the way he sounded right by your ear, his head burrowing in your neck whenever the sensation hit harder. His hair brushed against your shoulder, a whimper leaving him as he desperately moved against you.
You thought about the unspoken yearning as your body throbbed. Ben thought about how he had spent the last few days hard in a cell, his dreams filled with fucking you.
"Because you need me?" He repeated somewhat teasingly, his thrusts becoming deeper as he reached his hand over and toyed with you between your thighs.
"Mhm," You hummed, opening your legs wider and closing your eyes as you started to tighten around him, his hand travelling up towards your neck.
He tilted your head towards himself slightly. "Look at me."
You looked him in the eyes, your mouth agape as you watched him stare, now slowly moving in and out of you. "I want to hear you say it again."
"I need you," You said, keeping your eyes on him across your shoulder, aware of how much pleasure it brought him to hear it. The way he watched you felt intense, like he was studying your every twitch to use it against you. He was breathing heavily, glancing down away from your eyes only to watch himself entering you slowly, his hand back to playing with the front of you in the same painfully slow fashion. "Ben, I need you," you whined, his eyes back on you as you did so, pure satisfaction in the smirk on his face.
"You're mine," He told you, his hand travelling back up to cup your face. He was coming more undone with how slowly he was moving, too, despite an attempt to hide it.
"I'm yours," You agreed, moving your face against his hand to put two of his fingers in your mouth, sucking and running your tongue against them.
He groaned, breathless at the action, his pace increasing as you continued to look at him, taking your mouth off his fingers and letting a string of saliva fall. It was impossible for him to stay composed as you enacted parts of his fantasy of ownership over you, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear without hesitation.
"I'm close," You told him, feeling him pull your leg further apart again. "You're going to make me come."
"Do you think you've been good enough for me to let you?" He breathed out, entranced by the way you had decided to submit to him. He was still clearly unravelling, throbbing against you as he neared his orgasm. Each of your whines pushed him closer than the last.
"Ben please," You said, your eyes locked into his as you moaned, your body beginning to shake as he thrusted faster. "I'm so close, you feel so good."
His face was back by your shoulder as he hummed out, his chest heaving against your back and his hips moving faster. "Come for me," he mumbled, trying to keep his eyes on you as your mouth opened, your body twitching against his as you felt him come, a final few breathy moans leaving you as you lay next to him.
You laid in silence with his face still in the crook of your neck, his arm wrapped around you. All that was left as your feelings settled was the physical relief, the yearning subsiding.
Ben didn't care enough to hide his physical exhaustion from you, having already accomplished control over you. For a moment he was overwhelmed with the idea of what to do next- as much as it seemed true when he was around you, in the grander scheme of things he didn't have the upper hand or a leadership role any more. He had narrowly bargained for a room to stay in rather than a cell merely hours ago, and now he was pressed against your body, still winding down from being inside of you.
You stayed like that for a while, your heart racing and willing it to stop at the realization that his hand was near, the silence continuing. You assumed there wouldn't be anything said, but you had also assumed Ben would leave immediately, rather than hold yourself close to him.
Thinking of the overwhelming and underlying lust of your combined actions, you tried to savor this silence for as long as possible. There were more important matters to turn to, and it was likely that Ben would not act any differently towards you now, anyways. After all, you were just another one of the others now, and he was still in a place of utter uncertainty.
Then, almost as if you were afraid he would leave, you reached over and touched his hand that was resting on your chest, leaving it there and forcing your mind to focus on how lovely his touch felt.
Can I Try Talking to Him (Ben Linus x Reader) (Part Four!)
summary: No matter which camp you end up at, you seem to keep helping Ben after he gets beaten up.
word count: 2935
notes: smut is coming up btw (I'd say definitely within the next few days)
A few hours after Ben had left with Alex to try and convince Jack to not contact the freighter, you had left as well.
You had told Richard you intended to belong to his group, but that you thought the plane survivors might actually kill Ben if he went to speak to them alone. Richard somewhat hesitantly conceded, telling you how to get to the radio tower and wishing you luck along the way. Whatever the case, it was clear that he and the rest of the 'others' were losing their allure for Ben, and the split came at a rather tense time.
But it wasn't Ben or even Alex you ran into first, it was Kate. You hadn't seen Kate since she was taken along with yourself, Jack, and Sawyer. You had heard that she was intending to go to the radio tower- Ben had mentioned the freighter with Mikhail but hadn't failed to directly explain the situation to you.
Your understanding was that Kate and Jack must want to be escaping the Island- something that you would have to deal with sooner or later.
She jogged over to you as you saw her, and you began to notice the large group following her and Jack beyond the hill. Exactly how many of the survivors did they take away from the beach? Could they have brought all of them? You wondered.
“Y/n?” She asked you, her hands on your arms as she tilted her head at you.
“Kate- I heard- I heard them talking about a boat coming to the Island, and how they want to stop us from getting on it.” You tried to catch your breath as you spoke, curious if Kate would trust you since your time apart.
Jack looked over to you, his eyes wide as he noticed you, a smile slowly breaking across his face. Whatever version of Jack stood in front of you now was even more deluded into his plans of getting off the Island, his eyes crazed with the idea of freedom nearby. “We didn’t know what happened to you after they left the houses,” he said, his hands on his hips as he took a short break from walking. “Are you alone- how did you get here?”
“I got away from them- I think they just killed John, he went missing yesterday. Ben’s daughter sent Karl over to you to tell you about the attack, and I know that John was trying to tell you about Juliet-”
“Juliet told us and is on our side,” Jack stated, furrowing his eyebrows as he said so. “Is that all you came here to tell us?” The fact that he could trust Juliet made you feel more confident in sticking by his group now. If he were to trust her, surely he'd trust you.
“No, Jack,” you said, somewhat anxious about lying through your teeth. “I just wanted to get back to you guys. Everybody left me- I know that you didn’t even mention me when you were negotiating for Sawyer and Kate to get free.”
Kate looked surprised by this information, shooting Jack a look of disapproval as you continued to steady your breathing from hiking towards the radio tower.
“We’re going to the radio tower to contact that boat, and Charlie is trying to un-jam the channel right now so we can get the message through,” Kate told you, nodding at you.
“We’re going home,” Jack added, seemingly offering you the trust he had lent to Juliet as well.
You didn’t feel great about lying to Jack again, but your gut feeling was that he was wrong- that leaving this Island really wasn’t the right choice. You had evidence from the other passengers who had joined your group and even from John that there was something more to the fact that you were brought here, and rescue miraculously turning up now seemed unlikely.
Perhaps more importantly your interest in Ben prevented you from thinking clearly, and it felt like it was written and stained all over your body that you wanted to belong to these 'others'- that your alliance with them anyways.
Some stupid part of you trusted Ben, even as he walked up the other side of the hill and spotted you, his eyebrows furrowed and his gaze locked in your direction even as he spoke to Jack.
–
There he was, his eyebrows furrowed as he asked Jack for five minutes of his time, a stare in your direction the entire time. You felt vulnerable at the look- what was it? Did he think you were betraying him? Maybe, since that was his perception of Alex right now, too.
More than anything Ben was surprised, confused even. It would have to be dealt with later as he suggested Jack hand over the phone to the freighter his way. Ben, confident in his ability to manipulate, was shocked as Jack let the timer run out, gunshots going off in the radio. The implication being that Jin, Sayid, and Bernard were shot dead.
Jack, who had once formed somewhat of a begrudging respect for Ben under the pretense of being able to leave the Island in exchange for healing him, didn't care about any of these formalities anymore. Rather, he was fine with beating the shit out of Ben and leaving him in a worse state than he had been in the hatch.
Ben wondered about Jack's reasons as the mixture of saliva and blood ran down his face. Maybe he really did want to leave the Island that badly. Maybe he was aggravated by the mere sight of Ben walking, reminded of John Locke's fanatic ideas about the Island performing miracles. Whatever the case, he was on the ground, grasping onto consciousness as his own daughter tied his arms.
As his body ached he felt himself looking towards you, putting a great deal of effort into hiding the pain he was in as he gave you a blank stare. You managed a briefly sympathetic look but looked away quickly at the realization that nobody else around you shared this sympathy. Somehow, again, Jack was the hero.
--
When your group had made camp that night, Ben was bloodied and bound to a tree, a prisoner of this group. He was asleep, no doubt only from the physical exhaustion of his injuries, the bark on the tree rough against his neck and his still sensitive spine.
You waited until everyone slept to make your way over to him, waking him from the light and uncomfortable sleep he had managed to achieve. He propped his head up slowly, his eyes taking a moment to focus on you as he opened them.
He almost looked amused when he realized you were there, coming over to him. "I hope you have a good reason for being here rather than with Richard-,” he started.
Your hand clasped over his mouth, cutting him off. "Stop talking," you said, the tone more gently than the words may imply. He did, his eyes wide at you in shock at your actions. Just days earlier you had been in Ben's tent, your mind preoccupied with his lips. Even now, you found yourself distracted by the task at hand by the closeness, tension present in the way you touched his face.
You leaned in and spoke quietly near his ear. "I need you to listen to me. Richard sent me to go after you and I have a plan. I want to help you, but you need to actually tell me something so I know I can trust you." You moved your hand for Ben to speak.
He furrowed his eyebrows at you, his mouth slightly agape. "Tell you what?" He asked, the 'what' enunciated exasperatedly. Somehow, in this situation you still felt like he was the one telling you what to do- he always had the upper hand.
"I don't know- anything that's actually true. I want you to not lie to me."
He sputtered uncomfortably, "I've never." He looked around and you thought of how he acted in the hatch- the same begrudging sarcasm despite being faced with imminent danger.
Weirdly, he felt bad for being defensive to you. Not because you might see right through him, but rather because it felt unnecessarily cruel to not tell you, specifically, the truth.
Ben had to think about self-preservation, though. He didn't have much leverage while tied up, and asking you to untie him would either lead to others waking up or him collapsing while trying to drag his body away. He must have realized, to some extent, that they would really kill him as he lay there in pain at their hands again. Perhaps you might be useful.
"I won't tell them," you said, sincerity in your expression as you stayed close to him, aware of the dried blood and bruises decorating his entire face and body. "I have no interest in leaving this Island- tell me something that indicates you actually trust me and you have my word that I won't let them kill you."
Ben's breathing failed to steady as he listened to you, finding himself intrigued with what you had to say. He paused for a moment, looking at the pleading in your eyes as you tried to grasp for something to trust him, and decided to respond. "There is a freighter coming to the Island because of the man who was in charge here before me. He has no interest in saving anyone on this Island and is only interested in me. I suspect that if your friends try to talk to anyone on that boat, they will end up dead."
"Okay." You watched his eyes as he stared into yours, a confusing mix of emotions present. It would be nice to go a few days without getting blackmailed. "I won't tell them." You thought about the way he enunciated the words as he told you about the freighter- about the way he nodded his head after you thanked him. This would have to be enough to trust him.
-
Ben seemed just as surprised as you to find John Locke alive the next day, throwing a knife into the back of a woman from the freighter. Since then John had gotten away from your group, and you had made sure to stay close to Ben as Jack and Danielle strung him along.
Their conversation made you wonder what had gone over for Jack to beat Ben in the first place before tying him up, as Jack failed to explain this to the rest of the group. Jack did appear beyond explaining, though. You wondered briefly about Ben's idea of a leader going unquestioned as a standard, aware of Jack adopting this.
-
You did struggle to look Jack in the eyes as you split off with John's group, curious about the commitment everyone had maintained for Jack after he had put a loaded gun to John's head.
But Ben was now a prisoner of someone with more similar motives to your own, and you felt that it would be possible to get John on the same page with your plans, at the very least.
Still, while he was locked in the basement you thought it best to manage a visit without John's direct knowledge.
It wasn't so dissimilar from when he was Henry Gale back in the hatch, after all. Today you had a few first aid supplies as you entered the room, watching Ben tilt his head at you as you came in.
"How's another day of keeping me alive going, y/n?" He asked, sitting back against the stone wall as you walked over to sit next to him.
You shrugged at him, staring at the dried blood on his face. "I haven't told them anything, if that's what you're worried about."
"Why not?" He asked, his eyebrows raised at you.
"I told you I would join you here- that I'd be part of your people. I offered the same thing to Richard. I have no interest in seeing you handed over or killed."
Ben hummed for a moment, thinking about what you said and then looking down at what you had brought with you.
"We've been in this situation before," He said, something exasperated in the way he drew the words out.
"Déjà vu," You answered, smiling and taking a seat next to him.
"John's treating me much better this time around," He joked, a small smile on his face.
You gestured to the dried blood that stained his face now, shifting your attention to your original concern. "If it's not cleaned off you'll get an infection," You simply said, watching him stare at you quizzically. You took out the towel and began to wipe off his face, watching him look down as you gently cleared off dried blood stuck to his cheek, mouth, and the top of his hair. The towel was a deep, brownish red at the end of it. "Is it painful?" You asked, undoing the top few buttons on his shirt.
He flinched as you did so, both of you ignoring the reaction.
His eyes widened for a moment as you looked away, his mind distracted with your fingers on his chest. "What do you think?" He managed, trying to keep his gaze away from the way you were touching him as you tried to look at the gashes and bruises on his torso, your hands touching them gently.
You gave him a look in response, something born of genuine worry.
Before he got the chance to speak you had started to pour rubbing alcohol on an infected cut on his shoulder, his face contorting and an involuntary, pained groan leaving him as you did so.
"I'm sorry," you offered gently, your hand on his arm for a moment.
“A warning might be nice,” he said, taking a breath.
“There’s more- it will sting for a minute,” you said, pouring more rubbing alcohol on a deeper gash on his neck and feeling him grip your wrist as you held gauze to it. There was something vulnerable about the way he grabbed at you, his eyes closing shut for a moment to cope with the pain.
He loosened his grip as you started to bandage his cuts and anything that remained as an open wound otherwise.
“Has your plan changed since we’re following John now?” Ben asked you, gazing up at you as he did.
“So far my plan has consisted of standing in front of you every time someone pulls a gun on you, and lying in the hopes that we might both get to The Temple.”
Ben narrowed his eyes at you slightly. “There’s no place for me there- they don’t want me. At best I should stay here and try to have whatever control I possibly can over the people who keep parachuting onto this Island.”
The words were a bit harsh, his tone cutting in against the contrast of you, again, taking care of him. “If you haven’t noticed I’m putting in quite a bit of effort to help you despite everyone else ‘not wanting you there’ so I would appreciate it if you took that into consideration.” You somewhat snapped as you stated the words to Ben, watching his expression fall at the realization that you were being honest. For whatever reason, you seemed to be often when it came to him.
“Of course,” he answered, nodding his head at you curiously.
"But no, that's not all, anyway," You started. "Harper's staying around here and told me she'd communicate whatever you needed back to them."
Ben raised his eyebrows at you. "Does she know where Juliet is now?"
"I'd imagine so, yes. She wouldn't be hard to find, she's just at the beach."
–
You had conveyed the information Ben wanted you to Harper, a woman who seemed to derive pleasure in the fact that she was getting to order Juliet around. You felt slightly ignored in your conversation with Ben down in the basement, listening to him insist that Juliet would do what she was asked, despite clearly defecting.
In all honesty it made you a bit jealous. You didn't know Juliet well, but you knew that she wasn't the one Ben was grabbing on to for relief from his pain. You knew that she wasn't the one he was lingering by at every chance before his capture- well, he had done so to her at one point, but it felt so long ago now.
As Ben sat in the makeshift cell, unaware of whether you'd even be able to make it back down there again, he thought about your interest in him. He leaned his face, newly cleaned of blood thanks to you, on the wall beside him, and thought about the way you had unbuttoned his shirt. He thought about the lack of hesitation you had in touching him, how gentle your touch was compared to all of the violent ones he had been receiving recently.
He even thought about how you pressed your body against his while you approached him while he was tied up at the tree, your hand over his mouth as you pleaded with him to let you help.
He realized that he had you- that all of the honeyed words out of his mouth, some lies and some not, had made you exceptionally willing to do whatever he wanted. Then, frustrated by the idea of being in a cell without an ounce of privacy, he tried to ignore the aching arousal in his body.
Benjamin Linus (Lost) x Reader (All Gender Neutral):
You Should Have Never Left (one shot)
SUMMARY: You're depressed off-Island and seek solace in an unlikely source.
It's Not Your Job to Worry About Me
SUMMARY: You've been off-Island working for Ben Linus for some time, primarily keeping an eye on Charles Widmore and providing intel on him. When Ben shows up at your door after leaving the Island, you struggle to maintain a purely professional relationship.
Complete!
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6
Can I Try Talking to Him? (WIP) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
SUMMARY: You convince John Locke to let you talk to the man tied up in the hatch's armory shortly after he has been discovered lying about his identity.
Comparison is the Thief of Joy (one shot!)
SUMMARY: You've been trying to get the attention of Benjamin Linus, your rough-around-the-edges leader for quite some time. For whatever reason, he only seems to notice you once your jealousy towards Juliet becomes obvious.
Low Spoon Days- (one shot!) (gn reader)
Summary: Ben Linus visits you in 2007, off-Island to tell you that you must go back. Your mutual experience with chronic pain seems to shape quite a few arguments, and the rest of your evening together.
Lost & Found
SUMMARY: you're at the Dharma Initiative for an art residency in 1992 and develop feelings for Ben Linus. Twelve years later, you're back on the island as a survivor of Oceanic flight 815 with no memory of your time at the initiative, or Ben. Follows most of the show from seasons 2-6.
he's beautiful i literally need to put him under extreme psychological stress. i need to put him in extreme physical pain. i need him curling up in someone's arms for the feelings of safety and comfort he hasn't received in ages
